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Clive Cornell and Joseph William Bailey, the

jury have found you guilty on all accounts.

I hereby sentence you both to life imprisonment.

Society deserves a rest from your "activities."

Clive and Joey got 25 years each. And Sidney got off.

But he had a punishment of his own.

In the East End of London, being a known grass was pretty much a death sentence.

Thanks to the tireless work of my team and the Metropolitan Police,

we now have the masterminds of the Newham robbery behind bars.

We felt like a weight had been lifted off our shoulders.

But we still weren't completely safe.

The good news was Billy had come up trumps

and the baptist was transferring money.

Nicely washed and cleaned from Switzerland.

We could finally have a spend-up.

Me and Albert decided to keep it small and subtle for now.

Elsewhere, Mick and Phil had bought themselves a glitzy nightclub up in Soho.

I mean, Mick had let it all go to his thick head... literally.

After the fallout of the Savoy, we hadn't spoken to them both in months.

Silly, really.

Looking back, it was the time we needed each other the most.

They've called the nightclub Gold Rush.

I mean, seriously, might as well put a sign up saying, "We did the robbery."

You're quite right. I'll speak to them both.

We should continue to maintain a low profile and

I'll put a halt to smelting gold for now.

I mean, we're keeping an all right stance struggling in this cafe

while they're out there risking it all being flash in Soho.

Thanks for coming, Billy, mate.

Let me sit back now, just tell them what you told me.

OK, I am being threatened.

They've targeted my flat and I've received today... a very...

traumatic death threat. Someone shat in his letterbox.

Faeces. It's hard to tell whether it's a human or a child.

A child? It would've been an adult that put it through.

It's just not on. It's not on.

What I want, what I need is a new place to stay.

I'm not going back to the farm.

I want a house. I want a safe house.

A safe house with... What you need is a new identity.

I know a man, Ronnie Gatlin.

He's an expert in false documentation,

new identities and relocation.

He makes people disappear.

That's who to speak to. How do we speak to him?

I can arrange a meeting but not with you.

Natasha and Albert will have to facilitate.

You won't be able to tell him Sidney's a rat.

We're not exactly shouting it from the rooftops.

He hates rats.

You'll be moved out to Spain. Spain?

You'll be safer out there. Nobody knows you and there are no extradition rights.

No what? Extra... If you're in Spain, the police can't touch you.

That's why everyone moves out there. That's what that means. Oh, OK.

He'll set you up with a new identity, a new job, legitimate business investments.

Like a little bar on the beach. You'd love that.

Maybe we should talk to him about getting us out there.

Bit different for us. We've got a life, Sidney hasn't.

I know. I'd like a reggae bar ideally.

Are you... OK, and he's off.

You don't even like reggae.

I've always wanted a reggae bar, Natalie.

It's in at the moment.

I could wear my vest, my string vest.

No-one wants to see you in that, Sidney.

Through you come, look at you.

You look stunning. I like a little curtsey, it's like meeting the Queen.

Hello, Candice. How are you doing? You all right?

Can't come in. Not dressed like that.

I'm sorry. Strict dress code, I'm afraid.

I was just passing by. I thought I'd come see this for myself.

The Gold Rush.

That's the place. Gold Rush. We've had all manner of people.

Phil Collins came in last Tuesday. The guy from Bergerac.

Come on, boys. Come on through.

How'd you get the cash for this place then?

Well, that's a fantastic question there.

Couple of weeks ago, I was sitting in my gaff,

I got a little rat-a-tat-tat on the door.

I answered, there's a fella standing there.

He said he's there to inform me that our shared mother, what I didn't know we had,

had passed away. In her will, she's left me a painting.

It turns out it's a Rembrandt so there we go, there you have it.

So you got this magic nightclub?

I took it down Claridge's, honestly.

I took it there Thursday, Friday I'm told it's worth £1,000,000.

Saturday, I buy this gaff. There we go, darling.

Claridge's is a hotel. Is it really?

I, yes... Mick. Yep?

You remember Tasha's little mate, don't you? You all right?

You know she can't come in... She's not coming in. I've told you, haven't I?

She can't come in dressed like that. Lovely to see you, we're going to have a line.

There you go, mate. Just to get us in the mood.

Ooh!

That's nice buff.

Tell you what, mate. Yes, mate?

I love you, mate. I fucking love you. I love you more.

I love you. Cos you get me.

You are gonna love this. Oh, yes.

Here we go.

If you told me a couple weeks ago, we'd be doing this together... What you doing?

No. I thought we was gonna get naked, have a little tumble around. No.

K15 kevlar.

Fully shock-plated.

This, my friend, makes you feel invincible.

Nice, innit?

Gentlemen.

Don't walk in like that. We weren't doing nothing. We were talking.

I need to grab another cassette tape. Did Albert not call ahead?

We haven't heard from him in ages. Nothing.

That's between you and Albert.

The plan is to smelt double the amount this week. What?

Is that all right with him? With Sid, with Tash, run it past them?

It's all agreed, yeah.

Cos we've got investments we want to plough through. Tell him about them.

I want to flag up you chaps are spending fast and wild.

Who said that? Yeah, who said that?

Word from the wise, I'd advise a little restraint.

Tell him about the plan.

Do you know where we can get a yacht? Big boat, Phil.

Big one. We can have parties on it and that. Music industry.

We could sleep under it, we only want us on it.

Just the two of us, bedroom each. Big one with a bath.

Want a puff? I'll leave you chaps to it.

You gotta go? You gotta go? Yes. Come here. Oh.

Bill's off. Phil, mate, Bill's going. You off? You gotta go?

Is everything all right? Did we say something? No.

Have a wonderful evening. You too. You off, yeah? Nice one, Bill.

Have a nice evening. See you later. You good, yeah?

I like him. He comes in...

he says things and then he goes.

It's them. It's the Fantoni's. Really?

You're still sniffing around the wrong dog's arse there, girl.

I have pictures. Of them in a park having a fucking picnic?

Well, well...

you know who this is? Billy English.

Known money launderer and Hatton Garden jeweller.

And a proper face.

This is a very good lead.

You've done good work here, Yasmin.

I'll stay on it.

Malcolm.

I'll keep you posted. Yeah. Yeah.

Hello.

Is that for free? OK.

Cheers. Is that my man?

Albie Fantoni. That's me. Ronnie Gatlin, what an honor.

Welcome aboard, son. Let the dog see the rabbit.

Look at you. Oh.

Lovely seeing you. Thanks for shaving for us.

Who's this young lady? I'm Natasha. Enchante, Natasha.

You've struck gold as well then, eh? He's punching. Yeah. Believe me.

Meet my beautiful Sofia. Sofia.

Sofia!

Sorry, baby.

Albie. Natasha. This is Sofia.

You're beautiful, like a goddess. Thank you.

I might not give her back. You better. No.

Now get yourself one of my rum punches.

Drink two of them, be found in a fucking ditch.

Well, I hope not.

Welcome to my poop deck.

Come here, tell me what was it like. Were you expecting so much gold in there?

♪ On her way to work one morning

♪ Down the path alongside the lake

♪ A tender-hearted woman saw a poor half-frozen snake

♪ His pretty coloured skin had been all frosted with the dew

♪ "Oh well, " she cried, "I'll take you in and I'll take care of you"

♪ Take me in, oh, tender woman, yes, come on in

♪ Take me in for heaven's sake, yes, come on in

♪ Take me in, tender woman, sighed the snake. ♪

So, Billy tells me you've got a fella who needs out.

Yeah, it's S... Andrew is his name.

Andrew. Is he involved in the robbery?

Er, the robbery, no. No.

Is he the fucking milkman then? He wasn't the milkman, no.

What I meant by that was that he was one of my heavies.

Nice. He's the geezer that, er, the pistol hit the guard. He's cool.

The security guard. The rat.

That grassed up Clive and Joy? Yeah, that bastard.

What's you do if you got your hands on him?

Erm, you don't want to know the stuff I'd do to him.

I want to know. Tell me.

OK. Well, I'd, er...

I'd go into his room late at night whilst he's asleep... Yeah.

And you'll fucking grab him by the throat, hang him up, right.

Grab a fucking Stanley knife and just cut the fucking bollocks off him.

Slice him in half. Flip him over. One thumb up the hole

and fucking ride him to happy town, while whispering in his ear,

"Your fucking ma's next," something like that?

Er, I was gonna say pillow over the face but that works.

All really good killing thoughts and strong ideas that we can throw into the mix.

So, yeah, that's... And then what? ..really strong ideas.

Oh, I've got a meat, like a sausage grinder at work.

Oh! I could cut him up and put him in there and in the fryer.

And then put him in a sausage sandwich with brown sauce, turkey. Bastard.

Who's a dirty bastard? Er, no, just boys talk.

This fella's giving me a hard-on. He told me about chopping somebody up

and putting them in the fucking sausage machine.

Oh, no, we were just brainstorming. Obviously

not a good idea for the hygiene certificate.

I wouldn't do that, but you know, yeah. I was just... OK.

You still talking? See you later.

There's a little restaurant out there down by the coast.

Think about it. You have a few too many sangrias,

you're hungover wandering on the seafront, and then you see it.

A sign, "Alberto's Famous Gutbusters."

Or whatever the Spanish translation is.

Do they even have caffs out there? Of course they do. they pronounce it different.

Yeah? Cafe.

When you say it like that, I quite like that.

Looks like a professional hit. Yeah.

Or someone that he trusted when he wasn't expecting it.

Is this what you found on him, George?

Motown's greatest hits.

It's not the worst to be ironed out on, is it? Everyone loves a bit of Tamla.

What you thinking, Fred?

You seriously think that the Fantoni's had something to do with this?

As far as we know, he was last seen with Natasha, Albert and Sidney.

What's that? A coincidence?

Cheers.

Up the surveillance.

The news of Billy's murder knocked us for six.

He was the once person we trusted.

The one person making this whole thing tick.

What do we do without him?

And, more importantly, were we next?

The panic had well and truly set in.

I don't like this. I don't like any of it.

Get some more buff. Give me some more. Let's have more.

Yeah, take the edge off. Yeah, that's it.

Oh, sweet. Fucking hell. Mary Jane.

Oh, my. Big one now. Big bung now.

Give us... do us a cup of tea each.

Yeah? Milky tea, milky tea. There's no milk. What?

It's mainly... Shhh.

Who is it? Shhh.

We have company, Phil. What? Make the kettle.

Cover me.

Who is it, Mick? Three of them. Three of them? Shadows, shadows.

Get the cricket bat, mate. Get the cricket bat.

Fucking guard off.

It's Albert. It is Albert. Yeah? Tash and Sidney.

Was you followed? It's hard to tell, it was rush hour and loads of traffic.

The state of you two. The state of you, more like. What?

What's happened to Billy, what do you know?

What do you mean? What do you know?

Put the cricket bat down before I wrap it round your head.

We've just been here, the two of us, hiding it out,

doing boof, drinking cups of tea.

Maybe we should be hiding out, go to Spain, Ronnie can sort it.

Who's Ronnie? Who's Ronnie? Ronnie is a really cool geezer

that I happen to get along with and he can sort anything.

He's getting me out to Spain. Yeah.

I'm leaving the country. From now on, I'll be known only as Andrew.

Or Andreas to the locals.

This is all getting a bit suspicious. So Billy dies,

and now these lot are going to Spain. Interesting.

Oh, is it a bit suspicious, is it? Interesting.

He's going to Spain because he grassed on

two of the most powerful gangsters in London.

That makes sense. It does make sense. All right, fair enough.

Did you check whether they've actually got reggae out in Spain?

I meant to ask. Sidney, it doesn't really matter now. It does matter.

Or the reggae bar's gonna fall flat. Mick, listen to me.

We need to go and find those tapes, we need to get them back and keep them safe.

And all of us need to go about life as normal.

Stop drawing attention to ourselves.

Hold on, what's that mean?

You opened a club and called it The Gold Rush, you mug.

Don't get all salty because you're stuck in your smelly little cafe.

That's not very nice. It's not a smelly caff.

And we're doing a little thing called laying low.

And maybe you should've tried that yourself.

I've tried everything. Have you tried not being an idiot?

Stop it! Please, come on.

Squabbling like kids, idiots, fools.

Disgusting. We are friends.

You're all my family. I mean we're not family

constructed by semen or seed but we are in a way...

you know.

The point is this. At times of need, we need to turn to each other.

Right? Lean on one another.

I've missed all of you.

Tash. Sidney, Andrew.

When's the last time you went to sleep?

Three, maybe four days ago.

That's the thing with this stuff. Can keep going on it. I'll get it.

Sid, do you want some? Is it cocaine? Yeah.

What's that on your head? Toupee.

Get away from the car. Get away from the car.

Not the car. Not the car!

What's the car done to you!

No!

Here they are. Particularly unsavoury business with the car.

Mick Neville.

I don't have to be as forward as to introduce myself.

With the accent and the company that you're keeping.

I'm guessing you're Ma McTavish. Heard a lot about you.

Likewise. Have a seat.

I'm a fan of them all myself.

It's like sitting on a marshmallow on a cloud.

I don't know what they're made of. I'll check the label. Our man was a gambler.

All right. We saw you fight one night in the Royal Albert Hall.

Did you? He put a bet on you on account of your size.

12 rounds later and you're still standing.

You hadn't thrown a bastard punch either. He was a slippery customer.

He kept moving about. It's hard with a moving target.

My man lost a lot of money that night and he never forgot about you.

I don't know if you know my man. Your man? Never met him.

But he has a unique way of doing things sometimes.

He'd jib a man's lungs and his kidneys

and he would throw them in the sea so that they'd sink.

Sometimes they'd walk back up to the top.

Do you know what he'd call them? No?

Mick Nevilles.

Because they wouldn't go down.

Oh. What a sweet sentiment.

Both humbling and terrifying in the same measure.

Tell your husband from me thank you. He's dead. I killed him.

OK. Right, right.

You know what? I have a little trouble keeping track of why you're here.

Well, we have a wee problem with the current setup.

We're doing what Billy said, to the letter of the law, we're following orders.

Mr English had ideas of his own.

For the past month, the kipper hasn't been smelt in the boot.

Nabbing the gold for his own ends. That's out of order.

I'll pull Bill in here, I'll say, "Bill, mate. That's out of order."

Mr English has been terminated.

What, you sacked him? Gave him the old heave-ho? We put an end to him.

Is he dead? How would you know this? How'd you know such a thing?

Cos my boy Percy shot him in the back of the head.

Now, you cross us...

and that's the McTavish way.

Whit's fir ye will no go past ye.

All right. Now, we laid down the investment for that Newham job.

So we make the rules.

We want half the gold in one drop.

You have five days. Give us a week.

I do a lot more in a week. Time for negotiation is over.

It's the fucking gold or the fucking lead.

By lead, do you mean bullets? Aye. We'll take the gold, I'll do gold, yeah.

That took a lot longer than it should have.

Fuck sake.

The vultures were starting to circle overhead.

Some we knew about, some we didn't.

But we could feel the net was closing in.

We knew we needed to do something.

We knew we needed to scarper.

Gold location number 22.

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