:29:03
I love you!
:29:06
# Though you hate us we couldn't give a toss
:29:10
Oi!
:29:13
You think you're the cream
on top of a bottle of piss,
:29:15
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.
:29:23
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.
:29:46
You're the sergeant.
:29:52
- What's the word on the meet today?
- You've not seen Bob?
:29:56
Half-one, Lumber's Arms, city centre.
:30:00
I'd have thought
Bob would've put you in the picture.
:30:05
Oi, Gumbo! Get your tools out.
Get your tools out.
:30:10
# Get your tools out! Get your tools out!
:30:13
# Get your tools out for the lads!
:30:16
# Get your tools out for the lads!
:30:21
Gumbo, you're fucking nicked, my son!
:30:29
Oi, look!
:30:34
Football Intelligence?
:30:37
DS Jones Shadwell District.
:30:56
We've been done over.
Half of Midlands' Bill to greet us.
:30:59
I've been grassed by some fucker.
He's dead when I sniff him.