All language subtitles for The Sweeney S2E8 Poppy 25FPS

Resynced By Chuck

You're very punctual.

Interested?

[Steven] Very.

Yeah, thought you would be.

[Steven] Can we meet?

[Vic] Later.

[Steven] What's the deal?

The first sniff of the law,

no one will ever see
that money again.

I understand, Mr. Labbett.

[phone disconnects]

[funky inquisitive music]

Give us a couple of apples please.

Yep.

That's 10p.

Don't get any cheaper, does it?

There ya are, great, thank you.

Hello? Hello?

He, Hello, Mr. Regan,
it's Alice here.

[Sweeney Theme]

Are you sure?

Well, would I of gotcha
out the kip if it weren't?

Vic Labbett?

I used to work for his
misses when he was away.

He's supposed to be
somewhere in Europe, Alice.

Look, it was him!

Bins and a beard?

Anyone can grown a beard, she
had photos him everywhere,

his misses did.

It was him!

Huh, all right, if you
think I'm wastin' your time.

No, no, it's not that, love.

Here.

Cor blimey,

that should buy me a
couple of pounds of sugar.

This checks out, Alice,

I'll buy a new
feather duster, love.

[chuckles] Cheeky
devil! [laughs]

[George] If he's back,

it can only be for
one thing, right?

[Regan] 410 grand
in foreign currency.

You weren't around
then, were ya?

[George] No, I read about it.

Yeah, the press
hounds thought it

was their second Christmas--

Here are lads.

-Cheers, boss.
-Cheers.

Int there supposed to
be two of 'em though?

Well Labbett said
no but we knew.

Any idea who?

Not really.

No, we saw all his
known associates.

Saw a lot of faces,
heard a lot of alibis.

Do you know where toerag
Smith said he was?

Seeking spiritual guidance,

he was with some hippy
slag in Leicester.

Lucky toerag.

He'll end up in an oxygen tank.

Listen, do we have to go
through all that again?

All Labbett's fan club?

Well Haskins is
arranging more men.

We better go and
see Mrs. Labbett.

I don't know if you're
aware, Mr. Vein,

but there was a misunderstanding

concerning the bank insurance.

An infringement on the
contractual laws of the policy.

I won't go in to details

but we have to cover
the loss ourselves.

Yes, I heard.

The recovery of the money,

even a positive percentage
of it would be a,

how shall I put it,
financially therapeutic.

You realize the, the
implications of Labbett's offer?

Apropos the police.

Labbett is a very clever
and a very cautious man.

He has a lot to lose.

So, have we, Mr. Sterndale if
we aren't equally cautious.

There is no insurance
company involved.

When the money is recovered,

it's quite simple
to filter it back.

No one need ever know
except you and I.

And Labbett.

His offer is
surprisingly reasonable,

100,000 in gem stones.

Yes, well that's all
he'll be able to get

if he fenced the stolen money.

A quarter of its real value?

Diamonds are a much
better deal for him,

more convenient, you can
go anywhere in the world,

they're an
international currency.

Of course, if you
were agreeable,

we, we could play
Mr. Labbett's game

with a slight
variation on the theme.

Get the money back
and the diamonds.

If the police--

Forget it, Sterndale.

You try and outthink Vic Labbett

and you're gonna end up
with a chalk line round you.

Vic's been seen.

Where?

He's back.

In London?

This morning.

I don't believe it.

He's grown a beard and
he's wearing glasses.

You're mistaken, Inspector.

We don't think so.

You think he's here?

You think that I--

We know he's not that stupid.

And we hope you won't be.

He's my husband.

He's a wanted man, Mrs. Labbett.

Half the police in London
are lookin' for him,

any liaison with him
could mean trouble.

How olds the boy now?

[Sally] Seven.

At school?

Yes.

Does he know about Vic?

Er, we'll see ourselves out.

Hello, Ron, look,
I've got to see you.

Soon as possible.

No, no, not here.

All right, when?

No, I can't talk
about it on the phone.

I felt sorry for her.

She wouldn't of thought twice
about spendin' the money

if we hadn't of nicked him.

I dunno.

You just wanted to
squeeze her toothpaste.

Tell you what, if
she knows anythin',

anythin' at all, she's
gonna be on the move.

Look, I'll tuck meself
round the corner.

We keepin' you up, dear?

[chuckles] I just got a
kip when Alice the Mallace

is on the phone bendin' me ear.

[car engine starts]

George?

I'm gonna see Sterndale,
keep in touch.

Yeah.

Thank you.

My wife thinks
Veronica is too thin.

I could give her some exercises.

It's been a long
time, Inspector Regan,

it is still Inspector?

I don't play golf.

That's all right, you sit down.

Erm, sherry?

No thank you, sir, I'm on duty.

I seem to remember that
you were a whiskey drinker.

A little water,
no ice, thank you.

Well, how can I help you?

Vic Labbett's back.

You serious?

Very.

When did you know?

A couple of hours ago.

Has he been arrested?

Give us time, Mr. Sterndale.

Yes, I'm sorry, I
wasn't thinking,

I don't quite understand.

You don't seem to pleased.

I'm rather startled to
be absolutely candid,

somewhat disorientated.

When Labbett escaped
and got abroad I,

we at the bank, naturally
thought that was the last

we should ever hear of
him or of the money.

Do you think there's any chance
of getting the money back?

If we can find Labbett.

Do you still believe
that the money

never left the
country, Inspector?

I'd bet my pension on it.

And that's why Labbett is back.

And if you had half a
million hidden away,

wouldn't you take the chance?

I take your point.

Is there anything I can do?

Not at the moment, no.

I just thought you'd like
to know and I was passing.

That was very thoughtful.

That's the best malt
I've ever tasted.

Here we go.

She don't look like she's
goin' shoppin', come on.

[upbeat music]

Take it easy, not too close.

Stay with her, Stan.

[Stan] She can drive.

[George] Yeah, she's sussed.

Get extra points if
they're on a crossing.

[Stan] Whoops!

[car tires screech]

[George] If you
lose her, Stanley,

you'll be back
mending punctures.

[doorbell rings]

Hello, Sal.

What's up?

What's the matter?

It's Vic, he's back, Ron,

Regan's been round.

And you came straight here?

I was very careful!

Yeah.

Well he had to
come back sometime.

[eerie music]

I forgot how damn
cold this country was.

Mr. Labbett?

What's the verdict?

Sterndale agrees.

100 grand?

Yeah, he's contactin'
Hatton Garden,

it can be done without
arousing any undue interest.

24 hours?

That's not very long.

Long enough.

How do I contact you?

You don't.

You sure Regan
isn't playing games?

You can never be
sure with that one.

Yeah, he's a real bundle of fun.

When Vic was on
remand in Brixton

I remember him tellin'
me he'd been nicked

by the sharpest bastard in
the job, they were his words.

Well, perhaps he's trying it on.

No, Vic's back, I can feel it.

The only thing we
can do is wait.

If you contacts you, Ron,

tell him I've got to see him.

Tell him about the
boy, how he misses him,

tell him nothings
changed, I love him.

Sure, Sal.

I can't go on, Ron.

Explain to him, will you?

Explain what it's
like never knowing,

living from day to day as if.

Aw, come on, girl,
we'll sort it out, eh?

Vic always said you were
the only real friend he had.

[chuckles] I'm surprised Regan
hasn't been round already.

You're clean, Ron.

He'll put the hand on all Vic's
associates with form first.

That should just about
give us enough time.

I don't think you ought
to come here again.

[Whistling]

Oi, what you got under your arm?

Hairs, guv'nor, what
you got under yours?

Comedian!

Oh, here they come,
Handsome and Gristle.

Sorry, 'guv.

He talks too much, George.

He's not a happy man.

Listen, shall we go and have
another word with Mrs. Labbett?

Oh, she won't tell us anythin'.

Well do you think she
knows where Labbett is?

Nope.

Well where was she
goin' in such a hurry?

To see someone special
about Vic's prodigal return.

You think she's got
a big of nookie?

No, not Sally Labbett.

It's three years, 'guv.

I mean the old hormones get
a bit frisky, don't they?

She's a one man woman,
it's rare these days.

Well where was she goin' then?

Well who else would wanna know?

Mr. Mystery?

That's right, Vic's hod
carrier from three years ago,

he hasn't been paid yet.

Kay, Kay Nolan?

Yes?

My name's Ron Brett.

What do you want?

We can't talk out here.

What do we have to talk about?

Vic.

How did you know about--

Vic and you?

Well let's just say I knew, eh?

-Does his wife--
-No.

He was polite, too polite.

Maybe he thought you
wanted to open an account.

I reckon he knew
Labbett was back.

Oh, leave it out, 'guv, we
only knew six hours ago.

Labbett contacted him.

A deal?

Well, why not?

It's better to get the
money out or do a deal.

There was no insurance.

Well all the more reason.

Nah, Sterndale would of rung us.

If Labbett did make contact,

Sterndale'll be under
strict instructions,

blind, dumb and daft

or he'll never see a dirty
Deutschmark of that poppy.

Labbett's got a go
between, a fixer.

Any idea who?

That's what we've
gotta find out, innit?

France, Denmark, North
Africa, he keeps moving,

haven't heard from
him in months.

He's back.

Back?

He was seen this morning.

Fool.

Look, I have to speak to him.

They'll get him.

What was that inspectors name?

Regan.

Vic said he was a bastard.

Does Regan know he's back?

Yes.

What's Vic playing at?

Look, I want to help
but I can't help

if he's gonna play hard to find,

now tell him that, he'll
know where to find me.

Will you do that?

What're you after?

Money?

Well half that
poppy's mine, darlin'.

It was you with Vic
three years back.

Yeah, didn't he tell you?

No, no he didn't.

Yeah, well I got him out.

So you can see I don't want
him to go and be nicked

anymore than you do.

Now I reckon he'll come here

'cause no one else
knows about you.

What about Regan?

If Regan knew about you

they'd be one of his cowboys
under your bed right now.

My home and business numbers,

there's always somebody who
knows how to get in touch.

I know what you
must think of me.

Vic's mistress.

Yeah well, it's
none of my business.

He's given you 24 hours.

Veronica, get me Mr. Rosenthal.

[Veronica] Yes, sir.

The sooner we get
this over with,

the sooner Labbett can
get back to Portugal

or wherever it is
he buries himself.

Yes.

And if the police
get a sniff of him

they'll be all over us.

Mr. Labbett sounds too
ingenious for that to happen.

[Veronica] Mr. Rosenthal isn't
available, Mr. Sterndale,

I have his secretary.

Tell her to get him to ring
me as soon as he comes in,

it's very urgent.

[Veronica] Yes, sir.

Damn.

Relax, you've got 23 hours.

Hello, Carter?

No, he's out with Mr. Haskins?

When?

Yeah, all right, Daniel's.

Yeah, cheers, I'll
tell him, ta-ra.

It's like talkin' to
a half hundred weight

of condemned veal.

Listen, Daniel's just phoned,

he's recognized one of
Sterndale's appointments.

[phone ringing]

[Regan] You never
have time to get tea

in this frontier.

[suspenseful music]

Well?

Steven Vane.

He went in to see Sterndale
about three o'clock,

he was in there for
half an hour, 'guv.

Who is he?

He's a loss adjuster,
well he was.

He used to work a couple of
major insurance companies

'till he got himself into a
bind over some stolen paintings,

about this time last year,

then it came to prosecution.

He's bent?

[scoffs] Bent as you can
be without getting nicked.

Last time I saw him, he was
barkin' at the porcelain

in some Richmond pub.

He could be the fixer,

the go between with
Labbett and the bank.

Yeah, why else would Sterndale

have anything to do with him.

This is good, George.

Can I get back, 'guv?

Yeah, I'll send someone
out to replace you.

Listen, I'm gonna switch the
major surveillance on to Vane,

stitch him right up, get
everybody in, George,

no excuses, we've got
nothin' on that can't wait

for a couple of days.

Right, 'guv.

I wanna know every move
Vane makes, round the clock,

if he belches, I
wanna know about it.

[suspenseful music]

Thought you'd given that up?

Vic!

[Smooch]

-Hello.
-Hello.

I missed ya, Kay.

Beard suits you.

You haven't changed,
not a scrap.

I'm three years older.

Aren't we all?

I thought you might
of forgotten me.

Don't say that.

Well, I mean, all those
exotic, continental women.

[laughs] You know
me better than that.

Was it bad, love?

Well, a bit lonely.

You look done in.

I haven't had a good nights
sleep for three years.

Come on, upstairs.

Do you still have the same bed?

Nothings changed, Vic.

I wouldn't have
it any other way.

27 across, a head long fall

is extremely dangerous
for Australians.

I knew an Australian bird once,

she had a squint and
long fingernails.

Make your eyes water.

I love you, Kay.

You don't have to say that, Vic.

I never say anything
that I don't mean.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Yes there is.

Ron Brett was round earlier.

Ron?

But he doesn't know about you.

He knew where to find me.

How?

He wouldn't say.

He wants to see you.

He knows that I'm back?

But nobody knows but Vane and...

What did Ron say?

Regan went to see your wife.

Regan?

That's all I need!

Why the hell didn't you
tell me this before?

I'm sorry, Vic.

Sorry?

I haven't seen you
in three years!

Yeah?

Get out, now Vic, while
there's still time.

No.

I'll come with you, if you like.

Anywhere!

We can start again, I
can work, please, Vic.

I can't leave just like that,

I've got arrangements
to make, I need money.

I've got some, nearly 2,000,

I can get it in 20 minutes.

Two grand wouldn't buy me
a ride in a paddle boat

on a pond.

I've got 400,000 pounds coming.

I thought it was that.

I've got a deal going,
least I thought I had.

That moneys bad news, Vic.

Ever since you did that
bank it's bought you,

your family, me,
nothing but unhappiness.

Don't get sentimental
with me, Kay!

One things kept me going
for the last three years,

one thought, the money.

Thanks!

Thanks a lot.

It's good to know how
important you are to someone.

Oh, come on, Kay.

I'm beginning yo understand
how your wife must feel.

[Finger Slap!]

I'm sorry, Vic!

I want your car.

[Kay] I shouldn't of said.

I don't understand this.

Vic?

Vic?

Vic, it's Ron.

You've still got a voice like
a demolition ball! [laughs]

Vic!

How are ya, son?

Worried.

What's this about Regan?

He paid on Sal, said
you'd been spotted.

Spotted?

Not set up?

Nah, Vic.

Good.

Who'd set you up, Vic?

Ah, forget it.

Are you back to collect?

Nah, I come to get
a sun tan! [laughs]

Sal's in a bit of a state.

Yeah, how's the nipper?

Oh, he's great, he's a
knockout, he's at school now.

You'd be proud, Vic,
she's a great mother.

I know.

She wants to see you.

Yeah, well, you know.

I can arrange it Vic,
just give me the word.

No, wouldn't help.

Look Vic, it's none
of my business but--

That's right, Ron,
none of your business.

If that's the way it is.

How did you know
about me and Kay?

I saw you with her one night.

You didn't notice me,
you were too preoccupied.

So I made a few
discreet inquiries.

Did ya?

Made a few discreet
inquiries, did ya?

Does Sal know?

Oh, come on, Vic!

Who'd tell her?

Well I don't want
her to know, ever.

I want you to make a
few arrangements for me,

cost a bit but I'll pay
you out of my share.

That's my boy!

When you gonna collect?

When you've made
the arrangements.

Boom boom!

[gentle funky inquisitive
mellow electronic music] :P

[water splashes]

[metal clunking]

I thought we agreed

that you weren't gonna
come here anymore?

I had one of Regan's
men round this morning,

he was asking me
when I last saw you.

I want to see Vic.

It's too dangerous.

Regan's got his men everywhere,

Vic's gotta get out.

[Sally] Without
seeing me at all?

That wouldn't of been difficult

-if he hadn't of been spotted.
-Wouldn't it?

Vic's thinking of you,
he's trying to protect you.

[Sally] You've seen him?

To make arrangements.

He needs contacts, money.

That's why he's back, isn't it?

We've had a long wait, Sal,

but it hasn't been easy for Vic.

I wished to God you'd
never done the job.

Oh, Sal.

I knew, I knew at the
time it'd turn sour!

I said so but Vic
wouldn't listen.

You can't turn back
the clock, Sal.

What am I supposed to do?

Wait another three years?

Five years?

10 years?

It's no different
to Vic being inside,

at least I could
visit him in prison.

It'll be different
when we get the money.

Will it?

Look, Vic'll sort it out,

he'll send for you and the boy.

What am I supposed
to say to David?

He's not a baby anymore,
he asks questions.

Do I tell him his dads dead?

No!

Why not?

Get it over with, get
Vic out of our lives.

Look, I gotta go, Sal, I
gotta see a man about a plane.

You're going to see Vic again.

Yes.

Let me come with you, Ron.

[Ron] Sal.

Please!

Please, Ron, do this for me.

Vic said no.

Why?

Why won't he see me?

I'm late as it is.

There's something
you're not telling me,

is it something I've done?

Is it something Vic
thinks I've done?

Oh, you know there's
been no men, Ron.

Oh for god sake, Sal, I
can't make Vic see you

if he doesn't want to!

Look, I didn't mean it like that.
Now look...

I've got to go, Sal,
now, have a drink,

I'll be back in an hour.

[glass smashes]

All right, Stanley,

let's stick a tow
rope on him this time.

Any problems?

No, not so far.

Came straight here,
parked, straight in.

He's gone to collect
100 grand in diamonds.

Diamonds?

Sterndale brought 'em from a
straight Hatton Garden dealer

called Rosenthal,

I've just come from him.

He said the banker wasn't
interested in color,

weight, cut, anythin', just
wanted 100 grands worth.

Rosenthal said it was like
buyin' a bag of peanuts.

Here, hold up.

It's on, George.

You'll get a petal
for your courtesy days

if you don't lose him.

[upbeat music]

[suspenseful music]

We'll give him five minutes.

You're late.

Yes, Sterndale kept me.

Is that it?

Yeah, got the diamonds?

It's been an experience

doing business with
you, Mr. Labbett.

Wonderful.

You stupid, greedy little git.

What?

You've done a deal
with the filth.

No, look I promise you--

With Regan!

[gunshot]

[Hit em while he's down!]

[suspenseful music]

[car tires screech]

Take it easy, son.

Where the hell is he?

I think he went
over there, 'guv!

Well what are you
doing standing around

looking like a modaway
breakfast, get going!

I think I'm better with half
a dozen old ages pensioners!

Vic!

Stop!

[gunshots fire]

You all right?

[Man] Yeah.

Where's Labbett?

I dunno, 'guv.

What are you doin' poncin'
around with him then?

He's not dyin', is he?

You two, up that end, go on.

[psychologically jarring suspenseful music]

Let's get down there and
get those exits blocked.

[police sirens wailing]

Check him out and
don't take all night!

Oh dear, oh dear.

What do we do now then, 'guv?

Let's all go ice skatin',

with a bit of luck
we might break a leg.

[Police Radio] Alpha
three one, go ahead.

Cow!

[phone rings]

4511?

Vic!

Where are you?

Yeah, yeah, it's all arranged.

What?

Gimme that again, hang on.

Yeah, about 45 minutes.

What?

Are you all right?

Hey, Vic, have
you got the money?

[phone disconnects]

Vic?

[doorbell rings]

Kay Nolan?

Yes?

Detective Inspector Regan,
Detective Sergeant Carter,

may we come in?

What for?

About your car.

What about it?

Can we come in?

It must of been stolen.

Did you report it stolen?

I've been asleep.

Your keys.

I left them in the car.

Do you always leave
your keys in your car?

I, I wasn't feeling well.

How long you known Vic Labbett?

Who?

Labbett.

I don't know him.

Yes ya do.

You've got no right to barge
into my home and accuse me--

An hour ago Vic Labbett
shot and killed a man!

He also shot a police officer.

He's armed and dangerous.

He'll kill again if he has to.

Oh, Vic.

We've got to find him.

Vic?

Vic?

[Kay] And then he took the car.

-Do you know where he went?
-No.

Did he say anything about--

You know Vic, he
doesn't say much.

'Guv?

Haskins has sent someone
down to nick Ron Brett.

Well get down to
the local factory

and get someone to
take her statement.

Then we'll go and
see Sally Labbett.

Are you going to
tell her about me?

If I have to.

Vic was right,
you are a bastard.

Where's the money, Vic?

I'll kill that Regan.

The money, Vic!

The money!

I hid the money in a factory!

I went to collect it
and Regan was waitin'.

How did he know?

Even I didn't know!

Who did you tell?

No one.

Kay?

Did you tell that
little scrubber?

Shut your mouth!

You're gonna get me away, Ron.

Put the shooter away, Vic.

If Regan gets me again--

Put it away, Vic!

He gets the both of us.

Three years I've waited, Vic.

Three bloody long years!

Vic Labbett, Mr. Big!

Shut it, Ron, shut your mouth!

Three bloody long years, Vic!

200 grand!

How did Regan know, Vic?

Perhaps you talk in your sleep,

perhaps Regan's bloody psychic!

That lousy cousins
really screwed you, Vic,

you said he would, remember?

He screwed us both!

Kay was right.

That poppy's
brought us bad luck.

Stay there, if Brett
comes back, nick him.

Bad breath, parking on
a yellow line, anything,

just nick him!

Is Vic with Brett?

Probably.

[Regan] Where?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Look, Sally, I'm giving
you a last chance.

Leave me alone,
just leave me alone!

Do you know who put
us on to Ron Brett?

I'm not interested.

Kay Nolan.

Who's she?

Vic's mistress.

Liar!

We just came from her.

Vic wouldn't, I'd of known,
Ron would've told me.

Well he didn't, did he?

Vic's known her for five years.

No!

You're lying!

You're always lying, Regan,
it's second nature to you!

She lives a muse
house in Kensington.

Vic brought the lease for her.

He was with her this morning.

Ron's arranged a plane.

Where from?

I'm not sure but if it's
like three years ago,

there's a farm, they use one
of the fields for landing.

Where?

Burt Simmond's place, Ottershaw.

[sighs] We're early.

Hmm.

I'll have to settle up
with you later, Ron.

200 grand?

What do you suggest?

Postal order once a week?

You'll have to
settle up with Sal,

she thinks the word of ya.

I'll send for her and David
when I get it together.

[police sirens wailing]

Where the hell is he?

Take it easy, Vic.

[police sirens wailing]

Look after Sal and the
boy for me, will ya?

-Keep in touch this time.
-Yeah, yeah.

[plane engine whirring]

[police sirens wailing]

Bloody law!

[upbeat music]

Hope you're bloody insured!

Hello, Vic, enjoy your holiday?

Oh, great.

Hey, Regan?

How did you know?

About the plane?

About the money.

Hasn't Vic told you?

'Bout his little deal?

With the bank?

Deal?

[tuts] Naughty Victor, secrets.

I thought you two
girls were mates?

I think you London
policemen are wonderful.

What's he on about, Vic?

Where are the stones?

The diamonds!

You've been cattled, Mr. Brett.

Where are they, Vic?

Hmm?

What, what diamonds?

You're gonna tell
me where they are.

Oh yeah?

Am I? [chuckles]

Vane's dead.

What he do? Get run over?

He didn't tell us
anything, you know.

Look, will somebody let me
in to this conversation?

What diamonds and who's Vane?

He's used you, Kay,
his misses, all of ya.

He's like that.

What's he on about, Vic?

It's all over, Vic.

That's what you said
three years ago.

It's different now,

you haven't got a friend left.

Okay, get 'em out.

What diamonds, Vic?

There aint no diamonds,

he's a nutter 'int he?

[George] Another lift, 'guv?

No.

Resynced By Chuck

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