All language subtitles for heartbeat_s15e03_miller_s_tale

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

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

Oscar.

Oscar Blaketon. Glad you could make it.
Well, thanks for the invitation, Tony.

Well, it's ridiculous you haven't been
asked to join before, man of your

talents.

Well, I'm always glad to be of service
to the community.

And you're an evening away from the
little woman, eh?

Well, not in my case.

Thank you.

Still, he makes a nice change from the
pub.

Oh, yes.

Be meaning to talk to you about that.

A bit later, eh? After dinner.

Don't go.

Aidensfield Police.

They're at it again, Walker. Bald as
brass. I thought you people were dealing

with this.

We're on our way.

This is PC Walker.

The poaching gang's on the Asperger's
date now. Can you radio Sergeant Miller?

He shouldn't be far from the main gate.

I'll meet him there.

Sarge!

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to control.

Yeah, we need an ambulance and a doctor
on the road between Eltring and

Aidensfield. Over.

No Oscar tonight?

No, he's had some local business due.

I just hope it puts him in a good mood.

Why's that?

Let's just say there's something I
wanted to talk to him about but never

round to it.

Are you serious?

Well, it is for me.

I'm going to art college.

There's a part -time foundation course
starting in York.

Gina, that's fantastic.

Well, I've been thinking about it for
ages.

I had to do some sketches to get
accepted.

You kept that very quiet.

Well, I didn't want to talk about it
until I knew they'd take me on. Now that

they have, well, there's a lot to sort
out with running this place.

Oscar will help out.

He'll be really pleased for you. When do
you start?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Ain't so dumb.

Yeah, yeah, she's here.

OK, I'll tell her.

Bye.

You wanted?

There's an accident up on the Ultron
Road.

Right.

Enjoy yourself.

Yes, very much.

Some very funny speeches, especially the
first one.

Oh, yes, Johnny Amory. Just the chap I
was meaning to talk to you about.

you and me, his brewery's looking to
expand.

Buy up some more tied houses.

Now, you own the Aidensfield Arms, don't
you? Yeah, but Tony, I'm not thinking

of selling.

Apart from anything else, I live there.
It's my home.

Listen, I know what you paid Charles
Ashfordly for that place.

Johnny'll give you double that.

You could set yourself up in a new place
and then buy into some other business.

Plenty of opportunities for those with
the right connections.

Give it some thought.

Yes, well, there's no harm in that, I
suppose.

Excellent. I'll drop round in a day or
so.

Now, what are you having?

It's Sergeant Miller. He's conscious,
but only just.

Sergeant Miller?

Can you hear me?

Helen!

Tina, it's out of the question. I'll
only miss a few lunchtime.

What about the food?

What if I've made some arrangements?

I might not be here myself.

We'll get staffing.

We've done it before.

I thought you were happy running this
place.

I am happy, Oscar. And I'm hardly
flipping emigrating.

I just want something else.

What kind of something?

I don't know.

I want to get out from behind the bar,
out to the village.

You know, I just want more.

Oh, well.

Go on, then.

I don't think I can manage for a day or
two.

Thank you, Oscar.

You got it?

Yeah. What do you reckon?

Impossible to say.

Well, I didn't see any blood on the car.

You know, for all we know, Might have
been the Land Rover that hit the tram.

Does Miller remember anything?

No, apart from a thump as he hit
something just before the crash.

Not looking good, then.

Let's hope we find these poachers.

Glad to see you. I've been down here all
night.

What are you doing in there?

Well, I got lost and I fell in.

There's a private pub with it.

Yeah, but it was dark. I must have got
confused.

I took a wrong turn in.

Pouting, I suppose.

No, nothing of the sort, my lord.

Mind you, I think I'm lucky that I
didn't do myself any serious damage

into that great big hole.

Must have died when I fell on it.

Oh, poor little thing.

Well, no harm done, eh?

I'd best be off.

Thanks for rescuing me.

So, no broken bones or anything?

No, I'm just in for observation.

Looky that.

I remember old Sergeant Axelrod from
Whitby when he had his car smashed.

He was in and out of hospital for
months.

Everything.

Operations, pens.

Is there any news about the man I hit?
Only they won't tell me anything in

Eddie Thomas.

He hasn't regained consciousness yet.

What was he doing out there at that time
of night?

He's alluring to himself, is Eddie.

Gentleman of the road.

But you don't want to jump to
conclusions.

We don't know that it was you that did
it.

I hit something.

Well, it could have been the poachers
that did it.

And the lads are doing everything they
can to find them.

That's very comforting, Alf.

Now, if you don't mind, Mrs Miller
bought those grapes for me.

Gina. Hiya.

I'm glad I caught you.

Hi. I wanted to give you this.

Oh, Helen.

You shouldn't have.

Nothing. Just an old relic from school
day.

I'm happy someone can get some use out
of it.

Oh, thanks.

I suppose I'd better try and look the
part, eh? You look fine.

Now go and enjoy yourself.

I'll try.

But being late on my first day isn't
exactly the best of stuff now, is it?

Ta -ra.

We know the gang moved to the area
recently.

You're sure of that, are you?

Positive. Well, it might interest you to
know that I've just found Peggy

Armstrong in my woods. And by the look
of her, she'd been there all night.

How can you tell?

If she is mixed up in this, I can only
reckon that the constabulary has been

extremely remiss in ignoring the mess on
its own doorstep.

A good day to you.

If Peggy is mixed up in all this, I'll
wring her neck.

Me too.

Shall we do it now?

What, no time like the present?

Can I come?

What, now stay off? No, stay in mind the
shop.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I'm here to start a report into last
night's unfortunate incident.

Sergeant Miller's part in it.

Your reactions seem normal.

Pity they weren't better last night.

It's probably best not to dwell on that
for now.

If you ask me, you had a lucky escape.

Unlike Eddie Thomas.

It'll take a while to discover the
extent of his injuries and what caused

Tell me the truth, Doctor.

Is he going to live?

It's touch and go, but it doesn't look
good.

It'll be manslaughter, then.

Let's wait for the result of the
inquiry.

There's no doubt in my mind, Doctor,
that I hit him.

It may be unusual to begin with a
practical class, but I like my students

start by getting their hands dirty.

Excuse me, is this the life room? Yes.

Yes, come in.

Do you want to go behind the screen?

Just slip your clothes off and when
you're ready, come out.

I'm not the model, I'm a student.

Well, carrying that portfolio, I kind of
get it.

But anyone who turns up late for my
classes must expect to get the mickey

out of them. Yeah, well, less of it. I
might be late, but no -one takes the

mickey out of me. I'm from Liverpool.

Well, it must have taken you a while to
get here.

Yeah, years.

Hmm. On to my next topic, observation.

You may have noticed the others have
easels.

Yeah, they're over there.

Exactly.

Right. This morning we're going to do a
simple still life.

I want you to draw what you see, of
course.

But I want you to pay particular
attention to the light and shade and use

make your drawings come alive.

I don't care what your drawing looks
like.

I want you to capture the light, not the
lightness.

Yeah?

Well, where have you been?

We're worried about you, aren't we,
Alfred?

Well, I'm gratified that your concern
shows itself in such concrete ways.

What? Like coming to look for me, for
instance.

Now, where's that magazine I pinched
from Doctor's waiting room?

You said that were rubbish.

You have not thrown it away, have you?

No, it's under Alfred's water bowl.
Well, set it here, then.

I've got an idea.

I have been held prisoner against my
will by the upper echelon. Talk of it.

Here we are.

Elsie Jacobs, 57, of New York, has
successfully sued the city for

after tripping and falling down an open
manhole, breaking her leg.

Well, you haven't broken your leg. And
this isn't York. It's the principle that

matters, David.

Hello, Peggy.

Fleet well that night, did you?

I'm sorry I didn't get your name
earlier.

Mine's Jack Holling.

Oh, it's Gina Ward.

I think you can afford to relax a
little, Gina.

Perfectly relaxed, thanks.

It's a bit of a shock, you know, on a
birthday.

And some people get preoccupied by the
rules of learning to paint.

And they're often students like
yourself.

You mean they're older.

Usually.

That's why it's hard to forget
preconceptions.

I came here to learn to paint.

Was that a preconception?

I mean, it is not. College.

It depends how much you want to paint.

You know, trees and things.

Maybe people.

That's not quite what I meant. I meant,
do you wake up every morning with an

overwhelming desire to express yourself?

Oh, yeah.

All the time.

No, but seriously.

Do you have a real passion for art?

I never really thought about it like
that.

I've got a pub to run.

The first thing I think I want to wake
up in the morning is emptying the drip

trays.

Never mind the trespassing, Peggy.

Illegal pursuit of games. Criminal
offence.

I'm not saying anything without a
solicitor.

You're not under arrest, Peggy. I should
hope not.

It's the gang we're interested in.
They're giving us a lot of trouble.

Well, you're not the only ones.

How do you mean?

Well, I mean emptying snares, setting
traps, the total disregard for the

code. Emptying your snares?

I didn't say that.

But you know them.

Well, not socially, no.

But I've a good idea where they might be
staying.

Did you notice how fast you were going?

No.

Well, we calculate you were travelling
just over 50 miles an hour at night on

country roads.

I was in full control.

Until the crash, unfortunately.

There were shiny lights in my eyes and
then there was all this rubbish on the

windscreen. And you had no opportunity
to slow down?

None.

When were you first aware of Mr Thomas?

I never saw him.

You do know what you're up against here,
don't you?

Section 1 of the Road Traffic Act of
1960 provides punishment of up to five

years' imprisonment for a conviction of
death by dangerous driving.

Well, you won't be suspended from duty
during this investigation, but you will

be suspended from driving. Is that
understood?

We were talking about David Hockney
earlier on.

How many of you have seen his work?

Where? The RCA, so Michelle.

Good. Gina?

At my Auntie Jean's in Bradford.

Really?

Well, whether it was at the RCA or your
Auntie Jean's, remember that his

interest was in the interplay between
the light and the water.

That's what's caught his eye.

And what's caught your eye about this?

You see, you're trying to copy what you
see.

Well, isn't that the general idea?

That's what I'm here to learn.

No, not really.

I want you to show me how you feel about
what you're drawing.

I don't feel anything.

Then you're not going to get far.

You're not really helping me, are you?

I can't teach you how to feel. It's got
to come from you.

I signed on for the foundation court,
but I've made a mistake.

I'm just not cut out for it.

So can I have my money back, please?

What was that?

It's probably just crying.

Land Rover's not here.

Come on, you two, in.

I beg your pardon? Is Ronnie in? If
you're referring to Mr... Oh, it was my

important meeting.

Hello, Ronnie. Remember me?

Take it armstrong.

My.

You're a far cry from Filey, aren't you?

Don't mention Filey.

Why ever not?

They were good days.

They were not, and my doctor says it's
best for me not to dwell on unpleasant

events. Well, it weren't my fault you
were struck off.

I was never struck off.

Retrimanded, then, whatever you like to
call it.

Anyway, it hasn't done you much harm,
has it?

Not on the outside, no.

Oh, don't talk so weak.

That's not the Ronnie Smethers I used to
know.

The Ronnie Smethers you used to know is
a sadder and wiser man.

Now, what do you want?

Just a little favour.

You're back earlier than I expected.

How was it?

Don't ask. Oh, that good, eh?

I'll put it this way, Oscar.

Half the time I didn't even know what
they were talking about. When I did, I

thought it was a load of rubbish.

I did warn you.

Yeah, I suppose you were right.

I do belong here.

A man was knocked over while you were
being chased last night.

Didn't you see him?

We weren't driving. We were in the back.

We didn't see anything.

Who was driving?

Who was driving?

Craig. Craig who?

I'm not graphing on him. Where's the
Land Rover?

I don't know.

You've got no reason to keep us here. If
you're going to charge us, charge us

and let us go.

We've got 24 hours.

The clock's just started ticking.

Now we'll talk to your friend.

Well, they're obviously frightened of
this, Craig.

Unless we can find him or the Land
Rover, there's nothing we can do.

Time's not exactly on our side.

Brian Parker.

What can we do for you?

We were just wondering over at the
Ashfordly Gazette if you'd like to

the story that the officer in charge of
this station ran over an elderly man

last night. We never comment on an
ongoing investigation.

So there is an investigation.

And you can confirm that Sergeant Miller
is involved?

I can't confirm anything.

You can get hold of headquarters if you
like, but I doubt they'll give you

anything either.

Oh, we'll just have to do lots of
coverage then.

Goodbye, officers.

There's no evidence that Miller hit her.

Well, there's no evidence that he
didn't.

I know one of us is going to have to
stake out that barn.

I've got a better idea. Jeff, do you
fancy doing a spot of overtime?

Gina, I work in the snug, asking after
you.

Oh, who is it?

I didn't ask his name. He's not my type.

You forgot this.

Thank. But I won't be needing it any
more.

How did you find me? I asked reception.

And they said you want to leave the
course.

And I don't think you should.

Why?

Because I think you'd get something out
of it. Well, I didn't today.

In fact, I just didn't get it at all.

Well, some of these are very promising.

Don't patronise me.

I'm not.

This one, look at it.

Tree by a river.

It's not a very good tree.

No, it's not.

It's diabolical. But that's not the
point.

It's where you've placed it.

Because it's here, it brings meaning and
shape to the whole of the picture.

That's not by accident.

You saw it right.

I didn't mean to.

So it's talent.

Why don't you come back?

Give it another go.

I don't know, but I'll buy you a drink.

Half a bitter.

I thought you'd be more of a martini
man.

Then you haven't seen me right yet.

Have you made your mind up yet?

I still don't know.

You know how someone described poetry?

As language charged to the utmost with
meaning.

Now, anyone can paint, but to get a
picture charged to the utmost with

that's art.

It's not about what you see, it's about
how you feel.

So why don't you come by tomorrow, try
again, bring something you want to draw,

something small.

Okay.

Okay. Now, would you mind leaving me pub
before I lose me licence?

Drinking up time was over ages ago.

Good night, Gina.

Night.

Oh!

This is a letter from my solicitor.

As a landowner, you have a
responsibility to the general public.

You were trespassing. Be that as it may,
we intend to seek extensive damages for

injuries sustained.

I've never heard such bunkum in all my
life.

Unless, of course, you wish to settle
out of court.

I'd be damned if I would.

I see.

So that's the crack, is it?

That, as you so pithily put it, is the
crack.

Now get off my land!

Oh, oh, oh, Miss Hood.

You sure nobody showed up? That way you
were sleeping or anything?

No, I didn't sleep a wink.

Not with all those dead animals hanging
about.

I should have a nice cup of tea, lad,
and then clear off home.

Back to square one.

Eddie Thomas died last night.

Where's Craig?

The man who was knocked over died last
night.

So you're looking at more than just
illegal pursuit of game.

We'll be charging someone with causing
death by dangerous driving.

I said I wasn't driving.

I never said you were.

But if you remain silent, we will be
charging you with assisting an offender.

Look, it's a bit more serious than a few
dead rabbits now. Can you understand?

He went to Manchester.

Manchester.

He's got a contact there.

Spreads the meat around the local
butchers and gives us our share.

He's coming back today.

Do you honestly mean to tell me she's
got a case?

Oh, for pity's sake, Nigel, no wonder
this country's going to the dogs.

I have no intention of settling out of
court. You give them an inch, they'll

take a mile.

No, I intend to stand my ground.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

Is that really how you see it?

Andy. Come on.

Craig Harker, I presume.

All right. You're under arrest.

You don't have to say anything.

But anything you do say may be taken
down and given in evidence.

What's the charge?

Trespassing in pursuit of gain.

You don't like that one, do you? What
about death by dangerous driving?

Rob, I need to look at this.

Hang on.

Yeah, it could be blood.

Better get forensics to have a look at
it. I didn't kill anyone.

When? Where?

The night before last.

You were being chased by a police car.

A man seems to have got in the way.

I'm not having you pin that on me.

It were a car riot, not a man.

I didn't cause no death.

That's paint, not blood.

All right, tell us about the car.

Some sort of sports car.

I don't know what make...

Soft top, coming the other way, and I
barely clipped it.

Sarge.

I'm afraid there's something rather
unfortunate in the local paper.

I suppose I should have expected
something like this.

Well, you can't blame yourself either.
We don't really know what happened on

that road.

What happened, Alf, is that a man died.

And all for a handful of poultry remits.

Now you've got it.

Is that all you're going to say?

That's all there is to say.

The rest is in there.

Top her up, would you please, David?

Actually, David, I was hoping to see
you.

Thought you might be able to talk some
sense into that aunt of yours.

She hasn't a cat in hell's chance of
winning this case. You do know that,

you? You know, Lord Ashley, this has got
nothing to do with me, really.

I dare say that you can tell her from me
that if she has the temerity to pursue

this ludicrous action, I'll fight her
all the way.

OK.

There was a car coming the other way.

I swerved to avoid it, but it must have
been a mile or so before the accident.

Well, there's no turnings off that road,
so it must have passed Eddie Thomas.

Or hit him.

We don't know that. But it puts another
vehicle on that stretch of road at that

time of night.

The car's got to be out there somewhere.

Gina! Look, how do you feel now?

Great. Well, now I feel worn out, to be
honest with you.

I meant about the course.

Oh, yeah. I think I'll stick at it a bit
longer.

As long as it doesn't leave me feeling
permanently knackered.

Well, that's because you drew something
with real emotion.

If you put a lot of yourself into your
work, it takes a lot out of it.

But it's worth it.

I'm beginning to see what you mean.

Do you mind if I ask you about that toy?

No, I don't mind.

It was Daniel.

I had a little boy. He died.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

These things happen.

It's not only Daniel that's made me feel
like this.

I suppose it's never just the one thing.
It's everything together.

But I think you've cracked it.

Well, if you can tell so much about me
from your drawings, when am I going to

see some more of yours?

Er, tomorrow.

In York.

I'll pick you up at four.

OK.

Hurrah. Rosie.

Hiya, Rob.

Been waiting for petrol?

David shoved off somewhere with Peggy,
I'm afraid.

No, just doing the rounds of local
garages. Looking for a red sports car.

Oh, erm...

Do you know the make?

No, but it would have been brought in
yesterday.

Damage caused by impact at high speed.

Yeah, right.

It was brought in yesterday morning.

Do you know who by?

Er, a chap called Bryce.

Got an address?

Yeah, should have somewhere.

Come on through.

Would you like one of me actually down
the hole?

Presumably you'd have trouble getting
down there now, wouldn't you?

Well, quite right.

David, did you...

What's Lord Ashfordly's reaction been so
far?

Same as all the ruling classes.

Arrogant. You see, this is a class
struggle, then.

Definitely. Today, Ashfordly Woods.

Tomorrow, the Bastille.

What? It's a prison, David.

We're going to fight for our rights and
storm it.

What about the law?

The law is an ass, according to
Shakespeare.

And for once, I agree with him.

If you could just point down the hole
and look a bit more miserable.

That's lovely.

Oh, Peggy.

I don't know where to go for prison.

Mr. Bright.

Yes. Is that your car?

It is indeed.

Very nice.

I gather you had an accident recently.

No.

Oh, but you just had repairs done at
Scripps Garage.

Oh, that.

It was nothing serious. Just clipped a
gate post. One of those things. A gate

post.

Were you on the Eltering Road at all
last Sunday evening?

No. Are you sure about that? Positive.

I was at a business dinner, as plenty of
people can tell you.

But I read about your sergeant's
accident in the paper.

After business.

How did you get on? Well, I found a car.

Rosalie Cartwright patched it up a
couple of days ago. Belongs to a chap

Bryce.

Tony Bryce?

Yeah, that's the one.

Big charity fundraiser.

What did he have to say for himself?

He was at a business society dinner all
evening with Oscar Blaketon.

That's that, then.

What do they say?

A window opens somewhere and a door
slams in your face?

Why don't I go to the pub anyway? Check
his story out, Bosco.

Any port in the storm, I suppose.

Don't forget that Rankin's giving me my
formal interview this afternoon.

I like all the paperwork up to date.

Already in hand, Sarge?

I hope so, Walker.

I certainly hope so.

Oscar!

Had a chance to think over what we were
talking about? Well, yes, I have, as a

matter of fact. Why don't you come in,
have a drink, and tell me a bit more

about what you've got in mind? Why not?
I'm not in the office today, so we may

as well have a snifter.

Come on.

Cards on the table, Oscar.

Johnny Amory's asked me to find some of
these pubs we were talking about.

They'll pay you more than you ever
dreamed of, and I get a decent

well.

That sounds a very interesting
proposition.

The point is, I can cut you in on the
business, too.

I mean, you'll be well looked after
selling this place, but if you want to

in with me, then we'll make a fortune.

Pool our contacts and local knowledge.

Well, it was as good an opportunity as
you say.

It's a once -in -a -lifetime
opportunity, you know.

In any case, you'll be living
comfortably, but why not live in luxury?

I mean, do you really want to spend the
rest of your life on the wrong side of a

bar?

Your picture's in the paper!

Hey!

Thanks, Uncle Bob!

Hey!

Oh,

that could do it.

Oh, Rob.

Bit early in the day for you.

Strictly business, Oscar.

Saw a friend of yours yesterday, Sonny
Bright.

Oh, aye.

Apparently you were at some do together
the other night.

Yeah, that's right.

Why are you interested in England?

Well, a red sports car was seen in the
area when Eddie Thomas was knocked over,

and Bryce's car was put in for repairs
the next day.

Well, I thought Millard was responsible
for that.

It's one possibility, but we're falling
off of the leads.

Well, Tony was definitely at the do with
me.

And you were with him all evening?

Well, if you want to be exact, no.

We met before dinner, had a couple of
drinks afterwards.

You don't know who's actually at the
meal.

I suppose not. It was one of those four
-complete jobs. You know, help yourself

to the buffet and find somewhere to sit.

But it doesn't make sense, does it?

Why would he leave the function and come
back again?

It does seem a bit odd.

But even odder that he picked you as an
alibi, rather than someone he ate with.

Do you know what he's doing today?

Ah, he had a day off.

Probably at home.

I should look.

To whom am I speaking, please?

What sort of photographs?

Mrs Bright. Yes?

Can I have a word with your husband,
please?

I'm afraid not. He's at work.

Oh, really?

I understood that he was taking a day
off.

He said that, did he?

Yeah, he did.

Mrs Bright?

Then he's probably with that trollop.

And that would be...? He spends all his
time and money on some fancy woman. He

thinks I don't know that he's ever so
clever.

Do you know who she is?

Oh, yes. Lived in Elchering near the
High Street.

Peach -coloured curtains, I ask you.

Thank you.

She can't be more than 25.

When you find him, tell him he's the
fool, not me.

Wow. You didn't tell me it was an
exhibition.

Just my life's work.

There's someone I want you to meet.

Vic?

Is that who I think he is?

David, thanks for coming. Hello, Jack.

I'd like to introduce you to a student
of mine, Gina Ward.

Gina, this is David Hockney. Hiya.
Hello.

Me auntie Jean lives two doors up from
your nan in Bradford. Is that right?

How's her arthritis?

Sad.

They're here.

Thank you.

Sergeant Miller, this is Sergeant Hedges
and Assistant Chief Constable Caldicott

is here to observe proceedings.

Shall we go into my office?

I think under the circumstances that the
interview room is probably more

appropriate.

Then follow me.

We'll see Sergeant Miller along, thank
you. Well, as local police federation

rep, I think I should be allowed to
observe proceedings under the

Very well.

I'll deal with this.

What do you want?

When we spoke yesterday, Mr. Bryce, you
told me you hadn't been on the road

between Eltring and Aidensfield three
nights ago.

That's right.

As you know, there was a serious
accident on the road that night, and a

subsequently died. Yes, I have read the
papers.

The day after the accident, you had a
front wing of your car replaced after

hitting a gate post, you said.

What of it?

We've had the old wing taken away for
forensic examination.

I also have to say that Oscar Blaketon,
while he saw you at the start and the

end of the function you were attending,
doesn't recall seeing you during the

course of the evening.

Does anyone else?

Someone you were sat with, perhaps?

We may also have to have a word with
your friend here, see what she was doing

that night.

Now, why don't you save us all a lot of
time?

Was he... So important to catch these
porches.

I thought so at the time, yes.

We'd had a considerable number of
complaints about them.

So you were fired up, then?

Adrenaline pumping?

I did what I perceived to be my duty.

You've got to admit to travelling along
unlit country lanes at speeds of around

50 miles an hour.

I do, yes.

That's not uncommon when in pursuit of a
suspect.

It depends on the circumstances, PC
Bellamy.

Given the public interest in this
case... We will have to reconsider our

decision not to suspend you during the
investigation.

Hang on, are you saying that because of
the press or the evidence?

No, I'm saying it for neither reason.

Sarge, can I have a word?

Is it important?

I think so.

We have a confession from the man who
ran over Eddie Thomas.

Gina? Sorry, I was miles away.

Someone nice, I hope.

In another world.

Still, I'm here now.

Glad to be back?

I don't know, really.

What am I going to do with you again?

Next class is Tuesday, isn't it?

You know what I meant.

Look, I might be confused, but I've made
one decision.

What's that?

I want the best of both worlds.

Thanks for a lovely night.

But I suspect Tony Bryce won't be keen
enough to buy you another drink, eh,

Arthur? Well, on reflection, that's not
a bad thing. I was already having second

thoughts about going into business with
him. Well, he's confessed to everything.

Looks like Millie's off the hook.

Ah, well, I'm glad.

It's not nice to hear a police officer
pilloried in the press.

Even if it is Sergeant Mitt.

Speak of the devil.

Walker? Bellamy?

I'd like a word.

I think it's about time I bought you two
a load of drink.

Mr. Landron.

Evening, Your Lordship.

Thought better of rejecting our generous
settlement offer, have you?

Well, buy us a round and we'll talk
about it. I can assure you, Mrs.

there is absolutely nothing to talk
about.

Particularly, in light of these
photographs taken earlier this morning,

indicate that a remarkable recovery has
taken place.

You're right.

It's a miracle.

I can walk.

How did it go?

It was good, yeah.

Good? We want more than that. How good?
Very good.

I think it went very, very good.

It is irresistibly attractive watching
two teams of policemen kicking each

for bits.

the others in the village have been
burgled.

And the police house as well.

Ingenious to the point of genius, you
might say.