All language subtitles for The Sweeney S3E11 Loving Arms 25FPS

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

-No, no-
-I'm experienced-

[talking over each other]

Six reserves.

and a good old-fashioned-

Listen a good old-fashioned centre forward
with a bit a guts!

[talking over each other]
[Old Fashioned Football]

- Anyway, I'll see ya Saturday. Ta-ra!
- Bye, mate.

[door slamming]

Yes, sir?

20 Players please.

Shut your trap and empty the till!

Quick!

You're in a wrong place, son.

You want the O.K. Corral.

Stupid bastard.

[gun clicking]

Empty it!

And quick!

Hurry!

I've only got change in here.

I banked it five minutes ago.

Bloody liar!

[loud thump]

[glass smashing]

[yells]

You bloody little fool!

Get going!

[gun clicks]

[door slams]

The Sweeney Theme

And Jesus said onto the Centurion,

"Go thy way.

And as thou has believed,

so will it be done unto thee."

And his servant was healed
in the selfsame hour.

The Centurion was not even a Christian.

And yet when he asked Christ for his help,

it was in the total belief

that Christ could cure
his dying servant for him.

Not with a knife,

not with drugs.

But merely by his command.

What Christ is telling us,

and demonstrating here,

is that not only can we heal ourselves,

but that another,

with enough faith,

can heal for Him.

Lord, heal this woman.

Give to her and to us the faith,

to take away her sickness.

Recover her strength

and take away the darkening of her skin.

Goodbye, my dear.

We shall come again tomorrow.

Thank you, Mister Jenkins.

Thank you.

Thank you all very much for coming.

There we are.

[sighs]

You're beginning to look as
though you've been on holiday.

Lay out in the sun,

instead of laid up in bed.

Come on, just try a bit.

You should be in the workshop.

Oh, come on.

Fred.

It's not your fault, if
you haven't any work.

And I'm only making things worse for you.

You're not making it worse for anyone.

Lily, let me get you a doctor.

Just this once, maybe--

No, Fred.

I've brought this on myself
by doing something wrong.

You've never done anything
wrong in your life.

Only God knows that.

No doctor.

[sighs] All right.

But I can't stand to
see you ill like this.

God only creates good.

You must remember that.

Please try to have a
little more faith, Fred.

You heard what Mister Jenkins said.

[sighs]

Now don't forget.

Eat something.

[funky bassy music]

The MET's 5000 coppers short

and here we are, the
elite detective force,

driving round,

trying to find a home for
gross of toilet roll holders.

Yeah, it's real-world crime.

The nations hygiene transcends all.

If Matt had done his job properly,

the villains had never
have got away with remand.

And if he hadn't gone saint,

we wouldn't be trailing around,

trying to find the losers.

Yeah, right.

How you are fo cigarettes, Gov?

Badly.

Cheers.

God bless you, Gov.

I must get some.

You're true bleeding right, you must.

I'll tell you what, Bill.

Stop off at Lens place.

We'll call his bluff.

No I wanna have a word
with old Len anyway.

I haven't seen him since
his little fracas.

[George] Oh yeah, a kid
tried to hold him up

with a toy gun, didn't he?

[Gov] Yeah, something like that.

Get us 20, Gov.

Thank you, Governor.

[door closes]

Morning, Len.

Ah, morning, Mister Regan.

Two 20s please, mate.

20s.

I hear you had a spot of
bother here last week.

Yes.

Young kid it was.

Walked in here,

pulls out this bleeding cowboy-gun.

Just like a Colt 45.

So I swung at him with me stick,

he done his nut and pulled
the bleating trigger.

I'll tell you,

if that had gone off,

I wouldn't have been standing here now.

Then he caught the wind up good and proper

and took off.

You know, a few year ago,

I had been hard on him,
Mister Regan, I can tell you.

[till clinking]

I wouldn't have thought
and old soldier like you

would've been taken in like that.

Like what?

You know, some kid with a toy gun?

What you know.

Huh?

Well, it was that Det. inspector
on Blythe Road.

He started it all.

Do you now him?

Young cocky bloke.

Very tricky.

Well you know, it's all
lardy with the dialogue.

"I can assure you, Mister Waters,

it could not have been a Colt 45.

Ho-ho-ho."

[laughs]

Then he goes around and tells
all the newspaper blokes

that I'm going senile.

They're all laughing at me now,

saying I don't know
what I'm talking about.

I tell you, that gun was real.

[door crackling]

Mister Booth?

Yes.

I'm a toy salesman.

I'd like to talk to you about--

I'm sorry, we don't want any.

We've no children.

Oh now, Mister Booth, Mister Booth,

you don't understand.

I'm not selling, I'm buying.

You were recommended to
me by a Mister Cartwright.

Oh, Johnny Cartwright?

Is he a friend of yours?

Known him for years.

He's a good man.

Oh, well you better come in.

Mister?

Ward.

Arthur Ward.

[coughing]

I haven't Charles since he moved

a couple of years ago.

How is he?

Fine.
Said to give you his regards.

Now, he happened to mention to me,

that you made him a good toy once.

A toy?

You know, a replica.

Replica of a gun.

Kind of a Colt 45.

But he had it stolen.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Yeah, a couple of weeks ago.

Anyway, Mister Booth.

You're a manufacturer

and my firm has a market
for that kind of replica.

You know, the people that play cowboys

on dude ranches at weekends, you know.

Not for shooting.

For play acting, you know.

Oh no, look, you wanna proper factory,

with all the modern--

See that's the point.
That's just the point, you see.

If we go to a big place,
they'd want a big order.

And being small, we gotta
feel our way, you see.

Export.

Build it up.

Do you smoke?

No.

No thanks.

The wife--

You see, also,

being small,

we could start off on a cash basis.

Yeah, but you'd need clearance
on a project like that.

No, we've got that.

For export.

-[glass smashing]
-It's all fixed up, Mister Booth.

Lily? Lily!

[coughing]

Mister Booth.

What's the matter?

What happened?

Sorry.

Nothing to be sorry about.

Are you all right?

Yes.

I though I was going to be sick,

that's why--

You shouldn't have!

Lily I can't leave you like this again.

I have to get you someone.

[radio chatting]

Here you are.

Get your laughing gear around that.

Cheers.

What's he playing at?

He knows we got to deliver
this stuff by eleven.

Here, come on.

Give him another blast.

[car honking]

That couldn't have been a replica.

I caught site of the MOC.

There were no rimfire type dummies.

They was all center-fired and real.

And when he pulled that trigger,

he expected it to go off.

And so did I.

I know about small arms.

I put some in, you know.

Twelve years in the kite.

Royal Army Ordinance Core.

Normandy, Palestine.

Yeah, yeah.

Right, well I must be
running along now then.

Mister Regan?

Do us a favor.

If you run up against
that Inspector what's-it.

Tell him, he needn't come in here shopping

with his helmet on.

Right.

Be lucky, Len.

Thank you, Jack.

[radio chatting]

That was quick, Gov.

What were you doing,

ordering your Christmas hamper?

Here you go.

Oh ta, George.

Yeah, old Len was giving me a
right head bashing in there.

You didn't tell him

you were thinking of
giving up smoking again,

did you?

[laughs]

The DI at Blythe Road.

Do you know him?

Know of him.

Graystoke, Graypoke, something like that.

Yeah, well he did old Len right up.

Give the press boys a dialogue

about it only being a toy gun.

And old Len here being a diddler.

Yeah, it wasn't a real one, was it?

Well old Len swears it was, yeah.

Yeah, it was some of
those Jap replicas, Gov.

Oh well.

It's all blood under the bridge now.

Right then, Bill.

Let's get back to the big
bad world of bent bog rolls.

Right, Gov.

[engine roaring]

Everything okay, Mister Booth?

Yes.

Look.

I didn't mean to butt in on your problems,

you know what I mean.

Don't you worry about the job.

We'll find someone else, okay.

It was nice to have met you, Mister Booth.

You said cash?

You did say cash?

Mister Booth.

I must be honest with you.

You've got a lot of problems.

Yes, but I need to work.

And things have been
a bit upturned lately

and I could do you a good job.

Yeah, but you see,

we might want some references.

Not about your work, just
personal, you understand?

Just to make sure you've
got no criminal record.

Nothing like that.

You do understand.

-A record?
-Of course not.

Listen.

Have soon could you get us some samples?

Well, within a week.

Handsome.

Mister Booth,

welcome to the toy trade.

Yeah, but what about the materials?

And all of the--

My secretary will be in touch with you.

[door closes]

I'll give you a hand with the coats, Bill.

I'll tell you what, Gov.

Those furs are worth
a grand each, I bet.

Yeah, probably insured with two grand each

and the owner's working at tax fiddle.

Yeah, the last thing they want is a copper

to come along and give them back, eh?

Yeah, he wouldn't tell a lie.

Who?

Len.

About that cowboy gun.

I'll be all right, Fred.

I'm sorry.

I'll try to be more careful.

I'll get you a private nurse.

Somebody who'll look after you properly.

Now you said that would be all right.

No.

You can't afford it.

Who was at the door?

I won't let her give you any drugs

or medicines or anything like that.

It would cost a fortune.

But you've got to have someone.

[phone ringing]

Morning, Gov.

-Morning.
-Morning!

Morning, Gov.

♪ Where have all the bog rolls gone? ♪

[yelling] Bloody shit!

[singing and laughing]

Did I miss playtime?

Here you go.

What, all this lot?

Yes, Governor.

Oh dear, oh dear.

[papers crackling]

Well hello.

It looks like old Len's Colt
45 is still right in the range.

There's an old woman
complained to a PC in Fullom,

that she saw a kid with a gun.

Take a little walk, George.

See if you can get a
copy off the registrar

on old Len's job.

Governor, look at these
files I've got to--

Hi, Gov.

George.

You placed any of it yet, Jack?

No, nothing, Gov.

Well, keep trying.

That's what we are doing!

Insurance, shipping companies, everything.

Your squad made the arrests?

Yeah, and we've gotta
find the owners, I know.

If you ask me, it's all bent.

Jack, at the risk of being tedious,

might I remind you,

there were three charges
of dishonest handling.

Even though we know it was robbery,

because we couldn't find the owners

of the stolen property,

which means we're getting
out of practice, right.

All right governor.

What's that, George?

Coffee.

Well I can see that.

I'm a detective.

Oh, a telex from Division.

What's it about?

Oh, just some old woman going on

about kids and cowboy guns.

So?

Well it was the news agent.

Claims he was held up by a
kid with a real cowboy gun.

Do you remember, some time last week.

Well who's handling the inquiry?

Divisional CIT.

A word, Jack, please.

Jack.

I know that the task in hand

is not making great
inroads into your capacity

for solving major crime.

But nonetheless it's a
job that has to be done.

And done by your squad, right?

I would appreciate it,

if you'd stop wasting the taxpayers money

by attempting to duplicate work

that's being carried out competently

by a divisional team.

George!

[Recorder Female Voice] Ward Enterprises

calling Mister Booth please.

Hang on, please.

I'll connect you now.

Speaking.

Hello!

Speaking!

Hi, Fred?

Arthur.

Fred.

I had to let our agency in Holland.

have the two samples,

you know what I mean.

Holland, yeah.

How you going on with the others?

We'll have to get some more

as soon as possible, you know.

Yes, I'll let you have some tomorrow,

if I can.

Eh?

Yes!

But you must understand

that I'm only using
the tube for a 38, boy.

And not a 45.

Yes.

Can he bring the money?

No.

No, she's no better.

Thanks.

Bye.

[machine whizzing and whistling]

This statement Len made
is the same as he told me.

Except there's more details in this.

This kettle's stupid.

Well, pull the plug out then!

Oh yeah.

Don't know about that old woman, though.

Now look, Governor.

There's no evidence that the gun,

if there is a gun,

has ever been fired, right?

So what makes you think it was a real one?

What makes you think it's the same gun?

What, two cowboy guns in three weeks?

It's a bit of a coincidence, aint it?

Yeah, I suppose so.

But old Len, he's as
straight as a die, you know.

And old Jack
knows how to drum up an inquiry,

when he gets fed up

with trying to trace the
owners of stolen property,

don't he?

[laughs]

No, I think it's time we
put ourselves about a bit, eh?

Better than drinking that coffee. Eww!

Oh dear, oh dear.

Anybody want a rotten coffee?

Missus Booth,

I know what I'm talking about.

You should be in a hospital.

At least, let me get a doctor.

You still don't understand, Miss Robson.

I've been a Christian scientist

since I was a girl.

I've healed myself by faith
of a lot of things before.

Missus Booth, you're very ill.

You don't seem to realize.

You have to have help.

My mother belonged.

Twice, when everyone
thought she was dying,

her faith brought her back.

[machine clicking]

[upbeat rock music]

Yeah, you won't find cheaper down East lane
and everything's going for

One price.

20 quid.

15.

Leave off, Lee.

That'll be 12.40.

Not when it's off the back
of the lorry, eh? [laughs]

Let's have a look at it, eh?

Listen.

I've got something a bit cheaper for you.
Hold tight.

This is the fanciest one we have.
It'll be out in a minute look at that, look

Pearls.

What are you doing.

What's your game?

What's your game?

Well I'm more interested in that, aint I.

Now, look, 15 quid.

15 quid this is.

That or the other thing?

It's out of your league son.
Out of your league.

Ah, come off it, where did you get them?

"Where did I get them?" Now C'mere
Listen, listen...

Got off a Yank.

And he got it off his granddad.

Butch Cassidy.

Yeah.

Of course I've had him checked.

They're okay.

They're being re-cased for 38s.

I might be able to,

if I can get--

Hello Arty!

Fancy a drink?

What?

No.

Some other time eh?

See you later alligator.

[engines roaring]

Here, I'll give you 40 for the one.

I'm not selling.

50.

Well I ain't got that much on me,

but I got some mates back there,

I could borrow it from.

Don't you understand?

It's not the money.

Well, 60!

I'll bring it round tomorrow night.

Listen.

If old Bill gets a hold of you,

he will not only nick ya.

He'll throw you in the Tower of London

and swallow the key.

You gotta license for one of these?

Why, you?

Of course.

Small arms expert
in the Foreign Legion.

65!

Guineas.

Right.

Cash.

What are guineas?

Let me tell you.

[engines roaring]

[people chatting]

[dramatic music]

[quirky upbeat electronic rock music]

[engine roaring]

As soon as you mention cowboy guns,

they think you're taking a mickey.

Can I help you, love?

Yeah.

Now keep calm, lady, put your hands down.

Put your hands down, come on.

Now stay still, we won't hurt you, okay?

[till pinging]

Don't worry, Missus, no
harm will come to you.

Just keep calm.

And stay there 'til we've gone, okay?

[dramatic music]

[music turns up-tempo]

[yelling] Stop!

Stop them!

[yelling madly]

They robbed my shop!

Stop them!

[gun fires]

[footsteps thumping]

[engine roaring]

[tires screeching]

[doors slamming]

Where's the one who was shot at?

It was me, sir.

What happened?

Well I was coming down that way,

when the shopkeeper shouted.

I saw two girls running away

and I chased after them.

One fired a gun and well it
seemed to fly out of her hand.

But they got away.

Yes, sir.

You weren't exactly looking
for medals then, were you.

I stopped because I didn't want to leave

a loaded weapon lying in the road, sir.

Well if you'd been thinking better,

you'd have realized,

that if you would have got the girls,

we would have stood a better chance

of finding out where the gun came from.

Sir.

The scenes of crime people been?

No, sir, not yet.

They wore gloves, sir.

Any prints on it, are likely to be mine.

Not your day, is it?

No, sir.

Don't worry about it, mate.

He's a bit uptight.

He thinks there might be more
of these almost pistols about.

I went for the gun, skippet.

Well it seemed like a
good idea at the time.

Yeah.

I happened to be passing

and it might tie in with
something else I'm working on.

That's it, I take it?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, that's quite a
thing though, ain't it.

I thought it was a 45, this is a 38.

[door slams]

Yeah, well,

I'll be in touch with your Governor then.

Okay, fine.

Cheers.

Come on, George,

we've got a few more calls to make.

Cheerio, lads.

Sir.

Drive carefully.

Who are they?

The Abbey Mob, Gov.

[engine roaring]

[tires screeching]

I know, but if Len doesn't know much else,

he knows the difference
between a 45 bore and a 38.

And if he's right,

that means that there are two of them.

At least.

We've only seen one.

[sighs]

Come on.

We'll make this the last one for the day.

[doors slamming]

We've got visitors.

Don't worry,

we've got nothing here at the moment.

Oh, Mister Regan.

Sit down Blateny,

you look more honest when you're bent.

You mind if we have a look around?

I've got nothing here.

Whatever it is, you're looking for.

I'm right out of the business.

[drawer slamming]

Well, that's nice.

[drawer slamming]

You're not still exporting cars
without the owner's consent?

You were told

the Commissioner warrants
are going out of fashion?

You invited us in.

Did I?

Yeah.

[doors slamming]

I told you, sit down.

[engine roaring]

Why does he wanna see me?

I'm not looking for a job,

if that's what it is.

I'm all set up,

do you know what I mean?

See I used to work for Mister Blateny,

when he was in the car wash.

But I was never in on anything,

you know what I mean?

Just tell me what he wants to see me for?

Listen,

I haven't seen him since he came out.

I never knew of anything of
Mister Blateny's business.

Always kept me nose clean,

you know what I mean?

[trash smashing]

Do you mind telling me

what you're grabbing round for, Regan?

Yeah.

Need a car, Sergeant?

Yeah, if you stick a
blue light on the top.

What does he wanna see me for?

I mean I've done nothing to no one.

[engine roaring]

[doors slamming]

Might flush something up.

Governor, that's 15 we've been through.

And all of them couldn't
have been more surprised

if we stuffed their shirts with ice cubes.

Yeah, but at least it's got them worried.

Mind you,

if any of that lot are involved,

it's not gonna be
newsagents and sweet-shops.

No, those guns are gonna be turning up

in payroll jobs and banks.

It's gotta be kids.

No, wouldn't feed a pigeon.

Look, take it or leave it.

Okay, you let me know.

Hello, Squire.

Long time no see.

Well, well well.

Artie Ward.

What are you doing these days?

Oh, I'm doing fine, Mister Blateny.

Fine.

[laughs]

Yeah, last I heard of you,

you were selling flags for the
Half Award Foundation sons.

[laughs]

Oh, things have changed since
all that, Mister Blateny.

Don't pay, you know what I mean.

I'm straight.

See.

I've discovered it's easier

making an honest living.

[can bopping]

You've forgotten, Mister Blateny,

I don't drink.

What you do, Artie?

I'm a salesman.

Get away.

Course things are up and
down a bit, you know.

mostly commission.

But I have me good weeks.

What did you wanna see
me about, Mister Blateny?

What you sell Artie?

Carpets, curtains, lace.

Things like that.

You know, soft goods.

I'd like to have a look at your samples.

Mister Blateny.

Of course,

of course.

I'll go straight to the office now.

And get some.

Hello, squire.

[Tripped]

[groaning]

You haven't changed a bit, have you Artie?

Well, well.

I wouldn't have believed
this was your style.

You have gone up in the
world, haven't you Artie?

Look, Mister Blateny.

Get down.

Listen, Mister Blateny.

There's a lot of big people behind this.

They could help me out,

you know what I mean.

That is two bottles of Black Label

to a little man I know,

who works in a laboratory.

Two bottles?

Inflation.

So, what have we got?

It isn't real.

It's not real 45 but it's a real gun.

Didn't stand up at close inspection.

It's not alloy, but it's
not gun metal either.

It's just mild steel,
slightly under-bored.

If it was under-bored,

the bloody thing would blow up.

That's right.

It nearly did.

That bird was really lucky.

Look, see that?

That's a hair fracture.

That's why the kick sent
it flying out of her hand.

Who the hell would want to
bring something like this

into the country?

The bloke at the lab said,

anybody with enough gear,

could tall up to make it.

And he's probably local.

Oh, and also being mild steel

and just glued over,

the firing-pin is low,

and will rust in it seat fairly quickly

unless it's kept well oiled.

Lucky Len.

Not many I--

Hello, hold up.

Morning, Gov.

Gov.

Hey Jack what the hell are you playing at?

I just had a DI from
Acton on the trombone,

complaining about you
trampling all over his evidence

on that take-away case.

And then just walking away

without a word.

Well I've got a bad smell up my nose

about those guns.

There's a full-scale Divisional inquiry

going on.

They haven't asked for help,

so leave it alone.

I've already warned you once.

This the second and last time.

Yeah, hold on.

Governor, it's for you.

Yes, Haskins.

Yes, sir.

As a matter of fact,

one of my DI's had a
few ideas about those.

Right, sir.

[phone clanking]

ACC's office.

And what am I supposed to have done?

Fused their tea urn?

[chuckles]

They're preparing some
search warrants for us.

I'd like you to wait
here until they arrive

and I shall need the full available team.

And what are we looking for?

Cowboy guns.

[laughs silently]

[loud thumping]

He's clean.

No record.

And he doesn't know what
you doing with them?

Is that right?

Well, I still haven't heard his name.

Mister Blateny--

I said his name!

[groaning]

His name!

It hardly started yet, Artie.

[groaning] Booth.

Booth!

Fred Booth.

[gasping] ?? Gattam Road.

Under the bridge.

Just you and him?

Nobody else knows?

No. [groans]

Okay, Artie.

You working for me now.

You just be a good boy,

and I'll look after you.

You just keep getting the
goods from Mister Booth.

And I'll do the rest.

[moans]

Everything will work out fine.

Well don't just stand there!

Get the man some Aspirin or something.

Then you can run him home.

[Torch Wooshing, Sparks buzzing]

[phone ringing]

Lily's all right?

She's not any worse, is she?

[sighs] oh...

It's you, Mister Ward.

Fred.

We've got to fill a decent order.

You've got to step it up.

We've got to get them right away,
this lot.

I can't.

I've gotta be with the wife every night,

before the nurse goes.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah I know,

but see, look, Fred.

Fred I'll be honest with you.

See, while it is my firm,

I don't hold the majority shares,

do you know what I mean?

So I'm under a lot of pressure.

It's even starting to
tell on my wife and kids.

Oh God.

I know.

Yeah, I know.

But see, I said, you could do it.

I'll do what I can.

[footsteps thumping]

No, nothing.

Right on your bike, son.

[Boy] Pigs!

Oy!

Are we gonna search every kid in the met?

Have you got a better idea?

What about a drink?

Come on!

[laughs]

Wait, it was you.

What, that?

Oh you.

Oy, you're getting it
all over you. [laughs]

[glass smashing]

Oy!

- You!
- Oh yeah?

Just get that bottle off the road.

Do it yourself!

Don't be stupid, it's dangerous.

Now get it off the road.

Drop dead!

Look.

If you do what I say,

I won't say anything about it, all right?

- Oh, you're gonna say something?
- I said give it to me.

Here.

[glass smashing]

[laughs]

Clear off.

I'm a police officer.

Give it to me.

[Sucker Punch!]

[dramatic drum fill]

[dog barking]

[dramatic upbeat music]

[gun fires]

[shrill screams]

Well that was a total waste of time.

What we gonna do?

You all right?

I can't get it out of my mind.

What?

If I hadn't bothered that young copper,

his mate wouldn't have
had to go on his own.

Oh, leave it out, Governor.

It's all Gunga Din, wasn't it?

It was just bad luck.

Did they get anything
out of the kid's parents?

Yeah, I spoke to Dave Harris' skipper.

Mom and dad can't believe it.

Well they found some
38 ammo in his bedroom.

[sighs] Come on.

Let's get back on the road.

[engine roars]

Mister Booth, you've got to do something.

Why, what's happened?

[sighs] She's all right.

If you can call her all right

when you're letting her die.

She's going to be all right.

Mister Booth.

I worked for a doctor once,

who was interested in what
I think your wife has.

And I nursed a patient.

I think she's got Addison's disease.

Addison's disease?

All the symptoms are there.

The darkening of her skin,
her extreme weakness.

But if she's treated now,

and not an operation, just injections.

She can be brought back to normal.

I've seen it.

I'll have to think.

I need more time.

I don't think you've got any more time.

I just look forward all day
to you coming home, Fred.

You've been working hard again too.

I can tell.

My faith's still strong, you know.

That Miss Robson's nice.

But she keeps saying I
have to go into a hospital.

You won't let her do anything, will you?

Are you?

Are you all right, Fred?

Oh yes.

Yes.

What's the matter, love?

Oh my God!

I've gotta think about something.

Now a copper's been topped,

it'll be off at all means.

Won't it?

If they find Artie, he's bound to grass.

Get Artie.

Get those guns.

Well get going then!

Okay, all right.

DI Regan.

Oh, I see.

What time will he be back?

No.

No, no message.

Dicky, hang about.

Bring them.

Keep your dabs off 'em.

[upbeat funky music]

[humming]

Jack, George.

Gov.

Oh, there's no further developments?

Half the Met's been up all night.

Well two of them have anyway.

Yes.

Well I'm off to an ACC's briefing.

I may have some more for you after that.

Wondered why he was up so early.

Right up his street that.

Two hours being nice to the rubber plant.

Everyone's working on the bloody case.

Can't we go home?

Hey, get off me!

Shut up.

Get off, get off!

Mister Blateny.

Shush!

You'll wake the neighbors.

Now.

Artie.

[paper crackles]

What you make of that?

Oh my God.

Yeah.

Well, Casanova.

While you've been getting your naughties,

half the old Bill have
been out looking for you.

But they don't know me, Mister Blateny.

I mean, they can't.

None of those kids knew me.

I never gave them a name.

No.

But all of them could give a
bloody good description though.

No.

Look, there's no time to argue.

How long you been keeping here?

Two weeks.

But no one knows I'm here, honest.

What about the gun geezer?

Yeah well,

I mean,

well he won't speak, will he.

I mean, it's not worth his while, is it?

[laughing]

No.

Neither is it yours, sunshine.

[gasping]

Look.

You stay here.

Don't move 'till I send for you.

Get it?

Now.

You're gonna cut me in on a nice deal.

It blew up,

but I don't wilt shorty.

I owe it to you to look after you.

Get rid of him.

Hold on!

Oh my good God.

Can I have me handbag?

-[bag smashing]
-Get out!

[typing]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Yeah, hold on.

Hold on.

Governor.

It's for you.

Regan.

What have I done to deserve
such an honor Mister Blateny?

That young copper.

I know who was knocking
out those cowboy bolters.

Artie Ward.

[Jack] Right.

I hope you're not wasting
my time, for your sake.

[phone clicking]

Artie Ward?

[George] Don't know him.

[humming]

[engine roaring]

[kissing sound]

[hip and cool, upbeat music]

[doorbell ringing]

Yes.

Police.

- What do you want?
- We're looking for Artie Ward.

[door banging]

Was he here last night?

Yeah.

Off and running.

Look George, you check it out here.

I'm going back to see Blateny.

Come on, Ryan.

Excuse me.

Has he ever talked about guns to you?

What?

Pardon, pardon?

Guns?

Oh, no!

Has he ever tried to sell you any guns?

No, no, no, no.

Have you ever seen any guns.

No.

Can I have a look around?

Thank you.

I've never done anything right.

There was the bike shop.

There was the garage.

Now the workshop.

They've all failed.

And now I'm gonna--

Fred, it's not your fault

if people have let you down.

If,

if only you had more faith.

Fred.

I warned you not to
waste my time, Blateny.

I'm not wasting your time, Mister Regan.

No?

You just sent me on a wild goose chase!

Looking for a little spieler,

whose only form is two
convictions for petty fraud!

Artie was in here yesterday afternoon

hawking cowboy guns.

After I saw you?

Yeah, well, look I'm no grass.

A copper's killed, right?

Now I owe it you, to give you a lead.

You find Artie, you'll
find those shooters.

Come on, Blateny.

You fitted up a no-no.

If I look hard enough--

You so much as sneeze in here, Regan.

And my brief will have you over

as soon as wink.

I'll be back with a W.

Yeah.

Well it's down to you, innit?

[dramatic music]

[Recorded Female Voice] Ward enterprises

calling Mister Booth please.

Hang on please, I'll connect you now.

[door slams]

[loud thump]

What are you doing?

[shushing]

Ward!

Ward!

It's the police!

If you don't come down,

I'm gonna come up there

and I'm gonna blow your head
right through that roof!

Ward!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot, don't shoot.

I'm coming down, I'm coming down.

Come down very slowly, son.

Listen, don't you listen
to them, it wasn't me.

It wasn't me, it was Blateny.

I didn't know anything was wrong.

But Blateny told me they were just toys.

Toys?!

Bloody policeman's been killed!

God forbid and rue the day.

I didn't think anything
was wrong, honestly.

Listen, I'll tell you the truth.

I thought everything was
all straight and legal.

All 6 and 8 and lovely, you see.

It's Fred Booth or Blateny.

Fred Booth?

Blatney, Booth, he made the guns.

He did.

Listen, I had a feeling in me heart.

A bit of wind at the toll.

Yeah, never mind all the dialogue,

get him down, George.

I knew that was a bit of scold.

Come on.

We'll listen to that later.

Down.

What do you mean, down,
what do you think I am?

Got up there didn't you?

-Get down.
-Superman?

Hold tight.

Oh mother of God.

[engine roaring]

Who's that?

In front of her, Bill.

[tires screeching]
Just a minute, miss!

Police, who are you?

I'm an agency nurse.

What were you doing in there?

I've been looking after a Missis Booth.

She's very sick.

What about Mister Booth?

Her husband.

He's mad.

He's gonna let her die.

He got a gun?

What?

Hey, listen, you wanna talk
to that crowd in there,

not me.

Crowd?

Yes, in the bedroom.

Get her in the car, get a statement.

Thank you, come on.

I'd like to go in now.

There's several of 'em.

For all we know there could be

a lot of Booth's guns about here now.

Look, I can't let you do that, Jack.

Look, Governor,

it's either now or a long long wait,

with somebody likely to
get hurt in the end anyway.

Now please, before they got time to think.

All right.

I'll go round the back,

you take the front.

Round the back Haskins strikes again.

And He stood over her,
and rebuked the fever.

And immediately, it left her.

And she arose and ministered unto them.

And when the sun was setting,

all they that had sick
with divers diseases,

brought them onto Him

and He laid His hands on--

[door banging]

Oh.

[George] Governor!

[footsteps thumping]

Down here.

It's all right.

I've been waiting for you.

Come on.

There's nothing to be
frightened of, Missis Booth.

I'm only doing this
because Fred's in trouble

and I want to help him.

But I'll not lose my faith, you know.

Of course you won't.

[door slamming]

Do you think he knew what he was doing?

Let the courts work that one out.

All I know is a bloody good
young copper was killed.

And if anyone had had the time

to listen to an old newsagent,

it might never have happened.

[siren wailing]

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