All language subtitles for heartbeat_s15e14_risky_business

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

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

Oh, I just love that Chirago.

What did you think of it? Too long.

No, it wasn't. It was way too long. We
were running out of paint.

Hey.

All right.

Don't talk if you don't want to.

How do you feel?

Debbie, did you see the film?

Yeah.

Well, some of it.

We're a bit busy.

Still on our honeymoon, aren't we?

Hey, stop it.

Stop it.

Sorry.

We're going to go for a pint before
closing. Do you two want to come with

Oh, no, thanks, Phil. We've got to get
back.

All right, then.

We'll see you around.

Bye. See you.

Bye.

He's got himself a right handful there.

through the tide.

In a trade town, evening that the city
sleeps

too high.

Let's wear out the night now.

It's our time to try.

Far beside the old...

Premium's gone up again, I see.

Not as much as your profits, either.

It's the figure for the lot.

Yeah, for the all -risks policy, I'll
go. I'll swear for your employer's

liability.

Evening, Oscar.

Oh, you're cutting it fine.

I've got glued to something on
television.

Oh, the usual.

Please. No Gina tonight?

No, she's gone to the pictures to see
Dr. Chivago for the umpteenth time.

Jack's playing gooseberry between her
and Omar Sharif.

Hello, Doctor. How are you?

Good, thank you, Mr. Cooley.

Don't tell me. My car insurance is due.

I never said a word.

You do more business in here than I do.

Call the brigade!

You're everywhere and nowhere, baby.

That's where you're at.

Going down a bumpy hillside.

In your hippie hat.

Thanks for the lift.

Much obliged.

And getting back.

Say everything is moving.

When your tires are flat.

Where have you been?

Yeah, sorry about that. Had to get the
kids off to school.

Where's Debbie?

She's got a bit of a migraine thing.

Look, what have we got?

The fire started at 11.

First indications are it was deliberate.

Mr Galloway, P .T. Bellamy, Ashfordly
Police.

Hello, Mr Galloway.

It's a bad day, isn't it?

Where were you at the time? In bed.

I walked back sound at Barner
Oofcracking.

Have you any idea what might have caused
it? No. But who caused it? That's

another matter.

You think someone is responsible.

What do you think?

You have someone in mind?

Aye, Barry Dyson.

Worked here till about a month since.
What makes you think he has anything to

with it?

Because I sacked him.

What for?

They were useless.

Well, plenty of people get sacked, Mr
Galloway. But they don't go around

fire to places.

Ah, maybe not.

So what makes you so sure it was this
man?

Because he'd done it before.

Go take a look in your little black
book.

Barry Dyson.

Convicted of arson five years ago.

Part of the school where he was a pupil
was burnt down and he was sent to an

approved school.

Anything else?

Well, there was some petty stuff
earlier, but nothing since.

Right, Walkie, better pay him a visit.

Right, Dad.

Oh, and Bellamy.

I took a message from your wife.

She said, could you please add a pound
of streaky bacon to your shopping list?

Right.

Thanks, Sarge, yes.

I'm sure I told her you were here.

No, no. Let me make this a surprise.

If it isn't Peggy, sweet peg of my
heart, Armstrong.

Who are you?

The years have obviously been kinder to
you than to me, my dear.

Denzel.

Denzel Whitty.

Whatever are you doing here?

I was in the area. It seemed rude to
pass.

But how did you find me? I came out of
the railway station.

I took the first taxi I could find.

He drove me straight here? Well, he
would do, cos he lived here. Total

serendipity.

This is Denzel, David.

My Herbert's old army chum.

Well, come on in.

Oh, thank you.

Well, have you wanted this?

Yeah, of course. I wasn't just a friend
of Herbert's.

I was also his rival, for the affections
of this lady.

He was very lucky, was Bert.

You always did have a lot of flannel,
Denzel.

Anyway, what have you been up to in
Leeds all these years?

Well, you could say that I've been
putting my flannel to good use.

I spent my time in advertising.

Done all right, actually.

Sold up and got out at the right time,
though with legal complications, the

money has yet to find its way into my
pocket.

Oh.

But all in good time.

Would you like another drink?

Or do you fancy something a bit
stronger?

Why not?

Is that some of my home brew in the
cupboard? No, no, David. We only keep

for unblocking the sink.

Why don't we go down to the pub and
celebrate?

After all, it could be 20 more years
before I see you again.

Hello. Mrs Dyson? Yeah.

PP Walker, Ashfordly Police.

Is Barry in?

He's upstairs.

What happened?

I'd like to ask him a few questions,
that's all. There's been a fire, hasn't

there? Would you call in for me, please?

What's going on?

There must have been a fire.

Where?

At Galloway's farm. A hay barn.

What's that to do with Barry?

I understand you worked for Bill
Galloway until you were sacked four

What of it?

Well, anyone who knows the farm might be
able to help us with our inquiry.

Anyone who knows the farm and has a
grudge, you mean. All right, Mum.

What Barry did is in the past.

He did wrong and he paid the price.

Was it Galloway that put you onto me?

I bet he didn't tell you that Sylvia was
the real reason I got the sack. His

daughter. We're going out and he can't
stand it.

Where were you between ten and midnight
last night?

I was here.

Can anyone confirm that? Yes, me.

He had nothing to do with this fire
constable, so you let him be.

Wonderful sea.

I used to be here in winter.

The wind whistles off them Russian
stacks, picks up a load of seawater and

it on you for days on end. You look very
well on it anyway.

No, I haven't reckoned on you being a
lover of the great outdoors, gentle.

Well, granted, I'm more of a townie, but
I can appreciate a stretch of

countryside for a time.

Then I get bored and hungry for a bit of
man -made scenery.

Like what?

I'll show you.

Pull in here.

Look at that scene.

Virgin territory.

Crying out for an advertising hoarding.

A hoarding? Yes.

Steady on, Denzel.

The council don't even allow you to put
posters up around these parts, do they,

David? Only when a prisoner escapes.

If the hoarding is a fixed one, then of
course they can put the block on it. But

if it's on wheels, it's a different cup
of tea.

If you stuck an advertisement on the
lorry and parked it facing the road,

there's nothing the council could do
about it.

What's the verdict?

Ray said it's not worth claiming.

Just like I said.

It's a broken window, Jean. Yeah,
another broken window. I know, but it'll

less to repair than the excess on your
policy.

I don't know why I bother paying for
insurance.

Well, you asked Bill Galloway. I gather
his hay barn wasn't insured.

What?

Yeah, same old story.

Farmers, they just won't listen.

If you don't insure against the rifts,
you're gambling with your livelihood.

That's rich coming from a better man
like yourself.

Well, only gamble what I can afford to
lose.

Not what I heard from your ex.

Gossip, eh? Has she got anything better
to do?

Yeah. Get her married to Frank Green for
one.

Good luck to him.

So, any broken -down wreck will do?

Of course.

The one in your yard will be perfect.

That's my truck.

Sorry. No offence.

I know folk who'd pay us to tow away
clapped -out vehicles.

Farmers who'd accommodate them on their
land. Plenty if they're going to make a

bob or two.

Well, you set up the site. I'll use my
contact to tell it to advertisers.

A well -sighted hoarding can earn its
keep for years.

Here's to us then, Denzel.

How nice of you to drop by.

Mr Pooley?

Hello. Hi, Mrs Scripps sent me over with
a cheque for you. Oh, yes, thanks.

One of the sensible ones.

We've been talking about the Galloway
fire.

He wasn't covered. Oh, flipping heck,
that's rotten luck.

I saw Rob Walker outside Barry Dyson's
house.

No surprise there, then.

Why, wasn't that something that happened
years ago?

Wasn't that long ago?

I know how long ago it was. I was at
school with him.

Teachers gave him hell because he was a
slow reader.

He's one of these people that see the
words differently.

I had a friend like that.

Bright as they come, but couldn't pass
an exam.

Still doesn't excuse what happened over
Wolsey.

You've got to remember that Bill
Galloway sacked him recently.

Meaning? Well, to be honest, he's got to
be a suspect.

And right or wrong, many people will
think the same.

Yeah, I just think how much harder it is
for him to get a job than anyone else.

Rosie, if he's kept his nose clean, he's
got nothing to worry about, has he? My

clients are always moaning they can't
get farm ends.

Tell him to try Jim Hobson for one.

Right. Thanks, I'll pass this on.

See you. See you, Rosie.

Forensics have confirmed the fire was
started deliberately.

So much for the ruddy obvious.

Have you got the one who did it?

Barry Dyson has an alibi. He was at home
all evening.

Who says?

His mother.

Would it be possible for me to talk to
your daughter?

What for?

I understand she and Barry Dyson are
close friends.

According to him, maybe.

So is it possible for me to speak to
her? No, she's got an office job in

They want enough work to do around here.
Do you have a name for this office?

No.

Mr Galloway.

Look, I've told you, did it? What more
do you want?

Evidence. And for that, we need your
cooperation.

I don't want you upsetting our Sylvie.
Was she the real reason you sacked Barry

Dyson? Well, what if she was?

Truth is, she doesn't much care for him.

It can only be a minute.

At least it's been.

Your father told him I did it.

I planned a dream not to bring you into
it.

What's the point?

I swear he wants to see me in jail.

Don't say that.

Look, they'll find out I did it and then
he'll know.

He'll come round.

He'll never come round, Sylvie.

If we want to be together, we have to
get away.

You know that.

I need to save some money.

That's what I've come to tell you about.

There's a job going at Hobson's farm.
I've fixed it to see him later.

If I get it, make some overtime, who
knows?

That's great.

Listen, I've got to get back.

Make me let, tell me if you got it.

Usual play.

Look at the state of this.

Don't ask.

I don't want to talk about it.

It'll take a miracle to get this on its
feet.

Whose is it?

Peggy Armstrong's. Well, tell her to put
it out of its misery.

Hello.

I've come about the job.

What job?

I've phoned Mr. Hobson about it.

Well, he's in the barn.

Done much farm work before?

Yeah.

Sheep? Yeah. Cattle?

Yeah. Beef or dairy?

Both.

What about pigs?

Not much.

No. I've got a shed full of them.
Temporary.

What do you work like?

Upside farm.

Bill Galloway's place?

What do you say your name was?

Dyson. Barry Dyson.

So, you had not much to do with pigs?

No.

I'm a quick learner and a good worker.

Well, the fact is, I was looking for
someone with a bit more experience.

Someone I could trust.

Do you get me?

Yeah.

I get you.

Barry Dyson was at home all night,
according to his mum.

Do you believe her?

No reason not to. I know Mrs Dyson.

She's a decent thought, but she has his
mother.

Mother Cooper?

No, thanks. I'd better go.

Did Galloway know about Barry's cloth
before you took him on?

Yes, but he was desperate for a
farmhand.

So why did he sack him? According to
Dyson, he thinks it's because he was

Galloway's daughter.

Ah, and father didn't like it. No, not
one bit.

In fact, he's been going out of his mind
over it. Any other possibilities?

Anyone else with a motive, you mean?

According to Galloway, he hadn't got an
enemy in the world.

Bar one.

I'd better doubt it.

Dianne isn't really serious about Sylvia
Galloway.

Why would he want to damage her family
farm?

I don't know.

I suppose you could ask the sort of
person who'd set fire to their own

Where have you been all this time?

Why? All right, Mrs Dyson.

Leave this to us.

What's going on?

This is Sergeant Miller.

I want to know where he's been this
evening. Why?

What's up?

Just answer the question.

I went to Hobson's farm.

Tried for a job. That was almost three
hours ago. So?

So where have you been since then?
That's my business.

No, lad, that's our business.

What are they on about?

There's been another fire.

What? At Jim Hobson.

Unbelievable.

Love, you must tell them the truth.
About what?

Listen to your mother. There's nothing
to tell. I went there for a job. And he

recognised your name, didn't he?

Knew your reputation.

When he turned you down, you got angry,
didn't you? Please, love, where have you

been all this time?

I haven't set fire to anything, Mum.

And if they think I have, let them prove
it.

Is it far?

I'm not exactly wearing the right shoes
for hiking.

It's about a quarter of a mile.

I'm surprised. I thought you didn't know
the spot.

It's the most beautiful place around
here.

Pardon me for asking.

It's quite a picture, isn't it?

I'll be getting into trouble.

What is it?

There was another fire last night.

At Hobson's place. Are you kidding?

It started soon after I left, dear.

Soon after?

I think I did it.

Oh.

Barry.

What? You didn't have anything to do
with it, did you?

You as well.

Tell me, Barry. I shouldn't have to.

But you were upset when you met me last
night. I was upset.

I'm never going to get a job round here,
am I?

But you didn't set the fire.

No.

Sorry.

Police were waiting for me when I got
in. Wanted to know where I'd been.

Did you tell them? No.

Why not?

Because then your father would get to
know you were with me.

But I'm your alibi, Barry. Even if you
told them, I could have still started

fire before meeting you.

What are you going to do?

Police are set on pinning it on me.

Money or no money, I've got to get away
now.

Are you with me?

Well, thanks anyway.

That was the council's planning officer.

He can't do a thing.

What? If the caravan has wheels, it's
classified as temporary and it's out of

their control.

That's ridiculous.

It's a horrible blight on a beautiful
part of Yorkshire. Don't shoot the

messenger. The law's the law.

But it's only one spot.

Can't we ask Peggy Armstrong to move it
somewhere else? I've just seen Bernie

towing in more wrecks. This might just
be the start.

Can't the police do something?

What? The hoardings are on private land.

Okay, stuff the council and the police.

From here on, it's down to direct
action.

Are you with us?

Do you think it's a good time to talk to
Mr. Hobson? He's just had a fire.

One door goes up in flames, David,
another one swings open.

Morning, Brenda.

I've come to see your gym.

You like to wait?

I'm putting the claim form in today.

The figure agreed.

So, how long before I can expect to see
the money? Well, it's hard to say. I'll

see they don't sit on it. Make sure you
do, because this farm's bleeding me dry.

Well, since it's on private land, Mrs
Armstrong, that's trespass as a civil

matter. Not only trespass, it's wanton
destruction of personal property. Oh,

well, if that's true, we might have to
look into it.

All right, we'll definitely look into
it.

Trouble? Peggy Armstrong complaining
about the wanton destruction of an

advertising hoarding.

An advertising hoarding. A new
enterprise of hers.

Spare me the details.

Well, she's getting pretty steamed up
about the damage.

All right, Bellamy, you'd better go and
round up the usual vandals.

Oh, that's unnecessary.

The culprit left his moniker on it.

There!

That were an advert.

for Sud's washing powder before it were
painted over.

Wanton destruction, you said. What do
you call it?

Charming. The company paid good money
for this site and it will not be

And you are?

The name's Witty.

Really?

Denzel Witty.

Yes. This vandalism spreads to other
sites.

we'll lose a substantial sum of money.
But we're talking about a business going

down with a loss of three jobs.

David, what do you make of this?

Well, it's an old sheep. Eh?

Well, I'd like to see some sheep in it.

Oh, shut up, David.

With your name in it, Rob.

Nice bike, that.

Yeah. Shame about the face, eh?

That's his calling card. He's a debt
collector.

Oh, he said he's looking up some old
friends.

Yeah, I bet.

Hey, what's the latest on last night's
fire?

We're still waiting for friend links.

Well, customers don't reckon much to
having an orphanage down the loose.

Don't suppose they mention any names, do
they?

Only one. Barry Dyson.

Well, innocent until proven guilty,
Gina.

Besides, he has an alibi for the night
at the Galloway fire.

All right.

I'm glad.

Well, his mum says that he was home all
evening.

How could she know?

She was sat two rows in front of me
watching Dr Zhivago.

Come on.

What is it this time?

The night of the fire at Bill Galloway's
farm.

You said Barry was at home all evening.

That's right.

You'd swear to that in court.

I swear he had nothing to do with it.

That's not what I asked, Mrs Dyson.

You gave Barry an alibi, even though you
were at the cinema all evening.

Is that true?

He didn't light that fire.

I'd know if he was lying.

He made a bad mistake once and he's been
punished for it again and again.

Would you call in for me, please?

Barry?

Barry?

He's not in his room, Constable.

He's gone.

And he's taken his things.

Mayfield? Hi, Gina.

Is Jack in? I think he's expecting you.

How are things at home?

Er, OK, thanks.

Bit of a change, I expect.

Well, you could say that.

Bachelor boy one day, wife three kids,
dog, cat and a goldfish the next.

He's in the snug.

Thanks.

Well, that was good going, Constable.

Were they as fast in your day, Mr Keats?
Naturally, I trained him.

Wow, I'm impressed.

When it comes to vandalism, we're
usually looking for kids, not their

These days, it's only the kids that have
got the guts to man the barricades.

Jack, it should be possible to be able
to protest without causing malicious

damage. Not in this case, Bellamy. If
the law won't help us, we have to help

ourselves. Oscar, this isn't a debate.

Please keep out of it. Why?

I was there.

Really, Oscar, there's no need. I was
with him. I helped him.

What for?

Because I love the countryside as much
as anyone, and I don't see why greed

should be allowed to blight it. Fine.

You've made your point. Now I'll make
mine.

This is an official caution to both of
you. To grow up and behave.

Bingo.

Because the rain

be the proof that we'll defend our
countryside to the last.

Whatever the cost, we'll find these
things.

You say the hoarding was on common land?

Yes, Sarge. Land that everyone is
allowed to use.

For the common good, not narrow
commercial interests.

Well, it's not narrow about it. It's as
big as our sand.

Quite. This sort of willful criminality
leaves me speechless, as does your

attitude, Sergeant. I can see now where
your officers get it from.

Rest assured, Mr. Whitty, we will deal
with the culprits.

What we will charge him with, I'm not
quite sure. What's wrong with theft?

Taking a vehicle without consent.

Reckless pushing.

We could always do them for illegally
tipping rubbish, Sarge.

We'll think of something.

All right, Bellamy, you'd better go and
bring them in.

All of them, Sarge.

It's just that there's been 12 who've
claimed responsibility so far.

Something gone wrong?

No.

Looks like your claim's going through.

I'll be glad when this is all over.

Over? The check in my hand.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, you've done all right.

You've not done so bad yourself.

Put the wind up everybody.

They must be flocking in. Yeah, not like
a fat check, though, is it?

I'd say you've had the lion's share so
far.

So far?

Yeah. I want you to do another one.

Frank Green's warehouse.

You what?

You know how that toll rag put the skids
under my marriage?

Don't be daft, man. That's all in the
past.

For me, it isn't.

He took my wife and now he's going to
pay.

I did Galloway's place.

You did mine. That was the deal.

I know for a fact he's underinsured.

One spark and that place will go up like
a tinderbox.

No, Ray. Count me out.

You're not listening, are you?

One word from me to the insurers and you
can whistle for your payoff. Think of

the risk.

With the Barnes, we can make the lad a
scapegoat. Then do it again.

How?

He's sweet on Bill Galloway's girl,
honey. He won't let her see him. So?

Oh, use your brain, man.

No, it's mad.

Well, it's up to you.

Do it, or say goodbye to your money.

My bet is he won't go anywhere without
Sylvia Galloway.

Where is she?

At the family farm.

As soon as Dyson went missing, I tipped
off Galloway.

He won't let her out of his sight.

If we keep an eye on the farm, he's
bound to turn up sooner or later. Can we

afford to be so complacent with an
arsonist on the loose?

Assuming he's the one.

You still doubt it?

He's got no alibi for either fire and
now he's on the run.

He's done everything but lock the cell
door behind him.

And what have we got here?

Ah, yes, the militant wing of the
campaign to save our picnic spot.

I wouldn't trivialise it if I were you,
Sergeant.

I don't intend to.

Lock them up, Bellamy.

Sarge? Well, I presume you cautioned
them previously about their behaviour?

Well, yes, Sarge.

Then put them away, pending further slow
and painstaking inquiries.

Right, sir.

All right, I know the way.

Yes, it seems you've become a bit of a
regular fixture around here, Mr.

Blaketon.

Jack, he doesn't pay to make marches of
them.

I think he's wrong about Barry Dyson as
well.

Well, he had the motive and the
opportunity and the form. There's no

that. It doesn't make sense, Olaf.

He had nothing to gain and everything to
lose.

Well, it wasn't him. Who?

Someone with something to gain.

Go on.

Oh, what about Galloway?

He had nothing to gain financially, but
framing Dyson might destroy the

relationship with his daughter.

All right, what about Hobson?

I hear that he's losing money on a pig
-rearing unit.

A big payout would come in handy.

Oh, well, game, set and match.

All I'm saying is that there's others
that might have a motive.

Well, don't forget Pooley, the insurance
broker.

Well, his business is booming. There's
no doubt about that. Right.

One another thing.

When Dyson went round to Hobson's for a
job, he said that Mrs Hobson knew

nothing about the vacancy.

Who told him there was one?

He got a message from Rosie Cartwright,
who had had a tip -off from Ray Pooley.

What are you saying?

Suppose Pooley and Hobson colluded to
get Dyson to the farm under false

pretenses. Giving the lad both motive
and opportunity.

Exactly. Well, it's neat and plausible.

And damn near unprovable.

Yeah. 50 % of the fee up front to
reserve each site.

Thank you, old boy.

Another two, thanks.

Well, I'd better get busy.

And what's wrong with you?

Gina wouldn't serve me at the pub.

Why not?

Because I've been barred. It's the same
in the post office.

Barred? Yeah, you too.

Nobody wants to know us on account of Mr
Blaketon and Mr Hollins going to jail.

Jail? My word.

It's about time the police did something
right.

It's five miles to another pub.

David, the way business is booming,
you'll be able to have beer delivered to

your door.

All right, I'll just sit here and drink
it on my own, shall I?

Oh, by the way, before she threw me out,
Gina said there's somebody been asking

for you, Mr Denzel.

Me?

Yeah, some biker bloke with a broken
nose.

And he's been catching up with a few old
friends.

Really?

Come on, Bellamy, look lively. Here's
your end.

Do you think I came down on the last
shower?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I don't know what you've been up
to since I've been out, do I?

Oh, are you implying some deviousness on
our part?

You're in a cell, Oscar.

People pick up nasty habits in a place
like this. You surprise me. All right,

then. You shuffle.

No. Eat this before it gets cold.

What's this?

Food.

Are you sure?

Wasn't like this in my day, Jack. Here
we go. Look, if you two had agreed to

keep the peace in the first place, we
could have all been at home with our

up, couldn't we? You still don't get it,
do you?

We're making a principled stand here.

Going to eat that, aren't I?

Certainly not.

And neither is he.

Oh, thank God. I've been worried to
death.

The police were here again. They know I
lied about your alibi.

Why is it happening to me?

Don't, love, don't.

Constable Walker made me promise I'd
phone him if he came home.

You've got to face up to this, Barry.

What's the point?

I've been waiting for Sylvia.

She didn't show up.

A friend of hers phoned.

A friend? Who?

He didn't say.

She couldn't phone herself, but she
wanted to meet you. Where?

Ashfordly. The phone box by Green's
Furniture Warehouse.

When? Barry, you've got to phone
Constable Walker. When does she want to

Tonight, she'll wait.

I knew she wouldn't let me down. Oh,
Barry.

Barry, please, Barry.

Oh, sorry.

Did I nod off?

Oh, it's no matter, Denzel. I was busy
cashing off. Yes.

Where's David?

Oh, still moping upstairs.

Who's that at this time of night? You're
not expecting anyone?

No. No?

Don't open the door. We've money on the
premises. You never know.

Oh, it's all right.

It's only the police.

What's happened now? More vandalism?

No. It's only a matter of time.

I thought you'd locked up the
ringleaders.

Yeah, well, that's the problem.

They've become martyrs to the cause now
they've gone on hunger strike.

Oh, don't talk that. It's the honest
truth.

They're refusing food until you back
down. They can do what they like, as far

I'm concerned.

And as a matter of fact, that Oscar
Blaketon could do with losing a few

Hey, Barry, Barry! The fire!

I didn't do it!

Back there!

Alright, get on.

Get on!

We can't get through, it's blocked.

We're gonna smash a window.

There you are mate, give me your hand.

Thank you.

Sergeant Miller, Ashford to police.

Do the honours, would you, Constable?

Ray Pooley, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of arson. You're not obliged

anything unless you wish to do so.

But what you say may be put into writing
and given in evidence.

Would you like to change, sir?

Oh, come as you are.

David?

Oh, yes?

Have you seen Denzel?

Oh, that's a bit early for him yet,
isn't it?

Well, he's not in his room.

And neither is he.

Okay.

He's done me.

What? Yeah, the blighter's taken the
money and scarpered.

He can't have.

Look!

Empty!

I knew they was going to be told when
you said somebody was looking for him.

He didn't find it, though.

So, do you not think he'll come back?

Not a chance.

It's a shame, really. We were doing all
right.

Oh, so we'll not be able to carry on,
then?

Well, how?

Without Denzel getting the advertising,
all we've got is a load of Odin saying,

watch this space.

Yeah, and everyone cross with us. I did
well to hide this, though.

Thank you, Mother.

Mother? Yeah, she told me never to trust
a man in a bow tie.

So despite you rescuing him, he still
needed some persuading to grab on

Hobson still hoped Pooley would swing
the insurance claim on his barn so he

could have some money when he got out of
Britain.

Bad chance.

Since we convinced him that there was no
payout, he was only too keen to shock

Pooley. And the rest is history.

Me, all I get is a day off to get my
uniform cleaned.

Good news for them two anyway.

Looks like Jim Galloway's not going to
stand in the way of true love after all.

Hey -o.

Who let you out?

Peggy Armstrong's thrown in the towel.

All charges dropped. No more hoardings.

In view of our hunger strike, she said
it was a humanitarian gesture.

And if you believe that, you believe
anything. They're outside now, waiting

be let in.

Well, go and let them in, then. No, no.

Just throw them out a bottle of pop and
a bag of crisps. Good idea, Jack, but

first things first.

Exactly. What's in the fridge?

What's in the fridge? Why?

Why?

We're starving!

I'd like to make a withdrawal, please.
Hot swimming, robbing banks. Everything

you haven't until. Whatever's happening
to the world, we need your car.

Lucy Bellman, a city banker's daughter.
He said if I didn't come back and get

you on your feet again, he'd kill you.
It's not easy. I've packed ships and

everything around for a funeral.

Get back!