All language subtitles for heartbeat_s13e21_strangers_on_a_train

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

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

The trouble is that Mr. Murder...

We'd put up an additional barn here and
renovate two of these others.

Well, it's all very impressive, Moulton.
It'll cost a pretty penny, though.

Hmm, but it'll improve the efficiency of
the farm enormously.

I've actually prepared some figures, an
estimate of the increased revenues we

might expect.

Well, you're very thorough, as ever.

You know, I've got a chap coming up from
London, from Featherstone's, the

auction house.

This place is stuffed to the gunnels
with family heirlooms, most of which are

neither used nor ornament.

I thought it was high time I had a jolly
good clear -out. The letter from Mrs

Kellett to dust.

And it might also release some extra
capital to plough back into the estate.

You think we might actually go ahead
with this, then? Well, if I can get a

decent price for the old family jumble,
I will certainly give it serious

consideration.

Hello?

Mrs Merrick, can you help me?

David, what's happened?

He fell off the train.

He rolled right down the embankment.

Liz!

Put him on the couch.

He fell off the train.

I'm Dr Merrick.

Can you hear me?

What's your name?

That's very kind.

Now, what about this allotment?

Shouldn't you be getting on with it?

Well, the ground's still a bit silly.

I don't know what she thinks.

Where's Crane?

Oh, I don't know, Sarge.

Ventress, you can't seem to be able to
keep away.

Oh, I just popped in for a quick cuppa.

I suppose, from your point of view, we
could easily be confused with a calf.

There's been some kind of incident on
the railway. Sounds serious. Contact

and tell him to meet me in Aidensfield.

Right, Sarge. What do you want me to do?
Do you want me to stay here?

Well, you'll have to.

Unless... Alf, you wouldn't fancy making
yourself another cuppa and minding the

shop for a bit, would you?

It's an emergency.

Well, I should really be... Good man.

Right, get your coat on.

I'm going to give your love to me.

I'm going to love you night and day.

Let me give you a hand, Mr. Taylor.
Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Mr.

Taylor. Lord Astley, I spoke on the
phone.

No, no, no, I'm Ben Norton, Lord
Ashton's estate manager. Ah, of course.

lordship must be an older man.

Silly of me. Follow me.

Good journey.

Closed mainly.

Read a little.

Well, thank you. And I'm... Oh, script
tactic.

Now, where the devil is he?

Keep calm, Marigold.

David, is that you?

They've had Miss Plum on the phone.

She's stuck in the station.

Oi! Go on, get out of it. Get out of
here. Go on, shoot.

Shoot.

Go on.

Hi. Liz is with him, away for an
ambulance.

Can you tell us what happened?

He's fairly groggy.

David found him.

The train, David. Was it heading towards
Aidensfield?

Yeah.

Come in.

Lord Ashton.

Mr Taylor, thank you for taking the
trouble to come all this way. It's not

a notable collector such as your
lordship decides to dispose of a

part of his collection.

Now you're buttering me up, Taylor. We
both know most of it's just filling my

lumber room.

No wallet, no top coat, covered in
brambles from the embankment, so it

like he did come off the train.

Anything else you can tell me?

He has a nasty head injury, too.

From the fall?

I don't think so.

Do you think he was hit?

Yes, and more than once.

I got your message, Sarge. There's been
a serious assault on the train.

How long would it take you to get to the
level crossing at Barrow Lane?

Well, I don't know. Across country,
about ten minutes. I feel lucky you've

about five.

I'll alert the railway police, but I
want that train stopped.

Right, Sarge.

I have been standing here for more than
half an hour.

If anyone ought to be arrested, it's
that awful script man for masquerading

taxi proprietor.

Yeah, I understand how you feel, but...
Do you have sciatica?

No. Then you most certainly don't
understand how I feel, Constable.

We think a man was attacked on the
train. I just need to know if he saw

anything. If I'd seen anyone attacked, I
would have reported it immediately,

wouldn't I?

The train gone through.

This mistake comes to me.

I've been hunting high and low for you.
What are you playing at?

Sergeant Burton said that I did the
right thing.

I doubt if Miss Plum would agree.

Oh, no, I forgot about her.

Forgot? Get down the station now, and if
she chews your hair off, don't blame

me.

Go on!

Shoo! Shoo!

Shoo!

It's a bit mucky, I'm afraid.

I hope you don't mind.

I'm used to it.

It's going to take you days to go
through this lot.

I suggest that perhaps to save us both
time and trouble, I compile a

inventory to give you an idea of the
things... which might be of interest to

I realise you won't want all of this,
and it's just rubbish.

Right, I'll leave you to it then, shall
I?

If you need anything, give my
housekeeper Mrs Kelly to shout. Indeed I

All right, this has been an incident on
the train.

I apologize for the delay, everyone, but
there has been an incident on the

train.

Oi!

You're Nick.

Scum of the earth.

PC Crane reckons you were really scared.
He says he saw tears in your eyes.

Yeah, in his dreams.

Where were you going on the train?

To see my girlfriend.

Not that that's any of your business.

So you were on your way to visit your
girlfriend.

The train got stopped.

You saw a police officer.

And though you were entirely innocent of
any crime, you panicked and fled.

I didn't panic.

I just got off the train to see what was
going on.

Before I knew it, your gorilla
flattened.

Yeah.

Such.

Thomas Edward Grant.

I agree that's you, yes?

Yeah. So?

So, sentenced to nine months' brothel
six months ago.

When did you have gone to tell me?

Yesterday morning.

I thought you was after me. That's why I
ran.

We have a suspect.

When do you think he'll be up to
identifying anyone?

Maybe tomorrow.

He's still very confused.

Do we have a name for him yet?

No. No form of identification at all.

All right. We'll leave it till tomorrow,
then.

And I'd better be getting home, or Jenny
will be giving me grief again.

Constraints of married life, eh?

In the end, I was there all afternoon.

Yeah, well, your retirement certainly
left them short -staffed, and no

Oh, er, did the hiker tell you anything
then?

No. Man gets attacked, chucked off a
train, and nobody sees anything, nobody

hears anything.

How many people daft, or what?

I thought you'd arrested some lad
anyway.

We have.

I've tracked down most of the
passengers, just some bloke left up at

I'll make you a sandwich, if you like.

That'd be great.

Here, are you on duty?

I've got a job for you.

I'm just knocking off, Vernon.

There's a donkey wandering round the
village.

It's a traffic hazard.

You are joking, aren't you, Vernon?

No, I am not.

It keeps following me.

Oh, that's meant to be lucky, that is,
being followed by a donkey.

That's what the gypsies reckon.

What? Yeah, we're certainly lucky for
old Fred Hooper. He used to run the

sanctuary. Um, usual.

Yeah, go on, I will.

I don't remember what happened after he
died.

You know, I'm surprised at you, Vernon.

A man with your business acumen.

Not hitting on this one before.

What are you all about, Oscar?

Well, Fred Hooper, he made a fortune,
didn't he? Oh, he had a lovely car and a

big house.

From a donkey sanctuary.

Well, people are generous and they love
donkeys. I mean, he collected charitable

donations far and wide.

All for the donkey sanctuary.

All you need's a field, or maybe a shed.

I mean, donkeys practically feed
themselves.

Oh, you two must think I'm going soft.

Morning.

I'm Sergeant Burton.

The doctor said you wanted to speak to
me.

How are you feeling?

Okay. I was hoping you might be able to
tell us what happened to you.

I wish I knew.

You don't remember?

I... I remember being in the ambulance
with Dr Merrick.

What about the train?

Do you remember the train?

No.

We think you fell off the train and
rolled down the embankment.

Is that how I hurt my head?

Do you remember being attacked at all?

No.

Well, you should get some rest.

Thank you.

No name from you either.

He has no idea who he is and no
recollection of anything before the

ride.

It's a temporary thing, though, yeah?

Retrograde amnesia is quite common after
a head injury.

As he recovers, things may come back to
him.

How long will it be, though?

Difficult to say.

He's not about to ID my suspect within
the next 24 hours, then?

I doubt it.

Rhys, you must have been here most of
the night. I like to get on with the

This is PC Bellamy.

You remember I was telling you yesterday
about that business on the railway?

Oh. Yes, I'd forgotten about that. Some
kind of incident on the train I was on.

Yeah, we think a man was attacked.

Good Lord.

How awful.

Was he badly hurt?

Well, he's in hospital.

The thing is, we wondered if you heard
anything or saw anything.

Sound of raised voices, carriage door
being slammed.

Well, no.

But then I was in the first -class
compartment, had it all to myself. And

honest, I slept mostly.

Sorry I can't be more useful.

No, don't. Don't worry.

Who is this poor chap, anyway?

Well, we don't know that either.

Difficult situation for you all round,
Constable.

Yeah. Well, I can see you're busy.

Sorry to have bothered you. No trouble
at all.

See you at lunch.

I did it cos of Paula.

Did what?

Run away.

I had to see her. She's having a baby.

Paula's your girlfriend?

Her old man.

He hates me.

They want her to have it adopted, but
it's my kid. They've got no right.

Did you attack a man on the train and
steal his wallet? No.

No, I was just thinking about Paula,
trying to work out what to do.

Are you telling me the truth, Tommy?
Look, if I give you her number, will you

just call her and let her know where I
am?

Hey!

That's for my chickens!

No, no, David, leave it!

Leave it!

Have you not heard that old gypsy
saying?

It's lucky to be followed by a donkey.

No, I haven't.

It sounds like a load of old rubbish to
me.

Well, maybe not.

Here you are, lads.

Cheers, Alf. Thanks, Alf.

Ventress, you're here again.

Oh, just popped in for a quick cuppa.

Mrs Ventress has got the committee
coming round.

How are we charging the lad then, Sarge?

Well, the only evidence we have is
circumstantial. I've phoned the boss,

They can't get anyone over to pick him
up before tomorrow anyway.

You did search the railway carriage
thoroughly?

Yes, Sarge.

Watch yourself.

He had a stolen wallet on him. He got
shot of it before I ever saw him.

He had less than ten bob in his pocket
when he was arrested.

So he might well be telling the truth.

Do you know what puzzles me?

A serious attack takes place on a train
and nobody hears anything.

That's assuming it did take place.

Have you had a chance to go through the
victim's clothes yet? Not much to go on,

Sarge. No top coat.

He'd lost a shoe, but the other one was
leather.

Expensive. Oh, and nice suit too.
According to the label, it comes from a

tailor's in German Street, London.

Well off then, possibly from London. In
the likelihood that he had a fat wallet

in his coat pocket.

Where is he then?

I'm going to wring this stupid neck.

Do your time, I said.

Keep your nose clean.

Then we can start off with a fresh
slate.

Here, here.

You should take a seat.

That's right, you sit yourself down.

Ah,

the lovely Dr Merrick.

I was just visiting a patient of mine
and I thought I'd call by and see how

were getting on.

Am I a patient of yours?

You found me.

I suppose you are.

Well, I must belong to somebody
somewhere.

This is very hard. I do know that.

Have the police found out anything?

I don't really know.

But the sergeant who came in, he's a pal
of yours, isn't he?

Oh, yes.

I work with his wife.

Could you speak to him for me?

Find out what's going on.

I'm sure he'll tell you himself anyway.

I'm going crazy here.

I just need something, anything, to
focus my mind on, please.

I'll call by and see Sergeant Merton
now.

See what he knows.

Thank you.

What are you?

Brainless! You could have been out in
three months. But they're going to make

you give the baby away.

Is it born yet?

I want it to be with you when it comes.
But weren't you there? You useless!

I want me mum.

Yeah, and that's the trouble.

It'll be born and she'll give it to my
adoption people.

Stupid old... Don't you start slagging
off me mum!

Hey, hey, come on, you two. It's my kid
and all, not hers. You haven't had to

look it round for the last...

Oh, no.

Bellamy. Dad?

I'm sort of used to it here. I just pop
in, they don't seem to mind.

At home, I'm just under Mrs Ventress's
feet.

They should employ you as their tea boy.

You don't have to deliver.

Liz, thank goodness you're here.

I want me mum.

It's going to be fine, Paula.

It'll be all right, love.

This is all your fault.

I should have listened to me, mum.

I'll get an ambulance.

There's not going to be time. I'm going
to have to deliver it here.

Get my doctor's bag.

I'm going to need some help.

Yes, hello, is that Ashfordly Hall?

Yes, could I speak to Colin Taylor of
Featherstones, please?

Is he all right?

Got all his fingerprints off? He's
perfect.

We're going to take you both to the
hospital to get you checked over.

There you go.

There you go.

It's a turn -up, isn't it?

My son born in a ruddy nick.

And it looks just like my dad.

No, it don't.

The ambulance has arrived.

I want to go with her.

In your dreams, boy.

Why can't you go with him, Serge?

Why?

Could you be lagging it down the road as
soon as the ambulance turns the corner?

I won't.

Look, stick handcuffs on me.

Do whatever.

Just let me stay with her.

Please.

I'm going to keep an eye on him. I will.

Father needs to be with his new baby.

All right.

There was a telephone call for you.

Mrs Kellett tried to get the chaps known
so you could call him back, but she was

cut off.

Probably just my office.

Found anything good?

Oh, yeah. Once we get some of these
items into the fail room, I don't think

you'll be disappointed.

I'll let you get on then.

Tell you what, come down before dinner
and have a drink.

Lovely.

I don't care what happens now.

At least I'll see him being born.

I mean, you should care.

You've got responsibilities.

Yeah, I know.

I'm going to marry her.

You asked her?

No.

I've been meaning to.

But her dad, he hates me.

He's a pig farmer.

For him to shoot me and feed me to the
pigs.

Well, you're not marrying him.

Just ask her.

You ready?

Yeah. Come on.

So when do you reckon they'll take me
back to Bristol?

When we saw this train thing, yeah.

Look, I swear to you, I swear on that
little baby's life, I never robbed

on that train.

I didn't even speak to anyone.

Except some old girl in my carriage.

Old girl?

It's just some old biddy.

She insisted on chatting away, I didn't
really mind.

What was she like?

I don't know.

Think, Tommy.

She was quite posh.

She had one of those snub -nosed dogs.

And she shared your carriage all the
way?

Yeah.

Well, now she got off at Aidensfield.

I think your looks about to change,
Tommy.

Are you in there?

Sit tight and we'll see what we can do.

I've never had a copper take my word for
anything before.

I mean, you go straight.

Might happen more often. In.

Taking a lot of trouble over that kid?

He's just a lad.

Deserves a second chance.

Well then, Vernon.

So this, then.

I thought you wanted something doing
about that donkey. A traffic hazard, you

said.

As a lifelong animal lover, I've decided
that if a job needs doing, it's best to

tackle it yourself.

I'm starting a donkey sanctuary.

How many donkeys have you got, then?

Well, as yet, just the one.

Right.

David, when you found the man from the
train the other day, you were on your

to the station to pick up an old lady?

Oh, yeah, Miss Plum.

Oh, don't remind us.

Yeah, well, er, I need to talk to her.
Yeah, she's right at the top of Church

Farm Lane, the last house.

Yeah, well, watch out for that dog of
hers. She'll go off your ankles as soon

she opens the door.

Thanks.

Of course, she's got that ugly little
Pekingese, hasn't she?

I hate that dog. Well, Alfred does as
well.

Yeah, but she loves it. That's the
important point.

She's wealthy, elderly.

And is an animal lover.

Perfect.

What for?

For our charity.

Are you

sure you won't have a glass of Madeira,
Constable?

Marigold and I always have a glass
before dinner.

No, thank you. I'm on duty.

Of course. Do sit down. Thank you.

I've heard a lot of gossip in the
village about this train incident, but

told you before, I know nothing about
it.

You shared your carriage with a young
man, though?

Yes, I did.

Marigold took a great fancy to him,
didn't she?

He fed you some of his chocolate, didn't
he, which was very naughty.

But don't tell me he was involved. I
can't believe that.

Did he leave the carriage at any point
during the journey?

No. No, I'm certain of that.

He was going home.

He'd been working away, he told me, and
his wife was expecting their first

child. Did he tell you his name?

No. Oh,

he might have told Marigold.

Yes, I was right.

It was Tommy.

Thank you.

Both of you.

You've been very helpful.

Well, Dennis is really busy, so I said
I'd try and help him out. Well, I could

certainly do a buffet.

And what are you two plotting?

We're going to give our proper
retirement party.

Well, Dennis feels a bit bad.

Yes, as well he might.

Oh, come on, Oscar, it's not his fault.

Look, Division made some sort of
bureaucratic decision and he had to

out. And now he's trying to man a police
station with only two officers, one of

whom is based in Aidensfield. He should
have argued.

that he needed Alf to stay on. Oscar,
tell him, not me. I'm just trying to

out. I'll tell you one thing.

Alf won't thank you for springing a
surprise party on him. He'll be

What am I supposed to do, then?

Shall I go out and come in again?

No, it's not you, Alf. We were just...
It's me, trying to play the sergeant's

wife, only I'm not doing a very good job
of it, am I, Oscar? Oh, Jenny.

Jenny! Hang on a minute!

I'm sorry!

Oh, women.

Well, she's a bit eccentric, but she's
clear.

He never left the carriage.

Tell me here, Bellamy, something doesn't
quite sit right.

About Tommy?

No, no, actually, I've said what Miss
Plum said.

Whatever happened to our mystery man on
the train, Tommy probably had nothing to

do with it.

The question is, what did happen?

Well, he was attacked. He choked off the
train. Then why didn't he cry out for

help?

If there was a struggle, why did none of
the other passengers hear anything?

And didn't have time?

The assailant took him by surprise?

Or he wasn't expecting it because he
knew the person who attacked him.

Thanks for coming with me.

I don't know that we're going to achieve
much.

Well, if he knew the person who attacked
him and didn't want to say it, then

feigning amnesia would be a way out.

And why wouldn't he want to say?

You're the one who told me he was
distressed.

Not knowing who you are is pretty
distressing, Dennis.

He must be in the bathroom.

I'll go and have a look.

Hello.

This one's on the house, Phil.

Why?

Steve told me what you did, playing the
midwife.

Yeah, well, I didn't have much choice,
really.

Anyway, I was just helping this.

I just sorted the young lad out, too.
Got him off the hook.

Yeah, but they've taken him back to the
barstool tonight.

Dave Merton's put a request in for him
to have a compassionate leave to go and

visit his girlfriend and baby.

Well, I'm impressed.

Are you?

Yeah, I am.

After all you've been through, it takes
a man with a big heart to put his own

heart aside.

I'll stay out.

We'll soon find him. He said to me that
no one could help him. I hope this

doesn't mean he's planning to harm
himself.

I should have thought of this before.

Don't blame yourself.

Let me top you up, Colin.

Thanks.

Who on earth could that be?

Hold on.

Can I help you?

What are you doing here?

Who on earth are you?

I'm... Colin.

I'll let Sergeant Merton know we've
found him.

We need to get him to the hospital as
soon as possible.

That's a nasty head injury.

Extraordinary business. If he is this
chap from the train, why on earth has he

turned up here?

Didn't you say he was suffering with
amnesia, Liz?

Yes, he appears to be.

You've no idea who he is, then, poor
fellow?

No.

Got the ambulance this chap?

I'll go and help.

Lynn. I don't know what to make of this,
but before he collapsed, he was trying

to tell me his name.

And I think it was Colin.

Colin what?

I don't know. Seems an odd coincidence,
though, doesn't it?

We have to find out what's going on
here.

He's going to be in no fit state to be
questioned tonight.

Imagine it!

The Doris Plum Donkey Sanctuary. A
permanent memorial to your generosity to

four -legged friends.

As a rule, I prefer dogs to donkeys. As
do most people. Which is why so many

donkeys are left abandoned and forlorn,
out in all weathers.

I mean, there's no end of organisations
for dogs, but stray donkeys.

I wouldn't have thought that many
donkeys got lost.

How many do you have?

Well, it's hard to give a totally
accurate figure at this point, since

more and more flooding in every day.

But with your help, Miss Plum, we will
be there to give them succour.

Well, I'll have to discuss the matter
with Marigold, since, of course, it is

inheritance that will be affected.

Marigold.

The dog.

Oh, of course!

But she's a generous girl, aren't you,
dear?

Hmm? A few hundred keep the donkeys
happy.

We wouldn't mind that, would we?

How are you feeling this morning?

Still very dizzy.

This is Ben Norton. He's Lord
Ashfordly's estate manager and a very

of mine.

Last night, didn't you try to tell me
something? I don't remember.

Didn't you say your name was Colin?

No, I was... I was confused.

Ben says that Colin Taylor is the name
of the Featherstone expert that's

visiting Lord Ashfordly.

Are you really Colin Taylor?

No. I've no idea who I am.

Now, will you just go away? Don't get
upset.

You must tell us what's going on here. I
don't remember anything. Now, will you

please just leave me alone?

Colin, good morning. Glad to see you've
finally emerged.

Bit of fresh air. These are good. Yeah.

Oh, those are my old cases. What are you
doing with them?

I'm awfully sorry about this, old boy.
But the fact of the matter is, I'm

robbing you.

Well... Without to forgive my atrocious
manners, I

just need to borrow your car keys.

Only the two?

I was hoping you could spare more than
that.

Mr. Burden, hang on. I'm talking to the
man who has the donkey rides at Whitby.

Yeah, well, it's gone.

What? The donkey.

No, it can't have.

Well, yeah, it must have slipped its
rope during the night.

I told you to tie it securely.

I did, boy. He didn't like being tied
up. You could tell that straight away.

Listen, I'll have to call you back.

Get out there now and find it.

We've got a bussy old lady who's got
hundreds of pounds to donate to a donkey

sanctuary, and we haven't got a flimsy
donkey!

A stranger lying on a borrowed floor Had
drank so

much he could drink no more And so he
fell asleep with a troubled brain To

that he rode on a down

You all right?

No.

I'm not.

Don't you find I style in my car?

Well, then, what else?

I'm trying my best, Dennis, but I don't
know what you expect.

I don't expect anything.

Look, you asked me if Karain did party
for Ralph, and I just ended up with

telling me off.

Oh, take no notice of him.

He thinks he knows it all.

Give us a couple of minutes, please,
Karain, would you?

This is urgent, Sarge.

You lost something, David.

Oh, yeah, it's a donkey.

I heard about Vernon's latest scheme.

Oscar and Alf were just teasing him, you
know.

How do you mean?

It was already a donkey sanctuary.

It didn't close down.

Fred Hooper's daughter runs it now.

Hey, if he's headed south, there'll be
anything to pick up the main road.

Yeah. You try and head them off, Crane,
would you? On my way, Sarge.

Failing that, we'll need roadblocks here
and here.

Right, Sarge. Well, I'll get on to
Davidian, see if I can organise some

backup. Good.

Oh, funny all.

Here's the kettle on.

No, Al, you can put it on. Oh.

And then you can mind the radio.

Bellamy, I'll fill you in.

I'll be the hospital.

Right, Sarge.

See the hand there, sir?

It's very kind.

It's me, Steve.

We'll have a roadblock in place on the
Elsonby Road in about ten minutes.

Phil's on his way down there now.

Back in the saddle, eh, Alf? That's
great.

I'll give it another five minutes up
here, but I've probably missed him.

How is Lord Ashfordly?

He's a bit bruised, but nothing serious.

He's planning to sue Featherstone, sir.

This is all my fault.

I take it that you are the real Colin
Taylor?

Yes. For my sins.

And that you know the man who's been
impersonating you.

His name is Duncan Harris.

He was blackmailing me.

How? He used to work for Featherstones,
too, in a junior capacity.

We caught him stealing.

He was, of course, summarily dismissed.

He blamed me.

He started following me.

That's how he found out.

And what exactly did he find out, Mr
Taylor?

About my... my private life.

I'm a homosexual, Sergeant.

I live with a male friend.

Harry threatened to tell my employers.

They're a very... very traditional firm.

My career would certainly have been
over.

So you agreed to help him steal from
Lord Ashford? I agreed to let him pose

my assistant.

And then on the train, he announced that
he was going to pretend to be me. And

that's when he assaulted you?

I should have spoken out at the
beginning. I know that now.

It would have been helpful if Harris
could have been arrested as soon as he

stepped off the train. No, no. I mean
before that, in London.

Should have denounced him as soon as he
tried to blackmail me.

The habit of secrecy is... It's very
difficult to abandon.

No, look here.

No, he must have been driving fast.

I reckon we've missed him.

Unless we're looking in the wrong place.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Control.

Control receiving, over.

Alf, get on to the Aidensfield Railway
Station.

See if they've got his Lordship's
Bentley parked outside.

Well? Have you found him?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, he's gone home.

To the donkey sanctuary.

David!

This is the donkey sanctuary.

No, it's not. It's up on the Whitby
Road, run by Fred Hooper's daughter.

They've got about 30 donkeys.

Hey, if you pay two bob, you can go in
and look at them all.

I don't believe it.

Morning, sir.

You want that, you'll be needing that.

This is where you get off.

Dr Merrick.

Didn't think I'd be seeing you again.

Why ever not?

I assume I've pretty much forfeited most
people's sympathy.

I don't think you should assume that.

Duncan Harris was arrested.

I thought you might like to know.

Oh, that's something at least.

I'm sorry I deceived you.

Pretending to have amnesia, it was very
wrong.

Yes, it was.

But I don't think you were lying
altogether.

The world won't allow you to be honest
about yourself.

How can you tell anyone who you really
are?

The scheme I have in mind means that all
Pekingese, not just Marigold, will be

protected.

A Pekingese sanctuary.

Exactly.

The Doris Plum.

Eganese Sanctuary.

Very determined.

I'll give him that.

Let me get you one, Alf.

Thank you for all your help today.

Oh, that's very simple of you, Dennis.

We were thinking of throwing a
retirement party for you.

I'm sure we had a change of mind.

Thanks to Oscar.

Oh. Well, you're at the station
practically every day anyway, so it

you have retired.

Well, I don't want to get under your
feet.

That's all. You'd be very useful.

Vital, some might say.

Which is why headquarters have given us
the go -ahead to create a civilian

administrative post in Ashfordly.

Oh.

I'm surprised they'll cough up the money
for that.

They recognise we need an extra pair of
hands, and they accept we'll have to pay

for it. So if you want the job, Alf,
it's yours.

Are you serious?

Well, what's Mrs Ventress going to say?

Well, my guess is she'll cheer.

Oh, no.

No, not them. You won't believe what
I've just seen in the woods.

Oh, Ventress, yes.

He got hooked very early on by a girl
with a face like a bloodhound.

Strangers creeping round in the dark is
me the absolute shivers. If we get an

order, we deal with it. Else we're in
big trouble.

Ugh!