All language subtitles for heartbeat_s14e06_wrecked

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

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

Thanks, Pete.

Help! I want to know the owner of a dark
green Cortina.

Registration number Romeo Tango Juliet
483 Charlie.

Over. Right -o, Rob. I'll get back to
you on that. Out.

Aspirate Police Station.

Oh, Ben.

Good morning. What can I do for you?

They said what, stolen?

Oh, I'll tell him immediately.

And I'll tell him that, too.

Bye.

Ah, Sarge, that was Ben up at the hall.
He wonders if you can pop up there as

soon as you can, because Lord
Ashfordly's had something stolen.

What? His greenhouse.

Can I help you with anything?

I beg your pardon?

Oh, it's about the funeral, and I need
to speak to Mr Scripps. But he's away at

the moment.

No, he isn't.

You are?

I'm Mr Scripps.

Oh, hello.

I'm Rosie.

Your new employee.

My what?

Your new employee.

Vernon, what the blazes is going on? You
said you'd told him all about me, Mr

Scripps.

Yes, well, I just haven't had the
opportunity.

Good news, Mrs Brydon.

Oh, that's wonderful. Did someone hand
it in?

I found it myself.

Really? Well, you said you lost it
somewhere on Church Street. I was on

in the area and, er, just got my eyes
puked.

And brought it straight round.

That's very kind of you.

Well, er, I didn't want you worrying any
longer than necessary.

Thank you so much.

Who's this fellow, then?

Oh, Jack.

About to drop him at his babysitter's.
I've got some classes this afternoon.

Basket? I teach yoga.

I see.

Well, don't let me hold you up.

I'll be done by early evening.

Will you let me buy you a drink as a
thank you?

Well, it's really kind.

Oh, I can leave him in his babysitter a
bit longer.

What about Mr.

Brighton? There isn't one.

He was in the army. Died in a training
accident a couple of years ago.

Sorry to hear that.

That's okay.

I've moved on.

You have to when you have a child to
take care of.

Of course.

Well, uh... It's a really nice pub in
Ashfordly.

The Adenfield Arms will be better for
me.

Not a problem, is it?

Um, I won't have much time, you see.

Uh, no.

No, it'll be fine. Good.

Say, seven o 'clock?

Perfect. OK, I'll see you later, then.

Grease gun, please, David.

Oh, where is it?

Down there on the back bench.

OK.

You know, this place is an absolute tip,
Bernard.

Nonsense. I know where to lay my hands
on everything.

Yeah, but nobody else does.

Oh, David.

Maybe we could have a big clear -up.
Good idea.

And while we're at it, we could start on
the yard as well.

Get that old wreck cleared to the
scrapyard.

Better still, we could flog it.

Needs a re -spray.

Oh, that's no problem.

Not to mention a couple of doors.

Oh, we could get those from a scrapyard.

There you are, Bernard.

Even David's coming up with ideas now.

Sun arrived, she bring in the morning.

Sun arrived, bring in the morning.

Sun arrived, bring in the morning.

Spreading all the light all around.

Ah, what's up, mate?

Hello there.

Oh, wouldn't like to be in your shoes.

Chuck's as mad as a cut snake about his
greenhouse.

I see. I'm Sandy, this is Jennifer.

We're rallies of his over from us,
having a few months driving around

This was always going to be our first
port of call, the ancestral homestead.

Yeah, just fill it a bit on the family
connection, Chuck.

Really? Well, I'm afraid I have rather
more important matters for him to attend

to this way, please, Sergeant.

I don't understand.

They claim to be descendants of some
black sheep of the family transported to

Australia.

Probably all nonsense, but I had to give
them the benefit of the doubt, just so

long as I don't have to socialise with
them.

No, no, I meant the message.

The dentist said your greenhouse had
been stolen.

Well, so it has.

But it was there when I drove in. No,
no, no, no, I meant my new greenhouse.

It only arrived yesterday.

That gardener was going to assemble it
today, but when he came to do it, he

found all the framework was missing.

I see.

Why didn't they take the glass?

Probably thought they'd been heard or
something, but my bet is they'll be back

for it. So I want them apprehended,
Merton, and swiftly.

What it is to have a bit of youthful
enthusiasm around the place at last.

Come on, let's get looking.

I'll come think.

Oh, well, we haven't really got enough
room in the front of the truck.

Nonsense, David.

Get in the middle. Come on. I'm not
supposed to be alone with you.

Mr. Hunter, what can I do for you?

I need a couple of doors for an old
standard tent.

Not many of those around these days, you
know. I know.

Could tour out scrap yards in area, not
even find one.

Let alone a pair.

Luckily you came to me.

Over there.

How much, Shelby?

Fifteen quid apiece.

That's a bit steep, isn't it?

What sort of condition are they in?

Perfect.

Of course, you could always try
elsewhere.

No, no, no, that won't be necessary.

We'll have them. David!

Oh, excuse me. Oh, I'll give you a lift.

I can actually manage a couple of doors
on my own.

David, what's wrong?

Well, it's just that me and Mr Verdon,
we normally do this sort of thing on our

own. I just want to be sure we get the
right thing.

David, I'm just a new member of the
team.

I'm ready to take your place.

Honestly? Honestly.

Mr Script, he's all yours.

Mrs Baldock? Yes?

PC Walker, Ashfordly Police.

Is this your car? Yes, what of it?

Were you out in it earlier today?

No. Then who else was?

My son. Why do you want to know?

It forced me off the road.

Keith, do you know anything about this?

No, nothing.

Well, you must have seen me.

Honestly, I didn't. I could have been
seriously injured, you know.

You lot never give up, do you? What do
you mean? Do you know what? I knew it

would be like this when I got out.
Keith!

Look. I'm sorry if I forced you off the
road. It was an accident. I didn't mean

any harm.

Now, if it had been Phil Bellamy, it
might have been a different matter.

What was all that about?

You better ask PC Bellamy.

I reckon we could have it on the
forecourt with the Versailles sign

Excellent.

Thanks, Oscar.

Who's this with Bellamy, then?

No idea.

He's got a nerve, bringing her in here.

Phil's free to bring in whoever he
likes, Oscar.

Oscar, this is Emma.

Hi.

How do you do?

Gin and tonic in a pint, please. Phil,
this is my treat.

No, I'd like to get that. No, I insist.

So, have you ever tried yoga?

Well, I'm not sure the old joints are
flexible enough nowadays.

It's a very good reason to take it up.

You think I should start coming to one
of your classes? Definitely.

And yoga's not just a physical thing.

How do you mean?

Well, it's about achieving a balance
between the physical, emotional and

spiritual sides of yourself.

Thank you. Well, it certainly works for
you.

You look great.

Thanks.

Considering everything that you've been
through.

Hi, I'm... All right, Phil?

Yeah, fine, thanks. Having a nice night?

Yeah, we'll just...

Take a seat.

Thank you.

Here.

So, how about you?

Me? Well, I'm as happy as the next man.

So there's no Mrs Bellamy waiting for
you at home, then?

No.

No, there's no -one at all.

Keith Baldock, who has just returned
from a five -year stretch in Armley. For

what? Well, he stole a car, which was
used by a mate as a getaway vehicle for

bank robbery in Scarborough.

Phil was sent round to arrest him for
the stolen car and told him it would be

better for him if he came clean about
everything.

Who he'd stolen the car for and so on.

And he did.

But somehow it got into his head. If he
told the truth, Phil would get him a

more lenient sentence.

And that would never have been in
Bellamy's gift.

Quite.

That would explain why he's got it in
for Phil.

But it doesn't excuse driving without
due care.

Far less making threats against Bellamy.

Should have given him an official
warning.

Sorry, Sergeant.

It's all right.

You can make up for it tonight.

A special surveillance operation.

On what?

Lord Ashfordly's greenhouse.

You see, a mantra is a little chart you
use to help focus your mind, whereas a

chakra is like a field of light which
connects both mind, body and soul.

Not quite with you.

I'll show you, but not tonight. I really
must be getting back.

Yeah, of course.

Jack. Yeah.

Let me help you with this.

Ready? Yeah.

Why don't you go and introduce us?

Er, Gina.

This is Emma.

New to the area. That's right.

So you're welcome in here any time.
Thanks.

Gina's an old friend of mine.

That's one way of putting it.

Night, Ben.

Goodnight.

So, must have been quite serious then.

Sorry? You and Gina, you're obviously
more than just friends.

We were engaged, but it fell through.

Why?

Another time, eh?

So when are you going to show me where
my chakras are?

Tomorrow night, after my evening class.

I could cook you a meal.

Sounds great.

Until tomorrow, then.

OK. Thanks for tonight, Phil.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

With the push riders?

You what? The Roberts.

Oh, no, they didn't show.

Oh, tough luck, Mike.

Anyway, listen, Jennifer's just rustling
up some breakfast.

Fancy some?

Not at all. Come on, Ed. You didn't see
the car's registration number?

I couldn't tell you the make or the
colour. It came at me from behind.

So there was no evidence it was Keith
Baldock?

No.

Maybe it was just a drunkard idiot.

But he has made threats against you,
about paying you back when he got out of

prison.

Yeah. Then he needs another visit,
doesn't he?

From you, Sarge? No, from you.

Find out what he was up to last night.

And if he even has an alibi, be firm
with him.

Right, Sarge.

I'll tell you what, Lodge.

Rob. You poms aren't a bad Lodge.

Thanks. Apart from the fact that you
never take a shower, you can't play

and your beer's too warm.

There you go, mate.

Looks delicious.

Can't stop.

What's going on?

He's about to stick his face into some
decent tucker.

What about the fees?

Oh, they didn't come back. Well, I trust
Sergeant Merson's got you pursuing all

other possible lines of inquiry?

Of course.

Sure you wouldn't like to stay for a fry
-up?

I'm sorry. I have business to attend to.

Sure knows how to spit his tummy.

There's our chuck.

P .C. Bellamy, I... The bad forget.

I wanted a word with Keith.

It's not him.

Do you know where he was last night?
Out? I don't know where.

Look, why are you doing this?

Since he got out of prison, all he's
wanted to do is get on with his life.

Well, we're more than happy for him to
do that.

It's just that somebody drove a car at
me last night.

You're not accusing Keith.

Well, it was only yesterday, P .C.
Walker tells me, that Keith made a

against me.

He hates you, and with good reason.

He only stole that car to get money to
help his dad out because he was too sick

to run the farm anymore.

Yeah, I know that.

Then why didn't you do something for him
at the trial?

There was nothing I could do.

You know he never saw his dad again.

He died while Keith was in prison.

Sorry, I didn't.

And this place went to rack and ruin.

Is it any wonder he hates you?

What's going on?

What's the word with you, Keith?

All right.

Don't go upsetting her.

He thinks you tried to run him down last
night.

Look, I'm not making any accusations.

Yes, you are.

Where were you last night?

Manning your business.

He wouldn't do a thing like that.

I won't be so sure of that, Mum.

Just go before you do any more damage to
this family.

Where's the talk wrench?

Over here, Mr Scripps.

Aye, aye. I think we've got a potential
customer.

Good day, sir.

Can I help you?

Looks pretty interested.

I'll never pay 125 for it.

I bet you 10, Bob.

I'm not a betting man, Rosemary.

Good thing by the look of it.

He wants it.

He's coming back with his checkbook in
half an hour. What did I tell you, Mr

Scripps?

You know, I reckon we should do up some
more old cars, Mr Verdon.

My thought exactly, David.

We haven't got any of them.

Yes, you have.

Where?

Around the back.

with that. It's got no gearbox.

Well, we can get one of them from my
mate Jim Hunter at the scrapyard.

Or engine.

No engine?

Blimey. It's just a shell then.

Exactly. Well, it's probably not worth
the effort.

Rosie, don't let Bernard's scepticism
get to you.

I don't think I handled it that well.

No, nor do I, Bellamy.

At the very least, you should have given
her warning about the dangerous

driving. I may have encountered it
whereabouts last night.

You've heard.

I've had enough of this.

We'll need to read them the right act
first thing tomorrow.

Walker, Ben Norton's been on the phone
again.

Been looking at the small ads in the
local paper, Sarge. See if anyone's been

trying to sell a greenhouse.

No luck.

Well, pretty unlikely anyone's going to
flog a greenhouse without any glass.

Looks like another night of surveillance
then, doesn't it? Up at the hall.

Yes, Sarge.

What it is to be popular.

It was actually PC Bellamy I wanted.

Oh.

Phil, you've got a visitor.

Hi. Sorry to call in on you here.

It's all right.

I wanted to ask you a favour.

My baby sick is ill.

I was wondering if you could come round
a bit earlier and look after Jack whilst

I teach my class.

It's a real cheek, I know, but I'm
just... It's all right.

Are you sure?

Honestly, it would be a pleasure.

Oh, great.

OK. I'll see you later, then.

See you,

Jack.

Oh, now you really are testing me,
Vernon. Well, I realise that, but I do

to have a gearbox.

I think there's one under that lot
there.

Oh, marvellous.

What about an engine?

An engine?

I'm sure I don't have one.

Well, I'd better try somewhere else,
then.

No. Leave it with me.

I have some contacts.

I may be able to lay my hands on one.

It might not come cheaply.

Well, that's all right. I mean, I'm
prepared to pay the going rate.

I'll give you a ring.

Thanks, Mr Hunter.

You're a real mate.

Extra blankets there.

And there's some juice in the fridge if
he wakes up. We're fine.

Come on.

All right.

You like babies, then?

Oh, yes, I love them.

Gina and I had one.

He was premature.

And you lost him?

I only lived for a couple of days.

Without the baby, we realised there was
nothing between us. No point marrying.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

No, it's all right.

I'm over it now.

So...

Go on, we'll be fine.

I'm sure we'll get on like a house of
five.

I'm sure you will. We will.

We'll see you later.

See you later.

Oh,

my dad used to have one of those.

Really? I wish I had one myself.

I think Dennis would.

Oh, yeah, he'd love it.

Little trips to the Highland and all
that.

It's not for sale, is it, Bernard?

As a matter of fact, Jenny, it is coming
on the market, and very soon.

Really? Fully refurbished and at a very
competitive price.

How much?

200.

And 50.

That's a bit steep.

But as it's you, Jenny, we'll call it
225.

Oh, wonderful.

What shall I give you to put it now?

Oh, certainly.

Shall we say a tenner?

Are you sure Dennis won't mind? I shan't
tell him. It'll be a really nice

surprise.

Somebody threw a brick through the
window.

It's all right. He was in his cot at the
time.

Thank goodness.

I'm really sorry, Emma. Oh, it's not
your fault, Bill.

Yeah, but I think I know who did this.

Who? I can't tell you. It's the police
matter.

Morning. All right, Ron.

Any luck last night?

No, a waste of time. I should beat it
before Chuck starts coming to Raw Prawn

with you again.

Yeah, that's the general idea.

Now, good luck. We're off today.

Oh, really?

Yes, the weather. It's killing us. We've
been dropping hints to Chuck to move us

into the house, but he doesn't seem to
be taking us. Yeah, he suggested we take

a look around Wales.

Said it might be a bit warmer over
there.

Well, good luck. Yeah, you too.

You're a rip -a -bloat, Rot.

Rob.

Not dying of the cortina, Sarge.

Doesn't mean he's not at home.

Liz, what are you doing here?

You'd better come in.

Mrs. Bond?

What happened?

I don't want to talk about it.

Keith telephoned me this morning.

He was in a terrible state.

He said that he and his mum had had a
row last night.

He wanted me to call in and see how she
was.

Keith did this to you?

What happened, Mrs Bardock?

He'd been drinking all day.

I cooked a meal for him, but he wouldn't
eat. He said he was going to the pub.

I tried to get him to calm down.

but he said he was going to teach Phil
Bellamy a lesson.

He picked up the car keys and tried to
grab them from him.

He pushed them against the wall and
stormed out.

It's all right, honey.

He's done something really stupid,
hasn't he?

We're not sure.

We're just trying to find him.

Right.

Where does he normally drink, Mrs
Baldock?

Every pub in the area at the moment.

Yeah, well, we need it by tomorrow.

Yes, all right.

Thanks a lot. Bye.

Mr. Hunter.

Vernon.

Ah, so that's it.

It is indeed.

Body work looks in pretty good, Nick.

Which is much use if you haven't got all
the mechanics.

Which is where I come in.

Blinking, eh? You've managed to get an
engine, too.

Spoke to a few contacts.

How much do you want for them?

Say, 75?

It's steep.

Still going to leave you with a handsome
profit, though, I'll bet.

Morning. All right.

Is Emma around?

Yeah, she's in the house.

Thanks.

I just wanted to see how you were.

Fine. Sorry, excuse me.

Come on.

Sorry.

Had yourself a glazier, then?

Yeah, no problem.

Well, we're still looking for the man
who we think did this.

I see.

And I know last night we said we
couldn't tell you who he was, but I've

discussed it with my sergeant, and he
thinks it's best that you do know.

His name's Keith Baldock.

He's around 30, about five foot six
inches tall, short brown hair.

And if you see anyone matching that
description, then please contact us,

OK, I will.

And, uh, are there something else as
well?

What? I think it's best if I don't see
you just until we get this sorted out.

You really think so?

Well, I'd never forgive myself if
anything happened to you.

You or Jack, because of me.

Well, if that's what you think's best.

Just for a little while, until we get
excited.

Just clear that lot up, and then I'm
done.

OK.

I'll be in touch soon, then.

Up to you.

I mean it, Emma.

Good. Well, I've got to get Jack to his
babysitter. I've got a class this

morning. Yeah.

See you then.

I need a drink.

Um, excuse me, we're not open yet.

Anyway, you look like you've had quite
enough.

Keith, I need a word.

Oh, not you lot again.

I suggest we do this down the station.

I am not going down any police station.
I am having a drink. Oh, no, you're not.

You heard what she said.

Oh, get off me!

Keith Burdock, I'm arresting you for
assaulting a police officer.

My granddad and your granddad didn't
bother...

Time to play Eddie off, mate.

You're really going.

Hey, so, unless you can think of
anywhere warmer for us to keep her than

Of course, you'd be welcome to stay in
the house, but I probably found it just

as cold in there.

What, even with central heating?

Central heating? Good heavens, we don't
have anything like that.

Oh, well, it's been bonds I'm meeting
you. I hope you get your greenhouse

Yeah, don't forget, if ever you're in
Wagga Wagga, look at that. After all,

family's family, isn't it?

Then...

Strewth! The damn thing's cocked!

Right, we'll give it some time to come
to senses.

At least he can't do anybody any harm
now.

Yes, we'll send someone out.

Aye.

Oh, that's Ben up at the hall.

Go on.

He says his lordship is fuming.

I've done everything I can to find this
greenhouse, Sarge.

It's not the greenhouse this time.

Then what is it?

Tell you what, mate, you've got a heck
of a crime problem round here.

You want to get on top of it fast,
Sergeant, before it gets right out of

I don't understand.

Some bludger has swiped our engine.

But you were sleeping it all night.

And you, Walker, were over in the
bushes, supposedly keeping a lookout.

I was. I did.

Sergeant!

I first like greenhouse, now this.

I'm terribly sorry.

Well, that's not good enough.

Without an engine in that vehicle, I
could be stuck with those two till next

Christmas.

Walker.

Sarge. Find that engine.

Pronto. Sarge.

All right.

Come on, then.

Off we go.

Ashfordly Police.

Phil, it's me.

Emma. You've got to come round now.

Why, what's up?

It's Jack.

He's gone.

Morning.

Morning, Robert. What can we do for you?
Maybe give me some advice?

Go ahead.

I noticed you working on this this
morning.

Oh, it's already sold.

I don't want to buy it.

But I was wondering, if I wanted to get
a second -hand engine for one, where

would I look?

Oh, not here, that's for sure.

We had trouble enough getting hold of
this one.

So you've just put a new engine in it?

Yeah, this morning.

It's an easy job.

It's just held in with four bolts.

I've just got to tune it up now.

Would you mind telling me where you got
it from?

He'll tell you.

Vernon.

I believe you've just acquired a new
engine for this vehicle.

What of it? Who did you buy it off?

Jim Hunter.

He's got the scrapyard up on the Whidbey
Road.

It's absolutely kosher. He's as honest
as the days long is, Jim. Well, then.

He's nothing to worry about, has he?

Nor have you.

What?

Emma?

I don't believe you do, Liv.

It can't be him, Emma.

Keith's in a cell down at the station. I
know it's not him, Phil.

Well, then who... Tell me, Emma.

Richard.

Who's Richard?

The man that was here fixing the window.

Well, why would a workman want to...
He's not a workman.

He's my husband.

We split up just after Jack was born.

He was always possessive, but just got
too much.

He wouldn't let me wear makeup or go out
of the house on my own.

I've moved three times to get away from
him.

But he always finds me.

He knew we'd been to the pub together.

So the car was him too.

He came round this morning, full of
pathetic apologies.

Said he knew he shouldn't have done it.

Offered to fix the window.

But afterwards, after you'd called, he
started at me again.

We had a terrible row.

I told him to leave and went upstairs.

Why didn't you tell me any of this
before?

How could I?

You would have run a mile.

I really like you, Phil.

Do you?

Yes.

Please.

Help me find Jack.

Has she any idea where her husband's
been staying?

It won't be in a B &B. That's as much as
she knows.

Will you go over there? I'll contact
Whitby Police. Ask them to liaise with

as soon as you get there.

Right, Sarge. Oh, Sarge, you'd better
tell them what Stagg Richards did.

She doesn't think he'd harm the child,
does she? I don't think she knows

anything for sure, but... Well, he must
have been pretty worked up to take the

child.

Agreed.

So what are you going to charge me with?

With following a police officer?

You're a damn good mind, sir.

BC Walker's spoken up for you.

Seems to think you hit him more by
accident than design.

That says maybe, but I won't blame him.

Or you.

You especially, Bellamy.

Can't believe you don't want me back at
Nick.

I've no desire to do that, Keith.

Look, I'm really sorry about what
happened to your dad.

I'd like to believe that.

Well, I am, believe it or not.

And I'm sorry if it feels like we've
been hassling you this last couple of

Maybe it's best if we just put it all
behind us now, eh?

Be a long time before I can do that,
Bellamy.

If ever.

Can I go now?

You go on to Whitby.

Alf, you get round to Emma's.

We're going to need someone strong by
our side before we sort this out.

Yes, Sarge, it's me.

Bellamy, Alts just called in. Emma's not
at the house.

No.

She's with Richard and the baby here.

They're on a bench on the pier.

Do you have support over there? Yes.

We need to handle this really carefully.

Of course.

Will you keep the situation under
observation?

Don't do anything till I get there.

Can I help you?

Are you Miss Hunter? That's right.

Then I think you probably can.

I came to make inquiries about an engine
that went missing from a VW camper.

But maybe we should talk about
greenhouses first.

I'm not following you.

Oh, I think you are.

How much is aluminium scrap fetching at
the moment?

It's not bad.

I'd heard the price had gone through the
roof.

Must have been a good night, eh, nicking
that greenhouse from the hall?

Not as good as last night, though.

I was nowhere near Asfordly Hall last
night.

Really? Then maybe you could explain to
me how the serial number on the engine

you just sold to Vernon Scripps matches
the one on the VW camper parked outside

Astley Hall last night. Or am I going
too quick for you?

Sail on, silver girl.

Sail on wide.

Your time has come to shine.

He's not listening to me.

No, don't touch him. Richard, give him
back to me. Keep it to me.

Phil, do something.

Richard, listen. Leave my family alone.

Keep back. Leave this to me.

Jack away from you, Richard.

I just want to talk. This is my family.
Keep out of it. I know it's your family.

We're not a family anymore.

It's over, Richard. Don't say that.

I'm sorry, but it's the truth.

All right, I understand.

You want him, not me.

It's up to you.

But you're not having Jack. Richard!

Let's just talk about this. There's
nothing to say.

My life's not worth living without my
family. Richard!

Think about what you're doing.

You say you love your family.

What kind of love is this?

You can't force Emma to love you by
threatening her.

Well, Jack, this is none of your
business. It is my business when you put

people's lives at risk, Richard.

Look at Jack.

Cold. And he's frightened.

He's all right.

He's got his dad.

Just hand him over to me.

Then we can all walk off this pier, Sam.

And we can sort it out. It can never be
sorted out. Richard, I know you're

upset.

And I know you don't want to hurt Jack.

What would you know about it?

Enough.

Look, Richard, some people know what
it's like to lose a child.

And until it happens to you, you have no
idea how terrible that is.

It's the worst thing that can ever
happen to anyone.

And I didn't have a choice.

You do, Richard.

You can watch your child grow up.

What's happened to you?

I know you don't want to hurt him.

I know that.

So come on.

Stand him up.

I'll give him to Emma.

He'll always be your child, Richard.

He's going to be safe with his mum.

Here, Benny.

Same again.

Right, same again, lads.

Just one for me, I think.

Phil's going, I reckon. Really?

Thought you'd be celebrating.

Brave thing you did today.

Thanks, Oscar.

Just a bit tired, I guess.

See you, mate. See you, Oscar.

Phil?

I'm really sorry it didn't work out for
you.

It's just not meant to for some of us,
is it?

Well, there'll be others.

I'm sure there will.

Well, even if there are, will they be
the right one?

No.

I didn't think so either.

You'd better tell Jenny it isn't for
sale any more. Give her a deposit back

before Merton finds out. Good thinking.

Gin and tonic and vodka orange.

Jen, the camper, there's been a bit of a
hitch. It's not for sale any more.

How come?

Well, there's a major mechanical fault.
It's unrepairable.

I am sorry.

Oh, well.

Ben was only saying this morning how
tight things are financially.

Oh, good.

Well, look here.

Here's your deposit back.

Aye, aye. What's all this?

I was going to buy you a present,
Dennis, but it hasn't worked out. A

What kind of present?

Well, she didn't buy it, so it hardly
matters now, does it?

No, go on.

I'd really like to know.

Sergeant Merton, just the man.

Took you too long, but I gather you've
apprehended the villain.

Well, yes, but... Not before they
chopped your greenhouse up for scrap,

afraid. I dare say I'll be covered by
insurance, but the best news of all is

they've gone.

They? The Australians.

On the way to land, didn't they? As we
speak, thank heavens.

Now, what are you all drinking?

That's very generous of you, you
lordship.

Chuck, thank goodness you're still here.
You won't believe what happened. We got

a flag.

Yeah, and I can't get the plummet spear
off.

A Spitfire, wasn't it? The Hurricane.

One of them's definitely a future.

Yellow one.

I don't think so.

Oscar, is that or is that not a future?