All language subtitles for Heartbeat S04EP07 Trouble im mind

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

Stalls.

Stalls.

Oh, you again is it, love?

We saw you last night, didn't we?

Is that any of your
business, may I ask?

Well, excuse me!

Two, please. Back row.

- Yes?
- Helen?

Mrs. Parker. Does she live here?

Parker? No.

A family of that name
did live here once

but that was years ago.

Do you know where they live now?

No. Sorry.

You kept looking at that woman.

- Oh, it's my favourite film now.
- Yeah, I bet it is now.

Oh, no!

'Ey up!

I didn't see you two
lovebirds in there.

Where were you sitting,
on the back row?

No, we're getting too old for that.

You want to know the plot!

Some complete stranger
comes up and offers to do

a bit of villainy for you if you do a
bit for him in return. Handy that!

He wanted a rich father shooting,
not a couple of pheasants.

Oh, but I mean it's
the principle, ain't it?

I mean, there's no motive,
it's the perfect crime!

But you don't have a wife who
needs bumping off, Claude.

- Or do you?
- No.

But I've got a barn that's worth more
knocked down than standing up.

I reckoned if I were to have a word
with some complete stranger,

I could give the insurance
company a thumping.

- Alright. Good night, then.
- Aye, good night.

Time, gentlemen, please!

Now, come on lads, come on.

Time, please!

Oh, I'm sorry, sir! Towels are up!

TELEPHONE

Look at my shoes!

Aidensfield police.

Oh, hello, George.

Yeah, hang on.

Kate, it's George.

Hello, George.

What have you done with him?

Right, I'll be down straight away.

Someone's taken ill at the pub.

Do you want me to drive you?

Yeah. You turn the car,
I'll get my bag.

Right.

I can't stay here.

Relax, Mr. Parker.

I'm all right.

With a temperature running
this high, you're anything but.

Have you a place to stay?

No. I just got here.

Well, we've got to get you bedded
down and out of those damp clothes.

Have a word with George,
will you, Nick?

How is he?

Well, he ain't too clever, George.

Kate says he should be in bed.

He's got nowhere to stay.

Gina's away, but I
suppose I can manage.

Thanks, mate.

How well do you know him?

Dennis Parker used to live here.

Left six or seven years ago.

Has he got any family here?

Used to, missus and a kid.
But they moved away.

Hardly surprising seeing as how Dennis
ran off and left them both high and dry.

Ventress!

Yes, sarge?

Question.

When was the last time you
looked at the unsolved case file?

- Oh...
- Just as I thought!

Bellamy?

Rowan?

Answer, haven't a clue!

We've had no cause
to, have we, Sarge?

In other words,
"Out of sight, means out of mind"!

Which is how Inspector
Murchison reads the situation.

But we think she's got it wrong.
Don't we, Ventress?

Oh... yes, sarge.

And why do we think that, Ventress?

Well uh...
we keep the unsolved case file...

...under constant review, sarge?

Exactly, Ventress.

So uh...

take it out and
start reviewing it...

...constantly!

And you two,
get back to the real work.

You're police!

So police!

That's better.

We've seem to have nipped the
infection in the bud, Mr. Parker.

How long before I'm up and about?

You need at least
another day in bed.

How long are you planning
to stay in Aidensfield?

I don't know.

I came here hoping
to find my family.

When did you last see them?

Not since I left.

If you chose not to contact them
before, why is it so important now?

It was no choice of mine.

I'm not sure you'll believe this.

I can hardly believe it myself.

A few days ago I found
myself wandering about,

somewhere down South.
Don't ask me how I came to be there.

What I'm trying to say is...

...the last seven
years of my life...

...is a total blank.

So he lost his memory.
Forgot everything about his life here?

And then suddenly seven years
later, his memory's restored.

Only he can't remember where
he's been or what he's been doing?

I think he's telling
you stories, Kate.

Anything's possible with amnesia.

Having said that,
it sounds unlikely.

We'll see.

So what're you going to do?

Try to find his family, for a start.

Yeah well, if they did lived here

it's probably on Alex's
old patient list.

How clever of me to
have married a copper!

Come on, come on, son.
Come on.

Mr. Greengrass?

Who are you?!

A stranger, Mr. Greengrass.
As in "Strangers On A Train".

So what you're saying is,

you'll put a match to my barn
while I'm nowhere about...

For which you'll collect
hundreds in insurance.

Yeah, but then you expect me to do
the same thing to your workshop

in return?

Like I said, there'll be no motive,
nothing to connect us.

I don't believe I'm
hearing some of this.

Are you sure you're not been
let out from somewhere?

It'll work, believe me.

How do I know you're
not just mental?

I'm a very intelligent
man, Mr. Greengrass.

I could have gone to university.

But I did my duty to the
family business instead.

Well, now it's time to move on.

And that takes money.

I could probably get arrested,
you know, just for listening to you.

You want that insurance
money, don't you?

Yeah, yeah, of course I do, but...

It's a deal, then?

Hey, hey, hang on.

You do what you flaming like!
But leave me out of it.

As far as I'm concerned,
we've never even met!

Now you'd better get on your bike
before I forget my manners!

As you say, we've never met.

Goodnight, Mr. Greengrass!

Looks like gardening stuff.

Yes. I've sat here hours trying to
think how I came to have them.

The name Selby mean anything?

No.

And you've got nothing else,
no other possessions?

Sorry, that's it.

When did you first remember about
Aidensfield and your family, Mr. Parker?

I'd been walking...
I don't know how long.

Haven't the first idea where I'd
come from, where I was going.

Anyway, I saw this newspaper,

checked the date and
I couldn't believe it.

Seven years of my life gone!

And that's when you
came back here, is it?

Yes.

What was the newspaper?

It's the Oxford Times.

Well, that's a start, I suppose.

How long's he been missing?

Seven years.

And he's claiming
total loss of memory?

I've got Alf's checking through
Missing Persons now.

Failing that, I thought I'd circulate
his details in the Oxford area.

I thought the name
Parker rang a bell!

Dennis Parker, age 43,
The Hollies, Aidensfield.

Did you find him on
Missing Persons?

No, Wanted Persons.

Loss of memory, eh?

(CHUCKLES)
He'll be lucky!

- Hello.
- Is Parker still here?

Ya. What's wrong?

I've got to arrest him, Kate.

Arrest him?! What for?

Well, he went missing leaving more
than just a wife and kid behind.

He also left an employer
short of 800 quid.

He's wanted for embezzlement, Kate.

Alf!

Dennis Parker, sarge.

Uh right, Constable Rowan has
explained the nature of the charge?

Yes.

You are entitled to have legal
representation, Mr. Parker.

I asked Dr. Rowan to be with me.

Yeah, right. If you'd like
to come this way, please.

Excuse me.

- Dr. Rowan.
- Yes?

Can you prove he's suffering
from loss of memory?

It's not provable, not
in the sense you mean.

So he could be faking it?

In my opinion, he
should be believed.

And in my opinion, Mr. Parker would not
be the first to claim loss of memory

when charged with
a criminal offence.

I'm a doctor, Sergeant,
not a lawyer.

In May 1958, you were employed
by Hainsworth Textile Mill.

Is that correct?

Yes.

What were your duties there?

I worked in the office.
In accounts.

On the May 16th 1958, you collected
the weekly payroll from the bank.

Do you remember that?

Yes.

You collected the payroll,
left the bank...

And what happened then, Mr. Parker?

Well, I went outside.

"There was a fair bit of
traffic on the high street."

"A car came driving up and stopped."

"A man in the back opened the
window, asked me something."

"I moved..."

"...bent to speak to him."

That's all I remember.

That was seven years ago, Mr. Parker.

Where have you been all that time?

I don't know.

Mr. Parker says he
remembers nothing

until he found himself
hitchhiking to Aidensfield.

Well, you must have lived somewhere,
had some sort of job.

I know. But it's a complete blank.

So you claim you've no idea what
became of your employer's money?

I didn't steal it.

Quite sure about that, are we?

Yes.

So you claim you've no idea what
happened after you left the bank?

If that's so, how do you
know if you stole it or not?

You give us no choice but to
pursue prosecution, Mr. Parker.

You'll be kept here overnight and
you'll be in court in the morning.

Look, I came here
to find my family,

sort my life out,
not end up in prison!

Rowan, lock him up!

How's it going?

The more you learn about amnesia,
the more complicated it becomes.

So what might have caused it?

Well it can be a stroke,
but in Parker's case it wasn't,

which suggests a head
injury of some kind.

Why?

Well, I think he might have been
the victim of a wage snatch.

That wouldn't entirely explain
a seven-year total memory loss.

He'd have moments of recall.

Is that what it says in your books?

Yeah.

He may not want to remember.

He could be trying to suppress
something he doesn't want to confront.

Like stealing his employer's
payroll, maybe?

No, it'd be a deeper
fear than that, Nick.

And subconscious, he'd be
completely unaware of it.

TELEPHONE

Aidensfield police.

Well, have you called
the fire brigade?

It's all right.
I know where he'll be.

Thanks.

First one was 11-2.

The other two beat the short end.
It nearly came to fourteen quid!

Claude, you'd better get home quick.

If it's burglars,
I hope they leave summat.

Your house is on fire.

Here, hang on!

I thought you said it was my house!

Well, whoever called
must have got it wrong.

Still, you got your wish, Claude.

You lose a barn,
get a fortune in insurance money.

Yeah.

You're next in court, Mr. Barnes.

Now remember, you're on bail.

You need to report to Aidensfield
police station once a day,

and if you leave the village,
you let me know, okay.

I understand. I'm really
grateful for all you've done.

You will let me know if you hear
anything from Helen and Joanna?

Of course.

What happens next?

Well it all hinges on
that missing payroll.

If we could prove it ended up with
someone else, he's in the clear.

If not...

- Morning.
- Good morning.

Rowan!

Take a look at that.

A fire officer found it
in Greengrass's barn.

It's a bunch of leather
thongs dipped in paraffin.

I can smell it, sarge.

And if we add that to the fact that
his barn was heavily insured,

we've got him!

Yeah, but Greengrass was
nowhere near his barn.

The innocence of youth!
Go, seek him out.

Put the skids under him.
I want his hide!

This fire was started deliberately.

Hey. I hope you're not suggesting
I had nowt to do with it.

You said the other night you
wanted this place done in.

That were just me talk.

I mean, anyroad, you know I
was nowhere near the place.

Just a coincidence, was it?

Look, this farm was the centre
of my antiques business!

I've lost everything.

Mr. Greengrass?

It all depends who's asking.

Your insurance assessor.

Oh, how do you do, sir?
Very nice to meet.

Right. Well, thanks very
much, Constable Rowan.

And I'm sure you and your
colleagues will get the culprits

and when you do, you'll see
that justice is seen to be done!

If you'd like to come and...

I'm afraid it's left me
a bit devastated, this.

Nick, I've found Mrs. Parker
and her daughter!

- Oh, where's she living?
- Middlesbrough.

Alex sent her medical
file to a Dr. Chapman.

- He's just around me.
- Alright.

She's working part-time
in a local school.

Well I'll have to interview her.

Ya, I know. But I'd like
to talk to her first.

You know, the informal approach.

She might not want to know.

Ah well, I'd like to try and
persuade her to see him.

Phil,

look, the day Parker went missing

there's a report of a stolen car.

Yeah, well we get enough
of them to paper a palace.

Yeah, well if you look
a bit further down.

There a report of the same car

chased down the A1 and stopped by
the Leicester and Rutland police.

Yeah, um... PC Rowan, North Riding.

Who is the best person
to speak to in Records?

Rowan! I've just arranged for
you to see Parker's employer.

Right, sarge.

Yeah, I want to speak to the
Leicester and Rutland police.

- Mrs. Parker?
- Yes?

My name's Kate Rowan.
I'm the village doctor in Aidensfield.

Aidensfield?

I understand you
used to live there?

Yes, but that was years ago.

Can I come in for a minute?

I've got some information
about your husband.

You made that statement seven
years ago, Mr. Hainsworth.

Anything you like to add to it?

Not really.

Dennis lost his memory, you say?

So he claims.

What was he like
when he worked here?

Keen, ambitious.

You know, a driven sort of a chap.

This maybe what tripped him
up in the end, I reckoned.

Why's that?

A question of wanting too much.

Things he took on on
the wages I could pay,

bound to end in tears.

Well, did you know of
any financial problems?

Obligations, more like.

Expensive house, smart car,

private schooling for his youngster.

Was he the kind of man to have stolen
your firm's money, Mr. Hainsworth?

He married way up the social ladder.

Well, there's nothing
wrong with that,

not if you've got the
means to support it.

But he didn't.

So, work it out for
yourself, Constable.

Has he said where he's
been all these years?

He can't remember.

The last seven years seem
to be a complete blank.

And he's been arrested, you say?

Yes. But he's out on bail.

What does he want
from us, Dr. Rowan?

Initially, just to see you.

After the mess he's
made of our lives?

I know it can't have
been easy for you.

Do you?

Do you know what it's
like to lose everything?

Home, possessions,
security, self-respect,

even the basic means
to support your child?

No.

It meant starting again.

Learning to provide.

I wasn't trained for it, you see.

You seemed to have
managed very well.

Fortunately, I was sufficiently
educated to teach languages.

I'm home, Mum!

I'm starving!

I won't be long, Joanna.

I'm glad I've seen her.

Your husband's bound to ask.

He nearly broke her heart!

She was inconsolable.

And I was left...

trying to explain to her why her
father had suddenly abandoned her!

Look, I'm here solely as
your husband's doctor.

All I can say is that he has a
desperate need to see you both.

What's the point?

If he thinks he can blindly
stroll back into our lives!

Anyway, it's Joanna
I have to consider.

It's not fair to put her
through it all again.

Maybe you should
discuss it with her.

She's bound to find out
her father's returned.

And I'm sure she'd want to hear
it from you, not strangers.

♪ "Joanna": Scott Walker

♪ Joanna

♪ I can't forget the
one they call Joanna

♪ We owned the summer
hand in hand

♪ Joanna

♪ And now she's always

♪ Just a tear away!

♪ Goodbye, you

♪ You long-lost summer leaving me

♪ Behind you

♪ Repeating things for
lovers that may find you

♪ I still hang on to
every word that day

♪ You passed my way

♪ Joanna

♪ You make the man a child again

♪ So sweetly

♪ He breathed your smile,
looked in your eyes completely

♪ And on his heart

♪ There's still a trace of you

♪ I love you

♪ But nothing in this world
could make you mine

♪ Yet, still in time

♪ Joanna ♪

TELEPHONE RINGING

CJ Greengrass and Company.
Can I help you?

Who is this?

Harold Jenkins, Mr. Greengrass.

"Now look here, you!"

It's all right! No-one saw me.

I never heard that!

And I don't know what
you're talking about?

"We're in the clear, Mr. Greengrass."

So all you have to do now is to take
down my details and do as we agreed.

"I never agreed owt!"

If I find you saying I did,
I'll have your guts for garters.

Now just leave me alone, right!

I've left my address
and phone number.

She'll contact me if
she changes her mind.

What do you think she'll do?

I don't know.

What else did she tell you?

Enough for me to know that

you had serious problems
before you left Aidensfield.

Did you ever discuss your
financial problems with your wife?

They were my problems, not hers.

You felt she might
not have understood?

It was up to me to
do right by Helen.

Provide what she expected.

And what did she expect,
do you think?

She sacrificed everything to marry me.

Family, friends,

the kind of life that come from
never having to think about money.

She must've thought
you were worth it.

Maybe, but I didn't want her to
lower her sights on account of me.

I couldn't match what
she'd left behind, but I tried.

Maybe you tried too hard.

If you'd talked it over with her...

Huh! Tell the woman I
loved that I've failed her?

Tell her that everything we had
was about to going under?

That would've destroyed her!

A good marriage is more
than possessions, Mr. Parker.

It's also respect, Dr. Rowan.

Helen couldn't love a
man she didn't respect!

- Hello, love.
- Hello.

Well, Mr. Parker, I've just
had a call from your wife.

She and your daughter are
coming to visit you tomorrow.

Now I've arranged for
you to meet at our place.

I thought you'd have a bit more
privacy there. I hope that's aright?

Oh, yes. Yes.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Everything all right?

Right um... I'll just...

TYPEWRITING

More cake, Joanna?

What do you say, Joanna?

Thanks.

I'll leave you to it, then.

Are you coming home with us, Dad?

A few things to sort
out here first, love.

It's not the kind of trouble
I'd want for you.

Or your mum.

The money they say you took...

You're not a thief, are you, Dad?

The police say I took it.

I don't think I could
do something like that.

But the real truth,
to answer your question,

I just don't know.

Bye, Dad.

Take care, Joanna.

There's still a lot more
to be said, Helen.

I'm sorry, love. For everything.

I'm sure you are.

But then, there's a lot to be
sorry for, isn't there, Dennis?

No cash bags, bank receipts,
stuff like that?

Just the cash.

What happened to the two men?

Right. No. No, thanks,
you've helped a lot. Bye.

Sarge!

The day Parker went missing

there was a report of a
stolen car in Ashfordly.

It was picked up on the A1 and
stopped near Oakham in Rutland.

Well, what's this got
to do with Parker?

Well, the two men in
it were known villains.

They were carrying a pile of cash,
total value, 800 quid.

And that's the same amount
Parker was carrying.

Well is there anything
to tie it in with Parker?

You know, like a money bag,
or a bank wrapper?

Well, no, Sarge.
But they could've ditched it.

So let's just say
they did the snatch,

roughing up Parker in the process.

In which case, he'd have been found
in Ashfordly, suffering from amnesia.

And he weren't.

It won't wash!

Come on, son!

Alfred! Come 'ere.

Come on!

Come on, son.
Psst, psst, here boy!

KNOCK AT DOOR

It has to be a wait and snatch.

If we can prove Parker was bundled
into that car and driven off...

Oh, hello.

Sorry to disturb you.

That's all right. Go through.

- Hello, Mr. Parker.
- Hello there.

Mr. Rowan, would it be allowed
for me to live in Middlesbrough

you know, until my case comes up?

Oh, yeah, as long as you've got a fixed
address to report to your local station.

Helen phoned me.

She wants me there
with her and Joanna.

That's great!

It doesn't mean anything as yet, not
so far as Helen and me are concerned.

She's doing it for Joanna's sake.

Ashfordly police.

Yes, he's here. Hold on.

Nick! Hampshire police.

About that flyer you
sent out on Parker.

Oh right.

Hello.

A positive identification?

Yeah, hold on.

When did she...

When did she report it?

Right.

And what's her connection?

I see.

No, yeah, right.

Thanks for letting me know.

A woman in Hampshire
positively identifies Dennis Parker.

Oh, that's one up then, isn't it?

Well it helps us, whether
it does the same for him...

She's claiming to be his wife.

Alfred!

Alfred!

Where are you, you daft ha'p'orth?

Alfred!

Alfred!

You're sure it isn't
mistaken identity?

Her name's Selby, Kate,
the same name in Parker's jacket.

If his amnesia's genuine,
he won't remember her.

If it's genuine. What if it's not?

It not only clears him of this,

it also clears him of the
little problem of bigamy.

Look, we know he was under enormous
pressure before he left Aidensfield.

Let's say he was attacked.

The two combined could bring
on long-term amnesia.

Yeah or maybe he just decided to
leg it with his employer's money.

I don't believe he deliberately
abandon his wife and child.

He finds it impossible to
cope with so he takes off.

He marries someone else,
and then does it all over again.

Come on, that makes him into
some sort of emotional psychopath!

He's not like that.

Well we'll see what Mrs.
Selby thinks about all this.

She'll be arriving here tomorrow.

Helen.

Come in.

Hello.

Ah, not you again!

That's reet. And don't hang up,
not till you've heard.

Look, look, look,
why don't you go away.

I've got better things to do than
messing about wi' nutcases like you.

You want your dog back, don't you?

You what? Oh, you've got him,
have you? Now listen here, you!

KNOCK AT DOOR

What do you want?

Oh. I'm sorry to trouble you,
but I need your help.

What, you lost your way home?

No, no, it's Alfred.
He's been kidnapped.

WHINING

WHIMPERING

And he'll give Alfred back if you
agree to commit a criminal act?

Yeah. He's a right nutcase!

How do you know him?

He were at t'pictures the other night.

You know, when I saw you and
your missus watching that

"Strangers on a Train".

You'd never met him before?

No, he's a complete stranger.

What does he do?

Oh, he's got a cobbler shop
summat in Ashfordly.

And what exactly does
he want you to do?

He wants me to burn his shop down.
I mean, can you believe it?

Oh yeah. Especially if he'd
already burnt down your barn.

How do you mean?

Just like the film, ain't it?
You scratch mine and I'll scratch yours.

I don't know nowt about that!

Someone deliberately burned
down your barn, Claude.

And you're twitching.

So do you wanna
tell me the truth?

SHOP BELL

Mr. Jenkins?

Yes.

Alright, you.
What have you done with Alfred?!

Alfred?

Alfred!

WHINING

Alfred? Come on, son!

Come on.

Come to your daddy!

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

What's this all about, constable?

You're in trouble, old son.

And I don't just mean stealing a dog.

I'm talking about arson.

You're under arrest, Mr. Jenkins.

He wants gelding!

You can't blame me, you know,
for the actions of a raving lunatic!

I'm not satisfied, Greengrass!

I tell you, I'd nowt to do with it.
Ask Mr. Rowan!

TELEPHONE

Ashfordly Police.

What?

Alright, Bellamy, just stay
there till the brigade arrives.

Well, that was PC Bellamy speaking
from the scene of yet another fire.

Guess whose cobbler's workshop
has just gone up in flames?

Jenkins'?

Right. You know what
that means, don't you?

That fire-raising nutter...

He can claim insurance, can't he?

Mrs. Selby, this is Dr. Rowan.

Dr. Rowan is preparing the
medical report on the case.

And this is PC Rowan,
the officer in charge.

They are related.

Now before we talk, I'd just like
you to take a look at this photograph.

Is that the man that you
reported as a missing person?

Yes. My husband, John Selby.

We manage a small plant nursery.

John was working outside,
building a trellis.

Anyway some kind of
accident happened.

What sort of accident?

I'm not quite sure.

But we found the step
ladder tipped over.

There were spots of blood on the path
and John was nowhere to be seen.

Anyway after he failed to show up, I
guessed he'd suffered a loss of memory.

Had it happened before?

Oh, yes. It's how we met you see.

Which was when, Mrs. Selby?

Seven years ago when I
was travelling on business.

I found him wandering
about in a dreadful state.

What did you do?

I took him to hospital.

They thought he'd been attacked
and thrown from a speeding car.

But we never did quite
get to the bottom of it.

Whereabouts did you find him?
Which part of the country?

On a road near Oakham.

Do you remember the date?

Of course. 16th May, 1958.

We treat it as a special
anniversary, you see.

They attacked Parker,
bundled him into the car,

and just when they thought
they're being nicked,

they dumped him off the A1.

Well, these villains, they
will never confess to it though.

Uh, Jean Selby found him
later on the same day.

You heard her say
what state he was in.

No, that will do.

It checks out.

Leicester General Hospital has a
record of Parker being admitted

on 16th May, 1958.

There you are,
he's in the clear, Sarge.

Married?

With a 13-year-old daughter.

You never considered
he might have a family?

The thought was always there.

It's like some awful
shadow between us.

Did he seem emotionally stable
during the time you knew him?

At first he was very
confused, vulnerable.

He seemed to come to terms with it.

Every attempt to help him recall
the past just ran into the sense.

And how was he just
before he went missing?

Not good.

Any reason for that, do you think?

Yes. I blame myself.

How do you mean?

It's rather personal, Dr. Rowan.

Your husband's amnesia is bound up
with his state of mind, Mrs. Selby.

I thought it was due to injury.

Injury is what brought it on.
But it's stress that's kept it going.

I am to blame, then.

We're not married, you see.

- But I thought you said...
- Not legally.

John and I settled in a small community
where people just don't live together.

When I reported him missing to
the police, I was being consistent.

I see.

I tried to make him sort out
the legalities of his situation.

I'm 32, Doctor Rowan.
I want children, a real family.

And how did he feel?

He was dreadfully upset.
We both were.

But for once, I was thinking
about me and not him.

Mrs. Selby, looks like the
charges against your husband

are going to be dropped.

That's something.

Can I see him, please?

Yeah, we'll need you to
formally identify him.

Oh, Mr. Rowan!

Hello Dennis. Can I have a word?

Of course. Please.

Come in.

Who is it, love?

Mr. and Mrs. Rowan.

And a friend.

Well, I'll make a cup of tea.

Right.

This is Jean Selby.

Selby?

That was the name on my jacket.

Just for the record, is this the
man you took to the hospital

on 16th May, 1958?

- Yes.
- 1958? What's going on?

Do you know me?

You don't recognise me?

Well, no.

Do you know about my situation?

Yes!

She's made a statement to us.

It seems the charges against you
will probably now be dropped.

Dropped?

Helen!

I have to tell her! Excuse me.

Thanks! You've saved my life.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

It was special between us, you know.

I'm sure it was.

There you go.

I was wondering what'll happen next
time Dennis gets a knock on the head?

Oh. Is he going to
make a habit of it?

I hope not.

- Ah, the viper's nest!
- Oh, no...

Somebody in this office has
betrayed a confidence!

Hey, I want a word with him, an' all!

Not now Claude! We've got
to be in court in half an hour.

Marvellous, ain't it?

Flaming insurance company pay
out to criminal like Jenkins.

But not me who's done nowt!

What are you on about, Greengrass?

I'm on about this!

They won't pay out, will they!

Just because I rightfully
claimed for me antiques!

They've questioned the claim for
your barn, are they, Claude?

They've rejected it!

Just because it says here,

on account I've been
using it for a business.

Greengrass!

Am I to understand you
get no insurance money

on that barn of yours?

For a change, you're right in one!

Thank you, Greengrass!

Thank you for restoring
my faith in natural justice.

For proving that even you
are answerable in this life.

If not in a court of law,
then in a higher place of judgement.

A place where perfect justice reigns.

And where expectations of
conniving human flesh like you

are flushed clean away from the
sight of all that is law-abiding!

And if you say one word, just one...

...I'll book you for
criminal conspiracy

along with your mate Jenkins!

Lesson number one lads, in how
to deal with time-wasting riff-raff!

Note...

...mark...

...and inwardly digest!

Do you think they'll be able to
get over seven years apart?

And live happily ever after?

Who knows?

It's not our problem.

At least we saved an
innocent man from jail.

Come on, Kate, we'll never
really know if Dennis is innocent.

♪ Heartbeat

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

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