Heartbeat (1992) s05e09 Episode Script

1
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
(SCREAMS)
Uncle George! Uncle George!
Oi!
Did you see, Uncle George?
Did you see who it was?
Aye, Gina, steady on.
But it was him, the Be-Ro Man.
RINGS
Aidensfield Police.
Oh, hello, Gina.
All right, hang on. Calm down.
Right, okay.
I'll be with you as soon as I can.
GUITAR STRUMMING
Alfred?
throughout the land
Alfred?
Sometimes your daughters
are beyond your command
The old road is rapidly ageing
So get out of the new one
if you can't lend a hand
Cos the times they
are a-changin' ♪
Alfred!
Hi, there, Dad.
Guess this is your dog, eh?
Ah. Come out of there, Alfred.
I've got a way with animals.
Have you? Not with
this animal, you've not.
Hope you realised you're
camping on private property?
"Property is theft."
Haven't you heard that quotation?
Not really, no, but I've
got a quote for you.
You owe me fifteen and six rent.
Easy, man. I got bread.
I only deal in cash.
Are you staying?
You must be a Yank or summat.
No, just need somewhere
to hang me hat for a while.
Sit in the sun,
watch the grass grow.
Oh, you've come
to the right place.
I got acres of it.
This is far out, man.
Don't talk daft.
Aidensfield's only half a mile.
(LAUGHS)
The Be-Ro Man again?
Are you sure?
He had the gear on, sarge.
George had left a window open.
Said Gina forgot to close it.
Well, at least he didn't
get the takings.
He'd have a job.
George sleeps with 'em!
Well, it seems he takes anything,
ornaments, clothes.
Oh, there's a tale going around that
he doesn't take owt sometimes.
Just bakes a cake
and then goes again.
I don't find this funny.
In fact, as a certain nasty
little man once said
"My patience is now at an end"!
This one-man crime wave is making
??? of us for the past four weeks.
He's the talk of the North Riding.
Now, there has to be a pattern.
Rowan, talk to me.
Well, until last night the break-ins
has been in or around Ashfordly.
Could be he's targeting Aidensfield.
And women.
Alright Ventress,
you check the records.
Bellamy, I want you to revisit
the scenes of the crimes.
And Rowan, you check up on
any newcomers in Aidensfield.
Any questions?
Oh, just one, sarge.
Who said,
"My patience is at an end"?
Hitler
just before he invaded Poland.
All right, George?
Been worse, I've been better.
Coming to something
when you don't feel safe
carrying your takings to the bank.
Yeah, we need to catch
this crackpot, George.
You let me know if you see
any strangers in the village.
Well, there was a van parked at
Greengrass's I've never seen before.
- Spotted it earlier.
- I'll take a look.
Well, you can't miss it.
It's painted all psychodaisical.
Another long-haired layabout,
I expect, living off such as me.
- See ya.
- Ta da.
I'll give him Be-Ro Man
if I ever catch up with him.
RADIO: "Well, a certain guy
like to tour the UK today."
"When asked if he had anything to
say to the youth of Britain, he said,"
"'Keep a clean head and
always carry a light bulb.'"
"Yes, Mr. Tambourine Man
himself, Bob Dylan!"
RADIO: Hey, Mr. Tambourine
Man, play a song for me ♪
I don't believe it.
It can't be.
Nah, it's not Bob Dylan.
I bet he can't even play that thing!
You must leave now take while
you leave you think will last
Whatever you wish to keep
you'd better grab it fast
Yonder stands your
orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out boy, saints
are coming through
And it's all over now,
Baby Blue ♪
APPLAUSE AND WHISTLING
I'm sorry I spoke.
Who were that supposed to be?
Bob Dylan, you old fuzzock!
Mario Lanza, all is forgiven.
I'll have a whisky, family size.
Mr. Dylan'll pay.
- Alright, Bob?
- Yeah, right-o, Claude.
'Ere, you kids wanna drink with me?
ALL: Yeah! Cheers!
I'll give you old fuzzock!
CAR RADIO BLARES
Jason!
Jason! Are you there?!
Hellooo, Jason!
Hello.
Hi, Con-sta-bule.
Jason owns the van, I take it?
Oh, what's it to you?
Nice car. What's your name?
Queen Jane Approximately.
Joan Baez.
And who's this Jason?
Oh, he's great, knows all the groups.
He's just Jason.
Don't waste your breath.
- You known him long?
- What's he supposed to have done?
I didn't say he'd done anything.
What's he doing round here?
Touring, Bob Dylan!
Can we go now?
Bye-eee.
I tell you, Jason man, when
you walked through that door,
I thought it's him,
it's Bob Dylan.
Nah, can't lay claim to that.
But when I was a roadie with the
Kinks, I picked up a few things.
Oh yeah. What, these are
the Kinks's plectrums?!
Yeah. Here, help yourselves.
So tell us about him then, Claude.
I don't know much,
but he's got plenty of money.
He's got a good voice and all.
- Has he?
- What can I get you, love?
Love'd be far out, darling.
But for now, let's us say
we're getting for my mates.
You're a scholar and a gentleman.
So what's your bag then, Dad?
- Me bag?
- Yeah, your line of business, man?
Ah, I do a bit of everything.
Dealer, breeder,
haulage contractor.
- War hero
- Philosopher!
So what's your
philosophy then, Claude?
Philosophy, I dunno.
Probably, "If things don't change
they'll stop as they are!"
Far out, man.
I can live with that.
I, er sing a bit meself, Jason.
Ah yeah?
That's cool, Gina.
As soon as we can get together,
we're gonna have the numbers.
Yeah?!
What about Joe Stalin over there?
No problem.
CAR HORN OUTSIDE
- Oh, I gotta go. See you later.
Yeah, ta-ra!
Come on, Jason!
Right, let's go.
So when was the last time you
had your Tetanus jab, Mr. Flax?
- You remember?
- Never had one.
I wouldn't have bothered ye wi'
this but she would make a fuss.
There you go.
Oh, do you like pop music, Marion?
Pop papers is all she
thinks about these days.
World's gone mad if you ask me.
I like the Kinks and
the Pretty Things.
Mmm, so do I.
Lads wi' hair like lasses.
Lasses wi' skirts just
below their backsides.
Any road, she's not joining 'em.
Lasses aren't safe gadding about
wi' this Be-Ro Man running loose.
Well, young girls need
a bit of fun, Mr. Flax.
Fun!
There was a time folk worked
hard and kept the Sabbath.
Things have gone to ruination,
if you asked me.
We don't do owt on a Sunday here.
Don't you get out to dances, then?
Dances?! That's a laugh!
He won't even let me listen
to Radio Luxembourg.
Quiet, Marion.
I am quiet.
Yes, well, I really must be going.
I used to think everyone were
the same till a few years ago.
I thought all the world stopped
for Sunday, but they don't.
It's just us.
Barmy bloomin' Flaxes!
Time was bairns had
respect for their elders.
Yes, well. You keep that
arm covered up, Mr. Flax.
I'll be back with the
Tetanus as soon as I can.
Well, he's certainly a ladies man.
Out of eight reported burglaries,
six have been on females.
Mmm, young 'uns an' all.
'Ere, I know her!
By 'eck, Barbara Fletcher.
We used to watch her
playing tennis at school.
Bouncing Babs we used to call her.
Mm, I can imagine.
"Barbara told yesterday of
her horror upon waking"
"to find the so-called Be-Ro Man
rummaging in her wardrobe."
"Luckily for Mrs. Taylor"
Mrs. Taylor?!
Oh, Barbara! You got married!
"Luckily for Mrs. Taylor,
her 16-stone husband"
"whose hobbies include weight
lifting and amateur boxing"
"was in the next room."
So where's he from then, this
bloke with the psychedelic van?
London, heart of
the music business.
So how long has he been
camping at your place?
Turn of last night.
Mind you, as soon as I heard
him, I knew he got talent.
Matter of fact I'm
negotiating to be his manager.
Well, that will be the kiss
of death for his career.
Thank you.
Oh, no. Please, please.
No! Go away!
ENGINE FAILS
ENGINE BURSTS INTO LIFE
Eileen, nobody wears
jeans with creases in.
Well, they should.
I think it looks much nicer.
DOOR OPENS
What's up, Maggie?
Sit down. You look as
if you've seen a ghost.
- No Be-Ro Man.
- Where?
Sillers Moor.
He came straight
across the field at me.
He was right up at the car.
It was so weird.
Right, you'd better show me.
He sprang over the wall
round about there.
That's an old burial
mound over there.
Is that what it is?
Yeah, I think so.
No sign of any cars up there then?
There were several tracks,
Maggie didn't see any vehicles.
Nice motor.
Yeah, belongs to those two
blondes I saw at Greengrass's.
I don't care with
you I can't go wrong
Then put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or
mountain we can't climb
Babe
I got you, babe
I got you, babe ♪
We'll never play darts
in this bedlam!
Three pints please, George.
Right low-life carry-on here tonight.
They're having a good time, George.
I got you to kiss good night
I got you to hold me tight ♪
There's some dodgy
cigarettes about, Nick.
Can you smell 'em?
Here, Nick, is that them?
Ya, I'll have a word.
Here Alf.
I think we've done him some good,
he's moving in on the talent.
(Listen to this one.)
Hey Nick.
Is it alright, this Be-Ro
Man breaks into places
and bakes a sponge
cake before he leaves?
Yeah, that's alright, Claude.
I'm gonna do him for
baking and entering.
You should be
ashamed of yourself.
WILD APPLAUSE
Hey Jase, here's the local fuzz.
He's asking about you.
- Hello again.
- Hi, man.
- Hello.
- Nice to meet you.
I hear you're from
the smoke too, eh.
- Yeah, whereabouts're you from?
- Catford.
So what are you
doing this far north?
What is this, the third degree?
Just fancied a change
of scene, okay?
Not looking for any kind of trouble.
I got plenty of bread.
They want us to sing again, Jase!
Yeah, go for it, Jase!
The cop just loves your music.
What's he say, then?
He says he's got plenty of bread.
Ah. Well, he would have, won't he,
if he's the Be-Ro Man!
Is this smell marjy warna?
It's just herbal cigarettes, Alf.
We gotta get outta this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get outta this place
Girl, there's a better
life for me and you ♪
Yeah, it's a Jason Brown,
late of Catford.
Who's he on to?
- Criminal Records.
- Yeah, that's right.
Ask them if they've got
"I Believe" by The Bachelors.
That's a criminal record!
Yeah, okay. Right, thank you.
So you think our visiting
troubadour's got some form then?
Well, they're just checking,
then they'll call me back.
Rowan!
Get yourself over to Flax Farm.
there's been another break-in.
Be-Ro Man again.
And go through that farmhouse
with a fine tooth comb.
Or a sieve.
(GUFFAWS)
RADIO: Girl, you
really got me going
You got me so I don't
know what I'm doing
Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I
can't sleep at night
Yeah! Give it some welly, Marion!
JEERING
- Leave her alone, you lot!
Oh, yeah! You really got me now
You got me so I
can't sleep at night
The other things he
took don't matter.
But the wall clock, we've
had it in t'family for years.
And you left the house about
nine o'clock, Mr. Flax?
I telled thee.
I were out cutting thistles.
- Mrs. Flax?
- She were wi' me.
When Marion disturbed
him and he ran off.
Where is Marion?
Oh, she's gone to the village.
Okay, relax, Mr. Flax.
Mmmm.
I'll come back tomorrow
and change the dressing.
I'll need a word
with your daughter.
Thank you.
I'll be in touch.
Lovely scones. Thank you.
"Relax, Mr. Flax."
I can't believe you said that!
Sad people, Nick.
Can't be much of a
life for poor Marion.
Hey Jase, you know
these whatsit plants.
Pepsicums.
Sounds like stomach trouble.
You sure they'll sell?
Like hot cakes, Dad.
I wish you'd stop calling me 'Dad'.
People'll start thinking things.
- Come on, Jason!
- Yeah, you coming for a ride?
Chicks, eh, Dad?
They never let go.
I know. I used to have the
same sort of trouble meself.
Marion. Hello.
I just wanted a quick word.
I gather you saw the Be-Ro Man?
Bloomin' right I did.
She your girlfriend?
No.
I had a friend once.
Great at sport she was.
It didn't last, though.
- Why not?
- In't it obvious?
When I saw what her house
was like, I nearly had a fit.
Ccouldn't bring her here, could I?
Were you in on your own
when he came in?
I've been out walking.
I come back in and there he was,
taking the clock off the wall.
- Did he say anything?
- Did he heck.
We just stood and stared
at each other for ages.
Then he screamed and I ran away.
You mean you screamed
and he ran away?
That's what I said.
Can I go now?
You've got oil on your nose.
Is that better?
No.
They're going a bit fast.
SCREECH OF TYRES AND THUD
Oh, no. Nick.
Nick
Over there.
He's gone.
You two! Over here!
Now listen here, we've got a
problem here with identification.
We've got one driving licence
in the name of Paula Clegg.
And one Laguna Club membership
card owned by Sandra Gordon.
We don't know which one's which?
That's right, Rowan.
The driver's dead and the other one's
on her way to Ashfordly Hospital
to get patched up.
Bit of a toss-up, isn't it, sarge?
Hey!
Come on out, I've got a 12-bore!
I want both sets of parents
at the hospital pronto.
So you two get on to
Mr. and Mrs. Clegg
and I'll talk to Mr.
and Mrs. Gordon.
And what do we tell 'em, sarge?
Just the basic situation,
no gory details.
And you best get some
photos of the girl.
"Please come to the hospital,
your daughter's probably dead."
No.
"Your daughter's been
in a serious accident
and may be alive."
How many times you
have to do this, Alf?
Too many.
Come on, don't be daft!
Stop or I'll shoot!
GUN CLICKS
I'll be ready next time!
Where's Paula?!
I want to see her now.
If you like to step this way,
Mr. and Mrs. Clegg.
Rowan!
What's happening, then?
One girl's having an
emergency surgery, sarge.
It's touch and go, I think.
The other girl's in the mortuary.
And the photos?
Well, these are useless,
aren't they?!
What's all this whispering?!
If we don't get some information
soon, there's gonna be trouble.
Oh uh, Mr. and Mrs. Clegg,
do you know Mr. and Mrs. Gordon?
Paula told us so much about you.
Aye, we've heard about you an' all.
Where's our daughter, sergeant?
That's all we want to know.
Where's our Sandra?
Can I have a bit of service?
I've been robbed!
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
No need for that. Here's a list
of the stuff that's been nicked.
We'll need a statement.
A statement?!
You want to get him caught.
It was that flaming Be-Ro Man!
Really? You're not his usual type.
Yeah. He normally goes
for young women.
What the heck, Claude,
this is quite a haul.
You sure it was him?
Well, of course I'm sure
and I want him caught!
You're flaming useless, you lot!
Claude. We have more important
things on at the moment.
Like what's running
in the 2.30 at Ripon?!
There's been a fatal
accident up on the Moor.
Two lasses in a green
death-trap sports car.
But I were with 'em only
about two hours ago.
They're having a picnic up
at my place wi' that Jason.
Right. Okay, thanks, Alf.
Rowan.
Unblemished. No scars, no unusual
birthmarks, they could be twins.
Now you said the girl who was
driving the car was wearing a hat.
- Is it this one?
- Yeah, that belongs to Paula Clegg.
She's the one with the driving
licence. It was her car.
Did you managed
to see the surgeon?
The stomach contents show
the girl was highly intoxicated.
What, the picnic plonk?
Cannabis, sarge.
Cannabis?
Didn't think I'd mention it yet.
No, I wouldn't.
Now, I've spoken to Alf.
Greengrass saw the girls
picnicking with that Jason
just before they
set off in the car.
Tell Bellamy to pick him up.
CHILDREN SHOUTING
GIGGLING
Hey, come on, steady
up, love. Come on.
Do they belong to your
daughter, Mr. Clegg?
Aye, they're Paula's.
She loved this hat.
And it is her car?
Yeah. I bought it when her
A-Level results come through.
She were a damn good little driver.
I'm afraid I have to ask you to
come and identify the body.
They're always swapping clothes, Bill!
You know they were.
Hey, June.
You couldn't tell 'em
apart half the time.
You know what
young girls are like.
Besides, this isn't our Paula's.
She wouldn't be seen
She'd never wear a
cheap thing like that!
She's not dead.
I know she's not dead.
It's possible.
Well, in that case
we'll just have to wait
till the dental
records come through.
I'll uh, I'll try and
speed 'em up a bit, sarge.
I'm not waiting for that!
I'll identify her now.
No, I wouldn't do that, Mr. Clegg.
Not until it's absolutely necessary.
Bill.
Bill
Where the devil are these dental
records? We can't go on like this.
What are you gawping at?
Nowt much.
What's that supposed to mean?
We know all about you.
Paula used to tell us, didn't she, love.
She was right at home with us.
Aye, well she was easily led.
We never had a bit of
bother wi' our Sandra
till she met that
wild lass of yours!
I'll not have some stucked-up jerry
builder slagging my daughter off!
All right, all right.
I just like you to know we're doing
our best to resolve a very difficult
It's not enough!
Take me to t'mortuary now.
Can't you see this waiting's
driving us all round t'bend?
Very well, sir.
Follow me.
Look at her.
She's dressed for a bloomin'
holiday, not hospital.
She's always the same.
I thought you'd never
met the Cleggs?
Paula used to take her off.
Their own daughter,
laughing at 'em.
We're sorry for them, of course.
Sandra's our only child.
Well, it's not her that's dead.
Look, Tom, Mary
we don't know anything
for certain yet.
But he's gone to identify
the driver of the car.
Well, that's that, then.
Our Sandra's only had a provisional
licence a couple of months.
There's no way she'd
be driving that car.
He's back, poor devil.
Think I should say we're sorry?
Just a minute, Tom.
She's smiling.
Well, it's Sandra Gordon.
I'd best break the news.
I'm very sorry.
Poor Tom and Mary.
How do you get over
something like that?
You don't. You just
learn to live with it.
I suppose so.
But this should never have happened.
Someone got those girls stoned.
I think I know who's responsible.
TELEVISION DRONES
CAR DOOR SHUTS OUTSIDE
Oh, no you don't!
Oh!
Ah! Ow!
MUFFLED: Nick! Help! Nick!
Ooh!
Police.
"Caller?"
What's happened?
It was Be-Ro Man.
"Are you there, caller?"
Hello. Yeah, it's all right.
The police are here now.
Yeah, okay.
He was
watching telly.
Sitting here in my flat.
I don't know what
things are coming to.
Mr. Greengrass getting robbed,
now Maggie.
Anything could have
happened to her, Nick.
I thought I saw Be-Ro Man
myself this afternoon.
It's two little girls
playing a game.
Sent quite a chill through me.
- He was at that crash.
- What do you mean?
He was dancing on top of a hill.
As if he'd seen it coming,
some sort of weird ritual.
Nick. It's records for you.
Hello?
Paula Clegg's regained consciousness.
Let's get to the hospital.
- Come on, Rowan.
- Hang on, sarge.
Right. He has been a
busy lad, hasn't he?
Alright. Thanks, bye.
Guess what, sarge?
Enlighten me.
Jason Brown, the bloke
staying up at Greengrass's,
got three drugs convictions.
And a back yard in Catford
full of cannabis plants.
Oh, no wonder he's
headed up north!
And he's not a rock legend,
he's a pastry cook.
(SNIGGERS)
Alright Bellamy, find our wandering
minstrel and bring him in.
And look a bit harder this time!
Sarge.
Where the heck have you been?
Around.
Just come to say farewell.
Time I was hitting the road, man.
I'm sorry to have to bring it up,
but you owe me a bit of rent.
You don't think I'd
split without paying?
That hurts.
Two, three
and one for the road.
I'm going to miss you. Man.
So you're with Jason Brown
shortly before the crash?
We just had a picnic at his place.
- Did he give you any drugs?
- No.
You know he's been
a pusher for years.
Jason's a dreamer, he's harmless.
Leave it for now, Rowan.
Just a couple more questions, sarge.
Where would you normally
get your drugs from, Paula?
The Laguna Club.
There's a load of pushers there.
Sergeant, there's a PC
Ventress on the phone.
He says it's urgent.
So what did you take
before you left yesterday?
Nothing! I swear, we hadn't
dropped an Aspro, honest.
Constable, I must insist you go now.
You must have taken something.
We had a picnic, then
Sandra jumped in the car.
She was like that.
Impulsive.
She asked if she could drive.
"Bit of practice" she said.
It's my fault, isn't it?
I killed my best friend.
(Rowan.)
(SOBS)
Thanks, Paula.
Sister.
Oh, Bellamy's located Jason Brown.
He's back at Greengrass's.
Observation.
Alf, I reckon I should
go in and get him.
He's ready for the off,
I'm telling you!
"Cavalry on its way."
Well, they'd better not be long.
Alf. We've got developments.
She's got to be covering
for him, sarge.
Where have you been, Blakeston?
The name is Blaketon, sir.
We've just been to ask your
daughter a few questions.
She's in no fit state to be interviewed!
You're not human, you coppers.
Your daughter could
still be facing a charge
Don't talk garbage, man!
She allowed Sandra to drive.
17 years old without
L plates or insurance.
Is that all you've got?
A miserable Road Traffic Offence?
Can I remind you, Mr. Clegg,
that Sandra Gordon died
as a result of all this.
Mrs. Clegg,
do you know Jason Brown?
Yes, I do.
He asked permission to
see our Paula this morning.
LAUGHTER
Any luck, Rowan?
No, not really, sarge.
Oh, thank you, Rowan.
I'm afraid Be-Ro flour's
not an illegal substance.
Whatever they're
on is though, sarge.
Oh, let's find out, shall we?
RAUCOUS SINGING OF "Z-CARS" THEME
All right, all right.
That's enough.
Tanked up a bit early, aren't we?
Just having a good time, man.
Did you get these
kids stoned, Jason?
How did you get to be
such a Boy Scout, man?
Search Mr. Brown, Rowan.
You'll have to empty
your pockets, I'm afraid.
We have reason to believe you may
be carrying certain substances.
Phil.
What's that? Pot?
No, sarge.
Leave him alone!
Cool it, Pete. I'm clean.
I'd like to ask you a few questions
down at the station
if you've no objections.
My pleasure, man.
Bellamy, take him.
You want to come this way. Man.
ALL: We gotta
get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out
of this place ♪
Yeah, alright, I was with
'em before the crash.
We had a picnic.
No law against that.
They were both intoxicated.
White wine.
We had a couple o' glasses each.
Look, you got nothing on me.
Mind if I smoke?
Yes.
Not nervous, are you?
You must be used to this by now.
I'm no criminal, man. All I'm trying
to do is live free and die happy.
Like Sandra Gordon?
That's not down to me.
Did Paula say I'd given 'em dope?
Nah.
You got nothing on me.
Who the devil's made that?
- Um.
BARKING
Here boy. Hm, come on.
Have some. Have some.
Come on, there you are.
Hey, good boy.
Well, I'll be on my way then, lads.
Thanks for the hospitality.
Think about decorating, though,
or you'll only get passing trade.
Ta-ra.
JAUNTY HARMONICA PLAYING
Well, back to square one, Rowan.
If he's clean, where
do we go from here?
What's up?
I think we might have
searched the wrong place.
Hello, Maggie.
You're out in force?
Where you up to?
I've a dressing on a
gangrenous leg to do,
then back down to Flax's farm again,
check on the old man's hand.
- Well, you take care.
- See ye.
(SLURRING) Well, what I'm saying is,
and I mean this very sincerely
is that
you know what I mean?
Go with the flow, man.
Ah, she's a lovely woman.
This this is beautiful
Farewell cake, Dad.
Yeah, farewell. Goodbye.
Wharrabout the uh
greenhouse stuff?
It's all yours.
So long, Dad.
Oh no, I'm not Dad!
I'll keep a welcome in the 'illsides.
Looks like we got here just in time.
Rowan, check the greenhouse.
Ventress, Bellamy, round the back.
It's the local fuzz again.
Local fuzz? I bet three of
'em come along at once!
Having a party in here, are we?
We've got a search warrant, Greengrass.
Help yourselves. I've nothing
to declare except my genius.
We'll see about that.
I was just leaving anyway.
You're not going anywhere,
not till we've search this house,
like the proverbial dose of salts!
Now, sit down!
- You find anything, Rowan?
- A few tomato plants, sarge.
Well, you and Bellamy upstairs.
Ventress, keep an eye
on our genial host.
A host of golden daffodils!
He's not genial, sarge, he's high
as a kite. You've eaten this?
Thank you very much!
This hash cake, Jason, picnic fare?
Nothing to do with me.
Ventress, watch 'em.
And that cake!
C'mon, Rowan.
Mend the bed while you're up there!
Hello, sailor!
You're on the slippery slope, Claude.
Whoops-a-daisy!
There's a car.
It's that bloomin' nurse again.
Nothing. But at least
we've got the cake.
Bring it up. Bring it up.
- Ventress? What are you doing?
- Sarge.
- What?
- About the cake
- What about the cake?
- Alfred's just eaten it.
Come on, bring it up.
But it's evidence!
Well, I'll be on me way then.
I'll take that.
Hang on. Hang on, hang on.
What've you got in there then?
Nothing.
Let's have a look, shall we?
You like The Who, Jason?
I think I'll do a Pete Townsend.
Oh no, man, don't smash me guitar!
Well, well, well.
And what have we here?
Okay, sunshine, you're nicked.
Bellamy, take him out.
CLOCK CHIMES
- Claude?
- What?
Where did you get that clock from?
What clock?
That clock is from Flax's Farm.
Did you nick it?
Nah nah. Jack Flax's lass.
Jack Flax
Jack Flax's daughter
Marion?
Yeah, you know, she like
brings me things.
Where are you off to, Rowan?
Flax's Farm, sarge.
Maggie Bolton's on her way up there.
Hello? Mrs. Flax?
Mrs. Flax!
Hello! It's Maggie.
Keep away from me!
Who are you?
What do you want?
You're frightening me.
Please
- You in there, Maggie?
- Nick!
That's far enough. Got him!
Leave it, Mr. Flax.
I've a mind to let some
daylight into him and all.
Step aside, PC Rowan!
You don't want to
do that, Mr. Flax.
Don't I? I'm just about
sick o' the likes of him.
Vandals, scum, blasted heathens!
Gerrout o' t'way, I tell ye!
You're a God-fearing man.
Now put the gun down.
Take his mask off then!
Let's see his cowardly face.
Go on, Marion, take it off.
Marion. Why?
I want things too!
It's all passing me by.
Everyone's having a good
time and are friends but me!
I wanted her to be my friend.
I want a life!
And I'm not sorry!
You needn't look at me like that.
I might as well be in a
real prison as this one!
So what do you think
will happen to her?
Oh, I don't think she will
be treated too harshly.
They'll probably take the view
she needs help, not punishment.
I hope so.
Nick.
Thanks.
I've come for me stuff.
Good morning, Greengrass.
You sleep all right
last night, Claude?
I've never had
nightmares like 'em.
Put you off choccie cakes
for a while then?
Ah, Greengrass.
And how are you
feeling this fine morning?
I'm not a well man,
and Alfred's been howling all night.
I think he's in need
of psychiatric help.
- Well, c'mon, where's me things?
- What things?
The stuff that was nicked.
Watches and that. I gave you a list.
- How about this?
- I'm not in the mood.
Now, come on lads.
Stop messing about.
I believe there is one item we've
got that belongs to Mr Greengrass.
- Ventress!
- Yes, sarge.
It's all yours, Greengrass.
And I hope in the future
you'll think twice
before dabbling in
illegal substances.
That's what I call a good result.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪