05x10 - It's All in the Game

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

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

I haven't got it Mr. Armstrong.
I don't carry that much on me. Never.

Tomorrow.

First thing.

Tomorrow.

All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small,

all things wise and wonderful,
the Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
each little bird that sings,

he made them all with colors,
he made them tiny wings.

Catherine Sarah, I baptize thee in
the name of the Father, and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Amen.

Where are you Billy? Where are you?

Time to build Billy.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Where's Kate, boss?

He left in a hurry.

Find him. I need him.

This is splendid.

It's really old, isn't it?

It's a family heirloom.
I was christened in it, so was Kate.

A tradition which is fading, I
feel, along with many others.

I was wrapped in the flag.

V-E day.

Go on Maggie, have
some food, indulge yourself.

Oh, um, I just wanted
to say thank you, Vicar.

It must have been difficult, Nick.

But I feel that Kate was with
us in spirit, and very proud.

Thank you.

You all right?

Yeah, fine.

Good.

Pass us the beetroot then.

Nick, can I have a word?

Yeah.

By the way, Nick, it's a beautiful
present your mother sent.

Don't you think, Sergeant Blaketon?

Oh, uh, yes.

She must have been very
upset she couldn't be here.

Devastated and colourblind.

Don't mind me.

Look, just call in at the station
about six o'clock tomorrow evening.

I've got a D.I.
Woodhead coming down from Newcastle CID.

It's a plain clothes job.

Great.

You want to sign Eileen
up for the race trip, George?

I see refreshments.

Race trip?

I've not been told about this.

I'm going to be at the races.

Fish and chips and a sour bag.

Then we lose a load of
money and cry into our beard.

It's a good day out.

Put me down for it.

Forget it, Maggie.

They're barred from every
public house from here to Riffon.

Everyone?

Oh, Eileen, thank you.

I'll get it, Nick.

Thanks.

Oh, is PC Rowan in?

Yes, it's his daughter's christening.

Oh, I've come at the wrong time.

No, is it police business?

Well, you could say that, yeah.

Hello, Nick.

Long time no see.

Is there a problem, Eileen?

No, a visitor.

A woman?

They must be old friends.

Oh, yes.

Bad timing.

No, no, not at all.

You look well.

I was passing.

I've got friends in Whitby.

I remember.

Do you?

I heard about your wife and your baby.

I thought I'd call in.

Well, come and see her.

No, I don't know anybody.

They won't bite.

Come on, come and meet Katie.

Can I help you?

Now, Claude.

Oh, she's beautiful.

Yeah, she is, isn't she?

She's got her dad's nose.

You were really cute when you were a kid.

Was I?

Yeah.

What happened?

Where's she from?

London accent.

Long time no see, she said.

She's a bit old for that, Minnie.

Out.

She's a bit of all right.

It's what he needs.

It's what we all need.

Oh, me or you.

You grow out a bit.

I hope not.

Sarge, this is Sergeant Blaketon
of the North Riding Constabulary.

Pleased to meet you.

Hello.

And this is Sergeant Jill
Criddle of the Metropolitan Police.

I was just passing and I thought to myself,

"Isn't this old Claude's
neck of the woods?"

Did you?

I did, and I thought, "Doesn't
old Claude owe me some money?"

I think I paid you that.

You haven't, Claude.

You've come at a bad time.

I'm amazed to hear that, Claude.

But you could do me a
favour to pay me back.

It totally depends on what it is.

I need somewhere to stop for a few days.

Why? Who's after you?

I've business in the area.

Business?

Could there be a bit of
something in it for me?

I've always been a good friend to me mates.

How long do you want to stay?

We shouldn't be here for more than a week.

A week?

You can't bring any women in here.

All right, Claude, keep your hair on.

I wish I'd got some.

It's only Eric.

You are joking.

Alfred, you're driving mad!

He's here.

Say nothing.

I want to know what, where and why.

You think you know how then by now?

All right?

Not bad.

How are you?

Fine.

Good, good.

Is he in?

He's waiting for you.

Right.

I say, Nick, she's a big
improvement on Inspector Murchison.

Yeah, she is, isn't she?

Yeah.

In my opinion, Inspector Murchison
was a very attractive woman.

DI Woodhead, Newcastle CID, PC Nick Rowan.

Pleased to meet you, Nick.

Is this your man?

Aye.

Nick Elliot Armstrong.

Frankie to his mother,
Mr. Armstrong to everyone else.

And what business is he in?

He owns a couple of gambling clubs.

Uses them as a front
for his criminal activities.

Nothing moves in our area without his nod.

Protection racket?

Aye.

He offers bandits slot
machines to pubs and clubs.

Well, they know better than to refuse.

Armstrong's bought himself
another club in Scarborough.

But he hasn't moved
down here without a reason.

He's got a grand opening of
his new club on Thursday night.

We want you to go along
and have a look round.

Right, sir.

He's a nasty piece of work.

Oh, I think PC Rowan
can take care of himself.

He'd be a lot less conspicuous
with a woman on his arm.

I suppose you've got any
spare WPCs around the place?

I'm afraid not, sir.

Actually, there is somebody, sir.

Sergeant Jewel Criddle.

She's in the area visiting friends.

She's with the Met.

Well, let's see if I can sort it out.

♪ Goldfinger.

♪ He's the man, the
man with the Midas touch

♪ A spider's touch
♪ Such a cold finger

Free champagne.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's a bit of a find so far up north.

Well, we have our moments.

There's a lot of money in here.

Yeah, a few dodgy faces and all.

Just like old times.

It is, isn't it?

Yeah.

Everything all right?

Fine, boss.

What news of Billy Black?

He's disappeared, boss.

You're not looking hard enough.

I reckon he's moved on. Gone south.

Not Billy Black.

He thinks you'll fall off the edge
of the world at Scotch Corner.

We'll find him, boss.

Tell him.

I'll give him a chance
to wipe the slate clean.

Tell him.

In his case, there might
even be a life after death.

Nine, nine points.

We're beginning to stand out.
Which one are you going to try?

I don't know. I've forgotten the rules.

This one.

How much to Boudet give you?

quid.

Well, hand it over, then,
and I'll be your floozy.

Red three.

Isn't this our man?

Looks like it.

.

You moved it. I said .

We called , sir.

Hey, hang on a minute.

You'd like to come with us, sir?

Quietly.

I'm just going for a walk.

Be careful.

Ah!

You're having a good night.

Not bad.

Lived much before?

Sometimes. And you?

Well, now and then.

This is my club.

Is it? It's very good.

Thank you.

I hope you'll allow me
to buy you a drink later.

That's very kind of you.

Go. Huzzah!

What's first?

Nine away and go.

Okay.

Nine.

Nine.

Nice boy.

And you're going down.

And the other way.

You're going that way?

Well, bravo.

Six, six, six.

Do you want me to help you?

I was looking for the toilet.

You got the wrong place, friend.

Yeah, looks like it.

Yeah, it does, doesn't it?

Here you are.

Hello again.

What are you doing here?

I was looking for the toilet.

Well, I'm ready to go.

Yeah, I'm coming.

Excuse me.

I'll know where it is next time.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

He had some places marked down on the map.

And I've come out quid up.

What a team.

So, Armstrong's into horse doping, is he?

Yeah, looks like it, Sarge.

There's Blakey Wood, Newton, Lipperdale.

They're all racing stables.

Did you get them all?

No, no, I had to get out a bit sharpish.

And you reckon these
are all on his wanted list?

Oh, we need to take a look.

Right then, this is Boothby's.

One of the biggest stables
around here, you know.

They reckon he's got a
race in certainty for Rippon.

Can you get me in?

Can I get you in?

Can I duck?

This is my backyard.

I can go anywhere I like.

I hope there's going to be
a few quid in all this for me.

Aye, enough to leave us both in clover.

Are you coming or are you
going to sleep there all morning?

I close my eyes for a second
and pretend it's the year of love.

Meanwhile, I drive
the axle, not the saddle.

I see a summer night with a rocking moon.

Every time that you walk in the moon.

Shove off, Greengrass.

Get on with you, you old rogue.

Well done, Claude, old son.

Good start, that.

Can we try one where you
aren't quite so famous next time?

Rolling, rolling, rolling,
oh, the strings are swollen.

Keep them doggies rolling, raw hide.

Through rain and wind and
weather, help and blether.

Wishing my gal was by my side.

What I want is a small
stable with a few good horses.

I know a few trainers like that.

What about this one?

Captain Curram at Flannery's.

All right, no Flannery's.

Whereabouts is it?

Keep going, I'll show you.

Ride 'em in, ride 'em in,
caught 'em out, caught 'em out.

Ride 'em in, raw hide.

Raw hide.

Hi.

Hello.

Nick not here.

I'm supposed to be meeting him.

Oh, he didn't say?

I've been to get my stuff.

I'm moving into the village
pub for a couple of nights.

It's more convenient.

I suppose it is.

Look, I wouldn't want you
to take this the wrong way.

Sorry?

Nick is so vulnerable at the moment.

I don't know how to put
this without seeming rude.

No, you're worried that Nick's
going to fall for the first woman

who comes along
who seems to offer

him some light at the
end of a dark tunnel.

I suppose I did mean
something like that, yes.

Oh, really?

He's gone to the shops.

Fine, I'll go and meet him.

Come on, hit 'em up, hit 'em up.

Come on, hit 'em up, raw hide.

Come on, ride 'em in, caught 'em out.

It'll be like taking sweets
from a baby, I'll tell you.

When do we do it?

Tonight.

And tomorrow, Mr Flannery's going
to have his fastest racehorse ever.

LAUGHTER Eileen!

How's that swing coming along?

Fine, thanks.

I'm glad I've seen you.

Oh, why?

I'm a bit concerned about Nick.

Hmm?

And his old friend, Jill.

Oh, Sergeant Criddle, you mean?

Well, she's a nice enough lass.

Is she?

Well, I believe so.

Now, come on, Eileen.

They're former colleagues, old friends.

You've got nothing to worry about.

Hope you're right.

What are you drinking, Claude?

Scotch, a big 'UN.

And I'll have a pint of strong.

I'm Billy, old mate of Claude's.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm looking for business
opportunities in the area.

Claude's showing me around.

Oh, he's well up on business
opportunities, this Claude.

Hiya, Nick.

And it's Jill, isn't it?

Yeah.

Be careful what you say.

Must have money.

Right, Claude.

Very well, thank you.

Cancel the ball.

We've put you in the
back, it's much quieter.

I've just made it up.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Will you have a drink?

No, thanks, Jules.
No, we're off to the coast.

Oh.

Well, I'll take your bags up.

Showing you the sights, is he?

Sort of.

Very nice.

I'll see you later, then.

Ta-ra.

What's next?

Ah, another couple of miles.

It's a pub in Eldering.

Should be on the
main drag, though

these one-horse
villages are all the same.

Hang on.

Look who's here.

I don't believe it.

Find somewhere to park.

I am doing.

Come on.

I get the feeling that Armstrong's
a bit big-time for up here.

Oh, I don't know.

There's more to it than sheep, Rosalind.

You're enjoying this, though.

Plain clothes work.

Makes a change.

Don't you miss London?

No.

Don't believe me.

Well, Kate missed it at first.

We both learned to love it here.

I'm sorry, I didn't
mean... No, that's all right.

Let's turn out to be
everything I've always wanted.

Beautiful countryside, real people.

Some of us want excitement.

What happened to you
and that DI Broadish, then?

Oh, police marriages.

Fated.

I married him on the rebound.

I didn't realise at the time, but...
Anyway, I threw myself into my career.

I'm joining CID when I get back.

You'll be the first woman commander.

It'll never happen.

What about you?

You giving up on promotion?

Haven't thought about it for ages.

You were marked down at the Met.

You'd have been inspector
by now, and you know it.

You should come back.

I'll leave all this.

Here he is, the man himself.

Billy Black.

Who's that with him?

Dunno.

Some old tramp.

Aren't they stunning?

I love racing. My ex, he was a gambler.

He took me once and I was hooked.

Hey, you!

It's Armstrong.

So it is.

Anything wrong?

Yes, fair off.

I don't want the likes of
you around my horses.

Why, are we on private property?

Just get back into your car, or
I'll have my lads put you back.

Oh, I wouldn't do that.
I don't want any trouble.

I was just admiring your horses.

He's coming up here.

So, we're out walking.

Ah, the beautiful lady gambler
and her wandering boyfriend.

Hello.

Taking in the sea air?

It's a pleasant place to study form.

Hmm, just what I'm doing.

I like to make my own judgments.

And have you?

I might have done.

Will you be at the races tomorrow?

Hope so.

I'll look out for you.

We'll have a drink.

Bye.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah, he's after one of
those beauties down there.

He's going to fix the big race.

So, that's where he's been hiding.

Let's go and get him.

No, we'll let him keep filling the pot.

We'll pick him up tonight.

Is he in?

The tiger's in his lair, yes.

Hello, old friends.

How are you getting on?

Hearing the dull grind of honest coppering,

we'll ask one around the countryside
with a smart bird on my arm.

That's very flattering, thank
you very much, Constable.

I'm saying nothing.

And there was me, thinking
you were saying too much.

Armstrong spent the
afternoon watching

Boothby's horses
exercising on the beach.

And?

Well, it's the big meeting
at Ripon tomorrow.

Boothby's got some of his horses running.

It's not that time of the
year come round again, is it?

Yes, Sarge.

Oh, dear.

The one day of the year where
normal, decent, upstanding members

of the local community
climb aboard a sharabang,

rampage through the
countryside to Ripon Racecourse,

lose their shirts, fall over drunk,

and drown their sorrows in every
public house on the way back.

Prentice, in here!

Sarge.

Ripon tomorrow.
Is there a favourite for the big race?

Well, it depends on the going and all.

But just take a look out of the window
and give me an educated guess.

Fab Four.

Fab Four.

What stables is it at?

Boothby's.

Well, that's it.

He's out to nobble the favourite.

Right, Ventress, you and
Bellamy on guard duty tonight.

I'll phone Boothby and warn him.

Rowan, get hold of D.I. Woodhead.

Tell him what's going on.

And Armstrong's used to seeing
you in civvies, so we'll keep it like that.

It's a bit parky.

You're going soft.

I thought there'd be a stall.

I set the place on fire.

Is that you?

What?

That smell.

Equine flatulence.

Yeah, I know, but is it you?

It's the ruddy horses.

Have a great night.

You done it?

Aye.

No problems?

There was nobody around.

You got the right end, didn't you?

The brownhand, Captain Coram.

I'm only asking.

It'll be off like a rocket.

You wait.

Where are we going to sleep?

Sleep?

No sleep for us tonight, Philip.

Not when we're guarding Fab Four.

We're all that stands between Ashfordly

and the greatest threat to
the Queen's peace since Adolf.

I'll be sleeping in there.

In a stable?

Beggars can't be choosers.

You take first watch.

I'll warm the straw up.

Yesterday All my troubles
seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to
stay Oh, I believe Yesterday Suddenly

I'm not half the girl I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me

What are you drinking?

Oh, I'll get it.

No, come on.

A pint of Best.

A pint of Best, please, George.

And is Nick coming?

He said he would if he could.

Make it two.

So, you've known Nick a long time.

Yeah.

Well, give me the lowdown.

Since school, he was my first boyfriend.

It was such an easy
game to play Now I

need a place to hide
away Oh, I believe

Yesterday Why he
had to go I don't know,

he wouldn't say I
said something wrong

Now I long for yesterday Hello.

Thanks.

Didn't think you'd make it.

Eileen let you out, did she?

Everything all right, then?

Yeah, we've been having a great time.

Good.

Oh, I believe Yesterday

Captain Coram.

Force race.

What's the thing you've got on it, Claude?

Dig up your old biscuit tin.

How do you know about that?

I mean, I've not got a biscuit tin.

What's going on?

Billy?

Who's out there?

I've got root.

Mr Boothby, everything all right?

Oh, fine.

Your lads seem to have scared him off.

Where are they, then?

They're in there.

Any problems, Bellamy?

Not a whisper, Sarge.

Are you all right?

A bit cold, actually, Sarge.

Really?

Where's Ventress?

He's, er... He's in the stall.

He's in the stall, Sarge?

Ventress?

Ventress!

All right!

Hiya.

What's wrong?

We're waiting for Claude.

He's never been this late in years.

Oh, he's probably broken down.

Maybe he's making his own way there.

Where's the booze?

In the boot.

We wouldn't miss that.

I'll see if I can find him.

You go on.

Right.

So, what do you know?

No problem at Boothby's overnight.

Armstrong will still try to get
the fab four before the big race.

Al Ventress and Phil Bellamy are
riding shotgun all the way to Ripon.

Good.

I've got some of my
lads coming down as well.

So, what's Armstrong doing now?

He's going for an early
morning constitutional.

Well, how very civilised.

What a beautiful morning.

Ideal morning for a dip,
don't you think, Billy?

Uh-uh.

They tell me the water's cooled.

You don't fancy it?

Uh-uh.

You've been a bad lad, Billy.

I was always going to catch up with you.

But now that I have, I can't make
up my mind what to do with you.

Are you worth saving, Billy?

Uh-uh.

You think you still have a use?

Well, I've got a job that
requires particular skills.

Have you got particular skills, Billy?

Uh-uh.

Ah, no, you have.

All right.

No swim for you today.

Uh-uh.

You come and help me instead.

But, Billy, don't let
there be a second time.

Uh-uh.

Claude?

Oh, no.

Claude?

Come on, you old rogue.

Claude, don't make me
give you the kiss of life.

Oh, no.

Meg.

What time is it?

I've got to get to the races.

You don't look fit enough.

I'm all right.

I just fell.

Well, that's all me cleaning up first.

No, no, I've got to get to the races.

I've got to back in horse.

Must be a good bet.

It's a race in certainty.

d*ck Coram, . .

Have you managed your drink, Claude?

I'm beginning to feel better already.

Hello.

Hello.

What happened to Claude?

He said he fell.

But I think he's had a beating.

Who'd do that?

He's not telling.

He was with someone in the pub yesterday.

Yeah, he was showing him round.

He said he was looking for business.

Where are you off to?

I'm just taking him
over to the parade ring.

He's going nowhere without me.

Come on.

He's got the winner in the first race.

I'm not letting him out of my sight.

Everything all right?

Yes, Sarge.

Any sign of Rowan?

No, Sarge.

Oh, well.

Eternal vigilance, eh, Ventress?

Yes, Sarge.

Armstrong's here.

One wrong move, and we'll have him.

I don't believe it.

What?

Billy Black.

They call him the horse doctor.

He was in Aidensfield
yesterday with Greengrass.

Follow him, Nick.

He's Armstrong's boy.

Boy's looking after you, Billy.

Aye, sir.

The Armstrong.

Ready to go to work, are you?

Aye, I am, sir.

Aye.

Which horse?

Come on, Billy.

Not the first race.

I'm after Fab Four in the big one.

The favorite.

Friends of mine stand to
lose a lot of money if it wins.

See to it that it doesn't.

Which one's ours, Claude?

Captain Coram, number five.

Isn't that your friend there, Claude?

No.

It is.

Next to Armstrong, the bloke in the suit.

Aye, he keeps some bad company, does Billy.

And when do we put the money on?

When you like it.

Probably best before the race starts.

Come on, then.

What happened to you?

I legged myself up.

All right?

He's been roughed up.

Probably something
to do with that mate

of his, the one we
saw him with in the pub.

Billy Black.

Yeah, he's over there now with Armstrong.

Not anymore, he's not.

You stick with Armstrong.

I'll go and look for Billy.

Hello.

Alone again?

Perhaps we can have that drink.

Perhaps we can.

You all right?

Never better.

Some nice friends you've got.

They're no friends of mine.

It's them I was running away from.

Oh, well, do me a favor.

Next time, run somewhere else.

Look, I'm sorry.

But listen, stay away from
Fab Four and the big one.

I mean, of course, he's got a
slur as well as fusty, you know.

No hard feelings.

I'll tell you after the race, then.

Followed on by one, Stonebreaker
and Mark Pelosi in royal blue.

Whiter Lad, the favorite,
passes the stairs now

in the yellow with the light blue strips,

then Deborah's the light
black with purple sleeves.

In the green with the white flash,
we have Milltown Red number four,

closely followed by the blue
and purple hoops of Tarras Valley.

And Skipper's Bridge, Graham Deacon
up in the yellow and the red sleeves.

The yellow and the blue hoops
leaves his captain's quorum.

And the last to go
down, number three,

the base, the in the green.

And with the runners
attempting at the six-foot on star,

they bet five-two, Whiter Lad, ,
Debra's tonight, ,

on , the captain's quorum, , one, five.

What are you betting on?

Captain quorum.

Ah, good choice.

What about you?

I'm waiting for the big one.

But I think we find they are now
under starter's orders, and they're off.

Nobody keen to make the early running,

but Stonebreaker goes on with
Deborah's the light prominent

in the center, and Tarras Valley
making it the line of three on the outside.

Through the first quarter,

Tarras Valley and Deborah's
the light dispute the lead,

a leg to clear of the
hard pulling Milltown Red.

Alf, have you seen a big fella?

He's about , wearing a
light brown coat and a flat cap.

Only bad shoulders
are allowed in here, Nick.

Keep an eye out.

What's that, Alf?

And here comes
Captain Quorum, bursting

through the middle of
the yellow and the blue.

Inside the first half, Whiter
Lad and Captain Quorum

on two-horse four, heads to head,
and Captain Quorum in the front row.

Harrison?

That cop was after us,
the one from Aidensfield.

Yeah, put this on.

And this.

They don't know what to tell you.

Stop whining, man.

You'll be all right with this on.

You just walk past them.

They've got a girl on Armstrong.

She's with him now.

I best go and warn him.

What about me?

Come on, you've still got a job to do.

Just start walking.

It was a good one.

Well done, Claude.

How'd you do this?

Right, instinct.

I only have to look at him.

Armstrong.

Maggie!

We won!

I know!

They're onto her.

All right, you warn Rowan.

I'll get the exits blocked to her.

Great.

I had a fiver on that.

Let's celebrate.

I've got some champagne
in the boot of me car.

Well, shouldn't I collect my money first?

There's plenty of time for that.

All right, lads.

Good to see you, badge.

All right.

Here it is.

OK.

Thanks, lads.

Can't be too careful, these days, eh?

Nice job.

Yeah, just around there.

This way.

But isn't this your job?

Just over the back here.

What's going on?

Put her inside.

Claude?

Your mate, Billy Black.

I don't know him.

Which horse is he nobbling?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Armstrong's got Jill, and
Billy knows where they are.

I shan't ask you again.

Fab Four.

What?

Fab Four.

You took Billy to the stable door?

I saw him in.

Yeah.

Well, he'll have done it by now.

And they'll all be out
looking for the lady.

They're there now, good boy.

Good boy.

Be all right.

I've got a little treat for you.

Oh, where, Billy?

You mind?

You're a long way from home.

We'd better split.

Deev, you come with me.

Rod, meet you at the Scotch corner.

I'll take those.

You... oh, no, you're not.

She's in the back.

All right, thanks, Bill.

You all right?

Yeah.

I haven't even collected my winnings yet.

I've waited for this for a long time.

Well done, everyone.

Oh, well, he may be the bee's
knees in your neck of the woods,

but he was moving up a class
when he poked his nose in here.

Eileen was sorry.

Good.

She couldn't be here.

Nick, you'll have to sort her out.

I mean, she's very nice and
all that, but she's not your future.

Yes, miss.

Oh, mind your head.

That's it.

So I've not persuaded you, then?

About what?

Well, there's life outside the Met.

Not quite.

You'll have to try harder.

I will.

I'll see you soon.

I'll come down.

You will?

Promise.

I'm relying on you to keep him to it.

Go on, wave.

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

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