All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s04e07 The Meat Rack.eng

Sir? Maggie.

DCI Leonard Grout, F Division,
Shepherd's Bush. Maggie Forbes.

Glad to know you, Maggie.

Sir, take a pew.

A fancy one?

No, thanks.

Now, Len's got a problem and wants our
help.

More to the point, he wants your help.

Len? How quickly could you clear your
deck, Inspector?

Oh, let's see. An emergency.

It's an emergency.

Let's say 20 minutes.

I mean, if I can leave Hanson to Croft.
Yeah, I'll fix her.

What's the problem?

Tart flashing.

Two girls over the past three weeks cut
up pretty habitually.

Right. Old cutthroat job.

Now, complications.

Officially, we know nothing about it.

Stummelkrum. Never happened. You know
what they're like.

They complain they were slashed means
admitting they're on the game. Yeah, the

old story.

On the other hand, I'm not sitting back
letting another ripper situation develop

under my own nose.

Could we be talking about a vindictive
pimp? Why not? Could easily.

What have you got in mind?

To put you undercover into the pub the
girls work out of.

I put in one of my own girls, they're
known.

You're not.

I don't have to tell you, you're free to
say no. I'm absolutely free.

Remember what happened before with the
breakfast?

I'm not likely to forget.

No, I'll... I'll give it a go. Risk of
being obvious, it could be dangerous. I

think I'll work that one out.

I wouldn't normally ask someone of your
rank, Maggie, but I need someone who can

think for herself under pressure and
have never served on the patch. No, I

understand. That's fine.

You're sure? Perfectly.

Bill and I discussed it. We thought the
best way of doing it paper -wise would

be a duty elsewhere assignment.

Oh, well, that keeps it good and vague.
Exactly.

It'll mean a temporary transfer to F
Division.

Fine.

Well, now, I'd better get on with it.

Sir?

Nice tight skirt.

Not very subtle.

Married? Widow.

And still keen?

Very. Say the word, I'll take off your
hands permanently.

Oh, Len.

A flawless, irreplaceable Ming Dynasty
porcelain vase.

What of it?

Does not require more careful handling.
Got it?

Who is it?

Who wants to know?

A friend.

You from the hospital or something?

No.

Switch it off.

Leave it on.

Oh, Lily Law, that's all I need, isn't
it?

How many stitches?

Enough. Twenty? More. Thirty? Thirty
-odd.

How are you going to manage? Get a brown
paper bag. Who says?

Don't matter who said.

Some weirdo'll probably turn onto a brat
who'll look like a zebra anyway.

May I have some coffee? Only got
instant.

My favourite. Ain't got no sugar. Don't
take any.

You're hard to put off, ain't you?

Fairly.

Bella. No.

Listen. I don't want to listen. If we
don't put this bastard out of the way,

he's going on. You're not the first, you
won't be the last. I bothered you, I'm

sure, but I don't bother me. Tough
titty. They're rubbish people.

They've been deceived?

Of course not. I wouldn't let them in if
they did.

What did your pimp say?

Crack about the paper bag, was it?

It's all considering you earn from.

Plenty more where I come from.

Or you can pick them up off the doll
cubes.

He got a name?

If he had, he never told me.

Can your face be fixed?

Oh, sure.

He's a plastic surgeon in Harley Street,
you know. He bobbed me nose, fixed me

child. He's all at the same time.

Really? Sure.

And the problem is, he wants some money.

I suggest a lifetime subscription, but
he wasn't interested, you know.

Wife's picture on the side.

Lady Mac in her twinset and pearls.

Two kids.

In kilts.

So respectable.

You heard of the criminal injuries, were
you? I mean, filing a complaint?

Wouldn't it be worth it? There's a con.

Oh, you're bitter.

Oh, bloody wooden bear! All right, stop
feeling sorry for yourself and do

something about it! Get daft, will you?

Garth, this undercover deed, Ella
Maggie's.

Hang on.

What about it? Well, I was wondering if
I could tackle on.

Well, it would be handy to have someone
we know out there with her, wouldn't it?

That's what I thought. So could you
square it with F Division?

I just have.

Take good care of her.

At length.

We hope so.

What are you drinking?

who has performed in front of the Queen,
Prince Charles, the Princess of Wales,

and too many other pups to mention.

But tonight, for the very first time,
here we present that master of the

keyboard, that king of the arts...

There's only just enough trade to go
around, if you take my meaning. Funny, I

thought there was a vacancy. Two, in
fact.

Who have you been talking to?

You shouldn't believe all you hear.

I don't. I'm not believing a lot of what
I hear right now, no, thanks.

You've got a minder?

Of course.

I was born

in the smoke. I lived most of my life
here. I thought the world was

waiting for another Dorothy Squires and
I would be it.

I toured the club, got as far as Derby
and guess what? Found out I was wrong.

Worked my way back the hard way. That is
fine.

Oh, no. Could it be amateur?

Oh, don't be modest, darling.

There's no percentage of it. No, I was
wondering.

Could you give her a slot?

Why not? Don't bother. It's no bother,
is it? No.

No bother at all.

Gives me a rest.

Go on, Maggie.

See what you can do.

OK.

What you're going to think, I'll go and
tell Oscar Peterson.

and prodigious effort, the management of
the Victoria, Bill and Rodney, present

Bill and Rodney, present a new face.

Yes, importing fresh talent for the
titillation of the popular city of

Haven't seen you around before.

Well, you wouldn't, I haven't been
around.

Well, the other girls won't like it. Why
not?

Competition. Tough.

How about giving a lonely man a bit of
the action, eh?

You look lonely to me, George, yanking
away at the bar with your mates.

Oh, you notice me?

Of course.

How come?

You talk so loud.

Yeah, well, it's not all talk, Blackie.
No, I'm sure.

How about you and me going someplace?

Not tonight.

Not a car?

Maybe you've got a guest somewhere, eh?

Maybe. How much?

You talk but you don't listen. I said
not tonight, Josephine.

You're calling me a puffle, Sammy.

No, of course not.

What's with the Josephine stuff, then?
It's just a saying, an expression, you

know.

Oh.

Well, a single bird comes in here, she's
in here for one thing and one thing

only. Yes, so I've heard.

What's your name?

Come on then, Maggie. Drink up. Let's
go.

You've got to say everything 50 times
around here. I said no.

What's it take to turn into a yes?

More than you can afford.

So it is money, then.

Get lost.

Stop playing games, shall we?

You're hurting my wrist. Yeah, well, I'm
like that. Get my way. I'm lovely. But

if I don't, now come on, let's go.

Trouble, Maggie?

My friend here, George.

Hi, George. He doesn't seem to speak
English. He can't tell no from yes.

He's got a big mouth, George.

How do you like it even bigger?

Apart from one ear to the next?

Yeah, well, if she ain't grafting,
what's she doing in here?

She's on a quiet drink.

Any objections?

I said, was there any objection?

Toe rag?

No. Out.

George, come back. You'll end up in
Ipping Forest.

OK.

Listen, George, I'm sorry. Does not
number...

He hurt you?

I don't prove that easy.

Oh, yeah.

It's a bloody daft assignment if you ask
me. Well, nobody did, but thanks anyway

for the assistance.

For the record, what do you keep in that
pocket?

Hey, it's nice.

Not as big as the last place, but I like
it.

I'll manage.

Yes, I'm sure.

Have a seat.

What's the landlady like?

Amenable. Is she good for the odd Sunday
lunch?

As we know.

Shared nightcap?

This one, I want to strip him.

Oh, I was going to blow on the ear
sometime.

It's funny you should say that.

Look, suggestion for you. Oh, my night
for them.

You need a gaff for your cover.

Somewhere to hustle from.

Somewhere believable, somewhere local.

Well, what about it, my dear?

Hey, marvellous. One problem, what will
you do?

I've, um, friend.

Lives around the corner. Lady friend?

No, his name's Aubrey.

Didn't you know I was ginger?

Shouldn't have mentioned it. You're
pretty prickly. Sorry.

It's a lady.

My fashion expert, remember?

Relax. There's some trouble with our
Nick. It's too cosy every once in a

I'll walk out of that place on my own
man. My life's my own, OK?

Fine.

I'm not an expert on tarts, boudoirs,
and I should think they're pretty light

boxing trophies. Oh, I don't know. Odd
Lonsdale belt for the kinky ones.

Take fully 20 seconds to move them.

Do you mind if I fussy it up a bit?

A bit.

What'll you tell the landlady?

Ex -lady friend, staying over a couple
of nights, OK?

Hey, no phone?

I'm not that, darling. There's one down
the hall.

Oi!

You fancy a dram?

Yeah, I'd love one.

Ooh, that man.

Oh, George.

Yeah. Yeah, tasty, wasn't he?

How are they standing?

They don't have a lot of choice, some of
them.

Poor cows.

That phrase, the meat rack, you start to
know what it really means.

What is it this time?

Too early to tell.

Greta. He fell from his mum's field of
cold.

Who doesn't? Hey, was she born in
England?

No, Jamaica.

Don't you ever use a pattern?

No, take the grill out of it. I don't
want to know what it looks like until

finished. The last one she did had three
arms.

So did the fella.

At least that's what it felt like.

You don't say much, Maggie.

Empty vessels.

My mum was always saying that. Yeah,
mine too.

Right and all.

Never made much sound, I didn't.

How do you all feel about West Bromwich
Albion, then?

Passionately.

None of you said anything, have you,
miserable sods? About what?

My new eye shadow.

Oh, that's what it is.

I thought your old man had dumped you.
Very funny.

It feels very strange from inside,
all...

Heavy.

So, what's happened to Molly, then?
Anybody know?

Yeah, she's gone back where all the good
Scots lasses go, north of the border.

Is she the other one that got done up?

Yeah. Excellent ethics, like listening
to Tommy Darker say.

British? Yeah.

Not very.

I drank from one of the pools once.

£750 ,000.

All the notes stretched across the
cheque. What happened?

Forgot to post them. Oh, sorry. Just my
luck.

I don't even have happy dreams.

Anyone got any idea as to who did it?

No.

Can be a robot.

Does that say anything to anyone?

You don't even seem curious.

I'm not.

What if you're next?

Then it'll be too late to be curious.
Bella was a weirdo. So?

Weirdo's a trap weirdo. Very strange
lady, our Bella.

I knew a shrink once.

Aye, aye. Who used to come round
regular, just to talk.

Is it any wonder, listening to what he's
been listening to all day?

He told me that there are certain people
make evil things happen.

You know, like a moth is attracted to a
lightbulb. That was Bella.

Has to be a king, doesn't he?

Who? The fellow with the razor.

Oh, forget him.

Look, I've got two kids. If I go, who's
going to look after them, eh? If I can

forget him, so can you.

Love, if your name's on it, it's on it.
If it isn't, why worry?

I'm off.

Night, everyone.

Hey, don't forget, Sloan Street, 11 o
'clock.

See how they're biting.

What are you doing out there? Party.

You never told me.

It's a class you do.

Charlie. Be good.

I'm not good.

I'm the best.

You looking for some fun?

I might be.

Want to give me a lift then while you're
making up your mind? Why not?

Hop in.

Look, I knew I was being followed. I got
a bit scared.

I'd hate to meet you when you were very
scared.

Oh, I'm sorry. Are you OK?

Yeah, I think so.

Hey, where'd you learn to wrestle like
that? Dale Martin?

I had a boyfriend once in Houston Judo.

I thought you were.

Well, why were you following me?

Have you got a drink or anything?

I've got a drop of scotch. Yeah, fine.

Do you want some water?

No, I never touch the stuff.

Bottoms up.

If that's the way you like it.

Why were you following me?

Maggie, I've been watching you.

Yes?

Three nights you've been down the Vic
and we don't reckon you've had a pull

I didn't realise I was being spied on.

It's true, isn't it? What is?

Admit it. Admit what?

Oh, you don't come easy, does it?

OK, fair enough. You sussed me out.

Why don't you give the thing in another
go?

Every other housewife defrosting fish
fingers can sing, or thinks she can.

Give her Nelson Riddle and bingo, she's
Peggy Lee.

Who?

Anyway, the girls and I have had a bit
of a whip round.

Yeah, there's 12 quid in there. It's not
a lot, but it'll help out with the

groceries till you get started.

I can't take your money. You're not
taking it.

You're borrowing it. It's a loan.

That's for the scotch.

I'll see you. Good night.

Yes, thanks, Sal.

God bless.

You might not believe it, mister,
inspector, but that's the first dead

ever seen.

Really?

I suppose you see lots.

Too many.

I was driving once in Bedford, and a
woman got knocked down on the bridge.

know the main bridge.

There's such a crowd of ghoulish people.

I couldn't understand it.

When I first saw her...

For one second, you know, I honestly
didn't believe it was her.

No? I thought they'd got it wrong.

It's not her.

I've never seen her hair that colour.

Never.

And she looked so... There's no other
word for it.

So old.

So very old.

It's me.

I really can't explain it.

Sorry.

The 23 next February.

Mr. Putman, hideous as it may seem, the
newspapers will cover this. It is now a

murder inquiry.

Of course, yes. I hadn't thought...
They'll be after you, you know, for

background photos, human interest. Oh,
we'll try to help. Of course we will.

There's no reason not to, is there?

Did you have any idea what Wendy did?

Yes. She lived in London.

We was in Northamptonshire with a close
family.

She rang home most Fridays.

Weekly chinwag with her mum.

What do you think she did?

It's no mystery, Inspector.

No? Nothing to be ashamed of. What was
it?

She worked in the retail trade.

Sounds portentous, doesn't it?

She was an assistant in a shoe shop.

Very good, too.

Been tipped for a managerette's job when
the right vacancy came up.

And so she told us.

But secretly, we thought she was a bit
on the young side.

Look, Mr. Putman, I have to tell you
this, because if I don't, you'll find

from the newspapers. If you know,
perhaps you'll be able to shield your

I don't understand.

Wendy was a prostitute.

No.

There's been a mistake, that's a
mistake.

She has a police record. It does go back
some years. She was arrested on

numerous occasions.

Prostitute?

At the shoe shop.

No, there was no shoe shop.

She didn't work under the name of Wendy
Putman. She used the name Vicky Walker.

Vicky?

You know somebody called Vicky?

Incredible.

Incredible?

I used to have this cartoon stuck up on
my workshop walls.

Cut out of the newspaper, you know.

Been up there for years.

Felt defeated in the end.

He's a man I have a great admiration
for.

Mr. Batman, who are we talking about?

Vicky, the cartoonist.

Her political partner.

She must remember all those years ago.

You obviously won't want to see where
she lived. Perhaps half of her things

for you. I don't want to know that.

How do you go on with the sex of the
woman you've been married to for 32

Guess what?

You don't know us at all.

How do I do it?

Tell me, Inspector.

Tell me.

Need I ask?

Oh, eat.

First he gets told his daughter is dead,
then he has to ID the court, then at a

bonus he gets told that she's nothing
but a commoner garden tom.

Great. And for your next trick, Maggie
Forbes... Hey, easy. Oh, it's easy for

you to talk, Jake. You didn't have to
tell him. He asked me how.

How do I go home and tell my wife?

You got any copycat answers for that?

Thanks for handling Putman, Maggie.
Where is he?

We've got him in a car, shooting him up
the N1.

The locals are in the pictures out in
the WPT. Oh, terrific.

Did you get him a dress so we can parcel
up the kinky gear and the porno piggies

for him? Well, we're a little emotional
at the moment. Correction, we're a hell

of a lot emotional at the moment. This
isn't bobbing, it's social work. Quite

true. Well, a lot of it is, isn't it?

Now, regarding the decoy detail, I'm a
two -minute off. We'll carry on. You

to? Yes.

Chance is all right. Think he'll have
gone to ground. Well, let's work on the

assumption that he isn't that smart or
that his ego's too big or his libido or

whatever else it is that turns him on.

Fine, fine.

Car numbers, owner's addresses, lone men
who were in the vicinity of Victoria

last night. Right, let's get on with it.
You sound in a hurry. I've got a nasty

taste in my mouth, and the sooner I'm
rid of it, the better.

How'd it pull?

About Vicky, then.

Yeah, rough.

Bloody Roth is all over the place.

Don't have a lot to rattle you, do you?

Well, like she said, if your number's on
it.

You think this lipstick's too much?

No. Like kissing a pillar box.

You should always emphasise your assets.

You should.

Well, your Rini's packed it in.

Yeah, she's gone back to her dad's shop.

Chitlins and watermelon.

You carrying on just the same?

Well, I've quit grafting the cars for
the moment.

Who worked out the car?

Oh, so me old man said.

Oh, yes, he must have.

Oh, all he sees is money.

Oh, you're fooling yourself, love.

That's as good as it'll ever be.

How are you?

Suffering from shock at the moment.

I checked it out with Groudy. Thought it
might be a good idea if you have a

visit once in a while.

Well, it is a bit difficult playing no
-no -no -no when you're supposed to be a

working girl.

Where's Jake?

Me and my shadow.

Top of the bill, policeman's fault.

Let's be serious.

Now, this girl's been murdered.

I'm going to call it off, pull you out,
yes?

Oh, I don't like leaving things half
done.

Half done? What am I saying? We haven't
done anything yet. Can we talk about it?

Freak up. Let's go.

Right.

Ready when you are, sailor.

This isn't just a purely social visit.
Now he tells me.

Grout asked me to drop by.

I think he frightened him. If I want a
bit strong. Bloody women, so emotional.

You met the dead girl's father, didn't
you?

Right.

He went home.

Must have told his wife.

He's taken his motor car out, topped it
up with petrol, which was unusual,

apparently. Normally bore it a gallon at
a time.

Oh, no.

WPC went out there this evening, found
them both dead in the garage, maybe

running.

You OK?

Nothing you could do?

You told him. I do.

Who says what it says, sir? It stands to
reason.

What the hell's reason got to do with
it?

Had to be done.

Oh, God, some days it's a lousy job.

Poor little man.

Want you to pack it in? Come home?

No.

I want him.

Whoever he is, whatever, I want him
nicked.

Mr. Moody?

Mr. Alan Moody?

Sorry.

You sure you're not Alan Moody?

Dead sure.

Looks like him to me.

Do you own a Ford Cortina, sir?

No. Rolls -Corniche.

I need the extra space for me paper
round.

Oh, all right. We've had our little
joke. Let's start again.

How are you, Mr. Alan Moody?

Depends which Alan Moody you're after,
doesn't it? The one who lives at 46

and Drive.

Sound familiar?

Sounds familiar.

So you're Alan Moody?

I didn't say that. Yes or no?

Looks like it, doesn't it?

Let's say no more.

Obstructing the police in the course of
their inquiries.

That's an offence, you know. Police? I
thought you were Salvation Army.

Having a coffee with Ronald or
something?

Not a Major Barbara, nor General Boone.

What do you want me for?

Fishing outside territorial waters.

I know the common market's a con, but
don't tell me the Grand Union ain't

British anymore.

All he needs is a haul.

You own a Ford Cortina, right?

That was the other Moody.

Mr. Moody, either here or now, amicably
or down at the nick officially.

Well, it'll take two hours to get round
to you.

Maybe more.

I'm not sure what your amicable means,
but I'll go for that.

The number plate on your motor.

Back and front.

E -Y -X -5 -O -1 -B. See?

And a colour book, whatever you call it.

Where were you two nights ago, sir?

Two nights ago? Oh, God, the things
you're supposed to remember.

I remember sweet rationing.

Jet setter like me could have been
Paris, Beirut, or let's nick him.

I'm fed up with this song and dance.
Hang about, don't give your neck. All

right, we'll tell you where we think you
were, and then it's your turn, OK?

Fair enough.

Two nights ago. You were curb -crawling
in the vicinity of Shepherd's Bush

Green. Hang about?

What's curb -crawling? Looking for a bit
of leg -over.

The pay -at -the -door kind. Prostitute.

Are you serious?

Yes. No way. I wouldn't go with a bross.

Valley mail? Too much. Amium at a
status.

Sorry, mate. Not my scene.

Were you anywhere near the Victoria pub
of Shepherd's Bush Green?

Not within miles.

Can you prove it?

Depends what you call proof.

Well, is there anyone that can vouch for
where you were?

Two nights ago.

It'd be Tuesday, wouldn't it? Uh,
Tuesday.

About what time? Between nine and ten
thirty.

Live a normal life, me. One night's like
any other. Try.

Yeah, easy. I was home. Alone?

No. Old Stripe were there. We met her.

She sent us up here.

You didn't tell her you... No, no, no.
Not a word.

Got enough troubles as it is.

Tuesday night.

Yeah, Tuesday, about 8 .30, my daughter
Charlene drops in with her husband. They

have a couple of games of gin, a few
beers, and then I drive them home.

No, I didn't.

No.

I hadn't even got the motor.

Sorry, you got the wrong number, mate.
Where was it?

In the garage, being serviced.

Overnight? Yeah.

That unusual?

Yeah. Needed a new clutch plate. Must
have been a rare one for what they

You still got the bill?

Yeah, I'm framing it.

Bill checks up the lock.

Where is this garage?

Morning.

Good morning, Mr.

Ryan. Can I help?

We hope so.

We're police officers.

Pleasure to help the police,
particularly in these hard times.

Mr. Ryan, our car comes into this
garage.

Presumably you know where it is to add
its stay with you.

Every second.

I log them in the book, make up the
worksheet with the customer, and the car

keys go on that board over there until
work is ready to come in.

We usually know approximately how long
each job will take.

Customer rings in, calls round, pays the
bill, collects the car, and then stores

it. Until the next time.

But what if a car has to stay overnight?

Same procedure.

End of the day, mechanic hangs the key
back on the board and collects it again

first thing next morning.

Fine. Now, let me be more specific.

I wondered how long we'd talk
generalities.

A customer of yours named Moody.

Ah, yes, yes, I know Mr. Moody.

Uh, 414.

That's him? Yes, he's been coming here
for years.

He's a bit of a clown.

That's him.

His car was here over Tuesday night.

Was it?

Sure.

He said Tuesday.

Uh, what, this Tuesday?

This Tuesday.

Ah, yes, that's correct.

Uh, 5 ,000 miles service. Query with the
fan belt. Keeps it not working.

Filled up with antifreeze, slipping
clutch, clutch renewed.

And it was kept overnight?

It was. We collected it mid -morning
Wednesday.

Mr Ryan, that car was seen and its
number plate was logged by the police in

Shepherd's Bush on Tuesday night.

How would you account for that?

I couldn't. In fact, I... No, no, hold
on, hold on.

Ah, no, I'm wrong, no.

I was going to say it was a physical
impossibility, but the clutch was fixed

Tuesday night.

Do you lock this office?

Of course I do. Every night? Every
night.

Were the keys back on the board, the
Cortina keys, when you locked up on

Tuesday? Well, I said so, but I can't be
certain. Not 100%. It wouldn't be that

day. We ought to spring this, Lockster.

Not easy to get into the shop, though.

There's a lot of expensive equipment out
there. Yeah, I was thinking about

staff.

What was the car doing?

Can you tell me?

Oh, we've seen it's Shepherd's Bush. We
want to talk to the driver. A routine

inquiry.

What time would this be?

Nine, ten -thirty, somewhere around
there.

It was hardly somebody road -testing it.
Hardly.

So you can't help us.

Doesn't look like it.

Any chance of the number being noted
down incorrectly?

Possible. Highly unlikely.

No chance of two people having the same
number? Not legally.

Oh, well, I give up.

Yeah, well, what about one of your boys?

Borrowing it? Oh, no, no, I think not.

A, they all have cars of their own, and
B, it is against all company rules.

Yeah, well, rules are there to be
broken, according to some people. True.

Well, you can ask them if you like, but
I doubt if anyone will admit to it.

How many sets of keys are there to the
outside shop?

Three. And to this office?

Two, and there's one on file somewhere.

Have you a lift of your men's names and
addresses?

Yes. I'll have to get it next door from
the couch.

Do you want it now? Please.

Excuse me.

Switcher plates?

Why?

I only asked a question.

Just back from the garage.

And? No sugar.

Right. Oh, thanks.

Coffee's better this side of town.
Really?

Perhaps that'll persuade you to stay.

About the garage.

The Cortina was there Tuesday night.

So, that lets friend Moody out. Seven
mechanics. Man named Ryan does the

bookkeeping, runs reception.

Type of celestinist. Doesn't even have a
driving licence.

Oh, and an earth mother in account. Been
there since Lord Nuffield was in short

pounds. So, what's that? Seven suspects
in all?

Eight.

Now, what I've done... I hope you'll
approve.

Sure I will, sir. I've got a
photographer, telephoto on his brownie.

all eight coming or going from a house
opposite.

Occupied? Councillor, housing committee,
a good personal friend.

Then we'll show the photos round and run
our own spot the ball.

One of them possibly is the man who
striped you. I want you to pick him out

it is not grassy. What is it then?
Shopping only for Christmas? No one

know it was you. No, just a quick nod
and I'm down the nick for an identity

parade. I give you my word. You would?
Yes. No comment.

What are they, mechanics or something?

Any one of them strikers familiar?

None of them.

You've not seen any of these men before?
I told you, didn't I?

Have you thought much about the man who
did it?

Think? I've not time to think, have I?
With every gormless copper in F Division

coming up here to turn me over.

Well, you can see their point. You could
be concealing the identity of a

murderer. Now, you don't want to report
an assault, it's your affair, but a

murder is a different ballgame. I told
them everything I know.

I know, I read it, it couldn't have
taken long.

Your face is looking better.

Thank you.

Mr Magoo.

Looks like a mop of the underground.

Be silly to lie to me, Bella. Why would
I? I'm not sure. Some sort of revenge?

Some little vigilante do -it -yourself
group? If there was a chance, half a

chance, of nailing this bastard for
myself, there's no way I'm going to tell

anything. Now, listen.

A murder.

An assault.

A wounding, perhaps, too. Carrying an
offensive weapon.

Enough to put him away forever. Isn't
that enough? For you, maybe. And you?

The first shriek when the knife goes in.

And this is the one she dwelt on? Ryan?
Yes.

He's the one with the access keys, what
have you.

Why don't I go and see him at the
garage?

And do what?

Put myself on offer. See if I can wind
him up. How?

What?

Try and buy a car.

See if I can get him round to the
Victoria.

Using yourself as bait? Sort of.

I'm having a vision of Bill Russell's
face. Yeah, it's with backup.

Of course.

What's the talk without a pimp?

No, no, I can't fit you in until
Thursday.

All right, all right, Mr Elliot. I'll
put you down for Thursday.

Soon after nine as possible, please.
Yes, I'll put the work in there.

Thank you.

Mr Ryan?

That's me. Yeah, they said I'd find you
in.

How can I help?

I'm looking for an old car to buy.

Champagne, taste, pale ale, money.

How much? Oh, I don't know.

200 quid, you know, run forever, nothing
that can't be fixed, the curvy group.

Yeah, well, we don't sell cars here.

Sales are handled from our ones, with
Sarah.

Yes, I know that, but they said, have a
word with you, smile nicely, and

maybe you'll fix something.

Yes, well, I'll keep an eye open.

Oh, would you? I'll be no way in grave.

How about an address or phone number?

What's better than that? You find me a
car and I'll buy you a drink down the

Vic. You know the Victoria, don't you?

Yes. Yeah, I bet you do. All the
gentlemen know where the Victoria is.

a phone number?

7430606.

I'm out a lot.

Well, you know how it is.

Come down the Vic, ask for Maggie and
we'll have a nice little drink together,

OK? All right.

Tell me.

What's the perfume you use?

It's American.

An American gentleman bought me a
bottle. Do you like it?

It's very fragrant.

Yeah, I like it.

Hey, I'll tell you what.

Well?

You were going to forget me, were you?

Maggie and the thing. What?

Any time after seven.

Holbrooks?

Gran?

It's not like you to phone me here.

No, I haven't forgotten.

We discussed it last night, don't you
remember?

I said I'd go to the library and... No,
look, I haven't forgotten.

Yes, yes, it's perfectly clear.

We said we'd have a go at one of the
Russians.

The Anna Karenina or... Well, I know,
but it's only at the end.

Well, if you think it's too glum, we...
we'll go for another Jane Austen or

something, hmm?

Well, it was only a suggestion.

Look.

Look, I must go, I must go.

It's my desk. It looks like the wreck of
the Hesperus.

Bye.

All neatly stashed away, sir. Nobody
found a thing. Good.

Jake? Yes.

Mr Ryan.

Oh, how did you find me?

I called the number. Your landlady gave
me the address.

Oh, I see.

Well, you found one already.

Found one?

You were going to... found me a car. You
know, my 200 quid banger? Yes, yes.

Yes, I found one.

That's why I'm here.

I want to take you there and show you.
Oh, I'm afraid I can't come just now.

Why's that?

I've got to go out.

You've got to come.

I told the owner.

I'll tell you what. Why don't I meet you
later? No.

It's got to be now.

It must be the call I'm expecting.

What makes you think so?

It's due. It's about 7 .30 they said.

Look, do you mind stepping out of my
way?

The landlady says she's not there.

Give it another ten minutes. It's a
quarter to eight.

If anything happens to her, I'll be
early to turn on traffic control.

Out them on bloody Golia.

So what are you going to do?

Stripe me?

Or kill me?

I didn't mean to. killer. No, I'm sure
you didn't. Maybe you go slashing around

with that thing, you never know what
damage you can do. I just wanted them to

look ugly. Why?

Tat.

Cheap, filthy tat.

For every whore there has to be a
client.

Why are you so down on them?

Why don't they give you a hard time? I
wouldn't touch one.

Are you married?

Mr. Ryan?

No.

You live alone?

No, I live with my grandmother.

You look after her, do you? Yes.

Yes, we look after each other. That
sounds nice. It is.

She's a remarkable woman.

A fine person.

Have you ever thought who'd look after
her if you weren't there?

I'll be there. You won't, you know. Who
says? I do.

No, I'm seeing anything.

Well, they have all got his picture,
sir.

Of course.

What sort of Amazon are you showing?

I'm worried.

You're like the rest of them. You'll
make a mistake in the end. Not me. Too

late, Mr. Ryan. You've already made it.

Oh, yes.

Tell me about it.

Mr. Moody's Cortina. You shouldn't have
borrowed it.

How did you know? I suppose you took a
different car each time.

How did you know about the Cortina? They
have a photo. Who have they?

Who's they?

You've shown it to girls already.

They're probably tracing you right this
minute. They probably followed you here.

Did you check?

You're saying that to frighten me. Why
bother?

You think they believed you when they
questioned you in the garage?

They didn't.

You're not a... No, I'm not.

What are you? Can't you guess?

In my bag on the bed. See for yourself.

Go on, open it.

Take out the blue wallet.

We've known for some time. Just a matter
of giving you enough rope.

Oh, God.

Oh, the mess.

Don't tell Grandma.

Promise. You mustn't.

She must never know.

Please.

She'll find out, Mr Ryan.

She's bound to in the end.

She used to kiss me goodnight.

As she bent over, I'd smell her perfume.

I'll always remember that. Would your
mother?

We were all so happy together.

It was such fun.

It was holidays at the cottage.

I never realised, of course, why she
went out.

Every night.

Where the money came from.

It was that perfume.

She used to look and smell so beautiful.

All right! All right!

What did you do to him?

Hello. Your man.

Must have given you a laugh.

Not at all. I thought it was very kind.

I bet.

That's true.

Why couldn't you let us in on it?

Trust me, it was possible. You made us
look right, Bert.

Not at all. Yes, you did.

You conned us. We thought the man for
you, didn't we? Made life easier for

safer, no?

Yeah. And had a bloody good laugh at our
expense.

A lot of dumb scrubbers? Yeah, I can
imagine what you said.

It wasn't like that.

OK, you brought the money back.

Goodbye.

Can't we even have a farewell drink on
it?

Inspector, I'm particular who I drink
with.

Is that how you all feel?

Ah, go on, sling your hook.

Fair enough.

Police. Big.

Yeah, I don't know.

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