All language subtitles for heartbeat_s16e03_intelligence_matters

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

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

I don't know how people sleep at night
these days. There's nothing but scandal

and crime in the papers.

I'm off, Aunt Peg. I'm meeting Mr
Scripps.

It's a bit early.

We did a funeral last week.

Mrs Copley.

Yeah, I finally want us to clear the
house out this morning. Hang on.

Is it Sadie Copley you're being married
to Colin Copley?

Yeah, that's right. Oh, she were a right
gold digger, she were.

She collared him for his money, and then
when he ran off and left her, she clung

on to the house in a good chunk of the
brass.

Right, let's be off, then.

Wait a minute.

I'll get dressed, and I'll come with
you.

Sadie Copley ought to have an item or
two worth looking at.

Mrs. Tupper?

Alice!

Alice, whatever's happened?

Out clearing?

She's hardly left to clear.

Her family took what they wanted. Where
to ship the red?

Strip the place bare.

Where's her posh clothes gone?

Sisters took them.

Oh, greedy beggars.

What about furniture, antiques and so
on?

Her band came to collect all that.

Oh, I don't know.

Poor old Sadie.

Hardly cold in a grave and folk turn up
like vultures picking at a carcass.

Quite.

I were woken up in the middle of the
night. I was terrified.

I heard them break into my shed and
never had a wink of sleep after that.

Oh, it's a good thing that you turned up
last.

At least it reminds me of the house.

I'll come up and harm you.

No.

They just stole food out of my larder.
Drink your tea.

I'll have a look round and make sure
they've gone all right.

Sorry. What on earth do you think you're
doing? Sorry, madame.

You stole that, didn't you?

Please. Money, please. Hungry.

Who are you?

Please, sorry.

You can explain yourself to the police.
No, no, police.

Leave it with us, Carol.

That was an old cavity in a phone box.
There's been a break -in out at Alice

Tupper's place.

The suspects just fled the scene.

He was a funny chap, quite scruffy,
looked like a seaman, smelt a fish.

Radio Walker, get him over there.

Alert Bellamy as well.

Are you all right, Sarge?

Ruddy toothache.

Only about teeth playing up.

He won't be your usual cheery self
today, then.

Will you?

Foreign sailor.

Where do you reckon he was from?

Sounded Polish or Russian.

Panicked when I mentioned the police.

And how's Alice?

She's in a terrible state.

And asleep, she's still shaking.

Well, I'll have a ride round, see if I
can spot him.

Thanks, Rob.

And I noticed Bernie never offered to
pay me for helping you ship this little

lot.

Well, you didn't help us load it. I
mean, Mr Scripps did all the work. Aye,

well, most of this stuff went straight
down the tip.

Oh, I'm gone.

Now, this might be worth a bob or two.

Here, Debbie, put it on one side.

Oh,

what's the use?

What's that?

Let me have a look.

Oh, it's nice, I'm writing.

How might the deed be done?

A knife, a gun, poison?

This perfect murder must needs have some
thought.

Hey, what's all this about?

Your blood pressure's fine, considering
the fright you've had.

I can't tell you how grateful I am that
you came this morning, lass.

You'd better stay in today.

I'll do that bit of shopping you wanted.

I'll drop it round later.

The police will get him, Alice.

He won't be back.

So don't worry, eh?

You should have seen her face. I had to
laugh. There was no left for her to get

her grubby paws on.

Oh, poor old Peggy. Oh!

You gave me a right fright there.

Sorry. Can we help you? Is there
anything you needed?

Please, pass Whitby.

Whitby? The bus stops just up there by
the shops.

Please, thank you.

Don't like the look of that one.

Control to Panda 1, over.

Go ahead, Alf. Over.

Bernie Scripps just phoned in. Chap
answering our foreigner's description,

acting suspiciously near the garage.

Where is he now? Over.

Headed on foot to the Whitby direction.

He can't have got far.

Have you found any more notebooks in the
way?

No, I haven't.

I've been through the whole lot.

Well, this is a mess.

and no mistake.

It's definitely a woman's hand.

So it's his Copley, then?

My love for Bea can never take flight
while Cece

lives.

Cece. Who can that be?

Well, it can only be one person.

Colin Copley, said his husband.

You see, maybe he didn't simply just run
off and leave her.

Sounds to me like her and her fancy man
had planned to do him in.

You've got nowhere else to go, mate.

You got him?

Come on, mate.

It's all right.

What are you playing at?

Morning, Rob.

We'll take your prisoner from here.

What, we?

Just get him out of the car.

Well, that'll... CID will have to deal
with the paperwork, then.

Right, you, out.

Well, hang on, Phil. It's a bit
irregular, isn't it?

Sergeant Miller never mentioned anything
about handing the suspect over to CID.

It'll be fine.

I'd better have a word with him. Leave
it, Rob.

I'll square things with Miller. No
offence, Sarge, but I'd feel easier if I

talked to him myself.

She wants to take a prisoner off you on
the open road?

Certainly not.

Over. What do I tell her then, Sarge?
Over.

You tell her he's coming into Ashfordly
where proper procedures will be

followed. Over and out.

I'm afraid the Sarge is insisting on
doing things by the book.

Whatever to you then, Rachel.

We need to sort out these local pods and
sharp it.

There you are, Andrej Becetnik's Russian
throne.

And that your boat put into Whitby after
developing engine trouble.

Yes. We had sea many week.

Go ashore Whitby.

Have beer.

You were arrested miles from Whitby.
What are you doing here?

Barney Whitby.

I get drunk.

Get on bus.

Go back boat.

Fall asleep.

Go wrong way and here.

Sorry, Sergeant.

DS Dawson's here.

Wants an urgent word.

Good of you to see us, George.

This is Guy Maitland from the Home
Office in London.

How can I help you, Mr Maitland?

What I'm going to tell you is
classified.

A sense of equipment has recently become
operative at Filingdale's near here.

We know that the Soviets used some of
their trawler fleet as spy ships.

The man you have in custody is a crewman
from a Russian trawler that put into

Whitby for repair.

Yes, he's told us that.

Are you saying he's not a spy trawler?
No, not exactly.

When it was granted permission to come
in, I was sent here to inspect the

vessel. It's clean. It's a normal
fishing boat.

So what's the problem?

Last night, we realised that one of the
crew hadn't returned, which was

suspicious.

Yes, he said he got drunk, got lost.

That's a good story.

It's equally possible that the KGB sent
him ashore to pick up intelligence,

maybe from a local source working at
Filingdale's.

How did you know we'd arrested him?

We're monitoring all local shortwave
traffic in the area. We picked up your

officer's calls.

So do you have any actual evidence that
he's here as a spy? Well, it's a common

KGB ploy. Find an excuse to get
Trauleman ashore, then leave one, an

behind.

So you have no evidence.

Do you have a warrant to question this
man?

No, not as yet.

So what are you asking of me? Mr
Maitland would like you to hand him over

security services.

Give them a chance to interrogate him.
On what grounds?

I've had him arrested for burglary, not
on suspicion of espionage. We're talking

about a potential threat to national
security here.

Then no doubt you'll put in the proper
procedures to officially question this

man. Isn't this being a little
obstructive, Sergeant? Isn't lifting

the streets and arbitrarily
interrogating them what they do in

Maitland?

I'll concede it was a bit of a mystery.

Collinger suddenly upped and left her
and never came back, as far as I know.

That... Because Sadie did him in. Oh,
don't be daft.

You were sergeant at Ashfordly at the
time, right? Was there no suspicion of

foul play when he went missing? Of
course not.

Sadie was a bit eccentric, I'll give you
that, but one of the nicest, sweetest

ladies you could ever wish to meet.

She was a cold, calculating pillar,
Oscar.

She said so here, in her own words.

If you think you've seriously got
evidence of wrongdoing, then take your

information to the police.

I'm sorry. Sergeant Miller can be very
stubborn. Tosh about police states.

Can you imagine if Soviets were putty
-footed around if they found an

sneaking near secret installations in
Russia?

He's just acting by the book.

Well, that's the trouble. We have to
fight this war with our hand tied behind

our backs. We have to play by the rules,
but the enemy doesn't.

Claims he got off the bus outside
Adenfield, looked for shelter, found

shed, knocked on her door, no answer, so
he broke in, looking for food,

intending to pay for it later.

Do you believe him?

Well, Carol said he did offer money.

He panicked when she mentioned the
police. Says he was frightened being in

strange country.

Put him in the cells for now.

I'll see what Alice Tupper wants to do
about it.

Yeah, I've come to report that our David
broke a vase and I found something

in it.

Evident of a murder.

Whose murder?

Well, in the writing it says C .C. So it
must be him, C .C., you see.

C .C., you see?

Look, I'm sorry I'm lost. Hey, Sergeant.

I have uncovered a murder.

Really?

Where's the body?

Oh, well, I've no idea. It happened
years ago.

Oh, well, much of it left now. It all
sort of, you know, rotted away.

And who committed this ancient murder?

Sadie Copley.

Now, she's dead herself.

The funeral were last week. You won't be
able to charge her then, will you?

I don't think you're taking this
seriously.

Mrs Armstrong, I already have a
toothache. In a case, it's giving me a

The last thing I want is a pain in the
backside.

Deal with it, younger.

Well! Oh, the flaming cheek! I'll tell
you what, Mrs Armstrong.

When you find an actual corpse, you come
back and let us know.

All right?

Come on.

You might have asked your men to
introduce themselves.

She's been terrified out of her wits
again.

My men? The chaps who came looking in
her shed.

I assume they were CID.

The only officer I know to have been
here is Constable Walker.

Did you talk to these men?

No. They were leaving as I arrived.

I didn't catch the voices, no.

Put the wind up me just seeing them
there.

Don't fret about it, Alice.

We'll get to the bottom of it.

Now, the thing is, I have to decide
whether to charge this man or not.

Now, it being a fairly minor offence and
him being a foreigner, it might be

easier just to let him off with a
caution.

Minor offence?

He smashed a window, stole food,
frightened the life out of her. It's

decision, Mrs Tupper.

Do you want to make a formal complaint?

I'm not sure.

Thing is, I can't hold him for too long.
Don't pressure her, please, Sergeant.

She's upset by these other two who came
round.

Give her a bit of time to calm down.
She'll let you know.

Fair enough.

Guy simply wants the opportunity to
question this man.

Guy, eh?

You seem very friendly with our man from
the Home Office. Come on, Rob. He's a

reasonable bloke doing a difficult job.
I'm just trying to help him.

Well, why not get special branch in with
a warrant?

That takes time.

Endless procedures.

We've got him in custody right now.

It's an ideal opportunity to question
him. It's Miller's decision.

You could try and persuade him.

He hates being ordered about by CID, but
he respects you. He'll listen.

He's old school.

He likes him to buy the book. Don't I
know it.

If it'll be Shafnick does turn out to be
a spy and Miller lets him go, then

we'll all end up looking idiots.

Library books.

All about crime.

I took them out in your name because
I've still got fines outstanding.

If the police can't do their job
properly, well, I shall have to do it

What? Be a detective, you mean?

My love for B...

cannot take flight while CC lives.

Now, I said his lover had the initial B.

He could still be alive.

If we can identify him, we're really
getting somewhere.

B.

Hey,

that could be Bert Higgins. He's cut a
grass for her.

Bert Higgins was 94 when he popped his
clog. I hardly think it would be him.

No decision has yet been made. I'm
leaving that up to Mrs Tupper.

And I would have appreciated you
informing me that you were sending

round to her house.

Two plainclothes men were seen searching
her shed.

They didn't even have the courtesy to
speak to her.

Well, they weren't CID.

I'm the only officer assigned to this
case.

Sir, I don't like the sound of this,
Sergeant. It looks like they were

for Bishafnik.

I really think you should let me
question him.

You know my position on that.

Glad I caught you, Rob.

Oh, yeah? How can I help?

Message for your sergeant.

Alice just wants to be left alone.

She doesn't want to press charges.

Local police have arrested him for a
petty crime.

They won't play ball.

Can't you take care of that?

Well, it's not easy.

Handputters in my department want
evidence before involving the security

services.

Been a lot of NATO leaks recently, where
certain Soviet trawlers are involved.

An agent falling into our hands could be
the breakthrough we're looking for. I

know. It's frustrating.

It's a perfect scenario to exploit an
opportunity to discreetly get him on a

cargo plane, ship him back to the States
where we could really go to work, milk

him dry.

Well, I'm very keen to help you on this,
so I'll see what I can do.

All right.

There was one very frightened old lady
in that house.

She didn't sleep all night. You should
be ashamed of yourself.

Sorry.

Knocked no old lady in house.

I knocked on door, no answer.

She was upstairs, terrified.

Did not know.

Very sorry.

To fix, Sergeant?

Very good oil of cloves, yes?

Yes, oil of cloves. I'll try it, thank
you.

I'm very sorry about our lady.

Truly. I'm glad you are.

All right.

You're free to go and rejoin your ship.

Joker, give this chap his stuff back.
Find him a cup of tea and put him on the

next bus to Whitney. It's in about an
hour.

Sarge, shouldn't we inform Sergeant
Dawson before letting him go?

It's not her case.

But I'll make sure she's told in due
course.

There it is.

At last day.

Now remember, ask for Whitby Don.

Thank you.

He'd just seem like an ordinary
fisherman to me.

Yeah, but if he was KGP, surely he'd
have been trained to appear like that.

What's this?

A light night out?

Hardly. A couple of pints and back for a
cocoa.

That's a shame. I reckon a proper night
out would do you the world of good. Let

your hair down a bit.

Try telling that to Miller.

He doesn't like his coppers with
hangovers.

We're working no play at the station
these days, Gina.

How do you mean?

It's like you won't face reality.

You know, Debbie and the kids have gone,
but you won't talk about it. Well, not

to me, anyway.

Oh, you know what he's like, Dana.
Always to keep his own counsel. Ah,

Unlike some people I know... He'll be
here tonight.

Third his mystery lover, Bea.

I mean, there's Brian Riley over there.

Big Bob.

Bernie Scripps.

Mr Scripps.

Well, perhaps not.

Well, it could be a surname, B.

You've got Jim Pullis, Ernie Baxter,
Oscar Blitz, and you can't afford to

him out.

Oh, we've got to get the killer to
betray himself.

How are we going to do that? Well, the
murder book reckons that if you put the

killer under threat, he often goes back
to the scene of the crime.

Where's that from?

There's a clue in Sadie's scribblings.

Where better to do the fell deed than in
the spot where Bea and I

consummated our love? The woody knoll by
the lily pond on the private

estate.

Where might that be around here?

Morning, Alf.

How are you feeling, Sarge?

Dumb tooth.

All quiet?

No, Sarge.

You've got visitors.

Andrew Bishastnik didn't return to his
trawler. He got off the Whitby bus at a

remote stop outside Ashfordly, the
middle of the moors.

Are you sure?

Positive. I interviewed the driver.

I really think we should have been
informed prior to this release.

Look, if he was just a trawler and keen
to rejoin his ship, why do that? It's an

extremely worrying development.

Yes, yes, I can see that.

His trawler was granted permission to
enter a British port. Her crew were not

given carte blanche to wander all over
the countryside.

This time we'd appreciate some
cooperation from you.

I'd like him picked up as a matter of
urgency.

I'm in the spot where Bea and I
consummated our love,

the woody knoll by the lily pond on the
private estate.

Hey, there's a lily pond.

And there's your woody knoll.

And this is private land.

No, it's got to be it.

I've got all shivery.

Oh, well, that's because a foul deed was
done here, David.

Now, we need to find a clever way to
unmask the murderer.

What are you doing back here?

Come back. Mint window.

New lock.

Bring food.

I'm not a bad man.

Sorry.

I feel really bad, frightened old lady.

Sorry.

I've put our American cousins in the
picture.

I imagine they can't be happy with all
the military bases they've got up here.

No, they're not, which is why we have to
come out of this with a positive

result. The United States are our
closest ally.

It's vital that they feel they can trust
us.

They'd love access to this trawler.

If he is a spy, he could be highly
beneficial, I suppose.

If he's a fisherman, he'll still know
which of the trawler fleet are likely to

be spy ships.

We can squeeze a lot out of someone like
him.

Even if he's innocent, by not returning
to his ship, he's given us a legitimate

opportunity to interrogate the hell out
of him.

Nearly finished, OK?

Alice said to come in for a cup of tea
when you're ready.

Now, I know you all think I'm daft about
this murder business, but I am getting

closer to solving it.

Really? What's happened now, then?

Well, I have found a second notebook
Sadie wrote.

Now, in it, she shows her concern that
her lover has left evidence of their

guilt at the murder scene.

And where exactly is the murder scene?
Well, I don't know yet, but there are

clues, and I'm getting close to finding
it.

Yeah, she's being a detective, you know,
like that...

Miss Marble.

Lost her marbles, more like.

It's not funny.

I'm certain I shall find the evidence he
left there that will unmask his

identity and bring him to justice.

What a load of old rubbish.

Well, at least you've given us all a
laugh over this.

It's now tell.

Never mind blatant scoffing.

Once word gets out that the killer's
slipped up and I'm closing in, you'll

He'll return to the scene.

Your wife looks lovely.

What's her name?

Katia. My son, Nikolai.

Oh, he's the spit of his dad, eh?

She says he looks like you.

Yes, yes, thank you.

Don't you need to be getting back to
your boat, Andre?

I get the bus with me.

You do better on the train.

I can give you a lift to the station if
you like.

Yes, please, thank you. Okay.

Sorry I frighten you.

Do svidaniya, Elise. Thank you.

Goodbye, Andre.

The longer he's out there undetected,
the greater the potential threat that he

poses. We have every available man
looking for him. The Vision have been

alerted. We're doing all we can.

I still can't believe we had him and you
let him go.

Singles Whitby. Okay. Singles Whitby.

Thank you.

Bye, Andrew.

Safe journey.

Get out!

Get him in his car!

Andre?

Actually, please.

All right, now slow down.

OK, we'll be right over.

I'll put out an alert.

There's been a shooting incident at
Aidensfield railway station, possibly

involving our Russian.

Right, Sarge.

You definitely heard a shot.

Oh, yes, definitely.

Oh, yeah?

Sarge.

Look.

Spots of blood.

And you're sure it was him?

It was definitely Andre.

They practically carried him into the
back of the car and drove off.

Did he resist?

He seemed dazed.

He's a nice man.

After he placed Alice's window, he
showed us photos of his family.

That's where he'd been?

Back at the old lady's, making good the
damage?

Yeah.

We found traces of blood.

Did you see a gun?

No, but I think I know who the two men
with Andre were.

The pair I saw out at Alice Tupper's
yesterday.

Looks like the Russians sent men to lift
him before we did.

Why would the Russians use a gun if they
were lifting their own man?

Well, if I've been able to question him,
I might know the answer to that.

But I'd better talk to London. This
whole affair has been badly mismanaged,

Sergeant.

I don't like it, Aunt Peg. It's even
spookier at this time of night. We need

get ourselves hidden.

How long have we got to be here?

As long as it takes.

He'll come. You mark my words, he'll
come.

Yes. Yes, all right, thank you.

Sorry, Sarge.

No sign.

All right.

Division will finish in a moment, over.

You two get some rest.

That's the best thing, eh?

Poor Miller's going to catch it for
that.

Decent manners, George, but there's not
a lot of room for decency in the world

we're dealing with here.

Oh? How do you mean?

I'm beginning to feel sorry for this
Russian.

Whoever's got him.

Who are you?

What do you want?

My ship, she go soon. I not get home.

Terrible trouble for my family.

Well, you made a right mess of that,
didn't you?

I want him lifted quietly.

He's caused a major incident.

You know the rules on guns.

Went off by accident.

You need treatment.

There's a doctor in Leeds who won't ask
any questions.

Go here at first light.

Can we go home now? No -one's coming.

All right.

But we're coming back. Come on.

I heard a twig snap.

Oh, Meg, I'm really scared.

It's a murderer.

He'll kill us if he finds us here.

I've got a gun.

All right.

All right.

Don't shoot.

What do you pair think you're doing
here?

It's the flaming gamekeeper.

Once the doctor's sorted you out, you're
on your own. The police pick you up,

you deny everything.

Okay. Good luck.

He's going to the Yanks and now to the
country as soon as possible.

I'll fix it.

Can't count how many times you've been
reported poaching on Lord Ashford.

Honestly, she wasn't poaching this time.

I don't go poaching at any time.

We were there to expose that murderer I
told you about. You said she was dead.

It wasn't her funeral last week. No,
this is another one. She had an

Oh, dear Lord.

Younger, deal with it, will you?

Let them off for the warning.

Yes, Sergeant.

Any word about our Russian?

No, Sarge.

We've had a report of an RTA.

There's a car off the road, but Rob
Walker's dealing with that.

One vehicle, one driver.

Rob, this is one of the men from the
railway station last night.

Flight leaves at 1600 hours.

I don't want him on the base too long.

Sure. What about the police?

Well, I think his abductors may have
been KGB. I have a tame CID liaison

officer. It's under control.

This could play well for us.

But if anything goes wrong, we never
talked, right?

Right. The agency can't be seen to have
been involved in any unlawful activity

in the UK.

Understood.

Get him to us. You need to have done a
real good job, guy.

Dress the wound.

That should keep it clean for the
moment.

All right, let's find out how you
received a bullet wound, shall we?

Let's start with your name.

I checked his wallet and pockets, Sarge.
No idea on them at all.

That's unusual.

We have witnesses who say they saw you
drag a man from the railway station

yesterday.

Who are you and what have you done with
him?

Miss Catherine, would you leave us for
the moment?

That leg looked painful.

Sorry.

Didn't mean to hurt.

What did you say your name was again?

I'm working for British Intelligence.

I'll say no more.

Your controlling officer is... A man was
kidnapped. A shot was fired.

You don't talk, I'll throw the book at
you.

MI5 won't help. Maitland will hang you
out to dry, you know.

You do work for him, don't you?

Where is Bishatnik?

Right. I'm arresting you on suspicion of
intimidation and kidnapping.

I'm looking forward to informing CID
about this.

I knew absolutely nothing about those
men.

Guy Maitland has used me from the
beginning.

He's tried to use us all.

This man won't talk, so we have no idea
where the Russian might be. Maitland

wanted to hand him over to the Americans
for interrogation, whether he was a spy

or not.

Where's Maitland now?

I left a message to meet me here.

Sarge, there's something we could try.

It's here, Sarge.

Rachel around?

She's in the sergeant's office.

They said to go straight to it.

Any news of our missing Russian?

I think you'd better ask Sergeant Dawson
that.

I can't be any clearer. I don't know
him.

He certainly knows you.

No, he says he does.

Where is Andre Brick, hasn't he? You
tell me.

It's highly unlikely he's been involved
in any spying.

His ship sails tomorrow.

If he doesn't show up, they'll assume
he's defected.

He may never see his wife and son again.

Which is a shame, but there's nothing I
can do about that.

Yes, there is. You can release him.
You're obviously hiding him somewhere.

Release him now before you get into more
trouble.

Assuming I did have him.

If I relieved him, I'd be cashing in my
only chip left in the game by admitting

to involvement in unlawful activity,
wouldn't I? On the other hand, if you

don't, I'd charge your man with every
damn thing in the book.

Kidnapping, endangering the public,
cavalier use of firearms.

Now, my guess is your man won't like
being the fall guy.

Your name will be revealed in open
court. It'll be all over the press.

Your credibility will be in tatters.

But we seem to have reached an impasse,
then.

Because if I was holding Byshevnik, why
would I free him, risk incriminating

myself and ruining my career? I don't
give a damn about your career.

I'm concerned about an innocent man
who's being used as a pawn in a rather

game.

I have a suggestion.

Ready?

Uncoupling

Uncoupling

oh yeah

so

Hop on the bike.

I could still make them, Sarge.

No.

When I give my word, I keep it.

That's why I can sleep at night and you
probably can't.

I'd rather have permanent toothache than
deal with the likes of him.

Next time I come to England, I know
three.

Do svidaniya. Do svidaniya.

Good luck.

You obviously saw through Maitland right
away.

Pity female sergeant isn't as
perceptive.

So what's she like, Rachel Dawson?

Comes over as a bit starchy to me.

Uh -oh, she's okay.

Oh, speak of the devil.

Right, what are you both having?

Jim.

So how are the sleuths getting on, then?
Have you found the murderer yet? It's

no joke, Gina.

If Lord Ashfordly or somebody brought
this to the attention of the police,

they'd pretty soon do something about
it. You should just chuck that book away

and forget all about it. What is it,
Peggy?

Well, it's tantamount to a confession of
murder by Sadie Copley, but your lot

won't investigate it.

Oh, so this is what you were talking
about at the station. Listen to her,

It's a load of nonsense.

No, it's not.

You're right there, Peggy. It's not
nonsense.

Well, not as such.

Mrs Ventress, she did creative writing
classes.

I recognise this.

It's the notes on a draft of a short
crime story that Sadie wrote.

She got a prize for it.

Then Colin Copley weren't murdered?

No. No, he ran off with a cleaner.

It was hushed up. But Sadie never got
over the shame of her husband running

with a charlady.

I get a Christmas card from him every
year.

Seems like your case is solved, Miss
Marble.

I don't mean to be horrible, but really,
I'm not going to go out with you again,

OK? I love you.

Hey! I'm not taking the car.

Oh, no.

Deeper than the boot.

I want someone from this world. My
world. What are you saying, Gina?

Deeper!

One little kiss and I'll forgive you.
Rosie, I love you so much. Do you

me?