All language subtitles for The Sweeney 1-01 Ringer

It's not exactly this year's model, is it?

Where's the money, Dave?

- What?
- The money.

Cheers.

- 'Ere Knocker?
- What?

When you run out of
fingers - use your toes, eh?

Len!

Oi! What you're doing here?

Well I've been waiting
an hour ouside his place.

I thought he overslept, so I,
you know, I waited.

Considerate.

Yeah.

Well, the state he was in
last night, when I left him -

Yeah, his kidneys must
be waving a white flag.

Huh - hold hard.

Sir.

He looks like he's been
checking his bank statement.

Or Jack Regan's diary.

Jen.

- Hm.
- Jen, can I borrow your car?

- Just for the morning.
- Hmmm.

Where are the keys?

Oh, hmm.

In my handbag.

Morning.

Do all coppers have cold hands?

Only the randy ones.

Oh!!!

- Morning, guv.
- Morning - Mr Regan in?

No, sir.

- Then why...
- He's using his own transport, guv.

Vvny?

Convenience.

Everything here seems to mould
itself round Jack Regan's convenience.

- What are you doing?
- Waiting.

- For Godot?
- Ha?

Never mind.

Tell Mr Regan I'd like a word...
if he can spare the time.

Who's Godot?

Plays full back for QPR.

He doesn't.

Then wallop.

'Ere, what makes you so sure
they're gonna use this route?

Well, we'll made sure didn't we?

Ooh, it's a nice one Frank.

So he's the best isn't he?

If everyone moves on time...

...there shouldn't be too much aggravation.

My lads can handle themselves, alright.

That's why you're in.

No shooters. They know that?

Yeah well, er, they
didn't like that, Frank.

If I see bulges anywhere,
there'll be trouble.

I better tell Francy to wear
his looses strides, alright.

'Ere Frank er...

...you remember that sweat shop
we done when we was kids?

- What back in Deptford
- Yeah.

Yeah, we were told there
was some furs in this place...

...sort of sounded handsome didn't it.

- Frank -
- We got.

Aw we got in easy, you remember
we saw these two sealed boxes...

...and we had 'em away and took 'em
back to my old man's shed, remember?

Yeah, he kept pigeons in this shed, John.

It's a nice playroom.

When we opened the boxes, er,
do you know what was in them?

- Surprise me
- Hah!

Trousers for fat men.

Sixty-two inch waists.

Yeah, yeah, we both got
in one pair didn't we?

Yeah, one in each leg.

Then your old man came in and caught us...

...and gave us a right coating.

Yeah, he told us if we were
going to thieve something...

...we might as well
thieve something useful.

Tell Len to pick me up there in,
er, fifteen minutes.

Tell him to wait outside.

What?

You vulgar little man.

on

Move it Billy!

Whoooohooo.

The big one called the other one 'Billy'.

'Bout eighteen?

Maybe nineteen... no more.

Yeah, I'll rip his ears
off when we find him.

That's not going to be easy guv.

I thought the Rye was your back yard.

Well it is but...l
mean...how many kids...

No buts.

Look they'll have that motor
stripped down to its knickers by now...

...and going out in boxes.

Screw the car, it's insured.

Oh charming!

My camera and the photographs were in it.

What, the surveillance on Frank Kemble?

Faces, names, dates, the bloody lot...

...written on the back of the photos.

We better move.

Why didn't you lock the car?

I forgot, didn't I?

That should raise a smile
on Junior Police Five.

Just a minute.

That's all I need. You get on out of it.

- Er, bit of a rush on.
- Do you mind. I wanted a word.

Well you can have two later,
in about an hour... alright?

Don't you ever stop eating?

D'you see that picture on the telly...

...this flash photographer
drives around in a Roller?

He kips in this big house so as he
can take photos of the dossers...

Then he strips off these
two little chicks...

...they don't arf like it...worr...

Woah.

Don't think we'll break this one down...

Sell it straight.

Stupid.

Are you listening? Give us that.

- Eh, that's my camera.
- Who says it's yours?

I've always wanted a camera, Bill.

Wonder what Soldier will gives us for it?

Oh no, Billy, come on.

Looks expensive, smile.

'Ere, Bill, let's have it.
Oh no, Bill.

'Er! Bang Bang!'

Hey, what's this?

- 'Ere, come on let's have a look.
- Get out.

Er...

...keep the camera.

'Ere, where you going?

You! Wait here.

What's this - a war museum?

Hello Soldier.

Who's he?

My guv'nor.

He looks a bit evil.

He is a bit evil.

Yeah, my mother was
frightened by a one eyed taxi driver.

What d'you want?

We're looking for a pair,
car thieves.

Eighteen... nineteen, probably
specialise in minis?

One's called Billy.

Try Jock... he might know 'em.

Seen him.

What about Stan Morris?

And him... we've been all over.

I've got a box full of these at home.

All the Indian regiments
you know, Gurkhas... Sepoy...

Honest?

Yeah, must be thirty or forty.

You can have 'em.

Yeah, I could drop 'em in tomorrow.

Nah, I don't know.

Mint condition.

Got a pencil?

It's a lock up.

And I ain't never seen you.

Cheers, Soldier.

'Ere, don't forget the badges.

Was that right about the badges, guv?

Would I lie to an old soldier?

- Er, er. Can I see Mr Kemble?
- Eh?

- Can I see Mr Kemble?
- What about?

- Business.
- Business?

Business.

Now what sort of business would
you be having with Mr Kemble?

You're Dave Brooker.

Tommy... he's my brother...
Tommy Martin.

Oh, how is he?

Comes home in five weeks.

Tell him I owe him a drink.

Yeah.

I've got something for Mr Kemble.

He's out.

- Will he be long?
- He's having his hair cut, isn't he.

Well, can I wait?

Suit yourself.

Outside.

Oh now that's dirty.

You're disturbing the neighbours.
Switch it off.

Where's Billy?

Out.

Where's the camera?

- Look we didn't do nothing but...
- The camera!

Guvnor?

Where are the photographs?

The photographs.

I don't know what you're talking about...

I don't like wasting time
on rubbish like you son.

Now where are the photographs?

Billy...

Billy's got them?

- He took 'em
- Where?

I don't know.

Straight up.

He just took them and went out.

He never even let me see 'em.

He told me to hang about.

Then he'll be back.

Where did you get these, son?

- From a motor we borrowed.
- Where is it now?

In a lock up we use.

Was there anything else?

Camera.

Somebody's got their nose up us.

Did you see who owned the car?

Man about forty.

Sounded local. I couldn't swear.

'Ere Frank... these are a bit
naughty aren't they?

Yeah. What's the registration?

Uh, UYL 63F.

Find out who owns it.

Er...

I thought you'd like to know Mr Kemble...
you know, soon as I saw..

Yeah. You did well son.

I'm always around... if there's ever
anything you need Mr Kemble.

I'll remember that.

Extention 383.

Oh it's, er, Dave Brooker.

Oh Mr Strandage.

Er, there's a little problem Mr Kemble
thought you might be able to help him with.

Yeah, it's er, what was the number?

- Er, UYL 63F.
- UYL 63F.

- White mini.
- And it's er White mini.

White... yeah.

Yeah, fine.

He'll ring me back.

- Right son. Get rid of the car.
- But Mr Kemble...

Don't argue... lose it.

Yeah.

Compensation.

Thanks, Mr Kemble.

Tommy comes home soon.

Yeah well, you tell him to keep
out of trouble this time, eh?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You sure?

Right, thanks.

It's owned by a Miss Peters.

The kid said a man about forty.

You better pay her a visit.

Take John.

And Dave...

...we don't have too much time.

Get some answers.

Oh come in, Frank.

Sit down.

You want to
seperate Carter from Jack Regan?

- Yes.
- Why?

- I thought it was obvious.
- If it was obvious I wouldn't be asking.

I think Carter has a lot of potential.

I don't think Regan is the
right man to pair with him.

Reasons.

Well he's...

Uncross your legs Frank.

I find Regan undisciplined...

...irresponsible...

...too emotional.

You don't like him.

That doesn't come into it.

Don't be naive.

There's only one way to
deal with Jack Regan.

Straight.

Oh I know the problems believe me. I've
had more paper on that desk about Regan...

...than any other officer.

I just don't understand his attitude.

Have you tried?

Have you talked to him?

You don't talk to Jack Regan -
you just listen.

Well you're the guv'nor.
Sort him out.

That's what being a guv'nor is all about.

Frank.

It's not easy at the sharp end.

We are the champions, eh?

Hey hows about a drink to celebrate?

Stupid?

Celebrate what, Billy?

Oh.

This is private property.

Stupid invited us in.

Where is he?

You answer my question first, eh?

Is there something you two punters want?

Where are the photgraphs Billy?

Eh, what you on about?

Don't try it on, son.

My brother's Tommy Martin.

You want bother with him?

He's nothing.

- And he's away.
- Who are you?

We're the Sweeney, son.

And we haven't had any dinner.

You've kept us waiting so
unless you want a kicking...

...you tell us where those photographs are.

Right. You've got thirty seconds.

Or on top of motor theft...

...it's resisting arrest and
assault with a deadly weapon...

And forgery.

There won't be any cars for you to nick
by the time they let you out son.

- You pigs would fit anybody up.
- Watch your mouth.

Fifteen seconds.

I took 'em to Frank Kemble.

You stupid little sod.

'Ere...

...don't you think you ought to
send it back to Woolworths?

What this?

No - this.

- I thought you said...
- Oh er...Miss Peters...

Police.

This is Detective Constable Williams...

...and my name is Sergeant Andrews.

May we come in please.

Er yes. Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you, Miss

Well now, er, it's about
your car Miss Peters.

A white mini... UYL 63F, yes?

Yes?

Well there's been an accident.

Oh God! Is it bad?

Yeah, it's bad.

Yeah, two in hospital.

Unfortunately the driver
of your car is one of them.

Could we have his name please Miss Peters?

- You don't know that?
- No, erm he had no identification, Miss

Er, you see we do need his name
and address for our accident report.

Er, does he live here?

- No identification.
- No, he didn't have any identification.

Are you sure?

Er look, all we want
Miss Peters is his name.

Erm...

...what station are you from?
- Station?

Well, we're from the West End erm...

What did you say your name was again?

Well, it's erm...

- It's Williams, Miss
- Williams, yeah.

- Detective Constable Willaims
- Detective Constable...

Yes well, I'd like to see your
identification cards please.

No. Miss Peters, all we want is er...

...his name and address... surely
that's not too much to ask.

Aw come on, look, leave it out...
she don't want to know.

Told you it was dodgy.

NQ_

What's his name?

Hm. Ouch.

Are you married?

- No.
- Yer boyfriend is he?

- Acqaintance.
- Oh he's acquaintance.

Yeah well, what's his name?

Er...

'Ere, you a stewardess?

Yes.

- Pretty isn't she?
- Oh, a darling.

But you have to be...
it's all glamour init?

Come on what's his name sunshine.

Look I'll tell you what.

This is still bleeding hot.

What's his name?

Regan.

- First name?
- Jack.

Er, what's he do, apart from
making acquaintances?

He's... erm.

Oh come on darling...

Er... a policeman.

What rank?

Detective Inspector.

Division?

Flying Squad.

Oh the bloody Sweeney...
that's all we need, isn't it.

'Ere finish your blouse darling.

What do you know about Kemble?

I know his file.

No, I mean personally...
you grew up in his manor.

Well, he's hard... but he's quiet.

Self educated, reads a lot.

Comes originally from the Jago,
got bombed out.

My old man reckons he had
the local nick straightened.

Does he own that garage?

Ooh, yeah. And two others...

...launderettes, car hire...

...he's the camel hair
smother sort of businessman.

With the sort of money he must be
making, why is he still involved?

Well, he hasn't been done for eight years.

That just means that he's smooth.

Well, he might give that impression...

...but underneath, he's about
as smooth as a coal bunker.

He's one of the few the
twins never bothered.

Do you eat much of that?

'Bout three a day.

Yuck!

Listen this old bubble told
me it was an aphrodisiac.

My wife won't buy it...

...so I get it delivered secretly...

...in handy thirty gallon drums.

Regan.

When?

Listen, don't answer
the phone or the door...

...we'll be round in fifteen minutes.

Two of Kemble's monkeys
have been to see Jenny.

Look Frank, I mean what we going to do?

I need to think.

You haven't got time Frankie.

Now is it a go or not?

An hour.

Alright.

Make sure that little snot
gets rid of that motor car...

And I thought he was going to burn me...

You told them... about me?

I'm sorry... I was terrified.

That's alright, love.

Who were they?

Erm, I thought I recognised one
of them from your description...

...Dave Brooker.

The iron man?

- Well he's that sort, yeah.
- Yeah. He's going to wish he wasn't.

Now why don't you get some sleep, Jenny?

Oh no, no, no... I couldn't.

I'll get someone over to stay with you.

Oh, okay.

Come on, love.

Yeah.

No, that'll be fine.

Erm, right through the night?

Yeah, that's right.

Okay, lovely. Cheers. Ta ta.

Guy?

Is there something you haven't told me?

What about?

Well the surveillance.

No.

Just routine?

I got a whisper that Frank
Kemble was recruiting.

For what?

Didn't know.

- For when?
- That either.

- A reliable whisper?
- Very.

Kemble must have seen those photographs.

Checked out the motor and sent
the frighteners round straight away.

Yeah, but why... why react like that.

There could only be one reason.

He's ready to go.

So all we got to do in
the next few hours...

...is find out what, when and where.

Might be too late already.

No, I don't think so.

Should we grab Kemble?

What on... suspicion?

But what?

By the time Kemble's brief has had
his say, I'll be back wearing a tall hat.

Well, is there anybody we can lean on?

A few faces coming and
going out of the garage.

- Where's yer camera?
- In the car.

I know somebody local who'll print them up.

- Inspector Regan?
- Yeah.

Matthews, sir.

Through there love.

She's asleep but listen...

Any bother, any bother
at all, I want to know.

There's too much money out,
too many people involved Mr Kemble.

Well, we could er...

...postpone it. Find another way later.

A week ago perhaps but certainly
not now, everything is arranged, paid for.

A lot of people will be
very disappointed...

...particularly my client, and as you know,
he's not a man to disappoint.

Yeah.

How much does this policeman
of yours know anyway?

- He's been watching the garage.
- Is that all?

It's enough.

When one is 'known', the police have a
vulgar habit of minding one's business.

It's probably just a matter of
routine surveillance, nothing more.

I even have this checked for erm, ears.

He has photographs... times, details.

That's your problem, not mine...

...and certainly not my client's.

You were recommended Mr
Kemble, very highly.

I do hope you're not losing
your enthusiasm, or your touch.

- Frankly, I'm surprised.
- Surprised?

Buy him off.

What does one nosey little
policeman cost these days?

This is the Sweeney, Mr Presser.

You don't buy them.

Don't you?

Yer know any of 'em.

No, not yet.

Hold on I recognise this one...

Who is he?

Bernald Driscoll...

...he's a fixer, middle
man, give him twenty

four hours, he can
get you anything...

...from a thousand snide fivers
to Adolf Hitler's autograph.

Where do we find him?

- Mr Brooker.
- Yeah.

Long time no -

Have you er have you heard?

Heard what?

About the Martin kid?

Who?

Tommy Martin's brother...

...he's done.

Y'know, taken in. Somebody er...

...somebody fingered him.

Go on... who?

Don't know yet, do we?

Happens.

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand er...

...I understand you had the
Sweeney in this morning?

In and out, they were
looking for a bent mini.

Right yeah.

'Ere, did Billy Martin...

Yeah well. I thought you
didn't know him, son.

He, he's been in a couple of times...
I, I remember now...

When I find out Soldier, there's er...

...there's going to be accident
looking for somewhere to happen.

Know what I mean?

Go on.

Hello Bernard.

You met my guv'nor, Inspector Regan.

We hear you been seeing
a bit of Frank Kemble.

Wel, I owe him some money...
I went round to see him.

I saw you there twice in two days.

He was out the first time.

You're lying Bernie.

On my life Mr Carter.

Do you know any of this lot?

- That's Dave Brooker.
- We know that.

What about the others?

- Not in my address book.
- Oh dear, oh dear.

Look if you had an address book it
would read like morning call at the 'ville.

Gentlemen... occasionally
I do a little favour for Mr Kemble.

A track tip... business gossip...
that's all.

What favours have you done him recently?

Well, I told you... I owed him money.

What for?

A motor I bought for my old lady.

Already she's scratched it and
the dog's spewed up in the back.

Why did Adam ever bite that apple?

Now Kemble's been recruiting.

That's none of my business.

You know me Mr Carter.

Yeah... deaf, dumb and
blind when you want to be.

You don't see me limping and
I ain't afraid to go out at night.

What did you fix for Kemble?

Nothing... I keep telling you.

Mr Kemble doesn't need nobodies like me...
he knows a lot of talent.

I'm going to drown you in your own
sweat if I find out you're involved.

- What did he say?
- No.

It's still on?

Yes.

Where did that come from?

Bernie Driscoll.

Yeah. I know, but I told him
to deliver it to Merrick.

No you didn't, Frank. I
distinctively remember

you saying bring it
here, didn't you.

Go on get rid of it.

Jon?

It's on.

Everything is arranged.

Yeah.

Dave.

Yeah?

I don't like this one.

Oh if you feel like that about it Frank,
why don't we just give it the elbow.

And end up as pig food...

...no. No, we're in.

Look, come on let's go and have a jar.

Ooh hello. Thought you
were the dog meat man.

How's business Edi?

Oooh alright.

Hey, fancy investing in a
couple of hundred gerbils?

There'll be three hundred by next week
if they carry on the way they have been.

Ron's in Newcastle.

You sure?

Yeah, left this morning.

- Newcastle?
- Hmm. Delivering twenty ton of bacon...

...and him a jewish vegetarian.

- What time did he leave?
- Oh, I dunno, still asleep.

I took this at eleven.

That's Frank Kemble's place.

He's in bother Edi.

He promised me...

...what's the job?
- We don't know.

If we can find out we might
be able to stop him.

It could be today.

Any ideas?

Look I swear to you Mr Regan... I didn't...

Well you know Ron... the
original strong silent type.

Has anyone called round for him...

...have you seen him with any tearaways?

Huh, don't see much of
him at all these days...

Comes for his laundry... the odd meal.

He's got some little scrubber
tucked away somewhere.

I saw him with her once... thin...
I've seen more fat on a bicycle.

Do you know where she lives?

Yeah. Under a stone in Fulham.

He'll get ten this time, Edi.

Look, I'm sorry Mr Regan,
but I can't help you.

I would if I could, believe me.

Yeah.

Listen, I'll tell you two things.
If Frank Kemble's organising it...

...it'll be big and it'll be local.

Our Frank thinks England ends at Finchley.

Well, look after yourself, Edi.

Yeah, I'll try.

Hey! How's that gold fish?

Next door's cat got it.

Doug... you take Scaife and Nichols.

'Ere, watch Scaife, he's a head case.

Willy... MacLarty and Lovel.

I'll take Salter and Wash's.

That leaves me with Jordan and Bull.

What happens if we can't find 'em guv?

Listen, if one of these are
around we're in bother.

And we'll meet back here in two hours,
that should give us enough...

What is it Len?

There's a woman asking for you, guv.

Hmm. Nice.

You Regan?

Carter.

I asked for Regan.

Yeah. He's not available... he sent me.

Oooh...

- You Billy's Mum?
- Yeah.

- Have you seen him.
- I've just come from him.

What do you want Mrs Martin?

Has my Billy been
hanging round Frank Kemble?

Well, Billy thinks he's a big man...

...Mr Kemble.
- Big man... knew Frank Kemble...

...when he had holes in his shoes.

Before he took elocution lessons.

Did he put my Billy up to this?

- He had Kemble's money in his pocket.
- Flash Monkey...

...thinks cos he's got
money, he can buy anybody.

I told Billy to stay away
from him and his sort.

- He didn't listen.
- Tripe hound.

He put Tommy away and now it's Billy.

That's what it looks like.

It's about time someone put him down.

Yeah well, we've been
trying for eight years.

- He's a very careful man. Mr Kemble.
- Not always.

- How do you mean?
- What I said...

'not always'.

What will Billy get?

- That depends.
- On what?

- Insepctor Regan.
- Can he put a word in for Billy?

Well he can yeah...

...well, why should he?

I'd be ever so grateful.

With a word in the right ear,
he could get away with probation.

Is that a promise?

You know better than that.

Well...

With a different word in a different
ear, he could get eighteen months.

Evenings I work in a pub...

...just off the Rye.

One of our regulars is
a man named Prosser.

- Alec Prosser?
- That's him.

Alec Prosser is a bent lawyer,
he was struck off years ago.

He's a sort of a first division Bernie
Driscoll... without the humour...

About three weeks ago...

...who walks in with
Prosser but Frank Kemble.

He didn't recognise me,
so I didn't say nothing.

I just listened.

I didn't hear that much, 'cos they
took their drinks into a corner.

But I did hear one name mentioned...

Who?

You won't tell Billy
I've been here will you?

Scout's honour.

I was a scout too.

Lindsey... Ray Lindsey.

Did you hear anything else?

W'll Prosser took a little diary
out and was counting off the days...

...and I heard him say to Kemble...
"just over three weeks".

- Did he mention a date?
- No.

When exactly was this?

Well, it was a Wednesday...

...like three weeks ago yesterday.

Just over three weeks...
that could be today.

Hold on, guv.

Four, eight, three.

I've just remembered... Ed...

...yeah, look it's George.

What were you saying about
special duties this week?

Ray Lindsey... when?

Cheers Ed.

Ray Lindsey is doing
twelve for armed robbery.

He half killed a prison doctor...

He's at the Bailey today.

He's leaving Brixton under
escort in half an hour.

Put me through to the Commander...

I don't care if he's in
Confession, put me through.

They should be leaving by now, Dave.

How you feeling?

The old pump's going a bit.

It looks good. Relax.

You been playing cowboys again, Jack?

It was a routine obbo of Kemble...
I didn't know this was on until today.

Then you should have known...
that's what surveillance is all about.

Oh come on, sir.

As soon as you had a sniff that Kemble was
active, you should have informed me.

In triplicate... with all the
commas in the right place?

Who the hell do you think
you're talking to, Regan?

Do you want me to answer that?

Drop the sniping... both of you.

You should have known
something was up with Kemble.

You should have heard a whisper.

I hear a lot of whispers...

...because I get myself out of this...

...mausoleum and put my ears about,
you should try that sometime.

It might broaden your outlook and
save some wear on the grey flannel.

With some of the people
you're seen with

Regan, you'll end up in
the Sunday newspapers.

Well, I promise I won't mention your name.

I thought Jack Kemble
was intelligent enough...

...to stay away from anything to do
with a mad head like Ray Lindsey.

When did you know Kemble was active?

Last week.

There's nothing in your diary
about knowing Kemble was active...

It's just down as a routine surveillance.

...with most of the commas
in the wrong place.

Nasty.

Yeah.

We've been after Frank
Kemble for eight years.

Yes.

- And thanks to your ego...
- I'll have to look that one up.

We could have lost both
him and Lindsey, one of

the ten top prisoners,
in the same afternoon.

That must be some kind of record.

You could have them both...

...but you seem to think
it's more important

slagging me in front
of the old man.

Why don't you stop showing him
your profile and get things moving?

Get out, both of you... come back
and tell me when it's all over.

H9)'-

You better make it, Jack or
I will personally bury you.

Thanks.

Do you want their heads mounted?
For your wall?

Comedian.

Come in.

Dave?
They're turning into Finnan Street now.

It's a goer.

Out.

Right. It's on.

The old bottle twitching, Dave.

Shut your crack.

Ready, M r Kern ble.

Mr Prosser?

What's the matter?

Look. I've got to have him.

- Who?
- Merrick.

Nah. He's all mouth.

I'm gonna have him.

Alec.

Alec.

Who are these men?

Where are you going?

Tell her.

Tell her!

Cozze r.

Switch off...

...or they'll collect your
head in a pillow case.

It's a set-up Frankie!

It's a bleeding fit-up!

Hold it, sunshine!

DaveH

Frank.

Frank?

Frank?

'Ere Frank.

Frank.

Frankie... Frank.

That should've been me.

So what's gonna happen to the two boys?

They've been in trouble since they
were old enough to sit on a pub step.

Do you think they'll go to prison?

That's up to the magistrate.

What a waste.

Have you ever thought of doing anything
else. Some other kind of a job?

- I've resigned four times.
- Really?

Yeah, they always talk me
out of it though. I'm very gullible.

I was thinking...

...before you came, I was thinking.

The sort of experience I
had this afternoon...

ls the sort you go through all the time.

Not all of the time.

A lot of the time.

It has it's moments.

What?

I forgot to lock your car.