Original subtitles

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

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

superb singing talent and surely want to watch in the future.

I believe you in the moment... You're really fat.

Thanks, Terry.

What would you pay for?

Huh?

Cheers.

Music? I don't know.

Any danger of being served, Mary?

Mr. Greengrass, I've got a smart one to show you. I hope it's made of glass and

it's got a large scotch in it.

No, no, it's this letter I got this morning.

I'll have a look at it in a minute. Come on, Mary, digit extract them, look.

I've only one pair of hands, Claude.

You had two. I'd let you knit me a pullover.

If I don't get a drink soon, I'll take my valuable custom elsewhere.

Is that a threat or a promise?

I want your opinion, Oscar.

I'll ask for it. As a matter of fact, I've got a bone to pick with you. Oh,

What is your postman coming round my house, sticking a note through my door,

saying there's a parcel for me if I want it, I've got to come and fetch it?

Well, it might have something to do with the fact that your parcel was too big

to fit through your letterbox.

Thank you, Mary.

There's me thinking you'd left the country. I've got nothing smaller, I

You put it on the slate, if you like.

Fine, David, what's this letter you're talking about?

Well, look, I think I've won some money, Mr Greengrass.

Have we?

I didn't know you got any premium buttons, David.

Oh, it's one my mam gave us for my birthday.

I mean, to be honest, I've forgotten I had it.

A hundred pounds is a lot of money, you know. I mean, be a bit careful. You get

somebody a bit unscrupulous, they'll try and have it up for you.

Like who?

Like me, for a start.

Two pints of your best when you're ready, please.

Where's our lovely landlady tonight?

Out on a gig with her new manager, Terry.

I take it you like him, then?

He's not the sort of company I'd have picked out for her.

Any more than any of the others she's mixing with over there.

Ah, over where?

This new club they've opened in Whitby.

The Blue Parrot.

Bit like that, is it?

From what I've heard, it's not the sort of place you take your maiden out.

Yeah?

Must be one we missed, eh, Mike?

Laurie Shaw.

Pleased to meet you.

So, tomorrow the play, do you hear me, Ella?

Let's not go mad, eh?

You've got a great voice there, love.

And everything that goes with it.

So tell me, Rory, are you always this shy and retiring, or have we just caught

you on a bad night?

Why just one of them? Wait.

I'd put myself a crib.

I'd only get seasick. Put yourself into the poshest hotel in London and live the

high life for a week.

Oh, no, I couldn't do that. I'd get all my supports mixed up.

If you've got any sense, you'll put it in the post office.

Don't kill me, shall I?

I'm just trying to give the lad some sensible advice, which is more than

get from you.

No, I already know what I'm going to do with it.

Yeah? What would that be, then?

Oh, you'll see.

I'll come for that package.

Oh, it'll cost you threepence.

What for?

Well, that's why he wasn't left.

It's postage due. Well, what is it? Well, if you give me the money, you'll

out, won't you?

There's your flaming problem.

And there's your flaming parcel.

Oh, hello.

It's David, isn't it, David Stockwell?

Hi. Surely you remember me. Martin Featherstone. I was a friend of your

father's. Oh, yes.

Mr Martin Featherstone. What can we do you for?

Well, I've had a bit of a windfall.

Really?

So, they didn't actually get away with anything, then?

They were disturbed by a couple of our lads coming off shift.

Did they manage to get a look at them?

A couple of teenage lads, I reckon.

What exactly is kept in the shed, Mr. Paramin?

Detonators. Stuff we put out in the track when it gets foggy. Sounds

They can be, in the wrong hands.

Didn't do the things we meant to do.

Now there's no time to start anew.

Now the path to a day is done.

Down to earth and sink the sun.

Along with everything that was long and wild.

One day.

Good of you to join us.

Sorry.

Must have been the early hours, though, when I got to bed.

It was two o 'clock when I did.

They've asked me again for tonight.

Oh, have they?

Look, it's only for a couple of weeks until the regular singer's had a baby.

And like Terry said, it could lead to bigger things.

Terry said that, did he?

I don't know why you don't like him.

He's all right once you get to know him.

He's just a bit flash, that's all.

Certainly that.

So how did it go?

I went down a bomb and I got chatted up by this dead dishy fella.

Look at you.

I spent the night matching wits with Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.

What are you going to do with the rest of your money then, David?

Well, I thought I might put it in the post office.

Or I could go on one of those luxury cruises.

Or then I might go and stay in one of them posh hotels in London.

I think you've got to realise about money, David, here.

Pound notes are a bit like rabbits.

Rabbit? Put them together in the right place and they're inclined to increase

and multiply.

Investment, that's the key, David.

No, I don't know about that.

Well, I might be able to help you there.

No.

Detonator's name?

Cheaper than buying fireworks, I suppose.

And just as capable of blowing one of your hands off, if you aren't careful.

I suppose so.

Those railway yards are quite a vintage heartbeat, aren't they?

Hello again.

Hello.

Monsieur? She's in the kitchen having coffee.

Ah.

Yes, it is.

Terry, you frightened the life out of me.

How's my favourite star keeping this morning?

Not doing a lot of twinkling, to be honest.

I told you it's late night, she's keeping.

Yeah, well, that's what my Auntie Mary reckons.

I don't think your Auntie Mary likes me.

Yeah, well, she probably thinks you're after me, Bobby.

There's no rule that says you can't mix a bit of business with pleasure.

Hello, Jackie.

Come in.

Take a look.

Just a couple more documents for you to sign, and then that's it.

Do you want me to sign them now?

No, not really.

Just as long as you let me have them back in the next couple of weeks.

How are you feeling now?

Cool.

I'll survive.

People seem to.

Come on, get your coat on.

Why? I'll buy you a drink.

No, I don't think so.

Thanks, Jackie.

Look, Maggie, do you really think this is what Neil would have wanted?

For you to stay in on your own night after night?

Come on, please.

It'll be easier than you think.

Please?

So you're saying you never saw or heard anything over at those yards last night?

No, Sarge.

Can you explain that?

Well, maybe the kids made their move right after I left. And maybe we

spoon -feed our young criminals if we did our jobs properly.

I want those premises patrolled thoroughly tonight. Is that clear?

Right, Sarge.

Hello, Maggie.

It's, um... Good to see you.

Oh, uh, people do keep asking me that because they're concerned.

Of course they are. We all are.

So, um, what's it going to be?

I'll get them. No, you won't.

They're on the house.

Um,

I'll have a fruit chip, thanks, Mary.

Don't go mad just because it's free.

Glad to see you back, love.

That goes for all of us.

Ned?

What do you think?

We'll get him.

All right, love.

Go on.

Knock them dead.

Okay, people, next up. We've got a half to seven, four, and one to four.

Right, the seat's taken.

There's really no need, but she's going to be a big star in the future.

So let's have a warm welcome for Miss Gina Ward!

It's raining in my heart cause I can't be with you.

I'm only living for the day you're home to stay.

So we might as well rain until September.

September.

So we might as well.

gentlemen, very sorry to interrupt your evening.

If you'll all stay exactly where you are, please. This won't take very long.

Unless any of you have anything on you.

Shouldn't have, of course.

Of the dark At the end

Of the storm There's a

golden sky And the sweet

that this is your bag, Miss Ward.

Well, yeah, it is.

But I don't know how they got in it.

I've never seen that bottle before.

Of course you haven't.

The train that I ride, it's 21 Colts and

Gloves.

Honest, Mike, I wouldn't take drug.

OK, come on, Jeanette, sit down. We'll be all right.

But they don't believe me.

No, I haven't.

Let's just run through it one more time from the top.

Where were you when the FIAD arrived?

I was on stage.

And where was your bank?

It was back on the table.

You left your bag unattended on a table in a crowded club?

Look, I was keeping an eye on it, OK? Only when the police arrived, all hell

broke loose.

So anyone could have got at it?

Well, in the confusion, yeah.

Including you, presumably.

Well, yeah.

Why would I do that? To Gina, as far as I'm concerned, we're going places.

OK.

Was there anyone else at the table?

There was this bloke Rory something over there.

Sure. Was he a friend of yours or something?

Well, no. I've just seen him in there a couple of times.

How is it left with the police and Whitby?

Well, they're waiting for the pills to be analysed before they can take the

step.

What do you think?

I think she needs a good lawyer.

Jackie Lambert.

Oh, hi, Mike.

Gina? Well, what happened?

Blaketon!

I want a word with you.

Another one?

Yeah. All that package you charged me throttles for had in it, weren't it?

A gardening catalogue. Oh, I didn't realise you were horticulturally

I'm not, and I didn't even order it. You must have known what were in the

package. I'm not in the habit of steaming open other people's mail,

And even if I had, it would still cost you threepence. So don't come in here

asking for a refund.

I know better than to ask, don't I? But on page 73, it tells you how to build a

wishing well.

Why don't you follow the instructions, and when it's finished, chuck yourself

down it.

And don't bother about making a wish.

I'll be taking care of that.

Ashfordly Police.

Phil. Alf.

Listen, if Credit wonders where I am, tell him that I went straight home after

finished my shift, will you?

Right. And if Mrs Ventress rings, tell her that I've been unavoidably detained

at the station on a very important case.

Where exactly are you?

Where?

What do you think?

It's certainly eye -catching.

Thanks.

Who'd you lose the bet to?

Don't you like it?

You look like a pair of curtains.

Pull yourself together.

I think it's lovely, David.

I think you look really with it. If that's with it, I think I'd rather be

without it.

Is that what you've been wasting your money on?

Some of it, yeah.

What about the rest?

Oh, that's all invested.

By this time next month, I will have doubled that money.

Big white.

You come outside and I'll show you what I've bought.

I'll bet you'll be surprised.

I'll bet I'll be disappointed.

No sign of Ventress, follow me?

Er, he went straight home, Sarge.

Well, I've had a go at the storage sheds at the railway yard the other night.

Had another bite last night.

This time, cleaned it out.

There.

Groove.

The gates, please.

So your story is that you'd never seen these pills before?

It's no story, Jackie. It's the truth.

Well, so how did they come to be in your handbag?

Because someone must have stuck them in there.

Well, like who, for instance?

Well, like anyone, I suppose, who wanted to get shot before the police found

drugs on them.

Have you ever taken drugs, Gina?

No. So you're insisting on pleading not guilty?

Of course I am.

Because I'm not guilty.

I mean, whose side are you on?

If I wasn't on yours, I wouldn't be here now, would I?

If you think this is tough, it's nothing to the sort of grilling you're going to

get when the prosecution get to work on you.

You mean, say, you spent all the money on this?

Aye, you know, Mr Featherstone put me on to them, you see.

They're all from this mate of his who's had to get shot because his business has

gone bust.

Who's Mr Featherstone?

Oh, you know, these are a real bargain, he said.

Did he?

Well, if there's such a bargain, why didn't he snap them up for himself?

Ah, well, you see, he's a bit short of cash at the moment.

Not anymore, he's not. Not since he's seen you come in. I mean, where are you

going to get rid of them?

Oh, well, that's where you come in, Mr. Greengrass.

Me?

To advise me. You've left it a bit late, haven't you, David?

I mean, have you seen this? Look.

I mean, look at that.

I mean, look, look.

I mean, the second.

Look at that. The second. Look at that.

Look at this.

You've been done, David, well and truly.

How many times have I told you, if you're going to let somebody rip you

not let me do it?

Because I just wanted to do one thing for meself, that's why.

And I've gone and messed it up, haven't I?

David, watch me head.

So, what do you think?

Well, I certainly don't think she's guilty.

Do you?

No, not for a minute.

So what next?

Well, I'll write down to Whitby and find out just what the score is with the

CID.

Thanks for the recommendation, by the way.

Well, having been on the receiving end of your courtroom manner myself, you

the first person I thought of.

Well, did you inspect the jackets before you bowed them?

Yeah. And?

They look all right to me.

Well, in that case, he's not broken any law.

He quoted you a price, you inspected the goods, and you were both willing

parties to the deal. The second... They're falling apart.

Any fool could see that. Well, that's why he was letting them go cut price.

I'm sorry, Claude. Just can't help you.

Save your breath, David.

They're not interested unless you're a motorist with a dodgy lamp.

Come on.

Ashvedley Police.

Mrs. Bentry. I was just... Right.

Well, the... Well, he's got tied up on this big case, you see.

Right.

Well, expect him when you see him, really.

Well, I think in connection with Gina Ward, you nicked her for possession of

drugs at the Blue Parrot last night.

So?

Well, I was hoping you'd be trying.

We're still waiting for the lab report and the pills, but that's just a

formality, of course.

One way or another, it just wasn't her night.

How do you mean?

Well, she was the only one in the entire club with any stuff on her.

So what's your interest in her?

Well, she happens to be the landlady of my local.

And I don't believe for a minute that she'd be involved with drugs.

All we can go on are the factors we find uncomfortable, Bradley.

Look, there were two other people at the table where she left her bag. One was

her manager, Terry Connolly, and the other was another bloke.

What's his name?

Rory Shaw.

That's right.

So?

Well, we checked Connolly out. He's got a bit of form back in Liverpool, but

nothing very serious or recent. Certainly nothing involving drugs.

What about the other bloke, Rory Shaw?

Nobody we talk to down the club seems to know Rory Shaw.

Oh, come on, that's suspicious in itself, isn't it? Not necessarily.

After all, she only met the bloke twice.

In a noisy nightclub. She could have got the name wrong.

And even if she hadn't, there's no way of proving he planted the drugs.

Look, Bradley, I can understand you putting a good word in for her.

But at the end of the day, this is a CID case.

Right. Well, thanks very much for your help.

You're welcome.

Oh, hello, Alf.

Come in.

I was wondering if you'd do me a favour.

Now, you're certain you weren't mistaken about the name?

I'm positive, Mike, and so is Terry.

But what's going on?

I don't know exactly.

Listen. Are you free tonight?

Tonight and every night, after last night.

Well, well, the Invisible Man returns.

Ventress, what's all this?

Well, it happened during the night, Sarge.

Down at the railway station.

Well, I'd only just got there.

Everything seemed to be in order and...

All of a sudden, I heard this noise.

Oh, yes?

So I set off running.

Only, with it being so dark, I fell off the edge of the platform.

Good grief.

Well, when I got to my feet, I realised I'd obviously done my shoulder in. Well,

you're lucky you didn't break your neck, really.

What?

Well, right.

So I...

Made my way to the hospital.

Why didn't you let us know?

You mean to say that Mrs Ventress didn't ring?

Oh, I certainly asked her to. Well, if she was that upset, understandable, you

know.

Oh, yes, there's a point.

So, is the shoulder broken?

It's just badly bruised, Sarge.

But I wanted you to know that I'm perfectly happy to come in here, if only

answer the phone.

That's very noble of you, Ventress.

So, see you in the morning, eh, Sarge?

Right.

You know, Alf, just occasionally, you still manage to amaze me.

So we see him in there, what do we do? Just point him out to me.

Surely there'll be no need for that.

There he is, Mike.

Gal?

Are

you

sure it was D .C. Thomason you saw? No doubt about it.

So what's going on?

Well, I don't know.

I can hardly go back and ask, can I?

But then, you could.

How much longer is this going to go on, Al? I can't suddenly make a miraculous

recovery.

Morning, Sarge.

Morning, Bertrand.

How's the arm?

Well, I can't pretend I've had a good night's sleep.

But into every life, eh, Sarge?

Wouldn't mind, would you? Of course not.

Anything else I can help you with?

The odd grape peeling, perhaps?

Mind a nice cup of tea?

You think he recognised you?

Found a half -gub.

Then again, there's no reason to believe that he'd have recognised Rory.

Well, but Gina Ward did.

Well, perhaps not the brightest idea you've had this week.

Tell him, Bradley, that nobody'd ever heard of Rory Shaw.

Oh, come on, sir. How was I supposed to know he'd carry on sniffing round?

Besides, it could have been a coincidence, them being outside the

I don't believe in coincidences.

On principle.

I don't know what you're going to do with it all, David, but you can't leave

here. There must be somebody who can help us.

Yeah, I'm sure there is. Like who?

Like Mr.

Blaketon.

Blaketon, you'll go and see him over my inert torso.

Look, I've lost all my money.

All right, well, you can go and have a word with him if you like.

I can't do that.

Why not? You've got a tongue in your head, haven't you?

Well, yes, I have, but if I go and see someone like Blaketon, it gets all tied

up.

You're not fit to be let out on your own, you know that?

Yes, I do.

That's why I need your help, Mr Greengrass.

I was looking for Detective Constable Compton.

He's had to nip out.

Can I help you? I'm D .I. Haggerty.

He works for me.

Jackie Lambert. I'm acting for Gina Ward.

I am aware of who you are, Miss Lambert.

So, are you charging her?

Too early to say yet.

But the likelihood is that you will be.

Too early to say.

I'm absolutely convinced that she's been framed.

And do you have any evidence to support that theory, Miss Lamberts, or is it

simply female intuition?

Does the name Rory Shaw mean anything to you, Inspector?

I gather he's certainly known to D .C. Thomason.

Are you suggesting that there's any significance in that? Oh, come on now,

Inspector. I think we're both well aware of its significance, aren't we?

Well, that'll be all, Miss Lamberts. I am rather busy.

I think that'll do for the moment.

Thanks.

But if and when DC Thomason does surface, you might tell him I'd still

word with him.

Otherwise, I'll see you both in court.

And Rory Shaw, perhaps.

Who else knows about our connection with Rory Shaw?

Apart from the whole of the North Riding.

Get me Ashfordly.

Thank you, Larry.

We want a word.

What sort of a word?

Well, we need your advice, Mr. Bladeson.

Against my better judgment, David thinks he needs your advice.

All right, David.

I'm all ears.

Why don't you ask him?

I am familiar with the case, yes, sir.

Though I must say I wasn't aware that one of my own constables was involved in

himself personally with it.

Come on, son, come on, come on.

What do you reckon now, Mr Blaketon? Well, I think PC Bellum is right. You

have a leg to stand on.

So he can be done out of his money and there's nothing you can do about it? I

never said that, Greengrass.

Right, David.

What was the name of this so -called friend of your father's? Mr

Does he have a first name?

It was Martin, Martin Featherstone.

Is he in his late 40s, early 50s?

What do you think?

No good asking me, is it? How old did he look?

About 48.

Well, say yes, then.

Yes, then.

Well, that's not like a word, Bradley. Have you got a minute?

Oh, yes, certainly.

Rory Shaw was an informer.

Well, why didn't someone tell me about that?

CID don't generally make a habit of sharing that kind of information with

constables.

More importantly, it isn't as simple as that.

Well, how do you mean?

According to Inspector Haggerty, they've suspected for some time that Shaw was

playing both ends against the middle.

providing Thomason with the odd tidbit, but up to his neck in the drug racket

himself.

That raid the other night was in fact a set -up to confirm their suspicions of

him. Ah.

By tipping offshore in advance that the raid was going to take place.

See, they knew already the drugs were changing hands there every night of the

week. If they raided it and found the place clean, that'd be proof positive

shore was unreliable, wouldn't it?

Since he knew about the raid, he warned everybody.

Everybody, that is, except for the unfortunate Gina Ward.

Well, if that's true, then that suggests that the drugs found on Gina were hers

after all. I'm afraid so.

Classic case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, I suppose.

No, I'm sorry, Sarge. No, I just don't believe that about Gina.

What if it was a cover -up? A cover -up? By Thomason and Haggerty, because

they're in the racket.

I'm going to pretend I never heard that remark, Bradley.

In words of one syllable, keep out.

And it goes without saying that what you've heard here is entirely

Good grief.

What happened to you?

Which version do you want? The real version or the expurgated one?

Both carcass. Take no notice. He's just burbling again. What can we do for you,

Oscar? Well, I was just wondering whether the name Martin Featherston

anything to you.

It did, yes.

I had a feeling it might.

Still haven't ate anything, you know.

Ah, so I gather.

Well, is that a good sign or a bad sign?

Gina, I... I really don't know.

I mean, Mike!

Yeah, look, I believe you. We've done everything we can.

Look, it's just a question of waiting now.

How long's it going to take?

Hey!

Which row is station?

Yes, station master.

How may I help you?

We've just closed.

Oh, I'm sure this won't take long, Mr. Featherston.

Have we met?

We have now.

How can I help you?

We've got a business proposition for you. Oh, yes?

You see, we've got these jackets, you see.

They're what they call seconds.

Well, to tell you the honest truth, they're a right load of rubbish, but we

thought you might like to buy them.

Is this some sort of joke?

No, I don't think so. We don't seem to be laughing.

But you were, weren't you?

When you sold them to David Stockwell yesterday.

Oh, I see. Friends of his, are you?

We're very friendly people.

Unless somebody tries to get them on the wrong side of us.

Do you manage this place, Mr Featherston?

Yes. And your employers, are they aware of your criminal past? My what?

You know, the times you've been done for shoplifting and fraud.

I do know you, don't I?

You used to be a copper.

I've felt more collars than you've had hot dinners.

He's not even worked in a gentleman's outfit.

Bellamy? Can I have a word?

Yes, Sarge.

Ventress. He's not in any kind of trouble, is he?

Apart from the injured shoulder, that is.

Trouble?

How do you mean, Sarge?

Oh, I don't know.

Not in any financial difficulties or anything?

No, I don't think so.

Everything all right at home, is it?

With Mrs Ventress?

That's all, Bellamy.

Thank you.

Serge.

Shut the door, will you?

Don't worry, love.

Something will turn up.

But what if it doesn't?

Look, it's no good, Auntie Mary.

If the police won't do anything, I'm going to have to do it myself.

Do what exactly?

Find Rory Shaw, that's what.

And when I find him, tell him exactly what I think of him.

Because it's got to be him who stuck them drugs in me bag.

It's got to be.

What's happened? What happened then?

Right, David, there's your money, and I want to see you first thing in the

morning in my post office with all of that.

Don't you worry, Mr Blaketon, I'll be there.

In the meantime, you can buy me a large scotch.

A very large scotch.

Jackie, where is it?

I've just heard Mary on the phone about Gina.

I think she might be about to do something rather dangerous.

What?

Hello, hello, hello.

The gang's all here, they?

Right on cue.

I don't believe it.

You'd better not miss this.

Come on.

Gina, what are you doing here?

Stick enough for meself, which is more than you're long prepared to do. Gina,

have you any idea the sort of people you're dealing with here? Oh, I'm one of

those who do nothing. Just sit around and let meself be crucified for

I didn't do.

Oh, well, well.

If it isn't the man who never walked... Gina, no.

Let go of me, Mike.

No, because like Jackie just told you, you don't know what you're getting

yourself into here.

If you don't let go of me, I'll scream the place down.

What do you think? Aye.

What?

The door!

Get the plug!

He's not to see!

Excuse me.

Oh,

morning, Sarge.

No sling this morning?

Oh, feeling a lot better, Sarge. Give it another week, it'll be as good as new.

So long as I carry on taking it easy, that's it. That is good news.

Your friend over at Crew Station will be pleased.

Crew Station, Sarge?

Station master there.

He rang yesterday to find out how your investigation was going.

Investigation, Sarge?

The one that took you over there one morning this week.

Only one thing puzzles your friend, see.

When he put you on the first train back, he was firmly under the impression that

you were sound of wind and limb.

Now, how do you account for that then, Ventress?

I believe Jean has got some news for me.

Oh, yes.

She's in her room if you want to go or not.

Thanks.

Terry. Hello, Mike.

Where's Gina?

In the clear, I'm happy to say.

Really?

That's fantastic.

Yeah, I'm glad you think so.

But can I warn you that anything you say may be taken down in writing and used

in evidence?

What?

You planted those bombers on Gina, didn't you?

You must be joking. Me?

Never. Now, you see, I've never believed it was Gina those drugs belonged to.

Why would she take the trouble to wipe her fingerprints off the bottle but then

leave them in her bag?

There were no dabs of mine on that bottle.

There were no dabs of anybody's on it, Terry.

But it's not the bottle we're talking about here, Terry.

We're talking about the pills themselves.

What do you mean, the pills?

The coating on black bombers, Terry.

Perfect for fingerprints.

So we had a set of yours sent up from Liverpool this morning.

Taken after a... Youthful indiscretion of yours, some years ago.

Look, kid, when I saw the uniforms, I just panicked.

Still found time to wipe the bottle clean.

Who needs enemies, eh, Terry?

So, tell me that's comfortable.

Vince, you're so clever.

What's that?

How come Thompson and Haggerty didn't find fingerprints on the bombers?

Which fingerprints would those be, then?

I can see I'm going to have to watch you very carefully.

You'd better believe it.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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