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

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

You don't drive a big fat car.

You don't walk like a movie star.

You're cutting things a bit fine, Al.

Why, what's up?

You started quite a bit. Oh, that.

He's saying I'm come and go. And you're, hey, come, they go.

And in between, they dither. Ah, yeah, well, this one won't be doing too much

dithering. Why don't you say that?

Well, XCID, bound to be sharper than most.

So how has he wound up here?

True.

Do you think he's been demoted?

Why don't you ask him?

No, he's more than likely just opted for the easy life.

Possible, I suppose.

More likely he's resentful at being overlooked mid -career than he here to

relieve his bitterness by pulling the legs off probationary constables.

Morning. Morning, Sergeant.

I'm Sergeant Merton.

Sergeant. Morning.

Sergeant.

And you are?

Bradley, Sergeant.

Bellamy. Ventress.

You joining us, lad?

Sorry, Sergeant.

Nicholson. Sergeant.

They said you'd be a mixed bag.

Well, I expect we'll get to know each other soon enough.

You'll find I don't put formality ahead of doing the job.

For the same reason I'm not especially fond of paperwork.

That's why I'll be leaving that to you.

My office.

Through there? Yes, Sergeant.

I haven't worn a uniform in ten years.

Ten years. Just another person on the street.

I forget what it feels like.

There's somebody in these uniforms.

Remember that.

Definitely demoted.

You know,

I think it's gone.

What? You know, the digginess.

What's about your back?

Yeah, it seems okay now.

And the pain in your chest?

Yeah, it's all gone.

Out. Eh?

Get out of the truck.

Yeah, well, I'm all right now. David, you're going to see the doctor.

You've been complaining for weeks now about one thing after another.

Something obviously needs sorting out. Now get out!

Now what?

But she's a... Well, you know.

What?

A woman. She's a doctor.

There's no need to be shy.

Whatever you've got, she's seen it all before.

Though not necessarily in that arrangement.

Oh, no.

No, quick, get out of here.

Now what?

Well, there's that lady, the one that helps the doctor out.

Hello. Are you waiting to go in?

Yes, she is, love.

Glad we should be open now.

Thank you.

Where's that?

Right. We will be together.

When? When I've saved the money.

I've got to get to somewhere better than this.

I hate it.

No.

You have to be patient.

All right?

Still I look to find reason to believe someone like you

makes it hard to live without someone like you.

Hey, that's Paul Rogers.

Who's he?

He was done six months ago for drunk driving.

Banned for a year.

Can't you see the registration number?

No, it's too far away.

Aww.

Traffic light. Never there when you want him.

Give me the radio.

Pardon? Come in, Bradley.

Ventress and Nicholson have reported sighting a disqualified driver on the

Paul Rogers. They gave chase but lost him. We've relayed other cars, but

Ventress was wondering whether they should follow it up. Rogers?

Any relation to Ken Rogers?

Yes, his son, you know. Yes. Dad's at CID chasing his own tail for years.

His son's a chip off the old block, is he?

Well, it would seem like it.

What was he banned for?

A drink driver, thanks.

Well, if we can nail him for flouting a sentence, the bench could well send him

down. Worth a go.

Tell Ventress to pay a visit.

Father or son.

Be good to rattle their cage.

Pardon?

Put your shirt back on, David.

Come in.

I've got that file for you. Thanks.

Jen, can you...

It's great to come in now.

Would you like to go for a minute to school?

Will he live?

Oh, I think so.

Nothing serious, then?

Depends on what you call serious.

Oh, I thought he was all up here, you know. No, the problem's a little bit

down than that.

Oh. I've taken a blood sample just to be sure, but I don't think there's much

wrong with David other than a basic lack of fitness.

Lack of fitness?

You think I'm fat?

I didn't say that, David.

But I think you've been eating the wrong sorts of food and spending too long

sitting in your taxi waiting for fares.

Sounds as though Sergeant Merton knows this fella.

More like his father, Ken Rogers.

What's that?

It's the idea you think he's a crook.

Is he?

He used to be, certainly.

He started off running gambling dens.

Then when they legalised betting shops, he started a chain of those and he sold

out to Mr Big.

Made himself a mint.

Is the idea still after him?

No idea.

Last I heard, he'd ploughed all his money into an office supply business.

Become one of the great and the good.

With a house to match.

It's warm.

I've been tuning it.

Are you sure you've been here all morning? I've already said so.

Is there anyone at the house who can verify your story?

No, nobody else is here.

Keys, please.

St. Long's.

Keys.

Have you got a jacket, Mr. Rogers? Not at all.

They want you to come to the station with us. Why?

I'm telling you, I haven't driven this or any other car since I was born.

We saw you and you saw us.

Don't waste any more time.

Training him up, are you?

Not training him exactly.

I was going to say, you left it a bit late.

Just a bit of regular exercise he wants.

Yes, doctor's orders.

Oh, yeah?

What about you?

Me? Well, you'll be breaking sweat.

Good heavens, no.

I'm here in a supervisory capacity.

It doesn't do to rattle the plumbing at my age.

No.

Well, you pay two, Bob, and the choice is yours.

Bars, whites, medicine balls.

You could do worse than the 4am Jeremy's routine.

Now, there's something to aim for, David.

What? Mussels like that.

You get stuck in for a couple of weeks and you'll have a body like a sock full

of conkers in no time.

Hello.

Can I help you? My son has been brought in.

Paul Rogers?

Yes, sir.

Does he have a brief?

I don't think so.

What's the offered one?

I'm not sure.

Go and get me someone who knows something.

I'll speak with the sergeant.

Right, ladies.

Ten sit -ups, starting now.

Starting now.

Try, David.

I am trying.

But try harder.

I mean, look at him. And he's going uphill.

Are you seriously going on with this? We're very serious.

Did not describe with evidence.

We've enough circumstantial evidence to back up our eyewitness report.

A split second sighting. Constable Ventress got a good look, Mr. Rogers.

From a car.

Going in the opposite direction.

I think a court will prefer an officer's word to that of your son.

Phone, Sergeant.

Can he go to the toilet?

Or does he have to be cuffed first?

Show Mr.

Rogers where to go, Nicholson.

Long time no see, Alf.

Still doing the horses?

No. I stopped that.

That must have broken a few bookies' hearts.

It's Mug's game. Yeah.

Still, they were good times, eh?

I've done okay, but I still miss the buzz.

Don't you?

All those old friends.

I'll never forget old friends.

I've got a friend of you, remember?

It was 20 years ago, Ken.

And I was never a friend.

Yeah, well, perhaps it were more of a business arrangement.

But the point was, I could rely on you.

I valued that.

I still do.

Forget it.

I can see how difficult this might be for you.

You coming up so close to your pension. Forget it. Not possible, Alf.

I can't unsee him, can I?

I saw him.

Yes.

Of course you did.

And if it wasn't for his mother, I might let him swing for it.

But I can't.

Sorry, Alf.

You're going to have to help me again.

I'm only saying he has a point.

But you were certain Paul Rogers was the driver.

Oh, at the time, yes.

But it was very split -second.

And... Thinking about it now, I can't help having doubts.

You've now had a good look at Roger's son?

Yes, Sergeant.

So if you can corroborate Ventra's sighting, that would feel the matter,

wouldn't it?

Yes, but I can't.

Are you absolutely sure of that?

Yes. Wrong answer, Nicholson.

But I didn't see him, Sergeant.

Then find someone who did.

What did you do?

I wiped your nose, as usual.

You didn't have to come.

Enough to me, I wouldn't have.

Where are you going?

I'll make my own way back.

Get in there!

Hold!

In your own time, David.

Are you ready?

What, again?

What do you mean, again?

I've just done them.

How many?

Oh, well, I lost count.

Where were you watching?

Do you want to use this?

Oh, no, thanks.

I think there's a bit too much fight in that bag for my lad.

Oh, pity.

I thought he might be looking for a sparring partner.

Oh, that's very thoughtful, isn't it, David?

Can we go home now, please?

Hold on a minute.

Do you know, I couldn't help noticing your snappy footwork.

Thanks. I used to do the boxing myself, you know.

I thought so.

Why? What made you think that?

The face, really.

Vernon. Vernon Strips.

Jeremy. Jeremy?

Who's looking after you?

Me mum.

No, I mean, who's looking after your career?

I haven't got one yet.

I'm still at technical college.

No, I mean your boxing career.

I've never really given it much thought.

I just like to keep fit. I've only had a couple of bouts.

I think you're wasting your talents, lad.

From what I've seen, I think you could be a real contender.

Paul?

We've been waiting.

I'm going to my room.

No, you're not. You've got some explaining to do. I've nothing to say.

Paul, your father's very angry.

What's new?

Tell him to get in here!

I'm going up. No, Paul, please.

What, are you flouncing off again?

Like a big girl?

Why did you go out in the car, Paul? I didn't, OK?

You're a liar. I had a bad one of that.

You are back at work tomorrow.

I'm on holiday. For what? You do nothing whether you're there or not. I want to

keep my eye on you.

That's not fair, Ken. He's entitled to some time off. He lost his right to time

off when he brought the police to the door.

You were told, Paul.

I watch for anything, you know that.

If I find you've been visiting that girl, you'll regret it.

I'll talk to him about your time off.

Where's your little friend, then?

He's sent him off sleuthing.

Oh, on his own in the dark, while you're in here supping. He deserves it.

Ah, speak of the devil.

All right, Tom.

Hey, Tom.

What are you having?

Bitter. All right, please, Dean.

No joy?

Nope. All right, do you have a problem?

I was trying to find somebody who saw Ken Rogers' son driving while

disqualified. Ah, yes, Paul Rogers.

You know him? I know of him.

Ken Rogers came to see me not long ago. He wanted me to dig up some dirt on this

girl who'd got involved with his son.

Why did he do that? I've no idea. Anyway, I turned the job down.

Why?

I didn't fancy it, that's why.

Call it scruples.

Another P .I. wasn't a footy. No more?

Harry Crawford.

Right, turn around and go backwards for a bit.

How far to go?

I've done it four miles, I'm going to get serious.

I'm supposed to make the tech by ten.

Don't worry, I'll send them a note.

My mum always writes me notes. I know it wasn't real.

Jeremy, save your breath.

Now turn around forward and sprint.

You ready, then?

Where do you think you're going?

With Mike.

Think again.

This is my shout.

I've got the impression you've been stood down from this job.

Well, you learn something new every day, don't you?

What's all that about?

Early days, Mike.

But judging from what I've seen of Merton, I'd say I'm better off out of

station than in it. Have you spoken to your snitch at the vision? Not yet, no.

But there must be a good reason for his pitching up here.

One, two, three for Jeremy.

And one for David.

Is that it?

Yeah, what the doctor said.

No, I've been out working all morning.

You've just been... Been doing what?

Playing around.

Playing around?

If you think that, maybe you'd care to join us tomorrow morning.

Oh, no, I was just... I said it's not fair, that's all.

You can have some of mine, Mr Scripps.

Not on your life. I've got to put a tiger in your tank, young man.

I've spoken to a local promoter who's going to include you on his next boxing

bill.

So tomorrow, David, you can go to the butcher's and get two big steaks.

Oh, right then. And just so you know you're not forgotten, you can pick up a

couple of sausages for yourself at the same time.

Yeah, I know Ken Rogers.

Why? Well, we hear you did a job for him.

I'd like some information, please.

Well, am I a librarian?

Don't be like that, Harry.

I'm a private investigator, Al.

I don't give information because I'm private.

This is a police investigation, Mr. Trafford. We suggest that you cooperate

us as fully as you can.

What do you want?

Well, we understand that Ken Rogers hired you to investigate a girlfriend of

son. Yeah.

Why?

He thought she was trying to get her claws into his lad.

What, a bit of a gold digger? Something like that.

He wanted me to find out how many other lads she'd been seeing.

Anything to paint her as black as possible.

Well, hadn't the lad enough sense himself?

Rogers was determined to break it up.

She was a good -looking lass, but on the wrong side of the tracks, as far as

Rogers and his missus were concerned.

So what happened?

Not so far as I know.

I did the job.

Give him that there was, which wasn't much, and that was it.

So could Paul Rogers still be seeing the girl? I don't know, and I don't care.

But I'll tell you this, if he is, he won't be getting no pocket money from

You make my heart so happy.

You make my heart so gay.

The

room

starts moving around me.

I just can't take too much.

It's crazy when you're around me.

Follow me down. I'd like to see that Boston promoter. Make sure you're on his

next bill.

Nervous? Aye, a bit.

Natural?

You'll be ready on the night, though. Trust me.

Possibly.

Possibly? Maybe.

Not a negative sort of chap, are you, Jeremy?

I don't think so. When you step in that ring, you've got to hit them with a

surge of positive energy.

And while we're at it, your name.

How about Jez?

Jez? Jez Purvis. Now, that sounds like a man to be reckoned with. I don't know.

I'll ask my mum.

You're right.

It's a wild goose chase. Mark my words.

What is it, Alf?

Nothing.

Sandra Tatler?

Yeah?

We'd like to ask you a couple of questions, please.

I don't know about Paul Rudgers. Oh, it's a routine inquiry.

How well do you know him?

He used to be a boyfriend.

He used to be?

Yeah.

When was the last time you saw him?

I can't remember.

Are we talking days or months?

Months.

You live out here on your own, do you?

Yeah. You get lonely.

Well, the baby keeps me busy.

Of course.

Is Paul in some sort of trouble?

We don't know.

Only he did mention driving out here to see you.

He said he drove out here?

Yesterday.

I don't believe you.

Why not?

I just don't.

Why would you say that?

Well, you tell me.

As an alibi, perhaps?

Alibi? So I'll ask you again.

When did you last see Paul?

Well?

Sleep to the baby, love.

Thanks, Alf.

Let's go. She was just about to tell me.

Because we were scared stiff.

It was the only way, Alf.

So you think Rogers was the father of the baby, then?

I'm surprised you didn't ask her.

He was here, Alf.

So what?

So what?

You've got your trouble.

DI Shiner. See you, Sergeant.

Sergeant. Hello, sir.

Sorry to drop on you without warning.

No, no, that's fine. I was surprised when I heard you'd landed here.

Well, not a career move of my choosing, shall we say. I hope you don't find

being back in uniform too wearing.

Thanks for that, sir, but I'm sure that's not why you're here.

No.

No, I had word that a couple of your officers had been to the home of a man

was already the target of a CID surveillance operation.

Oh? We're worried they might unwittingly scale him off. Is this Ken Rogers we're

talking about?

Yes.

So what's your interest in him? Not in him, his son. He was seen driving while

disqualified.

Well, I'd be obliged if you keep your men away and leave us to deal with the

bigger fish.

I thought Ken Rogers was now a respectable member of the county set.

A leopard and his spot, Sergeant.

We believe he's up to something, and in a big way.

importing drogues from Holland.

I see.

So we'd like you to leave the field clear for us.

If any of my men see the son driving, they'll take a note, and then you can

collar him once we've got our man.

Right. Thank you, Sergeant. I'll leave that with you.

Fine. If our operation goes according to plan, we may need to call on one or two

of your men for backup.

All right.

Any progress, you two?

Yes, Sergeant.

We think we know who Paul Rogers went to see on the coast.

Do we?

I'd say so.

Ventrue? I think it's more of a guess at this stage, Sergeant.

An informed hunch, Sergeant.

Then play it.

You want her to keep trying?

Naturally.

Ah, can you spare a moment? What, Oscar?

I'd like to have a word in private.

Why, what's wrong?

I'm in a bit of a spot.

Right, well, you go through to the snug and we'll have a beer.

There you go.

Thanks, Gina.

Oh, I, er... I didn't order chips.

You didn't?

No. Well, you always have chips, David.

Yeah, I know, it's just that, er... Well, I've got to mind me figure.

Your figure?

Yeah. Is this you filling his head with rubbish?

You said he's cutting out chips.

And cake.

Doctor's orders, love.

Eh, seems a shame to waste them. I'm a bit peckish meself.

I'm a skint.

If I hadn't agreed to do it, I'd have been bankrupt and forced to resign.

They're gone.

Well, you know what gambling dens were like. They were always feuding over

territory. So you cracked down on Roger's rivals and gave them a free

As far as I could. And he showed his appreciation by cancelling your gambling

debts? Another time.

I thought it was my only choice.

And now?

Much the same.

You can't repeat the mistake, Alf.

If Rogers decides to go public and dig up the past, you've got to deal with it.

I can't see him doing it, though.

What if he does?

Well, headquarters would take a pretty dim view of the fact that you helped him

build this little empire.

On the other hand, what proof has Rogers got after all these years?

Who knows?

I can't fault his work rate. The lad's given 100%. It's just...

There's something missing.

Oh, when he won his first two fights?

Yes, but on points.

I checked with the bloke at the gym. He said the last contest was like two women

dancing round their handbags.

Have you ever seen him riled?

No. No, me neither.

I reckon the nastiest thing Jeremy's ever done is throw his teddy on the

What I've got to do is find out what makes him mad.

Oh, his mother.

What?

Well, not mad paps, but he went a bit funny when I was moaning all about

mothers.

You know, mothers.

Is that you, Sandra?

Have you been calling and hanging up?

Sandra?

Paul isn't here. And even if he was, he wouldn't speak to you. So stop this

nonsense now.

And if you want to keep a room...

You went there.

She told me.

What? I paid her a visit.

What for?

I owe my caravan, remember?

If you scared her, what?

You what?

What did you say? The same as I'm telling you.

Any more contact and she's out of there.

If you want to keep her over there, Eds, forget her.

He's right, you know.

This girl will ruin your life.

It's my baby.

You know it could be anybody. The private investigator told us.

She trapped you, Paul.

See her for what she is and get on with your life.

Do you know anything about him?

Lewis.

A modest journeyman with a suspect chin.

Should be no problem to a lad of your caliber.

Do I get a free ticket?

Only me mum said she might come along.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Why not?

Well, you know what mums are like. They do take on, don't they? One little

scratch, you'd be running in with a plaster.

You leave your mum to iron your trunks.

Right. And tell her not to put that crease down the front.

Rainbow, look me up, look me down.

Rainbow. SLB2 on his way.

I was dreaming

of love I had to share.

Never thinking.

You were here, you were there.

Not a word, not a sound.

Couldn't see or feel the ground.

Part of gold, our soul.

By the way you let it fly.

Rainbow, look me up, look me down.

Yeah, they're out.

Thank goodness for that. I rang a number of times.

Is the baby okay?

Yeah. Yeah, she's fine.

But the police called.

What for? They wanted to know if you'd visited me.

What did you tell them?

Nothing. But they said to visit me with your alibi.

Alibi for what?

They didn't say.

They tried to trick you.

They saw me driving back, but they need another witness. You did right. Thank

goodness. I've been so worried.

Hey, what is it?

Your father came.

I know.

He said if I tried to see you again, he'd throw me out.

He wouldn't. He means it, Paul.

He went mad, really crazy.

He didn't hurt you, did he?

Sandra?

He didn't hurt you?

Sandra?

I'm coming over.

No. I'm coming now. Paul!

Let's get out of here.

Paul Rogers has been seen driving from the house.

Well, it's on he's going to see the girl.

Why don't you check?

When you look at me in your eyes, I can see.

All right, all right, it's gonna be all right.

Every

time

we meet, my heart...

Mr Rogers.

Yes? We understand you're the owner of this van.

What of it? What's in it?

Office stationery and supplies. Why?

Let's get this down to Ashfordly Station and turn it over.

It's okay.

Come on.

I'm here now.

You've got to get us away from here. Yeah, I know.

Soon. Yeah.

Promise me, Paul.

I promise.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

How did you get these?

I fell. It's nothing.

Did he do this?

Sandra, tell me. It doesn't matter, Paul.

I'll kill him. No.

This car out here.

What car?

Of Paul Rogers.

I don't know what you're on about.

The car didn't drive itself.

All right, Sandra.

There's no point.

I shouldn't have even called you.

I'd have come anyway.

What are you going to do to him?

Not us, love. The courts.

Don't worry.

Could they send him to prison?

Could they?

It is possible, yeah.

It'll be all right.

Are you going to tell me what they're looking for?

Raoul van Nissen.

You know him?

I don't think so.

Why? We think you do.

Call my secretary.

Perhaps I've got him on file.

Our colleagues in Amsterdam know him as a trafficker of cannabis and LSD.

That's not my business, Inspector.

Office supplies.

I thought you knew that.

Have you all gone to keep me here any longer?

I shall want to see my solicitor.

You'll see your solicitor when I say so. And when I do, I shall be asking him

about payment for damaged stock.

I'm sorry, the interview room's taken.

I heard.

I'll leave the door open.

What are they interviewing my father about?

I don't know.

You can use this one.

Would you like a mug of tea?

Is it about importing drugs?

I've just said, I don't know. I could help.

Help? Yeah.

You're in enough trouble.

If I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut.

I want to do a deal.

We don't do deals.

My father's been doing them with your lot all his life.

Drink it in, son.

A sweet elixir of opportunity.

Today, Axfordly Town Hall.

Tomorrow... Madison Square Garden.

Oh, David, will you go to the truck and get Jeremy's kit?

There's a good lad.

So you were certain you saw Paul Rogers driving the car?

Yes. And you changed your statement because Rogers leaned on you?

Yes. So why risk telling the truth now?

The boy wants to do a deal. What sort of deal?

We let him off in return for information that'll convict his father.

I see.

Awkward. You're thinking if Rogers goes down, he'll take you with him.

Something like that.

Any more skeletons rattling in your cupboard, Ventress?

I don't think so, Sergeant.

Ah.

It's information.

Is it good?

I'd say so, yes.

Claims to know his father's drug contacts in Holland.

Names? Dates?

He's been eavesdropping on phone conversations.

And he's prepared to graft on his father?

Well, there's serious domestic strife involved.

Where have you left it?

Well, I said I didn't do deals off my own bat.

I wouldn't be unhappy to waive his minor infringement in return for his father's

conviction.

And since CID's operation seems to have turned out a dud, I'm sure they'll be

grateful for our assistance.

Sarge? Yes?

What about me?

You've done the right thing, Bentress.

I can't promise anything, but whatever Rogers throws at you, I'm sure we'll

a way of handling it.

Thank you, Sarge.

Where is he?

Oh, he's in the... Again?

Yeah, well, I think he's a little bit, you know, nervous.

Oh, he's here now.

It's time to rattle his cage.

Everything all right, Jess?

Yes, thank you, Mr Scripps.

Bit awkward in there with the gloves on, eh?

I've been checking out the ring, talking to the porters.

It seems your opponent fancies his chances.

Oh. Been shouting his mouth off to anyone who'd listen about you.

I don't know him.

Well, he reckons he knows you and your mother.

What about my mother?

Well, better you don't know, son.

What's he said about my mother?

Well, just that...

Well, it's her that's made you into a big girl's blouse, that's all. That's

Well, no, he did go on to say that she's a petty tyrant and kept you to herself

and turned you into a right mummy's boy. No, I'm not listening.

Well, perhaps you should. No, you're a liar. He said she scares off all your

girlfriends. Stop it. Scares them silly so she can keep you as her little,

little boy. Shut up. Shut up. Now, you've got a big pair of fists.

Stand up straight, get stuck in and use them.

The drugs are in the van. The van's been turned upside down. It's clean.

They don't know what they're looking for.

Go on.

They'd probably expect her to find tablets or sugar cubes.

But the Dutch have a new way of getting LSD to the market.

On paper.

Blotting paper.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

He doesn't have to know.

Well, he'll work it out. Then how's he going to feel?

Proud, probably.

It's just the sort of deal he'd have done himself.

Sooner you than me.

It won't matter.

Sandra, me and the baby, we're leaving.

We'll take our chances well away from here.

I hope you're here to tell me I can go.

Either that or you phone my solicitor.

Neither. But we will call your solicitor.

Good. Sit down.

Mr. Blodner.

What the... Blotting paper.

And?

Look harder, and you'll see 20 grey spots about three quarters of an inch in

diameter. Each a single dose of LFD.

Rubbish! Yes, but very profitable rubbish.

Enough in a van to make you a very wealthy man.

You're going down for a long stretch, Ken. But the good news is...

We're not charging your son?

Thought you'd be pleased.

Oh, Mr Vernon.

Where am I?

You're in hospital.

What it be?

Jeremy.

When I saw what he'd done, well, I just couldn't help myself.

What are you talking about? What have you done?

I hit him.

You hit him?

Yeah, I must have just gone a bit mad, I suppose.

You're kidding.

What happened?

Well, nothing much after that.

How do you mean?

You could ask him yourself.

when he wakes up.