All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s01e01 Killers

Oh, come on. We love you. We slept five
to seven.

What? Yeah, all right.

Oh,

God.

I'm on late. I left a note.

Sorry, lad.

Go back to sleep. Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.

Jed, are you awake?

No.

What are you thinking about?

This is going to be the last time, isn't
it, Jed?

I mean, we're doing all right.

You said yourself the garage is doing
well.

And that's enough?

Well, it would be for me.

Well, you're a woman.

Aren't you?

What did you get up for?

I was waiting, though, wasn't I?

Did you see them that well, then?

Obviously not.

I did say I was sorry.

Go back to bed. I'll bring you a cup of
tea up.

No, no, I'm awake now.

Hungry? Not especially.

I've got a mouth like the bottom of a
bird cage.

I'm surprised.

Well, you bought it, Maggie.

You're supposed to be the bait.

Honey, you weren't here, were you,
Inspector?

Let's have another row, Ray.

He's looking for one.

Does it bother you that much, me being
an inspector?

Well, does it?

Why should it?

I don't know.

Yeah, I could suppose.

Some men.

I'm grumpy.

In the morning, I'm always grumpy.

What time do you get in, anyway?

One ish relative of narcotics.

Do you nick them?

No, they don't turn up.

Because I'm a wolfman.

And on certain nights when I move you in
the right direction...

Hi, Jack. Oh, hello.

Nice to talk to you.

Hello.

Hello, Uncle Harry. Hello, Dale. Are you
still in your filth then, brother?

Well, we had a bit of a lie -in, you
know. Nice.

Come, my son. You'll be late for school.

Come on, Dale.

I'll be still.

Take a bow to Daddy.

Hello. Bye,

kid.

Will you be gone by the time I get back?
Yeah.

See you later. God willing.

Did you get it?

Yeah.

for something.

You don't have to turn it off. Just turn
it down to a... Why aren't you dressed

anyway? Why?

Well, for starters, because I said so.

Still in his pyjamas up there.

What's that got to do with it?

Yeah.

Watch for her.

The boys down at the station have given
you our time.

What's she talking about?

Well, from our first meeting with the
inspector, you said they gave you a

barracking. All that bit about being
able to hang your helmet up now and

it to the little woman to bring it
ready.

Just pulling me leg, that's all.

I was as chapped as I was.

Look, Maggie, you're going to be late.
It's getting to be every morning.

He's not like you, snapping at Steve
over nothing like that. I'm sorry.

Tell me.

It's the job.

What?

Oh.

Not your job.

Not even my job.

Just the bloody job.

I mean, how long ago was that, Maggie?

Not so long.

It was a lifetime ago.

Mr and Mrs Ray Forbes, your friendly
neighbourhood coppers.

Only we aren't coppers any more, are we,
Maggie?

Or bobbies, or even bogeys.

We're the fuzz, the filth, pigs, fascist
swine.

My old man was blown to pieces at
Normandy fighting the fascist bloody

and for what? To make a land fit for
heroes?

Or rockers?

And muggers, and punks, and freeloaders,
and all the rest of the gang.

Ray, love. I mean, the train robbers.

There's a book about them out there on
the bookstores. How we did it. And

bleakly, he's practically a bleeding
folk hero.

I mean, give him another couple of years
and he'll end up with a raw pardon.

And a night ought to go with it.

And never mind a poor bastard. They
fitted up doing the job.

He won't be writing any books, will he?

Oh, yeah, then there's the demo.

The peaceful demo.

Yeah, lock arms, lads. They don't mean
any harm. They're just exercising their

democratic rights.

They're always on about their rights.
Well, what about our rights?

I mean, we're people too, aren't we?

Citizens?

I mean, sometimes we're fighting for our
bloody lives out there, Maggie.

You know what I dread the most now, eh?

Soccer. Soccer.

I mean, I can remember when there used
to be a right old scramble down the neck

for that duty.

Nowadays it gives me the shivers.

I mean, they're not kids.

They're animals.

Worth.

The stick you get from the crowd, you
think it was the police who was trying

spoil the match for everybody.

Oh, yeah, but don't you lose your bottle
and retaliate when somebody spits in

your face or puts a boot in on one of
your mates.

Because I'm sure as hell you'll end up
there that night on News at Ten and

tomorrow they'll be up on their back
legs in the House of Commons screaming

about police brutality.

You remember Sid?

Sid Wallace?

Yes. Yeah.

He lost an eye defending somebody's
democratic rights.

Half blind at 26.

But that wasn't on the telly.

Oh, no.

It's funny, isn't it?

How they never seem to have their
cameras down the hospital after a demo.

Watching our lads getting their shit put
in for them.

Pig in the middle, that's me.

Pig in the middle.

I'll tell you something, Maggie, I've
had it.

Right up to here.

I'm jacking it in.

I'm leaving the force. Ray, now. I mean
it.

What's your bloody dress? I'm having a
bloody bath, aren't I?

Don't use that language with me.

Don't use it on me.

Ray, for God's sake.

You heard what he said. Don't hit him.
Don't take it out on him.

Guess who?

Ah, hello, Jake.

Morning, Maggie.

Oh, hello, Jake.

I thought you'd use the lift -in. Right.

You'll be late again tonight, will you?
I don't know.

Dad will hang on till you get back.

Right, I'll see you.

Yeah.

I'll be a bad time to call, did I?

Give me two minutes, OK?

Right.

Harry. OK, all right? All right, you
know.

Have you got the car? Yeah, yeah.

Where?

Well, it's posh for you.

It wasn't even locked.

Yeah, well, some people don't deserve
good cars, do they?

Right, let's go.

Ray?

Yeah?

Look, what you said about Jack and
Eddie...

You've got to talk about it.

You're not on tour, are you?

Yeah.

Come up west and have some lunch with
me.

Hmm?

You're playing, are you?

The perfect father, that's me. Straight
out of Sprob. But he's perfect. Here,

come round.

Right. Twelve o 'clock, down the neck.
OK?

You're on.

Why not?

Be careful.

Bit of a barney, then?

No, nothing important.

Does it bother him, do you think? What?

Well, you're Detective Inspector up
west, and he's still PC blood.

Would it bother you?

Definitely.

He's talking about leaving the fort.

I see.

What would he do?

I don't know.

Come, you're never married, are you?

Well, the only woman I've ever fancied's
already married.

Right.

Do you see her, Russell?

Yes, she is.

Yes, she does.

I see.

Yes.

Where have they taken her?

Yes, yes, of course.

Look, you'd better give me some details.

Any preview from CRO, Jenkins?

Yes, the GB8 six years ago. Good as gold
since. Right, thanks, Jimmy. Those bed

-for -steps are turning up again. Tell D
.C. Hammond and his buck what's his

name? Weaver. If you want to give an
hour to the super -ex -traders in Oxford

Street, they may give them a lead now.

Who's the other thing?

The dodgy scotch. Anything?

No, there's nothing going in for the
back door. Because they've taken it in

front. Final fight in the annex,
lunchtime. I know Red's coming in to

with me. Oh, thanks, Eileen.

Just to make up, darling. Trouble
reading my writing. Oh, I've seen worse.

prescriptions. Oh, yes, yes.

Thanks, Mum.

Doctor.

Sit down, Inspector.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news for
you.

There's been an accident.

Steve? No.

No?

Yes.

Very fine.

It went off. The stupid kid was going
for the gun. I didn't mean to shoot him.

Is he dead? It went off. I don't know.

You don't know?

Yeah, well, we didn't hang about to find
out, did we? Well, it was your idea,

wasn't it, Harry? You know you're
trouble, Joe. You're all mad. You ain't

bad figure. Knock it off, Harry!

Jump that motor.

Yeah.

Clean.

Yeah.

The shooter. I'll look after that. Yeah,
bye.

Independent radio news at one.

Ken Clark.

An all -out search is underway to find
the raiders of a security van in

West End this morning.

During the raid, the thieves shot and
killed a police constable.

The officer, who was off duty, surprised
the thieves after they'd overpowered

the security guards.

He was shot at point -blank range and
died instantly.

The thieves fled empty -handed. You
wasted a copper.

He was searching for a dark blue
Mercedes seen leaving the scene of a

Well, I didn't know, did I?

How the bloody hell was I supposed to
know?

The latest OPEC price increases... The
stupid git was going for the gun!

Oh, I've got to tell Steve.

How am I going to tell Steve?

Fenton, it's... It's Forbes' husband.
He's been shot.

He's dead.

I want you to see Sketch. All right.

Megan.

Come on, love.

All right. Come on, my love.

Fenton's going to see you.

I don't know how I'm going to tell him.

All right.

I mean, do you want me to come in with
you?

It's all right.

You sure?

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Matt,

come on.

Turn the telly down a little, will you?

Are you all right, Mum?

What are you doing back there? You said
you were on a late turn tonight.

Dad, I've got a headache. Do you think I
can't be an aspirin?

We're right out of film, love.

They're on the list.

Yeah, look, I'll tell you what. Give me
a minute. I'll nip down to the chemist.

I won't be a moment. Where have I put my
phone?

Steve, I want to talk to you on your
own.

It's about your dad. Oh, don't talk to
me about him.

What? I mean, I'm not going to apologise
to him.

I mean... Why should I?

I got that new cassette yesterday and
that was the first time I had a chance

hear it this morning. And he comes in
carrying on and on and makes me switch

thing off.

It's the same every morning.

He's asked me to come jogging with him
tomorrow.

That's because he's got a day off.

I mean, I can't live with all this.

Who needs all this early morning aggro
anyway?

And another thing.

If he thinks he's going to stick one
across my face without... He's got

thing coming.

Steve, he's dead.

We've got a few minutes yet, girl.

Dee's watching for the car.

Are you sure this is what you want,
Maggie?

Oh, yes.

It'll be a right circus down at the
centre, you know. What with the press

all. Oh, I don't care about that.

At first I did think just a quiet
funeral, just us. No fuss.

But then...

Ray spent 20 years in that job.

I reckon in the end he thought they were
20 years thrown away, wasted.

I don't think they were.

Not one day.

And more than he would have done once
things had settled down again.

I want people to see that.

I want Steve to see that.

To see how important he was.

The car's here, Mum.

Right.

The funeral took place today of Police
Constable Raymond Forbes.

Constable Forbes died in hospital a week
ago after being fatally wounded in a

struggle with armed raiders who were
robbing a security van... The hell are

watching that for?

Constable Forbes leaves a widow and a
teenage son.

Look at her.

That poor woman.

And the boy. Look at his son.

You just remember, Joe.

I was there and all.

He gets it.

I get it.

Right?

We'd better be getting back.

I'll get Janie to give you a ring.

Anytime you know where we live.

Thanks.

Come in and see us in the nick in your
time.

So long, Steve. Look after her. Bye,
sir.

I'll call round.

If there's anything at all you want.

Thanks, Joe.

Look at it change.

Have a tea, love? I'm just going to jack
it in, you know, Dad.

Eh?

Ray.

That last morning he told me he was
jacking it in.

I'll put the kettle on.

Mr.

Vince. Oh, the Duke. I mean, won't you?

What's business?

I'm a bloody man.

Well,

you know how it is, Vince.

When some proxy villain goes and murders
one of us, we don't like it. Don't like

it at all. Don't like murder ever. Not
ever.

But when it's one of us, that's when we
start getting dead earnest. We become

scrupulous in the execution of our duty.
Everyone comes into the frame.

I know nothing about shooting no cop.
No, no, no. Of course you don't, my

Of course you don't. On the other hand,
you are the lad with the contacts. I

mean, you have got a lot of friends in
low places. I want you to do me a

Put the word out. Spread it around. I
want the tow rag who did it, Vince. I

him badly.

If I don't get what I want, I can get
very tasty. You think things are rough

around here now?

Then get up and do something worse,
believe me. Right?

Can I come in, Mum?

Yes, of course.

Picking up Dad's uniform?

Yeah.

Somebody's coming from the station to
pick it up.

It says on the news they found the
getaway car.

It had been nicked.

Figures.

Why did he hit me?

It didn't mean anything, love.

He was sorry afterwards he said so.

He bought me a bottle of perfume that
day.

It's in his things when he brought them
back.

I suppose he'll get a medal or
something.

Possibly.

Big deal.

I want to be assigned to the case. Of
course you do.

Request denied.

I'm a good detective. I can help. Of
course you are. If you weren't, you

wouldn't be working with me. Now, come
on, Maggie. How could you possibly hope

to remain objective investigating the
murder of your own husband? No, I

about that. No, no way.

Even if I said yes, the old man would
overrule it. I'd still like to come back

to work. Steve's back at school now.
Also out of the question, at least for

moment, you remain uncompassionately
until I say otherwise. Now go home. Let

know the minute we get any news. Some
compassion. I'm climbing the walls.

Maggie.

Do know how you feel. Do you, sir?

We'll get it. Believe it.

Hello, my darling.

You must have been able to smell it.
What?

The coffee I just made.

It was lovely, Dad.

Well, of course it is.

I was oustrained by an expert, wasn't I?
Your mother.

You went down to the station, then?

Yeah.

I asked Russell if I could come back to
work.

Oh, yeah?

He wouldn't hear of it.

You are going back to work, then?

Eventually, yes.

What are you trying to say, Dad, that
you don't think I should?

Well, I'm sure it's not my place to tell
you anything, Margot.

But?

But, if you do go back, what about him,
then?

Steve. I've got to work, Dad.

Well, of course you have.

But then there's work and there's work,
isn't there?

I mean, it's not as if you was in any
old job, girl.

Not as if you was a secretary or a
receptionist or a girl who works in the

flower shop.

You're the copper.

And it's a dangerous job, isn't it,
nowadays, being a copper?

Well, what happened to Ray proved that.

And like I say, there is Steve.

I'll go.

Yes, she is. Who wants her?

Hang on, she's there now.

Says his name's Eskimo.

It's Maggie.

Hello, love.

Sorry to hear about your old man.

Sure. I've got something for you if
you'd like to call round.

A couple of nimes.

Right.

I'll be there in about an hour.

out. Tell Steve that I'll be back when I
can.

Maggie, you said yourself Russell
Bourgeois.

To hell with that.

The raffle on the vine is the Blandon
brothers made the other day.

Hardly there, Amo.

Shooters.

Blandon's getting more vine every day,
isn't it?

All I got was the word.

I may ask this morning.

See you, I think.

Jimmy? Oh, hello, Mum.

Jimmy, I want you to do something for
me. Check a couple of names.

Sure.

Ged and Harry Blandon.

Brothers. I want the last name and
address, that sort of thing.

And it's strictly on the QT, OK?

Yeah. I wouldn't ask, but I'm stuck
here.

Stymied.

Yeah, I'm with you.

TCI.

Vince, Rio inquiries.

Oh, yeah.

Perhaps a bit of something about the one
who provided the wheels.

Yeah?

Well, what he was.

What? Oh, come on now, Vince.

You know I wouldn't insult you by
offering you money, now would I, my

Hello?

Hello? Hello.

That address.

One brother, Jed, lives there.

17 Armstrong Terrace.

That's North 6th.

Also, there's a garage in Kilburn.

Could be bent.

Re -sprays, that sort of cake.

Thanks, Jimmy.

Shtum, man.

Walter Reddix. His name's Kearney. He's
going bald.

Shot this thing pretty lastly. Last
conviction three years ago for nicking a

car. When he's not inside, he drives a
taxi for a living.

All right.

Mrs Rex?

Yeah. Is Curley in?

It was Chris and Walter.

Is he?

What do you want him?

We're police officers.

We'd like a word with him. He's not
here.

Well, do you know where he is?

How would I know? I'm his mother, not
his wife.

Is his wife in?

That one.

Try up west.

Her car's in all the best windows in
Soho.

What do you want him for?

A couple was killed a couple of weeks
ago.

We think your son might be able to help
us with our inquiries.

Why? Well, he wouldn't know nothing
about anything like that.

Well, when will he be back? Do you know?

Sorry.

Curly, what the bloody... I've had the
bogeys round.

Have you been asking about the shooting?

You haven't been talking, son. Have you
been shooting your mouth off?

I've been doing it, Frank. What do you
think I am, stupid or something?

Well, if you haven't, why the bloody
hell have they come knocking at your

I'm telling you, I haven't breathed a
dingy. All right, knock it off, Harry.

That'll be it. Not necessary.

Look,

they've got nothing to go on, have they?

So what are they doing?

They're making sweeps, aren't they?

They're picking up everybody and
anybody.

Hoping to flush somebody out of the
woodwork.

We may just get a visit ourselves.

In fact, I've been expecting it.

Now, listen to me, son.

You go back home to your dear old
mother, all right?

Yeah, OK.

You haven't been talking to her, have
you?

No, no, of course not.

Are you sure?

No, Harry! It doesn't matter.

Your old lady, good for an alibi.

Yeah, of course. Good.

Will you get her?

to give you one for the morning in
question, right? And if old Bill comes

calling, you're in.

Wide -eyed and innocent.

Give this place a miss from now on,
right?

Yeah, OK.

Off you go, then.

See you.

Supposing it wasn't a coincidence?

Hit and run?

Yes, sir. Well?

Dead on arrival.

Don't take any prisoners, do they?
Anybody got the number of the car?

No, sir.

Come.

Can you do the relics for me, sir?

Sure, anybody.

Better go easy on this one. She's had a
bit of a shock.

Come in, Mrs. Relics.

Give her a chair.

It was my Wally.

I hoped it wouldn't be.

But it was.

We're sorry about your boy, Mrs. Reddix.

No, you're not.

He wasn't much, my Wally.

But he was all I had.

And they killed him.

I can't find his wife.

I'm not surprised.

You'd come round to the house, didn't
you?

After you'd gone, he told me all about
it.

Killing a copper.

He only drove the car.

He was so scared.

So he went round to see them.

They killed him.

Who are they, Mrs. Rennicks?

Who was it killed your boy? Do you know?

I've only got a minute.

Russell's steaming.

Why? He was on to a lead. The bloke who
drove the car for him. And somebody went

and ran him over.

Mickey Mouse, name of Curly Rennicks.

Bald chap. Yeah, we've nicked him a
couple of times. When was this?

This afternoon, about five o 'clock.

Landon's place.

He arrived at 4 .40.

Left five minutes later, and they took
after him in a light grey Jag.

Oh, came home in a taxi about an hour
later.

And they would, wouldn't they?

Just ran somebody over, carved him out.

They've got a garage in Kilburn.

So they have.

That's the number of the Jag.

Let Radcliffe have it.

I'll drop you right in it if I do.

No problem.

Tell them I pulled rank on you.

Hello,

Steve. Hello, Mum. Where you been?

Got a tip -off. Any good?

Shooting.

I don't know.

Secret, then, is it? Who gave you this?

All right, you can tell me all about it
on the way. And don't give me any of

that, I promise not to, Bilge. This is a
Nick, not Grey, private school.

Hello, Jed.

Been a long time. What is it now, six
years?

Of course, you were away for a few of
those, weren't you? Out of circulation,

like.

Somebody shot one of my men.

I read about that.

Unwise. Thought you might be able to
help us, like, with our inquiries.

Is this a joke? Joke? I'm not laughing.

Jag you drive, is it? Grey Jag?

So?

That'd be the one you'd use to knock
Renox over with, wouldn't it?

I've never heard of no Rennicks. There
he was, walking down the street, minding

his own business, when along comes a
dirty great jack, smears him all over

pavement. Not a pleasant way to go.

Don't know nothing about any of that.

It's an Umbra, your car.

So what? So would it be in dock at the
moment, in a garage not a hundred miles

from here, damaged, near side lamp and
wing?

Yeah, I'd have bumped. So did Curly
Rennicks.

Regard that as a receipt. We'll let you
have it back when forensic are finished

with it.

It's truly marvellous what science can
do nowadays, Jet, you know. And it's

amazing what they can turn up, even if a
car has been thoroughly hosed down.

So what were you doing outside the
Blandons' house that day? I got a tip

Oh, which you chose not to pass on to
me, right?

Yes, sir. Although you were on
compassionate leave at the time, right?

Yes, sir. And under the strictest orders
from me that you were in no way to get

involved with the inquiry, right?

Yes, sir.

What the hell do you think we've been
doing for the last two weeks, eh?

You had no idea what was going on. You
had no information as to what lines of

inquiry anybody else was carrying out.
Nothing. You just steamed in. Had they

spotted you outside that house, you
could have blown the whole thing.

Blown it anyway, haven't we, sir?

Come again?

Well, we haven't got either of them for
Ray's murder.

And you know as well as I do that if Jed
Blandon gets the right lawyer, he'll

have the charges on with you, sir, man
-flaunter.

I see. You think we should have gone
after both of them for the murder of

husband, right? I mean, despite the fact
there wasn't a shred of evidence that

wasn't purely circumstantial, despite
the fact the car is clean, the shooter's

vanished, and the only one of the three
of them likely to even cough under

pressure is buried up in the cemetery.

Well, it might have been worth a try.

Anything would have been worth a try
rather than let them simply get away

it. Now, listen, Maggie. I understand
how you feel. I do.

It's because I understand how you feel
that I gave you orders to steer clear.

Orders you deliberately flouted. Now,
I've stuck my neck after you, brought

into this department because I thought
you had the makings of a good copper.

Now, there's a body of opinion around
this building who wouldn't necessarily

agree with me. Don't think women are up
to it. Think they're too weak, too

emotional. Quite honestly, on the
strength of your performance, I'm not

they're not right. So when I give you an
order in future, Inspector, I want you

to obey it. To the bloody letter, right?
Yes, sir.

Consider yourself on leave until you
hear otherwise.

And another thing, just for the record,
no bath that's got away with anything.

All right?

Do you remember that chat we had that
day?

On the way in the car the morning that
Ray got killed.

Was that Ray and me?

Yeah.

I don't know. He had a point, you know.

Perhaps it did bother him a lot, about
me being promoted. I think perhaps he

a point.

How do you mean?

Well, you know how it is usually with
kids when you get married. As soon as

start having babies, they leave. They
settle for some nice...

Safe, routine job in the nickname.

They never think about getting promoted.
Perhaps that's how great it would be

with me.

I can't help the way you are, Maggie. 15
years we were married, Ray and me.

You take away all the 15 -hour days I've
worked out of that.

Not to mention the nights.

And the weekends.

Weeks away on this course or that
course.

All the times that Ray was on nights
while I was on days and vice versa.

It amounts to a hell of a lot of time we
never ever spent together.

Thanks for the lift, Jake.

Any time.

I'll be okay.

Right.