Original subtitles

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

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

Morning Yeah,

I'll

be back there as soon as I can

How is he?

He has a head injury.

Possibly broken ribs.

We'll know for certain after x -ray.

What happened?

It was a hidden run by a car. I got a telephone call from an eyewitness.

Ambulance is on its way.

Did you get a name for the witness?

Albert Wilson.

He's a patient of mine. Lives down the road.

Where is he now?

He's an estate agent.

He was in a rush to meet a client at a property.

He said he'd contact you as soon as he's free.

A neighbour just told me.

How is he?

And you are a mum?

Margaret Cross.

I'm Peter's mother -in -law. I live here.

I just got back from taking Natalie to school.

She's Peter's daughter.

He's not going to die, is he?

He's severely concussed. But his pulse is steady.

I think he'll be fine once he gets to hospital.

Oh, thank goodness.

Well, you all right, Millie?

Oh, we're all right.

I'll tell her.

It's Mr...

Mr. Redman.

Er, no, I can't tell you when you'll have them.

Because I don't know what they are.

Oh, she's just a... I'll just tell you you called.

Yeah, right. Bye, Mr. Redman.

That was Mr. Redman.

And he said he wants...

Three packets. That's what I like to hear. And before that, there was Mr.

Slater, and he wants four packets.

Even better.

Why can't you talk, Mam Peggy? Why do I have to do it? We've agreed a price.

Any more chat would be an invitation for us to nibble our profit.

What are you selling?

It's not eggs, is it?

Not eggs, David.

No.

Did you talk to Mr Roberts?

He was still out cold when the ambulance took him away.

Ashfordly Police Station.

What about Mr Wilson, the witness who called out Dr Trent? I haven't spoke to

him either, no. Why not?

Well, he's an estate agent, sir. He was on his way to meet a client. He told Dr

Trent he'd contacted them and he's free. Not good enough.

Thanks for that. Witnesses who leave the scene of an accident need to be

reminded of their public duty.

That was Dr Trent. She has just left Mr Roberts at the hospital.

How is he? Oh, he's again consciousness, and he's, uh, out of danger.

Mr. Roberts, P .P. Walker, Aidensfield Police.

Yeah, I know you are, Mr. Walker.

It's been you around.

Mrs. Susan, what?

You'll see.

Miss Watts?

How are you feeling?

Yeah, not too bad.

Could have been much worse.

Has my daughter been told?

Mrs. Cross is dealing with it.

You know, I could have been with Natty. I sometimes take her to school. Don't

upset yourself.

Just you think about getting well.

What do you remember, sir?

Um... Not much.

I heard the car coming up behind me, and I tried to turn.

Tried to put myself out of harm's way, but... The next thing I remember is...

waking up in here.

You didn't get a good look at the car.

I'm too fat.

I'm sorry.

I hope you get whoever did this.

That maniac could have killed Peter.

Here they come again.

Catch us if you can.

Time to get a move on.

We will yell with all of our lives.

Catch us if you can.

Catch us if you can.

Catch us if you can.

Catch us if you can.

Right.

You keep watch, David.

And if anything in the uniform starts nosing around, suit them.

You took

your time.

Sorry, but we have a problem.

It's someone to see you, Rob.

Mr Wilson.

He reckons he can identify the car, Mr Roberts.

Including registration.

Chapter and verse.

Mr Wilson, my eyewitness, Sarge.

Sorry I had to rush away, Sergeant.

You were an eyewitness to an accident, Mr Wilson. You should have waited until

you'd spoken to a police officer.

Sorry, but I had a client waiting to see a property.

Well, you're here now, Mr Wilson.

And no less busy than I was before.

What exactly did you see?

Enough to know it was no accident.

The man in that car knew exactly what he was doing.

You promised me, Dennis.

You gave me your word as a thief and a gentleman.

I tried, Peg, but the regular consignment.

The seawater got them. A pipe burst down below.

And what about my customers?

They trust me like I trusted you.

I won't leave you empty -handed.

These are new to me, but, well, they're useful to take in.

Where did you get them?

I don't know who brought them in, but a mate saw them stashed in a locker, and,

well, here they are.

Empire gold?

Well, what sort of a cigarette's that?

All right, they're foreign, but, well, they light up, same as any other copper

nail.

Where is he?

Over there.

He's not a copper.

He's naval.

You said that he wanted a uniform.

Thank

you.

We're obliged to be of your help, Mr Wilson, even though it was a trifle late

the day.

Thank you very much, sir.

Thank you, Mr Walker.

Anything more I can do, just let me know.

The car is a Ford Angler.

It's registered owner is a Derek Wallace and... Well, there's the address.

They're making progress.

But if Mr Wilson is right, it was not a hit and run. Asperley Police Station. He

claims it was deliberate.

If it was attempted murder, it follows that somebody's out to get Mr Roberts.

Bellamy, look into his situation.

Yes, Arch, it's PC Younger reporting in. The fire brigade are dealing with a car

blaze out off the Elson Bay Road.

Well, tell Younger to deal with it.

It's a maroon Ford Anglia estate.

Could be the one you're looking for.

Same registration, Sarge.

Kid saw nothing.

Arrange to have it taken away.

And knock on doors.

See if anybody saw our suspect playing with fire.

Aye, Sarge.

Let's see what the owner has to say for himself.

That's all right?

Yes.

Sergeant Miller, Ashfordly Police.

This is P .T. Walker.

Are you the owner of a Ford Anglia estate registration number KPU 103C?

I am. I mean, I was. I just got back from work and found it gone.

Are you claiming it's been stolen?

Well, it's not where I left it. I didn't lend it to anyone.

Have you reported it missing?

Not yet. Like I said, I just got back from work.

Do I know you, Mr. Wallace?

I've never met you before in my life.

This is where I left it.

When did you park it here?

Late last night.

And you didn't check to see if it's still here this morning?

There was no need to.

And why's that, sir?

Look, could someone tell me what's going on?

A serious offence was committed this morning by somebody driving your car, Mr

Wallace. Nothing to do with me.

I've got an alibi to prove it.

You need an alibi to explain your movements, Mr Wallace?

I'm telling you, I was nowhere near my car this morning. I was collected and

taken to work by my boss.

Your employer's name is?

Elsa Jenner.

She owns a chain of air salons. I'm a trainee hairdresser at one of them.

Dreams, off the high street.

I'm not fully satisfied with your explanation, Mr Wallace.

I'm especially to come with us to the station.

What? You're nicking me?

No, I am not nicking you, as you describe it. I'm inviting you to assist

our inquiries.

You've decided to show your face, then?

Yeah, sorry, I had to go to Whitby with the... Some family business to take care

of, Bernie.

I've got a burial coming up. Rosie's constantly interrupted having to attend

the pumps.

All right, well, I'll do that.

And I'll see he does it right.

I'm not altogether sure I want you getting in the way of things here,

It's no trouble.

And what are friends for if not to show willing in times of need?

Sorry, but I don't know Peter Roberts.

Like I said, I was nowhere near Edensfield this morning. I was at work.

I trust you can prove that.

I will when my boss gets here.

She's taking her time.

She's a busy woman.

Wallace has

form. I had a feeling he might.

Takes time for the smell of prison to wash off.

Convictions for assault, aggravated assault, some borstal, short stretch in

prison. Besides, I've checked out Peter Roberts.

He's got no form, no bad death, dedicated family man.

In fact, he's as clean as a cotton bud.

Walker, talk to the Roberts family. Find out if they know Wallace.

Yes, sir.

Adventress, recall Mr Wilson.

Tell him he's setting up an identity parade.

Sorry to lumber you with all this, Nan.

Don't fuss.

When Natalie's at school, I have more free hours than ways to fill them.

Well, soon we'll be off your hands for good, eh?

If you're sure it's for the best, especially for Natalie. Her interests

first.

Mr Walker, how nice to see you again.

Mrs Cross, Mr Robert.

I have a few questions. Won't take long.

How can we help?

We've located the car involved in the incident.

It belongs to a man called Derek Wallace.

Does that name ring a bell?

I don't think so.

He's young, 23 years of age.

Works in a hairdressing salon called Dreams.

Oh, I've never heard of him.

You, Mrs Cross?

I'm sorry.

I wish I could help.

So, this, um... Derek Wallace, was he the driver?

Well, he denied it and said his car was stolen.

What makes you think we might know this young man?

We have an eyewitness.

He claims it wasn't an accident.

A deliberate attempt, in fact, to kill or injure Mr Roberts.

Are you serious?

He signed a statement to that effect.

Is there anyone that you've fallen out with recently?

Someone at work? A client, maybe?

Well, I mean... Probably having me ups and downs with people, but...

Not to the point where they'd want to kill me.

Nor does he gamble or owe money.

Peter's a fine man, officer.

A wonderful father to Natalie.

And I couldn't ask for a better son -in -law.

David, I need a dark partner tonight.

Can I count on you?

I think I'm good enough.

I hope so.

Jeff Younger fancies his chances.

I'm bringing some girl with him.

Especially the regular Robin Hood with the arrow.

Well, not this story.

Well, give it a go.

I'll see to it.

At your service, Mr Pritchard.

This will just take a minute or two.

Time enough to tip you the wink about our new promotion.

Oh, it's a real bargain.

Bargain, eh?

You won't mention the murder business to Natalie?

No, that won't be necessary. I don't want her upset again. Not after the

terrible time she had when she left her mum.

Jane, my daughter.

What happened, Mrs Cross?

To Jane?

I can't crash.

She was a wonderful girl.

We were so very close.

Still, we've got Natalie.

She's the very image of Jane, you know.

I'll let you do these things to me.

My friends keep telling me that you ain't no good.

What? Oh, but they don't know that I'd leave you if I

could.

That car was belting on.

It was only a split second off, but that chap, second from the end, I think it's

him.

We have to be 100 % certain. I can't be that certain, Sergeant.

Sorry. Just a strong feeling that he's a driver.

Thanks, Mr. Dawson.

Bellamy. Did Mr. Parade? Right, Sarge.

Did Mr. Wilson identify Wallace?

Almost certain.

Close, but not a positive ID.

I've spoken to Mrs. Cross and Mr. Roberts, and they've never heard of

Can Mr. Roberts think of anyone who might want to have a go at him?

No. No, the family are completely baffled by any notion of an attempted

I've come about Derek Wallace. He was brought in here earlier.

Miss Jenner? Yes.

What's this about Derek? What's he doing in here?

All in good time, Miss Jenner.

We can talk inside.

Is this it?

Yes.

Her home address would have been more helpful.

Like I said, she never gives it out.

Never mind. We know her name.

She won't be difficult to find.

Don't worry. Peggy won't give you no trouble.

I'm reassured to hear it, Mr. Flowers.

We prefer to settle these matters in a civilized fashion.

We will be looking for your friend.

But if you find her first...

Be sure to ring this number.

How long have you employed Derek Wallace?

About a year now.

I took him on as a trainee.

He had talent. God, I'd like him.

How well did you know him before you employed him?

I knew he'd been in trouble with the police, if that's what you're implying.

Is that why you've pulled him in here?

Because he has a record?

We have an eyewitness, Miss Jenner.

He believes he saw Mr Wallace driving the car that hit Mr Roberts.

And what time was this?

Ten to nine this morning.

Well, at ten to nine, Derek was with me.

Are you sure?

Look, I own three salons.

Every Tuesday, I supply them with products.

Today is Tuesday.

Every Tuesday morning, Derek drives me in the car whilst I deliver.

And what time did you deliver today?

We started at eight.

Finished around 11 .30, I dropped Eric off and got on with my day.

I don't know who your eyewitness saw, but it wasn't Eric Wally.

Hey.

Oh, Dr Trent.

Good news.

I've just seen your X -ray results.

You're in the clear.

Oh, that's wonderful.

So when can we take him home?

Tomorrow. The bruising will be a bit painful for a while.

He will be so spoiled he won't feel a thing.

Well, I won't disturb you.

Dr Trent.

PC Walker said that the car accident... Well, that it was deliberate.

I wasn't aware of that.

So you wouldn't know if the police know anything more, would you?

No.

I can find out for you, though. Put it out of your mind, Peter.

Just think about us all being at home.

That's it.

All done.

Sorry for any inconvenience. Not to worry. These things happen.

Put a spell on you.

Wow.

Empire Gold.

Kind of sticky today.

Where did you get that?

A customer handed them in.

Claims they were being flogged on the cheap by someone in the pub.

I'll see what they're up to.

OK.

Rosie. Hi.

We've been waiting for you to join us.

Didn't want to disturb you and your girlfriend, did we, David?

Well, no, not until it's time to play darts.

Who says she's my girlfriend?

Well, you look so cosy together.

Karen's my cousin.

I brought her here especially to meet you.

What, not to play darts?

I don't want to play darts.

I've told her ever so much about... Oh,

steady.

Mr Pritchard, isn't it?

I'd want your money, sir.

Do you mind how you go?

Yes?

What are you doing here?

On insolvency.

Room for one more.

Rob, I didn't see you come in.

No, I didn't say that. Don't, Rob.

You don't know what I'm going to say. I could guess, but I won't.

My granny told me never to tangle with a married woman.

I'll still be a married woman for a little while longer.

Right.

Very easy to forget about it.

I'm trying hard not to.

I hope you are too.

I repeat it three times every night.

Just before bed.

They want them back.

Every last cigarette.

Don't be daft.

I've started to shift them.

You don't understand, Peggy. They're not the type to take no for an answer.

What's so special about this dick and all fucks anyway? I probably have to pay

for them to take them off my hands.

They're not real.

Well, I mean, they look the real thing with tobacco and the machine rolled and

that, but with something added.

I've stumbled into a drug thing.

How's Mr Roberts?

Doing fine.

He'll be out tomorrow.

Your eyewitness contacted us. We found the car and maybe the guy who drove it.

You'd think that family had suffered enough.

Peter's wife, Jane, died in a car crash.

Mrs Crash told me.

I thought she'd also tell you that Peter was the driver.

No.

Wow.

But they seem as close as you can get as a family.

What have you given her?

Just a port and lemon.

She doesn't look well, Jeff.

No.

Best of grown.

Come on, Karen.

It's not enough to suspect that Wallet is our man. We have to prove it.

As for Jenna, she could just be covering for him.

She may be involved in this deeper than we know.

Well, I'll speak to the family again. No -one's mentioned the name Jenner to

them yet.

Do that.

Bellamy, take a closer look at Roberts' work and colleagues.

Talk to them. Maybe we missed out on something there.

Right, Sarge.

Ventress, check out Elsa Jenner. Go back as far as you can.

And remember, all of you, we are looking for a motive that points to a

connection between Wallace, Jenner and Mr Roberts.

What do you want me to do, Sergeant?

Nothing, Younger.

I want you to stay here and make the tea.

It could be a very busy day.

Well, he's probably smoked some of them. But he's thrown the rest away.

Oh, what now?

I just remembered another packet.

The one I sold to that young Ashfordly copper.

A copper?

Not only will you get us killed, you'll get us nicked to boot.

Hours of fags.

Just when the job's a bit more stressful.

Here.

Have one of these.

Oh, sure.

Didn't know you smoked.

Oh, I don't.

Bought them last night for Karen.

Your girlfriend?

Me cousin.

Where did you get these?

I bought them off Peggy Armstrong in pub.

Why?

Look, these Empire Gold are what I think they are.

You're in trouble, lad.

You've missed Nan.

She's out shopping.

It's Peter I need to see.

Well, don't tire him out.

He's got 15 days to get himself fit and well.

Our wedding day.

Oh, is that close?

Well, that was planned long before this business happened.

Well, another good reason for him to get well.

It's going to be a fresh start all round, Mr Walker.

Peter's got a new job down south.

So after the wedding, we're moving on.

The whole family?

Just me and Peter.

And Natalie, of course.

Not Mrs Cross?

We think she'll be happier here.

Won't she miss you all?

I'm sure she will, at first.

But this family's had its troubles.

Peter thinks that for Natalie, for our marriage, it's time to put the past

behind us.

Mr Walker, Peter.

Just a few more questions.

Have you found that driver yet?

We believe it's the man I mentioned yesterday, Derek Wallace.

I've been racking my brains over that name.

Sorry, it's still a complete blank.

We think someone else might have been involved. A woman named Elsa Jenner?

You know her?

Mr Roberts and Miss Jenner were seriously involved until he left her for

late wife.

That's when Jenner got obsessive. Started phoning him, following him, and

threatening him.

He claims Elsie Jenner made his life hell.

When was this?

About ten years ago.

Show him, Mr Ventress.

A police report of ten years ago.

A complaint by Peter Roberts against Elsa Jenner for persistent harassment.

Ten years.

It's a long time to hold a grudge.

It's a motive, which is what this case lacked.

And a strong one.

Yeah, but we still can't prove that Wally was driving the car.

No, but we can connect him to Roberts through Jenner.

It's circumstantial, but it's compelling.

I'll talk to HQ.

We've got another problem.

What to do with the case? No.

P .C. Younger has been caught pushing drugs.

Pushing drugs?

Well, to who?

To me.

Why don't I just tell them that we're out?

You know my baby.

She won't let me in.

I've got a few pittance.

I'm going to buy myself a bottle of gin.

And then I'm going to call my buddy.

On the telephone.

They're gone.

Do we know what's in her mouth?

Nothing I can name, but there's a strong whiff of cannabis.

I've got a mate who's got a connection with a lab.

I'll see what he can find out.

All right, question.

How do we let Sergeant Miller know that one of his officers has been buying

drugs in Aidensfield?

And foisting them onto his colleagues?

I wasn't to know.

Well, you had no right buying anything from Peggy Armstrong.

The career's over before it's even begun.

Great. Oh, take it easy.

I'll find Peggy and see what's what.

We've had the all clear.

We can go after Wallace and Jenna.

Not now.

Come for a short back and side?

We'd like to talk to you about Peter Roberts, Miss Jar.

Why?

You lied when you said you didn't know him.

Do you still deny it?

You think you can come in here, interfere with my business?

We have a search warrant, Miss Jar.

Would you please answer the question?

I had nothing to do with what happened to Peter Roberts.

We have reason to believe otherwise.

I'm the one you want.

She had no idea I was going after Roberts.

It's down to me and no one else.

Now leave her alone.

Bring them both in.

I've been thinking about damaging Roberts ever since Elsa told me about

Attack a man for something he did ten years ago?

It was overdue.

He still had it coming.

Getting revenge on Peter Roberts mattered that much, did it, to Miss

Elsa had nothing to do with it.

I never even mentioned it to her.

Well, she gave you a false alibi, so she has to be involved.

I asked her to cover for me.

She didn't know why. She didn't even ask.

She's the only one who ever trusted me.

Well, we think you're protecting her.

Think what you like.

You want to do time, do you?

For a woman who's using you? You watch your mouth.

It's not like that between Elsa and me. Elsa had nothing to do with it.

Nothing.

OK?

The Peter Roberts thing is ancient history.

It was a bad time for me.

A mistake.

But it's long behind me now.

You deny knowing that Wallace planned to attack Mr Roberts?

Of course I deny it.

I'm not responsible for Derek.

We know that you two are in a relationship, Miss Jan.

Is that a crime too, Mr Miller?

Your private life is your own business.

Inciting Mr Wallace to attack another man is ours.

Well, you'll have to prove that.

How did Wally know about you and Mr Roberts?

I suppose I told him.

People share things in a relationship.

I regret it now.

Regret what, Miss Jenner?

Confiding in Derek.

How was I to know he'd have such possessive feelings about me?

I can see it in court.

Jenna playing the innocent benefactor of a possessive, violent young man she

tried to help.

It'll only work as long as Wally sticks to his story.

We need evidence.

You two go back to the salon. Search the premises.

Ventress!

Where's Mr Ventress?

Oh, someone needed urgent advice on a drug problem.

He offered to take it on for us.

Very noble.

But I want him here when I need him.

It's all right for me, Mr Ventress.

Not official, is it, Alf?

I mean, were you arriving in a police car?

I borrowed it without permission because I had to get here quick to stop you

being put on charges, Peggy.

Charges? What for?

For this lot.

Here we go.

Find this.

Look.

Three weeks ago, a cheque for a grand was paid into Jenna's account.

It's a tidy sum. It's a one -off payment as well.

Nothing like that amount ever goes through her account.

I'd like to know and give her that.

Me too.

But why don't I take all this to the bank? See what I can find out, eh?

Charge.

Yeah, I'm at the salon.

There's something you should see.

Is this the lot, then?

Everything we've got left.

These friends of Mr Flowers, what happens if they come by?

Leave it to me.

Dennis, have you still got that phone number they gave you?

Yes, but... No argument.

Just do exactly as I say.

All of you.

Mrs Cross's name is scattered throughout these appointment loads.

She knows Jenna, which means she must know Wallace.

Something she's denied from day one.

Can she be involved in this?

I thought she got on with Roberts.

Yeah, so did I.

Do you know about the family situation?

Mr Roberts' wife died in a car crash.

She was Mrs Cross's daughter.

Peter was the driver.

When was this?

A couple of years ago. But something else, Sarge.

Peter's getting married and moving away.

He's taking Natalie and Susan with him, but not Mrs Cross.

What are you saying?

She's arranged to kill her own son -in -law.

I'll check for a grand.

We know who gave it Jenna.

Who? Well, that's the weird thing.

The bank say it's from Mrs Cross.

Ah, yes.

You can mention my source.

Thank you.

My mate on the Whitley squad is passing it on to a detective inspector at

headquarters.

They're going to be pleased with you, Peggy.

Isn't that nice?

Mr Walker, Mr Miller, come in. I'll tell Peter you're here.

It's you we came to see, Mrs Cross.

Well, come in.

You admit you know Elsa Jenner and Derek Wallace?

Of course.

I didn't want Peter to know I used Elsa's salon.

It would have upset him.

I'm sure it would.

Jenna tried to destroy his relationship with your daughter.

That was so long ago, Mr Walker.

Why continue to use the sound?

Loyalty to someone who gave me good service.

We were friends long before she fell out with Peter, you know.

If it's all so innocent, why try and conceal it from us?

I'm sorry about that, but as I say, it was to spare Peter.

Three weeks ago, you paid £1 ,000 to Miss Jenner.

Why was that?

A personal matter, Sergeant.

None of your business, really.

It is, if the money was payment to attack Mr Roberts.

Why on earth would I want to harm Peter?

Perhaps you blamed him for the death of your daughter.

How dare you bring my daughter into this?

Peter was also moving away from here, taking Natalie with him. You can say

you wish. That is your privilege.

But it doesn't alter the fact that you're talking utter nonsense.

What was the money for?

A personal loan, Sarge, and just helping a friend out.

That's all.

If Wallace sticks to his story, he and Jenna could walk away from this.

Unless we can get Wallace talking.

He won't budge.

He's completely under her thumb.

There may be a way, Sarge.

We know Jenna got paid serious money by Mrs Cross.

But what if Wallace knows nothing about it?

Remember Mrs Cross, a regular customer at the salon?

Maybe. What about her?

Mrs Cross gave Elsa £1 ,000 to get rid of Peter Roberts.

That's a lie.

Mrs Cross wanted him dead.

Elsa offered to arrange it for payment.

You, being the mug, you did her dirty work.

Yeah.

Sure. You thought you were taking revenge for the woman you love.

You still believe it?

Elsa wouldn't lie to me.

Look, that's a girl.

She's outside.

They're saying you were given money to get rid of Roberts.

They're lying.

We know that Mrs Cross paid you £1 ,000, Miss Jenner.

Who told you that?

Mrs Cross.

She's an old woman. She's confused.

Is this your bank statement?

Yes, that's mine, but that money... Show it to Mr Wallace.

We've underlined the transaction.

It's true.

That old bird gave you a thousand quid.

Not what it seemed, Derek.

A grand for Miss Jenner and for you. Who knows how many years in prison.

That's how much she cared for you, Derek.

Anthony, is it true?

It was a loan, Derek.

It had nothing to do with Peter Roberts.

A loan?

You don't need a loan.

What's going on, Elsa?

No... You don't have to say anything.

I want to know now. Keep your idiot mouth shut!

It's true.

All that stuff about how much we meant to each other.

It was just a lie to set me up.

For money.

It wasn't my idea.

Blame Nan Cross, the vicious old cow.

She just kept going on at me to sort out Peter until... Until I didn't know

which way to turn.

Who was your friend, Mr Flowers?

Mr Ventress. He helped get the merchandise back.

What about my outgoings? Nobody said a word about them.

We're leaving you something far more precious than your outgoings, Mrs

Armstrong.

I have been

removed.

Mr Roberts says he'll ask the courts to be lenient with you. For Natalie's sake.

I don't need that man's pity.

Never could stand him.

Maybe that's why he decided to take Natalie away.

He had no right to take Natalie anywhere. She is mine.

In a way that she could never be his.

He'd already taken one child away from me.

Why should I allow him to take another?

Perhaps you should have talked to him.

The man who killed my daughter.

And who now comes to me and says, as cool as you please, that he intends to

steal my grandchild.

I don't beg from people like that.

No.

You just try to have them killed.

All I want...

Is that too much to ask?

Pay attention.

I've just returned from HQ.

They congratulate the Ashfordly team for the excellent result in the attempted

murder case.

So, well done on that score.

They also mentioned a successful drugs operation.

Yes, it seems that the combined operation between Whitby and the HQ drug

ended up with an arrest on our patch.

Which raises the unexplained question of how drugs came to be in Aidensfield,

who distributed them, who used them, and how you, Mr Ventress, came to be in a

position to alert Whitby.

I, er, I had a tip -off and passed it on.

A very reliable tip -off, it would seem.

The source?

A local resident.

Who?

Peggy Armstrong.

Peggy Armstrong?

I'm surprised you rely on that woman as a snout.

I even younger here would have more sense than to believe a word that that

says.

Severed quite neatly. I'd guess after death.

Do you mind telling us what you're doing here?

I don't think that's any of your business.

Oh, no, bad dog, no!

Things keep going missing from the workshop.

Leave them where I'll remember them.

Next day, they're gone. We found a bullet.