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

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

I thought this was supposed to be a secret wedding. More like a publicity

Just keep this man off the road.

I should have asked him to get me an autograph.

I've no idea. I've had two top ten ex -moms. It's always like this.

Good day, Tommy.

No one's going to be looking at you, Mum.

Is this your dad?

No.

No, it's Dan.

Don't you read the papers?

Dan's the manager.

That's who she's marrying.

I see.

We're closed.

It's not right, shut in the pub all day.

Well, it's just this once, a special booking.

So if you don't mind, we're busy. We've got lots to do.

This Cathy Dee, I mean, she's a big pop star, isn't she?

She was only on top of the pots, as we.

Yeah, well, what's she doing having a wedding reception in a pub?

No, you won't catch me doing that.

She grew up down the road.

Her husband's local too, isn't he, Oscar?

Yes, down Sparrow, come to Mashford, please. Yeah, if you want any help, me

our David's free. Well, not free.

Obviously, we'd want pay. Thanks, Peg, but we can manage.

Well, suit yourself.

Got plenty to do, any road.

Give me strength.

She's right, though.

There is something fishy about this old do.

There always is where Dan Sparrow was involved.

That's the way it always was anyway.

Why, did you know him? More than I liked when that was a long time ago.

Russell Bryant, you're late.

I'm going to rip his head off.

I wouldn't recommend that. Right, peace and love and all that, but I'm within my

rights. I've got no flaming best man.

I'll see if I can find him. What does he look like? Oh, medium height, mousy

hair. At least he did. I haven't seen him for nigh on 20 years.

Maybe he had trouble getting in.

Are you all right?

I've not been too well.

We can't wait. You'll have to do it.

You're best man.

Act as a witness.

You should know all about that.

Get in there.

You should be honoured.

John Lennon was my first choice, but he's bogged off to sit in a bag

Go into the chapter.

Wait, are you sure?

What are you doing?

Oh, well, I'm just doing me football pools. See, what I do is that I tell

a match and then she tells me what to say.

Here, I'll show you. Deepa, Liverpool, Leicester.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Well, it's all like, one bark is for a home win.

Two is for an away win and three is for a draw.

And don't tell me she supports wolves.

Oh, no, she doesn't take sides.

She's neutered. That's why she's so good at it. David, she's a dog.

She doesn't know anything.

She does.

Oh, she's not the only one that's barking around here.

Anyway, I've got a bit of business to attend to.

Congratulations.

Stan invited me. I hope you don't mind. No, don't talk to me, will you? I barely

know anyone.

I thought you had lots of friends from around here.

Stan arranged it all today, so it's more of friends, really.

Come here, doll.

I want you to meet the incredible, vanishing best man. This is Russell

Pleased to meet you.

He was a friend of your dad's, too.

Yeah, well, now he's Lord Mayor of Ashfordly. Town clerk.

Yeah, well, I knew him. He was more like the town burke.

Sergeant Blaketon.

Oh, you call me Mr.

Blaketon. Funny how things turn out, isn't it? You behind the bar, Rusty and

big cheese in the town hall, and me doing all right, too.

It only seems five minutes ago you were giving us all a clip round the ear hole.

Yeah, you probably deserved it. Yeah, we did.

He still does.

Too busy to come to his old pal's wedding, eh? I'm sorry, Stan, I

Yeah, well, don't let it happen again. This man needs a glass, right? Come on,

we've got some catching up to do.

to report a crime, you'll need your notebook.

Thank you.

Now, what's your name?

There isn't much time.

Well, when did this crime take place?

It hasn't, not yet, but we can stop it.

Is this some kind of prank?

No, honest. It's happening right now.

Well, the question, ladies and gentlemen, the question everyone's

did Cathy Dee, with a new album in the shops next month, buy it, end up getting

married to an old bloke like me? Well, it's a long, long story.

And if you want the full gory details, going back to my misspent youth among

bad lads of Ashfordly, eh, Oscar, you can buy my book.

I'd like to tell you more, but I've sold the exclusive rights.

Twice as it happens.

Cathy, where are you, doll? Come here. Look at that, eh?

Now, Cathy and me, we don't do things the conventional way.

I wanted to mark today by doing something special for Ashfordly, our

We both know what it's like to come up the hard way, and we want to give

something back.

So, we are giving £5 ,000 to local children's charities. Could I ask Mr

Russell Bryan to accept the cheque, please, on behalf of the local council?

There you are.

What a lovely surprise.

He didn't even tell me. Stan writing.

That's a surprise.

It's hardly what you'd call literary.

Well, he uses a tape recorder and he does them every night. And he's got some

stories to tell us, Stan.

What about his life and shelf business?

Not just that. You know, everything.

This is the crime scene.

What crime?

The smash and grab.

I've had it staked out all week.

Staked out?

I know all the lingo.

I watch the TV programmes.

Lofty Softly, Zedcard, everything.

Then you should know that wasting police time is a serious offence.

Do you know a man called Eddie Frost?

No. There's a wanted photo of him outside the police station.

He was here four times this week.

Well, he's not here now, is he?

Look out!

Well, no, I didn't get the chance.

Here.

Got to go now.

Wait, I'll need a statement.

A word in your shell, like?

All right.

It's been a while since we had one of our little chats.

Yeah, well, I'm sure that suits us both.

Just wanted to settle our bill.

Well, this is far too much.

It's what we owe, plus a little thank you.

I can't take this. I'll give it to Gina, then. Stan, what are you doing?

Oh, I was going to tell you... It's not enough you're giving away all this money

to charities, and it's my money. It's our money.

Stan, we can't afford it.

Look, take this back. I don't want to cause any trouble. You're not. Listen.

How many times do I have to tell you? Leave the worrying to me.

I take care of you, don't I?

Married life, eh?

Where did you get this tip -off, Younger?

Um, an informant, Sergeant.

I see.

And have you checked the registration number?

Yes, it belongs to a man called Eddie Frost.

There's a photo of him on the notice board outside.

I wouldn't be dealing with that case.

Add it over to him, would you?

Yes, Sergeant.

Who is this snout of yours?

Oh, um, I shouldn't really say.

That could do with some water.

Come on, wakey -wakey.

I'll get you a taxi.

Give us a minute.

Call of nature.

Right, that's room two.

If there's anything else you need, just let me know. Thank you.

I'll come in with you, Mum.

What about Stanton?

You're married to him now.

Mum, you're embarrassing me.

Night, goodnight.

Night.

Dan's not getting his oats tonight?

Well, that's up to them, isn't it?

All right, Gina, we'll do this. You get off. Thank you.

Goodnight. Night.

Finest Navy surplus room, is that?

Is it?

Well, I know what's what, and with you, that's usually someone else.

Let's try one. Right.

Hey, what's that?

What? What?

There's an oat there.

There you go.

All right.

Mmm.

Oh.

Hey, you could strip paint with that. Aye, you can make a few, Bob and all. I

got ten cases. Do you want them or not?

Aye, I do.

Any chance of a cup of tea?

Yeah. I'm just making one. I can't sleep.

Me neither.

Cathy's 19 and I'm still having sleepless nights.

You've got all that to call.

Yeah.

Are Ed and Stan OK now?

Oh, yes.

I, um... I shouldn't tell you, but Stan hasn't been well.

Not well at all.

Here! Here! Here!

Sorry.

Sorry, love.

Peggy?

A morning tea for you. Thanks.

What about your husband?

Would he like some? He left last night.

Is he in? There's no reply from his room.

Hang on.

Stan?

Stan, open the door.

He might just be asleep.

No, no, he's always up by now. Stan?

Your mum said he hasn't been well.

Well, she shouldn't have.

Look, have you got another key?

Here we are. Hang on.

Gina, call 999.

Is he?

I'm sorry.

Dan!

He had a bang on the head last night.

Is she ready to answer some questions?

We'll have to ask the doctor. I'm just visiting.

Well, it won't take long.

It's what's known as an open and shut case.

Or should I say cases?

Ten cases of stolen rum in your possession.

Do I know him?

It's PC Weatherby.

I don't think we've met.

Really funny.

How about you tell me what happened last night?

Last night?

I don't remember.

I can't remember anything at all.

And I've never seen you in your life before.

I don't think so.

Are you saying you don't know who we are?

I don't even know who I am, nurse.

Oh, how convenient.

It's a private party. How can anyone join in?

I was trying to conduct an interview.

I don't recall giving you permission to do that.

I need to examine my patient first.

How long are you going to be?

As long as it takes.

I can't hang around all day.

I've got bigger fish to fry.

But I'll be back.

Can you give me a history?

Um... Peggy had a bang on the head last night. She says she's lost a memory.

Well, let's have a look at that bomb in your head, Mrs Armstrong.

We've met at the Aidensfield Arms.

The what?

Thank you for coming out here quickly, Doctor.

You told Gina that Stan hadn't been well.

He had leukaemia.

We knew he didn't have long, but we never thought... I'm sorry.

Was Mr Sparrow receiving treatment for his illness?

In London.

I'm afraid that as this is what we call a sudden unexplained death, we'll have

to refer it to the coroner.

There's one thing I need to ask you about.

Mr Sparrow's door was locked, but we couldn't find a key in his room.

Neither of you picked it up, did you?

We haven't been in there.

Neither of us. There must be another explanation.

Are you planning on staying in the area?

I'll be here, yeah.

Come home, love.

I should be here. For Stan.

Well, just let me know if you change your mind.

Younger.

Twenty minutes to house, would you? Eddie Frost.

Suspicion of theft and possession of stolen goods.

Namely, ten gold rings.

How are you getting on with this Peggy Armstrong business?

Still waiting to question, I thought.

You'd best get on with it as soon as you book this lot in.

Ah, Jeff.

This informant of yours was spot on with Frost. Any chance of a meet with him?

That could be tricky.

What, not even a quiet drink?

He doesn't drink.

At least I hope he doesn't. Ah, bit of a hamper when he's on the booze, is he?

Terrible. I know the type.

Russell wanted a word.

I won't stay, but your mother phoned, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am.

Well, you didn't need to.

I don't know how much Stan told you, but... I knew your father.

Stan, me and him, we used to be good friends back in the old days, so if

anything you need, anything at all, just let me know.

I don't know what I need.

Stan always took care of everything.

I won't stay, but... there's my phone number.

I've just had Oscar Blaketon on the phone. He wants to know when he can open

pub again.

Well, he may have to wait.

D .F. Dawson's been assigned to the kids, but she's in court today.

I don't think there's any mystery.

Stan Sparrow had leukaemia.

I've spoken to doctors in London. He wasn't expected to live more than a

of months.

Yes, it's not as simple as that. The police doctor found lacerations on the

inside of his lips and pinprick blotches on his face.

It's possible he was smothered with a pillow or a blanket.

Why would anyone want to murder a dying man?

You tell me.

Officer!

Help.

Work with you.

Why do you keep following me about?

I want to be a policeman like you.

What's your name? Ben. Ben who?

Ben Dover.

No, it isn't.

I'll show you something.

Out -of -date road tax disc.

Oh, yeah.

I'll look for some more. See you later.

Wait.

Is that Don Weatherby's lad?

No, it would have said.

It looked like him. Is he behaving himself?

I'm not quite sure what he's up to.

Miss losing her memory.

It's all nonsense, isn't it?

It happens more often in films than real life, but you know Peggy.

Well, I know she's in big trouble.

More to the point, so does she.

She's looking at prison sentences.

She's obviously faking.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Oh, come on, Doc. Ask Nurse Cassidy. She's a neurological specialist, is she?

Well, I know Peggy. Mrs Armstrong has a classic case of temporary amnesia

following a head injury.

Can't allow you to interview her.

For how long?

It's difficult to say.

Depends if the brain swelling's as bad as I suspect.

I think there are a few things you should know about Stan Sparrow.

Go on.

Yeah, well, Sparrow, Russell Bryant and Cathy's father, Dickie Durson, all used

to live in Ashfordly and they were very close. They were what we used to call

spivs, you know.

Black marketeering, burglary, you name it. And to cut a long story short,

Sparrow was also a police informant.

Why is that relevant now?

Well, about that time, the Burwood electrical warehouse was broken into and

night watchman was killed. Now, we lent on Stan pretty heavily.

And he gave us a name.

His mate, Dickie Durston.

Stan dressed up Cathy's dad?

Yeah, Durston went to prison for 20 years and died while he was inside.

Now, I don't know whether any of this is relevant, but you never can tell.

Pannicover.

Ta -da! Them's room key.

Where was it? It was in Cathy's room under the eiderdown. Found it while I

making the bed.

Point from flowers.

Why would you want to do that?

Well, it's because you're poorly.

It's what people do.

Why are you giving them to me?

Well, I don't like to give them to anybody else, am I?

Remind me who you are.

I'm David.

David? You live with me?

No.

You do?

Well, if you say so.

And D for two.

Oh, I remember that.

D for two, and two for tea, me for you, and... Oh, Peggy, no,

it's the dog.

Who is it?

You know, D for, you know, the dog that was doing the football pools.

Well, you're not making much sense to me, lovey.

It means she could be in there for months.

And the quack not letting me anywhere near her.

You're just going to have to wait.

Could I make a suggestion?

Go on. What if I dropped in on Peggy at visiting time and had a chat with her?

I wouldn't be questioning her then.

Peggy Armstrong wasn't born yesterday.

Neither was I.

Do you know who I am?

No. Well, have a guess.

Are you a doctor?

No. I didn't think so. Have I known you for long?

Long enough.

You're not my husband, are you?

Got it in one.

Oh, I've been so worried about you, my dear.

Shall I get you a cup of tea, darling? Oh, yes, I'm parched. Your usual.

No milk, no sugar. No!

Whatever you say.

Morning, Peggy.

My husband's come to see me.

Thought you were a widow.

Here he is.

What's going on?

Just a social call.

It was a terrible business, that man dying at the pub. What man?

Well, you know, at the wedding reception yesterday.

Yeah? No.

Of course, you don't remember the pub.

Well, it's too long to explain now.

I brought you some chocolate.

She doesn't eat chocolates.

Alf! Alf!

Oh, that's wonderful.

She's starting to remember again.

I was just saying, half a chocolate won't do me any harm. I thought you were

getting better.

Alf.

Look, I know what you're trying to do, but she did have a bad fall, and it's

right taking advantage.

I don't reckon it's me that's doing that.

It's like a chocolate.

Did you take the key from Stan's room?

No. Then why was it found in your bed?

I don't know.

Did you visit Stan in his room last night? No.

Why is it so important?

We've reason to believe that Stan might have been murdered.

Murdered?

You and Stan argued last night.

What was that about?

About him giving away some money.

That upset you?

Yeah, but it weren't just the money. I mean, we used to talk about things like

that, talk him through.

But since he got ill, he froze me out. He ignored me.

You were clearly angry with him last night. So angry that you slept in

beds on your wedding night. I felt trapped.

I mean, Stan always took care of everything for me.

So marrying him made sense when he explained it all, but last night, it

make sense at all.

He upset you? He made you angry?

Desperate even? Yeah, but... Desperate enough to make you want to kill him?

You think I killed Stan?

Did you?

No.

God, no. I mean, marrying him went right, but... I loved him.

You've been very quiet today.

You worried about your Auntie Peg?

It was horrible, just stunning her not knowing me.

I mean, what if she never recognises me again?

Oh, she will, you'll see.

I was deeper getting on with the polls this week.

Well, I'll have to double -check, but at the moment it looks like we've got

eight draws.

Eight? Are you sure?

Where's the coupon?

It'll be at home.

You'd better go and find it quick.

Kathy and Stan had an argument. She was clearly angry and she had the key to his

room. But I was with her.

Not all night.

Gina saw you in the kitchen.

Only for a few minutes.

That would have given Kathy plenty of time.

She couldn't have.

Everything she's done, all the hits, everything was because of Stan.

My husband Dickie wasn't the best.

But Stan was his mate.

And after Dickie went to prison,

Stan took care of us.

He took her from being a little girl who sang songs in Ashfordly Folk Club to

being a doll.

But then, according to her, she married him and realised it was a mistake. It

was never meant to be a real marriage. She knew that.

It was more an arrangement.

Stan said it was the simplest way to make sure she had money.

Stan was a rock.

He was for all of us.

Kathy didn't kill him.

You don't need to stay.

Oh, I don't mind. I want to help you to get your memory back.

Well, the doctor said it could take months.

I'm in no hurry.

Are you sure you don't remember anything about last night?

Oh, it was a rum -do.

You hitting your head.

Rum -do?

Is that supposed to be a joke?

I've had everyone on this morning, from Oscar Blaketon to the New Musical

Express. What on earth's going on?

On the face of it, the only people who could have gotten into Sparrow's room

Cathy and her mother.

His key was hidden in their room.

Do you believe either of them did it?

No, the only ones who had the opportunity.

Assuming that nobody else broke into the pub.

Establish that, beyond reasonable doubt, you might be getting somewhere.

What's going on?

I can't find my flipping football pools coupon anywhere.

Ask your Auntie Peggy.

She doesn't even remember me or Deepa. She's hardly going to know that, is she?

I wonder what the jackpot is.

I don't know, but it could be thousands.

Tell her that and you might well have a miraculous recovery on your end.

I've been looking for you.

You know Big Al Paxton, the gangster?

Never mind that.

I want to ask you a few questions.

No time.

I've been watching him.

He's wanted.

Are you Don Weatherby's son?

Yeah.

Eddie Frost and Al Paxton are both your dad's cases.

Why are you telling me and not him?

Because you listen.

He doesn't listen to anyone.

Well, I'm sure he'd listen to you.

He's too busy. Ever since we moved here.

He's always too busy or too tired.

He wants to impress you all, especially Sergeant Miller.

We never do anything together now.

Not like before.

I see.

But even so... It's a dead good chance for us. I know where Big Al's parked his

van. Come on.

Hello.

Oh, it's you again.

David, isn't it?

Yeah, have you got your memory back yet?

No. Everything before today is a big blank.

Yeah, well, that happens to me sometimes.

But if I think very hard, then it all comes back.

And I've got something very, very important to ask you.

Well, I'll try.

Do you know where my football pools coupon is?

Did he leave it here?

No. It's meant to be at home. It should be, but it's not. I might have won

thousands. Are you sure?

Thousands? Oh, it's a shame to lose that.

Did he put you up to this? Why should I do that?

Because... Oh, I don't know.

I'd like a word with Mrs Armstrong.

Is it bad news?

I need to do some tests.

What tests?

Urological function.

Don't worry. You'll find your coupon.

Oh, no, it's not that. It's some Peggy.

What if she doesn't get better?

I locked the front door, I checked the toilet, the kitchen, the door to the

cellar, and then I came back in here.

And the bar was empty?

No, there was one guest.

Russell Bryant, the best man. He was half asleep at that table over there. I

called him a taxi, then he went to the toilet.

You didn't see him leave?

No. No, I didn't.

See? I told you. Those are probably stolen goods.

We don't know that.

It says... Property of British Railways on the boxes.

Look, I'll go and find a telephone and call for assistance.

You stay out of sight.

What if you try to make a getaway?

I'll deal with that.

Crikey. I don't really see how I can help you, PC Mason.

I think we both know what I'm looking for.

This was in Stan Sparrow's room.

A microphone, but no tape recorder.

Because it's here.

Anyway, we took what we needed, and then we needed to get out fast.

Russ became so boring, no one would notice him no more, and ended up

paper.

You took these last night?

Stan said I could borrow them.

And as far as I'm aware, that's not against the law.

Then why did you need to go hiding in the toilet and creeping around the pub

the middle of the night?

I needed to talk to Stan on his own.

What else happened in that room?

Nothing.

Look, I didn't kill him, if that's what you're asking.

Who said anyone killed him?

Russell Bryant, I'm arresting you in suspicion of murder.

He left this.

Gone in van, send back up.

What were you thinking? He's ten years old! I told him to wait.

He should have never been anywhere near there. It's not my fault.

He could have been doing this for a week.

I don't know what's got into him. Our priority is to find Alpacton. Fact!

I was concerned there might be some vascular damage. That doesn't seem

now, but you do have transient global amnesia.

Caused by an injury to the left side of the limbic system in the brain.

I didn't understand a word of that. Don't worry, neither did I.

I can't do much more here, but we will transfer you to a very nice convalescent

home by the sea and hopefully with sufficient rest you'll recover. Oh, that

sound nice.

Nurse Cathy will go with you.

Sorry to interrupt, it's an emergency.

Peggy, I'm not messing around.

Don Weatherby's a young lad.

has got it into his head to get onto the back of Al Paxton's van and we don't

know where he's gone. There's no point asking her.

No point at all.

He's a ten -year -old. He could be in real danger. She has amnesia. I can't

remember a thing.

Don is beside himself with worry. I need your help. Look, I'm sorry... Peggy,

you're the only person that can help us find him.

If anything should happen to him... Oh, for goodness sake!

Paxton's got an old warehouse on the Ashfordly Road near the Ithought Bridge.

And while we're at it, our David's pool scoop is behind our kitchen clock.

And as for you, you've no right to treat Nurse Cassidy like that. She may not

know much about limbic watsits, but she's got more nows than you will ever

you great pompous dosh shirt.

Not entirely fair. Speak as I find you. Well out of that one, lovey. Now, who's

going to drive me home?

Wait! Let's see what's what first.

That's the van.

Younger, wait here.

Let's see if you can find another way in.

You say you wanted to talk to Stan Sparrow, and why was it so urgent?

I've got a wife, a family, a respectable job.

There are things about my past that I'm not too proud of.

Youthful indiscretions.

and I didn't need Stan splashing them all over the Sunday papers.

We were close a long time ago, but not any more.

If he hadn't been ill, I'd never have been his best man. I wanted nothing to

with him.

What happened when you went to the room?

I went to wake him, but he wouldn't wake up, so I tried to revive him, but I

know I should have got some help, but it was too late.

You'd expect me to believe that?

No, I swear he was already dead.

It would have been very easy for you to put a pillow over his face. All I did

was take the tapes. What about the key?

Well, I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could.

I locked the door and took it with me.

I didn't want to have to explain all this. I know how it must look.

It was easier to leave the key in Cathy's room this morning.

When you've got a moment, DS Dawson would like you to call her.

I'm all right, Dad, but I think the suspect hit himself.

I locked him in there.

If you ever pull a stunt like that again... Shut up!

I've done nothing wrong.

I didn't know kid was a backup man.

But you knew about the stolen bottles of sauce.

Property of British Railways.

Looks like you've met your match, pal.

Are you sure?

No, I'll tell Sergeant Miller.

Bad news?

It depends how you look at it. The post -mortem results are in.

Stan Sparrow wasn't murdered.

I thought there were marks on his face.

It looks like those were caused by someone trying to revive him.

Probably the man that I've just arrested for his murder.

That's tricky.

Yeah, it could be.

He's the town clerk and it looks like he's been telling the truth.

Sergeant Miller's not going to be too happy.

I need to listen to those tapes again.

You should have a few minutes before he gets back. It'll give you time to read

this. Oscar asked me to dig it out.

It's the file from the Burwood Electrical Warehouse case.

Here.

Good for shock.

I'm all right.

Well, I'm not.

It's been a while since we had a chat.

Shouldn't you go back?

Hmm.

There's no rush.

I've been rushing a lot lately, ever since we moved to Ashfordly.

It's not your fault.

It is my fault.

A lot of things are my fault.

I'm sorry for, you know, I was trying to help.

You did well.

I don't know, you're interested in what I do at work.

Yeah.

You used to talk about it all the time.

It was great.

And I don't do that now.

Why did we have to come here?

I thought you'd like it.

And you will.

If I gave you half a chance.

These last few months, I haven't been much of a dad, have I?

You're a great dad.

I'll try to be.

I promise.

Stan Sparrow died of natural causes.

You kept me here for hours to tell me that.

What a complete waste of time.

There is another matter.

I've listened to some more of the tapes.

It's no wonder you were worried.

Stan talks a lot about the Burwood Electricals break -in. That's just his

version. It seems to fit with the information that we have on file.

Stan was a police informant.

He had to finger someone for the break -in, so he shopped Dickie Durston.

And he protected you.

You can prove that, can you? It's all there in the tapes.

Durston went to prison and he died there.

Stan looked after his wife and he made Cathy a star.

It looked like everyone was going to live happily ever after.

Until Stan got ill and he started to feel guilty.

He was the fixer, the manager. But this, this was the one thing that he couldn't

make right.

He's had this hanging over him for the past 20 years.

But then so have you.

Stan came back to Ashfordly to try to make things right.

This is your chance to do the same.

Alfred Routledge.

That was his name.

The night watchman.

Who sent money to his wife.

His kids too.

We looked after him.

But you let an innocent man go to prison.

Oh, no, that was Dickie's idea.

He did it for me and Stan.

He'd done time before.

Not like us.

His life was a mess, but he could see we both had a future.

So he pleaded guilty and stuck to it.

Did you kill Alfred Routledge?

You heard the tapes.

We were all in on it.

What's going on?

Bryant's confessed to murder.

I've just spoken to D .S. Dawson. There was no murder. There was.

We've the right suspect, but for the wrong murder.

So, where are you off to?

My mum's.

Stan always said I needed something after him.

She's the only one deaf enough to do it now.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Hey, play card, right? Might be in there.

You got married yesterday.

Go home, Weatherby.

On my way, Sarge.

You too, younger.

You did well, that lad of yours.

I was very proud of him.

He must have got it from somewhere.

Fancy a swift half?

Me?

Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you, by the way, for saving my bacon.

Yeah, well, there's always something to bother me about that case. I'm glad

justice has been done at last.

There's one thing I don't understand.

Why Dickie Durston didn't say that it was Bryant who killed the night

Well, when you're on our side of the law, Joe, it's very difficult to

the honour among thieves.

I don't see much honour.

That makes two of us.

Geoffrey, allow me to buy you a pint.

I'm with Doc.

Gina, two pints for these fine young men.

Now, being as though I provided valuable information to the police, is there

any chance of overlooking anything that might have been in the back of my lorry?

What are you talking about?

The R -U -M.

Oh, those bottles.

Ah, yes, now, that wasn't wrong.

It was, um... Well, I don't know how to put it politely.

Cal's urine.

You must be joking.

Oh, look, I thought I was going to prison.

So did I.

I'll kill that Al Paxton.

You might have to join the queue.

Right, that's three and six.

Oh, no drinks are on David tonight.

Come on, then, show us some of them lovely winnings.

Well, I've spent them.

Oh, I've got a nice new collar and a leave for Deepa. Yeah, and a rest.

Has the influence changed?

What, out of a jackpot of thousands?

Thousands?

Only five, Bob.

You didn't see the Deepa on the jackpot. I mean, she's just a dog.

See you in the morning, Mrs Bellamy.

Try and get some sleep.

Absolutely disgusting.

It's about some sanitary equipment.

I beg your pardon? Dr. Thomas, a respected local GP of many years

killing a patient because he hopes to get something from her. Well, different

pain killers this time. I think you're letting your imagination run away with

you.