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

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

It says here. Believe it when we see it,
eh?

If you've not left home yet, then you're
probably late. So sit down, drink your

tea and take a knee.

Yeah.

Jackie?

Hello, Rob.

Long time.

Come in.

Sparsely, bitch.

Right. Which end?

Cheers, Jeff.

And your name, sir?

Tap. Tap.

Thank you.

Reported sighting their body on Sparsely
Beach, Sarge.

Better get on to the coroner's officer,
then.

Oh, he's in York, Sergeant.

We initially deal with the bodies
ourself here.

Like everything else, it seems.

Funny.

Seeing you in uniform.

Who'd have thought it?

Leader of the Bateman Street Scrumping
Gang turned out a copper.

Well, we were only seven or eight.

So how long are you back in Aidensfield
for?

Had a bus stop with my husband.

Brought the kids there. Stayed at my
mum's for a bit.

Sorry to hear that.

About the bus stop, not staying with
your mum.

Actually, Rob, the reason I called...

It's to do with our Tony.

Well, your brother.

Well, he's still inside, isn't he?

Excuse me.

Aidensfield Police?

Right.

Yeah, what's your address, madam?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know that.

Yeah, I'll be straight round.

OK. Bye now.

Mrs Beardsley.

Kids nicking milk off a doorstep again.

Moved on from apples these days, then.

Sorry, Jackie.

No, no, you... You must do your job.

Look, why don't I buy you a drink this
evening? We'll catch up then.

Yeah, that'd be lovely.

Thanks.

The doctor's beaten us to it.

She's here already.

She?

Dr Trent.

From Aidensfield.

I didn't know she was a police doctor.

No job for a woman.

Car crashes, stabbing, suicides.

Women doctors should stick to maternity
wards.

Trauleman.

Check overboard.

These have been rough lately.

Could he have died by drowning?

I can't speculate on the cause of death
yet.

He does have some injuries.

Abrasions, heavy bruising to the head.

Angle of his foot indicates a possible
fracture.

Maybe the victim of an assault?

Injuries are more consistent with a
fall.

More likely from a cliff than a boat.

He's been in the water two days, I'd
say.

Any idea who it is?

Check his pocket.

Doesn't seem to have anything on him at
all.

I'll have a quiet word with the
bereaved.

Then I'll give you the note.

Who?

Good morning, madam.

Scripps Funeral Services.

Yes?

I'm here to collect the deceased.

Your husband?

My husband?

Mr Albert Walters.

No, you've got the wrong address. This
is Grantham Avenue, not Greencroft.

Who is it, love?

What do you want?

My husband's sat in there. You can take
him by all means if you like.

Do forgive me. I'm sorry.

I don't know what you're playing at.
This is Brantham, haven't you? We need

Greencroft.

I asked you if it was the right role
before we turned into it.

Don't make excuses. Go on, get in, get
your foot down. We'll be late.

So the doctor had no information about
the body?

No.

No ID, no wallet, no coins, car keys,
house keys.

Strange.

Well, he could have fallen out of his
pockets while he was at sea.

It's odd that there's nothing.

Well, he's not local.

Under that lockdown there, since we know
where he is.

And we've work to do.

Good evening, Oscar.

Oh, you can speak, then.

Sorry. I was going to load you this
morning when you came out of the

You just ignored me.

I'm having one of those days. Sorry,
Oscar.

Right, you ready for another one?

No, thanks, David, no, no.

I'm off. I've got a bit of a headache
coming on.

Hi.

He's been having a few headaches lately.

Really?

Yeah,

I've seen him screw his eyes up with the
pain, like that.

Well, perhaps he's practising his
Chairman Mao impressions.

Who? Oh, never mind.

Yeah.

He was washed ashore.

No idea who he is.

Bit of a mystery, then, eh?

There's another one.

Goose the brunette with rope.

He were always dead strong, I'll tell
you.

But when he bought that motorboat in
Whitby, trips round the bay and that, I

thought he might settle down.

He went bust or something, didn't he?

I haven't insured it.

Motor failed, came to grief on the
rocks.

I haven't fully paid for it either.

Needed money, got in with the wrong
crowd.

Given four years for robbery.

He was due for release.

What?

Tony being Tony, when a warder gave him
a hard time, he clocked him one.

Lost his remission.

Our lesson is, don't go round hitting
prison warders.

I've been to see him.

He wants to do a deal.

He's picked up some information on a
robbery being planned.

A robbery.

Big one.

Somewhere around here.

He'll tell about it if he can have his
early release back.

If he has information that will help us
prevent a robbery, it would obviously go

in his favour.

He wants a guarantee.

Well, it's not down to me, Jackie.

When and where is this robbery going to
take place?

He's keeping that to himself.

Pretty soon, I gather.

And how genuine is the information?

Tony reckons it's solid.

There's definitely something big being
planned.

Go, go, come on, come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on, come on, come
on,

come on, come

on,

come on, come on One of

those days. Again?

You're right. It was one of those days
yesterday as well.

And the day before. In fact, it's not
just one of those days. It's lots and

of those days.

Every day, in fact.

I don't know.

I think something's wrong with him.

Oh, his description didn't match any
local reported missing persons. Check

neighbouring forces.

And why did it necessary?

No reports from shipping.

No crew or passengers overboard,
Sergeant.

Bellamy, you and PC Younger do a patrol
of the coastal area where the body was

found. See if anybody witnessed
anything.

Oh, and check out the local B &B as
well.

Sergeant. Alf, go to the press to run
the story.

Mention the tattoo.

Sarge, I can have a word.

Eh?

I obviously haven't talked to him
myself, but his sister's sure the

information's genuine.

Should we act on the word of a convicted
felon's sister?

I've known her all my life.

As far as I'm aware, she's honest.

Are you in the habit of cultivating
relationships with criminal families?

It's not like that.

I went to school with Jackie and Tony.

Oh, so you're on first -name terms with
them as well, are you?

Walker, with that uniform comes certain
responsibilities.

I don't want my officers getting chummy
with criminals, drinking with their

families. All right?

We have information regarding a robbery,
Sergeant.

What are we going to do about it?

For a start, we're not doing any deals
with that jailbird friend of yours.

Well, sure, but shouldn't we alert HQ?

And tell them what?

That there's going to be a robbery?

It's a bit Vera Lynn, isn't it?

Don't know where, don't know when.

Should I be through the inquiry, then?

Talk to Jackie Pointer, try to find out
more.

No.

You stay away from her.

If you've got any information, you can
pass it on.

Now, let's get on with some actual
police work, shall we?

The pathologist hasn't finished yet, but
I can tell you he was already dead

before he entered the sea.

So he was killed and then thrown in?

Not necessarily.

I can't tell you how he entered the
water.

He died from a brain hemorrhage
resulting from head injuries.

A blow to the head?

Possibly. Or a fall from height.

He could say a fallen from a cliff, died
on the beach and been taken out to sea

on the tide.

Did he fall or was he pushed?

I won't be able to answer that.

Or did he jump?

Might it have been suicide?

Maybe. Any progress in identifying him?

Well, we were hoping you might have come
up with something.

CID can't even get fingerprints.

Been in the water too long.

You could try dental records.

Yes, I am aware of the procedures.

Not entirely sure I like her manner.

Hello,

Rob.

Fully recovered now?

Yes, thanks.

Excuse me a second, Sarge.

Glad to see you're back at work.

It's all thanks to your expert personal
care nurse, Owen.

Look, I'll phone you. Oh, please do.

I'd rather you sorted out your social
life in your own time, Walker.

Yes, Sarge.

Another responsibility that goes with
that uniform is to behave in a fitting

manner. And that doesn't include
canoodling with females in a public car

Right then.

Why don't you start down there, and I'll
begin here.

There you go.

I know

somewhere,

someday.

Thanks for driving up here. That's all
right.

I was enjoying the view.

My sergeant isn't too keen for me to be
seen with you in public.

Why not?

You come from a criminal family.

I've never done that wrong in my life,
apart from scrumping apples with you.

I know, I know.

He's a bit old school.

And he's ruled out any possibility of a
deal.

Scorped him. He deserved to be it.

All Tony wants is a fair relief date.

That screw robbed him of his remission.

He should just tell us what he knows.

We'll put in a good word.

He wants more than promises.

All right.

How much do you know about the robbery?

Nothing.

My hands are tired unless I had more to
go on.

I'll make sure Tony gets all the credit.

Come on, Jack.

All right.

He let's flip the robbery for dude from
Posh Country out.

That's honestly as much as I know.

What are they planning to take?

Antiques? Furniture? Paintings? I don't
know.

When's it planned for? I don't know,
Rob.

Is it definitely in the theory? Yes.

That's why Tony thought you could do
something.

Cheer up, Jess.

Last one before lunchtime.

Should hope so.

I'm starving.

Hello. PC Bellamy, Ashfordly Police.

We wondered if you'd seen anyone of this
description who'd stayed here recently.

Oh.

Anything on there that rings any bells.

Oh, I'd forgotten how lovely it was
round here.

Do you remember when we used to come up
here with the gang to smoke fags and

that?

I really fancied you, you know.

Really?

I never knew.

Teenage, is there?

It's a lovely view anyway.

Yeah.

Sorry, Jackie, I've got to go.

She described his tattoo exactly.

He definitely stayed there.

He went out four days ago and she hasn't
seen him since.

Name?

Oh, he said it was George Matthews. Now,
I've checked the home

address that he gave. It was false and
the name could be too. And there was

nothing of interest in the room.

And if he's not George Matthews, we're
no further on. Oh, well, there was one

thing. A woman phoned the B &B and asked
for him after he disappeared.

Did the landlady get her name?

Reckoned it was an aggrieved wife.

She gets a few of those.

She said she'd put the woman on to us if
she did call again.

Sounds promising.

Good work.

How did you get on, Walker?

Nothing on the cliff top, Sarge.

No sign of any newly broken fences or
freshly crumbled coastline.

Or anyone who saw anything.

Actually, Sarge, can I have another
word?

I thought I told you to stay away from
that family.

Well, more information came to light. I
thought you should be informed.

What, that the robbers are targeting a
country house?

We could draw up a list of likely
vulnerable places on our patch.

It could be anywhere in the North
Riding.

You are asking for a huge commitment of
manpower based solely on a prison

rumour. I'm sure this is more than a
rumour. Why?

Because you went to school with him?

I don't want any more time wasted on
this. I want you out on the beat, doing

something useful.

Understood?

I'm starving.

Now what's wrong with your appetite,
then?

Well, it's just you've been having a lot
of headaches lately.

Hardly surprising, having you and David
working for me.

Right, what can I get you?

Cheese sandwich takeaway, please, Dina,
and some advice.

Oh? On what?

Make -up.

I've got a date.

Brilliant. Who is?

Well, I'm not saying quite yet.

But the thing is, well, I'm not very
good at doing myself up all nice like

you know.

Well, I'm no expert either, but I can
give you a few tips if you like.

Oh, that'd be brilliant.

And what about you?

No, I never bother with make -up.

Food, Bernie.

What special has you got on?

Yeah, of the bottom one.

Good choice.

Homemade. Very nice.

Maybe you should go to the doctor. Get
him checked out.

What? The headaches.

I'm fine, Rosemary.

Yes,

madam, this is Ashfordly Police Station.

I see.

No,

yes, yes, we know about that.

Sarge, this is Mrs. Sugden, the woman
that Phil mentioned who phoned the B &B.

Of course.

Look, Mrs. Sugden, I think it would be
better if you had a word with our

sergeant.

Yes, Mrs. Sugden.

Well, I suppose Tony could be trying to
mislead you for some reason.

What would he gain?

If he's lying, he'll only get in deeper
trouble.

You can't get Sergeant Miller to see
that, though.

Well,

nobody in the job likes doing deals with
criminals.

Come on, Oscar.

We take info from snouts all the time.
What's the difference?

Well, I have to admit, my instinct would
be the same as yours, but don't look to

me to persuade him.

I'm not exactly top of his hit parade,
am I?

Look, thanks. I just needed to talk it
through with someone.

Hey, uh, a word of advice.

If you pursue this against his orders,
you'd better be careful.

One of my police officers will meet you
at the hospital tomorrow.

Poor woman.

But it looks like we have an I .D.

He's not George Matthews, he's George
Arthur Sugden and he's from Burnley.

Well, if you see a fancy woman, he's
playing a long way from home.

Well, if that is the case, it's none of
our business.

Let Bellamy and Younger know that we've
got a possible ID.

You'd better let Walker know as well.

Where is he just now?

He's out of radio range, up in the
moors. He's running a check on outlying

farms.

Hello, Tony.

Yeah.

Drinking the pitchers would be great.

After being by 12, mind.

OK. See you soon. Bye.

I was just taking a couple of messages.

Didn't realise you popped out.

I was waiting for some chips.

I'm famished.

Revenue. Oh.

Right.

I want my character.

and guarantee a relief.

I can't give you that.

Bye, Bob.

Nice to see you.

Sit down, Tony.

Decisions on remission are for prison
authorities and the courts, not the

police.

You lot can use your influence.

Wheels within wheels.

We can't do a deal, Tony.

But we can put in a word if information
you've provided has been of help.

or want my solicitor to have something
in writing.

Look, if you don't tell us about this
robbery, you remain here serving a full

sentence, right?

But if you do help us, there's every
chance it can go in your favour.

At least that way you're in with a
shout.

It's got to make sense, yeah?

In prison you learn the value of things.

A bar of salt, a couple of ciggies.

What I've got in here is worth a hell of
a lot.

This rubber is big.

I'm not letting you have it for nothing.

All right, how do I know if you're
straight?

It's definitely on.

Trust me.

When?

I heard they had a hitch.

But as they say in cinema, come home.

How come you know so much about it,
being stuck in here?

Let's just say I was approached for
advice.

What about?

That'll be telling.

I'm in danger in here. If anyone finds
out I crossed up a job, I need a

guarantee of release, and I can't give
you that.

Fine.

In a couple of days, you lot are going
to look really stupid.

Morning. Oh, hiya.

Just popped over to see how you're fixed
for a make -up lesson before your hot

date.

That'd be great. I'll see you about
seven then.

Right.

How's Bernie?

Has he recovered?

He's not in yet.

How do you mean recovered?

He was upset, Tommy.

What upset Tommy?

Well, he ordered spaghetti yesterday and
he never touched it. Said his stomach

was playing up, couldn't face food at
all.

Well, he never stood out to me.

In fact, he wolfed down a bag of chips
yesterday afternoon.

Did he?

Yeah. I'm surprised that he had that...
What is it? Spaghetti Davies.

Yeah, because he hates foreign food.

Well, I do too, really.

I mean, have you ever had that?

Scabetti. Because it takes ages to chop
it all up.

I'm really worried about him, you know.
Why?

He's not been himself lately, has he?

It's like he's in a trance most of the
time.

He's a nasty little hero in hell.

Bernie's all the signs of a serious
illness.

Hey,

Rob.

You know,

Little Bird told me that you paid
somebody a visit yesterday.

Yeah, I got nowhere.

But it's convinced me more than ever
that this robbery's going to take place.

I don't know, Oscar. What do you reckon?

Look, Alf and I are civilians.

We know the patch.

Why don't we draw up a list of houses,
check the likely targets, and warn them?

Well, that could help.

Are you sure?

I would enjoy it.

Neither of us have really taken to
retirement.

We like a bit of action.

Poor old Bernie.

We're worried about you.

There's nothing wrong with me.

Why don't you pop in and see Dr Trent
for a chat?

Let her know how you've been lately.

Yes, I'm fine.

Absolutely fine.

Talking to a doctor will put your mind
at rest.

And you might get a lollipop.

I got one of those when I went for those
tests.

When I was little.

I'm not going for any tax.

I pay you two to work. Just get on with
it.

Compound a list of the most likely ones
that Rob won't get.

OK, Oscar, we'll look into it for you.

Into what?

Oh, just kids riding bikes on pavement
and elderly customers complained.

Nothing serious, Sergeant.

Aidensfield.

Shouldn't Walker be dealing with that?

Where is he, anyway?

I was on patrol.

Wasn't he supposed to be up in the moor
yesterday?

I believe so, yes.

Only I've just had a phone call from a
farmer.

Mr Talbot.

Had a sheep run down by a car.

Says he hasn't seen a policeman up there
in weeks.

Contact Walker.

Get him in here.

But for now, as a precaution, check all
your lockpicks, Victor. Control to Delta

Alpha 2 -4. And if you see anyone
suspicious hanging around, let me know,

Control to Delta Alpha 2 -4.

Receiving. Go ahead, Alf.

Sergeant Miller requests you to come to
the station.

Wants a word.

What can I do for you?

Well, it's not me. It's Bernie Scripps.
We're a bit concerned about him.

Oh?

His appetite's all over the place. He's
been getting headaches.

He's just not himself lately.

Really? Yeah, and Rosie's been reading
this magazine.

She reckons he's shown symptoms of a
brain tumour.

She shouldn't get carried away by a
silly magazine.

I will try and talk to him, though.

Thanks, Helen.

Oh, work.

Don't say I've said anything, will you?

He's really touchy about his health.

OK.

Ta -ra.

Yeah, well, you can cross Smilton Grange
off your list, Alf.

It's practically falling down.

OK, now, I'll try leading to the house
up in Scarborough Head next.

Jed Talbot from Top End Farm rang about
a dead sheep.

Dead sheep?

Walker, my office.

Now.

Hello, Oscar.

Duke, enough.

Stay.

Hello, George.

What brings you out here?

Oh, just helping out old colleagues.

How did you get on yesterday, up on the
moor?

I didn't manage to get round all the
farms, Sarge.

What about Top End Farm?

No, I didn't get out that far.

Didn't get very far at all, did you?

Sarge? Don't come to the innocent with
me!

I've formed round several farms.

Nobody saw you out there at all
yesterday.

Which begs the question, where were you?

If you've skived off work, you're in
serious trouble, Constable. I didn't

off.

I pursued an inquiry.

Which inquiry?

I went to see Tony Pointer.

You see, there's been a whisper that a
robbery's been planned targeting a large

house in this area. We're just warning
people to be on their guard.

Oh, thanks, but as you can see, we're
pretty well covered.

Guarded round the clock, alarm systems,
that's the state of the art, the lot.

Why so much security?

Well, Mr Vogel, the owner's Swiss.

International banker.

This place is like Fort Knox.

What he didn't know about security isn't
worth knowing, I can tell you.

So this wall goes all the way around,
does it?

Yeah, well, apart from the back.

Nature provided that one.

Oh, the garden's back onto the cliffs.

Seagulls only that way.

Well, thanks, George.

I could end your career for this.

Are you aware of that?

Yes, Sergeant.

So, did you get anything out of Pointer?

He wasn't prepared to talk without a
deal.

So we know no more than we did.

No. It's not a lot to throw away your
career on, is it?

I'm going to give you one last chance.

I want an absolute assurance that from
now on, you will stick to orders.

I mean it.

Forget this robbery.

Understood?

Understood.

I've got a job for you.

A message said that he's coming to the
hospital to formally identify the body

the beach.

I want you to attend.

Now listen carefully when the vicar
tells us the order of service. I don't

another dog's dinner of a funeral.

Said he'd be here.

Yeah, he's all around the graveyard.

Oh.

Yeah.

like you, really.

I mean, not me, but I quite like driving
the hearse and that.

That's great, I mean, you don't have to
tear around like you do in the taxi.

Mr Scribbs?

Mr Scribbs?

What are you doing down there?

What do you think, you daft ape, that I
fell in?

Come here, give me your hand.

Thanks.

What do you do that for?

I have things on my mind.

Well, they've all been pretty unlikely
so far, Alf.

Either too much security or nothing
worth nicking.

I'm beginning to see Miller's point.

It's a bit of a needle in a haystack,
this.

Could tell it sometimes as you were on
the beach, Oscar.

Never mind.

There's only ten more to go.

Oh, thank you, Alf.

Right, we'll keep an eye out for it.

They're driving on pavements again.

Dogs fouling footpaths out.

We get all the big stuff here, eh?

I don't think it's broken.

You'd better have an X -ray, though.

I'm going to hospital myself. I could
give you a lift.

Thank you, Doctor.

How did the fall occur?

Did you trip over something?

No, just one concentrating.

Didn't see the hole.

Why the lack of concentration?

Something on your mind?

No, not really.

Is there anything bothering you?

No.

Health -wise, you're not in pain or
concerned about anything?

No, just his arm.

Mrs Subden's finally arrived.

Is she OK?

Hello, Bernie.

Been in the wars?

Aye. Got to have an X -ray.

But look.

Hello. Hello.

Still waiting?

They're not going to be much longer. I'm
parched.

There's a WVS lady with a tea trolley in
casualty.

That's great.

Thanks, Doctor.

Bernie, hang on a moment.

What does that sign say?

That sign?

Yes, the bottom one.

Why? Never mind why, what does it say?

Radiology.

It says pathology.

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

You're short -sighted, aren't you?

I'm really very sorry, Mrs Thurden.

It must be a terrible shock.

I knew it was bound to happen sooner or
later.

There's no secret what George got up to.

Well, you lot must know.

I don't want this affecting the way they
treat him.

I want him to have a proper funeral.

Of course.

Tell me about George.

Fancy lost his job.

He took to crime.

They've done time.

You think he may have been here on a
job?

He never told me anything.

All I got was his B &B number.

When I rang, I was to ask for George. No
surname.

It's still a puzzle to us how he died.

The doctor thinks it may have been a
fall.

That sounds right.

He was a steeplejack by trade.

Delta Alpha 2 port of control.

Go ahead, Rob.

Sugden's got four mouth.

Get all your cannon in from CRO.

Out.

30 years since your last eye test.

I don't want to have to wear glasses.

It's my public image.

What will people think?

You're a funeral director, Bernie, not a
film star.

I've got my customers who want somebody
who looks like he can see what he's

doing. It's all to do with perception.

It's to do with being able to see where
you're going.

I'm arranging you an eye test today.

Besides, I think you'll be even more
distinguished in glasses.

Burglary? Housebreaking.

It seemed that Hoogland specialises a
cat burglar.

Used to work on mill chimneys, took to
crime, used his skill to break into tall

buildings.

Right. Are there any houses on your list
with towers or anything you might need

to climb to get into?

Hang on.

I'll stick around then.

Er, Leadington House. It's by the sea.

Go on.

Er... Well, it has high walls on three
sides, 24 -hour security, a sheer cliff

face on the other, which Sugden could
have been practising on when he fell to

his death.

Now, if he was taken out of a tide from
Leadington, it's a fair bet that he'd

have ended up where he did.

But Leadington Beach you can only get on
to when it's a low, neat tide.

Like it is this evening.

Who owns Leadington House?

Well, he's a Swiss banker.

Must have got to be.

That's the place they're going to head.

Good luck.

You are really trying my patience.

What's your actual evidence?

It's a strong hunch.

Based on the facts we know.

Like what?

We know Sigmund fell to his death and
was swept into the sea.

To clutch him at straws.

He had form.

Tony Pointer said there'd been a
setback. That could have been Sigmund's

Could have been.

Tony was approached for advice.

He knows this area. Knows about boats.

They need a boat to pull this off.

Look, even if your mate Pointer is to be
believed, there is no evidence that the

target is Levington House.

It's a Swiss banker's place. It's got to
be a prime target.

Tony said he'd be within two days.

It's a neat time to feed him.

All right.

Sergeant Miller.

Ashfordly Police.

Your mate's already been to warn me
about a robbery.

Mate? Oscar Blaketon. He came earlier.

Oh, did he?

Where's the owner of the place?

Mr Vogel?

They're broad on business.

There's nobody at home.

What's the security like around here?

First rate.

They'd need a Sherman tank to get in
here.

What about the cliffs at the back?

They'd have to be pretty good climbers.

I'm at these gates.

Get over there, man.

Younger, round the back.

Where's the safe?

It's through there.

That's right.

Come here.

Three of you, help me.

Now!

And how about you do that, Jonathan?

Me neither, Sarge.

Well done, Walker.

Go on, then.

There you go.

What do you reckon?

Wow.

What do you think?

I think whoever this mystery man is is a
very, very lucky fella.

Well, you'll know soon enough.

That's if he doesn't stand me up.

He's not here.

Look, it's early yet. I'll get you to
drink.

Well, you're looking lovely tonight,
Rosie.

Who's the lucky man?

She's not letting on, Oscar.

Sorry I'm late.

Pint, please, Gina.

And whatever Rose is having.

Oscar will get it. I'm busy.

Satisfactory results all round last
night.

HQ are very pleased.

Good.

I am not pleased, however, that Oscar
Blaketon helped you.

As a pavilion, he wasn't disobeying any
orders, Sarge.

I don't want that sort of thing going
on.

It shouldn't be necessary to go behind
my back.

I think we understand each other a bit
better now.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I've indicated in my report that we had
a tip -off from a prisoner.

Good for you.

Considering Tony didn't really help you
at all.

Well, he did, indirectly.

If you hadn't have approached me, we
would never have known about it.

You're a good bloke, Rob.

I wish I'd known you'd fancied me all
those years ago.

I'll miss you.

I'm going to give my marriage another
go.

Not for the first time and probably not
for the last.

Good. I hope things work out.

Thanks.

Claire.

Claire. This is Jackie.

Jackie, Claire.

Hello. Don't worry, love.

I'm just an old friend.

And I'm off now anyway.

Was I interrupting something?

Of course not.

Only need one pair of healing hands at a
time.

And get the drinks.

Please, Gina. Here he is, the one -armed
bandit.

Nothing broken, then, I gather, Bernie?

It'll be fine.

I know you're a funeral director,
Bernie, but jumping into the graves,

bit over the top, isn't it?

Well, that won't be happening again.

Ta -da!

Hey. A temporary tomb and new ones are
ready.

Hey, very nice. They suit your glasses.

Well, at least I'll be able to read your
menu.

Well, that's how I always screw in your
eyes, old man.

Aye, that's right, David.

To truth! Is that what you look like?

Hey, Bernie, you think that's a shock
wait till you see your Vernon?

Derek Ford, Inspector of Taxes. Has he
stopped the knocking? The smile never

left his face.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because you're next on his list.

That's what you owe us in back tax.

I can't pay this.

Or anything like it.

I think he's gone missing. Well, after
that tax inspector left, he seemed right

bothered.