Heartbeat (1992) s02e06 Episode Script

1
Heartbeat
why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
My lady d'Arbanville
(BREATHLESS PANTING)
why do you sleep so still?
(SOBBING)
I'll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill
Yes, you will be my fill
My lady d'Arbanville
why does it grieve me so
that your heart seems so silent?
Why do you breathe so low?
Why do you breathe so low?
My lady d'Arbanville
why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill
Yes, you will be my fill
TYRES SCREECH
BLAST OF HORN
My lady d'Arbanville
you look so cold tonight
POUNDING ON DOOR
Your lips feel like winter ♪
- She's dead! She's dead!
- Calm down.
- She's dead!
- Who's dead?
Me mam!
Mum! Come on, Mum!
Mum!
You can't be dead, Mum!
Please don't be dead!
Mum!
I'll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill
Yes, you will be my fill
La la, la la la la
La la la la la la
La la, la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
My lady d'Arbanville
why do you grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low?
Why do you breathe so low?
I loved you, my lady ♪
Kate
You see to the kids.
I'll go to the hospital with her.
AMBULANCE BELL
This rose will never die
This rose wil never die
I loved you, my lady
though in your grave you lie
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die
This rose will never die ♪
She'll be all right.
We just managed to
pump her out in time.
Rather her than me.
Her old man's serving a
seven stretch you know,
for burglary with violence.
Yeah, I know.
Do you?
Yeah. The Tinniswoods
are patients of mine.
Rosie was in with one of the
kids only about a month ago.
Did you also know she's been in
trouble herself more than once
for shoplifting?
No, I didn't.
But it doesn't surprise me.
So how long is she
gonna be in hospital?
Maybe a couple of days.
So what about the kids?
Well, we could arrange for them to
be taken into care I suppose, but
it hardly seems worth
unsettling them again, does it?
Alright, let's get tonight over and then
if she's still in hospital tomorrow,
we'll sort out something
else for them.
Here you go.
Is that all right for you, kids?
- You!
- Stupid!
Alright, now knock
that off, will you?
- It was he started it!
- No, I didn't!
You did, you lyin' toad!
I'm not interest,
now that's enough!
No, playin' mothers
and fathers, are we?
What are you doing
here this early?
I was passing by, I heard what
sounded like murder going on.
So you're the famous
Tinniswood kids then, eh?
- Morning, Phil.
- Kate.
- Can you manage, do you think?
- Just hurry back, will you?
Can we have a word?
Yeah, of course.
And you lot, just behave
yourselves, all right?
- Married?!
- That's right.
- This got to be a joke, ain't it?
- Not to me it's not, no.
I didn't even know
you were engaged.
I weren't until last night.
So who's the unlucky girl then?
Jennifer Galvin.
Not that little bird
with the big?
Yeah. She's in the car now.
So when's the happy day then?
Saturday, down the Registry Office,
if I can get a special licence
and organize things then.
I see.
So I'm not the only one who's been
playin' mothers and fathers then, eh?
- It's not bloody funny, Nick.
- No, no, of course not.
So you fixed, then?
Be me best man?
Me?
Yeah, yeah, alright.
I'll be honoured.
Couldn't find anybody else.
HOOTING
- Who's that?
- Guess.
Hello.
Jenny, you've met
Nick, haven't you?
I'll say.
- Told him our news then, have you?
- Yeah.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
We're off to buy the dress now.
- A white one?
- What else?
KIDS SQUEALING
- I'll see you later, okay?
- Alright Nick.
- Oi!
- It was who started it.
- Liar!
- Oh, come on.
[indistinct]
Morning, Rosie.
How are you feeling?
How d'you think?
Where are me kids?
They're being well looked after.
Now, do you want to
talk about last night?
What's there to talk about?
I tried to top meself,
you lot stopped me.
I hope you're not expecting
any thanks from me for that.
It's the children you
have to thank, I'll say.
If they hadn't moved
as quickly as they did
Well, trust them.
It really doesn't bother you then,
what would have happened to them
if you had managed to kill yourself?
Oh, they'd have survived love.
Being brought up.
Let's face it, they probably
would've been better off.
I doubt if they'd think so.
Well, what do they know, eh?
Had it really got that bad then?
What's it to you, anyway?
I want to help if I can.
Why?
- It's what I do.
- It's what you're paid to do, you mean.
Yeah, among other things.
Well, I mean
you think to yourself, don't you?
What's the point, I mean,
just what is the bloody point?
There's nowt to eat in the
house, no drink as usual.
Kids were running
wild, as usual.
I even been down to the shop
to try to get some on tick
just till I got me money, but
with a husband inside
Never mind the fact
that he didn't do it,
I mean, that is the bit that
really gets to you, you know.
The fact that my Terry's inside
for summat he didn't
even sodding well do.
Yeah, well, she would
say that, wouldn't she?
What do you mean?
Well you've heard in the
public gallery in court, love.
The wives and the mothers
and the sweethearts.
There's just no way on earth that
their Tom, Dick or Terry ever did it.
- I thought she sounded quite plausible.
- Yeah, course you did.
What do you mean by that?
Well, it's par for
the course, isn't it?
The more plausible they are,
the less reliable you find
them in my experience.
Anyway, I'm gonna be late.
I'll see you later.
Right.
POLICE RADIO:
"Delta Alpha 24. Over."
"Delta Alpha 24. Over."
Delta Alpha 24 receiving.
There's an outbreak
of violence where?
She's a liar, I tell you.
I never touch her rotten cig lighter!
Then just what was it doing in
the pocket of your dressing
gown, Mrs. Tinniswood?
How the bloody hell should I know?
Sister Virtue here put it there!
I mean you buggers in uniform
are all the same, aren't you?
If you can't find evidence,
plant it, right?
Yeah, alright. Can we have a
word outside please, Matron?
- So where's the lighter now?
- Here.
And what about you, Mrs. Bradburn.
You say that when you accused
Mrs. Tinniswood of taking it,
she attacked you, right?
Like some wild animal.
- Are you hurt at all?
- No. Thanks to her, I'm not.
So no real harm done, then?
I suppose not.
Come along, Mrs. Bradburn.
We'll get a cup of tea.
What do you think there, Matron?
How exactly do you mean, constable?
Well, the lighter's been returned
and no-one's actually been injured.
Is it really worth taking it
any further, do you think?
I want that woman out of this
hospital within the hour.
Is that quite clear, constable?
Yes, Matron. Thank you.
Looks like you're
going home, Rosie.
Do you think you'll be able to
manage with the kids alright?
Well I've managed
up till now, haven't I?
But what do you care?
You've done nothing stupid I hope?
Like booked her up for trying to
kill herself last night, I mean?
I thought I'd wait and see
what you thought, Sarge.
Then don't.
We need her down the nick giving us
earache like we need holes in our eggs.
Where is she now, la Tinniswood?
At home with her kids.
Still protesting her innocence,
no doubt. Not to mention his.
Non-stick Terry.
Is that what they used
to called him, Sarge?
Ah, it's what I used to called him.
How come?
Well, that was the problem
with our Terry, you see.
We knew he was doing it,
but making it stick
You managed to finally, though.
Well, one of your predecessor
over at Aidensfield did.
Rowley Carsons.
Really?
Ah, he had him bang to rights
one night a couple of years ago.
Mind you, he were what you'd
call a copper, were Rowley.
So how did he manage it then?
Well, our Terry had broken into
premises on the edge of the village.
That big stone place just
before the vicarage.
- Miss Hamilton's?
- Aye, that's the one.
Braver man than me.
In fact, it was Miss Hamilton
that caught him
helping himself to
the family silver.
And she got bashed over the head
for her pain with a pickaxe handle.
Not hard enough though.
She still managed to get
to a phone and call us.
And when Rowley Carsons
went round to Tinniswood's
there was the pickaxe handle
in the back of Terry's van
still covered with blood.
So what's Rosie on about then,
claiming he was innocent?
Well, you tell me, Rowan,
you tell me.
Mind you, who knows
what goes on in those
nasty little criminal
minds of theirs, eh?
BILLY J KRAMER:
Little Children
- Nick!
- I'm in here!
- Have you lost something?
- Yeah. A pair of handcuffs.
Who's been in here today?
Only the Tinniswood kids,
and they wouldn't
Would they?
and a quarter
If you're quiet like
you oughta be
With little children
like you around
I wonder what
can I do around
little children like you ♪
Sure you didn't plant
'em on them, are you?
Change the record, Rosie.
That one dropped out of
the charts months ago.
It's really getting a bit boring.
But not as boring as
being stuck in this house
with three kids to feed
with nowt coming in
and with a husband
stuck inside for summat
he was fitted up for by you lot.
You wanna watch it, you know.
You'll end up in court yourself
makin' statements like that.
Oh, do give over.
There's no way you lot will
ever have me in court!
You're quite about that are you?
Oh, I'm positive, love.
And I'll tell you why I am.
Because I'd welcome it,
that's why they know it.
Cos then the press will be there to hear
what I've got to say, wouldn't they?
And somebody might just start asking
some very awkward questions.
The weapon was actually
found in the back of his van,
covered in bloodstains.
Well, exactly!
So there's no way it could
have been my Terry, is there?
How d'you work that out?
Because he just can't stand
the sight of blood, that's why.
Keels over if you so much
as prick yourself on his ass.
And that lot over at
Ashfordly nick know that.
Oh I see. So they're all
in on it now, are they?
Oh, you can laugh, love.
But if that's so funny,
you tell me why Rowley Carsons
got quietly retired like that
straight after my
Terry was sent down?
Cos that is what happens, isn't it, when
one of your lot has been up to summat?
You don't get had up like any of
us lot would, oh, dear me, no!
They just get quietly shut. Right?
That's ridiculous.
Not as half ridiculous as the
idea of that 8-and-a-half stone
weakling hitting someone on
the head with a pickaxe handle.
Cos he wouldn't hurt
a fly, would that man.
[indistinct]
In fact, one of the great mysteries of
life as to anyone who knows him is
how he ever managed
to give me three kids.
You two must've known
Terry Tinniswood.
Little Terry? Oh, I'll say.
- What was he like?
- Right mardy little beggar.
Cried like a baby you know, the
night old Carsons brought him in.
Was he the sort who'd take a
pickaxe handle to someone?
No. Still, I suppose there has to be
a first time for everything, really.
Yeah, right.
Can you spare a moment, Rowan?
You're not still goin' on about that
Tinniswood rubbish, are you?
I'm just a bit puzzled,
that's all Sarge.
Puzzled?
About what could've
happened to the file.
The file?
On the case. It seems
to have gone missing.
At least, the contents have anyway.
Well, wouldn't be the first time
in the history of the police force
that a file's gone missing,
would it?
I suppose not, no.
Especially one of Rowley Carsons'.
A bit careless about that
sort of thing, was he?
Well, let's just say he was far more
effective out there on the streets
than he ever was behind
a typewriter, shall we?
Sounds like a man after
me own heart, Sarge.
No doubt, Rowan, no doubt.
Why do you want the file anyway?
It's ancient history,
the Tinniswood case.
Just curious.
Curious?
Well it seems so completely
out of character.
For Tinniswood, I mean.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know that you knew him.
I didn't. I'm just going
from what people say.
People?
You mean like that wife of his?
Not just her, Sarge.
Oh I see. You've been conducting
some sort of poll then, have you?
Door-to-door job, was it?
Or did you just stop people
at random on the streets?!
I just happen to mention it to a couple
of people around the nick, sarge.
Well I'd thought you have enough to do
without digging up old cases, Rowan.
I can see I'll have to find more
things to keep you occupied!
Right, Sarge.
How old was he?
Who?
Rowley Carsons, when he retired?
Oh mid-forties, I suppose.
And pretty good at his job, right?
You'd better believe it.
So how come he suddenly decided
to retire that early then?
I don't know why, Rowan.
He never volunteered to tell me.
And I don't really think
it's any of your business.
So as you came through
this door, Miss Hamilton
Switching on the light, of course.
Right. And where was he?
Kneeling there, stuffing things
into this sack he had with him.
Could you describe him?
Well, quite slight, I suppose.
But, as I pointed out at the time,
he did have this balaclava thing
over his face, you know.
And then what happened?
Well, he saw me,
he suddenly jumped up,
grabbed this stick thing and
hit me over the head with it.
This 'stick thing' being
the pickaxe handle, right?
So I'm told, yes.
And where did it come
from, do you think?
Well, he brought it in
with him, presumably.
You'd never seen it before?
It's hardly the sort of thing
one is likely to leave lying
about the dining
room, constable.
A grubby pickaxe handle.
So what else do you remember
about that night, Miss Hamilton?
Not a lot, really.
A door banging shut, I suppose
which was presumably him
making his getaway
and then somehow managing to crawl
to the telephone and dialling 999.
After that, well,
there I was in hospital.
I must say though I
was most impressed
by the speed with which the
culprit was apprehended.
We seem to have shifted a bit,
Miss Hamilton.
How is PC Carsons these days?
- You're invited, I suppose?
- Invited?
To the ??? on Saturday.
Little Jenny Galvin's wedding
to Constable Bellamy.
Oh that, yes.
Nick's best man in fact.
What a noddy, though, eh?
What do you mean by that?
Well, it is a shotgun job, right?
I really wouldn't know.
Well, you're the only one in the
village who doesn't if you don't.
Only, she's a patient
of yours, right?
Yes.
I bet she's not been to see you
about any baby, hasn't she?
I'd say that's between myself
and Jennifer, wouldn't you?
I thought not. And won't be
doing neither, in my opinion.
Not this side of the
nuptials, any road.
What are you implying?
I'm not implying anything, Doctor.
I'm telling you.
Only when you've been a
midwife as long as I have,
it get as you can tell, don't you,
just by looking at their faces.
- Tell?
- Whether they are or not.
And I'm tellin' you, if that one's
carryin', I'm King Farouk.
You don't really
believe that, do you?
Course not.
Having said that,
she did have a point.
What point?
Well, she hasn't been seeing me.
Jenny Garvin, I mean.
And you'd think she'd want
to make absolutely sure
if that's the only reason they're
getting married so quickly.
D'you think I should
mention it to Phil?
Certainly not!
And why not?
Well, apart from everything else,
it wouldn't be ethical, would it?
Well, I hardly think a
spot of mucky gossip
between you and Mrs. Bromley is
covered by the official secrets act.
Now listen, don't you
dare say a word, okay?
What, let him go to his doom
like a lamb to the slaughter?
You did say lamb not ram.
[indistinct]
Oh, it's you, is it?
Who did you think it was,
Paul McCartney?
Oh now you've come to mention it,
there is an almost uncanny resemblance.
Ah well, he should be so lucky.
Can I get you something?
What are you rummaging
about way down there?
[indistinct]
I've got one of 'em.
But you don't drink , Claude.
I know I don't normally, but I've
always wondered what it taste like.
That's why its known
as the bottled
Did I miss something?
Ya, but don't worry about it.
We made up for it.
- That's one and six, please.
- Go ahead.
Is there anything
else I can do for you?
No um, sure I'll take the service.
Is there a stag party here tonight?
- Phil Bellamy's yeah?
- Thanks.
Another satisfied customer?
Few more like him,
we can all retire.
Yeah, well uh, I think I'll have
another one of sixpence worth.
Have a good time.
Rowley Carsons will
be there tonight.
Now you be careful.
I'll see you later.
Yeah, but how many of me.
I'll have one of those, Phil,
seeing as you're in the chair.
Must be on radar.
Another one, please, George!
Hey cheers, Phil!
And to boy scouts everywhere!
ALL: Be prepared! Be prepared!
Get knotted, will you?
Aye, that would've been
a good idea an' all!
What the hell are you doin' here?
Not you an' all, Mr. Blaketon?
Yeah, get on. I was just thinking
in there I've not seen as many
bluebottles in one place since my dog
Alfred got at me chocolate laxatives.
I trust you won't be
hanging around long.
You're lowering the tone.
I beg your pardon, Mr. Blaketon.
This happens to be my local.
And I tell you something else.
If your lot don't
behave themselves,
I might be forced to
make a citizen's arrest.
Right, Jim. See you at eleven.
- Righto, Mr. Carsons.
- Don't be late.
Did you get us some then?
Aye I did, but what d'you
want them for though?
Told you, it's just a bit of a joke.
Nowt you need to worry about.
Oscar.
Bloody hell!
Rowley Carsons!
Who let you in?
- How are you?
- You know. A bit older, a bit wiser.
Well, certainly older, anyroad.
Well, there's nowt
wrong with your timing.
- Well, you know me.
- What'll you have?
- I'll have a pint, thanks.
- Alright. George! A pint!
- Now then, George.
- Oh, hello, Mr. Carsons.
- How's it going?
- Well, still soldiering on.
I heard you'd been a bit poorly.
Nowt I haven't learn
to live with, you know.
This your new missus, is it?
[indistinct], the guide dog.
My niece Gina.
Rowley Carsons.
So that's the legendary
Rowley Carsons?
Aye, that's him.
SWINGING BLUE JEANS:
Good golly, Miss Molly!
Yeah, you sure like to ball
Oh, good golly, Miss Molly! ♪
Turn that racket down, Gina!
We can't hear ourselves think in here!
(LOUDER) When you're
shakin' and a-shoutin'
Can you hear your mama call?
From the early early mornin'
to the early early night
When I caught Miss Molly rockin'
at the House of Blue Light!
Good golly, Miss Molly!
Yeah, you sure like to ball!
When you're rockin'
and a-rollin'
Can you hear your mama call?
(SOZZLED) See
what you have to realise
about Jenny is
A lovely girl.
No doubt about it there.
A really lovely bit of stuff.
But thick.
She's just so thick, that girl.
I mean with your Kate,
you're all right.
Not just attractive
- if you don't mind me sayin' so
- No.
summat up here.
With Jenny
nobody home.
I mean, is that a recipe
for a happy marriage?
Huh? I mean, you tell me, is it?
I'll see you in a minute.
And she's up the stick
courtesy of yours truly.
So what else can I
do but marry her?
Rowley Carsons, right?
Nick Rowan.
- You took over my patch, you did.
- That's right.
- How's it goin'?
- All right.
Excellent. Put it there.
What are you havin'?
Uh, the same again, please.
Gina! When you're ready,
darling, two here, love.
Listen, clear up a little
mystery for me, will you?
If I can, yeah.
One of your old files seems
to have gone missing.
- One of my old files?
- The one on Terry Tinniswood.
- That one, really?
- Do you remember that case?
Peak of an otherwise undistinguished
career, was that ???.
Gone missing, has it?
- Seems to have.
- Oh, dear me.
Got any idea where it might be?
Me? No, no, not at all, no, no.
when I cleared my
stuff out, I supposed.
Why d'you want it, anyway?
He's not escaped, has he?
No, no. It's just something
that came up, that's all.
Came up?
- Well, brought up, really. By his wife.
- Oh.
Yeah, she still reckons
he's innocent.
Good old Rosie. Blamin'
everyone but herself as usual.
[indistinct]
Still at it, is she?
Ta, darlin'.
Thanks very much.
You must have moved pretty
sharpish that night
to nail Tinniswood like that.
- D'you want to
- Oh, yeah.
Sorry mate.
If you want the truth lad,
I'm lucky, that's all.
I mean dead lucky.
- Oh, aye.
- Yeah.
You see, I'd had a tip-off
earlier on that evening
that an old van had been
hanging about suspiciously
down at the posh end
of the village, you see.
And of course, when I heard
what the registration was
That rang a bell, did it?
It was Terry Tinniswood's
old banger.
So once I got Miss
Hamilton off to hospital,
I nipped straight
round to Tinniswood's.
And of course, once I
knocked on the door,
there's no way they're
gonna let me in.
So I reckoned they had
to be up to summat.
And of course, when I
found the van unlocked,
there on the seat,
pickaxe handle.
I could hardly believe
me eyes, honestly.
Seems a bit careless.
That's what he was famous for,
wasn't it, covering his tracks?
Absolutely.
- So what happened that night?
- Who knows, lad, who knows?
Me, I were just grateful
summat had at last.
I suppose even the smartest of us
makes mistakes sometimes, eh?
Yeah, right.
CHEERING
BOISTEROUS SHOUTING
Put me down!
DRUNKEN CHEERING
Hey, you soft pillock,
you can't leave me here!
What are you two so deep
in conversation about?
Oscar!
I was just telling
young Nick here
about the finest
moment of my career
the night I finally
nailed non-stick Terry.
- Same again, is it?
- Yes, please.
Still at it, are you, Rowan?
Just making conversation,
Sarge, that's all.
Course you were.
By the way, I saw Miss
Hamilton this afternoon.
She said you went
round to see her.
Hey, you gentlemen, shut up!
Hey, you'd better get outside quick!
Come on! It's serious!
Oh, my God.
So your story, Greengrass,
is you went outside
and you saw this bloke
running away, right?
What do you mean, my story?
Why did you go outside anyway?
It's not like you, leaving a bar
while they're still serving.
It nowt to do with you why
I were going out, weren't it?
That record player was on so
loud, it give me the earache.
And when you went outside,
you definitely saw
somebody runnin' away?
- Right?
- Right.
What did he look like,
this "somebody"?
Well, he were like
youngish.
Is that the best you can do,
that he was youngish?
Well, to tell you the truth,
I thought it were one of your lot.
One of our lot?
Yeah, you know, a rozzer,
cos he'd been in here earlier on.
What, at the party?
That's what I thought.
You're not just making this
lot up, are you, Greengrass,
just to cover yourself?
Now, don't start telling me
cos your lot were
playing silly buggers.
Look, the thing is, we need to let
Jennifer know what's happen.
Do you know where she lives?
I'm sure I must have her
address somewhere.
Hang on, I'll have a look.
"Here we are."
Kate, could you do us a favour?
Can you run her up to
the hospital for me?
Only I can't get away.
So what you are telling me now is
you actually spoke to this bloke?
Yes. We both did.
What do you mean, "both"?
Me and young Gina over there.
Is there anything else you can
remember about him, Gina?
Anything at all?
I don't think so.
Oh, except for these tattoos.
Tattoos?
Yeah, yeah, these tattoos
on the back of his hands.
Alf, how is he?
Oh, I dunno yet.
Kate's still in with him.
- Where's Jennifer?
- Here she comes.
How is he?
Well, he's still alive,
no thanks to you.
- Me?
- You were in on it, weren't you?
- No, not me.
- No.
But you did nowt
to stop it, did you?
And I thought you're
supposed to be his rotten pal.
It was just a bit of a joke
that went wrong, that's all.
Oh joke, was it?! Well believe
me, my Phil's not laughing.
The good news is there's
no real harm done.
He looked a lot worse than it was.
Thank God for that.
So what's the bad news?
Well he has got concussion
and they want to keep him
in for a couple of
days observation.
Bang goes my wedding
for Saturday right?
- I'm afraid so.
- Great.
Have you any idea yet
who might've done it?
The most likely suspect
seems to be some bloke
who was spotted running off.
By Greengrass, of all people.
Oh, did he recognise him?
No, not as such, no.
But he had been in the pub earlier
so we got a pretty good description.
- He had a couple of tattoos.
- Tattoos?
Yeah, a lion on the
back of each hand.
Well, there can't be too
many of those about.
Well, that's what we thought.
Now, don't worry, Jennifer,
we'll get him.
Oh yeah?
And what about his so-called 'mates'
who caused all this in the first place?
Some sort of an award, Greengrass.
Yeah, you know, for last
night, like I did, you know,
cos if I hadn't, that
young copper of yours
could have been a
goner, couldn't he?
So what exactly do
you have in mind?
Victoria Cross, perhaps?
No, never thought of that.
No, but I've heard the Queen
got a medal she gives to people
for like, bravery and
that sort of thing.
Oh yes, that one.
Yeah, well, what do you think?
What do I think?
I think you should get
out of here, Greengrass.
Fast!
No, no, you don't understand.
Greengrass, get out!
Now!
The next time one of
your lots in trouble
I should know what
to do, shan't I?
Rowan! My office, now!
- Yes, sarge?
- Shut the door.
Well, it's better news
about Phil, Sarge.
- It's not Bellamy I want to talk about.
- No?
No, I want to talk
about Rowley Carsons
and this burning curiosity you
seemed to have developed
about his sudden retirement.
Not of course it's really
any of your business.
So we can't have you
harbouring suspicions
that perhaps somebody up there
suddenly decided the time has come
to sweep Rowley Carsons
under the carpet.
It just seemed a bit strange
for him to retire like that.
That's all, sarge.
Well, of course it did.
A man like Rowley Carsons?
No wonder you were suspicious.
Alright then. Just to
put your mind at rest,
I've decided to tell you just exactly
why Rowley Carsons retired early.
And believe me, it's got nothing
to do with Terry Tinniswood
or that big-mouthed wife of his.
Cancer?
With secondaries, apparently.
So why was it all
kept so secret then?
That's the way Carsons wanted it.
God, you must've felt awful.
At least, he's in the clear as
far as the job's concerned.
See, from what I saw
of him, I liked him.
A lot of the things that he believe
in about community policing
are the same things I believe in.
Well, at least it's
all cleared up now.
Yeah, but it isn't, Kate, is it?
It isn't?
What was it that made me suspicious
of him in the first place?
The fact that he took
early retirement.
No, the fact that he
was acting completely
out of character by doing that.
The same as Tinniswood
would have been doing
if he'd hit Miss Hamilton
over the head.
But he was in the area that night.
Cause his van has been spotted.
And when Carsons got to his place,
he wouldn't let him in.
So what was he up to?
- Unless of course
- What?
- I'd have to check it.
- Check what?
But I'd have to go Ashfordly and
dig out the old occurrence books.
There's no way I can do that,
not with Blaketon on the warpath.
I know.
Nick!
What are all these?
They're crime reports,
going back to the year dot.
We fill 'em out every day,
and at the end of the year,
we shove 'em up here.
Here you go. August.
- How will they help?
- That depends, don't it?
Depends on what?
On whether I'm right or not.
Here we go.
Well, well, well.
How about that then?
August 23rd, Rosie,
a couple of years ago.
A night to remember, right?
There were two break-ins that night.
The one your Terry
got his color felt for
and the other one at the home
of a couple called Mather.
Only we didn't find
anyone for that job.
It was clean as a whistle.
In fact in many ways, a typical
Terry Tinniswood tickle, I'd say.
D'you want to tell me about it?
I dunno what you're on about.
Honest.
What I'm on about, Rosie, is saving
your husband's worthless neck
and sticking mine
out a mile to do so.
So do yourself a favour,
stop mucking me about
and for once in your life try
tellin' the truth for a change.
There were two break-ins
that night, sarge, not one.
And there's no way Tinniswood
could have done both jobs.
They were ten miles apart.
And there wasn't enough time.
And according to Rosie, it was the
Mathers' place that Terry broke into,
not Miss Hamilton's.
How come neither of them
said so at the time?
Because they assumed
that if they had,
Terry would've carried the
can for both jobs, I suppose.
And you expect me to take
that woman's word for all this
against the word of one
of the best police officers
it has ever been my
privilege to command?
No, of course not, Sarge.
This is what's left of the stuff that
Terry stole from the Mathers' place.
They were still stashing it away
apparently when Rowley Carsons arrived.
Which is why they
wouldn't let him in.
I think you'll find it
all matches that list
of stolen goods you've
got there, sarge.
You just couldn't leave it
alone, could you, Rowan?
You saying I should've then, Sarge?
I just hope you realise, that's all,
what a can of worms you've opened here.
And it won't do your own career
prospects much good either.
Whistleblowers don't rise too
rapidly, in my experience.
There's a bloke already served
18 months for a job he didn't do.
- Who should've been inside years ago!
- Yeah, but not for this one.
And that is what really
matters, isn't it, sarge,
or else everything's
down the pan!
You're right, Rowan.
Oh, just one more thing.
I wouldn't like to think
that you're suggesting
that I was party to any of this.
I thought you knew me
better than that, Sarge.
CLOSES DOOR
- You ready?
- Yeah, I suppose.
- All right?
- Yeah.
It's just Jenny came
to see me last night.
Oh, yeah?
She's lost the baby, she says.
I see.
Just when I were gettin' used
to the idea of being a dad.
She's broken off the
engagement as well.
- She has?
- Yeah.
By the way, she's said there was no
need for us to get married, is there.
Oh well, at least it lets
you off the hook anyway.
Well, that's the problem.
I dunno if I wanna be.
You don't?
Well, I've been doing a lot of
thinking while I was lying there
and I realised how much I were
looking forward to marrying her.
Do me a favour will you, Nick?
Take me round to Jenny's.
I'm gonna tell her I'll
marry her after all.
You sure about that?
I've never been more sure about
anything my life, I tell you.
I'll wait around then, see if I
am needed on Saturday.
Cheers, Nick.
- Phil!
- Hello. Can I come in?
- No!
- Why not?
- I'm undressed.
- So?
You bastard!
COMMOTION
SHOUTING
Well, that's him!
You bastard, you work me over!
I can explain that
if you'll just listen!
You can explain?
You two-timing cow!
- Yes!
- Well, go on then, explain!
He were me boyfriend, were Peter,
long before I ever met you.
Oh, were he?
Only, he wouldn't
marry me like, so
we had this dead big row
and he walked out on me.
Only, when he found
out I took up with you,
I'm having to marry you like,
he come dashin' back, didn't he?
Just mad with jealousy,
I suppose.
So when he saw you there
well he just lost all control
of himself, didn't he?
And that's his story, is it?
Well it happens to
be the truth, squire!
And now he's realised, haven't he,
just how out of order he was.
Oh, has he?
For muckin' me about, I mean.
Now he says he will marry me.
(BREATHLESS PANTING)
Congratulations.
Well thanks.
- No!
- Argh!
Don't be planning no honeymoon,
cos you're nicked, sunshine!
64,000 dollar question
being, of course,
was she ever pregnant
in the first place?
Oh, what was it she said again?
She said she supposed
she could've been.
Poor old Bellamy.
KNOCK AT DOOR
- Hello, Nick.
- Hello.
Come in.
Kate, this is Rowley Carsons.
- Ah, you'll be Mrs. Rowan, right?
- Yes. Hello.
- Have you got a minute to?
- Yeah, of course.
- I'll leave you to it.
- No, it's alright.
I'm sure Nick's told
you all about this.
Anyway, it won't take very long.
- Is it alright if I?
- Yes, yes, of course.
Only I've made a full statement to
Blaketon, admitting everything.
I think it's best to come
forward voluntarily,
perhaps they'll go a bit easier
on me that way, you know.
Now, that is, of course, if you
are happy to go along with that.
- Yeah, yeah. More than happy.
- Thanks very much.
Well, that's it, I think.
He's a good copper.
He'll do alright.
- Just tell me one thing, will you?
- Yeah.
Why?
It's a good question is that.
Well
I'll tell you what happened.
I was already at Mather's
when I got the call
that Miss Hamilton's place has
been done over, you see.
Now I could tell straight
away that the Mather's job
had to be one of Terry Tinniswood's.
You know what I mean?
Yeah, I think so.
But, there was no way I was ever going
to be able to pin it on him, you see.
So when I got to Miss Hamilton's and I
found this pickaxe handle lying there
well, I've taken it along with
me to Terry Tinniswood's.
Not with the intention
of planting it on him.
I mean, it weren't
that cold-blooded.
Only when I found Terry's
van door unlocked
well, I were tempted, weren't I.
You see, all I could think about,
all the time I was thinking
now he's gonna get away with this.
He's gonna carry on
long after I'm gone.
Cos, you see, it was the same
day that I got the uh
you know, the bad
news from the doctor.
What had I got to lose, you see?
Now, I'm not trying
to justify what I did.
It was wrong. I know that.
But I got the chance just to tilt
the scales in our favour for once
and I succumbed.
Just the once, in 30 years.
You see, when it's something as
important as the law you're on about
just the once is enough, right?
CLOSES DOOR
God.
What d'you think they'll do to him?
What else, throw the
book at him, of course.
But from what Blaketon says,
he won't be around long
enough to have to face it.
At least he was right
about that bit anyway.
Uh-oh.
- Hello, Rosie.
- Oh, hello.
He'll be home
soon eh, your Terry.
Ya, but what sort
of state though eh?
After what he's been put through.
Well, at least his
name's been cleared.
Exactly. And how long before
he's up to his old tricks.
All the coppers'll be
round every 5 minutes
each time a set of
spoons goes missing.
At least I got some peace
whilst he was inside.