05x14 - Sitting Off the Dock of the Bay

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Heartbeat, why do you miss
when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory?

Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory?

Have they gone mad?

Yeah, they must have done.

They've finally found some decent music.

That's number one, Eileen.

It's two-way family favorites.

We don't expect to
hear catawalling like that.

You're listening to
Danny Black, DB, your DJ.

And this is Radio North.

Me too.

Wild thing, think I love you.

But I want to know for sure.

Come on, hold me tight.

I love you.

Wild thing, you make my heart sing.

You make
everything... Wild thing.

You can't stop long, son.

Your brother's wedding now.

I mean, as soon as she comes
out of hospital with the baby,

well, they're going to need your room.

Stop!

What?

Don't you go settling
old scores, do you hear?

You're a bad lot, Joe Norman.

He was right to put you away.

Can I help you?

I want to see the copper.

Constable Rowan's not in.

Can I take a message?

He heard about his missus.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Shall I say who called?

Did you bell for it?

I don't know.

It's Joe.

All right.

All right, how you doing?

All right.

When did you get back?

Just now.

Come on.

Dough's been in Bostle.

He's not a bad lad.

He was put away for arson.

An old lady's caravan,
and an as*ault on me.

But coming around like
that the day he got back...

Well, he was never one to pay his respects.

Maybe it was more than that.

If he's trying to change his ways,
perhaps he's looking for help.

Well, that's all we need.

Joe Norton back in circulation,
and bandits on the radio.

Pirates, Sarge.

That's what they call themselves.

I don't care if they call
themselves Captain Hook

and run around with
parrots on their shoulders.

I want these wireless merchants sorted out.

Right, Sarge.

The citizens of Ashfordly have every right

to enjoy their Sunday afternoons
without their eardrums being assaulted.

I've had complaints.

They broadcast from out at sea, don't they?

Do they?

Outside the three mile limit.

I didn't realize you were
such an expert, Rowan.

Point being, they're outside territorial
waters, so we can't touch them.

Oh, yes, we can.

Yes?

Right.

Right.

Rowan, walk this way.

Ah, Mr. Hawkins, will
you come through, please?

Thank you.

Now, Mr. Hawkins here is from the GPO.

Investigations.

Investigations.

Not telephones.

Not telephones.

And Mr. Hawkins has
been tracking these pirates,

and their signal does
not come from out at sea.

It comes from dry land, which
means they're committing an offense.

Wireless telegraphy act.

Which means we can and we will close
them down, or rather you will, Rowan.

The signal is being transmitted
from somewhere in here.

Now, Rowan, you will
accompany Mr. Hawkins

while he finds the
equipment responsible,

and then we can make
arrangements to confiscate it.

Well, it's a heck of a large area, Sarge.

That's right.

Like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Well, you best get going then.

And if you need any
help, you can take

the dedicated follower
of fashion with you.

There you see.

Keep him here.

It's on again.

The king of the discs,
that's me, Jamie King.

Oh, no it's not.

Uncle George?

I've heard more tuneful air raids.

Go and collect some glasses.

Like that sort of music, do you?

Yeah.

When I get a chance to, eh?

You'd hear some in Whitby tomorrow night.

Would I?

Mm.

There's a disco in the town hall.

Yeah?

Hello.

Hello.

Sorry I'm late.

I've been on the call.

It's good to see you.

Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

Bye.

Bye.

Ciao.

So how was the journey?

Who do you reckon that is, then?

She certainly seemed pleased to see him.

Husband turned up at last.

Keep on running.

Terrific, innit?

First decent bit of
music we've had on the

tr*nny, and we've got
to close them down.

I'm gonna be the
one to make you understand.

Oh, yeah.

Got her.

I'm gonna be your man.

Turn that flaming noise off, Gina.

It must be handling your brain.

You what?

I gave you a -Bob note, right?

You've only given me
three and sixpence change.

Sir?

What do you mean, sir?

A whiskey's three Bob.

Two threes are six.

Six from is four Bob.

It's not three and sixpence.

It's the retail price index you seek, Lord.

What is?

That's to blame.

What for?

For me putting the prices up.

Penny on a pint, thrums on whiskey.

Thrums?

Hope you realize I'm
nearly an old age pensioner,

and you already is one. - No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

And I'll tell you something else.

There's plenty more pubs in this area.

True.

Yeah, well, I might
start using one of them.

But they put the price up in all, Claude.

Thieving swines.

Yeah.

I've got some homemade stuff at my place.

Have you?

Let's go and sip some of that.

Not putting your prices up, are you?

No, it's for notes.

Think I can afford that.

One fine
day, I'm gonna be the one.

You understand?

To the left here.

Right.

No.

Wrong left.

Everyone just talking loud.

Make me feel so sad.

Everyone just laughing at me.

Make me feel so bad.

Nick's been meaning to do that for ages.

Something to do.

Still no job on the horizon?

Put me the application in for a parazo.

Paratrooper, eh?

Yeah.

It's a brilliant life.

You get to see the world.

I've got all the gear.

You do things.

And you make mates, real mates.

So what do you reckon your chances are?

Not good.

My fault, though, innit?

Sounds like you've been doing
some thinking while you were away.

All them things.

You know, with a caravan and with a copper.

I don't know why.

It's just a foreground, eh?

Well, they always put us
together, don't leave me in trouble.

And after a bit, you think, all right.

Folk are never going to like me,
but at least they'll take notice of me.

I'd better go.

Joe?

Thanks.

All right?

All right.

What you doing in there?

I was checking tabs on you or something.

Yeah, of course.

I'm the barstool boy, aren't I?

If we get it right, we can market it.

Might be a few, Bob, innit?

About time somebody
taught that George a lesson.

Where we going?

Down the cellar.

Oh.

I've lost them.

What's up?

They've stopped transmitting.

We must be right on top of them.

I think we were.

Keep on running.

Keep on hiding.

One fine day, I'm going to be
the one to make you understand.

Oh, yeah, I'm going to be your man.

Yeah.

Try this.

It's one of my favorites.

What is it?

Rhubarb.

Rhubarb?

Mm.

I think I prefer it dipped in sugar.

Well, you said you wanted
something that was quick to make.

This is it, is it?

Aye.

You can drink this in four months.

Four months?

I'm thinking more in terms of four hours.

You can't make wine in four hours, Claude.

I know.

But you can make whiskey.

But that's illegal.

Is it?

Oh, well, we won't have
to do it then, will we?

You talk to him on his own,
then watch him with his mates.

I think Joe's at a crossroads, Nick.

Right now, it's
either back to the bad

old ways or make
something of himself.

Come on, Katie.

If folk will let him.

Yeah, I'll pop round and have a word.

Katie?

Heard about the other
new arrival, by the way?

Hm?

Maggie's friend.

George says the elusive
Mr. Bolton's finally come home.

You don't have to
say love me, just be close to me.

Hi, I'm DB, your DJ.

Resting the waves with
all your raves and faves.

Radio North,
the best sounds around.

When I say I'm... No, it's only

an offense to
broadcast, not to listen in.

I do have to get on anyway.

Will you, Dave?

Oh, I'll run off my feet.

Well, especially with guests to look after.

Yes.

Joe, I was coming to see you.

I've been reporting to me probation.

Yeah, I know.

You've been to the police
house a couple of times.

The garden's looking better for it.

I'm sorry.

What for?

About your missus.

All that time when I was mucking
about wrecking your garden.

She was dying, weren't she?

Yeah, we didn't know that then.

I've got to go.

You know this is illegal, don't you?

I'm worried I'll get on
with it with beer all night.

Have you smelled this?

Smelt it.

I want to pour it down my
throat, not show it up my nose.

OK, there's only him in the shop.

And he's half blind.

So we get him talking, yeah?

I'll knock something off the
shelf other side of the shop.

And while he's sorting it out,
Joe slips his hand in the tilt.

And we've got our booze money for tonight.

Sounds all right to me.

Joe?

What's up?

Now.

Right then, off you go.

No.

What do you mean?

Life's too short, isn't it?

Joe?

Well, it's got to be better
than staying in here all night.

Yeah, well, I'm supposed
to be meeting Nick.

So we'll take him with us.

I bet he hasn't been out proper for ages.

Evening.

Might do him some good, you mean.

What's that?

Going to a disco tonight in Whitby.

Maggie's husband's
been telling me about it.

Maggie's husband?

He reckons it's going to be great.

So?

Yeah, all right.

Great.

Great.

You doing requests?

Of course.

Let us in.

He's not that big, you know.

So how about it?

Persuade him we're all .

Not for another year, your honour.

At least.

I thought you said he'd
soon liven things up.

He will.

I don't reckon he's been in Borstal.

Course he has.

He's gone soft then.

You what?

Leave it out, eh?

He's got to lie low for a bit, that's all.

Doesn't have to stop us having
a good time, though, does it?

What's that?

Got him off a bloke last time I was here.

You swallow it?

Yeah.

He reckons it's like drinking
rum and peps in one go.

Yeah?

Let's have some.

You're not playing, Borstal boy.

Go on, then.

I told you you'd enjoy it.

You told Gina from the pub, too.

Want a drink?

Yeah.

Come on, Phil.

I'll get the drinks.

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

I like it best.

Ryan Poole and the Tremolos there.

I'm Danny Black, DB, your DJ.

And we are going to
rock tonight with the Kinks.

I've heard you before, haven't I?

Radio North.

You been listening in?

Haven't had much choice.

Yeah, we did have a few
problems with the test transmission,

but we've got our own frequency now.

Yeah?

Yeah, we start the proper show tomorrow.

I'm Danny, by the way.

Nick.

I'm the local copper.

What?

You're so...

Let's go.

Let's go.

Well, you've certainly set
the village tongues wagging.

Oh?

I gather Danny's your husband.

Oh, look, Nick, I'm sorry.

I should have told you.

Oh, no, it's no one else's business.

Danny's my brother.

Well, you should have said something.

I just thought the
pirate radio connection

might make things
awkward for you.

Now, what he's doing isn't exactly illegal.

But that's not how Sergeant
Blaketon would see it.

So what frequency will you be using then?

Well, so I can listen in.

He seems OK.

The local copper.

Yeah.

Hey, look out.

Oh, I'm... I'm glad it's you.

Can you help us?

I'm in trouble.

Right.

Thank you.

Oh, there must have been
a bad batch here as well.

It certainly smells bad enough.

Yeah.

He did draw off the first lot
before he started sampling it.

What do you mean?

To avoid alcoholic poisoning.

Poison?

Don't worry, he'll survive.

Stand up.

Fit equipment.

Ready.

Ready.

Station.

Go.

Two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

I mean, well, why did he do it?

I know the young lad had his
problems, but to k*ll himself?

No.

Yeah, well, it could
have been dr*gs with it.

What?

Yeah, he had it out with some of his mates.

They'd all taken something.

What, something that made
a young lad k*ll himself?

Nobody's that daft.

Well, what was it?

We were waiting for forensics to tell us.

Are you sure you're up to this?

I keep remembering him as a wee bit.

He was always laughing, afraid of nothing.

Yeah.

It's o'clock on Radio North.

And it's a wonderful day.

Ah, Rowan, I've just had my
forensic report from Weatherby.

Now, when you were at the
Met, did you ever come across

lysergic acid diphtheromide,
otherwise known as LSD?

Yeah, I heard of it, sir.

I was not seeing it, though.

Is that what young Joe was taking, then?

Well, apparently, it brings on

hallucinations and
distortions of perception.

Come again?

Something like your normal
state of mind, of interest.

So what did the girl have to say?

She can't identify her supplier.

You do surprise me.

Any description?

It were a dark, smoky club.

They'd all had a skimful.

Now, listen.

This is the second
dr*gs-related death this year.

And there's even worse stuff
doing the rounds this time.

So just make sure you have
better success for those two lads.

Silence is golden, golden.

My heart's not asleep.

But my eyes still see.

I thought that you'd
listen to my reasonings.

Be careful.

Be careful.

You great-ho.

Leave it.

Yeah, you heard the man, Dumbo.

Don't push it, Jimmy.

Before you men even think
about damaging the talent, Captain,

remember there's
a port over there full

of sailors looking
for nice, easy work.

You've, uh, not met Danny, have you?

Hi.

Who's that, Skit?

The man that pays your wages, one of them.

Hans.

German?

Dutch.

And the only thing coming between
your friend, Jamie, and a swimming lesson.

So Joe was out of his mind on LSD?

No.

You're out of your mind, mister.

That stuff's the magic.

You won't understand.

Try us.

I could see these amazing
colours going on forever.

And I couldn't stop laughing.

What about the headache?

It was worth it.

I could do anything.

I could even fly.

Like Joe?

You all right, Dave?

They left me.

I could hear them laughing.

They didn't see the spiders.

They were coming at
me, and I couldn't move.

I just sat there and screamed.

All this from chewing blotting paper.

Why can't you just drink ale?

Get a sore head and
sleep it off in the morning.

Because that's for your generation.

You're just jealous
because you're too old to live.

My mother who said, I
hope I die before I get old.

Yeah, well, you
take any more of that

stuff, and your wish
might just be granted.

Well, are you coming or not?

I've got it all set up.

I don't know what you're worrying about.

I mean, we know what went wrong, don't we?

It'll be a doddle this time.

Well, you can
please yourself, but if I

do it on my own, it's
all mine, you know.

Oh, all right, then.

Go on.

I shall think so and all.

Hey, about time we got some new sounds.

Sorry, man, these are for Burton.

Hans wants me to take
them into the disco, I'm sure.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

So leave them to me, boy.

What Hans says goes, OK?

The Hollies there, riding
along on a carousel,

which has got to be
more fun than riding

along seasick on the
good ship Radio North.

Joe really did want to make
something himself, you know.

You'd really taken to him, hadn't you?

There's good in everyone, Maggie.

Do you know what happened yet?

Yeah, he'd taken LSD.

It's this new drug supposed
to send you a bit crazy.

His mate thought he
could do anything, even fly.

Is that what made him do it?

It's lethal stuff, then, isn't it?

Talking of which, Nick, word to the
wives about Greengrass' latest tipple.

You sure you've done it properly this time?

Yeah, I threw the first sod
away, just like the nurse said.

Right, then.

Well, bottoms up.

Oh, come on, get it down.

You were going to check
it if we're going to sell it.

What's wrong with it?

Note.

You mean it's all right?

Yeah.

It's wonderful.

It's nectar.

Oh.

How does Hans finance all this?

Usual, I suppose.

Kickback from the record companies?

Must be.

Only we can play what we want.

So?

So I've worked three of these ships.

Usually it's only the bands
that cough up who get played.

Look, Hans doesn't interfere.

A word of advice, Danny.

Don't stick your nose in
where it doesn't belong.

Well, we've got trouble.

What's up?

Ronan's coming.

Oh, I knew it.

I knew we shouldn't have done it.

I'm too old to go to jail.

Stop worrying.

He won't think of looking
in the chicken shed.

But the bell jars and the kitchen.

Go and get rid of it.

How?

Submit if you have to.

What, all of it?

Go on, get cracking.

I'll keep him talking.

How then, Constable?

Is this a social call?

Why, are you going to offer me a drink?

What would you like?

Tea, coffee, arsenic?

You'd do better than that, can't you?

Can I come in?

Well, have you got a warrant?

Do I need one?

Well, it all depends on what you're after.

Look, Claude, we can either do
this the easy way or the hard way.

Are you making whiskey?

Whiskey?

Don't tell Dad.

Course I'm not.

Now, let me give you a friendly warning.

Stop it.

How can I stop it?

We haven't even started it.

Next time, I might not be so friendly.

Where are you going?

Hey, don't forget to wipe your feet.

You don't have technical liberties, Ronan.

Right, have you seen enough, have you?

Here you are.

What did I tell you?

There's a nasty smell in here.

You must know it's Alfred.

He's... he's... he's had the trots.

There is no whiskey!

Another sound of it.

Thanks, mate.

Hey, did you hear about this kid who
jumped off the church and with me?

Yeah.

Sabine dropping acid.

Is that right?

I'd like to do a warning
at the end of the

show tonight, telling
them to keep off it.

The kids listen to us.

Look, if you want to send
messages, become a postman.

What do you think would happen if
all the kids out there did what he did?

We wouldn't have an audience.

That's not funny.

Have you been touching these?

I warned you.

And I heard you.

In case you hadn't
noticed, we're on a ship.

Things move about.

Look, you start
making too big a thing

about do-gooding,
we're a business, OK?

I told you to get rid of it, not
wash the carsie out with it.

It just slipped out of me hand.

There must have been
three bottles in there.

I couldn't help it, Claude.

Well, we can't risk making any more.

Not with Ronan sniffing
about all over the place.

Well, we'd best make sure.

Next one's a corker then, hadn't we?

You have.

I've been doing some reading up.

It seems every time
you pass it through

it still, it gets
stronger and stronger.

I didn't expect you back till the weekend.

About the dr*gs, Boyle?

I heard the anti-dr*gs message you put out.

Hope it does some good.

That copper friend of
yours, I need to talk to him.

OK.

See you later.

I've worked on three of
these pirate ships, Nick.

This one's different.

In some ways, it's just the same.

Long hours, lousy food, seasickness.

But there's something going on.

Look, bands get ripped off
lots of ways in this business.

Dodgy managers, dodgy
promoters, and sometimes

dodgy record pressers
knocking out copies of their discs.

Bootlegs.

That's what I reckon's going on.

Buy one proper record, make
, copies, and keep all the profits.

They kept warning me off
playing some of these records.

It would certainly explain how that
Hans character's been financing things.

Who's that?

He's one of the backers.

Yeah, I've been wondering
about that for a while.

Danny, don't do this to me.

I can't help it.

Yeah, and I can't do
six shifts all on my tod.

Look, I'm sorry your old woman's sick, OK?

You don't need to do
six shifts on your tod.

I've got a mate with me visiting.

He's just finished doing a stint
down the Astoria Finchley Road

and he can cover till I get back.

Good, is he?

Are you kidding?

He's one of the best.

Well, it's the same, all right.

Yeah, from the way
this Jamie's been

behaving, he could
be part of the chain.

It's got to be worth a look, Sarge.

Well, that's the next problem, Rowan.

As you said yourself, that ship
is outside the three-mile limit,

which means we can't get on board.

Well, not officially, Sarge, no.

Nick, there's a bloke
outside in a pink tie.

He says he wants to see you.

Well, Nick, you fell for it.

You are now Radio North's
number one rock jock.

Rock jock?

That's right, Radio North,
for the Platters That Matter,

the latest biggie from the kinks.

Well, that was, er... Rubbish?

Yeah, close enough.

That'd be all right.

Well, unless you want to swim
three miles in the North Sea.

It's not exactly a natural, is he?

Let's try it again.

It's a relief.

A new intro.

Like what?

Movers and Groovers.

Movers and Groovers?

Oh, come on, if you can
manage the Platters That Matter,

you can manage Movers and Groovers.

Right, er, jingle?

Yeah.

Radio North, the best sounds around.

Hey, what's the matter?

Don't you fancy the Aidensfield Bobby
getting bitten by the pop music bug?

I don't fancy the Aidensfield
Bobby going out on that boat.

Here's a traffic report.

Across the way.

Ha ha! Buy that man a drink.

What's all this about a whisky
still up at Greengrass' place?

Oh, er, Nick checked it out.

He didn't find anything
incriminating, though.

Nothing incriminating?

I've just seen Greengrass
staggering all over the village green

and isn't even opening time yet.

Well, he said he won't clawed off.

But all his mates are
going up there now, too.

Which means my takings are down.

So I want him stopped.

We best pay Greengrass
another little visit, Bellamy.

Ready then, Sarge.

Who do you think you are, Rowan?

Roy Orbison?

Ha ha!

I'm just off to Whitby, Sarge.

Any last minute instructions?

Right then, we'll need a code.

You mean like they did in the w*r?

The pigs are flying
over the fallen oak tree?

I could play a request
for the Ashfordly Pigs.

Something a bit more
subtle might do the trick.

Yeah, right, well, I'll play
a certain record to alert you

with cryptic clues in the dedications.

Right, Ventress, you're
the crossword fanatic.

Sounds like a job for you.

Cryptic.

Right.

Nicky?

Yeah.

Jamie, you're a lifesaver.

Pleased to meet you.

You'd better be good.

Are you going to show me the ropes?

Sure.

Come on, better get back
to the station of the nation.

I knew those bandits would be trouble.

Pirates, Sarge.

Sarge, the pigeon fancies are
cancelled to do at the Aidensfield Arms.

And that's a crime?

They go into Greengrasses instead.

Well, it looks like being
a long steak, Bellamy.

You weren't doing
anything tonight, were you?

No, Sarge.

Good.

Looking for something?

Yeah, yeah, found it.

This place is going down a
storm in the London clubs.

How about giving it a spin up here?

Right now, if you want.

You're on air in two minutes.

This is J.K., the Pirate King.

Stay tuned for a new boy, Nicky Stewart.

♪ Goodbye, that's a shame ♪

♪ Baby, there's no truth left ♪

Do you have to listen to that rubbish?

Work, Sarge.

Just monitoring the output.

We've two hours of the latest sounds
ahead, but first it's dedication time.

Hey, it's Nick.

He sounds good, doesn't he, Sarge?

No comment.

Yeah, so from me and Nicky Stewart,
not so much a rocking DJ as one who goes

with the tide, I'd like to
say a big hello to Phil.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

And a hello to Alf.

And a big hello to Uncle Oscar.

And this one is especially for
Claude Greengrass, the Scaffold.

You're doing a great job, Nicky.

I'm around until eight.

Are you going ashore?

Yeah, for dates that can't be broken.

You're going every port, then?

You know how it is.

Yeah, yeah, fighting them off, me.

Shouldn't we have brought
customs and excise on this, Sarge?

Under normal circumstances, Bellamy.

But we've luckily just stumbled
on this still, haven't we?

Huh?

Twenty years I've waited for this.

One thousand pounds.

What?

Well, that's the fine for
running an illegal still.

But Greengrass hasn't
got a thousand pounds.

Or a spell in the Nick if
the offender can't pay.

Hey, up, here he comes.

I've got you, Greengrass.

You're listening to Radio North.

The time is eight o'clock.

But, oh, did I really say that?
Sorry, I meant to say it's only seven o'

clock out there in wonderful Whitby.

But offshore we're having such a
great time, it's easy to lose track.

Especially when we're
playing such fab music.

Eight o'clock. Whitby.

I'd start eating carrots if
I were you, Greengrass.

You're going to need to see me
in the dark for a very long time.

What are you on about?

A car-starring case
against you does

not go up in smoke
because of an accident.

You must be puddled, you.

It happens to be my livelihood.

I'm not likely to set
fire to it myself, am I?

Move it, Bellamy.

Otherwise you'll have
to arrest me for as*ault.

Who you going to hit, Sarge?

I haven't decided yet.

Control to Delta Alpha Two Zero.

Yes, Ventress.

We're on, Sarge. Eight o'clock, Whitby.

Right, out.

Greengrass, I'll be back.

I'll be out.

Okay.

Jamie tells me you've been
working the discos in London.

Yeah, until last week.

All right.

Jamie?

Sorry, I forgot. I'm supposed to
have a date with a girl in Whitby.

That's bad luck, my friend.

Hey, play her request.

Could you take her a message?

You'll be late.

Plenty more fish in the sea, I think.

Bye, Nick.

Clear as day, Sarge. Eight o'clock, Whitby.

Right after the code record.
Just as we arranged.

Excellent.

Everything okay up at Greengrass's place?

Shut up, Ventress.

Right.

We'll just wait till our DJ clears
customs and then follow him.

Pick up the next link in the chain.
You got your civvies with you?

In the car, Sarge.

I'm putting my trust in you, Bellamy,

'cause the thought of you
being in the car is a real shame.

I'm putting my trust in you, Bellamy,

'cause the thought of
Ventress in a pair of hipsters

dancing the night away in a
disco... fills me with horror.

How are you doing?

Fine, thanks.

Yeah, well, I wanted Jamie to
take a message to Shaw for me.

I'm supposed to be
meeting a girl in Whitby.

Too bad he hasn't gone to Whitby.

Well, where else would he
be going with a box of records?

Maybe it would be
better if you didn't either.

I'm only being curious, if I'm missing
out on some nightlife somewhere.

Robin Hood's Bay.
That's where the tender's gone.

It's not where I'd go
looking for nightlife.

OK, we, er... We've got a
slight change of plan here.

I was going to play
Sitting On The Dock Of

The Bay, but it seems
to have gone missing,

so instead we've got five more
records taking us down to the news.

And the first one is... Go Now.

Chip's out.

That was it.

Pickled onion.

That was the code for a change of plan.

I know.

Well, have you worked it out yet?

Shut up. I'm thinking.

♪ You want to be with me
♪ But if you've got to go... ♪

♪ It's all right ♪ But
if you've got to go... ♪

He said five records
going down to the news.

Well, that means that Jamie's
headed for five miles south of Whitby.

Well, that'll be, er...
Robin Hood's Bay.

There's nowhere else.

Right, Ventress, let's go.

Follow me.

♪ Ain't got any respect ♪
But if you've got to go... ♪

♪ It's all right ♪ But if
you've got to go ♪ Go now

♪ Or else you've got to stay all night... ♪

Jamie, turn back! The police are on to you!

You're out of your depth, Nicky.

You heard the man, moron!

Back to the ship and now!

♪ ...what time it is ♪ Tell me what
time it is ♪ But if you've got to go

♪ Well, it's all right... ♪

He's been rumbled. We'll have to go back.

♪ Go now ♪ Or else you've
got to stay all night... ♪.

Hans!

I'm afraid he can't help you, Jamie.

So, you're the fuzz, then?

Don't do anything silly, all right?

Nothing you can do about it, Nick.

We're outside the Three Miles box.

I've had a word with the skipper.

We're inside it now.

♪ Well, it's all right ♪ But if
you've got to go ♪ Go now

♪ Or else you've got to stay all night... ♪

Right.

And this is Radio North, closing down.

Well, I was wanting to be a DJ.

It's the two dealers,
Sarge, and a box full of LSD.

You were supposed to call the Coast Guard.

That's what we agreed.

Was it?

So they could tow you in.

Thanks to you, Rowan, we've
lost that blasted radio ship.

Sorry, Sarge.
In all the excitement, I forgot that bit.

Bittersweet, Rowan. Bittersweet.

We did gather drug dealers, though, Sarge.

And Greengrass won't be making
any more of his illegal hooch.

Shut up, Ventress.

Yes, Sarge.

Hello, Ted.

They've got them.

The men who supplied the dr*gs?

Yeah, the police phoned last night.

I know it won't bring
Joe back, but at least

the men who k*lled
him are behind bars.

This came from him this morning.

From the Paras?

Maybe he would have
turned out all right after all, eh?

You sure you don't fancy coming back, Nick?

You're starting to sound
quite good out there.

No, I think my days as a
rock jocker are over, thanks.

Your days might be numbered.
I hear they're changing the law.

Yeah, well, if I can get
a bit more experience

while we're looking
for new backers,

I'll pull the tape together.
Might even send it to the BBC.

I can just see you as
the next Jack DiMaggio.

Thanks a bunch, sis.

Bye. Bye.

Thanks.

Look after her, Nick.

I'll try. She doesn't make it very easy.

♪ Heartbeat, why do you
miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory?