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(POLICE SIRENS)
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Bob says tonight you don't
Put your hand in your pocket.
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- Cheers, Lynda.
- When are you going to ask me out?
:28:46
Don't say nothing. Wait 'til you're sober.
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Set up weeks ago this meet.
Good ruck before the game.
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Only trouble, the Brummies
couldn't got off the coach.
:28:54
Some prat leads a charge.
John, do you know who that might he?
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I love you!
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# Though you hate us we couldn't give a toss
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Oi!
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You think you're the cream
on top of a bottle of piss,
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but any more row and you're on report.
:29:17
- Sorry, Sergeant.
- My lot in lockup are better behaved.
:29:21
Sorry, Sergeant.
We've had a very stressful night.
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Yeah. It won't happen again, Sarge.
:29:30
You've got to draw the line somewhere.
:29:36
This is no good, coming back
to the nick after a day's work.
:29:39
- We need a proper office.
- And proper backup. We're winging it.
:29:43
- Fucking right.
- (JOHN): Down to you, Trev.
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You're the sergeant.
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- What's the word on the meet today?
- You've not seen Bob?
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Half-one, Lumber's Arms, city centre.