All language subtitles for Heartbeat s17e03 Night Mail

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

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

bed.

the hell's going on?

You know how they can stop this?

Get her going, Harry!

Hold Steve!

Now! Now!

Don't let him get the engine!

Use your shovel!

I didn't think so.

On the floor!

Face down! Now!

Aidan's group, please.

Just stay here for me, will you, mate?
All right?

It's okay, Ty. Try not to speak.

We're going to get you to a hospital.

There's just a lot of blood. We need to
get them back down the track.

I'll be fine.

You want to get after them?

Three of them, I reckon.

Chug off down there. We'll get them.

Don't worry.

No, you get after them now.

It'll be a minute's start.

That's all they got.

I just want you to...

So what are we saying?

Thought we asked him, didn't I?

Yeah, the guard made his way back to the
station, raised the alarm and by one,

Mason was pressed on the scene. Joe?

You were here when the driver died?

Yes, Sarge.

And acting on the information I
received, I proceeded to... Mason!

Bayek, I thought we got shot at you to
the Met.

No, sir.

Not yet.

Looks like just one vehicle.

Bit heavy.

We'll need to get scenes of crime up
here to confirm it.

Just in case there was any doubt, the
kindly left is this.

So how far are we from the nearest road?

Not far.

Here we are.

Looks like we turned left.

Not far.

We picked the perfect spot for a quiet
getaway.

It's been carefully planned.

Where's that road lead?

Into Edensfield, I think.

I don't really know the patch that well
yet.

Pity, because we could have saved
ourselves a half -hour trek if we'd come

by the road.

Well, I just presumed you'd want to be
thorough.

You really are full of it, aren't you,
Mason?

Just trying to do the job.

Well, let's get back to the station.
We're wasting valuable time.

Oh, goodness sake.

I'll give you a piggyback start.

No!

Thank you.

Yeah, that's fine.

Thanks a lot. OK? Yeah.

The train was stopped here.

These woods behind here, that was their
escape route.

They came out on this old farm track,
which finally meets the road here.

I think the ideal spot for a quiet
getaway. The whole thing must have been

carefully planned.

Oh, it was very carefully planned.

Not dealing with amateurs here.

Three teas and a coffee.

Coffee's down this end.

The track was very muddy. See the crime
are down there now, but the car marks

suggest one vehicle.

My guess would be quite a large van.

Well, they knew the road was bad. They
wouldn't risk getting bogged down.

Make yourself useful, lad, will you? Get
us some sugar.

Sir, biscuits.

Only if they're plain.

Rich tea. I like a nice rich tea.

Garibaldi. We might have some of them.

Well, you can use your discretion.

Oh, that smells lovely.

Nothing beats bacon and frying in the
morning.

Well, do you want one? I've got two.

Just the one with the... surgical
corset.

No, I don't think so.

Bill.

Bill!

Bin.

Now, what have we got here, then?

Drain, drink water and thumb.

Who's that, then?

Solicitors.

Now, we're either going to be sued or
summonsed. I know. It could be that

we sold that dodgy jukebox to, the one
we got in the fire sale. He was very

with his threats.

All the records had melted.

Caveat emptor, David.

Well, that's legal talk.

But if he was daft enough not to check
it before he bought it, it's his own

silly fault.

Yeah, I reckon it's him.

Away, eh?

I don't believe it.

What does it say?

Sir Uncle Herbert's cousin's hero.

Who? He's just popped his clogs.

Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that.

Well, don't be, because I'm mentioned in
the will.

I've been left a legacy.

Where's that phone?

The post office reckons 30 mail sacks
went on that train, at least half a

containing cash and securities, notes
from several different banks.

Ah, inside job, got to be.

The sacks came from Mount Pleasant in
London. Shall we get on to the Met?

I'll have a word with Charlie Hawkins.
He's the man to talk to down there.

What do you want us to do then, Gov?

Look, I realise you won't have had much
experience with this sort of villain

love, but I have.

Professional blaggers, the whole thing's
going to be organised like a military

operation. I agree, but... In 24 hours,
they're going to be out the country.

Then we should be putting out an all
-ports call.

Exactly.

Top of your list.

Shouldn't we be setting up roadblocks
for the vine?

Sergeant Miller, can I have a word?

You had everything you need, sir. You
have been more than helpful.

It's just that some of your officers are
struggling with the idea that this is

now a CID investigation.

I suppose that means me.

Well, I thought we were all making a
job. I don't want inexperienced PCs

under my feet. I don't see that that can
make you any slower than you already

are. That's enough, Mason.

Sorry, Sergeant. My office.

Now.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Came across that young man when I was
serving in York.

Even then he had a reputation as a
troublemaker.

Always wanted to go his own way.

I don't want to see his face again
during this inquiry.

Got it?

I'll make sure he's assigned to other
duties, sir.

Thank you, Miller.

I'm sorry, Sergeant, but... No buts,
Mason.

You respect the rank, even if you don't
respect the man.

We had the worst detection rate in York
CID.

That's why they shunted him off to the
sticks, out of harm's way until he's

pensioned off.

You can't tell me the Chief Constable's
happy with a duffer like him handling a

train robbery of this size. That is not
our concern.

I was the first on the scene.

I watched a brave man die trying to give
me a lead. Believe me, I want to get

these guys.

I appreciate that.

Look. I don't like Detective Inspector
Ludlow any more than you do.

If he was any use at all, he'd welcome
all the help and ideas he can get.

I don't know what your beef is with him,
but round here, when it comes to CID,

we keep our opinions to ourselves, even
if it means that villains walk free.

Dear Dawson's not a bad officer in my
experience.

If you've got any ideas, talk to her.
Just keep out of Ludlow's way.

I mean it, Mason.

Sergeant.

Look.

If you want to do something that might
make a difference, go and talk to the

driver's widow.

I believe there are a couple of kiddies.

It might be of some comfort to her to
know that her husband died a brave man.

Might help the kids too, later on.

It might.

Can I get you a cup of tea, Constable?

Me too.

John Mason, no, no, I'm fine, thanks.

They sent a WPC round to tell me.

He was in the army, you know.

Staff sergeant.

Served in Germany in Cyprus.

Nine years he was a soldier, didn't get
a scratch.

He comes home and joins the railways
and... It doesn't surprise me he was a

soldier.

Because he stood up to those villains.

He tried to see them off and they were
all armed.

He was a very brave man, Mrs Brown.

He never would back down from the fight,
but what good is that to me now?

What am I going to tell my children?

That their daddy won't be coming home?

They're too young to understand.

Yeah, he's just a bit too full of
himself, if you ask me.

Regards us all as country plums.

Oh, I don't think that's strictly fair.

Really? Right, well, you know it's
robbery.

There's CID all over the place.

And he's prancing around arguing with
the DI.

He strikes me as a bloke who can stand
up for himself.

He certainly looks tough.

You'd like a bit of that, would you?

Yeah, it's a traction.

Then again, I'm a sucker for a warm
fireside and an old cosy pair of shoes.

thanks very much. Love you know I can be
tough if I have to be.

Why is it marriage turns everyone soft
in the head?

Oh, you're just an old misery.

Nobody'll love you anyway, so you
needn't worry. I'm not worried.

I'm relieved.

Two pints and a rum and pep. Oh, and get
one yourself.

What's this?

Had a win on the GGs, have we?

I've never known her buy a round and
then buy another one afterwards.

Ah, yeah, well, we're celebrating.

What?

Oh, it's a secret.

What's not a secret?

Well, I'm not supposed to say, you know,
in case people get funny ideas.

What about?

Well, you know, when you have
expectations, it can be a bit tricky.

Financial expectations?

I never said that.

I think he'd come into some money.

Give me that, then.

Oh. Cheers, Peg.

Here's to your legacy.

What did I say to you?

I never... I'm... Oh.

Can't walk you out in no morning dew.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Can't walk you out in no morning dew.

Now, a quick word, Sergeant?

Still trying to play the bright lad, are
we? I visited the train driver's widow

yesterday. Poor little kid, he's not
even at school yet.

So what does it matter where the ideas
come from as long as they're good ones?

I reckon these villains want catching.

The robbers could have stopped the train
along several hundred miles of track.

Why Aidensfield? What did this location
give them?

It's remote.

You said it yourself, a quiet getaway.

They took 30 mailbags off that train.

Only some of the stuff's valuable they
want sorting out. Why lug them further

than they have to?

I reckon they've got a vault hole
nearby.

Probably an outlying cottage or farm.

We may only have a day or two to catch
them before they move on.

I'll have word with the DI.

Don't tell them it was my suggestion.

I don't plan to.

Ten officers' divisions seem fit to give
me for this inquiry, Sergeant. And you

want me to turn over every farm, barn
and hay rig in the country?

They needed a heavy vehicle to move all
those mailbags. They're not going to

want to have to take them any further
than they have to.

Yeah, well, they're not going to be
sitting around waiting for the local

tops to nick them.

This is a professional group of
villains.

London -based, no doubt about it. But
they're not going to hang about.

Then why Aidensfield?

Because it is miles away from their
local turf.

There's only one way we'll get this mob.

Informants. Oh, yeah.

Someone to grass them up for the reward.

So we just sit around and wait?

Less haste, more speed, Sergeant.

Charlie Hawkins is already on to his
snouts.

He'll come up with a couple of names.

What if there's a chance they're still
in the area?

Surely that's worth checking out. I have
been doing this job for 25 years. I'm

not going to waste my time, energy and
manpower on some wild goose chase just

because you don't know how to be
patient.

Now, this is what detective work is all
about, Sergeant.

You want to do something, go file your
nails.

I'll make us some tea, shall I?

Oh, now, that's the best idea you've
come up with all day.

A sad loss indeed, Mrs Armstrong.

And one for which...

A sad loss indeed.

Anne!

Good Lord, the 20th? When was that?

A week or so back.

Good grief, that should have been...
About this legacy, Mr Drinkwater.

Legacy?

Legacy, indeed.

I mean, how much are we talking?

Only the last time I saw Cyril, he was
worth a bob or two.

As you know, I'm sure your cousin was a
very religious man.

So the bulk of the estate goes to
charitable institutions.

What?

Well, what did he leave her then?

But he didn't know what to do with
Midnight Star.

And I have to tell you, Mrs Armstrong,
that animal was dearer to him than any

human companion.

Thank you very much.

Did you understand what he was going on
about?

Midlife star!

David, we are going to be very, very
rich.

Ow! It's a racehorse!

No, he never said that, did he?

Well, he didn't understand most of what
he did say.

Cyril was a racing man.

It was in his blood.

That was his ambition, to run his own
stables, race in his own colours.

Him and Herbert dreamt about it all the
time that they were lads.

Yeah, but what are we going to do with
the racehorse? Race it, of course.

Now, you know, said the Bucky, well, he
knows some trainers.

Where are we going to keep it? In the
barn.

I can just see their faces when we
stroll into the owner's enclosure at

We'll be rubbing shoulders with all the
knobs.

We'll be like Lord Ashfordly. Yes!

That'll wipe the smile off his face, I
reckon.

Instant room, Des Dawson speaking.

Yes, sir, he's here.

D .I. Hawkins in London.

Charlie!

What have you got for me?

Well, now, there's a name to conjure
with.

I thought he'd retire to Spain.

No, no, no, no, no.

Big bank jobs.

Always his M .O.

All right, listen, you get him in. I'll
get down there myself.

Conduct the interviews tomorrow.

All right?

Yeah, thanks, Charlie.

Thanks a lot.

I owe you.

Well, I reckon it's lunchtime.

The drinks, boys and girls, are on me.

We have got two suspects identified
already.

Well, don't go.

Watch and learn, Sergeant, watch and
learn.

You know, I've been out of this job for
quite some time now.

There's a reason for these grey hairs.

Right, well, let's see what the blue
boar has to offer.

You lot are knocking off early.

Is Joe Mason about?

Oh, first man on the scene. I know he's
keen to do the slot court.

Um, Miller's asked him to stay out of
the way.

I can radio him if you want.

No, don't worry.

You've found the bolt hole, then?

No, we've got two suspects detained in
London.

The DI didn't really go for your theory.

Well, I don't suppose he'd want to ruin
his reputation as being the stupidest

detective in Yorkshire.

You've got two suspects, Mason.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Nailing the villains, I thought that's
what you cared about.

Provided it's the right villain.

What's that, sour grapes?

Oh, come on, Sergeant.

One criminal's much like another.

So you call the nearest one and you fit
him up. Saves time and effort. That's

Ludlow's idea of justice.

No -one in the whole police force knows
anything but you, eh?

I'm surprised you don't wear your pants
outside your trousers.

Ask yourself this.

Why doesn't he do the obvious thing, a
search of the area roadblocks? That's

proper police procedure, if he weren't
so lazy.

After your local burglar here.

It takes skill and expertise to rob a
train.

These are professional criminals. They
move in tight -knit circles.

Ludlow's right.

It's all about getting the right
intelligence.

Exactly.

Yeah, and he was right about you and
all.

You are nothing but an arrogant
troublemaker. I should never have

you.

I hope you're not wanting lunch.

I've had a bunch of hikers in. I've run
out of bread.

You know, I'm beginning to realise Phil
Bellamy's a very lucky bloke. Oh, yeah?

What exactly can I do for you, then,
Constable?

The benefit of your encyclopaedic local
knowledge.

Oh, you'd better speak to Oscar, then.

I'd rather speak to you.

Oscar!

I hear you've been ruffling feathers.

Me? No, I'm not that sort.

Here's your oracle.

Outline properties, Mr Blaketon.

Farms, cottages, anything that might
have come vacant in the last couple of

months. So you think these train robbers
are holed up somewhere locally, then?

I'm not CID. I'm not allowed to think.

Times don't seem to have changed in that
regard, then.

So can you help me?

Well, I can't think of anyone who's
moved away in the past six months.

As for deaths... Well, Bernie had a big
family funeral a couple of weeks ago. An

old lady. Bernie Scripps? At the garage?

Yeah, he's also the undertaker.

Oh, thanks.

I'm grateful.

What was he up to?

Phil said he'd been chucked off the
case.

Oh, maybe he's fed up with the country
beat already and thinks if he annoys

enough, he'll be transferred to the Met
straight away.

He's very clever.

Rosie, your dad must have an old
horsebox or the like knocking about

Well, he's got an old cattle truck.

No, we need something smaller, something
that we can tow.

I'll be happy to pay.

This will be a first.

Peggy, what on earth are you going to do
with a racehorse?

Oh, here comes trouble.

Afternoon.

Well, if you hear about it, you'll let
me know, will you?

I've got to go. I'm expecting a call
from the jockey club.

Maybe I'm using the wrong aftershave. I
don't mind Peggy. She's Lauren to

herself. She tries to be, certainly.

I understand you had a big funeral a
couple of weeks back, Mr Scripps.

Aye. On Mrs Turnbull. Her family have
farmed hereabouts for generations. She

the last one. What sort of property did
she leave?

The farm was sold ages ago. She lived in
one of the cottages.

And is the cottage empty, as far as you
know?

No, you wouldn't want to live out there,
believe me.

It's in the middle of nowhere.

I must say.

You've done a grand job.

Yeah, well, you know, I just wanted to
make her feel at home.

Hey. Hey, it's him.

It's him.

Oh, just think, David. This time next
year, you and me in the winner's

at Ascot. You'll have to get one of them
big hats.

Do a sign here.

Thank you.

Aunt Peg?

I think you'd better come and look at
this. Just back her out, David, and then

I'll have a look.

There we are, thank you.

What?

Hi there!

It's a pig!

You brought the wrong bloody animal!

That ain't a racehorse!

It's a pig!

First six months here, I've spent most
of my time getting lost.

Cassidy, how are you? Fine, thanks. Oh,
I heard about the train robbery.

Caught anyone yet?

My bosses reckon they're long gone.

Professionals from London.

Stands for reason, I suppose.

You must know the area pretty well by
now.

Yeah, it's my job to get out and about
to see patients.

All of these outlying farms that are
dotted around, you don't know of any

are empty, do you?

No, not that I can think of.

Oh, thanks anyway.

Sorry.

Oh, of course, there was Reeves Farm.

It had been empty for about three months
after the old man died. But someone's

moved in. I drove past there not an hour
since.

There was a big van in the yard.

Could you point it out to me?

Yeah.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, you said a great deal, Mr
Drinkwater.

Mainly about Cyril's religious
conversion. But I don't recall any

pig.

Or a rice horse.

Stupid old windbag.

Who in their right mind would call a pig
Midnight Star?

I know someone who is very fond of pigs.

Well, don't you get too fond of her,
because tomorrow she's off to the

butcher's.

Oh, Peggy, you couldn't. Oh, don't be so
soft, David.

There's lots of bacon butties standing
there.

At least we'll come out of it with a bob
or two.

You sure it was a shotgun?

As sure as I can be.

A previously empty and isolated farm, a
van, two blokes mucking about with a

gun. Come on, Sarge, it's got to be
them.

What's your view, Sarge?

As ever, Constable Mason makes a
persuasive argument.

Forget it's me that's saying it. Look at
the facts for yourself.

I'll have to get in touch with the DI.

You mean get him out of the pub?

He's gone home, because tomorrow he's
travelling down to London to interview

suspects.

You don't know yourself any better, do
you?

We've got at least two armed bank
blaggers sitting on our patch sorting

proceeds from our robbery, and we're
twiddling our thumbs.

Can't we just get back up from division
and go on ourselves?

I don't like grudges, and I'm not about
to be drawn into yours.

We have informed CID. Now it's up to
them.

You can make yourself available to
Sergeant Dawson to give her any

that she requires.

You are not a one -man band!

That was never my intention.

Good. Then we understand one another.

He's taking his time.

All right, I'll shut up.

Hey, this will be your caller.

You don't know me, Mason.

You don't know what I think about this
or anything else.

It's a favourite charm for someone who
might appreciate it.

Right, Sarge.

Information received, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Let's just hope it's reliable.

Come on, let's go.

The man was right here.

If we'd been quicker, we'd have got
them.

Well, now, Sergeant, look about you.

What do you see?

Nothing.

Why? Because, like I told you, they're
going to be in London by now.

Sorry, sir.

It's not her fault. If we had been
quicker... Shut up, Mason.

Now, let this be a lesson to you.

You're going to have to be a lot more
fastidious with your sources if you're

going to waste everyone's time.

Yes, sir.

Right, lads.

I'm sorry, but...

Yeah, just two kiddies, I reckon.

A lad and a lass, one of each, that'd
suit me.

One was enough for Mrs Ventress.

Personally, I think two would have been
nice.

Another pint, please, Mr Blaketon. And
whatever these two gents would like.

Oh, I'm all right, thank you, Oscar.

I expect you heard about my gaffe today.

Well, some of us just stick with the
jobs we were supposed to do.

You haven't got much time for me, have
you?

Well, Joe, what do you care what I
think?

This is just a boring stopgap for you.

You're off to the Met.

You went to see the driver's widow,
didn't you?

Yeah.

Left -hand drive with two little kids.

Give you a pause for thought, I can tell
you.

Well, there's some nasty villains out
there.

I'm sure we all want to get them. Well,
a robbery like this, I think it's safe

to assume that they found a bolt hole
for themselves locally.

Maybe the idea's right.

I don't know what to think anymore.

I see two fellas with a band. Maybe they
were just clearing the play site. Most

probably were.

I just wanted it to be them.

Good grief.

What happened to you two?

Looks like you fell in a ditch.

More like stood in a ditch.

A really great truck went off the road
at Ayers Beckett. It took us nearly two

hours to drag it out. They weren't
exactly grateful, either, were they?

Oh, I don't know. What about the great
wad of cash they gave us?

They were anxious to be off.

Too right.

They won't get very far. There's
something in this crack leaking all I

Could I borrow one of those notes, Mr
Scripps? What and why?

Here, I'll swap it for one of mine.

Ah.

You think it might be them?

Well, it sounds promising. You've got to
give him credit.

He never gives up, does he?

Maybe this will help.

Presumably the bank gave you a list of
the serial numbers of the stolen notes.

Where did you get this?

A large van ended up in a ditch this
afternoon.

This is one of the notes the garage man
got paid for pulling it out.

Bingo.

This is where he was.

I mean, even with a winch on the tow
truck, he had a devil of a job getting

out.

Tell us about the two men.

Ordinary blokes.

Yeah, quite willing to lend a hand.

Urgent deliveries, they said.

Can you describe them?

Twitchy?

This can't be more than three or four
miles from the farm.

It has to be then.

I think you were coming.

Someone tipped them off.

How? No -one else knew.

Except the lads at the station and the
CID team.

Hiya, Peggy.

I think I may have found you an old
horse box. The chap my dad knows, but

need a couple of new tyres.

You haven't heard yet, then?

Thought the whole village would be
laughing by now.

Heard what?

Come here.

Well, I don't think she'll be running
the gold cup at Ascot for you, Peggy.

Straight to the butcher's tomorrow.
That's where she's going.

Look, she's urgent now and she's
fretting. Oh, don't be so soft, David.

pig. I'm ready to farrow, I'd say.

Oh, no.

Are you sure?

I think you'd better call the vet.

I can't afford to lay out for a vet.

Well, I knew she was ill.

David, she's pregnant, not ill.

So maybe we could have some piglets.

Hey, we could start a pig farm.

I made you a nice cup of coffee.

Thanks, Alf.

So, was it them?

In the van? Well, we know there were
three of them.

Only two were in the van. So two hapless
removal men who collected some stuff

from a farm and then drove into a ditch
in a hurry to get away.

And paid Mr Scripps with a wad of stolen
fibres.

I'd say it was them, then.

Trouble is, Alf, that's only a part of
it.

Can I have a word?

Go on.

I've made a list of all the CID officers
who knew about the raid on the farm.

I need to add the officers in this
station who also knew.

Well, you'd better put my name at the
top of that list.

Though what connection you think me or
any of my officers may have with a gang

of professional criminals, I don't know.

I'm not accusing anyone.

I'm trying to sort facts from
speculation.

Well, that's a good plan.

I've been looking since first light.

No sign of any broken -down vans.

Thanks for trying.

The trouble is I don't know the patch.

There are plenty of nooks and crannies
you could hide a van that I just don't

know of there.

Sarge, couldn't be a jet help?

I don't know.

Ah, CID asking for their help?

What does your DI say?

I phoned him last night.

I've been instructed to do nothing until
he comes back from London.

He stood the team down for today.

What?

I always thought he was just stupid. It
looks like I underestimated him. That's

enough. I don't want to hear any gossip
or unfounded accusations against the

senior officer.

What, so we just sit here and do
nothing?

What's your view, Sergeant?

I don't know.

Well, as I see it, we have two unknown
villains who paid Bernie Scripps in

fivers taken from the robbery.

At the very least, they are material
witnesses.

And if they're on our patch, I think we
should go out there and find them, don't

you?

What's happened, David?

Sounded really worried on the phone.

Oh, you'd better come and have a look.

Was it Peggy?

She had an accident.

She's in there.

Oh, thank goodness you're here.

I've seen me dad do this, but I just...
You've called me out for a pig.

Well, apparently the vet was busy.

It's not to do with me.

Well, I don't know what else to do.

Oh, quick, I think she's starting.

Get me a bucket of hot water and some
soap, David.

that's where the van was last sighted
we'll divide the area into quadrants and

move out from there let's go

Delta Alpha 240 Control.

I found the vehicle, Sarge. It's been
abandoned.

I reckon I'm two miles from the main
roads just below Ayers Beck.

We've just had a call from Brooks of
Ashfordly.

Their delivery van was on its rounds.

Stopped at the end of a farm track.

It's been hijacked.

Two armed men.

Over. I'm at good reference 89 degrees
east and 92 degrees north. Anywhere

close. Over.

There you are, Sarge.

It's a bat.

Half a mile north of where you are.

It's a blue van with Brooks of Ashfordly
written on the side.

Over. On my way. Out.

Yeah.

Music, sweet music, I wish I could
caress, caress, caress.

Man, it's impressive, sir, for a street
in the middle.

Miller's just radioed.

Mason's behind them and he's pushing
them this way. Do you think they'll be

armed? Probably.

yourself next.

How many are there?

Six. I don't think we're done yet.

Seven. Oh, look at those.

I've got nothing to fit.

Right, well, now I'll take over from
here if the rest of you just excuse us.

I'm sorry, sir, that can't be done.

I'm awaiting instructions from HQ.

Now, that is a direct order, Sergeant.

It was you that tipped them off, wasn't
it?

What?

That is an outrageous accusation. You're
in deep trouble now, Mason.

We've got the van, stolen banknotes.
You're going down anyway.

You're going to just sit back and let
him walk away? Now, I have had enough of

this. I want you and your officer out of
here.

If you've got nothing to hide, sir, in
the circumstances, I think it's best if

we stay.

Did you know that the train driver died?

You didn't, did you?

Well, that makes it murder.

You're looking at a life sentence.

I'm not doing life.

I've got a wife and kids. I want this
interview terminated and these suspects

transferred to division now!

On their escape en route?

I don't think so.

Now, are you going to tell us what
happened?

Don't look at him, look at me.

And think about your wife and kids.

If I go down, Ludlow, you're going with
me.

You want his bank account numbers?

The address of the nice little place in
Spain he's planning to retire to?

Cos I'll give you chapter and dirt.

Well, aren't you going to get after him?
And nick him?

I don't think he's going very far.

I should charge you for this. Oh, well,
you can't. Because your National Health

Service, we're all entitled.

As a rule, we don't do livestock.

Oh, well, look at them.

I'll give you one as a pet, if you like.

I've got old ladies I should be bathing.

Next time, you call the vet.

But I did.

Well,

you know.

Thank you.

Thank you.

There you go, Joe, mate. Cheers.

See, bank hoppers, villains shooting at
you.

Yorkshire's just as exciting as we met,
you know.

Yeah, probably more so.

I think I could do with a bit less
excitement for a while.

Hi, Sarge. Want a drink?

Lovely. Thanks, I have.

Well, he's under arrest.

Well done.

Picked up the other robber at a hotel in
Whitby.

Hoodlow's job was to keep us off the
track.

If it hadn't been for you, he might have
succeeded.

I never liked Ludlow, but I never
thought he was bent.

You were right about him. He was a bad
officer.

Lazy. He's been winging it for years.

He faced a retirement on a police
pension. He decided he was owed more

that. So he crossed the line.

Well, at least we caught the men
responsible for the train driver's

So we swear.

How do you mean?

I wasn't fair to you. And rude.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

I always bring out the worst in people.

There you go, Sarge.

Oh, look at these!

Yeah.

Now, they're not ready to leave the
mother yet, but I'm taking order.

Peggy Armstrong, get those animals out
of my pub. Oh, the cute hot girth. They

certainly are.

And what more, they make the perfect
household pet.

So, who's interested?

as far as I can make out. Fine!

Come on, mate!

What haven't we got in Ayrton's field?

Cinema? A laundry.

Did you just act to marry me?

Yeah.