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

Heartbeat, what does a love kiss say in my memory?

Crikey, David.

Have you brought in the kitchen sink?

How long does Al think he's staying?

I'm sorry, the first loan.

I'm going to go back for Mr Ventress.

Al's staying here?

Yeah. His chimney collapsed in the storm last night.

Went right through his roof.

It missed Mr Ventress by inches, apparently.

And the insurance is saying it was an act of God.

Not even God would dare to drop a chimney on Mr Ventress.

So he's staying here while he thwarts it all out.

Mrs. Ventress has gone to stay at a sister's.

Poor old.

He's really shaken up by it, you know.

Oh, what have you done?

It's a bit early for you, isn't it? I'm not stopping.

Can I have a word?

Yeah, of course.

Come through, Snug.

Then you call me too. She's a regular of mine.

She's got heart conditions.

This won't be doing her much good.

Where's the husband?

Not good.

Oh, can we get her over to Ballistics? Tell them it's urgent.

I'll take her to the rumble inside.

I hope you don't mind me talking to you about it.

No, of course I don't.

All that silly gossip's well died down.

Well, it was Sandy's idea, and it was my weekend to have the kids, and she

offered to bring them. I usually collect them.

And then she offered to stay, said the kids would benefit from us spending time

as a family again.

And did they?

They loved it.

So did I. I slept on the couch downstairs, of course.

But Sandy and I, we got on so well.

It was like... It was like we had a future.

I haven't realised how much I've missed it.

I'm really pleased for you, Dom.

So what now?

I don't know.

What should I do, Gina?

Well, all I know is his life's too short and you've got to grab what you can

while it's there.

I don't understand.

Who'd want to hurt Ledley?

We'll find that out, Mrs Rumbold.

Are you sure that you didn't see anything?

I'm doing really well, Sonia. I was making a pie.

Chicken and leek, it's his favourite.

I heard they thought it looked like a car backfiring. I went to see what it

Ledley was there, lying there.

The ambulance is ready.

You'll come with me? Of course I will.

Good morning, Ossifer.

Isn't it a beautiful morning?

After the storm, the sky is blue.

I feel... I feel...

Look,

it wasn't an accidental shooting.

You need to get CID over here pronto.

Well, how long?

Well, yes, of course you can hold the fort.

Yeah, well, as soon as you can, please.

I said be quiet!

Are you OK?

God made music to lift the soul, laddie.

Let your soul be lifted out!

Stop that at once!

Georgie!

I can't even credit it.

Georgie Miller as I live in... You are a whippet thin man.

What happened?

Come here.

Georgie, Georgie, Georgie. Put him in a cell, Jonger.

You know him, Sergeant.

No, of course not. Now, go on. Oh, I've seen lots of boys on my devil's way.

But knew my health is better on Bonnie Kate McRae.

Oscar, what else is salt and vinegar? Can you, er... What's wrong with you?

the use of your arm? As well as your senses?

Alf, welcome.

Oh, I'm sorry about the luggage, Gina, but Mrs Ventra's packed.

Well, whatever it takes to make you feel at home.

Oh, it's been an upheaval.

But I am grateful to you for taking me in. But I must pay the going rate. I

insist. No way, Alf.

You're our guest.

You just pay for your drinks.

If you're feeling a bit peckish, go and grab yourself something from the

kitchen.

Do you want a pint?

I've looked through his bits and pieces, Sergeant.

His name's Hewitt Martin.

You do know him? I did.

Hardly recognised him.

Hewitt Martin.

Extraordinary.

We served in the war together.

Oh.

Well, you have a nice little reunion, can't you?

Or not.

But, erm, who's this, too?

Leslie Rumbold.

It's the man who got shot.

Yes.

Yes, that's odd.

Thank you, younger.

You'd best get over to the hospital, give Mason some support.

CID won't be here for a while.

They're overstretched.

We'll be on our own for a day or two.

You all right, Alf?

Oh, grand, thanks.

You did say it was all right to help myself.

Of course it is. So you do.

All that and no potatoes Just ain't right like green tomatoes

Did your husband own a gun, Mrs Rumbold?

Why would he?

He sold insurance.

Broker. Independent.

Rumbold Insurance on Llamas Road.

Do you mind if we took a look around his office and your house?

It's just routine.

Do you think it would help?

The spare keys for the office are in my kitchen dresser in a blue china charm.

Thank you.

Leslie deals with companies all over the country. It's very complicated. He's

away a lot.

And how were things between you?

Has his behaviour changed recently?

Do you have any problems?

No.

No, I don't think so.

It was as if Trump came to the house this morning when Leslie was out.

I don't think that was a problem. He was rather jolly. He made me laugh. I gave

him two bob.

There was this horrible farmer.

Disgruntled client.

Came to the house and shouting the odds.

When was this?

A couple of weeks ago. Maybe ten days.

Leslie saw him off.

You don't think he... Do you know his name?

Sorry.

Leslie's not going to die, is he?

Aidan's filled arms.

The builder says it's going to be at least two weeks.

I don't know what I'm going to do with myself all day.

Well, I am on compassionate leave.

Did I tell you about the chimney?

Several times. There was this crashing sound.

Well, that was your friend, PC Weatherby.

He's on a case.

He can't make tonight, after all.

Oh, yeah.

He said he might pop in.

Hey, what have you done with that poor pie that was in the fridge?

Well, I think I never touched it.

Well, there was a new one in there. Just started.

Oh, sorry, Gina. My fault. I ate it.

What, all of it?

A kitchen -sized pork and egg pie.

Well, you did say make yourself at home.

No sign of a gun at Mr Rumble's house.

The place was clean.

So, we've got a probable German bullet and an angry farmer.

We need to identify him.

You and Weatherby go to Rumble's office, see what you can dig up.

Sergeant Miller, your old friend in the cells, he had Rumble's business card,

didn't he?

Yes, I imagine he was Mrs Rumble's tramp.

Well, he's an old soldier, isn't he?

You know, guns and that.

Yes, well, I'll have a word with him when he comes to.

In the meantime, check local firearm certificates.

If it's a Walter, it'll be registered.

Well, if someone brought it back as a souvenir from the war, then it might not

be. My grandad brought back a Jerry Bayonet from the Somme. It was his pride

joy.

Yes, well, you can share your family reminiscences later.

Get moving.

Doesn't exactly inspire confidence, does it?

If you take a dare, I'll try and file in cabinet.

It's quite a lot of cash here.

I'd better give it to his wife, but she's keeping... Got you.

This one doesn't mince his words.

You're a cheating scumbag, and you're going to pay for it.

Yes. Yes, thank you.

We've got him, Sarge. The man who threatens Mr Rumbold. His name's

Tillman. Longfell Farm.

You'd better get over there right away.

That was the hospital.

Leslie Rumbold died ten minutes ago without regained consciousness.

It's now a murder case.

John, is that you?

He's your friend.

Alf, can you turn the music down?

Hang on. I'll turn the music down.

Yes, Oscar.

The music.

Yes. Mrs. Ventress and I, we like a bit of music before we settle down. We don't

want to wake the baby, do we?

Oh, dear.

I don't think I'll get to sleep without my music.

I'll keep it low.

How's that?

Good.

Let's have a look around, shall we?

I wouldn't if I were you.

I thought you were burglars.

What's up?

You've got an insurance policy from Leslie Rumble.

Oh, don't tell me. He's made a complaint.

I knew he was. Little rump.

I got angry with him.

I threatened him. There, I admit it. But it's him you should be arresting, not

me.

Why did you threaten him, Mr Tillman?

He's handled the insurance on this place for years.

Came round every month for his premium light clockwork, and about six weeks

a barn in Longfield burned down.

I lost a lot of equipment.

So I put my claim in, and nothing.

Not a penny.

Some inconsistency with the paperwork.

Well, that's his fault, surely.

Well, you'd think so.

But one of the many papers I've signed is a disclaimer.

I can't touch him. I'm well out of pocket.

Where were you between one and two this afternoon?

I was with my girlfriend.

I've been all day.

Pub lunch, pictures in the afternoon.

Alfie, a good film, I can recommend it.

Leslie Rumbled was shot this afternoon.

You don't think I did it?

Have you got a firearm certificate or a shotgun certificate?

And can we see any guns that you have on the premises, Mr Tillman?

Very nice.

You've done well for yourself, George.

I never could settle.

Not after the war.

I found out Doreen was messing about with a taxi dermis from Rhyl.

Silly mare.

I went for a drink.

Then I went for a walk.

The birds were singing.

And the night was so beautiful that I thought, this is what I want.

The road.

Freedom.

To let life fill me with joy.

And I kept walking.

And to this day, I'm full of joy.

Sometimes it smells a wee bit like whiskey.

When we locked you up, we found a business card among your positions.

For a Leslie Rumbold.

Oh, yes.

I was coming out of that pub in Articum Hill.

Car knocked me flying.

I banged my head.

Man gave me a card, said he'd seen me right. I was to call round.

He'd make it worth my while, he said.

When was this?

Oh, now you're asking.

What day is it?

Well, he wasn't there anyway.

I met his wife.

Oh, lovely woman.

She gave me two bob.

Georgie, could I stay here tonight?

I'd be no trouble.

We could have a wee sing -song, just like the old days.

You had a decent baritone, as I recall.

Don, off.

Some breakfast for you.

One for the snorer.

Morning, all.

Oh,

Gina. Now, that's what I call a breakfast.

Do we all sleep well? I certainly did.

Oh, good for you.

Now, when I've been to the building, I've got the day to meself. Is there

anything I can do?

Well, we normally take it in turn to wash up the breakfast thing.

Oh, well, that'll be fine. Put my name down for it.

Are you sure you want to release me?

Mrs Rumbles confirmed your conversation with her.

I'm satisfied that that's why you had her husband's car in your pocket.

I kicked it off a few days.

That hell's cosy.

That won't be necessary.

Here.

Take this.

For old time's sake.

There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier... He's not a suspect

then?

No.

We had a long chat last night.

The only person that you and Martin is trying to kill is himself.

Well, thank you, DJ.

How's she doing?

Not great. She needs someone with her. No family.

Morning, Mrs. Rombolt.

I was just passing. I thought I'd drop this back to you.

It was in your husband's office.

Oh.

When was that taken?

I've no idea.

That is your husband, isn't it?

Yes, that's exactly right. I don't know who these other people are.

I have the feeling I've seen that cottage somewhere before, but I can't

where. Well, let's... He'll tell you. He can always explain it.

Oh, no.

Oh,

no.

Ross and me had lunch at the Fox, then went to the one o 'clock at the ABC.

Alfie, it was really depressing.

Did anyone see you?

I'm sure they did.

We weren't the only people there.

Look, Ross wouldn't hurt anyone, even if they deserved it.

Morning, Bernie.

Oh, for heaven's sake!

Sorry, Mr Scrappy. Clean overalls this morning, this.

Take me out.

It's a loose end.

We're fine, thanks, Alf, really.

Oh, David!

Don't fret, I'll get it.

Be my guest.

David, I'll finish this on my own, thanks.

David, Bernie, I need to pick your brains.

I'll pick a dirty circus in here today.

Does this footage look familiar?

Maybe it's Sutton's place at Tipton.

No, no, she's got a big oak tree here in the front.

Could be any one of the dozen places.

Sorry, Joe.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

What else was going to do this?

Yeah, so did I.

Cropped wires, obviously.

Have you ordered the pork pie yet? I was just about to phone the butcher. We

need some Scotch eggs as well.

Well, it's not going to work this, is it?

Nope.

Anyway, are you in a better mood now?

You've been like a grumpy old badger.

Well, it's hardly surprising, is it? With Don Weatherby back on the sniff.

Not this again.

I thought we thought this out ages ago.

I'm thinking about your reputation. This is a small village.

We don't want people... I tell you what I don't want.

Any more of your jealousy.

Jealous. Me.

Don't be ridiculous.

I mean it, Oscar.

You say another word to me or to anyone else about this, I'm done with you for

good.

And I'm not joking.

Anyone news on Tillman?

His girlfriend confirms his alibi. He definitely only has a shotgun licence,

he's keeping the Colt illegally.

There's no Walther's registered in a 20 -mile radius.

That doesn't help us if the gun isn't registered.

One thing I have picked up, I've checked Leslie Rumble's car registration.

And guess what?

It's not his car.

It's registered to a Leslie Millwood.

The address is in state.

State?

I knew I'd seen it before.

Morning, officer.

Something wrong?

Just a couple of routine questions, Mrs... Millwood. Margaret Millwood.

Is your husband's name Leslie?

He's away on business.

Has something happened?

Can you come, love? Can you come now?

Is this your husband?

Yes. Yes. Can we step inside?

Tell me what's happened.

I'm very sorry to inform you.

but your husband died in Ashfordly General last night.

And it would appear, Mrs Millwood, that he was married to someone else, as well

as you.

Mum? What's all this?

Who was first?

I'm sorry?

Who did he marry first? I need to know.

He and Margaret were married in 1947.

We were married in 1943.

We were married in 1943.

We were home on leave.

It was a whirlwind romance.

He was a very romantic man, always.

I suppose they've got children.

A daughter.

She's 21 now.

I would have liked a daughter.

Why couldn't you see?

He said it didn't matter.

Did she kill him, Miss Margaret?

Leave that to the police, eh? Whoever killed Leslie will be brought to

And you had no idea about Mrs Rumbold?

Of course not.

I'd have been round.

I suppose she was younger, was she?

Some blonde with a cleavage.

As he always kept his brains in his trousers.

And you never questioned him working away?

He worked for Macdonald Mutual in Newcastle.

He was there half the week, here the rest.

He had an office in our dining room.

Actually, he was an independent broker with an office here in Ashfordly.

Was it all a lie, then?

All of it?

How can anybody live like that for 20 -odd years and not get found out?

How can anybody afford to?

I could kill him.

I didn't mean that.

God, I didn't.

Don't get him overexcited, Alf.

Oh, we're fine.

You'd better have that on the house.

It's cheese.

We've got no ham left all of a sudden.

Thanks.

It's been a bit of a day.

Carol, you haven't heard any talk about me and Don, have you?

Not that I've heard.

I know. What am I missing?

Nothing. I mean, that's the point.

Ross has got to be in his bonnet again.

I'd like to have someone who worries about you.

Yeah, I suppose so, but I'm not married to him and he's not my dad.

Oh, I could... Swing from Carol. I really could.

And you had no idea your father was leading a double life?

If I had, I'd have said something, wouldn't I?

Anyone would. It'd be human nature.

But he insured your boyfriend, Ross Tillman, and they had a fight. You told

about that this morning.

Ross had a fight with a man called Rumbled.

My dad wasn't called Rumbled. He was... Sorry, it's just a bit...

I'm still trying to check it in.

My dad was a lovely man.

Funny. Kind.

Full of stories, daft some of them.

You'd think he was the old Flynn that had defeated the SS single -handed.

Perhaps that was all lies too.

Yesterday afternoon.

We were at the pictures, Ross and me.

Yeah, the author has confirmed that.

But one of you could have slipped out.

I suppose so.

But we didn't.

Well, Flint... We still have a few more questions.

We'll drop her back as soon as we're done.

Don't keep her long.

I need her.

There's a lot to sort out.

She's angry.

But I suppose she has every right to be.

She was at work the day of the shooting. Plenty of witnesses.

Witnesses for Lynn and Tillman at the cinema, too.

But I don't believe it.

I think Lynn and her mother found out somehow, and then either they killed him

or they got Tillman to do it.

He was angry enough.

I'll talk to Lynn.

You go to Rumble's office. We need to know more about his business affairs.

Younger, bring Tillman in.

And get on to Division.

Perhaps they might let us know when CID will be here.

We're doing all right without them, aren't we, Sarge?

Yes.

Yes, I rather think we are.

That

was

lovely, that was.

You put Kenneth McKellar to shame.

Oh, thank you kindly, madam.

Can I believe my eyes?

A goddess is amongst us.

Oh, get off.

You have the look of... of Gene Simmons in the robe.

Ah, right.

Anyway, I love that film.

Michael Rennie were in that.

Best -looking man in films, I reckon, Michael Rennie. A harrogate lad, I

believe. Indeed.

And where are you heading?

Do you need a lift?

to the shining borders of the world where the silver light dances beneath a

lilac sky.

Not far.

You won't get there tonight.

Do you want somewhere to sleep?

Madam, please.

I am no plaything for a lady's boudoir.

I'm offering you toad in the hole.

and a bale of hay in one of our sheds.

The food of the gods and the comforts of kings. Well, you'd better off in then.

Oh, I love a laddie, a bonnie, bonnie laddie. She's as pure as the

lily in the dell.

She's as sweet as the heather, a bonnie, bonnie laddie.

Lynne found out about it, Father, didn't she?

If she did, she never said.

Why am I here? I was at the pictures.

You had a motive, sir, and an illegally held firearm.

And where there's one, there might be others.

I've applied for a warrant to search your premises.

Does that worry you?

No, it doesn't.

Lynne knew about her father, didn't she?

Yes.

She knew.

Lying to the police is a very serious matter, Miss Millwood.

I didn't see what good telling the truth would do.

I could see what you'd think.

But Mum didn't kill him.

Nor did I, nor did Ross.

We were at the pictures.

I'm sorry I lied.

How did you find out about your father?

Ross was so angry when his claim was turned down.

He wanted to have it out with... with Mr Rumbled.

I went along, I was worried about what he'd do.

He won't let me go in, I waited in the car outside.

When Ross came out, he was shaking with anger. I hoped I could calm him down.

Then after a bit, this man came out of the office.

It was obviously Dad, but it was all wrong.

The office, the name of the company, Dad was supposed to be in Newcastle.

Ross drove the car at him.

Deliberately?

He swerved at the last minute.

Dad jumped out of his skin.

Did he see you?

No. He wasn't due on till the Friday.

The next day after work, I waited outside the office.

I followed his car to Weydenfield.

That's when I saw her.

He assumed she was his mistress.

I was upset.

Hurt.

I made a few inquiries.

Found out they were a happy married couple, just like Mum and Dad.

When did you tell your mother?

I didn't.

I haven't.

She adored him.

Why would I break her heart? Why would he?

I've told you.

Over and over.

I was at the pictures with Ross watching a boring film that sent me to sleep.

If you were asleep, then you can't give Ross an alibi.

I dogged off for a few minutes, that's all.

You'll need one of these after the day you've had.

Oh, I'm just tired, that's all.

Yeah, I bet.

Fighting with Gina can take it out of you.

Now, is she not speaking to you, or are you not speaking to her?

What do you mean?

Well, I am on occasions a private detective, you know.

Highly regarded by some.

And if you're jealous of Don Weatherby... You're barking up the wrong

I don't want her to get hurt.

Not again.

He's not going to hurt her. He's after getting his wife back.

He told me that last week.

Ah, dear, Alf.

I think I've made a fool of myself.

Mr Tillman, we have conducted a search of your premises.

In and out building, we've found a number of handguns without certificates.

Two of German manufacture, one we believe to have been stolen.

Now, we will continue the search and we have every confidence that we will find

the murder weapon.

Now, we have evidence of violent behaviour on your part.

Your girlfriend admits she fell asleep during the film, so you've no alibi.

You bore a grudge against the victim who you threatened, both verbally and in

writing.

All in all, Mr Tillman, You had motive, means and opportunity.

This is so wrong.

Ross Edwin Tillman, I am arresting you on the suspicion of the murder of Leslie

Arthur Rumbold.

I told her she was a fool to trust you.

The housekeeper's

all gone, and the past knit wine. Goodness knows where that is.

Under your bed.

What? The drink's under your bed.

And the housekeeping's under my pillow.

I'm not a fool, David.

I just wanted to give the man a chance.

All right, you've found the guns.

Should have told you.

I buy and sell a bit on the side for cash.

My dad was a bit of a collector. He got me interested.

Most of them have had it.

You can no more fire them than wear them on your head.

Even so, a certificate is required.

Well, not for trophies of war.

The law has changed recently.

I didn't know that.

And I don't suppose you knew that a Mauser found amongst those guns was

stolen last year.

I bought that in good faith for a gun fair at Wolverhampton Easter time. From

licensed dealer?

From an enthusiast. For cash.

I don't declare it to the taxman. That's how I can... Look, I've never owned a

Walther P38. I've never shot anybody.

I'm not a criminal.

Dealing in stolen goods is a criminal offence. I didn't know it was stolen,

I?

That's quite a temper you've got, Mr. Tolman.

Well? Well, I'm no expert, but it looks like Rumbold was selling insurance

fraudulently.

Collecting the premiums in cash, but not selling them to the insurance

companies. Well, that would explain how he could afford two households.

Who else knew?

How did Tillman respond to having his alibi challenged?

Well, he's bright enough to see how this would play in court.

I mean, Lynn saying that she dozed off is hardly damning, is it?

I mean, could he have slipped out, got back to away in the field, shot, rumbled

and then got back?

It's dead risky. She could have woken up at any point.

Exactly. Now, I think he's guilty of some minor offences, but as for murder,

has the motive and the opportunity, but unless we find the murder weapon and

connect him to it...

We don't have the means. So what do we do?

Keep the pressure on?

Double -check everything we've got?

Oh, girl.

Hello, Gene Simmons.

He's got a nerve.

It's all right, David.

No, it's not.

No, you're right, David.

I know you were trying to help me, lovely Jean, but sadly I think you're a

late.

Yeah.

It's a film review, aren't you all?

It's from 1955.

I saw it in the window of the junk shop.

It's a big feature on Michael Rennie.

Pictures, the lot.

Oh, you word.

Thank you.

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing.

Onward, the sailors cry.

Carry the lad that's born to be king.

Gina. You and Weatherby.

I seem to have put two and two together and made it six.

Sixteen more like.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I really am.

I don't know why you can't accept that a man and a woman can be friends, Oscar.

Just never happened in my day.

You've got nothing to be afraid of, you know.

Well, except for the earbends and you're going to get off me and Dawn if you

don't tell Alf he's got to go. Go?

How am I supposed to tell him that?

P .P. Younger.

And how is my favourite policeman this glorious sunny morning?

Busy.

Oh, I was after a word with Sergeant Georgie.

He can't.

He's occupied.

Please don't wait.

That was Carol.

Sonia Rumble won't answer her daughter.

Missus Rumble?

That poor woman.

So nice she was to me that day I called.

She gave me two bob.

I ought to check on her. And that niece of hers, pretty as the morning dew on a

buttercup. Yes, thank you, Mr Martin. That's enough. Sonia Rumbled has a

Carol told me that she didn't have any relatives.

Oh, she said it was her niece.

She was just leaving the house when I called.

Like a wee kelpie.

Lovely, flowing blonde hair.

Jet, I'm bringing Lynn Millwood back in. Tell Sergeant Miller.

I've got some news.

The builders won't leave the house for the rest of the month.

Oh, look, Al, that'd be mean. No, let me finish.

I know that I'm very welcome here, but it's not right.

I mean, you're very generous, but I should be paying rent.

I can't stay. And please, don't be offended, Gina.

Trust me, she's not.

And the letter was waiting for me when I got to the house.

Letter? It's from Ernie.

Ernie's turned up trumps.

Ernie who?

Ernie! The premium bonds!

Electronic random number thingy.

Oh, so you've had a win.

How much?

£50. And I thought, why not?

While the house is being finished, a fishing trip.

Two weeks in Scotland for Oscar and me.

If you're up for it, Oscar.

Oh, he's up for it, aren't you?

You jammy little so -and -so.

You told us you'd never met Sonia Rumbold.

But we have a witness who puts you in the house on the day of the murder.

That tramp, was it?

I went to see her.

I was angry.

I told her it would bounce to come out. Mum would be in pieces. I didn't see why

she shouldn't suffer too.

But it was a mistake.

She took it badly. I shouldn't have meddled.

And?

And nothing.

That tramp came to the door. I left, went into town, met Ross, had lunch at

Fox and went to the pictures.

Sonia Rumbled knew about you and your mother before Leslie came home that day.

Why on earth didn't you tell us this?

I've done a lot of damage.

I don't want to do any more.

Get over to the Rumbled house.

Take Weatherby with you.

I want a full statement from you, Miss Millwood.

I'll try the back.

Mrs. Rumbled.

I don't want you here.

Go, please. No, don't!

Just put the gun down, eh?

It's Leslie's gun, isn't it?

He got it off an SS officer.

Or so he said.

I believed everything he told me.

Oh, why wouldn't I?

Ignorance is bliss, eh?

Until that girl came around.

You shot him, didn't you?

I knew what time he was due back.

He was always punctual, I'll give him that.

I hid behind the shrubs so that he wouldn't see me.

I aimed for his head, but I missed.

You should have seen his face.

You searched the house.

You didn't find anything, did you? You didn't find the gun.

Men aren't comfortable looking in ladies' handbags, are they? Especially

grieving widows.

I shouldn't have shot Leslie.

Not because he didn't deserve it, because he did.

But he was my life.

I've got nothing now.

Division have been on, Sergeant.

It's the idea on the way.

I told them they were a bit late.

I gather we have you to thank.

I just popped back to tap you for some money.

I gave you a pound yesterday.

Ah, well, that one was never really mine.

I could feel it breathless in my pocket, eager to fly away and join its friends.

There's a Salvation Army hostel near where I live.

I could pay for a few nights if... If I tried to stop drinking.

You're a good comrade, Georgie.

Sorry.

Pint, please, Dawn. I've spent all day sorting that office out after I've got

his hands on it.

Where is he?

He's on a train up north with Oscar.

Do you know, all I can think about is my bed. My eiderdown is calling my name.

Well, I've thought about what you said, and I'm going to make an effort with

Sandy.

I still love her, Gina.

Always have.

Where have all the young men gone?

Long time passing.

Where have all the young men gone?

Long time ago.

Where have all the young men gone?

Gone as soldiers, everyone.

When will they ever... It takes a certain type of man to be a bigot. Not

can't make one relationship work, let alone two.

I don't understand it.

If you found the right girl, you wouldn't want anyone else.

You have a chef as well. We certainly have.

Gordon Bloom.

Who?

There's a significant health hazard out there. We've got to find out. You do not

do anything, anything, that brings you to the attention of the coppers. He's

a bad man.

Who is he?