All language subtitles for Heartbeat (1992) - 04x06 - Nice Girls Dont.mjw60.English.HI.C.edit.Addic7ed.com

♪ Heartbeat.

♪ Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat.

♪ Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory?

Woo! Hey!

Good penalty kick.

Lucky for us it was your
left leg that got clobbered.

That were no penalty,
but a fair tackle.

The linesman's a copper,
so what did you expect?

Hear that Sarge?
Lad here says we cheated.

Anyone who knows me knows
I play strictly by the rules.

And you were lucky the ref
didn't send you to an early bath!

You all the same, you coppers.
You write your own rules!

You should apologise to the sarge!

Steady on, Little!
He's just a bad loser.

You wanna watch yourself, baby-face.

Baby-face?

- What do you mean 'baby-face'?!
- That is enough!

CHEERING AND WHISTLING

So when I came back
home a year ago...

...I never expected
to make the team,

let alone be captain
of the winning team!

CHEERING

Anyway, let's get down to the
real business of the evening.

The next round is
on the constabulary.

The girl of my dreams.

- Now, that's a nice tie.
- Thank you.

- Do you want a drink?
- I thought you'd never ask.

Excuse me, love.
Can we have a drink?

I'll have a Babycham.
And don't forget the cherry.

So, er, did you enjoy the match?

Hey! Just cos you're
buying me a drink,

doesn't mean you can put your
dirty great paws all over me.

Poor old Phil's not having
much luck tonight.

He's trying too hard.

Will you listen to the expert!

Service!

Speak up, won't you?

Aren't you going to
introduce yourself then?

Oh, this is Ted. I'm Neil.
And who are you, lovely?

I'm Gina.

PIGS SQUEALING AND COMMOTION

Go on, Cassius. Get them, boy.

Daft dog.

♪ Bill Bailey, won't you
please come home? ♪

CHEERING

Oh, come on, love, give us a song.

Hey, Kate. It's Gina.

♪ You're the only guy that I
need, and baby, you know it.

♪ You can make this beggar
a queen, a clown or a poet.

♪ Cos I got nothing to hide.

♪ Just a piece of mind.

I love you, Gina.

♪ Bend me, shape me,
anyway you want me.

♪ Long as you love me,
it's all right.

One from each team, eh?

At least she's impartial.

The more admirers the better, I say.

Come on, Sergeant Blaketon,
you haven't danced with me yet.

It's time this party was wound up.

RINGS

Hello. Ashfordly Police Station.

Oh, hello, Mr. Forbes.

Uh no, I can't come
out at the moment.

I'm all by myself, you see.
I'm holding the fort.

Well, I'll come out as soon
as my relief arrives.

I'm up to my eyes in paperwork
at the moment.

Hang on a minute,
I can't just drop everything.

Time, ladies and gentlemen!
Time, please!

- What's the matter?
- We're just getting going here.

What's the time?

Neil, you're local, see if
we can stay a bit longer.

It's a good thing your
Connie isn't here, Neil.

What the eye doesn't see, eh?

Gina? Gina?

You coming, or what?

Stop being a misery, Phil.

Right. We're off now, Gina.
Do you want a lift?

I've got me car, haven't I?

All right. Good night.

Kate.

See you, Nick.

- Well played, mate.
- Thank you.

I think you missed
your chance there.

Good night, Gina.
Good night, Phil.

Kate.

Yeah, I like the tie.
Very tasteful.

Come along.

I hope the excesses of tonight

won't lead to any laxity
in the morning, Rowan.

Eight, sharp!

Yes, Sarge.

How do you put up with him?

- Night.
- Night.

Oh, well played, Norman.

See you next week.

- Next week?
- Yeah, training.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I'll be there.

We might have won the cup but the
season's not over yet, you know.

Night.

Oh, no.

GROWLS AND BARKS

Hey, stop it!

Sorry.

Get him off! Get him off!

Cassius, get off!

Get up!

Get him off! Get him off of me!
I'm here to help!

Come along now.

Time all good people
were in their beds.

Hey! He's making
rude suggestions.

Come on, Gina. Come on.
Let's get you home.

Oh, spoilsport, Phil.
I'm only having a bit of fun.

Hey, hang on. Hang on.
What about me coat?

- Good night.
- Good night.

Great lass, that, eh? Great lass!

Aye, so is your Connie,
so don't get any silly ideas.

Hey, you mind your
own business, alright?

- Go home, Neil. Go home.
- Eh?!

Oh, strewth!

So it was a gang of men,
was it, Mr. Forbes?

Aye, to judge by the racket.

So how many piglets went missing?

That's what we've got to
find out, Mr. Ventress.

We've got to count 'em.

Right.

♪ You're the only guy that I need,
and, baby, you know it.

♪ You can make this beggar
a queen, a clown or a poet.

Come here. Come here.

SQUEALING

GRUNTS

Go away, will you?

CAR JUDDERS

God! Come on.

ENGINE STALLS

Please start.

Oh, go away!

ENGINE STALLS

Oh. Oh, God.

(SCREAMS)

SQUEALING

- Alfred!
- Shut up or you'll be bacon! Shut up!

Alfred.

(SOBBING)

CAR DRIVES OFF

Shut up, will you?
I've warned you once.

Stay there. Stop there.

Alfred, come on. Come on.

(SOBBING)

I don't know, but it
were definitely a girl.

She were running
down Whitby Road.

Well, you'd better
come with me, Claude.

What? I-I-I can't.

Cos I've got to whatsit, you know...

...do me hens up, cos of the fox,
you know how it is.

You can't miss it, though, it's right
at the back end of Ashfordly Hall.

Right. I'll get dressed.

She weren't half in a state.

I'll go too, then.

Have you got your truck with you?

Yeah. You wouldn't want
to be in that though.

My truck, its...
I've had all sorts in it.

You know, it... stinks.

All right then. We'll take my car.

Nick, I'm coming, too.

That's Gina's car.

Gina?!

I was fast asleep.

We found her car abandoned
on the bridge.

What's it doing on the bridge?

I don't know, George.

Gina?

Gina?

Gina, it's me, Kate.

Are you in there?

Nick's found your car on the bridge.

Are you all right?

Come on, Gina, open up.
What's going on?

George, let's leave
Kate to it, shall we?

Alright.

Listen, they've gone downstairs.

So let me in, there's a good girl.

Come on.

(SOBBING)

Gina, what happened?

I thought he was
going to kill me, Kate.

I thought he was going to kill me.

Assault with intent.

That's a very serious charge, Rowan.

I know, Sarge.

So we have a maniac
running around Aidensfield.

I want you and Ventress out
there now, trying to find him...

...before he strikes again.

- Yes, Sarge.
- And put your uniform on.

Can I use your phone, George?

What's the time?

(SNIFFS)

Ventress, what's that strange aroma?

Pig, Sarge.

Well, it makes a change from sheep.

Oh, hello, Ma'am.
Sorry to trouble you.

Hope I didn't get you out of bed.

No, not at all, Sergeant.
I'm always on duty.

Yes, of course you had to call me.

"Shall we come over to you, Ma'am?"

No. No, take her to Ashfordly.

In these cases I like to see
the girls on police premises.

And keep her exactly as she is.

No washing or changing of clothes.

I'll be there in half an hour. Bye.

So, Gina...

...are you sure you can't
give us a description?

You didn't recognise him? Anything.

I can't remember.

Don't leave me, Kate.

Of course I won't.

Here's your coat, love.

Sergeant Blaketon, couldn't
you take the statement?

Well I'm afraid not, Dr. Rowan.

It's rules and regulations.

It has to be a woman
police officer.

I believe it's known
as the gentle touch.

- Alf!
- What?

It's stupid, looking in the dark.

We might miss something.

What about her handbag?
Shall I take it?

Yeah, I should.

Oh, that's a nice tie.

Hey, Nick. I've found something.

That's Phil's.

- Phil's?
- Hmm.

What's it doing in Gina's car?

Inspector Murchison's arrived.

I just wanna go home
and have a bath.

And you'll be able to, as soon
as they've taken a statement.

They need to get the
details down straightaway

while it's fresh in your mind.

There's nothing in me mind.
It's blank.

Look Gina, I know it's hard,
but try to relax.

How can I? Stuck in a police cell.

It's not a cell.

Well, it feels like one.
And I feel like a ruddy criminal.

Have you removed her
clothing for Forensic?

It was only an attempt, Ma'am.

The man was interrupted.

Nevertheless, we go through
the motions, Sergeant.

It will concentrate her mind and
make her realise what she's in for.

I do know her, Ma'am.

Oh come on, Sergeant.

You've been in this
game long enough.

Sixty percent of girls who come
running to us crying rape are lying.

Well, having spoken to her, Ma'am,
I'm inclined to take her seriously.

Oh, I'm taking her seriously,
Sergeant, don't get me wrong.

But we'll do it by the book,
see if she cracks.

Look, Sergeant.

If this girl decides to name someone,
that's a man's whole life ruined.

We have to be sure, so we start
by being tough on the girl.

If you say so, Ma'am.

So what time did you arrive
at the Mermaid Inn?

- About seven.
- About seven.

- Yeah.
- And you stayed until?

Eleven.

Did you have anything to eat
during the course of the evening?

- No.
- And what were you drinking?

Babycham.

You're a barmaid yourself, I gather.

- Yeah.
- And something of a pop singer?

There's nowt wrong
with that, is there?

How many drinks did you have?

- Three.
- I don't believe you.

Come on, Miss Ward.

Four hours you were in that bar

and you tell me you only
had three Babychams?

Yes.

I suggest you had a great
many more than that.

I never!

You went home in a drunken state,

abandoned your car and
didn't want to call anybody

because you know that
drink-driving is an offence.

So you decided to make up lies
about someone attacking you.

No, someone did attack me.

He followed me when
me car wouldn't start.

I was miles from anywhere on me own!

Oh, how convenient,
no witnesses.

Yes, well, the man in
the car behind me...

If there ever was a man
in the car behind.

You're making this all up because you're
frightened of getting into trouble.

Look, I was attacked!

He grabbed me, we fell to the ground,
and then there was this noise.

What noise?

Well, a scream,
there was this terrible scream.

Oh, so there's someone else
being attacked now as well, yes?

I dunno, but it
frightened him off.

Funny. We've had no reports of anybody
else being attacked just you.

And no witnesses.

I don't believe this!

You're saying I made it all up
because you think I was drunk?

Is that what you're saying?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Excuse me, Ma'am.
Could I have a word?

Ah, Dr. Rowan, I like a full
medical examination, please,

and I'd like her clothing
handed in to Forensic.

Just a minute.
That girl is in a state of shock.

I think it is wrong that you should
treat her in such an aggressive manner.

The girl will be treated
as I see fit, Dr. Rowan.

That way, we'll establish the truth.
Sergeant!

Are you all right?

I knew it'd be like this.

That's why I didn't want to
report it in the first place.

In the girl's car?

Yes, Ma'am.

Obviously my men are not
suggesting that PC Bellamy

had anything to do with it.

Quite. Well, you'd better go
round and see him, hadn't you.

I would just like to place on record

that I know my men...

...and PC Bellamy would...

Oh and the girl said
that she heard screams

in the woods nearby
during the attack.

See if there's anything
in it, will you?

Yes, Ma'am.

It's routine procedure.

I'm sorry.

Alf.

Right. Why don't you
sit up on the table?

You've got a nasty bruise
coming up there.

Alright, let's get this clear.

You can't describe the man and you say
he didn't actually do anything to you

because he was frightened
off by a 'screaming noise'?

Yes.

Well, we're checking into that,
if there has been another assault.

We'll know it soon enough.
In the meantime,

regarding the attack on you, now,
we've only your word for it.

So let's go through what
you've told us so far.

You say you left the
pub on your own.

No. I said drove off on me own.

I left the pub with Phil,
Phil Bellamy.

We talked in the car park for a bit
and then I drove home on me own.

I'm sorry, could I asked you
to wait outside, please?

Just for a moment.

I'll be in the corridor.

Alright. Let's stop fooling
around, shall we, Gina.

Never mind the man following you

or the scream in the woods
which miraculously saved you.

What about PC Bellamy?

When I spoke to you before,

you didn't tell us about PC
Bellamy involvement, did you?

Of course, we hadn't at that
time, found his tie in your car.

- Sorry?
- His tie in your car!

There was never anybody
following you, was there, Gina?

There weren't any other
people in the woods.

The so-called attacker was
in your car all the time

and at your invitation.

- What?
- PC Bellamy.

You spent the evening flirting
with him and after closing time

you invited him for a drive in
your car out into the country.

No!
I didn't drive anywhere with him.

I suggest that you then led
him on and changed your mind.

Isn't that what really happened, Gina?

No! He just sat with me in the
car till the other bloke'd gone.

What other bloke?

A bloke in the pub.

So why did he take his tie off?

Because things were
hotting up, is that it, Gina?

A few witnesses in that pub were
saying you were asking for it.

You were asking for it,
weren't you, Gina?!

I'm getting out of this!

Why don't you stop wasting our time
and admit what really happened.

And then we can all go home!

Inspector Murchison...

I have to point out yet again

that this is not how victims
of a crime should be treated.

We're trying to get to
the truth, Dr. Rowan.

And these are tried and tested ways.

Then it's time they were changed!

Look, I've got a terrible head.

I can't take all of this in.

I mean, I came straight home.

All right, Bellamy.
Just tell me this.

Where's that lurid tie you
were wearing in the pub?

It's here somewhere, Sarge.

- Is this it?
- Yeah. Where did you find it?

It was found in Gina Ward's car,

which she abandoned
on the Aidensfield Road.

And where, she says,
some bloke attacked her.

Me? You think I attacked Gina?!

No, course we don't, Phil.

If it was in her car,

it must have fallen out my
pocket when I sat with her.

Go on.

Everybody was having a go
at me about it, so I took it off.

After closing time,

Gina asked me to wait
with her to make sure

this other fella didn't
bother her in the carpark.

What other fella?

The one who was making a lot of
fuss about the penalty kick, Sarge.

He'd been making a pest
of himself all evening.

He's been asking her if she wanted
to take him for a drive in her car.

Things like that.

What was his name?

Um... Neil something.

Uh Gibson. Neil Gibson.

Where does he live?

Whitby.

Alright Bellamy, get your comms on.

I'll radio the Inspector,
tell her we've got a breakthrough.

No, I can't test the girl,
Sergeant Blaketon.

She's been send home
on doctor's orders.

Send Rowan to Whitby now.

We'll pull Constable Little
in to accompany him.

There's no time to be lost.

Bring Bellamy here,
I want to talk to him.

Ventress!

Yes, Inspector Murchison wants
him brought in for questioning.

This is it.

I was going to speak to him here.

No, she told me to tell you that she's
on her way from Ashfordly now.

And she wants the interview
conducted at Whitby Police Station.

Who is it?

Mr. Gibson?

Oh, police. What do you want?

Could you come down
here a minute, please sir?

CONNIE:
What've you done this time, Neil?

Nothing!

Do you know what time it is?

- Mrs. Gibson?
- Yeah.

Can we come inside, please?

I've got bairns upstairs
trying to sleep.

Well, we need to ask your
husband a few questions.

Now, it might be less trouble
if he came down to the station.

What is all this?!

Questions about what?

What are you accusing
him of, for God's sake?

We'll explain everything
down at the station.

You'll explain now or
I'm closing this door!

Alright. You're under suspicion
for an attack on a young girl.

What?!

Mr. Gibson. I suggest
you come quietly!

What have I done to you?

Why are you trying to
pin something... aargh!

You're the scum of
the earth, Gibson!

The scum of the earth!

Gina...

...let me call your mother.

No.

Just a quick call?

Uncle George, no!

- Mr. Ward?
- Yes?

This is it, lads.

You must be her dad.

You had better talk a bit of sense
into that daughter of yours, Mr. Ward!

I mean, it'd be a great shame if your
pub caught fire, wouldn't it, eh?

I mean, a nice place like this.

Look, she's not my
daughter, she's...

- She's a lying...
- Gina, Gina!

Are you Gina Ward?

Yeah! And who the hell are you?!

I'm Neil's wife, that's who I am,
you lying tart.

- You lying cow!
- What?

Connie, get back in the van.

I tell you something else.

He wouldn't look twice
at a little tart like you.

I'll tell you something, as well.

If our Neil ain't out of
that nick in one hour,

we are coming back, right.

That's it, Uncle George.

I've had enough.
Come on, get inside, quick.

Your breakfast.

I asked four hours
ago for a solicitor.

When we're ready, Gibson.
When we're ready.

I saw you in that pub, Gibson.

Men like you make me sick.

Just going off duty, Ma'am.

Giving our friend here his breakfast.

The girl won't be in till later
this morning, Mr. Gibson.

I'm afraid you'll have to wait till then.

I'm dropping the charges.

- You can't do that, Gina.
- Look, I can and I'm going to.

We've got a man at
Whitby police station.

All you have to do is identify.

I'm sorry.

But you can't just change
your mind, Gina.

Everyone's involved,
the CID, Forensic. George.

I don't care, Nick.

We could get a conviction, Gina.

Oh yeah. And what
will that involve, eh?

It'll be like last night,
only worst, won't it?

People asking me questions,
picking nails with me character.

Accusing me of being a liar.

People calling round here
and threatening me,

making me Uncle George ill.

Forget it Nick, just forget it!

Are we ready?

Gina wants to drop
the charges, Ma'am.

I knew it.

I knew she was lying.

We'll never know now whether
Gibson's guilty or not.

If Gina Ward won't co-operate... no.

So the whole thing is
just left up in the air.

Precisely. Without her
there's no police case.

It's marvellous, isn't it?

She keeps us up all night.

She gets half the North
Riding constabulary

running around the country
like the Keystone Cops.

Then she chickens out.

And what about me?

What about you?

Where does that leave me, Sarge?

(SIGH) Bellamy, sit down.

I'd just like you to know that
not for a single moment

did any of us think it was you.

And if you think we did, you're even
stupider than I thought you were.

Besides, she'd make mincemeat
out of you, wouldn't she?

So, just get back to work and
stop feeling sorry for yourself.

I'll not refer to this matter again.

Yes, Sarge.

Ventress, what the 'eck
do you think you're doing?

It's pig muck, Sarge.

I've been up to Forbes's place again.

You should have wash it
off at Forbes's place!

I make my tea in there!

Well, there's a tap
in the yard. Use it!

We can't leave it like
this, you know, Phil.

No, we can't.

People are just going to
remember my tie and her car...

I don't care about your stupid tie.
I'm talking about Gina.

Now if we do drop this case,

then people are definitely going
to think she's making it up.

Gibson gets off scot-free.

Are you're quite sure she
won't change her mind?

Yeah.

The thing is, if it is Gibson,
he's on the Whitby patch.

We could always have a quiet
word with Norman Little,

see if he could help.

How come we never get
more than ten for training?

It's not a bad turnout, considered.

It was a shame we had to let Gibson
go, ain't it, after all that hard work.

So near and yet so far.

Well, the thing is, Norman, I think we
can still get him anyway, without Gina.

That's if we can get some
help from your end.

He'll go far, this lad.

Yeah, well, it's the principle
of the thing, isn't it?

The man shouldn't get away with it.

Oh, I'm not disagreeing with you.

It's just that Inspector
Murchison reckons

we've wasted enough
time on this, as it is.

So, it'll just have to
be unofficial, that's all.

Oh, she's a cracking pig.

Just what you wanted. Large white,
nine weeks old, out of a prize sow.

- Eh, she's to be pedigree, mind.
- Oh, don't worry about that.

I'll fetch the papers
when I bring her over.

Shan't I come with you, then?

No, no. It's best
if I go on me own.

cos he'll put the price up if he knows
it's you, you know what I mean.

By the way, he'll wants cash.
And it'll be seven quid.

I only want it for the missus.

It's not a bad swap!

Now look, don't worry, don't worry.
I'll sort something out.

But pigs like that don't
grow on trees, you know.

Gina, give us a
couple more, will ye?

Mr. Stallybrass has just
bought his wife a birthday.

Was it summat I said?

Oh, take no notice of her, Claude.

It were that business
with that fella last week.

When they find him he wants gelding.

Aye, a two-brick job an' all.

Oh, thanks. I'm starving.

They're cold now.

Oh, right.

How was training?

All right.

Did you get your paperwork done?

Yeah.

Look, I had to stay late.

There's so much to do,
running two surgeries.

That's alright, Kate.

I like sitting in the car
in the freezing cold

eating me supper out
of an old newspaper.

I'm sorry.

So are we going to
pop in on the Mermaid?

Yeah, if you don't mind.

No, I think it's important that we do.

I know Gina's telling the truth.

Thanks for the chips.

Aye, I'd heard it'd been dropped.

And I'm not best pleased,
I can tell you.

Not getting to the bottom of that
is harming my trade, so it is.

Well, surely nobody blames you.

The attack took place
over at Aidensfield.

Aye, if it took place at all.

I'm sorry?

Well, I reckon she made
the whole thing up.

Excuse me, I was with her
all night after it happened

and I'm sure she didn't!

Yeah, all right, Kate.

Well, it's getting my pub a
bad name, I do know that.

The lasses are scared
to come in here now

in case this phantom rapist strikes.

And it's thrown my
barmaid right out.

What, Lizzie?

Uh. Ever since this happened
she's been a bag of nerves

imagining things.

Thinking there's people
following her, going home.

Thinking there's this car behind her.

Really?

Nothing's happened.
It's all in her mind.

Has she reported it to anyone?

Oh, aye. We had a long
chat with a pal of yours,

uh Norman... Little.

He thought same as I did,
it were nerves.

Can I have a word with Lizzie?

She went home 20 minutes ago.

Norman suggested she went
home early for a week or two,

just till she'd calmed down a bit.

Can you give me her address?

Why did they automatically
assume it was nerves?

- I don't know.
- Why would leaving early help?

I don't know. To avoid all the
drunks at closing time, I suppose.

There seems to be this
assumption amongst men

that if a woman says she's
been attacked, she's lying.

And if she says she's
been followed, it's nerves.

Maybe. Maybe Gina and
Lizzie are telling the truth.

Kate, you are preaching
to the converted.

We're to go and see
Lizzie now, aren't we?

If she left the pub 25 minutes
ago, she should be back by now.

She could've bumped into
a friend or something.

Gibson only lives a few streets away.

Shall we go and check if he's at home?

Well, I don't know
what that's gonna prove.

To prove he's not
out following Lizzie.

Well, we only think it might be Gibson.
What if it's not him?

Then Lizzie could still be in danger.

She can't be far.

♪ FOLK MUSIC COMING FROM PUB

- Hold on a minute.
- Hmm?

That's Lizzie, isn't it?

- Where?
- In the gap.

Wait there.

Lizzie?

(SCREAMS)

It's alright, Lizzie.
Alright, it's alright.

Look, I'm a police officer.
Look, look.

It's all right, Lizzie.

Nick Rowan, Aidensfield police.
Remember me?

- Is this where you live?
- Yes.

It's alright.
I really am a police officer.

There was somebody following me.

Yeah I know. Whoever
it was has run off now.

So why don't you go inside,
lock your doors and windows

and I'll call round first
thing tomorrow, okay?

It's all right, Lizzie.

(SCREAMS)

(LOUD SCREAMS)

(FRENZIED SCREAMS)

It's really important.

I can't go through with it, Kate.

All you have to do is
walk down the line.

Nothing can happen to you.

Last night attack was serious.

The police really need to
know about other offences

so they can make a
strong case against him.

Yeah, but I can't remember him.

I mean, he might not
even be the same man.

- But if he is...
- Gina, you ready?

It's all right, Gina.
It's all right.

Don't worry.
Just take all the time you need.

I'll be with you.

You have to touch him on the
shoulder, Gina, so there's no doubt.

I thought I wouldn't know him,
but I did. As soon as I saw him.

He was in the rugby team.
He was, wasn't he, Nick?

A policeman!

You didn't believe me and all the
time, it was one of your own man!

Gina, let me explain...

You made me feel like
I'd done summat wrong.

- Gina...
- No! I don't want excuses, Nick.

It was a policeman,
and that just makes me sick.

It does.

Well, I'm going back home.

I'm going back to Liverpool.

Alright Mr. Stallybrass, here she is.
What do you think?

Well, where's her
pedigree papers then?

They're whatsit...
they're like in the post.

You know, they've got to have
the breeder's stamp, you see.

Shut up! What do you think?
Do you want her or not?

- Aye. All right.
- Yeah, right.

Come on in and have a drink.
It's on me.

- Aye, okay.
- She's getting a bit restless.

Shut the door, that's a good lad.

Stay there. Stay there!

Look, a pig.

Look at that.

Now then George,
how are you going?

What's the matter with you?

Gina just phoned from Whitby, Claude.
She's going back to Liverpool.

- How am I going to manage?
- Ah, you'll be alright.

I'll get you a drink.
What you'll have?

- Uh...
- Hang on. Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Come 'ere! Come 'ere!

Hey you!

What do you mean?

Look, how old are you?

No, we've got to tell him!

Cos making silly phone calls to
police stations can get you in a...

I ask you.

Running round outside
the Aidensfield Arms...

...a piglet?

(LAUGHS)

- Give us a pint, George.
- Hang on.

Come on, Gina,
we're dying of thirst.

Look, you're not going
to change my mind.

I'm going. Uncle George'll manage.

He'll need help, Gina.

And he can get some.

There's loads of girls around
here would love to do the bar.

But you're his family.

- He's very fond of you, you know.
- Oh, stop it, will you?

I never came here permanent, did I?

- Just to get through me probation.
- Gina.

- Did you hear about PC Little?
- No.

Turns out he may have done a whole
string of assaults in the Tyneside area.

- Yeah?
- Everyone's very grateful to you, Gina.

Especially Inspector Murchison.

In fact, she sent you these over...

...to say sorry for
being so hard on you.

Come on, Gina, don't go.

And did you know that
Phil has got two tickets

for the Small Faces
on Saturday night.

Does he, now?

SQUEALING

Nick, give us a hand, will you?
Has anyone got a box or something?

Where did you get that from, Alf?

Across the road,
in the garage.

Isn't that yours, Claude?

Not mine. No.
Nowt to do with me.

No, I can't stand pigs.
They bring me out in a rash.

No, this is one of
Forbes's beggars.

But I saw him chasing
it down the road earlier.

Went missing a few nights ago.

SQUEALING

That's it! That's the scream
I heard in the woods!

Give us a hand, lads.

Mmm, watch out!

Hey, I tell you what.

It won't be like this in
Liverpool, you know.

♪ Heartbeat.

♪ Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me? ♪

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