09x08 - Negative Vibes

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TYRES SCREECH

What the heck's going on?

Hey! Stop!

I'll call the police!

Stop!

ALARM CONTINUES RINGING

Jackie?

Jackie?

Anything happening?

All quiet.

Someone just rang demandingto be put through to his nibs.

We're in the wrong place, you know.Pop scene.

Swinging London.

Never get 'em sortof duties up here.

ALFRED: What do we need with a bunchof screaming teenage girls.

- Ventress!- We've got him.

Are you training to becomea switchboard operator?

Sorry?

Officers are supposed to dealwith calls themselves,

not put everything through to me.

Oh, I'm sorry, sarge,

but he demanded to speakto you personally.

Since when doesa road traffic accident

become my personal business?

He didn't mention an accident.

No, because you didn't botherto ask.

Come on, Bellamy, Strensford Road.

Driver's fled the scene.

Claude, are you all right?

Oh, yeah. I'm all right.

Poor old Silas, though,he's in a bad way.

- Silas Moorcroft?- Yeah.

- Oh, not his heart again?- I don't know.

We were out having a drink,

and all of a suddenhe had this nasty turn.

It frightened me.

I'm not waiting for an ambulance,so I brought him straight in.

He don't look all that good.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid we've lost him.

HE STAMMERS

I knew summat like thiswould happen.

Oh, I'm really sorry, Claude.

I... I don't knowwhat I'm going to tell his missus.

Would you like meto break the news to Agnes?

Is that what you're saying?

Well, I wouldn't mind.

ALARM BELL CONTINUES RINGING

I picked this upfrom the gutter, sir.

It's the driveryou should be picking up.

Must have been drunk.

Very possibly.

You think it might be possibleto switch that off?

I've tried.

I've phoned the firm.

They're on their way.

Right. Bellamy.

Get up there and muffle that belluntil they arrive.

Sarge.

A red car, you say, Mr Hodgson?

Pity you couldn't getthe make or number plate.

I feared for my life,

never mind number plates!

ALARM BUZZING ERRATICALLY

Your superintendentbuys his cavalry twills from me.

You'll be judgedby results on this, Craddock.

Not the samesince Oscar Blaketon retired.

Never would have happenedin his day.

RAYMOND: Mr Hodgson, you receiveda prompt response to your call.

One of my officers will stay hereuntil your premises are secured.

What else do you expect me to do?

You could try catchingwhoever did it.

Stay here until the placeis boarded up.

Right, sarge.

And stop every vehicle.

Somebody may have noticeda damaged car.

Hello, Jackie. You're out late.

Yes, I suppose I am.

There's been an incident.

Just wondered if you've passed a carwith a damaged wing, headlights out?

No, I don't think so. Sorry.

MAGGIE KNOCKING ON DOOR

Hello, Claude. Maggie.

What's happened?

Silas was everything to me.

He'd been poorly for a long while,

and I'd steeled myselffor this moment...

..but now it's come...

If there's anything I can do, Agnes.

There's no pointin keeping it in, Aggie.

There's nowt wrongwith having a good cry.

I've shed a few tearsover him myself.

I'm sure you have, Claude.

You were always a good friend.

At times like this,

true friends are a great comfort.

I'll... I'll go and putthe kettle on.

Claude Greengrassis one of nature's gentlemen.

He's the nicest, kindest,most caring man

you could wish to meet.

♪ And I know that ev'rybody

♪ And I know that ev'rybody be happy

- Hi. Long day?- Yeah.

Look, I tried the office. No reply.

I had a meeting.

What's burning?

Women! Roll in at all hours

and expect us to haveyour food on the table.

Mike, you've had this on too high.

Look, Jack, I was concerned.No call, no message, nothing.

For goodness' sake!

I'm a working woman,and I had a late meeting.

Let's just eat, okay?

Get back there, see if any evidenceshows up in daylight.

Try a house-to-house for witnesses.

DOOR SHUTS

- Good of you to join us, Constable.- Ah.

Following last night's incident,Ventress,

I want you to check all garagesand repair shops.

I want to hear about any red carbrought in for repairs.

When I was a lad,most cars were black.

Red's quite common now.

White, yellow, all sorts.

Fascinating social observation,Ventress.

While you're at it,

I want you to call on anyone locallywho owns a red saloon.

Coat back on.

Get on with it.

He had me up till all hours,

guarding the shop,questioning motorists,

Oh, I flagged down your Jackie.Did she say?

No. On the Strensford Road?

Yeah.

Not her usual way home.

No, there's something odd.

How do you mean?

Good driving conditions,no other vehicle involved.

He suddenly swerves across the roadfor no apparent reason.

Probably drunk,

or his steering could have gone.

According to Hodgson,the driver reversed out quickly,

and then drove offin a perfectly straight line.

Perhaps the shock sobered him up.

Or perhaps he'd driven deliberatelyat the window.

Red car,but you don't know the make?

Well, there's a damaged front wingand headlight.

I can think of a dozen red carsin the area without trying.

That's if it's from 'round here.

Aye. It's a needle in a haystack.

Any road, Bernie, let me knowif anyone brings in a damaged one.

Has anyone made threatsto you recently, Mr Hodgson?

No. Why?

It's possible if someone helda grudge against you

this could be their wayof getting back at you.

Are you suggestingthis wasn't an accident?

OSCAR: What's the evidence, Bradley?

Oh, just keeping an open mind.

So what's your theory then?

Do you reckonthis was a smash-and-grab,

using a car instead of a brick?

Not a robbery, necessarily.

Nothing's been stolen.

I'm glad about that.

I'd have hated to have lostmy new jacket.

Thanks, Fred. Ooh, what a mess.

Good luck.

He would have had thissorted out by now.

Hello, Agnes. Is Silas in?

I know he's safeand rarely drives over ,

but I need to check and see...

What's up, love?

He's dead, Alf.

HER VOICE BREAKS He died in hospital last night.

Oh, Agnes.

I'm really sorry.

Is there anything I can do?

Kind of you, but I'm managing.

Claude's been a tower of strength.

Hello, Alf. I've done youa bit of shopping, love.

You dear, kind man.

Come in, come in.

Agnes, I'm sorryto have bothered you.

CLAUDE: I'll put the kettle on.

HE GRUNTS

SHE SOBS

Hey, hey, hey. Come on, come on.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

No need to be sorry, love.

It's all right to have a good cry.It's only natural.

No, it's not, Claude.

It's not natural,what Silas has done.

It's... It's not natural.

What do you mean?

SHE SIGHS We had a lifetime together.

I wanted a decent send-offwith our friends.

A simple occasion,to bid him farewell.

There's no needto bother about that.

I'll take care of the funeral.

Bernie Scripps is a mate.

He'll probably give you a discount.

There's not going to be a funeral.

Of course, there's going to bea funeral. Don't be daft.

He's donated his bodyto medical science.

He what?

Left his remainsfor medical students to practise on.

So, no funeral.

No grave to visit.

No ashes to keep.

SHE CRIES

Come on, Aggie. We'll find a way.

We'll find a way.Don't do this. Don't cry.

I'd like the balanceof my account, please.

It's terrible for her to explainto people there can't be a funeral

because her husband's remains

are being mucked about withby a lot of medical students.

- Ugh, I wouldn't fancy that myself.- I hope not.

Don't want this malarkeycatching on.

Trade's been slow enough as it is.

It was probably Silas thinkinghe was benefiting mankind.

He's always been a bit like mein that respect.

Anyway, I'm sure he didn't meanto upset Agnes.

It's a real shamesomething can't be done, though.

Yeah.

HE YAWNS You're up early.

Yeah, I've got some workto catch up on.

HE CLEARS THROAT Late nights, early mornings.

I really should have a wordwith your senior partner.

Well, it's not just the policewho work unsociable hours.

Look, I've been thinking,Mrs Bradley.

Er, we deserve a weekend away.

I've got some leave coming up.

It'll have to wait, Mike.I'm snowed under at the moment.

Okay, how about mebuying you lunch today?

Sure.

Aidensfield Arms, one o'clock?

Sounds good.I've got a busy morning. I must go.

Hello, babe. Sorry, I'm late.

I haven't got long.

Well, then.

Let's get on with it, eh?

Progress, Ventress?

I've eliminatedmost local vehicles, sarge.

- There's still a few to check.- Then get checking, man. Bellamy?

PHIL: I've asked around,knocked on lots of doors.

No witnesses so far.

Someone must have seensomething that night.

Your wife's was one of the few carson the road at that time.

Yeah, I believe so.

She was questionedabout a missing headlight.

She may recall some other detail.

A car driving too fast, erratically,unsure of the road.

Question her closely again.

I'm seeing her at lunchtime.

Do it now, Bradley.

I need progress on this.We all do. Chop-chop.

I need to speak to Jackie.Is she busy?

She's not been in.

She's working from homethis morning.

PHIL ON RADIO: 'Delta Alpha -.Delta Alpha -.'

Go ahead, Phil.

'Damaged red Singer Gazelledriving at speed,

'heading into towon the Strensford Road.'

'Apprehend him, Mike.'

I'm on my way.

MAN: What's the problem, Officer?

Would you mind steppingout of the vehicle please, sir?

MAN: Car, bike, three of you?

It's a bit over the top, isn't it?

You had your foot down a bit,didn't you?

- Have you been drinking?- No.

Then you won't mind blowinginto one of these.

- I've not had a drink.- RAYMOND: If you're refusing,

accompany us to the station,a blood test will be taken.

What's going on? All I've doneis a tiny bit of speeding.

Where were you at p.m.on Tuesday?

A car answering this descriptionwas involved in a serious incident.

Tuesday?

I spent the eveningat the pub where I'm staying.

The Station at Strensford.

- RAYMOND: Can anyone verify this?- Sure. I was, erm...

..entertaining a chick that night.

She'll vouch for me.She's a solicitor, no less.

Jackie Bradley.

But she's married to some local guy,

so best be discreet, eh?

Yeah.

All right. Thank you.

I talked with the Met. He's known.

Photographer.Girlie mags, apparently.

- And he's got a record. dr*gs.- Hmm.

I've never seen himin my life before.

Jackie's never mentioned him.

Look, I don't knowanything about this!

All right. Calm down.

Let me just have a word with him.

I'll find out what's going on.

Under the circumstances,you'll stay out of it.

He doesn't realisethat you're her husband,

it's far better he stays ignorantof that fact.

HE SIGHS

I'm sure there'll bea simple explanation, Mike.

Mr Banks,according to police records,

you were arrestedfor possession of marijuana,

found guilty and fined last year.

So what are you saying?

That you're keeping me herebecause I smoked a joint a year ago?

How did your car come to be damaged?

Happened down in Soho a few days agowhile it was parked.

Dangerous,to drive with it like that.

Why haven't you had itproperly repaired?

I'm a photographer.

I got a gig up here at short notice.I'll fix it when I get back.

I know provincial plodsaren't all that bright,

but you can work out

that if I'd damaged my motordoing something dodgy,

I'd have fixed it.

RAYMOND: I see. Thank you. Goodbye.

Not at home. Her officehaven't seen her all morning.

- Any ideas?- Afraid not.

I suggest you locate your wife.

It is most important I speak to her.You understand?

Some of these doctors

can't half be toffee-nosed,can't they?

BERNIE: How do you mean?

I went to the hospital to see 'em

about releasingSilas's body for burial

and some jumped-up young Herbertin a white coat and a dickie bow

said because I wasn't next of kin,he wouldn't discuss it.

You didn't get far, then?

About as far as Casualty.

Unfortunately, I lost my rag.

It ended with himhaving me chucked out.

Mind you, he's fortunate,

I don't sue himfor wrongful dismissal.

Hi, Mike.I've got a message for you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, Jackie phoned.Said she can't make lunch.

Was that it?

Yeah. Something came up.

Maybe Agnes will settlefor a memorial service.

She's having a proper funeralwith a coffin and everything.

I'll see to that.

With your help, of course.

I reckon Greengrass is up to summat.

Years of experiencehave fine-tuned my antenna

where he's concerned.

Have I done somethingto upset you two?

Sorry?

You haven't listenedto a word I've been saying.

And Jackie ignored me as well.

- Jackie?- Yeah.

Saw her in her car. Gave her a wave.Looked right through me.

When?

This morning.

She was heading towards Strensford.

I'm looking for the landlord.

MAN: That's me.

What do the polis want here?

Do you do B&B here?

I'd like to inquireabout your guests.

Away inside then.

I don't like the polisoutside my pub.

No good for business.

Aye, he's staying here,right enough.

He claims he spent Tuesday eveningin the pub.

Can you confirm that?

Didnae spend it in my bar.

Tight git was updrinking in his room

amongst other things.

How do you mean?

He had a lassie with him.

Work it out for yourself.

Pretty wee thing.

Don't know what she seesin a flash poser like him.

- They were in his room all evening?- Aye.

She was up there again with himthis morning.

Must be love, eh?

It was dark.

Can't say for sure.

Do you see anythingthat would actually rule it out?

No. It certainly could have beenthis car.

Thank you very much, Mr Hodgson.We'll get this cleared up soon.

About time. My insurance won't payunless they know what's what.

Message at my office, Sergeant.You wanted to see me?

Thank you for coming so promptly,Mrs Bradley. After you.

Delicate matter, I'm afraid.

The man we have in custody,Sean Banks,

claims thatat the time of the incident,

he was in his bedroomat the Station Hotel...

..with you.

Is that correct?

I take it that he's lying, yes?

No. I was with him.

- You can confirm his alibi?- Yes, I can.

What was the nature of your meeting?

Private.

Confidential.Not related to your inquiry.

Is Mike aware that I was mentionedas an alibi by Banks?

Yes, he is.

Great.

If that's everything...

Yes.

- Thank you, Mrs Bradley.- Sergeant.

AGNES: Claude, you're an angel.

You've spoken to the medical school?

CLAUDE: Not just the school.Top man.

Doctor... I went to see Doctor...

I forget what his name is.

What he said was,because Silas had a heart attack,

he really wasn't much use to them,

so he said he'll release the body

and we can havea proper funeral after all.

Oh, Claude, this is wonderful news.

SHE SIGHS CONTENTEDLY

You are a treasure.

DOOR UNLOCKS, KEYS JANGLE

What are you doing in the dark?

Mike...

That meeting on Tuesday nightwith Sean Banks,

it was a professional matter.

Was it? Was it?

And what about this morning?

You told me you were at the office

and told the officeyou'd be at home.

When in fact,you were in his bedroom at the pub.

Now, tell me,

was that a professional matteras well?

All right.

No, it's more complicated.

Do you know realisewhat a humiliating day I've had?

Some flash-London sleazeballuses my... my wife as an alibi.

The whole station avoids my eyes.

I find you've been lyingto your offices and to me.

What's going on?

I don't want to talk about this.

I do! If it's nota professional matter, what is it?

- Leave it, Mike!- Jackie, what is going on?

I can't discuss this now.

- Look! I'm your husband!- And I'm your wife!

So trust me.

BERNIE:Will Agnes not be a bit upset

when she finds out you were fibbing?

No, she's not gonna find out,is she?

You haven't got his body,so there won't be any funeral.

Oh, yes, there will.

'Cause we're going to buryan empty box.

- What?- What does it matter?

It means that Agnes can give Silasa proper farewell,

you get paid for doing the funeral,everybody's happy,

including meand I'm not even copping.

Are you seriously suggestingwe bury an empty coffin?

Watch me head.

Not in a million years.

Look, I've told her now.She's fixed everything.

She's seen the minister,she's fixed the church, everything.

You cannot bury an empty coffininto consecrated ground.

It's sacrilege!

Probably illegal as well.I'm having nowt to do with it.

All right. Look, it doesn't haveto be a burial.

I'll persuade herto have a cremation.

That way the evidencewill be gone afterwards.

Claude, you are not talking meinto this.

Really? I wouldn't putmy house on it.

HE GROANS

You'll hardly be fit for work,sleeping down here.

HE EXHALES Day off.

Look, erm, Jack, we ought to talk.

I'm due at the Magistrates' Court.We'll talk tonight.

HE SIGHS IN FRUSTRATION

ENGINE REVS

It's a wonder you didn't catchyour death of cold.

Mike!

My case has just been called.

Marry in haste,repent at leisure, is that it?

I wonder what other murky secretsyou have in your past?

Mrs Bradley, the court is waiting.

Mike, I...

Mike!

Mike.

No, I'm afraid not, Mrs Bradley.I haven't seen him at all.

It is his day off.Anything I can help you with?

All right. Goodbye.

BERNIE: I need my head examining.I do, really.

I wish you'd stop moaning.Nobody's going to find out.

Ah! Bernie, there you are.

Are you all right?You look as white as a sheet.

He's fine, aren't you?

HE STAMMERS Yeah.

I was wondering whether you'd hadany news on that red car, Bernie.

I thought you'd got some blokefrom London for that.

Oh, he had a cast-iron alibi.

I've heard nothing.

Well, I'm glad that Silasdidn't weigh a great deal.

Er, why?

'Cause Agnes has asked meto be a pallbearer.

Along with Oscar Blaketon,amongst others.

See you at the funeral.

Blaketon?

- We'll get ten years!- Don't talk daft.

Mind you, we'll have to weigh itdown to make it feel authentic.

Couple of buckets of this sandshould do it.

Sand?

Jackie?

Hello, Mike.I'm Jackie's sister, Elizabeth.

We were sad to miss the wedding.

Paul was at the Kampala mission.It just wasn't possible to get away.

Paul's in a village in Derbyshire,so we must meet up.

Sure.

Look, I'm afraidI owe you a large apology.

I'm involved in some...

rather unpleasant business,

which Jackie knows aboutand I swore her to secrecy.

SHE SIGHS It's me in the photos...

I'm afraid. Very...

Very embarrassing.

Elizabeth Morton, the vicar's wife.

Well, it may well be embarrassing,but I think I have a right to know.

A few years back,

I was a provincial girlin swinging London.

Sean was a hip photographer.

He persuaded meto pose for a set of nude photos.

Liz's fling didn't last long.

She went to university, met Paul,they married and went to Africa.

And then a few weeks ago,Sean rang me.

Out of the blue.

There had been a piece in the paperabout Paul swapping work

from an Africanto a Derbyshire village.

Banks told Liz that he could sellher photos to the papers

for a "Vicar's wifein nude pics shocker" story.

Said if I didn't wantto be all over the papers,

my husband made a laughing stock,

I could buy the negatives backfor £,.

JACKIE: Liz hasn't gotthat sort of money.

She came to me for help.

Paul knows nothing about this.

MICHAEL: That's blackmail.

Make a complaintand he could be charged.

JACKIE: No, Mike.He's been very careful.

He claims he's simple offeringthe negative at market value.

Demanding money with menacesis very hard to prove.

You really should have told meabout this.

No, that's my fault.

I didn't want anyone to know.I'm sorry.

So what's the situation now, then?

If I don't find the moneyby tomorrow,

he goes to the papers.

SIGHS IN EXASPERATION

JACKIE:Liz and I raised it together.

You'll bring the negatives?

SEAN: 'Seven o'clock this evening.'

Can we make it a different pub?

Er, the Aidensfield Arms?

'Why?'

'My car's off the road.

'I'm gonna have trouble gettingout to Strensford.'

We'll need somewhere quiet.

Leave it with me.

SEAN: All right.Aidensfield Arms. Seven o'clock.

I hope this works.

Thank you.

AGNES: Thanks for coming 'round,Oscar.

I know it sounds odd...

..but I'm looking forwardto the funeral.

It's a proper way of saying,

to have people gather and saya respectful farewell.

And I'm so glad you've agreedto be pallbearer.

Well, I'm very honouredto have been asked, Agnes.

It's pathetic, Craddock.

I've said we've no definite leadsat present, Mr Hodgson.

Keep you informed of progress.

No wonder you lotdon't solve anything.

Sitting on your backsides.

It's our dinner break, sarge.

Never mind that.

In here, Ventress.

A discreet word.

Has Bradley confided in youabout problems he has at the moment?

Problems?

Of a domestic nature.

It was strange businesswith his wife and that photographer.

He's never saidnothing to me, sarge.

Very well.I want you out again this afternoon

making more inquiriesabout Hodgson's window.

He's beginning to get on my nerves.

I'm booked off, sarge.Silas's funeral.

It'll be all our funeralsif we don't sort this out soon.

Bradley, a word.

You take time offfrom patrol this morning

to visit your wife's office?

- Erm, yes, I might have.- Why?

Er, it's just a private matter.

On police time?

But yeah,I'm sorry about that, sarge.

Business with your wifeand the photographer

was a bit perplexing.

- How do you mean?- He's her client?

Well, I don't thinkthis is a police matter.

I may have some failings, Bradley,

but one of my strengthsis the ability to smell trouble.

Is there any aspectof their relationship

that ought concern the police?

No. Not that I'm aware of.

MAGGIE: At least he's gota good sendoff.

I don't suppose you've seena damaged red car,

anywhere on your rounds,have you, Maggie?

Yes, I have, as a matter of fact.

Oh. Hiya. Not at the funeral?

I thoughtthe whole village was there.

No. We're not really here, either.

Oh.

We need a favour. Off the record.

I'm intrigued.

BERNIE: Nice and easy.

Nice slow pace. Follow me.

HE GRUNTSIt's heavier than I thought it'd be.

Hey, hang on a minute.

There's something coming outof this coffin.

BERNIE: What's the matter?

It looks like sand.Let's take it back to the hall.

HE STAMMERS You can't do that.

Tell the ministerthere'll be a delay.

Delay? Why?

I'm going to take the lid off.

You can't do that, Oscar.It's sacrilegious.

Get going.

Silas may have a problem.

He's not the only one.HE COUGHS

It's justa slight technical problem, Agnes.

Loose coffin handleor something like that.

- I'm sure they won't be very long.- Thanks.

Could somebody please tell me why,

instead of Silas Moorcroft,

we seem to be buryinghalf of Scarborough Beach?

Actually, there'sa perfectly reasonable explanation.

ALL MURMURING

ALFRED: I've heard of weddingswhere the bride or groom

didn't turn up,

but I've never of a funeral

where the corpsedidn't make an appearance.

Look, we're doing it for Agnes,aren't we?

I mean, it's not hurting anybody,is it?

It's making a farce

out of a solemnreligious ceremony, Greengrass!

Agnes is going to be very upset.

I know.

There may be a solution.

I doubt that a crimehas actually been committed.

Let's look upon this as a kindof memorial service for Silas.

It's still deception, Alf.

This empty coffinis a symbol for the absent Silas.

And you, Bernie,

will donate your entire funeral feeto the hospital charity.

I was going to. Of course.

Were you?

Families sometimes take it.

And there's an adjoining doorfor the kids.

- It's not booked. You can use it.- Thanks, Gina.

Right. If we're going to nail himfor demanding money with menaces,

you'll need to get himto make clear, unambiguous threats.

There you go.

You're very photogenic, Gina.

Bell me. I'm alwayson the lookout for new models.

Hello, babe.

Long time.

You're looking good.

You both are.

Mary had a little lamb.

His feet were white as snow.

- Can you hear that, Mike?- MICHAEL: Yeah, every word.

Good. Come on.They'll be here any minute.

Look, can we get this over with?My husband will be expecting me.

Lucky man.

All right. Where's the bread?

There's a room upstairs we can use.

Ah, just the one of you.

Just big sister.

Hey! Change of plan. Not here.

- Why not?- 'Cause I'm a cautious man.

Delta Alpha -! Delta Alpha -!

It's all gone wrong, Alf.

He's left in his carand he's taken Jackie.

ALFRED: Okay, Mike.

The sarge is in positionup the road.

Look, he doesn't know the area,

so I'm gamblinghe's gone to the Station Hotel

where he's staying.

Use the bridle track.You might beat him there.

Delta Alpha -, he's just passed meon the road into Strensford.

Out of the way, you imbecile!

HE HONKS

When he finds outshe hasn't got the money,

he'll go berserk, I know him.

Let's do this over a drinkin my room, shall we?

No, I told you, I need to get back.

That's a shame, babe.

All right, hand over the money.

I haven't seen the negatives yet.

How do I know that's all of them?

Because it is.

You stupid cow.

Do you think this is a game?

Look, we need more timeto raise the money.

You've had all the timeyou're getting.

Right, these picturesare going in the paper.

I'll get you your money.

Please, we just need more time.Please.

You're really messing me about.

Here's the deal.

You've got one more dayto get me a grand,

or I spoilthat pretty little face of yours,

and ruin your sister's life.

And I'll take a kisson account of all my trouble.

My husband wouldn't like that.SEAN CHUCKLES

Your husband isn't gonna know.

Actually, he will.

I heard every word.

I'm arresting youfor demanding money with menaces.

RAYMOND: 'We've confiscatedthe negatives as evidence.'

There's no reason for themto reach a wider audience.

- If you'd like to follow me- Thank you.

It's as well you decidedto do this officially, Bradley.

If you'd come to meat the beginning,

things might have gone smoother.

Mrs Bradley.

I thought you'd be 'roundfor a bit of pork pie, Alf.

If I could have a word...

Maggie says that you drove Silasinto hospital the other night.

Well, I did take him there, yeah.

In his car.

CLAUDE STAMMERS Wait a minute, Alf.

Hodgson's windowwere nowt to do with me.

It were Silas, I'm afraid.

He were taking me homewhen he had his heart attack.

He went out of control,swerved across the road...

When I looked at him,he didn't look right,

so I thought I'd betterget him to hospital.

I shoved him over and took him.I were just trying to save his life.

You did the right thing, Claude.

I mean, I... I'd have reported it,

but what with Agnes and everything,

I just... I didn't wantto besmirch his good name.

You'll have to make a full statement

and clear itfor Hodgson's insurance.

Statement?

I try to save a chap's life!I try to make his widow a bit happy

and... and I get nowtbut constant aggravation.

I sometimes wonder why I bother.

ALFRED: That's settled, then.

May I ask you to escort mein the direction of the pork pies?

BOTH CHUCKLE

Something like thismust never happen again.

I'm sorry.

We've got to trust each other.

I do trust you, Mike.

What's so funny?

Just that something positivecame out of those negatives.

BOTH LAUGH

It's made me realisejust how much I love you.

Are you sure about that?

I'm positive.