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Palmer learns he is wanted by the police. Noye’s murder trial comes to a dramatic conclusion.
In Tenerife, Palmer learns he is wanted by the police. Cooper and Parry’s plan to move cash across Europe is a success. Noye’s murder trial comes to a dramatic conclusion.
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Episode 4
Episode 4 | 53m 5sVideo has Audio Description, Closed Captions
In Tenerife, Palmer learns he is wanted by the police. Cooper and Parry’s plan to move cash across Europe is a success. Noye’s murder trial comes to a dramatic conclusion.
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Learn Moreabout PBS online sponsorship♪ ♪ BOYCE: John Palmer.
This is our compromised gold merchant?
♪ ♪ MARNIE: Tenerife.
We leave on Friday.
I can't.
You can.
I'd like to clear the account, please.
£10 million in cash in four months feels more than concerning.
BRENDA: You know I don't like Masons.
Protection is what they are.
MCLEAN: Do they have the gold?
Whatever's left.
Then go and get it.
Police!
Police!
(men shouting) NEIL: Ambulance, urgent!
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (waves lapping, gulls cawing) (breeze blowing) (people talking, calling in background) (dogs yipping) (John exhales, sniffs) Come on, then!
(squealing): Daddy!
(growls) (girls giggling) (John and Marnie laugh) (exhales) (breathes deeply) You were halfway back to Bristol out there.
Mm.
I didn't realize how far I drifted.
(people talking and laughing in background) (Rod Stewart's "I Don't Want to Talk About It" playing) (both chuckling) (song continues) (people talking in background) WOMAN (off-key): ♪ I can tell by your eyes ♪ ♪ That you've probably been crying forever ♪ (both stifling laughs) (song continues) ♪ And the stars in the sky ♪ ♪ Don't mean nothing to you ♪ (chuckling) ♪ They're a mirror ♪ Oh, dear.
(laughs) Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.
(laughing) ♪ I don't want to ♪ (laughing softly) ♪ Talk about it ♪ Hey, love.
Mm?
Why don't you get up there?
Hm?
Hey?
You've got a hell of a voice on you.
(laughs) I will if you will.
(scoffs) WOMAN: ♪ If I stay here ♪ ♪ Just a little bit longer ♪ I ain't bloody singing.
(Marnie laughs) WOMAN: ♪ If I stay ♪ ♪ Sally called when she got the word ♪ ♪ And she said, "I don't suppose you've heard..." ♪ (both laugh) (song continues) ♪ "...about Alice."
♪ (song continues) (confidently): ♪ When I rushed to the window and I looked outside ♪ (audience cheering) So good.
(laughing): ♪ And I could hardly believe my eyes ♪ ♪ As a big limousine rolled up ♪ BOTH: ♪ Into Alice's drive ♪ (Marnie laughs) (beat picks up) ♪ Oh, I don't know why she's leaving ♪ ♪ Or where she's gonna go ♪ ♪ I guess she's got her reasons ♪ (both laughing) ♪ But I just don't want to know ♪ ♪ 'Cause for 24 years ♪ (audience singing along) ♪ I've been living next door to Alice ♪ (audience cheering) ♪ 24 years just waiting for a chance ♪ ♪ To tell her how I feel and maybe get a second glance ♪ ♪ Now I've got to get used to ♪ ♪ Not living next door to Alice ♪ (audience cheering) (from album recording): ♪ We grew up together ♪ ♪ Two kids in the park ♪ ♪ We carved our initials deep in the bark ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Me and Alice ♪ ♪ Now she walks through the door ♪ ♪ With her head held high ♪ (song ends abruptly) (exhales) GIRL 1: Did you not think to, like, note it down?
GIRL 2: But it was-- they were quite cute.
(game beeping) That one and then the big one... (John clears throat) (John chuckles) GIRL 2: The swimming... What are we missing, then?
MARNIE: No idea.
These are two days old by the time they get here.
(grunts, sighs) This is how to live your life.
Lying in the sun.
Two days behind.
(chuckles) (inhales deeply) (groans) ♪ ♪ 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.
(door opens) NEWSCASTER (on 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.
(spoon clatters) In other news, a ferry company owned by Sir... (Stewart breathes deeply) How are the family?
They are brave, and they shall need to be.
MCLEAN: We told the press that your actions were infallible.
I saw that.
And I saw their reaction.
STEWART (inhales): 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.
(inhales) 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.
STEWART: There won't be a jury if you get a confession.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (breath trembles) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (people calling in background) MAX: We 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 tons.
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.
MRS.
DENNIS: 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.
Well, if she comes back, chuck her in a hole.
(people calling in background) (people talking in distance) MARNIE: Yeah?
Yeah.
MARNIE: Yeah.
(conversation continues indistinctly) MARNIE (in distance): And he took it?
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You got a problem?
Good luck, mate.
(footsteps retreating) (exhales sharply) (Marnie laughing) You asked to see me alone.
(exhales) You retire early, you lot, don't you?
Not as early as you.
(sniffs) Have you got enough put away?
Confess to the murder and tell me where the gold is.
(clicks tongue, sucks in breath) Well, it wasn't murder.
(clicks tongue): And I ain't got no gold.
We found 11 bars.
Right.
They got serial numbers on them?
'Cause that's your first problem, and it ain't your last.
We found instructions to a smelter.
I trade jewelry.
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.
It'd be nice, wouldn't it?
Yeah, retiring to Spain.
With a few quid there waiting for you, hm.
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.
(inhales) 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 turn to me and say, "You only need to worry about the one that's coming for you."
(chair creaks) 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.
(gathers file) (chair scrapes) (door opens) (sighs) (door closes firmly) (lock turns) (sniffs) (sighs) NICKI: Rough around here, innit?
I can say that, 'cause I grew up rougher, but not much.
(Tony chuckles) I'm afraid we can't give you any... We walked here, you see?
From Scadlynn.
With these bank statements.
As we walked, we thought, "How does a bloke... (papers drop) "...in an area like this "go into a bank and pull out 10 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.
NICKI: You ain't given us any information.
If we hadn't 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 the signed authority of the customer.
(Tony clears throat) SAM: We did what we could, which is to raise concerns internally.
(computer keys clacking) We haven't broken any rules.
And we're not starting now.
(Tony clears throat) SAM: Get a court order and we'll give you everything you want.
In the meantime, I can tell you that the money went into bags and went through those doors.
And by now, I guess it's far away from here.
(clears throat) (door opens) Thanks for your time.
(grabs papers) (door closes) What happened in Kent?
No idea.
I'm going away for a while.
Where are you going?
France.
You can hide anywhere you want, Mr.
Cooper.
Don't hide from me or the people we answer to, okay?
It would appear that those whose investments we manage are now under the care of Her Majesty?
(swallows, exhales) (cup set down) 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.
(exhales) (resumes eating) (object shifts) We need to move the money from Switzerland to Liechtenstein.
(slurps) 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 Liechtenstein, we will be protected.
That's 10 million quid.
You better drive a big car.
(laughs) We should, Mr.
Cooper.
(laughs) ♪ ♪ Why not?
(chuckles) (footsteps approaching) We were hoping you're a smoker.
♪ ♪ A24.
What's that?
That's how you catch them.
Look, love... It's been nice these last couple of days, John.
(voice breaking): You know, we felt like a family again, and you were back with us, and... You know, it felt like the start of something.
But now I realize it was the end of something, 'cause, you know, nothing's ever gonna be the same again, is it?
After this.
I ain't done nothing wrong.
(chuckles): Oh, our whole world's falling apart, and you've done nothing wrong?
I, I just need some time to work out... The police have been in our house.
And I'll sue them for it.
Um... (exhales) 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.
Came to me unmarked.
Then why did the police want to talk to you?
Because a cop is dead, love.
They're gonna want to talk to anyone they can.
(phone ringing) Well, it won't be for me, will it, John?
(phone continues) No.
(phone continues) Hello.
ADIE (on phone): 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.
ADIE: 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?
Uh, Brian Reader's house, uh, Garth Chappell's house, Scadlynn's office, and every pub in Hatton Garden, thanks to Matteo Constantino.
BOYCE: None at Noye's?
Not yet.
None past Noye?
Not yet.
You've not got him?
Not yet.
(knock at door) Palmer's in Tenerife.
And how do you know?
'Cause he's on the telly.
JOHN: All I've heard is that the, uh, police smashed into my house and, um, arrested the people that were kindly looking after the place, and... I, I'm astonished, frankly.
ADIE: And did you know, or can you think of a reason for this happening?
Uh, well, they say it's to do with some bullion robbery?
You know, I'd be amazed if, if, if that was right.
But then again, uh, I'm just a, a bloke on holiday with his family.
Don't ask me.
ADIE: The police have a... Speak to the Home Office.
Oh, the Spanish won't extradite him.
I know, then we can blame the Spanish.
It's time to go, sir.
JOHN: And I understand they carried out... (door opens) ...S.A.S.-like raids on my property, and I, I think that was unnecessary.
(Tony sighs, door closes) (border guard speaking German in background, brakes squeaking) (guards speaking German) Right, good luck.
Where are you off to?
Well, I'll cross by foot.
(stammers): Then we'll meet at the bank.
Uh, then a spot of lunch, possibly... (doors lock) I always thought it was interesting how you put the Swiss account in my name, Mr.
Cooper.
Mm.
(guards speaking German) Making yourself invisible by making me very visible.
(guard speaking German) But that's you all over, isn't it, hm?
I mean, I can see you.
Mm, I can hear you.
But I ain't got no idea who you (muted) are.
(guard speaking German) And sometimes I don't think you do, either.
♪ ♪ (continues in voiceover): 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 them.
But I think, uh, I think we've moved past that now.
(brakes squeak) I think you're not in charge anymore, Mr.
Cooper.
'Cause I know that where you're from, where you pretend you're from, power is permanent.
(guard speaking German, gate closes) But where I'm from, it comes from fear.
JUDGE: 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.
(chuckles) ♪ ♪ (scoffs) Not guilty, Your Honor.
The trial will be set for six months' time.
(gavel bangs) Thank you, Your Honor.
(people murmuring) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people murmuring) ♪ ♪ (tools scraping, metal clanking) Ten days.
That's it.
That's the end.
(chuckling): That seems a bit dramatic.
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.
(papers shuffling) And 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 drilling in distance) (men calling) ♪ ♪ (jackhammer continues) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (glass set down) (sighs) (door opens, shop bell rings) (exhales): Good afternoon.
(door closes, bell rings) I'm looking for a painting.
I could certainly help you with that.
(laughs) Um, it's for my wife's birthday.
(claps) Well, let's give her something worthy of the occasion, eh?
(chuckles): Okay.
You simply cannot go wrong with a Turner.
Holds its value and the detail only deepens with age.
(chuckling): Yeah.
Have you got something a bit less posh?
(chuckling): Posh?
Turner was born in Maiden Lane with his mother in the loony bin.
(chuckles) Keith.
My customer.
We do have some prints, if you'd prefer... (laughs): A print?
It's her birthday, for Christ's sake.
How about, uh, something a bit more modern?
(snaps): Modern-- that's easy.
Edward Wadsworth, 1932-- pristine.
Absolutely pristine.
Uh... I don't know-- it, it's a bit weird, innit?
Bit weird?
It's Edward bloody Wadsworth.
It's the Vorticist movement.
It's the willful abandonment of representational art.
All right, mate, it's just not what I'm looking for.
Oh, no?
Then what are you looking for, then, eh?
Keith!
What exalted artistic heights are you hoping to scale, huh?
Keith!
Yeah, all right, forget it.
A load of dots, hey?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Melting clocks?
Huh?
(door opens, bell rings) Dogs playing (muted) cards?!
(door slams, bell rings) (footsteps approaching) Nine days.
(footsteps retreating) (jackhammer pounding) ♪ ♪ Come on.
♪ ♪ (laughing) (both talking indistinctly) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people speaking French on TV) (phone ringing) (phone continues) (button beeps, ringing stops) Yes?
PARRY (over phone): Time to come home, Mr.
Cooper.
(call disconnects) (dial tone buzzing) VINCENT: 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's ridiculous to say he's only just got it since the Brink's-Mat.
KENNETH: 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.
(inhales): 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-hmm.
But property and haulage are not your only lines of business.
No.
When did you start dealing in gold?
KENNETH: 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 V.A.T., which means dodging your tax liability, which means stealing, Mr.
Noye, from the people of this country.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You had to go around the houses a bit there, didn't you?
You've 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.
Hm?
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.
(chuckling) I can't take much more of this.
Well, get used to it, Nick.
(key taps, computer beeps) This is the future of policing.
(door opens, closes) 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?
Mm.
Those cheeky bastards.
They told us that blokes were doing it, too.
(chuckles) Well, at least I went through training for this.
Don't look like it.
Well, at the training, they told us that somewhere in here, they've combined all the records for all counties... (exhales) ...and made it searchable.
(door opens and closes) (typing): So instead of another six months trawling through records, I can just... (computer beeps) And there it is.
(inhales) A24?
A24.
(exhales) We have property holdings in the U.K., Spain, Florida, the Channel Islands.
All geared toward a swift realization 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.
Most gents, they like to do their business in person.
Don't worry.
I got to see my children, sign divorce papers.
It's a productive trip all around.
Oh, yeah.
There is something else.
EDWYN: Where did it come from?
PARRY: Our friends in Bristol.
How much?
700 grand.
Well, we don't deposit the money.
The people that did are no longer available.
So what are you suggesting?
You 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 to Liechtenstein.
Well, we have enough money.
(scoffs) You had enough money, Mr.
Cooper, before this even started.
Do you know someone?
(trunk closes) 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.
NICKI: 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 them.
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 neighbors, 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 gonna 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 (muted) all from me.
At 6:15 p.m., we received the order to move forward.
We went over the wall and into the grounds.
How were you dressed?
Camouflage 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.
NEIL: I retreated to the fence and I thought that John was following.
And when I got there, I realized he hadn't.
(exhales): I looked back and I saw a torch.
VINCENT: 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 take the knife from the kitchen and scrape 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.
PURNELL: You held the knife, which you did not intend to use as a weapon, in your right hand.
Well, maybe I held them both together in my left.
I don't know.
NEIL: 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 neighbor, and it could provide cover for John's getaway.
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, you know?
Hm.
(sniffs) I thought I was a dead man.
♪ ♪ (softly): And what happened next?
(clears throat): Well, without a word, he struck me across the face with what I thought was a weapon.
(exhales) So... I put my hand up, shouted for help.
♪ ♪ And then I just started to strike him with all my strength.
(sniffs) (clears throat) And do you know how many times you did that?
(clicks tongue) I really couldn't say.
Ten wounds.
Five in the front of the victim and five in the back.
(people murmur) 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 ran 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 around to the entrance from where I saw three people near John.
One stood over him with a shotgun and 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 I.D., and I, uh, immediately broke the gun.
NEIL: I went straight to John, who was... ♪ ♪ I then remained with him until they took him away.
PURNELL: 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 have taken that evening when he saw Mr.
Fordham in his garden, and yet, he... VINCENT: I have an objection, Your Honor.
JUDGE: Proceed.
Uh, this photography has been conducted in broad daylight.
It gives a false impression of the conditions at the time of the alleged offense.
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.
PURNELL: Your Honor, this is... JUDGE: Then we shall go there this evening.
When darkness has fallen.
(people murmuring) Margaret not about, Keith?
(sighs): At her sister's.
How's business?
Well, Maggie's at her sister's.
(exhales softly) You still popping over to the continent?
You know, pick up your bits and pieces?
When funds allow.
(vehicle passing) Me and Mr.
Cooper here, we, uh, we need something taken over to Liechtenstein.
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.
(traffic passing) I can't.
Look, if this place goes under, I might get her back from her sister's.
If she catches me doing anything hooky, I got more chance getting her back from the (muted) moon.
Do you believe in God, Keith?
In the Great Thereafter?
No.
And neither do I. Gordon?
No.
No, I do not, Mr.
Cooper.
No.
(inhales) 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.
(sniffs) (sighs) Thanks, Keith.
(shop bell rings) (shop bell rings) Remember how hard it was to get you to come here?
Now you won't leave.
(sighs) I visited my old man once when he was inside.
Winson Green Prison.
And I (muted) myself.
(laughs): Yeah, right there in the visitors' room.
And he clobbered me for it.
He said I'd embarrassed him.
He was sat there in Winson Green Prison, and he said that I had embarrassed him.
(horse nickering softly) No, I'm not going inside.
There's no kid of mine that's gonna be visiting me there, neither.
So you'd make this place your prison instead.
I reckon I can make this place whatever I want.
(clicks tongue) (horse nickering) JUDGE: This is now an extension of the Central Criminal Court, and the court is now in session.
(reporters shouting in distance) (camera shutters clicking) 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.
(switch clicks) PURNELL: Your Honor, the jury are clearly in sight of the press.
JUDGE (shouting): I forbid any press from taking pictures of the jury or using any film that features them.
(softly): Yeah, that'll stop them.
This is a circus.
I suspect that was the plan.
Proceed.
(press shouting, camera shutters clicking) ♪ ♪ (bushes rustle, man roars) (people screaming) PURNELL: What on Earth is this?
Your Honor, this is simply an attempt to recreate events.
This is a shoddy vaudeville, Your Honor.
VINCENT: This is what happened that night.
They're scared.
PURNELL: It's completely unacceptable!
(sighs) VINCENT: It's not unacceptable.
PURNELL: Just a travesty.
VINCENT: It's important that we face reality, Your Honor.
These are the events... TONY (voiceover): We went to every bank close to where Savage dropped the money.
(exhales) NICKI: And there she is.
BOYCE: 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.
(people talking in background) Just you, Señor Palmer?
(inhales) Yup.
(clears throat) Just me.
(inhales) Here, what's, um, what's that place that's up the coast?
It's, uh... It's all abandoned, like.
Oh.
Germans.
They, they wanted to build a new type of holiday village.
Timeshare.
But they ran out of money.
They were going to call it El Dorado.
Well, what's that, then?
It's a myth, Señor 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?
(man speaking Spanish) MATEO: Excuse me.
(man and Mateo speaking Spanish indistinctly) Have you reached a verdict upon which the majority of you are agreed?
We have, Your Honor.
JUDGE: On the count of murder, how do you find the defendant?
FOREPERSON: Not guilty.
(people exclaiming) KENNETH: Thank you, thank you very much, thank you.
(gavel banging) God bless you, thank you.
JUDGE: The defendant is discharged.
♪ ♪ Come with me.
♪ ♪ (talking softly) (door opens) Give it half an hour to calm down outside.
And don't speak to the press, mm?
Oh.
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 realized in the Brink's-Mat robbery... Oh, do me a favor... ...of the 26th of November 1983.
VINCENT: This is 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, let 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 gonna 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.
VINCENT: That is inappropriate.
(handcuffs rattling) My client has been found innocent by a jury of his peers.
I'll remember the five in the back.
(handcuffs locking) We need a miracle.
We need a mistake.
("Paralysed" by Gang of Four playing) (border guard speaking German) (guard speaking German) (brakes squeak) ♪ ♪ (grunts) (metal thuds) ♪ ♪ (engine revs softly) (brakes squeak) (parking brake engages) (guards speaking German) (hatch opens) (engine stops) (sighs) (guard murmurs) ♪ ♪ MARNIE: You can't be a fugitive forever.
JOHN: I'm just concentrating on the silver lining, love.
I mean, why look at that cloud when you can look at all that silver?
To prove conspiracy against any of them, we need to know who controls the Swiss account and prove the connections all the way back.
You've just made a powerful enemy.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MAN: Blinkered.
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