All language subtitles for Heartbeat S03EP10 Bringing it all back home1

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

RADIO: 'That the Government
intend to go on with their work...'

I'm going to be late.

- I'll have that, thank you.
- That's mine.

- See you later.
- Hey!

- See you.
- Bye.

- Kate?
- Yeah?

What did I do with that list?

I've got seven sheep dippings
to check this morning.

- You filed it.
- Thank you.

See you lunchtime.

No, you won't!

Sally's coming up
from York, remember?

Well, if I don't see her,
give her my love.

Where's my toast?!

See you!

Come along, Ventress.
You can move faster than that.

I want this place smarten up.

I'll never find anything again.

Inspector Crossley's not catching me
out. He could be here any minute.

What makes you so certain, sarge.

Because I know the way
his mind works, Bellamy.

And we can't have him thinking
standards have dropped

since he was a wet-behind-the-ears
constable like you.

Faster, faster.

MUSIC: 'Mighty Quinn'
by Manfred Mann

♪ Come on without
Come on within

♪ You'll not see nothing
Like the Mighty Quinn

♪ Come on without

♪ Come on within

♪ You'll not see nothing
Like the Mighty Quinn

♪ Everybody's building
Ships and boats

♪ Some are building monuments

♪ Others dummy pound notes

♪ Everybody's in despair

♪ Every girl and boy

♪ But when Quinn
The Eskimo gets here

♪ Everybody's gonna jump for joy

♪ Come on without

♪ Come on within

♪ You'll not see nothing
Like the Mighty Quinn. ♪

HUBBUB

Take a couple of painkillers
before you go to sleep

to ease the pain, all right?

Hello.

- Are you looking for Nick?
- Constable Rowan.

That's right. He's sheep dipping.

- I'm Kate Rowan.
- Alistair Crossley.

Well, it's certainly an
unusual police house.

I'm between surgeries,
I think that's the phrase.

- If you'll excuse me.
- Of course.

The needs of the
patient comes first.

I'll catch up with your husband
in Ashfordly, I'm sure.

Yes, you probably will.

And, er, if I am ever taken
ill in Aidensfield,

I'm sure I couldn't
be in better hands.

- Hello, Mrs. Bannaghan.
- Hello.

- I'll leave you to it, then.
- Bye-bye.

Right, Mr. Hasworth,
come on through.

CLOCK TICKING

So, where is he, then?

- Perhaps he's not coming.
- He'll come.

And for ten things right,
he'll find 11 things wrong.

I know him.

SHEEP BLEATING

Cheers, thank you.

I appreciate that things
are done differently

out in the sticks, Sergeant.

But charming as Kate
Rowan might be,

I do not expect to walk into
a North Riding police house

and find the equivalent
of a refugee camp.

Rowan assures me it's
only temporary, sir.

The police house at Aidensfield
is not available for its proper use.

It's a melting pot for every German
virus in the neighbourhood,

and it's being used
to run a business.

That's strictly forbidden.

Well, Mrs. Rowan is
the local doctor, sir.

A business is a business.

When I was a constable

you didn't treat the rule book
in quite such a cavalier fashion,

did you, Sergeant?

I'll speak to Rowan, sir.

Ashfordly is now
under direct command

from subdivisional headquarters
in Whitby, Sergeant.

So, if a shakeup is needed...

...then a shakeup there will be.

♪ While you see it your way... ♪

- You're cheerful this morning.
- ♪ Knowing that I... ♪

I said, you're cheerful this morning.

♪ We can work it out

♪ We can work it out... ♪

♪ Think of what you're... ♪
PHONE RINGS

That'll be for me.

Aidensfield Arms. Hang on.

Hello? Yeah, Brian!

You do? Oh, brilliant! When?

Yeah, yeah. I can do Sunday.

Great. Ta-ra. Ta-ra.

Well?

Well, he said he'd phone
today, and he did.

- Huh?
- Brian.

With the club in Whitby.
He came in last week.

- He said I had a great voice.
- Oh, him!

I don't know as it was your voice...

He wants me to sing
in his club on Sunday!

I told you he was serious.

Look, you can't just go and...

I mean, there's more to
singing than just singing.

He's only after one thing, him.

Oh... Thanks a bunch!

Mobility is the key to policing now.

That means the end of
old-fashioned beat-pounding

and the introduction of an
up-to-date car patrol system.

So, you're Constable
Rowan, I take it.

- A pity you couldn't be here earlier.
- Sir?

Inspector Crossley will be
supervising the station, Rowan,

- from a new...
- From now on, Ashfordly comes under

direct command from subdivisional
headquarters in Whitby.

Sergeant Blaketon has been trying
to get you on the radio, Rowan.

It's a big sheep dipping day.
For scab, up on the Moors.

I was out of range.

- Always a good excuse.
- No, sir.

New equipment should
soon sort that out.

We can put a man
into space, after all.

BELLAMY SCOFFS

Anyway...

...the Chief Constable has decided
it's time the command structure

was brought up to date.

So I shall always be paying my
visits at short notice, if any.

I think that's the best way to
find out what's really going on.

Now, the changes in the towns will
be mirrored in the countryside, too.

Sergeant Blaketon has
maps of the larger areas

to be patrolled by rural officers.

Your area, Rowan, will now stretch
to the outskirts of Whitby.

That's all for now. Thank you, men.

- Sergeant Blaketon.
- Thank you, sir.

- Men.
- ALL: Thank you, sir.

Oh, by the way, there won't be
any passengers on my division.

Rowan?

I called in at Aidensfield
this morning

and was rather surprised
to find myself

in the middle of a doctor's surgery.

- It can get a bit chaotic.
- That's putting it mildly.

Now, I expect you to
sort it out, and fast.

Yes, sir.

You wouldn't have got away
with that in the Met, Rowan.

- Don't think you will here.
- No, sir.

That's all.

There he is, Clive.
There's our Mr. Greengrass.

WHISPERS: Come on.

TRUCK ENGINE TURNS OVER

Doesn't look like he's
sitting on a small fortune.

I've got a nose for these things.

I'm sure it's full.

I don't mind charging, you know,

if it's been spilt on t'forecourt
if you're not satisfied.

That's four and six.

Don't say you left your
money at home again.

I'll be back.

ENGINE TURNS OVER

A lot of old furniture.
It looks like rubbish.

Maybe antiques.

Greengrass will be
a mattress merchant.

There'll be wads of money
all over the place.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY
Open invitation.

We can't just walk in.

Who's to stop us?

TAPPING CONTINUES

You see? What did I tell you?

ALFRED BARKS

TYRES SCREECH,
HORN BEEPS

You maniac!

HORN BEEPS

MUSIC: 'Reflections Of My Life'
by Marmalade

- Hi. I'm not late, am I?
- Not a bit.

Take me away from all of this.
Which way's the local?

Oh, not there.
Let's go somewhere different.

MUSIC CONTINUES

♪ Oh, how they fill my eyes... ♪

♪ The greetings of
people in trouble

♪ Reflections of my life

We're still looking for our house.

Nick needs a bit of pushing
but I'm up to that.

So, what's your news?

I've decided to take the plunge.
I'm leaving the hospital.

General practice? Where?

Still in York.
Four practices pooling resources.

We're moving into a
brand-new health centre.

New equipment, our own X-ray.

You lucky thing!

Proper facilities for clinics.
A pharmacy, you name it.

And you're here to gloat.

Sounds terrific. Here's to it.

How committed are
you to Aidensfield?

Eh?

I always thought you
came back as much

because you're bloody-
minded as anything.

Show them you could take
on a country practice.

Oh, come on, Sal.
There was more to it than that.

It's what we both wanted.

Now you've proved it, what next?

A house with enough
room for a surgery.

Seriously, Kate.

My partners in York want another GP.

- A woman.
- I'm not looking for a job.

We were talking about
you the other night.

They'd like you to join.

Yes, well, I'm very flattered,

but I've hardly established
myself in Aidensfield.

Do you remember how we used
to sit up till four in the morning,

planning how we'd bring general
practice out of the dark ages?

- Just the two of us.
- I remember the hangovers.

They're serious about
offering you the job.

Sally, I'm not even thinking
about moving.

It's my turn.

I said it was temporary, Sarge.

Doesn't sound very
temporary to me, Rowan.

Nor to Inspector Crossley.
KNOCKING

- Well?
- Greengrass on the phone for Nick.

Greengrass!

Well, I suppose we should be grateful
he didn't call into the police house

and drop off a dead rabbit while
Inspector Crossley was there.

He says he's been burgled.

Oh, not again.

Rowan, sort him out.

And Rowan?

Close the door.

DOOR CLOSES

HE SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

- Hello, Joan Forrester.
- "It's me."

"How's Graham?"

Well, how would you feel if
you had this hanging over you?

Are you going to come to court?

Of course I'll be there.

"I mean, what's going
to happen, Oscar?"

Joan, I don't know
what's going to happen.

The important thing
is that Graham copes.

If only you'd put a stop to
this when I asked you to.

"We're not helping him by
rowing about it either, Joan."

Don't you shout at me!

Well, don't shout at me and
tell me I'm shouting at you!

Well, you are.

Oh, forget it.

LINE GOES DEAD

You've taken your time
getting here, haven't you?

They could be halfway
to the A1 by now.

Well, I'm hardly equipped
for hot pursuit.

I sometimes wonder what
you are equipped for.

If you just tell me
what's been stolen...

- As a matter of fact, nowt.
- Well, you said you'd been robbed.

No, I didn't.
I said I'd been burgled.

They would've had a lot of it if it
hadn't been for Alfred, wouldn't they?

- There were two of them, you say.
- Ah, a man and a woman.

- What sort of car?
- Sort of green.

- Or blue.
- Dark or light?

Well, it were... it were...
sort of brownish.

- Brownish blue?
- Yeah.

Or green.

- Make?
- I don't know!

I were trying to stop myself being
smashed to bits at the time, wasn't I?

I don't suppose you got a
look at the licence plate?

Pfft! You don't half want
your job doing for you.

It were a Triumph!

Or an Hillman.

Can we have a receipt, please.

Yeah, sure.

They want a receipt.
Three shillings.

I said I was sorry, Gina.

I only meant it wasn't just your
voice he was interested in.

That's charming, isn't it?
From me own uncle.

I think you've got a lovely voice.

- There you go. Ta-ra now.
- Thank you.

I'm not trying to stop you, Gina.

Good, cause I'm a free agent.

I'm not still on probation
now, you know.

CAR ENGINE IDLES

Change and your receipt.

- Thank you very much.
- Madam.

ENGINE REVS

HORN BLARES

Oi!

'Ey! Come back here!

HORN BLARES

- He's following us.
- He's what?

HORN BLARES

FOLK MUSIC PLAYS

BLARING CONTINUES

FAST-PACED FOLK MUSIC

TYRES SCREECH

TYRES SCREECH

CLATTERING

THUDDING

HE BREATHES HEAVILY,
HE GRUNTS

Right, come on, out you get.

- This is a citizen's arrest.
- Mr. Greengrass!

Come back for another go, have you?
You've got a nerve!

Oi, oi, oi! What's going on?

Oh, the cavalry's arrived.
Late, as usual.

Constable, arrest this man.
He's completely mad.

I've been doing your
job again, haven't I?

These two are my flamin' burglars.

Constable, we are Inland
Revenue collectors,

investigating irregularities
in Mr. Greengrass' tax.

He's driven us off the road,

threatened us and severely
damaged this car.

Inland Revenue!
Even I've never thought of that one.

- Hang on a minute.
- CHUCKLING: Inland Revenue!

Inland Revenue is
exactly who they are.

How do?

I like the look of this one.

Aiming a bit high, aren't we?

I asked for a selection.

It will give us an idea of
what places are going for.

Too much.

If that village hall
doesn't work out,

you'll have to think about
renting a shop or something.

That Inspector Crossley
wasn't joking.

And neither was Blaketon,
once he'd finished with him.

I'm surprised the Inspector
was being difficult.

He was absolutely charming to me.

Are you sure Blaketon
wasn't playing him up?

Believe me, that Crossley
comes fully played-up.

We'll sort something out.

Tea's up.

It'll take more than a cup of tea.

I've been having a
talk with Mostyn...

and he says he can get
a coach for Sunday.

Then we could all have
a day in Whitby.

Then we could come
and hear you sing.

You're doing better, Uncle George.

MUSIC: 'Sunny Afternoon'
by The Kinks

♪ The tax man's taken all my dough

♪ And left me in my stately home

♪ Lazing on a sunny afternoon

♪ And I can't sail my yacht

♪ He's taken everything I got

♪ All I've got's this
sunny afternoon. ♪

ENGINE CHOKES

ENGINE REVS

Now, Mr. Greengrass,
you are not denying that the sale

of land to the Ministry of Defence
resulted in a profit of £25,000.

25,000?!

Where did you get a fairy
story like that from?

I have the MoD documents
in front of me.

If we regard this money as income,

you will pay income tax
on the first £2,000

and surtax on the remaining £23,000.

If we regard it as capital gains,

you will pay eight and three in
the pound on the whole sum.

HE MUMBLES

I-I-I'm not really with you.

There will be a bill for
between ten and £12,000.

It's daylight robbery, is that.

There is also the question
of interest on the unpaid tax.

Then there's the fact that
you've paid no income tax

since April 1953.

I-I know, but... I've earned nowt.

We believe you've earned money
in various ways, Mr. Greengrass.

Trapping and selling animals.

Rabbits, hares, fish, game.

I... I know. That's poaching.

I mean, you can't tax somebody
for doing something that's illegal.

I mean... I mean...
it's not really right.

Tax is due on all income.

Even when acquired
by nefarious means.

You can't get money out of a
man as can't pay, can you?

We think you can.

The courts don't look very
favourably on noncompliance.

Prison sentences are not uncommon.

STUTTERS: Prison?

You may be wise to avail yourself

of the services of an accountant,
Mr. Greengrass.

We are going to be seeing
a lot more of each other.

Good day.

PHONE RINGS

Dr. Rowan.

Kate, I got a message to ring you.

Yes, I got a letter from James
Radcliffe this morning.

I hardly know the man.

"Well, I might have
mentioned you to him."

Obviously, somebody else
you've been talking to.

I just said you might be
looking for something.

I'm not looking for a job.

"But he's not talking
about a new job, Kate,"

"just a slightly different one."

And Whitby's not
that far for you, is it?

No.

No, I hadn't thought
of it like that.

Yeah.

All right, I'll think again.
See you, Sally. Bye-bye.

What we need here is the truth.

HE STUTTERS

You see, it's not as
simple as that, is it?

Mr. Greengrass, this
is costing you money.

How much?

Well, the trouble is,

apart from the tax you'll pay
on your wee windfall...

the unpaid income tax
will be charged at a sum

that you can't really argue with,

because you earned it, shall we say,
not entirely within the law.

They're a lot of thieves.

I once advised a greengrocer
who paid no tax at all in 25 years.

I told him that if he wasn't
considering changing his name

and getting on a boat to Australia,

that I'd work out what the Inland
Revenue might accept as an offer.

It was going to be a tidy amount.

Anyway, he phoned
me six weeks later,

told me he no longer
required my services.

Sounded a long way away.

He was somewhere in
the Northern Territory.

Do you think they'll give
us a discount for cash?

BOTH LAUGH
No, I reckon we've got it made.

Cos with Blaketon in Ashfordly,
this Crossley fella in Whitby

and a couple of hundred
square miles in between,

they'll never know where we are.

Word is, when Crossley
was a constable,

Blaketon used to give
him a hard time.

- And now he's his inspector.
- Exactly.

I wonder how his son
went on in court today.

I don't know.

I hope they didn't
give him a hard time.

This income tax looks as if
it's getting Claude down.

Serves him right.
He never pays his bills.

Should have been
locked up years ago.

I think we ought to invite
him to Whitby with us.

Might bring him out of himself.

If you want him, you ask him.

You okay to come to Whitby?

...

I might need police
protection, you know.

You can have it any
time you want, Gina.

Now, come on, it's been ages
since we had a day out.

I think it's a great idea.

I'd hate to miss Gina's debut.

I'd have put money on you saying
we should be out looking for houses.

Oh, we should.

Irresponsibility wins, though.

What are you up to?

- Up to?
- Yeah.

Oh, I see.

You only want a day out at the
seaside if you have to twist my arm.

So twist my arm then.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Here. It's not my birthday, is it?

Come here.

HORN BEEPS

PEOPLE CHATTERING

Oi! Are you enjoying
yourself, Claude?

Oh, yeah.

Summat I always wanted,
a bus trip with a load of coppers.

BAND MUSIC

RULE BRITANNIA PLAYS

Go on, son. Oh, dear.

Go on, smell that.

GREENGRASS SNIFFS

We'll all meet at the
Hazard Club at seven.

Seven o'clock at the club.

- Are you ready?
- Yup.

Well, let's go.

I thought we'd drive out somewhere
and have a bite to eat,

if that's what you want.

It's a pity to waste
a day like this.

Yeah, fine.

- Or we could drive to the Dales?
- I don't mind.

CAR ENGINE TURNS OVER

ENGINE REVS

THUD
There you are, Claude. Blaketon!

CLAUDE LAUGHS
You didn't hit it hard enough.

Hey, hey, hey, look at this.

Can I have change for
half a crown, please?

Two teas, please.

- Get us some food, will you, George?
- Aye.

MUSIC: 'Big Spender'
by Shirley Bassey

MACHINE CRANKS

♪ The minute you
walked in the joint

♪ I could see you were
a man of distinction

♪ A real big spender

♪ Good looking, so refined

♪ Say, wouldn't you like to know
What's going on in my mind?

♪ So let me get right
to the point... ♪

Winning, Claude?
GEORGE CHUCKLES

♪ ...for every man I see

♪ Hey, big spender

Do you want me to try this one?

♪ A little time with me... ♪

MACHINE CRANKS

Ah-hey!
HE LAUGHS

Who's a good lad, eh?
Who's a good lad?

Come on, now. Show me another.

What have you spotted next, Alfred?
ALFRED BARKS

COIN JINGLES

♪ The minute you
walked in the joint... ♪

'Ey!
COINS JINGLING

You've done it again!
You little tinker.

♪ Good looking, so refined

♪ Say, wouldn't you like to know
What's going on in my mind?

♪ So let me get
right to the point

♪ I don't pop my cork... ♪

'Ey, 'ey! You've done it again.

♪ Hey, big spender... ♪

That dog knows something.

♪ Hey, big spender... ♪

- This one, son.
- ♪ Hey, big spender

♪ Spend a little time with me. ♪

HE CHEERS,
LAUGHS

DOG BARKS

It's that dog that's doing it.
COINS JINGLING

Who's a clever boy?
GREENGRASS CHUCKLES

Right, here we go.

Hey-hey!

You've done it again.
COINS JINGLING

You're never going to carry
all that home, Claude.

I'll do my best.

- Get him out of here.
- What?

He's using that dog to fiddle.

I don't know how, but every time
that dog goes near a machine,

- he wins the jackpot.
- Oh, I've heard some stories.

Look, I want my money back.
You and that dog have got a system.

What are you talking about?
I won this money fair and square.

And I've got the law
on my side, an' all.

- What sort of law is that, then?
- The North Riding Constabulary.

This lad happens to be a copper.

'Ey, pull the other one.
Go on, take the money.

Excuse me. I am warning you
that I am actually a police officer.

I am a police officer!

Go, on, George, tell them!
DUMMY LAUGHS

Stop them!
Don't let them get away.

- Look, they're getting away.
- Who are these people?

They come in, you think
they're made of money.

GREENGRASS SHOUTS OUT,
LAUGHS

DUMMY LAUGHS

LAUGHING WINDS DOWN SLOWLY

Well, it's...

...few years now since we
had a holiday together.

That was the Lakes.

Do you remember?

Well, you must have been about five.

I thought maybe we could
do something this year.

It's not too late.

Perhaps we could think about...

well, going abroad somewhere.

HE SIGHS

Graham.

The point about today is that...

Well...

You and me, we spend
some time together.

Talk to each other.

Well, don't just sit there
and ignore me.

Look, Dad.

I don't want to
go away with you.

You're too old.

Never was that great, that's
why we stopped doing it.

Are you coming or not?

Look Brenda, I've told you,
I don't want to, got it?

Look, I want to go
back to the hotel, John.

Go back then!

I've got a splitting
headache all morning.

I don't wanna stay on the beach

and I don't wanna drive
Jenny back on my own.

Well, go and lie down.
I want to have a swim.

She can stay here with me.
I donno what the big deal is.

[indistinct]

I've been thinking.

Oh, not thinking.
It's our day off.

Well, listen, I've...
I've been wondering whether...

Oh, however I say this,
it's gonna come out wrong.

Well, why don't you put a
kiss-me-quick hat on first?

It's a sure cure for seriousness.

- I knew this doctor once...
- Oh, shut up!

Her very words.

Hey! You're making
a good job of that.

I know.

It's a lovely castle.

It's not finished yet.
It's going to be this big.

It's almost big enough to live in.

Don't be silly. The tide
washes it away every day.

Oh, right.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

Nick, before we commit ourselves
to a house we can't really afford...

we've got to decide if we're
doing the right thing.

Me with the practice,
and you in your job.

We've got to take
all that into account.

To make sure that
staying in Aidensfield

is what we should be doing.

I mean, Whitby isn't
that far from us, is it?

Is it?

Here, I'm going for another swim.
Here's some money for an ice cream.

BAND MUSIC INTENSIFIES

MUSIC FINISHES,
APPLAUSE

Why didn't you tell me before?

There wasn't anything to tell
until a couple of days ago.

And not even then, exactly.

So what is this job?

It's not a job.

It's amalgamating practices.

A version of the group practice
Sally's going into in York.

I don't want to work
in a city, Kate.

We wouldn't have
to live in the city.

I don't feel I'm doing the job I
should be doing in Aidensfield.

I need to be a doctor now.

And that means having the same
resources as everyone else.

And that means amalgamation.

Group practice.

We can't finance anything
on that scale.

But this Dr. Radcliffe can?

He's got the biggest
practice in Whitby.

But he can't handle it
all on his own just now.

So it's come at an ideal
time for both of us.

So we don't move to York,
but we do move to Whitby?

I haven't made any decision yet.

I haven't even answered his letter.

I thought I'd talk to
my husband first.

'Ey...

We've both got careers.

We can't expect either of them
to stay the same forever.

- Have you seen me daddy?
- No, I haven't.

- Have you lost him?
- Yeah.

- Where's your mummy?
- She went back to lie down.

She does that when they
shout at each other.

- What's your name?
- Jenny.

Well, why don't we
try and find him, eh?

Would he be by your sandcastle?

He's gone now.
I've looked for him everywhere.

Well, don't worry. We'll find him.

- Hey!
- Jenny!

- What are you up to?
- I want to look.

We need a thrupenny bit.
Have you got a thrupenny bit?

Yeah.

- Excuse me.
- We might see Daddy.

Go on, let her have a look.

BIRDS SQUAWKING ECHOES

What's wrong?

Someone in trouble.
Look after the little girl.

BAND PLAYS MUSIC

BAND PLAYS RULE BRITANNIA

- Excuse me. I need to use the phone.
- I'm making a call.

There's a man drowning!

BIRDS SQUAWKING ECHOES,
ROTARY DIAL TURNS

I think we got him.

There's nothing else you
could've done, Rowan.

I don't suppose he meant
to leave the little girl

for more than a few minutes.

But it's deceptive
when you're out there.

He just shouldn't have
swum out so far.

I know you did your best.

- I've had enough of this.
- Where are you going?

To get some fresh air.

Now, listen, you can come
with me, you can stop here,

or you can walk back home.

Please yourself.

♪ It's not time to make a change

♪ Just relax, take it easy

♪ You're still young,
that's your fault

♪ There's so much you have to know

♪ I was once like you are now

♪ And I know that it's not easy

♪ To be calm

♪ When you've found
something going on.

- Well, you could be fitter.
- Yeah.

GRAHAM EXHALES

Well, I'm glad you came up. Thanks.

Look at this view.

Well, sit down.

Your mother and me came
here when we were courting.

I loved your mother very much,
you know.

And she felt the same about me then.

- Yeah, that's history.
- Aye.

My history, hers...

yours.

Nah, nowt to do with me.

I don't know why you're bothering.
I'm a failure, right?

School, Mum, you.

And now Sergeant Blaketon's
son's been in court.

When your mother
and me started off...

we thought it would
all be like this.

And when things weren't right...

...we just pretended they would
come right by themselves.

And when they didn't...

...and the years went by...

...it was too late.

We didn't know each other any more.

- Was that my fault?
- No.

It was our fault.

I let her down,
we let each other down.

But most of all...

...we let you down.

And there's nothing
I can do about that.

Except say I'm sorry.

You know, I wasn't born
with sergeant's stripes on...

- whatever your mother might say.
- I know, Dad.

Well, we could try again.

♪ We can work it out

♪ And get it straight
or say good night

♪ We can work it out

♪ We can work it out... ♪

- Great.
- Brilliant.

- I got this for Alfred.
- Oh, aye?

Not a bad swap.
THEY LAUGH

- Oh, aye.
- 'Ey, Phil, don't worry about it.

- We won't say anything.
- I just hope they don't identify me.

- Ah, they won't.
- Well, mum's the word, eh?

- Aye, all right. Mum's the word.
- George.

- It'll be right.
- I hope so.

♪ Try to see it my way

♪ Only time will tell if I
am right or I am wrong

♪ While you see it your way

♪ There's a chance that we might
fall apart before too long

♪ We can work it out

♪ Life is very short

♪ And there's no time

♪ For fussing and fighting,
my friend... ♪

'Ey, he's earned that.
HE LAUGHS

♪ So I will ask you once again

♪ Try to see it my way

♪ Only time will tell if I
am right or I am wrong

♪ While you see it your way

♪ There's a chance that we
might fall apart before too long

♪ We can work it out

CHEERS AND APPLAUSE

♪ Baa, baa

♪ Gentleman songsters out on a spree

♪ Doomed from here to eternity... ♪

Good, good boy.

♪ Lord have mercy

♪ On such as we

♪ Baa, baa

♪ Baa. ♪
LAUGHTER AND CLAPPING

I'm reading about you
in the paper, Rowan.

There's an article here
in the Yorkshire Post

about the drowned man.

Mentions you.

And there's another piece.

A journalist seems to think
it humorous about a brawl

in an amusement arcade.

Started by a large fat man
with a smelly lurcher

who appeared to be using the
dog to fiddle one-armed bandits.

Unlikely.

"The owner took exception,
and a disturbance ensued."

"Lurcher and owner disappeared
with two accomplices."

"One of them claimed to be a constable
in the North Riding Constabulary."

Unlikely, in the extreme!

I don't know any constables

who are capable of aiding
and abetting a dog.

Do you, Bellamy?

Good morning.

Ready for inspection,
Sergeant Blaketon?

Ready and waiting, sir.

Now, before we start,

presumably you've heard what
happened in Whitby from Rowan.

- Very sad, sir.
- Mm.

There's also a scurrilous
article in the newspaper

about a fracas in an
amusement arcade.

A fracas, sir?

A man who claimed
to be a police officer.

Really, sir?

I assume no-one else was in
Whitby yesterday afternoon.

Well, I certainly wasn't, sir.
BLAKETON CHUCKLES

Shall we start with the paperwork?

Perhaps we should start with
the custody records, Sergeant.

Right, sir. This way.

Bellamy... cup of tea
for the inspector.

Yes, Sarge.

When are you going to
see this Dr. Radcliffe?

Wednesday.

Oh...

If we ever felt Aidensfield
wasn't right...

there are other villages.

We wouldn't have to
change what we want.

It's not going to be easy
to leave, though, is it?

I promised you a lot of things...

- but I never...
BOTH: ...said it would be easy.

You're right, though.

It's beautiful.