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Mr Regan please.

[Police Officer] Is it urgent?

Tell him it's Peter.

I've got work for him.

[Jack] Hello, Popeye.

Don't call me that, Mr Regan.

[Jack] What's happening?

[Popeye] I'm in Notting
Hill, outside Julie's.

That's a restaurant, Mr Regan

and they will be doing business.

Who?

[Popeye] Frankie Little and
a bird called Christine.

I don't know what
her other name is.

It's Danton, I think, blonde.

[Jack] Are they carrying gear?

[Popeye] Yes.

How big?

The Fellow Street tom.

[Jack] How long they been there?

I mean, he's been
there about 10 minutes,

but she's just arrived.

I'm on my way.

If they escape out and jump
a cab, clock the number.

Where are you?

I'm in the box down the street.

Stay there, once
we're in, disappear.

I'll get you at
your number later.

Right!

[Bell] You're for it, Popeye!

Two motors, four
up in each, yeah.

_

Collie, Frankie Little
and a girl, Christine,

Could be Danton,
make yourself busy

and get their form
over the air urgent.

Do you know Julie's?

[George] Notting Hill?

[Jack] Yeah, is there
a back street off it?

[George] Yeah, I think so.

You want anything for starters.

Sherry, medium.

Sherry.

And as we're in a slight
rush, what about king prawns?

[Waiter] King prawns,
certainly Mam.

Steak, with my stomach,
it's got to be well done.

Salad, and for me,
an omelet fine herb.

Oh, and one carafe of white.

One carafe of white, yes Mam.

Thank you, Sir!

You know him?

[Christine] I know
lot's of people.

[Frankie] I hear the
big one's a nine hander.

[Christine] Really?

Some things you shouldn't know.

[Frankie] Look, I've
proved my bottle, right?

Carrying this little lot across.

[Christine] Cigarette?

_

I mean, I've only
been out eight months.

Who's gonna reckon
I'll be at it?

I want one more go, right!

Then I'll settle.

I've done enough bird,
for a lot of chaps.

I reckon they owes me favors.

I'll ask!

[tires screeching]

[Doors Closing]
[Shoes Scuffing]

[Stairs Creaking]

[Waiter] Excuse me Sir!

[Jack] Search this place.

Where is she?

[George] Just stay
where you are folks.

Search him, check the kitchens.

Right, sit down.

What's happened?

Nothing, nothing,
don't worry about it.

[Birds Chirping]

[Tyres Squealing]

Where the hell have you been?

Roadworks got in the way, Guv.

We've lost the girl, knock
on every door in the manor.

_

The Sweeney: Main
Theme by: Harry South?

Dabs

I wants statements from
the managers, the waiters,

anybody who can
identify blondie.

Bring him!

[George] This way please, Sir.

Give us five minutes, Bill.

[George] Cheers, Guv!

Francis Little.

Yeah!

Eight months out and
you're still at it.

You mugs never learn, do you?

I was having a meal.

Yeah, king prawns and whisky.

Who's the sherry drinker?

I don't know her name.

I picked her up in the
Lord Nelson, Pallet Street.

You can check.

You always pick 'em up in
the flash city gear, do you?

Suit, tie, case.

It's a present for my
son-in-law, he's a traveler.

You can check.

I have, he's very poor.

What do you mean?

I hear his wife has to go
on the hoist to clothe baby.

You!

[Jack] Where's the gear?

I was having a meal, wasn't I.

[Jack] Fellow Street.

That's fantasy.

How would I know?

Oh Dear, oh dear, oh dear.

Look, I'm only just
out, why would I?

Look mate, why am I here?

I know!

Then why ask me?

You haven't got
it, she's got it.

Where is she, who is she?

Or am I gonna learn ya?

I don't know her.

I don't.

You've got nothing on me.

What's your
daughters name again?

Sandy.

Sandra!

And she's on probation.

Aw don't, don't touch her.

She's going straight,
straight up.

No, you leave her.

You're an out and
out villain, Frankie.

No Judge is going to
do you any favors.

No, I can't see any way
you can get out of this.

You wanna see your grandson
brought up in Holloway?

You!

Where's the jewelry?

You don't touch Sandy, right?

It was something bigger.

A big one, I don't know where.

So don't ask me, on my
kids head, I don't know.

When is it?

I don't know.

That's why we did Fellow
street, for expenses.

You don't touch Sandy.

Leave her alone and
you can have me, right?

I've got you anyway.

[Bell] You fancy pictures,
don't you Popeye?

Yeah!

[Bell] Who's your favorite?

Ursula Andress.

You dirty old man.

You ever see, On The Waterfront?

Good film that.

Who are you?

Detective Inspector Regan, Sir!

Flying Squad.

I've arrested this man
in Julie's restaurant,

Portland Road, for piracy.

Piracy?

Conspiracy with another
to handle stolen jewelry.

You bastard.

All right, all right.

Give us the brief, thanks.

Well, this man was in
the restaurant today.

He gave a woman, we
haven't yet arrested,

jewelry from this case.

- Victimization.
- Shut up!

As far as I'm concerned the
charge is one of conspiracy

with the woman, can
we put him down.

Prove it!

How long before he's
due to be charged?

Well, I've got a lot
of inquiries to make

and search his house.

Aw, God.

All right, come
over to the desk.

Turn out your pockets.

What's your name?

Francis Little.

Mr Little, when
you've been searched

you will be placed
in a detention room.

I'll come and see you again
when you're ready to be charged.

Anything else?

Conspiracy's a blanket charge.

You know that, the
Judge's know it.

Thanks.

He's a lying stinky bastard.

Any joy from the restaurant?

Well, one of the women reckoned
Blondie had pierced ears.

Now, she was wearing a green
dress, distinctive green cape.

Green band around her head,

and she was carrying a
large tapestry handbag.

Down the street, nothing!

Well, she can't just
disappear like that.

Did you run a description
through intelligence?

Yeah, they reckon
she might be the bird

on that sparklers blag, in
Hatton Garden in October.

And the security
job in Davis Street.

Five foot seven, late
twenties, flash dresser.

Always appears on
the plot different.

Hence the wig.

This has gotta be big
George, it's got the smell.

Then why a mug like Little?

Well, he doesn't know anything,

he was just running errands.

So, he can't start
running a bit for us.

Have you tried that
number for Popeye?

Yeah, dead.

OK, you can read me those
statements on the way over.

[suspenseful piano music]

[Coke Bottle Lenses]

[Bell] [shouting]
Popeye, think about it.

What?

[Bell] Talking,
you talk too much.

[Popeye] I ain't said nothing.

[Bell] You've got no
worry then, have ya!

[knocking at door]

Yes?

[Jack] Are you Sandra Little?

What do you want?

I got your dad down the Kidley
Street nick for conspiracy.

God, you're so original.

I'm gonna search this place.

Have you got a warrant?

We don't need one, he's in
custody, we're gonna search.

What's in here.

My son, he's five months,
do you want him to stand up

and take his pajamas off?

You make things so
dirty, you know that?

Well, if you were clean livers

we wouldn't be here, would we.

[George] Do you know
what this number is?

No!

They've been here
for five years.

Look, he hasn't had time
to conspire with anybody.

Nobody likes him that much,
he hasn't been out that long.

Perhaps he's Robin Hood.

Not again, don't
lock him up again.

I never see him.

If you saw him in
there with Simon,

you would know he
couldn't go in again?

He's gentle!

He spends hours with him!

All right, I believe you.

So, you tell me where
he was, hour by hour,

for the last week.

Here.

All week?

Yes.

You'll collect with Tom tonight.

Nine and a half grand.

That's enough.

One good lorry and some gas.

He's all tucked
up for the night.

What do you want me to do?

I can't tolerate a grass,
you know what I mean.

I feel like running a
knife up and down his arm.

Where you going?

I've got my own place you know?

What about Frankie?

He wanted to come in.

Well, Frankie's
a good wheel man.

They're bound to
have him by now.

So, no problem.

Hey, take off these ravishing.

What's this number Frankie?

You know, why ask me?

Let's really talk business.

I don't want you, I want
the others, I want the man.

I told you, I don't know.

I wanted to be in on
it, but I don't know.

You give me the man you
walk out on this charge.

Me, walk out, with my previous?

Conspiracy's heavy,
it means five years,

my bones are getting
sore, Mr Regan.

You come across the evidence
for this won't be that good,

I've never trusted the Old Bill

and I've never
been proved wrong.

You a nothing, it's
the other man I want.

If my brief come in here,
he'd run through you.

Now be honest, you
haven't got anything

to charge me with, have ya?

You forget the wig, son.

Conspiracy's two
or more persons.

We've done our homework, we can
always come up with a third.

I met Sandy, she's very
nice, nice shape, nice voice.

Nice baby!

Oh yeah?

That son-in-law
must be out his mind

swanning around in Carlisle.

OK!

I'll play along!

Any joy?

Guvnor, that trumping
number you gave me.

It's a hall phone
on the first floor

in a great big block of flats.

About 420 key flats, all of
them with their own phone.

Or most of them anyway.

The firm must have used this
because it was a hall number.

A bit like, looking for
a needle in a hay stack.

Take all day, try as
many flats as you can.

With luck you'll be back
at the factory after two.

Off!

[funky bass music]

Jimmy Dancer?

Yeah!

You the Old Bill?

Social Security!

Where's Popeye?

Come on!

You've been pointed
out, he's your mate,

works with you don't he?

He hasn't been in
for a couple of days.

So, what makes you so nervous?

He's a good bloke, I get him
a job and he doesn't turn up.

Where does he eat?

Drink?

Dunno, do I.

You seen him talking to anybody?

Nah, only me.

That's why I am here.

You tell me about Popeye.

I'm starving.

What d'you fancy?

Tin of spinach?

[door lock clicking]

Popeye liked his
football, didn't he?

Yeah, he loves the violence.

If he had his way, Bobby
Moore would be Harold Wilson.

Yeah, I can see
Bobby Moore in a mac.

What other job do
you two do together?

Oh, lots, why?

Is he in bother?

Maybe!

Well, we helped in a scrap
yard at Target Street.

He cleans the tables and
that, at the wheel club.

I was a waiter
once at a do here,

but they wouldn't
let Popeye work.

They said he looked like
a penguins mother-in-law.

Usually, we does
things together.

I thought you was
Social Security?

National security.

You heard of Francis Little?

No!

I know, I can only speak to him.

Can I give him these?

It's all right, they've already
been checked for dynamite.

What's happening Dad?

Fit up!

When you going to court?

They haven't charged me yet.

Why not?

Well, they've been around,
they turned us over last night.

Bastards!

Will you just tell me
it's all for nothing.

I said, they didn't
touch little Simon.

Mr Regan didn't much.

Where is he?

How should I know?

Simon.

Oh, he's out there at the desk.

I had to bring him, nobody
in the flats would have him

because you're...

Well, they wouldn't let me
bring him in here either.

Oh God!

They never leave
you alone, do they?

We have to go on
paying, over and over.

Is there anything
you want me to do?

No!

I don't want you hurt.

I'm hurt!

You don't know how.

What about a lawyer?

Just hang on a bit.

Dad?

You haven't really?

[Simon crying]

What's your game?

I ain't going to
tell, I could be seen.

Tell what?

We're real mates, like,

like that!

All right, so you're old hands.

He's the only one
who don't laugh.

All I've got is a tube
and a bag down there.

In fact, he helps

Look, he's in big trouble,
and I'm worried as well.

I know he's a grass.

Where did you hear about
that Fellow Street blag?

Because somebody knows he
knew and that is trouble.

You ain't seen me, right?

And you won't clock
me again, right?

And I'm only telling you what
another waiter told me, right?

You go through the names
of our dinner and dance.

I was for a blonde bird.

That's all I'm telling ya.

[Jack] What's your address?

[Jimmy] I said that's all.

If they can get Popeye,
they can get you.

Same as Popeye.

[Maynard] How did you know
about Julie's, Popeye?

What?

What you mean?

I keep asking you questions Son!

If you are going to
hang me on there, no!

I just, sort of heard it.

Where?

Somebody told, Jimmy Dancer.

You've just done Jimmy
Dancer a bad turn, Popeye.

Who else?

[Popeye yelps]

Regan!

[shouting] Don't, don't!

I heard he was looking for you.

Who else?

Nobody!

Does he know about the
Fellow Street blag?

Well, only if Frankie
Little told him.

[Bell] Frankie
don't know nothing!

- OK!
- OK... OK.

What do you know Popeye?

[Popeye screaming]

Nothing, honest, honest!

[whimpering] Nothing!

Good, good!

Nothing goes wrong when
you're riding the sort

of luck we are on to.

So, just stay here, very quiet.

If Regan's your
mate, he'll find you.

He's not my mate.

I'm in business Popeye, I
don't like little men, Mugs.

If everything goes good, we'll
find you a warm little hole

to cry in, but we're
not making any mistakes.

There's a lot gone into this.

The Old Bill can't
work without grasses.

And if grasses with their
big mouths can't move.

I don't want you popping
up all over the park

like a bloody crokers, Popeye.

You're luck I'm a thief
and not a gangster, Son.

You're a very lucky man.

Good afternoon, Sir!

What's happening
as regards Little?

Why, is he being any botha?

Oh, no trouble!

He had a visitor, his
daughter and a baby.

They brought him some smokes.

Well?

Well, I've done the address,
there's nothing there.

I'm still stuck on
my first problem.

Nobody witnessed the handover.

The sparklers with the
bird and she's nowhere.

If I give him a run in
court, I'm gonna lose,

because they will
put it all down

to the company
who's disappeared.

You want Little kicked out then?

That's right!

Sweeney, letting somebody go?

Typical wooden top attitude.

All his property back to him?

Not the case and not the fag
packet shown in the book.

I'll see him now
for five minutes.

On my own, thank you.

Go and get yourself
a cup of tea.

Sleep well, Frankie?

Thanks for okaying
the daughter seen.

Well, it's all a
matter of trust.

The fags?

I'm gonna take a chance on you.

No charge?

You walk out of here
free in five minutes.

I promised I'd do right by you.

Now you do right by me.

Officially, you come
back here in four weeks,

when I've finished my inquiries.

I ain't got a dogs chance.

If you meet the big firm,

just tell'em you squared
me off with a few pounds.

Tell'em that Sandy
brought'em in with the baby.

You got it all worked
out, haven't you!

You just remember,
phone the yard,

ask for the squad
office, ask for Robin.

If I'm not there, just
say, get in touch urgent.

What about protection?

We'll be watching.

[funky rock music]

If he asks for that, find me.

Day or night, get me.

All right.

[knocking at the door]

Come in.

These Bermuda files are
a pain in the armpit.

What's the score
on Francis Little?

Guv?

You've had him down at
the Kidley Street factory.

Uniformed Chief
inspector's been on,

bleating about you
letting him go.

I think he fancies you
having a couple of bob.

Also, he doesn't reckon
being called a wooden top.

You know what I'm at Guv.

Do I?

That Little's a big nothing.

[Frank] How big is it?

No idea.

Well, what have you got?

I got a case and I've
got a lot of addresses

and phone numbers
that don't add up.

How long are you
going to let him run?

Well, the word is
there's a big tickle.

Little's come up with it.

I hope So!

Guv!

Oh Jack!

I shall want to hear from
you everyday on this.

That Chief Inspector
is not happy with you.

And when someone is
not happy with you,

they are not happy with me.

And we are the Sweeney,
not the B.O squad.

Where you going, Dad?

Chinese takeaway, I fancy
some of them egg things.

But I've got food in.

I fancy Chinese,
what do I get you?

Don't shout, I've only
just got him down.

You leaving it to me then?

Dad?

What are up to?

I don't understand, one
minute you're charged

with something incredible,
the next minute you're out,

and then instead of
settling here, you're off.

I'm buying food, right!

[telephone bell chiming]

[sinister jarring bassy electronic music]

Hello!

I was just passing, look
do you want me to find.

Who was it?

Just rung off.

Any joy?

No, only the cleaner,
she don't know

whether the trumpet
rings every night.

"excuse me, I got my old man
to feed, he's only got one arm"

Do what?

[Woman] Quiet!

Told you about that before.

[suspenseful funky big band music]

[Bell] Frankie, get in
and keep your head down.

Hello Frankie?

Yeah?

How come Regan let you
out the nick, my Son?

You been talking?

500 quid.

They wasn't interested
in the bird.

They know there was gear

but all they wanted
was a big drink.

My daughter Sandy,
brought it in.

I reckon you've come to
an agreement, my Son!

So I want insurance.

But you told the lady
you wanted in to be in,

so you're in, welcome!

You're a good wheel man,
only I want you where we are.

If you're not there,
or the Sweeney's there,

your Sandy's going to be very
ugly for the rest of her life.

You're going to tell Regan
what I want you to tell him.

He won't expect you to
get in touch with us

for at least another
couple of weeks.

And we move very soon.

There is a connection.

Little, Ring's the number
on the cigarette packet

and it rings in the flats.

Two, it must be a public
phone in continuous use.

So they must fix a certain
time, which we've got.

Three, she must be there.

But if she's clever enough
to shed wigs like dandruff,

she's not going to look like
we're expecting her to look.

Except for the pierced ears.

Four!

I don't fancy she's
on the same floor.

She's too crafty.

So you know what
you're looking for,

[Tom] Hold on Sir!

And where to look, so tear
the place apart, on yer bikes!

Not you Tom.

Regan.

Inspector Gordon, Kidley Street.

Since your Commanders
out of function

you can dam well listen to
what I'd have said to him.

Having checked it's
not my men or my C.I.D,

I've just been informed by a
very fat and angry old lady,

that your lot's been
turning over her premises.

When am I going to
be told officially

that you've been searching
premises in my subdivision?

Well, I haven't heard anything

about a flat being turned over.

I didn't mention
flats Inspector.

The responsibility is mine, Sir!

Can I ring your Station
Officer in fifteen minutes

when I've found out
what's happened?

I'm a Chief Inspector, I
haven't time to wait on you.

I've got another
statin to visit.

I'll contact your Commander.

Tom, this is Popeye's address,
give it a good going over.

And when it's light,
I wanna know all about

a scrap yard in Target Street.

Move!

Right Guv!

[Sandra] Dad?

Sorry I'm a bit late.

What's up Dad?

Look Sandra, don't
ask questions.

But, if I don't
come home one night,

will you do me a favor?

Phone the Yard, ask for
Robin, and say, well just say,

old readies.

Got it?

Readies!

Morning, Guv!

They tell me you've
been up all night?

Uh, Guv, there's
a friend of ours

from the Kidley Street nick.

He's going to be getting
onto you this morning.

Something to do with
searching premises

without letting the
local Old Bill know.

This might help
kill the bad taste.

Jack, I've only got 10 years
to go, you'd better hurry up.

Reprimand accepted.

I'm a bit busy today,
Guv, you'll probably

want to speak to me some time.

Could you make it very late?

If it's too late Jack,
I shall be at home.

George!

Guv!

What about the bird?

She's flown again?

No suitcases, no
mail gear, nothing.

They're fingerprinting it now.

Here's the phone number.

Haven't got a couple
of matchsticks I
could borrow, have ya?

Keep me mincers open.

Oh, I wish I wasn't so tired.

Here ya go!

What's this, a present
from Frank Haskins?

The man's name is Maynard.

The phone number he's given

the dinner and dance people's
the same as this, so records.

Now!

OK merger?

She's a good truck, gearbox
like knitting needles.

Right, there'll be a fair
bit of gas floating about,

so you'll be needing that.

Well, it does something
for you Frankie?

A Couple of bottles Mr Maynard,
where do you want them?

Frank'll give you had, put
them down with Popeye, yeah.

And when you've done that Frank,

you've got a phone call to
make, Mr Regan's waiting.

I thought you wanted
a place of your own?

Well, I left a
lot of stuff here.

But, none of mine Doll, no?

So, who knows about me then?

[Christine] I do!

Yeah, what d'you know?

Nothing, that's the trouble.

You make me sweat,
do you know that?

Let me come, you don't
need Frankie, I can drive.

I want you after.

Driving!

Morning Popeye.

Med-airs, knocks 'em out
without killing 'em .

Frankie.

I-I don't know him.

Popeye's Regan's snout.

He's been talking a
lot about you Frankie.

I'll pretend I don't
see what happens.

He isn't worth it.

I'm starving.

Look, let me out.

We just found Jimmy Dancer.

They ripped away
everything under him.

I told the ambulance not to
move off until you've seen him.

Is he dead?

He might as well be.

Doc reckons it'll be a fortnight
before he opens his eyes.

It's got to be a big one Guv,

if they can leave bodies around.

And soon.

What about Popeye?

Help! Help!

[Stammering]

Help, please, Help!

Help, please!

Stop him!

Well, don't you want me for
a phone call, Mr Maynard?

Nobody is phoning anybody,
suddenly the world

is full of mugs, I can't
afford to take anymore risks.

Now get!

You don't want me home,
make things look natural.

I'm only thinking.

Leave the thinking to
me Einstein, will ya,

I want you sleeping here,
so do your yoga early.

Now come on.

Which one?

Three.

Yes, Frankie?

It's Sandra.

Sandy Little.

Dad said if he doesn't come
home one night, and he hasn't,

to ring Robin and say "readies".

Is that all?

No, that's all he said and
he hasn't been home all day.

Stay there.

Little's daughter I want
her her and I want to know

from old Donkey Jacket why
he never saw Little leave.

OK.

Get me Frank Haskins home number

and get a load of
coffee and sandwiches.

Right!

OK, Mr Maynard.

All right everybody,
let's get some sleep.

So, we know who they are,
but not where they are.

Maynard's fly, he's got no form.

Ex-boxer, middleweight.

Invested wisely.

So, he's big and he's
onto something good.

Good enough to rough
up little Jimmy Dancer.

And leaving no
trace down the Yard.

Well, readies, could be a bank.

Nah Guv, they're
serialized numbers.

High value loads.

You got intelligence on
all the lads moving through

the Met this week?

Yeah, give 'em a buzz Roy.

No, go yourself,
yank him out of bed.

I have to keep coming
back to Little.

He's a wheelman.

Yeah, but he's a heavy
wheelsman, Guv, on his form.

Not a getaway motor.

Readies, readies.

Not a bank, a wages truck?

Still serialized.

If it's tomorrow, it's the
wrong night, I've checked.

Hijack?

Hello Guv.

Oh God!

No, you've seen the list, Guv,

they're all thin, this is big.

It can't be 50,000
pounds worth of Scotch.

They would only get
20,000 on the market.

You don't do the Fellow
Street tom for 10 grand

just to double it.

Wheels?

Ramming job, something easily
converted into readies.

Guv!

She wouldn't leave
the baby, Guv.

Thanks, Tom.

Just give us a minute.

[Tom] OK!

Thanks for coming Sandy,
now look, this is vital.

What did your dad
tell you to tell me.

Think exact words.

Am I shopping him?

No, no, I guarantee it.

He said if he didn't
come home one night,

to phone the Yard, ask for
Robin, and to say it's Readies.

You're sure?

Yeah, he said ask for Robin
and just say it's old readies.

Old readies?

Well, I don't know, just like
you say old Bill, old Jim.

Old readies?

Yes!

Thanks.

Take her home Tom.

[Tom] All right, Guv.

Come on!

Distillers Company,
no we got rid of that.

It's old readies, not readies.

Ah, well.

Colin, get me the duty
intelligence officer fast.

Krugerrand's, Mill,
platinum, new notes,

Natwest, Lloyds, Cosher Carpets.

Ah, there we are, old
notes for destruction.

Bank of England to Lock Lane
for incineration, that's it.

Four lots, Manchester,
Liverpool, Glasgow, and the Met.

[intercom buzzes]

Fred, these used notes
tomorrow, why all at once?

[Fred] Because the
incinerators booked for them.

So, it has to happen tomorrow?

[Fred] Until next time, yes Guv!

Where's the big one coming from.

[Fred] They're all big, Sir.

Manchester, Liverpool, and
Glasgow all get escorts

to the Met boundary.

You can scrub the
Scottish laundry bills.

Manchester and
London means the M1.

I reckon the big ones the Met.

They won't want to bother with
escorts on a trapped road.

The Met one's got to be the hit.

[upbeat tense funky rock music]

Four control from Pathfinder.

Target now passing
point charlie.

It's a grill back,
two tonner, Guv.

How could they stop it?

No real problem,
the cab's sealed,

there's only about four
old age pensioners inside.

[Jack] I reckon they'll
wait for more open country.

All Hawk units, suspect
vehicle, three up.

Spotted between target and me.

Blue Zephyr, half a mile
from point bravo, over.

Received!

Keep your eye on them.

Pathfinder, from Hawk
Three, he just passed us.

We are tagging
behind target now.

Suspect vehicle turned off right

into Avenue beginning
letter O for Oscar, over.

Pathfinder, from Hawk
Two, Hawk Three has flown.

Hawk Two now tagging.

Received!

We're almost at the
drop-in zone Guv,

looks like we picked
the wrong one.

We'll wait for final
clearance from Pathfinder.

[Alarm Blaring]

[Officer] Bandits attacking!

All units to point alpha, go!

[police sirens wailing]

[tires screeching]

[officers battle cry]

- Scuppa! Schmagerowen?
- Forget it!

Frankie!

Guvnor!

One sherry drinker.

What's the name love?

Never saw her before in me life.

Well, you shouldn't go
dancing together me old son.

Get him in.

Here John, take this one.

Mr Regan, what about me?

Well, I'll drop the
conspiracy Frankie,

you're too far in for this.

Oh!

Look, if I don't put you
away with this little lot,

you wouldn't live would you?

Where's Popeye?

He didn't get away with
it either, Mr Regan.

[Officer] Come on!

Resynced By Chuck :D

["The Sweeny: End
Theme" by Harry South?]