Hustle s05e03 Episode Script

Who's the dealer? You were supposed to be getting a rest, Albert.
Well, what is more restful than an easy mark? They're wall to wall in this place.
Over your left shoulder, company director, absconded with the pension fund.
With what he has left, he wants to invest in contemporary art.
So I gave him a heads up on a hot new talent you represent.
No, listen.
Think spray paint and swans.
- Swans? - Flocks of swans, yes.
Have you ever considered keeping your head down? You know, being discreet? Well, discretion is rarely a substitute for befriending the governor.
- Nice guy? - Oh, awfully.
But dreadful chess player.
Takes all of my tactical skills to lose to him.
Oh, did I mention he also chairs the parole hearings? Now I see.
The Governor would like a word.
Ah, I guess he got up the nerve to take my queen, uh? Albert, it hasn't been the same without you.
Mutual.
I must dash.
Peter, thanks for looking out for him.
No problem.
Crafty old sod runs rings around most of the people in this place.
Yes, well.
Come Friday, it'll be me trying to keep up with him again.
Not who you were expecting? Mr Hamill has suffered a stroke.
I've taken his position as Prison Governor.
Oh! Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that.
But I'm delighted that we could become acquainted so promptly.
You can cut the old world charm, Mr Stroller.
I am never charmed.
There are going to be some changes in this institution.
Lots of them.
I wonder, can you explain these? Explain? What? They look very much like betting slips, don't you think? I'm sorry.
You know, I don't have any experience in that area.
They were found yesterday during a routine search of your cell.
Oh, I see.
That's very disappointing.
I shared my concern with Mr Hamill about the proclivities of some of the inmates.
You don't suspect the warders are gambling? I suspect you, Mr Stroller.
I see previous convictions for obtaining money by deceit.
I take it you were some kind of con man.
Perhaps you believe that you can flout prison rules and use your powers of deceit to cover your tracks.
No, Mr Stroller.
No.
You are an old man whose powers have faded.
I think you should resign yourself to that fact.
Given that I intend to continue Mr Hamill's practice of chairing parole hearings, perhaps you should also resign yourself to the fact that you will be in this institution for a very long time to come.
Right.
Three days until Albert's out.
We want to pull out all the stops for his homecoming.
A party.
A mate of mine's got a new sound system.
- Or not.
- A holiday? Somewhere hot? Good idea.
But I was thinking a job.
Something special to mark the occasion.
Nothing like taking down a pillar of the legal community to cheer Albert up.
Anthony Kent, AKA The Honourable Mr Justice, Anthony Kent.
- A judge? - That is special.
This one rolled straight off the establishment production line.
Prep school, Eton, Cambridge.
Comes out the other end fully qualified to dispense justice on people whose life experiences he couldn't begin to guess at.
Kent is the last of the old guard, out of touch and proud of it.
Reputation for handing down the harshest sentences the law allows him.
Big house in Chelsea, bigger one in the Cotswolds.
Fat expenses claims.
Don't get me wrong.
Albert's holiday in the sun funded by a high court judge, - I can see the appeal.
- So will Albert.
But how do we con a judge? You sting a mark by convincing him to play outside the rules.
- But people like Kent - Make the rules.
So there's no incentive to break them.
Point taken.
But I think Kent did break the rules.
The Fortness robbery.
Kent tried the case.
- The Fortness raid? - Sorry.
Secure warehouse inside Heathrow Airport? Only the third largest bullion job in British criminal history.
We weren't exactly up on our current affairs in 1996.
Yeah.
Too busy stealing computer games.
David Burdon Terry McAvoy.
Couple of Peckham boys, best mates.
Burdon's in the family business - thieving.
McAvoy's straight.
Then he stops being straight and he has an idea.
He brings it to Burdon.
Now, his idea is to rob the Fortness security warehouse.
He knows security's slack.
He's it.
He reckons he can get Burdon to knock him about a bit, make it look legit.
There will just be the two of them.
The more people on the job, the more chance of informers and betrayal.
They're expecting a couple of hundred thousand.
What they get is 30 million in gold ingots.
- Nice score.
- Well, you say that.
Police twig it for an inside job and pick up McAvoy, who doesn't stand up under questioning.
Took him 20 minutes to give them Burdon.
We already know the judge they're up before at the trial.
So Kent threw the book at them? Yes and no.
It seems that McAvoy couldn't stomach the idea of a long stretch.
So he gets a message to Kent.
He promises him the gold in return for a shorter sentence.
Burdon gets 15 years.
McAvoy, three.
Raised a few eyebrows, lenient sentences not being Kent's stock in trade.
But before Kent could get his hands on the gold McAvoy's stabbed to death a month into his term.
The police are convinced Burdon ordered the hit, but they can't pin anything on him.
What, so there's 30 million in gold buried out there somewhere? - Maybe.
But there's no way to get at it.
- We could think of something.
The gold isn't the point.
The point is making Kent believe there's still a route to his gold, and getting him to pay us to show him the way.
Exactly.
I reckon there's a hundred thousand in it for us.
- How? Excellent question.
- Burdon served 11 years of his sentence.
Threw himself under a goods train a week after his release.
- Why did he go and do that? - Who knows? Maybe remorse for killing his friend, or the realisation he was never going to get to the gold without every gangster and cop in the country watching him.
Either way, there was so little left by the time they scraped him off the track, they had to identify him from dental records.
So, if everyone who knew where the gold is is brown bread, then How do we make Kent believe we know where it is? We perform a miracle.
We raise Burdon from the dead.
- Mickey - I know what you're going to say.
- It's tight.
- Yeah, well, there are a few margins to it, what with Kent being a High Court judge used to weighing up evidence.
So we keep the gold at the forefront of his mind at all times.
Right.
Brings me to my problem.
I thought Kent's name rang a bell.
Then it came to me.
We've met, in a professional capacity.
I was doing the flop on some bloke, turns out to be a claims adjuster.
Snotty git pressed charges.
Kent gave me 18 months.
So he can't see your face.
Sorry, mate.
You'll have to work behind the scenes on this one.
Yeah, well, I can do that.
With Sean.
Eh? Look, he's smart but there's no way he's ready for a mark like Kent.
Keep him with you, give him a few pointers.
You know, bit of on-the-job training.
He'll be like your apprentice.
Yeah.
Which leaves you on your own with Emma.
Which you know I couldn't have planned.
Come on, Ash.
I've already told you, I'm not getting involved.
- Oh, well, that's reassuring, innit? - No, it's unprofessional.
Besides, she's a complicated girl.
Issues.
So, yeah, I've got this new job and it's a lot of pressure.
I mean, it's it's more than I'm used to.
And I've always got to have this front and look like I'm in control and like I know what I'm doing.
But the truth is I'm just not sure I'm cut out for it.
It's like I'm pretending to be someone I'm not.
Let's get on with it.
Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
My Thank you.
So I gave him six months on top of the five for contempt.
Oh, hello, hello.
Er, empty glasses here.
Sorry? Refills.
Oh, no.
No, I'm not actually a a waiter.
Oh, God.
Who are you? Silk? Probably Master of the Rolls the way the country's going.
- I'm a journalist.
- You're what? Yes, I'm Simon Ainsworth.
Sunday Times.
- I don't talk to the press.
- I know.
I had to call your office 14 times.
But I thought I'd pop along and catch up with you here.
I'm doing a story on the Fortness bullion raid.
I'm eager to talk to surviving parties.
- Sounds dull.
- Well, my editor doesn't think so.
He's commissioned a piece on the unanswered questions surrounding the case.
Last I heard, the case was closed.
- Prematurely, I feel.
- Nonsense.
Burdon's dead.
You think? I know.
I saw the coroner's report.
But not the post mortem report.
Oh, it's quite a page-turner.
Burdon was only ever identified from his personal effects.
I mean Oh, I'm sorry.
I I presumed you knew.
Crimes, verdicts and sentences, Mr Ainsworth.
You'd be amazed how little my attention dwells on the individuals concerned.
I was just thinking that by by faking his own suicide, it means Burdon would escape police surveillance which would leave him free to recover the gold that he and McAvoy stole 12 years before.
That's quite a theory.
Oh, do remind your editor, I don't talk to the press! How's that hearse coming along? Ten minutes.
So we're not actually going to be conning the judge? - No, we're doing the prep work.
- Prep work.
A lot of forging documents, that kind of thing? Yeah, that kind of thing.
Only Mickey said you were going to give me some pointers.
Are they mainly going to be prep work pointers Well, if you're lucky, we might go on a little field trip later.
- Field trip? OK.
How much later? - Well, as much later as it takes.
All right.
I'm just going to listen to some music.
Unless that's a problem? I can see I'll have to start teaching you from scratch.
As if I haven't got enough going on.
Oh, no, you're all right.
I've seen this one.
The hand is quicker than the eye.
- It's one of the first cons I ever saw.
- That's not a con.
That's not a con, it's a trick! - What's the difference? - I'll pretend I didn't hear that! - What did you do that for? - To get your undivided attention.
They were good headphones.
Well, I'll tell you what, you find the lady, I'll pay for a new pair.
Fifty quid? - All right.
- Where's me wallet? Hang on.
Right.
- Now, it's interesting.
- Yeah.
It is interesting now.
Find the lady.
That one.
Look at that! - That hardly ever happens.
- Beginner's luck.
- Do you wanna go again? - No, no, no.
I should make this delivery.
I'll just sit here with the girls.
There we go.
So, er, didn't you get a message? - What message? - Makes sense.
Them being cagey.
- Didn't want to start a panic.
- Panic? Just through here, is it, mate? There we go.
Nice.
Sorry, I've been very rude.
Name's Derek.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah, you know, people always panic when they hear the words Ebola virus.
This one came through from a cargo boat via Benin a few days ago.
It's only a suspected but it's got all the symptoms, mind you, you know.
Sores at the back of the throat there, organ failure, massive blood loss followed by death.
Well, obviously.
Yeah.
Nasty way to go.
Don't look so worried, mate.
The vaccination we've all been given gives us complete immunity.
You have been given your vaccination, right? Right.
Don't don't touch me and come away from the bag now.
I've got some Don't don't touch me.
Don't.
It's bad.
I've got in the van here I've got something in the van.
It's Right as rain, don't have to worry about anything.
Gotcha.
Dengue fever Erm, really sorry, mate.
Ah, ah! Ebola.
Why is it always in the last bloomin' place you look? Drop a couple of those, mate.
Minty? - What now? More forgeries? - Field trip.
- How about a nice medium-sized con? - Definitely.
Well up for that.
- Starting with our prep work.
- Obviously.
Casino con.
Nice.
Very plush.
Bet this is where all the high rollers come, huh? And gambling addicts.
What did you notice about the bloke who held the door open? The doorman? Yeah.
- Casino doorman.
About 5 foot 8 - What did you see just under his collar? - Plaster.
Must've cut himself shaving.
- Nicotine patch.
Trying to give up smoking.
Eastern European.
Bit tired, bags under the eyes.
- New girlfriend? - Wedding ring.
Maybe a new baby.
Might explain why he's trying to give up fags.
- How d'you know he's Eastern European? - Name like Pavel? Name tag.
Oh, you cheating Roulette.
- Our job just got a lot easier.
- Is that our mark? - Place your bets, please.
- Not if you keep whispering that loud, no.
- Listen.
About tying up the mark - Roping.
- Roping the mark.
How do we do that? - Look at him.
- Bloke doesn't know when to stop.
- Place your bets, please.
From that pile of chips, I'd say he had a lucky streak about half an hour ago.
Now he's upping his bets trying to buy 'em back.
Shouldn't be too difficult.
So, how was death? Restful.
That body bag was the only break I had all day.
Early start tomorrow too.
My guess is Kent will check out that post mortem report first thing.
- You're like one of those personal trainers.
- No pain, no gain.
The really annoying ones.
I quite enjoyed talking to that guy today.
Get some things off your chest.
They're getting on well.
That's nice to see.
Yeah, you look dead chuffed.
All that smoke coming out your ears.
Smoke.
- I'm intrigued.
Go on, tell me another.
- Well - Right.
What do we know so far? - Sorry? Little test.
See if you've been paying attention.
That's not fair.
You didn't tell me there was going to be a test.
- We know the layout of the casino.
- Do we? We know our mark.
What kind of bloke he is, his game.
We also know the value of prep - Testing.
work.
Prep work.
I thought they were coming over.
You get your prep work right, means you've got a lot less to think about when it comes to the actual con.
Leaving you to concentrate on your job.
- Which is? - Again, I didn't get the memo about the test.
To make the mark think he's the one with the angle.
- We haven't done that yet.
- Are you sure? Yes, I'm here to look over some pathologist's reports.
Name? Sir Anthony Kent, the Honourable.
You may go.
Simon Ainsworth.
I was short with you yesterday, Ainsworth.
Apologies.
Thought I might make amends.
Dug out my trial notes on the Fortness case.
Came across a few apposite details that might interest you.
I did some checking up.
Turns out you were right about Burdon's body.
- Identified from effects.
- Well, then you agree he's still alive.
So far, I agree that it's an outlandish possibility.
Burdon's arrest, right, it pre-dates routine DNA sampling.
OK? So there's nothing to match there.
Fingertips burnt away, teeth mangled.
It could have been anybody.
You add the attentions of a good plastic surgeon and Burdon could be any stranger you pass in the street.
Where did the story come from? - His daughter.
- There is no daughter.
No, no.
No.
It seems Burdon had a love child.
I got this from someone at the Magistrates' Court who heard it from the duty solicitor.
- Name? - Won't do you any good.
Solicitor won't talk.
Not to you maybe.
I'm a High Court judge, remember? Opens certain doors.
If I'm to convince the police to reopen this case, I need more than theory.
I need a name at least.
Supposing any of this is fact, and Burdon really is still out there he can't be allowed to profit from his crimes.
You do see that, don't you? You look different, Eddie.
- Do I? - Yeah.
Somehow sort of buff.
- Have you been working out? - I suppose, er shifting those beer crates around all day, it's bound to have some sort of effect, innit? Yeah.
I should say.
It's very difficult for me to reveal my sources, you see.
As a journalist it's extremely unethical I'm sorry, I've got to take this.
Hello, Robin.
No, no.
I'm - I'm - I'm with someone as a matter of fact.
No, absolutely.
Of course you did.
Yes, of course I'm Look, I'll call you if Keep looking.
I'll call you later on.
Sorry about that.
Where are you going? To find Burdon.
You'd only slow me down.
Yeah, I mean, I've never really been in for that sort of conventionally handsome, full-head-of-hair thing, you know.
You couldn't do me a massive favour, could you, Eddie? Callaghan Brand Solicitors.
Putting you through.
Amanda Hynes.
Your Honour.
Yes, certainly.
I recall it was last year, wasn't it? At the Camberwell magistrates'? Teenage offender.
Quite out of control.
Kept shouting about how her father had masterminded the whole Fortness robbery.
It was fantastic stuff.
Yeah, said her father still had it stashed away somewhere.
No, her name escapes me.
I'd have to check my files.
Now? Well, yes, certainly I could.
Could you hold one moment, Your Honour? Here we are.
Yes.
And I have an address you might want to try as well.
Ainsworth.
Again.
Stalking me now? You're off to see Burdon's daughter, aren't you? I called that solicitor again.
Still didn't give me a name but she did tell me that I was the second person who'd contacted her about Burdon's daughter, and it didn't take me long to work out who the first person was.
- Well done, you.
- You do realise I'm coming with you.
Your professional qualms are your concern, Mr Ainsworth.
My concern is justice.
And I'm not squeamish about cutting corners to see it achieved.
So this is all about Burdon? It's got nothing to do with 30 million in gold ingots? You may have to explain that remark.
Well, just that a sum like that might distract someone from their vocation.
Oh, word on the gangster grapevine.
Do you know what criminals do all day? The ones that get caught.
They sit in their cells and think up fairy tales about the bad men who sent them there.
Can't imagine why they'd want to spread malicious gossip about me.
Can you? Coming? Yes.
I'm just gonna let my office know where I'll be.
Tanya, put me through to Robin.
We're going to need to force his hand.
I'm on it.
- You got all that? - Yeah.
What I want to know is why? Oh, you know Mickey.
Cautious to a fault.
- There's something else to this con.
- Gotta go.
You're not telling me everything.
Ash? Well Yeah, well, wish there was more time to tell.
Adios.
Thanks, Eddie.
Animals.
- Er, is your mum in? - Who is it? - Hi, we'd like to talk to you.
- About your father.
Go on, darling.
- Who are you? The police? - No, no.
We're not the police.
When was it you last saw David Burdon? Last year.
In a wooden box.
Really? Because a reliable source has you claiming six months ago that your father was still alive.
Oh, yeah.
That was back when I was drinking.
I didn't know what I was saying.
Look, my dad's dead.
All right? A goods train hitting you at 90 miles an hour will do that to you.
Do you know where he hid the gold from the Fortness raid? Oh, yeah.
Course I know where there's 30 million in gold.
I just hang around here cos I like to keep my feet on the ground.
So your father never said anything to you about the whereabouts of the gold? We didn't have the father-daughter chats we should've done.
We don't think it was his body that was identified.
No.
We think that he faked his own suicide so that he could get to the gold unobserved.
Do ya? If you would give him up, I'm sure there'd be a substantial reward.
Enough to get away from here.
- You think you owe him loyalty? - He never showed me any.
Well, then.
I'd need a head start.
Get me and Kyleesha away from here before he works out who gave you the name.
So it's true.
Somebody was going to work it out.
- I'm sure the authorities could arrange - Hundred grand.
- Excuse me? - From you two.
Upfront.
Er, what makes you think we'd give you that kind of money? The fact that the gold's still out there.
That's what you're after, innit? He hasn't had a chance to get his hands on it yet.
Wait.
Hold on.
Erm, how do you know that if you don't know where the gold is? Well, if I told you that, that'd be a clue.
Clues are a hundred grand as well.
- Where was this taken? - What? Your father standing in what looks like a timber yard.
Where was it taken? That's not going to help you.
He bought the timber yard when I was nine.
It's the last picture of him before that gold drove him mad.
There's no record of Burdon owning a timber yard.
Kyleesha, can you turn the TV down, babes? Cos he never bought anything in his own name.
Oi! Can you turn it Turn it down! Do you know what? Why don't the two of you jog on and go and do your detective work somewhere else, all right? After you've figured out none of it's gonna help, you come back here with my 100 K.
So it looks like Burdon is alive.
Why don't you let me look at that photograph? I know you took it.
I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking, "Hmm, there's no record of the police "ever having searched a timber yard.
" You're thinking that perhaps you're looking at the place where the gold is buried and you've never been closer.
What are you implying? That you took the bung the first time round and you've been after the gold ever since.
All you have to do is find that timber yard.
Thing is, it's not just you that's after the gold.
I am too.
But me, I'm looking at the person Burdon's with.
Stands to reason that the yard is in his name.
Could trace it.
Yeah, I reckon that'll be the quickest way.
You don't know who he is, do you? No, me neither.
But I know a man who will.
All right, boys.
Anthony Kent, this is Oh, but you two know each other anyway, don't you? That's right.
You sent me down.
Yes.
For For He said your attention didn't dwell on the individuals involved.
It'll come to you.
Give us a butcher's.
- You know him? - Yeah, I know him.
He knows all the crooks.
And the crook's friends.
Proper villain, see.
Opens certain doors.
Who are you? You can call me the man who's been after that Burdon girl for the last six months.
Yes, I know.
It doesn't trip off the tongue, does it? Came to this fellow for help.
The only thing he didn't know was where Burdon's daughter was.
Tried everything we could to get that solicitor to talk.
But in the end, we had to enlist some outside help.
Cheers for that.
You've been great.
I suppose you could always try paying the daughter.
Find Burdon that way.
Oh, I'll tell you what.
I'll race you.
"Bring my soul out of prison "so I may give thanks to your name.
" Hmm? Oh, Governor! Oh, hi.
My Bible study group.
What can you say? The good news keeps spreading.
Yesterday I warned you that your flouting of prison rules had come to my attention.
Right.
Thank you for that conversation.
A mere matter of hours later, you undergo some kind of religious conversion.
Well, I prefer the term reawakening.
Little bit sudden, don't you think? I believe St Paul experienced something comparable to that on the road You're fooling no one with this sham, Mr Stroller.
to Damascus.
Least of all me.
There is nothing different or special about you.
You are a common criminal.
And all criminals, no matter how clever they feel themselves to be, leave some evidence of their misdeeds.
Now, I will find that evidence.
I will present it to the parole board.
And you will serve the remainder of your sentence to the last minute.
May I be excused for choir practice? OK.
Part two of your field trip.
Are you planning to keep that expression on your face once we're inside? Sorry.
Only a constant grin like that is liable to alert our mark.
I was just thinking, how much do we stand to make on this one? It's not just about the money.
All right? You're on, by the way.
Pavel! How's the little one? Still keeping you up? Sorry, I forgot.
I forgot.
Hello? Hello? Hello, mate.
How are you? Yeah.
Yes! Rough night? - Go away.
- Oh, that bad, eh? Funny game, roulette.
Pure luck.
No skill, no system.
- Posh slot machine.
- Except for sector targeting.
If you can calculate the velocity of the counter-clockwise spin of the wheel I know what sector targeting is.
combine it with the position the wheel's at when the croupier releases the ball and the speed the ball is travelling after two spins, you can work out roughly where that ball will land.
No one can make those calculations in the time available.
It can't be done.
True.
Unless you cheat.
Say hello to my lucky phone.
Is that one of those mobiles? What, the ones with the laser inside, reads the speed of the ball and the microcomputer does the sums for you? Might be.
- I've read about those.
- Keep your voice down.
Don't look at my arm.
Look straight ahead.
Understand? - Where did you get it from? - Don't ask me that.
- Ask me how much I made last week.
- How much? - £83,000.
Now, ask me if I'm happy.
- Are you hap No.
Do you want to know why? Course you do.
It's an intriguing tale.
The casino's onto me.
Started getting funny looks from the security people.
If I keep winning like this, they'll shut me down.
I won't be able to place a chip within a 50-mile radius of the Edgware Road.
I can't find a way out of my predicament.
Can you? - Yeah? - Yeah.
Fine, yeah.
Right.
Split the winnings down the middle.
Aren't you forgetting something? Can't have you running off with my lucky phone, can we? Place your bets, please.
Place your bets, please.
Blue suit, loud tie.
Copy.
- What? What? - Let's not make a scene, sir.
All right, Pavel.
Carry on.
- I'm on my way home.
Let me go home.
- Don't say a word! What's this? My employers do not take kindly to being stolen from.
- Look, somebody put me up to it.
- We know.
We've been watching.
At this present moment in time, the gentleman in question is upstairs in my employer's office, waiting for the police.
You don't understand.
- My job.
The nature of my work - We understand! We understand.
We've got video We've got video footage of you cheating at roulette.
And yet - Look, I'm sorry, all right? - And yet you're out here.
Unless we go back inside, nothing's logged.
You and I never met.
This can all go away.
Yes! Em, come and check out a master at work.
Three Card Monte with Ash.
You do realise you can't win.
I appreciate the sisterly concern but I think you'll find - I'm the exception that proves the rule.
- What can I say? The boy has a natural flair.
- Go easy on him.
- I will.
I'm guessing that things went well at the casino, then.
Yeah, not bad.
Tell her how I was.
- Passable.
- Hear that? Passable.
Watch closely.
What do you think? For Albert's holiday? Very nice.
Oh, not Indonesia, though.
He sold the air force some fighter jets in the '70s and they still haven't arrived.
- How will this make you feel? - Just do it.
All right.
I was also thinking a stretch limo outside the prison gates.
Is that too tacky? - Just tacky enough.
- Good.
I am seldom wrong about people, Mr Stroller.
And you've confirmed my worst suspicions.
Running a betting operation inside prison.
What? The prayer group? I don't want to hear any more.
There is a cache of money somewhere in this cell and I intend to find it.
Oh, be very, very careful with it.
I've spent an awful lot of time on it.
It's very very delicate.
Break it.
It appears we have our evidence, Mr Stroller.
Kent should have got his money together by now.
When he hands it over, give him this.
Ooh, that reminds me.
Eh, Mickey? Didn't know you were Acting Secretary of the Cavendish Cats Benevolent Fund.
Neither did I.
- Hello? - I've got your money.
I hope you've got a name for me.
Where's your friend? Forget my friend.
My friend isn't carrying a briefcase full of money.
Well, I see now why he couldn't get his hands on the gold.
Is that going to be a problem? Oh, I shouldn't think so.
I'm a High Court judge.
Beautiful.
I meant the money.
Come on, let's go get the boys and pick up Albert.
I can't believe Kent paid up! Yeah, Albert will be chuffed.
Albert.
They're ready for you, mate.
Case 174B3.
Albert Stroller.
We did what? Nobbled the parole board.
- I knew there was more to this.
- When did we do that? Come Friday, it'll be me trying to keep up with him again.
- Friday? - Yeah.
Albert's parole hearing.
So you don't know about the new governor that's just come in? Not a lot gets past her.
Peter, you wouldn't happen to know the names of the other members of the parole board, would you? So, yeah, I've got this new job.
And it's a lot of pressure.
I mean, it's it's more than I'm used to.
I've always got to have this front and look like I'm in control and like I know what I'm doing.
It's like I'm pretending to be someone I'm not.
Thank you! - Thank you.
- Yeah.
We know who you are, Mr Campbell.
Soon you'll make the acquaintance of a man who is extremely important to my employers.
Follow the instructions inside to the letter.
"is showing comprehension of the nature of his crimes "and I have no hesitation in recommending Albert Stroller for parole.
" You said that we were setting up that psychiatrist for a future con.
Yeah, well, we said a lot of things.
Well, I see now why he couldn't get his hands on the gold.
Is that going to be a problem? Oh, I shouldn't think so.
So Kent thinks Albert is Burdon.
All right.
Why do we get the judge and the psychologist but not the governor? Majority rule.
We only needed two out of the three.
Besides, from what I've been told the governor is unconnable.
What's the difference between a trick and a con? - Right.
OK, the difference - Confidence.
A true con artist is all about giving the mark confidence.
It's nice to let the mark think that he's got something up his sleeve.
But always always make sure you've got something up yours.
I don't think he's got it.
- Teaching aid? - Good idea.
- No.
Not Three Card Monte.
- Three Card Monte! You want to play some Three Card Monte, Ash, we can get it on.
We can play Three Card Monte.
I'm just going to take your money again.
Right.
Should be a very instructive game, now you've got some real capital to play with.
Yeah.
I do.
Now, find the lady.
Yeah? Ash Yes, Sean? Do you already know I marked the cards? Well, it's very late for that question, Sean, seeing as you've already placed your stake.
That's the con, dummy.
Where's my wallet? He let you think you had the angle, then watched you raise your stakes.
Can I ask you a question, Sean? With all that money on the turn of this card and everything you've learned are you feeling confident? Get off! Hang on.
Does Albert know about the Kent con? Don't worry about Albert.
- Get in, Mr Burdon.
- Excuse me? Or perhaps you'd rather go back to prison for the murder of Albert Stroller.
No, I don't think I'd like that at all.
I must compliment your plastic surgeon.
And you can drop the accent.
I know who you are.
Well, I'll do my best.
It's a tricky habit to break, though.
Why don't I tell you what I already know.
I'd like that.
I know you own a timber yard.
I know what's buried in it.
And I know you're going to take me there.
Are you absolutely sure this is the right place? Of course I'm sure.
I told them not to sell.
I said, "Don't sell no matter who the buyer is.
Don't sell the timber yard.
" Welcome home, Albert.
Missed ya.
Oh, nice touch by the way.
Taking Kent to a prison.
Suddenly it came to me.
A jail built over his buried treasure.
I love the irony.
What did I tell you? Nothing to worry about.
Best improv man in the free world.
- What if Kent remembers who Ash is and - What? And tells the police we used him to fix a parole hearing? - What? For me? - Coming home present.
- Whoa! Well, way, way too much.
- Oh, and, er, judging by the postmark, I figured this had something to do with you.
Oh, yes.
You know, it's always difficult to move hard cash out of a prison.
Sean.
Graduation present.
- Cheers, Ash.
- Three Card Monte.
Yeah, I tell you something else, Albert.
We didn't just con Kent to fix your parole.
We played another con as well.
You did? Well, I'm l'm really very touched.
You didn't have to go to all that trouble.
We couldn't afford to take risks, Albert.
Well, I think I had the situation in hand.
You what? Were you running your own con, Albert? I might have been.
I told you that place was filled with easy marks.
Oh, wait.
You didn't Did you He conned the governor.
Perhaps you ought to resign yourself to the fact that you are going to be in this facility for a very long time to come.
It appears we have our evidence, Mr Stroller.
I told myself it was justifiable that the inmates would just spend money on some other vice when they could lose it all to me for a bigger cause.
The Cavendish Cats Benevolent Fund? Yes, I just hope from the wrongs I've done, some good can come to cats.
- Your winnings have been going to - To cats, yes.
I can't bear to see the little creatures in distress.
All of this has been fundraising? Well, I know we shouldn't break the prison rules but, you see, er I see their tiny faces and and they haunt me.
I confess that I have jumped to some rather uncharitable conclusions about Mr Stroller.
I've had occasion to revise my thinking.
You said the governor was unconnable.
Now, there's no such thing as "unconnable".
Not with the right grifter.
I mean, even the toughest mark has his Achilles heel.
Yes, well.
Well done and everything but the governor's only one.
You needed two out of three.
Once the governor was on board, I figured the other two would follow.
Yeah, but you didn't know.
Well, I had a pretty good idea.
So, we got three out of three, then.
Nothing so satisfying, don't you think? Complete.
You are a crafty old sod.
- To Albert.
Back where he belongs.
- To Albert.
Now, next time I con you, you don't get a refund.
All right? That's if it's you conning me.
Next time, it might be the other way round.
Three Socks three, Pop Socks nil.
There's no two ways about it.
Next time it's going to be the other way around.
You know, I still don't see how you knew the others would come on board.
Well, the governor's used to getting her way.
So once we had her in the bag No, but hold on.
She I don't mean to imply that your cons were futile.
They were just a little over the top.
- Over the top? - Superfluous.