All language subtitles for Tales Of The Unexpected s04e02 vicious circle

You've had your breakfast, Timmy. You
know you have.

You need to make notes to yourself like
I do so you'll remember.

Eggs, cheese, cotton wool, savings book.
Now, why did I put that, Timmy?

Oh, of course, so I remember.

To take tea, floor cloth.

Right. Shumpy long, Timmy.

Oh, you're as bad as me, Timmy.

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Jackson. Not so
cold, is it?

How's Kieran? Still good as gold? Oh,
yes.

He's cut another coat.

He has.

Clever boy.

Yeah, move on, Mrs.

Oh, no.

Yes, I have.

I forget my head next.

What will Timmy say? My purse and my
savings book.

Oh, no.

My... He, too.

I'd soon be a candidate for the funny
farm.

I did remember giving Jackson back my
key, didn't I?

What are you doing?

You get away from there!

We may thank our lucky stars Ciaran was
a gift. Ow!

It's your anchor.

Would you go in for a dive? Yeah.

You panicked, you see. You weren't
expecting me back, were you? And I

my person is sitting on the table just
waiting for you.

Can you move? I wouldn't be sitting
here, would I, if I could? I reckon I'm

busted. Ow!

It mayn't be as bad as you think.

We can't just leave you sitting here,
can we? Come on.

Upset, Daisy.

Oh, dear.

I'll say one thing for you.

You saved me the trouble of bothering
Mrs.

Jackson for my fair keep, and that's
rather a relief, because I've had to ask

her for a flight time in the past few
weeks.

She says she doesn't mind, but I think
I'm in trouble, too.

What are you going to do, call the
police?

We'll talk about that later. First, we
must see to your poor anchor.

That's the most important thing, surely,
isn't it?

Oh, you young people today.

Desperate, aren't you? Come on, in we
go.

Oh, dear.

Bleeding thing? No, it's not bleeding.
There's no abrasion at all.

Now, you sit still.

What are you going to do, call the law?

No, I'm not.

Hot water, Epsom salt.

You just rest.

Ow.

Typical young man, Timmy.

Ruthless. A dandle.

But we must do our best for him.

As Mr Grady always said, there's some
good somewhere in everyone.

Is that your old man?

Yes.

That's Oliver, my late husband.

He died two years ago this April.

Oh, such a good man.

He was a social worker.

A soft cop.

I beg your pardon? That's what they
called all them people from the welfare.

Soft cops.

In we go.

Ow! A grown lad like you, it's not that
hot.

It is. Oh! Still.

Oh, dear.

That's mine.

Indeed it is.

And sadly, though.

Oh, what an awful thing.

You're getting used to the hot water?

Sort of, yeah.

Good. Yeah, you put cold water on
sprains.

I don't. Everybody I know does. Now, why
is a nice lad like you carrying a

weapon like this?

Protection.

Is that so?

And from what, may I ask?

Oh, Ladies like me, hmm?

No.

But... Well... That's the trouble with
you young people today.

Knives, gangs, violence.

Whatever goes on in your heads, I don't
know.

It was never like that when I was young.

Oh, we had our share of crime.

But it was never so brutal.

My husband...

was brutally mugged.

He died of a heart attack three days
later.

I didn't do it.

Did I say you did?

But the police never caught them.

I thought... You recognized Oliver.

I didn't. When did I? Just now. I
didn't.

Well.

Now we can dry your foot and strap it
up.

How does it feel?

Bit better. Good.

I was old lady Sisson's housekeeper.

I used to nurse her sometimes.

Who? You never heard of the Sissons?

Lord Sisson, the merchant banker. Quite
one of the richest men in Britain.

In later life, he took up prison reform,
but after a time he gave it up.

Appalled by human nature, he said to me,
Mrs. Grady, it's no use.

The prisoners are vicious, unrepentant.

But so are we.

It's a vicious circle, vicious.

That's what he said to me.

They were very kind to me, the Sissons.

You want to know if I'm going to tell
the police, don't you?

Suppose I don't.

You reckon you won't?

Oh, I'm not saying that. Not just yet.

I don't want to.

I want to believe the best of you.

I don't even know your name.

Rex. Rex what?

Tobin.

Well, Mr Tobin, if I let you go, how do
I know you

won't rob someone else?

Possibly commit grievous bodily harm as
well, on your way home.

Well, I mightn't.

You mean you could reform?

Don't know.

Would you like to?

Well, I...

I think you're halfway there.

Now, how would you feel, for example, if
I were to take a club and beat

you?

I shan't. Don't worry.

But I'd have every justification,
wouldn't I?

You tried to break in.

Indeed, you succeeded.

My purse and savings book were in the
kitchen.

If you had taken them, oh, what would I
have done?

Yeah, well, I didn't, did I?

You intended to.

I can't help it.

But you can.

It's the way things are. I mean, that's
how it is, the luck of the draw.

Had it never occurred to you, Mr Tobin,
you might try to make the world a better

place rather than a worse one.

But, Al, these things happen, don't
they?

Of course, crime is as old as Cain and
Abel.

But what I'm saying is there's no need.

There.

That'll give you some support.

Can you stand, do you think?

Come on.

Have a go.

Still tender.

Yeah. You just rest it.

And I'll make you a nice cup of tea.

Hang on a minute, Mrs. What?

Well, no one's ever talked to me like
that, you know.

You know, I mean, the teachers and that,
they talked.

But it was easy for them, wasn't it?

But you, I was going to rob you, wasn't
I?

Will it be bad for you if I turn you
over to the police?

Shop you?

Isn't that what you say?

My meaning is... I dare say you have a
record.

Ah.

But you've given me hope, Mrs.

Do you really mean that?

Yeah.

I never.

I mean, you didn't preach.

Not really.

I mean, you helped me ankle all this.

How old are you?

Nineteen.

That wasn't me, I swear.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Nineteen.

All your life ahead of you.

But if I let you go, how can I be sure
that some innocent person won't

suffer?

Well, I don't know.

But I could try, couldn't I?

If you believed in me.

Nobody ever has before.

But are you man enough to keep a
promise?

All I'm saying is, I'd try.

Try to mend your ways.

Lead a... Decent life. Yeah.

I will.

You see, you're right. I know you are.

I've got someone now who really wants me
to go straight.

Haven't I?

Yes.

Like Mr. Grady, my late husband.

I'm looking for the good in you.

And I think I can see it.

So you ain't going to turn me in then?

Not if you promise.

Promise me... Right, it's a deal. I
promise.

Cross me out and hope to die.

No more flick knives. No more violence.
No more thieving.

That's asking a lot.

The excitement's like a drug, I believe.

That's what Lord Sisson told me about
those unfortunates he used to visit in

prison. I'm going straight.

How's that?

Oh, that's nice.

Well done, Rex. I may call you Rex, hmm?
Of course you can, yeah.

And any time you feel like going back to
your old ways, you'll come and have a

chat with me, hmm?

Yeah, good idea.

I will.

You'll see me, right?

Right.

I'll make that tea then.

Stupid old cow.

A reformed young mate.

You take cigarettes.

You won't wait for your tea? No.

But why?

You can't go like that. I can. I can
walk on the bandage.

Are you all right? What is it? I've got
to go.

Oh, no, you... Oh, yeah, missus.

Put that terrible thing away.

You promised. I don't want to hurt you.
Get out of the way. I'm off, right? On

me way. Leaving nice and quiet, right?

You keep your mouth shut till I'm away.

You gave me a break, now I'm giving you
one, okay?

But... You haven't... You say anything
to the cops and I'll come back and

carve you, right?

Rep, you promised... Get away.

Oh, no.

Oh, dear.

Oh, damn him.

He was tempted and fell.

And I ask you, Timmy, who wouldn't be
tempted?

Right.

That's him.

That's the kid who stole the milk.

Black jacket, beige stripes.

That's it.

You're clean this morning, aren't you?

Bottle of milk.

Crime's crime.

The lady in them flats was right to
report him.

He threw the empty over a wall that
could have hit someone.

Grammar, isn't he?

All right, sonny.

Well, what happened to your foot, son?

Offensive weapon.

Money.

Gum.

Chewie.

Boot.

One.

And... What the heck's this?

Well, well.

Here, let's have a look at that, Sarge.

All that from a bottle of milk?

I'll just check this.

Yes.

Sit down now, sir.

I've never seen any of that stuff.

Wait.

Picked him up in Ascombe Street.

Sir?

Come on, Sergeant. Sit down.

So... You pulled the Sissons job, eh?

You what? Oh, come on, son. This.

This belonged to Lady Sisson in
Grosvenor Square.

Where's that?

Mayfair.

May you do a job in Mayfair? Yes, you.
Why not?

Never.

Tough luck, son. Start talking.

I've never seen it before.

Try another.

I told you, I've never seen it before.

I found it in the street. I was going to
round it in.

You found it in the street?

laughter laughter laughter laughter

I remember Lady Sisson wearing this.

And I remember thinking, Timmy, one must
have a nest egg in this uncertain

world.

Poor Rex.

All bash and bang, Timmy. No...

..penis.

At all.