♪ ♪ BOYCE: You're going to the British Virgin Islands.

You'll use Baxter to get to a Logan Campbell.

♪ ♪ CAMPBELL: The D.E.A.

and the British police are here to arrest me.

KADENE: I chose Tortola.

KENNETH: I'm on the run, John.

I need to go somewhere quiet.

I'm doing a boatload of cash every week for the Russians.

♪ ♪ I'll see you soon, John.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door closes) ♪ ♪ Hello, Joey.

Who's he?

Well, I'm not making the drinks, Joey.

What you having?

Nothing.

Times have changed.

Times have changed.

Take a seat, Joey.

(chairs slide) I didn't know you'd hung onto this place.

Oh, it's the only one I've got left.

I can't let it go.

I suppose I'm getting a little nostalgic.

You're not alone there.

I miss it something terrible, what Soho was-- what London was.

Yeah.

Used to be, you could drop me on any street in London and I could tell you who ran it.

Now?

(muted) me.

Yeah.

Turks, Albanians, some scrotty kids with automatics-- it's bloody anarchy.

And there's no respect.

No recognition of what we built.

Listen, Joey... Where's the villains?

Where's the scores, the proper scores?

Well, Brink's-Mat was proper, Joey.

Three tons of yellow.

And how did that work out for them what done it?

McAvoy was in the nick in a week.

Lots of people got rich off that job, but it weren't the six blokes in the van.

They say Miller's on his toes with half of it.

Yeah, he's on his toes, but I bet he ain't still got half of it.

Yeah.

No, for what we did, Tel, Brink's-Mat was the end of it.

Well, Joey, that's sort of what I want to talk to you about.

And the Old Bill ain't much better.

Used to be personal.

You knew who was chasing you-- you could plan accordingly.

But now, (muted) me.

Yeah.

It's all computers and listening to your phone calls.

And grasses.

Supergrasses, Tel.

That's what they call them, not grasses.

Not scum.

Not dead men walking.

There's a detective at the Yard turning over some of the biggest faces in London.

I mean, Jesus (muted), how did we get to this?

I don't know.

Well, it ain't over yet, I tell you what.

That detective's got a bull's-eye on his back.

I'm glad to hear it.

There's enough of the old ways of working to get him the sack, and if that don't work, he'll take a walk.

But one way or another, he'll be taken care of.

So what you got for me, then, Tel?

It's cocaine.

Course it's cocaine.

Everything's bloody cocaine.

That's the other thing now, innit?

The drugs.

I used to say to my lot, "On a job, you drink ginger beer, "'cause a shaky hand and a shotgun don't go together," do it, Tel?

No.

But now, with the cocaine?

Heard of a young team in Clapham, went to rob a Barclays, got spangled on cocaine, ended up turning over the florist next door.

How much cocaine?

Two tons.

What do you need from me?

Your name.

You've got a name.

Yeah, but not like yours, Joey.

If two tons goes on the street in my name, there would be resistance.

But your name, yours, it's got the weight that two tons needs.

Who's bringing it in?

They got some bloke at Southampton dock and a smart kid in charge who can move it all in a week.

Him?

He's my nephew.

I know he's your nephew.

I don't walk into a room blind.

Ten percent.

That's five mill.

Just for your name.

♪ ♪ And for a chance to show that blokes like us can still pull off something like this.

(chuckles) All right, then, Tel.

That's enough.

(exhales) Thank you, Joey.

Go on, then, son.

You might not be a barman, but you can pour a ginger beer.

(door crashes open) OFFICERS: Armed Police!

Armed Police!

TINA (on television): John Palmer claims to be a legitimate businessman... (phone calling out) ...even with his connection to the infamous Brink's-Mat robbery.

And yet, in secret filming, he offered a highly illegitimate service.

JOHN: 25 million.

I'll clean it for 25 million.

(gasping) TINA: For $25 million, you will launder $100 million?

(phone ringing) ♪ ♪ (phone continues) (sighs) (dogs barking in distance) ♪ ♪ (vehicle passing) BOYCE (on speaker): Where's Campbell now?

LUNDY: Oh, he's still with the Americans, but I've got a plan to get him back.

Get Campbell to give up the money, then Miller.

In that order, Lundy.

Don't worry, guvnor.

I've turned harder blokes than Campbell.

I'm going to Tenerife with Harper to get search warrants against Palmer.

I'll be in touch.

Oh, sounds like we're nearly done, sir.

It's Brink's-Mat, it's never done.

Sir, can you hold on a minute?

(button clicks) (grunts) I need my expenses put through.

My missus wants a tumble dryer.

It's my fault for moving to Surrey.

It raises expectations.

(chuckles) You two get the paperwork from Campbell's office.

I'll, I'll see you at the house.

NICKI: Hurry up.

(door closes) (button clicks) Sir, this murder on the M25.

That's a Kent Police investigation, and I have a flight to catch.

The name of their suspect.

It's an alias, sir.

An alias for whom?

♪ ♪ Okay.

(hangs up) (police radios running) Is she a strong witness?

She's 17 years old.

She saw her boyfriend murdered in front of her, she has the press all over her, she comes here every day to look at photos, and if she had her way, she'd be here every night, too, if it meant catching him.

She's as strong as they come.

(sighs) (phone ringing) Yes.

She's sure?

Okay, thanks.

(hangs up) This is a Kent Police investigation.

And keep it that way.

People will come and offer help.

Some will be genuine.

Others will be something else entirely.

And I'll recognize them both for what they are.

Kent Police has changed, sir.

My team is small, but they are loyal and they are straight.

My worry with this, with, with him, would be the Met.

Good luck, Biddiss.

(scoffs) Road rage.

Now, that's what the papers are calling it.

It sounds understandable, excusable.

I mean, everyone gets pissed off on the motorway, don't they?

That makes me angry, sir, because this wasn't road rage.

This was heinous, evil.

This was stabbing a kid to death at quarter past one in the afternoon.

And I'll tell you something else-- he was losing.

He went and got the knife because he was losing the fight.

Whatever Noye was back at Brink's-Mat, he's different now.

More desperate.

More dangerous.

They all are.

(door opens and closes) (outer door opens) (door opens) You're late.

MAN: Sorry, JP.

(keys jangling) Is he talking?

No, I didn't think so.

Don't worry, I'll get him talking soon enough.

Campbell's under our protection.

Does he know he doesn't have to be?

He has control of well over $100 million.

Your gold money is a small part.

(chuckles) The rest belongs to some of the most dangerous drug cartels in the world.

We'll... When they hear we have him, they'll send someone to kill him.

We'll protect him.

Tortola's a British overseas territory, which means that now we've enough evidence to place British charges, we can hold him under house arrest and apply for extradition.

By tomorrow, I'll have a federal witness protection order to offer him that we both know he'll take.

Then we have until tomorrow to persuade him not to.

Now go and get him before I nick you for obstruction.

(all shouting) MAN: Where is Palmer?!

WOMAN: We want Palmer!

(shouting continues) (phone ringing in distance) The tourists want their deposits back, Señor Palmer.

What do we tell them?

Tell them to read the small print.

(ringing continues) That is your wife and the other one.

Both of them, all day.

(softly): Okay.

(ringing stops) Hello?

What have you done, John?

JOHN: Okay.

(exhales) Listen... Why didn't you warn me about the TV?

Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?

Hang on, love.

(button clicks) (scoffs) (button clicks) Hello!

Last chance, John.

Take me seriously or I'll do something serious.

One minute.

(button clicks) John!

Don't... Patas.

(phone clatters) Um, listen, love, I'm gonna have to call you back.

I'm in the thick of it here.

Don't you (muted) dare!

(line clicks) (dial tone buzzing) (grunts) ♪ ♪ (knock at door) Where's Miller?

And where's his money?

Shall we skip this stage?

I, I have limited time and I need to pack.

That's your plan, is it, mate?

To live in the arse end of America and spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder?

I need to pack.

And I need Charlie Miller and half of the proceeds of the Brink's-Mat robbery.

You give me that, I will pack for you.

Or we'll extradite you and you can pack for Wormwood Scrubs.

For an extradition order, you need evidence of crime.

Evidence of money laundering means finding the laundered money.

Which you never will.

Give me Charlie Miller and we'll drop all British charges.

How would that work?

(whispers): Tell me where he is.

Off the record.

Then sit here, enjoy the sunshine, wait for the Americans to fetch you, and we'll never file a single charge against you in England.

Or I stay on your tail and try every trick in the book to drag you home.

And believe me, son... ...you don't want me on your tail.

♪ ♪ (exhales) There's a small amount... ...of Miller's money in Costa Rica.

And it's getting smaller.

♪ ♪ (door opens) What the (muted) was that?

That was me getting a lead on Miller and letting Campbell think he's won.

He has won.

You have him and his paperwork until the Americans get their act together.

If you're that desperate to find the money, you'd best get cracking.

Right, then-- have fun, won't you?

Oh-- he's in charge.

Why?

(engine starts) He was the youngest detective in the history of the Flying Squad.

(gears shift) He's got to have something about him.

You know Tenerife well enough to know that it is not a big enough place to hide.

I'm not hiding.

Hm.

You sleep in that little apartment, drive that little car, and only come here in the daylight.

When it's safe.

When it feels safe.

I'm just keeping my head down.

While I get everything... (inhales) ...back on its feet.

You went on television and spoke about us.

I never used your name.

If you talk like that on television, what would you say about us in a police cell?

There won't be no police cells.

No one can touch me here.

Why not?

(chuckles) Because of your pub bouncers?

I knew one day I'd have to fight for what I have here.

Which is why I've paid who I've paid.

And the people who run this island have got my back, so if you come for me, it won't end well for either of us.

The reason you're still alive is because you are still with us.

We do not need to come for you.

All we need to do is stand aside.

(chuckles) (door opens) (people talking in background) OFFICER: Buenos días.

SERVER: Buenos días.

Qué buen día se ha quedado, ¿eh?

Claro, ya.

Mira, ¿me pones lo de siempre?

Lo de siempre.

Cafecito corto.

Ya está, okey.

Gracias.

Mm-hmm.

(exhales) Buenos días, señor.

Buenos días.

¿Qué tal?

Hombre.

(conversation continues softly) Take out every penny you can from wherever you can.

Bring it here in cash.

I'll give you half.

How long do you have?

A day or two.

I don't know.

But what I do know is... (sighs) ...is that you were right.

About what would happen with the Russians.

About Tenerife.

I had this place, this island.

(exhales softly) For a while there, I had it.

And now I don't.

It is an old island, Señor Palmer.

And this... ...is an old story.

(door closes) JOEY (calling): ¡Hola, amigo!

¿Como estás?

What a beautiful day-- how do you say that, then?

Un hermoso día.

Un hermoso día.

That's it.

Now give me four of them lovely naranjas.

And put them in a bag for me-- I ain't a juggler.

(phone ringing) (button beeps, ringing stops) Hello?

MARNIE: Hello.

Hello.

Who's this?

My name is Léna.

I know John.

♪ ♪ (baby crying over phone) (crying) (sobs) (baby crying) (Marnie's breath trembling) (baby crying) (whispers): I'm sorry.

(baby crying) (breath trembles) (button beeps) (baby crying) (button beeps, antenna slides) (gasps, exhales) ♪ ♪ (sniffles) Ah, cheers, mate.

What's Campbell up to?

Kipping.

Why didn't you tell me about you and the Flying Squad?

Uh... I went to a good school, Jennings.

I'll not tell you how good, or you won't let me forget it.

I wanted to be a lawyer.

(snorts) Perry Mason.

(both laugh) That was my man.

Poring over files, cracking cases.

(inhales) But somewhere along the way, I ended up a cop.

You got Campbell's files in there, mate.

Why don't you go a little Perry Mason on them?

(both chuckle) Well, if it's that or talking to you... (laughs) (sighs) (sirens chirp) ♪ ♪ OFFICER: Two men in the jeep, sir.

Just sitting there.

TONY: They're here for Campbell.

NICKI: They'll be armed, Tone, and we're not.

Radio for help.

Sir, the car will take an hour to get out here.

They don't know that.

♪ ♪ Urgent backup required.

Repeat, urgent backup required at the Campbell residence.

(dispatcher and officers responding on radio) ♪ ♪ Stay back.

Piss off.

You know, Nic, in my first week on the beat, I was with an old cop when we got surrounded on an estate by a gang of kids.

And he told me to stop.

(inhales) And only look at him.

He pulled out his fags... (packet sliding out) (cigarette sliding, taps) ...and asked me questions.

(packet replaced) Mm.

(breathes deeply) About my life, about my family.

About who I fancied in the Grand National.

And after a couple of minutes, I looked up, and the kids had gone.

He was teaching me the difference between threat and action.

That if you don't act, then they have only two choices.

They can act... (engine starts) ...or they can leave.

(car departs) (panting softly) (sighs, chuckles) You're wasted working with me.

Tell me about it.

(chuckles, sighs) (blows out) It's coming to me, Nic.

It's emerging.

Oh, yeah?

Hm.

There are a few dozen companies around the world that the money moves between, and it looks random, but I reckon when I get into those movements, I'll see that all the companies are decoys apart from one.

Which one?

(sighs) I don't know yet.

Right.

(birds chirping) These flowers don't fit.

In this house, in his life.

These flowers don't fit.

TONY: That's probably why she shopped him.

It's her-- that's how we get to him.

She doesn't know anything.

She thinks she doesn't.

♪ ♪ DOMINGUEZ: Two years we have been investigating Señor Palmer.

Then he flies to London and admits it all on television?

BOYCE: Hubris.

Cocaine.

I believe the two are intertwined.

He admits to criminal conspiracy.

This means we can request for federal search warrants, financial records, and cooperation arrangements to those around him.

That would be very helpful.

It will be slow, but this is Spain-- everything is slow.

These would be British charges.

The crimes were committed in Spain and they will be charged in Spain.

This is our evidence, and I've been chasing John Palmer a lot longer than two years.

When Palmer leaves a Spanish prison in many years' time, you can arrest him on the way out.

For now, I thank you for your help and would ask that you leave Tenerife as quietly as you arrived.

Of course, there is another way this could go.

Another justice that Palmer might face.

Where did you get this?

Interpol.

It is a popular sport, the hunt for John Palmer.

♪ ♪ (scooter approaching) (engine backfires) (yelps softly) (engine backfires) (exhales softly) (sniffs, lock turns) (exhaling) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (engine starts, revs) JOEY (in distance): Here he is, mi amigo.

¿Como estás?

Oh, and the naranjas were lovely, by the way.

Uh, muy bueno.

That's right, then?

¿Muy bueno?

♪ ♪ Looking for me?

Who the (muted) are you?

Who sent you, Joey?

Christ, it's Kenny Noye!

Hello, son.

Well done on Brink's-Mat.

Fancy a bit of lunch?

I don't know anything about what he did.

Didn't you ever look around and wonder where the money came from?

There are more companies registered in these islands than there are people who live here.

Do you think it is Tortolians registering those companies?

Hiding that money?

It is rich people from rich countries hiding money here, cleaning it, and then taking it back.

So, Detective, when you walk the streets of London, don't you ever look around and wonder where all the money comes from?

(people talking in background) Well, I'll tell you one thing.

You're too good for him.

Hm.

When we met, he was different.

But whatever he's done here, it took more from him than he would admit.

He's leaving, probably with the Americans.

Hm, he is a businessman, he will take the best deal.

I'm sure this place will be better off without him.

He did some good here with the money.

Oh, yeah?

What's that, then?

JOEY: Olives.

(lighter clicks) That's what this place was built on.

They grew them up in the hills, brought them here, and cured them in salt, down there.

In tunnels.

And pound for pound, those olives were worth more than gold.

You should have nicked a load of olives, Kenny.

Then you wouldn't be here.

Who's she?

Housekeeper-- she don't speak English and she don't read English newspapers.

I heard you got turned over, Joey.

You heard right.

My oldest mate turned supergrass, sold me down the river.

How'd you get out of that?

Got a dentist's appointment on remand, went out a window.

And now here I am, on me toes, just like you.

And you're not long out, which makes me wonder if you're hiding from the Old Bill or some of our lot.

You're living well.

If you come over here and look weak, you get picked off.

Money protects you for as long as you got it.

Oh, yeah.

You ain't staying in that (muted)hole, son.

You'll stay here with me.

Under my protection.

And I could do with the company.

(all shouting) MAN: Is he in there or what?

Mr.

Palmer is not available today.

(crowd clamoring) May I inquire as to the plan?

I'm retiring soon, Harper.

There are a few things I need to see before I do, and one of them is John Palmer in the dock at the Old Bailey.

So that is why I remain in Tenerife in a hot car with you.

So how do we get him?

We wait.

And we watch.

We look for weakness.

(whispers): Okay.

It's just, I packed relatively lightly and... No easy way to say it, I'm going to hit an underwear crisis relatively soon, so... Silence tends to be best in these situations.

(clamor continues) Back in a bit.

What?

Harper!

(clamor continues) (car approaching) (brakes squeak) (snorting) (sighs, sniffs) (exhales, sniffs) (sighs) I knew it.

(sniffing) Knew what?

When I watched you on TV... (exhales, chuckles) ...humiliating yourself, I knew you were on something.

I was stitched up.

And I'll be suing them for it.

(exhales) Look, love, you should have checked before coming here.

What would I have to check?

I mean, it's good to see you, yeah.

(sniffs, exhales) It's not good to see me, John.

(exhales) She phoned me.

Who?

No.

(lighter clicks) No more.

How many others?

(exhales) Whatever she said, it's a pack of lies.

(voice trembles): How many babies?

(sighs) Look, we can discuss it.

I just need a bit of time to smooth things out.

And to think I stood by you through it all.

Brink's-Mat, the press, the trial.

(chuckling) What a fool.

You're not a fool.

I've lost any respect I ever had for you.

(chuckling) Like the money, though, don't you?

And the life that comes with it.

I used the money to distract myself... (exhales) ...from what was happening to us.

But I can't distract myself from it anymore.

I can't ignore it anymore.

What's this?

I'm leaving you.

(sighs) I've got two girls to look after and I need to protect my future.

We can do a deal.

No, John.

This isn't about making a deal.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ You're the same as all the others.

(sighs) You think I'm finished.

You think you can just... (smacks lips) ...pick me off.

Well, I'm gonna tell you what I told them.

(yells): I'll decide when I'm finished!

And I'm a long way from that!

♪ ♪ When you're in a cell, John, like your dad, and you're wondering how you got there, I want you to think about the gold.

That's where you'll find answers.

(scoffs softly) To what happened to you, to what happened to us.

It was the gold.

♪ ♪ Where's Palmer?

He's a bloody liar!

We've been to the site.

You've not even dug a hole!

SECRETARY: Mr.

Palmer will be in touch with everyone very soon.

TED: Get him down here.

He can give us some of his bloody gold money, for all I care.

We have all your names and addresses.

We will be in touch.

(Ted scoffs) Back to the airport, please.

(car door closes, engine starts) (exhales) This better be good.

Give the Spanish the money laundering-- you don't need it.

Palmer's accounts show signs of fraud, which we ignored to get to the money laundering.

But I think the fraud is bigger than we thought.

And, more importantly, the victims are British.

That is a large-scale fraud case, tried in England, with a financial penalty of tens of millions of pounds and a lengthy prison sentence.

There's your Old Bailey trial, sir.

The slight caveat, of course, is that you need to persuade him to come back to England and face the charges.

(Tony sighs) Humility in victory.

Perry Mason taught me that.

When you crack the case, you do so with a little restraint.

A little grace.

What does victory look like to a man like you?

(scoffs softly) (inhales) It looks like Magdelene Holdings.

Took me a while to notice it, which was your plan, of course.

All the other companies are so busy, so distracting, sending all that money around the world, and back and forth to each other.

But then I realized that it wasn't real.

It was just the same money, rotating.

A diversion from the one company that doesn't send any money anywhere.

(chuckles) Just receives it.

(breathes deeply) (softly): Magdelene Holdings.

You're less than halfway there.

It's not the company name you need, it's the account number, which you won't find in there.

Didn't Perry Mason usually win?

I'm sure he used to win.

Magdelene Holdings.

I'm afraid that's not the dramatic return you envisaged.

We've already worked that bit out, Nic.

Oh, yeah?

What about the account number?

You sent the money from it for the school.

Hm.

(sighs) We're only interested in the Brink's-Mat money.

Come back to England, cooperate with us on that, and then fight it out in court with the Americans for the rest of it.

A few months open prison in England, then it's back into your world.

You could be doing what you do in the City by Christmas.

Just take one step back over the line to not get nicked for it.

I, um, I haven't slept well since boarding school.

Which means I saw them when they came for me last night.

Next time, they'll come harder.

The Americans have offered me a new identity, financial support, and round-the-clock armed protection.

What does witness protection involve in England?

Bus pass and a false mustache?

Let us speak to our guvnor.

He could pull a few strings.

Why not?

Hello?

(sighs) (door opens) Where the (muted) have you been?

(door closes) BOYCE: I think sometimes about how you and the others got involved.

For McAvoy, it was hearing there was a guard at the Brink's-Mat depot who liked to drink.

For Noye, it was hearing there was a lockup full of gold in South London that needed moving.

But you weren't an armed robber.

And you weren't South London.

You could have lived down in Somerset, in that nice home of yours, with that nice wife.

And you could have said no.

You could have said no to Noye and he couldn't touch you.

But instead, here you are, in a basement in Tenerife as life collapses around you.

Well, you're here, too, Mr.

Boyce, chasing what you've never caught.

It is only when the chase is over that you know what you've caught.

I, uh, hear Charlie Miller slipped your net.

And who might have told you that?

I keep my ears open.

Where's Noye?

No idea.

If you knowingly aided the escape of a murderer, then that's another ten years.

You won't be handing out any years in Tenerife.

You look tired.

It's okay to be tired when you're so close to the end.

I'll be choosing my ending.

And it ain't this.

And it ain't you.

(inhales) Miller has the best thief-taker in the Met on his tail, Noye has a team of detectives chasing him who can't be got at, and you have me.

We'll get the lot of you.

How do you figure that?

Because all three of you are laboring under a misconception.

You believe that we fear the chase.

If there's a chase, then there is a target.

If there is a target, then our work is nearly done, and what is left is the easy part.

We do not fear the chase, Palmer.

We welcome the chase.

(chuckling) That's lucky.

'Cause I ain't done running.

There is a contract out on your life.

£1 million is what you're worth dead.

I'm worth a hell of a lot more than that alive.

Are you sure?

♪ ♪ You've always gone about your business in the right way, Mr.

Boyce.

Which is why I'll let you leave of your own accord.

Come home.

I'll charge you, you'll fight it, and then we'll see where we end up when the chase is over.

I've beaten you once.

Then come back to England and try to beat me again.

♪ ♪ Ain't it boring living here, once you take away the sunshine?

I would have thought you'd find it hopelessly exotic.

(chuckles) That's the thing, where I'm from, house like this, no matter how you got it, comes with a bit of pride.

Where you're from, a house like this and how you got it, well, I don't know how much pride there can be in that.

I failed my degree at Cambridge.

(sighs) My father did a deal with the dean.

They'd give me a third-class degree so long as I didn't humiliate them by putting it to the test.

I was dispatched abroad.

A few years ago, I attempted a glorious return.

I hired a Rolls Royce.

My father, he congratulated me on reaching a new nadir.

Brink's-Mat's about as big a story as it gets over there, is it not?

My role couldn't fail to be attractive to the press.

I was banished here in shame.

(vehicles approaching) I cannot go home dragging more.

Boyce is traveling, but we'll match whatever the Americans offer.

(vehicles stop) (doors open and close) Even if the guvnor has to go to the home secretary.

You two should be proud of the job you've done.

I'm sorry it's been in vain.

A nobody, that's who you'd be in America.

With everything you've been given in life, is that really how you want it to end?

I'd rather be a nobody in America than a failure in England.

(sighs) If you catch Miller, then this becomes a conspiracy with RICO charges, which means that financial penalties can be multiplied.

Your share could be $50, $60 million.

You just got to catch Miller.

(Tony sighs) (church bell ringing) (knock at door) ♪ ♪ (knock at door) ♪ ♪ BOY: Inglés.

(door opens) Hola, Charles.

Fútbol.

(sighs) Dos minutos.

(traffic humming in distance) Nosotros no podemos ayudarle.

We cannot help you.

Yeah, you can.

MANAGER: ¿Usted iría a un banco en Londres y les pedirías que hablaran sobre sus clientes?

Would you go into a bank in London and ask them to talk about their clients?

Bloody right, I would.

Look, Charlie Miller's been making withdrawals from this bank, and I reckon that means you know where he is.

¡Salga de aquí, ahora!

¡Váyase!

¡Fuera!

¡Fuera!

He says you must go.

Yeah, I got that one.

(door closes, manager speaks indistinctly) ...Francisca-- que tengas un buen día.

(speaking indistinctly) (bicycle bell rings) ♪ ♪ (engine starts) (engine starts) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) Who runs them?

The supergrasses?

One detective, at the Yard.

You got a name?

You looking to apply?

No, I never got a name.

And I can't get me head round that.

In my day, we'd come together, work out who we had at the Yard, and take care of this detective for the greater good.

But now, well, it's every man for himself, innit?

Yeah.

Which is why I admire you.

And the others who did it with you.

Did what?

Brink's-Mat.

(lighter clicks) (inhales) With all due respect, Joey, if I never have to talk about Brink's-Mat again, I'll be an happy man.

You know, that lot, the supergrasses, I understand them.

I'd put a bullet between their eyes, but I understand them.

If they're bang to rights for 15, 20 years, that's a death sentence at their age.

If you're looking at that kind of time, you got to find another way out.

Now, you and me, we did it the old-fashioned way.

Left whatever we had in the blink of an eye, took to our heels.

But this life, it ain't easy.

Looks pretty easy to me, Joey.

Oh, it starts all right.

You got money, the sun's shining, and you ain't in the Scrubs.

But life ain't about how things start, Kenny.

Life's about how things end.

And this life, well, it can take you down some roads that ain't much fun, what with the boredom.

And the fear, and paranoia.

Spending every day wondering who's coming for you.

So I understand the ones that take the other way out.

♪ ♪ I hate them.

I hate what they've become.

But I understand them.

♪ ♪ (door closes) ♪ ♪ (enters number) (sniffs) (phone ringing out) (ringing) McLean.

BOYCE: Boyce.

I read Lundy's file on the flight back.

Or at least the bits of it I could.

Half of it's redacted.

♪ ♪ The supergrasses.

What about them?

Lundy ran them.

And it didn't end well.

♪ ♪ (children calling, people talking in distance) FRANCISCA: Hi.

MILLER: Here she is.

Another hard day at the office?

Another hard day drinking beer?

Mm, been playing football, ain't I?

Mm.

(rooster crows, people talking in distance) Here, I've sent the boy out for some cold ones.

Take a seat, put your trotters up.

(exhales) Get the plane ready.

(sighs) (groans) Yeah.

I don't know yet, just get it ready.

(inhales) (exhales deeply) (sniffing) (exhales, sniffs) (exhales, sniffs) (scoffs, sniffs) (exhales) (sighs, sniffs) (softly): Okay, okay, okay.

♪ ♪ Okay.

(door closes) (dog barking) (crickets chirping) ♪ ♪ (sighs) (gun fires) (dogs barking) (gun fires, glass breaks) (whimpering) (guns firing, men yelling) (guns firing) ♪ ♪ (door rattles) (dog barking) (gun fires) (guns firing) MAN: This is it, Palmer!

(grunts, panting) (exclaims) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (tires screech, man yells) MAN: ¡Se va en el taxi!

(tires screeching, men yelling) Get in!

(driver yelling) (men exclaiming indistinctly) ♪ ♪ (yelling indistinctly) JOEY: Thanks, darling.

(murmurs) No, no.

(sighs) You know what, Joey, I think I'm gonna get going.

Where's the other half, then, son?

Half of what?

The gold.

Is it with Miller?

I don't know Miller.

Palmer's busy, I hear, over in Tenerife.

I wouldn't know about that.

I'm sorry, son.

I just miss it, you know?

The action.

I understand that.

With everything you've done.

All them scores.

All that time inside.

And all the things you've learnt along the way, like not to ask questions.

How'd you forget that one, Joey?

Hm?

How'd you forget not to ask questions?

'Cause you ain't that old and you ain't that stupid.

So what are you, Joey?

What have you become?

Have you had a nice day, Kenny?

Here with me?

Yeah.

Remember that, will you, son?

Remember that I gave you a nice day.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door closes) (door pounds open) Armed police!

Armed police!

(officers yelling) OFFICER: Hands where I can see them!

(officers yelling) ♪ ♪ (handcuffs clicking) TEL: Don't worry, Joey, they ain't got nothing!

♪ ♪ (pounding at door) (men exclaiming) (pounding continues) HOUSEKEEPER: ¿Señor?

Tunnels.

♪ ♪ ¿Quién eres?

¡Inglés!

¡Inglés!

¡Policía!

¡Policía!

¡Inglés!

¡Inglés!

¡Policía!

¡Corre!

(officers yelling) Sorry, babe.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (tires screech) ♪ ♪ (brake engages, engine stops) ♪ ♪ (panting) (grunting) (tires screech) ♪ ♪ (officers yelling) ♪ ♪ (officers yelling) ♪ ♪ (guns firing) (plane humming) (panting) (panting) Hey!

(gun fires) (yelping) (man yells, gun fires) ♪ ♪ I've got to fight, Mr.

Boyce.

The fight is all I got left.

COOK: Mr.

Baxter, we will be hearing witness testimony from you.

KENNETH: I'm gonna get out of here one way or another.

JOHN: I built a bloody empire.

WILLIAMS: Empires fall, Mr.

Palmer.

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