Original subtitles

R .D. Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

R .D. Why does a love chip in my memory?

All right, is that table two? I'll take that, thank you. Now, you serve table

six. We've copied it, still waiting.

Mr and Mrs Clegg, everything to your satisfaction. Thank you very much

Good night now.

Hey, come on, Bill. Chop, chop.

He's still looking for snoopers.

Eh? Whenever you leave here, you look both ways, like a man with a guilty

secret.

No guilt and no secret.

Are you sure?

I can't wait for the weekend.

Good to get away.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. I had confirmation from the hotel and they're

expecting us in time for dinner.

Well, that sounds fine.

I'd better go.

Let you get your beauty sleep.

Good night.

There's a crack up in the ceiling.

And the kitchen sink is leaking.

Out of work and got no money.

A bundy joint of bread and honey.

What are we living for?

Here's a apartment on the back of the floor.

No money. Hang on. Just a minute.

Just a minute.

Come in, open.

Hello, Gord.

Mate, I didn't expect to see you around for dinner.

Well, it's not often I get an echoette to come round here, is it?

What's wrong?

I've got something up my nail. I don't know what it is, but it didn't half make

any throb, it's like, you know.

You dragged me round here for a finger, Claude. What?

Oh, come on, let's take a look at it.

Oh,

careful. What have I done to deserve such an angel of mercy?

Lady Tux with Opie.

That'll be the day.

Ah, oh.

I think it's down the side somewhere, but wherever it

is, all right.

Hey, quite a mess.

Ah, lucky I spotted it.

Otherwise it would have been a lot worse.

My car could have gone up to the start.

Mr. Webster?

Yes, Mrs. McKimber. P .T. Rowan, Steve.

Oh, thank you. Good morning, Constable.

Morning. Oh, Mrs. McKimber.

Yes, sir.

Where's Rogers?

He's doing the stairs.

Still? Tell him to get down here now and start clearing this mess.

Yes, sir.

You know, I might be able to use it.

What? You'd be surprised what makes a good background for a picture.

No, thank you. I'd rather people didn't associate my hotel with charred remains.

Mr. Johnson is a fashion photographer, Constable.

Oh, right.

Yeah, he's up from London to look for locations for a shoot.

That's what your fellow'd say?

Shoot, yeah.

It's a glamorous job, Mr. Johnson.

I've worked in too many godforsaken places to go along with that.

He's just been modest, Constable.

He told me that last week he was drinking with David Bailey. Even I've

him.

David Bailey, eh?

Well, there's a group of us, you know, we drink in the Cat's Cradle. It's the

snapper's bar in fantasy.

Oh, Rogers, what's the matter with you?

Chop, chop. I thought you were waiting for the insurance man, Mr Webster.

He's been and gone, man.

Come on, get on with it.

Well, Mr Johnson, I suggest you have a look round the house while I talk to

Constable Rowan.

OK, fine, I'll do that.

Ciao. Nice meeting you.

This was something of a shock.

Did the fire brigade say what caused it?

Faulty wiring, they thought.

So how can I help?

I want you to get to the bottom of it, Constable.

I'm not convinced it was an accident, you see.

And this is the billiard room?

Yeah. Yeah, I like it. Yeah.

Hey, that's going to work. That's nice.

Yeah. Yeah, you can see that happening.

Baby! Whoa!

This is it.

Yeah, I like it.

So, when my father died, death duties meant I either had to sell this house or

turn it into a money -making venture.

Well, you seem to be building a reputation.

Locally, perhaps, but that's not enough.

We have to attract a much wider public.

Now, this photographer fella, he might help us with that.

I give him access to the hotel in return for publicity.

That sounds like good business.

Now, about this file.

Oh, aye, sorry.

Well, when the house became a hotel, I took on most of my father's staff,

including Brian Rogers.

And what's his job?

General Dog's buddy.

He's not the brightest, but my father had a soft spot for him.

And you haven't?

Oh, no.

I'm sure the feeling's mutual, Constable.

Too many incidents have occurred which, in my view...

Cannot be put down to bad luck or carelessness.

Faulty wiring may have sparked the fire, but it was paraffin that spurred it on.

You suspect him?

I can't prove anything.

So what motive could he have?

I told you, my father was very fond of him.

Became dependent upon him when he was infirm.

I wasn't here.

Business commitments and so on.

But when I took over, I think that Rogers became deeply resentful.

What you're describing, Mr. Webster, sounds more like personnel problems than

police matter.

What I'm describing, Constable, is a series of malicious acts which I want

investigating, and urgently.

Oh, that's nice, Claude.

Yeah, yeah. It is nice, isn't it?

It's very unusual.

Where's it from?

Same place I got that thing off me finger. Around the back of a settee when

was doing house clearance.

Have to be more careful in the future, Claude.

Hey, Maggie, I don't like asking personal questions. Good, because I

answering them.

No, seriously, I've never understood how a lovely lady like you hasn't got an

escort.

An escort?

What for?

Well, pour you drinks, open doors, tell you if your seams are straight.

Hey, you don't muck about with these penniless young blokes, you know. You

to find somebody a bit more mature.

Oh, really?

Ah, well, they're much less demanding, you know.

We've usually got a few, Bob.

Well, I keep my eyes open, God.

You do that.

Were you here when it started?

In the kitchen.

Yeah, when the fire brigade said it looked like 40 wires at the paraffiner.

Seems likely.

Really?

Odds on.

I told the boss it was in a bad state.

Was the paraffin always kept on this shelf?

As long as I've been here.

Well, things must have changed a bit since old Mr Webster died.

What was he like?

Like?

Yeah.

He was the best.

You got on well with him?

Yeah.

How about Mr Webster Jr.? Did he get on with his father?

I don't know. He were hardly ever here.

Well, he is now.

Keeping you busy by the look of him.

Oh, don't complain.

He does, eh?

He doesn't like me bumping into visitors.

The hotel guests?

Says I give the wrong impression.

Hello. Oh, good morning.

And how's Katie?

Nick said she was a bit off colour.

Oh, he's a specialist in false alarms. She's fine.

She certainly looks it, don't you?

I'm in a bit of a rush. Will you tell Nick that I'll see him tomorrow?

Oh, hasn't he told you? He's going away for the weekend.

Oh.

Well, I'll see him when I see him then.

Bye. Bye.

And it's not on the slate.

That's a fancy affair Maggie's put on your finger, Claude.

Do they do a matching eye patch?

If you're not careful, you'll be wearing one.

Who's that chap through there with Gina?

It's some photographer who wants to use the pub as background of some sort.

Gina's all in a muck sweat about it.

I wanted to be a fashion model right from junior school.

You'd do very well.

No, they're so skinny now.

Yeah, too skinny.

You should have persevered.

You're a talented girl, I can tell. I'll tell you what, if your uncle will play

ball, I'll see if I can squeeze you into the frame.

Well, leave him to me.

How long will you need?

Half an hour maximum.

I'll see what I can do.

Gina, who's that over there?

Claude Greengrass.

Does he turn up here often?

Like a bad penny.

But we can always ban him for the day. No, no, no, that's the sort of local

colour that I'm after.

Well, in my opinion, Sarge, we should file a report and leave it at that.

This Webster character can make a lot of noise, Rowan. Are you sure he's barking

up the wrong tree?

I'd say Brian Rogers hasn't got a malicious bone in his body, Sarge. And

about the previous incidents of so -called sabotage?

Well, there's a broken pipe, flooded bathroom, badly felled tree.

All run -of -the -mill domestic disasters, Sarge.

Now, Rogers may be slow -witted, but you don't see him as a saboteur.

Gina, same again for Mr. Greengrass, please.

Yep.

Now, I may be wrong, but you don't appear to be a man ruled by the whims of

fashion.

It's best not that people think you're gory, especially in my business.

And your business is?

I do a bit of buying and selling, you know, antiques.

Antiques? Hey, that's big business now. I do objays, dart and all, so if you

want to...

You know, bits of jewellery, stuff like that. You know, I've usually got some in

stock. Oh, right. Now, what I thought, Mr Greengrass, was that you represented

the unchanging face of the countryside.

He's looking for local colour cloths. I just want to take a few photographs,

sir. Yeah?

You as you are.

You and the dog.

The dog?

Yeah, perfect accessory.

Models to the fore, smart as paint. You in the background.

Result, dynamite.

Dynamite. Yeah, I'm sorry to ask that, but is there likely to be any money

scattered in this explosion?

He's not like for me. You know, it's really for Alfred.

He's not been that well. I'd like to put him on a bit better diet.

Look, it's only half an hour, and he said I could be in some of them.

Well, you have dozens of snaps in your album.

They're not snaps.

What are they, then? They're proper photographs, and they don't go in

They go in portfolios.

I bumped into Joe in the village.

She seemed to think she was seeing you at the weekend, but I told her that you

were away.

Did I do all right?

Yeah.

Only it's not really for me to tell people where you are or what you're

She might not want them to know.

Jo knows about the weekend, Darlene.

Oh, she seems surprised.

Well, maybe, but not about that.

What then?

Well, she was probably surprised that I hadn't told you.

Told me what?

Well, that it's Jo I'm going with.

Oh, I wish you'd said.

I must have seemed very foolish.

I'm sorry, Arlene. I didn't know what you'd think.

Good heavens, you're both adults.

What does it matter what anybody thinks?

Well, you're not anybody.

Anyway, I hope you'll have a nice time.

It'll do you good to get away for a day or two.

I'll find you a shirt, buddy.

The double room for the night.

Thank you, sir. Yes, we look forward to seeing you.

Bye now. Thank you.

Ah,

good morning, Mrs. Clegg, Mr. Clegg.

This time you nearly killed someone.

What? I have just sent a guest to hospital.

He slipped on some loose stair carpet and fell from top to bottom.

Stair carpet, remember?

The one you were supposed to have fixed. I did.

It was loose.

Well, I checked every tread. Then you should have double checked. Well, you

me off it. You wanted me to clear out the workshop. I don't give a damn where

wanted you.

You're finished.

What? You're sacked.

Take your things and get out.

No. You deaf lad.

Oh, Mr.

Webster said... Oh, Mr.

Webster isn't here anymore.

But he said... Shut up!

Get out!

Go! Don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel?

When things go wrong, I'll see me back.

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good.

Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.

That's what I say. I said, yeah, yeah.

My baby loves me.

She gets her feelings for fire. She loves me. She needs to know that she's

And when she kisses, I feel the fire get hot. She needs my message.

She gives it all that she's got. And when she asks me, she says the thing is

okay. I got my answer.

The only thing I can say, I say yeah, yeah.

That's what I say. I say yeah, yeah.

We play a melody and turn the lights down. Long story, knock and see. We got

dude.

That's what I'll say.

Hello.

I gather you saw Eileen.

Yes, you haven't told her.

What, I've told her now?

No guilt, no secrets, you said.

I was just waiting for the right moment, that's all.

She knows now, so everything's fine.

I'll try and get away by about half past three this afternoon.

Do you have that thought?

I'll be ready and waiting.

That's gorgeous.

Yeah, I love it.

Okay. Excuse me, sir. Would you mind?

Excuse me, sir. Yeah, we're doing a shoot here. Just a couple of seconds.

to the left. Would you just like to just move out of frame?

Thanks a lot.

We'll use your lady.

Okay, that's nice. Yeah.

Well,

aren't you going to do something?

What do you suggest?

It's disgusting.

Fashion models, they call them.

Well, I know better.

I wear more in the bath than they've got on.

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good.

Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.

Did you say something half a letter?

What?

I reckon you've had enough, mate.

Baby. Yeah.

Like any other one.

Don't have enough time myself.

Long regretting.

Some foolish things.

Some simple things.

I'm just a stone whose intentions are good.

All right.

Number 33.

33.

That's what I said, 33.

You're deaf or something.

No, but you're drunk.

Stop this car. I'm getting out. Stop the car.

It has stopped.

I don't have to pull with this.

Oh, look, you're here. You're here, number 33.

Look, that's three pounds, seven and six, you owe me.

Oh, come on.

Where's me fare?

Right.

Hey, I'm talking to you, pal.

where God wiped his feet.

You must be joking.

Yeah, well, let's just see, shall we?

You have really done it this time.

Hey, have I ever let you down?

Yes.

I'll send someone over straight away.

If those girls turned sideways, you wouldn't have seen anything at all.

I didn't see much.

But what I saw, I liked.

There's more meat on the butcher's biro.

Royal!

Sir!

Brian Rogers.

The lad you were telling me about yesterday.

The one that you said wouldn't say boo to a goose.

Well, he's just threatened a taxi driver with a broken bottle.

If pushed, they can get changed in the van, but if you've got a space, anywhere

will do.

Yeah, outside lavvies. The pigsty. The fridge.

Anywhere, really.

Great sense of humour, these girls.

I can tell that.

You use the kitchen if you want, as long as you wipe the feet.

Mind you, I might have to pop in now and again, but as long as they both shut

their eyes, there shouldn't be any problems.

Where do you want me?

Have all the plough cut.

Now, I'll tell you. I've had him drunk before, but never like this one.

He's crackered, if you ask me.

Three pounds, seven and six.

What, has he got the money?

How do I know?

All he put my way was a broken bottle.

So what was he doing in Whitby?

Getting drunk, what else?

Oh, apparently he's just got the sack.

He's been fat?

This morning, he said.

Mr. Rogers?

Who's here?

It's P .P. Rowan, Mr. Rogers. I need to talk to you. Get lost.

Can you open the door, please?

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

You want me to come to the door?

I'll come to the door.

I'll come to the door and bring a friend.

Come on, let's sort this out, please.

All right, steady.

Get back, all of you!

Okay, we're going.

Go on, go!

Leave me alone!

That's the shot. Just hold that pose. That is beautiful. You are a natural.

Okay, I'm just going to come around here for a couple more.

That's it. Just let the dog take a round of touch.

That's the shot. Love it. Okay, thanks a lot, Mr. Gringo.

Okay, girl. Come on, we've got what we came for. Let's move it. About time.

Excuse me.

What about the settling up?

Yeah, we'll sort it out down the pub later.

What time?

See you there, then. Bye.

Right, what's happening? Well, there's still no change, sir. I think we should

hold tight and let them take it off. A police officer's been threatened with an

offensive weapon.

Holding tight is not an option. Who's this? Taxi driver, sir.

He's crackers in there, Sergeant. He's not just drunk.

PC Rowan is appraising me of the situation, sir, so if he'll excuse us,

get on with the job.

Right, I want one man at the front, one at the back, and one to control these

moronic spectators.

Sarge, we've got a manic drunk in there waving a gun around.

Wouldn't it be safer to get a dog in?

A dog?

Yeah. Nothing sobers a man up faster than a set of jaws locked to his soft

parts. We don't have a dog, Bellamy.

North Allerton have. I'll call them. Well, and say we can't get a nutter to

his taxi fare without their help.

Get a grip, Ventress.

Better?

Mr. Rogers!

This is Sergeant Blaketon.

Push off!

Open the door.

You think I'm stupid?

You think I'm an idiot?

If you open the door, it'll be much better for you. Better for me?

Liar! Now just put the gun down and come outside.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Come outside.

Quietly. No!

No!

No! No!

Nick's probably right, Sarge. Let him sleep it off. He's not making a fool of

in front of that lot. We'll break the door down, Bellamy. Sarge, Greengrass

thinks he might be able to help.

We've already got one mad drunk.

I know the lad.

He knows the family, Sarge. Does he?

So, what have you got for us, Greengrass?

Well, from what I can hear, he's not listening to you a lot. What of it?

Well, when I sent for his mother to listen to her, she'd frighten Rocky

Marciano.

Where is she, then?

She works at the wall mill. Her name's Avis.

Well, it doesn't happen often, but the horrible oracle might have spoken some

sense.

Well, let's cancel the sledgehammer.

Bellamy, bring in the mother.

Sergeant.

Use the Devonshire Room on the left.

Lovely ladies, Mr Johnson.

Yeah, and very professional.

Well, the place is yours.

Just make sure you get our name into the pictures somewhere.

Hey, I'll do my best.

Hey, Miss Rogers, Dad.

Mrs. Rogers.

Your man's told me what's been going on. Good. He's got sack from Webster's, he

tells me. We've only got the taxi driver's word for that, Mrs. Rogers.

I'll give him sack when I get hold of him.

Well, the situation is this. The situation is he's jobless and drunk.

Well, yes.

Anti -total, so he's not picked it up from me.

His father can answer for that, if you can find the old soak.

Well, we're not here to apportion blame, Mrs. Rogers. Your son has threatened a

police officer with a gun.

He's in serious trouble. Listen, that gun was made safe years ago.

It hasn't fired a shot since Boer War.

Just go easy on him, eh? Go easy on him?

I'm his mother.

Well, when I saw him yesterday, he seemed under a lot of pressure.

Was it you who got in the sack?

I don't know I'm aware of, no.

Well, if you wanted to sort this out, you'd better all stand back.

Brian? Brian, love, it's me.

Open door, Brian.

But at least talk to me, Brian.

Brian?

What do you reckon?

I'd say she's half his problem.

Are you in a hurry or something?

Yeah, I could be if this goes on.

Well, we should have to whip round and pay for his taxi, go over to the drawer

and go home.

Okay, let's just have our waiter offering the lady of the manor a glass

favorite tipple there. That's nice, okay.

That's good.

Just, Darren, can you just hold the glasses around?

That's the one. That's nice, dear.

Beautiful.

Okay, we can lose you for the moment now. I want to come round.

Okay, give us a bit of marrying. Come on, babe.

Let's go for it.

That's gorgeous.

Beat your heart out, Mr.

Rowe. All right, yes.

Okay, pop the weasel, baby, pop it.

Yes, that's gorgeous.

Yeah.

Right, let's, um... Yeah, quickly put yourself up there.

Maybe you can put yourself in there.

I just should put something up there.

Yeah, here's your inspiration.

Let's go.

Okay!

Don't make out you are.

I know you, Brian.

I know you.

This is my house.

Let me in this instant.

I'm not sure this is a good idea.

No, nor am I.

Let's get rid of her.

I mean now, Brian.

I said now, Brian.

What did I tell you?

That tongue had cut through a boilerplate.

Well, let's hope that's the problem sorted.

This calls for a bit of a dip into the police hospitality fund, doesn't it? For

a drink for them to sort it out for you. Not so fast.

Sarge?

That's what

I said,

a dog.

And unless it's got the knout of Laffey, I want the angler to come with it.

Out!

What's happening?

Well, there's not a sound, Sarge.

And why's that, do you think?

I don't know, I guess.

Well, you were the only one to spend any time with it. Only when he was sober.

Ventress! Yes, Sarge? I want that crowd moved now.

If you want to, that's I'll be in the pub.

Right, so where does this leave me? Now, you heard the shot, sir. Stay well

clear. What about my money?

Not our concern.

Not now we've got a murder inquiry.

Oh, great, yeah. Yeah, thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Oh, no.

Thanks. You wouldn't know it, but they're all in order. They have to go

the rail just right.

Oh, I see.

Nice motor, Mr Webster.

You like it? I certainly do.

That is my pride and joy.

I bet.

Me and Dobby would love a ride in it.

Then why not?

If you would. Of course, it would be my pleasure.

As soon as you're ready.

Smashing.

I'll make a nice change from travelling in his old tin can.

Mr Webster?

Yes, Mrs McKinver. Are they going?

Soon, Mrs McKinver, they're going soon.

Tony, I would like to get things back to normal. Yes, yes, but for the moment,

find a good book, a quiet spot, and stop fussing.

We'd best try round the back again.

Oh, no point, Sarge. Definitely no access.

Well, perhaps if we got into next door's loft, you could crawl through,

Ventress.

Well, I'll just check again. Make sure.

Rowan, have another go at the letterbox.

Brian, it's Nick Rowan again.

We know you've got problems. If you just want to talk about it, you and me,

Brian.

Well, just let us know if you're all right.

I couldn't help but see pretty woman And you look lovely

as can be Are you lonely just like me?

Mrs. Rogers?

Can you hear me, Mrs. Rogers?

Brian, is your mother alright?

We need to know.

Mrs.

Rogers, are you alright?

Mrs. Rogers?

Mrs Rogers?

Can you hear me, Mrs Rogers?

Sarge. Looks like he's got her in the back room.

Well, I've just had a word with Webster's housekeeper. They've had some

valuables nicked from the hotels.

You're best going to have a word with her. Well, now?

Anything could happen here, Sarge. We're doing nothing more till the dog angler

arrives. Now, get on your bike.

Come on. Keep this passage clear.

Come on.

Here, George.

What are you doing garping with this lot?

You got any bottles to count?

Gina got me to agree to let some photographer use the pub.

I'll keep you well clear of that, Circus.

Come on, get back.

What do you think?

Very nice.

Not much of it.

Do they fit?

Hey, it's certainly done.

Yeah.

Looks fantastic.

Really? Yeah.

Right now, Michelle, darling, let's up you behind the bar, yeah? Circus, you

too? Yeah? OK. Now, Gina, on the bar stool, yeah?

Sir, would you like to sit yourself there?

That's looking good.

We can have drinks, yeah?

No, not really.

We're not even open.

Well, I can't photograph a bar without drinks.

Come on, everybody. Drinks are on me.

Here you come. That's it.

All right, then.

The soft drinks only.

Hi. Jo.

It looks like I'm going to be held up.

Why? What's happened?

Oh, well, some bloke's flipped his lid and taken his mother hostage.

He's got an old service revolver.

Well, what are you going to do?

Well, Brayton's waiting for the dog handler to arrive.

I've been called out on another job, but I won't go back there.

Well, have you any idea how long you're going to be?

Well, I'm more or less stuck until something happens.

Nick, is this man dangerous?

Oh, we don't know.

It's a stupid question, I suppose.

Well, I'll see you when I see you.

Yeah, hopefully it won't be too long.

Of course, I can't be certain that they are involved.

And people wander in and out of the hotel.

I even thought that Brian had something to do with it.

And why's that?

Mr Webster dismissed him this morning.

Oh, the poor boy, he was... Oh, he was devastated.

Right, come on, everybody, let's go around the bar for a group photo.

Mr Webster, straight down the lens.

Well, actually, I really must be getting away now.

No, no, no, we really must have you in this. No, actually, I really must...

Please. Don't be camera shy.

All right, that's nice. Everybody nice and relaxed. Okay.

This way, straight down the nose. Girls, can you just tuck yourselves in a bit?

That's it.

Tuck yourselves in. Just a little bit more. Tuck yourselves in.

Everybody this way.

Everybody this way.

That's it. That's nice.

That's great. Okay, everybody.

I thought this was for Vogue, not Farmers Weekly.

That's better. Right. Lift your glasses up a little bit.

Lift them up. That's it. Smile. Just relax.

Come on. Make nice country thoughts.

That's it. That's the one.

That's nice.

Okay. Everybody this way. Everybody. I don't believe it.

Just run out of film.

All right. Just let everybody just stay exactly where you are. All right. I'll

be back in a moment.

Hey,

I wish I had got a camera.

George, it's Nick. That photographer, did he make it to your place?

He's been, he's gone, and so have my taking.

Right. Con artist.

I saw them driving off heading south about three or four minutes ago.

Where's that ruddy dog handler?

Must be on his way.

Judge, can I have a go at talking to Rudyard?

Can you ever go, Bellamy?

This is a hostage negotiation, not a ride on the Big Dipper.

Well, read the manual.

Oh, you've read the manual, have you?

Well, in that case, let's see if you can get that lot to give up and go home.

Still no sound from inside, Sag.

Come on, we can take him on. Service is stupid.

Shut up. Let's see what he wants.

Hello again.

Constable, is there a problem?

You could say. Is the back of the van locked?

No. Why?

I'd like to look inside. That's around here.

We're busted.

We could shift the bike and take off.

Possibly. What?

You do what you want.

I'm off.

You can catch us, or you can catch him.

Well, thank you.

I think I'll do both.

Well, you took your time, Constable. This is a matter of life and death. Now,

want this situation sorted out straight away. Ventress, stand by with a

sledgehammer.

Right.

Ready?

Brian's gone to sleep.

I knew he would.

Anyone want a cup of tea?

Now, don't forget, there are four prisoners need processing before you lot

off. Sarge, I've already done four hours over. I was due to get away early.

Well, naturally, my art is bleeding for you, Rowan, but this lad Rogers refuses

to speak to anyone but you.

Sarge, what did it to be popular, eh?

What was that, Bellamy?

Nothing, Sarge.

Oh, Rowan.

Tell me, how did you know this con artist wasn't a photographer when you

met him?

Well, he said he'd been drinking with David Bailey.

In the Cat's Cradle. It's a pub in London.

So? So it was pulled down ages ago, Sarge.

So you knew he was a liar, but you still let him turn over Webster's plates? No,

I knew he was dodgy, that's all, Sarge.

If we arrested everyone in the fashion business for pretense, the prisons would

be full.

Like ours.

Your friends at the hotel are worried about you.

Are they?

I want my job back.

Well, that may not be possible, Brian.

I'm not used to drink.

It made me mad. I just sort of snapped.

I never thought the gun would go off.

Do you believe me?

Yeah.

What will happen to me?

Well, that depends on the court.

You still feeling grubby?

Yeah.

When your head's a bit clearer, we'll talk again, all right? Only to you. I'll

only talk to you.

Yeah, well, I'll have to be somewhere else. No.

I won't be here.

Then that's no good.

I'd say if I could. Nobody else.

I won't talk to nobody.

I have to go.

No, look.

These others don't know me.

You know I'm not like that.

You know me. You've treated me right.

Please.

All right.

You'll come back.

Yeah.

I hope you realise it's all been catalogued.

Catalogued? My word.

Next you'll be telling us you've got receipts.

Just stick it in a box or Kentucky.

This is all evidence, Greengrass. You won't be seeing these for a while.

You are.

It'll give us time to check the provenance of one or two of these items.

It'll take a while.

You know where you nicked them from.

That's nearly libelous, that blake. I'll pay good money for this lot and I hope

you're well insured because there's a fine photo of Nelson there that's worth

over 200 quid.

Are you sure, Claude?

Of course I'm sure.

Well, it'll have to have been taken 30 years before the camera was invented.

I thought you weren't coming.

You're not going in your uniform?

No.

Sorry about this.

Never mind. You're here now. If we get going, we can still make something of

You can change here.

Jo. Yes?

I've got to go back to the station.

What, now?

Yeah. Why?

Well, I've got no choice.

What's happened?

Well, we arrested that man who took his mother hostage, and I have to deal with

it. Well, can't somebody else do it?

No. Why not?

He won't speak to anyone else.

And that's the reason why you can't go?

Look, he's in deep trouble, Jo. He's pleaded with me not to leave him. I

couldn't say no.

But you can to me.

Jo. You said you had no choice.

Where's the job?

No, it isn't. This isn't about the job. It's about you.

Sorry? You've been against this trip all along.

No, that's not true.

You didn't want anybody to know.

Look, we can rearrange the trip.

I'll make it up to you.

No.

It's over.

Look, it's my job. I can't choose the way things are going to happen.

We're finished.

You made your choice.

Well, I'm sorry I spoilt your weekend.

At 3 .40, Cagney and Lacey need to put some distance between a father who likes

to keep his daughter close.

An hour later, Henry's nose is put out of joy on his opening night in Pine and

Sky. Next, it's smooth sailing in the comedy stakes with the two runnies.

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