All language subtitles for The Sweeney S3E13 On The Run 25FPS

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

[Hospital Announcer] Dr.
Richardson to casualty.

[phone ringing]

Third floor.

Right.

[intensifying repetitive electronic music]

[Hospital Announcer]
Will doctors please go

to the counsel?

Ah!

[shouting]

[intense electronic music]

The Sweeney Theme!

I'm gonna kill that fish.

Come if you want, stay
at home if you want,

I'm going to kill that fish.

You can be Brody.

Who's Brody?

Chief of Police in Amity.

You know, "Jaws."

I'm Quint, we're after the great white.

The great white what?

You don't know anything about sharks.

No, not a lot.

Hey, hang about, I've got something.

[chuckles]

Fish like this needs a lot of food.

And how would you like it Mr. Quaint,

steamed, grilled or fried?

Quint, not Quaint.

Oh, you could've fooled me.

[lighthearted music]

[intense pulsating music]

[doorbell rings]
[knocks]

[laughs]

Come on, through here.

Everything went off all right, yes?

Not bad.

What went wrong?

One small problem.

You are traveling Pinder, young man.

Sit down, everything's catered for.

All inclusive.

Where is this place?

Oh it's a quiet little house
on a modest little street

in a modest little part of--

Stuff it, Pinhead.

It belongs to the sister of my friend.

You and your friends.

You're one of them so don't knock it.

Got some nice pickings.

We don't touch.

Not a thing.

If you say so, Pinhead.

So where's the sister?

Germany.

How old is she, this sister?

Well, I don't know, 50, 60?

[laughs]
Who's this?

Well that's him.

That's my friend, that's uncle.

Uncle.

Who's this?

Grandad?
[laughs]

Grandad.

No, that's Vagner.

[smooth jazzy music]

Thought you were parking it.

I was.

It's a Mini you know, not a Concorde.

It's a mini carpark.

[laughs]

Powder my nose, I'll be right back.

I'll be gone off the whole idea by then.

Oh, no!

I close my eyes and when I
open them, he won't be there.

Guv'nor.

I am not guv'nor, I am
Mr. Regan from London

and I've come down to silly
Suffolk for a bit of P and Q.

But you're not on the phone.

That's what I like about it.

Well what name could I mention
that would bring you back?

There isn't one.

Becker Welsh?

Never heard of him.

All right, what about Cook?

Tim Cook?

Kneecap blowing, bookie shooting Cook.

What about him?

What are you gonna have?

I'll have a whisky.

Whisky, put it on the slate.

He's been sprung.

I don't believe it.

Drat like that, he's not worth it.

All right then he's escaped.

When?

Couple of hours before I left.

Who sent ya?

Nobody, I came here on me own accord,

I thought you oughta know.

Yes thanks, George.

Oh, not only that, but before
he jumped over the wall,

he was talking a lot about
this certain policeman

who he's gonna fill in.

Yeah, he gets quite carried away

about what he's gonna do to you.

Yeah, I'd like to see him try.

I wouldn't, not in that holiday cottage.

It's about secure as a bit of cheese

in a mousetrap, aren't ya?

You and--

Cook.

Who's handling it?

Ba Ba Lamb, C one.

-This mine?
-Well--

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Cheers.

Obviously I missed something.

What happened?

We hit an iceberg?

I'm sorry love, Detective
Sergeant Carter, Pat Knightly.

Miss.

Oh.

A villain we put away some
months ago, psycho case,

he's got out so he's gotta be put back.

By you.

Well, not exactly but we both know him.

You know, the way his mind works.

Even though he's a nutcase?

Well that's why they sent
for me, right George?

Yeah, that's right, yeah.

I'll go and turn the car on, sir.

I won't have a drink.

A new silk negligee, umpteen
phone calls to Belgium,

I've traded every weekend
til the end of the year--

I'm sorry love.

So you're leaving me.

With a tin of worms, a sink
full of last night's washing up

and a cigarette burn on my duvet.

A new what?

You know what.

Ah, we'll probably pick
him up within a few hours.

I could be back this time tomorrow.

Oh, I'll leave a candle in the window.

Still it must be flattering.

What must?

To be so indispensable.

Oh yeah, it is, very.

Very flattering.

Listen don't tell me how
hard you're grafting,

tell me what you've got.

Right well I'll tell you what I want.

I wanna check on every con who shared
a cell with him.

I wanna know when he last had a visit.

Last had a letter.

Last had a bowel movement.

Any screws on the fiddle.

Yeah and a happy George Blake to you too.

You're not the birdman of
Alcatraz, if you can get the good

word off any passing pigeon, nick it.

Right I'll ring you back in an hour.

All right, two hours.

Well?

Tug.

Tug Wilson.

Oh, that's the name.

He's emigrated, gone to live

with his daughter in Australia.

They'll never notice one more.

You haven't got a good word
to say about anybody have you?

No.

Jack.

Out.

Back to your fishing.

Look Frank, we know more about--

You are supposed to be
in the country on leave,

now go on, get back there.

All right, do you want to explain to Ba Ba

or should I give him a bell?

What?

Ba Ba Lamb, DCS in C one.

I know who he is, explain what?

Well, he's handling the
fine Cook enquiry isn't he?

And what about it?

Well he needed help so
I offer our services.

And what did he say?

Well he wants to meet in
his office in 20 minutes.

You better get down there George,

tell him we can't make it.

All right guv'nor.

Wait.

Jack.

I'd appreciate it if in
future you would consult me

before offering your services.

Yeah I'm sorry Frank but I
thought it was top priority.

You know, hold the front page type.

He really got under your
skin didn't he, Cook?

Rushing back from leave.

What's it all about,
what's the explanation?

I told ya.

George and I know him.

There's more to it than that.

He became an obsession
with you the last time

'cause you're Mr. Hyde
isn't he, Dr. Jekyll.

Your mirror image.

Timothy John Cook, the
vicious armed robber

recently jailed for 15
years escaped early today

in a daring switch at a London Hospital.

The getaway was made
in the prison vehicle,

used to transport Cook from the prison.

Soon after the alarm was raised,

the minibus was found
abandoned ten minutes

from the hospital, and police
are thought to be linking

Cook's escape with the
murder of George Lorraine,

a bank robber who--

George who?

Lorraine, as in quiche.

A bank robber whose
body was recently found

in Epping Forest.

Police believe that a syndicate
involved in a series of

violent crimes may have sprung Cook--

What a load of all cobblers.

You seen what they're calling ya?

The Leopard.

What are you trying to do?

Frighten the photographer?

Where's it say The Leopard?

Reading's not your strong suit is it?

Dyslexican or whatever they called it.

Whatever who called it?

Psychiatrist.

They asked me up in the army, that did.

Amongst other things.

Could've been a para but for that.

Yes, yes, that's just about your mark.

Well I fancied that!

Saw meself as a para.

I don't like to bring this up, this early,

but you do realize that
this little escapade has

just about cost me everything you have.

You'll get your bread.

I've taken quite a few
risks for you, young man.

Risks.

Baker from the scrubs.

Yes, all right.

No, he scared you witless.

It was coming out of your ears.

Yeah all right well we--

That long, giant fancied you.

Cookie, come on.

Five gallons of hot scalding
boiling water down his legs.

Forget it Cookie, come on.

Me.

Yes you.

Me!

Yes! You!

Just shut it!

I looked after you Pinhead.

My little babe in arms, didn't I?

So don't forget it eh?

Now what have you got
to say to me, Pinhead?

Thank you.

Oh that's all right.

You know I was thinking
on the way up in the car,

what if some firm sprung
him to put him on a job?

No, hasn't got the talent.

Nah, wouldn't have the nuts
to pull a stroke like that.

He might have got lucky.

There were two faces helping guv.

It's precision timing.

Remember this was to be his
last visit to the hospital.

The final x-ray.

He should've broken his
bloody neck, not his ribs.

Spoken with feeling.

Enough to know that if he gets tilled up,

we won't take him alive.

Jack--

It's true.

It's down of 15 as it is.

What's to lose?

I'm gonna put the good use
to what the army taught me.

Do a couple of jobs, set
me up then I'm away, out.

Away where?

To open spaces.

Africa.

What happened to you Cookie?

In Ulster?

A Land Rover caught on fire
and I couldn't get out.

Caught fire or set on fire?

What do you think?

- I know uncle's got an attic.
- No!

Well why not?

No!

No!

No bullshit!

No cells because I don't like being--

Cookie, for god's sake!

Cooped up!

[whimpering]

[airplane engine roaring]

Hello Bunny, good trip?

You're joking, Manchester.

What brings you here?

I'm looking for a face.

Just been sprung from a nick.

Well you won't find him in here Jack.

All I've got is computer tapes.

Yeah but if it was me, no
passports, no questions.

You know white guards who ever wanted
to get out the island fast?

Liable.

Bloody liable!

Did you hear that, Stan?

Yeah.

Thought his name was Biggles.

Leave off, all I fly nowadays
Jack, is legit cargo.

No bodies, got it?

All right, Bunny, I
believe you, all right.

But this boy, he's hot and he wants out.

How would he set about it?

Get him with a schwartzer
outfit up spaghetti junction.

If the lemonades can
bring him in the country,

they can take him out.

That's one suggestion.

Hang round one of the
marinas, catch someone's eye.

Chichester, they tell
me is a friendly spot.

Not his scene.

Is that altimeter accurate?

No.

There's a travel agent in Victoria.

Very amenable.

Yeah I know the one.

Slips the odd one out now and then.

How's he working?

Coach parties going through Dover.

Courier puts his own passport in.

50 faces, 50 passports.

Anything else?

How many more do you want?

How many you got?

I tell you what I have got, Jack.

I gotta go.

I gotta earn my living.

[plane engine roaring]

[door squeaks]

[birds chirping]

[milk bottle glass clinking]

[door knocking]

Who are you?

What are you doing?

-[pulsating music]
-Oh! Nosy old cow!

[glass shattering]

Come back, who are you?

[door clanks]

Shaylor?

Yes?

He's sitting in on this.

Making notes.

Your privilege.

Right.

Do you know who I am?

I know who, I don't know why.

Well last week, you had
two days compassionate.

Well, me mum died.

When you came back, a little bird tells me

that you had a bunny with Cook, Tim Cook.

Not true.

Did you get a message to him?

Leave off, that's against regulations.

Choir boy, is it?

What and lose my remission?

There's no way guv, this
is a red band you know,

not Scotch Mist.

Well somebody got a message to him--

Somebody else.

All right, what was it, a phone call?

A meet? A note?

I'm sorry, guv.

You're barking up the wrong tree.

[birds chirping]

[footsteps crunching]

[panting]

[sinister music]

[birds chirping]

-[bag thumps]
-[metal clanking]

[siren wailing]

Guv'nor.

Good day, Inspector.

Thank you.

You were saying, Mrs. Haldane.

Uh yes, I thought he might be a squatter

and then when I saw him
steal the bottle of milk--

Yes, could you describe him?

Medium build, quite tall, uh, anthropoid.

I'll go and check on the print situation.

Okay.

Have you seen any photos?

He wore dark glasses.

He just ran off and I thought
I ought to call the police

and tell them what had happened you see.

I didn't know what was
the best thing to do.

Any photos in newspapers?

It was him.

The Leopard.

I see.

Mrs. Haldane, I'd like you
to look at some more photos

if you wouldn't mind.

No, of course not.

Who owns the house?

Miss Woodhouse but she's
away at the moment in Germany

on holiday.

Does she live alone?

Yes but she has a brother
who visits occasionally.

I see.

Prints galore and at least two of them,

apart from the owner that is.

Has the brother or anyone
else visited the house

while Miss Woodhouse has been away?

No, no one, other than the--

The anthropoid man.

There's a gaggle of prints inside.

Thank you Mrs. Haldane.

Inspector.

Anthropoid?

It's a sort of coke,
they burn it on stoves.

No, that's anthracite.

Yeah, much the same thing.

[birds chirping]

[sinister music]

Berks.

[door slams]

Poxy cricket!

[glass shattering]

[upbeat orchestral music]

Oh!

Good?

Oh better than good.

How much better?

Sensual, luxurious?

Sybaritic.

Epicurial?

Remind me, who was he?

An Athenian philosopher who
thought that the highest good

is pleasure, pure unbridled pleasure.

Uncle?

Yes?

May I ask you a favor?

Have you spent all your pocket money?

No, nothing so banal.

Nothing banal, my dear, about money.

Not having it, that is banal.

[laughs]

I have a friend.

Someone I met inside.

Yes, ask and it shall be given.

-Probably.
-[giggles]

Well..

Go on.

I wondered if he can come
and stay here for a few days.

Yes, of course, if that's what you wish.

I told you, treat this as your own home.

Are you sure you won't mind?

Not in the least.

He's not a Greek.

Very few are, dear boy.

More a Roman.

Shh, shh, shh, shh,

shhhh, shh, shh.

[exhaling sharply]

Wallasey, Colchester--

Night George.

Night Mary.

Your name's not George.

Her name's not Mary.

[laughs]

Hello, Mr. Fielder?

It's Mr. Regan from London.

Is Miss Knightly in next door?

Could you bang on the wall for me?

Thank you.

Is that Pat's name?

-Knightly.
-[laughs]

Don't even consider it.

-No, I knew her sister, Twice.
-[laughs]

Watch it.

Uh yeah, could you ask
her to give me a ring

when you next see her?

Ta.

Bad line?

Mutton Jeff.

Oh didn't know you care guv.

Prison uniform, if it doesn't fit,

they'll change it for you.

Cook's?

They found it on the
overnight ferry from Sherbo.

Bit heavy handed isn't it Frank?

Why?

Why didn't he just throw it
over the side into the sea?

Well someone might've spotted it.

In the dark?

No, I don't like it.

Well, that's up to you.

Did you get that message from C-3?

No, did I?

No.

About the two sets of
prints in the empty flat.

Cook's?

Definitely.

And another con's.

Anyone we know?

Character name of Pinder.

George?

No, I don't recognize the name.

Anything special about him?

Only one thing, he's still
doing time in Pentonville.

Come again?

That's what I said.

[footsteps thumping]

[birds chirping]

[car roaring]

[knocking]

Quick, get inside!

This is nice.

Why didn't you come when I phoned?

All night in this bloody cage!

I'll burst.

It's lovely.

Part of rural England.

It's all right for you.

I break out, I get caught.

I don't, I pop my cork!!

Relax.

It's all over.

What, he bought it?

I'm very persuasive.

[laughs]

Bob's your bloody uncle.

No attics.

No attics.

Pinhead.

There is one thing, don't
foul this up for me, Cookie.

You see, next to his
sister, I'm all he's got.

And he's got plenty.

[laughs]

"Comfortably off" they call it.

That's middle class for loaded.

He is going to trail me
round every ruin in Europe.

Oh, this is the big one
Cookie, I can feel it.

This is the one--

Enough of that crap!

What did you do with the uniform?

I had it dropped.

It's probably in France by now.

It cost quite a lot.

I told you, or it gets you nicked!

Thank you.

[doors slam]

[footsteps thumping]

[phone beeps]

Yes?

They're here sir.

Yes, I know.

[footsteps approaching]

Inspector Regan.

Mr. Stackman.

Stackman in charge of hostel here.

Yeah Detective Sergeant Carter.

Hello.

It's about Pinder isn't it?

That's right, yeah.

Well, come in.

Well, as you know, we're
a halfway house between

prison and freedom.

Prisons are locked up at night,

they have outside employment--

During the day and on weekend leave, yeah.

Can they go anywhere?

Well, no, no, no, only
to approved addresses

like a parole lead.

Who approves them?

Oh I do.

So where was Pinder last
weekend for example?

Well, if you give me a
minute, I'll show you.

Um, yes, he was at a local address.

A Mr. Woodhouse.

Woodhouse?

Yes, ex-JP.

He's a fundraiser, a big man
in the charity department.

That's the name of the house.

Yeah.

Yeah, don't mention any of this to Pinder,

he might just lead us to Cook.

Oh no, of course not.

When did he book in again?

Um, Sunday evening.

What does he do during the day?

He works for a garage.

He tunes racing cars.

It's a good job.

Mr. Woodhouse was a great help here.

An ex-JP you say?

Why did he quit the bench?

Any idea?

Well, you see, our Mr. Woodhouse
got a little too fruity.

Homo sapiens?

Yeah.

Bit dangerous putting him
with Pinder wasn't it?

Good looking boy like that.

Well, I didn't know at the time.

You didn't do anything
about it afterwards?

Well, I didn't think it was necessary.

Let's have the address please.

[car engine revving]

No, the last time I saw Cookie

was when we were in the scrubs together.

So close to coming out.

It'll be silly to cock
it up now wouldn't it?

Wouldn't it?

You know your friend, Woodhouse?

He's got a sister, she's
got a house in Bloomsbury,

did you know that?

I've been there.

So has Cookie.

Did you know that?

She travels around a lot.

I must have told him when
we were inside together.

He worked it out for himself, he's smart.

Did you know that?

Yes, I do have an interest in the boy.

Where was he last weekend?

With me.

Here?

Most of the time.

A house was broken into.

A house in central London.

It belongs to your sister.

Oh no.

How tedious.

Pinder's fingerprints were found in there.

-[laughs]
-Yes they would be.

Why is that?

Because I sent him up there.

May I ask why?

Yes.

To flick around with a duster.

I see.

When did you hear about
this, this break in?

Sunday.

Oh, he was there Saturday.

The same day as a friend of
his, Cook escaped from prison.

Yes, London's a very large place.

An awful lot happens there.

The long arm of coincidence?

I suppose you're gonna tell me

you've never seen or
heard anything of Cook?

That is almost a presumptuous
question, Inspector.

I no longer serve on the bench

but I haven't lost my sense
of direction or justice.

Then I needn't remind you
it's an indictable offense

to harbor or aid an escaped prisoner.

You needn't.

You fool, you damned stupid fool.

Pinhead said--

Don't ever mind about that
boy, leave him out of it.

He's worth 50 of you, do you hear me, 50!

He said he's going to work it out.

Yes, but he didn't bank
on you flaunting yourself

around did he?

Who would?

Am I safe here?

No! Of course you're not safe.

They'll pick up Ian and they'll
check his story with mine

and then they'll be here with
a warrant, just like that.

You're the ignominy of it.

I want some bread.

And the humiliation.

Money, mizoma!

If you spoil things for
that boy, for him and me,

I'll have you hunted like a rabid dog.

That boy!

That boy?!

What about this boy?!

Get out of it!

Money!

Make it yourself!

[sinister jarring intense repetitive electronic music]

Ahhhh!!!

[shouting]

Come on unky.

I've got something for ya, unky.

[groaning]

[shouting]
[Echoing]

[Inaudible yelling] unky, kiss me boy-o!

No, no, no!

-[shouting]
-[glass shattering]

What's this?

Burning one of my shirts.

Why?

I had blood on it.

Oh my god, you haven't killed him?

Sure you weren't followed?

Positive.

What's going on, Cookie eh?

What's been happening?

When I got back to uncle's,

the place was swarming with cops.

What have you done?

Me? Nothing.

Come on Cookie, tell me what's going on?

Oh! That.

Bit of a punch up, that's all.

Against him?

He's a 60 year old man,

he doesn't know a thing about fighting!

Well he knows a wee bit more
than he did two hours ago.

You pig, you great sadistic pig.

He was shopping you too
so don't waste your time.

I don't believe you.

It's true!

He told me.

I don't believe it.

Well don't.

But remember, you're in it
up to here the same as I am.

Oh, you think that's news?

The Sweeney were round the garage.

And they were at uncle's too.

The old bastard, Regan.

Oh no.

[door slams]

[engine revs]

What's all this?

Oh god, someone's been living here.

[footsteps approaching]

Two minutes, Inspector, that's all.

Thank you Matron.

Sister.

Sister.

[sirens wailing]

Hard not to say it.

Pinder with him?

Nothing to do with him.

Two of a kind.

That's not true.

Cook's mad.

Stark, raving mad.

Any idea where he went?

How was he traveling?

On foot.

We'll come back, get a statement later.

Superintendent.

Inspector.

I've seen worse places growing up,
have you guv?

Yes I have.

Well the calvary at last.

Guv.

Do you ever read your bible, Jack?

Well, I'm more of a Harold Robbins man to be honest.

There's a passage in Isaiah
about a lamb to the slaughter.

He'd like to hear from you.

I mean, a call, a greetings
telegram, a get well card.

You know, as they say, it's
the thought that counts.

Come on, Frank, we've been working

like one armed paper hangers.

Yeah, don't tell me, tell DCS Lamb.

Particularly since he had
to fight the fifth floor

to get you on the case.

Yeah, I'll call him now.

Yeah, if not sooner.

There's remains of a burnt shirt

in that bin over there, bloodstained.

Forensic are on the way.

I'm gonna have this
place under surveillance.

According to the description
we got, he was wearing this.

The one coat, he's not gonna
come back for that is he?

No, but he might come back for this.

So, we'll give it 24 hours.

So what else is happening?

Well, there are roadblocks
on all the approach roads,

the local force are carrying
out a house-to-house

in the Woodhouse area, empty
property, allotments, et cetera

and the army are going to
search the common at dawn.

Frank, could we get hold of a shrink?

A psychiatrist?

Someone who knows Cook.

You know, knows his record, he
must've seen one in the nick.

Yeah, well, I'll find out.

In the meantime, you two find
yourself what might be called

a place of concealment,
I'll have you relieved later.

[car engine roars]

That'll do!

Oh!

What's wrong?

I strained something.

I've told ya.

You don't have to come.

What alternative have I got?

Now, that's a good question.

[church bells ringing]

You fancy that dog?

It's the only thing that's moving innit?

Nah, he's not gonna come back is he, guv?

Scarpered.

[birds chirping]

It's another famous you've got me into.

Is that why you're laughing?

No, I was just thinking,
the first pinch I ever made

was a peeping tom right?

And here you are, 82 years later..

What you got in yours?

Corned beef.

Cheapskate.

Ham and tomato.

He scarpered.

Yeah you said that.

I knew a bloke once that
cracked his jaw yawning.

Straight.

It's a lovely evening
for fishing in Suffolk.

Scarpered.

Oh, sit still George, for god's sake.

I can't.

What's the matter?

Guess.

Oh, it's all eye level stuff they said.

What is that poster says?

Dull it isn't.

That dog has been sniffing

round that tree for half an hour.

He's in a rut.

[birds cawing]

Did you hear me?

I heard you a mile away.

Congratulations.

Goodies.

Rich nourishing vitamins.

Luxuries'll have to come later.

[coughing]

What's the matter with you?

I don't feel good.

Fresh air doesn't agree with me.

Well you better get used to it.

Sun will be going down in a minute.

I'll light a fire then.

They won't see the smoke at night.

You're really enjoying this aren't you?

What are you trying to do?

Live up to the name the papers gave you?

What?

The Leopard?

Yeah.

Economic strengths, that's a
prime cause of violent cry.

As his affluence of course.

It's multi course.

Even when there appears
to be a clear correlation,

other factors are necessary prerequisites.

Willingness or unwillingness
of people to accept the lot.

A loss of consensus.

Yeah, it's very important, that.

What?

A loss of--

Right.

Cultural conditioning of
subgroups to use barlons

in everyday difficulties.

That should be three, not two.

Pardon?

Forget it.

The stirring up and misdirecting
of aggressiveness, three.

I see what you mean now.

Four--

No, five.

Five?

Doctor, excuse me but I've only got time

for the abridged version.

Abridged version.

Did you examine Cook in prison?

Oh yes.

What was wrong with him?

Psychopathic tendencies,
fear of being shut up--

I never knew a villain
yet who didn't have that.

I didn't mean anything like that.

It's psychopathic hatred
of being cooped up,

confined spaces, how can I put it,

a kind of king sized claustrophobia.

What about a will?

Never signed it.

Two and a half years,
gone all for nothing.

I was going to get the lot.

House, royalties, everything.

In the family?

On the first jet--

[coughs]

What's the matter?

It's cold.

Cold?

Freezing.

You're burning up.

What did I tell ya?

I got a terrible pain in the guts.

I told ya.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's not your fault.

You have to go without me.

I might just have a
think about doing that.

Back to nature sort of thing?

You could call it that, yes.

Which would tie up with
the not being cooped up.

True.

Well thanks a lot, doctor.

You've been most helpful.

Really?

Don't you want to know any more?

No.

No, that's fine, thanks.

Where's the doo-da?

The what?

You know, the whatchamacallit.

Oh, uh, turn left and head
for the sound of plumbing.

Thanks.

Guv'nor.

Oh sorry.

Hello.

Goodbye Inspector.

Bye.

Stands up straight doesn't he?

Listen we just had a report in.

There's been a break in
at a local manor house.

Well, what's missing?

12 bore shotgun.

Shotgun?

Yeah, and a box of cartridges.

Finger print labs are down there now.

They needn't bother, show me where.

That's it.

Come on, keep going Pinhead.

[groaning]

All right!

You're bleeding us both, you are.

Oh, come here.

[groaning]

What is it son?

I think it's a Jeep.

-Through here?
-Yeah.

Let's go and have a look.

We're off.

Hey what you found?

Over there, behind the bushes.

It's a Jeep I think.

Have a look.

You haven't touched it then, have you?

[Both Boys] Nah.

Don't touch it.

Get on the controls Steve, will ya?

Yeah found it.

I'll get back to central control.

Good lads.

[birds cawing]

Make them take you to the hospital.

[car screeches]

Take him to the hospital!

Who?

Him!

Do it now!

What's the matter?

What's the matter with you?

[suspenseful music]

[sirens wailing]

Spread out!

[dogs barking]

All spread out!

[dog barking]

[suspenseful stringged music]

[eerie pulsating music]

[groaning]

[intense electronic music]

Regan!

[loud gunshots]

[coughing]

Could I have two large,
three large whiskies please.

God, what a sight.

I had a little country time.

And sound.

Well, thank you for bringing him back,

what's left of him, Sergeant?

George.

I hope he won't ruin your holiday.

I hope not.

Look, we made the paper.

Detective Inspector Jack Regal--

What?

-R-E-G-A-L.
-[laughs]

Imagine you as a cinema.

Or have they turned you
into a bingo parlor?

[laughs]

Would you like another one?

Yeah, all right, go on.

Well you're not getting one, on your bike.

I won't have another one thank you.

Ta-ra.

Bye, bye Sergeant George.

[laughs]

You look awful.

Flatterer.

How much longer, Jack?

How long before it's not a
stiff neck but a broken one?

Cheers.

That's all part of the job, innit?

And of course I don't
have a fistful of careers

to choose from, bobbing's all
I know and hate it as I do,

sort of gets under the skin, doesn't it?

So when did all this happen?

Over the past three nights

while you've been charging
round the countryside.

Well, if I run,

I can probably still
catch Sergeant George.

No.

No, I'll take what's left.

You're a rotten long term risk, Jack.

I know.

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

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