08x03 - For Better Or Worse

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# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? #

What do you think?

Well...

What's wrong with this one?

CHUCKLES

What's right with it?

Well, it seems a more sensible buy to me, Brian.

Less powerful. Tell him.

Your gran didn't leave you the money to be stupid with it.

I know what Gran would say.

You only live once.

HOOD SLAMS

I've got similar models in my Eldridge showroom

if you fancy a trip out, Oscar.

Yes, well, thanks, Ken.

But I think I'd best check with the bank manager first.

SALESMAN: Sorry to interrupt, Mr Marsden.

Excuse me, Oscar.

Can we do that Lotus Cortina any cheaper?

- KEN: Is there a trade-in? - SALESMAN: No.

- KEN: What's he looking for? - quid off.

INHALES

Offer , sell at .

CHICKENS CLUCK

All right, then, David. I'm off.

By 'eck, Mr Greengrass, you look posh.

Ah, well, it's always best bib and tucker

when you're paying your last respects, you know.

Well, Floyd Simcox would be right chuffed to see you now.

Would he? I'd be right chuffed to see him, and all.

- He went owing me money. - Mm.

- Can Mrs Simcox not pay up? - Ah, it's a gambling debt.

I don't suppose he mentioned it to her.

- You know summat, Mr Greengrass? - What?

I've got nothing to wear if you... go.

Haven't you? Well, I'll... try and hang on until you have.

CHICKENS CLUCK

Hey! Scram!

HE CHUCKLES

MOTOR STARTS

MUSIC: 'Glad All Over' by The Dave Clark Five

- # You say that you love me - # Say you love me

- # All of the time - # All of the time

- # You say that you need me - # Say you need me

- # You'll always be mine - # Always be mine

# I'm feeling

# Glad all over

# Yes, I'm glad all over

# Baby, I'm glad all over

# So glad you're mine

- # I'll make you happy - # Make you happy

- # You'll never be blue - # Never be blue

- # You'll have no sorrow - # Have no sorrow

# Cos I'll always be true

# Always be true

# I'm feeling

# Glad all over

# Yes, I'm glad all over

# Baby, I'm glad all over

# So glad you're mine

# All the girls, they try to take me away

# Take me away...

# But you know it's by your side I will stay

# I-I'll stay

- # Our love will last, now - # Our love will last

- # Till the end of time - # End of time

- # Because this love now - # Because this love

# Is only yours and mine...

TYRES SCREECH

TYRES SCREECH

TYRES SCREECH

LOUD CRASH

# Mi-i-ine #

Thank you for today, Bernie.

Oh, my privilege, Ethel.

Glad you could make it, Claude.

Ah, well, if he couldn't rely on his pals, who could he rely on?

Specially seein' all the money you won off him over the years.

He-he liked a little bet, but he didn't go mad, you know.

He did when he was with you.

He owed you money, didn't he?

I'm here to drink your whisky, not balance the books.

£ , wasn't it?

Forget it, love.

ETHEL: Thirty?

- Aye, summat like that. - ETHEL: Yes.

Well, you'll have to take it in kind.

How do you mean?

Ooh, summat of value.

Not in here. Out t'back.

QUIET CHATTER

- DAVID: Nice colours, aren't they? - CLAUDE: Nice colours?

I picked them for their pace, not their pigment.

How can you tell?

Ethel let me have a look at Wally's stock book.

Against every ring number of every bird,

he'd written sex, family history, training times and prospects,

and he weren't half meticulous, an' all.

Won't they just fly back to the Simcoxes' if we let them out?

No, not when they get used to us.

Not only that, but look here.

Ethel gave me Wally's special recipe for speed cake.

- Speed cake? - CLAUDE: Yeah.

Egg, breadcrust, lentils, honey, cod liver oil, drop of sherry.

She reckons once they get a whiff of this,

they'll always come back to it.

I'll tell you something, if it's as good as she reckons,

I'll start taking it myself.

Don't forget to shut the door before you take 'em out.

Hiya.

HE SMOOCHES

SIREN JANGLES

- Got the driver's name? - Er, Brian Rider.

- What sort of condition's he in? - Pretty bad, Sarge.

Er, keep it moving, please, sir!

MOTOR IDLES

Thank you.

MOTOR REVS

No other vehicles involved, visibility good...

Didn't see any grease marks on the road, sir.

- Speed, do you think? - Yes.

Get the marks measured up before the light goes,

then start asking questions. - Right, sir.

Oh, who's impounding the wreck?

I've left a message for Bernie Scripps to tow it in, sir.

Right.

James phoned today.

What did he want? Money?

He wanted to know how we were.

How much?

Fifty.

It's been an "expensive term".

SHE SCOFFS

I trust you said no.

Not in as many words.

"No" is just one word, Ann.

I'll stop the cheque tomorrow.

For pity's sake, I told you not to pander to him.

I know, I know.

I should've left it to you.

It's not the money.

He's got to learn to manage, I know.

- Did you hear about the car crash? - Yep.

ANN: That poor boy.

I just hope James is being sensible.

HE SIGHS

What's the matter?

Can't we ever have a meal without this constant yabber?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

MIKE: What did he have to drink?

A pint of bitter shandy.

- That all? - Yeah.

- How did he seem? - GINA: Well, he was excited.

A bit cocky.

Only natural when he'd just bought his first car.

I'm not buying a share in a brace of pigeons, Claude!

No, you're not. Cos they're not just a brace of pigeons, are they?

They're a breeding pair.

And once they get cracking, we'll make a fortune.

That may be so but, you know...

In any case, you can put it down as a business expense.

Business expense? How is that?

Well, it's what they call sport sponsorship.

You put your money down

and you get the value in advertising for your business.

I don't need advertising, Claude. People die without it.

Thanks, Gina.

Our Phil was in earlier, trying to negotiate a room rate.

Says he's throwing the towel in with his gran.

HE CHUCKLES

Yeah, yeah, I heard.

I think she was playing loud music when he wanted an early night.

Anyway, I don't know why he can't he stay with you.

You've got plenty of room.

It can't be done, police regs. Besides, I've, erm...

I've seen some of his habits.

SHE CHUCKLES

Ta-ra.

These down to you again, Claude?

No, they are not.

Only bought him the first one

to encourage him to see further than the end of his nose.

Mind you, in his case, it's not easy, is it?

Would you be interested in coming in?

- Coming in what? - CLAUDE: In on me syndicate.

I've got a beautiful pair of pigeons.

More trouble than they're worth, Claude.

And often as tough as old boots.

They're not for eating! They're racing pigeons.

Oh!

Thanks, Mrs Levitt. See you next Wednesday.

- Thank you. - Bye-bye.

Is that all right, Mr Hodges?

Start bringing them further to the front

so people can see them more easily.

ASSISTANT: Right.

Constable Bradley?

- MIKE: Yes. - Erm...

Jean Rider, Brian's mum. Are you the one that I should talk to?

Well, I'm doing the accident report, ma'am, if that's what you mean.

The doctor says I won't be able to speak to him for a couple of days.

No.

He's very poorly.

Multiple fractures and some internal injury.

MAN: Excuse me.

There was something wrong with that car, Constable.

- Bye, then. - Bye, Mrs Marsden. See you again.

Excuse me, Mrs Marsden, erm, haven't you overlooked something?

Ooh, have I?

The items... in your pocket.

Heavens... yes.

A mistake, obviously. Perhaps you'd like to take them to the till.

Yes. Yes, of course.

When Brian drove me home from the garage,

he told me that the, er... the steering was pulling.

So, why didn't he take it back to get it checked?

Well, that's where he was going.

Did you know he stopped in at the Aidensfield Arms?

No.

Are you saying that he was under the influence?

No, but if he was worried about the car, he wasn't showing it.

That car was defective!

The garage should never have sold it to him.

Right, well, we'll be getting a full report

on the mechanical condition of the car along with everything else.

What else?

Well, witness statements, measurements of the skid marks on...

Skid marks?!

Yes, they'll give us a good idea

of the sort of speed Brian was driving.

I see.

Speed? Alcohol? Stupidity?

You seem to have made up your mind.

MIKE: Not at all, Mrs Rider.

If there is anything wrong with the car...

I can assure you, the mechanic will find it.

You know, if I had my way,

they'd have L-plates up till they were twenty-fi...

UPBEAT BANTER

Three halves of bitter.

Three halves of bitter... what?

Beer.

Please.

- How old are you? - .

- Gina! Gina! - BOY: Come on.

Come on, lads. Come on now!

What now? What now?

Come here. Get hold of him!

BOYS LAUGH AND SHOUT

CAR HORN BEEPS, BOYS CONTINUE SHOUTING

Gimme my money, Jez. Jez!

JEZ LAUGHS

- Give it 'ere! - All right, all right, all right.

- Let go! You can have your money. - Gimme the money.

- Fine. - Good.

'Ere! There's your money.

- 'Ere. - Good!

Next time you want a beer, ask for yourself.

- I might as well. - Yeah.

- Dave, gi' us a drag. - Buy your own.

Oh, come on.

Push off!

Just let us have a drag.

HE IMITATES REVVING

- METALLIC CLANK - Shut up!

HE STOPS REVVING

- What? - I thought I heard something.

MIMICS REVVING AGAIN

Oh, come on, Dave.

- Please, just one drag? - No!

HE CONTINUES REVVING

SOFT CRACKLING

CRACKLING INTENSIFIES

LOUD expl*si*n

CRACKLING CONTINUES

FIRE ROARS

All three lads were interviewed this morning.

They admitted to playing about in the Cortina.

And setting it alight?

No, they stopped short of that.

But we're pretty certain one was smoking.

There was a lot of petrol about, so intentionally or otherwise...

We're pretty sure they started it.

How convenient. That car was faulty!

And now the evidence has gone up in flames.

You think that's a coincidence?

I'm sorry... Yes, I do.

Vic and Sally.

Happy anniversary.

May you live in married bliss for yet another year.

Thank you. We'll do our best.

So... what's your next milestone? You're past silver.

We're past it, full stop!

ALL CHUCKLE

Ken bought it to mark our silver.

You dear man.

Fed your face, have you, Mr Marsden?

Thanks to you, my lad is eating his food through a straw!

- I'm sorry? - I'm Brian Rider's mother.

The lad you sold that su1c1de car to.

- Mrs Rider, you've had... - That car was defective!

- No. - The steering was faulty!

Madam, would you leave, please?

You destroyed the evidence, didn't you?

- Didn't you?! - WAITER: Madam, please.

KEN: Easy! Go gently with her.

Let's find somewhere else.

I'm so sorry. Excuse me.

- Good evening. - WOMAN: Good evening.

Mr Marsden.

- You know what this is about? - Er, yeah, yeah. I think I do.

She's completely overwrought. Still in shock, I think.

I got a call to say she'd vandalised your car. Is that right?

I'm not bothered about that, Constable.

What, you don't want me to take any action?

Lord, no. That would hardly help matters, would it?

Well, I suppose not.

That's, er, that's very considerate of you, sir.

I have a son of my own.

I can guess what she must be going through.

Right, well, I'll just have a quick word with her.

Ken, we'd better go.

- Oh, no, you don't have to. - No, really.

- I'll get my coat. - All right.

What was all that about?

A little local difficulty.

- Was it one of ours? - No! No, not one of ours, Vic.

- Night, Ken. - KEN: Night.

- I'll see you, Ken. - Yeah, night, Vic.

Thanks very much.

Sorry.

HE SIGHS

- Will it come off? - How the hell should I know?

- Are you going to press charges? - Oh, that would be clever.

That would just help spread the word that Ken Marsden sells dodgy motors.

- Was it? - What?

ANN: Dodgy.

Don't be stupid! It's quite simple.

She blames herself for letting him buy a car he couldn't handle

and now she wants to shift the blame somewhere else.

They didn't set fire to the car.

Not intentionally, perhaps.

The boy took the cigarette with him, he told me.

I spoke to him.

- Do you believe what he said? - Yes.

She knows the truth.

Who?

Mrs Marsden.

I'm having a drink.

Go easy. You've had quite a lot already.

Go to bed.

Do you want me to stay down for one with you?

Go to bed!

GLASS CLINKS, LIQUID POURS

Ann...

Don't lock the door.

Phil, can you do me a favour?

Just take Mrs Marsden in the interview room

and then make her a cup of tea or something.

Will do. Could you come this way?

There we go.

CLANKING

- Shoplifting. - Mrs Marsden? Where?

The new self-service place.

- There must be some mistake. - No.

The manager said it was the second time he'd caught her at it.

Well, that's self-service for you.

The stuff should be under glass or iron bars.

Hello?

PC Bradley, Ashfordly Police. Can I speak to Mr Marsden, please?

Right, right. Will he be staying overnight?

Right, look, could I have the number for the hotel, please?

Thank you very much.

DIALS TELEPHONE

What did she want pilchards for?

I tell you, if there's something to take.

Hello? Yes.

I'm trying to get hold of a Mr Kenneth Marsden.

Yes, he's a guest.

I wouldn't mind, but we're the suckers at the end of it all.

MIKE: Hello?

I'm-I'm sorry. Who am I speaking to?

No, I'd like to speak to a Mr Kenneth Marsden, please.

Yeah. Hello, sir. PC Bradley, Ashfordly Police.

It's about your wife.

CHICKENS CLUCK

Ooh.

Where have you been? I thought you'd emigrated!

I hope the pigeons are a bit quicker than you pair.

Are you sure they've been here long enough

to get their bearings, Claude?

I'm only sending the hen bird.

And from where you're letting her go,

she's gonna fly back over here to get to Simcoxes'.

No way she's going back there

when her grub and her boyfriend's back here, is she?

If you say so.

MARY GRUNTS

The basket will have to go on my lap.

The things I get asked to do.

So you do have the money to pay for these items?

Yes.

But you didn't put them in the basket with your other shopping.

No.

- Why not? - I...

I don't know.

You do remember the previous incident at the same shop?

Yes.

That matter was resolved, Constable.

At no time, either then or now,

did Mrs Marsden intend to permanently deprive the shop

of goods or payment.

Is that true?

LAWYER: Naturally, my client offers full and immediate restitution.

I'm afraid it's not as simple as that, Mr Ellis.

If the shop manager wants to press charges, Mr Ellis...

The manager will be guided by you, you know that.

She's not a criminal, for heaven's sake.

That's for the court to decide.

- We're merely following procedure. - I see.

And does that include manhandling her on her way here?

What do you mean?

She's got an arm injury.

Are you saying we caused it?

Well, put it this way.

The early release of Mrs Marsden and some speedy medical attention

would suit everyone concerned.

I'm sorry, but if there's any suggestion of an injury...

I'd like it examined by a police doctor.

GINA: Will you stop playing about with the basket!

MARY: I'm just seeing if it's all right.

- GINA: You're gonna let it out! - MARY: I won't!

GINA: You will!

WINGS FLAP, GINA SHRIEKS

WINGS FLAP

Lovely!

Let me have a look.

Who did this?

Are you sure these injuries couldn't

have been caused accidentally? - Yes.

And yet she wouldn't name anyone. Why not, do you think?

They've been married for over years.

CRADDOCK: Hang on.

You can't be certain it's Marsden.

MIKE: Oh, come on. Who else can it be?

This needs sorting out, Sarge.

And how do you intend to do that? Haul him in and bang him up?

- If necessary, yes. - CRADDOCK: On what grounds?

You know as well as I do, unless she files a formal complaint,

we can't do anything.

So we turn a blind eye, is that what you're saying?

Is that what you're saying?

NEIL: Not exactly.

But outside interference could make the problem worse.

Hang on, you said Mrs Marsden was black and blue.

How much worse can it get?

PIGEON COOS

- Wanna have a look? - Shut the flaming door!

PIGEON COOS

DAVID: That were quick, weren't it?

PIGEON COOS

It is good news, in't it, Mr Greengrass?

CLAUDE: I thought that were the cock bird.

I must've got the numbers mixed up somehow.

Easy done, eh?

Aye, but there's no need for you to mention it in company.

WINGS FLAP OUTSIDE

That'll be him back now.

Shut the flaming door!

PIGEON COOS

Better go and get his grub before he changes his mind.

PIGEON COOS

Most of the time, things are fine.

Then it all goes wrong.

He mustn't know I've told anyone.

That's misplaced loyalty, Ann.

Promise me!

SHE SIGHS

Your solicitor's suggesting

that the police might be somehow responsible for your injuries.

What are you going to say to him?

I'll tell him I had an accident or something.

Craddock doesn't want to know. It is Marsden, isn't it?

She won't make a complaint.

HE SCOFFS

I don't believe this! So, what?

We send her home without so much as a word to him, is that it?

What does Neil say?

HE SCOFFS

Neil agrees with Craddock.

Dr Dolittle agrees.

What, you want to go and give Marsden a good hiding, do you?

Yeah, I do. Don't you?

Perhaps you're just not up to it.

What, did he leave his brain at home this morning?

Do you think I don't feel for this woman?

Well, perhaps you should show it a bit more.

To what purpose, when she won't even accuse the man?

Oh, Neil, she won't betray her husband, as she sees it,

but the shoplifting shows how desperate she is for help.

Maggie, we've seen this sort of thing before.

Marsden will probably turn up with a smile and flowers

and all will be forgiven.

Ooh, and now who's left his brains behind?

SHE KNOCKS AT DOOR

Er, Constable, is my wife still here?

Yes.

- She's with your solicitor. - What's happening?

She's to be bailed to appear in court.

Are you charging her?

Yes, I am... sir.

Where is she?

Sweetheart, how are you?

SHE WINCES

What's the matter?

I just fell awkwardly this morning and hurt it.

I'm gonna get you home right now.

Don't worry. I'll sort this nonsense out.

- Neil was right. - Not right, just accurate.

Bullies are bullies, Maggie, until someone stands up to them.

Oh, well. In the end, it's up to Ann.

HE SIGHS

Well, maybe so, but, er...

I think she needs help.

You know, Mike, Neil's not very good at acting on instinct.

It's no bad thing in a doctor.

It's just... sometimes he can seem a bit cold.

So, what do you think?

We go down to Marsden's place in stocking masks

and sort him out?

- If only! - Look, failing that...

How do you fancy a drink?

Oh, it sounds great, but, er, duty calls.

Look, I'll, erm... I'll phone you.

Yes, I'll look forward to it.

MIKE: How are you doing, Brian?

OK.

The doc says I've only got ten minutes.

CURTAINS SWISH

And, er, I've got to make a report.

Why?

It's just what you do when someone's been injured in a road accident.

It was the steering.

How do you mean?

It just... packed up on me as I went into the bend.

MIKE: OK, OK.

Let's just take it one step at a time, all right?

HE TAPS LOUDLY

TAPPING CONTINUES

You'll bore a hole in that machine, going at it like that.

I just can't stand the thought of Marsden getting off scot-free.

For abusing his wife or selling the car?

Both, Alf. Both.

From what I recall,

the night the Jag was vandalised, you were very taken with Mr Marsden.

Taken in by him, I think you mean, Alf.

I believe Brian Rider. I think the car was unsafe.

Well, it'll take more guile and a lot less heat

to nail a bloke like Marsden.

If I got something on him,

something that would make his wife co-operate with us,

would you use it?

Drive a wedge between them? Ooh, you're on your own there, lad.

I'm not best suited to answering questions

of a matrimonial nature.

I've moved out. I couldn't stand it any longer.

Where are you going to stay?

Dunno.

No.

HE SCOFFS

No.

ANN: I'm no expert,

but, surely, people who buy second-hand cars

accept that they may have mechanical defects.

Not to the point that they're unsafe.

Ask Jean Rider.

Where was your husband on Tuesday evening at about . ?

Tuesday evening? At home, I think.

- All evening? - I think so. Why?

Well, I believe someone set fire to Brian Rider's car

to destroy it as a piece of evidence.

Shouldn't you be having this conversation with my husband?

I don't think he'd be honest with me, do you?

He's a businessman,

no more or less honest than his competitors.

And is he more or less honest with you?

More, of course.

Why "of course"?

Is there a point to this?

When I arrested you yesterday, I tried to call your husband.

But he was out of the area.

- For a business meeting. - Yes.

The garage gave me the number of his hotel.

But according to the desk...

There was a Mr and Mrs Marsden in Room .

Yes.

And?

Well, you weren't with him.

What are you suggesting?

When I called the room...

..a woman answered the phone.

- Get out. - Mrs Marsden, please...

Get out!

All right, I'll take you to the station.

You can take the basket down the line and release him there,

and then you can come back on the next train.

How far down the line, Claude?

It don't really matter. A couple of stops'll do.

Do we know if the hen bird's broken to your loft?

She's never flown from there before, has she?

Yeah, well, that's true, but the cock bird'll bring her back, see?

On top of all that, she'll want to get back to her eggs, won't she?

They were quick. Do they usually breed that fast?

Well, you... you never know with pigeons.

MARY: Must be that speed cake you're giving them.

Aye, you're probably right. I shall have to stop eating it!

HE LAUGHS

HE WHEEZES AND CLEARS THROAT

RADIO: 'Bus Stop' by the Hollies

FOOTBALL PLAYS ON TV, RADIO BLARES

SWITCH CLICKS, MUSIC STOPS

TV: 'Now West Ham will be in difficulties here,

trying to cover this.'

'Difficult angle to cover. They're trying...'

MIKE CLEARS THROAT

'They've got one, two, three, four, five men in the wall.'

Thanks, Mike.

Yeah. Right, look, two nights. That's it.

TV: 'Only four now. Leeds take it quickly.'

- BOTH: Yes! - Ha-ha!

Come on, my beauties!

- Do you want some more? - No, no, I'm fine.

- Did I tell you I've got to go out? - Yes.

What happened to your meeting yesterday?

What?

When you had to come and collect me. You were supposed to stay overnight.

KEN: We cut it short. Agreed to meet again.

- Nuisance for you. - Yeah, well.

ANN: Who were you meeting?

The usual people.

Do secretaries turn up at these meetings?

No.

Why?

I was curious.

When the police called your hotel room,

a woman answered the phone.

I thought we agreed not to talk about yesterday.

Who was she?

She was a chambermaid, putting clean towels in the room.

I hadn't realised chambermaids answer phones.

What is this? Are you questioning me?

Never, ever, question me!

My day was ruined by you, ruined by your thieving!

Pilchards, shoe polish...

- I'm sorry! I'm sorry! - Now you're checking up on me!

Stupid, witless woman!

FOOTSTEPS THUD

Don't I give you enough money?

Don't dare lock it!

HE JIGGLES LOCK

I can only do the one dish, mind.

Simple, really. I'll show you, if you like.

Hey.

Well, if it's so simple,

how come you've used every flaming pan in the kitchen, then?

BANGING AT DOOR

Hey, make yourself scarce.

KITCHENWARE CLATTERS

I think I need to talk to you.

He did go out for a time that evening.

And why are you telling me this?

Has he hurt you again?

I have a son... like Jean Rider.

Do you know something about Brian's car?

Possibly. If not his, others.

Like what?

The couple we were having dinner with

the night Jean Rider made her protest,

Vic and Sally Owen.

Vic is an insurance assessor.

He and Ken have a... sideline.

What sort of sideline?

Every so often, Ken gets a phone call from Vic

about some car or other.

Well, how do you know?

Well, he always calls him at home.

And they're very careful

to keep it separate from Ken's official businesses.

So Vic gives your husband information about cars?

ANN: Yes.

Cars that have been written off, is that what you're saying?

I think so.

If your husband keeps this operation separate,

where does he take the written-off cars to be repaired?

I don't know.

WATER TRICKLES NEARBY

WATER GURGLES

MUSIC: 'Catch The Wind' by Donovan

# In the chilly hours and minutes

# Of uncertainty

# I want to be

# In the warm hold of your love and mine

# To feel you all around me

# And to take your hand

# Along the sand

# Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

BERNIE: Come on.

# When sundown pales the sky

# I want to hide a while

# Behind your smile

# And everywhere I'd look

- # Your eyes I'd find... - Come on, he's waiting for you!

# For me to love you now

# Would be the sweetest thing

# T'would make me sing

# Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind #

PHONE RINGS

- Hello? - VIC: 'Morning, Ken.'

Ah, morning, Vic. How are things looking?

Right, well, if you do that, Vic, I'll get my end ready to receive it.

Approximate time?

Just so I can make a note, Vic, would you repeat all that?

VIC SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ON PHONE

What's the matter?

Oh, I, er, I just wanted to thank you for the birthday card.

Mm.

We'll do something special tonight, then?

Yes, if you like.

See you later.

BIRDSONG

Will they come as the crow flies, Claude?

I hope not.

I've never heard of a crow winning the Federation Cup.

You know what I mean.

Aye, I do.

No, the truth is, nobody really knows how they find their way home.

Bit like me on Friday night.

HE SNIFFS

- Shouldn't they be here by now? - Aye, they should.

I hope they've not run into a posse of peregrines.

Constable Bradley, please.

HE WHISTLES

RATTLES TIN

I think they must be walking back, Claude!

HE INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY

Shall I go to t'Simcoxes' and see if they're there?

Ah, I think you'd better do.

I'll f... Hang on, hang on, who's this?

Bernie.

Where the devil have you been?

They've not come back, Bernie.

Oh, yes, they have. They're in here.

What do you mean, in there?

The idea was you should let 'em off when you got to the other end.

Yeah, well, neither of 'em would shift themselves out of the basket.

You what?

When I did get 'em off the ground,

one of them went and sat on the signal,

the other just flew round in circles.

- In circles? - Aye.

And the station master told me why.

One of its wings is damaged.

It were like a boat with one oar going round.

I reckon we're each due a refund, Claude.

Hey, hang on a minute.

I were just following Wally's stock book.

I mean, there must be a bit of a mix-up somewhere.

BERNIE: You're not kidding!

When I got to the other end of the line,

this is what I found in the basket.

You can't have.

She's already laid her two for the season.

Exactly. They're both hen birds, Claude.

You couldn't even pick a flippin' pair!

You know the time and the place of the pick-up,

but not the destination?

Yes, Sarge.

But, sir... if she's taken the risk, it's up to us to make it pay.

Well...

If it works, we can find the place where Marsden takes the write-offs,

and tie him in at the same time.

Hmm.

You're the only one of us he doesn't know, Sarge.

The tow truck is leaving now. Over.

BRAKES SQUEAL

- Morning, sir. - Morning.

Do you mind stepping out of the cab, please?

DRIVER GRUNTS

I'm not interested. That's your problem.

The parts were promised four weeks ago!

Hang on a minute.

Hold it!

BRAKES SQUEAL

Oi!

What the 'ell's this doing here?

I must've come to the wrong place.

- Where's the regular driver? - He's off sick.

- KEN: Did you not get directions? - Must've taken a wrong turn.

You can say that again.

Go back the way you came,

turn left at the lights, then first right.

Just past the bridge there's an engineering building.

Rightio.

What's the game? Get this wreck out of here!

I'd like you to accompany me, please, sir.

Accompany you? I've just told you where to go!

He means to the station.

Sir.

PUB HUBBUB

- Thanks. - WOMAN: Oh, I don't know. Erm...

- Well done. - Cheers.

GLASSES CLINK

- Will Marsden go to prison? - Yeah, I think so.

I'd like to think Ann won't be waiting for him when he comes out.

- But you wouldn't bank on it? - No.

No, in general, people put up with an awful lot

before they'll admit their marriage is a failure.

I suppose so.

- Have you eaten? - No. Why?

Well, I've, er...

- I've booked us a table for dinner. - Erm...

Is that a problem?

I'm not sure that's such a good idea.

Why not?

Er... Neil might get the wrong impression.

And that bothers you, does it?

SHE CHUCKLES

Funnily enough, yes.

Erm... he's asked me to move back in with him.

Oh. I see.

And I've said yes.

Before things all went wrong... he and I did have some very good times.

Given the chance, I'd like to think that we could do again.

I'm sorry if there's been any misunderstanding.

Misunder... No, er, no.

It's, er... That's good. That's good.

Look, here's to you and Neil.

Good luck.

Here's good luck to you too, Mike.

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