The Sweeney (1975) s01e01 Episode Script

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It's not exactly this year's model, is it? Where's the money, Dave? What? The money! Cheers.
Here.
What? When you run out of fingers, use your toes, eh? Len! Oi! What you doing here? I've been waiting an hour outside his place.
I thought he'd overslept, so I waited.
Considerate.
Yeah, well, the state he was in last night when I left him His kidneys must be waving a white flag.
No doubt.
Sir.
Looks like he's been checking his bank statement.
Or Regan's diary.
Morning, guv.
Morning.
Mr Regan in? No, sir.
He's using his own transport this morning, guv.
Why? Convenience.
Everything here seems to mould itself round Jack Regan's convenience.
What are you doing? Waiting.
For Godot? Huh? Never mind.
Tell Mr Regan I'd like a word if he can spare the time.
Who's Godot? Plays full back for QPR.
He doesn't.
Then, wallop! What makes you so sure they're going to use this route? We made sure, didn't we? This is a nice one, Frank.
So he's the best, isn't he? If everyone moves on time, there shouldn't be too much aggravation.
My lads can handle themselves, all right? That's why you're in.
No shooters.
They know that? Yeah, well, er .
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they didn't like that, Frank.
If I see bulges anywhere, there will be trouble.
I'd better tell Fancy to wear his loose strides, all right? Here, Frank.
You remember that sweat shop we done when we was kids? What, back in Deptford? Yeah.
Sounded handsome, didn't it? Frank? We got in easy.
You remember? We saw these two sealed boxes, and we had them away and took them back to my old man's shed, remember? You know, he kept pigeons in this shed, John.
It was a nice playroom.
When we opened the boxes, do you know what was in them? Surprise me.
Trousers for fat men.
62-inch waist.
Yeah, we both got in one pair, didn't we? One in each leg.
Then your old man came in and caught us.
He gave us a right coating.
He said if we were going to thieve something, it might as well be something useful.
Tell Len to pick me up there in 15 minutes.
Tell him to wait outside.
What? You vulgar little man! Hey! Go, Billy! Hoo-hoo! The big one called the other one Billy.
About 18? Maybe 19.
No more.
I'll rip his ears off when we find him.
It's not going to be easy, guv.
I thought the road was your back yard? It is, but how many kids - No buts.
Look, they'll have that motor stripped down to its knickers by now and going out in boxes.
- Screw the car.
It's insured.
- Oh, charming My camera and the photographs were in it.
What, the surveillance on Frank Kemble? Faces, names, dates - the bloody lot written on the back of the photos.
We'd better move.
Why didn't you lock the car? I forgot, didn't I? This should raise a smile on Junior Police Five.
Did you see that picture on the telly? This flash photographer drives around in a Roller.
He kips in this big house so he can take photos of the dossers.
Then he strips off these two little chicks.
They don't half like it - whoooarr! Whoa! Don't think we'll break this one down.
Sell it straight.
Stupid! Are you listening? Give us that.
That's my camera! Who says it's yours? I've always wanted a camera, Bill.
Wonder what Soldier will give us for it.
Oh, no, Billy! Come on.
Looks expensive.
Smile! Bill, let's have it! Come on, give us it.
Crack-crack! Hey, what's this? What is it? Let's have a look.
Get out.
Keep the camera.
Here, where you going? You wait here.
What's this, a war museum? Hello, Soldier.
Who's he? My guv'nor.
Looks a bit evil.
He is a bit evil.
My mother was frightened by a one-eyed taxi driver.
What do you want? We're looking for a pair.
Car thieves.
18, 19, probably specialise in Minis.
One's called Billy.
Try Jock.
He might know 'em.
Seen him.
What about Stan Morris? And him.
We've been all over.
I've got a boxful of these at home.
All the Indian regiments - you know, Gurkha, Sipur Honest? Yeah, there must be 30 or 40.
You can have 'em.
Yeah, I could drop them in tomorrow.
Nah, I don't know.
Mint condition.
Got a pencil? It's a lock-up.
And I ain't never seen you.
Cheers, Soldier.
Here.
Don't forget the badges! Was that right about the badges, guv? Would I lie to an old soldier? Can I see Mr Kemble? Eh? Can I see Mr Kemble? What about? Business.
Business? Business.
What sort of business would you be having with Mr Kemble? You're Dave Brooker.
Tommy is me brother.
Tommy Martin.
Oh.
How is he? Comes home in five weeks.
Tell him I owe him a drink.
Yeah.
I've got something for Mr Kemble.
He's out.
Will he be long? He's having his hair cut, isn't he? Well, can I wait? Suit yourself.
Outside.
Ah, now, that's dirty.
You're disturbing the neighbours.
Switch it off.
Where's Billy? Out.
Where's the camera? We didn't do noth- The camera! Guv'nor? Where are the photographs? The photographs.
I dunno what you're talking about.
I don't like wasting time on rubbish like you, son.
Now, where are the photographs? Billy.
Billy's got 'em? He took 'em.
Where? I dunno.
Straight up.
He just took 'em and went out.
He never even let me see 'em.
He told me to hang about.
Then he'll be back.
Where'd you get these, son? From a motor we borrowed.
Where is it now? In a lock-up we use.
Was there anything else? A camera.
Somebody's got their nose up us.
Eh? Did you see who owned the car? A man about 40.
Sounded local.
I couldn't swear.
Frank, these are a bit naughty, aren't they? What's the registration? UYL 63F.
Find out who owns it.
I thought you'd like to know, Mr Kemble, as soon as I saw.
Yeah, you did well, son.
I'm always around if there's anything you need, Mr Kemble.
Right.
I'll remember that.
Standage 383.
It's, er, Dave Brooker.
Mr Standage, it's a little problem Mr Kemble thought you might be able to help with.
Yeah, it's - What was the number? UYL 63F.
UYL 63F.
White Mini.
It's a white Mini.
Yeah.
Yeah, fine.
He'll ring back.
Get rid of the car.
But Mr Kemble - Don't argue - lose it! Compensation.
Thanks, Mr Kemble! Tommy comes home soon.
You tell him to keep out of trouble this time, eh? Yeah.
What? Yeah.
Are you sure? Right.
Thanks.
It's owned by a Miss Peters.
Kid said a man about 40.
You'd better pay her a visit.
Take John.
And Dave? We don't have too much time.
Get some answers.
Oh, come in, Frank.
Sit down.
You want to separate Carter from Jack Regan? Yes.
Why? I thought it was obvious.
If it was, I wouldn't be asking.
I think Carter has a lot of potential.
I don't think Regan is the right man to pair with him.
Reasons? Well, he's - Uncross your legs, Frank.
I find Regan undisciplined, irresponsible, too emotional.
You don't like him? That doesn't come into it.
Don't be naive.
There's only one way to deal with Jack Regan - straight.
Oh, I know the problems.
I've had more paper on that desk about Regan than any other officer.
I don't understand his attitude.
Have you tried? Have you talked to him? You don't talk to Jack Regan - you just listen.
You're the guv'nor - sort him out.
That's what being a guv'nor's all about.
Frank? It's not easy at the sharp end.
We are the champions! How's about drinks, then? Stupid? To celebrate what, Billy? This is private property.
Stupid invited us in.
Where is he? You answer my question first.
Is there something you two punters want? Where are the photographs, Billy? What you on about? Don't try it on, son.
My brother's Tommy Martin.
You want bother with him? He's nothing.
And he's away.
Who are you? We're the Sweeney, son.
And we haven't had any dinner.
So unless you want a kicking, you tell us where those photographs are.
Right.
You've got 30 seconds, or on top of motor theft, it's resisting arrest and assault with a deadly weapon.
And forgery.
There won't be any cars for you to nick by the time they let you out.
You pigs would fit anybody up! Watch your mouth! 15 seconds.
I took 'em to Frank Kemble.
You stupid little Here.
Don't you think you ought to send it back to Woolworth's? What, this? No, this.
I thought you said - Miss Peters? Police.
This is Detective Constable Williams.
My name is Sergeant Andrews.
May we come in, please? Er, yes.
OK.
Thank you.
Thank you, Miss.
Well now.
It's about your car, Miss Peters.
A white Mini, UYL 63F.
Yes? Yes.
Well, there's been an accident.
Oh, God.
Is it bad? Yeah, it's bad.
Yeah, two in hospital.
Unfortunately, the driver of your car is one of them.
Can we have his name, please, Miss Peters? You don't know that? No, he had no identification, Miss.
We need his name and address, you see, for our accident report.
Does he live here? No identification? No.
He didn't have any identification.
Are you sure? Look, all we want, Miss Peters, is his name.
Um, what station are you from? Station? Well, we're from the West End, erm What did you say your name was again? Well, it's, um Williams, Miss.
Detective Constable Williams.
I'd like to see your identification cards.
Miss Peters, all we want is his name and address.
Surely that's not too much to ask? Leave it out - she don't wanna know! Told you it was dodgy.
No! What's his name? Ow! Are you married? No.
Your boyfriend, is he? Acquaintance.
Well, what's his name? Here - are you a stewardess? Yes.
Pretty, ain't she? Darling.
Well, you have to be sort of glamour, don't you? Come on.
What's his name, sunshine? Look, I'll tell you what.
This is still bleeding hot.
What's his name? Regan.
First name? Jack.
What's he do, apart from make acquaintances? He's, um Oh, come on, darling.
.
.
a policeman.
What rank? Detective Inspector.
Division? Flying Squad.
Oh, the bloody Sweeney.
That's all we need, isn't it? Here - finish your blouse, darling.
What do you know about Kemble? I know his file.
No, I mean personally.
You grew up in his manor.
Well, he's hard, but he's quiet.
Self-educated - reads a lot.
Comes originally from the Jago - got bombed out.
My old man reckons he had the local nick straightened.
Does he own that garage? Oh, yeah - and two others.
Laundrettes, car hire - he's the camel-hair-smothered sort of businessman.
With the sort of money he must be making, why's he still involved? Well, he hasn't been done for eight years.
That just means he's smooth.
He might give that impression, but underneath he's as smooth as a coal bunker.
He's one of the few the twins never bothered.
Do you eat much of that? About three a day.
Eeuch! Listen, this old bubble told me it was an aphrodisiac.
My wife won't buy it, so I get it delivered secretly in handy 30-gallon drums.
Regan.
When? Listen, don't answer the phone or the door.
We'll be round in 15 minutes.
Two of Kemble's monkeys have been to see Jenny.
Look, Frank.
I mean, what we gonna do? I need to think.
You haven't got time, Frankie.
Now, is it a go or not? An hour.
All right.
And make sure that little snod gets rid of that motor car.
And I thought he was going to burn me.
Did you tell them about me? I'm sorry.
I was terrified.
That's all right, love.
Who were they? I recognised one of them from your description.
Dave Brooker.
The Iron Man? Well, he's that sort, yeah.
He's going to wish he wasn't.
Look, why don't you get some sleep, Jenny? No, I couldn't.
I'll send someone to stay with you.
OK.
Come on, love.
Yeah.
That will be fine.
Right through the night? Yeah, that's right.
OK - lovely.
Cheers.
Ta-da.
Guv, is there something you haven't told me? What about? Well, the surveillance? No.
Just routine? I got a whisper that Frank Kemble was recruiting.
For what? Didn't know.
For when? That either.
A reliable whisper? Very.
Kemble must have seen those photographs, checked out the motor and sent them round straight away.
But why react like that? There could only be one reason.
He's ready to go.
So all we've got to do in the next few hours is find out what, when and where.
Might be too late already.
No, I don't think so.
Well, should we grab Kemble? What on - suspicion? Of what? By the time Kemble's brief has had his say, I'll be back wearing a tall hat.
Well, is there anybody we can lean on? A few faces coming and going out of the garage.
Where's your camera? In the car.
I know somebody local who will print them up.
Inspector Regan? Yeah.
Matthews, sir.
Through there, love.
She's asleep, but listen - any bother, any bother at all, I wanna know.
There's too much money out.
Too many people involved, Mr Kemble.
Well, we could, er .
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postpone it.
Find another way later.
A week ago, perhaps - but not now.
Everything's arranged, paid for.
People would be very disappointed.
Particularly my client, and as you know, he's not a man to disappoint.
Yes.
How much does this policeman of yours know, anyway? He's been watching the garage.
Is that all? It's enough.
When one is known, the police have a vulgar habit of minding one's business.
It's probably just a matter of routine surveillance.
I even have this checked for, er, ears.
He has photographs - times, details.
That's your problem, not mine.
And certainly not my client's.
You were recommended, Mr Kemble, very highly.
I do hope you're not losing your enthusiasm, or your touch.
Frankly, I'm surprised.
Surprised? Buy him off.
What does one nosy little policeman cost these days? This is the Sweeney, Mr Prosser.
You don't buy them.
Don't you? You know any of them? No, not yet.
Hold on.
I recognise this one.
Who is he? Bernard Driscoll.
He's a fixer.
Middle-man.
Give him 24 hours, he'll get you anything from snide fivers to Adolf Hitler's autograph.
Where do we find him? Mr Brooker.
Long time no Have you heard? Heard what? About the Martin kid.
Who? Tommy Martin's brother.
He was done.
You know, he was taken in.
Somebody, er, fingered him.
Go on! Who? Well, don't know yet, do we? Happens.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I understand you had the Sweeney in this morning.
In and out.
They was looking for a bent Mini.
Here, did Billy Martin I thought you didn't know him? He's been in a couple of times.
I remember now.
Well, when I find out, Soldier, there's going to be an accident looking for somewhere to happen.
Know what I mean? Hello, Bernard.
You met my guv'nor, Inspector Regan? Now we hear you been seeing a bit of Frank Kemble.
I owed him some money.
I went round to see him.
I saw you there twice in two days.
He was out the first time.
You're lying, Bernie.
On my life, Mr Carter.
You know any of this lot? Well, that's Dave Brooker.
We know that.
What about the others? Not in my address book.
Dear oh dear! That would read like the morning call at the 'ville! Gentlemen.
Occasionally I do a little favour for Mr Kemble.
A track tip, business gossip - that's all.
What favours have you done him recently? I told you.
I owed him money.
What for? A motor I bought for my old lady.
Already she's scratched it and the dog's spewed up in the back.
Why did Adam ever bite that apple? Kemble's been recruiting.
It's none of my business.
You know me, Mr Carter.
Yeah.
Deaf, dumb and blind when you want to be.
Well, you don't see me limping, and I ain't afraid to go out at night.
What did you fix for Kemble? Nothing.
I keep telling you.
Mr Kemble doens't need nobodies like me.
He knows a lot of talent.
I'm going to drown you in your own sweat if I find out you're involved.
What did he say? No.
It's still on? Yes.
Where did that come from? Bernie Driscoll.
I know, but I told him to deliver to Merrick.
No, I distinctly remember you saying Go on - get rid of it.
John? It's on.
Everything's arranged.
Yeah.
Oh, hello.
I thought you was the dog meat man.
How's business, Edi? Oh, all right.
Hey, fancy investing in a couple of hundred gerbils? There'll be 300 by next week if they carry on the way they have been.
Ron's in Newcastle.
You sure? Yeah.
Left this morning.
Newcastle? Delivering 20 ton of bacon.
And him a Jewish vegetarian.
What time did he leave? I dunno.
I was still asleep.
I took this at eleven.
That's Frank Kemble's place.
He's in bother, Edi.
He promised me.
What's the job? We don't know.
If we can find out, we might be able to stop it.
It could be today.
Any ideas? I swear to you, Mr Regan, I didn't Well, you know Ron - the original strong, silent type.
Has anyone called round for him? Seen him with any tearaways? Don't see much of him at all these days.
Comes in for his laundry, the odd meal He's got some little scrubber tucked away somewhere.
I saw him with her once.
Cor, thin! I seen more fat on a bicycle.
Do you know where she lives? Yeah, under a stone in Fulham.
He'll get ten this time, Edi.
Look, I'm sorry, Mr Regan, but I can't help you.
I would if I could, believe me.
Yeah.
Listen, I'll tell you two things.
If Frank Kemble's organising it, it'll be big and it'll be local.
Our Frank thinks England ends at Finchley.
Well, look after yourself, Edi.
Yeah, I'll try.
Hey, how's that goldfish? Next door's cat got it.
Willey, McLarty and Lovell.
I'll take Silver and Walsh's.
That leaves me with Jordan and Bull.
What happens if we can't find them, guv? If none of these faces are around, we're in bother.
We meet back here in two hours.
That should give us enough What is it, Len? There's a woman asking for you, guv.
Ooh - nice.
Are you Regan? Carter.
I asked for Regan.
He's not available - he sent me.
Oh.
You Billy's mum? Yeah.
Have you seen him? I just come from him.
Well, what do you want, Mrs Martin? Has my Billy been hanging round Frank Kemble? Well, Billy thinks he's a big man, Mr Kemble.
Big man! I knew Frank Kemble when he had holes in his shoes.
Before he took elocution lessons.
And he put my Billy up to this.
He had Kemble's money in his pocket.
Flash monkey! Thinks cos he's got money he can buy anybody.
I told Billy to stay away from him and his sort.
He didn't listen.
Tripehound.
He put Tommy away, and now it's Billy.
That's what it looks like.
It's about time somebody put him down.
Well, we've been trying for eight years.
He's a very careful man, Mr Kemble.
Not always.
How do you mean? What I said.
Not always.
What will Billy get? Well, that depends.
On what? Inspector Regan.
Can he put in a word for Billy? Well, he can, yeah.
But why should he? I'd be ever so grateful.
He could get away with probation.
Is that a promise? You know better than that.
With a different word in a different ear, he could get 18 months.
Evenings I work in a pub.
It's just off the Rye.
One of our regulars is a man named Prosser.
Alec Prosser? That's him.
Alec Prosser is a bent lawyer who was struck off years ago.
A sort of first-division Bernard Driscoll without the humour.
About three weeks ago, who walks in with Prosser but Frank Kemble.
He didn't recognise me, so I didn't say nothing.
I just listened.
I didn't hear that much, cos they took their drinks into a corner.
But I did hear one name mentioned.
Who? You won't tell Billy I've been here? Scout's honour.
I was a scout, too.
Lindsay.
Ray Lindsay.
Anything else? Prosser took out a little diary and was counting out the days.
And I heard him say to Kemble, 'Just over three weeks.
' Did he mention a date? No.
When exactly was this? Well, it was a Wednesday, like three weeks ago yesterday.
Just over three weeks - that could be today.
Hold on, guv.
I've just remembered.
Ed? Yeah, look, it's George.
What were you saying about special duties this week? Ray Lindsay? When? Cheers, Ed.
Ray Lindsay's doing 12 for armed robbery.
He half killed a prison doctor.
He's at the Bailey today.
He's leaving Brixton under escort in half an hour.
Put me through to the Commander.
I don't care if he's in confession.
Put me through.
They should be leaving by now, Dave.
How are you feeling? The old pump's going a bit.
It looks good.
Relax.
You been playing cowboys again? I didn't know this was on until today.
You should have.
It's what surveillance is about.
Come on, sir! As soon as you had a sniff, you should have informed me.
In triplicate, with all the commas in the right place? Who do you think you're talking to? Want me to answer that? Drop the sniping, both of you.
You should have had a whisper.
I hear a lot of whispers.
I get myself out of this mausoleum and put my ears about.
You should try that sometime.
Might broaden your outlook and save some wear on the grey flannel.
The people you're seen with, you'll end up in the Sunday newspapers.
I promise I won't mention your name.
I thought Kemble was clever enough to stay away from a madhead like Ray Lindsay.
When did you know Kemble was active? Last week.
There's nothing in your diary about knowing Kemble was active.
It's just down as a routine surveillance.
With most of the commas in the wrong place.
Nasty! Hmm.
We've been after Frank Kemble for eight years.
Thanks to your ego I'll look that up.
.
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we could have lost both him and Lindsay in the same afternoon.
That must be some kind of record.
You could have them both, but you'd rather slag me in front of the old man.
Why don't you get things moving? Get out, both of you.
Come back when it's all over.
Hey.
You'd better make it, Jack, or I will personally bury you.
Thanks.
Do you want the heads mounted for your wall? Comedian.
Hello? Dave? They're turning into Finham Street now.
It's a goer.
Out.
Right - it's on.
The old bottle twitching, Dave? Shut your crack.
Ready, Mr Kemble.
Mr Prosser? Alec? Alec, who are these men? Where are you going? Tell her.
Tell her! Carter! Switch off, or they'll collect your head in a pillowcase.
In the sack! Hold it, sunshine! Dave! Frank? Frank? Frank? Frank? Frank! Frankie! That should have been me.
So, what's going to happen to the two boys? They've been in trouble since they were old enough to sit on a pub step.
Do you think they'll go to prison? That's up to the magistrate.
What a waste.
Have you ever thought of doing something else? Some other kind of a job? I've resigned four times.
Really? Yes.
They always talk me out of it.
I'm very gullible.
I was thinking.
Before you came, I was thinking.
The sort of experience I had this afternoon is the sort you go through all the time.
Not all the time.
A lot of the time.
But it has its moments.
What? I forgot to lock your car.