11x01 - Sweet Sixteen

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

PHIL: It's ridiculous. Why the police house?

It wasn't the police house. It was the office.

Yeah?

They never inspected it before. It's just Craddock being a... Ah!

Look at that. Those were the days, eh?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to remind you.

That's all right.

I'm sorry.

- Phil, stop apologising. - Yeah, I know, but...

It's embarrassing. Sorry.

MIKE: All right, enough. Thanks.

MUSIC: 'Sunny Afternoon' by The Kinks

All right?

♪ The tax man's taken all my dough

♪ And left me in my stately home

♪ Lazing on a sunny afternoon

♪ And I can't sail my yacht... ♪

- There you are. - Nice touch.

- The inspector'll love it. - There's no need to mock.

CRASH

You check round the back.

Anything?

PANTING Not a thing.

MUSIC: 'Reflections Of My Life' by Marmalade

♪ The changing of sunlight...

Have a good day, Debbie. I'll see you later, love. Bye-bye.

Thanks, Dad. Bye.

♪ Reflections of my life

♪ Oh, how they fill my eyes... ♪

VERNON: I was hoping you were going to give me a hand

delivering these taxi leaflets.

Oh... I can't. I've got Mrs Webb.

HE SIGHS

Well, get the tea on when you get in tonight.

I'm going to be shattered.

Negative.

SHE SIGHS I'm not pregnant?

No, I didn't think you were.

The thing now is not to have another scare...

Dr Summerbee... I want to go on the pill.

I can't go do this again. I need to be certain.

- Deborah, you're very young... - No, I'm not. I'm .

I've thought it all through.

I know you've had a bit of a shock,

but I don't recommend the pill to girls of your age.

It's what I really, really want.

Your body's still developing.

I know, but it's better to be safe.

It's early to get into a serious relationship.

Not if you love each other.

But you're young. You'll change. Everyone does at your age.

In a few months you might not even like each other.

- We will. - OK. But why sleep together?

Is that not best kept for later when you're more mature?

It's a big step, going on the pill.

What about other methods?

The pill's the only one that can be certain.

Everybody says that.

Look, I'm trying to be sensible, Dr Summerbee.

- What about your parents? - My parents?

I'd need to discuss it with them, obviously.

- No. - Deborah...

No! They'd k*ll me.

If you're going to tell them, I'm going.

I'll get it elsewhere. Or I won't bother.

- We'll run away and get married. - Come on, sit down.

Let's talk this through calmly,

without you holding a g*n to my head.

For a start, I can't prescribe it myself.

All I can do is refer you

to a family planning clinic. - OK, refer me, then.

Right, gentlemen.

Today is Tuesday.

Her Majesty's Inspector will be here at pm on Friday.

Three days to go and this place is a shambles.

Look at these walls. Look at the dust.

Look at these desks. Look at yourselves.

- Not an edifying sight. - No, sarge.

I want all the paperwork brought up to date

and this place cleaned from top to bottom.

- Yes, sarge. - Uniforms cleaned, hair cut,

boots polished. - Yes, sarge.

And Ventress, I do not want any f*g ash

or the slightest whiff of hard-boiled egg.

- No, sarge. - At ease.

What about the brick incident?

There's no time for that, Bradley. It's all hands on deck.

- Yeah, but... - Kids, Bradley.

Kids, fooling about.

I get a brick through my window and he's worried about haircuts!

On second thoughts, we'll give this whole place a new coat of paint.

So, Debs...how was school today?

Oh, all right, thanks, Dad.

Have you got my history essay back yet?

- Yes. - And?

- Oh, put him out of his misery. - Well, I'm pleased to say

you got an A. - Oh!

- Well done, Daddy! - There you are, you see?

Pass your plate, dear.

What did you have for lunch today? - Hold on.

If it's Tuesday, it'll be, erm...

...shepherd's pie and crumble.

Am I right? - How does he always know?

I don't know. Cake, dear?

No, thanks. I ought to get on with my homework.

If you want any help, you know where to come.

It's only French.

How's it going?

Huh? Oh, don't ask!

If he wants his car so clean, why don't he do it himself?

He's going over the top with this inspection palaver.

Sorry, sarge.

Rather than giving us your unimportant opinions, Bellamy,

get this car properly cleaned.

Thank you.

HE MOUTHS Sorry.

MUSIC: 'The Game of Love' by The Mindbenders

A DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

♪ The purpose of a man is to love a woman

♪ And the purpose of a woman is to love a man

♪ So come on, baby Let's start today

♪ Come on, baby Let's play

♪ The game of love, love

♪ La, la, la, la, la love ♪

HE SIGHS

I am shattered.

I must have driven miles

up and down that coast. Bridlington to Saltburn.

Every hotel, theatre,

railway station, golf clubs...

Where's my tea?

I've only just got in, myself. I'll get it in a minute.

Oh, never mind. I'll do it myself.

What have you done with that chicken?

- Sorry? - That cold chicken?

What?

I haven't stopped all day. I come in starving hungry

and you've had all the grub. - I haven't!

- David! - I haven't touched anything!

So the chicken just left the plate

on its own, did it, and flew away? - Well...

Perhaps Alfred ate it. - And he ate the bread?

Took it out the bin and made a nice chicken sandwich?

HE SIGHS Well, I don't know.

Oh, look, David, I know I'm out a lot at the moment.

I know you get lonely, but...

you mustn't get greedy.

What's this?

DOG WHIMPERS

VERNON SIGHS

Good.

And, er...

This is the window that got broken. - Right.

Any other similar problems? - No, sarge.

Like you said, just probably kids. - Hmm.

Full marks, Bradley. Keep it that way till Friday.

Yes, sarge.

Don't be nervous. If you're prepared, there's no need to panic.

No, sir.

Right... It's an extremely serious situation.

Somebody wants us to look foolish to the Inspector.

You think someone has a grudge in for the police?

Quite possibly, yes.

- And the brick through my window? - It's all part of it, Bradley.

It all creates an air of disorganisation.

Have you been on to HQ

about a replacement car? - They're sending one.

Good. Will Scripps get my car on the road by Friday?

- I think so. - Right.

You two get over to Aidensfield.

You and I will sift through the records.

Let's make this top priority

and get this culprit before there's more trouble.

I'm painting the office, sarge.

There's plenty of time for that.

You can come in early tomorrow.

He's changed his tune.

Yesterday it was just kids.

Yeah, well...it's his car now,

not my window.

I nearly died! That woman in there gave you a really funny look.

- No she didn't! - She did.

Especially in that uniform.

Lots of girls our age take the pill, Jenny.

Stop making such a big deal about it.

- Let's have a look, then. - Not here.

Oh, come on.

Watch out.

Hey, Debs, do you think my doctor will let me have some?

You have to be going steady first.

And it depends on your doctor.

I mean, Dr Summerbee's really nice and young. But yours might not be.

- This? - 'Fraid so.

What about the replacement car?

CID are using it.

- And the panda? - Bellamy's using it.

All the time at the present, on the vandalism case.

- What about the mini van? - That's off the road as well.

Tell Bradley to hurry Scripps up. I can't drive around in this thing.

It's no good you keeping on coming in and asking.

I can't do it any faster than I am.

Craddock's got nothing to drive but a black Maria.

That's not my fault, is it?

Provided I can get the paint, it'll be done by Friday.

Well... do what you can.

Oh, Mike. Have you had one of these?

Yeah, about six. HE LAUGHS

Eh, don't laugh! You might need us one day.

Right. That's another delivered.

Any calls? - No.

Are you sure?

The flyers have only been out a day or so. Give it a chance.

Right, I'm off.

I thought you were giving me a hand.

No, Bernard. I'm going home to put my feet up in front of the fire.

MUSIC: 'Theme For Young Lovers' by The Shadows

- Euch! - What?

So... what was it like at the clinic?

All right.

What, no problem about your mum and dad not knowing?

No.

Or about us not being married?

No. I suppose Dr Summerbee must have explained in her letter.

I wish I could have come with you.

I wish you could, too.

Hey, you should have heard me with Dr Summerbee.

I said if I couldn't have the pill

we'd run away and get married. - Right.

I would, too. I'd do it tomorrow.

- What about school? - I couldn't care less about it.

Well, you should. You're lucky to be there.

Sorry.

I can tell you, I'd still be going if my dad hadn't had died.

I wouldn't be in this crummy job.

What did he die of? Your dad.

I don't want to go into it.

Everything changed afterwards.

Everything.

He worked on this big estate.

We had this really nice place to live.

A cottage.

We loved it. We all loved it.

They kicked us out double quick...

when he'd gone. It went with the job.

And then you came to Aidensfield?

Yeah.

SHE SIGHS You hate it, don't you?

I hate everything about it.

Except you. - Good.

- I quite like you. - I quite like you, too.

- There you go. - Thank you.

So, er... his car's still in the garage, is it?

He's having to drive a black Maria.

You'd best find out who it is, and quick,

before they vandalise his racing bike as well.

And his ballroom dancing pumps.

Well, we're going through everything.

Recent arrests, recent prisoner releases.

- Well, have you found anything? - No.

When's the inspection?

Friday.

HE LAUGHS Oh, dear!

What's up, David?

- Oh, nothing. - Come on.

- Apart from I can't go home? - Why not?

'Cause Mr Vernon's being horrible to me.

He keeps accusing me of... stuff.

Like what?

I'm not saying.

What have you been doing to David? He's in a right mood.

I'll give him moods!

Greasy washing-up left in the sink.

Eating eight eggs at one go.

Not to mention scoffing all the bacon.

All that I can just about take.

But what I will not stand for

is you nicking all my liquorice allsorts!

I...

I'm not going to listen to this!

I'm just not!

Well, I've never seen David like that.

You've really upset him. - He's upset me an' all.

Talk to him, Vernon.

David looks up to you.

I'm sure you'll both feel better if you patched things up.

Aye. Well, maybe I will.

But pour us a pint, first, will you, Gina?

I'm sorry, lad.

Maybe I did speak a little in haste.

I don't want to talk to you.

I'll go and get my bath.

- What's this? - What?

This.

Well, it's... it's hair.

- In our bath. - Well, it's not mine!

It's not mine either. It's girls'.

There's been a girl in our bath.

You've been entertaining ladies while I've been out.

I don't mind you having lady friends.

I just wish you'd ask, that's all.

Now what?

I am going back to my mum's!

MUSIC: 'I Put A Spell On You' by The Alan Price Set

♪ I put a spell on you

♪ Because you're mine

♪ I don't like the things you do...

SHATTERING

♪ I ain't lyin'

♪ No, I ain't lyin'

♪ I can't stand you

♪ Can't stand your runnin' round

♪ I can't stand it, baby

♪ Lord, because you put me down... ♪

Was anything taken?

Just two bottles of whisky.

- Right. - The big question is motive.

If we could find out why he's doing it.

Yes, you can leave that to us, Mr Blaketon.

I'm not leaving it to anyone, sergeant.

As a parish councillor I intend to remain very much involved.

- Right. - I've had some worried phone calls.

No one seems to know where this maniac will strike next.

Point taken, Mr Blaketon. Come on, Bradley.

Needless to say, don't touch anything

till the fingerprints boys have been.

MUSIC: 'Jennifer Eccles' by The Hollies

♪ White chalk

♪ Written on red brick

♪ Our love told in a heart

♪ It's there...

Debbie! Breakfast time!

OK, Mum!

♪ I love Jennifer Eccles

♪ I know that she loves me... ♪

Hey, er...

How do you think Mike is?

It's hard to say.

Burying himself in work, it strikes me.

Well, yeah. It's like an escape, I suppose.

I think he still feels pretty awful.

Still, maybe it's for the best.

Yeah?

Well, Jackie... she's not really my sort of woman.

All that running round in a suit, carrying a briefcase.

- Yeah, but... - Too sharp by half.

Scared the living daylights out of me.

Yeah, but Alf... he loved her, didn't he?

He probably still does.

I thought she loved him.

Physical attraction. Soon wears off.

Oh, yeah? Speaking from personal experience, are you, Alf?

Do you know... I quite like this colour.

Doesn't match your boots, though, Alf.

BERNIE: Penny for 'em, David.

Sorry?

Something on your mind?

Oh... no.

BERNIE: Or should that be someone?

No.

Not even a little lady with long brown hair?

No.

It's all right. Vernon's told me about it.

No need to be ashamed. Time you started courting.

If she's having baths at your place...

Oh, stop it!

Come on, David.

There's no need to go to your mum's.

I've forgiven you. - Get off.

And there's no need at all for all that whisky.

What?

It's a very nice thought and very much appreciated.

Don't overdo it, you'll be down to the bare metal.

I never gave him any whisky.

At least, I don't think I did.

MUSIC: 'Michelle' by Matt Monro

♪ These are words

♪ That go together well

♪ My Michelle

♪ Michelle

♪ Ma belle

♪ Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble

♪ Tres bien ensemble... ♪

We need solutions and we need them fast.

This is getting out of hand.

Tell Bellamy I want house-to-house enquiries.

And get my car back from Scripps.

MUSIC-BOX MELODY

Gina.

David, you made me jump.

I think I'm going mad.

Oh, come in, then.

Don't worry, Mike. It will be done by Friday, no problem.

Craddock's desperate. Is there any chance of getting it

to him today?

Tomorrow would be better.

Give the paint time to dry.

David's putting it on as we speak.

BERNIE: I mean, if for any reason it isn't ready,

you could always use Vernon in the Wyvern.

Bernie, the Wyvern's out of the question.

So is this, unless that paint arrives.

Only things have gone missing, like the chicken,

and the socks and the liquorice allsorts.

But that doesn't mean I've got a girlfriend, though, does it?

- No, but... - But it could have been Alfred,

I don't care what he says.

Well, Alfred wouldn't have eaten the socks.

Girls don't even drink whisky.

That's if there was a girl, which there wasn't.

SHE SIGHS I'm sorry, David.

But who are we talking about?

- You know the girl. - What girl?

The one Mr Vernon said was in the bath.

SHE SIGHS I'm lost.

Look, can we start again?

What exactly is Vernon accusing you of?

Of taking food.

And stuff.

And whisky and then putting it back. - What whisky?

The two bottles of whisky he thinks I gave him,

but I wouldn't have done.

I'd remember doing that. - Let me get this straight.

Vernon has two bottles of whisky...

I hate it when people say I've done things and I haven't.

Unless I have done it and then I'm going mad.

PHIL: Gina.

The fingerprint men will be here in half an hour.

Phil, come in. David's got something to tell you.

Have I?

Yes, because you're not going mad, David.

You've just told me something really important.

- Have I? - Yes.

- My son's done what? - I can't talk about it here.

Not in front of the children.

Get inside, you two. Right, you were saying?

He's been sleeping with my daughter.

Oh, well. Boys will be boys.

And I dare say, girls will be girls.

Mrs Lomax, my daughter is a schoolgirl.

She's only .

It could be a criminal offence.

- A what? - A criminal offence.

What are you implying?

That your son could be in big trouble.

And there's another thing.

Someone has supplied her... with the contraceptive pill.

And I'd like to know who it was.

Oh, I see. You're blaming that on Carl as well, are you?

How else could she have got it?

Down the clinic like everybody else, I expect.

My daughter knows nothing about places like that.

She's far too young. I expect it's stolen,

judging by the sort of family he comes from.

I think you'd better clear off before I forget myself.

I will, I've no wish to prolong this conversation.

I'm warning you, that's all.

If your son comes anywhere near my daughter,

you won't just have me to answer to, you'll have my husband.

You've got a cheek, accusing Carl of all of that.

I think you'd better take it back. - Let go.

MRS LOMAX: I know what's getting up your nose.

You don't think he's good enough.

Not for your little precious. - Leave go at once!

My Carl's worth two of her.

- OK, OK. That's enough, calm down. - Oi! Get your hands off her.

- I'd like a word with you. - Don't touch my mum.

Come on, Carl. Stuck-up cow!

Sarge, I don't like to disturb David while he's working on your car.

'Good thinking, Bellamy.

'But we can't go in without a householder.'

We have to find Vernon Scripps, then.

'Do that and make sure you contact me.'

OK, sarge. Over and out.

Panda to Delta, Alpha - . Come in, Mike.

Go ahead, Phil.

I think we've found him.

Who?

'The vandal. But first, we need to find Vernon Scripps.'

Oh, Dad.

You're home nice and early.

Come through to the dining room.

What is it? It's not Granny, is it?

No, Deborah. It's these.

I'm off home. My car still isn't fixed.

Oh, dear.

So give Scripps one last ring before you go.

Impress upon him the urgency of the situation.

- Yes, sarge. - I told Bradley and Bellamy

if they come up with anything, to contact me at home.

Righty-o.

And Ventress...

There's less than hours to go.

No problem, sarge.

And to pick of all people, one of the Lomaxes.

What's wrong with them?

- They're trouble, Debbie. - No, they're not.

They're just poor, that's all, because Carl's dad died.

We won't argue.

He's not the sort of boy we want you seeing

and that's all there is to it.

And we're very surprised you let it go as...

Well...

As far as it obviously might have gone.

Debbie.

We need to know...

Have you...? - Mum!

Well, what did you need these for, then?

- MR WHITE: Did he get them for you? - No.

- How did you get them, then? - The doctor.

- From the doctor? - What doctor?

- I'm not telling. - I'm sorry, Debbie.

But no doctor would give the pill to a girl of your age.

Without consulting her parents first.

Debbie, we're waiting. Where did you get them?

- It's none of your business. - Come back.

I did get them from a doctor.

I had to have them, or I'd get pregnant.

Deborah! Watch what you're saying!

No, I won't.

You can't stop me from seeing Carl, I love him.

You're never going to part us.

Now what?

We go and see Dr Summerbee, of course.

MUSIC: 'Pictures Of Matchstick Men' by Status Quo

David's definitely not here, then?

I've told you, he's sulking at his mum's.

What are we looking for?

Any sign of life.

If he knows you and David are out, he could be anywhere.

Who?

Who are we talking about? - What's that?

What?

There's somebody upstairs.

Right.

♪ When I look up to the skies

♪ I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow

♪ I rush home to bed I soak my head

♪ I see your face underneath my pillow...

Ow!

♪ I wake next morning tired still yawning

♪ See your face come peeking through my window

♪ Pictures of matchstick men and you ♪

DOG WHIMPERS

Hup! Get...

HE SNIFFS

HE COUGHS

So far he hasn't told us anything except his name.

- Which is? - Indian Summer.

- Evening, Mr Summer. - MIKE: He won't talk.

What were you doing in my bath, eh?

CRADDOCK: I'll deal with this, thank you.

What were you doing in this gentleman's bath?

- I'll have to fumigate it now. - Mr Scripps, please.

Right, perhaps you could start telling us what's been going on.

I can't walk proper, can I? Had to rest up.

I've only been here a week, mate.

A week?

Not in here, in the barn.

You've been in my barn for a week?

Vernon, please. We may need Dr Summerbee, sarge.

It could be broken. Phil's onto it.

Let's stop fooling about.

Did you or did you not break into the pub last night?

Just to get my rations.

I didn't mean to break them plates and things.

You've broken into private property and vandalised police equipment.

Do you want to talk about it here or shall we go to the station?

Sarge...

I think we've got the wrong man. - What?

Somebody's just set fire to the police station.

HE MOUTHS

Luckily it's just a bad sprain, but he certainly can't walk on it.

He really oughtn't to be sleeping rough.

Oh, no. He's not staying here.

Just for the night, I'll sort a hostel out.

- No. - He's an old man, Mr Scripps.

- He's stinky and he's a tea leaf. - I knew you'd say yes.

David, just the man. Vernon's agreed to let Mr Summer stay the night.

He's a bit of a good Samaritan secretly.

- Just a minute! - What's going on?

Any chance of a drink, seeing as I'm staying?

What a mess.

Try to refrain from stating the obvious, Bellamy.

If you hadn't led us off on a wild goose chase...

Well, the vandal's struck again and we still have no idea who it is.

- Or why. - Yeah.

And the Inspector's coming tomorrow.

Yes, Bellamy. I think we knew that.

Thanks a lot, doctor.

Bye-bye.

Mr and Mrs White.

Did you prescribe these for our daughter?

You'd better come through.

Carl!

Carl, what are you doing? Did my parents see you?

No.

- What have you done to your hand? - I did it on the wagon.

You know they've forbidden me to see you again?

CARL: I know.

- They can't split us up, can they? - No.

You'd better go. They'll be back in a minute. I love you.

I love you.

Mr and Mrs White. I think we can all remember what first love feels like.

It's what Deborah's experiencing.

Her first love affair. - Nonsense.

I assure you, she is.

It's pretty heady, she came to me in quite a state.

At which point you should have informed us.

I agree. And I asked her if I could.

Asked her? She's only a child, for heaven's sake.

In your eyes, maybe, but not for medical purposes.

As far as seeking medical advice is concerned, she's an adult.

- She's still at school. - Doing her O levels.

Yes, but she's .

Above the age of consent.

- This is such rubbish. - We're her parents.

MRS WHITE: We should have been asked.

Prescribing the pill without our permission.

It's a disgrace.

There is patient confidentiality.

If Deborah didn't want you involved, there was nothing I could do.

I see, so you took it upon yourself to be my daughter's moral guide?

A fine moral guide you turned out to be with your casual attitude.

All very modern, I'm sure.

But not our way, Doctor Summerbee.

Not in Aidensfield.

Come on, Keith.

We have moral principles up here.

Ones we like to stick to.

You'll realise that you try to change things here at your peril.

MRS WHITE: Don't think for a moment

that the village won't get to hear about this.

SHE SIGHS

CRADDOCK: What do you mean, the wrong black?

How can you have the wrong black?

Black paint is black paint, isn't it?

You promised you'd have my car back by this morning.

No, I am not having your brother collect him.

- Trouble. - Heads down.

- PHIL: Car not ready, then, sir? - No, it's not.

I'm not having Her Majesty's Inspector picked up in a panda car,

still less a black Maria.

Oh, get back onto Scripps. Tell him we'll hire the Wyvern.

Sarge.

As soon as they'd gone, the phone starts ringing,

parents checking I hadn't given their daughters the pill.

The whole village is up in arms. - Tricia, you did nothing wrong.

I know, but they can still make trouble for me.

But they won't get anywhere. What you did was reasonable.

She ran a real risk of getting pregnant.

- Yeah. - Well, there you go.

You did the right thing.

Thank you.

I think I just needed to hear someone else say it.

Sorry, I'm just talking about myself.

How's things? - With me? Fine.

Have you... heard from Jackie at all?

Only through the solicitors. It's the decree nisi next week.

Oh. At least when it's over,

you'll be able to make a fresh start.

No more unfinished business.

Yeah. No more unfinished business.

I still can't believe she left.

Well, I suppose I knew, really. Deep down.

She was... too good for me.

Come on, Mike. You can't think like that.

You were a good couple. A good couple for ages.

Yeah.

Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean...

No, that's all right.

- I'd better get going. - Yeah.

I'm sorry things are rough for you at the moment.

I saw Carl outside your surgery.

He looked like he'd been through the wars.

Just an accident. Managed to give himself quite a nasty burn.

See you.

Alf.

Can you do me a favour?

Get all the information you can on a Carl Lomax.

Lomax.

It's just a hunch, but dig out what you can.

Thanks.

Excellent.

This could be the start of something big.

- Mmm... - Come on, Bernard. Think about it.

A contract with the local police at least.

What time does that train get in?

Arriving from London, York Station, : .

Right, this calls for best bib and tucker.

First impressions and all that. Right. I've got a lot to do.

I gather his car's not ready, then?

Don't you start. We've had him on the warpath ever since.

We had to call in Vernon Scripps.

- Any news on Carl Lomax? - Oh, I rang up the police station

nearest to his old address. They sent this over.

I think it's about time we brought Carl in for questioning.

SNORING

Oi. I won't say this again.

I want you out of here by the time I get back.

Phil.

This way, please.

Bradley, we have precisely two hours

before Her Majesty's Inspector arrives.

Now is not the time to bring somebody in.

Go on, then.

Last night you found out he'd been on the bus to Ashfordly.

And he'd been to see Dr Summerbee this morning with a burnt arm.

I see.

Alf found out where the family came from

and contacted the local station.

And suddenly everything fell into place.

Go on.

Carl's father was k*lled in a car crash.

He was a pedestrian and the car was speeding.

- Yes? - The driver claimed

that he'd stepped out in front of him and he got off.

The family appealed, but he still got off.

They got a letter informing them of this on Monday.

Monday I got a brick through my window.

- Yes? - The driver was a policeman.

KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.

Sarge, Lomax wants to make a statement.

His mum's been leaning on him.

I think we're going to get a full confession.

So you admit it all?

Throwing a brick into the police house in Aidensfield.

Damaging a police vehicle.

Setting fire to this station last night.

Yeah.

- Would you tell me why? - Why?

Because you k*lled my dad. - Carl.

Stop kidding yourself, Mum.

They k*lled my dad and didn't even get done for it.

It was a cover-up.

And I want everyone to know.

- Please don't make things worse. - You all stick together.

Stick together and lie.

He was my dad!

Mowed him down like an animal.

They didn't care.

They just lied.

They lied.

MUSIC: 'A Well-Respected Man' by The Kinks

♪ Because he gets up in the morning

♪ And he goes to work at nine

♪ And he comes back home at :

♪ Gets the same train every time

♪ Because his world is built on punctuality

♪ It never fails

♪ And he's oh, so good

♪ And he's oh, so fine

♪ And he's oh, so healthy

♪ In his body and his mind

♪ He's a well-respected man about town

♪ Doing the best thing

♪ So conservatively ♪

Excellent.

- Sarge. - Behaviour during the inspection,

calm, quiet and dignified. - Yes, sarge.

Serving the community with politeness and good humour.

- Oh, definitely, sarge. - Right.

At ease, then, gentlemen.

We've come to see Sergeant Craddock.

HE WHISPERS Get rid of them.

Thank you.

Our pleasure, sir.

We've a new doctor in the village...

My daughter Jenny is easily led. She's a good girl, but...

Teenage sex, under age sex. Our own doctor's encouraging it.

I do appreciate your concerns, but this is not a police matter.

Not a police matter? We've a doctor who's leading our daughters astray.

- Morally and physically. - My daughter's only .

Her daughter's only .

Who knows what Dr Summerbee's up to?

- New-fangled ideas. - All right. Please...

I have a very important meeting.

I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

- Certainly not! - Not until you tell us

what you're going to do. - Do? Do?

Madam, the sexual habits of teenagers

are nothing to do with me!

HE CLEARS THROAT

WOMEN ALL TALK AT ONCE

Good afternoon, sir.

Quiet, calm and dignified.

The British bobby at work.

WOMEN CONTINUE TALKING AT ONCE