All language subtitles for heartbeat_18e17_the_war_of_the_roses

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

Heartbeat, why does the love chip in my
memory?

I'm kidding you.

You used to laugh about everybody

that was hanging out.

Here you go.

Give us a hand if you like.

Where did you find him, then?

Bit young for you, isn't he?

Your mummy is very rude. Do you know
that, Phil?

No, I put an ad in the paper.

Oscar wanted to go on his golfing trip
to Scotland, so I thought it's about

you got a nice young lad to help with
all the heavy stuff round here.

What do you make of the new bowman,
then, eh, Dawn?

Yeah, he's, um... He seems all right.

Well, I'm gonna write a little letter
I'm gonna mail it to my local DJ Yet

a jumping little record I want my jockey
to play Harry!

Harry! Just get us out of here, will
you?

Are you home, Mr. Bright? Do we need an
ambulance? No, no, I'm just... Look,

between us, we could probably shift it
enough to pull him free.

Well, let's get on with it, then.

All right, on my chain.

One, two, three!

Are you free?

I am all right.

So what happened?

The steering went just like that.

Not that I could do.

I'd better take a look.

No, you're all right. It's probably my
fault. It's overdue for a service.

Harry, what if... No, you read it.

Well, PC Weatherby will give you a lift
back to the house.

I'll just give this the once -over.

Follow me.

Go down, will you?

What? I can't keep up.

Look, Benny, I could really do with you
out there serving. I've got the weight,

the lunchtime regular, and I've only got
one pair of hands.

Sorry, boss.

You two seem to be hitting it off.

I reckon someone's taken a hacksaw to
your steering rods, Mr Brown.

Look, I don't want any fuss.

Fuss? If this was deliberate... See, if
I jumped that tractor, the rods probably

just rusted through and snapped.

Mr Brown, if someone's got it in for
you, then I think you should tell us.

Look, I'm grateful for your help, but it
was an accident, pure and simple.

Come on, man, what are you scared of?

I'm not scared of anything or any one
constable.

You're just barking up the wrong tree,
OK?

then you won't mind if we have your
tractor examined, just as a precaution.

Fort and Lemonfield.

So, where were the relatives?

New Zealand.

None of them felt able to make the
journey, so I'm pretty much lumbered a

executor.

Just one more whisky, Mac, and I think
we're done. I want to have one yourself.

It's old Mrs Brooks, wasn't it?

Oh, a sad loss.

Whatever Peggy's drinking.

Just a small brownie, please, just to
pay me respects.

You'll, er... You'll be wanting the
house cleared, I suppose.

Peggy, if you're touting for business,
you should remember that I'm pretty well

acquainted with your tricks.

Yeah, well, I couldn't help overhearing.

Sole executor.

Now, I wouldn't have thought that a busy
and important solicitor like you would

want to waste their time sifting through
a house full of old toot.

Place is a mess.

She lived there for 50 years, never
threw anything out.

Oh, I was hoping to put the property on
the market by the end of the month. Now,

I can offer you a fast turnaround at a
very reasonable rate.

How reasonable?

I think that someone could, steering
roads, be the one to cooperate.

Sounds like Harry Brown all over.

Do you know of anyone that could have
had it in for him?

That's easy.

The finest sheep farmer in the district.

He's upset everyone.

More or less.

It's difficult to keep track of sheep on
open moorland. As a result, bad

practices do go on.

And Harry Brown?

He's a past master.

What sort of practices?

He's been accused of all sorts by the
other farmers.

Secretly borrowing the prized rams to
tap his ewes.

Knicking unmarked newborn lambs and
passing them off as his own.

I'd hardly justify cutting his steering
rod.

The man might have been killed.

According to Lord Astridly, it's Bible
2.

Harry Brown's an incomer. He's only been
here five years, and he comes from the

other side of the Pennines.

Do you reckon Brown knows who did this?

Probably, but he won't say.

I'll soon see about that.

Nice bike.

Yeah, I think so.

You seem to spend a lot of time on it.

Oh. You love something, you take care of
it.

Fancy a spin?

Yeah.

Nothing's worrying me.

Oh, you've got the bird face.

You say what you like to me, but not to
me, Mother. Oh, come on, Ted.

Harry never meant to insult your mother.

Who was that?

It were nothing.

Looked like a row to me.

Personal matter.

He's a neighbour.

Invite the officer then, Harry.

I'll put cattle on.

It's very kind of you, Mrs Brown, but
we'll not be stopping.

If you know or suspect who might have
sabotaged your tractor, I want to know

about it.

I've told him.

And I'm telling you.

It was an accident.

You've a wife and children to consider,
Harry.

And I do consider them.

Every minute of every day.

Do you know how hard it is to make a
living out of a farm like this?

Okay, so sometimes I might cut a few
corners.

The sort of every other sheep farm
around here.

All the more reason to let us deal with
this.

I'll be sending someone round to look at
your tractor.

Well, you're too late.

I've already stripped it down.

Right.

I'm putting you on a warning.

Don't even think of retaliation. Because
the last thing your family needs now is

for you to end up in jail. And you will.

Understand me?

He understands, Sergeant.

There won't be any more trouble.

I promise you.

That was great.

Well, maybe we can do it again sometime.

Are you asking me out on a date?

Well, if I was, what would you say?

You look like you've had a good time.

You're Harry Brown's neighbour, aren't
you?

I'm PC Mason.

What was the row about?

Not really.

Harry had an accident on his tractor.

Do you know anything about that?

No.

Rows can get out of hand.

This one wants a lid putting on it,
right now.

Try telling him that. I'm telling you,
Mr Open Shot.

And if we find out that that tractor was
sabotaged, we'll be looking to make an

arrest.

I warn you, stupid beast!

He won't come snooping around here, lad.

You bite him.

Come on, love.

We'll have the day out.

Let's forget about the rest of it, then.

What's wrong? It's the brakes!

I go tight!

Try and keep still, Rosie. You've had a
nasty bang to the head.

There's brick fluid everywhere.

This was deliberate, Harry.

Damn them!

Damn them to hell!

I married a Yorkshire lass, isn't that
enough for them?

Ever since I come here, it's been the
cold shoulder.

They're small -minded and bigoted, a lot
of them!

Harry, let the police sort this out.

I'll go with the develops.

So who did it?

I don't know for sure who did it. Could
be any one of them.

But I do know they want to drive me out.

They're like a gang and they stick
together.

Is Ted Openshaw part of this? Aye.

But he just does what his mother tells
him.

The Openshaws have farmed here for
generations.

And it seems to be the only thing that
gives you a clout round here.

I think it's got loads of potential.

Once it's cleared out, coated in paint,
I think it'll fetch a good price.

I want a full

inventory. Everything of value must be
labelled so it can go to the sale room.

Ronnie, most of this is rubbish.

Yeah, and some of it's rotting.

Get some soap and water to that. Give it
a good scrub. It might turn out to be

Capodimonte. Yeah, and it might not.

I know your game, Peggy. You plan to
pick out the good stuff and sell it off

the side. Well, I won't have it. Do you
want this place cleared or what?

Yeah, of course I do.

Hey, come on, you. You should be
bottling up, not lazing around here

tea. Since when were you the boss?

I thought I was working for Gina, not
you.

Pardon me for breathing.

Dawn, I'm sorry. No, you're right. I'm
not your boss. You can do what you like.

I'm sorry.

What's up?

Today's my mum's birthday.

Would have been.

You mean she's dead?

Three months ago.

I'm sorry, Billy.

What happened?

Cancer.

I nursed her up to the end.

Watched her go.

Oh, Billy.

This is Open Shore.

My name's Sergeant Miller.

This is PC Mason.

Come about his nibs tractor, have you?

Well, it's now to do with us.

Harry Brown had an accident in his Land
Rover this morning. His wife is in

hospital. Someone drained his brake
fluid.

Is Rose all right?

She's sustained a nasty bang to the
head.

We went to see Harry Brown yesterday and
found him having a row with your son.

Oh. Well, there's no novelty in that.
Harry Brown rows with most of his

neighbours most of the time.

Ted?

Ted?

Well, you can ask him what you like,
Sergeant. It's nothing to do with us.

Can you tell us where you were yesterday
evening, Mr Openshaw?

Why should I?

Well, that's easy.

You were with me.

Here, presumably.

No, we went to Whitby.

Did a bit of shopping, had a fish tea,
come home about ten.

Is it true, Mr. Openshaw?

Aye.

Right, then.

Two piles.

Rubbish and stuff that might be
valuable.

What, and that goes on Mr. Smeathers'
list?

No. Nothing goes on that list until I've
seen it.

Any really good stuff you can set aside.

These medals are rubbish.

Hi, Mum.

Hey.

Don't live on your own, are you?

It's just that this house, it's a bit...
Oh, don't be such a big girl's blouse.

No, I've got to go and see old Fred
Armitage. Find a buyer for this

plan to make a tidy profit, are you?

These are all the sheep farmers in the
district.

I see you've put Molly Hope and Sean on
top of the list.

Her late husband was widely respected,
often acted as spokesman for the rest.

She's more or less inherited that
mantle.

What do you make of this son?

Not a lot.

Morose fellow. Too much under his
mother's thumb, if you ask me.

Well, we'll speak to them all, see what
they have to say for themselves.

You know, Muller, to some extent, Harry
Brown's the author of his own

misfortune. He's pulled some strokes,
and if there'd been any proof against

I'd have evicted him.

This isn't a straightforward matter, I
can see that.

But the Browns could have been killed.

We could be talking attempted murder
here.

I appreciate that.

And if there's anything else I can do.

Thank you, my lord.

Right, you lot. You'd better start
knocking on some doors.

Sorry?

You're not exactly pulling your weight,
are ya?

Go on, you're the guard dog!

Is anybody

there?

Mr. Smathers.

Peggy's just left you to it, hasn't she?
I thought as much.

Oh, no, she's just gone to sleep. David,
you're an honest lad and I'm counting

on you. Anything of value, I get to see
it first.

Have you got that?

Uh... She

brought

me up on her own.

That's all I was...

Never had much.

What about your dad?

Dumped her flat before I was born.

Was only able to tour with it.

You must really miss her.

Yeah, well, I don't want to think about
it anymore today.

She wanted me to be happy.

You know I am with a beautiful girl.

You're the best thing that's happened to
me in a long while, you know.

A peddled miles, which ain't came off
twice.

Most of these farms are in the back of
beyond, aren't they? Did you get

anything? Yes, muddy and wet.

What is it with these sheep farms?

Half of them can't speak.

It's just, oh, aye, or... Well, at least
you're in a car.

Well, what do they have to say for
themselves?

No -one makes any bones about disliking
Harry Brown, but they all deny touching

his tractor or Land Rover. Swear they
know nothing about it. Or they just

and swear.

At least now they know we're taking it
seriously.

What about Ted Openshaw?

His mother says that they were in
Whitby, but I saw him that afternoon

sheep. Could have gone later.

She's covering for him.

Well, given what Ashfordly said about
Molly Openshaw, she could be the

ringleader. So you think that Brown's
right and they all ganged up to get rid

him? I do. I think it's time we banged
some heads together.

Right, as I am sure we're all aware,
there have been a number of problems

between neighbouring farmers.

There's only one problem here, my lord,
and he's sitting right there.

Evict him and you've solved your
problem.

What right have you to deprive me of my
livelihood?

I am not here to talk about eviction.

All right.

Listen to me.

Someone drained the brake fluid from
Harry Brown's Land Rover.

Him, his wife and his two little girls
could have been killed. Now, that's

attempted murder.

Now, no -one has the right to take the
law into their own hands.

No -one.

And you'd better take what I'm saying
seriously.

We're all going to jail.

Do I make myself clear? Sergeant,
there's no -one here to put two little

lives at risk, no matter what kind of
villain their father is.

My wife's in hospital because of you
lot, and you call me the villain?

It's no good you standing there
spouting. You should be arresting the

them. Calm down, Harry.

What are you looking at?

He's not looking at anyone, Harry.

Leave him alone.

Where is she?

It's only got a safe thread on it. See,
how could that take all day?

Oh, heck.

What will I do with that? You might wake
up some morning to the sound of

something moving past your window in...

And if you're quick enough to rise
you'll catch the fleeting glimpse of

someone's fading shadow.

I found it at the cottage yesterday.

I think we should give it to Mr
Smethers.

There must be more than 50 quid here.

Well done, lad.

Yeah, well, that money belongs to the
old lady.

Just give it to Mr Smethers, eh?

David, her relish couldn't be bothered
to come over here and give her a decent

send -off. And if we give it to Ronnie
Smethers, it'll end up in his pocket.

Well, yes. No, you did the right thing.

You know, I don't want to go back there.
There's something funny about that

place. Oh, now, don't be so daft.

Come on.

How about a nice fried breakfast?

That'll set you up.

I were in the yard. I saw him.

Bold as brass, he just strolled up and
shot him.

You let me deal with this, OK?

Oh, aye.

He's not the only one with a gun.

Is that what's next, Ted? Your novelist
Landover, now you're going to shoot him.

Ted's done now. He was with me, all
right?

So you say, Mr Zuppenshaw?

Are you calling me a liar, Constable?

I'm warning you that if you retaliate,
you'll both be under lock and key.

Now, you leave this to me.

Sit down.

And then I suggest you tell us what the
ruddy hell you think you're playing at.

I shot a couple of sheep.

So what?

My wife's in hospital with a suspected
skull fracture.

And what have you lot done about it, eh?

Giving the culprits a cozy little
lecture.

There is the small question of evidence.

You haven't exactly given us your full
cooperation.

I can fight my own battles.

Yes, that's what you do, isn't it? Pick
another quarrel, up the ante a bit, all

over a few rotten sheep.

Well, tell that to Molly Openshaw and
her pals.

I never started any of this. I don't
care who started it. I'm finishing it.

Now, I'm issuing you with a formal
caution.

Any more trouble, I'll lock you all up.

And you can pay the Openshaws for those
two sheep.

That's it, then.

I mean it, Brown.

Don't push your luck.

Maybe I should talk to his wife.

See if she can talk some sense into him.

Somebody needs to.

I'm beginning to think that Ashford is
right.

He's his own worst enemy.

Mrs. Smethurst?

Mrs.

Smethurst, is that you?

Just take care of

yourself, love.

Mrs. Upenshaw?

I just popped in to see how Rose was
doing. No law against that, is there?

None at all.

I'm just glad to see you both talking.

We've never not been talking.

It's these men.

Like lads in a schoolyard, more like.

Dangerous lads, though, when they start
draining brake fluid and causing

accidents.

My Ted would never have done out like
that.

Who are you trying to convince, yourself
or us?

I know my own son.

And if he really was with you in Whitby
like you said, then you'd know for

certain. But you don't, do you, Molly?

I've got to go.

Take care.

She told me about the sheep.

I need to get home.

I've got to keep an eye on Harry.

You should talk to him, Rose.

Calm him down.

I know.

And I will.

So, you taking me for a spin later,
then?

Now we're joined at the hippo, eh?

No. I'll leave you to it, sorry I
bothered you.

Any fool could cut the steering rods on
a tractor.

But draining the brake fluid on a Land
Rover, that's more complicated.

Were you aware Ted Openshaw did a motor
mechanics apprenticeship?

No, I wasn't.

Ah, he worked in a garage in Elsenby.
Then when his dad died, he went back to

the farm.

So he definitely knows more about cars
than your average sheep farmer. Thanks,

Bernie. Is our David here?

David?

David!

What are you doing here?

We're supposed to be clearing out Mrs
Brooks' place.

I can't do it. I just can't. What?

That place is haunted. It's all your
fault.

How can it be my fault?

Because you stole her money.

And she's very upset.

Is it?

She's dead. And we've got work to do.

I'm not going back there.

I'm just... I'm not.

All right.

All right.

I'll give the tin to Ronnie.

Do you mean that? Well, I said I would,
didn't I?

That way O 'Reilly's will get her money
and she won't be upset anymore.

Now, does that satisfy you?

Right.

Oh, sweetie.

Billy was really quiet this morning.

Have you and him fallen out?

No. I think he's just got a lot on his
mind, that's all.

Well, I never really took him for the
mood he thought, but he certainly seems

go up and down with the tide.

You do realise he's lost his mum?

She died from cancer a few months back.
I don't think he's got over it.

Oh, I see.

He never mentioned it.

But it's not his fault, Gina.

I think he's trying, but it's just
getting the better of him, that's all.

Well, you've obviously got to know him a
lot better than me.

So, you got something special for me,
then? I think you are going to be dead

pleased.

Now, go back inside, David. We don't
want Ronnie to think we're slacking.

This place has to be cleared by the end
of the week.

It certainly does, cos I booked a
decorator.

You brought me out here for a load of
old medals?

I'm a busy man, Peggy.

I hear you're a fair mechanic, Ted.

Been doing some detective work, have
you, Jock?

I'm a mechanic, so it must be me.

Less of the Jock, if you don't mind.

It's what you are, isn't it?

And how tired does Bobby are?

Don't be, Ted.

People are better sticking to their own
place.

Is that why you hate Harry Brown?

It's why Yorkshire folk should have
Yorkshire coppers, Jock.

I'm a Yorkshire copper.

Born and bred.

So you can answer me.

What the blazes is going on?

Your son doesn't want to answer our
questions.

So we're thinking of taking him down the
nick. This is harassment.

No, this is us trying to get to the
truth, Molly.

We won't rest until we do.

Ted's done now. He was with me.

And I'll say so to the bench if I have
to.

Well, you may have to.

And if you lie, that'll be perjury.

You need to think about that.

If you just tell me... Joanne, leave it,
ma 'am.

It's all right.

Yeah.

Where is he, eh?

I want to see him right now.

What's going on, Harry?

I said, where is he?

Well, he's not here. He's gone out.

He's not behind your skirts this time.

What's he done?

Just because I shot a couple of sheep
doesn't mean he can walk into my house

steal my gun.

Ted wouldn't do that.

Ted, that's it. That's your Ted all
over, and you know it.

And this time he's going to get more
than he bargained for.

And I don't care if I go to jail for it.

Harry, wait up!

Look, sorry I've been a bit... No,
you've... You've got a lot on your

can see that. It's fine.

I really like you.

And that was never part of the plan.

What plan?

You're a very special girl.

One would have approved.

Look, Billy.

You all right, Mrs. Brooks?

Mr. Smethurst has got your money now.

Come in.

You've got to do something. Harry
Brown's run mad.

If he gets hold of my Ted, there's bound
to be bloodshed.

Where is Ted?

I don't know.

He goes off.

I don't know where.

Harry reckons Ted's stolen his shotgun.

Has he?

No.

I don't know.

He's not a bad lad, Constable Mason,
but... He keeps himself to himself,

has. Was he really with you in Whitby
like he said?

No.

But he'd never hurt Rose and the girls.

Maybe he thought that Harry had been the
Land Rover by himself.

You've got to stop this before somebody
gets killed.

I'll go over to Harry's.

Now, I'll not be long.

You can take it easy.

Follow the hospital's instructions.

And you're going to follow my
instructions, Harry Brown, and stay

Ted Harper's sure stolen my gun.

I'm just going to go and have a word
with him.

Not tonight.

It'll keep.

Aye, well.

Maybe. Daddy!

Daddy! Quick!

What's up?

The autom...

We were

looking.

A lad appeared from nowhere and got
Harry out.

Did you know him?

I think I've seen him in village.

Good looking.

Rides a motorcycle?

Seems like the new barman at the pub.

This whole thing has got totally out of
hand.

Well, this is the longer after and the
back dodge.

Right. Find Ted open, sure.

Bring him in for questioning.

Very tight.

I've had enough of this.

I've given the money to Ronnie. What
more can I do?

Oh, I don't know.

This is ridiculous, this is. Look!

There is an angry ghost in that house.
It's chased deep... Look, if you don't

believe me, why don't you go and look
yourself?

What are you doing?

It's time I moved on.

Because of us?

No.

No, don't look. It's got nothing to do
with us.

I like you.

I really do.

Have you told Gina?

No.

I need to come back. What has happened,
Billy? You can't just leave without

giving any notice.

I've made a mess of everything.

And worse than that, I've let my mum
down.

No, you haven't. You did your best for
her.

I didn't.

And you don't know the heart of it.

Stop, Billy.

Will you sit down with me?

I don't know how to about any fire.

I went over to Hiltonby about four.

For a darts match.

Or in a pub all evening.

Four?

Funny time for a darts match.

OK.

I've been seeing this girl.

Does she have a name?

Sheila.

The thing is, she's got a kiddie.

Not been married and... My mum, she
wants to prove of it.

And you were with this girl?

I see her as often as I can.

I ain't got much, so I take him out,
treat him.

You'd better write down her full name
and address so we can check it out.

Are you going to tell my mum?

Just having the one lad, I don't know
what I've done wrong.

Probably nothing.

Another cuppa?

Right,

he's free to go.

It's not him, then?

No.

Where the hell were you, then?

Oh, Mum, let's just go. I'll tell you
later.

Tell me what?

You were the death of me, Ted Openshaw.

Oh, come on, Mum.

I almost feel sorry for him.

This lad that rescued Ali from the fire,
he's certainly an important witness.

It could be the new barman from the pub,
Dad. He's got a motorbike.

Check him down.

Stay for now. Don't decide anything in a
rush. Give yourself time to calm down.

Yeah, you're right.

I don't know what you must think of me.

All this carrying on.

Come on!

I'd better get on.

Don't say anything to Gina.

Of course not.

I never knew you had a gun.

You live in the country, you should
learn to shoot.

David, you go in.

There's something up there.

David, come and have a look.

Oh!

There's your ghost.

She was just protecting her young.

I was hoping to see your lad.

Billy, is it?

Dawn? Give him a shout.

It's me.

Some bloke downstairs wants to see you.

Sheep farmer guy.

Yeah, I know. I just saw him drive up.

I can't talk to him now.

Could you just tell him I've gone out?

Please?

It's sort of embarrassing.

Just stay in your room.

You were so lucky he was passing by, eh?
Aye, I know.

Aye.

Billy saved his life.

Rescued him from a fire.

A fire? What fire?

Last night, the outdoors were ablaze.

That came in and pulled me out.

I'd have been deadly for him.

And he just disappeared into thin air.

Harry wants to thank him.

Aye.

Why don't you just go on up, Harry?

Oh, right.

Thanks.

Gina said I could come up now. I hope
you don't.

That's my gun.

Where did you get it?

I should have let you burn.

That was the plan.

Now give me that gun.

No.

It was Harry Brown that told us about
the fire.

But Billy said nothing to you.

What was that?

Billy's got a gun.

Stay here. Call the station for backup.

Billy!

It's Joe Mason!

Leave me alone!

You could have killed me!

Billy, just put the gun down.

Next one's going straight through his
head.

That you're not a killer, Billy.

You set that fire.

But you couldn't go through with it,
could you?

He's the killer. I've never killed
anyone.

Yes, you have.

Stella Garrett.

Don't you even remember her name?

Stella Garrett?

You've got her pregnant and dumped her
flat.

I haven't seen her for nigh on 20 years.

She never told me she were pregnant.

You're a liar.

You left her.

And all her life she struggled.

She was my mother.

I watched her die.

You're Stella's son?

She died.

I'm not going to lose my ball this time.

Billy, look, she wouldn't want this.

You pulled him out of that fire.

That was the right thing to do.

No, it wasn't.

She never even told me she were
pregnant.

Oh, you're an apology, Peggy. You were
right about those medals.

Medals? In the tin. I had them valued.

They were all pretty worthless except
one.

Apparently, old Mrs. Brooks' husband won
a Victoria Cross and sent it to London

to be auctioned. I should have bet you'd
tidy some.

You're all right, Peggy.

You look like you've seen a ghost.

I'll be outside.

I came to Aidensfield to settle with
him.

I'm never meant to get involved with
anyone.

Did it mean anything to you, then?

You and me?

It's all just turned out a mess.

You'll be up before the bench in the
morning.

But Harry's told me he intends to put in
a plea of mitigation on your behalf.

What does that mean?

A suspended sentence with a bitter look.

You've got to believe me, Billy.

Your mother never kept in touch.

If I'd known about you, I'd have never
have left.

You're my son.

Looks like people are making an effort.

The wars of the roses are over, Harry.

Yes, she's right.

Time we all learn to be better
neighbours.

Is that ever going to work?

Rose Brown is a very determined woman.

Come on, cheer up.

It sounds like Billy might settle round
here now and farm with his dad.

We'll be able to see him then.

No, I don't think so.

Here we are.

The police house certainly needs a cat.

And the pub.

Can you give them away then, Peggy?

Five bob apiece, to cover us expenses.

Oh, that one likes you a lot.

Oh, definitely.

Come here. Who was kissing and cuddling
in front of the barbecue?

Only our local Bobby, Joe Mason.

I'd be more than happy to pop round and
do a bit of cleaning for you.

This spare bedroom.

Never used.

Don't want to alarm you, but your post
office may be the target for an armed

gang. You're a bit late, darling.

We're already here.