All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s03e03 The Hit

You going to be long?

Couldn't say, love.

It's down to the governor, isn't it?

He's up there in a meeting.

You know you've been on this yellow line
for 20 minutes.

What am I supposed to do when he comes
out? Tell him I've got a meet at the

other side of Hyde Park?

Yeah, if that's what it takes, the walk
will probably do you good.

Yeah, well, you get a lot of it, and it
ain't done you much good, has it, eh?

Know what I mean?

You know the old Arab proverb, take what
you want and pay for it.

What's the matter with you? I can't help
it if you look like Brezhnev.

Very, very successful meeting.

A nice tip for Chepso, too.

And he was part of all the other
Cossacks. Yeah, just the usual.

The dead man's name was Stan Chandler.
He'd been with Harvey for about a year.

Is there any evidence to suggest he was
anything other than a chauffeur? I mean,

could he have been mixed up in any of
Harvey's operations?

There's no indication of it. Just a
straight pilot.

Got in the way at the wrong time.

That's your read -on?

Well, it is.

Now, let's face it. Harvey, on the edge
of every fast shuffle in town, is bound

to have made enemies.

Yeah, I'd say he was the target right
now.

Peter, you went the wrong. Could have
saved us a lot of trouble.

Still don't appreciate people using
shooters on my patch.

Now, Bob, I want you to pull him in,
shake him, see if he rattles.

Maggie, love, I want you to go see the
widow.

Oh, no. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I
know. It'll come better for me.

Russell.

Yeah?

Oh, is he?

Yeah, yeah, OK.

Bobby's really got the wind up. He's in
the station now, demanding a bulletproof

policeman.

Bob, go see him.

Who do I have to straighten to get some
attention around here?

I've just been nearly splattered all
over the pavement.

Inspector Croft's on his way in to see
you, sir.

How's your chauffeur feeling?

He's dead.

And you damn well know it.

And I can do without the snide bit.

What, me, sir?

Mr. Harvey.

This way.

Oh, sit down. Sit down, Mr. Harvey.

You are a lucky man.

Lucky? If Dan hadn't stepped in front of
me... That is where the luck comes in,

isn't it?

Would you like some coffee?

No, I don't want any coffee.

I've just nearly had my head blown off
in broad daylight.

I don't want coffee.

I want protection. Ah, now that is where
you are going to have to help us. I

mean, have you any idea who it is you
want to be protected against?

Well, that's not so easy, is it?

I mean, if I finger somebody and it gets
out... Harvey, nothing gets out of this

Nick. It's the man who comes in to read
the meter. Now, have you got any ideas

or haven't you?

Well, I owe the Blue John Gambling Club
a small sum.

Ten grand, roulette, and they don't mess
about.

You do get into some funny places,
Harvey. I don't go to holes. It's a very

decent ambience.

The food's good, too.

And the snipers.

Who owns it?

A chap they call Delvo.

He's Australian.

Used to run a penny -ante dive in... In
Birmingham. Oh, he's growing up in the

world. Well, he's being hunted.

Tell me, have they ever knocked over a
Welsher before?

I bloody well resent that, Quoft.

I'm not a Welsher, I just happen to be
temporarily strapped.

You could always sell the limo.

Oh, be all right, at least.

Harvey, if you're right about the blue
john behind this morning, your best

protection would be to get out of town
for a bit. However, if you're not...

then we're just going to have to do some
more digging into your rather murky

affairs.

Now, in the meantime, try to stay
indoors and don't go for any early

jogs. You help a lot of nervous people,
do you?

Make us a cup of tea, will you, love?

Mrs. Chandler.

He only went out of here this morning.

I know,

love.

Believe me, I know exactly how you feel.

We'll be in touch.

And if you remember anything to add to
your statement, give us a bell, pronto,

and keep your head down.

Thanks a bunch.

with being a bit heavy on him.

He's pulled a few strokes himself. We've
never been able to pin on him.

No, he is a scummy citizen, Gerald.

Thanks for coming to tell me.

I know it's nobody's favourite job on
the force.

Well, Stan was in the job at Peckham.

That's how I know.

He left.

Why did he leave?

He had an affair with this PC.

She was married.

Valerie Knight, her name was.

I had no idea.

But her husband found out and he put in
an official complaint. Well, you know

what happens then.

Official inquiry?

Yeah.

Long and short of it was, they were both
moved to different stations.

Why did your Stan leave the force?

Well, the whole thing seemed to shake
him somehow. He felt guilty about me.

Anyway, he left home and he went to live
with his night woman.

And got a job with Gerald Harvey as his
chauffeur.

When did he come back to you?

Eight months ago.

He came and asked.

I had him back like a shot. I'd never
stop loving him.

We were so happy about the baby.

I can't believe it.

Come on.

Come on, drink up.

It helps.

God knows why, but it does.

I'll be all right.

This policewoman this very night,

do you know if she's still on the force?
I don't know nothing about her, and I

don't want to know either. If it hadn't
been for her... Mrs Chandler.

Mrs Chandler, did Dan ever talk to you
about the place that he drove Harvey to?

I mean, would you know, for instance,
what they were doing in that particular

street?

Oh, well, that would be that lotter you
used to go and see.

Um, lotter...

Spencer. Oh, yeah?

Well, she's got a flat in that big block
near there.

Did Stan ever say what Harvey went there
for?

Well, he never said, no.

Oh.

You, sister, love.

You're best not to be on your own.

I'm very sorry, love. I've got to come
back in a few days and go through your

husband's personal effects.

You understand, there's still a lot more
questions that I have to ask.

Oh, I'm sorry, Jean.

The

iPhone.

Can I speak to Sergeant Fenton?

Jimmy. Yeah,

we've just had a little chat with Mr
Harvey.

It seems he owes 10 ,000 quid to a
gambling club, the Blue John, owned by a

bloke called Delvo.

Now, he's putting up Delvo as number one
suspect for the shooting.

Could we have a sniff?

Yeah,

she's on her way in to see Bob Croft.

Right. Thanks very much, Jimmy. I'll see
you later, OK?

Bye.

No club called The Blue, John?

Yeah, it's off Belgrave Square.

Why?

Our friend Harvey owes them money.

I think I'm a bit... Well, Croft's
handling Harvey's end of the case. He

be best pleased you mixing in. Well,
stuff.

Anyway, he'll be giving a lot of space
for the third degree.

You keep him happy.

Sure. Come on, let's go.

Well, we've got a problem.

Money.

The boy can fight and eat a crowd
puller.

But I'm not sticking him in there for
cab fare.

That's right, you think about it.

Very hard.

We were hoping... What do I owe the
pleasure... I wanted to see Mr

Delvaux.

Johnny's not here.

Will I do?

Oh, well, Dave, we really wanted a word
with the owner.

Well, in a manner of speaking, that's
me.

What's it about?

Maggie?

Dave, I didn't know this man, Delvaux...
Well, Julie and I are partners.

Anything concerns him concerns me.

Look, sit down.

Can I get you a drink?

You look as though you could do with
one. No, thanks. We're here officially.

Now, where have I heard that before?

Well, the fact is, Dave, someone took a
pot shot at one of your regular punters.

Gerald Harvey.

Pot shot?

To kill him, you mean? You can tell me
what else it looks like.

Forget it.

No. They killed his chauffeur instead.

Poor bastard.

Harv is making a big noise about it. He
says he owes this club ten grand and he

was being pressured.

Oh, that old school ratbag.

Why doesn't he stick to something he
knows and get back to asset stripping?

He knows as much about roulette as I do
about water divining. But you let him go

on losing.

I'm with W .C. Fields.

Never give a sucker an even break.

And when they can't pay, you put the
frighteners on them.

Well, a bullet is a pretty permanent
sort of frightener, isn't it?

What's the good of killing someone who
owes you ten grand?

I mean, corpses don't carry checkbooks.

Use your loaf.

And you, Maggie, I'm well choked that
you should think I'd be into something

like that. Dave, believe me, I did not
know you were involved.

It had to be checked out.

Better me than Bob Croft. And what about
your partner, Johnny Delvaux?

Where is he?

He's out of the country. Whereabouts?

Vienna. Where's he staying? The Zaka. It
can be checked.

Oh, look, if you think he had anything
to do with it, forget it.

He won't even walk in the park for fear
of crushing the grass.

It's all I can do to stop him giving
losers their money back.

Look, Dave, is it all right if I nose
about a bit? Talk to some of the staff.

Nothing heavy. Yeah, sure.

I'll be out in a few minutes, OK?

OK.

So long, Dave.

See you.

Have you been?

Fine. Kept busy.

I can imagine.

I didn't know you were involved in this
place.

Now you do.

And it's strictly legit.

I've missed you, Maggie.

Me too.

How deep?

Coming up for his A -levels. Still
boxing?

No.

Pity. Still.

There you go.

So, uh...

When do I see you again?

Unofficially, of course.

I don't think that's a very good idea.
Oh, Struth, Maggie. Look, that stolen

jewellery business was all cleared up.

I'm squeaky clean on this Harvey thing,
and I can vouch for Johnny Delvaux.

He wouldn't dare to cross me up.

So what do you say?

Oh.

I can see they've warned you off.

They? Oh, your boss, the law.

Maybe even Jake, for all I know. It
isn't that.

Yes, it is.

All right, Maggie, I know some funny old
customers you're bound to in this line

of business.

Doesn't make me a villain. Come on,
Dave.

I know that.

It's just that I... We, we were becoming
too involved.

I didn't feel I was in control anymore.

Oh, I see.

And that would never do, would it?

All right, look, I'll help you a lot to
clear up this Harvey mess.

Got the good name of the club to think
of.

If you've got any more questions, some
one of the others, right?

I'll do that.

We had some good times, Maggie.

Yes. And still could.

We'll be in touch.

I'll ring you sometime.

You want me?

Hey, I've got Harvey's bird in the
office.

So? It's a high -class tart.

Carriage -grade. Cool with it. What do
you think?

This is Sergeant Fenton, Lottie.

Black, no sugar.

Thank you. Now then,

Lottie, do many of your boyfriends run
chauffeur -driven limousines?

Quite a few. It's an essential
qualification.

One has standards.

And they, of course, have the money.

Money's a great comfort.

Depends how you earn it.

I'll wait just one moment, Sergeant.

Inspector.

You may address me as Miss Spencer.

At first I found your rather obvious
assumption that I'm some sort of trollop

amusing, but now the joke's beginning to
fray a little.

A man's assumptions are the measure of
his mind.

Yours seem to be a little grubby.

Did you see anything of what happened
this morning, Miss Spencer?

No, I didn't. I didn't even hear the
shot. My flat's on the other side of the

building overlooking the park. It was
the porter who told me something had

happened. And have you known Gerald
Harvey long?

Longer than I care to think. He used to
take me out when I was a clumpy great

Deb. I did adore him for that.

We've been great friends ever since.

Oh, I know what they say about him. He
has got a bit tacky, especially in the

kind of people he runs with now.

But for me, a friend is a friend always.

Why did he drop in this morning? Any
particular reason?

He owed a gaming club some money, £10
,000. He asked me if I could lend it to

him. And did you?

Of course. I told you he's a friend.

You weren't afraid you were kissing it
goodbye?

I've lent him larger sums than that in
the past. He's never failed to pay me

back.

You seem different at all this morning
from other times.

Did seem a bit fraught. Kept talking
about this man Delvo. Made him sound

gorilla. Said he was being rather
pointed about his request that Gerald

his account.

So I gave him his cheque and off he
toddled, glowing like a stoplight.

Right. Thank you, miss.

Thank you. Sergeant?

Fenton. Fenton.

Well, if that's all, Inspector, time is
money, you know, especially to us

working girls.

We'll need all that in writing.

I'll just, uh...

Get some statement, fool.

Drop a bit of a gooley there, sir? Shut
it, Sergeant.

Just get Lady Mux to speak.

Occupied. Lottie Spencer.

Hmm. Chanel. Nice.

Hmm.

Any help?

No, and the yarder got nothing on the
dead man's lady love, Valerie Knight.

And she's no longer on the force, so
there's no current address.

He's not with her husband anymore,
either. But they did have his address.

Oh, well, that'll do.

Unless you'd rather... Well, be my
guest. I'm waiting on a phone call.

Don't take your coat off. We're not
stopping.

D .I. Croft.

Hey, that's right, the Blue John Club.
Bye.

It's been that.

Well, that is interesting.

All right, thanks for the gent.

Well, what do you mean Connolly's mixed
up in it? Harvey owes a bundle to the

Blue John Club.

Now, he thinks the Blue John is behind
the shooting.

Connolly is part owner of it, and he'd
been leaning on Harvey.

Yeah, yeah, I'll call you back, man.

All right.

Now, get your spade out, but go gently,
like, very gently.

I don't want Maggie embarrassed. Don't
want to have to pull her off the case

unless you come up with something solid.

And I mean hammerproof. I'll trade on
eggshell.

What's the gist?

Well, the angle of entry seems to mean
the shot can only have been fired from

somewhere high up in the block of
offices opposite.

They can't actually pinpoint the firing
ground, but it'll take time.

Ask them to hustle it up.

Mr. John Knight.

What do you want?

Bisley, 1976.

198 out of a possible 200.

And that was only because the wind
changed on me last shot after I squeezed

trigger. You'd like a cuppa, would you,
ma 'am?

I've never had a civilian call me that
before.

Ex -sergeant, military police.

Besides, I had a wife in your lot.

Yeah, kicked her out.

Best not talked about.

Reflects no credit.

I'll just clear this lot away first. I
was just cleaning it.

Back a grit in the barrel and put you
five yards out.

You've found it, have you? Found what?

The gun that was nicked.

No, we haven't found any gun. Well, what
gun was this?

My other target rifle, the new .225.

Fractionally bigger calibre than the old
.22, terrific velocity and accurate to

a pin's head. I mean, this one's good,
but the .225, well, you could drive a

nail into a plank at 300 yards. The
Army's been completely re -equipped with

them, you know. And that's the weapon
that's gone missing?

I'd say you're both guns are licensed.
Naturally. And you reported the theft?

course I did. Flat broken into at the
back, gun covered full, straight round

local nick to let them know. Anything
else taken? No, just the gun.

When was this?

A week ago.

Where were you at 11 .30 this morning?

Out shopping.

Why? Anybody see it?

Half the shopkeepers in the parish.

Why? Do you know a man called Gerald
Harvey?

Heard of him?

Horrible little swine called Stan
Chandler drives for him.

Yeah, well, somebody shot at Harvey this
morning.

Killed Chandler instead.

What?

Terrific.

Couldn't have happened to a more
deserving cause.

That was the bastard who split up me and
me wife.

She was in the military police when I
met her, too.

Provost branch of the Rex Army family, I
suppose you could say we were.

Then I stepped on a mine in Ulster and I
was invalided out.

That's when Chandler stepped in.

She joined the police, he was working in
the same nick, and while I was fighting

for a decent pension, he slipped in.

Where'd he get it?

In the head.

Sorry to hear it. Too quick for him.

Well, Mr Knight.

We'll have to take you in for
questioning and check your alibi. You

that? It would have been sloppy police
work if you hadn't. Ready when you are.

And a rifle too, if you don't mind. Hold
it.

Shooting at Bisley again next week from
the old team. That weapon's delicate.

And tell your ballistic, Wallace, to
treat it like a baby.

Well, no, they're not handling rubbish.
You've got any more like that hidden

away? No, I've only ever had the two.

Fine.

Let's go.

Look, I've had all this from Maggie
Forbes.

I don't need any aggravation from you.
Maggie Forbes?

She's being very protective. You were
meant to be my responsibility.

Protective? What's that supposed to
mean?

What was she protecting me against?

Me, perhaps.

Oh, leave off. You're in the wrong
league.

I have nothing to do with killing Stan
Chandler. And we're all supposed to take

your word for that.

All right, where were you at 11 .30 this
morning?

I was at the bank, shoveling in more
bread than you see in a year. And take

from me.

They'll remember me.

Well, some of us are a bit particular
how we earn our bread.

And the money that Harvey owed you, what
about that?

He's bringing it round this afternoon.

Which, as I told Maggie Forbes, he
couldn't do if he was dead.

And which he mightn't have done at all
if you hadn't had his chauffeur shot as

warning. Oh, come off it, Croft. You
know that's not my style.

Have I got any form?

Ever been done for assault?

I've never even been done for suss.

Not yet.

You know what I think's wrong with you?

I would be fascinated to hear your
diagnosis.

I think that you fancy Maggie Forbes
yourself.

And it sticks in your gut that I made
some headway and you didn't.

You've been mixing with boxes too much.
You are getting punchy.

Well, now we've finished the psychiatric
session, let's get back to the murder.

Where's your partner, Doval?

On his way back from Vienna.

He couldn't have had anything to do with
it.

Besides, as I told Maggie, the man
hasn't got it in him.

He couldn't have had a fly.

There are lots of people that couldn't
hurt a fly.

They still buy fly sprays.

Yes, Mr Connolly? Tell Mr Delvaux I want
to see him the minute he gets in.

Hi.

Look,

I'll call you back.

I've just seen your turn on.

Steve Connolly.

A bit late, aren't you? I saw him an
hour ago.

So he told me. What I'd like to know is
how you got on to him. You would,

wouldn't you?

Where's the coffee gone?

I put him through the grinder anyway.

I mean, I thought you might have been a
bit soft on him.

Is that the impression that he gave you?

Does his partner's alibi check out? Yes.

Now, why don't you do the same?

Has it occurred to you Knight could have
faked the theft of that gun they used

to do themselves?

The thief getting in so easily made me
wonder about that, but there is one

against it. What's that?

Three different shopkeepers put him at
least half a mile away from the murder

spot at the exact time of the shooting.

And Jake checked out his alibi.

Fast iron.

What sort of man is he?

On the surface, a short back and sides,
you horrible little man, NCO type.

Underneath, I'm not so sure.

Did he tell you where his wife lives?

No, I don't know where she works.

Why did you go see her?

Well, you never know. She may have let a
skeleton out of the closet.

Hello.

Can I help you? He'd like to see me
tonight.

I'm afraid she's out showing a client a
house.

She shouldn't be long if you care to
wait.

Thanks. I'll call again.

Can I tell her anything?

Thanks all the same.

Not there.

Where now?

Block of flats the gunman fired from.

Let's see if forensics have turned up
anything.

Right.

Well, it's a good, clear view of the
street.

We still have to be a pretty good shot,
though.

Forensics come up with anything?

Empty shell case, ma 'am, that's all.

I heard them say it was a .225 calibre.
First time I've heard of that one.

Stolen gun.

Got to be.

Any fingerprints on the cartridge?

No, ma 'am.

Well, thanks, Ian.

Well, what I can't understand is why no
one saw the sniper hanging about here.

This floor's been empty for some time,
sir.

There's no one comes up here.

Well, whoever it was must have used the
front door.

Isn't there an entry phone?

Been broken a week now.

Doors lock the latch during the day, but
I'm around most of the time, though. So

you don't notice anyone come in waving a
rifle?

Yes, only didn't.

Well, did you see anyone odd in any way
come in?

No, I thought he was odd, but he wasn't.

Well, what does that mean?

Well, there's one of these Hell's Angels
coming on.

I thought it was Hell's Angel. One of
these black suits and visor down over

face. Then I realised it was one of
these motorbike delivery services.

How did you know that?

He was carrying a great big dress box he
was delivering.

Oh, did he speak?

No, just went straight upstairs.

Did you see him come out again?

No, you see, it wasn't long after that
when the shooting started and all that

confusion and running about.

So I started to go downstairs to look
and... Thank you, thank you.

Very much for all your help.

We'll get a statement from you later,
okay?

Right.

Gun in the dress box.

What puzzled me is when he saw it was
missed, why didn't he have another gun?

Well, no time.

When using a target rifle, only load one
shot at a time.

Keep it balanced as near perfect as
possible.

Or he wouldn't have had a chance to
reload it.

Oh, well, that makes sense.

How come you left him with your boat
gun?

Well, not just a pretty face, you know.

Look, Johnny, I know you. I know some of
the strokes you used to pull in Sydney.

Well, don't start bloody pulling them
here.

What in hell are you talking about?

Killing? That isn't my line. No.

But you're not about putting the
frighteners on, are you?

And near miss is a pretty good hint to
someone to pay up.

Only you're liable to hit somebody
instead.

Have you gone off your trolley?

You know I was in Vienna all week.

Well, I wouldn't expect you to pull the
trigger yourself now, would I?

There are people who can be paid to do
that. And if I was going to deal a hand

like that, I'd make damn sure I was out
of the country, too.

For the last time, I'm telling you,
Dave, I didn't do it.

I may be a lot of things, but I don't
have anything to do with guns.

I'm not stupid, either.

You scare one punter into paying up that
way and we lose the rest of the

clientele, right?

Right.

I'm glad you see it that way.

Why don't you tell the police about me?

Well, what do you think?

I may just sound like a cross between
some Francis of Assythia and...

Christopher Robin.

Who was asking the questions?

Russell?

Maggie Forbes.

Now, look, you've had your say. I'm
going to have mine.

You knocking around with that detective
bird is going to get us into what is

generally known as Latrine Alley. Look,
don't start.

Like it or not, Dave, we've got some
pretty hairy clients.

Sooner or later, one of them is going to
get shot for something he's done.

And who's he going to think dropped him
in it?

The guy who sleeps with the law. Don't
say any more.

When I start picking your girls, you can
pick mine.

I haven't seen her in a month.

It's all over.

At least, as far as she's concerned.

Well, let's hope so. It isn't good for
business.

What the hell?

I'm sorry, Mr Delvo. He just barged in.

That's okay, Sandy.

That's all he is, really.

Just a bargy with a coat of gloss paint.

Sticks and stones may break my bones.

Well, aren't you going to introduce me?
Never mind about that.

Have you brought the money?

I told your girl on the phone that I'd
drop it in this afternoon when I was

discharging some other minor Owens.
There was no need for all that 1930s

fuss. That had nothing to do with us.

We'd have hit you.

As far as I'm concerned, this settles
it. I don't want to have anything more

do with your nasty little third -rate
establishment.

I shall take my habit elsewhere.

And I don't want to see either of you
again.

You won't, unless that check's a
bouncer.

Yeah, sir.

Oh, no, thank you.

I am looking for a chauffeur, though.

No, thank you, sir.

It's a lot of the odds, very much.

Oh, all right. Suit yourself.

After living in a shooting gallery, I'd
rather not be the target.

It pays havoc with my wardrobe.

Haven't slept a wink all night.

There you are at last.

People are losing your touch. Soon
they'll be mounting heavy machine guns

Hyde Park. Yes, well, I don't get myself
shot at that much, do you, Inspector?

No, sir. I usually find that people who
get themselves shot at have managed to

get themselves disliked. Does anybody
dislike you, Mr. Harvey? Well, it's

obvious, isn't it? I mean, whose club
was that coming out of? Yes, well, I'd

have thought that was a course of
celebration, not murder.

There's no need to be bloody attentive.

No, sorry, that's your monopoly, isn't
it? Now, you told us that you'd repaid

this debt. Why should anyone want to
murder you? Well, I don't know.

That's your job. All I know is that I
want police protection. I want it

rather... Yes, well, we'll do our best
as we would for anyone. My advice to you

is go home and stay there.

Oh, fantastic.

British policing at its best.

Mr. Harvey, I'd like to make one thing
clear. We're not responsible for what

happened to you. You know the kind of
life you lead and the risks involved.

We've got a duty to do, and we'll do it.
So if you'd like to accompany the

constable, let us get on with it.

Thank you. Thank you all very much.
Thank you.

My office.

I don't enjoy being held accountable to
a jumped -up spit like Harvey, so let's

get weaving what we got.

The bullet that nicked half his arm was
from the same gun that killed Chandler.

Fire from where?

Could only have been from a car on the
side of the street.

Well, any witnesses? Anybody hear the
shot?

No, 225 doesn't make much noise, though.
Just a sort of crack.

Could easily get lost in the traffic
noise. Oh, you're an expert on guns now?

Not me, sir.

Back to Knight's missing gun again. You
let him go? Had to. Nothing to connect

him. And he had it on police record that
the gun had been stolen from him. Well,

was he tested for power of state? No
point.

Shoots all the time for his club.

It was a bit too bomb -proof for my
liking. Bob, we'll have a word.

Jimbo, I want you to go through that
office block, door to door, see if

saw this character, this dispatch rider
with his visor up.

Maggie, Jake, get on to the army, check
out the records, see if there's a link

up. Hang on to this? Yeah, sure. Now,
keep in touch. Bob, let's go.

All right.

I take it you believe I'm not a hit man
now.

Just routine, sir.

Nice routine you've got. Some nutter
loose with a cannon.

And that last shot at Harvey outside the
club did nothing for trade.

Who needs that kind of publicity?

Anything I can do to help?

I appreciate that, Dave, I do, but this
is police work.

I've cleared up a few of my own problems
in my time without involving the law. I

didn't hear that.

Are all coppers hard of hearing or just
you, Maggie?

I'm not going to make it that easy, you
know.

Make what easy?

Giving me the brush.

Dave, did you send some flowers to me
here at the office a while ago?

Yeah. Bought with honestly earned cash
money.

Why? Didn't you like them? Yes, of
course I did. They were beautiful. There

no card and I didn't... No more.

Truckload of flowers with cards will be
round first thing.

When do I see you again?

Out of office hours.

Dave, don't make this difficult for me.

I've got a lot on my plate just now, and
I thought that we'd agreed that...

Maggie, you must be short -sighted as
well as deaf.

I didn't send all those flowers around
to please your mate Croft.

You know how I feel about you.

And like I said, I don't give up that
easy.

I'll phone you.

Oh, and keep your head down.

Is it bad news?

I don't know.

Where were we?

Knight's army record.

Anything? Yeah, I think we've got
something.

He seems to have been a perfect soldier.

In fact, he and his wife seem to have
been a perfect army couple.

They should have been on the recruiting
posters.

Talk about togetherness.

She was even on the regimental shooting
team with him.

What? Well, she was a marksman, first
class, rated, and pretty with it.

So if Valerie Knight had an affair with
Gerald Harvey and he dumped

her... He

is the lady of the day.

Sir, you're a bit of a crack shop, Mr
Knight. Yeah, always have an eye, sir.

You can drop the sir.

But you've no idea who could have taken
the gun? No, everyone knew I had him.

This gun cabinet, not exactly easy to
break open, would you say? No, strict

regulations, by the book, made of metal,
fastened to the wall. Someone very

determined. You didn't leave this door
unlocked by any chance, did you, Mr.

Knight? No, I always keep it locked.

You see, the damage to the door is
superficial.

It's as if it was done from inside as a
cover -up.

You do see what I'm driving at, don't
you, Mr. Knight? Not really, no. You

what I'd say.

I'd say someone either picked that lock
to get through that door or they used a

key. I don't think that door's been
forced at all. Would you say that was a

reasonable working assumption, Mr
Knight? Well, I couldn't really say.

Oh, come on, Mr Knight. You were a
copper yourself.

I mean, the system is the same in the
military police, isn't it?

Except you can take a few more liberties
than we can. Now, as a trained man, you

must have formed some sort of opinion.
Well, it's a bit different when you're

involved personally. Oh, is it? You
tried to tell me you hadn't noticed what

inspectors noticed about that door.
Well, men didn't notice it either. It

mentioned as a possibility in one of the
reports.

Mr Knight, what I'd like you to do is to
let your imagination wander.

Let's suppose a key was used.

Who'd be likely to have access to one?

Well, I can think of someone straight
away. Husbands and wives, they both

usually have a set of keys, don't they?
I suppose they do, yes. When you shipped

her out, did she take her keys? Front
door, yes.

Back door, I can't remember. Now,
there's a distinct possibility in my

you faked the theft of that gun
yourself. You stood on Gerald Harvey.

ridiculous. Or your wife took it for the
same reason. She had it off with this

geezer Chandler. Now, during that time,
she could have met Harvey. Yes, she did

keep her key to that back door. That's
better.

She wouldn't need a rifle if she wanted
to shoot anyone.

She's got a licensed .32 pistol. She
competes for a West End club team, full

bore. Where's she work?

Allwoods, the estate agents in the West
End. Tabbleton Street.

Let's go.

Yes.

Yes. I realise it's only a very short
lease, but there's every chance of

renewal, and the price includes fixtures
and fittings.

Well, if you could let me know what you
decide as soon as possible, I've got two

other clients interested in the
property.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Doopie cow.

What is it?

That lady that was here yesterday, she's
back with a gentleman.

Did they say what they wanted?

Just to see you.

I don't think they're clients.

Yes, well, you'd better show them in.

Would you like to go through now?

Yes.

Mrs Knight?

Yes. Thank you, Pauline.

I gather you were trying to get hold of
me yesterday.

Yes, that's right.

How can I help you?

Police officers, Mrs Knight.

Sergeant Barrett, Inspector Forbes.

Oh.

We're making some inquiries into the
death of Stan Chandler and we'd like to

a few questions.

Yes, of course.

Won't you sit down?

Stan Chandler was shot yesterday
morning. You may have read about it in

newspapers.

No, I hadn't, actually.

You don't seem to care much.

I don't. I'm surprised. Why? According
to your husband, you and he were lovers.

It was over nearly a year ago.

You must have some feeling left for him.
None whatsoever.

What about Gerald Harvey?

What about him?

Did you ever meet him while Stan
Chandler was driving for him?

Yes, he gave me a lift.

Once or twice, if I remember.

Some people would call Gerald Harvey an
attractive man.

Yes, but they wouldn't include me.

So you never got...

involved with him at all.

What are you inferring?

I'm not a promiscuous woman.

Stan Chandler was... just one of those
things, a mistake, if you like.

Where were you at 11 .30 yesterday
morning?

I was showing a property to a client.
And at 4 .30 yesterday afternoon?

The same.

I presume you have the names and
addresses of these clients.

No, they were people who came in on the
spur of the moment. Yes, but you must

have made a note of their names and
addresses for future references.

No, some people prefer not to give their
names and addresses for various

reasons, or maybe they were just time
wasted. We get a lot of those.

I see.

Well, Mrs Knight, if you wouldn't mind
coming down to the station with us and

making a statement, it would be a great
help.

Is that necessary?

Afraid so.

Very well, I'll get my coat.

Do you mind?

It's hardly my colour.

The box might ring a few bells.

Take it with us.

It's nice.

I've got to go out, Pauline. I may not
be back by six, so lock up for me, will

you? You're supposed to see the Lloyds
about that flat in Chiswell Street.

Yes, well, make my excuses, will you?
Good night.

Good night.

Stop the car.

Stop the car!

Get out.

Mrs Knight, armed, unstable.

She's got Maggie, Maggie's car.

What the hell went wrong? Get him.

He deserved to die.

Just because Gerald Harvey treated you
badly.

If I'd been aiming at Gerald Harvey, I'd
have killed him.

You mean you meant to kill Stan
Chandler? Yes.

Why? He was a bastard!

He was a sly, deceitful, cunning
bastard.

He started the affair.

But I wanted it.

He wrecked my marriage.

He wrecked it. He got me thrown out.

Then he dropped me for that blonde cow
with her brains in her bra.

You keep still.

So you... You shot at Harvey to make us
think that he was still the target.

What does Harvey matter?

What does he matter?

I was... I was pregnant by Chandler.

And he made me have an abortion.

He was too mean to pay for a decent
doctor.

And they made a mess of me.

So he leaves me for that blonde bitch.

Then he goes back to that pathetic wife
of his until the next affair.

Only there won't be a next affair.

Not for Stan.

Did you know his wife was eight months
pregnant?

No.

He was rotten.

He was rotten.

I was obsessed with him. He was always
on my mind.

Last thing at night, first thing in the
morning.

He was always there.

So I decided to do something about it.

And do you know the most ironic thing of
all?

The second he died, I knew I was still
in love with him.

And I'm still obsessed with him.

Valerie, look, I... Get out!

Get out!

Oh.