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

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

♪ Hey Joe ♪ (Jimmy Hendrix)

♪ Hey Joe

♪ Where you're going with that gun in your hand

♪ Hey Joe

♪ I said where you're going with that gun in your hand

♪ Oh yeah

♪ I'm going down to shoot my old lady

♪ You know I caught her messing around with another man

♪ Yeah

♪ I'm going down to shoot my old lady

♪ You know I caught her messing around with another man

♪ And that ain't too cool

♪ Hey Joe

♪ I heard you shot your woman down

♪ You shot her down

♪ Hey Joe

♪ I heard you shot your old lady down

♪ You shot her down in to the ground

ENGINE ROARS

DOG BARKS

♪ Yes I did, I shot her

♪ You know I caught her messing around, messing around town

♪ Yes I did, I shot her

♪ You know I caught my old lady messing around town

♪ And I gave her the gun

♪ I shot her!

BREAKING GLASS AND BURGLAR ALARM

♪ Alright

♪ Shoot a woman one more time, baby

ALARM RINGING

ENGINE ROARS

Nick!

Nick, will you bring up my...

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Oh hello, Alf.

The pawnbroker's?

Well, it's been broken into.

Isn't that on Phil's beat?

Well, when did he last ring in?

About 40 minutes ago.

Could be he's on to something,

or having a quiet fag behind the fire station.

Soon as he makes point, I'll send him on.

Some sort of van, you think?

Aye, small.

A minivan, maybe?

- Like I said, small. - Dark coloured?

Black, or maybe blue.

No, no, I tell a lie. It were green, dark green.

Oh, making such a racket enough to wake up the dead.

Oh, thanks for your help, Mr. Harris.

I'd give you the number, but they were going so fast.

If we need to speak to you again, we'll be in touch. Excuse me.

- Phil? - Alf's just told me.

- What happened? - How do you mean?

You're suppose to be door- knobbing this area, aren't you?

Got caught up with something. What's the damage?

The owner's still checking.

Come on!

Yeah!

Come on then!

Come on. Come on! Come.

Come on here.

- Alex. - Kate!

What's all this?

I've got a patient waiting. I was daydreaming over the papers.

I swear to you, if Mr. Parrish hadn't phoned.

Mr. Parrish?

His bronchitis is playing him up again.

Mr. Parrish is on my list, Alex.

Yes, of course he is. I...

What on Earth am I doing?

Feeling the urge to work again, that's what.

Heavens, no! It's just that...

I'm sorry, Kate.

Damn telephone call obviously got me going.

Don't even think about it.

No.

Well, I... I'll leave him to you then, eh?

Marvellous.

I put my head down for five minutes, there's a bloody crime wave.

One of the neighbours saw a minivan when she was putting her cat out.

She thought it was delivering.

Delivering? That time of night?

They deserved to be robbed.

Oh what about this minivan then?

Well, there's no number for it, sarge.

But everyone who heard it, said it had a rough and loud exhaust.

Well these thieves seemed to know what they were looking for.

- Bellamy, you were on duty last night? - Yes, Sarge.

Well a van loading up at the back of a shop at 11 o'clock at night.

Where the hell were you?

Well I checked the premises just before the break-in, sarge.

And you saw and heard nothing?

Well, no. I'd moved on by then, aren't I?

What were you doing there, Rowan?

- Alf called me out. - Alf?

Well, it sounded like it might have been a mob-handed job.

You know, that PC Bellamy might have needed some help.

Right. Well, you handle this, Rowan.

Jewellery shouldn't be difficult to recognise.

If anything starts circulating, I want to know.

They'd have to be pretty dumb to try it, sarge.

If all criminals were intelligent, we'd be out of a job.

Hello! Hello!

He's very friendly, isn't he?

A real softy, is Jimbo.

I'm Dr. Rowan. Mr. Parrish called the surgery.

All right, David. I'll handle this.

(COUGHS)

Come on in, Doctor.

I'm sorry to make a fuss.

It's no trouble, Mr. Parrish.

When did you first have treatment for this?

Shortly after I came to live here.

Dr. Ferrenby put it down to chronic bronchitis.

Were you ever a smoker, Mr. Parrish?

Not me. No, you need a good pair of lungs in my job.

Greyhound trainer, wasn't I?

You seem to have made quite a go of it.

I had a bit of luck now and then.

Is Jimbo one of your racing dog?

No. I gave it up some years back.

But I kept Jimbo.

I trained him up, just to keep my hand in, like.

Well, what do you think?

I'm not sure.

Seems odd that before you came here, you had no history of chest trouble.

Marvellous, isn't it?

I come here for my health, after I retired, and this happens.

You were in the First World War, Mr. Parrish?

Right. With the West Kents.

That's me and my mates before we left for Gallipoli.

The reason I asked is that some of my patients

still suffer the after effects of gassing.

Oh, none of that in Gallipoli.

There it was Turks, heat, flies and thick-as-two-short-planks generals.

Just a thought.

Fine-looking young men.

Aye.

None of them came back, you know.

Saving yours truly, like.

Take one for yourself and one for Liverpool Lil.

Thanks, Claude.

You sold another bit of land, Claude?

No. Got my insurance money for my car at last.

The American one? What took 'em so long?

They said I only insured it for third party, fire and theft.

So I told 'em it's a third party that nicked it and set fire to it.

Marvellous, isn't it? First time you make a legitimate claim,

they try to knock you.

I bet you made a profit though!

Naturally, no I mean, still a liberty, ain't it.

Gina, you know most of the young lads around here, don't you?

Well, I know a few, like.

Do you know one with a black greyhound?

Black greyhound? That'll be David Parrish.

Parrish. That name rings a bell.

It's not his though. Belongs to his granddad.

You know, the old chap who bought the Harrison place.

Yeah, David's come to help out on the farm.

He's not well, you see.

Anyway, what do you want to know for?

Well, I know I just saw the dog running, you know.

It looks like a flying machine.

David!

How is he, Doctor?

Not great. I'll make up a mixture to ease the cough.

But he'll have to stay indoors and rest.

I hate to see him like that.

Sometimes he can't seem to breathe at all.

I wish he'll pack it in.

Mum and Dad want him with us, but he won't have it, will he?

Any progress locating that minivan, Rowan?

Not yet, sarge.

With a dodgy exhaust, we should find it.

Not much to go on, is it?

It's about all we've got.

And if it's local, we'll have it.

Aye. And pigs might fly.

Are you sure it's bronchitis?

Well, it's very common among men of his age in this part of the world.

Yes, but he doesn't come from around here.

And he's had no history of chest trouble until this flared up a few months ago.

So?

So I'm wondering if it might be an allergic reaction.

An allergic reaction?

Yes.

I'm sure I've read somewhere about an allergy

with symptoms very similar to Mr. Parrish's.

You know what I do when I hear the word allergy, Kate?

I reach for the soap of figs.

If you take my advice, you do exactly the same thing, my dear.

You the copper dealing with that pawnbroker's job on Marshall Street?

Yeah, have you got a name?

Yeah, all right. What number lockup?

Right.

I'd still like to know your name.

Concerned citizen. Right. Thank you.

Alf. I've just had a tip-off about that pawnbroker's break-in.

Oh, yeah?

Anonymous. Bloke says the gear's stashed in a lockup.

Tell you who owns the lockup?

Well, I got a name.

Could be having me on. I'll check it out.

Useless, dozy animal!

I'm doing the best I can with him, Mr. Scarman.

Ah. You promised me the Maddleskirk Trophy this year, Wilfred.

- Give him a chance, Jack. - What do you know about it?

- I was just... - Wait in the car!

The money I've put into that dog!

Ah? And for what?

To be laughed off the sodden racetrack.

Chasing.

Well, you know what it's like with greyhounds.

I mean, you can never tell, can you.

I mean, what looks best when you buy can perform least when you race it.

Spare me the Claude kick of wishdom, eh Greengrass.

Only race that bugger will win is a three-legged handicap.

I know, but what you see is not always what you get, is it?

Just why the hell are you here anyway, Greengrass?

Thought you never ask, Jack.

Same as it was when I let it.

What have you found?

Some jewellery.

Stolen, by the look of it.

Bloody hell.

What do you know of the bloke who rented it?

Not a lot. He rang up, we agreed terms.

And he sent someone around with the cash.

- When was that? - A week back.

And how did he sound?

Youngish. Local, I'd say.

Oh, hang on. I've got an address.

In case of emergency.

There. Here we are.

I bet that's one emergency he didn't reckon on. Huh!

Yes, well he may be captain again this year.

Yes, you've told us that. Even I, sarge.

Ah, very proud.

Well, what's this then?

Oh, you got lucky then, Nick.

It's about half the stuff nicked from the pawnbrokers.

Oh, well done, Rowan. It's about time you start to earn your keep.

Any idea who parked the stuff there?

- I've got an address. - Do we know him?

Well, according to the owner of the lockups,

it was rented to a Mr. Peter Bennett

living at this address.

Do you recognize it, Phil?

Is this some kind of a joke?

What's going on?

It's Phil's address.

It's nothing to do with me, sarge.

A serious crime is committed on your beat.

You see and hear nothing.

Then some of the loot turns up in premises

rented by a mysterious stranger,

with your initials and your address.

And all you can say is 'It's nothing to do with me, sarge'?

I know how it looks, sarge, but...

That's not how it looks, it's how it is, Bellamy!

It doesn't add up, sarge.

In fact the whole thing smells.

Stinks to high heaven is how I describe it, Rowan.

An anonymous tip-off that leads us straight to Phil's address?

Has to be a setup, sarge.

That has yet to be determined.

I'll have to search your flat, Bellamy, if you've no objections.

No, Sarge.

Now, David Parrish, is it?

That's right.

Of this parish? I bet they all say that.

We've not met proper. I'm one of your neighbours, Claude Greengrass.

Aye, I've seen you about, Mr. Greengrass.

I heard like your grand dad wasn't very well,

so as I was passing by, thought I bring him a

nice few fresh eggs and a couple of whatsits.

Thanks.

I'll hold him for you.

I'd take you to see him, only he was up most of the night

and he's resting now.

Ah well, best let him rest.

It's real decent of you, Mr. Greengrass.

Ah, it's no piss. It's the sort of thing

we do up here, you know, neighbours.

Is there anything else?

No, no, no. Well, as a matter of fact,

there is probably one favour you can do me.

I'll just take these and then I'll be right back.

Ah right. I'll look after the...

...flying machine.

Right, you've got some quarters!

♪ Well, no-one told me about her

♪ the way she lied.

♪ Well, no-one told me about her

♪ how many people cried.

♪ But it's too late to say you're sorry.

♪ How would I know, why should I care?

♪ Please don't bother trying to find her, she's not there! ♪

There's nothing here, sarge.

No, nothing here either.

Told you!

It's for your own good, this Bellamy.

Sarge, I'm no thief!

Maybe not.

But someone might say that you have taken a pay-off

for looking the other way.

So now you're saying I'm a bent copper, eh sarge?

I'm just telling you how this could look to others.

Our superiors in Division who don't know you from squit.

Sarge, it's a setup.

Bellamy may not be Brain of Britain,

but even he wouldn't rent a lockup using his own address.

So what happens now then, eh?

Well, that's for others to decide. Until they do...

You know the procedure.

You're on suspension.

I'll keep you informed of the situation.

Rowan!

Don't worry, Phil. We'll sort this out.

Rowan! You know it's forbidden to see or speak to an officer under suspension.

Yes, Sarge.

Right, then. Let's have you.

See you, Phil.

♪ Push, push!

♪ Ah, shake it up, shake it up!

♪ Push, push! ♪ Shake it, shake it now!

Hard to tell them apart, ain't it.

Yeah.

♪ Do you love me?

♪ I can really move.

♪ Now do you love me?

♪ I'm in the groove.

♪ Why do you love me?

♪ Say you really love me.

♪ Now that I can dance ♪

Jack, have I got an eye or haven't I?

Ever get tired of your own voice, Greengrass?

If you don't want...

Oh, no offence, Claude.

Hey, that bloody animal left Northern Flash standing.

Right, is it on or not, then?

One way or another, I want that Maddleskirk Trophy.

It's on, all right.

Hey, don't worry about the white patch. I'll sort that out.

I want that dog racing fit.

Get it here on a regular basis.

Leave it to me. And I'll keep the kid sweet.

Don't let me down, Claude.

That dog will be carrying real money on the night, profit for me.

And you, Claude.

Did he have to suspend him?

Well you know Blaketon. He likes to play things by the book.

Any idea who might have set him up?

No, not yet. We need to trace that minivan.

Oi!

I know that woman from somewhere.

Back in a minute.

Who is she?

Never you mind.

Who are those two with Greengrass, George?

I don't know the woman.

Debbie, I think Greengrass called her.

But the bloke though, is summat else.

Jack Scarman, property developer.

Should I know him?

You would if you cross him in business or hung around at dog-tracks.

The duty log for night patrols, Alf.

Aye?

Wednesday 23rd. Three weeks ago.

What about it?

Well I'm out on relief and Phil was supposed

to meet me at the Marshall Street call box.

He was 15 minutes late.

So?

So...

...it says here, he was on time.

Your writing, Alf.

Oh, come on, Nick. We've all covered for a mate in our time.

Yeah, but covered what for him?

It happened again the night of the robbery.

Same time, same location.

You covered for that, didn't you?

Okay. I thought there was a bird involved, didn't I?

Is her name Debbie?

He never said, and I never asked.

Well, I will.

What? Speak to him while he's on suspension?

What if Blaketon finds out?

You can cover for me. You're good at that, aren't you?

Mr. Parrish?

Up here, Doctor!

How are you feeling?

Not too bad now.

But last night... Oh!

I need to ask you a few questions. Do you feel up to it?

Fire away.

All right. Is this the first time you've tried your hand at farming?

Fwah! I'd hardly call fattening up a few calves farming, Doctor.

Yes, but did you ever spend a lot of time on a farm before you came here?

No. Town born and bred, me.

I want to take a blood sample, Mr. Parrish.

As soon as the labs check it, we'll know for sure.

Know what?

The cause of your illness.

And in the meantime, I want you to stay away from the barns and the animals.

Not even go in and see Jimbo?

Until we get the results of the blood test, best not.

- Enjoying your holiday? - Nick!

Well, some people have all the luck.

Blaketon will have your head on a plate for this.

'I was out for a drink and guess who I bumped into, Sarge.'

- Do you want a drink? - No thanks.

You sure?

Phil, you got any thoughts on who might have set you up?

Could be anybody.

We don't make many friends in this job, do we?

Where were you when the break-in happened?

You weren't on your beat, were you?

Has Alf been talking?

He didn't have to. It's obvious you were missing.

Does Blaketon know?

No, not yet. But he ain't stupid. The minute he checks...

Yeah, well, I'll deal with that when it happens.

Were you with Debbie?

Out of order, Nick.

But this wouldn't be the first time

a good looking woman was used to set a copper up, Phil.

Debbie wouldn't. It's personal, Nick.

End of story, all right?

If she had you looking the other way when that break-in happens,

that makes it's official.

- So where do I find her? - Forget it!

Suit yourself.

I'll have a word with Scarman. She is his bird, isn't she?

Nick, wait!

Sorry, mate. You were right.

Come on.

Scarman's got her scared, Nick.

And if he finds out, and he would you know, if this goes public,

can you imagine what he'll do to her.

Is he violent?

No, with him it's all in his head.

He gets others to do his nasty bits.

But I've checked him out. He's got no form of any kind.

Scarman stays this side of the law

in business at any rate.

But he's ruthless. Just like he is with his women.

How did you get involved in all this, Phil?

Found Debbie outside her house one night, she was in a right state.

She tried leaving him and got knocked about for her trouble.

- By Scarman? - No. By one of his dodgy mates.

Anyway, I kept an eye on her.

One thing led to another.

Playing Sir Galahad while on duty.

You were asking for it, weren't you?

Still, one thing about all this.

It gives us someone with a motive to want to do you.

Scarman doesn't know anything about it.

I mean I only saw Debbie late at night.

Well these things get known, don't they?

If he did know, what would he do about it?

He'd definitely go for Debbie.

Yeah, right. After settling with you first, mate.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Morning, Kate.

Hello. I've just got the report back on Mr. Parrish's blood test.

On what test?

To check for allergic reaction.

Oh, yes?

Well, what about it?

It's not chronic bronchitis.

Extrinsic allergic alveolitis. It's caused by...

Are you accusing me of misdiagnosing Mr. Parrish's illness?

No, of course not. You weren't to know.

Just teaching me my job, is that it?

No, Alex. The disease has only recently been identified.

Something called Farmer's Lung, caused by fungus pores in mouldy hay.

I see.

Sorry, Kate.

You couldn't possibly have known.

At the very least, I should have known it wasn't bronchitis.

If I hadn't read the article, I'd have missed it too.

But you didn't.

And I did.

Well done, Kate.

- Miss Chapman? - Yes?

PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

I'm pursuing enquiries about a break-in at the pawnbrokers up the road.

What's that got to do with me?

Well I can't answer that.

But it's got everything to do with Phil Bellamy.

It's all right. He knows I'm here.

You'd better come in.

I don't know what you want to hear, Mr. Rowan.

Just asking you to consider the possibility

that Jack Scarman knew about you and Phil?

But he doesn't know!

Someone set Phil up and I reckon it was Scarman.

You'll never pin that on Jack.

Well, likes to box clever, doesn't he?

You know, swim through the muck and come up smelling of roses.

If he did want to do Phil, how would he go about it?

Jack?

Use the same bloke he set on me, I supposed.

Do you do know who he is?

Don't want to know, do I?

Phil put himself on the line for you.

He's past the age of consent, isn't he?

This business could destroy his career if it's not cleared up.

If Jack is behind it, there is a bloke he'd use.

He's a bit older than Phil and fancies himself as a right tough guy.

At least where women are concerned.

So you know who he is?

Yeah. I've met him.

Jack had him pressure me when I wanted to leave.

How?

Knocking me about.

That's how I met Phil, when this character had almost run me over.

What's his name?

I only know him as Eddie.

He didn't exactly introduce himself.

Really fancies himself though.

Drives a souped-up minivan.

So now we're looking for a minivan with a souped-up engine.

Every witness I spoke to said it kicked up a racket when it was driven off.

Yeah. Faulty exhaust.

Well, that's what I thought.

But according to this Debbie, he's got a souped-up engine.

I don't see how it helps.

Well, we can't go round looking into the bonnet of every minivan in the country.

Yes, it's a minivan. Dark green bodywork.

With a Cooper engine?

Could be.

Hang about.

It's this Farmer's Lung, then, is it?

Yes.

Will I get better?

If we've caught it early enough, and I think we have.

But you'll have to stay away from hay and straw.

But what about my calves?

Any kind of animal farming is out of the question.

Well, I can't stay out here unless I'm earning.

Well, I can only advise you.

But if you want to get better,

you'll have to have someone else to look after the animals.

I can't afford that!

It was a bit of a dream, you know.

Having a place like this.

After I retired.

I'm sorry.

But your health must come first, Mr. Parrish.

Morning, David!

Oh, Dr. Rowan!

Keeping busy?

Yeah. Bringing Jimbo up to Mr. Greengrass house.

Helping to train greyhounds but don't tell my granddad.

I didn't know Mr. Greengrass kept greyhounds.

They're not his. Mr. Scarman's dogs.

Mr. Scarman's?

Looks like well paid work.

I'll say. Mr. Greengrass has been really generous about it.

Fishfingers?

I like fishfingers.

Good.

Nick, I'm a bit worried about David Parrish.

He's working for Greengrass and he doesn't want his grandfather to know.

Why?

Apparently, Mr. Parrish was one of the best greyhound trainers

in the country before he came up here.

Now Greengrass is using Jimbo,

Mr. Parrish's greyhound to help train up someone else's dog.

Whose dog?

Jack Scarman's.

I thought that might interest you!

Hello, Claude.

Frightened the life out of me!

How's your luck been lately?

Well, you know, up and down, mostly in the middle.

What, even on the dog tracks?

(CHOKES)

You all right?

It's gone down the wrong hole!

I hear you've been helping out Jack Scarman.

Well, a bit of business, that's all.

He's a you know, he's acquaintance.

I'm looking for a friend of his. Young bloke, about thirtyish.

Drives a souped-up minivan.

- Has he got a name? - No name.

Better get him baptised then.

Come on, Claude.

Look, I'm just helping Scarman out, that's all.

I don't know about the people who works for him, do I?

I mean, it's none of my business.

And nor was greyhound racing mine. Until maybe now.

See you, Claude.

David!

I've just had the village constable on the phone, David.

Oh what, what for?

A chat about you and Mr. Greengrass.

And how it might concern Jimbo.

I didn't do anything wrong, did I?

Mr. Greengrass said not to bother you about it.

Don't worry.

I know my own grandson.

More to the point, I know the ways of some the greyhound world.

What do you mean?

First tell me what's been happening. And I mean, everything.

Edward Mooney.

You what?

That vehicle's registered to one Edward Mooney.

There's an address in Leeds. It's probably out of date.

Right. I won't be long.

Where are you going?

If anyone asks, you can cover for me.

PINKY AND PERKY ON TV

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Hello, Phil. - What are you doing here?

Can I come in?

What if Blaketon hears?

He won't.

Here.

Ta.

You broadening your mind?

Well?

Have you heard of an Eddie Mooney?

Eddie Mooney. Can't say I have. Why?

Well, we think we found the van, it's registered in his name.

It wasn't a noisy exhaust, it's got a souped-up engine.

Oh, do we know where he lives?

No, but we've found the garage he uses, so hopefully we'll find him soon.

Good.

Yes, don't you go wandering off this afternoon. You stay by the phone!

What, and miss this?

TANNOY: 'Results of race one.'

'Winner - Number 3, High Society.'

'Second - Number 5, Prince.'

ENGINE ROARS

You go and get a cup of tea.

You'll look after Jimbo?

Oh, don't you worry about that. He'll be all right with me and Alfred.

Right. I'll see you after the big race then.

Oh. What kept you?

I came back as quick as I could.

Well, I've just had a call for police at Maddleskirk's dog track.

The van's there, and so is Mooney, they reckoned.

Have you told Blaketon?

Not yet, no. He's out at the moment.

When he's back, tell him I've gone over there to deal with it, alright?

Phil, it's me. Listen. Get yourself over to the Maddleskirk's dog track.

I'll meet you in the car park. Yeah.

Alright. I'll see you then.

Thanks, Alf.

You left a message.

What kept you?

Visiting my auntie in Leeds, right.

Hello, gorgeous. Missed me, have you?

Not very friendly to your mates, is she?

She's still learning. Here.

Get weaving.

Georgy Porgy, Trap 6.

- Next! - Northern Flash.

Northern Flash. Times today at 29.40.

Running in the Maddleskirk Trophy race.

Owner J. Scarman, right?

Right.

Northern Flash. Trap 1.

- Thanks. - Next!

You stay there.

In, in! Go on! Go on! Go on!

Are you sure Jimbo will be all right?

Just take it easy, son.

They're playing my game now.

We'll see who plays it best.

This is the one.

I want that basket, Nick.

Take it easy, Phil.

Come on, let's go and get him.

He's probably gonna be with Scarman.

Scarman's here today?

He's got a dog running in the big race.

TANNOY: 'Results of Race 2.'

- Everything all right? - Yeah.

Rembrandt couldn't have done a better job.

Their own mothers wouldn't know 'em apart.

- How's it going out there? - We're on, next race. Trap 1.

Aye, not a bad draw. Right. I'd better get the brass sorted out.

How much are you having on?

As much as I can get.

You crazy sod.

Yeah well, reap while the sun shine.

Give the bookies a thumping while you're doing it.

I'm gonna have a mingle. Look after Alfred for me, will you?

Yeah.

- Are you all right? - Fine.

Scarman's not tried anything, has he?

No. At least not yet.

It's what he did to you!

I can deal with that. It's you I'm worried about.

Don't worry. I'm working on it.

We're looking for a friend of Scarman's. Eddie Mooney. Is he here?

He's here all right. Over there, in black.

Watch yourself with him. He's a bloody odd case, that one.

I'd better get back.

- Take care, Phil. - And you.

We'll move in behind him. I don't want him to see us, alright?

And Phil... this is a police arrest, not the gunfight at the Okay Corral.

Come on.

Yeah, what do you want?

This your dog tied up here?

Yes.

Well, it was. Where is it?

He went that way.

Oh, bloody hell!

- Alfred! - Alfred!

♪ We hope to hear him swear, we love to hear him squeak

♪ We like to see him biting fingers in his horny beak

♪ Sometimes he wants to whistle through his nose

♪ Whilst peeling off a peanut with his toes

♪ If Johnny Morris had him on his show

♪ You'd hear the Fuhrer's favourite say 'Hello'.

♪ Hello

♪ Hello ♪

Right.

TANNOY: 'This is last call for Northern Flash for the Maddleskirk Trophy.'

You're not going to get away this time. Now stay there.

Come on.

TANNOY: 'The draw for the Maddleskirk Trophy.'

'Trap 1 - Northern Flash.'

'Trap 2 - Wives Tale.'

'Trap 3 - The Boxer.'

'Trap 4 - Northern Dancer.'

'Trap 5 - Winston.'

'Trap 6 - Georgy Porgy.'

'Four minutes left for tote betting. Four minutes only.'

'The greyhounds are proceeding to the starting traps.'

'The greyhounds are being placed in the starting traps.'

'Hare is now running.'

Come on, Flash, come on!

Come on, Jimbo! Er, Flash!

♪ Now I see how you really are.

♪ You're no good, you're no good, you're no good. Baby, you're no good.

♪ I'm gonna say it again.

♪ You're no good, you're no good, you're no good. Baby, you're no good. ♪

You! Car park!

- Eddie Mooney? - What?

Gerrout!

You're nicked, mate!

No good blaming me, Jack.

You're not the only one who's lost money, you know.

I've done my brains.

You dozy dozy!

A dead ringer, eh? Couldn't fail. What happened?

I wouldn't trust that Wilfred as far as I could chuck him.

He's so bent, he can't lie straight in bed.

I bet he's been taking dropsy from the bookmakers.

Mr. Scarman! This ain't Jimbo, boss.

Look!

It's our own bloody useless Northern Flash!

No. Wait on!

Greengrass!

Jack, don't! Don't! Jack!

I'm going to teach you a lesson!

Don't! Don't, please! No!

THUDS AND SHOUTS

No, lads! My war wound!

Look what's just blown in.

Alf, Nick.

Blaketon called me over.

Must be something to do with his friend Eddie.

Yeah.

And the rest of the pawnbroker's stuff we found stashed in his place.

I'm in the clear then?

Well, Mooney confessed to fitting you up.

Claimed he had a grudge against you.

I thought Scarman put him up to it.

Well he did.

But if it came out why he did, then his pride goes straight out the window.

What with the thrashing he took at the dogs, Debbie legging it...

Scarman had better days.

Ah Bellamy.

I've just been in consultation with our superiors at Division.

In view of Mooney's confession...

...you're back on duty.

So let's see your face down here first thing in the morning.

Now hop it! Can't have you distracting the work of these constables here.

- Sarge. - Yes?

Thanks.

And I do mean first thing!

Well it's obvious Mooney's taking the rap for Scarman

not that we could ever prove it, mind.

Bit of a mystery, though, why Scarman would want to nobble Bellamy.

But then, what would life be like without its little mysteries?

Pint of usual.

Hello, David.

- Dr. Rowan. - Mr. Parrish!

Here, I've decided to take your advice.

You know, pack it in here.

I think that's very wise.

I'm going to live with David's family.

Well, you must be pleased, David.

Huh, you bet!

Well, when one dream fails, time to try another.

Eh, Dr. Rowan?

And what's that?

A trip to Gallipoli.

A last look-in on my old army mates in the cemetery.

Got any more good tips then for us, Claude?

Next time you do a bit of ringing, make sure it's the church bells.