06x11 - Who Needs Enemies

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

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

Little children, you better not tell on me

I'm telling you, little children,
you better not tell what you 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 ain't
you playing outside?

I'm asking you, you can't fool me
'Cause I'm gonna know if you hide

And try to keep, I'm
gonna treat you to a movie

Stop your giggling, children, do
be nice I love sugars and spice

Tim? Tim, are you alright?

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?

Yes, sir.

Who's he?

Ashfordly Police?

Yeah, he is, Eileen. Hang on.

Hello, Eileen.

I see. Have they called an ambulance?

Right. On me way.

Harry Felt, golf club steward.

What's happened here?

This lad comes bursting into the
club and says his pal's had an accident,

so me and a couple of the members
laid it out here and found him lying at

the bottom of that gully over there.

What sort of state's he in?

Unconscious, and he's
got a nasty head wound.

The boy who reported it,
did 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?

Um, Timmy, I think he called him.

Right, thanks, Mr Felt.

Here you go.

Tara, there's, um, there's not
been a chap in asking about me.

There's a little fellow,
probably had a dog with him.

Do you mean him?

Oh, hey, Jonty, I'd like a drink.

Two pints.

Give us two pints.

Friends of yours, are they, Claude?

Wouldn't want them for enemies.

You all right, Claude?

Right, had some black
pudding for me breakfast.

I think I made a mistake
warming it up again.

Claude!

Tara, bring the other one over here.

Now then, Jonty.

Good to see you, Claude.

You know Bernard, don't you?

No, but I've seen him fighting, and
you can hardly miss him, can you?

Not a lot of people did,
actually, when he was boxing.

That's why his head rattles.

And this is the famous green hornet, is it?

That's it.

Give me another phone, Claude.

Don't worry, I'll get
your bets on, and

they'll be on a long
way away from here.

You don't mind if I have a few
of my mommy's self to here?

As long as that's all you do.

She's taken a lot of stopping
on the last few outings.

We don't want to bet him
messing up tonight, now, do we?

No, no, of course.

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.

Two neat lines, please,
quickly and quietly.

Right, off you go.

In you go.

Hello.

Hi, Nick.

You OK?

Yeah.

I knew you were a lot missing today.

Well, the terrible twins haven't turned up.

Billy Burke and Timmy Gower.

Inspector Barry.

Where's he from?

I 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
rumors that certain

amalgamations between
forces are on the cards.

Well, there's always some
wild rumor 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 ways?

Bit early for that.

We'll have to wait and see what
decisions our lords 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 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 you
fell and banged his head.

He won't push.

Why, for reasons you
believe he might have, isn't he?

Well, just that lad he goes
round with as far as I can spit.

Which one?

Billy Burke.
I've told Artemy not to go with him.

Well, Billy raised the alarm, Mrs. Gower.

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.

Claude? Whatever's the matter?

Oh, it's my stomach. I'm in agony.

Where exactly is the pain?

It's all down this side.

Oh, can you take me round to the doctors?
There's no way I can drive.

Never mind the doctors. I'm taking
you straight round to the hospital.

No, I can't go to the hospital. There's
so much I've got to do. It's very...

Claude, you might not have any choice
if that turns out to be appendicitis.

Come on.

Tell George about Alfred.

Finger marks?

Right across his face.

Think somebody hit him?

I don't know how else
he could have got them.

A man called just now, asking how he was.

Member of the family?

Don't think so. The minute I
asked him, he put the phone down.

Where's Sergeant Blake been, 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 said, sir.

Bad look, Oscar.

Well, that's the way my
look's going at the moment.

Been one of those days, has it?

Oh, aye. And likely to get
worse before it gets better.

Careful! You've got a licence.

Where's 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.

It's flaming difficult.

It's jammed. You 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 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.

Yes, I can see it has, Claude.

Come on.

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.

He wasn't doing nothing, though.

You sure about that?

Yeah.

Not fighting?

Me and Timmy are miles quicker than him.

So what happened then?

He just banged his head. That's all I know.

How?

Dunno.

Well, 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 was just lying there.

Did you hear anything else?

I heard a man shout out.

Shout out what?

Just all of a sudden.

Was that before or after
you heard Timmy cry out?

Just before.

Did you see this man?

No, I just heard a car driving off.

What sort of car?

Didn't see it. Just heard it.

So how come you
scarpered after you

told the man in the club
what had happened?

Because I didn't want
my mum finding out, did I?

Finding out what?

I'd been bunking off, like.

Finding out what?

I'd been bunking off, like.

Ah, yes. Good drive.

You still haven't told me what problem is.

Yeah. 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 might cease to exist.

Well, it 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
back streets in the middle of the night.

That's to be an alternative
to light, surely, 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...
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.

And it'll be growing even faster
if I manage to pull off a certain local

deal that's coming up.

You could be just the man I'm looking for.

To end my security.

You're an early bird this morning, Sarge.

Don't sound so surprised, Bellamy.

Oh, Sarge! Sarge!

Can't go in there.

Well, he's not in yet, is he?

Has been for the last hour, Sarge.

Doing what, exactly?

Well, going through this
place like a buzzsaw, Sarge.

And 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.

Excuse me.

Yes, madam, what can I do for you?

I want to know what's being done.

About what, exactly?

The as*ault 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.

♪ Here comes that feeling
again ♪ And it ain't right

♪ That lonely feeling
that came to me last night

♪ It hurts to see you
in the arms of my friend

♪ Here comes that lonely, lonely feeling...
♪

Excuse me, mate.
Have you done with your paper?

I only wanted to see the racing.

Be my guest. It's all bad news, any rule.

Sir.

I knew that had happened.

You had a bet on, then?

Oh, that's the trouble.
I flame him all haven't.

I 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?

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 tell them I'm not?

Hmm. You're in mufti, are you?

I'm in more than that.

Well, according
to this boy Billy, he

heard a man shout
out in a car drive away.

- Is that right? - Yes, Sarge.

Excuse me a minute, Sarge.

Well, according to Timmy Gowey's mother,

you'd be ill-advised to believe
a word that little tear-away says.

Sorry, Sarge.

So what are you saying, Sarge?
You don't believe it?

I'm saying you should
have another word with it

and find out whether the
story he told you yesterday

still tallies with the
one he tells you today.

And keep me informed so that if
Mrs Gower makes another complaint,

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.
But 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.

What did you see out there?

- Only Sharky. - Who's Sharky?

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 it off.

And why's that?

He reckons we're doing him out of
money cos of the golf balls we find.

- What, he chases you off? - Yeah.

- And what happens if he catches you?
- He never has yet.

♪ Now there are three steps to heaven ♪

♪ Just listen and you will plainly see ♪

♪ And as life travels on ♪

♪ And things do go wrong ♪

♪ Just follow the steps
one, two and three ♪

♪ Step one, you find a girl to love ♪

♪ Step two, she falls in love with you ♪

♪ Step three, you kiss
and hold her tightly ♪.

♪ Yeah, that sure seems like 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, Vent ress?

The amount of time that
you spend eating boiled eggs?

Under S, perhaps.

S, Ventress.

For my snaps, Sarge.

It was only a joke.

Good of you to point that out, Ventress.

I might just have missed it.

We're back in about an hour, Sergeant.

Right.

Well, 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,

and what people leave
lying around on desks.

Oh, yes.

Oh, sorry, Sarge.

I, er, forgot my notebook.

Constable.

Mr Sharkey?

Yeah?

I'm D. 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 the course yesterday.

But you do know these two boys, I believe.

Do I?

Yeah, they're often up here
looking for lost golf balls.

They say you chase them off.

I chase them and give
them a good telling off.

Is that all? You don't give
them the occasional thick ear?

Or I get me sent down
for as*ault or something.

It's stupid, you know.

Well, just after the incident,
a car was hurt driving away.

Did you see any cars
parked up there yesterday?

No, but it wouldn't surprise me if I had.

Why's that?

Not called Lover's Lane for nothing.

So you didn't see anybody
hanging around there?

If I had, I'd have chased
them off on oar, wouldn't I?

All right, well, thanks
for your time, Mr Sharkey.

I'd like a cup of tea, Mr Greengrass.

Well, I suppose you've got a glass of
scotch under your penny, have you?

Now, don't go getting all frisky
just because you're feeling better.

Ah, Jack Claude.

Hi, George.

Hiya, Claude.

How are you?

All right.

Brought you some grapes.

Yeah.

How's Alfred? Is he behaving himself?

Aye, he's fine.

Here, I brought you a present.

I'll do it.

I'll put it on your slate.

Uncle George, you're
going to get us kicked out.

Give over.
A drop of whiskey never k*lled anyone.

If it does, I'll die happy.

So how's it going then, Claude?

Oh, that's all right, apart from the baths.

Baths? How many have you had?

One.

I use this carbolic soap. It's terrible.

Eh? Your two mates have been
in the pub asking where you are.

You never told them I'm in here, did you?

Of course I did.
They're going to come in and see you.

Have you got any other
favours you'd like to do me?

Do you remember what
happened before you fell, Timmy?

A man hit me.

Yeah, tell him which man.

From the car.

Not Sharky?

No. The man from the car.

And what sort of car?

Grey Jag.

It was parked under the trees.

They get caught in couples down there.

I was only on a look, right?

Not doing any harm.

Then this man jumped out.

Well, 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 there anyone else in the car?

Another man, I think.

I could hear him talking.

And you're sure it was a Jaguar?

Yeah.

It's somebody collects car numbers.

Did you get this one?

Didn't have time.

Oh, the shark, baby, has such teeth,
dear And he shows them pearly white

Just a jackknife has old Maggie
Heath, baby And he keeps it out of sight

You know, when that
shark bites with his

teeth, baby Scarlet
billows start to spread

Fancy gloves, though,
wears old Maggie Heath, baby

So there's never, never
a trace of red Hello again.

Hello.

What can I do for you?

That grey Jaguar in the car park,
do you know what 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 in 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, if you wouldn't mind, Mr Rowan,

it's members only, I'm
afraid, the chairs in that area.

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 him much myself.

But he wants to know when
he'll be back in circulation again.

Oh, it's hard to say.

I wanted to ring him, but he
could never go on the phone,

and in any case, it's
difficult in my condition.

So, what with all this, you won't
have had time to collect him?

No, I mean, you
can tell him, as you

can see, I'm completely
bedbound in bed.

That's not going to ruin out.

Right.

Anyway, I'm off. He's waiting.

I'll tell him what you said.

Keep in touch.

What exactly are you alleging, Constable?

Well, we know that the man who
att*cked 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 seem 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 o'clock, 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
were going to 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... 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've
told me, your decision's

more or less been
made up for you, isn't it?

Well, that's certainly true.

So?

I've decided.

I'll take the job.

Good lad, Oscar. Good lad.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Samson?

It's me. We need to talk.

I'll call you back.

Here's to our future, then.

Cheers.

Cheers.

What's all this about?

Your clothes.

Well, 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.

Yeah, but what happens when I get home?

I mean, who's going to do the
shopping and the cleaning and that?

Mr Greengrass, we can't
accept responsibility for that.

As far as we're concerned,
you're 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-age pensioner.

Back again?

Yeah, can I borrow one of
these photographs, do you think?

Do I get to know what you want it for?

Well, it might just help
us with our enquiries.

Which one?

This one.

OK, help yourself.

So long as we get it back sometime.

Thank you.

Morning, lads.

Morning, Sarge.

Well, come on, Bellamy, put the kettle on.
It's eleven o'clock.

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.

Would you like to 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?

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, dear.

Nurse.

No.

I'm your sister, sir.

Are you still here, Mr Greengrass?

What is 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.

Well, we'll need to get a
doctor to have a look at you.

We can't send you home in this state.

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.

The boy was adamant it was him.

What about this greenkeeper
you had down as favourite for this?

Well, he was just
as positive that Dale

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 we have a word, do you think?

Oh, certainly you can.

This mysterious pain of Mr
Greengrass's sister... Yes?

Well, it's funny the way
it came on so suddenly,

right after you told him he was going home.

Yes, I noticed that too, Nurse.

I'll show you!

Look at that! 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?

The fact that his attacker
gave him a clip round the ear?

You just told me, Constable.

No, sir. No, all I told you was that
the boy had been chased and att*cked.

Well, I suppose I must have
heard it somewhere else.

Down at club, I suppose.

It was talk of club bar that
lunchtime, as I remember.

So where were you on Monday
morning, about o'clock?

Well, down at golf club.

But not on driving range.

I was on 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 Samson?

I 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 my 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 suppose.

Would that include Mr Langley?

Les Langley?

I believe he was there, yeah.

Why, is that important?

Probably not, sir.

- Blaketon. - Oscar.

It's Arnold.

- Thanks for this. - OK.

Did it help?

Yeah, matter of fact, it did.

So he can play a bit,
can he, this Mr Langley?

Oh, 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?

Oh, planning officer, as far as I know.

Really?

Really.

Right, Mr Greengrass.

Have you ever had an enema before?

- 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, really.

All squishy and runny inside.

Still, think how clean
your tubes will be, eh?

Yes, I know, but you
needn't bother with

that, because honestly,
I feel a lot better.

The pain's nearly gone.

Well, that's good.

But still, it does seem a shame
to waste all this good soapy water.

I know.
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.

Well, I'll go and get Sister Mercer.

Oscar?

- Good morning. - Oh.

- Hello, Sarge. - Morning.

I'll leave you to it.

There's some tea in the pot.

Oh, thanks, Holly.

So you've obviously been
to see Arnold Samson?

Yeah.

And?

Well, he denies all
knowledge of it, of course.

But you don't believe him?

Well, there's several things
that don't really make sense.

Samson 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 about it.

Ah, yes, well, he
explained that to me when

he rang me this
afternoon after you left.

Did he?

Well, he 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 authority, right?

Yes.

General Samson 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 the town hall is
that he was allowed to put his tender

in hours later than
the rest of the bidders.

The day after all this
business down at the golf club.

And you're suggesting
there's some connection?

Look, Timmy Gower saw two men,
one of whom he's identified as Samson.

He also saw a lot of papers
and a bunch of ten-pound notes,

which is probably why Samson
lost his rag and chased after him.

I don't believe a word of it.

But then, like you said, Sarge, you
and Arnold Samson 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 were
on my back demanding

results, but the minute
I ever got at Samson,

you're pouring cold
water over this whole thing.

And you think that's because he
happens to be a friend of mine, do you?

Look, 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 judgment.

I think I've upset him.

I think you have.

Yeah, well, there's something
not quite right about any of this.

Oscar might leave a pit to
be desired in some ways,

but there's one thing I'd never
question, and that's his integrity.

Well, who's questioning his integrity?

I think you just did, didn't you?

Oh, Johnty, I was just coming to see you.

Oh, yeah.

So, business is good, ay, Arnold?

Getting better all the time.

I did hear a buzz that the council
have 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, isn'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 Liz Langley, perhaps?

It's dog-eat-dog out there, Oscar.

As you've just found out for yourself.

Long service cuts for nothing anymore.

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,
there's a cube of

other beggars behind
you 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

Ernest 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 that, though, in't he?

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 into like apples.

Oh, what a sad and sorry story, Claude!

It is, isn't it? I'm just glad you
realise there are no-tuck-a-do about it.

'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.

Heck, Claude.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, well, it's very
good of you to look at it like that, '

cause there's a lot us wouldn't.

Oh, it's you.

Have you got a minute, Sarge?

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 say it like that.

As far as he's concerned, all
I've done is betray 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.

That must have been very tempting, Sarge.

Oh, yes, it certainly was.

Especially under these
present circumstances.

But 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 will be glad to see you.

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?

Mr Greengrass.

What? Oh.

Oh.

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.

In fact, one way
or another, it hasn't

exactly been your
day, has it, Claude?

Go and get me some grapes.

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