All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s02e05 Hammer

Where?

How much cash did he lose?

And how many rooms did you say were
broken?

Shirley Davis in your office, ma 'am.

My office?

You all right?

You what?

Sure. Yeah, I'm going to tell him.

Crease himself.

Okay, right.

Well, cheers, Arthur.

Look, I'm trying to help you, right?

Trying to help you.

Well, you could help me if you really
wanted to.

Give me a cigarette.

What do I get for it?

I've got nothing to give you for it.

Oh, this is the famous Shirley Davis, is
it?

Age 19, height 5 foot 3, long mid -brown
hair. Oh, come on, there's thousands.

Who's this?

I'm Detective Inspector Forbes.

You've done well.

Hey, is he your boss?

So, how far have we got?

Oh, pity.

I thought you'd like a nice -looking
young sergeant rather than one of the

nasties. No, I'd rather like older men.

Yes.

Not the thought we got here, though.

Well, try me.

You were driving a blue escort in Park
Road a week last Tuesday night about 8 o

'clock, right? I wasn't driving any kind
of car anywhere.

I was at home and I haven't got a
driving licence. But you do have a

licence and that's what's going to be
revoked. You'll go back, you understand?

On what charge?

We'll think of one.

Look, you were let out three weeks ago.

Now, is this fellow Billy Whittaker that
you shacked up with honestly worth it?

I mean, what is he, 46?

Where's the future in that, Shirley? I
do like older men.

I'm sorry, what did you say your name
was?

Detective Inspector Forbes.

No Christian name.

My's Davis.

Miss.

Take all the time you like.

I've been bunkered by experts, you know.

As I was saying to this young man.

A nun?

Bunny Beaumont was a drag queen, but I
don't think he ever pulled that one.

I know 25 yards from the break. Yes, he
is. Who wants it?

Yeah?

Oh, no. I don't believe it. Where?

When?

Oh, yeah, OK, right. Thanks.

Well, it's beginning to sound not quite
so funny, Gov. What?

Apparently, there was another one
earlier on yesterday afternoon in the

pedestrian subway under the park. A
young chap badly knocked about by a nun

who... Same one?

But that hadn't occurred to... It could
be a gang, I suppose, but... A gang of

mugging nuns?

Well, actually, Gov, I mean, myself, I'd
have thought it was a bloke who was

beginning to get into the habit.

How much do they lose, these two?

Yeah, 50 quid one, I think, and about
120 the other.

Peanuts, so it's a joke.

Now, back to the Cavalier Club raid.
What are we talking about? 160 ,000

right? Well, everything's over, Gov.
More or less.

Well, if it's so good, what are you
waiting for?

Just a few bits and pieces. Tie
everything together.

A few bits and pieces of evidence which
you're going to find.

Oh, yeah.

I hope you are going to find them.

Mm -hmm.

The rest?

Turn out your pocket.

Nothing in there.

Hip?

Stand up.

Then we'll try, if you want to. You
bitch!

I said stand up.

And turn round.

Turn round.

What are you doing?

More still, hmm? Now where?

Now, honestly.

Get it done. Is that clear? Just get it
done. Right, right.

Have you thought of anything else you
want to say?

No, sir.

Well, only that... I'm sorry, sir.

I was going to say I'm very sorry, sir.
Oh, very sorry, sir. Oh, well, that puts

a totally different complexion on it,
Barrett, doesn't it? Yes, not just

sir, but very sorry, sir.

Yes, come.

Well, come in. What are you, deaf?

I've, um... I've let the Shirley Davis
girl go, sir.

Oh, really?

Oh, that's splendid news. That's
fantastic. That's made my day. Only

hours of it left to go.

Well, I'm afraid that neither Jimmy or I
could get anything out of her at all.

Sir, a week last Tuesday night, she was
at home all evening watching a film on

telly, curled up on the sofa, eating
crisps and drinking vodka with Billy

Whittaker. And what's more, she can tell
us the plot and who was in it. A bit

better than that, I'm afraid, sir. She
can remember what some of the adverts

were in the breaks. Oh, that's
fantastic.

So you've let Shirley Davis go.

I couldn't hold any longer, sir. In the
meantime, our reliable Sergeant Barrett

here, who was said to be keeping Logan's
garage and Mr. Logan under observation,

failed to notice that Mr. Logan
schlepped out the back way last night

disappeared for four hours. And what's
more, he's not sorry, sir. He's very

sorry, sir. Isn't that correct,
Sergeant?

Well, it wasn't four hours, sir.

I believe that D .I. Croft has had some
luck with info about the Cavaliers. D

.I. Croft has got some evidence on some
of the people concerned, but whether it

will stand up in court and just how it's
all going to get tied together, and

what's more, D .I. Croft is having real
trouble with his conscience over the

matter. Now, look, there's no protection
until this is all over, and the people

who pulled the job are all safely under
lock and key. At great public expense,

nasty Nellie Jackson is being kept
safely out of sight in a luxurious hotel

lifestyle to which he is totally
unaccustomed. So get over there.

And tell him, unless he comes up with a
more positive ident of Shirley Davis or

whoever the girl was who was driving the
car on the Cavalier Club job, and a bit

more to tie in the others involved,
then, as from tomorrow, he's out on the

street where the wind blows very, very
cold. Right, go.

VCR.

A videocassette recorder.

Would it occur to you she and Billy
Whitaker probably got one? Remembers the

adverts in between? What's she take us
for, bloody idiots? Don't answer that.

Do you think?

And you do really like it.

Yeah, I do. I really do like it. You
don't mind the, well, the establishment

versus the rest situation?

Well, you'd have to put up with that. I
mean, if some of the brass said their

way, you'd spend your whole life on it.
No, no, no. I mean, being on the side of

the establishment, the real ruling
classes... Hello, Jimmy. Can I join you?

So, who's this one, then?

Oh, this is Rosalie.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, come on.

Oh, sorry, this is Detective
Inspector... No, Bob.

What's that you're drinking, cider?

Cider with Rosie, eh?

That Chelsea?

No, Spurs, actually.

It's a friend.

Spurs? Arsenal.

Yes.

So, what do you do?

I'm a student at King's Psychology and
Sociology. Oh, I haven't seen you on a

demo, have we? Oh, you could have done.
I've been on quite a few.

Perhaps I don't recognise you without
your helmet.

No, no, no, no. I'm no uniform, love.
I've been close. Ah, one of the ones who

pretend to be a press photographer so
they can get pictures of us.

Aye, well, his job's infiltration.

He'll tell you all about the anarchists,
cookbook, the leveler, all that, won't

you, Jimmy?

Get you another? No, no, no. Here, hang
on. Have this one on me. I'd love to.

Thanks, all three. But, um, Stephen and
Val did say they'd be waiting.

Oh, yeah, yeah. We'll have to dash off.

Excuse us, sir.

Bob.

Yeah, cheers, kids.

I'll see you outside the embassy, huh?

Oh, yes.

Which stairs?

Forest Cape.

I thought the deal was you didn't set
foot outside that door.

Needed something.

What could you possibly need that room
service couldn't get for you?

Well, come on, tell me. Tell me, come
on. What was it?

Rustic. What?

A magazine, the one at your pool. Well,
where is it?

Well, show it to me. Come on, show it to
me. I didn't get it. I fell while I was

going. All right, Nellie.

Well, go on.

Where's the fire escape?

And we know.

That way.

End of the corridor.

I think you're lying, Mr Jackson.

I know you're lying, Mr Jackson. Now,
somebody's got to you.

They found out where you were and they
got you. Come on, save us some time. Who

was it?

You had somebody up here.

And he rolled you?

I didn't know you were one for the boys,
Nellie.

What is it? Change of line?

Look, you're not going to... The thing
is, I wanted a woman.

Well, I asked them to phone up. It was
an agency number. Someone gave me that.

But you didn't get a woman.

Yes, I did.

It will.

Honest, it will. It will be all right.

I don't want to recall.

I'm on licence till May.

Well, run away then.

I wasn't driving the car.

Well, who is it says that you were?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Well, it's got to be someone you know
more than someone who knows you.

How could he have said it?

I don't know if you didn't pay it with
me.

They dare not let me on the law.

They're just saying they've got a
description of me, whether they've got

actual name or not.

They can't.

Oh, I did not have let you go, right?

They're not all ridden type.

They might just be letting me wander
around for a bit. See where I get to,

I'm with, who I talk to.

How about it?

Well, I don't care if they see me with
you.

Any time you want to go anywhere, run
away or just go somewhere, I'll come

you. Well, so long as I tell her I'm
going.

Maureen, I've done nothing I need to go
away for.

Excuse me.

OK,

help me out.

Molly?

What did I say?

What do you think?

Well, not really you.

Tired. Would you like tea or coffee?

Coffee, please.

Thank you. I've just made this one.

You have this and I'll make another.

All right?

Good day?

Yeah, it's all right.

There you go.

Set it then for that. And this and that
and the shoes and the bag and the scarf.

Well, did they like it?

School with children, play?

Yes, I think so.

I wish I could come and see you.

You said I could once.

Well, we seem to be in such faraway
places at present.

Halstead and Hedgeware, all up there.

I don't mind.

Well, when we get nearer somewhere, all
right?

Same one I went to last week, is it? No,
it's not.

Millers, it's called.

Millers. It's a small shop with a sort
of black and white front in Salisbury

Street. Do you know where that is?

Well, go to Watsford Circus and then ask
someone.

It's not far from there.

All right?

Millers. Black and white front,
Salisbury Street.

Good.

Oh, there's that other one, too, in the
bottom there, in the striped box.

What, the nun one?

Well, they cost a lot of money.

As soon as we've done the play or
pageant or whatever it is, I can't just

on to things till next time.

But you said you'd let me see you with
that one on.

Well, I'll probably be a nun in
something again before long, and then

I'm a bit tired today, hmm?

All right?

This one's not Miller's.

That's right, the one you went through
last week in Acton.

Watson's.

Well, take those things to Miller's
first, then you can get the tube from

to Acton's, OK?

All right.

Maureen. And, uh, buy yourself
something. Hmm?

Now, there's £20 deposit back on those
and £30 on that one.

Mind you don't lose it.

Bet you look smashing as a nun.

Nellie Jackson, what?

Serves that bastard right.

She's not dressed up as a nun, is she?
No, why? Should she have been? A cool

girl dressed as a nun.

It's been known.

It depends what parents you want,
doesn't it? I like schoolgirls myself.

I mean, dressed up as, I mean, no real
ones.

I wonder if any woman's ever been turned
on by a man dressed up like a

schoolboy. Now, look.

Sure. All right, now, well.

Now, where do we go from here?

Now, Nellie Jackson hasn't given us
nearly enough of a Shirley Davis doll.

We're still miles short of setting up
that cavalier club. Believe me, he's

getting... Barnes, Common, 56.

Three cracked ribs, four teeth.

Well -dressed woman in a mauve suit,
about 30.

Long, woven hair.

Well... I think we'll be getting
ourselves quite a problem.

and bring me some tea. Ta.

Anybody else got anything they want to
say? Aye, I'd like to suggest we put one

more squeeze on Jackson.

I want that girl, too.

So, there are a few things I'd like to
go and make clear to Nellie.

Just to see if it encourages him. Do you
think there's more he can tell us so we

can get to him? I know him. I've nicked
him before.

And if he knows, he's not going to get
any more money. But his share of what's

handed out at the Bailey could come in
at anything up to, what, seven years?

Aye, I think his memory for names and
faces might improve. You see, chaps, and

no deals. Of course not, Ralph, no.

Why are you so heavy on that girl?

No reason.

A personal vindictive. Now, you ever
think about gambling clubs?

I mean, the Cavalier had, what, 160
grand snatched off them? Can't say I get

in the air about it, do you? I mean,
they took it off the marks themselves,

didn't they?

Now, now, son.

Who have you been mixing with?

Tell me what you're doing.

Off -license into an elderly lady with a
hammer?

So what are you doing?

Well, I've not been bothering you.

Is it time you did? I mean, what have we
got? Private one -woman crime wave?

Well, within a few days, two attacks on
men by a so -called nun, a woman turns

over Jackson in his hotel room that he
thinks is a cool girl, a middle -aged

takes what sounds like the same woman
out in his car to Barnes Common and gets

half -killed for it, and now a
shopkeeper off -license with a hammer.

So, yes.

One woman, on her own, going around
robbing, GBHing on our patch.

Now, who is she? Where's she from? Well,
nothing very consistent in the way of a

description, yes. Jimmy and Jake, my...
Well, sir, I had a chat with the Barnes

Common victim. He's the one who seems to
have had the closest look at her.

Of course, didn't want to talk about it
at first, but... Well, brown eyes, well

-spoken, auburn hair, fair complexion,
30 -ish, 5 '5".

It's like a man.

It's more or less matches up with what
Jackson told us about the woman who came

to his hotel room.

This a nun, too? I talk to both the men
concerned, sir. One attached to the

pedestrian subway, the other one she
approached at night in the street.

The eyes, the voice, height, all about
the same. And now she's a hooligan

granny.

Gets odds on, I'd say.

A woman conducting a series of small
robberies.

Now, I don't like the violence, but what
does it amount to in total?

Let's face it, it's chicken feed.

So, don't want to waste a lot of time on
it, don't want to hear a lot of chat

about it. Let's get on with it, get her
apprehended, right?

Yes. Yes, she is. Right, I'll tell her.
Someone asked me to deal with it. That's

very important. Do you want me to stay?

Go ahead with Jackson, but watch it,
yes?

Aye, will do.

Are you a detective?

Yes.

I asked her if I could see someone who
was a high -up detective.

I'm a detective inspector, a busy one.

Well, I've got some information about a
raid on a gambling club when a lot of

money was stolen.

Yes. What gambling club was that, then?

Cavalier.

Well, what about it?

Well, you wanted to know who was driving
the car.

Did we?

You thought it might have been someone
who'd just come out of Boston on

Someone named Shirley Davis. Well, you
should... You should leave her alone.

Yes.

Yeah. Because I know who was driving the
car, and it weren't her.

Excuse me.

No, thanks.

I think we've met, haven't we?

I don't know, have we? I don't know.

You're not at King's, are you? No.

You haven't been in Borstal, have you?

No.

Oh, I'm sorry. My boyfriend's a
policeman.

It was in that sandwich bar placed in
the cafe. I'm really sorry. I really

didn't mean to. All right, sit down.

You're not infectious, are you?

All right, thanks.

Are you meeting him here?

I was just going anyway. I was waiting
for somebody, but they haven't showed.

Are you infectious?

Sorry? Are you with the law too?

My God, no.

Oh, no, no.

You have, I mean, been in? Yeah, twice.

For long?

Well, nine months the first, 14 months
the second.

Is that it?

What? Well, the next one's usually,
what, four?

In fact, it usually comes first.

That's up to you.

Will you go back?

Oh, I expect so.

Soon, if your boyfriend and his boss
have anything to do with it.

Bad job.

Sure.

He's not really my boyfriend, actually.
I mean, we haven't, you know... Ah,

he thinks he's very worldly wine.

Well... I'll see you again, perhaps,
sometime.

Hiya. Sorry.

It's all right.

No, thank you.

I've just been having a really... It's
not George, yeah. Fine.

I said I've just been having a really
interesting chat.

Ah, good. Which one of them was it this
time?

That girl who wasn't all that pleased to
see you in that clownish bar place we

went to. Shirley Davis?

What's she doing in here?

Well, what are most people doing in
here? Having a drink.

Did she make someone?

No. I think she was meant to, but they
didn't turn up.

Who'd she say who?

No.

I clocked you, tipped her the wink, met
up outside.

She'll leave in a hurry.

Jimmy, would you like me to come in with
you for questioning?

Sorry.

Just don't trust her, that girl. Well,
she seemed a nice enough person to me.

Yeah, she might, to you.

Well, what was that supposed to mean?

What?

Come on, she's only just out of Boston.
I know, she told me. So?

Look, there are some not very nice
people around. Are there really?

Yeah, and it's no good trying to be nice
to them. In case you become nice too.

Understand it, Nellie.

Well, try to.

All this, like that, and you go up the
steps with the rest of them.

Now, what's it going to be this time, do
you think, eh?

Seven? I can't say things I don't know.
But you've been trying to, haven't you?

You've been trying to tell us that you
were definite the driver that you saw

Shirley Davis. Now, you're saying you
don't even know Shirley Davis.

At least not well enough to give us a
positive idea to stand up in court.

I thought it was her. Why? Why did you
think it was her? Did you hear someone

speak to her, call her by her name?
Well, did you?

No, you won't even make it up, will you?
God preserve us from an honest grass.

You punk.

I've done my best. I don't know what
else to say.

Listen, she's got a friend.

A girl.

I think they're a little bit... You're
not going to start saying she was the

driver? No, no, but this girl, this kid.

Well, she looks like a boy. Probably
that's why her and Shirley Davis.

Anyway, that's not it. It doesn't
matter.

What I'm trying to say is that she might
be worth talking to.

Well, she knows everything about Shirley
Davis.

But she's a little bit simple.

Well, if you lean on her, she might fall
down.

Oh, come on. Where do I find her? What's
her name?

Uh, Maud. Maud. Maureen.

Maureen something, yeah.

She's a kid about that big, I suppose.

Hair cut short, punk rocker far out, you
know.

Gold earrings, rouge, all the usual.

You know that, uh...

Pinball place with all them machines.

Wonderland. What's it called? The one up
near Bishop's Court.

Wonderland. Wonderland, that's it, yeah.

Well, that's where she goes a lot.

She's always there.

You ask anyone.

Moring.

Anyone'll tell you.

Sixteen, perhaps.

Just open it.

Get on with it.

And I know you're on your own. I wait
until you were.

Aren't you sure whether it's loaded?

I don't... Don't waste time saying you
haven't got the keys in any way. There's

nothing in it. Just hurry up and open
it.

Put what's in it in there.

That's right.

Stay down there like that.

And don't turn round.

Are you a married man?

Do you have children?

I always think you must need a lot of
money for a business like this.

There's so much capital tied up all the
time, isn't there?

Summer, I suppose, must be the busy time
for you, mustn't it?

How is business right now?

All right?

I might have a car myself, I think,
later on. No, no, I won't have any

They're so heavy to carry around.

What's in the little drawer at the back?

Shall we have a look in there, too?

No, I'm not interested in papers and
things.

Ah, a checkbook.

That's always useful.

34 Green Trees Lane N... Dunno, 16,

I think.

16. Right.

Now then. Hello.

Ah, here's one of our leading policemen.

What are you doing back here again?

Have you been here already?

Two hours ago.

Who is it this time?

You were standing outside the pub down
the road, right? Waiting for your friend

Shirley Davis. She wasn't there.

Have you seen her?

You haven't pulled her in after all,
have you? Just a minute. A little birdie

has told me that this young lady might
be able to help us with her inquiries

about Shirley Davis.

You just wait there.

We?

We have been through all this. I've had
half an hour with that girl all day.

Jackson told me that she's a friend of
Shirley's.

She's made that abundantly clear.

What? She gave me herself to make that
confession.

She was the driver of the car used in
the Cavalier Club raid, not a blue

a white rover.

So I took her out, asked if she liked me
or a test driver in the cars in our

yard, and could she drive any of them?

Right.

Jackson's last chance.

Hey.

What about her?

Tell her I had to rush up and solve a
crime or something.

Anyway, there's no better coming from
you. All girls together.

All right, Maureen, off you go. Go on,
go home.

Look, first I come in here and I tell
you and you don't believe me. Then I'm

standing on the street waiting out for
Shirley and he comes up and says, what

I doing? And I tell him and he says, oh,
I know Shirley, David, do you? And I

say, yes, you do. Yes, yes, Maureen,
Maureen, yes.

Look, I'm sorry there's been a mix -up.
These things happen. OK, off you go. Go

on, go home, go away.

What's going to happen?

What? What do you mean, what's going to
happen?

Well, you said sorry. Yes.

I'm sorry.

Well, Fancy said sorry from the Lord's
load of old toffee. It's bad news and

better watch out. Look, Maureen,
nothing's going to happen. Not to you,

Shirley, OK?

Honest.

Who says sorry from the Lord's load of
old toffee?

Fancy.

Who's Fancy?

Well, she's... Well, I don't know her
real name, so... Well, that's one of the

things I call her, because that's what
she is.

My Fancy.

Well, I thought it was worth a try.

Still, though, that's what she said.

Nothing's going to happen to you nor to
Shirley neither.

Well, she made it, Cheryl. I know she
did.

She's nice.

Nice? Well, quite nice. For a lady
policeman.

Well, she's all right.

Not too bad.

So is that it then, Cheryl?

Does that mean you won't run away?

No, I won't run away.

Because if you did...

It'd look as though you had something to
run away for, wouldn't it?

Um, this one, you're Billy, isn't it?

Would you?

Would you love him?

You know, he's just another bloke, isn't
he?

He's a bit better than some, he's a bit
worse than others.

There are not again more into mine.

We're good friends, we get on.

And I wouldn't mind if you bought blokes
and show. I'm not jealous like that.

Look, you're all right. You're all right
where you are.

I've got to stand on my own feet.

She says that.

Besides, she says I'm holding her back.

Holding her back?

What's wrong?

Well, apparently, there's this really
nice man who wants to take her off to

America or something.

And we'll...

She said she can't go because she'd
worry about me.

And, well, that last time she went off,
where was it?

Australia. Australia.

Well, wouldn't it?

It'd be a real chance for her if I just
went off and weren't there.

You know, Maureen, honestly, I really do
worry about you.

Don't. There's nothing to worry about
about me. I'm all right.

But I'll tell you what, Cheryl.

Sometimes I worry about her.

I don't think she's, you know, happy.

Yes, sir, they're just taking him down
to the operating theatre now.

They say his chances of... Well, I think
the word they actually used was fair.

Is he conscious?

Yes, sir, he's conscious.

Well, more or less. Sort of comes and
goes.

Did you get a statement? I did, sir,
yes.

He's been there for about ten minutes.

His name's Thurston. He's a retired
vicar or something from Manchester.

He came down here for a few days'
holiday.

Did you say he knows her? Oh, yes, sir,
he knows her.

He told me quite a lot in Deedar about
her, he did, sir.

Oh, yes.

I want 12 men on it.

I want statements from every member of
the station staff who was on duty,

posters on every platform, exits and
entrances. Now, question newspaper

outside, flower sellers too, if there
were any.

But maybe no one noticed her going in,
but surely someone must have seen her

coming out, especially if she was
hurrying.

No, no one knows what she looked like,
you bloody idiot. She was dressed up.

It's hardly like she'd still be going
around the same get -up just to make

things easier for us, is she?

Would you believe it? 50 men on the job,
not one lead. I blame you.

It's your one -woman crime wave. I told
you I wanted her apprehended before

this. Now, do I have to emphasise how
much I want it got now before someone

gets shot, please?

No, sir.

But at least now we do have a name and a
description.

Only because a retired prison chaplain
on holiday in town recognises her,

gets himself killed for his trouble.

Well, what are we waiting for? What's
happening? Where is it? It's coming,

I told them to bring it straight here as
soon as it arrives.

Oh, well, perhaps they've forgotten
where this office is.

What, are we going to just sit around?
Get out there. Find out what the hell's

happened to it. Yes, sir.

Oh, bravo. How'd you get here, on
crutches?

Yes?

Now, then.

Francis Edna West, born Westleton,
Lancashire, Query, 1946.

Also known as Marjorie Lawson, Kathleen
O 'Brien, Hilda Roberts, Elizabeth

Peterson, Margaret Cunningham,
Charlotte, Golding, Jane... Yeah, well,

enough to be going on with. I mean, any
time you need something to read, eh?

1961, housebreaking in a sort three
years' borsal.

1963, three years armed robbery.

68, theft of malicious wounding. Two
years.

72, forged checks, post office savings,
forgery, credit cards.

74, robbery with violence, three years.

She's enough for a team of villains. One
woman on her own. That'll last.

A couple more, sir.

Five years for grievous bodily harm
given at stand and crown court by Mr

Fenley. You are a menace to society. Too
right, son. And I have an inescapable

duty to protect the public from people
such as you.

Release from Blakemore Prison, March
18th. Welfare Department report.

Frances has had no visitors at all while
she has been here. Says she has no

family. And then when outside, she has
few male friends, usually preferring the

company of women.

She's sometimes called by the nickname
of Hammer.

Hammer?

If you want a picture, that looks like
the latest. She's not a bad -looking

lady. Right, get that lot away. See if
she's picked up in double -quick time.

Well, some people do have it easy, don't
they?

Listen to this.

She has refused offer of help on
discharge from the welfare department

be going to stay with relatives in
London at 217 Manly Road, North 4.

So what do you say?

An hour?

Go round the curve now, sir.

West Ham.

That wasn't the one he used, though.
What? The prison chaplain bloke.

I know he's only half conscious, but he
said it was something about the way she

was standing made him think it might be
her.

So he went up to her and spoke to her by
her nickname.

And it wasn't a hammer, it was... D .I.
Ford?

Well, what the hell was it? Yes, he is.
Hold on one moment. It's you, sir.

V .C .I. Russell.

The Cavalier Club locked... Yes, we did,
sir. We pulled them all in all at once,

all together last night.

And we recovered most of the money as
well.

Well, just about 300 hours of questing,
that's all I suppose now.

Yes, it was a team effort.

Well, thank you, sir.

That was quite a night last night.

Pity you were off, Judy. I missed it
all.

What the devil was it he said he called
her?

Well, first school, bushel, prison,
protect the public.

Well, none of that worked, did it?

How does someone get like that?

Not in. What? Doesn't exist.

Mandy Grove, North 4. There's no such
address.

Yes, get me Blake Hall Prison, will you?

Spit the forms on us.

No, she's on the other phone in a
minute. Shall I give her a message?

Oh, good.

Right, thanks.

Right, cheers.

What? Yeah, that's right.

Hospital's just been on.

Old Vicar blows. Come through the
operation fine.

Seems they'll be OK.

Oh, good. Oh, come on.

Feed a vision.

That's an old four, isn't it? Yeah.

She said I could have it if I wanted it.

It's nice.

Those are full of things. Coats,
dresses, everything.

If there's anything you need... No, I'm
all right, kids. Thanks.

Here.

It's kind of creepy, this place, isn't
it?

Is it?

I like it.

It's a good area around here, you know.
The place has got a lot.

How much are you paying for this?

Don't know.

Like some coffee?

Oh, yeah.

I don't know where she is.

Still, don't suppose she'll be long?

She a rapshall.

We'll find somewhere, you know.

I mean, somewhere for you, right?

Yeah.

He can't have been very nice, you know,
chucking you out so he can move another

bird in.

Back in?

And not another bird, his wife again.

I was the bird.

Well, and that's all you got?

Oh, it's never bothered me, much
clothes.

Cool.

Go on.

Ever look, she'll never know.

It's not doing any harm.

Sugar?

No, none, thanks.

No, I don't think you were.

She keeps the nicest things in that one.

No, that one.

Locked.

Eh?

Oh, yeah.

I know where she keeps the key.

Yeah, sure.

Look.

Do you think this is real?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't even like it.

Well, anything that sounds anything like
it at all.

Oh, no, listen, we're nearly the same.

What?

Engaged. Well, thanks for your help,
anyway.

Yeah, well, there's no manly road in
North 4, North 5, North 6, North 7.

Or North 1, 2 or 3.

There's a manly road 25 miles away
somewhere in Hertfordshire. It's not

North 4, is it?

And it really wasn't checked when they
were notified she was coming out.

Prison welfare department said they had
three people off sick and somehow the

information simply missed being sent
down.

Oh, let's start again after lunch, shall
we?

What do you fancy, a pie and a pint, I
suppose?

Right.

What did you say?

I said a pie and a pint, OK.

No, you said fancy a pie and a pint.

Oh, that's it. What?

That's what I was trying to remember he
said. Old parson bloke, prison chaplain.

He said she got called out a lot in
prison, so that's what he said to her.

went up to her and he said, Hello, it's
Fancy, isn't it?

Next minute, she's knocked him off the
platform.

Fancy?

No, it couldn't be.

What?

Could it?

Croft. A drink.

Oh, right, and that's where he lived.

Large whiskey, pint of bitter.

No, make it a half. No, no, no. Pint.

Good job last night, then, wasn't it?
Yeah.

Sorry we missed one, though.

Well, Jackson, just that little bit for
me.

He's more used to us out than him.

Anyway, he's only rubbish. He's no
important.

I'm just sorry we couldn't nab that
Shirley Davis.

Yeah.

What is it with her?

A needle.

It's dangerous.

Very dangerous, I know. What, violence?

No.

Dangerous to get mixed up with.

You stay clear of it.

What do you mean? Why?

Cheers.

Oh, mate of mine.

You're a sore bat.

Well, you got mixed up with her. You
could say that, eh?

What happened?

What do you think happened?

He resigned.

Oh, no, I mean mixed up with her.

Quite a nice -looking girl, isn't she?

Yeah, right.

So, you stick with your...

Rosie or whatever it is she's called.

Well, even if she was a bit... Nah, not
in the dead. Nah?

Nah, there's pretty more fish in the
sea.

You know, you don't know how to treat
women.

You don't, son, do you?

No. No.

Well, gently, but... Well, underneath,
you let them see that you don't really

care. Well, not really.

They don't give a monkey's.

That's the only thing they respond to.

Ah, congratulations and praise quite in
order. I'll have a large whiskey. How

about you, Jimmy? Earn it. That girl.
Which girl? The one you brought in with

the punk hair. Maureen. Did you get her
a dress up? Did I? Did I?

A pint, was it, you said, Jimmy? Get it
yourself.

Tell me how much it was, and I'll give
you the money afterward.

always carry that around with you.

Oh, yeah, I always carry it around with
me.

Well, he said to take what was mine,
so... There's lots of different things

there if you feel like it. No, I'm going
now, Maureen. Oh, sure, don't. Not yet.

Don't go yet.

She'll be back any minute. I know she
will. Yeah.

Because of that gun, innit?

Honest, I told you.

She has them for these plays and things
she does for schools.

Oh! She'll tell you all about it. Oh,
sure.

Well?

I can't. I can't come with you, Shel.

I've got to wait for her and tell her at
least.

Oh, please hang on to me. Please.

You'll really like her. I know you will.
She's... Now, wait. Just you see.

Hello.

Who's this?

It's my friend I told you about,
Shirley.

She's come round because, well, she's
looking for somewhere to live.

Oh, yes?

And what do you do then, Shirley?

Oh, well, you know, like a lot of
people, a bit of this and a bit of that.

Well, I don't know what you mean, a bit
of this and a bit of... It's mine.

I carried her around with me.

She's had a bit of trouble.

If she can't find anywhere, please let
me stop here a couple of nights.

No.

Oh, Mum.

Look, I am not your mother. How many
more times do I have to tell you, don't

call me that?

Oh, you're my fancy, Mum.

People often call you that.

Fancy. You told me they do.

Not like that.

No, you can't stay here.

Oh, be quiet.

Listen, Maureen, I'm not stopping. I'm
going away, right away. What, to

What? You're going to America with that
man?

Oh, yes.

Yes, that's right, Maureen, yes.

Well, that's it, then, isn't it? You and
me will have this place, and that

solves everything, doesn't it? Maureen,
look, I am going today, now. I've just

come back for some things, and then...
Maureen?

Maureen, are you in there?

Open the door.

It's that copper, Cheryl.

Maureen? Get rid of her.

Tell her to go away.

Wait, wait.

Let her in. And go with her if she wants
you to.

And you.

Come on.

Oh, the brain.

What, again?

Shirley.

It's you I want to talk to, Maureen.

On your own, please.

I want to talk to you, Maureen.

And anyone else who's here.

Oh, shall I not have my shower?

You're a police officer.

You're Frances West.

Have you a warrant?

Is this an arrest?

I don't require a warrant. I have
reasonable cause to suspect that you...

sorry about this.

Look, I really don't at all like having
to...

Come on, West.

I have two other officers with me.

Outside in the car.

Some people sometimes call me fancy.

Mum? It's because I'm considered to be
something of a lady.

Mum, please, Mum. Mum, please, Mum. No!

Thank you.