18x24 - Sweet Sorrow

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

MYSTERIOUS MUSIC

MAN PANTING

I told you.

I knew it was in here somewhere.

PINGS BELL

It's in good nick an' all.

What do we want an old tandem for?

Now, why do you think we want it?

Well, I'm not riding on the back. I want to steer.

Oh, don't be daft, David! We're selling it.

When you've oiled it and spruced it up.

And mended the punctures and that.

Oh! Why me?

Because I've got a good idea.

You get started as soon as you've had your breakfast.

I've put you a couple of sausages on.

DAVID: I hate bloody punctures.

All that palaver when you have to hold them under the water.

DOOR OPENS Who's THAT?

I left my purse on the table!

Hey, he's got my sausage!

What's he...

Oi! CAR ENGINE REVS

He's not taken any money. Thank goodness.

No. Well, he's stolen the taxi.

I told you not to leave the key in, David.

I didn't. He's what-you-call-it.

Hotwired it.

Oh, no! He's taken both of 'em.

PHONE RINGING

Aidensfield Police.

Yes, David.

Hold on. Hold on.

Someone's stolen some sausages from your taxi?

Oh, I see. Someone's stolen the taxi itself.

The sausages were in there, were they?

Hello, Mrs Armstrong.

Help me, please. I need petrol.

What are you doing in that car?

I'm sorry?

It's not yours. Where's David?

Sorry?

You tell me what you're doing or I'm going to phone the police.

Oh, thanks, Dawn. That looks grand.

You won't get a cooked breakfast over there.

A friend of my mam's went over to France.

She said all you got was a pastry thingy.

That's called a croissant, Dawn.

Yeah. But not even a pot of tea. Black coffee. Like it or lump it.

We'll be cooking our own breakfast when we're there.

We're under canvas.

You two. In a tent together.

Yeah, well, it'll save us a lot of brass

and we can stop off where we like and take in all the places

that we passed through during the w*r.

If you're camping, you'll be going over in the car.

No. We're thinking of going on push bikes.

DAWN GIGGLES What?!

You're far too old for bikes.

I rode to Ashfordly recently. I was shattered by halfway.

Yes. Well, our generation are made of sterner stuff, Dawn.

Oh, come on! How long since either of you two were on a bike?

Or slept in a tent for that matter! I mean, have you thought about this?

It could be pretty rough at your age, you know.

I were just about to phone you.

I can't get any answer out of David or Peggy.

I'd like a word too. They reported the taxi stolen, but it's here.

No, hang on. Some bloke drove this into the pumps.

- Did you know him? - No. Said he needed petrol.

Where is he now, then?

Well, I asked him what he was up to and he ran off.

Very dodgy-looking. He had blood and scratches all over.

I think he'd been in a fight.

Just a minute, Joe. Just to get this straight.

We're to be on the lookout for a man who's taken David's taxi

and some sausages.

Oh, so you've got the taxi. But not the sausages. Is that it?

No, the point is the guy looked like he'd been in a fight.

There was blood on his head.

He broke into the house and hotwired the car.

We need to find him urgently.

Morning, Alf.

You haven't seen a man with a bloody head anywhere?

There's no need to swear.

No, no, I didn't mean bloody like that.

I meant he's got bl...

Joe, I'll inform Sergeant Miller when he gets in.

He could be dangerous, Geoff.

I'll get out there again but he's probably well away by now.

MUSIC: 'Have You Ever Seen Me' by Small Faces

♪ All my life I've known your face

Hold on! I want a word with you!

♪ Have you ever seen me?

♪ I said, flowers are breaking through the concrete

♪ Hey, hey

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey

♪ Listen, everybody

♪ I can hear them breathing

♪ Hey, hey

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

That's a nasty blow. How did it happen?

I don't know.

Right. I need your full name, please.

I don't know my name.

- You must know your own name. - I can't remember it.

- Where do you live, then? - I told you I don't know. I...

I can't remember anything.

Perhaps there's something in your jacket to jog your memory.

No wallet. No ID of any kind.

What about your trousers?

How did you come to be in Aidensfield this morning?

I don't know.

Is that where I am? Where's Aidensfield?

- I am in England? - Where else would you be?

I don't know.

The blow to his head could cause him to be suffering traumatic amnesia.

From what?

Do you recall taking a car this morning?

- Mr Stockwell's taxi? - Yes.

Yes, I remember that.

I remember seeing a house.

And I smelt cooking. I was starving.

Then I took the car. You admit the theft of the vehicle.

- I was only borrowing it. - You hotwired the ignition coil.

Are you a mechanic of some kind?

- Or a professional car thief? - No, I'm not a thief.

How do you know if you don't know who you are?

I mean, I don't think I'm a thief.

PHONE RINGING

Police house.

Hello, Alf. What now?

Well, I'm just with a suspect for the taxi theft I reported.

I see. All right. Tell him I'm on my way.

I've just had an urgent request to attend Sergeant Miller

at an incident. I'm not sure what to do with him, though.

I'll call an ambulance. He needs an X-ray as soon as possible.

I won't be long. You stay here with Nurse Cassidy.

Dead female. Mid-forties, I'd say.

Found by a couple of ramblers. Must have fallen from up there.

Accident. Possible su1c1de.

If she's local, I was hoping you might know her.

She doesn't appear to have any ID on her.

No. There's a worrying coincidence, Sarge.

I'm questioning a man at the police house who admits stealing a car.

He has a head injury and claims to have lost his memory.

He has no ID on him.

- I'm not a believer in coincidences. - Me neither.

If he's had anything to do with this, I'd better get back there.

I had to leave him alone with Carol.

Carol, are you all right?

- Did the ambulance take him? - He became agitated.

He said he needed air and left. He hasn't come back.

I had to send the ambulance away. I let Alf Ventress know.

He admitted theft of a vehicle, refused to give his details

and you left him with Nurse Cassidy?

My fault. I felt he needed an X-ray.

An unidentified man.

Traumatised. Covered in blood. And you let him go?!

I'm sorry, Sergeant.

We also have an unidentified female. Dead in mysterious circumstances.

This could be a potential m*rder enquiry.

You'd better find your man. Pretty damn sharpish!

Sorry.

I've booked you in for three nights, Mr Moncrieff.

Yes, thank you.

So you're a professional photographer.

Oh. Enthusiastic amateur. I'm up for a few days snapping wildlife.

Plenty of that round here up on the Moors.

Forgive me. Your tie.

Did you serve in India?

Oh, yes. I was transferred in '. After Dunkirk.

The rest of the w*r, I was in Burma.

But, er... I reckon you're a bit young to remember that.

Managed to scrape in. Went over on D-Day.

Saw a bit of action.

If you landed on D-Day, you certainly did.

Dawn, show Mr Moncrieff to his room.

And make sure he has everything he needs.

Nice change to see you being polite and pleasant to our guests, Oscar.

That man, Gina, is a fellow w*r veteran.

It's difficult for your generation to understand what that means.

MUSIC: 'st Century Schizoid Man' by King Crimson

DON: Geoff!

- We want a word with you. - It must be him.

You stole the taxi.

I was only borrowing it.

Taking without consent is an offence.

I'm not a thief.

I may be suffering from something called traumatic amnesia.

- I don't remember anything. - Oh, aye.

If you've lost your memory, how come you remember those long words?

Eh? Got you there, haven't I?

Better come with us to the station.

I don't know what you're bothering with that old wreck for.

Oh, Aunt Peggy reckons she's gonna sell it or something.

Most people get more sensible with age.

She just gets dafter.

Neither of us are getting any younger

so we thought we'd go back and relive old memories.

While we've still got the energy. Nothing too strenuous, mind.

We'll still leave plenty of time for leisurely meals

and the odd glass of wine. - Sounds an excellent idea.

We thought we'd start in Normandy and visit the beaches

because my pal, like you, was involved in D-Day.

We'll make an arc around the battlefields and end up in Dunkirk.

That's a few nights under canvas if you cover all that ground.

Hope your pal's fit.

Well, judge for yourself. Here he is now.

Ex-corporal Alf Ventress of the th Paras.

Delighted to meet you. Captain James Moncrieff, rd Paras.

We must have fought alongside each other at Breville.

Oh, yes.

- That was some scrap, sir. - Indeed it was.

Holed up on the bridgehead for three days before we saw them off.

As I recall. Small world, eh?

Well, do the honours, Oscar. Give Alf a scotch.

A scotch?

Oh, er... What brings you up to these parts then, sir?

Drop the formalities. I'm Jimmy these days.

Here to shake London out of my lungs.

Well, to old comrades, eh?

Cheers. Cheers.

The first thing I remember is running through a wood.

It was dark.

- What were you running from? - I don't know.

I just remember feeling very frightened.

You can't remember anything before that?

You don't recall being with anyone? A woman, perhaps?

A woman?

- Blonde? In her mid-forties? - No.

The body of a woman of that description was found on the moor.

Like you, she had no ID.

What? You think I had something to do with her death?

- Did you? - No.

If you can't remember, how can you be sure of that?

As far as the woman is concerned,

at this stage we have no reason to suspect foul play.

But for your own safety, I am holding you in custody.

BICYCLE BELL RINGING

There you are, Alf.

What's this? I told you we needed two push bikes, Peggy.

I'm not being seen on that. Not even in France!

Me neither. We want separate bikes.

You're missing the point.

You see, wi' two bikes, you both have to cycle all the time.

But wi' a tandem, you can take it in turns!

One of you steers and the other one sits on the back

and enjoys the sights.

Forget it. I'm not getting on that.

DAVID: Oh, it's fun.

Me and Aunt Peggy have tried it out.

Yeah. Come on. Give it a go.

All right.

- You get on the back, Oscar. - Hey, not likely.

I'm not trusting you with our safety. You get on the back!

Now don't start peddling till I do. GINA LAUGHS

I wish I had a camera.

One, two, three... Go!

There you go!

♪ Daisy, Daisy...

For goodness sake, keep your balance!

Don't look back, you're meant to be steering!

That's it. You're getting the hang of it, now.

ALL: ♪ It won't be a stylish marriage

- Keep your balance! - You've got a flamin' cheek!

♪ You'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle made for two! ♪

CRASH

Would you object to a psychiatric examination to confirm the amnesia?

No. No, I wouldn't.

You'll have to wait here until it can be arranged.

I've been on to CRO, Sarge. Mr X's prints are clean.

Seems he has no criminal record.

So he remains a mystery.

His description has been circulated to other forces

and to the newspapers.

What about the dead woman?

Well, we need to identify her as a matter of urgency.

I've got Younger talking to CID.

I want you to run a check on all missing persons in the area.

Hopefully we should have the postmortem results by the morning.

I was lucky today. I got some wonderful sh*ts of peregrine falcons.

The country around here is absolutely stunning.

If you two are planning to bivouac around Normandy,

you should really spend a couple of nights under canvas on the Moors.

They'll never cycle round Normandy.

They struggled to get off my forecourt!

It's amazing we won the w*r, the way those two worked in tandem.

Always an expl*sive mixture, infantrymen and paratroopers.

Seriously, though, you need to do proper preparation for this sortie.

The terrain around here is ideal.

The Yorkshire Moors are nothing like Northern France.

No. But it'll toughen you up. Get you to practise pitching your tent.

Cooking on your Primus.

Yes. It's an age since I pitched a tent.

I'm not sure I fancy a night on the Moors.

It wouldn't put off an old paratrooper, eh, Alf?

Course not. I'm game.

And so should you be, Oscar.

Remember the eve of battle words

of your commander in Burma, Lord Wingate,

"We have chosen to bear the burden and the heat of the day.

Our aim, a government of the world in which all men

can live in peace with equal opportunity of service."

Shame our post-w*r world hasn't quite lived up to that.

Well, anyway... Excuse me. I must go and have a soak in the tub.

This is supposed to be a holiday.

Enjoying good food and a glass of wine.

He's turning it into a survival course.

Well, he's only trying to help.

I don't like the way he has taken over.

Fancy speeches. Giving orders. Who does he think he is?

He's got a point. We do need some practice.

Yeah. Well, you can start practising my getting the next round in.

Thank you. Just a minute, please.

Five foot fix. Forties. Blonde hair. Had no ID on her.

- Oh, excuse me. - Good morning, madam.

I understand it's possible you may have my husband here.

I don't think so unless he was brought in overnight.

- What's his name? - Gordon Buckley. I'm Sheena Buckley.

No, we've no-one of that name.

- You won't have his name, of course. - Why not?

Because, perhaps, Younger, he has lost his memory.

Oh. Sorry.

How did you hear about the man we're holding, madam?

I saw a piece in the evening paper. We live near Nottingham.

And the description matched.

Possibly. I hope you haven't had a wasted journey.

I've brought some photographs with me.

Make Mrs Buckley a cup of tea, Younger

whilst we organise the interview room.

SOBS Thank goodness.

What's happened to you? Have you had an accident?

Gordon?

Do you know who I am?

I'm Sheena. Your wife.

Do you remember you have your own business?

Your factory makes raincoats. Sherwood coats.

Gordon?

You don't know me.

You only went away last week and you don't know who I am.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to say.

All right. We'll leave it there for now.

SOFT MUSIC

He doesn't know who I am. My own husband.

- What on earth has happened to him? - That's what we have to find out.

Well, rather you pair than me.

Camping on the Moors in this weather.

It's not my idea, Gina. Believe me.

I don't see how you're gonna get all your stuff on a tandem.

We're not going on the tandem! I'm having nowt more to do with it.

We don't think cycling is a good idea. We're hiring car in France.

Oh, remember the French drive on the wrong side of the road.

Do they? What? All of 'em?

Your friend Moncrieff isn't a good timekeeper.

- He promised to give us a lift. - He went out first thing.

It was after dawn sh*ts of wildfowl or something.

Well, I'm not standing around here all day. Come on, Alf.

- Let's give this a miss. - Oh. Here he is.

I knew he wouldn't let us down.

Sorry I'm a tad late, chaps.

We've made an appointment at the hospital.

Nurse Cassidy and I are taking you to see the specialist.

Do you understand?

I just want this nightmare to be over.

The psychiatrist will only be able to make a preliminary assessment.

That poor woman in there.

Is she really my wife?

Why can't I remember her?

Let's go, shall we?

He flew to a trade fair last week in Leipzig.

He was only supposed to be away a couple of nights.

- Did he call you from there? - Yes. When he arrived.

As he usually does.

- You're sure he was in Leipzig? - The call came through an operator,

which they usually do from East Germany.

He goes there often, does he?

Travels all over Europe with his business.

But he usually let's me know if his scheduled changes.

So I phoned BEA.

He was on board the flight out...

but they had no record of him on any return flight.

So you have no idea how he ended up in Yorkshire

with no money, passport or ID?

Mrs Buckley, is there any reason you can think

of why your husband would want to stage his own disappearance?

Absolutely not.

You hesitated before answering.

Forgive me for asking, but is your marriage a sound one?

LAUGHS What are you implying?

That he's trying to run away from me?

I'm just trying to understand what is going on here.

It's possible he may be having an affair.

This may be completely unrelated,

but on the morning that we found your husband

we also found the body of a woman.

She also had no ID.

A body?

It's a lot to ask, but if you would agree to a viewing,

it's possible that you may know her.

Someone who worked for your husband for instance.

I'd appreciate it if you would.

We have very little to go on in this case.

♪ w*r, huh, yeah

♪ What is it good for?

♪ Absolutely nothing

♪ Oh-ho-oh

♪ w*r, huh, yeah

♪ What is it good for?

♪ Absolutely nothing say it again, y'all

♪ w*r, huh, good God

♪ What is it good for?

♪ Absolutely nothing listen to me ♪

Right. Packs on.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Well, good luck. You're on your own from here on in.

See you tomorrow.

I should never have let you talk me into this.

You're only doing it to impress Captain Fantastic of the rd Paras!

He's not sticking around long, is he?

Let's find a phone box, call Gina and see if she'll pick us up.

Oh, don't be daft!

The sooner we pitch the tent, the better.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Nobody of the dead woman's description

reported missing in North Yorkshire.

Dr Robb will write up his findings.

But it's probably a blow to the head which caused memory loss.

- So it's genuine? - Seems so.

Buckley has symptoms for recent traumatic experience.

The doctor thinks his memory will return.

Someone or something could jog it.

Seeing his wife didn't.

I wonder what seeing our mystery woman might provoke.

This is never easy.

Mrs Buckley, would you like to go first?

Mr Buckley.

I feel sick.

Let me out of here.

GEORGE: Are you feeling better?

Seeing the woman made you feel sick, but you didn't recognise her?

SIGHS I don't know.

I can't be sure of anything.

I found seeing her very unsettling.

I don't know why.

Let's get back to the station.

When you first mentioned this trip,

I pictured us in French cafes and sunlit squares.

Tucking into steak frites.

And a pichet of local vin rouge.

Hold on to that pole or we'll never get it up!

Not stuck out here in the pouring rain pitching tents

like a couple of geriatric boy scouts!

No wonder you had to be rescued from Dunkirk!

You're pathetic. I don't care any more. I've had it with this malarkey!

Let's... Let's just jack in it now!

Where's your Bulldog spirit, man?

LIGHTNING CRACKLES

SIGHS

- Saw Oscar and Alf off all right? - Absolutely.

Er... large scotch, please.

Will you be wanting dinner this evening?

No, thanks. I've made other arrangements.

David was more upset about losing his breakfast

than that chap driving off with his taxi!

Both my sausages he took.

Both of 'em.

He's still in Ashfordly Police Station.

He reckons he's lost his memory. What a load of twaddle.

Do you fancy a go, sir?

We're taking bets on how long that pair can stick it on the Moors.

I reckon they'll be back in the warm by closing time.

Oscar won't want to lose face.

He'll crawl in here after hours once we've all gone.

- I'm plumping for am. - You old cynic, Bernie!

- I think they'll stick it out. - Here. Here.

I suspect Corporal Ventress has inner steel. He'll see it through.

MUSIC: 'Singin' In The Rain' by Adam Faith

♪ I'm singing in the rain

♪ Just singing in the rain

♪ What a glorious feeling...

You'll never get that lit.

Eat them cold like me.

♪ So dark up above

♪ And the sun's in my heart... ♪

Postmortem report on the woman, Sarge.

No bruises from the fall,

which indicates she was dead before she fell.

She must have been dumped over the edge.

Cause of death was a blow to the upper spinal column.

A forensic pathologist will examine her to confirm.

CID are starting an immediate m*rder enquiry.

The scene's being secured.

I've just found out the local plods are holding him.

I'll need Special Branch back-up in the morning.

All right. I'll bail you on the charge of taking without consent.

But until we've identified the woman,

I'd ask you to stay in the area, Mr Buckley.

Surely if Gordon comes home with me to familiar surroundings

there's more chance his memory will return.

I'm afraid that's not an option at this stage.

PC Mason will find you somewhere to stay.

Thank you.

Thank you, Sergeant.

See if the Aidensfield Arms can put them up.

CID will want to talk to them soon.

In the meantime, keep close tabs on him.

Just wait here for a moment.

Thanks for providing a room at such short notice, Gina.

Hey, that's that bloke that stole our David's taxi!

He shouldn't be having bed and breakfast here

he should be in prison! - Enough, please, Mrs Armstrong.

He's on bail so we'll be keeping a close eye.

PEGGY: I ask you.

Any road, we've got more important fish to fry.

Come on, David. I've got a bet to win.

Mrs Buckley.

Here we go. Second door. Top of the stairs.

Thanks very much.

In his condition, he might be a bit of a worry.

But any problems, you know where I am.

OK, Joe.

DAVID: Why are you making me drive this way?

PEGGY: Right, pull up, David.

I want to go in the Dog and Duck.

Thought you were barred from here.

I'll put these on your room, then, eh?

VENTRESS: Oh, ta, love.

Well, well, well. Our brave soldier boys, eh?

You look more like shirkers than Gurkhas to me!

I reckon I've won my bet, David.

BELL DINGS

- Morning. - Good morning. Can I help, sir?

No. I need to see your senior officer.

Sergeant Miller's busy at the moment, I'm afraid.

I want to see your sergeant...

now.

Yes.

Well, Alf Ventress is not the man he used to be.

He packed it in. Insisted on staying in a pub for the night.

A shame he let you down. Could you have not just stayed on your own?

I couldn't let him out on his own at night. He doesn't know the Moors.

Course not, Oscar.

You... You know the Moors around here well?

Yeah, well, I should do. I've lived here most of my life.

As the lady probably told you, I've been suffering from memory loss.

Oh, yes. So I gather. I'm sorry.

I had some strong images come back to me this morning.

A place that seemed to be somewhere out on the Moors.

All right.

If I describe it, do you think you could to show me where it is?

Well, the Moors cover a large area.

Yes, but I'm holding on to a very clear mental picture of somewhere.

If you could spare a little time?

All right. Why not?

Let's give it a go.

I like a good mystery to solve.

With RAF Fylingdales nearby, this is a sensitive area.

I appreciate that, sir.

But why are the Foreign Office interested in this man?

That's confidential.

I'd like to speak to him in the cells alone.

That's not possible. He's been released on bail.

- Since when? - Since last night.

He's staying at the Aidensfield Arms.

That's where I'm staying. I had no idea.

Can you give me some indication as to what this is all about?

I'm with SIS, Sergeant.

One of our female operatives has disappeared in this area.

We do currently have the body of an unidentified female, sir.

- Would you like to see it? - Damn right I would.

GORDON: Yes. This is possible.

Erm...

Yes, down... down there.

Stop.

That's Briggend House.

It looks empty.

Do you recognise it?

No.

- Would you like a closer look? - I said no.

Let's... Let's just go.

Please.

SIGHS

Andrea Trowbridge. Case Officer. Eastern Europe Desk.

She was running a network in East Germany investigating

a new radar blocking system.

We suspect a field agent may have been turned by the Stasi.

And her operation was compromised.

And this might involved the man we are holding.

Yes.

It's essential this operation is now handled

in the strictest confidential terms.

I mean that. National security is involved.

What exactly did Buckley tell you whilst you had him in custody?

Nothing at all. He insisted that he had lost his memory.

Forget we had this conversation, Sergeant.

I want you to leave Buckley entirely to us now.

Well, I'm not sure I can do that. It's a police matter.

Don't worry. The police authorities are already in the picture.

Detective Inspector Jackson. Special Branch.

I'm working with Mr Moncrieff on this operation.

No offence. This operation has to be on a need-to-know basis only.

I have an officer in Aidensfield keeping an eye on Buckley.

Then call him off. Immediately.

What about our CID, sir? They are investigating the woman's m*rder.

Not a word to them either. I'll square everything with your HQ.

We need to lift Buckley as a matter of urgency.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

Stop the car. Let me out.

- What? Here? - Yes.

Why?

Thanks for the lift. Thank you.

- Hey, Joe. - Morning, Gina.

How's Mr Buckley today?

Oh, he went off with Oscar in the car.

Where to?

There they are now. Ask them yourself.

Where's Buckley? Isn't he with you?

He said he had some memories come back about a house on the Moors.

He thought it'd help if we drove out there.

Did he recognise anything?

He said not, but I think he was lying.

Where is he now?

He insisted on being dropped off in the middle of nowhere.

Where exactly had you been with him, Oscar?

Well, we drove out as far as Briggend House on Scarsdale Moor.

He behaved very oddly once we got there.

Seemed, er... I don't know.

Very disturbed.

I think you should take a look at that place.

GEORGE: 'Control to Delta Alpha , over.'

Receiving, over.

'Sergeant Miller here. This is important.'

I want you to keep right away from Gordon Buckley. Understood?

Big case, eh? Uniform warned off.

As usual.

Something like that, I suppose.

I'm afraid Oscar simply wasn't up to it. He packed it in.

Well, living with Mrs Ventress, I'm used to a harsher regime.

Now, that's funny,

cos Oscar said it was you who insisted you went to the Dog & Duck.

- He said what? - Eh. Talk of the Devil.

You've got a flamin' cheek!

Making out it was me that threw in the towel.

He inveigled me into the pub in the first place

and insisted on us staying!

Alf reckons you're not up to it anymore.

I didn't notice him going back once he got his pint.

And who begged me to get out of the rain?!

And insisted on another pint?

Who put up a tent that leaked?!

That's what I love about you old comrades.

You might be past your prime, but you always stick together(!)

All right. All right. You've had your fun.

I've got more important things on my mind now. Alf!

- I'd like a word. - Ooh!

PEGGY: Ooh, look at the pair of 'em.

Too shame-faced to have a drink in here with us lot.

LAUGHTER

I'm not sure we should get involved with this, Oscar.

I'm fed up with people sneering at us,

thinking that we are too old.

We can still show them a thing or two.

And that bloke lied to me.

And if Joe Mason is not allowed to follow through what I told him,

then you and I can do it for him.

As far as I know, it's owned by a big company down south.

It's regularly maintained but they only use it occasionally.

Most of the time, it's just empty.

MYSTERIOUS MUSIC

Blood.

Yeah. That looks fairly recent.

TENSE MUSIC

BUCKLEY COCKS g*n

- What are you doing here? - You lied, didn't you?

About not recognising this place.

I only heard one car. You're alone, aren't you?

DESK BELL PINGS

Oh, hello again.

I'm afraid he's not here anymore. Your husband.

I know that. I need to see your sergeant.

What's all this about?

What's that? What have you got there?

I need to use your car.

Why are there blood stains out in the hall?

No more questions. Move. Come on.

He said his memory started coming back during the night.

But he was very reluctant to tell me what had happened.

Then, eventually, he claimed he'd been recruited

to work for the British Intelligence.

Go on.

Because he often travels to Iron Curtain countries

as part of his work.

And on the last trip, he was to pick up a microfilm

of a new Soviet m*ssile system or something.

I don't know.

Anyway, things went wrong in Germany.

He managed to get out by some emergency route.

He was to meet a female agent here in Yorkshire in a safe house.

He hid the film, waited for her.

Did he say where this house was?

No. He thinks she was followed.

Two men broke him, k*lled her and hit him about the head.

Somehow he managed to escape.

He told me not to say a word. I was to go home.

But I'm worried, Sergeant. I'm terrified.

I needed to talk to someone.

Mrs Buckley, I have to tell you that I've been briefed

by the Secret Intelligence Service.

Your husband may not have told you the whole truth.

Oh?

They think he's been turned by the Stasi,

the East German Intelligence Service.

And that he's working as a double agent.

It was him who k*lled the female agent.

No heroics. Just get in the car.

Right. Hold it, Buckley.

Don't try for the g*n. Mr Blaketon, Ventress, move aside.

- What's going on? - I'm with the Foreign Office.

This is DI Jackson, Special Branch. Buckley is a traitor, walk away.

No. Moncrieff's the traitor. They'll sh**t me in cold blood.

Don't worry, Alf. He won't be harmed.

He'll be taken to London for questioning.

Don't leave me with them.

He k*lled a female agent and faked losing his memory.

He has a microfilm which is vital to our interests.

Leave him to us.

What are you doing here? I told your sergeant to keep his men away.

Really? I didn't get that order.

What's going on exactly, please?

Detective Inspector Jackson, Special Branch.

We're arresting Buckley. He's armed. So stay out of this.

That warrant card will be a fake.

Seems all right to me.

He's not a police officer. He k*lled Andrea.

I saw him do it.

I'm ordering you to leave, Constable.

They'll k*ll me!

Actually, would you mind if I just call in, sir?

Confirm that Special Branch have got an agent of your name here.

Delta Alpha to Control.

Toten Sie! Jeden Einzelen von Ihnen!

Delta Alpha to Control. g*nsh*t

g*nsh*t, JACKSON GROANS

OSCAR YELLS

Get an ambulance! Oscar's in a bad way!

- Keep him covered! - Don't move!

Don't move, Oscar.

OSCAR BREATHES HAVILY

You'll be all right.

I'm afraid not, Alf.

Looks like we've...

taken one on case... too many.

Major incident out at Briggend House, Sergeant.

PC Mason is asking for urgent assistance.

Why? Why did you betray your country?

This country has betrayed itself.

For all our wartime sacrifice, Britain has lost its way.

In the w*r, we believed in something. Stood together.

Now we're just the st State of the USA.

And the Soviet Union's better?

At least they believe in something.

Capitalism's doomed, Ventress. Just wait and see.

Sergeant...

I'd like you to keep hold of this until the right people get here.

Thanks again, Constable, for sticking by me back there.

I'm sorry I disobeyed your order, Sergeant.

For once, lad, I'm glad you did.

STEADY BEEPING

By all accounts, the way he went for the man with the g*n...

he was fearless.

He was at the front of the queue when they handed out guts.

He never ran away from a fight in his life.

Yeah, I've had my differences with Oscar Blaketon over the years.

But a braver, more honest man you couldn't hope to meet.

No change, I'm afraid.

He's still with us, though.

It's critical. It's going to be touch-and-go.

He's a stubborn old beggar.

He won't go until he's ready, you see.

Oscar Blaketon saved my life and the lives of others today.

Here's to a man who knew what it was to serve a community.

Oscar Blaketon. May God be with him.

Oscar.

- Oscar Blaketon. - Oscar.

- GINA: Oscar Blaketon. - Oscar Blaketon.

MUSIC: 'Without You' by Badfinger

Oscar.

♪ You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows

♪ Yes, it shows ♪

THUNDERCLAP, RAIN POURS