Heartbeat (1992) s06e11 Episode Script

1
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
BILLY J KRAMER:
Little Children
Little children
You'd better not tell on me
- I've found one!
I'm telling you
Little children
You'd better not tell
what you will see
And if you're good
I'll give you candy
And a quarter
If you're quiet
Like you ought to be
And keep the secret with me
I wish they would go away
Little children
Now why aren't
you playing outside?
I'm asking you
You can't fool me
Cos I'm gonna know if you hide
And try to peep
I'm gonna treat you
To a movie
Stop your giggling
Children, do be nice
Oi!
Like little sugars and spice ♪
Tim?
Tim, are you all right?
Morning, sir.
Inspector Barry.
Is your duty sergeant in?
We're expecting him
back at any moment, sir.
He has an office, presumably?
Yes, sir.
In that case, why don't
you show us to it?
Of course, sir.
Who's he?
PHONE RINGS
Ashfordly Police.
Yeah, he is, Eileen. Hang on.
Hello, Eileen.
I see.
Have they called an ambulance?
Right. On my way.
Harry Fell, Golf Club Steward.
What's happened here?
This lad comes buzzing into the club,
says his pal's had an accident.
So, me and a couple of the
members legged it out here
and found him lying at the
bottom of that gully over there.
What sort of state is he in?
Unconscious.
He's got a nasty head wound.
The boy who reported it,
he say what happened?
- No.
- Any other witnesses?
Apparently not.
So where's the other boy now?
Well, he was here a minute ago.
Would you know his name?
Billy something or other.
And the boy in there?
Erm Timmy,
I think he called him.
Right. Thanks, Mr. Fell.
There you go.
Ta.
There's erm there's not been a chap
in asking about me, has there?
A little fellow, probably
has a dog with him.
- Do you mean him?
- What?
Oh, hiya, Jonty. Like a drink?
- Two pints.
- Give us two pints.
Friends of yours,
are they, Claude?
I wouldn't want them for enemies.
(GROANS IN PAIN)
Are you all right, Claude?
I had some black
pudding for my breakfast.
I think I made a mistake
warming it up again.
Claude!
Ta. Bring the other
one over, will you?
- Now then, Jonty.
- Good to see you, Claude.
You know Bernard, don't you?
No, but I've seen him fight.
Can hardly miss him, can you.
Not a lot of people did actually,
when he were boxing.
That's why his head rattles!
And this is the famous
Green Hornet, is it?
That's her.
You know the form, Claude.
Don't worry, I'll get your bets on,
a long way away from here.
You don't mind if I have a
few bob myself, do you?
Long if that's all you do.
She's taken a lot of stopping
We don't want the betting
messing up tonight now, do we?
No, of course not.
Hey! You're dealing
with a professional.
You can rely on me.
We know we can, Claude.
In fact, we both do,
don't we, Bernard?
I'll say.
WHISTLE
In two neat lines, please.
Quickly, quietly.
Right. Off you go!
In you go.
- Hello.
- Hiya, Nick.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Anyone missing today?
Well, the terrible twins
haven't turned up.
Billy Burke and Timmy Gower.
- Inspector Barry?
- Mm-hm.
- Where's he from?
- Well, he didn't say, sarge.
- Do you know what he wants?
- No, sarge.
- Sergeant Blaketon?
- Yes, sir.
Inspector Barry.
This is Constable Burton.
Do sit down, Sergeant.
Thank you, sir.
You must have heard rumours
that certain amalgamations
between forces are on the cards.
Well, there's always some wild
rumour doing the rounds, sir.
Not so wild in this case, Sergeant.
Really, sir?
Precisely what form these mergers
will take remains to be seen.
But take my word for it, Sergeant.
Changes are on the way.
And are these likely to
affect Ashfordly, sir?
Almost certainly, Sergeant.
Are you in a position to
tell me in what way, sir?
Bit early for that.
I have to wait and see what decisions
our lord and masters reach after
they've had my recommendations.
Your recommendations?
Why we're here, Sergeant Blaketon.
To assess the local
situation and report.
Oh and uh we shall require the
use of an office for the next few days.
Yours seems the most
appropriate, Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
I want to know who's responsible.
We don't know that anyone's
responsible, Mrs. Gower.
All we know is that he
fell and banged his head.
If he wasn't pushed!
Why do you think that?
I don't trust that lad
he goes round with.
- Which one?
- Billy Burke.
I told our Timmy
not to go with him.
- Well, Billy raised the alarm.
- And what does that prove, eh?
Sister Reed speaking.
That would be Timmy Gower, yes.
Can I ask who wants to know, please?
Hello?
Charming.
Hello Sister, this is
Timmy Gower's mother.
Right. This way,
please, Mrs. Gower.
Oh, and if you wouldn't mind,
Constable, I need to have a word.
Right.
Oh, dear!
(GROANS)
(GROANS LOUDLY)
Claude? Whatever's the matter?
It's my stomach. I'm in agony.
- Where exactly is the pain?
- It's all down this side.
Can you take me round to the doctor's?
There's no way I can drive.
Never mind the doctor. I'm taking
you straight round to the hospital.
No! I can't go to hospital.
Summat I've got to do,
it's very urgent argh!
Claude! You might not have any choice
if that turns out to be appendicitis.
W-what?
Come on.
(GROANS)
Tell George about Alfred.
- Fingermarks?
- Right across his face.
Think somebody hit him?
I don't know how else
he could have got them.
A man called asking how he was.
A member of the family?
Don't think so.
The minute I asked him,
he put the phone down.
Where's Sgt Blaketon, Constable?
Oh, he had to go out, sir.
Something quite urgent, I believe.
He's liable to be away for the
rest of the afternoon, he says, sir.
JOHNNY KIDD AND THE PIRATES:
Shakin' All Over
When you move in
right up close to me ♪
Oof! Bad luck, Oscar.
Oh, that's the way my
luck's going at the moment.
Been one of those days, has it?
Oh, aye.
And likely to get worse
before it gets
better.
Yeah, have tremors
in the thigh bone
Shaking all over
Careful! You got a licence?
Mind this lady!
Hang on! Hang on!
Pull me back! Pull me back!
There's a phone.
I've got to make a call. It's urgent.
I won't be a minute.
Brings that feeling
on inside of me ♪
Oh! Flaming typical!
It's jammed.
You've got a screwdriver?
And just what do you think you're doing,
Claude Greengrass?
I've got to make a phone call.
It's to a a pal of mine.
It's a matter of life and death.
Yes, yours, if you don't get back
on that trolley this minute!
Actually, I feel a bit better.
The pain's nearly gone. Ohh!
Yes, I can see it has, Claude.
- Come on.
(GROANS)
Hello, Billy.
Your mum said I'd find you here.
I hear you were up on the golf course
this morning, with your pal, Timmy.
We weren't doing nothing.
You sure about that?
Yeah.
- Not fighting?
- Me and Timmy?
I'm miles bigger than him!
So what happened, then?
He just banged his head.
That's all I know.
- How?
- I don't know.
- You were there, weren't you?
- Not when he hurt himself.
He'd gone off on his own
looking for golf balls.
So, you didn't see him fall, then?
I heard him yell, like.
When I went looking
he were just lying there.
Did you hear anything else?
I heard a man shout out.
- Shout out what?
- Just 'Oi!' or summat.
Was that before or after
you heard Timmy cry?
- Just before.
- Did you see this man?
No. I just heard a car driving off.
What sort of car?
I didn't see it, just heard it.
So how come you scarpered
after you told the man in the
club what had happened?
Cos I didn't want my
mum finding out.
Finding out what?
I've been bunking off, like.
(TUTS)
Ah, yes. Good drive.
You still haven't told
me what t'problem is.
Do you know how long I've
been a copper, Arnold?
I've given my life to this job.
And my marriage.
What's up, then?
There are big changes
in the wind at Ashfordly.
And I could turn out
to be one of them.
That's the problem.
What's happening, then?
Well, Ashfordly could be downgraded
to a constable's rural station
or upgraded and led
by a new inspector.
Either way, my job
may cease to exist.
They wouldn't just
fire you, would they?
No, but they could
force me to move.
I don't fancy going back
to being a beat sergeant,
swapping punches with drunks in
backstreets in the middle of the night.
Has to be an alternative, Oscar.
Well, I could do the honourable thing,
take early retirement.
Settle down with that miserable
pension we've got to look forward to.
- There is another option.
- What's that?
Come and work for me.
Well, that's very kind
of you, Arnold, but
I'm not very knowledgeable
about building and selling houses.
No, but I'd say you know a lot
about looking after them. Security.
- Are you serious?
- Course I'm serious.
The business is expanding
at a rate of knots.
It'll be growing even faster
if I manage to pull off a certain
local deal that is coming up.
You could be just the
man I'm looking for.
To head my security.
You're an early bird
this morning, sarge.
Don't sound so surprised, Bellamy.
(Oh! Sarge! Sarge, you can't go in.)
Well, he's not in yet, is he?
- Has been for the last hour, sarge.
- Doing what, exactly?
Going through this place
like a buzz-saw, sarge.
From what I can tell, yeah.
Files, reports, the lot.
You name it, they want it.
Was he looking for me
yesterday afternoon?
Only a couple of times.
What did you tell him?
What you told us to tell him.
BELL
- Excuse me.
Yes, madam, what can I do for you?
I want to know what's being done.
About what, exactly?
The assault on my son at
the golf course yesterday.
- And you are?
- Mrs. Gower.
Oh well, as far as I can understand it,
Mrs. Gower, it was an accident.
Then you obviously
understand wrong, don't you.
According to the hospital,
someone hit him before he fell.
And I want to know what
you're doing about it.
Pretend you're happy
when you're blue
It isn't very hard to do
And you will find happiness
Without an end if you pretend
Remember anyone can bring
Excuse me mate.
Are you done with your paper?
I only want to see the racing.
Be my guest.
It's all bad news, any rule.
Ta.
- I knew that'd happen.
- You had a bet on, then?
No. That's the trouble.
I flaming well haven't.
I don't suppose you've got
a couple of cyanide tablets
on your trolley, have you, Sister?
Come on, Mr. Greengrass.
You're looking much better today.
At least we don't have to operate.
I thought you said
I'd got appendicitis.
You've got a rumbling appendix.
Nothing to justify major surgery.
Does that mean I'm going home?
Well, I think we'll have
to hold on to you
for a little bit longer,
Mr. Greengrass.
If anybody asks whether I'm here
or not, will you say him I'm not?
Here in mufti, are you?
I'm in more than that.
So, according to this boy Billy,
he heard a man shout out and
a car drive away, is that right?
- Yes, sarge.
- Excuse me a minute, sarge.
Well, according to
Timmy Gower's mother
you'd be ill-advised to believe a
word that little tearaway says.
Sorry, sarge.
So, what are you saying, sarge,
you don't believe him?
I'm saying you should have
another word with him.
And find out whether the
story he told you yesterday
still tallies with the
one he tells you today.
Right, sarge.
And keep me informed, so that if
Mrs. Gower makes another complain,
at least I'll know what
she's talking about.
And do say, Ventress,
if perhaps by any chance I
happen to be in your way!
Sorry, sarge. Special
request from Inspector Barry.
Now, I want you to
think hard, Billy.
Did anything else happen at the golf
course you haven't told me about yet?
I can't think of anything.
Who did you see up there?
- Only Sharkey.
- Who's Sharkey?
He works there.
- What time was this?
- Just before it happened.
Is that whose voice you heard?
Might have been.
He's always telling us to clear off.
And why's that?
He reckons we do him out of money
because of some golf balls we find.
- What, he chases you off?
- Yeah.
And what happens
if he catches you?
He never has yet.
EDDIE COCHRAN:
Three Steps To Heaven
Now there
Three steps to heaven
are three steps to heaven
Three steps to heaven
Just listen
Three steps to heaven
And you will plainly see
Three steps to heaven
And as life travels on
And things do go wrong
Just follow steps
one, two and three
Step one, you find
a girl you love
Step two, she falls
in love with you
Step three, you kiss
and hold her tightly
Yeah, that sure seems like heaven
Three steps to heaven
To me ♪
You wouldn't by any chance like
a spot of salad with it, Ventress?
And a glass of claret
perhaps, to wash it down?
I mean, you are aware, are you,
that at this moment in time,
this entire station
is under assessment?
Of course, sarge.
And where do you think that would fit
into Inspector Barry's report, Ventress?
The amount of time that
you spend eating boiled eggs?
Under 'S' perhaps?
- 'S', Ventress?
- For my snap, sarge.
It was only a joke.
Good of you to point
that out, Ventress.
I might just have missed it.
DOOR CLOSES
- We're back in about an hour, Sergeant.
- Right, sir.
If nothing else, that explains
one little mystery away.
What mystery?
Why Blaketon's been sitting around
like a cat on hot bricks all morning.
It's amazing what
you can find out, Phil,
from what people leave
lying around on desks.
Oh! Er, sorry, sarge.
I, er, forgot my notebook.
Constable.
Mr. Sharkey?
Yeah?
PC Rowan. Aidensfield Police.
A boy was injured up by the
driving range yesterday.
Yeah, I heard about that.
Yeah, well the lad who reported
it said he saw you there.
Never saw any kids
on course yesterday.
But you do know these
two boys, I believe.
Do I?
Yeah, they're often up here
looking for lost golf balls.
Say you chase them off.
I chase them and
gave a good telling off.
Was that all? You don't give
them the occasional thick ear?
What? And get myself done
for assault or summat?
Not stupid, you know?
Well, just after the incident,
a car was heard driving away.
Did you see any cars parked
up there yesterday?
No. I'm used to them, though.
- Why's that?
- Not called Lovers' Lane for nothing!
So you didn't see anybody
hanging around there?
If I had, I'd have chased them off,
wouldn't I?
Well, thanks for your
time, Mr. Sharkey.
Like a cup of tea, Mr. Greengrass?
Don't suppose you've got a glass of
scotch under your pinny, have you?
Now don't go getting all frisky
just because you're feeling better.
Frisky!
Ah! Claude!
All right, George?
Hiya, Claude! How are you?
I'm all right.
- Brought you some grapes.
- Ta.
How's Alfred?
Is he behaving himself?
Aye, he's fine.
Here, I've brought you a present.
- Under here. Quick.
- I'll put it on your slate.
Uncle George!
You're gonna get us kicked out!
A drop of whisky
never killed anyone.
If it does, I'll die happy.
- So, how's it going then, Claude?
- All right, apart from the baths.
Baths? How many have you had?
One. They use this carbolic soap.
It's terrible.
Eh! Your two mates have been
at the pub asking where you are.
You never told them
I'm in here, did you?
Of course I did.
They're gonna come in and see you.
Got any other favours
you like to do me?
Do you remember what happened
before you fell, Timmy?
A man hit me.
- Tell him which man.
- From the car.
- Not Sharkey?
- No.
The man from the car.
And what sort of car?
Grey Jag.
It was parked under the trees.
You get courting
couples down there.
I was only having a look, like.
Not doing any harm.
Then this man jumped out.
What did you see when
you looked in the car?
Lots of papers.
And there was some money.
- What sort of money?
- Ten-pound notes.
Was anyone else in the car?
Another man, I think.
I could hear them talking.
- Are you sure it was a Jaguar?
- Yeah.
He collects. Car numbers.
Did you get this one?
Didn't have time.
- Hello, again.
- Hello.
What can I do for you?
That grey Jaguar in the carpark,
do you know who it belongs to?
Oh, you must be talking
about Mr. Langley's car.
- He's a member, is he?
- I'll say.
Any of your other members
have a car like that?
Not that I've seen.
Is Mr. Langley at the
club at the moment?
He's still out on the course,
but he should be back soon.
Right. I'll wait, then. Thank you.
Oh uh, if you wouldn't
mind, Mr. Rowan.
It's members only, I'm afraid,
the chairs in that area.
Er, if you
Over here
He told me to tell you he's sorry
he couldn't come himself.
Only he's not keen on hospitals.
No. I don't like them much myself.
But he wants to know when
you'll back in circulation.
I-i-it's hard to say.
I wanted to ring him,
but you can never get on the phone.
In any case, it's
difficult in my condition.
So, what with all this, you won't
have had time to collect them.
No. I mean, you can tell him,
as you can see,
I'm completely bed-bound in bed.
Hey, that's not going to ruin owt.
Right.
Anyway, I'm off. He's waiting.
I'll tell him what you said.
Keep in touch.
What exactly are you
alleging, Constable?
We know that the man
who attacked the boy
got out of a grey Jaguar.
I can't be the only person in this
part of Yorkshire who drives one.
Well, you seemed to be the only
member of this club who does.
And as a member, I park it
in the members' car park.
Certainly wouldn't dream of parking
it up by the driving range.
So where were you yesterday
morning at about 11:00, sir?
In my car, Constable.
Miles away from here.
I was out of town
for the entire day.
Can anyone confirm that, sir?
I can find somebody.
If that becomes
absolutely necessary.
Oscar. Come in, lad, come in.
You were sat out there that long,
I thought for a minute
you're gonna drive off.
Not an easy decision
to make, eh, Oscar?
Not really, no.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
So? What do you think?
Well, after the offer
you've made me,
I reckon I'd be a fool
not to accept it.
- But, er
- But?
It's like you said, it's been a
very difficult decision to make.
The police force has been
my whole life up till now.
And look how they've treated you.
From what you told me,
your decision's more or less
been made up for you, hasn't it?
Oh, that's certainly true.
So?
I've decided.
I'll take the job.
Good lad, Oscar. Good lad.
Cheers.
PHONE RINGS
- Sampson.
- It's me. We need to talk.
I'll call you back.
Here's to our future. Cheers.
Cheers.
- What's all this about?
- Your clothes.
You're not going to chuck me
out, are you? Not in my state.
Mr. Greengrass, you
are no longer in a state.
You're quite well
enough to go now.
What happens when I get home?
I mean, who's going to do the
shopping and the cleaning?
Mr. Greengrass, We can't
accept responsibility for that.
As far as we're concerned,
you are fit to leave and that is that.
This is a National Health hospital,
not a private nursing home.
I hope you realise I'm nearly
an old aged pensioner.
Midnight
One more night without sleeping
Watching
Till the morning comes creeping
Green door
What's that secret you're keeping?
There's an old piano
and they play it hot
Behind the green door
Don't know what they're doing,
but they laugh a lot
Behind the green door ♪
Back again?
Yeah. Can I borrow one of these
photographs, do you think?
Do I get to know
what you want it for?
Oh, it might just help
us with our enquiries.
Which one?
This one.
Okay. Help yourself.
So long as we get it back sometime.
Thank you.
Morning, lads.
BOTH: Morning, sarge.
Oh, come on, Bellamy, put
the kettle on! It's 11 o'clock.
- Oh, there you are, Sergeant.
- Hi, good morning, sir.
You're very elusive these days.
Yes, well, just tying up
a few loose ends, sir.
Is there something
I can help you with?
Several things,
as a matter of fact.
- Let's come this way.
- Certainly, sir.
(And the biscuits!)
What's cheered him
up all of a sudden?
I don't know.
- Unless
- Unless what?
Unless he knows something
that we don't know.
About what?
If I knew that,
I'd know as well, wouldn't I?
Do you recognise anyone, Timmy?
Yeah.
- Can you see the man who hit you?
- Yeah.
Can you point to him for me?
- Are you sure about that?
- Yeah.
Oh! Oh, dear!
Nurse!
(GROANS)
(GROANS LOUDLY)
Oh!
Are you still here, Mr. Greengrass?
Whatever's the matter?
It's the pain, sister.
It's come back again.
It's worse than it
was the first time.
- Oh! That's it!
- Is it still tender here?
Yeah. Oh, don't dig it like that!
We will need to get a
doctor to have a look at you.
We can't send you
home in this state.
Thank Thank you, Sister.
Well, he happens to be a very
good friend of mine, Rowan.
Arnold Sampson.
Local builder.
Well-known benefactor.
We often play golf together.
Timmy Gower picked him
out as the man who hit him.
Having just recovered
from concussion, right?
He wouldn't lie about it, sarge.
I'm not saying he's lying.
But he could be mistaken.
After all, when he saw the
man was coming after him,
I wouldn't have thought that he
would hang around to get a good look!
That boy was adamant it was him.
What about this green keeper you
had down as favourite for this?
Well, he was just as positive
that Del Sharkey had
nothing to do with it, sarge.
Now, I'd like to talk to Sampson.
You wouldn't happen to have a
number for him, would you, sarge?
Well, let me tell you again, Rowan,
that Sampson is a good friend of mine
and I don't believe for one
minute he's responsible.
Now, needless to say,
you keep me well posted on this.
Just tread carefully, Rowan.
Right, sarge.
- Mr. Sampson?
- Yes?
PC Rowan. Aidensfield Police.
Can I have a word, do you think?
Oh, certainly you can.
This mysterious pain of
Mr. Greengrass, Sister.
Yes?
It's funny the way it
came on so suddenly.
Right after you'd told
him he was going home.
Yes. I noticed that too, nurse.
LAUGHTER
Look at that!
So you're taking the word
of a nine-year-old boy
against mine, are you, constable?
The boy had no hesitation in picking
you out from the photograph, sir.
Whoever gave that lad a clip round
the ear, it certainly weren't me.
Oh, you heard about that,
did you, sir?
Fact that his attacker gave
him a clip round the ear?
You've just told me, Constable.
No, sir. No. All I've told you was that
the boy has been chased and attacked.
Oh, I supposed I must have
heard it somewhere else.
Down at t'club, I suppose.
It was talk of club bar that
lunchtime, as I remember.
So where were you on Monday
morning, at about 11 o'clock?
Well, down at t'golf club.
Not on t'driving range.
I was on t'putting green.
I've just bought myself
this fancy new putter
and I'm having the devil's
own job getting used to it.
Was anyone with you
on the putting green?
When you're breaking in
a new putter, Constable,
the last thing you
need is an audience.
Do you know Timmy
Gower, Mr. Sampson?
I've never heard of him
till this business came up.
So why do you think
he's so insistent
that you were the
one who struck him?
I've really no idea.
But as the lad's been concussed
for a couple of days,
it's no wonder his mind's
playing tricks with him.
So was Monday the only day
you were at the club, sir?
I'm a busy man, Constable.
I can't spend me
entire life playing golf.
Much as I'd like to.
Do you remember who else
was in the club bar that day?
Well, the usual Monday
crowd, I supposed.
Would that include Mr. Langley?
Les Langley?
Ya, I believe he was there, yeah.
- Why? Is that important?
- Probably not, sir.
RINGS
- Blaketon.
- Oscar.
It's Arnold.
- Thanks for this.
- Okay.
Did it help?
Yeah, matter of fact it did.
So he can play a bit,
this Mr. Langley?
I'll say! He's club
captain next year.
It's amazing how he manages
to find the time, really.
What's his line of work?
Planning officer, as far as I know.
Really?
Right, Mr. Greengrass.
Have you ever had
an enema before?
- I beg your pardon?
- An enema. You know.
Well, we stick this tube in you
and fill you full of soapy water.
It makes you feel a bit like
a washing machine then,
all squishy and runny inside.
But think how clean
your tubes will be, eh.
Yes, I know, but hey, you
needn't bother with that.
Because, honestly,
I feel a lot better.
- The pain's nearly gone.
- Well, that's good.
Hey, but still, it does seemed a shame
to waste all this good soapy water.
I know. But I've got a
couple of shirts, if you like.
Look, honestly, seriously,
I honestly don't think I need that.
In fact, I'm positive I don't.
I'll go and get Sister Mercer.
- Oscar.
- Thank you, Eileen.
- Ah!
- Hello, sarge.
Rowan.
I'll leave you to it.
There's some tea in the pot.
Oh, thanks, Eileen.
So, you've obviously been
to see Arnold Sampson?
Yeah.
And?
He denies all knowledge
of it, of course.
But you don't believe him?
Well, there are several things
that don't really make sense.
Sampson said he heard down at
the golf course that afternoon
that the boy had been hit.
- Only, he couldn't have, could he?
- Why not?
Well, I only found out at
the hospital that afternoon.
And there's no way they
were spreading the word.
Ah yes. Well, he
explained that to me
when he rang me this
afternoon after you left.
Did he?
Well, it wasn't lost on him, you know,
the way you picked up on that.
And afterwards he realised
that he probably didn't hear
about it at the club on Monday,
but somewhere else since.
Does the name Les Langley
mean anything to you, sarge?
Well, he's our club champion.
Les Langley works in the
planning department
for the local authorities, right?
Yes.
And Arnold Sampson submits
regular tenders to that department,
tenders that he usually
wins, so I'm told.
In fact, he's just landed a contract
to build a new shopping precinct.
What are you getting at, Rowan?
Well, the word down at town hall
was that he was allowed
to put his tender in
24 hours later than
the rest of the bidders.
The day after all this business
down at the golf club.
And you are suggesting
there's some connection?
Timmy Gower saw two men, one of
whom he's identified as Sampson.
He also saw a lot of papers and
a bunch of ten-pound notes.
Which is probably why Sampson
lost his rag and chased after him.
I don't believe a word.
But then like you said, sarge,
you and Arnold Sampson
go back a long way.
And what exactly is that
supposed to mean, Rowan?
Well, I'm sorry, sarge,
but I don't get it.
Yesterday, you're on my
back demanding results,
but the minute I mention Sampson
you're pouring cold water
over this whole thing.
And you think that's because he
happened to be a friend of mine, do you?
What I'm actually doing
as your superior, Rowan,
is pointing out that we're in the
business of assembling facts.
Not indulging in flights of whimsy
and then finding the facts to fit them!
And I bitterly resent
your suggestion
that I would let any
friendship that I might have
colour my professional judgement.
I think I've upset him.
I think you have.
There's something
not quite right there.
Oscar might leave a bit to
be desired in some ways,
but there's one thing I'd never
question and that's his integrity.
Who's questioning his integrity?
I think you just did, didn't you?
TOILET FLUSHES
(STAMMERS)
Hello Jonty, I were
just coming to see you.
Oh, yeah?
So, business is good, eh, Arnold?
Getting better all the time.
I did hear a buzz that the council
accepted your latest tender.
That must be the big one
you were talking about?
You're very well-informed, Oscar.
Not a sparrow falls in Ashfordly,
but I get to hear about it.
You know that, Arnold.
It's a good job we're
signing you up, then, ain't it.
What's your secret?
That's what I'd like to know.
My particular genius is finding
the right man for the right job.
- And then buying him.
- Men like me, you mean?
If you like, yeah.
And Les Langley, perhaps?
It's dog eat dog out there, Oscar.
As you just found out for yourself.
Long service counts
for nothing any more.
Nor honesty.
So if you can buy yourself
a bit of an edge
by slipping somebody a
few quid, then you do it.
Cause if you don't, the other beggars
behind you are more than happy to.
That's the way it's done, is it?
You'll find out soon enough
when you start working for me.
Incidentally,
you had a word with that earnest
young constable of yours, did you?
- Oh, yes.
- So, will that be the end of it?
Well, it's difficult to see how
he could take it any further,
to be honest.
That's despite the fact
that he's still convinced
that it was you that hit the boy.
Well
he'll obviously go far.
Pity he can't prove any of it,
isn't it?
Do you think we should get him on
the payroll as well, while we're at it?
No, he's not for sale, our Nick.
Don't you believe it!
Every man has his price.
You believe that, do you, Arnold?
It's simply a question of
picking the time and the place.
And the right circumstances.
Make the right offer.
They fall in t'lap like apples.
Oh, what a sad and
sorry story, Claude.
Isn't it. I'm just glad you realise
there were nowt I could do about it.
Of course,
you could have let me know.
And then I could have made
alternative arrangements.
Yeah, well, I tried to,
but the only phone I could
get to were out of order.
It's got all coins stuck in it.
Well, at least you tried your best.
Eh, Claude?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, well, it's very good
of you to look at it like that
cause there's a lot wouldn't.
(LAUGHS)
DOORBELL RINGS
Oh, it's you.
Have you got a minute, sarge?
All right. Come in.
Well?
I just wanted to apologise, sarge.
Fair enough.
But as it turned out
you were quite right.
Not that we have
enough evidence yet
to prove that it was Arnold Sampson
who assaulted the kid.
But CID were very interested
in this other business
and his connection
with Les Langley.
And there's no doubt in my mind
that they'll both eventually
be facing corruption charges.
So what happened, sarge?
To make you change your mind?
Once a copper, always a copper.
It's hard to break the
habit of a lifetime.
Not that my former friend Arnold
Sampson would see it like that.
As far as he's concerned, all I've
done is betrayed a confidence.
- Did he admit it, then?
- In a roundabout sort of way.
He thought he could trust me.
Having just bought me,
as he saw it.
How do you mean?
He offered me a job, Nick.
Double my present salary.
Company car.
Help buy my own house.
It must have been tempting, sarge.
Oh, yes. It certainly was.
Especially under these
present circumstances.
You turned him down?
Hmm.
So what happens now, then, sarge?
Well, Inspector Barry leaves
tomorrow, submits his report.
So I suppose I'll just have to wait.
See what the future holds.
Like everybody else.
And the doctor's been
around to see him
- Good evening, Sister.
- Oh, good evening.
You left a message about a
man being involved in a fight.
Well, it certainly seems
that way, officer.
Would you like to follow me?
(SNORES)
- Mr. Greengrass.
- What?
(GROANS)
Before you ask,
I walked into a door.
Revolving at speed
at the time, was it?
Oh, very good.
What time's the tea
trolley coming, Sister?
I'm sorry, Mr. Greengrass.
You missed it while
you were asleep.
(SIGHS)
In fact one way or another, it hasn't
exactly been your day, has it, Claude?
Go and get me some grapes.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪