14x09 - Buried Secrets

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

♪ Summer comes Sunday, my oh my

♪ Soon I'll see the sun the sun, the skies

♪ Soon I'll see the love in your eyes

♪ When I wake up, she'll be there

♪ See the morning light shining in her hair... ♪

METAL DETECTOR WHISTLES

I've never even heard you mention a Gareth.

Well, he's a nephew of old Aunt Winnie.

She's very fond of him.

There could be a little something extra in the will

if I can sort him out.

How long's he gonna stay?

How long does it take to get over a broken heart?

- I don't know. - Well, neither do I.

Well, it's just...

You might have asked me, that's all.

- Why? - Because it's my bed.

Oh, I see.

You're not keen to help a fellow human being in distress.

SCOFFS

He's only been jilted by his girlfriend.

Not girlfriend, David. Fiancee.

The bottom has dropped out of his world.

Yeah, well, the same thing's happened

to that settee downstairs.

You'd rather he had my bed, then, would you?

Well, seeing as you're asking, yes.

- Right, he can have my bed. - Right.

And I'll have yours.

SCREAMS

A double room? And is it just for the one night?

Two? Yeah, we can do that.

OK. We'll see you later, then.

Bye-bye.

- You were saying? - Yeah. Selfish and thoughtless.

Oh, yeah.

As far as I'm concerned,

Ben Norton can go wherever he likes.

But why does he have to take our doctor with him?

Liz is following her heart, Oscar.

- Hm. All the way to Kenya? - As it happens, yeah.

She could have waited until my chest cold had cleared up.

This is going to put the medical care

of hundreds of people in jeopardy.

I think it's dead romantic being whisked off to Africa like that.

I think he'll look quite a dish in a bush hat.

What's she going to do with all those medical qualifications?

What do you think? It's not all voodoo and potions, you know.

My main worry is what's gonna happen to Jenny.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police Station.

Yes, sir. What can I do for you?

When was this?

Do you have a map reference?

I'm sorry, sir...

- Thinking of asking for leave. - Can I have a word, Dennis?

We'll deal with this later, OK?

- Is there a problem? - Sort of.

I think I've found the perfect wedding present for Liz and Ben.

- Wedding present? - And I need a second opinion.

Can't this wait?

Not really. There's only one left.

Jenny, you know you can always contact me

if it's something really important.

But this isn't?

Nothing I do seems to be important.

Oh, Jenny.

Look at it when you've got time.

For pity's sake. Jenny!

ALF: Thank you. We'll let you know.

Sarge, I've had a call from some ramblers.

They were out on the moor when they saw this fella have a fall.

He was pretty shaken but he wouldn't accept any help.

What are they telling us for?

Well, they're worried in case he doesn't make it home.

And we're the moorland rescue team are we all of a sudden?

Well, they said that he had a metal detector.

Oh, that'll be that nutter from Lord Ashfordly's Estate.

- Do we have a location? - The last known position, yes.

Walker, get out there and see if you can find him.

Yes, Sarge.

Sorry, I was on the phone when Jenny arrived.

I didn't have a chance to ask her if I could help.

That's all right, Alf.

Obviously it was something that couldn't wait.

Aye.

TRAIN WHISTLES

What does he look like, then?

Well, I don't know, do I?

Last time I saw him he was this high.

So we just look for somebody with a bright red nose, shall we,

because of all the blubbing he's been doing?

VERNON: You're not supposed to mention it.

We're supposed to be getting him out of himself,

not reminding him of his loss.

- Vernon? - Yes.

I'm Gareth.

Well, hello...and welcome.

David, take Gareth's bags.

No thanks. I'll see to this myself.

♪ Gotta go, I hope you're ready

♪ Cos take a look outside

♪ Don't mind the weather, girl

♪ Let's take a ride

♪ Get away We'll leave the city folk

♪ They'll have to stay... ♪

Morning. How are you doing?

Why?

Some ramblers reported a man in difficulties on the moor.

Someone with a metal detector.

You respond to every nosy blighter who makes a call?

I was winded, that's all. I told them.

Fine. Do you mind if I have a look?

Army issue, is it? Heavy. Come on, I'll take it in for you.

Just leave it alone, eh?

You sure you didn't break anything when you fell?

- Morning, Mr Acott. - Morning.

Doesn't look big enough pegged out like this.

Three-car garage, forecourt and landscaping around.

- You'll know it's here. - I expect so.

His Lordship's wants me to be your point of contact

in case you have any problems.

He'll not be cracking the whip himself then?

The kind of bonus you're on for completion,

I doubt you'll be slacking.

True. Then again, trouble and this game go hand in hand.

He's stuffed the contract full of penalty clauses if we slip up.

Hm. I'll talk to you later, Mr Acott.

- Aha. How's His Lordship? - Grumpy.

- Back to normal, then? - More or less.

Have you got time for a spot of lunch or something?

Or something?

I don't know. Just lunch, then?

I'd love to, but I've been called out to a Mr Tetley.

He's one of your tenants, I think.

Yeah. Bit of a hermit. Ex-army. Mind you, he'll be used to

waiting around for reinforcements.

- I'm late already. - Spoilsport.

You're wasting your time anyway.

He won't let anyone in the cottage.

I have my ways.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

♪ Jennifer Juniper

♪ Lying very still

♪ Is she sleeping? I don't think so

♪ Is she breathing? Yes, very low

♪ What you doing, Jennifer, my love?

♪ Jennifer Juniper...

♪ Jennifer... ♪

- Donovan. - Eh?

Him. He's singing a Donovan song.

Seems to be the only one he knows.

Yeah, well, it needs a bit of practice, eh?

You can say that again.

Hmm. They're not married.

And not bothered who knows it.

TUTS

SHUSHES

- Is your room all right for you? - Oh, yes, lovely, thanks.

Well, we serve breakfast from seven in the snug

if you fancy an early start.

No, thanks.

- I'm barely alive at that time. - Oh, right.

We get a lot of walkers who like to get up and out.

No, we're here to see someone.

If we can find him.

Actually, you might be able to help.

His name's Tetley.

Sorry, no. Bernie?

- You know anyone called Tetley? - Don Tetley.

Isn't he that fella with a metal detector?

Oh, yeah. You see him out in all weathers.

Bit of an oddball, he is.

Oh, sorry, he's not a friend of yours, is he?

Oh, no, not really.

He's my husband.

How long is it since you've seen a doctor?

Why don't you look in your records?

I would have done, but I've just come from the Hall.

You have come down in the world.

So when did you see a doctor last?

I forget.

No point.

Congenital heart failure, the army doc said.

- "On your way." - You should look after yourself.

That's what I was doing before PC Nice poked his nose in.

I'll give you some pills you can put under your tongue.

They'll help relieve the chest pains.

Was any building work going on at the Hall?

LIZ: Yes. Lord Ashfordly's having a large garage block built.

- Already started? - Yes. Why?

Oi! Keep out of there!

- Sorry. - The both of you, go on.

Leave me alone!

KNOCK AT DOOR

I thought you might like this.

Look, I know you think I don't know how you're feeling.

But I haven't always been like this, you know.

- Like what? - Single.

You've got to pick yourself up, dust yourself down

and find another pebble on the beach.

What, just like that? Another girl like Jennifer?

Well, I know it seems unlikely.

Unlikely? It's impossible.

- She was everything to me. - Yes, well, we all say that.

She was my fiancee. My wife-to-be.

My reason for living.

- Yes, but I mean... - No, no, no. Please, don't.

You've never met her. You know nothing about her.

Well, that's not strictly true, you know.

Oh?

I mean, I know she jilted you, for a start.

Don't let your tea get cold.

SIGHS

Hello, Don.

What the hell are you doing here?

- Nice welcome. - What do you want?

- How about some maintenance? - You get all there is.

All there is? Really?

What about all that stuff in there?

- It's worthless. - I'm not that stupid, Don.

- Get out. - I want what's mine by law.

If you don't want to see me again,

give it some thought.

In theory, any gold or silver that's found

should be reported to the coroner

as possible treasure trove.

No, he's not as daft as we thought.

He leaves the Royal Engineers with one of their metal detectors

and unearths a fortune. - But I never said a fortune.

You can't turn a blind eye, Rob.

Well, why not? It's just a collection, a hobby.

Let him get on with it in peace, I say.

- Who's that? - I don't know.

- What does he want? - Go ask him.

- Can I help? - Yes. Stop digging.

- You what? - Get the digger off.

This is the site of an ancient monastery.

So what? There's nowt here now.

It needs excavating properly, inch by inch.

Listen, I've been given a job to do. Now, hop it.

I won't tell you again.

You are destroying our heritage.

There'll be trouble if I see you here again.

That's all we need. Mucking up the job.

I doubt we've seen the last of him.

Tell me again, what are we doing out here?

Getting some fresh air.

- What for? - How should I know?

You do know where we are?

Excuse me, I know these moors like the back of my hand.

So which way is the nearest pub?

Oh great. My feet are k*lling me. Let's go back.

DAVID: Moan, moan, moan.

- Hello? - ROSIE: The boss isn't here.

VERNON: Well, it's you I came to see.

I've got a surprise for you. A nice surprise.

- How much? - Absolutely no cost.

LAUGHS

That is a surprise.

VERNON: Look, I've erm...

I've got a young relative staying with me, Rosie.

He's a bit down in the dumps.

I've got two tickets for a show in Whitby.

- Thought it might cheer him up. - Yeah?

Well, one ticket for him, and I thought one for you.

Me?

Well, it's the sort of music you like.

Roaring Stones, that sort of thing.

Why can't he ask someone himself?

Well, he's a little bit romantically becalmed

at the moment.

Been dumped, has he?

- So what do you say? - I can't.

Tomorrow I've got an exhaust to do,

some brake shoes and a gasket.

I wouldn't get off in time.

Look, I can sort it with Bernard.

I do have some influence round here, you know.

In that case, how about providing

some hot water in the washroom?

Eh?

Along with a bar of soap and some soft toilet paper.

Flippin' heck, you drive a hard bargain.

- Take it or leave it. - Agreed.

But you can tell him, nice lad or not,

I always carry a spanner in my handbag.

♪ Every time I see a girl like you

♪ I almost lose my mind ♪

Thank you.

♪ I love to hold and leave my girl behind

♪ They remind me of you

♪ They remind me of you

♪ The things that they do... ♪

- What are you doing here? - It's Gareth.

He fell down a hole.

What?

Yeah we had to get a rope round him

and pull him out with a tractor.

Are you all right, Gareth?

I thought things couldn't get any worse. Wrong.

Just go and sit in the truck.

Look after him, I said.

He doesn't want looking after. He wants leaving alone.

Right. This should do it.

NOISE IN DISTANCE

NOISE IN DISTANCE

Hello?

Hello?

LOUD CHATTER

Planning meeting for the big day?

Sort of.

We've a lot to organise and very little time.

I've catered for a few weddings in my time, Liz.

And my advice is,

when it comes to decision-making,

you're better off with a committee of one.

- Splendid idea. I'm off. - Oh, no, you're not.

Don't say I didn't warn you. Let battle commence.

Well, we've put some colour back in your cheeks, Gareth.

- And on my back. - Eh?

It's black and blue. Not to mention the rope burns.

These things are sent to try us.

When I was stuck down that hole,

I got to wondering whether I really wanted to get out.

Oh, you should have said.

Never mind. Tomorrow's another day.

And I've got a nice little treat for you.

What treat?

A ticket for a show in Whitby and a girl to go with you.

I think we deserve a drink.

- Approximate time of death? - I couldn't say.

Probably sometime last night.

- What about a likely cause? - Well, he had a heart condition.

I'll take a look inside.

- Thanks, Bernie. - Bad do.

- Has somebody told his wife? - His wife?

- She's at the Aidensfield Arms. - Sarge?

Give me a minute, will you?

I knew about his condition,

but I hadn't realised it had got so bad.

- You haven't seen him recently? - No, no.

I haven't seen him for five years or more.

I came to ask him for a divorce.

It would help us if you could identify the body.

Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.

I'll be in touch.

What's up?

Those two were certainly up to something last night.

If I were you, I'd check his car.

Sorry, sir. I hadn't quite finished.

- Hiya. - Hello, love. Six, please.

- You minding the shop? - Yeah.

Mr Scripps is out. Gone to collect a body.

Nice.

That fella who was always out with that detector thing.

The postman found him dead outside his cottage.

Can you tell me how you came by these?

You told me you hadn't seen him for five years.

When you said he'd died, I got scared.

- Why? - I don't know.

Because you and your partner broke into his cottage.

We had nothing to do with his death.

You went to see him earlier to ask him for money?

Aye, money that were mine.

He had an army pension when he was invalided out.

Been sending me less and less of it.

- So what did he say to that? - Said he was skint.

And then you saw his collection of finds.

We weren't going to keep 'em.

So you say.

- What's going on? - Cement truck's broken down.

Won't be getting any till tomorrow.

Great.

At least we won't be getting any hassle from that loony

who came yesterday.

- He's been found dead. - Eh?

We don't want anyone asking questions as to why he was here.

So he never was. Right?

- The cottage was deserted? - Yes.

You broke in, took the artefacts and went back to the pub?

Yes.

And you saw no sign of Don Tetley?

- No. - Really?

We found his key in the lock on the outside of the door

as if he'd come back and disturbed intruders.

What effect would that have on a man with a dicky heart?

I don't know. 'Cause he wasn't there.

What were you gonna do with the artefacts?

I've told you.

Hold on to them till he paid Sandra up.

You were going to ransom them?

He's never paid what Sandra was due.

- She's got expensive tastes. - Oh, has she?

I've a feeling this is gonna cost you a good deal more.

Thank you.

Rob. Can I have a word?

Would you take a seat, Mrs Tetley?

Can you keep an eye on her?

What's up? I've got to get Mrs Tetley back to the nick.

Why?

We're holding her and her boyfriend

for the cottage break-in.

Merton thinks Tetley came back, disturbed them and collapsed.

He's barking up the wrong tree.

The pathologist hasn't had much chance to look at the body

but he's fairly sure he didn't die where he was found.

Look at the mud on his clothes and shoes.

He reckoned he'd been dragged.

He also mentioned that there'd been a bang on the head

just above the hairline.

- Evening, Gina. - You're late.

Been busy locking up my bed and breakfast guests?

Yeah, afraid so.

Oscar says you don't keep people in overnight

without good reason.

He should know, I suppose.

He said they might've had something to do

with her husband's death.

He obviously knows better than to ask me himself.

It's worth a try.

I'll have a pint, please.

Oh. Put it there, Mr Scripps.

That is the best night out I've had in ages.

What did I say?

That Rosie, wow, she's really something.

She just sort of enjoys herself, you know.

No hang-ups, just really natural.

Well, she's just wonderful.

- What'll you have to drink? - That's very kind of you.

It's the least I can do.

I'll have a whisky, if you don't mind.

- David? - I'll have a half of...

No, I'll have a pint too.

Well, go on, David. Give him a hand to carry them.

Thanks very much for that.

You had a good time, I hear?

Oh, it was all right, bar the company.

Why? What's wrong with Gareth?

What's right with him?

- He's boring. - Boring?

And wet.

Well, he said you were wonderful.

See what I mean?

Right, seven and four.

- Oh, hello, Rob. Long day? - Yeah.

- Shame about Tetley. - Yeah.

Can I have a pint, please, Oscar?

One of our more eccentric tenants.

He never let me inside that cottage.

Used to leave the rent under a stone.

Count yourself lucky. Probably saved yourself a tongue-lashing.

True.

He was up at the Hall only yesterday

giving that builder Acott four pennyworth.

- About what? - I wasn't close enough to hear.

He seemed pretty agitated, though.

Ah. Cheers, Oscar.

- Mr Acott? - No. He's due any time.

- Can I help? - Eh, no. Thanks, I'll wait.

- Mind if I look round? - Help yourself.

- What's he doing here? - He's come to see you.

- Did he say what for? - No.

Where the hell's that concrete?

- Mr Acott? - Constable.

What can I do for you?

We're investigating the death of a man named Tetley.

Did you know him?

Tetley? I don't think so.

You might've seen him around and about

wearing an army greatcoat, carrying a metal detector.

Sorry, no.

There's been nobody like that round the site?

Not as far as I know.

I'm not here all the time. Mick here's the foreman.

- Have you seen this bloke? - No.

- And your name is... - Mick Spencer.

Well, thanks anyway. If you have any second thoughts,

you can find me at the police house in the village.

Right you are.

- What do you want? - Spanner.

Not that one.

- It must be on the bench. - No, stay there, I'll get it.

♪ Strange brew killin' what's inside of you... ♪

- Is Gareth here? - Yes.

He's been making a nuisance of himself since first thing.

Go and fetch him, David.

Vernon, I don't know what you've started,

but I want no hanky panky in my repair shop.

Ah, there you are, Gareth.

If you want to make yourself useful,

there's some tyres need stacking round the side.

Right.

Give him a hand, David.

We've got the photographs back.

His clothes are very crumpled

and there's a button missing off his coat.

Have you had a chance to speak to Ben Norton yet?

Yes, Sarge. He's sure it was Don Tetley he saw with Acott.

That could be where the mud on his clothes came from.

What's the pathologist saying, Alf?

Oh, what he always says.

Bodies don't queue-jump on my watch.

Charming.

What was Tetley doing on that site anyway?

He was obsessed with relics.

He may have thought Acott would dig something up.

Or concrete something over.

Another builder with a bulldozer and no sense of history.

Acott faces financial penalties

if the building isn't finished on time.

Tetley could've been an expensive nuisance.

Are you going to call in CID?

Well, not till the pathologist's done his job.

Meanwhile, if there's a crime to be solved here,

let's have a crack at it ourselves, shall we?

One night, you said.

I know what I said,

but you've made such an impression on him,

he hasn't spoken about his fiancee since.

I don't care.

All right. But you've got to help me let him down gently.

- You know what I mean? - No, I don't.

Look, he said he hates girls who flirt and two-time.

- So? - So give the eye to other lads.

- Then he'll go off you. - Give the eye to who?

Well, I don't know, do I?

Look, here's David. You could start with him.

You what?

- Ah! All done, lads? - Yeah.

Right, I'll get you back, Gareth.

No trouble. I'll stick around here, if nobody minds.

No matter to me. I'm off to test-drive this.

- Fancy a spin? - Great.

- David? - What?

- Fancy a spin? - Oh...yeah.

- OK. - Brave man.

You probably heard I can be a bit fast.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

- Hi, Oscar. - Hi, Rob.

I'm looking for Mr Spencer, he works...

Oh, there he is. I'll see you later.

- Mr Spencer. - Yeah?

Sorry, I need to clear something up with you.

What is it?

Mr Acott says he'd never seen Don Tetley. You said the same.

Yeah. So?

Lord Ashfordly's estate manager

says he saw you both talking to Tetley.

Not me. Must have been mistaken.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

How long have you worked for Mr Acott?

Seven, eight years.

That's a long time with one boss, especially in your trade.

- He must treat you pretty fair. - I've no complaints.

Well, I wouldn't let misplaced loyalty put you in a spot.

This could become a m*rder inquiry.

♪ Jennifer Juniper

♪ Rides a dappled mare

- ♪ Jennifer... ♪ - All right, Gareth?

What do you think?

- Where's David? - He's having a bath.

David? The David who lives here?

He's going to ask Rosie out.

♪ Lilacs in her hair... ♪

What now?

We'd like to take another look round, sir.

You'd best look sharp. There's a cement wagon due.

You may have to delay filling in the foundation.

Joking, aren't you?

This may be the scene of the crime, sir.

I've had enough of this. Do as you like,

but when that cement comes it's going down.

Better get on the blower to Merton, then.

Right. What if Acott refuses, Sarge? Over.

Oi! Who said you could go in there?

Phil, bring the photo of Tetley.

You said do as you like. So I did.

- Is this yours? - Maybe.

- With an army insignia on it? - Who knows?

I do.

I'd say it's the missing button off Don Tetley's greatcoat.

What do you think?

- You found him? - Yes.

You went to the site at ten o'clock at night

and just found him dead? - That's what I said.

You often visit the site at night?

Not always, no.

But you thought Don Tetley might be there?

It crossed my mind.

And he was someone who could cost you a lot of money?

I've just said so, haven't I? That's why I moved him.

- It's plausible. - Aye, too plausible.

He went to that site expecting trouble.

He had a motive for wanting rid of Tetley,

a foreman to lie for him,

and he admits moving the body.

Makes him prime suspect in my book.

Sarge, Mrs Tetley's creating. Will you have a word?

Er... Rosie, I'm sorry, are you busy?

Does the Pope have a balcony?

I'm not sure. Do you need to know now?

- What do you want, David? - Well, I was just wondering...

You know when you asked me to take a ride with you...

in the car? - Yeah.

I just... I thought that was really nice.

Even when I had to push that bit.

Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to, uh...

take a ride with me in the taxi.

- For nothing. - Thanks, but I couldn't.

Oh. Why not?

I've already told him I'm doing something.

- What are you doing here? - What's it got to do with you?

- Eh? - Want to make something of it?

- What? - Come on, then.

That is it. I'm off.

- Have you seen David or Gareth? - They're in there.

No, don't.

Well, come on, then. Come on, then.

Hey! Hey, cut it out, the pair of you.

- David, I'm surprised at you. - Me?

It's him, he's just messing everything up.

Rubbish. There's nothing to mess up.

I asked her out first.

What? Rosie? She doesn't want anything to do with you.

She wants nothing to do with the pair of you!

She hates you both with a passion.

Now, will you just calm down and go home!

So what do you need to do?

List the furniture, see what decorating needs to be done

and secure the window where they broke in.

- Is that all right? - Fine.

First time I've ever been in here.

It'll take some cleaning up.

Here, look at this.

See anyone you know?

Tetley, the clean-cut CO. A bit different now.

Anyone else?

It's Spencer. Acott's foreman.

Yeah, only on the back it says Spendlove.

Right. Ta very much.

Michael Ronald Spendlove, Royal Engineers.

Listed as a long-time deserter.

How long is "long"?

Well, he went AWOL eight years ago.

Tetley must have recognised him.

You knew he was a deserter?

He never said so outright, but he had no papers.

So you obliged him with a new identity?

I didn't ask questions, that's all.

That's very considerate of you.

Aiding a deserter is, of course, an offence.

- Surprise me. - We just might.

Did you know that Don Tetley

had been Spendlove's commanding officer?

What?

- He didn't tell you? - No.

The two men would surely have recognised each other.

GARETH: ♪ Longs for what she lacks ♪

DOG WHIMPERS

♪ Do you hear her? Yes, I do, sir

♪ Would you love her? Yes, I would, sir... ♪

All right, how long's this going to last?

David, if there was anything I could do, I would do it.

- Well, there is one thing. - What?

Send him back where he came from.

VERNON: Jennifer? You don't know me.

My name's Vernon Scripps. I'm a relative of Gareth's.

Yes, well, he's devastated.

Well, I know you know that, but he is truly heartbroken.

It's pitiful to see.

Look, Jennifer, is there anything he can do,

any sacrifice he can make to make you change your mind?

Was Major Don Tetley the reason you went AWOL?

No. Tetley were all right. Hard but fair.

We'd come back off a tour of duty,

clearing land mines.

I lost a mate in an expl*si*n.

I felt down. I couldn't shake it off. So I got out.

And got a new identity, thanks to Mr Acott.

I've more than paid him back.

Is that why you're prepared to see him go down for m*rder?

What?

He's admitted to removing the body from the site.

Bob Acott didn't k*ll Tetley.

- Did you? - No.

I reckoned Tetley would return at night to search the site.

I was pretty sure he'd recognised me.

I needed to know if he'd do anything about it.

- Blow the whistle on you? - Yeah.

When I arrived on foot he were already there.

He heard me,

jumped up out of a trench and waved a torch about.

Did you make yourself known?

He didn't give me time.

Soon as the torch picked me out, he turned, tried to run,

fell head first into a trench.

Go on.

I went to help but then I heard a vehicle.

- Mr Acott's? - I didn't wait to find out.

Here you go. Will this do you?

Bernard, that is perfect.

Take him in a mug of tea, would you please, Bellamy.

Right, Sarge.

Do you believe him?

Give me one good reason why I should.

On that site, in the dark,

it could easily have been an accident like he said.

Too easily,

considering that Spendlove had gone to confront Tetley.

PHONE RINGS

And Tetley owed him no favours.

He was obsessed with digging up the past.

Spendlove wanted to bury his.

No, I'd better call CID, let them take over.

Just a second, Sarge. It's the pathologist.

OK. Right. No, I'll tell him.

- Cause of death? - Heart failure.

The state of his ticker was such

that he was living on borrowed time.

What about the bang on the head?

Superficial. Consistent with a fall.

Oh, well.

That's that, then.

What are we all sitting around for, gentlemen?

Let's clear the decks.

We have four people bang to rights here.

Burglary, conspiring to pervert the course of justice,

aiding an army deserter and wasting police time.

There's enough paperwork there to keep you busy for a fortnight.

♪ Oh, every time I see a girl like you

♪ I almost lose my mind ♪

CAR APPROACHING

♪ I love to hold

♪ And leave my girls behind

♪ They remind me of you

♪ They remind me of you

♪ The things that they do

♪ They remind me of you ♪

- She's here. - Who?

- Jennifer. She's come for you. - You're having me on.

Look for yourself.

♪ And every time I see a girl like you... ♪

- GARETH: It's her! - Get your things. Make haste.

♪ They remind me of you

♪ They remind me of you

♪ The things that they do... ♪

Ah! He'll be with you in a moment.

Happy now?

- Everything in? - Think so.

- There's just my guitar. - Ah, yes, the guitar.

♪ They remind me of you

♪ The things that they do... ♪

I don't understand.

Well, the strings wouldn't burn, you see.

Burn?

You did say you'd make any sacrifice to have her back.

- My guitar? - She was very specific.

And, Gareth, in future leave the singing to her, eh?

- I did it! - Thank you.

♪ The things that they do

♪ They remind me of you

♪ They remind me of you

Do you know, I never thought I'd hear myself say these words,

but why don't you put one of your records on, David?