All language subtitles for Heartbeat s14e10 Stormy Weather

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

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

It looks like it's getting worse out
there. It's the top of it!

Thank you, David.

I've shot the garage for the rest of the
day. No one's going out in a storm like

this. Poor old Oscar's driving back from
Whitby.

If the deck floods, he's going to have
problems.

Never mind. We'll just have to sit here
and batten down the hatches.

Let's relax and put our feet up.

Unlike you, Bernard, I'm a man of
action.

The idle mind breeds idle thoughts.

Get the cards out, Gina.

just down.

We can't go back. How can we go back?

We leave later on when this is cleared
up. I've got a plan.

Let's just stick to it, eh?

It's only a bit of wind and rain.

The trouble is, Vern... You have to be
quicker.

Your brain's been idle far too long.
That's why it keeps beating you.

Moo -moo.

Cheers,

my dear.

Why don't we play a proper game like
this? Come on, Bernard.

I only say that because I'm with it.
You're only winning because it's animal

snap.

How about you, Zeph? Fancy undercards?

No, I never indulge. Oh, come on. Just
for fun.

Well, maybe just to be social.

Hey -o.

Our line's down.

Better go and get some candles.

Oh, never mind. We can manage.

It's cosy just with firelight.

OK, look, I've got to go for help. I'll
be back as soon as I can, I promise you.

Don't worry.

Hang on, I'll be back.

Oh,

it's a

good for me, Bernard.

Well, I've always had a bit of a nap.

It comes to darts, really.

The animal snaps more fun.

Oh, shut up, David.

You know me, Ben. I'm not a betting man,
but I'm betting secretly.

Poker's your game, am I right?

Well, really.

You don't like to brag, me neither. I
can't abide bragging. As soon as I saw

dealing them cards, I said to myself,
watch out as if that man's a serious

player. And I was right.

You beat us both, Carlo.

Well, just a bit of luck, really.

No. Skill.

Pure skill.

Well, time hours are up.

A tree's come down and crushed a car and
two people are trapped inside.

We need to get in touch with the
emergency services. David, get over to

Merrick and bring her back here.

Is the phone working?

Yeah, yeah, I think so. Right, I'll call
the police.

Ashfordly Police.

Hello, Oscar.

We'll have you out of there very soon.

I'm coming around.

He's out of the other room.

Can you tell me your name, please?

Heather. Okay, Heather.

Can you tell me where it hurts?

My leg.

Liz, I think you should take a look at
the driver. He's in a bad way. Right.

I've contacted the fire brigade.

Not sure how long it's going to take
them to get out of here.

Sam has men and equipment up at the
hall. I'm sure they'll be willing to

I'll get straight to them, Dad.

Is he dead?

There's a pulse, but it's very weak.

Then we definitely can't wait for the
fire brigade.

Good grief.

That's Alan Buckland.

I thought I recognised him. He was a
sergeant down at Whitby, wasn't he?

and I were at his retirement zoo.

I saw his wife in Ashfordly only last
week.

You'd better go round the other side and
stay with her then.

She's in a lot of pain. I think her leg
may be broken.

The idea of the

dimension of the truck.

Well, it's pretty big.

It's hard to tell. There were branches
everywhere.

Who's down there? Merton and Rob Walker?

No, Rob's a lean.

Bill, make sure we've got plenty of that
heavy -duty chain, yeah?

OK.

What pain?

That should help ease the pain.

It's our death.

So he's unconscious, but he has a very
serious head injury.

I said we should turn back, but he
wouldn't listen.

We're going to get you out of here now,
OK? It won't be long.

Just for the record, Liz, that's not his
wife.

Quite a mess.

Bigger than I thought.

But you can shift it, can't you?

Safest thing to do would be to cut it
first and move it bit by bit. But that's

going to take time.

He's very badly injured. We don't have
time.

In that case, I guess we just have to
lift it.

Come on, boys, get a chain round the
truck.

Bill, you do the lifting. I'll guide
you.

The ambulance is here now.

What are they going to do?

We're going to lift the tree.

That's it. What if it falls?

Nearly there.

Don't worry.

It'll be fine.

God, look it up now!

Jay!

Are you there?

Let's hope we've got enough weight in
the back here to balance it.

Tell everyone to stand clear, just in
case.

Dad! Please!

Get out of the way! This could be
tricky!

I'm going down the hall!

Just hold on to my hand tightly, okay?

Will he make it? I'm afraid we've lost
him.

The head injuries were too great.

Don't ever do that to me again, Liz.

I couldn't bear to lose you.

Dad!

Hey, you better come and look at this.

Looks like they were going on a trip.

Passports. Ferry ticket.

Alan Buckland.

Heather Hamilton.

That'd be Norris, Art.

Look at this.

Must be hundreds of pounds in cash, eh?

Maybe even thousands.

Clearly they didn't believe in
traveller's checks.

Dennis, this is a nice surprise.

Hello, Dawn.

Come in.

I've been meaning to give Jenny a ring.
I thought we could have lunch and a good

moan about the trials and tribulations
of being a policeman's wife. Dawn,

there's no easy way to say this.

It's Alan.

Alan?

There's been an accident.

What sort of accident?

A tree came down in the storm.

It crushed his car.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this,
Dawn.

Alan's dead.

No, he can't be dead.

He had terrible head injuries.

We managed to get him out of the car,
but he died before we could get him to

hospital.

How did she take the news?

Badly. Oh, poor Dawn.

Do you think I should go round?

Well, she has a neighbour with her, and
Liz is going to go round later.

It's terrible to think something like
this can just happen.

What if it had been you?

Hey, come on.

More than me.

What's so tough about that, eh?

I worry.

I mean, such bad things can just happen.

And if it was you, I don't know how I'd
cope.

Oh, come on.

Nothing's going to happen to me.

You're shaking.

Worry about you?

There's nothing to worry about.

Look, why don't I pour us a nice glass
of wine? I think we could both do with a

drink, eh?

Yeah, you're right.

I'm just being silly.

It's a hard situation.

What makes it worse? Looks like he was
leaving her.

There was another woman with him in the
car.

Passports, luggage.

Looked like they were running away
together.

But Dawn didn't know?

Apparently not.

You'd never think of doing that to me,
would you, Tony?

Oh, Jenny.

No, you are being silly.

What have we got, then?

Well, by my reckoning, there's £10 ,125.

A lot of money to be carrying about in
cash.

Well, he could have taken out all his
savings to run off with his floozy.

Have you ever come across a copper who
had ten grand in a bank? Well, he could

have come into something.

He took early retirement or medical
grants a couple of months back.

So it could be some kind of insurance
policy that paid out.

You knew him well, Sarge.

And none of us like to think badly of a
fellow officer.

Do you think he was bent?

I wouldn't have said so.

You never know what people are capable
of, though.

You never struck me as the kind of man
to run off and leave his wife, either.

I didn't know there was a sort.

Plenty would if they could.

Aye.

Pretty girl, that Heather.

Shad, what do you want me to do with
this lot?

Lock up for now. And Bellamy, better get
down to Alan Buckland's bank.

Find out if it did come over as a cone.

Right then.

I had to believe all this sunshine this
morning.

Storms pass.

Is Alan dead?

Seems so arbitrary.

I'm here, and he's dead.

I gather you have quite a simple
fracture.

It should heal quickly.

Yes, they told me that.

I should thank you for your help
yesterday.

I'm really sorry I couldn't do anything
for Alan.

Were you two going away together?

What do you mean?

The police found your tickets and
passport and luggage in the car.

And Sergeant Merton knows Alan's wife.

He went round to break the news to her
last night.

Poor doll.

I don't know what I'm going to say to
her.

You know her, then?

Yeah.

She's my sister.

Her sister?

Apparently.

Did she admit the affair?

She wouldn't talk about it and I didn't
want to press her.

How did Dawn Buckland take the news?

She was terribly upset.

I didn't have the heart to tell her
about Heather.

The hospital may inadvertently do that
for you. They might have Heather down

with her next of kin.

This is all turning out to be quite a
mess, isn't it?

Anyway, thanks for letting me know.

Alan Buckland.

Still had a few hundred quid savings in
the bank and his police pension.

No rich auntie, then?

Afraid not, Sarge, no.

But I did find this in his wallet.

Brian Young, estate agent, St Whitby.

If you turn it over, you'll see on the
back of the card that Buckland had an

appointment with him this afternoon at
one.

Do you know, David, I always thought
poker was a complicated game.

But it's quite simple, really.

All you had to do was bet money or
something.

Well, that is the underlying idea, but
it's more the art of bluffing.

Now, who do you know, David, who can
talk his way round anything and anyone?

Oh, Mr Blaketon?

Me, David, me.

I could make money at this.

What have you two been up to this
morning, then, eh? Ask Mr Verney. He's

this book all about... Wasn't that a
horrendous storm yesterday?

Still, it's brightened up today.

Go and give a damn about this, could
you, David?

Burn it out.

Yeah, sure.

Take it to a scrap heap.

I'll be in the pub, David.

Well, it's several things we've
happened.

Do have a seat, gentlemen.

I've never had a client down before.

Soon my hold of retirees have been
pretty doddery. Mr Buckland was a

then. Yeah.

You see that one over there, Constable?

Costable on those.

That was him.

Why buy a bungalow in Bridlington when
you can have an old villa in Spain for

less than half the price?

Alan Buckland was buying this.

Yeah? Well, he'd practically done it.

He was coming in today to complete the
transaction.

Tell me, Mr Young, is this a cash
transaction?

Yeah. Unusual way to buy property, isn't
it?

Well, in this case, it suited both
parties.

You have to understand the Spanish
property market, Sergeant, is the new

frontier.

Spanish banks can lose things.

The vendor didn't trust them, and
frankly, neither do I.

No, he's a British expat and he fancied
good old -fashioned pound notes in his

pocket. And Alan Buckman was happy with
us?

Yeah, all he had to do was draw it out
of the bank.

Makes you think now, doesn't it?

One day you're buying your dream home
and next, a really great tree falls on

your head.

Yes, well, thanks for all your help, Mr
Young.

Um, you, uh, late -court retirement
sergeant, ever fancied a move to Thunia

Climes?

I was brought up north of the border, Mr
Young.

Quite like a bit of stormy weather.

Can I get you one, Bernard?

That would be very simple.

Sir? Yeah?

You don't fancy a...

You don't have a hand of cards, do you?
Oh, no, I rarely indulge.

So I couldn't tempt you to a game of
poker, then?

What, here? I don't think Blaketon would
wear that.

Well, somewhere else, then.

No.

Can I have a pint and a scotch, please?

Do you think I'm foolish enough to take
on a card player like you? I'd lose me

shirt.

Well, I'm not really very good.

I just want a chance to practice a bit.
You know, flex the brain a bit.

Well, I know a couple of lads that might
like a game, but you need five or six

to make it really interesting.

Will Bernard play?

If need be, David.

I don't know.

I'm not a natural gambler, but it's a
friendly game.

There can't be any harm in that, can
there?

Good man.

And I reckon I know just the place where
we won't be disturbed.

Oh, I've checked with headquarters,
Sarge.

No thefts of this size or anything
similar have been reported in the

It wasn't his money. It could have been
hers.

Or his wife's, for that matter.

So what do I do now?

Go round and ask if she knew that her
husband was running off to Spain with

sister? And by the way, could he have
been using her money to do it?

I wouldn't put it that way, Sarge.

You probably know me.

Scripps, funeral director.

Bernie.

Look, Mrs. Boxer, we can finalise the
details later on.

I just want him to have the best.

Everything must be the best.

Yes, of course. Why don't you just leave
it to me, then?

When we found out he had a bad heart, I
thought I was going to lose him then.

I was so glad they made him take early
retirement.

Because policemen are never home, are
they, Dennis?

Not as much as we'd like to be, no.

I said to him all the things we ever
talked about.

dreamed about, we have to do them now.

And he agreed.

I'm sure he did.

Being married to him was the most
important thing in my life.

I loved him so much, Dennis.

I don't think I can bear this.

Super.

Thank you.

This is Hamilton.

Sergeant Merton.

I remember.

There are a few points we need to
discuss.

Mainly concerning the personal effects
that were recovered from Alan Buffen's

car.

The money's mine.

The money? There was a large amount of
cash in a leather hold -all. It belongs

to me.

I understand that you and Alan were
buying a villa together in Spain.

Would I be right in assuming that he was
leaving his wife and going away with

you? I wouldn't have thought that was
any of your business.

Can you prove the money's yours?

Two years ago, I divorced my husband.

The money we were using to buy a villa
was part of my financial settlement. It

does belong to me.

Have you any idea how upset your sister
is, Alan's death?

Not exactly what we planned.

Any of it.

How could you do that to your own
sister?

Alan's gone.

Now, I can't do anything about that, and
I'm not interested in your judgement of

me.

All I want to know is, do I get my money
back or don't I?

If, as you say, the money's yours, there
shouldn't be a problem.

I'm off.

Oh, thanks, Rosie. You've been a great
help today.

Is that him?

Yeah. Poor bloke. Sad way to end.

Uncle Zef?

What are you doing here?

Paying our respects.

So you knew him, then?

A slight acquaintance.

We were there the afternoon of the
storm.

Didn't know you helped with the rescues,
Zef. A hero in the family.

That'll please you more.

Oh, I helped, too. I mean, I fetched Dr
Merrick.

Was there something you wanted, Bernard?

Quiet word in your ear, brother.

If you're in the pub later, then, I'll
let you buy me a drink.

You know me, I rarely indulge.

No, absolutely not. Bernard,

no -one will ever know.

He's past caring.

Sorry to keep you waiting, darling.

I don't know whether or not I'd go and
see Dawn.

Well, you two always got on well.

I wouldn't know what to say to her.

I don't think it matters what you say.

Just a bit of company helps.

Do you think all marriages are doomed?

No.

If you were being unfaithful, how would
I know?

Jenny, I'm happier with you than I've
ever been.

Why on earth would I be unfaithful?

Bad things can happen. There's no way of
knowing.

Can we go home? I'm really tired.

I've just got here and I'm dying for a
pint.

Jenny?

We're just going.

Are you okay? I'm fine. Just tired,
that's all.

I'm sorry, Liz.

Paint half, Bernard.

I'll play.

The thing is, I've got this... David,
you mustn't show me your hand.

Fold a play, David.

Not all a play.

Well, put your money in, then.

Your sixpence.

And I'll raise you.

That's a lot of money.

That's the idea, David.

That's what makes it more interesting.

Morning.

Morning, sir.

Have you managed to get a response out
of Heather Hamilton's solicitor yet?

Sort of.

Well, neither have you, haven't you?

Well, I spoke with her senior partner.
He was just a bit cagey.

That's all, sir. I never met a brief yet
who'd give you a straight answer.

Well, he confirmed that he acted for her
in the divorce and that she received a

settlement off the ex -husband, but
there was no way he was going to tell me

what it was.

Client confidentiality and that.

He's within his rights, I suppose.

I think you'll have to face up to it,
Sarge. The money wasn't stolen. She

it back. You'll have to give it to her.

I realise that, Alf.

Sticks in my craw, that's all.

Funkhouse.

Straight flush.

Sorry, Van.

You've cleaned me out.

You know what they say, lucky in cards,
unlucky in love.

I thought you didn't play much.

Two, three times a week, maybe. Never
more than that. Two or three times a

You've set me up.

Vernon, you invited me to play. I want
my money back.

I want it. Fair and square, and you
lost.

He has got a point, Van.

But he told me he didn't play much.

Maybe I bluffed you a little bit, Van,
but that's all part of the fun. Fun?

I'll give you a fun, you miserable...
Hey, you remember where you are.

I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give
you a chance to win that pot again.

One turn of the cards, winner takes all.

I'll get a shuffle. I'll shuffle.

Sorry, Vern.

One more go.

You've lost.

I'd listen to him. You've got to know
when to quit.

The pot against my lorry.

You can't do that. No, Vernon.

I'd listen to their advice.

Ignore him, Zaf. Come on, let's just go
and have breakfast, shall we?

Dawn, can I have a word, please?

I was going to tell you that Heather was
with him.

Were you, Dennis?

That would have been helpful.

It's buried in my heart, I knew.

Just the shock of her death. I wasn't
thinking straight.

I don't suppose anyone would be in the
circumstances.

They plan to go away together,
apparently.

Yeah, I know.

You were his wife, so of course his
personal effects will be returned to

Thank you.

There was some money in the car, which
Heather claims is hers from a divorce

settlement.

She was divorced just over two years
ago.

Her husband was quite well off.

Have you any idea of the amount of the
settlement?

She did tell me at the time.

I think it was something around 10 ,000.

Quite a lot.

Heather's always been the kind of girl
who can wrap men round her little

So you'll be giving it back to her,
then?

Yes.

I hope that doesn't upset you too much.

I don't know what I feel anymore.

Just numb, really.

Where's Uncle Beckford in your lorry?

Well, it's his lorry now.

I'll be in the pub.

David, what is going on?

Mr Vernon has been playing cards with
your Uncle Zef.

Oh, not poker.

Well, yeah.

I wondered if that's what he were up to.

He should never play poker with Zef.

Why not?

He used to be a professional gambler,
and he's very good.

He's been barred from every casino and
club in the north of England.

Vernon's been hustled.

He's the post of taking the pledge.

Great Aunt Nellie is not going to be
happy.

So you just need to sign here to say the

property's yours and it's all been
returned to you.

Thank you, Sergeant.

You see, Bellamy will carry the bag over
to the bank for you if you like.

That won't be necessary. I've got a taxi
waiting.

That's all right. I'll give you a hand.

Thank you.

Well, Sergeant, quite a turnout.

He was a highly respected officer.

I had to endure that. Don't pay my
respects.

How did you know Mrs. Buckman?

Because of the villa. I know them both.

When they were thinking of buying, I
took them all out of their display to

a look at it.

They were a good laugh.

It's terrible what happened to Alan.

But you said he was the one who was
buying the villa.

Well, him and Dawn, yeah.

Oh, she phoned me this morning.

She said she was going to go ahead.

She reckons that's what Alan would have
wanted.

So, she and Heather are both going to go
and live out there.

In the chilly of the minute, of
uncertainty,

I want to be in the warm hold of your
loving

mind.

To feel you all around me, and to take
your hand

along the sand.

Thank you for coming, Dennis.

I hear you're moving to Spain.

Who told you that? You and Heather.

Well, you have to pick up the pieces,
don't you? We decided it would be for

best.

Using the money from Heather's divorce?

I've just buried my husband.

I don't think I can talk about all this
now.

Something about this stinks to high
heaven.

Well, the money's nicked.

It has to be.

Where from?

I don't know.

Somebody who doesn't know it's missing
yet.

It's probably why Don Buckland stayed
behind, to cover the track.

So he didn't run off with his sister -in
-law, then?

Well, I think it was us that jumped to
that conclusion. When they realised

they just decided to play along.

To get the money back?

Exactly. So what can we do about it now,
Sarge? They disappear off to Spain?

Not much.

Alf, see if you can find out where Don
Buckland works, will you?

Fill her up, me dear.

You're not seriously going to keep this,
are you? I want it fair and square.

You set Vernon up, you know you did. I
play a straight game of poker. I always

have done, always will do. I've never
cheated in me life.

No -one's saying you did.

My fault, somebody who thinks he's a
card player.

Give Vernon his lorry back.

You've won, you've proved how good you
are. What do you want with an old lorry?

I'm thinking of selling it.

Can't do that.

It's a grand troll, this. We've had it
for ages. And I... I really... Look over

in Ashfordly. He'll give me a good price
for it.

Don't be so sentimental, David. It's
just an old lorry.

A delicate matter, you say, Sergeant?

I understand you employ Dawn Buckland.

Indeed I do.

She's my head wages clerk.

We've given her time off, though,
obviously, when we heard about poor old

Dreadful business.

Were you aware that she and her husband
have been planning to leave the country?

Buying a villa, in fact, to move into
Spain.

Move into Spain?

Dawn?

This is her office.

She's been with the firm more than ten
years.

Handles all the wages.

Best bookkeeper I've ever had.

Married to a policeman.

You can't get much more trustworthy than
that.

And you're not missing any money as far
as you're aware?

We're not missing a thing.

And I'd certainly know if we were.

It looks like they were off pretty
sharpish. I think we should nick them

we've still got a chance.

We're short of one vital ingredient,
Bellamy.

That's any evidence of wrongdoing.

I've watched the two of them together.

Dawn fusses over Heather as you'd expect
a sister to do, but that's not how

you'd treat somebody who'd run away with
your husband.

Well, I can't arrest them for lying to
us.

Sard, I've had another go at Heather
Hamilton's solicitors. I got the girl in

the office. She gave me a lot of stuff
about... client confidentiality, but I

got her chatting.

She told me this is where we might find
Heather's ex.

Andy Hamilton?

Mr. Hamilton?

Yes?

Mind if we ask you a few questions about
your ex -wife?

We're divorced.

I don't have nothing to do with you. The
divorce that we're interested in.

Oh, yeah?

We want to know if she took you to the
cleaners, Mr Hamilton.

Nah, not really.

It were nobody's fault.

We were just too young.

Can I ask how much you received in the
settlement?

Well, we've got no kids, both working.

So my bloke suggested what they call a
clean break settlement.

She agreed.

How much was it?

Paid at 250 quid.

She's not badly off.

Gets paid pretty well down at Lindley's
Textile Factory.

So Heather, what's there as well?

This time we paid Mr. Franks another
call.

Thank you, Mr. Hamilton.

In the full house.

I don't want any trouble there, then.

Yeah, I reckon you should bar them.

Why? If you ask me, you've only got
yourselves to blame.

You should have stuck to animal snack.

Thank you, Gina.

You'll be glad to hear I found a good
home for your lorry van.

He's offered me a decent price, too.

We're hoping to find you in here, Zeph.

There's someone outside once away, were
you?

And she's not best pleased.

What?

Oh, you've never gone and told her?

You wouldn't see reason.

There'd be no choice.

Cool.

You may want to see this.

That's an eye, eh?

Ma, what are you doing here?

Has it been brought to my notice that
you've been gambling again, Zephaniah?

no, Ma. It's a total lie. I've taken the
pledge, you know. Good grief, it's

Nellie Pratt.

I didn't realise she was still alive.

Gambling and frequenting public houses
and all manner of lewd and lascivious

behaviour. No, no, Ma. I swear to you.
Swear to me? You spawn of Satan, how

you swear?

If we say that we have no sin...

We deceive ourselves, and the truth is
not in us.

John, chapter 1, verse 8.

Don't you read your Bible, boy?

I do, my, every night, I promise you.

Where are the spoils of this debauchery?

That's the lorry over there, Aunt
Nellie.

It belongs to Mrs. Scripps here.

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs.
Pratt. A lost and wasted soul, if ever I

saw one.

Bear this in mind, Mr. Scripps.

They have no rest, day or night, who
worship the beast and his image.

I'll try and remember that.

Give him back his lorries, Zephaniah.

Yes, ma.

Dogs and sorcerers and all mongers and
murderers

and idolaters.

I really don't get out too much
nowadays.

Just as well, really.

We've been working all night.

I think we're short of about £15 ,000.

And we've got a pretty good idea how
we've done it.

It's definitely there, though, is it?
Oh, yes.

Edward's job was adding up the employees
over time.

She then told the Wagers Office so Dawn
could request enough cash from the bank

to cover it in the pay packets.

They've been fiddling the overtime
figures, then. That's basically it.

Over a few months in a factory this
size.

Soon adds up.

Do you mind if I use your phone, Mr
Franks?

You think you'll get them?

We might.

There's no furniture, Sarge.

Looks like they've flown the nest.

Do you want me to put out an old port
alert?

Yeah, do that.

No, hang on.

I've got an idea.

No, I didn't think you could leave the
country without saying goodbye to him.

You're right, Dennis. I couldn't.

Mr Franks of the factory reckons he's
short of £15 ,000.

You two wouldn't know anything about
that, would you?

Don't say anything, Dawn.

It's up to them to prove it.

Can you prove it? All they've got is
circumstantial evidence. Just keep

I've lost my husband, Dennis.

Can't I appeal to your better nature?

Alan was alive and kicking three months
ago when you said about systematically

defrauding your employer.

That complaint wasn't that serious.

But that was it.

Out of the fortune on the scrap heap at
40.

How would you feel if they did that to
you?

I'd take it hard.

But I don't think I'd turn it into an
excuse to steal.

You're under arrest, Dawn.

We'll get a lawyer.

Just because Franks reckons he's lost
money doesn't prove a thing.

Can I just leave him these?

I'm truly sorry for your loss.

I know you are.

But I'm not going to make it easy for
you.

Break down and confess all.

We will get ourselves a good lawyer.

And you might well get away with it.

Financial fraud is notoriously difficult
to prove in court.

I've lost the one person I truly loved.

Isn't that punishment enough for any
crime?

Not for me to judge.

Fortunately, that's not my job.

I just wanted to make him happy again.

Can't you understand that?

I can understand it.

I can't condone it.

Well, in the end, we're all victims of
chance, aren't we?

We'd have been starting a new life in
Spain now if it hadn't been for that

storm.

I'll have a scotch, please, Oscar.

I'm sorry, Vernon.

Can't do it.

You surely haven't run out of whisky?

Nope. We gather from Rosie that you've
signed the pledge.

Pledge? I haven't signed anything.

Well, I signed it for you.

As your representative.

You have to swear never to drink or
gamble.

Oh, there's another couple of things
about lewdness and women or something.

David, have you gone completely balmy?

No.

It's what all members of the chapel have
to agree to.

Chapel? What chapel?

I'm not a member of any chapel.

You are now.

Great Aunt Nellie insisted.

It was the only way I could persuade her
to make Zeth give you your lorry back.

Orange juice, if it's been burning.

I'm Helen Trent, Dr. Merrick's
replacement.

He may be a copper, but he can't go
around attacking women and thumping

who tries to stop him. I want him
charged.

There are drugs missing.

I didn't take them. She left the drugs
covered on the soft to reopen when she

went out for lunch. I suppose anyone
could have wondered and then taken them.

Get away from me.

Sarge?

All of you!