All language subtitles for Dalziel Pascoe S02E04 - Exit Lines.VHSRip.DivX.English

There's your credit card.
Thank you very much.

Come here.

Yes, sir?

I'd like another one of these,
please.

Oh... Oh, dear!

Oh, dear me!

What...?

Ah...

Dad?

Charley...

AIEEEEEE!

Not in here.

Out!

Sir?

Piss...
- What's he going on about?

Fat man...

Pissed...

Right, jump-start him.

Adrenalin.

Can't let him die
with an exit line like that.

Charge 200.

Stand clear.

No pulse.

Charging to 200.

Stand clear.

Pulse check.

No pulse.

Charging to 360.

Stand clear.

No pulse.

All I'm saying is
you have to make the place secure.

Dad, she's two. She's not
planning to join the Foreign Legion!

I'm talking about security.

You hear all sorts of stories
nowadays.

I can't understand why you haven't
got a burglar alarm either.

Right. OK.

If that was the Fat Controller,
I hope you told him where to go!

No, it was Sergeant Wield. Oh, well,
old smiley would liven us up!

Got to go.

You fixed this, didn't you, so you
don't have to listen to my father!

Planned down to the last second.
Apologise to them for me.

Don't think I'm going to save you
any cake!

I'm sorry.

Can you tell me how he died? Painfully. You're
not the only one working unsocial hours!

Contusions to the head as though someone had
struck him and bashed his head against the bath.

Bruised shoulders. Probably water
in the lungs from being held down.

But he didn't drown. Probable cause of death -
heart failure caused by stress. Not an accident?

Don't worry - it's murder.
That gives me no pleasure. Nor me!

I aim to save lives, not lose them.
Another thing we've got in common!

What are you doing here, PC Hector?

On duty, sir. My second unnatural
death tonight. What's that?

Another forgotten soul. Knocked off his bike by some
fat drunk bastard - quote. Those were his dying words.

The boss, sir!

Wouldn't do to leave me on my own!

Have you breathalysed this man yet?

Sorry, sir? No, I haven't...

Isn't it standard in potential
drink-drive cases?

What are you talking about?
Evening, Peter.

What's dragged you away
from your family? You know him?

Detective Superintendent Dalziel.
Oh, pulling rank, is he?

Sorry? That's why
he's not been breathalysed.

I have breathalysed the driver, - He has.
- It were negative.

I'm a teetotaller. But
were you the driver? Yes.

That's not what the deceased implied.
He's dead?

Yes!

I'm sorry. Why?

It gets rid of the one material
witness. Thank you, Doctor.

What's going on, sir?
It was an accident.

Some poor old sod on a bike.
We just didn't see him.

You were in the car, sir?
I was indeed.

And well-lubricated to boot. Sobering
up fast now, though. You'd been drinking?

Come on, Peter.

No law says a copper
can't have a drink off duty.

As long as he's not driving.
I think we've clarified that point.

So... what are you here for, Peter?
Not on my behalf, I hope!

Murder case. I'd better tag along.

I need to get a statement, sir.

Yeah, all right. But don't worry about
the spelling, son, or it'll take all night.

...Can you manage without me
until the dawn's fair light?

Can but try, sir.

Good night, sir.

Is it?

...Right, then, Wayne.
Have you got your pencil?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Does it have any lead in it?

I think so, sir.

Well...

aren't you the lucky one?

Who's the sober judge with the boss? Mr Bancroft.
Runs most of the bookies in Yorkshire. Any form?

A few inquiries.
Always comes up clean as a whistle.

Good job for the fat man
he did this time.

Come on, let's solve this before he
sobers up. That gives us a few weeks!

You want me to keep you company?

I had dinner with you.
I'm not taking you to bed as well!

No, thanks. I'll be all right.
It could've been worse.

Not for that old bugger. He was
probably in for the Tour de France.

We might've killed a champion! He was all over the
place. Perhaps he'd had a drink at his local.

Let's try and avoid
making the booze to blame.

Too many doing that already. It wouldn't have mattered
if he was as sober as me in those conditions.

Listen, Andy, if anybody
should feel bad, it should be me.

I mean, I was driving, wasn't I?

Thanks, Arnie.

I'll give you a ring.

Thought you'd be asleep. No,
Mum and Dad have just gone to bed.

Right.

I asked them to stay on.

What?! Just for a couple of days.

I'm worried about Dad.
He just keeps repeating himself.

He went on and on about alarms
and security systems all night.

He didn't seem to know
he'd said it all before. Drink? No...

It's more than that.

Morning, sir. Anything? Not yet, sir.

Let's wait for our lord and master. The chief constable
wants to see you. Pardon? He's waiting for you.

Where? In the conference room.

What's dragged him out of bed?

A murder case should be Superintendent Dalziel's.
Not the only great mind we have here, eh?

Actually, I believe
you bumped into him last night.

Momentarily.
He was witness to a car accident.

Yes...

Yes... yes...

Did he happen to mention
it was his car?

No, sir. Mr Bancroft was driving. The bookmaker,
yes. I believe they'd been for a meal, sir.

Apparently,
they were guests of Major Kassell.

He works for Sir William Pledger at Haycroft
Grange. You're very well informed, sir.

Had the editor of the Chronicle
on the phone, first thing.

Not one to cause trouble, but...

Seems a doctor
has been making accusations.

The problem is, Peter, our friend was seen
driving his car away by one of the waitresses.

Sure it's a mistake, but...

I just feel for the moment it might be better
for Andy to stay out of the spotlight.

Take a holiday, perhaps, whilst
we sort this out... discreetly.

"We", sir?
You want me to investigate my boss?

Not "investigate", absolutely not.

There's no call for a formal inquiry.
But it's best to be prepared.

Wouldn't want to lose a man of
Andy's undoubted calibre, would we?

Not to mere rumour and speculation.

That's all. Thank you, Peter.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, Peter, perhaps you could suggest the holiday
to Andy? I'm sure it'll come better from you.

Sir.

What's this - a raid? Sorry, sir.

I did try the bell.
You all right?

Brilliant.

Drinking isn't good for you. I'm moved by your concern
for my liver. I'll leave it to you in the will.

Did you bring the bacon?

Who says they saw me
driving the car? Your waitress.

Were you driving, Andy?

I think Mr Bancroft
made an excellent statement.

I shouldn't hold Hector's spelling
against him.

Oh, come on! This is a crock
of the proverbial and you know it.

You seemed very upset.
Of course I was!

I don't get my kicks running over
geriatrics. You didn't run over him.

I was in the car.
You know what I mean.

You don't believe me.
I didn't say that.

Have I ever lied to you?
Oh, come on, Andy!

OK, I might have lied once or twice
for a laugh, but this is no joke!

No...

Of course I believe you.

Right, now we've got that out of the way,
give me five minutes and we'll get to work.

I don't think that would be wise.

What?

We think you should take a holiday
till all this blows over. "We"?

Is that the royal we?

I knew you were posh. Where have
you been hiding the blue blood?

It's a suggestion
from the chief constable.

Oh, aye...

He's a definite "we", he is.

A wee little scrotum!

So that's the game?
He sees a chance of getting at me.

And he's using you
to stab me in the back!

It's not like that. What did he
offer you? Your first murder case?

What a rising star you are now
I'm out the way. I want you back!

Don't...

Don't make me cry...

I hate soggy bread.

I'd best be off.

Listen...

Peter...

I wasn't driving.

Sir, no-one's accusing you
of anything. Here, come on...

What?

Kiss my cheek, Judas.

Go the whole hog!
Andy, I believe you.

Just don't push it too far!

Is this a dialect or your normal
literary style? Sorry, sir?

Just give me the essence of your door-to-door
solicitations. Sir? Get anything at all, Hector?

No, sir. Nobody knows nothing.

Right.

Keep going.
Sir.

...Did we win him in the Lottery?
It's his local beat.

That should drive fear
into the hearts of the criminals.

Mrs Frostrick's arrived, sir,
with Mr Frostrick. Wheel them in.

You normally phoned your father? Every night. He
was an old man. He shouldn't have been alone.

It's what he wanted.

He were very independent, like.

What time did you call? First time,
about eight. He didn't answer.

Sometimes he had a bath.
But you called again? About ten.

Then I really began to worry,
so I caught the bus.

...Couldn't you have driven
your wife, Mr Frostrick?

It was a club night...
British Legion.

When you found your father,
did he say anything?

Just "Charley". He thought I
was Charley. Who's...? Our lad.

Him and his grand-dad were close.
He talked him into joining the Army.

Best advice he ever gave him. Got
him out the clutches of that tart.

Charley's fiancee.
Not if I've owt to do with it.

What regiment's he in? Mid-Yorkshire
Infantry. The local camp.

So he's not far away, then?

No, he's... Before you go getting
any daft ideas, Inspector...

he's on manoeuvres,
before he goes to Germany.

They don't get days off to go home.
They didn't when I was with them!

Mrs Frostrick, I'm afraid I'll have to ask
you to come round the house with me. Yes.

Thank you.

Get him out my way.
Shall we check round the back?

His medals are missing too.
We'll need a description.

I could draw you a picture.

He was so proud of them. He was
going to leave them to Charley.

The Army's big in your life, is it?
Round here, there's not much else.

Shame, really.

Apart from the medals, the radio,
the watch, nothing else is missing?

Did he have any money in the house?

I was always on at him about that...
but they don't trust banks, do they?

Any idea where he might've kept it?

There wouldn't have been much.

How do you know?
He only had his pension.

He lent our Charley ã500
when he signed up.

What for?

An engagement ring. So your father
approved of the relationship, then?

Oh, no. No, he hated her.

The one thing my husband and him
had in common.

He wouldn't have given him
a brass farthing for her.

He thought he was setting Charley up
for the Army.

How do you know this?
Charley told me.

He felt bad about it.

But you know what love's like.

Not at ã500 a ring, I don't.

Karen wants the best.
She's that kind of girl.

I'd like to speak to Major Kassell,
please, sweetheart.

Don't give that crap! I don't care if he's shooting
rhinos in Leeds! I want him and I want him now!

Well, give me
his bloody mobile number, then!

Andy, you can rely on me.
It's my pleasure.

Don't worry about that.
I'll have a word there as well.

Doesn't look like a girl who'd cause too much of a problem.
Might even be able to turn it to my own advantage.

It's nothing.
You scratch my back...

Invite him. Sir William's keen to meet
you now you've some time on your hands.

Look forward to it.
And don't worry - no problems.

This used to be my bedroom.

We converted it for him.

Well, you need a proper bath,
don't you?

Dolly?

Oh, you're all right, love,
you're all right.

...I'll take her for a cuppa. Aye.

Message from the chief constable,
sir, wondering how you were doing.

Where's Frostrick?
Checking out the shed.

Check HIM out. I want to know his alibi holds
water, six pints of ale and 40 witnesses.

Make me an appointment at the camp. His last
words could have been the name of the murderer.

Come in.

He shouldn't have gone like that.
It's not right. No.

Cuppa? I'm out of biscuits.
Thank you. No.

I owe the taxi, Mam.

Me mam told me. I came straight
away. I'm sorry, Mrs Frostrick.

Thank you.

Does this mean Charley'll be home?
Yes. Great!

Who's this, then?
Detective Inspector Pascoe.

This is Karen, Tracey's daughter. Charley's fiancee.
Nice. That's how they met - Charley coming round here.

Were you here last night? No, I don't
live here. I work in a hotel. Well, I did.

You haven't lost your job? I told them where
to stuff it. They treat you like shit!

Please! They do!
It's not as if they pay you proper!

When Charley comes, we'll get wed
and I'll go off with him.

Germany must be better than here.
What? I'll marry Charley.

They've got proper living quarters. He joined up
to get away from tramps. That's not what he says!

If you think... You mustn't remove
items from a crime scene.

You know what you can do, eh?
Karen!

See this? Them's real! ã500!
That's what he thinks of me!

Mam, get the sodding control!

Ã500?!
How the hell did he get ã500?

You all right, sir?

I've just met love's young dream.

That Frostrick's got
a temper on him.

I'm on to it, sir. No, send Singh. I'll go to the
base. I want you to see another major, an ex-major.

Kassell - he was with Dalziel. Then meet me at the
Paradise for lunch. Sir? We deserve some high life.

What are we going to do about them? Get Hector
to talk them down. He's got the local touch.

His father phoned. Bad business. We've
granted him compassionate leave from today.

Could he have found his way home before now?
The moor's misty - he'd have had a job.

Possible, though? Well, we do let
the men sleep... occasionally.

Actually, he has a bit
of a reputation. In what way?

I'll take you to the boys who know -
the military police.

Morning, sir.

Sgt Myers, this is DI Pascoe. One of our
lads in trouble? No. This is merely routine.

The chaps know about routine... What
do you know about Private Frostrick?

Good lad, sir.
Didn't cause us any trouble.

Reports speak of occasional lateness
for first parade.

Not enough to add up to more than a day on jankers,
picking up leaves. He probably considered it worth it.

Why's that? Corporal Gillott?

He was shagging some bird who worked in a hotel, sir.
- Beautifully put

Thank you, sir... She's not after
him with a bun in the oven?

She may well be after him but
that's not my concern. Thank you.

Inspector Cruikshank?

What are you doing here, sir?
Freezing my balls off.

Andy sent you?
No, just on a routine matter.

Saturday, and I'm stuck here,
when City are playing at home...

Nursemaiding Customs and
bloody Excise! What's going on?

Somebody's tipped them that
the chopper is stacked with heroin.

All very softly, softly -
it's owned by Sir William Pledger,

and it's full of Euros coming here
to kill off the last British wildlife.

I have to stand here
while they take it to bits.

Daft game!

I was told
I'd find a Major Kassell here.

He's the posh-looking
reception committee.

Right.

Keep moving around, sir.
Get the blood circulating.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Major Kassell?

Sergeant Wield.

Sergeant.

May I have a word? Yes. I'm here
till your lads blow the all-clear.

It's about an incident last night.
The accident? I heard.

Must've shaken poor old Arnie up.

Did you leave the restaurant with Mr
Bancroft and Superintendent Dalziel?

I stood at the car, waved them off.

So you're clear who was driving?
Couldn't be clearer.

Who was driving, sir?

Arnie Bancroft, of course.
Who else?

Not gone for the set lunch?

Half my pension for the ploughman's. Can't see Andy
forking out. I checked. Major Kassell paid the bill.

Now, why would he do that?

Perhaps he's in love with the Fat Controller.
Anyway, he confirmed Bancroft was driving.

That seems to be it.
There's still the waitress to check.

Why would Kassell lie?

What have you got on him?
MC for Sir William's estate parties.

They met in Hong Kong ten years ago.
The major was serving there.

Sir William was on business and visited his old regiment.
Which one? Same as Frostrick. They're all local.

The major was easily tempted
to join Sir William's private army.

One thing though, sir. When I tracked him down
he was waiting for Sir William's helicopter.

So was Inspector Cruikshank. And
Customs. What were they looking for?

Heroin.

Did they find any? Not when I left, but
it looked like it might take all day.

Can I get you gentlemen anything?

Inspector Pascoe would love
a portion of your game pie, Stella.

And I'll have the usual liquid
lunch. On its way, Andy.

...What are you two doing here?

Had a pay rise during my absence?

Could ask you the same question, sir. Returning to
the crime scene. Come to wipe off my fingerprints.

They're all over lovely Stella here.

Well, nearly all over.
That's not true, actually,

but I thought you'd want to give
her a once-over with your brush.

...Can I have a word? Look at that!

Leaped at the chance. And him
with a bonny wee babe. Shocking.

He's probably going to ask her if she takes Luncheon
Vouchers. That'll be it, won't it, Sergeant?

Always enjoy our conversations.

I'm rather busy, Inspector.
It won't take long.

You didn't see Superintendent Dalziel leave last
night, did you? No. Why? You weren't the waitress?

I'm the owner. Well, the bank graciously
lets me put my name over the door.

Is the waitress in?
Afraid not. She quit this morning.

Her name wouldn't be Karen
Spillings, would it? Know her?

I'm familiar with her.
That sounds the right word for her.

What do you mean? She can be very familiar. Makes her
popular in some circles. Not in mine, I'm afraid.

Too attentive to the male clientele. Some of
them don't seem to object. Like your friend.

Can't be bad for business.

I draw the line at entertaining
soldiers on the kitchen table at 3am.

Well, they were engaged.
Hmm. Quite clearly.

What did they do when they saw you?

They didn't. Frankly, I didn't feel it was an
appropriate time to introduce VERBAL intercourse.

But you used it to dismiss her?

No, I didn't. As you say, she wasn't
altogether bad for business.

Excuse me. I'm rather short-handed.

Yes? Major Kassell. How are you?
Good morning.

Oh,
I had rather a rush on the game pie.

Is there...? Oh...

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Karen?

Did you get anything out of her?

No? There's a lot would like to.

But she's got pride. She carries the weight
of the world on her slim, delicate shoulders.

You seem very well informed.
Eat here all the time.

How's the investigation going?
Which one?

Are there two? The Deeks case.
It's OK.

Is that the full briefing?
You're supposed to be on holiday.

Oh, yeah... Right. Clean forgot.

Sorry, lads, can't stop.

Got to go pheasant shooting.

If you see the chief constable, ask him
to take a stroll across the moor later on.

I'd like to bag a really big one.
See you, Brutus.

He wouldn't do anything bent, sir, would he? How many
times have you heard character witnesses say that?

Can we claim for these?

Like a lift?
No, thank you.

Don't you remember me?

Oh, yeah. You're one of them blokes
from last night. Left me a big tip.

I appreciated the service.

Come on. Get in.

You never know. I might even offer you
something more than a drive into town.

How did Forensics miss it? The mat
was soaking with the splashing about.

Now it's had time to dry,
you can see the indentations.

Looks like a footprint.
What else do you conjecture, son?

Could be an Army boot.

Frostrick's a big boots man.

Alibi's good - unless he brought the darts team,
their wives and food. They'd have left crumbs.

If they had, Forensics would have missed them. This
is all we've got. Get an impression. Already have.

OK. Let's go play Cinderella.

Could it be an Army boot?
Could be.

Could be a work of modern art.
Sign it and see what you get.

...Lance Corporal, show the
gentlemen here your footwear. What?

They want to see if we're still
polishing them properly.

...Could see your face in them.
...Not that you'd want to!

Show him your soles.
Want me to tap-dance as well?

Save the floor show till later, eh?

Came across one of your ex-officers
recently. Oh, aye? Major Kassell. Oh...

You know him? Yeah.

He'd the sense to get out and
make a go of it in civvy street.

Doesn't take much sense
when it's that or a court martial.

Course, they give him the choice.
Bloody officer!

This was the Hong Kong business,
was it?

Never known a place like it. Everyone was on the
fiddle. Your lot, my lot and the fat cats with titles.

But nothing was proved, was it?

Officers only prove what they want
to prove, don't they?

That's why I got this far
and no more.

I'm not joining that scum.

Inspector... What?

Come on, lads,
let's get some work done round here.

It could be an Army boot, sir.

This is Yorkshire. Everybody wears boots,
including women, children and pit ponies.

It's not a fingerprint, lad,
and right now that's what we need.

Dad?

Dad!

Are you all right?

Why shouldn't I be?

No, well...
Do you want another coffee?

No, thank you.

You've still got his photo.
Well, he was my godson, Arnie.

I was proud of him.
You should be too.

I'm still angry, Andy.

I can't help it.
Not with him, surely? No.

Oh, I don't know.

We're all allowed one stupid mistake.
But he wasn't, was he? That's the point.

Whatever you do, you can't
bring him back. I know that.

So...

D'you think they'll take to me?
Who? Your rich friends. Oh...

Yeah...

Hey, how come the likes of you get
invited to one of Lord Snooty's weekends?

Everybody wants a bookmaker
for a friend, you should know that.

They're hoping for inside information. So
they'll take to you... for the same reason.

Right...

Arnie, Andy. Nice you could pop by.
Afraid you missed the shoot.

I only come for the party.
One of the best shots around.

A minute and I'll introduce the Euros, but first Sir
William wants to meet you. Do I have to curtsey?

Sir William is self-made. No airs and graces. Shame.
I like etiquette. Yes, I'd noticed... Sir William.

This is Detective Superintendent
Andy Dalziel. Sir William.

Nice to see another man in proper shape. I can't
abide all these skeletons in Italian suits.

You do any shooting? No.
The Police Commission frowns on it.

Michael says you're a good man. Few
enough of those around. Do you like birds?

In bed or on the wing? Are you choosy? Can't
afford to be. We'll see what we can do.

...We stock a variety of birds, don't
we?.. Fix up a date with our friend.

Forgive me, I've got to make
Euro chat. God help me!

Fancy a drink? Yeah, why not?

Mary?

Dad!

Dad! Let me go, love! No, Mum!

Get out of the way! Thank you!

Mary?

How did it go, Tom?
They won. Three-nil.

Three-bloody-nil.

First time all season and
I missed it. I meant with Customs.

Waste of time. Clean as a whistle. They hardly had
a packet of aspirin on board, never mind heroin.

So Customs have closed the case?
Course they have.

Just some malignant sod out to cause
trouble. And ruin my weekend.

Tell Andy to do his own dirty work
next time. What's he got to do with it?

He's been working with Customs.

Doesn't he tell you anything? I thought you worked
for him. We've been rather preoccupied lately...

Aye, wasting my time!

You made a hit with Sir William.
He made an impression on me as well.

Everything OK with the helicopter?
Great. It needed a thorough clean!

What happens to these, then?

Can't eat them all.
Market economy. See the van?

Vernon Briggs. He buys them from us and
sells them to you at some exorbitant price.

Didn't I eat one last night? Paradise Hall get them
cheap. Useful to keep your local dinery happy...

as I think you may appreciate.
So, some get cleaned off the top.

And the victors get a brace each.

Here you go. I didn't shoot them.

Who's counting?

She's done what? Phoned the paper.

Retracted her statement.

Said with the rain and everything,
she could easily have been mistaken.

Our revered detective superintendent is spotless
again... Just like his shirts. Yes, sir.

You don't look too pleased at having him back in
the driving seat, so to speak. I'm delighted, sir.

Of course you are. As are we all.

Anything new on the Deeks' case?
A glass slipper, sir.

What am I supposed to do
with these buggers? Cook them?

They won't fit under the grill.
Stuff them and make bookends.

I'd have to buy another book!

Hector!

Stand, boy!

Stand!

What are you doing here? It's me half-day,
sir. What are you doing? I'm a beater, sir.

Get away! Only part-time, like.
The odd weekend.

Do you have another job

I'm not in trouble, am I, sir?
I've done it since I was a kid, like.

Half the lads do. They pay good money. I suppose
it could be seen as additional training.

Going in single file against armed men.
They shoot at the birds, sir, not at us.

Don't bet on it, sonny -
not with me around!

Everybody gets lost in supermarkets.
How would you know

I'm not getting into one of those.
I'm not in the mood.

He was wandering round the car park.
He said he was looking for the car.

If he'd said
he was looking for dinosaurs...

A Hillman Minx, a Hillman Minx.
He sold that car when I was six.

Where is he now?
Mum's taken him up to bed.

What's she saying?

If I could talk to her, my life
would have been totally different.

Soon, you'll need to sit
down with her and... DOORBELL

Happy birthday! Where's
my little god-daughter, then?

Her birthday was yesterday.
A mere technicality.

So, here we are, then.
Wet the baby's head.

Have you got any orange juice?

We could make a buck's fizz. That's
tricky to say if you've had a drink.

Almost as difficult
as "plucking pheasants".

Abracadabra! Fancy one of these?

I'm a vegetarian. Pluck them, then.

Make the girl a Pocah-thingy head-dress.
I'd have loved one these as a kid.

I'm going to lie down - headache.

Has she been using that line long?
It was one of my wife's favourites.

It doesn't augur well, Peter.

I'll leave you these and you and
the baby can have them on Sunday.

What do you want? I thought
you'd never ask. The usual.

I can't stand this bubbly. It makes
terrible noises in the night.

Where did you get those?

You told me to have a holiday.
I've taken up country pursuits.

Doesn't sound like you.

I'm starting a new life. I think
your old one wants you back. Oh?

How's that, then?

Your waitress
has retracted her statement.

You don't seem surprised.

Why should I be?
I was innocent, my lord.

You knew your new friends were
being investigated by Customs?

Is that another case you're working on? I thought
the murder inquiry was keeping you busy.

You don't want to get involved in
too many things. It clouds the mind.

So, now... brief me properly,
sunshine.

And, er, no ice this time.

Come on! He may be a pain, but whatever else Andy
is, he's as straight as a die. People change.

Old age is staring him in the face and what's he got
to meet it with? A cop's pension and an empty house.

And you reckon he wants to fill it
with pheasants. No, you're wrong.

I'm sure there's a logical
explanation. Give me one.

What's that?

Probably Andy pissing
on the herbaceous borders. Peter!

I got him!

Mary, I got him! I got him!

Our baby's safe,
our little Ellie's safe.

Call the police, Mary.
No need.

Dad, what have you done?

...Peter, are you all right?

Who's that, Mary?
It's Ellie, Dad.

I'm OK...

No... Ellie? It can't be!

Are you all right?
Brilliant, bloody brilliant! Oh...

Do me ten copies
of this missing items list.

Found this...

Any news? Charley Frostrick
arrived home last night.

Have you circulated that list
of missing items? On to it now, sir.

Find anything
I missed briefing you on, sir? No...

But then I wouldn't, would I?

What's that? Personal matter.

Hit you with the hardback version
of The Female Eunuch?

Lucky it was only your head. Nowadays they seem
to take shears to the more sensitive parts.

Like me to investigate? No, thank you, sir. I
wouldn't interfere in any case you didn't want me to.

Thought I'd pop in now and then to make sure
you're OK. Between social commitments? Exactly.

I knew you'd understand.

It's not half bad. It's better than being on the dole and
living at home. Long as I don't have to shoot anyone.

Isn't that rather the point
of being in the Army? Not for me.

Mind you, if I find out who did this to
Grand-dad... You'd tell us, wouldn't you?

Happens.

Are you getting married?
Point of being engaged, innit?

Your father doesn't seem too happy
about it.

From what I can gather, neither
was your grand-dad. It's my life.

You seen Karen yet? No. I were late last night. I'd
have gone round, but you know what families are like.

Old-fashioned ideas. Always been a problem.
Still, you managed to find places, eh?

Well, you do, don't you?

Right, shall we go? What do you
want me to do? Have a look around.

Your mother was great, but you
might spot something else. Righto.

D'you mind if I go round on me own?
I feel a bit funny... Of course.

...Karen!

...Sorry, sir. No, I'm sorry.
But I am rather busy.

He wants me to take a quick butcher's round the
house. I could talk to Karen while we're waiting.

Gran's day at the hospital. Got the
house to myself for five minutes.

Bloody awful here on this thing.
Not even a proper sofa bed.

No doubt you'll soon have
a nice billet in Baden-Baden.

Why did you retract your statement,
Karen?

About what?

Oh, you mean the paper? Well, I were wrong.
Initially, I understand you were absolutely positive.

Well, I changed my mind -
woman's prerogative.

BANGING

Any chance of a cup of tea?

I was just checking
it were still there.

Nobody said owt, so I just wondered.
Who was there to say? Who else knew?

Only me. I never told nobody.

Did your grandfather show you?

No...

I spied on him... when
I come for the money for the ring...

I shouldn't have done that, should
I? You should've told me about this.

I wasn't going to nick it.
I mean, it's me mam's now, isn't it?

I wouldn't nick from me mam.

You think I did it, don't you?

I couldn't have killed Grand-dad.

Never!

Not in a million years.

No, Charley,
I don't believe you would.

Come on.
Someone's waiting for you next door.

I've just double-checked, Michael. The Customs boys
have given up so you're all right for tomorrow.

And so am I.

Yeah.

I'm really looking forward to it.

I'll see you there.

Thought you'd gone, sir.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Do I disappoint you, Peter?

Excuse me, sir. The medals have turned
up at Edwin Sutton Antiques, Leystone.

That old rogue! What's he up to?
Probably thinks it'll get us off his back.

You know him, sir? Oh, yeah.

One of the great fences of our time. Olympic class. Not
that we've ever been able to nail him with anything.

Another of our respectable citizens.
Did Sutton serve the man himself?

Yes, sir. Bring him in.
Let's see if we can get an ID. Sir.

Thanks for the background info, sir. That's what I'm
here for... to bring enlightenment to the downcast.

Talking of respectable citizens,
what's the SP on Mr Bancroft?

Thought you'd never ask, Peter.

Or were you just being coy?

Arnie and I go way back.
Used to play rugby together.

Then I turned to a life of crime and
he turned to other turf. He had a son.

Proverbial apple of his eye.

Bright lad.

Not unlike you, actually.
A bit pushy.

Got in with the wrong bunch. Died.

How? Car accident.

They do happen, Peter. Is that all?

What more do you want?
Go on, son. Go earn your medals.

I've got phone calls to make.

Arnie?

He were only in two minutes.

But you think
you might remember him?

I might, but I doubt it.

Male, white, tall, uncertain age. Not
much of a description, is it, Mr Sutton?

Show me a piece of Dresden porcelain
for 10 seconds, I'll tell you it all,

right down to the buckles on
the shoes - because that's my trade!

Could he have been a soldier? Well, he wasn't carrying
a rifle, but, yeah, he could have been anything.

Sir? Yeah?
Charley Frostrick's arrived, sir.

Look, can I go now?

Inspector.

Are these your grandfather's
medals? Oh, aye... Definite.

So you got him, then? Not yet. These
were sold to a local antique shop.

How much did he get?

Thirty pounds. Thirty quid?

He killed my grand-dad for ã30?

Look at these!

I mean,
he fought in Tobruk... El Alamein...

You know, he used to say,
"I fought for lads like you."

He used to drive me bonkers.

But he did, didn't he?

And what did they give him, eh?

Thirty quid.

Has Karen come with you? No.

No, she gave me the bum's rush.

My picture of army life didn't take her fancy.
She's gone off for another job up at the Grange.

The Grange?
How did SHE get a job up there?

Did she return the ring?

You're better off without her,
Charley. Yeah, everybody says that.

But I love her. Well, you wanted her.

I understand it. Most men might be tempted to spend the
night with her at Paradise Hall. Never went there.

She wouldn't have it. The best I got
was Grand-dad's shed. What?

Can I... can I take these?
Not at the moment.

Charley.

You'll get everything you deserve,
Charley.

Eventually.

Just hold on.

Yeah?

Yes, Inspector?

If I can, of course.

Yes, but... I didn't stay around
long enough to see his face.

That he was a soldier
is all I can be sure of.

He may not have been ready for
inspection but he was in uniform.

When?

Night before your boss came in
for dinner.

No, not at all. Glad to be of help.

Tell Sutton he's going on an outing. What's going
on? We're taking our witness to see some soldiers.

There are over 600 men there.
Then get Trott to organise a parade.

Shall I come? No need, sir.
I've coped all right this far.

That's a matter of opinion.

This could be dangerous. The Army...

All we're going to do is see if
anyone jogs your memory. It's safe.

You can't force me. I'm a
law-abiding citizen. Of course, sir.

You're free not to co-operate. If you like, we
can go back and get the warrant. What warrant?

I'm not getting out the car.
Just tell us if you see the man.

Back again? Thinking of joining up? It had crossed
my mind. We're here to see Captain Trott.

Right, sir. I'll phone through.
How many are there?

Get him!

Hey!

You'll pay for that door!
I've just got this car back!

...Still coping all right without me,
are you?

So I sold some medals for a mate -
so what, Inspector?

What was the name of your little friend? Can't
tell you, sir. No names, no pack drill.

Got a code of honour in the Army.
It's called loyalty.

Does it extend to old soldiers who get bashed to
death in their bath? Don't know owt about that.

...Lock him up for the night.

You run a nicer place here than
we do, sir. What time's breakfast?

Interview terminated at 17.08.

At least we got him for firing at
an officer. I want him for murder!

Let's try Lolita.

That cow told you what? All I want
is the name of the soldier.

I was faithful to Charley. I'd never have
done owt like that. She's making it up.

Why would Mrs Abbiss do that?
Cos she's old and jealous.

She saw something, Karen.
Dirty dreams. Nowt to do with me.

Did you mention to the soldier that your neighbour maybe
had some money salted away? There was no soldier.

You're not listening to me!

Can I go now? I'm starting my new
job tonight and I daren't be late.

Go on.

How much do you think she was
involved? How much can we prove?

...Well?

Fingerprints don't match Gillott's.

He's too smart for that.

He'd have been wearing
his little white gloves - smart.

He's the sort likes to impress
girls in his uniform. What next, sir?

Get his boots off him.

Strange - don't seem to be
any Customs with us today.

Probably sleeping in.
They've been working hard lately.

Haven't they just?
Great day for a shoot.

Aye. Perfect.

Sir!

12.02. Detective Inspector Pascoe
has entered the room.

...At ease, Corporal.

At ease.

Breakfast to your liking?
Bacon wasn't crisp enough, sir.

Well, we must make a note of that.

And I'd appreciate your comment
on these, Corporal.

For the tape - a pair of Army boots.

Wouldn't pass muster, sir.

And why's that?
Need their morning spit and polish.

They look clean enough to me...

on the surface.

But that's all it is with you,
Lance Corporal - surface bull.

Our lads may not be very hot on spit and polish,
but we're very sharp on deep-down dirt.

You left your mark on the bathroom mat and the
bathroom mat left its mark on you. Tiny...

Microscopic.
But enough to put you in the frame.

Sit down, son.
You're not in the Army now.

Excellent!

Charley told me about her. Bragging
away when I put him in jankers.

Then she came to wave him off
on manoeuvres.

And all smudged mascara, but eyes
on the look-out for a better mark.

Piece of piss,
as long as you had money to jangle.

We went on a 24-hour bender -
and I mean bender -

all over the shop,
booze and bonk all the way.

Then she starts flashing
this bleeding ring.

Said she knows where
there's a fortune stashed away.

She'd seen her boyfriend
"get a wad from this old fart".

She knew he kept a spare key
in his shed and we waited there.

Passed the time quite nicely...

Till we see the bathroom light
come on.

We let ourselves in,
we started going round the house.

In the bedroom, he must've heard us.

He starts calling,
"Charley? Charley?"

So I went in and gave him Charley...

But he were too daft to tell us owt.

Some blokes got no brains.

Then you went downstairs. Tried
to make it look like a burglary.

Then she strolls off to work.
Cool as a cucumber.

It were all her.

She set me up.

She got me drunk.

I could've been anybody.

She's the one
that really did the murder.

Loyalty, eh

Not to a woman!

They never give you any, do they?

Having a nice time?

See you later.

Another, please, darling.
My pleasure.

Need to get your hands round something hot after
a long day. I bet! Haven't we met before?

You were using that line
30 years ago. It never worked then.

You might be lucky this time.
...Excuse me...

I need to pay the beaters.

I suppose we could always do them
for running a knocking-shop.

What - and spoil the party?

Oh, no, I wouldn't want to do that.

Oi!

You've got style, Andy,
nothing but style. Ta.

We're lost. Oh, no, sir. No, no...
Not exactly.

There's a lane somewhere here...
One there.

Will that do?
Perfect. Let's live in hope.

How long is this lane?
About three miles, sir.

Come on. Let's get there in style.

Responsible citizen.
Glad there are some left.

What the...? Phone!

Hand me the bleeding phone!

I thought you'd be more interested
in indoor attractions.

Nothing like watching others slave
in the cold while you're warm.

Think it might be you.

Excuse me. No rest for the wicked!

Dalziel.

Shit!

Go for it.
Not much point doing much else.

Not bad news, I hope?

You better come with me.

I hope this isn't going to be embarrassing.
So do I... What's happening, Michael?

Nothing. They've come
to arrest one of the maids.

Seems a bit mob-handed.

She's in the hall. Thank you, sir.
...Go on.

You! Here!

You read her her rights?
- Just cuff her, Sarge!

Please!

Sorry, sir, didn't mean to spoil
your party. You have!

You know that little van
you frightened in the lane? Yes.

That was to be our link to the whole drug chain.
We need the big boys who get it on to the street.

That van was going to lead us all the way down
the line until you and the cavalry rode in!

Here we go! Come on!
You'd better start praying!

What the hell are you playing at?

We believe one of your helicopters is being used
to smuggle heroin. Do you know what you're saying?

Do YOU, sir? My bet is you know everything but
you're too canny to put your fingerprints on it.

You let others do that. A word to the troops while
you stand back and whistle. You'll be clean...

More's the pity! But it's different
for the major, innit?

...Constable, come here. Watch him.

...You too, Arnie.
Lots of guns around. My pleasure.

Did you know Arnie's son died
in a car accident? Yeah.

The autopsy found he'd had a heroin
overdose... Did you know that?

Course he did.
...You were his boss, weren't you?

Said you'd look after him. That's what I
believed. Till I said what Customs were on to.

A whole new picture.
Arnie's son died of heroin.

What's that got to do with me?

...Come on.

...Get Rin Tin Tin in the stables. Check the
pheasant packing. You have no right to do this!

Don't be stupid! I'm going to make a phone call.
Guess who to. Your friend - the chief constable.

Everyone against the wall!

Move those men in.
Right back against the wall!

You check in there. Come on!

Get your backs into it!
Get those bloody boxes open!

Must be around here somewhere. Don't
play with it, lad! Get it open!

It was going like a dream.

Arnie got me in with the boys.

They like a bent policeman in the
house. Just had to prove it to them.

Then the accident. Looked like the cloud that
had the silver lining. Not for the old guy...

Were you driving the car?
I got to the end of the drive.

Arnie threatened to hit me
with me spare bottle.

Not the man to risk that, so
we changed over. That's the truth.

Why didn't you tell me?
Would you have believed me?

Why should you? Truth is I would
have driven without old Arnie.

Anyway, you not believing helped.

Getting the major to perjure
himself and sort out the waitress...

It couldn't have been more perfect
if we'd planned it.

Kassell thinks he has a copper in his pocket. It
would've been ungrateful not to return the favour.

So, "Clear flight, Major, guaranteed.
" "Thanks. Join the party."

Only problem now is
I think we might be at a wake.

Get off me!

This is great

Hello, Karen. Why all the fuss?
He was practically dead anyway!

She gets around, doesn't she?
You can say that again.

You coming back, sir?
No, I'm staying here.

Go! No need for you to get shit
on your shoes. I'm staying.

I spoke to your superior. Oh, aye?
And what did the Almighty say?

You better be right
in your assumptions.

Nothing! It's clean.

Right...

Wrap it up. It's clean.

You can all go home. Does this mean
I can return to my normal duties?

Let's go.

You're not letting him away with it?
Arnie, please, get in the car.

I hope you won't get your equivalent
of a court martial. You bastard!

Don't be a bad loser, Arnie. You know you really
shouldn't bet unless you're sure you're going to win.

The car.

Hector!

Stay, boy!

Stay!

Just knocking off, sir. Got paid?

Yes, sir.

My, lad! Haven't you put on weight?
Must be one of the perks of the job.

Yes, sir.

Open up.

Oh, laddie, laddie!

Nobody wanted these, sir.

What...?

What do you think this is?
Dunno. Giblets, sir?

Giblets?

Yes, sir. They always come
in a little plastic bag.

You know, son, you've got the brains
to make chief constable. Thank you, sir.

Walkies, Hector! Heel!

No, Arnie!

NO!

I'll drive.
Very well.

See you.

Look after your daughter, Peter.
It won't be long before you lose her.

What did he say? Just goodbye.

I did everything wrong.

I'd have done the same.

No...

You would never have involved
a mate, like Arnie.

Textbook stuff, that.

My mistake.

It's not even me who has to pay.
Do you think that's going to help?

Go away.

Are you deaf?

So?

We do have work to do...

sir.

Subtitles by Martin Maguire
BBC Scotland