14x19 - Friends And Relations

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss Stay in my memory? ♪

DISTANT THUNDER

Miller announces that he's off to learn the patch.

If you ask me, it's just an excuse for him to check up on folk.

Yeah, well, it's my afternoon off, so you'll have peace and quiet.

- Hot date? - Yeah, maybe.

Yeah, a gorgeous nurse. I could do with one of them.

- Has she got any mates? - You've got Rosie.

- The romance of the century. - Don't even joke about it.

She's a nice kid.

Yeah, but that's exactly what she is. A kid.

BIRDS CHIRPING

TYRES SCREECH

SIREN BLARES

SIREN BLARES

Ha-ha!

Car registration: Alpha Victor - - - .

Bellamy, find out who this joker is! He's driving like a maniac!

Woo-hoo!

SIREN BLARES

ENGINE REVS

SIREN BLARES

ENGINE REVS

Hey! You look nice.

- Nice? - You know.

So, where are you taking me?

I thought, maybe take a ride up the coast,

find a quiet place, and have some dinner later on.

- Sounds romantic. - Put your lid on.

Clare! What are you doing tonight? You must come to our party.

Oh, I don't know, Tim. We were...

Gavin!

Isn't it brilliant? Gavvers is my new boss.

That's what we're celebrating.

Great! This is Rob. Rob Walker.

Hello, Rob.

CLARE: Dr Gavin Kennedy. We used to work together.

You're obviously a man of impeccable taste, Rob.

I used to have one of these, but I pranged it.

I've had a few spills myself. Shh!

Come on, Clare! I'm sure Rob would love one of our parties!

What?! See you lot still behaving like a bunch of medical students?

Well, if you can't make it,

we should get together for a drink some other time.

It's always nice to meet another serious biker.

Yeah.

ENGINE REVS

If you ask me, she still fancies you!

GAVIN CHUCKLES

There are some very bad drivers around here.

You didn't get him, then, sarge?

More to the point, Bellamy, what did you get?

BELLAMY: The car is registered to a...

...Mr Herbert Armstrong of Ilkley.

So he's probably well off the patch by now, sarge.

Thinking that he's got away with it. He's got another thing coming.

Get me Ilkley nick on the phone!

Yes, sarge.

Haven't seen one of these for a while.

The lad washing the car. Is his name David Stockwell?

Yeah. Do you want me to... No!

What about petrol?

It's never our little David!

Ooh, it is!

And what a handsome young fella you've become!

Hey!

PEGGY KISSING

Let me look at you. Ooh, you're a right little smasher!

You've got your mother's eyes.

You don't recognise me, do you, lovey?

Well, that's no surprise. The years have taken their toll.

I'm your auntie.

- My auntie? - Your Auntie Peg!

Auntie Peggy?

Your poor mam's been that worried about you,

she sent me along to sort you out.

My mum's dead.

Ah, well... Often the best go first.

PEGGY: Come on. You can buy your poor old auntie a drink,

and I'll explain.

SEAGULLS SQUAWKING

We could change our plans, if you like.

I don't mind going to a party.

Anyway, it's about time I met some of your mates from the hospital.

I just don't want to spoil things. I like it just you and me.

How would a party spoil things?

When I worked with Gavin before...

Well, it's complicated.

We sort of went out together.

Yeah? Contrary to popular opinion,

us policemen do have some powers of observation, you know!

Is it that obvious?

No, but I can see you've got some history between you.

The point is, is it over?

- Yes. - That seemed pretty definite.

If we bumped into one of my ex-girlfriends, how would you feel?

I'd want to k*ll her!

You'd want to k*ll her!

CLARE LAUGHS

GINA: There you go.

You know, I've always been a bit psychic.

Your mam were, an' all.

Oh. I never knew.

So you've really, you know, talked to her from the other side?

We may not have seen one another for years but...

on another level, we were always in touch.

I thought you'd never talked to each other since my Grandma died.

And all the money in her Post Office account disappeared.

Lad! All families have their disagreements!

But we remained sisters.

Aw. I really miss my mam.

Now Mr Vernon's gone, an' all.

She always used to knit me a jumper for my Christmas.

Yeah, one of the world's great knitters, was your mam.

Could have knitted for England!

The only problem with them was that the sleeves were...

just always a little bit too long.

Oh! Oh, come on, lovey!

Hey, now don't take on so!

Hey! Your Auntie Peggy's here now!

♪ THE SEARCHERS: Sugar and Spice

♪ Kisses sweeter than wine

♪ Sugar and spice and all things nice

♪ You know that little girl is mine

PARTYGOERS LAUGHING

♪ Everybody stops and stares At my baby

♪ When she's Walking down the street ♪

Hey! You came!

CLARE LAUGHS

- Hey, Robbo. - Hey.

Let's get a drink. Someone's having a good time.

CLARE LAUGHS

- He is so gorgeous, I... - Julie, this is Rob.

Julie's my best mate. Well, most of the time.

- Hi, Rob. - Hiya.

Yeah, you're not bad either.

Thing is, kiddo, if you don't want him...

CLARE: You're welcome to him.

Really?! She is such a good friend.

Shares everything.

I'm not sharing this one, OK?

OK, I'll concentrate on... What's his name?

Gavin!

Oh, dear!

Wouldn't like her hangover in the morning!

Oh, this is Alfred.

Hey, what a palace!

I never dreamt you were a man of property, David!

Oh, Mr Vernon, he, er... He...

Joined your mam on the other side?

Oh, no! No, they never knew each other.

No, he left me this place.

- Must have been fond of you, lad. - Yeah, well, he's...

Oh, right.

DOG BARKING

Hey!

Don't you start getting ideas above your station, Doggie!

PARTYGOER LAUGHING

♪ STATUS QUO: Pictures Of Matchstick Men

Hey, Robbo! You're having a good time?

- Yeah, yeah. Pretty good. - Are you sure?

You don't look drunk enough.

- Oh, I've got work tomorrow. - Don't worry about that. So have I!

Here... Take one of these.

You can rock all night and you can work all day.

What are they?

Trust me. I'm a doctor!

I hate to tell you this, Timmo. I'm a copper.

Yeah, right! Nice one, Robbo! I like that!

TIM LAUGHS

A copper!

TIM LAUGHS

TIM LAUGHING

What's so funny?

Did you know Tim was popping pills?

They're a bit of a wild crowd. I did try and tell you that.

What are they taking?

Oh, come on, Rob. You're not on duty now.

JULIE: Hey! Listen, everyone! Shh!

Come and see what Tim's doing! He's doing a high-wire act!

PARTYGOERS TALK INDISTINCTLY

Maybe it's time we went, eh?

CLARE: You wanted to come!

You've turned out to be a bleedin' stuffed shirt!

Can't you just look the other way?

Clare, wait a minute!

Clare!

PARTYGOERS LAUGHING

TIM: Whoops!

TIM LAUGHING

Right, Gavvers, you take the bet.

quid says I make it to the other side!

Yeah! And the rest!

MAN: Watch yourself, Tim.

He's in no fit state. Are you gonna try and stop him?

He's pranking around. He won't really do it. Will you, Timbo?

Won't do it?!

TIM: Won't do it?! I'll have you know that my grandfather

was the finest high-wire act in the whole...

GUESTS SCREAMING

Tim!

WOMAN: Let's get him in the ambulance.

Nice and steady.

Dr Kennedy's going to go in the ambulance with him, if that's OK.

Looks like he's broken his neck.

- Presumably, he was drunk. - I'd say so.

- Sarge. - Walker?

I think he'd taken something. He certainly had a pocketful of pills.

That makes sense. His pupils were dilated.

- That suggests amphetamines. - Right.

We'll have to take statements from everyone.

Bellamy, follow the ambulance to the hospital.

Check his clothes. You're looking for dr*gs.

Right, sarge.

It's not much, but it's all I've got.

And as my only living relative, you should have it.

No!

Aunt Peggy, no, I couldn't. What are you going to drive?

Well... I find driving very hard work nowadays.

Especially when I've got one of my heads. Ooh!

You see? Just the mention of it sets it off.

It's like some terrible monster's got my head in its vice-like grip.

I'll go and get the doctor.

No! Glove compartment, there's a bottle.

GLASSES CLINK

- That one? - Thank you.

PEGGY COUGHS

It's the only thing that works.

Oh, er... What shall I do? Shall I take you to the hospital?

No.

No, I don't believe in hospitals.

You go in laughing and come out in a box.

I've seen it happen too many times. No.

No. All I need is...

...is a place to rest awhile.

Oh...

I mean, you could use Mr Vernon's room for as long as you like.

No. No, I wouldn't dream of moving in on you, lad!

No, it wouldn't be fair. You're young.

You've got your life ahead of you.

You don't want to be lumbered with your poor, sick, old auntie.

I don't mind, really.

People might think I were taking advantage of you.

I don't mind what people think! I think that you should stay!

You don't want to be by yourself when you're feeling all poorly!

- Me and Alfred will look after you. - Well...

...if you insist. Just for a bit.

You really are a grand lad, aren't you, David?

They let me look through all of his stuff. But I found nothing.

He had the pills in his trouser pocket. He offered me one.

It's a pity you didn't do your duty and nick him on the spot.

Then he wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed with a broken neck,

- would he? - No, sarge.

Get out of my sight!

MACHINES BEEPING

Will he pull through?

Hard to say.

Dixon's the consultant, so he's in expert hands.

Poor Tim.

Yeah, well, the last thing Tim needs right now

is Mr Plod all over the hospital, asking stupid questions.

So you better have a word with your policeman.

He's not my policeman!

How did you end up with one of the boys in blue? It's almost funny.

Gav, I know it didn't work out for us,

but I'd never let you down. You can trust me.

The question is, can you trust him.

Does he know what a right little raver you are?

Or does he think he's going out with Florence Nightingale?

Although the incident last night seems,

on the face of it, to be an accident,

if the young man was under the influence of dr*gs,

I want to know who supplied them, and I want that person nicked.

It might not be that easy, sarge.

Yeah, well, that won't be your problem, Walker.

In view of your compromising connections to this group,

you will not take any part in this investigation.

Yeah, but if anyone knows anything,

they might feel more comfortable talking to Rob.

Did I ask you for your comments?

Just trying to be helpful.

Less argument will be more helpful.

I shall handle the investigation myself.

You, Walker, can take over my clampdown on motoring offences.

Oh, on the subject of that, sarge, Ilkley were on.

They did try to track down Herbert Armstrong. Turns out he's dead.

Then who's the ruddy maniac that's driving round in his car?

Walker, find out.

A bit of proper police work

should put you back on the straight and narrow.

Sarge.

- Morning, Bernie. - Robert.

I'm looking for a car, possibly stolen. An Austin Goodwood.

I've got the registration here, somewhere.

I knew she was up to no good.

She? Who's she?

So, how long is she stopping?

Oh, just for a while.

Why are you moving all Vernon's furniture out, then?

Well, just to give her some space.

I mean, it's not really ladies' stuff, this, is it?

I know she's your auntie, but you don't really know her, do you?

Yeah, I do.

When was the last time you saw her?

- I don't know. - It must have been years ago!

Look! It's all right for you, you've got a family!

You've got a dad, and you've got brothers!

Well, my mum's dead, and now Mr Vernon's gone.

So who have I got left? Alfred. And he's a dog!

David, you've got loads of friends!

It's not the same though, is it?

Just cos she's your auntie

doesn't mean she's got your best interests at heart.

Yeah, she is my auntie.

And she can stay here for as long as she likes,

because I like her, and Alfred likes her,

and I don't care what anybody else thinks!

I was only saying!

If you're not happy, you can take a big run and a jump! All of you!

Nice car, David. Who does it belong to?

Actually... It's mine!

I've known Tim Kerr since he was a medical student.

Great fun, and a fine doctor.

I'm sure we're all as anxious as you are, Dr Kennedy,

to find out exactly what happened.

The sad truth is, sergeant,

it was a piece of tomfoolery that went tragically wrong.

You think Dr Kerr will pull through?

I pray he does.

But if you ask my professional opinion, well...

If he doesn't make it, there will be a post mortem.

If it's found that he was under the influence of dr*gs or alcohol,

there will be an inquest.

And then we can't regard what happened just as an accident.

All I can say is, sergeant, you have my co-operation. %.

Tim is a good, good friend.

If someone really is responsible for this tragedy,

then I want them brought to book. Make no mistake.

- We'll do our best. - I'm sure you will.

Stolen?! It's not stolen. We've had it for years.

It's registered to a Mr Herbert Armstrong.

My late husband. Oh, he were a lovely man, David.

And he was very fond of you.

No, I've been meaning to change the log book,

but you know how these things slip your mind.

As you can see, Constable, I'm not in the best of health.

So you've no insurance either? Oh, no.

That's all paid up to date.

ROBERT: In your husband's name?

Mrs Armstrong, a deceased person cannot be insured.

The insurance companies don't seem to mind.

They've been happy to take my money.

And who signs the form?

PEGGY: I did. But then I always used to take care of that sort of thing.

I think you need to come down to the station so we can sort this out.

Oh, I...

DAVID: She's not been feeling very well.

Tomorrow, if you can manage it. And bring all your documents.

I'll see myself out.

EXHALES

PEGGY LAUGHS

Do you know, David,

I've been sitting here, looking at them lovely plum trees of yours,

and do you know what I've been thinking?

No. What?

Well...

...you're such a kind-hearted lad,

maybe your old auntie can teach you a trick or two.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hey.

- Cup of tea? - Thanks.

How's Tim?

Not good.

But they certainly gave Julie a good going-over.

All they did was interview her.

You've got to put a stop to this, Rob!

- Why? - Tim knew what he was doing.

How do you mean exactly?

We work hard, we play hard. OK, so it's not strictly legal.

But that's the real world outside of Planet Plod.

And you're an expert on the real world, are you?

Plenty of people use dr*gs.

ROBERT: Including you?

I have done.

Who supplies you?

I'm supposed to rat on my friends so you can earn Brownie points?

You think the person who helped Tim

take a lethal cocktail of dr*gs and alcohol is his friend?

You look like a nice, easy-going bloke, Rob.

But really, you're just a woodentop through and through, aren't you?

Oh, right.

And you're so hip and trendy, you can look down your nose at us folk

who try and lead decent lives and obey the law.

That kind of arrogance makes me sick!

I thought you were different.

Yeah, funny you should mention that. I thought you were different too!

Just goes to show how wrong we both were, eh?

Have a nice life, Rob.

DOOR CLOSES

What about tomorrow night? We could go to the pictures.

Right. Well, the thing is, Rosie, it's er...

It's just a bit difficult at the moment.

They can't expect you to work late every night, surely?

Yeah, I know what you mean. Erm, well...

Oh, Rob! Excuse me a minute. Rob...

- What are you having, mate? - Just a pint, please, Gina.

No, make it a Scotch. Large one.

What's up with you?

Me and Clare have had a bust-up. Basically, it's over.

Oh, right.

Well, maybe that's not such a bad thing.

I thought you liked her.

I seem to recall you asking me if she had any mates.

Yeah. Thanks, Gina. I'll get that.

Yeah, well... Rob, I probably shouldn't be telling you this.

In that case, you probably should.

- We've received some information. - Information?

This dr*gs business at the hospital.

Clare could be more involved than you think.

What do you mean?

Miller wants you kept out of it, so I shouldn't say any more.

- Phil? - If it's over, you're off the hook.

So, you know, take a friendly word of advice.

Steer clear.

Oh, great. Another large one, please, Gina.

What was he called? Bert?

Yeah, Bert Armstrong. Never to be forgotten. He dealt in scrap metal,

and car rigging as well. Though he was never convicted.

Apparently, he's dead. She's moved in with David.

And Rosie reckons she means to stay.

That house is worth a fair bit. Can't you have a word?

After all, it was Vernon's house.

Rosie's already tried to make him see sense, and got a right earful.

I doubt he'll listen to me.

What's up?

ROSIE: I don't understand what I've done wrong.

It's not the bloke that's supposed to play hard to get.

Well, I wouldn't expect too much from Phil, if I was you.

Why not? Don't you think he likes me?

Yes, I'm sure he likes you.

But he doesn't always get it right with girls.

He might think he's a jack the lad, but he's not. And he's a lot older.

Yeah, I know. He even likes Matt Monroe! He's got all his records.

There you go, then!

Just through here.

You can wait in there.

Alf, could you tell Miller that she's here, please?

I'll tell him myself.

- Bellamy's brought Clare Owen in. - Right.

You've excluded me from this investigation,

which you've every right to do,

but I thought you'd let me know that you were gonna arrest her.

I've not arrested her... Yet.

I want to hear what she has to say for herself.

And contrary to what you think,

I was trying to save you some embarrassment.

Are you sure you didn't think I was going to tip her off?

Right! I've had enough from you, Walker!

If you've got any future in this job,

you remember who you're speaking to!

- Sarge. - Sergeant!

Sergeant.

That's better. Now, you've work to do.

I suggest you go and do it.

My mum used to make a lovely plum jam.

It was always my favourite.

She'd get a good few pounds out of these.

Hey! Waste not, want not!

It was rotten. That's no use for making jam.

Well, the thing is, lad, since we've got so many of them,

and they are pretty overripe...

...plum wine might be a better bet.

Aye. Do you know how to make it?

Well, I may be a bit rusty, but, er, I reckon I've still got the knack.

If amphetamines or any other dr*gs have been stolen from the hospital,

I know nothing about it.

This last place you worked at...

St Martha's. Why did you leave there?

I left because it was time to move on.

You sure you didn't have any problems?

Look, if someone has made accusations against me,

then tell me what they are. At least then I can defend myself!

A witness has made a statement

in which it is alleged that you were seen stealing dr*gs

- at Ashfordly General. - It's a damn lie!

Did you give the dr*gs to Tim Kerr?

No!

Didn't you have a similar racket going at St Martha's?

And when you thought you'd be rumbled,

you left to avoid an investigation.

No!

Who's been saying these things about me?

What we want to know, Clare, is... Are they true?

DOOR OPENS

Er...

We could do with a brew, if you wouldn't mind, Alf.

Oh. Right.

So what's going on?

Look...

Somebody at the hospital's made a statement.

She's been seen nicking dr*gs.

It was probably her who gave the stuff to Kerr.

No. I don't believe it. Phil, I was there.

Yeah. She was at it at her last place, too.

Only she didn't get caught.

She might have experimented with a few dr*gs. But I know her.

She is not a thief.

You think you know her, but maybe you don't.

Look, women are good at pulling the wool over our eyes!

Mate, you are wrong about this!

DOOR SLAMS

ROBERT: Julie, I was wondering if I could have a word.

You lot, you don't give up, do you?

I've told you everything I know. Signed a statement.

What more do you want?

Tim's had a pulmonary embolus. A blood clot.

They've just taken him to surgery.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

Yeah. Like you care.

Julie...

Not good news about Dr Kerr.

Looks like Miller might get his post mortem.

You've worked in a lot of hospitals.

Is there much drug-taking amongst medical staff?

It happens. Staff are overworked.

Often under intense pressure, and the temptation's ever present.

Could a nurse easily help herself?

Not easily.

What nurse are we talking about here? Not Clare, surely?

I just don't believe she would.

Then trust your instincts.

Yes, madam?

I was told to bring 'em, so I have.

By 'eck! Peggy Armstrong.

Alf Ventress.

Don't you remember me?

Starlight Rooms in Scarborough, just after the w*r.

I remember you were a great dancer.

That girlfriend of yours, though, the tubby one,

she had two left feet.

Mrs Ventress.

Ah, sarge. This is Mrs Armstrong.

The Austin Goodwood.

Sterling Moss in person!

Your young copper wanted to see my documents.

I'll deal with Mrs Armstrong. Come this way, madam.

Take this to the cell, will you, Geoff?

Oh, Geoff, Geoff! Who's that for?

- The lady in t'cells. - I'll take it.

GEOFF: I'm not sure, Rob.

ROBERT: Don't worry. It'll be fine.

PEGGY: You see, when he was took bad, we got one of these.

- Power of attorney. - Uh-huh.

That's all very well, but it doesn't excuse your atrocious driving.

Ah, see, that's because I misplaced my glasses.

I mean, without them, I can't see the... What's it's name?

Road?

Speedometer.

CLARE: Come to gloat?

Clare, I know you're innocent.

- Can't you just tell them that? - I've tried.

Who would tell such lies about me? And why?

Who's got it in for you?

I didn't think anyone had.

Well think, hard. Who have you upset?

Who's got a grudge?

There's Julie, I suppose.

- But isn't she your best mate? - Yeah.

She's certainly got a big thing for Gavin.

Maybe he turned her down and she blames me.

Rob, what are you playing at? If Miller catches you in here...

I know, I know.

Look, he's dead.

What are you saying?

What's happened?

Clare, I'm sorry.

He died in surgery, we've just found out.

CLARE SOBBING

Just leave her, eh?

CLARE SOBBING

David!

DOG BARKS

Since when's your name David?

Oh, hello! What did they say at the police station?

Oh, the usual nonsense.

They like to give you a good ticking off.

Makes them feel important.

David! What on earth do you think you're doing?

You were so long at the police station,

I thought I'd better get started. So I'm treading the plums for...

Well, this is how you do it, isn't it?

It's not how we do it. Get yourself out of there, lad!

Oh, you might have taken your shoes off!

If this is about another nurse making false accusations,

then Sergeant Miller must consider it, surely?

Not if it comes from me.

They all just think I'm being blinkered about Clare.

They must have something pretty convincing then.

Julie's word against hers.

I've been charged and released on bail.

They blame me for Tim's death!

You've got to help me, Rob. I don't know who else to ask.

Sit yourself down. I'll get you a drink.

I didn't steal anything.

Something doesn't quite make sense here.

Are you sure the accusation couldn't have come from a doctor?

A doctor?

You know how stupidly hierarchical hospitals can be.

Rob, the pills that were in Tim Kerr's pocket were never found,

- were they? - No.

No, they must have been removed. But who by?

Dr Kennedy went in the ambulance with Tim.

I was called to the scene,

so ordinarily, I would have gone myself.

But he wanted to go. In fact, he insisted on it.

No, Gavin would never do this.

Are you sure about that, Clare?

Sounds like a pretty convincing theory to me.

I think it's time you told us all about it.

This is brilliant! Where did you learn to do all this?

During the w*r, David, we had to make do with what we had.

Me and your mam were still living at home then.

On your grandad's farm.

And we had these two lads sent by the Ministry to work for us.

Two Polish lads, they were.

And they brought this special recipe from home.

Oh, like a sort of Polish plum wine.

Yeah. Well, I've been...

making it on and off ever since.

That's perfect! Get them bottles, lad!

BOTTLES CLANKING

Lovely.

Right...

So, erm... What are we going to do with it all, then?

Oh... I usually give it away.

To friends.

I know I should have told you everything at the beginning.

I'm glad Dr Trent has persuaded you to see sense.

When I worked at St Martha's,

Dr Kennedy and I were involved in a relationship.

He started to take amphetamines from the hospital.

You mean steal them?

CLARE: As a doctor, it was easy for him.

He could get access to the dispensary.

Especially at night.

He'd say there was something he urgently needed and...

When we were just using the stuff ourselves, I thought it was OK.

And then I found out he was selling it to other hospital staff.

We argued about it.

I ended up leaving St Martha's and coming to Ashfordly.

She didn't want to be involved any more.

BUBBLING, METAL GRINDING

Righty-ho. That shouldn't give you any more problems.

Ride safely!

- Hiya. - Hi.

I just wanted to say sorry for having a go at you the other day.

It doesn't matter.

DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE

I brought you a present.

- What is it? - Oh, it's plum wine.

Me and Auntie Peggy made it.

That's what she does, you know. She...

She just makes stuff and gives it away to her friends.

So, you see, you are wrong about her.

I don't like wine much.

Oh...

I just wanted to try and make you see that she doesn't take advantage.

OK.

- So, are we still friends, then? - Yeah.

I'll go and, er...

Yes, I do understand that St Martha's has a reputation to safeguard.

Could you hold on just one moment?

Dr James Carley's the senior consultant.

He was Gavin Kennedy's boss.

They suspected Kennedy was stealing dr*gs

but nothing could ever be proved.

So he was, shall we say, persuaded to move on.

St Martha's passed the buck.

I'm going to hand you over to Sergeant Miller now, Jimmy,

if you could explain it all to him.

Yes, strictly off the record, I promise.

Off the ruddy record! I don't like working like this.

Good morning, sir. Sergeant George Miller here.

Stone the crows! That's never wine!

Here. Let me have a try.

Ooh, it's more like vodka, that!

Here. Give it here.

Ey, that's slivovitz. It's not bad, either.

- What's that? - Mmm.

Well, it's a Polish vodka, Rosie. It's a home-brew, made from plums.

Comes from a particular region.

I used to have it during the w*r. Never forgotten the taste!

David said him and Peggy made it themselves.

- Yeah. - She must have built a still.

David's not going to get in trouble over this, is he?

He will if the customs and police find out.

He doesn't know what he's doing. He thinks it's wine.

That's the law. You can't distil anything without a licence.

It's illegal.

You were right, Walker. Come on, let's get this sorted out.

What did you say?

CREAKING, METAL GRINDING

RATTLING

BANGING

Clare!

I hear they're doing the post mortem on Tim is this afternoon.

Yeah.

It's all been a bit grim. Poor old Timbo.

So you thought you'd arrange for me to carry the can.

I'm a doctor. And you're only a nurse.

Who do you think Mr Plod's going to believe?

Ah. The noble new boyfriend.

You took the pills out of Tim's pocket, didn't you?

I was only trying to protect the reputation of a good friend.

Surely you can understand that.

Could we have your keys, Dr Kennedy?

My keys?

Just hand them over.

SIGHS

Look, is this necessary, Constable?

CLARE: It's this one.

DR KENNEDY: I don't know what lies she's been telling you.

Let's go and see, shall we?

LOCK RATTLING

Ah, Dr Kennedy!

We've just been going through the dr*gs audit.

There do seem to be some discrepancies.

Quantities of amphetamines are missing.

His keys, sarge.

So you borrowed the key one night and had a copy of your own made.

Then you could come and go, helping yourself whenever you liked.

A neat little racket.

I'm not saying anything.

I want a solicitor.

Was it the same trick you played at St Martha's?

They couldn't prove anything. Nor will you.

Oh, I think you're wrong there, Doctor.

- Walker! - WALKER: Sergeant.

Nick him.

CREAKING

STEAM HISSES

David! What are you doing?!

Oh, hello!

It's great, isn't it?

You could get into serious trouble for this!

If the police find out about this, you could end up in jail!

It's all right, we're not selling the stuff.

We're just giving it away. Auntie Peggy reckons...

Who's she giving it to?

DAVID: She's just taken a load down to Ashfordly

to give to a friend of hers called Oggy. He has a lot of parties.

David, if it's the Oggy I know of, he runs a string of shebeens!

CLANGING, HISSING

Sorry, what?

- Illegal drinking clubs. - Eh!

I don't like to mention this, but it looks like it's overheating.

BANGING

It's all right. It just needs a little oil.

I think we should get out of here. Now.

- Yeah, I do too. Come on. - Come on, David.

- DAVID: I'm just going to put ― - David! Now!

I'll be right with you. I'll just put these in.

expl*si*n

QUACKING DUCKS

David!

Oh, David! David, lovey!

Oh, are you all right?

Oh, lovey, it's all my fault! Lovey!

Oh, I'm so sorry!

Oh, David! Oh...

- Well, clear off, you! Show's over! - Oi!

Come on, love. Oh! Oh, dear!

I'm thinking of going down south. Getting a job in London.

If I stay at Ashfordly General,

people will always be wondering about me.

Probably.

So... Thanks for what you did.

I try and do what's right.

I happen to believe in that.

Boring and old fashioned of me, I know.

Lucky for me you do think like that.

Especially after what I said. I'm sorry, I was so nasty.

We both lost our rag a bit.

I suppose we see things differently.

Yes. We certainly do.

Pity.

Take care of yourself, Rob.

Yeah, you too.

You must admit, before all this, we did have a laugh.

Yeah. Yeah, we did.

DOOR CLOSES

There you go.

When she thought he was hurt, she was quite beside herself.

More like she knows when she's onto a good thing.

GINA: Aw, maybe she's just what David needs.

Ha! I wouldn't go as far as that, Gina.

'Ey up!

- Hi, Rosie. - Hi.

- Look, can I have a word? - Yeah, OK.

And one for Rob.

Well...

Yeah, thanks.

I like you, Rosie. You know I do. It's just that, well...

You're too old for me.

Well, partly that, yeah.

It's OK. I've been thinking about it since I spoke to Gina, and, well...

Cos when I'm your age, you'll practically be an old man, won't you?

See you.

Right. Well, that's that sorted, then.

There you go, mate.

Here's to single life, eh?

If we're drinking to that... Oscar, a couple of whisky chasers, please.

Well, if you two want a chaser,

I've got something... really special for you to try.

OSCAR: A sort of... aquavit.

Fine. We'll give it a go.

How the blazes did he get hold of that?!

I don't know.

It's not bad.

- Where did you get that from? - I hope it's not dodgy.

OSCAR: No, it's a present.

COUGHS

From Mrs Armstrong here.

CHUCKLES

Well... Just a little thank you

for welcoming me into your lovely village.

OSCAR: And very nice too.

Na zdrowie!

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