All language subtitles for heartbeat_s15e20_wine_and_roses

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

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

Of behaviour?

How do you mean?

Funny moves.

Nicest pie one minute and then tetchy,
grumpy the next.

It's almost as if... I don't know. It's
almost as if she's trying to hide

something from me.

She has had to bring up three kids on
her own, Phil. I mean, that can't have

been easy.

But she's not on her own now, is she?

We should share our problems.

Of course.

Look, I'm going to have to get back to
work.

Thanks.

Hi. Remember me?

My name's Jack.

Don't be daft.

We were just having a chat.

He's got a few things on his mind.

Not that he's got that much of a mind to
have anything on, has he?

It's just a joke, Oscar, just a joke.

I should hope so.

Hello, love. How was the pub?

A bit quiet.

Have you been out?

Of course not.

It's just that your Mac's dripping wet.

Oh, no. I just popped out to post a
letter to my sister.

Hey.

Darling, what have you done with your
cheek?

Oh, it's nothing.

Our Peter scratched us when I gave him a
goodnight hug.

We'll cut his nails.

Thanks. I'll be there as soon as I can.

Hello, surgery?

Helen, it's Rob.

I didn't wake you, did I?

No. No, not at all. I'm glad you called,
actually.

I think it's time we talked things over,
don't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, good idea. But it's actually
police business I'm calling on.

Oh, I see.

A body in the river, near Low End
Bridge.

Well, I'll be right over.

Mail. Late 40s. Patient of mine, Ronald
Headley.

Darned, presumably.

Seems so. We'll have to wait for the
pathologist to confirm the exact cause

death. Married?

Separated, I believe.

What line of work was he in?

Unemployed. Not long being released from
prison.

He suffered from depression and had a
serious drink problem.

Thank you, Doctor.

Nothing much.

Soggy 10 -bob note, couple of family
photos.

Got drunk and fell in, most likely.

I'm sorry about the misunderstanding.

On the phone.

No, no, no, not at all.

I think you're right. It's about time we
had a chat.

Shut that flaming dog up, for goodness
sake!

What is it, girl?

Aunt Peggy?

What's she barking at?

Eh?

Lippin' heck!

Morning, love.

Breakfast?

Er, no thanks.

Not that hungry.

Heyya. How's our Peter doing? Feeling
better today?

Perking up. Does hate that medicine,
though.

Mug of tea before you go.

Well,

I'm seeing he's in a good mood.

You never know where you are with a one
minute down the next.

Yes, yes, all right. We'll try and get
someone over there.

Peggy Armstrong.

Claims she's got some squatters.

They must be mad if they want to squat
with her.

I heard that.

Your taxi, sir?

Service and ready for business.

What's all this?

It's an outrage.

That's what it is.

Squatting on my land.

David's land, you mean.

What's going on here?

Hey, cool with that.

You're giving out bad karma. I'll give
you more than bad what's -it -mating.

This is private land.

Look, man, the air, the sea, the land
should belong to everyone.

We share, you share, it's cool.

Well, what have you lot got to share?

Share life, and the world can make
beautiful music, man.

You'd better get over there and see what
that Armstrong woman's on about.

Right, Sergeant.

The man in the river is a Ronald
Headley, disgraced ex -manager of the

Provincial Bank, Ashfordly.

He's just done five years for theft.

He embezzled a bank of over £10 ,000.

He caused quite a scandal.

He protested his innocence.

It ruined his life.

Separated from his wife, so we'll have
to find out, as next of kin.

Also, he was staying in lodgings, so
we'd better let them know as well.

You've a right tribe here, haven't you?

I think they're quite nice.

I mean, Aunt Peggy's not a swap, you
know. Oh, and that's exactly a dead

dishing. You reckon something called a
ley line there had positive energy?

Well, they can't stay without
permission.

It's trespass.

Morning, Mrs Armstrong.

I gather you'd like to please help with
this matter?

No, you can shove off.

Everything's cool now, is that?

You requested us to attend.

Yeah, well, I've changed my mind.

Go and attend to some traffic reports.

That's quite funny, ma 'am. It's not
funny, cycling all the way out here.

Tough. They can stay here as long as
they like.

So on your bike, copper.

We don't need the fuzz.

Sorry to interrupt, Sarge. Had a call
from the pathologist.

It seems that Mr Hedley's death might
not have been a straightforward

He had a heavy blow to the temple before
entering the water.

He owed me back rent.

Still found money for his whiskey,
though.

What with your life?

Bit of an odd one, really.

In and out all hours.

Neeking about with your camera.

Bashing away on that type right at
middle at night.

Other times he'd just lie in his bed
getting drunk.

Bit pathetic, really.

No joy.

His wife left the last address a couple
of years ago.

His landlady's not full of joy either.
He died owing her rent.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Control. Go ahead,
Alpha. Sergeant Miller wants you and PC

Bellamy to meet him at the riverbank
where the body was found.

ASAP.

The pathologist isn't sure how the
injury occurred.

He could have struck his head on
something prior to falling in, I

Or somebody could have struck him.

Exactly. He'd also consumed a
considerable amount of alcohol.

He could have gone in near that bridge
down there.

Given that he was drunk, he could have
hit his head on the bridge, I suppose.

Sarge?

Yeah, another one.

Hoppy's jacket?

More like a raincoat than an overcoat.

Later. Bit of common sort.

Inscribed with initials, though.

BB.

Can I have a look at that, lad?

Do you recognise it?

No.

BB, my mum Hadley, ready for the next
bit.

Better get these bottles banged up as
well.

Check them for prints.

That's daylight robbery.

That's cheaper than I thought, at this
short notice.

What do we need a market store for,
anyway?

Now, why do you think to sell things?

All right.

What things?

Bellamy, you stay here.

Talk to passers -by, neighbours, see if
anybody heard anything last night.

I'll send Younger along as well. Right,
Sarge.

Walker, go round to Headley's old bank.

See if you can find anyone who might
help us trace the experience wire.

Done.

That's great.

They're a really nice crowd, Bernie.

Hey, we could service the camper van.

Oh, why?

What, they're going to pay us with peace
and love?

What now to do with it?

I don't know what David and Peggy are
thinking about, letting a load of

doss out there.

Hippies? Did you say hippies?

That's right, Mrs. Jowett. Councillor
Jowett. Yes, sorry.

There's an old bunch of them camping out
at Peggy Armstrong's. Right eyesore,

I'm told.

Well, they're not harming anyone.

I'm on the council immediate committee.

We've had no formal application from
Mrs. Armstrong for a campsite. Really?

I am surprised.

This will need investigation.

You think a man was assaulted.

He was found dead in the river.

Near where he went in, we found a
raincoat button and a cigarette lighter

the initials BB.

It looked like the lighter I've seen you
use.

And last night, your coat was wet and
your face was scratched.

What's going on?

What's going on is you're losing your
marbles.

I know nothing about dead men in rivers.

Where were you last night?

I was here. I left the house for 30
seconds to post a letter. For goodness

Phil, this is ridiculous. Let's just get
this straight.

Were you by the river last night or not?

Oh, love.

God, not.

There are thousands of them lighters.

Lots of people in grave initials. BB's
not unusual.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I suppose so.

I'm a bit concerned, that's all.

I'm sorry.

I'm still on duty. I'd better get back.

I'll see you later, yeah?

Oh, God, he can't be dead.

How awful.

I didn't even realise he was out of
prison.

And you worked here when he was the
manager?

Yeah.

Everyone was really shocked by what he
did.

He'd always seemed such an honest man.

Did you know his wife?

As assistant manager, I met her
occasionally at social function.

We need to get in touch with her as his
next of kin. I can't help you there, I'm

afraid. After the trial, she moved out
of the area.

Well, thank you for your help.

I thought I recognised her.

Not a family photo.

She's the assistant manager at his old
bank.

Bit odd, though, isn't it, carrying
round a photo of a former colleague?

Or perhaps they were friends.

Or even lovers.

Who knows?

Have a discreet word with her again
tomorrow.

See if she's got any idea why her
photograph would be in his wallet.

It's out.

Bottoms up.

And good vibrations.

Peggy Armstrong, buying drinks for those
hippie squatters.

What's she up to, Bernie?

Can't be any good, whatever it is.

Is Gina about?

She's upstairs getting changed.

We're off to the pictures.

Any minute now.

Right, I just wanted a word.

Perhaps another time.

Yeah, all right. Sure.

Good. You made it.

Shall we go inside?

Yeah.

Good to see you.

Yeah, you too.

So?

So.

As I understand it, you wanted to split
up because you felt our values are

totally different.

I'm sorry.

I didn't really mean it.

It's been such an emotional time seeing
my father like that.

I don't know how I feel.

It's still a bit uncertain.

You mean you used to be indecisive, but
you're not sure now?

No, not just at the moment.

Oh, thank you.

That was very nice.

My name's David.

What's your name?

I'm Apple Blossom.

She likes you, man.

Wanted to play.

Oh.

Good evening.

Here comes trouble.

I assume you're responsible for this
disorderly gathering, Mrs Armstrong.

Hello, Mrs Jowett. Councillor Jowett.

This encampment contravenes local
bylaws. You don't say.

You are also potentially infringing the
Town and Country Planning Act, the

Caravan Sites Act, and, without adequate
toilet facilities, no doubt the Public

Health Act.

Whoa, that's a lot of acts, ma 'am.
Yeah, go away. You're giving out bad

I should be giving out summonses as
well. This lunacy is going to be brought

a swift end.

So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

I eventually managed to trace his wife.
She lives in Bournemouth, so she's

making arrangements to come up and
formally identify the body.

Sad business.

I'm still wondering why he had a photo
of Cheryl Cooper on him.

I can see why Debbie Benhamy find it a
strain being married to a policeman.

Does she?

There's nothing wrong with Phil. He's
great with her kids.

He's like you.

Always on duty.

It's always my job that gets in the way
for us, isn't it?

No.

Actually, I quite like the way you keep
chewing over a case.

Like a dog with a bone.

A handsome pedigree dog, I hope.

Damn.

I ought to be going anyway.

Sorry to call you so late, Walker.

Ah, Dr Trent.

Night, Sergeant. I was just leaving.

Hope I didn't interrupt anything.

The Hadley case. There's been a puzzling
development.

Oh? PC Younger took two statements from
separate witnesses who claimed they saw

a woman hurrying away from the riverbank
last night.

One was a vague description of a woman
wearing an overcoat and headscarf.

The other was more precise.

She said she saw blood on her cheek and
she recognised the face.

It was somebody she knew, called Debbie
Black.

Now Bellamy.

Bill told me that the agent spilled arms
last night.

Did he say anything about his wife?

The witness seemed pretty positive about
this, so I'm going to have to take it

further. I just thought I'd better check
with you to see if he knew any more.

Well, no, Sarge.

But even if it was Debbie by the river,
doesn't mean she had anything to do with

Hedley's death.

No, of course not. But she must have
heard about it by now.

It seems odd she hasn't mentioned being
there to anyone.

It was dark, wet.

The witness might have got it wrong,
Sarge.

According to PC Younger, the witness was
pretty certain it was your wife.

She's not mentioned anything to you?

No. Well, if she was down by the
river...

She may be able to help us.

Will you allow me to talk to her about
it then, Sarge? No, I will not.

I'll speak to her.

Adam, now you can have nothing more to
do with this investigation.

These were in his wallet.

This is really frightening.

I had no idea I was being photographed.

He must have been following me about,
secretly taking pictures of me.

Then shivers up my spine.

I thought all that was over.

All what?

He had a crush on me.

I hated ever being alone with him.

He was my boss and I was always having
to fend him off.

It was even worse when he'd been
drinking.

Any social event, you know, Christmas,
office parties.

Oh, he was difficult to handle when he
was drunk.

Miller wants to talk to you.

This is serious.

One of them... One of the mothers from
school said she saw you by the river the

night before last.

She's lying.

Why would she lie?

Oh, that's right. Believe a complete
stranger rather than your own wife.

What's this?

How long have you been smoking and
drinking behind my back?

It's none of your business.

It is my business if you were drinking
by the top half that night.

Were you? Stop it.

All these questions, you're making me
nervous.

Debbie.

What went on that night?

Get your exotic fabrics, potions from
the Orient, and the

instruments that inspired the Beatles.

Sure, sure, sure, sure, David.

No more.

Oh, oh, yes, madam.

Now, that would really suit you.

I just had to get out of the house. I
went for a walk.

To where a man died in suspicious
circumstances.

Stop treating me like a criminal. I'm
not someone who got banged up in the

cells.

Debbie, I need to know, did you see Ron
Headley that night?

Middle -aged man.

Scruffy clothes, unshaven.

No.

No, I didn't.

What was your lighter we found, though,
near where he fell?

I dropped it on the footpath. He must
have picked it up. I never saw anyone. I

never saw this man.

Debbie, this is really important.

You have lied to me before.

Is this the absolute truth?

Yes.

I saw nothing. I saw no one.

Right.

Then we need to tell Sergeant Miller
that.

If it's not too much trouble.

Good morning, Mrs. Jarrett.

Councillor Jarrett.

Where's the sergeant?

I'm afraid he's busy at the moment,
madam.

Can I be of assistance?

I want a policeman, not a cadet.

I'm a policeman.

Fully qualified.

Then they've obviously lowered the
standards.

Ah, Sergeant Miller.

Good morning, Mrs Jarrett.

Councillor Jarrett.

In my capacity as such, I have to make
an official visit to Mrs Armstrong's

illegal hippie encampment.

And?

There could be trouble.

Then I'll get PC Younger to accompany
you.

Well, that'll be all, Councillor.

If he's the best you can manage, I
suppose it is, yes.

I'll see you in my office, Mrs Bellamy.

And you, Walton.

So you were by the river, but you didn't
see Mr Headley or anyone else. Is that

right? Yes.

Then can you please explain to me what
you were doing there at that time of

night?

Phil was out late and Peter's not been
well.

I felt trapped and just had to get out
of the house.

But I'm sure I never saw anyone.

And there's nothing else you can tell us
that may further our inquiry?

No.

Well, if you do remember anything,
please speak to me and not your husband.

Show Mrs Bellamy out, Walker.

Not a bad morning's work, eh, David?

You shouldn't have sold Apple Blossom's
flute.

I mean, she'd only lent that to me. Oh,
stop going on.

Well, are you going to give me the money
for it? Well, heckers like.

It's the money I earn on the store that,
instead of them paying rent, they're

staying here. What's going on here?

All right.

What is going on? The council have
received complaints about this campsite.

And who's complained?

Confidential. All right, Madam
Confidential. I think we all know who's

doing the complaining.

Steady on, Mrs Armstrong.

Oh, yeah, that's right. You take her
side.

The foot are all the same.

Establishment lackeys!

This site is unlicensed.

I'm issuing you with a council
enforcement order.

These people...

Their goods and chattels must be off
this land within 24 hours.

Hello, Phil.

Helen.

Look, I'm still on duty.

I shouldn't really be here, but... I
need it to see you.

Oh?

I think that...

I think that Debbie has a drink problem.

Really?

She's been hiding vodka all around the
house and... Well, I was wondering if

confided in you.

I can't discuss her with you as a
patient, Phil.

But I have noticed she's been unhappy
lately.

Well, um... Peter's nearly better now,
but... Maybe you could pop round to the

house and... I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

No, we'll just ignore it. The floods can
get heavy when it comes to evictions,

ma 'am. Look, you're on private land.
You've done nothing wrong.

I don't dig being hassled, ma 'am.

It's time we split.

Hey, hang on a minute.

Notwithstanding, it's all factual.

Blah, blah, blah.

Statutory right of appeal.

Blah, blah, blah. This order will be
suspended.

We'll appeal.

It could take months.

Peter seems much better.

But how are you, Debbie?

All right.

Listen, Debbie, I'm going to be straight
with you.

Phil asked me to call.

He's worried about your drinking.

Don't believe it.

Telling tales behind my back.

But he's your husband. He's concerned.

About my drinking?

That's rich.

He's always in the pub sucking pints.
I'm supposed to sit at home drinking

am I?

Listen... No.

You've finished dealing with our Peter,
you can go.

I've seen all the empty wine bottles by
your dustbin. I'll not have you lecture

me about drinking.

I wasn't trying to judge you.

If you want to talk, you know where I
am.

There you go. Thanks, Jack.

The more signatures I get, the more the
council have to take my appeal

seriously. What, you want a lot of
scruffy hippies on your land for, innit?

don't be such an old misery, Bernie.

What would you do, Oscar?

Make them all have short back and sides
and join the army?

No, you'd be wrong there, Jack. If
they're doing no harm, I say live and

live. Gina. Good on you.

Do you have a word?

Don't forget the restaurant's booked for
eight, love.

I know.

She's lied to me about the drinking, but
there's other things as well.

Like what?

You know that man who drowned?

I think she might have met him that
night.

Well, have you asked her?

Well, she denies it, of course, but I
reckon she might have.

All sorts of things are going through my
head.

She might be having an affair with him.
Oh, come on, Phil, don't be daft.

She might have rowed. She might have
caused his death.

Phil, she says she didn't see him.

If it's worrying you that much, why
don't you ask her again?

Yeah?

Night, Bill.

Do you mind if we forget the restaurant
tonight, love?

I'm not really in the mood now.

Thanks a lot, PC Bellamy.

I'll give him a break.

He's got quite a few problems at the
moment.

And doesn't he share them around?

Why be miserable alone when you can make
Gina miserable as well?

Hey, come on, Jack.

Steady on. Well, he does.

He brings her nothing but doom and
gloom. Phil Bellamy happens to be a

mine, so you can stop this right now.
Have you got that?

Where's Jack gone?

He's gone home. Yeah, behaving like a
spoiled child. All he seems to think

is himself.

Oh, shut up, Oscar.

You never liked him, have you?

Drinking yourself stupid's not going to
help anything.

I'll do what I want.

Did you see Headley that night?

No, and I told Sergeant Miller. Yes, I
know what you told Miller. Now, I want

the truth. It is the truth.

Your face was cut. Your lighter was
found. You were with him.

No.

You're lying.

The vodka bottle we found on that bridge
will have your prints on it.

And so will the lighting. Now tell me
what happened!

Oh, I saw him!

He attacked me!

He tried to grab my vodka so I swung the
bottle at him!

You hit him with the bottle?

I had time.

I thought we might pick up on last
night's conversation.

Sure, come in.

I was having a drink and a ciggy and I
didn't spot him under the bridge

and suddenly he was there.

He was desperate for a drink and tried
to grab mine but I lashed out at him.

I hurt Danielle in pain.

It's a fine line between regular social
drinking and the crossover to

alcoholism. You think she's an
alcoholic?

She shows some of the signs.

Mood swings, drinking alone, hiding the
evidence.

Poor old Phil.

There you go again. All coppers
together.

What about poor Debbie?

Yeah, yeah, sorry, poor old Debbie.

He hit him with a bottle.

Where? His head, his temple.

I don't know.

I swung it at him.

The bottle slipped and fell and I ran.

Did you hear him fall in the river?

It was windy and raining.

I didn't look back, I just kept running.

It's all right.

It's all right.

We'll, uh, we'll go in tomorrow and
we'll tell Miller what happened.

No, don't tell anyone.

Debbie, ask me to cover this up.

I'm your wife.

You might have killed someone.

But my going to prison's not going to
bring him back, is it?

What about the kids?

What'll happen to them if I get locked
up?

I'll stop drinking, I promise.

I'll do anything.

To do what's right.

Betray your own family, that's what's
right, is it?

Maybe I can get a bit wrapped up in the
job.

But that doesn't mean we can't work
things out.

You think so?

Now we're both made me think.

So, maybe we should just be friends.

Yeah.

Close friends.

How close were you thinking of?

Somewhere here would be good.

Right, David.

Come on, then.

I'm appealing against having peace
loving if it's turfed off my land.

I'm appealing.

Not to me, you're not.

So what are you putting first?

Your wife with a job.

Are you going to call, Miller?

Or should I?

Mrs. Headley's arrived at the morgue to
identify the body.

She'll need the wallet, please.

Younger, take Mrs. Bellamy into the
interview room, would you?

You're excused duty today, Bellamy.

You'll be kept informed of all
developments.

Sir.

Alf, see if you can find a good
solicitor for Mrs Bellamy, would you?

Must have been a bit of an ordeal, their
identification, Mrs Hadley.

Sad to see him come to that.

He was always such a smartly turned out
man.

I spoke to the assistant manager at the
bank, Mrs Cooper. Oh, that devious

bitch. Ron was always convinced that she
was the one who really embezzled the

bank's money.

Oh. Well, she used to give him documents
for signature.

Ron was very trusting of his staff.

Signed without checking.

And it was that signature on a funds
transfer that made him look guilty of

embezzlement. Now, Ron was certain it
was her who was stifling the bank's

We went through your husband's wallet
and found these photographs of Mrs

She says he took them because he was
obsessed by her.

Oh, that's utter rubbish.

He probably took them to show the kind
of car she's now driving and the sort of

house she now lives in.

Well, she used to drive an old banger
and live in a terrace house.

Well, he was probably trying to get
evidence to show that she had had the

and not him.

So you lashed out at him with a vodka
bottle?

I was terrified.

And the bottle connected?

You actually hit him with it?

I think so.

Now, this is very important.

Are you saying that you hit Mr. Headley
across the head with the vodka bottle,

yes or no?

Yes.

Yes, I suppose I did.

The pathologist's report indicates that
he received a blow to the head which

left him unconscious prior to his death
by drowning.

You are admitting that you delivered
such a blow and that you fled the scene,

leaving Mr. Headley to his fate.

I was terrified.

I just... Mrs.

Headley would like to go through her
husband's things, OK?

If he was gathering evidence on Mrs.
Cougar, we may find it here.

No, it's a cop something.

Oh, that's the figures.

A money trail.

In between drinking bouts, he was
obviously trying to clear his name.

Oh, it's awful.

He died alone while she was swanning
around in new cars, smart coats.

Hold on a minute.

Who's that?

Interviewing Debbie Bellamy. I need an
evidence bag from his office.

Hold on, Rob. You can't do that.

Those witnesses who saw a woman by the
river that night, I think they saw two

different women.

Developments? I'm not quite sure I
follow.

We found witnesses who saw people by the
river around the time of Mr Headley's

death.

Well, I don't really see what that's got
to do with me.

One witness reported seeing a woman that
night wearing an overcoat and a

headscarf. Was that woman you?

Me? Of course not.

You seem to have a button missing.

This was found under the bridge, where
Mr. Headley probably fell into the

It matches your coat.

You didn't mention to me that you'd been
by the riverbank that night.

Mr. Headley was investigating various
money trails.

The purchase of cars, a house.

I'm sure an accountant would find this
very interesting.

Does this mean I'll go to prison?

That's a distinct possibility, yes.

Do you wish to make a formal statement
regarding the incident involving you and

Mr Headley on the night of his death?

Yes.

Sorry to interrupt, Satch. PC Walker
would like an urgent word.

I met him by the bridge.

He'd been in touch with a lot of
nonsensical allegations.

About the embezzlement.

He was drunk.

Called me names.

And he grabbed at my coat, which is how
I lost the button.

Go on.

I pushed him.

He hit his head on the wall.

I didn't realise he was seriously hurt.

I just left.

It was an accident.

If his allegations were a load of
nonsense... Why would you go out and

in such a place on a night like that?

You went because you feared that he'd
started to unravel the truth, didn't

And that fear would have given you a
strong enough motive for wishing him

wouldn't it? Mrs Cooper, far from
accepting this as an accident, I think

investigation has only just begun.

It appears you've been granted the right
to appeal.

Did you hear that, David? We can appeal!

It'll only delay the inevitable.

Oh!

It looks as if they've taken my advice.

They're moving anyway.

It's all right, Zach. They're not
chucking you off yet.

I can feel bad vibes here now, man. It's
tainted. But you...

You promised to give me all that stuff
to sell on the market.

There's money to be made.

Yeah, ma 'am, but it's only money.

It's only money?

You're talking to a Yorkshire woman
here.

Sorry you had to go through that,
Debbie.

It wasn't me that killed him.

I know.

Oh, God.

If you carry on drinking like that,
though,

it could kill you.

Why did I end up under a bridge drinking
like some old wino?

I've talked to Helen and she's arranging
for me to go into some special unit. I

need your help too, though.

My wife.

We share things.

We've got through this together.

Aha. Three nights running.

People will start to talk.

Well, you were the one who insisted I
came over tonight.

Oh, yeah.

Carry on like this. It could become a
habit.

That wouldn't be so bad, would it?

Neither could I.

Can I ask you a question?

Yes, you can.

How about we make the habit more
permanent?

What do you think?

There comes a point in your life when
you think taking a big gamble is...

That's an attractive option.

Well, there is something I like to
paint. It should make me very happy.

Are you seriously suggesting that
Captain McKenzie wants to rob an army

The man's a war hero.