All language subtitles for heartbeat_s16e02_old_scores

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

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

The kingdom of the light to moonlight.

Reflections of my life.

Good on you.

wanted for it. And it was only yay big.
I said you must think I came up the

river on a bike.

What was that?

I think we've hit something.

Oh, whack.

I didn't see him, I swear.

Are you all right?

It smells like a distillery.

Peggy?

Peggy!

You know him?

Yeah, well, I worked at Buckley's in a
red coat together.

Yes, he looked grand in a blazer, you
know.

How's your Herbert?

Dead. Oh, no, no, no.

The best go first, don't they?

Let's drink a little toast to his
health.

No, I don't think he's hurt.

How can you tell?

Oh, no.

That's all...

So why didn't you call the fire brigade?

It's just an old caravan.

Only use it at Lyman Tintworth now.

Any idea how the fire started?

No.

You live on your own, do you?

Yeah, me and the dogs.

It was your neighbour who called us.

That's quite right.

I said it was quite a blaze.

Look, I'm sorry you was bothered.

Ruddy things burnt out and that's all
there is to it, really.

Right.

I'll be on my way, then.

Sid were in all shows.

Best crooner in the business. Can we
just stick to the matter?

I'll never forget your Bing Crosby
routine.

Straw balker and everything.

I can still do a bit, you know.

You're from my office. I'm just trying
to get a statement, Sergeant. Mrs

Armstrong's just run him over. No, no,
no, no. It was my fault.

Obviously, it was my fault. And you are?

I am... I must have a bit of a drink. He
walked straight out in front of

me and there was naught I could do.
Well, he's not hurt.

See, I was listening to it, Sammy, and
she... And I didn't hear the car.

Did you like it?

It was a rock and roll.

One of these days, your luck's going to
run out.

Now, you consider yourself warned.

Younger, get them out of here. Yes,
Sergeant.

Come on.

Out.

He won't say how the fire started, but
he knows what happens next.

What was the name again?

Martin Belden.

Your name's cropped up recently, that,
aren't you?

We going for a drink, then, eh? Oh, this
way.

I think you've probably had enough said.

Short straw, eh, mate?

Come on, I'll get you a cuppa.

Here we are.

Martin Belden.

We had some correspondence from the
probation service about three months ago

saying he was going to get out.

Convicted rapist.

Released on licence after five years.

He was quite a hoo -ha at the time. He
was convicted of raping a local girl.

Judy Wharton, that was her name.

Not long after she died.

Best have a word with Sarge.

Thanks for that, Sid. That could have
been a bit nasty. No, no, no, no. It was

my fault. I was only telling the truth.

Now, can we give you a lift anywhere?
Ooh, isn't that the nearest park bench?

Oh, haven't you got anywhere to live?

Well, I'm a gentleman of the road, me.

Well, Aunt Peg, couldn't we maybe
stay... Here, here.

Ten bob note for you, Sid. Get yourself
a square meal. Oh, thanks, Peggy. She

was always the lady, you know.

Well, Aunt, take care, Sid.

Look on bright side, eh? David, come on.

For five years, out unlicensed.

His dad died, so he'd come back to take
over the family farm.

Just on his own?

Well, just him and his dog.

And you're thinking what?

Well, not sure, Sarge. The fire
certainly looked suspicious.

Alf remembers a bit about the case. A
lot of anger locally.

Oscar Blaketon worked with the ID on it.

Best go and pick his brains, then.

Ex -offenders can be troubled.

Best nip it in the bud.

Oh, hello. I'll get this, Jeff.

And how can I help you, love?

White coffee, no sugar.

And you can point me in the direction of
your sergeant's office.

Miller, is it?

Yes.

Well, Sarge...

Morning. You must be DS Dawson.

How about a call from HQ?

I'm going to need at least two of your
officers for the stakeout.

Does HQ really believe that a London
villain who's broken out of jail will be

heading for the wires of Yorkshire?

The nearest ferry to France would be my
guess.

Barry Flynn's never been predictable.

Cousin of his owns a cottage up here. He
might try and go to ground there.

Sounds like a bit of a long shot to me.

Well, there's not a reason why, Sarge.

How about at least two?

Walker's busy with an investigation.

In fact, I'm a bit short -handed.

But I can let you have a piece of
Yonger.

He's king. I'm sure he'll do.

He'll do to set things up, but you may
need to rearrange your priorities.

If there's a problem with that, shut his
muddy eye.

Oh, and I'll need an unmarked van.

But one of the other lads can bring that
up later.

Martin Meldon, yeah. Funny lad. Always
was a bit of a misfit. I know I've met

him. And Judy Wharton?

Oh, Judy was a lovely lass. Very
popular.

Wouldn't give Belden the time of day.

What about the night of the attack?

Well, the local youth club used to run
these dances at the weekends in the

village hall.

On that particular Saturday night,
Belden had had too much to drink,

Judy, dragged her round the back and
raped her.

Open and showcase.

Shortly afterwards, she died.

Oh, well, there was a tragedy of it.

Beldon's dad hired a posh brief, and
when the case went to court, they gave

a hard time. They said that she had led
him on.

Accused her of all sorts.

Yeah, lawyers, eh? Put the victims in
the dark. Yeah, well, he still went

but Judy was shattered by it.

She moved to Leeds, lived in a bed fit.

She did get a job, but six months later,
she was dead.

Took an overdose.

What about her family? Are they still
around?

Yeah, well, Tom still runs the farm.
It's just him and his youngest daughter,

believe. Well, they certainly aren't
going to be happy Martin Belden's out of

jail and back in Aidensfield.

Morning, Oscar.

Carol. Hi, Rob.

Any messages?

Gina!

Probably better if you take your helmet
off.

And your coat.

And your jacket and your tie.

Eh? Don't worry, I'm not after your
virtues. The waterproofing back of the

you can wear.

Oh, plain clothes.

I think.

You reckon that the Whartons or their
friends set fire to the caravan as a

warning? It looks a bit that way.

His probation officer should have
anticipated this. This discouraged him

coming back here.

Martin Belden must know what's going on.
But he hasn't exactly made a complaint.

Go and see him again.

See if he's been threatened.

I don't care how justified people think
they are. I will not have vigilantism on

my patch.

The law is the law.

It's our job to make sure it's
respected.

Sarge.

David, put that wash lever down and get
in the car.

Why? Where are we going?

I need to find Sue.

What happened?

Poison.

How come?

Rat poison, most likely.

In his dinner.

Who'd do a thing like that?

Dunno.

Come on, Marty.

You've been doing some checking.

I know all about you.

Has someone threatened you?

I've got an out -of -set at police.

They've served me time.

I don't want no trouble.

Someone burnt down your caravan.

They've killed your dog.

You may not want trouble.

It certainly seems to me like you've got
it.

It's PC Walker.

Wants a word, Dad.

All right.

What on earth have you got to do?

It's a bit awkward, Mr. Walker.

I've come to talk to you about Martin
Belden.

Oh.

We know he's out.

Five years and he's back walking streets
again, eh?

How can that be right?

I completely understand why that would
be upsetting for you.

And, yeah, I lost my wife a year ago.

Pneumonia, it said on her death
certificate.

After Jamie killed, I tell you, he just
sickened.

Gradually died.

So what can I tell you about Mr Martin
Baldwin?

It appears that someone's been
intimidating him. He's come whining to

he? No, no.

A caravan on his land has been set
alight. A neighbour reported it. I

if you knew anything about it.

There's something there when the police
are not better to do than run around

protecting criminals.

He's served his time. He has rights too.

My daughter was 21 years old when she
took her own life.

And he drove her to it.

Don't talk to me about Martin Belden's
rights.

Sid, oh, thank God I found you.

Oh, sorry, mate.

I should never have sent him back in in
the first place. Give him ten balls.

Yeah, but when we went in to near his
pub and ended up subtle.

Any luck at the warden's, Rob?

No, no, not really.

Oscar's been telling us. I remember Judy
Wharton really well. She used to work

at the hairdressers. They should have
locked him up and thrown away the key.

Well, that's what the family thinks.

Can you have a word with this lad, Rob?

Persuade him to leave Aidensfield.

What, run him out of town, you mean?

Yeah, Carol's right.

Him coming back here, it's bound to
cause trouble. He must know that.

Well, he's done his time, Rosie. He's
got as much right to the Lord's

as anyone.

That girl's dead because of him.

She committed suicide.

He raped her, but he didn't kill her.
Oh, well, that makes it all right, then.

Why do blokes never think rape's that
serious?

Well, that's not true, Gina. It's an
interesting question, though. Are you

comfortable?

Can I get you a drink, Sarge?

Just half.

Too hard, please, Gina.

Must have been a new sergeant.

It's changed since my day.

So, how's your stakeout?

Oh, you know, pretty dull.

I'm sure your two officers can keep
themselves entertained.

Miller's caved in, then.

This may be a wild goose chase, but HQ
still wants it covered.

I didn't even know you'd left
Middlesbrough.

Transferred down here a couple of months
ago.

I did hear about your wife.

I'm really sorry.

Here we go.

So,

Miller's got you defending the local
rapist from a possible lynch mob.

I don't think you'll come to that
difficult situation, yeah.

Isn't that what makes the job more
interesting?

You know, you could have called.

Said what?

I'm in the neighbourhood, fancy a drink
for old time's sake.

But when you just turn up at the station
like that... Don't you like surprises?

Surely they're the other thing that
makes life interesting.

This has got to be it.

I know, love. You need to rest. Come on,
you're coming home with me.

We dare to do.

Hey, you are hurt. Why didn't you pay?
The people have had me for it

in damn boots. I know, come on. Come
with us and we'll sort you out.

This way.

Easy now, easy.

Come on.

Come on.

Neat up.

Got nice and fat for some rich idiot up
here to shoot you.

Is it Mel working overtime?

Oh, yeah, how come?

Her old girlfriend turns up at the pub.

We used to work together in
Middlesbrough. I haven't seen her for a

Martin, are you OK?

What happened?

I'm not looking for you.

Just nerves.

That looks nasty.

Let's take him over to my place, have a
proper look.

Good idea. Come on.

Oh, we might be better going to hospital
with it.

Thanks, Rob.

How did it happen?

Slept in an old truck.

There were loads of them in them woods.

Just an accident.

Why?

No. That's what I call a frail.

You've got a good lad here, Peg.

I know.

What happened, sir?

How did you come to this?

Well, I got the sack, didn't I?

Why? With a voice like yours?

You should have been singing at the
London Palladium, not just Buckley's. He

star of the show, you know.

You know, booze and fags over the years,
isn't it? They take the toll on the

altar. The vocal chords.

Come on.

It were more than that.

Well, the truth is, Peg, I just lost my
nerve.

You've never had stage fright in your
life.

Oh, I did.

Always. I always needed a little, you
know, snifter to get me up there, but

the years it just got worse, you know,
and the more I drank, the more petrified

I became.

Eventually, they had to let me go.

It's one, you just get another job.

It's what?

I'm an entertainer. You know, it's all
I've ever been.

Once your nerves are shot.

How about a bath?

Eh? Oh, er, I don't know about that.

You know he can sweat with his boots on.

Well, of course I've had it, lad. You
don't want them nicked.

Idiot. Come on, David, help him off with
them. No, no, you're all right. No, no,

a nice hot soak will do you a power of
good. No, no, no, no, no, don't bother.

don't want a bath. No, no, hey, go easy
now.

Hey, hey!

Oh, oh, when did them boots last come
off?

How should I know?

Oh.

Do you know anything about this, Mr
Walton?

Well, I make traps for lots of farmers
hereabouts.

I suppose it could be one of mine.

Look, Tom, I'm not unsympathetic, but
you can't take the law into your own

hands.

Judy was a very popular girl.

I mean, any number of folk round here
would be happy to see him strung up. I

know.

That's why this has to stop now.

If you're accusing me, Dad, where's your
evidence?

You strike me as an honest man, Mr.
Warden.

Are you really going to deny that this
trap's one of yours?

First the caravan, then the dog, now
this.

You've got a daughter.

You know what it's like to see a
beautiful girl like Judy destroyed?

Any father would do the same. But Martin
Belden wasn't directly responsible for

Judy's death.

Who is, then, eh?

That posh lawyer.

Fred Belden had to defend his half -wit
son.

In part.

But two wrongs do not make a right.

Now, this is where it ends.

You leave that lad be.

What if we don't?

I shall be forced to come after you.

You wouldn't know, wouldn't you?

Yes.

Hmm,

Trenford. Looks like you've been
suffering for a while.

You're telling me.

I soaked them in warm water, lots of hot
drinks and rest.

But you probably need to go to the
doctors for antibiotics.

No, no doctors. I never met a doctor yet
that weren't a quack.

Well, maybe I can sort you out.

I can give you some pain killers.

Now, these ones are quite powerful.

Once you've given your feet a good soak,
I'll pop back, have another look, and

we can see where we go from there.

Not to the doctors.

It's all right, Sid.

I get the message.

Thanks for that.

I don't think you'd be the sort to take
in a tramp, Peggy.

Sid Vickers is more than a tramp.

You should hear him sing.

By right, he should have more itch than
Matt Munro.

No kidding.

I'm sorry, Sergeant. I can't spare any
more of my officers.

I've got a station to run.

He's been up all night.

At the moment, Phil Bellamy's out there
on his own. What if Barry Flynn turns

up? You and I know that's highly
unlikely.

Expert on criminal behaviour, are you?

I've been in this job over 20 years,
Detective Sergeant, which is a damn

longer than you.

So when the Met asked you for support to
catch a dangerous criminal, your reply

is, sorry, I'm too busy minding the
shop.

Makes it all look a bit parochial up
here, don't you think?

Walker, perhaps you'd like to give the
detective sergeant your assistance?

Yes, Sarge.

Can't have them met thinking we're all
country bumpkins up here now, can we?

Does that mean I can go home and get
some... Yeah, Jeff.

Thanks for your help.

Hello, girls.

What can I do for you?

I want to speak to someone.

I've... I've been attacked.

Who attacked you?

Martin Bolden.

Last night.

The police surgeon will be over as soon
as he can to examine her.

HQ have suggested that you interview the
girl, Sergeant Dawson.

Right.

Here you are, then.

I'm DS Dawson.

Constable Walker will take your
statement, Linda, when I have a talk

Can't I stay with her?

She's very upset.

She'll be fine with me.

Come on, Linda.

The doctor's going to come and examine
you.

You never mentioned any of this when we
came round this morning.

I never knew until I got to work.

She was in the storeroom just crying.

I made her tell me what was wrong.

He's been hanging round for a couple of
days.

I mean, I knew who he was.

Did you see him following you?

No.

It was getting dark.

I was at the top of our lane.

Well, there he was.

You know, this does all look a bit
convenient, Linda.

Only if you don't see Martin Belden for
what he is.

OK, I know what he's capable of, and I'm
not defending him.

Aren't you?

Oh, pity you didn't step into my dad's
trap yesterday instead of this morning.

Then none of this would have happened.

Linda, setting a man trap is illegal.

You're admitting that that's what you
and your dad did.

I'm saying no.

You lot are just on his side.

I have to ask you this, June.

Are you absolutely sure it was Martin
Belden?

Yes.

I'm sure.

It were him.

Do we think this allegation is true?

Only this morning we warned the Whartons
off.

Then Linda turns up with a friend.

We are still dealing with a convicted
rapist here.

I mean, you've met him. What's he like?

Well, I suppose you could call him a bit
simple.

Has he got the capacity to learn from
his mistakes?

Hard to say.

He does seem upset about Judy Wharton,
though.

Frustrated and inadequate people often
repeat the same behaviour.

I think the victim's entitled to be
believed.

Sergeant Dawson's right.

Just because the Whartons have been
causing trouble doesn't mean we should

sight of what he's capable of.

So you and the lovely Sarge have clearly
got history.

It was a long time ago.

Who's on the stakeout now?

Jeff. Miller put him out of bed.

So if I ask her for a drink, you won't
get jealous?

Be my guest, mate.

Don't you think she's a bit out of your
league, then?

What, because of the CID or because
she's a sergeant? Either way, it doesn't

matter to me, mate.

Might matter to her, though. She's an
ambitious lady.

Where were you yesterday evening,
Martin?

Here.

On your own, presumably.

I missed Skip.

He were a good dog.

How could they do something like that,
eh?

Got no dog for me sheep now.

You sure you didn't go to Aidensfield?

Me dad bred him.

Bred all our dogs.

Skip were the last one, but he were the
best. An allegation's been made that you

attacked a girl last night.

Girl at the fish shop.

Linda?

She jeered his sister.

I tried to talk to her, tell her I was
sorry. What about the other girl, June?

She says that you raped her.

Is this true?

Ah, there you are.

Ah.

Do you know, a bath and a shave and
you're starting to look like the old Sid

again.

I wish I could feel like it.

How's it going?

Oh, fine, thanks. I haven't had this
much fuss made of me since, well, I

remember when.

Can I have a word?

Yeah, sure.

The thing about Sid is he's lost his
confidence in himself.

That's the real problem.

Well, yeah, that's why he's ended up a
down and out. He needs to perform again.

That's a bit of a tall order, Peggy. No,
no, not if he has some help.

I mean, can you get him on his feet
again?

Yes, but I think that's the least of it.
He's probably quite a drinker.

Yeah, but I'm going to set it up for
him.

A professional engagement.

When he gets up there with a microphone
in his hand, he'll be away.

I'm not so sure it's that simple.

How do we know if we don't try?

Tell us about the girl that works in the
fish shop, Martin.

Linda.

She's Judy's sister.

What about the other girl?

June.

Did you follow her home?

You admitted you went there to see
Linda.

I told her I was sorry about Judy.

She shouted at me.

She said I killed Judy.

But I didn't.

What about the other girl?

Did you attack her?

Why her?

Why not Linda?

I never meant to hurt Judy.

I told Linda that.

Linda shouted at you.

You were scared of her, so you picked on
June.

Is that how it happened?

Yeah.

Yeah, OK, it wasn't me.

Confession, good.

That makes it pretty straightforward.

Once we hear what the police surgeon has
to say, we'll probably have a case.

Once we charge him, they'll revoke his
life and he'll go straight back inside.

Which is probably all for the best.

Belden's leg doesn't look too good, but
I'll mention it to the police surgeon.

And a call's just come in for you,
Sergeant Dawson, from HQ.

Surveillance is off. Barry Flynn's been
sighted in Spain.

Well, nothing more to detain you here,
then, Sergeant.

Thanks very much for all your help.

Take out my idea, you know.

I found out from a mate in the Met that
Barry couldn't hold a pharma pit.

Just as a window cleaner. What does a
London window cleaner want with a

in Yorkshire, eh? That's a good hunch.

Not good enough, apparently.

My chance to prove what I could do? Down
the drain.

Hey, fancy going for a drink before you
go?

Yeah.

Several.

A singer? In here?

Not unless it's Shirley Bassett.

I think it's a great idea.

What kind of a singer is he? Oh, he does
all sorts.

He's a real song and dance.

Well, nowadays, of course, he sticks
mainly to ballads, though.

He's a lovely voice.

Do I not?

It's not this tramp you've been putting
up, is it? Oh, come on, Oscar.

You may have fallen an hour behind, but
he was quite a performer once.

In all the shows in Butlin.

What have you got to lose, eh?

My customers.

I don't think we can charge people.

No, no.

Sid needs to perform again. It's not
about the money.

That'd be something different.

All right, all right, but on your own
head be it. You won't regret it, Oscar.

Well, that remains to be seen.

She thought to something.

We got a confession out of Martin
Belden. What more do you want?

Come on, Rachel.

You're a skilled interviewer. He's a
frightened, inadequate bloke at the end

his tether. You question him long
enough, he'll say what you want.

Are you saying I pressurised him?

No. No, not really.

He's a convicted rapist, Rob. Why are
you defending him?

I'm not.

I'm trying to get to the real truth of
all this.

A woman walks into a police station,
says she's been raped. Why is it every

officer's knee -jerk reaction is to
disbelieve her? I know rape cases aren't

always dealt with fairly, but Judy
Wharton was taken seriously.

Until she got to court where a slick
lawyer threw her apart.

So you agree with the Whartons, then?

You think Martin Belden is morally
responsible for Judy's death?

I think it shows at the shortcomings of
the system.

So what do we do?

Lock Belden up, throw away the key and
say, well, that's as close to justice as

we can get?

You really think he didn't do it?

I think he's just given up.

This doesn't look too good. What
happened to the police surgeon?

Oh, I don't know.

Well, go and find out.

Are you sure you're going to be all
right? Just go.

He thinks I'm going to have a crack at
you.

Like you did with June?

Yeah.

What does June look like?

You watched her, followed her.

Attacked her.

What colour's her hair?

She works in this shop with Linda.

How tall is she?

Shorter than me?

Bigger than me?

I can't remember.

He got called away urgently.

He's meant to be coming back, though.

I don't want no doctor.

Better if I just get sick and die.

Everyone's happy.

Including you, Martin.

I just wanted to come home, run the
farm.

They ain't ever going to let me.

I can't be on farming.

I'm going to go back to jail.

They feel better than they are for ages.

Such a nice new sock, too. How do you
like them David given me?

Back on your feet. You see, it's all
possible.

Now, Peggy, I appreciate what you're
trying to do, but I'm never going to

again. It's all arranged.

You can't disappoint your public
singing.

So you say you can't sing, but have you
tried?

David, put that record on.

Now, all you've got to do is sing along
with it at first.

Well, I'm not singing along to that
rubbish.

What's wrong with it? It's nice.

It's totally out of date.

Don't you lot listen to the radio?

What, you want to sing a pop song?

Well, all that stuff I did at Buckley,
is that what people wanted then?

But now it's all, you know, it's rock
and roll.

That's today's music.

Rock and roll?

Hi, Elvis Presley.

Man's a genius, no mistake.

Oh, yeah, I like his stuff.

Elvis Presley?

Is he the one with the guitar and the...
That's it, say!

Oh, no, Mr Bladeson's going to make her
that. You haven't lost it, Peg, have

you?

Come on, you laugh.

Morning, June.

Can I have a quick word?

I'll be late for work.

Can I only take a couple of minutes?

Get in.

I've just read the police surgeon's
report.

You went home and had a bath straight
after the attack.

Wasn't you?

You know, June, when a woman says she's
been raped, It's a very serious matter.

Sometimes the police don't take it
seriously enough.

You know, how some blokes think she was
wearing a short skirt, she asked for it.

Yeah. That's what they said about Judy
when the case went to court.

That she led him on.

Trouble is, if a false allegation is
made, it makes it all the more difficult

for the other women who have been
attacked to be believed.

Martin Belden.

He has got a screw loose.

I don't dispute that.

Kill Judy?

He should be in jail.

That's what it may be.

But did he rape you, June?

Or did Linda Wharton persuade you to say
that he did?

Rickard?

I've got it. Oh, swinging.

No, not that. The older.

Oh, the good stuff.

Oh, smashing.

You're a good lad you are, you know.

This is our little secret.

June's decided she'd like to make a new
statement.

Really?

Then you'd best come with me, young
lady.

Thunder?

Sarge, HQ have been trying to track you
down. The DI would like you to call him

on that number urgently.

Barry Flynn?

I reckon so.

You're saying you lied.

Your allegation of rape against Martin
Belden is untrue.

You don't understand.

Me and Linda have been mates since
school.

Lying about something like this is a
very serious matter.

Five years ago.

I thought Linda was going to go mental
herself when Judy committed suicide.

Then her mum died.

All these lives is ruined.

And he's back home like nothing had
happened.

That can't be right.

That still doesn't justify what you've
done, June.

But I had to do something.

You're saying it's wrong.

But they've been through so much.

And to have him back here, under the
nose, he'd like that.

You're in very serious trouble, June.

I want you to talk to Linda.

You have to tell her that she has to put
the past behind her.

I don't think she can.

Two reliable sightings of Barry Flynn at
a transport cafe on the A1.

So he's not in Spain?

Apparently not.

Looks like he might be heading our way
after all.

You lent on her, didn't you?

Made a change of story.

That's the problem, Linda. It was just a
story.

He murdered my sister.

He should be behind bars. Don't you
understand that?

Felden might be responsible for driving
your sister to despair, but she chose to

end her own life. That's the truth. No.

She would never have done it if it
wasn't for him.

He has to be punished.

I'm sorry, Linda.

Why don't I get one of these two
officers to take you home?

No.

Did you get this for him? Are you daft
or what?

He asked me. I sent you to get a record.
Not enough booze for him to drink

himself senseless.

He didn't want a record. He told me to
take it back.

I've had posters done. We've put the
word out. We're going to have to cancel

That's the record, presumably.

No, I took it back. I told you.

Where's Sid?

In the...

In the bath.

Oh, heck!

It's him!

Blue Saloon.

That wasn't there before.

I think it's really him.

We'll know until we get closer.

You still on the radio, Phil?

Yeah, I do.

I still want...

He was nice to me when he was travelling
alone.

Barry Flynn, you're nicked.

Yes.

A result after all.

Thanks to PC Walker.

I'm glad he made himself useful.

Your DI is sending an escort to take
Flynn back to London.

I'd better give him a ring.

Oh, Walker!

I'm releasing Belden.

Perhaps you'd better take him home.

Right, Sarge.

So what are you going to do now?

Don't know.

What's going on, Mr. Wharton?

You turn round, Constable.

Take him back to Ashfordly.

Stick him on a train.

He comes back here again, I'll kill him.

Why don't you start by giving me the
gun? I'm serious, lad!

If he stays round here, there'll be
trouble!

Hand over the gun or I'll arrest you for
breach of the peace and threatening

behaviour. He murdered Judy.

He's not coming back here.

Give me the gun and let's talk about
this.

There's been enough talking.

The law won't punish him. I will.

Linda, no!

Get out of the car, Martin!

Linda, this isn't the answer. Get out of
the car!

Are you going to let him ruin your life
too, Linda?

You shoot him, you'll go to jail.

He's right, love.

I don't care.

At least he'll be dead.

But it won't bring Judy back.

And it won't make you feel any better.

The best years of your life spent behind
bars.

Is that really what your sister would
have wanted? Is he really worth that?

right!

I'll go.

I'll just go.

Yeah? Now you know what it feels like.
Now you know how you made her feel.

I'm sorry.

Hey, be good lad, will you? Get us
another drink. No, I think you've had

already. Oh, but this isn't going to
work, Peggy.

Well, why don't you just pretend you're
in the bath?

I'm not, am I?

The van's waiting.

Oh, just give us a couple of minutes,
will you, love?

Right. Go on, then. Go on. I can hear
the bells ringing from here.

You know, if you need somewhere to treat
patients like you did yesterday, I

could always give you a key to the old
surgery waiting room.

Great. That'll be really useful.

Thanks, Rock.

I heard about your heroics up at
Belden's Farm.

It's my OU drink, anyway.

Oh, just go on. Oh, have you met Carol
Cassidy, our district nurse? This is DS

Rachel Dawson.

Nice to meet you.

Who are you, Rob's boss, then?

Sort of.

Don't suppose I could get a few ladies a
drink, could I? It's all right, thanks.

I've got one.

Sarge?

Yeah, I have. That'd be nice.

Fine.

Oscar?

It's no good, Peggy. I can't do it.

Now, listen to me.

When you're lying in the bath...

And you're singing away to yourself.

What's going through your mouth? Well, I
don't know. I don't know.

Well, you're not afraid then, are you?
Well, I'm not Sid in the back, am I?

Well, who are you then?

Well, I'm, you know, I'm Elvis.

Hey, that's it.

You're not Sid.

You're Elvis.

Come on.

Come on, keep saying it in your head. Go
on. I'm Elvis.

I'm Elvis.

I'm Elvis.

I'm Elvis. I'm Elvis. I'm Elvis. I'm
Elvis.

I'm Elvis.

I'm Elvis. I'm Elvis.

I'm Elvis.

I'm Elvis. I'm Elvis.

I'm Elvis.

I'm Elvis.

I'm Elvis.

Gina,

are you ready to come out and help me
out? All right.

Kick it off.

One, two.

Good evening, everybody.

Good evening.

OK, we've got a very special night for
you tonight.

We've got a few songs for you from...

for you from the king of rock and roll

Might the deed be done?

A knife, a gun?

Alice! We were talking about a potential
threat to national security here.

Isn't lifting people off the streets and
arbitrarily interrogating them what

they do in police states, Mr Maitland?
I'm beginning to feel sorry for this

Russian. Where have we got him?