All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s02e04 Menaces

I love you.

I'm frightened.

What of?

This feeling of pure joy.

Suddenly, my whole life has changed.

You know, it's a pleasure to walk to the
office in the morning, planning the

day.

Oh, my darling, I met you. Don't.
Please.

Well, tell me.

I'm superstitious.

Talk about it too much. It kills it.

I need to talk about it.

June, listen to me.

I want to marry you.

There's no other way to put it.

There's no other way. I'd want you to.

Well?

There's no rush.

I'm afraid of losing you.

That's right.

You won't.

I'm still married.

What about your husband?

I think he's still in Reading.

Have you contacted him?

No, not yet.

Not something I look forward to.

Write him.

Call him, please.

Do it.

He'll make trouble.

We'll buy him off.

No. When you start paying, he'll be
round your neck the rest of your life.

No room.

How about getting my solicitor to start
the war rolling?

I'll do it. I shall nag.

Oh, dear.

Well, he never got on.

He was always rebellious, even as a
child.

At the time, he was a teenager.

When he went off to Canada, it was a
relief for all of us.

Is he your only son?

Yes.

You must miss him.

Guilt.

How come?

Perhaps if I'd tried a bit harder, given
him a little more time.

Are you in touch?

No.

Oh, that's great.

Oh, no.

Hell.

Money? I never carry any.

Anything missing?

I don't think so.

Damn. What is it? My leather briefcase.
You know, the zip -up one.

What was in it?

Business papers, letters, a couple of
share certificates.

Something else?

Those pictures.

The photos of you.

What?

Topless Tina at the poolside?

Bang goes my chance of being Miss
Centervold. I'm afraid so.

Nobody'd want to steal those.

Obviously they never opened it.

I suppose not.

You've got the real thing.

Who needs pictures?

Anything missing?

No, no, I don't think so. It's all
there.

Very lucky. It's a nice soft leather,
handy size.

Yes, I'm fond of it. It's damn useful.

Did you report it missing?

No. Why not? Well, as a matter of fact,
I felt a bit of a fool. I mean, you

chaps... The police have got enough on
their hands. And if I'm idiot enough to

leave it on the seat of a car... Did you
get the names of the boys who handed it

in? I expect so. I'd like to call them.
I think honesty needs rewarding.

Thank you very much.

Oh, Inspector Russell.

Chief Inspector.

Congratulations. Heard you were in. How
are you? Noddling along.

Aren't we all?

Well, if you'll excuse me. Thank you
again, Inspector. Pleasure.

Charming. One of yours?

It works? Works fine.

Times isn't changing.

And how is that dear father of mine?

Pretty well.

Very fit.

I didn't mean medically.

You want to know the truth?

He's making a fool of himself.

Yes. Well, it's just my opinion, that's
all.

Well, you mean this girl?

June, whatever her name is. He used to
have such a sensible relationship with

the Barnaby woman.

Well, what happened to her?

Wrapped aside by the Grand Passion.

And what about you?

What would happen to you? Oh, I dare not
think.

Seriously? Well, I'm his sister, not his
fancy woman.

I expect I'd get a red card.

I don't know how you can joke about it.
Well, you'd fight, wouldn't you? Oh,

sure.

Dunkirk over the draining board.

I don't know.

Good Lord.

Isn't that their wedding present from
Aunty Lily?

Yes. It's about the only thing left.

Everything's so smart.

So just right.

Not like a home.

It's more like one of those mock rooms
they set up in the furniture stores.

Should really be a fat lady somewhere
resting at Fallen Arches. Oh, that's me.

He sounds cheerful.

Mustn't let him think we've been talking
about him.

Hello, stranger.

Stranger nothing.

I was here last Thursday. And I was busy
making money.

How are you? Fine. And you?

Not the dusty.

I like the hairstyle.

Rose. Oh, don't bother to be polite to
me. I only work here. Well, you haven't

changed your hairstyle, have you? If I'd
had it shaved off, he wouldn't notice.

How's the cause?

25 ,000 pamphlets delivered last night.

I thought you looked tired.

Not all by me.

What's the theme this time?

Same as before.

Remind me, a week is a long time in
politics.

Defence of standards, resisting cuts in
public services, union rights, and stop

the de -industrialisation of Britain.

Oh, that sounds fair enough. Anyone
joining me? No, we're going to have some

more tea.

Some tea, not more tea. I thought the
Tories were supposed to be capitalists.

Bet your life.

And as capitalists, they're the...

Captains and owners of industry, right?

Right. Well, how is it in their interest
to de -industrialize Britain? Why kill

the golden profit -making goose?

Trust you to misunderstand.

You'll have to explain it to me.
Economics have changed since I was a

post? On your desk. But when you've had
your tea, fetch me some ice, will you?

You look well enough.

Don't, or I'll swallow the thermometer.

I don't know, winter didn't sneeze
twice. Come summer, this happened.

You've been drying your hair properly
after swimming? What about that anorak

yours? I'm not seeing you wear it for
months.

Oh,

I can't even read the damn thing.

There we are.

101. I told you.

Have you got exams tomorrow?

Oh, you know we haven't. A lot of kids
have got it. Got what?

Oh, some sort of virus.

You say that and I don't know what it
is.

I don't know, just my luck.

My dad's in Herne Bay and I'm up to my
eyes.

I can cope.

Yes, I've seen you when you've coped
before, Steve.

I think I'll give the doctor a call.

Just see what he's got to say.

Lots of cold drinks. That doesn't mean
beer. I haven't touched a drop.

Aspen? OK.

You know, if the dog wants to see you,
you'll just take her down and let him in

yourself. Oh, I doubt I'll be well
enough to do that.

Of course, he could send his partner.

Dollybird, are you?

Very young.

Then again, after a good night's rest?

I thought that's what you'd say.

Either that or take a turn for the
nurse. Oh, please, Mama Mill.

Bring my guitar up, would you? No.

You're ill.

You've got to be miserable.

Why? You're bloody unfair.

You've been... I don't know, resigned to
it.

You forget I've had time to brood about
it. I've thrown my tantrums.

I'm sorry.

Better let me buy another round of
drinks.

Father Time will leave us alone.

The pictures are innocent enough. You
know that. So do you. You missed my

Letcher is like beauty. It's in the eyes
of the beholder.

What do we do?

That's why I'm here.

It's not my idea of fun, seeing you
dolled up like a dog's dinner.

Got my charity belt on?

Glad to hear it.

Wasn't clean.

Wasn't.

Tell me what you think.

I'll go along with whatever you say. No,
it's important we decide this together.

What are the alternatives?

Pay up or publish and be damned?

What if I don't pay?

Don't? What can they do to us?

Can't do anything to me.

Could be nasty for you, though.

Have they got the one of you and me
together?

Yes, they've got all of them.

J .P. posing with ladies forgotten to
put her Charlies away.

Not good for your courtroom image.

You know what I'd like to do?

Go to the police. Dump the lot on them.

No?

I hadn't thought.

Makes us look such muggins.

Madam's like more foolish to pay up £2
,000.

The police are not exactly noted for
their finesse.

More heaviness of foot, not lightness of
hand.

So you think not?

Oh, your decision, love. Honestly, I
don't... With all things being equal,

rather not go to the police.

Yeah.

I'd rather not.

Fair enough.

How much would it cost to get you out of
this rat trap for the rest of the

evening?

A fortune.

Next question.

Are you worth it?

Only one way to find out.

Time now.

Since I was a child.

Hello, Mum.

Are you still here?

I waited so I could visit the sick.

They were fast asleep when I got in last
night.

Those tablets are knockout.

So I noticed.

Magic. Pure magic.

Has the doctor come?

Yeah. Then he hasn't got a female
assistant.

Oh.

What a shame.

Still, now that you're feeling better,
you'll be needing these, won't you?

Funny, I feel a bit of a relapse coming
in. Now listen.

Temperature or not, sick or well, it's
school tomorrow, right?

One for the diary.

It will all be logged.

Cheers. Cheers.

Thanks for returning the briefcase.

I wish all of our customers were as
easily satisfied.

It wasn't only that I wanted to talk to
you about.

Somehow I didn't think it was.

A friend of mine, being blackmailed.

A man very much like myself.

Business, relatively well -off family.

All the trimmings.

And what do they have on it? What hold?

Some photographs.

The man has a girlfriend. She proposed
for some pictures.

All? No, no, no, no, no. Make it from
the waist up.

So, what is it you want?

Advice? What should he do?

How does he play it?

Can he afford to play?

Two thousand pounds?

Yes.

You think that's best?

I didn't say that.

You approached me off the record, right?

So I'm answering you off the record.

You brought it to me at the office, I'd
give you a totally different set of

answers. You understand that?

I think so.

I don't have to tell you about the
courts and the victims called Mr. X.

You know it as well as I do. You also
know that in truth, the journalists all

know the identity of Mr. X, and if they
don't, they can easily find it out.

Someone like you, for instance, no
problem.

You're very honest.

More honest than you've been with me.

But it's the girl I'm worried about.

She's a hostess, works in a nightclub,
so open for misinterpretation.

Are you...

You fond of her?

I'm going to marry her.

Well, if you can pay without breaking
the bank, maybe that's what you ought to

do.

Pay once, they'll call again, won't
they?

It's possible.

Probable. They might.

A lot of greedy people.

What do you recommend?

Those are the alternatives. I can't do
any more than point them out to you.

And if at some future stage I want to,
call in the police.

Where do you live?

Two minutes from the office.

On my badge?

Absolutely. It's easy.

You just stroll around the station, come
up to my office, make the official.

I'll be off. Thanks for the drink.

Like old times.

Isn't it?

Want me to get it?

No, I'll get it. You enjoy the concert.

4837.

4837.

Mr. Stockard. Speaking.

You got my letter?

Yes, I've been waiting to hear from you.

Well?

Yes, I've got your money.

Wait a minute.

Yes?

Well,

I've got an A to Z. I'll find it.

What time?

6 .30 tomorrow evening.

Right. Oh, and listen.

You try this again.

Ever again, I call in the police. Is
that understood?

And this is the second one?

Yes. You still got the first?

No, unfortunately, I destroyed it.

Shame.

Naively, I thought that might be the end
of it. A bit naive to pay out in the

first place. Two thousand pounds, just
like that. Well, that was my suggestion.

This is your girlfriend?

Yes. June. June Stafford.

What does she do for a living?

At the moment, she's working as a
hostess in a nightclub.

May I? You make it sound temporary.

I rather hope it is. I wanted to give it
up.

Look what's stopping her.

Something she calls independence.

Oh, I understand that.

Having to ask every time you need a five
or a new pair of tights. It's

humiliating. That's more or less what
she says.

Was the first letter type written?

Same typeface, yes.

You sure?

Well, sure as I can be from memory.

There's no spelling mistakes. Well
typed.

Not touch.

No? Uneven pressure.

We'll see what forensics have to say.
Mr. Stocker, next time you... Next time?

As soon as you recognise the envelope,
stop. Don't even open it.

Fingerprint. Who knows? Might get lucky.

May I ask something?

Yeah. Well, I mean, these photos.

I mean, if they're all the same as
these, well, it's taken by 1980

isn't it? I mean, why not just brazen it
out? What's the worst that could

happen?

J .P., church deacon, Rotarian,
financial advisor to a couple of pension

governor of a girls' school.

Trust and confidence.

There are bywords in my business. I'm a
pretty vulnerable character.

Who lives at home, apart from you?

My sister, Rose.

Not married?

No. I'll send someone along to fix a
recording device to the telephone.

What do you tell her?

Well, it's some little gadget I'm trying
out for the office.

Okay.

Assuming I do get a call, what do I do?
You do exactly what you did the last

time. The only difference is, when it
comes to making the drop, we'll be there

as well.

Yeah.

Ah, Sergeant Fenton. Mr. Stocker is
going to make a full statement.

Right, sir.

One statement.

Don't tell anyone you've been here.

No one.

But what about... No one.

28 -year -old hoot with a deadbeat of a
husband in tow.

Who says he's deadbeat? Stocker. Well,
he would say that, wouldn't he?

Probably. Anyway, there she is, night
after night, quaffing the coloured

North Country pickle manufacturers
pinching her bum, chatting her up.

he appears. Mr. One.

No? No.

I wouldn't blackmail him. I'd marry him.

Why scrub around for a couple of grand?
He can get the lot legally.

I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll sound her up.

We'll send someone along to woo her.

What? Woo.

June, moon, spoon.

We'll fill her so full of sweet talks,
she'll just roll over and purr.

Thank you.

June. Feels more like February.

They promised me a beautiful, friendly
companion who'd love to dance.

Rub the dancing.

Not too sure about the beauty. But I'm
strong on companionship.

I ought to get a rebate. That's a night
you'll probably give me one.

Do you smoke?

Not often, but I can.

What'll you have?

So...

Oh, what's a nice girl like June doing
on a treadmill like this?

How do you know I'm nice?

Aren't you?

Tell me more.

Oh, not a farmer, are you?

Why do you ask? Everyone else in here
this week has been. There's an

agricultural implement show on. Olympia?
Somewhere like that. And?

I'm tired of hearing about Hetherton
Gelding.

That's not my bag at all.

It's office equipment.

Micro writer.

Only five keys. Produces full alphabet
with punctuation.

Perfect.

You married?

Engaged? Going steady?

Going steady?

No one's done that in 20 years.

Yeah, well, we're thrifty with our
language north of the border. You get a

phrase, you stick with it.

I have a good friend, that's all.

Here's looking at you, sweetheart.

Going steady and Bogart impression?

You are a dear old -fashioned thing.

I'll tell you something.

If I was your good friend, I wouldn't
want you working in a place like this.

Why not?

Stabilised. I'm going to have the cops
around here in three weeks.

If anybody got the hots looking at you,
I'd want it to be me.

Unless, of course, he needs the bread.

What's that for?

You're a pushy fellow, aren't you?

Am I?

More questions than a quiz, Marsden.

Guilty. I like to know about people.

He doesn't need the money.

I do.

I'll get it from him. That's what he
says.

And what does she say?

Where's the rush?

I don't like being hustled.

It's a real four -star clip joint, this.

Not only do I get a girl who doesn't
want to dance, I've got some fellow

away somewhere.

Complained to the management.

I'll bet he's old.

Why do you say that?

A feeling.

Yay or nay?

I don't want to talk about it. 55 if
he's a day.

No?

Any advance on 60?

Does he meet you after work?

Some nights.

You go to his place or you take him to
yours?

Top gear, good stretch of road, wind in
your hair.

I'll bet you can motor.

I'll find someone else for you, Hotshot.
No, sit down. No.

Look, sweetheart.

I don't want to brag, but I'll offer you
a figure you can't refuse.

There isn't such a thing.

Cool.

Name your price.

I find I preferred the farm.

I'm going to bed.

Good night, Rose. Sleep well. Can I get
you something first?

No, thank you.

You're hardly at any dinner. I wasn't
hungry.

Is everything all right?

You asked me that.

Oh, sometimes I worry. Oh, stop it.
Look, you're keeping house for me.

not babysitting.

Are you sure nobody called before I got
in?

Positive. The phone hasn't rung all day.

Is it important?

Oh, unfinished business. You know how it
is.

Well, they're hardly likely to ring at
this time of night.

Don't stop up too late.

No, nurse.

Why don't you give Maud Barnaby a call?

Good night, Rose.

4837. Hi, it's me.

Oh, how lovely to hear your voice.

You sound surprised.

It's a bit early for you, isn't it?

Slow night. Manager sent me home.

When did you get in?

Five minutes ago.

Good day?

Not really.

Give it up.

One day, maybe.

Where are you now?

In the kitchen. Where else?

What are you wearing?

My old house coat.

I'm about to take my make -up off and
have some hot chocolate.

Sounds clever. Doesn't it?

Any word from our blackmailer?

No.

Why do you ask?

Well, I'm interested.

Funny question. Why do you think I
asked?

Sorry, it's late. I wasn't thinking.

You get to bed.

I wish you were here.

Thursday's my night off.

Any suggestions?

But we've made plans for Thursday night.

Oh, for God's sake, you give me a heart
attack.

Sorry.

Well... Good night.

I love you.

Me too.

Now, the question is, have we frightened
him? How?

Well, who knows how? Fact is, first time
out... Stocker received a telephone

call the day after. The letter this
time, three days past, not a word.

Making him stew.

It's good tactics.

Could be.

So what did you find out, Romeo?

Well, it makes no bones about the fact
she has a man.

Almost as if she cared.

Well, why shouldn't she care?

He's a nice man. He's well off. You like
him with one foot in the grave, do you,

Maggie? Easier to handle.

So how did you get on?

Yeah.

Well, after we got to know each other, I
suggested a little dalliance.

And?

Nothing. I suggest she just didn't fly
to you. Well, there's more to it than

that, Jimmy boy.

It's the same thing.

Yeah, well, after you suggested your
little dalliance... No, come on.

How'd she react?

I mean, was she flustered, embarrassed?

No, no way. She's cool.

Well, of course she's cool. She's a club
hostess, not a Sunday school teacher.

Jimbo, what you got on offer?

Not a lot.

I talked to an old governor of mine down
at Reading, calling to him, Mr

Stafford, that's June's ex.

Separated? No divorce.

Whatever. He's not exactly got
performance such, but he is known.

Interesting. Always on the telephone.

All right, lads, soldier on.

Bob, get me something on that well back
by lunchtime. We'll have it.

After you, Romeo.

You see, Maggie, still some jobs you
can't do.

Maggie, hang on a tick, will you?

There.

Bob, what do you think?

You're all too keen to believe the worst
of it.

No, it's not true.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you go see her? Chatter up.

Tell her what we're up to.

Tell her?

Tell her.

Oh, now, well, wait a second. I mean,
that's exactly what we agreed not to do.

As soon as she knows I'm the law, well,
if she's involved, it'll stop.

Exactly. And if it does stop, then we'll
be pretty certain she was part of it.

Tell me something.

Why did he change his mind?

I don't quite understand.

Thank you.

We talked it through.

We agreed not to go to the police. Now
you're here.

One thing that could happen.

I suppose.

I wouldn't read too much into it if I
were you.

No? No.

Not your problem, though, is it?

Till this.

We were so close.

I remember thinking, God, it's great.
It's too good to last.

I like that.

Bright, sunny day. I'm always the one
looking for clouds.

Always find them, too.

Well, it's not everyone who lives under
Arthur Rubinstein.

True, I must remember that.

Have you got any theories?

About the Black Mule?

Could be anybody.

The man who broke into the car?

Yeah, could be him.

Why didn't you want to go to the police?

Didn't I?

That's the way I heard it.

Look, I'm a hostess.

He's what he is.

Imagine how it would sound.

You have much to do with the law?

No, next to nothing.

The pictures, you know, the photos.

Yes. Have you seen them? I've seen one
of them.

It was just a lark. I did it for a
giggle.

Imagine trying to explain that to some
pimply -chinned bobby.

I couldn't have either feeling cheap,
thawed.

I don't know.

The one?

There isn't any more.

Well, interviews, questions, telling it
over and over.

It could only do us harm, force us
apart.

And that would matter?

Oh, believe me, it would.

Matter a lot.

There's a lot of love inside that man,
and he's no one to give it to.

You're very fond of him.

I love him.

Not that I expect you to believe that.

Why not?

Well, he's wealthy, older than me.

Doesn't look good.

Looks OK to me.

Funny thing is, he thinks I'm being kind
to him.

Me.

Do you know him?

A little. I returned his briefcase to
him.

Oh, that was you, was it?

He didn't mention that the photos were
missing.

No, he wouldn't.

Where did you meet him? At the club?

No, not his scene.

With someone's house. Party.

You know, the sort of thing.

Hide the glasses, hide the flowers, hide
the gold.

I found myself with this nice man.

Makes a change from the usual will she,
won't she, how much, how long, etc.

Do I sound bitter?

No. Not very.

She's what, 30?

Yeah, thereabouts.

I mean, she's 55. If he's a day, what
girl in her right mind is going to

sacrifice herself on that?

Not that rare.

Listen, this is a big chance.

Opportunity knocking the door down.

Not according to Maggie Forbes.

Yeah, well, she's too soft.

You reckon?

Too much heart.

Doesn't seem to have much for you.

Just because you lose a couple of
rounds, Jimmy boy, doesn't mean you've

the whole fight.

Doesn't it? Remember Bannockburn?

A bit dodgy, my Scottish history.

Robert Bruce.

The man with the spider, yeah?

Yeah. Hint, see, hint, see, spider.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try,
try again.

You reckon?

Aye. See, Detroit took ten years.

Good job the SAS didn't wait that long,
innit?

on the other side.

Can I get you anything?

No, thanks.

You're very quiet. Are you all right?

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

Why did you go to the police?

Well, they told you, didn't they?

Yes.

I had another letter.

The second one.

Oh, why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to upset you.

Upset me more not knowing you talked to
them. It made me look a fool.

I'm sorry.

So what's happened?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

You're not still upset, are you?

No, of course not.

Did they ask you not to tell me?

I don't follow you.

It's simple enough.

Did the police say not to tell me?

They told me not to tell anybody.

Oh, so now I'm anybody?

Look, why are you making such an issue
out of it?

I should have thought it was obvious.

4 -8 -3 -7.

8 -3 -7.

Evening, Mr. Stocker.

You must have thought I got lost.

I rather hoped you had.

No, no.

No time to be bitter.

You got my money? I've got it.

Good. Not done anything foolish, have
you? No.

Tomorrow evening, 7 o 'clock. Where?

Right where you are now.

Tomorrow evening.

You sound almost glad.

I am glad and relieved.

Oh, I see.

How stupid.

You're relieved because you think this
lets me off the hook.

Rubbish.

You did think it was me. Nonsense.

You did.

God's sake, you thought it was me,
didn't you?

Because I'm standing here now, it can't
be me.

Oh, God, how slow can you get?

You didn't have enough trust to believe
in me, did you?

In other words, kid, don't make clients
for tonight.

Not going to be my day, is it? Why not?

Got me Barnet clipped.

What can I do with that?

Why? I'm at the Bailey on Thursday.

He says he doesn't mind me looking like
a, quote, brothel keeper's runner, but

Lord Justice, what's his name, just
might.

Image of the force and all that.

Painful. Having it done under a local or
a general anaesthetic.

Thank you, sir.

Right, once you're at the stockist's
house by six o 'clock, arrive separately

and inconspicuously. In the cue car? In
the cue car. Leave the driver in the

car. He's coming to the house.

Can't believe it, can you? No.

Any questions?

What about the hood there? Will he be
there? No, he's getting there after the

evening. Anything else?

All right, let's nab him.

Uncle, these tickets.

Little Prezzie.

Very sweet.

Well, you said you wanted to see it.

Who's the second one for? Oh, you and a
friend. Take who you want. Make an

evening of it.

Thank you very much. It's very kind of
you.

I'll get this little lot sorted out, and
then I can concentrate on her.

It may not be that easy.

Surely a little hiccup like that isn't
going to affect the rest of our lives,

it?

Obviously, she's very fond of you.

We've had some great times together.

Plenty more to come.

What happened to Mrs. Docker?

Coronary.

She was talking on the phone. We had no
more warning than that.

We'd had problems with our son. That
must have put extra pressure on her.

You too, I imagine.

No.

No, I'd started out on my own.

Gone freelance.

I was working all hours.

I'm afraid she took the brunt of it.

We had a three -year plan.

I was to work like a beaver, and then we
were going to do the things we always

wanted.

Wasn't to be.

Sorry, sir.

What's happening, Jimmy?

Coming here?

How many people in it?

Okay, stay put. Shall

I get the envelope? No, you leave it
where it is.

What do I do now?

You bring him in here. Leave the rest to
me. You behave normally.

He's just heading down.

Jimmy? Yes?

Mr. Stocker's bringing the driver in
here. You follow, okay? Gotcha.

Mr. Stocker. That's right.

I've come to collect the package.

Package? Yeah.

He said you'd give it to me.

Oh, yes, it's in the living room. You'd
better go on in.

Took me forever to find you, you know.

Evening. Police officer.

Oh, yes?

What are you doing here?

Come to collect the package. What sort
of package?

How the hell should I know?

Who are you collecting it for?

A fair. Where is he?

Up the park? You know him?

Of course I don't know him.

What is this? When did he hire you?

Ten minutes ago.

What did he say?

Word for word. Why not?

Come here, collect the package, bring it
back to him. You believe him? Why

should I lie?

Why shouldn't you? I believe him. All
right.

Now, this is what we do.

Oh yeah, get up and stop that

You admit it was your voice on the
phone, yeah?

Do I have any option?

Demanding money with menaces, that's
what it's called.

Live and learn.

Oh, you're cool.

You got form?

Form? Don't play the innocent. When were
you last nicked?

Never been nicked. You have now.

How'd you dream up the scheme?

When I found the photo... You found?

I stole.

Oh, stealing from cars, blackmail,
uttering threats.

You'll forget what daylight looked like.
And you did all this on your own?

Yeah. Now, be sure, because if there are
any more at home like you, I want to

know all my own work.

You'd better check up on him.

All right. Now, you stole one quarter of
Sweetie's 20 years ago, and I'll find

out. I'm clean.

You smoke?

Yeah.

Could you get him a packet?

We may be here a long time.

Which brand makes you cough most?

Now, don't worry.

I'll be back.

I don't know. I've met some Berks in my
town.

You take all the blame for this. You're
going to go down for a long time.

Life is... Now, I save it.

You didn't dope all this out on your
own. I told you. You're a liar.

Not a very good one at that.

What do I have to say to convince you?
The truth. That's all.

For opening.

How do you know where he lived?

What do you mean? Oh, don't stall. Just
answer the question. How did you know

where Mr Stocker lived?

Was in the car.

What was?

His driving licence.

It was in his car. It's only being
renewed.

The only form of identification in that
car was a banker's card.

All right, it was his banker's card. You
don't get addresses on banker's cards.

Come on.

Must have been something else.

Must?

OK, that's the way you want it.

I tell you, that's a godsman.

He's an animal.

He needs a pinch like a drowning man
needs a rope.

Tommy's finished with you. You'll be
putting your hand up for crimes you've

never even heard of.

Stop.

Did you think it was in that envelope
the first time?

Yeah, 2 ,000 quid. Did you count it?

Yeah.

What's wrong?

You didn't even see the letters, did
you?

You're just the leg man, the runner.

How much was in there?

Four.

Four grand.

Oh, bitch.

Sit down.

Oh, you've really been taken for a ride.

How did it feel, sucker?

She said we could put into the party
funds.

She saw you coming, didn't she, comrade?

How are we doing?

Tell him.

Tell him who it was.

Yeah.

Who's going to tell Stocker?

I think you should.

What do you mean, hang on? What the hell
do you think I've been doing for the

last ten minutes?

Poor fellow.

Is it true?

Yes.

You don't even say I'm sorry. I'm not.

You care to explain?

You wouldn't understand.

Try me.

That's not a request.

You have a dog.

He gets old.

Too old. So you put him down.

Your parents get old.

Start losing their marbles. So you step
in and help them.

Even if it's against their wishes?

When you see them about to hurt
themselves, yes.

I like your idea of helping.

Your father's 55, a pretty sprightly 55.
To hear you talk, you'd think he was

80. He was behaving like he was. In what
respect?

That hostess bitch.

He slept with her a couple of times and
he's hooked.

It wasn't that kind of relationship.
She's a slut.

80 degree proof.

And this was the best solution you could
find.

I wouldn't even talk about it.

Potty about it, besotted.

So you set out to ruin it.

Done that, have I? Oh, yes.

Screwed it up real good. And yourself.

Any idea of the hurt you've caused?

Pain?

He's a tough old bat that he'll survive.

Of course, if he had married her, it
would really have put your nose on a

wouldn't it? The money had nothing to do
with it.

Couldn't stand seeing him make a fool of
himself.

He was sick.

I used to respect him, look up to him.

With an insult to my mother's memory.
Will you save it for the corner, OK?

Can I have one minute alone?

One minute, please.

Why? You had everything you ever wanted.
You'd only got a stretch out your hand.

Oh, no, rich man.

You don't get off that lightly.

With hush money.

You gave everything but the thing that
mattered most, yourself.

If I had problems, I'd need an
appointment even to see you. I was

you, for your mother, for all of you.
No.

For yourself.

Ego -tripping.

This committee, that committee.

The worshipful company of bottle
washers.

You hate me, don't you?

I despise you.

I'm ready.

Will you come with me, Miss Tucker?

I'm sorry.

I won't go through with it.

You won't do what?

I shan't press charges.

I wouldn't recommend that, sir.

How can I prosecute my own daughter?

Well, if you don't, we'll be obliged to.
Think about it.

I must help her.

I must try and help her.

She will never thank you.

I must talk to you.

I've done talking.

Now, June, listen to me.

It's about the blackmail.

We know who it is.

But don't you want to know?

Look, I've got proof.

How long before something else needed
proving and something else and something

else?

Joan, I need you.

No, he needs me.