Original subtitles

♪ 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.