Heartbeat (1992) s04e05 Episode Script

1
Heartbeat, why do you miss
when my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat, why does a love
kiss stay in my memory?
First you take a heart
Then you break a heart
But before you do
You make it fall for you
Then you give it back
Oh, you shouldn't do that
You see me walk that floor
Just a-thinkin' of you
You see me walk that floor, baby
Right out of my shoes
Somebody help me please
Tell me what to do
Just send an SOS
You know I heard your distress
Won't somebody please
Take her place?
Will I find her there
Searchin' everywhere?
Why d'you break my heart?
First you take a heart
Then you break a heart
But before you do
You make it fall for you
Then you give it back
Oh, you shouldn't do that
You see me walk that floor
Just a-thinkin' of you
You see me walk that floor, baby
Right out of my shoes
Somebody help me, please
Tell me what to do
Sendin' an SOS
You know my heart's in distress
Won't somebody please
Take her place?
Will I find her there
Searchin' everywhere?
Oh, you shouldn't do that
Why d'you break my heart? #
CAR STARTS
Yoo-hoo! Hey, are you all right?
Yeah.
You are crazy, Sandie.
You are crazy!
Oh!
What's the matter?
Why on Earth would anyone want to
break into the County Council office?
You tell me, love.
So what was taken?
I don't know if anything was taken.
This time of night,
I couldn't raise anyone.
I'll have to go round there
first thing tomorrow.
So how about a nice cup of tea?
Of course.
Teapot. Tea.
Put tea into the teapot.
Add boiling water and leave to brew.
- So are you going to make me one?
- No sugar in mine, thanks.
So what d'you get, then?
What I went for.
Is that all?
Plus a few bob in change,
plus these for you.
Postal orders. You little beauty!
Ooh, mind my hand!
Oh, we need to get a doctor
to have a look at that, love.
Only not tonight, eh?
All right. What have you
got in mind then, hmm?
(BEEPS HORN)
Ey up! You want to
get one of these!
He's my pal, you know,
the local sheriff.
And these drawers were locked,
were they, Miss Paxton?
Well, put it this way,
they should have been.
Only there's no sign of
forced entry, you see.
Yes, I do realise that, Constable.
How much were these
postal orders worth?
About £30, I suppose.
Anything else been taken?
Some petty cash.
But apart from that,
it's impossible to tell
until everything's been put back.
And Lord knows how
long that's going to take!
Nick, uh sorry, have
you got a moment?
Yeah, sure.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
She's nice. Anyway
whoever it was, didn't get away
completely unscathed then.
Obviously not.
How did it happen?
Well, actually Dr. Rowan, I was
trying to slash my wrist, you know,
and I never was a good aimer.
Oh, yeah?
I suppose we should be grateful
it wasn't your throat
you were trying to cut.
I wish all doctors were
like you, Dr. Rowan.
How many doctors have you known?
Oh, one or two,
you know, in my time.
So what was it you did this on?
Oh, I just caught it on some wire,
you know, some barbed wire.
See, there's this place
I go to sometimes,
an old railway bridge, you know.
It's where I've always gone,
when I want to be alone.
When a train was coming,
we used to stick our heads over
the side and right into the steam.
Yeah, and end up with
a face full of soot.
Not to mention the
odd cinder in the eye.
But what has this got to do
with you cutting yourself?
That's where it happened, you know.
Oh, right.
So, will I make it through
the night, you think?
Have you had any
tetanus jab recently?
No, I don't think so.
Well, get them to give
you one at the hospital.
Hospital?!
This needs stitching, Sandie.
Can't you do it?
Well, I'd really like a specialist
to take a look at it.
I hate hospitals. And nurses.
Vampires in drag, I call 'em.
Until you need one yourself, right?
Where did all that crap about
railway bridges come from?
Well, what did you expect me to tell?
That I cut this on some glass while I
was breaking and entering last night?
- Besides, it's not crap.
- No?
No. There is a railway bridge,
and I do go there sometimes.
Won't be long.
Right, let's get down to the
real business of the day.
Get your chatting gear round that.
'Ere, look at this!
Will you be home for lunch?
Well, that depends on how many post
offices I can check in one morning.
See you later, then.
Yeah, much later probably.
RINGS
- Hello?
- Is Constable Rowan there, please?
I'm afraid you've just missed him.
I can get in touch with
him though, if it's urgent.
Well, I supposed it could be urgent.
It's Miss Paxton from the
County Children's Department.
They seek him here
They seek him there
His clothes are loud
But never square
It will make or break him
So he's got to buy the best
Cos he's a dedicated
follower of fashion
And when he does his little rounds
Round the boutiques of London town
Eagerly pursuing all the
latest fads and trends
Cos he's a dedicated
follower of fashion
Oh yes, he is
Oh yes, he is
He thinks he is a flower
to be looked at
And when he pulls his frilly
nylon panties right up tight
He feels a dedicated
follower of fashion
He's a dedicated
follower of fashion
He's a dedicated
follower of fashion ♪
So did she say what
has gone missing?
Some sort of confidential file.
She said it could be urgent.
Well, I supposed I'd better
get myself round then.
Oi!
Now what's he want?
I've got summat to show you.
- Oh, can't it wait?
- No, it can't!
What are you going
to do about that?
I paid an arm and
a leg for that bird.
You can't afford to
lose money like that
not when you're nearly
an old age pensioner.
What happened to it?
It got attacked on the way back,
got as far as the loft,
then it dropped dead.
What, shot, you mean?
No, it's plundered by a flamin'
peregrine! Pardon my French.
The poor thing!
Thanks for your sympathy,
but sympathy ain't gonna
bring it back to life, is it?
So what do you want
me to do about it?
What? You're what's laughingly called
the law around here, aren't you?
And peregrines are
what you might call
an occupational hazard
for pigeons, aren't they?
I see. So, basically what you're telling
me is you're not going to do owt.
Basically, what I'm telling you Claude,
is I've more important things to worry
about than your late lamented pigeon.
So, if you'll excuse me.
I don't know why I bother bringing
my problems to your husband?
Not much point in dealing
with the monkey
when I can go straight
to the organ-grinder.
Thank you, Beryl.
So what makes you think this file
was stolen then, Miss Paxton?
Because it was numbered.
And I do know my own
filing system, Constable.
Well, could it have been put in the
wrong place when you tidied up?
The very first thing I thought of.
So we checked absolutely everything,
but it's just not anywhere to be found.
So what was in it?
Basically, relevant
details and documents
concerning an adoption
handled by this department.
What, names and addresses,
that sort of things?
Yes. Information which is
regarded as strictly confidential,
for obvious reasons.
So, what's the name of this child?
Oh, that's why I called you, Mr. Rowan.
Because without that folder, we
don't have the name of the child
or the name and address of the
people to whom the child went.
If that file gets into the wrong hands,
they really must be alerted.
Oh look, there he is!
Aw, look! He's even
got your nose, Vinnie.
Greengrass wants to report a what?
A murder, sarge.
This isn't another of your
elephantine little jokes
by any chance, is it, Ventress?
He never said anything
about elephants, sarge.
Right, Greengrass.
If you'd like to take it through
The door, shut it!
A murder, Greengrass?
One of my best birds.
Look at that.
A flamin' peregrine falcon
did that, you know!
That moor's infested with 'em.
And were there any witnesses
to this foul deed?
Oh, that's very amusing.
It's no laughing matter to me
and my members, you know.
You and your members, Greengrass?
Yes, my members.
You happen to be talking
to the new Chairman
of the Aidensfield
Pigeon Fanciers Society.
Well, it might have been worse.
They could have made you treasurer.
But if you're not prepared
to do owt about it,
there's plenty of others
who are, you know!
I'm going to pretend I never
heard that, Greengrass!
If there's one thing I can't stand
even less than a bunch of vigilantes
is finding villains like
you at the end of 'em!
Now just clear off, before
I really lose my temper!
And while you're at it, you can
take that with you an' all!
Sorted you out then, has he, Claude?
Do you do requests?
If that barmpot ever gets
inside my office again,
there'll be a lot more than furs
and feathers flying around here!
(BOTH) Yes, sarge.
Right. One tea.
Look, Sandie. How much longer, eh?
I told you, Vinnie, I just want
to see him again, that's all!
Oh, there he is!
So can we go now, eh?
Yeah, all right.
Are you telling me
that without that file,
the County Authorities
have no way of tracing
any of the people
involved in the adoption?
Well, that's what
this Miss Paxton said.
But there must be some sort
of backup file in existence.
Well I suppose they have
no reason to believe
anyone would want
to come and nick it.
So what do you think?
Well, if the object of the break-in
was to get their hands on that file,
could have only been
for one thing, couldn't it?
The name and address of the
people who adopted the baby.
BANGING
And my problem is
what to do about it?
We don't even know
the name of the baby.
- Same again?
- Yeah, please.
Same again, please, Gina.
MORE BANGING
Who you got up there,
George's vampire brother?
That size 12 boot you can hear
belongs to the dynamic new leader of
the Aidensfield Pigeon Fanciers Club.
And who might that be?
Would you believe a certain
Claude Jeremiah Greengrass?
Really?
The mind boggles
though, doesn't it?
I mean, I wouldn't trust him
with a feather duster myself,
never mind a homing pigeon.
So what are they up to?
Well, between you and me,
saying there's something ???.
And what makes you think that?
Because, Nick, the only time
it all goes quiet in there
is when I go in to clear
off the empties.
MORE BANGING
All right, I'm coming!
Thank you.
Now, I think what we have to
remember, fellow fanciers,
is that all of us have rights, right?
ALL: Right.
And sometimes, unfortunately, we
have to fight for those rights, right?
Right!
Now, what has been happening
to our pigeons up on the moor
is all wrong, right?
Right!
Now. There you are, Gina.
Heard us at last, have you?
They heard you in
Sheffield, Claude.
The big strong lads here are thirsty,
and my clack thinks it's summat it said.
- Same again is it?
- Yes.
Twice.
Oh, and a message from
my Uncle George for you.
Just in case you need to attract
me attention and fare tonight.
He is right in thinking, is he,
that you lot are fully
covered by insurance?
What?
Well he says, you do realise
you're gonna be getting a bill
if them cracks you're making
in his ceiling get any wider.
Right well, what I was saying
was before we were interrupted,
I think, I honestly think
it's time for action.
Because if the powers-that-be
aren't prepared to do owt,
I think it's time we did. Right?
Right!
Right. By the way, there'll be a raffle
afterwards for the refreshments.
What are you looking for?
The keys to the van.
Try me jacket.
What do you want 'em for?
Thought I'd go for a ride.
A ride? Where to?
Just a ride.
Oh, aye?
When did you pass your test?
See ya.
Vernon!
Walter?
Oh, no!
Can I help you gentlemen?
Who do we see about
making a complaint?
Well, it all depends on the
nature of the complaint.
How about wanton vandalism?
Some sort of problem,
is there, Ventress?
I should say so.
Well, in that case, I suppose
you'd best come through.
Any news?
Well I've finally managed
to track down
the post office the
orders were cashed at.
And did they give
you any information?
No, not much.
A bloke in his early twenties,
but apart from that
Miss Paxton is waiting to see you.
Oh.
Now come on Beryl, tell the
constable exactly what you told me.
Well, I got this phone call, see.
About a week since, from this woman.
Right.
Wanting the name and
address of the couple
who adopted this baby
about three years back.
Course, I didn't tell her.
I mean, it's dead confidential,
is that sort of information.
I'm sure you didn't.
And after that well,
I didn't think nothing of it.
Until Miss Paxton here started going on
about this file that has gone missing.
And did this woman tell
you the name of the baby?
James Eliot.
And the folder that's gone
missing seems to be
removed, you see, from the E
section of the adoption files.
When I asked her who was
speaking like, she rang off.
And how old do you think she was?
Oh, I don't know, really.
She didn't sound
much older than me.
RINGS
Aidensfield Police. Yes, sarge.
What, now?
I'm right in the middle of
- Kate!
- Yeah.
Do me a favour, will you?
Drop in at the Registrar's,
see if there's a James Eliot
on the list of local births.
Going back how far?
Well, three or four years.
If you find anything,
let me know straight away.
This is my day off.
I'm suppose to be painting my toenails
and going to the hairdresser's.
Sarge?
Fortunately, we have a likely suspect.
So, how come a nice girl like
you's not got a boyfriend?
Who told you I haven't?
Where do you keep him,
in a tin box under the bed?
If you must know,
he's in the Navy.
Oh, I see.
A girl in every port then, eh?
Well, put it this way. If he has,
he'd better not let me catch him.
Cut off more than his
rum ration, would you?
You'd better believe it.
My Auntie Aggie was
lost at sea, you know.
- Was she?
- Oh ya, yeah she was.
Washed out to sea on a
donkey just off Scarborough.
- Never seen again.
- Oh, that's awful.
- It's even worse than that.
- Really?
She's got all the
holiday money on her.
My Uncle Eli had to
come back a day early.
You wait
That's what I like to see,
all these happy smiling faces.
You'll soon change that, won't you?
We'd like a word with
you down at the station.
Now, what have I done wrong?
Greengrass, you must
be a mind reader.
You took the words
right out of my mouth.
Birds' nests?!
What you're talking about?
You haven't forgotten our little chat
already, have you, Greengrass?
You know, the one about taking
the law into your own hands?
That were just me
talking, weren't it?
I mean, I was a bit upset
because of me bird.
Were you or weren't you in the
vicinity of those nests this morning?
This morning?
We've got a witness who's prepared
to swear they saw you there.
Who's he when he's at home?
Lord Ashfordly's gamekeeper.
Rodney Chambers?!
You can't take him or
listen to what he says.
He's been trying to
fit me up for years!
So you're telling us that he's
lying, are you, Greengrass?
No, not necessarily.
I mean I might have
been about that area,
but I promised you I never
touched any of the nests.
So what were you doing?
Well, I was just checking to
see how many there were.
What for?
For this letter I'm thinking of
writing to the local papers
in my capacity as Chairman of
the Aidensfield Pigeon Fanciers
about the callous indifference
of the powers-that-be
about what's been
happening to our pigeons.
You can tell that to the magistrates.
Uh. If it ever gets that far.
Oh? And why are you so confident
that it won't, Greengrass?
Cause I've done nowt wrong.
And if you're trying to say
it was me has done it
you got a bit of trouble
making it stick.
Because the only evidence you've
got is circumstantial, ain't it?
Just get out!
Delighted.
And don't think it hasn't been
a pleasure, cos it hasn't.
None of this is going to
stand up in court, Sarge.
Not yet perhaps, Rowan.
Not yet, but stay tuned!
Hello.
Nick, it's Kate.
Yes, Kate?
I've just been down to
the Registrar's Office,
and I've just found the name
James Eliot, with an address.
My sister collected him?
But I haven't got a sister!
I'm in here!
Right. What have you got for me?
There was a James Eliot,
born about three years ago
to a girl called Sandra Eliot.
Age?
16 and unmarried.
Got an address?
3 Arndale Close, Ashfordly,
according to the records.
And what about the father?
She refused to name him,
apparently. More fool her.
Right.
Where are you going?
Check out with Miss Paxton, see if
we can locate the adopting parents.
I've already done that,
just after I rang you.
She checked it out with the officer
who dealt with the Eliot case.
And according to his notes,
the child was adopted by a Mr. and
Mrs. John Sanderson living in Whitby.
Look, I wrote down the address.
You're a genius, Kate.
I know.
The $64,000 question is, are the
Sandersons in the phone book?
Yeah, let's see.
5 Mulgrave Crescent.
Sanderson
No John Sanderson.
All right?
Rowan, what are you doing here?
You knew about this yesterday, Rowan,
and you did nothing about it?
All I knew yesterday, was that
a child's file had gone missing.
I didn't know which file
until about an hour ago.
But you've an address
for the natural mother?
Well, the last-known
one, yes ma'am.
Well, in that case, get yourself
over there right away
and see if she has anything to do
with the disappearance of this child.
Yes, ma'am.
- And stay in touch.
- Yes, ma'am.
Mr. Eliot?
- Yes?
- PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.
Oh, yes?
Can I have a word?
- What about?
- Your daughter, Sandra.
I have no daughter.
Something's happened to her, has it?
Can we talk inside, do you think?
Yes, of course.
I just can't believe that
she would do such a thing.
But you don't know
that it was her, do you?
No, at this stage, we're just
eliminating people from our enquiries.
So your daughter no
longer lives with you?
Oh well, we haven't seen her for
what is it now?
Going on two years.
Don't you know where she lives now?
Well, not really, no.
But I thought you lot might have
My lot, Mr. Eliot?
What Harold means is that
well, after we made
it clear that there was,
you know, just no way
she could keep the baby
Sandra just went
right off the rails.
Never out of trouble after that.
She's been in court
more than once.
I see.
In the end Harold just decided
enough was enough.
Have you been in contact since?
No.
Like my wife just said,
enough was enough.
Won't you have a photograph?
No.
Sure we must have one somewhere.
You have children,
do you, Constable?
- Not yet, no.
- Wise man.
FUNNY HOW LOVE CAN BE
(THE IVY LEAGUE)
There she goes with
her nose in the air
Funny how love can be
Wonder why she pretends
I'm not there
Funny how love can be, girl
Funny how love can be
There she is with
that look in her eye
Hasn't got time for me
Does she know how
it's making me cry?
Funny how love can be, girl
Funny how love can be
What a thing to happen
Left without a friend
What a thing to happen
Funny how true love can end
I can tell that she
just doesn't care
Haven't I made her see?
I'm in love and
it just isn't fair
Funny how love can be ♪
You never told me you'd
kept a photograph.
No, I know I didn't.
She ruined our lives, that one.
No. We did that, Harold.
Us?
Yeah, us.
Look, what was done was done.
It couldn't be undone.
And we should just have
made the best of it,
not try to pretend it
had never happened
that she'd never happened.
You can't do that to people,
just give up on them like that.
Not when they're your own.
Do we know when this was taken?
About three years ago, ma'am.
So it fits the description we got
from the woman at the nursery.
Copies straightaway,
please, Sergeant.
Good work, Rowan.
And here's Sandra Eliot's file.
She certainly seems to have been
busy over the past three years.
Just about everything,
including breaking and entering.
So, do we have a
recent address yet?
Afraid not, ma'am.
Whenever she's appeared
before the court
she always claims to
be of no fixed abode.
Ah, I see.
It seems she was never
in any kind of trouble
until the baby was
taken away from her.
The parents insisted, apparently.
So not all that surprising that she's
tried to snatched him back again.
Except of course it isn't him
that she's snatched back.
- Really?
-I'm afraid not, Rowan.
At least that's what
I've just been told.
It isn't the same child?
Well, it can't be.
James Eliot's dead.
He died of pneumonia just a
few months after the adoption.
Oh no!
So the Sandersons
adopted again, did they?
As it turns out,
they didn't have to.
Shortly after they got James,
Mrs. Sanderson found
she was pregnant herself.
Well, it does happen.
Does Sandra Eliot know this?
Oh no, she can't do.
I mean, she hasn't seen the baby
since he was a few weeks old.
How on earth is she going
to react when she finds out?
Nick!
Couldn't the police
sit on this information,
at least for the time being?
Oh, that's easier
said than done, Kate,
given the amount of press
interest in this case already.
So what are you going to do?
We'll keep up the search.
And saturate the entire area with
these posters. See what comes up.
Hang on a minute!
I know this girl.
You know her?
I know here. I treated her
yesterday for a badly cut hand.
That's the morning after
we had that break-in.
- Yeah.
- Why didn't you say anything?
Why should I? I know her as
Sandie Livesey, not Sandra Eliot!
- Have you got an address for her?
- I'll go and get it.
- Mr. Livesey?
- Yeah.
PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.
I believe you already know my wife.
So?
Is Mrs. Livesey in?
- No, she's gone.
- Gone out?
That's right.
And has she taken
the child with her?
What child?
A toddler's gone
missing over in Whitby.
We've reason to believe your wife
might know something about it, sir.
Don't know what you're
talking about, mate.
You are familiar with the term
"aiding and abetting", aren't you, sir?
Look, none of this has anything
to do with me, right?
Can we come in?
All she told me was she
wanted to see him again.
She never said nothing
about kidnapping the kid.
Did she have the child
with her when she left?
Yup.
You didn't think to try and talk
her into taking him back?
Of course I did.
I did my best too, but the minute my
back was turned, she'd hopped it.
Was the child all right?
- I suppose so.
- You suppose so?!
Look, I've told you, this
has nothing to do with me.
I mean, she just turned up with him.
Did she leave on foot?
No. She took my van.
How long ago was this?
About an hour.
And you're quite sure you've
no idea where they are?
How could I, I mean,
she just took off.
I never wanted that little
beggar in the first place.
You're saying that you're
the father of Sandie's child?
So she reckons, yeah.
Has a bit of a look
of me, she said.
I'll need the details of your van.
Yeah, right.
So when you find her, tell her
I want my van back, will you?
Would that be the van you
used as the getaway vehicle
after the break-in the other night?
What break-in?
Well, I'll be back to have a chat
with you about that later.
Also about those postal
orders you cashed.
Mr. Roscoe, Mr. Brennan.
Looking for me, were you?
It's about the peregrines.
Well, I'm a bit busy at the moment.
This is important.
It's new evidence, Mr. Rowan.
All right, you'd better come through.
We found it nailed to a post, a few
yards from another peregrine's nest.
It's obviously been
impregnated with something.
What, poison, you mean?
Definitely.
The idea being that the falcons'd
take it that bit from, you see.
So it seemed safe to assume
then that whoever left this
is almost certainly the same person
who smashed up the first nest.
More than likely, I'd say.
See, between you and me,
your Sergeant over at Ashfordly
asked us to keep our eyes open
from now on, look on the moor.
And did you?
We did better than that, Mr. Rowan.
We got some pictures of
the beggar that set the trap.
Oh, this isn't Greengrass.
No, it ain't. It's Rodney Chambers,
Lord Ashfordly's gamekeeper.
Well, why would he want to
get rid of the peregrines?
Same reason Greengrass does.
Only in this case, it isn't
pigeons he's protecting
it's Lord Ashfordly's grouse.
Has Sgt Blaketon seen these?
Not yet, no.
Well, if I were you,
I'd take them round
to him straight away.
You're gonna make
his day, you know,
knowing Greengrass
is off the hook.
Ventress!
Yes, sarge?
Yes, sarge?
Just get rid of that!
Where shall I put it, sarge?
The nearest fridge perhaps?
It's evidence, Ventress,
destined to appear as exhibit A,
I shouldn't wonder,
in a forthcoming court case.
Any news?
Well we've circulated the number
of the van and the photographs.
Every copper in this part of
Yorkshire is looking for her.
Where would she go though, Kate?
It's going to be dark soon.
I was just thinking about the
things she said yesterday.
About a place she used to
go to when she was a kid
to get away from things.
- What place?
- A bridge over a railway.
Could she have gone
there, do you think?
Where is it?
Well, it must be local if
she went there as a kid.
And there's only one
railway line around here.
Yeah, but a heck
of a lot of bridges.
Come on, then!
WHISTLE
See, this is my special place,
is this, my magic place.
And you're the first person in the
whole world I've brought here.
So from now on, it's going to
be our special place, right?
Right?
There should be a
turning on the left.
Here we are.
CAR
Got to hide!
It's a footpath from here.
Right.
Shhh!
WHISTLE
Hey, there's the van!
WHISTLE
Didn't I tell you how good it was?
Just like living in a castle
made of clouds, really,
where no-one can ever find you,
not if you don't want 'em to?
Hello, Sandie.
What do you want?
- To talk.
- What about?
What you have in mind to do next.
It'll be dark soon.
How did you find me?
You told me about this
place, remember?
It's getting late, Sandie.
He should be in bed.
No.
But it's not fair on him, Sandie.
Where do you think you're
going to take him?
We'll find somewhere.
With no money?
I'll get money.
What about his mum,
what's she going to think?
I'm his mum!
But you're not, Sandie.
Oh yeah, I am. I'm the one who
carried him for nine months.
Not this little boy.
What do you mean?
This isn't James, Sandie.
This is Stephen.
Don't be stupid!
What's your name, son?
Stephen.
No, no, it's James. It's James!
His name's Stephen.
No, they call him Stephen,
but his real name's James.
Sandie, James died
when he was still a baby.
You're a liar!
Would I lie to you about
something like that?
No, no, you're lying!
You're lying!
"Nobody wanted him."
"Just get rid of it", Vinnie said.
"No way", I said.
"My mum and dad'll help me."
But they wouldn't, would they?
They didn't want him either.
"He can't stay here.
He'll have to go."
"But he's my baby", I said.
"I love him."
I shouldn't have let
'em take him, though.
See, if I hadn't, he
might still have been alive.
Are you ready, Sandie?
You really would have thought
somebody would have told me
that my baby was dead.
Okay?
So, what do you think'll
happen to her then, sarge?
Well, in the circumstances, not
a lot, I wouldn't have thought.
Kids, eh?
KNOCK AT DOOR
Uh, the Chairman of the Aidensfield
Pigeon Fanciers Association to see you.
Oh, not again!
Oh, he's very insistent, sarge.
Right, Ventress.
I'll see him.
And what the hell do you want,
Greengrass, apart from the obvious?
An apology, that's what I want.
Come again?
For the damage to my good name
as the Chairman of the
Aidensfield Pigeon Fanciers
by your scurrilous and unfounded
allegations against me.
Well, let me tell you this, Mr. Chairman
of the Aidensfield Pigeon Fanciers,
you have just two seconds
to get out of here!
Otherwise your Pigeon Fanciers will
be looking for another ruddy chairman!
So get out! Now!
I tell you, lads.
One of these days
You'll swing for that
one, right, sarge?
And gladly, Rowan.
And gladly.
Heartbeat, why do you miss
When my baby kisses me?