All language subtitles for heartbeat_s06e11_who_needs_enemies

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

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

Little children, you better not tell on
me.

No one!

I'm telling you.

Little children, you better not tell
what you see.

And if you could, I'll give you candy
and a quarter.

If you're quiet, like you are the...

And keep a secret with me.

I wish they would go away, little
children.

Now, why ain't you playing outside?

I'm asking you. You can't fool me.

Because I'm going to know if you hide.

And try to be.

I'm going to treat you to a movie.

Stop your giggling.

Children do be nice.

My little sugar dancer.

Inspector Barry, is your duty sergeant
in?

We're expecting him back at any moment,
sir.

He has an office, presumably?

Yes, sir.

In that case, why don't you show us to
it?

Of course, sir.

Who's he?

That's Ridley Police.

Yeah, he is, Eileen. Hang on.

Hello, Eileen.

I see.

Have they called an ambulance?

Right. On my way.

Harry Fell, golf club steward.

What's happened here?

Well, this lad comes berthing into the
club and says his pal's had an accident,

so me and a couple of the members legged
it out here and found him lying at the

bottom of that gully over there.

What sort of state's he in?

Unconscious, and he's got an afty head
wound.

The boy reported it. Did he say what
happened? No.

Any other witnesses?

Apparently not.

So where's the other boy now?

Well, he was here a minute ago.

Well, do you know his name?

Billy, something or other.

And the boy in there?

Um, Timmy, I think he called in.

Right, thanks, Mr. Fowler.

Here you go.

Ta.

There's, um, there's not been a chap in
asking about me. It's a little fellow.

Probably had a dog with him.

Do you mean him?

What?

Ah, hey, uh, John, do you like a drink?

Two pints.

Give us two pints.

Friends of yours, honey, Claude?

I wouldn't want them for enemies.

Here.

Oh.

You all right, Claude? I had some black
pudding for me breakfast.

I think I made a mistake warming it up
again.

Claude!

Bring the other one over, will you?

Now then, Jotty.

Good to see you, Claude.

You know Bernard, don't you?

No, but I've seen him fighting and you
can hardly miss him, can you?

Not a lot of people did, actually, when
he was boxing.

That's why his head rattles.

And this is the famous Green Hornet, is
it?

That's it.

You know the form, Claude.

Don't worry.

I'll get you a bet, son. I'll be on a
long way away from here.

You don't mind if I have a few of my mum
on myself, do you? As long as that's

all you do.

She's taken a lot of stopping on the
last few outings. We don't want the

messing up tonight, now, do we?

Oh, of course. Hey, you're dealing with
a professional. You can rely on me.

We know we can, Claude.

In fact, we both do, don't we, Bernard?

I'll say.

You okay? Yeah.

And you're not missing today?

Well, the terrible twins haven't turned
up.

Billy Burke and Timmy Gower.

Inspector Barry.

Where's he from?

Oh, he didn't say, Sarge.

Do you know what he wants?

No, Sarge.

Sergeant Blaketon?

Yes, sir.

Inspector Barry, this is Constable
Burton.

Do sit down, Sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

You must have heard rumours that certain
amalgamations between forces are on the

cards.

Well, there's always some wild rumour
doing the rounds, sir.

Not so wild in this case, Sergeant.

Precisely what form these mergers will
take remains to be seen, but take my

for it, Sergeant, changes are on the
way.

And are these likely to affect Ashford,
Lisa?

Almost certainly, Sergeant.

Are you in a position to tell me in what
ways?

A bit early for that.

We'll have to wait and see what
decisions our lords and masters reach

they've had my recommendations.

Your recommendations?

Why we're here, Sergeant Blake.

To assess the local situation and
report.

Oh, and we shall require the use of an
office for the next few days.

Yours seems the most appropriate,
Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

I want to know who's responsible.

We don't know that anyone's responsible,
Mrs Gower. All we know is that he fell

and banged his head. He won't push.

Well, I don't even believe he might have
been. Just that mad he goes round with

his father and bitch.

Which one? Billy Burke.

I told our Timmy not to go with him.

Well, Billy raised the alarm. What does
that prove, eh?

Sister Ruth speaking.

That would be Timmy Gower, yes.

Can I... ask who wants to know, please?

Hello.

Charming.

Hello, sister. This is Timmy Gower's
mother.

Right.

This way, please, Mrs. Gower.

Oh, and if you wouldn't mind, Constable,
I need to have a word.

Right.

Why?

Claude, whatever's the matter?

Oh, it's my stomach. I'm in agony.

Where exactly is the pain?

It's all down this side.

Can you take me round the doctors?
There's no way I can drive.

Never mind the doctors. I'm taking you
straight round to the hospital.

No, I can't get to the hospital.

I've got to do it. It's very... Claude,
you might not have any choice if that

turns out to be appendicitis.

Come on.

Tell George about Alfred.

Finger marks?

Right across his face.

Think somebody hit you?

I don't know how else he could have got
them.

A man called just now, asking how he
was.

A member of the family?

Don't think so. The minute I asked him,
he put the phone down.

Where's Sergeant Blakeson, Constable?

Oh, he had to go out, sir. Something
quite urgent, I believe.

He's liable to be away for the rest of
the afternoon, he said, sir.

When you're moving right up close to me.

Oof.

Bad luck, Oscar.

Well, that's the way my luck's going at
the moment.

It'll be one of those days, has it?

Oh, aye.

And likely to get worse before it gets
better.

Careful.

Have you got a licence?

Not this lady.

Hang on, hang on. Pull me back, pull me
back.

It's a phone.

I've got to make a call. It's urgent. I
won't be a minute.

What do you mean, typical?

It's jammed. You've got a screwdriver.

And just what do you think you're doing,
Claude Greengrass?

I've got to make a phone call to a pal
of mine.

It's a matter of life and death.

Yes, yours, if you don't get back on
that trolley this minute.

Actually, I feel a bit better. The
pain's nearly gone.

Yes,

I can see it has, Claude.

Mum.

Hello,

Billy.

Your mum's still outside, you hear?

I hear you're up on the golf course this
morning with your pal Timmy.

We weren't doing nothing, though.

You sure about that?

Yeah.

Not fighting?

Me and Timmy and Miles were killing him.

So what happened then?

He just banged his head. That's all I
know.

How?

Dunno. Well, you were there, weren't
you?

Not when he hurt himself.

He'd gone off on his own looking for
golf balls.

So you didn't see him fall then?

Yeah, like, when I went looking, it was
just lying there.

Did you hear anything else?

I heard a man shout out.

Shout out what?

Just dying somewhere.

Was that before or after you heard Timmy
cry out?

Just before.

Did you see this man?

No, I just saw the car driving off.

What sort of car?

So how come you scarfed after you told
the man in the club what had happened?

I didn't want my mum finding out, did I?

Finding out what?

I'd been bunking off late.

Oh, yes.

Good drive.

You still haven't told me what problem
is.

Do you know how long I've been a copper,
Arnold?

I've given my life to this job.

And my marriage.

What's up, then?

There are big changes in the wind at
Ashfordly.

And I could turn out to be one of them.

That's the problem.

What's happening, then?

Well, Ashfordly could be downgraded to a
constable's rural station or upgraded

and led by a new inspector.

Either way, my job might cease to exist.

But it wouldn't just fire you, would
they?

No, but they could force me to move.

I don't fancy going back to being a beat
sergeant, swapping punches with drunks

in back streets in the middle of the
night.

Has to be an alternative to light,
surely, Oscar?

Well, I... do the honourable thing, take
early retirement, settle down with that

miserable pension we've got to look
forward to.

There is another option.

What's that?

Come and work for me.

Well, that's very kind of you, Arnold,
but I'm not very knowledgeable about

building and selling houses.

No?

But I'd say you know a lot about looking
after them.

Security.

Are you serious?

Of course I'm serious.

The business is expanding at a rate of
knots.

And it'll be growing even faster if I
manage to pull off a certain local deal

that's coming up.

You could be just the man I'm looking
for.

To aid my security.

You're an early bird this morning,
Sarge. Don't sound so surprised,

Oh, Sarge!

not in yet, is he?

Has been for the last hour, Sarge.

Doing what, exactly?

Well, going through this place like a
buzzsaw, Sarge.

And what I can tell, yeah, files,
reports, the lot.

You name it, they want it.

Was he looking for me yesterday
afternoon?

Only a couple of times.

What did you tell him?

Well, you told us to tell him.

Excuse me.

Yes, madam, what can I do for you?

I want to know what's being done.

About what exactly?

The assault on my son at the golf course
yesterday.

And you are?

Mrs Gower.

Oh, well, as far as I can understand it,
Mrs Gower, it was an accident.

Then you obviously understand wrong,
don't you?

According to the hospital, someone hit
him before he fell.

And I want to know what you're doing
about it.

Excuse me, mate. Are you done with your
paper? I only wanted to see the racing.

Be my guest.

It's all bad news, isn't it, Rhoda?

I knew that would happen.

You had a bet on them?

No.

That's the trouble. The flaming will
haven't.

Well, you've got a couple of cyanide
tablets on your trolley. Come on, Mr

Greengrass. You're looking much better
today.

At least we don't have to operate.

I thought you said I'd got appendicitis.
You've got a rumbling appendix. Nothing

to justify major surgery.

Does that mean I'm going home?

Well, I think we'll have to hold on to
you for a little bit longer, Mr

Greengrass. If anybody asks whether I'm
here or not, will you tell them I'm not?

Hmm.

You're in Mufti, are you?

I'm in more than that.

So, according to this boy, Billy, he
heard a man shout out in a car drive

Is that right?

Yes, sir.

Excuse me a minute, sir.

Well, according to Timmy Gowey's mother,
you'd be ill -advised to believe a word

that little tearaway says.

Sorry, sir.

So, what are you saying, sir? You don't
believe it?

I'm saying you should have another word
with him and find out whether the story

he told you yesterday still tallies with
the one he tells you today.

Right, Sergeant.

And keep me informed so that if Mrs.
Gower makes another complaint, at least

I'll know what she's talking about and
do save Ventress. If perhaps by any

chance I happen to be in your way.

Sorry, Sarge, but special request from
Inspector Barry.

Now, I want you to think hard, Billy.

Did anything else happen at the golf
course you haven't told me about yet?

I can't think of anything.

Well, who did you see out there?

Oh, Sharky.

Who's Sharky? He works there.

What time was this?

Just before it happened.

Is that whose voice you heard?

Might have been.

He's always telling us to clear it off.

And why's that?

He reckons we're doing him out of money
because the golf balls were fined.

What, he chases you off?

Yeah. And what happens if he catches
you?

He never runs yet.

And things do go wrong.

Step one, two, and three.

Step one, you find a good love.

Step two, she falls in love with you.

Step three, you kiss.

I wouldn't by any chance like a spot of
salad with it, Ventress.

And a glass of claret, perhaps, to wash
it down.

I mean, you are aware, are you, that at
this moment in time, this entire station

is under assessment?

Of course, Sarge. And where do you think
that would fit into Inspector Barry's

report, Ventress? The amount of time
that you spend eating boiled eggs?

Under S, perhaps.

S, Ventress.

For my snaps, Sarge.

It's only a joke. Good of you to point
that out, Ventress.

I might just have missed it.

We're back in about an hour.

Right.

Well, if nothing else, that explains one
little mystery away.

What mystery?

Why, Blaketon's been sitting around like
a cat on hot bricks all morning.

It's amazing what you can find out,
Phil, from what people leave lying

desks.

Oh, sorry, Fudge. I forgot my notebook.

Constable.

Mr Sharkey?

Yeah? PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

A boy was ended up by the driving range
yesterday.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Yeah, well, the lad who reported it said
he saw you there.

Never saw any kids on course yesterday.

But you do know these two boys, I
believe.

Do I?

Yeah, they're off and up here looking
for lost golf balls. They say you chased

them off. I chased them and gave them a
good telling off.

Is that all?

You don't give them the occasional thick
ear?

And get this thing done for us all to
summit.

Not stupid, you know.

Well, just after the incident, a car was
heard driving away.

Did you see any cars parked up there
yesterday?

No. But it wouldn't surprise me if I
had.

Why's that?

Not called Lover's Lane for nothing.

So you didn't see anybody hanging around
there?

If I had, I'd have chased them off on
all, wouldn't I?

All right, well, thanks for your time,
Mr Sharkey.

Like a cup of tea, Mr. Greengrass?

Well, I suppose you've got a glass of
scotch under your penny, have you?

Now, don't go getting all frisky. It'll
give you a feeling better.

Ah, Jack Lord.

Hi, George.

Hi, Claude.

How are you? I brought you some grapes.

How's Alfred?

Has he been aving himself?

Aye, he's fine.

Here, I brought you a present.

Under here.

I'll put it on your sleigh.

Uncle George, are you going to get us
kicked out?

Give over.

A drop of whiskey never killed anyone.

If it does, I'll die happy.

So how's it going, then, Claude?

It's all right, apart from the baths.

Baths? How many have you had?

One. They use this carbolic soap. It's
terrible.

Eh? Your two mates have been in the pub
asking where you are.

You never told your mum I'm in here, did
you?

Of course I did.

They're going to come in and see you.

Have you got any other favours you'd
like to do me?

Do you remember what happened before you
fell, Timmy?

A man hit me. Tell him which man.

From the car.

Not Sharky? No.

A man from the car.

What sort of car?

Grey Jack.

It was parked under the trees.

They get caught in couples down there.

I was only on a lot, right?

Not doing any harm.

And this man jumped out.

Well, what did you see when you looked
in the car?

Lots of papers.

And there was some money.

And what sort of money?

Ten pound notes.

Was anyone else in the car?

Another man, I think.

I could hear him talking.

And you're sure it was a Jaguar?

Yeah. It's something to collect.

Car numbers.

Did you get this one don't have time

Hello.

What can I do for you?

That grey Jaguar in the car park, do you
know where it belongs?

Oh, you must be talking about Mr
Langley's car.

He's a member, is he? I'll say.

Any of your other members ever saw one
like that?

Not that I've seen.

Is Mr Langley in the club at the moment?

He's still out on the course, but he
should be back soon.

Right, I'll wait then. Thank you.

Oh, if you wouldn't mind, Mr Rowan, it's
members only, I'm afraid, the

chairs in that area.

If you... Over here.

He told me to tell you he's sorry he
couldn't come himself.

Oh, and he's not keen on hospitals?

No, I don't like them much myself.

But he wants to know when you'll be back
in circulation again.

It's hard to say. I wanted to ring him,
but you can never go on the phone. In

any case, it's difficult in my
condition.

So, what with all this, you won't have
had time to collect them?

No, I mean, you can tell him, as you can
see, I'm completely bed -bound in bed.

That's not going to ruin out.

Right.

Anyway, I'm off.

He's waiting.

I'll tell him what you said.

Keep in touch.

What exactly are you alleging,
Constable?

Well, we know that the man who attacked
the boy got out of a grey Jaguar.

I can't be the only person in this part
of Yorkshire who drives one.

Well, you seem to be the only member of
this club who does.

And as a member, I park it in the
members' car park.

Certainly wouldn't dream of parking it
up by the driving range.

So where were you yesterday morning at
about 11 o 'clock, sir?

In my car, Constable.

Miles away from here.

I was out of town for the entire day.

Can anyone confirm that, sir?

I can find somebody.

if that becomes absolutely necessary

Oscar, come in, lad. Come in.

You were sat out there that long. I
thought for a minute you were going to

off.

Not an easy decision to make, eh, Oscar?

Not really, no.

Cheers. Cheers.

So, what do you think?

Well, er...

After the offer you've made me, I reckon
I'd be a fool not to accept it.

But... But?

It's like you said.

It's been a very difficult decision to
make. The police force has been my whole

life. Up till now.

And look how they've treated you.

From what you've told me, your
decision's more or less been made up for

isn't it?

Well, that's certainly true.

So?

I've decided.

I'll take the job.

Good lad, Oscar.

Good lad.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Samson? It's me.

We need to talk.

I'll call you back.

Here to our future, then.

Cheers. Cheers.

What's all this about?

Your clothes.

You're not going to chuck me out, are
you? Not in my state.

Mr Greengrass, you are no longer in a
state.

You're quite well enough to go now.

What happens when I get home? Who's
going to do the shopping and the

and that?

Mr. Greengrass, we can't accept
responsibility for that. As far as we're

concerned, you're fit to leave, and that
is that.

This is a national health hospital, not
a private nursing home.

I hope you realise I'm nearly an old
-age pensioner.

Midnight, one more night without
sleeping.

Watching till the morning comes
creeping.

Green door, what's that secret you're
keeping?

There's an old piano and it's way hot
behind the green door.

Don't know what they're doing but they
laugh a lot behind the green door.

Back again?

Yeah, can I borrow one of these
photographs, do you think?

Do I get to know what you want it for?

Well, it might just help us with our
inquiries.

Which one?

This one?

Okay, help yourself.

So long as we get it back sometime.

Thank you.

Morning, lad.

Morning, sir.

Well,

come on, Bellamy, put the kettle on.
It's eleven o 'clock.

There you are, Sergeant.

Hi, good morning, sir.

You're very elusive these days.

Yes, well, just tying up a few loose
ends, sir.

Is there something I can help you with?

Several things, the matter of fact.

Let's come this way.

Certainly, sir.

And the biscuits.

What's cheered him up all of a sudden?

I don't know.

Unless... Unless what?

Unless he knows something that we don't
know.

About what?

Well, if I knew that, I'd know as well,
wouldn't I?

Do you recognise anyone, Timmy?

Yeah.

Can you see the man who hit you?

Yeah.

Can you point to him for me?

You sure about that?

Yeah.

Oh, oh, dear.

Oh, nurse.

Still here, Mr Greengrass.

Whatever's the matter?

It's the pain, sister.

It's come back again. It's worse than it
was the first time.

Is it still tender here?

Don't do it like that.

We'll need to get a doctor to have a
look at you. We can't send you home in

state. Thank you, sister.

Well, he happens to be a very good
friend of mine, Rowan.

Arnold Samson.

Local builder, well -known benefactor.

We often play golf together.

Timmy Gower picked him out as the man
who hit him. Having just recovered from

concussion, right?

He wouldn't lie about it, Sarge. I'm not
saying he's lying, but he could be

mistaken.

After all, when he saw the man was
coming after him, I wouldn't have

that he would hang around to get a good
look.

The boy was adamant it was him.

What about this...

Greenkeeper, you had down his favourite
for this.

Well, he was just as positive that Del
Sharkey had nothing to do with it,

Now, I'd like to talk to Samson.

You wouldn't happen to have a number for
him, would you, Sarge?

Well, let me tell you again, Rowan, that
Samson is a good friend of mine, and I

don't believe for one minute he's
responsible.

Now, needless to say, you keep me well
posted on this.

Right, then.

Mr. Dampson?

Yes? It's PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.
Can we have a word, do you think?

Oh, certainly you can.

This mysterious pain of Mr.

Greengrass's, is it?

Yes. Well, it's funny the way it came on
so suddenly.

Right after you told me we were going
home.

Yes. I noticed that too, nurse.

So you're taking the word of a nine
-year -old boy against mine, are you,

Constable? The boy had no hesitation in
picking you out from the photograph,

sir.

Whoever gave that lad a clip round the
ear, it certainly weren't me.

Oh, you heard about that, did you, sir?

The fact that his attacker gave him a
clip round the ear?

You just told me, Constable.

No, sir. No, all I told you was that the
boy had been chased and attacked.

Well, I suppose I must have heard it
somewhere else.

Down at club, I suppose.

It was talk of club bar that lunchtime,
as I remember.

So where were you on Monday morning at
about 11 o 'clock?

Well, down at golf club.

But not on driving range.

I was on putting green.

I've just bought myself this fancy new
putter and I'm having the devil's own

getting used to it.

Was anyone with you on the putting
green?

When you're breaking in a new putter,
Constable, the last thing you need is an

audience.

Do you know Timmy Gower, Mr Samson?

I never heard of him till this business
came up.

So why do you think he's so insistent
that you were the one who struck him?

I've really no idea.

But has the lad's been concussed for a
couple of days?

It's no wonder his mind's playing tricks
with him.

So, was Monday the only day you were at
the club, sir?

I'm a busy man, Constable.

I can't spend my entire life playing
golf.

Much as I'd like to.

Do you remember who else was in the club
bar that day?

Well, the usual Monday crowd, I suppose.

Would that include Mr. Langley?

Les Langley?

I believe he was there, yeah.

Why is that important?

Probably not, sir.

Blaketon. Oscar.

It's Arnold.

Thanks for this.

Okay.

Did it help?

Yeah, matter of fact, it did.

So he can play with it, can he, this Mr
Langley? Oh, I'll say.

He's club captain next year.

It's amazing how he manages to find the
time, really.

What's his line of work?

Well, planning officer, as far as I
know.

Really?

Right, Mr Greengrass.

Have you ever had an enema before?

I beg your pardon?

An enema, you know.

Well, we stick this tube in you and fill
you full of soapy water.

It makes you feel a bit like a washing
machine, really. All squishy and runny

inside. Still, think how clean your
tubes will be, eh?

Yes, I know, but you needn't bother with
that because, honestly, I feel a lot

better. The pain's nearly gone.

Well, that's good.

Eh, but still, it does seem a shame to
waste all this good soapy water.

I know. I've got a couple of shirts, if
you like.

No, no, look, honestly, seriously, I
honestly don't think I need that. In

I'm positive I don't.

Well, I can't get Sister Mercer.

Hello, Sam.

Hello, Anne.

I'll leave you to it.

With some tea in the pot.

Oh, thanks, Ali.

So, you've obviously been to see Arnold
Samson?

Yeah.

And?

Well, he denies all knowledge of it, of
course.

But you don't believe him?

Well, there are several things that
don't really make sense.

Samson said he heard down at the golf
course that afternoon that the boy had

been hit.

Only he couldn't have, could he?

Why not?

Well, I only found out at the hospital
that afternoon.

And there's no way they were spreading
the word about it.

Ah, yes, well, he explained that to me
when he rang me this afternoon after you

left.

Did he?

Well, it wasn't lost on him, you know.

The way you picked up on that.

And afterwards he realised that he
probably didn't hear about it at the

Monday, but somewhere else since.

Does the name Les Langley mean anything
to you, Sarge?

Well, he's our club champion.

Lev Langley works in the

planning department for the local
authority, right?

Yes. And Arnold Sampson submits regular
tenders to that department.

Tenders that he usually wins, so I'm
told.

In fact, he's just landed a contract to
build a new shopping precinct.

What are you getting at, Rowan?

Well, the word down the town hall is
that he was allowed to put his tender in

hours later than the rest of the
bidders, the day after all this business

the golf club.

And you're suggesting there's some
connection?

That Timmy Gower saw two men.

one of whom is identified as Samson.

He also tore a lot of papers and a bunch
of ten -pound notes, which is probably

why Samson lost his rag and chased after
him.

I don't believe a word of it.

But then, like you said, Sarge, you and
Arnold Samson go back a long way.

And what exactly is that supposed to
mean, Rowan?

Well, I'm sorry, Sarge, but I don't get
it.

Yesterday you were on my back demanding
results, but the minute I have a go at

Samson, you're pouring cold water over
this whole thing.

And you think that's because he happens
to be a friend of mine, do you?

But what I'm actually doing as your
superior, Rowan, is pointing out that

in the business of assembling facts, not
indulging in flights of whimsy and then

finding the facts to fit them.

And I bitterly resent your suggestion
that I would let any friendship that I

might have colour my professional
judgement.

I think I've upset him.

I think you have.

Yeah, well, there's something not quite
right about any of this.

Oscar might leave a bit to be desired in
some ways, but there's one thing I'd

never question, and that's his
integrity.

Well, who's questioning his integrity?

I think you just did, didn't you?

Oh, Jonty, I was just coming to see you.

Oh, yeah.

So, business is good, eh, Arnold?

Getting better all the time.

I did hear a buzz that the council have
accepted your latest tender. That must

be the big one you were talking about.

You're very well informed, Oscar.

Not a sparrow falls in Ashfordly, but I
get to hear about it.

You know that, Arnold.

It's a good job we're signing you up,
then, isn't it?

What's your secret?

That's what I'd like to know.

My particular genius is finding the
right man for the right job.

And then buying him.

Men like me, you mean?

If you like, yeah.

And Liz Langley, perhaps?

It's dog -eat -dog out there, Oscar.

As you've just found out for yourself.

Long service counts for nothing anymore.

Nor honesty.

So if you can buy yourself a bit of an
edge by slipping somebody a few quid,

then you do it.

Because if you don't, it's clear we're
the beggars behind you more than happy

to.

That's the way it's done, isn't it?

You'll find out soon enough when you
start working for me.

Incidentally, you had a word with that
earnest young constable of yours, did

you?

Oh, yes.

So will that be the end of it?

Well, it's difficult to see how he could
take it any further, to be honest.

That's despite the fact that he's still
convinced that it was you that hit the

boy. Well, he'll obviously go far.

Pity he can't prove anything, though,
isn't he?

Do you think we should get him on the
payroll as well while we're at it?

No,

he's not for sale, Nick.

Don't you believe it?

Every man has his price.

You believe that, do you, old?

It's simply a question of picking the
time and the place and the right

circumstances.

Make the right offer.

They fall into like apples.

Oh, what a sad and sorry story, Claude.
Isn't it?

I'm just glad you realise there are no
talk to do about it.

Of course.

You could have let me know.

And then I could have made alternative
arrangements.

Yeah, well, I tried to, but it was the
only phone I could get to her out of

order. It had got all coins stuck in it.

Well, at least you tried your best, eh,
Claude?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, well, it's very good
of you to look at it like that, because

there's a lot of us wouldn't.

Oh, it's you.

Have you got a minute, Sarge?

All right, come in.

Well?

I just wanted to apologise, Sarge.

Fair enough.

But as it turned out, you were quite
right.

Not that we have enough evidence yet to
prove that it was Arnold Sampson who

assaulted the kid, but CID were very
interested in this other business.

And his connection with Les Langley.

And there's no doubt in my mind that
they'll both eventually be facing

corruption charges.

So what happened, Sarge?

To make you change your mind?

Once a copper, always a copper.

It's hard to break the habit of a
lifetime.

Not that my former friend Arnold Sampson
would see it like that. As far as he's

concerned, all I've done is betray a
confidence.

Did he admit it, then?

In a roundabout sort of way.

He thought he could trust me, having
just bought me as he saw it.

How do you mean?

He offered me a chartney.

Double my present salary, company car,
help buy my own house.

That must have been a very tempting
part.

Oh, yes, it certainly was.

Especially under these present
circumstances.

But you turned him down.

Hmm.

So what happens now, then, Sarge?

Well, Inspector Barry leaves tomorrow,
submits his report.

So I suppose I'll just have to wait.

See what the future holds.

Like everybody else.

And the doctor will be right here. Good
evening, sister.

Oh, good evening. You left a message
about a man being involved in a fight.

Well, it certainly seems that way,
officer. Would you like to follow me?

Mr Greengrass.

What? Oh.

Before you ask, I walked into a door.

Revolving at speed at the time, was it?

Oh, very good.

What time's the tea probably coming,
Victor?

I'm sorry, Mr Greengrass.

You missed it while you were asleep.

In fact, one way or another, it hasn't
exactly been your day, has it, Claude?

Go and get me some grapes.

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

Heartbeat, what... I don't love a shit
in my memory.