:35:00
I'll have you in uniform by Monday!
:35:03
Morning, Trevor.
What's the matter with you two?
:35:05
(JOHN): I'm fine. It's him.
:35:08
He grasses on me,
throws his weight around in the pub,
:35:11
blows our cred with Bob and tries
to act the caveman with Lynda!
:35:15
- What's this about John leaving?
- He's not leaving, I'm sacking him!
:35:19
- So help me, you...
- You can't do it, Trev.
:35:22
I can do what I like! I'm the Sergeant!
:35:25
You can't hack it. Fuck off onto Traffic Control!
:35:30
Well, that's that, then. It's out of my hands.
:35:34
I think I'll take a holiday.
:36:05
- Are you alright?
- How's Trev?
:36:09
His glasses are broken. He'll live.
:36:13
Better come out and face it, mate.
:36:38
I'm sorry, Jonesy.
:36:43
I'm sorry as well, John.
:36:45
- I was out of order.
- So was I.
:36:50
- I don't want you off the squad.
- I realise you have to carry the can.
:36:55
Trev, you can't pull rank
when you're undercover.
:36:57
- You're painter-decorators.
- Trevor and John, mates