All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s04e09 Tough Mrs Rudge.eng

How much, dear?

A lot.

Oh.

Oh! Yes.

Sorry, dear, I haven't got my stick.

Twenty.

Excuse me, madam. Would you mind if I
looked in your shopping bag?

Why, dear?

Would you mind?

The bread's not on the receipt. The milk
is. Not the bread.

I've got to get back now. I'm sorry,
dear. I've got my job to do. Come on,

None of that. I've seen all that before.

Say, 40?

Doctor here, ma 'am. Well, how do you
get 40 in a place that size?

I mean, for once. Shall I tell him
you're on your way? What? The doc.

I didn't ask for a doctor.

Oh, well, look, it's the old lady down
for shoplifting. She's not very clever.

Shoplifting's unicorn business.

Yeah, look, the doctor thinks you should
see her.

Oh, well, I'm just coming, OK?

Yeah, well, look, can you get the serial
numbers, the makes, things like that?

Yeah, straight away.

What did you have for breakfast, Mrs.
Ranch?

Why did you go shopping with only 22p in
your purse?

Did you have any breakfast at all?

Can you rustle up a nice hot cup of tea?

Plenty of sugar.

You know what malnutrition is?

It's not eating. And it's what you've
got.

Now, why don't you eat properly?

I do eat proper. I had porridge this
morning. I like a bit of porridge and a

of toast.

What's she doing? Now, you just go on
talking to the inspector.

Get your hands off me. It's all right,
Mrs. Roach. He's just going to take your

blood pressure. It won't hurt. I don't
want him to. Get him off.

What happened here, Mrs. Roach?

They're nothing.

Bites. Insect bites.

It's a frat. I went to see the men at
the camp. Are you sick, Mrs. Roach?

I've seen scars like that before.

They're burns.

Done with a cigarette.

The lady's cigarette, it was held
against the flesh for several seconds.

She has been in shock, of course.

It must have taken a lot of courage for
her to get up and go out shopping.

Yes. Or maybe it was hunger.

What? Well, I don't know what she had to
eat for the last couple of weeks.

Not much by the look of it.

Serious malnutrition.

Perhaps it was the bones. She wasn't
well enough to go out and buy anything.

22 pence.

Sorry?

She went shopping with just 22 pence.

I wonder what that's got to do with the
ferns.

Well, I'd like to keep her in for a
couple of days. Treat her around. Sounds

like a good idea. Get some food inside
of her. Look, I'll try and pick up some

of her family.

What's the time, dear?

It's only half past ten.

Are you going somewhere?

Yeah, got to be somewhere.

Hello, Mrs Rush. How are you feeling?

OK.

Mrs. Rudge, have you got any family
living in London? Any sons or daughters?

Family. Grandchildren?

My son went to Australia just after the
war. He used to write regular every

month. Have you got anyone else?

No.

Well, look, the doctor thinks you should
stay here for a couple of days just to

get your strength up. Here?

Well, you haven't been eating, have you,
Mrs. Rudge?

I can't stay here.

Why haven't you been eating properly?

I've got to get back. There's nothing to
worry about, Mrs. Rudge. I've got to

get back.

Expected. Who by?

Friends of mine. You need a good rest,
Mrs. Rudge. Be looked after. I can look

after meself.

Where's me aunt?

You want us to get her back? No, it's
all right.

Come on, Mrs. Rudge. We're going home.

We're what?

I'll take you back.

No, we're not.

Just you and me in my car. It's on my
way.

I'm not going with you.

Would you like to go home in an
ambulance, Mrs. Rudge? I'm going home on

Look, Mrs. Rudge, I'm not well. I just
want to see everything's all right. Food

and everything.

No.

Just take me as far as the street.

Nobody's going no further than that.

You can take hold of that other woman
for me.

What's that supposed to be?

It's a chronic.

Would have thought that was obvious.

Is it yours?

I thought you might like it.

Miss Hubble?

Yeah, I have D .I. Forbes with me.

Miss Hubble?

Detective Inspector Forbes.

I believe you know a Mrs. Rudge of Hill
Green Estate, Coventry House.

Will you know of her?

Yes. Well, do you think you could get to
know her a bit better, Miss Hubble?

The supermarket has done her the
shoplifting, but that's not the point.

hasn't been eating properly and somebody
has been using her right arm as an

ashtray.

No, I mean somebody has been torturing
her, Miss Hubble.

Well, perhaps you haven't been knocking
loud enough.

Yes, well, do you think you could get
over there and see what's going on?

Thanks. Perhaps we can have a chat
later.

Hasn't spoken to her for two years.

They can't talk to everyone.

OK, but why is it the ones they never
talk to are the ones who get hurt?

Did you say torture? Yes, that's right.

Happening here on this patch.

What kind of person does that? Got to be
a nutter.

That's right, a nutter.

Somebody we had to look after because of
the caring society.

How is it that we can never look after
the old women who get beaten, but we've

always got plenty of time and money and
colour tellies for the ones who do the

beating?

Why?

Nice. Yeah.

I meant the crime, not the picture.

Nobody gets their arms burned. Somebody
could lose a lot of money.

Some people have got a lot of money to
lose, unlike some other people.

Getting involved.

You didn't see the old lady, sir.

She did.

She simply won't talk to me.

Well, she doesn't know you, does she?

Oh, she must have seen me around. I've
certainly seen her.

Apparently she's not well.

Neither would you be if you didn't eat.

What does she do with her money?

Well, it doesn't go very far.

Nothing further than a bottle of milk.

I'd like to see inside that flat.

You're a police officer?

I think that was probably the wrong
thing to do.

She's hiding something, colouring up for
somebody. Couldn't you talk to her?

If I get the chance.

Well, couldn't you make the chance?

I mean, couldn't you be in the right
place at the right time? She can't stay

there forever.

What do you expect me to do, camp
outside her house?

I've got a lot of people to see,
Inspector. Well,

that's a matter of opinion.

You can't be serious.

Well, I'll do what I can, but I'm not
making any promises.

I'm not asking for promises.

It's a bit of action.

These weren't done today?

No, they're four or five days old.

Not from the fall?

No, no, I think not.

They look like blows.

Kicks? They could be.

Oh, my God.

That's why I let you know, Inspector.

Mrs. Rudd, she's had a very bad time.

Bad time?

Please, cover her.

We don't know yet whether the injuries
were caused... I can't help her now. You

can. My job is to get the people who did
it. Well, yes. Yes, but I'll need her

help. Oh, Mrs. Rogers, but you've just
seen her. Well, she's got to wake up,

hasn't she? I mean, she's sick, but
she's still alive. She's got to come

sooner or later.

Yes, and when she does, I want to be
here. I want you to ring me at once,

or day.

Okay, but she might not be able to
remember very much. Well, Mrs. Rogers is

only person who knows who did this.

She may remember just enough.

I'll be waiting for the call.

Is that important?

Doctor, those people are still out
there.

I'll have to make this rudge. Who the
hell next?

The important thing is to keep it
moving, the picture or whatever. Build

list of acceptable owners and then at
the right moment stick it in a public

auction and buy it back.

Sort of makes it legitimate, if you can
get away with it.

Half the value lies in the provenance.

Who owned it and when.

I mean, take the original. You take it.

Sorry?

Mike, I don't care.

You don't care?

It's one fat cat nicking the cream off
another fat cat. I should lose sleep

them. This is a worldwide racket.
There's millions of quid involved. I can

believe it. But you're not bothered.

It's just money.

What's that supposed to mean?

You can't hurt money. It's only paper.

I'm talking about the people who handle
the money. No, you're not.

You're talking about valuables, works of
art, bank balances.

I'm talking about people who don't even
know what a bank balance is.

When you hurt them, it's got to be
physical.

end up in a public ward.

Unconscious.

Okay.

Look.

Come and have a cup of coffee.

I've got a heap of stuff. Ten minutes
isn't going to change anything. Just

pretend for ten minutes that not
everything's bad all the time.

Oh, well.

Why not?

I thought you might want to see this.

Put it on the desk. What is it? Oh, was
it?

Oh, it's like... Death aid.

Why should I want it? Belongs to an old
lady from Gilby Street, just by Hill

Green.

What happened to it?

She was going down for her pension.

They were waiting for her by the
underpass. Knocked her down, grabbed her

Only a couple of bobbinets on and got
hold of her death aid.

Pulled it up her, threw it on a pavement
and smashed it with his boot.

Just thought you'd want to see it.

All that you did about pretending?

I'll make that coffee a scotch. Oh,
that'll change everything.

It'll change nothing. Neither will you,
sitting here, going out of your mind.

Pull yourself together. You're a bloody
police officer, not a leading lady. And

the act's getting a bit hammy now. Come
on.

I can't fight them on their terms, on
their ground. I don't understand them,

Mike. They don't understand themselves.
Look, kids who fight authority.

Well, that I can understand.

Kids who hate coppers, hate their
teachers, hate their dads, anyone with

It makes a sort of sad sense of getting
their own back.

That a deaf old lady has got less than
they've got?

I'm just lost.

And the sheer brutality of it.

A group of teenagers knock down an old
woman who can barely walk. Do they get

something out of this?

It can't be money, because usually the
old lady hasn't got any. So what?

You'd have to be a psychiatrist.

Oh, they don't know why.

Perhaps the kids are just mental.

No, I won't buy that.

When we get them back to the nick, they
know all the answers. They never say any

of the wrong things.

There's something missing inside.

I know they're normal, but they're not
normal.

Moral imbecility.

What? Isn't that the new jargon?
Mentally and physically they're OK, but

they ought to be in wheelchairs.

That's why we have to be kind to them.

Imbecility. Who the hell dreamt that one
up?

A phone call for you. Dr Sands, someone,
says you want him to ring.

On my way.

Right, I'll buy you the other heart
later.

Thanks. Peter?

If someone said moral imbecility to you,
what would you say?

Oh, um... Vicious little bastard.

What would you say, sir?

No, I think that's quite good.

Doctor, I'd like to see her straight
away.

I'm sorry, Inspector. Well, you rang the
station. She came round, didn't she?

Well, it's not wasting your time.

I'm afraid she's dead.

She was conscious for about seven or
eight minutes, then back into a coma.

She died almost immediately.

I'm very sorry.

Well, don't be sorry for me.

But she talked a little. I was there.

What did she say?

We got it on the recorder.

After you'd gone, I took my catheter
recorder down to the wall, just in case.

The nurse switched it on when she
started to talk.

It's in my office.

Okay, let's hear it. Please.

I'm sorry I couldn't keep her alive,
Inspector.

I hope you have more luck than me.

I won't be relying on luck, Doctor. Let
her live, please.

OK. And you reckon the flat next door's
been broken into?

Hmm.

That'll be at 118, yeah?

And do you know who lives there, Mrs
Corbett?

There.

Mrs...

Mrs. Rudge.

It's going to be hard to tell if they
took anything.

They didn't. There wasn't anything to
take.

Any prints?

No, ma 'am.

That's right.

They didn't take anything because it
could have been identified.

And they wore gloves.

When they get into court, they tell the
magistrate they can't even write their

own names.

That's pretty.

Was. Oh, it's like the real thing.

Real?

Chelsea, something like that.

Valuable?

Mike Turnbull, no?

And they missed it.

Oh, no, it was pretty, so they smashed
it.

That chair wasn't pretty, but it was
useful, so they smashed that too.

This whole flat mattered to somebody, so
they destroyed it.

Oh, my God.

Who did it?

What's Mrs. Rudge ever done to anyone?

Was she here when it happened? No.

Does she know?

She died in hospital today.

Because of what was done to her.

Because there was nobody to keep the
scum off.

Then that's what it's like, isn't it?

Who did it?

Kit.

And yet there's always a reason.

Yeah, well, it doesn't have to be a good
reason.

Young people have to live in the society
that we make for them.

They're as much the victims as Mrs.
Rudge.

Oh, you know what it's like round here.

Concrete and tarmac and everyone on the
make from top to bottom. They don't give

a damn about the young.

And when something like this happens,
everyone turns on them. Suddenly they

remember the kids.

They didn't ask to be brought up in this
rat trap.

Who did, Miss Hubble?

I mean, you think that people that
torture old women and then wreck their

deserve our sympathy, do you?

You think that it's our fault, yours and
mine.

Some of it. What about the other part,
the part that isn't our fault?

We behave like monsters, but we expect
our children to behave like saints. No,

I'm not talking about mischief.

I'm not even talking about petty crime.

We've always had that.

I'm talking about fadism.

About... terrifying old folk for kicks,
because there's nothing much else to do

that night. And don't try the
unemployment argument on me, because

kids that do this are still at school.

Don't you think you're being a bit
unfair?

Unfair?

Mrs. Rudge is lying in the morgue, burnt
and kicked to death, and I'm being

unfair?

I think I caught your inspector at the
wrong moment.

You reckon?

There's a thing.

Isn't that cake?

Bloody yob.

If they'd tried that ten years ago...
Oh, I know, I know.

Have you got far to go?

No, just around the corner.

One of these days they'll kill somebody.

And what are the police doing about it?

They keep getting more money, but it
doesn't seem to do no good, does it?

Thanks, miss.

Thanks.

Not at all, Mr Bridges. Always...

Pleasure to talk to the press.

Who's been shouting his mouth off?

Someone from this nick has told the
courier that we have a special problem

Blacks. Now, who is it?

I... Well, if I find out who it is, it
won't be Blacks he has a special problem

with. What can I do for you?

I want to come off the rudge case. What?

Look, I don't know how to say this,
really, but I... I just can't think

about it anymore.

They broke into our flat last night.

as if a pack of wild animals got loose.

I mean, there wasn't much there to start
with by the time they'd got through it.

When I first saw what they did to the
old lady, I was sick.

When she died, I got so angry, I
couldn't even drive the car straight.

And now the flat.

They couldn't get their hands on her, so
they did the next best thing.

Now, I tell you, if ever I get my hands
on them, I'll kill them.

I don't trust myself anymore, so I can't
do the job properly. I'm just waiting

to come face to face with them. Right,
because they wrecked the flat? Oh, no,

but it just brought everything together.
The violence, the stupidity, the

weight, the sheer evil of it.

That social worker turned up.

She talks as if she's reading it out of
a book.

Oh, I blew my top. I said a lot more
than I should have done. I'm sorry, but

just not right for this case at this
moment. I shall end up murdering

And don't tell me to go home and forget
about it. I'll feel better in the

morning because I won't. You didn't see
her.

Well, what's so different about it?

We let it happen.

It happened. We didn't let it happen.
We're not responsible for what goes on

there. We just clean up afterwards. You
didn't hear her. I've got a tape in my

office. They're the last words that Mrs
Rudd ever spoke. She died of terror.

Just sit down, Maggie. No, look, I'd
rather stand. Please, just sit down.

One, you're not coming off the case.

Two, if you cock it up, it's my fault,
not yours. Three, this is the worst

moment of the lot. It's all still with
you.

The body, the bruises, the bones smashed
up flat. You're worried you won't be

able to handle it.

You know, it's going to be bloody
difficult finding those kids. That's

you angry and frustrated.

Which brings us back to point number
one.

You're staying on the case till you
bring those vermin in.

The sooner you get started, the better.
On your way, Inspector.

Russell. Yeah?

Yeah? No, no, wrong, wrong, wrong.

Vicky Smith fled the country.

A couple of years back.

South Africa.

Oh, you reckon?

Oh, there was nothing, ma 'am. No
prints, nothing at all.

Well, just one thing.

Where was this?

Stuck to the electric fire. There was
nothing else in the flat that colour.

You sure?

Well, nothing leather.

Electric fire?

See, I reckon it could be off a shoe.

If someone knocked their foot against
the fire, they might have scraped a bit

the leather off.

Green shoe?

Well, it's just an idea, ma 'am, but
they did go berserk up there, you know,

chucking things about, kicking things.

I wonder if it was a girl.

Yeah, could be.

Good.

Nothing else?

They were too careful.

It's nearly ten o 'clock, you know.

Oh, is it?

Light cup of coffee.

Oh, that sounds like a good idea.
Thanks, Jake.

Any luck?

You know, I never knew there were so
many shades of green.

Oh, I don't know. I think I'll give it a
rest.

Still at it.

Don't you ever work? I start early.

Ah. Light cup of coffee, sir. No,
thanks. I'm going for something a little

stronger.

And I hope I'm not going alone.

No, you most certainly are.

It may all look better in the morning.

Never does.

Good night, Jake. Good night, Jake.

Good night.

Do you think it's a good idea, working
this late?

I don't know.

Oh, uh, this isn't Chelsea. It's a copy,
probably made in Germany, turn of the

century, not worth anything.

To you?

Look, you asked me to find a... I'm
sorry.

How's your crooked art collector?

Shy. Doesn't like talking on the phone.
Probably in South America by now.

Fashionable.

We're not getting very far, are we, you
and I?

Mike.

If there weren't any villains, the job
would be easy.

As it is, it's not just hard. Sometimes
it's bloody impossible. That's what they

want you to think.

Look, you're not going back to the nick
tonight. Why don't you come and have a

bite to eat?

No. I can't. Steve's expecting me. Phone
him.

I fall asleep in the middle of the soup.

They don't serve soup at this place.

Another night. Maybe Thursday.

Phone?

If nothing crops up, phone.

You're on.

Making your round?

Oh, no, sir. She's in court this
morning. The Williams brothers.

The what?

Williams. Oh, yeah.

And what do you want?

The Rudge case, sir.

Make up your mind which you'll solve
first, won't you?

The Rudge case or that Crossworth
puzzle?

All right.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Excuse me, miss.

All right.

Come on.

Right. Taking a piss was pretty easy,
wasn't it, eh?

Getting rid of it was a bit more
difficult. So what

was all the hurry?

I don't have to answer no questions.

You nicked a purse from an old lady's
bag?

I never.

He planted that. OK, so he planted it.
So what was all the hurry?

Thought he was trying to pick me up.

But he looks the sort.

Miss Lorna Baines, 43 William Street,
SE5. All right, so you don't live around

here. Do you work around here?

Find out.

That's how you bought yourself a new
pair of shoes, isn't it?

You look as if you've been rock climbing
in those. Are they your favourite pair?

Sergeant, I want someone to go down 43
William Street and see how many pairs of

shoes Miss Baines has got and bring her
in a spare pair, will you?

What's all this about?

Lorna, you've made two mistakes already.

One, you kept those shoes. You should
have chucked them.

Two, you tried to run.

Now you're about to make a third
mistake.

You're going to tell me that you're a
good, honest, hard -working girl that's

never done anyone any harm in all her
life.

Now, I won't buy that, and you know I
won't buy it. What I want from you is

information.

I don't know what you're talking about.

What were you doing on Monday night?

All right. What were you doing on
Tuesday night?

Nothing. Whereabouts were you doing
nothing?

Dunno. Can't remember.

Take your shoes off. Getting lost.

What the hell's this? Slight lack of co
-operation, sir. Seems like he attacked

you. You saw him.

Sorry.

Philip's going to need a warrant. Are
you in a hurry? No, hang on.

Oh, look at that.

No, he doesn't have to go down there
now. I've got what I want here.

That found in flat? Yep.

You ain't a bit of bother, aren't you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Sir, can I get a bag for those shoes?

Yep. Perfect fit.

Right, Lorna Bain.

Now, I'm going to tell you what I know
and you can tell me what you know.

And you're going to sit there until
we're finished.

I'll have seen nothing till I get my
shoes back. Last Monday night, you were

flat 118, Coventry House, Hill Green
Estate.

That's right.

Mrs Ruddy's flat.

You know that we can do you for criminal
damage.

No problem. We can prove that you were
there.

What I want to know is who were the
others. Are you saying you were on your

Well, is that right, that you were on
your own?

Okay. So, you were on your own.

You let yourself in. You didn't have to
break the door down because you already

had a key.

Trouble if there was no key in your bag.

Oh, what a shame. But perhaps somebody
else had the key.

Perhaps I rang the bell and the old lady
let me in. Let you in?

Yeah, why not?

Why the hell should she let you in?

That's going to help her clean up the
flat, won't it?

Take her back.

You do it for the burglary.

You do it for the damage.

You do it for the GBH, too. Why not? It
wasn't her.

She was there. It could have been. You
don't call somebody ginger when they've

got black hair.

Well, the old lady was probably raving.
She wasn't properly conscious anyway.

No, that's why I don't think she made it
up.

Anyhow, I reckon Baines is scared.

Why? I said to feel him, but something's
bothering him. Yeah, she's bothered by

being charged.

Oh, no, not exactly. I don't think she's
frightened of us. Something else.

Somebody else.

Well? You think she's covering up for
somebody?

Do a deal. Make it worth a while. You
said yourself she's not the ringleader.

No.

Well, why not?

Baines was there.

Baines watched them torturing the old
lady. She may even have helped. I'm not

doing a deal with Baines.

Oh, Maggie. Why do you have to make it
so hard on yourself, eh?

Shall we try again in the morning, ma
'am?

No. We'll try again now.

It's not the time, is it? No.

Go and fetch her.

Sound of bloody Russians, though, ain't
it?

Never let you sleep. Sit down.

Who was with you at Mrs Rudd's flat?

Oh, Christ. Leave it out.

Now that one!

You know, I think I know what's
bothering you.

Oh, good.

The identification parade.

They don't prove nothing. We haven't had
one, have we?

Yeah, well, when the old lady's had a
good look at me through the keyhole. No,

there won't be an identification parade.

Not in this case.

Why not?

You can look at it.

What's she on about?

I do what she says.

Think about it.

You see, our woman's sick or something.

What's going on?

And what's all this about?

It's got nothing to do with me. Yeah, I
didn't do this. I didn't do nothing.

I only went to the flat once that last
time.

Where's she gone and what's she up to?

Hey, she ain't snuffed it, is she?

She died?

That's right.

She died on Tuesday.

From injuries inflicted by a person or
persons unknown.

Well, not unknown, exactly.

Well... I never did no injury.

I mean, that was nothing to do with me.
Who then?

Look, let me just remind you, we've got
about five crimes here, including a

violent death, and I've got one solid
suspect. That's all I need to go into

court with.

Yeah, but I mean... I might remember
something, but...

But you'd have to leave me out of this,
right?

If you'd give me a word...

I think that's all we're going to get.

Okay, you can take my bag.

Here, hang on. I said I was going to try
now.

Go on, then.

Well, it had nothing to do with killing
the old woman, right?

That was nothing to do with me.

If I give you names, I don't want to go
up with the rest of them.

The way it looks now, you'll be going up
on your own. We don't know the names of

the rest of them, do we?

It's not fair. Not what?

There were three of them.

I just went along on the last day.

Stone's Cross and my... ..my father.

But it was really a journey's idea that
I went along to the flat first place.

You said three.

Don't what?

I'm Maureen Fowler.

Don't win it.

You said three.

You don't have to say you said it. I
mean, you don't have to tell her that I

said anything.

Ginger Dawson.

Ginger Dawson. She don't have to know.
It was me who said it. Where does she

live?

Up Paddington.

Burton Street.

Ginger Dawson.

She... Thanks very much.

You can get some sleep now.

We can all get some sleep now.

Right, 01 in at the Dawton.

The neighbour reckons Mrs Dawson works
down at the street market.

Ginger may be there too.

OK, let's move.

Kind of staunched.

Ah, dresses, belts, genuine ruby
necklaces.

Here, give me one pack.

Do you want it? Do you want that one?

Do you want

it or don't you?

Do you want that one?

Do you reckon two of us could be enough,
though?

She could slip away from here and never
be seen again.

I wouldn't put money on it.

Who's that?

Parker. Dennis Parker. He's near.

He'll do.

You know me, don't you? D .I. Forbes.

Oh, yes, ma 'am. All right. I've got a
little job for you. We're looking for

girl in about 17 Ginger Hair. Now,
that's all we know about her. I want you

go back to the first junction. If you
see her, grab her. She'll make her

17 Ginger Hair. Right, ma 'am.

I like you the other one with the
string.

Pretty, ain't they?

Not much.

I've been asking three quid for them.

You can have two of them for a fiver.

Ginger around.

You're joking.

She's probably gone up.

Are you a friend of hers?

I know a friend of hers.

Well, try Harry.

Now, hang on here. She comes now.

Have you got a quid, Mum? What for?

Just give us the quid. There's a friend
of yours here.

A what?

I've been talking to Lorna.

Lorna who?

He's well there.

Yeah, I used to play a bit of rugger.

You should have given it up.

Got a bit violent.

OK.

For starters, I want to know where you
were and what you were doing from Friday

the 1st to Monday the 11th, inclusive.

What do you want, a legal
representative?

Just give us his name, we'll get him up
here.

You know, refusing to answer questions
will buy you nothing.

If you don't tell us what you were
doing, we'll draw our own conclusions.

You'll have to talk when you get into
court, you know, and that's where you're

going. Now, judges regard silence as
contempt.

They don't like it.

They hate it.

Hey.

And I hate them.

What are you, thick or something?

Is that what you're trying to work?

Diminished responsibility.

Best of luck.

Oh, no, you've been far too careful to
get away with that one.

You worked everything out.

Instead of straightforward mugging on
the street, which is always slightly

and not always profitable, you decided
to terrorise an old lady into giving you

her pension.

When she objected, you tortured her.

When she threatened to come to us, you
tortured her again.

When she didn't turn up one night, you
wrecked her flat.

When she died... Well, now, I guess the
only thing that bothered you was the lot

of 27 quid a week.

I wouldn't try to diminish
responsibility.

The fact that you behave like something
that crept out from under a stone isn't

actually going to help.

We're going to have to get you a lawyer
at public expense.

He'll be working for you. You can talk
to him in private. He'll prepare your

case.

All I can say is I'm glad I haven't got
his job.

All right, take it back.

Hey, you.

Tea. I want a cup of tea.

You've got to give it to me.

I've got rights.

Stand up.

Go and screw yourself.

No tea.

No nothing.

You didn't get anywhere.

I thought there was nowhere to get.

Better have a look at that. I've marked
the interesting bits.

Cause of death was heart failure. Reason
for heart failure not determinable. Not

determinable? All right, don't have a go
at me. I didn't write it.

She was murdered.

All they're saying is Mrs. Rudge was an
old lady.

They don't know what condition her heart
was in before Dawson got to her. What

they do say is recent injuries could
have been a contributory factor.

That's as far as they'll go.

Who are these people?

Look, no -one's going to stick their
neck out unless they're 100 % sure.

She could have had a dicky heart.

They're not sure, so they're not going
to say they're sure. Still, don't let

Dawson off the hook. I'll settle for 99
% sure. If the legal department press

it. Come on, Maggie, face the facts.
There is a doubt. Oh, is there a hell of

doubt?

Why do we bother?

And that's not all.

They had a key to the flat. All right,
we're certain. They scared the old lady

into giving it to them, but we don't
know. It'll be hard to prove.

No. It'd be impossible to prove it. It's
likely that she gave it to them. No,

but it's possible.

Look, I want all your paperwork so I can
make my recommendations. I'll send the

entire lot off to the solicitor's
department, then it's up to them.

What's the point?

Listen, you're a policewoman.

As far as the Rudge case is concerned,
you've done everything right. You got

much further than I thought you would.

You found your suspects and you brought
them in, and that, for you, is where it

ends. Now, you want to weep salt tears
about what happens next, don't you, in

office, please?

Tomorrow, I want you to look at the
Mickey Smith business, yes?

Well done.

You know what day it is?

No.

Friday.

Yesterday was Thursday.

So?

We had a date.

Firm. So long as nothing came up.

Something did.

Yeah, now I heard.

They'll get something even if it's only
resisting arrest.

Oh, great.

What do you want then, the cat, the
rope? I don't think it would help.

They're not deterrent of all the ginger
daughtons of this world.

There's nothing there.

They're just solid plastic. They're like
a billiard ball. There's no way in. If

there was, there'd be nothing to find.

If it wasn't so bloody revolting, you'd
be quite sad.

Okay, so where are you taking me?

You mean that?

Yeah.

I make it good.

I've got a particularly nasty taste in
my mouth.

Ah, I caught you. Good.

Not this time you didn't. Good night,
Jake. It's Mrs. Pearson.

Tell me in the morning. She's in the CID
room.

Mrs. Pearson? The old lady had a hearing
aid. Do you remember? I brought the

bits in.

What does she want?

She's been talking things over her
neighbour, deciding she ought to do

something. So?

She wants to tell us all about the ones
who mugged her.

Get a statement. You know, all the
details. They were girls.

One of them had red hair.

Old lady reckons she'd know if she saw
her again.

Unmistakable. Must have tell us all
about it. Prepare to stand up in court.

Looks like a good witness.

Ginger Hare.

That's right.

Look, Mike, I'm sorry, but... Something
came up.

Look, I can't walk out on this one. I
mean, if it was Ginger, and the old lady

is prepared to identify her, then I've
got her.

Got her. This time I'll do both and
resist it.

We'll, um...

We'll fix that for next week, OK?

Good luck.

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