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So for all this joy you don't know.

Mrs. B. left.

How are we to know he's in there?

How you open this door?

I'm not getting away with it this time.

I'll swing for him, I'll swing for what he done to my girl!

Hello, beautiful.

Morning, dream bag. Sorry I'm late.

How's me favourite?

Good God,

what'll ever happen to you?

Oh, better love of me life, isn't it?

Yeah, well, how would you feel if your girl had been, you know... No, we don't

know, Mr Oates. You tell us.

Well, that's it. Yeah, that's...

Molested? By a lunatic? You mean Mr Joseph Felix?

There he goes again. What?

Treating him like he's a real person or something.

Well, that's what he is. A person. A mentally retarded person. That makes it

right.

He's a bit touched in the head, so it doesn't matter.

Will you try telling my Tracy that?

Your daughter? Yeah, my daughter.

You haven't seen her when she'd come home from school, have you? She couldn't

hardly talk, hardly. You should see the state my wife's in. All on account of

that zombie.

And you think that gave you the right to go mop -handed? to duff him up. Yeah,

too bloody right, I do. Well, where was you lot when it happened, eh?

Where was you lot when this madman gets his hands on my daughter? Where was you

lot in the broad daylight, eh? Listen to me, Mr... No, no, son, you listen to

me.

Three months ago, Sandra Williams gets attacked, right? And what happens,

You send over this woman with a curly hair, right? And what does she do? She

gives us all this old moody about continuing with her inquiries, right?

told her who done it, but she's never going to listen to us, is she?

So he follows me outside.

B, leather jacket, Evalon wheels.

Next thing I know, I'm on my back and he's putting a boot in. Did he rob you?

No, just a kick in the room. He cashed me and I slid all over it. You went to

the police?

That's not a joke about it. No, I mean it. Did you report it?

Yeah. Have you ever thought of having a couple of rents? It's a joke. Give us a

smile. Tell me. You must report this.

Maggie, love, where have you been hiding it? It could just as easily have been

one of your lot.

What do you mean?

Come on. How do you think your uniform wallies make up their arrest records?

through looking dangerous criminals, that's for sure.

I've got a crime figure. What are you saying? Was the police deliberately

harassed Gates?

Well, I can understand it. They find it.

What is?

Licking some geezer in a public lab who winked when he should have tickled.

Say for the muggers.

Right, let's get these split ends here. Hang on.

This guy that beat you up, could you identify him?

Oh, I know him all right.

Don't you worry about it, love. It's all right.

Lynch mob?

On our patch? What happened? Seems your Maggie Forbes may have slipped up. Oh.

Oates says they told her three months ago that this Joey Felix was dodgy.

Well, I was on leave, Gov. Maggie and Stiles dealt with the Sandra Williams

thing. The time I got back, it was all wrapped up.

Cocked up, all right.

God save us from bloody female detectives. Now, wait a minute. Don't go

off, Maggie. She closed the file. She had a damn good reason. All right, all

right. You know, Maggie Gov, she hangs on like a terrier.

She thought this Felix character's in the clear. That's good enough for me.

That's all I say. You haven't even met her yet and you're trying to stir it.

Jake, Jake, just go off and get the Sandra Williams file, will you?

Yes, Gov.

Tom Maggie, I want to see her the moment she gets in. Where is she, by the way?

Binding someone's ankles, I shouldn't wonder.

Touchy.

Bit sweet of her, then, is he?

No, just loyal.

Yeah, your new room, mate.

Bastard. Thanks for the warning.

I'll handle it. What, Mel Chauvin is big? First class. Weird clusters.

I tried to cover for you.

Better mess your barn up a bit. You'll know where you've been. Are you kidding?

This cost me a fortune.

Here, hold that.

Morning.

Right.

Is that the file?

Yeah.

Right then, Inspector Slater.

You're going to get yours.

He doesn't stand a chance.

Shooting fish in a barrel.

Good morning, sir. I'm so sorry I'm late. You wouldn't believe the weight I

of the hairdressers. The hairdressers? Yes, I'm in court tomorrow.

I want to make a nice impression on the jury.

Nice? Yes, yes, very nice.

Maggie, I'd like you to meet Jack Slater.

Oh, hello.

Oh, am I glad to see you. My office is absolutely freezing.

What?

Oh, dear.

You mean that you're not... I thought that he was the heating engineer.

Maggie, Inspector Slater is joining us for a bit. Temporary attachment.

Oh.

Well, not too temporary, I hope.

Well... Jake said that you wanted the sound of William's file.

There's no problem, is there?

No, there's no problem as such. It's just that a bloke downstairs happened to

mention that you handled the case.

Another girl's been attacked on the Lenham estate.

When? Yesterday tea time.

Why did you say another?

Because it's the second in three months. You said that? I do.

I called it a Mr. Oates. Edward Oates, who's on the estate?

That's right.

He claimed... Yes, it's all in the file. Three months ago, a girl claimed she

was attacked.

Nobody saw or heard anything. Nobody had any theories except for this Mr. Oates.

Oh, he had a theory? Oh, yes. He reckoned that a boy called Joey...

Felix? That's right.

Joey Felix did it. But you thought not?

He didn't do it. I saw the boy. Well, he's hardly a boy. He must be all of 28.

He's got the mental age of five. It's very sad. What made you so certain he

didn't do it?

Because there was no attack.

What? You heard?

I spoke to the girl, Sandra.

Well, I could see there was something rocky in her story, and I was right.

Eventually, she admitted she was pregnant. She was too frightened to tell

parents, so she invented the attack story.

So how was it left?

I think her father packed her up to an aunt in the West Country. Exeter, I

think. Yeah, but they don't know that. Well, why the hell should they?

It's none of their business.

A domestic dispute has settled. I wasn't bound to tour the estate with a

loudspeaker van. Is that it?

No, it's not.

A gang of vigilantes led by your friend Oates tried to break into Mrs Felix's

flat and get at this Joey.

Vigilantes? That's right, and this time Oates is sure. Sure of what? Sure that

Joey Felix tried to rape his daughter.

Thank you very much for coming in. Thank you.

Peter,

I'm just off to see Tracy Oates. Did anyone say who the police doctor on duty

was? No, there wasn't one, ma 'am.

What? There must have been.

I forgot to tell you.

It wasn't reported.

A man's daughter is raped and no -one told the police.

Seems Mr Oates and his gang don't trust the police.

Second time I've heard that this morning.

What? Nothing.

According to Oates, the law gets in the way of justice. He believes in the do

-it -yourself kind. Yes, he's not the only one.

Peter, have you heard of a pub called The Unicorn off Tottenham Court Road?

Yeah, it's a gay pub, isn't it? Yeah.

Look, will you have a word with the duty sergeant? See whoever's patrolling that

area tonight. Keep their eyes skinned. Trouble.

Maybe. Could be. Maybe not.

You know anything about queer bashing? On our patch?

It's been mentioned.

Well, I'll have a word with Sergeant Cooper.

Right. He's still here.

No way.

Take a mind up. People on that estate don't like us very much. Sorry, I heard.

Jake's bringing the car in.

And what was all that eye -batting stuff about you being caught tomorrow?

Well, if you don't tell him, I won't.

Mrs. Oates?

Yes. We're police officers. May we have a word with your daughter, please? No,

you can't.

Mrs. Oates, your daughter has made a serious allegation. We have to question

her. May we speak to her, please? She's asleep.

Dr. Gabriel said it last night. She's not awake yet.

Well, can we have a word with you, then?

I don't know.

Inside?

No, she'd better come inside.

Nosey cow.

Keep your voices down. I don't want her up yet. Doctor said she was to Everest.

Can we have the name of your doctor, Mrs. Oates? Dr. Singh, down at the old

centre. Why?

Well, it is usual in cases of rape that a thief... You said anything about rape?

Your husband gave us the impression that Tracy was... He was upset.

Bloody upset.

And who wouldn't be?

He told you.

He told you last time you came round here asking about Father William.

You wouldn't do nothing. Now look what's happened.

I'm just trying to establish exactly what has happened. Look, do you mind

turning that off?

He warned you?

He warned you about Joey the Dope?

You didn't believe him? Joey the Dope?

Don't you call him? Yes.

Well, it's obvious he's only ten bob to the pound, if that.

Nothing against his mother. She's probably a very good woman.

But it didn't ought to be allowed, that's all.

What? Him.

Living here amongst decent people.

She'd be put away where he can be looked after properly.

Decent people?

Well, normal people, then.

Oh, I see. You mean normal people who go in a gang and smash a woman's door in,

who terrorise a widow and her son. That sort of normal people.

My Ted was angry.

And so am I.

I've had to lose a day at work, you know.

She's your daughter.

That's all very well.

But I can't afford to lose my job at the supermarket.

We need the money.

Ted's on the dole.

Tracy's not earning.

Yeah, well, Mrs. Oates, I think perhaps I'll come back this afternoon. Perhaps

Tracy can tell us what happened then.

Suit yourselves.

Thank you, Mrs Oates, housewife and mother.

Where's your mum?

Oh, Mrs Felix and Joey.

Oh, do you know them? What?

Got her old man, Dallinick, charged with God knows what, in dead trouble.

She never asked after him once.

And I guess I would say the exes have gone out of that marriage, wouldn't you?

And you've got the gear?

Yeah?

Uh -huh.

Well, look, keep it all out of sight till tonight.

Bring it in the greenhole door.

Listen. Did you phone Paul and Dave?

They on?

Good. Well, that makes us up to four. Should be OK.

What about Morrie?

Well, how late are you going to stay open, then?

Yeah, that should be long enough.

Right, I'll see you then.

Yeah, that's right, the unicorn.

Of course I'm scared.

Could be a giggle, though, eh?

Right.

See you, Georgie.

It goes on.

Come tonight?

When did he want to come to us? He was beaten up, Joe.

Should have behaved himself, then.

Toby, he wouldn't have had a fly.

Look, Maggie, if I puffed a step... All neat and tidy.

Now, you remember this lady, don't you?

She came to see us before.

No. Yes, she did.

And now she's come back to ask you some more questions.

Hello. Hello, Joey.

Joey's a good boy.

Who's that?

He's come to see you as well.

Is he your friend?

Yeah. Is he nice?

Yes, very nice.

Is he a good boy?

Yes, Joey.

It's not to keep, though.

Thank you.

Well, now, Joey, I want to talk to you about yesterday.

That's right, Joey.

You tell the lady.

Oh, it's all right.

Joey doesn't tell lies, do you, Joey?

No, Mummy.

Got to be angry if he told lies, wouldn't he, Joey?

Yes, Mummy.

Do you want to ask him, then?

Is Mary coming?

Ta.

OK?

Settling in all right? Yeah, I'm finding my way around.

Good. I don't know what's wrong with her, though.

Freezing? This obviously is like a bloody furnace.

Yeah, a word of advice, Jack.

Regardless of what the thermometer might be reading, you rub her up the wrong

way and things are going to get decidedly chilly in here, right?

Right.

My Joey would never do anything like that.

He doesn't know anything about filthy things.

Well, Mrs. Lurch, you said yourself you let him play with other children. Now,

kids do talk about such things. You can't keep him cooped up in here all the

time. You can see for yourself how pokey these flats are.

He likes Tracy. She's kind to him. Not many people are kind, not to Joey, but

he'd never do anything rude.

He knows God would punish him.

Is that what you've told him? Of course.

God always punishes the wicked.

They go to hell and burn eternally. You really believe that? Oh, yes.

Well, it has to be rules.

The Bible tells us it's all there, plain as day.

Of course, not many people read the Bible these days, Martha Pitty.

Mrs Felix... And about that other thing, that sandbag.

Joey didn't have nothing to do with that. I know that. She's a harlot.

You know that, don't you?

And now they're trying to blame Joey for this other filthy thing.

He's a gentle boy, a God -fearing boy.

Bloody bugger! What have I told you about using those words? God doesn't

them. It's all right, Mrs Felix, it's all right.

Look, Joey, look.

Come on, come on, come on. Look, like this.

Look.

There.

The diamond trees.

Tell me about Mary.

I know he mustn't use those words.

Of course, you're here to show him off.

It's those children.

They tease him and then they teach him their profanities. Why are children so

cruel? Perhaps they learn it from the grown -ups.

Who is Mary?

Mary was a little girl. She used to play with Joe. She went away.

What are you doing? What are you looking for?

Mary.

Mary.

It's Mary.

Look, Dan, you don't want to take that too seriously, you know.

Inspector Forbes thinks she should be looked into. Look, she's a woman, isn't

she?

Well, I don't see that's got anything to do with it. Well, then, different

perspective, eh? Look, I don't think she's got her priorities right, do you?

I don't know what you mean, sir.

Lad, there's real crime out there, bucket salt. And she's getting her

in it. It's just because some Nancys are going to hide. It doesn't make much

sense, does it?

She's got a son, hasn't she?

So?

Well, then, perhaps she's a bit scared, is Ginger, colouring her judgment?

Look, Steve's certainly not bent. And if the inspector's worried because gays

are being malicious... Gays?

If I'd of the times that, it was queers in my day on the beat.

Bloody sergeants looking younger.

You never done bog patrol then, son?

No, sir.

Not exactly fighting real crime, is it? Some rum old dudes I've seen in my time.

Vickers, cow masters, real Sunday paper fodder.

Nicked an MP for it once.

Really, sir?

Get that trace, will you, love?

Oh, 38, is it?

I'm Detective Inspector Forbes.

Mrs Oates?

She's awake now?

Yes, I can see that.

I called round earlier when you were still asleep. Well, I'm wide awake now.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Oh, yes, I'd love one. Thanks.

Can I help? No, I can manage. It's too rainy, dear.

Sit down.

OK. Won't be a minute.

If you want to talk to Tracey privately, it's all right, cos I'm just off. No,

I'd really rather you stayed, Mrs Oates. Tracey's underage. There has to be

someone present when she's questioned.

Is she OK out there? Yeah, she's fine. Right as rain.

Give the same to her. Keep her mind off yesterday.

I suppose my old man's in court tomorrow, then?

Not that you'd care.

Just as long as he's all right, that one. Well, I'm not allowed to discuss

husband's case, Mrs Oates. I'm here about the allegations concerning Joey

Well, I hope it's not going to take too long.

Only if Tracy's so much better, I thought I'd give my hand at the

She's still getting on, is she?

It looks lovely, Tracy.

Oh, you want a bit? Fresh mango sponge.

My dear. Gold.

Well, fresh two days ago. Good little gold.

I don't really think I should, no.

Oh, well, yeah, you feel like it. All right. Poor mum.

Well, now, Tracy, I would like you to tell me exactly what happened yesterday.

No, that's right.

You're pushing me. I'm starving. I haven't ate since last dinner time.

Well, I was walking home from school.

What, alone?

Well, yeah.

I've warned her time and time again.

Keep together. Stay in a group.

What, living round here?

Oh, lay off, Mum.

Look, I do usually come home with my friend Jean, but Mum met her from

She had to get new shoes off, I mean.

Anyway, I saw Joe by the playground and he was upset.

Why? He's got his kermit doll, see.

Some kids are taking it off him.

They was only small, so I took one from around here and got it back for him.

Well, what happened then?

I brung him home.

What about Mrs Beveridge, then?

She said she saw him dragging you, dragging you out the playground and

you along the street.

She's a lawyer.

I was holding his hand.

See, Joey's only like a little kid, really. He has to hold your hand going

the road or he gets a bit scared.

She said she saw him dragging you, trying to hit you. He's got an old bag.

Did he try to hit you? No, of course not. It's not.

It was waving to old Mother Beveridge.

He's ever so friendly, it's a shame.

Anyway, I've walked as far as Ayrstairs and he wouldn't let go of my hand.

He was holding it really hard. As I told you, he's dangerous.

What happened then?

He didn't want me to leave him. He put his arms around me and wouldn't let go.

Well, I was scared.

I mean, he's so strong, I couldn't breathe.

Tracey, did he do anything else to you?

What do you mean? Like rape me or touch me? What's it? Tracey.

Oh, come off it, Mum. It's on the telly every night.

Always in the papers.

I know what goes on.

No, of course he didn't. I've told you, Joey's like a little child.

Sort of, you know, pure.

I mean, there's boys, Randy, he'd be on you quick as a knife, but not Joey.

Well, what did he do then?

He just kept squeezing me very tight and asked me not to leave him.

He kept saying, Joey's a good boy, Joey's a good boy.

He's like a bleeding parrot. Mrs Holt.

Go on, Tracy.

Well, he was squeezing so hard I couldn't get my breath. That's when I

really scared.

He was crying as well.

He was in hell of a state.

Do you know, I don't think he even knew who I was.

Why? He kept calling me Mary.

What more do you want?

He's as mad as Etta.

It's just like my husband said, he's dangerous.

You managed to get away from him? Yeah, he threw his mum up on the balcony and

went all quiet.

She came down and took him inside.

You didn't tell your dad none of this? Well, he didn't give me a chance, did

I'd get in a bit breathless and shaky -like. He takes one look and he's off

banging on all the neighbours' doors shouting blue murder and worse.

He didn't give a sod about me.

It was Mrs Tiley who got the doctor.

So, uh, what did Dr Singh have to say?

Well, like the girl said, neighbour came up first and we got there about six,

found a flat full of people shouting and waving their arms. Nobody paying much

attention to Tracy.

He turfed them out.

Parents? Mother was at work, father out running up a posse this morning was only

to go by.

Anyway, there were no signs of sexual molestation.

Doctor gave the girl a sedative, so it was par for the course.

What do you mean by that?

You should have come down the old centre.

A real eye -opener. How come?

Waiting room full of people, all ages.

Come for their sweet ration, he says.

Sweet ration?

Sedatives, sleeping pills, tranks, known locally as Donny mixtures.

Doctor Singh is a bitter man.

Says it's all he can do.

Don't look at the side wall of the buildings I left. One word in black

letters two foot high.

Pressure.

Said it all.

Did it?

Did to me.

So they did battery hens cooped up in a shit heap.

Why don't they put the stuff in a tap water, keep the poor devils perfectly

under? I thought it was this Dr. Singh who was the bitter one. I'm not bitter,

just angry.

It's all a con, isn't it?

Council's sticking with hutches, medics keeping drugged. Anyone steps out of

line, we go in with a sledgehammer. Still prefer us to be wielding that

sledgehammer than them. Well, try and tell them that. What's your solution,

Jake? Well, don't ask me.

I only work here.

Excuse me.

I've got paperwork.

So, Tracey's OK, yeah? Just frightened. Oh, she's fine, yeah. She's a smashing

kid. Bright, cheerful.

I can't think what about.

She was more than a drudge in that flat. She was hoovering when I left. What

about Felix's? I remember arriving to fix the front door as we were leaving.

I've asked Thomas to keep an eye on the flat.

Jerry Felix?

What about him?

What about him?

Come on, all right. So he didn't rape the girl, but he laid hands on her,

I'm asking you, is he violent, dangerous?

Well, there was a moment at the flat that I was a bit frightened, but that's

what worried me. It's his mother.

She's very religious and a bit... A bit what?

I don't know.

Frightening, I suppose.

Is that you?

No, it's me.

I'm going to work.

Where have you been?

Where does it look like?

I got bail.

Good brief, that Mr Freeman. Good solicitor.

Get us a cup of coffee, Tracy.

Who are you writing to?

He's not getting away with it this time.

What are you on about?

I'm getting up a petition. There's plenty of client and all. And when this

read out in court, that Joey the dope is going away for good.

You've really got your knife in him, ain't you?

Well, you should say that. First he does Sandra Williams. He never laid a finger

on Sandra, and you know it.

You just spread it around, he did, and I know why.

Yeah? Yeah.

Well, you know. He let Mrs. Tiley out the laundrette.

She told me Sandra's up the stick.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, and I know who the father is.

Yeah, well, you must be very clever then, because I don't reckon Sandra

herself knows the way she's been putting it about.

Oh, and you should know.

And you can forget about that for a start.

You little cow.

You lay off, Joey Felix, or I'll tell Mum about you and Sandra.

She'd never believe you.

No. But Sandra's dad's mine, and he's twice your size.

Right, that's my lot.

Can't see a quickie.

I meant a drink.

Oh, no, thanks very much. I'm meeting someone.

Right, just thought I'd ask.

It's not because of this morning.

I mean, I know I didn't make a very good first impression.

No, it's got nothing to do with them.

I really am meeting someone, Inspector.

Jack.

Jack? Well,

some other time, perhaps.

I've got rather a lot on my mind at the moment. I need a few minutes to myself.

Doesn't happen very often.

What do you mean? Say no more.

We all get a bit broody now and again.

See you, Mag.

How's your jar then, Pete?

Oh, sorry, sir. Can't hang about tonight.

Oh, yes. Lady waiting, is there?

No, sir.

I'm in the terrible part two, NFT.

What's that one? It's home.

Um, a very long Russian film, sir.

Night.

Yeah, that should be great.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Every action.

Yeah, I thought you might.

7 .30. Don't be late.

You're fixed up then.

That's right.

Tonight I let go of my inhibitions. Shout and scream. All that pain.

All right for some.

Hot bodies.

Flesh against flesh.

It's a private orgy. Can anyone join in?

Don't see why not.

Wrestling, how but all.

See you.

Jack, do you care to refresh the parts?

Hello, Duncan.

Who's that?

Evening. Who do you have?

Oh, Christ, you.

What the hell do you want?

As if I didn't know.

Your turn on it. Is it spitting out teeth?

No.

We just thought you might like to have a little drink.

Well, who's we?

Oh, I get it.

So what little girl is going to do, don't they?

Beaming to death with their handbags.

Show him the handbags, Gull.

I think you're... No, no, no, you've got us all wrong, Tunky, mate. We don't

want any violence.

We just want you to have a drink.

What is that?

Perfectly harmless, just Scots.

You'll tip if I remember right.

What's your game?

Go on, have a drink.

There you go, Arthur.

And another.

More?

What's he doing?

Hello.

I thought you had a date. So did I.

Something come up?

Yeah, two coros and a sheet of Rembrandt drawings came up.

In Rome.

Mike's on his way to bring them back.

Lucky you, Tom. Yeah, he gets Rome and I get the Lenham estate.

Oh, God, I'm depressed.

Come on. He'll be back. Oh, it's not that.

It's because of having a boyfriend in the job.

No, it's... Oh, I don't know everything this whole week.

It's just been one of those weeks. The flats in the shambles, the valid state,

my hairdresser, Joey Felix.

Oh, even Harvey Wynn. What are you still doing here?

Nothing much to go home for, is there? Anyway, him upstairs wants a word later.

I've, uh, just had a jar with Jack Slater.

You doing your Christian duty?

He reckons no one round here loves him very much. I can't imagine what gives

that impression.

Maggie, do us a favour. Try and get along with him, would you?

Are you asking or telling?

Asking. Nicely.

Got it.

Well, then, now, seeing as you're all dressed up, nowhere to go, why don't I

you a meal?

Oh, what about him?

We'll manage.

Mummy's got your milk.

You really know how to show a girl a good time.

Now, as regards your hairdresser, what sort of trouble?

I don't know.

Something in the way you said, we'll sort it all out.

Anyway, I've asked Helmers to keep an eye on the area.

Not more bloody vigilantes, only heavy ferrets this time. You know, this is not

what they meant when they were talking about community policing.

You sound about as sympathetic as Jake.

You think vigilantes deserve sympathy?

No, a mob is a mob and they're going to get a short shrift from me.

Anyway, tell me about your auntie, Min. What's the trouble there?

Nothing.

That's the problem.

It's a bit like the Andy Cap cartoon.

What is?

Me, creeping in after a late turn or a date with Mike.

I expect to find her behind the front door.

With a rolling pin? No, with a cup of coke and a great pile of sandwiches.

Or meat and three veg and hot coke, hot water bottle.

Phil, she's got a heart as big as St Paul's and I can't stand it.

Now, I know that might make me sound wicked and ungrateful, but it's not me,

it's not my life. You know, organised meals on tables.

Another woman has taken over my home. No woman likes that.

You ask Janie.

Oh.

She's marvellous with Dad. I mean, he's really making progress.

I'll believe it. It's his fault that he's in the way and...

Oh, I don't know. Everything's falling apart. You see, you want to go and live

with Ken. Now, come on. I'm driving.

The one reason you bought a new flat was so you'd be near the nick. That's true.

So take a taxi. Be a devil. Breathe all over, aren't you, with.

There's Joey Felix.

Get it. Case closed.

I'm worried about him. Leave it.

Come on, you're a policewoman, not an agony, aren't you? You can't take all

troubles of the world upon your shoulders, particularly not tonight.

I'm going to top you up. What about him upstairs?

He'll be legless by now.

I'll never tattoo drunks and this guy's out cold.

That's right, Morial's done you very observant. Like I said, he was a bit

squeamish, big, but timid. Needed some Dutch courage.

Too much, right, George?

Yeah, he can't bear dentists, neither. All those needles, give him the willies.

Are you sure this is what he wants?

Well, he wrote it down. He should know.

But what does it mean?

I haven't a clue, Morrie. But if that's what he wants, will you do it?

Yeah, you're pulling me longer.

It's a gag, isn't it?

Oh, no, for me sense of humour.

How do you want it done?

Good lad.

Red R, blue letter M. Any colour you like for the rosebud? Oh, it's your

Here. What happens when he wakes up? He's a big 'un. Smash this place to

matchwood. Oh, he won't be here when he wakes up, will he, George?

It's a long walk back from Edmund Forest.

Are you still awake, Joey?

Yes, Mummy.

Did you drink all your milk?

Yes, Mummy, all.

Did you say your prayers?

Yes, Mummy.

Did you remember to ask God to forgive you? To make you a good boy?

But Joey's not naughty. Joey's a good boy. God knows if you're being naughty,

Joey. If you're telling Mummy lies.

He saw you with Tracy.

He sees everything, every minute of every day.

He even knows if you're thinking about those things, those filthy things.

He punishes people who think wicked, filthy thoughts, doesn't he, Joey?

They go to hell and burn forever, don't they? Don't they, Joey?

Yes, but Joey's a good boy, a good boy.

All right, I'll believe you this once.

Good night, God bless.

God bless, Joey.

Let Mary come.

Good morning.

Is it? You sound cheerful enough.

Well, it's another day.

Thanks for the chat last night. Helped me out of a deep hole. Do the same for

you one day.

Let's hope it won't come to that.

Hangover? No.

Is that for me?

Therapy. I find the greatest cure for depression is work. Lots of work. So,

that lot.

Thanks. Still knows Flager.

Oh, perhaps it's his day in hairdressing.

Hmm. I'm off.

To the yard.

To the governor.

You sure you haven't got a hangover?

No.

Morning.

Jake, get Peter in, will you? We've got to back and get me a couple of aspirin.

The top of their head's coming off.

What time did you say?

What? Cult.

Ten o 'clock.

Here's your shirt.

Now, don't start.

Don't? Start?

How do you think Tracy feels?

Come Christmas, he's going to have a little brother or a little sister

somewhere. Yeah. Well, how do you know it's mine? It could have been one of

thousands. Oh, yes. Your business wasn't very choosy.

You're old enough to be her father.

And all the time trying to put the blame on that poor idiot down the path.

I thought you were on his side now, are you? That's right.

You're so big with a young girl, and yet you're scared to death of Sandra's dad.

As long as we stick to our story.

Our story? story.

Oh, no.

Now, you leave Joey Felix out of it.

His poor mother's got enough to cope with. I'm warning you.

You leave Joey Felix out of it, or I'll tell Billy Williams about you and

Sandra. And if he wants to lay you out, I'll hold his coat.

You wouldn't.

Try me.

You love a GLC, Blackbeard, Nick.

It's time for my house in Gooch Place.

What do they do with a flogging to the yank? Oh, it looks just dandy in the

rumpus room. Oh, here's a curio.

Ficker wants to charge a woman with indecent assault.

That's a switch.

Seems he had a bad back. Saw the word massage over a door in Dean Street and

a bit more than he bought.

What do you reckon?

Oh, yeah, just his cup.

Oh, just a point. What?

While we're running ourselves ragged, what will you be doing? I've got an

appointment to see Miss Fraser.

Social worker?

Yeah, that Joe Felix.

No, Joe, you can't come with me. Not today.

But I like shopping. I'm not going shopping.

I've got to go to court to give evidence.

What's that?

I've got to tell them about the man who tried to hurt you.

Well, then in can we go shopping?

We're free.

Now, listen, when I'm gone, you stay indoors.

You keep that front door shut and you don't let anyone in.

Why not?

Because I say so.

Yes, now, there's some sandwiches and cake in the kitchen, but you're not to

them until dinner time, promise?

Yeah.

And be a good boy.

I am a good boy.

Well, he can't be all that retarded, can he?

Why not?

It's not just kids who invent imaginary playmates, you know.

Every man in here could have fantasies like that about this girl. She's

gorgeous.

Can't make us all retarded.

Anyway, Mrs. Spinach said it wasn't all fantasy. There really was a Mary.

Oh, lucky Joey.

Lucky. I think he wanted me to have it.

So what price, Miss Fraser?

Oh, not much help. Well, there's only so much the social services can do.

She said she'd pop in now again. You know, I think she's got time.

She told me to give them the proper attendance allowance. She told me the

bill was none of my business.

Doesn't stop you worrying about it, though? Nope.

I, uh, I think someone wants a word.

Hello,

Dream Bank. What are you doing around here?

Conditioner. The one I told you was coming in, as I happen to be up west.

Conditioner? Yeah, noticed your ride was a bit brittle yesterday.

Thanks. Oh, Jake, this is Toby.

Oh, hello, Toby. Can I get you a... No, can't stop, Tom.

Dream bake?

Clements, please, Sergeant.

Whoops. Yes, ma 'am. Excuse me.

Mmm, nice.

Straight. What a waste.

Still, never mind, eh?

So, use the gubbins after shampoo, leave it on for five minutes, then rinse off.

Hey, listen, Wally, you're going to be wearing my gubbin.

What about?

Come on, Toby, the assault.

Oh, that.

Forget it. All taken care of. No need to bother the law.

Now, listen, Toby, if you've done anything against the law, you could be

my little nook. How sweet.

Well, shall I or shan't I? What?

Tell you.

Visit today.

Often like this, is it? It comes and goes. I say.

How's the wrestling, then? Well rehearsed.

Who's that with Mag?

Not intended, is it? No.

A bit colourful. Or a snout. I wouldn't know about that. I say, do you mind?

Edding Forest?

That's abduction.

What do you mean?

He was lurking around parked cars, behaving suspiciously. We made a

arrest. Come on, Frank, let's have a bit of service.

Hey, you never credit this.

Um, two pints, please, Frank. Credit what?

Peter Spicer. You know Nick Oates. What about him?

When caught this morning, Mr Oates stands in the dock, as meek as you

pleads guilty as charged.

Sentenced? £5 .50 bound over for two years. No impassioned pleas from the

not a word about Joey.

Perhaps his brief advised him to.

According to B .C. Spicer, the brief was absolutely flabbergasted. The host just

didn't seem to care. He was sort of dazed.

Perhaps they got him on dolly mixtures.

Tattooed? On his... That's right, yeah.

Every time he feels in his back pocket now, he'll remember the night he had a

drink with a lad. Mind you, if he has got a girlfriend, he'll have a lot of

explaining to do, won't he? What do you mean?

Well, you're the detective, find out. Now, listen, seriously, Toby, if this

makes a complaint...

I could be popping round to see you and it would not be just for a trim. I know.

Still hardly likely, is it? I mean, in the circus.

Anyway, girl, must brush.

Oh, hello.

You thinking of having a new hairdo?

No, it's not you somehow, Maggie. You've got the same bones as Mary.

Mary who?

The model, Mary Felix. You know, like the cat that kept on walking. Why?

Er, you got any idea where I can find her?

Oh, well.

She was in the States for a while.

You want to try the top model agency, she's flavoured a month. Bo, Garth, as

name it. Why, is she involved in it? No, but somebody else was.

Yeah.

Don't leave me on my own in the candy store.

Yes, I've got it. Apex Studios, Crawford Mews, WC2. Right. Oh, how long did you

say you might be there?

Right, OK, thanks.

Is he?

Yes.

Good. I'd like to see.

Clater? Oh, he drew the short drawer.

The reverent week.

Ah.

Well, I thought he might.

Are you any good at riddles?

It's being so good at riddles got me where I am today. An inscription.

Not on a GLC plaque. What does it mean?

Fault and find your own railings.

I haven't a clue.

You fancy an air room? Well, not a lot. I'm up to here. Can't beat gun. Oh,

sorry I asked. It's just that, well, you thought she was gorgeous.

There. Hang about.

It seems I've got religion real bad in me dad's carpet.

And everyone's wicked sin, especially me.

By the way, I'm the whore of Babylon.

Oh, hello.

Yeah. Seems I'm an abomination in the sight of the Lord because I paint my

and flaunt my body for the illumination of lustful men.

Really? When you find time to do your shopping?

With a laugh, isn't it?

I tried to explain it to her.

Look, Mum, I said, I'm only a clothes horse.

I don't dress to allure men just to make women envious.

Well, that's how the fashion trade runs, see?

Oh, she'd have none of it.

We had a bar and she told me to sling me hook.

I used to go back to see Joey regular, but me and Mum always rowed and then

just got upset.

He obviously misses you.

How long since you last saw him?

For about a year.

We only got back from the States last Thursday.

I wrote him, though, and sent him presents from Disneyland and that.

That cow hasn't told him. He'd just like her.

She's never loved her, Joey, you know. No?

No. You ever seen her touch him?

No. No, you won't either.

Not since he was little.

Oh, she taught him how to dress himself and get washed and that.

And how to pray.

Yeah, she made him do a lot of praying.

She never touches him now.

She told me once it makes her feel sick.

What, to touch him? Yeah.

She was three months gone with Joey when Dad married her.

So she thinks Joey's God's punishment in being a bit slow, you know.

That's probably why he wouldn't let go of that girl.

Why? Well, he just wanted to hold somebody.

Well, I always give them a cuddle seat.

Kids need a cuddle, don't they?

I'm just sorry she got upset, though.

Is she all right now?

Oh, yes, Trace is fine.

She defended Joey. She's very fond of him. Oh, no, that's just pity.

It's not the same, is it?

Do you reckon he'll have to go to court? No, there'll be no charge if I've

spoken to the social worker. I'm just worried about aggro from the neighbour's

facility. What, against that Joey? Yes, well, some of the people on the estate

think he's dangerous because he's so strong.

That would be strong, coming full to sweetness.

Oh, I know that. Where's it from?

St. Louis Riddle, that is.

The time I was 16, I'd read the Bible three times, cover to cover. I thought

would stay with you.

Puts me to shame. Oh, I remember it now.

It's from the treacle tin.

Yeah, well, I'm not having those evil -minded sods put in the boot in there,

Joey. He's coming home with me.

Oh, how do you know your mother will let you? I'd like to see her try and stop

me. What about your job? How will you cope?

Oh, look, we'll manage from there.

I've got a few bob, and I can get someone in to look after him when I'm

Here. She can't stop me taking him away, like, legally, can she?

Soon, Jack.

Yes, hello. Could you get me the political department?

She can't do that. She's got no right.

Well, it's against the law. You're the police. You stop her. Mrs. Felix, you

heard Joey say that he wants to go with his sister. There's nothing you or the

law can do to stop him.

Nobody's talking about it.

He's got the mind of a child, you know that. Objection, Mrs Felix. He's 28

old. Legally, he can do what he wants to. Now, there's no court order or any

kind of restraint against him.

Legally, it is his choice.

Yeah, go on, that's right. You tell her.

Are these what he's wearing as this?

I'll see.

Yeah, well, I'll get him some new ones.

I shan't be long. He's just going for his bits and pieces.

Mrs Felix, why didn't you tell me that you had a daughter?

I don't.

Not anymore, not now.

She's wicked.

Shameless. Did you see that dress?

She's a fashion model. She came straight from work. Yes, well, we all know about

so -called fashion models, don't we, Harlocks?

Well, look, whatever you may think about the way she earns her living, she loves

Joey, and Joey loves her.

Oh, Mrs. Phillips, can't you see how cruel it was not to tell him where she

that she still cared about him?

Cruel? It's my duty.

I know that, even if you don't. No -one can say I haven't always done my duty by

Joey. I've tried to bring Joey up decent, and it hasn't been easy. There's

everywhere. Evil men, shameless women. I've tried to keep Joey from seeing the

evil in the... That's why I won't have a television in the house.

Have you seen the vile things?

The violence, the pornography, the filthy language spilling out night after

night? She's wicked.

She'll corrupt him.

I should have listened to that woman.

What woman?

That social worker woman you sent round. She could have got him into one of

those hostel things, those special places.

Well, he'll have to go anyway if anything happens to me.

Well, she didn't know that he had a sister.

Look at him.

How dare you touch that? You give that to me.

Oh, talk to me now, are you, you cow?

You wicked, vicious cow. You!

Oh, don't fresh yourself.

This is one thing I won't be taking with me.

This. This evil thing. She makes him look at it.

He's petrified of it.

I don't know what you're talking about. Oh, come off it, Mum.

You swang on his bedroom wall.

When he was a kid, Joe was terrified of going to the lav.

He'd drive away himself.

And do you know why?

Because of this.

This evil thing.

He was ashamed to go to the toilet because God saw him.

Mary, shall I put my coat on now?

Yeah, hurry up, Pet.

You'll be all right, Mum.

You'll have the best.

Look, give us a couple of weeks to get it sorted out and then you can come

and see him if you like.

Do you think I'd fit foot in the house of a painted Jezebel whore?

Jezebel?

I've always been scared of dogs and all.

You ready for the off then?

Can we go now?

Yeah. Say goodbye to your mum.

Bye, Mummy.

Bye, Mum.

Wait! Here.

What are these?

Well, what are they, Mrs. Felix? Something the doctor gave me for Joey.

Doctor Singh understands.

Joey's got to be... He's got to be kept under control.

Yeah, well, I'll see what Marquette has to say about these.

Nutters, all of them, nutters.

It's not always as bad as this, is it, Mag? How bad is it?

First of all, I get lumbered with a path.

Oh, yes, our friend from the sauna. How'd he go?

I sent him off to think it over. I told him his bishop might wonder why he went

in there in the first place.

Did he buy it? I think so.

No -one wants to look like a nana, do they?

I shouldn't devour you. There's another nutter in there now. Not your day, is

it? No, it bloody isn't.

Brews are called Purvis.

You're not going to believe this one.

Try me.

Claims he's been tattooed against his will.

Get away.

Whereabouts?

On his, uh, jack seat.

Really?

You want me to deal with it?

What? Would you?

Well, yeah, of course.

In a day's work.

Give me, uh, five minutes.

Well, if you're sure. Thanks, Mag.

Mag?

Takes a lot to phase you, doesn't it?

The name is Maggie.

Mr Purvis? Yeah.

I'm afraid Inspector Slater has been called away. Perhaps I can help you. I'm

Detective Inspector Forbes. Would you like to sit down?

Yeah, well, I can't, can I?

Oh, really?

Well, now, perhaps you'd like to tell me all about it.

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