All language subtitles for Heartbeat S01EP09 Primal Instinct

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me? ♪

♪ Heartbeat

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

CHURCH BELLS RINGING

GUNSHOT

WHIMPERS

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Is the constable there?

I'm afraid he isn't
at the moment, no.

It's my husband, you see.

He...

He's been shot.

We'd just got back and
I found him lying there.

We'd been to church.

Andrew was never a churchgoer,
you understand.

When we got back, Muriel
noticed the door was open.

BRAKES SCREECH

Welcome to darkest Yorkshire.

A Scotland Yard team?

Yeah, according to Blaketon.

But why?

Well, our own CID haven't
exactly been doing much.

And, after all, Gerard is one
of their own. Or, rather, was.

You know, that surprised me.

He never struck me
as an ex-copper.

He seemed far too...

Too clever?

Too nice.

He was tough a bit of a
tough guy in his time.

They said when he
collected his gold watch,

you could hear a sigh of
relief right across Soho.

What happened when you left?

Villians sobbing in the street
begging you to stay?

Oi!

Chief Inspector Merton,
Scotland Yard.

Hello, sir.
We've been expecting you.

Jack Langford, my assistant.

We've booked you into
the Aidensfield Arms, sir.

It's cheap, but cheerful.
I think it'll be alright.

Oh, fine, fine.

Having a problem fixing
up your DC here though.

The press have snapped up
every spare bed in the village.

Oh well, do your best then.

If you can't fix him up,
there's always a cell.

Eh, Jack?

Also, we'll need some
office accommodation.

Well uh, we're a bit short
on space, I'm afraid sir.

Oh well, I'm sure you'll come
up with something, Sergeant.

If you put your mind to it.

Well, er... what sort of office
accommodation did you have in mind?

Nothing special, sarge.

Um... this your office, is it?

- Breathe in.
COUGHING

Your chest sounds all right
to me, Mr. Greengrass.

Yeah, well...
COUGHING

If you... if you say so, doctor.

But perhaps I should send
you for a chest X-ray.

Uh no. No, no. I don't want
to put you to no trouble.

You know, I was just
checking, you know.

Um... there was... there was
summat else I wanted to ask you.

Yes?

Well, you know...
you know the other week,

when you... you told your husband

about how Billy Newton broke
his arm during that robbery,

although that wasn't how
he said he'd done it?

Yes.

Well, would you...
would you always tell him?

I mean, like if just the injuries
looked suspicious, but they weren't?

Well, that'd depend
on the circumstances

and the nature of the injury.

Yes. It would, wouldn't it?

Right, well... thank you very much.

GROANS

Something wrong with your
leg is there, Mr. Greengrass?

Oh. No, no. It's er...

It's just a touch of cramp,
that's all. You know.

It's nothing really.

- All right?
- Terrific. Eh, Charlie?

Aye. Not bad.

I got to say, I thought
it was okay before.

Well, I just fancied this colour.
It'll pull the birds now.

I'm glad you're pleased with it.
Alan spent a lot of time on it.

- We said £12, didn't we?
- Yeah.

- Let's make it £15, then, eh?
- Cheers.

So, er... fancy doing
a few more, then?

Why, have you got
one that needs doing?

We might have. See you, then.

- Right, see you, then.
- See you.

Didn't I tell you?

Only a matter of time before
the work started rolling in.

So, where's he been put, then?

You know that glory
hole by the cells?

You're kidding!

This is my office in here.
Alf. Nick.

Hello.

So, er... how long are
you gonna be here for?

As long as I'm wanted.

Well uh, maybe we
could go out one night.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

I know a good pub.
So maybe we go...?

- Who are you, then?
- WPC Benson, sergeant.

That's supposed to mean
something to me, is it?

She's uh... she's from
Northallerton, Sarge.

Been sent here for
the murder inquiry.

And what vital role are
you to play, Benson,

in helping Scotland Yard
track down the killer?

I'm a clerk typist, Sergeant.

Oh, well!

I expect they'll be able to
wrap it up early doors, then.

Right, you lot.

I need two filing cabinets
move in to my new office.

- Now.
- New office, sarge?

Something funny, Rowan?

Morning.

- Guv'nor wants to see PC Rowan.
- That's me.

Right. You the first
uniform on the scene?

- Yeah.
- PC Rowan has his own work to do.

It's okay, sarge.
Won't take long.

Oh, by the way, any joy on
the accommodation front?

Don't worry.
We'll find something for you.

I uh, don't mind
doubling up, sarge.

Come on.

Oh, well... in that case...

Mrs. Gerard and her mother,
Mrs. Wainwright

arrived back from the morning
service just after 12.00.

They discovered the body
and phoned us immediately.

So it was your wife who took
the call from Mrs. Gerard?

- Yes, sir.
- Hmm.

So, that puts the time of death

at some point during
the church service.

Yet no witnesses remember
hearing any shots around that time.

Pretty isolated, this
house, is it, Rowan?

Well, not really, sir, no.

It's close to the church in
the middle of the village.

Hm. A silencer, then.

Looks like a professional job.

Well, it's hardly likely
to be Mrs. Gerard, is it?

The local CID haven't
got any ideas.

Right. Thanks, Rowan.

Why the hell did
he leave the Met

to bury himself in this hole?

You all right there, Claude?

What? Oh no, I've just twisted
myself a bit, that's all.

It isn't like me, is it?

Give us a large whisky, will you?

There's nowt like a good
murder in the village

to get your till jangling,
eh George?

Well, that's one way of
looking at it, I suppose.

They tell me they brought Scotland
Yard in cos our lot are so useless.

That's right. Head gaffer's
actually stopping here, you know.

Ah well, I suppose somebody
in your business

can't afford to be all that picky!

- Same again?
- Aye, go on, then.

- Sonny Jim will pay for this one.
- You what?

Well, I reckon you owe
me one, don't you?

Now, what for?

Well, they came to see you,
didn't they? Pete and Charlie.

You put them on to Alan,
for that re-spray?

Course I did, lass.

Mind you, if I were you,
I'd keep a bit quiet about it.

Right. Ta-ta.

You look as though you'll be
needing a Scotch, Alan lad.

Summat up?

So what if Greengrass
did put them on to us?

So what?! So if he did, it's
bound to be bent, isn't it?

We don't know that.
We need the money.

All I did was re-sprayed a car.

Yeah, a car that didn't
need re-spraying.

- You heard what he said about it.
- Yeah, I heard what he said.

So you think they've been nicked?

If Greengrass had a finger in it, I'd
say there was a definite chance, yeah.

So?

So if they ask you to do any more,
just tell 'em you won't.

Right, put that down there.

And bring it in here.

Put it down the
other side, there.

Right now, then go
and get the chairs.

Need a driver, Sergeant.
Someone who knows the area.

- Do you drive, Rowan?
- Yes, sir.

Right, you'll do. Come on.

See you. Come on, mate.

- I'll see you later then, Sarge.
- Now just a minute, Rowan.

I know how you London
lads like to stick together,

so I've got a plan to
help out your chum.

REPORTERS ALL SHOUTING AT ONCE

Just take it easy. Take it...
All right. Just settle down.

Damn vultures!

Can't you do something?
It's getting my daughter down.

- Oh, Paddy!
- Muriel, how nice to see you.

(SOBBING)
Oh, Paddy.

- Thank God it's you they've sent.
- Let's go inside.

You see as far as Paddy Merton
is concerned, this one's personal.

He used to work for Gerard
for years as his DS.

Idolised him.
Even became a friend of the family.

So er... careful what
you say, yeah?

What the hell persuaded you

to come to a godforsaken
spot like this?

Or were you sent here cos
you was a naughty boy?

Something like that.

- Hi.
- Kate.

Meet DC Jack Langford.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Are you staying for dinner?

A bit longer than that.

Blaketon's billeted Jack with us.

How long he's gonna be here?

Until we can find him somewhere
else or until this case is over.

How can Blaketon do this?

He's done it, hasn't he?

So...

Listen, I think I can fiddle
a few bob in excess.

Why not I take the two
of you out for dinner?

Chinese suit you?

This isn't Soho, Jack.

There's one in Strandsford,
but it's pretty rocky.

And it's ten miles each way.

Bloody hell.

Don't you miss it?
London, I mean.

Not a bit.

Well, the views up here

beat the ones down the Elephant
and Castle, I'll give you that.

I don't think I could stand
all this peace and quiet.

Ah, you get used to it.

- That was great. Thanks.
- You're welcome.

So, what passes for a sophisticated
evening up here then?

A game of darts down t'pub?

Have you got something
else in mind?

Yeah, I have, as it happens.

Game I play better than darts,
with that WPC.

Who's this?

Um... Rachel, her name is.

She comes from,
um... Northallerton.

I just love that accent.

Have you got a spare
front door key?

- Yeah, there's one on the sideboard.
- Oh, sweet.

Right. I'll see you good
people later. Night.

- Night.
- Bye.

I think Phil Bellamy's
missed out here.

Couldn't compete with that
sophisticated London charm.

Well, you fell for it!

What are you doing?

I'm just thinking.

These blokes from Scotland Yard...

...they're set on the idea that
it was a professional killing.

That makes sense, doesn't it?

Well, you know this village, love.

Any outsider's here
on a Sunday morning,

or just scouting the place out.

Someone would've seen something.

And nobody saw anything.

So what's the alternative?

Muriel Gerard.

She's a nervous wreck.

And besides, she was in the
church when he was murdered.

Her mother left for church early
that morning to arrange the flowers.

She was alone with him for
half an hour before the service.

Maybe the time of death
was earlier than we think.

Andy Gerard wasn't
just a good detective.

He was one of the best
Scotland Yard ever had.

Which means he
made lots of enemies.

People who swore at that
time that they wouldn't rest

until he was six feet under.

So... four men that Detective Chief
Superintendent Gerard put away

and who've all been released
in the last 12 months.

Every one of them a known villain,

every one of them well
capable of murder.

Now, the situation is this.

I've got to go back to London
for a couple of days.

But while I'm away,

I want these photographs shown
to every man, woman and child

in this area. Is that clear?

Any questions?

Right. Let's get on with it.

Er... can I have a word with Bill.

Yeah. I'll give you a
buzz later at the Yard.

- Where were you last night?
- I uh, I got held up.

- What about tonight, then?
- Sorry. I've made arrangements.

- Nick.
- Yah?

If you could've had a word with er...
that lodger mate of yours.

You knew I had her lined up.

Just hang around to pick up the pieces.
He can't stay forever.

Neither can she.

Rowan, don't think you
can forget your own job

while you're swanning around
with these London pals of yours.

No, Sergeant.

- Nick. Have you got a minute?
- Yeah.

So, opportunity knocks, eh, Nick?
For both of us.

What with the guv'nor out
of the way for a few days.

How do you mean?

Well...

- To make a name for ourselves.
- Oh, right.

Now, what I propose is...

I know your boss is convinced
it's an outside job.

What, and you're not?

Well, Muriel Gerard was
alone with her husband

for at least half an hour
before the service.

Her mother went to church
early to arrange the flowers.

It's all there in one of the
statements somewhere.

I see. So Muriel Gerard
fitted a silencer to her gun,

blew her husband away,
then hid the weapon

and calmly went to church, yeah?

Leave the detective
work to us, eh?

Now, what I want you to do
is to take these statements.

Go back over them again
with the people involved.

See if they've got
anything to add.

If they have, try and
get it in English, eh?

Ya, I just want to check a few
points with you, Mr. Shaw.

Fine. Don't mind if I
carry on while we talk?

No.

The day Mr. Gerard was killed,

did you see anything
out of the ordinary?

- Sunday's my busiest day, Mr. Rowan.
- I realise that.

Well, the answer's still no, though.

I didn't see anything
that might interest you.

Are you a bird-watcher?

Magnificent view from up here.

I saw a sparrowhawk the other day.

How about hearing gunshots?

Say between about half-past
ten and half-past eleven?

No. Can't say I did.

How's that, Mr. Rowan? Come on,
it's a bit of a tight squeeze.

Thank you.

That's all right.

Grand view, isn't it?

That's the Gerard house over there.

Shame you weren't up here on Sunday.
You might've seen something.

Well I was, actually.

Well, two floors down.

Ringing the bells.

Can't see anything from there.

Mrs. Wainwright.

Her husband's been
dead for 15 years

but she still tends
his grave regularly.

She'll have two
graves to tend now.

Makes you feel proud, doesn't it?

♪ THE BEATLES: I Feel Fine ♪

♪ Baby buys her things you know ♪

♪ He buys her diamond
rings you know ♪

♪ She said so ♪

♪ She's in love with me
and I feel fine ♪

♪ She's in love with me
and I feel fine ♪

It's Dr. Rowan.

Mr. Greengrass,
what's the matter?

Shotgun pellets, right?

Could have been, I suppose.

From a gamekeeper's
shotgun, presumably.

I just happened to be
passing, that's all.

No need to be afraid to go
shooting at me like that!

So that was what it was all about.

What?

That nonsense in the
surgery yesterday.

You're a stupid man,
Mr. Greengrass.

You should've shown
those to me then.

It might have been
easier to save the leg.

Eh?

The pellets are still in there.
And they're going septic.

I'm going to have to
get you to a hospital.

I'm not going to no hospital.

As you wish.

But you do realise if gangrene sets in,
they may have to amputate.

So, a bit of a lie-in this
morning then, eh?

Yeah, something like that.

Yeah, nice work if you can get it.

Got another little spray job
for you if you're interested?

I don't think I am, really.

- Oh? How come?
- Well, I'm dead busy.

You weren't so busy the
other day, were you?

Look, cards on the table.

These cars you want re-spraying,
they're hot, right?

- Are they?
- Well, aren't they?

What does it matter?

Yeah, I don't want to be involve
with something that's bent.

You're already involved, Alan.

Where did you think the
other one came from?

The Motor Show?

I didn't know, did I?

Will the police believe that?

Look, I can't help you.

Why? Not even for double
what you got last time?

- No thanks.
- Cashing on?

I really rather not,
to be honest.

Look, I'll tell you what, kid.

Just the one more job, all right?

Just the one, eh, Charlie?

Then, if you decide you've had
enough, that's it. No hard feelings.

What d'you say, eh?

- Another one?
- That's what they said.

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

I know exactly what I'm doing.

If I'd left it any longer, Greengrass
might really have lost a leg.

Serve him right, the old devil.

I saw Muriel Gerald in the waiting
room this morning. How is she?

Well, I had to increased the
strength of her tranquillizers.

She's having a bad time.

Hardly surprising, really.

Well, the murder made
things worse, of course.

But she's been on
tranquillizers far too long.

Oh, why is that?

Mainly because of
that husband of hers.

I can't say I'm surprised that
somebody's done away with him.

I've heard nothing but
what a great man he was.

Brilliant detective,
big charity worker.

Probably because he hoped
there was a gong in it for him.

You know, one day,
a few months ago,

Muriel came into the surgery
with all this bruising.

- Bruising?
- Black eye. A real shiner.

She'd walked into a cupboard
door, so she said.

Well, it does happen.

Gerard had done it. She told me.

Why didn't you tell the police?

Nothing to do with them.

No. I meant after the murder.

I didn't think of it.
Nobody asked me.

Well, you're not suggesting
that Muriel's a suspect?

Nick.

You've been keeping
secrets from me.

I've only just found out.

You took Greengrass to the hospital.

They called me to report
a gunshot wound.

Unless there's another Dr. Rowan.

Never mind Greengrass. I've just found
out something much more important.

I don't believe this.

I mean, what the hell
is going on here?

Gerard's a wife-beater

and we only find out
about it because

a couple of quacks are gossiping
about it in their coffee break?!

Even so, Jack, it puts Muriel
Gerard in a different light.

Too bloody right, it does.

So what shall we do?
Phone Merton?

- No.
- Why not?

Because I know him of old.

He's a sly old sod,
just like all the others.

He'll take all the credit
for our hard work.

You don't get to be Detective
Chief Inspector

just by opening doors
for people, you know.

No.

What we need to do is go see Muriel
Gerard before he gets back. Like now.

Come in here, please.

My daughter won't be a moment.

Thank you, Mrs. Wainwright.

- Hello.
- Mrs. Gerard.

It's about the body, is it?

The body?

Releasing my husband's
body for burial.

Only the vicar was
asking about it.

- I'm afraid not, Mrs. Gerard.
- Oh.

But it is about your husband.

Please, take a seat, Mrs. Gerard.

Thank you.

So... would you say you were
happily married, Mrs. Gerard?

Well...

Yes, of course we were.

Andrew and I were
devoted to each other.

- That's not our information.
- Oh?

- Quite the opposite, in fact.
- Oh?

That Sunday morning,

you and him hadn't had a barney
by any chance, did you?

Andrew and I never quarrelled.
Never.

What, never?

- Or hardly ever?
- Never.

How long were you married,
Mrs. Gerard?

35 years.

At least we would
have been this July.

And in all that time, you never
had so much as one harsh word?

Not even one?

Well, I suppose we must
have had one, yes.

You see, I'm... not very bright
sometimes about things.

In fact, I can be quite stupid.

And when you were,
he'd hit you, would he?

Andrew never hit me!

- Are you sure about that?
- Quite sure, yes.

Hmm...

And what about the black
eye he gave you, then?

No!

- He was cruel to you sometimes?
- No.

You usually just accepted it,

but that morning he
just went too far, right?

So then you just went and got
the gun and you shot him, right?

What, what gun?
I don't know anything about...

THE gun, Mrs. Gerard!
The murder weapon!

Why don't you tell me
what you did with it.

I don't know anything
about a gun!

We'll find it, you know, even if
we have to rip this place apart

- we will find it!
- All right!

Now, that's quite enough,
do you hear? Quite enough.

How dare you speak to my daughter
like that in her own house?

Where do you people think you are?
Soviet Russia?

Jesus Jack, you're a bit
strong on her, weren't you?

This is a murder
we're investigating.

Bleeding chicken rustling.

- Still no right to treat a...
- Quiet, listen pal!

That woman you are
so concerned about

has almost certainly
topped her husband.

And he was an ex-cop.

So what the bloody hell has
rights got to do with anything.

Without, this whole
thing becomes pointless.

Now, what are you on about?

I'm on about us, Jack. The job.

We're to protect the public,
not terrorised them.

Yeah? You know what
I think, Nicky boy?

I think you should take a
long hard look at yourself

and see what's happened to you since
you moved up here to Never Never Land.

Or maybe you just couldn't hack
it down at the sharp end.

Right. Well, thanks
for telling us, Alan.

I couldn't do anything else.

Give us a bell as soon as
you hear from them again.

Right. Well, I'll see you.

- Bye.
- Right, Rowan, off you go.

- Go where, Sarge?
- Bring in Greengrass.

If anyone knows about those
two villains, it's Greengrass.

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Hi.

Sorry, love, say again.

How late?

But the meal.

Typical Blaketon.

Yes, I understand,
I understand.

All right. See you
when I see you. Bye.

Blaketon giving Nick
the run-around, is he?

- Something like that, yes.
- Yeah, I know how that feels.

Um... fancy coming down
the pub for a drink?

No, thanks.

I tell you what.
Jack, are you hungry?

This'll be ruined by
the time he gets back.

Well, if you're sure
Nick won't mind.

Too bad if he does.

- Hello.
- Hi.

I wish somebody would tell
me what this is all about.

All in good time.

- I'll be with you in a minute, Alf.
- Right.

- Excuse me, d'you know where Jack is?
- No. Sorry.

Supposed to meet me
here half an hour ago.

I'm sorry, I haven't seen him.

Oh, I'll give him a
couple of minutes.

Isn't it about time
for your break, Phil?

More or less.

Rachel, why don't you and
Phil go down the pub

and I'll send Jack along
when he turns up.

I'm not going.

Well, neither is he,
if I don't tell him.

BLAKETON: Right, Greengrass.
Pete and Charlie.

Tell us about them.

- Who?
- They nick cars, Greengrass.

I don't know what you're talking
about. Honest, Mr. Blaketon.

You recommended young
Alan Maskell to them.

I did?

Well, he reckons you did.

Oh, THAT Pete and Charlie.

Friends of yours, we heard.

No, Mr Blaketon.
They are not friends of mine.

I just met 'em, you know, one
night, over at Eckerton Dogs.

Go on.

Well, they said one of them got a
couple of cars they wanted tarting up.

You know, so they asked
me if I knew anybody.

So I, knew that young Alan
had just started on his own,

so I thought I'd stick a
bit of business his way.

Very generous of you.

Well, it's like the
old song, ain't it?

If I can help somebody
as I pass along,

then my living's not
been in whatsit, has it?

Have they got second
names, these two?

No, just Pete and Charlie.

Their names, Greengrass.

Pete Davies and Charlie Hasty.

Addresses?

I don't know. Honest. I just
met 'em that night, that's all.

Got a minute, sarge?
And you, Nick.

I've uh, I've just had Alan
Maskell on the blower.

Those two lads are bringing in another
stolen car first thing tomorrow.

Right. Hang on a minute.
What about Greengrass?

He'll tip them off.

- Oh, can't we keep him overnight?
- On what charge?

I might be able to help there.

Just give me a minute with him.

GROANS

Afraid I'm going to have to lock
you up for the night, Claude,

pending further questioning.

- Are you charging me?
- No.

Well... I'll be seeing you, then.

GROANS

How's the leg?

Got all the pellets out, did they?

Your missus promised
not to say owt.

Oh, Kate didn't.
The hospital did.

Spot of poaching, was it?

Poaching! Me?

I had a call from John Rawlings,
you know.

Saying he thought
he'd winged someone

by accident up on the estate.

Someone doing a
spot of poaching,

judging by the traps and
snares he'd left behind.

Not that I've said anything
to Sergeant Blaketon.

Not yet, anyway.

I think a night in the cells
should just about cover it.

What d'you say?

Thanks. That was lovely.

Nice meal, attractive company,
a bottle of wine.

What else could a man ask for?

Remind my husband of that
when you see him, will you?

I don't understand, you know, how
you can be content to live up here.

I think I'd miss the
bright lights too much.

It suits us.
Nick had had enough of London.

Well, you know what
the man says...

If you're tired of London,
you're tired of life.

Yeah? Well, he wasn't a copper.

Nick's different from you, Jack.

He has his own ideas of what
he'd like to do with his life.

Yeah?

Like being that pillock Blaketon's
whipping boy for the next 20 years?

He can do better than that.

You know, you don't have to
stay in and keep me company.

I can't imagine anyone else I'd
rather spend the evening with.

I'm sure you can find someone
who'd lap up all your rubbish.

Let me top you up.

Ah, Nick. Fancy a glass of wine
after your hard day's work?

I think there's a drop left.

♪ Oh, little baby

♪ You know I've been away

♪ Oh, little baby

♪ You know I'm home today

♪ And don't you know that

♪ Everything's all right... ♪

Oh. I was just going to use the
bathroom. Are you in a hurry?

Not particularly.

♪ ...hold your hand
Be your loving man

♪ Let me hold your hand
Be your loving man ♪

♪ Let me hold your hand
Be your loving man... ♪

♪ Oh, little baby... ♪

Did you get a result last night?

Did I just?

They don't make them
like that round here.

In fact, do us a favour,
will you mate?

What's that?

Get your mates
from Scotland Yard

drag this murder out
for another month.

You'll be dead by then.

Ah, what a way to go, eh?
What a way to go!

Hey, hold up.

♪ Let me give you loving
like nobody can

♪ Let me give you loving
like nobody can... ♪

Morning, Alan.

Bastard!

Hold it there, son.

I'll fix you later!

Is Nick gone?

Yes, another case. Not yours.

Um... I'd like to thank
you for last night.

No need.

- Are we still friends?
- If you like.

Kate.

I really got to get
ready for work.

I hate to see a beautiful woman
like you go to waste up here.

You're being silly.

Oh, come on,
I think you know what I mean.

Get out.

I mean it.

You've got a lovely touch.

Nice person too.

Hi Doctor.

Just smells of carbolic.

Aye, steady, Alf.

Let me get these stitches out.

I'll make sure it's just the
two of us, Mrs. Rowan.

- There. Done.
- Oh. Very nice.

- Very kind.
- Come on, Alf.

Thank you, Mrs. Rowan.

- I'll see you later, love.
- Nick.

I want Jack Langford out
of our house tonight.

I think I'm going to
have a word with my

solicitor about all
this, Mr. Blaketon.

Detained overnight
without charges.

If I were you, Greengrass, I'd
leave now, while you still can!

- Me toast was burned an' all!
- Out!

Sarge.

Looks like you've
been stitched up!

I want a word with you.

Yeah, well... later, eh?

No. Now.

Look, I haven't got
time for this now.

You had time to try it on
with my wife this morning.

You what?

Leave it out, pal!

Or otherwise you might hear
something you don't want to.

All right, Jack. I'm listening.

It wasn't me.
I didn't do nothing.

It was all her.

You haven't even got
the guts to admit it.

What?

What the hell is going on?

Nothing, guv.

I've just had a complaint from
Muriel Gerard about you two.

And now I find you
scrapping in the office.

You've had a complaint
from Mrs. Gerard?

She says you both went round there
and gave her the third degree.

- Sir...
- Well, I picked up on

some local gossip, sir,

which has led me to believe that
Mrs. Gerard killed her husband.

- You what?
- Hey, shut up, Rowan.

I'm not interested in your fight.

- Sir...
- Out you go. I'll talk to you later.

So, what's been going on, then?

Thanks a bloody bunch, mate.

Really terrific, that.

What's all that about?

You mean you don't know?
You really don't know?

We trusted you!

A fat lot of good it did us!

What's going on?

I don't believe you, sarge.

You don't believe what?

You're charging Alan Maskell
with receiving stolen goods.

I had no choice.

No choice?

It was him that gave us the
information, for God's sake,

and set them up for us.

Davies and his sidekick
has signed a statement

to say that Maskell was in
on it from the beginning.

They swear he only came to
us because he got cold feet.

Well, they would say
that, wouldn't they?

To get back at him
for shopping them.

Now listen, Rowan.

I know you think you've
change that kid

from a tearaway into
a respectable citizen,

but it's their word against his.

And he did make money
from that first car.

He didn't know it was nicked.

That's not for you or me to decide.
It's for the courts.

I had no choice
but to charge him.

Or to put it another way

you're just covering
your own arse as usual.

I'll just pretend I never
heard that, Rowan!

- I'm finished.
- Oh, don't say that, Nick.

There's no future in the forces
for coppers who goes around

starting fights or telling their section
sergeants a few home truths.

I shouldn't have
told you about Jack.

Yes you should.

What a bastard, eh?

You should have seen the way
he went for Muriel Gerard.

Do you still think she did it?

It seems odd that
nobody heard any shots.

Only they wouldn't
have, would they?

What?

Heard the sound of any gunshots.

Not if the bells were ringing.

Which they always are, or course.

Every Sunday right up
until the service starts.

Go on.

Well, Muriel Gerard was seen
chatting with someone...

...in the churchyard,
before the bells started ringing.

And then she went
into the service.

Now if the murder happened
when the bells were ringing,

then there's no way
she could have done it.

And if it wasn't a professional
hit with a silencer,

and Merton can't seem
to find anyone...

...then who did it?

Now you're back to square one.

What about the mother?

She came to church early to
arrange the flowers, didn't she?

Yeah, the verger confirmed
she was in the vestry.

Well, there you are, then.

But he was up in the belfry
during the bell-ringing.

So in that time, she could
have been anywhere.

Muriel, why didn't you
tell me he'd hit you?

What's happening, Paddy?

They think I killed Andrew!

You must tell me the truth.
Then I can help you.

What's happening?

Just trust me.
Tell me what happened.

Don't you believe me?

Just a minute, Muriel.
Just a minute.

We'd, er... better get
her down to the station.

- Get her coat.
- Okay, guv.

Now look, Muriel,
you must come with us.

Now...

you're not obliged
to say anything,

unless you wish to do so.

What you say may be taken down
and may be given in evidence.

Now, come on, Muriel, let's go down
to the station and have a little chat.

- What do you think you're doing?
- Come on. Come on.

- They're taking me, Mother.
- Come on, come on.

- And I don't know why.
- But you can't do that.

Look, you're not helping
matters, honestly.

- Mother!
- You don't understand.

Look, I realise you've had a shock.

I can get someone to stay
with you, if you like.

Come on, Langford.

And there's a path over here.
It must be a short cut.

I saw it from up in the tower.

Now she had plenty of time
to get there and back

and nobody would
have seen her.

They've taken my daughter
to the police station!

She didn't do it.

Surely they must know that.

Well, I don't think she did it.

Of course not.
She knew nothing about it.

She's frightened of her own
shadow, let alone Andrew.

So that just leaves you.

You went to church early
to arrange the flowers.

The verger saw you.
He gave you an alibi.

When he went up to ring the bells,

you had ample time to slip
back along this short cut,

kill Gerard and get
back before the service.

No-one saw you, and the sound
of the bells drowned the shots.

- Do you have children?
- No.

Then you may not understand.

But I'll try to explain.

Come with me.

It's a question of instinct, really.

I was the only thing that
stood between them.

His constant bullying
and violent tempers.

He'd spent too many
years with criminals.

Treated us with the
same contempt.

But when he finally hit her...

I couldn't stand it any longer.

But he told me that if I interfered
he would put me in a home.

What else could I do
to save my daughter?

After all, it is the
most primal instinct

in a mother to
protect her young.

May God forgive me.

My husband's grave.

My husband's old army revolver.

In India, we women
learned to use firearms.

I thought it would
be safe by his side.

♪ I know all there is to know

♪ About the crying game ♪

♪ I've had my share

♪ Of the crying game ♪

♪ First there are kisses ♪

♪ Then there are sighs ♪

♪ And then before you
know where you are ♪

Well done, Rowan.

You'll be getting a commendation out
of this if it's anything to do with me.

Thank you, sir.

So, you're planning to stay up
in Yorkshire, then, are you?

Yes, sir.

You've no desire to
come back to the Met?

Not really, no.

Oh, pity.

Well, if ever you change your
mind, you know where I am.

Right, sir.

Oh, and about that er... little
trouble with your sergeant.

- I've had a word there, okay?
- Thank you, sir.

All right. Okay. Bye-bye, now.