All language subtitles for The Sweeney S4E13 Victims 25FPS

Resync By and corrections by Chuck

♪ Da dee dee dee ♪

♪ Da dee dee dee dee ♪

Oh, you little darling.

Doreen?

Doreen!

[birds twittering]

Doreen?

Doreen!

Doreen, Doreen, are you there?

What, what's wrong?

[Frank] Oh, there you
are, where have you been?

In the garden.

[Frank] What, in this weather?

-It's fine.
-It's freezing.

_

-These shirts.
-Yes?

Well, they're not my
size, I take a 16 collar.

-Why, yes.
-These are 14 and a half.

Can you change them?

Yes, of course.

Well, I'll get someone
to pick them up tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, and another thing.

Oh, yes, you'll never
guess, there was a picture--

Yes, but not before I've had
a chance to read it over.

Sorry.

Take care.

Do you have any idea?

What?

It doesn't matter.

-Bye.
-Bye.

_

[eerie melodic music]

[sobbing]

_

Oh, darling, come, come.

Come to me, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come to Mummy.

Come on, come on.

:S

The Second Last Sweeney Theme!

Alright, we've found it!

[siren wailing]

I want you to find anybody
that Sergeant Taylor knew,

who lives around here,
anybody that any of us know

that live round here,
villains, snouts, brasses,

I want the bastard that fired that.

Righto, governor.

Morning, guv.

You heard?

Is he still alive?

Well, he was when he reached hospital.

What was it, a meet?

[Frank] Who knows?

Oh dear, it looks
like a 15 rounder to me.

Jack, I want you to go back to the office,

look at Taylor's diary,
tell me who he was meeting,

why and where, anything you can.

What about DI Willoughby, is he--

Certified sick.

Sure sign there's trouble.

What is it, his Farmer
Giles playing him up again?

Well, that doesn't mean
you can't talk to him,

it doesn't affect his speech, get weaving.

[birds twittering]

[Doreen] What's the verdict then, doctor?

[Doctor] Now you're absolutely fine,

Mrs. Haskins, 101%.

[Doreen] And the baby?

[Doctor] There's no baby.

You've got one family, you'll
have to settle for that.

[Doreen] Are you sure?

[Doctor] [laughing] Yes, I'm sure.

Did you want another child?

[Doreen] Yes.

[Doctor] Well, at your age, Mrs. Haskins,

I wouldn't have advised
it, really I wouldn't.

Alright then, I'll bell Catford,

find out the strength
of this Malone knockoff.

What about Willoughby?

-Would you rather I went?
-Much rather.

Yeah, okay, leave him to me.

You go down to the
insurance assessors, George,

find out why Taylor was there so often.

Odds on he was ripping off his informants

for their insurance rewards.

Yeah, maybe, but let's have some names,

snouts Taylor took down there.

Yeah, okay.

And real ones, Boycott and
Trueman I can do without.

Get me DI Willoughby's
home number, will you?

Willoughby's rat-faced
wife, anybody know her name?

-Deborah.
-Oh, ta.

Tom.

What are you, psychic?

You know a brief named Grove?

-David Grove?
-Yeah, that's him.

Yeah, bent as a banana.

He's pulled a bloody habeas corpus on me.

Well, that's par for the course, innit?

Yeah, but how did he find out?

That's what I can't tumble.

Someone from the nick
belled him, didn't they?

You reckon?

That's David Grove for you.

Deborah, it's Jack Regan
here from the Squad.

How is he today?

Frank conspicuous by his absence as usual.

He's working.

Only his mother-in-law after all.

That's not fair.

Any more promotions?

There's a Board in the offing.

Keep whining about their pay, don't they?

Mr. Moody?

10 years since he lived next door to her,

some people make the effort, don't they?

We couldn't have taken her,
Joan, it wasn't possible.

I didn't say anything.

When the boys are home from school,

there just isn't the room.

I don't see the sense in having a family,

then farming them out.

You wouldn't understand.

No, I don't, nor did she.

[Jack] Have you heard from the hospital?

Yes, Taylor survived the op.

As a man, or?

Ask again in 48 hours.

-As bad as that?
-Yeah.

Anything on the bullet?

It's a .38, Ballistics are working on it.

[Jack] Well, what about Taylor's gear?

Yes?

Well, won't he want a few things,

you know, toothbrush, what have you?

Oh yes, fix it, will you, Jack?

Are you alright?

Yes, I'm fine, fine.

[door closing]

What about my call to Mrs. Haskins?

Are you sure?

Right, try again, please.

Got a job for you, Danny Boy.

Forget it, England needs me.

Get over to Taylor's drum,
collect some things for him,

you know, razor, jim-jams, all that.

-Righto, guv.
-Not so fast.

While you're there, give
the place a once over.

What?

You heard.

What am I looking for?

-Buried treasure.
-Are you saying--

I'm saying give the place
a once over, that's all.

Can't somebody else go?

Oh, uncross your legs, son,

don't be such a bloody Boy Scout.

Leave it out, guv,

poor bastard just had
half his head shot off.

Just get on with it,

you might find something
that'll give us a motive.

He just crossed me off
his Christmas card list.

He'll be a good skipper one day.

Nah, second Joan of Arc.

We've got Frank Haskins with a curse.

Going well, innit?

What have you got?

Oh, busy fella our Bob Taylor.

-Snouts' names?
-Yeah, there they are.

Help yourself to cigarettes.

You'll like this first one, Harold Smith.

-Smith?
-Yeah, C 11-nine.

-Do they?
-Yeah, next,

George Riley, 3rd Floor
are sending the file up.

-Any more?
-Yeah, Jimmy Park,

he was down there a couple of days ago,

-picked up 1500 quid.
-What for?

15,000 pounds worth of hairdryers,

nicked off a transport
depot in Camden Town.

-Lawson's?
-That's the one, yeah.

Any more?

No, but that last one,

he's had a few nice drinks as it happens.

Right then, I'll try this
lot out on Willoughby,

you check the informants for me, George.

Yeah, alright.

Hey, did you hear the one
about the Irish turkey?

[George] What, looking
forward to Christmas, yeah?

The relationship between a
Squad Officer and his snout.

Oh, I couldn't agree more,

but when that Squad
Officer's had half his head

wiped off a windscreen and
he's lying in Intensive Care

with a quarter of a mile
of tubes sticking into him.

I repeat, what do you want?

-Names.
-Haven't got them.

I have, I just want a few details.

She said you were stubborn.

Who said?

WPC Winslow sends her love.

You have some names?

Smith, Harry.

Semi-retired, it's all well in the past.

George Riley.

When we nicked him, his
bird was up the spout.

So you left out the poison?

He does a nice bit for us
now, he's a croupier in Malta.

Scrub him, Park, James Park.

Nice, steady grass, bit flash,

not much bottle by all
accounts, he's still around.

Was Taylor earning off him?

I've no reason to think that, have I?

Yes or no?

Possible.

Where do I find him?

He's got a girlfriend,
Fisher, Eve Fisher, dancer,

well, he did have anyway.

Could he have done it?

Jimmy Park?

Yeah, why not?

[quiet background pop music]

Hello, Joan, it's Frank.

Look, I'm sorry I couldn't
get to your mother's funeral.

I'll tell you why I'm ringing,
I can't seem to raise Doreen,

she's not with you, is she?

No, that's what I thought.

You did, where was that?

Did she seem alright?

Didn't say where she was going, did she?

Oh, I see, yes, I'd be
glad if you would, goodbye.

[cat meowing]

Ooh, yes.

[eerie melodramatic music]

♪ I don't care about the Devil's mocking ♪

♪ I can love and live or die a fool ♪

♪ I don't wanna be another target ♪

Okay, love, leave your
number with my secretary.

Nice girl, wrong shape.

Now what can I do for you quickly?

We wanna talk to a girl you represent,

if that's the right word.

Look after, I look after my girls.

Eve Fisher.

Sorry, Miss Fisher and I
are no longer associated.

She found herself a better agent, has she?

Yeah well, happens all
the time, doesn't it?

Grass is always greener.

Next!

Sharon.

Okay, Sharon, let's have a look at you.

He's not being very
helpful, is he, George?

Obstructive, I'd say, governor.

How am I supposed to know where she is?

Ring round your pals.

[Tommy] I'm very busy.

Tell you what, governor,

I bet all these birds are underage,

now look at that one, what do you reckon?

Ooh, 15.

If that.

21, that's what she tells me.

Oh, you shouldn't trust people, Tommy,

they take advantage, you
could get into trouble.

Yeah well, I'll make a few
phone calls, I can't promise.

How long?

Well, I'll try and have
something first thing tomorrow.

I'll tell you what I'll do,

me and George will go and have a pie

and we'll be back in an hour.

-There's no way I can--
-One hour.

Nice girl.

Shame.

[humming]

[birds twittering]

Anyone seen the governor?

Tom.

Ah, an address for you, Eve Fisher.

Yeah, that's Park's girlfriend.

Well, what about Taylor's drum?

As clean as a whistle.

Was it?

72 quid in his current account,

a bill with a garage for 114

and two solicitor's letters
about a portable TV set.

Thanks.

So what do you want, a medal?

[humming]

[Frank] You what, you what?, what's up?

What about these then
the one with the buttons

do you want one of those?

What are you doing?

I'm talking to my son.

Our son, please.

He's like his Dad, he wants his tea.

How do you know?

[Frank] Just told me.

Oh yes.

Steak and chips and easy on the onions.

Well, you tell him

when his Dad gets made up to be Inspector,

then maybe we'll have steak.

-[Baby Coos]
-Yeah.

-Drink beer.
-Yeah.

-A bee. [Baby Talk]
-A bee.

[plane rumbling overhead]

[George] I'll need an oxygen mask.

10 to one she'll be out as well.

What about Frank Haskins then?

He's going thin on top.

He's been out of it lately,

don't know what's the matter with the man.

Could be worrying about
his Promotion Board.

You reckon?

[ringing doorbell]

Miss Fisher?

Yeah.

-Police.
-I'd never have guessed.

Detective Inspector Regan,
Detective Sergeant Carter,

Flying Squad.

You wanna come in?

Get a couple of chairs,
we'll talk out here.

Is the lift working?

[exaggerated panting]

Bastards.

Don't mind if my mate looks round, do you?

You got a warrant?

We wouldn't come all this
way without one, would we?

After you.

Bottom drawer, undies.

No, you're alright with me, love,

boots, long, plastic boots.

What are you looking for?

A man.

Aren't we all?

This man, does he have a name?

Park, Jimmy Park,

you've never heard of him, right?

Wrong, I used to know
Jimmy, knew him well.

That was before he discovered Smirnoff?

We weren't getting anywhere.

And then what?

He moved on.

Where?

Not far, I see him around.

Around where?

Around.

Man's whistle, a few shirts
and some shaving gear.

Well, I didn't say I'd become a nun.

Do you mind if I set the table?

Why do you want him?

-He shot a policeman.
-You're kidding.

That's one subject we don't kid about.

Why do you think it was him?

The copper named him just
before the operation.

Has Jimmy got a shooter?

Not that I know of.

Who's coming to dinner?

Friend, girlfriend.

Mind if we wait, say hello?

Be my guests.

[traffic rumbling loudly]

Alright,

I'm coming!

-Oh, not again.
-Morning.

What do you want this time?

[Jack] I came to have another
look at your underwear.

Harassment, that's what this is.

Yeah, you're right, I
wouldn't stand for it.

Where's the kettle?

[traffic rumbling loudly]

Governor.

-On what charge?
-Any one of a dozen.

-Name one.
-What about harboring?

You can't be accused of harboring, unless.

You know your way around
a charge sheet, don't you?

Taylor got shot, it was his fault.

-How come?
-He's a bastard.

If all the bastards in the world--

Alright, I'll spell it out for you,

he's bent, well bent.

Why was he shot?

Pushing too hard I expect.

Tell me more.

Jimmy put three or four
jobs his way, good rewards,

come payday, Taylor always
wanted to cut himself in.

But why did he get stroppy this time?

I'm not saying it was him.

[Jack] You don't have to, Taylor did.

Jimmy wanted out, had the offer of a job,

but Taylor wasn't having any,
he threatened to grass on him.

Grass on him, to who?

The Brodys.

[Jack] Where do they come into this?

There's some hairdryers got nicked.

I heard.

Well, it was one of the
Brody firm that pulled it.

I see.

So Park gets himself tooled
up to go and argue the toss?

Something like.

And the bullet just happens
to come into contact

with the side of Taylor's head?

Look, do him a favor, get
him to turn himself in.

-Take his chances with you?
-Yeah.

That'll be the day.

Yes, alright, Inspector.

Thanks very much for your trouble.

Yes, I'll keep in touch, goodbye.

[doorbell ringing]

Joan.

Any news?

-Do you want a cup of tea?
-Yes, please.

When did you last see her?

[Frank] Ah, day before the funeral,

when I dropped her off at your house.

She left us last Tuesday.

[Frank] But you said you
were with her yesterday

at the cemetery.

We arranged to meet there.

That was three or four nights ago.

How did she seem?

Oh, a bit broody.

How do you mean broody?

Odd, different, I don't
know how to put it.

What was she wearing?

Oh, God, I can't remember.

Does it matter?

Only that she doesn't seem to have taken

any clothes with her.

No clothes, no money, nothing.

[mellow bassy music]

-How much?
-85, please.

-Keep the change, love.
-Thank you very much.

Cheers.

[traffic rumbling]

Beautiful day, I'll be
coming out again later.

Elle, hairdressers on the
Broadway, do you know it?

Shampoo and sets, I'll
be back about 12, okay.

Ask them nicely, they'll
let you wait inside.

Thanks.

You heard about the lift?

What about it?

Won't be working for
at least another week.

I hope they drop off
and roll down a drain.

Hello, Mr. Haskins,

got you working for your living, has she?

-Yes.
-Oh, 12 and a half, sir.

Oh, really?

See you don't do much shopping.

No.

I've been on the lookout
for your good lady.

Oh, really, why?

Forgery.

-What?
-I'll show you.

Look, she signed it Doreen
Masters, not Haskins.

Yes, Masters was her maiden
name, I'll put it right.

Is she okay?

-Yes, why shouldn't she be?
-Just wondered.

Dial number

or code and number.

[dialing phone]

I'm sorry, really, I'm
sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm sorry.

-Morning, guv.
-Oh, morning, Jack.

Is there any word on, oh, you know.

-Park?
-Park.

Well, we're tailing his bird,

we've got a picture and
description for him.

Any known associates?

Only one and he's in Charing
Cross Intensive Care.

Yes, well apparently he's
a bit better this morning.

Keep me in the picture, would you, Jack?

You wanna say something?

-Yeah.
-Well?

What's wrong, Frank?

How do you mean?

You, you're falling apart.

-Rubbish.
-Ah, it's not rubbish,

you're walking through it.

-Is there something wrong?
-I've got a lot on.

No, there's more to it than that.

Look, I've got a Board coming
up, Taylor's been shot,

Willoughby is sick and
you know how busy we are.

And?

-And Doreen's disappeared.
-What?

Do you think she's been abducted?

No, it's been going on
for some time, months.

Well, why didn't you say?

It's not exactly the sort of thing

you go shouting from the rooftops, is it?

You know, Haskins, the
one with the dodgy wife.

Well, what are you gonna do?

[traffic rumbling loudly]

What, they just sus you or what?

They know, Jimmy, Taylor's told them.

The bastard, he wound me up,

every word he's threatening me.

You didn't have to shoot him.

I didn't mean to shoot him.

Oh, don't say you don't believe me.

You make me so tried, Jimmy.

He just got me going.

-Well, don't expect me to be waiting.
-I didn't know what I was doing.

I'm not gonna hang round for
20 years, end up an old bag.

-How much?
-Four.

Not enough?

Look, don't get involved.

Oh, thanks, bit late for that.

Here, Stan, let her off.

Where are you staying?

Old warehouse down, no,
better you don't know.

You twit!

Hey, stay slippery.

Take care.

[Richard] She hates the police force.

-As bad as that?
-It's what she says.

Isn't that why we're here?

[Frank] I thought it was
so that you and Brian

would get good A levels.

It's our theory that it was
to get us away from London,

you see, no one here
knows you're a copper.

What do they think I am?

Well, civil servant, Inland
Revenue, something like that.

And that's preferable to being a copper?
[Sniffs]

-When did you see her?
-Ummm

That last exeat.

-It was two?
-Two weeks ago,

you were at Bramshill somewhere.

-Yes, I'm sorry.
-Well, I didn't expect you.

Have you heard from her?

Only a postcard.

It's Henry Moore, it's in the Tate,

went up there last Easter.

[Frank] Not waving, drowning.

It's from a poem, there's
a woman swimmer in the sea

and people think she's
waving, so they all wave back.

In fact.

She isn't waving, she's drowning.

[children playing]

WPC Jackson?

[WPC Jackson] What's left of her.

It is a bit taters, innit?

What are you watching for?

A flasher.

In this weather?

Poor little bastard,
he'll get it frostbitten.

What about Mum Haskins?

Well, it could all be hearsay.

I know that.

She's been seen around the
parks eying up the kids

and generally sort of behaving strangely.

For instance?

Well, not more than that really,

except that it became sort of regular.

Then one of the kids
had her mother with her

and she recognized her, you
know, put a name to her.

Is that it?

No, one of the women told
me that she was on a bus

and she saw her wheeling
a pram along the street.

Well, it could've been a friend's.

There was a doll in it.

Yeah, she's obviously having her problems.

Has she disappeared?

Mmmm.

Here, you don't feel like letting me

buy you a drop of antifreeze, do you?

Come on.

[knocking on door]

Frank, these search forms.

[Frank] Yes, I've just signed them.

[Jack] Well, that's the point, you didn't.

I didn't, just leave them
with me, would you, Jack?

Jack.

That story of George's about the pram,

we do have a pram in the garage.

-You do?
-Yes,

Doreen's nieces come over
and play with it, you know,

dolls and things.

Well, that's it then, innit?

Don't you think?

Sure.

Jack.

I'm applying for some compassionate leave.

Why not?

Prior to putting in my papers.

Is that wise, I mean,
your pension and all that?

I'd say it was inevitable.

Talking to the children,

they see a different side of Doreen,

she really hates the force, hates it.

All those years she worked in the bank,

it wasn't just to put
the kids through school,

it was to keep them away from the force.

Frank, if she is ill, needs treatment,

has to go away, hospital,
I don't know what,

you're gonna need a job,

a 24 hour, seven day a week job.

Look, till Jimmy Park surfaces,

George and I haven't got much on, have we?

No, I suppose not.

Well, give us your house keys,

we'll go and have a look round,

she can't have gone that far.

[eerie synth music]

-What?
-Read it.

Even if you don't come, I
hope you like the roses.

[phone ringing]

I don't get it.

It's a note to Doreen.

-From Haskins?
-Hm, presumably.

[dialing phone]

She lived in Southend as a
kid, might be a clue there.

Shades of the Kursaal,

honking out the window on the
train on the way home, oh.

Yeah, you always were
one for the good life,

-weren't you, George?
-Not many.

Southend meant 15 pints to me,

14 of bitter and one of whelks
and a good, strong paper bag.

-[Chuckles]
-I'll go and check out the garage.

Right.

Yes.

[depositing coin]

Hello.

Is that you, Doreen?

-Yes.
-Doreen.

[Doreen] Who's that?

Where are you?

[Doreen] Who is it?

It's a friend of Frank's.

How are you?

I'm fine.

You had us all worried.

[Doreen] Is Frank there?

No, not at the moment,
no, he had to go out.

Where are you?

My mother died.

Yes, I heard, I'm sorry.

She thought I didn't love her.

[Jack] No, no, I'm sure she didn't.

She did,

she said so.

Well, even if she did, I mean,

you know, there's an
explanation for these things.

Anyway, where are you, love?

Can you give me your number?

I'm tired.

Well, of course you are,
natural, time to come home, ey?

[Doreen] I am home,

the garden though, it's
a disgrace, it's awful.

Doreen, tell me something.

[Doreen] Yes?

You promise?

Tell me where you are, we'll
fix the garden in a jiffy.

Are you still there?

Doreen?

She called me ungrateful.

She thought I wanted her to die.

You're in a phone box, aren't you?

[Doreen] How do you know?

I heard the pips.

Can you see that bit of printing in red,

where it says emergency calls?

Do you think you can find that for me?

I see it.

Yeah, well, underneath that,
there's an address, right,

now will you read that to me, please?

[Doreen] Hold on a minute, it's torn.

[phone connection beeping]

Doreen,

put some more money in, love.

Doreen, money!

[phone connection disconnecting]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

No.

Where?

Well, you'd better get down
there, have a look, see yourself

and Tom, don't forget he
likes shooting policemen.

-Who was that?
-Tom Daniels,

Jimmy Park's been spotted
near Battersea Power Station.

What have you got there?

I found them in the garage.

[police radio broadcasting quietly]

[mellow melodic music]

There were 12 copies of the
same edition of your local rag.

-12?
-Yeah.

I don't know anything about that.

What time are you seeing him?

Now.

He's putting his papers in.

They all had the same
picture cut out of them,

this picture.

-Hm.
-Do you recognize it, Frank?

Number 23, where we lived
when we first got married.

I heard they were being demolished.

Anyway, thanks for trying,
George, I'll see you.

Loose yourself, lock yourself
in the loo, anything.

Remember she talked about
home, garden and everything?

Yeah, that's right.

Bit of a long shot, Jack.

Look, I'm gonna be late,
thanks for everything.

You don't mind if we
don't give up just yet?

[birds twittering]

George.

Why is it always me?

'Cause I'm an Inspector

-and you're a Sergeant.
-Sergeant, yeah, alright.

[plane rumbling overhead]

Well done.

[light spooky music]

Take down the stairs, George.

[George] Governor?

[Whispers] George.

There's been somebody downstairs.

Ah.

-What now then?
-Get on the blower,

get Haskins over here quick.

Yeah.

-Alright, Barry.
-Alright?

Yeah.

-I'm starving.
-Yeah, see you, Tom.

Hi, George.

Governor.

We couldn't work out
how she'd get the key.

You don't know Doreen,

she's still got the key
to every lock we ever had,

every door, every suitcase, every clock.

Yeah well, we'll be
getting back then, Frank.

[Frank] Alright, Jack.

Anything else we can do?

No, I don't think so, thank you.

[birds twittering]

More work?

Oh!

What's the matter?

I wanted to finish it,
give you a surprise.

You've done well.

It's such a mess, the
honeysuckle all choked up

and the clematis, how did we
ever let it get to be so bad?

I don't know, Doreen.

Anyway, I have plans, you'll see,

marigolds, petunias, salvias

and you out here in the
summer with your pipe.

That sounds great.

Good.

What time is it?

It's uhh

It's half three.

I'll just finish this,
then we'll walk round

and we'll pick up the boys.

Why don't you stop now,
you're looking tired.

-Tired?
-Yes.

I'm not tired, Frank,

I'm just very, very frightened.

[sobbing]

[Tom] He's in there somewhere.

There's only one way up, stairs here.

And only one way down.

Couldn't have chosen a
bigger place, could he?

How many men are we gonna need?

A dozen.

A dozen it is.

[George] What time?

Dawn, take him with the dew on.

[tires screeching]

Okay, Frank, it's all set.

What?

[police radio broadcasting quietly]

Are you alright?

Yeah, yes.

-Yeah, well I suggest--
-Jack, just,

just handle it, would you?

Yeah.

Come on, come on!

Park!

James Park!

You're surrounded, so throw your gun out

and come down with your
hands above your head,

no point no-one gets hurt.

You've got one minute.

[police radio broadcasting quietly]

[light melodic music]

[gun firing]

[Tom] Ah!

Park, don't be a fool!

What chance have you
got, what's the point?

You alright?

Yeah, I just twisted me ankle.

What do we do now?

-You want more men?
-Just give me 20 minutes.

Yeah, alright, fine, fine.

Mind the shop, George.

Okay.

[Jack] Move yourself, Tom.

Let's go, Bill.

[car engine starting]

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

[Eve] Who is it?

-Jimmy.
-Just a minute, love.

You bastard!

-Get dressed.
-You've no right!

Do as you're told.

You're filth, that's what you are, filth!

You've got a chance to help him.

-How?
-We've got him holed up,

you can talk some sense
into him, get dressed.

He won't listen to me.

Well, he's got a straight choice,

he either listens to you
or he listens to a priest.

[approaching sirens wailing]

He's still up there, governor,

-nothing's happened.
-Thanks, George.

Right, he's up there, just press that,

keep it pressed down and talk.

Jimmy,

this is Eve!

Don't fight, that's what they want.

That's not true!

I do it my way or not at all.

If you try and shoot it out,

you'll be playing into their hands,

don't,

they'll kill you!

Don't let them do that.

Do you hear me?

Don't give them that satisfaction.

[melodic suspenseful music]

Jimmy, be smart.

Jimmy?

Jimmy, throw your gun
out and come on down.

Please, throw your gun out.

There's no way, love.

Where's Regan?

Keep talking, love.

For God's sake, Jimmy, throw your gun out!

They're coming in for you!

Hold it!

[guns firing]

[thudding]

[car engine starting]

You bastards, you bloody bastards!

You've murdered him, you pigs!

Park fired first, Miss.

You made him, you bastards!

He was gonna throw down
his gun, I know he was,

they know, ask them,
you saw it, didn't you?

This is your fault right from the off,

you pushed him, you force
people to do things,

things they don't wanna do
and you don't care, do you?

You're fascists, all of you, fascist pigs!

You're not like human beings, are you?

You don't care if people get mangled up,

you're too ignorant, filth,
that's what they call you

and that's what you
are, pig ignorant filth.

-Oi!
-I'll get you!

-Alright, oi, come on!
-Let me get hold of you!

-Come on!
-Get off me!

You wait, I'll get you-- you bastards!

he was gonna throw down his gun.

Everything alright, Jack?

Yeah, great,

just great.

Resync By and corrections by Chuck

The Soft Sweeney Theme