All language subtitles for heartbeat_s17e09_the_devil_rides_out

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

Heartbeat, what does a love kiss say in
my memory?

Take care.

The mark of the devil, you see.

He seeks the blood of the innocent.

I reckon if you car paint, you can buy
it in spray cans now. Vandals love it.

But look at the emoji.

The symbol of Christ impaled.

Looks more like a bit of straw to me.

What if we've been targeted?

I've read about it.

Followers of the dark arts are always
looking for a quiet rural church where

they can hold a black mass.

Yeah, I think you probably have been
targeted. Most likely by some scooter

from Whitby. They've been seen spray
painting recently.

Then why do I feel an evil presence?

Yeah, they can be evil little so -and
-sos.

But don't you worry, Vicar.

We'll catch them.

It's just lying in the road.

I kept thinking, this could have been
deeper.

Has he got an address on the collar?

Belongs to the Carters in Brock Lane.

They can't be bothered to walk it, so
they just let it out. This must have

happened last night.

I'd better let the owners know.

Unlikely we'll find out who did it.

It might be worth your while taking a
trip to the hall.

Lord Ashfordly. I thought he was a dog
lover. Yeah, he's got his godson staying

with him. A right flash, Harry. He was
in the pub last night knocking back the

whiskies. He drives around in this fancy
sports car.

Do we have a problem, Mason?

I'm not sure, my lord.

There was a dog run over last night.

Not far from here.

Right.

You'd better come inside.

This is Charles Enderley, my godson,
Constable Mason.

Morning.

I gather that's your car outside, Mr
Enderley.

It's a nasty dent in the wing.

What happened?

I really couldn't say.

Look, it was dark.

A dog ran straight in front of me. There
was nothing I could do.

Honestly, Charlie, it wasn't my fault.
If you run over a dog, it's an offence

not to report the matter to the police.

I'm telling you now.

Well, were you drunk?

Jazz, let me have a word with Constable
Mason. One day you'll find coffee in the

kitchen.

I'm not going to make excuses for him,
Constable. He probably was drunk.

Probably.

Chas's parents were very good friends of
mine.

Died when he was four years old. Since
then, Chas has been like a son to me.

His life?

Well, he's been having a few problems
lately.

That's why he's here, to rest and
recuperate.

Well, under the circumstances, I'm
prepared to issue a caution.

Try a decent of you.

As for the dog?

Oh, Chas will make reparations to the
owners. I'll see to that.

You see to it that he doesn't drink and
drive as well.

If I catch him, I'll make him.

Whatever the Reverend John Peggedy says
needs to be taken with a pinch of salt.

Well, it all sounds a bit spooky to me.

So what about my dinner party? Are you
going to come?

Carol, look, I'm not really sure. Oh, I
know, but it would be a special favour

to me.

Chris has invited these people from the
hospital and I'm not the greatest cook

in the world.

I'm worried I'll get myself in a bit of
a mess.

Well, I suppose I could make a dessert
and bring it over beforehand.

Look, I don't want to stay. I knew you
wouldn't let me down.

About seven?

Well, that's if Oscar can manage.

Don't worry.

I'll manage.

And the dog was black.

You know, like the hounds of Satan.

They come first, you know.

I mean, that's why Mrs Frost... David,
what are you on about?

You know, goings -on.

When the vicar... The vicar?

I haven't come across one of them yet
that hasn't had his hand in the

plate. That's not a very charitable
view, Mrs Armstrong.

Yeah, well, charity begins at home.

Now, let's be having you.

I've got to lift a mile long and I want
to be finished before dinner time.

Er, no, I'm sorry, I can't.

What?

Right, I'm off.

Here we go.

Hey, what's going on?

I've just promised to look after the
garage for Mr Scripps.

What?

Association of Funeral Directors Annual
Conference.

We're in Skegness this year.

I hear it's very bracing. I'm putting in
an extra pullover.

He can't! I need him!

Oh, Peggy, I've promised.

Sorry, Peggy. See you next Tuesday.

And how am I supposed to manage?

And don't forget what I told you, David.

Toodle -oo!

I suppose you're pleased with yourself.

How much is he paying, you think? Oh,
Peggy, I wouldn't dream... No, you

wouldn't. That's the trouble with you.

Peggy, that'll be five... On tick, love.

Ah, no, no. Mr Scripps, he said.

Absolutely no tick.

Especially not for that.

As far as I'm concerned, all the talk of
Satanism is nonsense.

If a church door is vandalised, that
spells hooligans with pots of paint.

Or spray cans.

We've had a report of another dog run
over. And if dogs are getting run over,

that spells dangerous, probably drunken
drivers. There's a lot of gothic, you

know, Sergeant, about funny goings -on.

It doesn't help that the vicar himself
is stirring things up. Let's stick to

facts, shall we?

I'm not superstitious, Miss Alf, but the
roots of these old religions do go deep

in these country areas. Don't you start,
Alf.

I want to clamp down on motoring
offences.

I want Scooter Lads and any other likely
hooligans.

Well, what are you waiting for? Get out
there.

So, I said to him, sorry, old chap, but
you either pull your trousers down for

me or I'll get Matron to do it.

You made that up.

No, no, no, no, no. It's true.

You should have seen the size of it.

Oh, hey.

OK, so you can come on a little bit of a
roll.

Give me the name of the Lord.

Robinson. OK, so, Lord Robinson.

All this hospital humour, I'm a bit
childish to an outsider.

I've heard me fair share a blue joke.

Running a pub.

Oh, so they've sold you in about me,
have they?

Not really.

They did tell me about your bereavement.

Well, I suppose everyone has to be
warned in case I break down or get drunk

embarrassing. Well, I'm all in favour of
drunk and embarrassing.

If you fancy giving it a go, count me
in.

You don't strike me as a typical doctor.

Maybe that's because I'm a shrink.

Most doctors think psychiatry's a bit of
a cop -out for those too soft to get

their hands dirty.

Right. I get it.

They think I need help.

No, no, no. Gina, you've got the wrong
end of the stick.

I just arrived at the hospital. I don't
know anyone. Chris took pity and invited

me around.

It's the truth. I promise.

One

of

the dogs up at the hall just had a
litter.

Perfect. I'll get my jacket.

You must be Gina's father.

Get again, sonny.

Paul Hammond. I work at the hospital.

She's inside.

Poor old Charlie.

He's done his best.

I spent my childhood in a series of grim
but expensive boarding schools, and it

was probably the music that saved me.

Which bands were you in?

Oh, nothing any good.

I was a rubbish guitarist. I had a good
ear, though.

I worked in promotions for a while, then
went across to the States and went...

Spike Adelio came swinging into London.
I came with him.

Managed a couple of bands, probably none
of the hardest.

Try me.

Hounds of Satan.

They were great.

I bought the album.

Whatever happened to them?

No, no. It was a long story.

Ended badly, like most things.

There's been some revolutionary work
going on in the bereavement field.

And I thought this might help.

I don't see how reading a book is going
to help me get over Phil.

You know, we're too buttoned up in this
country.

They pop a lip, soldier on.

Other cultures have elaborate grieving
rituals.

Some even use hallucinogenic drugs. In
Mexico, they have a day of the dead.

Oh, that sounds a battle of laughs.

Well, I thought opening things up a bit
might help. Look, I don't need a shrink,

okay?

I've got a lot of good friends.

I have the odd gin and tonic, yeah.

And I get on with it. I'm not trying to
be shrink.

I hoped I might qualify as a potential
friend.

Anyway, here's my number, if you should
ever need it.

And I hope to see you around.

Now, which one of you would like this?

Put your hand on the back.

Hold it tight.

Two drunk drivers.

Breathalyze them as soon as they drove
out the pub car park.

Well done, Weatherby.

I didn't actually make any arrests.

But I stood outside the pub and advised
people not to drink... You've got to

wait for them to cross the line, then
you nab them.

Surely preventing accidents is better
than letting them happen.

All right, I didn't ask for a ruddy
debate.

I don't know what you're smirking at,
Mason.

Ashfordly Police. Have you collared
those scooter lads yet?

I haven't really had the chance.

Sorry, Sarge, it's the vicar from
Eltering. He's asking for Mason. He

bit upset.

I told you we'd be targeted.

Would you listen?

Just try and calm down, vicar.

There he is.

Like a wild animal.

Oh, Nick.

God knows what I've... No. No.

No.

No. No.

Josh. I got you.

He's in some kind of psychotic state.

Has he been attacked?

He certainly bashed his head, but I
wouldn't say that was the cause.

We'll know more when we get the test
results back.

Could this be self -inflicted?

He does have a history of drug
addiction.

It could certainly be drug -induced.

I'm not sure about self -inflicted.

Even if he did take something himself,
it doesn't explain how he ended up in

such a mess.

Oh, you'd be surprised, Mason. He's been
picked out of the gutter more times

than I care to remember.

This is my colleague, Dr Hammond. He's a
psychiatrist.

I've asked him to assess his mental
state.

So what's your theory then, Dr Hammond?

He's obviously out of his mind, but what
caused it?

Most of us are out of our mind at some
point or another, Sergeant.

We just don't like to admit it.

Is this drug -induced?

Possibly.

Can't you tell us any more?

Not yet.

Not really.

The human mind is fragile.

It takes time and patience to unravel
its mysteries.

Right. Well, when you've sorted your
idea, that perhaps you'll let us know.

Of course, Sergeant.

We'll be in touch.

Bloody doctors.

God, Ashfordly, he's God's son.

He'd seen the devil and they took him
off to hospital in an ambulance.

I knew no good had come out of you
minding that garage.

You spend all your time gossiping.

If it can happen to the likes of him, it
can happen to any of us. There's not a

thing he can do about it.

Well, that's where you're wrong, David.

A posy of orthone.

It's an old country remedy for warding
off the devil.

We've got tons of that in our backyard.

Really?

Well, that's lucky then, isn't it?

Orthone?

Do you know what Chas was in the habit
of taking?

Pretty much anything he could get his
hands on, I gather.

But it's this LSD stuff that sent him
off his rock at this time.

If he was back on the drugs, where was
he getting them from?

I've no idea.

I've searched this room, top to bottom,
been through all these things, the car,

the lot.

All I found was a bottle of whiskey.

About a right morning of it.

Half a mile later, they're convinced the
whole village has been taken over by a

coven of witches.

Fancy some lunch?

Tina?

Hey, come here.

We'll get easier.

I promise you.

I went to the doctor's last week.

If he's wanted to put you on to
medication, frankly, I'd say no.

Grief is a natural process. It has to
play itself out.

I had a letter this morning.

It says I'm pregnant.

I'm going to have a little baby.

That's wonderful news.

Is it?

I telephoned

the bishop this morning.

We're going to need an exorcist.

Vicar, I think it's very important that
we don't overreact.

Sergeant, this is a battle for souls.

Look at what they did to that poor boy.

It remains to be seen just exactly what
was done to him and by whom.

I'm so sorry, Sergeant.

Looks like you've got a few problems.

Bleaks like a sieve.

The congregation's dwindled to nothing
as a result.

Until we can get a clearer picture of
what happened here, I think you'd better

keep the church locked.

I don't intend to give in to the forces
of evil and simply creep away.

Neither do I.

Now, I know it might be tempting to use
this to drum up a bit of business. I'm

sure I don't know what you mean. I think
we'd better all keep quiet until we're

in full possession of the facts.

Agreed?

I suppose this is Peggy's idea.

It'll be awful.

It's poor Flippy Nightmaking, then.

Anyway. I reckon it works.

You sold any?

Given a couple away.

Right, I'll be here at six o 'clock.

Thanks,

David.

The car's a bit of a mess.

Shall I tell you what? I'm not doing
much this morning. Shall I give it a

for you?

You're a good one, aren't you?

Thanks, David.

I'll leave it with you.

It must have happened last night.

You didn't hear anything.

I really think Sergeant Miller should be
treated this more seriously.

Funny that.

Just... The one rule picked out from all
the others.

The only good news on the horizon is
that we're finally getting our roof

Hound of Satan?

It's the band that Chaz Enderley used to
manage.

I'm hardly surprised he's turned out
like he has.

All these long -haired rockers. I can't
stand them.

You'll have to go a long way to beat
Elvis.

Look at the picture search.

A row of headstones daubed in red paint,
just like an altering churchyard.

Maybe he is our vandal, then. Except
that the vandalism happened last night,

Chad was still in hospital.

David, what are you playing at?

Washing Gina's car.

I can see that. Is she paying you?

Look, I couldn't charge her.

She looks so down in the dumps, I
thought I just might cheer up a bit or

And what about me posies? Have you sold
any?

Two. I gave Mrs Frost one for free
because she hasn't got much.

Oh, what am I going to do with you?

I'm trying me best.

All you ever do is have a go at me.

If you will make ridiculous promises to
Bernie Scripps.

Have you come down from the rafters yet?

I've had worse trips.

Do you remember this?

What's going on, mate?

You can't fool me.

You're in it with the rest of them. Ben?

Who's Ben?

They're out to get me.

Someone's done exactly the same as this
to the graves in the Eltring churchyard.

Who chats?

And why?

It's a bit quieter in here.

Thanks for inviting me.

You've been crying.

Which is good.

The slightest thing seems to set me off.

Like what?

I don't know.

When we first lose someone, we can't get
them out of our head, but in time...

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Everyone keeps telling me that.

You're very angry with him, aren't you?

I'd like to give him a piece of me mind
for leaving us in the lurch like this.

What?

Is it?

You're not pregnant by any chance, are
you?

No.

No, of course I'm not.

Do you know, I can understand why you'd
want to keep it quiet, but I'm probably

the one person around here you can talk
to in complete confidence.

No one else knows.

It's a hard one.

Do you want to have a baby?

How can I?

I'm just about holding myself together.

I just can't seem to stop crying.

If I was to put my doctor's hat on just
for a minute, the obvious question would

be, do you want to have a termination?

No.

I don't know.

But all people... It doesn't matter what
people think.

Your life has to go on.

You have to do what's best for you.

Frankly, no one else needs to know.

We're all just an experiment to him.

And it's under a microscope.

Who are you talking about?

Sounds to pluck out our brain. See what
makes us tick.

Do you mean Dr Hammond?

I'm not paranoid.

They're out there just biding their
time.

Who is?

It's just a wake -up call.

Look, I can only help you if you tell me
what this is all about.

I can't stay here. I can't stay here any
longer. I've got to get out. I'll be

safer here than you would be anywhere
else.

Look, I'm not saying I don't deserve it.

I'm just making it all right out of my
headstone.

And I'm sorry.

I'm really, really, really sorry.

Oh, you see, John, what you do is you
take out the black disc inside, you put

on the turntable, you play it. It's
called a record.

No kidding.

They'll make a detective out of you,
yeah.

As to what's on the record, in this
case, I don't think we can call this

I think you've been a bit judgmental
there, Don.

You see, I don't think that popular
music begins and ends with Elvis

you know.

Are you looking for a fight, boy?

Get off, you daft ape.

Get off! If you two are short of a job,
I can soon find you something. No,

Sarge. Sorry, Sarge. Right, test results
have come through from the hospital on

Chad Anderley. It seems like he's taken
a massive overdose of LSD in tablet

form. They're surprised it didn't kill
him. Well, that still doesn't tell us if

it was self -inflicted.

We have to rely on the good Dr. Hammond
for that.

Go on.

Uh -huh.

Thank you very much.

I can't say for sure what actually
happened, but I can only theorise.

But given Chatterley's history, I'd say
the LSD was self -administered.

He's denied that to me.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

No drug addict is going to tell the
police the truth, are they?

There have been incidents of vandalism
at the church. Could he be responsible?

Acting out satanic fantasies is
certainly possible behaviour, but yet

I can give you is an opinion.

He thinks that someone's out to get him.

Yes, well, paranoia is British standard,
too.

He thinks everybody's out to get him.

That, you can be fairly certain, is all
in his mind.

Well, thanks for your time, Doctor.

Well, that wraps that up, really.

But the graves at the church were
vandalised while he was here.

Which brings us back to the scutellads.

Mason, we don't want to go looking for
Crownsweather Arnon.

It's clear he did this to himself.

Let's get the scutellads before they do
any more damage.

arranged for you to do some deliveries.

Oh, I can't. I've got to watch the
garage. Well, this is paid work, not

Surely you can shut up a shop for this
afternoon.

No, I can't. I promise. I've got to
finish this. Oh, you are completely

All you're doing is putting money in
Bernie Stripp's pocket while he's

off to Skegness.

And what's more, you're washing cars for
naught.

Now, that's really unfair.

A promise is a promise.

Ah, well done, David.

You're doing a grand job.

Yes, it is.

And you should be paying him.

Lad, don't be grafting for nothing.

You know, for once, she has a point.

Here we are. Take that.

Oh, no, Spider. Now, go on. I insist.

On a good waxing, if you've got the
time.

Can I get you anything?

No, thanks.

I had a drink with Paul Hammond last
night.

He talked about me having an abortion.

Is that what you want?

It's the trouble. I don't know.

This whole thing of me having a baby.

I can't cope with any of it, Carol.

Don't make any decisions in haste.

It's early days. You've still got a bit
of time.

I just keep thinking about Daniel.

I couldn't go through that again.

Just because you lost one baby doesn't
mean to say that you'll lose another.

Maybe I owe it to Phil.

He so wanted kids.

It's not about Owen.

It's about your life, now and in the
future.

Don't go closing any doors yet, eh?

Sorry, am I, um... No, I'm just going.
Only popped in for a chat.

You're about to have your tea.

Tina's been talking to Paul Hammond.

You, er, seeing him professionally?

Well, I might do.

I'd be a bit cautious.

I thought he was a mate of yours.

Well, he is.

Sort of.

He's not making a very good impression
at the hospital.

Turns out he's got some pretty peculiar
ideas.

Like what?

Well, he's into all this alternative
psychiatry.

You know, RD Lang and his mates.

Never heard of him.

He's their guru. He thinks that it's
societies and families that are mad, not

the acts of patience.

Well, I like Paul.

He's easy to talk to.

Well, a lot of it's just gossip.

I thought it was only fair to warn you.
Well, I've had a lot of people gossip

about me and my time. Usually it's small
-minded rubbish.

See you, Carol.

Useless, am I?

My show.

I'm glad you came.

I just don't know what to do.

I can't think straight.

You've got to let go, Gina.

Let go of your dead husband.

Let him to rest.

I'm not sure I want to.

I'm not sure I can.

Life throws these things at us.

It's my job to help people find a way
through.

And frankly, psychiatry has not been too
good at that in the past.

I've heard you've got some nutty ideas.

That is the general consensus.

However, I don't think any doctor has
the right answer for things like this.

We just pretend we know it all.

I've met a few of them.

However, I can tell you what has worked
for patients in the past.

And for me personally, if you like.

You're in pain.

You take an aspirin.

Modern medicine is all about chemical
intervention.

When my father died, I dropped a little
acid.

What do you mean, LFD?

It's not as outlandish as it sounds.

Sometimes, escaping the constraints of
the conscious mind can be the best route

to healing.

It's like taking a little holiday.

I couldn't take drugs.

Phil had never forgiven me. Well, that's
the problem, isn't it, Gina?

He's still here.

I don't want to get out of my head on
drugs to forget him.

Where would that leave me?

A new beginning.

Look, I'm sorry, Paul.

I know you're only trying to help, but
I'm not like you.

No -one says you have to be.

I've used drug therapies with a lot of
patients.

I've had some good results.

But if it's not for you... No.

No, it's not.

Thanks anyway.

I'll see you around, eh?

What's all this then?

You see, I'm not useless.

David, I never said... Oh, you did.

Eh?

Not bad.

I've got these two waiting.

I've got another two coming back later
on.

You know, if you felt like it, you could
pitch in and lend a hand. I could do

with it.

David, I don't think you need me.

Baby, on it, baby.

Don't say maybe it's me.

Hiya. Hiya.

I reckon I owe Chris an apology.

He was right about Paul Hammond.

Why? What's happened?

He tried to talk me into taking LFD to
help me get over Phil.

He offered you drugs?

Yeah, but I think he was only trying to
help.

Oh, Gina, you're too trusting. Get in.

Someone decided to drink a bottle of
whiskey for breakfast. That's what

happened.

Look, it was the brakes, all right? I
tried to get out of the way of the bus,

but nothing happened.

It's the truth.

Can you see anything?

Yep.

The brakes have been cut.

You all right? Why did you drive off
like that? I'm sorry, Charlie, I... Of

course you're a wagon load of trouble
over the years, haven't I?

We're waiting for the police surgeon.

He was breathalysed over the limit, so
we need a blood sample.

I don't understand why you just up and
left.

I had to get away.

We think the brakes in this car might
have been tampered with.

We're having it properly checked out.

This was deliberate?

I mean, who would do such a thing?

I was just asking Chas that. Look.

The doc was right. I'm paranoid, so why
don't you just book me for drunken

driving and put me in a cell or
something.

Right.

Sixpence a car.

That's what I'm paying.

What's going on?

Well, he said you needed help.

Well, here it is.

Come on, you lot, get stuck in.

That's right.

No, we're going to charge a bob a car.

Pay the kids off and we make 50 %
profit.

What's all this wee? Whether you like it
or not, my entrepreneurial skills have

just transformed this little enterprise.

Shut up.

Look, this is my car wash. I thought of
it. And I've just made it profitable.

Brain brawn.

Division of labour, they call it.

Oi! This is serious stuff.

Now, no mucking about or you'll have to
answer to the boss here.

Gina Bellamy reckons you offered her
LSD, Dr Hammond.

Is that correct?

Gina is a recently bereaved woman.

I was trying to help her.

By giving her drugs?

That's what doctors do, Sergeant. They
prescribe remedies and cures.

LSD is not a regular medicine, though,
is it, Doctor? You're familiar with its

pharmacology, are you? I'm not a
university -educated man like you,

Perhaps that's why I find your notions
hard to follow.

On the one hand, you are treating Chaz
Enderley, who practically killed himself

with an overdose of LSD.

That is a completely different
situation.

And on the other hand, you advise Gina
to take the stuff.

Chaz is an addict.

And if you had your way, Gina could
become one.

That is complete nonsense. I must advise
you, Doctor, that we are actively

investigating the possibility that
someone is out to harm Chas Enderley. He

not just paranoid. I gave a medical
opinion based on the facts available to

I've done nothing wrong.

I think this conversation is over.

You've made a decision, then?

Yeah. I don't know how I'm going to
manage, but...

I could never have an abortion.

I don't know why I even considered it.

You were desperate.

I think you've made the right decision.

Yeah, so do I.

It's going to be hard without him, but
he's left me with an unexpected gift.

And I realise that now.

I'm releasing you on section 38.

Bail pending the results of your blood
test.

In view of the suspicious circumstances
involving your car, I suggest you go

back to Ashfordly Hall and stay there
until this matter is resolved.

If you have any idea who might want to
cause you any harm... I'll let you know,

OK?

He knows.

He's just not saying.

Doesn't exactly give as much to work on,
does it?

My money's on that dodgy doctor.

Get on the phone.

See where you can find out about his
background.

I don't see what motive Dr Hammond could
have to harm Chas Enderley.

Well, if you've got any other ideas, let
me know.

And why Eltring Church?

Surely Ashfordly Hall is an Aidensfield
parish?

Well, they've certainly had their fair
share of problems over at Eltring.

I mean, the congregation's down to
nothing.

Yeah, the vicar told us that.

So how come he can afford a new roof all
of a sudden?

Can I get you anything?

A large Scot wouldn't go, miss.

Just kidding.

Look, I just wanted to get your health
back. I'd never forgive myself if

anything happened to you.

I'm sorry I turned out to be such a
disappointment.

Don't talk rot.

Anyway, I'm off to the village. I'll see
you later, all right?

Ah, uh, Constable Mason.

This isn't really a very good time. I,
uh, I have an elderly parishioner with

me, recently bereaved, and, uh... Where
did you get the money for the roof from,

Vicar? Well, I, uh... You don't mind if
I come in?

Guilty conscience.

I think it's time you told me the truth,
don't you?

I didn't realise how far they planned to
go.

I did it for the church.

Is this who you were talking about?

The hounds of Satan?

I caught them with these blasted cans of
paint.

I know I should have called the police
then.

Why didn't you? They apologised.

Offered me money to repair the damage.

And for the roof.

It was like the answer to all my
prayers.

I honestly thought that would be the end
of it. But it wasn't.

I realise I've been a complete fool.

All this rubbish about Satanism and
needing an exorcist.

I think you've been more than that.

They told me what.

Enderley had done.

He's a thief.

He ruined their careers.

I persuaded myself that justice was
being done.

You found Charles Enderley drugged and
left for dead in your own church, and

thought that was justice? I didn't
realise that's what they were planning.

They said they just wanted to scare him
a bit.

What are you going to do with me?

I feel so ashamed.

God is my witness. I don't know.

I don't know.

But I think they mean to kill him.

I'm begging you, guys.

I'm going to pay you back every penny, I
swear.

We've heard it all before, man. You and
your promises.

I can get you your money.

We'll make you pay, all right, but not
that way.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Control, over.

You like acid, man?

We're making a fortune selling it now.

Thought you might like a sample of our
wares.

You're really going to love this, H.

Step on my blue suede shoes.

Well, you can do anything but take me
over my blue suede shoes.

Well, you can do anything.

Just you hadn't noticed.

You're next.

It would have been easier for us if
you'd told us who they were.

Why didn't you come to me, Chas?

Couldn't. I was too ashamed. Am I so
unapproachable?

No, no, no.

You don't understand.

I was their manager.

I ripped them off, destroyed their
careers just to pay for my drug habit.

Is that what you meant when you said it
ended badly?

I suppose they didn't want you to see
how low I'd sunk.

All right, that's 15

shillings and six.

There's a lot of cars in one day.

Yeah, I suppose the kids did make some
difference.

We've got through a load more cars.

Guess I'm pretty useless on my own.

No, you're not.

Anyway.

50 -50, partner.

Oh, no.

No, it's your car wash.

I don't want... Well, if you insist.

I wanted to say goodbye.

Look, I'm...

Laurie ever got you into trouble?

Being interviewed by the police didn't
help, but I think the hospital board had

already decided they didn't like my
method.

Well, you did help me see things a lot
clearer.

I wasn't trying to turn you into a drug
addict, you know. I know that.

Good.

I just want to open all the doors, free
the mind.

Well, good luck to you, Paul.

I shall certainly keep on trying.

Cheers.

Here we are.

Thanks, Joe.

Yeah, I'll look at you.

What are you doing with that rubbish?

I'm expanding my musical horizons.

I've not got many LPs, so Joe's given me
this on a temporary loan.

He's got loads of records, you know.

Well, what about me?

I could lend you some right tunes.

I don't think he needs any more Perry
Como, Don. His mum's got plenty already.

Cheers.

Excuse me, everyone.

Can you all just listen a minute?

I've got an announcement to make.

It's early days, but I want you all to
know.

Me and Phil are going to have a baby.

Lord Ashfordly has hired me as his new
gamekeeper.

No one knows you're here.

We've kept it watertight.

Tell you what, why don't we go back to
my place?

We can have a drink there and catch up
on old times.

Stop!