All language subtitles for The Sweeney S2E1 Chalk And Cheese 25FPS

Resynced And Corrected By Chuck

[carhorn blaring]

Shut her up for god's sake!

Get in the car.

What do you want?

These.

And the necklace to start with.

Now.

Empty your pockets.

If I have to say it again, you're dead.

Your watch.

Get the pussy.

Get it off.

You won't get away with this.

Shut it.

That's it.

They say walking's healthy.

So..

Walk.

[car engine roars]

[upbeat music]

You were photographed,
the girl checked the card,

it was stolen.

They got lists.

She operated her hidden camera.

Look, it's no use sitting there

looking like a bloody graveyard.

We know there must be at least six of you.

You follow postmen on their rounds,

you steal mail left in hallways,

you take check books and credit cards.

If you don't come across,

you're gonna end up
wearing a paper hat, son.

Guv'nor?

Something interesting.

This lighter.

Pub screw its effects, it's engraved.

Eric de Courcy.

De Courcy.

The highwaymen.

Their last job three weeks ago.

Where'd you get this?

This is first division, Scouler.

Big trouble.

Why the lighter all of a sudden?

Where'd you get it?

I bought it.

Had it engraved?

What?

What's your name again?

Eric de Courcy, is that your name son?

De Courcy?

Where'd you get it?

I bought it.

In a pub.

Who from?

Someone.

I'm trying to help.

I bought it, a fiver.

You better think of a name.

I don't know his name.

Son, at the moment I'm
treating you as a sad casualty

of our corrupt and degenerate society,

don't make me think otherwise.

His name, please?

[cars roaring]

Morning guv.

Hey George.

Any luck?

Well, eventually yeah.

Fenner.

Albert Harold.

Yeah Albert Harold Fenner,
affectionately known as Albie.

41, unmarried.

Been dishonestly handling

since he was old enough to pick his nose.

Sounds charming.

Yeah, until last week,

he was working in a pub in Beckenham.

He got the elbow.

In the inimical words of the landlord,

we get a class clientele in here,

they don't like dandruff in their vodka.

He came in looking like a dog's breakfast.

Where is he now?

Well somehow wangled his way into a job

in a nightclub in Kensington.

Well let's go and see him then eh?

Join the Sweeney and see the world.

[hoover whirring]

What's your game?

Your name Fenner?

We don't open for another hour.

Are you Fenner?

Who wants to know?

I do.

Would you gentlemen like a drink?

Nah, we're both teetotal.

Got anymore like this?

♪ All the time ♪

I found it.

On a table.

Someone must've left it.

I didn't nick it, I didn't.

I wouldn't, not here.

I work here.

It's a good job.

Can you hear a violin playing, guv?

You're a thief, you've been
laying your grubby germal's

on everything that wasn't nailed down

ever since your voice broke.

Now, I'm feeling in a generous mood.

I'm gonna give you a chance.

You see I don't want to dirty
my diary with your name.

Now, you tell us who you stole it from

and we'll put your plug back in.

It's a girl, I don't know her name.

I've only been here a week.

What was she like?

They all look the same in here.

Big eyes, long legs, all smiles.

Who was she with?

One of those hooray Henry's.

His name?

No idea.

♪ The world ♪

I prefer the Porsche.

Where to?

Not far.

If she shows up again, you
bell me or Sergeant Carter

at this number, all right?

I will.

Straight away.

[hoover exploding]

Anybody smell burning?

He pays for that?

I think so, yes.

Hope so, harder to word.

[groaning]

No one will get hurt if you
do exactly as we tell you.

-[gasps]
-Don't scream lady, please.

Just do as they say, Anne.

Over here, you.

Give me the brooch.

Your watch.

The earrings.

Empty your pockets.

Is that all?

Yes.

Look at this.

That looks a bit tasty.

Well no, it's my engagement
ring, it won't come off.

Then we'll have to cut it off.

-Tommy!
-[screams]

You bloody idiot.

Five hold ups in four months.

One in town, one in Berkshire, two in Kent

and de Courcy and his wife in Essex.

Yeah there's a definite pattern.

Always the knitted masks,
same hardware, stolen cars.

Always the same sort of operation

and the same sort of people.

Furs, jewelry and some money.

Perhaps they're fencing out of town?

The lighter?

Given to the girl by one of them.

The one she was at the club with.

Yeah, one of them's
tall, young and Oxbridge.

That sounds like the sort they get in there.

-[phone ringing]
-Carter.

Where?

Okay.

Yeah, got that.

20 minutes.

Okay, ta-rah.

Six.

They've just done a Mr. And
Mrs. Tolman in Hampstead.

The shooters are for show.

We don't need to use them.

What happens if they
get heavy like he did?

They're old men, out of condition.

Just hook 'em over.

One quick dig.

If that stupid bitch
hadn't made such a fuss.

You could've killed him.

Forget it, Tommy, I don't
want to talk about it anymore.

I do.

You pull that trigger and I go in the slam

for just as long as you.

Relax Tommy, no one was hurt.

Anymore playing cowboys and it's over.

Finished.

You better listen.

I went for him and he hit me.

Very professionally.

How'd you mean, sir?

Short left jab and a hook.

Perfectly timed.

It was like walking into a wall.

You think he might've been a fighter?

Sure of it.

The way he moved.

His build.

Yeah, from your description,

he sounds like a middleweight.

You follow boxing, sarge?

Yeah when I get the time.

I was a member of the world
sporting club for years.

Is there anything else about him

that you can remember that might help us?

Well, I don't know whether it's any use

but they were left hand punches

but delivered like a south paw.

[orchestral music]

This can't be opened
without an electronic key.

Oh there's one in the car.

As you approach the garage,

it triggers the automatic mechanism.

I'll show you.

Excuse me.

Here we are.

There's no other way of opening the door?

Well, it can be operated manually

but only from the inside.

You know, must've come
through the house then,

that's the only way.

We didn't see or hear them.

How did they know that
Anne and I were going out

at the time?

Someone's been supplying these men

with detailed information
about the victims.

Movements, habits, routines.

They know exactly when and
where you're most vulnerable.

No one could know such things.

Are you sure?

Unless they were an
acquaintance or a friend.

Exactly.

Good god almighty.

That you son?

Yeah.

Wasn't expecting you home tonight.

Do I have to book in and out?

Don't be daft.

It's just that you seem to be
away more than home nowadays.

Cup of tea?

No.

Beer? Some beer in the fridge.

No.

-Sure?
-Sure.

Where've you been?

Pictures.

What did you see?

What's with all these questions?

Just rabbiting, I haven't
seen you since Monday.

Sorry Pop.

Bit edgy son.

-Something wrong?
-No.

Had a barney with your bird?

No.

Still the same one is it?

You know it is.

Serious, is it?

Sort of.

When are you gonna invite her home, Tommy?

You're not ashamed of me are you?

Oh Pop.

Well I know it ain't exactly Kensington

but it's clean and warm.

She'll be very welcome.

I'd lay something special on for her.

You should know, Jack, that in my class,

there's more basic dishonesty
than in all the other classes

put together.

It's just that we have
more style and panache.

There were two boys at Eton with me

who had criminal IQs at a genius level.

They're both bankers now.

They're all basically from the same set.

You know Telmidge?

Oh we've met.

What about de Courcy?

I know Mrs. De Courcy intimately.

One of those eh?

What do you mean, inspector?

A very modest lady Mrs. De Coucy.

Yeah, I'll bet.

She doesn't like the light on.

Well, they're all basically
from the same set.

They probably met one
another at some time.

So who's putting the finger on?

It could be anyone.

For almost any reason.

How'd you mean?

Well if one of the
younger ones is involved,

it wouldn't necessarily be for the bread.

For the turn on?

You wouldn't credit what goes on down

at their polished country
seats at weekends.

It's a hedonist utopia.

Their choice of excesses
would make Frank Harris

look like a eunuch.

Get up here, that's it.

Hurt him.

In with the shoulder.

The shoulder!

That's a boy.

Come on now, that's it.

Bring it in, son.

Good mark, hit him.

[chattering]

Good good.

Hello George, long time no see,

Okay, Jorgy, get on with some skipping.

-Hey guv, how are ya?
-[groans]

Out of condition.

That's a right bruise.

Yeah, I've got no time.

Make time.

It's not that easy.

Nothing ever is son, and anything that is,

is usually worth having.

Still the old philosopher?

Well that's Socrates had it
all sorted out didn't he?

How is your leg?

Still plays me up, you know?

Listen have you seen
anything of Stan Pain lately?

Stan Pain?

Oh yeah, he emigrated to New Zealand,

He turned his license in.

Bad timing, he took a terrible hiding

in that last fight, you know?

Yeah but he's got a record,

they don't let you into New
Zealand unless you're clean.

Well, he's doing all right,
works in a power station.

What about Lenny Slater,
is he still working?

Training now.

Is he back with his old lady?

No, she's up north with some Chinese.

Runs a rotten sex shop.

Come on lads, spark it up a bit.

That's it, come on, come on!

Well if you could put your
Eton and Oxford nose about,

anything would be a help.

Will do.

Are you still at the same number?

Yeah, I'll be there
for the next ten years.

You make that sound like a sentence.

Sometimes I think it is.

Thanks anyway, Gil, see ya.

Take care.

[cars roaring]

Thomas Garrett!

Georgie, I haven't seen
you for three years.

The old man upstairs?

Yeah, I've just been up there. How are ya?

What for?

Well, just to have a chat,
I was passing you know.

Oh yeah.

Tasty bit of steel, innit?

Second hand.

Good nick.

Not bad.

Shelby Mustang.

Shelby petrol gobbler.

It's a bit of a step up
from that old bread van

you used to have innit?

You're going back a bit.

Well, gotta dash.

Gonna see a man about a dog.

Don't you fancy a quick--

Call at me, George.

Can I talk to Inspector Regan?

Mr. Regan?

Albie Fenner, yeah.

She just come in.

I dunno.

She's on her own.

Like she's looking for someone.

Getting in some overtime, Pop?

Hello then George.

Yeah the other day I had to rush off,

I'm sorry about that.

I thought I'd come back
and buy you a pint.

Very nice of you George
but I wanna finish this.

Thought the old place
could do with a touch up.

And it's the only night
there's no training.

-Stay and chat?
-Yeah.

Tell ya what, that
colored boy the other day

looked a bit useful.

Chalkie?

ABA quarter finals last year.

Really?

Yeah.

Yeah I miss this old place.

Yeah, we had some good times here.

You, Tommy, me.

More like brothers, you two.

We used to have people on you know?

Told them we were brothers.

[laughs]

Things have altered
since them days George.

Oh dear, it's not that long ago, Pop.

Seems it.

You could've been the best, George.

You had fast hands and right attitude,

you could've been really tasty.

I was never as good as Tommy though.

Yeah, he was really beautiful.

I thought he was going places.

I never understood why he stopped.

Why'd you let him?

It wasn't a case of letting him.

Just didn't want to train anymore.

But why?

I dunno.

He didn't really explain.

Not proper.

Saw him the other day you know?

We had a chat outside.

Oh, he didn't say.

He was a bit moody.

Yeah, I know I've been getting worried

about him lately, George.

Why is that?

Well he gets these
moods, sort of depressed.

I hear him crying sometimes.

Softly, like a kid, at night.

Turns me over.

[upbeat piano music]

What's Tommy doing now then?

Scaffolding.

Hard graft but the wages are good.

Well it'd have to be,
I saw that motor of his.

Must have set him back a few bob.

Yeah, I know, he'll kill
himself in that bloody thing

the way he drives it.

He's got some bird up west, you know?

One of those dead haired mummy
bit's, you know the sort.

Spends more getting her barnet done

than I get for a week's work.

You don't sound too happy about it.

Yeah well, I've been a bit unfair really,

I never even met the girl.

But Tommy, he's deadset on her.

He's not gonna marry her
or anything though, is he?

Wouldn't be surprised.

What and you haven't met her?

Don't even know her name.

That doesn't sound like Tommy,

I thought you'd be the
first to know, I mean--

I know what you mean son.

Something wrong somewhere, I can feel it.

I've never seen Tommy so low,
when he should be at his best.

Well, maybe she's giving him a hard time.

You might be right.

You're all so close.

Yeah, not anymore.

He creeps in and out.

Sometimes I don't even see him for days.

Don't phone.

That ain't Tommy.

That's not his way.

Least it never was til
he got cased up with her.

How long's this been?

I dunno exactly.

About five months ago.

You still with the wooden tops, George?

Well, sort of.

Sweeney.

Yeah, they're mobbing up.

You gotta be nowadays.

Yeah, it's all gettin' a bit
vicious though, innit?

You were asking questions earlier on about

some of the lads.

Someone been naughty?

No, I just put me face about, that's all.

You sure?

How'd you mean?

Well, it sounded, specific.

No, it's been a long time, that's all.

Oh yeah, too long.

'Cause if any of the lads have
been at it, I'd know, George.

Yeah, I know.

Listen, why don't you
come round one night.

You never met the Mrs. have ya?

That's nice.

Right.

Tommy and me.

Of course, yeah.

Yeah, all right, George.

I'll give you a ring eh?

Yeah, fine.

[smooth lounge music]

She's gone Mr. Regan.

Damn.

She took a cab.

I overheard the address.

Good boy, Albie.

Up yours Mr. Regan.

[gentle music]

How did you get in?

You never asked for them back.

What do you want?

I'm lonely.

Where's Tommy?

Around.

Like that is it?

Like that.

Do you want a drink?

Mm, prefer a smoke.

You don't change.

Should I?

You know where they are.

Anything wrong?

Wrong?

Between you and Tommy.

He wants to marry me.

How suburban can you get?

[gentle music]

[dress unzipping]

[gentle music]

Caroline?

Cari?

Tommy I'm sorry love, I've had to go out.

I tried to phone you but I
couldn't get hold of you,

I'm staying with my sister
so I won't be back tonight.

Phone me tomorrow, just
come round, say after three,

then I can be sure of being back.

-I've got a few names here.
-Mm hmm.

-CT Dodd.
-No.

-Gay Norman.
-No.

-G. Nunn.
-Say again?

G. Nunn, double N.

Giles Nunn., oh yes.

Who is he?

His father was something
in the civil service.

Bright boy.

Came down about three years ago.

Cambridge, can't hold that
against him I suppose.

About 25?

About.

Tall?

6'1, 6'2?

Slim?

Skinny.

What's he like?

Good looking in an
androgynous sort of way.

Likes the ladies, plays
the tables rather badly.

Plenty of money?

I don't know, one can
never really tell nowadays.

We live in the age of endless credit.

Does he work?

Well don't be silly, Jack.

Any idea who the bird is?

He used to go around with a
girl called Caroline Selhurst.

From your description,
it sounded like her.

Something wrong?

I thought they'd split up, months ago.

[crashing]

Mr. Ibbitt?

Yeah?

Can I have a word with you?

Yeah, if you can climb.

[loud machinery rumbling]

Good lad.

You looking for work, are ya?

No thank you, I'd need a truss.

Here you go, Flying Squad.

Ah yeah, I thought your little mob was all

seven feet tall and had
wheels instead of feet.

Yeah, well I've not been well.

Listen, I wanted a private
word about Tommy Garrett.

Tommy?

Yeah, his old man says he works for you.

Tommy in trouble?

No, no, I'm an old mate.

Grew up together.

Pop's a bit worried, you know?

Well Tommy don't work for me no more.

Really, when did he leave?

I had to give him the elbow.

Started coming here all moody.

I liked Tommy, I don't have to stand for

that sort of nonsense from anyone.

I pay good wages, I can have
my choice of iron monkeys.

When'd he go?

About four months ago.

I see, what went wrong?

Ha, I don't know.

He picked up with some snotty
bit down in Kensington,

that doesn't seem to help.

Shame, I like Tommy.

Suppose you don't know
where he's working now?

I don't think he is.

Why's that?

I heard the boys say
that she's keeping him.

Stamping his card.

Very tasteful, very tasteful indeed.

I'm getting some money soon.

I'm so pleased to hear that Mr. Nunn.

I didn't want to appear indelicate

but it is 3000 and it has been two weeks.

Today, at latest, tomorrow.

So you're calling in to settle?

As soon as I get it.

I like dealing with gentlemen

like your good self, Mr. Nunn.

I know exactly where I am.

Some gentlemen promise to pay

but then it becomes very monotonous.

In the end we have to
cut off their credit.

Fascinating game.

We were thinking of having a
room converted in the house.

I spoke to the porter of the
block where the girl lives.

He was a bit sniffy but he
says she has a regular visitor.

Hello guv.

Use your loaf, Bill.

He said he wasn't her usual sort.

Spoke differently, bit common.

It's Tommy Garrett, innit?

It all fits, you know.

The description, what Pop
says, the car, the lighter.

You have a word with Ibbitt?

Tommy hasn't worked for four months.

What for anyone or just for Ibbitt?

The chaps reckon she's keeping him.

[phone ringing]

Regan.

No, I'm afraid it isn't.

Oi!

Don't you get a right
number now and again?!

Sorry, George.

Well, Mr. Ibbitt said
he didn't know her name,

just called her a snotty
bit from Kensington.

He's got a choice to turn
of phrase, Mr. Ibbitt.

Did he ever been in trouble before?

No, I would've laid
money he wasn't the sort.

I've known him since he had muddy knees.

Strange, faces in this league

usually have a lot of previous.

Still we've got no evidence,
just a lot of coincidences.

Guv, have you got a snell?

Yeah.

Ta.

How long was the girl with Nunn?

Breakfast.

Tommy's being cap.

Maybe Nunn and he have got
an arrangement between 'em

you know, Monday, Wednesday and Friday--

Oh leave it out, he wants to marry her.

I don't think she's the marrying kind.

A right bitch.

So what do we do now?

I'll ring Alan Sevia.

What for?

Nunn's one of his punters.

Has he ever seen Nunn and
Tommy in there together?

I didn't want to say
too much on the phone,

he's expecting us anyway.

[footsteps thumping]

Tommy!

[Face Slap!]

I rang your sister.

You weren't there.

Which one?

Ellen.

I was with Julie, she's over from Canada.

I'm sorry.

Where did you think I was?

I'm sorry, Cari.

Getting laid.

I don't run those numbers
Tommy, I would've said so.

I would've told you.

Cari, I'm sorry.

You don't own me Tommy,
you've got to understand.

I am not one of your mindless
little east end scrubbers

talking about the television
and worrying about split ends.

I do what I want, when
I want, with whom I want

because I want.

Is that the money?

I said you'll take it over today.

Later.

Later.

I like it when you're jealous.

You bitch.

One night..

Yes?

I wanna take you to meet Pop.

Who?

My old man.

Why?

'Cause he asked.

You'll like him.

I don't want to get involved.

But you are involved.

You know what I mean.

You'll love him.

Everybody does.

I'm not everybody.

Tommy, I've explained, no complications.

Why can't you just enjoy what we've got?

I want more.

I can't give you more.

You can and you want to.

I don't.

I can't.

I'll be back in an hour
if you want to wait.

It's up to you.

Double kidney, guv?

They're still waving a white flag.

Now what about this face Nunn?

He plays here regularly.

Is he a heavy loser?

Not at first.

Year ago he was playing for
pennies, then he got the taste.

When did the change happen?

Five months ago.

What sort of money are
we talking about Alan?

I've seen him drop 2000 in a night.

How did he settle?

Cash.

Always cash?

Always, I've never seen his check book.

Was he ever with anybody generally?

He's a loner.

Most of the losers are.

Does he ever play on credit?

Often.

Up to what limit?

He's good for 5000.

Any aggravation?

No, never.

He always settles.

Might take him a week or two

but he always manages to get it together.

Cash again?

Cash.

Have you got dates?

Yes, of course.

Yes, here we are.

November the 23rd, 2,750.

January 8th, four and a half.

February 16th, three, eight.

November through to February.

Well the dates match.

Was the money sour, Jack?

Not the money.

Is golden boy in trouble?

He could be.

Wouldn't have thought he had the neck

for anything worthwhile.

He had help.

Caroline!

There's only 4000 here.

That's right.

Well how much did Tommy get?

Nine.

My thousand, four each for you too.

It's not enough.

Don't get greedy darling.

Tommy's been done.

Those earrings must've been
worth that by themselves.

You've never complained before.

I was expecting at least six.

Tell Tommy.

Bloody right I will.

-How much this time?
-3000.

When are you going to learn?

I can do without your good advice.

I can do without Tommy.

What?

I don't need Tommy.

Are you sure?

He told me about the other night.

You nearly shot Tolman.

He's exaggerating.

Is he?

He just wanted to prove
what a hard man he is.

I don't believe that.

He's not that way.

I wouldn't have used a gun.

Yes you would.

Maybe.

Then maybe it's Tommy
that can do without you.

I know all the people you do and more.

Don't forget who set this up,

I brought you and Tommy together.

He wanted money, you needed money.

If you get greedy and stupid
like you did with Tolman--

There's something wrong with Tommy.

Too much Marquis of Queensbury.

You make a good pair then.

I want to talk to him.

Ring him, he's at my place.

No, I want to meet.

Today.

Don't stamp your foot too hard darling.

It rattles the neighbour's chandelier.

Snow White and the seven warts.

Should we come back tomorrow?

Albie!

I wasn't asleep.

-Recognize him?
-No.

Look again, Albie.

Yeah, he was in here with her that night.

You sure?

I never forget a face.

So you'll know him if you saw him again?

Well, I don't know, I suppose.

Would you or wouldn't you?

Not for certain.

What about her?

Oh her, yes, no bother.

Well you may have to, both of them.

Yeah, but if I identify them,

I shall have to say why
I identify them, won't I?

And I mean--

Admit to thieving the lighter.

Well.

You found the lighter, Albie.

She left it on the table.

You quite rightly
realized it was valuable,

passed it onto the police.

Did I? Yeah.

[birds chirping]

What's your trouble?

No trouble.

That's not the way Cari put it.

I was disappointed.

Four grand?

Wish I was disappointed more often.

I thought we'd get more.

I tell you what Giles,
you place the stuff.

You find a buyer, you pull nine grand.

You disappoint me.

All right.

Well don't go simple on me,

you wouldn't know where to start.

All I need is a name, a number.

If I can't do better
then old Shylock here--

That's all a big game to you, innit?

A great bloody kid's game.

Hardly.

Carrying shooters, driving stolen cars,

putting the fear of Christ up people

he was having dinner with last week?

You're like those six sods in Hampstead

who dine out on their stories
about how they met villains.

And what do you do it for Tommy?

Money.

One of my old man's arms
is longer than the other.

30 years in the docks done that.

30 years of gut, graft
and sweat and for what?

Council house and a color telly.

His mum died when she had him.

Cheers.

So Pops done everything for two, you know.

I mean he might be only a docker

but he does talk some sense
and he's as straight as a die.

I'll tell ya, I remember when I was kid,

Tommy came home one day
with this little car,

a dinky toy thing, you know,

which he had nicked from a shop,

his old man really roasted him.

I just don't understand it.

Don't even try, George, it's human nature.

I'll tell ya one thing guv,
I'm sure he'd never use a gun.

You got your head in the sand, George.

How'd you mean?

It's what every copper knows son.

Anyone who carries a loaded shooter

is gonna use it at some point.

Things go wrong, something happens,

someone gets a bit leery, panic,

bang, bang, someone gets
half his head blown off.

Yeah I know.

Well we're gonna put
those two bastards away

before that happens and
it could happen anytime.

I've got something lined up.

It's too soon.

This one can't wait,
it has to be tomorrow.

Tomorrow?!

Don't be bloody stupid.

Why not?

It's less than a week since the last one.

So what?

You're pushing our luck.

I don't believe in luck.

Luck don't believe in
you from what I've heard.

14 grand in four months you've dropped.

That's my business.

It's business when you're
hassling me like this.

Your bottle gone, Tommy?

That is the appropriate expression?

You're going to get a
little dig in a minute

if you don't shut it.

Yes or no.

What are you on yes or no?

Yes together, no, I go alone.

You'll bloody kill someone.

Send me a wedding invitation.

Hang about.

Who is it? Where?

Here you are, my old son.

All right cheers.

Listen Pop, Tommy's in trouble.

I knew it, I bloody knew it.

Yeah, we want to talk to him.

What's he done George?

Well, we're not sure
that he's done anything,

we just need to question him.

You're always sure, otherwise
you wouldn't have come here.

Anything to do with that girl?

Yes, she's involved.

I knew she's used him all along.

I knew it, I tried to say--

Do you know where he is?

Where he always is, with her.

Cheers Pop.

Yeah, so long Georgie.

Nobody's seen him since midday.

Any luck with Garrett?

I'll meet you at the
girl's place in 15 minutes.

Guv'nor?

I prefer cocoa.

-[engine roaring]
-[birds chirping]

There must be some mistake.

There's no mistake Miss Selhurst.

Let me see that.

Where's Tommy Garrett?

Who?

Never heard of him?

No.

You don't know who he is?

Tommy Garrett?

Who is he?

You cow.

He gave ya this.

Well I had no idea it was stolen.

You didn't notice the engraving?

Who looks there?

When did you last see Giles Nunn?

Oh, months ago, before Christmas.

Three nights ago, you took a
taxi from the Callaban Club

back to his flat.

It arrived approximately nine o'clock

and you left the next morning.

I haven't seen Giles since we split up.

You were photographed leaving.

Look, I don't know what all this is about

but I'm not answering
any more of your bloody

stupid questions until
I speak to my solicitor.

Where are Nunn and Garrett?

Together,

they're going to kill somebody one day.

They almost killed Tolman.

If they do, you're in it.

Right up to your South Ken neck.

[birds chirping]

Here he comes.

[car roars]

That's him, that's Caneford.

[car screeches]

[gunshot bangs]

[gentle music]

[panting]

The money.

He's dead.

Did you get the money?

[Tommy shouts]

We better get her down
to the local factory.

I'm not moving.

[phone ringing]

Your telephone's ringing.

Let it.

Answer it.

No.

Why not?

I don't want to.

Hello?

You've got no right!

Guv?

Take your dykey hands off me.

Regan.

When was this?

They're probably on their way back then.

I'm bringing the girl in.

We could've stopped them
if you told us in time.

What do you mean?

A man's just died of shotgun wounds

on his way to the hospital.

Oh Tommy no.

It's not me, it's nothing
to do with me, it's them.

You bloody--

George!

You rubbish!

[car roaring]

Is he here?

Tommy?

Is he?

No, what's happened?

Listen, hang about in the car.

There's been a shooting.

Not Tommy?

No, no, no.

Listen I lied to you in the
gym, it was something specific.

How bad is it?

A man's dead.

[footsteps thumping]

[loud gunshot]

[groaning]

Can you walk?

Yeah.

Get your trousers on.

Tell me, everything.

Well, Tommy teamed up
with a face called Nunn,

who's a Chelsea headcase.

There's been a series of armed robberies.

The bloody motor, the clothes, the flash.

I tried to tell myself
all along it was straight

but I knew he was thieving somewhere.

I think he's sick, Pop.

It's easy to find excuses, George,

when you want to find them bad enough.

Listen I'm sorry I lied to you.

That's all right George,
what else could you do?

He could've been class George, class!

And what is he, eh?

He's a thieving hooligan.

He needs treatment.

Where did I go wrong, George?

Was I too strict?

It's not your fault!

Look someone's gotta take
responsibility, a man's dead!

My son killed him, murdered him!

Where would he run to?

Where would he hide, Pop?

Well there's only one place.

George.

George!

He's in there, guv.

You sure?

Yeah.

Let me talk to him.

You must be Pop.

Yeah, he'll listen to me.

He must still have the shotgun.

I reckon.

Look, he'll listen to me, son.

No, I can't risk it Mr. Garrett.

You talk to him, George.

Tommy?

Tommy!

Tommy?

Tommy!

It's me, George.

George Carter--

[loud gunshot]

[footsteps thumping]

No Pop!

Get away!

Tommy!

It's dad.

Dad, Tommy.

Look I know what's happened son.

I know it's not all your fault.

Tommy?

Can't we put the lights on and talk?

No lights!

No lights, Pop.

All right son.

No lights.

No lights.

Stay there!

Come on, son.

Can't we talk it over?

Can you hear anything?

No.

[loud gunshot]

Get away, stay away.

One son.

What a waste.

[storm thundering]

[rain patters]

All right George?

Oh yeah, terrific.

Resynced And Corrected By Chuck :(