All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s05e09 Secrets

Here, come and see what I've got.

You'll like these, your favorite.

Here then, here.

Come and see.

There you are.

I'm just off.

Yeah, me too.

Bought and paid for.

Thanks.

I didn't realise there was so much work
in that place.

It'll look good when it's finished.

When it's finished, yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Don't work too hard. No.

Thanks. It's all right, I'm OK.

I'll go straight home.

I know.

What's happened?

Captain? Well, you didn't like going
straight home as well.

My place doesn't need painting.

You and Janie.

We finally split up.

Sir, we left home.

It was mutual.

She gets house.

I'm just living on there alone.

Temporarily. Until things finalise.

Jane is where at the moment?

With France, somewhere.

Any chance of a reconciliation?

Nope.

Anyway, that's the last thing I want.

We'll get a dry light.

Well, I knew there was a lot of needling
between the pair of you, but that

happens in most relationships.

It doesn't have to.

Of course it does.

Oh, come on, come on.

I've been buying that kind of advice for
years, we all have.

And it's incorrect advice.

You see, you can't always be a bed of
roses, you can't live on love alone.

Well, why not?

Janie believed all that. She preached it
morning, noon and night. A sense of

responsibility.

Remember your age.

Be serious for once.

Think of the future, not of the past.

Oh!

Well, I like happiness.

No, it doesn't. It agrees with me.

I just wasn't happy with her.

Ah.

You couldn't have timed it better.

I'm no good at decorating. Steve, Steve,
do me a favour. Put a bottle of white

wine in the fridge, bring it in, could
you? A couple of glasses.

That's in Streatham, isn't it?

Who?

Him? No, his wife. She's gone missing.

Ah, nothing to do with us.

That's Unipol.

But they sent him up here.

Oh, did they? Because the man reckoned
there could be suspicious circumstances.

Who's on desk duty?

Sergeant Pierce.

Oh, Frank.

He just wants to send him home happy,
John. What? Your man.

Sound interested, send him home happy,
then forget it. Happy?

All right, then.

Hopeful.

Hey.

Why's he carrying a set of bathroom
scales?

I don't know.

Haven't asked him.

Oh.

So where will you live until
everything's sorted?

I don't know.

I'll find a small place somewhere.

I don't need much.

Well, give me a shout if you need a hand
with the painting.

Oh, I shall.

Top up? No, I won't use this bit.

So, where's Mike?

Oh, he's having dinner with some
colleagues.

In the force? No, in the art world.

The art world.

Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

And your wife's been gone how long?

Five days now.

Without telling you she was leaving?

That's right.

And without leaving a note?

Yes.

Had she told any friends or relatives
that she was considering leaving?

No, that's what I've been doing for the
past five days as well as... searching

and waiting for her. I've been
telephoning.

Telephoning all kinds of people in my
know. And without any luck?

Without any luck at all, I'm afraid.

Was she worried about anything?

Worried?

Oh, was she troubled in any way?

No. You hadn't perhaps had a row on the
morning she left?

A row?

You know, an argument, a quarrel. I was
at work.

The night before, then?

No.

Anyway, I don't think we've ever had a
proper quarrel. quarrel in the whole of

our married life.

A difference of opinion now and again,
perhaps, but that's not really a

is it?

And you say she hadn't taken a suitcase?

No, the suitcases are all still there in
the landing cupboard, and her clothes

are still there, and shoes are there,
all her things.

Does your wife have a job, Mr. Thorne?

No, she used to teach, but she's given
that up.

I still teach in a technical college.

Some of us have gone showing the young
ones what best to do with their lives.

Provided you can get through to them.

Oh, with the majority of them you can,
unfortunately.

And do you have any children of your
own?

No.

And your wife's full name again?

Sylvia.

Sylvia.

Anne. Anne.

Thorne.

And a description.

What? Well, we need a description of
her.

Oh, yes.

She's not very tall.

About five feet, five feet one,
something like that.

Age? Thirty -eight.

Old? Slim, quite slim.

Complexion?

Well... I suppose you'd say she doesn't
really have a great deal of colouring.

Pale?

Yes, pale.

Pale complexion.

Colour of hair?

Brown. Colour of eyes?

Brown.

She's very pretty.

Quite attractive.

Lots of people think that.

Have you any idea what she may have been
wearing on the morning she left?

No. No.

Mr Thorne, um...

What makes you think there could be
something, well, something seriously

Well, the fact that she's been gone for
so long without contacting me. Isn't

that reason enough?

Apart from the working day, we haven't
been separated in 20 years of marriage.

We never wanted to be.

So, as far as I'm concerned, there has
to be... There has to be something very

seriously wrong.

And that's why I've come here.

Well, I have to tell you this, Mr.
Thorne. There's not a great deal we can

Oh, I realize that. Without proof that
your wife is or could be in some kind of

danger.

I see.

But it was right of me to come here.

Yes. I mean, we have this information
now. Should we hear anything, we'll

contact you.

Thank you very much. Also, in the
meantime, I'll get someone to make

within the other divisions.

In the London area?

Sorry? Only Sylvia would never wander
out of the London area. She loves

She'd never be there. Oh, right.

And then there's the hospitals, of
course. I've already seen to that. I've

the casualty departments of all the
London hospitals.

They've no word of her.

Well, then that's good news, isn't it?

Yes. Yes, I shall ring them all again
tomorrow.

Fine.

Of course, there's another alternative,
should your wife stay away from home for

much longer.

What's that?

Well, you could contact a private
inquiry service.

No. There's no need. I'm conducting my
own search.

That reminds me.

My number at the college.

If your people have any news, perhaps
they'd be kind

enough to call me on that number.

Of course, during the weekdays.

Only I'll be busy searching for her
during the evenings.

I think... Well, from late afternoon
onwards, actually, as soon as I've left

college.

So... Where do you do your searching?

Oh, around the streets.

London streets, as many as possible.

If you never leave London.

Oh, so you say.

So what do you do? Drive?

Oh, no. I don't drive a car. I never
have, no.

I go by bus.

By bus?

That's right.

On a strict diet, sir?

I'm sorry.

What? These.

Well, it's just an idea of my own,
actually.

It's silly, I know, and you...

Just look at the things.

You see, my wife and I, we met when we
were at university.

Well, in fact, she was at university. I
was at college.

Same thing, more or less. It was 20
years ago.

Amazing how time flies, sir.

What?

Well, anyway, 20 years ago, someone
arranged for us to meet.

Blind date sort of thing.

Well,

you know how you do at that age, I said.

Well, I said that I'd meet her at a
particular bus stop and that I'd be

a set of bathroom scales as a means of
identification.

So, just a joke, really, then.

Oh, a bit of fun.

Yes, just that, a bit of fun. And I
think, well, I hope that if I see her

now in the street somewhere, well, it
will amuse her.

Help to remind her, of course.

Of course.

Well, thank you anyway. Thank you for
being so helpful.

She'll probably be there when you get
back, Mr Thorne.

It's looking all right.

Yep.

Oh, thank you.

Oh.

This is your new home. Hmm.

And yours.

Actually, give me a ring.

Mary Woods.

Yes? Do you have any part in the break
-up between you and Jane?

No. That's not important enough, is it?

Anyway, I was talking about happiness,
wasn't I?

Rather, the lack of it.

So you were... Anyone like some supper?

Supper? It's all right, don't panic. I'm
cooking it. What is it? A surprise.

Sylvia?

Sylvia? You home?

Mummy. Beef burger sandwiches.

Bacon sandwiches.

Now, if you like your bacon well done...
Or burnt. Or burnt, then try those two

at the top.

Pepper and salt.

Ketchup. Sorry, there's no chips.

Oh, yes.

Some serviettes. Oh.

Well, the loaf was a bit lumpy.

Anything else? No, that'll do just fine.
Thanks, Steve. Good.

Well, I'll be right back. You just help
Selza.

Yes. All right. Just a laugh for now, I
think.

Yeah. I reckon he done well, hasn't he?
Mm.

So what's this meeting, then?

What meeting?

The one that Mike's gone to.

Oh, that one.

It's a kind of social get -together with
a bit of business thrown in.

He hasn't rung, so I reckon he'd come
straight in.

Yeah. How's these highbrow friends that
he has to be now and again just to keep

in touch with what's going on in the art
world?

You met these friends?

No, I might think so. I found them a bit
boring, a bit stuffing.

Museum pieces?

Something like that.

Ready for seconds?

Seconds? I haven't even got this stuff.

I'll get it.

You just tuck in.

You've got to eat it.

Come on, he did bother to cook.

After all, two years' time.

It's my... The relief column has
arrived!

My God, I know the police are underpaid,
but surely they can afford furniture.

I'd like you to meet some friends of
mine.

What on earth is this? A plate of
sandwiches.

A plate of what?

We thought we'd come and cheer you up.
Cheer me up?

Two bottles of syrup.

We thought you might need it, all this
painting.

Smoked salmon.

Good Lord, you don't really do your own
decorating, do you? Surprisingly, yes.

King prawns? Oh, come on, Jessie, a dark
cow. Oh, foxtrot, Oscar.

Oh, somebody has been to the
supermarket.

Two tins of smoked oyster.

How was the business meeting?

Oh, it was fine. I thought it was a very
productive evening, didn't you? Well,

yes.

Come along, move some of this rubbish,
lovey.

Thank you. Chinese salad.

Not an ear, no.

Oh, how dull.

Lump fish.

What fish?

And fresh peaches.

That's nice.

They do help yourself.

No.

I think I'll stick to this rubbish
thing.

No wonder they can't catch criminals
anymore.

Museum pieces?

Oh, sorry.

It's all right.

I can walk away from it.

God, really, meet those dreadful people.

What a load of credits.

Fantastic sandwiches, Steve. Yeah, well,
it must beat lumps of fish any day.

Let me wrap that up for you. That's all
right, I'll eat it on the way.

Well, look, we must get together again
soon, sometime. Sure, sure. Talk about

Jane. I've already talked about Jane.
All right, then we'll talk about you.

It's a deal.

Well, look, take care of yourself, OK?

Bye.

We thought we'd help out with a
painting.

Yes, to the benefit of our talents,
darling.

Lovely.

Bring a little colour into your life,
darling.

I'm drinking the last of it.

Oh.

Doghouse, is it?

I don't think so, yeah.

Look, that mess in the next room, I'll
clear it up.

I know you will.

So, what time did they all leave last
night?

It was before two.

Sorry I fell asleep on you all. I'd had
a hard day.

Yeah, I bet.

Is there any breakfast going? Some
toast, something like that?

Beaten the last of the bread.

Hang on a minute.

Morning, love.

Good morning. Oh, morning.

That should add a little colour to your
life.

Darling.

All right, then. I'm sorry about last
night.

No, I don't really see why I should be.

You don't? No.

I brought them round here to cheer you
up. I thought we could all have a good

time together.

All right, I should have realised that
certain people, certain friends just

don't mix.

Yes, maybe you should have realised
that.

I'll come and see you tonight.

Alone?

Alone.

We'll go out together somewhere nice.

Alone.

All right.

That woman, Cecily?

Yes. How long has she been a business
colleague?

For a long time. Years.

She's a very good artist and designer.
An art expert, in fact. She's in great

demand.

I'll bet she is.

She's only ever been a friend.

A good friend.

Nothing more than that.

Whoever suggested otherwise.

All right.

See you later.

Come on, you kids, on your way. Go on.
Get off it.

That's right.

Morning, ma 'am. Morning, morning.

Got all this for that silver black?

That's it, please.

Now, would you believe about 800 ,000
quids worth? Show me.

All silver work and silverware.

Fine stuff.

And not just antique, more than that.
That stuff's ancient.

And all one -off pieces.

Candlesticks, platters, chalices,
statuettes.

They knew what they were taking, and
we'll never find them.

So are we doing it our way, going
through the motions, asking around? They

meld this lot, do they? No.

Owners won't believe that. Try to tell
them. I said, look, straight silver's no

good to anyone these days.

He'd have gone abroad.

Of course he would. That's a shopping
list.

Stuff could already be abroad.

Captain? I've notified them, but the
owners still aren't happy.

I feel like saying to them, look, what
does it matter now? As long as the

stuff's been loved, cared for and
appreciated by someone, even if it is

else.

My advice, copy insurance money, find a
new hobby.

Life's too short.

What do the owners say?

They say we should bring in experts.

Experts. I've had enough of so -called
experts!

I'll take your bag. Oh, thanks.

It's a pleasure.

Pleasure. Paul Van Vian.

Thanks, ma 'am. You seen that lift?

Yes. You're making one hell of a fan.

I said I'd go out there, but the owners
want to arrange for their solicitors and

their insurers to be there as well.

You don't have to stand for that. Well,
as long as it keeps the peace. Anyway,

Jake's dealing with it at the moment. If
he can't baffle them with double talk,

nobody can. No one can.

No.

So, uh, how'd the party finish last
night?

Painfully.

But they're Mike's friends, and
apparently if you care for someone

have to suffer their friends as well.
Isn't that how it goes?

So they say.

What about Janie's friends?

I usually manage to avoid them.

The bad ones.

Sometimes even the good ones.

Yes, well, that's what I shall do. I
shall suffer them but make them keep

distance. What about you? You still on
your own?

Yeah.

I must say, you're looking well on it.

Thank you.

Oh, perfect.

Fine. Bye -bye.

Tomorrow at four.

Solicitors, insurers, the lot.

Lovely.

And they'd like very much for you to be
there as well.

Don't reckon we're doing enough.

I wonder if he ever

found her.

Who? His wife.

Whose wife?

Oh, the fellow that was in here. His
wife went missing, remember?

And he had those bathroom scales.

Oh, him.

Who needs people like him?

London Transport.

What?

You mean you don't know? No, I don't
know. Oh.

Yeah.

Ah, there's the lady asking to see you,
ma 'am. Just you, no one else.

Now, she'd reported someone missing.

We'd have dealt with it, I suppose.

No, I'd have dealt with it.

I'd even go back in uniform with someone
like that.

Kids? Yes, kids.

Children.

They've been bothering me for weeks.

What exactly do you mean by bothering
you? Oh, hanging around, getting in my

way.

No taller than that.

Two girls.

Sometimes they have a small boy with
them.

And they obviously intend to give me a
bad time.

Because now they've vandalized my car.

Did you see them do this?

No.

So that's why I'm here.

I do not like being threatened by
children.

Fair enough.

So, I'll just take you down to the
proper department where you can make

complaint. I'm making it here.

Sorry, not to me. I don't deal with
complaints. Oh, for God's sake, darling,

you're in the police force, aren't you?

Do we really have to discriminate?

Well, it's not really a question. I
mean, after all, we do know each other,

don't we?

Friends of a friend and all that.

I see.

Well, now, look, I do have rather a lot
to do. Yes, I'm sure you have. But I am

quite prepared to take you down to the
duty sergeant who can deal with your

complaints. You have already made that
perfectly clear. I am perfectly prepared

to discuss my relationship with Mike
Turnbull.

Briefly.

If that's the real reason you came here.

It isn't.

Fine, so would you like to come with me?
As you happen to have mentioned the

man, we don't... seem to see a great
deal of him lately.

We? His friends.

He's quite a talented man, did you know
that?

If it wasn't for the job he's doing now,
he could make a good living out of his

knowledge of art.

Yes, well, perhaps he likes the job he's
doing now. Well, you're bound to say

that, aren't you? Does he ever discuss
these things with you? What things?

Oh, painting, drawing, music. Yes, of
course he does.

Oh.

Now, listen, hang on just one minute.
Yes?

Now, if you came here just to pick a
fight, I think that I ought to... I

haven't. It's just that we hope that
he... Well, that he isn't losing

in the finer things.

It can happen.

Trouble?

She came to see you? Yes.

At your office? That's right, at my
office.

What's so funny?

She really is cool, that one.

Is that what you call it?

You see, she acts on impulse.

Always has.

She gets a thought in her head and
that's it.

Oh, well, the thought she had in her
head this afternoon was that you were

starved. Starved?

Of intellectual stimulation.

Oh.

Well, are you?

Do I slow you down?

Nope. Make you feel like you're missing
out on something? Never.

Good.

Her original excuse for coming to see me
was that she was being given a rough

time by some kids. Kids?

Small children.

Well, that makes sense.

What makes sense?

She hates children, feels threatened by
them.

Yes, you said that.

She ever been married?

Certainly never.

Well, what sort of love life does she
have?

Boyfriends, girlfriends?

Nothing. Nothing?

That's right.

And she's happy that way. I know it
sounds corny, but she really is the kind

woman whose love affair is with her
career, nothing else.

Ah, I see.

So she gets her fun from dressing up,
acting on impulse, and invading other

people's offices and homes.

Exactly. She just likes dropping in on
people.

Oh.

What if the compliment were returned?

For what?

Well, if you and your fun -loving tribe
happened to drop in on her out of the

blue, how would she like that?

We'd never get past the porter. What?

She doesn't like visitors, never has,
not even friends.

That's a bit one -sided, isn't it?

Not really, it's just the way Stephanie
is. We accept it.

You know what?

None of us has ever been invited to her
home.

We've never been inside the place.

Well, it seems to me that good old
having a nice time with Bethel is a bit

odd one.

Not really. She's just an individual,
that's all.

Ah, an individual.

back for that meeting at four.

Right, ma 'am. You'll only be out for an
hour or two.

So where will I contact you? I just said
I'll be out for an hour or two. If

anyone's got any messages, tell them
back.

I will.

See you later.

Yeah, where is it?

We called you up because we thought
there'd been a row up there.

Bit of a family fight that went too far.

Then we discovered she didn't live here
anyway.

Oh, we found her notes.

Suicide? Yeah, all the way from the top.

Witnesses told us she'd been seen
hanging around here for the past few

But kind of switched off, they reckon.

Wouldn't talk to anyone.

No idea, just a goodbye note.

I said it all.

I'm so tired of everything.

All right.

Let's have a look at her.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, lady, but Miss
Grant won't have anybody go up to her

place.

Why? That's her business.

Haven't you ever wondered why?

No. Like I just said, it's her business.

Yeah, well, it's my business now.

She made a complaint.

I'm following it up.

Oh?

Oh, it's about some children who were
given her trouble. Oh, them.

You know the children?

No. They come from one of the estates
somewhere.

You can always tell estate kids.

Have they been given you any trouble?

No. But then I don't bite, do I?

You don't what?

Oh, you know.

Kids like that, estate kids, they try it
on with her. And if you bite, they give

you trouble.

It's a bit of a game with them.

Miss Grant, she didn't know how to deal
with them, eh? No.

She just didn't seem to like kids.

When I tumbled that, I just dug it in
for her.

Would you mind telling me which floor
she lives on?

Hello?

No one's going to hurt you.

Where is she?

In my office.

And the child? With us. She's been taken
care of.

How old is this child?

Six.

And it hurts? It's settled? Yes. We've
checked.

Anyway, she's a resident.

I don't believe it. It's true.

Is the child all right? Has she been
badly treated? No.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

It's just that she hasn't seen the light
of day for those six years.

And that child cruelty... We're going to
charge her.

It must be difficult being a fun -loving
individual with a small kid in tow.

I take it, Miss Grant, that you have a
solicitor.

Oh, yes.

Then perhaps you care to phone him?

I think that perhaps I'd prefer a
cigarette.

Miss Grant, you will be charged with an
offence under Section 1.

of the Children and Young Persons Act.

For what? Neglect? Cruelty? What?

In the fact that you failed to provide
adequate... My child has been well fed,

well clothed and well sheltered.

She had also been well protected against
the influences of other children.

Under the Act, failure to provide
adequate food, clothing... I've just

explained.

Tell her, will you? And medical aid will
be seen as neglect, likely to cause

injury to health.

Now, is your child registered with the
local GP?

Or with Child Welfare?

Miss Grant.

Miss Grant, we can find no record of
her.

Does anyone have a light?

Your man in the bus?

Yeah.

Got a description of his wife?

Somewhere, yeah.

It's it?

You'd better go and find him.

I've seen a bankside mortuary.

Where? For an ID.

You dealt with him, didn't you?

Yeah, of course I dealt with him. Well,
some woman has taken a dive off

Lanscourt Towers, and she could have
looked like that.

Once.

I thought I'd do a bit of undercoating.

Help you out.

That's very thoughtful of you, love.

Yeah, I thought that.

I said to myself, I said, well, I'd
better make up for all those years of

sacrifice that you're always on about.

Me?

It was supposed to be a joke.

This man, Thorne.

You say you saw him?

Yeah.

In the nick?

Yeah, that's right.

We didn't know, did we, then?

Talk to him for how long?

Um, about 20 minutes.

Had him there, in the nick, for a good
20 minutes?

Yes, sir.

I put a call out.

Also told to alert London Transport.

Jake, I want you out there.

You too.

A pair of you.

You know him?

Once you're out there looking for him.

Woman's been dead a good few days.

Battered to death.

No sign of a murder weapon.

Oh, um, he'll have that with him.

The murder weapon, Gov.

See, we think we know what it is.