Unforgettable: The Sweeney Page #4

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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.

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