All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s04e13 Whos Afraid Of Josie Tate.eng

Sit down, Mrs Tate.

Well, is it bad?

Yes, I'm afraid it's too far developed.

You mean I might have to lose it?

Well, there comes a point beyond
which... Where can I put this?

Well, you should have acted sooner.

You should have told me ages ago.

You left it too late.

Oh, well, I've always been slow off the
mark.

Story of my life.

So that's it then, is it?

Oh, well.

So be it.

What a depressing room this is.

Not very attractive, no.

It's functional.

Functional?

Yes.

I want to see whether he says so or not.

Are you going to take me to the dungeon?
Can I be of any assistance, miss?

This is.

Never. Never would have believed you. I
thought you were as old as this day.

Will you just take him off my hands for
a few minutes, please?

Oh, you want a break? Say no more. Just
for a few minutes. Leave it to me.

Where's your handcuff?

Ah, that's a secret.

Where's your truncheon? In a safe place.

Where's the key to the dungeon?

All locked up.

How do you lock keys up?

We have ways and means. I think you're
stupid.

Watch it.

Show me the dungeon.

Ask nightly. I'll kick your bloody
ankle.

And I'll kick your bloody ear. You're
going to show me? No, I'm not. Now, you

run along back to your mum.

Oh, I'm not his mother.

Just his professional.

Right.

Are you glad you joined?

Mrs Forbes, whoever thought up the idea
of open days... Was a man, or Toby Sedge

examined. We'll do time behind this
desk.

Grealish, there's one of them climbing
on that chair. Get him off, will you? I

think I'll escape upstairs.

Hey, Jake.

Mr. Ruffles says when you're finished
doing whatever it is you're doing,

to drop into his office, in passing,
like. Well, I'd do better than that. I'd

drop in in person, like.

Right.

Oh, how long, oh, Lord, how long?

Five minutes, I'll be through, OK?

It's no hurry.

Get that number.

He's ex -directly? Yeah.

He's also ex -darum.

What do you mean?

Well, he's asked me to drop in.

Oh, good news, Touchwood.

I'm not superstitious. I'm just keeping
my fingers crossed. Me too.

Now, look, are you going in to see him
or not?

Well, as soon as I've finished this. Ah,
stuff that.

Are you getting anxious?

Yeah, I feel like an expectant father.

Oh, would you believe my mouth's gone
dry? Get in there, will you, to see him.

Yeah,

I'm away to the canteen till madam's
finished.

Good, aren't you? Oh, it's all right.

You, uh, you want a drink?

Yeah.

I, uh... I didn't get through.

Well, your paperwork, by all accounts,
no problem there. Yeah, but I'm a fellow

selection board.

Well, it's a board, isn't it? Therefore,
a board decision only needs one.

Negative response and...

Next time you've done it.

Ain't gonna be a next time.

Now, you're being negative.

Am I?

You got any idea where I went wrong?

Well, word has it, and this is strictly
off the record, that a certain deputy

commander failed to appreciate your
particular brand of humour.

Oh.

Well, that's, uh... That's it, then.
Now, I don't want you getting

won't. I might as well get legless
lunchtime, though.

I might just join you.

Yes, madam, could I help you?

I've come to see Inspector Forbes.

Mrs Forbes, CID business, was it? That's
right.

You got an appointment?

I've got a letter.

It was some time ago. I couldn't get in
before.

Right.

I was well out of date, wasn't I? I had
to spend some time in hospital.

Oh, I see.

Morrison, I think those two have
handcuffed themselves together. Find a

spare keys. Right, sir.

Oh, Maisie.

Listen, Miss Lady Timothy's fault. Could
you take her up for me, please?

Yes, I'll do that.

Could you just wait there?

She's on the phone.

Are you all right?

I'm not feeling too good, no.

Here.

Hello?

Yes, sir.

And that's a telex number?

Uh -huh.

321819.

Yes, sir, I'll get that to him.

Can I get you something? A cup of tea?

Could I possibly have a glass of water,
do you think?

I won't be a minute.

Now, come on. You're not the only
sergeant who have failed DI's board

time. If at first you don't succeed,
give up.

Yeah.

Sorry, sir.

Telex message. Thought it might be
urgent.

No answer.

Thank you, Missy.

The passport's been courted, so I'll
await.

Here you are.

You're very kind.

Yes.

I thought I should disturb you, ma 'am,
but I have a woman waiting to see you, a

Mrs Tate. What does she want?

Apparently you wrote to her some time
ago and invited her in to pick up some

personal items.

Personal items?

You organised a raid.

I imagine she's talking about property
you're not using in evidence.

Tate?

Good God, that was a month ago.

Well, she hasn't been able to get in
before.

Oh, God, what a day to choose. They're
up to her ears downstairs.

Well, I would have put her off, but...
But what?

She doesn't look at all well, ma 'am.

Oh, OK, Maisie, I'll be assuring.

Do you like coming?

We can take, ma 'am. Please do. We can
take.

Thank you, ma 'am.

Well, now, Invitator, what are your
husband's initials? W .A.

Wallace Arnold.

And the actual date of arrest, can you
remember?

It was five months ago, September the
5th.

And you received my letter when?

It would have been about ten weeks ago
when I was in hospital.

Have you got the letter?

Oh!

Getting somewhere?

I wrote to you on November 8th. Is it
important?

Well, it's open day down here, as I'm
sure you've gathered. It's a very busy

day. I'm not going to be very popular if
I ask somebody to open up a property

store, but, um... Well, I... I will, if
you want me to.

That is, if you feel there are some
items that you can't live without.

There are some things I'd rather not
live without, yes.

Right.

Front desk, Brian.

Oh, hello, ma 'am.

Yeah, well, I mean, that could prove a
bit tricky.

Yes, Dave, I do realise it is
inconvenient, but is it possible?

Nothing is impossible, you've been told.

Dave, the lady's entitled.

I'll be obliged.

I'll remember you in my will.

Don't forget someone to open up the
store.

It's all very considerate.

No, we're not heartless, Mrs. Tate. I'm
sure you're very human underneath.

We do our job as required.

You did a very good job on my husband.

He's awaiting trial.

He's on remand, yes.

He's not a happy man.

You managed to get with him?

With me in hospital and him in prison,
it wasn't easy.

Mrs. Tate, I think I should point out
that as an investigating officer, I'm

actually allowed to talk about the case.

You do understand.

I'm sorry.

I've got to take some medicine.

It's all right.

The young lady brought me some water.

About there. Oh, it's all right, Mr.
Garland.

I'll get it for you.

Well, we can always send out for some
more.

Don't make another sudden move like
that.

Don't make any moves at all without
first giving a notice.

Don't.

May I ask what all this is in aid of,
Mrs. Tate?

What are these demands?

I would like you to make one phone call
and get the ball rolling.

Yeah. Bill, it's Maggie.

I've got a Mrs Jocelyn Tate in my
office. I wrote to her husband, Wallace

Tate, five months ago. He's in Britain
on the round. He's awaiting trial.

Mrs Tate has lifted a set of keys and
she's locked both my office doors.

What's she want?

She's given me a list of demands.

What do you mean, demands? What sort of
demands?

She wants to see our husband.

In person.

And she wants us to drop the case.

She's serious?

She's deadly serious.

So what's she got, fresh evidence?

No. Bomb squad and fire brigade.

Got it? Right.

Now, I want every civilian off these
premises, orderly fashion, no panic,

them we've got a gas leak. Jake, tell
Maisie to put a call through to Maggie,

enter office, keep that line open till I
can get something organised.

Away you go. Don't want to hear a great
big lot of boots bumping about the

place. Right, go. Right.

Answer.

Yes?

Not now, I'm busy.

Are you familiar with the workings of
these things?

Not intimately, no.

And just what do you hope to gain by
this, Mrs. Tate?

I mean, at the end of the day.

Justice.

Justice?

I want to talk... about you dropping the
case

against my husband.

If... We agree.

You don't have a lot of choice.

Mr. Tate, let's at least start on a note
of mutual trust.

By now, there are a lot of senior police
officers out there.

None of them would want to see any harm
come to either you or me, but they will

not be blackmailed.

Can anyone transcribe short out?

I can.

That figures.

Yeah, yeah, Croft.

It's Steve from Maggie, the board. All
right, take a message. Don't let on.

Yeah. Yeah, what do you want?

Gov. You spoke to the ACC?

Yes, I did. What was his reaction?

Don't rush your fences.

Look, I've got to have her husband here,
if that means coming through a bundle

of red tape. Go. It's Bridgerton. He
looks like he's on the right.

She could be in there.

He's run out of coins. So what do you
want? To see Maggie in the tank. Last

I tried to stall him. Thanks for the
help.

It's on.

Crofter, take Phillips with you to
Brixton.

Take charge of remand prisoner Wallace
Arnold Tate and escort him back here,

right? Yeah. Okay.

I've got to know.

Know what?

If that grenade was a ploy, she's now
got a piano wire round Maggie's throat,

I've got to know.

Jake, without chancing your arm, do you
reckon you could manage to get a peep

into that office from the corridor
window?

I can try.

Barrett. Go.

If this one tag sees you, she might
panic. I've got a hedge on her there,

How? I'll panic before she does.

You've got a sense of humour, anyway.

Yeah.

Have you ever heard of reversal of
roles?

Frequently.

Dwell on it.

I'll ask the questions.

You'll provide the answers.

I'm going to take this so -called
evidence you have against my husband and

going to demolish it.

For once in your life, Inspector, it's
you being interrogated and me doing the

interrogation. Understood?

That's hardly fair.

I suppose I've spent literally hundreds
of hours in a witness box being cross

-examined by experts. No doubt when your
husband goes to trial, I'll have to go

through the whole ordeal all over again.

There isn't going to be a trial.

You can't change the course of justice
with a hand grenade.

It'll make a lot more people listen to
you, though.

There are channels.

Lots of chance I'd stand, wouldn't I?

The wife of a convicted felon.

Do you know the penalty for attempting
to pervert the course of justice? Do

Do you have any idea of the work...

The lengths we go to, the number of
people, the man hours, the effort

in preparing a case.

Every detail, every minute piece of
evidence is gone over again and again

we submit a report to the Director of
Public Prosecutions. Then their legal

eagles start the whole process all over
again. No action can be taken until the

DPP are satisfied that we have a case.

You arrested my husband on a charge of
conspiring to rob a supermarket.

You make it sound like a simple case of
shoplifting.

Was that the charge? It was.

They were after cash, Mrs Tate.
Something like £160 ,000 worth.

Oh, that's up a few grand already.

No, Mrs Tate.

I'll need your husband's file.

Well, get it.

Well...

Now, they both sat facing each other
about a yard apart.

Maggie with her back to that door there.
There's a desk hard up against the

corridor entrance.

Grenade in her left hand, right
forefinger in the ring.

And from what I could see, I'd say it
was an old mills bomb.

Rusty? Mint condition.

She's either oiled it or just taken out
its protective wrapping.

Now, don't take any chances, Gov. My
opinion is the real thing.

Russell.

I need the files on Wallace Tate.

All of them.

Well, that means we've got to get them
to you. We're in with a chance.

Hang on a moment.

How do you want the files delivered?

The young lady that showed me here.

She can bring them in. And some coffee.

We want Maggie to deliver the files.

Can you arrange that?

Without files.

And some coffee.

Will do.

Maggie wants Tate's file now. I'll dig
it out and make sure we've got a copy.

She wants Maisie to deliver it with some
coffee.

Well, you want to volunteer?

Don't risk it.

Will you risk her?

I understand you've got a problem.

Yeah. Female kamikaze banged up with a
WDI on the first floor.

I've got a vanload of gear outside. Can
you spare a couple of bodies?

Yeah. Grealish, Morrison, go with these
two gentlemen.

Hello, Gav.

I've got two from Denmark Hill down
here. They're on the way up.

Governor.

How do you feel?

I'll be all right, sir.

Promise? I promise.

Governor, have you been through this?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know what you're

to say. Well, ten seconds will give us
enough time. You're assuming... I'm

assuming there's a ten -second fuse in
that grenade.

You're also assuming that she knows what
she's talking about in there. Now, I've

been through the file. I've talked to
the collator. She's not Barton Meinhof.

She's a housewife with a grievance. And
a grenade.

Ten seconds, James. She's got to open
the door to let Maisie through. And you

in? I can do it. No way.

I'll get on the blower. Tell Maggie
we're ready to deliver.

Jake, do it.

Did anybody tell you we've got a
sensitive situation up here? Sorry, sir.

All right, Jake, just a minute.

They're ready.

On that... Just put it down there on
that desk.

Two hostages now, Mr Tate.

You, to the tank, now.

Don't. Young Steve, comfort and joy.

Messenger boy.

Do it. Don't let me down.

I need to see what's going on in there,
can't I?

Simple, girl.

Much a different species.

Again? A little intrinsic value.

Anything that concerns Wally is
important.

Mrs. Tate, I happen to have great faith
in our judicial system. None whatsoever

in drumhead courts like this. I take it
you are playing judge.

I'm jury.

You think you're capable of taking the
place of 12 good men and true?

Show me one.

Show me one good man.

One honest man.

One man who says what he means and does
what he says.

Show me one man who really believes in
fair play and doing unto others as he

would be done by.

You show me one, and I'll back down.

I'll back down, so help me I will.

Answer it.

My governor.

Like a word.

Yeah? What's going on out there?

Mrs. Tate. I thought you'd better know.

We'll be taking a few simple
precautions.

Don't get alarmed, but we'll be moving
some portable blast screens into place.

What about my husband? Where's he?

We have to observe the rules, Mrs. Tate.
Prison authorities are not obliged to

do anything.

They'd better think again.

Yeah, well, calm down. It's all being
taken care of. With any luck... You're

pushing yours.

I haven't got time to be patient.

He'll be here within the hour. You've
got my word on that.

What's his name?

Rattle. Detective Chief Inspector.

Oh, I am impressed.

Your word had better be good, Mr.
Rattle, because I'm holding you to it.

Now, I don't want any sudden movements,
everything cool, calm, smooth. We're

treading on eggshells, understood?

Understood, Kerr. Right, move it.

You tell me she's stuck up there with an
armed maniac while we're sat here

calmly ordering a bloody drink?

Steady on, Mike.

Luckily, they made her put Steve in a
picture.

Everything that can be done
constructively has been done.

The governor's right. Ruffle, what did
he care? A hell of a lot.

Sorry, I was out of order.

I'd, uh... I'd better wait till Steve
shows up, breaking the news. All right

with you?

Sure, go ahead. I'll do the necessary.
Listen, uh, Jake.

I'll give you best.

Situation like this, I'm an outsider.

No bullshit. How serious is it?

Look here. Four men took part in...
What?

An alleged attempted robbery? We had the
supermarket surrounded.

Act 1855.

We waited until 2015.

What for?

Act of God.

The gang had obviously realised they
were under observation.

Obviously.

And then when you realised nothing was
going to happen, you moved in. One man

was seen to escape.

Three were apprehended. You were short
of one body.

Of the three men we remanded in custody
that night, two were prepared to testify

in court under oath that the fourth man
was your husband.

You got two of them to turn Queen's
evidence.

What did you promise them?

Very little.

A couple of teenage toe -rags barely out
of Borstal.

Nothing to gain. What did they have to
lose? It was precisely that. What? The

fact that they weren't hardened
criminals that gave them credence. And

believe them?

Yes. You mean that? I do.

Then you're a stupid cow.

The forensic evidence.

Let me see that.

Do you seriously believe that a pro
would leave his dabs all over a whiskey

bottle and then leave the whiskey bottle
to be found?

Doesn't it strike you as a bit
ludicrous?

Next.

Overalls and a pair of surgical gloves
found in Gilpin Street. Both items were

traced back to point of purchase. Both
shopkeepers identified your husband from

photographs as the purchaser.

Next. A woolen balaclava found in the
same car.

A bottle of whiskey.

What is it you're saying, Mrs Tate?

Who is it?

I'm saying that apart from the word of
two perjuring slags, all your evidence

purely circumstantial.

I'm saying what I've said all along. My
husband has been fitted up. As far as

I'm concerned, that's simply a routine
counter -allegation.

Who are you suggesting fitted your
husband up, Mrs Tate?

Who, Mrs Tate?

Who?

Have you got a file on Deli Houseman?

Deli Houseman is dead.

I know.

I sent flowers.

But it's his money being used to put my
husband away, isn't it?

You're not trying hard enough, Wally. I
asked you when you last saw her. Now, I

want a date.

It's difficult, Gough. Difficult?

Yeah, I can't remember, honest, I can't.
I mean, she's not been well.

I've had letters and that, but no
visits.

Is something up to her, something I
should know? You wouldn't be coming the

innocent with me now, would you? Do me a
favour.

Are you aware your wife is actively
campaigning on your behalf?

Campaigning? Come on, you put her up to
it.

No way. You gave her instructions.

I told you I haven't even seen her. You
told her it would be wiser not to visit

you, but you got word to her. You gave
her the name of a few contacts.

No way.

You sleep well?

Like a baby. Wally Tate is innocent, OK?

You're giving me a headache.

Your wife, is she a member of any known
group?

Group? What are you talking about, a
group?

Like, is she a commentist? Is she?

She shops at the Co -op.

Yeah, she's very wide.

Nick Housman, dead on arrival at Charing
Cross Hospital after shooting a fray in

Soho.

They cornered him in an amusement
arcade.

Was your husband involved?

Deli thought so.

Is that need offering him work?

My husband's not daft. He knew Deli
wasn't doing him any favour. That's why

went along with it. What, have you sent
her buying working clothes, overalls,

rubber gloves?

Those articles were planted. They were
dumped in Durpin Street by your husband.

What's happening? It's very quiet. We're
going up. Who's we?

You go on up, Mike. I'll wait here.

I'm sorry, Steve.

Joss? Yes.

Are you there, Joss?

I'm here, Wal.

What's going on? What's happening?

I want to see you.

I want to talk.

Talk? Talk about what?

I want to do something about your case.

I don't want you to do anything.

Everything's all right as it is. Leave
well alone. I don't need you monkeying

about. What are you trying to do? Screw
me.

I'm not giving up.

Not now.

What do they do to you in that hospital?
Damage your brain?

Look, whatever it is you're trying to
do, don't. I don't want it.

I can't go back now.

Well, I'm committed.

You bloody should be.

Listen, they say you've got some kind of
a grenade in there. Is that true?

Yeah. Where did you get it?

Well, you know, well.

Not what you know, it's who you know
that counts, isn't it?

I'm sure it's fancy enough to fool some,
but the joke's over, Jocelyn. Call it a

day. Put it back in its little box and
return it to the toy shop. Get your

back.

I told them you were fitted up.

I've told them it was Deli Houseman's
money that did it.

You what?

You did what?

What are you talking about?

You

haven't

changed.

Not one iota.

You're taking me seriously.

I wasn't dead after all. Oh, no. It was
very much alive and lethal.

We defused it.

It's safe enough now.

Defused? What sort of delay?

Seven seconds.

The other one she's got in there now?

My bet?

Pair of a kind.

Mrs. Tate, all we've done so far is
argue the tot about evidence that will

challenged anyway by defence counsel
once we go to trial.

If it's as flimsy as you seem to
suggest, the case will be flung out of

So what purpose are we serving?

Two purposes, Inspector.

I wanted to see exactly how you were
going to prosecute this totally

case.

And I wanted them out there to see and
hear your evidence being demolished.

My husband wasn't involved in any
robbery.

My husband was nowhere near that
bleeding supermarket.

Do you have proof of that?

I do.

It's all going down, Gav. Don't worry.

You intend to supply it? It's quite
simple, really. My husband has been

another woman.

I mean, he was seeing another woman
prior to this... prior to this business.

It's not the first time that...

He's run off with someone that's taken
his fancy in a bar, celebrating

somewhere. When they get out after a
stretch, they consider themselves

You any idea what I'm talking about?

It's not the first time he's been
unfaithful to me, I'm sure.

Sure, I'm bloody certain.

But there are degrees.

In some respects, my husband's a very
sensual man.

Sensual.

He's the kind of man who enjoys the
company of tarty women all up front.

You know what I mean? I'm sure you do.

But this time it was different, this
last time.

It was serious.

He meant it.

Did you know this other woman?

No, not at the time, no.

But he left clues, you know what I mean?
He went through his pockets?

Mm -hmm.

Started asking around.

Had to be careful.

I had this notion about confronting
them, you see.

But you didn't. No, I didn't.

Chickened out when it came down to it,
but... Yes?

I was outside her house that night.

It's right here.

But on September the 3rd, you had the
supermarket surrounded from 1855

till 2015,

right? That's correct, yes.

My husband went in her house at 7 .30.

I was outside there till midnight.

Then I went home.

What's this woman's name?

Is it important?

Mrs Tate, you wait until now to play
your ace card, and you play it face

need to know. I need supportive
evidence.

What's her name?

She calls herself Elaine Decker.

Calls herself?

It's a sort of professional name. What
sort of professional?

She's a nightclub hostess. What
nightclub?

The Trellis.

Elaine Decker. Where does she live?

Down Avenue, Manor Park.

Number 18.

It's a terraced house. She's got the top
floor flat.

And you're prepared to swear that you
saw your husband enter these premises at

.30 on the night of the attempted
robbery?

I am.

Now, you work with Maggie on this take
-house, don't you? Well, on and off.

Well, this hostess, this Elaine Decker,
was her name ever mentioned?

Not to my knowledge, no.

Well, it's probably a load of old
toffee. We're going to have to check it

Get yourself over to her drum. Now,
she's a nightbird. She has to sleep

the day. You might even catch her in
bed.

Well, what do you want me to do? Pull
her in?

Play it by ear.

Yeah, well, I can't stop you asking him
for a lift.

Okay, will you?

Sure. Nothing likely to happen here that
you can prevent.

Now, go on, busy yourself.

What do you reckon, Gov?

Well, I reckon if she's telling the
truth,

and if this nightclub Tom is prepared to
do a bit of swearing,

then the case against Tate is right up
his spout.

And why is Tate so anxious to put his
hand up for it?

Unless...

Now, do you reckon he could have been
out doing something really naughty that

same night?

Lesser of two evils?

Could be.

Can I go out and massage for a minute?

I'm sorry, son.

Listen, I'll organise another cup of
tea. Oh, stick your bloody tea.

If this becomes a siege situation, Mr
Tate... What?

We'll have to make provisions.

What I'm saying is that nothing is going
to happen overnight.

Would you please consider allowing this
woman please comfortable to go? You have

my word for it that she had nothing
whatsoever to do with your husband's

I'd rather she stayed.

How are you, Maisie?

I'll be all right, ma 'am.

Are you sure?

Fine.

It's up to them out there.

As soon as I get my assurance... You'll
let us go?

It'll be over in no time, don't worry.

Don't do that, miss.

We're police officers.

You scrubby bastard.

No oil painting, is she?

We take you in, Elaine.

You know where you'll end up.

I don't want to know you're here.

I don't want to know.

I don't want to know.

Don't make a lot of sense, is she?

Now what's the stupid cow been saying?

Your loyal, loving wife has come up with
fresh evidence.

She's what? It looks as though you're in
the clear, but we are checking it out

now. Are we talking about the
supermarket job? Now, look, I warned you

coming innocent with me.

Yeah, well, she's talking through the
back of her neck.

Is she?

Well, what are you going to do, eh, Wal,
if she manages to prove you were not on

the supermarket job?

Sue us. Wrong for the rest.

When you lot have finished playing silly
buggers, you can wheel me back to the

slammer. It'll be back there soon
enough.

Ready when you are. When we are ready,
good and ready, we will take you back to

Brixton, Wally.

People like you switch to self
-destruct.

I've got no argument.

It's your life.

Do what you like with it. It's no
concern of mine.

Until one of your unsocial activities
affects an innocent outsider, or

affects me personally.

Your grotty lifestyle has impinged on
mine.

And I'm angry.

Look at me, Elaine!

I'm very angry.

And I want you to know that if anything
happens to a certain person, a person I

care about deeply, if anything happens
to her, I swear on my mother's grave I

will spend the rest of my life making
the rest of your life unbearable.

I mean that.

You understand?

Yes. And I'll do it. Believe me, Elaine,
I will do it. I don't think you begin

to realise how strongly I feel.

I do. Yes?

I do.

I want you to think about your future
and mine, because right now they are

inextricably linked. I want you to think
for a moment, and I want you to talk.

To this officer.

Understood?

Yes.

Please.

Can I have a glass of water?

Yeah. Jake's back.

With or without?

With. Turnbull leaned on her. Lift up to
expectations.

She's prepared to make a sworn
statement.

I'm criminating him. Well, we're going
to have him for murder, possibly a

double. The only problem is, how's she
going to take it?

Well, Mrs. Tate.

Mrs. Tate.

What about Maggie?

Well, she's going to have to be told,
isn't she?

I've got a message for Inspector Forbes.
If it's all right with you, I'll slip

in under the door.

Is this a tryout?

A message under the door?

Instructions. They haven't called the
SAS on Mr Tate, not yet.

Nothing to worry about, I assure you.
It's probably a personal message.

Is it all right?

All right, sir.

Feed it back there.

Where did you find this guy?

On the bathroom floor. Funny man.

Well, hang on to him. He was taking a
bit of a risk, wasn't he?

Elaine says that was his favourite.

How is she on times and dates?

Keeps a diary. Well kept?

Sort of better than mine.

He's going to rue the day he met Miss
Decker. Let's go have a word.

Maggie been informed?

Yeah.

Won't be long, go.

Well?

Read it.

Read it to me.

Miss Tate.

It would sing.

It seems that by introducing evidence
that effectively proves your husband's

innocence regarding the attempted
robbery of the supermarket, you have in

opened an entirely new avenue of inquiry
which leads the officers out there to

believe that your husband was involved
in something far more serious.

Like what?

Like murder.

Deli Houseman was shot five times, head,
chest and abdomen.

Death instantaneous.

Time, and there are 15 residents of
Piper's Court prepared to swear to this,

minutes past 7 on the evening of
September 3rd. That same evening as the

supermarket caper.

Postmortem revealed five bullets, all
9mm, all fired from the same gun.

Now, on that same evening, you were seen
entering a premises in Darwin Avenue

Manor Park, and that's what? A 15
-minute taxi ride from Piper's Court.

Well, all we've got to do is match those
bullets to one of the guns found in

Elaine Decker's flat.

And you, my old China, are for the high
jump.

Leave it out, leave off.

Wally, why don't you give in gracefully?
Motor for the means and the

opportunity. It's got you an all -free
count. No way.

You remember little Caesar?

Little who?

Forget it.

You got tired of being one of the
Indians, decided it was time you were

the chiefs, so you took a good look
round and settled on Delhi, houseman's

Ripe for a takeover. Ripe?

Anyone could have bought allegiance from
that team. All you needed was a few

luncheon vouchers and some
complimentaries from a strip joint.

Your only problem was family.

What do you mean, family?

Daly and his younger brother, Nick.

You nearly came unstuck when you did him
in the arcade, though, didn't you?

Pulled you in for that one, Wally. You
remember?

Nice alibi.

Nowhere near so good one, was it?

That must have worried you a bit.

So when it came to dealing with a big
man, you looked round for some

What are you talking about, insurance?
Like fitting yourself up for a job you

didn't commit.

Got to give your best while that has
fooled there for a bit.

Not like you, is it?

Trusting a female?

Leave her out of it. You just leave her
out of it. We'll do our best.

I'm entitled to remain silent.

Right. But I've had a word with my
brief.

You're going to have a word with your
wife first.

Don't you believe it?

You're outnumbered, Wal.

Go on. Lead him away.

I'll be bloody stupid.

I'm not going out there to talk to her.

Take those bloody hands off me.

This is Tate.

I have to inform you that due to certain
disclosures, we will be retaining

custody of your husband and that after
confirmation from the forensics

we'll be charging him with murder on at
least one count.

You satisfied now?

You satisfied, you pointless bitch? You
satisfied now?

You did it, didn't you?

You finally caught up with me. You
finally scored my card, but I'll be out

here. And let me tell you when I'm out,
I'll mark your card, do you hear me? You

sell, I'll mark your card. And next time
I see you, you're brown bread, do you

hear me?

You've got a grenade in there? Well,
pull the pin, do you hear me?

You did this to us for that?

I've given him something to think about,
haven't I? All those banged -up nights

he's got facing him.

Keep him occupied.

Do you intend to pull that pin, Mrs
Tate?

Yes.

Who doth hear in this room?

It's a very depressing room, isn't it?

It's just a workroom.

It's my workroom.

It's where I work.

I haven't got a...

A photograph of my late husband or of my
son or of the most important man in my

life because the simple reason is I
don't feel entitled to bring old

new memories, sentiment or spite with me
when I come to work.

All my time, all my time in the force
I've tried to abide by the rules.

You win some, you lose some.

That's fair.

That's how I've tried to play it.

Fair. Like he says, when in doubt, go by
the book.

You look at me, Mrs Tate, as if I'm a
creature from another planet. I'm not.

If you think I had this job presented to
me on a plate because I'm a pretty

face, you're wrong.

No, I had to struggle and graft and
swallow my pride and put up with that

remark from the digger.

And I got here.

In this depressing room, on merit.

And I'm damned if I'm just going to sit
here and let you blow it all away.

I'm damned if I will.

And you may have nothing left to live
for, but my God, I have.

Brave words. Well, take them with you.

Mrs Forbes!

Mrs Forbes!

Please, please let this young woman go.

Oh, my God, I've been around. I've been
in contact with a lot of people. Some

strange, some stranger still.

All the people I've met in the strangest
way, you've got to be the most

heartless.

Is that your opinion? It's my considered
opinion, yes.

Well, now, you may be wrong.

I trust to God I am, Mrs. Jacobson.

It's okay, it's okay.

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