Unforgettable: The Sweeney Page #3

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Now, see him?

I gave him his first two sentences

when he was just a teenager.

He robbed a post office

while he was still at school.

He's a f***ing torpedo.

Francis Allen. Six years for armed robbery

and attempted murder.

Back behind bars

one week after release for another robbery.

Gets parole. After that

the trail goes cold.

He progressed to running

guns for the Provos.

Earned an absolute f***ing fortune

supplying breakaway paramilitary groups,

you know,

with small firearms, light weaponry.

He's got links in Eastern Europe,

Chechnya, Russia, Serbia.

By all accounts,

he went to ground in Montenegro.

- So why come back now?

- Don't know.

Rob a shitty little low-end jewelers?

He's either done all his

beans and gone skint,

or an opportunity came his way

and he simply just couldn't say no.

Well, let's find him and ask him.

Shake a few trees, see what falls out.

And get Simmonds

to go down Hatton Garden,

see if anyone's tried to

fence that bit of tom.

I'm on it.

I'll pick up the new motor,

flop on a few grasses.

Someone's got to know if he's come back.

You look excited.

Yeah, Francis Allen, guv.

Looks like he's come out of retirement.

I need a word.

- I'm jogging on.

- Regan! I said I need a word.

Now.

Yes, guv.

What's up?

You're playing with a straight bat,

aren't you, Jack?

What?

Reassure me that Lewis and his boys

have got nothing on you.

Nothing that can come back and haunt us.

Nothing, no.

His team are taking it more seriously

than I anticipated.

- No.

- Good.

All right, nail your boy for the robbery.

I'm sure this'll be forgotten about.

- Can I splice now?

- Yeah.

Lovely.

- What do you know about Allen?

- He's a slag.

- You close?

- Nah, I gave him his first bit of porridge.

Thought it would be a matter of time

before I saw his f***ing face again.

See, cats like Allen, they

can't help theirself.

You look excited.

Sorry, it's your tits.

They don't stick out as much as your belly.

What you saying? I gotta

lose a bit of weight?

As long as you don't

lose your charm as well.

I suppose I could lose

a couple of kilos for you.

Oh, I'm touched.

- I wish I f***ing was.

- You're about to be.

- Yeah?

- Yeah. Here we go.

Eyes on the road.

- How do you wanna play this?

- Very low key. No trouble.

- Members only.

- Move.

I said, members...

We're the Sweeney, son.

Get out of the f***ing way

or else I'll break your legs.

Listen up!

Now, calm down, we're not here for drugs.

- What do you want, Regan?

- Not you, you f***ing grass.

F***ing hell, Regan. Who dug you up, then?

- What do you want?

- Francis Allen. Where is he?

Leave it out. He ain't

been about for years.

You know that.

Well, maybe he just came back.

What do you know about a jewelery robbery?

Innocent girl got one

in the back of the nut.

Ring any bells?

Would you like me to jog

your f***ing memory?

Leave it out, Regan.

You got nish, and you know it.

Why don't you take

this f***ing little drat and piss off?

Well, I'm gonna enjoy this

a lot more than you are.

Yeah, you think you're gonna enjoy what?

What...

F***ing witch!

Nobody takes liberties on my patch.

If I find out you or any one of these slags

know about Allen and his bit of work,

I'll hit you so f***ing hard,

you'll wish you were already in prison.

What a f***ing world this is.

What you looking at?

I don't understand. Why would someone

tell you where our man is,

and no one wants to talk to me?

What? Am I losing my touch here?

What can I say? I just come about it from

a different angle than you, that's all.

- You know, ask them nicely.

- Oh, f***!

Anyway, my new mate here...

- You all right, mate?

- Just bring me up.

Just on the phone, one sec.

He reckons our boy Allen's got

a little bolt-hole in the countryside.

Little anonymous gaff

in the middle of nowhere.

I reckon we should get down there, soon as.

Report to me anything you see.

Do not come off of Channel 6.

Do not compromise our play.

This is Francis Allen we're dealing with.

He's a very capable and dangerous man.

He has killed and he will kill again.

Where the f*** are you?

Been here f***ing hours.

Do you think he's even in there?

Well, we'll know one way or the other,

won't we?

He's really got under your skin,

hasn't he, this one?

I can't have animals running about,

killing innocent girls

and thinking they can get away with it,

George.

Not while I'm Sweeney.

F*** me.

Guv, can I ask your advice on something?

Yeah, go on, knock yourself out, Ellis.

What would be the best way

of asking Lewis out on a date?

- Lewis?

- Yeah, Nancy.

Got a fierce crush on her.

Been thinking about asking her to dinner.

I wouldn't bother if I was you, Ellis.

Well, I fancy her loads and it looks like her

marriage is going down the shitter, so...

Listen, that's a work colleague of ours

you're talking about here, yeah.

Stop being so unprofessional.

Oh, who cares? I'm nuts about her.

Ellis, shut it.

I just really wanna f*** her.

Oh, f***ing hell.

And how would you feel

if you ever got the chance, Ellis?

Oh, Jesus. I'd be up on the back of her

like a Jack Russell with two mickeys.

Oh, nito. Nito!

It's Simmonds.

Saveloy!

Where's Wextru?

You sent him to stick a bank

under observation.

F*** the bank, I want him here.

What about if Allen comes?

I want the whole team here.

- George, get on the blower.

- Here, americano, two sugars.

And an organic soya latte for you, guv.

Soya? Since when did you start

drinking f***ing soya?

Oh, f*** me.

She got you on the healthy milk now,

has she?

- Who's that?

- No one.

Is it that serious? Is

it f***ing soya serious?

Well, judge for yourself.

She's coming to dinner.

I will have the prawn

cocktail for starters.

Then beef lasagne, some chips and some

garlic bread, please. Eating for two.

I'll have the deep-fried brie to start

and then the roast loin of pork

and a side of chips. Can I get

some mayonnaise with that as well?

I will have... What's a whitebait?

Them little tiny little fishes with

little miserable looks on their faces...

- Yes, darling.

- ...we had in Greece?

I like them. We had them in Greece.

I'll have some of them.

I'll also have rigatoni and meatballs.

Can I have escalope?

Veal escalope on the side.

God, I'm starving.

A bit of garlic bread, I think. Yeah.

What are you having?

I'll have the pear and walnut salad.

All right.

Cheers, mate.

- Did you tell Jack yet, darling?

- No.

George has applied for a promotion to DS.

They're hearing it, too.

Marvelous.

How's Neil doing at school, Meg?

Piss off, Jack.

You never asked about him before.

Anyone would think you cared, mate.

Just enquiring.

So George tells me you're married, Nancy?

Yes. But Jack's a better f***.

That's a good one.

I'm only joking. Just that, you know,

I'm in the final stages of a marriage.

The only thing keeping us together

is the roof over our heads. So...

F***in' hell. No danger of you and me

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