All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s05e03 Do It Yourself

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.