All language subtitles for GG 1x03 Bombers Moon.en

Vater. Mein Vater, bist du an Bord?

Vater, bist du hier?

Vater.

Vater!

Bloody hell... Bloody, bloody hell!

The doctor says he won't
come until he has a body, sir.

What? What, he thinks it's
just an eyeball down there?

Somebody leaned over the quay
and it dropped out?

He says he needs a body, sir.

Unbelievable.

I've got something here. Right here,
Sarge. Sarge! Right, good.

Tell him we've got one.

Shouldn't we call out
Chief Inspector Gently?

No, no. He's on leave. Right.

Go on, Doctor.

Please let me through. Stand back.

But then I need to talk to
whoever is in charge.

Well, who is in charge? It's all
right, I'm in charge.
How can I help?

I am missing my father
since last night. OK, right.

Since we are to come here, to meet
and go on our boat and I am hearing
now there is a body in the water!

Er, yeah.
Can I take your name please, sir?

Wilhelm Schmeikel...and my
father is Gunter Schmeikel.

Gunter Schmeikel.

I'm Detective Sergeant John Bacchus.

Now, is that your boat
over there, sir? Please.

I have no need
to talk to you... I wish
to speak to the commanding officer.

I am in charge, Mr Schmeikel.
You? Yeah. No. A mere sergeant?

Detective sergeant, actually.

No, no no...you do not understand.

My father is missing. He's an
important man, very important.
Yeah. We'll try our best.

No, no. That's not good enough.
It's unacceptable...
Wilhelm! Das ist Gunter.

Sir. Sir, sir. Please, I need to...
Excuse me, sorry, pet.

Can you just tell me the man
that's been recovered...

Is my father-in-law...
It's Wilhelm's father...

Gunter Schmeikel! Gunter Schmeikel.

Why didn't you call me?

Because 30 seconds ago it was
just an unidentified eyeball.

I thought you were on leave?

Not now, I'm not. Right. Right.

Is there anything I can do, then?

Get you a cup of tea, perhaps?

No, thanks. Look at the body.

Well, the eyeball was
hooked out by a fisherman.

Not talking about
the eyeball, Sergeant.

He's all twisted.
Yeah, we'll get to that.
Look at his hands. What do you see?

Nothing. What's that tell you?

He didn't struggle.

Yeah, because he would have
torn his hands to shreds trying to
get out of here, but he didn't.

Turn him over.

Pull up his jacket and shirt.

That spine's been snapped.

He didn't struggle because
the attack paralysed him.

Meaning he was alive when
he entered the water. Correct.

Shall I call off the doctor, then?

I'll have a stab at the time of
death, if you like. You fancy a bet?

Ten or twelve hours.

All right, you're on.

So you were just passing then,
were you? Well, you know.

I had a look in at
the station, yeah.

On your week off?

We got a name yet?

Yeah. Gunter Schmeikel.

What's that, German,
Austrian, Swiss?

Well, it's not Geordie, is it?

Taylor's talking to his
son and his daughter-in-law...

They reckon that's
his boat over there.

Very nice.

Any wallet or cash?

No. Just this.

Must've cost a few bob, this.

All right for some.

I thought they lost the war.

Log book.

It says here they left
Hamburg six days ago.

I did German 'O' level.

Top of me class.

Well, that's a relief.

Passport in the name
of Gunter Schmeikel.

It's him, all right.

Overnight bag.
See if there's a wallet.

No. No, there isn't.

Hey, eh, listen, I had this German
pen pal that came over to stay
from Dusseldorf when I was 17.

Elke, she was called.

Ah, man, she was...
Hair down to here.

Face like an angel.

God, she was, she was beautiful.

Good.

I took the son and daughter-in-law
back to their hotel, sir...

About a mile up the hill.
You left them on their own?

You never said they were suspects.
Well, of course
they're suspects, man.

Some folks in the crowd
said that the deceased was drinking

with some locals in the Mariner's
Rest last night. Well done, Taylor.

We'll use your car.

Well, how do you fit
a pram into an MG?

Three into two does not go.

I did 'O' Level Maths an' all.

Mrs Schmeikel's in the coffee lounge,
and...

Yes. Mr Schmeikel's still
in his room...on the phone.

Room number? 14.

D'you mind if I listen in, Guv?

I'm sorry, I didn't quite
catch that. Can I have the
headphones, please, pet?

Thanks.

Yep.

What?

He's speaking in German.
Him and another man.

Saying what?

Well, it's a bit tricky, isn't it,
when you can't see the lips moving?

Or if the speaker doesn't
have the face of an angel?

Interrupt him, please.

Tell him Detective Inspector Gently
would like to speak to him.
Right now.

Go and get him.

Mr Schmeikel?

Yes, I have a
Detective Gently for yer.

Chief Inspector.
This is more like it.

No offence intended, Sergeant.

Right. Chief Inspector Gently.

Yes... Thank you.

You can leave now.

Shall we...?

My father had been drinking
all evening with his so-called...

friends...and, I'm
imagining him trying to get
into the dinghy...and, well,

in he goes. What if I told you
we think his back was broken?

Lieber Gott.

Are you all right, Mrs Schmeikel?
Yes.

Now, you mentioned that
your father was important.

He owns a large pharmaceutical
company in Bremen.

That makes him important, does it?

Can you tell me what happened
to your hands, Mr Schmeikel?

This. This you get from the North
Sea when you're no good at sailing!

Ridiculous!
This whole thing is ridiculous.

Ridiculous in what way, sir?

My father, he, er, was a prisoner
of war...shot down in '44...

Luftwaffe...a bomber pilot...

and, then... billeted?

Billeted, yeah.

Billeted, yes, on a pig farm...which
20 years later I apparently must
visit and stay at so I can "learn"

how pig farmers do business...

So my father,
he stays on the farm...and

we come here. Did you argue
with your father over this?

They argue all the time, it's...

These pig farmers, are they
the friends he was in the pub with
last night?

The Hardyments, yeah!
The Hardyments.

Gunter, Gunter. C'mon, let's do
the worm song. Do the worm song.

No, no, no, I can't remember it!

Course yer can!
Who taught yer, eh? Away, man,
let's wind the clock back 20 year!

# Whisht lads, hold yer gobs
I'll tell yer all an awful story,

# Whisht lads, hold yer gobs
An' I'll tell yer 'boot the worm! #

And where were you?

We were here... We were here
until we were to meet my father
at the quayside at 10.15...

He insisted we sleep on the boat
to catch an early tide.

So, you left the hotel
last night, what time?

Ten o'clock, yes? Ten...ja.

Did you see or meet anyone?

No. No-one...

And when my father doesn't
come after half an hour,
we come back here.

Did your father have a wallet?

Yes.
The inside pocket of his jacket.

Why, it is gone?

Yes. Could I ask

who were you talking to earlier,

on the phone?

I had to inform the company...
to let them know.

My father-in-law's employees
are like his family.
Halt du dich da raus.

You will be needing our passports...
I will go get them for you. Yes.

THEY WHISPER IN GERMAN

Excuse me,

could you speak in English, please?

Excuse me,
her English is not good enough.

Um... I must... By all means.

I can read German...
I just, I can't do the oral.

Poor old Elke. Right.

Once you've collected
the Schmeikels' passports,
get someone to track down China...

I want him here drunk or sober,
as soon as you can.

Why do we need him?

Just do it, please.

They're looking
in all the pubs in Durham for China.

And the pathologist's ripping
the body open already, so...

Right. Let's visit a pig farmer.

Oh, right.

One minute.

They're pretty well off,
some of these pig farmers.

A hundred quid for this car? Yeah.

A hundred pound for an MG
is a bargain, man! Oh, yeah,

so why are you selling it so cheap?

You know.

Have you got money
problems, Sergeant?

No.

Yes. What, are you just feeling the
pinch, or are you actually in debt?

How much do you owe? Look, sir,
it's nothing I can't manage...

I'm taking my Inspector's
exams soon...which I'll pass...
Well, yes, I'm sure you'll pass.

But I can't see a vacancy
for an Inspector coming up
in the near future.

Well, then I'll transfer to another
force where they've got more room.

Somewhere bigger.
And how long's that going to take?

Look, Sir, it's all in hand.

Yeah, good...because a copper
in debt is open to temptation.

I resent that, actually. What?
You think it can't happen to you?

I've seen it a dozen times.
A dozen promising careers ruined.

Just trying to offer
some friendly advice.

Yes, sir, I heard your advice.
"Don't get into debt".

Thanks for the tip.
I'm selling me car, aren't I?

Sorry. Sorry.

Honestly, it'll all
get straightened out.

I reckon Mrs Schmeikel knows
more than she's allowed to say.

Oh, what's that smell?!

Shoes...

Who are yous, like,
and what d'yer want?
Detective Sergeant Bacchus...

How, Da! Who's that flash bugger?
Looks like a toff.

Afternoon.

I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Gently.
This is Detective Sergeant Bacchus.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions, please.

A bloody Londoner!
And a big-wig an' all.

Gets worse and worse! Welcome
to the North/South divide, sir.

Well, I'm just about
to have me dinner...so
either wait there, or away in.

I'm shocked...shocked,

I am, I'm shocked.

I am. We were with him last night!

Who'd wanna do Gunter?!

Naybody...why would they?!

I gave him a wave as we drove off!

I can barely eat!

Can I ask you about last night?

Aye, ask what yer like, aye!

You went to the Mariners.

Aye! And what happened?

Cos I haven't seen Gunter
since he was billeted here...

But as soon as he's back, he's back
in his loft where he was as a PoW...

Two nights he slept there. He helps
out with the pigs an' everything...

Him an altogether different
type of farmer now...

A pharmaceutical man.
Aye, a pharmaceutical man,
that's right, aye.

But he mucks in like it's 20 years
ago, you know, and he loves it.

We took him to Hadrian's Wall...cos
I taught him to be a bird man,

and there's rare ones flying in,
you know, quite a to-do about it,

and 'fore yer know it's his last
night and we're all in the pub.

He's buying drinks for everybody.

No, really,
already you have given enough!

Then, when I'm gone, tomorrow,

the drinks are still on me!
One Black and Tan, sir. Thank you!

Keep it, please.

Singing the Worm song!

Aye. Aye...

He'll tell yer all
about the worm now.

Whisht lads and hold yer gobs
for the man who's buyin' drinks,
Gunter Schmeikel!

Sieg heil... Sieg heil!

Oy! Forgive and forget, you lot!

Or I'll slap yer chops for yer!

Mabs...

Mabs, it's all in jest!

# He catched a fish upon his heuk
He thought leukt varry queer

# But what'n a kind of fish it was
Young Lambton couldn't tell

# He wasn't fash to carry it home
So he hoyed it doon a well

# Whisht lads, hold yer gobs
I'll tell yer all an awful story

# Whisht lads, hold yer gobs,
I'll tell yer boot the worm! #

Fancy a drop of home brew,
Chief Inspector?!

Yeah, be very nice. Thank you.

He's like Gunter's family,
isn't he?

What was that?
He says you're a lot like Gunter.

Weren't a bomber pilot, though, were
yer? Oh, no. Not a bomber pilot, no.

No, you gotta be posh
to be a bomber pilot!

Not yer Alec Douglas-Home posh...

But posher than you.

Aye, he'd have liked you.

You'd have liked him,
well, everybody liked Gunter.

End of the evening, what happened?
Well, he's back to Deutschland

first tide, so we come
out the pub and give him a hug.

What time was that?

Ten o'clock sharp... We're up
early in the morning, you know.

Which way did you go home?

Along the quayside and
back up the hill. See anybody else?

Don't think so, no. Yeah, we did!

That son of his, near his hotel.

Cos I said, "Oh, you've missed him!"

I'm sorry, but he didn't like us.

Ah, you didn't like him...
We noticed!

Well, what's to like
about that arrogant shite?

So you saw him and his wife
walking towards the quayside.

No, no, she wasn't with him.
He was on his own...

Wouldn't have her
down...she's just a mouse.

Anything I can do,
just give us a shout!

Thank you.

Did you see the young lad skulking
around? The one that left. I did...

Speak of the devil.

In the pub last night.

There was this new bloke
behind the bar called Shavers...

A big bastard, like,
yer wouldn't cross him.

Anyway, we're with Gunter.

A mate of mine at the bar says
Shavers has been mouthing off

about the Nazis an' that, an' how he
pissed in Gunter's beer and said he
had a mind to do more, you know?

And when a few others walked
out in protest, he gans with 'em.

# Whisht lads, hold yer gobs
I'll tell yer all an awful story... #
What time was this?

Just after nine?

Right, thanks... We'll be in touch.

I saw him again that night
when we were leaving.

In the car park,

in the shadows, watching us...
I didn't have a good feeling,
like, but...

say goodbye to Gunter
and look back, and he'd gone.

This is Shavers?

Aye.

Chick Shavers.
Did you see where he went?

Nah, we just drove off.

And did you see anyone after that?

Only Dog Shite On Yer Shoe.

Y'know, Gunter's son.
Coming down the hill.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Hoy!

Y'know that owld knack ya drivin'?

Will you take 25 pound for scrap?

No. I won't.

Touch me one more time! Get in.

Mr Shavers, thanks for coming in.
Please sit down.

No, ta, I won't be stopping.

We've had reports that you claimed
to have urinated in the beer of a
particular customer last night...

In the Kraut's, aye. I did it
three times, one for each Reich!

You're aware Mr Schmeikel
was found dead this morning.

Well, if it's from urine
poisoning, I'm yer man.

You don't mind that he's dead? Look.

I don't know what you were doing in
the war. Sit down. Yelling at folk
to put up black-out curtains...

I was kicking that scum back where
they came from, and I saw things
that are buried into here! Here!

You and the rest of the world can
forgive and forget... But not me.

Calm down.
I've had it with you!!

I'm all right.

I missed my vocation.

Suspected broken back.

Everything else just as we thought.

Taylor. Sir.

They tell me you're a wrestling fan.

Oh, well, me mam is sir, I
just take her along, like.

Name Chick Shavers
mean anything to you?

Oh, aye, I saw him in Berwick once...

He's retired now, did his knee in.
Oh, he was a nasty piece of work.

Played the part well, though.

Did some horrible things
to The Wild Man of Borneo.

Nearly broke his back once.

Thank you. Sir.

So if we cuff him, d'you reckon
you can manage Shavers on your own?

Yeah, of course. Good.

Well, I should, um...

stay out of his reach though.

I object to Nazis coming here
and flashing their money around.

I object, OK?
Cos where's my money, eh?

Where's mine?
I thought we won the war!

This is 1964, Mr Shavers.

There speaks a man
whose pockets are full!

Listen...

I don't go looking for them, right?
But if they turn up on my doorstep
and wave it in my face then yeah,

I'll put piss in their beer,
and folk'll pat us on
the back for doing it!

What else did you do?
What d'you mean, what else?

We have a witness that places
you in the car park when
Gunter Schmeikel left the pub.

Witness. Don't yer mean half-wit?

One of the Hardyments?

Witless, more like!

Mr Shavers, did you follow Gunter
Schmeikel down to the quay? No.

Because his back was broken, see.

You're quite capable
of doing that, aren't you?

No. No, no, no, no. No, you don't!

Whoa!

Look...

Just calm down, all right.

Just get on with it.

All right.

I did go to the quayside, aye.

But I was on me way back,
and this is the truth, right?

Cos I admit it. I hate 'em.

I hate Jerries, and all right,
I did want to do something else and
I knew what that something was, so I

went down to the quay
to set their boat adrift.

This is about nine.

And I arrive, and there's their flash
boat with no-one around, or, I think

there's no-one around, but then I
clock this car, cos whoever's in it
turns on some light so I turn away.

Hang about, hang about.

Who was it? I don't know.

Well, didn't...didn't
you recognise them?

I'm not looking, am I?
I'm waiting to set the boat adrift.

I just want the bloke to go,
but he stays, he just sits there!

Calm down.

And after half an hour of waiting,
I lose me appetite, give up,
go back to the pub and

arrive just as the Hardyments and
the Kraut are heading off home.
And that's the God's honest.

And what type of car was it?
I don't know!

A dark saloon.

I can't be sure.
That's all I can tell you.

Right.

Would I be right in thinking
that "Chick Shavers"
isn't your real name?

Well, it's the name
I used professionally.
And it's the one I'm known as now.

Right, yeah, see,

I'm afraid we need your name
that's on your birth certificate.

Malcolm Fairey. Sorry?

Malcolm Fairey!

Thank you. Poofter.

You know, none of the locals...

Well, except for the
Fairey in the blue corner...

none of them have a bad word
to say about our German bomber.

Yeah, Gunter Schmeikel seems
to have been a decent fellow.

Oh, yeah, yeah. For somebody
who dropped bombs on people.

You know, I can just about
remember the docks being bombed.

Civilians were killed.

Innocent people.

Ever hear of Dresden?

Our bombs created a fire storm
that killed 50,000 civilians.

For no particular reason
that I can think of,

except to terrorise a nation.

Yeah, well, the Germans should've
thought of that before they
started the bloody war.

Right.

Chick Shavers tells us
that there was a car at the quayside
when he left.

Yep. When he got to the pub,
the Hardyments were saying
goodbye to Gunter,

and the Hardyments drive
along the road, up the hill
where they see Wilhelm coming down.

Yeah, and he's on his own.
He hasn't got his wife with him.

According to the Hardyments. Yeah.

Meanwhile, Gunter's walking
from the pub to the quay.

We assume, where he met his maker.

Let's see what time the Schmeikels
booked back into their hotel.

OK. Should be interesting.

China? Well, you did say
"drunk or sober", Guv.

No, no, Mr Bacchus. I'm sober as
a lamb, and ready and willing to

do whatever it is Mr Gently is
ready and willing for me to do.

Drunk, then.

Taylor. Sir.

Go to my house. I want this man
scrubbed, shaved and put in one of
my suits, with a shirt and tie,

with shoes on, and socks...my
socks...and brought back here.

Mr Gently, sir. I cannot
let another man perform intimate...

And if I'm pleased...

Scoured, Taylor...head to toe.

Quick as you can. Yes, sir.

His name's Robert Stratton.

He's a warden for the National Park.

He was on the quay last night
monitoring bird migration.

I only know what I'm told, sir.

He came in of his own accord.

He's here with his daughter,
that's her, cos his wife's not well,

and his daughter's
apparently a bit...
WHISTLES

We got to the quay around nine.

Yes... Bird watching at night? Yeah.

Oh, we don't do it all year round,
just when the migrations are on.

You don't have to see them, y'see...

you can hear 'em coming in.

And we've had a couple of mergansers
turn up on one of the lakes,
from Denmark.

The red merganser's a scruffy bird,
it's not very common in these parts.

It's got a tufty head,
very untidy-looking,
always bedraggled...always...always.

That's the one.

But you weren't out and about last
night, you were sitting in your
car on the quay?

Angled, yeah, so I'm looking out to
sea, which is what I must've been
doing cos I didn't see anyone arrive.

But suddenly this big chap turns up,
down by the dinghy moorings.

He looks in my direction
and turns away.

And he walks up and down
a bit, impatient, like.

And then I'm checking the
skies again and he's gone.

And what happened then? Well, some
curlew and oyster-catchers come over.

We're not
greatly interested in the birds.

Oh, I'm sorry... No, um...

Ten past ten,

another chap turns up.

A slighter man, quite tall...

I can't give much of a
description, I'm afraid,
but he's sitting on one of the

bollards and he's tapping his
thighs, you know, like he's
drumming along to a song.

And... Well, as I say, I'd decided
to call it a day and I drive off.

Was this the man who died?

One minute...

Can I go and get the passports?

Alice! Alice. No. Stop it.

I'm sorry.

Here y'are, here y'are...

Make a list of every bird
you've seen this month.

It's very good of you to have
come in so promptly.

Was this the man that
you saw at the quay?

Look, I was some way away.

I cannot swear to it. Right.

What about these two?

Yeah, they were at the hotel.

Right.

I popped in for a drink
on the way down.

They were at the bar, very smart. I
passed this one as I was going home,
he was coming down towards the quay.

Was he with anybody?

No, he was on his own,
he was carrying two bags.

Oh, I'm sorry, she's...
Here y'are. Alice, leave it.

There you go. Go on, carry on.

All right, all right...

All I wanna do is ask you a few
questions, that's all, right?

I only meet him twice,
but Gunter, he is like someone
you have known for years.

He is...

He looks at you when you speak,

looks into you.

Is interested in you,

and has such a smile.

I think...

SHE SPEAKS ITALIAN
Ma non tutti, ovviamente.

Parla Italiano?
No, veramente, no.

Mia moglie e nata a Napoli.

Oh...he's married,

what a pity!

Gunter, he spoke Italian to me once,

though his wife was, um... Danish.

WAS Danish?
She died this year, he say to me.

So did mine. I'm so sorry.

When Gunter left last night...

With the Hardyments.
Yes, did anyone else leave?

The ones that don't like
a German buying the drinks

and have walked out, they come
back in through the other door.

I have been working the bar for half
an hour or more, on my own.

And the drinks are free,
but now Chick is back to help!

And Chick Shavers came back when?

Gunter and the Hardyments go, and
Chick is next to me straightaway.

And stays here? Yes.

If you think

of anything else you would like
to ask me...

Thank you.

Call the station.
They can let Chick Shavers go.

Got an alibi.

Mr Gently, sir.

How have we done? Will I do?

Have you got a comb, Sergeant?

Give it to him.

What did you find out?

Bloke in there says ask
the Hardyments
about a woman called Molly,

lived with them during the war.

And then had a thing with Gunter,

and then she later topped herself.

China! Come with me.

No, you...

China, that's my suit.
Don't put fag-ends in it.

Right, Mr Gently. If I'm
passing you off as a police officer,
at least try and act like one.

I have a problem.

The Hardyments only remember driving
past you, Mr Schmeikel. You alone,

not Mrs Schmeikel.

She was with me!

I was there... I was with him.

Another witness only saw Mr
Schmeikel walking down the hill.

They are lying!

Why would they do that?

Who is the investigator here?

Perhaps the Hardyments wish
to point the finger at me
because they did it.

Um, I'm sorry, are you
accusing the Hardyments?

Yeah! Why not?

They get drunk and they kill him!

Wilhelm, nein.
Kill him for what reason,
Mr Schmeikel?

For being German,

and successful, a combination you
cannot bear because we
are more determined than you,

more industrious, more
ingenious, and this makes you angry.

Oh.
Not possible. I'm sorry, I forgot.

You British are so pleasant.
SHE SPEAKS GERMAN

HE REPLIES IN GERMAN

Leave 'em to it.

I apologise for my husband.

He is upset.

I'm curious, though,
as to what motive you think

the Hardyments would attribute
to you, if they thought
you had killed your father.

Ridiculous question. Wilhelm.

Are you considering us now suspects?

Britische Gerechtigkeit!

THEY SPEAK ANGRILY IN GERMAN

Did you get all that?

She asked him not be rude...

And then he was rude,
and he told her to

leave it to him from now on.

They were having a row.

I think. And before that?

She was saying why would the
Hardyments kill Gunter when he was
making them such a generous offer?

What offer?
What offer? How do I know?

He told her to shut up
and never mention it again.

Well done, China.

Thanks, Mr Gently.

May be needing you again. Yeah.

"Niemals", it means never.

China never got off
the beach at Dunkirk.

He spent five years
in various Stalags.

DOGS BARK AND GEESE QUACK

Pull up the crates.

Now, yer might think this is
what yer had before...but
there's a lesson in that.

Put days between yer visits.

None for me... Thank you very much.

Oh, yeah, man. Tuck in, tuck in.

Are yer back with news?

Just some questions.

Aye, well, we like a bit of a quiz.
So fire away.

Who's Molly?

Who talked to you about Molly?

Why don't you just
tell us about her?

Jimmy. Sit down. Jimmy... Jimmy!

Molly was Jimmy's mum.

She was the daughter of
a neighbouring farmer,

and when she got pregnant, out
of wedlock, this is January 1940,

the father kicked her out.
The bastard.

Molly was training to be a teacher,
you know, something worthwhile,
so Mabs and me, we took her in.

And when Jimmy was born,
Mabs looked after him,
so she could finish her training.

And she became a wonderful teacher,
so we're told.

Then the war ended and two
year after, '47, 2nd of May,
nay-body saw it coming.

She took her own life.

Here on the farm.

Up in the loft where Gunter stayed.

No reason why.

No last note.

Just an empty bottle of pills.

Where was Gunter? Repatriated.
He'd gone back two weeks before.

Aye, the how she died, and the where
and the why got everybody talking,
you know, making assumptions.

Did anything happen
between Molly and Gunter?

Well, now, the only two people
who can answer that are dead, but...

I'm sure as damn-it certain
nowt happened between 'em.

What about Jimmy, then?

He must have been about, I dunno,
seven when Molly died.

Maybe he saw 'em...
You know, saw them together,
maybe he knows something.

Look, when Gunter comes back again,
aye, everybody's talking again,
you know, was it to do with him?

But he hadn't been here long,
looking round the farm.
We're all traipsing after him.

Nothing has changed.

Nothing.

All is as it was. Everything!

Only us...we have changed!

Look at you all!

Jimmy...

You were that size!

And your mother, Molly.

What is she now?

She's a head teacher?
Must be such a fine teacher.

Will I get to see her, too?

No, um...

We lost Mum a long time ago,
Gunter.

'He had all these pairs of eyes
staring at him,

'looking for a hint of guilt,
a trace of bad conscience,

'and all we saw
was love and sadness.'

Same as what we all felt.

And yet, he spent two nights in
the loft where she killed herself.

Yeah, but we didn't tell him
that's where it happened.
Mind if I have a look?

There's not much to see, like.

There you go.

Like I said, not much to see.

Sir...

That's Gunter's.
He must've left it here.

He didn't take it to the pub?
Can't have. He must've left it here.

Fingerprints. Fingerprints!
What do you want fingerprints for?

Did Gunter make you any kind
of offer while he was here?

Who told you that?

Did he? Well, I didn't really
understand what he was on about.

Something to do with him giving us
shares in his firm for free.

But I didn't like the sound
of shares, so I said no.

But he kept bringing it up,
saying he wanted to thank me
for what I did for him.

And I said to him words are enough.

What did you do for him?

Nowt, as far as I was concerned,
but he said it was the community.

The way we lived.

You're not looking as friendly
as you were.

I'd like the fingerprints of
everybody on the farm, please.

Where's your car?
Still at the station.

Pick it up, scrape China off the
bar and earn yourself some overtime.

I want that wallet dusted and
cross-checked for fingerprints.

Find out anything and everything
that you can about the Schmeikels
and their company...

That's where China comes in,
by the way.

Get on the phone
to the German Embassy.

I want a flavour of this company.
The business will reflect the man.

Thanks. For the overtime.

By the way,
who gave us the heads up on Molly?

Bert Galton. The fisherman
that hooked out the eyeball.

Yeah?

Friend of Chick Shavers.

Is he now?

Chief Inspector.

What can I get you?

No. No, thank you, I'm on duty.

I wondered if you noticed
the other night whether...

Gunter Schmeikel paid
for his drinks from a wallet?

A wallet? Yes, he did.

Bert Galton...is he here?

You know, I leave
at the end of next week.

SHE SPEAKS ITALIAN
And I was wondering...

Did your wife ever make you
risotto di zucca?

Yes, she did, often.

I have said the wrong thing.

No. No, er...

Amata, you seem like
a very lovely woman and it's been
a pleasure to meet you.

But I have to go now.

Good luck, Mr Gently.

Oh, sir, post mortem.

The lower spine has splintered
from pressure, not a blow.

They're gonna do more tests on that.
The fingerprint boys are still
working on the wallet. Too slow!

I have bollocked them, sir,
but listen to this.

German Police in Bremen are
investigating Wilhelm Schmeikel
for fraud...major fraud.

What's he been up to? Illegal
transfer of funds from his father's
company into his accounts.

Why would he need to steal
from his father?

Because Gunter was in the process
of turning his company
into a co-operative,

making every employee
into a shareholder

and effectively...disinheriting
Wilhelm! Pick him up! Right.

< SNORING

Guv, urgent call.
Disturbance at the Mariners Rest.

Piece of shite!
Piece of shite yerself.
Spreadin' lies about my ma!

Clip him, man!

Keep out of this, you!
He's the one telling yer, is he?!

You're nicked, the pair of you!
Bit of a mover, aren't ya?!

Cuff him, call for assistance.

Away, man, let them finish it!
LAUGHTER

I hear you've had a bit of a result,
Chief Inspector.

I hear...the young Nazi
killed the old Nazi.

Joy unconfined, eh!

Shut up.

Mr Fairey.

Who's been doing all the
talking round here? Not me, sir.

Well, cut it out, d'you hear me!
..You are still on my radar.

He ditched his wife and scarpered.
He's on the bus to Newcastle.
He's gonna try and get a boat!

I thought you took his passport?
Dual nationality, sir.

He's got a Danish one an' all. His
mother was Danish. Amata told me.

I tried to stop him.

Didn't telephone us,
though, did you?

I told him this will only look bad,
this will implicate you!

Your English is excellent, isn't it?

Yes. Well, while we're at it,
let's clear up one other thing.

Did you, or did you not, walk down
to the quayside with your husband?

I was going to.

But I was feeling ill. I needed
to lie down for a while, so...

I stayed here at the hotel
and he went on ahead.

Collect your things
and come downstairs, please.

Take your time.
OFFICER PANTS

Not that long!

The station called to say a warden
from the National Park claims
to have seen Gunter Schmeikel.

Stratton? We talked to him
yesterday. No, sir.

Another warden, who saw the dead
man's photo in the paper this morning

and remembers seeing him in the park
near Hadrian's Wall two days ago.

He was with a group of people,
but Gunter Schmeikel was seen

in conversation with Stratton,
who then went off with him, sir.

The man who arrived just before
you left the other night.

The man we assumed was Gunter
Schmeikel, you said he sat on a
bollard. Which one? That one there.

So the car's pointing
virtually straight at him? Yes.

And when you start your engine,
the headlights come on
and he's right in your beam?

I suppose so. Yes.
And presumably looks up.

If he did, I don't remember.
Well, did he or didn't he?

You were looking straight at him.
Well, I was driving off.

Yes, and in order to leave,
you have to go into reverse
and then come forward again.

When I reverse, I look behind us.

A colleague of yours,
a fellow warden, says that

he saw you two days ago with Gunter
Schmeikel at the National Park.

He says you spoke to him,
then went off together on your own.

He says he recognised the deceased
from the newspaper photographs.

No. No, can't be the same man.

Well, it was, though, wasn't it?

Well, I met a lot of people that day!
A lot of Germans?!

Listen, what can I say? I'm sorry.
I never connected the two men.

Well, you can now.

The man who sat on the bollard, was
he the same man you went off with
on the moors?! Don't shout at him!

Why are you shouting?
Alice! Stop it, please.

It's all right, it's all right.
Alice, you're quite right.

You're quite right, I shouldn't.
You shouldn't. A man called Gently
shouldn't shout!

No. You're right, Alice.
I'm sorry. I apologise.

My dad sometimes shouts,
only in the house.

Never outside, you mustn't shout
outside, only in the house.

Do you blame us? No.

It never occurred...
Of course it was the same man.

Well, thank God for that or we'd
be looking for another German.

But...the man on the moors,
why did you go off with him?

Well, everyone was
hoping to see a Merganser.

Jim, he was with Jim Hardyment,
but Jim's got gout these days

and asks if I can take him down
the lake, so I said sure, yeah.

I only point him
in the right direction.

I may need to speak to you again,
Mr Stratton.

Of course. Again, I'm sorry.

Me mind's all over the place.

Alice. Am I forgiven?

Got yer. Got yer!

HORN BLARES

Police. Sorry about this...

Hey, you stay where you are!
You stay where you are! Right? Yeah.

What happened, eh? Your father found
out you were stealing from him?

Agh! Right, come on.

Sorry, it's just me.
Chief Constable was busy.

All right, you can go now.
Thank you. Listen...

No, no, no. In the car.

Please. Just, please listen.
This could be as important for you
as it is for me. Please listen.

No, you listen. You don't know
how much trouble you're in? Right.
No, I know, I know.

I know, you hang people here.

And if the tide is against me,
which it is, then no-one is going
to understand.

So my father's company, mine now,

we can pay our way!

I'm not following you. Oh, yes,
you are. You are very smart, and...

and I've been watching you.

You have connections. And I'm not
trying to avoid anything.

It is just that, in Germany,
we do not have the death penalty.

So all I ask is for you to
work on my extradition,
to have me sent back to Bremen.

For that, I will give you �20,000.

Because I did not kill my father!
Did not, did not!

Look...

To show good faith,
with one phone call...

I put �5,000
into your bank account today.

Now. All I need is you give me
your account number. Yes?

Sir?

Schmiekel, any news?
Er, no, sir.

Post-mortem tests?
No. Not yet, sir.

I've just been told
there are two sets of prints on
Gunter Schmeikel's wallet.

Gunter's and Jimmy Hardyment's.

Jimmy...
Could you tell me, please,

why your finger-prints
were on Gunter's wallet?

I took it to see if he had
a photo of me mam in it.

When was this?

In the pub on the last night.

'He was singing this song
and just threw his jacket to us.

'But when he finished,
I was still holding the wallet.'

Hadn't looked in it yet.

In case anybody saw us...

Cos I felt like a thief.

So then I kept it.

I put it in the bedside cupboard up
in the loft as if he'd forgotten it.

And was there a photo
of your mum in it?

Jimmy, do you think Gunter was
responsible for your mother's death?

I don't pretend that Wilhelm's
relationship with Gunter was easy.

It wasn't.

I think, maybe, they
disagree about everything,

but to be the son of
a successful father, it is hard.

Then on this trip to
be presented to these...

Wilhelm calls them peasants...
and they are.

In the best sense, they are.

But then his father is saying, these
people are what we must be like.

This is what our company
must be like, this is how we must
look after one another,

and really,
this is not business!

And you met the Hardyments where?

Wilhelm's father studies birds and
the Hardyments took us to the moors.

Tell me about that.

There's nothing to tell.

We don't like the Hardyments and I'm
sure the Hardyments don't like us.

But Gunter is happy.

So happy.

Well,
someone tried to snatch his camera.

They didn't get it,
but Wilhelm was very angry.

He wanted to find this person,
because it happened while Gunter
was off at the lake.

But then Gunter was saying,
leave it, leave it, so we leave it.

Please, I have to keep saying this,
because I know it is true.

Wilhelm could never have killed
his father, never. This I know.

Your husband is being investigated
for fraud, Frau Schmeikel,
for stealing from his father.

Perhaps in anticipation
of his father disinheriting him.
Did you know that?

He never told you, did he?

Do some thinking, please.

Mr Gently. China.

I was asked to take a call from
Bremen, from the police there.

They couldn't speak English,
but wanted you to know that,
half an hour ago,

Wilhelm Schmeikel
instructed his bank

to transfer five grand into the
account of Sergeant John Bacchus.

And they want to know whether they
should let the transfer go ahead?

Where is Sergeant Bacchus?
He's just come in, sir.

With the German in handcuffs.

Looking very happy with himself.
Guv...

Wilhelm Schmeikel wishes
to make a statement.
I'll get him lined up for you.

Not yet, Sergeant.

Yes. Tell them
to go ahead with it.

With me, please.

I, er...

I want your opinion
on Robert Stratton.

They're here now, we've got 'em now!

I'm talking about you letting it
fester for years, man!

I thought it was the best thing
to do at the time! Mr Gently.

Look what we just dug up!

We must talk to Wilhelm as quickly
as possible. You stick with me.

I was the one who found Molly,
y'see,

and there she was, on the bed,
holding this box.

And when I saw them...
You should've read them or
told somebody about 'em!

It wouldn't have been right.
They were too personal!

She wasn't hiding them, was she?!

I didn't want anyone doing anything
stupid like going after whoever
had made her do such a thing.

I took 'em outside to where
she used to sit and read
and...buried 'em under a tree.

Now what yer blabbing for?

Cos he thinks our Jimmy
did for Gunter, don't yer?!

Well, if our Jimmy done it, we're all
in it, aren't we? He was with us!

These must be nearly 20 years old!
I mean, what are they gonna prove?!

Let's find out, shall we?

I'm not opening 'em! I don't
wanna know who they're from.

May I?

When you took Gunter
out onto the moors,

I gather you met Robert Stratton,
one of the wardens.

Bob Stratton, aye.

Gunter was telling us about
the night he got shot down,
and Bob joined with.

And Gunter went off with him?
Well, I asked him to
show him down to the lake.

How long have you known
Robert Stratton?

Came here just after the war.

A Sunderland man. What a life he has,
wife on the verge all the time
and that poor lassie of his...

He does everything.
He's a sound bloke.

They're all censored. I mean,
there's a few clues and that.

If we see a phone-box, d'you mind
if I stop and make a quick call?

Something urgent? No.

Hello. Hello.

Can we...?
Come in, come in! Come in.

HE KNOCKS ON DOOR
Hello? Oh! Oh, sorry. Sorry.

WATER SPLASHES >
Can you give us a minute, please?

It's me mam,
she's in the altogether.

Me mam, she's in the altogether.
Look. Yeah, we'll wait.

Alice, come on. Pack it in!
Come on.

Er, sorry, me wife can't wash
or dress herself at the moment.

Mr Stratton.

Yeah, I was gonna come and see you.

Cos I realised that I must have
also seen that young German couple
from the hotel before.

On the moors, part of the Hardyment
group. I mean, I never spoke to them
at the time, but, er...

I guess they didn't recognise me
either cos they would've said
something at the hotel, perhaps.

It's just that the young wife
says that when Gunter Schmeikel
came back from going off with you,

he complained that someone tried
to snatch his camera.

What? She said it was...
I didn't steal...

Why would I steal his camera?
Now listen, no.

No, he was a, he was
a strange one, that one.

I didn't say that she'd accused
you, Mr Stratton. But please go on.

Gunter Schmeikel was strange
in what way?

Well, you know, he was odd...

Nice enough to start off with,
but when we got down to the lake,

he turns on us,
"Go. Go on. Go on!"

and starts saying
I was spying on him.

Well, you know, I just walk away.
I leave him to it.

And yet, this was the man
who was behaving so strangely
earlier in the afternoon,

that you failed to recognise him
at the quayside?

Yeah, well,
I've already explained that!

The man at the quayside didn't
bring to mind that man, not once.

Italy '44...

Durham Light Infantry?

Aye.

You?

Middlesex Regiment, then...

..joined up with the Cheshire.

Took a bit of a hammering.

They did. We had a quiet time
for the most part.

Sorry, I think your wife's... No.

Come on. Come on.
No. In. In. Come on.

Alice, don't.
Don't do that, Alice.

Don't!
Alice, come away from the fire.

Away from the fire.
There's a good girl.

Thank you. Thanks.

What happens when you're working?

They stay in their rooms.

Does that...?

Does he lock 'em in?

Is Stratton a suspect?

Yeah, of course he is. Why?

Would that help or hinder you?

Don't understand the question.
Would that be good or bad for you?

For me?!

I don't get you, guv.

The police in Bremen rang.

Wilhelm Schmeikel's transferring
�5,000 into your account.

I was gonna tell ya.
Well, you've had two hours.

I was waiting for the
money to be in place.

It could've changed his mind!

Try again, Sergeant.

Look...

OK, I wanted to prove to you that
I could get things done, my way!

Look, guv. Guv, listen, please.

Think about it! The guy wasn't
just gonna go and confess, was he?

This is proof!

What was he gonna get for his 5,000?
20,000. 20?!

Five now and the rest when I got
him extradited to Germany.

You can't do that!

Well, I know that! But he
doesn't know that, does he?

He's desperate. He's desperate,
because he's guilty.

What about Jimmy Hardyment
and the Hardyment family?

Jimmy's fingerprints
are all over the wallet.

Are you not bothered about
Robert Stratton's memory lapses?

Sir, Wilhelm Schmeikel
killed his father,

and in an attempt to avoid the news,
tried to buy his way home!

Thank you. Right. Very good.

Yes, we now need to transfer
the 5,000 back to the...

What?

By how much?

Can I call you back, please?

Thank you.

Your bank can't repay the full
�5,000. They can only manage...

�4,782.

My overdraft.

Which you exceeded and has
consequently been cancelled,

meaning, as of now,
you just took a bribe.

No, sir... You know that's not true!

No, let me tell you what I know.

You decided to cut corners
to incriminate Wilhelm Schmeikel,

and what you've really managed to do
is incriminate yourself.

Find out who the man is
in those letters.

His name is blacked out.

HE SCOFFS

It's a simple task, Sergeant.

There's lots of circumstantial
stuff in them. Anyone can do that.

Yeah, so go and do it.

My punishment, is it?
I don't care how you look at it.

Just do as I tell you for once!!

What are you gonna do while
I'm stuck in some office

30 miles away for the
rest of the night?

I'll talk to some senior officers
who might just be able to save you

from a dishonourable discharge
from the police service!

Hello.

Speaking.

Tomorrow?

Just hold on a minute.

Yes, that will be fine.

Good work.

Good work,
Detective Sergeant Bacchus.

Exc..

Excuse me!

Hello?!

There's no need to shout in here.

Can I move on to the Ss, please.
Aye.

Thank you. S for Stratton.

Yes, I can feel myself inhabiting
the role of the detective.

Accumulating information,

examining motives
and evidence, you know.

But I tell yer how
I decide who's done it,

cos it might be useful to you
as a technique, y'know?

Out of the mouths of babes
in China...

What I do is this -

I ask myself,

who would you not want
to be right now, China?

What's it like speaking German
after all these years?

It's not the speaking of it...

It's hearing it again.

So...

Are you not going to ask me
who I think done it?!

Nope. I think you should
get some sleep, China.

German Police and Embassy officials
first thing in the morning.

Right, Mr Gently.

Robert Stratton.

Robert Stratton...

"By the King's order the name
of Corporal Robert C Stratton,

"Durham Light Infantry,

"was published in the London Gazette
on the 4th of August 1944,

"as mentioned in a dispatch
for distinguished service.

"I am charged to record
His Majesty's high appreciation."

Signed Secretary of State for War.

Mentioned in a dispatch for what?

Bloody hell! He killed
three men with his own hands.

Ich flehe Sie an, bitte...

KNOCK ON DOOR

Ich moechte an die deutsche Justiz
ausgeliefert werden.

Full post-mortem report, and
DS Bacchus is on the phone for you.

Thank you. Taylor? Sir.

I sent someone to fetch Mr Stratton
in. Is he here yet?

I'll go and check for you, sir.

Sir, I've got the identity of the
man in the letters. Molly's man.

Right, he was based up here
with the Royal Signals from '45

till he was posted to Palestine,
where he died of diphtheria.

Now this was two weeks before
Molly Hardyment killed herself.

And he was married,
which may have some bearing.

Although, of course, none of this
actually solves anything,

since the important thing is
that people thought

it might have been down to Gunter.

D'you wanna say something, guv?

Well done. Well done.

Right. Am I still on the case?

You were never off it,
or didn't you notice?

Sometimes we have to take
the long way round, Sergeant.

Yeah, it's amazing what a bit
of donkey work can do, innit?

Now, listen, I came up with
one more thing. It's the...

Yeah, tell me when you see me.

Well? Doesn't look good, Mr Gently.

He's begging to be extradited...
and admitting everything.

He admitted killing his father?

Well, he said he'd say he did it
if they sent him back to Germany.

But then he said he didn't do it.

One thing's for certain, Mr Gently.

He don't want to hang.

Do you think he did it? Yes.

Well, no.

Well, maybe.

The Germans think he did it, sir.

Hm.

I ask you, Chief Inspector,
if I wanted to kill him,

why wouldn't I have done it
out at sea?

Claim it as an accident?!

You can't sail.

And your wife was with you.

I did not kill my father!

And I'd be inclined
to believe you, because,

to do this,

to inflict this amount of pain...

and I am assured he would have
been in extreme agony... Well...

There are simpler
and less suspicious ways

to dispatch a father.

However, in your latest statement,

you still insist that you walked
down to the quayside with your wife.

The truth, Mr Schmeikel,
might just save your life.

However, if you persist...

It was too suspicious to say
that I was there on my own.

I am being investigated
for stealing from my father.

Oh.

Good. Better...

So, who saw you on your own?

The Hardyments.

They were the first
to pass you, yeah?

The first, no.

The only ones.
There were no others.

Mr Schmeikel, you were seen
and passed by two cars.

No, by the Hardyments only.

There were no other cars!

You're telling me, no other cars?!

Parked cars, yes.

One on the street
and one on the harbour.

The harbour one. What make?

A small family car.

Blue, I think.

Where's Stratton?
What room's he in?!

Oh, he's still not here, sir.

Mr Stratton.

Hello!

Mr Stratton!

Anybody!

BANGING

You all right, son? Yes, sir.

Where's the wife and daughter?

Upstairs, I think, but he went out
maybe five, ten minutes ago.

What're yer doing?

Why are yer pulling us?!

Just taking a short cut.
Wanna get to the top.

I don't want to. I don't like it.

TYRES SCREECH

No!

Come on, Alice.

Come on.

When was...

the best time up here?

When was that, do you reckon?

When it was frosty.

It was cold and frosty.

It was a cold and frosty morning!

I remember. The mist
was down there, wasn't it?

Was...was like,

like we were in heaven!

Like, like me and you were angels.

Dad!

Let her go!

Stratton!

Let her go!

There's a good girl.

Come on.

Sir? What?

Call the station.

Tell them to release
Jimmy Hardyment and Schmeikel.

And call an ambulance
for Mrs Stratton.

Non-urgent.

Sergeant.

Whatever part you played, thank you.

Much appreciated, as you know.

Let's get this straight.
I did nothing to help you.

The money's going back
into your bank account.

Personally, I think you
should be done for attempting
to bribe a police officer.

You know, Sergeant, you are really
quite an unpleasant chap.

Why don't you piss off
back to where you came from?

Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Sergeant.

Trudi.

Sorry.

You joining us?

It's fate, isn't it?

I could've been anywhere
on the moors that day.

And if Jim Hardyment hadn't've
been there, I'd never have gone over.

But over I went,

and there's this smart German bloke,

laughing about being a bomber pilot,

and how he was shot down
over the Tyne 20 years ago.

Laughing about it. Aye, man.

What?

1944, I'm out in Italy.

Yeah you were mentioned in
dispatches, weren't you? Aye.

For killing three guards.

They were the enemy.

We'd been captured.

How did yer kill 'em?

I have admitted killing
Gunter Schmeikel.

You broke their necks, didn't yer!
There you are, there!!

We were unarmed.
We did what we had to do.

And this time?

Well, I was trying to tell you.

Out in Italy, after we'd escaped,

I get a letter telling us me
wife and bairn have been killed

in an air-raid in Sunderland.

We lived in Sunderland.

So you kill an innocent man
20 years later! Innocent? Well...

Who's innocent in this world?

Except me daughter.

But I'll tell you,
I'd never have thought

I'd feel the way I did
when I heard that Gerry laughing.

I'm not saying that I never
thought about me first family,

cos what with me second wife
and Alice,

you know, who wouldn't
wonder what might have been?

But...

That laughter, though.

And Jim was joining in as well.

Fair dos, cos I'd never told anyone.

So...

When you go off with
Gunter Schmeikel on the moors...

Oh, I'm gonna confront him. And I do.

But before I mean to, cos suddenly...

This is the new Canon.

You know about cameras?

It's the world's first.

You think I want to look
at your bloody camera?

What do you do?! You think you can
carry on like nothing's happened.

Like, standing around
laughing and smiling.

Well, not in front of me, mate.

Just go away.

Not in front of me!

Don't think he knew
what was happening,

cos I'm like,

you know, tongue-tied.
I can't get me words out.

And...

Well, I'm embarrassed.

And I wander off.

Yesterday evening, when I knew
I wasn't gonna get away with this,

I thought about telling yer that I
went to see him the following night

to apologise
and it got out of hand,

how I didn't mean to kill him,
y'know, go for manslaughter.

But that still left us
with the same problem.

Me wife and Alice,
cos with me in prison,

them two's put away
in mental homes and...

So...

Better to kill them?

Better if you'd've
let us kill Alice, aye.

You frequent loony bins, do yer?

No, you know all about
them though, yeah?

Well, try putting
your own children in them!

If she were dead, I'd be joining her.

As it is, she's left here,
cared for by who? You?!!

You?

And I keep feeling this...

Me, the quiet man,

the patient man everyone admires.

But from when I got home
after that tussle...

..I got angry.

I can't tell yer.
I can't sleep for this rage.

Have I got to do everything
by me bloody self?

Can you not see that
the bloody fire's gone out?!

I can't stop hearing him laughing,
like he's laughing at me life.

Some wood on the fire!

And I knew I was gonna kill him.

And end it?

How did the opportunity arise?

Well, like everything in life,
you need the luck.

I figured rich folk like that
would be staying at the hotel

so I went there first.

Yes. We will be spending
the last night on the boat.

My father's already having drinks...

There's his son settling his bill
and telling the receptionist
everything I needed to know.

Where his dad was, what time
they were meeting him.

We will go and meet my father soon.

So I drive down
to the Mariners, go in...

RAUCOUS SINGING

And there's laughing boy up and
singing Geordie songs to everyone!

So that helps fuel us.

But there's too many folk around,
so I take meself off to the quay,

cos I know he's meeting
his son there.

And I wait.

Why did you admit to being
the fella in the car?

Well, I didn't know who'd seen us.

Could've been the Hardyments,
in which case, why hadn't I,

y'know, owned up?

By this time I was still hoping
to get away with it.

So you stitch up the son?

Can we stick to the order of events?

You're back on the quayside.

I take it Shavers came and went?

Thank God.

And then?

Well, just in case
this Gunter came,

I parked in the shadows
and waited and hoped.

I gave meself a time frame of 10.14.

If he hasn't turned up,
I'm out of there.

At nine minutes past...

GUNTER SINGS

# Saved coos an' calves

# O' the famous Lambton worm. #

CRACKING

And then I heard someone coming.

But I'm happy to wait for him
to go now, cos I knew.

When your Gunter went in the water,

he went in alive.

Why was that so important?

Why not just snap his neck
and kill him?

Cos when my wife and bairn
died in that raid,

they weren't killed by a direct hit.

They were in the cellar

and a water-main burst.

But they couldn't get 'em out
cos of the fallen masonry.

So they drowned.

Let's all have a laugh, eh?

Ah, good, you're still here.
Come with me.

Guv?

I found out about Stratton's
war record last night.

I knew when we spoke on the phone...

But if I'd told you last night,

his wife would still be alive now,
wouldn't she?

For better or for worse.

Come on!

I want to show you something.

Stay!

Stay.

That's right, you tell 'em. You show
them who's the boss. Come on!

Now make a fuss of 'em.

Good doggies.

Right, we'll be heading back,
Mr Gently.

I'm gonna look after
the chickens and the ducks,

and the geese.

And the doggies.

Thank you.

That's what we're here for.

Come on then. Eh!

Right, now we have to repay
that bribe you took.

Sir, it wasn't a bribe.

I ran up an overdraft limit.

Right, well let's clear it.
Here. Have this.

Go on.

Oh, no. No, I'm not taking that.

Yes, you are. You can repay me
�10 a month. No.

�10 a month without fail.

I don't want it, sir. Have it.

There's enough in there,
so you can keep the MG as well.

Can't have you driving around
in something sensible.

Tomorrow, first thing.

(WHISTLES) In you go.

Thank you, sir.

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