All language subtitles for George Gently

Vater...

Mein Vater, bist du an bord?

Vater, bist du hier?

Vater?

Vater!

Bloody hell!

Bloody, bloody hell!

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.

Hey, here, Sarge.

Sarge!

Right, good.

Tell him we've got one.

Shouldn't we call out
Chief Inspector Gently?

No, no. No, he's on leave.

Right?

Go on. Doctor.

Wilhelm: Please, let me through.

Man: Stand back.

Well, then I need to talk
to whoever is in charge.

Well, who is in charge?

It's all right, it's all right. I'm
in charge. How can I help?

I am missing my
father since last night,

since we were to come here,
to meet, and go on our boat.

And I am hearing now

there is a body in the water.

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

Wilhelm Schmeikel. My
father is Gunter Schmeikel.

Gunter Schmeikel.

Um, 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're going
to try our best for you.

No, no, no. That's
not good enough.

Wilhelm! Das ist Gunter.

Sir.

Sir, Sir. Please, I need to...

Excuse me. Sorry, pet.

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

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.

I'm 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.

And what's that tell you?

That 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 paralyzed him,

meaning he was already
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?

10 or 12 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 that.

Must have cost a few bob, this.

All right for some.

I thought they lost the war.

Logbook.

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?

Well, you never said they
were suspects or anything.

Well, of course
they're suspects, man.

Some folks in the crowd
said the deceased was drinking

with some locals in the
Mariner's Rest last night.

Well done, Taylor.

We'll use your car.

Yeah, well,

how would you fit
a pram into an MG?

3 into 2 does not go.

I did O-level maths, and all.

Mrs. Schmeikel's
in the coffee lounge.

And, yes, Mr. Schmeikel's
still in his room, on the phone.

Room number? 14.

Do you mind if I listen in, Gov?

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.

And 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.

Woman: Mr. Schmeikel?

Yes, I have a
Detective Gently for you.

A Chief Inspector.
This is more like it.

No offense intended, Sergeant.

Right.

Chief Inspector Gently.

Yes. Thank you.
You can leave now.

Shall we, um...

My father had been
drinking all evening

with his so-called... friends.

And, well, 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?

Die lieber Gott.

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.

It's ridiculous.

This whole thing is ridiculous.

Ridiculous in what way, sir?

My father,

he 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...

Bacchus: These pig farmers,

are they the friends that he
was in the pub with last night?

The Hardyments, yeah.

Hardyments?

Gunter, Gunter, Gunter.
Come on let's do the worm song.

Let's do the worm song!

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

'Course you can.

Who taught you, eh?

Man, let's wind the
clock back 20 year.

All: ♪ Oh, whisht lads ♪

♪ hold your gobs,
and I'll tell you all ♪

♪ an awful story ♪

♪ Whisht lads, hold your gobs ♪

♪ and I'll tell you
about the worm ♪

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?

Uh, 10:00, yes?

10:00, yeah.

Did you see or meet anyone?

Uh, 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 fam...

You will be needing
our passports.

I will go get them for you, yes.

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.

100 quid for this car?

Yeah.

£100 for an MG
is a bargain, man!

Well, yeah.

But 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
exam 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.

Bacchus: I reckon Mrs. Schmeikel

knows more than
she's allowed to say.

Ugh!

What's that smell?

Shoes...

Who are yous, like,
and what do you 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 bigwig and all.

Gets worse and worse.

Welcome to the
North/South divide, sir.

Well, I'm just about
to have me dinner.

Can either wait
there, or wait in.

I'm shocked.

Shocked.

I am. I'm shocked.

I am.

We were with him last night!

Who'd want to do Gunter?

Naebody.

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 you like, aye.

You went to the Mariners?

Aye.

And what happened?

'Cause 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 and everything.

Him an altogether
different type of farmer now,

a... a... a fa... um...

Pharmaceutical man?

Aye, a pharmaceut...

A pharmaceutical
man, that's right, aye.

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

We took him to Hadrian's Wall.

'Cause I taught
him to be a bird man.

And there's rare ones
flying in, you know.

Quite a to-do about it.

'Fore you know
it, it's his last night,

and we're all in the pub,

and 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.

Oh, he'll tell you all
about the worm now.

Whisht lads, hold your gobs

for the man who's
buyin' your drinks...

Gunter Schmeikel! Yay!

Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

Oi, forgive and forget, you lot.

Or I'll slap your chops for you!

Mabs, Mabs, it's all in jest.

♪ He caught a fish
upon his hook ♪

♪ he thought looked very queer ♪

♪ But what a kind
of fish it was ♪

Together: ♪ young
Lambton couldn't tell ♪

♪ He wasn't fash
to carry it home ♪

♪ so he hoyed it down the well ♪

All: ♪ Oh, whisht lads ♪

♪ hold your gobs,
and I'll tell you all ♪

♪ an awful story ♪

♪ Whisht lads, hold your gobs ♪

♪ and I'll tell you
about the worm ♪

Fancy a drop of home
brew, Chief Inspector?

Yeah, be very nice. Thank you.

What was that?

He says you're
a lot like Gunter.

You weren't a bomber
pilot, though, were you?

Oh, no. Not a bomber pilot, no.

No, you got to be posh
to be a bomber pilot.

Not your 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?

10:00 sharp.

Golden rule... 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.

'Cause 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.

Mnh-mnh. No, no.
She wasn't with him.

He was on his own.

Wouldn't run her down.
She's just a mouse.

Mm-hmm.

If there's 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's this new bloke
behind the bar called Shavers.

He's a big bastard, like,
you 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 and that,

and how he pissed
in Gunter's beer

and said he had a mind
to do more, you know.

When a few others
walk out in protest,

he goes with them.

All: ♪ Oh, whisht
lads, hold your gobs ♪

♪ I'll tell yous all ♪
Bacchus: What time was this?

Just after 9:00.

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.

And 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 your shoe."

You know, Gunter's
son, coming down the hill.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Oh! You know that old
knack you're driving?

Will you take £25 for scrap?

No, I won't.

Touch me one more time!

Get in.

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

No, ta. 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. 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 your man.

You don't mind that he's dead?

Look, I didn't know what you
were doing in the war... Sit down.

Yelling at folk to put up
blackout curtains, I expect...

But I was kicking that scum
back where they came from,

and I saw things that
are burnt into here.

Eh? Here!

So you and the rest of the
world can forgive and forget,

but not me! Right,
you just calm down.

I've had it with you. Yah! Yii!

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 mum 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,

do 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,
flashing their money around.

I object, okay?

'Cause 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 me 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 do you mean, "what else"?

Well, I have a witness that
places you in the car park

when Gunter
Schmeikel left the pub.

Witness?

Don't you mean half-wit?
One of the Hardyments?

Witless more like!

Mr. Shavers, did you follow

Gunter Schmeikel
down to the quay?

No.

'Cause his back was broken, see?

As we know, you're quite
capable of doing that, aren't you?

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

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.

'Cause 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... 9:00.

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,

'cause whoever's in
it turns on some lights.

So I turn away...

Hang about, hang about.

Who was it?

I don't know.

Well, didn't... Didn't
you recognize him?

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 named
I use 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 Fairy.

Sorry?

Malcolm Fairy!

Thank you.

Poofter.

Bacchus: You know,
none of the locals...

Well, except for the
Fairy 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 terrorize a nation.

Yeah, well, the Germans
should have 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.

Okay. Should be interesting.

China.

Well, you did say
"drunk or sober," Gov.

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 off his own accord.

He's here with his
daughter... That's her...

'cause his wife's not well.

Oh, and his daughter's
apparently a bit.

We got to the quay around 9:00.

Yeah, uh, sorry. 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, you see,

you can hear them 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
have been doing

because I didn't
see anyone arrive.

But, suddenly, this
big chap turns up

down by the dinghy moorings.

He looks in my direction,

then he turns away.

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

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

And what happened then?

Well, some curlew and
oystercatchers come over.

We're not greatly
interested in the birds.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, um...

10 past 10:00,
another chap turns up,

a slighter man, quite tall.

I can't give much of a
description, I'm afraid,

but, um, he...

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?

Gently: Mm-hmm. All right.

Alice! Alice, no. Stop it.

I'm sorry.

Here, here.

Make a list of every bird

you've seen this month.

It's very good of you

to have come in so promptly.

Bacchus: Was this the man
that you saw at the quay?

Uh, look, I was some way away.

I cannot swear to it.

Right. What about these two?

Oh, 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.

I'm sorry, she's...

Here, Alice, leave
it. There you go.

Go on, carry on.

John Bacchus.
All right, all right.

All I want to 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 so...

he looks at you when you speak.

Looks into you.

Is interested in you.

And has such a smile.

I think...

Penso che tutti
le donne amo lui.

Ma non tutti, ovviamente.

Parla Italiano!

No, veramente, no.

Mia moglie è 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.

Oh, for...

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... for being
German and successful,

a combination you cannot bear

because we are more
determined than you,

more industrious,
more ingenious,

and this, this makes you angry!

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

You British are so pleasant.

Leave them to it.

Trudi: I apologize
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 that you
had killed your father.

Ridiculous question.

Wilhelm!

Are you considering
us now suspects?

Britische gerechtigkeit!

Did you get all that?

She asked him not be rude,
and, well, 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? Yeah, what offer?

How do I know?

He told her to shut up

and never mention it again.

Well done, China.

Thanks, Mr. Gently.

Might be needing you again.

Yeah.

"Niemals", It means "never."

China never got off
the beach at Dunkirk.

He spent five years
in various Stalags.

Hmm.

Pull up the crates.

Now you might think this
is what you had before.

But there's a lesson in that.

Put days between your visits.

None for me. Thank
you very much.

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

Are you 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 neighboring farmer,

but 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.

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...
Naebody 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 dammit certain
nowt happened between them.

What about Jimmy then?

He must have been
about... I don't know...

7 when Molly died.

Maybe he saw them,

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,
and he's 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.

Jim: 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 there.

There you go.

Like I said, not much to see.

Sir?

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

He didn't take it to the pub?

Can't have done. He
must have 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've heard all about shares.

I don't like the sound
of it, so I said no.

But he kept bringing it
up, you know, and saying

that he wanted to thank me
for everything I'd done 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.

Right... 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 flavor 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.

Um...

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.

Torno in Italia.

Ero solo di passato.

And I was wondering.

Did your wife ever make
you risotto de zucca?

Yes, she did, often.

Oh, I have said the wrong thing.

No.

No.

Amata, you seem like
a very lovely woman,

and it's been a
pleasure to meet you.

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 know, I know.

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 accounts of his own.

Why would he need
to steal from his father?

Because Gunter
was in the process

of turning his company
into a cooperative...

Making every employee
into a shareholder

and effectively
disinheriting Wilhelm.

Pick him up.

Right.

Taylor: Gov, urgent call.

Disturbance at
the Mariners Rest.

Piece of shite! Piece
of shite yourself!

Spreadin' lies about me Ma!

Clip him, man!

Keep out of this you!

He's the one telling you, is he?

You're nicked, the pair of you.

Bit of a mover, aren't you, eh?

Cuff him, call for assistance.

Hey, man, let them finish it.

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. Fairy.

Who's been doing all
the talking round here?

Not me, sir.

Well, cut it out.
Do you hear me?

You are still on my radar.

He's ditched his wife,
and he's scarpered, sir.

He's on a 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 and all.

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.

Not that long!

The station just called to say

that 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.

Well, 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.

But 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,

and then you went off
together on your own.

He says he recognized
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?!

Alice: Don't shout at him!

Why are you shouting?!

Alice, stop it, please.

It's all right, it's all right.

Alice, it's all right.
You're quite right.

Quite right, I shouldn't.

You shouldn't. A man called
"Gently" shouldn't shout.

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

Dad sometimes shouts.

Only in the house.
Never outside.

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 to the lake.

So I said sure, yeah.

But I only point him
in the right direction.

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

Of course. Again, I-I'm sorry.

Me mind's all over the place.

Alice, am I forgiven?

Yes.

Got you. Got you!

Police.

Sorry about... Hey!
You stay where you are!

You stay where you
are! Right? Yeah?

Aah!

Eh? What happened then, eh?

Your father find out you
were stealing from him?

Aah!

Right, come on.

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

Ah!

All right, you can
go now. Thank you.

Listen.

No, no, no. In the car.

Please. First,
just please listen.

This could be as important
for you as it is for me.

Please listen!

No, no, no, you listen!

You don't know how much
trouble you're in, right?

No, 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 am 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.

'Cause 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?

Wilhelm Schmeikel... any news?

Uh, 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 fingerprints

were on Gunter's wallet?

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

'Cause 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 they wanted you to
know that half an hour ago,

Wilhelm Schmeikel
instructed his bank

to transfer 5 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.

Gov, 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, uh...

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.

Look, sir, I think we
need to talk to Wilhelm

as quickly as possible.
You stick with me.

I was the one found Molly, see,

and there she was, on the bed,

holding this box.

And when I saw them...
Jim: You should've read them.

Or at least told
somebody about them.

I couldn't, it wouldn't
have been right.

They were too personal.

But 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, that's why I did it.

I took 'em outside to where
she used to sit and read and...

buried 'em under a tree.

Now what you blubbing for?

'Cause he thinks our Jimmy
did for Gunter, don't you?

Well, if our Jimmy done it,

we're all in it, aren't we,
'cause he was with us!

Aw, man, they must
be nearly 20 years old.

I mean, what are
they gonna prove.

Let's find out, shall we?

I'm not opening them.

I don't want to 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?

Well, came here
just after the war.

A Sunderland man.

What a life he has, eh?

Wife on the verge all the
time, and that poor lassy of his.

He does everything.

He's a sound bloke.

They're all censored.

I mean, there's a few
clues and that, but...

If we see a phone box,

you mind if I stop
and make a quick call?

Something urgent?

No.

Hello.

H-Hello.

C-Come in, come in, come in.

Hello.

Oh! Oh, sorry! Sorry!

Robert: Can you give
us a minute, please?

Me mum, she's in the altogether.

Look, me mum,
she's in the altogether.

We'll... we'll wait.

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

Uh, sorry, me wife can't wash

or dress herself at
the moment, sorry.

Gently: Mr. Stratton.

Yeah, I was gonna
come and see you.

'Cause I realized
that I must have

also seen that
young German couple

from the hotel before,
you know, on the moors,

part of the Hardyment group.

I mean, I never spoke
to them at the time,

but... and I guess they couldn't
have recognized me either

'cause, well, they would have

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 m...

Hey, 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?

Oh, you know, he was odd.

I mean, you know, nice
enough to start off with,

but when we got
down to the lake,

he, uh... 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 recognize
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.

Aye.

Took a bit of a hammering.

We did.

We had a quiet
time for the most part.

Bacchus: Sir, I
think your wife's...

No.

Come on! Come on! No, 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.

Robert: Thank you.

Thanks.

What happens
when you're working?

Um, they stay in their rooms.

Does that...

Does he lock them 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-I don't get you, Gov.

The police in Bremen rang.

Wilhelm Schmeikel's

transferring £5,000
into your account.

I was going to tell you.

Well, you've had two hours.

Well, I was waiting for
the money to be in place.

He could have changed his mind.

Try again, Sergeant.

Look...

Okay, I-I...

I wanted to prove to you

that I could get
things done my way.

Look, Gov, Gov.

Listen, please. Think about it.

The guy wasn't just going
to go and confess, was he?

This is proof.

And what was he going
to get for his 5,000?

20,000.20?

5 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.

And what about Jimmy Hardyment
and the Hardyment family?

Jimmy's fingerprints
are all over the wallet.

And you're telling me
you're not bothered

by Robert Stratton's
memory lapses?

Sir, Wilhelm Schmeikel
killed his father,

and, in an attempt
to avoid the noose,

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.

It's a simple task, Sergeant.

There's lots of
circumstantial stuff in them.

Anyone can do that.

Yeah, so go and do it.

It's my punishment is it?

I don't care how you look at it,

just do as I tell you for once.

And what are you gonna be doing

while I'm stuck in some office

30 miles away for
the rest of the night?

I'm going to be talking
to some senior officers

who might just be
able to save you

from a dishonorable discharge
from the police service!

Hello.

Speaking.

Tomorrow?

Um, just...

Hold on a minute.

Yes, that will be fine.

Good work.

Good work, Detective
Sergeant Bacchus.

Excu...

Excuse me? Hello?!

Woman: There's no
need to shout in here.

Can I move on to
the "S's," 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'll tell you how I
decide who's done it,

'cause it might be useful
to you as a technique,

you know.

"Out of the mouths
of babes and 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 dispatch for what?

Bloody hell.

He killed three men
with his own hands.

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.

Bacchus: 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.

Do you want to say
something, Gov?

Aye, 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 around, 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.

You think he did it?

Yes.

Well, no.

Well, maybe.

The Germans
think he did it, sir.

Hmm.

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 harbor.

The harbor 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?

You all right, son?

Yes, sir.

Gently: Where's the
wife and daughter?

Upstairs, I think,
but he went out

maybe 5, 10 minutes ago.

What you doing?

Why are you pulling us?

Taking a shortcut.
Want to get to the top.

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

No! Come on, Alice.

Oh, 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 in
down there, wasn't it?

It was...

It 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 have been anywhere
on the moors that day.

And if Jim Hardyment
hadn't have 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, mad.

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 you kill them?

I have admitted killing
Gunter Schmeikel.

You broke their
necks, didn't you?

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
Jerry laughing.

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

'cause 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.

Yeah, fair dues

'cause 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, 'cause, 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 just 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.

'Cause I'm like, you
know, tongue-tied.

I can't get me words out.

And, uh, well, you
know, I'm embarrassed.

And I wander off.

Yesterday evening,

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

I thought about telling
you that I went to see him

the following
night to apologize,

and it got out of hand,

you know, how I
didn't mean to kill him.

You know, I go for manslaughter.

But that still left us
with the same problem...

Me wife and Alice.

'Cause with me in prison,

them two is put away
in mental homes and...

So I...

Better to kill them?

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

You frequent loony bins, do you?

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?

I keep feeling this...

Me, the quiet man,

the patient man
everyone admires.

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

I-I got angry.

I cannot tell you. I
cannot 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 cannot stop
hearing him laughing

like he's laughing at me life.

Some wood on the fire!

Then I knew I
was gonna kill him.

And end it.

How did the opportunity arrive?

Well...

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

I figured rich folk like that
will 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 at the pub.

And 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're going to
meet my father soon.

So I drive down to
the Mariners, go in.

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

'cause I know he's
meeting his son there.

And I wait.

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

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

Could have been the Hardyments.

In which case, why hadn't
I, you know, owned up?

At 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.

At 10:14, if he hasn't
turned up, I'm out of there.

And at 9 minutes past...

♪ Saved cows and calves ♪

♪ of the famous Lambton Worm! ♪

Then I heard someone coming.

But I'm happy to
wait for him to go now

'cause I knew,

when your Gunter
went in the water,

he went in alive.

And why was that so important?

Why not just snap
his neck and kill him?

'Cause when my wife
and bairn died in that raid,

they weren't killed
by a direct hit.

They were in the cellar
and the water main burst.

But they couldn't get them out

because of the fallen masonry,

so they drowned.

Let's all have a laugh, eh?

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

Gov.

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

I knew when we spoke
on the phone, and...

But if I'd have
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 them.
You show them who's the boss.

Come on.

Come on.

Don't make a fuss of them.

Good doggies. Right.

We'll be heading back to
the farm now, Mr. Gently.

I'm gonna look after the
chickens and the ducks

and the geese and the doggies.

Thank you.

Ah, it's what we're
here for, isn't it.

Come on then, hey.

Right.

Now we have to repay
that bribe you took.

Sir, it wasn't a bribe.
I ran up an overdraft.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Right, well, let's clear it.

Here, have this.

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

Yes, you are. You can
repay me £10 a month.

£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.

Right.

Jim: In you go.

Thank you, sir.

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