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♪ Heartbeat...

♪ ...why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat...

♪ ...why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

♪ My lady d'Arbanville...

(BREATHLESS PANTING)

♪ ...why do you sleep so still?

(SOBBING)

♪ I'll wake you tomorrow...

♪ ...and you will be my fill

♪ Yes, you will be my fill

♪ My lady d'Arbanville...

♪ ...why does it grieve me so...

♪ ...that your heart seems so silent?

♪ Why do you breathe so low?

♪ Why do you breathe so low?

♪ My lady d'Arbanville...

♪ ...why do you sleep so still?

♪ I'll wake you tomorrow...

♪ ...and you will be my fill

♪ Yes, you will be my fill

TYRES SCREECH

BLAST OF HORN

♪ My lady d'Arbanville...

♪ ...you look so cold tonight

POUNDING ON DOOR

♪ Your lips feel like winter... ♪

- She's dead! She's dead! - Calm down.

- She's dead! - Who's dead?

Me mam!

Mum! Come on, Mum!

Mum!

You can't be dead, Mum!

Please don't be dead!

Mum!

♪ I'll wake you tomorrow...

♪ ...and you will be my fill

♪ Yes, you will be my fill

♪ La la, la la la la...

♪ La la la la la la

♪ La la, la la la la

♪ La la la la la la

♪ La la la la la la...

♪ My lady d'Arbanville...

♪ ...why do you grieve me so?

♪ But your heart seems so silent.

♪ Why do you breathe so low?

♪ Why do you breathe so low?

♪ I loved you, my lady... ♪

Kate...

You see to the kids. I'll go to the hospital with her.

AMBULANCE BELL ♪ This rose will never die

♪ This rose wil never die

♪ I loved you, my lady...

♪ ...though in your grave you lie

♪ I'll always be with you

♪ This rose will never die

♪ This rose will never die ♪

She'll be all right.

We just managed to pump her out in time.

Rather her than me.

Her old man's serving a seven stretch you know,

for burglary with violence.

Yeah, I know.

Do you?

Yeah. The Tinniswoods are patients of mine.

Rosie was in with one of the kids only about a month ago.

Did you also know she's been in trouble herself more than once

for shoplifting?

No, I didn't.

But it doesn't surprise me.

So how long is she gonna be in hospital?

Maybe a couple of days.

So what about the kids?

Well, we could arrange for them to be taken into care I suppose, but...

...it hardly seems worth unsettling them again, does it?

Alright, let's get tonight over and then if she's still in hospital tomorrow,

we'll sort out something else for them.

Here you go.

Is that all right for you, kids?

- You! - Stupid!

Alright, now knock that off, will you?

- It was he started it! - No, I didn't!

You did, you lyin' toad!

I'm not interest, now that's enough!

No, playin' mothers and fathers, are we?

What are you doing here this early?

I was passing by, I heard what sounded like murder going on.

So you're the famous Tinniswood kids then, eh?

- Morning, Phil. - Kate.

- Can you manage, do you think? - Just hurry back, will you?

Can we have a word?

Yeah, of course.

And you lot, just behave yourselves, all right?

- Married?! - That's right.

- This got to be a joke, ain't it? - Not to me it's not, no.

I didn't even know you were engaged.

I weren't until last night.

So who's the unlucky girl then?

Jennifer Galvin.

Not that little bird with the big...?

Yeah. She's in the car now.

So when's the happy day then?

Saturday, down the Registry Office,

if I can get a special licence and organize things then.

I see.

So I'm not the only one who's been playin' mothers and fathers then, eh?

- It's not bloody funny, Nick. - No, no, of course not.

So you fixed, then? Be me best man?

Me?

Yeah, yeah, alright. I'll be honoured.

Couldn't find anybody else. HOOTING

- Who's that? - Guess.

Hello.

Jenny, you've met Nick, haven't you?

I'll say.

- Told him our news then, have you? - Yeah.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

We're off to buy the dress now.

- A white one? - What else?

KIDS SQUEALING

- I'll see you later, okay? - Alright Nick.

- Oi! - It was ... who started it.

- Liar! - Oh, come on.

[indistinct]

Morning, Rosie. How are you feeling?

How d'you think?

Where are me kids?

They're being well looked after.

Now, do you want to talk about last night?

What's there to talk about?

I tried to top meself, you lot stopped me.

I hope you're not expecting any thanks from me for that.

It's the children you have to thank, I'll say.

If they hadn't moved as quickly as they did...

Well, trust them.

It really doesn't bother you then,

what would have happened to them if you had managed to kill yourself?

Oh, they'd have survived love. Being brought up.

Let's face it, they probably would've been better off.

I doubt if they'd think so.

Well, what do they know, eh?

Had it really got that bad then?

What's it to you, anyway?

I want to help if I can.

Why?

- It's what I do. - It's what you're paid to do, you mean.

Yeah, among other things.

Well, I mean...

...you think to yourself, don't you?

What's the point, I mean, just what is the bloody point?

There's nowt to eat in the house, no drink as usual.

Kids were running wild, as usual.

I even been down to the shop to try to get some on tick

just till I got me money, but

with a husband inside...

Never mind the fact that he didn't do it,

I mean, that is the bit that really gets to you, you know.

The fact that my Terry's inside

for summat he didn't even sodding well do.

Yeah, well, she would say that, wouldn't she?

What do you mean?

Well you've heard ... in the public gallery in court, love.

The wives and the mothers and the sweethearts.

There's just no way on earth that their Tom, Dick or Terry ever did it.

- I thought she sounded quite plausible. - Yeah, course you did.

What do you mean by that?

Well, it's par for the course, isn't it?

The more plausible they are,

the less reliable you find them in my experience.

Anyway, I'm gonna be late. I'll see you later.

Right.

POLICE RADIO: "Delta Alpha 24. Over."

"Delta Alpha 24. Over."

Delta Alpha 24 receiving.

There's an outbreak of violence where?

She's a liar, I tell you. I never touch her rotten cig lighter!

Then just what was it doing in

the pocket of your dressing gown, Mrs. Tinniswood?

How the bloody hell should I know?

Sister Virtue here put it there!

I mean you buggers in uniform are all the same, aren't you?

If you can't find evidence, plant it, right?

Yeah, alright. Can we have a word outside please, Matron?

- So where's the lighter now? - Here.

And what about you, Mrs. Bradburn.

You say that when you accused Mrs. Tinniswood of taking it,

she attacked you, right?

Like some wild animal.

- Are you hurt at all? - No. Thanks to her, I'm not.

So no real harm done, then?

I suppose not.

Come along, Mrs. Bradburn. We'll get a cup of tea.

What do you think there, Matron?

How exactly do you mean, constable?

Well, the lighter's been returned and no-one's actually been injured.

Is it really worth taking it any further, do you think?

I want that woman out of this hospital within the hour.

Is that quite clear, constable?

Yes, Matron. Thank you.

Looks like you're going home, Rosie.

Do you think you'll be able to manage with the kids alright?

Well I've managed up till now, haven't I?

But what do you care?

You've done nothing stupid I hope?

Like booked her up for trying to kill herself last night, I mean?

I thought I'd wait and see what you thought, Sarge.

Then don't.

We need her down the nick giving us earache like we need holes in our eggs.

Where is she now, la Tinniswood?

At home with her kids.

Still protesting her innocence, no doubt. Not to mention his.

Non-stick Terry.

Is that what they used to called him, Sarge?

Ah, it's what I used to called him.

How come?

Well, that was the problem with our Terry, you see.

We knew he was doing it, but making it stick...

You managed to finally, though.

Well, one of your predecessor over at Aidensfield did.

Rowley Carsons.

Really?

Ah, he had him bang to rights one night a couple of years ago.

Mind you, he were what you'd call a copper, were Rowley.

So how did he manage it then?

Well, our Terry had broken into premises on the edge of the village.

That big stone place just before the vicarage.

- Miss Hamilton's? - Aye, that's the one.

Braver man than me.

In fact, it was Miss Hamilton that caught him

helping himself to the family silver.

And she got bashed over the head for her pain with a pickaxe handle.

Not hard enough though.

She still managed to get to a phone and call us.

And when Rowley Carsons went round to Tinniswood's

there was the pickaxe handle in the back of Terry's van

still covered with blood.

So what's Rosie on about then, claiming he was innocent?

Well, you tell me, Rowan, you tell me.

Mind you, who knows what goes on in those

nasty little criminal minds of theirs, eh?

♪ BILLY J KRAMER: Little Children

- Nick! - I'm in here!

- Have you lost something? - Yeah. A pair of handcuffs.

Who's been in here today?

Only the Tinniswood kids, and they wouldn't...

Would they?

♪ ...and a quarter

♪ If you're quiet like you oughta be

♪ With little children like you around

♪ I wonder what can I do around

♪ little children like you ♪

Sure you didn't plant 'em on them, are you?

Change the record, Rosie.

That one dropped out of the charts months ago.

It's really getting a bit boring.

But not as boring as being stuck in this house

with three kids to feed with nowt coming in

and with a husband stuck inside for summat

he was fitted up for by you lot.

You wanna watch it, you know.

You'll end up in court yourself makin' statements like that.

Oh, do give over.

There's no way you lot will ever have me in court!

You're quite about that are you?

Oh, I'm positive, love. And I'll tell you why I am.

Because I'd welcome it, that's why they know it.

Cos then the press will be there to hear what I've got to say, wouldn't they?

And somebody might just start asking some very awkward questions.

The weapon was actually found in the back of his van,

covered in bloodstains.

Well, exactly!

So there's no way it could have been my Terry, is there?

How d'you work that out?

Because he just can't stand the sight of blood, that's why.

Keels over if you so much as prick yourself on his ass.

And that lot over at Ashfordly nick know that.

Oh I see. So they're all in on it now, are they?

Oh, you can laugh, love.

But if that's so funny,

you tell me why Rowley Carsons got quietly retired like that

straight after my Terry was sent down?

Cos that is what happens, isn't it, when one of your lot has been up to summat?

You don't get had up like any of us lot would, oh, dear me, no!

They just get quietly shut. Right?

That's ridiculous.

Not as half ridiculous as the idea of that 8-and-a-half stone

weakling hitting someone on the head with a pickaxe handle.

Cos he wouldn't hurt a fly, would that man.

[indistinct]

In fact, one of the great mysteries of life as to anyone who knows him is...

...how he ever managed to give me three kids.

You two must've known Terry Tinniswood.

Little Terry? Oh, I'll say.

- What was he like? - Right mardy little beggar.

Cried like a baby you know, the night old Carsons brought him in.

Was he the sort who'd take a pickaxe handle to someone?

No. Still, I suppose there has to be a first time for everything, really.

Yeah, right.

Can you spare a moment, Rowan?

You're not still goin' on about that Tinniswood rubbish, are you?

I'm just a bit puzzled, that's all Sarge.

Puzzled?

About what could've happened to the file.

The file?

On the case. It seems to have gone missing.

At least, the contents have anyway.

Well, wouldn't be the first time in the history of the police force

that a file's gone missing, would it?

I suppose not, no.

Especially one of Rowley Carsons'.

A bit careless about that sort of thing, was he?

Well, let's just say he was far more effective out there on the streets

than he ever was behind a typewriter, shall we?

Sounds like a man after me own heart, Sarge.

No doubt, Rowan, no doubt.

Why do you want the file anyway?

It's ancient history, the Tinniswood case.

Just curious.

Curious?

Well it seems so completely out of character.

For Tinniswood, I mean.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that you knew him.

I didn't. I'm just going from what people say.

People? You mean like that wife of his?

Not just her, Sarge.

Oh I see. You've been conducting some sort of poll then, have you?

Door-to-door job, was it?

Or did you just stop people at random on the streets?!

I just happen to mention it to a couple of people around the nick, sarge.

Well I'd thought you have enough to do without digging up old cases, Rowan.

I can see I'll have to find more things to keep you occupied!

Right, Sarge.

How old was he?

Who?

Rowley Carsons, when he retired?

Oh... mid-forties, I suppose.

And pretty good at his job, right?

You'd better believe it.

So how come he suddenly decided to retire that early then?

I don't know why, Rowan.

He never volunteered to tell me.

And I don't really think it's any of your business.

So as you came through this door, Miss Hamilton...

Switching on the light, of course.

Right. And where was he?

Kneeling there, stuffing things into this sack he had with him.

Could you describe him?

Well, quite slight, I suppose.

But, as I pointed out at the time,

he did have this balaclava thing over his face, you know.

And then what happened?

Well, he saw me, he suddenly jumped up,

grabbed this stick thing and hit me over the head with it.

This 'stick thing' being the pickaxe handle, right?

So I'm told, yes.

And where did it come from, do you think?

Well, he brought it in with him, presumably.

You'd never seen it before?

It's hardly the sort of thing one is likely to leave lying

about the dining room, constable.

A grubby pickaxe handle.

So what else do you remember about that night, Miss Hamilton?

Not a lot, really.

A door banging shut, I suppose

which was presumably him making his getaway...

and then somehow managing to crawl to the telephone and dialling 999.

After that, well, there I was in hospital.

I must say though I was most impressed

by the speed with which the culprit was apprehended.

We seem to have shifted a bit, Miss Hamilton.

How is PC Carsons these days?

- You're invited, I suppose? - Invited?

To the ??? on Saturday.

Little Jenny Galvin's wedding to Constable Bellamy.

Oh that, yes. Nick's best man in fact.

What a noddy, though, eh?

What do you mean by that?

Well, it is a shotgun job, right?

I really wouldn't know.

Well, you're the only one in the village who doesn't... if you don't.

Only, she's a patient of yours, right?

Yes.

I bet she's not been to see you about any baby, hasn't she?

I'd say that's between myself and Jennifer, wouldn't you?

I thought not. And won't be doing neither, in my opinion.

Not this side of the nuptials, any road.

What are you implying?

I'm not implying anything, Doctor. I'm telling you.

Only when you've been a midwife as long as I have,

it get as you can tell, don't you, just by looking at their faces.

- Tell? - Whether they are or not.

And I'm tellin' you, if that one's carryin', I'm King Farouk.

You don't really believe that, do you?

Course not.

Having said that, she did have a point.

What point?

Well, she hasn't been seeing me. Jenny Garvin, I mean.

And you'd think she'd want to make absolutely sure

if that's the only reason they're getting married so quickly.

D'you think I should mention it to Phil?

Certainly not!

And why not?

Well, apart from everything else, it wouldn't be ethical, would it?

Well, I hardly think a spot of mucky gossip

between you and Mrs. Bromley is covered by the official secrets act.

Now listen, don't you dare say a word, okay?

What, let him go to his doom like a lamb to the slaughter?

You did say lamb not ram.

[indistinct]

Oh, it's you, is it?

Who did you think it was, Paul McCartney?

Oh now you've come to mention it, there is an almost uncanny resemblance.

Ah well, he should be so lucky.

Can I get you something?

What are you rummaging about way down there?

[indistinct]

I've got one of 'em.

But you don't drink ..., Claude.

I know I don't normally, but I've always wondered what it taste like.

That's why its known as the bottled ...

Did I miss something?

Ya, but don't worry about it. We made up for it.

- That's one and six, please. - Go ahead.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

No um, sure I'll take the service.

Is there a stag party here tonight?

- Phil Bellamy's yeah? - Thanks.

Another satisfied customer?

Few more like him, we can all retire.

Yeah, well uh, I think I'll have another one of sixpence worth.

Have a good time.

Rowley Carsons will be there tonight.

Now you be careful.

I'll see you later.

Yeah, but how many of me.

I'll have one of those, Phil, seeing as you're in the chair.

Must be on radar. Another one, please, George!

Hey cheers, Phil! And to boy scouts everywhere!

ALL: ♪ Be prepared! Be prepared!

Get knotted, will you?

Aye, that would've been a good idea an' all!

What the hell are you doin' here?

Not you an' all, Mr. Blaketon?

Yeah, get on. I was just thinking in there I've not seen as many

bluebottles in one place since my dog Alfred got at me chocolate laxatives.

I trust you won't be hanging around long.

You're lowering the tone.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Blaketon. This happens to be my local.

And I tell you something else.

If your lot don't behave themselves,

I might be forced to make a citizen's arrest.

Right, Jim. See you at eleven.

- Righto, Mr. Carsons. - Don't be late.

Did you get us some then?

Aye I did, but what d'you want them for though?

Told you, it's just a bit of a joke. Nowt you need to worry about.

Oscar.

Bloody hell!

Rowley Carsons! Who let you in?

- How are you? - You know. A bit older, a bit wiser.

Well, certainly older, anyroad.

Well, there's nowt wrong with your timing.

- Well, you know me. - What'll you have?

- I'll have a pint, thanks. - Alright. George! A pint!

- Now then, George. - Oh, hello, Mr. Carsons.

- How's it going? - Well, still soldiering on.

I heard you'd been a bit poorly.

Nowt I haven't learn to live with, you know.

This your new missus, is it?

[indistinct], the guide dog.

My niece Gina. Rowley Carsons.

So that's the legendary Rowley Carsons?

Aye, that's him.

SWINGING BLUE JEANS: ♪ Good golly, Miss Molly!

♪ Yeah, you sure like to ball

♪ Oh, good golly, Miss Molly! ♪

Turn that racket down, Gina! We can't hear ourselves think in here!

(LOUDER) ♪ When you're shakin' and a-shoutin'

♪ Can you hear your mama call?

♪ From the early early mornin' to the early early night

♪ When I caught Miss Molly rockin' at the House of Blue Light!

♪ Good golly, Miss Molly!

♪ Yeah, you sure like to ball!

♪ When you're rockin' and a-rollin'

♪ Can you hear your mama call?

(SOZZLED) See...

...what you have to realise about Jenny is...

A lovely girl.

No doubt about it there.

A really lovely bit of stuff.

But thick.

She's just so thick, that girl.

I mean with your Kate, you're all right.

Not just attractive...

- if you don't mind me sayin' so... - No.

...summat up here.

With Jenny...

...nobody home.

I mean, is that a recipe for a happy marriage?

Huh? I mean, you tell me, is it?

I'll see you in a minute.

And she's up the stick...

...courtesy of yours truly.

So what else can I do but marry her?

Rowley Carsons, right?

Nick Rowan.

- You took over my patch, you did. - That's right.

- How's it goin'? - All right.

Excellent. Put it there.

What are you havin'?

Uh, the same again, please.

Gina! When you're ready, darling, two here, love.

Listen, clear up a little mystery for me, will you?

If I can, yeah.

One of your old files seems to have gone missing.

- One of my old files? - The one on Terry Tinniswood.

- That one, really? - Do you remember that case?

Peak of an otherwise undistinguished career, was that ???.

Gone missing, has it?

- Seems to have. - Oh, dear me.

Got any idea where it might be?

Me? No, no, not at all, no, no.

... when I cleared my stuff out, I supposed.

Why d'you want it, anyway? He's not escaped, has he?

No, no. It's just something that came up, that's all.

Came up?

- Well, brought up, really. By his wife. - Oh.

Yeah, she still reckons he's innocent.

Good old Rosie. Blamin' everyone but herself as usual.

[indistinct] Still at it, is she?

Ta, darlin'. Thanks very much.

You must have moved pretty sharpish that night

to nail Tinniswood like that.

- D'you want to... - Oh, yeah.

Sorry mate.

If you want the truth lad, I'm lucky, that's all.

I mean dead lucky.

- Oh, aye. - Yeah.

You see, I'd had a tip-off earlier on that evening

that an old van had been hanging about suspiciously

down at the posh end of the village, you see.

And of course, when I heard what the registration was...

That rang a bell, did it?

It was Terry Tinniswood's old banger.

So once I got Miss Hamilton off to hospital,

I nipped straight round to Tinniswood's.

And of course, once I knocked on the door,

there's no way they're gonna let me in.

So I reckoned they had to be up to summat.

And of course, when I found the van unlocked,

there on the seat, pickaxe handle.

I could hardly believe me eyes, honestly.

Seems a bit careless.

That's what he was famous for, wasn't it, covering his tracks?

Absolutely.

- So what happened that night? - Who knows, lad, who knows?

Me, I were just grateful summat had at last.

I suppose even the smartest of us makes mistakes sometimes, eh?

Yeah, right.

CHEERING

BOISTEROUS SHOUTING

Put me down!

DRUNKEN CHEERING

Hey, you soft pillock, you can't leave me here!

What are you two so deep in conversation about?

Oscar!

I was just telling young Nick here

about the finest moment of my career

the night I finally nailed non-stick Terry.

- Same again, is it? - Yes, please.

Still at it, are you, Rowan?

Just making conversation, Sarge, that's all.

Course you were.

By the way, I saw Miss Hamilton this afternoon.

She said you went round to see her.

Hey, you gentlemen, shut up! Hey, you'd better get outside quick!

Come on! It's serious!

Oh, my God.

So your story, Greengrass, is you went outside

and you saw this bloke running away, right?

What do you mean, my story?

Why did you go outside anyway?

It's not like you, leaving a bar while they're still serving.

It nowt to do with you why I were going out, weren't it?

That record player was on so loud, it give me the earache.

And when you went outside,

you definitely saw somebody runnin' away?

- Right? - Right.

What did he look like, this "somebody"?

Well, he were like...

...youngish.

Is that the best you can do, that he was youngish?

Well, to tell you the truth, I thought it were one of your lot.

One of our lot?

Yeah, you know, a rozzer, cos he'd been in here earlier on.

What, at the party?

That's what I thought.

You're not just making this lot up, are you, Greengrass,

just to cover yourself?

Now, don't start telling me ...

cos your lot were playing silly buggers.

Look, the thing is, we need to let Jennifer know what's happen.

Do you know where she lives?

I'm sure I must have her address somewhere.

Hang on, I'll have a look.

"Here we are."

Kate, could you do us a favour?

Can you run her up to the hospital for me?

Only I can't get away.

So what you are telling me now is you actually spoke to this bloke?

Yes. We both did.

What do you mean, "both"?

Me and young Gina over there.

Is there anything else you can remember about him, Gina?

Anything at all?

I don't think so.

Oh, except for these tattoos.

Tattoos?

Yeah, yeah, these tattoos on the back of his hands.

Alf, how is he?

Oh, I dunno yet. Kate's still in with him.

- Where's Jennifer? - Here she comes.

How is he?

Well, he's still alive, no thanks to you.

- Me? - You were in on it, weren't you?

- No, not me. - No.

But you did nowt to stop it, did you?

And I thought you're supposed to be his rotten pal.

It was just a bit of a joke that went wrong, that's all.

Oh joke, was it?! Well believe me, my Phil's not laughing.

The good news is there's no real harm done.

He looked a lot worse than it was.

Thank God for that.

So what's the bad news?

Well he has got concussion and they want to keep him

in for a couple of days observation.

Bang goes my wedding for Saturday right?

- I'm afraid so. - Great.

Have you any idea yet who might've done it?

The most likely suspect seems to be some bloke

who was spotted running off.

By Greengrass, of all people.

Oh, did he recognise him?

No, not as such, no.

But he had been in the pub earlier so we got a pretty good description.

- He had a couple of tattoos. - Tattoos?

Yeah, a lion on the back of each hand.

Well, there can't be too many of those about.

Well, that's what we thought.

Now, don't worry, Jennifer, we'll get him.

Oh yeah?

And what about his so-called 'mates' who caused all this in the first place?

Some sort of an award, Greengrass.

Yeah, you know, for ... last night, like I did, you know,

cos if I hadn't, that young copper of yours

could have been a goner, couldn't he?

So what exactly do you have in mind?

Victoria Cross, perhaps?

No, never thought of that.

No, but I've heard the Queen got a medal she gives to people

for like, bravery and that sort of thing.

Oh yes, that one.

Yeah, well, what do you think?

What do I think?

I think you should get out of here, Greengrass.

Fast!

No, no, you don't understand.

Greengrass, get out!

Now!

The next time one of your lots in trouble

I should know what to do, shan't I?

Rowan! My office, now!

- Yes, sarge? - Shut the door.

Well, it's better news about Phil, Sarge.

- It's not Bellamy I want to talk about. - No?

No, I want to talk about Rowley Carsons

and this burning curiosity you seemed to have developed

about his sudden retirement.

Not of course it's really any of your business.

So we can't have you harbouring suspicions

that perhaps somebody up there suddenly decided the time has come

to sweep Rowley Carsons under the carpet.

It just seemed a bit strange for him to retire like that.

That's all, sarge.

Well, of course it did.

A man like Rowley Carsons?

No wonder you were suspicious.

Alright then. Just to put your mind at rest,

I've decided to tell you just exactly why Rowley Carsons retired early.

And believe me, it's got nothing to do with Terry Tinniswood...

...or that big-mouthed wife of his.

Cancer?

With secondaries, apparently.

So why was it all kept so secret then?

That's the way Carsons wanted it.

God, you must've felt awful.

At least, he's in the clear as far as the job's concerned.

See, from what I saw of him, I liked him.

A lot of the things that he believe in about community policing

are the same things I believe in.

Well, at least it's all cleared up now.

Yeah, but it isn't, Kate, is it?

It isn't?

What was it that made me suspicious of him in the first place?

The fact that he took early retirement.

No, the fact that he was acting completely

out of character by doing that.

The same as Tinniswood would have been doing

if he'd hit Miss Hamilton over the head.

But he was in the area that night.

Cause his van has been spotted.

And when Carsons got to his place, he wouldn't let him in.

So what was he up to?

- Unless of course... - What?

- I'd have to check it. - Check what?

But I'd have to go Ashfordly and dig out the old occurrence books.

There's no way I can do that, not with Blaketon on the warpath.

I know.

Nick!

What are all these?

They're crime reports, going back to the year dot.

We fill 'em out every day,

and at the end of the year, we shove 'em up here.

Here you go. August.

- How will they help? - That depends, don't it?

Depends on what?

On whether I'm right or not.

Here we go.

Well, well, well. How about that then?

August 23rd, Rosie, a couple of years ago.

A night to remember, right?

There were two break-ins that night.

The one your Terry got his color felt for...

...and the other one at the home of a couple called Mather.

Only we didn't find anyone for that job.

It was clean as a whistle.

In fact in many ways, a typical Terry Tinniswood tickle, I'd say.

D'you want to tell me about it?

I dunno what you're on about.

Honest.

What I'm on about, Rosie, is saving your husband's worthless neck...

...and sticking mine out a mile to do so.

So do yourself a favour, stop mucking me about

and for once in your life try tellin' the truth for a change.

There were two break-ins that night, sarge, not one.

And there's no way Tinniswood could have done both jobs.

They were ten miles apart. And there wasn't enough time.

And according to Rosie, it was the Mathers' place that Terry broke into,

not Miss Hamilton's.

How come neither of them said so at the time?

Because they assumed that if they had,

Terry would've carried the can for both jobs, I suppose.

And you expect me to take that woman's word for all this...

...against the word of one of the best police officers

it has ever been my privilege to command?

No, of course not, Sarge.

This is what's left of the stuff that Terry stole from the Mathers' place.

They were still stashing it away apparently when Rowley Carsons arrived.

Which is why they wouldn't let him in.

I think you'll find it all matches that list

of stolen goods you've got there, sarge.

You just couldn't leave it alone, could you, Rowan?

You saying I should've then, Sarge?

I just hope you realise, that's all, what a can of worms you've opened here.

And it won't do your own career prospects much good either.

Whistleblowers don't rise too rapidly, in my experience.

There's a bloke already served 18 months for a job he didn't do.

- Who should've been inside years ago! - Yeah, but not for this one.

And that is what really matters, isn't it, sarge,

or else everything's down the pan!

You're right, Rowan.

Oh, just one more thing.

I wouldn't like to think that you're suggesting...

...that I was party to any of this.

I thought you knew me better than that, Sarge.

CLOSES DOOR

- You ready? - Yeah, I suppose.

- All right? - Yeah.

It's just Jenny came to see me last night.

Oh, yeah?

She's lost the baby, she says.

I see.

Just when I were gettin' used to the idea of being a dad.

She's broken off the engagement as well.

- She has? - Yeah.

By the way, she's said there was no need for us to get married, is there.

Oh well, at least it lets you off the hook anyway.

Well, that's the problem. I dunno if I wanna be.

You don't?

Well, I've been doing a lot of thinking while I was lying there

and I realised how much I were looking forward to marrying her.

Do me a favour will you, Nick?

Take me round to Jenny's.

I'm gonna tell her I'll marry her after all.

You sure about that?

I've never been more sure about anything my life, I tell you.

I'll wait around then, see if I am needed on Saturday.

Cheers, Nick.

- Phil! - Hello. Can I come in?

- No! - Why not?

- I'm undressed. - So?

You bastard!

COMMOTION

SHOUTING

Well, that's him! You bastard, you work me over!

I can explain that if you'll just listen!

You can explain? You two-timing cow!

- Yes! - Well, go on then, explain!

He were me boyfriend, were Peter, long before I ever met you.

Oh, were he?

Only, he wouldn't marry me like, so

we had this dead big row and he walked out on me.

Only, when he found out I took up with you,

I'm having to marry you like, he come dashin' back, didn't he?

Just mad with jealousy, I suppose.

So when he saw you there

well he just lost all control of himself, didn't he?

And that's his story, is it?

Well it happens to be the truth, squire!

And now he's realised, haven't he, just how out of order he was.

Oh, has he?

For muckin' me about, I mean.

Now he says he will marry me.

(BREATHLESS PANTING)

Congratulations.

Well thanks.

- No! - Argh!

Don't be planning no honeymoon, cos you're nicked, sunshine!

64,000 dollar question being, of course,

was she ever pregnant in the first place?

Oh, what was it she said again?

She said she supposed she could've been.

Poor old Bellamy.

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Hello, Nick. - Hello.

Come in.

Kate, this is Rowley Carsons.

- Ah, you'll be Mrs. Rowan, right? - Yes. Hello.

- Have you got a minute to...? - Yeah, of course.

- I'll leave you to it. - No, it's alright.

I'm sure Nick's told you all about this.

Anyway, it won't take very long.

- Is it alright if I...? - Yes, yes, of course.

Only I've made a full statement to Blaketon, admitting everything.

I think it's best to come forward voluntarily,

perhaps they'll go a bit easier on me that way, you know.

Now, that is, of course, if you are happy to go along with that.

- Yeah, yeah. More than happy. - Thanks very much.

Well, that's it, I think.

He's a good copper. He'll do alright.

- Just tell me one thing, will you? - Yeah.

Why?

It's a good question is that.

Well...

...I'll tell you what happened.

I was already at Mather's when I got the call

that Miss Hamilton's place has been done over, you see.

Now I could tell straight away that the Mather's job

had to be one of Terry Tinniswood's. You know what I mean?

Yeah, I think so.

But, there was no way I was ever going to be able to pin it on him, you see.

So when I got to Miss Hamilton's and I found this pickaxe handle lying there

well, I've taken it along with me to Terry Tinniswood's.

Not with the intention of planting it on him.

I mean, it weren't that cold-blooded.

Only when I found Terry's van door unlocked...

...well, I were tempted, weren't I.

You see, all I could think about, all the time I was thinking

now he's gonna get away with this.

He's gonna carry on long after I'm gone.

Cos, you see, it was the same day that I got the uh...

you know, the bad news from the doctor.

What had I got to lose, you see?

Now, I'm not trying to justify what I did.

It was wrong. I know that.

But I got the chance just to tilt the scales in our favour for once...

...and I succumbed.

Just the once, in 30 years.

You see, when it's something as important as the law you're on about

just the once is enough, right?

CLOSES DOOR

God.

What d'you think they'll do to him?

What else, throw the book at him, of course.

But from what Blaketon says,

he won't be around long enough to have to face it.

At least he was right about that bit anyway.

Uh-oh.

- Hello, Rosie. - Oh, hello.

He'll be home soon eh, your Terry.

Ya, but what sort of state though eh?

After what he's been put through.

Well, at least his name's been cleared.

Exactly. And how long before he's up to his old tricks.

All the coppers'll be round every 5 minutes

each time a set of spoons goes missing.

At least I got some peace whilst he was inside.