05x09 - Toss Up

[bunniefuu]

Heartbeat, why do you miss
when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory?

Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory?

Uncle George!

Uncle George!

Oi!

Did you see him, Uncle George?

Did you see who it was?

Hi, Gina.

What's going on?

But it was him.

It was the beer-o-man.

Aidensfield Police.

Oh, hello, Gina.

All right.

Calm down.

Right.

I'll play.

I'll be with you as soon as I can.

All right.

Bye.

Alfred!

Alfred?

Alfred?

Hi there, Dad.

Guess this is your dog, eh?

Come out of there, Alfred.

I've been told I've got a
way with animals, man.

Have you?

Not with this animal, you've not.

Hope you realize you're
camping on private property.

Hey, property's theft, Dad.

Ain't you heard that quotation?

Not lately, no.

But I've got a quote for you.

You owe me and rent.

Easy, man.

I've got bread.

Only deal in cash.

Are you staying?

You must be a yank or something.

I just need somewhere
to hang me out for a while.

Sit in the sun.

Watch the grass grow.

You've come to the right place.

I've got acres on it.

This is far out, man.

No, Tony.

Daffodil fields only half a mile.

The beer old man again, are you sure?

He had the gear on, Sarge.

George had left the window open
and said G never got to close it.

Well, at least he didn't get the takings.

He'd have a job.

George sleeps with him.

Well, it seems he takes
anything... ornaments, clothes.

Oh, there's a tale going around
that he doesn't take out sometimes.

Just bakes a cake and then goes again.

I don't find this funny.

In fact, as a certain
nasty little man

once said, my Patience
is now at an end.

This one man crime wave's been
making mugs of us for the past four weeks.

He's the talk of the North Riding.

Now, there has to be a pattern.

Hm.

Rowan, talk to me.

Well, until last night, the break-ins
have been in or around Ashfordly.

Could be his target in Aidensfield.

And women.

Right, Ventress, you check the records.

Bellamy, I want you to revisit
the scenes of the crimes.

And Rowan, you check up on
any newcomers in Aidensfield.

Any questions?

Oh, just one, Sarge.

Who said my Patience is at an end?

Hitler. Just before he invaded Poland.

All right, George?

I've been worse. I've been better.

Come into something
when you don't feel

safe carrying your
takings to the bank.

Yeah, we need to catch
this crap pot, George.

You let me know if you see
any strangers in the village.

Well, there was a Van
parked at Greengrasses

I've never seen before. Spotted it earlier.

I'll take a look.

Oh, well, you can't miss it.

It's painted all psychedesical.

Yeah, another long-haired layabout.

I expect living off such as me.

See you.

Ta-ra.

I'll give him flame, Beano
man, if I ever catch up with him.

Well, a certain little
guy arrived to the

UK today and set
the country burning.

When asked if he had anything to
say to the youth of Britain, he said,

"Keep a clean head and
always carry a light bulb."

Yes, Mr Tambourine Man himself bombed him.

Yes!

Yeah.

Yeah.

I don't believe it.

It can't be.

Nah, it's not Bob Dylan.

I bet he can't even play that thing.

You must leave that t*nk when
you leave, you think we'll last.

Whatever you wish to
keep, you'd better grab it fast.

Young man stands your orphan with
his g*n, crying like a fire in the sun.

Look out, boy, the
saints are coming

through, and it's all
over now, baby, blue.

I'm sorry I spoke.

Who were that supposed to be?

Bob Dylan, you old fuzzick.

Come back, marry old
hands are all forgiven.

I'll have a whiskey, family size.

Mr Dylan will pay.

All right, Bob.

Yeah, right, I'll clod.

Here, you kids want a drink with me?

Oh, yeah, cheers.

Cheers.

I'll give you old fuzzick.

Jason!

Jason, are you there?

Hello, Jason.

Hello.

Hi, constable.

Jason owns the Van, I take it?

What's it to you?

Nice car.

What's your name?

Queen Jane, approximately.

Joan Byers.

And who's this Jason?

Oh, he's just great.

Knows all the groups.

He's just Jason.

Don't waste your breath.

You known him long?

What's he supposed to have done?

I didn't say he'd done anything.

What's he doing around here?

Touring with Bob Dylan.

Can we go now?

Bye.

I tell you, Jason,
man, when you walk

through that door,
I thought, it's him.

It's Bob Dylan.

Nah, can't lay claim to that.

But when I was rowdy with the
kinks, I picked up a few things.

Oh, yeah?

What, these are the kinks' plethrums?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Help yourselves.

So tell us about them then, Claude.

I don't know much, but
he's got plenty of money.

He's got a good voice and all.

Has he?

What can I get you, love?

Well, love would be far out, darling.

But for now, I'll have the
same again for me mates.

You're a scholar and a gentleman.

So what's your bag then, Dad?

My bag?

Yeah, your line of business, man.

Oh, I do a bit of everything.

Dealer, breeder, haulage contractor.

w*r hero.

Philosopher.

So what's your philosophy then, Claude?

Philosophy?

I don't know.

Probably, if things don't
change, they'll stop as they are.

Far out man, I can live with that.

I sing a bit myself, Jason.

Oh, yeah?

That's cool, Gina.

Perhaps we can get together
and work on a couple of numbers.

Yeah?

What about Joe Starling over there?

No problem.

Oh, I've got to go.

See you later.

Yeah, ta-ra.

Come on, Jason!

Right, let's go.

So when was the last time
you had a tetanus jab, Mr. Flax?

Can you remember?

Never had one.

I wouldn't have bothered you
with this, but she would make a foot.

There you go.

Oh, do you like pop music, Marion?

Pop papers is all she
thinks about these days.

The world's gone mad if you ask me.

I like the kinks and the pretty things.

Mm, so do I.

Lads, we're here like Lasses.

Lasses with skirts just
below their backsides.

Any road, she's not joining them.

Lasses aren't safe gadding about
with this B-roll man running loose.

Well, young girls need
a bit of fun, Mr. Flax.

Fun?

There was a time folk worked
hard and kept the Sabbath.

Things are going to
ruination if you ask me.

We don't do out on a Sunday, yeah?

Don't you get out to dancers, then?

Dances?

That's a laugh.

They won't even let me
listen to Radio Luxembourg.

Quiet, Marion.

I am quiet.

Yes, well, I really must be going.

I used to think everyone were
the same till a few years ago.

I thought all the world
stopped for Sunday, but it don't.

It's just us.

Bye, me blooming Flaxies.

Time was Bairns had
respect for their elders.

Yes, well, you keep that
arm cuffed up, Mr. Flax.

I'll be back with the
tetanus as soon as I can.

Uh.

He's certainly a ladies' man.

Out of eight reported burglaries,
six have been on females.

Hm.

Young'uns and all.

Yeah, I know her.

Bayek.

Barbara Fletcher.

We used to watch her
playing tennis at school.

Bouncing Babs, we used to call her.

Oh, I can imagine.

Barbara told
yesterday of her horror

upon waking to find
the so-called Biro man

rummaging in her wardrobe.

Luckily for Mrs.
Taylor... Mrs. Taylor?

Oh, Barbara, you got married.

Luckily for Mrs.
Taylor, her -stone husband,

whose hobbies
include weightlifting

and amateur boxing,
was in the next room.

So where's he from, then, this
bloke with the psychedelic band?

London.

Out of the music business.

So how long's he been
camping at your place?

Turned up last night.

Mind you, as soon as I
heard him, I knew he got talent.

Matter of fact, I'm, uh,
negotiating to be his manager.

Well, that'll be the kiss of
death for his career, then.

Thank you.

Oh, no, please, please.

No!

Go away!

Eileen, nobody wears jeans with creases in.

Well, they should.

I think it looks much nicer.

What's up, Maggie?

Sit down.

You look as if you've seen a ghost.

No.

Biro man.

Where?

Sillers Moor.

He came straight across the field at me.

He was right on top of the car.

It was so weird.

All right, you'd better show me.

He sprung over the wall round about there.

That's an old burial mound over there.

Is that what it is?

Yeah, I think so.

No sign of any cars up there, then.

No, several tracks.

Maggie didn't see any vehicles.

Nice motor.

It belongs to those two blondes
I saw up at Greengrass's.

We'll never play darts in this bedlam.

Three pints, please, George.

Right, well, I'll carry on here tonight.

They're having a good time, George.

There's some dodgy cigarettes about, Nick.

Don't you smell them?

Yeah, Nick.

Is that them?

Yeah, I'll have a word.

Who else?

They think we've done him some good.

He's moving in on the talent.

That's all.

Hey, Nick, is it all
right if this B-Roll man

breaks into places and then bakes
a sponge cake before he leaves?

Yeah, that's all right, Claude.

I'm going to do him
for baking and entering.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Hey, Chase.

He's a local fuss.

He was asking about you.

Hello again.

Hi, man.

Hello.

Nice to meet you.

You're from the smoke, too, eh?

Yeah, whereabouts are you from?

Catford.

So what are you doing this far north?

What is this, the third degree?

I just fancied a change of scene, OK?

Not looking for any kind of trouble.

I've got plenty of bread.

Do you want us to sing again, Chase?

Yeah, go for it, Chase.

The cop just loves your music.

Mm.

What's he say, then?

He says he's got plenty of bread.

Ah, well, he would have,
wouldn't he, if he's the B-Roll man?

Right, we've had a request from Pete.

Does this smell marguarna?

It's just herbal cigarettes, Al.

♪ We've got to get out of this
place ♪ It's the last thing we ever do

♪ We've got to get
out of this place ♪ Girl,

there's a better life
for me and you. ♪

Yeah, it's a Jason Brown, mate, of Catford.

Who's he on to? Criminal records?

Yeah, that's right.

Ask them if they've got "I
Believe" by The Bachelors.

That's a criminal record.

Yeah, OK. Right, thank you.

So you think our visiting
troubadour's got some form, then?

Well, they're just checking,
then they'll call me back.

Rowan! Get yourself over to Flax Farm.

There's been another break-in.
B-Roll man again.

And go through that farmhouse
with a fine tooth comb.

Or a sieve.

HE LAUGHS Yeah.

♪ Girl, you really got me going ♪ You
got me so I don't know what I'm doing

♪ Girl, yeah, you really got me
lost ♪ You got me so I guess it's... ♪

HE SHOUTS THEY LAUGH
Oi! Leave her alone, you lot!

♪ Oh, yeah, you really got me now ♪
You got me so I guess it's my revenge

♪ You really got me... ♪

The other things he took don't matter.

But that wall clock, we've
had it in family for years.

And you left the house
about nine o'clock, Mr Flax?

I tell they. I was out cutting thistles.

Mrs Flax?

She were with me.

When Marion disturbed him, when he ran off.

Where is Marion?

Oh, she's gone to the village.

OK. Relax, Mr Flax.

Yeah.

I'll come back tomorrow
and change the dressing.

I'll need a word with your daughter.

Thank you. I'll be in touch.

Lovely scones. Thank you.

Relax, Mr Flax.
I can't believe you said that.

Sad people, Nick.

Can't be much of a life for poor Marion.

Hey, Jason, you know
all these what's-it plants?

Pepsi-cams.

Sounds like stomach trouble.
Are you sure they'll sell?

Like hotcakes, Dad.

I wish you'd stop calling me Dad.
People will start thinking things.

Come on, Jason.

Yeah, you coming for a ride?

Chicks, eh, Dad? They never let go.

I know. I used to have the
same sort of trouble myself.

Marion. Hello.

I just wanted a quick word.

I gather you sold the beer, I imagine.

Blimey right I did.

Is she your girlfriend?

No.

I had a friend once.

Great at sports she was.

Didn't last, though.

Why not?

I mean, it's obvious.

When I saw what her house
was like, I nearly had a fit.

Couldn't bring her here, could I?

Were you in on your own when you came in?

I'd been out walking.

I come back in and there he
was, taking the clock off the wall.

Did he say anything?

Did he, Nick?

We just stood and
stared at each other

for ages, then he
screamed and I ran away.

You mean you screamed and he ran away?

That's what I said. Can I go now?

You've got oil on your nose.

Is that better?

No.

They're going a bit fast.

Nick.

Hang it out.

Now you don't talk so loud.

Now you don't seem so proud.

About having to be grounding.

Your next meal.

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

Nick?

Over there.

He's gone.

He's gone.

He's gone.

You two, over here.

Now listen here, we've got a
problem here with identification.

We've got one driving licence
in the name of Paula Clegg

and one Laguna Club membership
card owned by a Sandra Gordon.

We don't know which one's which.

That's right, Rowan.

The driver's dead and the other
one's on her way to Ashfordly Hospital to

get patched up.

Bit of a toss-up, isn't it, Sarge?

We've got a problem here.

Hey!

Come on out, I've got a -ball.

I want both sets of parents
at the hospital pronto.

So you two get hold of Mr and Mrs
Clegg and I'll talk to Mr and Mrs Gordon.

And what do we tell them, Sarge?

Just the basic situation.

No gory details.

And you best get some photos of the girl.

Please come to the hospital.
Your daughter's probably dead.

No.

Your daughter's been in a
serious accident and may be alive.

How many times have you had to do this, Al?

Too many.

Come on, don't be daft!

Don't be daft!

Stop her or I'll sh**t!

I'll be ready next time!

Where's Paula? I want to see her now.

Would you like to step
this way, Mr and Mrs Clegg?

Roy.

What's happening, then?

One girl's having emergency surgery, Sarge.

It's touch and go, I think.
The other girl's in the mortuary.

I've got the photos.

These are useless, aren't they?

What's all this whispering?

If we don't get some information
soon, there's going to be trouble.

Mr and Mrs Clegg, do you
know Mr and Mrs Gordon?

Paula told us so much about you.

Aye. We've heard about you and all.

Where's our daughter, Sergeant?
That's all we want to know.

Where's our Sandra?

Can I have a bit of service?
I've been robbed!

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

No need for that. There's a list
of the stuff that's been nicked.

We'll need a statement.

A statement? You want to get him caught?
It was that flaming B-Ro man.

Really? He's not his usual type.

Yeah, not the guys for young women.

I hate, though, Claude, he's quite old.

Are you sure it was him?

Well, of course I'm sure,
and I want him caught!

You're flaming useless, you lot.

Claude, we have more
important things on at the moment.

Like what's running on the at Rippon?

There's been a fatal
accident up on the moor.

Two lassies and a green
death-trap sports car.

But, holy moly, about two hours ago,

they were having a picnic
up at my place with that Jason.

Right. OK, thanks, Al.

Rowan.

Unblemished.
No scars, no unusual birthmarks.

They could be twins.

You said the girl that was
driving the car was wearing a hat.

Is it this one?

Yeah, that belongs to Paula Clegg.
She's the one with the driving licence.

It was her car.

Did you manage to see the surgeon?

Stomach content showed
the girl was highly intoxicated.

What, the picnic plonk?

Cannabis, Sarge.

Cannabis?

Didn't think I'd mention it yet.

No, I wouldn't.

No, I've spoken to Alf.

Greengrass saw the girls
picnicking with that Jason

just before they set off in the car.

Tell Bellamy to pick him up.

Right.

Hey, come on. Steady up, love. Come on.

Do they belong to your daughter, Mr Clegg?

Aye, they're Paula's.

She loved this hat.

But it is her car.

Yeah.

I bought it when her
rear-level results come through.

She were a damn good little driver.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you
to come and identify the body.

They were always swapping clothes, Bill.
You know they were.

Hey, June.

You couldn't tell them apart half the time.

You know what young girls are like.

Besides, this isn't our Paula's.

She wouldn't be seen.

She'd never wear a cheap thing like that.

She's not dead.

I know she's not dead.

It's possible.

Well, in that case,
we'll just have to

wait till the dental
records come through.

I'll try and speed him up a bit, Sarge.

I'm not waiting for that.

I'll identify her now.

No, I wouldn't do that, Mr Clegg.

Not until it's absolutely necessary.

Bill.

Bill.

Where the devil are these dental records?

We can't go on like this.

What are you gawping at?

Not much.

What's that supposed to mean?

We know all about you.

Paula used to tell us, didn't she, love?

She was right at home with us.

Ah, well, she would
easily lay the fool to her sin.

We never had a
bit of bother with our

Sandra till she met
that wild lass of yours.

Don't.

I'll not have some stuck-up Jerry
Bill to slagging my daughter off.

All right, all right.

I'd just like you to
know we're doing

our best to resolve
a very difficult...

Oh, it's not enough!

Take me to Mortuary now.

Can't you see this waiting's
driving us all round Bend?

Very well, sir.

Follow me.

Look at her.

She's dressed for a
blooming holiday, not hospital.

She's always the same.

I thought you'd never met the Cleggs.

Paula used to take her off.

Their own daughter, laughing at them.

We're sorry for them, of course.

Sandra's our only child.

Well, it's not her that's dead.

Look, Tom, Mary, we don't
know anything for certain yet.

But he's gone to identify
the driver of the car.

Well, that's that, then.

Our Sandra's only had a
provisional licence a couple of months.

There's no way she'd be driving that car.

He's back, poor devil.

Think I should say we're sorry?

Just a minute, Tom.

She's smiling.

Well, it's Sandra Gordon.

I'd best break the news.

I'm very sorry.

I'm sorry.

Poor Tom and Mary.

How do you get over something like that?

You don't. You just learn to live with it.

I suppose so.

This should never have happened.

Someone got those girls stoned.

I think I know who's responsible.

Thanks a bit, Mary.

See you later.

Oh, no, you don't!

Oh!

Oh, my God!

Neat! Help!

Neat!

Oh!

Please.

What's happened?

It was Biro Man.

Are you there, Cora?

Hello?

Yeah, it's all right.
The police are here now.

Yeah, OK.

He was... watching telly.

Sitting here in my flat.

I don't know what things are coming to.

Mr Greengrass getting robbed.

Now Maggie.

Anything could have happened to her, Nick.

I thought I saw Biro
Man myself this afternoon.

There's two little girls playing a game.

Sent quite a chill through me.

He was at that crash.

What do you mean?

He was dancing on top of a hill.

Like they'd seen it coming,
some sort of weird ritual.

Nick!

It's records for you.

Hello?

All eclects regain consciousness.
Let's get to the hospital.

Come on, Rowan.

Hang on, Sarge.

Right.

He has been a busy lad, hasn't he?

All right. Thanks. Bye.

Guess what, Sarge?

Enlighten me.

Jason Brown, the
bloke staying out at

Greengrass's, got
three drug convictions,

and he's now in Catford,
full of cannabis plants.

No wonder he's headed up north.

And he's not a rock legend.

He's a pastry cook.

Right, let me find our wandering
minstrel and bring him in.

And look a bit harder this time.

Sarge.

Where the heck have you been?

Around.

Just came to say farewell.

Time I was hitting the road, man.

I'm sorry to have to bring it
up, but you owe me a bit of rent.

You don't think I'd split without paying?

That hurts.

Two, three... And
one for the road.

I'm gonna miss you, ma'am.

So you were with Jason
Brown shortly before the crash?

We just had a picnic at his place.

And did he give you any dr*gs?

No.

You know he's been a pusher for years.

Jason's a dreamer. He's harmless.

Leave it for now, Rowan.

Just a couple more questions, Sarge.

Where would you normally
get your dr*gs from, Paula?

The Laguna Club.

There's a load of pushers there.

Sergeant, there's a PC
Ventress on the phone.

He says it's urgent.

So what had you taken
before you left yesterday?

Nothing. I swear, we haven't
dropped an aspirin on this.

Constable, I must insist you go now.

You must have taken something.

Look, we had a picnic, and
Sandra jumped in the car.

She was like that.

Impulsive.

She asked if she could drive.

"Better practice," she said.

It's my fault, isn't it?

I k*lled my best friend.

Rowan.

Thanks, Paula.

Sister.

Well, Bellamy's located Jason Brown.
He's back at Greengrasses.

Observation.

Alf, I reckon I should go in and get him.

He's ready for the off, I'm telling you.

Cavalry on its way.

Well, they'd better not be long.

Alf, we've got developments.

She's got to be covering for him, Sarge.

Where've you been, Blakiston?

The name is Blaketon, sir.

And we've just been to ask
your daughter a few questions.

She's in no fit state to be interviewed.

You're not human, you coppers.

Your daughter could
still be facing a charge.

Don't talk garbage, man.

She allowed Sandra
to drive, years

old, without health
plates or insurance.

Is that all you've got?
A miserable road traffic offence?

Can I remind you, Mr Clegg, that
Sandra Gordon died as a result of all this?

Mrs Clegg, do you know Jason Brown?

Yes, I do.

He asked permission to
see our Paula this morning.

Any luck, Rowan?

No, not really, Sarge.

Oh, thank you, Rowan.

I'm afraid beer, old flowers,
is not an illegal substance.

Whatever they're on is, though, Sarge.

Well, let's find out, shall we?

All right, all right, that's enough.

Tanked up a bit early, aren't we?

Just having a good time, man.

Did you get these kids stoned, Jason?

How did he get to be such a boy scout, man?

Search Mr Brown, Rowan.

He left empty pockets, I'm afraid.

Would have reason to believe you
may be carrying certain substances.

Phil?

What's that, pot?

No, Sarge.

Leave him alone.

I'm clean.

I'd like to ask you a
few questions, down

at the station, if
you've no objections.

My pleasure, man.

Well, I may take him.

Rowan?

Want to come this way, man?

♪ We've got to get out of this
place ♪ If it's the last thing we ever do

♪ We've got to get out of this place... ♪

Yeah, all right, I was
with them before the crash.

We had a picnic, no law against that.

They were both intoxicated.

White wine.

We had a couple of glasses each.

Bet you've got nothing on me.

Mind if I smoke?

Yes.

Not nervous, are you?

You must be used to this by now.

I'm not a criminal, man. All I'm
trying to do is live free and die happy.

Like Sandra Gordon?

That's not down to me.

Did Paul Assad give them dope?

Nah.

You've got nothing on me.

Nah.

The devil's made that.

Come on, Henson.

Henson, come on, there you are.

Henson, good boy.

Well, I'll be on me way then, lads.

Thanks for the hospitality.

I've got to think about decorating now.

You're going to get the passing tried.

Ta-ra.

Well, back to square one, Rowan.

If he's clean, where do we go from here?

What's up?

I think we might have
searched the wrong place.

You're out in force.

What are you up to?

I've a dressing on a gangrenous leg to do,

then back down to Flax's Farm
again, check on the old man's hand.

Well, you take care.

See you.

Well, what I'm trying to say is,
and I mean this very sincerely, is...

You know what I mean?

Go with the flow, man.

Yeah, yeah, she's a lovely woman.

This... This is... This is beautiful.

Farewell, Cake Dad.

Yeah, farewell.

Goodbye, it's time... What... What
about the, er... greenhouse stuff?

It's all yours.

So long, Dad.

Oh, no, I'm not.

I'll keep a welcome...
in the old tides.

Looks like we got here just in time.

Rowan, check the greenhouse.

Ventress, Bellamy, round the back.

It's the local fuzz again.

Local fuzz?
I bet three of them come along at once.

Having a party in here, are we?

We got a search warrant, Greengrass.

They'll do themselves. I have
nothing to declare except my genials.

We'll see about that.
I was just leaving anyway.

You're not going anywhere,
not till we've searched this house,

like the proverbial dose of salt.
Now, sit down!

Did you find anything, Rowan?
A few tomato plants, Sarge.

Right, well, you and
Bellamy upstairs.

Ventress, keep an
eye on our genial host.

Host of golden daffodils?

He's not a genial, Sarge. He's Isaac Kite.

- Have you been eating this?
- Thank you very much.

It's hash cake, Jason. Picnic fare.

Nothing to do with me.

Ventress, watch him.

And that cake. Come on, Rowan.

I'm out of the bed while you're up there.

Hello, sailor.

You're on a slippery slope, Claude.

Oops-a-Daisy!

There's a car.

It's that bloody nurse again.

Nothing, but at least we got the cake.

Bring it up. Bring it up.

Ventress, what are you doing?

Sarge.

- What? - About the cake.

- What about the cake?
- Alfred's just eaten it.

- Come on, bring it up.
- But it's evidence!

Well, I'll be on my way, then.

I'll take that.

Hey, hang on. Hang on, hang on.

- What have you got in there, then?
- Nothing.

Well, let's have a look, shall we?

You like the 'Who', Jason?

I think I do, Pete Townshend.

Oh, no, man, don't smash me guitar!

Well, well, well, and what have we here?

OK, sunshine, you're nipped.

Bellamy, take him out.

- Claude? - What?

- Where did you get that clock from?
- What clock?

That clock. That's from Flax's farm.

Did you Nick it?

No, no, Jack Flax's, love.

Jack Flax's daughter.

Marion?

Yeah, you know, she, like...

Brings me things.

Where are you off to, Rowan?

Flax's farm, Sarge.
Maggie Bolton's on her way out there.

Hello, Mrs Flax?

Mrs Flax?

Hello? It's Maggie.

Look at me.

Look.

Who are you?

What do you want?

You're frightening me.

Please.

- Are you in there, Maggie? - Nick!

That's far enough.

- Got him. - Leave it, Mr Flax.

Never mind, I'll let some
daylight into him and all.

Step aside, PC Rowan.

- You don't want to do that, Mr Flax.
- Don't I?

I'm just about sick of the likes of him.

Vandals, scum, blustered heathens.

Get out of the way, I tell thee!

You're a God-fearing man.
Now put the g*n down.

Take his mask off, then.

Let's see his cowardly face.

Go on, Marion, take it off.

Marion?

Why?

I want things too.

It's all passing me by.

Everyone's having a good
time and has friends but me.

I wanted her to be my friend.

I want a life!

And I'm not sorry.

You needn't look at me like that.

And Marta's well be in
a real prison as this one.

So what do you think will happen to her?

I don't think she'll be
treated too harshly.

I'd probably take the view she
needs help, not punishment.

I hope so.

Nick?

Thanks.

I'm coming for me stuff.

Good morning, Greengrass.

You sleep all right last night, Claude?

I've never had nightmares like them.

Put you off choccy cakes for a while, then?

Very good.

Ah, Greengrass.

And how are you feeling this fine morning?

I'm not a well man.

Alfred's been howling all night.

I think he's in need of psychiatric help.

Well, come on, where's me things?

What things?

The stuff that was Nick.
Watches and that. I gave you a list.

How about this?

I'm not in the mood.

Now, come on, lads, stop messing about.

I believe there is one item we've
got that belongs to Mr Greengrass.

Ventress.

It's all yours, Greengrass.

I hope in the future
you'll think twice

before dabbling in
illegal substances.

That's what I call a good result.

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♪ Heartbeat, why do you
miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory?

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