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

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

Little children, you better not tell on
me.

I won't! I'm telling you, little
children, you better not tell

what you see.

And if you're good, I'll give you candy
and a quarter.

If you're quiet, like you are.

the secret with me I wish they would go
away little

children now why ain't you playing
outside

I'm asking you you can't fool me

cause I'm gonna know if you hide and try
to

keep I'm gonna

More than that.

Inspector Barron, is your duty,
Sergeant, in?

We're expecting it back at any moment,
sir.

He has an office, presumably?

Yes, sir.

In that case, why don't you show us to
it? Of course, sir.

Who's he?

That's Ridley Police.

Yeah, he is, Eileen. Hang on.

Hello, Eileen.

I see.

Have they called an ambulance?

Right. On their way.

Harry Fell, golf club steward.

What's happened here?

This lad comes bursting into the club
and says his pal's had an accident, so

and a couple of the members laid it out
here and found him lying at the bottom

of that gully over there.

What sort of state's he in?

Unconscious, and he's got an afty head
wound.

The boy reported it. Did he say what
happened? No.

Any other witnesses?

Apparently not.

So where's the other boy now?

Well, he was here a minute ago.

Would you know his name?

Billy something or other.

And the boy in there?

Um... Timmy, I think he called him.

Right, thanks, Mr. Clark.

There you go.

Ta.

There's, um, there's not been a chap in
asking about me. The little fellow

probably had a dog with him.

Do you mean him?

What?

Ah, hey, John, do you like a drink?

Two pints.

Give us two pints.

Friends of yours, honeyclaw?

One of our enemies.

Here.

Oh.

Are you all right, Claude? I had some
black pudding for me breakfast.

I think I made a mistake warming it up
again.

Claude!

Ta. Bring the other one over, will you?

Morning, Johnty.

Good to see you, Claude.

You know Bernard, don't you?

No, but I've seen him fighting and you
can hardly miss him, can you?

Not a lot of people did, actually, when
he was boxing.

That's why his head rattled.

And this is the famous green hornet, is
it?

That's it.

You know the form, Claude.

Don't worry.

I'll get you a bet, son, and they'll be
on a long way away from here.

You don't mind if I have a few by
myself, do you? As long as that's all

She's taken a lot of stopping on the
last few outings. We don't want the

messing up tonight, now, do we?

Oh, of course. Hey, you're dealing with
a professional. You can rely on me.

We know we can, Claude.

In fact, we both do, don't we, Bernard?

I'll say.

You okay?

Yeah.

Any of your lot missing today?

Well, the terrible twins haven't turned
up.

Billy Burke and Timmy Gower.

Inspector Barry.

Where's he from?

I didn't say such.

Do you know what he wants?

No such.

Sergeant Blaketon?

Yes, sir.

Inspector Barry, this is Constable
Burton.

Do sit down, Sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

You must have heard rumours that certain
amalgamations between forces are on the

cards.

Well, there's always some wild rumour
doing the rounds, sir.

Not so wild in this case, Sergeant.

Precisely what form these murders will
take remains to be seen, but take my

for it, Sergeant, changes are on the
way.

And are these likely to affect
Ashfordly, sir?

Almost certainly, Sergeant.

Are you in a position to tell me in what
ways?

A bit early for that.

We'll have to wait and see what
decisions our lords and masters reach

they've had my recommendations.

Your recommendations?

Why we're here, Sergeant Blaketon.

To assess the local situation and
report.

Oh, and we shall require the use of an
office for the next few days.

Yours seems the most appropriate,
Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

I want to know who's responsible.

We don't know that anyone's responsible,
Mrs Gower. All we know is that he fell

and banged his head. He won't push.

Do you believe he might have been? It's
just that Maddy was round with a

cardigan fit.

Which one?

Billy Burke.

I told our Timmy not to go with him.

Well, Billy raised the alarm, Mrs Gower.
What does that prove, eh?

Dr Reed speaking.

That would be Timmy Gower, yes.

Who wants to know, please?

Hello.

It's charming.

Hello, sister. This is Timmy Gower's
mother.

Right.

This way, please, Mrs Gower.

Oh, and if you wouldn't mind, Constable,
I need to have a word.

Right.

What ever's the matter?

It's my stomach. I'm in agony.

Where exactly is the pain?

It's all down this side.

Can you take me round the doctors?
There's no way I can drive.

Never mind the doctors. I'm taking you
straight round to the hospital.

No, I can't get to the hospital.

There's so much I've got to do. It's
very urgent.

Claude, you might not have any choice if
that turns out to be appendicitis.

Come on.

Tell George about Alfred.

Finger marks?

Right across his face.

Think somebody hit him?

I don't know how else he could have got
them.

A man called just now asking how he was.

Member of the family?

Don't think so. The minute I asked him,
he put the phone down.

Where's Sergeant Blake from, Constable?

Oh, he had to go out, sir.

Something quite urgent, I believe.

He's liable to be away for the rest of
the afternoon, he said, sir.

When you move in right up close to me...
Oof!

Fine, look, Oscar.

Well, that's the way my luck's going at
the moment.

It'll be one of those days, that's it.
Oh, why.

And likely to get worse before it gets
better.

Paul,

have you got a licence?

No, this lady.

Hang on, hang on. Pull me back, pull me
back.

There's a phone.

I've got to make a call. It's urgent. I
won't be a minute.

What do you mean, typical?

It's jammed. You've got a screwdriver.

And just what do you think you're doing,
Claude Greengrass?

I've got to make a phone call to a pal
of mine. It's a matter of life and

Yes, yours, if you don't get back on
that trolley this minute.

I feel a bit better. The pain's nearly
gone.

Yes, I can see it has, Claude.

Come on.

Hello,

Billy.

Your mum said I'd find you here.

I hear you're up on the golf course this
morning with your pal Timmy.

Nothing, no.

You sure about that?

Yeah.

Not fighting?

Me and Timmy are mouth -picking him.

So what happened then?

He just banged his head. That's all I
know.

How?

Don't know.

Well, you were there, weren't you?

Not when he hurt himself.

He'd gone off on his own looking for
golf balls.

So you didn't see him fall then?

I heard him yell, like. When I went
looking, he was just lying there.

Did you hear anything else?

Shout out what?

Just die of summer.

Was that before or after you heard Timmy
cry out?

Just before.

Did you see this man?

No, I just heard a car driving off.

What sort of car?

Didn't see it, just heard it.

So how come you scarpered after you told
the man in the club what had happened?

I didn't want my mum finding out, did I?

Finding out what?

I've been bunking off like.

Oh, yes.

Good drive.

You still haven't told me what problem
is.

Do you know how long I've been a copper,
Arnold?

I've given my life to this job.

And my marriage.

What's up, then?

There are big changes in the wind at
Ashfordly.

And I could turn out to be one of them.

That's the problem.

What's happening, then?

Well...

Ashfordly could be downgraded to a
constable's rural station or upgraded

by a new inspector.

Either way, my job might cease to exist.

But it wouldn't just fire you, would
they? No, but it could force me to move.

I don't fancy going back to being a beat
sergeant, swapping punches with drunks

in back streets in the middle of the
night.

Has to be an alternative to light,
surely, Oscar?

Well, I could do the honourable thing,
take early retirement.

Settle down with that miserable pension
we've got to look forward to.

There is another option.

What's that?

Come and work for me.

Well, that's very kind of you, Arnold,
but I'm not very knowledgeable about

building and selling houses.

No, but I'd say you know a lot about
looking after them.

Security.

Are you serious?

Of course I'm serious.

The business is expanding at a rate of
knots, and it'll be growing even faster

if I manage to pull off a certain local
deal that's coming up.

You could be just the man I'm looking
for, to aid my security.

You're an early bird this morning,
Sarge. Don't sound so surprised,

Oh, Sarge, Sarge.

Well,

he's not in yet, is he?

Has been for the last hour, Sarge.

Doing what, exactly?

Well, going through this place like a
buzzsaw, Sarge.

And what I can tell, yeah, files,
reports, the lot.

You name it, they want it.

Was he looking for me yesterday
afternoon?

Only a couple of times.

What did you tell him?

What you told us to tell him.

Excuse me.

Yes, madam, what can I do for you?

I want to know what's being done.

About what exactly?

The assault on my son at the golf course
yesterday.

And you are?

Mrs Gower.

Oh, well, as far as I can understand it,
Mrs Gower, it was an accident.

Then you obviously understand wrong,
don't you?

According to the hospital, someone hit
him before he fell.

And I want to know what you're doing
about it.

Excuse me, mate.

Done with your paper. I only wanted to
see the racing.

Be my guest.

It's all bad news, isn't it, Rhoda?

I knew that would happen.

You had a bet on, then?

No.

That's the trouble of flaming 11.

Well, you've got a couple of cyanide
tablets on your trolley, haven't you?

Come on, Mr Greengrass, you're looking
much better today.

At least we don't have to operate.

I thought you said I'd got appendicitis.

You've got a rumbling appendix. Nothing
to justify major surgery.

Does that mean I'm going home?

Well, I think we'll have to hold on to
you for a little bit longer, Mr

Greengrass. If anybody asks whether I'm
here or not, will you tell them I'm not?

Hmm.

Here in Mufti, are you?

I've been more than that.

So, according to this boy, Billy, he
heard a man shout out in a car drive

Is that right?

Yes, Sarge.

Excuse me a minute, Sarge.

Well, according to Timmy Gowey's mother,
you'd be ill -advised to believe a word

that little tearaway says.

Sorry, Sarge.

So what are you saying, Sarge? You don't
believe it?

I'm saying you should have another word
with it and find out whether the story

he told you yesterday still tallies with
the one he tells you today.

Right, Sarge.

And keep me informed so that if Mrs.
Gower makes another complaint, at least

I'll know what she's talking about and
do save interest.

If perhaps by any chance I happen to be
in your way.

Sorry, Sarge, but special request from
Inspector Barry.

Now, I want you to think hard, Billy.

Did anything else happen at the golf
course you haven't told me about yet?

I can't think of anything.

What did you see out there?

Oh, Sharky.

Who's Sharky? He works there.

What time was this?

Just before it happened.

Is that whose voice you heard?

Might have been.

He's always telling us to clear it off.

And why's that?

He reckons we're doing him out of money
because of the golf balls we find.

What, he chases you off?

Yeah. And what happens if he catches
you?

He never has yet.

Now there are three steps to heaven.

Just listen and you will plainly see.

And as life travels on and things do go

wrong, all steps one, two, and three.

Step one.

Step two, she falls in love with you

Step three, you kiss and hold her

tightly Yeah, that sure seems like
heaven to

me

You wouldn't buy any plants like a spot
of salad, would you, Ventress?

And a glass of claret, perhaps, to wash
it down?

I mean, you are aware, are you, that at
this moment in time, this entire station

is under assessment?

Of course, Sarge. And where do you think
that would fit into Inspector Barry's

report, Ventress? The amount of time
that you spend eating boiled eggs?

Under S, perhaps.

For my snaps, Sarge.

It was only a joke.

Good of you to point that out, Ventress.

I might just have missed it.

We're, uh, back in about an hour.

Right.

Well, if nothing else, That explains one
little mystery away.

What mystery?

Why, Blaketon's been sitting around like
a cat on hot bricks all morning.

It's amazing what you can find out,
Phil, from what people leave lying

desks.

Oh, sorry, Sarge. I, uh...

I forgot my notebook.

Constable.

Mr Sharkey?

Yeah?

PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

A boy was injured up by the driving
range yesterday.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Yeah, well, the lad who reported it said
he saw you there.

Never saw any kids on the course
yesterday.

But you do know these two boys, I
believe.

Do I?

Yeah, they're often up here looking for
lost golf balls. So you chase them off?

I chase them and give them a good
telling off.

Is that all?

You don't give them the occasional thick
ear?

Or I get them sent down for assault or
something.

Not stupid, you know.

Well, just after the incident, a car was
heard driving away.

Did you see any cars parked up there
yesterday?

No. But it wouldn't surprise me if I
had.

Why's that?

Not called Lover's Lane for nothing.

So you didn't see anybody hanging around
there?

If I had.

I'd have chased them off an oar,
wouldn't I?

All right, well, thanks for your time,
Mr Sharkey.

I'd like a cup of tea, Mr Greengrass.

Well, I suppose you've got a glass of
scotch under your penny, have you?

Now, don't go getting all frisky, just
because you're feeling better.

Frisky.

Ah, hello, Claude.

Hello, Angela.

Hi, Claude.

How are you? All right.

Brought you some grapes?

Yeah.

How's Alfred? Is he behaving himself?

Ah, he's fine.

Here, I brought you a present.

I'll put it on your slate.

Uncle George, you're going to get us
kicked out.

Give over? A drop of whisky never killed
anyone.

If it does, I'll die happy.

So how's it going, then, Claude?

That's all right, apart from the baths.

Baths? How many have you had?

One. They use this carbolic soap. It's
terrible.

Eh? Your two mates have been in the pub
asking where you are.

You never told our mum in here, did you?

Of course I did.

They're going to come in and see you.

Have you got any other favours you'd
like to do me?

Do you remember what happened before you
fell, Timmy?

The man hit me. Tell him which man.

From the car.

Not Sharky? No.

The man from the car.

What sort of car?

Grey Jack.

It was parked under the trees.

They get caught being coupled down
there.

I was only on a lot, right?

Not doing any harm.

Then this man jumped out.

What did you see when you looked in the
car?

Lots of papers.

And there was some money.

What sort of money?

Ten pound notes.

Was there anyone else in the car?

Another man, I think.

I could hear him talking.

And you're sure it was a Jaguar?

Yeah. It's something to collect.

Car numbers.

Did you get this one?

Didn't have time.

Oh, the shark, baby, has such teeth,
dear, and his shoulders are

curly white.

Just a jackknife has old Maggie Heath,
baby, and it

keeps it out of sight.

You know when that shark bites with his
teeth, baby.

Scarlet billows start to spread.

Fancy gloves, oh, where's old Maggie
Heath's face?

Oh, there's never, never a trace of red.

Hello again.

Hello.

What can I do for you?

That grey Jaguar in the car park, do you
know where it belongs to?

Oh, you must be talking about Mr
Langley's car.

He's a member, is he? I'll say.

Any of your other members ever start
like that?

Not that I've seen.

Is Mr Langley in the club at the moment?

He's still out on the course, but he
should be back soon.

Right. I'll wait, then. Thank you.

Oh, uh... If you wouldn't mind, Mr
Rowan, it's members only, I'm afraid. He

chairs in that area.

If you... Over here.

He told me to tell you he's sorry he
couldn't come himself.

And he's not keen on hospitals.

No, I don't like him much myself.

But he wants to know when he'll be back
in circulation again.

It's hard to say. I wanted to ring him,
but you can never go on the phone. In

any case, it's difficult in my
condition.

So, what with all this, you won't have
had time to collect them?

No. I mean, you can tell him, as you can
see, I'm completely bed -bound in bed.

That's not going to ruin out.

Right.

Anyway, I'm off.

He's waiting.

I'll tell him what you said.

Keep in touch.

What exactly are you alleging,
Constable?

Well, we know that the man who attacked
the boy got out of a grey Jaguar.

I can't be the only person in this part
of Yorkshire who drives one.

Well, you seem to be the only member of
this club who does.

And as a member, I park it in the
member's car park.

Certainly wouldn't dream of parking it
up by the driving range.

So where were you yesterday morning at
about 11 o 'clock, sir?

In my car, Constable.

Miles away from here.

I was out of town for the entire day.

Can anyone confirm that, sir?

I can find somebody.

If that becomes absolutely necessary.

Oscar, come in, lad. Come in.

You were sat out there that long. I
thought for a minute you were going to

off.

Not an easy decision to make, eh, Oscar?

Not really, no.

Cheers. Cheers.

So, what do you think?

Well, after the offer you've made me, I
reckon I'd be a fool not to accept it,

but... But?

It's like you said.

It's been a very difficult decision to
make. The police force has been my whole

life, up till now.

And look how they've treated you.

From what you've told me, your
decision's more or less been made up for

isn't it?

Well, that's certainly true.

So?

I've decided.

I'll take the job.

Good lad, Oscar.

Good lad.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Samson? It's me.

We need to talk.

I'll call you back.

Here to our future, then.

Cheers. Cheers.

What's all this about?

Your clothes.

Well, you're not going to chuck me out,
are you? Not in my state.

Mr. Greengrass, you are no longer in a
state.

You're quite well enough to go now.

Well, what happens when I get home? I
mean, who's going to do the shopping and

the cleaning and that? Mr. Greengrass,
we can't accept responsibility for that.

As far as we're concerned, you're fit to
leave, and that is that.

This is a national health hospital, not
a private nursing home.

I hope you realise I'm nearly an old
-age pensioner.

Midnight, one more night without
sleeping.

Watching till the morning comes
creeping.

Green door, what's that secret you're
keeping?

There's been old piano and a glass...

Back again?

Yeah, can I borrow one of these
photographs, you think?

Do I get to know what you want it for?

Well, it might just help us with our
inquiries.

Which one?

This one.

OK, help yourself.

So long as we get it back sometime.

Thank you.

Morning, lads.

Morning, sir.

Well,

come on, Bellamy, put the kettle on.
It's 11 o 'clock.

Sergeant. Hi, good morning, sir.

You're very elusive these days. Yes,
well, just tying up a few loose ends

Is there something I can help you with?

Several things, as a matter of fact.

Let's come this way.

Certainly, sir.

And the biscuits.

What's cheered him up all of a sudden?

I don't know.

Unless... Unless what?

Unless he knows something that we don't
know.

About what?

Well, if I knew that, I'd know as well,
wouldn't I?

Do you recognise anyone, Timmy?

Yeah.

Can you see the man who hit you?

Yeah.

Can you point to him for me?

You sure about that?

Yeah.

Oh, dear.

Nurse!

Mr. Greengrass.

Who?

What's the matter?

It's the pain, Sister.

It's come back again. It's worse than it
was the first time.

Oh, that's it. Is it still tender here?

Yeah. Oh, don't dig it like that. We'll
need to get a doctor to have a look at

you. We can't send you home in this
state.

Thanks. Thank you.

Well, he happens to be a very good
friend of mine, Rowan.

Arnold Sampson.

Local builder, well -known benefactor.

We often play golf together.

Timmy Gower picked him out as the man
who hit him.

Having just recovered from concussion,
right?

He wouldn't lie about it, Sarge. I'm not
saying he's lying, but he could be

mistaken.

After all, when he saw the man was
coming after him, I wouldn't have

that he would hang around to get a good
look.

The boy was adamant it was him.

What about this...

Greenkeeper, you had down his favourite
for this.

Well, he was just as positive that Del
Sharkey had nothing to do with it,

Now, I'd like to talk to Samson.

You wouldn't happen to have a number for
him, would you, Sarge?

Well, let me tell you again, Rowan, that
Samson is a good friend of mine, and I

don't believe for one minute he's
responsible.

Now, needless to say, you keep me well
posted on this.

Mr. Stamson?

Yes? PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police. Can
we have a word, do you think?

Oh, certainly you can.

This mysterious pain of Mr. Greengrass's
sister.

Yes. It's funny the way it came on so
suddenly.

Right after you told me he was going
home.

Yes. I noticed that too, nurse.

So you're taking the word of a nine
-year -old boy against mine, are you,

Constable? The boy had no hesitation in
picking you out from the photograph,

sir.

Whoever gave that lad a clip round the
ear, it certainly weren't me.

Oh, you heard about that, did you, sir?

The fact that his attacker gave him a
clip round the ear?

You just told me, Constable.

No, sir. No, all I told you was that the
boy had been chased.

And attacked?

Well, I suppose I must have heard it
somewhere else.

Down at club, I suppose.

It was talk of club bar that lunchtime,
as I remember.

So where were you on Monday morning at
about 11 o 'clock?

Well, down at golf club.

But not on driving range.

I was on putting green.

I've just bought myself this fancy new
putter and I'm having the devil's own

getting used to it.

Was anyone with you on the putting
green?

When you're breaking in a new putter,
Constable, the last thing you need is an

audience.

Do you know Timmy Gower, Mr. Thompson?

I never heard of him till this business
came up.

So why do you think he's so insistent
that you were the one who struck him?

I've really no idea.

But as the lad's been concussed for a
couple of days, it's no wonder his

playing tricks with him.

So, was Monday the only day you were at
the club, sir?

I'm a busy man, Constable.

I can't spend my entire life playing
golf.

Much as I'd like to.

Do you remember who else was in the club
bar that day?

Well, the usual Monday crowd, I suppose.

Would that include Mr Langley?

Les Langley?

I believe he was there, yeah.

Why, is that important?

Probably not, sir.

Well, Aitken, Oscar, it's Arnold.

Thankfully. OK.

Did it help?

Yeah, matter of fact, it did.

So he can play at it, can he, this Mr
Langley? Oh, I'll say.

He's club captain next year.

It's amazing how he manages to find the
time, really.

What's his line of work?

Well, planning officers, as far as I
know.

Really?

Right, Mr Greengrass.

Have you ever had an enema before?

I beg your pardon?

An enema, you know.

Well, we stick this tube in you and fill
you full of soapy water.

It makes you feel a bit like a washing
machine, really. All squishy and runny

inside. Still, think how clean your
tubes will be, eh?

Yes, I know, but you needn't bother with
that because, honestly, I feel a lot

better. The pain's nearly gone.

Well, that's good.

Eh, but still, it does seem a shame to
waste all this good soapy water.

I know. I've got a couple of shirts, if
you like.

No, no, look, honestly, seriously, I
honestly don't think I need that. In

I'm positive I don't.

Well, I'll go and get Sister Mercer.

Oscar?

Hello, Sarge. Owen.

I'll leave you to it.

There's some tea in the pot.

Oh, thanks, Holly.

So, you've obviously been to see Arnold
Samson?

Yeah.

And?

Well, he denies all knowledge of it, of
course.

But you don't believe him?

Well, there's several things that don't
really make sense.

Samson said he heard down at the golf
course that afternoon that the boy had

been hit.

Only he couldn't have, could he?

Why not?

Well, I only found out at the hospital
that afternoon.

And there's no way they were spreading
the word about it.

Ah, yes, well, he explained that to me
when he rang me this afternoon after you

left.

Did he?

Well, it wasn't lost on him, you know.

The way you picked up on that.

And afterwards he realised that he
probably didn't hear about it at the

Monday, but somewhere else since.

Did the name Lev Langley mean anything
to you, Sarge?

Well, he's our club champion

Led

Langley works in the planning

department for the local authority,
right?

Yes. And Arnold Sampson submits a
regular tender to that department.

Tenders that he usually wins, so I'm
told.

In fact, he's just landed a contract to
build a new shopping precinct.

What are you getting at, Rowan?

Well, the word down the town hall is
that he was allowed to put his tender in

hours later than the rest of the
bidders, the day after all this business

at the golf club.

And you're suggesting there's some
connection?

That Timmy Gower saw two men.

one of whom is identified as Samson.

He also saw a lot of papers and a bunch
of ten -pound notes, which is probably

why Samson lost his rag and chased after
him.

I don't believe a word of it.

But then, like you said, Sarge, you and
Arnold Samson go back a long way.

And what exactly is that supposed to
mean, Rowan?

Well, I'm sorry, Sarge, but I don't get
it.

Yesterday, you're on my back demanding
results, but the minute I have a go at

Samson, you're pouring cold water over
this whole thing.

And you think that's because he happens
to be a friend of mine, do you?

But what I'm actually doing as your
superior, Rowan, is pointing out that

in the business of assembling facts, not
indulging in flights of whimsy and then

finding the facts to fit them.

And I bitterly resent your suggestion
that I would let any friendship that I

might have colour my professional
judgement.

I think I've upset him.

I think you have.

Yeah, well, there's something not quite
right about any of this.

Oscar might leave a pit to be desired in
some ways, but there's one thing I'd

never question, and that's his
integrity.

Well, who's questioning his integrity?

I think you just did, didn't you?

Oh, Jonty, I was just coming to see you.

Oh, yeah.

So, business is good, eh, Arnold?

Getting better all the time.

I did hear a buzz that the council have
accepted your latest tender. That must

be the big one you were talking about.

You're very well informed, Oscar.

Not a sparrow falls in Ashfordly, but I
get to hear about it.

You know that, Arnold.

It's a good job we're signing you up,
then, isn't it?

What's your secret?

That's what I'd like to know.

My particular genius is finding the
right man for the right job and then

him. You mean like me, you mean?

If you like, yeah.

And Liz Langley, perhaps?

It's dog -eat -dog out there, Oscar.

As you've just found out for yourself.

Long service counts for nothing anymore.

Nor honesty.

So if you can buy yourself a bit of an
edge by slipping somebody a few quid,

then you do it.

Because if you don't, Secure will the
beggars behind you more than happy to.

That's the way it's done, is it?

You'll find out soon enough when you
start working for me.

Incidentally, you had a word with that
earnest young constable of yours, did

you?

Oh, yes.

So will that be the end of it?

Well, it's difficult to see how he could
take it any further, to be honest.

That's despite the fact that he's still
convinced that it was you that hit the

boy. Well, he'll obviously go far.

Pity he can't prove anything, though,
isn't he?

Do you think we should get him on the
payroll as well while we're at it?

No,

he's not for sale, Nick.

Don't you believe it?

Every man has his price.

Do you believe that, dear old?

It's simply a question of picking the
time and the place and the right

circumstances.

Make the right offer.

They fall into like apples.

Well, what a sad and sorry story,
Claude, isn't it?

I'm just glad you realise there are no
talk to do about it.

Of course.

You could have let me know.

Then I could have made alternative
arrangements.

Yeah, well, I tried to, but the only
phone I could get to were out of order.

It's got all coins stuck in it.

Well, at least you tried your best, eh,
Claude?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, well, it's very good
of you to look at it like that, cos

there's a lot as wouldn't.

Oh, it's you.

Have you got a minute, Sarge?

Right, come in.

Well?

I just wanted to apologise, Sarge.

Fair enough.

But as it turned out, you were quite
right.

Not that we have enough evidence yet to
prove that it was Arnold Sampson who

assaulted the kid, but CID were very
interested in this other business.

And his connection with Les Langley.

And there's no doubt in my mind that
they'll both eventually be facing

corruption charges.

So what happened, Sarge?

To make you change your mind?

Once a copper, always a copper.

It's hard to break the habit of a
lifetime.

Not that my former friend, Donald
Sampson, would say it like that. As far

he's concerned, all I've done is betray
a confidence.

Did he admit it, then?

In a roundabout sort of way.

He thought he could trust me, having
just bought me as he saw it.

How do you mean?

He offered me a chart, Nick.

Double my present salary, company car,
help buy my own house.

That must have been very tempting,
Sergeant.

Oh, yes, it certainly was.

Especially under these present
circumstances.

But you turned him down.

Hmm.

So what happens now, then, Sergeant?

Well, Inspector Barry leaves tomorrow,
submits his report.

So I suppose I'll just have to wait.

See what the future holds.

Like everybody else.

And the doctor will be glad to see you.
Good evening, sister.

Oh, good evening.

You left a message about a man being
involved in a fight.

Well, it certainly seems that way,
officer. Would you like to follow me?

Mr Greengrass.

What? Oh.

Before you ask, I walked into a door.

Revolving at speed at the time, was it?

Oh, very good.

What time's the tea trolley coming,
sister?

I'm sorry, Mr Greengrass.

You missed it while you were asleep.

In fact, one way or another, it hasn't
exactly been your day, has it, Claude?

Go and get me some grapes.

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kisses me?

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