♪ ♪ MARNIE: Did you know the gold was Brink's-Mat?

Course not.

I ain't planning on coming home.

♪ ♪ How do I know if I wait for you, you'll look after me?

How about a nice house in the country?

KATHLEEN: Yeah, that'll do.

This is a mistake.

JOHN: I reckon I can make this place whatever I want.

NICKI: Every serial number on every note that came from the Brink's-Mat gold starts the same.

BOYCE: Kenneth Noye, I'm arresting you for conspiracy to handle stolen goods.

(bangs metal) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ REPORTER (on TV): The prime minister is in Washington, D.C., today, continuing talks with President Reagan.

Topics under discussion include the Trident nuclear missile system and relations with Libya.

Mrs.

Thatcher told reporters that the visit has been "highly productive."

(pounding, people yelling in distance) (sighs) (man yelling, pounding continues) (Sadie groans) (fight gets louder, Sadie sighs) (man yelling) (door closes firmly) (dog barking, fight continues) (man and woman yelling in apartment) (yelling and pounding continue) ♪ ♪ It's my son's fault.

He knows I'm not the holiday sort, but he kept badgering me to get away on account of my lungs.

I said, "Fine, I'll go to Margate."

But he's booked me for bloody Spain.

I said, "Spain?

You're joking, ain't you?"

(voiceover): I had a nice time, but I'd rather have stayed in London, took walks down by the river.

Have you seen what they're doing up there?

Knocking down the wharves to build flats for the yuppies.

Docklands, that's what they call it, whatever that is.

I tell you, love, London isn't what it used to be.

Used to be about people, about families.

Now it's just about money.

(people yelling in distance) (woman yelling in apartment) (man and woman yelling) WOMAN: You're evil!

You're an evil bastard!

MAN: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Get yourself some chips, son.

Thanks.

(sighs): Some women shouldn't have kids.

What do you know about it?

I'm just saying.

Just because a woman brings a kid into this world, it don't mean you can blame her for everything that comes next.

(door closes firmly) (breathing heavily) (exhales) BOYCE: We need to build a conspiracy case against Noye.

What's his neighbor saying about the box?

That we've ruined her flowerbed digging it out.

And?

She doesn't know who put it there, but she does know, without any doubt, that it wasn't Kenneth Noye.

NICKI: So someone else put 50 grand of A24 notes under the geraniums.

It's not enough.

This could be.

(grunts) It was with the money.

Pay-in instructions from Noye through Savage's deposits to Switzerland.

To prove conspiracy against any of them, we need to know who controls the Swiss account and prove the connections... (clicks tongue): ...all the way back-- but if you don't have who controls the Swiss account, then you don't have conspiracy.

BOYCE: Then I'll go to Switzerland and ask who controls the account.

Right, yeah, I mean, whilst I obviously admire your panache... John Palmer.

Extradition request's in, for all the good it will do.

NICKI: Sir?

We're missing someone up here.

That's why I'm going to Switzerland, Jennings.

Not them.

Him.

BOYCE (chuckles): We caught McAvoy, Jennings.

I believe you were there.

And he's not talking.

He's a good soldier.

Even good soldiers get paid.

And if he is getting paid, it's by the ones with the money.

That's your weak link, sir.

And if you want to know who's handling the money, we should have another look at McAvoy.

He doesn't have much call for money where he is.

He's got a wife in Herne Hill and a girlfriend on the Old Kent Road who'd disagree with that.

BOYCE: Okay, Jennings, I'll go to Zurich, you go to the Old Kent Road.

Let's see who comes back with a name.

JOHN: The City of Gold.

That's what this place is called, and that's what it's gonna be for us.

(workers calling in background) A city of gold.

And you lot are gonna get out there and flog some timeshares, and we all start making proper money.

500 quid a sale.

(exhales) No wages-- survival of the fittest.

(exhales): All right?

Got it?

Well, off you go, then.

Mr.

Palmer, my brother is here.

♪ ♪ (inhales) (door closes) ♪ ♪ What's this?

Santiago, my brother.

(sighs) Hola, Señor Palmer.

(clears throat) (softly): I need building permits, work visas, and bank accounts.

I can arrange that, Señor Palmer.

And more importantly, I can make sure that everything here goes... Tranquilo.

(sighs) Señor Palmer, you're a famous man here now, and that can cause you problems.

Santiago and I can take care of the problems.

This is how Tenerife works, Señor Palmer.

(laughs) That's how everywhere works, lads.

(all chuckling) (car door opens) ♪ ♪ (sighs) (engine starts) NICKI: You sent us on quite the journey, Kathleen.

Oh, yeah?

TONY: We went to your flat, which didn't strike us as occupied, what with all the mail, including one from an estate agent.

A receipt for their services?

So we went to the estate agent, and they told us that they sold two houses to your representatives.

Which impressed us.

You having representatives.

(chuckles) So we had to pick one of the houses to visit first, and we picked the wrong one.

Which means we've just had a cup of tea with Jackie McAvoy.

What's hers like, then?

Oh, nice.

Not as nice as this, though.

No-- here's the thing: Jackie McAvoy didn't know who owned her house, even while she sat in it having a cup of tea.

So what about you, Kathleen?

Do you know who owns this house?

Nope.

But then again, I'm just a girl from Rotherhithe.

I don't know how these things work.

(inhales) (exhales) NICKI: It's funny, though, innit?

You both getting new gaffs right after Micky took 25 years without a peep.

There's nothing funny about that, mate.

I ain't your mate, Kathleen.

How's your dad?

I'll nick you, Kathleen, just as soon as I can.

(chuckles): Oh, yeah?

What for?

Sitting in a house that don't belong to me?

Don't strike me as much of a charge.

TONY: Brinks and Mat.

(chuckles) That's what you called them?

(chuckles) Yeah, well, when you're on your own in a big house and your bloke's doing 25 years, you take your fun where you can get it!

(laughs) Uh-huh.

(exhales) HARRY: Osborne.

Oh, right, yes, crikey, okay.

Uh, good, good, um... This is Osborne, roger.

Who the (muted) is Roger?

That's what you say, isn't it?

Can you find out who bought a house if the person who bought it don't want to be found?

I can, yeah.

Good.

It's just, I thought that "roger" was, was a sort of sign-off-- is... (static hissing) Hello?

(telephones ringing, typewriters clacking) (mutters): Okay, she's gone.

(door closes) You should report it.

No.

If they know your dad, they've got leverage.

They've got nothing-- and I'll not be taken off the case 'cause I'm from where they're from.

There's the whole (muted) problem right there.

All I'm saying is, it's not over.

(engine starts) ♪ ♪ (chuckles): Don Quixote.

Sorry?

You.

Coming here alone to ask me for this information.

The madness of it makes me think of Don Quixote.

I came alone because I wanted to speak to a policeman, not to a politician.

I understand.

But the sovereign laws of the nation of Switzerland state that our banking system is to be protected by secrecy, to which any law, national or foreign, are deemed inferior.

Have you ever lost a man?

Because I lost a man working on this.

And that is why I will travel anywhere in the world to seek help.

To seek justice.

To be called mad-- I will do anything.

Because I lost a man.

But maybe it's hard for you to understand how that feels when your job is to put on a uniform and sit behind a desk and talk of banking laws.

I have lost men in this uniform and in another.

I thought your lot were neutral.

Sometimes you must find your own war.

Spain.

The International Brigade.

May I buy you lunch?

(wind blowing, birds chirping) The houses were a mistake.

I believe I mentioned that at the time.

(exhales): You were right, Mr.

Cooper.

EDWYN: Have they charged them?

No-- can they follow those houses back to us?

EDWYN: I wouldn't have thought so.

Not unless they have someone who knows what they're doing, no.

Well, then, let's hope that's the end of it.

EDWYN: Has there been any fallout from your hapless associate's problems at the border?

No-- there won't be.

He didn't talk in Liechtenstein.

And if the Old Bill come calling here, he won't talk to them, neither.

Are you talking precautions?

I am, Mr.

Cooper.

(hangs up) ♪ ♪ BOYCE: So, Captain Siegrist, if we can return to the matter in hand.

Oh, Mr.

Boyce, let us just enjoy the wine, and talk, soldier to soldier.

(sighs) Tell me.

What is the memory that war gave you that you cannot lose?

The one that comes for you in the night?

I sleep perfectly well, Capitaine Siegrist.

(chuckles) I fought in the Thälmann Battalion, up in the mountains, over the worst winter Spain had ever known.

The Italians bombed us, Franco shelled us, and the snow froze us.

(chuckles): But we held our ground.

Then there was a blizzard.

Five feet of snow, -18 degrees.

We burned everything we could.

But it wasn't enough to stop the frostbite.

(breathes deeply) I was lucky-- others weren't.

Arms and legs sawn off with only whiskey for the pain.

And the screaming.

This is what comes for me in the night.

The EOKA moved at night.

So we went looking for them.

I was leading a patrol at dawn when all hell broke loose.

We hit back, rapid-fire, up into the trees.

We cleared them out and went to see the damage.

I saw his feet first.

He was wearing these red leather shoes.

(laughs softly) Um... He'd taken a bullet through the heart.

In his hands, he had a 12-volt battery for the mines.

He, he was gonna blow us up-- we shot him first.

But it was... ♪ ♪ He was in uniform.

But these shoes... They were handmade.

They weren't made for fighting.

They were childlike.

Because that's what he was.

That's what I was.

Teenagers.

Boys.

That's what I think about when I think about war.

I think about a boy in Cyprus and his red leather shoes.

(exhales) Walk me back, Mr.

Boyce.

Perhaps I can request a hearing to ask a judge if we can give you the bank account information.

The judge will say no.

But first, the bank will have to attempt to discuss the account.

Maybe I can get a name out of them.

Maybe not.

(car horn honks) (bell ringing) If I do, it will be bound by the secrecy of the court.

I can be in the court?

It is not a public hearing.

But if you are nice and quiet... Well, thank you.

Don't thank me.

It will be very boring-- it is in German.

Everything takes twice as long in German.

Do you speak German, Mr.

Boyce?

No.

Then Don Quixote will need his Sancho Panza.

(chuckles) (computer beeping) NICKI: Oh, great, I didn't realize it made noises.

I set an alert for any new entries containing A24.

Noye's neighbor?

(phone ringing) Not quite.

Liechtenstein?

HARRY: Task force.

It's Boyce.

HARRY: Oh, hello, sir.

I've just had Palmer's extradition request denied.

Right.

HARRY: Yeah, but here's the thing.

They sent through the file, and his passport's expired.

We go through the Foreign Office, and we can recommend his expulsion as an illegal alien.

Would they do it?

Well, it depends how many friends he's made over there.

Give it a try-- and put Goodman on.

Yes, sir-- Goodman?

The governor wants a word.

Hello, sir.

BOYCE: I pulled your records, Goodman, when you joined the task force.

Right.

When did Guttmann become Goodman?

(softly): After school, sir.

Having a German surname in Cricklewood in the '50s weren't much fun.

Well, it might be more fun now.

Milne, cleaning.

Sturrock, kitchens.

McAvoy, groundskeeping.

Arnold, laundry.

Wilkins, general labor.

Well, the flats cost ten grand each to finish off.

If we sell 12 timeshares at five grand each, that's a 50 grand profit.

I take out ten and I use the 40 to finish off four more flats, sell off their timeshares, and then I crack on again.

Now, there's 200 flats there.

My maths ain't the best, but that's getting close to 10 million.

MARNIE: You know, John, most blokes who live in a different country to their family and have every copper in England chasing after them probably wouldn't sound quite so chipper.

Look, I'm just concentrating on the silver lining, love.

I mean, why look at that cloud when you can look at all that silver?

Have you spoken to a lawyer?

What about?

About working out how to come home.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I've put out a few feelers, but, you know.

You know, these things take time.

Right now, I'm concentrating on getting this place ready for you lot to visit.

Yeah, we're coming out for the school holidays, John, and then we're going home as a family.

You can't be a fugitive forever.

Well, let's see how you feel once you've seen this place.

Oh, is there a room for us out there?

In your little kingdom?

JOHN: Look.

All I know is, I grew up wearing shoes I got from the council, and now I'm waiting for some bloke to come and fill up my pool.

(chuckles) You didn't tell me about the pool.

See?

There's that silver lining again.

(chuckles) (men talking in background, trowels clattering) (talking in background) (gull calling) How was Liechtenstein, Keith?

Not great.

Yeah, losing 700 grand must've taken the shine off.

TAYLOR: My client was asked to transport money to Liechtenstein on behalf of an associate who explained he was exploiting a legal tax advantage.

Are legal tax advantages usually hidden in car seats?

TAYLOR: That was a security measure.

Oh, right, yeah.

Good thinking there, Keith.

TONY: The car you were driving was last registered to a Gordon Parry.

What's your connection to him?

TAYLOR: My client will be making no further statements.

And we look forward to putting forward our case in court.

You've ruined your life, mate.

How well do you reckon it was going before this?

TONY: You done any bird before, Keith?

TAYLOR: That's enough.

TONY: It isn't fun in there.

I'm not a crook.

No one's a crook until they are.

(Tony exhales) Brinks and Mat?

Thought you'd find it funny.

There ain't much I find funny these days, love.

And you calling your dogs after the job that got me 25 years ain't changing that.

(snorts in laughter) I wouldn't need no dogs if I wasn't on my own, would I?

(people talking in background) (inhales) I've been thinking about that.

You being there, me being here.

Oh, yeah?

I don't know who's got my share of the gold or who's done what.

And no one's come to put me right.

So maybe I should go and see them.

What do you need?

BANK REPRESENTATIVE (speaking German): SIEGRIST: BANK REPRESENTATIVE: (softly): How's he doing?

(whispers): Not great.

SIEGRIST: JUDGE: BANK REPRESENTATIVE: SIEGRIST: The money's moved to Liechtenstein.

No names?

But, not yet.

BANK REPRESENTATIVE: JUDGE: SIEGRIST: BANK REPRESENTATIVE: SIEGRIST: BANK REPRESENTATIVE (loudly): SIEGRIST: JUDGE: (papers shuffling) BANK REPRESENTATIVE: Edwyn Cooper, the lawyer?

BOYCE: That's the one.

He does police work.

He did-- he left his practice six months ago.

It appears he's found a new vocation.

How can you be that rich and that greedy?

I've been looking into Cooper-- he's more interesting than you might think.

He's been running the account with a Gordon Parry.

HARRY: Parry is South London.

Officially, a bookie-- unofficially, all sorts.

NICKI: Sir, a car owned by Gordon Parry was pulled at the Swiss-Liechtenstein border last week.

700 grand of A24 notes.

That's them.

They've moved the money to a bank in Liechtenstein.

Edwyn Cooper and Gordon Parry.

They bought the houses for Jackie McAvoy and Kathleen Meacock, and considering the number of front companies they used, I don't think they wanted you to know about it.

That's the money, sir-- Cooper and Parry.

And if Parry's South London, I don't think it's gonna be hard to prove the connection all the way back to McAvoy.

There's your conspiracy.

Well, we should issue warrants.

If we issue a warrant for Cooper, Cooper will know about it before the ink's dry.

(scoffs): And how's that, sir?

Because there is a hidden hand in this country, and nowhere is it better hidden than in the police.

That hand will reach out to Cooper and offer salvation.

So what do we do?

We let the hand reach out.

♪ ♪ Hm.

The same speech every bloody time.

For ten years.

(chuckles) Half the sergeants in London are out there right now thinking about Caesar's bloody wife.

(laughing) A little education never hurt anyone.

(chuckles) I hope you don't mind me looking up an old friend like this.

I'm happy to know he has one.

I was starting to wonder.

(chuckles) I'll top us up.

Well, Edwyn, you've landed on your feet.

She can cook, too.

Why are you here, Neville?

Boyce has issued arrest warrants for yourself and Gordon Parry.

The houses.

And the money at the border.

(clicking tongue) (moans softly) Uh, is there a deal to be done?

Of course.

This is what the brotherhood's for, Edwyn, moments like this.

When one of us falls, the others lift him up.

This deal, then.

Is Boyce a friend of ours?

(scoffs): No, but we don't lack friends.

The first Freemasonry lodge in London was formed 100 years before the Metropolitan Police was even founded.

There's always been two systems.

And ours is the stronger.

(sighs) SANTIAGO (speaking Spanish): (laughs) FELIPE: (exhales, chuckles) (footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ (door creaks) ♪ ♪ DETECTIVE: Santiago?

Ah, eh... (speaking Spanish): (wildlife chittering) (whistles) Hey, mate!

Oi, mate, you here to fill up the pool?

Sure.

(phone ringing) One minute.

(ringing continues) Hello?

SANTIAGO (on phone): Señor Palmer, it is Santiago.

A detective is coming to your house to arrest you.

Go.

(line clicks, dial tone buzzes) (hangs up) ♪ ♪ (sniffs) Oi, mate.

Just coming down now.

Okay.

Un momento!

♪ ♪ (car door opens) (car door closes, engine starts, revs) (muted) (engine roaring) ♪ ♪ (object rattling in distance) ♪ ♪ (Shuggie whistles) Hello, sweetheart.

You here to see me?

Are you Terry?

TERRY: Who's asking?

Micky McAvoy.

(sighs) Sorry about that, love.

Can I, can I make you a cup of tea?

No.

He can.

Where is Palmer now?

He'll be just about passing the Azores.

The police in Tenerife tracked him from a private plane in Tenerife to Lisbon, and I've been advised he's currently on a flight from Lisbon to Rio De Janeiro.

The plane lands for refueling in Recife in five hours' time.

You've been advised?

Why did you leave the Army, Boyce?

You're a soldier in police uniform.

(chuckles): Her Majesty's Armed Forces decided that I wasn't officer class.

I had the ability, but not the breeding.

This country gets itself tied up in that stuff, doesn't it?

Well, if it wasn't for people getting tied up in that stuff, trying to break out of the lives they've been given, we wouldn't have a job.

It's why Noye did what he did.

It's why Cooper did what he did.

It's why Palmer's on that plane.

What do you want on Palmer?

I want him sent back.

But I don't have the time or the trust for official channels.

I'll ask the Home Office to have a quiet word with the Brazilian ambassador.

Be much appreciated.

What are you up to, Boyce?

I'm sorry, ma'am?

You come here without warning and sit waiting in Scotland Yard reception for an hour.

It feels unnecessarily public.

Or perhaps deliberately so?

It's nice to stretch the legs, ma'am.

(phone ringing in background) (door closing) They're talking about moving you to another nick, Micky.

When?

Couple of days.

CARTER: Boyce!

I heard you were in.

Nice to see you here, down in the gutter with the rest of us.

Oh, there are fine people in this building, Carter.

It's a shame how badly others let them down.

(chuckles) (elevator button clicks) (lowering voice): Edwyn Cooper would like to meet you.

I'd like to meet him-- and his friend, Mr.

Parry.

You won't pull them in?

I'll listen to what they have to say.

Good.

We'll be in touch.

(sniffs) (elevator button clicks, beeps) Tell the cabbie to tell his mate that it's got to be tomorrow.

What does?

Don't you worry, love.

He'll know what it means.

Just you pray that tomorrow there ain't no wind and there ain't no rain.

And then maybe I'll see you sooner than before.

You need a bit of luck, Micky.

Yes, I do.

(birds chirping) You're going back to London.

It's nothing serious.

I... Don't want to know.

Whatever you did, wherever the money is from, whatever that man wanted, that's in London.

So you go, and do whatever you need to do, and don't come back unless it's finished.

Uh, these are the deeds to this place.

And this is a clean account.

I hope to be back soon, but... If I'm not... ...I urge you to seek the happiness that you deserve.

Where are you from, Edwyn?

It's not about where.

It's about what.

I'm from fear.

And everything I've done has been to free myself from that.

♪ ♪ You could've given me more.

I wish that were true.

I don't have... I don't have what others have.

I don't have the tools.

I don't have the love.

♪ ♪ You need to go back to where you're from.

Because someone's got a hook inside you, and you need to get it out.

♪ ♪ (men yelling in Portuguese) Ow!

Jesus!

(men yelling and laughing) (keys rattling) (lock turning) Senhor Palmer, you're a famous man.

I don't know about that.

The governor received a call from British intelligence.

That is James Bond, no?

(chuckles) I just want to spend a bit of time in Brazil, mate, all right?

Not here, though.

(clicking tongue) Cannot stay in Brazil.

Too much pressure.

You're going home tonight.

I'm going home to who?

We are to tell the British police what flight you're on.

(clears throat) Well, how about you tell them that you've packed me off home, but you find a way of telling them the wrong flight?

Just a honest mistake, like?

Mm.

And what might such a mistake be worth?

This is a Rolex President.

Now, I don't know what, uh, what dough you have here.

But that is 10,000 English pounds.

And the ring.

That's my wedding ring, mate.

It is gold.

Uh, it's plated gold, it's, uh... It's a piece of crap-- I was a kid, like.

Better some gold than none at all.

May I use your phone, please?

JOHN (on phone): Hello, love.

There's been a bit of a change of plan.

What's going on, John?

What time is it?

Look... (clears throat) It's all sorted.

I'm, I'm coming home.

I'm flying in to Heathrow from Brazil.

Uh, from where?

JOHN (chuckles): Yeah.

I thought I'd take the scenic route.

(sighing): What's happening, John?

JOHN: Don't worry, love.

I've got a plan.

(metal rattling softly) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (breeze blowing) (door opens, closes) So, Edwyn, how goes the revolution?

I'm sorry.

That badly?

You were right about me.

About this country.

You look tanned, which is helpful.

I told the neighbors you were working for the Arabs.

(chuckles) I'd like to see the children, I... I don't know when the opportunity will next arise.

I saw you one night, with her.

On the King's Road.

You were falling out of a taxi, she was falling out of a dress.

She looked very... Comforting.

You slept with Cameron.

In Scotland-- I found a letter.

(chuckles) Cameron is an earl.

(clock pendulum swinging) I'm going to see the children.

I see him now.

You used to tell me about the boy you were, about the life he had.

And I didn't believe you.

I couldn't see him within you.

But I see him now.

(footsteps retreating) (sighs) ♪ ♪ WOMAN (over intercom): We are sorry to announce the delay of flight... (announcement continues indistinctly) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Good afternoon, Mrs.

Palmer.

♪ ♪ May I have a minute with my husband?

Thought you had a plan.

(scoffs): So did I. But you're innocent, John.

What do they want with you?

Don't worry.

We'll be okay.

Go home.

Give the girls a kiss from me.

(whispering): I'll be home sooner than you think.

(kisses) Sir, Control have patched through a call for you.

Boyce.

The Royal Arch pub, Rotherhithe.

Mr.

Cooper would like to propose a deal.

I can be there in an hour.

Come alone.

I'll be alone.

EDWYN: Is there a deal to be done, Mr.

Boyce?

BOYCE: I need all the gold that didn't go through John Palmer, and I need the money that you've made from the gold that did.

That is the only deal to be done.

I know nothing of the gold.

I offered financial legal services that are in and of themselves... Gold and money.

Give me that, Mr.

Cooper, then we can discuss what you've offered.

Think how it would look, Boyce.

Arresting Edwyn.

(sniffs): This is a solicitor who's represented dozens of police officers.

A respected establishment figure.

What kind of message would that send to the public?

That justice prevails.

(chuckles) (inhales deeply) Mr.

Boyce, I accept you need ammunition to take back to your superiors, many of whom I know personally.

(scoffs softly) EDWYN: May I suggest we work our way towards a compromise... PARRY: Let's give it to him, Mr.

Cooper, shall we?

Please?

We've got some gold, Mr.

Boyce.

It's behind the bar.

Call it a goodwill gesture.

That would be a start.

Give us a hand, Mr.

Cooper, please?

About time you got your hands dirty.

♪ ♪ (whispering) (sniffs) (softly): The police are outside.

(footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (grunts) ♪ ♪ (panting) That was a mistake.

(engine starts) (revving) (sirens wailing) (tires skid) (panting) (sirens continue) Stop the car!

Stop the car!

Stop the bloody car!

Get out of it, come on!

(tires screeching) Stop!

(engine revving) (Max yelling) (tires screeching) You've just made a powerful enemy, Boyce.

I lifted the rock.

Let's see how you lot handle the light.

(siren wailing) (scoffs) (sirens wailing) (talking indistinctly) ♪ ♪ (panting) (grunts) ♪ ♪ (panting) ♪ ♪ (panting) ♪ ♪ (breathlessly): Oh, for (muted) sake.

(door closes) (panting): Brightwell to Ops Control.

Brightwell, this is Boyce.

He's gone to ground in the Silverlock Estate.

Where's he going, then?

Home.

(people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (breath trembling) (door squeaking) ♪ ♪ Hello, Eddie.

(quietly): Hello, Mum.

(laughs) (rain pelting) (door clanging) MAN: No outdoor rec today, Micky.

(door clangs in distance) ♪ ♪ I should have seen more of you.

(chuckles) I was glad when you stopped coming.

I'd rather miss you than see you embarrassed.

I preferred sitting here, thinking about all the things you'd be doing, all the places you'd be going.

(chuckles) Thinking of my little prince.

(dog barking in distance) I never belonged there.

Course you didn't.

And that's why I'm so proud you got there.

What... Whatever you've done, Eddie, there ain't no one that can take that away from you, and there ain't no one that can take that pride away from me.

(knock at door) (breathes) If they're knocking, they're the Old Bill.

(chuckles) It ain't the first time they've been knocking on that door.

And if they want you, it's got to be big.

It's got to be as big as it gets.

I'm scared.

(firmly): No.

No.

We're not having any of that.

What we've been through, this is nothing.

This is easy.

So, when you walk out there, Eddie, and you walk out with pride, because we always had pride, didn't we?

We always had that.

Yeah, yeah, we did.

So, keep your chin up, son, and walk out there like a (muted) prince.

♪ ♪ (car door opens) It's time to do something about Boyce.

Better late than never.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sighs) ♪ ♪ JOHN: You can stick me in chains, Mr.

Boyce, but I still won't have nothing to say.

EDWYN: The Brink's-Mat gold is the seed money for the greatest criminal fortune in history if you're not quick.

KENNETH: This thing I'm in is a war.

And in a war, everyone has their part to play.

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