All language subtitles for heartbeat_s09e08_negative_vibes

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

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

Jackie? Jackie?

Anything happening?

All quiet.

Oh, someone just rang through, demanding
to be put through to his nibs. We're in

the wrong place, you know.

Popsy. Swing in London.

Never get them sorts of duties up here.

What do we need with a bunch of
screaming teenage girls?

We've got him.

Are you training to become a switchboard
operator?

Sorry. Officers are supposed to deal
with calls themselves, not put

through to me.

Oh, I'm sorry, Sarge, but Frank Hodgson,
he demanded to speak to you personally.

Since when did the road traffic accident
become my personal business?

He didn't mention an accident.

No, because you didn't bother to ask.

Come on, Bellamy.

Strengthsford Road.

Drivers, split the scene.

Claude? Are you all right?

Oh, yeah, I am all right.

Poor old Silas, though. He's in a bad
way.

Donald Warcroft? Yeah.

Oh, not at heart again.

I don't know. We were out having a drink
and all of a sudden he had this nasty

turn. It frightened the life out of me.
I'm not waiting for an ambulance, so I

brought him straight in, but he don't
look all that good.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid we've lost him.

I knew something like this would happen.

Oh, I'm really sorry, Claude.

I don't know what I'm going to tell his
missus.

Would you like me to break the news to
Agnes?

Is that what you're saying?

Well, I won't mind.

I picked this up from the grocery store.

It's the driver you should be picking
up.

Must have been drunk.

Very possibly.

Do you think it might be possible to
switch that off, sir?

I've tried.

I've phoned the firm.

They're on their way.

Right. Bellamy, get up there and muffle
that bell until they arrive.

The red car, you say, Mr. Hodgson?

But you didn't get the make or number
plate. I feared for my life, never mind

number plates.

Your superintendent buys his cavalry
quills from me.

You'll be judged by results on this,
Craddock.

Not that James and Oscar Blayton
retired. Never would have happened in

Mr. Hodgson, you've received a very
prompt response to your call.

One of my officers will stay here until
your premise has been secured. What else

would you expect me to do?

You could try catching whoever did it.

Stay here till the place is boarded up.
Right, Serge. And stop every parking

vehicle. Somebody may have noticed a
damaged car.

Hello, Jackie.

You all right, mate?

Yes, I suppose I am.

Well, there's been an incident.

Just wondered if you'd pass the car with
her.

Damage wing?

Headlight out?

No, I don't think so. Sorry.

Hello, Claude.

Margaret?

What's happened?

Alice was everything to me.

It's been poorly for a long while.

I've steeled myself for this moment,
but...

Now it's come.

If there's anything I can do, Agnes...
There's no point in keeping it in, Aki.

I mean, there's no wrong in having a
good cry. I've shed a few tears over him

myself.

I'm sure you have, Claude.

You were always a good friend.

At times like this, true friends are a
great comfort.

I'll go and put the kettle on.

Claude Greengrass is one of nature's
gentlemen.

He's the nicest, kindest, most caring
man you could wish to meet.

Hi.

Long day?

Yeah.

Look, I've tried the office, no reply.

I had a meeting.

What's burning?

Women. Roll in at all hours. Expect us
to have your food on the table. I don't

know.

Mike.

You've had this on too hard.

Look, Jack, I was concerned.

No call, no message, nothing.

Look, for goodness sake.

I'm a working woman and I had a late
meeting.

Let's just eat, OK?

Get back out there. See if any other
evidence shows up in daylight.

Try a house -to -house for witnesses.

Oh, good of you to join us, Constable.

Following last night's incident,
Ventress, I want you to check all

repair shops.

I want to hear about any red car brought
in for repairs.

Well, I was glad most cars were black.

Red's quite common now.

White, yellow, all sorts.

Fascinating social observation,
Ventress.

While you're at it, I want you to call
on anyone locally who owns a red saloon.

Coat back on.

Get on with it.

He had me up till all hours.

Guarding the shop, questioning
motorists.

Oh, I flagged down your Jackie.

Didn't she say?

No. On the Stranford Road?

Yeah.

Not a usual way, huh?

No, there's something odd.

How do you mean?

Well, good driving condition.

No other vehicle involved.

But he suddenly swerves across the road
for no apparent reason.

Probably drunk.

Or his steering could have gone.

According to Hodgson, the driver
reversed out quickly and then drove off

perfectly straight line.

What happened? The shocks opened him up.

Or perhaps he'd driven deliberately at
the window.

Red car, but you don't know the name.

Well, it's a damaged front wing and
headlight.

Well, you think of a dozen red cars in
the area without even trying.

That's if it's from round here.

Well, it's a needle in a haystack.

Anyhow, Bernie, let me know if anyone
brings in a damaged one.

Has anyone made threats to you recently,
Mr Hodgson?

No. Why?

Well, it's possible if someone held a
grudge against you, this could have been

their way of getting back at you.

Are you suggesting this wasn't an
accident?

What's the evidence for that, Bradley?

I'm just keeping an open mind.

So what's your theory, then? Do you
reckon this was a smash and grab, using

car instead of a brick?

Well, not a robbery, necessarily.

Nothing's been stolen.

Well, I'm glad about that.

I'd hate it to have lost my new jacket.

Thanks, Fred.

Oh, what a mess.

Good luck.

He would have had to sort it out by now.

Hello, Agnes. Is Dryliss in?

I know he's as safe as houses and rarely
drives over 30, but I need to check and

see.

What's up, love?

He's dead, Alf.

He died a little last night.

Oh, Agnes.

I'm really sorry.

Is there anything that I can do?

Kind of you, but unmanaging.

Claude's been a tower of strength.

Now, I've done you a bit of shopping,
love.

You dear, kind man.

Come in.

Come in.

I'm sorry to have bothered you.

I'll put the kettle on.

I'm sorry.

Sorry. There's no need to be sorry.

It's all right to have a good cry. It's
only natural.

No, it's not, Claude.

It's not natural what Silas has done.
It's not natural.

What do you mean?

We had a lifetime together.

I wanted a decent hand -off with our
friends.

Simple occasion to bid him farewell.

There's no need to bother about that.
I'll take care of the funeral.

I mean, Bernie Scripps is a mate.

He'll probably give you a discount.

There's not going to be a funeral.

There's got to be a funeral. Don't be
daft.

He's donated his body to medical
science.

He what?

Baptist remains for medical students.

practice on.

So, no funeral.

No grave to visit.

No ashes to keep.

I could go on again.

But we'll find a way. We'll find a way.
Don't, don't do this. Don't cry.

I'd like the balance of my counting.

It must be terrible for her, having to
explain to people there can't be a

funeral because her husband's remains
are being mucked about with by a lot of

medical students.

I wouldn't fancy that myself.

I hope not, no.

Come on, this old malarkey catching on.
Trade's been slow enough as it is.

It was probably Silas thinking he was
benefiting mankind.

He's always been a bit like me in that
respect.

Anyway, I'm sure he didn't mean to upset
Agnes.

It's a real shame something can't be
done, though.

Yeah.

Really? Yeah, I've got some work to
catch up on.

Late nights, early mornings. I really
should have a word with that senior

partner. Well, it's not just the police
who work unsociable hours.

Look, I've been thinking, Mrs. Bradley.

We deserve a weekend away.

I've got some meat coming up and...
It'll have to wait, Mike. I'm snowed

at the moment.

OK. How about me buying you lunch today?

Eight until the arms, one o 'clock?

That'll be good. I've got a busy
morning. I must go.

All I gotta do is sing to you, baby,
when you make my heart sting. Oh,

what a feeling, baby, baby.

Oh, what a feeling, baby, baby.

Oh, what a feeling, baby, baby.

Hello, babe.

Sorry I'm late.

I haven't got long.

All right.

Let's get on with it, eh?

Progress,

Ventress? I've eliminated most local
vehicles, Sarge. There's still a few to

check. Then get checking, man.

Jeremy.

I've asked around.

Knocked on lots of doors. No witnesses
so far.

Someone must have seen something that
night.

I gather your wife's was one of the few
cars on the road at that time.

Yeah, I believe so.

She was questioned about a missing
headlight.

She made her call some other detail.

Car driving too fast, erratically,
unsure of the road.

Question her closely again.

Well, I'm seeing her at lunchtime.

Do it now, Bradley.

I need progress on this. We all do.

Chop, chop.

I need to speak to Jackie. Is she busy?

She's not been in. She's working from
home this morning.

Go ahead, Phil.

Damage red Singer Gazelle driving at
speed. Heading into town on the

Road. Apprehend him, Mike.

I'm on my way.

The room starts moving around me.

I'm just getting things too close.

It's crazy when you're around me.

You better keep back on bed. Please
don't touch.

My knees just turn to jelly.

I'm unsteady.

What's the problem, officer?

Do you mind stepping out of the vehicle,
please, sir?

Car, bike, three of you.

It's a bit over the top, isn't it?

You had your foot down a bit, didn't
you?

Have you been drinking?

No.

Then you won't mind blowing into one of
these, then, will you?

Look, I've not had a drink.

If you're refusing, sir, I'll ask you to
accompany us to the station where a

blood test will be taken.

Look, what's going on? All I've done is
a teeny bit of speeding.

Where were you at 10pm on Tuesday?

A car answer in this description was
involved in a serious incident.

Tuesday.

I'll spend the evening at the pub where
I'm staying, the station at Strenstead.

Can anyone verify this?

Sure. I was, um, entertaining a chick
that night.

She'll vouch for me. She's a solicitor,
no less.

Jackie Bradley.

Oh, but she's married to some local guy,
so best be discreet, eh?

Yeah.

All right.

Thank you.

Talked with and met. He's known.

Photographer. Girly mags, apparently.

And he's got a record.

Drugs.

I've never seen him in my life before.
Jackie's never mentioned him. Look, I

don't know anything about this.

All right, calm down.

Look, let me just have a word with him.
I'll soon find out what's going on.

Under the circumstances, you'll stay
right out of it.

And as he doesn't appear to realise that
you're our husband, it's far better he

stays ignorant of that fact.

I'm sure there'll be a simple
explanation, Mike.

Mr Bank, according to police records,
you were arrested for possession of

marijuana.

Found guilty and fined last year.

So what are you saying?

That you're keeping me here because I
smoked a joint a year ago?

How did your car come to be damaged?

Happened down in Soho a few days ago,
while it was parked.

Dangerous to drive with it like that.

Why haven't you had it properly
repaired?

I'm a photographer.

I've got a gig up here at short notice.
I'll fix it when I get back.

I know provincial plods aren't all that
bright, but you can surely work out that

if I damaged my motor doing something
dodgy, I'd have fixed it by now.

I see. Thank you.

Goodbye.

Not at home, and her office hasn't seen
her all morning. Any ideas?

Afraid not.

Then I suggest you try and locate your
wife. It is most important I speak to

her. Do you understand?

Mind you, some of these doctors can't
have picked off his nose, can they?

What do you mean?

Well, I went to the hospital to see him
about releasing Silas's body for burial,

and some junked -up young hermit in a
white coat and a dickie bow said,

I wasn't next of kin, he wouldn't even
discuss it.

Didn't get far, then.

Not as far as casualty.

Unfortunately, I lost me rag. It
finished up with him having me chucked

Mind you, it's fortunate I don't sue him
for wrongful dismissal.

Got a message for you. Oh, yeah?

Yeah, Jackie's phone said she can't make
lunch.

Was that it?

Yeah, something came up.

Maybe Agnes had settled for some sort of
memorial service.

She's having a proper funeral.

The coffin and everything, I'll see to
that.

With your help, of course.

I reckon Greengrass is up this summer.

Years of experience have fine -tuned my
antenna where he's concerned.

Have I done something to upset you two?

Sorry? You haven't listened to a word
I've been saying.

And Jackie ignored me as well.

Jackie? Yeah.

Saw her in her car, gave her a wave.

Looked right through me.

When?

This morning.

She was heading out towards Trentford.

I'm looking for the landlord.

That's me.

What do the police want here?

You do B &B here?

I'd like to inquire about one of your
guests.

Away inside, then.

Don't like the police outside my pub.

No good for business.

Aye, he's staying here right now.

He claims he spent Tuesday evening in
the pub.

Can you confirm that?

Didn't he spend it in my bar?

Tight git was up drinking in his room.

Amongst other things.

How do you mean?

You had a lassie with him.

Work it out for yourself.

Pretty wee thing.

Don't want you saving a flash proposal
like him.

They were in his room all evening.

Aye.

She was up there again with him this
morning.

Must be love, eh?

It was dark.

Can't say for sure.

Do you see anything that would actually
rule it out?

No. It certainly could have been this
car.

Right. Well, thank you very much, Mr
Hodgson. I'm sure we'll get this cleared

soon. And about time. My insurance won't
pay up unless they know what's what.

Message at my office, Sergeant. Wanted
to see me?

Thank you for coming over so promptly,
Mrs Bradley. After you.

Delicate matter, I'm afraid.

The man we have in custody, Sean Bank,

claims that at the time of the incident,
he was in his bedroom at the Station

Hotel with you.

Is that correct?

I take it that he's lying, yes?

No, I was with him.

You can confirm his alibi?

Yes, I can.

And what was the nature of your meeting
with Mr Banks, may I ask?

Private.

Confidential. Not related to your
inquiry.

Is Mike aware that I was mentioned as an
alibi by Banks?

Yes, he is.

Great.

If that's everything.

Yes.

Thank you, Mrs Bradley.

Pardon?

Clod, you're an angel.

You've sported to the medical school.

Not just the school. Top man. Doctor, I
went to see Doctor...

I forget what his name is now, but what
he said was because Silas had had an

heart attack, it really wasn't much use
to him, so he said he'd release the body

and we could have a proper funeral after
all.

Lord, this is wonderful news.

You are a treasure.

What are you doing in the dark?

That meeting on Tuesday night with Sean
Banks, it was purely a professional

matter. Was it?

Was it?

And what about this morning?

When you told me you were at the office
and you told the office you'd be at

home.

When, in fact, you were actually in his
bedroom at the pub.

No, no, no, tell me, tell me, was that a
purely professional matter as well?

All right.

No, it's more complicated. Do you
realise what a humiliating day I've had?

Some flash London sleazeball uses my
wife as an alibi. The whole station

my eyes. I find out you've not only been
lying to your office, but you're lying

to me.

What's going on?

Look, I don't want to talk about this
now. Well, I do.

If it's not a professional matter, what
is it? Leave it, Mike.

Jackie, what is going on?

I can't discuss this now. Look, I'm your
husband.

And I'm your wife.

So trust me.

Will Agnes not be a bit upset when she
finds out you were fibbing?

No. She's not going to find out, is she?

Well, bound to. You haven't really got
his body, so there won't be any funeral.

Oh, yes, there will.

Because we're going to bury an empty
box.

What? What does it matter? It means that
Agnes can give Silas a proper farewell.

You get paid for doing the funeral.

Everybody's happy, including me, and I'm
not even coughing.

Are you seriously suggesting we bury an
empty coffin?

Watch me head.

Not a million years.

Look, I've told her now. She's been and
fixed everything. She's seen the

minister, she's been and fixed the
church, everything.

You cannot put an empty coffin into
consecrated ground. It's sacrilege.

Probably illegal as well. I'm having now
to do with it. All right, all right.

Look, it don't have to be a burial.

I'll persuade her to have a cremation.
That way the evidence will be gone

afterwards. Claude, you are not talking
me into this.

Really? I wouldn't put my house on it.

You'll hardly be fit for work sleeping
down here.

Day off.

Look, Jack,

we ought to talk.

I'm Jo at the Michael Strape Court.

We'll talk tonight.

I need you.

I need you more than person to guy.

I need you.

It's true, little girl, that you can
live with tears in my eyes.

But this is every time you come by.

I'll be down and you'll hear me cry.

I need you more than anybody else has
needed anyone

before.

There's no one else.

Standing up.

I need you.

You know, little girl, that you can keep
your smile on my face.

But if you ever tell me goodbye, I'll be
down and you'll hear me cry.

I need you.

More than anybody else has needed anyone
before.

It's a wonder you didn't catch your
death of cold.

Mike, I... My case has just been called.

Marion Haste, Repentant Leisure, is that
it?

I wonder what other murky secrets you
have in your past.

Mrs. Bradley, court is waiting.

Oh, my...

Don't take me over.

Now that I do anything for you.

Don't take me over.

No, I'm afraid not, Mrs. Bradley. I
haven't seen them at all.

It is a day off.

Anything I can help you with?

Don't pick on the things I say.

All right. Goodbye.

The things I do just love me with all my
heart.

I need my head examining, I do, really.

I wish you'd stop moaning.

Nobody's going to find out.

Ah, Bernie, there you are.

You're all right. You look as white as a
sheet.

It's fine, aren't you?

Yeah.

I was wondering whether you had any news
on that wrecked car, Bernie. I thought

you got some bloke from London for that.

Oh, he had a cast -iron alibi.

Yeah, I've heard nothing.

Well, I'm glad that Silas didn't wear it
very dear.

Why?

Because Agnes has asked me to be a
pallbearer, along with Oscar Blaketon,

amongst others.

See you at the funeral.

Blaketon?

Get ten years.

Oh, talk daft.

Mind, we'll have to weigh it down with
someone to make it feel authentic.

A couple of buckets of this sand should
do it.

Sand?

Hello, Mike.

I'm Jackie, Sister Elizabeth.

We were sad to miss the wedding.

Paul was running the Kampala mission,
just wasn't possible to get away.

Well, Paul's in a new village in
Derbyshire now, so we must all meet up.

Sure.

Look, I'm afraid I owe you a large
apology.

I'm involved in some...

rather unpleasant business, which Jackie
knows about, and I swore her to

secrecy.

It's me in the photos, I'm afraid. Very,
very embarrassing.

Elizabeth Morton, the vicar's wife.

Well, it may well be embarrassing, but I
think I have a right to know, don't

you?

A few years back, I was a provincial
girl in Swinging, London.

Sean was a hip photographer. He
persuaded me to pose for a set of nude

Liz's fling didn't last long.

She went to university, met Paul, they
married and went to Africa.

And then a few weeks ago, Sean rang me.

Out of the blue.

There'd been a piece in the paper about
Paul swapping work from an African to a

Derbyshire village.

Banks told Liz that he could sell her
photos to the papers for a...

Vicar's wife in nude pics. Shocker
story.

He said if I didn't want to be splashed
all over the papers, my husband made a

laughing stock, I could buy the
negatives back for £1 ,000.

Well, Liz hasn't got that sort of money,
and so she came to me for help.

Paul knows nothing about this.

Yeah, but that's blackmail. Make a
complaint and he could be charged.

No, Mike, he's been very careful.

He claims he's simply offering the
negatives at market value.

Demanding money with menaces is very
hard to prove.

Look, you really should have told me
about this. No, that's my fault. I

want anyone to know. I'm sorry.

So what's the situation now, then?

If I don't find the money by tomorrow,
he goes to the papers.

Liz and I raised it together.

You'll bring the negatives?

Listen,

can we make it a different pub? The
Aidensfield Arms?

We need somewhere quiet.

Leave it with me.

All right.

Aidensville's arm, seven o 'clock.

I hope it works.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming round, Oscar.

I know it sounds odd, but... I'm looking
forward to the funeral.

It's a proper way of thing to have
people...

Gather in fair, respectful farewell.

And I'm so glad you've agreed to be a
power bearer.

Well, I'm very honoured to have been
asked, Agnes.

It's pathetic, Craddock.

As I've said, we've no definite leads at
present, Mr Hodgson.

I'll keep you informed of progress.

No wonder you lot don't solve anything.

Get in on your backside.

It's our dinner break, Sarge.

Never mind that.

Any other ventures?

Great word.

Has Bradley confided in you about any
problem that he had at the moment?

Problem? Of a domestic nature.

There was a strange business with his
wife and that photographer.

It's never something to me, Sarge.

Very well.

I want you out again this afternoon,
making more inquiries about Hodgson's

window. He's beginning to get on my
nerves.

I'm booked off, Sarge. Silas's funeral.

It'll be all our funerals if we don't
get this sorted out soon.

A word?

Did you take time off from patrol this
morning to visit your wife's office?

Yes, I may have done.

Why?

It's just a private matter.

On police time?

Well, yeah, I'm sorry about that, Sarge.

The business with your wife and the
photographer was a bit perplexing. Well,

do you mean?

Is he a client of hers?

Well, I don't think this is a police
matter.

I may have some failings, Bradley, but
one of my strengths is the ability to

smell trouble.

Is there any aspect of their
relationship that ought to concern the

No. Not that I'm aware of.

At least he's got a good send -off.

I don't suppose you've seen a damaged
red car anywhere in your ranch, have

Maggie?

Yes, I have, as a matter of fact.

funeral? Thought the whole village was
there. No, and we're not really here

either.

Oh.

We need a favour.

Off the record.

I'm intrigued.

Nice low pace.

Follow me.

A bit heavier than I thought he'd be.

Hey, hang on a minute.

There's something coming out of this
coffin.

What's the matter?

Well, it looks like sand.

Let's take it back to the hall. You
can't do that. You best tell the

there's going to be a delay.

Delay? Why?

Because I'm going to take the lid off
this.

You can't do that.

It's sacrilegious. Now, get going.

Silas may have a problem.

I'm not the only one.

He's my brother.

It's just a slight technical problem,
Agnes.

A loose coffin handle, something like
that.

I'm sure they won't be very long.

Thanks.

Now, could somebody please tell me why,
instead of Silas Moorcroft...

We seem to be burying up of Scarborough
Beach.

Actually, there's a perfectly reasonable
explanation.

Well,

I've heard of weddings where the bride
or groom didn't turn up.

But I've never heard of a funeral where
the corpse didn't make an appearance.

Look, we're doing it for Agnes, aren't
we? I mean, it's not hurting anybody, is

it? It's making a farce out of a solemn
religious ceremony, Greengrass.

Agnes is going to be very upset.

I know.

Well, there may be a solution.

I doubt that a crime has actually been
committed.

Let's look upon this as a kind of
memorial service for Silas. It's still a

deception, Alf.

This empty coffin is a symbol for the
absent Silas.

And you, Bernie, will donate your entire
funeral fee to the hospital charity.

I'm going to, of course.

Family sometimes take it.

And there's an adjoining door for the
kids.

It's not booked, you can use it.

Thanks, Gina.

Right.

If we're going to nail him for demanding
money with menaces, you'll need to get

him to make clear, unambiguous threats.

There you go.

You're very photogenic, Gina.

Tell me.

I'm always on the lookout for new
models.

Hello, babe.

Long time.

You're looking good.

Your bowcar.

Murray had a little lamb.

His feet were white as snow.

Do you hear that, Mike?

Yeah, you can hear every word in here.

Good. Come on, come on. They'll be here
any minute. Come on.

Look, can we get this over with? My
husband will be expecting me.

Lucky man.

All right.

Where's the bread?

There's a room upstairs that we can use.

That's not one of you.

Just big sister.

Hey, change of plan, not here.

Why not?

Because I'm a cautious man.

A gentleman, a dirty street, walked and
worn by a shoeless beat, in silence long

and so complete, watched by a shivering
sun.

It's all gone wrong, Alf. He's left in
his car and he's taken Jackie with him.

Okay, Mike.

The sergeant's in position up the road.

He doesn't know the area, so I'm
gambling he's gone to the station hotel

he's staying.

Use the bridle track.

You might beat him there.

No, it's pressed hard in frosted glass.

Gazing at the swollen mass.

On concrete fields where grows no grass.

Stumbles blindly on.

Iron tree, smell of the air.

Don't talk to one, he's just passed me
on the road and just transferred.

know nor care where the grass is gone.

But he finds out you haven't got the
money, he'll go berserk.

I know him.

Let's do this over a drink in my room,
shall we?

No.

I've told you I need to get back.

That's a shame, babe.

All right, I'll have the money.

I haven't seen the negatives yet.

How do I know that's all of them?

Of course it is.

You stupid cow.

Do you think this is a game? Look, we
need more time to raise the money.

We've had all the time you're getting.

Right.

These pictures are going to the paper.

I'll get you your money.

Please, we just need a little bit more
time. Please.

You're really messing me about.

All right, I have to do. You've got one
more day to get me a grand, or I spoil

that pretty little face of yours and
ruin your sister's life.

And I'll take a kiss on account of all
my trouble.

Well, my husband wouldn't like that.

Your husband isn't going to know.

Actually, he will.

I've heard every word.

I'm arresting you for demanding money
with menaces.

We've complicated the negatives as
evidence.

There's no reason for them now to reach
a wider audience.

Would you like to follow me to the
station?

Thank you.

It was well you decided to do this
officially, Bradley.

Though if you'd come to me at the
beginning, things might have gone a bit

smoother.

Mrs. Bradley?

I thought you'd be round for a bit of
pork pie, Alf.

If I could have a word.

Maggie says that you drove Silas into
hospital the other night.

I did take him here.

In his car?

Wait a minute, Alf.

Hodgson's window were no to do with me.

It was Silas, I'm afraid. He was taking
me home when he had his heart attack.

He went out of control and swerved
across the road and... Well, when I

him, he didn't look right, so I thought
I'd better get him to hospital. So I

shoved him over and I took him there. I
was just trying to save his life.

You did the right thing, Claude.

I mean, I'd have reported it, but, you
know, what with Agnes and everything, I

just, you know, I didn't want to
besmirch his good name.

Well, you'll have to make a full
statement.

And clear it for Hodgson's insurance.

Statement! I tried to save a chap's
life. I tried to make this widow a bit

happy, and I get no but constant
aggravation.

I sometimes wonder why I bother.

Ah, that's settled, then.

May I ask you to escort me in the
direction of the Pope, Pius?

Something like this must never happen
again.

I'm sorry.

We've got to trust each other.

I do trust you.

What's so funny?

Just that something positive came out of
those negatives.

Made me realize for so much. I love you
You sure about

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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