All language subtitles for heartbeat_s02e06_bang_to_rights

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

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

My lady, tap on me.

Why do you sleep so still?

I'll wake you tomorrow.

And you will be my fill.

Yes, you will be my fill.

Why does it grieve me so?

But your heart seems so silent.

Why do you breathe so low?

Why do you breathe so low?

Why do you sleep so soon?

I'll wake you tomorrow.

be my field. Yes, you will be.

I

lay

deep up on thee.

You look so cold tonight.

Your lips feel like winter.

Jim!

She's dead.

My mom.

Mom. Come on, Mom.

Mom.

You can't be dead, Mom.

Please don't be dead.

Mom.

Mom.

Why do you breathe so low?

Why

do

you breathe so low?

Jake. You take the kids, I'll go to the
hospital with them.

This rose will never die.

This rose will never die.

She'll be alright.

We just managed to pump her out in time.

Well, rather her than me.

Her old man's serving a seven -stretch,
you know.

For burglary with violence.

Yeah, I know.

Do you?

Yeah, with the patients of mine.

Rosie was in with one of the kids, only
about a month ago.

Well, did you also know she'd been in
trouble herself more than once?

No, I didn't.

But it doesn't surprise me.

So how long's it going to be in the
hospital?

Maybe a couple of days.

So what about the kids?

Well, we could arrange for them to be
taken into care, I suppose, but it

seems worth unsettling them again, does
it?

All right, let's get tonight over, and
then if she's still in hospital

we'll sort out something else for them.

There you go.

Is that all right for you, kid?

You're all right. Now, knock that off,
will you? It was in his diary.

No, I didn't. I didn't like it at all.
I'm not interested. Now, that's enough.

Oh, plain mothers and fathers, are we?

What are you doing here this early?

I was passing by. I heard what sounded
like murder going on.

So you're the famous Tinnieswood kids,
then, are you?

Morning, Phil.

Can you manage, do you think?

Just hurry back, will you?

Can we have a word?

Yeah, of course.

And you lot, just behave yourselves, all
right?

Marion!

That's right.

It's got to be a joke, hasn't it?

Not to me, it's not, no.

I didn't even know you were engaged.

I weren't until last night.

So who's the unlucky girl, then?

Jennifer Galvin.

Not that little bird with the big...
Yeah, she's in the car now.

So when's the happy day, then?

Saturday, down the registry office.

If I can get a special licence organised
in time.

I see.

So I'm not the only one who's been
playing mothers and fathers, then, eh?

It's not bloody funny, Nick.

No, no, of course not.

It's how you fix that.

Be me best man.

Me?

Yeah, yeah, all right. I'll be honoured.

Go find anybody else.

Who's that?

Guess.

You've met Nick, haven't you? I was
there.

You've told him our news then, have you?

Yeah. Congratulations.

Thank you. We're off to buy the dress
now.

A white one?

What else?

I'll see you later, OK?

All right, Nick.

There you are.

Oi! He was there and started it! Lay
off! Oh, come on.

If you ate us, Mr Mar...

Morning, Rosie.

How are you feeling?

How do you think?

Where are my kids?

They're being well looked after.

How do you want to talk about last
night?

What's there to talk about?

I tried to talk myself. You lot stopped
me.

I hope you're not expecting any thanks
from me for that.

It's the children you have to thank, I'd
say.

They hadn't moved as quickly as they
did. Well, trust them.

It really doesn't bother you, then?

What would have happened to them if you
had managed to kill yourself?

Well, they'd have survived, love.

Been brought up to.

Like Faith did. They'd have probably
been better off.

I doubt if they'd think so.

Well, what do they know, eh?

Had it really got that bad, then?

What's it to you, anyway?

I want to help if I can.

Why?

It's what I do.

It's what you pay to do, you mean?

Yeah.

Among other things.

Well, I mean, you think to yourself,
don't you?

What's the point? I mean, just what is
the bloody point?

There's nothing to eat in the house.

No drink, as usual.

Kids were running wild, as usual.

I'd even been down to the shop to try
and get something on tick, just till I

my money light, but with a husband
inside.

Never mind the fact that he didn't do
it. I mean, that is the bit that really

gets to you, you know.

The fact that my Terry's inside for
something he didn't even thought he'd

do.

Yeah, well, she would say that, wouldn't
she?

What do you mean?

Well, you've heard them up in the public
gallery in Court, love.

The wives and the mothers and the
sweethearts.

There's just no way on earth that their
Tom, Dick or Terry ever did it. I

thought she sounded quite plausible.

Yeah, of course she did.

And what do you mean by that?

Well, it's par for the course, isn't it?

The more plausible they are, the less
reliable you find them in my experience.

Anyway, I'm going to be late. I'll see
you later.

Right.

Delta Alpha 2 -4, over.

Delta Alpha 2 -4, over.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 receiving.

There's an outbreak of violence where...
She's a liar, I tell you. I never

touched a rotten cig lighter.

Then just what was it doing in the
pocket of your dressing gown, Mrs

Tinniswatch? Well, I'll be honest, you
don't know.

Public assistive virtue, eh? Put it
there.

I mean, you buggers in uniform are all
the same, aren't you? If you can't find

evidence, plant it, right?

Yeah, all right.

Can we have a word outside, please, make
sure?

So where's the lighter now?

Here.

And what about you, Mrs Bradburn?

You say that when you accused Mrs
Tinniswood of taking it, she attacked

right? Like some wild animal.

Are you hurt at all?

No. Thanks to her, I'm not.

So no real harm done, then?

I suppose not.

Come on, Mrs Bradburn. We'll get a cup
of tea.

And what do you think then, Matron?

How exactly do you mean, Constable?

Well, the life has been returned and no
one's actually been injured.

Is it really worth taking any further,
do you think?

I want that woman out of this hospital
within the hour.

Is that quite clear, Constable?

Yes, Matron.

Thank you.

Looks like you're going home, Rosie.

Do you think you'll be able to manage
with the kids all right?

Well, I've managed up till now, haven't
I?

But what do you care?

You've done nothing stupid, I hope.

Like Booker for trying to kill herself
last night, I mean.

I thought I'd wait and see what you
thought, Sarge. And don't.

We need her down the nick giving us
earache like we need holes in our heads.

Where is she now, Lord Tinniswood?

At home with the kids.

Aye. Still protesting her innocence, no
doubt.

Not to mention his.

Non -stick Terry.

That's what they used to call him,
Sarge. That's what I used to call him.

How come?

Well, that was the problem with our
Terry, you see.

We knew he was doing it, but making it
stick.

You managed to finally, though.

Well, one of your predecessors over at
Aidensfield did.

Roly Carsons.

Really? Ah, he had him banged to rights
one night a couple of years ago.

Mind you.

Either what you call a copper or rolly.

So how did he manage it, then?

Well, our Terry had broken into premises
on the edge of the village, that big

stone place just before the vicarage.

Oh, Miss Hamilton's. Aye, that's the
one.

Braver man than me.

In fact, it was Miss Hamilton that
caught him, helping himself to the

silver. Then she got bashed over the
head for her pains with a pickaxe

Really? Aye. Not hard enough, though.

She still managed to get to her phone
and call us.

And then when Rowley Carsons went round
to Tinniswoods, there was the pickaxe

angle in the back of Terry's van, still
covered with blood.

So what's Rosie on about, then?

Claiming he was innocent?

What, you tell me, Rowan, you tell me.

Mind you, who knows what goes on in
those nasty little criminal minds of

eh?

Nick!

I'm in here.

I'll give you candy and a quarter if

you'd quiet like you ought to be with
little

children like you around I wonder what
can I do

around little children

Sure you didn't plant them on them, are
you?

Changed the record, Rosie.

That one dropped out of the charts
months ago.

It's really getting a bit boring.

But not as boring as being stuck in this
house with three kids to feed and now

coming in.

And with us being stuck inside for
something it was fitted up for by you

You want to watch it, you know?

You'll end up in court yourself making
statements like that. Oh, do give over.

There's no way you lot will ever have me
in court.

You're quite sure about that, are you?

Oh, I'm positive, love.

And I'll tell you why I am.

Cos I'd welcome it. That's why they know
it.

Cos then the press would be there to
hear what I've got to say, wouldn't

And somebody might just start asking
some very awkward questions.

The weapon was actually found in the
back of his van, covered in bloodstains.

Exactly!

There's no way... It could have been my
Terry, isn't it?

Well, how do you work that out?

Because he just can't stand the sight of
blood, that's why.

Kills over you so much as prick yourself
always out.

And that lot over at Ashfordly Nick know
that.

Oh, I see. So they're all in on it now,
are they?

Oh, you can laugh, love.

But if that's so funny, you tell me why
Roly Carson's got quietly retired like

that straight after my Terry was sent
down.

Cos that is what happens, isn't it, when
one of your lot has been up to so much?

You don't get ad up like any of us lot
would. Oh, dear me, no.

They just get quietly shut.

Right?

That's ridiculous.

But not half as ridiculous as the idea
of that eight -and -a -half -stone

milesman hitting somebody over the head
with a pickaxe handle.

Cos he wouldn't hurt a fly, wouldn't
that, man?

All right, so forget it.

In fact, one of the great mysteries of
life as to anyone who knows him is how

ever managed to give me three kids.

You two must have known Terry Tierswood.

Little Terry.

Oh, I see.

What was he like?

Like Marty, little beggar.

Cried like a baby, you know. And that
old Carson's brought him in.

Was he the sort who'd take a pickaxe
handle to someone?

No.

Still, I suppose he has to be a first
-time for everything, really.

Yeah, right.

Can you spare a moment, Rowan?

You're not going on about that
Henderswood rubbish, are you?

I'm just a bit puzzled, that's all,
Sarge.

Puzzled?

About what could have happened to the
file.

The file?

On the case.

It seems to have gone missing.

At least the contacts have, anyway.

Well, wouldn't be the first time in the
history of the police force that a

file's gone missing, would it?

I suppose not, no.

Especially one of Rowley Carson's.

A bit careless about that sort of thing,
was he?

Well, if you say, he was far more
effective out there on the street than

was behind a typewriter, shall we?

Sounds like a man after me own heart,
Sarge.

No doubt, Rowan.

No doubt.

Why do you want the file, anyway?

It's ancient history, the Tenniswood
case.

Just curious.

Curious? Well, it seems so completely
out of character.

For tennis, would I mean?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know that you knew him.

I didn't.

I'm just going from what people say.

People?

You mean like that wife of his?

Not just her, Sarge.

Oh, I see.

You've been conducting some sort of
poll, then, have you?

Door -to -door job, was it?

Or did you just stop people at random on
the street?

I just happened to mention it to a
couple of people round the nick, Sarge.

Well, I'd have thought you'd have enough
to do without digging up old cases,

Rowan. I can see I'll have to find more
things to keep you occupied.

Right, Sarge.

How old was he?

Who?

Rowdy Carthens.

When he retired?

Oh, mid -forties, I suppose.

And pretty good at his job, right?

You better believe it.

So how comes he suddenly decided to
retire that early, then?

I don't know why, Rowan.

He never volunteered to tell me.

And I don't really think it's any of
your business.

So as you came through this door, Miss
Hamilton... Switching on the light, of

course. Right.

And where was he?

Kneeling there and stuffing things into
this sack he had with him.

Could you describe it?

Well, quite slight, I suppose.

But as I pointed out at the time, he did
have this balaclava thing over his

face, you know.

And then what happened?

Well, he saw me, he suddenly jumped up,
grabbed this stick thing and hit me over

the head with it. This stick thing being
the pickaxe handle, right?

Oh, so I'm told, yes.

And where did it come from, do you
think?

Well, he brought it in with him,
presumably.

You'd never seen it before?

It's hardly the sort of thing one is
likely to leave lying about the dining

room, Constable. A grubby pickaxe
handle.

So what else do you remember about that
night, Miss Hamilton?

Not a lot, really.

A door banging shut, I suppose, which
was presumably him making his getaway.

and then somehow managing to crawl to
the telephone and dialing 999.

After that, well, there I was in
hospital.

I must say, though, I was most impressed
by the speed with which the culprit was

apprehended. We seem to have shifted a
bit, Miss Hamilton.

How is P .C. Carson these days?

You're invited, I suppose.

Invited? To this do on Saturday.

Little Jenny Galvin's wedding to
Comfortable Bellamy.

Oh, that, yes.

Nick's best man, in fact.

What a noddy, though, eh?

What do you mean by that?

Well, it is a shotgun job, right?

I really wouldn't know.

Well, you're the only one in village who
doesn't.

If you don't.

Only, er, she's a patient of yours,
right?

Yes. I bet she's not been to see you
about any baby yet, has she?

I'd say that's between myself and
Jennifer, wouldn't you?

Thought not.

And won't be doing neither, in my
opinion.

Not this size of nuptials, any road.

What are you implying?

I'm not implying anything, Doctor.

I'm telling you.

Only when you've been a midwife as long
as I have, you get as you can tell,

don't you?

Just by looking at the faces.

Tell. Whether they are or not.

And I'm telling you, if that one's
carried, I'm King Farouk.

You don't really believe that, do you?

Course not.

Having said that, she did have a point.

What point?

Well, she hasn't been to see me.

Shirley Garvin, I mean.

And you'd think she'd want to make
absolutely sure if that's the only

they're getting married so quickly.

Do you think I should mention it to
Phil?

Certainly not.

Why not?

Well, apart from anything else, it
wouldn't be ethical, would it?

Well, I hardly think a spot on Mucky
Duffet between you and Mrs Bromley is

covered by the official secret, eh?

Now, listen, don't you dare say a word,
OK?

What, I let him go to his doom like a
lamb to the slaughter?

You did say lamb, not ram.

Ah, look.

Oh, it's you, is it?

Who do you think it was?

Paul McCartney?

Well, now you come to mention it, there
is an almost uncanny resemblance.

Ah, well, he should be so lucky.

Can I get you something?

What were the things you were rummaging
about way down there?

Milk style.

Ah, I'll have one of them.

But you don't drink milk style clothes?

You know, I know I don't normally, but
I've always wondered what they taste

like.

That's why it's known as the bottom
shelf.

Did I miss something?

Yeah, but don't worry about it. We made
up for it.

One and six, please.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

No.

Are you sure I'll take this over?

Is there a stock party here tonight?

Phil Bellamy's, yeah.

Thanks.

Another satisfied customer?

A few more like him. We can all retire.

Ah, well, yeah.

I think I'll have another one of
sixpence worth.

Have a good time.

Roly Cartman's will be there tonight.

Now, you be careful.

I'll see you later.

Yeah, but how many of me?

Here we are, George.

I'll have one of those, Phil, soon as
you're in the chair.

It must be on red.

Another one, please, George.

Cheers, Phil, and to Boy Scouts.

Be prepared!

Be prepared!

Get knotted, will you?

Aye, nothing but a good idea.

What the hell are you doing here?

Aye, not you at all, Mr Blake.

I was just thinking in there, I've not
seen as many blue bottles in one place

since my dog Alfred got at me chocolate
laxatives.

I trust you won't be hanging around
long. You're lowering the tone.

I beg your pardon, Mr Blake. This
happens to be my local.

I'll tell you something else and all. If
you're like don't behave themselves, I

might be forced to make a citizen's
arrest.

All right, Jim.

See you at eleven.

Right on, Mr Cartham.

Don't be late.

You get her from there?

Aye, I did.

And what do you want them for, though?

I've told you, Al. It's just a bit of a
joke.

No, you'll need to worry about it.

Yeah, no problem, sir. Oscar.

Bloody hell.

Roly Carsons.

Who let you in?

How are you? Oh, you know, a bit older,
a bit wiser.

I'm certainly older anyway.

Well, there's nothing wrong with your
timing.

Well, you know me. What do you have? A
pint, thanks. Right, George.

A pint. Nothing, George.

Well, hello, Mr. Carsons. How's it
going?

Still soldiering on? I heard you'd have
been a bit poorer.

No, I haven't learned to live with you,
no.

That's your new missus, is it?

Oh, it sure is, then, is it? The guide
dog.

My niece Gina.

Roly Carsons.

So that's the legendary Roly Carsons, is
it?

Aye, that's him.

ourselves thinking it.

See, what you have to realise about
Jenny is a lovely girl.

No doubt about that.

A really lovely bit of stuff.

But thick.

She's just so thick, that girl.

I mean, with your care, you're all
right.

Not just attractive.

You don't mind saying so? No.

She's not okay.

But Jenny?

Nobody at home.

I mean, is that a recipe for happy
marriage? I mean, you tell me, is it?

That's the end.

She's up the stick.

Courtesy of yours truly.

So what else can I do but marry her?

Rowley Carlton was right.

Nick Rowan.

You took over my old patch, you did.

That's right. How's it going?

All right. Excellent.

Put it there.

What are you having?

I'll have the same again, please.

Gina!

When you're ready, darling, to evil.

Listen.

Clear up a little mystery for me, will
you? If I can, yeah.

One of your old files seems to have gone
missing.

One of my old files?

The one on Terry Tinnisman.

That one, really?

Do you remember that case?

The peak of an otherwise undistinguished
career, was that, Collar?

Gone missing, is it?

Seems to have. You got any idea where it
might be? Me? No, not at all, no, no.

More than likely happened when they
cleared Mr. White, I suppose.

Why do you want it, anyway? He's not
escaped, is he?

No, no, it's just something that came
up, that's all.

What?

Well, bought up, really, by his wife.
Oh.

Yes, he still reckons he's innocent.

Good old Rosie, blaming everyone but
herself, as usual, for the mess she

finds herself in. She's still at it, is
she?

Tell me, darling, thanks very much.
Thanks.

Well, you must have moved pretty
sharpish that night. I think our tinners

like that. Do you want two beer?

Oh, yeah.

Sorry, Mike.

Well, if you want the truth, lad, I'm
lucky, that's all.

I mean, dead lucky, really.

Yeah? Yeah.

You see, I'd had a tip -off earlier on
that evening that an old van had been

hanging about suspiciously down at
Poshendit Village, you see.

And, of course, when I heard what the
registration was... It rang a bell, did

it? Oh, it engraved on my heart the
number of Terry Tinniswood's old banger.

So once I'd got Miss Hamilton off to
hospital, I said, I'd nip straight round

Tinniswood. And, of course, when I'm
knocked on the door, there's no way

going to let me in.

So I reckon I had to be up till summer.

And, of course, when I found the van
unlocked, there on the seat...

Pickaxe band.

I can hardly believe my eyes, honestly.

Seems a bit careless.

That's what he was famous for, wasn't
it?

Covering his tracks.

Absolutely. So what happened that night,
do you think?

Who knows that, who knows?

Me, I was just grateful someone had at
last.

I suppose even the smartest of us makes
mistakes sometimes, eh?

Yeah, right.

What are you two so deep in conversation
about, then?

What's good?

I'm just telling your Nick here about
the finest moment of my career.

The night I finally nailed non -stick
Terry.

Yes. Tell me again, is it?

Oh, yes, please.

Right.

Sorry, lads.

Relax, it's only a moment.

Just making conversation, Sarge, that's
all.

Of course you were.

By the way, I saw Miss Hamilton after
that.

She said you went round to see her.

Shut up! Shut up! Hey, you better get
outside quick.

Come on, it's serious.

So your story, Greengrass, is you went
outside and you saw this bloke running

away, right?

What do you mean, my story?

Why'd you go outside anyway?

It's not like you.

Leaving a bar while they're still
serving.

Not as old to do with you. Well, going
on, wasn't it? That record player on

Saladi gave me the earache.

And when you went outside, you
definitely saw somebody running away,

Right.

What did he look like, this somebody?

Well, he was like, um... youngish.

Is that the best you can do?

That he was youngish?

Well, to tell you the truth, I thought
it was one of your lot.

One of our lot?

Yeah, you know, Rosa, cos he'd been in
here earlier on.

What, at the party?

It has.

What a thought.

You're not just making this lot up, are
you, Greengrass, just to cover yourself?

No, don't start having a go at me just
because you're like we're playing silly

buggers. Look, the thing is, we need to
let Jennifer know what's happened.

Do you know where she lives?

I'm sure I might have her address
somewhere.

I'll have a look.

Here we are.

Right, Kate, could you do us a favour?
Can you run her up to the hospital for

me? Only I can't get away.

So what you're telling me now is you
actually spoke to this bloke?

Yes, we both did.

What do you mean, both?

Me and young Gina over there.

Is there anything else you can remember
about him, Gina?

Anything at all?

I don't think so.

Except for these tattoos.

Tattoos? Yeah, he had these tattoos on
the back of his hands.

How is he?

Oh, I don't know yet.

Kate's still in with him.

Where's Jennifer?

Here she comes.

How old is he?

Well, he's still alive, no thanks to
you.

Me? You were in on it, weren't you?

No, not me.

No. I bet you didn't know to stop it,
though, did you? I thought you were

supposed to be his rotten pal.

It was a bit of a joke that went wrong,
that's all.

Oh, a joke, was it? Well, believe me, he
might feel not laughing.

The good news was no real harm done. It
looked a lot worse than it was.

Thank God for that. So what's the bad
news?

Well, he has got concussion and they'll
want to keep him in for a couple of

days' observation.

Bangles, my wedding for Saturday, right?

I'm afraid so.

Great.

Have you any idea yet who might have
done it?

The most likely suspect seems to be some
bloke who was spotted running off by

Greengrass, of all people.

Well, did he recognise him?

Well, not as such, no.

but he had been in the pub earlier, so
we got a pretty good description.

He had a couple of tattoos.

Tattoos? Yeah, a line on the back of
each hand.

Well, there can't be too many of those
about.

Well, that's what we thought.

Now, don't worry, Jennifer.

We'll get him. Oh, yeah.

And what about his so -called mates who
caused all this in the first place?

Some sort of an award, Greengrass.

Yeah, you know, for having a girl last
night like I did, you know, because if I

hadn't have done that, that young copper
of yours could have been a goner,

couldn't he? So what exactly did you
have in mind?

Victoria Cross, perhaps?

Oh, don't talk that. No, but I've heard
the Queen's got a medal like she gets to

people for, like, bravery and that sort
of thing.

Oh, yes, that one.

Yeah, what do you think?

What do I think?

I think you should get out of here,
Greengrass.

Fast. No, no, you don't understand.

Greengrass, get out!

Now!

The next time one of you lot's in
trouble, I should know what to do,

Run! My office, now!

Yes, sir? Shut the door.

Well, it's better news about Phil,
Sarge.

It's not Bellamy I want to talk about.

No? No, I want to talk about Rowley
Carsons and this burning curiosity you

to have developed about his sudden
retirement.

Not, of course, it's really any of your
business.

Phil, we can't have you harbouring
suspicions that perhaps somebody up

suddenly decided the time has come to
sweep Rowley Carsons into the carpet.

It just seemed a bit strange for him to
retire like that. That's all, Sarge.

Well, of course it did.

A man like Rowley Carsons.

No wonder you were suspicious.

Right, then.

Just to put your mind at rest, I've
decided to tell you just exactly why...

Rolly Carson's retired early.

And believe me, it's got nothing to do
with Terry Tinniswood or that

big -mouthed wife of his.

Cancer.

The secondary, apparently.

So why was it all kept so secret, then?

That's the way Carson's wanted it.

God, you must have felt awful.

At least he's in the clear as far as the
job's concerned.

See, from what I saw of him, I liked
him.

A lot of the things that he believed in
about community policing are the things

that I believe in.

Well, at least the door's cleared up
now.

Yeah, but it isn't, Kate, is it?

It isn't.

What was it that made me suspicious of
him in the first place?

The fact that he took early retirement.

No, the fact that he was acting
completely out of character by doing

The thing Miss Tinniswood would have
been doing if he'd have hit Miss

over the head.

But he was in the area that night,
because his van had been spotted.

And when Carson's got to his place, he
wouldn't let him in.

So what was he up to?

Unless, of course... What?

Oh, I'd have to check it. Check what?

Yeah, but I'd have to go to Ashfordly
and dig out the old occurrence books.

There's no way I can do that. Not with
Blaketon on the warpath.

I know.

Nick, what are all these?

They're crime reports.

Going back to the year dot.

You fill them out every day.

And at the end of the year, we shove
them up here.

There you go.

How will they help?

That depends.

Depends on what?

On whether I'm right or not.

Here we go.

Well, well, well.

How about that, then?

August the 23rd, Rosie, a couple of
years ago.

A night to remember, right?

There were two break -ins that night.

The one your Terry got his collar felt
for.

and the other one at the home of a
couple called Mather.

Only we didn't find anyone for that job.

It was clean as a whistle.

In fact, in many ways, a typical Terry
Tinniswood tickle, I'd say.

Do you want to tell me about it?

Don't know what you're on about.

Honest.

What I'm on about, Rosie, is shaving
your husband's worthless neck and

mine out a mile to do so.

So do yourself a favour.

Stop mucking me about, and for once in
your life, try telling the truth for a

change.

There were two break -ins that night,
Sarge, not one.

And there's no way Pinnerswood could
have done both jobs. They were ten miles

apart, and there wasn't enough time.

And according to Rosie, it was the
Mathers' place that Terry broke into,

Miss Hamilton's.

How come neither of them said so at the
time?

Because they assumed that if they had...

Terry would have carried the can for
both jobs, I suppose.

And you expect me to take that woman's
word for all this?

Against the word of one of the best
police officers that's ever been my

privilege to command?

No, of course not, Sarge.

This is what's left of the stuff that
Terry stole from the Mathers' place.

They were still stashing it away,
apparently, when Broly Carson's arrived.

which is why they wouldn't let him in.

I think you'll find it all matches that
list of stolen goods you've got there.

You just couldn't leave it alone, could
you, Rowan?

You're telling me I should have, then,
Sarge?

I just hope you realise, that's all,
what a can of worms you've opened here.

And it won't do your own career
prospects much good, either.

Whistleblowers don't rise too rapidly in
my experience.

There's a bloke already served 18 months
for a job he didn't do.

Who should have been inside years ago.

Yeah, but not for this one.

And that is what really matters, isn't
it, Sarge? Or else everything's down the

pan.

Yeah, you're right, Rowan.

Oh, just one more thing.

I wouldn't like to think...

that you're suggesting that I was party
to any of this.

I thought you knew me better than that,
Sarge.

You ready?

Yeah, I suppose.

All right?

Yeah.

It's just Jenny came to see me last
night.

Oh, yeah?

She's lost her baby, she says.

I see.

Yeah, funny.

Just when I was getting used to the idea
of being a dad.

She's broken off the engagement as well.

She has?

Yeah.

By the way she saw it, there was no need
for us to get married, was there?

Oh, well.

I do think they'd drop the hook anyway.

Well, that's the problem.

I don't know if I want to be.

You don't?

Well, I've been doing what I was
thinking when I was lying there and

how much I was looking forward to
marrying her.

Do me a favour, will you, Nick?

Take me right to Jenny's.

I'm going to tell her I'll marry her
after all.

You sure about that?

I've never been more sure about anything
in my life, I tell you.

Well, I'll wait around then.

See if I am needed on Saturday.

Cheers, mate.

Hello, love. Can I come in? No.

Why not?

I'm undressed.

So?

You bastard!

No!

Oh, my God!

Come here!

If you'll just listen.

You can explain.

You two -timing joke.

Yes. Well, go on, then. Explain.

It was my boyfriend, Peter.

Long before I ever met you.

Oh, Willie.

Only, he wouldn't marry me like, so we
had this dead big row and he walked out

on me.

Only, when he found out I'd took up with
you and were having to marry you like

it, he'd come dashing back, didn't he?

Just mad with jealousy, I suppose.

So when he saw you there... Well, he
just lost all control of himself, didn't

he? And that's his story, is it?

Well, it happens to be the truth,
Squire.

And now he's realised, hasn't he? Just
how out of order he was.

Oh, has he?

For looking me about, I mean.

Now he says he will marry me.

Only don't be planning no honeymoon, cos
you're nicked, sunshine.

$54 ,000 question being a court, was she
ever pregnant in the first place?

What was it she said again?

She said she supposed she could have
been.

Poor old Bellamy.

Hey, Kate, this is Rowley Carsons.

You'll be Mrs. Rowan, right?

Yes, hello. Hello.

Have you got a minute to...? Yeah, of
course. I'll leave you to it. No, it's

right. I'm sure Nick's told you all
about this.

Anyway, I won't take very long. Is it
all right if I...? Yes, yes, of course.

Joe.

Only I've made a false statement to
Blaketon.

Admitting everything, of course. I think
it's best to come forward voluntarily.

Perhaps they'll go a bit easier on me
that way, you know.

Now, that is, of course, if you are
happy to go along with that.

Yeah, yeah, more than happy.

Thanks very much.

Well, that's it, I think.

He's a good copper. He'll do all right.

Just tell me one thing, will you?

Yeah.

Why?

It's a good question, is that?

Well...

I'll tell you what happened.

I was already at Mather's when I got the
call that Miss Hamilton's place had

been done over, you see.

Now, I could tell straight away that the
Mather's job had to be one of Teddy

Tinniswood's, you know what I mean?

Yeah, I think so.

But there was no way I was ever going to
be able to pin it on him, you see.

So when I got over to Miss Hamilton's
and I found this pickaxe handle lying

there, well, I've taken it along with me
to Teddy Tinniswood's.

Now, not with the intention of planting
it on him. I mean, it wasn't that cold

-blooded.

Only when I found Terry's van door
unlocked... Well, I was tempted, weren't

You see, all I could think about, all
the time I was thinking, now he's going

get away with this.

He's going to carry on long after I'm
gone.

Because, you see, it was the same day
that I got the... you know, the bad news

from the doctor. What I got to lose, you
see.

Now, I'm not trying to justify what I
did. It was wrong, I know that.

But I got the chance just to tilt the
scales in our favour for once.

And I succumbed.

Just the once in 30 years.

But you see, when it's something as
important as the law you're on about,

the once is enough, right?

What do you think they'll do to him?

Well, they'll throw the bucket at him,
of course.

But from what Blaketon says, he went
around long enough to have to face it.

He used to be right about that bit,
anyway.

Uh -oh.

Hello, Rosie.

Oh, hello.

He'll be home soon, then, your Terry.

Yeah, but he won't stay out of the way.

After what he's been put through.

Well, at least his name's been cleared.

Exactly. And how long before he's up to
his old tricks?

I'll have a copper's round every five
minutes each time a set of spoons goes

missing. At least I got a piece whilst
he was in Scotland.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why doesn't love kiss?

pain in my memory