All language subtitles for heartbeat_s11e16_second_chances

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

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

I'm so not happy

Police, as you know, the aim of this
treasure hunt is to raise money for the

refurbishing of the children's
playground. That being so, why am I

for the entrance fees of the following
team leaders?

Mike Bradley, Phil Bellamy, and Tom
Nicholson.

Come on, Tom, cough up.

Gina, let Mr. Partney line up for us.
Don't worry, she'll pan up.

Doris Pilbrow's late for everything.

Doris Pilbrow?

What sort of name is that?

How did the operation go, by the way?
Oh, yeah, it's taken years.

All right, that table over there, just
be quiet, will you?

Now, there are lists being handed round
by my very attractive assistant.

A list of 24 questions. These are to be
fathomed.

Driven to, walked to, titled to.

It's up to you.

And next... Saturday, we come back here
at 7pm when the papers will be marked

and the winner will be announced. Now,
is all that clear?

Right, good.

Drink up.

You know, you're a much burlier this
year.

I'm surprised that they're at all with
Dr. Beecham on rampant.

Aye.

Aye, you're them.

I'm confused, Elf, of Aidensfield.

There's not so much in walking out as in
the writing to explain.

Well, I can only say what I do every
year. That he might be dead, yes, I

But he isn't. Well, I know there isn't.
He isn't because I've seen him.

You've seen your husband.

You've seen Alan.

Don't look at me like that.

Look, I... I came in from walking the
dog last night and there he was.

He's looking just like he did the day he
left.

What did he say? I didn't get a chance.
I hit him with a flat iron.

It was right across the shoulder.

What he skedaddled and then I heard this
motor scooter zoom off like a wasp in a

bottle.

Was there anything missing?

No. There was a box of photographs
upended on the bedroom floor, but that's

about it.

What a slave -missing, do you have?

No more than the rest of us.

It is a puzzler, though.

In Herondale, between the bike and the
babysitter, you find Billy

Blue.

What is he?

Hold on.

Mr Vernon!

There's somebody in the barn!

I don't think I've had the pleasure.

Oh,

French.

Bonjour.

Un peu.

But I can't bring to mind the French for
what are you doing in my barn?

My scooter, it broke down. I pushed it
here.

No one at home. I took the liberty.

But I'm happy to pay.

Oh, well, we charge five bob a night for
campers and an extra half crown for

breakfast.

David's just about to make some.

A feet -on -the -ground sort of woman,
Helen Jones.

Or so I thought.

Well, they can be funny people,
abandoned women.

The husband just disappeared, you see.

23 years ago, he went off with a large
amount of his company's money.

£11 ,000, to be precise.

Headquarters records can't find the case
file, but they're never ones for

looking very hard.

And you and her meet once a year. To
what?

Mourn?

Celebrate? Well, to try and make sense
of it.

We never do, of course.

But it keeps her going.

Right. Let's look into it.

And if you do come across the husband,
looking young as ever,

nab his recipe.

Do you know I was once off at a farm in
France?

The bloke said, if I turned the stables
into holiday homes, I'd make a fortune.

I said to him, I said, who wants to live
here? All those mosquitoes.

Where was it?

The Dordogne Valley.

Where's your neck of the woods, then?

Burgundy.

Oh, yes.

A pop of wine comes from there.

Now, that I could get used to.

Sitting on the patio at night, a bottle
of wine on the go.

Acres of it growing right in front of my
eyes.

You could have all that here.

Well, we do open the odd bottle of vino
on a summer evening.

Sometimes more than one.

No, what I mean is the grapes. You could
grow them here in one of the fields in

the back.

Already you have two excellent vineyards
in Yorkshire.

How much could we charge per bottle?

Top price.

And my father, he has his own vineyard.
It's just a small one. He could supply

vines, a wine press, that sort of thing.

All at a knock -down price, is that what
you say?

Certainly what I say.

Knock -down price.

Now, will it take years to establish a
vineyard?

Oh, so, while you wait for your grapes
to grow, we'll bring our wine over for

you to sell.

We'll make a profit.

You'll make a new business partner.

How do you think this chap got in?

Alan, you mean?

Oh, back door, front door. Why never
look either?

Well, you should.

Times are changing.

And it can't have been Alan.

Why not?

Because people grow older.

You and me have.

Oh,

I've missed my Kate this week.

Mrs Ventress has gone to visit her
mother.

Oh, which reminds me.

You know this treasure hunt? Oh, I read
about it in paper.

Well, how do you fancy partnering me?

I'd love to.

Yeah.

Bernard! I want you to meet my new
business associate, Anton Burrell.

We're here to offer you the chance to
invest in Scripps Vineyards.

Scripps what?

Vineyards, Bernard.

Anton reckons our soil and position are
just right for growing... Pinot Noir,

monsieur. A red grape especially suited
for northern climes. For white, I

suggest Madeleine Angevin.

Angevin. You know, you remind me of
someone. An expert on any subject that's

studied for at least two minutes.

Bernard, Anton's father owns vineyards
the length and breadth of France.

For once, I've teamed up with someone
who knows what he's talking about.

There'll be no investment from me,
Vernon.

And don't go using my good name at the
bank. Use your own bad one.

Actually, you do remind me of someone.

I shall put this, Mr. Scripps. Back in
the truck.

Bernard? We have a visitor from foreign
climes.

Least he could do is fix his scooter.

Forgive my brother, Anton.

He once had a...

Bad experience with a dodgy scallop in
Boulogne.

It's colored his judgment.

Merci bien, monsieur.

Come on.

You know, there is something else you
can do for me, Vanon.

Oh, really? I need to find someone.

Someone who lives locally.

Oh, no problem.

Mrs Jones?

Yes? Vernon Scripps, Scripps Vineyards.

May I ask a favour concerning your
delightful property?

Come in. Oh, thank you.

So, you see, we're looking for somewhere
to photograph our brochure. And this

house being so quintessentially English
would be perfect.

Do you think we might use it? For a
consideration, of course.

Grip's Vineyard, do you think?

Yes. Yes, we'd have the average English
family sitting round the fire on a

winter's evening, a bottle of our Pinot
Noir, breathing quietly.

A warm, mellow scene.

Have you been here long?

Oh, a couple of years.

Oh, a recent move, then.

Where were you before?

Eltron. I know it well. Whereabouts?

Do you know Hindle Street?

I do indeed.

Mrs Jones, there's my card. Give me a
ring tomorrow when you've made a

I'll see myself out.

I thought you had a date.

It's never showed up again.

I've given up on it.

Hello. Can I help you?

Yes. I'm looking for Tom Nicholson and
Doris Pilgrim.

Ventress?

Helen Jones has been on.

Seems Vernon Scripps called on her last
night upon a thumb yarn, which makes him

the second person poking around her
house for no reason.

Have a word, will you? Right, Jack.

And find out who handled the original
case.

Alan Jones and his 11 ,000 pounds. Oh,
that was D .I. Keaton. He's retired now,

but he lives in Slaybeck Village.

Harry Keaton?

I was three years at Scarborough with
Harry.

We're among friends, love.

Playing hide -and -seek with me And
everybody else can see Just when

I want you near You run away And leave
me lovelessly

Sorry, Tom, I keep leaving you behind.

It's all right.

I'm just taking it easy.

And if you want to keep in touch, well,
then I've got to hear your voice call

out. You're not the closest, but you're
getting warmer.

I didn't know policemen had days off.

She made it a regular thing, keep us
both fit. Ah, smashing.

Meantime...

On Tuesday, in Skilbrick Village Hall,
something's in the air.

What?

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

That's the point.

We're supposed to work it out.

Well, it doesn't make sense.

And even if it did, it isn't Tuesday.

It's fancy coffee, Dotty.

There's a place over the next hill.

Come on, then. Race you there.

Hello?

It's Dennis Merton.

Dennis Merton?

Where are you phoning from?

Asfordly. I'm station sergeant here.

Hi. I heard you had a bit of trouble.

Look, how can I help you?

It's one of your old cases.

File's gone missing. I was hoping you
could shed some light.

Alan Jones?

He's not turned up, has he?

Well, that's the big question.

His wife said he broke into her house a
few days ago.

Look, I've got to come in to Whitby this
morning.

I'll pop in on the way.

Has it beaten you, Bernie?

Don't know what they brought it in for
now. Wrong with it. Out of petrol,

all. Who does it belong to?

New business associate of Vernon's.
Speaks with a French accent.

That's because he's French, Bernard.

Well, gentlemen, you'll be able to tell
your grandchildren that you were in on

the birth of Scripps Vineyards.

Scripps Vineyards?

And by the way, Bernard, the bank will
give me a loan as long as I can drum up

20 expressions of interest.

So much for my bad name.

Well, before you jet off to your tax
haven, we have a couple of questions we

want to ask.

Last night, you visited Helen Jones.

Your business isn't up and running and
you're already planning a brochure. I'm

fast mover.

Your purpose for seeing her last night
was to find out where she lived before.

Why? I was making polite conversation.

You know, you should try it yourself
sometimes.

You were there under false pretenses,
Vernon.

You said you knew Hindle Street. Well,
there isn't one in Eltrink.

And who is this new business partner,
anyway?

To make the terrace, David, you start at
the top.

You cut out the step and place what you
take out on the step above, as topsoil.

Well, so there's no quick way of doing
this, Mr Anton?

No, it must be done properly, by hand.

Anton Burrell!

English not good.

You mean you don't recognise your own
name?

Uncle.

Harry!

You look fit as ever. Retirement must
suit you.

Well, me wife wouldn't agree with you.
She says I'm under her feet all day.

Mike Bradley, ex -DI Harry Keaton.

I do.

Take a seat, Harry.

Alan Jones.

Who does it in the picture?

Alan Jones embezzled nine and eleven
grand from his employer, Kilbys of

Scarborough, insurance brokers.

Was he charged?

No.

Come August 19th, 1946, we were all
there ready to nick him when he got to

office, but he never showed up. Someone
tipped him off? Almost certainly.

Good -looking man like that.

Probably one of the girls in the office.

But this bloke, his wife saw him, and it
can't be him, surely?

Well, no, for a startling early 20th.

He's on the rail.

We reckon him for the break -in. Oh,
he's having none of it.

He says he doesn't speak much English.

The shirt.

Undo it, please.

Pardon? You heard. Undo it.

Yeah, and I'm the tooth fairy.

Helen Jones hit you with a flat iron.
Who?

What do you think, Harry?

See any resemblance to Alan?

Well, I can see in a bad light he might
be mistaken for him, but... Bit of a

long shot, though.

What's your game, then, laddie?

I have nothing more to say.

You haven't got a suit, have you, David?

No. If I need one, I'll borrow one of Mr
Scripps' pallbearer ones.

Give the moths a day out, eh?

No, they sleep during the day, do moths.

Oh, never mind. Look.

This one's from the WI jumble sale.

Oh, thanks, Mr Bernard. Now, I expect
you to wear it while we're out in the

county drumming up sales for Scripps
Vineyards.

Oh, but what about all the terracing?
Oh, never mind about that. I want you to

run a bowl of warm water.

Mr, the local off -licence, these are
going to be the gateway to our success.

A sip of this, they'll be ordering bath
balls of it.

So, are these the same wines that we'll
be making, then?

Very similar.

So we'll use these as samples.

We'll just take the labels off so we
don't confuse anybody.

Right. Wait there, please.

See to the paperwork, will you,
Ventress? There you are.

I've just remembered who he reminds me
of.

Hayden's field darts team.

I had a friend who were in it. He'd lent
me this, so be careful with it.

Who's holding the trophy?

Alan Jones.

The spitting image of his son.

Oscar, Gina, good afternoon.

You know the rules. You don't bring your
own booze in here.

Gina, this is not booze.

This is a golden opportunity.

Scripps Vineyards would like to offer
you a share of next year's fermentation.

Try the Madeleine Angevine from our
sister vineyard in northern France.

Eh? Not bad, that.

Go on, then. Let's have a try.

I think the Pinot Noir for Mr. Blaketon,
David.

It's got a real kick to it, there's
this, Mr. Blaketon.

Go on, Dick.

Oh, that's not bad.

What's the catch?

I shall take that as a merry little
quip, inspired by the witty little wine

you've just tasted.

Can I put you down for three dozen
bottles of each?

and I'll guarantee to undercut the price
by a third.

Can I have that in writing?

Right, Anton, let's stop messing around.

This photo of Alan Jones is a dead
ringer for you, so all things

reckon you're his son.

We think that Alan sent you over to find
out whether Helen was alive and living

in Eltree. And since you'd never met and
you had no photos of her, you broke in

looking for one. A snap with your dad,
say, to make sure you'd got the right

Helen Jones.

Why a pair of a sudden interest?

Was it the money that he'd embezzled?
No.

Well, then what?

Two years ago, after my mother died, he
starts to look back at the mistakes he

made.

And now he wonders, is it all too late,
like people say? So he asked me to find

out the things you say.

And more important, if there's a man in
Helen's life.

Who speaks French around here?

Phil.

Bellamy?

Judging by his reports, the man can
barely speak English.

Well, to the best of my knowledge,
Vernon's script does.

Are you sure?

Hello, David.

Vernon.

Oh!

Pawn to King's Bishop Four.

Oh, very droll, Sergeant. We've not had
that one.

We've had the men from the Prue.

Coco the Clown, the Ashfordly Mafia.

Can we help you?

Well, we'd like you to translate a
telegram to Anton's father.

Helen alive, well and unattached. Stop.
Suggest immediate visit. Anton.

Erm... Helen, er... Aye, I thought as
much. No, Sergeant.

You asked me for help.

And I was found wanting.

Allow me to put that right.

Splendid. And Sergeant Merton asked if
you could add the following, just to

it authentic.

Bring old wine press.

Stop. Have buyer.

Stop. Anton.

Trouble of your life.

What a trouble it is.

Time told me

not to walk more.

Alan Jones.

PC Ventress, PC Nicholson, Ashfordly
Police.

My sergeant would like to have a word
with you. Oh.

You don't waste much time, do you?

Come on, then.

Get some of me luggage, will you?

This way.

And almost here.

Comment est -ce qu 'il t 'entend?

Bien, papa. English, if you don't mind.

When your son's bail has been arranged,
he can leave, Mr. Jones. We'll hang on

to his passport pending further
inquiries.

And what about me?

We've one or two outstanding matters to
discuss.

This way, please.

Bradley, let XDI Keaton know we have
Alan Jones in custody.

Right, Mr. Jones.

Why the renewed interest in a wife
you've not seen for 23 years?

Regrets. What else?

Believing her was a big mistake.

Sure, I was happy enough with Anton's
mother, but there was very little

in our lives.

This is kind of talk too French for you,
Sergeant.

So back you've come for a second crack
at it?

To see if such a thing is possible.

What do you make of our friend here, PC
Ventress?

I reckon he still needs to explain the
£11 ,000 that went missing.

Charge me if you like.

It's the price I'm willing to pay.

But I'm back here to see Helen before
we're both too old to care anymore.

What happens if she doesn't want to see
you?

Good question, eh?

We have a cell you can mull it over in.

Dennis Merton about?

He's finished for the day, sir. Can I
help?

I'm XDI Keaton.

He ran to ask you if you could use my
old notebooks.

I thought I'd kept them, but the wife
wants to slung them out.

Tell him I'm sorry, will you?

I will, sir.

You're holding Jones here, I take it?

I was just about to take him a cup of
tea.

You don't think I could have a word to
you?

It'd be like closing a book to me.

I can't see anyhow.

Come on through, sir.

Old friend to see you, Mr Jones.

Oh, crikey, I'm sorry.

No problem, sir.

I'm up in the corridor.

OK.

What have you told them?

Nothing. Keep it that way.

I've still got the case files, and there
are things in there I can do to you.

Oh, come on, let me... No, sir, it's all
right.

This pub's clue number five, by the way.

The irritable bunch on the road to
Lofton.

The cross keys.

Alf, you're a marvel.

Cheers. Cheers.

You've no idea what happened with the
money, have you?

No.

No, dear Harry, he didn't say too much
about that.

Tried to spare my feelings, I imagine.

Dear Harry, Harry Keaton, you were
friends.

We'd have been more than just friends if
Harry had had his way, but... Not my

cup of tea.

All right, then.

All right.

He did question you.

Yes? He did search your house.

Yes, thoroughly, but I don't think he...

Oh, no, we're not.

You're working overtime trying to find
out if I got a share of that money.

How long have we known each other?

Where are you going?

Home. By taxi.

Oh, and thanks for the drink.

Let's call it a day, shall we?

Where do they come from?

Should we see if anyone's in?

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Anyone home?

Hello?

Phone. Hello, can you hear me?

Don't worry, we're here now.
Everything's going to be fine.

Doesn't look like there's a phone and no
sign of a car either.

Oh, it's nasty.

It's probably broken. She must be in
there.

Give me a hand.

It's all right. It's okay. We're just
going to move you over.

It's all right.

Nice and gently. There you go.

There you go. Take it easy. Take it
easy.

No. It's all right. It's all right.

My bag.

Thank you.

Oh,

thank you. Get some water while you're
in there. Find something to make a

No tea towel. Keep anything to tie it.

Hey, you fainted, but you're safe.
You're at home.

You've had a fall, I think. Bunged your
head into the bargain.

Man's voice.

I'm sure I heard a man's voice.

You did. He's gone to get a glass of
water.

Now, I want you to take two of these and
try to keep your leg very still. I'm

going to immobilise it.

Look, I've got you a glass of water. I'm
going to give you some painkillers.

Just get up for a second.

There you go.

There you go.

That's it. Good girl.

Put your back down.

You're all right. You're in safe hands.
Oh, no.

Oh, that's OK.

Oh, dear.

You poor man.

Your husband.

Oh, no, he's not my husband.

I'd better get a sheet or something.

They're on the landing.

I'm Trisha Somerby, a doctor.

Mike Bradley's a police officer. We're
both from Aidensfield.

Rebecca Tattershall.

When did you do this, Rebecca?

The day before yesterday.

Fell off a ladder in the barn.

Is it broken?

Almost certainly.

And you had no choice but to stay here,
I suppose, till someone showed up.

Aye.

Monday the feed man delivers.

That's three days away.

Look, I know this might sound like a
tough question, but where exactly are

Owletmore.

Owletmore? We're on a treasure hunt. We
got lost.

I'm glad you did.

Look, is there anything else I can do?

When was the last time you ate, Rebecca?

Just before I fell, I think.

Find the nearest phone box, call an
ambulance.

Well, I hope their map reading skills
are better than yours.

I can tell he's not your husband.

Yet.

Does what you tell him.

Hey, look who's here.

Oh, since you're on your feet, John. I
don't have any feet anymore. She's worn

them off me.

Same again all round, is it?

So how's it going, men?

Well, number ten's just silly.

Who in Hexham was beloved of Archibald
in 1692?

Well, lots of people, I should think.

You'll want to find a headstone, Dottie,
and it'll say, Archibald, beloved of so

-and -so. You want the so -and -so.

No, I want the answer to the question.

You won't forget now.

Speak to my brother in the morning.
He'll come up and look after the stock.

Don't worry, we'll sort it out.

You two keep inside and get dry.

You were great.

Both of you were great.

Sorry. No, no.

You had a job to do.

Look, I've been thinking.

Oh, the treasure hunt and I agree. Let's
cut our losses.

No, about us.

And Alf Ventress.

Alf?

What's he got to do with anything?

Well, you know, married to the same
woman all those years.

And I keep thinking.

Well, you know.

Does he really love her?

Yeah.

And?

And the answer is...

Let me get this straight.

You opened the cell door.

Keaton was holding a cup of tea.

Yes, Sarge.

Then he dropped it, so I went to fetch
him up.

Leaving him and Jones together?

Five seconds at the most.

Stay out of my way for the rest of this
shift, Nicholson.

Harry Keoghan came here last night.

Told Nicholson he'd binned his old
pocketbooks.

Do you believe that?

I don't believe it of any copper.

Nor do I believe he couldn't see a
likeness between Anton and his father.

This man got me out of scrapes time and
time again.

Taught me most of what I know.

Alan Jones was tipped off, Sergeant. The
only people who knew about this were

policemen.

And you reckon that points the finger at
Keaton?

Trouble with this duty room, Bradley, is
everyone's got an opinion.

Hey, hey, everybody drink on me.

Everybody!

Everybody drink, everybody drink,
everybody drink on me.

This one's made from grapes grown on the
south face of limestone, among flower

meadows, which gives it its bouquet.

Mmm.

Cornflower's buttercup.

Wild orchids, they're all in there.

Well, yes, I think I can taste them.

Would you mind if I asked Mr Swarbrick
to join us? He's just finishing lunch, I

believe. Oh, certainly.

The more the merrier.

Who is he, exactly?

He's chairman of the local vintner's
association.

Knows a good wine when he sees one.

But, expert, we've got a choice, lad.

We either go or we stay and... Top it
out.

Hello?

Harry. Dennis Martin.

Age is getting the better of me.

Who's that fellow we nicked up on the
quayside at Scarborough July 49 or

thereabouts?

Oh, now you're asking.

He let in, you send me in after him, eh?

I've no idea, Dennis.

But I tell you what, I'll look it up and
I'll let you know.

Thanks, Harry.

Great day, eh?

Well, they were here.

Dennis! Nice to see you.

Come here. I'll get the water and make
us a cup of tea. Not for us, Harry.

We're not staying long.

By the way, Dennis, the name of that
fellow in Scarborough?

Henry George Clark.

I knew it before I asked you.

Am I missing something?

You told PC Nicholson your wife had
flung out your old pocketbooks.

You were lying.

How else would you have found Henry
Clark's name?

Go on.

You didn't want us poking around in the
Jones case.

You were afraid that among your notes
there'd be a giveaway.

That you were the one who tipped him
off.

And why would I do such a thing?

The oldest reason in the book. You were
sweet on his wife. So you forewarned him

so he'd make a run for it.

And then, of course, there's the money.

It's still unrecovered.

Dennis, this was all a long time ago.
Don't ask me to sweep this under the

carpet, Harry.

I've already made one almighty gaff as a
copper. I'm not about to make another.

I think it's about time you left.

We're not leaving without your
pocketbooks, Mr. Kirtan.

And the case file, if you're the one
that took it.

And what if I say no?

Do you really want them to hear the full
story?

How you would have ditched her for
another man's wife?

Al! Al!

I've got it.

You're the irritable bunch on the road
to Lockton. Oh, yes? What is it, then?

What, you think I'm stupid? I'm not
telling you.

So, uh, what do you think it is, then?

I'm not daft enough to fall for that
one.

I'll be if the police want to interrupt
a treasure hunt, but we start this

afternoon. Witnesses.

I want them all re -interviewed.

Right, Sergeant.

Stones. Turn them over, and there they
are.

They being what, Ventress?

Secrets, Sarge.

We've all got them, I suppose.

Would that be a reference to my almighty
gaff?

There's a place down the road that sells
coffee.

Pull into it.

A year ago, I arrested a man everyone
else had given up on.

Come the interview, he asked for a dozen
other offenses to be taken into

consideration.

A certain chief inspector, who told me
to drop the case, decided to take the

credit for my hard work.

The argument that followed became
colorful.

I can't say I remember doing it, but I
remember having done it a split second

later.

I punched him.

Too hard, he dropped like a stone.

And your career with it?

Aye, but luckily there was a senior
officer who could see my point of view,

instead of being cashiered, I was sent
back to uniform with a second chance.

What shall we tell the others?

Truth.

I lost my temper.

I'm giving to it.

Now and then.

Anton, it doesn't look... Well, it
doesn't actually look wholesome.

It is the rock on which every vineyard
is built, Venom. And to you, only 15

pounds. So how does it work, Monsieur
Anton?

First, you crush the grate.

Here.

Then, you put the grate in the bottom.

Here.

Then, you screw the top down.

Till it crushes the grape.

Here.

Then.

Voila.

The juice collects here.

The wood won't float to the top, do
they?

The French make their wine this way for
centuries. Do we rule the world in this

or no?

Of course you do.

Fifteen pounds.

Less you're bored in lodging, let's call
it around thirteen, eh?

Five witnesses, and you're telling me
they're all useless?

Especially two of them.

They're both dead.

And what about this Glyn Williams, the
accounts manager? 82, and deaf as a

The next one's gone to Australia, and
the last one's in hospital.

When's she coming out?

They don't think she is.

Well, we know all the witnesses at Duff,
but Alan Jones doesn't.

Well?

From where I'm sitting, you've got two
problems, Alan.

One, you're anxious to make your peace
with Helen.

Two, we've got a list of the witnesses
from the original files that we found at

Harry Kirtan's house.

Tell me, how did it work between you
two? Did you split the 11 ,000?

Oh, finally caught up, I see.

Split it?

No.

Harry took the lot.

And that was that?

Oh, make no mistake, constable, it
rankled.

I found out Harry paid cash for that
house.

Said a relative had died.

Wasn't true.

I can see a way out of your problems.

Both of them.

There's no way that Helen will want to
see you when you're wanted by the

But if you were to make a statement of
the right sort, things might be

different.

A confession?

So you can make a case against Kit?

What time has passed?

You admit to the crime. You didn't gain
by it.

So a judge might look very favourably on
it all.

Why did you leave, Helen?

Kirtland threatened to implicate her if
I stayed.

You weren't aware of the truth of it?

That he wanted her for himself?

Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've
all been waiting for.

The judges have marked the papers, and
I'm told we have an outright winner.

And the winner is... Limey. Alf Ventris.

Are you sure about this?

Hang on. Alf Ventris and partner.

Every hour, Alf, here are your prizes,

courtesy of Hamilton's Hardware. Two
very elegant Swiss Army knives.

So let's hear it for Mr. Hamilton.

Hey. Hamilton Hardware. There we are.
Well done, Al.

Who was his partner?

I've no idea.

Well done, Al.

Mike and Tricia Somerby.

Have you seen?

What, holding hands under the table,
yeah.

Well, how long's it been going on?

Oh, ever since yesterday.

Well, at Tom and Doris Bilbrow, they're
going the same way.

I very much doubt it, Alf.

Have you got over it?

Oh, come in.

I hope we won the treasure hunt. Yes.

I brought you a prize.

Oh.

Just what I always wanted.

Well, I've only had mine two days, and
already I wouldn't be without it.

In all the years I've known you, Helen,
I've always wanted to ask you one big

question.

Sounds interesting.

What would you do if Alan was to turn up
here?

I suppose.

After the shock of it.

We carry on where we left off?

A sign of a good friendship, my wife
says.

I've got something else for you.

I left it in the car.

Pour me a cup, will you?

You've got 15 minutes.

Still don't lock your door, then?

Deep down, I must be waiting for someone
to walk through it.

Sorry.

I got held up at the office.

They'd given me 15 minutes.

Do you want me to do it, Sergeant?

No.

Thanks for the offer.

Harold James Keaton, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of theft.

You're not obliged to say anything, but
anything you do say will be taken down

and may be used in evidence against you.

Ladies and gentlemen, when I first
dreamed the dream of Scripps Vineyards,

did so with a vaguely cynical mood.

But once the project got momentum, then
my view of it changed, and I now see

names like Bordeaux, Loire.

mentioned in the same breath as North
Yorkshire. Vernon, we've got a darts

on at 8 o 'clock.

Oh, yes.

Perhaps we should try the wine, ladies
and gentlemen, on offer.

The first is the Pinot Noir.

As you can see, it's a full -bodied wine
and from a grape grown in our sister

vineyard in northwest France.

Well, this isn't a Pinot Noir.

I'm sorry.

It's a mixture of Merlot and Cabernet
Franc grapes.

Quite a fine example of Saint -Emilion.

And Chateau Colombais, if I'm not
mistaken.

There's this.

There's no more a Madeleine Angevine
than I am.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

No, we missed each other.

Henry Swarbrick, chairman of the North
Riding Vintners.

Well, perhaps we could talk about this
at a more convenient time.

No, hang on a sec.

We'd like to hear about it, seeing as
we've placed an order for Christmas.

What exactly have we bought then, Mrs
Warbrick?

Well, I've tasted two wines from the
proposed Scripps vineyard, and I have to

tell you that neither would grow in
England.

Certainly not in the North Riding.

Well, I think it's a case of in vino
veritas.

Is that a case of one of our wines, Mr
Vernon?