08x24 - Testament

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# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss

# When my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss

# Stay in my memory? #

MUSIC: 'The Crying Game' by Dave Berry

# I know all there is to know

# About the crying game... #

Oh, Mr Tomkinson, I'm so grateful.

How is he, May?

Fretting. He keeps on about the farm.

You're never ready for it, are you?

We'll need two witnesses.

Perhaps a couple of lads off the farm.

I'll give them a shout.

MAN COUGHS

# ..before you know where you are

# You're saying goodbye... #

Sam?

Sam?

It's Henry Tomkinson.

Oh. HE COUGHS

Don't worry, old chap. Everything's been sorted out.

I've brought your will.

I'm going to go through it with you now,

and then you can sign it.

M-May. May.

HE COUGHS

May? May's taken care of. Don't worry.

All the things you wanted, it's all here...in the will.

HE MUTTERS

You're tuppence short.

Not at the prices you charge!

CAR HOOTS What else did you get for Christmas?

Thanks, pet.

Claude Jeremiah!

I'd recognise those shoulders anywhere.

Betty Kirk. By 'eck. Hey! I like your motor. Where did you nick that?

I didn't nick it, it's mine.

- And pigs might... - Scrap metal, pet.

When Sid passed away, he left me the business.

Sid? I never knew he had two ha'pennies to rub together.

He didn't. Once I took over, I sorted things out though.

Including Sid, by the sound of it.

Hey.

If ever you've got owt might interest me...

..give me a tinkle.

I have and I will. Mind you, it might have nowt to do with scrap.

Hey, the same old Claude.

BOTH CHUCKLE

You've set his mind at rest.

I can't thank you enough.

Listen, if there's anything else I can do, you phone me.

You've got my home number. Anytime, May. I mean it.

HEAVY RAIN

Look at this weather.

Now, you take care of yourself, you hear me?

HE STARTS ENGINE

TYRES SCREECH

CRASH

WIND HOWLS

CLATTERING

CAR ENGINE STARTS

HE WINCES Ow.

Ooh, you're a lucky boy. I think it's just a bad sprain.

What about my bike?

I er...I don't do bikes, I'm afraid.

HE SIGHS

Just try and relax.

You might have concussion. The ambulance'll be here soon.

Now, David, are you sure...? David?

Erm, are you sure it was a Rover?

I've always fancied a Rover myself.

I'd probably have the blue one, though.

Right, but this one wasn't blue?

- Oh, no. Grey. - Grey.

I don't suppose you got the number, did you?

Oh, no. Not all of it, anyway. I got the first three letters though.

H-A-J.

H-A-J? You're sure about that?

I do know my letters!

So is it serious?

Come on. H-A-J, Rover, grey.

Never know you go out with the same girl so many times before.

Mind you, you could do worse.

In fact, you have, haven't you? Remember that lass...?

Phil, I don't need you to review my love life, all right?

Now, come on, let's just get on with it, shall we?

I was only asking.

Mike?

Bingo.

KNOCK ON DOOR DOOR OPENS

PHONE RINGS

The Gerard case.

They've agreed to settle.

Well done, my dear.

Uncle Henry, are you all right?

I think I might have... picked something up.

You should go home to bed. There's a lot of flu about at the moment.

I can't. Too much to do. All these appointments.

They can be rearranged.

You'll only end up infecting the whole office.

You know I'm right.

Luckily, H-A-J's a local registration.

Three vehicles fit the description.

Take one each. I'd like to get this tied up by the end of the day.

Sarge, perhaps I should take the one registered to Henry Tomkinson.

Perhaps you should.

We wouldn't want to upset him, would we?

I'm sure you'll handle him with the utmost diplomacy.

And give my regards to Miss Lambert, Bradley.

Jammy beggar!

He's gone home. He's got the flu. Can I help?

Oh, no, it's not that important. It's just a small query.

Well, I can't believe that Uncle Henry's been breaking the law.

No, no, no. Nothing like that.

But obviously an extremely serious matter then,

since you felt the need to come over in person.

Well, perhaps you'd have preferred Alf Ventress.

Definitely. A very solid and sensible officer.

Well, I'll remember that next time, in case I need a stand-in.

Look, I've got work to do, Constable, even if you haven't.

What about tonight?

I could...wine you and dine you.

Well...

- Oh! - I knew it was too good to be true.

No, erm, there's someone I really want you to meet.

OK.

It's been here a while, then?

Aye, well, I been meaning to get round to it.

You're very lucky to have a car like this. Get some wheels.

Aye, well, maybe I will.

Mike Bradley, isn't it?

Er, Mrs Tomkinson.

Oh, I'm sorry if I gave you a fright.

I've just been attacking the weeds.

It's a constant battle, even at this time of the year.

Is your husband in, Mrs Tomkinson?

Please, call me Joyce.

You are a friend of Jackie's, after all.

Poor Henry! He came home in such a state.

I had to put him straight to bed.

I could wake him of course, if it's important.

No, no, not if, not if he's ill.

Well, perhaps I can help.

It's, erm, it's really a routine matter.

Thank you.

There was a road accident in Aidensfield yesterday evening,

a hit-and-run.

How awful.

Mm. A witness got part of the car's registration.

Obviously, there are a number of vehicles

that could potentially fit the description,

your...husband's being one of them.

So, we'd like to eliminate him from our enquiries.

Well, of course you do. I quite understand.

You need to know if he's got an... What do you call it? Alibi?

Well, yes...something like that.

Tuesday afternoons he always plays golf.

You know Oscar Blaketon, of course! So you can check.

Right.

I'm sure that's how he ended up getting the chill.

He came home about four, soaked to the skin.

And the two of you stayed in all evening?

Yes, like two old codgers.

Well, that's what we are, I suppose!

Well, I'm sorry. I had to ask.

Oh, please don't apologise.

Well, I won't take up any more of your time.

Er...this...hit-and-run...

..who was the victim? - A cyclist.

Was he badly hurt?

No, I don't think so.

Well, that's the main thing, isn't it?

Yes. Yes, yes...it's er... it's the main thing.

ENGINE RUMBLES

He went peacefully, in his sleep.

Poor old Sam. Still, he was doing well, over .

I mean, it's not a bad innings. We should all be so lucky.

Oh, Maggie, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I...

It's OK, Bernie.

Ah, Bernard. Just the fellow.

I'm afraid we may have a small problem.

- What sort of problem? - Could we meet at your office?

And ask Mr Greengrass to join us.

According to Mrs Tomkinson, he came home at four

and stayed in all evening. Alf?

Oh, ta.

Two down, one to go.

Doubts, Bradley?

Well, she was very helpful, but...

Ah! The wanderer returns.

I was thinking of sending out a search party.

miles there and back, Sarge.

And?

Written off in a smash on the A two weeks ago.

I saw the insurance assessor's report.

I think perhaps we need to be very sure of our facts here, Bradley.

As you can see, gentlemen,

we really don't have a space in which to inter him,

the graveyard is completely full.

Can't we shift one or two of them about a bit? It'll be all right.

Mr Greengrass, I know you're a practical man,

but interfering with the existing graves

would be an act of desecration.

They're not going to complain, are they? Who's to know?

No, no, it would never do.

David?

I haven't told anybody what I saw.

Mr Blaketon, he's been asking a lot of questions.

The thing is, it's very important that you're absolutely sure

about the description you gave us.

Now, are you certain the colour of the car was grey?

Oh, yeah. Well, I remember because on that day I had my grey jumper on.

Well, I always have my grey jumper on, don't I?

Look, it's very hard to read a car number plate,

especially if the car's driving away from you.

Oh, aye, yeah, I couldn't see the numbers.

And it must have been very difficult to see the letters,

let alone remember them.

H-A-J, Helen Anne Jones.

Well, who's she?

She... HE CHUCKLES

Oh, it were my last day at school and, er, she gave us a kiss.

Right, and you've never forgotten her?

Me mum said she were a tart.

Well, mums don't understand about that sort of thing, do they?

Well, he's a good golfer, Henry Tomkinson.

These days, I find it difficult to beat him.

Did you beat him yesterday?

That's a sore point.

Rain stopped play when I was two up.

Yeah? What time was this?

Oh, about . , . , thereabouts.

And then you went back to the clubhouse for a drink?

He wasn't drunk. We had a Scotch apiece.

Nothing more?

Look, Henry Tomkinson is not the kind of man

to knock a lad off his bike and then drive off and leave him.

Well, maybe. But someone did.

What evidence have you got?

Come on, Oscar. You know I'm not in a position to divulge that.

In the right circumstances, anyone can lose their nerve.

You know that as well as I do.

But you must weigh that against the character of the man though.

You know him better than me.

Well, there is one thing.

Henry carries a hip flask of brandy for his rheumatism.

He asked the barman to fill it up just before he left.

Scotch followed by brandy?

Well, then he could have been over the limit.

I still say you're barking up the wrong tree though.

Well, it may well surprise you, Oscar, but I hope so, too.

MUSIC: 'Right Wheel Left Hammer Sham' by The Tremeloes

# If you get a right wheel

# Left hammer raw deal

# Everything is upside down

# Tie him in a knot

# Try everything you got

# Now kick him in the dusty ground

# Give it a try

# Let it go by, by, by, by, by

# Give it a try

# Let it go by, by, by, by, by

# Marriage on the rocks

# Depends who said what then

# Nobody remember why

# Go before a counsel

# Wouldn't let her down feel

# Shakin' in your old school tie... #

Not bad. A bit slow on the turn, I thought.

I thought you weren't getting here till after six.

You know me, Michael, once I get out on the road, I don't hang about.

MICHAEL LAUGHS Good to see you.

And you.

Look, I've booked you in here for a couple of nights, all right?

As long as the landlord's understanding

and has an extremely friendly daughter.

Well, look, this is Gina.

- Hiya. - The landlady.

I take back every rude thing I've said about Yorkshire.

Well, I'm from Liverpool.

This is Rodney Marshall, one of my oldest friend.

- Some might say his only friend. - We were at the Met together.

I'll show you to your room, then.

Well, I'll see you later.

No rush.

Lord Ashfordly is, as ever, a generous patron.

He offered this site some time ago for a new graveyard.

I bet he did. Probably the only way he could get shot of it.

It's close enough to the church.

I don't know how we'd do it, though. We'd have to get it all tidied up,

the bishop will have to consecrate it

and all in time for Sam's funeral.

Don't look at me, Vicar, there's no way I could do it, not with my back.

I mean, it's far too big a job for just two of us.

We've got to do something.

I can't keep old Sam in my back room forever.

I often find that these sort of emergencies

can bring out the best in people.

Aye, I wouldn't bank on it.

And there would of course be a payment involved.

Would there? Well, I suppose if it's really urgent, you know, we could...

Couldn't you, David?

There you go. Ta.

I have to say, old son, you look like you need this.

Oh. It's been one of those days, you know. Cheers, mate.

I wouldn't have thought life up here was too stressful.

Wonderful scenery. Good beer.

What do you do when you've got a suspect,

but there's no real evidence against him? All you've got is a hunch.

Depends on the offence.

Hit-and-run.

You've always had the instincts of a detective, Michael,

I'd back a hunch of yours any day.

I don't know about that.

I do. That's why I thought I'd, er, come up here

and root you out of your burrow. Have a look at this.

- What is it? - It's a good job.

You're detective material.

You need to get back down to London and get back in the game.

Nah...they'd never take me.

Says who? Look, Tony McAllister, the governor, is setting up a new squad.

All you've got to do is ring him up and go down and see him.

- Jackie! - Sorry I'm a bit late.

That's all right. Rodney Marshall, Jackie Lambert.

I've heard all about your exploits.

He's kept very quiet about you, Jackie. Drink?

Gin and tonic. Thanks.

- Hiya. - Hi.

Mike, Auntie Joyce said you went to question my uncle

about some hit-and-run case. Why didn't you tell me?

Well, it was just a routine enquiry, that's all.

Don't give me that police nonsense. What's going on?

Er...a schoolboy was knocked off his bike yesterday evening.

A witness got part of the registration number.

We've traced three of the vehicles that fit the description.

Two have been eliminated, leaving your uncle.

Well, he was home by four o'clock. Auntie Joyce just told me.

Yeah, she told me that, too.

You think she's lying?

Do you think my uncle would knock a boy down, drive off and leave him?

Maybe he lost his nerve. People do.

And then lie about it? And get my aunt to lie about it too?

You're taking all this very personally.

Well, of course I am!

That's why you were so evasive when you came round this morning.

I wasn't evasive.

You answer me one thing.

Do you really think a man like Henry Tomkinson, a respected solicitor,

could do such a thing?

If he'd been drinking, he'd have more to lose than most, yeah.

Fine.

Jackie!

Nice girl.

Something I said?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sergeant Craddock and PC Bradley, sir.

Sergeant Craddock, do come in.

Mr Tomkinson.

I think you know my niece, Miss Lambert.

I'm sorry to have to bother you with this, sir.

Well, as my wife has already told Constable Bradley,

I got home at around four and was there with her all evening.

And I understand the accident occurred shortly after five.

Presumably, nobody else has access to your car, sir?

Sergeant, my uncle is a man of some stature in this town,

I would have thought his word ought to be good enough for you!

My dear, Sergeant Craddock is quite within his rights.

It's his duty to follow up all the evidence.

I fear, however, that's where the problem may lie in this case.

In what way?

I understand the first person on the scene was David Stockwell.

I presume, therefore, he's your witness.

I don't know what his level of literacy or numeracy is,

but I wouldn't have thought he was exactly a reliable witness

when it comes to reading a car number plate. Would you, Sergeant?

How do you know David Stockwell was the first person there?

Oscar Blaketon mentioned it.

I had a chat with him on the phone this morning.

I see. Well, thank you for your co-operation, Mr Tomkinson.

Not at all, Sergeant.

Hey, it's hard going, this, Mr Greengrass.

I mean, what was here before?

Somebody said it was something to do with the Home Guard, or summat.

CLANGING Hey, up.

What's that?

What you got?

Oh, it's a bit of old pipe.

Hey! That's not just any old pipe, David.

That's a real lead water pipe, that.

If there's any more of it, we could be in for a bit of a touch.

Get digging.

Go on!

So can we put this behind us now?

Well, I'm not the one who's turning it into a personal issue.

Look, I appreciate you were doing your job and now you've done it.

He's a very good lawyer, your uncle, isn't it?

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

Well, he knows just how to take the facts and twist them.

You must be learning a great deal from him.

You won't let it go, will you?

Any witness can get a number plate wrong.

But it certainly helps the case if they're easy to ridicule.

HE STARTS ENGINE

Look, why can't you just admit that you were wrong?

Why can't you even consider the possibility that I might be right?

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Sorry, sir, we're closed.

You've certainly got your feet under the table.

He's a good lad. We're thinking of taking him on permanently.

Beats me how you do it. They all fall for you, Don't they?

How's Jackie?

Oh.

I know what you need, old son, it's the best medicine.

# Get your motor running

# Head out on the highway

# Looking for adventure

# And whatever comes our way

# Yeah, darlin' gonna make it happen

# Take the world in a love embrace

# Fire all of your g*ns at once

# And explode into space

# Born to be wild... #

Better?

Yeah.

THEY CHUCKLE

You know, this Uncle Henry business,

he's no different to any other villain when it comes down to it.

Well, I wouldn't exactly call him a villain.

What if the boy on the bike had been seriously injured, or k*lled?

What I'm saying is, you know he's broken the law.

You know he's done it, but you can't prove it.

When I first got here, I used to really love it.

Friendly people, beautiful views. But it's just...

It's just...

Well...everything's so slow.

Trust me, it gets on your nerves after a while.

Well, you've got the squad's number.

All you've got to do is give Tony McAllister a call.

You know...I might just do that.

What's going on?

A bit of by-producting.

Do you know the current price of lead?

- Lead? - Aye. Real lead water pipe.

I don't know what it's doing in the middle of a field,

but there seems to be plenty of it.

It'll be from the old army base, won't it?

Army camp? What, an army camp, with bathhouses and toilets and that?

- I should think so. - Hey-hey!

You're supposed to be levelling this ground, not digging it up!

We've got to dig it up before we can level it.

It's got to be ready the day after tomorrow!

It'll be ready. Trust me.

We shall be very sorry to lose you, Bradley.

Well, I've got to have an interview first.

I don't know why you want to go to London, it's full of villains.

I think that's the point, Ventress.

Bradley wants to stretch his talents.

I don't suppose you can stretch yours and get on with the paperwork?

Sarge.

Morning, skip. Lads.

It's just through here, love.

I'm afraid it's a bit sticky, but you'll be all...

Are you looking after her?

It's just through here.

BETTY: Oh, I say!

Whoops-a-daisy!

Now, then.

And there's plenty more where that came from.

Lead's not fetching much of a price at the moment, Claude.

I can see how you bought your Bentley.

How much do you reckon there is?

The more we dig, the more we find.

Well, all right, I'll take the lot.

You will if the price is right.

Let's go and discuss it.

As long as you're buying.

That brings back memories. CLAUDE LAUGHS

I've had a certain amount of training in forensics,

so I thought I might be able to help out.

- Thank you, Sergeant. - Well, we're all on the same team.

I went round this morning and took a look at the boy's bike.

This is what I found adhering to the metal edge of the handlebars.

It looks like paint.

There's a small scratch with some paint chipped off.

Well, I did look at the wing before, Sarge.

Not closely enough, it seems, Bradley.

You can't blame him, skip.

In CID, we're used to looking for the tiny details.

- Indeed. - I told you he was sharp.

I'm sure we're all very grateful for his help.

It probably wouldn't stand up in court on its own,

but, well, I'm sure you can use it to lean on old Henry.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Did Sam Hawkins die intestate? We drafted a copy of his...

Of course he didn't!

I went over and got the will signed myself, the evening before he died.

Right. Do you still want me to deal with the probate?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be so short with you.

I've got the document here somewhere.

I didn't realise you were in Aidensfield that evening.

Well, it was more afternoon.

I popped in on my way home from the golf club.

I see.

Jackie...

I saw no reason to complicate the issue

by mentioning it to Sergeant Craddock.

I went straight home afterwards. That's all he needed to know.

I'll deal with this, then.

It sounds like a great opportunity.

It is. I've got to get through the interview first, though.

It's down in London next week.

Well, I'll miss you.

I won't be the only one round here, either.

You'll get used to someone new.

What does Jackie think about it?

Er...she doesn't know about it...

..yet.

We... We had a bit of a falling out.

Why?

The hit-and-run.

There's a very strong possibility that her uncle was the driver.

Henry Tomkinson?

He wouldn't do something like that.

That's what Jackie says.

Of course, he denies ever being in Aidensfield that evening

and I've got a hunch it was him.

That's why Jackie's upset.

Well, you can see her point.

No. Frankly, I can't.

Oh, Mike, you're putting her in an impossible position.

Maggie, I wasn't driving that car!

Well, I certainly didn't see Henry Tomkinson in the village that...

What?

It was the night Sam Hawkins died, wasn't it?

And?

I went round to see him about six o'clock in the evening.

There wasn't much that could be done, but he did seem more peaceful.

May said it was because the solicitor had been round

just that evening, and that had put his mind at rest.

So he was in Aidensfield that evening.

Sam thought he'd live for ever.

That's why he never got round to making a will before.

I know my uncle wanted to make sure Sam was happy with the provisions.

I knew we could rely on Mr Tomkinson.

Such foul weather it was, too.

It must have been nearly dark when he left here.

It was getting on for five.

He'd spent over an hour with Sam.

Then, after he left, I went to sit with Sam for a bit.

He squeezed my hand. Then he just seemed to drift off.

We never spoke.

I am sorry, May.

Oh, don't be sorry for me, love.

I was married to Sam for years.

And there's not a day that he gave me cause to regret it.

I reckon I'm luckier than most.

KNOCK ON DOOR Don't worry. I'll get it.

PC Bradley.

I'm sorry to hear about your husband, Mrs Hawkins.

Yeah. You'd better let him in.

Actually, I must be off. I nearly forgot, I've got a client at three.

I've arranged for the reading of the will for after the funeral,

but if there's anything else you need to discuss...

I'll phone.

Right. Bye.

It's not getting any better, Claude!

You won't say that when you get your cut out on it!

I mean, the landscaping, it's got to be ready the day after tomorrow!

It will be!

It won't be if you keep digging it up!

As soon as we sell the scrap, I'll have it as flat as David's cap.

Well, how long will that take?

You don't even know where these pipes go!

I do, you know, they go to a lovely lady called Betty Kirk, for readies.

How do you know they're not still connected?

You might flood the place.

What, after all these years? Don't talk daft!

Claude, this has got to stop.

Why don't you go and polish your hearse and let us get on with it?

He didn't leave the Hawkins' farm until nearly five.

Auntie Joyce, I just want to know the truth.

SHE SIGHS

The truth.

The truth is that your uncle made a foolish mistake.

He did knock that boy off his bicycle, didn't he?

The boy wasn't seriously hurt.

Well, that's hardly the point!

He's lied to the police, and so have you!

You're very young, my dear.

Don't patronise me!

Henry has spent his whole life

building up a business and a reputation in this town.

The clients trust him with their confidence and their money.

Is it fair that a man should have all that put in jeopardy

for a single error of judgement?

- No, but... - He'd had a drink!

He knew that he would be over the limit if he were breathalysed,

so he panicked.

You think that could never happen to you?

Well, if it did, I hope I'd have the good sense

not to lie about it afterwards!

Oh, we're not all as pure as you are, my dear.

I suggest you consider your own position in this, very carefully.

What do you mean?

Not many women have had the kind of start in the legal profession

that your uncle has given you.

At the very least, you owe him your loyalty.

I do know that!

So I suggest that you speak to that nice young policeman of yours.

He seems very smitten with you.

And I'm sure you can persuade him to get the enquiry stopped.

Face facts, my dear, if the firm gets into financial difficulties,

Henry will have to let someone go, won't he?

There you go.

Just pop another one in there, would you, please, Gina?

Are you trying to get him drunk?

No. A man is entitled to a drink or two

when he's on his holiday, isn't he?

I hope you're going to carry him up to his room afterwards.

Don't you worry about a thing, ladies.

Thank you.

Cheers, skip.

So, you think Mike Bradley has a chance of getting the job

on this new squad, then?

Well, I put a word in for him, now it's up to him.

He's lucky to have such a good friend.

I'm just trying to help the bloke out.

What's there for him up here?

It's nice little village for a family man like yourself,

but, well, not for Mike.

You may be right.

You had another crack at that solicitor yet?

- Not yet. - Well, you've got to nail him.

You let one get away, it's the thin end of the wedge, isn't it?

You've got the evidence.

Yes. You know...I had a pretty close look at young Peter's bike myself

after the accident.

Still, I probably don't have your eye for forensic detail.

Yeah, well, it's hard for country coppers.

You don't want to rock the boat.

I know what they pay me for. To get results.

Still, takes all sorts. Fancy another?

- Have you seen Mike? - I think he's at home swotting.

Swotting?

He's got an interview with the Met next week. Didn't he tell you?

No, but I haven't really seen him.

Can I get you a drink?

No, thanks. I'll catch up with him later.

That was a bit cruel, wasn't it?

It can't be that serious if he hasn't told her.

Anyway, where were we?

You were trying to drink me under the table, weren't you, skip?

Well, if you find any more, you know where I am.

That lead's not his to sell!

Whose is it, then?

The church's.

Shut up, will you?

Claude, I'm surprised at you!

Well, we dug it up.

From consecrated ground.

The bishop came yesterday. It's a graveyard now.

Take no notice, Betty, he doesn't know what he's talking about.

If it's bent, Claude, I want nowt to do with it. Put it back, pet!

Hang on a minute, Betty.

One thing I've learned in business, Claude, reputation is everything.

I don't involve myself in anything iffy.

Certainly not digging up graveyards.

As usual, thank you very much for very little.

You were supposed to sort out the new graveyard.

There's a trench right across it!

If you want the entire village to know

you denied old Sam a decent Christian burial...

Mm? Well, I want that trench filled in, turf back

and one nice new small grave by tomorrow morning!

I know what you want.

Hello, could I speak to Detective Inspector Morris, please?

This is Raymond Craddock here.

How are you, sir?

Yes, I'm fine.

Yes, she is too.

Look, I need to speak to your uncle again.

I went to see Mrs Hawkins, as you know.

The fact that he was in Aidensfield proves nothing.

Hm. Then why lie about it?

My uncle is entitled to be presumed innocent until proven guilty.

The burden of the proof is on the prosecution. That's the law!

Oh, come on, I know you've got to say all that!

My defence would be the same for any client.

What you said before was right. I shouldn't take this personally.

It's up to the police to prove their case.

And if we put David Stockwell in the witness box,

you will then use all your considerable professional skills

to rip him apart, won't you?

Believe me, I don't want to do that.

Oh, really?

At least we know where we stand, don't we?

I hear you're going back to London.

Yep, I've got an interview.

- Well, I hope it goes well for you. - Thanks. So do I.

I think I may as well give up.

No, you're just having one of those days, Henry. We all have them.

Perhaps you've still got a touch of the flu.

You know, Oscar, I used to think I was such a smart fellow.

Maybe it's time for you to take a leaf out of my book and retire.

It did wonders for my handicap.

You could be right.

Is that your niece's car?

Oh, you're going to have to excuse me.

A word of advice, Henry.

Get it off your chest. Make you feel a lot better.

And the consequences will be easier to face.

You don't miss much, do you, Oscar?

HE SIGHS Not much.

Your aunt thought you could be persuaded to fall into line.

Perhaps she doesn't know you as well as I do.

The boy wasn't badly hurt.

That may help us to argue in mitigation.

I'm sorry, Jackie.

So am I.

The Law Society will probably want an investigation.

If I...retire

before that comes to fruition, that should save the firm.

Why didn't you tell me?

Even the next morning we could have gone to the police!

But to just lie to everyone!

And keep lying!

How could you be such a coward?

TEARY: I defended you to everyone.

I couldn't believe you could do such a thing.

Not you, Uncle Henry.

Not you.

I'd like to erm...

I'd like to make a statement

about the accident which took place in Aidensfield on Tuesday evening.

I'd had several drinks. I thought I'd be breathalysed.

I saw before me the spectre of professional ruin

and I panicked.

I make no excuse for myself.

But I would like it to go on record

that I...deeply regret my behaviour.

Well, as I'm sure you know, Mr Tomkinson, in view of your position,

this matter is going to have to be referred upward,

probably to the Chief Constable, for a decision on whether to prosecute.

I quite understand.

There is one matter we haven't covered.

After the accident, was the paintwork of your vehicle scratched

in any way?

No, there was no damage to my car at all.

I examined it quite carefully the next morning.

But it did get scratched a couple of days later.

It was parked near my office. I presume it was some hooligan.

Yes.

That'll be all for the moment. Thank you, Mr Tomkinson.

Thank you, Sergeant.

- So there's not really a lot to do? - Not really, no.

- Skip! How's your head? - Fine. Can we have a word?

Go on, Bradley.

Rod, was it you who scratched Henry Tomkinson's car?

Now, that's a leading question.

Look, I just want a straight answer, mate!

Come on, Mike!

Have you spoken with your governor recently?

Not since I rang him about Mike, no. I'm on holiday.

I had a word with a colleague of mine in the Met this morning.

Apparently, Detective Superintendent McAllister and his team

have just been suspended,

pending the outcome of a corruption investigation.

What? I don't believe you.

You'll find the details on page two.

Fabricating evidence and intimidating witnesses

were among the allegations.

Gina, can I use your phone?

Looks like my brilliant career's over before it's begun.

They're not all like him.

If you're serious about going back to London,

I can have a word with that colleague I mentioned.

You know, Sarge, when I joined the force,

Rodney Marshall was the best police officer on the job.

Everyone thought that.

He even won a commendation for bravery.

I think you're made of sterner stuff, Bradley.

I don't think I'll take that chance.

Mr Greengrass, they're going to get their shoes terribly muddy.

It's a funeral, not a garden party.

There's a lot of water in here, you know.

I'll go and see if I can find a bucket that's not been kicked.

What?

I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord.

He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.

And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.

I reckon you're making it worse, you know.

Well, where do you want me to put it?

You don't half take chances.

Have you got a minute?

MUSIC: 'Hole In My Shoe' by Traffic

Come on, it's not going down! Quick! Give me the bucket!

# I looked in the sky where an elephant's eye

# Was looking at me from a bubblegum tree

# And all that I knew was the hole in my shoe

# Which was letting in water

# Letting in water...

Are you sure you want to be seen with a bent lawyer?

I know your uncle put you in a very difficult position.

I wanted to say I really respect the way you handled it.

It was very professional.

VICAR: We therefore commit his body to the ground,

earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

dust to dust,

in sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life.

BUBBLING

# I started to fall

# And suddenly woke

# And the dew on the grass

# Had soaked through my coat

# And all that I knew was

# The hole in my shoe

# Which was letting in water

# Letting in water. #

So, when are you going back to London?

I'm not.

I realised the job wasn't quite what I wanted.

Also...

..I realised there was more for me in Aidensfield.

Well, it is an area of outstanding natural beauty.

You see,

if I went...

..I'd never know if you and I could...

Well, could...

Fall in love with each other?

# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss

# When my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss

# Stay in my memory? #