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

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

Thanks for responding so quickly.

Where else Nick Hanley got knocked off a
couple of hours ago?

They stole a load of electrical items.

Chattels, toasters.

C .S. Siddons has received a strong tip
-off.

Big Frank Batley's in the frame.

Oh, brilliant.

Who's Frank Batley? A right handful.

Extra rugby league player.

Never comes quietly.

We snout's reliable, though.

I think if we move now, we can nick him
before he shifts the gear.

Fair enough.

But all we need before breakfast is a
punch -up with Big Frank.

Well, don't think CID aren't grateful.

D .S. Dawson picked up teas and bacon
rolls for you lads to have on the way.

Thank you, Sergeant.

You see?

It needs a woman's touch to think of
things like that.

Thank you.

Bernard Scripps.

Oh, sorry to hear that, yeah.

Where?

Well, you'd be better off calling the co
-op or Fred Jepson. They're both nearer

to you.

Really?

Um, no, what was the name again?

Oh, can't say it rings any bells, no.

You'd better give me some details.

That's the house.

Outside the van, though.

Curtains are drawn. Looks like the
wife's still in bed.

She could be a handful as well.

We'll need someone round the back.

Leave all that to us, eh?

Your job's just to keep Tina Batley
quiet. Oh, if there is a handbag fight,

sure you win.

He's on his way!

Spotted a van a couple of streets away!
Positions, everyone, let's move it!

Police officer!

Leave him alone, you bullies!

Stay out of it, Mrs Batley! I can't be
helped.

Five coffers to one man. You cowards.

Morning.

Mind the shop, eh, David? I've got
funeral business.

It's early for all wives, isn't it? A
lady the other side of Tapton died

the night. She personally requested that
I look after her funeral, which is a

bit odd.

Why? Isn't that what undertakers do,
Bernard?

There are others a lot nearer, Dawn,
that's why.

And best of my knowledge, I never met
the woman.

Yeah, well, you know what they say.
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth,

There's no way of putting it, I suppose.

You know, I always thought I was a
stupid expression.

I mean, why would anyone want to look in
a horse's mouth anyway?

David, just... Put some cotton wool in
there.

It should keep blood from dripping on
his shirt.

Thanks, Sergeant.

He nicked a lot more than this.

Oi!

Which one of you thieving torags has had
my money?

Someone's stolen my cash.

Oh, get lost, Tina.

400 quid off the sideboard.

Rubbish. Where would you get that sort
of money?

I drew it out to the bank to buy a car.

Really? Well, we got what we came for.
We don't need fairy stories as well.

I'll report you.

Phone the papers.

You're not getting away with it just
because you're coppers. Hold it.

Are you serious alleging that a theft
has taken place?

Yeah. My money's gone.

And one of you lot must have swiped it.
If you're doing this to waste police

time, you'll be down the station with
your husband.

I'm not messing about.

All right.

Four officers went into your house.

P .C. Mason and myself were only in the
garden. Agreed?

P .C. Mason will search the other
officers in your presence.

He'll also search your husband, who was
in the house. Oh, come on. It's

obviously a try -on.

An allegation has been made.

We'll deal with it correctly.

So you landed the job, then, eh?

Is it going to be a big do?

Oh, will they be needing catering?

Bernie.

What's up with him? Looks like he's seen
a go.

Right.

Everyone's clean.

Satisfied? No.

Must have been hidden somewhere.

Where do you suggest?

I don't know. Ask them.

One of them stashed it somewhere.

Oh, get stuff, Tina.

Mason, search the vehicles.

Hey, we should do her for wasting police
time.

Damn right.

Sergeant Miller!

Is this your money?

No, of course not.

Told you.

Feeling cow, nicked it. No, she didn't.
You planted this money, you devious

little tart.

That's enough, dear Siddons.

Can you explain how this money got into
your car?

No. No, I can't.

There's definitely something up.

I mean, he's barely said a word since he
got back.

Don't you reckon he looks a bit
depressed?

Well, it's sometimes hard to tell with
Bernie.

He's not one of life's natural smilers.

Come on, Sarge.

Nobody seriously believes that you took
that money. No, but unless I can prove

it, it'll be her word against mine.

What, the word of a criminal's wife
against a copper with a good record?

She hasn't a hope.

But I still needed to admit she planted
it.

Otherwise, well, mud sticks.

Hey, don't worry, love.

We'll sort it out one way or the other.

Thanks, Harry, for your support, but
this is a police station, not a rugby

scrum. Nope.

HQ is sending a senior officer from the
Durham force to handle the matter.

Mrs Batley alleges £400 was taken from
her sideboard during a police operation.

An identical amount of cash was found in
your police vehicle.

So, how did it come to be there?

No idea, sir.

I certainly didn't take it from the
house.

You were in there for longer than the
other officers, correct?

Yes, sir, but I wasn't alone.

I was with Mrs Batley the whole time.

Even so, with all that was going on, you
had an opportunity to take money that

may have been there, yes?

I don't recall seeing any money, sir.

None of the other officers can either.

Well, possibly because your male
colleagues were preoccupied with

violent suspect.

Did you see Mrs Batley go near your car
at any point?

No, sir, I didn't.

Did you return to your vehicle yourself
during the arrest of Mr Batley?

No, sir. Not until it was over.

Sir, if I may say, this is really just
an attempt by Mrs Batley to hit back at

us for arresting her husband.

Perhaps so, Sergeant.

Perhaps so.

But, under the circumstances, I have no
option at present but to suspend you

from duty with immediate effect.

Warrant card, please.

Suspended.

Bired from HQ, no contact with other
officers.

I've even got to catch the bus home
because I'm not allowed to drive my

car. It's like I'm the criminal here,
can you believe it?

The truth's bound to come out. Oh, I
damn well hope so.

We're going to have to help her, so we
need to think about what we say when

we're interviewed.

There's something about Tina Batley's
appearance this morning that's been

niggling me.

We can't have this conversation.

A surprise dawn arrest, yet she's fully
dressed.

Hair done, make -up, lipstick the lot.

It's six in the morning.

Don't you think that's a bit odd?

You might be right, Joe, and I do
appreciate your concern, but you

involved.

I know I'm innocent, and I'm sure the
truth will come out.

Until it does, I just need to try and
keep a cool head.

Oh, thanks, Oscar.

I can't believe the shock it's given me.

I've seen enough dead folk in my time,
but seeing her lying there... It was her

married name I didn't recognise.

I had no idea this woman had turned out
to be Amy.

Amy Nightingale.

You knew her, then?

Knew her?

She was the love of my life.

You haven't seen her since before the
war. It was a real shock, I tell you.

Ah, I can imagine.

All these years, never forgotten her.

Never understood why one minute we were
sweethearts, well, lovers, and the next

she'd ended it and gone from me life.

This morning I found out why.

Her parents made her finish with me,
sent her away to stay with an auntie.

see, she'd fallen pregnant.

I never knew. Nobody told me.

She had a daughter who was adopted at
birth.

After the family moved away, Amy met
another chap and had a family of her

Her husband died a few years back.

Before she went,

her conscience made her finally let me
know the truth.

Good Lord.

Somewhere out there is a grown woman.

My flesh and blood. My child.

Child I never knew I had.

Will you help me find her, Oscar?

Please, will you help me find my
daughter?

It just needs a couple of us to tell the
DCI we saw Tina Batley near DS Dawson's

car at some point.

That'll give the impression that she
planted the cash herself.

An attempt to get back at us because we
nicked her husband.

I'm not sure I did see her near the car.

That doesn't matter. Just tell him you
did.

It does matter, DS didn't.

My officers will give an honest and
truthful account of events.

Anyone who attempts to do otherwise,
whatever their motives, will face severe

disciplinary action.

Is that understood?

Yes, Sergeant.

Be seated with me. You first.

Well, I'm not surprised you needed a
large scotch.

I mean, it'd shake me a bit if I
suddenly found out I was a dad.

I bet it would.

So are you going to help him find his
long -lost daughter, then?

Well, they've told him it won't be easy.

I'm not sure it's a good idea, anyway.

Well, he should be careful and all. You
know, she could be trouble.

Young women these days. Yes, indeed.

Good point.

I can understand him wanting to find
her, though.

I mean, he's never been married, and he
hasn't really got anyone that close to

him anymore.

He was very fond of Rosie, but... Well,
I mean, he's got us lot, though, hasn't

he? Yeah, but we're not flesh and blood,
David.

We're not as close as, say, you are to
your Auntie Peggy.

Not the best example you could think of.
Well, it's probably set him thinking.

It's such a lovely thing to father a
child.

Yeah.

Once you've had a child of your own,
they're always with you, somewhere in

thoughts.

It's true for me, too.

Oh, come on, you two. I'm going to shove
off before the violin starts.

You didn't see Mrs Batley go anywhere
near that car at any time, then? No,

But she must have done, obviously.

How about Deeth Dawson herself?

Did you see her go to her car before
money was found?

No, sir.

Well, yes.

She did briefly.

Well? Yeah, to get the first aid kit.

Some of us had cuts and things.

So before the money was discovered,
dear, Dawson did in fact go back to her

Yes, sir.

But she didn't steal any money, sir.

Mrs. Batley must have put it there.

Thank you, P .C. Younger.

That's all.

I hope I haven't dropped her in it.

What else could I say? That's what I
saw.

Don't know about you two.

I could do with a pint. Definitely.

Me too.

Joe? No, I'll give up on this tonight.

Of two.

You're aware you've made a serious
allegation.

It could ruin her career.

She should have thought of that before
she stole my money.

Making false allegations and attempting
to pervert the course of justice are

serious matters.

You say you withdrew this money from the
bank.

I will go in to buy a car with it.

And I will, as soon as you lot give it
me back.

My first to ascertain the cash found in
D .S. Dawson's car is indeed yours.

They were brand -new notes.

That shouldn't be too difficult to
establish.

Carol, you've been trying to find out
who your real parents were. I was hoping

you could give us some tips.

Try without success, I'm afraid.

I've been in touch with Dr Bernardo, and
they're very helpful, but I haven't

really got enough information to go on.

Oscar reckons we're not badly placed. We
know where and when the baby was born.

You're doing better than I am.

Funny old world, isn't it?

There's you with anything to find out
who your real mum and dad were, and now

me, suddenly finding I've got an adopted
daughter. I mean, a lass who could very

well be like you, I suppose.

Shane, the dates don't match.

Make things a lot simpler, wouldn't it,
if I was your long -lost daughter?

Yeah, that'd be really funny.

Why would having me as a daughter be so
funny? No, no, no, I didn't mean that.

No, no, I'd love to have a daughter like
you.

No, I mean, at my age, having a nurse in
the family might come in quite handy.

Look at him there.

Asks me to come for a pint and spends
the whole time chatting to Gina.

Can I have a word?

You know I'm not allowed to talk to you.

I'm not here as a policeman.

I'm here as a friend.

We're both taking a risk here.

Geoff didn't mean to drop you in it, but
you should know that he told DCI Clegg

that you went back to your car for the
first aid kit before the money was

Oh, yes, of course.

I think I forgot to mention that when he
questioned me.

He may ask you about it again.

It hasn't made you lock down me, has it?

Knowing I've been into my car. Of course
not.

We all know that Tina Batley's behind
this.

I went back to her street this evening
to make some inquiries about her.

You did what?

Do you want to find yourself suspended
as well? In civvy. I was very discreet.

Her neighbours reckon that Tina normally
has late nights and sleeps in.

Unusual for her to be up as early as she
was today.

Certainly dolled up like she was.

Perhaps she was just waiting for Frank
to come home, or wanted to look her

Unlikely. Apparently the marriage is
less than happy.

Look, Jo, there's no point in both of us
ending up in trouble.

You're risking your own career here, and
you shouldn't be.

Look, I happen to think that you're good
at your job.

I don't want to see you lose it.

Thanks.

That means a lot to me.

D .S. Dawson is an officer who commands
a lot of respect.

Not least from me.

It's in the third allegation.

But we need to let DCI Clegg get on with
the inquiry, and we must get on with

our work now.

Starting with stolen electric kettles
and toasters.

The warehouse owner has confirmed that a
good deal more stock was taken than was

found in Frank Batley's van.

So we need to keep our eyes and ears
open for reports of any of these items

turning up on the cheap.

All right?

Yes, sir.

Morning. I shouldn't be here, I know.

Short of getting Tina in the cells and
beating the truth out of her, there's no

easy way to prove that she planted it.

So, we have to come at it another way.

You go back to DPI Clegg and admit you
did take the money from the house, but

you didn't steal it.

You had reason to believe that the
banknotes were part of the proceeds from

robbery. Yeah?

Do you see what I'm saying? So you took
the money, but it was a genuine mistake.

If I thought the money was the proceeds
of a crime, why wouldn't I have said all

that in the first place?

Because, in the light of her theft
accusations, you panicked.

So you'd confirmed there was cash stolen
from the warehouse?

Hmm. What would you expect in return?

Oh, nothing.

You've made it clear you don't fancy me.

I just don't want Tina Batley to get
away with it.

Well, thanks for your suggestion.

DCI Clegg's after seeing me again today.

I think I'll just stick to the actual
truth.

That's up to you, love. Just what to
help.

Look, I know we've had our differences,
but we're on the same side in this.

Hi, Jenny.

Hello, Jo.

What can I do for you?

I've got a nephew in Scotland.

It's his birthday next month, and I
usually send him some money in a cart.

Do you think it'd be possible to get
some brand -new notes?

Of course, no problem.

All right, so people sometimes do that,
do they? They specify that they want

newly issued notes.

Sometimes.

We paid out a lad checking newly issued
notes just the other day.

Really? The lady insisted on all new
notes. About £400, I believe it was.

Oh, right.

Thanks for your help. I'll pop in nearer
the time.

Have you found her, then, yet?

No offence. I hope she's not too much
like her dad. She won't be a laugh a

minute if she is.

Hi, my name's Bernadette. It's being so
cheerful that keeps me going.

Don't be mean.

I bet Bernie was quite dashing of the
young man, eh, Oscar?

Oh, I doubt it. I don't think Bernie's
ever dashed anywhere.

I wonder what she's going to look like.

Do you think she'll have them ears and a
long nose and a moustache?

All right, come on, that's enough.

Are you actually getting anywhere?

Well, it's more promising than I
thought.

That'll be for me.

Can't see whether he's picked up a
whisper of somebody trying to sell

pedals in a pub in Ashford last night.

He's gone to investigate.

I want you on call in case he finds
anything.

How's it looking for DS Dawson, sir?

I'm supposed to stay in Parkville.

And look, she's really been stitched up.

Female CID, Sergeant.

I'm the only one in the division. They
might as well have printed my name.

It's not just you.

This sort of press article damages the
good name of the police service as a

whole, Miss Dawson.

The bank have now confirmed to me that
the notes found in your car were those

issued to Mrs Batley.

However, none of the other officers saw
Mrs Batley go anywhere near your car. So

if she planted the money, how and when
did she do it?

No idea, sir.

You, on the other hand, did return to
your vehicle.

Before money was discovered. You went to
get a first aid kit, I believe.

Yes, sir, that's correct. I did.

You omitted to mention that when I first
questioned you.

Why?

I think, sir, I told you I didn't return
to my car until the arrest was over.

Which was true. But you were seen by
another officer going into your car just

before money was found in there.

Evening. Smart motor you've got there.

Don't start.

Least it goes.

Sergeant's pay. I'd have thought you'd
have something a bit more classy.

Well, finance companies are wary about
giving single women credit.

Really? Yeah. They think without a
husband to look after us, we'll fail to

our repayments, you know.

We're all pregnant and lose our jobs.

Ah, never thought about that.

Things are looking a bit bleak for me
now.

DCI Clegg's furious the press have gone
to it, and I think his priority is to

see the police at the holdouts for this.

Even if it means sacrificing a good
officer to do that.

Look, I don't think that Tina planted
that money in the spur of the moment.

Really? When she withdrew the money from
the bank, she asked for new notes.

She told us she was going to buy a car.

Why would she bother getting new notes
for that?

She went to the bank the day before we
turned up to arrest Frank.

How did she know we'd be there?

Must have been tipped off somehow.

A snout told CID about Frank and the
robbery at the warehouse.

What if it was Tina who gave the
information to the snout?

Why would she do that?

The Batley's marriage is rocky.

If Tina and the snout are having an
affair, say, tipping us off about Frank

the surest way to get him nicked and out
of the way.

Frank doesn't suspect her because she
acts the loyal wife.

Sticks up for him when we lift him and
pulls a clever stunt in revenge for his

arrest. So who was the snout?

Sidney didn't say. He always plays his
cards close to his chest.

He seems keen to nail Tina for this.

Then I'll have a word with them.

Joe?

Thanks. Don't mention it.

I'm not sure I want to know now.

Well, after all the work I've put in.
Well, a do and a don't. I'm all

butterflies.

Have you found her, then?

Well, not exactly, but I'm getting
close.

Coming from the nursing home and the
adoption agency records, I eventually

out the name of the couple who adopted
the baby.

I used an old retired CID friend of mine
who lives in that area. He checked out

the old electoral rolls going back to
that time.

Well, they disappeared off the rolls
some time back when my old friend

their last known address.

He discovered that they'd moved to
somewhere near Whitby.

So I checked out the current electoral
roll in Whitby, and guess what, Bernie?

They're on it.

So what are you saying, Oscar?

Well, what I'm saying is I haven't found
your daughter yet, but I've managed to

locate the whereabouts of the couple who
adopted her.

Morning, Jeff.

Oh, hell, you're in trouble.

There's been a call from the
provincial... Mason!

My office!

Now!

What are you trying to do?

Get yourself suspended as well?

Sorry, Sarge?

Sergeant.

I've just had a call from the manager of
the provincial bank.

Apparently you were in there yesterday
asking questions about Mrs. Backley's

banknotes. Not exactly, Sergeant. Don't
flannel me, Mason.

He was puzzled because he'd already
talked to DCI Clegg about the matter.

Now, you know that this is an internal
police inquiry.

You have no authority to be asking
questions on your own or involving

in any way.

That understood?

Yes, Sergeant.

Strictly speaking, I should report your
intervention to DCI Clegg.

I'm sure he would take a very serious
view of the matter.

But I am prepared, just this once, to
see it as a crass and misguided attempt

your part to see justice done for a
fellow officer.

I want your full assurance that the
matter of D .S. Dawson's suspension will

left entirely in the proper hands.

Any more of this stupidity, you'll be
out on your ear.

That understood?

Yes, Sir Adam.

Right.

Whitby. To think she might be that
close.

No, no, I'd better leave it. Best not
to.

Mind you, she might be like Carol, dying
to know who her real mum and dad were.

Then again, it could be an unwelcome
intrusion in her life.

Yes, no.

Yes, I'd better leave it. What do you
think?

It doesn't matter what I think, Bernie.

I reckon Tina knew we were going to be
there that morning to arrest Frank.

How?

We obviously didn't tell her.

And if she did know, why didn't she warn
Frank we were coming?

I think she had her reasons.

The only person who knew apart from us
was the snout that gave you the tip

I think he found out Frank's plans from
Tina.

I reckon they might have been having an
affair.

This was the perfect way for her to get
shot of Frank.

Would it take a brave man to have a ding
-dong with Frank's wife?

Can I ask you who your snout is?

He comes to me because he knows I keep
it quiet.

If it leaked out he was a grass, well,
you can imagine he'd be in deep trouble.

Fair enough.

But would you be prepared to try and
find out what his relationship with Tina

Batley is?

I can't see him risking something like
that, but, yeah, anything to help.

Right now Rachel can use all the help
that we can give her.

Rachel, eh?

You're on first -name terms with D .S.
Dawson, then, are you?

Why shouldn't I be?

Well, I don't blame you for trying to
be.

Attractive woman.

I always fancied a girl like that
myself.

You'll let me know about the snout,
then?

And probably best that we don't bother
Sergeant Miller with all this.

Leave it with me.

Hello, sweetheart.

Nice pride.

Don't be daft. I'm on the doorstep.

No one's about.

Come in and shut the door.

There was no snout.

Tina tipped off Siddons about the
robbery.

But why did she target you as well?

It must have been Siddons' idea.

He's never forgiven me for turning down
his advances.

Kept suggesting we had a dirty weekend
in Whitby.

So no tell he knows.

This is his revenge, it seems.

All that talk about getting you off the
hook.

He's a convincing liar.

He has his own going at the station.

Well, think, if DCI Clay clears me for
lack of evidence, just by having me

suspended, he's done enough damage to my
reputation.

The question is, if he did plan all this
together, how do we prove it?

I'm not sure I can do this.

Bernie, it's easy. There's the bell.
Just go up to it and press.

No, I can't. Let's just go home. Oh,
come on.

I'm not toing and prying to Whitby all
day while you keep changing your mind.

Let's go. No, hang on. All right, I'll
do it. I'll talk to him.

Are you sure?

Yes.

But I want you to come with me.

Oh, for goodness sake.

All right.

Come on.

Don't have to grip me like I'm a
prisoner in custody.

Just get your finger out and press.

To love somebody.

To love somebody.

Stay.

Ah, Mr Penfold.

Mr Scripps.

Now, he's Mr Scripps. I'm Oscar
Blaketon.

I'm with him because, well, he wants me
to be.

You'd better come in.

I know it must have come as a shock to
you.

You'll appreciate that finding out late
in life that I'm a father is for me,

too.

I never married and had children, you
see.

Elsie, my late wife, couldn't have a
baby of her own.

That's why we adopted her.

What's she like? I don't even know her
name.

What did you call her, actually?

I'm not going to tell you, I'm afraid.

I'm not going to tell you anything about
her.

Although you agree to discuss these
things with Mr Scripps... I agree to

him with one intention.

To persuade him to drop the matter.

Well, I can see that from your point of
view, Mr Penfold. But what about your

daughter?

Has she ever expressed a wish?

To know who her real parents were?

No, she hasn't.

She has no idea she was adopted.

I'm not sure it'll work. I've only got
one shot at this. If it goes wrong,

then... Control to Delta Alpha 2 -4.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 receiving, over.

John Weatherby called in for assistance.

Reckons he's found Big Frank's fence.

Where is he?

Lock -up garages off Finlay Street.

On my way. Out.

Sorry. I'll call you later.

Lenny Parkin.

Better known as Lenny the Spence.

Dead slippery.

Pugging the electrical stuff all over.
Last two days.

Right. Let's have it.

Lenny Parkin!

What's all this then?

Just put it down!

Me and Elsie decided to bring her up as
if she was our very own child.

We felt she need never know.

We didn't want her to have to endure the
stigma of a doctrine.

She thinks she's ours.

If she finds out we've lied to her after
all these years... Now,

you found me, you can find her, but I'm
begging you, please, leave well alone.

If I do, I'm left with nothing.

I don't even know her name or what she
looks like. My own daughter.

Biologically, perhaps, but in every
other sense, she's mine.

Well, that didn't take long.

Have a chip.

Well, I've asked around, and she's
living here too, Bernie.

Her name is Ruth. Ruth.

Nice name, Ruth.

Yeah, 29 years old, married a couple of
years to a chap called Gavin.

He's got a pottery and a shop outlet
somewhere around here.

She went for someone with his own
business then, like me.

Now, according to the woman in the fish
shop, Ruth is pregnant.

With our first baby.

Really? You missed on a dad, didn't you?

Now I'm going to be a grandad.

So what do you reckon?

Well, I don't know, Oscar. I mean,
having come this far, well, whatever

at least I'd like to see what she looks
like.

Well, that's what I thought, so I booked
us into a B &B for tonight.

And we'll see what tomorrow brings, eh?

Thanks for coming.

I need your help.

Let me get you a drink first.

Scotch, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

Losing my job would destroy me.

It's my whole life.

I'd do anything to keep it.

Anything?

If Tina was to come forward and admit
she'd planted the money, she'd be in

trouble, but her whole life wouldn't be
ruined.

Not like mine.

What do you mean?

Well, she could say she was angry about
the police behaviour in her house.

Crockery smashed, etc.

The police were heavy -handed with
Frank.

She made up the allegation on the spur
of the moment and regrets it now.

Having come forward voluntarily, she'd
most likely get off with a strong

caution. How do we get her to admit the
truth?

I was hoping you might help me.

I have a feeling you could persuade her.

Why should I be able to do that?

I picked up a whisper from a lad on the
CID team that you might be close to

Tina.

Oh, yeah?

Who from, exactly?

It doesn't matter.

They were very discreet.

And I can be too.

And I know you're very persuasive.

Well, I couldn't persuade you to come to
Whitby for the weekend with me, could

I?

As I said,

I'd do anything to keep my job.

Tempting.

But no, sorry, can't help you.

Oh, and I interviewed Mrs Batley in
relation to offences her husband's

with, that's all.

And that little whisper you picked up,
it's wrong.

I'm not a mug, Rachel.

I want a word with you.

I'm not going to let you ruin a decent
officer's career.

She stole my money. No, she didn't.

You cooked this up with Siddons.

You betrayed your husband and you framed
D .S. Dawson.

And if you don't come clean, I'll make
sure that Frank knows all about your

infidelity.

I think we both know what his reaction
might be.

You wouldn't dare.

Anyway, I'd never believe anything a
copper said. You sure about that, Tina?

I've heard that Frank is a very jealous
man.

Imagine what he'd do if he suspected his
wife was messing around with a CID

officer.

Who'd protect you then?

No.

No, Harry said we had nothing to fear.

And that if you were to come bothering
me, I was to phone Sergeant Miller in

Ashfordly.

You've no proof.

No right to be here.

All right, then.

Colin.

Right, Bernie, you'll never have a
better opportunity. She's up there on

headland, sitting on a bench, knitting.

We'd better get the right one. What does
she look like exactly?

How many 29 -year -old pregnant women do
you think will be sitting on that

bench, knitting?

Just go.

If I could save time in a bottle...

Hello. Lovely view, isn't it?

Yes. Yeah.

Sorry to interrupt, Sarge, but if she's
not already done so, Mrs Batley's about

to call you.

I've just been to see her.

You've been where?

Expect that'll be for the baby.

Yes, for sure.

I'm a bit nervous. It's our first one.

Have you got children yourself?

Growing up now, I suppose.

Yes, I have a daughter.

You've got nice, kind eyes.

I bet you're a lovely dad.

Not that.

I'm very lucky.

My dad's really smashing the best.

My mum was, too.

She died, sadly, before I fell pregnant.

I think she knew we were trying for a
baby.

I'll record this visit as a follow -up
interview about the robbery.

But we've got to be really careful from
now on.

I called you because PC Mason came
around.

He knows, Harry.

No need to panic.

All he's got is suspicion, not proof.

There is nothing in writing or anything
to incriminate us.

He knows I tipped you off about Frank.

Don't worry.

I've talked to one of my regular snouts.
He's prepared to say he gave me the

info, isn't it, Sarah?

And what about the money in the car?

No -one saw me plant that cash.

They can suspect all they like.

They've no proof.

We have now, dear Siddons.

A good -to -be -alive kind of day, isn't
it?

I love it here.

You see... Anyway, it was nice to meet
you.

Enjoyed our chat.

Ruth.

How do you know my name?

I'm sorry, it is presumptuous on me.

I went in your husband's pottery shop
once and I heard somebody call you that.

Right. Well, what did you want to say?

Well, it's none of my business, of
course, but if you have a girl, what

the name Amy?

Amy? It's nice, Amy.

Simple.

I'll put it down as a suggestion.

And if it's a boy?

I don't know.

Your dad found a nice chap. Perhaps he
could be named after him.

We'll see.

Bye then.

Is that a tear I detect in your eye?

I'd be daft as the wind.

Did you tell her?

No.

No.

She's very contented.

She's a bright, cheery, optimistic young
woman. She loves the dad she already

has. That's me.

Bright, cheery, optimistic, eh?

Oh, yeah, she's my daughter, all right,
yes.

It's a fitting image in every sense.

Oh, Bernie.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

Cheers. You get off, Sarge.

All thanks to B .C. Mason.

Stop, I'm blushing.

Come on, let's grab a seat.

Thanks, I'll see you later.

Painful in the end, but I decided some
things are best left as they are.

You did what was best for you in your
particular circumstances.

For the best all round, I reckon.

How about you and Joe, no regrets?

No. Some things just run the course.

Like you said, best left as they are.

I am very grateful.

I said before, you're a good go -bar.

Well, a lot of other male colleagues
might have done it wanting something in

return.

You had no ulterior motive.

I respect that.

It can't be easy, I guess, being a woman
in an all -male world, like the fours.

No, it's not.

That's not to say that I don't find you
attractive, by the way.

Oh, really?

Yeah, like, no offence, but I would
never proposition a female colleague,

especially a senior officer.

Who do you usually proposition, then?

I don't.

I tend to let the women make the first
move, just to avoid misunderstandings.

You like the woman to make the first
move, do you? Mm.

How about a dirty weekend in Whitby,
then?

Hang on.

I'm not being serious.

That's my room, Johnny.

Kill the mash.

Right. Blaze away after two. One, two.

Bill told you about his new lady lover,
see?

Everybody's talking.

Hi.

You're not usually here on a Saturday.

No.

Morning, Sergeant Dawson.