All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s03e11 Vigil

Amanda. What?

Please.

Let's row about it.

No, don't let's.

No.

Amanda, it's not very easy to carry on a
conversation when you won't even look

at me.

Well, let's not carry it on then.

Yes, and up yours too, Joseph.

Now, another thing, this new WPC coming
in on attachment, she's shown up yet?

Not yet, no, sir. Well, if and when she
does condescend to put in an appearance,

would you ask her if she could spare the
time to have a great work with him?

I do.

All right, now, look, listen to me.

I am a very rough and very nasty
policeman.

On the other hand, my friend here is a
very kind and gentle policeman.

And he usually exerts a restraining
influence on me, but there are times

not even he can stop me getting very
unpleasant indeed.

Now, do you understand that?

Oh, I do, yes.

So, well, right then, now it's down to
you.

Either you tell us what we want to know,
or believe me, you'll wish you'd never

been brought here.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Ah, um, Jeanette, is it?

Annette. Yeah, I thought you told us
your name was Jennifer.

It is sometimes.

I think most of all I like Susan, Beth,
though I feel that's much more mean.

What are you here for, Sergeant? In
connection with inquiries regarding £200

taken from a man's wallet last night, ma
'am.

Look, I wouldn't waste his time too much
if I were you, Annette.

He's a nice, gentle chap, but if he
hands you over to his friend Sergeant

there, now, he can be a very nasty piece
of work.

He can't be as nasty as I can, ma 'am.

What?

Oh.

He can't, definitely not. In fact,
there's not much to choose between

them. Not when they really get angry.

Constable. Stay in this room.

She's not to be left on her own with
them.

Keeps her figure well, you know, doesn't
she?

Oh, I'm sorry. May I interrupt? No, no,
no, no, no. Detective Inspector Forbes,

Mrs Scott, Mr Lever. They're here to
make a complaint.

Their car was attacked in Farvingale
Mews last night.

Their car?

Mine, actually.

You mean it was damaged when it was
parked there?

We were sitting in it at the time,
talking.

I see now. What exactly did they do?

Smash the windscreen with a metal pipe.

Is that all?

All?

Oh, did they attack you, Dr. Roberts?
No, just ran off.

They? How many were they? Oh, sorry,
just one.

We have a description? We couldn't see
anything about them at all.

They had a black hood on.

Mrs. Scott, is it?

Well, so?

All right.

Twenty minutes late on your first day.
What sort of start's that?

I'm extremely sorry, sir. I took the
liberty of having my refreshment break

the way, so I could carry on when I got
here without interruption.

Did you?

Where is it you're from, precisely?

Old Burley Street. Old Burley Street,
yeah. Well, I'd like to make it plain to

you, I don't have to have you around
here if I don't want you. Is that

understood? Yes, sir. Off you go. Report
to Detective Inspector Forbes.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and constable.

You'll find things a bit different round
here to old Burley Street where there's

not just a lot of pretty faces.

No.

I can tell that, sir.

So, neither of you has the faintest idea
at all that it could possibly... I

don't know why you keep going on and on
about it. I told you no. So what time

did you say it was? Half past eleven
about. Perhaps a bit before. You didn't

report it last night. You waited until
today.

We went back to Mr. Lever's flat, right?
We were very upset.

We had a drink. We were talking about
it.

Look, I really don't think our private
life should come into this.

I haven't asked you anything about your
private life, Mr Scott. Name Jonathan

Horton mean anything?

No. No.

Well, he's a man who lives at number 14,
Farthingale Muse.

And he's phoned to say that he was
looking through his first floor sitting

window just before 11 .30 last night and
saw the attack on your car take place.

And he says he has a clear view of the
person who did it and can give us a very

good description.

It's that ex -colonel sort of chap. He
came out and asked... Did we want him to

phone the police? Oh, I think that was
something that you forgot to mention

you were telling me about it earlier,
didn't you? Look, I don't know what I

mentioned. I was far too upset by the
whole thing, you know?

In any case, he couldn't possibly give
you a description. We've told you. The

person had a hood over his head. Maybe
he took the hood off you. Amanda, I'm

sorry, but if you're not going to say
anything, I am.

Honey, don't think that's the end of it.

Your boss told you not to waste time.

Ah, you.

This is me, best of all.

Excuse me, if I give you Detective
Inspector Forbes. Oh, sorry, love.

You're not Sir Robert Mark, by any
chance, are you?

Could you tell me where I might find
him, please?

Well, let's go round the building, have
a look. No, I'm sorry to have to tell

you, love, there's no such fellow as
Detective Inspector Forbes.

Oh, come on. Who shall I say?

WBC Ruth Whittaker.

Detective Sergeant Jake Barrett, 56,
married, five lovely children.

Very expensive hairpiece.

Detective Sergeant Jimmy Benton, 26,
unmarried, owned sports car.

One of the few really bright prospects
on the force.

Prospects for what?

Ah.

The eye force.

Ah. Well, we could have spent quite a
bit of time on that, couldn't we, Mrs

Scott? So when was your husband actually
released from the scrubs, then?

The week before last.

On the Tuesday, I think. And so far he
hasn't tried to get in touch with him,

not in any way. He doesn't know how.

He doesn't know she's in my family. We
should be checking it.

We thought he did.

We should be checking it anyway, but
what sort of previous record has he got?

Well, you know better than I do.

Robbery with violence.

GBH.

Yeah, and it's Michael Bernard Scott?
Yes. Date of birth?

25th of June, 46, I think, or 47.

Last time you saw your husband, Mr
Scott, was when?

I went to visit him about a month before
he was due out.

I told him...

As far as I was concerned, we were
finished.

I was going to start the steps for a
divorce. You told him about you and Mr.

Lever? No, I didn't.

Not stupid, though, you know. I think I
might have guessed it was someone.

But he seemed to take it quite well, you
thought?

Yes, I think he'd been expecting it.

I hadn't been writing much in the last,
well, year, I suppose.

He just said, yes, all right, Amanda,
that's what you really want.

Yeah, he was a bit too quiet about it.
Right, well, we'll get the eyewitness

report. And if it was your husband, Mrs
Scott, would you be prepared to press

charges, Mr Levert, as the owner of the
damaged car? Oh, yes.

I suppose.

Oh, can I be of any assistance to you,
young lady?

WPC Ruth Whittaker, sir.

D .I. Forbes, sir.

Alas, no, I'm D .I. Croft.

Look, D .I. Forbes might be a wee while
yet. How about coming to the canteen,

quick up a seat, please? No, thank you,
sir.

I've already had my refreshment break.

Oh, Keely. Good.

Right, well, any time. Anything you want
to know.

Thank you, sir.

They did mention your name to me at Old
Burley Street.

Oh, good.

Fine. Well, cheers. Just now.

Who's the glamorous young creature,
then?

Look at that WPC waiting over there. Oh,
sorry, sir. I didn't notice anyone.

Hello. Yeah, all right. On your toes.
You, this man, Jonathan something, 14

Farthingale Muse, says he wants to tell
somebody about an incident he saw last

night involving someone frightening a
couple in a parked car. So go see him.

Have a chat.

This is the man most likely responsible.

Came out of the... He'll call you back.

A man, most likely responsible, came out
of Wormwood Scrubs a couple of weeks

ago, and it was his wife that was
sitting in the car with another man. So,

on to CRO, get his life story, then
let's have him in. Yeah, he's a GBH

merchant, robbery with violence. So,
watch your step.

Yeah, and both of you, when you get
back, go and put your names down for an

appointment. Get your eyes tested.

Oh, Mr Rathke's given you to me.

Harry, what am I supposed to do with
you?

Anything at all would be valuable, ma
'am.

Oh, how's that?

My previous posting.

Well, it wasn't a very busy station and
I didn't get much experience of anything

except... I didn't get much experience
at all, ma 'am.

Except?

Well, I was going to say, except being
chatted up and whistled at.

Oh, I see. And you're not used to that,
of course.

No, ma 'am.

Yes, well, um... Ruth, isn't it?

Yes, well, I can't promise you won't be
chatted up and whistled at here, but

you'll have to learn to live with it.

We're usually quite busy. I'm sure I can
find enough for you to do.

Thank you, ma 'am.

And outside, Ruth, you can drop the man.

Yes, ma 'am. Thank you, ma 'am.

Oh, and Ruth, all they are, you know,
men, is just little boys with money.

Yes, ma 'am.

Which do you prefer, Inspector, medium
or dry?

Oh, medium, thank you, sir, and just a
very small one.

And actually, I'm a sergeant, Mr.
Horton, not an inspector.

Oh.

Ah, well, you still always have to be
NCOs, don't they? Couldn't get on

them, eh?

Here, sit down. Oh, thank you, sir.

I was a lieutenant commander myself.

Oh, cheers, then, commander.

Cheers, sergeant.

Right, sir.

If you'd like to tell me your story, in
your own words.

At 11 .30 last night, or thereabouts...
Thank you, sir. I'm not going to take

down verbatim.

I'll just make a few notes of the main
points as you go along.

Then afterwards, if you don't mind,
we'll go back to the station and see if

can identify who you saw by looking
through a few photos.

Oh, yes, Sergeant. Yes, of course, by
all means. Well, then.

By the way, do you by any chance know
Assistant Commissioner Shelduck? Oh,

Shelduck? Yes, I do, sir, and I'm very
well. I often have a jar or two to go at

the end of a hard day. Teddy? His name's
Richard. We were at school together.

Ah, well, then, no, sir, it can't be the
same one.

The only assistant commissioner I know
is definitely Teddy Sheldon.

I said commissioner, Sergeant, not
commissioner.

Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

All right, then, Mickey lad, we are
still waiting. Half past eleven last

I've told you, we're at home watching a
telly.

Arsenal. Horrible. Wicked.

Terrible. Yeah, now listen, I am not
being funny. No, neither am I. Nothing

funny about Arsenal, mate. You know,
they've got about as much idea of

as Injun Brackett ever carpentry. Don't
push your luck, son. It's his team.

Oh, then God bless you. You certainly
need it.

Farthingale Muse. You never heard of it,
I suppose.

What is it? An aristocratic kitten?
Right, who was with you?

Watching the film?

Well, a bird.

Friend Bimper Earl wouldn't have been
watching it, would I? She's an Arsenal

supporter. Name?

Diana, Marjorie, something like that.
Oh, and of course, where she is now, you

wouldn't know, would you? Yeah, of
course I know where she is. She's back

play. She wasn't there when we lifted
you. No, she went out to the shops to

called jets.

Have

you

been working since you came out of the
scrubs?

No.

I haven't.

Yeah, and that's down to the government,
that is. You know, me and them don't

see eye to eye about their present
policies, not one bit, not at all. And I

you this, next time I shall not be
voting for them. You didn't vote for

last time, you were in the next. So
therefore I'm entirely blameless for the

present situation, right?

You didn't vote for them, did you? All
right, all right, all right, never mind

all that. Now this girl, no, this bird,
of course she spent all night at the

flat with you and she'll swear you never
set foot outside it. I shall think so,

because I didn't. Could be a long day
here for you, Mickey.

Don't I know it.

On the other hand, Mickey, we wouldn't
like it said that we were always on the

backs of fellas who'd just come out of
prison. Why not? You are. No, we're not.

We're going to prove it to you. Once
you've made your statement, you can go

home.

Oh, yeah, I get it. Well, I've been
here, you've been round the flat and

it up with stolen gear. Oh, come on,
Mickey. You've got all bitter and

while you've been inside, haven't you?

You're as free as a bird. It's just a
formality, a statement.

Yes, this is Larson.

Jake. Excuse me, please, sir.

Can you give Mickey Scott's picture a
second look?

Yeah, Mickey seems to have an alibi.

Well, once I've got his statement, I'll
check it out.

Ah.

Hmm.

Well, they are person -looking people
about, aren't they?

It's paint.

Red paint from an aerosol can.

Sprayed in her face. Nice.

Badly damaged, this one? Yeah, some of
it went in her eyes.

Hospital's irrigating them. So she'll
probably start seeing a bit in a few

time. Farthingale Mews will be getting
itself a reputation, sir.

Hmm. Property will not keep its value
up. This sort of thing goes on. There

an incident there the night before, too.

Well, what sort of incident? A courting
couple in a car. Somebody put a piece of

scaffold in the back of their
windscreen.

Who? Same person?

Well, if it is and it isn't our first
suspect, you might have had personal

reasons. I'm going to sound like your
ordinary straightforward nutter. You

to organise some surveillance? It won't
be worth a try, just for a night or two.

Right, now, what's beginning to look
like a big jewellery swindle might even

lead to a few days' trip to the Far
East.

Either of you two lads interested?

What part of the Far East?

Lower stuff.

I'll be no use to you, Gov. I can't
speak the language.

Right, go to night school, learn it,
improve yourself, because it's yours.

Right, next.

Lois Stott. Yes, the constable did give
us your name. Thank you, sir.

How many nights of sisters did I get?
Yes, sisters, you've been most helpful,

and we are very grateful to you.

Yes, Mr Horton, I...

Yeah, yeah, we'll send someone around to
you just as soon as we can. Thank you,

sir. Goodbye.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Just
a minute, laddie. Oh, promise my auntie

I'll buy a new pair of cycle clips. Ah,
well, that was your friend, Mr. Horton.

Wants to tell someone what he saw last
night.

Oh, really?

Oh, when, yeah.

Yeah, I went last time. When where?

Down at Horton's flat to take a
statement.

Uh, sorry, I've fixed up to have a drink
with Ruth at last time.

Ruth? Ruth who?

Ruth? Here now, you listen to me, sonny.

We've got a nice, unspoiled, fresh study
PC here. Don't want any of your grovel

marks all over it. All right, all right,
all right, just a minute.

Dissension in the station, disruption of
comradeship.

Sounds to me as though what this girl
really needs is protection. So, you'd

better keep well clear, right?

The Icroft.

Yeah.

You, Fenton.

Or... Yeah.

What she wanted to talk to me about was
how she could get to know you. When?

That's it, then. You'll take care of
that, yes?

Right. Oh, Maggie, the new addition, WPC
Whitaker, no problem, sir? She's

settling in all right?

Yes, she's only been here five minutes.

Yeah, well, I presume you know why she's
here.

Yes, well, there's usually only one
reason why someone is transferred from

station to another at 24 hours' notice.

Yeah, you know any of the people at Old
Burley Street? No, not really.

Well, Superintendent...

Old enough to be a father, certainly old
enough to know better. He's been seeing

her outside of office hours.

Smart lunches, dinners, Chelsea, all
that sort of rubbish.

So he's been told to knock it on ahead
and smartish.

Two days later, they've been seen having
dinner together somewhere in Hampstead.

So within the hour, I get a telephone
call, she's being transferred here.

I mean, all I want to say on the subject
is keep an eye on her, yes?

Yes, sir.

Oh, by the way, those attacks last
night... Yeah, hang on a minute.

I'm going to leave it to you. Anything
you think best, right?

Right. Sorry, go on.

He what? He coughed a lot.

The lady said she'd like to talk to you
personally, ma 'am.

He's still here.

Are you still keeping him? Who?

Mickey, my husband.

Oh, have you seen him? Please don't play
games.

I know as soon as we'd gone, you'd have
been out there looking for him, straight

round to the flat. Look, Mrs Scott, why
don't you sit down?

Yes, we have had him in for questioning.
But you had to let him go.

Well, you see, Mrs Scott, if we don't
have... That witness's description was

nothing like good enough. Look, I'm
sorry, Mrs Scott, but if we don't have

enough to go on... I knew it wasn't him.

I don't remember you being quite as
positive as that. He's not a vindictive

person at all.

Oh, I know you'd think he would be with
the sort of record he's got.

But towards me and the children, he's
never been anything other than kind and

gentle.

Shows you how deceptive appearances can
be, doesn't it?

I'll abide him too, I suppose.

Huh? The bird?

Oh, come on.

You got a bird there at the flat with
him, hadn't you?

Said they watched the telly all evening
and then they went to bed.

And she'll swear he never set foot out
of there till 8 o 'clock next morning.

Look, Mrs... I've been married to him
for ten years. I'm quite used to the

birds. And he knows I'm not exactly a
saint when he's inside, either.

Look.

The phone's been cut off at his flat.

Now, I don't want to go round there.

You look as though I were trying to make
trouble.

Could you somehow get a message to him
for me?

Message? What sort of message?

Well, I'd just like him to know it
wasn't through me he got pulled in.

And I've some photographs of the
children.

Recent ones in the school uniform, if
you'd like to see them.

My God.

Mrs Scott, write to him. Look, all I'm
saying is, could you somehow have

tell him I'll be in a pub called The
Pheasant in Vine Street tonight, eight o

'clock.

If you'd like to see the pictures of the
children in the school uniform.

Ten years, in and out of prison.

Birds, fellas, you've had...

Well, how would someone like you know?

Don't you say that pub was called?

And I'm not making any promises.

You're quite sure?

Quite sure, sir. Thank you, sir.

Sit down, please.

Um, what happened to your colleague?

The one who came to see me yesterday?

Oh, he's a bit tied up in another case
at the moment, sir.

But he sends you his regards.

Thank you.

Well, I understand that you witnessed
another incident last night, sir, just

outside here.

Not through the window, exactly like it
was with the other one, no.

But I can only have missed it by a
couple of seconds.

I was downstairs, just opening my front
door for Tompkins, when this chap went

rushing past.

And then I saw the woman on the ground.
Well, behind me, on.

Tompkins being the cat?

Yes. Nice animal.

I don't know where he is at the moment.
Somewhere.

Tompkins? Tompkins?

Anyway.

Now, this is not a very brave thing to
have to admit, I'm afraid, but I didn't

go and try and help the woman. In fact,
I rushed back up here in order to phone

the police.

And I was just picking up the receiver
when I looked out of the window and I

a policeman already there.

Foot patrol, who happened to be passing,
I gather, purely by chance.

Well, naturally, I went down to him
straight away to see if he required any

help, which, unfortunately, he did.

Unfortunately?

When someone's in trouble, you don't
think about things like that at the

do you?

Well, it's like we owe you a new suit,
sir.

I expect it'll dry clean all right.

and also quite a good pair of boots.

I'll take them with me. We'll get them
sorted out.

Now, this man who dashed past you just
as you opened the door for the cat, did

you get a clear view of him?

There's a street lamp on the wall over
there, just, oh, two yards away, not

more. Now, I didn't have even a moment's
hesitation.

It was the same man that I saw running
away after the attack on the car.

Only that time, of course, I saw him
through the window.

Right.

Well, I'm sorry to have to bother you
again.

Well, what else can I say?

Oh, nothing else. Just the same again.

Ah.

Tall.

Well, fairly tall.

Slender. Almost thin.

Well -preserved fifties or so.

Dark hair.

Receding. Cut quite neatly.

Clean -shaven.

A bit of a slightly pointed chin.

Can't think of anything else, really.

What was he wearing?

I don't know. Um, well, a coat, I think.

Definitely not a hat.

And certainly nothing like anyone you
showed me a picture of in your files.

Then suddenly brought his hand from
behind his back and aimed the thing

at my face.

My first thought it was acid or
something. It completely blinded me.

I thought, oh, my God, that's my face
gone forever or something.

I don't remember much after that.

Question, can you describe what he
looked like?

Answer, no, dear, I've no idea.

There was then a pause, and she then
said, no, I didn't see his face, only

sort of eyes staring.

I think he'd got a mask on.

The ward sister then came in and said,
in her opinion, she thought the patient

should be discouraged from talking any
further, and I left the cubicle at 13

.05.

Hmm. Well, I did well.

However, go back and have another chat
with him. See if you can remember some

more. After you've had time to think
about it.

Jimmy, read out Horton's description,
will you, Jake?

Check it with the one he gave you.

Tall, slender, almost thin.

Probably in his 50s. Mid to late 50s.

Dark hair, receding, cut short.

Hearted, clean -shaven, slightly pointed
chin.

Dark eyes, dark hair, neatly brushed, no
beard or moustache, as far as I could

tell. And Tompkins.

Tompkins?

Oh, yeah, his cat.

You interviewed his cat?

Oh, I've got his description.

What, is it on the wanted list? Is it a
suspected cat? All right, enough!

Enough!

It's all, isn't it? What? Well, there's
this bloke, goes around attacking

people, wearing a hood so you can't see
his face, and then apparently,

immediately he's done it, he rips the
hood off, runs away, so that anybody

seeing him will immediately be able to
describe him.

Well, he probably can't run with the
hood on.

Or he thinks he'll frighten anybody who
sees him.

Sorry, just an idea.

How much do you have to drink at
lunchtime?

I don't know.

Oh, yeah, look, I'm sorry. I meant to
explain. I couldn't make it.

Nick, what?

Honestly, the deceit and corruption the
police... All right, where do we go from

here? Well, why don't we just do
nothing, wait and see what happens?

It's two minor incidents.

Well, all right, two nights in
succession, but that could be sheer

I said it might be worth a night or two
of surveillance. You said it might be.

He just nodded. I've just decided it is.
Mr Houghton's most upset at the way the

area's declined. All right, I'll get a
couple of the lads to take an extra turn

or two through there all night. I was
thinking of something a bit more

enterprising. I'd be very willing to
volunteer, ma 'am, if there's any

opportunity. Yes.

Well, Ruth... Hey, now, wait, wait a
minute. I know I'm getting old and

and slow on the uptake, but are you
suggesting... What have we got to lose?

mean, a woman, a partner in her own
little life.

Now, look, are you really going to let
this poor young... I didn't say that.

Now, I've got another job for her.

No, I was thinking of somebody a bit
more sophisticated and glamorous

You know, the kind of woman that men
can't seem to keep away from. Oh, yeah.

Like who?

Well, you lads game to give it a try?

Oh, sure.

Well, Ruth, thanks again, but another
time, OK? Instead, though, do you happen

to know a pub called The Pheasant in
Vine Street? Do you fancy an hour or two

there tonight?

Yes, ma 'am, I'm sure I'd enjoy it. It
might be interesting, it might not. It

all depends, really, whether someone
decides to go.

I'll fill you in with the details later,
OK?

You know, I thought I was getting old.

I think you're losing your... You don't
think I'm going to get any offers, do

you? All right, why don't you put your
money where your mouth is? A quid a

punter, OK?

Yeah, all right, you're on.

Hey, no, wait a minute, though. How will
I know?

I'm not going to be there.

Yeah, neither will they be, except
around the corner.

I think I'd be dishonest about a thing
like that.

50p each.

Oh, flattery.

Zulu to four. Nothing to report.

Thank you, Zulu.

Yeah, well, it's on.

Thanks.

Believe me.

Yeah, I do believe you.

It was this bloke.

He started blabbering to them about you
just having come out.

He's frightened, aren't you?

He's frightened of me.

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

Educated sort of bloke, is he?

Well? Well.

Oh, I see. That's why I prefer him, is
it? So you do prefer him?

Yeah.

What is he?

What's he do?

An accountant.

Come on.

Here, serve.

Do you want another?

Yeah, all right.

If you like.

Oh,

are

you gorgeous? All right.

Yes, thank you.

Stud you up, is he?

No. It's just that I'm a bit early,
that's all.

I'll tell you what. I'll have a seat and
get rid of my sister, all right?

Well, now, how's your daughter getting
on?

Let's see. What is she?

26?

27 now?

45. Just a bit younger than you.

I'll tell you what.

Her feet never get any smaller, do they?

Zulu. Come in, please.

Yes, this is Cobra.

Cobra, could you keep clear, please?

Zulu, you there?

Is that you, 01?

It's not 01, this is 04.

Zulu. Cobra here, can you hear me, 01?

Oh, that'll help.

All right, all right. No problem.

How's Zulu?

Where do they make these things anyway,
Japan?

Lewisham.

Oh, that's near Hull too, I suppose,
isn't it? That direction.

Yeah, when are you going to Lewistop
then?

I'm not.

I've already nicked the key there.

Zulu?

Zulu to port.

Nice and cheap.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I'm still waiting. Go on.

No, you stay looking at me.

Now, again, what were you doing? Why
were you there? I've told you. I was

walking through on my way home. Why did
you approach me?

Out of politeness, feeling you'll
recognize me. You are going to be in big

trouble, Mr. Lever, if you don't do
better. I've told you, a couple of hours

later, something else happened near
there.

What?

Look, I can only go on saying it.

Amanda, Mrs. Scott, she'll confirm what
time I got back to the flat.

Where had you been before you came up
and spoke to me?

A walk.

To see a friend.

Who?

Name.

Jonathan Horton, 14, Farthingale News.

He said, look at her. Look at that
policewoman down there pretending to be

tart.

We watched her from the window.

You went to see Mr Horton? What for?

I thought you said you didn't know him.

Now, we're going to be asking him
anyway, Mr Lever, aren't we? So save us

Make it true. Look, all...

All I asked him was, would he think some
more about the man he saw attacking us

at the car we were in?

Would he think over the description?
Yeah, make it sound a bit more like

Scott. Amanda, she's terrified of him.

Oh,

you shouldn't have done, but they're
lovely, thank you.

I can smell things quite a bit now.

Have you got anything more you can tell
me today, please?

Have you remembered anything else?

No, no, no. No, just a tall man.

Please, will you ask them? They won't
tell me.

If I'll ever be able to see them.

Yes, of course.

And do you want me to tell you what they
say?

Yes.

A fractured skull and concussion, but
she's regained consciousness and she'll

probably survive. But it's no thanks to
us, is it?

17 -year -old girl, struck over the head
with a shovel from behind, nearly

killed. It sounds worse where it will
do, won't it?

When the press got hold of the fact that
there was a police watch there only a

few hours earlier?

Yes, well, maybe whoever it was had...
Now, this man, what's his name? The

geezer who lives in the museum. Has he
phoned in with any information this

No, sir. They attack on the girls in the
next street with one. He couldn't

possibly have seen it. I mean, not from
where he lives.

Right, I want it cleared up. I want it
cleared up smartish. Don't care what you

do, how you do it. Just do it, please.

Right.

I can't see any of my ideas have been
all that brilliant, Santa.

I think I've got one, though.

Something's beginning... But what we
need is something that's even more of a

temptation to an unpredictable wandering
maniac, which it looks as though we've

got, right?

Now, my mind is going back to the
beginning, to that first incident

the couple in the parked car.

Now, if Horton could spot you from his
window... That was it?

That was all they said?

Then they let you go?

Yes.

Are they going to check with me you were
in all night after you came back?

They might, which I was.

Give me any details, but I think
something else happened later that

attacked or something.

I don't probably know what.

I even thought at one stage they were
going to pin it on me.

Yes, well, they do.

Did they think it was funny you should
be walking back through the same place?

Funny? No. Why should they think it
funny?

Hang on.

Why were you walking back through there?

Because it's a shortcut.

Where from?

Donald doesn't live anywhere near there.
Donald!

Kevin.

You said you were going to see Donald.

Well, did you?

Good God, Amanda, do you mind?

You're nearly as bad as the police.

You don't own me, you know.

I don't have to...

Explain everything to you.

No.

Some think so.

Look, let's just forget it, shall we?

Yes, all right.

In fact, there are quite a few things
perhaps we should forget, shall we?

So, providing Horton agrees, you'll keep
watch from the flat window with D .I.

Forbes and you'll be there at the
entrance to that alley. Why do I have to

out in the cold? You said you didn't
like Horton. You couldn't stand him. I

wouldn't want to embarrass you. And the
car will be...

Right there. No lights on. Exactly where
the one was that was attacked before.

And WPC Whittaker and I will be sitting
in it. In great danger. Deliberately

setting ourselves up as bait.

Probably get the Queen's Police Medal
for bribery.

Yeah. She'll be the one who earns it.

Woman Police Inspector.

Oh, well.

You have seen me before.

Actually, Mr. Morgan.

I don't recall it. Yes, well, it's not
that important.

Doesn't greatly matter.

Well,

Inspector.

What can I do for you?

Well, now, Mr. Horton, we know that
you're as concerned as we are about the

attacks on people around here recently
at night, and we'd very much appreciate

your assistance.

Mine? Well, anyway, I guess... I take it
that this is the window that you saw

the first attack from, the one on the
couple in the car by someone with a

of pipe?

Yes, the car was down that side of the
road, there.

It had a perfect view.

Mr. Horton, if we had a car parked down
there tonight with two people that

appeared to be a courting couple in it,
would you allow us to keep watching it

from up here?

Well, er... Oh, yes, of course,
certainly, by all means.

But... Well, I may myself have to go out
for a while this evening, but you're

welcome to make yourselves comfortable,
watch television, do whatever... I

rather think we'll be sitting in the
dark with the curtains drawn back.

Silly of me.

Yes, of course you will.

Well, thank you very much, Mr Horton.

I'll phone you later and arrange the
final details.

And have you seen all you want to stare
at, young lady? Or would you like to

search the premises too?

Sorry? I beg your pardon, sir?

Thank you again for your cooperation,
sir.

So this is Scrooge.

Six foot five and 19 stone. And he says
to me, he says, Now, come on, Mickey

lad. Don't let's have no bother, eh? I
can't stand violence, son. Gives me

diarrhea up. That was for days.

So I said, you what? You think I'm going
to give you violence? I'm not that

stupid, mate. And I'll tell you another.

Well, hello.

What a surprise.

May I join you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

She's Susie.

Melanie. How do you do?

Oh, yeah, this is Amanda. The wife?

Yeah.

The wife.

Oh, this'll be enough for me, dear.

Go get yourself another one.

All right, straight.

Are we making a big mistake?

Well, there's a couple in the car set
up, Croft and Whitaker.

Well, I don't know what else we can do,
sir.

I mean, Jimmy and I will be watching up
at Horton's window. Jake will be at the

entrance to an alleyway. We'll have to
wait and see. Yeah, well, I'm not so

talking about that aspect of it, am I?

Do you, Croft?

Oh, well, we all know he talks a lot,
but I don't think he will.

Look, I don't want any of my team being
gossiped about around the division.

So just to be on the safe side, let's
put a different WPC on it, yeah?

Oh, Whittaker's a very young girl, sir.
She's very keen on getting the

experience. Well, I thought she did all
that at Old Burley Street.

I'm sure that wasn't her fault, and I'm
sure she's learned from it, and I'm sure

she can look after herself.

I was quite pretty, too, at that age,
but I learned to cope.

All you need is four hands.

I think we should risk it.

My money's on her.

G -Golf, Alpha -1, I have you in sight.
Over.

G -Golf, Alpha -1, you're in sight.
Over.

Oh, all right, have Capital Radio on
instead, then.

I'm sorry we frightened your cat.

No, no, no, no, no. He's only always
like that when we have strangers come.

dashes straight off and hides somewhere.

Tompkins, Tompkins!

Perhaps later he'll get over to Shyness
and come out and introduce himself.

Meanwhile...

Can I help either of you a drink? No,
thank you, Mr. Wharton. Thank you. Oh,

you are an abstemious pair.

Perhaps later, if you change your mind,
you'll tell me.

I think I'll have one myself, if you
won't think it very rude.

Oh, do please sit down.

Oh, you want the lights off and the
curtains back? Please, Mr Horton, do

your drink first.

Sorry, I'm afraid I'm a bit... I'm
really waiting for a phone call. I

would have come by now.

I'm sorry.

5300.

This is Mr Horton, yes.

Thank you, thank you for letting me
know. I'll come straight away.

Forgive me. I'm sorry. I have to go out.

Do please me.

Mr. Horton, will you be out for long?

I don't know.

My wife's in St. Dominic's. It seems
she's not very much longer. She does

these brief periods of consciousness,
though.

When she has, they call me and tell me,
and I go straight away.

Oh, I'm sorry. I really shouldn't burden
you with my pleas.

Do forgive me. Mr. Horton, don't
apologize, please. Just go.

Thank you.

Sometimes I just can't help it. I do
have a very nasty, suspicious mind.

The car there, yes?

Yes.

Tom Kins.

Oh, hello.

Yes, is that St Dominic's?

Tom Kins? Yes, I wanted to make an
inquiry about a patient of yours, how

It's a Mrs. Horton, 14, fathering girl,
muse.

But I'm very sorry, I don't know what
ward she's on.

Yes, right, I'll hang on.

Puss, puss, puss, puss.

Come on.

Oh, come on, you stupid.

You're very sensitive, you know, Kat.

Try putting some feeling into it, make
it sound like you care.

What? Oh.

No, I'm not.

Oh,

I see.

Yeah, thank you.

We're sorry.

Mrs. Horton is not very well at all, I'm
afraid.

Alpha One, loud and clear control.

Ah, well, might as well make ourselves
comfortable, I suppose.

All we've got to do now is sit and wait.

You nervous?

No, sir.

Do you smoke?

No, thank you, sir.

Ah, no.

Well, it's a filthy habit, anyway.

It's, um, Ruth, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

So...

Are you enjoying the forest then, Ruth?

Yes, thank you, sir.

Very much so, sir.

Oh, good.

Could I ask your advice, please, sir?
Oh, yes, yes, of course you can. Like I

told you, any time you want to know
anything.

I was wondering, when would it be all
right for me to start speaking up, sir?

Speaking up?

What about?

I had an idea, sir.

Only I thought... Well, it might sound a
bit pushy if I... No, no, no, no, no.

Go on. An idea about what?

Well, the man who lives back there, sir.

Mr. Horton.

The man who got in touch with us both
times to tell us he'd seen someone

away.

Each time he said it was dark. And the
person he'd seen running.

So he could only have caught sight of
them for a second or two, can't he?

Yet his description was very, very
detailed.

What have you got?

Only crisps.

No, really? I never guessed it. What
sort of crisps?

Prawn cocktail.

Prawn cocktail?

Yeah.

Oh, one of life's new experiences. Come
on.

Oh, sorry.

You can ask a bit sooner.

If you don't go and do something about
that animal... No, like you said, I'm

good with it. I know you're not very
good. Go and try. Perhaps it likes the

taste of plum cocktail.

It's the smell.

Is that an order?

Yes.

Talkies. Yeah, one of those people that
wants to make himself important, eh?

Hmm?

So we've no real idea at all, then, have
we, who it is that... Hold on.

I keep very calm. Just sit still, keep
very, very calm.

Shall I ask you something else, sir?

Yeah, yeah, of course you can. Do you
like the fourth, sir?

Well... I've been in it long enough. I
suppose I've just got used to it.

I mean, it has its good points and its
bad points.

Like most things, I suppose.

Well, do you think the career structure
for women in it is good, sir?

Please.

What I mean, sir, is if I was your
daughter, Would you recommend me to go

it? I was talking it over with my fiancé
last night, and he said I should start

asking people questions and finding out.

Like, well, would I have a chance of
making Inspector while I was still young

with her?

Or would I have to wait until I was your
age?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I hope that didn't sound rude, sir. Oh,
deary me.

No. I think someone like you will get on
very well.

Have you finally tried it?

Yeah, the cat was in the cupboard under
the stairs where the meters are. So was

this, stuffed out of sight behind them.

Well, you know he got paint on his
clothes when he went to help that

He brought his suit in.

Yeah, but he didn't show me this coat,
did he? Didn't even mention it.

Alpha One, control to Alpha One. Leave
your vehicle and come up to the flat,

please. They were not at all unkind to
me, Ivy.

They said the best thing was to tell
them everything.

They were sure it'd be better for me if
I told them everything that there was to

tell.

And I think that they understood, you
know, really, about you being ill so

and me being all those weeks on my own,
how it all began to get me down.

I said how all I'd wanted, really, was
to make things like they used to be

before.

This is a nice place.

It's a nice area to live.

I went too far, you see, though, didn't
I?

Hitting that girl so hard with a shovel,
that was quite much too... They

said they were very sorry to hear about
you, Ivy.

And they couldn't promise, but they
thought I might be able to come to the

funeral.

It's very good that you're not going to
feel any more pain, Ivy. I am glad.

Oh, now, Mr. Horton.

If you'd just read this through, please.

What'll happen to him?

Well, I shouldn't think he'll see the
inside of a courtroom for a start, not

until he's found fit to plead, if ever.

Anyway, Constable, D .I. Forbes tells me
that, in her opinion, you've performed

quite satisfactorily, so how do you feel
about moving on to another section so

you can broaden your experience still
more?

Yes, sir, if I could. Fine. As from
tomorrow, you'll be downstairs in B

Thank you, sir. You know what B section
is, do you?

Traffic. Traffic, that's right. Yeah, it
can get a bit hairy, but I'm sure a

sensible girl like you will handle it
just fine.

Thank you, sir.

What an enthusiastic young thing.

Well, I don't remember being just like
her.

I think I can.

Just?