06x08 - Catch Us If You Can

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

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

It's off to beautiful overnight,
feeling kind to blow my mind.

Get on and meet the ducks with a bum.

They all come out to groom
about, nice and have fun and whistle.

I'll tell you what I'll do, what will I do.

I'd like to go there now.

You can miss on school.

You want to take a
seat, I'll bring them over.

Okay boys.

Oi, Gino.

No, no, no, no.

Dino.

This coffee.

What about it?

No, it's more sugar.

Hey, knock it off.

What's he talking about?

Now there's a suspicious
looking character if ever I saw one.

What do you reckon?

Will return with intent.

Definitely worth pulling in I'd say.

What's your game?

Oh, it's you is it?

What are you up to?

Well, if you must know,
I'm waiting for Mrs Ventress.

Robbed you in for a
bit of shopping, I shall.

If only that was all.

Still, I can't talk forever.

If you two gents will excuse me.

Do you get the impression he
can get away from us quick enough?

Yeah.

He must be up to something.

I bet you're going to find out what.

See you later, Nick.

Delta Alpha - to control.

I'm Richard Ward, I presume.

Reggie Rawlings.

And this will be the lovely Gina, will it?

Should we know you?

No, I wouldn't have thought so.

But I make a point of doing my
homework on all potential customers.

Customers?

Let me ask you a question, George.

I can call you George, can't I?

What is it, eh, that pulls the
punters into pubs these days?

The beer.

The beer.

Music, George.

The food of love.

You've been telling them that for ages.

What, you mean groups?

That sort of thing?

We can't afford out like that.

You no longer have to, thanks to
the white heat of modern technology.

And up to the minute,
state of the art jukebox.

That's what you have a
burning need of in here, folks.

You can say that again.

Gets more like a chapel arrest
by the minute in this place.

You're flogging these, eh?

Not flogging, George.

Leasing.

And at rates that are laughably low.

In fact, I'll be
honest with you, I

sometimes wonder
how I make it pay at all.

Can you describe them?

Well, big, you know.

And like I said, bikers, obviously.

Was there an argument?

No.

They just say something
about the coffee and

then... Why do people
do such things, eh?

Just imagine having one over
there in that corner, George.

Aye, and just imagine
the state my head will

be in with pop music
blaring out all day.

Not all day.

Only when people put money in.

% of which will be coming
to you, of course, George.

%?

Plus the fact that once word gets
round you'll have every youngster in Aid

ensfield here.

And they're the ones
with the money to spend.

And it'll help with the bigger rent.

I'm telling you, George, having a
jukebox in your pub these days is like

having a licence to print money.

It's a bit early in the day for this
kind of nonsense, isn't it, Rowan?

Well, that depends if you're looking
for trouble, Sarge, which these two

obviously were.

Did he manage to get the number
of the bikes they were riding?

No.

Oh, terrific.

Sarge!

What?

An Inspector Hackett called to see you.

Les Hackett?

What did he want?

Says he'll call back.

Right.

Who's Inspector Hackett?

Better known as Hacker Hackett.

The one the Chief Constable calls
when he wants some dirty work doing.

Oh, Reggie!

I thought I recognised that voice.

Claude!

I thought you were dead.

You old reprobate.

Just a rumour I put about
the people I owe money.

Make it as usual, please, Gina.

Make it a big one.

I tell you, you're in this
jukebox game now, are you?

Music is the growth industry now, Claude.

This is the swinging ' s, right?

Right, cheers.

All the very best to you, me old mate.

That's smashing, George, smashing.

It'll be here and installed
before the day's out.

Right.

Reg, look.

Come out here.

I suppose you'd
like to get your boxes

in all the pubs in the
area, wouldn't you?

Yeah, that's the idea.

I might be able to be a bit of help.

Well, that's very kind of you, Claude,
but you don't strike me as the sort

who knows much about
the pop scene, to be honest.

No, I know a lot about pubs.

Well, that's true, of course, and
I will need a Johnny on the spot.

You'll have to throw in transport as well.

Got that, we can use the lorry.

Right.

What about storage space?

Got that, use the cottage.

Right.

But I shall need some wages. You got them?

It's a long time since you and
me were on patrol together, Oscar.

More years than I care to remember, Liz.

You ever think about what comes next?

Well, I think maybe I've left it
a bit too late for a promotion.

Promotion?

I was thinking more in terms of retirement.

Well, I must admit it's not
something I've thought about yet.

But you should.

I mean, you do reach
a point, don't you,

when you're just going
through the motions.

You find that, do you, Liz?

Well, don't we all? If we're being
completely honest with ourselves.

And it just isn't good enough, Oscar.

Not for you, not for the service.

In fact, it is the first indication
that you need to start seriously

considering your future.

I see.

A room must be made,
Oscar, for these young Turks.

Snapping at our ageing heels.

Yes, I suppose so.

Trouble is, we never think
anybody's taking any notice, you see.

Only the trouble is,
somebody up there always is.

So is it better to jump or be pushed?

Come on, Alf. Put us out of our misery.

Out what?

The topper and tails job this morning.

Well, if you must know, our Gail's
getting married on the weekend.

I thought she was in Cardiff
being a nurse or something.

She is, but she's back with an
engagement ring on her finger.

Hey, she's not, er...

Is she?

Certainly not.

So what's the problem, then?

Well, you're not
paying for it all, are you?

Oh, I see.

Ah, going to be a knife and fork job, then?

Well, it was going to
be a quiet family affair.

Then Mrs Ventress found out the
lad had got a hyphen in his name.

Now she wants me to get a tent.

A tent?

Oh, Marquis.

Oh, it can't be easy, Nick,
being a father and a born skimflint.

See you again, then, Oscar.

Right, sir.

Soon, I hope.

Well?

Short of calls to make, are we?

Complaints to follow up?

And is there such a deathly
hush come over Aidensfield

that you feel the need to come
over here for company, Rowan?

Just leaving, Sarge.

What kind of an impression do
you think we gave Inspector Hackett?

When are you lot going to
start pulling your fingers out?

Evening.

Hiya, Nick.

Hello, Nick.

What's going on?

Oh, it's what's called
dragging George

kicking and screaming
into the th century.

According to Dina.

Ta.

Thanks.

Hello.

Hello, Nick.

I didn't expect to see you here.

How are you?

I'm all right. You?

Yeah, yeah, fine.

Good.

Shall we go and sit down, then?

Yeah. All right.

Excuse us.

Excuse us.

Pints of bitter, Nick?

Just a half, please, Gina.
I'm probably not stopping.

Right, then.
What do you fancy, ladies and gentlemen?

The Stones, Jefferson
Airplane, Procol Harum.

Have you got a Jimmy Shand record?

If he hasn't, he puts it on
you and me to deal with.

Put the swinging blue
jeans on, please, Reggie.

OK. One swinging blue
jeans number coming right up.

f*ck!

You've got to get your
hands in your pockets.

You know how to wake up the Stones
before you can f*ck another one?

Perhaps you could start us off cold.

You'll be lucky.

What you do, come here, darling.
I'll pull it in.

Come on, Nick.

There's two in the moment still, Nick.

Sorry, Gina. I have to go. Another time.

♪ I feel my fill now ♪ With
the hippie hippie shakes

I can't believe it's all over with you two.

Well, it is.

We seemed so right together.

What went wrong?

I don't know.

We arranged to go away together.

Then at the last minute, Nick backs out.

Why?

He said he was needed at the station.

You really can't blame him
for having to work long hours.

Goes with the territory, doesn't it?

I know that.

But this wasn't just about work.

I think he was using it as an excuse.

An excuse for what?

To get out of it.

He doesn't want to commit himself.

Are you sure you're not overreacting?

He was so happy with Kate.

It's hardly surprising that he's having
second thoughts about getting too

involved again.

Give it time.

If he's having serious
doubts, I'd rather get out now.

You're scared of getting hurt.

It's happened before.

You're back soon.

I thought I'd have an early night.

No good company in the pub, then?

Maggie was there with Jo.

Girls' night out, apparently.

Nick.

If you want to tell me to mind
my own business, feel free to.

But have you and Jo split up?

Yeah, looks like it.

Well, I suppose if you're not right
for each other, it's better to find out

sooner rather than
later, but... Why?

Well, I think she
suddenly realised

we're going out with
a policeman involved.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Right, got the keys?

Yeah.

In that case, I'll go and see if
I can quest another machine.

Hey!

Just drive carefully, this
is a very valuable antique.

Bit like you, Eggplant.

Morning!

Sorry, Claude, you're too late, I'm afraid.

I've not come for a drink, I've
come to empty the jukebox.

You've come to empty it?

Yeah.

Well, you're a bit previous.

I mean, there can't be more
than two quid in there yet.

Two quid?

Well, it hasn't been in hours.

I'd better check it anyway.

As long as you remember that
% of what you find is mine.

Only %?

If I had my way, I'd give you half.

Why, though?

Why what?

Well, why do I have to pay for everything?

Just because I'm the father of the bride.

It's what's called tradition, Alf.

Do you have any idea how
much it's cost me to rent that tent?

And I had to pay them in advance.

Put another record on, Alf.

That one's worn through to the B-side.

But it's unfair, isn't it?

I mean, his family could buy and sell me.

Well, it could be worse, you know, Alf.

If this was the Middle Ages, you'd have
to come up with four cows and a goat

just to get him to take her off your hands.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

You know what?

Tags!

Look at the state of him.

Why did I ever talk you into
getting that stupid jukebox?

Did you get a look at their faces, George?

Not really. It happened all too quick.

He wants to see a doctor
straight away, Nick. He's in shock.

Well, we'll talk later, George. All right.

Come on, George.

I'll drive you round there myself.

I'll come with you.

Oh, no. I don't believe it.

That's a third of my life and you're gone.

Don't you mean a sixth?

Who's done it?

Well, I was hoping one
of you could tell me that.

Well, how should we know?

Have you received any threats?

No.

Did you supply a jukebox to Dino's Diner?

I've never even heard of Dino's Diner.

Well, if you can think
of anyone who might

have it in for you,
then let me know, eh?

Well, I certainly will.

Are you sure you don't know who's done it?

I'm having a blind idea. I wish I had.

I wouldn't mind a word with him myself.

Have you had a claim on the insurance?

Why?
And which insurance would that be, then?

Don't tell me you're not insured.

That jukebox in there
hasn't been paid for yet.

None of them have.

It has to be the same two blokes, Sarge.

Too much of a coincidence not to be.

But why should they take it into their
heads to smash up two completely UN

connected sets of premises?

Well, they have the jukeboxes in common.

Oh, you think they
were the targets, do you?

Well, they took the biggest
hammering in both cases, Sarge.

Well, don't just stand there. Find out!

We're not paid to speculate.

Inspector Ackick wants results.

Right, Sarge.

About tonight's relief, Sarge,
can I swap with Bellamy?

Well, if it's all right with him.

Thanks, Sarge.

Ventress.

Special occasion, is it?

Oh, it's a stag party
for my future son-in-law.

Oh, well, I trust you'll
warn him if he isn't

careful he could
end up at the end of it

trouseless, on the
night train to Glasgow,

with a severe case
of alcoholic poisoning.

That's one of the reasons I'm going, Sarge.

To make sure that none of
those shenanigans are going on.

Mrs Ventress insisted on it.

A very wise woman, Mrs Ventress.

Obviously.

Yes, Sarge.

So we can definitely put you
down for one, then, Bertha?

As long as it's clearly understood
that if me regulars don't tech to it, you

'll tech it out again.

Have it in for a couple of weeks,
you'd be like the Warren in here.

The what?

The Warren! You know, that place in
Liverpool where all the pop groups go.

Oh, that.

Now, if you'd just sign here
on the dotted line, please, love.

Shhh.

Fancy you knowing about the Warren.

I'm not just a pretty face.

Obviously not, Claude. Obviously not.

Well, that was quick.

You like it, eh?

Yeah, yeah.

A big improvement on the last one, eh?

Well, I only saw the wreckage.

Is that the name of the supplier? LEW?

Live Entertainment or Whippy.
Very good people.

Well, they must have been
a bit upset about the last one.

Well, not really. They didn't supply it.

So what happened to the other people?

They went bust.

I mean, when I tell
them what's happened,

they don't even
bother to come round.

Have you still got an address for them?

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

So what you have to
ask yourself is this, Derek.

Is it worth poisoning yourself before
the most important day of your life?

I'll be careful, Mr Ventress.

Hey, that's handsome, that.

So when they try and
force it on you, just say no.

A whole of that and a ton of that.

This should say right.

I promised Gail I'd look
after you tonight, son.

Here we are, then.

Cheers, Mr Ventress.

Oh, thank you very much.

Cheers, son.

Cheers.

I understand you supplied
a jukebox to Dino's diner.

Yep, that's right.

You know it was smashed
up a couple of days ago.

Yeah. Dino phoned me about it.

You didn't make a fuss?

Well, what's the point?

I'm out of the jukebox game now.
Well out of it.

You found there's a better
living in this sort of thing, eh?

No, I just found that I couldn't
compete with the big boys.

And who would the big boys be?

Well, there's only one big boy in
this neck of the woods, Constable.

Is that a firm called LEW?

That's the one.

I think we're going to
make a few for the Internet.

I told you, Claude.
Stick with me. We'll

both be living in
the south of France.

Which reminds me, talking of accommodation,

there won't be a spare bed in your
place, you'll bear for a few days like.

Only seems silly wasting
money on bed and breakfast bills.

My place is a bit untidy at the moment.
I've lost me housekeeper.

But if you don't mind a bit of
mess, you can sleep on the sofa.

Of course, we have to come to
some sort of financial arrangement.

You're a hard man, Claude.

Listen, I'm off back down
the Edensfield Arms now.

See if I can unload that
last jukebox on George.

Are you coming or what?

No, I'll stop here. Keep me eye on things.

I mean, we don't want
any more trouble, do we?

I'll see you back at the ranch then.

All right.

Now then, young man. What's been a change?

There we are, Mr Ventress.

Oh, thank you very much.

Yeah, all right. Cheers for that, Charlie.

Yeah, I'll see you soon. Thanks. Bye.

What, you ringing Whit before?

I just seen if they know anything
about this jukebox firm, LEW.

And? Do they?

Yeah, it seems they're the
only supplier in the area now.

But we haven't had
any reports of their

machines being
vandalised. Funny, that.

Blamey, Dave.
No need to ask what sort of time he had.

Come on, Alf.

Come on.

Oh, that's it.

Oh, some young swine.

Makes me a bottle.

A bottle or a barrel?

Let's get him home.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I can't go home.

Mrs Ventress... will k*ll me.

He can't sleep here.

What a tolerant woman.

Never has been her strong point.

I know where we can put him.

No thanks, Reggie.
Not after today's experience.

But the Black Dog is backed.

They're fighting to put money into
the one I've just installed over there.

You can't blame him, Reggie,
for not wanting another one.

Look, you mustn't let
what happened put you off.

I've seen the future.

And it's full of bubs round
here making a fortune.

'Cause they've had the good sense to
take one of Reggie Rawlings' jukeboxes.

Oh, talk to him, Gina, love.

I'll try.

Well, don't take too long, will you?

'Cause, believe me, the
demand for our stuff is growing.

Practically by the hour.

You should be doing this, you know it.

Mrs Ventress, hello.

It's Philip here, from Ashfordly Police.

Oh, were you?

I'm sorry to ring so late.

Only, Alf asked me to call you.

You see, there's been this emergency.

It's an all-hands-on-deck job.

And he says to say
that he won't be home

until tomorrow
morning, at the earliest.

A word with him?

Well, I don't know
about that, Mrs Ventress.

You see, he's sort of... in
communicado at present.

Communicado at present.

When I wake up early in the
morning Lift my head I'm still yawning

When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed Float upstream Float upstream

Please don't wake me, no Don't
shake me, leave me Where I am.

I'm only sleeping Everybody
seems to think I'm lazy I don't mind

I think they're crazy Running everywhere
at such a speed 'Til they find...

What are you doing, Claude?

I'm waiting for a bus.
What does it look as if I'm doing?

I thought you'd be over
at the Black Dog by now.

Collecting our tech-ins from last night.

What's all the rush?

'Cos we need the money.

Urgently. Now come on, will ya?

I thought I was a partner.

Words fail me, Ventress.

Finished with my
woman 'Cos she's Jordan

Now me with my crime
People think I'm insane

Because I am drowning all the time.

But you don't have a shred of evidence
to suggest that these LEW people

are connected with what's been going on.

By all accounts, they're
a well-established firm.

Which is more than can be said
for this outfit that Greengrass has got

himself involved with.

But if all the small fry in the area
are being pressured out of business,

LEW are going to benefit.

And how come none of their
machines have been vandalised?

There's only been two
incidents of jukebox vandalism,

and they may be completely unconnected.

Well, it could be that only
two have been reported, Sarge.

What do you have in mind?

Well, I think it's worth a
trip over there, at least.

Well, if they are involved, they're
hardly likely to want to tell us about

it, are they?

Well, I could make out it was on business.
Collecting quotes.

And what about Whitby CID's
reaction when they discover you've been

operating on their patch?

Well, you would be winding
your neck out just a bit, Sarge.

I can understand your caution.

I have been known to take
the odd risk in my time, Rowan.

We're not just about passing out
parking tickets in Ashfordly, are we?

No, no, of course not, Sarge.

Yes, dear.

Yes, dear.

I'll try and sort it out.

Yes, straight away.

Well, you know that marquee
that we had ordered for tomorrow?

What about it?

Well, the people we ordered
it from, they haven't turned up.

So? Give them a ring.

Well, Mrs Ventress just did.
The line's unobtainable.

What, out of order?

Disconnected.
That's what the exchange said.

Well, I've got an address for them.

I'd best get round
there and sort things out.

Hey, what if Blaketon wants you?

Er, just tell him it's something
urgent's come up at home.

Matter of life and death, mine.

Anybody think you didn't trust me, Bertha?

I don't.

Right, now, I've got to give
you % of this, haven't I?

It's .

Come on. Who does know it's ?

Then why did you offer me ?

Well, you never know
who you're looking for.

Hello, Dad.

Am I the first I've heard about it?

How are you?

Hey, hey, if it's the
money after it, it's not mine.

It's only a few coppers
anyway. I mean, I'm

just... I'm nearly an
old-age pensioner.

Oh, we ain't come to Rob you, Dad.

Thank you very much.

Just to give you a message
for your boss, Reggie.

Reggie's not my boss.

Whatever he is, he's
getting under the feet.

And people who get under
our feet get trodden on hard.

Just tell him that, Forrest. All right?

Don't scare me.

I will not let myself be
intimidated by these people.

Oh, very good.

The only trouble is it's not
you they're intimidating, is it?

It's me.

Just one more delivery,
Claude, and then

you get what's coming
to you in wedges.

You're paying off the bank. Right?

Mr Rowan?

Yes? Anita Setters.

I'm managing director of LEW.

This is Andy Farley, my business
partner and senior sales director.

You're the one who's
planning on opening

a cafe over Ashfordly
Way, right, Mr Rowan?

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

And considering taking
one of our jukeboxes, I hope.

Well, that's what I like to hear.

You've been supplied with details of
our current rates, have you, Mr Rowan?

I have, yeah.

So what do you think?

Pretty competitive, considering
the quality of our product.

Well, not that competitive compared
to what I've already been offered.

Really?

Do you know a Reggie Rawlings?

Well, I can't say the name rings a bell.

Is he new in the area?

Yeah, just starting out, I think.

You'd be surprised how many
of them there are, Mr Rowan.

And even more surprised to learn
how many of them fall by the wayside,

as far as the customer is concerned.

How do you mean?

Well, if something goes
wrong with their equipment,

which it usually does
with these two-bit

operators, they just
haven't got the backup.

Could sometimes be a week
before they can replace it.

But that doesn't happen with you.

If one of our machines should
go on the blink, Mr Rowan,

you'll have another before the
day's out, and that's a promise.

So what do you think?

Yeah, well, why don't I do that, then?
Just think about it.

You'd be a fool if you didn't, Mr Rowan.

Can I keep these?

Of course.

Thank you.

Not at all.

Bye.

Ah, don't worry, love. He'll be back.

Where else is there to go?

What's he doing?

What's the way in?

Go on, if you're going.

Get off, you little d*ck.

That's not two lugs I
was telling you about.

What do you think you're playing at?

Well, go on.

What are you doing?

Get out, you little d*ck.

Watch out!

Bye, dogs.

What were they all about?

All that money gone for nothing.

Is the wedding still on for tomorrow?

Oh, aye, just about.

I found a room in a pub for the reception.

And a fat load of thanks
I got for that and all.

Which pub?

Um, well, you know the red line.

In Cemetery Road.

Not quite what the in-laws are
used to, according to Mrs Ventress.

How did you get involved
with these Marquis people?

Uh, well, a fancy brochure
was stuck through the letterbox.

Just after the engagement
announcement was made in the paper.

So that's how they're doing it.

We were deliberately run off
the road by this dirty great truck.

Well, did you get the number?

Hardly. I was a bit busy at the
time, trying to save our flaming lives.

Well, did either of you
see who was driving?

Two blokes who'd come up to me
this morning outside the Black Dog.

Inspector Hackett rang
while you were out, Sarge.

Well, he's not coming here, is he?

He said he'd call later.

Alf.

Is it something you think about?

Retirement.

Oh, all the time.

You mean you're looking forward to it?

Well, aren't we all?

What?

Ending up on some bowling green
somewhere with all the other grey old men?

Mind you, you still have your
family around you, don't you?

Well, drawbacks to everything, Sarge.

He's in a good mood, is he?

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

For the last time, Rowan, we're not
here to protect the business interests

of Claude Greengrass and his mate.

Well, they could have been k*lled, Sarge.

We should be so lucky.

Anyway, you still can't prove that
LEW had anything to do with this.

Well, I think I could, Sarge,
if you'd let me try something.

Hello, Gina.

Hiya, Nick.

I want you to do me a favour.

Right, in fact, two favours.

Well, I will if I can.

Well, firstly, how do you
fancy getting engaged?

Well, if that's a proposal of marriage,
I've heard more romantic ones.

Not to me, to a Fred Smith.

I've never even heard of a Fred Smith.

Well, neither have the
people who ripped off Alf.

Now, all you have to do is let me
put an advert in the evening post

announcing your engagement.

And then what?

Well, then you may or may not
get a brochure put through your door.

Now, if you don't, then nothing's lost.

But if you do, let me know, eh?

So, what's the second one?

I want you to ring someone for me.

These people.

LEW?

Yeah, well, just tell them that you
and George are interested in having one

of their jukeboxes.

I can't do that, Nick.

Me Uncle George said he definitely
won't have another one near the place.

But they don't know that, do they?

Good to see you again, Oscar.
How have you been?

Oh, never better, Les.
Never better. Rude with health.

Oh, good.

But for how much longer, Oscar?

I mean, that is the
question we do have

to ask ourselves
when we get to our age.

Remember our little chat the other day?

Yes.

Well, do you know, the more I thought
about it, the more it all made sense?

Really?

There's a moment.

In every man's life, Oscar,
when it's time to call it a day.

And I'm afraid, whether we like it or
not, that moment has finally arrived.

I see.

That's the final decision, is it?

It is.

So, exactly three months today, it
won't be Inspector Hackett any longer.

It'll be just plain Mr.

You... you mean...
Enough's enough, Oscar.

And I don't mind telling you now, it
was being able to talk it through so

frankly with an old and
valued friend like you,

that finally made me
realise I should retire.

Right.

I wish you well, Les.

I really wish you well.

Hi.

Hiya.

Andy Farley, Live Entertainment at Whitby.
We did say o'clock, I think.

We did, yeah. Now, me uncle George
has just popped out to the bank, but he

won't be long, so do you want
to take a seat while you wait?

Fine.

Would you like a drink?

Yeah, I'll have a small whiskey, please.

Right.

Mr. Farley, is it?

Oh, hello. You read our literature yet?

Yeah, yeah, I'm afraid that Reggie
Rawlins and Claude Greengrass still seem

to be over the edge.

Are they still working this area?

Yeah, going like a rocket. They've
just taken delivery of a load of new juke

boxes this morning.

Really?

Yeah, all the latest models. When I
saw what they had over at Greengrass'

place, my decision was made.

Oh, well. If anything should happen
to change your mind, though, you know

where to find us.

Yeah, right. Look, I'd better go.
Time is money.

I'll say.

Got a phone I can use, have you, lovey?

Yes.

Just help yourself.

Shit.

Off you go, then, lads.

Well, don't just sit there.
Lock that door. Go on!

Go!

Hey, move it!

Officer!

Thank God, there's something
definitely going on down there.

What, and you just happened to be passing?

Mind your head.

Well, it's nice to win one
for a change, eh, Sarge?

It bears out what I told you.

If you lot pull your fingers out a bit
more often, there's no limit to what

can be accomplished.

It's not going to be easy to tie
Farley in with all this. He claims he was

just passing.

Ah, he'll find himself some
smart, hallowed lawyer, I suppose.

Why don't I nip over
to Whitby and have

another word with his
partner of his, Sarge?

Good idea, Rowan. Off you go.

Oh, and Blake did.

What do you want, Greengrass?

Oh, I just wondered if there's
any danger money for us.

Danger money?

Yeah, danger money for us.
We're now lives on the line for your lot.

The only danger you've been in all
day, Greengrass, is the mortal danger you

're in at this moment.

From me.

It's a nice way to talk to the
people who pay your wages.

It's for the pick in this
area now, eh, Claude?

With LEW out of the frame, all we
want is a swift injection of capital and

then just watch our smoke.

I don't suppose you'd be interested?

You suppose right, Reggie. In fact,
I've got a little bit of advice for you.

Oh, aye? What's that?

I'm afraid most of it is rather obscene.

I tell you, I know nothing
of any intimidation.

Look, Mrs Setters,
we already have

your business partner
down at the station.

You didn't really think he'd carry
the can for all this on his own, did you?

What's he been saying?

Well, what do you think?

Gallantry went out of
fashion with King Arthur, right?

Look, this whole
business of burning

off the small fry was
his idea, not mine.

I was against it from the
start, made it clear that I was.

But you went along
with it just as long as

no-one asked you to
get your hands dirty.

You are familiar, are you,
with the term 'accomplice'?

What have you been saying?

Nothing. What have you been saying?

Oh, you stupid...

Alf? It's Nick. Yeah, how'd the wedding go?

Oh, good.

Yeah, look, can you
meet me tomorrow morning

at the Aidensfield
Arms at ten o'clock?

Yeah, well, Gina's had a very interesting
brochure pushed through her door.

Hmm.

Right, well, I'll see you then. Bye.

Devious lot, us coppers.

Yeah, with any luck, we'll have
both these cases cleared up.

Nick, is it true that the great
romance with the lovely Jo is finished?

I'm afraid it is, yeah.

So does that mean that
she's back on the market, then?

Well, that's not quite
the way I'd put it, Phil.

I was only kidding, mate.

Ms Ward? That's right.

You rang me about the brochure I left?

I did, yes. Would you like to follow me?
Thank you.

Hello again.

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

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