All language subtitles for heartbeat_s05e11_vigilante

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

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

So you were saying.

Was I?

You were about to tell me when you two
will be seeing one another again.

No, I wasn't. Yes, you were.

Maggie, for the last time, me and Jill
are just good friends.

She travelled 200 miles to see you.

Jill's as pretty as Jill. Don't do that.
Just to talk about the good old days

and what went on behind the bike shed.

She was up here visiting friends, that's
all.

What's your game?

What will you do, my lad?

Get off me!

Get off!

Just let go, will you? Get off! No!

No, don't call this time!

Just let go!

Father?

Well, it was just that coffee was
supposed to be nosy. You're just the

get paid for it.

Oh, Maggie.

Maggie, please come quickly. It's
Arthur.

I think he's had a heart attack.

Can

I go

with him? Of course you can. Come on.

It wasn't my fault that she saw me.

What's going on, ma 'am?

Will you go and get back to bed?

Go on!

I left me hold of.

Oh, did you leave your name and address
as well, then? What if he's dead, Rosie?

He was having some sort of stroke or
something.

Oh, what are you like?

You've had this checked for printing.

Clean as a whistle, Sarge. And nobody
got a look at this joker before he

scarpered? We only missed her,
Wakefield, and she's still in a coma.

Mrs Wakefield? No, I doubt it. No, she
took a sleeping pill before she went to

sleep. Oh, that's great.

Well, when she feels up to it, we'll
have her in. She can look at a few mug

shots, you never know. Right, Sarge. Oh,
by the way, Rowan, you'll be pleased to

know that I've managed to organise you
some assistance out on your patch in the

evenings. Oh, right, Sarge.

You'll know, Cowley, I expect.

It comes from down your way.

Not Hector Cowley, the special.

Well, thanks a bunch, Sarge.

What's in it?

I think it's best not to ask, especially
if you haven't had your breakfast, but

I'll tell you something. A couple of
dabs of that onto your run of beans and

you'll be able to give Derek Ibbotson
ten yards start.

Not only that, you enter them in the
show, I guarantee you'll win a prize.

The flower show? Ah, well, it's not just
a flower show, you know. I mean, it's

for produce and all. They give prizes
for biggest cabbages, biggest carrots,

biggest run of beans, a lot.

Do they?

Well, what about it then? Are we on or
not?

I've never really... had you done as
having green fingers, Mr. Greengrass.

Oh, where do you think those
greengrasses got our name from in the

We're in the Doomsday Book, you know,
under Gardner's.

Go on, then.

How much? Two bob.

Shilling? A shilling? If I painted that,
I could make a fortune.

Well, then you'd better get on with it,
Mr. Greengrass, because a shilling is

all I can spare you. Ah, go on, then.
For you, one and a tanner.

You're an odd woman, Eileen.

Three drops, right?

Ah, in two pints of water.

Don't forget to dilute it, otherwise
they'll go raving mad. You'll have to

change your name to Jack.

Now the nectar.

Dip, dip, dip.

You know, if I were you, lady, I'd watch
that one.

Who would you?

Why's that, then? Because he's a known
villain, that's why.

Really?

Well, thanks for the tip -off.

I suppose it's Nick you're looking for,
is it? Hector Cowley.

He's expecting me, I think.

Oh, he didn't say.

Still, if you'd like to leave a message.

If you'd just tell him Special Constable
Cowley called, please.

Right.

How is he?

Still comatose.

Can you hear her?

It's impossible to say.

But hearing is the last thing to go.

Of course, it'll be the show in a couple
of days.

You wouldn't want to miss that, would
you?

All the flowers and the sideshows and
the children having a good time.

You know how you always love it.

Well, if it rains, we can go and get a
cup of tea.

Something a little bit stronger, too.

So you just go getting yourself better
off, do you hear?

Because I need you home.

I really do.

I... I

know

you always say I boss you about.

Sometimes you need body.

I mean, what proper man doesn't?

You never put anything away.

So don't you go leaving me now, Arthur
Wakefield.

Don't you dare.

What would I do without you?

When I get older, losing my hair, many
years from now,

will you still be sending me a
valentine, birthday greetings,

bottle of wine?

If I've been out till quarter to three,
would you lock the door?

Will you still need me? Will you still
feed me? When I'm 64?

Can we have our ball back? Get out of
here.

Come on, come on. Come on, Oriel. Yes, I
just had to, like, you know, it came.

Say bye -bye to Uncle X. Come on.

Come on, that's a good one.

And stay out.

Was that Mr, um, Greengrass? Watching
his ball back, he said.

His ball?

Likely story.

Timely reminder, though, my dear.

Of what?

That we must be on our guard again.

A spot of night time with a show only
days away.

Oh, that, yes.

We can always leave this for now if you
don't feel up to it.

Oh, no, I think I'd rather get it over
with, thank you.

Right, in that case, we'll take a look
at those.

I'll go and organise a cup of tea.

Right.

Hello? Oh, hello, sister.

Oh, I see.

Yes. Yes, of course I will.

Right away.

Constable Ron.

We'll have to be getting together
sometime soon.

We are, yes. I've got my hands pretty
full.

So I see.

I'd like to speak to Sergeant Blaketon,
please.

Hmm? What about?

Traffic arrangements for the Aidensfield
show.

Just a few thoughts I'd like to share
with him after observing it first -hand

last year's Doug Reft.

And you're going to tell him that, are
you?

A little constructive criticism never
goes amiss.

I'll see if he's free.

I'll tell him.

Traffic arrangements, Ventress.

Oh, just a few thoughts it had, Sarge.

To avoid, um...

How was it he put it?

A repeat of last year's dog's breakfast.

Dog's breakfast.

There's no rush, Mrs Wakefield. You just
take your time.

You recognise him?

I believe I do.

Is him all right?

I think I know him. I think I've seen
him around the village.

And these are?

Traffic flow charts, Sergeant.

This one here, you see, is showing
Lafayette's arrangements, which I think

you'll agree with me were a bit of a
dog's breakfast.

But as this one here, you see, contains
my own suggestions, which I think you'll

find can only improve the situation.

I see.

Not, of course, that I'd like you to
think for one minute that I was trying

teach Grandma how to suck eggs.

Of course not.

Come in.

So, have you got a minute?

Several, I should think, Rowan.

Right, Mr Cowley, if you leave these
with me, I give you my word, I shall

no time at all in looking at them.

Right.

Eileen, is Vick in?

Over at Ashfordly with Mrs Wakefield.
Can I use your phone? Of course you can.

Well, well, well.

Non -stick Terry Tenniswood, ain't it?

Yeah, I thought he'd retired, Sarge,
after that wrongful conviction which

couple of years back.

Bad habits of a lifetime.

Make it on the property, Nick.

Sounds urgent.

Hey, Bellamy, don't go. I've got a job
for you. Start drumming up bodies for an

identity parade for our old chum Terry
Tenniswood.

Right, Sarge.

Mrs Wakefield.

Would you mind coming in again and
attending an identity parade?

No, of course not.

Thank you.

This is Wakefield, the hospital. I've
been trying to get in touch with you.

They'd like you up there straight away.

I'm so sorry, Miriam.

Poor old devil.

What was he doing having a go anyway
with his heart condition?

He was a bit of a war hero, apparently,
Sarge.

Pass them down. I want Tenniswood
picking up and bringing in here now.

Right, sir.

Yeah?

Is Terry in?

Why? What are you lot trying to fit him
up with this time, then?

You don't want to discuss it in the
street, do you, Rose?

Hello, Terry.

We'd like a word.

What about?

We're not in front of the little one.

Hey, git.

Where were you last night between the
hours of... He were with me, weren't he?

If you wouldn't mind, Rose, I'd let him
answer for himself.

I do mind.

But not as much as I mind you lot coming
round here chucking your wild

accusations around.

Last night, where were you, Timmieswood?

Well, like she says, I was here with
her.

Why do you want to know?

Because at that time, my house in
Aidensfield was broke into.

So?

So, we have a witness who claims she saw
you there.

Not me.

There was also a struggle in the course
of which the householder, Arthur

Wakefield, collapsed.

He'd died two hours ago.

Look, I'm telling you, he knows not
about it.

Well, then he won't mind coming down the
station and answering a couple of

questions.

You're at it again, aren't you?

Trying to pin thought on him, he never
had not to do it. It was me that got him

out of prison last time, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Well, you should never have been in for
this place, seeing he wasn't even rotten

well guilty.

Get your coat.

You. Coming round people now, just
dragging their husbands off.

It's a deliberate harassment, you are. A
hair on his head, and I'll have the

care of you.

Call it, Lord, or you'll be dying for
this, Rowan.

You couldn't wait, could you?

up then.

Did you manage to get a gander at them
then, Claude?

No, not yet. I'm trying to pick the
right moment.

I hope that picks it soon. But withering
shall be over.

Not that it'll make much difference,
mind you.

Whatever they're like, they're bound to
be bonnier than ours.

They always are.

That's half a flaming pessimist, you.
That's always been your trouble, Tweety.

Even the day war broke out, you said,
why don't we give in before somebody

it?

March to the sound of the guns, that's
what they told me in the army.

Which army was that then, Claude?

The land army.

Recognise it, do you, Terry?

No.

Never seen it before in your life, eh?

Look, I told her I'd jack that game in.

There was no game to Harper Wakefield,
though, was it?

In fact, one way or another, it wasn't
really your night, was it, Terry?

First you go and leave something, then
the old man ends up having an heart

attack on you.

Cracking up, are we?

That last stint inside get to you, did
it?

Something I didn't even do, right?

Maybe you did and maybe you didn't, but
this time an old man is dead.

And they're going to hold you personally
responsible.

So when they lock you up this time...

They're going to throw away the key.

Look, how many more times? It wasn't me,
I tell you. It wasn't.

Nick.

Hello, Mr Redfield.

Are you sure you feel up to it? Of
course I feel up to it.

What else have I got to do with my life
now?

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to

fly All your life You were

only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing

in the dead of night

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life.

You were only waiting for this moment to
be free.

Blackbird, fly.

Blackbird, fly.

Into the light of the dark black night.

I've got to know where do you think you
are. Oh, Sergeant Blaketon.

Long time no see.

Not long enough for me, Sugden.

I suppose you've got me in the back
somewhere hanging up by his thumbs, have

you, Sergeant?

Unfortunately, it's him for servicing
this week, our rack. Only before you do

anything really unwise, like charging
him with the alleged offence, can I

suggest you listen to what this lady has
to say first?

Could save us all a lot of time and
paperwork, I'd say.

Right then, Eddie, tell us about last
night.

Well, our Julia puked up all over her
bed.

And tell the sergeant what time this
would have been.

About midnight.

Oh, and how come you know that, Eddie?

Because I looked at the clock.

Oh.

Now, you and your sister Julie here
share a bedroom, do you?

Yeah. Yeah, we all sleep in the same
bed.

Oh, so when your sister was sick, what
did you do?

I waken me mum and me dad up. Oh, and
where were they?

In bed.

And you can remember this as well, can
you, Julie?

I think it was those fish paste
sandwiches me dad got us.

Oh, more than likely.

And then what happened?

We all come downstairs.

Go on.

And me mum went mad, cos it was the only
sheet she had, like.

But me dad wrapped me in this blanket
and sat me on his knee.

And how long did he stay there with you
on his knee, then?

All night, I think, cos it were morning
when I woke up, and I was still on his

knee. And when it was morning, what
happened?

My dad said he hadn't for to go to
school, so my mum sent a note in with

Eddie.

Oh, and by the way, if you care to check
with the teacher concerned, Sergeant,

she will confirm that she did receive a
note to that effect from Mrs

Tinnerswood. So, what do you think?

James would just get away with it.

Well, unless we can come up with
something stronger, we can't charge him.

If Miriam Wakefield can positively
identify him... Yeah, but it's her word

against his wife's, and it's still not
that simple.

What do you mean?

Well, three years ago, he was sent down
for a crime he didn't commit. He'd been

fitted out by my predecessor.

I was the one who found out.

I bet that made you popular.

Yeah, well, even if Blaketon was
prepared to take his chances in court,

no way Division would, not without a
cast -iron case.

So how's Miriam taking the news?

Well, how do you think?

Everybody's behaving themselves, are
they?

They are.

Apart from the multiple stabbing we've
just had in the snug.

Very comical, I'm sure.

Oh, and I'll pop back later before I go
off duty.

Just about closing time.

Dib, dib, dib.

How come Scotland Yard never snapped up
Hector Cowley?

I could be handy mending a fuse when
your lights have gone.

You can knit a sweater by the fireside.

Sunday morning's go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds.

Who could ask for more?

Will you still need me? Will you still
feed me? When I'm 64?

Rosie! What?

Come here a minute, will you?

What's her game, do you think?

I don't know.

They're going after her.

No. Why not?

Well, maybe she's gone a bit, you know.

Just leave her be for now, all right?

What do you see there, Constable Rowan?

Gooseberries?

Legends.

Am I right, Auntie?

Usually dare, yes.

So somebody tried to pinch something.

Sabotage!

Now, just stop me.

You are.

For ten years now, Hector's gooseberries
have been getting first prize at the,

um, Aidensfield show, and it does
generate quite a lot of ill -feeling

the local exhibitors.

I mean, not least possibly because
Hector does, well, takes the domptious

in his triumph.

So you reckon one of them did it, do
you, Hector?

I have my suspicions.

Would you like to share your suspicions
with me?

As we say in the force, inquiries are
continuing.

All right, well, I'll leave it with you
then, Hector.

Ring Sergeant Blayton when inquiries are
complete.

Mrs Cowley?

Bye.

I thought you said you knew who it was.

Oh, but I do, my love.

Then why didn't you tell him?

Why, indeed, Anthea.

But then you know me.

I do sometimes move in mysterious ways,
my wonders, to perform.

I thought that was only God.

Him too, I shouldn't wonder, Anthea.

Him too.

Look, I'll see you down pub later, OK?

Right.

So what's the verdict then, Claude?

Bigger than grenades and juicy weight.

There's no way them scrawny goosemies of
ours or yours will stand a chance

against Cowleys.

Really? If they're as big as you say
they are.

I wouldn't put my house on it.

Is it right you deliver anywhere, is it?

Lovely.

Well,

now what's wrong with you?

Right.

So what we can do for you is the love.

I said, is there something we can do for
you, love?

Are you just deaf, daft or what?

Leave it, will you?

I won't leave it, no.

Have you got a problem?

Well, we didn't till she got here.

Why, what's she done? She's driving us
mad. That's what she's doing.

I'd say she was a couple of bags short
of a load, myself.

You do realise she's just lost her
husband?

Oh, yeah. I'm sure I'm very sorry for
her.

But it don't mean to say we have to put
up with her following us everywhere we

go. Just leave it there, Rosie.

Come on, let's go.

Why should we leave just because of this
nutcase?

Because apart from anything else, I'm
asking you to, that's why.

But we haven't done out.

You're causing a disturbance.

Come on out, the pair of you.

Oh, yeah?

And you're going to make me, are you?
Oh, for crying out loud, come on.

Hurry!

Are you all right, Mrs Wakefield?

Yes, thank you, George.

I want something done about her, now.

Who?

Mrs Wakefield.

You'd better come in.

Right, then.

What seems to be the trouble, Rosie?

Well, the trouble is, love, is that
everywhere we go, she goes.

And she just...

Outside the house, down pub, round
shops.

And I want something done about it now.

Because if you don't, I will.

Well, it's not something I'd advise,
taking the law into your own hands.

Yeah, well, I know what she's doing. I
mean, I call it deliberate harassment.

Oh, I see. So there's this old lady on
the loose who's harassing an ex -con

of... How old's your Terry?

Oh, I see.

Finding all this a bit of a laugh, are
you?

I'm not laughing, Rosie.

Not since Arthur Wakefield died.

So you're not prepared to do anything
about it, right?

I'll have a word with her.

Well, you see you do, love.

Because if you don't, I will.

You must know why we're here, Miriam.
Yes, I suppose I might.

But I don't see what business it is of
yours.

We've had a complaint about you, Mrs
Wakefield, from the tennis woods.

Am I right in thinking that I haven't
broken any law?

Well, that's not really the point, is
it? Then what is the point?

Miriam, the person you're really hurting
is yourself.

You're destroying your own life. My life
is already destroyed.

My husband was my life.

And the person who destroyed him is
walking the streets of this village now.

And it's not a blind thing you or
anybody else seems prepared to do about

No, that's not true, Mrs... That's how
it seems to me.

No, look.

No, I don't want to look, thank you.

I've already looked and I don't like
what I see.

It seems to me these days that the only
people who are shown consideration are

the bad people, the evil people, the
people who hurt other people.

So now, if I have broken any law, then
go on, arrest me.

If not, I'm asking you both to go away
and leave me in peace.

You're standing up.

Aren't you?

So it's beans with everything from now
on, is it, Eileen?

Not these beans.

I meant to remember the show this
afternoon.

You going to teach the locals how it's
done?

Well, if I do, I'll have a friend of
yours to thank, really.

And which friend would that be, then?

Oh, Mr Greengrass.

Him and that special fertiliser of his.

I can think of many ways to describe
Claude Greengrass.

A friend of mine definitely isn't one of
them.

Thanks. Now then.

Got a bit of a rush on, have you?

It's all go here, Mr Greengrass.

Oh, I can see that.

You couldn't give me a hand with 25 bags
of nutty slack, could you? You what?

All right, I was just checking to see if
you were still breathing.

You had me going there, Mr Greengrass.

Did I?

I'm expecting a parcel on the 11 .30.

It'll be a lot fragile, so don't forget
to handle it with care.

You can trust me.

You know that, Mr. Greengrass.

What do you want to do, Hector?

You're up to something, I know you are.
I always do.

All in good time, Anthea. All in good
time.

Oh, and be careful not to put any
tramlines in those trousers, won't you,

I'd do my poor, pathetic best not to,
dear.

Unless you'd rather do them yourself.

No point in having a wife and barking
yourself, is there now?

Oh,

dear.

Hey, Dad, are you taking us to the show?

I don't think so.

Oh. Oh, that's not fair, Mum.

Oh, all right, I'll take it. Go and
fight tubbies. Right. And where are you

going? Good to be here, isn't it?

She was there again yesterday, you know.

Yesterday? When I went fishing.

Should have chucked her in. Many a man
would have by now.

Oh, don't worry, she has it to come.

What to come?

You'll see.

Oh, God, you stinker drink, do you know
that?

What, this early?

Surely not, Rosie.

We ought to know.

Ouch!

Oh, that's not mine.

No, sorry, Mr Greengrass.

There's none for you.

Yeah, do you, kid?

Is there another train, then?

No, not with that derailment at York.

Derailment? You never thought about a
derailment early on.

No, did you?

You know, you're dead right.

I don't believe I did, did I?

Mind you, it can't happen, then.

Well, don't you stand there like a spare
and get on the blue and find out what's

happened to it. Tell them it's a matter
of life and death. Life and death?

Ah, yours.

You said you'd have a word with her.

I did.

Well, then she obviously weren't
listening, were she? Because she's still

and has been for the past few days.

I mean, everywhere we've been, she's
been staring and now there's going to be

hell to pay, isn't there?

I mean, if she's setting... to drive him
out of his mind, she's finally managed

it. That last time he came out of
prison, he just worked the same fella.

nerves were shot to pieces.

And now he's out there looking for her.
God knows what'll happen if he finds

her. I mean, don't you think I've enough
on me plate with three kids without

having to worry about all this as well?

Where's Terry gone?

Well, that's what I'm trying to tell
you. I don't blame him. Well, no.

Mystery Talk.

Testing, testing.

One, two, three, four.

Testing. Mary had a little son.

Testing. Oh, dear.

I'm awfully sorry, ladies and gentlemen.

Now, can you all hear me?

If you would care at some time in the
afternoon to make your way to the

exhibitor's tent, you will find all the
fruits and vegetables

that have been grown in the gardens of
the community, and indeed the fruits of

the kitchen, the pies and cakes which
have been made by the ladies.

Any time this afternoon.

Thank you.

All right, Nick.

Terry Tinnard would have been here, is
he?

I haven't seen him since I kicked him
out the other day.

Why? What's he done now?

It's what he might do, George.

Aye.

He knows responsible for this outrage,
don't you, Anthea? Who?

old recidivist greengrass.

You don't know that, Hector.

Well, why else do you think he was
messing about in our garden the other

Well, what I can't understand is why he
didn't tell the comfortable Roman about

it. Because I was planning on arresting
him myself when I was on duty at the

show today, that's why.

Would have been the icing on the cake,
would that?

Nicking the old rogue for malicious
damage right there in front of all his

cronies. Oh, I see.

And if nothing else, there's still
that...

Satisfaction to look forward to, eh,
Anthea?

I'll dib -dib him.

What this country wants is a flaming
Mussolini.

Mussolini? He'd get the rotten trains
running on time. Give us two scotches

a pint of it.

Oh, yeah.

Ah, thank you.

Well, still no sign of him, then.

No, the first one I've eaten. Excuse me.

Now then, go away.

Shouldn't you be at the car park playing
traffic policeman?

I'm about to make an arrest and would
like some support, if you don't mind.

Is he serious?

Cheeky thing.

Sabotaged. You don't like to hear that.

You don't take no prisoners, do you?

You what?

It won't move it, will it?

There he is.

So it's been the same.

Scout musters. Before you start, I'm
having him for wrongful rest. I never

touched his flaming gusgon. Why, Mr
Cowley, if you and your good lady will

us, I think we can handle this ourselves
from now on. That'll be all, Cowley.

That's the way to do it, eh, Anthea? Is
it, Hector?

I say.

But it's two days since you found that
kerchief. So why did you tell

Blaketon. Blaketon that you found it
this morning by the gooseberry bushes?

Let me just explain something to you
about police work, Anthea. Something

won't be that obvious to you as a
civilian.

There are times when you know someone's
guilty, but you just can't prove it,

right? Right.

Which is when?

If... Justice is to be done.

A bit of creative thinking is called
for.

Oh, Stanley, shut up moaning. I'm sick
of you lot.

He said you wanted to come to the bay. I
brought... No, no, no, you're doing it

all wrong, lad. Give it here.

Go on.

Point it and shoot.

Go on.

That's it.

Once sniffed, never forgotten.

This is yours, Greengrass.

And it was found only this morning in a
place where you were probably born,

under a gooseberry bush.

Ah, it couldn't have been. I lost it
last week.

So where did you lose it?

If I'd known that, it wouldn't have been
lost, would it?

Sergeant, could I say something, please?

It wasn't Mr. Greengrass who sabotaged
the gooseberries.

It was me.

Here we're just going.

Yeah.

Here, put another in. Come on, put
another in.

That's it.

Well, well, well.

This is Wakefield. Stop it. I've been
looking for you all day.

Terry, don't.

Well, you just shut it, Rosie, for once,
right?

Quickly, there's trouble at the shooting
gallery.

I tried to warn you off, right?

I tried.

The wife tried.

You just wouldn't listen, would you? You
just kept going on and on and on.

It weren't my fault what happened to
your husband. It really weren't. Shut

Terry! Get off me!

Terry!

Terry's word, you're nicked. Get on to
Sugden, Rosie!

Why are they taking me down?

Okay.

We take it. Come on.

I just can't believe you do this to me.
I just can't believe you do it. Because

I can't believe you would torture
yourself like that. I mean, heaven knows

put up with a lot from you over the
years.

You're never ending opinions on
everything.

You're posturing.

Posturing? Look around the village in
that silly uniform like you was

wiretapped. It's what you did.

Right on cue to accept her prize for an
outstanding upside -down cake whenever

you're ready, Mrs. Cowley.

And do you know what else I'm sick of,
Hector? I mean, really.

What are you doing?

I'm going to my mum's.

But you'll be there for me in court on
Monday, though, won't you, Rosie? I

really need you to be there.

Not enough, Terry.

Can't take any more at the finish.

What happened to him?

Well, that's up to the magistrates.

As far as you're concerned, that's the
end of it.

All right?

All right.

Promise?

Well, I'll see myself out.

All your life.

You were only waiting for this moment to
arise.

What about my dad, ma 'am?

What about him?

You can't just leave him on his own.

You know he hates being on his own.

All your life.

Sandy!

Sandy, come back here! To be free.

Blackbird fly.

Blackbird fly.

Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly.

Blackbird fly.

Into the light of the dark black night.

singing in the dead of night take these
broken wings and learn to fly

all your life you were only

waiting for this moment to arise you
were only waiting for this

moment to arise you were only waiting
for this moment to arise

You didn't? I did.

Well, well done, you.

Thank you.

Where are you going to put it?

Um, over here, I think.

Well, eat your heart out, Hector Cowley.

Please, eat me, Dad. You've got to go,
please.

What are they talking about?

Hey -ho, coppers.

Coppers? Perjurers?

Stitch anybody up.

I'm making a complaint here now. One
more word and I swear I'll throttle him.

Save your breath.

Well... Excuse me, Lord.

Excuse me, Lord. Come through. These
gentlemen have got an interest.

Excuse me. Now, for the moment we've all
been waiting for.

The fruit section.

Mr. Greengrass.

Mr. Greengrass, your parcel's come.

It's here, look. No, it won't be mine,
that.

No, it is. Look. Look, it's marked.

From the Garden of England.

He must have been in that derailment
because he's all gone all bushed up. And

look, he's full of goose gogs.

At the heart of biggins.

I'm going to make some jam. Oh, why?

Dad! Stay there, Sandy. You stay there.

Oh, it's all right, Terry.

Call an ambulance.

I already have.

Now, if you'd hold the thrift up for me,
please.

What happened?

He tried to make me feel guilty for what
he'd just done to himself.

All I was ever looking for was justice
and vengeance.

When you get to my age, you have to use
whatever weapons you've got.

Not that many, usually.

So, is he going to be all right?

Yeah. The infection with his white pill.

That poor woman.

These are the famous poker winners,
then?

They're the ones.

All right?

Yeah, perfect.

So what was in that stuff that
Greengrass sold you, then?

Don't know.

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

That's the largest thing in my memory.