All language subtitles for heartbeat_s17e22_you_never_can_tell

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

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

I thought this was supposed to be a
secret wedding. More like a publicity

Just keep this man off the road.

I should have asked him to get me an
autograph.

I've no idea. I've had two top ten ex
-moms. It's always like this.

Good day, Tommy.

No one's going to be looking at you,
Mum.

Is this your dad?

No.

No, it's Dan.

Don't you read the papers?

Dan's the manager.

That's who she's marrying.

I see.

We're closed.

It's not right, shut in the pub all day.

Well, it's just this once, a special
booking.

So if you don't mind, we're busy. We've
got lots to do.

This Cathy Dee, I mean, she's a big pop
star, isn't she?

She was only on top of the pots, as we.

Yeah, well, what's she doing having a
wedding reception in a pub?

No, you won't catch me doing that.

She grew up down the road.

Her husband's local too, isn't he,
Oscar?

Yes, down Sparrow, come to Mashford,
please. Yeah, if you want any help, me

our David's free. Well, not free.

Obviously, we'd want pay. Thanks, Peg,
but we can manage.

Well, suit yourself.

Got plenty to do, any road.

Give me strength.

She's right, though.

There is something fishy about this old
do.

There always is where Dan Sparrow was
involved.

That's the way it always was anyway.

Why, did you know him? More than I liked
when that was a long time ago.

Russell Bryant, you're late.

I'm going to rip his head off.

I wouldn't recommend that. Right, peace
and love and all that, but I'm within my

rights. I've got no flaming best man.

I'll see if I can find him. What does he
look like? Oh, medium height, mousy

hair. At least he did. I haven't seen
him for nigh on 20 years.

Maybe he had trouble getting in.

Are you all right?

I've not been too well.

We can't wait. You'll have to do it.

You're best man.

Act as a witness.

You should know all about that.

Get in there.

You should be honoured.

John Lennon was my first choice, but
he's bogged off to sit in a bag

Go into the chapter.

Wait, are you sure?

What are you doing?

Oh, well, I'm just doing me football
pools. See, what I do is that I tell

a match and then she tells me what to
say.

Here, I'll show you. Deepa, Liverpool,
Leicester.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Well, it's all like, one bark is for a
home win.

Two is for an away win and three is for
a draw.

And don't tell me she supports wolves.

Oh, no, she doesn't take sides.

She's neutered. That's why she's so good
at it. David, she's a dog.

She doesn't know anything.

She does.

Oh, she's not the only one that's
barking around here.

Anyway, I've got a bit of business to
attend to.

Congratulations.

Stan invited me. I hope you don't mind.
No, don't talk to me, will you? I barely

know anyone.

I thought you had lots of friends from
around here.

Stan arranged it all today, so it's more
of friends, really.

Come here, doll.

I want you to meet the incredible,
vanishing best man. This is Russell

Pleased to meet you.

He was a friend of your dad's, too.

Yeah, well, now he's Lord Mayor of
Ashfordly. Town clerk.

Yeah, well, I knew him. He was more like
the town burke.

Sergeant Blaketon.

Oh, you call me Mr.

Blaketon. Funny how things turn out,
isn't it? You behind the bar, Rusty and

big cheese in the town hall, and me
doing all right, too.

It only seems five minutes ago you were
giving us all a clip round the ear hole.

Yeah, you probably deserved it. Yeah, we
did.

He still does.

Too busy to come to his old pal's
wedding, eh? I'm sorry, Stan, I

Yeah, well, don't let it happen again.
This man needs a glass, right? Come on,

we've got some catching up to do.

to report a crime, you'll need your
notebook.

Thank you.

Now, what's your name?

There isn't much time.

Well, when did this crime take place?

It hasn't, not yet, but we can stop it.

Is this some kind of prank?

No, honest. It's happening right now.

Well, the question, ladies and
gentlemen, the question everyone's

did Cathy Dee, with a new album in the
shops next month, buy it, end up getting

married to an old bloke like me? Well,
it's a long, long story.

And if you want the full gory details,
going back to my misspent youth among

bad lads of Ashfordly, eh, Oscar, you
can buy my book.

I'd like to tell you more, but I've sold
the exclusive rights.

Twice as it happens.

Cathy, where are you, doll? Come here.
Look at that, eh?

Now, Cathy and me, we don't do things
the conventional way.

I wanted to mark today by doing
something special for Ashfordly, our

We both know what it's like to come up
the hard way, and we want to give

something back.

So, we are giving £5 ,000 to local
children's charities. Could I ask Mr

Russell Bryan to accept the cheque,
please, on behalf of the local council?

There you are.

What a lovely surprise.

He didn't even tell me. Stan writing.

That's a surprise.

It's hardly what you'd call literary.

Well, he uses a tape recorder and he
does them every night. And he's got some

stories to tell us, Stan.

What about his life and shelf business?

Not just that. You know, everything.

This is the crime scene.

What crime?

The smash and grab.

I've had it staked out all week.

Staked out?

I know all the lingo.

I watch the TV programmes.

Lofty Softly, Zedcard, everything.

Then you should know that wasting police
time is a serious offence.

Do you know a man called Eddie Frost?

No. There's a wanted photo of him
outside the police station.

He was here four times this week.

Well, he's not here now, is he?

Look out!

Well, no, I didn't get the chance.

Here.

Got to go now.

Wait, I'll need a statement.

A word in your shell, like?

All right.

It's been a while since we had one of
our little chats.

Yeah, well, I'm sure that suits us both.

Just wanted to settle our bill.

Well, this is far too much.

It's what we owe, plus a little thank
you.

I can't take this. I'll give it to Gina,
then. Stan, what are you doing?

Oh, I was going to tell you... It's not
enough you're giving away all this money

to charities, and it's my money. It's
our money.

Stan, we can't afford it.

Look, take this back. I don't want to
cause any trouble. You're not. Listen.

How many times do I have to tell you?
Leave the worrying to me.

I take care of you, don't I?

Married life, eh?

Where did you get this tip -off,
Younger?

Um, an informant, Sergeant.

I see.

And have you checked the registration
number?

Yes, it belongs to a man called Eddie
Frost.

There's a photo of him on the notice
board outside.

I wouldn't be dealing with that case.

Add it over to him, would you?

Yes, Sergeant.

Who is this snout of yours?

Oh, um, I shouldn't really say.

That could do with some water.

Come on, wakey -wakey.

I'll get you a taxi.

Give us a minute.

Call of nature.

Right, that's room two.

If there's anything else you need, just
let me know. Thank you.

I'll come in with you, Mum.

What about Stanton?

You're married to him now.

Mum, you're embarrassing me.

Night, goodnight.

Night.

Dan's not getting his oats tonight?

Well, that's up to them, isn't it?

All right, Gina, we'll do this. You get
off. Thank you.

Goodnight. Night.

Finest Navy surplus room, is that?

Is it?

Well, I know what's what, and with you,
that's usually someone else.

Let's try one. Right.

Hey, what's that?

What? What?

There's an oat there.

There you go.

All right.

Mmm.

Oh.

Hey, you could strip paint with that.
Aye, you can make a few, Bob and all. I

got ten cases. Do you want them or not?

Aye, I do.

Any chance of a cup of tea?

Yeah. I'm just making one. I can't
sleep.

Me neither.

Cathy's 19 and I'm still having
sleepless nights.

You've got all that to call.

Yeah.

Are Ed and Stan OK now?

Oh, yes.

I, um... I shouldn't tell you, but Stan
hasn't been well.

Not well at all.

Here! Here! Here!

Sorry.

Sorry, love.

Peggy?

A morning tea for you. Thanks.

What about your husband?

Would he like some? He left last night.

Is he in? There's no reply from his
room.

Hang on.

Stan?

Stan, open the door.

He might just be asleep.

No, no, he's always up by now. Stan?

Your mum said he hasn't been well.

Well, she shouldn't have.

Look, have you got another key?

Here we are. Hang on.

Gina, call 999.

Is he?

I'm sorry.

Dan!

He had a bang on the head last night.

Is she ready to answer some questions?

We'll have to ask the doctor. I'm just
visiting.

Well, it won't take long.

It's what's known as an open and shut
case.

Or should I say cases?

Ten cases of stolen rum in your
possession.

Do I know him?

It's PC Weatherby.

I don't think we've met.

Really funny.

How about you tell me what happened last
night?

Last night?

I don't remember.

I can't remember anything at all.

And I've never seen you in your life
before.

I don't think so.

Are you saying you don't know who we
are?

I don't even know who I am, nurse.

Oh, how convenient.

It's a private party. How can anyone
join in?

I was trying to conduct an interview.

I don't recall giving you permission to
do that.

I need to examine my patient first.

How long are you going to be?

As long as it takes.

I can't hang around all day.

I've got bigger fish to fry.

But I'll be back.

Can you give me a history?

Um... Peggy had a bang on the head last
night. She says she's lost a memory.

Well, let's have a look at that bomb in
your head, Mrs Armstrong.

We've met at the Aidensfield Arms.

The what?

Thank you for coming out here quickly,
Doctor.

You told Gina that Stan hadn't been
well.

He had leukaemia.

We knew he didn't have long, but we
never thought... I'm sorry.

Was Mr Sparrow receiving treatment for
his illness?

In London.

I'm afraid that as this is what we call
a sudden unexplained death, we'll have

to refer it to the coroner.

There's one thing I need to ask you
about.

Mr Sparrow's door was locked, but we
couldn't find a key in his room.

Neither of you picked it up, did you?

We haven't been in there.

Neither of us. There must be another
explanation.

Are you planning on staying in the area?

I'll be here, yeah.

Come home, love.

I should be here. For Stan.

Well, just let me know if you change
your mind.

Younger.

Twenty minutes to house, would you?
Eddie Frost.

Suspicion of theft and possession of
stolen goods.

Namely, ten gold rings.

How are you getting on with this Peggy
Armstrong business?

Still waiting to question, I thought.

You'd best get on with it as soon as you
book this lot in.

Ah, Jeff.

This informant of yours was spot on with
Frost. Any chance of a meet with him?

That could be tricky.

What, not even a quiet drink?

He doesn't drink.

At least I hope he doesn't. Ah, bit of a
hamper when he's on the booze, is he?

Terrible. I know the type.

Russell wanted a word.

I won't stay, but your mother phoned,
and I just wanted to say how sorry I am.

Well, you didn't need to.

I don't know how much Stan told you,
but... I knew your father.

Stan, me and him, we used to be good
friends back in the old days, so if

anything you need, anything at all, just
let me know.

I don't know what I need.

Stan always took care of everything.

I won't stay, but... there's my phone
number.

I've just had Oscar Blaketon on the
phone. He wants to know when he can open

pub again.

Well, he may have to wait.

D .F. Dawson's been assigned to the
kids, but she's in court today.

I don't think there's any mystery.

Stan Sparrow had leukaemia.

I've spoken to doctors in London. He
wasn't expected to live more than a

of months.

Yes, it's not as simple as that. The
police doctor found lacerations on the

inside of his lips and pinprick blotches
on his face.

It's possible he was smothered with a
pillow or a blanket.

Why would anyone want to murder a dying
man?

You tell me.

Officer!

Help.

Work with you.

Why do you keep following me about?

I want to be a policeman like you.

What's your name? Ben. Ben who?

Ben Dover.

No, it isn't.

I'll show you something.

Out -of -date road tax disc.

Oh, yeah.

I'll look for some more. See you later.

Wait.

Is that Don Weatherby's lad?

No, it would have said.

It looked like him. Is he behaving
himself?

I'm not quite sure what he's up to.

Miss losing her memory.

It's all nonsense, isn't it?

It happens more often in films than real
life, but you know Peggy.

Well, I know she's in big trouble.

More to the point, so does she.

She's looking at prison sentences.

She's obviously faking.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Oh, come on, Doc. Ask Nurse Cassidy.
She's a neurological specialist, is she?

Well, I know Peggy. Mrs Armstrong has a
classic case of temporary amnesia

following a head injury.

Can't allow you to interview her.

For how long?

It's difficult to say.

Depends if the brain swelling's as bad
as I suspect.

I think there are a few things you
should know about Stan Sparrow.

Go on.

Yeah, well, Sparrow, Russell Bryant and
Cathy's father, Dickie Durson, all used

to live in Ashfordly and they were very
close. They were what we used to call

spivs, you know.

Black marketeering, burglary, you name
it. And to cut a long story short,

Sparrow was also a police informant.

Why is that relevant now?

Well, about that time, the Burwood
electrical warehouse was broken into and

night watchman was killed. Now, we lent
on Stan pretty heavily.

And he gave us a name.

His mate, Dickie Durston.

Stan dressed up Cathy's dad?

Yeah, Durston went to prison for 20
years and died while he was inside.

Now, I don't know whether any of this is
relevant, but you never can tell.

Pannicover.

Ta -da! Them's room key.

Where was it? It was in Cathy's room
under the eiderdown. Found it while I

making the bed.

Point from flowers.

Why would you want to do that?

Well, it's because you're poorly.

It's what people do.

Why are you giving them to me?

Well, I don't like to give them to
anybody else, am I?

Remind me who you are.

I'm David.

David? You live with me?

No.

You do?

Well, if you say so.

And D for two.

Oh, I remember that.

D for two, and two for tea, me for you,
and... Oh, Peggy, no,

it's the dog.

Who is it?

You know, D for, you know, the dog that
was doing the football pools.

Well, you're not making much sense to
me, lovey.

It means she could be in there for
months.

And the quack not letting me anywhere
near her.

You're just going to have to wait.

Could I make a suggestion?

Go on. What if I dropped in on Peggy at
visiting time and had a chat with her?

I wouldn't be questioning her then.

Peggy Armstrong wasn't born yesterday.

Neither was I.

Do you know who I am?

No. Well, have a guess.

Are you a doctor?

No. I didn't think so. Have I known you
for long?

Long enough.

You're not my husband, are you?

Got it in one.

Oh, I've been so worried about you, my
dear.

Shall I get you a cup of tea, darling?
Oh, yes, I'm parched. Your usual.

No milk, no sugar. No!

Whatever you say.

Morning, Peggy.

My husband's come to see me.

Thought you were a widow.

Here he is.

What's going on?

Just a social call.

It was a terrible business, that man
dying at the pub. What man?

Well, you know, at the wedding reception
yesterday.

Yeah? No.

Of course, you don't remember the pub.

Well, it's too long to explain now.

I brought you some chocolate.

She doesn't eat chocolates.

Alf! Alf!

Oh, that's wonderful.

She's starting to remember again.

I was just saying, half a chocolate
won't do me any harm. I thought you were

getting better.

Alf.

Look, I know what you're trying to do,
but she did have a bad fall, and it's

right taking advantage.

I don't reckon it's me that's doing
that.

It's like a chocolate.

Did you take the key from Stan's room?

No. Then why was it found in your bed?

I don't know.

Did you visit Stan in his room last
night? No.

Why is it so important?

We've reason to believe that Stan might
have been murdered.

Murdered?

You and Stan argued last night.

What was that about?

About him giving away some money.

That upset you?

Yeah, but it weren't just the money. I
mean, we used to talk about things like

that, talk him through.

But since he got ill, he froze me out.
He ignored me.

You were clearly angry with him last
night. So angry that you slept in

beds on your wedding night. I felt
trapped.

I mean, Stan always took care of
everything for me.

So marrying him made sense when he
explained it all, but last night, it

make sense at all.

He upset you? He made you angry?

Desperate even? Yeah, but... Desperate
enough to make you want to kill him?

You think I killed Stan?

Did you?

No.

God, no. I mean, marrying him went
right, but... I loved him.

You've been very quiet today.

You worried about your Auntie Peg?

It was horrible, just stunning her not
knowing me.

I mean, what if she never recognises me
again?

Oh, she will, you'll see.

I was deeper getting on with the polls
this week.

Well, I'll have to double -check, but at
the moment it looks like we've got

eight draws.

Eight? Are you sure?

Where's the coupon?

It'll be at home.

You'd better go and find it quick.

Kathy and Stan had an argument. She was
clearly angry and she had the key to his

room. But I was with her.

Not all night.

Gina saw you in the kitchen.

Only for a few minutes.

That would have given Kathy plenty of
time.

She couldn't have.

Everything she's done, all the hits,
everything was because of Stan.

My husband Dickie wasn't the best.

But Stan was his mate.

And after Dickie went to prison,

Stan took care of us.

He took her from being a little girl who
sang songs in Ashfordly Folk Club to

being a doll.

But then, according to her, she married
him and realised it was a mistake. It

was never meant to be a real marriage.
She knew that.

It was more an arrangement.

Stan said it was the simplest way to
make sure she had money.

Stan was a rock.

He was for all of us.

Kathy didn't kill him.

You don't need to stay.

Oh, I don't mind. I want to help you to
get your memory back.

Well, the doctor said it could take
months.

I'm in no hurry.

Are you sure you don't remember anything
about last night?

Oh, it was a rum -do.

You hitting your head.

Rum -do?

Is that supposed to be a joke?

I've had everyone on this morning, from
Oscar Blaketon to the New Musical

Express. What on earth's going on?

On the face of it, the only people who
could have gotten into Sparrow's room

Cathy and her mother.

His key was hidden in their room.

Do you believe either of them did it?

No, the only ones who had the
opportunity.

Assuming that nobody else broke into the
pub.

Establish that, beyond reasonable doubt,
you might be getting somewhere.

What's going on?

I can't find my flipping football pools
coupon anywhere.

Ask your Auntie Peggy.

She doesn't even remember me or Deepa.
She's hardly going to know that, is she?

I wonder what the jackpot is.

I don't know, but it could be thousands.

Tell her that and you might well have a
miraculous recovery on your end.

I've been looking for you.

You know Big Al Paxton, the gangster?

Never mind that.

I want to ask you a few questions.

No time.

I've been watching him.

He's wanted.

Are you Don Weatherby's son?

Yeah.

Eddie Frost and Al Paxton are both your
dad's cases.

Why are you telling me and not him?

Because you listen.

He doesn't listen to anyone.

Well, I'm sure he'd listen to you.

He's too busy. Ever since we moved here.

He's always too busy or too tired.

He wants to impress you all, especially
Sergeant Miller.

We never do anything together now.

Not like before.

I see.

But even so... It's a dead good chance
for us. I know where Big Al's parked his

van. Come on.

Hello.

Oh, it's you again.

David, isn't it?

Yeah, have you got your memory back yet?

No. Everything before today is a big
blank.

Yeah, well, that happens to me
sometimes.

But if I think very hard, then it all
comes back.

And I've got something very, very
important to ask you.

Well, I'll try.

Do you know where my football pools
coupon is?

Did he leave it here?

No. It's meant to be at home. It should
be, but it's not. I might have won

thousands. Are you sure?

Thousands? Oh, it's a shame to lose
that.

Did he put you up to this? Why should I
do that?

Because... Oh, I don't know.

I'd like a word with Mrs Armstrong.

Is it bad news?

I need to do some tests.

What tests?

Urological function.

Don't worry. You'll find your coupon.

Oh, no, it's not that. It's some Peggy.

What if she doesn't get better?

I locked the front door, I checked the
toilet, the kitchen, the door to the

cellar, and then I came back in here.

And the bar was empty?

No, there was one guest.

Russell Bryant, the best man. He was
half asleep at that table over there. I

called him a taxi, then he went to the
toilet.

You didn't see him leave?

No. No, I didn't.

See? I told you. Those are probably
stolen goods.

We don't know that.

It says... Property of British Railways
on the boxes.

Look, I'll go and find a telephone and
call for assistance.

You stay out of sight.

What if you try to make a getaway?

I'll deal with that.

Crikey. I don't really see how I can
help you, PC Mason.

I think we both know what I'm looking
for.

This was in Stan Sparrow's room.

A microphone, but no tape recorder.

Because it's here.

Anyway, we took what we needed, and then
we needed to get out fast.

Russ became so boring, no one would
notice him no more, and ended up

paper.

You took these last night?

Stan said I could borrow them.

And as far as I'm aware, that's not
against the law.

Then why did you need to go hiding in
the toilet and creeping around the pub

the middle of the night?

I needed to talk to Stan on his own.

What else happened in that room?

Nothing.

Look, I didn't kill him, if that's what
you're asking.

Who said anyone killed him?

Russell Bryant, I'm arresting you in
suspicion of murder.

He left this.

Gone in van, send back up.

What were you thinking? He's ten years
old! I told him to wait.

He should have never been anywhere near
there. It's not my fault.

He could have been doing this for a
week.

I don't know what's got into him. Our
priority is to find Alpacton. Fact!

I was concerned there might be some
vascular damage. That doesn't seem

now, but you do have transient global
amnesia.

Caused by an injury to the left side of
the limbic system in the brain.

I didn't understand a word of that.
Don't worry, neither did I.

I can't do much more here, but we will
transfer you to a very nice convalescent

home by the sea and hopefully with
sufficient rest you'll recover. Oh, that

sound nice.

Nurse Cathy will go with you.

Sorry to interrupt, it's an emergency.

Peggy, I'm not messing around.

Don Weatherby's a young lad.

has got it into his head to get onto the
back of Al Paxton's van and we don't

know where he's gone. There's no point
asking her.

No point at all.

He's a ten -year -old. He could be in
real danger. She has amnesia. I can't

remember a thing.

Don is beside himself with worry. I need
your help. Look, I'm sorry... Peggy,

you're the only person that can help us
find him.

If anything should happen to him... Oh,
for goodness sake!

Paxton's got an old warehouse on the
Ashfordly Road near the Ithought Bridge.

And while we're at it, our David's pool
scoop is behind our kitchen clock.

And as for you, you've no right to treat
Nurse Cassidy like that. She may not

know much about limbic watsits, but
she's got more nows than you will ever

you great pompous dosh shirt.

Not entirely fair. Speak as I find you.
Well out of that one, lovey. Now, who's

going to drive me home?

Wait! Let's see what's what first.

That's the van.

Younger, wait here.

Let's see if you can find another way
in.

You say you wanted to talk to Stan
Sparrow, and why was it so urgent?

I've got a wife, a family, a respectable
job.

There are things about my past that I'm
not too proud of.

Youthful indiscretions.

and I didn't need Stan splashing them
all over the Sunday papers.

We were close a long time ago, but not
any more.

If he hadn't been ill, I'd never have
been his best man. I wanted nothing to

with him.

What happened when you went to the room?

I went to wake him, but he wouldn't wake
up, so I tried to revive him, but I

know I should have got some help, but it
was too late.

You'd expect me to believe that?

No, I swear he was already dead.

It would have been very easy for you to
put a pillow over his face. All I did

was take the tapes. What about the key?

Well, I wanted to get out of there as
soon as I could.

I locked the door and took it with me.

I didn't want to have to explain all
this. I know how it must look.

It was easier to leave the key in
Cathy's room this morning.

When you've got a moment, DS Dawson
would like you to call her.

I'm all right, Dad, but I think the
suspect hit himself.

I locked him in there.

If you ever pull a stunt like that
again... Shut up!

I've done nothing wrong.

I didn't know kid was a backup man.

But you knew about the stolen bottles of
sauce.

Property of British Railways.

Looks like you've met your match, pal.

Are you sure?

No, I'll tell Sergeant Miller.

Bad news?

It depends how you look at it. The post
-mortem results are in.

Stan Sparrow wasn't murdered.

I thought there were marks on his face.

It looks like those were caused by
someone trying to revive him.

Probably the man that I've just arrested
for his murder.

That's tricky.

Yeah, it could be.

He's the town clerk and it looks like
he's been telling the truth.

Sergeant Miller's not going to be too
happy.

I need to listen to those tapes again.

You should have a few minutes before he
gets back. It'll give you time to read

this. Oscar asked me to dig it out.

It's the file from the Burwood
Electrical Warehouse case.

Here.

Good for shock.

I'm all right.

Well, I'm not.

It's been a while since we had a chat.

Shouldn't you go back?

Hmm.

There's no rush.

I've been rushing a lot lately, ever
since we moved to Ashfordly.

It's not your fault.

It is my fault.

A lot of things are my fault.

I'm sorry for, you know, I was trying to
help.

You did well.

I don't know, you're interested in what
I do at work.

Yeah.

You used to talk about it all the time.

It was great.

And I don't do that now.

Why did we have to come here?

I thought you'd like it.

And you will.

If I gave you half a chance.

These last few months, I haven't been
much of a dad, have I?

You're a great dad.

I'll try to be.

I promise.

Stan Sparrow died of natural causes.

You kept me here for hours to tell me
that.

What a complete waste of time.

There is another matter.

I've listened to some more of the tapes.

It's no wonder you were worried.

Stan talks a lot about the Burwood
Electricals break -in. That's just his

version. It seems to fit with the
information that we have on file.

Stan was a police informant.

He had to finger someone for the break
-in, so he shopped Dickie Durston.

And he protected you.

You can prove that, can you? It's all
there in the tapes.

Durston went to prison and he died
there.

Stan looked after his wife and he made
Cathy a star.

It looked like everyone was going to
live happily ever after.

Until Stan got ill and he started to
feel guilty.

He was the fixer, the manager. But this,
this was the one thing that he couldn't

make right.

He's had this hanging over him for the
past 20 years.

But then so have you.

Stan came back to Ashfordly to try to
make things right.

This is your chance to do the same.

Alfred Routledge.

That was his name.

The night watchman.

Who sent money to his wife.

His kids too.

We looked after him.

But you let an innocent man go to
prison.

Oh, no, that was Dickie's idea.

He did it for me and Stan.

He'd done time before.

Not like us.

His life was a mess, but he could see we
both had a future.

So he pleaded guilty and stuck to it.

Did you kill Alfred Routledge?

You heard the tapes.

We were all in on it.

What's going on?

Bryant's confessed to murder.

I've just spoken to D .S. Dawson. There
was no murder. There was.

We've the right suspect, but for the
wrong murder.

So, where are you off to?

My mum's.

Stan always said I needed something
after him.

She's the only one deaf enough to do it
now.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Hey, play card, right? Might be in
there.

You got married yesterday.

Go home, Weatherby.

On my way, Sarge.

You too, younger.

You did well, that lad of yours.

I was very proud of him.

He must have got it from somewhere.

Fancy a swift half?

Me?

Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you, by the way, for saving my
bacon.

Yeah, well, there's always something to
bother me about that case. I'm glad

justice has been done at last.

There's one thing I don't understand.

Why Dickie Durston didn't say that it
was Bryant who killed the night

Well, when you're on our side of the
law, Joe, it's very difficult to

the honour among thieves.

I don't see much honour.

That makes two of us.

Geoffrey, allow me to buy you a pint.

I'm with Doc.

Gina, two pints for these fine young
men.

Now, being as though I provided valuable
information to the police, is there

any chance of overlooking anything that
might have been in the back of my lorry?

What are you talking about?

The R -U -M.

Oh, those bottles.

Ah, yes, now, that wasn't wrong.

It was, um... Well, I don't know how to
put it politely.

Cal's urine.

You must be joking.

Oh, look, I thought I was going to
prison.

So did I.

I'll kill that Al Paxton.

You might have to join the queue.

Right, that's three and six.

Oh, no drinks are on David tonight.

Come on, then, show us some of them
lovely winnings.

Well, I've spent them.

Oh, I've got a nice new collar and a
leave for Deepa. Yeah, and a rest.

Has the influence changed?

What, out of a jackpot of thousands?

Thousands?

Only five, Bob.

You didn't see the Deepa on the jackpot.
I mean, she's just a dog.

See you in the morning, Mrs Bellamy.

Try and get some sleep.

Absolutely disgusting.

It's about some sanitary equipment.

I beg your pardon? Dr. Thomas, a
respected local GP of many years

killing a patient because he hopes to
get something from her. Well, different

pain killers this time. I think you're
letting your imagination run away with

you.