All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s03e02 Doubt

Good night, Ian. Good night, Steve.

You got onion?

Yeah, well, the gays have shot them in
before I could stop them.

I said I didn't want any onions.

Right.

Did you get them?

Oh, yeah.

What colour?

Just you say.

No, thanks.

I'm not having that over me head. You
got onion on it.

Lovely.

It's a bit of a joke, isn't it?

It's a bit of a laugh.

Leave us, man. We're not going in for
the Olympics. It's not our living. You

telling yourself that when you're in a
tight corner.

Fitness is the key to survival, son.

Anyway, I'm not opening up this deli
dump every week. They're putting in all

these hours trying to get you fit when
you don't turn up. Well, why don't you

tell the blokes that they'll come? I
mean, we're here, aren't we? For the

time in eight weeks, yes.

There's Martin over there. Four sessions
out of nine.

Red, white all season.

Blimey.

There's Bob here.

Three and eight. Come on, Sammy. Look,
give it a rest, don't you?

This is marvellous, isn't it?

Well, there's only young here. There's
Steve.

Made it their business to be here every
session.

And Steve's only an honorary member.

If my mum did the same job as this, I
wouldn't dare not shop either.

Made you an offer you couldn't refuse,
did she, Sam?

Sammy like that?

Sammy.

About next Wednesday. Can I have a word?

Don't tell him you're not coming, Bobby
Blue Eyes.

To break your old dad's heart.

I'm nobody's dad that I know of. I might
have ended up with a great ox like you

for a son.

What's any minds on?

I was going to tell you well in advance,
but... We only just decided to bring it

forward.

Our mum's coming down from Manchester
next week and... It seemed like a good

idea if... Yeah, break it to him gently,
Ian.

Send him to think of it more as gaining
a daughter.

Yeah.

Carol and me.

We're getting engaged.

She wanted a party. What with the mum
being down and all, the date seemed to

sort of set itself.

Well, that's great, Ian.

Congratulations.

Give it another couple of years and,
well, maybe I'll consider it too.

Oh, yeah.

And just see your mum giving you
permission to make her a granny looking

she does.

We can only 19, Ian.

And she's 20.

Perhaps I like her all the way.

Don't lecture me, Sam. I'm not used to
it.

I've been on my own since I was 15. I
know what I'm doing.

And the week after?

Will you be here then?

Of course I will. You've broken his
heart, young Ian.

He had such plans for you.

The first gold medalist inspector on the
force at 25.

I'll break your fat backside next
session, Sergeant, if you don't leave

Congratulations.

Thanks. Come on!

You lot!

I should have told him before.

Yeah, when he did have a chance to.

It's true what John said. I've only just
realised.

I mean...

Not having any parents of my own and
always chatting things over with him.

I suppose he got to think of himself as
my dad.

Yeah, I can understand that.

Which reminds me, as a single parent of
a family myself, Mum's cooking a supper

tonight. I'll see you.

all fresh in Berwick Street.

But I had to work through the lunch
hour.

Anyway, there's no wet fish shop round
here anymore.

Not anywhere else come to that.

So, when I saw these, I bought them.

Frozen TV paella dinner.

Smells different.

Do you think they make them in Spain,
then fly them over? That's right.

What doesn't get eaten on the plane,
they sell in the delicatessen.

Anyway, they say it's fresher bought
frozen than fresh.

That don't make sense. Don't argue with
me.

You want to try shopping after school
for a change instead of skiving off

joining every society going?

They're not having enough time to do
your homework.

Well, as you made me join the police
athletics club. Well, that's good for

I mean, playing the guitar might
exercise your right arm. Doesn't do much

the rest of you.

Anyway, it's free.

Why don't you avail yourself of the
opportunity then, my mate?

Oh, I can just see you and Bob Croft
jogging in harmony along the misty banks

the Serpentine before returning to Seven
Dials, fitting mind and body to enforce

the law.

You did give up the drama group, didn't
you?

Yeah. You did as well.

Oh, that'll be Jimmy. We've got a power
out at the station at 8 .30 tonight.

Mum, you haven't missed your supper.
That's right.

I asked him to call early so I wouldn't
be texted.

Bye.

At least you don't have to wash it up.

You know, you do very well, considering
all your show is that old crap you can

stay at home and watch on BBC Two.

Silly not to bank it daily, though,
wasn't he?

He don't seem to want to talk to you, do
he?

Maybe he likes silent movies.

Well,

what have we here?

Hope you got a licence for that.

I wonder if it burns.

Reminds you of Gone With The Wind,
doesn't it?

You make sure you put your hat on before
you let the Lord see you.

I was on with a promise before the chief
calls this meeting.

Ah, shame.

Still, never mind.

She'll wait for you if there was to.

Oh, she'll wait. It's the big iron bird
that won't.

Oh, is she going away?

Yeah, Switzerland.

Finished being finished.

Meanwhile, she's getting her education
back in.

Oh, no.

She's passing on a bit of what she's
learned.

Funny.

Funny, isn't it?

Seemed to lap me on them soft birds.

Look out!

Wait.

Come on, take a look.

I'm a peace officer.

Well, well.

It's a little Sir Galahad.

Shall we show you how we discourage him
from a long career in the force?

That's a good girl.

You know, you may call yourself a cup of
darling, but you're still just a bird

to me.

You're scared, aren't you?

Shouldn't have called for help then,
should you?

That baby couple will be quite unwell.

Should have just handed it over quietly
if you can't come with us. And you

really can't, can you?

Yeah. Come on, let's go.

The other one's waking up.

Aren't you suited to the life, do you
know?

Pathetic cow!

What's that, Mum? Are you OK?

Oh, Steve.

Hey, Mum, what is it?

What's happened?

We... Jimmy and me...

We got involved in a robbery.

We were just driving to the station.

We got involved.

Jimmy's in the hospital.

It's possible fractured skull. One of
them hit him as soon as we got out of

car.

I was on my own.

I told them I was a police officer and
they laughed at me.

They just laughed.

Then a PC arrived and tried to... tried
to stop them.

They really took it out on him.

More so because of me, I think.

No, but he was so young.

Oh, I treated him like a carcass in a
butcher shop.

I'm kicking him.

I'm kicking him.

Stephen Lou Five Harding. Ian.

Ian? Age 90.

But I know Ian. I was with him training
this afternoon. He's getting engaged

next week. Well, he's going to be in
hospital for a long time, Stephen. I put

him there.

You know that's not true.

Ian, he chose to join the force. He
believes in it.

He knew the risk. Oh, God, you sound
like a recruiting poster.

What could a boy of that age know the
risk?

I mean, what experiences he had of
animals like we came up against tonight.

I was so frightened, Steve. You know,
for the first time in my life, I

what I had to lose, and I didn't want
to.

I didn't want to be disfigured. I didn't
want pain.

It's bottles, what Jimmy calls it.

Losing your bottle.

Oh, and Steve.

Mine is gone.

How is she?

Well, how's Jimmy?

He'll be okay. No fracture.

Seems he's ignoring my request for a
lawnmower job. May have saved his scalp.

Goes well for your advice, too, in the
future.

Bob, won't you take a second statement
from Maggie?

She was pretty badly shaken up last
night. What's she doing now? Going

the funny part.

Well, not many of them wear stocking
masks, have them taken, do they?

No, but it is worth a try.

Good morning, madam.

Dave sent me round to take a statement.

Could I have a cup of tea and a cup of
cream?

Oh, come on.

I've not fed you a line like that for at
least 24 hours.

Oh, you see anything you fancy?

If you knew what I went through last
night, you wouldn't find it so bloody

funny. Sorry, sorry.

I thought humour was supposed to be an
antidote for suffering. I will.

OK, just give me the facts, ma 'am.

I've given you the facts. I've left out
nothing, believe me.

They all say that.

I mean, you've not asked me anything
yet.

That shouts.

Only the most important thing of all.

With a haul.

You just how much it was you threw at
them?

Not enough.

No?

£2 ,106.

Any more and it would have been over
-generous. I think it happened between

getting together in the car.

People walk away from fights at dark
alleys.

No, the only witnesses were the old
couple that you saw.

I suspect they thought they were
watching the telly.

So that leaves you, Jimbo, who spent
most of his time asleep, and the

unfortunate PC who came to your aid.

Have you heard any more, Bob?

That's how he is.

Bloody little fool, if you ask me.

What else could he do? He couldn't just
stand there watching while she got

beaten up.

I would have done.

Say this.

No, seriously.

If she wants to be a copper and tell us
all what's what, then she must take her

chances with the rest of them and not
expect to be rescued every time things

tricky. I read that in America, Chicago
or somewhere, the policemen were

petitioning against the women.

that they were fed up with being called
out to help women police officers who'd

waded in, only to have it knocked out of
them by some heavy mob that they hadn't

stirred up in the first place.

Exactly. I mean, I'd have thought it was
obvious that some seven -foot buck

nigger knocking off a drugstore is bound
to be stirred up even more by one of

those Barbie doll women jumping out of
a... Mustang, was it?

Mustang, or whatever they drive, and
squeaking halt in the name of the law.

Leaving some other poor bastard to pay
for it.

I mean, why put them in the front line?

If you've got to have them to keep
everything equal, then keep them busy, I

don't know, stripping women at airports.
Well, I mean, you've got to have a

woman to do that.

Why?

Ah, Detective Chief Inspector.

The Detective Inspector and I thought
you were never coming, huh, Peter?

Scotch. Scotch.

Well,

of course you can't.

generalized about a thing like that.

I mean, there was that one a few months
back.

Wonderful what she did.

Have you got a light?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

One thing to remember, man or woman, we
never forget.

Right, I'm off.

D .I. Forbes office.

Oh, er, yes, I'll see if she can talk.

Eskimo?

Yes, Eskimo?

Got something for you, love.

That bit of bother you were in last
night, read about it in the papers.

What?

I know them.

Real wrong -uns. Used to run a kiddies
charity racket until they took the

off places.

Been up north quite a while, then
suddenly last night they were back.

Saw them in the fox about 10 .30,
looking well -pleased.

What do you get, Eskimo?

Jack O 'Brien, Wally Smart.

Ring any?

No.

And you've got an address?

Well, they've got this lock -up near
Blackfriar Railway, Archers, but you'll

have to be smartish. They were talking
of moving on.

Right, I've got it.

Tara's come home.

Well, shall I call for your car? Jake's
back. No, no, it's all right. There's

time.

If it's only one, leave.

Look, give it to Deanna Crawford when
she gets back, okay?

Don't, I'm not...

Oh, Chief.

So what happened?

Jimmy, how are you feeling?

All right.

Got to hit me a bit harder than he did
to get through my barnet.

Mischief's with me, though, don't you?

She'll be back.

He looks in a state.

I'm afraid so.

Them little nurses have been in there
all day like jack -in -the -boxes.

Seems our charmers had steel tips on
their boots.

Pigs.

No, gov, that's what they call us.

What's happening? Where are you taking
him?

Intensive care. His condition has
deteriorated rather rapidly, I'm afraid.

We can keep a closer eye on him there,
though, OK?

But it was ten minutes.

I mean, fifteen at the most.

The paraffin heater was still hot. And
the pot still simmered on the gully's

stove. Only you could make a lock -up
garage sound like the Murray Celeste.

point is, Garth... The point is, if we'd
acted quicker, the villains would have

been apprehended by us, sorry, by you,
and not by a patrol car on the M1 who

lucky checking a taillight failure. You
know what I'm saying.

Maggie Forbes was in possession of that
information one hour before it reached

me, and she did nothing.

Now, what are you going to do about it?

Russell.

Hello, Captain.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

West Mercia Police, holding them till
morning.

Well, yes, I know.

Yeah, yeah.

Yes, of course.

Uh, what about 9 .30?

9 o 'clock.

Thank you. All right.

Right, now go.

Now, get this.

When he thinks I need advice on how to
run my department, he gives it, I take

it. But I don't take it from some
overheated Scot with an axe to grind. If

were to follow up every snout's tip
-off, we'd exceed our annual petrol

allowance in a week.

As you're going to be busy in the
morning while I collect our two

No, no, you will not.

I'm going to bring them in myself.

I want them down on our sheet unmarked.

As you wish.

Bob,

I've changed my mind.

Why don't you come with me?

9 .30?

I should be in a very good mood by then.

Mum, it's Mr. Russell.

Homework.

Bill.

I thought you'd like to know.

We got him.

We? Well, West Mercia Constabulary, in
point of fact.

Nicked for no tail lights on a motorway.

I see.

Maggie, I've got to ask you.

Why didn't you act on Eskimo's tip -off
right away?

He's been wrong before.

Anyway, I didn't think an hour would
make that much difference.

What is it?

Bob Croft's pride hurt because he didn't
make the pinch himself and didn't get a

chance to... No, no, don't say it, love,
don't say it.

Bob's a good copper, he's a
professional.

And I'm not?

Ah, maybe you're right.

Maybe I've always cared more about what
makes people break the law rather than

notch up a high nicking score.

I mean, what makes people want to bash
old grannies on the street for 40p?

Kick kids... Ian Harding's in intensive
care.

Did you know?

They moved him when I was there.

Janey's up in the hospital now.

I'm on my way.

Do you want to come?

Think I've done enough for that young
man, don't you?

Oh, Sam.

I don't need to let you in, Chief.

He's very sick, you know. Yeah.

Do me a favour, will you? Have a word
with the doc. Use your professional

technique I've got.

You know what he's waiting for?

The dying declaration.

Always struck me as a bit of old
Victoriana.

Judge and jury accepting as gospel
anything that was said on the way out.

Three and could say much without a lot
across his face.

Come, sir. Come sit down.

I've got us some poison up in this, you
know.

What are his chances?

40? 60?

Less.

Oh, no.

Gone? Yeah, I would say so. Do you fancy
a coffee with... No.

Because I know how it's made. I used to
work here, remember?

Who's he?

Sam.

If you say so.

Sam who?

Taylor. Sam Taylor.

Ex -RSM, now a Metropolitan Police
physical training instructor. He drags

overweight, unwilling policemen through
the streets and parks of London, trying

to make them fit.

I'm saying nothing.

It wouldn't have me too much of a risk.

Competition? I'd never stand it.

That's your son?

Well, Ian trains with him regularly. You
know what these hard cases are like. I

think so.

Young Steve Forbes turned out, as I seem
to remember.

Maggie's son?

Well, he's not old enough. I saw him at
his father's funeral. He looked so young

standing there next to his mother.

She's in trouble.

Maggie Forbes?

I want you to talk to her. Now, this
business is not to side with. I think

nerve has gone. I think it's temporary.

But I don't want a resignation landing
on my desk. I can prevent that.

I think you can help.

Of course.

Easy.

I mean, we must spend at least ten
minutes together each year at your

sherry extravaganza.

So what could be more natural than for
me to call round in the middle of the

year to inquire about her mental state?

She's a detective, Bill.

And you've been married to one for over
20 years. Oh, come on, don't tell me

you've learned nothing.

She'll be here tomorrow?

Slightly. Well, let's hope your young
police wins.

I'd like to be alone with those bastards
for five minutes.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you're not going to get the
chance. Because Daddy's coming with us

sure. Seventeen minutes late. I want to
walk Kip to him.

Briefcase. My office. Go get it. At dub.

You seen the paper, Guff? Nope.

Letter on page 32. Should put us in line
for a fair amount of flack.

Let's have it.

From our detective chief superintendent,
retired.

How much longer will the police force in
this country continue to expose its

officers to even greater risks by
allowing women officers in the front

When will they realise that by doing so
they provoke criminals to even greater

acts of violence from which the male
officers are then obliged to rescue?

Retired, you say? I was sworn I just had
a one -sided conversation with him.

Oh, yeah, there you go.

Fox and Punchbowl Wilts.

Spiritual omen of all disgusted ex
-PCSs.

Won't make maggots, do you? Not exactly
made mine. Right,

let's go flash a blue lamp on M1.

You should have just handed it over
quietly if you couldn't cop with us.

And you women can't, can you?

Reckon you're suited to this life, do
you, love?

You pathetic...

DI Forbes.

Can you tell me, please, has there been
any improvement?

I'm afraid you'll have to ask the
doctor. He's been sensible.

He'll be able to tell you if there's any
change after he's examined the patient.

Excuse me.

He's gone, hasn't he?

No, not yet. He's still alive.

But he won't be for long, will he?

I don't know.

We must hope.

Yes, we must.

Doesn't look good to you.

I'm afraid not.

This girl was in last night.

Yeah?

Yeah, they were getting engaged next
week.

Cried her heart out, she was.

Aged at 19, my God.

Come on, you can't have been much older.

18. I was 18.

Lovely.

The thing is, what I pick up off the
antiseptic grapevine, if he makes it,

young copper isn't going to be much of a
ladies' man.

Not for a bit, anyway.

Oh, Christ, Jimmy, those bastards. I
could kill them myself.

Maggie? I know, I feel the same.

Mrs. Russell?

Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got to
go and sign off now.

My left's waiting, so... See you.

My son is only two years younger than
me.

Please be hardy, I don't...

Think of him as a kid. Two years, that's
all. Really, the paper policeman

assaulted while trying to rescue a woman
officer. Police man, do you get it?

Oh, Christ, it's only two years. Maggie,
my son's the same age as that

constable. And let me tell you, it
doesn't get any easier.

Look, I'm without a car.

Could you give me a lift?

You look as though you need to talk to
someone.

I mean, how strange it always feels
being at home during the day.

So quiet.

Not a few years back.

No. Oh, no, not when Steve was at home.
Not during the day.

Then I was felt a bit out of it.

As if it was all going on somewhere
else, then I should really be there.

And yet you're thinking of giving it up?

Not just to sit at home all day, no.

Mind you, after all these years, perhaps
I could get used to it.

Oh, I doubt that. I never could.

Not that I ever really gave it a try.

I need a change.

I'm sick of coming up against thwarted,
petty little minds, violence.

Now being responsible for the loss of a
life and all because of my job.

There could have been any woman in that
house. No, I'm afraid that's just not

true, Janie.

It was made only too clear to me by
those thugs that the reason they were

putting the boot in was because I was a
woman trying to do a man's job.

One of them kissed me.

I couldn't have felt more degraded if
he'd raped me.

There'll always be people like that.

It's not hard to work out their reasons.

You're a threat. They're used to using
women, not being disciplined by them.

But, Maggie, you told my husband that
you cared about the reasons behind

turning to crime.

I mean, people who've lived respectable
lives for 60 years.

Kids who turn violent for no apparent
reason.

Okay.

Bob Croft may have it over you in the
smash -and -grab GBH department, but if

was stopped for pinching a couple of
tins of tuna from the supermarket, I'd

sooner talk to you or any other woman
officer than him.

I mean, it's not as though it's all
strong -arm stuff.

Understanding and gaining people's
confidence are just as important, and

where you have the edge.

Hello, Chief, it's me.

Look, I've just had the hospital on.

Mrs Russell, is she with you?

Yes, why?

Well, I tried to get her home, but they
couldn't.

Jimmy, what is it?

Her car.

She's parked it across some top geezer's
space and he's screaming blue murder.

Right, I'll tell her.

Bye.

Nice try.

What's happened?

Your car, Mrs. Russell.

It's blocking a consultant's access.

He hasn't been seen near the hospital
for six months.

I still meant what I said. Yes, I'm sure
you did.

That bit about gaining people's
confidence, you see, that could be quite

problem, because that's what I've lost.

Oh, yes, Miss, you should discuss me
again.

Tell Bill he'll have my resignation on
his desk in the morning, OK?

Maggie, I just got back with your
assailants.

How are you?

Fine. I've had excellent company.

Now, what about this note? Do you want
me to act on it?

What note?

The note you left on my desk, the threat
about Steve, your son.

Oh, I... I thought that was all part of
the rest of it, the general hate postbag

I got this morning.

Billy, do you think it's serious?

Probably not.

Probably? Well, almost certainly not.

It's just that you've got the same
rights as anyone else. You receive a

you're entitled to have it investigated.

Bill, I've got to go.

School's in here.

Christ, Bill.

Take care.

Hello? What are you doing here?

Get out of that car. Someone's lost

Steve. Number. Oh, for God's sake,
Robbie, stop. Quick.

I'll put it through.

TCI Russell. Hello, sister.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I see.

Yeah. Thank you, sister. Thanks for
letting me know. Bye.

Yes?

You what?

Look,

there's no need for you to come in.

If you give us the keys, I'll fetch
them.

No. I'll come in with you.

I've got the keys on a chain.

Well, you've got five minutes, haven't
you?

Down for a cup of tea?

No, please, Bob.

Let me handle this.

It's my son.

I know what's going on in that man's
mind. I should have really liked it at

hospital. Now, look, Maggie.

Anyone who cuts up newspaper letters to
send threats is a nut out here, but a

calculating one. Now, he could be
dangerous. No, he didn't send me that

It had a Leeds postmark.

But I'm grateful that you ever did.

It got me here, now.

Come on, Bob, ten minutes.

I can handle it.

I need to.

Ten minutes, mate.

And not one second more.

But Ian's things aren't his, Sam.

No.

He told me they were.

Well, he just said he wanted me to look
after them for him.

Sit down, Sam.

I want to... I need to talk to somebody.

Shall I get you some tea?

No.

No, thanks.

Sam, what is this?

I thought you brought me here to look
after Ian's training gear.

Oh, no.

No, Steve.

I've been on point, you see.

He'll not need it now.

Well, not yet, but he'll need it.

Why not need it anymore?

He's dead, Steve.

Ian is dead.

No.

William, I'm...

I knew he was bad, but none... None?

Mum said.

Mum was responsible. Mum was the cause.
Now it's her turn.

I'll not hurt you.

It's fair I'll be hurting.

Every minute she knows you're missing,
she'll be blaming herself,

torturing herself.

Every minute.

So plenty of time.

Plenty of time to talk.

Chat.

Chat about it.

It was your friend, wasn't it?

That was good.

It was okay by me.

Fine.

He used to ask me, you know, what I
thought.

Just like a son to his dad.

Well, he was, you know.

He was my son.

Oh, not the result of any union I might
have been part of.

They became mine.

Funny.

I never saw much in girls.

Nor they in me.

Too shy, maybe.

Not able to chat them up.

Tell them the sort of things they needed
to hear.

Find that hard to believe, don't you?

Sam Taylor shy.

When all I've ever done is shout and
roll my head off at you all.

You lot.

Aren't you kids?

You don't find it hard to talk to one
another, do you?

Or to anybody.

But I always have.

That is until I met Ian.

The first day he came here.

Skinny young cadet.

I knew.

So you have no one, you see.

No one to care for.

You might have to be careful.

Very, very careful.

Not to show me feelings.

Embarrass him.

Let's get him off.

Well,

I'm not.

There were nothing like that.

It was lonely, I suppose.

I wanted somebody to care for.

A son.

And that was Ian.

He confided in me.

We discussed his ambitions, everything.

What about his engagement?

Mom!

Did you discuss that, Sam?

You want to tell me about the
engagement?

It just happened so quick -like.

Her mother just didn't have time.

I understand loneliness.

Believe me.

I've lived with it since my husband was
killed.

The harder you look, the less likely you
are to find someone.

But you've got him!

He's yours, he's your son!

He's 17 already.

And he'd grown up.

One day, very soon, gone.

I don't mean never seeing him, but once
kids leave home, it's not quite the same

ever again.

Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way,
but it's hard.

You say Ian's been like a son to you.

Well, you're going to have to face up to
that too, letting go.

Maybe.

But you brought the time forward, didn't
you?

Madam Detective Inspector.

Yes, well, I've thought about that every
minute since it happened, and yes, it's

true, they felt laid into him harder
because of me, but they'd still have

it, whoever he tried to help.

He's dead, because he tried to help you!

Dead?

How do you... But he was alive when I
left this morning, and that was after...

You're back?

Oh, you know you're lying.

You're just lying to save your place in
front of him.

Ian died this morning.

Would that make you feel easier?

Would it?

Would you be able to cope better with
him dying and getting engaged and

you on one side?

No! Oh, punish me, steal my son, go to
prison even.

But be able to face life because he'd
never have left you?

That's not the truth.

You're lying.

Lying!

Lying!

She insisted, Dove. Ten minutes.

You mean she's gone in there on a...
It's her son and it's her one chance to

her nerve back. And she knows it. Look!

Christ.

Hard way.

Sam! Hold it!

Got good news about Ian.

What's good news, Sam?

There's only the truth.

And the truth is that he's alive, and
he'll probably get well, and if he does,

he'll want his life back from where he
left it.

You may be part of it, Sam, but you'll
have to share him.

Now, if you can't face that, then you
might as well jump.

They'll kick me off the fort.

I might end up with nothing.

You might.

Ten minutes, exactly.

Well, at least she's one lady that
doesn't keep a gentleman waiting.