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Clive Cornell and Joseph William
Bailey, the jury have found you
guilty on all counts.

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.

THEY GREET EACH OTHER

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?

KNOCKING 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 honour.

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?

CASSETTE PLAYS

♪ 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.

CAR DOOR SLAMS

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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