Heartbeat (1992) s03e07 Episode Script

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Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
TEMPERANCE SEVEN:
You, you're driving me crazy
What did I do?
Oh, what did I do?
My tears for you
Make everything hazy
Clouding a sky of blue. ♪
Oi! What are you up
to out here, Claude?
Minding my own!
But if you must know,
I'm doin' an old pal a favour.
Do you mind telling me summat.
What?
Why is it all you coppers have got
such nasty suspicious minds.
Well, that's because of all the
nasty suspicious characters
we have to deal with.
Right, son.
Hey, don't talk to any strangers.
You
You're driving me crazy.
What did I do to you-oo-oo? ♪
Morning, Sgt Blaketon.
(LAUGHS)
Out of the way. Go on. That's it.
PIGS SNORT AND SQUEAL
SIGH
What's your game, then?
You're Mrs. Such, is it?
It's not Tom Mix.
Arthur asked me to give you this.
Arthur asked you?
Oh yeah. Arthur, your husband.
Before he died, like. Obviously.
Not a bill, is it?
No, no. It's it's summat
you can take advantage of.
PIGS SNOR
- Simon!
- What?
Come here!
Heh, heh, heh!
You'll never go to heaven, Claude.
Read this!
From my dad.
What seems to be the problem?
It's Karen here, Doctor.
Over these last few weeks,
I just don't know what's happened
to her, honest to God I don't.
I've told you mum,
there's nothin' wrong with me.
Yes, there is, doctor.
She can't sleep, she's not eating.
She must have lost at least
half a stone in weight.
Cos I've been trying to
lose weight. That's why.
Doesn't look to me as if you need
to lose any weight at all, Karen.
Let me take your blood pressure.
Take your jacket off.
There's nothing wrong
with my blood pressure!
There's nothing wrong with me.
Then there's nothing to
worry about, is there?
Just turn your hand round.
I mean, it's just stupid, is this.
PUMPING
Fine.
If you'd like to wait outside,
please, Karen.
How's she been of herself
lately, Mrs. Fletcher?
I mean, has she been
sleepy or depressed?
Excessively talkative perhaps?
Oh, very talkative, yes.
Usually you can't get more than
two words a day out of her.
But just lately, you can't
seem to shut her up.
Is she moody at all?
Ooh, up and down like a yo-yo.
One minute she's full of it,
and the next, ready to bite
your head off over nothing.
You haven't found anything
in her room, have you?
What sort of thing?
Paper wrappings? Powders? Pills?
Well, as a matter of fact,
there was something I found
when I were doing her
room out last week.
Oh, yes?
Black Bombers?
That's what they sounded like, from
the way Mrs. Fletcher described them.
What did Karen have to say?
She told her mum they
were a new tablet
her school pals were using
to help with their periods.
Mrs. Fletcher didn't
like the sound of that
so she flushed them down the toilet.
- That's a pity.
- Oh, that's what I thought.
So what did Karen have to say?
She stuck to her story.
Well, there is not much we
can do about it, is there.
Except keep an eye
on the situation.
I'll drop in on them
in a couple of days
and if she still showing any
of the same symptoms,
I'll pass it over
to you officially.
Hm. How old is she?
Fourteen, going on 35.
They're getting younger.
I know.
- See you later.
- See you.
CHINK OF METAL
SCREECH
SLOW TYPING
DOOR OPENS
I'm in here, love.
Oh, my gosh.
I really think we should
get you over to Casualty.
I told you Kate, the helmet
took the force of most of it.
Yeah, but you could
still have concussion.
Well, if I have, there's a doctor
in the house, isn't there?
How bad is it, anyway?
Well, there's a big crack
down the middle
with the orbital brain
tissue glistening through.
Apart from that
Alright, it looked a
lot worse than it was.
But I still think you
should have an X-ray.
I've had worse than
this playing football.
Better safe than sorry.
If I've got any sort of
headaches tomorrow,
I'll go straight to the
hospital, alright?
And you've no idea who it was?
No. All I saw were stars.
We've never had grave
robbers in Aidensfield.
Ow!
All a bit gruesome, eh?
I don't suppose you
have any idea why this
particular grave might
have been singled out?
D'you think that it was?
It wasn't just a random attack?
Well, it's impossible to say, really.
Poor Mr. Such was only buried
a couple of days ago, you know.
- Really?
- Oh, yes.
I conducted the service myself.
Was he a parishioner?
Only in the very loosest
sense, I suppose.
He wasn't exactly what you
might call a regular attender.
He was a pig-farmer, you know.
Two and nine pence?
There you are. Ta.
Mind you, he was into muckier
things than pigs in his day,
was our late and ill
lamented Arthur Such.
He was what you called
known to us, was he?
You could say that, Rowan.
Petty larceny, receiving,
you name it.
I reckoned he'd had gone
on the game with Arthur
if he found anyone
that fancied him.
Betty must have fancied him.
- Ah, she was just desperate.
- Who's Betty?
Mrs. Arthur Such,
the grieving widow.
Better known as Sweaty Betty.
By anyone unlucky enough
to stand downwind of it.
Who'd want to dig her husband up?
Why don't you ask her, Rowan.
She'll need informing anyway
about what's happened.
Carry on.
He's done it again.
Excuse me.
Yeah?
Uh, PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.
Is Mrs. Such in?
Barn.
Beg your pardon?
Preparing feed for t'pigs.
Oh.
Well, I 'ope you're
proud of yourself.
That's what I hope.
Me, Mrs. Such?
Ah, that's what you
get paid for, ain't it?
Keeping the peace around here?
Not making much of
a job of it, are you?
Even the dead can't
rest in peace anymore.
I don't suppose you have any
idea who might have done it?
Me?
Well, what I mean is, did your
husband have any enemies
who might have been responsible?
Enough to fill Wembley
Stadium, lovey.
But as far as I know,
there were never any
body-snatchers amongst 'em.
Well, if you do think of
anyone, let me know, eh.
I will.
Right.
We should've finished t'job last
night while we had the chance.
What? After you nearly brained
PC 49 yonder, you mean?
And as for that
lowlife father of yours.
If he thinks he's had
the last laugh on me
think again, Arthur!
Think again.
Leave it alone!
When I kissed you
on your lips I knew
That you were made
You were made
You were made for me! ♪
And that was Freda
and the Dreamers.
And here's another one
you might remember.
Billy J Kramer and "Bad To Me".
I'll be sad and blue
Don't you ever leave me
I'm so in love with you
The birds in the sky
Would be sad and lonely
If they knew that I'd
lost my one and only
They'd be sad
If you're bad to me
The leaves on the trees
would be softly sighing ♪
Remember, go quietly!
and here I'll stay
Here I'll stay
Well, that's all for
the evening, kids.
Uh, this is Tiny Weedon
saying "night night"
"sleep tight, watch
the books don't bite."
Right, come on you lot,
off your bums.
- Evening, Gina.
- Hi, Nick. Just coming up a pint?
I should be so lucky!
George still away, is he?
Till Friday, yeah.
You coping okay?
Ah, just about.
All quiet on the
Western Front, is it?
It's been deafening tonight.
Oh, Nicholas, have you
got anybody for it yet?
What?
That job somebody
did on my pal's grave.
You knew Arthur Such, did you?
Oh, aye we go back a long way.
We had some good laughs together.
A right little so-and-so,
he was, I can tell you.
As long as you watched
your pockets, eh?
Ah, you could say that, yeah.
I don't suppose you'd have any
idea who might have done it?
Me?
Well, seeing as you're
a friend of the family.
No, I said I was a friend of Arthur's,
not a friend of the family.
I mean, have you seen his missus?
Can you imagine big Betty grabbing
hold of you in the middle of the night!
No wonder he went
to an early grave.
Now then, lads
YELLS
- Oh, no!
- He's not dead, is he?
Knocked himself out, I reckon.
Go on, get it!
Come on! Let's get out of here!
Graham!
PHONE RINGS
Hello?
A man's been hurt!
Send somebody quick!
I think he might be dead.
Send someone where though?
Behind the village hall.
Who's speaking, please?
Hello? Hello?
Come on! Come on!
How is he, Kate?
You won't get any sense
out of him tonight.
He's out of danger,
but he's still concussed.
Must be something in the
air around here this week.
- Obviously.
- Who is he?
Tiny Weedon.
He's a disc jockey.
Do you know him?
Well, I know of him. His name's on
a poster down at the village hall.
So, who did you get
the phone call from?
A young girl.
She wouldn't give her name.
Someone from the disco?
Could have been. The voice
sounded familiar somehow.
Why didn't she give you her name?
Didn't want to get involved.
Which probably means she was
involved, in some way or another.
How's your head?
PHONE RINGS
Aidensfield Police.
Yes, Mr. Simms.
What, again?
They nicked his shroud?
It wasn't a shroud he was buried
in, sarge. It was his best suit.
And they took that?
No, Sarge. Just his trousers.
I knew things were getting bad,
but I've no idea anyone out
there was that desperate.
You're not really going to
burn 'em, are you mam.
They are trousers, aren't these?
Oh, what did you have in mind?
Goin' down the pub in them?
Well, we could sell
'em, couldn't we?
Don't you realize it's
incriminating evidence.
Seems such a waste, that's all.
So do eighteen months when
you spending 'em behind bars.
Give 'em me here, you daft dollop!
Mam, it's that copper again.
I had a funny feeling it might be.
It's coming to summat, eh, when
they're even robbin' the dead now.
Not that I'm surprised, mind you.
- No?
- Oh no.
People have no respect for the
living or the dead these days.
As far as I'm concerned,
the rot set in after that
Lady Chatterley's business.
Have you read it?
It's disgusting, honestly!
I'll have to take your
word for that, Mrs. Such.
Oh, you ought, you know.
They've got a copy down the library.
There's a bit of a
waiting list, mind.
So you've no idea who'd
might have wanted to nick
your late husband's trousers?
Eeh, but you will keep asking me these
daft questions, won't you, lovey!
The trousers did match the
jacket he was buried in?
How would I know?
Weren't me who dressed him.
Well you must have seen
what he was wearing?
Lovey, I couldn't stand the sight
of him when he were alive.
So there were no way I were going
lookin' at him when he were dead.
Right. Okay. Thanks very much.
You're welcome.
Eh, aren't our police wonderful?
Who's laughin' now, then, Arthur?
Who was it undressed me when
I was brought in last night?
As a matter of fact, I did.
Oh, not a pretty sight, right?
- You said it.
- Thank you.
Um what happened to my clothes?
What, thinking of leaving?
No, no, I just wanted something out
of one of my coat pocket, that was all.
I promise not to decamp.
Right.
Hello.
Oh, hello, Doctor.
How are you?
Nicely, thanks.
- And Karen?
- Oh, she's much better, thanks.
Back to her old self, really.
That's good.
Hello, Karen!
Hi.
Your mum tells me you're
feeling a lot better now.
I told you.
There were never anything
wrong with me in the first place.
See ya.
Twenty words for one they
have these days, don't they.
Does Karen ever go dancing?
Just down the disco at village hall.
Lost something have
you, Mr. Weedon?
Uh, no, no. All seems
to be here. Thank you.
- Mr. Weedon?
- Yes?
- PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.
- Oh, right.
Are you feeling fit enough
for a bit of a chat?
Yeah, but I don't remember
much about it, man.
You remember being attacked?
Oh, aye. Jumped on
by these three lads.
How old were they?
Teenagers. You know, sixteen,
something like that.
So what happened?
Well, I'd just finished my gig.
I was on my way back to the van.
And all of a sudden,
there they were.
- What did they say?
- Nothing.
They just laid into you?
Huh, well put it this way.
I could see that's
what they had in mind,
so I legged it.
I must have tripped
up or something.
The next thing I remember
is being here.
Did you recognise them?
No. Too dark to say.
Had there been much trouble
back at the disco?
No, there's never been
any trouble at my discos.
So why did they have a go at you?
Well, I suppose it could
have been my wallet.
They might have know
I was carrying it.
I always insist on
being paid in cash.
But they didn't take it.
Probably too scared, I reckon
when they saw the state I was in.
Did they take anything else?
Nothing, no.
You know, it was a young
girl that called us.
I didn't know that, no.
Don't supposed you have
any idea who it might be?
Let me put it this way, officer.
She certainly wasn't with me!
Could you tell me why you want
to see the bank manager, please?
POSH ACCENT: Our safe-deposit box.
I believe we do have one with you.
(Mind you, the last time I
looked at it, it were empty.)
If you could just hold on
for a moment, please?
Oo, they really fancy themselves.
Just cos they come
to work in a frock.
Mrs. Such?
That's correct.
And this is my son, Simon.
Now, as far as this deposit
box of yours is concerned,
I shall of course,
need proof of identity.
I think you'll find it's all there.
We shall also need
the appropriate key.
Right. If you'd both like
to come this way, please.
THEME FROM "GOLDFINGER"
Right, Mrs. Such.
I'll leave you to it.
Thank you.
Goldfinger!
He's the man,
The man with the Midas touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold finger ♪
Blimey, Mam. We're rich.
But don't go in! ♪
- Karen Fletcher.
- Eh?
The young girl who rang,
it was Karen Fletcher.
What, the girl who had
the amphetamines?
Ya, and according to her mother,
she was at the disco.
So what was she doing hanging
around the back of the village hall
at that time of night.
When you rang, why didn't you
give my wife your name, Karen?
Cos it wasn't me who
rang, that's why.
- But you were at the disco?
- What if I was?
And when you left the disco,
did you go straight home?
- Yeah.
- What time was that?
Eleven o'clock, something like that.
And how long does it take to
walk home, about five minutes?
Suppose so.
The disco finished at 10.30.
So?
So if you'd come straight home,
you'd have been home by
twenty to eleven at the latest.
I suppose so.
Is that when she arrived home,
Mrs. Fletcher?
No, it wasn't.
What time was it?
Well, it was certainly
after eleven.
How would you know, mum?
You were in bed.
But not asleep, Karen.
I can never get off till
I know you're in safely.
It was you that rang
us, wasn't it, Karen?
Look, it's got nothing
to do with me, alright!
Tell me what you saw.
I just found him, that's all.
You know Tiny Weedon, do you?
From the disco, that's all.
All the kids do.
And what about the kids
who attacked him?
Do you know them as well?
That's what this is about, isn't it,
Karen? Not splitting on your mates?
They aren't mates.
But you do know them?
Look. They didn't really
do anything to him.
He banged his own head.
And then they just ran off, did they?
After they'd gone through his pockets.
- Did they find anything?
- They took something, yeah.
What are their names, Karen?
One of them's called Graham.
- Graham what?
- I don't know.
I dance with him
sometimes, that's all.
- Well, you must speak to him.
- Sometimes.
What about?
Music. School.
He's still at school, is he?
Yeah.
Which school?
Two large rums.
Thank you.
And whatever this fella's having.
Very kind of you, Mrs. Such.
What're you going to have, Claude?
I'll have a small whisky with you.
You'll have a large whisky with me.
Alright. Put it in with the little 'un.
You and my Arthur were pals, were you?
Well, not exactly pals.
More like acquaintances, you know.
Well, he must have liked you, to
have given you that letter for me.
Aye, well. You know
what Arthur was like.
He's a bit like me.
He liked everybody.
Said what he did like
and that were a drink.
Right. Ah, well, we uh
We had some good times together,
like you know, he liked a laugh.
Well, is he laughing now, though?
I mean, that's the question, eh?
Don't eat the blue ones.
They're salty.
While you're at it, put a couple of
bottles of rum in as well, will ye love.
Right.
Party time, is it?
Join us if you like.
There's plenty.
Uh, no, no, I'd better not.
I've got a bit of business on.
I need a nice clear head.
You can get this a lot cheaper
at the off-licence you know.
Don't you worry about that, my girl.
Well, in that case,
the beer and the rum,
that's just nineteen
pounds, please.
There you are.
Keep the change.
Thanks very much.
Sure we can't tempt
you then, Claude?
Uh, no, no, I'd better
not, thank you.
In that case, I'll see you
when I see you, then.
(Not if I see you first.)
Mind you, not a bad bit o' business
for a quiet dinnertime, innit?
Not bad at all.
That's Graham Blaketon over there,
you see, doing the experiment.
Blaketon, did you say?
That's the only Graham
we have in 6A.
That wouldn't be Sgt
Blaketon's son, would it?
I believe his father is a policeman,
yes. Over at Ashfordly.
A bit of a mess, isn't it?
I didn't even know he was married.
Don't you start.
There's a lot you
youngsters don't know.
Right Rowan, my office.
Best keep our heads down, I reckon.
Sarge, all I had was a first name,
and the class he was in at school.
If I'd known it was your lad,
I'd been on you straightaway.
Nobody's criticising you, Rowan.
Where have you got him?
Not in the cells, I hope.
In the interview room.
Right. Well, there's no way I can
handle this, so get on to Division.
Explain the situation
and tell them to send
someone to take over.
Right, Sarge.
Oh, one question before you do.
How certain are you
that Graham is involved?
Well, the girl was
very certain, Sarge.
What do you think, Rowan?
Well, from the look on his face when
his headmaster called him over
So, what's he had to
say for himself so far?
Oh, nothing yet.
He lives with his mother, you see.
And me and Joan, we er
we split up some years ago.
She been informed yet?
On her way now.
Right. Well, when she gets
here tell Ventress to, er,
wheel her in to see me, will you?
Right, Sarge.
I'm sorry about all this, Sarge.
So am I.
KNOCKING
- Hello, Gina.
- Hiya. Is Nick in?
He's not in at the moment, no.
I can get hold of him
though, if it's urgent.
Well I suppose it is, really.
- Come in.
- Thanks.
So what's the problem?
Oh, these are.
I don't know what George is
gonna say when he gets back.
Counterfeit?
I don't supposed you
know who passed them?
Alright. I'm on my way.
All happening again, is it?
Over in Aidensfield.
You don't know the half of it, Phil.
I'll see you later.
- Alf?
- Right, Nick.
Excuse me.
Oh, it's uh, Mrs. Blaketon, isn't it?
Forrester now, actually.
Oh yes, of course.
I believe you're
holding my son here.
Yes, Mrs. Forrester.
Can somebody please tell
me what all this is about?
Well, I think that Sergeant Blaketon
would like to have a word.
If you'd like to come
this way, please.
Sarge Mrs. Forrester.
Oscar, would you kindly explain
to me what's going on here?
Well, if you'd like to take a seat
for a minute, I'll tell you.
Well?
Well
this is difficult.
Last night, there was
a disco in Aidensfield.
And afterwards, on the
way back to his van
the man who was running it
was attacked by three youths.
And we have reason to believe
that Graham might have
been one of them.
What? You're not serious?
It's hardly something
I'd joke about now, is it.
But Graham would never
do anything like that.
Now, where was he last night?
- Out with his friends.
- Where?
I don't know, do I? I don't keep
track of his every movement.
We have a witness, you see.
Says he was involved.
I don't care if you've
got ten witnesses.
Has he admitted that he was?
Not so far, no.
Well, there you are, then.
Not necessarily, Joan.
What are you saying, Oscar?
That you believe he was involved?
I don't know.
Well what are you
going to do about it?
I'm not even handling this.
How can I, under the circumstances?
Oh, who is handling it?
Well, they made arrangements for
someone from Division to take over.
Oh yes.
And have you made
any arrangements yet?
For him to have any kind
of legal representation?
- No.
- Oh, why haven't you?
I was only brought
in half an hour ago.
Besides, I've no idea who
your solicitor is these days.
I want to see him.
Now.
Right. Oh, just one final
thing before you do.
Oh?
If he really is involved,
can I suggest that you advise
him to make a clean breast of it.
It can only help his cause later on.
You really don't change,
do you, Oscar?
What's that supposed to mean?
That's still the only thing that
really matters to you, isn't it?
Getting a conviction.
Do you really believe that?
Oh, why not?
It's how it always was with you.
That's bloody ridiculous.
Also unfair.
I want to see my son.
Right.
Bellamy! Show Mrs. Forrester
the interview room.
Right sarge. If you like
to come this way?
(SIGHS) What a mess.
Mum.
- Mum, mum!
- Ah?
- Cops.
- Uh?
Oh. It's you again, is it?
Can I have a word
please, Mrs. Such.
What about?
These.
Oh, it's a set-up, is this.
We've been framed.
Framed by who, Mrs. Such?
Who but him, of course.
That twisted little husband of mine.
Just typical that one, is this.
Typical.
Well, he's only been dead
for just over a week.
Well of course.
He wanted this to happen
after he were dead,
when he knew I couldn't
get me hands on him.
Well, I'm afraid you've
lost me, Mrs. Such.
We'd no idea them notes
were counterfeit, right?
So you tell me.
Well, obviously we didn't.
I mean, if we had, you don't think
we'd have been stupid enough
to spend 'em round here, do you?
Well, I donno.
You'd be amazed at just how stupid
your average criminal can be sometimes.
Now, who you're calling
an average criminal?
It's him is a criminal.
By leaving it to us
in the first place.
So that money was
left to you, was it?
Well, not exactly
left to us as such.
Oh?
What Si means is when he said
he left it what he means it
he left it lying about, like.
Where he knew we'd find it.
Lying around where?
Well, 'ere, of course.
- What? In the house?
- Well, yes.
As I understood it, your
husband hadn't been
anywhere near this house
for nearly two years.
More than his life were worth,
to come round here.
Wasn't that a bit stupid of him?
How do you mean, stupid like?
Well, if he had wanted you to find
that money after he was dead,
how could he be sure you wouldn't
find it before he was dead?
Well, you'd better hand
the rest of that cash back.
I'll take charge of it for now.
Right. Well, I'll be back when the rest
of our enquiries are completed.
You can't charge us or anything.
Who says?
I say. Cos all we did
was spend the money.
We've no idea them notes
were wrong 'uns. Huh?
Well, let's just see, shall we?
Oo I wish he was still alive, so I could
kill him with my bare hands!
Hang on a minute, though.
He weren't in on this
on his own, were he?
- Weren't he?
- Of course he weren't.
He still needed someone to
get his rotten letter delivered!
Oh yeah!
Can you charge the
Suches with anything?
Well, we could do. Whether we
will or not is something else.
I'll need to have a
chat with Blaketon,
once we found out what's
happened with Graham.
Well, that not gonna be easy.
Why do you say that?
Well, according to young Karen,
the lads who attacked Weedon
took something from him.
And when I spoke to him,
he said nothing had been taken.
So why would a bloke who's been
robbed insists he hadn't been?
Because he couldn't admit
to having what he'd lost?
Yeah, right.
Do you think it could
have been drugs?
Well, Karen had to have got the
amphetamines from somewhere.
The disco seems to
be the logical place.
And she was hanging around outside.
Give us a kiss.
Any sign of that lot
from division yet?
They're on the way, sarge.
Oh sarge, can I
have a word, please.
Yes, of course.
He's going through hell, isn't he?
So what are you suggesting
now, Rowan?
That these kids were after drugs?
Well, it certainly wasn't money, Sarge.
They ignored his wallet full of cash.
Terrific.
What do you want?
The truth. That's what I want.
You don't have to tell
him anything, Graham.
Not till your solicitor gets here.
Oh, for God's sake, woman!
I'm here as his father,
not a copper.
That does still give me
some rights, doesn't it?
Now, Graham.
Last night, were you after drugs?
- Were you?
- Just a minute! What drugs?
We've reason to believe that
Weedon was a drug dealer
supplying the kids at the disco.
That doesn't mean our Graham
had anything to do with that.
Why else was he lying
in wait for him?
Graham, it was you, wasn't it?
Lying in wait behind
the village hall?
Not for the drugs, Dad.
Not to use them ourselves, anyway.
- You took some off him?
- To destroy them, that's all.
Destroy them?
Look, we knew Weedon
was supplying
some of the younger
kids with drugs, right?
- So?
- So we decided to warn him off.
We reckoned the best way of
doing that was nicking his supply,
and giving him a bit of
belting while we were at it.
You expect me to believe that.
It's the truth, dad.
You never thought of reporting
him to the police,
letting them deal with it?
None of the kids wanted us to do
that in case they got into trouble.
Are you surprised
he has no faith in the law?
Let's face it,
why should he have,
after what he's seen
it's done to our lives?
Mum!
Well, it's true, isn't it?
Rowan, get on to the
hospital and find out
if that Weedon character's
been discharged yet.
If he has, he can't have got far.
Division'll want a word with him.
Right, Sarge.
I want you to do something
to stop this, Oscar, now.
Don't be stupid, Joan.
It's a well-known fact the police take
care of their own, when they have to.
More of a well-known fallacy, really.
There must be strings you can
pull, the years you've put in.
I mean you heard what Graham said,
why they did what they did.
I'm sure that'll be taken
into consideration.
But they took the law into
their own hands, you see.
And that's happens
to be against the law.
The law!
The law ruined my life,
that's what the law did.
Now it's going to ruin his!
If there's one single thing I
could do about this, I would.
But there will be an investigation.
He may be charged. I don't know.
But in spite of what happened
between you and me, Joan
I am still his father,
and I love him.
Love?
What do you know about love, Oscar?
When were you ever a father to him?
You were never there when
he needed you, ever!
You were always too busy
working, always on duty.
Well, now he doesn't need you.
He's got me.
So let's just keep it
that way, shall we?
I love how your eyes glow
Whenever you kiss me ♪
What's going to happen to Graham?
That depends whether the
court believe his story or not.
So it's going to court then?
Mm.
Poor old Blaketon.
But, darling, most of all
I love how you love me ♪
KNOCKING
I love how your heart beats ♪
What do you want this time of night?
- Police protection!
- Who from?
Sweaty Betty Such.
She's looking for me
all over Aidensfield.
Can I come in?
You're not frightened of a woman?
Sweaty Betty is not a woman
and never has been.
I mean if she misses you with her right
arm, she knocks you over with her smell!
Well, that's risque, coming from you.
Hey, compare to her,
I smell like the Queen Mother.
So what is this, thieves falling out?
Nothing to do with those
counterfeit notes, was it?
- It's got nowt to do with me.
- No?
No! Look, if I'm guilty about it,
it's just trying to help a dying pal
out, you know, doing him a good turn.
Alright Claude, I'm listening.
Well, when he were dyin', little Arthur
asked me to go and visit him, right?
Right.
Well he knew he were
about to pop his clogs
because he knew the
terrible state of his chest.
He asked me if I'd deliver
a letter to his missus,
but he told me not to take it around
till he were dead and buried.
Did he say what was in the letter?
No, but I put it on a shelf over a
pan I were boiling some eggs in,
and it like, steamed itself open.
What, like accidentally-on-purpose?
Ah, summat like that.
What did it say?
Well, basically that he was sorry
he'd given her such a hard time
for so many years, but
to make it up to them,
he'd left a load of money
for her and the lad,
in the safety deposit in the bank.
Only the cash in the box
was counterfeit, was it?
Aye, apparently. I mean, I
didn't know owt at the time
Of course not.
You trust nobody, do you?
Anyway, he said like, that
there were a key, a certain key,
she'd got to take to the bank.
He'd left the key in the right hand
trouser pocket of his best suit,
which happened to be the
one they buried him in!
You've heard of the Ecclesiastical
Court Jurisdiction Act 1860
will you, Mrs. Such?
Also the Burial Act
of 1855 and 1857?
And the Cemeteries
Clauses Act of 1847?
Plus of course the Public
Health Act of 1936?
Not to mention the
sundry other by-laws
on the exhumation of bodies without
proper authority from the Home Office?
No?
Well, never mind, you soon will.
And there is another thing
we like to talk to you about.
The small matter of assaulting a
police officer with a deadly weapon,
namely a garden spade.
So if you and your son here will like
to accompany me down to the station?
Now look what you've gone and done!