06x07 - Snapped

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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?

Right, is that for table two?
I'll take that, thank you.

Now you've served table six
with coffee, they're still waiting.

Mr and Mrs Clegg,
everything to your satisfaction.

Thank you very much indeed, good night now.

Hey, come on, chop chop.

Go on, get up and quickly.

He's still looking for snoopers.

Whenever you leave here you look
both ways, like a man with a guilty secret.

No guilt and no secret.

Are you sure?

I can't wait for the weekend.
Good to get away.

Oh yeah, oh I forgot to tell you, I had
confirmation from the hotel and they

're expecting us in time for dinner.

Well that sounds fine. I'd better
go, let you get your beauty sleep.

Good night.

There's a crack up in the ceiling
and the kitchen sink is leaking.

Hang on, just a minute, a minute.

Come in, it's open.

Hello Gord.

Mate, I didn't expect to
see you around so soon.

Well it's not so often I get an
SOS to come round here, is it?

What's wrong?

I've got something up my nail, I
don't know what it is but it's tinting off,

making it throb, it's like, you know.

You dragged me round
here for a finger Claude.

Oh come on, let's take a look at it.

Oh careful, what have I done to
deserve such an angel of mercy?

Paid your taxes I assume.

That'll be the day.

Oh, I think it's down
the side somewhere

but wherever it
is, oh I don't know.

Quite a mess.

Aye, lucky I spotted it, otherwise
it would have been a lot worse.

My car could have gone up for a start.

Mr Webster?

Yes Mrs McKenva.

PC Rowan to see you.

Oh thank you.

Good morning constable.

Morning.

Oh Mrs McKenva.

Yes sir.

Where's Rogers?

He's doing the stairs.

Still?

It's time to get down here
now, start clearing this mess.

Yes sir.

You know, I might be able to use it.

What?

You'd be surprised what makes
a good background for a picture.

No thank you, I'd
rather people didn't

associate my hotel
with child remains.

Mr Janson is a fashion
photographer constable.

Oh right.

Yeah, he's up from London
to look for locations for a sh**t.

That's what your fellas say?

sh**t, yeah.

It's a glamorous job Mr Janson.

I've worked in too many god
forsaken places to go along with that.

He's just being modest constable.

He told me that last week he
was drinking with David Bailey.

Even I've heard of him.

David Bailey, eh?

Well there's a group of us, you
know, we drink in the cat's cradle.

It's the snapper's bar in Bannersey.

Oh Rogers, what's the matter with you?

Chop chop.

I thought you were waiting for
the insurance man Mr Webster.

He's been and gone man.

Come on, get on with it.

Well Mr Janson, I suggest you have
a look round the house while I talk to

constable Rowan.

Okay, fine, I'll do that.

Ciao.

Nice meeting you.

This was something of a shock.

Did the fire brigade say what caused it?

Faulty wiring, they thought.

So how can I help?

I want you to get to the
bottom of it constable.

I'm not convinced it
was an accident, you see.

And this is the billiard room?

Yeah, yeah, I like it.

Hey, that's going to work, that's nice.

Yeah, okay, you can see that happening.

Baby!

Woah.

This is it.

Yeah, I like it.

So, when my father died, death
duty has meant I either had to sell this

house or turn it into a
money making venture.

Well you seem to be building a reputation.

Locally perhaps, but that's not enough.

You attract a much wider public.

Now this photographer fella,
he might help us with that.

I give him access to the
hotel in return for publicity.

That sounds like good business.

Now, about this fire.

Oh, aye, sorry.

Well, when the house became a
hotel, I took on most of my father's staff,

including Brian Rogers.

And what's his job?

General Dog's buddy.

He's not the brightest.

But my father had a soft spot for him.

You haven't?

Oh no.

I'm sure the feeling's mutual, constable.

Too many incidents have occurred
which in my view cannot be put down to bad

luck or carelessness.

Faulty wiring may
have sparked the fire,

but it was paraffin
that spurred it on.

You suspect him?

I can't prove anything.

So what motive could he have?

I've told you, my father
was very fond of him.

Became dependent upon
him when he was infirm.

I wasn't here.
Business commitments and so on.

But when I took over, I think that
Rogers became deeply resentful.

What you're describing, Mr. Webster,
sounds more like personnel problems

than a police matter.

What I'm describing, constable, is a
series of malicious acts which I want

investigating, and urgently.

Oh, that's nice, Claude.

Yeah, yeah. She is nice, isn't it?

It's very unusual. Where's it from?

Same place I got that thing off me finger.

Around the back of a settee
when I was doing house clearance.

Have to be more careful
in the future, Claude.

Hey, Maggie, I don't like
asking personal questions.

Good, because I don't like answering them.

No, seriously, I've
never understood how a

lovely lady like you
hasn't got an escort.

An escort? What for?

Pour you drinks, open doors,
tell you if your seams are straight.

And you don't muck about with these
penniless young blokes, you know.

You want to find
somebody a bit more mature.

Oh, really?

Ah, well, they're much
less demanding, you know.

We've usually got a few, Bob.

Well, I'll keep my eyes open, Claude.

You do that.

Were you here when it started?

In the kitchens.

Yeah, well, the
fire brigade said it

looked like wires
set the paraffin off.

Seems likely.

Really?

Odds on.

I told the boss it was in a bad state.

Was the paraffin always kept on this shelf?

Long as I've been here.

Well, things must have changed
a bit since old Mr Webster died.

What was he like?

Like?

Yeah.

He was the best.

You got on well with him?

Yeah.

How about Mr Webster Jr.?

Did he get on with his father?

I don't know. He were hardly ever here.

Well, he is now.

Keeping you busy by the looks of things.

I don't complain.

You don't, do you?

He doesn't like me bumping into visitors.

Hotel guests?

Says I give the wrong impression.

Hello.

Oh, good morning.

And how's Katie?
Nick said she was a bit off colour.

Oh, he's a specialist in false alarms.
She's fine.

She certainly looks it, don't you?

I'm in a bit of a rush. Will you
tell Nick that I'll see him tomorrow?

Oh, hasn't he told you?
He's going away for the weekend.

Oh. Well, I'll see him when I see him then.
Bye.

Bye.

And it's not on the slate.

That's a fancy affair Maggie's
put on your finger, Claude.

Do they do a matching eye patch?

Yeah, if you're not careful
you'll be wearing one.

Who's that chap through there with Gina?

Oh, it's some
photographer who wants to

use the pub as
background of some sort.

Gina's all in a muck sweat about it.

I wanted to be a fashion
model right from junior school.

You'd do very well.

No, they're so skinny now.

Yeah, too skinny.
You should have persevered.

You're a talented girl, I can tell.

I'll tell you what, if your uncle
will play ball I'll see if I can squeeze

you into the frame.

Leave him to me. How long will you need?

Half an hour maximum.

I'll see what I can do.

Gina! Who's that over there?

Claude Greengrass.

Does he turn up here often?

Like a bad penny.
But we can always ban him for the day.

No, no, no, that's the sort
of local colour that I'm after.

Well, in my opinion, Sarge, we
should file a report and leave it at that.

This Webster character can make a
lot of noise, Rowan. Are you sure he's

barking up the wrong tree?

I'd say Brian Rogers hasn't got a
malicious bone in his body, Sarge.

And what about the previous
incidents of so-called sabotage?

Like a broken pipe, flooded bathroom,
badly felled tree, or run-of-the-mill

domestic disaster, Sarge.

Now, Rogers may be slow-witted...
But you don't see him as a saboteur.

Gina, same again for Mr Greengrass, please.

Yep.

Now, I may be wrong,
but you don't appear

to be a man ruled by
the whims of fashion.

Oh, well, it's best
not to let people think

you've got out,
especially in my business.

And your business is?

A little bit of buying and
selling, you know, antiques.

Antiques? Hey, that's big business now.

I do objects, darts and
all, so if you want to...

You know, bits
of jewellery, stuff

like that. I've usually
got some in stock.

Oh, right. Now, what I thought, Mr
Greengrass, was that you represented the

unchanging face of the countryside.

He's looking for local colour, Claude.

I just want to take a few photographs, sir.
Yeah?

You as you are, you and the dog.

The dog?

Yeah, perfect accessory. Models
to the fore, smart as paint, you in the

background, result... Dynamite!

Dynamite!

Yeah, I'm sorry to ask, but is there
likely to be any money scattered in

this expl*si*n?

It's not like for
me, you know, it's

really for Alfred. He's
not been that well.

I'd like to put him on a bit better diet.

Look, it's only off an hour, and
he said I could be in some of them.

Well, you've dozens of snaps in your album.

These are not snaps.

What are they, then?

The proper photographs. And they
don't go in albums, they go in portfolios.

I bumped into Jo in the village.
She seemed to think she was seeing you at

the weekend, but I told
her that you were away.

Does it do her right?

Yeah.

And it's not really for me to tell people
where you are or what you're doing

. She might not want them to know.

Jo knows about the weekend, Eileen.

Oh, she seems surprised.

Well, maybe, but not about that.

What, then?

Well, she was probably
surprised that I hadn't told you.

Told me what?

Well, that it's Jo I'm going with.

Oh, I wish you'd said.
I must have seemed very foolish.

I'm sorry, Eileen, I didn't
know what you'd think.

Good heavens, you're both adults.
What does it matter what anybody thinks?

Well, you're not anybody.

Anyway, I hope you'll have a nice time.
It'll do you good to get away for a

day or two.

Have Andrew's shirts ready?

It's a double room for
the ninth. Thank you,

sir. Yes, we look
forward to seeing you.

Bye now, thank you.

Ah, good morning, Mrs. Clegg, Mr. Clegg.

Oh, oh, oh!

Idiot! This time you nearly k*lled someone.

What?

I have just sent a guest to hospital.
He slipped on some loose stair carpet

and fell from top to bottom.

Stair carpet, remember?
The one you were supposed to have fixed.

I did.

It was loose!

Well, I checked every tread.

Then you should have double checked.

Well, you took me off it.
You wanted me to clear out the work shed.

I don't give a damn where I wanted you.
You're finished.

What?

You're sacked. Get your things and get out.

Who?

You deaf lad.

Oh, Mr. Webster said... Oh,
Mr. Webster isn't here anymore.

But he said... Shut up!

Get out! Go!

Don't you know that no one
alive can always be an angel?

When things go wrong, I seem to be bad.

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good.

Oh, Lord, please don't
let me be misunderstood.

Every evening, when all my days were
pursued, I'd call my baby and ask her

what she would do.

I met some movers,
she don't seem to be kind.

And then she asked me, "Why don't I
come to her flat and have some supper?"

And at the evening
past five, I'm making

records, whistling
as a groovy high five.

I said, "Yeah, yeah."
That's what I say. I said, "Yeah, yeah."

My baby loves me.
She gets me feeling so fine.

She loves me.
She makes me know that she's mine.

And when she kisses,
I feel the fire get hot.

She knew I missed it.
She gives it all that she's got.

And when she asks me if
everything is okay, I got my answer.

The only thing I can
say, I say, "Yeah, yeah."

That's what I say. I say, "Yeah, yeah."

We play a melody and turn the
lights down, all sort of nuggets.

We gotta do that. We gotta do that.

We gotta do that. We gotta do that.

There'll be no one else alive in
all the world except you and me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Pretty baby, I never
need you to throw.

It's hard to tell you
because I'm trembling.

Pretty baby, I want you all for my own.

I'm ready to give you
all for what you want.

Don't need to ask me if everything is okay.
I got my answer.

The only thing I can
say, I say, "Yeah, yeah."

That's what I say. I say, "Yeah, yeah."

Hello.

I heard that you saw Eileen.

Yes, you haven't told her.

What, I've told her now?

No guilt, no secrets, you said.

I was just waiting for the
right moment, that's all.

She knows now, so everything's fine.

I'll try and get away by about
half past three this afternoon.

Pick you up at four?

I'll be ready and waiting.

There's something happening in Georgiani.

I'm going to have to go and check.

I'm going to have to go and check.

I'm going to have to go and check.

All right, let's do it.

The Carnaby Street Cubs, Aidensfield.
Let's go for it.

I'll have a look.

I'll be back in a minute.

All right, coming in.

That's gorgeous, yeah, I love it.

Okay.

Excuse me, sir, would you mind?

Excuse me, sir.
Yeah, we're doing a sh**t here.

Just a couple of seconds. Just to the left.

Would you just like to
just move out of the way?

Thanks a lot. That's special.

Well, use your laser.
What the f*ck was that?

Okay, that's nice, yes.

All right, Michelle, darling,
you say it to me now.

That's gorgeous.

As you are. That's nice.

Okay, that's it. Hold the key.

Okay.

All right, Michelle, darling.

Well, aren't you going to do something?

What do you suggest?

It's disgusting.

Fashion models, they call them.

Well, I know better.

I wear more in the
bath than they've got on.

You should save some of that for later.

What?

I reckon you've had enough, mate.

Yeah.

Right. Number .

.

That's what I said, .
You're deaf or something.

No, but you're drunk.

Stop this car.
I'm getting out. Stop the car.

It has stopped.

I don't have to put up with this.
I'll walk.

Look, you're here. You're here. Number .

Look, that's three pounds,
seven and six, you owe me.

Look, come on. Where's my fare?

Right.

Hey, I'm talking to you, pal.

Leave me alone!

All of you!

Leave me alone!

The place where God wiped his feet.

You must be joking.

Yeah, well, let's just see, shall we?

You have really done it this time.

Hey, have I ever let you down?

Yes.

Understood.

I'll send someone over straight away.

If those girls turned sideways, you
wouldn't have seen anything at all.

I didn't see much.

But what I saw, I liked.

There's more meat on the butcher's biro.

Roy!

Sir?

Brian Rogers.

The lad you were telling
me about yesterday.

The one that you said
wouldn't say boo to a goose.

Well, he's just threatened a
taxi driver with a broken bottle.

If pushed, they can get changed
in the Van, but if you've got a space,

anywhere will do.

Yeah, outside Lavee.

The pigs die, the fridge, anywhere really.

Great sense of humour, these girls.

I can tell that.

You use the kitchen if you want,
as long as you wipe your feet.

Mind you, I might have
to pop in now and again,

but as long as they both shut their
eyes, there shouldn't be any problems.

Where do you want me?

Er... Have a look,
plough, perhaps.

Plough? Yeah, right.

I tell you, I've had them drunk
before, but never like this one.

He's crackers, if you ask me.

So how much does he owe you?

£ . .

Has he got the money?

How do I know?
All he put my way was a broken bottle.

So what was he doing in Whitby?

Getting drunk, what else?

Oh, apparently he's just got the sack.

He's been sacked?

Yeah. This morning, he said.

Mr Rogers?

Push off!

It's PC Rowan, Mr Rogers.
I need to talk to you.

Get lost!

Can you open the door, please?

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

You want me to come to the door?

I'll come to the door!

I'll come to the door and bring a friend!

Come on, let's sort this out, please.

Get back!

Go on!

All right, steady.

Get back, all of you!

OK, we're going.

Go on, go!

Leave me alone!

Where's the green glass?

Get your hand up there.

Mind the break! Mind the break!

Don't put your foot down the break!

If you go down, Neil, I'll just...
Hang on, I'll just... I'll just...

Toss your head back a little bit.

Oh, shit!

There you are.

Lovely.

That's the shot.

That's close. That is beautiful.

You are a natural.

I'm just going to come
round here for a couple more.

That's it.
Just get the dog's head around the tracks.

That's the shot. Love it.

OK, thanks a lot, Mr Greenglass.

OK, girls, come on.
We've got what we came for.

Let's move it.

About time!

Excuse me?

What about the settling up?

Yeah, we'll sort it out
down at the pub later.

What time?

See you there, then. Bye.

Right, what's happening?

There's still no change, Sarge.

I think we should hold
tight and let them sleep it off.

A police officer's been threatened
with an offensive w*apon.

Holding tight is not an option. Who's this?

Factory driver, sir.

Hey, he's crackers in there,
Sarge, and he's not just drunk.

PC Rowan is appraising
me of the situation, sir,

so if you'll excuse us,
we'll get on with the job.

Right, I want one man at
the front, one at the back,

one to control these moronic spectators.

Sarge, we've got a manic drunk
in there waving a g*n around.

Wouldn't it be safer to get a dog in?

A dog?

Yeah, nothing sobers
a man up faster than

a set of jaws locked
to his soft parts.

We don't have a dog, Bellamy.

North Adlerton have. I'll call them.

And say we can't get a nutter to
pay his taxi fare without their help.

Get a grip, Fentress.

Better?

Mr. Rogers, this is
Sergeant Blaketon.

Push off! Open the
door. You think I 'm

stupid? You think I'm an idiot?
If you open the door, it'll be much better

for you. Better for me? Liar!
Now just put the g*n down and come

outside. Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Come outside quietly. No, no, no, no!

Nick's probably right, Sarge. Let
him sleep it off. He's not making a fool

of me in front of that lot.
We'll break the door down, Bellamy.

Sarge, Greengrass thinks he might be
able to help. We've already got one mad

drunk. I know the lad. He knows the
family, Sarge. Does he? So what have you

got for us, Greengrass?

From what I can hear, he's not listening
to your lot. What of it? I sent for

his mother. I listened to her. She'd
frightened Rocky Marciano. Where is she

then? She works at the

Wall Miller, name's Avis. Well, it
doesn't happen often, but the horrible

Oracle might have spoken some sense.
Well, let's cancel the sledgehammer.

Bellamy, bring in the mother. Sarge.

Yes. Use the Devonshire room on the left.
Lovely ladies, Mr. Johnson. Yeah,

and very professional. Well, the place
is yours. Just make sure you get our

name into the pictures somewhere.

I'll do my best.

Avis Rogers, Sarge. Mrs. Rogers.
Your man's told me what's been going on.

Good. He's got sack from Webster's,
he tells me. We've only got the taxi

driver's worth of
that, Mrs. Rogers.

I'll give him sack
when I get hold of him.

Well, the situation is this. The
situation is he's jobless and drunk. Well,

yes. I'm T-Total, so he's not picked
it up from me. His father can answer

for that, if you can find the old soak.
Well, we're not here to apportion

blame, Mrs. Rogers. Your son has
threatened a police officer with a g*n. He

's in serious trouble.

Listen, that g*n was made safe years ago.
It hasn't fired a shot since Boer

w*r. Just go easy on him, eh? Go
easy on him? I'm his mother. Well, when I

saw him yesterday, he seemed under
a lot of pressure. Was it you who got him

the sack? Well, not that I'm aware of, no.
Well, if you want to sort this

out, you better all stand back.

Brian? Brian, love, it's me. Open
door, Brian. At least talk to me, Brian.

Brian? What do you reckon? I'd say
she's half his problem. Are you in a

hurry or something? Yeah, I could
be if this goes on. Well, we should have

her whip round and pay for his taxi,
call the drawer and call you home.

Okay, let's just have our waiter
offering the lady the manor a glass of her

favourite tipple. There, that's nice, okay.
That's good. Just, Darren, can

you just hold the glasses around us?
That's the one, that's nice, yeah.

Beautiful. Okay, we can lose you for
the moment now. I want to come round

here, darling, okay, babes? Give us
a bit of marrying, come on, babe. Let's

go for it. That's gorgeous. Eat your
heart out, Mr. Rose. Alright, yeah.

Okay, we'll come down a little bit
lower here. That's nice. Okay, pop the

wings off, baby, pop it. Yes, that's
gorgeous. No problem. A little bit of

this Rose right there, that's good.
Right there, just to you, adorn.

Beautiful.

Right, let's, um, put your foot beside
that. Put your foot beside the door,

that's right. Just shift a little bit.
Okay, there's your expl*si*n. There

we go. That's it. Okay!

Come on, son, talk to me. Brian!
You're not asleep, so don't make out you

are. I know you, Brian. I know you.

This is my house! Let me in this instant!
I'm not sure this is a good idea.

Ah, nor am I. Let's get rid of her.
I mean now, Brian! I said now, Brian!

Now!

There you are. Hey, what did I tell you?
That tongue of cutthroat boiler

plate.
Well, let's hope that's the problem sorted.

I think it's called for a bit of a dip
into the police hospitality fund, isn

't it? For a drink for them to
sort it out for you. Not so fast.

Sarge?

f*cking brain! That stupid brain! Stupid!

That's what I said, a dog. And unless
it's got the nouse of Lassie, I want

the handler to come with it. Out!

What's happening?

Well, he's not a sound, Sarge.

And why is that, do you think?

That's anyone's guess.

Well, you're the only one
to spend any time with it.

Only when he was sober.

Ventress!

Yes, Sarge?

I want that crowd moved now.

If you want to, that's I'll be in the pub.

Back down the road.

Right, so where does this leave me?

You're in the shot, sir. Stay well clear.

What about my money?

Not our concern.
Not now we've got a m*rder inquiry.

Oh, great, yeah.
Yeah, thanks. Thanks a lot.

Ladies, let me help you with all this.

Oh, no, thanks. You wouldn't know
it, but they're all in order. They have to

go back on the rail just right.

Oh, I see.

Get him a motor.

Nice motor, Mr Webster.

Oh, do you like it?

I certainly do.

That is my pride and joy.

I bet.

Me and Sylvia would love a ride in it.

Then why not?

You would?

Of course, it'd be my pleasure.
As soon as you're ready.

Smashing.

It'll make a nice change from
travelling in his old tin can.

Mr Webster?

Yes, Mrs McKinva.

Where are they going?

Soon, Mrs McKinva. They're going soon.

Only, I would like to get
things back to normal.

Yes, yes. But for
the moment, find a

good book, a quiet
spot and stop fuss ing.

We'd best try around the back again.

Oh, no point, Sarge. Definitely no access.

Well, perhaps if we
got into next door's

loft, you could crawl
through, Vent ress.

Well, I'll just check again. Make sure.

Rowan, have another go at the letterbox.

Brian, it's Nick Rowan again.

We know you've got
problems. If you just

want to talk about
it, you and me, Brian.

Well, just let us know if you're all right.

Mercy.

Pretty woman, won't you pardon me?

Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see.

Pretty woman, you look lovely as can be.

Are you lonely just like me?

Pretty woman, talk a while.
Pretty woman, talk a while.

Pretty woman, give your smile to me.

Mrs. Rogers? Can you hear me, Mrs. Rogers?

Brian, is your mother all right?
We need to know.

Mrs. Rogers, are you all right?

Mrs. Rogers?

You all right?

Mrs. Rogers?

Can you hear me, Mrs. Rogers?

Sarge, looks like he's
got her in the back room.

Well, I've just had a word with Webster's
housekeeper. They've had some valu

ables nicked from the hotel, so
you'd best go and have a word with her.

Well, now?
What, anything could happen here, Sarge?

We're doing nothing more till the dog
angler arrives. Now, get on your bike.

Come on, keep this passage clear. Come on.

Hey, George, what are you doing
gawping with this lot? Haven't you got any

bottles to count?

Gina got me to agree to let some
photographer use the pub. I'm keeping well

clear of that, circus.

Come on, get back.

What do you think?

Very nice. How much of it?

Does it fit?

Hey, it certainly does, yeah.
Looks fantastic.

Really?

Yeah.

Right, now, Michelle, darling,
let's have you behind the bar. Yeah?

Sylvie, you too?
Yeah? OK. Now, Gina,

on the bar stool, yeah?
Miss Sophistic ate.

So, would you like to sit yourself there?
That's looking good.

We can have drinks, yeah?

No, not really. I'm not even open.

Well, I can't photograph
a bar without drinks.

Come on, everybody, drinks are on me!

Come on, let me come. Let's eat.

It's a soft drink, Sylvie.

Hi.

Jo. It looks like I'm going to be held up.

Why? What's happened?

Some bloke's flipped his lid and taken
his mother hostage. He's got an old

service revolver.

What are you going to do?

Brayton's waiting for the dog handler
to arrive. I've been called out on

another job at the back there.

Have you any idea how
long you're going to be?

I'm more or less stuck
until something happens.

Nick, is this man dangerous?

We don't know.

Stupid question, I suppose.

Well, I'll see you when I see you.

Yeah, hopefully it won't be too long.

Of course, I can't be
certain that they are involved.

People wander in and out of the hotel.

I even thought that Brian
had something to do with it.

And why's that?

Mr Webster dismissed him this morning.

Oh, the poor boy. He was...
He was devastated.

Right, come on, everybody, let's
go around the bar for a group photo.

Mr Webster, straight down the lens.

Actually, I really must
be getting away now.

No, no, no, we really must
have you in this, Mr Webster.

No, actually, I really must...
Please, don't be camera shy.

All right, that's nice.
Everybody nice and relaxed.

OK, this way, straight down the lens.

Girls, can you just tuck
yourselves in a bit? That's it.

Tuck yourselves in.
Just a little bit more. Tuck yourselves in.

Everybody this way. Everybody this way.

That's it. That's nice.

That's great. OK, everybody.

I thought this was for
Vogue, not Farmers Weekly.

That's better.
Right, lift your glasses up a little bit.

Lift them up. That's it. Smile. Just relax.

Come on, a big nice country thought.

That's it. That's the one.

That's nice. OK, everybody this way.

Everybody... I don't believe it.

I've just run out of film.

Right, just let everybody
stay exactly where you are.

All right, I'll be back in one minute.

♪ Don't have to pack a thing ♪
Just get away ♪ Gotta go ♪ Get away

♪ Take a look at that deep blue
sea ♪ Don't you think it looks great

♪ Got a cloud that can see the
sky ♪ And the sun won't wait... ♪

Hey, I wish I had got a camera.

George, it's Nick.

That photographer, did
he make it to your place?

He's been, he's gone,
and so have my take-ins.

The right con artist.

I saw them driving off heading
south about three or four minutes ago.

Where's that ruddy dog handler?

Must be on his way.

Sarge, can I have a
go at talking to Rogers?

Can you ever go, Bellamy?

This is a hostage negotiation,
not a ride on the Big Dipper.

Well, read the manual.

Oh, you've read the manual, have you?

Well, in that case,
let's see if you

can get that lot to
give up and go home.

Still no sound from inside, Sarge.

♪ Gotta go ♪ I hope you're ready,
George ♪ Take a look outside

♪ Don't mind the weather, George
♪ Let's take a ride ♪ Get away

♪ We'll leave the
city, George ♪ They'll

have to stay ♪ Don't
have to pack a thing

♪ Just get away ♪
Gotta go ♪ Get away... ♪

Come on, we can take him on.

Don't be so stupid.

Shut up. Let's see what he wants.

♪ Don't you think you look great?

♪ Mmm.

♪ I've got a bright future in the sky... ♪

Hello again.

Constable, is there a problem?

You could say.
Is the back of the Van locked?

No. Why?

I'd like to look inside if
that's all right with you.

We're busted.

We could shift the bike and take off.

I'm split in. What?

Do what you want. I'm off.

♪ I know a little place
♪ Not far from town

♪ Gotta go ♪ It's a
kind of pretty place

♪ Don't you dare ♪ Get away... ♪

You can catch us or you can catch him.

♪ Decide to stay
♪ We'll know... ♪

Well, thank you. I think I'll do both.

♪ We've got a way
♪ Gotta get away ♪

Get away ♪ Gotta go
♪ Gotta go ♪ Get away

♪ Gotta go ♪ Get
away ♪ Get away.

♪ Get away ♪ Gotta go ♪ Get away ♪ Get
away ♪ Get away ♪ Gotta go ♪ Get away

You took your time, Constable.

This is a matter of life and death.

I want this situation
sorted out straight away.

Ventress, stand by with a sledgehammer.

Right.

Ready!

Brian's gone to sleep. I knew he would.

Anyone want a cup of tea?

Ventress... get back here.

Don't forget, four prisoners need
processing before you lot knock off.

Sarge, I've already done four hours over.
I was due to get away early.

Naturally, my heart is bleeding for
you, but this lad refuses to speak to

anyone but you.

Sarge, what it is to be popular, eh?

What was that, Bellamy?

Nothing, Sarge.

Oh, Rowan.

Tell me, how did you know this con
artist wasn't a photographer when you

first met him?

Well, he said he'd been drinking
with David Bailey in the Cat's Cradle.

It's a pub in London.

So?

So it was pulled down ages ago, Sarge.

So you knew he was a liar, but you
still let him turn over Webster's plates?

No, I knew he was dodgy, that's all, Sarge.

If we arrested everyone in the fashion
business for pretense, the prisons

would be full.

Like ours.

Brian.

How are you?

I'm OK.

Well, your friends at the
hotel are worried about you.

Are they?

I want my job back.

Well, that may not be possible, Brian.

I'm not used to drink.

It made me mad, I just sort of snapped.

I never thought the g*n would go off.

Do you believe me?

Yeah.

What will happen to me?

Well, that depends on the court.

Are you still feeling groggy?

Yeah.

When your head's a bit
clearer, we'll talk again, all right?

Only to you. I'll only talk to you.

Yeah, well, I have to be somewhere else.

No.

I won't be here.

Then that's no good.

I'd stay if I could.

Nobody else. I won't talk to nobody.

I have to go.

No, look.

These others don't know me.

You know I'm not like that.

You know me. You've treated me right.

Please.

All right.

You'll come back?

Yeah.

I'll be back.

I hope you realise it's
all been catalogued.

Catalogued?

My word.

Next you'll be telling
us you've got receipts.

You'll stick it in a box so I can take it.

This is all evidence, Greengrass.

You won't be seeing these for a while.

You are.

It'll give us time to check the
provenance of one or two of these items.

Check the what?

You know.

Where you nicked them from.

That's nearly libelous, that, Blake.

I'll pay good money for this lot.

And I'll be well insured because
there's a signed photo of Nelson there that

's worth over quid.

Are you sure, Claude?

Of course I'm sure.

Well, it'll have to have been taken
years before the camera was invented.

I thought you weren't coming.

You're not going in your uniform?

No.

Look, sorry about this.

Never mind, you're here now.

If we get going we can
still make something of it.

You can change here.

Joan.

I've got to go back to the station.

What, now?

Yeah.

Why?

Well, I've got no choice.

What's happened?

Well, we arrested
that man who took his

mother hostage and
I have to deal with it.

Well, can't somebody else do it?

No.

Why not?

He won't speak to anyone else.

Then that's the reason why you can't go?

Look, he's in deep trouble, Jo.

He's pleaded with me not to leave him.

I couldn't say no.

But you can to me.

Joan.

You said you had no choice.

Where's the job?

No, it isn't.

This isn't about the job.

It's about you.

Sorry?

You've been against this trip all along.

No, that's not true.

You didn't want anybody to know.

Look, we can rearrange the trip.

I'll make it up to you.

No.

It's over.

Look, it's my job.

I can't choose the way
things are going to happen.

We're finished.

You've made your choice.

Well, I'm sorry I spoiled your weekend.

I'm sorry I spoiled your weekend.