All language subtitles for The Sweeney S3E5 Taste of Fear 25FPS

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-[woman sobbing]
-[crashing and banging]

[intense music]

Poxy premium bonds.

Building society, post office.

Take her ring off.

[woman screams]

Shut up or he'll cut it off.

-[car horn honks]
-Hey, Tim.

Last race, 9:37.

That'll be him.

_

You make a sound, you'll
have one leg, between you.

[Patrick] Hon, I'm back and I'm starving.

You're a Mick, you're a Paddy.

Who are you?

Where you from, Belfast, Derry?

Take the money for Christ sake.

I'm going to.

There's nothing else here.

Yes there is, you're
here, and you're a Paddy

and I don't like Paddy's.

[groans]

-I don't like Micks either.
-[man screams]

[she cries out]
[Man Yelling]

I'll show you a little trick.

-[gun fires]
-[man groans and woman screams]

[The Sweeney Theme]

[Haskins] Welcome to C8,
the Sweeney, the heavy mob.

And others that we won't go into.

Thank you, sir.

This is very impressive, I
remember the supermarket job.

I've been lucky, sir.

Well, you can only be lucky so many times.

Eight O Levels, two A
Levels, reading for the bar,

and you play cricket for the MET.

[Bob] A couple of times, sir,

pounding the beat down on fine leg.

The commander's a
sporting type, ex rugger.

Soccer, sir, inside forward.

Well, this should bloom by Christmas.

-[knocking on door]
-Come in.

Ah, Bianca, this is my secretary,

Detective Sergeant Hargreaves.

Hello.

You should meet DI Regan.

That Patrick Shaw, they
really gave him a hiding.

Shot him in the kneecap.

Oh dear, must've been
blood all over the place.

Yeah, all dry cleaning
establishments within, uh, what?

A five mile radius, George.

Right.

Mo Simmons, what's this mean?

He's one of your snouts, aint he?

One of the best, yeah.

He's just been nicked,
dishonestly handling.

The berk.

All right, leave it with me.

Oh, Jack, this is Bob
Hargreaves, I told you about him.

Oh yeah, yeah, nice to have you with us.

You don't have to be mad.

[Both] But it helps.

Yeah, that's right, yeah,
this is George Carter.

-George.
-Have we met before?

Finchley, Ross.

Corr, that's right, yeah,
Alfie Ross, he's a right--

I thought you might fill
Sergeant Hargreaves in

on the Shaw case and let
him cut his teeth on that.

Yeah, all right, guv.

Anything new on the whiskey hijack?

No, if a truckload of
dry ginger goes missing,

we'll let you know.

-[chuckling]
-Obliged.

Cigarette?

No thanks, sir, I don't.

[George] Cheers, guv.

Well Shaw's a bookie, or was a bookie.

He's got more bones
broken than I can spell.

Will he live?

He came back from the dogs
a couple of nights ago.

Catford?

Yeah, that's right.

[Bob] They run there on Tuesdays.

Yeah, well when he gets in
there's a reception committee,

isn't there?

Shotgun, steel toe caps, the whole shtick.

Did they get much?

[Jack] 700 quid.

Plus whatever they fancied from the house.

Silver, rings, the usual, you know.

Sounds more like a division job, sir.

According to info, it wasn't a local firm.

Two men, one called Tim,
no recognizable M.O.

Made a bright start then.

[uptempo music]

[Bob] Where's he going?

[George] Meet one of his
snouts, Widow Twankey.

In a launderette?

We always meet in a launderette.

Oh dear, oh lord, look at that.

There's something about school girls. ;)

Those white socks, short skirts.

What's your fetish?

I'm married.

Ah, nobody's perfect.

You married, George?

No, I was.

Ah, didn't work out.

It worked fine.

I'm afraid that's all
I can tell you, Jack.

All right, love.

Couldn't do these for us,
could you, by tonight?

[Woman] Yeah, sure, yeah.

-Mind how you go, love.
-Right.

Hello, love, can we come in?

Oh, uh, this is Sergeant Hargreaves,

he's just joined our team.

[Bob] Hello.

[George] You're not alone, are you?

No, my aunties just gone down the shops.

Any news from the hospital?

Dad's still in intensive care,
mom's a bit better though.

Did they hit her as well?

- No, it affected her ticker.
- Oh, I see.

Come in and sit down, I'll make some tea.

[George] No, no, don't worry about that.

I just wanted to know,
why weren't you working

on Tuesday night?

Well it's only part-time.

More for something to do really.

[George] Eileen pulls pints
down the local boozer.

You can pull one for me any time. ;)

[George] Did the local
boys show you any photos?

Yeah, no joy.

There was one thing though,
they had shortish haircuts.

-What, both of them?
-Yeah.

[George] Why didn't you
mention this before?

Well I just remembered.

Have you remembered anything else?

Look, I've been over and over it.

I'll get some tea.

No unusual words, distinctive
watches, tattoos, rings?

Only me mum's, they took her
wedding ring, those bastards.

Short haircuts.

Army desert?

Yeah, tie in with the
Irish angle, wouldn't it?

Well, do they know he's Irish?

Dunno, apparently the accent set them off.

Was that Tim or the other one?

Yeah, Tim, Mr. Shaw said
something and wallop.

Kneecap, the gun in the
cushion, now that's pure IRA.

IRA, yeah.

Maybe a couple of them tried to come in,

put the bite on and he wouldn't give any.

Check with the army.

We'll have tea first, eh? :)

[motorbike roaring]

[people chattering]

Hey, you allow that, do you?

What?

Your Doug chatting up birds.

Why not?

You never know where it might lead to.

He might develop a taste
for it, mightn't he?

You wanna watch it.

Why did you have to shoot that Shaw?

I've got me reasons.

Stupid ones, like leaving
a note, amateurs at work.

You start cracking skulls, you
get old bill out in strength.

A straight forward blag, nobody bothers.

Call the insurance and
save the rate payers money.

Listen, ratbag, you gave
us the wrong bloody number.

What?

You told us 27, we ended up
going round half the district

'til we found the right one,
which happened to be 24.

I told you 24, clear as a bell.

Hey!

Y-y-you r-ripped your flash coat.

Yeah.
[motorbike revving]

So what did you get, 700?

Three.

It said seven in the papers.

Yeah, well that's the papers, aint it?

On the run from the army,
I wouldn't get too flash

if I was you, soldier boy.

We got some other bits and pieces as well.

Rings, jewelry, and all that.

Yeah, well that's your problem, aint it?

I just want the readies,
you take my advice.

You didn't go far for your info, did you?

Right on your own bloody, stupid doorstep.

20, and count yourself lucky to get that.

You want more, do better next time.

[Jack] Just tell him I
called then, will you?

Detective Inspector Regan.

Yeah, yeah all right, ta.

There you go, guv.

I think friend Mo is coming
to the end of his usefulness.

Didn't he once flog you a tip, right
out of the stock press of the Standard?

- Oh yeah, he did, didn't he?
- Yeah it was him.

Yeah, it was a very expensive
five quid, that was.

How did it go?

Well, I think we might be onto something.

[Jack] Oh yeah?

George told you I had a
nose round the neighborhood.

Yeah.

Well I had a word with
the man three doors down.

Ex stockbroker, drives a minicab.

On Tuesday night, a lad
came to his house asking

for the Shaw's number.

-So?
-So he gave it to him.

-Now this lad--
-How old?

-Early 20s.
-Description?

Tallies with the one the girl gave.

Said he was from a garage.

The driver, being interested,
asked him which one.

The Wilton.

As in carpet?

There isn't one, no Wilton garage.

The driver didn't recognize
the name, and I've checked.

Well why the hell didn't
the locals pick this up?

Ah, well he went to
Newcastle on Tuesday night

to deliver some special
computer equipment.

Didn't get back 'til this morning.

The Wilton.

All right, let's put a
check on all known Wiltons.

Places named Wilton, streets named Wilton,

roads, avenues, felonry
who were married to Wilton,

et cetera, et cetera.

Right, guv.

-Well done.
-Thank you, sir.

Tall for his height, isn't he?

[phone rings]

Yeah?

And when was this?

Right, let's have an address.

Mr. Benjamin?

Yeah.

[Jack] Detective Inspector
Regan, Flying Squad.

-Oh, that was quick.
-I was told it was urgent.

That was a 32 waist when
you bought those trousers.

Still is.

Yeah, like the pound in my pocket.

Turn round, turn, turn, turn.

Here, your tailor, he was
annoyed with you, was he?

You didn't pay him, maybe?

Oh, didn't I?

Allow me.

[chuckles] I know the cutter.

He used to work at the delicatessen.

He couldn't cut salt beef either.

You said it was urgent.

I got something to show you.

Came in for repair today.

Very expensive coat.

Did you ever see a pocket that size?

Only on a Scotsman.

I've only seen one like
it once, just once.

You know what it was for?

A shotgun.

A sawed-off shotgun.

Who brought this in?

[Mr. Benjamin] A young boy.

Early 20s, short haircut?

You know him.

When did you say it'd be ready?

It's ripped, only the pocket.

It needs cleaning, I said tomorrow.

Yeah, we'll be waiting
for him, what's this?

-Could be paint.
-Could be blood.

How's your dad, love?

[Eileen] Ah, he's a bit
better today, thanks.

-Give him my best.
-Yeah, I will.

Can I get you a drink?

Nah, it's all right,
thanks, Tug, I got one.

Hanging's too good for some
of these bastards nowadays.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Who's your friend?

Ah, he's a mate of me dads,
used to be a tic-tac man.

What do you call that?

A snowball.

Looks like you could do with
some stewed rhubarb in it,

or an apple crumble or something.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

I've got some more photos to show you.

Look, I told you which one he was.

Nah, there are only nine,
come on, have a look.

[Eileen] Yeah, that's him.

You're sure?

Yeah, that's one face I'd never forget.

And he's not the violent one?

No, what's his name?

Ames he deserted from Ulster.

Had quite a good record until then.

He was a medic in the military hospital.

What turned a medic into a murderer?

Well he's not one yet,

but he might be if we don't nick him.

George, I've been reading
about it in the papers.

Some of them hardly mention me
dad having his head kicked in

or his kneecap shot off,

or whether he'll be able to
think straight or walk again.

But they all get the
money right, 700 quid.

[Cook] Where did you leave the bike?

Where you told me.

How's your arm?

Oh, great.

Should've had physio.

I had you instead, didn't
I, old nimble fingers.

I wouldn't have minded
being a chiropractor.

You got no bloody cigarettes.

Didn't hear you say thank you.

Yeah, well I never say thank you.

[knocking on door]

Yeah?

It's Tug.

Come in.

You met my friend, Gladys.

Evening both.

[Cook] So, what's new?

Oh, a little be bit of
this, little bit of that.

Yeah, but it's always little,
you think too small, Tug.

I thought there's something
you ought to know.

Oh, this should be good.

[Tug] The filth are still here.

And they're asking questions.

Yeah, same as the rest of us,

they've got a living to make.

Only this time they've got photos.

Oh, hear that Doug, they've got photos.

Full-frontal of you displaying your gongs.

Who's the photos of?

Shaw's daughter identified one of you,

I couldn't see which.

And that's the good news?

I'm going to ground I'm
dropping out for a while.

Well I'm sure your happy smiling face

is gonna be missed all over London.

Well don't say I didn't warn you.

Listen, Tug, now you're the
only one who knows we're here.

Make sure it stays like that.

[Tug] I don't grass.

Nor do we, unless we have to.

Yeah, well.

Well just, you know, wait
'til the dust settles

and I'll earwig around
and I'll look you up.

And there won't be any Mick this time.

Listen, do you know what
they did to a couple

of pals of mine?

They got fried, and I had
a shower bath in petrol,

which did me left arm in.

How do you expect I
should feel about Paddy's?

I just don't like violence.

Neither do we, especially when
we're on the receiving end.

-Understand?
-Yeah.

Yeah.

You trust him?

About as far as I can throw him.

Think he'll shop us?

Nah, no chance.

So why did he come here?

He's flapping, he's scared
in case we get nicked

and grass on him.

Would you shop him?

[chuckles]

-If the Shaw girl's right.
-She is.

If one of them is Ames,
then according to the army,

a geezer named Cook,
Tim Cook, went with him.

Cook was grabbed in Burnham,
a Land Rover ambush.

They met in the hospital.

It's funny she ID'd one and not the other.

[George] Nah, not really, you
gotta realize she was laying

on the floor, clocking Ames.

Well according to army records,

neither of them's married, so
the next of kin's the parents.

So we'll put the pictures
out on general release

and put a watch on the parent's homes.

Now, what about that coat?

Well the blood is from the blood group O.

Oh, that's a big help, that is,

45% of the population's blood group O.

Why couldn't it be AB rhesus
negative for a change?

There was a piece of
feather found in the pocket.

Feather?

Same as those in the Shaw house.

Starting to simmer.

Yeah, not before time.

What other little gems
have you got for us?

Don't think he likes me.

Only one, guv, our dry
cleaner friend from Putney.

Oh, beautiful downtown Putney.

Which is five streets
away from Wilton Avenue.

Well, get an up-to-date kemps then,

find out who lives there.

All right, guv, will do.

He's a bit sensitive, aint he?

Nah, you were a bit snide, guv,

all that little gems business.

Yeah.

I mean, he's gotta nod you out

before he gets the draw, aint he?

I dunno, I mean, the
man, he doesn't swear,

he doesn't drink, or when
he does drink it's cider.

In halves.

He's a cricketer.

Yeah, I was coming to that.

And a pound to a penny,
he's a God botherer.

well, with his size, you see,

his prayers don't have to go far.

[laughing]

Hey, George, this jacket, does it fit?

You got a new bird or something?

-The jacket.
-Turn around.

Here and there, yeah.

How much did you pay for that whistle?

40 quid.

40 quid?

You know you could've got a
new one for that, don't you?

You.

No, seriously, guv, if you
ever wanna get rid of it,

I'll buy it off you.

-Really?
-Yeah, really.

My mom's dog needs something
to sleep on, you see.

You git!

[ominous creepy music]

-[knocking on counter]
-Shop!

[Mr. Benjamin] Ah, yes sir?

[Cook] Leather coat, clean
and repair, you said today.

[Mr. Benjamin] Oh, yes,
six pound fifty, sir.

There we are, sir.

Ah, cheers, thank you.

[Mr. Benjamin] Seven
pound, fifty pence change.

There we are, sir.

Thank you very much.

[dog barking]

He's down there, come on.

There's the other one.

[motorbike vrrrrooms]

Yeah, okay, here you are.

Heads.

I stay here, you go and
get the DI, all right?

Yeah, all right.

Oh, could you bring anorak?

Sure.

I thought I told you to keep
it ready round the back.

You told me get it filled
up with petrol, and I have.

Well, don't use it up then.

Any change?

No, no, they're still in the caravan.

Look, its that blue and
white one over there.

I've got it all covered this side.

[Matt On Radio] V, where are you?

Matt, let me know when you're in position.

[Matt On Radio] Right,
guv, I'm just waiting

for Pete to clear the
civilians from the far side

of the caravan site, there's
a lot of women and kids.

Taking a hell of a time to get them out.

We can't push it too fast
or they'll make a noise.

Pete's got it all under control,
should be ready any minute.

Otherwise we're all ready our side.

[Man On Radio] Hang on a minute, guv,
- No thanks.

Pete's signaling something
now, I'm gonna have a look.

You know the first hairy one I was on.

You know, shooters, et cetera.

It was a real old sweat.

Weren't you nervous, somebody
asked him afterwards.

No, he says.

Not even a little bit?

No, funny thing is though,
somebody peed my pants.

[laughing]

[Radio] Guv, Matt here
civilians are clear, it's all yours.

Right.

That tree on the right.

George.

Go on!

[intense rapid thrilling music]

-[bangs on door]
-[glass smashes]

[Man] Oi watch out,
they're going out the back.

Out the back,
quick, quick, out the back.

-Bike!
-[gun fires]

Hold on.

-Get the bike!
-[gun fires]

[gun fires]

[Bob panting heavily]

-[motorbike starts up]
-[gun fires]

[gun fires rapidly]

[both screaming at Bob]

Leave it out!

All units, they're away on a motorbike.

Waste ground going north, move!

George, take the car, see
if you can cut them off.

Well where the hell were you?

-By the oil drums.
-I said by that tree!

[George groans]

-Lost them?!
-Lost them.

[Haskins] Well how?

We went in the door,
they came out the window.

[Haskins] But surely you
blocked all the escape routes?

-I thought I had.
-Thought?

I had!

I don't believe it.

Neither do I and I was there.

Well it's not like you, Jack,

letting villains off the hook.

I told the commander...

Doesn't matter.

Anyone hurt?

George Carter got stabbed.

-Stabbed?
-With a fork.

Anyone eating with it at the time?

It was a garden fork in a hedge.

Well I'm glad there's
something to show for it.

Is George all right?

Yeah, couple of stitches, armful of jabs.

Operation Cockup.

All right, make up a wanted folder.

See how your statement reads in that.

Jack, why the hurry?

I mean, why didn't you
suss the land out better?

I didn't think there
was virtue in waiting,

the sooner they're behind bars...

Well.

You all right now, skip?

Yeah, I'm all right, go on.

[groans]

-You all right?
-Yes.

I'm all right.

No alcohol.

Well?

[Jack] Not amused, he's not the only one.

Where's Hargreaves?

Gone home.

A couple of half-arsed bloody
amateurs and they mugged us.

Tell me it didn't happen, George.

It didn't happen.

-Where was he?
-Bob?

Hargreaves.

A couple of young tear aways,

an armed squad of highly
trained officers, and sweet F.A. !!

Well, one potential tetanus.

-He must be bent.
-Bent?

Bent as Uri Geller's whatsit.

-Oh, leave it out, governor.
-It's the only explanation.

He knew where he should've been.

Question is, do I write my
statement then get drunk

or get drunk and then write it?

Why not just get drunk?

Yeah, why not?

All right, governor, so the
caravan site is caput, right?

Yeah, as soon as C3 have finished with it.

Yeah, we've still got
the Wilton Avenue lead.

Yeah, check the files, see
if we can tie in Cook or Ames

with anybody who used to live there.

I was gonna say that.

Great minds, George, great minds.

[somber music]

Hello.

Oh, thanks for that burst of indifference.

Sorry.

-Isn't it going well?
-I had a bad day.

I'm gonna throw this thing away.

-Sorry.
-Old habits.

There are six perfectly good
cups and saucers in there.

I know, I know.

I had lunch with daddy.

He said your notes on the
Criminal Justice Act were,

oh, what was his exact phrase?

A model of succinctness.

Good.

Well, its high praise coming from him.

So what's your problem, Sergeant?

It's very boring.

Oh, not to me, I have
a stake in the company.

Well we went to pick up
a couple of villains,

the bookie blagging.

The Irishman?

-They got away.
-Were they armed?

Very.

Oh, then I'm damned glad they did.

Well it just means that
somebody will have to

go pick them up at some other time.

Exactly, well that's fine,
as long as it's not you.

Send your friend Regan.

He was there.

Well that's his forte,
kicking and getting kicked.

I keep telling you, commissioners
don't knock doors down.

That's 'cause they're not expendable.

Neither are you.

I'm in the Sweeney now, love,
not the diplomatic corp.

You're in the Sweeney this year, Bob.

Next year it'll be the Fraud
Quad or something else.

You heard that man's advice,
as much experience as possible

and as diverse as possible.

You've a long way to go.

[Jack] Number 38.

[George] Yeah, I've got a
note about that somewhere.

Here we are.

Oh dear, my eye keeps wanting to close.

Here, 38, the house is empty, moved.

[Jack groans]

And what does um mean?

[Jack] Well, we don't know that the Cooks

or the Ames families didn't
used to live in Wilton Avenue.

10, 20 years ago.

[George] Yes we do, Bob checked.

[Jack] Well that was smart.

[George] You said it, I didn't.

[Jack] On.

-40.
-Uh, Thomas, F.

Mr and Mrs and two girls,
both over 18 years of age.

Lucky for some.

Cross them off.

Cross them off.

[sniggers]

What's funny?

No, I just thought of something.

How do you tell the sex of a chromosome?

Look up its genes.

How do you know that?

We both eat the same
breakfast cereal, don't we?

It was on the packet.

Did you make the little.

-What, that joke wheel?
-Yeah.

Oh, yeah, I made that up, yeah.

[George] Thought you would.

For Suzy!

Well, for Suzy, of course
you would, wouldn't you?

Yellow and highly dangerous.

Shark-infested custard.

Think of a number.

-A number, uh.
-On here.

42.

A Mrs. Pimm, E. Pimm.

No, too old for jury service.

-Well, scrub her.
-No thank you.

[laughs]

44?

44 is a cafe.

46.

[Jack] There isn't one.

Finished!

Oh God, what a grotty mess.

So what have we got?

Six, seven possibles to check on.

It's a pity that married
women don't have to put

their maiden names down
on the electoral list.

Well, it'll give you something
to do in the morning.

Cheers, thanks very much.

Hey, I thought you're
supposed to lay off the booze

for 24 hours.

Oh yeah.

[Jack] [tuts] Come on, son,
let's give it the elbow.

[George] You don't think my
leg will fall off, do you?

[Jack laughing]

It's not funny.

[ominous music]

You just turn up there and
you have to embark at 11:20.

Yeah, in the morning or
4:20 in the afternoon.

Yes, that's right.

Any day, it's, here, what are you doing?

-Shut up.
-Get off!

What do you want?

[Cook] More sugar next time, Miss. Ames.

But it's not Miss. Ames, is it, anymore?

Who are you?

[Cook] It's Mrs. Farmer now, isn't it?

You don't know who I am?

I'm your brother's friend.

What's in there?

-Where?
-Through there.

-Look for yourself!
-I will.

[she screams]

Shut up, just shut up.

No, leave me alone, get off!

Listen, there's two things
I like, really like.

One's kicking Micks and the
other's thumping birds, right?

[she yelps]

Where's that lead to?

Alleyway, garages.

-When do you shut?
-Why do you wanna know?

-When!?
-5:30.

-You open up?
-Yeah.

-By yourself?
-Yeah.

-No one else comes?
-No.

I want bread, milk, tea, and
sugar, are you listening?

And I'd like some cold meat,
or something like that.

And make sure you have it
all laid out for us here.

We're coming at six.

You do and the law will
be waiting for you.

I'd like to show you a trick.

[screaming]

Now, there's a good girl.

And this is what a bad girl looks like.

[glass smashes]

[camera clicking]

-You're wasting film.
-Eh?

-They're Mormons.
-How can you tell?

The way they walk.

Do what?

Nah, I passed a couple on this side.

Oh, here you go.

Milkman, man with farmyard manure?

Who said swinging London was dead?

122, how did you find her?

Market researched this street, didn't I?

Biological washing powder.

What, for that you've
gotta give a maiden name?

Of course you have, they insist on it.

What about the phone?

They're not on it, how's your leg?

Well I'm gonna go for a late fitness test.

I've called Mr. Revvy.

What time's Hargreaves on?

Half past two.

I don't notice you defending him anymore.

You're not doing your,
uh, boy scout routine.

You gotta give everyone a
chance, haven't you, guv?

Yeah, well he's had his, aint he?

I spoke to a couple of blokes
who worked with him, you know.

Demonstrations, drunks acting lairy.

Baron Hargreaves was always there

just as the dust was settling.

-So what you're saying is--
-He's got no bottle.

That's his trouble.

God knows he's big enough.

Well that's not the point, he bottled.

I reckon that was the first time

he's ever faced a shotgun.

Yeah, and I reckon he fancies
facing the TV cameras,

outside the spaghetti hours,

with scrambled egg on his uniform.

Gonna tell Haskins?

Rather you than me.

Sod it!

I hate this job.

They must be persuaded that violence

and disrespect for property are wrong.

That professional criminals kill and maim.

-Oh, sorry, guv.
-Is it important?

Yes, it is, yeah.

[Haskins] Right, type up as far as
you've gone, Bianca, I'll buzz you.

-Your memoirs?
-A speech.

She won't last.

[Haskins] No, far too pretty, problem?

Bob Hargreaves.

Oh yes.

Can we keep this off the record?

I thought you prided yourself on running

your own squad, Jack.

Yeah, well I've got my doubts about him.

His record is as good
as anybody in the squad.

On paper.

Well that's where
records are usually kept.

Well, he chickened out on
us at that caravan site.

Well you haven't mentioned this before.

A serious accusation.

I realize that.

Jack, persuade me that you're not here

because you don't like him.

It's got nothing to do with that.

I spoke with a couple of
blokes at his old factory.

That's damned high-handed of you.

[Jack] Off the record, of course.

Well, yes of course,
you're trying to snow me.

No!

You think you've been foisted
off with a Haskins man

so you're gonna make him a scapegoat.

Oh, come on Frank, that's
not the way I work.

Haven't gone out of your way
to make him feel at home.

-Did he say that?
-I've got eyes, Jack.

Facts, not theory or fancy
talk, he didn't do his job.

-Then put it on a docket.
-I said off the record.

On the record or not at all.

Now, what's it to be?

Forget it.

[funky ominous dramatic music]

[camera clicking]

Get that one full-face when he comes away.

Do my best, sir.

-Yes?
-Mrs. Farmer?

Yes.

Used to be Miss. Ames?

I've come about your brother.

Which one?

The one the police are looking for.

Can I come in?

[Jack] Why isn't she at work?

The shop's closed all day today.

[Jack] There's something I've been meaning

to ask you, Sergeant.

Yes, sir?

How come you joined the Sweeney?

Tell enough people enough
times, you know how it's done.

That's how, now why?

Don't follow you.

Well, early morning raids,
foot in the door, shoot-ups.

Wouldn't have thought it was your scene.

Hang on, guv.

Hey, I know him.

-Who is he?
-Name's Wilson, Tug Wilson.

-Any previous?
-I nicked him myself.

-You sure?
-Absolutely.

-What's his strength?
-Small time draftsman.

[Jack] I wondered where those tearaways

were getting their info.

Been through the card,
remand home, borstal, nick

you name it.

Uncle Tug Wilson.

Check him out, then give his drum a spin.

-Me?
-Yeah, why not?

I'd love to have a go.

Take Daniels with you.

-Any advice?
-Well you know him, I don't.

I believe he's still on parole.

So remind him, tell him the
story about the tall man

with the big keys.

-Right.
-Put the breeze up his kilt.

Right, will do.

Here we are.

Lovely sound, innit, rain?

When you're on the inside, nice and warm.

So me sister agreed then?

What?

Don't mind us using this place?

Yeah, she was only too glad to help.

Usually says no to everything.

Well, not that you would
know, but women are like that.

Go through life saying no
when they really mean yeah.

Much more trouble than they're worth.

Best to stick to your own kind.

So how would you know then?

You stay here, I'll talk to him.

You've got the warrant.

[knocking on door]

-Evening uncle.
-I know that face, don't I?

-Hargreaves.
-Oh, Mr. Hargreaves.

Now, what's it to be, uncle,
outside where everyone

can hear us or in here
where it's nice and quiet?

I've got a warrant, up to
no good again, eh, uncle?

No, sir, I've been up to nothing.

I don't want no trouble, Mr. Hargreaves.

Then don't start any, germs
like your two soldier friends

need to be destroyed, where are they?

I don't know, Mr.
Hargreaves, honest, I don't.

[loud banging]

Let's talk Mr. Hargreaves,
for God sake, let's talk.

[Bob] Talking time's over,
uncle, it's too late for that.

[thudding and groaning]

Stop, stop, stop it!

I'll tell you, I'll tell you!

Tell me what? what are you trying
to tell me? Tell me what?!

That they're in the sister's
place, Ames' sister.

That's all I know.

In the house, is that what you're
trying to say? They're in the house?

No, in the shop where
she works, in the back.

Thank you uncle.

I knew you'd come through.

[Grunts]

[Daniels] God, mighty, what happened skip?

What are you trying to do, kill him?

[coughing]

What the hell did he do?

[Bob] I showed him the
warrant and he cut up rough.

-[knocking on door]
-Come in.

Wait outside, George.

Sit down.

What the hell are you up to,
you trying to work your ticket?

[Bob] What's that supposed to mean, sir?

Tug Wilson.

[Bob] Obviously you've
been talking to Daniels.

I want the facts, I talk
to the engine driver

not his oil rag.

He resisted arrest.

Bull, you question him, right?

-Right.
-On your own?

-Yes.
-Why?

Two of us going at him, sweet and sour,

third keeping score, we'd have
been there 'til kingdom come.

There's a routine,
there's a reason for it.

You let them get on top,
you'll never shake them.

[Jack] You talk, you
don't kick the stripes in!

Talk, they'll laugh at you,

it's the toecap they understand.

Oh, oh you, you're a right
one, you are, aren't you?

Yeah, kick the daylights out
of some cheapskate petty crook

who wouldn't say boo to a goose.

But when you're on a real job,

when we need you to come out
fighting, you lose your bottle.

You wanted info, you got it.

Wilson's on parole, all you had to do

was tell him you knew he
was up to some villainy.

-I did, he got lippy.
-So you half killed him?

A slight exaggeration, sir.

You admit thumping him?

-I hit him!
-Once?

-More.
-How many more?

-Who's counting?
-And did he hit you?

Chance would be a fine thing.

Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't carpet you

in front of Haskins.

You've been waiting to
do that since I joined.

[Jack] A reason!

The address you wanted is on your desk.

Yeah, you could've got it
without all this pantomime.

I'm not defending you.

Defending me? Against who?

If he's only half educated,
Tug Wilson will have

his brief round here
before you can say supper!

Police beating is a national
sport today, didn't you notice?

Anyway, if this gets to
be a formal complaint,

you're out, son, finished.

Not just the Sweeney,
finished with the force.

What you gonna do, guv?

Talk to Wilson, but I
won't go telling Haskins

what I think of him, I'm
not playing that scene again.

Listen, if hadn't have put
the fear of God into Wilson,

we wouldn't know where they are.

George, we should be nicking
Wilson, not asking favors.

You did criticize him for being soft.

Well you don't think
he did all of that just

to get information, do you?

Why else would he do it?

George, he's the sort of...

Look, just tell him I want
to see him when I get back.

[baby crying]

[knocking on door]

Tug Wilson?

[coughing]

My name's Regan, Flying Squad.

I've never been so popular in my life.

You're in bother, aren't you, old son?

Big bother.

And you on parole.

You go around mugging cars for
villains like Cook and Ames,

you'll be back on the island
finishing your last stretch

before you start your next.

You got two years off, didn't you?

Yeah.

It wasn't smart that, was it?

What happened?

I fell down the stairs, didn't I?

I'd had a couple, hadn't I?

You'll be all right, will you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, right as rain.

I'll sweat it out in the
bars tomorrow morning.

Can you keep my name out of the frame?

I'll try.

No promises.

[Bob] People being smashed
up 'cause they talk

with an Irish accent.

You can't go on thinking about it

for the rest of your life.

[Bob] Hard to stop.

Ta-ra.

You go, end of the day,
switch off and forget it.

Go and get us a sandwich, George.

Okay.

[Jack] Oi!

Now, you listen to me,
when we go in tomorrow,

you are gonna watch the sister's house.

You're trying to dump me.

I wanna go in with the
troops, you owe me that.

I owe you?

That's funny, I didn't
think I owed you anything.

Not even a chance.

[ominous music]

It's all right, governor,
I've got the key.

[thudding]

Hey, the filth!

Get back.

I'm warning you, keep away
from that door, do you hear me?

I'm warning you, you poxy
filth, keep away from that door.

[gun fires]

-Leave it!
-[gun fires]

[Ames groans]

[Daniels] Hargreaves!

[groaning]

-All right, son.
[Grunting]

[all shouting]
- You're a poxy!!

Poxy filth, I'll kill you, let go!

Let go of me!

Guv, Hargreaves.

-Yeah?
-He done a bunk, didn't he?

Run off.

Get the car, Bill.

[ominous music]

Oh, I shouldn't have
listened to you, George.

Me?

Yeah, I should've wrote him
up first time he bottled.

This, Wilson, none of
it would've happened.

Guv, there he is, the phone box.

[Bob sobbing]

Come on, come on, let's get you home.

-I failed.
-Yeah, it's all right.

I couldn't, I couldn't.

Come on, come on, worrying
never solved anything, come on.

Get him home and stay with him.

-Get another car out.
-Guv.

[George] What happens to him now?

Chief medical officer.

If he's lucky, he'll end
up helping old ladies

across the street.

It's a hard world, guv.

Yeah, but keep it to yourself, George.

No one else wants to know.

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

[Mellow Sweeney Theme]