Heartbeat (1992) s06e06 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? ♪
- You all right?
- Yeah, fine.
Come on then,
I'll race you to the top.
Just the thing to wake
you up on the morning.
I prefer a cup of tea and
read the paper first thing.
You old stick-in-the-mud!
Oh, looks like we've got visitors.
No, they're just leaving.
They've been here for
the last couple of days.
Come on, we'd better get back.
Please look after it,
Mr. Greengrass.
It has been in my family
for a very long time.
A bit mucky though, ain't it?
I'm sorry, I did not think.
Now
Hey, hey, you lads. Leave them
chickens alone, will you?!
Hey, how many times you want
telling leave them alone!
I'm sorry. Stefan, Stefan,
into the caravan, huh.
Into the caravan.
Hey, it's Constantin.
He cannot hear.
What? Oh, yeah.
I'll give you a fiver.
Yesterday, you said
it was five guineas.
Did I? Had I been drinking?
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, all right, go on, then.
Here, five guineas.
Thank you. Thank you.
You will find tea from
the samovar very good.
Really?
I really enjoyed that.
We should go riding more often.
Okay, we will.
Look, um I'd better get off.
What's the hurry?
Blaketon on the warpath?
No, I want to get in early.
I want to ask him about something.
Oh? Is it private?
No. No, not really.
I was thinking about what
you said, about promotion.
I can't just settle for being
a humble constable,
if you're planning on becoming
a high-flying head teacher.
See you, then.
How's that, Mum?
It looks marvellous, Susan.
I hope that Michael Harvey's not
taking advantage of your good nature.
He's allowed to be happy
for one day, isn't he?
Of course.
Well, I must get off to school.
When I get back,
I expect this kitchen to be
exactly liked I left it last night.
- Tidy.
- Yes, Mum.
You're out early this morning.
Anything serious?
No, no. Went riding with Jo.
You must be keen.
Where did you go?
Just up on the moors.
Good book?
Lateral thinking.
Apparently, it's all the rage.
Solving problems by looking
at them from different angles
rather than head on.
Sounds a bit heavy to me.
No, it's very interesting.
I think it's called 'heuristic'.
Alright. Well, I'd best be off.
- See you later.
- Bye, darling.
I don't know why you
persist in doing this.
It's a pointless exercise.
Don't say that, Michael.
Well, it is.
My birthday treat.
About the only pleasure I have left.
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
Susie and Ronnie are
planning a surprise party.
They think I don't know about it.
Whisky doesn't help,
not with the medication you're on.
Look, it's the last
birthday I'm gonna have.
So I'm going to make
damn sure I enjoy it.
Anyway,
I have a surprise to announce.
So I'll need all the Dutch
courage I can get.
Sounds intriguing.
Are you going to let me in on it?
Not yet.
Well, I hope it all
goes well for you.
What do you think
about my son, Maggie?
- I'm sorry?
- Ronnie. Do you like him?
Well, er yes.
You could do a lot
worse than marry him.
He'll be well off.
He needs a woman like
you to keep him right.
Shouldn't love come
into it somewhere?
I suppose so.
I just worry about him, Maggie.
What he'll do when I'm gone.
Ronnie, they're for the party.
Delicious.
You've got crumbs
all over your face.
Go on, then.
Why won't you come away with me?
Because your father needs me.
I need you.
Anyway, you'll be
going to college soon,
so you'll have to find
somebody else then.
I know you want to be with me.
I've told you, no, I can't.
What would I tell Mum?
Anything you like.
I just want to be with you.
I know you feel the same.
DOOR SHUTS
Mm, something smells good.
- Apple pie.
- How's Dad?
As well as can be expected.
The doctor told me that his heart's
isn't getting any stronger.
How long has he got?
I can't really answer that, Ronnie.
BARKS
Shut up, will you? Shut up!
Come on. Come on. Come on.
What are you two doing back here?
I thought you left with your dad?
He left without us.
Then you'd better go and
find him then, haven't you?
Please can you help us?
Help you? I'm too busy!
I can't go traipsing over the moors
Hang on, I'll get my coat.
What makes you think you're
sergeant material, Rowan?
Well, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about, sarge.
I thought you could
give me some advice.
There's more to being a sergeant
than sitting an exam.
It's about attitude, experience
- Yes, sarge.
- Dedication, discipline.
It's not just as easy
as all that, you know.
What are you aiming for,
eventually?
Well, I'm not sure, yet.
Taking one step at a time, are we?
Yes, sarge.
Well, I think you should do it.
But I can't give you any days off.
You'll have to study
in your own time.
Been reading up on lateral
thinking, have you, sarge?
Not any more.
I can't understand it,
nor tail of it.
Heuristic, isn't it?
That's the way of looking at
problems from different angles.
Oh, aye, yes.
Well, I never thought there was
anything wrong with the normal way.
Now, you realise, I can't release
you for any promotion classes
if you're needed here.
Understood, sarge. Thank you.
Don't mention it, Rowan.
Don't mention it.
- They're going to cause chaos!
- They're only kids.
Right, I'll leave you with 'em.
- But they can't stay here.
- They'll be all right.
Mr. Greengrass, I can't
possibly have them.
Well, I can't have
'em, either, can I?
Well, you'll have to take
them to the police station.
I can't go traipsing all
the way over to Ashfordly.
I mean, I get off.
I got will you get off!
- Get off!
- It looks like you've found a friend.
If he keeps this up,
he'll have found an enemy.
You ask him.
Well, are you going
to tell us or not?
What?
What was going on in there?
It's private.
I knew I should have
put my ear to the door.
Well, if you must know, I was asking
about taking my sergeant's exams.
Oh, is that all?
Oh, you should have said.
I'd give you a hand.
Alf! You haven't taken
your sergeant's exams!
No, but I've read
enough of the books.
Here, any problems,
give us a shout.
- Thanks, Alf.
BELL RINGS
Oh! Can I help you, madam?
Oh, I hope so. You must!
He went out yesterday afternoon
and I haven't seen him since.
Poor Stewart.
Have you any idea where he
might have gone, Mrs. er?
Forrest. I've looked everywhere.
He never stops out all night.
So I know something
terrible's happened to him.
Well, is there someone at home,
waiting for him?
We live alone.
Oh, I see.
Well, we better get some details.
- It's Stewart, did you say?
- That's right.
Stewart Forrest.
Granger.
Granger?
I presume we're not talking
about Stewart Granger,
the star of Scaramouche
and The Man In Grey?
Oh, wasn't he good in that?
Oh, yes. Mrs. Ventress
and I enjoyed that one.
- I've always liked him.
(MUFFLED GIGGLE)
Right Miss Weston.
I'll leave them with you.
You'll have to speak
to Mrs. Watkins first.
Their dad's name's Michael.
But he sounds a bit foreign.
You can't miss him, though.
He's dark, with a beard and a caravan.
He'll be back as soon as
he realized they're missing.
But, Mr. Greengrass!
Who we've got here?
This is well, I'm not too sure.
Mr. Greengrass just
dropped them off.
Miss Weston, what is going on?
So, how long do you
think it's going to be?
Well, it's a couple of
days work, at least.
A couple of days!
I can't be without a vehicle.
You can borrow that one over there.
Keys are in it.
Thanks, Bernie. Bye.
Now, Mag, fancy a cup of tea?
'Ey up, Bernie.
What do you make of this?
I don't need a chamber pot,
thank you, Claude.
What are you talking about,
it's a samovar.
It's what Russians
use for making tea.
I prefer my tea the English way.
It's not for use!
It's a collector's piece.
It's for buying and selling.
Lad who sold it to me
reckoned it's worth
Well, he said it's
over 100 years old.
Look, I'm a bit busy, Claude.
Did you want me for something?
Have you got owt I can
use to clean the top of it?
I might have something.
I'll put you on a
drink when I sell it.
But it won't be tea. Come on.
Careful how you go.
Bulb needs replacing.
SMASH
I did tell you.
Nearly dropped the flaming samovar.
(PUFFS AND PANTS)
By 'eck Bernie, I never realised
you did this sort of thing.
What sort of thing?
Bit like that film, in't it?
What film?
You know, that madman in
the hotel with the knife
who kept his stuffed
mother in the cellar.
That very good though.
I tell you, I'm very impressed.
I never realised you
were so talented.
Thank you. Here you are.
This should do the trick.
- Maybe I could manage a weekend.
- Great.
Two days, at the most.
- I knew you'd change your mind!
- Did you now.
How could you resist me?
Good looking, soon to be very rich.
Don't talk like that.
I'm doing this because of
the way I feel about you.
I'm not interested in your money.
Sorry. I'm only teasing.
- So where are they now?
- In Mrs. Watkins' office.
Well, I'd better take a
look at them, I suppose.
How did it go with Sgt Blaketon?
Well, he says he can't give
me any time off to study.
He can only release me for promotion
classes if we're not busy.
Sounds like he's frightened
of the competition.
Billy, will you stop that!
When you've got a
minute, constable,
there are two boys here
I'd like you to meet.
Certainly, Mrs. Watkins.
What's the matter, Mrs. Forrest?
Oh, thank goodness,
it's you, Mr. Greengrass!
Why, what's up?
It's Stewart. He's on the bed
in the spare room, dead!
- Stewart? Stewart who?
- Stewart Granger.
Are you on some sort of tablets?
Come on.
They can stay until the
end of school, Mr. Rowan,
but after that,
much as I like to help
Don't worry,
I'll sort something out.
They can come home
with me after school.
Their father's bound to come back
for them sooner or later, isn't he.
(SNIFFLING)
There he is.
Poor Stewart.
Oh, it's your cat.
What do you want me to do, Ida?
Could you bury him for me?
(SOBS)
Don't cry, love.
You'll soon find another cat.
There'll never be
another one like him.
I don't know what
I'll do without him.
Hey, hey, I've just had an idea.
I've got a friend.
If you let me have
him for a few days
I'll bring him back,
he'll be as good as new.
It's a bit late for that.
Rigor mortis has set in.
Yes, but you just leave it to me.
Of course, he won't
do it for nothing.
I mean, there has
to be a little charge.
- How much?
- It won't come to a lot. Five pounds.
- Go on, Dad, you can do it.
- Make a wish first.
I don't see the point, do you?
I'm sorry, Susan.
Of course I should make a wish.
Done.
What did you wish for?
That would be telling, son.
Get another bottle of wine, Ronnie.
LOUD KNOCKING AT DOOR
They said, in the village,
I should come here.
Mr. Greengrass. He's not there.
I don't know what to do!
Come in, come in.
What's the problem?
My children! They are missing!
They were in the caravan.
When I stopped and looked,
they are gone!
- You're Mikhail?
- Yeah, yeah.
Stephan and Constantine are safe.
Oh, thank God!
They're with the school teacher.
- Thank you.
- I'll show you.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
I am very grateful.
I give you gift.
No, that won't be necessary.
I thought I had lost my boys.
No, they're fine.
They're in very good hands.
Susie.
Sit down for a moment, please.
I'll just get the cake.
If you please, forget about the cake.
This is important.
You've been very good to me
over the last few months.
I've not been easy to
work for, or live with.
But I'm glad you've
been here for me.
It's been my pleasure.
No, the pleasure's been all mine.
I look forward to seeing
you in the morning
and I'm always sad
when you leave at night.
I'd
like you to have this.
Michael, I
Susie, I haven't long to go,
but if you would agree to it
I'd like you to be my wife.
I thought another
red would be fine.
- What's going on?
- I've asked Susan to be my wife.
You what?
Is this some kind of sick joke?
No joke. What do you say, Susan?
I I
This is ridiculous, Dad!
You're old enough to be her grandfather.
You really have lost your mind.
- I don't think so.
- Yes, you have.
- Don't say that, Ronnie.
- What did you do, lead him on?
No.
I don't know what I'll
do without you, Suzie.
- You've scored a hit there.
- Stop it! Stop it!
Let's have your answer.
Let her go.
- I can't let her go like that!
- She's walked out.
- She's not interested.
- You don't know that.
I do. Cause you're a drunken fool
and she's in love with me.
Shut up, liar!
Let go. Let go!
SCREECH OF TYRES
Nick, I need some help!
There's been a terrible accident!
Where are you, Maggie?
Alright. I'll be there straightaway.
Is Maggie all right?
I'm not sure. There's been an
accident on the Ashfordly Road.
Maggie, what happened?
It was awful, Nick.
She was just there, in the road.
Who's that?
Susan Watkins.
Whose is that car?
Um mine.
Bernie lent it to me.
The Land Rover's in for repairs.
Just tell me exactly what happened.
Some idiot forced me
off the road back there.
Blinded me with his lights and then
suddenly, there was Susan,
lying on the road.
What are you doing?
Seeing if there's any
paint samples for forensics.
You don't think I did it, do you?
I didn't knock her down, Nick.
You have to believe me.
It's the truth!
- What are you doing?
- What do you think?
You look terrible.
I'm fine.
I feel dreadful.
Give me a hand.
It's not fair to leave this
mess for Susie to clear up.
Hand me those plates.
I don't think Susan will
be coming in tonight.
- Why not?
- After what happened last night?
Don't you remember anything?
I remember I proposed to her.
And the rest.
What about the rest?
I tell you Mr. Greengrass.
My heart stopped beating when
I found the boys had gone.
I'm not surprised.
I cannot thank you
enough for what you did.
Ah, it's all right.
If I can help somebody
Thank you so much.
Thank you.
Not at all.
- You've cleaned it up.
- Looks nice now, don't it?
I cannot do this, Mr. Greengrass.
I must give you back your money.
Aye, that's all right, son.
But it is not fair.
It's all right as far
as I'm concerned.
- But Mr. Greengrass
- Hey. It's stopping with me.
As you wish.
May you find peace and
prosperity, Mr. Greengrass.
Well, I don't know
about the peace,
but I won't mind a
bit of prosperity!
What's the latest on
Susan Watkins, Ventress?
Uh, no sign of her coming
out of the coma, sarge.
What about the car
Nurse Bolton was driving?
- Have you heard from forensics, Rowan?
- Not yet, no.
Well, until it's clear,
she's still a suspect.
- Yeah, but sarge
- Never mind "but sarge".
She couldn't identify the car that
she claimed forced her off the road
or the driver and her
vehicle is damaged.
I checked the road where she claims
she went off and it fits with her story.
But she was unfamiliar with
the car that she was driving.
She could easily have
spun out of control
and knocked Susan
Watkins over that way.
And what about this mysterious
car that she said she saw?
Have you checked all
the garages, Bellamy?
Any recent panel beating jobs?
Found nothing yet, sarge.
Well, asked again.
I want this sorted out, fast.
Off you go, Alan, you're all right.
And stop biting your nails.
- Hello, Billy. How are you?
- All right.
Alright, I'm just going to
check through your hair.
- Where's Mrs. Watkins?
- Um she's not in today.
You knocked her daughter
down in your car.
No, I didn't, Billy.
Who told you I did?
- I can't remember.
- Well, I didn't do it.
That's what I said.
I told them that you're
too nice to do that.
- Have I got nits?
- No.
Go on, Billy, back to class.
Is that what people
are saying about me?
It's only gossip, Maggie.
Don't let it get you down.
You know what children are like.
This is awful, Jo.
When I saw Susan,
I stopped and called an ambulance.
Now everyone thinks I did it.
I'm sure they don't.
And they'll soon know the truth.
You mustn't worry.
It's so unfair.
Susan had everything
to look forward to.
Some idiot out there just drove into
her and put an end to all her dreams.
You mustn't give up hope.
She was going to go to teacher
training college, you know.
She wanted to be a teacher
ever since she was little.
I'm so proud of you.
Now, the accident occurred about
half past seven, Mrs. Watkins.
Is that the time Susan
always set off home?
No, she was usually home earlier.
It was Mr. Harvey's birthday.
They were having a party for him.
Does she get on well
with the Harveys?
As far as I know, yes.
Mr. Harvey depends on her.
He has blackouts.
She's more of a nurse than
a housekeeper, these days.
Or she was.
Did she say she was
going to meet anyone?
Like who?
Girlfriend, boyfriend?
She didn't have a boyfriend.
No, she didn't say anything.
It was a typical morning.
I set off for school,
she cycled to the Harveys'.
'Ey up, Bernie.
I've brought your
cleaning stuff back.
Hey, you need sunglasses
to look at that samovar now.
That gypsy tried to buy it back.
I've got a job for you.
- Oh, yes?
- It's a stuffing job. It's in here.
Belonged to that Ida Forrest.
I can't do anything with that!
Course you can!
Bag yourself with just a
little bit of imagination
- you'll have it done in no time.
- I can't!
Come on, look, I've promised her.
Look, I tell you what.
She's paying me five quid.
I'll split it with you.
Well, actually
And when you do it,
just try and tart him up a bit.
Cause she called him
Stewart Granger,
but at the moment, he looks
a bit more like Bela Lugosi!
I can't believe it. Not Susie.
Will she be all right?
Oh, they don't know.
She's still in a coma.
She might come round.
Could happen, couldn't it?
She might not die.
It's possible.
If she does, will she be affected?
You know, her head.
It's too early to say.
How could anyone just leave
her on the road like that?
Don't upset yourself, Dad.
That's what we're
trying to find out, sir.
It must have happened
shortly after she left here.
It's all my fault. We thought
she didn't come here today
because of last night.
Why, what happened last night?
I proposed to her. And she
ran off.
My father went after her,
but he only got to the end of
the drive when he blacked out.
I'd had quite a lot of whisky.
My medication sometimes
rebels against it.
He has quite powerful pills.
They just knock him out.
I keep warning him.
When she left,
did she take her bicycle?
I don't know.
Do you know, Ronnie?
I suppose she did,
but I didn't see her go.
She'd already gone by
the time I got to Dad.
Do you mind if I take
a look around outside?
Check if it's still here.
Visiting is two till three
if you want to see Susan.
We wouldn't want to get
in the way of her family.
Maybe later.
Right. Well, I'll see myself out.
I wish I could remember.
Why can't I remember?
Jersey Tuesday:
DONOVAN
In a tiny piece of coloured glass
My love was born
And reds and golds and yellows
Were the colours in the dawn
Night brought on its purple cloak
Of velvet to the sky
And the gulls were
wheeling, spinning
On Jersey Thursday ♪
Mrs. Watkins.
Janet.
I'm so sorry about
Janet?
I've just come from seeing Susan.
She's lying there,
in a coma, Mrs. Bolton.
Did you really see another car?
Yes!
Then why haven't they found it?
Susan was already in the
road when I found her.
I don't know how you
can live with yourself.
Janet!
You all right, Dad?
I was having a nightmare,
that's all.
I can't get rid of the thought
of Susan lying in that road.
Try to sleep, Dad.
You must get some rest.
In a tiny piece of coloured glass
My love was born
And reds and golds and yellows
Were the colours in the dawn
Night brought on its purple cloak
Of velvet to the sky
And the gulls were
wheeling, spinning
On Jersey Thursday ♪
I've made some toast.
I'm not hungry.
- You have to eat.
- I can't.
I thought I'd visit
Susan this morning.
I don't think that's a good idea.
A familiar voice might be
enough to bring her round.
Will you come with me?
I can't face seeing her like that.
Can't you leave her
alone for five minutes?
How do you know Susan Watkins
left her house on her bike?
Well, I can't know for sure, sarge,
but she was in a hurry.
It hardly made sense for her to walk.
And there was no sign of
the bike at the Harveys'.
Nor the scene of the accident.
Which means whoever knocked
her over took it with him.
Which leaves Maggie
Bolton in the clear.
Not necessarily.
- She could have dumped it anywhere
- It's hardly likely.
But it's possible.
So, if I were you,
I'd search that road for
two miles in both directions.
- I already have.
- So where is it?
What do you call it, Claude?
It's a samovar.
Russians use them for making tea.
So what are you
going to do, sell it?
Ah, when I've had
it properly valued.
It might looks nice
on the bar, ain't it?
I might sell it to George.
Don't do that!
I'd have to polish it.
We'll stick to the kettle.
You know your trouble, don't you?
You've got no sense of adventure.
I wouldn't say that.
I live with Uncle George.
(CHUCKLES)
Give me a Scotch.
Have you heard anything about
the car Maggie was driving?
No, not yet.
Come on, eat it up.
She will be able to clear
her name, won't she?
Yeah, I'm sure she will.
Do you know much
about the Harveys?
Oh! I don't move in the same circles.
Rita says they've got more money
than they know what to do with.
Why? They're involved?
Well no, not on the face of it.
There's just something not quite right.
But you can't find any evidence?
No. I've checked both their cars.
Not a scratch on either of them.
Maybe you're looking
at it the wrong way.
How do you mean?
Well, you're looking at their cars,
wondering why they aren't marked.
Perhaps you should be wondering
where the marks are.
But both cars are clean.
But they could be on another car.
There's nothing to stop them
having more than two.
Yeah, that's a point.
Yeah, thanks, Eileen,
you're a genius.
No, it's just lateral thinking.
Who do you think you are,
Bellamy? Bobby Charlton?
Who?
Has the Susan Watkin's
bike been found yet?
Not yet, sarge.
Sarge, I've been on to the
tax office in North Hampton.
Michael Harvey has three
cars registered in his name.
A Humber Sceptre, an MGA
and a Triumph 2000.
So?
So when I checked the garage,
there was no sign of the Triumph.
Well, get over there, find out
what they've done with it.
Yes, madam. May I help you?
I'd like to speak to
Constable Rowan, please.
Hello, Mrs. Watkins.
How's Susan?
No change, I'm afraid.
When you asked me the other
day about Susan and boyfriends,
I told you she didn't have any.
It looks like I was
wrong about that.
They're all like that, begging
her to go away with him.
Why would she keep them if
they had no meaning for her?
- Sarge?
- Ya?
Mrs. Watkins.
Got some letters here, to Susan.
They're all signed, 'Love, Ronnie.'
Ronnie Harvey?
- Hello, Maggie.
- Hello.
We've got the test back from
forensics. You're in the clear.
Thank goodness.
Well, I never suspected you, anyway.
You acted like you did.
Well, I had to take those tests on
the car, Maggie. It's procedure.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
I'm so relieved.
Well, I'll make sure the
gossips get to hear about that.
Oh, so will I.
- See you, then.
- Bye.
- Afternoon, Mr. Harvey.
- Constable?
Just a few questions I need to ask.
I don't want my father worried.
Oh, that's alright.
It's you I want to speak to.
I'd rather we did it at the station.
Hi, Bernie!
Fine job I made of this, eh?
Beautiful, in't it?
I'm taking it to have it valued.
Yeah, best of luck.
How's Stewart Granger coming on?
I haven't had a chance
to look at him yet.
But she keeps asking about it.
I've actually told her
that you've done it.
But you can't put a deadline
on a work of art.
She'll have it when it's finished.
All right, do your best.
Slow down, Bess.
I can't do this any more.
Bess!
Come out of there!
At once!
FRANTIC BARKING
And so I search within
this lonely place
- Bess, out!
- Knowing that I
Won't find her ♪
Have you been to see
Susan in hospital yet?
No.
Well, that's not very impressive
for someone who loved her
as much as you claimed to.
I don't know what you mean.
- You don't deny it, do you?
- Of course I do.
So, these weren't
written by you, then?
I wrote them, yes.
A long time ago.
Not a crime, is it?
No. No, why didn't
you say anything?
I was just fooling around.
She knew that.
She didn't take it seriously.
You obviously felt
something for her.
I liked her.
I mean, I like her, yes.
So it must have come as a bit of a shock
when your father proposed to her.
Yes.
I don't understand.
Am I under arrest?
No, no, you're free to leave
any time, Mr. Harvey.
Just thought you might like
to help us with our enquiries.
Look. Susan and I
were seeing each other.
But we didn't want to upset my father.
He's very fond of her.
You know how ill he is.
So it wasn't that much of a shock
when he proposed to her.
You knew how he felt about her.
Yes. No, I don't know.
You're confusing me.
I'd like to go now.
Where's the car, Ronnie?
- What car?
- The Triumph 2000.
Yes, sir. What can I do for you?
I have a confession to make.
I followed her in the car,
after she left the house.
It was foggy,
and I couldn't see very well.
I felt a bump.
You collided with her?
Poor Susan.
What have I done?
And after which, you went back
home and put the car in the barn?
- Yes.
- On your own?
Yes.
- No-one helped you?
- No.
Why didn't you call
for an ambulance?
I must have blacked out.
You're not sure?
I told you. I blacked out.
Why so many questions?
I did it.
And I'm not denying it.
Why don't you just accept that?
What did you do with the bicycle?
Bicycle?
I can't remember.
I've just told you.
My father sold it.
- When?
- I don't know.
He just told me that he did.
I don't remember the exact date.
Can your father confirm this?
Why don't you ask him?
- I will.
- Rowan, a word.
- Yeah. Just a minute, sarge.
- Now.
Excuse us.
He was just about to tell
me something, sarge.
It was him, I'm sure it was.
There's been a development.
The father's here.
He's confessed.
He said he was drunk when he
went after the girl in his car.
Knocked her over, panicked,
and then drove home.
So it seems it was an accident.
Ronnie told me his father blacked
out at the end of their drive.
Well, maybe he's covering
up for his father.
Or maybe the other way round.
Michael Harvey doesn't
know his son's here.
What about the missing Triumph?
He told me where it is.
So Michael Harvey's
telling the truth.
Well, he couldn't remember
anything when I spoke to him.
Well, not very much.
Must have come back to him.
- Sarge.
- What?
What, is this the girl's bike?
Well, it looks like it.
He must have picked the bike
up and left the girl on the road.
Why would he have done that?
Well, he's too sloshed most
of the time to think straight.
Maybe Ronnie helped him.
You'll never get him
to never admit that.
Do you want me
to work on Ronnie?
I reckon.
We've found the Triumph, Ronnie.
Where?
Oh, come on.
Under a tarpaulin
in one of your barns.
Anyone could have put it there.
You expect me to believe that?
You said your father sold it.
That's what he told me.
So tell me again what your
father did after Susan left.
He didn't do anything.
He couldn't.
I found him slumped over the
wheel at the bottom of the drive.
He didn't even make it
out onto the main road.
So which car was he driving?
Can't remember.
Was it the Humber? The MGA?
The Triumph? Think.
The Triumph wasn't there.
The Humber, I think.
- You think?
- No, I'm sure.
And you're sure he didn't
drive out onto the road?
Positive.
Well I've got some
news for you, Ronnie.
Your father's here
and he's confessed.
He says he was
driving the Triumph.
So who's lying?
BELL RINGS
I wish to make a complaint.
You've come to the right place.
Oh, did Stewart Granger
ever turn up?
He turned up dead.
Oh, dear. I'm sorry about that.
It's his death I've
come to complain about.
Mr. Greengrass said
he could preserve him.
And I took him at his word.
Well, not the sort of thing you
want to do with Mr. Greengrass.
Did you say, 'preserve'?
I believe that's what he said.
He took Stewart away
and I gave him £5.
Mr. Greengrass told me he's ready,
but he hasn't brought him back.
Well, I tell you what I'll do.
I'll drop round to
Mr. Greengrass tomorrow,
and try to get the
matter cleared up.
Thank you.
I could never get another cat.
Have you ever thought
of keeping a tortoise?
They're much less trouble.
The lad I got it from reckons it's
been in his family for generations.
Ah, from what he said,
it's hundreds and hundreds of years old.
Is it now?
I saw a pair like this ten years ago.
Oh, aye. Small world, in't it?
My grandson brought
them back from abroad,
in his National Service days.
I didn't know our
lads were in Russia.
They weren't.
Well, what do you think?
It's worth, at a guess, two pounds.
And I'm being generous.
Two quid! Don't talk daft.
I paid a fiver for it.
You've been had.
I think I'll go get
a second opinion.
Oh, that's up to you.
Hey, you know you were saying
your lad brought one back
when he were in the army.
Where were he serving?
Hong Kong.
Can I leave now?
When we've finished.
Your father says he knocked Susan down.
But where do you fit in?
Did he tell you when he got home?
No.
Did you help him hide his car?
No, I didn't.
You're lying, Ronnie.
You couldn't have found him in
his car at the end of the drive
because he just confessed.
So what did you do?
Get there too late after he'd
knocked her down, is that it?
Then you drove him home
and put him to bed?
I found him at the
bottom of the drive.
On his way back.
I knew the car had been in an accident
because there was some blood.
But I didn't know who
had been knocked down.
I couldn't get any
sense out of Dad.
So you did put him to
bed and hide the car?
Yes, I knew something
had happened.
Dad can't be put in prison, can he?
Because he's so ill.
That'll be up to the Courts.
Ronnie, what are you doing here?
Whatever he said,
he was only doing it for me.
Dad, what have you done?
I've told them everything.
You were covering up for me.
It's my fault, son.
Just one thing, Ronnie.
You hid the car?
Yes, I've told you.
So you must have
hidden the bike with it.
It was under the tarpaulin with
the car, Ronnie. You hid it.
Yes.
So you must have known Susan
was involved in the accident.
- I suppose so.
- And you did nothing.
Why didn't you call for help?
I didn't think there was any point.
- Why not?
- What are you saying, Ronnie?
I thought she was dead.
I thought she wasn't breathing.
So you were there.
Just tell us what happened.
I was angry with her.
I just wanted to talk to her.
Ask her if she was really
going to marry you.
The car skidded.
There was a terrible bang.
And she just
bounced off the road.
She didn't get up.
Wasn't you, Dad.
It's true, what I said.
I found you at the
bottom of the drive.
I don't believe you.
It's true.
I took you inside.
And then I went
after her in your car.
It was me.
I did it.
Why did you leave her like that?
I didn't know what to do.
I was going to tell you.
When?
When were you going to tell me?
I'm so sorry.
Hi, it's Stewart.
Oh, you've brought
him at last! Come in.
You didn't think I'd let
you down, did you, Ida?
Bring him through.
I think he'll be glad to be home.
Right, then.
(GROANS) Now, then.
It doesn't even look
like Stewart Granger!
Well, he didn't look all that
good in Scaramouche!
(MUTTERS) I'll kill him.
I'm actually looking forward to
Mrs. Watkins coming back to school.
- How is she?
- Much better now.
She's just so relieved
Susan's out of the coma.
Hey, hey Bernie,
I want a word with you.
Did you get a fortune for
your samovar, Claude?
Samovar?
A Russian tea urn.
Gypsy family heirloom.
Did he give you one, too?
Give! No, he certainly did not!
- What did it fetch?
- Nowt but misery, just like 'im.
What did you think you were doing
when you stuffed that cat?!
That Mrs. Forrest nearly
had a flaming heart attack.
I had to give her her money back.
Call yourself a taxidermist!
My father, he was the taxidermist.
I just lent a hand.
What did you do, sweep up sawdust?
Why didn't you tell me that?!
Well, you didn't really
give me the chance.
Well, I'm giving you a chance now.
Get me a large Scotch.
So you've been getting presents
from the gypsies, have you?
Mikhail gave me a samovar
for looking after the kids.
Bit free with his family
heirlooms, isn't he?
Oh I think Greengrass
paid quite a lot for his.
Where to now?
- No school work to mark?
- All done.
Makes a change having you to myself.
I've hardly seen you this week.
I know.
I've been thinking, Nick.
About going away one weekend.
Just you and me.
What do you think?
That sounds like a
very good idea to me.
Let's make it soon, eh?
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪