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

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

That was a lovely meal.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Evenings can get pretty lonely for a
single guy, don't you?

Fancy a nightcap?

Will!

Nice pub, I know when they'll be back.

Right, one brandy, one orange juice.

Oh, no, no, no. Let me. You paid for the
meal.

Your purse away.

My treat tonight.

Bit of a dark call with your sergeant.
I've seen him in here before.

Just one for me, Oscar. I think he's had
enough already.

I guess since Tom died, we've all felt
the need to... get on with life.

It's precious.

Yeah, and that's what Tom would want. So
let's brighten up, eh?

Oh, she's very attractive, isn't she,
girlfriend? I must say.

I met her at the hostel once. She's got
a teenage son.

Richard? Yeah.

It's Vivian Keane. Yeah. Works at the
bank. Anything else we can help you

with?

That was a really nice evening.

Thank you.

Shame I was doing so soon.

Unless there's always another time.

If you'd like to, that is.

What do you think?

I'm sorry.

I'm a bit out of practice at all this.

Don't be daft.

Shall I see you in?

Here we are, Mrs Garbert.

Won't you look as if you had a nice
trip?

There we are.

We'll soon have you home.

Highly tuned carburettors can be a bit
temperamental.

Oh, I don't believe it.

Morning, Sarge.

Nice day.

Paperworks got very floppy lately.

And everyone's report's written up and
on my death by tomorrow.

Right, right. I'll tell them.

And I've had complaints about some
souped -up Mini Cooper keeps feeding

Strensford Village.

Have someone check it out.

Straight away, Sarge.

Good morning, madam.

Can I help you?

It's rather difficult. I've thought
about it all night.

Well, take your time.

What's the matter, then?

Well, he... I couldn't believe he'd just
steal it, snatch it from me.

Someone stole something from you?

Yeah, my purse, my money.

Well, do you know him, this thief?

Yeah.

It's your colleague.

Sergeant Merton.

We'd had a really lovely evening.

I don't go out on dates very much.

And, well, then he drove me home.

Yes.

Well, he kissed me.

And then he started dropping hints about
coming inside. Well, I didn't know.

And I started to get out of the car, and
he grabbed me.

He grabbed you?

Yeah, by the arm.

I told him to let go, and I got out of
the car.

And then what?

Well, he sat there for a moment and then
I heard him get out and follow me.

He followed you out?

Yeah.

He turned really nasty.

In what way?

Well, he said that he'd paid for the
meal and the drinks and that surely he

could expect something in return.

Go on.

that my son was at home and I had to get
up early the next morning.

And he said that if that was my
attitude, I should pay him back. And he

snatched my purse out of my bag, left me
there and drove off.

Now, did anyone else see what happened?

A neighbour pass by?

No, I don't think so. It was dark and
it's a very quiet street.

What was in your purse?

£40.

I had a driving licence in there and a
photograph of Richard. That's my son.

You do appreciate the seriousness of
your allegations.

Yes. Yes, I do, but I just can't afford
to lose £40.

He just suddenly changed.

It seems such a perfect gentleman.

Would you like to hear what he has to
say?

I mean, he may just have driven off
without realising that the purse had,

fallen out inside the car. It didn't
fall out.

He snatched it.

And he knows that, and I know that.

She's made a very specific allegation,
Sarge. It's absolute nonsense.

Well, I'm afraid I'll have to... I know.

Informed division.

Go ahead.

Looks like the plugs are dirty.

You're supposed to have serviced this.

I must have brought the old ones back by
mistake.

Oh, brilliant.

You've just cost me a fare, a tip and a
rollicking.

Well, I haven't time now. Why don't you
change them yourself? The new ones are

inside.

Now, where are you going?

Allegations against a fellow police
officer are always unpleasant, but we

be completely impartial.

After I've seen Sergeant Burton, I'll
conduct a full investigation.

Ridiculous, the whole thing.

She seems a nice woman.

Why would she make up a thing like that?

Come on, it's a fit -up.

I'm suspended pending an investigation.

Is there anything we can do to help,
Sergeant?

No. It's best you have no contact with
me while this is going on.

I've asked Sergeant Merton to leave his
car here for the moment.

Bellamy, check it for the purse. Or
anything belonging to Mrs. Keene.

You and I'll take Sergeant Merton home.

Ventress, man the station.

Are you feeling all right, Vernon?

Why? You're showing worrying signs of
having been working for a living.

Oh, very funny. Just get me a scotch,
Oscar.

Actually, I have been working.

David's left me with all the taxi work
and Bernard has vanished into thin air.

I mean, what do I know about changing
spark plugs?

Nothing, judging by the state you're in.

I was hoping he'd be in here, actually.

Oh, Bernie?

I saw him half an hour back. He was off
to the doctor's.

Doctor's? What's he gone to the doctor's
for?

Well, maybe he's sickening for
something.

Sickening? The way he serviced my taxi
was sickening.

Who's she?

My sister, with my parents and me.

Hardly relevant, is it?

She might have been a girlfriend.

Mrs. Key might have been jealous of
another relationship you had.

We hardly knew each other.

Last night was our first date.

I'm usually a good judge of character.

Nothing upstairs, sir.

Check the kitchen.

So you've no idea why she'd blacken your
name?

Haven't a clue.

We met while I was cashing cheques at
the bank.

She seemed very friendly.

After all.

Sir?

What is this?

What's going on?

We didn't put it there.

You tell us.

£40 in cash.

Driving licence.

Mrs Vivian Keane. This is a fit -up!

Doctor, have you got a moment? Yeah, of
course.

My brother Bernard, has he been in to
see you?

He just missed him.

I've seen him a few times recently,
actually.

A few times?

What's wrong with him?

I'm afraid I can't discuss it. You need
to ask him yourself.

I've absolutely no idea how it got
there.

Does anyone else have access to your
house?

Neighbour? Cleaner?

You see, Mrs Keane has never been to the
house, so presumably we can discount

the possibility of her having planted it
there.

Unless she gained access after I left
for work this morning.

There was no sign of a break -in. No
obvious sign, that's true.

If she gained access in daylight,
presumably there's a chance one of your

neighbours could have seen her.

My house is overlooked, yes.

Right.

So you notice no one unusual here at all
this morning? No, nothing, sir.

Well, thanks for your help.

Any luck?

No.

No, nobody saw anything out of the
ordinary.

Usual deliveries, you know, postman,
milkman, blood from the gas board.

But no suspicious -looking females.

Well, someone's been very clever here.

Unless he actually did take it.

Then somebody's being very stupid.

Looking for some paperwork.

There's something stark about the
skeletal outline of trees in winter.

What?

I've been for a walk.

It's funny how you take things like that
for granted.

Look at things through different eyes
and it's like you're seeing things for

very first time.

Bernard, what's wrong?

I told you, dirty spark plugs.

Not the car.

It's you I'm concerned about. Me?

Since when? You're only interested in me
when you want something.

Oh, Bernard, that's a very hurtful thing
to say.

Oh, all right, so I'm not always
thoughtful.

But that's going to change.

You're my flesh and blood.

I'm going to take care of you.

What? I bet you've not been eating
properly.

How about a nice cup of tea and a barb
cake?

No, thanks. I'm really not hungry.

No one saw anyone acting suspiciously
near his house.

No, but it isn't conclusive just because
nobody saw anything.

The stolen purse was found in his home.

No one else has keys, no sign of a break
-in. If our suspect wasn't a police

officer, wouldn't you find that pretty
conclusive?

Dennis Ian Merton, I'm charging you with
theft, contrary to Section 1 of the

Theft Act.

I'm bailing you to appear before
Ashfordly Magistrates' Court under

of the Magistrates' Act, 1952.

You must inform us... If I plan to
travel anywhere, don't worry, I'll be

And I'll take your warrant card.

I understand you recently passed your
sergeant's exams.

Yes, but I've no actual experience.

You know the ropes here.

You've got the qualification.

Leave it with me.

Are you okay?

You winced.

Is it heartburn, indigestion?

Leave me alone.

Sir, I'm not sure in the circumstances
if I'm the right person to be acting

sergeant. Why take his sergeant's exams
if you don't want responsibility?

He won't get very far with an attitude
like this. Might be better if the

-serving officer stood in.

All right, let Ventress do it.

Sergeant.

Half a bit up, please.

This is on the house.

It's good to see you.

Thanks.

Not many people saying that at the
moment.

No, I did hear the news.

Okay. Come through to the snug.

We'll have a talk.

It was this detective sergeant I knew.

Along with his wife, he was reported for
cruelty to his kids.

In the end, it turned out to be a
neighbour making false allegations just

because his thumb was nicked with
stealing.

I've had my fair share of mud slung at
me in my time.

Usually there's a reason, though.

With her, I'm totally baffled.

Well, she does have a son.

Aye, Richard, he's called.

And to your knowledge, he's never been
in trouble.

I've certainly never come across him.

I hardly even know her.

Look, I realise it's tricky for you to
make inquiries, but would you like me to

have a sniff around?

Right. We'll get straight on to it,
madam.

Yes, Alf.

Oh, there's another report of a Mini
Cooper doing 80 miles an hour in

Strensford. We've got to get it sorted
out.

Look, I've a pile of paperwork at the
police house to sort out. Can't Phil do

it? No.

He's assisting D .I. Shiner today.

Excuse me, Jenny.

Sorry to trouble you, but did you dish
out these pills to my brother Bernard?

I dispensed them, yes.

Why?

Well, I'm getting a bit concerned.

To be quite honest, yes, your brother
has been acting rather strangely.

In what way?

You see, three of these prescriptions
are the same.

Now, he claimed he lost two of them, so
he came back for more.

Speaking candidly, I think he's a bit
depressed.

Dr Somby's surgery?

Depressed?

What sort of employee is Mrs Keane?

The very best sort.

Punctual, hard -working, conscientious,
entirely trustworthy.

She has an excellent career record with
the bank.

You know of no reason why she might hold
a grudge against the police in general

or Sergeant Merton in particular.

Absolutely not.

If she says he stole her purse, I, for
one, would certainly believe her.

Mrs Keane has a son.

She brought him up on her own, I gather.

Yes. She's never allowed that to
interfere with her work.

She's an excellent mother.

I had hoped to talk to her.

She's not in the bank today.

In view of her ordeal, I suggested she
took a couple of days off.

It's glowing personal references.

It's a false allegation. It would seem
out of character.

Might it be something to do with her
son?

I called the lad's headmaster.

He's a studious boy, model pupil, never
been in trouble.

That doesn't fit either.

I was born in a barn for my dad.

Thank you.

Thank

you.

15 years, Scotty.

It's cheap to be strong and wear a
career like that.

Well, we've all done daft things where
women are concerned, I suppose.

We shouldn't be here, Mike. You're
supposed to be on duty.

I just wanted to help, if I could.
Bradley, when my officers are supposed

working, they shouldn't be pursuing
private investigations, understood?

Mike, your sense of loyalty means a lot
to me.

You're barking up the wrong tree, Oscar.

She's a first -rate woman.

Look, I just want to check her
background.

But Mrs King's references are
confidential.

Listen, Alan, I'm only after the truth.

And if she does turn out to be a wrong
one, you wouldn't want her working here

in the bank, would you?

Oh, I was a bit shaken at first, but I'm
a lot better.

Your son at school at the moment?

Oh, yeah.

All levels next year.

I've, er... I have told him.

What's happened? He'd have only picked
up playground gossip, anyway.

Of course.

Serving police sergeant charged with
theft.

The newspapers are bound to get onto it.

Are you advising me to drop it?

No.

I just want you to be aware of the
seriousness of the case.

Would you like me to get that?

No, no, no. It's all right.

Excuse me.

Come to read the meter.

Oh, right.

Yes, it's in the kitchen. I'll show you.
She seems genuine enough to me.

It's probably a spare of the moment
thing.

They're out, he snatches the purse,
drives off.

Panics, hides it.

Bingo. Whole career down the drain.

I'm sorry about that.

Look, Inspector, I'm not a vindictive
person. I've got a great deal of respect

for the police.

I've simply told you the truth.

Then thank you for your time, Mrs Keane.

Vernon!

I've been thinking.

This is the wrong sort of game for you.

Funerals, coffins, burials.

No wonder you get depressed.

You're selling up.

I'm doing what?

I've got a mate in Scarborough who's got
a novelty joke emporium. You know,

squirty flowers, whoopee cushions, that
sort of thing.

We're going into the chuckle business,
you and me.

I'll soon put that smile back on that
lovely face of yours.

Vernon, if you want to borrow money,
just ask.

How much do you want?

Ten a do?

Here you go.

Can't take it with you, can you?

You're only young one.

Any news on the speeding driver, Mike?

No, I was there all afternoon.

You make a very bad liar.

D .I. Shiner and Phil make the driver in
Strensford.

Shiner wants you in my office now.

Loyalty to a fellow officer is an
admirable quality.

It can be misplaced.

I still don't believe he did it, sir.

I've been checking Merton's file.

Ten years ago in Leeds, D .C. Merton, as
he then was, had a complaint lodged

against him.

A young female criminal claimed that he
stole her purse when she refused him

sexual favours.

It's on his record. Take a look.

The woman in Leeds withdrew it. The case
never went to court, yet it stays on

his record. Is that fair?

Mike, all I'm saying is, do any of us
really know Merton?

He's not been here that long.

Well, long enough.

He risked his life trying to save Tom.

And was devastated when he died.

Look, we've just lost one good couple
here. Do we really want to lose another?

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

Mike?

Shiner says if you take time off for
unofficial inquiries, you'll find

suspended.

Understood?

Yes, Alf, understood.

Well, Alf's in a very difficult
position, Mike.

He's got a job to do.

I know.

Even so, I've been thinking about
checking out this other woman's

The one that was withdrawn.

I'd be very careful if I were you.

I managed to take a look at Vivian
Keane's references. They're excellent.

I also managed to talk to two of her
previous bosses.

She's as straight as a die.

I'll keep digging, Oscar.

There's got to be something.

Vernon! Vernon aren't with you tonight.

How is he?

I don't know, Oscar.

He's been to the doctors a lot. I
thought he might be ill.

Physically ill.

But there's also these mood swings.

I mean, I'm beginning to think the
problem may be more up here.

You think he might be losing his
marbles?

Hi there.

Ernie?

Sure.

Just get up for a fancy dress party or
something.

No.

I mean, you've got to be with it,
haven't you? Girls today like a casual

don't they?

Oh, well, depending on her.

Yes, sort of.

Need another prescription?

Dr Thumb is out on calls.

Oh, is she?

Sorry, then.

Shame. You shame.

Why not come back later?

Yeah, right.

No.

Mandy Shaw.

Who wants to know?

Mike Bradley.

I'm a police officer.

I haven't been bothered by you lot for a
while.

What do you want?

It's not official.

It's to do with a colleague of mine
who's in trouble. I thought you might be

able to help.

Me? Help a copper?

Get lost.

It concerns the D .P. Merton and an
allegation you made against him ten

ago. Merton?

What about him?

Can I come in?

I've had enough of this.

There is something obviously very wrong
with you, Bernard.

You're going to lose your whole
business.

Everything.

Can't go on like this, Doctor.

You should see him in there.

I mean, one minute he's happy as Larry,
spending money on stupid clothes, the

next minute he's back down in the dumps
again.

Well, I've examined him several times.
He's in reasonable physical health.

I think it's all in his head.

Do you think he needs to see a shrink?

No, I shouldn't have thought so.

But there is a clinic at the hospital. I
could fix up an appointment if it'll

put your mind at rest.

I would be grateful.

Call it three, Bob, eh?

You alleged he demanded sex, then stole
your purse when you refused.

That's right.

Well, you later withdrew the complaint.

My word against it.

I'd got a record.

Police put pressure on me to drop it.

Mandy, I need to know the truth.

Did he steal your purse?

Yeah. Yeah, he did.

OK.

Thanks for your time.

No, wait.

Bothered me for a while.

I made the whole thing up.

Why? I was young. Had fallen in with the
wrong crowd.

Did some break -ins for kicks.

DC Merton spoke up for me in court.

I got offered probation.

Other think gang got sent down.

They wanted revenge.

Threatened me.

Forced me to make up stories against
him. It was a try -on.

Who were this gang?

Scum.

Frank Payton and his crowd.

I'm out of all that now.

Been straight for years.

Tell Merton I'm sorry.

OK.

Sit down.

Thanks.

Look, I know you told me not to get
involved, but I thought you might like

know Mandy Shores admitted her story was
a pack of lies.

Well, I'm glad she's come clean.

She might even be willing to give D .I.
Shiner a statement to set your past

record straight.

Not going to help me with the current
charge, is it?

Yeah, there could be a connection to
similar allegations against you. Well,

Mandy Shaw had a record knocked about on
the criminal fringes.

Vivian's squeaky clean. I don't see the
connection.

You say Mandy's never even heard of her?

Oh, that's right. Well, what about the
gang who put her up to it?

Career criminals, Frank Payton's lot.

Dave Jackman, Terry Wills.

Nasty bunch. Any of those have a
connection to Vivian Keane, I wonder?

Leeds is their patch.

Seems unlikely.

If you rob banks, you're not working
them.

I'll get more whiskey.

Look, there is one avenue of inquiry you
can help me with.

People at the bank remember Vivian Keane
celebrating when her divorce came

through. Well, how can I help?

Well, D .I. Shiner has got her driving
license down at the station.

An issuing tax office could trace her
maiden name through that.

Nothing wrong with seeing a shrink, you
know, Bernard.

It's only to see if I'm going mad.

No. Well, no.

There's nothing wrong with me.

It's just you read certain stages in
life where you take...

You look around and you wonder where all
the dreams went.

Dreams? The desires you once had.

You think, why not live again?

Why not try for the moon?

Why not dream?

Why not?

Because you're driving me bonkers,
that's why not.

I'm going to say a series of words.

After each, I want you, instinctively,
to say the first thing that comes to

mind.

I'm sorry.

A bug.

Death. Living.

Dying.

Flowers.

Funeral.

Interesting.

I'm an undertaker.

Ah,

Miss Vivian Keane.

Puzzling, isn't it?

Maybe she never married.

Just used the name Mrs Keane for the
sake of a child.

Well, if she wasn't married, why
celebrate a divorce?

All right, if she was married, who was
her husband?

And what was her married name?

How do we find that?

As is next of kin, Doctor, am I allowed
to know the results?

Insofar as it can be said of any of us,
your brother, Mr. Scripps, is perfectly

sane.

Goodbye, Mr. Scripps.

You'll meet me in my professional
capacity.

I hope it's some considerable time
before I meet you in yours.

Light of my life, thou art of fresh and
beautiful hue.

How can I ever be worthy of you?

Oh, no.

He's not mad.

He's in love.

Now, you take it easy. Don't overdo
things.

Mr.

Scripps. All right, you'd better come
in. No, just a minute.

I need to see you first, Doctor.

It's very urgent.

Light of my life.

Vision of my hope.

I'd give it all up for you, even if I
was the Pope.

That is awful poetry.

Yes, but don't you see? This is what
it's all about.

He's fallen passionately in love.

Hence the highs and the lows he's
smitten.

Well, there's not much I can do about
that, I'm afraid.

I mean, do you know the object of this
affection?

Well, who's he been coming to see all
this time?

Whose waiting room has he been sitting
in for days on end?

Oh, no.

It's as plain as a pikestaff, Doctor.

He's infatuated with you.

Bernard, you and me need to talk.

Oh, Bert, I've got to get a
prescription.

Now. Come on.

Come on.

Well, she has a teenage son.

Yes, so the marriage would be, what, 15,
16 years ago.

Yeah, maiden name of Keen.

That's K -E -E -N.

Yes.

Well, I'll be very grateful.

We've all done it, Bernard.

Fallen for someone we can't have.

We dream of the unobtainable.

Remember when I fell for Gladys
Northover?

The Greta Garbo of Pickering.

I worshipped that woman from afar.

Married a little bald bloke.

Ran a donkey business on Skegness Beach.
Broke my heart.

Better to have loved and lost than never
to have loved at all.

No, Bernard.

It's time to wake up.

She's with someone.

Nice guy.

For a copper, any road.

He's more her age. They're well suited.

And I've watched them in the pub.

Perhaps if she knew how I felt, if she
heard me put it into words.

No, Bernard.

I've read your words. It's got to stop.

I'll help you through the pain.

Thanks, Ren.

As brothers go, you're not a bad lad.

Oscar, come in. Thanks.

Well, I think we might be getting
somewhere.

Great. Yeah, Vivian Keane's married name
was Peyton. Her ex -husband was Frank

Peyton.

You're in trouble.

Why? I've done all my reports. I was up
till all hours.

It's because you ordered this.

A squad car dropped it in for you from
Criminal Records.

Yeah, well, I need it.

Frank Payton.

Ex -husband of Vivian Keane.

He's got form going back 20 years.

Mike! My office, please.

You can't say I didn't warn you, Mike.

I mean, Merton's been investigated by
his senior officer.

You've no right to meddle in another
inquiry.

No, Phil, not now.

No, it's important, Alf.

Look, his face looks familiar to me and
it's come to me where I've seen it

recently. When Shana and me went to
visit Mrs Keane, a man in a gasboard

came to read the meter.

It's him.

Payton.

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

I've never heard of Frank Payton.

Mrs Keane, you were married to him.

He was seen by a visiting police officer
in this house posing as a gasboard

worker. He was also seen at Sergeant
Merton's house prior to your purse being

found there.

You're in very serious trouble.

I thought I'd left him behind forever,
but he traced me somehow.

Threatened to ruin my career.

Tell the bank that I'd been married to
an armed robber.

So you agreed to frame an innocent man
to save your job?

He threatened to tell Richard as well.

My son has absolutely no idea who his
father is.

And he certainly doesn't know that he's
a violent criminal.

I've worked and I've scrimped and I've
saved to give him an honest...

Normal, proper life and... Oh, God, I'm
sorry. I'm so sorry.

Making a false allegation is a very
serious offence.

I know.

I know, and I hate myself.

I'm sure that Dennis Merton is a fine
and honest man, and I'm truly, truly

sorry.

If you were to cooperate...

We might be able to help. I'll do
anything. I just don't want the past to

out.

I don't think D .I. Shiner will be too
happy us solving his case for him.

Oh, Doctor, could I have a word?

My brother Bernard feels he's made a bit
of a fool of himself.

I think he'd like to apologise.

Oh. I'm not sure that's necessary.

Please, it won't take long.

Well, come on.

There's only me and Jenny here at the
moment.

Hello.

Without being unduly pessimistic, I
think you can prepare yourselves for the

possibility of a new sergeant.

Sorry to interrupt, Sarge. I just need a
word with the DI.

Yes, Bellamy? Mrs King's just phoned in.
I got the impression something was

troubling her.

She wouldn't confide in me. Asked if you
might drop by, sir.

Did she say why?

She just said she had total confidence
in your impartiality.

She said she trusted you, sir.

Hmm.

All right.

Let's see what she wants.

Time ages all of us eventually on the
outside.

But inside many of us, the fires of
youth still smoulder, and it only takes

small spark to set them alight.

It's true what they say.

No fool like an old fool.

And I realise now how pathetic and silly
the whole thing was, and I'm sorry.

I won't bother you any more.

There'll always be a small corner of my
heart that's especially for you.

Thank you.

I'm very flattered. That was really
nice. Thank you, Bernie.

Dr Somerby, I wasn't talking to you.

What? I was talking to Jenny.

Jenny?

Take care, love.

So that's why he kept coming back for
the pills.

I want to make a confession to a police
officer that I trust.

Confession? I've allowed myself to be
part of a conspiracy to ruin Sergeant

Merton's career.

Go on.

It's not been an easy decision.

That's probably him now. Just wait here
and listen.

What's the problem?

I'm frightened.

I needed to see you.

Better not be losing your nerve, Viv.
You know what'll happen if you do.

Look, I planted the purse.

All you've got to do is get into that
box and nail him.

He's got no chance.

You cow.

You set me up.

Hey, go!

Go!

Who is this man?

My ex -husband.

Frank Payton.

All charges against you will be dropped,
Sergeant.

Peyton will be charged with conspiracy
to pervert the course of justice.

He's wanted in Leeds for other inquiries
as well.

What about Vivian Keane?

She made a false accusation.

It's a serious offence.

Frank Peyton was blackmailing her.

It's him I want to see banged up.

I'd rather we didn't go hard on her.

Well, if you don't want to pursue it, we
don't necessarily have to bring

charges. A caution might suffice.

I'd prefer that.

Very well.

So, Bradley, you see, by taking an
impartial line, I gained Mrs King's

confidence, and we got to the truth.

Sir.

Thanks for stepping in, Alf.

First -rate job.

Nice manoeuvre, Alf.

Great to have you back, Sarge.

Like you, sir.

Excuse me.

It was an appalling thing I did.

I've come to say I'm truly sorry.

I've told Richard everything now, and
I've also talked to the bank, and

prepared to keep me on.

That's good.

Yeah.

I've been extremely lucky to get away so
lightly.

Yeah.

Except that I haven't.

Because I ruined it.

Well, I think that we might have.