All language subtitles for heartbeat_01e09_primal_instinct

Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in
my memory?

Aiden, sir, please.

Is the constable there?

It's my husband, you see.

He... He's been shot.

We 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.

Welcome to Dartmouth, Yorkshire.

A Scotland Yard thing?

Yeah, according to Blaketon.

But why?

Well, our own fee idea 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 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?

Villains sobbing in the street, begging
you to stay?

Oi.

Chief, it's Vader Merton, Scotland Yard.
Hello, sir. We've been expecting you.

Jack Lanford, my assistant.

We've booked you in at the Aidensfield
Arms, sir. It's cheap but cheerful. I

think you'll be all right there. Oh,
fine, fine.

Having a problem fixing up your D .C.
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.

May I, Jack?

Old Dog will need some office
accommodation.

Well, 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

to it.

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

Oh, nothing special, Sarge.

Um, this your office, is it?

Breathe in.

Your chest sounds all right to me, Mr
Greengrass.

You know, I... Feel... Feel safe,
though, Doctor.

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

No, no, no. I don't want to put you to
no trouble. You know, I was just... I

just checking.

But there was somewhere else I wanted to
ask you.

Yes? Well, you know the other week when
you told your husband about

how Billy Newton broke his arm doing
that robbery, although that wasn't how

said he'd done it?

Yes. Well, would you always tell him? I
mean, like, if, like, 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.

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

Oh, no, no, it's just a touch of cramp,
that's all.

It's nothing really.

Terrific, yeah. How do you like it, Ali?
Aye, not bad.

I've got to say, I thought you'd bought
it before.

Oh, I just fancied it this colour.

I only pull the bears now.

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

Said 12 quid, 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.

Great. See you then.

Yeah, see you.

Didn't I tell you? Only a matter of time
before the work started rolling in.

So where's the big plot, then?

You know that glory all up by
themselves.

You kiddies. And this is my office in
here.

Alf, Nick.

Hello.

So, er, how long are you going to be
here for?

As long as I'm wanted.

Well, er, maybe we could go out,
wouldn't we?

Oh, yeah, that'd be nice.

There's a good little pub I know, so
maybe we could go out. Who are you,

WPC Benson, Sergeant.

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

She's from North Allerton, Sarge. Been
sent here for the murder inquiry.

And what vital role are you to play,
Benson, in helping Scotland Yard track

the killer?

I'm a clerk type, Sergeant.

Oh, well.

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

Right, you lot. I need two filing
cabinets moving to my new office now.

New office, Sarge?

Something funny, Rowan.

Morning. Governor wants to see P .C.
Rowan.

That's me.

Right. You're the first uniform on the
team.

Yeah. P .C. Rowan has his own work to
do.

That's okay, Sarge. It won't take long.

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

Don't worry.

We'll find something for you.

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

Oh, well.

In that case...

Mrs. Gerrard and her mother, Mrs.
Wainwright, arrived back from the

service just after 12.

They discovered the body and phoned us
immediately.

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

Yes, sir.

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.

A silencer, then.

Looks like a professional job.

It's hardly likely to be Mrs. Gerrard,
isn't it?

The local CID haven't got any ideas.

Right.

Thanks, Ron.

Why the hell did he leave the Met

to bury himself in this dead and alive
hole?

You all right, Lincoln?

Oh, no, I'm just twisting myself a bit,
that's all.

Well, you didn't like me, did you?

Get the large whiskey on you.

It's not 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 because our lotters are useless.

That's right.

Head gaffers actually stop in here, you
know.

Ah, well, I suppose somebody in your
business can't afford to be all that

Same again?

Ah, go on.

Sonny Jim will pay for this one.

You what?

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

No, what for?

Came to see you, didn't they?

Pete and Charlie?

You put them on to Alan?

With that re -spray?

Of course I did, lass.

Come on, you.

Probably ought to keep a bit quiet about
it.

Right.

Ta -ra.

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

Sum it up.

So what if Greengrass did put them on to
us? So what?

So... So if he did, it's bound to be
bent, isn't it? We don't know that. We

the money. All I did was respray a car.
Yeah, a car that didn't need respraying.

You heard what he said about that? 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 them you won't.

Right, put that down there.

OK, bring it in here.

Put it out the other side there.

Right, now, then go and get the chair.

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

You drive, Rowan?

Yes, sir. Right, you'll do. Come on.

Here. Come on, Nick.

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

I know you London lads like to stick
together, so I've got a plan to help out

your chum.

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

Paddy! Muriel, how nice to see you.

Oh, Paddy.

Thank God it's you they hadn't.

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

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

Idolized him.

Even became a friend of the family.

So, uh, careful what you say, yeah?

Why the hell persuaded you to come to a
godforsaken spot like this?

Or were you sent here because 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 is he going to be here?

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

Can Blaketon do this? He's done it,
hasn't he?

Go.

Listen, I think I can fiddle a few
bobbin exes.

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

Chinese suit you?

This isn't Soho, Jack.

There's one in Stranford, but it's
pretty ropey. Only ten miles each way.

Bloody hell.

It's a bit London,

isn't it?

Such a bit?

Well,

the views up here.

Meet the ones down the hill up on the
castle, I'll give you that.

There's nothing I can say that always
defeats me quite.

Yeah, you get used to it.

That was great.

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

A game of dart, don't you think?

We've got something else in mind.

Yeah, I have in mind.

A game I play better than dart. A game I
play better than dart.

Erm, great for the moment.

He comes from, erm, North Ballard.

Oh,

have you got a spare front door key, by
the way?

Yeah, there's one on the sideboard. Oh,
there you go.

Right, well, I'll see you people later.

Night.

Night. Bye.

I think George Ballard has missed out
there.

He couldn't compete with that
sophisticated London child.

Well, you'd bill for it.

What are you doing?

I'm just thinking.

These folks from Scotland Yard have set
on the idea that it was a professional

killing.

Well, it makes sense, doesn't it?

I do know this village, love.

Any outsiders, either on a Sunday
morning or just scouting the place out,

someone would have seen something.

Nobody saw anything.

So what's the alternative?

Muriel Gerrard.

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 Gerrard 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 Gerrard put away and who

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

in this area. Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Any questions?

Yes, sir. Right.

Let's get on with it.

I'll give you a buzz later in the hour.

Where were you last night?

I got held up.

It's an accident.

I made arrangements.

Yeah. I'm a bit of a worthy one.

Roger me, yours.

All right, I'll handle.

Just hang around and pick up the pieces.
You can't stay forever.

Neither can she.

There we go. There we go.

Rowan, don't think you can forget your
own job while you're swanning around

these London pals of yours.

No, Sergeant.

Hey, you got a minute?

Opportunity knocked, eh, Nick?

Both of us.

What, were the governor out of the way,
down the smoke for a few days?

How do you mean?

Oh.

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 Gerrard 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

then hid the weapon and calmly went to
church, yeah?

Leaves a detective word to us, eh?

Now, what I want you to do is to take
these statements, go back over them

with the people involved.

Let's see if they've got anything to
add.

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

Yeah, 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 Gerrard was killed, did you
see anything out of the ordinary?

One day is my busiest day, Mr Owen. I
realise that.

Well, we have to still know, though.

I didn't see anything that might
interest you.

Are you a bird watcher?

Magnificent view from up here.

I saw a sparrow hawk the other day.

How about you in gunshot?

Say, between about half past ten, half
past eleven.

No, can't say I did.

Nothing, Mr Rowan. Go on. It's a bit of
a tight squeeze.

Thank you.

All right.

Grand view, isn't it?

That's the Gerrard house over there.

I was showing you one up here on Sunday.

You might have 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?

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 happen to be passive, that's all.

No need for him 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 have shown those to me then.

It might have been easier to save the
legs.

Eh?

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

I might have to get you to a hospital.

Well, I'm not going to no hospital.

As you wish.

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

So, bit of a lie in this morning, then,
eh? Yeah, some of that.

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 cards you want re -spraying.

They're hot, right?

Are they?

Well, aren't they?

Well, does it matter?

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

You're already involved, Alan.

Where do you think the other one came
from?

The motor show?

I didn't know, did I?

Would the police believe that?

Look, I can't help you. What?

Not even for double what you got last
time?

No, thanks.

Cash in hand?

I'd really rather not be honest.

Look, I 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 do 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 Gerrard in the waiting room
this morning. How is she?

Well, I've had to increase the strength
of her tranquiliser. She's having a bad

time. Hardly surprising, really.

Well, the murder made things worse, of
course, but she's been on tranquilisers

far too long.

Oh? Why's 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

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 her.

No, I meant after the murder.

I didn't think of it.

Nobody asked me.

But you're not suggesting that Muriel's
a suspect?

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.

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'd take all the credit for our

hard work.

You don't get to be Detective Chief
Inspector just by opening doors for

you know.

No.

All we need to do is go and clear Muriel
or 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 Gerrard.

Oh. But it is about your husband.

Oh. Please, take a seat, Mrs Gerrard.

Would you say you were happily married,
Mrs. Jones?

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, had you?

Andrew and I never quarrelled.

Never.

What, never?

Or hardly ever?

Never.

All right, Mrs. Gerrard.

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, it hit you, would it?

And it will never hit me.

Are you sure about that? Quite sure,
yes.

Hmm.

What about the black eye he gave you,
then? No.

But it 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 gun?

I don't know anything about the gun. The
gun, Mrs Gerrard, the murder weapon.

Now, why don't you tell me what you did
with it?

know anything about a gun.

Look, 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,
aren't you? This is a murder we're

investigating. Not bleeding chicken,
Rustling. But still no right to treat

like that. Why, listen, pal.

That woman you were 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?

Because without them, this whole thing
becomes pointless. Now what are you on

about? I'm on about us, Jack.

The job.

We protect the public, not terrorise
them. Yeah?

You know what I think, Nicky boy? What?
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.

Well, 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.

Well, 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 green grass.

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.

Legs can give Nick the runaround, is he?

Something like that, yeah.

Yeah, I know that.

Um,

fancy coming down to 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.

I want somebody to tell me what this is
all about.

It's all in good chat.

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

Excuse me, do you know where Jack is?

No, sorry.

Meet me here half an hour ago.

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

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
to the pub and I'll send Jack along when

he turns up?

Go him?

Well, neither of you, if I don't kill
him.

Right, Greengrass.

Pete and Charlie.

Tell us about them.

Who? They nick cars, Greengrass.

Well, I don't know what you're talking
about. Not as Mr Blaketon, though.

You recommended young Alan Maskell to
them.

I did?

Well, he reckoned you did.

Oh, that Pete and Charlie.

Friends of yours, we heard.

No, Mr Leighton, they're not friends of
mine.

I just, like, met them, you know, one
night over at Eckerton Dogs.

Go on.

Well, I've got a couple of cars I wanted
tarting up, you know, so they asked me

if I knew anybody, so I knew that, like,
young Alan had just started on his own,

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

Very generous of you.

It's like the old song in Pitt.

If I can help somebody as I pass along,
then my living's not been in what it is.

Have they got second names, these two?

No, just Pete and Charlie.

Their names, Greengrass.

Pete Davis and Charlie Hastie.

Addressed?

I don't know, honest. I just met them
that night, that's all.

Got a minute, Sergeant?

And you, Nick?

I've just said 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.

Well, can't we keep him overnight?

On what charge?

I might be able to help there.

Just give me a minute with him.

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

Claude. End him further questioning.

Are you charging me?

No.

Well, I've been saying you that.

How's the leg?

Got all the pellets out, did they?

Your missus promised not to say a word.

Oh, Kate didn't.

The hospital did.

It's part of poaching, was it?

Poaching?

Me, yes.

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

behind.

Not that I've said anything to Sergeant
Blaketon.

Not yet, anyway.

I think the night in the cell should
just about cover it.

What do you say?

That was lovely.

Nice meal, attractive company and a
bottle of wine.

What else can a man ask for?

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

I don't understand you, though.

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.

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 -legged and
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.

Hello Nick, can I get a glass of wine
after your hard days 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
in a hurry.

Not particularly.

Did you get a result last night?

Didn't I just?

Don't make them like that round here.

In fact, do us a favour, will you, mate?
What's that?

That your mate from Scotland Yard
dragged this murder out for another

He'll be dead by then.

Ah, what a way to go, eh?

What a way to go.

Hey, hold up.

I'll be there.

I'll fix you later.

Let it go.

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've really got to get ready for work.

I hate to see a beautiful woman like you
get awaited up here.

You're being silly.

Come on, I think you know what I mean.

Get out.

I mean it.

You've got a lovely touch.

Nice perfume, too.

My doctor just smells of carbolic.

Hey, steady, Al.

Al, when you get the stitches out, I'll
make sure it's just the two of us, Mrs

Rowan.

Yeah, done.

Oh.

Very nice.

Very kind.

Come on out.

Thank you, Mrs Rowan.

I'll see you later, love.

Nick.

I want Jack Langford out of our house
tonight.

I think I'm good 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.

The toast was burned and all.

Sarge?

Oh.

Looks like you've been stitched up.

I want a word with you.

Yeah, well, later, right?

No, now.

Look, I haven't got time for this now.
Oh, you had time for trial with my wife

this morning?

Sure.

Dig it out, pal.

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

Yeah, 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's going on?

Nothing, Gough.

I've just had a complaint from Mural
Gerrard about you two.

And now I find you scrapping in the
office.

You've had a complaint from Mrs Gerrard?

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

Yeah, well, I picked up on some local
gossip, sir, which was limited to

that Mrs Gerrard killed her husband.

You what?

Hey, shut up, Rowan.

I'm not interested in your fun.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, 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 have no choice.

No choice.

It was him that gave us the information
for Gould's sake and set them up for us.

Davis and his sidekick have signed a
statement to say that Maskell was in on

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

Now, listen, Rowan.

I know you think you've changed 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 Nick. That's not
for you or me to decide. It's for the

court. 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 go around starting fights or

telling the detection sergeants a few
own truths.

I shouldn't have told you about Jack.

Yes, you should.

What a bastard, though, eh?

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

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 there always are, of course.

Every Sunday, right up until the service
starts.

Go on.

Well, Muriel Gerrard 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

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 virgin 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?

Now look, Mural, 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 an evidence.

Now come on, Mural, 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, and I don't
know why. But you can't do that. Look,

you're not helping, Maddox, honestly.

Mother, 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.

There's a path over here. There must be
a shortcut.

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 virgins saw you and gave you an
alibi.

When you went up to ring the bells, you
had ample time to slip back along this

shortcut, 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 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

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.

Okay, let's go.

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, pretty.

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

Right, sir. Oh, and about that little
trouble with your sergeant.

I'll have to work then, OK?

Thank you, sir. All right.

Bye -bye now.

Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Heartbeat.

Why doesn't love just stay in my memory?