All language subtitles for Heartbeat S03EP05 A chilly reception1

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪

♪ Don't throw your love away
No, no, no, no

♪ Don't throw your love away

♪ For you might need it some day

♪ Don't throw your dreams away
No, no, no, no

♪ Keep them another day

♪ For you might need them
Some day... ♪

KNOCKS ON DOOR
Mary? Mary?

Are you there? It's Susan.

I've brought you some eggs.

Wah, it's a bit cold out there.

Who's that from?

Alex's executors.
He wanted us to have it.

They're not going to sell
the house till the summer,

so they say I can continue
running the practice

from there for the moment.

That's a bit vague, isn't it?

No, it gets more specific.

"We accordingly suggest that you"

"vacate the premises
within three months."

What are you gonna do?

Find somewhere else, I suppose.

I can hardly practise here, can I?

TELEPHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Yeah, yeah, hang on.
Kate, for you.

Hello?

Yes, Mrs. Siddons.

I should have come earlier.

It wouldn't have made
any difference, Susan.

There's nothing you could have done.

Can I come up to the house and
use your phone, Mrs. Siddons?

Yeah, course you can.

And there's a couple of
questions I need to ask,

forms to fill in, you know.

I'll sort that out.

Come on.

Come on now, pet.

She had a really good life,
you know that.

And the one thing
she would not want

is for you to be sad at a time
like this now, would she, eh?

Eh?

- Morning, lads.
- Hello, Nick.

Alf, do you know a good
estate agent round here?

- You're thinking of moving on then?
- No, I'm not. Kate is.

Oh. Nick, I'm sorry, I...

No, we've got to find
somewhere else for a surgery.

- Oh.
- Palmers the fishmongers?

Aye, Ashfordly Police here.
We were just enquiring

- where you get your produce from.
- Highway robbery.

- Beg your pardon?
- It's strange, but true.

One vanload of prawns
and assorted shellfish

went swim-about between
Whitley Bay and here.

Blaketon will fill you in.

He wants to have a word anyway.

So, what's new?

KNOCK ON DOOR
Yes?

- Sarge.
- Rowan.

What's all this about fish?

Theft from a lorry parked in a layby
between Loftus and Whitby.

And hasn't that been happening...?

On the A1, yes, but now it seems
they've moved into our area.

Well, what's been taken?

Well, read the report.

Shellfish, mainly,

except for one automatic
washing machine.

Probably a one-off.

Yeah, or money laundering.

Is that meant to be a joke, Rowan?

Anyway, CID say can
we have a scout round?

The chances are this stuff's
all down south by now,

but check these goods anyway.

There was a load of offal
stolen on Monday.

Go and find your father and
tell him Dr. Rowan's here.

All right, Mum.

Poor little thing.

She was devoted to Mary.

She was her nanny.

Seems like she's always been with us.

Then Jack got her that cottage
at the end of the lane.

Any family?

A grandson, Peter.

Used to live with her.

Do you have an address?

- Morning, Doctor.
- Hello.

Sorry to have to meet
at a time like this.

Jack, Dr. Rowan was wondering if
we have an address for Peter Begg.

No, we don't.

The lad's been in Birmingham
for the last year.

There'll be an address in
the cottage somewhere,

but we were never that
close to young Peter.

Good morning, ladies.

Last lot I had off you,
[indistinct].

Oh, that's alright.

Excuse me Bill, can I
have a word, please?

I'd like to know where you
get your supplies from.

Well, with beef and the lamb,
I get from Pickups.

And ???, I get from ???.

And what about your offal?

Pickups again. Why?

[indistinct]

Has anyone else offered you
any meat or offal recently?

[indistinct]

I might be small, but
[indistinct].

Alright, thanks Bill.

Morning, Walter.

Heard about Mary Begg?

- What?
- Passed away this morning.

Never!

I only saw her last night.

She were right as rain.

Well, I heard Jack Siddon's lass
went round this morning

- she was gone.
- Oh.

Are you all right, Walter?

Look, why don't you sit down
and I'll pour you a brandy?

No, no, I'm all right, thanks.

Morning, sir. What can I get you?

A pint of your best, please.
And how fresh are your pasties?

Any fresher, they'd be leaping
about in the fields.

I hope you are right, lass.
I can tell. I'm in the business.

- I'll have two, please.
- Coming up.

Do you happen to know the whereabouts
of a Mr. Claude Greengrass, landlord?

A friend of yours, is he?

You could say.

- Hello, love.
- Hello.

How's it going?

Too much like hard work.

Nick, can you do me a favour?

Yeah, what?

Old Mary Begg died.

Could you go through her things and
find an address for the next of kin?

Yeah, okay. I'll pop
round there now.

I'll get cleaned up
and come with you.

Oh, your Auntie Eileen
phoned this morning.

Eileen? What did she want?

Well, she wants to come and see us.

What did you say?

I said that we're in quarantine
with yellow fever.

What do you think I said?

When is she coming?

The day after tomorrow.

That's a bit sudden, isn't it?

She probably wants to get away.

It's gonna take her a while to
adjust to being on her own.

Nick.

Do you think she minded that
we didn't go to Arthur's funeral?

Nah, of course she didn't.

She won't be coming
here then, would she?

It's such an intrusion.

You should try being in my job.

We'll start with this.

Her letters should be private.

Kate, the old dear was 83.

It's hardly likely to be
from her lover, is it?

"Dear Gran, just a line to say
I'm well and I hope you are too."

"Peter."

There's an address
here in Birmingham.

I'll get someone to go
round and tell him.

It's true, then, about Mary.

I'm afraid so, Mr. Pettigrew.

You know, I couldn't
believe it at first.

See, I only saw her last night.

It's down to Siddons, is this one.

She should never
have been left alone.

Well, they looked after her,
didn't they?

Mr. Siddons bought
this cottage for her.

Ah, but he wouldn't let
the grandson live here

because Siddons didn't want the
lad mixing with his daughter.

Oh, no, you don't get something
for nothing out of that one.

DOG BARKS

If you're selling owt, we've either
got one or we don't want one.

Now then, Private Greengrass,
you'll get none of my plum duff.

Hellfire!

Banger Bailey?!

What the hell are you doing here?

When we were demobbed,
I said I'd look you up.

Yeah, I know, but it's only been 20
years. No need to rush like this.

Better late than never.

You'd better come in.
I'll sell you a cup of tea.

Another decanter?

Another flipping decanter.

If only it were fruit bowls.

Cheer up, girl.
What's the matter with you?

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

I'd have been just as
happy with a small do.

Oh, no.

Look, you're my special girl.

It'll be one day Aidensfield
won't forget in a hurry.

Pint, George.

I like you to meet an old army
pal of mine. Banger Bailey.

Aha, we've already met.
How do again.

- Hello again.
- What sort of name is Banger?

Huh, he got it because
he made the best banger

???, didn't he?

So, what's your real name?

You know lass, it's been
that long. I've forgotten.

Two pints, please, landlord,

and whatever you and
the young lady are having.

I'll get them.

At least your pal's not a skinflint.

Oh well, he's a businessman
like me, isn't he?

You know what they say.
It's made round to go round.

You've still not told me, you know,
what's actually brought you up here.

Apart from the pleasure of seeing
your ugly mug, you mean?

Ashfordly Point-to-Point
next weekend.

I didn't know you were interested
in the gee-gees.

I thought a pack of cards were
more your line of country.

Took a few bob off you
in the old days, eh?

Worst poker player in
the whole flaming Army.

It's only cos I've
got an honest face.

Shame it didn't go far
enough down to my hands.

Four bob, please.

Hey, what actual business
are you in now anyway?

Bailey's Mobile Snack Bar.

Racecourses, gymkhanas,
county fairs, the lot.

All right, eh?

I can't complain.

Hey, you don't do any
wedding catering, do you?

Of course. Got anything in mind?

Come into the office.

Who does Jack Siddon
thinks he is anyway,

with all this ???.

I mean, anything would think his
daughter were marrying royalty.

Well, she's a nice girl, Susan.

Don't get me wrong,
Susan's grand.

It's her dad that gets me.

See ya.

I did the rounds of all
the local fishmongers

and butchers yesterday, Sarge.

Surprisingly, no-one's been offered
any suspect prawns or offal.

Well, it was always a long shot.

Oh, Rowan, Jack Siddons
has been in touch with me.

It's quite a wedding he's putting on

and he wants someone
to help organise it.

Yeah, that Susan's
done well for herself.

Aye.

I hear all the big nobs
have been invited.

That's right, Rowan.

I've just received my invitation.

Good of you to come, Constable.

They'll be putting the
marquee up out here,

and we've got a field
way up out the back

we're using as a car park.

How many guests
are you expecting?

Oh, close on a couple of hundred.

They're very well connected,
the Talbots.

Big landowners in Carnforth.

It might be an idea to put
up a few more road signs.

Good thinking.

- Hello, Susan.
- Hello, Peter.

How are you?

- Oh, I'm fine.
- Oh, good.

I'm sorry about Mary.

Well, thanks for keeping
an eye on her for us.

Oh, I just wish I could have
got there a bit sooner.

You did what you could.

She appreciated it.

What are the police doing here, hey?

Oh, some business of Dad's,
I should think.

Susan, have you got a moment?
I need a hand.

Coming!

- Look, I'd best be off.
- Right.

I'll see you around. Bye.

Hello, lad.

- How's it going?
- All right.

Sorry about your gran.

Yeah.

I was wondering, like, um...

...what sort of plans you
had for the cottage.

I'll be putting it on the market
after our Susan's wedding.

Susan's getting married?

Aye.

Did your gran not tell you?

No.

No, she didn't, no.

Richard Talbot.

Manages his father's
estate up in Carnforth.

She's done very well for herself,
our Susan, and no mistake.

TELEPHONE RINGING

Aidensfield Police.

Good morning, Mr. Siddons.

Right. Okay, I'll be right there.

Who's that?

There's been a break-in
at Clough Farm.

Someone's nicked the
wedding presents.

We were in bed.
I came down to make a cup of tea

and it was like this.

Nerve.

I'd have had the shotgun to
'em if I'd have caught 'em.

- Do you know what's missing?
- Well, we've a fair idea.

Mostly valuable stuff.

An antique silver punchbowl
that Richard's grandad gave them.

That was a family heirloom.

And none of you heard anything?

Like I said, we all slept sound,
even the dog.

Thank you.

Kate, love!

- Oh!
- It's great to see you.

You're looking well.

I'm fine, really.

And so are you!

Country air must agree with you.

How are you feeling?

Oh, you know, a bit strange,
I suppose.

Well, that's hardly
surprising, is it?

♪ Baby, do you understand me now?

♪ Sometimes you see that I'm mad

♪ Don't you know no-one alive

♪ Can always be an angel

♪ When everything goes wrong
You see some bad

♪ Oh, but I'm just a soul

♪ Whose intentions are good

♪ Oh, Lord, please don't
let me be misunderstood. ♪

Here, Claude, I hope you
know what you're doing.

This place is swarming
with bluebottles.

Don't worry about them.

They're probably delivering
the bridesmaids' dresses.

You've had many visitors
lately, Mr. Siddons?

Well, only folk delivering presents.

Well, I suppose there has been
a lot of talk about the wedding.

There's been talk
about a lot of things.

I've been lucky, Mr. Rowan.

Lucky to have a home like this.

And a lovely daughter.

I'll do anything for her.

I just want Saturday
to go smoothly.

What with Mary dying and now this,
maybe my luck's running out.

I don't think you'll find your
wedding presents in here.

I'm sorry. I really wasn't sure...

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm sorry,
I didn't know what to say.

Well, how about, "Hello, Peter.
I haven't seen you in ages."

"By the way, I'm getting married."

Is that so difficult?

Obviously, yes.

You had to leave it to your father.

That's the plan, isn't it?

Do as your daddy says,
follow the money.

- It's not like that!
- Isn't it?

Well, I hope you're happy.

SIGHS

- Sarge!
- What is it?

Over here, Sarge.

There's a couple of pillowcases.

Well, don't just stand there,
Bellamy. Bring them out here.

Well, that's a bit of luck.

So, they dumped the
stuff and ran for it.

Well, shall we leave it here?
I mean, they might come back.

No, it's a waste of time.

They knew we'd find it.

No, just get it fingerprinted.

I'll go up to the house and
give them the good news.

"Well done, Bellamy."

"No, not at all, Sarge."

Why do you think they
left it here, though?

Don't make sense.

Maybe they got cold feet.

Bit late for that, isn't it?

Here's a towel.

I hope you'll be comfy.

I'm sure I shall.

You obviously don't
regret moving, then?

Not for a minute.

When you were lodging with us,

you wanted to work in one
of the big teaching hospitals.

Suits us both better up here.

"She'll make a grand doctor, that
girl," Arthur used to tell everyone.

He was very proud of you.

Nick's sorry he can't
make it back for lunch.

He's in the middle of an enquiry.

Oh, I'll see him tonight.

I've got a lovely surprise
for you both.

- Alf?
- Aye?

Who's got it in for Jack Siddons?

I've heard there's some sort of problem
between him and Walter Pettigrew.

Up at Spenny Farm?

Miserable old sod.

There was some dispute about some land
that Pettigrew claimed was rightly his.

Their farms back onto one another.

So, what happened?

Well, there was a big court case.

It was over 20 years ago now.

The court found in
favour of Siddons.

Well, Clough Farm went
from strength to strength,

while Pettigrew's went
down the drain.

He blamed Siddons
for that as well.

Oh, they had a hell
of a lot of barneys.

So, he's a man to bear
a grudge, is he?

Hmm, that's the understatement.

Thanks, Alf.

Mr. Pettigrew, can I
have a word, please?

What about?

There was a break-in at Clough Farm.

CHUCKLES
Serves them right.

Where were you around
midnight last night?

In bed, where every
god-fearing man should be.

What's all this about then?

Would you mind having
your fingerprints taken?

What the hell for?

So we can eliminate you
from our enquiries.

All right, go on then.

I mean, I've got nowt to hide.
Go on.

MUSIC: 'Daydream Believer'
by The Monkees

Get these down you.
They'll make you feel better.

I've nearly finished.

You're going to look lovely.

Your dad just wants you to
have a day to remember.

I think he just wants
to impress the village.

That is not true.

You're his only child and

if he wants to
splash out, let him.

Don't spoil his fun.

His fun? Is that all that matters?

DOORBELL RINGS

♪ Daydream believer
And a homecoming queen. ♪

Mr. Greengrass.

Hello, Mrs. Siddons. Go on.

- It's all right, Jack's expecting us.
- Is he?

Oh.

Jack!

Claude Greengrass for you.

Hey, you're a right bonny lass.

You made a bit of an impression
there, Banger.

It's nerves.

Right, come on through.

Hello, Eileen.
Good to see you.

How are you?

Oh, I can't complain.

- Hello, love.
- Hello.

I don't need to ask about you two.

You're obviously blooming.

I just wish Arthur had lived
to see you so happy.

Yeah, we were both really sorry.

It was a blessed release for
him in the end, poor love.

Which brings me to my news.

Eileen's got a surprise for us,

but she wouldn't tell
me until you got here.

I know I could have written,
but I wanted to see your faces.

Kate, dear,

Arthur has left you a little legacy.

She was always his favourite niece.

Well, that was very kind of him.

£500.

I'm sorry, Eileen.
I couldn't possibly accept it.

He's left me well provided for, if
that's what's worrying you, Katie.

He was a very thrifty man,
your uncle.

Thank you, but I'm serious.

We don't really need the money.

- Now, how about some food?
- Kate...

I'm starving.

Hey, why don't we need the money?

We're hardly on the
breadline, are we?

Kate, it's 500 quid.

Look, it's my decision whether
I accept the legacy or not.

Oh, so it doesn't concern me?

All I'm asking is for you
to respect my wishes.

What about Arthur's wishes?

I'm not taking the money and I
don't want an argument about it.

Come on, Kate, there's something
you're not telling me.

Oh, drop it, Nick! I'm tired.

- Morning.
- Morning.

My lass's getting wed tomorrow.

CID just called.

Pettigrew's off the hook.

Those prints at Clough
Farm weren't his.

Back to square one.

Which leaves us without a suspect.

Well, it's hardly the crime
of the century, is it, Sarge?

I want this cleared up, Ventress.

You forget, I'm attending
the wedding tomorrow.

So am I, Sarge.

You are, Rowan? Since when?

Since the Siddon's invited
their family doctor.

I told you, didn't I?

Don't be silly, Beth.

What's done is done, leave 'em be.

This will be the same lot what
broke into the house, weren't it?

Well, the chances are, Mr. Siddons,
but it's a bit early to say.

It's a ruddy conspiracy.

I mean, the wedding's tomorrow.

It's time you caught the beggars.

It's gone beyond a joke now.

No, Jack, wait...
What are you going to do?

I'm off to organise
some more flowers.

Nobody makes a fool of me.

It's all right, darling.

I'll sort something out.

It's just... some crazy people.

But nobody's gonna spoil
your day. I won't let them.

Dad... they're only flowers.

This business with Susan.

There's something not quite right.
Thank you.

Well, apparently, she's been
behaving quite strangely lately.

Beth thinks maybe she doesn't
want to get married at all.

Well, she wouldn't have done it,
would she?

I mean, wrecking the flowers is hardly
gonna get their wedding called off.

Might get it delayed, though.

Wouldn't be the first time
someone's changed their mind.

Well, she certainly had
the opportunity.

And it would explain a lot
of things about the break-in.

Nah, all she had to do was say no.

Easy for you to say.

Peter!

Peter, it's Susan.

Peter!

Look, I know you're in there.

We've got to talk about tomorrow.

BANGS ON DOOR
Peter, will you let me in?

BANGS ON DOOR

Peter!

BANGS ON DOOR

Peter!

Look, I can't keep saying I'm sorry.
I know you're in there.

MUSIC: 'Don't Let Me Be
Misunderstood' by Joe Cocker

♪ Hey, but I'm just a soul

♪ Whose intentions are good

♪ Oh, Lord, please don't
let me be misunderstood. ♪

- You're quiet tonight.
- Hm?

Oh, damn, it's burned!

- Look at that!
- Don't worry about it.

But it's ruined.
You can't wear this.

Kate, I've got loads of shirts.

Don't worry about it.
Just leave it.

I wanted to get this lot done and...
What's the use?

Do you wanna tell me about it now?

What?

Eileen.

It's nothing to do with Eileen.

It's about Arthur.

Well, go on.

Having Eileen around
just stirred it all up again.

It's awful, the way he treated her.

And she just had to put up with it.

With what?

You know when I was
lodging with them?

I came home early one afternoon...

...and I went into the bedroom
looking for Eileen.

And there was Arthur...

...in bed with someone else.

He tried to give me some money.

£10.

I suppose he thought he
could bribe me not to tell.

You didn't tell.

No... I didn't.

I moved out instead.

I couldn't bear to look at him.

I didn't take his money then
and I'm not going to take it now.

MUSIC: 'Stop Messin' Round'
by Fleetwood Mac

- All right, lads?
- Aye. Aye.

- How's your back?
- All right now.

- Morning, girls.
- Morning, Jack.

- Morning, Jack.
- Oh, they're lovely, aren't they?

Morning.

- Morning. Everything going well?
- Yes fine, thank you.

- Is that it all?
- That's it.

Good.

♪ Baby, please stop messin' round

♪ You're messin' round
all the time... ♪

Ooh, you all right, lass?

Mm! Mm!

Mm!

- Morning.
- Morning.

♪ I want you to squeeze me, baby
Till my face turns cherry red

♪ You roll me so hard, baby
I'm fallin' out of bed

♪ Now please stop messin' round

♪ Messin' round all the time... ♪

These prawns are grand!

♪ And if you don't stop
messin' round ♪

Time you were getting ready.

Honestly, you ought
to see your father.

He's been pestering those caterers
since seven o'clock this morning.

Now, you have to get that down you
cos we don't want you fainting

as you walk down the
aisle now, do we?

I'm not hungry.

Susan.

Darling.

What's wrong?

Don't you want to marry Richard?

Of course I do, Mum.

What is it then?

Is it Peter coming back
that's upset you?

No, it's not that.

I mean, I wasn't so much
upset at seeing him.

Mum, I'm scared.

What of?

Something else terrible's
going to happen.

It's not.

Everything's going to be all right.

HE GASPS
Oh, Beth...

Oh... I feel terrible.

It looks like food poisoning,
Mr. Siddons.

What have you eaten today?

Well, I haven't had any breakfast.

So you've eaten nothing at all?

Jack, you've been picking
at the buffet all morning.

Well, you'd better not let
anyone else touch it.

What about the food for our guests?

I'm afraid that's a risk
you can't afford to take.

- What a waste.
- Mm.

Do you think this is deliberate?

You mean, someone's
tampered with the food?

They could have.

Well, it's possible that it
could have just gone off.

I'll arrange some tests.

Let's have a word with
the catering manager.

All right.

MUSIC: 'Shadoogie' by The Shadows

CHUCKLES

LAUGHS

CHUCKLES

LAUGHS

Oh, I love a good
wedding, don't you?

Some of the guests
look dead miserable.

I wonder who played silly buggers
with the road signs, hey?

Oh, heaven knows.

Probably the same person
who ruined the flowers.

CAR HORN TOOTS

Are you sure you're all right, Dad?

I'm fine now.

Don't you worry about me, pet.

What's that?

It's Pettigrew!

He's doing it on purpose!

Dad, don't wind yourself up.

Look he...

- He needs moving, he needs moving on.
- Dad, Dad...

Eurgh, it stinks.

Eurgh!

Pettigrew, you can move
this bloody contraption now.

There's no law says I
can't park here if I choose.

Not if you're causing
an obstruction.

So what are you going
to do then, arrest me?

Just move it!

Come on, Walter.

It's Susan's day now.

You'll only spoil it for her.

All right, lad.

- Hiya.
- Hiya.

How's it going, George?
Nearly ready?

I've had some rush catering jobs
in my time, but nothing like this.

You know there's 200
guests at this wedding?

- What, do you need a hand?
- Hand? We need a lorry!

I hear you saved the day out there.

It were nothing. I just said
things had gone far enough.

Anyway, it would spoil
it for Susan, wouldn't it?

A real sad case, that one.

Oh, yeah?

Another broken heart.

He was telling me about it.

He mentioned no names, but I
reckon he really likes that Susan.

LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

Well, it's going very well, Rowan.

Bit of nonsense outside the church,
but I soon sorted that out.

Yeah, I heard, Sarge.

How the other half does it, eh?

There's nothing like a
big society wedding.

The bride looks a picture, hey?

Yeah, she does, doesn't she?

Excuse me, Sarge.

Grand job, George.

I should have come to you first.

Always happy to oblige, Mr. Siddons.

We prefer a bit more
notice normally, mind.

Sausage rolls are
going down a treat.

Why didn't you tell us it might have
been Peter when all this started?

Well, I couldn't really be sure.

You must have had a good idea.

Yes, but I didn't want
to say because...

...I couldn't be sure
if it was him or not.

And I felt guilty, I suppose,
because of what happened between us

and him going away.

I just felt it was all my fault.

Anyway, even if he
did the other things,

he wouldn't have tried to poison us.

Well, maybe not, but it's
quite a coincidence, isn't it?

Yes, but even if it is...

...it's all over now.

It's not quite as simple
as that, I'm afraid.

So, what are your plans?

I haven't got many at the moment.

Tidy up here,
get back to Birmingham.

You can't stay here?

No.

And I can't say I'd want to, really.

Too many memories?

You could say that.

It were a bit of a shock,
Gran dying like that.

And being here's sort
of brought it all back.

It wasn't the only shock
though, was it?

How do you mean?

You didn't know Susan was
getting married, did you?

What's that got to do with anything?

Her family's had a
bit of trouble lately,

a break-in, bit of vandalism.

We're going to find out
who did it though

cos we've got a set of fingerprints.

Now, later on,
I'm gonna need a set of yours.

So, is there anything
you'd like to tell me first?

Kate, I just can't leave
things as they stand.

Are you sure you
won't reconsider?

I've made up my mind, Eileen.

It's very generous,
but I can't accept it.

I think I know why you don't
want to take the money.

It's Arthur, isn't it?

What do you mean?

Can we sit down?

All right.

I didn't realise you knew.

But you mustn't hold it against him.

Your uncle was always a ladies' man.
I knew that before I married him.

You mean you knew all
along what he was like?

Of course I did.

I can see why you're surprised,
but he was my choice.

I loved him.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be. Not for me.

We had a good life together,
Arthur and me, in spite of everything.

It made me so angry,
the way he treated you.

He was always very careful
to keep it from me.

He loved me too, Kate,
in his own way.

But it was really unfair,

expecting you to accept
things the way they were.

But I did.

What's fairness got to do with it?

Look Kate,

that money isn't just from him.
It's from me, too.

I want you to have it.

I want to be able to think of the
good things you can do with it.

And that'll help me remember
the good times I had.

I didn't poison anyone.

That's a lie!

But you admit the other two charges?

I just wanted to delay things a bit.

So, you broke into Clough Farm?

And I messed up the church.

I know it was stupid.

I just wanted to make
her see that...

...well, it's me that she should
be marrying, not that...

Look, Mr. Rowan, I swear to you

I had nothing to do
with her dad being ill.

- What about the road signs?
- No!

Phil.

Well, what do you reckon, Nick?

Well, I think the road signs
were down to Walter Pettigrew.

And the poisoning?

I believe him.

Well, he's already admitted to
burglary and malicious damage.

Yeah, well, let's leave it
at that for now, shall we?

Fair enough.

For you.

It must be official confirmation
on that food.

Only the smoked salmon
and the prawns were off.

The rest was fine.

I must speak to the caterers.

They mustn't have
stored it properly.

No, the caterers didn't
supply the seafood.

So, who did then?

This chap I know.

He said he could do me a deal.

What's his name?

And it seemed such a bargain.

I just wanted the
best for my Susan.

You didn't do any business with
Claude Greengrass, did you?

You could have been
charged with murder.

Why don't you have a day off, eh?

You must know I had nowt
to do with no poisoning.

Look, Jack told us it came from you.

So, where did you get it from, eh?

Banger Bailey.

I mean, he's in the trade.

How the hell were I to
know it were dodgy?

Licences were issued to
Bailey's Mobile Canteen

on those sites on these dates.

Looks like Banger Bailey chatted
up his drivers over a cup of tea,

found out what they were carrying...

And broke into the vans.

So, we've got him.

The only question now is...

...how does Greengrass
fit into all of this?

Look, all I got out of it were a bit
of commission for my trouble.

Nobody does owt for nowt, do they?

I mean, I didn't know
the stuff were nicked.

It were a wedding.

I was just trying to do the
happy couple a bit of a favour.

You'll be telling me next that Jesus
wants you for a sun beam.

I can have you, Greengrass,
for being an accessory.

How many times do I
have to tell you, Blaketon,

I had nowt to do
with the robberies!

I mean, I hardly know
the damn bloke.

I thought you were good old
comrades-in-arms together.

Well... it were wartime, weren't it?

When you're trudging
through muck and bullets,

you can't be too fussy about who you're
rubbing shoulders with, can you?

Trudging through muck and bullets!

You and your flat feet never
got further than Catterick.

I checked with Army records.

Ah, well, they also serve who
only stand and wait, you know.

Goodbye, Kate, dear.

- Bye, Eileen.
- Nick.

I've really enjoyed my visit.

A bit livelier than
you thought, I'll bet.

At least I'll have something to tell
the neighbours when I get home.

GUARD BLOWS WHISTLE

- Have a safe journey.
- I will. Take care of yourselves.

I'm so glad you changed your
mind about the money.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

So, what changed your mind?

She knew.

She knew all along.

About Arthur?

She guessed that was why I left.

But I'm not going to keep the money.

I'm giving it to the old
people's home in Ashfordly

in memory of Alex Ferrenby.