All language subtitles for heartbeat_s16e09_hearts_and_flowers

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

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

What is a flower and what is a
vegetable? Perhaps we need to establish

first of all. Joyce, I think you're
missing the point.

Excuse me, but I don't think I am, since
what you're proposing is a flower show

that's mainly focused on vegetables.
People round here have always grown more

vegetables than flowers, and they expect
the flower show to reflect that.

That might have been true 20 years ago
when we were all digging for victory,

we've got to move with the times, Oscar.

Well, people aren't going to be happy.

Sally and I visited the Chelsea Flower
Show this year. The profusion of...

Father, well, it was just breathtaking,
wasn't it, Sally? It's certainly a

lovely day out.

I don't know how you think you're going
to recreate the Chelsea Flageau and

Aidan's figure.

I think Oscar's got a point. A lot of
local people are very keen on their veg.

So, yet again, the highlight of the show
is going to be who's got the biggest

marrow. Or the largest cucumber.

That's what the people want.

They only want it because that's what
they know. Surely it's our job to open

new vistas, show them something new and
exciting.

And who's going to grow all these extra
ruddy flowers and lay out the fancy

displays? You and your sister, I
suppose.

Here we go.

Made some nice sandwiches.

Thought maybe we could all do with a
nice little break, eh?

Good idea.

Here we go.

So that's it, then? All over?

Yeah.

How's your friend taking it?

Ah, I think you'd already guessed.

Long -distance relationships aren't
easy.

The main thing is, are you OK?

A bit sad, maybe, but I know it's the
right thing.

Yeah? Mm -hm.

Hey, those two old harpies over there
are plotting something else, I'm sure of

it. Don't let her get to you, Oscar.

I think she's got some good ideas. More
flowers would be nice.

He wants to go to a flower show and look
at piles of carrots and turnips. Oh,

don't you start.

Oh, thanks for coming, and, uh... Bye,
Tally.

Bye.

Oh,

Oscar, just hang on to these for a
minute, would you? I just need a quick

with Gina. Thank you.

Bernie, give these to Tally, will you?
I'm not running around after that woman.

Oscar, it's only a flower show. There's
no need to start World War III. Come on.

All right.

Bye. Graham, can I give you a lift?

Yeah, thanks, Deidre.

I think Joyce has got some really good
ideas.

Oh, I know.

But she does have a talent for upsetting
people.

Well, Oscar can be a bit... Sally!

I'm taking an ambulance! Right!

I don't believe it. What happened? Was
it a shock? Well, it sounded like a

right. We need to stop the bleeding.

I think we should get anyone inside.

Sally!

Sally, come now!

Sally?

Sally!

What happened?

What happened?

Sally?

Sally?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I think so.

Oscar made everyone go inside and came.
Yeah, you should get inside too.

You may still be out there.

Rob, she just bled. There was nothing I
could do for her. I know. It all

happened so fast. I know, you did your
best.

I shouldn't. You did your best. Well, go
inside.

Here's some brandy.

Thanks. Oh, Bernie.

Go on, Joyce.

Drink that.

Who would shoot Sally?

Why?

Nobody knows.

Take a sip of brandy, it might help.

She never harmed anyone in her whole
life.

I know.

It doesn't make any sense.

Come on, Joyce.

Come on, dear.

It's a drink for you. Oh, thanks, dear.
Thanks, love.

Carol!

Are you okay?

Oh, now, let's get you cleaned up.

She was walking this way with Carol.

Single shot to the chest, probably from
a rifle.

So the shot must have come from that
direction.

Yeah, it must have. But look at this.

The bullet must have passed straight
through her and lodged itself in there.

All right, you two.

Get over to the pavilion. See what you
can find out.

But be careful.

We don't know what kind of nutter we're
dealing with here.

Right.

I don't understand any of this.

I don't think any of us do, Joyce.

We've had a good look outside.

Whoever did this is gone.

Was it a rifle shot?

Once ballistics have had a chance to
examine the bullet, we'll know better

we're dealing with here.

Now, CID will want to interview you all.

In the meantime, I think it's probably
best if you all go home.

Well, what's this maniac still about?

We've drafted in extra officers.

They'll be patrolling the village all
night.

Mr. Jack, one of my officers will take
you home.

It's all right, Sergeant. Don't worry.
I'll take her.

Right.

Terrible business.

But we'll get to the bottom of it.

I'm covered in blood.

I don't know what Len's going to say.

Do you think you're going to be okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine.

Where's Alandra over there?

There's been a shooting at the pub, Len.

A shooting?

Sally Pringle's dead.

It was awful.

I was only inches away from her.

Who's Sally Pringle?

Mrs. Jowett's sister. You know her,
love. The chiropodist.

I don't know her.

Are you all right, then?

Yeah, yeah, don't worry, I'm fine.

Thanks for bringing me over, Beena.

You take care of yourself.

If I were you, I'd get Frank to make you
a stiff drink.

He's gone back to Portsmouth.

He left last night.

Oh, I thought he was staying a while.

We've called off our engagement.

Sorry to hear that.

People change, move apart.

Did you ever row at something?

No, it was very awkward. We both sort of
knew.

We talked.

Agreed it was for the best.

Well, better than getting married and
living to regret it, I suppose.

Yeah.

Evening. You all right, Bob?

Seems odd, Aidan. Feel calling the
policeman?

Just a precaution.

Night -night.

Night.

I could stay for a bit if you'd like
some company.

No, I've inconvenienced you enough,
Oscar.

Yes, probably best if you try and get
some sleep.

Yes.

Look, if there's anything I can do,
anything you need, I'm a light sleeper,

you can call the pub any time.

Who would do something like this to
Sally?

Who knows?

Of the two of us, people always thought
she was the nicer.

She had time and a good word for
everybody.

She was always telling me I'd rub people
up the wrong way.

Well, you're a lady of strong opinions,
Joyce.

There's nothing wrong with that.

You've been very kind, Oscar.

Just try and get some rest.

There's been police everywhere all
morning.

Bernie saw the whole thing.

Well, I didn't.

Well, but they're pegged to buy an ice
cream van anyway.

Oh, if she heard the weather forecast on
the radio, they reckon it's going to be

hot. Sounds like Peggy.

Can't believe she'll have you in charge,
though.

No,

she's got this red coat reunion. She
goes every year, never misses.

Well, I reckon it's your starter motor,
but she'll be able to fix it.

Rosie, how much is it going to cost?

I mean, it's just what I've got to
maintain profits.

She left strict instructions before she
left.

So let's say you pay for the part and
give me free ice cream.

But don't tell Bernie.

This is where she fell.

But the bullet ended up in the vehicle
behind.

Yeah, we've taken it down to the
station. Forensics should be looking at

That'll give us an idea of the weapon.

Walker's found a possible site from
where the shot was fired.

On top of that electricity substation.
It had been hidden by that tree.

Forensics are on it now.

The shot came from over there. That's a
fair distance.

He was quite a marksman. Hit her
squarely in the chest.

Ruptured the heart.

She was dead in moments.

Anyone else know the victim?

Carol Cassidy was here.

She was talking to the victim when it
happened.

Deirdre Brown, she'd just unlocked the
Land Rover.

Graham Simpson, he was getting to the
passenger door side. Mrs Brown was

him a lift.

And that's it.

Oscar Blaketon and Bernie Scripps are
over here.

If you're right about the sight, that's
quite a shot.

And Carl Cassidy and Miss Pringle were
actually moving at the time. They were

heading towards their car.

So, are we dealing with a skilled
marksman who hit his target?

Or could he have been aiming at any one
of the others and missed?

In which case, maybe he'll try again.

Jeff, pop out and get some milk. At this
rate we're going to run out.

Quite excited all day, isn't it?

You won't think so in a couple of days.

One next to Miss Pringle when she went
down.

Two directly behind and two more over
here.

I think you're right.

The shot from that distance, any one of
them could have been the target.

So what are we dealing with here?

Someone with a motive or some not a
shooting people at random? Could be

Well... If they were after someone else
and then missed, he could well have

another go.

I'm not taking any chances.

I want enough officers on the ground to
scare him off.

I'll go into HQ and get some more
backup.

I need to find out first if Sally
Pringle was the real target.

My walker knows who they are.

Take him with you.

Good idea, Sergeant.

I'm very sorry for your loss, Mrs
Jarrett.

As long as you find the madman who did
it, that's the main thing.

It may well be that your sister was just
a random victim.

However, we can't discount the
possibility that the person who killed

intended to do so and had a motive.

Sally didn't have an enemy in the world.

She was your younger sister?

Yes, by two years.

She never married?

There was a young man during the war.

He never came back.

But Sally always had a happy
disposition. She got on with her life.

Everyone in the village knew her.
Constable Walker would tell you she was

popular. Sally was the local shop
assistant.

Well, that would have put her into
contact with a lot of people.

And you can't think of anyone who had a
grievance against her, real or imagined?

No.

She got on with everybody.

If it had been Joyce, you'd have quite a
few likely candidates.

Chalk and cheese, those two were. Joyce
upset everyone. Sally was always

sweetness and all. We have to consider
the possibility that Sally Pringle

the intended target.

Yeah, that thought did cross my mind
too, but I think I was too far away for

to be me.

The shot was taken from maybe 250 yards.

Perhaps you'd have a think, anyone who
might wish you harm.

Well, as a police officer for over 20
years, that could be quite a long lift.

What do you reckon?

It's pretty unlikely Sally Pringle was
the intended victim.

What about a random feature?

A pub car park, easy target.

Then why stop at one?

Might have got at least two or three.

No, psychology's all wrong for that.

I reckon we're dealing with someone who
knows his target and has got a

grievance. I think you'll be right.

I'm going to have to go because I need
to pick up some fresh supply.

Where are you getting it from?

Oh, Mr. Boss Stock.

Aunt Peggy's got this really special
deal with him. You know, he makes all

ice cream in a shed in his garden.

In a shed?

Oh, yeah. I mean, that's where your
profit margins come in. Well, that's

Aunt Peggy says. You see, you buy the
cheapest stuff you can get and you sell

for as much as you can. And the bit in
between is your profit.

David, it's got bits in it.

Or sore bits?

Well, I don't know.

Gritty bits.

Gritty bits?

I reckon your Mr. Bostock's got more
than ice cream in his shed.

Yeah.

Sonny used to visit a lot of my elderly
patients in their homes, so I'd see her

quite often.

You can't think of anyone who might want
to harm her in any way?

No, not at all.

She was one of those people who went on,
right?

I understand you and your fiancé have
just split up.

Yeah, well, I don't see what that's got
to do with anything.

Am I right in thinking he's in the Navy?

I don't think that's any of your
business.

You were stood right next to Sally
Pringle when she was shot.

Maybe he was aiming at somebody else.

What, you think I was the target?

You, Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Brown, Oscar
Blake and Mr.

Scripps were all close enough to be
potential targets.

I've sort of assumed it was some lunatic
taking pot shots.

We think that's unlikely.

Carol, I need you to tell me about what
happened with Frank.

Why?

He got some tin -pot theory that I spit
out with my fiancée. He got upset and

decided to shoot me.

Never had anything so ridiculous in my
whole life.

We have to look at every possible angle.

Well, it wasn't Frank.

When people get very angry and upset,
they're sometimes capable of doing

unimaginable things. Don't you patronise
me, Rachel.

He's a Navy man.

Presumably he's had firearms training.

Look, yesterday I watched a good friend
and a very decent person die right in

front of me.

And I could do nothing to help her.

This morning I got you two round here
prying into my private life. Could you

please just leave?

Carol. Don't you go telling me you're
just doing your job.

I'm sorry if we've upset you.

Just get out!

That went well.

Is there something going on between you
and her?

No. Of course not. Just friends.

Really?

I think we need to find out more about
Frank.

Ice crystals.

See, a lot of people mistake ice
crystals for grit.

The better quality your ice cream, the
bigger the crystals.

Well, that's no good if they think it's
got muck in it. Listen, lad, my ice

cream has not got muck in it. Oh, I
don't sell it, did it? Hey, look at

State of the art, that is.

Hey, come on, have a look.

Is it... is it clean?

Course it is.

Hey, I'll give you a tip.

Before you fill each cone, give the side
of the dispenser a good whack.

Break the ice crystals open. You'll have
no more problems. I promise you.

Honestly,

Gina, I couldn't believe it when they
said it.

Well, we're just trying to do the job.

Oh, yeah?

But Rachel Dawson, she's just so, oh,
superior.

She's got Rob Walker trotting behind her
like a tame poodle.

Yeah, but you've got to see it from
their side.

Rob knows you and Frank have fallen out.
That's the whole point, Amy. We didn't

fall out.

I told him I had doubts.

How I felt my life had changed.

He'd already guessed. He felt the same.

Actually, he's met someone else.

A Ren in Portsmouth.

Apparently they've been seeing quite a
bit of each other.

Well, I can understand you not wanting
to tell Rachel Dauphin that bit.

I mean, the notion that he tried to
shoot me, it's absurd.

Whoever's done this must have been after
someone.

Who?

Well, I don't think it could have been
Sally.

Deirdre Brown wouldn't say boo to a
goose.

So that leaves Oscar, Bernie and Graham
Simpson.

How long have you been in the village,
Mr Simpson? Only a couple of years.

Walk!

I was teaching down in London before.

Got fed up with city life.

Too hectic.

You settled in pretty well. Oh, yes.

Love it.

Actually, I was born in Yorkshire.

Please.

And you can't think of anyone who might
have been for you?

I reckon I'm pretty easygoing.

I get a few comments about the casual
clothes.

People expect a teacher to be all
buttoned up in a shirt and tie.

But it's mostly good -natured.

If I've upset anyone, I'm not aware of
it.

Hey.

There's two coppers over at the garage
saying they're there to keep an eye on

things. What's going on?

Well, haven't CID interviewed you yet?

Mm -hm.

Well, they reckon any one of us could
have been the target.

What? Oh, who'd want to shoot you?

Or Bernie?

Bingo.

Poor Sally.

I can't stop thinking about her.

Been making bread all morning, only
thing that takes my mind off it.

Not worth it.

He brought me Land Rover back.

Forensics should be finished with it
later on today.

It's at the police station in Ashfordly.
Well, that's no good to me. I need it

now. Well, then the police can't run
around after you. They've got a job to

Have a lot to do with guns, do you, Mr
Brown?

I'm a gamekeeper.

It's me job.

I've also got to feed the pheasants.

That's why I need me Land Rover.

Where were you yesterday afternoon?

Oh, with Lord Ashfordly.

He had a shooting party over at Colonel
Bing's.

I'll load him for his lordship.

It doesn't matter about the Land Rover.

I'll fix it later.

I don't mind Len.

He's a bit, well, you know, ever since
the war.

He was in Burma, prisoner of the
Japanese.

He needs his routine, gets very anxious
if things change.

One of the things we have to consider,
Mrs Brown, is that Sally wasn't the

target. Carol was close by. You and Mr
Simpson were just behind her.

I don't know who'd want to shoot me.

Probably no -one, but we have to ask.

I don't think I've ever upset anyone,
not that I know of.

I think the only way to get through life
is to look on the bright side.

Do you remember Wade Curtis?

He did a spate of armed robberies in the
late 50s. He must have held up half a

dozen banks in his time.

Accused of murder too, wasn't he? Though
they never made it thick.

You know, 10 years ago, the Yorker's
side, I was the one that gave the main

prosecution evidence against him.

A nasty piece of work and no mistake.

You always carry the gun.

Well,

last week in the paper, I read this.

He's just been released from jail.

Jennifer, looks like we're in business!

I want a chocolate!

I want a chocolate!

I've left PC Bellamy at the pub much too
late tonight.

We're going to have to give Oscar Blake
his 24 -hour protection.

Certainly sounds like the most promising
lead so far.

I've just had a call from Forensic Card.

All right, let's hear it.

Well, the bullet was from a .222 calibre
bolt -action rifle.

They're saying probably a BSA.

Find out what kind of weapon Wes Curtis
used.

If he managed to take out the pub, he
must be staying in the area somewhere.

Let's go over a recent photograph.

And get Alf to check firearm
certificates.

Let's see if we can find someone who had
a weapon of this calibre. Serge?

Well, I don't want those guys to agree.

I want all men. Can I ask you to do?
Yeah, why not?

It's not working. Sometimes he's a bit
of a bag, you know.

Oh, there we go. I'm coming.

Come on, Alf.

Come on, Alf.

Come on, Alf. Stop!

Lord, you gave me a fright.

Bernie, what are you doing in here?

I've got three jobs lined up in the
garage and a man in the petrol pump. I

do with some help.

I'll be there in a minute. I'm just
finishing off here.

Are those coppers still hanging around
outside?

Yeah, they've gone over the road.
They're outside the pub now.

Hey.

Are you all right?

Yes, yes, yeah.

I'm just seeing Sally shot like that.
I'm suffering shock, I think.

Yeah, I'm sure you are.

Hey, look.

Don't worry.

I can manage.

Yeah, thanks.

I think you should apologise to Carol,
you know, Rob. I mean, she talked to you

as a friend, and you go discussing it
with Miss CID.

I can see why she might be upset, but
we've got to follow things... Look, it

seems that Frank's found himself another
girl, and he certainly seems relieved

to be put off the hook.

I don't think he was about to shoot her,
though.

Hmm.

Well, things have moved on anyway.

Wes Curtis is now the prime suspect.

Oh, I'm sure that'll be a comfort to
her.

Don't worry, Gina, I'll talk to her.
Sort it out.

If she'll talk to you.

Any news?

There's still some confusion about which
jail Wes Curtis was released from.

DS Dawson's trying to get HQ to sort it
out. The only thing they have sent

through are some mugshots which are ten
years out of date.

I'm beginning to feel like I'm the one
under lock and key.

You're in the safest place, Oscar.

Well, if you ask me, this villain must
be a pretty poor shot if he was aiming

Oscar and it's Sally Pringle instead.

I agree with Gina.

All right.

Who was the target, then?

Well, Graham Stimson's the obvious
choice.

Gina's got a B in her bonnet.

Apparently, he's not popular in the
village.

Why's that?

Well, I gather the parents haven't liked
him since he took over the school.

They think he's got a murky past.

I'm sure it's only because he's not some
old fuddy -duddy. You know, he takes

the kids out and about, gets them
excited about what they're going to be

Gina, you go to school to learn, not to
get excited.

I mean, there have been all sorts of
rumours about him, why he left London.

Like what?

I'm not sure.

Carol reckons he lost his job.

Bernie?

HQ finally tracked Wes Curtis down.

Have you got him?

Not exactly.

I spoke to the governor at Parkhurst.

Wes Curtis was released because he
suffered a stroke in jail.

He's now in intensive care in a hospital
in Southampton.

He's certainly no fit state to shoot
anyone.

Well, that's a relief of sorts.

So where does that leave us now?

Back to square one, I reckon.

Oscar.

Could I have a word?

Yes, of course. Go through to the slug.

Gina, gin and tonic.

I told the police this morning.

They wanted to know if anyone who might
have had some kind of a motive for

harming Sally.

Let's see.

I did remember something.

But I feel very awkward about telling
them, though. But if it helps bring

Sally's murderer to justice, then I
must, mustn't I?

Well, yes, if you think it could be
relevant.

Here you go, Oscar.

Oh, thanks.

Joyce?

Some years ago, Sally took me for a
holiday to Bridlington.

I met a man in the used car trade.

Well, Sally was against him from the
beginning.

He wore rather pungent aftershave and
Sally's nose was always delicate. That's

why she was so good with flowers.

Anyway, he and I saw a bit of each
other.

Sally got quite upset. She thought I was
making a fool of myself.

She thought he was just after my money.

And I did, foolishly, lend him some.

Anyway, in the end, at Sally's
insistence, I stopped seeing him.

We later saw a bit in the paper.

He'd been arrested for fraud.

How long ago was this?

Three, four years.

Well, it seems unlikely to me that he'll
be waiting till now to get his own back

on Sally.

You don't think he's a potential
suspect, then?

No.

And he didn't tell the police?

I don't think so.

Oh.

You don't know what a weight that is off
my mind to think I might have been

responsible for Sally.

This won't go any further, will it?

No, of course not. Don't be silly.

I know we've not always seen eye to eye,
but you've been a real gentleman,

Oscar.

Well, when something terrible like this
happens, it brings us all to our senses.

It's not the starter motor, I get it.

No, the nozzle's blocked.

Mr. Bostock said just give it a good old
whack, but that doesn't work. There's

ice cream everywhere.

Oh, Deepa's been sick.

Oh, poor Deepa.

To be honest, I don't know too much
about ice cream machines.

I'll get the compressor started, see if
we can pump some air through it.

Bernie?

Why are you skulking round the place?

I can't get out of sight.

Why?

I reckon it's me he's after.

Who is it?

It's all right, Carol. It's me, Rob.

A little bit long today.

Give on it.

Can I come in?

Yeah, sure.

You remember old Mrs. Tyler?

They farm over Asperley Way.

Didn't he bury her last week?

That's the trouble. They very nearly
didn't.

It was a nix up. The hospital gave me
the wrong body.

Well, I didn't realise. I just laid out
what I thought was in the chapel arrest

for the family to come and see.

When they came and saw, they went spare.

Was it a genuine mistake they made?

Their grandson didn't seem to think so.

Andy Tyler, I went to school with him.
He's a big lad in the army.

I thought he was going to thump me. Dad
had to step in.

Ernie, Andy Tyler wouldn't shoot you. He
wouldn't shoot anybody.

You can't be sure, can you?

Well, why didn't you tell the police?

I don't know. I mean, when you say it
out loud, it does sound a bit far

-fetched. Where are you going?

To sort this out. I'm going to phone
Annie Tyler's mum.

I know the way we approached it was all
wrong, but... I just can't believe you

told her.

Still, I suppose you and her are pretty
good friends.

She's a CID officer.

I work with her from time to time.
That's about all there is to it, really.

Are you sure?

I don't think that's how she sees it.

I went out with her once, years ago, but
now we're just colleagues.

Rank's got someone else.

I gather.

Pretty embarrassing, eh?

More for him.

Oh, Rob.

I can't believe all this is happening.

One minute we were just chatting away
and the next she's...

Come on, you're still in shock.

Who'd want to kill any of us?

I don't know.

But someone's got a secret they're not
laying on about.

Gina reckons you know something about
Graham Simpson.

Thanks, maybe.

That's fine.

Take care.

Bye.

That's settled it. Andy Tyler went back
to his unit in Germany last week, the

day after his granny's funeral.

I suppose you think I'm a silly old
fool.

No, I just wish you'd told me sooner.
Oh, thanks, Rochelle.

You daft thing.

Thanks for coming round so promptly,
Arthur.

You said it was important.

I want the flower show to go ahead, as
planned, in Sally's memory.

Oh, well, a big outdoor event like that,
under the circumstances, I can't see

the police agreeing to it.

I'm sure you can persuade them.

Don't know about that.

Oscar, I can't just sit here staring at
these four walls thinking about what's

happened. I appreciate it must be hard.

What if it was held indoors?

Indoors? Where?

In the village hall.

I can't see the police objecting to
that.

That's brilliant.

Yes, we could manage in the village
hall.

See what a great team we make.

I mean, of course, with myself as chair
and you as vice chair.

Hmm.

The thing is, Mr Bostock, it all came
out at once and I've lost all my ice

cream. You must have whacked it too
hard, lad. You've got to have the touch.

I worry about my profit margin.

That package will be really upset.

Yeah, I've had some experience of that
before.

I'll tell you what.

I'll give you an exclusive.

Cut price offer on my new line. Oh, no.
No, I've had it with ice cream.

It's not just ice cream, lad.

Dandelion and burdock ice cream. You've
tasted no like it, I promise you.

Well, I might be money bad.

And then some.

Follow me.

Unless he has another crack, I can't see
how we're going to get him.

Chilling filled?

I think I've got a new lead.

I could certainly do with that.

I popped in to see Carol Cassidy last
night, just to make sure she was OK.

Yes, and?

Well, as a district nurse, she's been in
and out of the school quite a bit.

It seems Graham Simpson does have quite
a big secret in his past.

Like what?

We used to teach in a secondary school
in London.

I've just spoken to them.

He lost his job there because he took up
with a 17 -year -old pupil.

The girl's parents tried to have him
prosecuted for rape.

Why do we have to drag all this up
again? I came to Aidensfield for a quiet

life. What if someone managed to track
you down?

She was practically 18.

OK, her parents were upset at the time,
but in the end they had to accept it.

But you still lost your job over it.

Well, that's schools, isn't it?

Being seen to do the right thing. Exams,
results.

Never mind if the kids actually get an
education.

Are you saying it's acceptable for a
teacher to start a relationship with a

pupil?

No, of course not.

But these things happen. People fall in
love.

She was hardly a child.

Are you still in contact with her?

Yes. She recently sent me a postcard
from San Francisco.

She's travelling the world.

I suppose her old man blames her for
that, too.

So he could still be angry with you,
then?

He was an angry man, full stop.

He spent his whole life in the military,
real spit -and -polish type.

She hated him. I think on reflection,
she got involved with me just to spite

him.

I think we're going to have to follow
this up, Mr Simpson.

In the current circumstances, Mrs. Jack,
don't you think it would be better to

postpone it?

People have been growing flowers and,
indeed, vegetables for months, Sergeant.

The flowers are blooming. You can't
postpone that.

I'm not keen on an officer on each exit.

Flowers were my sister's life, Sergeant.

She worked very hard to make this show
possible.

I think it would be a fitting memorial.

I think the village needs something like
this, Sergeant. Life has to go on.

And the whole show can be held in here.

Well, we'll just have to do the best we
can, I suppose.

Are you sure you'll be all right on this
sofa?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Look, he was an uptight old phone,
though, but I don't really think he was

enough to try and shoot me. It's just a
precaution until DS Dalton can track him

down. Can I get a beer?

Hold on, Mr Simpson.

Are you expecting anyone?

No. You'd better wait in here.

I thought you were going to call me.

Mr Walker.

Mrs Brown.

You'd better come in.

Deidre.

I came to tell you that the flower
show's going ahead.

Yeah, I heard.

I'd better check the back door.

What's he doing here? They think it
might be me that this man runs after.

We need to talk about this.

All secure.

Right, well, I'll see you tomorrow,
then.

Joyce says that everybody's got to be
there early.

Take care, eh?

Bye.

She's a lovely lady.

Not a mean bone in her body.

How long has this been going on?

A while.

You have to understand that Deirdre's
had a very difficult life.

In what way?

Len was a prisoner of the Japanese.

He suffered badly.

The truth is he's never really
recovered.

He gets very depressed.

Goes off for days in the woods.

Deirdre does her best to take care of
him.

Does he know that you're having an
affair with his wife?

No.

Did with his lifeline.

And I guess in my own small way, I'm
hers.

What's going to happen to all this, eh?

Why don't you take it over?

I could never do it justice.

It's over here.

Here it is.

Oh, that's lovely.

Now, what would you rather look at?
That?

Or an over -inflated marrow.

Now, that's not fair.

I've been wondering why you and I fall
out so much.

But they do say opposites attract.

Well, we've had our differences of
opinion in the past, Joyce.

I'll admit to that.

But you've suffered a terrible tragedy.

Take no notice of me.

I'm probably still in shock.

I'm certainly not myself.

Oh, well, I'll take this and I'll be
off.

I'll be there shortly.

If he's Lord Ashfordly's gamekeeper,
he's going to know about guns.

He'll find out about the affair. That
certainly makes him a plausible

Mrs. Brown?

Something's not right.

Brown?

Brown?

No sign of anyone.

No rifle.

But a new box of shells.

Triple two, same calibre.

We need to get to Simpson before he
does.

I want a thorough search and then two
men posted at each exit.

Very well.

Guard all entrances.

You'd better let the exhibitors in.

Right, ladies and gentlemen, you're
allowed in now.

This

is really

good, David.

A little bit deeper.

She's just been eating too much ice
cream.

I hope she's not going to be sick again.
You want to try some of this? It's

delicious.

It's a dandelion and burdock.

It's Mr Bostock's secret recipe.

Oh, yeah.

I think I know what Mr Bostock's secret
recipe is, David. Yeah.

What you do is, like, you ferment the
dandelions for a really long time and Mr

Bostock reckons you get a fuller
flavour.

You also get alcohol.

David, if the police catch you selling
alcohol without a licence, you're going

to be in big trouble.

Well, I'm selling alcohol. I'm selling
ice cream.

Alcoholic ice cream? And you've got to
stop?

Look, I'm going to make loads of money.
Peggy will be really pleased with me.

What are you going to do when the kids
start arriving with the mums and dads?

Hey.

Come on, David. You can't sell this.

It's time to shut up shop.

Come on, people now.

Smile on your brother.

Everybody get together.

Ventra's finally managed to get hold of
Lord Ashfordly on the phone.

It seems his lordship's been in London a
week or so. He missed Colonel Bing's

shoot altogether.

I think we've got our man.

I wish I'd not let myself be shag -eyed
into this.

Yeah, my fault, Sergeant. I'm sorry.

Ladies and gentlemen, 40 minutes till
the official opening.

Where's Len, Mrs Brown?

I don't know.

He found out about it.

I left some letters in a drawer.

Men would never hurt anyone, I swear it.

We have to find him. He just went off
this morning. I don't know where he's

gone. Did he threaten you?

You don't have to do this.

Why not?

I killed that woman by mistake.

I meant it for the nut house anyway,
aren't I?

You shoot him, you'll have to shoot me
first.

Do you really love him that much?

No, Len.

It's because I love you that much.

You've got to stop.

You're not well, though. You need help.

That was enough.

I thought you were going to leave me.

Oh, Len.

I'll never leave you.

I don't know. You've always got to be
the flippin' hero, haven't you?

Don't worry, Ian. Come on, make me a cup
of tea.

Eh?

We're taking Len Brown to the Division
Headquarters.

He'll have to sit at our car shift.

Will he be fit to plead?

You doubt it.

Thanks for all your efforts, Constable.

It's a bit formal, isn't it?

Your friend's waiting for you.

Rachel, there is nothing going on there.

See you around, Rob.

Move along now, please, folks.

It's illegal to block the public
highway.

Have you seen a snake?

A what? A snake.

I figured out when I stopped in Petco.

You lost your temper when the crowd
surged forward and you lucked out in all

directions. Isn't that what really
happened? No.

Ow!

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