All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s03e05 Knife

One, two, one. Now remember, pick out
your enemy and circulate. Go round

her, full of menace.

But remember, never touch, never touch.

Okay.

Good, good.

Debbie! She ain't got no rhythm, man.

I've done more dancing than you.

Come on, what's the matter? We're
supposed to be the leaders.

Look, Debbie, just watch her.

See? Feel it, Debbie.

Feel it.

Sorry, Ben.

Sorry.

Richard?

It's gone, and it doesn't matter.

Doesn't it?

Look, I asked for it.

I mean, I said no touching, and... I'm
only part -time.

Half the girls are in here because
nobody's bothered to touch them. At

school, even with a barge pole. So they
reach out.

Well, I just thought I'd report.

Ben, on your way down, drop in and see
Mrs. Featherstone.

Although she is trained, she can't quite
see how West Side Story helps.

Look, it was about control.

I mean, I've heard you often enough.

If we can't help them control themselves
in here, how the hell do we expect them

to outside? I'm not criticising.

I approve.

I'm supposed to be an archangel, but
I've had enough failures to fill the

of Commons.

Next time, touch.

Only explain what you're doing.

Nobody's told these girls much.

They've been shunned, ignored.

But they and we know that they can't
stay in a place like this all their

And you don't put shattered things
together without picking them up first.

Here, come out here a minute.

Two o 'clock. All I can see is a bunch
of so -called detectives sitting on

fannies. Now, you lot should be out.

Barrett, admin's upstairs. Now, what are
you doing? If we can go into your

office, then I'll fill you in. All
right.

Sergeant Barrett's been getting those
conspiring to rob patients. Three bloody

weeks ago that team was... Nick, why is
he still doing it now? I've been stuck

with some statements. The guy who did
some of the oboes on the bank have been

helping Kent and Sutters out on the
coast. The drugs job. You mean they've

sat on their arses in pubs and clubs
drinking with the local yokels, right?

you bell them? No. Well, then you should
have done. They could have done their

statements in their hotel rooms.

Got transport coming up to smoke every
day. What about him? He's had three days

in Crown Court, plus the Barclay card
fraud.

There are three to be lifted on that.
Well, I'm glad we'll be getting some

bodies in. I thought you lot would join
the Gurkhas. Take no prisoners.

Will you find that funny?

Eh? No, sir. This yours?

No, sir.

No, sir, that's mine. Wait.

Half twelve to the... In the line of
duty?

How's playing squash nowadays, are they?
I suppose you've got a good word to say

for him, him and him? Yes.

And what about you? You're an inspector,
you're operational, you're not

despondent. Not here, sir. Your office
or mine?

You keep up the sniggling, you'll find
yourself wearing a funny hat. When I get

back, I want this place empty.

He's not about today. You're going to
have to settle for me.

I know that you're my chief inspector,
but let's stick to the rules, shall we?

Don't slide me in front of the other
rank. I meant every word.

Know what's worse coming in? How many on
the charge sheet lately you've seen the

property store? We could sell it to
Oxfam. What's the problem?

The area on our backs? The figures speak
for themselves.

I'm beginning to wonder if we've got
eight blown detectives out there. What

you mean?

They've got nothing left in them.
They're running out of steam. They don't

paper. Licking bodies is hard enough,
but paperwork's worse. It takes days out

of you. Then they'll have to be quicker.
I want them up there on the streets.

Results out there, not perched on their
desks.

See you.

Trumpet.

Maggie, you're operational.

I'm the paper man. Now, get them out of
there and yourself.

I want those cells filled. If not, gonna
have to be changed. Right?

Sir?

Rose, you're...

Put your typewriter down a minute, love.
I've got some extra paperwork coming in

from the troops.

Yeah. Yeah, if it's over time, I'll pay.

Oh, where's the funeral?

Oh, a bollocking time.

Who from?

Jimmy, I'll take it in my office. Right,
I want everybody out. I'm confiscating

your cushions. Come on, out!

Oh, 20 million lemmings. Can't be wrong.

Well, did we win?

No. She did the male touch.

If you hadn't taken four hours over a
remand, you'd be entitled to criticise.

Very touching. You and I are on the
street.

I thought that was a purely female
occupation.

Prisoners, bodies.

Have you lost your power of arrest?

What do you mean? Ask the man.

Inspector Forbes speaking.

401 PC Newton here, ma 'am, from Victor,
November.

I'm at the Halyside Detention Centre.

I understand from Mr Burwell here that
you dealt with a girl, Deborah Richard,

couple of years ago.

She's absconded from here, ma 'am.
Between 11 .15 and 11 .30 today, ma 'am.

Pass me Mr. Burble.

Ralph,

what's happened?

Impossible. He's done it. I can imagine.
There's more locked doors in Haley's

side than Fort Knox.

You reckon she's coming out west?

Ralph?

Yes or no?

Yes.

It was about 15 months ago. Shouldn't
she have been in Holloway? Well, she has

been most of her time, but the Home
Office, due to her age, sent her here to

finish off.

You think she's coming my way?

Well, the resident psychiatric report
here suggests that she's got three main

obsessions.

Home, contact with males, and you.

I was doing my job.

You arrested her.

Thank you, Lydia.

You're in and out of the hall.

Am I going to be hung or shot?

Hang on a minute, Ralph, will you?

Jimmy, ring registry at the yard. I want
the docket on one Debbie Richard, two

years ago, Brighton Hughes.

I'm supposed to be on the street. In
order.

Date of birth?

Well, she's 16 and a half now. You work
it out. You tell them I want it

urgently. Tell them to have it in the
weights callers tray at three o 'clock.

You're the caller.

Ralph, I want an up -to -date
description. It's a long time since I've

Cops a lot of faces since then.

What do they mean?

Is it a photograph?

Yes. Can you send it?

No,

you'll do better than that.

Um, you see a duty officer. I want it up
here before you finish tonight. Any

grumbles, your DO can ring me.

Will you ask Mr. Burwell if her parents
still live at the same address, and I'll

see to them.

Okay. Ralph, I'll be in touch.

I'm too young to die.

More grief.

I've got a job running. Good. Life or
death.

Where's Bob Croft?

Try the pub.

That new cadet, he's off to the yard.
I've given him the date of birth off

He knows what to do. Oh, thanks.

Hey.

James Parrott.

Dean Street Studio.

He used to make award -winning films
like Hot Dames on Cold Slabs.

I only watch Dallas when I'm home.

I want you to get off down there. Have a
word in Mr.

Parrott's ear. Inspector, I heard you
telling the man. I've got the kiting to

wrap up.

Three tasty cunts waiting for me, little
nut. I'm sorry.

I'm knocked on the front.

I want to see Sergeant Ford.

She's an inspector.

I need, um...

up the nick and i said she was home who
are you she helped me once honey

i'm just out of where i've

been and i wanted to say thank you you
were a son yeah

can we cut the tea i'll pour

No.

I'm Sandra.

Sandra Nelson.

Well, you won't mind if I ring up.

Only we're a bit funny about people
strolling around our back gardens.

Why? Do you think I'm a liar?

She's an inspector.

And the Nick never gives private
numbers.

So?

Well, how do you know about him?

Because he's my father -in -law.

They never tell you anything, you know.
You have to look.

Will she be long?

I hope not.

I get hungry waiting.

How long you been out?

Two weeks.

Mr. Richard.

That's for his beer.

I could have married a leprechaun. I
only like Guinness.

Has Debbie been here today?

She's inside.

When did you last see her?

She wanted a pair of bright socks. that
shine in the dark. They give a standing.

So I took a tulip for Christmas.

Is she over the side?

Today?

Don't worry. If she comes here, we'll
tell you.

Sounds as if you've got much time for
her.

She's not our girl anymore.

Jack agrees. You can ask him.

She hasn't been the girl we knew for the
last three years.

She's done diabolical things.

What do you expect?

Jack?

Jack!

Jack Jones?

That's Mum, not me.

Where do you live?

Wanstead.

How did you get in?

Job.

touch her.

If your bird comes in, I'll wait in
another room.

Okay?

Okay.

Will she be long?

I haven't got a bird.

You're mum.

That depends.

I'll go and ring up.

OK.

Have you got an up -to -date photograph
of her?

No.

What?

Your daughter's over the side today.

You any idea where she might go?

We believe she has a knife.

It doesn't seem to bother you much. Oh,
look, she chose.

And what she was doing... Nadia!

I told her when she was still not even
14, you come home just once more after

midnight and you stay out. So she did.

Well, she might still come here.

She had her own flat.

Think about princesses.

Now, same size when they're born as the
kids around here.

You got the address?

No. So why are some little animals?

If you touch a baby's skin, they're all
the same.

We used to visit every fortnight at
first, but she was very violent with her

eyes. Think about it.

Then tell me.

Do you think she might go back to what
she was doing before?

I don't know.

Only thrashing don't help.

Look, if she does turn up, would you
ring that number fast?

When you visited or talked to her, did
she ever mention me? No.

What was that?

Yes, well, thanks anyway.

Sad Bert didn't even know where to.

Do you mind if I wait?

No.

Hey, she's really long.

I'll cook you a meal.

I used to have my own flat, you know.

Kitchen.

Little corridor.

William Morris curtains.

And a six -foot smoothie in the hall.

Where?

Can we play this?

If you like.

You put it on.

I don't know how to work it.

Inside, you don't keep up with... You
know, so... Will you explain it?

What were you in for?

Killing somebody.

Now what?

Take it to Walter.

Jake? Oh, uh, there's a photo being set
up from Victor November.

And a docket on your desk. Oh, God.

Uh, Croft's in there.

With your guest.

Excuse us.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Well, nature and myself have poured a
vacuum.

And besides, do you want strangers
paddling round in your drawers?

And you're in trouble.

I'm busy.

Now, look, Maggie, I know all about that
kid. She's handy with a shiv.

You've been doing too much reading.

Do you think it's wise getting involved
with her again? Now, shouldn't you hand

it over?

Mayor Tuller, you are bang on.

Ralph. Hello, Margaret.

I'm sorry if we're in the way, but there
was nothing to do back there, so I

thought I'd come looking.

This is Ben Twyford. He gives a weekly
drama cast to the girls, Inspector

Forbes.

Well, she hasn't been home.

Please, where would you start looking?

Everywhere. Look, if we are in the way,
please say... No, it's all right. It's

just that I don't want to...

Going over the same ground.

What was the address of that flat of
hers? Oh, we've been there.

It's owned by a publisher and a mail
maid.

I know. We're not even sure that she's
up here.

Did you have any close friends in the
unit?

Ones with friends or parents?

No. Checked.

They're both in trouble.

She looks so frightened.

She's two people, Margaret.

One's all smiles and eager to please.

Then the other.

I reckoned I couldn't move.

Who?

Some black trash.

What happened when you... You know.

Do you want to know about me?

Yeah.

Then ask your mum.

Well, she's near.

Ask what you want.

Well, you've got to make a deal.

What?

You don't really want to know, do you?

What have I said?

You're trying to occupy me.

Waste time till you're rescued.

What deal?

I'll tell you about me. You let me cook.

Okay.

But why should I have to be rescued?

I hate poetry.

Join the club.

Because killing people is wrong.

What's it like having a mum for a
copper?

Or having a mum.

You get funny visitors.

Like me.

What do you think she'll do, Mr Triford?

Well, to tell you the truth, I'd pinned
hopes on the flat she used to have.

Look, I'm not a psychiatrist.

But some things are so obvious, you'd be
a cretin not to see they're important.

I mean, I realise she says a lot to hide
what she thinks.

And she does things to provoke, and then
she can't accept responsibility for the

chaos afterwards.

For instance?

Well, she's always wanting to dress up.

I mean, if I ask for suggestions from
the class, ideas for improvisations, she

always wants a fancy dress party, or the
Civil War, nightclubs.

I was right.

Yet as soon as some of the others
suggest something domestic, she'd then

brilliant rundown of a family situation,
when she'd describe a flat, always the

same one.

And then she'd attack anyone who said
great idea.

What were you right about, Margaret?

About where I'm going.

Is she psychotic?

No. But she is a mess.

Come on!

You're so slow.

You couldn't even catch a dose.

We got eggs, eggs, eggs. Eggs or
omelette?

Omelette.

Well, I eat cheese. That's off.

So it'll have to be egg omelette.

Here you go.

One bowl, please.

Up there?

You're just like my dad.

What does he do?

Thought and pepper.

He makes beer.

Or he hands out belt -ins.

Advice, do this, do that.

He can't even get a job.

He's done that.

Then he gets pissed and he hates
everybody.

Especially me.

But you like it.

Who likes yours?

You said.

What about this deal then?

You've got love?

Mum uses Marge.

Make that work.

I wish we had chillies.

Or peppers and mushrooms.

I can cook.

I'm really good when I've got the right
materials.

Do you like me socks?

Sorry,

darling. That's me some other time.

gotten something.

What?

If you're not too hungry, can I have my
sergeant back?

Thank you.

Now, while I slip into my gown, you can
bring my car around, and you're coming

with me. No more excuses about overwork.

Shall I come too?

No, not where I'm going.

You'll have to make promises or threats
that you won't be able to hear.

Are you coming back tonight?

No, I'll keep on looking.

Well, if you find her, ring here. If
not, and you want a bed, you know where

are. Yes.

I think there's still a lot of things to
talk about.

Take care.

Goodbye, Mr Twyford, and thank you.
Don't worry, we'll find her.

Cheers, love.

So I stayed out.

I was never on the game, never.

The prosecution tried to say that in the
court, but they was malicious.

What photograph?

What do you think?

What age was you when you looked at
stuff like that?

So? What's the bloody difference? You
looking at me or my looking out at you?

I'm not attacking you. Well, I am.

Would you like some more tea?

It's all right.

I said a deal.

I'll keep it.

You don't have to.

Only that... malt... found me through
the magazines.

Kept trying to get me on it.

Trying, trying.

Presence caught.

He followed me around everywhere,
smiling like a daft puppy.

Then the bastard found my flat.

I don't know how he got in, but I didn't
want him in there.

It was like dirt on the floor.

So?

I didn't want him in there, right?

So I said yes.

We went out into this mews.

He... He put his hand under my hair.

So I stabbed him.

My mum keeps cactuses.

Do you smoke?

No.

Do you do anything?

No.

Do you think I'm pretty?

Very?

Quite?

Or almost?

Sometimes.

And I like the socks.

When?

When you cook.

Older men fancy me.

About my dad's age.

Does that hurt you when I say that?

Yes, a bit.

I hurt everybody.

Been to Iford.

Mr. Burwell.

Most of all, me.

You can't go in like that.

Mr. Paris.

It's the film.

Hey! I'll get cold now.

There is film.

Bad luck.

Inspector.

Not too close. She's only human.

Brought your son with you, have you?

Half hour or the full whack.

She's back in circulation. Has she been
in touch?

Don't know the face.

Yes, you do.

Two years old.

Leave it out. I've got six different
girls a week. They come, they go.

His name was Sandra.

Sandra Nelson.

You were mentioned in court.

I thought she was inside.

Not anymore.

I don't hear the shutters working.

She was in one of your mags.

You've got any daughters?

Nobody gets touched in here.

Well, if she does turn up, you're going
to ring us, aren't you?

Come on. Look, they're all legit. You'll
ring.

Because if you don't, there's a small
offence.

Harbouring. Take my word for it. I'll be
round here.

Inspector, I have always been straight
with the law.

And you've passed record, Mr. Parris. I
would say that was doubtful.

Where now?

Still walking.

What does that tattoo stand for?

You're a liar.

Well, so are you, remember?

You knew all the time.

You knew she was on late stuff or some
stupid thing like that.

You never told me.

It's unfair.

You're not the centre of things.

Oh, that's very sensitive.

You think I'm mad, don't you? Look,
nobody's keeping you here. You can go

time you want. Leave a number and I'll
tell Mum.

You don't get me like that.

Like what?

Leave a number.

Look, I think you're a very nice, bouncy
person, but it's you who want to see

her.

Excuse me

Sandra

Sandra

It's funny.

Run. Must be the day for losing people.

No, there was this girl. She came to see
Mum to thank her.

Sandra.

Sandra who?

Nelson.

Sandra Nelson.

Ah, listen.

Just had a call concerning one J -pass.
Now, what are you doing visiting

pornographers? You mean you're
complaining?

No, but obscene publications are.

Coppers watching coppers. What's going
on? Stick around, Sergeant.

Well, due respect, sir, I've still got
two meets tonight. For the first time in

this man's outfit, I'm taking paperwork
home now. I can't pedal my bike any

harder. Hang about.

Now, listen, you know it's touchy. It's
all uniforms now. CIV's out.

I told you, I've got a job running.

Well, so tell me again. What's your line
of inquiry?

This girl, she escaped from Hayley's
fire today. I arrested her two years

Well, what about this?

Uniforms will pick her up. She was in a
secure unit.

She's carrying a knife.

She doesn't like home men or me.

How long have you known about this?

Seven, eight hours. There are 150 men on
every 24 hours in the West End, walking

the streets, looking at faces. She's
after me. I'm talking about you. Bob

said you needed help.

On instructions, I have been out there.

You didn't think it'd necessarily get
stuff covered?

To tell that 150 men we're looking
for... How many of your snouts have you

Seven. Seven.

There are 14 other CID officers here
with contacts. They're busy. They've got

their own trays to empty.

I'm having you covered day and night.

Sergeant Fenton. Are you sure you can
spare him? I can't spare you.

Four other Knicks cover chunks of this
manor. No doubt you haven't told them

either.

D .I. Forbes.

Oh, hello, Steve. Hang on a minute, will
you, love?

Now, look, I'm passing the yard. I'll
have enough copies of this to swamp the

West End first thing tomorrow.

Sir, come with me, Sergeant.

Hello, love. Look, I'm sorry I haven't
been back.

Mr Burwell thinks I ought to tell you.

A girl called Debbie's been here all
evening.

Only I didn't know that was her name.

She said she wanted to thank you.

Anyway, she's shut off.

You've been a very lucky boy.

I'm coming straight back.

Don't let anyone in.

Right, our lady's been to my place.

No, I'm going back.

I want you to have a look at the
parish's dump and check the hot dog

the chestnut cellars, if it's nothing.

I'll get as much as this lot cleared out
tomorrow morning.

Right, we're on the trot from 11 onwards
when all good ladies are up and about.

My brief is to stick with you day and
night. Jimmy, there are two men sleeping

at my house already tonight. Three would
be a crowd.

May I be at the prison department?

Yes, she does.

I'll be back anyway.

Bye -bye.

Anything?

No sign, no call.

I'm still being third -degreed. Oh,
Maggie.

I used to wonder how she went about
extracting confessions. Look, if I'm

about me, I'm more than worried about
you.

Nothing else. Well, one thing's for
certain, you're not staying here today.

She won't come back. Who can you stay
with?

I mean it.

Brian. All right, you get ready and I'll
drop you there on my way in. Can I

finish this first?

You got any more ideas?

Well, her saying that she got your
address, my file, now it's impossible,

she might have seen as my death diary. I
do keep addresses in there.

Why mine?

Christmas card.

Steve, you haven't got time for that.

Anagram.

No, it isn't.

Peerless Mansion, 5, 2 and 7.

House of Commons.

Do you know what those letters in our
wrist meant?

No idea.

Maybe it's an elephant.

Can't be, there's only one vowel.

Who used to say it?

M -A -D, mum and dad.

Down with?

No.

Death to mum and dad?

She wouldn't hurt anybody.

Well, well, well.

Three little holes in the ground.

We have a dosser.

What do you want?

Missing it all, are we?

What do you want, Debbie?

A fag.

Here.

The old bills are for you.

Photos. The lot.

It's my duty.

As an upright citizen, just tell the
inspector.

I quite fancied you with your hair
short.

Look, I've got the Photographic Society
coming here at 12 o 'clock or 3 o

'clock. You're going to stay here all
day, because I don't want that.

I do not like little girls who talk
about me in court.

And I definitely do not like my premises
broke into.

So, I reckon the best thing I can do is
keep the streets clean to get you off my

hands.

Right? Now, do you hear?

Then

I'd

better get down. No, hold, hold. Why
not?

No, with obscene publications probably
sitting off, this calls for a little

diplomacy.

Damn.

What did he tell the governor?

No, Mr Russell was down at the yard for
a briefing on next weekend's little

nonsense and collecting photos.

Good. Everybody's on.

What are you doing with that mangle? I
told you, night and day with Inspector

Forbes. She's due in, sir.

We didn't finish till midnight last
night.

Bob Croft's gone down to Jimmy Parak's
club. He's just had a visit from the

little lady we were looking for. She's
starved it.

That?

Got it in his cash hands.

He'll live.

You on the bell?

Yeah.

Get these down to uniform early turn.
Put in enough for the late turn and

shift. Yes.

Ready? She's been busy.

What?

Reserve.

Reserve. D .I. Croft at the studio, Dean
Street. Get the following out on the

radio. Wanted for grievous bodily harm
at 10 .17 hours today. Deborah Richard,

alias Sandra Nelson.

You'll get her description, date of
birth, etc. from DS Fenton up at the

Last seen wearing... Oh, grey jeans, a
sheepskin coat and a blue blouse. Grey

jeans, sheepskin coat and a blue blouse.
And that's dirty a bit.

Is around with a knife and dangerous. To
be approached with caution. Do not

approach without assistance.

Right, give me half an hour. I'll have
every face up west looking for her.

She'll go places you lot don't know
about.

You're whining.

Cutting me is okay, but thieving...

You do not rub your own. Come on, you're
going to help me. I'm bleeding.

It's a ratepayer's card. I'm not worried
about the uphold.

There's nobody here. Where's Parrish
gone?

Where, darling?

With your law.

He wouldn't even let me finish Jimmy's
hand.

When did it happen?

Did you find a knife?

She's still got it with her. And that
little bitch took our float.

She'd better not show round here.

You know what he's like about money. He
told your mate she's finished up here.

He hasn't had time to put the word out
on her yet. Oh, don't worry.

He will. Where did Inspector Croft go? I
don't know.

They've got the knife.

Where? Strap them.

How?

She's going home.

He was a good bloke. We was going to do
everything.

Just a taste.

Show you I'm not all forgetting people.

There you go.

Acme keg.

Be lucky.

To Debbie.

Not you, Mrs Richard?

Yeah, she fancies ballet.

I like the hammers.

She's Chinese.

I'm Vindaloo.

Mr. Richard. We've always been like
that.

Wallpaper.

Emulsion.

She wanted three.

I had enough with one.

This is not strictly my job.

You make me angry.

I'm supposed to be back running Haley's
side, not looking after one lost sheep.

How dare you?

I don't like my husband much, but
sometimes I agree with him.

One was enough.

Your doctors say she's not ill, so she
must be doing it on purpose. I could see

that when she was here.

I've told you. I've told everybody.

We had to put up with a lot from her.

We tried.

All right, she might have been quicker
than us, but that's no excuse.

She wouldn't listen.

I cried in the early days, chatted once,
but still she went her way.

I've held her, locked her up, argued
with her, taken her out, bribed.

And don't forget, she came out of me.

We have to live here.

We keep a good home.

Then one day there's enough, and now I
don't want to know.

I think my husband's mad, and maybe I
am.

But we haven't got much time left, have
we?

I'm not a saint like you. If that's how
you want to fill up your life, you get

on with it. I'd rather be in Majorca.

There are times when I could have killed
her.

Mrs. Richard.

If she heard that, she'd laugh.

She laughs a lot too much, if you ask
me. Have you ever thought of laughing

her? When I'm crying?

Yes.

Yes?

Mrs. Richard, this is Detective Sergeant
Fenton.

Ralph?

I'm here about the tattoo.

Look, I've got work in 20 minutes.

Mr. Richard, your daughter is in serious
trouble.

He always is.

Nadiel.

You mean it!

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Your boy's name's Dick?

Yes.

He's nice.

Why did you stab me and touch me?

Where am

I

going?

Hey, Lisa.

Not with you.

We'll be seeing you.

Why?

If you'd just run away, it would have
been all right.

But you did fathom.

You did burgle, and you did things.

She deserved it.

Mine.

Don't you?

But you won't be working up west again.

Before that, you need help.

Don't you?

I need advice.

Thanks. And I belong.

Yes. Madame in a good mood downstairs.

What? Your young Debbie.

To hear what she's charged with.

Oh, she's, uh, not here.

Back in Hayneside.

Well, GBH burglary theft. One statement
compliments of Mr. James Paris.

We are supposed to get bodies.

Would you remember?

I don't see anything here about touching
a juvenile.

What, with her record? He was very
clever with his hands.

That's why I nearly lost one.

If it comes to court, that's what the
defence counsel will tell the court.

Better luck.