All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s04e02 Be Lucky Uncle

What's that?

Point you to do me, son.

Double tip.

Game's certain, mate.

Right. Are you watching chess? Yeah, I'm
watching.

Don't believe it.

Thanks, mate.

A blue one -eyed each other.

I'm glad I've had some bleeding luck,
you do. Thank you, my son.

Well, I think I'll bid you all a night
-night. See you, lads.

See you.

Good luck.

Here. What's your bloody game, mate?

Excuse me, Uncle.

Sorry to meet you. Yeah, talk to you,
Uncle.

Well, it was your lucky night, didn't
you, Uncle?

D .I. Thorpes, hello.

Do it gross and make it good.

Maggie, it's me. I've got something for
you.

Eskimo, that you?

Are you OK?

I'm a bit fraught.

Please, please, Maggie.

Don't talk, just listen, OK?

OK, listening.

There's two Scotch geezers down here
from Glasgow.

They've got one coming off tomorrow
afternoon.

Please, Maggie, please listen. I can't
talk for long.

Both geezers is tooled up.

They got shooters the lot, Rennicks,
Regent Street, side entrance.

They got a delivery of stones, 330.

Yeah, yeah, but thing is, Maggie, they
put a straightener in at your end.

I think that.

I hope you know what you're saying.

The two geezers are old pals of Mr
Croft's. They banged him, Maggie.

Maggie, I'm telling you, Mr Croft had a
meet with the two geezers earlier

tonight.

What time?

Eight, about eight o 'clock it was.
Where was this meet? It was at a booth

Wellington, back at King Croft Station.

You actually saw the meet with D .I.
Croft?

Yeah, yeah.

Mr Croft was handed a package.

Um... An envelope, sort of a package.

A large brown envelope.

You've got five seconds, Cross. Five
seconds to make it good or I'll blow

way here and there.

Eskimo, Eskimo, hello. Are you still
there?

Look, Eskimo, what's wrong?

He saw me, Maggie. That's what's wrong.

Mr Cross saw me. I'm bleeding scared.

Eskimo?

Hello?

Estimo. Well, it wasn't too bad, was it,
Uncle?

Evening, ma 'am.

You hooked down in time you booked off.

Oh, hello, Dave. You can say that again.

That's a crack of dawn, was this, then?

Team of dippers working the circus
again. Got a couple of punters

with their wallets lifted.

Not arranged, is it? No, it don't.

Soon as we put one lot away, another lot
moves in.

Mind you, this lot's a bit different.

They've got a little girl with them. She
cries, pretends she's lost.

Who's her only mug who helps her out?

Gets done.

Nasty for a novel.

Have you seen Jake Barrett in your
travels?

Yeah, I passed him on the way up. You
just missed him.

Thanks, Dave. Um, is there a podcropped
about?

Do you know about our fix?

Oh, hey, I thought you'd gone.

I'll have to get my head one day.

Homework. You'll have to wait. I'm
sorry, Jake. We've got work to do.

Peter Phillips?

Oh, he's in a tank, setting up a
quickie.

OK, I'll bell him.

We may need him to do some legwork.

Oh, have a heart, Maggie. We're both
pushed.

Look, can't it wait till tomorrow?

No, it can't.

Shut the door.

Ted?

Maggie. Peter Phillips there.

Can I have a word?

Ta.

Take your coat off.

Peter, I want you in my office now.

Dave. Yes, if Bob Croft comes in, tip us
the wink, would you?

So?

What's it all about?

If you want room for me, Uncle, just
ring down.

What's the matter, old son?

Frightened, are you, Uncle?

You're a slag, Uncle. You know that?

A no -good, dirty grass.

Do you know, I've just done a seven from
ten because of a slag like you.

I bet you're doing your brain wondering
how I made you, eh?

Look, look, mate, you made me all wrong.

Do what?

Do what?

Made you wrong my arse.

Do you know Billy?

Little Billy Weeks?

No.

Well, let me tell you, Uncle.

Little Billy knows you.

Little Billy was a grass, just like you,
Uncle.

Billy used to snout for that no -good
slag Croft.

And do you know what Croft did when he
got no more use for him?

He had him fitted with a nice little
four -stretch.

I don't want you getting the wrong idea,
though, Uncle. I mean, a bit of stir's

too good for a slag like you and Billy,
innit?

Eh? Billy told me all about you, Uncle.

Told me you was a snout for that bird,
the eye.

It's no good shaking your head, Uncle.

You'll bank the rights.

Please, please, Governor.

What was it all about?

It's about slag, isn't it?

You're a slag.

Little Billy's a slag.

D .I.

Poxycroft's a double slag.

Croft had me fitted with a ten stretch.

But with your help, Uncle, I'm going to
fit in with a life.

Know what I mean?

And he reckons Croft clocked him?

Yeah, and he was more than a little
frightened. He sounded near desperate.

I can't say D .I. crossed my sort of
people, but I can't believe he's bent.

Well, I'm not suggesting that I believe
it either, Peter.

Coming from any other snout, though, I'd
admit that it's a wrong one.

Yes. Look, everything that's come
Maggie's way via Eskimo has been solid

OK, so this time round it's fed you a
wrong one.

Well, you surely don't believe it. Look,
I'm not saying I do, Pete, but... Well,

why would Eskimo lie about a thing like
that?

There's just no mileage in it, is there,
eh?

Yeah, you've got a point there. And if
there is any truth in it, and Croft did

see Eskimo... No wonder he sounded
frightened.

Peter, I want you over to that boozer,
it's the Wellington, just behind King's

Cross somewhere, and dig out a
photograph of Bob Cross. Hey, Maggie,

to go to Russell with this one. What am
I supposed to say to him? Excuse me,

sir, one of my snouts just rang in and
told me that... Maggie, you just tell

how it happened, that's all. We can't go
around making inquiries about a fellow

officer.

It's too explosive. I'm not asking you
to make inquiries about a fellow

Jake.

Look, Peter, the cross is off our patch.

I can't order you to do this.

But what I would like you to do is to
dig out a photograph of Bobcroft and

out that pub.

Tonight.

Now?

There's a good one of him in the press
room.

Thanks, Peter.

What do you want me to do?

Well, now, we'll try Eskimo's home
first. No joy there.

We'll do a few of the holes.

A good friend here tells me you've got
aggro.

That's right, Uncle.

Aggro, the worst kind.

Police? Police.

So what's the score?

Well, with the old bill on me, bad news
for a blag.

Don't worry, Uncle. I'll shoot me tail
at Finsbury Park.

That's OK.

Where does that leave us?

It's the blag train.

You don't mean what I think it means,
Uncle.

No, Sammy. Of course I don't, Sammy.

What Tommy is trying to ascertain is how
does your present bit of aggro affect

the graph?

That's all.

Don't.

I mean, all it means is I've got to drop
out of the frame.

Either you get another faith involved or
do it just the two of you. I don't like

another faith in this stage.

Besides,

200 grand goes better by two, eh?

I'll drink to that.

Look. What can I say? I could have done
with a graft.

I mean, me, I'm sick as a parrot about
dropping out.

But what can I do with a bill on me
back?

I mean, either I live with you now,
better that than later when they're

all over us.

Aye, you're right, Sammy.

I'm sorry, son.

Yeah, it's a thick one.

See you, pal.

Be lucky, Uncle.

I'm not in love with them either.

Do you know what the T in front of the
DC stands for, Rogers?

Yes, Gov.

Well?

Temporary, Gov. That's right, temporary.

Or trainee, which at the end of the day
means that you're here to learn.

And if, and I do mean if, you stay,
you'll learn a great many lessons, most

them the hard way, but not one of them
more important than the one you're going

to learn now. Do you understand?

Gov.

Good. Now, someone out there, some
little bastard you've nicked for one

another, he gets his liberty back.

He's out on the street and he sees you.

Now, he wants to get back at you badly.

Gov? Now, if he has a go at you
physically, he runs the risk of losing

liberty again. So, do you know what he
does?

No, Gov.

I'll tell you what he does. With a great
big smile all over his chops, he phones

the yards A10.

Yes, gov. Now, just a minute.

I mean, do let me finish.

Now, the lads at A10, they're a pretty
fly old lot. They know that most of

anonymous calls are so much crap, but
just the same, they have to check them

out. So, down comes a rubber heel.

Now, what's the first thing he asks to
see?

My diary, gov.

That's right, your diary.

Now, this character, he's given them a
load of old bunkum about having seen you

on an earner.

What, a bribe?

If your diary is neat and up to date,
then all your rubber has got to do is a

wee bit of cross -referencing with your
colleague's diaries, and he finds that

you were exactly where you said you were
at the time of the alleged earner.

Simple.

If, on the other hand, your diary is
three bloody days behind, and one of

days just happens to coincide with the
alleged earner, what is our rubber to

think, hmm?

Have I made myself clear?

Yes, Gov.

It won't happen again, Gov.

Let me tell you, laddie, if it does
happen again, you will be back in

quick as a flash, and it's going to be a
bloody long time before you get out of

it again. You understand?

Right, go on. On your bike.

And you can tell your DS I want to see
him first thing Thursday morning.

Yeah, D .I. Croft.

Hello. Is that you, Mr. Croft?

It's me, Mr. Croft. Eskimo.

Eskimo?

I think you've got the wrong D .I. Look,
look, Mr. Croft, what I've got's too

heavy for a woman, even Maggie Forbes.

Mrs. Forbes to you.

I can't deal with you. D .I. Forbes
is... Look!

Look, do you want or not?

Look, look, Mr. Croft, what I've got's
really heavy. I mean, like it don't

no heavier.

OK. You want to meet?

You know a boozer in Charlotte Street
called a flying horse?

Saloon bar, 6 .30, tomorrow night.

Hello?

Hello?

Hi, Bob.

Thought you had a meet.

Yeah, I did. Face didn't show, though.

One of your regulars?

No, as a matter of fact, it was a new
contact. He just phoned in. We set up a

meet, and he blanked me.

Funny lot, Snuts.

You can say that again.

Anything wrong?

No, it's... As you say, I mean, Snuts,
they're a strange lot.

Now, talking of Snuts, Chummy down in
the cells just had a call from a D .I.

Thomas, Dawson Nick.

Oh, don't tell me.

One of his best, he reckons. Once him
dropped out.

That is a sick enough.

It's Philip's first real collar. He's a
dead cert.

You can tell him he won't lose any
points.

How's Roger shaping up, by the way?
Yeah, he'll do.

Just had to ball him out over the usual,
but apart from that, no put a foot

wrong. Diary? Yeah. Put the frighteners
on him. Give him the wally for life a

bit. I didn't imagine.

Yeah, talking of diaries, I'd better
write mine up. Yeah.

Ah, D .I. Thomas, calling over for
Chummy First Sinkermark. Can I leave it

you? Oh, that's a bit iffy. I'm at the
Bailey all day, Tom.

Yeah, all right. Leave it with me. I'll
give him a ring. No. Any problems, just

give me a shot.

Yeah, get me D .I. Thomas, Dalston.

Yeah, yeah, I'll hold.

Shored up in the right flat?

Yes. Could check their neighbours.

No, I don't want to stir up too much mud
at this stage.

We'll do the horns first.

I know Peter should be on his way back
by now.

OK, the horns.

Where first?

Oh, I don't know. The usual joint, I
suppose.

What's this, then? Saving up, are we?

What?

Overtime, laddie. Overtime.

What's the matter? Can't you keep away
from us?

Oh, yeah.

I mean, no.

I've got a lot on.

Well, we are a busy little team. Are
that it, then, are we?

What's the matter? Did I suddenly
develop two heads or something?

Evening, Gump.

Evening, Jake.

You are becoming a hard task, Master
Maggie.

All work, no pay.

Don't look good.

How many was there?

A positive ID.

D .I. Croft was in that boozer at around
eight this evening.

Morning. Morning.

Do I look as bad as I feel?

I hope not, for your sake.

Morning, Maggie.

Morning, Jake. Good morning, Peter.

Hello. Hello.

That is our Peter inside that empty
-looking house, is it?

Morning, Sarge. Morning, Jake.

Excuse me, interrupting, ma 'am. I've
got a Mr Lucas outside. He insists on

speaking to you personally.

Mr Lucas?

Well, he's very insistent. He says his
son's gone missing.

What's he like, though?

Old school. She's cut a cap down the
lane of a Sunday morning. Good enough

but listen, he says his son's a copper
snark.

I'm on my way.

Are you really the governor here, then?

Well, I'm not the governor exactly.
Let's just say I have my six pennies now

again, shall we?

Young John once said there was such a
thing as a bird detective.

I didn't believe him, though.

Talking about your jacksies, I says.

Oh, sorry, Mrs Nuff. Oh, no problem, Mr
Lucas.

Young John.

Oh, yeah, John's my boy.

Only I expect you know him as Eskimo.

Daft bloody name, isn't it?

Yes.

I mean, yes, I do only know him as
Eskimo.

Look, Mr... I know, Mrs.

My John's one of your snouts, isn't he?

Look, I have to say... It don't matter
how you say it.

Knocks are knocked, right?

Not like that. There's no other way to
put it.

Look, I tell you, I don't give a
monkey's what John does.

Well, what I mean is... John's all I
got, see?

Do you know what I mean?

Since his mum passed away, God bless
her, me and John's had it a bit hard,

Me, because I really love that old girl
and him.

Well, what with him being half -chat
like... I don't know what you mean, Mr

Lucas, and believe me, I do understand.

Now, you could help me find him.

I mean, I know he's in bother.

Don't worry.

We'll find the son.

The DI's free now, ma 'am. Oh, thanks.

Yeah, Mr Lucas.

Give us a minute or two, would you?

Sure.

Mr Lucas, you told the sergeant that
your son didn't go round to your place

night. Yes, right.

That's unusual?

Well, yeah, it is.

Once a week, regular as clockwork, rain
or shine, he pops in for a few jars and

an hour, like.

OK, so when did you last see him?

Well, earlier last night.

Last night?

Well, what time was this?

About a quarter past eight.

Are you sure of the time?

Yeah, well, of course I'm sure.

Look, I left him playing Charlie Fisher.
They had a fiver in the last game.

Game? What game was this?

Yeah. This ain't likely to get many
bubbles.

No, Mr. Lucas, the gambling aspect
doesn't worry me. Now, look, what and

were they playing?

Well, darts, wasn't it? We was all
playing darts, weren't we? Where?

In King's Arms, a boozer over Victoria
Way.

Let's get this straight.

You and John were playing darts with the
mothers at a pub in Victoria last

night.

Now, from when to what time? It's very
important.

Well, I just told you.

We got there about half past six.

Well, give or take a minute or two.

Anyways, I had to leave about half past
eight because I had to meet this man...

And when you left, Eskimo... Sorry, John
was still involved in a game with...

What was his name? Charlie Fisher. Yeah,
that's right.

John was coming round to my place later.
I got some fish supper and some grog.

He never showed.

Right, Mr Lucas. Now, you stay here. I
won't leave your mother.

Ah, you wanted words.

Yes. Can I have a few minutes? I've got
someone downstairs.

Sure. When you're ready.

Right.

Look, Peter, I'm a bit pushed for time.

Ah, the governor was looking for you.

I know, I've just seen him. How did he
strike you?

A bit ters.

Yes, I met him when I came in this
morning.

I needed a few words. I was a bit bleak
then.

Oh, I suppose I'm just going to have to
bite the bullet.

You're passing it over, then? Got to.

There's been a new development.

Mr. Lucas is Eskimo's dad, and he thinks
this boy's in some sort of trouble. He

reckons he's missing.

Well, if he thinks Bob Croft's out
there, he's probably gone into hiding. I

know, haven't we? Yes, but Lucas swore
that he was with Eskimo last night in a

pub in Victoria about eight.

That's Miles from King's Cross.

Right.

Look, bring your book. We'll get a
statement from Lucas, you know, who

name, that sort of thing.

But, Peter, don't mention the phone call
I had last night, OK? I mean, he's...

Why, I'd think about his son as it is.

I don't know how to his problems.

Mr. Lucas, I'd like you to give my
sergeant here the names of all those

at that game last night, and if it would
be so good as to tell him exactly where

the King's Arms is situated.

He'll be as quick as he can. Please,
I'll be with the DCI. Yes, ma 'am. Well,

I'll see you again shortly, Mr. Lucas,
and thank you.

You've been a great help.

Bloody bird detective, eh?

Right then, sir.

What will they think of next?

Uh, names?

Oh, yeah. Sorry, son. Yeah. Let me think
now.

Charlie Fisher. He's the surgeon.
Charlie Fisher.

Turk. Oh, he was there.

be Kitwell and Uncle?

Now, why the bloody hell didn't you come
to me with this last night? Now, I

don't have to tell you how serious an
allegation like this is, no matter what

the source. I know, sir, but I feel...
Never mind about the buts, no buts.

If you'd seen fit, come to me sooner, I
could have fronted Bob Croft, yes? At

least given him a chance to deny the
allegation. No, don't you see that last

night, that's all I had, an allegation.
You should have bloody told me.

Now, seeing as you've made yourself so
busy on that front, I want you back over

that pub.

King's Arms. Now... What about the blag?
You can forget the blag. You're off it.

I'll take care of that. Leave that to
me.

Inspector, we are talking about a senior
police officer in my department who's

up on offer.

I don't like it. Nasty. It's a mess.
Your task. That's from now. Clean it up.

And take Barrett with you.

Sir.

Ted.

Want four of your best lads for a steak
-up?

You've got that lift? Yeah. Give.

You're driving.

Now.

Phillips.

Yes, sir?

Yeah, right away, sir.

So I can leave all the paperwork
regarding firearms to you, yeah?

Okay, good, Matt.

Come.

Yeah, well, any problems, you just phone
me straight back.

Cheers.

D .I. Forbes tells me you were out last
night making some inquiries on her

behalf.

Yes, sir.

Now, I don't have to tell you. I don't
want to hear one word. I mean not one

peep from anyone in this nick regarding
those inquiries. Right, you keep it

buttoned clear.

Oh, yes, sir.

Now, Charles Edward Cullen, did Bob
Craft have a word with you?

No, sir, he's in court today. But no
problems, though. Open and shut.

Wrong. I let him go.

Sorry, sir? Well, you weren't to know,
but it does appear that our friend

was a prime source of information for a
colleague over at the Dorston Nick, one

D .I. Thomas.

Now, as a favour to D .I. Thomas, I let
Cullen go. It is called casting your

bread upon the waters, quid pro quo.

He's as guilty as hell.

So?

So, that three weeks hard slog and 11
statements down that drain, wasted.

Never wasted.

Never wasted.

You chalk it up.

Well, I think it stinks, sir.

So do I.

But every so often you just have to
swallow your vial and admit that

have their uses.

A long -handled spoon should be standard
issue.

So Cullen goes free?

I'd like you to look on it as a sort of
temporary reprieve for him.

He's not going to live happily ever
after. He'll be back. They always are.

And next time you nail him, who knows?
He might not be fireproof.

Yes, sir.

Now, you ever drawn firearms?

No, sir.

Well, I want you out on the Rennick's
job with me this afternoon.

Yes, sir.

Now, according to Maggie, our villains
are Scots. They're armed and they're

dangerous.

And we've got what's left in the morning
to form some plan of action. Now, what

I want you to do, dig me out large
-scale plan of Regent Street, Piccadilly

Roundup, Lonsdale, Stiles, anybody else
who's free, have them in here, briefing,

20 minutes' time.

Got four from downstairs, plainclothes
to assist, right?

Yes, I'll do it, sir.

Oh, Pete!

Don't forget the map.

Yeah, I want a number of jewellers,
Rennicks, Regent Street.

Right? You haven't snapped it up, have
you?

Don't go in on your own, Muggy.

Let's park up first.

I want your advice, Sergeant. I'll ask
for it. The day I can't enter a London

pub on my own, the day I jack the job
in.

Just give me your notebook, will you?

Yes, ma 'am.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Your notebook, I believe, Sergeant.

Nodding's an offence, Miss.

Come on.

You're round, I think. God, Alf, I got
the last one. Right.

All I need is Topson. It's my game, son.

Yeah, what's your game?

Cops and robbers.

What's yours?

I wouldn't do that if I were you, sir.
Outside that door's the biggest police

dog you ever saw.

Right. Mr Fisher, I believe. I figured
you are Mr Fisher. No law against that,

is there? No, old son.

Be a good boy?

Oh, I'm always a good boy, officer. I
bet you are. I bet you're a model

I have me moments.

Know what I mean? I bet you do.

Uh, tops, isn't it?

Your game, I believe.

My game is round. Well, now, while your
friend here is getting in the drink,

what about you and I having a little
chat?

You were the lady, Sunshine.

Can't I hope you carried him?

Then you and me can have a nice little
chat, eh? No, thanks, Doctor.

But I'd rather have her quiz me
anything.

No, I mean... It's the luck of the draw,
son.

Right.

Game while we talk?

Why not?

Are you sure of the time that Eskimo
left?

Oh, yeah. His old man left about half an
hour before him.

47. That leaves me, er... 17 to do.

17, yeah.

Oh, look at that.

The bleeding bus ride out.

It's the flipping jacks up and all.

The fella's the right lucky face, aren't
you? He was quite happy when he left.

He didn't look worried or upset.

Would you have the jaw if you'd just
nicked a blue one on the last hour?

No.

No, I suppose not.

Right. Six cents for the game.

Leave it out, love. You're worse than
Eskimo, you are.

Maggie, Turkey reckons a face followed
Eskimo when he left.

Face? I know him. No, complete stranger
he was. Right bad lot, though.

What about you, Chas? What about the
bloke that followed Eskimo?

What bloke? You know, the one who had a
pop at you.

Oh, Ian. He wasn't with Eskimo. He
followed Eskimo. Yeah, quick as a shot.

I've got a description.

Hang about, gentlemen.

We could have a few laughs.

What do you reckon?

I think we'd better get our friend here
down to the factory, take a look at some

of the mug shots.

They're going to love you.

Look.

Please, Gaffner.

I'm bursting for a leak.

Too bad.

You'll get nothing from me, you slag.

Except for cause of lead implant in your
brain.

What's it all about?

I ain't never done you a wrong then.

Come here, you slag.

What's the matter, slag?

Frightened, are you?

Well, let me tell you, uncle, you've got
every right to be.

Don't worry. Don't worry, slag. It won't
hurt you. And at least you won't want a

wee -wee anymore.

Be lucky, Uncle.

Seems you were, Uncle.

Seems you were that time.

and your big mouth.

Yeah.

Isn't that always his name from down
Canal Street?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, Forbes?

Yes, I am.

Oh.

Thanks. Yeah, thanks for ringing.

Here.

Any news?

They got the Reddick Street flaggers.
Oh, terrific.

There's no problems?

Apparently not. I've got all the
details. They're on their way in now.

Apparently not a shot was fired, though.

So they was tooled up, then?

Torn off shotgun. And Eskimo's tip was
solid gold.

24 carat.

You know what I'm thinking?

If Eskimo was right on target about the
blagging... Right, was he on a button

about Croft being bent?

Time factor, Jake. I mean, they just
don't tally.

Wait a minute.

Jake, watch the door.

Eh?

What are you doing?

There you are. His diary.

Goes against the grain, but better me
than A -10.

Damn. He hasn't kept it up.

So what's so sinister?

I'm always behind with mine.

But he's always so meticulous.

Always by the book.

And last night, Dave said he went out
about half -past six and he didn't sign

out. I checked.

So do you sign out every time you're in
about to buy Steve's fish fingers?

You're talking as if you believe Croft's
been... Oh, of course he's not, but

he's looking bad. You can't deny that.

I don't deny that.

Yes? Excuse me, go.

Oh, right. Let's spot it, Sonny.

Here's what I've sent you. It's him. No
way, Chas. You haven't blown... Oi, oi,

oi, oi.

You, uh, you think you've found him,
then? Yeah.

That's it.

That's it. Give it to us, then.

Well, you're not so sure, too?

Oh, I don't know. I mean, the other
bloke was thinner on time. Oh, listen,

dummy, I had a bloody good look at him.

That's him, all right.

Anything?

Yes, Samuel Richard Lambert.

Born London, 1941.

Where did he get his conviction?

He joined a Metropolitan Police Force in
1965.

Ex -copper.

Spent three years in uniform, made CID
of TDC by 68 to 9.

Made DC by 1970, working out of Brixton,
Nick.

Made DS by 1972, and in 73, he
transferred to Glasgow.

Glasgow? That's where... That's right,
where Bob Croft did his grounding.

Hang on, it gets worse.

1974, tried and convicted on corruption
charges.

Oh, my God.

The other officer had found evidence of
Lambert's graft, but before he could go

round and pick him up, Lambert went
round the other officer's house and...

Threatened his wife. Oh, my God.

The other officer?

That's right, Maggie.

He was only a DS then.

Bobcroft.

Be thirsty, Uncle.

Of course you are.

You're a slag, Uncle. You really are.

I could go out for a bit, Uncle.

Don't worry, Uncle.

Not long to go now.

All your troubles will be over.

Well, one right bad lot, our Mr Lambert.

To put it mildly.

Are you sure it was him who followed
Eskimo?

Spicer and Turk are positive.

Are they still there?

No. I've let them go home. I can always
get them back in. No, no, no, we can

always pull them in again if need be.
Right, now, I'm more concerned in

up some of the fog, some of the mystery
surrounding these allegations against

Bob Croft. Yeah, well, Eskimo's the key
to that, sir.

I suppose so.

What have we got?

Eskimo and Bob Croft, two tartan
blaggers, now Labbert.

We know that Eskimo was in that pub at
Victoria at the time, so we know that he

was lying when he said that he'd seen
Bob Croft at King's Cross. We also know

that Bob was in that pub in King's
Cross. We've confirmed it. He was there

eight o 'clock. I know he was there at
nine because I spoke to him. Yes, well,

what bugs me is how did Eskimo know he
was there?

Yeah.

What time is that?

I see.

Yeah, time.

Jury replied an hour ago.

No chance of a verdict until at least
tomorrow.

Now, Bob left the Bailey 30 minutes ago.

He could be on his way back then.

Well, not necessarily.

It's just a bit late in the day.

Home, do you think?

Possibly. Look, Maggie, I want you to
meet me down in the interview room, yes?

By the time I had a word with these two
tartan blaggers.

Right, sir.

Who set it up then, son?

I mean, you and your pal aren't exactly
a plan at times, are you?

Do you reckon, Sarge?

They have a job filling in the pool's
coupon, I reckon.

See?

Who put it together, son?

Hilton said.

Very good.

He's good, isn't he?

Don't be a prat.

Now, you're banged to right, so I don't
know why you want to play games.

It's a part of egg, I said.

Gobbled up to me, to it.

This prisoner being searched?

Yes, sir.

I mean, a real proper, by -the -book,
every -nook -and -cranny type search?

well, no, not exactly, sir. It was more
sort of a frisking search.

I thought as much. You were right,
Inspector. This prison has not been

searched. Now, what's going on? Forget,
sir. Leave it to me.

Thorough job, yes?

Yes, sir.

OK, Rawlins, you're closed.

Well, what about them? Get them off.

You what?

You can't do that. Sir, I didn't see
you, ma 'am. Certainly, ma 'am. Is that

everything, ma 'am? Well, the DCI did
say a proper search, so I'll be back in

moment, sir.

When it's down to his pinky.

Oh, now, wait.

You've done it now, son.

Get him off.

What do you reckon? No problem, sir. He
should keep before he gets his shirt

off. Now, what about the other monkey,
Banner? Oh, I'll start on him in a

moment. He's a good ploy. I should work
with him as well.

Now, listen, I'm going to leave you with
it.

I've got the annual crime meet at the
yard in 20 minutes. Can't get out of it.

Still, if anything should break, you can
always get me there till about nine.

After that, sir. Home?

Guess who was going to be third man on
that blag? Who?

Our good friend, Mr Lambert.

Yes, sir.

Half an hour longer.

Oof.

Hello? Is that the Flying Horse?

Yeah, can you do us a favour?

There's a tallish slim geezer in a beige
jacket and green cord.

She'll be drinking in the saloon bar.

Yeah. Yeah, no, it's all right. No, I
don't want to speak to him. But I wonder

if you could just give him a message for
us, mate.

Yeah, cheers.

Yeah, his name's Croft.

Mr. Croft.

Yeah, could you tell him that Eskimo
won't be able to be there until 7 .15

he'll see him at... Anybody in the bar
named Croft?

Yeah.

I hope you can have this one out.

What? An Eskimo for me.

D .I. Forbes, hello.

Eskimo, where are you?

Maggie, you've got to come help me.

Now, listen, Eskimo, where are you? Now,
just calm down. Just calm down. Take it

easy now. Where are you?

I don't know exactly where, Maggie. He
blindfolded me when he brought me here.

Maggie, this geezer's a nutter. He's got
a shooter.

All right, all right.

Now, listen, just calm down. I'm going
to leave you for a second. Is there a

number on your phone?

Hey, what?

No, no, there ain't. Maggie, you've got
to... All right, Eskimo, I'm going to

try and trace the call. Yes, now, just
hang on.

Jake, get Fishball to trace this call,
quickly.

Eskimo, now, look, don't hang up
whatever you do, all right?

Now, listen, just calm down, take it
easy, and start from the beginning.

The geezer's a nutter, Maggie. He forced
me to set up a meet with Mr Croft at 6

.30 tonight.

Um...

Flying horse, Charlotte Street. The
flying horse. Right.

Now, just hang on.

Any luck?

Eskimo. Now, can you tell me, what was
the meet about? Can you tell me? Coming,

Maggie.

Hello?

Is that enough time, Maggie?

Oh, damn.

Get a car. I'll grab Philip to the
flying horse in Charlotte Street.

Glad to see me back, Uncle.

Excuse me. Can I have a minute?

What's all the rush, love? Tall, slim
guy in his 30s. We should have Scott

in the beginning, yeah?

Thousands of tall, slim fellas come in
here.

Who wants to know, anyway?

I do.

I haven't got time to play games. Anyone
sitting that description been in

tonight? Oh, sorry, love.

Yeah,

there was a fella in here earlier on.
How long ago?

Er, ten, fifteen minutes. Was he alone?

Yeah. He got a phone call and left.
Phone call? Who's from, do you know?

Well, of course I don't know, do I? Who
took the call?

I did.

Well, tell us about the call.

Well,

this bloke rings up and asks, would I
give a message to Mr... Croft? What,

this chap? Croft.

Yeah, that's him.

How did you know? Just tell us about the
message.

All right, all right. Keep your ear on.
I wrote it down here somewhere. I'll get

it.

Flying flippin' off is what we could do
with right now.

710, you better boot it, Peter.

Full of strength.

I got it. It's going to be touch and go.

All right, take off.

Eskimo?

Call him, Uncle.

Up here!

Mr Croft, I'm up here!

Mr Croft!

I've been waiting a long time to do
that, Uncle.

You?

Yeah, me.

Told you I'd get you, didn't I?

I thought this had a nasty smell to it.

Don't get flash, Uncle, or I'll top you
here and now, the mood I'm in. Sorry, Mr

Cook. Shut it, Groff!

Keep very still, Uncle, keep still.

It's better.

Seven long years.

That's what you owe me, Croft.

Plus interest.

Killing me won't do anything but get you
life.

No, no, you've got it wrong, Uncle.

I ain't gonna kill you.

You's the only one gonna get snuffed.

Don't worry, Uncle.

It won't hurt.

One quick little shot in the head, you
won't feel a thing.

You see, Uncle, that snout you had to
meet with in King's Cross.

Last night, the snout that never showed.

Well, that was me.

And while you were there, our flag here
was on the phone to the Bird D .I.

You're a bit confusing, aren't you,
Uncle?

Well, the thing is, the Bird D .I. has
now been informed that you're having

earners. Our flag here has... told his
lady friend, you're taking the bung.

Well, that's so thin, young... Yeah,
it's thin, Uncle.

But you ain't heard the best bit yet.

Tell him grass.

I had to tell Maggie you saw me.

You saw me, I was... I... The point he's
trying to make here, Uncle, is that by

now the birdie eye is pretty sure you're
having earners.

And what do you think she's going to do
when she finds him dead?

You were at the bottom of the stairs,
unconscious, with a murder weapon in

pocket. You should have stopped her
beating up women, Lambert. Yeah, no.

This is the police, Lambert!

We must stop meeting like this.