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Resynced And Corrected By Chuck :D

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Do you know what they do in Africa

if they catch you on a filch?

What?

Oh, here it is, some parts of Africa.

What, in some parts of Africa?

What do they do to you,

in some parts of Africa,

if they catch you on the nick?

Probation?

It says in here they cut your hand off.

Oh, not probation then?

Nah, cut your bloody hand off.

Yeah, well what happens if they catch you for rape?

Dunno, it don't say.

[sighs]

[buzzes]

The wind.

Probably.

[Man On Radio] This is the provincial bank, Hobart Street,

there is an intruder on the premises, your approach--

Nearest unit, Hobart Street,

proceed Provincial Bank, Hobart Street,

intruders on premises.

[Man On Radio] Our premises are being broken into.

This is the Provincial Bank, Hobart Street.

[radio signals chattering]

Any available units,

Frogmore Street, Lambourne Road,

Dale Broadway, Bishop Street.

[alarm bell ringing]

Church Road, Ridgeway, Manor Park.

[alarm bells ringing]

[radio chattering]

St. Owens Street?

St. Owens Street, and Ashley Hill.

[radio chattering] [Alarm Buzzing]

-[alarm bells ringing] -[suspenseful music]

Mother?

[Man On Radio] Yes, son?

It's like bloody Armageddon.

They're wetting themselves down there.

Post Office, Radcliffe Street.

-[gun fires] -[glass shatters]

[The Sweeney Theme]

What about the other two?

Keyholders in?

Yes, no, no, neither do I,

but no signs of entry.

Yeah, right, okay, where will you be?

Yeah, look, Phil, I've got a map

but nobody understands it.

Yes, yes, we'll try and do that now.

Right, fine, I'll see you, cheers.

[chattering]

We called onto this Post Office on the way...

There's a woman injured by flying glass.

Badly?

Well, eleven stitches, it's a high velocity weapon.

Penetrated one window, went through and shattered another.

She says the shot was fired after the alarm went off.

What do you think, Jack?

Well, she seems clear enough,

she's walking along, hears the alarm go off,

turns round and gets hit right in the face.

It's the same at the jewelers.

One of the local lads was just passing,

he hears the alarm go off

and it's only after that

that the window smashes at the back of the building.

A brick right through it.

Why are we involved, anyway?

Local DI's losing his bottle,

he thinks he's being set up.

Well, can't he cope?

Well, that's not the point, Jack.

It's all taking too long.

Every time an alarm goes,

he has to find the keyholder,

then bring him out to the job,

then wait for him to open the premises.

Well, not if there's any sign of entry.

There isn't any sign of entry,

that's the whole point, just damage.

And the DI thinks he's being set up

for a job bigger than he can cope with.

Well, that don't make sense, does it?

Well, it could be some nut testing the alarm systems.

Well, how do you explain that the alarms go off

before the damage occurs?

Psychic?

But what about the other 12?

We're still waiting on two of them,

but 10 of them, again, superficial signs of damage

but no obvious attempt at entry.

14 alarms, 14 no-nos.

Anything on the alarm system?

A pretty standard commercial system.

Post Office landlines to the central control room.

When the system's triggered,

warnings go up in the nick five minutes later,

then the alarm rings outside the premises.

We're trying to get the post office

to check their back part of it now.

Trying?

The supervising engineer is on holiday, in Malta.

We're trying to get hold of the deputy.

Well, what's the hangup there?

Well, for the last half hour the lines have been engaged.

Every time the operator tries to intercept,

she gets an earful of abuse from some female,

probably his wife.

This deputy, his name's Ronald Peters.

[Suspenseful Bass Riff]

[Man On Radio] What about the truck son?

They aint even brought in a confectioner yet.

What a fiasco!

[Man On Radio] Keep your eye on the sweeties, son.

Yeah, Mummy.

[birds singing]

[doors slamming]

[woman chattering]

[giggling] You're a dirty old man, that's what you are.

That sounds nice.

What, a whole week?

Oh, yeah, you'll never guess what, darling.

Two great he-men have just come walking in here.

They're just standing there

-lusting after my body. -Certainly.

No, Darling, course I wouldn't.

I dunno, I might, they look quite dishy.

Mrs. Ronald Peters?

He says his name is Mrs. Ronald Peters.

[giggles] Pardon?

Yeah, that's what I thought too.

Here, you better talk to him.

-Who is this? -Who is this?

You just told me, Mrs. Ronald Peters.

-[slams phone] -[phone chimes]

Was that Mr. Peters?

Which, me or him?

How would you like that bucket of ice over your head?

Oh, you must be the nasties.

-That's right, dear. -Where's your brief?

Oh, we've been around, haven't we?

Where's Ronald?

-You are a pig. -Where is he?

I dunno, he hasn't been home in two nights.

[Jack] Did you report it?

It's happened before.

-Girlfriend? -Probably.

Some little scrubber.

Doesn't know he has to take vitamin E to keep his end up.

Right, thank you Mrs. Peters.

I'll leave you my number in case he turns up.

It's important.

If he turns up, I'll tear his bleeding throat out.

[tears paper]

[birds singing]

[door slams]

[engine starts]

The whistle's gone outside Bow supermarket.

[Man On Radio] Okay, sonny.

[Sonny] Did you know--

[Man On Radio] A mistake.

[Sonny] Careful, Mummy.

[Man On Radio] Okay, sorry.

[Sonny] Shall I stay?

[Man On Radio] For a while.

Here, what about Bows?

Shall I hit it?

[Man On Radio] Can you hear the whistle?

Yeah.

[Man On Radio] Still there?

No, it's just stopped.

[Main On Radio] Good.

And don't forget, keep 'em peeled.

[laughs]

You know, I'm not surprised.

Apparently, he rang up yesterday morning

and said that he was feeling unwell.

Sounded a bit strained, the girl said.

Yeah, he leads a very strenuous life.

Yeah, well, maybe.

But the problem is that only the supervising engineer

and Peters understood the network

in that particular area.

The plans are coded.

And the post office are a bit jittery.

Well, what about the alarm company?

No, that's all clean, that checks out.

Got any cheese?

Yeah, in any case, Jack,

the fifth floor are getting itchy.

What's that supposed to mean?

A request has been sent to the

national co-ordinator of regional crime squads.

What for?

They think it's time we had an expert here.

From Bristol.

Well what's the matter with

our own crime prevention boys?

They're not too well up on the post office end.

So what's all this got to do with Bristol RCS?

I'm mean, they're only 100 miles away

from the scene of the crime.

Well, they do have an expert.

Bully for them.

You need him, Jack.

I can manage, thank you.

Not on this one.

Who says so?

The fifth floor.

A policy decision.

Makes a change from counting the paperclips.

You do need help.

I don't!

You are dealing with sophisticated alarm systems.

-So? -Come on, Jack,

you couldn't even mend a fuse

without blacking out half of London!

Come off it, Frank, I need a boffin from Bristol

like I need a hole in the head.

All right, so explain to me how a telephone works.

Come on?!

This is ridiculous.

Do you know?

Of course I don't know!

Well, they're sending you someone who does.

From Bristol?

They've got a good team down there.

City or Rovers?

All right, what do I win?

Detective Sergeant David Keel.

Six years in the job, Bristol Regional Crime Squad.

Commended service, specialist knowledge

of the post office.

What was he, a postman?

He started with the Bristol City Police,

also specialist knowledge of telecommunications, and--

Cider making.

Criminal psychology.

Oh, one other thing, he's already applied

to join the Met.

Ambitious.

He's on the M4 now.

-[suspenseful music] -[David] Bristol Delta Five

to Berkshire Control, over.

[Berkshire Control] Go ahead, Bristol Delta Five.

[David] Approaching metropolitan district

from eastbound carriageway, direction, please, over.

[Berkshire Control] Change to channel three and stand by.

[Dispatcher] MP Bristol Delta Five.

[David] Bristol Delta Five standing by.

[Dispatcher] Maintain channel three

while in metropolitan police district.

Proceed to junction of M4 with

north and south circular roads, and exit left.

Rendezvous has changed, repeat, changed,

to Prentice warehouse, 28 Lambourne Lane,

west 12, over.

[David] Understood.

You wouldn't Adam and Eve it.

Two hours to find the keyholder,

then he's got no idea what stock he's carrying.

There's no sign of entry anyway, guv.

That's not the point!

He should have an inventory,

he's supposed to be the manager!

He's more worried about his insurance premium

being raised.

Country boy.

I'm looking for Mr. Regan.

[Jack] I'm Jack Regan.

DS Keel, sir.

Bristol Regional Crime Squad, pleased to meet you.

This is my skipper, George Carter.

Have you finished the petit fours?

I think a gentleman might prefer a port, sir.

I'm afraid I was at a concert

when this thing came up.

I hope it didn't spoil your last movement.

How much d'you know?

14 alarms, superficial damage, boffins not around,

DI at Vine Hill getting ulcers, can't cope.

One more thing.

It's pretty certain that in some cases,

the damage was done after the alarms went off.

Interesting.

Mind if I look around?

Be my guest.

How was the damage done?

Er, bricks, iron bars, and in three cases, bullets.

All from the outside.

No witnesses?

No.

Two shots were heard,

longish range, woman injured by glass.

Local?

There's a demolition site up the road.

Nah, they're all similar.

News on dabs?

Nothing so far.

Anything?

Snell Security Systems.

They work on fundamental principles.

Could have fooled me.

Yes, well, the more sophisticated systems

rely on, oh, noise, wind,

change of temperatures, to set the alarm off.

But not this one.

No, you break the circuit,

you have to open a window or a door

to make this one sing.

That brick couldn't possibly have done it.

Now what you're saying is,

that they must have another way

of setting the alarm off.

Right.

So it is a setup.

[suspenseful funky music]

[cartridge clicks into place]

Now, we know the alarms were triggered

before the damage was done, right?

Right.

That means they must have another way

of making the alarms go off.

Right.

So that means one thing.

Mice in the works, tampering with the system.

Lord, I'm no good with pretty pictures, no guff.

Where are they, the villains?

It's a simple traffic problem, sir.

You wanna blow the system,

you don't go to a B-road or a footpath,

you go to a motorway intersection,

and screw it up completely, right?

Fair enough.

But what are these intersections?

Telephone junction boxes.

Manholes in the road.

Now, they connect the telephone lines,

and the alarm circuits are on the telephone lines.

So you're saying that someone's

got into one of these manholes,

isolated the alarm lines from the rest,

and done the dirty?

That's about it.

Well how are they triggered?

Well, I should imagine they use

a pulse generating system,

that's a device that sends a small signal

down the telephone lines

to the control panel in the local nick.

What sort of villains would have

that sort of gear?

These guys are experts, sir.

And they've got information.

Those wires are coded.

You need a code book to tell you which is which.

Why are they going to so much trouble?

I think they're testing the reaction times.

Seeing what happens when the overworked lads

from the local division try and bring in

14 keyholders.

What was the reaction?

76 coppers took three hours to sort it out.

And they're not finished yet.

They're off again.

26 alarms at Vine Hill.

[suspenseful snare drum]

I'm making allowances at the moment.

Pardon?

The senior officer always sits at the front.

Perhaps it's my destiny, sir.

Sorry.

So am I.

[dog barks]

Inspector Burrows, Vine Hill.

Now you know why the boss sits there.

Inspector Burrows, Vine Hill.

Well they're not going in, are they?

All right, let's have this lid up.

Stand back.

[crash]

Nothing.

They must be down the other one.

[Dispatcher] Four Zero Echo Five One, over.

[dog barks]

Gently does it.

[suspenseful music]

[crashing]

Police, out!

Nothing but spiders!!

They're still going off at Vine Hill.

42, at the last count.

Get the keyholders.

Got the key to the boot?

What for?

After this lot, it's where I'm gonna be traveling.

[Door Slams]

[suspenseful music]

Mother, they've twigged it.

[Man On Radio] Sure?

Yeah, certain.

They can hear the music,

but they don't know where the band is.

[Man On Radio] Naysay, they'll stop playing for a while.

You'd better come on home and have your tea.

Okay, Mother.

All right, Jack, you've made your point.

I know, but I've lost time.

Are you saying that you won't work with him?

Of course not!

But I won't be hampered by him, either.

He's got to see it out, Jack.

Why?

I'll tell you why, it's a trial.

To see if coppers like me can be undermined

by some technocrat.

Now, you may not care, but I do.

I will not have my authority undermined

by some wet behind the ears academic.

It's the thin end of the wedge, innit?

No, Jack.

He's another fifth floor wonderboy,

useless, hasn't got a clue.

And you have?

You wouldn't believe it, would you?

I've just been looking for the inspector at Vine Hill,

he's out looking for a blimper.

Where?

I dunno, two complaints about a man

prying on bedrooms from a roof.

You see what I'm up against?

Vine Hill sounds like a bell-ringing contest,

and the inspector's out

looking for a peeping Tom.

Well, there is something, sir.

What?

He's gone to a place called Singleton Heights.

Oh yeah?

It's slap in the middle of the sweat area.

The blimper must have had a few laughs tonight, then,

watching us.

Exactly, sir.

[birds singing]

Yeah?

Mrs. Peters?

What do you want?

It's about your husband.

May I come in?

Why not, everybody else does.

What do you want, then?

Here, you've not found him, have you?

Not exactly.

Well, what do you want?

Mrs. Peters, when you last saw your husband,

was he well?

As a pig can be.

And you've had no word?

No, I told the other two.

Do you have a photograph?

Here, he's not dead, is he?

Not that we know about.

Do you have one?

Well, yeah, somewhere.

Better days.

Thanks, you don't mind if I borrow it?

Borrow it, you can keep it.

And Mr. Peters, he was quite all right?

When you last saw him, on--

Yeah, on Thursday.

He's always all right, except when he...

Oh, God.

He's left them behind.

He's on drugs?

No, he's ill, they're steroids.

You'd better let me take these.

He'd go into a coma!

Yeah well look, he'll be all right.

But he'll die without those!

Now, you calm down, now, calm down.

But he's got to have them!

Take it easy, we'll find him.

Don't worry.

Now, don't worry.

So from here, you can see the lot.

Guvnor?

Here's one.

That's it.

They could all have been fired from up here.

And there's another point.

If they moved fast, it would only take three men

to put in all the windows of the other places.

We allowing him to speak yet?

He might be telling the truth.

Yeah.

What do you think?

Well, I think you're right, but that doesn't explain

how they're blowing the whistles.

-I know. -And that's why you're here.

I know, sir.

But they must be in the main network somewhere.

That looks like a big one, guvnor.

Okay, Sergeant Keel, you've blown it.

There are two ways to get in that network,

and we've been there.

What is it, then, bloody magic?

[phone rings]

I don't know.

Yeah?

Mrs. Peters?

Yeah.

Regan.

Wait a minute, what do you mean

more steroid tablets?

Well, you didn't mention it.

Who?

Well, how many tablets did he have with him?

In a bottle?

And it wasn't enough.

Well, who'd you give the others to, then?

No, I don't know.

Just hold on.

See if we've sent anyone else round to the Peters' house.

Keel.

Mrs. Peters, now start again.

What was his name?

You didn't ask?

Just a minute, can't hear you.

[door closes]

All right, what did he say?

This policeman?

Yeah, and he took them with him?

Okay.

Keel's just checking that.

Mrs. Peters, look, you just stay there.

We'll come round.

No, you stay there.

[door closes]

[birds singing]

[train rattling on tracks]

Off the road, son.

I saw you.

Did you?

Off the road.

You're the old bill.

How do you do that?

I fell down on a broken bottle.

You know any jokes?

You're looking at one, son.

I saw you and the other geezers round the hole.

Here you are, then.

Can I keep it?

Yeah.

That's two bob I'll make.

Oh, how's that?

Five pence for the hankie,

and five pence for the pills, when I sell.

Rich man.

Off you go, then.

Thanks, mister!

Wait!

What pills?

These.

They were in the bottle.

Where'd you find the bottle?

Done.

Now I want you to walk home,

and when you pass the bottle start whistling,

but keep going, right?

Okay, thanks.

[whistling]

[train rattling on tracks]

Oscar One Four Two to MP, over.

[Dispatcher] Go ahead, Oscar One Four Two.

I'd like you to contact someone at

St. Claire's Hospital for me.

[funky suspenseful electronic music] [tires squeal]

Steroids.

How do you know?

Checked with a friend at the hospital.

They're here?

Better bring a torch, boss.

Torch, Bill.

[groaning]

[crash]

[suspenseful music]

[groaning]

[increasingly suspenseful music]

[muffled shout]

Ronald Peters?

You okay?

[coughing]

I thought I was going to snuff it.

But you're okay?

Which side are you on?

Police.

Well, that's good news.

Can you talk?

I'll be all right.

Have they got Kathy?

No, and we're watching her.

What's their game?

Trigger the alarms, confuse the system.

And while you lot are running around

like demented bluebottles,

they're inside somewhere else, doing the real job.

Any names?

No.

When's the job?

I don't know.

Any ideas?

This evening was a trial run.

Check the lines, watching the chaos.

When do you think they'll move?

Dunno, uh, tonight, tomorrow.

So you don't know where they are,

or when they're coming back.

Sorry, but for some of the time

I wasn't on my best form.

They rough you up?

Not really.

They're armed.

When did they lift you?

Thursday, leaving work.

-With a gun? -Right up my nose.

Could you pass the pills?

Now, look, Mr. Peters, sir.

This may seem a stupid question, but

would you consider sitting it out here?

What?

You don't have to, but if you did,

that would give us a chance to nick 'em all.

I'm not staying down here.

Are you not, Mr. Peters?

Look, I'll give you all the help I can, but

they might kill me.

Can they do the job without you?

No.

Well then, you're safe then, aren't you?

The minute those bells go, we'll be inside with you.

Okay, Mr. Peters?

All right.

Good man.

We'll just tie you a little loosely, you see,

so that you can move about a bit.

Here, come on, give us your hands.

You won't hang around, will you?

Oh, no chance.

Thank you, Mr. Peters.

And if they don't show up soon,

we'll send some nosh in for you, okay?

-You all right? -Ta.

[engine starts]

Good job you've got your own car,

you'd probably be riding on the bonnet of mine.

Oh, back in favor am I, then, sir?

How'd you find out about the phony builder?

I rang them.

An irate dentist told me he was cheesed off

with being asked to repair roofs

and do a bit of sewer work.

You'll have to follow us.

Get the shooters together, George.

And personal radios.

Well, there's no point in all of us suffering,

have you got anything to do?

No, not really.

[George] Extension one eight two.

Well look, George can stay with it til two,

[George] Ah, southern company.

I'll do two til six,

and you pick it up then, okay?

[George] Yes, I'm at Vine Hill,

Okay, I might go and get a wash and a drink.

[George] Yeah, we've located the--

Is that all right with you, George?

First on, til two?

We've located, sorry, we've located

the area of operations.

It's all right if I have a drink, is it, sir?

Sure, yeah.

[George] Yes sir.

I might join you, actually.

[George] Yes, I'm all right, yeah.

I thought of going to the pub across the road.

[George] No, I realize that, sir, but--

Yeah, there's a friend of mine gets in there.

[George] --his absense.

Female, is it?

-Sort of. -[George] DI Regan, DS Keel,

and myself.

Well, I'll, I'll make a phone call, then.

[George] Yes sir.

[rock 'n' roll music]

Over there.

Excuse me.

This is David, a friend of mine,

If he's a friend of yours, Jack,

he's either a copper or a villain.

So.

I'm Annie.

Pleased to meet you.

And you, love.

All right, what'll you have?

No, no, it's my shout,

I wanna see if my horse won.

Well, I can do that.

No, no, it's my shout, what is it?

Well, I never drink off duty, madam.

David?

All right, then, scotch.

Scotch.

I hear you've applied to join the Met.

Yeah.

Well, I don't want to change your mind, or anything,

but don't you think you'll miss le dolce vita in Bristol?

Look, I may mix it differently to you,

I'm fond of the theater, music, literature, art,

but I'm a copper, Bristol or London.

I see.

And the info on the Bristol art theft,

that's 200 grand's worth, I got at the Bath Festival.

In my dinner jacket.

I hope you charged up the hire fee.

Won't believe it, will you?

I like it the hard way.

Here we are, then, get your laughing gear around that.

[laughing]

Cheers, love.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Hello, love.

Hello.

I knew my luck wasn't that good.

Liz, that's Annie, Jack.

My shout, love.

Brandy?

Jack's my new boss.

So that makes you--

Detective Inspector.

In the Regional Crime Squad?

Flying Squad.

Oh, how interesting, I didn't realize.

You're one of the elite, then.

A lot of villains wouldn't say so.

[coughs]

What do you do?

I'm a surgeon.

Oh, are you really?

Which hospital?

St. Claire's, Chelsea.

I was in there once.

I bet it'll be her back next.

Do you know anything about backs?

Told you.

Jack?

Come on, love, we're all off duty now.

That's a lie, you're never off duty.

Have you nicked any of your family today?

I'm a casualty surgeon, but I could

put you onto a friend of mine.

[panting]

I've had pain in me back since the second was born.

You based in London, then?

Yes, mostly.

Do you know David well?

I met him first years ago, when we were both students.

We keep in touch.

Am I a suspect, Inspector?

No, I was just, I was just gonna invite you

to the squad dinner.

How nice, I'd love to.

Will David be there?

Oh, I shouldn't think so,

he'll be back in Bristol by then.

That's very sweet of you.

Of course I'll try and come.

I'm not treading on anybody's toes, am I?

Oh, you mean David?

No, we're very close, very protective, but...

Sort of brother and sister relationship?

Something like that.

So you're happy?

Yeah, I think so.

George is keeping an eye til two,

then I'll take over.

Keel's getting some sleep,

then he'll pick it up at six.

How's Keel doing?

Not bad.

He's the shape of things to come.

Maybe.

So you do rate him?

He'll do.

[Dispatcher] MP to Oscar Seven, MP to Oscar Seven.

Suspects have re-entered the vacant house.

[Voice On Radio] Victor Five One, Five One Echo.

[radio chatter]

[baby cries]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[crashing]

I'm dropping the gun!

You are!

All right, lads, in!

Up, you.

You all right?

Sort of.

It's all over, mate.

Where's the job?

Get lost.

Tell him.

Andy's Jeweler's, Dale Broadway.

Andy's Jeweler's, Dale Broadway.

Hang on a second, Boss.

Why are you disconnecting all those wires?

Oscar One Four Two to MP, over.

[Dispatcher] Go ahead, Oscar One Four Two, over.

What is state of alarm in Vine Hill district, over?

[Dispatcher] All alarm calls have ceased,

with one exception.

The Provincial Bank, Hobart Street.

Boss?

Oscar Seven to MP,

Alert all units, tell them to call at the Provincial Bank,

and confirm these premises are being raided, over.

[Dispatcher] Okay, Oscar Seven, MP standing by.

Let's get it right.

[groaning]

Entry?

Tunnel from Nell power station.

Proper little mole colony, aren't we?

Not your day, is it, son?

[siren] [Dramatic Music]

All over?

No, one of them made a break, he's in there.

Get my anorak, George.

[hiss of machinery]

Gordon Bennet.

We'll never find him in here.

[High-Caliber Gunshots]

Dave!

David!

[gunshot]

David?

David!

Dave!

Get an ambulance, George.

[gunshot]

David!

George.

[George] Yes, guv?

Can you see anything?

[George] Nothing.

Stay there, I'll try and move him.

[George] Okay, guv.

[gunshot]

As I was saying, I've given him an EEG,

but I'd rather we got a neurosurgeon.

Yes, yes, well I'm afraid we'll have to

chat about that later.

Oh, I see, right.

I'm sorry, but I want to make sure

that Graham's got theater four ready,

there's been some kind of a shooting incident

up in the Vine Hill area.

Vine Hill?

Yes, cops and robbers,

some young detective's been hit, evidently.

Here.

Come out, son!

We're armed!

You come on out!

[gunshot]

[Jack] George?

Yes, guv?

[Jack] Any sign?

No, nothing.

He could be anywhere.

[Jack] Can you see Dave?

Hardly, guvnor.

Can you?

[Jack] Yeah, it's bad.

Let's get this bastard.

[Siren]

[Liz] I'm from St. Claire's Hospital.

Oh, a doctor?

Yes, I'm a casualty surgeon.

Well, you can't go in now, Doctor.

Not that you'd make any difference.

Why?

One of them's copped it already.

Who?

Some young skipper from the Sweeney.

The Flying Squad.

I see.

What's wrong, love?

Nothing.

Thought you lot would've been used to it by now.

Yes.

Okay, George, we'll have to go in.

Boss?

I've got him pinned.

Good lad, David!

[gunshot]

[multiple gunshots]

[rifle clatters]

It'll be okay, Dave.

Stretcher!

Is it bad?

Arm and leg, you'll be all right.

I suppose you'll want a plaster or two.

What are you doing here?

Well it is my patch as well, you know.

Radio for blood group O, rhesus negative.

Small dressing.

[beeping]

Lift.

[radio chatter]

He'll be all right, won't he?

Yes, he's lost blood but he should be all right.

[Paramedic] Are you coming, Mrs. Keel?

Yes.

Keel?

Yes.

I'm his wife.

[siren]

Resynced And Corrected By Chuck :D

[Mellow Sweeney Theme]