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John Palmer, this is our
compromised gold merchant.

Tenerife. We leave on Friday.

I can't. You can.

I'd like to clear
the account, please.

That's 700,000.

50s, please.

£10 million in cash in four
months feels more than concerning.

I saw some Flying Squad
down your way the other day.

That's not Flying Squad.

Special Task Force,
under Brian Boyce.

Do they have it,
Boyce, the gold?

Whatever's left.
Then go and get it.

There's some nerves flying
around the team, John.

Rather nerves than
overconfidence, sir.

ALL: Police! Police,
step back! Step back!

Get back.

DOG BARKS

Fordham's down!

Ah, come on then! Argh!

KIDS SCREAM

HE CHUCKLES

You were halfway back to
Bristol out there. Mm.

I didn't realise
how far I drifted.

MUSIC: I Don't Want To Talk
About It by Rod Stewart

THEY CHUCKLE

SINGING FLATLY: ♪ I
can tell by your eyes

♪ That you've probably
been crying forever

THEY SNICKER

♪ And the stars in the sky

♪ Don't mean nothing to
you, they're a mirror... ♪

Oh, dear. Oh, dear,
oh, dear, Oh, dear.

♪ I don't wanna
talk about it... ♪

Hey love. Mm?

Why don't you get up there? Hey?

You've got a hell
of a voice on you.

I will if you will.

I ain't bloody singing.

SHE LAUGHS

♪ Sally called when
she got the word

♪ And she said, "I don't
suppose you've heard"...

THEY GIGGLE

♪ "About Alice"

♪ When I rushed to the
window and I looked outside

♪ And I could hardly
believe my eyes

♪ As a big limousine rode up
into.. BOTH: ♪ Alice's drive

THEY LAUGH

♪ Oh, I don't know why she's
leaving or where she's going to go

♪ I guess she's got her reasons,
but I just don't want to know

♪ Cos for 24 years, I've been
living next door to Alice

♪ 24 years just
waiting for a chance

♪ To tell her how I feel and
maybe get a second glance

♪ Now I gotta get used to not
living next door to Alice...

CROWD CHEERS

MUSIC: Living Next
Door to Alice by Smokie

♪ We grew up together,
two kids in the park

♪ Carved out initials
deep in the bark

♪ Me and Alice

♪ Now she walks through the door
with her head held high... ♪

CHILDREN GIGGLING

HE CHUCKLES

What are we missing,
then? No idea.

These are two days old,
by the time they get here.

Ohh.

This is how to live your life.

Lying in the sun,
two days behind.

HE CHUCKLES

Ohh, ahh...

DCI BOYCE: John Fordham is
dead, and you want vengeance.

Vengeance is easy.

Justice is hard.

If we allow ourselves to
be ruled by vengeance...

..by emotion, by anger...

..we shall make mistakes, and
justice will not be served.

And we have a lot
of justice to serve.

For Noye and the others, we
shall secure convictions.

We shall find the
remaining gold.

We shall find John Palmer.

And we shall find everyone
who made a single penny

from the Brink's-Mat robbery,

because every one of them
and every penny helped

put Fordham in that garden.

John Fordham's death
is my responsibility,

and no-one else's.

It's my load to carry, and I
ask that you allow me to do so.

RADIO: Today's main headlines -

a police officer has been stabbed
to death in a garden in Kent.

John Fordham was 45 years old

and a member of the Met Police's
Elite Surveillance Unit.

The owner of the house, Kenneth
Noye, has been arrested.

In other news, a ferry
company owned by Sir...

How are the family?

They are brave.

And they shall need to be.

We told the press that your
actions were infallible.

I saw that, and I
saw their reaction.

I think the priority now...

I shall find every gram of gold,
every penny of laundered money,

and nick everyone I can lay my
hands on, no matter who they are

or who they know.

I remember when you didn't
want this job, Boyce.

It's no longer a job, ma'am.

Noye?

Kent Police took him, and they're
in no rush to give him back.

I've spoken to the Home Office.

You'll have him tomorrow,
along with the murder case.

Manslaughter would've been
easier under the circumstances.

When a policeman dies, word
is sent from high places.

Normal service must be resumed.

And Kenneth Noye must
be convicted of murder.

Five in the front,
five in the back.

Sounds like murder
to me. And me.

But I shouldn't think
we'll make the jury.

There won't be a jury
if you get a confession.

We've found 11 gold bars without
serial numbers under the patio,

and an instruction manual for
a smelter in the workshop.

No, he can talk his
way out of that.

We need the proper gold.
They had three tonnes.

They got a decent load of
it away through Palmer,

but there'll be plenty left,
and we need to find it.

We've turned the
place over, sir.

It's a very considerable
amount of gold, Goodman.

It's big and it's bright, and it'll
make a funny sound when you hit it.

Keep digging.

Oi! You want to leave him alone!

Sorry?

Mr Noye!

That man's a diamond.

He comes over here and cuts my
grass, and never takes a penny.

You want to leave him alone.

That's Mrs Dennis.

If she comes back,
chuck her in a hole.

You got a problem?

Good luck, mate.

You asked to see me alone.

They say that you put
the cuffs on Reggie Kray.

You asked to see me alone.

You retire early,
you lot, don't you?

Not as early as you.

Have you got enough put away?

Confess to the murder and
tell me where the gold is.

Well, it wasn't murder, and...

..I ain't got no gold.

We found 11 bars.

Right.

They got serial numbers on them?

Cos that's your first problem,
and it ain't your last.

We found instructions
to a smelter.

I trade jewellery.

That'd be like nicking a
jockey for having a horse.

We're looking for the bunkers.

Well, if you find them,
you... you let me know.

We have extensive
surveillance... Spain.

That'd be nice, wouldn't it?

Yeah, retiring to Spain.

With a few quid there,
waiting for you.

Confess to the murder and
tell me where the gold is.

That's all the power
you've got left.

Well, I guess we'll find
out soon enough, Mr Boyce,

what power I've got left.

In the war, there were
some nights in London when

all you could hear
was whistling.

My old man was a gunner in
Hyde Park, trying to protect

the King with rockets, while my
mum was under the kitchen table

in Maple Street trying to
protect me with Ave Marias.

And on those nights, when all
you could hear was whistling,

she'd turned to me and say,

"You only need to worry about
the one that's coming for you".

Tonight, when you're in
that cell in the dark,

I want you to listen
for the whistling.

And I want you to know that
they're all coming for you.

DOOR SHUTS

Rough around here, innit?

I can say that cos I grew
up rougher, but not much.

I'm afraid we can't
give you any more...

We walked here, you see?

From Scadlynn, with
these bank statements.

As we walked, we thought,

"How does a bloke in an area like
this go into a bank and pull out

ten million quid in cash,
and no-one bats an eyelid"?

I'm afraid we can't give
you any more information

without a court order... You
ain't given us any information.

If we hadn't have found those
statements, we wouldn't be here.

The only time we can disclose
to the police the details of

a customer account is under
the order of the court,

or by the signed
authority of the customer.

We did what we could, which is
to raise concerns internally.

I spoke to the head
office again this morning.

That's interesting. Very.

Cos it's the afternoon. And
you didn't know we were coming.

So, why were you on the
phone to 'em this morning?

Because you heard.

You read the papers - about
Palmer, about Scadlynn,

about the people you gave
the ten million quid to.

But you didn't phone us.
You phoned head office.

A dead policeman.

And you phone head office?

We haven't broken any rules,
and we're not starting now.

Get a court order, and we'll give
you everything that you want.

In the meantime, I can tell you
that the money went into bags,

it went through those
doors, and by now,

I guess it's far away from here.

DOOR OPENS

Thanks for your time.

DOOR SHUTS

What happened in Kent?

No idea.

I'm going away for a while.

Where you going?

France.

You can hide anywhere you want,
Mr Cooper, don't hide from me

or the people we answer to, OK?

It would appear that those
whose investments we manage

are now under the
care of Her Majesty.

There were six men
on that robbery.

Six.

And a lot more involved since.

Now that little empire
that you're building

and you're taking
commission from

belongs to a lot of people.

Some of those people are
in prison, some aren't.

Doesn't matter either way.

But there's a big difference
between hiding and running away.

Do not run away, Mr Cooper.

We need to move the money from
Switzerland to Lichtenstein.

Some of those arrested have
the Swiss account number.

The police shouldn't get beyond
that, but a dead policeman...

..might bring with it the political
pressure that allows them to do so.

If we take it out as cash in
Switzerland and deposit it

as cash in Lichtenstein,
we will be protected.

That's ten million quid.

You better drive a big car.

HE CHUCKLES WRYLY

We should, Mr Cooper.

Why not?

We were hoping you're a smoker.

A24.

What's that?

That's how you catch them.

You always got in early.

When we were in Cyprus, the
EOKA used to hit us at dawn.

When you've woken up to
bullets at dawn enough times,

you never sleep past it.

You need a confession.

And I believe I could
help provide one.

He's a protected witness in
a protected investigation.

Kenneth Noye and I
have a certain rapport.

This is straight up.
An official approach.

It's an official approach
for something you know

I couldn't make official.

He's being charged
this afternoon.

Your life will be immeasurably
easier if he pleads guilty.

I could have him do so.

They'll take him up to the holding
cell an hour before the hearing.

OK.

Just me and the rats.

At this time, usually
it's just me and the rats.

Look, love...

It's been nice, these
last couple of days, John.

You know, we felt
like a family again,

and you were back
with us, and...

No, it felt like the
start of something.

Now I realise it was the end
of something because, you know,

nothing's ever going to be the
same again, is it, after this?

I ain't done nothing wrong.

Oh, our whole world's falling apart,
and you've done nothing wrong.

I-I just need some time
to work out what to do...

The police have been in our
house! And I'll sue them for it.

Did you know him?
This man in Kent?

No.

I've never even been to Kent.

Did you know the
gold was Brink's-Mat?

'Course not.

It came to me unmarked.

Then why do the police
want to talk to you?

Because a cop is dead, love.

They're going to want to
talk to anyone they can.

PHONE RINGS

Well, it won't be for
me, will it, John?

Nope.

RINGING CONTINUES

Hello.

Mr Palmer, it's Kate
Adie from the BBC.

I was hoping I could interview you
with regards to recent developments?

Ah, sorry, love, I ain't
planning on coming home.

Who said anything
about coming home?

Scadlynn took out so much cash
from the bank that the branch had

to order in its own run of £50
notes from the Bank of England.

That run only went
to that branch,

and pretty much all of it
was withdrawn by Scadlynn,

because they always wanted 50s
in an area where no-one else

had much call for them.

Which means that every serial
number on every note that came

from the Brink's-Mat
gold starts the same.

A24.

We follow those notes,
sir, we catch 'em all.

Where have you found them?

Er, Brian Reader's house.

Er, Garth Chappell's
house, Scadlynn's office,

and every pub in Hatton Garden,
thanks to Matteo Constantino.

None at Noye's? Not yet.

None past Noye?

Not yet. You've not got it?

Not yet.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Palmer's in Tenerife.
How do you know?

Cos he's on the telly.

All I've heard is that the, er,
police smashed into my house and...

..arrested the people that were
kindly looking after the place.

And I'm astonished, frankly.

And did you know or can you think
of a reason for this happening?

Er, well, they say it's to
do with some bullion robbery.

I'd be amazed if that was right.

But then again, er, I'm just a
bloke on holiday with his family.

Don't ask me.

Speak to the Home Office.

The Spanish won't extradite him.

I know, then we can
blame the Spanish.

It's time to go, sir.

Well, what do we do now?

Well, we ain't going home.

Why are you smiling? I'm not.

Right, good luck.
Where are you off to?

I'll cross by foot.

Then we'll meet at the bank.

And a spot of lunch, possibly...

DOORS LOCK

I always thought it was interesting
how you put the Swiss account

in my name, Mr Cooper.

Making yourself invisible
by making me very visible.

That's you all
over, isn't it? Hm?

I mean, I can see you.

I can hear you.

I ain't got no idea
who you fucking are.

And sometimes, I don't
think you do either.

But that's all right.

That's just how
it was between us.

You were in charge.

You needed me to do things
that you didn't want to do.

This being one of 'em.

But I think, er, I think
we've moved past that now.

I think you're not in
charge any more, Mr Cooper.

Cos I know that where you're from
- where you pretend you're from -

power is permanent.

But where I'm from...
it comes from fear.

Kenneth James Noye, you face
one count on indictment that

on January the 26th, 1985,

you did murder Detective
Constable John Fordham

in West Kingsdown, in Kent.

How do you plead?
Guilty or not guilty?

If you have fear, you
can't have any power.

But if you do not
have any fear...

..then you can have
all the power you want.

WRY CHUCKLE

Not guilty, Your Honour.

The trial will be set
for six months' time.

GAVEL BANGS

Thank you, Your Honour.

LOUD DIGGING

Ten days.

That's it. That's the end.

That seems a bit dramatic.

It couldn't be less
dramatic, Keith.

It's reality.

It's boring.

It's rent extensions and
overdrafts, and loans.

You have run down every alley, and
now there's nowhere left to go.

Nowhere but reality.

Nowhere but the end.

One painting... No.

One painting can change
everything in this game.

Can't change this.

If it is the end...
will you still be here?

I hope not.

I hope I have it in me to leave.

I hope you haven't
taken that, too.

JACKHAMMER WHIRS

HAMMERING CONTINUES

Good afternoon.

I'm looking for a painting.

Ah, I can certainly
help you with that.

Erm, it's for my
wife's birthday.

Well, let's give her something
worthy of the occasion, hey?

Oh, OK.

You simply cannot go
wrong with a Turner.

Hold its value, and the
detail only deepens with age.

Have you got something...
a bit less posh?

Posh?

Turner was born in Maiden Lane
with his mother in the loony bin.

Keith. My customer.

We do have some prints...

- HE LAUGHS - Print.

It's her birthday,
for Christ's sake.

How about, er, something
a bit more modern?

Modern. That's easy.

Edward Wadsworth, 1932.

Pristine. Absolutely pristine.

Er... I don't know,
it's a bit weird, innit?

Bit weird? It's Edward
bloody Wadsworth.

It's the Vorticist movement.

It's the wilful abandonment
of representation of art!

All right, mate.

It's just not what
I'm looking for.

Oh, no? Then what are you
looking for, then, hey?

Keith! What exalted artistic
heights are you hoping to scale?

All right, forget it.
Keith! A load of dots, eh?

Yeah, yeah... Melting clocks?
Huh? Dogs playing fucking cards?!

Nine days.

JACKHAMMER STARTS BACK UP

Come on.

MUSIC DROWNS OUT SPEECH

TV PLAYS

PHONE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

Yes?

Time to come home, Mr Cooper.

LINE CUTS

Who is Kenneth Noye?

Members of the jury, if you
have followed the press coverage

of this case, you'd be forgiven
for thinking that Mr Noye

was a top-class,
violent villain.

In fact, you're going to hear
something quite different.

He's not the things they're
making him out to be.

He's not some mastermind,
or some big gangster.

He's just a normal family
man who's a workaholic

and enjoys making money, like
the majority of the public do.

He works harder than anyone.

He built our house from scratch when
it was just a hole in the ground.

He's had money for years.

So, it is ridiculous to
say he's only just got it

since the Brink's-Mat.

I left school at 16, worked nights
on a printing press on Fleet Street,

worked the days driving a
truck, slept over me dinner.

Bought my first piece
of land for £1,360.

Not one of them
pounds came easy.

But I built a bungalow,
sold it, bought a lorry,

started a haulage yard.

And bought more land,
built more houses.

All with proper planning
permission, of course. Mm-hm.

But property and haulage are
not your only lines of business.

No.

When did you start
dealing in gold?

About... 1978?

Have you ever dealt
in stolen gold?

Never.

Never, Mr Noye?

That's right.

Yet you have admitted handling
gold unlawfully in the past.

Not stolen.
Smuggled. Uncustomed.

Which means not paying VAT, which
means dodging your tax liability -

which means stealing, Mr Noye,
from the people of this country.

Well... you had to go around the
houses a bit there, didn't you?

You have made a
great deal of money.

Yes. Many millions of pounds.

Yes. So, at any given time on
your premises, you must have

a high value of gold.

Not on my premises,
no. No? Why not?

Well, I'm a very private person.

I don't want people around
there knowing I deal in gold.

You wouldn't want people knowing
you're dealing in smuggled gold.

Well, I wouldn't put
it in the Yellow Pages.

LIGHT CHUCKLES

I can't take much more of this.

Well, get used to it, Nic.

This is the future of policing.

Just need to work
out how to use it.

I mean, I can't take much more
of you typing with one finger.

Didn't you do typing at Hendon?

No.

Those cheeky bastards.

They told us the blokes
were doing it, too.

At least I went to training
for this. Don't look like it.

And at the training, they told
us that somewhere in here,

they've combined all the records for
all counties and made it searchable.

So, instead of another six
months trawling through records,

I can just...

And there it is.

A24?

A24.

We have property holdings in the UK,
Spain, Florida, the Channel Islands.

All geared toward a swift
realisation of profit.

We make money, we
sell, we move on.

Jury are warming to him.

That's because we
haven't got to it yet.

What?

The night.

Thanks for coming
home, Mr Cooper.

Those gents, they like to
do their business in person.

Don't worry.

I've got to see my children,
sign divorce papers.

So, a productive trip all round.

Oh, yeah. There
is something else.

Where did it come from?

Our friends in Bristol.

How much?

700 grand.

We don't deposit the money.

The people that did are
no longer available.

So, what are you suggesting?

You've got to imagine that
they've already picked up on

these banknotes, which means we
either burn this lot here now,

or we find someone to take
it over at Lichtenstein.

Well, we have enough money.

HE SCOFFS

You had enough money, Mr Cooper,
before this even started.

Do you know someone?

Maybe.

That money was a good
night down the dogs.

What dogs?

Crayford.

You went to the dogs, won exactly
ten grand in brand-new notes

from a bank in Bristol?

That's the magic of the dogs. You
never know what's gonna happen.

Thought you had a motor?

No.

Your report said you dropped
the money getting out a car.

Taxi. You know Kenneth Noye?

Not personally, no.

Your husband was a
known associate of his.

Well, you won't be cuffing me
for that, will you, son? No.

But we are charging you
with handling stolen money.

Good for you. If you deny it,
you'll be up the Old Bailey.

Old Fleet Lane.

That's the best place to
park for the Old Bailey.

I ain't scared of much in this life,
and the Old Bailey ain't one of 'em.

My mum looked like you.

Oh, yeah? Knackered.

Charming.

Knackered from covering
up for my old man,

hiding whatever he'd done from us
or the neighbours or the police.

She spent half her
life looking after us,

and the other half
covering up for him.

There was nothing left for her.

And I looked at her, and
all the others like her,

and I thought "Sod that.

"I ain't going to be punished
so a man can walk free."

I don't think you
should be either.

Well, I'm sorry to hear about your
mummy, darling, but I ain't her.

I'm Jeannie Savage.

And you'll get fuck all from me.

At 6.15pm, we received
the order to move forward.

We went over the wall
into the grounds.

How were you dressed?

Camouflaged suits and boots.

Any headgear?

John wore a balaclava.

Then what?

We used the cover of bushes
to move towards the house.

We reached a tree, and then...

Then we saw the dogs.

I was with Mr Reader and Brenda
when the dogs started barking.

I called them, but they
were away down the drive.

I wouldn't go down
there. It was too dark.

So, Ken put on his
jacket, and he left.

I retreated to the fence and I
thought that John was following.

And when I got there,
I realised he hadn't.

I looked back... I saw a torch.

Where did you get the torch?

From one of our cars.

But that's not all
you got from the car.

Well, that morning, it
wouldn't start, so I'd taken

a knife from the kitchen and
scraped the battery, and then,

I'd left it in the
car by mistake.

Why did you take the knife?

To go back indoors with me,
once I'd found the dogs.

You didn't intend to use
the knife as a weapon?

No.

Are you right-handed
or left-handed?

Right. Which hand did
you hold the torch in?

Left.

You held the knife, which you did
not intend to use as a weapon,

in your right hand.

Or maybe I held them
both together in my left.

I don't know.

I dropped behind the fence,
banged on it, and I shouted,

"Keep those dogs quiet".

I hoped that the person with the
torch would think I was a neighbour,

and it could provide cover
for John to get away.

But it meant that I lost
sight of the situation.

You didn't see
what happened next?

No.

And then, the torch's beam
caught this masked man about

four feet in front of me.

And I just froze with horror.

I thought that was
my lot, and I...

Hm.

I thought it was a dead man.

And what happened next?

Well, without a word, he
struck me across the face

with what I thought
was a weapon.

So, I put my hand
up, shouted for help.

And then, I just started
striking with all my strength.

And do you know how
many times you did that?

I really couldn't say.

Ten wounds.

Five in the front of the
victim, and five in the back.

As far as I was concerned,
I was fighting for my life.

I heard him shout,
"Help, Brenda," and...

What did you do?

I went to get a shotgun.

Mr Reader and I run down there,

and I loaded the gun
while I was running.

Ken came out of the trees with
his face covered with blood.

Mr Reader took the gun off
me, and he gave it to Ken.

I had made it round to the
entrance from where I saw

three people near John.

One stood over him
with a shotgun.

He shouted, "Tell me who you
are, or I'll blow your head off".

That's when we were
all ordered in.

And then, this car
drives in, unmarked.

So, as far as I knew, this
was this man's friends.

So, I pointed the gun at them.

But then, they showed me
their police ID and I, er,

immediately broke the gun.

I went straight to
John, who was...

I then remained with him
until they took him away.

And finally, ladies
and gentlemen,

I would like you to look
again at the night itself.

To look at the garden.

Think of all the actions that Mr
Noye could've taken that evening

when he saw Mr
Fordham in his garden.

And yet he... I have an
objection, your Honour.

Proceed.

Er, this photography has been
conducted in broad daylight.

It gives a false impression
of the conditions

at the time of the
alleged offence.

The jury must have the opportunity
to view the scene as it presented

to Mr Noye that
night in the dark.

Where is West Kingsdown?

Kent, sir. It's
less than an hour.

Your Honour, this is...

Then we shall go there this
evening, when darkness has fallen.

It's time.

We ain't doing this again.

The girls need to go to school.

They got schools here.

They don't speak English here,
John, haven't you noticed?

I've noticed that it's
bloody paradise...

..and I've noticed
that I'm not banged up.

Oh, you're a long
way from banged up.

Yeah, what with all the
Brits knowing who you are.

All the drinks they buy you.

All the slaps on the back
and "good on you, mate" -

but that's not reality, John.

And one of us has
to face reality.

What does that mean?

It means I'm taking
the girls home.

You'd leave me here?

Wouldn't be me
doing the leaving.

Oye, Senor Palmer!

I know how much you miss 'em.

Margaret not about, Keith?

At her sister's.

JACKHAMMER WHIRS

How's business?

Well, Maggie's at her sister's.

You still popping over to
the continent, you know,

pick up your bits and pieces?

When funds allow.

JACKHAMMER CONTINUES

Me and Mr Cooper here, we, er,

we need something taken
over to Lichtenstein.

Could offer us up a mutually
beneficial situation.

You always had an eye for
an opportunity, Gordon.

And you always needed me to
show you where it was, Keith.

I can't.

If this place goes under,

I might get her back
from her sister's.

If she catches me doing anything
hooky, I've got more chance getting

her back from the fucking moon.

JACKHAMMER CONTINUES

Excuse me, gents.

Oi, son, yeah, look at that,
lunch time, yeah? Lunch time.

It's 10.30.

It's fucking lunch time!

It's getting me
bleedin' wit, Keith.

Do you believe in God, Keith?

In the Great Thereafter?

No.

Neither do I.

Gordon? No.

No, I do not, Mr Cooper.

No.

This is it, isn't it?

One shot.

It's so very easy to let
that one shot slip away.

Find yourself sitting in a shop
alone and abandoned with a phone

that doesn't ring,
anger, fear, and regret.

And that same thought
running through your head

every moment of every
day. "Is this it?"

And it is, Keith.

And if we walk back out
that door, then this is it.

And, as hard as that
is to imagine...

..it will only get worse.

HE SIGHS

Thanks, Keith.

I remember how hard it was
to get you to come here.

Now you won't leave.

I visited my old man once when he
was inside Winston Green Prison.

And I pissed myself.

Yeah! Right there in
the visitor's room.

And he clobbered me for it.

He said I'd embarrassed him.

He was sat there in
Winston Green Prison,

and he said that
I'd embarrassed him.

Oh, I'm not going inside.

There's no kid of mine that'll
be visiting me there, neither.

So, you'd make this place
your prison instead.

I reckon I can make this
place whatever I want.

It's nice to see you.

Yeah, I'll give you a lift
to the airport, Mr Cooper.

No, there's a train
from town... No.

Lift is quicker.

We need to get you
back to France.

Back to that nice
young lady of yours.

I've never told you about her.

Get in the car,
Mr Cooper, please.

This is now an extension of
the central criminal court,

and the court is now in session.

The inspection about to take place
is for the benefit of the jury,

learned counsel, and myself.

It must be carried
out in darkness.

Therefore, all lights
must be extinguished.

Your Honour, the jury are
clearly in sight of the press.

I forbid any press from taking
pictures of the jury or using

any film that features them!

Yeah, that'll stop them.

This is a circus. I
suspect that was the plan.

Proceed!

Raaargh!

CROWD SCREAMS

What on earth is this?

Your Honour, this is simply
an attempt to recreate events.

This is a shoddy vaudeville.

Your Honour, this is what
happened that night...

They're scared. It's
completely unacceptable!

It's not unacceptable...
Justice travesty.

It's important we face
reality, Your Honour.

These are the events...

TONY: We went to every bank close
to where Savage dropped the money.

And there she is.

They gave you this?

We told them we were charging
her with handling stolen money.

They seemed keen to show
us that the stolen money

was only passing through.

She paid it in as a transfer to a
numbered account in Switzerland.

Ah, you'll get nothing
from the Swiss.

No, but that is where
the villains end.

The ones who see themselves
as villains, anyway.

From now on, we're chasing
the interesting ones.

Jury are coming back, sir.

Just you, Senor Palmer?

Yep. Just me.

Here, what's, erm...

What's that place, it's
up the coast? It's...

It's all abandoned-like?

Oh, Germans.

They wanted to build a new
type of holiday village.

Time-share.

But they ran out of money.

They were going to
call it El Dorado.

Well, what's that, then?

It's a myth, Senor Palmer.

"City of Gold."

For hundreds of years,
the Spanish conquistadores

searched the
Americas to find it.

Even today, some say it exists.

There will always be
people, will there not,

who go looking for
a city of gold?

Oye. Excuse me.

Have you reached a
verdict upon which

the majority of you are agreed?

We have, Your Honour.

On the count of murder, how
do you find the defendant?

Not guilty.

CROWD EXCLAIMS

KENNETH NOYE: Thank you, thank
you very much, thank you.

God bless you, thank you.
The defendant is discharged.

Come with me.

DOOR SHUTS

Don't go back there again.

I won't.

Give it half an hour
to calm down outside.

And don't speak
to the press. Hm?

Ah. Mr Boyce, listen.

Please pass on my deepest
sympathies to the family.

Kenneth Noye, I'm arresting you for
conspiracy to handle stolen goods,

namely the gold bullion realised
in the Brink's-Mat robbery...

Oh, do me a favour... ..on
the 26th of November, 1983.

Ridiculous! This is
embarrassing, Boyce.

Your client is a flight
risk. We will oppose bail.

Then we'll get an early hearing
to put the charges that a judge

see you with your pants down.

See you there.

You've found no gold.
You've found no money.

Conspiracy's the hardest charge
in the book, and you're going

to pluck it out of thin
air? I'll give it a go.

Good luck, Mr Boyce.

Five in the front,
and five in the back.

That is inappropriate.

My client has been found
innocent by a jury of his peers.

I'll remember the
five in the back.

We need a miracle.
We need a mistake.

MUSIC: Paralysed
by Gang of Four

♪ Blinkered

♪ Paralysed

♪ Flat on my back

♪ My ambitions come to nothing

♪ What I wanted now seems
just a waste of time

♪ I can't make out
what has gone wrong

♪ I was good at what I did... ♪