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Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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

Oh, Mr.

Tompkinson, I'm so grateful.

How is he, May?

Fretting. Keeps on about the farm.

You're never ready for it, are you?

We'll need two witnesses.

That's a couple of lads off the farm.

I'll give them a shout.

Sam?

Sam?

It's Henry Tompkinson.

Don't worry, old chap.

Everything's been sorted out.

I've brought your will.

I'm going to go through it with you now, and then you can sign it.

May's taken care of. Don't worry.

All the things you wanted, it's all here in the will.

There.

You're something short.

None of the prices you charge.

What else did you get for Christmas?

Recognise those shoulders, anyway.

But you jerk it right, eh?

I like your motor. Where do you nick that?

I didn't nick it. It's mine.

Then pigs might.

Scrap metal, pet.

When Sid passed away, he left me the business.

Sid? I never knew he had two ape -mists to rub together.

He didn't.

Once I took over, I sorted things out, though.

Including Sid, by the sound of it.

Eh.

If you've got out, might interest me.

Give me a tinkle.

I haven't a wool, mind you. It might have no to do with scrap.

Hey, same old cloth.

You've set his mind at rest.

I can't thank you enough.

Listen, if there's anything else I can do, you phone me. You've got my home

number. Any time, Meg. I mean it.

Look at this weather.

Now, you take care of yourself. You hear me?

Oh, you're a lucky boy. I think it's just a bad sprain.

What about my bike?

I, uh, I don't do bikes, I'm afraid.

Just try and relax.

You might have a concussion. The ambulance will be here soon.

Now, David, are you sure... David, are you sure it was a rover?

I've always fancied a rover myself.

I'd probably have the blue one, though.

Right, but this one wasn't blue.

Well, no, grey.

I don't suppose you got the number, did you?

No.

Not all of it, anyway. I got the first three letters, though.

H -A -G -A.

Now, H .A .J., you sure about that?

I do know my letters.

So is it serious?

Come on.

H .A .J.

Rover Grey.

Never known you go out with the same girl that many times before.

Mind you, you can do it with her.

In fact, you have, haven't you?

Do you remember that last you went out with her?

I don't need you to review my love life, all right?

Now, come on. Let's just get on with it, shall we?

It's only asking.

Mike?

Bingo.

The Gerard case.

They've agreed to settle.

Hold on, will you?

Uncle Henry, are you all right?

I think I might have picked something up.

Well, you should go straight home to bed. There's a lot of flu about at the

moment. I can't.

Too much to do.

All these appointments.

They can be rearranged.

You'll only end up infecting the whole office.

You know I'm right.

Luckily, H .A .J.'s local registration.

Three vehicles with the description.

Well, you'd better take one each.

I'd like to get this tied up by the end of the day.

Sarge, perhaps I should take the one that's registered to Henry Tompkins.

Perhaps you should.

Well, we wouldn't want to upset him, would we?

I'm sure you'll handle him with the utmost diplomacy.

And give my regards to Mitt Lambert, Bradley.

Here.

He's gone home. He's got the flu. Can I help?

Oh, no, it's not that important. It's just a small query.

Well, I can't believe that Uncle Henry's been breaking the law.

No, no, no.

Nothing like that.

But obviously an extremely serious matter, then, since you found the meat

over in person.

Well, perhaps you'd have preferred Al Fentress.

Definitely. A very solid and sensible officer.

Well, I'll remember that next time in case I need a stand -in.

Look, I've got work to do, Constable, even if you haven't.

What about tonight?

I could wine you and dine you.

Well... No.

Well, I knew it was too good to be true.

There's someone... There's someone I really want you to meet.

OK.

Been here a while, then.

Ah, well, I've been meaning to get round to it.

You're very lucky to have a car like this. Try to get some wheels.

Ah, well, maybe I will.

Mike Bradley, isn't it?

Uh, Mrs.

Tompkinson. Oh.

Sorry if I gave you a fright.

Just been attacking the weeds.

It's a constant battle, even at this time of the year.

Is your husband in, Mrs. Tompkinson?

Please call me Joyce.

You are a friend of Jackie's, after all.

Poor Henry came home in such a state.

I had to put him straight to bed.

I could wake him, of course, if it's important.

No, no, no, not at all.

Not if you will.

Well, perhaps I could help.

It's really a routine matter.

Well, thank you.

There was a road accident in Aidensfield yesterday evening.

Hit and run.

How awful.

A witness got part of the car's registration.

Obviously, there are a number of vehicles that could potentially fit the

description. You're...

Husbands being one of them. So we'd like to eliminate him from our inquiries.

Well, of course you do. I quite understand.

You need to know if he's got an... What do you call it? Alibi.

Yes, something like that. Tuesday afternoons he always plays golf.

Well, you know Oscar Blayton, of course.

So you can check.

Right.

I'm sure that's how he ended up getting the chill.

He came home about four, soaked to the skin.

And the two of you stayed in all evening?

Yes, like two old codgers.

Well, that's what we are, I suppose.

I'm sorry, I had to ask.

Please, don't apologise.

But I won't take up any more of your time.

This hit and run, who was the victim?

A slight lift.

Was he badly hurt?

No, I don't think so.

Well, that's the main thing, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes, yes, it's the main thing.

He went peacefully in his sleep. Poor old Sam.

Certainly was doing well over eight. I mean, he's not a bad innings. We should

all be so lucky.

Maggie, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. It's OK, Burleigh.

Oh, Bernard.

Just the fellow.

I'm afraid we may have a small problem.

What sort of problem?

Could we meet at your office and ask Mr Greengrass to join us?

Calling. To Mr. Tomkinson. He came home at four and stayed in all evening.

Oh. Oh, Jack.

Two down, one to go.

Doubts, Bradley?

Well, she was very helpful, but... Ah!

The wanderer returns.

I was thinking of sending out a search party.

20 miles there and back, Sarge. And?

Written off in a smash on the A12 weeks ago.

Saw the insurance assessor's report.

I think perhaps we need to be very sure of our facts here, Bradley.

As you can see, gentlemen, we really don't have a space in which to inter

The graveyard is completely full.

Can't we shift one or two of them out a bit? That'd be all right.

Mr. Greengrass, I know you're a practical man, but interfering with the

graves would be an act of defecation.

They're not going to complain.

Who's to know?

No, no, it would never do.

David, you know, I haven't told anybody what I saw, but Mr Blaketon, he's been

asking a lot of questions.

Look, the thing is, it's very important that you're absolutely sure about the

description you gave us.

Now, you're certain the colour of the car was grey? Oh, yeah.

Well, I remember, because on that day I had me grey jumper on.

Well, you always have me grey jumper on, don't you?

It's very hard to read a car number plate, especially if the car's driving

from you.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I couldn't see the numbers.

And it must have been very difficult to see the letters, let alone remember

them.

H -A -J, Helen Ann Jones.

Well, who's she?

Well,

it was my last day at school and she gave us a kiss.

Right, and you've never forgotten her?

My mum said she retired.

Well, mums don't understand about that sort of thing, do they?

Well, he's a good golfer, Henry Tomkinson.

These days, I find it difficult to beat him. Did you beat him yesterday?

That's a sore point.

Grains stopped play when I was two up.

Yeah, what time is this?

Oh, about 3, 3 .30, thereabouts.

And then you went back to the clubhouse for a drink.

He wasn't drunk. We had a scotch apiece. Nothing more?

Look, Henry Tompkinson is not the kind of man to knock a lad off his bike and

then drive off and leave him.

Well, maybe.

But someone did.

What evidence have you got?

Oh, come on, Oscar. You know I'm not in a position to divulge that.

In the right circumstances, anyone can lose their nerve.

You know that as well as I do.

But you must weigh that against the character of the man, though.

You know him better than me.

Well, there is one thing.

Henry carries a hip flask of brandy for his rheumatism.

He asked the barman to fill it up just before he left.

Scotch followed by brandy.

Well, then he could well have been over the limit.

I still say you're barking up the wrong tree, though.

Well, it may well surprise you, Oscar.

But I hope so, too.

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

Not bad, not bad. Six low on the turn, I thought.

I thought you weren't getting here till after six.

Oh, you know me, Michael.

Once I get out on the road, mate, I don't hang a bell.

Good to see you.

Look,

I've booked you in here for a couple of nights, all right?

As long as the landlord's understanding.

And as an extremely friendly daughter.

Oh, look, this is Gina.

Oh, yes. The landlady.

Well, I take back every rude thing I ever said about Yorkshire.

Well, I'm from Liverpool.

Gina, this is Rodney Marshall, one of me oldest friends. Some might say his only

friend.

We were at the Met together.

I'll show you to your room, then.

Well, I'll see you later.

Don't rush.

Lord Ashfordly is, as ever, a generous patron.

He offered this site some time ago for a new graveyard.

No, but indeed, probably the only way he could get shot, am I?

It's close enough to the church.

I don't know how he'd do it, though.

We'd have to get it all tidied up, the bishop will have to consecrate it, and

all in time for Sam's funeral.

Well, don't look at me for care. There's no way I could do it, not with my back.

I mean, it's far too big a job for just two of us. I've got to do something. I

can't keep old Sam in my back room forever.

I often find that these sort of emergencies can bring out the best in

I wouldn't bank on it.

And there would, of course, be a payment involved.

Would there?

Well, I suppose if it's really urgent, you know, we could... Couldn't you,

David?

Here you go.

Thanks, David.

I have to tell you, I was telling you, you look like you need this.

Oh, it's been one of those days, you know.

Cheers, then.

I wouldn't have thought life up here was too stressful.

Wonderful scenery, good beer.

What do you do when you've got a suspect but there's no real evidence against

him? All you've got is a hunch.

Depends on the offence.

Hit and run.

Well, you've always had the natural instincts of a detective, Michael.

I'd back a hundred of yours any day.

Don't know about that.

I do.

That's why I thought I'd come up here and root you out of your burrow.

Have a look at this.

What is it?

It's a good job.

You're detective material.

You need to get back down to London and get back in the game.

They'll never take me.

Who?

Look. Tony McAllister, the governor, he's setting up a new squad.

All you've got to do is ring him up and go down and see him.

Jackie.

Sorry I'm a bit late.

That's all right.

Rodney Marshall, Jackie Lambert. I've heard all about your ex -wife.

She's kept very quiet about you, Jackie.

Drink? Gin and tonic, thanks.

Mike, Auntie Joyce said you went round to question my uncle about some hit -and

-run thing.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, it was just a routine inquiry, that's all.

Don't give me that belief nonsense. What's going on?

Ah, a schoolboy was knocked off his bike yesterday evening.

A witness got part of the registration number. We've traced three of the

vehicles that fit the description.

Two have been eliminated, leaving your uncle.

Well, he was home by four o 'clock.

Auntie Joyce just told me.

Yeah, she told me that, too.

You think she's lying?

Do you think my uncle would knock a boy off his bike, drive off and leave him?

Well, maybe he lost his nerve, people do.

And then lie about it?

And get my aunt to lie about it too?

Hang on a minute, you're taking this very personally. Well, of course I am.

I thought you were so evasive when you came round this morning.

I wasn't evasive.

You answer me one thing.

Do you really think a man like Henry Tompkinson, a respected solicitor, could

such a thing?

Not if he'd been drinking.

Then you'd have more to lose than most, yeah.

Fine.

Jackie!

Nice girl.

Send me her fit.

Sergeant Craddock and P .C. Bradley, sir.

Sergeant Craddock! Don't get up.

I think you know my niece, Miss Lambert.

I'm sorry to have to bother you with it, sir.

Well, as my wife has already told Constable Bradley, I got home at around

and was there with her all evening.

And I understand the accident occurred shortly after five.

Presumably nobody else has access to your car, sir.

Sergeant, my uncle is a man of some stature in this town. I would have

his word ought to be good enough for you. My dear, Sergeant Craddock is quite

within his rights. It's his duty to follow up all the evidence.

I fear, however, that the problem may lie in this case.

In what way?

I understand the first person on the scene was David Stockwell.

Presumed, therefore, he's your witness.

I don't know what his level of literacy or numeracy is, but I wouldn't have

thought he was exactly a reliable witness when it comes to reading a card

plate. Would you, I said.

How do you know David Stockwell was the first person there?

Oscar Blaketon mentioned it. Had a chat with him on the phone this morning.

I see.

Well, thank you for your cooperation, Mr Tomkinson.

Not at all, Sergeant.

Hey, can I call this Mr Greengrass?

I was here before.

Somebody said it was something to do with the open garden.

What have you got?

A bit of old pipe.

That's not just any old pipe, David.

That's real lead water pipe, that.

If there's any more of it, we could be in for a bit of a touch.

Get digging.

Go on.

So can we put this behind us now, then?

Well, I'm not the one who's turning it into a personal issue.

Look, I appreciate you were just doing your job, and now you've done it.

He's a very good lawyer, your uncle, isn't he?

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

Well, he knows just how to take the facts and twit them.

You must be learning a great deal from him.

You won't let it go, will you? Any witness can get a number plate wrong.

But it certainly helps the case if they're easy to ridicule, doesn't it?

Look, why can't you just admit that you were wrong?

Why can't you even consider the possibility that I might be right?

Sorry, sir, we're closed.

You've only got your feet under the table, haven't you?

He's a good lad.

We're thinking of taking him on permanently.

Beats me how you do it.

They all fall for you, don't they?

Now, Jackie.

I know what you need, old son.

The best medicine.

You know, this Uncle Henry business, it's no different to any other villain

it comes down to it.

Well, I wouldn't exactly call him a villain.

What if the boy on the bike had been seriously injured? Or killed?

What I'm saying is, you know he's broken the law.

You know he's done it, but you can't prove it.

Look, you know, when I first got here, I used to really love it.

Friendly people, beautiful views.

But it's just... It's just... Well,

everything's so slow.

Trust me, it gets on your nerves after a while.

Well, you've got the squad's number.

All you've got to do is give Tony McAllister a call.

You know, I might just do that.

What's going on?

A bit of by -producting.

Do you know the current price of lead?

Lead? Ah, real lead water pipe. I don't know what it's doing in the middle of a

field, but there seems to be plenty on it.

It'll be from the old army base, won't it?

Army camp? An army camp? We bath houses and toilets and that.

I should think so.

You're supposed to be levelling this ground, not digging it up.

We've got to dig it up before we can level it.

It's got to be ready the day after tomorrow.

It'll be ready, trust me.

We should be very sorry to lose you, Bradley.

Well, I've got to have an interview first.

I don't know why you want to go to London. It's full of villains.

I think that's the point, Colonel.

Bradley wants to stretch his talent.

I'm not supposed to let him go out with you to stretch him yours and get on with

the paperwork.

Good.

Morning, sir.

Right.

It's just through here, love.

I'm afraid it's a bit sticky, but...

Are you looking after her?

It's just through over here.

Go on.

Oops -a -daisy.

There's plenty more where that came from.

Well, it's not fetching much of a price at the moment, Claude.

I can see how you bought your Bentley.

How much do you reckon there is?

The more we dig, the more we find.

Well, all right.

I'll take the lot.

You will if the price is right.

Let's go and discuss it.

As long as you're buying.

That brings back memories.

I've had a certain amount of training in forensics, so I thought I might be able

to help out.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Well, we're all on the same team.

I went round this morning and took a look at the boy's bike.

This is what I found adhering to the metal edge of the handlebars.

Looks like... paint.

There's a small scratch with some paint chipped off.

Well, I did look at the wing before, but not closely enough, it seems, Bradley.

I don't think you can blame him, Skip. I mean, CID were used to looking for the

tiny details.

Indeed. I told you, Sheriff.

I'm sure we're all very grateful for his help.

Yeah, well, it probably wouldn't have been cool on its own, but, uh, well, I'm

sure you can use it to lean on old Henry.

Did Sam Hawkins die in test date? I know we drafted a copy of his... Of course

he didn't. I went over and got the will signed myself the evening before he

died.

Right. Do you want me to deal with the probate?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be so short with you.

I got the document here somewhere.

I didn't realise you were in Aidensfield that evening.

Well, it was more afternoon.

I popped in on my way home from the golf club.

I see.

Jackie, I saw no reason to complicate the issue by mentioning it to Sergeant

Craddock. I went straight home afterward. That's all he needed to know.

I'll deal with this, then.

It sounds like a great opportunity.

Well, it is, it is.

I've got to get through the interview first, though.

It's down in London next week.

Well, I'll miss you.

I won't be the only one round here, either.

You'll get used to someone new.

What did Jackie think about it?

She doesn't know about it.

Yet.

We... We had a bit of a falling out.

Why?

Well, the hit and run.

There's a very strong possibility that her uncle was the driver.

Henry Tomkinson?

He wouldn't do something like that.

That's what Jackie said.

And, of course, he denied ever being in Aidensfield that evening. And, well,

I've got a hunch it was him.

That's why Jackie's upset.

Well, you can see her point.

No, frankly, I can't. Oh, Mike, you're putting her in an impossible position.

Maggie, I wasn't driving that car.

I certainly didn't see Henry Tomkinson in the village last... What?

It was the night Sam Hawkins died, wasn't it?

And?

I went round to see him about six o 'clock in the evening.

There wasn't much that could be done, of course, but he did seem more peaceful.

May said it was because the solicitor had been round just that evening.

And that I couldn't mind at rest.

So he was in Aidensfield that evening.

Sam thought he'd live forever.

That's why he never got round to making a will before.

Well, I know my uncle wanted to make sure himself that Sam was happy with all

the presents.

I knew we could rely on Mr Tomkinson.

But foul weather it was, too.

It must have been nearly dark when he left us.

It was getting on for five.

He'd spent over an hour with Sam.

Then after he left, I went to sit with Sam for a bit.

He squeezed my hand.

Then he just seemed to drift off.

We never spoke.

I am sorry, ma 'am.

Oh, don't be sorry for me, love.

I was married to Sam for 46 years.

And there's not a day that he gave me cause to regret it.

I reckon I'm luckier than most.

Don't worry. I'll get it.

PC Bradley.

I'm sorry to hear about your husband, Mrs Hawkins.

You'd better let him in.

Actually, I must be off.

I nearly forgot. I've got a client at three.

I've arranged for the reading of the will for after the funeral, but if

anything else you need to discuss... Our phone.

Bye. Bye.

It's not getting any better, Claude.

You won't say that when you get your cut out on it. I mean the landscaping. It's

got to be ready the day after tomorrow.

It will be. It won't be if you keep digging it up.

Look, as soon as we sell the scrap, I'll have it as flat as David's cap.

Well, how long will that take? You don't even know where these pipes go.

I do, you know.

They go to a lovely lady called Betty Kirk for reddies. How do you know

not still connected, you mind? Flood the place.

Well, I'm sure they did.

Don't, don't, don't.

Claude, this has got to stop.

Why don't you go and polish your arse so my lad's gone with?

He didn't leave the Hawkins farm until nearly five.

Aunty Joyce, I just want to know the truth.

The truth is that your uncle made a foolish mistake.

He did knock that boy off his bicycle, didn't he? The boy wasn't seriously

Well, that's hardly the point.

He's lied to the police and so have you.

You're very young, my dear.

Don't patronise me.

Henry has spent his whole life building up a business and a reputation in this

town. The clients trust him.

With their confidence and their money, is it fair that a man should have all

that put in jeopardy for a single error of judgment?

No, but he had a drink.

He knew that he would be over the limit if he were breathalyzed, so he panicked.

You think that could never happen to you?

Well, if it did, I hope I'd have the good sense not to lie about it

We're not all as pure as you are, my dear.

I suggest you consider your own position in this very carefully.

What do you mean?

Not many young women have had the kind of start in the legal profession that

your uncle has given you.

At the very least, you owe him your loyalty. I do know that.

So I suggest that you speak to that nice young policeman of yours.

He seems very smitten with you, and I'm sure you can persuade him to get the

inquiries stopped.

Face facts, my dear.

If the firm gets into financial difficulties, Henry will have to let

Won't he?

Just keep another one in there, would you please, Gina?

You trying to get him drunk?

No. Man's entitled to a drink or two when he's on his holidays, isn't he?

I hope you're going to carry him up to his room after work.

Don't you worry about a thing, ladies.

Thank you.

Cheers, kid.

So, do you think Mike Bradley has a chance of getting the job in this new

then? Well, I put a word in for him.

Now it's up to him.

He's lucky to have such a good friend.

I'm just trying to help the bloke out.

What's there for him up here, eh?

It's a nice little billet for a family man like yourself, but, well, not for

Mike.

You may be right.

You had another crack at those blisters, yeah?

Not yet.

Well, you've got to nail him.

You let one get away with it, it's the thin end of the wedge, isn't it?

You've got the evidence.

Yes.

You know, I had a pretty close look at young Peter the bike myself after the

accident.

Still, I probably don't have your eye for forensic detail.

Yeah, well, it's hard for country coppers. You don't want to rock the

I know what they pay me for. You'll get results.

Still, they're bullshorts.

Happy another?

Have you seen Mike?

I think he's at home swatting.

Swatting? He's got an interview with The Met next week.

Can you tell him?

No, but I haven't really seen him.

Can I get you a drink?

No, thanks.

I'll catch up with him later.

That was a bit cruel, wasn't it?

Well, it can't be that serious if he hasn't told her.

Anyway, where were we?

You would want to drink the hand of the table, wouldn't you, Skip?

Well, if you find any more, you know where I am.

That leg's not it to sell.

Whose is it, then?

The church's.

Shut up, will you?

Claude, I'm surprised at you.

We dug it up.

From consecrated ground.

Bishop came yesterday. It's a graveyard now.

Take no notice, Betty. You don't know what he's talking about.

If it's bent, Claude, I want now to do with it. Put it back, Pet. Hang on a

minute, Betty. One thing I've learnt in business, Claude.

Reputation is everything. I don't involve myself in anything iffy.

Certainly not digging up graveyards.

As usual, thank you very much for very little.

You were supposed to sort out the new graveyard. There's a trench right across

it. Now, if you want the entire village to know you've denied old Sam a decent

Christian burial...

Well, I want that trench filled in, turfed back and one nice new small grave

tomorrow morning.

I know what you want.

Hello, can I speak to Detective Inspector Morris, please?

This is Raymond Craddock here.

How are you, sir?

Yes, I'm fine.

Yes, me too.

I need to speak to your uncle again.

I went to see Mrs. Hawkins. Well, as you know.

The fact that he was in Aidensville proved nothing.

Then why lie about it?

My uncle is entitled to be presumed innocent until proven guilty. The burden

the proof is on the prosecution.

That's the law. Oh, come on. I know you've got to say all that.

My defense would be the same for any client.

What you said before was right. I shouldn't take this personally.

It's up to the police to prove their case.

And if we put David Stockwell in the witness box, you will then use all your

considerable professional skill to rip him apart, won't you?

Believe me, I don't want to do that.

Oh, really?

Well, at least we know where we stand, don't we?

I hear you're going back to London.

Yep, I've got an interview.

Well, I hope it goes well for you.

Thanks, so do I.

I think I may as well give up.

Well, you're just having one of those days, Henry. We all have them.

Perhaps you've still got a touch of the flu.

You know, Oscar, I used to think I was such a smart fellow.

Well, maybe it's time for you to take a leaf out of my book and retire.

It wonders for my handicap.

You could be right.

Is that your niece's car?

Well, you're going to have to excuse me.

A word of advice, Henry.

Get it off your chest.

Make you feel a lot better.

And the consequences will be easier to face.

You don't miss much, do you, Oscar?

Not much.

Your aunt thought she could be persuaded to fall into line.

Perhaps she doesn't know you as well as I do.

The boy wasn't badly hurt.

That may help her to argue in mitigation.

I'm sorry, Jackie.

So am I.

The Law Society will... probably want an investigation.

If I retire before that comes to fruition, that should save the firm.

Why didn't you tell me?

Even the next morning we could have gone straight to the police.

But to just lie to everyone.

And keep lying.

How could you be such a coward?

you to everyone.

I couldn't believe you could do such a thing.

Not you, Uncle Henry.

Not you.

I'd like to... I'd like to make a statement about the accident

which took place in Aidensfield on Tuesday evening.

I'd had several drugs.

I thought I'd be breathalysed.

I saw before me a spectre of professional ruin, and I panicked.

I made no excuses for myself.

But I would like it to go on record that I deeply regret my behaviour.

Yes, I'm sure you'll know, Mr Tomkinson. In view of your position, this matter's

going to have to be referred upward.

Probably to the Chief Constable for a decision on whether to prosecute.

I quite understand.

There is one matter we haven't covered.

After the accident, was the paintwork of your vehicle scrapped in any way?

No, there was no damage to my car at all.

I examined it quite carefully the next morning.

But it did get scratched a couple of days later, though.

It was parked near my office.

I presume it was a hooligan.

Yes.

That'll be all for the moment. Thank you, Mr. Tompkinson.

Thank you, Sergeant.

There's not really a lot to do.

Not really, no.

Skip! How's your head?

Fine. Can we have a word?

Go on, Rodney.

Rod, was it you who scratched Henry Tompkinson's car?

That's a leading question.

Look, I just want a straight answer, mate.

Come on, Mike.

You've spoken with your governor recently.

Not since I rang him about Mike, no.

I'm on holiday.

I had a word with a colleague of mine in the mat this morning.

Apparently, Detective Superintendent McAllister and his team have just been

suspended, pending the outcome of a corruption investigation.

What? I don't believe you.

You'll find the details on page two.

Fabricating evidence and intimidating witnesses were among the allegations.

Junior, can I use your phone?

Looks like my brilliant career is over before it's begun.

They're not all like him.

If you're serious about wanting to go back to London, I could have a word with

colleague of mine I mentioned.

You know, Sarge, when I joined the force, Rodney Marshall was the best

officer on the job.

Everyone thought that.

He even won a commendation for bravery.

I think you're made of sterner stuff, but... I don't think I'll take that

chance.

Hey, Mr. Greengrass, I've got to get those shoes terribly muddy.

It's a funeral, not a garden party.

There's a lot of water in here, you know.

I'd love to see if I can find a bucket that's not been kicked.

I am the resurrection and the life of Satan.

He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.

Whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.

I reckon you're making it worse, you know.

Well,

where do you want me to put it?

You don't have to take chances.

Have you got a minute?

Come on, it's not going down!

Hey, quick, get in the bucket! Come on, get in!

Are you sure you want to be seen with a bent lawyer?

I know your uncle put you in a very difficult position.

I wanted to say I really respect the way you handled it.

It was very professional.

He therefore commits his body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

dust to dust, in sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life.

So when are you going back to London?

I'm not.

I realised the job wasn't quite what I wanted.

So, I realized there was more for me in Adenfield.

Well, it is an area of outstanding natural beauty.

You see, if I went, I'd never know if you and I could,

well, could... Fall in love with each other.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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