07x04 - Closing Ranks

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

MUSIC: 'If I Needed Someone' by The Hollies

Go on, Philip, put your back into it!

Why don't you hop up and give us a hand, then?

Hey! I'll give you hop up...

PHIL: Here we go.

PHIL: Coming through!

♪ If I had some more time to spend

♪ Then I'd guess I'd be with you, my friend

♪ If I needed someone

♪ Had you come some other day, then

♪ It might not have been like this

♪ Can't you see how I'm too much in love?

Today's the big day, then, Mrs Bellamy?

Yes. Yes, it is.

About time, too. Going to give us a lift?

, , , ,

, , .

Thanks very much.

♪ If I had some more time to spend

♪ Then I'd guess I'd be with you, my friend

♪ If I needed someone

♪ Had you come some other day, then

♪ It might not have been like this

♪ Can't you see how I'm too much in love?

♪ Carve your number on my wall

♪ And maybe you will



- WOMAN: Hey!

- ♪ Get a call from me

♪ If I needed someone

♪ If I needed someone ♪



- NICK: Mind the step.

- Mind the step.

ALF ON RADIO: 'Control to Delta Alpha

- .'

'Control to Delta Alpha

- . Can you hear me, Nick?'

NICK: 'Delta Alpha

- , receiving.'

There's been another handbag snatch in the High Street.

Outside Hornes. Get there as soon as possible.

You don't know a good thing when you see it, that's your trouble.

OSCAR: Ah, the wanderer returns.

Finished all your personal business, Bellamy?



- Yes, thank you, Sarge.

- Good.

In case you haven't heard,

this morning we had another bag snatch and I

-

DOOR OPENS

Well?

Just like last time, Sarge. No

-one saw a thing.

I want you, Bellamy, go through these regional crime reports

and see if anything similar has cropped up anywhere else.

I want times, dates, places, suspects.

And if you can stop stuffing your face for five minutes, Ventress,

let's have your great mind on this problem, too, shall we?

BELL

Yes, madam?

I've come to have a look at Philip's office.

Philip's office?

Look at him! In't he a great big lad?

I can't think why he's not courting, though. Can you?

Two bob a head for a funeral tea?

He's not gonna get much of a send

-off for that.

SHE SIGHS

OK, Miss Braithwaite. Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Ta

-ra.

GREENGRASS BLEATS

LAUGHS



- What on earth is that?

- Don't worry, it's dead.

It's stuffed, and I'm giving you first refusal.

Are you? Well, you're getting it.

Don't you want it?

What am I supposed to do with it?

Well, you could hang it outside,

change the name of the pub to The Fleece.



- You'd get instant publicity.

- Claude...



- I'm only asking five quid for it.

- It stinks!

Of course it does. It's a bit damp. It'll soon dry out.

Look, seeing as it's you, you can have it for four.



- Take it out.

- You know your trouble?

No sense of adventure. I'll take three.

Out!

You could dismantle it, use it as a rug.

Claude, out.

And a bath wouldn't do you any harm, either.



- So, when did your dad phone?

- When I got home from school.

He's made her promise to go back again to the doctor tomorrow.

I feel as if it's all my fault.

It's not. Migraines can be caused by anything.

Yeah, funny how they only started when we got engaged.

Just wait and see what the doctor has to say. Gina?

Shampoo and set?! This mangy old thing?

Why not? You do the same thing with your bodies.

Where did it come from, anyroad?

House clearance. Arnie Braithwaite's.

That were quick. He hasn't been buried yet.

I thought the sale wasn't till after the funeral.

It's not. They asked me to get rid of the rubbish.

It seemed a bit silly, chucking Larry on the bonfire.

He's got to be worth a few quid.

What do you think? Do you want to be half in?

Hmm.



- Shall I take that as a yes?

- I suppose so.

Good lad. I'll see you at the funeral.

This thing's got fleas!

So have you now!

HE LAUGHS



- Found anything yet?

- Mm.

Pickering had five handbag snatches in October.



- Whitby had three in December.

- And?

Well, all the victims seemed to be middle

-aged women

who'd just drawn money out of a bank.

Sounds like the same bloke, then.

Or blokes. Two men spotted running from the scene.



- Stopped and questioned...

- Nothing found, no charge.

Any names?

Robert Broadbent and Ian Murray.

Duster Murray, from Maltby?

We don't want him on our patch, and that's for sure!

What are you doing?! Give me my bag!

Stop! Stop!

£ , Constable.

£ !

I'd just taken it out of the bank to buy a new suite.

All my husband's overtime money.

I'm sorry, Mrs Jackson.

If you could just give us a description of the man?

Well, he was medium build.

He had staring blue eyes and he was wearing a hat.

I'd know him again, I can tell you that!

Right.



- Here you are.

- Thanks.

I'm sure Dr McMillan thinks I'm piling it on.



- Of course he doesn't.

- It's not my eyesight, Graham.

All the same, it's worth checking. Let me see the letter.



- Shall I ring the optician now?

- No, no, I'll do it.



- We need an early appointment.

- Graham, please. I'll do it.

You get on back to the office.

See you at six, then.

Graham?

Don't phone Joanna. I don't want her involved in this.

This is barmy, this is. We were nowhere near.

In which case we won't need to keep you long, will we?



- This way, please.

- Get off.

In fact, Mr Murray, there's only one problem, really.

The description of the man who stole the bag fits you like a glove.

And as for you, I strongly advise you to co

-operate.

Bellamy, take him inside, sit him down and have a little chat.

Come on.

Ventress, Mrs Jackson was sure she could identify Murray, as she?

Oh, positive, Sarge.

Good. Well, let's get an identity parade organised.

Fast.

PHIL: I'll ask you again, Mr Broadbent.

You and Murray were seen together in Ashfordly this morning.

What were you doing?

Come on. Whatever happens, we're going to charge you.

So what's the point in making life difficult for yourself?

It wasn't me. It was Duster.

Who is it?

It's PC Rowan, Mrs Jackson, about your handbag.

Can I come in a minute?

My husband told me not to open the door to anyone.

Not after what's happened.

We've got two suspects down at the station.

We wondered if you could come in for an identity parade.

This is more like it, Ventress.

You'll be pleased to hear that one of our little beauties

has just sung like a canary.

Nothing to do with him, mind. All the other man.

Sell his own grandmother, scum like him.

With his statement and the identity parade, I think we're home and dry.

Mrs Jackson won't do it, Sarge.

I've just spent half an hour on her doorstep, but she won't budge.

Her husband doesn't want to press charges in case of reprisals.

Well, that's it.

If she won't identify them, we've got no evidence.



- We have. We've got Broadbent's.

- That's no good.

Yeah, but we know he did it.

I've got it in writing. He told me Murray done it.

The evidence of an accomplice is no good in court,

not unless it's corroborated.

So even though we know he did it, we're going to let him go?



- Aye.

- I don't believe this!

I thought you boys needed feeding up a bit.

OSCAR: Bellamy!

They look nice.

Just keep your relatives under control, will you?

This is a police station, not a social club.

OSCAR: Rowan, tell that pair in there they're free to go.



- This is the life, Philip, eh?

- Yeah.

Gran, listen. Thanks for bringing in the cakes and everything.

Ooh, it's a pleasure! I'll bring some every day, if you like.

What I'm trying to say is...

Well, it's lovely having you live so near.

Aw... It is for me, an' all.

But, er... you must stop popping into the police station.

It's not me, it's Sergeant Blaketon. He doesn't like it.

There's no reply.

Don't worry. They've probably popped out.

Dad promised to ring the minute they got back from the doctor.

Come and have your supper, Jo.

If there was any news, they'd be in touch.



- JO: I suppose so.

- Is that nice?

EILEEN: So, Oscar's put his foot down, has he?

Yeah. Phil had to tell his gran not to come in any more.

Oh, she was so enjoying being able to pop in.

BANGING ON DOOR

Who on earth's that?



- Are you t'local policeman?

- Yes.

We're trying to trace a Mr Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.

Hello, Mrs Bellamy. How are you settling in?

It's grand, thanks. But I can't stop. I'm on urgent business.

Oh, yes?

I've been a very foolish old woman and I've got to make amends.

But I'm not telling you any more, because... it's a secret!



- Hey!

- Give it here! Give it!

What do you think you're doing?

SCREAMS

CAR APPROACHING AT SPEED

Gran! Why did nobody tell me?

I didn't know till I got here.



- Who done it?

- I found these.

I'll ruddy well k*ll 'em!

Phil, we don't even know if it's the same men.



- Of course it was.

- They could be anywhere.

Shut up and keep your eyes peeled.

PHIL: Oi!

Now walk. We've got nothing to hide.

What are we supposed to have done this time?

You've only put a frail old lady in hospital!



- Take it easy, Phil.

- Oh, yeah?



- Yes.

- Stand still, sir, please.

Come on, Red. Let the big policeman search you.

And not so much lip.

Right, good lad.

BANGING ON DOOR

Just a minute.

Claude Jeremiah Greengrass?

He... he's... he's gone out.

We've come for Father's sheep.

Sheep?

We know you've got it.

And we want it back.

You don't mean that old thing that were put out for rubbish, do you?

That old thing, Mr Greengrass, was our father's prize ram.

It sired nearly , lambs.

At least it died happy, then.

Don't try to be funny. Just tell us where it is.

I... I've sold it.

To an antique dealer.



- Where?

- In York.

Yeah, Denton's of York.

This is getting monotonous.

Right, search them again before you take 'em through.

Hold on...

Well, well, well.

OSCAR: And what do we have here?



- Do you recognise this, Bellamy?

- It's my gran's, Sarge.

What's going on?

You searched us in the street.

It wasn't there then and you know it.

OSCAR: Ventress, take them to the cells.



- That was never in my pocket!

- Duster!



- Get off me!

- Good work, lads.

Now we've found this, they can squawk all they like. We've got 'em!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING



- Phil?

- OK.

I know what you're going to say, but I've done it now.

I want those two locked up properly this time

before they beat up any more old ladies.

And I want you to change your notebook.

You what?

You didn't find the purse with the handbag, right?

And we didn't search them on the street.



- Where are you going?

- To the hospital, of course.

She's my gran, Nick. You've got to do this for me.

Bit of luck finding that purse, wasn't it?

Yes. Yes, it was.

Don't worry yourself, Gran.

It were all meant for you, Phil.



- What was?

- The money.

I drew it out of the post office to give you.

I wanted you to buy a nice little flat and settle down.

How much did you take out?

Everything.



- What do you mean, everything?

- All my savings.

I don't need them, do I?

How much was in your handbag?

£ .

I'm sorry to turn up like this,

but I was seeing a client in the area.

No, no, I'm glad you came. What did the doctor say about Mum?



- He told her to see an optician.

- An optician?

Yeah. She went this morning, but there's nothing wrong with her eyes.

He thinks she ought to see a neurologist.

This is getting ridiculous.

First an optician, then a neurologist...

What do they think's wrong with her?

I don't know.

Don't look so worried, Dad.

The more I think about it,

the more I'm sure it's down to stress.

If only you and your mother could get back on speaking terms.



- I have tried, Dad.

- I know, I know.

And she's a stubborn woman.

But she does love you, Jo, very much.

Will you try again?

Just for me.

I was to have t'bureau. Arnold said so.

He may have said it, Auntie,

but until we find the will you can't have it.



- Speak up!

- I said...

HE SIGHS

Why have Norma and Joan gone to York?



- Eh?

- Norma and Joan!

WOMAN: They don't deserve a penny!

Oh, Nick!

Dad's been round.

Has he?

He says Mum has to see a neurologist. I mean, why?

Why would she need to see a neurologist?

I'm sorry, Jo. I can't stop.



- What?

- Something's come up.

I thought we were going out. Dad's got me really worried now.

I've got to be in court first thing. I have to go through my notes.



- See you tomorrow?

- I suppose so.

I'm sorry.

Is anything wrong? No... No.

GREENGRASS: It was terrifying.

They come banging at the door and barged straight in the kitchen.

Go steady with it. It's valuable!

You're living in cloud

-cuckoo

-land, Claude.

Am I? Why do they want it back so badly, then?

Why did they go dashing straight off to York?

All we've got to do is keep it hidden till after the funeral.

How's that?

You could be the next Teasy Weasy.

HE WHEEZES WITH LAUGHTER

NICK: How is she?

Not very well. They've just given her something to make her sleep.

I've found out how much they took.



- £ .

- £ ?!

Her whole life savings.

She got it out to give to me, to buy a flat.

It's practically my fault, in't it?

Of course it isn't, Phil.

I ticked her off about coming in to the station.

I think she was trying to say sorry.

Phil...

It really upsets me she's so poorly.

Phil...

I've got to go to court tomorrow and tell them what happened.

That purse was never in his pocket. You know it wasn't.

I searched him in the street. He had nothing on him.

It was in his pocket at the station.

And you were in the back of the car with him.

Come on, Phil, I'm not daft.

You're asking me to lie in court. I don't think I can.

Then they'll get away with it.

It'll be like all the other times.

We know it's them and we just can't prove it.

And they'll get away scot

-free.

I can't lie under oath.

It's a white lie. A white lie to get justice.

Stop being such a saint. It happens all the time.

Not in my book, it doesn't.

You're not living in the real world, are you?

Do you know what's gonna happen to us if this ever got out?

We'd be out of the force faster than our feet could touch the ground.

So you'd let an old lady lose her life savings, would you?

Have her whole life ruined?

You're not thinking straight. I know she's your grandma.

Too right she's my gran!

And that's why I put the purse in Murray's pocket.



- Look, Phil...

- No, I'm sorry.

There's such a thing as loyalty, you know.

And there's such a thing as the truth.

You're either for me or against me.

If you want to stand up in court and shop a mate, that's up to you.

I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give

shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

PC Rowan, you were, I believe,

the arresting officer?

- Yes.

Perhaps you could tell the court, in your own words, what happened?

May he refer to his notes, your Worships?

MAGISTRATE GRUNTS

On Thursday, February th, at : am,

I attended a robbery at The Old Almshouses, Church Road, Ashfordly.

Constable Bellamy was also in attendance.

When I arrived, the victim, Mrs Ethel Bellamy,

was already being looked after by ambulancemen.

There seem to be a lot of Bellamys.

Mrs Bellamy is Constable Bellamy's grandmother.

I understand. Carry on.

There were no witnesses,

but I found Mrs Bellamy's handbag

lying on the pavement across the road.

There was no money in it.

Constable Bellamy and myself gave chase

and apprehended the two accused.

We took them to Ashfordly police station,

where Mrs Bellamy's empty purse was found in Mr Murray's jacket pocket.

Thank you, Constable.

I would just like to clarify this business of the purse.

You see, I'm somewhat confused.

Are we talking about a handbag or a purse that goes in a handbag?

A purse, sir. The handbag was found on the pavement.

I see. And the purse?

Just tell me again.

The, er... purse was found in...

It was found in Mr Murray's pocket, like I said.

That's a lie! He put it there!

Mr Murray, if you can't keep quiet, you'll be sent back to the cells.

You say you found the purse during a search at the police station?

Yes, sir.

So you didn't search either man when you caught them in the street?

I didn't find the purse then, sir, no.

That's not quite what I asked, though, is it?

Did you or did you not search the accused men

when you first found them?

Erm... sorry, I don't remember.

LAWYER: Surely after a robbery,

this would have been routine procedure, would it not?



- NICK: Yes, sir.

- So, you must have, mustn't you?

Yes, sir.

So did you find the purse in his pocket then?



- I'm... I'm not sure.

- You're not sure?

I'm sorry. My notes seem to be a bit muddled.

This only happened yesterday! How can you possibly not be sure?

MAGISTRATE: What's the matter, Constable?

Did you have a late night?

No, no, your Worships. I'm sorry.

We'll adjourn for five minutes,

while we wait for the constable to get his notes in order.

Just answer me in a word of one syllable.

Did you plant that purse... in Murray's pocket?

OSCAR: Did you?

You're a fool, Bellamy.

You're a stupid fool.

: sharp at the parlour, Claude, to help lift Mr Braithwaite.

I'll be there if I've got any back left.

GROANS

You may step down from the witness box, Constable.

Mr Murray and Mr Broadbent,

as the matter of the purse cannot now be verified,

I'm dismissing the charge...

Hey!

..on the grounds of insufficient evidence.

You may go.

We'll move on to case number six on the list, please.

And another time, Sergeant Blaketon,

the Bench will appreciate it

if its time was not wasted on ill

-prepared police prosecutions!

Yes, sir.

HORN HOOTING

It's all right, Mr Greengrass, we know you're there.

Oh, I were just... Hello.

There was no stuffed sheep in York.



- Nor never had been.

- So, where is it, Mr Greengrass?



- I told you...

- Rubbish!

Sorry. You must have gone to the wrong shop.



- You're lying, Mr Greengrass!

- Hey, steady!



- You're lying!

- Sorry, ladies.

I've got to get to the funeral. Will you get off?!

Leave it! Leave it, Joan. Leave it.

We're not getting anywhere like this.

I think it's time for a change of tactics.

OSCAR: £ .

Found behind a wall in Potters Lane.

Handed in by a member of the public.

An honest citizen.

What you two did was despicable.

Sarge...

Despicable, deceitful... and dishonourable.

It wasn't Nick, Sarge.

But for the fact that Rowan fluffed it in the witness box,

there would have been a serious miscarriage of justice.

Do you understand?

BOTH: Yes, Sarge.

Police regulations demand that I report this matter immediately

to the Superintendent.

I could have you two kicked out of the Force. As of now.

I'll speak to you later, Bellamy.

It was me. It wasn't Nick. He didn't want any part of it.

Get out!

Well...

I thought I knew you, Nick.

Ten years on the force. Just passed your sergeant's exams.

About to get married...

You knew Bellamy had planted that purse, didn't you?

Yes, Sarge.

OSCAR: And you decided to go along with it.

It wasn't...

Did you or did you not go along with it?

Yes, Sarge.

Why?

Why throw your whole career away?

I didn't know what to do, Sarge.

What you do, at all times, is tell the truth.

In the police force, and in life in general.

Otherwise, things have a nasty habit of falling apart.

Like they are now.

I'm ashamed. I'm ashamed and disappointed.

Now get out of my sight.

What's going to happen, Sarge?

Send Ventress in.

Alf?



- What on earth's going on?

- Nothing.

Sarge?

You seem to be the only sensible man I've got round here,

so we'll work on this together.

If we can't do 'em for Mrs Bellamy,

we'll go back and we'll try Mrs Jackson again.

What did he say, Nick? Is he going to report us or not?

I don't know.

BERNIE: For crying out loud, Claude, I said : !

Don't start. I couldn't help it!

They're here! I've not even got him in his box yet!



- What's this doing 'ere?

- Put that down.



- They mustn't see this.

- Help me with Mr Braithwaite.

WOMAN: Well, where is he?



- Mr Greengrass?

- Put it in the cold store.

Open this door!

Give us a hand.

Get his legs in. Get 'em in! Mind. Mind yourself.

Let us in, Mr Scripps! Let us in!

I thought we were having a viewing, Mr Scripps.

Best not, sir.

Goodbye, Father.

Right, sir, if you'd like to take the womenfolk to the cars?

No, we're going to carry him, Mr Scripps.

It's the least we can do.

Gentlemen?

MUSIC: 'He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother' by The Hollies

Ladies. Come through, gentlemen. Take the top end.

GREENGRASS: Ready?

Straighten up. Right. Ooh, hang on.

Turn round, gentlemen. Turn to your right. That's grand.

That's lovely.

♪ He ain't heavy

♪ He's my brother ♪

They're getting more violent, Mrs Jackson.

The latest victim's an old lady of .

She was terrified out of her wits.

Now, please, think again.

I am, Mr Blaketon, I am.

But I don't want to get on the wrong side of those men.

It's just not safe.

None of us are safe, are we, Mrs Jackson?

Not with those villains on the loose.

And you're the only person to get a good look at them.

I only saw one man.

One would be enough.

CONGREGATION: ♪ The Lord's my shepherd

♪ I'll not want

♪ He makes me... ♪

I could throttle you, Claude Greengrass.

What am I going to do about Mr Braithwaite?

I'll think of summat.

You'd better.

If this comes out, it'll be the end of my funeral business,

and you'll be responsible.

So, have you seen this neurologist yet?

No. I suppose your daddy told you, did he?

Yes, he did.

I think you've got enough on your plate without worrying about me.

Don't be silly, Mum.

If you're not well, I want to know about it.

Come on. We haven't spoken for weeks.

Can't we be friends again?

Cake or biscuits?

Mum, please just sit down a minute. We've got to talk.

Ever since Nick and I got engaged you've been like this.

I really, really don't want to quarrel.

Well, you know what to do, then, if you want us to be friends.

All right, then, I promise not to make any wedding plans

till you're better. Does that help?

Your father and I did our best for you.

Mum, please!

Ballet lessons, piano lessons, expensive schools, college.

And we did not expect all that hard work and effort

to be thrown away on a village bobby!



- Mum!

- No.

You asked me to talk, so let me finish.

Nick is not the right man for you, and that's all there is to it.

The right man would be quite, quite different.

Nick is the right man for me. I love him.

For a start, he'd have decent job prospects.



- Nick's got decent job prospects!

- A decent salary.



- He'd talk properly.

- What?

And he'd have parents I could bear to meet.

I am not staying to hear this.

And once you've got over this stupid infatuation,

you'll see that I'm right.

Nick's a nice enough boy, but... mixed marriages do not work.

I don't believe you just said that.

He's not your sort, Jo.

And if you marry him,

you'll be making the biggest mistake of your life.



- Ready, Sarge.

- MRS JACKSON: Oh, dear.

There's no rush, Mrs Jackson. Just take your time.

Bellamy? Door.

SHE SHRIEKS

MRS JACKSON WHIMPERS

Well done, Ventress.



- Still no sign of the will, then?

- No.



- We've searched high and low.

- We think he died intestate.

Time to find Mr Greengrass, Joan.

High time.

Apparently, he died intestate.



- Eh?

- Intestate!

Well, I'm still having t'bureau.

Well, it couldn't be better.

Robbery was good enough,

but now we can charge him for assaulting a police officer.



- He's in the cell, is he?

- Yes, Sarge.

Good. Up before the Bench in the morning

and by this time tomorrow, he'll be banged up on remand,

with a nice little custodial sentence to follow.

So, we've got him. At last.

You two, in my office,

tomorrow morning. First thing.

GREENGRASS: Careful! You don't have to stamp it down so hard.

He might want to come up now and again, do a bit of haunting.

Come out.

Oh, no!

Here. Here's a tenner. Hop off out of it. I'll finish this.

Look, ladies, how many times do I have to tell you?

I haven't got your flaming sheep!



- What's going on?

- Can you keep a secret?

If there's a fee involved, yeah.

Good. Because we've found Father's will.

And there's money in it, Father's little treasure trove.

In cash.

So if you tell us where the sheep is, some of it will go to you.

Provided you keep your trap shut.

Shut? It'll be welded. Where is it, then, this money?

Guess.

Well, just... just... just leave it to me.

EILEEN: Well, that's Katie off.



- When do you expect Jo back?

- Erm... I'm not sure.



- Are you all right, Nick?

- Yeah.

It's just that you seem rather... I don't know, preoccupied.

No, I'm fine.



- Is it about Jo and her mother?

- No.

Because if it is, I really wouldn't worry.

I wouldn't dream of saying this in front of Jo,

but Mrs Weston really does sound the dreadful snob.



- That's at the root of it.

- Eileen...

Once she gets to know you properly...

Eileen. I'm not worried about Jo's mum.

I've had a bad day, that's all.

Can I help?



- It's about work.

- I see.

I'm sorry. I can't tell you any more.

Right.

DOOR OPENS And don't say anything to Jo.

She's got enough to worry about.



- How was it?

- Terrible!

I really dislike my mother sometimes.

Oh, hello!

MUSIC: 'Bury My Body' by The Animals

♪ I don't care where

♪ Bury my body, Lord, I don't care where

♪ Bury my body cos my soul is gonna live with God

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ Bury my body, Lord, I don't care where...

Put it out, you fool! You'll have the whole village after us.

♪ Bury my body cos my soul is gonna live with God ♪

Well, I'm off.

If I were you, Jo,

I'd try and put what your mother said to you right out of your mind.

It's not that easy, Eileen.

When people are ill, they lash out. I'm sure she didn't mean any of it.



- Goodnight.

- Night, Eileen.

Night.

Try not to worry.

Both of you.

It's all very well, me excusing Mum everything.

But Eileen didn't hear what she said to me.

She's probably right, though.

It could be the headaches making her so touchy.

Touchy? It's a lot more than just touchy, Nick.



- She was extremely offensive.

- I'm sure it'll sort itself out.



- What's that supposed to mean?

- What?

You're not listening to anything I say.



- Of course I am.

- You don't seem to be.

You've been miles away since I came in.



- No, I haven't.

- Yes, you have.

PHONE RINGS

I haven't.

Aidensfield Police?

Eh?! Right. Yeah.

OK.

That was the vicar. He thinks he's seen grave robbers.

You're not having second thoughts, are you, Nick? About us?

Don't be silly.



- You might have, in the morning.

- What?

Nothing.

Claude?

Ah. Nick!

I know this probably looks a bit suspicious,

but there's a logical explanation.



- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Well, I'm waiting.

Yeah, well, it probably sounds a bit daft,

but what happened was,

I left this here when I were digging a grave earlier.

All of a sudden I remembered it, so I thought I'd come and get it.



- What, at this time of night?

- Somebody might trip over it.

Needed it urgently, did you?

You're not up to anything, are you, Claude?

Don't talk daft. I wouldn't still be here, would I?

Hang on! Hang on, there's summat here.

Give it to me.

Ladies.

PANTS

Hang on. What's this?

A farthing?!

There's summat written here.

"Greed has its own reward. Divide it between you."

BOTH CRY

Right, Ventress.

Give that jacket a brush and give those shoes a polish.

We're going to make a good impression

in that courtroom this morning, come what may.

My office.

So, what's going to happen, then, Sarge?

Just this once, and only because no harm's been done,

I've decided to take this matter no further.

Don't thank me, Rowan.

Thank your lucky stars.

And as for you, Bellamy, words fail me.

I'm sorry.

Somebody handed it in, Sarge. Found it in the road.

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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