♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪
MUSIC: 'A Whiter Shade of Pale' by Procol Harum
- Henry. - Jack.
years.
A local hard man's been released on licence from prison.
A Henry Stoddard.
Stoddard? A bit before my time, I think, Sarge.
I remember him. k*lled a policeman, didn't he?
Yes. Apparently from this station. A PC Machin.
Stoddard may be coming back to our patch to stay with his brother.
So keep an eye out, eh?
MUSIC: 'Shakin' All Over' by Johnny Kidd & The Pirates
Your gran was a wonderful woman. Woops!
She taught me many valuable lessons
about how to survive in this harsh world.
- Did she? - Yes.
How to tickle a trout at night out of sight of gamekeepers' eyes.
Oh.
It's a good job an' all,
cos, like you, I never had a dad to teach me anything.
Peggy, no, look, the main road. We're coming up to...
Aunt Peggy, stop!
TYRES SCREECH
POLICE SIREN
Didn't you see the halt sign?
Yeah, but there was nothing coming.
- Right. Let's see your licence. - You what?
Your driver's licence.
Well, I don't think I've got one. Not on me, anyroad.
You have passed a test, haven't you?
You didn't have to when I were a girl.
You just got it from the post office.
Right, you have five days to produce your driver's licence
and your insurance certificate.
Bobbies today.
I ask ya!
You should be out catching criminals,
not harassing innocent folk like me.
Five days, Peggy!
What you see here, Rosemary,
is the depressing record of a man's life laid bare.
Bills, invoices, receipts, from a life spent
tinkering with engines and sealing folk up in boxes. Pathetic!
Oh, don't be daft, Bernie.
We've been through this all before.
You provide valuable, highly respected services
to members of the community.
Though I'm not sure you still need to keep a receipt
for an Austin gearbox.
ALF: You think he'll be back?
I sincerely hope not.
MUSIC: 'A Whiter Shade of Pale' by Procol Harum
♪ And so it was
♪ Later
♪ As the miller told his tale
♪ That her face, at first just ghostly
♪ Turned a whiter shade of pale... ♪
Dennis didn't seem keen to hang around.
Had to get off.
Well, he has got a wife and kids.
I got the impression he's ashamed to be seen with me.
MUSIC: 'Ride On Baby by Chris Farlowe
♪ A smile on your face
♪ But not in your eyes
♪ You're looking through me
♪ You don't feel it inside
GLASS SMASHES
♪ No, ride on, baby, ride on, baby
♪ Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
♪ I could pick your face out in an FBI file... ♪
Who did that?
I've got a very good idea.
I was just coming to get you, Sarge.
Rob's just reported in. There's been an incident at the Aidensfield Arms.
Somebody smashed a window there last night.
A real coalface of crime round here, isn't it(?)
Oscar seems to think that
there might be something more serious behind it.
Good afternoon, Mr Ventress.
Sorry I'm late, Sarge.
Somebody put a brick in through one of our windows last night.
Henry Stoddard is a well-known local villain and sheep rustler.
So why's he got it in for you?
years ago, me and Alf Ventress were the first officers on the scene
the night he gunned down and k*lled PC Ralph Machin.
What exactly happened?
Oh, Machin was off duty.
Alf and I were called out after reports of a shot being fired.
A car was seen being driven out of a quiet lane.
It was Stoddard's car.
He was dead when we got there.
From a r*fle wound.
He'd had trouble with Stoddard.
So we paid a visit and found a . r*fle in his car.
Ballistics confirmed it was the w*apon that was used to k*ll Machin.
Course, Stoddard said he was somewhere else that night,
but he couldn't produce any witnesses to verify that.
There was also evidence from tyre tracks
which placed the car at the scene.
The way things stood, if he stuck to his story,
it was a certain hanging.
Well, I suggested that if he admitted to the k*lling
and say that the r*fle had gone off accidentally,
the charge might get reduced to manslaughter.
Yeah, well, I never understood why Alf did that.
Anyway, Stoddard went along with it,
and he was charged and tried with manslaughter.
We should have had him for m*rder.
It drove a wedge between Alf and I at the time, I can tell you.
And then Stoddard had the gall to keep protesting his innocence.
He claimed that Alf and I had framed him.
He vowed from his prison cell to take revenge.
This might just be the start.
He was collected from prison by his brother Jack and his nephew Dennis.
You two go and see what Dennis has to say for himself.
- Sarge. - Walker, drop by the man himself.
Let him know we mean business.
His uniform's still in the wardrobe.
They let me keep his things.
I couldn't bear to let them go.
You know Stoddard's back?
I knew this day would come.
I'm sure he'll have the decency to leave you alone.
Well, if he doesn't, he'll have me to deal with.
DOOR OPENS
Peter, you remember Mr Blaketon... Mr Ventress.
You worked with my dad, didn't you?
Yeah, that's right.
The m*rder*r who shot him were let out yesterday.
I know it's hard, Peter,
but he's done his time. He's paid his debt to society.
And what about his debt to us?
He took my dad away.
He still hasn't paid nearly enough for that.
SHEEP BLEAT
Hello, Jack.
Henry!
Henry!
'Ey up. Here we go.
First day back, you lot turn up like a bad smell.
Hello, Henry. PC Walker.
Len Walker's son.
LAUGHS
You turned out a copper!
Oscar Blaketon and Alf Ventress
had their windows put through last night.
Where were you round midnight?
Here, having a few drinks with old friends.
Didn't waste my first night of freedom breaking windows.
Mrs Stoddard?
Is Dennis in?
Wait here.
Machin always had it in for our family.
But I never k*lled him.
Hey, you ask your old man.
He knew I were innocent.
I was still at school at the time,
but I do remember them saying that he'd got the wrong man.
But then my father was never the best judge of these things.
Yeah, well, he knew where I were that night.
Really?
I'd stolen some sheep.
Fair enough. I asked your dad to come to Whitby with me in the lorry,
help me unload them onto a boat.
BITTER LAUGH
But he'd had a win on the horses.
He went on the beer, let me down.
So I drove to Whitby alone.
Is this true?
Of course it's true!
Ask your old man! I spent years inside for summat I never did, lad.
Whatever the truth, you can't get those years back.
I suggest you try and bury the past from now on.
Easier said than done, eh?
All right, when you find your feet,
it might be a good idea to have a word with Alf and Oscar.
LAUGHS
Try and clear the air with them.
What do you say?
Mr Blaketon said he heard a motorbike.
I noticed outside that you've got one.
Loads of people have motorbikes.
Yeah. A bit of a coincidence, though, in't it?
Both their windows getting smashed
the night that your uncle's released.
It's not fair dragging Dennis into this.
Dennis is a good man.
That's how it is with the Stoddards.
You go to w*r wi' one of 'em, you take the lot on.
Dennis don't want to get drawn into doing anything stupid.
Well, I'd best get back to the office.
It might be an idea if you two had a word with Stoddard.
We don't want this getting out of hand.
You what?
I'll talk to that k*ller the day hell freezes over.
I don't think you'll have to wait that long, Oscar.
Little Boy Blue over there suggested
that you and me should have a little... chat.
After what you did last night?
TUTS
There you go again.
Accusing innocent people.
You don't change, do you, Blaketon?
None of you are welcome in here.
So just get out!
I wouldn't want to drink in your company anyway.
See, lad?
You can forget about burying the past.
I've had years of my life stolen from me.
Smashing windows won't bring them back.
We didn't do that.
More than your windows I'd like to break!
All right, that's about enough.
Your dad must be very disappointed in you, lad.
I'll get justice.
Mark my words.
I've cautioned you before
about being too chummy with dubious characters from your past.
They're all older now. I thought if they talked it over...
Stay out of it. I am not interested in ancient grudges, feuds.
I am only interested in upholding the law TODAY.
- Got it? - Sarge.
Oh, Peggy, Peggy, Peggy, if you've lost your driver's licence,
then you need to apply for a replacement.
How do I do that?
Vehicle Taxation Office, Northallerton.
Oh, what a rigmarole.
They'll need to know when you obtained your licence,
and they'll want to see some identification.
- Identification? - Yeah.
I don't know, A birth certificate.
I haven't got a birth certificate.
Oh, don't be daft, Peggy. Everybody's got a birth certificate.
Well, I haven't!
Not one I've seen, anyroad.
You'd be amazed at some of the things I've found up there.
What like? Bernie's old love letters?
There'll not be many of them.
Oh, what a shame!
Well, if you want old receipts for head gaskets,
he's got plenty of them.
Not quite the same thing, though, is it?
- No. - That's what I should do?
What? Get receipts for head gaskets?
No, you daft ha'peth.
No, go through my old stuff, see if I can find my driving licence.
I always keep mine in the sideboard.
Oh, well, I'll show 'em yours, then, shall I(?)
You can't do that. It's got my name on it. David Stockwell.
They'd know it wasn't yours, you see.
I spoke to Dad on the phone earlier.
Oh?
He confirmed Stoddard asked him to go to Whitby to unload sheep.
Dad didn't go.
So he's no way of knowing for sure where Henry was that night,
but he still reckons he's innocent.
Well, his family do too.
Alf and Oscar weren't the sorts of coppers that would frame anybody.
Of course not.
And yet Henry's maintained his innocence ever since.
Why would he do that?
DAVID: Who's that?
PEGGY: 'Ey, lad, that's me.
Oh, I were a smasher in them days.
Hourglass figure and everything.
Look, one of my mam's old recipes.
"First obtain your chicken by fair means or FOUL."
Oh, do you get it?
FOWL, chicken?
Unpaid bills...
Parking fines.
No sign of a driving licence.
Hang about. What's in here?
Well, I'll be blowed!
I have never seen that before.
It's my birth certificate.
Margaret Doris Pendleton.
Your name's Peggy.
Oh, well, Peggy's short for Margaret, love.
Good Lord!
What is it?
It mentions my dad here.
"Name of father..."
Well, I'll be...
Would you credit that?
It's Peter that worries me?
- Why? - He's at a vulnerable age.
He's very upset about Henry Stoddard coming back to live here.
He's not the only one.
Peter's come out with some wild talk.
About avenging his father.
Would you like me to have a word with him?
I'd appreciate that, Oscar.
Younger, get out there and scrub that paint off.
Yes, Sergeant.
Bellamy, make enquiries in the vicinity.
See if anybody witnessed anything last night.
We all know who did it, Sarge. It's proving it that's the problem.
I don't want speculation. I want evidence.
Alf, straight question.
Did you ever have any doubts about Stoddard's guilt?
Well, all the evidence certainly pointed that way.
But you weren't certain?
I wasn't certain it was m*rder.
I mean, he was a wrong 'un, all right,
but I never had him down as a k*ller.
I thought the sh**ting was probably a tragic mistake.
You said PC Machin had problems with Henry before he was shot.
Well, sheep were being stolen up on the moors.
Machin was sure that Stoddard was behind it, but couldn't prove it.
I spoke with him on the day he was k*lled.
He said...
"I'm going to nail Henry Stoddard tonight, Alf."
And hours later, he was gunned down.
Do we still have the original paperwork on file?
It's not here. I doubt it's even at Division.
You'll probably find it at Headquarters.
It's not really my job to go trawling through old case work.
How can I justify getting in there?
Well, it's where you get your bike service, isn't it?
It's about time you had that done again.
You can pop in and see Betty Ancastle.
Mention my name.
What does the name Marmaduke Ashfordly mean to you, Oscar?
Marmaduke? Well, he was the former Lord Ashfordly
and when he died, he passed the title on to his younger brother,
who was the father of the present Lord Ashfordly.
So Marmaduke was the present Lord Ashfordly's uncle?
Yes. Why?
Well, if, for the sake of argument,
this Marmaduke had had a child,
they would be a cousin of the present Lord Ashfordly?
Yes, but he died childless.
Oh, no, he didn't.
"Name of the father...
Marmaduke Darcy Percival Ashfordly."
"Occupation: landowner."
Well, this can't be genuine.
Oh, yes, it is. I am a true-born Ashfordly.
And one is now going to stake one's claim
to one's share of the whole shebang.
(Give me strength.)
Alf Ventress?
Oh, yes. Such a strikingly handsome man.
Yes, that's right. That's Alf.
Turned quite a few heads in his time, I can tell you.
How can I help you, Constable?
- You're off early? - It's my British Legion night.
Mrs Ventress always makes my tea half an hour earlier
cos by the time I get home... - Yes. Yes, off you go.
Oh, what happened to Walker? I couldn't get hold of him earlier.
He's, er, popped over to Headquarters.
He's getting his bike serviced.
I found the original files...
statements, etc.
Take them into the back there. You won't be disturbed.
That's great, Betty. Thanks.
Oh, and do give my fondest to Alf,
when you see him.
Peggy, don't you think you should have written to him first?
You're not going to telephone him or something?
I want to surprise him, David.
CELLO PLAYS
What the...?
Allow me to introduce you to your new cousin, my lord.
- Cousin? - It's ME!
Hello, cuz.
That's no way to treat family!
He's chucked you out, did he?
Yes, suggested I come back when his solicitor was present.
He's very rattled, though,
and that's because I am a skeleton
about to pop out of his cupboard, David.
I've looked through the old files. There's no real evidence
to place Stoddard at the scene of the sh**ting.
It was all circumstantial.
For crying out loud, Rob. He admitted it!
He was sentenced by a court of law.
Can you spare half an hour?
SIGHS
When you and Alf got here, you found Machin lying dead?
Yes. And fresh tyre marks, which the CID matched up to Stoddard's car.
And over here on the tree, they found paint marks,
which also matched up to the damage done to the wing of his car.
So his car was definitely here.
And it was his g*n that fired the fatal shot.
No doubt about that. Look, Rob, leave this. He did it.
But his fingerprints weren't on the w*apon.
It had been wiped.
In his first statement,
Stoddard claimed to have been in Whitby that night.
He couldn't produce a witness.
If he was there selling stolen sheep to a criminal g*ng,
it's hardly surprising.
I've wasted enough time on this.
I'm off.
The evidence is circumstantial.
Yes, his car and g*n were used,
but there's no proof that he was here himself.
He did it, Rob.
That man is a cold-blooded m*rder*r.
- Night, Alf. - Night.
All right, then. Look after yourself.
TYRES SCREECH
He's badly bruised.
But nothing's broken. Don't overtire him.
Take it easy, Alf.
- Seems like you were very lucky. - Well, he drove straight at me.
It was as though he was waiting for me.
Someone who knew your movements?
Well, it's no secret. I never miss my British Legion night.
Car registration? Make? Model?
Well, the headlights came on full beam.
Hit me, and then he was gone.
It was a he, then?
I can't even be certain about that.
She's my, er... auntie.
But she's Lord Ashfordly's cousin.
ENGINE STARTS So that makes me...
Lord Ashfordly's second cousin twice removed.
The only things that have been twice removed
are yours and Peggy's brains.
- Suppose you heard about Alf? - Aye, terrible business. How is he?
He's a bit shaken and bruised but not bad, considering.
I'm getting there, Bernie.
Fancy checking through some spark plug receipts, Rob?
I'm sorting out Bernie's old paperwork.
He's got receipts going back to the s.
I think I'll leave you to it.
On preliminary perusal,
this certificate doesn't appear to be a forgery.
It's genuine, all right, pal.
I will, of course, need to have it properly authenticated.
Go ahead, chum.
And if I am Marmaduke's daughter,
then that means that the house
and the estate should rightfully be mine.
Absurd! Don't be ridiculous!
The precise legal position regarding title to the estate and so on
may need to be clarified.
Well, the sooner you clarify things, matey,
the sooner we can get round to discussing the family silver.
Bye for now.
Preposterous!
Surely the estate can't belong to a grasping old baggage like her!
Until this is resolved, I'd advise it in your Lordship's interest
to keep relations with her...
on an amicable basis.
When are you lot gonna pull your fingers out?
- Hold on, hold on! - The man who m*rder*d my father
has just tried to k*ll Alf Ventress
and you're letting him get away with it.
What's going on here?
Henry Stoddard needs to be arrested
and put back in prison. - And who are you?
The son of the man he m*rder*d.
Peter!
- What are you doing? - I'm telling them to do their job!
I suggest you calm down, young man.
Come on, Peter.
You're just scared of him.
I'm so sorry.
Someone drove straight at him on the pavement.
Wasn't me.
Where were you yesterday evening?
With me and the kids. It's nothing to do with Dennis.
He's always had a clean licence. He needs it for his job.
What about your uncle?
Where was he last night?
A man was seriously hurt. He could have been k*lled.
If you know something, it's your duty to tell us.
I don't.
You don't know me and I don't know you.
And I was happy to keep it that way.
But I'd be neglecting my duty if I didn't ask where you were last night
at around
We were both here, playing cards.
Yeah, I heard Alf Ventress got knocked down.
Hope you're not implying it's owt to do with us.
You threatened him recently in the Aidensfield Arms.
'Ey up, here we go!
You lot can't wait to put me in the frame and get me back inside, eh?
The only person I want inside is the driver of that car.
If that turns out to be you, by God,
I'll descend on you like a ton of bricks.
And please don't be fooled.
I'm not always this good-humoured.
Lord Ashfordly has invited Auntie Peggy over
for an afternoon's clay pigeon sh**ting.
Followed by a proper sit-down nosh
with silver cutlery, wine in decanters and what-have-you.
Are you sure you know what knife and fork to use?
When you've blue blood in your veins, Oscar, like what I have,
table eti-quetty comes natural.
It's all in the breeding.
Better sling another of these down my neck before we go, David.
You know, your dad was a good copper.
He had great respect for the law.
He wouldn't want his son getting into trouble.
What good's the law?
When K*llers are set free
to terrorise people and get away with it.
Just leave that to the police, Peter.
Now, promise me you won't do anything silly.
For your own sake and for your mam's.
Your dad would be saying exactly the same thing if he was here.
But he's not here, though, is he?
That's the whole point.
Pull!
Your turn, Margaret.
Well, I always think this is tame compared to t'real thing.
Pull!
LAUGHS
Two good 'uns, eh, cuz?
For God's sake, woman, we're not sh**ting game today.
Damn fine marksmanship.
It's ironical, Alf.
If you hadn't got him to admit manslaughter,
he would have been hanged for m*rder.
He wouldn't be around now to run you over.
You don't know it was Henry Stoddard. I didn't see who did it.
Well, who else could it have been?
Oh, right, I'm off.
Enjoy your grapes.
Alf, could someone else have taken Henry Stoddard's car that night,
whilst he was in Whitby? - Well, it's possible.
None of us locked our cars in those days.
Nor our r*fles, for that matter.
So they could have driven over,
shot Machin, and then taken the car and the r*fle back?
Yes. But who? Why?
OK. Thanks, Alf.
Look, if there's one thing one can't hide in life,
it's one's breeding, I always say.
- Indeed. - I mean...
I've spent a lot of my life
knocking about the land on posh estates and...
it's as though something instinctively drew me to them.
(Like the poaching.)
But, on a day like this,
putting one's snout in the trough with the likes of you,
well, one finally feels that one's come home.
Bottoms up, my dears!
Hello?
- I popped in to check on Alf today. - You look lovely.
He was surrounded by women.
Was he indeed?
Two nurses, Mrs Ventress, of course,
and someone called Betty.
Ah, Betty Ancastle.
I discreetly left them to it.
Oh, er, she gave something to Alf
to pass on to you.
PC Machin's old pocket book.
Wow. She took a real risk getting me this.
Hey! First legal pheasants I've ever bagged.
He let me keep 'em because they know the house and the estate
should rightfully be mine.
I still find that hard to believe.
Haven't you ever noticed the distinct resemblance
between me and Lord Ashfordly?
- No. - Me, neither.
Now, look, look. Come on, now look at that.
That is the classic Ashfordly profile.
- We both have the same jawline. - How can you tell?
Your jaw's never closed long enough to see.
LAUGHTER
Gina.
I was wanting a word, actually.
How's things going with you and Jack?
- Not seen much of him recently. - Oh, he's away on a painting trip.
And we're getting on really well.
Oh, good, good. Glad to hear it.
Thanks, Phil.
I suppose it was time we both moved forward.
Yeah, well, it's funny you should say that.
And I know you'll be happy, as long as you meet the right girl.
Not like what's-her-name you were seeing the other week.
Yeah...
Actually, I don't think I'll have another.
See you later, Gina.
That's interesting.
A few days before PC Machin was shot,
he pulled in Dennis Stoddard on suspicion of drunk driving.
He'd damaged his car, wrapped it round a lamp post.
Oh?
Well, his wife told me that he'd always held a clean driving licence.
He can't have been prosecuted, then.
Didn't a doctor have to verify drunk driving in those days?
Yes.
I'm just popping out for a minute.
It's a long time ago.
I don't recall Dennis being brought in for drink driving.
He certainly didn't go to court for it.
Well, Machin obviously thought he'd been drinking.
But the police doctor gave him the all-clear.
Or possibly there's another explanation.
Sorry, we're not open yet.
Oh, hi, Phil.
- Are you all right? - Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, fine.
I'm glad you've popped in, actually.
I didn't offend you last night, did I?
It's just that you seemed to go off in a bit of a hurry.
No. No, I'm fine. I'm...
I just, just wanted to...
see you.
Phil, are you trying to tell me something?
Yes. Well, no, no, actually, I'm...
Well, yes, really, yes.
But, erm...
Now's probably not the best time.
Thanks. I'll see you around.
Are you all I've got today?
Yeah.
PC Walker just phoned in to say he's out on an enquiry.
Bellamy on leave, Ventress in hospital.
PHONE RINGS Answer that, would you?
- Ashfordly Police Station. - My son's gone missing.
- His bed hasn't been slept in. - Sorry, madam?
He's disappeared. He took the shotgun and cartridges.
I can remember the car being brought in.
He'd wrapped it round a lamp post. Right state it was in.
Don't suppose you remember the date, do you?
That long ago? You're joking!
I do recollect Dennis was very worried about losing his licence
and his job as a delivery driver.
Well, thanks, Bernie.
I'd be grateful if you kept checking for me, Rosie.
Sure, no problem.
I've traced the police doctor from the time.
- Oh, great, thanks. - Dr Dudley Bannon.
He's retired now,
but he's happy to talk to you. - Great. I'll see you there.
Found it, Rob!
Invoice and receipt, both dated.
Wow.
Thanks, Rosie.
Good morning, cousin.
A lovely day out there on our estate.
You have a particular reason for calling?
I do, actually.
You see, despite our blood ties, cousin,
I would say, as people,
you and me are chalk and cheese, agreed?
Absolutely.
I mean, whatever you think of me,
I am no mug.
I'd be very uncomfortable living here.
Oh?
Yes, I'm more used to a life out in the fields,
not lounging around in posh drawing rooms.
So I am prepared to make a deal,
let you keep the house and the estate,
in return for...
Well, shall we say a substantial lump sum to compensate me?
I'll go back to my way of life and I'll leave you to yours.
Well, what did you have in mind?
£,.
£,!
Absolutely not! Look what you've made me do. Just get out!
You'll regret that, cousin.
See you in court.
POLICE RADIO Thank you very much
for agreeing to meet with us, Dr Bannon.
Excuse me, I'd better take that.
I know it's a long time ago, but you do remember the case?
It happened a few days before PC Machin was k*lled.
- "Control to Delta Alpha . Over." - Go ahead, Sarge.
"It's pretty likely Peter's headed up to the Stoddard place."
"Get up there as soon as you can. I'll meet you there."
Sorry, I've gotta go.
Rob, Dr Bannon says Dennis Stoddard was definitely drunk
when he examined him, no fit state to drive.
So why didn't they charge him?
Didn't you say the police had discretionary powers in those days?
PC Machin must have let him off.
Maybe Machin didn't let him off at all.
Thank you, Dr Bannon.
See you later.
What now?
Until we find Machin, I suggest you keep your wits about you.
Has he actually threatened to sh**t Henry?
He's sworn to revenge his father's k*lling.
Your guess is as good as mine as to what that means.
That's all you're prepared to do then, is it?
- Tell me to keep my wits about me? - I've alerted Headquarters,
and they're gonna send backup. One of my officers is on his way.
You lot'd be glad to see Uncle Henry shot.
I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
He's out there somewhere, armed.
I've got young children.
It'd be better for us all if you just moved away somewhere!
Hey, hey, I've lost years of my life!
I'm to lose my family and friends as well, am I?
Looks like your backup's arrived.
MUSIC: 'Cryin' To Be Heard' by Traffic
How do you like facing a loaded g*n yourself, you m*rder*r?
- I didn't sh**t your father. - Don't give me that!
Back off!
Pull that trigger, son,
you'll not avenge your father.
You'll k*ll an innocent man.
Sarge!
- What happened? - It's Machin.
He's wearing a police uniform.
Peter Machin! This is the police.
Step outside now with your shotgun broken.
sh**t me, son,
and they'll leave you to rot in prison.
Now, I'd not wish that on any man.
OK, we're coming in... very slowly.
It's all right, Peter.
- Just stay back! - This will solve nothing.
No harm has been done yet, Peter.
sh**t and you'd k*ll a man who could well be innocent.
What are you talking about? He k*lled my dad!
Information's come to light that throws doubt on the case.
Hand the g*n over. Let's sort this out.
See?
We're both victims.
Don't ruin your life for nowt.
Peter.
Take him outside.
So...
What's this new information?
I think Dennis knows.
When PC Machin pulled you for drink driving,
I think he offered to turn a blind eye
in return for you getting evidence on your uncle's sheep-stealing.
You don't know what you're talking about.
When Henry was in Whitby
with his lorry load of sheep,
you borrowed his car to go to a meeting with PC Machin.
I've got my own car. Why would I need to borrow his?
Not that night, you hadn't. You'd wrapped it round a lamp post.
It was still in for repair at Scripps' garage.
At the meeting, something went wrong.
You shot PC Machin
with Henry's g*n.
Then you dumped the car and the g*n
and wiped your prints clean.
Didn't you?
It was an accident.
He told me I'd lose my licence if I didn't grass on you!
He kept on and on!
Your r*fle was in the car.
I picked it up. It just went off.
I panicked. I didn't know what to do.
I drove the car back.
The day after, when they arrested you, I was really scared.
They still hanged people then.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I've got a wife and children.
I didn't want all this to come out now.
I tried to fix it so they put you back in jail
or move you from here.
You drove the car at Ventress,
smashed the windows, all to set Henry up?
♪ Sail across the ocean
♪ With your back against the wind
♪ Listening to nothing
♪ Save the calling of a bird
♪ And when the rain begins to fall
♪ Don't you start to curse
JACK: My own son.
This family's cursed.
I've spent long years in jail.
Now t'Stoddards will pay twice over for the same crime.
♪ And there's also someone Who hears every word ♪
Well, I'm looking forward to hearing your offer.
The birth certificate is confirmed as being genuine.
What did I tell you?
However, information therein
is not. - What do you mean?
It seems that my Uncle Marmaduke Ashfordly
died out in India a full year before you were born.
Work it out.
The Marmaduke Ashfordly on your certificate
is either someone else of the same name
or it's an impostor who lied to your mother
or the entry was a falsification on her part.
In any event, I get no dough, is that it?
Precisely. Goodbye, Mrs Armstrong.
Well, villain or not, I helped take away that man's liberty,
ruin his life.
You can't blame yourself, Oscar.
CID did a full investigation.
They had Machin's pocket book.
They should have looked harder
at the evidence they had in front of them.
Well, the case was so clear cut. It was his g*n, his car.
All the evidence was against him and he had no alibi.
They weren't even looking for anyone else.
I always used to blame you, Alf,
for helping him get away with manslaughter.
Well, thank God you did.
Otherwise he would have been hanged.
Well, at least it's finally been cleared up.
I much prefer you as you are
rather than if you'd become Lady Ashfordly.
Do you, my love?
That's nice.
GINA: Flippin' 'eck! Look what the cat's dragged in.
Gina.
Everybody, erm...
Well, there's somebody I'd like you all to say hello to.
As from today...
..she'll be no longer known as Debbie Black...
..but Mrs Bellamy.
My wife.