All language subtitles for heartbeat_s03e03_dead_ringer

Heartbeats, what do you miss when my
baby kisses me?

Heartbeats, what does a love kiss say in
my memory?

Hey, Joe.

Where you going with that gun in your
hand?

Hey, Joe.

I said, where you going with that gun in
your hand?

Oh, yeah.

I'm going out to shoot my old lady.

You know, I caught him messing around
with another man.

Yes.

I'm going out to shoot my old lady.

You know, I caught him messing around
with another man.

And that ain't too cool.

Hey, Joe.

I heard you shot your woman down.

Shot her down, down.

I heard you shot your old lady down.

You shot her down to the ground.

Yeah.

Yes, I did, I shot her.

You know, I caught her messing around,
messing around town.

Yes, I did, I shot her.

You know, I caught my old lady messing
around town.

And I gave her the gun.

Nick!

Nick!

Aidensfield Police.

Oh, hello, Alf.

The pawnbrokers.

Well, it's been broken into.

Isn't that on Phil's beat?

Well, when did he last ring in?

About 40 minutes ago.

Could be he's on to something.

Having a quiet fag behind the fire
station.

Soon as he makes point, I'll send him
on.

Some sort of van, you think? Aye, small.

A minivan, maybe?

Like I say, small.

Dark coloured?

Black. Or maybe blue.

No, no, I tell her like, we're green,
dark green.

Making such a racket, enough to wake up
the dead.

Well, thanks for your help, Mr Harris.
I'd given you the number, but it was

going so fast.

If we need to speak to you again, we'll
be in touch. Excuse me.

Phil,

Alves just told me.

What happened?

How do you mean?

You're supposed to be doing up in this
area, aren't you?

I've got a car up in something.

What's the damage?

Fiona's still checking.

I've got a patient waiting there. I was
daydreaming over the paper, I swear to

you. If Mr Parrish hadn't phoned... Mr
Parrish? I can't believe he's playing

up again.

Mr Parrish is on my list, Alex.

Yes,

of course he is.

What on earth am I doing?

Feeling the urge to work again, that's
what.

Oh, heavens, no. It's just... I'm sorry,
Kate.

Damn telephone call obviously got me
going.

Don't even think about it.

No.

Well, I... I'll leave him to you then,
eh?

Marvellous. I put my head down for five
minutes, there's a bloody crime wave.

One of the neighbours saw a minivan when
she was putting her cat out. She

thought it was delivering.

Delivering? That time of night?

They deserve to be robbed.

What about this minivan, then?

Well, there's no number for it, Sarge.

But everyone who heard it said it had a
rather loud exhaust.

Well, these thieves seem to have known
what they were looking for.

Bellamy, you were on duty last night.

Yes, Sarge. Well, a van loading up at
the back of a shop, 11 o 'clock at

Where the hell were you?

Well, I checked the premises just before
the break -in, Sarge.

And you saw and heard nothing?

Well, no, I'd moved on by then, hadn't
I?

What were you doing there, Rowan?

Well, Alf called me up.

Alf?

Well, it sounded like it might have been
a mob -handed job.

You know that PC Bellamy might have
needed some help.

Right.

Well, you handled it, Rowan.

Jewelry shouldn't be difficult to
recognize.

If anything starts circulating, I want
to know.

That'd have to be pretty dumb to try,
Sarge. If all criminals were

we'd be out of a job.

He's very friendly, isn't he?

Real tough to get Jimbo.

I'm Dr. Rowan. Mr. Parrish called the
surgery.

All right, David.

I'll handle this.

Come on then, Doctor.

I'm sorry to make a fuss.

It's no trouble, Mr. Parrish.

When did you first have treatment for
this?

Shortly after I came to live here.

Dr Ferrenby put it down to chronic
bronchitis.

Were you ever a smoker, Mr Parrish? Not
me.

No, you need a good pair of lungs in my
job.

Greyhound trainer, wasn't I?

You seem to have made quite a go of it.
I had a bit of luck now and then.

Is Jimbo one of your racing dogs?

No. I gave it up some years back.

But I kept Jimbo.

I trained him up just to keep me
hunting, like.

Well, what do you think?

I'm not sure.

It seems odd that before you came here,
you had no history of chest trouble.

No, it isn't.

I come here for me health.

After I retired.

And this happens.

You were in the First World War, Mr
Parrish?

Right, with the West Gents.

That's me and me mates before we left
for Gallipoli.

The reason I ask is that some of my
patients still suffer the after -effects

gassing. Oh, it's none of that in
Gallipoli.

There was Turks, heat flies and thick as
two short planks generals.

Just a thought.

Fine -looking young men.

Aye.

None of them came back, you know.

Saving yours truly like.

Here, Billy.

Take one for yourself and all, here. And
one for Liverpool Lil.

Oh, thanks, Claude.

You sold another bit of land, Claude.
Oh, got me insurance money through for

car at last.

The American one? What took them so
long?

They said I was only insured third
-party fire and theft, so I told them

was a third party that nicked it and set
fire to it.

Mild, isn't it? First time you make a
legitimate claim, they try to knock you.

I bet you're made of profit, though.

Naturally. I mean, it's still a liberty,
isn't it?

Gina, you know most of the young lads
around here, don't you?

Well, I know a few, like... Do you know
one with a black greyhound?

Black greyhound?

Oh, that would be David Parrish.

Parrish. Her name rings a bell.

It's not his, though. Belongs to his
grandad.

You know, the old chap who bought the
Harrison place.

Yeah, David's come 12 miles on the farm.
He's not well, you see.

Anyway, what do you want to know for?

Oh, I know that I just saw the dog
running, you know.

It looks like a flying machine.

David!

How is he, Doctor?

Not great.

I'll make up a mixture to ease the cost,
but he'll have to stay indoors and

rest. I hate to see him like that.

Sometimes he can't seem to breathe at
all.

I wish he'd pack it in.

Mum and Dad want him with us, but he
won't have it, will he?

Any progress locating that minivan,
Rowan?

Not yet, Sarge.

With the dodgy exhaust, we should find
it.

Not much to go on, is it?

It's about all we've got.

And if it's local, we'll have it.

Aye. And pigs might fly.

Are you sure it's bronchitis?

Well, it's very common among men of his
age in this part of the world.

Yes, but he doesn't come from round
here.

And he's had no history of chest trouble
until this flared up a few months ago.

So?

So I'm wondering if it might be an
allergic reaction.

An allergic reaction?

Yes.

I'm sure I read somewhere about an
allergy with symptoms very similar to Mr

Parrish's. Do you know what I do when I
hear the word allergy, Kate? I reach for

the syrup of figs.

If you take my advice, you'll do exactly
the same thing, my dear.

You're the cop for dealing with that
pawnbroker's job on Marshall Street.

Have you got a name?

Yeah, all right.

What number look up?

Right.

I'd still like to know your name.

Concerned citizen.

Right, thank you.

Alf, I've just had a tip -off about that
pawnbroker's break -in.

Oh, yeah?

Anonymous. The bloke says the gear's
stashed in the lock -up.

Tell you who owns the lock -up.

I've got a name.

Could be having me on. I'll check it
out.

Useless, dozy animal.

I'm doing the best I can with him, Mr.
Scarman.

Ah, you promised me the Maddles Kirk
trophy this year, Wilfred. Give him a

chance, Jack. What do you know about it?

I was just... Wait in the car.

The money I've put into that dog.

Eh? And for what? To be laughed off the
sodding racetrack.

Jack, you don't seem to be chasing.

Chasing? Well, you know what it's like
with grounds. I mean, you can never

can you? I mean, what looks best when
you buy can perform least when you race

it. Spare me the clod kicker wisdom, eh,
Greengrass?

Oh, no, just me. You know, when you put
your sort of money into grounds, I mean,

it's natural you want a winner.

The only race that bugger will win is a
three -legged handicap.

I know, but what you seize is not always
what you get, is it?

Just why the hell are you here anyway,
Greengrass?

I thought you never asked, Jack.

As it was on a letter.

What have you found?

Some jewellery.

Stolen by the look of it.

Bloody hell.

What do you know of the bloke who rented
it?

Not a lot.

He rang up, and we agreed terms, and he
sent someone round with the renting

cash. When was that?

A week back.

And how did he sound?

Youngish.

Local, I'd say.

Oh, hang on, I've got an address.

In case of emergency.

There.

Here we are.

Bet that's one emergency he didn't
reckon on.

Yes, well, they've made me the captain
again this year. Yes, you told us that

the other night, sir.

I'm very proud.

Well, what's this, then? Oh, you got
lucky then, Nick. It's about half the

staff, Nick, from the pawnbrokers. Oh,
well done, Rowan. It's about time you

started to earn your keep.

Any idea who parked the stuff, then?

I've got an address.

Oh, do we know him?

Well, according to the owner of the lock
-ups, it was rented to a Mr Peter

Bennett living at this address.

Do you recognise it, Phil?

Is it some kind of a joke?

What's going on?

It's Phil's address.

It's nothing to do with me, Sarge.

A serious crime is committed on your
beat.

You see and hear nothing.

Then some of the loot turns up in
premises, rented by a mysterious

your initials and your address.

And all you can say is it's nothing to
do with me, Sarge.

I know how it looks, Sarge, but...
That's not how it looks.

It's how it is, Bellamy.

It doesn't add up, Sarge.

In fact, the whole thing smells.

Stinks to our heavens how I'd describe
it, Roman.

An anonymous tip -off that leads us
straight to Phil's address.

Has to be a set -up, Sarge.

That has yet to be determined.

I'll have to search your flat, Bellamy,
if you've no objections.

No, Sarge.

Now then, David Parrish, is it?

That's right.

Of this parish?

I bet they all say that.

We've not met proper. I'm one of your
neighbours, Claude Greengrass.

Aye, I've seen you about, Mr Greengrass.
Well, I heard like your grandad won't

very well, so as I was patting, I
thought I'd bring him a nice few fresh

and a couple of watsits.

Aye.

I'll hold him for you.

I'll take you to see him, only he was up
most of the night and he's resting now.

Ah, well, best let him rest, eh? Yeah.

It's real decent of you, Mr Gringer.
It's the sort of thing we do up here,

know, neighbours.

Is there anything else?

No, no, no.

Well, as a matter of fact, there is
probably one favour you can do me.

I'll just take these and then I'll be
right back.

Right, I'll look after the... That's my
machine.

You've got some quarters.

Well, no one told me about her, the way
she lies.

Well, no one told me about her, how many
people cried.

But it's too late to say you're sorry.

How would I know? Why should I care?

Please don't bother trying to find her.

She's not there.

There's nothing here, Sarge.

No, nothing here either.

Told you.

It's for your own good, this Bellamy.

Sarge, I'm no thief.

Maybe not.

But someone might say that you have
taken a payoff for looking the other

So now you're saying I'm a bent copper,
eh, Sarge? I'm just telling you how this

could look to others.

Our superiors in division who don't know
you from squid.

Sarge, it's a set -up.

Bellamy may not be brain of Britain, but
even he wouldn't rent a lock -up using

his own address.

So what happens now, then, eh?

Well, that's for others to decide.

Until they do, you know the procedure.

You're on suspension.

I'll keep you informed of the situation.

Rowan?

Don't worry, Phil.

I'll sort this out.

Rowan!

You know it's forbidden to see or speak
to an officer under suspension.

Yes, Sergeant.

Right, then.

Let's have you.

I'll see you soon.

I had to tell him about it, didn't I?

Yeah.

And,

Jack,

have I got an eye or haven't I?

Ever get tired of your own voice,
Greengrass?

Look, Jack, if you don't want to
bother... Oh, no offence, Claude. Hey,

bloody hound left Northern Flash
standing.

Right. Is it done or not, then?

One way or another, I want that
Maddleskirt trophy.

It's on all right.

Hey, and don't worry about the white
patch. I'll sort that lot out.

I want that dog racing fit. Get it here
on a regular basis.

Leave it to me. Hey, and I'll keep the
kid sweet.

Don't let me down, Claude.

That dog will be carrying real money on
the night.

Profit for me.

And you, Claude.

Did he have to suspend him?

Well, you know Blaketon. He likes to
play things by the book.

Any idea who might have set him up?

No, not yet.

We need to trace that man back.

Oi!

I know that woman from somewhere.

Back at noon.

Who is she?

Literally mine.

Who are those two at Greengrass, George?

I don't know the woman.

Debbie, I think Greengrass called her.

But the bloke, though, he's somewhere
else.

Jack Scarman.

Property developer.

Should I know him?

You would if you crossed him in business
or hung around dog tracks.

The duty load for night patrol's out.

All right.

Wednesday the 23rd, three weeks to go.

What about it?

Well, I'm on night relief, and Phil was
supposed to meet me at the Master Street

cool box.

He was 15 minutes late.

So?

So, it says here he was on time.

You're writing out.

Come on, Nick.

We've all covered for a mate in our
time.

Yeah, but covered what for a mate?

It happened again the night of the
robbery.

Same time, same location.

And you covered for that and all, didn't
you?

OK.

I thought there was a bird involved,
didn't I?

Is her name Debbie?

He never said.

And I never asked.

Well, I will.

What? Speak to him while he's on
suspension?

What if Blaketon finds out?

You can cover for me.

You're good at that, aren't you?

Mr Parrish!

Up here, Doctor.

How are you feeling?

Not too bad now.

Last night.

I need to ask you a few questions. Do
you feel up to it?

Far away.

All right.

Is this the first time you've tried your
hand at farming?

Far...

I'd hardly call fattening up a few
calves farming, Doctor.

Yes, but did you ever spend a lot of
time on a farm before you came here?

No.

Town born and bred me.

I want to take a blood sample, Mr.
Parrot.

As soon as the lab check it, we'll know
for sure.

Know what?

The cause of your illness.

And in the meantime, I want you to stay
away from the barns and the animals.

Not even going to see Jimbo?

Until we get the results of the blood
test.

Best not.

Enjoying your holiday?

Nick.

Well, some people have all the luck.

Blankton will have your head on a plate
for this.

Well, I was out for a drink and guess
who I bumped into, Sarge?

Do you want a drink?

No, thanks.

You sure?

Phil, have you got any thoughts on who
might have set you up?

Could be anybody, couldn't it?

I mean, we don't make many friends in
this job, do we?

Where were you when the breaking
happened?

You weren't on your beat, were you?

Has Alf been talking?

He didn't have to.

It's obvious you were missing.

Splegton, no.

No, not yet.

But he ain't stupid the minute he
checks.

Yeah, well, I'll deal with that when it
happens.

Were you with Debbie?

Out of order, Nick.

Look, this wouldn't be the first time a
good -looking woman was used to set a

copper up, Phil.

Debbie wouldn't.

It's personal, Nick.

End of story, all right?

If she had you looking the other way
when that break -in happened, that makes

official.

So where do I find her? Forget it.

Suit yourself.

I'll have a word with Scarman.

She is his bird, isn't she?

Nick!

Wait.

Sorry, mate.

You alright?

Come on.

Scarman's got a scared rotten Nick.

And if he finds out, and he will, you
know, if this goes public, you can

what he'll do to him.

Is he violent?

No, with him, it's all in his head.

He gets others to do his nasty bits.

Well, I've checked him out. He's got no
form of any kind.

Scarman stays this side of the law.

Business, at any rate.

But he's ruthless, Nick.

It's like he is with his women.

How'd you get involved in all this,
Phil?

Found Debbie outside her house one
night.

She was in a rag state.

She tried leaving him and got knocked
about for her trouble.

By Scar?

No, by one of his dodgy mates.

Anyway, I kept an eye on her and one
thing led to another.

Playing Sir Galahad while on duty.

You were asking for it, weren't you?

Still, one thing about all this, it
gives us someone with a motive to want

you.

No, Scammon doesn't know anything about
it.

Well, they only saw Debbie later, eh?
Well, these things get known, don't

And if he did know, what would he do
about it?

Well, he'd definitely go for Debbie.

Yeah, right.

After settling with you first, mate.

Morning, Kate.

Hello.

I've just got the report back on Mr
Parrish's blood test.

On what test?

To check for allergic reactions.

Oh, yes.

Well, what about it?

It's not chronic bronchitis.

It's intrinsic allergic alveolitis.

It's caused by... Are you accusing me of
misdiagnosing Mr Parrish's illness?

No, of course not. You want to know.

You're just teaching me my job. Isn't
that it?

No, Alex.

The disease has only recently been
identified.

Something called farmer's lung caused by
fungus spores in mouldy hay.

I see.

Sorry, Kate.

You couldn't possibly have known.

At the very least, I should have known
it wasn't bronchitis.

If I hadn't read that article, I would
have missed it too.

But you didn't.

And I did.

Well done, Kate.

Miss Chapman?

Yes? P .C. Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

I'm pursuing inquiries about a break -in
at the pawnbroker's up the road.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, I can't answer that.

But it's got everything to do with Phil
Bellamy.

It's all right.

He knows I'm here.

You'd better come in.

I don't know what you want to hear, Mr.
Rowan.

I've just been asking you to consider
the possibility that Jack Scarman knew

about you and Phil.

But he doesn't know.

Someone set Phil up, and I reckon it was
Scarman.

You'll never pin that on Jack.

Well, he likes to box clever, doesn't
he?

You know, swim through the muck and come
up smelling of roses.

If he did want to do Phil, how would he
go about it?

Jack?

He's the same bloke he set on me, I
suppose.

Do you know who he is?

Don't want to know, do I?

Phil put himself on the line for you.

He's past the age of consent, isn't he?

This business could destroy his career
if it's not cleared up.

If Jack is behind it, there is a block
he'd use.

He's a bit older than Phil and fancies
himself as the right tough guy.

At least where women are concerned.

So you do know who he is?

Yeah.

I've met him.

Jack had him pressuring me when I wanted
to leave.

How?

Knocking me about.

Like how I met Phil, when this character
had almost run me over.

What's his name?

I only know him as Eddie.

He didn't exactly introduce himself.

Really fancied himself, though.

Drive the cooped -up minivan.

So now we're looking for a minivan with
a souped -up engine.

Every witness I spoke to said it kicked
up a racket when it was driven off.

Yeah, faulty exhaust.

Well, that's what I thought.

But according to this Debbie, it's got a
souped -up engine.

I don't see how it helps.

We can't go round looking under the
bonnet of every minivan in the country.

No, it's a minivan.

Dark green bodywork.

With a Cooper engine?

Could be.

Hang about.

What's this?

Farmer's long, then, is it?

Yes.

Will I get better?

If we've caught it early enough.

And I think we have.

But you'll have to stay away from hay
and straw.

But what about my calves?

Any kind of animal farming is out of the
question.

I can't stay out here unless I'm
earning.

Well, I can only advise you, but if you
want to get better, you'll have to have

someone else look after the animals.

I can't afford that.

What a bit of a dream, you know.

Having a place like this.

I retired.

I'm sorry.

But your health must come first, Mr
Parrish.

Morning, David.

Oh, Dr Rowan.

Keep being busy?

Yeah. Me and Jimbo have been helping Mr
Greengrass out.

Helping train greyhounds, but don't tell
me Grandad.

I didn't know Mr Greengrass kept
greyhounds.

No, not his. Mr Scarman's dogs.

Mr Scarman's?

Looks like well -paid work.

Salty. Mr Greengrass has been really
generous about it.

Fish fingers.

I like fish fingers.

Good.

Nick, I'm a bit worried about David
Parrish.

He's working for Greengrass and he
doesn't want his grandfather to know.

Why? Apparently, Mr Parrish was one of
the best greyhound trainers in the

country before he came up here.

Now, Greengrass is using Jimbo, Mr
Parrish's greyhound, to help train up

else's dog.

Whose dog?

Jack Scarman's.

I thought that might interest you.

Hello, Chloe.

Oh, frightened the life out of me.

How's your lap been lately?

Oh, you know, open and down, mostly in
the middle.

Even on the dog tracks.

You all right?

He's gone down the wrong hole.

I hear you've been helping out Jack
Scarman.

Well, he's a bit of business, that's
all.

He's, you know, his acquaintance.

I'm looking for a friend of his.

Young bloke, about 30 -ish, drives a
souped -up minivan.

Has he got a name?

No name.

Better get him baptised, then, haven't
you?

Come on, Claude.

Look, I'm just helping Scarman out,
that's all. I don't know about the

who work for him, do I?

It's none of my business.

And no one's ground racing mine.

Until maybe now.

I'll see you, Claude.

Come on.

David!

I've just had the village constable on
the phone, David.

Oh, what for?

A chat about you and Mr Greengrass.

And how it might concern Jimbo.

I didn't do anything wrong, did I?

Mr Greengrass said not to worry about
it. Don't worry.

I know me own grandson.

More to the point, I know the ways of
some of the greyhound world.

What do you mean?

First, tell me what's been happening.

And I mean everything.

Edward Mooney.

You what?

That vehicle's registered to one Edward
Mooney. There's been a drift in lean.

It's probably out of date.

Right. I won't be long.

Where are you going?

If anyone asks, you can cover for me.

Hello, Phil.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Can I come in?

Yeah, and what if Blayton is?

He won't.

Sir.

Are you broadening your mind, then?

Well, have you heard of an Eddie Mooney?

Eddie Mooney?

Can't say I have. Why?

Well, we think we found the van, and
it's registered in his name.

It wasn't a dodgy exhaust. It's got a
souped -up engine.

Well, do we know where he lives?

No, but we found the garage he uses, so
hopefully we'll find him soon.

Good. Niff, don't you go wandering off
this afternoon. You stay by the phone.

What, I missed this?

Come and get a cup of tea.

You'll look after Jimbo? Oh, don't worry
about that. He'll be all right with me

and Alfred.

Right, I'll see you after the big race,
then. Right, Olsen.

Oh, what kept you?

Well, I came back as quick as I could.
I've just had a call from the police at

Maddleskirt Dog Track.

The van's there and so's Mooney, they
reckon.

Have you told Blaketon?

Not yet, no.

He's out at the moment.

Right, well, when he gets back, tell him
I've gone over there to deal with it,

all right?

Phil? It's me.

Listen, get yourself over to the
Maddleskirk dog track. I'll meet you in

park.

Yeah.

All right, I'll see you then.

Thanks, Al.

You left a message.

What kept you?

Visiting me auntie in Leeds, right?

Hello, Gorgie.

Missed me, have you?

Not very friendly to your mates, is she,
Gough?

She's still learning.

Here.

Get weaving.

Gorgie, Gorgie, it's rat six.

Next. Northern Flash.

Northern Flash.

Times today at 29 .40, running in the
Murdleskirk Trophy Wraith owner, Jay

Garman, right? Right.

Northern Flash, trap one.

Thanks. Next.

Keep staring at him.

Go on, go on, go on.

Are you sure Jimbo will be all right?

Take it easy, son.

He'll play my game now.

We'll see who plays it best.

This is the one.

I want that basket, Nick. Take it easy,
Phil. Come on, let's go and get him.

He's probably going to be with Scarman.

Scarman's here today.

He's got the dog running in the big
race.

Everything all right?

Right.

Rembrandt couldn't have done a better
job.

Their own mothers wouldn't know my
power.

How's it going out there?

We're on next race.

Are we? Trap one?

Hey, not a bad draw.

Right, I'd better get the breast sorted
out.

Good.

How much are you having on? As much as I
can get.

You're greedy, son.

Yeah, well, reap while the sun shines.

Give the bookies a thumping while you're
doing it.

I'll get out and mingle.

Look after Alfred for me, won't you?
Yeah.

Scarman's not tried anything, has he?
No.

At least not yet.

It's what he did to you.

I can deal with her.

It's you I'm worried about.

Don't worry.

I'm working on it.

We're looking for a friend of Scarman's.
Eddie Mooney. Is he here?

He's here, all right.

Over there, in black.

Watch yourself with him.

It's a bloody head case, that one.

I'd better get back.

Take care, Phil.

Hey, hey.

We're moving behind him. I don't want
him to see us, all right?

And Phil, this is a police arrest.

At the gunfire at the OK Corral. Come
on.

Yeah, what do you want?

Is your dog tied up here?

Yes. Well, it was.

Where is it?

It went that way.

Oh, bloody hell.

Alfred! Alfred!

Alfred!

If Johnny Martin had him on his show,
he'd be the purest favorite saint.

. .

.

. .

Thank you.

Thank you.

Eddie Mooney?

What?

Get out of here!

You're Nick's mate.

No good blaming me, Jack.

You're not the only one who's lost
money, you know. I've done my brains and

You dozy dozy. A dead ringer, eh?
Couldn't fail that man. I wouldn't trust

wolf as far as I could chuck him. He's
all bent, he can't lay straight in bed.

bet he's been taking dropsy from the
bookmakers.

Oh, Flash.

Garmin!

This ain't Jimbo, boss.

Look.

It's our own bloody useless Northern
Flash.

No, no, no, wait, Tom.

Jack!

Jack!

Jack!

No, no, please! This ain't Jimbo, boss!
No, no, no, please!

No!

Look what's just blown in.

Of? Nick.

Blaketon called me over.

Must be something to do with his friend
Eddie.

Yeah.

And the rest of the pawnbroker stuff we
found stashed in his place.

I'm in the clear, then.

Well, Mooney confessed to fitting you
up.

Claimed he had a grudge against you.

I thought Scarman put him up to it.

Well, he did.

But if it came out why he did, then his
pride goes straight out the window.

What, with the thrashing he took at the
dogs?

Debbie -legging it?

Scarman's had better days.

Ah, better me.

I've just been in consultation with our
superiors at Division.

In view of Mooney's confession,

You're back on duty.

So let's see your face down here first
thing in the morning. Now, off it.

Can't have you distracting the work of
these constables here.

Yes, thanks.

And I do mean first thing.

Well, it's obvious Moon is taking the
rap for Scarman. Not that we could ever

prove it, mind.

Bit of a mystery, though, why Scarman
would want to nobble.

Bellamy.

But then, what would life be like
without its little mysteries?

What are you doing?

Dr.

Rhodes. Mr. Parrish. Here, I've decided
to take your advice.

You know, pack it in here.

I think that's very wise.

I'm going to live with Dave and his
family.

You must be pleased, David. You bet.

Well, when one dream fails, time to try
another.

Hey, Dr. Rowe.

What's that?

A trip to Gallipoli.

A last look in on me old army mates in
the cemetery.

Hey.

What?

You got any more good tips for us then,
Colt?

Next time you do a bit of ringing, make
sure it's the church bell.

Why doesn't love just stay in my memory?