It’s the 1990s. In the middle of the Cornish countryside, a crack team of coppers are making inroads into an abandoned tin mine.
But as they round the corner, their quarry has escaped. In place of a massive pile of gold bullion, there’s just one left: sticking out of the sand like a middle finger. And down the road, an ambulance stuffed with the rest of it is veering away back to London, the criminal sitting in the front seat grinning ear to ear.
