All language subtitles for The Sweeney S4E7 Bait 25FPS

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[slams door]

[car engine roars]

[tires squealing]

[crashes]

[siren wailing]

[Lynne] Where are we?

You'll be all right
love, dead lucky you was.

Where you taking me?

St. Stephens, casualty.

Just for a check-up, x-rays,

you took a nasty bang.

No, I don't wanna go, let me out.

Now, just take things easy.

Let me out.

Where's my bag?

Your what?

I want my bag.

Here you are, love.

First thing they ask for,
Women, is their bags.

Now men they just--

Shut up.

Here, why are you holding--

Get your mate to stop this bastard.

Is it--

Move, or you're dead.

[Paramedic] You better pull over, Fred!

Bloody stroll on.

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The Ambulance man said every
time he thought about it

his arse went tight. [laughs]

Who is she, Gov?

Vic Tolman's bird.

Tolman?

You know young Victor, do you?

Yeah we had him in here once, Skip.

He's a hard lot.

I bet he can lay some down
when he's on the malice.

Well, we think she organized
his break from Gartree.

No wonder she didn't
fancy going to casualty.

We've had him on top of our list

for a couple of years now.

I thought he'd gone abroad?

No, not our Vic.

She's got something to prove.

"All coppers are ___"

There are at least three
jobs that we know of

down to him since he got out.

Sunderland, Doncaster, and Cardiff.

Keeps on the move.

What can you tell us about the car?

Stolen in Scotland five months ago.

Ringer plates, box of tissues,

couple of road maps in the front, hammer,

jacks, some old carpet felt
in the boot, plenty of dabs,

mostly hers and another man, no form.

None of Tolman's dabs?

Nope.

They really did it over, we
thought she might be IRA.

They could have split up, Governor .

No, not them two, bloody Bonnie and Clyde.

What about this other face?

Something that might help,

they said from the prints

he must have hands like like shovels.

Big man, six and half maybe.

Tolman usually works alone, don't he?

Well, he must of recruited some hammer.

One thing's for certain,

if Lynne Hurst's around, Vic
Tolman's not gonna be far away.

And if they're down south
again, with company,

it can only be for one reason, naughties.

[ripping]

-Here.
-You sure?

Well, in this section of residence.

Maybe up or down a bit.

Did you see the driver?

-Oh, I don't think I--
-She's tall.

Wearing beige corduroy trousers,

brown leather shoulder bag.

No, no, I would've remembered.

What's the parking like round here?

[Traffic Warden] What do you mean?

Well, that afternoon you booked the Mini,

were the meter bays full?

Well, yeah, there were
two and four hour meters.

It was just dumped in residence.

So, it's never so crowded

that somebody might park here

and then walk round the corner

and see somebody else in another street?

-[chuckles]
-No.

No, there's nearly always plenty of room

round most of this section.

Not like some.

I mean, I used to have Palace Court,

-Moscow Road, Queensway--
-Yes, thank you, love.

We'll run you back.

:O

Well, there's gotta be,
what, 200 flats there?

About a dozen houses.

Yeah, think of all those
key-holders, terrific.

Yeah, hope you've got a
sharp pencil, Sherlock.

[thumps arm]

[scoffs]

[rock and roll music playing on radio]

[clattering with cutlery]

[tires skidding on gravel]

[knocking on door]

I'm awake, Lenny.

[door clicks open]

That's kind of you.

[groans]

[exhales loudly]

I couldn't find a small spoon.

Well, I can use the handle.

You're a sweetheart.

[kisses]
[Smooches]

Just what I needed.

Vic'll be back soon.

-[pouring drink]
-He said about six.

I wonder what he's got us.

We'll only be using it a few days.

I hope it's a Jag, I like Jags.

They're my favorite. :)

[door clicks open]

[slams door]

[Moans]

It's a lovely little car, Lenny.

Sweet as a nut.

A Zodiac?

Lenny, all the Jags I saw was rubbish.

You know best, Vic.

Here, give it a blow.

[engine turns over]

[engine roars]

[door creaks]

-How you feeling?
-Better.

It's delayed shock, that's all it is.

I'm all right, Vic.

[laughs]

I'd like to lay hands on the
reptile who drove that van.

Best not think about it.

-Want a cup of tea?
-Yeah, please.

Lenny made it for me.

-[scoffs]
-Very delicate.

Ah, he's a doll.

I told him to look after you.

I'd go bleeding sperry if
anything happened to you, Lynne.

[kisses]
[Wet Lips]

I really am all right, Vic.

I'm in, Thursday.

-[clattering]
-[phone ringing]

There you go, one without.

Guess who we're on, George?

-Who?
-Joan Maskell, 25C.

Basement, right next to
where that Mini was parked.

Been onto CRO?

She's got form,

did time with Lynne Hurst six years back.

There she is.

I thought you said she was a dyke?

How old would you say that kid is, George?

[George] Dunno, six, seven.

-That's it.
-That's what?

Lynne Hurst had a kid in prison

about six years ago.

Her own mum was looking after it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, thanks a lot, cheers.

[lays phone]

The old girl's in hospital, busted pelvis.

She was admitted nine weeks ago.

So, Lynne brings a kid down
for Uncle Joan to look after.

Well, it's got no other
family, it's gotta be.

So what now then?

[doorbell rings]

[door clicks open]

Good evening, Mrs Maskell?

Miss.

My name's Barrett, I'm from
the Local Education Authority.

I understand you have a
little girl staying with you.

Do you?

[Barrett] Yes, we've had a phone call.

Oh yeah, that nosy slut upstairs.

Might I come inside and discuss it?

Discuss what?

[Barrett] Her schooling.

She's just visiting.

She's been here nine weeks now.

[Joan] So?

Well, that's the best part of a term.

Well, she's going home soon.

Ah, I see, when would that be?

Soon.

Right, and where is it,
her home, her parents?

Up north, Darlington.

[Stammers]

Would it not be a little more private

if I came in and we talked about it?

Look, you can just put that away.

I've told you, she's visiting,
she's going home soon!

Now, go and stick your silly face

in someone else's business!

[slams door]

Gonna pull her, Gov?

No way, no,

she's the only definite
link we've got with Lynne.

And Lynne's the only
way we'll get to Tolman,

I don't wanna frighten her off.

So, what do we do, clock her?

Put an ear on the telephone?

For starters, yeah.

I tell you what,

she's not gonna be in any hurry

to come back down here, is she?

Not after the other business.

She must know we've got
the car and her dabs.

Yeah.

Yeah, and maybe Vic Tolman's not with her.

Maybe she just came down to visit the kid.

I mean, he's never been this
far south before, has he?

Too many faces down here

know how to put the hand on him.

No, I can feel the bastard, he's around.

[George] Well, maybe Uncle
Joan knows where he is?

Nah.

But maybe she does, Governor?

And maybe we ought to go round there--

You're full of maybes tonight, ain't ya?

Yeah, I think it's these tight trousers.

Maybe isn't good enough

when you're dealing with a
vicious slag like Tolman.

He's already made half
the coppers in the country

look like dumbos.

Well, he's not adding us to his list.

[engine vrooming]

Morning, Miss Bell.

I haven't seen you for
a couple of mornings.

No, I've been off sick.

-Ah, flu?
-Yeah.

My Mrs had it, lost six pounds.

-Oh dear.
-Yeah.

Yes, there's a lot of it about.

Morning, Miss Bell.

Morning, Mr Dodds.

I hope you're feeling better.

Yes, yes I am, thank you.

Well, you're early.

I thought there'd be a lot to do,

what with the half yearly bonus

and me being away a few days.

That's what I like to hear.

Well, I shall be up with Mr Penn.

Righto, Mr Dodds.

I wish they were all like you, Miss Bell.

You won't be saying that later,

you pompous old git.

[door clicks shut]

[slides open]

[clicks shut]

[exhales loudly]

Come on, Jack.

He's gonna drop us right in it,

-one of these days.
-Not many.

Look, how long's he been in there?

Too long.

[fumbling]

[engine roaring]

Skip.

Oh, that's all we need, innit.

[Bill] Here he comes.

[George] Move!

Let's get out of here.

[engine roars]

[tyres skidding]

[slams door]

Yeah, I know, George.

-But what, I mean, look--
-I know!

-But, Governor, if you--
-[laughs]

One of these days.

[Jack] You should see your boo.

[George] It's not funny!

[Jack] I know, I know. [laughing]

[George] Hello, wouldn't
mind toying with that. ;)

-Good morning..... Police.
-Good morning.

-Oh, what you--
-Don't worry, love.

We just wondered if you could help us.

[Woman] Well, if I can.

-That doll.
-Yes?

You sold many of those?

No, it's rather expensive.

How many?

Two, no, three, they're Italian.

Have you sold any to this woman?

No.

Have you got any other branch

that might have this address on the box?

No, no this is the only shop.

I suppose you can't
remember who bought them?

Yes, the first one to
quite an elderly woman,

it was for her granddaughter.

-How elderly?
-In her 70s.

And the other two?

The second one was,

well, can I see that photograph again?

Yeah.

Hmm, could be.

It's very important, love.

Yeah, it could be her,

but she didn't look so attractive.

She was wearing glasses, had her hair up.

Awful clothes, made her look older.

Yeah, I think it was her.

Well, when did she come in?

Friday, last Friday.

She looked about for a bit
and then she saw the doll.

Was she with anyone?

No, by herself.

What time?

Half past one-ish, lunch time.

I remember, she said
it was her lunch hour,

the only time she got to shop.

She had one of those old
ladies bags, on wheels.

She could work locally.

Did she mention where she worked?

No, nothing like that.

She wasn't here for long.

[funky background music]

[engine roars]

[slams door]

[knocks on van]
Okay.

[slams door]

[knocks on van]

[door creaks]

[knocks on door]

[door slams shut]

[engine revving]

[honks horn]

[engine roars]

-DCI Rowan?
-Yes.

DI Regan, this is my
sergeant, George Carter.

You're on Frank Haskin's team,

I've heard a lot about you.

Yeah, sorry to barge in on you like this.

No, not at all, anything we can do.

We don't often get a visit from your mob,

what's it all about?

Got the picture, George?

This woman, Lynnette Hurst,

we have reason to believe
she's on your patch,

probably working locally.

Why are you interested in her?

Because she'll be with
this man, Victor Tolman.

Looks a handful.

He is, sir, we put him
away three years ago.

He drew 12, Gartree.

Of course, Tolman.

I thought I knew that name.

It was in the papers.

One of the prison officers

was badly hurt during his
escape, nasty business.

We thought he'd gone abroad.

Yeah well, both of 'em.

And then they turned up in Sunderland.

Hospital pay roll, 42000.

Then there was a wages van
in Doncaster, 38 grand.

60 big ones in, where was that?

Cardiff, do you want that?

[DCI Rowan] And now they're down here?

We're almost certain, yeah.

Yeah, we tumbled on them
by accident, literally.

This is very serious.

Well, that's why we came
to you straight away.

Thank you for that.

What do we do?

An immediate check in any firms,

factories, large office complexes.

Any business that has a
large wages bill in cash.

And there's a girl who works in a toy shop

in the high street,

she's seen her.

Only now she's wearing
glasses and her hair's up.

[Man On Phone] Yes, sir?

I want everyone in straight away,

everyone who can walk.

Send a car down to that
toy shop on the high street

to pick up the girl who works there

and organize a police ardest.

And then I want a priority call.

[knocks on door]

[door clicks shut]

Thank you, Miss Bell.

Is anything wrong, Mr Dodds?

Wrong, Miss Bell?

With your coffee?

Oh no, no.

I thought it might be too strong.

No, it's just right, very nice.

[crashing]

Mr Dodds, Mr Dodds!

What's happened?

I don't know, he's just fainted!

Is he ill?

[fumbling/falling]

Good god, Miss Bell, are you all right?

Miss Bell, call in the
security guard from outside!

It's an emergency.

Shut up.

What on earth do you think you're doing?

I said shut up, you old bastard

and drink this coffee.

Drink it!

Drink it!

[cup clatters]

Get down on the floor.

-Why?
-Get down on the floor!

Stop you falling over.

Guy, you can't come up here, squire.

I'm sorry mate, we're
bloody lost, we're new.

Yeah, it is a bit of a maze, innit?

Who is it you're looking for?

It's a Mr Armstrong.

-Personnel?
-Yeah.

Ah, you want the next
block, it's just across--

-[thumps]
-[grunts]

Nice work, Lenny.

[clattering with door]

[fumbling]

You lovely lady!

Right, Lenny, here a minute,

Get that lump tied up.

And then there's Oddmoors.

Like engineering, but uses
components for tractors.

How many employees?

Well, just over 200.

Some are paid by cheque, the
majority by cash, monthly.

But they paid out last week.

No, forget them.

[phone rings]

Interloan, Canadian financing firm.

Hire purchase, second mortgages,

personal loans, you
know, that sort of thing.

Just over 400 people work for them,

but mostly paid by cheque.

Nah, no, Tolman's targets

are never so big that he needs a team,

never so small that it's a tosser

not worth taking the risk for.

Yeah, he always seems

to suss out places where
the security's weak.

You know, old geezers,
out of condition, lazy.

Going home?

Yeah, Mr Dodds insisted.

I didn't want to, not with
all that work up there.

Not well again?

Keep going hot and cold.

Ah, you shouldn't have
come back to work so soon

after that flu you had.

I think you might be right.

Get to bed,

with a drop of whiskey
and a glass of hot milk.

-I don't drink.
-Ah, try it.

Works wonders, just a drop.

[Vic] I said to him, you're
better off going to Greece.

I mean, works out a bit
more expensive than Spain,

but you'll have a better holiday.

Better grub, better beaches--

You two new?

That's right, yeah, started this morning.

Yeah, thought I hadn't seen you before.

Big fella, your mate.

Yeah, gentle giant, keeps rabbits.

It's a bit early for home, isn't it?

I mean, first day and all.

Well, we was just shown
round, like, you know.

Dirty old place, innit?

Start proper tomorrow.

He smiles a lot.

He's a very happy fella.

To be working again, like, you know.

Don't say a lot, do he?

He's a bit shy.

My brother-in-law's like that.

Do you know, at his own wedding--

Yeah, well, see you tomorrow, colonel, eh?

Cheerio.

Magic, bloody magic.

[doors slamming]

[engine roaring]

[sirens wailing]

[tires skidding]

-Mr Dodds?
-Yes?

Detective Chief Inspector, Rowan.

It was the coffee.

And Inspector Regan, flying squad.

The coffee, Miss Bell--

Was this your Miss Bell?

Hmm, yes, I think it is.

Ding bloody dong.

Morning, Gov, Skip.

How's it going?

She hasn't got many friends, has she?

No one's been, no one's belled her.

She's used it twice,
once to call her doctor.

[tape squeaking]

[Woman On Radio] Hello, Dr Marlon Surgery.

[Joan] My little girl's ill,

could the doctor call to see her?

[Receptionist] Your name, please?

[Joan] Maskell, 25C Cromwell
Crescent, West Eight.

- You are registered with Dr Marlon?
- Yeah.

And the little girl is
too ill to bring in?

[Joan] She's got a temperature of 102!

I'll get the doctor to call

after morning surgery.

[Joan] When will that be?

[Receptionist] I can't say exactly.

[Joan] Well, approximately?

[Receptionist] Between 10 and 12.

[Joan] Where'd you get
that voice from, Harrods?

[Receptionist] Well, really.

Do you like the last bit?

-Not a lot.
-Yeah, came just after 10.

That's his address.

[George] There you go.

Cheers, George.

I don't like this number.

Why?

Well, I keep finding myself hoping

that the little kid don't get any better.

-[scoffs]
-Yeah, I know what you mean.

Well, try thinking of that
prison officer in a wheelchair.

It's all a matter of getting
things in perspective, George.

You don't mean that.

Don't I?

-Do you like Snoopy?
-Yes.

So do I, have you got any of his books?

-No.
-Well maybe your aunt

will treat you to one.

They've got some down the road.

Well, there you are.

See you in a minute.

I'd like to take into
hospital for some tests.

It aint measles?

Oh, it's measles all right.

It's just, there may be
a slight complication.

I just want to be sure,

there's nothing to worry about.

-George.
-Oh! Cheers.

Here he comes.

Right, get back to his place, George.

Find out what's happening.

[George] You gonna stay here?

No, I'll be back at the factory,

filling in Haskins on what's happening.

Right.

Right, anything, anything happens,

I wanna know straight away.

All right, Gov.

82 631.

I demand a recount.

[laughing]

One, two, three--

Well, you just counted it, Vic.

It's a joke, Lenny.

Oh, a joke,

yeah, a joke.

10 grand more than I thought.

Shall I give it back?

I've never seen that much gold,

not all at once.

And your share is 20 big ones, Lenny.

Oh, no Vic, no.

I don't want all that much.

You've earned it.

[Lenny] I didn't do nothing
but stroke that bloke

and drive the motor.

You did everything right.

I only did what you told me.

That's what makes a good team man, Lenny.

Lynne's right.

Oh, honest, Vic.

I don't want all that.

I wouldn't know what to do with it.

Oh you great big Mary,

look, I'm not gonna argue with you.

Thanks, Vic.

But will you, will you
look after it for me?

We can't very well put it
in the bank for you, Lenny.

Nah, there's these evil slags

that go around blagging banks, you see.

You know, like stealing
your life savings, son.

All I really want is to
stay with you and Lynne.

-Of course.
-Honest?

Yeah, we're a little firm now.

[Lenny] That's all I want, Vic.

Look, I tell you what we'll do,

we'll go up north, find ourselves
a nice quiet little place,

put our feet up for a couple of weeks.

Elbow the Ford and I'll buy
you a brand spanking new Jag.

-Really?
-Yeah.

BMW, Merc, bloody Ferrari, if you want it.

[Lenny] Nah, none of that foreign drek.

Jag's is my favorite.

[Vic laughs]

Listen, Lenny,

go down to town, find a booze shop,

get a bottle of scotch, bottle of gin,

two bottles of champagne
and some mixers, all right?

Will you write it down for me, Lynne?

You can remember that, Lenny!

I think so, yeah, all right.

Take your time, son.

Bottle of gin, bottle of whiskey--

Oh and while you're down
there, get the motor topped up.

Okay, Vic. [mumbling to self]

[laughing]

We're gonna finish off
with a crate of brown ales,

and the handy 30 gallon
drum of Cyprus Sherry.

-He's a dead giveaway, Vic.

Where's that case?

The police will have
his description by now.

There it is.

You said one job, Vic.

You brought Lenny in for one job!

We didn't need him.

You could've taken that fella on the door

with one hand in your pocket!

[fumbles with case]

I love him like you do, Vic,

-but--
-He stays.

But everyone notices
him, you can't help it.

I don't give a toss.

You brought him in on purpose, didn't you?

He's a good boy!

Do anything I say, Lenny will.

He's a kid, Vic.

A sweet, backward kid,

who thinks we're playing
some sort of silly game!

What you trying to do?

Make it easier for the law to find us?

They couldn't find their
arse with both hands.

That's it, isn't it?

You don't really care about the money.

We got more than we can spend.

It's all a bloody great game
with you as well, isn't it?

I'm gonna learn them dogs
a lesson they won't forget.

I got plans up here.

Jobs that will make
them look like cripples!

Why, Vic, why this obsession?

I hate 'em, 'cause they're filth.

Lying, grafty, thieving lice!

They're all so bent,

they wouldn't know an honest man

if he pissed on their boots, I hate 'em!

'Cause they're stupid and greedy

and bloody vicious with it!

They think they're Christ Almighty,

they're worse than the
faces they put away!

-Only some of them.
-All of them.

-Not all of them.
-All of 'em!

That don't make sense,
Vic, and you know it!

Sense, what are you on about?

Nothing makes sense anymore,

anything them cannibals have
got anything to do with.

I love you, Vic,

and I don't wanna see you back in prison.

-[scoffs]
-No way.

You're pushing your luck, Vic.

Luck, I don't need luck.

I got them flash jacks
by their short hairs.

And I'm gonna give 'em the treatment.

Then it's gonna have
to be without me, Vic.

What?

I don't wanna know no
more, I've had enough.

Nah, you're just feeling down, depressed.

I get the same after a job.

No, Vic.

It's a psychological fact.

It's like after having a baby.

I wanna go away, Vic, right
away, sort a few things out.

Well, we will, tomorrow.

I mean abroad, Vic, where it's safe.

Where we can relax, breathe,

live like normal human beings.

I want my kid with me.

She's growing up, she needs me.

I need her.

I'm tired, Vic.

I'm tired and I'm frightened.

I couldn't go on without you, Lynne,

you know that.

I'm sorry, love, but I
can't help the way I feel.

We'll work something out.

I won't change my mind.

We'll talk about it.

-I won't, Vic.
-Tomorrow.

-You seen Jack?
-George?

Hang on, the little girl's in hospital.

And uncle Joan?

Well, she went with her,

she stayed for a couple of hours

and she got back to her place an hour ago.

Well cross your fingers then.

What did Haskins say?

-[scoffs]
-Not much.

He's a pencil neck, isn't he?

He knows that if we pull Vic Tolman,

it's not gonna do his
promotion prospects any harm.

[phone ringing]

[Joan] Who's on the phone now?

[Lynne] Joany, it's Lynne.

-Oh, Lynne--
-How's everything?

[Joan] Not too good.

The kid?

She aint been well, Lynne.

They took her in this afternoon,

I went with her, stayed a couple of hours,

she settled in fine.

[Lynne] I'll be down as soon as I can.

[Joan] She'll be all
right, Lynne, honestly.

It's a really good hospital.

[Lynne] I wanna see her.

[Joan] There's nothing you can do.

[Lynne] I must see her.

[Joan] [sighs] Well, it's
up to you, but be careful.

We've gotta go.

We've bloody got her!

Not yet, George.

[footsteps]

Right, the party starts now.

I remembered, Lynne, the list.

And I brought us three glasses.

What's up?

It's my kid, she's sick in hospital.

Serious?

I dunno, I'm going down there.

-No you're not.
-Don't try and stop me.

Look, if the kid's in hospital,
she'll be well cared for.

There's nothing you can
do about it, nothing!

I need some money for Joan.

Look, Lynne, I'm sorry love.

I know how you must be
feeling but just listen to me.

That car, the Mini,
they'll know it was stolen.

It'll have your prints all over it--

-I'm going.
-For God's sake,

will you stop and think!

Every copper in that manor will
have your face in his book!

I've got other faces!

Did your mum make this?

[sighs]

[lighter clicks]

[Jack] George.

Something on, Governor?

[Jack] In the street.

Dyke barnet and bins.

[George] Got it, okay.

I'm not sure, Gov.

She's going in, it's her.

[George] When do we take her, Gov?

[Jack] Wait 'til she's inside.

Tell us when, Governor.

[Jack] I'm coming down.

Move in slow, George.

We should've taken her outside.

[Jack] She might, she just might leg it.

And I'm not losing her now.

You look beat.

Yeah. [sighs]

I'll stick the kettle on.

You all right?

[slaps leg]

I think I'll go and have a lie down.

Okay, Lynne.

[crashes]

Police!

[grunting]

-You bastard!
-[thuds]

-I'll kill you!
-[heavy breathing]

[grunting]

Look, I'll kill you.

Governor, are you all right?

Yeah, did you get Uncle Joan?

She bloody nearly got me first.

Nice friends you got.

-Shove it, copper.
-I intend to, darling,

right up Vic Tolman's nose.

[birds chirping]

[phone ringing]

[car door slams]

Still not in?

Maybe they're both at the hospital.

When's Lynne coming back, Vic?

Drive.

[engine roars]

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

[slamming]

I'm going down the smoker,
I need to get Lynne.

She's probably round the
hospital with the kid.

I'll wait for her round the flat,

bring her back here,

then we're going abroad for holiday.

You are coming back, Vic?

You're coming with us.

Honest, Vic, me and all?

I've never been abroad.

I told you, you're one of the family now.

Back in the morning.

I'm coming down with you, Vic.

No, Lenny, you wait here.

Might get dodgy, Vic.

You might need this.

If any dog wants trouble, he'll have it.

Don't leave me here, Vic, not on my own.

[sighs]

Come on, let's get out of this tip.

[engine roars]

Phone hasn't rung for an hour, Governor.

He's either given up or he's on his way.

What if he doesn't turn up?

Well, she did.

Well, that was different weren't it?

Not really.

She came after the kid,
he'll come after her.

Oh, I do hope you're right.

[sucks teeth]

[Man On Radio] Governor?

Yep.

[Man On Radio] A car, Ford Zodiac.

Parked at the end of the street.

Two faces just sitting in it.

I can't see 'em too clearly,
they look a bit iffy.

How long's it been there?

[Man On Radio] Five minutes.

Take it slowly round the block, Lenny.

They're on the move, Gov.

They're turning at the
end of the road, Gov.

It looks like they're off,

do you want it checked out?

No, no one even breathes 'til
they get the word from me.

[Man With Radio] They're
coming round again, Gov.

They've stopped outside the flat.

It's gotta be them, Gov.

Blimey, the face driving it's
built like a brick shit-house.

The other guy's got out,
it's Tolman all right.

[slams door]

Right, everyone, this is it.

I'll let Tolman get into
the flat, well into it,

then take the hammer in the car.

[doorbell rings]

Hands on the windscreen, move!

Vic, help!

Vic!

Vic!

[gun fires]

All right, Tolman, don't
move, stay where you are!

[crashes]

Anyone moves, they're dead!

Now, tell 'em to get back,
else I'll drop you here.

Take him, George.

Do you wanna die?

That was an order, George.

Well, George?

All right, all right.

Let him go, let him through.

And you, outside!

Now, drop your guns and back off!

Scum!

Dirty, filthy, festering scum, I'll--

You even bruise him

and you'll need an embalmer, not a brief.

Now, get in!

[slams door]

Shut the door.

[slams door]

How far do you think you'll get, Vic?

A bleeding sight further than you,

unless you shut your hole.

Now, get going!

[engine roars]

Do we follow, Skip?

No, wait.

Now, come on.

Stay here with that body.

-[engine roars]
-[siren wailing]

Just keep him in sight,
but don't get too close.

We've got Lynne and her
boyfriend, Uncle Joan.

Shut your filthy mouth.

Didn't you know, Vic?

Shut it!

Yeah, they did more than time together.

How's it feel, Vic, screwing a dyke?

[car skidding]

[smashes!!]

[sirens wailing]

[gun fires]

[Man] All right, son, out!

You're finished, Tolman!

Am I, filth, am I?

We'll see about that!

We'll see about that!

Resync And Corrections By Chuck
Phew!