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Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love chip stay in
my memory?

Ah, is that for table two? I'll take
that, thank you. Now, you serve table

with coffee. Let's go wait in.

Mr and Mrs Clegg, everything to your
satisfaction.

Thank you very much indeed. Good night
now.

Hey, come on.

Are you still looking for Snoopers?

Eh? Whenever you leave here, you look
both ways, like a man with a guilty

secret.

No guilt and no secret.

Are you sure?

I can't wait for the weekend.

Good to get away.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. I had
confirmation from the hotel and they're

expecting us in time for dinner.

Well, that sounds fine.

I'd better go.

Let you get your beauty sleep.

Good night.

There's a crack up in the ceiling and
the kitchen sink is leaking.

Out of work and got no money.

A Sunday joint of bread and honey.

What are we living for?

Durham Department on the second floor.

No money. Hang on just a minute, a
minute.

They're coming in. It's open.

Hello, Gus.

Oh, mate.

I didn't expect to see you around so
soon.

Well, it's not so often I get an SOS to
come round here, is it?

What's wrong?

I've got to open my nail. I don't know
what it is, but it didn't half make any

throb. It's like, you know... You
dragged me round here for a finger,

What? Oh, come on. Let's take a look at
it.

Oh, careful.

What have I done to deserve such an
angel of mercy?

Lady Tux, the day is here. That'll be
the day.

I think it's down the side

somewhere, but wherever it is...

Quite a mess.

Ah, lucky I spotted it.

Otherwise it would have been a lot
worse.

My car could have gone up to a start.

Mr Webster?

Yes, Mrs McKenver. P .T. Rowan, see you.

Oh, thank you. Good morning, Constable.

Morning. Oh, Mrs McKenver.

Yes, sir.

Where's Rogers?

He's doing the stairs.

Still? It's time to get down here now
and start clearing this mess.

Yes, sir.

You know, I might be able to use it.

What? You'd be surprised what makes a
good background for a picture.

No, thank you. I'd rather people didn't
associate my hotel with child remains.

Mr. Johnson is a fashion photographer,
Constable.

Oh, right.

Yeah, he's up from London to look for
locations for a shoot.

That's what your fellas say? Shoot,
yeah.

It's a glamorous job, Mr. Johnson.

I've worked in too many godforsaken
places to go along with that.

He's just been modest, Constable.

He told me that last week he was
drinking with David Bailey. Even I've

him.

David Bailey, eh?

Well, there's a group of us, you know,
we drink in the cat's cradle. It's the

snapper's bar in Vanity.

Oh, Rogers, what's the matter with you?

Chop, chop.

I thought you were waiting for the
insurance man, Mr Webster. He's been and

gone, man.

Come on, get on with it.

Well, Mr Johnson, I suggest you have a
look round the house while I talk to

Constable Rowan. OK, fine, I'll do that.

Ciao. Nice meeting you.

This was something of a shock.

Did the fire brigade say what caused it?

Faulty wiring, they thought.

So how can I help?

I want you to get to the bottom of it,
Constable.

I'm not convinced it was an accident,
you see.

And this is the billiard room?

Yeah. Yeah, I like it. Yeah.

Hey, that's going to work. That's nice.
Yeah.

Yeah, you can see that happen.

Baby. Whoa.

This is it.

Yeah, I like it.

So, when my father died, death duty is
meant to either have to sell this house

or turn it into a money -making venture.

Well, you seem to be building a
reputation.

Locally, perhaps, but that's not enough.

We have to attract a much wider public.

Now, this photographer fellow, he might
help us with that.

I give him access to the hotel in return
for publicity.

That sounds like good business.

Now, about this fire.

Oh, aye, sorry.

Well, when the house became a hotel, I
took on most of my father's staff,

including Brian Rogers.

And what's his job?

General Dog's buddy.

He's not the brightest.

But my father had a soft spot for him.

And you haven't?

Oh, no.

I'm sure the feeling's mutual,
Constable.

Too many incidents have occurred which,
in my view, cannot be put down to bad

luck or carelessness.

Faulty wiring may have sparked the fire,
but it was paraffin that spurred it on.

You suspect him?

I can't prove anything.

So what motive could he have?

I told you, my father was very fond of
him.

Became dependent upon him when he was
infirm.

I wasn't here. Business commitments and
so on.

When I took over, I think that Rogers
became deeply resentful.

What you're describing, Mr Webster,
sounds more like personnel problems than

police matter.

What I'm describing, Constable, is a
series of malicious acts which I want

investigating, and urgently.

Oh, that's nice, Claude.

Yeah, yeah, it is nice, isn't it?

It's very unusual.

Where's it from?

Same place I got that thing up my
finger. Around the back of a settee when

doing house clearance.

Have to be more careful in the future,
Claude.

Hey, Maggie, I don't like asking
personal questions. Good, cos I don't

answering them.

No, seriously, I've never understood how
a lovely lady like you hasn't got an

escort.

An escort?

What for?

Oh, pour you drinks, open doors, tell
you if your themes are straight.

Hey, you don't muck about with these
penniless young blokes, you know. You

to find somebody a bit more mature.

Oh, really?

Ah, well, they're much less demanding,
you know.

We've usually got a few, Bob.

Well, I'll keep my eyes open, Claude.

You do that.

Were you here when it started?

In the kitchen.

Yeah, well, the fire brigade said it
looked like 40 wires set the paraffin

Seems likely.

Really?

Odds on.

I told the boss it was in a bad state.

Is the paraffin always kept on this
shelf?

As long as I've been here.

Well, things must have changed a bit
since old Mr Webster died.

What was he like?

Like?

Yeah.

He'd be the best.

You got on well with him?

Yeah.

How about Mr Webber Jr?

Did he get on with his father?

I don't know. He were hardly ever here.

Well, he is now.

Keeping you busy by the look of it.

I don't complain.

He died, eh?

He doesn't like me bumping into
visitors.

The hotel guests?

Says I give the wrong impression.

Oh, good morning.

And how's Katie?

Nick said she was a bit off colour.

Oh, he's a specialist in false alarms.
She's fine.

She certainly looks it, don't you?

I'm in a bit of a rush. Will you tell
Nick that I'll see him tomorrow?

Oh, hasn't he told you? He's going away
for the weekend.

Oh.

Well, I'll see him when I see him then.

Bye. Bye.

And it's not on the slate.

That's a fancy affair Maggie's put on
your finger, Claude.

Do they do a matching eye patch?

Yeah, if you're not careful, you'll be
wearing one.

Who's that chap through there with Gina?

Oh, it's some photographer who wants to
use the pub as background of some sort.

Ah, Gina's all in a muck sweat about it.

I wanted to be a fashion model right
from junior school.

You'd do very well.

No, they're so skinny now.

Yeah, too skinny.

You should have persevered.

You're a talented girl, I can tell. I'll
tell you what, if your uncle will play

ball, I'll see if I can squeeze you into
the frame.

Well, leave him to me.

How long will you need?

Half an hour maximum.

I'll see what I can do.

Gina, who's that over there?

Claude Greengrass.

Does he turn up here often?

Like a bad penny.

But we can always ban him for the day.
No, no, no, that's the sort of local

colour that I'm after.

Well, in my opinion, Sarge, we should
file a report and leave it at that.

This Webster character can make a lot of
noise, Rowan. Are you sure he's barking

up the wrong tree?

I'd say Brian Rogers hasn't got a
malicious bone in his body, Sarge. And

about the previous incidents of so
-called sabotage?

Well, there's a broken pipe, flooded
bathroom, badly felled tree.

All run -of -the -mill domestic
disasters, Sarge.

Now, Rogers may be so wicked... But you
don't see him as a saboteur.

Gina, same again for Mr. Greengrass,
please.

Yep.

Now, I may be wrong, but you don't
appear to be a man ruled by the whims of

fashion.

Oh, well, it's best not that people
think you're gory, especially in my

business. And your business is?

I do a bit of buying and selling, you
know, antiques.

Antiques? Hey, that's big business now.

I do objays, dart and all, so if you
want to... You know, bits of jewellery,

stuff like that. You know, I've usually
got some in stock.

Oh, right. Now, what I thought, Mr
Greengrass, was that you represented the

unchanging face of the countryside.

He's looking for local colour cloth.

I just want to take a few photographs,
sir. Yeah?

You as you are.

You and the dog.

The dog?

Yeah, perfect accessory.

Models to the fore, smart as paint. You
in the background.

Result, dynamite.

Yeah, I'm sorry to ask that, but is it
likely to be any money scattered in

and he's not like for me. You know, it's
really for Alfred.

He's not been that well. I'd like to put
him on a bit better diet.

Look, it's only half an hour, and he
said I could be in some of them.

Well, you have dozens of snaps in your
album.

These are not snaps.

What are they, then? They're proper
photographs, and they don't go in

They go in portfolios.

I bumped into Jo in the village.

She seemed to think she was seeing you
at the weekend, but I told her that you

were away.

Does it all right?

Yeah.

Only it's not really for me to tell
people where you are or what you're

You might not want them to know.

Jo knows about the weekend, Darlene.

Oh, she seemed surprised.

Well, maybe, but not about that.

What then?

Well, she was probably surprised that I
hadn't told you.

Told me what?

Well, that it's Jo I'm going with.

Oh, I wish you'd said.

I must have seemed... Very foolish.

I'm sorry, Arlene. I didn't know what
you'd think.

Good heavens, you're both adults.

What does it matter what anybody thinks?

Well, you're not anybody.

Anyway, I hope you'll have a nice time.

It'll do you good to get away for a day
or two.

Why aren't your shirts ready?

The double room for the night.

Thank you, sir. Yes, we look forward to
seeing you.

Bye now. Thank you.

Ah, good morning, Mrs. Clegg. Mr. Clegg.

time you nearly killed someone.

What? I have just sent a guest to
hospital.

He slipped on some loose stair carpet
and fell from top to bottom.

Stair carpet, remember?

The one you were supposed to have fixed.
I did.

It was loose.

Well, I checked every tread. Then you
should have double checked. Well, you

me off it. You wanted me to clear out
the work. I don't give a damn where I

wanted you.

You're finished.

What? You're sacked.

Take your things and get out.

Who? You deaf lad.

Oh, Mr. Webster said... Oh, Mr.

Webster isn't here anymore.

But he said... Shut up!

Get out!

Go! Don't you know that no one alive can
always be nature when things go

wrong?

And every evening, when all my
didgeridoo's through, I bring my baby,

go watch a movie.

I met some movies, she don't seem to be
that, and then she asked me, why don't I

come to her flat, and have some supper,
and have the evening best time, and

record, this is a groovy high five, I
said yeah yeah, and that's what I say, I

said yeah yeah.

My baby loves me. She gets her feelings
for fire.

She loves me. She needs to know that
she's mine. And when she kisses, I feel

fire get hot. She needs my message.

She gives it all that she's got. And
when she asks me if everything is okay,

got my answer. The only thing I can say,
I say, yeah, yeah.

That's what I say. I say, yeah, yeah.

We play a melody and turn the lights
down low so the night can see. We got to

it.

There'll be no one else alive in all the
world except you and me. Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Pretty baby, I never need you to throw.
It's hard to tell you because I'm

trembling. Pretty baby, I want you all
for my own. Don't let any of those

want me to answer.

If I say it, it'll take my answer.

One thing I can say, yeah, yeah.

That's what I say, yeah, yeah.

Hello. I gather you've caught Eileen.

Yes, you haven't told her.

What, I've told her now?

No guilt, no secrets, you said.

I was just waiting for the right moment,
that's all.

She knows now, so everything's fine.

I'll try and get away by about half past
three this afternoon.

You have that full?

I'll be ready and waiting.

That's gorgeous,

yeah, I love it.

Okay. Excuse me, sir, would you mind?

Excuse me, sir. Yeah, we're doing a
shoot here. Just a couple of seconds.

to the left. Would you just like to just
move out of frame?

Thanks a lot. That's smashing.

Well, use your lady. Okay,

that's nice, yes.

All right, me sure, darling. You say it
to me now.

As you are.

As you are. That's nice.

That's it. Hold the key.

Okay.

All right, me sure, darling.

Well,

I'm going to do something.

What do you suggest?

It's disgusting.

Fashion models, they call them.

Well, I know better.

I wear more in the bath than they've got
on.

I'm just a soul whose intentions are
good.

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

Did you say something after later?

What?

I reckon you've had enough, mate.

Baby. Yeah.

Right.

Number 33.

33.

That's what I said, 33. You're deaf or
something.

No, but you're drunk.

Stop this car. I'm getting out. Stop the
car.

It has stopped.

I don't have to pull with this.

I'll walk. Look, you're here. You're
here, number 33.

Look, that's three pounds, seven and
six, you owe me.

Look, come on.

Where's me fare?

Right.

Hey, I'm talking to you, pal.

A place where God wiped his feet.

You must be joking.

Yeah, well, let's just see, shall we?

You have really done it this time.

Hey, have I ever let you down?

Yes.

Understood. I'll send someone over
straight away.

If those girls turned sideways, you
wouldn't have seen anything at all.

I didn't see much.

But what I saw, I liked.

There's more meat on the butcher's biro.

Roy!

Josh!

Brian Rogers.

The lad you were telling me about
yesterday.

The one that you said wouldn't say boo
to a goose.

Well, he's just threatened a taxi driver
with a broken bottle.

If pushed, they can get changed in the
van, but if you've got a space, anywhere

will do.

Yeah, outside lobby.

The pigsty, the fridge, anywhere really.

Great sense of humour, these girls.

He'll use the kitchen if he wants, as
long as you wipe the feet.

Mind you, I might have to pop in now and
again, but as long as they both shut

their eyes, there shouldn't be any
problems.

Where do you want me?

A level of plough, perhaps.

Plough? Yeah, right.

I'll tell you, I've had them drunk
before, but never like this one.

He's cracketed, you ask me.

How much did he owe you? £3 .76.

Has he got the money?

How do I know?

All he put my way was a broken bottle.

So what was he doing in Whitby?

Getting drunk, what else?

Oh, apparently he's just got the sack.

He's been sacked?

This morning, he said.

Mr Rogers!

Who's here?

It's PC Rowan, Mr Rogers. I need to talk
to you. Get lost!

Can you open the door, please?

to the door.

I'll come to the door and bring a
friend.

Come on, let's sort this out, please.

Get back!

Go on!

All right, steady.

Get back, all of you!

Okay, we're going.

That's the shot, just hold that pose,
that is beautiful, you are a natural.

Just put the dog's head around the
tracks.

Love it. Okay, thanks a lot, Mr. Gringo.

Okay, girl, come on, we've got what we
came for. Let's move it. About time.

Excuse me, what about the settling out?
Yeah, we'll sort it out down the park

later. What time?

We'll see you later.

Right, what's happening? Well, there's
still no change, Sarge. I think we

hold tight and then flip it off. A
police officer's been threatened with an

offensive weapon.

Holding tight is not an option. Who's
this? Taxi driver, Sarge. He's crackers

there, Sergeant. He's not just drunk.

PC Rowan is appraising me of the
situation, sir, so if he'll excuse us,

get on with the job.

Right, I want one man at the front, one
at the back, and one to control these

moronic spectators.

Sarge, we've got a manic drunk in there
waving a gun around.

Wouldn't it be safer to get a dog in?

A dog?

Yeah. Nothing sobers a man up faster
than a set of jaws locked to his soft

We don't have a dog, Bellamy.

North Allerton have. I'll call them. Go
on, say we can't get a nutter to pay his

taxi fare without their help.

Get a grip, Ventress.

Better?

Mr. Rogers!

This is Sergeant Blaketon.

Push off!

Open the door.

You think I'm stupid?

You think I'm an idiot?

If you open the door, it'll be much
better for you. Better for me?

Liar! Now just put the gun down and come
outside.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Come
outside.

Quietly.

No! No!

No!

Nick's probably right, Sarge. Let him
sleep it off. He's not making a fool of

in front of that lot. We'll break the
door down, Bellamy, Sarge.

Greengrass thinks he might be able to
help.

We've already got one mad drunk.

An older lad.

But he knows the family, Sarge.

Does he?

So, what have you got for us,
Greengrass?

Oh, from what I can hear, he's not
listening to you a lot. What of it?

On a send for his mother, he'll listen
to her. She'd frighten Rocky Marciano.

Where is she, then?

She works at a wall mill. Her name's
Avis.

Well, it doesn't happen often, but the
horrible oracle might have spoken some

sense.

Well, let's cancel the sledgehammer.

Bellamy, bring in the mother.

Sergeant.

Yes, use the Devonshire room on the
left.

Lovely ladies, Mr Johnson.

Yeah, and very professional.

Well, the place is yours.

Just make sure you get our name into the
picture, come on.

I'll do my best.

Hey, Miss Rogers.

Mrs. Rogers.

Your man's told me what's been going on.
Good. He's got Zach from Webster's, he

tells me. We've only got the taxi
driver's word for that, Mrs. Rogers.

I'll give him Zach when I get hold of
him.

Well, the situation is this. The
situation is he's jobless and drunk.

Well, yes.

Anti -total, so he's not picked it up
from me.

His father can answer for that, if he
can find the old soak.

Well, we're not here to apportion blame,
Mrs. Rogers. Your son has threatened a

police officer with a gun.

He's in serious trouble. Listen, that
gun was made safe years ago.

It hasn't fired a shot since Boer War.

Just go easy on him, eh? Go easy on him?

And his mother?

When I saw him yesterday, he came under
a lot of pressure.

Was it you who got in the sack?

I don't know I'm aware of, no.

Well, if you want him to sort this out,
you'd better all stand back.

Brian? Brian loveth me.

Open to her, Brian.

But let's talk to me, Brian.

Brian?

What do you reckon?

I'd say she half his problem.

Are you in a hurry or something?

Yeah, I could be if this goes on.

Well, we should have a whip round and
pay for his taxi, go over to the drawer

and gone home.

OK, let's just have our waiter offering
the lady of the manor a glass of her

favourite tipple. There, that's nice,
OK.

That's good.

Darren, can you just hold the glasses
around?

That's the one. That's nice, dear.

It's beautiful.

OK, we can lose you for the moment. I
want to come round.

Give us a bit of marrying. Come on,
babe.

Let's go for it.

That's gorgeous.

Eat your heart out, Miss Moreau.

All right, yes.

Okay, we'll come down a little bit lower
here.

Okay,

pop the wheels off, baby. Pop it.

Yes, that's gorgeous.

Yes.

Right, let's, um, quickly put this up
there.

It's probably a 47k, right?

I just should put something up there.

OK.

Yeah, here's your inspiration.

Off we go.

OK.

Again!

Come on, son, talk to me.

Brian!

You're not asleep, so don't make out you
are.

I know you, Brian.

I know you.

This is my house.

Let me in this instant.

I'm not sure this is a good idea.

I know mine.

Let's get rid of her.

I mean now, Brian.

I said now, Brian.

Hey, what did I tell you?

That tongue had cut through a
boilerplate.

Well, let's hope that's the problem
sorted.

This calls for a bit of a dip into the
police hospitality fund, for a drink for

them to sort it out for you. Not so
fast.

Sarge?

That's what I said, a dog.

And unless it's got the nous of Lassie,
I want the handler to come with it.

Out.

What's happening?

Well, he's not a star, Sarge.

And why is that, do you think?

That's anyone's guess. Well, you were
the only one to spend any time with him.

Only when he was sober.

Ventress! Yes, Sarge? I want that crowd
moved now.

If you want to, I'll be in the pub.

Right, so where does this leave me? You
heard the shot, sir. Stay well clear.

What about my money?

Not our concern.

Not now we've got a murder inquiry.

Oh, great, yeah. Yeah, thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Hello, dear. Let me help you with all...
Oh, no.

Thanks. You wouldn't know it, but
they're all in order. They had to go

the rail just right.

Oh, I see.

Nice motor, Mr. Webster.

You like it?

I certainly do.

That is my pride and joy.

I bet.

Me and Philby would love a ride in it.

Then why not?

You would?

Of course, it would be my pleasure. As
soon as you're ready.

Smashing.

It'll make a nice change from travelling
in his old tin can.

Mr. Webster?

Yes, Mrs. McKimver. Are they going?

Soon, Mrs. McKimver, they're going soon.

If only I would like to get things back
to normal. Yes, yes, but for the moment,

find a good book, a quiet spot, and stop
fussing.

We'd best try round the back again.

Oh, no point, Sarge. Definitely no
access.

Well, perhaps if we got into next door's
loft, you could crawl through,

Ventress.

Well, I'll just check again. Make sure.

Rowan, have another go at the letterbox.

It's Nick Rowan again.

We know you've got problems. If you just
want to talk about it, you and me,

Brian.

Well, just let us know if you're all
right.

I couldn't help but see

Mrs. Rogers?

Can you hear me, Mrs. Rogers?

Brian, is your mother alright?

We need to know.

Mrs.

Rogers, are you alright?

Mrs. Rogers?

Are you alright?

Mrs. Rogers?

Can you hear me, Mrs. Rogers?

John, looks like he's got her in the
back room.

Well, I've just had a word with
Webster's housekeeper. They've had some

valuables nicked from the hotels.

You're best going to have a word with
her. Well, now?

Anything could happen here, Sarge. We're
doing nothing more till the dog handler

arrives. Now, get on your bike.

Come on, keep this passage clear.

Come on.

Hey, George, what are you doing garbling
with this lot?

You got any bottles to count?

Gina got me to agree to let some
photographer use the pub.

I'll keep you well clear of that,
circus.

Come on, get back.

What do you think?

Very nice.

Not much of it.

Does it fit?

Hey, it certainly does, yeah.

Looks fantastic.

Really? Yeah.

Right now, Michelle, darling, let's up
you behind the bar, yeah? Sylvie, you

too, yeah? OK, now, Gina, on the
barstool, yeah?

So, would you like to sit yourself
there?

That's looking good.

We can have drinks, yeah?

No, not really.

I'm not even open.

Well, I can't photograph a bar without
drinks.

Come on, everybody. Drinks are on me.

Hi.

Jo, it looks like I'm going to be held
up.

Why? What's happened?

Oh, well, some bloke's flipped his lid
and taken his mother hostage.

He's got an old service revolver.

Well, what are you going to do?

Well, Blaketon's waiting for the dog
handler to arrive.

I've been called out on another job, but
I've got to go back there.

Well, have you any idea how long you're
going to be?

Well, I'm more or less stuck until
something happens.

Nick, is this man dangerous?

Well, we don't know.

It's a stupid question, I suppose.

Well, I'll see you when I see you.

Yeah, hopefully it won't be too long.

Of course, I can't be certain that they
are involved.

And people wander in and out of the
hotel.

I even thought that Brian had something
to do with it.

And why's that?

Mr Webster dismissed him this morning.

Oh, the poor boy. He was... Oh, he was
devastated.

Right, come on, everybody. Let's go
around the bar for a group photo.

Mr Webster, straight down the lens.

Well, actually, I really must be getting
away now.

No, no, no, we really must have you in
this. No, I really must... Please.

Don't be camera shy.

All right, that's nice. Everybody nice
and relaxed. OK.

This way, straight down the nose. Girls,
can you just tuck yourselves in a bit?

That's it.

Tuck yourselves in. Just a little bit
more. Tuck yourselves in.

Everybody this way.

Everybody this way.

That's it. That's nice.

That's great. OK, everybody.

I thought this was for Vogue, not
Farmers Weekly.

That's better. Right, lift your glasses
up a little bit.

Lift them up. That's it. Smile. Just
relax.

Come on. Think nice and comfy thoughts.

That's it. That's the one.

That's nice. Okay. Everybody this way.
Everybody. I don't believe it.

Just run out of film.

All right. Everybody, you stay exactly
where you are. All right. I'll be back

one minute.

Don't have the back thing. Just get
away.

Gotta go.

Get away.

Take a look at that.

Hey,

I wish I had got a camera.

George, it's Nick. That photographer,
did he make it to your place?

His being is gone and so have my taking.

Right con artist.

I saw them driving off heading south
about three or four minutes ago.

Where's that ruddy dog, Angler?

Must be on his way.

Sarge, can I have a go at talking to
Roger?

Can you ever go, Bellamy?

This is a hostage negotiation, not a
ride on the Big Dipper.

Well, read the manual.

Oh, you've read the manual, have you?

Well, in that case, let's see if you can
get that lot.

To give up and go home.

Still no sound from inside, Sergeant.

Come on, we can take him on. Don't be so
stupid.

Shut up. Let's see what he wants.

Hello again.

Constable, is there a problem?

You could say. Is the back of the van
locked?

No. Why?

I'd like to look inside if that's around
here.

We're busted.

We could ship the bike and take off.

Possibly. What?

You do what you want.

I'm off.

You can

catch us, or you can catch him.

Well, thank you. I think I'll do both.

Get away.

Get away.

Well, you took your time, Constable.
This is a matter of life and death. Now,

want this situation sorted out straight
away. Ventress, stand by with a

sledgehammer.

Right.

Ready?

Brian's gone to sleep.

I knew he would.

Anyone want a cup of tea?

Now, don't forget, there are four
prisoners in each processing before you

knock off.

Sarge, I've already done four hours
over. I was due to get away early.

Well, naturally, my art is bleeding for
you, Rowan, but this lad Rogers refuses

to speak to anyone but you.

Oh, would it be popular, eh?

What was that, Bellamy?

Nothing, Sarge.

Oh, Rowan.

Tell me, how did you know this con
artist wasn't a photographer when you

met him?

Well, he said he'd been drinking with
David Bailey.

In the Cat's Cradle. It's a pub in
London.

So? So it was pulled down ages ago,
Sarge.

So you knew he was a liar, but you still
let him turn over Webster's plates? No,

I knew he was dodgy, that's all, Sarge.

If we arrested everyone in the fashion
business for pretense, the prisons would

be full.

Like ours.

Well, your friends at the hotel are
worried about you.

Are they?

I want my job back.

Well, that may not be possible, Brian.

I'm not used to drink.

It made me mad. I just sort of snapped.

I never thought they're going to go off.

Do you believe me?

Yeah.

What will happen to me?

Well, that depends on the court.

You still feeling groggy?

Yeah.

When your head's a bit clearer, we'll
talk again, all right? Only to you. I'll

only talk to you.

Yeah, well, I'll have to be somewhere
else. No.

I won't be here. Then that's no good.

I'd say if I could. Nobody else. I won't
talk to nobody. I have to go. No, look.

These others don't know me.

You know I'm not like that.

You know me. You've treated me right.

Please.

All right.

You'll come back.

Yeah.

I hope you realise it's all been
catalogued.

Catalogued? My word.

Next you'll be telling us you've got
receipts.

Just stick it in a box so I can take it.

This is all evidence, Greengrass. You
won't be seeing these for a while.

You are.

It'll give us time to check the
provenance of one or two of these items.

Check who are?

You know.

Where you nicked them from.

That's nearly libelous, that Blake. I'll
pay good money for this lot and I hope

you're well insured because there's a
fine photo of Nelson there that's worth

over 200 quid.

Are you sure, Claude?

Of course I'm sure.

Well, it'll have to have been taken 30
years before the camera was invented.

I thought you weren't coming.

Oh.

Are you not going in your uniform?

No.

Sorry about this.

Never mind. You're here now. If we get
going, we can still make something of

You can change here.

Jo. Yes?

I've got to go back to the station.

What, now?

Yeah. Why?

Well, I've got no choice.

What's happened?

Well, we're a wreck of that man who took
his mother hostage, and I have to deal

with it.

Well, can't somebody else do it?

No. Why not?

He won't speak to anyone else.

And that's the reason why you can't go?

Look, he's in deep trouble, Jo. He's
pleaded with me not to leave him. I

couldn't say no.

But you can to me.

Jo. You said you had no choice.

Where's the job?

No, it isn't. This isn't about the job.
It's about you.

Sorry? You've been against this trip all
along.

No, that's not true.

You didn't want anybody to know.

Look, we can rearrange the trip.

I'll make it up to you.

No.

It's over.

Look, it's my job. I can't choose the
way things are going to happen.

We're finished.

You've made your choice.

I'm sorry I spoilt your weekend.

Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in
my memory?