Original subtitles

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

[Clock Ticking]

[phone ringing]

Telephone Al.

[groans]

Tele-phone.

[phone ringing]

[sighs] oh.

[sighs] Hello?

[sighs] hello?

Is anyone there?

[Kidnapper] Ember?

Speaking?

[Kidnapper] Alan Ember?

This is Alan Ember; who is that?

[Kidnapper] I want you to listen.

[scream]

[eerie synthetic tones]

Hello?

[Kidnapper] You hear that?

You know who that is.

[scream]

[Mrs. Ember] Oh my god.

[Alan] Oh no.

[phone ringing]

[Kidnapper] I'll be in touch.

[screaming]

[both sigh]

The Sweeney Theme!

[Regan] Don't lose him.

[George] I won't.

You said that the last time.

Well nobody told it had got no entry, did they?

Watch the road!

All right.

[handbrake]

[Regan] Not another one. [sighs]

[George] Its not our night, Guv'nor.

When was it?

Do you realize, George, that if this sceptered isle

Had not been forced to punce up the Arab--

Listen, guv'nor, I hate to mention this--

Well don't then.

But it is your turn to do the business.

It wouldn't be safe, George.

I had three large ones back at the Crown.

I know, I bought two of them.

I did offer.

It's not my fault if you're drinking orange juice.

Yeah, I'm trying to lose a few pounds.

Yeah, who is she?

Aftershave, haircut, bought a new whistle.

Yeah, it's someone I've known for ages.

Getting secretive, aren't we?

Here's one, George.

A couple more and we'll call it a day.

A couple more and it will be day.

I don't remember!

Come on, you must!!

I can't!!!

How should I know it was anything special?

It's no good turning on me.

All right, all right.

Now he said it was a girl.

-Yes. -Now which girl, old girl, new girl? -Well he didn't say.

Did he say where they were going?

No.

Was anyone else with him?

I don't know.

Did he ask for any money?

No.

Disco, pub, pitches?

I don't know!

Where are you going?

Mind this door, George.

What are you doing?

I'll give you a bell.

Hold up, listen, what happens if I--

Busk it!

You can't do that, oy!

Oh wait a minute, I do remember.

He saw this girl when he was somewhere with you.

You sure?

Quite sure.

I can't remember.

Wait, Erica Taylor.

Have you heard of her?

Erica, that's the name, I'm quite sure.

No number.

[Stammering] Here's the address.

Allentown.

[Croupier] 36 red.

Place your bets.

Would you like a taxi, sir?

Oh, please, that would be most kind.

Evening, sergeant.

[George] Evening, sir.

Where's Mr. Regan?

Errm. He was taken short, sir.

When you do see him again,

remind him he's working for me this week, will you?

Serious crime squad, not on one of his Sweeney ramps.

Yes sir.

-[door knocking] -All right, cut it out!

What are you trying to do, wake the dead?!

Erica Taylor?

Well she lives here, doesn't she?

What if she does?

I gotta talk to her.

Look, it's a quarter to two in the morning,

can't you come back later?

I'm sorry, it's desperately urgent.

What do you want her for?

Gotta see her.

Look you can't go around--

I've gotta see her!

Try again in the morning.

No!

I'm calling the police.

Listen, I'm sorry, but I must find Erica.

I'm Erica.

If you're going to talk,

for God's sake, keep your voices down.

Have you seen Paul?

Shh!

Have you seen Paul?

Paul?

Where is he?

Paul who?

Paul Ember.

What happened tonight?

What do you mean?

Tonight, earlier on, what happened?

Well I haven't seen him.

You must've done.

No, I haven't seen him since last weekend.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Do you have any idea where he was tonight?

None at all.

You're Mr. Ember, aren't you?

I've only been out with Paul twice.

[tense, slow music]

Do you know what I'm thinking?

I don't believe it.

You were thinking the same, weren't you?

It's not possible.

They caught up with us, that's what it--

Shut up!

[car engine]

[punching and groaning]

Get Sergeant Carter on the radio,

tell him I'll be there in ten minutes.

Thanks.

See business is good.

I'm not knocking it.

Tell me, what happened to Big Andy?

Wandsworth, GBH.

No?

Seven penner.

Couldn't happen to a nicer fellow.

I'll drink to that.

You still with the Sweeney?

Yeah, I'm on temporary attachment, special job.

Sounds interesting.

You still got that fare who used to mark the bottle?

You know, the level with the pencil.

No, he died.

What, too much for him?

Or too good for him.

[laughs]

You know anything about a new firm?

Mugging tourists, Schwarzers and Arabs mainly.

Robbing the rich to pay the poor?

They're not poor, love.

Every night is pay night.

I can't help you much with the Arabs.

They don't like us shiksas.

No?

Nah, it's the Jewish chicks that turn them on. ;)

Bent little bastards.

That and the gambling.

Oh yeah, they do like the flutter.

[boxes crash]

Even with remission none of them would be out yet.

Farrowe?

Too heavy.

They do some funny things these days.

Who?

I dunno.

Why?

I dunno.

What else did they take besides money?

Traveler's checks, 10,000 Deutschmarks.

Next stop Hamburg.

Ripping up the Reeperbahn, eh?

What else?

My rings.

How many?

Two.

Diamonds?

Of course.

Of course, diamonds.

Value?

Oh, 2,000 pounds each.

Insured?

Smoking's not allowed in hospital.

Quite right, disgusting habit.

They take anything else?

My watch.

Value?

3,000.

Watches, Mickey Mouse, one--

Cartier, gold.

Do you realize you've dropped more than

my old man earned in his lifetime?

Where'd you been?

Gambling.

Oh, who's a naughty Abdul?

You wait till Allah hears about this.

What was the name of the place?

The Nugget, no the Golden Guinea.

I'd been in several, you see.

How much'd you lose?

I won!

Regan.

You think?

Who else?

I don't even know where he is.

They'll find him.

May have left the force.

Not him.

You sure you don't want me to come with you?

Nah, that's all right.

You need your beauty sleep.

Listen, this Ember, who is he?

No idea.

I'll tell you when I find out.

See you later then.

[mysterious synth music]

It's all right, it's only ten till five.

-[car engine] -[puddle splash]

[funky suspense music]

Mr. Ember?

Regan?

Alan Dirkson.

The name's Ember now.

Alan Ember.

Like they say, what's in a name.

You seem prosperous.

I'm in shtook.

Well turn Queen's evidence.

Worked a treat last time.

You're glad enough off it, you bastard.

Put your numbers up.

But for me, sunshine,

you'd still be doing a peace down the road.

A hundred offenses, 17 villains--

And an earner from the insurance.

Next thing I hear it's D.I. Regan, C Division.

So you're in butter.

Tell your local Nick, write to your MP.

Do what you bloody well like.

You're the only one I can trust.

You must be desperate.

I am bloody desperate.

Look, I'm tired, I'm dirty,

I've just spent two nights in a motor

that smells like a wrestler's jockstrap,

so either pee or get off the pot.

It's my son Paul.

He's been kidnapped.

[phone rings]

Yes?

[Kidnapper] Mrs. Ember?

Speaking?

[Kidnapper] Is your husband there?

Leave him alone, please.

[Kidnapper] Are we talking about

what I think we're talking about?

Please, it's nothing to do with Paul.

He's not done anything wrong.

[Kidnapper] Go on.

Look, we'll pay anything within reason.

Just don't hurt him anymore.

Hello?

[Kidnapper] He's tough, you know.

Oh, please, please I beg you.

[Kidnapper] He can take it.

Really, he can.

[chilling scream]

[sobs]

Ugh...

you bastard!

Shop, kettle's on.

Ugh, something pengs in here.

It's me, I think.

Like a rancid camel.

Dunno how she puts up with it.

[sigh]

You hold the for for a couple of days, George.

Huh? Oh yeah.

Listen, guv'nor, you can't do it all by yourself, you know.

I'll suss out the strength, first.

Want one of your biscuits?

No, thank you.

Oh, by the way, Abdul the Bull Bull.

Yeah?

He's been done.

Not again?

They cleaned out his hotel room.

No?!

Had the key in his pocket, didn't he.

Oh dear, lose much?

As much as there was.

[phone rings]

Yeah? Yeah, I'll tell him.

Your alarm call.

It's time to get up.

-Thank you very much. -[Chuckles]

Listen, guv'nor, this bloke Ember,

what did he do?

It was before your time.

I know that.

Even so.

What?

Well, you can't go around wiping old snout's noses

all the time, can you?

All good stuff.

Banks blags up Watford way.

Was he a pro?

Nah, he worked in a security firm.

Little man with big dreams.

Watcha do, drop him out?

Something like that.

You nick any names?

Keels, George Maoni, Mad Mike Moss, lot of three rounders.

You were made up about that time, weren't you?

Gonna be a sergeant all your life?

[upbeat funky music]

Delivery, ask us in. In case you're being watched.

Pollution.

They talk about pollution.

You ought to see the garbage that's dumped in my cabs.

Hosed out some of them, dirty bastards.

How'd they get hold of it?

I fixed it.

What do you think, they flagged him down?

How?

Cabbie gets a call, "Can you come up to the ninth floor?

"We got luggage."

Luggage.

I see, so while he's going up--

Yeah exactly.

You know, in my office, I got umbrellas galore,

sets of gnashers, 20 pair of palmers.

Palmers?

Palmers doors, drawers.

In Abu Tig?

I should be so lucky.

And every currency under the sun.

You need a bloody degree to drive a flounder these days.

No kidding.

"What time can I buy the Figero?"

"Where can I get a whiskey sour?"

"Where can I get the clap treated?"

"What's on at the Paris Pullman?"

Listen, how long was it missing?

Hour, maybe less.

When do I get it back.

Fingerprints, you know how it is.

Every hour it's off the road I'm losing money.

Used to have a bit of class, this town once.

Now it's all drack.

Shouldn't be allowed to put tucus in a cab, half of 'em.

You love 'em, really.

-[clock ticking] -Monitor your calls.

Soon as Graham Belly has fixed it,

I'll get someone in to operate it.

No!

Why not?

I don't want anybody else brought it.

I can't do this on my own, you know.

It's either that or not at all.

All right.

I'm running a check on all the slugs you put away,

see if any of them have been released yet.

Method index?

What, K for kidnapping?

It's not that easy.

What about informants?

Trust you.

There's not a lot we can do

till we find out why he's been snatched.

This him?

There are lots of photos.

We've got some eight millimeter film somewhere, home movies.

Dig them out.

What are his chances?

Tell me who, why, how much, and I'll answer you.

Do I pay?

You pay and you lose your money and your son.

[typewriter]

Bring it in with you.

Morning, guv'nor.

Ma'am.

Sorry.

I thought this was to be a three handed meeting.

Pardon?

Where's your D.I.?

Mr. Regan, oh he's out.

Where?

Seeking information.

He seeks it here, he seeks it there.

Rather a scarce character, Mr. Regan.

Is he?

On the missing list again last night,

according to Commander Watson.

But that was call of nature.

Which of nature's calls are we referring to, sergeant?

Or perhaps I shouldn't ask.

Fact remains, another tourist mugging took place.

Number seven.

And you must have missed it by second.

Yeah, but that's the name of the game, innit.

I mean--

Forgive me for being so literal, sergeant,

but I'd like to believe that we'd stop thinking of it

-as a game-- -Figure of speech.

And started to consider it as our top,

grade A, number one priority.

Clear?

Clear.

Ms. Taylor, Erica?

That's right.

Detective Inspector Regan.

About Paul?

Come on in.

You not working today?

My morning off.

Sit down.

Thanks.

Paul Ember's disappeared.

Yes, I know.

How close are you?

Nothing special.

I worked at a branch where the Ember's banked.

I've only been out with him twice.

But not last night?

It'll be engraved upon my headstone.

How long have you worked at the bank?

Three years.

Any idea what sort of funds the Embers had?

Of course not.

But you could find out?

If I wanted to, yes.

I'm not accusing.

I'd hate to meet you when you were.

[chuckle]

Why don't you help yourself to a drink?

That's the best offer I've had all day.

Within these four walls, not for publication,

Paul's been abducted.

Kidnapped?

Sounds like it.

No.

Cheers.

Tell me about the Embers.

Well I know much.

Well the little you do know.

Do you mind if I carry on ironing?

No.

Helps me to think.

I'll bring a couple of shirts around later.

They're very nice people.

Paul's adopted.

Do you know what?

No, no I didn't.

Hope you haven't done anything silly

like calling the big, bad fuzz.

[Alan] No.

Good, good.

Time to talk turkey.

How much?

[Kidnapper] 10,000.

I can't.

[Kidnapper] You will.

10,000, used notes, not more than four of it in tenners.

What then?

[Kidnapper] Just get the geld.

That's Paul's 18th birthday present.

Nice one.

I used to have one of those in me bath.

You're only saying that

'cause you know we didn't have a bath.

Is that Ember?

[Regan] Yeah, that's him.

[George] Look's like he's scraping by, doesn't it?

[Regan] You could say that.

Got a boat yard, doing a bum apparently.

In my office, two minutes.

Sir.

You got a razor?

Yeah, in my desk.

[Kidnapper Recording] Hope you haven't done anything silly

like calling the big, bad fuzz.

I'm going to the bank.

But what about the tape?

I'll wipe it.

They'll know.

I'll wipe it.

The reason--

Paul Regan is not Regan's son, is it?!

All right, let's not mess about.

What are you two up to?

Up to?

Up to.

You have trouble with the English language, Mr. Regan?

No sir, not usually.

Nerves bad, or was it the blade?

Someone's been sharpening pencils with it.

Gambling clubs.

That's what I'm on about.

[Regan] Gambling?

The Arab bashing.

Oh yeah, of course, the Arabs.

I'm right in assuming that your paths do converge,

albeit occasionally,

yes?

Yes sir.

No wonder Frank Askins looks

as if his ulcers are perforating.

Guv'nor these muggings, out of the seven tourists

that were mugged, four of them had something in common.

They'd all been gambling.

At the same three gaming clubs.

Well done, sergeant.

You were in on this, Regan?

When you weren't being taken short, of course.

Oh yeah, yes sir.

Which three clubs??

Uh, there's the Golden Guinea,

and the--

Yes?

Well, they all sound the same, don't they?

Pair of Jacks and the Golden Fleece.

Pair of Jacks, that's another one.

I'll set up an operation.

Be available.

That's all.

[cars driving]

That was quick.

You said it was urgent.

It's about Mr. Ember.

He came into the bank about an hour ago

and went straight into the manger's office.

A few minutes later they were collecting

up all the used notes.

About 10,000 pounds worth, somebody said.

Interesting, thanks.

[doorbell]

[Phone recording Caller] I've done that crown roast for you.

You can pick it up any time you like.

[Mrs. Ember Recording] Thank you very much.

I'll be in some time today.

That's it?

The butcher, the baker, that's all.

Why were you at the bank?

Might of had some money.

Still got to live, you know.

10,000 pounds.

That's a lot of living.

[phone rings]

Hello.

[Kidnapper] I shall say this just once.

Look out your window, straight across the street.

You'll see a car, old banger.

Take the money in the car,

leave it in the carpark at the caravan sight.

Do it now.

[phone slams]

[Ember] Is it there?

[Regan] It's there.

All right, we'll do as he says.

[light spooky music]

[children playing]

[George] That motor nicked?

[Regan] Is tomorrow Friday?

Dunno, is it?

You done a computer bureau?

Yeah.

You know ten grand, guv, it's not enough, is it.

For what?

Someone from his past.

Big sprawlsy pad like that, the business.

I'd ask for more.

[yawns]

They said it might take hours.

I heard what he said.

Sorry, love.

Why us?

I wonder how many people have said that.

[children playing]

[car turning over]

Guv'nor, guv'nor.

Out!

Hey, what the hell?

You own this heap?

No.

What you doing with it then?

Who wants to know?

-Police. -What?

Watcha doing with it?

Nicking it, weren't I.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

Why this one?

What's wrong with the Ford or the Marina?

Had the keys in; thought it had been left.

-Empty your pockets. -What?

You heard him, come on.

Turn around.

Hold on.

Forgotten one, didn't we?

What's this?

Christmas come early this year?

Savings, innit.

You're in bother, son, big bother.

Now that was a silly thing to do, wasn't it?

[Ember] I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Too late for that.

[Ember] No, please.

I'm very disappointed in you, Mr. Ember.

Thought you were brighter than this.

It was a mistake, please believe me.

[Kidnapper] Should never trust the fuzz, you know.

Awful bunglers.

I won't, I promise you.

[Kidnapper] We've heard your promises before, haven't we?

[screams]

Stop it, stop it please, I beg you, stop it!

One more chance, that's all I ask you.

Just one more chance.

Hmm, we'll have to see.

[screams]

Inside the Golden Guinea will be our friend here Pink Jim,

or as he's known at the Stretford Road Inn, DS Jim Henksman.

He's with us because until last night

he'd never set foot in this fair city.

Jim will be in there playing blackjack.

When he's a few grand to the good, he'll leave.

Uhh.

Yeah?

How do we know he'll win?

[Commander] When Jim leaves, his winnings

burning holes in his pockets,

you and Sergeant Carter will follow

[Regan] Same question, how do we know?

[Commander] Of course at that particular table

the dealer, flashing her knockers to one and all

is policewoman Janet Reynolds.

Take care.

I don't suppose anything will happen till after dark.

God, I'm scared, Al.

Me too.

[car turns over]

You haven't sacked your dad then?

Get any good presents?

Well that sounds expensive.

Who was that from?

I see.

When do I get my date then?

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry, things have been a bit hectic.

Is it?

Well she ought to know.

Guv'nor.

I'm sorry, lovey, I've got to go now.

I'm glad you had a good time.

Yeah, me too.

Bye. [kisses]

Okay?

Kids, they're better than surgeons with a knife.

Come on then.

[Kidnapper] Drive slowly up and down the north end road

from the market to the Fullham Road.

A blue Beamer will pick you up.

Follow it, don't lose it.

Never thought it'd be this easy.

Told you.

Like the 'tache.

Lon Chaney, man of a thousand faces.

The thing is, you see, Paul,

it's like plopping them down in outer space.

Geezer like your old man probably

never even had a parking ticket.

Stupid git.

You think he's ever done anything in his whole dreary life?

Put his hand one some, tap his knee once, that's his speed.

Dead before their time, most of them.

There he is.

All right, out of sight.

Looks like being a busy night.

Follow me.

Nice.

Not nice enough.

Going to lose me my job, you are.

I'm sure I can find something for you.

Mind on your cards, please.

[ominous music]

If Paul's not back by tonight--

He will be.

I'll go straight to the police.

Come on.

Now your car keys.

What?

Your keys!

[Regan] Could be some villains the kid's fallen in with.

Yeah, but I thought the Embers were solid

Tory voting, teeth cleaning middle class.

Kid might not be.

Give up all that?

Sprotsy pad, motorboat, wall-to-wall banknotes.

I didn't say willingly.

I can't see it, guv.

A delicate bit of machinery.

What is?

The family unit.

Makes me glad I'm gay.

[casino chatter]

Successful evening, sir?

Lucky at cards, unlucky in love.

The night is young.

That's the spirit.

Would you like a taxi, sir?

Aye, good idea.

Reckon I can afford one.

[ominous synth music]

Who's gonna open it then?

You can.

Tell you what, we'll take a lock each.

Okay.

Ready?

[Both] One, two, three.

[laughter]

-Hey, beats working for a living. -Hoooo!

Smells good, sounds good.

And it tastes terrific.

[scoffs]

What an idiot.

Who, your old man?

Yeah, letting us rip him off like that.

Like taking pennies from a dead man's eyes.

[action music]

[punching and grunting]

Hold it!

Jim!

Right.

It's the schnozel's birthday.

[laughs]

What's that all about?

You said night!

If he isn't home.

I know what I said.

What about Regan?

You've still got those numbers he gave you.

What do you think I should do?

Well I,

Yes.

Don't you?

I don't know.

I don't know what to do anymore.

[sobs]

[tires squeal]

[doorbell]

What you want, George, is a bloody great key.

An ice cold key, stick it down your back.

Keep the noise down.

How so?

Well, Jo's asleep.

Oh, shh, mustn't wake mom.

Here you go look, it stopped.

Well, slowed down anyway.

See that?

Can I use your phone?

At this time of morning?

Ember called.

Here?

I gave him your number.

That's bleeding good of you.

Most satisfying outcome.

I'm sure it is, sir.

Have you seen Sergeant Hinksman?

On the mill train to Manchester, that was our arrangement.

Oh, I see.

Anything wrong?

Well, sir.

Out with it.

I think he's forgotten something.

What?

The 6,000 pounds winnings.

What about them?

Well, he seems to have taken them with him.

[exasperated exhale]

Maybe popped 'round just in time.

Cheers.

Never been known to refuse.

Not when it's free.

Cheers, Paul, you're a lucky boy.

[All] Cheers.

You can say that again.

Yeah, not many kidnappers are so straight.

Reckon?

Not the way you replayed it, eh?

Not really.

Still, all's well.

Thank God.

Cellar, eh?

[Paul] Grotty old dump.

Any idea where?

Not a clue.

You didn't hear any church bells

or clock chimes, traffic noise, anything like that.

I said a cellar, underground.

How many of them were there?

Two.

Can you describe them?

Dark glasses, funny 'taches, one had a tattoo, that's all.

They ever let you out?

No, tin jerry in the corner, you know.

What'd you do about food?

Sandwiches, sir, wrapped in cellophane.

British Rail.

Was there a bed in there?

I've told you it was a grotty old cellar!

A few fertilizer bags, an old coat.

You had a bath since you got home?

No I haven't.

Must've been clean, the fertilizer bags, I mean.

Can we stop all this?

I mean, he's home.

That's what matters.

Ah, come on, Regan, forget you're a copper for once.

[Regan] Sorry.

We could have a good holiday.

South of France, somewhere like that.

Sounds nice.

You're not worried about your money?

Of course I am.

There's more to life than money, you know.

Really.

[champagne pops]

He's home, isn't he.

Don't need you fellas now.

[Regan] They pre-record the scream?

No, no, it was all live, there and then.

Why did you scream?

Twisting my arm.

They were gonna torture me, you know.

No.

What do you mean?

I mean I don't know how they were gonna torture you.

Blow lamp, they were gonna burn me.

Nasty.

I was dead scared, I admit it.

Who did the talking?

The tall one.

They use any names?

No, didn't say much at all.

Was there any electric light?

I told you, it was dead bloody grotty!

An old paraffin lamp.

Well they never let you out, not once?

I said so, didn't I?! Dad?

Leave him alone lads.

He's been through it, you know.

I'd like Dr. Ross to look at him, Al.

Maybe.

Leave it out, mom, I'm all right.

Look uh, I think I'll just go to bed.

I'm knackered.

Before you go, Paul, one thing that bothers me.

Grotty cellar, no electricity, no--

It was a coal shelter, for Christ's sake!

Yet there was a telephone.

What?

[Regan] Telephone. You were right there. [George] We could all hear you.

But I said--

-You said you never went out. -Not once.

Dad, get them off my back.

Poxy bloody ros--

[Regan] Careful, son!

I think you ought to answer the question, Paul.

Smell it.

Sweet as a nut.

Know-all bastards.

You're unlucky, son.

Our business, you meet too many victims.

Road accidents, burglaries, knifings, shootings.

You get to know the look, the smell.

You don't look right.

You don't smell right.

Thanks to you, I'll bring him in.

Why, tell me why.

Ask him.

We gave him everything he ever asked for.

No kid ever had more.

Like father, like son, eh.

Pity you don't have one of your own.

We'll go and get your money now.

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

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