All language subtitles for heartbeat_s09e07_always_a_copper

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

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

No, there's no one. It is, it's closed.

Hey,

when shall I start doing that
collection?

Then they get off.

I never knew that Tatlimore was a Viking
battlefield.

There's a surprise.

There's a lot of things they wouldn't
have taught you at school, David, even

you'd have gone. By the way, make sure
they put English money in this time. I

don't want any more of that Norwegian
stuff.

Sergeant Craddock.

Oh, Chief Constable.

To what do I owe the...

Crime Prevention Committees.

Uh, yes, yes.

I have the report here in front of me.

In Aidensfield.

I see.

And did you have anyone particular in
mind to chair this committee?

Aidan Fieldhound.

Yes, speaking.

Chief Constable.

I'll leave in this park here, I hope,
Greengrass.

I don't know what you're moaning about,
Oscar. I'm entertaining your customers,

which is more than you've ever done.

Oh, I can see it's out of the goodness
of your heart. Now get this shifted

before I start checking if it's
roadworthy.

You know he's trouble, don't you?

He thinks he's still a copper.

Yeah, well, you know why that is, don't
you?

The chief constable's asked him to
organise a crime prevention committee.

That's all we need.

I'd like to sort out something for him
to try and prevent.

It's lively tonight.

Yeah, they're really out of it, of
course.

Evening, Claude.

David.

How are the tours going?

Oh, great.

This afternoon we went to this ancient
Viking battlefield.

There won't be anything there, because
it's hundreds of years old, so they've

all gone.

I bet you're glad you know that, even if
you understood what he was talking

about. Give us a half a shandy and a
large flush.

Get your money out. Mr Greengrass, can I
have a word?

As long as it's not a rude... I'll be
over in a minute.

This committee of yours has certainly
put a spring back in your step.

Does that mean I can count on your
support, Jack? Glad to.

About time a few law -abiding folk made
a stand.

Well, that's good, because I've called a
meeting for tomorrow.

You know it's funny.

But I still look at you and see a
copper.

Hey!

Welcome back.

How was the honeymoon?

You're not meant to ask questions like
that, Gina. It was lovely, thanks.

Gin and tonic, please, Gina.

They're usual for me.

Where did they all come from?

Oh, they're Norwegian students.

That's a good job the brewery's got a
special offer on the beer I'm going

through. I think Claude's taken the
opportunity to brush up on his language

skills.

You can't just up and away. You said you
were staying for a week.

And you told us Adenfield was close to
many important Viking sites.

I checked my book. There's no mention of
a battle on Tatlimore.

I've hired the bus.

Sorry, Mr Gingos, but we have not much
money.

That's a shame, because it'll be you
that's missing out. You see, there's a

of these historic sites that aren't
actually printed in any guidebook. Why

Well, it's the council, you see. They're
a bit worried about too many visitors

arriving. They thought it would stop
people from coming.

But, I mean, if you're a bit worried
about, you know, about money, if that's

bit of a problem, I think I might be
able to think of a way to cut down on

overheads.

Five unsolved break -ins.

And are we any closer to apprehending
the miscreant?

No, Sarge. He's good.

No matter how secure the building, he
always finds the weak spot.

Run up the white flag, will you,
Ventress?

It would seem Her Majesty's constabulary
has met its match.

Not what I meant, Sarge.

Bradley, over to Mrs Gibbons' house
pronto.

You two, I want you to go through the
crime sheets pertaining to the other

-ins with a fine tooth comb.

Results, not excuses.

Sarge.

Sometimes I don't know why.

Sometimes I don't know why.

I love the world.

I love the world.

Well,

I don't want to hurt your feelings.

Or even get mad.

I'm glad you came in, Mr. Blaketon.

I wanted to have a chat.

I thought you might. I just wanted to
make sure you were under no

misapprehension.

Misapprehensions? And what might they
be?

This committee of yours, I'm happy
enough for it to meet.

Ratepayers meeting for a natter, I've no
objection to that.

I was under the impression the Chief
Constable had a somewhat different role

mind, which is why he was keen to have
someone with police experience in

not to mention an elected councillor.

With all due respect, Councillor
Blaketon, policing's moved on.

Whatever experience you may think you
have is unlikely to be much use in the

fight against modern crime.

Blood.

Looks like the burglar came a cropper,
Mr Gibbons.

Only shame is he didn't fall and break
his neck.

Your mother was with you this weekend.

So the burglary could have happened at
any time.

Not before yesterday dinner. That's when
I collected her.

Yesterday afternoon or last night then?

There's no gets past you, is there?

So what do you reckon, Constable?

Will you catch him?

We'll do our best, Mr Givens.

Lord, I still don't get why they're off
in such a rush.

Ah, well, that'll be their Viking blood,
you know. They're always looking for

somewhere new to loot and pillage.

So do you reckon they've had the get
-out all the way?

Yeah, very good.

Right, David, we'd better get them down
to the railway station.

What railway station?

I thought we were taking... David, how
many times have I told you? Thinking's

not good for you.

It'll bruise your brain. Come on.

Hello!

Hello.

Hello. Hello. Hello.

Hello.

That mean got it?

Yeah, start after tomorrow.

Oh, brilliant.

Firstly,

I would like to thank you all for coming
and giving up your lunch time.

Now, I won't pretend that the idea of
this committee has been met.

With universal support.

Name names, Oscar.

We all know you're talking about the
Welsh windbag.

Well, Sergeant Craddock does have his
own ways of working, Jack.

But we must be prepared to put up with
the sceptics and to prove that we have a

role to play.

What's that, Mr Blake? To assist the
police, Ronnie. To be their eyes and

ears. You think we'll take any note?

After me mam were burgled, the copper
came without ten minutes.

Takes me longer to clean windows.

Well, I'm sure the constable was doing
his job, Ronnie.

I'm not saying he wasn't. But what hope
has mam got of seeing her things again?

They were a jewellery box, but last
present dad gave her.

Sergeant Craddock.

Don't mind me.

Carry on as if I wasn't here.

Yes, sir.

Well, I'm sure those things are best
looked after by the police, Ronnie, but

that doesn't mean that we can't do our
bit.

Like what, Oscar? Well, obviously,
Ronnie's mother's things will be sold on

somewhere, so we must keep our eyes open
in antique shops and pawnbrokers.

Provided, of course, that any
information you do discover is

on to one of my officers.

Agreed, Mr. Blaketon?

Naturally, Sergeant.

Right, that's it. Thanks a lot.

Thanks very much. See you.

Hello. What's the landlord about?

Landlady. And you're looking at her.

I'm after a room.

As long as that's all you're after.

Do you like it?

Well, it's OK.

Well, if you got something a bit
cheaper, you'd have money left for razor

blades.

Oh, well, that's most of it anyway.

Most? I keep thinking I've come into the
wrong house.

Don't exaggerate.

Oh, do you know what I really fancy now?

A long hot float to get the dust off.

Well, I'll put the boiler on then.

I already did.

Well, after all, I didn't want us
catching a cold.

Oh.

It's a very big bar, Mike.

Hiya. Listen, I've had a word with my
gran and she says as long as I've got a

job, she'll lend us the deposit.

I'll have to pay her back, mind. Er,
we'll have to pay her back.

There won't be me and you. It'll be us
two.

It's going to be strange, though, isn't
it?

You and me with our own home.

Oh, you're still keen, aren't you?

Oh, yeah. Stop wrecking me.

Wreck, goodnight. Yeah, see you later.

of what you were doing here in
Avonsfield?

No, no, I didn't, did I?

You be staying long, Mr Ryan?

Oh, I can never tell.

But that's a problem. I can cough up for
a week up front.

That won't be necessary.

So what is it you do?

As much as I need to, as little as I can
get away with.

I'm just nipping out, Jean.

Oh, you won't find much to do. It's
pretty dead round here.

Then maybe we ought to give it a kiss of
life one night.

Tell Grandad not to wait up, eh?

After you.

Hi, Maggie.

Who was that?

Andy Ryan, and that's all I know.

That, and he could charm the birds off a
tree.

What can I get you?

Oh, an orange juice for me, thanks,
Gina.

It's a bit quieter in here tonight.

More for pity.

The Norwegians have moved down towards
Garborough, eh?

Really? I just saw them getting off a
beset cloth, so... Goodbye, Black...

I'll be there right away.

I was just taking a 999 call. There's a
robbery taking place at Hampton's

Prairie.

You all right, mate?

Perhaps you think we haven't got enough
on our plate.

Les Gulliver ran out hell for leather. I
didn't stand a chance, Sarge. Why was

he running?

Precisely. That's what I want to talk to
him about.

No, Bradley.

You keep away from him.

Whatever Mr Gulliver says, there's going
to be a police investigation.

I don't want any suggestion of you
leaning on him to put yourself in the

What is it, Ventress?

The manager confirms that one of the
drays is gone, but he doesn't know how

kegs were on it. They're doing a stock
take later today.

What about the night watchman?

Well, he was threatened with a knife and
tied up.

Right. Bradley, get on with your
investigation.

Fine. And maybe you might manage that
without injuring a member of the public.

Are you sure about charging yourself?

Aye. I'll start work tomorrow.

OK.

Perhaps I'd better call round to your
house later.

Thanks.

Oh, don't do that.

My fiancée said it were a cop who nearly
ran me over.

That's right.

If you see him, can you say I'm not
blaming him?

It were my fault.

Yes.

Yes, I will.

Oh, sorry.

I did that ages ago.

Oh, Gina.

Nice surprise.

Right, Claude. What exactly is going on?

No much. I'm just brushing up on me
Norway and the Norwegians.

And at the same time, clearing them out
of my pub.

Well, I'll tell you what happened there,
love. You see, they were saying they

were a bit short of funds and they
couldn't really afford to stay there.

but not short enough for you to get your
hands on what's left.

Can't you think of it as a bit of
friendly commercial rivalry?

Yeah, I can.

As long as you can think of the fact
that you're barred as unfriendly

rivalry.

And that goes for you and all.

What's wrong with her?

She's suffering from a shortage of
Scandinavians.

What do you want?

The Norwegians.

What's it with them?

They want to know when you're going to
take them to your next Viking site.

I haven't even decided where it's going
to be yet.

You are.

Tell them I'm working on it.

And shut the door.

From the outside, don't you?

I'd best be off. Of all the cheating,
lousy crooks.

Oh, come on, Gina. You know what
Claude's like. He just can't help

Yeah, only this time he's gone too far.

Try not to do Claude a mischief.

I've a busy enough day of the two.

See you, Maggie.

Bye.

The mate's got a point.

Do you mind?

That was a private conversation.

It was about as private as a foghorn.

All I'm saying is don't get angry.

Get even.

You've got an answer for everything.

So is that what you think up when you go
off driving on your own? There's only

one way to find out, Gina.

Well, you wouldn't get much thinking
done with me in your car.

Hey! I meant the way I yap on.

You're a bit too sure of yourself, you
are.

Mr Blaketon called.

Oh, go in, Ronnie. They've just started.

What's this?

Knitting circle meeting again.

Right, now, I've called this meeting
because I think that we now have the

opportunity to prove our mettle. Last
night, there was a robbery at Hampton's

Brewery. What are you suggesting, Oscar?

From what I hear, the police have very
little to go on. There's a turn -up.

Which means we might be in a position to
help. I mean, what the police need are

sightings of anything or anyone
suspicious.

What do you mean, like a sports car,
speeding along like it were being driven

Sterling Moss?

You saw this car?

Coming back this way, from the direction
of the brewery.

So, apart from seeing this guy, you've
got nothing to tie Mr Ryan in with a

robbery? Only that he's failed to give a
valid reason for being in the area.

That's not exactly a crime, is it,
Oscar? No -one's saying it is.

I'm just passing on information, like a
responsible citizen.

Right, well... Thanks, Mr Gibbons. I'll
have a word.

Is that all?

Well, like I said, I'll talk to Mr Ryan,
but for the moment, more as a potential

witness than a suspect.

Oscar?

He's right, Ronnie. What you saw doesn't
exactly incriminate Ryan, does it?

Not on its own, anyway.

God, that smelled funny, was it?

You know that stuff the council use for
painting lines down the middle of the

road? Well, that's some of it that's not
going to be used down the middle of the

road. Here we are.

Well, it's a cave.

Well done, David. Ten out of ten.

But it's not going to be just any
ordinary cave, you know.

Isn't it? No, because when you've
painted this picture on one of them

that paint, it's going to become an
ancient historical monument cave, as

the Norwegian Viking.

Is it?

No, what's that got to do with it?

Here, come on, in you go.

Put your light on.

Anyway, Leith said you ran out without
looking.

I thought you'd want to know straight
away.

Thanks. If nothing else, it should get
the internal investigation off my back.

I'll leave you to it.

Oh, by the way, Manny, he didn't say
what he got up to last night, by any

chance? No.

Why? There's just something about it.

It just doesn't feel right.

Mike, this is probably nothing, but Les
has a serious cut to his leg.

A gash to Mr Gulliver's leg is not a lot
of evidence on which to accuse someone

of burglary, Bradley. Yeah, I know that,
Sarge, but it could tie in with the

blood I found on Mrs Givens' cold frame.

Gullivers? There used to be a family of
Gullivers who lived off the Whitby Road.

After a bit of persuasion, they had to
move away.

Persuasion? Oh, they were a bad lot.

In the end, no shopkeeper would serve
them. Nobody had given the time of day.

Perhaps we should have a chat with this
lad after all.

Get on to it, will you, Bellamy?
Sergeant.

Ah, Mr Bligton. I was hoping to run
across you.

Is that so?

Perhaps you'd inform your committee that
I'm trying to run a robbery

investigation. And I've in my phone
lines kept busy with people reporting

-tattle. Isn't helping.

The problem is, Sergeant, it's tittle
-tattle that succeeded where your

officers... have failed.

We found George Gray.

Looks like they switched over the beer
here.

Still seems like a lot of hard work,
Alf.

What do you mean?

Well, why load the kegs onto one drain
and then switch them four miles down the

road? Why not use their own vehicles in
the first place?

It doesn't make sense.

The only way it could have ended up here
is by crossing Draco's Bridge, right?

Well, you'd be mad to do that. It's got
a weight restriction.

Well, exactly.

Why risk losing everything in the river?

Look, I cut out on the kickstart a
couple of weeks back.

Nurse Bolton reckons it's a recent
injury.

Yeah, you didn't get it seen to.

Where were you Sunday afternoon, lad?

Can't remember.

I hear you've been going steady.

Perhaps you were with your girlfriend.

No, and I don't want you talking to her,
neither.

Look, I know why you've come round here.
Yeah?

It's got to be who I am, innit?

Any gulliver's got to be up to no good,
right?

See, that's why I came to stay with my
gran to get away from all that.

So how about your letters?

Gina!

through your guest's luggage, Mr.
Bligton?

I had reasonable cause to believe that
Mr. Ryan was involved in the robbery.

Ronnie Gibbons did report seeing Ryan
coming from the general direction, sir.

Did you ever run down the coast road?

Really let her out.

Sounds great.

Oh, it's very romantic, by the way.

Oh, and you know all about that sort of
thing, do you?

Only what I read in books.

Well, I must be reading the wrong
titles, then.

We'd like a word, please, Mr Ryan.

Down to the station.

What's going on, Auntie?

You're a bit of a mystery.

Even Miss Ward had to admit she knew
hardly anything about you. I came here

get away from people who know my
business.

And what business is that?

Must pay well. There's over £100 in your
bag. That's wages.

Bumped up by danger money.

Gone a Simon Templer, eh?

So where did you get to after you left
the pub last night?

I went for a drive.

You've gone several hours. I parked up.

Look, I fancied a bit of air.

Can anyone corroborate that?

And then there's this.

It's hardly a Swiss Army knife, is it?

It's a tool of my trade.

I'll explain what it's for, only first I
want a solicitor.

I'd have given anything to be there.

Just to see that look wiped off
Craddock's face.

That's not what it's all about, Jack.

Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it.

Well, I'm saying nothing.

But a little bird tells me that Craddock
may soon have his own arrest to gloat

on. The culprit for all our burglaries.

Oh, aye.

Now, just between ourselves, Jack, does
the name Gulliver mean anything to you?

It was hard to tell whether or not he
was totally true, Sarge. He seemed

enough about wanting to make a fresh
start.

Yet he can't remember where he was two
afternoons ago.

It does seem unlikely, I agree.

Give an eye on him, Bellamy.

Anything more on the Drave entrance?

It's been dusted for pretty sad.

Good. If Ryan thinks he can play smart
with me, he's got another thing coming.

Miss Lambert?

It's Mrs Bradley, actually.

I'm here to represent Mr Ryan.

Hello.

You sure it were him?

Right.

Mr Ryan is a deep -sea diver. He's just
returned from three months' exploratory

work in the North Sea.

I think you'll find that explains the
knife and the money you found.

Why didn't he tell us this before?

Well, apparently he values his privacy.

Still, I'm very glad to see the legs on
the man, Sergeant.

For your wipe -out, Bradley.

Then release Mr. Ryan.

It's very basic, very sort of primitive.

A cave. Yeah, but it's not just any old
cave. It's Odin's cave.

Odin. Ah, Odin. Now, you've heard of
him, haven't you? Because he was one of

yours. You see, Aden's field wasn't
always spelt the way it is now. When I

a nipper, it used to be called Odin's
field because this is where he brought

body before he went to... Where is it?
Valhalla. And this cave was something to

do with it. Oh, yeah, yeah, because
that's where they laid him out, you see.

you could walk by it and you wouldn't
notice it. You'd need somebody like me

take you in and show you, like, the
walls, where the painting is.

Painting? Yeah. That painting of his
journey, like, you know, in the boat.

And, you know, I thought, you being like
a student, I mean, it'd be right up

your strasser.

Andy?

There's a turn -up for the books.

But why not tell people what you do?

Why leave him thinking the worst?

Because I don't have to explain Mike out
to anyone.

But you did to me.

Yeah, but then you're special.

You're not taking the mickey, are you?

Why else do you reckon I stuck around?

Hardly for the nightlife, is it?

And a pint of bitter.

Thanks, Oscar.

Oh, keep that.

Freeroo's got a special offer on.

Shame we're going to the pictures.

Out celebrating, are you?

Sorry, Mr Gibbons. From what I hear,
your missus had a good day getting her

rubber let off.

What are you suggesting?

It's all right, Mike.

Say, what you've got to, Mr Gibbons?

Very cosy.

One locks them up, the other one gets
them off.

Hey, Ronnie.

No, it's OK, Oscar.

Mr Givens is entitled to his say.

Nor if it's against one of my guests.

If you want to accuse anyone, do it
elsewhere.

I will.

Drinking here knowing an armed robber's
upstairs turns my stomach.

Anyone else feel the same?

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Can you drive?

You know, Mike, we're going to have to
get used to the likes of Ronnie Gibbons.

Really? Why's that?

Well, there's always going to be people
wondering about us.

Finding it all a bit too cosy.

Well, that's a risk we'll just have to
take.

Personally, the idea of cosy sounds fine
to me.

The police might let you off. That don't
mean the rest of us can't recognise. Do

it when we see it.

Unless you want trouble.

Get lost!

Hey, Ronnie, what are you playing at?

Crime prevention.

Remember, Mr Blaketon, not by taking the
law into your own hands. Now let him

go!

You welcome to him?

You've been warned!

Why start somewhere you don't intend to
finish, Mr Blaketon?

What's up?

Thought he was part of your lynch mob.

It's not what I intended.

Well, perhaps you ought to tell him
that.

Hi, Maggie.

Hello, Gina.

You haven't seen Mike, have you? He was
in earlier.

Do you want to leave a message?

Um, yes, yes, I better.

It's about Ledgilliver. He's back in
hospital.

Only this time he's been beaten up.

Bye.

Beaten up?

Yes, Sarge. Maggie found him last night.
Bill's on his way over to the hospital.

First, Gulliver runs out into the road
in such a rush, he doesn't hear a

motorbike coming.

Next thing, he's beaten up.

Question is, by whom?

Still, Bellamy's working on it.

The brewery robbery, where are we going
on that?

Well, looks like we might have another
lead.

Al's checking it out now.

I hope this isn't more questions about
Andy.

Oh, no, no.

You know, the other day you told Mike
that the brewery had a special offer on.

That's right.

Two extra kegs, half price. Why?

Well, how'd you find out about it?

Was it a circular that they sent you?

The lads on the dray told me.

What's that got to do with the robbery
of?

Look, I tripped over my scooter in the
yard.

After which you kicked and punched
yourself for good measure.

Come on, Liz. Why don't you tell us who
beat you up?

No one did.

I've it your own way.

Only to me it seems like you're hiding
something.

Being a copper, that makes me
suspicious.

What do you mean?

There's been a spate of burglaries in
Aidensfield.

And they've all happened since you came
back.

Nothing to do with me.

For your sake, I hope it isn't.

See, the last house that got burgled
belonged to a widow.

That's the sort of thing judges come
down hard on.

Think about it, Liz.

What's the matter with you, David?

I'm really bad, like you said, Gina.

Well, I miss being here, and I miss you
as well.

All right, then, David.

I'll make you a deal.

You tell me what Claude's up to, all of
it, mind, and I might just reconsider.

I don't see why you're so wet up, Oscar.

Ronnie and his mate got off -headed.

Won't take much to pull them back in
line.

It's not that cut and dry, Jack.

If anyone's taking the law into their
own hands, it's up to us to report it.

The police, you mean?

Well, aye.

If we don't, it makes us complicit.

Now, I just don't mean the assault on
Ryan.

You mean Gulliver?

Well, he ended up in hospital.

We've no way of knowing that was Ronnie,
not for sure.

And even if it was, I doubt he'll
complain. Most likely he'll run back

came from.

That's not good enough, Jack.

If Ronnie's gone off the rails, we can't
just ignore it.

Of course not.

You must do what you think's right.

All I'm saying is, think it through
first.

What do you mean?

As I recall, it was you who told Ronnie
how to look out for his mum's things.

So?

What if Ronnie did turn something up?

And the pawnbroker or whoever gave him a
description of the lad who brought it

in.

How's Sergeant Craddock going to see
that?

I reckon he'll use it to say you
encouraged Ronnie.

Perhaps for once it might be worth
turning a blind eye.

A fiddle.

That's how it looks, Sarge.

Yes, the draymen have been running their
own special offer.

An extra couple of kegs on top of that
pub's usual order at half price. It's a

neat setup.

They overload by a few kegs and get to
pocket the money.

Well, how does that fit in with the
robbery?

They were due a thought check. The
missing kegs would have shown up, but

had to come up with a way of hiding it.

By faking a robbery?

Exactly.

Earlier in the day, they'd take out an
empty dray, dump it, and then later on

they'd make it look like a full one had
been felt.

By threatening a bloke they work with,
tying him up.

It's a bit much, isn't it?

Not if he's in on it as well.

Whoever made the 999 call must have been
in on the robbery.

They didn't want to leave Enoch tied up
on the ground all night.

Right.

Coats on, gentlemen. We've some arrests
to make.

Taste all my money for the picture show.

That's where no one leaves, Bradley.

Right, Sarge.

Whatever you say, Alf.

Ask my friend Maya, he'll tell you so.

That there ain't no place like a club of
no gold. Get off me!

My watchman's confirmed he was in on it
as well.

Excellent. Put the kettle on, Bradley.
I've been in the mood to celebrate.

No on second thoughts.

I may take my lunch in the pub.

Ah, Mr.

Bligton. I was just coming to see you.

You'll be pleased to hear we've
apprehended those responsible for the

robbery. Only this time, we won't be
letting them go prematurely.

Okay.

I'd like a word, Captain.

We're talking about vigilantes, Mr.
Blaketon.

Acting under the aegis of your
committee.

I do realise that, Sergeant. I'm not
proud of the way things have turned out.

And no doubt the damage to Mr Ryan's car
can be laid at their door as well.

My, my.

Things have got out of hand.

Hang on a sec, Sarge.

Something doesn't add up.

Oscar, you think you put Ronnie onto
lead by sending him off to hunt down

of his mother's things?

Unwittingly, yes.

Well, simple enough explanation?

But even if Ronnie did find some of the
stolen goods and got a description of

whoever sold them on, how did he match
that to Les?

I doubt they've ever met before.

You might have a point there, Bradley.

Unless... Oscar?

Unless I'd been more blind than I
thought.

I thought I told you to take that stuff
back to the house.

I did.

But then I had to go back and get some
more.

Get some more? What for?

Oh, ladies and gentlemen, if you... My
assistant, David,

will now escort you into the very bowels
of Odin's cave. But I'm afraid there

will be a small extra charge of two
shilling to defray conservation wear and

tear. Pay a bill in advance.

As I've said before, the burglar has
nothing to do with me.

Yes, we know what you said, Mr.
Gulliver.

Then why not believe it?

Les, I hear you're engaged to be
married.

What's that got to do with it?

Well, I can see why you wouldn't want it
coming out that you'd been breaking

into houses. Now, it really would mess
things up, wouldn't it?

Is it really the question of why you do
it all in the first place?

Unless you've been coerced in some way.
And if that is the case, then that's

something we could tell the court.

Provided, of course, we were convinced
that those were the facts.

You're saying they might go easy on me.

Be careful where you put your fingers.
Those are torches. Keep them turning and

try and follow the lights, but don't
come too... Where is it?

I told you to do it in white. Where's
the colours come from? Oh, it's so

exciting, Mr Greengrass.

Like being a part of history.

I almost feel I could reach out and
touch the person who painted this. I'm

surprised.

A simple mind using the only tools at
his disposal to communicate.

Simple? Yeah, thank you, David. All
right, and if you'd like to come

ladies and gentlemen. There we are.
That's it.

That's the painting I was talking about.

Isn't it amazing when you think it's
probably hundreds of... Well, thousands

years, and probably even longer.

Hey, don't forget all these old ones up
here, Mr Greengrass.

What are you on about?

you just to paint the boat?

Well, tell this one.

Oh, well, that one there, that's a horse
and cart.

And that's a tram.

And that one... A tram?

Vikings didn't have trams.

Yes, they did. Of course they didn't.
They didn't even have electricity.

Well, I know that, but they were powered
by the sun.

Gina said that they used the sun for all
sorts.

Gina? What's Gina got to do with it?

Please, what is going on? Excuse me a
minute, Fraulein.

Come here, come here, come here. What
exactly did Gina tell you?

She said that the Vikings, they invented
all sorts of stuff.

I bet she did.

Mr. Greengrass, why is there a picture
of a space rocket?

I've no idea.

I think I must have a very serious word.

Not as serious as the word I'm going to
have with David.

David?

David! David!

Hiya.

Have you seen Andy?

Um... I'm sorry, Gina.

Andy's gone.

He said to give you this.

What do you mean?

Where's he gone?

Well, there was a telephone call.

A diving job.

Came up, apparently, off the Spanish
coast.

He either made the flight or missed out.

Oh.

I see.

Well, it doesn't matter.

It was only a fling.

Look, Gina.

I know I never made it easy for you and
Andy.

I never really took to him.

Even so.

Don't be.

I've made being unlucky in love into an
art form.

He's in.

Right.

I'd ask where you learned to do that.

I won't leave him be. I'm not doing any
more burglaries for you.

I don't want you to.

In fact, you and me are never going to
clap eyes on each other again.

You mean it? Because you're going as far
away from Aidensfield as your little

legs will parry you.

No, I'm staying here. I'm getting wet.
Not here, you're not.

The police are on to you. And I'm not
waiting for you to blab your mouth off

get me involved.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm telling you to get lost.

I thought the chicken Ronnie gave you
would have got that into your seat.

Gold, you sent him.

Ronnie's a bit like you, Les.

Useful to do the dirty work.

That way you'll never get caught, eh,
Mr. Arundel?

I wouldn't shy of that, Mr. Arundel.

I don't think he will, Alf.

Picking on youngsters is more his line.

What about the lad?

We'll put in a word, which is more than
Mr. Gibbons can expect.

Yes.

Well, I'd just like you to know that in
the light of recent events, I'll be

disbanding the Crime Prevention
Committee.

Forthwith. Well, that may be no bad
thing.

Of course, the important thing is that
matters are under control again.

Back in safe hands, as it were.

Yes, well... Thank you, Sergeant.

Constable.

Oh, there is one other little matter
outstanding, Mr. Clayton. Oh, yes?

The beer that was stolen from Hampton's
brewery.

I understand some of it made its way to
the agents' field arms.

Of course, I'm sure that you and Miss
Ward, along with the other publicans,

unaware that it was stolen.

I'll pretend you never said that,
Sergeant.

But the question is, does ignorance
constitute defence?

Or should we be considering charges of
receiving stolen property?

Just you try, Craddock.

And the only pub that will serve you
will be in Llandudno.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why doesn't love kiss stay in
my memory?