Unforgettable: The Sweeney Page #2

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As for the loot,

I'd settle on any high-denomination bills.

Nice to see you learnt something

in your childhood, George.

Yeah, well, you gotta act like a criminal

to catch one, don't you?

Officers, Mr Bledisloe is here to see you.

- I'd much rather talk to you.

- Unlikely.

What about me?

Regan. Flying Squad.

Just a routine check.

What do you actually do here?

I'm the manager.

No, I mean, what does the bank do?

We're a private clearing bank.

We hold large amounts of foreign currency

for mostly Middle Eastern clients.

We work with Abu Dhabi, Qatar, Dubai...

How large?

On the right day and the right week,

up to 10 million in cash.

And you ain't got proper security?

- Yes, we do.

- No, you ain't.

They'd sh*t theirself

with a 9-mil in the back of the canister.

We're not a High Street bank.

If you was, there'd be a

blag here every week.

And who's intending to "blag" us?

As I said, this is just a routine check.

We tend not to invite police in the bank

too often, it can unnerve the staff.

No one invited us.

Very well, if there's nothing else...

What a c*nt!

- I like him.

- You would.

He's got panache.

You want me to stick someone on here

and watch it?

Yeah, Wextru.

He likes sitting on his arse doing nothing.

Hello. Hello, hello.

- Jack.

- Jack.

How's it going, Lewis?

How's life at the sharp end?

Must be run off your feet catching all them

criminals from behind the desk.

I don't need to be on the streets

to make arrests, Jack.

There's an abundance of criminals

amongst the police keeping me busy,

you know that.

Tiring work, is it?

Excuse me, yeah?

Bye for now.

Wanker.

Grow up, Jack. He's not stupid.

Don't give him a reason

to look up your skirt.

As long as he ain't looking up your skirt.

Come on.

You go left and I'll go right.

We wouldn't want anyone to think

we're banging each other, would we?

- Aye, aye.

- All right, guv?

- What you got?

- Sign.

Lovely.

Me and Regan went down to QTZ today.

What's QTZ?

- It's a private bank in Trafalgar Square.

- Never heard of it.

The reason you've never heard about it

before is 'cause it's private.

Funny.

Anyway, Regan wants you to go down there

and put the place under observation.

- Why me?

- Why not you?

Morning, Sweeney.

Good job yesterday. Top drawer.

Got a friend with me here today.

I know it's hard enough what we do

without being observed as we do it,

nevertheless,

I'd like you to give a warm welcome

to Detective Ivan Lewis from Internals,

who I know some of you already know.

So no larking about.

Give him what he needs, okay?

Thanks, Haskins.

- Jack, nice to see you again.

- How you going?

I'll make this brief.

I'm not here looking for scalps.

All right? I'm not here to shut you down.

I'm just here to observe.

Observe how you operate and, if need be,

suggest some adjustments to your approach

and maybe make some recommendations

of how to improve,

enhance the unit's success rate.

Success rate?

We've just taken out an armed robbery

with no civilian casualties.

The week before that, a

security van attempt.

And all suspects are in custody.

Now, have you got a problem with that?

- No, Jack.

- Good.

And by the way,

people who don't know me call me Regan.

The problem...

The problem is

the significant number of legal cases

that's mounting against your unit.

And these exclusive

and, frankly, exorbitant Sweeney offices

- funded by the tax payer with...

- It's the tax payer we look after.

It causes resentment

in other departments, you know?

- Oh, f***!

- The problem is the...

Methods and tactics you employ.

I mean, there's even talk of baseball bats.

Pick ax handles being used

to attack suspects.

The problem is the collateral damage

that's left in your wake...

The problem is people like you

that don't let us do our f***ing job.

- Easy, Jack.

- Oh, I'm being f***ing easy here.

Carter, your lot supposed to be somewhere?

Combat training, sir.

Give me five, will ya?

Don't go too far, George.

So what is it then, Lewis?

What do you want to see?

Your name up in lights,

with a medal pinned on you

for bringing down the Flying Squad?

Regan. Leave it.

Yeah, all right.

What are you like?

You wanna be the little man

that brought down the Sweeney?

Is that it? It's people like you

who want to make us obsolete.

'Cause we still do the things

that you can only f***ing dream of.

Now, do you wanna take us on?

Well, you can have a go.

I mean, other people have had a go.

Have you got big bollocks?

Have you? You got big f***ing nuts?

Let's have a look at them.

No, I don't think you have.

Tell me something, Lewis.

Is your problem with the job or with me?

The job.

It transpires that some of these ingots

went missing from a crime scene.

It's also emerged that

everybody but the Sweeney was searched.

So what?

Tip of an already melting iceberg.

I work on the front line, son.

Criminals I hunt want me dead.

Day in and day out, I'm undermanned,

under-armed and underpaid.

I fight crime on the street, not from

behind a f***ing desk where I can hide.

So do something useful, Lewis,

like catch real f***ing criminals.

Regan?

Everyone's got a weak point.

- Everyone on the floor!

- Put me down!

Run, Neil. Run, you little bastard!

Sorry.

Yes! F***ing number one!

Go on, Neil!

Knock yourself out.

You nasty bastard.

- Any luck, John?

- Nothing.

Well, I need something.

- A little unnecessary, wasn't it?

- Yeah.

- What are you thinking?

- I'm thinking Italian tonight.

- What about this mess? Where do you start?

- I'd ignore that.

The getaway car already found

out by Heathrow.

- Yeah.

- It was torched using phosphorus.

It was stolen out of Manchester

about a week ago

and it was reported, and

the plates changed.

Jack, victim was foreign. Natalija Wolscat.

She was working as a temp in a legal firm.

She was only in here buying jewelery.

Ran a check on her.

There's nothing out of the ordinary.

She's a civilian.

- Right, that's it.

- All right, guv?

Ta.

The murder weapon was a 9 mm, possibly

a Smithy or a high-powered Browning.

Gonna run a check on the spent cases

now, I'll get back to you ASAP.

But judging by the circumference

of the exit wound,

I'd say they were using dumdums.

- They don't mess about, do they?

- Don't f***ing mess about.

Guv, I found a shaped

charge, what's left of it.

F***ing hell, Ellis. You should be

wearing a glove if you're touching that.

What a stain to have on your soul?

Take someone's life for a couple of

hundred grand's worth of stones.

I mean, you'd just leave the f***ing work

and walk, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

Looks like they panicked

when the hold-up alarm went.

Why else would they top her?

Got any ideas?

That was blown in 2000.

That was blown the same year.

That was blown the following year.

And that was blown today.

What do you notice

about the shaped charges?

- They're all the same.

- Well done, Grasshopper.

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