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

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

Here's the kitty with the cream.

Thank you, sir.

Such a pretty skull.

Ashwoodley told me that you worked for
Bunty Henderson. I remember seeing you

there. Thank you, sir.

There's no rush.

Come on, go. Chop, chop.

My pleasure, Sonia.

Excellent news, sir.

Andrew, love to see you. See you soon.

Trouble? Aye.

I've got a couple of heifers on the
loose.

Mine, there you go.

Right. Best of luck.

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

All right, old boy, we'll get you some
help. Get the blanket.

What? Oh, Andrew, get the car blanket!

What's happened?

There's an accident.

Get an ambulance.

Oh, don't worry about those, Gina. Do
them in the morning.

Oh, they're nearly done now.

Right, well, I think I'll turn in.

You and Bellamy.

It is what you want, isn't it?

Yeah.

Fine.

Night.

Night, Oscar.

That's as much as we can do round here,
I think. I'll have a word with the

couple in the Bentley.

Oh, what's your step?

What's that?

It's the high sheriff and his missus.

How is he?

Conscious, that's all I can tell you.

He's damn lucky to be alive. There was
no way that my wife could conceivably

have avoided hitting him.

Well, as a matter of routine, we're
going to have to ask Mrs Parkin to take

breathalyzer test.

Of course.

We'll leave the statement to them.

Mr Vernon?

Yes, David.

Sorry, but I'm here again.

Well, never mind. You do live here.

Oh, I'm here with that question again.

Oh, aye.

The, um, you know, any chance of you
paying the rent one?

Oh, that one.

Well, actually, David, there's every
chance in the world.

Yeah? As soon as these little beauties
start paying their way.

Oh.

The doctor said we won't be able to talk
to the injured man until later on.

I do.

I suppose you know Andrew Parkin at the
County High Sheriff?

Yes, Sarge.

Lord Ashfordly's already been on the
phone asking if I'll take Parkin's

statement. Why's that?

Toph's charter, Bradley.

They don't like discussing their
business with the lower ranks.

I see.

But Mrs Parkin's breath test was
negative, you say?

Yes, Sarge. Oh, that's a relief.

Andrew Parkin's been known to tie a few
on.

It certainly smelled that way.

Well, you know what's not very ever
seen. I'll talk to the Parkins.

Right, Sarge.

Oh, uh, Sarge, just one thing.

The driver's seat at the Bentley was too
far back for a woman of Mrs. Parkin's

height. What are you saying?

That she lied.

That Mr. Parkin was driving the car, not
her.

Hello?

Gina?

Bellamy, what are you doing here?

Hi. Where's Gina?

Oh, she's gone out.

Said she'd be here.

Did she? When was this?

Last night. She must have forgotten, eh?

Yes. Maybe she did.

Look, I don't think I've had the
opportunity to, well, you know,

you properly.

Thanks. I think she was a bit shocked.

Yeah, I think she was.

I don't know why. I mean, it's the
obvious next step.

Well, she probably needs more time to
get used to the idea. Yeah.

Well, if you're stopping, make yourself
a cup of tea.

Vernon, what's going on?

I'm branching out, hard kid. Here, take
a look at those.

What are they?

Lonely Hearts.

It's an old business of mine I'm giving
a new lease of life to. Where do you get

all these?

I advertise for them.

You see, when they pay their
registration fee, they get their details

photo in the book. This is my stock in
trade.

What about my paperwork?

It's all filed.

In the teacher's? Look, Vernon.

Look, it's going to be marvellous when
the people start rolling up. Oh, people

are going to drop in and fill up and
choose a wife while they're at it, are

they? I was thinking rather the other
way round.

Well, I'm sorry, Vernon, you'll have to
think again.

But it's too late, our kid. The advert
went in yesterday.

Where would you like me to start?

From leaving Ashfordly Hall.

Oh, well, we left at about 11 o 'clock.

And did Lord Asherby see you all?

Yes. He watched you get into the car?

Oh, he might have. I'm not quite sure.

What is the relevance of this, Sergeant?
I'm just trying to get a complete

picture, sir.

Please go on, Mrs Parkin.

I drove away from the hall.

At what speed were you doing?

I'm not quite sure, really. About 40, I
should say.

Yes, about 40.

And what happened then?

Well, I drove around a bend, and
suddenly there he was in the middle of

road, waving his arms. Complete madman.

And I slammed on the brakes, but... And
there was this bump.

And I mean, it was horrible, really
horrible. Sorry.

It's all right.

It's all right.

As you can see, Sonia's still in a bit
of a state.

That's why this shouldn't take very much
longer.

Do you have the licence and insurance
details to hand? Yes, of course.

Do you often drive the Bentley, Mrs
Parkin?

Not really, no.

Normally there's no need.

But Ashfordly's very generous with his
measures.

One tries to be sensible.

I've just... Don't know what to do with
myself.

Don't know just what to do with myself.

I'm so used to doing everything with
you.

I was nowhere near the accident. How can
I help?

Oh, just a couple of questions, Lord
Ashley.

Mr and Mrs Parkin had been here for
dinner, I believe.

Yes. Did you see them off at the end of
the evening?

Yes, of course. I was the host,
comfortable.

So you saw them get into their car?

What?

Did you see them get into the car?

Well, I'm not sure.

As a matter of fact, I don't think I
did.

I had other guests to attend to.

So you didn't see who was driving the
Bentley?

Well, Sonny, Parkin was driving. Isn't
that what she said?

Yeah, that's what she says.

But you can't confirm it.

Well, if Mrs. Parkin says she was
driving, Constable, then I am sure he

How many, David?

Oh, uh, two gallons.

Only two?

Well, I can always come back.

I don't remember you registering, David.

Oh, sorry, sorry, Mr Vernon. I was just,
uh, looking.

It's not haberdashery, lad.

It costs to look in those, you know.

How much?

Ten pounds.

What do you get for that?

Well, if you're lucky, you get the girl
of your dreams.

Ten pounds. Only ten, and you get it
straight back in rent.

What happens if I'm not lucky?

Do I get a refund?

Well, it never pays to look on the
downside.

You pay your money and you take your
chance.

Not before he pays for his petrol.

Oh, stop cramping the lad's style,
Bernard.

He's fit, young, got his own teeth.

If he put his photo in there, the women
would come running.

You mean somebody might pick me?

Well, it's a two -way thing, David.

All part of the service.

Eric wants to see you as soon as you
come in. Don't tell me, how should this

on the blower?

Why, have you upset him?

Well, I didn't exactly accuse Mrs.
Parkin of lying. But near enough.

He's, uh, he's closed ranks.

Naturally. Ah, Bradley.

How was the lad?

Ah, much the same as usual. So no joy
there, then.

What did Mrs.

Parkin say?

Only there was nothing she could have
done to avoid hitting Taylor.

Hopefully she was sitting in the
passenger seat.

Stick to facts, Bradley, not guesswork.

What about the tire marks?

What about them?

Fifty miles per hour on that stretch of
road is reckless.

You think we could secure a prosecution
on that alone?

Perhaps not, but at least we should wait
for the injured man's statement before

shutting up shop.

Very well.

You talk to him when you can, but
remember, I want this thing wrapped up

as possible.

Here are Mrs. Parkin's licence and
insurance details on the statement.

I don't doubt your instincts, Bradley,
but you need to be very sure of yourself

before tackling someone like Andrew
Parkin, otherwise his next victim could

you.

Sarge? Yes?

I don't think we'll be wrapping this up
as quickly as you'd hoped.

Why, what is it?

Fact.

Not guesswork.

Sonia Parkin wasn't insured to drive the
Bentley.

Now, big wave, big wave.

That's it. Big smile. Let's see it.

Yes. All right, Ted. That's a big smile.

That's wonderful.

I'll tell you what. Let's try one with a
hassle.

Yeah, I know.

I'll tell you, put the hat back on. You
don't want to get in the way. You won't

do it. Great.

Big shot. Big beat.

Oh, yes. Oh, what a great shot.

Got it.

Hiya.

Hiya.

I called earlier.

Yeah, Oscar said.

Where did you go?

Just out.

Doing what?

Getting some fresh air.

Thinking.

What's wrong, Gina?

Is it me?

No.

I hadn't planned to propose like that.

It was a mistake to put you on the spot
in front of everybody.

I could always try again.

No.

Take you somewhere more romantic.

Tell you all the things I intended to
say.

No, Phil.

You said all you needed to say.

And it was lovely.

But I shouldn't have said yeah.

Why not?

Why not, Gina?

Because I don't want to marry you.

You love me.

I thought we both felt the same way.

Phil, I'm so sorry.

You're the sweetest, most caring, most
generous man I've ever met.

So, why?

Because I don't love you.

Phil, I can't.

It wouldn't work.

It's not what I want.

Phil.

Tell me I won't lose you as a friend.

It was a surprise to you.

Built out of the blue, Sergeant.

I assume that Sonia was a named driver
on the policy.

I've had my broker see to it right away.

I'm afraid that's rather too late as far
as we're concerned.

Not to mention the injured man.

Oh, rotten luck.

I agree.

But it doesn't alter the fact that he
was wholly to blame.

As you probably know, sir, driving
without insurance is an absolute

Meaning? We have no alternative but to
charge your wife.

I see.

That would mean a...

Court case?

Publicity and so on? Not necessarily, no
sir. It is possible for your wife to

plead guilty by post.

The news hounds don't normally pick up
on that.

We assume she will be pleading guilty.

There's not much choice, is there?

Not if she was driving, no.

Hi.

You're late.

I'm sorry.

I've just been down the hospital getting
a statement of Colin Taylor.

How is he?

Not great.

Especially after I told them Sonia
Parkin wasn't insured to drive the car.

What? I know. Andrew Parkin said it was
an oversight.

Oh, no.

Well, what about Taylor's own insurance?

He's only covered for injury on his own
land.

Well, then his only way is through a
civil claim.

What would his chances be?

What, of compensation?

Well, from what you've told me, not too
rosy.

There were no independent witnesses.

No suggestion that the car was faulty
and Taylor's negligence was a major

factor.

Craddock's told me to write the report,
then sweep it under the carpet.

Perhaps he's right.

We can't.

We? Well, as Craddock's put the block on
me, I, um... What?

Well, I... I told Taylor that you'd do
what you could. Look, the guy's had a

rough time.

I couldn't leave him without hope.

Mr Vernon?

What's up now?

I'm stuck.

Why?

I've never done anything like this
before.

I want to give Wendy a good impression
of me.

Well, I've given you the words. Just
pick a few and bung them in.

Right, which ones then?

Ambitious.

Women like a man who's going places.

Is that you?

I went to Scarborough once.

Well, there you are, then.

Are you planning on going again?

No, no.

Ah, see.

Sporty, do you play anything?

Well, I'm second reserve for the pub
dominoes team.

Who's first reserve?

Well, if anyone else, really.

Ah, right.

Hey, what's this one?

Solvent.

Solvent, David.

Solvent. For a lady, that is the most
romantic word you can use.

Cheers.

I suppose you can say I told you so.

What's wrong with me, Al?

Oh, nothing, Phil. Nothing at all.

It's more to do with Gina than you.

How do you mean?

Well, for what it's worth, I don't think
she could bear the possibility of

letting you down.

Especially after you'd resigned from the
force.

Well, that was my choice.

Well, maybe.

But she'd still have it on her
conscience as well.

I have loved Gina from the first time I
saw her, you know.

Yes.

That's a shame.

You went well together.

Yeah.

When I saw your photo, my heart skipped
a beat.

Your eyes and hair looked lovely.

Just like my mam's.

You're saying she looks like your
mother?

Oh, that's a compliment.

Not to Wendy, I'm sure.

You've never even seen my mam. No, but I
can guarantee she's got a few more

miles on her clock than you're intended.

Anyway, I think it's very important that
she gets on with mum. And Alfred.

Jumping the gun here a little bit,
aren't we, lad?

Let's just get this into the post before
we start playing happy families, eh?

My report on the RTA, Taj.

Did Taylor shed any new light on the
incident?

No, Sarge, but there is one development
you should know about.

Go on. Taylor's case has been taken up
by a solicitor, and she's put a private

investigator on the case.

And you wouldn't happen to live with
this solicitor by any chance, would you?

Yes, Sarge, but you also know the name
of the PI,

Oscar Blaketon.

Isn't he busy enough counting bottles?

Apparently he thinks that's a weight of
his skills and contacts.

Oh, yes.

Well, if any information leaks out of
this station, we're assured I shall

the mole with a will.

Yes, Sarge.

And you might tell that to anybody else
who fancies cosying up to Blaketon for

old times' sake.

Right, Sergeant.

Come in.

I've already given a statement to the
police.

I realise that, Mr Cope, but I'm here
purely on behalf of the injured man.

Well, I didn't see the accident.

We arrived soon after.

We? I mean Susie, my daughter.

I've gone to Ashfordly Hall to pick her
up after work.

Oh, I see.

In fact, I saw Colin Taylor on my way
there.

I pulled up and had a word with him.
What about?

He told me to take care because some
efforts had gone out.

And what then?

I drove on to the hall.

I picked Susie up and drove back.

It wasn't long before I came on the
accident.

The two from the Bentley were bent over
Colin Taylor and the man shouted at me

to get an ambulance.

That was it.

Right, well, thanks.

Oh, look, do you think it's possible I
could have a word with your daughter?

Oh, she's not here.

Look, I realise she works long hours at
the hall. Perhaps you could suggest a

time?

Well, she doesn't work there now.

Sorry? She was dismissed yesterday.

Really? Lord Ashfordly said she'd been
rude to a guest.

She's out looking for another job.

I see.

Well,

they all look in fine fettle, my lord. I
invite them.

That's not bad.

What brings you out here? Well, I'm
after some information, sir.

I haven't taken you for a racing man.

Afraid I'm not, sir, no.

No, I'm making inquiries for solicitors
acting for Colin Taylor.

Well, that's all I'm going to say about
that to the police.

Well, with respect, my lord.

Respect, Blaketon, is precisely what is
missing.

Respect for my privacy and respect for
the High Sheriff and his wife.

I'm sorry, sir. So you should be.

We've obviously turned into what our
American cousins call an ambulance

I'm sorry.

No more, I'm busy.

Charles has had a visit from a private
investigator.

Hired by Taylor's solicitor.

A man called Blaketon, an old sweat
formerly with Ashfordly Station.

Supposing he comes here?

He's not the police, Sonia.

We don't have to talk to him.

Charles suggested I offer Taylor a small
extra share of payment to encourage him

to keep Blaketon off.

How small?

£300.

Well, any more might seem like an
admission of guilt.

And we wouldn't want that now, would we?

Supposing he doesn't accept?

Well, that's his choice.

And the investigator continues to ask
questions.

Let him.

You won't find out any more than the
police.

You might learn something from the
girl's father.

Like what?

He's likely to be quite hostile now his
daughter's lost her job.

Meaning? It was you who got her
dismissed, wasn't it?

What? I saw you eyeing her.

So did everybody else. Don't be
ridiculous.

When you left the room on some pretext
or other, there were humiliating winks

all around the table.

The next thing, the girl comes back into
the room all flattered and bothered,

and I thought, oh, vintage Andrew at his
best.

I gave you my word, Sonia.

You promised me.

And I've kept it.

I might have had too much to drink that
night, I accept that.

But that girl kicked me, and even in
these godforsaken times, that's a

offence.

Cheers. So, Susie, did you find another
job?

Yeah, it's only temporary, but at least
I don't have tots slobbering down my

neck. Well, that's what Andrew Parkin
did, is it?

He was drunk.

Horrible. So, uh, I kicked him.

Weren't her fault, but she got the
blame.

Toss only allow their horses to kick
them, Mr Cope.

He thought he could get away with
anything till now.

Will he go to jail?

Who? Parking. For running that man down.

No. But he was drunk.

Maybe so, but his wife claimed she was
driving the car.

Mrs Parking was driving the Bentley.

That's what she told the police.

And she's as bad as her husband.

I saw him driving that car out of
Ashfordly Hall with me own eye.

Hello?

Are you the proprietor?

Well, that depends.

Is it welded bliss you're looking for or
the wedded sort?

Oh, the latter, hopefully.

Well, that's my brother's business. He's
out.

Ah. But if you'd care to wait, I'm sure
he won't be long.

Yes.

Pretty little pea service.

Matches your overalls. Shall I be
mother?

Please.

He'd been ill for some time.

Even so, it was a shock.

Of course.

He died two years ago, and I'm sure he'd
want me to find some companionship.

After all, I think I've got a good few
years left in me yet.

I can see that.

Still, I am rather nervous about this
sort of thing.

How long has your brother been running
this service?

Quite recently from here.

Judging by the number of his clients,
he's been very active elsewhere.

Perhaps you'd look at my details.

Tell me if I've missed anything.

Nothing missing here.

Nothing at all.

Of course, you might try your luck in
the courts.

But then again, you might be in need of
the funds now, rather than wait for

years and run the risk of getting
nothing.

A bird in the hand, Mr Taylor.

Ah, Mr Taylor.

I'm Oscar Blaketon.

Mrs. Bradley's asked me to look into
your case.

Oh.

I'm not sure I'll be needing you, Mr.
Blaketon.

Mr. Parkin here wants to settle the
business.

Settle it? How?

With a payment of 300 pounds.

What have you said?

Nothing yet.

Well, take my advice and tell him where
to stop it.

Is Mrs. Bradley prepared to pay for
running his farm till he gets on his

The offer's a con trick.

Answer the question.

He's raped, Mr. Blaketon.

I need the money now, not sometime
never. If you accept this offer, you'll

sacrificing thousands of pounds in
compensation.

It's up to you, Mr Taylor.

Trust me.

I'll stick with Miss Illicitor.

I hope you won't be sorry.

I've never turned so much money down in
my life.

Now, just relax.

I've got a witness that saw him driving
the car, not his wife.

And if Parkin was driving, he was
insured.

And so were you.

Nice lady.

Yeah, very.

Do you think you'll be able to do
anything for her?

Already done, our kid.

She's meeting a fella tomorrow.

That's very sudden.

Yes, well, these old ones like to get
cracking, you know.

So who do you think's to rock with?

Him.

Ted Pollycott?

He's a terrible old doffer, isn't he?
I'm now drunk. Not according to his pen

portrait. Oh, pen portraits be blowed.

He flogs his farmhands if things don't
suit him. Yes, and he starves his dogs

just before he sets fire to his granny.
Why do I get the feeling you don't like

this fella?

You can't introduce her to him, Vernon.

Granted, he's taken more than his share
of ugly pills, but he has got land and

livestock.

Money isn't everything.

No, but I got the impression that it was
more than an incidental consideration.

Get her ready for the first thing
tomorrow morning. Ah, Lord Ashfordly.

I promise I'm only here to save you
embarrassment.

What do you mean?

Susie Cope.

She saw who was driving the Parkins
Bentley.

Sir? Well, if her evidence contradicts
your statement to the police, you could

be helping to pervert the course of
justice, sir.

If you had access to my statement, which
clearly you haven't, you'd find that I

voiced no opinion as to who was driving
the car.

Oh, why not?

Susie Cope saw you wave them off. Did
she now?

You knew that.

You also knew that Andrew Parkin had
molested her. Nonsense. I think she'd

become an embarrassment to you and to
the Parkins, and that's why you got rid

her. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you,
Blaketon, but Susie Cope was dismissed

for no such fanciful reason.

I sacked her because I discovered that
when she applied for the job here, she

gave me a completely bogus reference.

So you go ahead.

Stick her on the stand.

She's your embarrassment now.

I was only 16.

Dad decided I had to go away to have the
baby and come back as if nothing had

happened. That makes a gap of six months
to be explained in your job

application.

Yeah.

I knew a bit about the Hendersons from a
girl who had worked for them.

Just my luck, Slobberchop's parking was
a regular visitor there.

You persuaded him to turn down £300
without a word to me.

Well, I had to react quickly.

This isn't the police force, Oscar.
Solicitors don't do anything quickly.

And with good reason. It costs if we get
it wrong.

Well, we can still use Susie Coke's
evidence, can't we?

Are you serious?

After her confrontation with Andrew
Parkins, she would be considered a

witness. And besides which, a forged job
reference shows her to be a proven

liar.

Oh.

So, uh, what do I do now?

Now, you eat humble pie.

Mr. Blaketon, I'm terribly sorry my
husband's kept you waiting.

Thank you.

Ah, Mr. Parkin. Good of you to see me at
such short notice.

Andrew, should I stay?

Yes. I don't think it will take long.

Hopefully not, sir.

The fact is we reconsidered the merits
of your offer to Mr. Taylor.

Really? Yes, and in view of the state of
his finances, we've decided to

recommend it.

We're delighted, aren't we?

Is there any particular reason for your
change of mind?

Oh, not really, no, sir. Just the
realisation that you haven't a leg to

on. Well, I wouldn't go... Goodbye,
Blake.

Andrew.

I've changed my mind.

Andrew, that poor man has no money.

I made an offer in all good faith, and
thanks to this gentleman, it's been

thrown back in my face.

It isn't a good enough reason.

Goodbye, Mr Blake.

Sir? Yes, Francis?

Um, can I have a word about Phil
Bellamy?

What about him?

Well, um, I don't know whether you've
heard, but, uh, Gina Ward has turned

his proposal.

Oh, really?

Well, it means that the reason for his
leaving no longer applies.

You're saying he wants to come back?

Well, he hasn't said as much to me.

But this job he's got as a double
-glazing salesman, I think he's wasting

time.

Folks round here are only just used to
single glazing.

News?

Yes. Good or bad?

We've lost our witness, I'm afraid.

What do you mean, lost?

Her evidence seems too open to doubt. We
couldn't put her on the stand.

We'd best get back to parking then and
accept his offer.

I'll try that.

Lord Ashfordly must have told him our
witness had bitten the dust.

He's changed his mind.

I'm sorry, Mr Taylor.

How many, Oscar?

Six and two shots, please, Bernie.

Hey, what's all this about?

Vernon's new venture.

All right.

Well, in my state, I think I'll put my
name down.

You're working on a new line yourself.
Is it more like the old one?

Well, if it is, Bernie, I'm ring rusty.

Mind you, it didn't help taking on two
heavyweights, Lord Ashfordly and Andrew

Parkin. Never laid a glove on either.

Slippery, that Parkin. Ice sheriff or
not.

Can't argue with that, Bernie.

There's a hairdresser in Whitby.

Brings her car in here for repair.

Always tells me to send the bill to
Parkin's company.

Really? What for?

Payment.

Thank you.

Can this be love?

Hello. Oh, hello, Mr. Scripps. How are
you?

I'm fine, thanks.

Would you have a moment?

I'll just... The kind of love

There's no conceit

I'm not here by chance.

You're not?

I looked through Vernon's files to find
out when you'd be here.

Is this... This has to do with the
gentleman I'm going to visit.

Yes, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid Ted Polycott's no gentleman.

I see.

In fact, my brothers matched you up with
a right bad lot.

Surely not.

I couldn't stand by and watch you walk
innocently through those gates.

That's very sweet of you, Mr Scripps.

Bernard. Thanks, Bernard.

But you really shouldn't have worried.

You don't know him.

Ted... I got into the loudmouth, bad
-tempered alcoholic.

I'm quite well off, I hear.

Well. And I'm not.

Whatever money my husband left me is
gone.

I'm flat broke, Bernard.

I'm touched that you've come to my
rescue.

But I've come with my eyes open.

You see, Bernard, Mr.

Polycott may be a confirmed drunk.

But he'll pretty soon find out that I'm
an inveterate gambler.

I must go now.

Bye.

You've been lying, been untrue,

and now they call me little

boy blue.

I'm looking for David Stockwell.

Not here, pal.

Who are you?

Who wants to know?

The name's Bo.

Folk call me Big Bo.

Well, my name's Vernon, and folk call
only when invited.

What do you want him for?

He's been writing slush to my Wendy.

Wendy? My wife.

Ah, the fact is, he's gone away.

For good, I think.

Without the mutt. The what?

The dog, Clothiers.

Says the only thing that's missing from
this photo is my Wendy.

Oh.

Where is he?

Ouch. I don't know where.

I'll wait.

Look, I don't think he meant to cause
any trouble. He's just a... What do you

see for the photo? Just a simple country
lad.

No some big words for a simple country
lad.

Aye, what happened? He had a mate
helping him. Are you a mate?

Me? No, no, no, I'm just a lodger.

So how long have you and Wendy been wed,
then?

Eight years.

Eight? Doesn't time fly?

Eight years and three kids.

Fancy.

Eight years, three kids, a few ups and
downs, but this is a new law.

Yes, well, I'm sure David got hold of
some duff information.

Just a bit of a mistake, really.

Aye, and I'm here to make sure he don't
make any more.

What's that?

What? That noise upstairs.

I didn't hear anything.

He shouldn't be long.

I'm afraid you won't persuade him to
change his mind.

I've already tried.

Well, it's you I came to see, Mrs.
Parkin.

My husband said I shouldn't talk to
anybody if he isn't here.

Well, you'll be on your own when you're
in court, charged with driving without

insurance. I'm pleading guilty by
letter.

You'll still be under oath, Mrs. Parkin.

The girl at the serving table that
night, did you know that she saw who was

driving the Bentley?

I think you'd better go.

If you're ever discovered to be lying to
save your husband from prosecution, the

penalty will be severe.

I'm aware of that.

I'm talking prison, Mrs Parkin.

I know.

But I'm not lying, am I?

And who would believe a girl before a
lady like you?

David, I'm glad I caught you. You
weren't thinking of going home, were

Oh, yeah.

Don't. Why not? There's someone waiting
for you. Oh? Who? Big Bo.

Do I know him?

No, but he knows you. You sent a letter
and a photo of yourself to his missus.

I'll give you a cheque.

I prefer the truth, Mrs Parkin.

What the deuce are you doing here? I
told you not to let him in.

What are you doing?

I'm writing out a cheque to Mr Taylor.

Put it away.

How dare you extort money behind my
back?

He didn't. Shut up!

I want you out now.

Sorry, Mr Blake.

Yes, I might make the parking.

You don't deserve this.

Why would a woman like you risk her
reputation for a man who betrayed her so

publicly? What did you say?

I'm aware of my husband's indiscretions,
Mr Blake.

They're a thing of the past. Is that
what he tells you? Get out!

Or I'll call the police. Ask him if
other hairdressers sell on him, Whitby.

That'll do, Blaketon. Ask him why he
pays the ladies' rates bill.

All right.

I'm calling the police.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm going.

Grab something.

What are you going to do, tickle his u
-bend?

What was his name again?

Big Bo.

Bo? It's what he shouts when he creeps
up behind you.

Do you want to go first?

What do you think?

What was in those?

Elderflower wine.

Oh, it's my mam's.

Oh, wonderful.

Big, angry, and now crazed.

Hey, where are you going?

Upstairs. If I'm not back in five
minutes, send for reinforcements.

He's upstairs, out cold, sleeping it off
in your bed.

Good.

Good, but not that good.

How's that?

He's been sick in it.

Could

I

have a word?

Yes, please, do come in.

The statement I made to you about the
accident.

I lied, Constable.

I want to put the record straight.

Well, you'd better take a seat.

Yes, Bradley. Sonia Parkin changed her
statement to put her husband in the

driving seat.

which leaves him facing a charge of
making a false statement.

Good news for Taylor.

True. Not exactly the high sheriff's
finest hour.

No, Sarge.

There's someone here to see you, if
you've got a moment.

Come in, Bellamy.

Sarge.

Sit down.

Thanks.

How's civilian life treating you?

So -so.

Found the job?

A bit uphill, to be honest.

People here seem to think double
-glazing is paying twice for the same

I see.

I suppose you've heard about my personal
disappointment.

I have, I'm sorry.

I wondered if, by chance, you hadn't
processed my resignation.

Do you think I'm that inefficient?

No.

Of course not.

Good.

However, in this case, you happen to be
right.

I take it you'd like to change
something?

Yes, Sarge.

I'd like to change my mind.

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

Why doesn't love chip in my memory?