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Stick the car around the back.

Resynced And Corrected By Chuck

[car engine gunning]

How much?

27 grand, I make it.

I make it beautiful.

Here you are, son.

[glasses clinking]

A drop of this.

It's a bit early for breakfast.

We can afford it now.

No cherries.

Did you see that bloke's face when you put him

in the cupboard?

[both laugh]

That Peter, happened like a dream, didn't it?

You know something, you deserve another one.

You'd better make it a big one.

No.

[glass breaking]

Hold it.

Now back off.

Back off.

Move and you'll end up on the critical list.

You, put it back in the bag.

Who sent you, Kirby?

Was it Kirby?

Kirby's an idiot.

He's got about as much intelligence as a jar of worms.

[screaming]

[The Sweeney Theme!]

Morning, governor.

This looks a bit naughty.

27 grand in cash.

Isn't this Division?

We got it first.

[Regan] Doesn't look like a tearaway

with a tin opener, does it?

Listen, governor, they were in and out

in less than 90 minutes.

As for a fancy alarm system, see.

Class, George.

You know, I've got a sneaking admiration

for this sort of craftsmanship.

[gasping]

Barry should be here by now.

It's still bleeding, look.

Let me call a proper doctor, Pete.

[Pete] No.

But I can't stop it, look at it.

It'll be okay.

Doc Clare's a good bloke.

[Liz] When he's sober.

You know, they locked the security guard in a cupboard.

Was he hurt?

Well, it didn't do his ego much good, but apart from that,

they were real gentlemen.

Descriptions?

Average height, average build between 20 and 50,

stocking masks.

At night, all cats are black.

Ah, something like that.

Ta.

Got any ideas, George?

Bobby Haigh?

Is he around again?

Uh, got married.

What about Thomas Reece Llewellyn?

The cockney Welshman?

It's his manor, isn't it?

And he's got the touch.

You know who else's manor it is, don't you?

Surprise me.

Mr. Haskins.

Is it?

Yeah, when he was in Division.

Does he know about this?

He's on his way.

What, with his handcuffs and deerstalker? [laughs]

[Liz] Shut the door.

Yeah.

Pete's in a right state.

[Dr. Clare] Where is he?

Through here.

You took your time.

Get me some hot water and a dish, will you please?

[clattering]

Looks like a two two.

Feels like a sodding mortar shell.

[Dr. Clare] It's going to take some getting out.

Just get it out.

[glass clattering on table]

[gasping]

Impressive.

Any ideas?

Well, it is your old ground.

Hmm, well, I know two local box men who are good enough.

Bobby Haigh and, um.

[George] Tommy Llewellyn?

Well, three then.

[George] Who's the other one?

Well, he was 19 when he was first nicked.

His old man was in demolition, Jenner, Peter Jenner.

[George] What about his co-pilot?

The wire man.

Could be a new team.

See this, guv, it's got all the latest gear,

and he knew how to use it.

Must have cost.

Well, maybe they were financed.

[piano music]

[loud knocking on door] [Shave and a Haircut]

[teacher talking to dance students]

[Herbie] I felt it was you.

I've got something for you, Mr. Mew.

I wasn't expecting you so soon.

In here.

Never know who's hanging around.

Well, did it go like I said?

Clockwork [thumping on head]

It's five hundred.

Here, well, I mean there weren't no trouble?

Nope.

They didn't seem very happy about it, though.

I'll bet.

What a strike to pull, eh?

Let them do all the graft, take all the risk,

and then move in.

I ain't never had so much money.

Well, with your ears and my charm,

we could make a lot more.

[laughing] Well, I might have something else for you.

You'd have to be quick, though.

What is it?

Well, I've got to suss it out first,

could you come back later?

Get as much sleep as you can.

I'll come back tomorrow.

Okay, doc, Barry will see you all right.

[clanking of medical instruments]

He's a lucky man, an inch higher and, ah.

Well, thanks, Doc.

It's all I got at the moment.

The job didn't work out.

I see.

I'm sorry.

[door closing]

Has he gone?

Yeah.

Scruffy old bastard, he stinks of drink.

No wonder they struck him off.

I don't like him and I don't trust him.

Yeah, well, I gotta get some fresh air, thanks.

Do you want anything out?

Yeah, the animal that shot Peter.

[door closing]

[George] Well, it's nice to see you

so fresh and awake, governor.

Someone put something in my drink last night.

What?

Alcohol.

[George laughing]

Where did you slide off to?

Remember the girl in that club?

The one who slagged you off for using her lighter?

Deidre?

Yeah, Deidre [laughing]

Oh, dear.

I'll tell you if Freud had met her,

he'd have thrown away his couch and become a tattooist.

Oh, dear.

Yeah, well, I better get off to Tommy Llewellyn.

Yeah, watch him, George, he's a weirdo

and he's hard enough to roller skate on.

I better get my skates on then.

[dramatic funky music]

I've been on the look for you, son.

Hello, Skef.

Where's your china?

At home.

Now look, Skef, we had a bit of bother.

Ain't that right.

You better come tell me about it, ain't you.

You had an appointment early this morning with Mr. Kirby.

I know, but as I

No buts, son, not with me.

Listen you great [groaning].

Mr. Kirby's waiting.

[engine roars]

[alarm sounding]

Hello, Bobby, you responsible

for this burglar alarm next door?

They've been trying to stop it

for half an hour, Mr. Regan.

What's all this then?

Very domestic.

Yeah, well, I, I got hitched.

Yeah, so I heard.

You do the cooking as well?

You want to prod, guv?

Where were you last night, Bobby?

Someone being naughty?

Someone with your touch.

Oh, ho, ho, no way Mr. Regan, I'm retired.

Well, I'm married now.

Usually drives 'em to crime [Bobby laughs]

Where were you?

I was at the hospital, well,

the maternity hospital all night.

A boy, how about that?

[Rock music?]

Llewellyn?

I want a word with you.

Who let the flies in?

I've got a car outside if you prefer the factory.

You've got a mess of aggression, Sergeant Carter.

Where were you last night?

I attended a secret meeting of the Welsh Nationalists.

We're thinking of selling the Houses of Parliament

to the Arabs.

All right then, I'll ask you once more.

Where were you last night?

With a friend.

What was her name?

Barrett, Helen Barrett.

Her old man's a cozzer, perhaps you know him.

You're rubbish, taffy.

If you weren't official, I'd tear your face off.

You mean you'd try something.

Any time, Mr. Carter.

Hold still, Tony.

[door opening]

Leave it.

[door shutting]

You're late, son.

Several hours late.

[Tyson] I can explain, Mr. Kirby.

I hope so, I do hope so.

Where's Jenner?

On his back.

What do you mean?

He's been shot.

That security guard wasn't armed.

You weren't carrying?

No.

Then how?

Can I have a drink?

What's up with him?

He got a bit trappy.

Jenny, get him a brandy.

Where's the money?

Gone.

What do you mean, gone?

Well, that's it, the money's gone, Mr. Kirby.

We had it, all right, and then we lost it.

Get out.

Tyson, I don't think I know what you're talking about.

It's the truth.

You're joking, of course.

Oh, you are being humorous.

[glass crashing]

I asked you a question.

The job went like a dream.

We ran it out just like we planned.

27 grand.

That's more than I thought.

Go on.

We got back to Pete's place, the garage.

We were going to dump the tools,

then come over to you with the money, but--

You have my undivided attention, Mr. Tyson.

There was this face with a shooter.

It came from nowhere.

It put me down and shot Pete in the thigh.

Took the money.

Just like that.

We both had a go at him.

I have a sense of humor.

I'm noted for my sense of humor.

It's the truth.

Doc Clare has just pulled a bullet.

Pete was in a bad way.

You're both in a bad way, son.

I put up two grand to finance this job,

two grand that I expected back plus.

Plus a third.

Nine grand, my lightning calculation makes that 11 grand.

What have I got, a bleeding heart story

and a broken brandy glass.

[Tyson] We're just as sick as you are, Mr. Kirby.

What's this gentleman look like?

[birds squawking]

Hello, Barney, how are we?

[parrot squawks]

I bet Tony Kirby's screaming louder than that.

[Regan] Are you Mrs. Jenner?

No, flat one.

Thanks.

[doorbell ringing]

I'm looking for Peter Jenner.

Who are you?

[Regan] Can I come in?

He's in bed, ill.

[Regan] This is official.

He's asleep, the doctor said he was to sleep.

What's wrong with him?

Food poisoning, salmonella.

Nasty.

We went out for a meal last night, they gave us crab,

said it was lobster.

He's allergic to crab.

Is he in there?

No.

In here.

I suppose you'll want to check.

Listen, I know he's got a record,

but is this really necessary?

I've got a job to do, love.

It's not a particularly nice one, but one thing it is,

and that's necessary.

[smooth radio playing music]

[keyboard tune]

Jenner's in bed, ill, food poisoning, so his wife says.

And?

I checked out the doctor they're registered with

and every other local doc.

None of them have visited.

Did you see Jenner?

Yeah, he's ill all right.

He's got a face the color of a cheap envelope.

There's something else.

I know her but I can't place the face.

[more keyboard music]

Well, well, well.

[George] Barry Tyson, now he is a good wire man.

I thought he was in Dundee.

[Regan] Well, obviously, he's back.

You know what they say about him, don't you?

They reckon he's got liquid solder instead of blood.

[Regan] They're quite a team, Jenner and Tyson.

Should we pull 'em?

No, I want 'em separate.

You're a greedy little gannet, aren't you?

You scoffed 'til you were sick.

You got no IQ.

You gotta learn to think things out.

Stay one step ahead.

Or you get eaten.

[fast & funky bass guitar]

[faster bass music]

[shouting]

[thud and scream]

[crashing]

[Tyson] Get off.

Get off.

[Regan] You're nicked, blossom.

You all right, George?

Oh, yeah, wonderful.

Is that better?

Unh.

I've nicked the kid and the heavy mob have been around

to Jenner's place.

I've checked with the doc, and Jenner did stop one.

This is all getting a bit poisonous.

Well, they haven't pulled Jenner.

Not yet, but they will.

Better have a word with his pretty little wife.

I was taking him some snow.

Those two twenties you found.

[Regan] Well, what's wrong with him?

Food poisoning, we had a dodgy meal last night.

With?

[Tyson] Well, didn't Liz tell you?

She didn't mention your name.

What restaurant did you go to?

[Tyson] I can't remember.

Pete was driving.

Why did you run?

Well, I didn't know who it was, did I?

Who'd you think it was?

I owe some money, they've been getting a bit persistent.

Shall I tell you where you were early this morning?

If you have to.

Clipping off an alarm system, not a mile from this nick.

You have got a vivid imagination.

[George] So that Jenner can perform on the peter.

He's straight now, has been for three years.

You are very aggravating.

I am trying to help.

Obviously, you have a problem understanding.

Listen, governor, if Jenner is hurt, I mean badly,

he's going to need some sort of treatment, right?

Right.

Well, you've checked all the straight surgeries,

haven't you?

Doc Clare.

Should I go and blow in his ear?

You'd do better pouring a bottle of Napoleon down it.

[both laughing]

[suspenseful music]

Mrs. Jenner?

Yes.

Mr. Kirby would like a word with you.

[Liz] You're hurting me.

[door slamming]

We haven't met, I'm Kirby.

I've heard all about you.

Not too unkind, I hope.

I heard you had a visit.

Have you heard that Pete's been shot?

That's very unfortunate.

It's a pity you can't have your cut of the pain.

Did you know they've nicked young Barry?

No, when?

I do hope he's being sensible.

You're frightening, Mr. Kirby.

One word, one word out of place from either of 'em

and he'll be in a wheelchair.

[gasping]

Liz! Liz?!

[gasping]

My sincere felicitations to Mr. Regan

and all the gentlemen of the Yard.

You haven't answered my question.

Haven't I?

No.

Your whole life must be one continuous question, sir,

an endless inquisition.

Peter Jenner has been hurt.

Who?

Somebody went to a lot of trouble

to bring Tyson back from Scotland.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking, Mr. Fix-it himself,

Tony Kirby.

It's got his smell all over it.

He's been the entrepreneur behind far too many

of the big jobs we've had through here.

Yeah, well, we gotta prove that.

If we could just tie Jenner and Tyson into Kirby.

Well, first we've gotta get evidence

they cracked that peter.

Well, it must be them.

Well, you know that, Frank, I know it,

every copper with half a nose would,

but Tyson knows we've got nothing.

And Jenner is twice as bright.

[Liz] Oh, no, Pete!

Ken.

Hi, Jack.

[Regan] How's your luck?

It's all aces.

[Regan] Yeah, I can see that.

What's been happening, then?

It's a long story.

You know, I missed you and this ant hill, believe it or not.

I, ah, I heard about you and Kate, I'm sorry.

Thought you two had all the answers.

Yeah, just too many questions, Ken.

I want to talk to you.

Well, I'm a bit pushed at the moment, mate.

Not here, anyway.

Look, can you manage dinner tonight?

It's important, I'll pick you up about eight o'clock.

Yeah, all right.

Where are you living?

Ah, actually a wonderful place, you'll love it.

There we go.

Hey, watch the landlady, she bites.

How did Ken Algar get in here?

He forged a warrant card.

I wouldn't put it past him.

He could have gone a long way,

if he'd had a bit more patience.

A very long way.

Yeah, he could have ended up with the key

to the executive khazi.

[snoring]

[piano music]

[door rattling]

[door slamming]

[Vaughan] Taking it easy, are we?

That's handsome, new is it?

You shot Peter Jenner.

In the leg.

[Herbie] You told me there was no trouble.

Nothing I couldn't handle.

Better watch it, Kirby's going spare.

Well, he's just going to have to swallow it, isn't he?

[Herbie] If he ever finds out.

But he won't, will he?

Because if he ever does, I'll know who talked

and that could be the end of a very profitable partnership.

Oh, no, I don't want nothing more to do with you.

I don't like shooters

and I don't like the people what's use 'em.

Well, what was I supposed to do, say,

please give me the money?

You wasn't straight with me.

You've got some information for me, snout.

No, I haven't.

Oh, yeah.

No, no.

I'll be around tomorrow.

[gun firing, electrical whining]

At three.

[gunshot bangs]

So if you don't come across.

[gunshot whizzing, glass breaking]

They got operations everywhere, Australia, Singapore,

Sweden, I mean, they're not into transporting bags

of pennies to post offices.

This is class security, Jack.

It's the international shipment

of paintings, bonds, antiques, jewelry.

I mean they've even got their own aircraft.

Well, it's very tempting.

I'll tell you, you'd be a mug to turn it down.

I mean, what you got out of the job?

Busted marriage, bags under your eyes,

two rooms in Hammersmith.

Nah, get out, Jack.

Get out while you've still got your own teeth.

When do you need an answer?

[Algar] Ah, I've got to go to Chicago

on the twenty-third.

Well, that's less than a week.

I know, it's difficult, was for me, too.

I promise you, I've never regretted my decision.

Well, you were always more ambitious than me.

Just happened to be in the right place

at the right time, that's all.

Do you really enjoy working for a prat like Haskins?

He's not a bad copper.

He's a wally, he's sending out for his pension.

I bet he grows tomatoes in window boxes

and has a wife that makes him cut his toenails.

They're over there.

Thank you.

Sorry about this, guv.

Peter Jenner, he's in hospital, he's been shot.

I know, you gotta go.

I'll bell you in a couple of days.

Thanks for the meal.

Ah, Jack, stay lucky, huh.

[Regan] Yeah.

Did you enjoy your dinner?

Yeah, great, thanks.

Marvelous, thank you, bye bye.

Well.

Well, the doctor at the hospital reckons it was a two two,

close range and whoever removed it knew about bullet wounds.

Like an ex-Army surgeon.

Should we pull Doc Clare?

No, I want you to go over to Jenner's garage.

You got a warrant?

Yeah.

Who the hell shot him?

And why?

[phone ringing]

Kirby.

Hospital?

How bad is he?

Now, Skef, you stay away from her.

The old bill will be on her.

Tony.

Tony, who is it?

Shut it.

Well, can't you call them back later?

Will you shut it?

Look, there's nothing we can do until morning.

All right, so they nicked Jenner.

He knows what will happen if he gets careless.

I can't work this one out, Jack.

[Regan] You and me both.

The security guard wasn't armed.

Tyson and Jenner are not known for carrying guns.

[Regan] They're artists, not hooligans.

Could it have been Kirby?

[Regan] Or his minder.

But why, if Kirby was financing the blag.

I'm going to say Jenner's wife.

[Haskins] What about the doctor?

Could you pick him up?

[Haskins] Yes, of course.

You ever met him?

[Haskins] No.

Well, you question him, he'll be impressed.

Could you have my car ready, please.

No, I'm not going home.

Well, if she rings again, tell her I'm out on a case.

[suspenseful music]

[drawer rattling and squeaking]

[doorbell ringing]

I've only just got back from the hospital.

How is he?

They gave him a transfusion.

Can I come in?

You know, we've nicked Barry Tyson.

I know nothing, I don't want to know anything.

Look, love, we've got your husband and Tyson cold

for that Wembley job, I want the maniac

that shot your husband.

Peter was with me all night.

Then you must have shot him.

I'm very tired.

You were a very good field surgeon.

Korea, Palestine.

Did you serve, Mr. Haskins?

National Service.

Which regiment?

Royal Signets.

Intelligence?

In a minor capacity.

How refreshing to talk to an articulate police officer.

I'm sorry to have to bring you here

but there are questions we need answers to.

I don't wish to appear obstructive, Mr. Haskins,

but, what is all this about?

Peter Jenner was admitted to hospital four hours ago.

He'd hemorrhaged, they gave him an emergency transfusion.

I suppose it would be unrealistic of me to claim

that I know nothing about it.

I think so, don't you, Doctor Clare?

[suspenseful music]

Well, come on, what's Peter doing, get mixed up

with a lunatic like Kirby?

Would you please leave now?

Did Skef Warren shoot Peter?

No.

Well, then who did?

I don't know.

Look Mrs. Jenner, in my job you learn

to smell fear and you're frightened.

Of course, I'm frightened.

I'm frightened of you, I'm frightened of Kirby.

Sometimes I'm even frightened of myself

in case I should talk to somebody I shouldn't.

Say something I shouldn't.

When you're married to somebody like Peter,

you have to learn to live with it.

It's not easy.

I had it all with my old man.

My mother grew old before her time.

She was dead at 50.

I thought I knew you.

You're Herbie Mew's daughter.

Please leave me alone.

I want to help, love.

I want to put Kirby away

so he can't screw up people's lives.

It's a bit late for that.

[flask cap rattling]

Did you know there was a shooting?

Tyson told me in the car.

Did he say who shot him?

No.

Did he say why?

No.

No indication at all.

No.

[Haskins] Well, we've already arrested Tyson.

It's only a matter of time with Jenner.

All we have to do now is find the money.

That might not be easy.

What do you mean?

Well, the young one, Tyson,

he said the job hadn't worked out.

They were his precise words.

You mean they don't have the money?

Not as I understand it.

Who does have it?

They didn't know, but whoever it is shot Jenner.

Bastard.

[knocking on door]

Oh, Mr. Regan.

Hello, Herbie, just off?

[Herbie] I was, yes.

You know I was thinking of coming here.

It must be, ah, over a year now.

Well, I'm pushing it a bit now, Mr. Regan.

I don't get around very much, down here anything, nowadays.

Don't give me that, Herbie.

You're still the number one earwig in the business.

I was just going to lock up, Mr. Regan.

I'll buy you a pint.

Some other time, I'm feeling very tired.

You heard about Peter?

Peter Jenner, your girl married him, didn't she?

Well, what if she did?

No offense, Herbie.

I've gotta get on, Mr. Regan.

You know he's in hospital?

Yeah, I heard something.

You know about the job, Herbie?

I told you, I heard something.

I mean before.

Look, Mr. Regan, I told you I don't know nothing

about nothing anymore, and I'd be obliged

if you'd leave me alone.

Take it easy, old son.

What's brought this on?

Give that to me, you bastard.

This must of cost.

It ain't mine.

Whose is it then?

Don't know, it got left here.

It's not working, Herbie.

You think these bullet holes could have anything

to do with it?

Oh, Herbie, what have you been up to?

[Tyson] Who the hell are you?

Detective Chief Inspector Haskins.

[Tyson] Well, where's Regan?

Collecting evidence.

Oh, don't give me that.

Like what evidence?

Like this evidence.

These are your tools.

Do leave off.

[Haskins] You deny that they're yours?

They've got your prints all over them.

So?

Who was your banker?

Tony Kirby?

I'm not saying nothing.

I warned her not to marry him,

I said he'd just be trouble.

But she wouldn't listen to me.

Do you know I wasn't even invited to the wedding?

So there's no love lost between you and Peter Jenner.

Bah, he thinks he's Jack the lad, doesn't he?

Goes about with filth like Kirby

and that headcase Skef Warren.

Liz told you about the job, didn't she?

When, where, the lot.

I wanna say I heard her, let's just leave it at that.

But when I did hear, I said to myself, right my lad,

I'll have you, I'll have you over.

You know, he won't even let my Liz talk to me.

That's what comes of having a villain for a son-in-law.

Who knows you're a snout.

I gave her a slapping one night

because she come around here.

So you knew about the job, then what?

Well, I mentioned it in this boozer, I was a little bit

the worse for wear one night.

Who'd you mention it to?

There was this big fellow with a mustache, fair hair,

wearing sunglasses, bought me a short,

then he bought me another and we got talking.

Made me this offer, he said if I told him all I knew

about the job, he'd give me a monkey in straight money,

so I thought, well, why not?

So I did.

Who was he, Herbie?

I don't know, Mr. Regan.

Honest I don't, I, I, I never saw him before in my life.

One thing I am sure of, though he wasn't from this manor.

You could tell he was tasty,

one of them you don't mess with.

He must have given you a name.

No, he didn't, he just didn't.

I didn't want this to happen.

I didn't want Peter hurt,

I just wanted him brought down a bit.

Straightened, you know.

I don't recognize these two.

This all turned sour on you, didn't it, Herbie?

[Herbie] Don't I know it.

Why did he do your radio?

I dunno.

There must have been a reason.

He's like that, isn't he?

You're lying to me, Herbie.

I said something.

Said what?

I can lay five on you, said what?

Well, something about some info.

For sale?

[Herbie] Something like that.

Another job?

Well, no, no, not exactly, no.

What's that Chinese for?

Well, there's this geezer I know,

he's got a safe full of snide money.

If he gets turned over, he's not going

to dial three nines, is he?

Quite the little draftsman, aren't we?

I never said nothing.

I didn't want to know after I heard about the shooting.

So he did your radio in?

Bastard.

As a warning?

It was a warning, wasn't it?

He wants that info and he's got your old bottle quacking.

He's coming back, tomorrow.

Is he?

Is he, just.

Almost the perfect job.

He let the draftsman and the talent take the risk.

He let the big man pay the tab.

And then when it's all over, when they're least expecting

any kind of trouble.

Wallop.

27 grand in the bin

and no one knows who you are.

That's neat.

A thief thieving from thieves.

Whatever happened to the honest villain, Jack?

They've just about disappeared, like the white whale

and cheap housing.

So what do we do?

I've got an idea.

[birds cheeping]

All right, Barney, I've got this appointment

with a weasel called Herbie.

You look after the shop for me, will you?

[parrot squawks]

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

Who's this?

If you won't tell me your name, mate,

you better get stuffed.

Skef.

Yeah.

Who was it?

Ah, some nutter, wouldn't give his name.

As a secretary, Skef, you'd make a great undertaker.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

I've got some information for you,

Mr. Kirby, about that blag.

27 grand, wasn't it?

I already took a liberty with you, Mr. Kirby,

I thought perhaps you might like to meet him,

have a little chat, eh.

Yeah, I think so.

What time?

Well, just after three o'clock.

I hope you know what you're doing, Mr. Regan.

How about that then?

[Skef] It's a put on.

I'm not so sure.

He didn't ask for nothing, did he?

Didn't ask for no money.

There are other motives.

We're going in?

We've only got half an hour.

I'll have the skin off that bastard's feet

if he does show.

Jacko's up there.

And Dave's up there.

Right.

Listen, I don't want to be around when it gets naughty.

Shut up, Herbie.

Shut up, Herbie.

Well, let's get settled.

Well, this is one performance I couldn't miss.

[dramatic music]

[engine roaring]

[dramatic music]

Herbie.

Herbie.

Herbie.

Where are you?

Herbie.

Are you hiding, you snout?

I warned you yesterday.

I told you what I'd do!

All right, snout!

[crash and groaning]

[thud]

I believe you got some money of mine.

Fat man and dummy.

[thudding and shout]

You've got a terminal mouth, friend.

[groaning]

Looks like we've got ourselves a bit of an actor, Skef.

A thespian.

[choking]

Get the bastard, Tony.

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

[groaning]

Drop it, we're the Sweeney!

[gun shot]

[slow suspenseful music]

[gun shot ricocheting]

[gun shot]

[gun shot and crashing]

[gun shot, piano strings twanging]

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

[crashing]

[doors creaking]

We should have sold tickets.

You've helped me realize a long-held ambition today.

Feeling the collar of Tony Kirby, cheers.

Cheers, guv.

Cheers.

What do I do with this?

Give it a saucer of milk.

[George laughs]

His name was Vaughan, Vincent Vaughan.

[Regan] Any previous?

Only juvenile, he was in the Army for 12 years.

Owned a pet shop in Slough.

Wonder who's feeding his gerbils.

Jack, it's none of my business, but are you going

to accept Algar's offer?

Were you under the table?

Just an intelligent guess, are you?

Well, it's four times the salary I get here, expenses,

car, you see the suit Ken was wearing?

Yeah, I couldn't afford one leg of his trousers.

Traveling all over the world,

it's very tempting, isn't it?

Yeah, you wouldn't have to ask me twice.

You don't mean that, George.

Nah, maybe not.

But here I am, doing 60 hours a week,

getting less than the brickie who does 30.

We better get on.

Thanks for the drink, Frank.

Just think, Jack, could you get the sort

of satisfaction we're all feeling now

from guarding some old boiler's jewelry

in the south of France?

Resynced And Corrected By Chuck

[Mellow Sweeney Theme]