♪ ♪ BOYCE: The Brink's-Mat investigation is now about the largest criminal fortune in British history.

♪ ♪ IVAN: For those who are quick, there are opportunities.

This is my island.

CAMPBELL: Because you let in the wolves and the wolves don't leave.

Flying Squad!

Nick him!

(glass breaking) JOHN: I built a bloody empire.

WILLIAMS: Empires fall, Mr.

Palmer.

JOHN: I'll decide when I'm finished!

♪ ♪ (gun fires, John yelps) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds hooting) ♪ ♪ NEWSCASTER (on television): A major armed robbery took place this morning at a trading estate near Heathrow Airport.

Six men broke into the Brink's-Mat storage depot and made off with what has just been confirmed as £26 million worth of gold bullion.

The Metropolitan Police say that the robbers are believed to have South London connections.

Inquiries are being conducted across London and roadblocks have been... (audience laughing) Okay, you're going to go to your mother and confess that you broke it.

BOY: But you broke it!

(audience laughing) MAN: Yes, I know that.

But she can't divorce you.

(audience laughing) (sniffs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (vehicle approaching) (vehicle stops) (engine stops, door opens) (door closes, keys rattle) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MILLER: What you gonna do with that, then?

♪ ♪ (exhales) When Danny and I were inside, they gave us metal cups.

Which meant we always knew when the screws were turning over the cells, because the boys would start rattling the cups on the doors.

An early warning system sort of thing.

(inhales) I bet you two wish you'd had someone to give you a little rattle when I was driving down the road.

What do you want, Charlie?

Let's go.

You used to tell a good story in there.

Not much else to do inside but tell stories.

You talked about growing up down here.

About the old tin mines.

About how there's that many of them, you had to watch yourself on the moors to make sure you didn't fall down one.

And how if you did fall down one, no one would ever find you.

I need a mine like that.

(metal clanks softly) (engine off, door opens and closes) ("Disorder" by Joy Division playing) (metal clattering) (both grunt) (metal clattering) (Miller grunting) ♪ ♪ (wheelbarrow clatters) (grunts) ♪ It's getting faster, moving faster now ♪ ♪ It's getting out of hand ♪ (Danny grunts loudly) ♪ On the tenth floor, down the back stairs ♪ ♪ It's a no-man's-land ♪ (grunts loudly) ♪ Lights are flashing, cars are crashing ♪ ♪ Getting frequent now ♪ ♪ I've got the spirit, lose the feeling ♪ ♪ Let it out somehow ♪ (Miller grunts, strains) (grunts, exhales heavily) (groans) ♪ ♪ (panting) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (panting) (sighs) You told stories, too, Charlie.

When we were in there.

(sniffs) About all the jobs you'd done.

And everyone you met doing them.

And how that was all leading to one job.

A last job.

(sighs) And I reckon you found it.

Lot of blokes in South London become villains to be big men in South London.

I became a villain to get out of South London.

I became a villain so that one day, I wouldn't have to be a villain anymore.

(breathes deeply) What happens now?

You go home and tell her something that ain't this.

(sniffs) (inhales) I spend a few years getting a suntan.

(exhales) Then I come back.

And I see how far from South London, and how far from being a villain, what's down there can take me.

♪ ♪ (exhales) Look at that sun.

(laughing): Ain't that beautiful?

(sighs) Ain't that beautiful?

♪ ♪ (brake engages, engine stops) (radios running, officers talking in background) NICKI: This is it, sir.

It always is with you two.

The car yard is owned by an associate of Charlie Miller.

Is there a car yard in South London that isn't owned by an associate of Charlie Miller?

It's a strong tip, sir-- I know we've said that before... (scoffs) You've definitely said that before.

(calls): Anything?

Not yet, sir.

Fill in the holes, apologize-- I'm off to the Yard.

STEWART: The Metropolitan Police has many duties, Boyce.

Landscaping South London car yards isn't one of them.

We have solid intelligence that Charlie Miller was on the Brink's-Mat job.

He disappeared on the day of the robbery, and we think he hid half the Brink's-Mat gold before doing so.

You've been telling us about Miller for a long time.

While digging holes all over England.

The word is, Miller is out of money.

Which means he'll be back.

Which means that, wherever it is, half the Brink's-Mat gold is about to resurface.

We've reached the limit of the support we can give you.

Support?

I'm working out of a basement at Tottenham Court Road Police Station with two detectives.

Which means you can wrap it up quietly.

The job is only half done, sir.

The Brink's-Mat inquiry has been the longest and most expensive in the Met's history.

It has to end sometime, and these things never end cleanly.

We have a number of outstanding lines of inquiry.

Two weeks, Boyce.

(door opens) (softly): Can you buy me some time, ma'am?

What do you think I've been doing?

(phone ringing) ("Loaded" by Primal Scream playing) ♪ ♪ ♪ Don't want to lose your love ♪ (jackhammer pounding outside) (sighs) No.

(door closes) TONY: We've had a new tip, sir.

I can see that from the coats and the misplaced sense of hope.

This one's different.

They're always different, Jennings, and then they're always the same.

They've seen Charlie Miller.

And they're gonna see him again.

Good morning, Mr.

Palmer!

Sorry to keep you, Jerren.

(car door opens) Oh, no, Mr.

Palmer, you are the boss.

Never apologize.

(door opens) How is the air, Mr.

Palmer?

Would you like some water?

I'm just fine, son.

Two futures.

That's what's in front of you.

There's the future that we represent.

You know that one.

It's not great.

Or there's this one.

(exhales) And that's a future, Danny.

That's life, right there.

That's hope.

You can't be choosing Charlie Miller over that.

We won't let you.

Say what you want about Charlie Miller, but he isn't in the business of betraying people.

It doesn't matter how we got here.

The important thing is that we're here.

We ain't going anywhere.

Thank you, sir.

(hangs up, Tony exhales) TONY: So, Danny, why don't you do yourself a favor?

Tell us about that.

Don't know what that is.

But if you're nicking people for getting postcards, then you'll have a busy summer.

BOYCE: You know, Danny, I've spent years making calls to chief constables asking for support.

And by now, if this were Surrey or Sussex or, God help us, Kent, they wouldn't even take my call.

But down here, we have the advantage of novelty.

Which means I have just secured enough support from Cornwall police to either seal off the moors around the mines for 48 hours or to have a constable sit outside your door for a year, note every visitor, and follow you, and your wife, and, soon enough, your child wherever you go.

While I put you in the system as a cooperating witness and distribute that information to every nick in South London.

Charlie's been waiting his whole life for this.

He ain't gonna get stopped by three cops from London who haven't found a bar of gold between them.

Right decision.

(people talking in background) MAN: Hi!

Good morning!

MAN: Hi there.

WOMAN: ¡Hola!

¡Buenos días!

Good morning!

Hello!

May I offer you some champagne and the opportunity to change your life with a timeshare here in Tenerife?

MAN: Two glasses?

Oh, why not?

(chuckles) Oh, this is more like it.

(chuckles) So there's a bus over there.

And only a ten-minute journey away, there's lots more champagne.

♪ ♪ (brakes squeak softly) (engine stops) ♪ ♪ Come on, love.

Thanks.

Let's go have a look.

(sniffs) JOHN: You know, the thing about holidays is that half the time, they're no fun at all.

All that money, all that graft for a week in some (muted) hotel that ain't nothing like the brochure.

And you lie next to a dirty pool and you think... (scoffs) "Is this it?"

I mean, you thought life was going okay.

Maybe you were wrong.

Maybe this is all you're worth.

Well... (chuckles) I've got good news.

That hotel and that holiday-- that life-- it's not you.

This is you.

This is what you've been grafting for.

What you've been saving for.

This is what you're worth.

Now, you buy a timeshare, and one week a year, you come here and you live like a king.

This is paradise.

And when you speak to this lot... (smacks lips) ...you're gonna be surprised how cheap paradise comes.

Where's the gold, then, Palmer?

(guests murmuring) Look, I'm just here to talk about timeshares, mate.

I'm not buying a timeshare from a crook.

(sighs) I was found innocent at the Old Bailey.

You don't get much more innocent than that.

Please come with me, sir.

Yeah, I'm leaving, anyway.

I wouldn't trust you with my money, Palmer.

Well, I'll struggle by without it, son.

(scoffs): Yeah.

(guests murmuring) (door opens, closes) Yes.

I'm John Palmer.

(exhales) Goldfinger.

(chuckles) And no, right?

Before you ask, I don't know where the other half of the Brink's-Mat gold is.

(guests chuckling) But if you do find it, you'll let me know, yeah?

(all laughing) But more importantly, there's 20 of you here and only 18 timeshares left to sell.

So, why don't you drink the rest of my champagne?

It's first come, first served.

Good luck.

Right, who's first?

(guests talking softly) Sir?

The first thing we need from you is a deposit and that will secure you a property.

(phone ringing) Mr.

Palmer.

Sales team take it from here, mate.

I'm not looking to buy a timeshare.

I'm from the "Sunday Times."

We've been calling your office.

So, you put him up to that, did you?

You're in our Rich List on Sunday, Mr.

Palmer.

We can go with our figures or we can go with yours.

Well, you'd best come with me, then.

♪ ♪ (gulls calling) ♪ ♪ (phones ringing) (phones continue) Hello?

Buenos días, Daniel.

Hello, Charlie.

I'm coming down to see you tomorrow.

All right, yeah, fair enough.

(people talking in background) Everything okay, Danny?

DANNY: Yeah, fine.

Just having a cup of tea.

Not like that muck they gave us inside.

In those bloody tin mugs.

♪ ♪ You're a good lad, Danny.

I'll see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow, Charlie.

♪ ♪ (phone ringing in distance) ♪ ♪ (inhales, safe closes) ♪ ♪ SHIRLEY: That was a mistake.

What was?

You don't want to be talking to people like that, John, getting yourself in the papers.

Listen, Shirl, they were gonna write something.

I made sure they wrote what I wanted.

And I'm in charge of your books.

People start asking questions, it's me that could get it in the neck.

This is a legit business.

It's a successful business.

You've been a big part of that.

There's no questions we can't answer.

Good.

Then maybe you can help me make sense of some of this.

I'm just a jeweler from Solihull.

You lot shuffle the papers, I'll keep the wheels greased.

That's the kind of thing I'm talking about.

(people talking in background) ♪ ♪ Look where you are, Shirl.

Hm?

Got a good job, for good dough.

(inhales) Out here in the sunshine.

It's a lot better than where you could be, ain't it?

♪ ♪ Yeah.

Yeah, okay, John.

♪ ♪ All right, folks, I'm off.

(phone rings in distance) Don't work too hard.

WOMAN: ¡Adiós!

(phones ringing, people talking in background) MILLER: All right?

How are you?

Wet!

(vehicle door closes, dog barking) How's the old man?

Dead.

Oh, sorry to hear that, Charlie.

Well, he lived the life, didn't he?

No one can say he didn't give it a right good go.

I need something that can take a bit of a load.

That's an easy one.

Got all sorts here, pal.

Save them from scrapping, patch them up.

Don't recommend M.O.Ts., right enough, but then we don't sell them to people that worry about that kind of thing.

That's the one.

(dog barking) Really?

(laughing): Yes.

(dog barking) ♪ ♪ (door opens) ♪ ♪ (door closes) (engine starts) (car horn honks) (brakes squeak) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (car door opens) ♪ ♪ (car door opens, closes) ♪ ♪ (brakes squeak) ♪ ♪ ¿Qué haces?

¿Qué pasa?

¿Qué haces?

¡Eh!

¿Qué haces?

Why are you following me?

¿Qué?

Don't give me that (muted).

¡Eh!

Inglés.

I sorry, I don't understand!

You are following me.

(panting): No, no, señor, I am working.

(laughs) Okay?

This is my route.

(panting) We've driven round half the (muted) island.

You must be the busiest postie in the business.

But look the letters, the, the addresses.

Tell Mr.

Palmer why you are following him!

Okay, okay-- this is my route, okay?

Please, look the letters, the addresses, come on!

Please.

(panting) (dog barking in distance) I don't want to see you again.

Okay.

Now piss off.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

(engine starts) (gear shifts) (brakes squeak) What are you driving around with a shooter for?

I see what you do.

How you make the island look away to let you make your money.

And I see how easy that money comes.

Oh, it comes easy, does it?

For now, yes.

Because you are the only cowboy in town.

But that money will bring others.

And this island becomes the Wild West.

I'm ready for when that day comes, Mr.

Palmer, ah?

You should be, too.

I know a lot more about money than you do, son.

How to earn it.

How to keep it.

And the kind of people who'll try to take it from me.

There's nothing I'm not ready for.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ All units, all units.

Target vehicle is inbound, past Point Bravo.

(on radio): Stand by, stand by.

(softly): Vehicle approaching.

OFFICER: Vehicle is a brown van.

Shall we stop him, sir?

Wait.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Sir?

♪ ♪ Take him.

Take him.

Take him.

(sirens blaring) OFFICERS: Armed police!

Armed police!

(shouting) Hands in the air!

OFFICER: Don't touch it!

What do you see?

Clear, just boxes.

It's not him!

Salesman, sir-- Tupperware, if you're interested.

Send him packing, return to positions, sir?

No.

Surprised.

Sorry?

You looked surprised by the van.

Miller told you he was coming, and yet, when you saw a van, you looked surprised.

Why?

We're going to the mines.

Which one?

It's been a long time, mate.

I don't remember which mine it was-- sorry.

Then you'd best remember fast or they won't be bringing you back here.

♪ ♪ Let's go.

♪ ♪ (engine slowing, pilot speaking over P.A.)

Welcome to England.

It looks cold.

(chuckles) It is cold, but the beer's warm.

Where did we get that pilot from, then, eh?

He hit every bloody cloud up there.

I think that was just the beer, JP.

Yeah, well... (door opens) You tell him to keep it fueled and ready.

It always is.

JOHN: I'll be checking the mileage, so don't you lot be flying off to the Bahamas.

I wish.

See you on Sunday, John.

A ghost.

That's what I am in England.

No passport control, no nosy bastard spotting me in an airport and calling the press or the Old Bill.

Because I beat them, you see, the English police.

I beat the best they have.

And they won't forget that.

(exhales) One day, they'll come back for more.

And when they do, well... (hatch opens) Let's see how they get on finding a ghost.

♪ ♪ (case bangs) ♪ ♪ (grunting) (clanking) (panting) (case bangs) (panting) ♪ ♪ (officer speaking indistinctly) (siren blaring) (siren continues) Where now?

Keep going.

Stop here.

(brake engages) All units, stop here.

OFFICER (on radio): Received.

Where?

I'll show you.

(doors opening) ♪ ♪ (sniffs) There's a better way in.

Let's go.

Proceed with caution.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ OFFICERS: Armed police!

Armed police!

Armed police!

Clear!

Clear!

OFFICER: Clear.

Clear.

(officers talking indistinctly) (sighs) Cheeky bastard.

♪ ♪ TONY: He's taken off the serial numbers, sir.

We couldn't prove it's Brink's-Mat.

But look how badly he's done it.

This half's going to move cruder and quicker.

I don't get it.

He had one-and-a-half tons of gold down there, and we stopped every vehicle going in and out.

(exhales) No, we didn't.

(siren blaring) (siren continues) ♪ ♪ (car doors open) JOHN: Oh, my girls!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Oh, my girls, come here!

GIRL: We missed you!

I have missed you so much.

Let me look at you.

Oh, have you been growing again?

Yeah.

That's a good suntan for someone too busy to come home.

(chuckles) Suits me, though, don't it?

Mm-hmm.

(chuckles) Mm.

Oh!

Come on!

Come on, Daddy.

All right, hold on, hold on.

(hatch closes) Come with us!

Oh, we're going inside, are we?

Eh, all right-- come on, then.

GIRL: Have you brought any presents?

JOHN: You never know.

Good day, Mrs.

Palmer.

Oh, hello.

(girls talking in distance) (stopper clinks) So, you need a minder now, do you?

(chuckles) He's just keeping an eye on me.

Well, it's not like I can, is it?

We can have that argument when I'm there, not when I'm here.

I risk a lot to come home.

Mm.

You risk more when you leave.

It's not forever.

(scoffs) You used to say it's not for long, now you say it's not forever... (sighs) Look, I, I can't make a quid in England now without the coppers asking how I've made it.

I need to make enough money over there, so when I come back, I never have to make money again.

Making money is what gets you up in the morning, John.

I can't imagine you ever not needing that.

Now, come on, love, huh?

I'm here.

(inhales deeply) I reckon... (clears throat) ...we can find a better way to spend our time than arguing.

So your minder'll let you out of sight for that, will he?

Well, a few minutes, maybe.

(laughs) A few minutes?!

(laughing): Yeah, well, that'll be... It's been a while.

Don't really seem worth it.

GIRL: Daddy, come and play!

(groans) GIRL 2: Daddy!

Um... That ain't over.

Hope not.

What are you playing?

(girl 2 speaking indistinctly) GIRL 1: Yes, you do!

Hm.

(people talking in background) (dog barking in distance) (exhales) That was quick.

I've got a job for you.

♪ ♪ (gulls calling) (breathes deeply) ♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (lock turns) (plane engines humming) (music playing on headphones, woman coughing) (sniffling) (baby crying) (blows nose) (baby screaming) (Douglas clears throat) (music continues) (people talking softly in background) (woman speaking on P.A.)

I would like to access the executive lounge, and before you start, I would remind you that I'm a loyal and frequent customer.

You can't get into the executive lounge with an economy ticket, Douglas.

As discussed.

I have over 1,000 points in your loyalty scheme, which surely buys me entry into... 1,000 points gets you a mug.

There is a man in there wearing (muted) shorts.

Would you like the mug?

(snorts) You're a poxy bloody airline, in a poxy bloody airport, on a poxy bloody island.

Safe flight, Douglas.

(scoffs) (P.A.

chimes) (man speaking on P.A.)

There are many ways a police career can end and this is one of them.

It can end with honor, respect, and a carriage clock or it can end like this.

While the panel had no option but to clear you, it noted a startling list of transgressions, deviations from accepted practice, lack of communication, and a reputation for... So, I'm cleared, then?

Resign today and I'll let you keep your pension.

You've run out of departments that will take you, Lundy, which is quite the achievement.

Every time I come here, you give me a commendation or you give me a warning, and I'm not interested in either.

I'm interested in catching villains.

And when it comes to that, I am the best you've got and you know it.

(knock at door, door opens) Sir?

Downing Street.

(door closes) Resign or I'll have you doing school visits for the rest of your career.

(door opens) Give me a job, ma'am.

♪ ♪ This is a mistake.

I thought you'd be impressed, me being in there with that lot.

I know who you are.

I know what you've achieved.

I don't need to read it in some newspaper.

I don't know why you'd want anyone else to read it, either.

Because it's an opportunity.

That bit you read, business interests in Spain, that's what they put my dough down to.

No mention of anything else.

It shows that I'm legit.

And the more legit that I look, the further away I get from that bloody gold.

No, I don't think this gets you away from the gold, John.

I think it just reminds people about it.

(exhales) While I accept that Cornwall didn't go exactly to plan, if the gold is on the move, then that is a good thing.

You're not here to discuss the gold, Boyce.

Have you seen the "Times"?

I've been a little busy, ma'am.

The "Times" Rich List, which is Christmas bloody Day for this country's establishment, and there he is.

£150 million, all built on Brink's-Mat.

Now, look who he shares his position with.

John Palmer, next to the queen.

I realize this is not ideal... This is a national embarrassment.

Our phones are ringing.

If the home secretary wants to discuss it, I'm very happy to... It's gone higher than the home secretary.

I'm being sent across the park.

And you're going with her.

Now.

I assume you won't be joining us, sir.

Christ, no.

Commissioners that go to Downing Street don't come back.

If they need a head on a spike, give them Boyce.

(phone ringing in background) (traffic passing) (people talking in background) It'll come to you dirtier than that.

I'd hope so.

Who's smelting it for you, Charlie?

Gypsies.

Clever.

Can you handle it?

For the right price.

Take what you need to do it quick.

(bag zips) I'll be in touch.

(door opens and closes, shop bell rings) (computer beeps) (exhales) (keyboard clacking, computer beeps) (drive whirring) What are you up to, then?

(exhales) I was just going through Miller's criminal associates.

We spent a year doing that, mate-- look where it got us.

Whatever he's doing right now, whoever he's doing it with... (key taps) (drive whirs) ...is in here.

Yeah, but there's 200 blokes in there that will help him shift the gold, and three of us.

Well, we've got to do something, Nic.

(breathes deeply) (siren blaring in distance) You're right, the answer's in there, but... But we're asking the wrong question.

(Thatcher talking in other room) MAN: Yes, Prime Minister.

(Thatcher continues) (talking indistinctly) (door closes, Clive clears throat softly) (clears throat, exhales) How might something like this not happen again?

Well, clearly, this is... Stiffer money laundering laws, a new extradition treaty with the Spanish, and adequate resources.

Then we'll put legislation in front of Parliament and speak to the Spanish.

That would be helpful.

And in return, you will ensure the next time that John Palmer is in the newspapers, he'll be appearing at the Old Bailey.

With the right resources, that will be achieved.

Good.

(traffic passing) (people talking in background, glasses clinking) How are you, Douglas?

(door closes) Wilting.

(laughs) Whiskey?

Mm.

(chuckles) And what might pass for whiskey in a place like this?

Oh!

Only the good stuff for you, love.

If only.

(chuckles) Mm.

Hm.

Right, then, Douglas.

Take a seat.

I'll go and get me bits and bobs.

(chuckles) (exhales) (door opens) (footsteps approach softly) (calling): Oh, if this is your good stuff, you must be selling the punters bloody petrol.

(footsteps approaching loudly) (exhales) I'm a friend of a friend.

Of course you are.

This is South London-- everyone's a friend of a friend.

I heard you can clean money.

Did you now?

You're good at it, apparently.

Oh, am I?

Am I good at cleaning money?

(laughs) First-class degree from Cambridge, top of my year, one of the finest legal minds of my generation, all to sit in this (muted)hole, drinking God knows what, and being told by yet another Cockney knuckle-dragger that I'm good at cleaning money.

I'd have been better off driving a (muted) bus.

(inhales) I've got a proposal.

Oh!

(laughing): Oh, oh, he has a proposal!

Let me guess-- you turned over a post office with a banana stuck down your jumper and now you need to hide ten grand.

Well, that should shake up the world of international finance.

Coming to South London once a month to help places like this dodge a few quid in tax?

Doesn't sound like international finance to me.

This is a temporary service while I await the return of my license.

It was two months of bird you did, weren't it?

Sorry?

For the cocaine.

That was an escalating sequence of misunderstandings.

And I ain't looking for someone with a license.

Well, I ain't looking for someone like you.

Because I am sick of people like you, with your brown envelopes and your dirty fivers and your... (in accent): "So 'ow does it all work, then, Mr.

Baxter?"

(normally): So, with some, but not much, respect, why don't you take your little bag of swag and (muted) right off?

Because if you want this to get physical, I would warn you I am a Cambridge boxing half-blue, so if you wish to take this to the cobbles, I'll take it to the cobbles right now.

(chuckles) When I was a boy, we came here to play football.

The queen's house at one end of the park, the prime minister's house at the other, and a bunch of kids from Maple Street playing football in the middle.

But that's how London was back then.

It protected the powerful, but it didn't forget to serve the people.

What's your point, Boyce?

If you can find the money for me to bring down Palmer and save Her Majesty from being embarrassed, then you can find the money for me to chase the other half of the Brink's-Mat gold and whatever it turns into.

This country's heading into recession, Boyce.

We can't be seen to spend money on wild goose chases.

I'll get results, ma'am.

With some extra manpower.

(sirens blaring in distance) Well, on that front, you're in luck.

Thank you for having me in your beautiful home, Mrs.

Palmer.

I hope that one day I can build a life like this.

I'm sure you'll do just fine.

Thank you, Mrs.

Palmer.

GIRLS: I love you.

Now, I love you, too-- I'll see you soon.

GIRLS: Bye.

Now, you need anything, you let me know, yeah?

(breathes deeply) (car hatch opens) All I want is what we had.

(exhales) I can't give us that.

(hatch closes) But I can give us something better.

It doesn't have to be better.

(car door opens and closes) That life was enough for me.

And if it had been enough for you, then we wouldn't be here.

Come here.

I'll see you soon.

(sniffles) You want to keep an eye on that one.

I like him-- he's ambitious.

Yeah, that's why you need to keep an eye on him.

♪ ♪ Bye, girls.

GIRLS: Bye, Daddy.

♪ ♪ (door closes) TONY: That can't be a coincidence.

NICKY: No chance.

I have some news.

Mm, so do we.

We can't chase the gold again, sir.

We don't have the time and it's probably gone already.

This time, it's only about the money, right from the start.

TONY: So we thought about the money, and Miller, and how he'll need help with it.

Help that's in here.

And we noticed something, sir.

(knock at door, door opens) This is my news.

(Tony laughs) What?

Lundy?

He's bent, in't he?

Charming.

(exhales) Cleared by panel, love.

It's D.I.

Jennings, and cleared by panel don't mean much.

You're looking for Charlie, are you?

Yeah, course you are, 'cause he was on the Brinks job, wasn't he?

Took half the gold and then he shoved it down a hole, I heard.

Didn't think to mention that?

Well, the Met Police suspended me, D.I.

Jennings.

They decided they weren't interested in me or what I heard-- where do you want me, Boyce?

Sir.

LUNDY: Right, yeah-- where do you want me, sir?

No overtime, no drinking at lunchtime, and no Freemasonry.

If I charged my overtime, I'd bankrupt the Yard, I run at lunchtimes, and I'm a Catholic, so I think the Masons would be less keen on me than they are on you.

We have two targets, Charlie Miller and John Palmer.

It's a bit bare up there, isn't it?

Not for long.

If we've learnt one thing in the last few years, it is to respect what the gold and the money that comes from it does to people.

Not to them, but to the people around them.

Those drawn in by greed, or ambition, or fear.

(exhales) BOYCE: Those with choices to make: to stay loyal or to rebel.

To stay clean or to get dirty.

Those people will make those choices, and they will make mistakes, and we must be there when they do.

Because, right now, in the people around Palmer and Miller are those who will protect them and those who will destroy them.

And we need to work out which ones are which before they do.

We need to work out what danger they're in before they do.

I don't know where this ends.

But I know that it's begun.

(children calling in background) ♪ ♪ (door closes, shop bell rings) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (laughing) (moaning) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Mm.

MILLER (on phone): That's the lot.

Shame.

I was enjoying the air miles.

So... DOUGLAS: So?

Where have you put it?

That is stage two.

I have been somewhat preoccupied with stage one.

But it's tucked away somewhere, invested.

It's somewhere, yes.

I gave you my money because I believed you knew what to do with it.

And I believed you knew what would happen if you lost a single note of that ten million quid.

And you were right on both counts.

Then tell me, very clearly, where every penny of my dough is right now.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ DOMINGUEZ: Mr.

Palmer-- you failed to convict him once.

Are you here to try again?

Yes.

ENRIQUE: There are better ways to launder money, and I can show you them.

This island, it makes everybody rich.

JOHN: This is just the start of it.

We could be anyone we want.

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