All language subtitles for heartbeat_s15e04_mastermind

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

Harvey, what does a love kiss say in my
memory?

Hello, Doctor.

What are you doing here, then?

I was passing.

What's going on? Well, they're training
for the match.

It's the Ashfordly section against the
Richmond lads. It's for police charity.

I see.

Right,

come on. Let's go there, lads. All
right.

Well, that's all they said.

Phil,

where are we going for one, then?

Not tonight, Al. Just going to get back,
make sure Miller still remembers that

I've got to have time off for the game.

All right.

Hiya.

See you down at the pub later, then.

That'll be nice.

Can I sell you the ticket?

It's not exactly Liverpool and Everton,
but it is in a good cause.

And these are two police teams, are
they?

Well, between you and me, a bit of a
grudge match, actually.

Well, I must say, it is irresistibly
attractive, the thought of watching two

teams of policemen kicking each other to
bits.

How much?

Ten bob a ticket, and that includes
being taken there and back by coach and

hot pot supper back here later.

Cheaper, twice the price.

And your name is?

Hallows. Albert Hallows.

Are you just visiting, are you? No, I
just moved in.

Fairfield Old Folk's home.

Other side of the village.

Oh, I see.

So, how are the tickets going?

Well, not brilliant, to be honest.

See, a lot of people can't get off work,
even if it is half -day closing.

Apart from which, I've been that busy
behind the bar, I haven't been able to

push it much.

Well, look, if it would help, I'll take
the list and the tickets around the pub

for you.

Oh, that'd be great if you would.

Honey, make sure you get the money out
of them first, will you?

Your wish is my command, dear lady.

Ta?

No, I have a pen, thank you.

Jeff?

How's your team shaping up?

Great, thanks, Jeff.

In fact, that lot from Richmond won't
know what's hit them.

See, what you have to realise is that
basically, soccer is a very simple game,

and it's all about getting your team to
do the simple things well.

A word, Bellamy?

Yes, Sarge.

Big soccer match of yours.

Yes, Sarge. It's on Wednesday, right?

Oh, yeah.

You thinking of coming and watching us,
are you, Sarge?

I shall be otherwise engaged, as indeed
will you, probably.

Sarge?

Well, you haven't forgotten that you
have to be at the asylum that day as

arresting officer in the Martin Phillips
case.

Well, no, Sarge, but it'll be in the
morning, won't it? We have to be there

the morning, but there's no guarantee
it'll be here before lunch.

Besides, I'm the coach.

I have to be there.

Will you tell the judge that, or shall
I?

Right.

David, if that face of yours gets any
longer, people will start tripping over

it.

What the heck's the matter with you?

I've got to go to court next Wednesday.

That's what's the matter with me.

Ah.

Why? What have you been up to now, then?

Nothing. I've been called up for that
jury duty service thing.

Oh, I see.

In fact, I was wondering, you know, like
with you being an ex -policeman, like,

just wondering if you knew any way that
I could get out of it.

Point one, David, you can't.

And point two, if I knew how you could,
I wouldn't tell you. Because I believe

that anyone who's called up for jury
service is obligated to serve.

That's why I call it.

Jury duty.

So good luck.

I'm afraid that's the best I can do for
you, my dear.

You've done brilliant, Mr Hallows.
Thanks very much.

Well, can I get you another drink? On
the house, of course. No, no, no. I'd

better get back.

Matron can get very cross if you're late
rolling up for cocoa.

It might confine me to barracks.

Oh, right.

See you again soon, though. Right.

See you. Ta -ra.

Bye -bye.

So, what did he say?

Oh, nothing much good.

Oh, well, try and look on Brightside.

What Brightside?

Well, look, they're going to give you
some travel expenses.

I'm sure we can find a way of jacking
them up a bit. A bit of creative

accounting.

I didn't know you could play football.

Oh, I wouldn't put it as strongly as
that.

I just happened to get roped into it by
Phil, that's all.

Who sees himself as the next Alf
Randall, by the way.

So you're going to come and watch?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Just as long as you're not expecting any
Bobby Chartmans out there.

Oh, Lottie, you should be in bed, you
naughty girl. I wanted to watch the end

the horror film, but fell asleep halfway
through.

And just as Bella Lugosi was about to
sink his fangs into her.

Oh, how disappointing.

And what have you been up to tonight?

Oh, no good at all, dear lady. No good
at all.

Mr. Hallows, you are incorrigible.

Good night, then. Good night, dear lady.

Good night.

See you in the morning. Yes, see you in
the morning. Good night.

And don't stay up too late.

No, I won't.

Chalky, it's me.

Get the boys together.

I've fixed up a good one for us.

A real dapper.

See you. See you later.

You know, if you'd been born a few years
ago, you could make a fortune as an

undertaker's mute.

It's all right for you, Mr. Scripps.
You're not going to be facing what I'm

going to be facing this time tomorrow.

David, all you'll be facing is joining
11 other people to decide whether

somebody's guilty or not. Not the
electric chair.

So, you're all alone in the world, my
dear.

Since my husband died, yes.

And I do miss him so.

But at least he left me comfortably off,
bless him.

In fact, between you and me, Mr Hallows,
more than comfortably.

Really? And which bank did you say your
late husband used?

Visitors for you, Mr. Hallows. Oh, here
you are, gentlemen.

Chalky? Prof.

Cummins? Hi.

This is a very good friend of mine, Mrs.
Ferguson.

My business associates.

Do call me Lottie.

Lottie. You must excuse us, my dear. We
have a very important business deal to

discuss. But of course.

See you at tea.

I look forward to it. So do I.

Out, out.

Hang on.

So, Lottie's your bit on the side, then,
is she, Hallows?

Hardly. Most of the time she's away with
the fairies.

But having said that, she is a wealthy
widow with no one to leave her money to.

Poor soul.

Follow me.

By this time tomorrow, it'll all be
over, won't it?

Not necessarily.

Can't he, mate?

Well, some trials just go on and on and
on, don't they?

I had a friend once on a jury. He didn't
get away for nearly a month.

Really?

Thanks, Bernie.

We're trying to cheer him up. You're
about as helpful as a flat tyre at a

funeral.

Well, he has to know the truth,
Rosemary.

What if he turns up tomorrow and finds
it is going to drag on?

Expect the worst, I always say. Then,
when it happens, you won't get so much

a shock, will you?

Yeah, well, I suppose it's a well -known
fact round here that it's being so

cheerful that keeps you going.

So, what's the gig this time, eh, Prof?

Patience, Chalky, patience, and all will
be revealed.

Well, how about one take all day?

Because the pubs will be open soon.

Ah.

It is a brilliant plan, and, of course,
very simple. Always is.

All right, Cummins.

The village of Aidensfield, which is
just down the road, will be practically

ghost village tomorrow for a couple of
hours.

How come?

Because many of the residents will be
attending a charity soccer match a few

miles away from here, mounted, would you
believe, by the local constabulary,

leaving the place unguarded, their homes
empty and ripe for picking.

But how do we know which homes?

Because when I was selling the tickets,
Cummins, I also acquired some of their

addresses. That's how.

Oh, trust you, Prof.

Well, I say it myself, Chalky. One of
the secrets of my success.

My scrupulous attention to detail.

If you want to go and report in, I won't
find myself a cup of tea.

All right?

I've been giving you any grief out
there, kid?

Don't worry.

We only stopped at one.

Give him a working over with the rubber
hoses.

It will mark him.

What, for a cup of tea?

Go on, then.

Guess who?

Oh!

Ha, ha, ha!

Tell Philly.

Thank you, love. How are you? I'll have
another one of them, please. Well, I

can't see me entering for the Miss World
contest ever again, apart from that.

How are you?

I'm all right, yeah.

Hey, I was sorry to hear about your mum.

Oh, well, at least she didn't suffer,
eh? And I was really sorry not to get up

for the funeral.

Oh, well, no sweat.

Anyway, what are you doing? That is a
long and unhappy story, Peg.

Ooh.

Name?

David.

Er, Stockwell.

Yeah, I'm here for jury service, but
there's something I want to tell you.

Tell me.

Yeah, you know when people are called
for jury duty, but they don't always get

picked, you know, to be on the actual
jury, like?

Yes. All I wanted to say was that if
you're looking for volunteers not to get

picked, well, I wouldn't mind.

You've already been elected to the jury
in court number one. Now, kindly wait

outside until you're called.

Right, I'll...

What's your Martin up for?

Well, he's somewhere now, really.

The thing about our kid is he's always
been easily led. Well, that were always

true.

Well, what happened was, it was all a
bit of a dare, really.

You know, there's a factory near where
we live, right? Right.

These other kids bet him that he
couldn't break in. You know, our kid,

never been worth a duck a dare.

So he breaks in, and it's only a small
window he broke.

And he sees this money just lying around
in one of the drawers.

So he picks it up.

Wonders what he's doing there.

Next thing you know, a security guard
comes bursting in.

Well, I'm sure when the jury hears his
side of the story, they'll let him off

with a caution or something.

Only it's not the first time he's been
led astray, you see, or even the second,

for that matter.

Oh, I see.

You see, Peg, he's just not been the
same lad since his mum died.

God, he was.

Yeah, I'm sure he was.

Sent him right off the rails.

Oh, poor lamb.

Hey, now then.

How have you gone on?

Well, I've been located to a jury in
number one court.

Oh, well.

Go and get yourself a cup of tea.

Make you feel a bit better.

Are you a friend of yours?

No.

That's my nephew, David.

I, er... I took him in, you know.

When he was left on his own.

Because, er...

That's the court our Martin's coach is
coming up with.

Couldn't have a word with him, could
you?

You know, get him to put a good word in
for that.

And, you know, he never really stood a
chance.

I mean, deserted by that father of his
when he was still a bairn and then

his mother like that.

Oh, no.

Not that you must let considerations
like this in any way affect your

David. No, I'm sure I'm the last person
on earth to suggest anything like that.

No, all I'm asking you to do is to take
all these things into account when

reaching your decision.

After all, like Shakespeare always said,
the quality of mercy is not

strange.

You know.

All right.

Whenever you're ready, Mr Stockwell.

If it isn't too inconvenient.

All right, yeah, I'm sorry.

All the best, then.

Thanks. And don't worry.

I'll be up there in the public gallery
offering you moral support.

All right, all right.

Gina!

Gina, there's a telephone call for you.

Can't do that.

Is something wrong, Matron?

I don't believe it.

Why? What's up? That was the brewery.

Change of plan. They're going to deliver
this afternoon.

Someone's going to have to be here.

That's a shame.

What are you going to do?

What am I going to do?

Excuse me, Oscar.

Should it be what are we going to do?

Surely you're not going to leave me here
to wait in after all the organising

I've done for the trip.

I'm really sorry, Gina, but it is your
name over the front door.

It's your responsibility.

I'm off to a football match.

Oh, well, thanks a bunch.

Come on, you blues!

All

right,

lads. I know your age and your life.

Ice fritters, please.

This is Mrs Roberts, the matron of
Fairfield Retirement Home.

Hello, Mrs Roberts.

How can I help you?

Well, for starters, you could find out
what's happened to our minibus.

Your minibus? Yes.

It seems to have disappeared from right
outside our own front door, would you

believe? Well, I'm afraid we've got a
bit of a problem at the moment, Mrs

Roberts, because we were a bit
shorthanded this afternoon.

That, officer, is your problem.

Mine is that I have 12 elderly residents
expecting to go to the cinema this

afternoon. So spare me your excuses and
get a police officer over here

immediately. Thank you.

I don't know about the rest of you, but
that is pretty open and shut to me.

He admits wrecking him.

He was caught red -handed with a stole
of money on him.

So unless someone's getting any of the
points to raise, I suggest a quick show

of hands.

Hang on, hang on.

So, those of you who think he's guilty
as charged, please raise your hand now.

Against?

Well, at last, Constable. I'm sorry, Mrs
Roberts, but I couldn't get here any

quicker. We are a bit overstretched at
present.

So, where is this minibus parked?

Where it always is. Right there.

Right. And the vehicle was securely
locked, was it?

Well, it's never been considered
necessary to lock it.

I mean, ye gods, it's coming for
something when you can no longer park a

outside an old people's home.

Yes.

Well... If you'd like to give me a few
more details.

Right. Check, ladies and gentlemen.

1 .30.

I expect you back here in exactly one
hour from now.

Here are your targets.

And remember, small is beautiful.

So go for things that are portable.

Jewelry, that sort of thing.

All right?

Come on, let the devil...

So what precisely are you saying, Mr
Stockwell?

That despite the fact he was found on
the premises with the stolen money

actually in his hands, you're still not
convinced he were guilty?

Oh, no, no, I never said that.

I mean, I'm sure he broke in, like.

But I haven't took the money.

What I'm saying is that you've got to
remember what sort of life he's had.

I mean, you know, first of all, his dad
walking out on him like that, and then,

of course, him losing his mam last year.
I mean, he was right upset about that,

I can tell you.

Just a minute.

Are you saying the defendant's known to
you personally, Mr Stockwell?

No, never met him.

Oh, it's my auntie Peggy. She knows him
well. She used to babysit for him when

he was little, like.

You know, she's changed his nappy that
often. And his big brother's.

But... She was just telling me the...
What?

It's a mistrial, Fudge.

A mistrial?

Yes. Why, for God's sake?

Well, it seems one of the jurors knows
the accused.

Which juror?

Yes.

Creeping me.

your door.

I would just like you to know that I,
for one, do not think you are as stupid

you look or as daft as you act.

In fact, it wouldn't surprise me that
what went on in the jury room just now

deliberately calculated.

So know this, that from now on I'm going
to keep my beady eye on you.

And the minute you step one inch out of
line, that's one inch, I'm going to have

you.

Message received and understood.

And that does include what we've got in
our pockets, Cummins.

Cummins. Oh.

So, any problems, anyone?

Well, apart from these. What?

Oh, no, it all went like clockwork,
Prof.

Just like you said.

Ah, planning chalky, that's what it's
all about.

We'd never have beaten Adolf if it
hadn't been for that.

Right now, you all know the drill.

There's bound to be a bit of a hue and
cry when the police find out what's

happened. So I stash this in a certain
safe place until things calm down.

I then pass it all over to my friendly
fence.

I'll be in touch again, and we'll split
the proceeds.

All right?

Right. Let's get you back to that
station in time for your train.

Could you just hold on just for a
moment?

Thank you.

Actively, please.

Right. In your address, sir.

Ashfordly Police.

What the plague is this going on?

Aidensfield, Sergeant.

By the sounds of it, somebody's gone
through the place like a plague of

Yeah, I know that.

OK.

The best things in life are free.

Well, you can give that to the prince
and be, so give me money.

That's what I want. That's what I want.

That's what I want. That's what I want.

That's what I want. That's what I want,
yeah.

Your love can give me such a thrill, but
your gifting don't pay.

Another one, Sarge.

Make an XO file, right?

Better make that nine, Sarge. They hit
the police house as well.

Was anything taken?

A few odds and ends.

Plus one pair of handcuffs.

Oh, very comical.

Ah, Bidley Police.

Yeah?

Um... Could you just hold the line a
moment, please?

It's the new desk at the Yorkshire Post.

You want to know if it's true that out
of all the houses burgled in

one of them was the police house.

And... that one of the items taken was a
pair of police handcuffs.

Ask them where they got that from.

Could you tell us who told you that,
please?

Ashfordly, please. Could you hold on a
moment?

He refused to give a name.

Tell them no comment.

It's Division, Sergeant.

Chief Superintendent Midgley.

Yes, sir.

Oh, they've got on to you as well, have
they?

And the Daily Mirror.

Well, I would imagine it was the burglar
himself, sir.

Obviously a bit of a comedian.

No, you have to be joking.

Jamie, you'll never guess what's been
going on.

What? This afternoon, half the others in
the village have been burgled.

They don't think I had anything to do
with it, do they? Oh, don't be so daft.

Well, don't you sit there.

We've got to go down to the pub and find
out what the latest is.

Er, no, I don't think I'll bother today,
thanks.

Well, you ought to go down to the pub
about this time.

Yeah, well, today I just don't feel like
it, OK?

Sorry, I've, er... I've got a bit of a
bad head. I think I'll go for a lie

Point one.

For all these houses to have been done
at one go means there was a gang

involved. A gang that knew all about the
football match and that a lot of people

would be away from home for a couple of
hours.

Which would suggest it was a local mob,
wouldn't it, Sergeant?

No, I don't think so.

After all, Aidensfield isn't exactly
knee -deep in criminal gangs, is it?

But as Rob says, somebody with local
knowledge, certainly.

Get on to the scenes of crimes.

I want dabs for each of the houses that
have been done.

Then get over to Aidensfield and talk to
anybody who wasn't at the match, see if

anybody heard or saw anything
suspicious.

Yes, Sarge.

Now, this match was organised out of the
Aidensfield Arms, wasn't it? Yeah,

that's right, Sarge. You'd better get
over there yourself.

Have a word with Oscar and anybody else
that might have been involved.

Sarge!

I've just had Mrs Roberts on the phone
from the old folks home.

That minibus that was nicked. Well?

Well, it's suddenly turned up there
again.

Good as new.

So, who exactly had access to this list?

Anyone who came into the pub, really.
It's been lying on the bar for nearly a

week.

And they were asked to give their
addresses as well, were they? Oh, that

Hallow's idea, in case there was a last
-minute change of plan or anything.

Who's Mr Hallow's when he's at home?

Oh, it's just someone who's been coming
in here recently. He lives up at the old

folks' home off Ashfordly Road.

Hey, what's it called?

Fairfield. And what's his involvement in
a police charity football match?

Well, none really, except one night he
volunteered to take the list round the

pub, drum up a bit more support like.

He's a nice old chap.

He's very polite.

Well, did he go on the trip? I don't see
his name down here.

Well, he was supposed to be.

Well, I don't remember seeing him.

Nor me.

Really?

Oh, come on, Rob.

You can't really believe he's got
anything to do with this.

An nice old man like that.

You'd be amazed, Gina, what nice old men
get up to sometimes.

Nobody saw the vehicle return then?

I'm afraid not, no.

Afternoon, Mrs Roberts.

And good afternoon to you, Constable.

Although I wouldn't have thought this
little incident of ours merited quite so

much police attention.

After all, we have got it back.

It was actually one of your residents I
came to have a word with. Mr Hallows.

Oh, I believe he's up in his room. He
usually is at this time.

If you'd care to follow me.

Sorry about that.

I take it you heard about the burglaries
in Aidensfield earlier today, Mr.

Hollis? Yes, shocking business.

I tell you, Constable, the way the world
is going, when my time comes to leave,

I won't be all that sorry. What is the
use of this country coming to, eh?

Well, we don't know that it was used,
actually, Mr. Hollis.

All we can say with any certainty is
that the burglaries were all timed to

coincide with the football match this
afternoon.

You mean whoever did it knew those homes
would be empty for the whole afternoon

and... targeted them accordingly.

Right.

Well, ingenious, I must say.

In fact, ingenious to the point of
genius, you might say.

That's one way of looking at it.

In fact, Gina down in the pub tells me
that you were meant to be on that trip

yourself. Yes, that's right, I was.

So how come you didn't go?

Oh, down to my legs, I'm afraid.

Your legs?

Yes, there I was.

lying on my bed listening to Delius, and
I suddenly thought, do I really want to

spend two hours on a muddy touchline on
my poor old pegs watching a football

match? And suddenly it didn't seem a
very pleasing prospect.

Are you from round here, Mr Hallows?

No, Leeds.

So what made you decide to move over
here?

Well, when you get to my age, it's quite
difficult to cope on your own.

I'd always intended to move to a small
village somewhere.

I think you get a better kind of person.

In a village.

Right.

Anything?

Just one thing, I suppose.

Oh? I just get this funny feeling that
he's laughing at us.

So do us a favour. Will you get on the
blower to lead the police and ask him if

the name Hallows means anything to him?

You'll have to have a word with our
David, Bernie.

I mean, he won't venture outside the
house in case the police grab him.

Well, you're not surprised, are you?
After his shenanigans in that jury room,

he's lucky he's not been done for
contempt of court.

All he needs is for somebody to drill
some sense into him.

Forget drilling.

Oh, Bernie!

Look, the way I see it is you got him
into this mess, you get him out of it.

All right, where is he?

He's probably hiding in one of the
wardrobes, I should think.

Albert Hallows, age 68.

And from the sound of it, the oldest
recidivist in the business.

Oh, aye.

Armed robbery, jewellery theft,
burglary, you name it, he's done it and

done for it. Oh, also known as the Prof
by the various gangs that he's led in

the past. The Prof?

Yeah, thinks of himself as some sort of
criminal mastermind.

Which, by the sound of it, has been his
downfall.

How come?

Well, the jobs that he's drafted are
usually so complicated, they inevitably

wrong.

I reckon we should have that minibus out
there dusted for dabs.

Seems a bit of a coincidence that it
goes miffing a couple of hours before

burger is, and then gets returned the
same afternoon.

After all, if Hallows is our man, at his
age he'll have needed some sort of

transport to get him there and back.

Where were you between one o 'clock and
five o 'clock yesterday afternoon, Mr.

Hallows? I told you, I was lying on my
bed.

Can anyone confirm that?

Well, it was just the two of us.

Delius and me.

Delius who?

You've quite a criminal record, haven't
you, Mr. Hallows?

Ah, that's a long time ago, Constable.

You're looking at a man who's made his
peace with God and society.

Well, not that long ago, according to
Leeds police.

In fact, they reckon you see yourself as
Yorkshire's answer to Professor

Moriarty.

Moriarty? I'm sorry, I don't know the
gentleman.

Mind you, he really was a criminal
mastermind, wasn't he?

Come on, what was that all about
yesterday?

Your last bow?

I haven't the faintest idea what you're
talking about.

Good. Then you've no objection to us
searching your room, then? Unless, of

course, you'd like us to get a warrant.

No, feel free, my dear fellow.

You won't find anything.

Whatever it is you're looking for.

I'd like a word.

We've been through his room with a fine
tooth

comb, Sarge.

No sign of any of the missing stuff at
all.

Over. It could be that the look was
never taken back to Fairfield.

But where better to hide stolen property
than an old folk's home?

What about scenes of crimes?

Have they come up with any dabs on the
minibus? Over.

Anything?

No. Couldn't find any fingerprints.

Clean as a whistle.

Er, no, Sarge.

Which means they've obviously wiped it
clean.

Over. I have a word with Mrs Roberts.

I think it's time you searched the rest
of the premises.

My nephew, David, is in dead trouble
because of speaking up for your little

brother. Oh, dear.

I'm sorry to hear that, Peg. Not as
sorry as you're going to be if something

isn't done about it.

Well, thanks now, is it?

Promises.

So you've no objections to us having a
sniff round the place, then? Not at all,

if you'd like to follow me.

Thank you, mate.

Look, Peg, I'm sorry for the poor kid's
trouble I had, darling. What can I do

about it, eh? You can have a word with
your little brother and get him to plead

guilty. Oh, you really have got to be
joking.

Look, tell, love, I were in court and
all, remember, and there's not a jury in

the land will find him not guilty,
whereas if he were to plead guilty,

maybe the judge might feel inclined to
be a bit more lenient.

And he may just get away with nothing
more than a suspended sentence.

Thank you.

Us Phillips plead not guilty on
principle.

Oh, dear.

Looks like you'll be going down in his
place, then.

Come again?

Well, come on, Del.

Thieving's one thing, but tampering with
a juror's quite another, isn't it?

I haven't tampered with anybody.

Ah, but will the police believe that?

Especially when I tell them that you put
David up to it. In fact, threaten what

you'd do to him if he didn't cooperate.

You wouldn't dare.

Try me.

Well, did you find anything?

Afraid not.

Far be it from me to say I told you,
sir.

But I did tell you, sir.

Are you sure that's the lock, Mrs
Roberts?

Well, apart from Mrs. Ferguson, but I
really must draw the line at your

her bedroom.

She's taking a nap, and waking up to the
sight of young men in uniforms would

frighten her half to death.

Matron! Oh, Mrs.

Ferguson, I thought you were sleeping.

These young... Sleeping?

If only!

Now, that bed of mine is usually the
most comfortable one in the entire

but now it's as solid as a rock.

Really? How long's it been like that,
Mrs. Ferguson?

Well, since this afternoon.

And it was perfectly all right this
morning.

Is that so?

I'll tell you what, love.

Why don't we take a look at it for you?

See if there's anything we can do about
it.

Care to join us, Mr. Hallows?

I think that might be what was giving
you some jip, Mrs Ferguson.

I've never seen it before in my life.

Of course not.

Any more than it was you who stole that
minibus, right?

I couldn't help noticing your people
dusting it for dabs.

I'm sure they didn't find any of mine on
it.

We didn't find anybody's prints on it.

Somebody had wiped it clean.

Oh, this villain, if he wants whoever he
is, looks a bit too clever for you lot.

Too clever by half, I'd say.

Huh?

Well, when he wiped the minibus clean,
he was obviously wearing gloves.

Do you happen to possess a pair of
gloves, Mr Hallows? Boy, I'm sure I have

pair somewhere.

Was he still wearing the gloves when he
stuck the suitcase underneath Mrs

Ferguson's bed?

Because if he wasn't, well, our scene of
crime officers are going to have a

field day with this bit of evidence,
aren't they, Mr Hallows?

Ah. Ah.

I think maybe we should discuss this
down at the station.

Don't you?

So, whenever you're ready, prom.

You did a great job, lad.
Congratulations.

Cheers. Thank you, Oscar.

And star of the match as well, Rob.

Well, I suppose it happens to be in the
right place at the right time.

And as for that dive in the penalty
area, that was pure Oscar -winning

Do you mind?

So,

you've finally decided to risk it and
come out again, then, have you?

Ah, yeah.

Well, Aunt Peggy said that that bloke
had confessed and that the police are

dead chuffed, so... Whatever made him do
that, I wonder?

Probably couldn't live with his
conscience a moment longer.

Ross, telephone call. It's Mr Rebby.

Don Rebby.

Yes, he wants to know if you can play
for them on Saturday.

Against the Arsenal.

Very good.

Thank you.

I just want to go to sleep and not wake
up again.

She's dead.

Dr Trent.

It was her.

Procedures are there to protect the
innocent as well as punish the guilty.

What's reported theft?

Your own case.

What exactly are you doing?

Never you mind. You stick out like a
soap. Listen, I'm not so sure this is a

very good idea.