All language subtitles for heartbeat_s15e09_blood_brothers

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

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

just a hunk of steel yeah just a plank
of wood

gave a little bit of bad luck just a bit
of

good i could be so happy with this life

of mine but you know

You took your time.

We're off to... No, we're not.

What are you up to?

Oh, just dropped somebody off back
there.

We're going back to the village.

How about a lift?

Oh, I don't know about that, Martin. You
see, taxis don't give lifts, they take

fares. But you haven't heard my offer.

A one -hour borrow?

Get him.

Yes, sir.

I want to see the sergeant.

Can I tell him what it's about?

Yeah, a dog bite.

You want to see the sergeant about a dog
bite?

A very dangerous dog, yeah.

I see.

Well, dogs are generally not his
department.

Well, this one will be. It's like us
with Liz. And I want to see it put down.

Well, it's been a while since we've seen
you, Vince.

Yeah, I've been living away.

How's Brenda?

You tell me.

Same as usual, I expect.

I'm only back here to see my lad,
Martin.

All right, well, sorry, I didn't know
you and Brenda'd split up.

That's the way it goes.

Same again, Oscar.

Where's my favourite barmaid?

She's in the snug, hanging paintings for
an exhibition.

Been all artistic since you were here
last.

Oh, Gary asked us not to hang his
painting next to Linda's.

Clash of styles, he said.

Well, perhaps you should put yours next
to her.

No.

I'm not going to put mine anywhere.

Why not?

Because it's not ready yet. It needs
more work.

That's just funk.

No, it isn't.

Look at the others. I'm not blind, you
know.

Well, neither am I. You're all
beginners, more or less.

And your work more than holds its head.

Yeah, but what if mine's the last
painting left unsold?

It's not going to happen.

You wouldn't let me make a fool of
myself?

No.

Terrible, that.

Hey!

What's the plan, bird brain?

How you been?

All right.

What's he doing here?

I'm sorry about the stall. I was trying
to hit the cams.

Yeah, well, I doubt you could hit the
cow's backside with a banjo. He usually

beats me anyhow.

Well, he's had more years to practice.

Anyhow, Davey, don't want to keep you.

Yeah, all right, Molly.

Better be off, eh?

See you.

Yeah, see you.

You're the best company you can keep.

I like him.

He's a half -wit, Martin.

Stick to friends your own age.

To what do we owe this pleasure?

How are you keeping, Brenda?

Not very well on the money you're
sending.

Oh, for the fight, as usual.

Can Dad serve something to eat?

No, I've nothing in. We could go to the
chippy.

Good thinking, son.

See what's in your mother's purse when
we'll be off.

Sergeant Miller, my lord.

Thank you, Mrs Cameron.

Come in, Sergeant.

What can I do for you?

I've received a report about a dangerous
dog, my lord.

Oh, a sheep warrior, I assume. Damn
nuisance.

And only one cure, I'm afraid.

No, not a sheep warrior.

Not at the moment, anyway.

Oh, you know the owner?

Yes, my lord.

It's you.

And that, I think, is the dog in
question.

Jack? There must be some mistake.

Not according to your window cleaner.

Are you aware that he was bitten this
morning?

Might have heard something of the sort.

I know Jack can be a bit territorial
from time to time, but I'm sure he's

nothing more than a playful nip.

Mr. Turner needed medical treatment and
a tetanus jab.

Well, sir, what's he looking for? A new
pair of overalls? He may indeed make a

claim. But for us, we need to
investigate the incident and take the

action.

Action? Against yourself, my lord.

failing to keep your dog under control.

Good grief.

If proven, the court may order the dog
to be put down.

But you're a magistrate.

I hardly need tell you that.

You leaving, though?

Can you stay a bit longer?

Let's see, eh?

I need your mother and me to talk about
that.

There's nothing to talk about.

Go on.

You won't leave without telling me.

Of course not.

Why'd you come, Vince?

It'll add to our terms. It's only
natural, isn't it?

There's nothing natural about you.

Oh.

I don't know.

If your bit of stuff's thrown you out,
don't think you can breeze back here,

the answer's no.

Doesn't he have a pick?

Maybe you'll wash up before you go.

I just buy the painting.

Yeah, well, I can't, obviously.

And don't let on you know that it's hers
or that I've given you any money.

How exactly will this help Gina?

Well, at the moment, I'm struggling to
convince her that she does have some

talent.

If she has, won't the painting sell
anyway?

Yes.

But I want to make sure, and as you're
very fond of her, this will be just the

encouragement she needs.

There you go.

Have one yourself, dear love.

Oh, I'm all right, thanks, Vince.

Another time, then.

Yeah.

What's dragged him back in here, then?
He says he's come to see his lad.

Through the bottom of a glass.

Oh, another surprise visitor.

Hello, my lord.

Blaketon, Miss Ward.

Blaketon, I need some advice, if you've
got a moment.

Of course, my lord.

You may have heard there's been an
unfortunate incident up at the hall

my dog Jack and a window cleaner.

Sergeant Miller tells me he's looking
into the matter under the Dogs Act.

Oh, dear.

Well, if I remember correctly, Jack does
have previous, doesn't he?

Well, yes, he can be a bit high
-spirited from time to time, I grant

hasn't an ounce of malice in him, and I
tell you, Blaketon, I cherish that dog

as I would my own child.

How can I help, Lord?

What do I have to do to persuade Miller
not to bring charges?

Persuade? What way?

Any way.

You know the wrinkles, and I'm not a man
without means.

If I get your drift, my lord, I would
advise you to think again.

The only way that Sergeant Miller will
back off is if you prove that Jack is

a danger to the public.

I didn't know you could take room up at
the bar without buying a drink.

You do often enough.

I'm sorry, I'll have a scotch. A bit
preoccupied. Yes, I heard. Well, you're

lucky lordship, because Elk might be
close at hand.

In what way?

You probably haven't noticed, but I am
not alone.

But if you look down, you'll see D
for... D for dog.

Now, if I told you that that hound was a
six -ball bearing tearaway less than a

month ago, would you believe it?

Probably not. I said to our David,
either that dog goes or I do.

So, what did you do? I trained her. What
else?

When I ran boarding kennels a few years
back, I could turn slavering beasts into

lap dogs. I can't explain how.

I just have a way with them.

What?

Now then.

Sit.

Good girl. Now.

Circle.

Good. Sit.

Stay. Wait.

Wait. Wait.

Wait. Wait.

Come on.

Good. Good. And circle. And sit.

Sit. Good girl.

Wait.

Wait. Is that the sort of thing you
meant?

Well, er... More or less, my lord, yes.

Oh, well.

You'd better take another one out of
that for Mrs Armstrong.

Martin!

Martin!

Can I help? I've had an intruder.

When was this? Just now. I've been
robbed of my savings.

Any idea who it might be?

Yes, Constable.

My husband.

Hi, Rob.

Shouldn't you be having your afternoon
nap?

Well, I called time ages ago.

Do the thing to kick them off.

Is one of them Vince Wayne?

The loud mouth on the right.

You went for a red light, did you? What,
I'm driving?

Hello, hello, hello.

Floored at three o 'clock, lad.

Very good.

Mr. Wayne.

Yeah? Can I have a word outside, please?
No, I've got a drink to finish.

What is it?

Your wife's reported the theft of some
money from her house. She says you're

responsible.

Have you got nothing better to do than
use the Brenda bellyache about money?

Did you take it?

Yeah. So what, family?

Not any more, it seems.

You've been separated for a year.

Now, there's no call for you to get
mixed up in all this.

Do you intend to pay it back, then?
Yeah, of course I do.

Like the other money you've taken?

Don't listen to everything that Brenda
tells you.

I told her she'd be right as rain.

Where have you been all afternoon?

Happy now that you've shown me up in
front of my mate. Give me my money and

then I'll be happy.

You said he could stay today.

Not after he helped himself.

It was a few quid, Brenda. It was all I
had.

I was going to pay you back. There's no
need to call the coppers. You went to

the... If I had my way, he'd still be in
prison.

It was me owning your purse, not Dad.
Yeah, but he needed more, didn't you?

He says I'll give it back. He never has
and he never will.

Go on, Vince. You've done your work. Now
get out. No!

Shut up, you. You'll pay it back. I've
heard enough, Martin. Now get upstairs.

You said he could stay.

Go back to his bit of stuff. No!

Upstairs. Bed.

And stay there.

Now you, out.

I'm going nowhere.

Get out.

I'm not moving.

What are you doing?

My special brew.

For mixing in with the dog biscuits.

I just made a batch of that.

Looks like I'm going to need some more.

Lord Ashfordly's asked me to do a bit of
dog taming.

Seems he's got a soft spot for a small
dog.

And that, all being well, makes
Ashfordly a soft torch for me.

That's it.

Is anyone in?

Yeah, Aunt Peggy, what are you doing
here?

I've run away from home.

Why? I can't stand it no more.

Can you hide me here?

Hide you?

Until I decide where I'm going, will
you?

No, Martin, I can't. Why not?

Why, because your mother will be worried
sick.

I don't care.

If I can't stay here, I'll have to sleep
on the moor.

Well, you can't do that.

I'll have to... Because I'm not going
back.

Yeah, all right. Just one night, mind.

Thanks.

You're real, mate.

Come on.

He is a bit possessive of that chair.

Sees it as his bastion, so to speak.

It's a bastion, right enough.

Maybe we should withdraw gracefully
until he's in a better mood. No, no, no,

he's got to learn who's boss, my lord.

Behave, Jack!

Is it all right if I go, my lord? I
think I heard someone shouting for me.

Yes, of course, Mrs Cannon.

Maybe if you went as well, your
lordship.

You want me to leave you alone, Jack?

Trust me, him and I are just going to
have a nice little chat.

What have we here?

Here.

Come on.

Come on.

Hi, Bernie.

Hey, don't look too close.

Well, they all seem very nice.

Oh? Thinking of buying one, are you?

Yes, for the matter of fact.

Well, good for you.

20 % goes to charity.

Which one do you fancy?

Well, I can't make my mind up.

Um...

It's between one of these three.

What, one of these?

Yeah. They're all smashing. I think I'll
have number 11.

Number 11? That's mine.

Never.

We've had our little chat.

Sit.

I think we've come to an understanding.

That's remarkable.

Well, early days yet.

There's more work to be done.

Yes, yes, of course.

But time is short.

I wonder, Mrs. Armstrong, would you be
prepared to stay on for a day or two to

give us some intensive training? You'd
be well rewarded.

Oh, it would be a pleasure.

Excellent. Well, prepare a room, please,
Mrs. Cameron.

Oh, it's firmer than I usually like.

The bathroom is through there.

Towels are on the rail. I trust you'll
be comfortable.

Well, I'll try and make the best of it.

Breakfast is served to His Lordship at 7
.30, if you'd care to join him. No, I

won't be bothering with that. Just a
little something in bed, perhaps. But

go to any trouble.

I bought you some breakfast.

I can get you some more if you want.

Mrs Armstrong didn't see you.

No, she didn't come back last night.

Actually, you can come in if you want.

Not if she could come back.

Martin, don't you think that one night
on the run is enough?

I'm not going back.

Well, you have to. It's your home.

You try living there. I came here
because you're the only one I can rely

That's what best mate is, isn't it?

Don't know.

I've never really had a friend before
that long, a best mate.

You won't give me away, will you?

No.

Vince.

Vince. Vince.

What? He's not upstairs.

He didn't sleep in his bed. He must have
been gone all night.

What? Martin's gone.

Oh, for pity's sake, Brenda.

This is all you're doing.

You what? Look, if he's taken you home,
it's not down to me. Get up and get

looking. He's probably gone to a palsy
place, Brenda. Now calm down and let me

get some kip.

Done.

Now you.

I'll... I'll do it for you.

Done, okay?

Now we're blood brothers. It means we're
real mates.

Nobody or nothing can come between us,
right?

Yeah, right.

It's a dead serious promise by each of
us. Never to let the other down.

Oh.

Right, do you want somewhere else to
eat?

Chocolate for the journey.

What journey?

I'm running away, aren't I?

Oh, Marcia, I think you'd better phone
your mum.

We haven't got a phone.

Well, at work, then.

She's only told me to go home.

Well, where else are you going to go?

My auntie Ida's in Whitby. I haven't
seen her for ages, but she's the only

relative I've got.

Can you take me?

Oh, no. I'm not sure, Martin.

I've got some fares already booked. I
can't let customers down.

You can't let me down either.

Come in.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Lord Ashfordly is dressed, breakfasted
and keen for an early start. He doesn't

like to be kept waiting.

Well then, so as not to waste time,
perhaps you could run me a bath.

Hi, Phil.

What are you doing here?

Well, I didn't have the money on me
yesterday, so... Where's it gone?

What?

Your painting.

Oh, it's not.

You what?

Yeah. There's plenty more to choose
from.

No, it has to be that one.

Don't be... You daft.

Take another look.

No, I mean it.

Well, Bernie bought it.

But he was a bit undecided.

If I can persuade him to have one of the
others, you can have mine.

That would be good, yeah.

Didn't know you had such good taste,
Phil.

It's how long since you saw your auntie,
then?

A while.

Do you reckon she'll still recognise
you?

I don't know.

I expect so, yeah.

Listen, as soon as you get there, you
make sure she phones your mum's work,

right? Yeah, yeah.

I'm serious, Martin.

When your mum will be going crackers.

What's the name of the road?

Beardenfell.

I won't forget that, will I?

What number?

Not sure.

How old is the lad?

Twelve. This is Wayne's check with his
school friends. Nobody's seen him.

Any reason for him to hurry off?

Mum and Dad were rowing.

I think he was getting out the firing
line.

Bright lad.

Where is she?

Outside. Dad's not bothered to come in.

Reckons that I'll turn up in his own
time.

One sugar.

You can't even remember what side she
left?

It's that side, I'm certain.

Martin, I'm in a bit of a rush. I've got
customers to pick up in Aidensfield.

Definitely one of them over there.

I'll go knock.

Yes? Does Auntie Ida live here?

Auntie Ida?

Who are you?

I'm Martin.

Oh.

Auntie Ida's out shopping just at the
moment, but if you want to come in and

wait... Just a sec.

Go through.

Hi, Benny.

Morning. Oh, not hanging it in here,
then.

Me painting.

I thought I'd find somewhere a bit more
personal.

Well, not the smallest room, I hope.

No, of course not.

Well, you didn't seem too sure when you
bought it.

Well, it's more of a choice, wasn't I?

So you wouldn't have minded one of the
others?

No, I suppose not.

That's what I thought.

You wouldn't do me a favour and let me
have it back.

What?

Phil Bellamy's dead set on buying it. He
won't look at anything else.

I think she'd be happy with one of the
others.

I mean, it is for charity.

Here.

See if anything interests you while
you're waiting.

I can't find it. It's gone.

How can it have gone?

Well, David must have shifted it. I'll
ask him when he comes in.

All right.

OK, thanks, Bailey.

Jack, sit.

Sit.

Jack, stay.

Come on.

Sit.

Very good.

I've got another taxi for Mr.
Winstanley.

You're cutting it fine, David. I'll call
him.

David.

Was it you who took me painting from
Bernie's?

No, what painting?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Did you hear that Martin Wayne has gone
missing?

No. I told Rob Walker I saw you giving
him a lift yesterday. Did he say

about doing a runner?

No, nothing.

Have you got any idea where he's gone?

No. His mother is worried sick.

Well, I thought he...

He's a sensible lad, he's Martin.

You want to tell her not to worry?

You think so?

Yeah.

I hope you're right.

Aidensfield Police.

Oscar.

No, still no sign of him.

I've just been talking to David
Stockwell.

Oh, has he seen him then?

Well, I know, but I got the feeling he
knew something.

Look, I could be barking up the wrong
tree.

But I think it might be worth you
checking its place.

OK, thanks.

Bye.

Somebody seen him?

No, but Oscar Blaketon thinks David
Stockwell might know something.

I hadn't thought of him.

They are very pally.

OK, well, I'll go and have a look.

Dan, to Percy.

Do us a favour.

Call us back when you've got a moment.

You all right in there?

Yeah.

Lord Ashfordly, sir.

Thank you.

Please. Thank you.

It's apropos my little problem,
Sergeant.

The small dog with the big ego.

Yes, well, I'm glad to say we've been
able to do something about that.

Oh? Ouch.

The surgical solution of choice, though
not the dogs, of course.

Well, good heavens, no. Jack's still the
full quid in that department.

Sorry? It seemed to be the only way his
behaviour could have changed.

As indeed it has.

Really? And the architect of this
transformation is none other than Mrs

Armstrong.

Oh, yes.

I promise you, Jack's a different dog.

Well, I am sure the court will take
anything you have to say into

I must confess, I'd rather hope for a
somewhat more enlightened approach,

Sergeant. In what way?

Suppose I could demonstrate to you that
Jack's a reformed character. Would you

still have to put him in the dock?

Well, even if I could be persuaded that
Jack had gone straight, I'm not sure Mr

Turner would see it in the same way.

Well, then why don't we ask him?

Something happening here.

But it ain't exactly clear.

There's a man with a gun over there.

Telling me I got to beware.

I think it's time we stop.

Children, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down.

Hello, David.

Oh, what?

I'm sorry, I can't peg his out.

It's you I came to see, actually.

Oh. Looking for Martin Wayne. He's gone
missing.

Yeah, it was Sir Blaketon who just said.

You saw him yesterday, I hear.

Yeah, I gave him a lift home.

Did you see him any time after that?

No.

Are you sure about that?

Yeah.

There's a mug and a plate and a blanket
in the shed. Did somebody stay

overnight?

I don't think so, no.

So who's the mug and plate for?

They're mine. I was working in there.

And the blanket?

That's for the dog to sleep on. The dog?

Martin's mum and dad are sick with
worry.

Haven't they heard anything yet? No.

Have you seen him?

He says not.

All right, I'll deal with this, Mr
Wayne. You haven't seen him, have you,

Well, I know he's not going to come to
any harm.

I'm just surprised he hasn't called yet.

We're not on the phone, stupid.

I met at Mrs.

Wayne's work number.

Have you checked with them? Yes.

They've had no word.

Is that what he said he'd do?

Call Mrs. Wayne's place of work?

I thought he didn't know out.

You can see how worried we are.

Yeah, well, there's no need.

Where is he, David?

Well, he said he was going to send a
message.

From where?

I can't tell you. I promised.

I'll give you a promise. All right,
that's enough.

Where is he?

Well, he's all right. He's going to be
safe. How do you... You know that.

Oh, because I took it to his aunties in
Whitby.

His aunties?

Yeah, his auntie Ida.

Well, you couldn't have.

She left Whitby three years ago.

Hello?

I see.

So where are you?

Well... I'm glad you called, Ida.

Because there's a young man here waiting
to see you.

Your nephew, Martin.

So how long will you be?

Right, I'll tell him.

Bye.

Well, that was your Auntie Ida.

She's been held up, but she hopes she'll
wait till she gets back.

How about a drink and a biscuit?

I want you to show me exactly where you
took him.

I'm coming with you.

You stay here with your wife.

He might still turn up on his own. If
you find him, I'll let you know.

Hi,

Rosie. Hiya.

Is Bernie about?

He has to go out. Anything I can do?

Not unless you've seen me painting.

No, sorry.

Although it must be good for Bernie to
dig out his wallet.

I reckon your tutor tipped him off he'd
be on to a good thing.

How do you mean?

Well, I saw him and Bernie in a huddle
yesterday.

What lumber?

Martin didn't know, so he just kept
knocking at all the doors till he found

right one.

Which one?

They all look the same.

All right, tell me, which house did he
go into?

I'm sorry, Mr Walker, I don't know.

You check this side.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Here we are.

Thanks.

Hungry?

Yeah.

Your auntie Ida will rustle you up some
grub.

Then she comes.

Won't be long now.

Look outside.

Are they looking for you?

He said he won't give me away.

What do you want to do?

Hide.

There's a cupboard under the stairs.
Shall I show you?

Gentlemen, welcome.

Is that dog on a leash?

No need for that, Mr. Turner. Your shins
are safe. Jack is a changed dog.

I'll believe that when I see it from a
distance.

This way, gentlemen.

Oh, hello.

Um, it had flipped behind a screen in
the funeral parlour.

Oh, dear, dear.

Phil still wants it?

Well, now, that depends if Jack's had a
word with him, doesn't he?

Jack, I'm not with you.

Oh, I think you are, Bernie.

You know, I've known some lying,
conniving men in my time, but I never

have put you in that bracket.

I should think not.

Then tell me.

What? Did Jack put you up to it?

What? Buying me painting and I want the
truth now.

You might have had a bit of influence,
yes.

Yeah, I thought as much.

I don't need him to tell me what's good.

Oh, rubbish.

You wouldn't have looked twice at it if
he hadn't have asked you to.

Did he give you the money to buy it?

Did he?

He only wanted to make you happy, Gina.

Right, get out.

Don't be too hard on him. I'm sure he
meant well.

Get out!

How old is he?

He's 12.

Last seen in this road earlier today.

No, I can't help.

And you've been in all day?

More or less.

I pop to the shop for one or two things.

You don't work, then?

No, no, not at the moment.

Bad chest.

Is there anyone else who lives here and
might have seen him?

No. No one.

Not since Mother passed on.

OK. Well, thank you, Mr... Downs.

Downs.

His name's Martin.

Green jacket, jeans, light brown hair.

We'd be grateful if you'd keep an eye
out for him. Of course.

There's a bus stop at the end.

Perhaps somebody saw him waiting.

Yes. OK. Well, bye then. Bye.

An Armstrong Siddeley.

Pardon?

A model of an Armstrong Siddeley
underneath the tables.

Yes, so it is.

I collect them.

Mr. Quinton, me too.

Really? Would you mind? What?

I'd love to see your collection.

No, no, I've got to go out.

I'm late now.

I insist, Mr. Downs. Please, I want you
to go. Martin?

Please, get out of my house.

Martin! Get out, or I'll report you.

Martin, where is he?

I've already told you, I have no idea.

It was the boy's idea.

Ask him.

He didn't want to be found.

All right, Martin, let's take you back.

Sit.

Now.

Hugh?

Hugh? Come on, Jack.

Heel. Good boy. Now, sit.

And stay.

Stay.

Stay.

Come on.

Good boy.

You asked him if your auntie still lived
there.

And he said that she did.

He said she was out and I could wait if
I wanted.

And then what?

He gave me some comics, a drink and some
biscuits.

He wants to lock him up.

Why?

He got you into that place with a lie,
didn't he?

There are some bad people, Martin. You
can't always tell.

He hid me because I asked him to.

He didn't do anything.

You tell him, Constable.

I think that's your job, Mr Wayne.

And while you're at it, you should
reflect on why he ran away in the first

place.

I'm sure you gentlemen are suitably
impressed.

Well, it's a bit of an eye -opener.

Indeed. Hang on.

How do we know that's the same doc?

Come, come, Mr Turner, there's only one
Jack.

What's your view now, Sergeant?

It's certainly a step in the right
direction, but for proceedings to be

dropped... I need to be sure that the
dog's transformation can be made

permanent. Dead right, Sergeant.

There's still some work to do.

Then I hope you'll stay here to complete
the job, Mrs Armstrong.

Oh, it'll be a pleasure, Your Lordship.

In that case, subject to your agreeing
compensation with Mr Turner, I am

prepared for the time being to file this
case under no further action.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Is this what you're looking for?

An interesting bouquet for a dog
biscuit.

Valerian, isn't it?

What? The game's up, Mrs Armstrong.

You've been drugging the wee beastie
into submission.

Well, whatever I've been doing, you
should be grateful.

You're scared stiff of that dog.

No, with these I'm not.

If you don't want his lordship to know
what you've been up to, I suggest you

take the money and run.

This is Sergeant Miller.

Thank you, Constable.

So, Mr Downs, what are we going to do
with you, then?

I never touched him.

The lad came in with his own free will.

Thanks to your deception.

He wanted someone to hide.

I was just showing him hospitality.

Like you would to any child who just
turned up on your doorstep, right?

Right. Wrong!

A person would get in touch with the
police immediately, especially if that

person had a dodgy record.

Because someone like that needs to know
that we are watching him very, very

closely.

Understood?

What are you doing here?

Oh, I just came to see Martin, make sure
he's all right. Well, he is. No thanks

to you.

You OK?

I've already said so, haven't I? You two
in the van, sharpish. And don't let me

catch you round our house again.

Hi, there.

Hello.

You didn't return my call.

You're too busy.

Yeah, you could say.

The painting's back.

Oh, big surprise, I'm sure. What?

Bernie grabbed on you.

Didn't he tell you when he asked for it
back?

I'm sorry, Gina.

It was clumsy.

Hey!

You've got it back.

Oh, good.

Good.

Wrap it up.

Can't you see the sticker?

NFS. Not for sale.

You what?

Well, it's in such a demand, Phil, I'd
be a fool to sell it for peanuts.

Come on, Gina, it's good, but... Oh,
have you been primed as well?

Primed? Or are you just staring at it?

Well, it's still NFS, especially to you.

I didn't know that.

What was all that about?

My fault, I'm afraid.

I'll go and talk to her.

All right.

Well, good luck.

I know how difficult that can be.

I reckon Phil got what was meant for me.

Probably.

Look, I can't turn the clocks back,
Gina.

It was a stupid mistake and I'm sorry.

It was a lousy idea.

I can't think what possessed me.

But you seem... What?

Like a wet weekend.

So wound up.

Can't we start again?

Sure.

Jack got his reprieve in time, then?

Absolutely, thanks to Mrs Armstrong.

What's next, then?

Crufts? And why not?

He has a pedigree, after all.

True, though the bloodline does throw up
its share of rogue elements.

Really? You know, despite Mrs
Armstrong's best efforts, it's strange

little blighter still has his moments.

Right. Well, uh... Better show me this
back door, then, eh?

By it!

That dog can run!

You know yourself. If we don't ask these
questions, CID will.

You need to take your finger off.

Look, this is Barbie.

Somebody is trying to set me up.