All language subtitles for Heartbeat s14e01 Money, Money, Money

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

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

Here that lonesome river will

be sound to blue hit fly.

The midnight train is wide

and low.

And I'm so...

So the dogs woke you up, you saw the
fire, and this, but you saw no -one. I

don't need to see anyone to know who's
behind this.

No?

I hire this machinery out to other
farmers.

If it doesn't work, they go elsewhere.

There's only one other place you can go
round here.

Ken Dixon's yard in Ashfordly.

You're not suggesting he was behind
this, are you? I would have thought that

were obvious.

Hang on, have you got any evidence for
that?

Ever since he opened, there's been
trouble.

Muscling in on my business.

Claiming to offer cheaper deals.

That's just competition.

There's nothing criminal in that.

Doesn't mean he'd set fire to your
equipment.

Oh? Who else would do it, then?

I'll tell you something, lad. If you lot
don't sort him out, I will.

Looks like half and sad.

He reckoned it was his competitor.

Ken Dixon?

Have you spoken to him?

No. I thought I'd better get back here
first. I was being so short -handed.

Imagine.

Two days ago, Jenny and I were gazing
out over a clear blue sea to the cooling

hills of Skye.

You had a good break, then?

Well, after the tragedy of losing Steve
Crane, it was a chance to get away and

take stock.

Look at our own lives for a bit.

And here I am, back to reality with a
bump, a mountain of paperwork, manpower

shortages and warring farm contractors.

Clive Thornby's place is on the
Edensfield patch, isn't it?

Yeah.

Um, Steve's replacement's due any time,
isn't he?

He reports for duty tomorrow.

Well, shall I pass this on to him, then?

Well, he already has a last backlog to
pick up on.

Look, Sarge, people in the village have
been asking about the new PC.

Well, I don't have a name to give them.
I haven't seen general orders yet.

Never mind that. There's nobody here to
man the radio or the phones.

Is Ventress no longer grating us with
his presence?

No, he's taken the day off to plumb in
the new twin tub.

Oh, is he indeed?

I've got a deadline to meet.

I'm going to see you make it on time.

Because you're working for the man.

You're working for the man.

You've got to make him a man. What if he
should be in demand, eh?

He practically begged me to down tools
and go in.

As soon as he can, Alf, it'll be really
appreciated.

You wasted no time responding, then. I
don't dance to his tunes anymore.

It's nice.

I want to come and see my old mate.

Not bad, these grapes.

I wouldn't know. I haven't had one yet.

Back to four, mighty Oscar?

I'm as fit as a fiddle. Any idea when I
can get out of here? That'll be up to

your consultants to decide.

I'm just here to discuss the charity run
for the new dialysis machine.

But I'll pop back later and have a chat.

Well, I'd better be going.

Merton obviously can't do without me.

Oh, any news on the new copper?

No. You're slipping up.

There was a time he'd have had his life
history by now.

Oh, he arrives tomorrow.

I'll get his measure soon enough.

Enjoy your grapes.

Thanks a bunch.

Booking's months ahead. We're doing
really well.

Well, Clive Formby reckons that you're
struggling.

You're doing everything you can to take
business away from him. Good old Clive.

First he tried to stop him in planning
permission.

Then I was stealing customers.

Now I'm torturing his machinery.

So you know nothing about this, then?

Course not.

Clive's machinery's like him.

Clapped out.

Maybe you should look closer to home.

He'll pick up a tidy sum on insurance.

Excuse me.

Gendixson?

Sorry, Liv.

I need a breather.

I am so unfit.

Could have done with a longer break.

You enjoyed it, though.

It was just what we needed.

My lovely husband wined and dined me
every night. Brought me full breakfast

bed. Well, no wonder you're out of
condition then.

Sorry. It's OK.

I've got to stop anyway.

I have a patient to see.

Old Gilbert Percy.

They're making him go into a home,
aren't they?

He doesn't want to, but his face is so
badly run down.

I thought you were going to help with
some painting and decorating, dear.

Morning, ladies.

Keeping fit, I see.

Morning, Vernon.

You entering the charity round for the
hospital?

Oh, I'm built for comfort, not for
speed, Jenny.

But you know me and charity, I'm not
backward in coming forward. Oh, of

you're not.

I mean, I'm no runner.

But anything else I can do to help,
don't hesitate to ask.

Actually, now that you mention it,
Vernon, there is a charitable task you

help me with.

Mr Percy's rather frail. He wants to
stay here, but there's concern about the

state of the place.

As you can see, it's in need of
renovation and refurbishment.

Yeah. He did a good lick of paint as
well.

If it gets any worse, he's going to have
to go into a home.

I have a lot of work here, Doctor.

I know.

And Mr Percy can't afford to pay, which
is where I thought your charitable

disposition might come in.

You are supposed to be in bed, Mr Percy,
not down here.

Who are these?

Volunteers to help clean up.

I have nothing to pay them with.

This is David and this is Vernon.

Vernon?

My cousin Vernon, welcome by my soul.

Shakespeare, Henry for about one.

It is not well that you and I should
meet under such terms.

I don't think we can help, Doctor.

I mean, we've no experience of painting
and decorating.

Yes, we have.

We did the doctor's surgery for her. It
was a lovely job.

What I meant was, we're not proper
painters and decorators.

Oh, no. We have done it before, though.

You have promised me, Vernon, that when
it comes to helping people, you are

never backward about coming forward.

There's no more faith in thee than in a
stewed prune.

All you can do with this.

The phone's hardly stopped.

Phil called to say he's got nowhere with
Ken Dixon.

He's taken the petrol can to the garage
to see if Bernie can remember filling it

for anyone.

Sounds like a long shot to me.

Jenny rang. Can she put your name down
for the hospital charity run? Where does

she think I'm going to go at the time?

And Mrs Watson from Aidensfield called.

Her neighbour's away.

Some shady character stayed in the empty
house there last night.

What makes her say he was shady?

Oh, thought he looked the criminal type.

Arrived last night. He was wandering
about with a fuel can.

For goodness sake, Ventress, we had an
arson last night.

That could be important.

Contact Bellamy and get him round to us
straight away.

I've already passed the information on
to him, Sergeant.

He was in the job for some time, you
know.

David, you're wasting your time.

We got shot of all that paint stuff ages
ago.

I'm sorry, Doctor, I don't think we can
help.

Couldn't we buy some paint?

I mean, you always know how to get
things cheaply, and I'd chip in.

Oh, no, I mean, the cost of decorating
stuff these days is very high.

Mr Berman?

He would act, I can't say for certain it
was that particular cat.

Well, er...

Could you give me his description?

I got a good look this morning.

I reckon I know him.

It was Bobby Walker, Jake Walker's lad.

Jake Walker?

Oh, bad thought.

Left the area several years ago.

Should have been sent to prison.

Probably could have been about 15, 16
then.

But I reckon it were him.

Bitty image of his dad.

Don't tell me you're still here. P .C.

Ventress, isn't it?

I'd have thought you'd retired by now.

Good heavens.

Bobby Walker. I prefer Rob to Bobby
these days.

What can I do for you?

You've not been causing any trouble, I
hope. You can make him a cup of tea for

start, please, Alf.

PC Walker is our new man in Aidensfield.

Glad to meet you, Robert.

PC Walker?

Oh, steady on, Oscar.

Remember your condition.

Are you telling me the son of one of the
most slippery villains in Aidensfield

is our new copper?

He beggars belief.

Well, I couldn't believe it myself.

Oh, now I've heard everything.

I know standards have dropped since our
day after this takes the biscuit.

Recruiting now from the criminal
fraternity. Oh, Bobby was never a

himself, Oscar. I mean, he'd never have
joined with a record.

Well, he may not have had a record, but
he was a lying little so -and -so. He

gave his dad a false alibi and got him
off a very serious robbery charge just

before the family up sticks and cleared
out of the area.

And now he's back in uniform, a copper.

It's unbelievable.

Oh, you're looking very pale tonight,
Vernon.

We're not poorly, are we?

No, that's paint.

We've been decorating Gilbert Percy's
place.

As well as Vernon's face, you mean.

You can laugh.

The bat's killing me.

He's barmy, that old man.

Kept wanting me to read Shakespeare to
him. We were there till gone six.

And with him lying through his teeth, he
never had enough evidence to get his

dad into court.

Jake just sneered at me when he walked
free.

I'll never forgive Robbie for that.

Rob. He likes to recall Rob now.

Oh, does he?

Well, he certainly robbed me of a
conviction.

Local copper or not, he won't be welcome
in the Aidensfield Arms, I'm telling

you that.

Oh, steady on, Oscar.

I mean, let's give the lad a chance.

I'm sorry, Alf. I'm going to tell Gina.

If he shows his face in there, he's not
to be served.

I gather from Alf that you lived in the
village as a lad.

Yeah, yeah, I came down a day early to
get a feel for the place again.

And?

An old mate lets me stay in his empty
house.

Neighbour spots me going inside with a
paraffin can. For the story.

Next thing I know, I'm prime suspect in
an arson case on my own pap.

Gina, pin one of these up in here.

Just put it over there by the door, Ben.

Thank you.

We're still £1 ,000 short of the target.

Not that people around here aren't very
generous when it comes to charity.

Oh, we are, Doctor, but at what cost?

I mean, I won't be able to do any more.

I've done me backing, haven't I, David?

Well, I did most of the work.

When all he did was he went in and sat
down and drank tea and read...

Shakespeare stuff to Gilbert.

It was a very uncomfortable chair.

I'm in agony.

Look. Don't strip off yet, Vernon.

Run's not till Saturday.

Have a nice rest and you'll be fine.

I am relying on you, Vernon.

Yeah, we both are.

Ta -ra.

Liz?

Liz Merrick, Rob Walker.

Our new PC in the police house. I'm the
local GP. It's good to meet you. And

you. And this is Ben Norton.

He's the land agent on the Ashfordly
estate.

I know.

Liv and I are organising a charity run
for the hospital on Saturday.

Can I put your name down? I'll be on
duty, unfortunately.

Never mind.

Excuse us.

Attractive woman. Lucky man.

Local boy or not, I think it's going to
take you a while to find out who's who.

This couple, for instance.

He's well -to -do in council planning, I
think.

Rob, mate. Great. Good to see you. All
right, mate.

Jan. Rob.

Oh, Phil. This is Craig and Sian
Buckley, some old friends of mine. Nice

you. How do you do? I was trying to show
him the Robs, but he knows more people

than I do.

Listen, I'll leave you guys to catch it.

Got your letter.

A placement, eh?

Incredible. You've done well. I thought
so have you. Mr Town Planner.

Not bad for a couple of snotty -nosed
kids like us, eh?

Hey, I... Took a look down our old
terraced street this morning. They wear

-detached these days.

You're coming for a meal tomorrow night.
We want to know for an answer.

Love to.

Of all the coppers in the county, I
thought he'd have been the last one that

sent to Aidensfield.

Why? He knows the area.

And that could be useful.

Well, the area knows him. Jake Walker
was notorious.

No one in the village had a good word
for him.

Well, Rob met a couple of friends last
night.

Nice, well -to -do people.

And they think Lee's going to have to
see him.

Well, they might have been.

But lots of others might not.

So, it's true.

We've a convicted criminal, son for a
bobby.

Mr. Formey, what can I do for you?

I was told to bring details of arson
damage and insurance claim.

Thank you very much, Mrs Leghorn. Thank
you.

Is that it for surgery?

David?

I'm having a bit of trouble touching my
toes, Doctor.

Jenny said that I had to be fit and in
good health.

David wants to enter the charity round.

Yeah, I heard you say last night that
you wanted some more runners.

Well... Sponsors and that.

Well, I don't see why you can't.

You look as fit as some of the other
runners we've got.

Really?

Oh, right.

Better get fancy now.

Your insurance company can contact us if
they like. That's the crime number

there. OK, nothing like a replacement
value.

Phil, if there's no danger of your lot
charging Ken Dixon, that's all the

recompense I can hope for.

We're not sure who's responsible yet.

We're still pursuing inquiries.

I had little enough faith in police
before.

I've none at all now.

Dr Merrick's been on the phone.

Oh, what does she want?

She wants to know if you're going to
finish what you started.

Gilbert Percy's place.

Where's David?

He can sort it out.

He's out training for that charity run.

And I've got work for him.

I went through all this yesterday.

I'm the officer taking over the case.

I don't seem to have a record of where
you were at the time of the arson

In bed.

Asleep. With me wife.

Oscar.

We ran a bar in Spain before we came
here.

Spain to here.

Bit of a change?

My wife's not happy with the Yorkshire
weather, I can tell you.

Is that all?

Yeah, I think so.

Ken Dixon?

Yeah.

Crying out loud.

I'm never going to get done if you keep
knocking, Mr Percy.

Vernon, I must hear you read the bard
again.

Your Hotspur speech yesterday couldn't
have been better by Sir Larry himself.

Oh, really?

Well, I did my best.

You are blessed with a classic speaking
voice.

Start there.

Knowledge added to it.

My liege, I did deny no prisoners, but I
remember when the fight was done... Ken

Dixon may have money problems.

I saw some bills, heard a phone call. He
was playing for time on a debt.

Doesn't prove he committed half them.

How's Clive Formby taking it? Any danger
he might retaliate?

He's not a happy man, but I reckon he's
law -abiding at heart.

Well, let's hope so.

Must be odd being back round here.

Did you ask for the posting?

No.

There have been some changes.

Oscar Blaketon owns the pub now.

Old Sergeant Blaketon. How is he?

Well, he's had a sort of heart thing
recently, but he's recovering well.

He remembers you.

Not fondly, I'm afraid.

Better stay out of his pub, then, I
guess.

His first birthday.

Oh.

Blue Buckley, eh?

He must be very proud.

I would not have done badly.

And nor have you, Rob.

What do you think where we started?

Aye. The only silver spoon in my mouth
was the one my dad nicked on a burglary.

I'll go. No, no, no. My turn.

Excuse me, Rob.

Glad you're here, Rob.

Really glad.

How was our first holiday abroad?

I told her we were going to...

For Scotland.

And I surprised her with Spain.

I had all the wrong clothes, Pat.

You got married, didn't you, Rob?

Yeah, it didn't work out.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Being a copper's wife's not for
everyone.

How much was in there?

25 quid. I'd just got it out of the
bank.

The night watchman's still unconscious.

I don't know. Putting a man in hospital
for 25 quid, eh?

Maybe he mistook him for me.

Clive Formby wouldn't mind putting me in
hospital.

He's met actual threats.

Clive Formby wouldn't do a thing like
that.

Well, apparently he was in the pub last
night and he said, with Rob Walker in

the police house, there's no chance of
justice for anyone.

Well, after a few drinks, who knows?

What people need are police when they
can trust.

He should never have been sent here in
the first place.

What are you doing?

It's for the, uh, dial, dial, it's like
a machine thingy.

It's not good.

I can't let him down.

You'll have to get fit.

Get yourself smarmed up. I need you
driving. We've got a funeral in half an

hour. I haven't been free run yet.

Look at the date of year.

Vernon will have to do it. Where is he?

Oh, I don't know.

Oh, and he was working really late last
night and then he was up and out before

I was this morning.

Tut, never fear me.

I am as vigilant as a cat to steal
cream.

I say to steal cream indeed, for thy
theft hath already made thee

butter.

You know it all off by heart, this Henry
IV, part one, don't you? It's so

wonderful to me. Such characters.

Falstaff, Hal, Bardolph, best of all,
Harry, Osprey.

You like him because he's got the same
name.

Take it easy, Gilbert.

Craig was so pleased when he heard you
were coming back.

It was good to see him as well.

And you.

Just think, if your family hadn't moved
away, who knows what may have happened.

I only took you to the pictures.

Twice.

You and Craig are always meant for each
other.

I guess so.

You wondering why I phoned?

It's always nice to hear from you.

Craig's away on council business this
evening.

Right, I'll let him know.

Hang on, he's here now.

Sarge, that's Phil. The night watchman's
come round. He knows his attacker.

Yes, Bellamy, what have you got? Over.

Well, he's sure it's Lem Bowler.

He's got a record as long as your arm.
And he's used violence before.

Over.

Lives here on the estate, doesn't he?
Over.

Yeah. Shall I pick him up, Sarge? Over.

Yes, do that.

But be careful.

Out.

Call Walker at the police house. Tell
him to stand by his back up.

It's a lot of fuss over nothing.

I'm fine.

I'm afraid you're not, Mr Percy.

You need to be in hospital.

I don't want to go to hospital.

Stuck in some war with a lot of old
people.

Waiting to die.

I mean, we did up the place so he could
stay here, didn't we?

It's too risky now.

You were lucky Vernon was here, but next
time you might be on your own. And we

can't risk that.

Doctor, could I have a word?

Panda wants a control.

Bowler's wife says she's thrown him out.

Reckons he's seen some woman in Jubilee
Street.

Over.

You'd better go over there, Phil. Let's
bring this guy in. Over.

Will do, Sarge.

Over and out.

He hates the idea of dying in hospital.

He wants to be in his own house, his own
bed.

He needs looking after.

I couldn't even consider the idea of him
living on his own now. I'll look after

him. Stay with him.

Are you sure?

Control receiving. Over.

I've spotted Bowler. I'm going after
him.

I've lost him, Al.

He's headed up towards the Aidensfield
Road.

He's lost him. I suspect he doesn't have
that.

Call Walker. Tell him Bowler is heading
his way.

Bellamy, you follow for backup.

Out.

So let's go down the tube.

Well done, Rob.

Hold it there.

What are you doing here?

My wife kicked me out. I was living
rough.

What were you burning?

It's called a fire. It keeps you warm.

Mr. Bowler, I... Get lost, Constable.

Leonard Bowler, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of aggravated burglary.

What burglary?

Come on.

The night watchman recognised you. He
got it wrong. I wasn't there.

Then how come some of the money missing
from the safe was found in your shelter?

Well, check the serial numbers at the
bank. Ken Dixon withdrew them.

All right, it was me, but I didn't mean
to hit that bloke.

Why did you choose Ken Dixon's yard?

Did somebody put you up to it?

No. Do you know a contractor called
Clive Formby?

No. You were burning something on that
fire.

What were you destroying?

Right.

I'm charging you with aggravated
burglary.

As you said, Craig and I seem meant for
each other.

We've had a great marriage, we really
have, but...

Some time ago, he started to become
secretive.

Keep things to himself.

Not an affair or anything like that.

What then?

Work. At first, he'd always discuss that
with me.

His problems, whatever.

He doesn't now. He just clams up.

Keeps things to himself.

Before he got his position here...

He was assistant district surveyor in
Durham.

He got promotion cos there'd been mass
sackings in the department after a

planning scandal.

I remember something about that in the
papers.

You're not saying Craig was involved?

Good heavens, no.

Craig's as honest as they come.

No. He got promotion, in fact, cos he
hadn't been involved, but it was around

that time he became reluctant to discuss
things.

That was a few years ago.

What's worrying you now?

Something's wrong.

A letter arrived today.

Hand delivery.

He looked really shaken.

Locked it away in his desk.

Why don't you just come straight out and
ask him about the letter?

I did.

Do you want to discuss it?

I need to know what's going on.

Well, there's Craig.

Who are the others?

No idea.

I don't even know when this was taken.

Nice try, but as you see, I do have
another set of prints.

I don't understand.

Well, looks like blackmail.

Morning, Gilbert.

Nice cup of tea.

Oh, good lad.

Did you sleep all right on the couch?

Well, actually... Like a dream, Gilbert.

Like a dream.

Good. Good.

Walnut made a statement. He's admitted
to breaking the theft and the assault.

He's saying he broke in for the cash.

What else would he be after?

Well, when I caught up with him, he'd
been burning something on the fire.

Like what?

I don't know.

Something from the faith, perhaps?

I'd like to question him again, Sarge.

No. He's admitted the charges.

He's in the magistrate's court on
Monday.

And I have a charity run to attend now,
and I'm in trouble with my wife.

Excuse me.

Are you sure David's up to all this,
Doctor?

Well, I'll keep an eye on him. He'll be
fine.

Well, I hope so. He's Paul Barry on
Monday, the deceased with over 18

Thanks, Barry.

Nothing much happening.

If I were you, I'd go and watch that
charity run.

It's on your patch, after all.

I remember a corruption case a few years
back. Durham Planning Office.

Aye. A bent property developer, Bill C.
Jones.

He was caught bribing planners and
surveyors and sticking up substandard

housing. Do you know what happened to
him?

Well, he was charged.

And then he jumped bail.

He went to Spain so he could avoid being
extradited.

It was a mucky business all round.

Oh, by the way, Oscar Blaketon's getting
bored in hospital.

Oh, yeah?

Well, if you want to make a go of being
the Aidensfield Bobby, you could do

worse than pay him a visit.

Pour oil on some troubled waters.

I'll think about it.

Oh, I could prophesy, but that the
earthy and cold hand of death lies on my

tongue.

No, Percy, thou art dust and food for...
It's a

bit downbeat, this Gilbert.

Do you fancy a nice cup of tea?

Go on.

The next line.

For worms.

Pray for Percy.

Farewell, great heart.

You're a good lad, Vernon.

Now, go to the phone box and call that
nice.

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a
wheel within a wheel, never ending or

beginning or never spinning real, like a
snowball down a mountain or a carnival

balloon. You made it!

It's in lead.

Oh, well done, Jenny. You're doing
great, Kevin.

You're an artist. You're one of the
patients. You're the person.

And the world is like an apple, whirling
silently in space, like the circles

that you find in the windmills of your
mind.

Like a tunnel that you follow to a
tunnel of its own. Down a hollow to a

where the sun has never shone.

Like a door that keeps revolving in a
half -forgotten dream.

Or the ripples from a pebble someone
tosses in a stream.

Like a flock whose hands are sweeping
past a minute of its space.

And the world is like an apple that
can't be in space.

Like the circles that you find in the
windmill of your mind.

You can leave me to it now, Vernon.

Do you need anything?

Hot water or... Why not make us a nice
cup of tea?

You and Bill see germs, right?

So you were involved in that scandal?

My head of department asked me to co
-sign an application without checking

I got an envelope with a £50 bonus, that
was all.

So you knowingly accepted a bribe?

When was this taken?

Sharon and I won a free holiday for two
in Spain.

I didn't know it was a fix set up by
travel agent Pallipill Jones.

When we got there, we were invited to a
barbecue at his villa.

Sharon was ill, I went on my own.

Jones said he wanted to thank me for
services rendered.

Apparently that former signed and made
him a lot of money.

So who took the photo then, Ken Dixon?

It was his wife, actually.

They ran a beach bar and were guests at
the villa.

She was just taking party snaps.

When did you realise she'd snapped you?

A few months ago, Dixon came into the
office with a planning application for

yard and said my face looked familiar.

He realised he'd seen it in one of his
wife's photos. She'd caught a local

planning officer on holiday with a
crooked property developer.

So he started to blackmail you?

You knew he kept the negs in his safe
and hired Len Bowler to steal and

them, only to find Dixon had another set
of prints.

He likes a good strong cup of tea,
doesn't he?

He's gone, hasn't he?

He died a couple of minutes ago.

It was very peaceful.

He was a lovely old fellow.

Well read.

It's been a privilege to know him.

He asked me to give you this.

Thank you for...

Reading to him and letting him pass away
in his own bed.

He said you deserve it.

He kept it under his mattress.

There's over 800 pounds in there.

He must have paid Bowler quite a bit to
keep quiet and take the rap.

I had to, Rob.

Or he would have milked me forever. He's
a nasty piece of work.

He even set fire to one of his
competitors' machinery.

How do you know that?

Ah, you're both so timid that you've
done it. Look, Rob, if those prints are

destroyed, there's nothing to link me to
any of this.

Dixon knows, of course, but his word
won't count for much.

And he won't want to go down for
blackmail.

The night watchman, he's OK.

And Len Ball has been well paid to do a
bit of time inside.

You're asking me to ignore this?

I've a one -year -old kid and a wife.

They need me, Rob.

I did one, one small thing wrong years
ago, and I regret it deeply.

We go back a long way.

Kids from the same street.

If this comes out, I'm ruined.

You lied in the past for your dad. Let
this one go for me, yeah?

Take the money, then, if that's what you
want. I'd rather you had it than Dixon.

Come on, what do you say, mate?

All these years you've known me.

You don't know me at all.

You're under arrest, Craig, for being an
accomplice to the burglary at Dixon's.

Other charges may follow for you and for
him.

I wanted to see you.

You've got a nerve coming in here.

You lied for your father.

You kept him out of prison.

Yes.

But I didn't do it for him.

I did it for my mother.

A decent, hard -working woman who'd had
a terrible life.

She had cancer.

She was dying.

If he'd gone to prison, my kids' sisters
would have been taken into care.

And she begged for my help.

She just wanted one last chance to give
her family a new start.

We moved away.

She organised everything.

Even got my dad a proper job.

Kept him at it.

And every day she battled through real
pain for her family.

He died inside a year.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

You know, I hated lying for him.

I vowed never again.

And I wanted to make amends for his life
of crime.

That's why I joined the police.

It hurt me to lie to you.

Because you were always a man I'd
admired.

You upheld the law rather than broke it.

I wanted to be like you.

You once said to me, whatever anyone has
done wrong, lad, it's better to face

the truth than hide behind a lie.

I still believe that.

So do I.

However painful the consequences.

It's good to see you, Mr Blake, then.

I wish you a speedy recovery.

Thanks, lad.

Hey, Rob.

When I get out of here as our new local
copper, why don't you come into my pub?

I'll buy you a pint.

I'd like that very much.

Thank you.

Right then, everybody.

Everyone who started, finished.

So, congratulations to you all.

And a grand total raise for the cause
was £403, nine shillings and seven

Seven pence is my sponsorship for Mr
Vernon.

Every bit counts, David.

And we need to keep it up, because we've
done well, but we're still short of the

target. Oh, no, you're not.

I'm upping David's sponsorship.

Here's £500 for the charity.

He's extraordinarily generous, Vernon.

On one condition.

That the dialysis unit has a plaque on
it with a name dedication. Whatever you

say. Would the Vernon Scripps unit be
okay?

No, my noble lady, it would not.

But the Gilbert Percy unit would be most
acceptable.

You

should have

gone to the police earlier.

I couldn't.

Please don't ask me why, Alf.

You won't believe what we've found.