All language subtitles for heartbeat_s16e19_mind_games

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

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

It's about time.

Neither of us have been abroad before,
so we thought we'd say, well, go

somewhere really special.

Mrs Ventress and I, we went to Skagness.

Brained every day.

I don't know, honeymoon abroad, setting
up house? Hold on, miss. Well, out of my

reach.

I don't see how I'll ever get married.
You'll have to find yourself a woman

first, though.

Ta.

Incident out on the moor. A young
woman's been found unconscious on the

with a head wound and Bernie Scripps'
breakdown van is parked nearby.

It's not Rosie, is it?

The pulse is weak. Where's this
ambulance, Alf? Over. On its way, Sarge.

Is it Benevy?

Out. She's barely conscious. We need to
get her to the hospital.

Sarge, over here.

I'd say he's been dead for a bit.

Checked his ID.

A Peter Barton.

Aye, chap who called the breakdown truck
out. Given him, Barton. No obvious

signs of any assault.

Right, better inform CID.

Get Sleazer Cramps to check the area.

Better inform the coroner as well.

Oh, yeah, it was a real character,
yours, Dan.

Do you remember?

when he tried to sell Lord Ashfordly
some salmon that he'd poached from his

river.

His lordship was going to have this big
dinner party, and he hadn't caught

anything for days.

He was desperate for fresh salmon. And
my son almost got away with selling them

his own fish.

But he argued so long about price, the
gamekeeper came by and spotted him.

He had cheek.

I will miss him. Ah, well, they say the
best goalist goes first.

But he's left you with some rich
memories, Hilda.

Aye, but not much else.

Apart from a shed full of headaches.

Blimey!

He just turned up with them early
December.

I suppose he was looking to the
Christmas market.

They look a bit peaky. I can't afford to
feed them.

I'm going to my daughter's in Wakefield.

I don't know what to do.

Any chance you could take them off me
hands?

Thanks, Alf.

Alf.

Scene of crime may have found the piece
of wood Rosie was hit with.

Anything from Alf?

Yeah, it seems the dead man's an ex
-copper. Now private detective.

Really?

Let's find out what he was working on.

May give us a lead.

You drive carefully, Peggy. Don't fret,
Hilda.

Perhaps you should have got a van. It'll
be cold up the back of me.

It'll stay. It'll be fine.

Following your request, headquarters has
obtained a list of cases that Peter

Barton was working on as a private
detective.

There was a young woman gone missing
from home and a divorce case.

He was telling a businessman and his
supposed mistress.

Well, this will all need checking out.

I'll let you get on with it, then.

Barton died on PC Walker's patch. Can't
he follow these up?

Isn't that CID's job? My priority is to
talk with Rosie Cartwright.

It would help if I could borrow an
officer.

Is that all right with you, Walker?

Yes, Sarge.

See you later. All right.

How's Rosie?

She's slightly concussed, but no
fracture or real damage.

Has she said anything about the incident
yet?

No.

We won't get the post -mortem results
till tomorrow. If she witnessed

it could be vital at this stage. You
need to ask the doctor first before you

on in there.

OK, great. Thank you.

Check that Casey Barton was onside.

The man in the divorced one is in New
York on business.

What about his fancy one?

Discrete inquired in the case that she
went with him.

In the other case, Barton was asked to
trace a missing girl, a Julia Walcott.

He found out that she'd joined some
religious cult.

If he found the girl, why was he still
working on the case? I don't know.

Her father, Henry Walcott, hired him.
He's a businessman in Elsonby.

Shall I go and see him?

Shouldn't D .S. Dawson be doing that?
She's still at the hospital.

Won't take me long to pop over, though.

All right.

Don't take all day.

All I remember is going into the woods,
seeing a man on the ground, and then the

next thing I knew I was in here.

Was the man already dead?

I think so, yeah.

We believe someone hit you with a piece
of wood.

Did you see them?

You don't remember seeing or hearing
anyone else at the scene?

No, I'm sorry.

All right.

We'll talk later.

My husband isn't here.

You'd better come in.

Julia was always such a bright, lively
girl.

Played hockey for the county.

Then she met this young man, rather a
weird type called Jez.

She fell under his spell.

Before you know it, she'd joined this so
-called cult.

Her character seemed to change
completely.

She became moody, withdrawn. We rowed
constantly.

Then she ran away from home.

Henry, my husband, hired Mr Barton to
trace her.

He found out she was living in a large
house belonging to this cult.

Did you try and make contact with her?
Of course.

We wrote to Julia, phoned her,
everything.

When Henry finally did manage to speak
to her, she told him to go away.

Insisted she wanted to stay where she
was.

Her rejection affected him badly.

Henry's had a sort of breakdown. He's in
a nursing home at the moment.

The whole business has been quite
ghastly.

I'm sorry to hear that.

What exactly is this cult?

They call themselves the Temple of
Enlightened Science.

Talk a lot of mumbo -jumbo.

The cult leader, a man called Flambard,
has them all under his spell.

Henry said it was as though Julia had
been brainwashed.

He feared she was being held against her
will.

Why would they want to hold her against
her will?

The disciples in there sign over all
their money to the leader.

Julia's 21 in three days' time.

She comes into a substantial inheritance
on her birthday.

Peter Barton was trying to unravel the
financial set -up of a cult in their

sinister house.

He phoned yesterday, said he may be
getting somewhere.

Now he's been found dead.

I've asked if we can talk to the cult
leader. They're not been very

so far.

You're wasting your time.

He's a very busy man.

It's the time of day that he writes.

What's he writing?

His latest reflections on the renewal of
the human spirit.

Perhaps you should read his work before
passing judgment.

Gregory Flambard has followers all over
the world. We're not passing judgment.

We have an inquiry to carry out.

Gregory's agreed to see them.

Why?

He doesn't have to.

They need a warrant to enter.

Here's the decision, Jez.

Ah, for your Jez.

You persuaded Julia Walcott to join the
cult.

I persuaded no one to do anything.

Julia's a free spirit.

The police, Gregory.

You may leave me for now.

You too, Sarah.

There's two of them.

Don't you think it advisable we have a
witness to this conversation?

No need.

I have nothing to fear from the police.

They were froze to death up there, me
and these poor things.

We don't need them here for too long.

What we need to do is fatten them up
quick and sell them on.

Restaurants, hotels, butchers, they all
want birds at the right price.

I'll test the market.

There's good eating in a turkey.

You met Peter Barton then?

He was hired by Julia Walcott's father.

He came here to attempt to persuade her
to leave.

He failed.

What is it exactly you do here?

I lead my disciples in a quest to free
their spirit, to realise their potential

as their past lives re -emerge.

We're more interested in present lives,
Mr Flambard.

Juliet's father thinks you're planning
to steal her inheritance. I thought I'd

made it clear. We've rejected material
wealth.

This is the big house.

Must have cost a lot to buy and to
maintain. The temple was gifted to us.

lead an austere lifestyle.

We have no need of Julia's tainted
fortune.

You know, looking at you, Miss Dawson, I
sense a strong, breathless

inner spirit.

As yet, unfulfilled.

Can we talk to Julia and the others?

Of course.

Julia. These police officers have asked
to see you.

I'm Detective Sergeant Rachel Dawson and
this is PC Walker.

I've already told my father I'm not
leaving.

We only want to talk.

You have nothing to fear.

The purity of your spirit will overcome
any negativity they might bring.

We'd like to know if any of you here
know anything about an incident that

place this morning.

Speak freely.

Our mission here is to cleanse the
planet, to open everyone's eyes to the

Who knows?

Maybe even our attractive policewoman
may be helped to see the light.

Call yourself a butcher, you should be
jumping at the chance of the offer of

cheap turkeys.

Yeah, I know him.

He came here trying to persuade Julia to
leave the temple.

We should have sent him packing. Your
father showed more wisdom, Jez, in

granting him permission to see her.

He could be for himself a strong
commitment to her. Gregory Flambard is

father? Yeah, but it makes no
difference.

He's a father and a leader to us all.

How did this man Barton die?

We're not sure yet. Not that you can
die.

No one ever really died.

Well, he looked pretty dead to me.

Does everyone here give money to your
father?

Money. That's all you cynics ever think
about.

My father's a spiritual leader.

Commerce fears him because he rejects
greed. That's why their lackeys in the

press attack him all the time. Julia's
parents believe your father exploits

people for their money.

Nonsense.

We willingly serve and give to the
temple.

No one's exploited here.

Dad can't bear it that my eyes have been
opened.

All he cares about is money. He
obviously cares about you as well.

This whole business has made him ill.

He's had a breakdown.

Your mother's pretty distraught, too.

Look, if the temple believe in spiritual
purity and love, then you shouldn't

turn your back on the family that love
you. No.

It's not like that.

I don't love my family, but... Please, I
don't want to talk about this here.

What are you saying to her?

Can't you see she's upset?

We were just talking.

You're causing her distress.

Just... Just leave us.

What happened with Julia?

Her father's illness clearly upset her.

I think we should talk to her again away
from the others.

Look at that. Triumph 650.

Expensive bike, that.

They don't renounce all material
possessions, then.

Turkeys? Why would we want nine turkeys
at this time of the year? Not all of

them. Just a couple. Nobody here can
accept a Christmas.

So we'll totally give you the bird and
ruffle your feathers, but we won't be

gobbling up your offer.

Oh, very funny.

If Oscar Blaketon were a turkey, I could
wring his neck there.

Hi, Bernie.

How's Rosie?

Still poorly. They're keeping her in for
observation.

Not quite a shocker, this.

Poor girl.

We get the results of the post -mortem
this morning.

I'm pretty sure that whatever happened,
it's connected with Barton's

investigation of the cult.

What makes you think that?

Going through Barton's notes, he seemed
close to uncovering something about its

financial background.

The boss wants the place under
surveillance.

Can you second me an officer,
temporarily?

I'd feel happier if you had a more
positive lead, or that you had actual

evidence of the cult's involvement with
Barton's death, or the assault on Miss

Cartwright.

Since he's been working on it, you'd
better have Walker.

I'll call him.

But I can't spare him long, man.

I have my own priorities.

Right, a reminder of recent unsolved
misdemeanours in the area.

You need to clear them up.

Study, digest and act upon them, please.

These are from Geoff Younger.

I've seen fresher looking grief, but
never mind, it's the thought that

eh?

The flowers are lovely.

Oh, these are from everyone at the pub
and these are from everyone at the

station.

I know they need to know what happened,
but it's all just days.

Will you stop worrying?

Just get yourself better and don't go
eating too many of them dodgy grapes.

How are you feeling?

Oh, Bernie, more great.

Just what I wanted.

How's Rosie?

She said I'll keep her in for another
day or two.

And she'll need time off work to
recover.

She's not happy about it.

If I had a bang on my head, I'd take all
the time off that was going.

Yeah. I don't seem to have any for a
private life these days. I know what you

mean. I've been a bit caught up
recently. What with the exam and

Why don't we go for a meal out tonight?

Something cheap and cheerful.

Why not?

All right.

How about the new curry place in
Ashfordly?

Sounds great. You're on.

See you later.

Derek, you're going to let Trevor have
some of that food.

Get stuck in there, you big chicken.

Don't get scared off. Trevor, come on.

A turkey called Trevor. What do you want
to go giving them names for?

They're all so different.

Anyway, they like it when I talk to
them. Yeah, well, I would like it if I

find some buyers.

I've been over to Whitby, I've got
nowhere.

Oh, the stink of them. We're going to
have to shove them in the shed till we

shift them. Oh, no, no, it's freezing
out there, Aunt Peggy. I'll clean all

up later on.

Anyway, I'm going to take some of the
boys out for a bit of a ride with me,

know, in the cab of the truck.

You what?

There'll be company for me. And I've got
to go into town anyway.

You'd like to come for a bit of a ride,
wouldn't you, Graham, eh?

Cheeky monkey.

Oh, this has just come from the
pathologist.

No evidence of a third party being
involved.

Barton died from a heart attack.

Are you sure?

Well, when I worked with him when he was
on the force, he had a heart condition,

as I recall.

And he left the force for health
reasons.

Did you know him well?

No. But Oscar Blaketon's a good pal.

Which leaves the question, who attacked
Rosie?

And why?

I still believe someone from the cult
was involved in all this.

Milliphone said I was seconded to
playing clothes for a day or two.

It may be longer.

I want round -the -clock surveillance on
the cult.

Night. Starting tonight.

Log all arrivals, departures, speak to
Julia Wolcott again if possible.

I need to know if Flambard's persuaded
to forgive her inheritance of the cult.

And anything else she might know.

I'm following up on Barton's case notes
and Rosie Cartwright.

Radio the station if anything comes up.

Oh,

I'm going to have to pull out of here
tonight.

Oh. Miller's become the meat of playing
clothes for a couple of nights.

Miller has, has he?

Yeah. Funny.

Quite different in a skirt.

The beach was the place to go.

Nice flowers?

They're from you lot down at the
station.

Oh, yeah.

Of course.

We're still struggling to find out who
attacked you.

If you even caught a glimpse, it would
help.

All the blur, really.

I saw the body, and then before I knew
it, I'd been hit from behind.

You didn't see the attacker at all?

No.

But I have remembered something.

As I lay on the ground, I heard a
motorbike start up.

I just caught a glimpse of it as he
left. Notified.

Did you see the number plate?

No.

But from what I did see, I think it may
have been like a triumph or something

like that.

We saw a Triumph 650 at the house.

Common enough bike.

Without a number plate, it means
nothing.

Oh, come on. Rosie was attacked by
someone on a motorbike. We find the same

of bike belongs to the cult that Barton
was investigating.

They have to be suspects.

For what?

Barton died of natural causes.

He died of a heart attack whilst
investigating financial aspects of the

Further study of his notes now shows
they've set up an offshore account.

Some sort of tax dodge.

Or maybe something more sinister.

Barton was working with an accountant to
unravel it.

He only mentions his first name. If I
can trace him, I'll learn a lot more.

You've no actual evidence that a crime
has been committed.

Rosie Cartwright was a victim of an
assault. There's nothing to suggest that

cult was involved there.

Look, I'm sorry, but I cannot justify my
men on 24 -hour surveillance there.

I'll run my case as I see fit.

Not where my officers are concerned.

I'll answer to division on that, and I
am not happy about it.

I'll review the position in the morning.

Julian!

You frightened me.

I'm sorry.

I thought you might like to talk with
nobody else around.

No, why should I?

Look, I was sorry to hear about my dad,
so I've written a letter to my parents.

They're worried that you're going to
hand over your inheritance to the temple

your birthday. Oh, what if I do?

There's nothing wrong with that, is
there? Gregory Flambard says that the

you lead here is austere.

If that's the case, why do they need you
to sign over such a large amount of

money?

Because I'll be purer without it. Why
does Flambard want it? Won't that make

impure too?

Well, no.

Well, well.

You again.

Sneaking back out of uniform this time.

Was I annoying you, Julia?

Do you mind? We're trying to have a
private conversation.

You don't want to talk to the police, do
you, Julia?

If you bother her again, I'll complain
to the authorities about police

harassment.

Yes, he had a weak ticker, did Peter.

It's a shame. He was a good cop.

I think he was trying to uncover a
financial fraud.

Would he have been up to that?

Well, he worked on fraud cases before,
but he would have needed expert help.

There was an accountant mentioned.

Oliver somebody.

I think Flambard's siphoning off money
that's been given to the cult into his

own offshore account.

But I need more evidence.

Of course, yes.

Oliver Henshaw.

An accountant in Leeds.

Peter worked with him some years ago. I
believe they became good mates.

Thanks, Oscar.

I owe you one.

Has it been nice having a night off
while others are working out in the

I've been here on business, Carol.

And I'll be working till very late.

And the other one.

Right, go on.

And you, Keith. Down you go.

Right, time for a walk. Go on.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Well, it's just, you know, me and the
boys are going out for a bit of a walk.

Work off some of that food.

Got a feeling that Derek is getting a
little bit tubby, aren't you?

Give me strength.

I want them tubby. That's the general
idea for wanting a nice plump bird on

table. They're not dogs.

You don't take turkeys for walks.

P .P. Walker is the Aidensfield bobby.

He is needed there.

He should not be up half the night on
fruitless surveillance based on a whim.

It wasn't fruitless. He's confirmed that
the bike there is registered to Jez

Flambard, the cult leader's son.

Proves nothing.

Rosie Cartwright could not identify a
number plate at the scene. I'd have just

been to see the accountant Barton
consulted.

He's come up with some interesting stuff
on Gregory Flambard's finances.

The offshore account Temple recently set
up?

Seems some money's been transferred into
it.

So, you think that a member of the cult
followed Barton, tried to persuade him

to drop the investigation. Barton had a
heart attack, they panicked, hit Rosie

Cartwright over the head and then rode
away on Jez Flambard's motorbike.

I know it's hard to prove, but Walker
spoke to Julia last night.

He thinks with a bit of persuasion she
may talk further. I'm sorry, but I can't

spare one of my men on something so
speculative.

I'm going to ask a division to let
Walker resume his normal duties.

Oh, yes, to be clean, dressed and ready
for the table.

We shall be there, don't worry.

Thank you.

Are we going out for dinner, then?

No. Wait, she said you had to be all
cleaned and dressed and ready for the

table. Not us, you clot.

Them.

The Swan Hotel Scarborough's buying the
lot.

Some for now and the rest in the freezer
for Rotary Club dinners and the like.

You're going to put Berwick and Trevor
in the freezer?

Well, either that or straight in the
oven.

No, Aunt Peg.

They're not ready.

They need building up some more.

Maybe next Christmas.

Oh, don't be so...

Delta Alpha 2 -4, come in, over.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 receiving, over.
Sergeant Miller here, Walker.

You're to return to your normal duties.

Over.

Yes, Sarge.

Out.

It's time we got back to some proper
police work.

Our clear -up rate is way down this
month.

Jimmy.

What are you frightened of?

If this place is so free and pure, why
can't you talk openly with me? No.

Not now, please. Call me on this number
when you get a chance.

Ah, Julia.

It's your birthday tomorrow, isn't it?

Well, we shall have to take special care
of you.

Well, well.

Looks like he's found himself another
favourite.

No, not Julia.

She isn't for him.

She is if you select her.

Your father can have anyone he likes.

Evening. Ah, Jeff.

Caught any villains or made any arrests
today?

Er, the Sarge reckons we're slipping,
not catching enough criminals.

Well, actually, I did merely issue a
parking ticket yesterday.

All right.

What held you back, Tiger?

Since you ask, a cab full of turkeys.
You what?

David Stockwell's lorry was parked a bit
dodgily.

I went to have a look in the cab, but I
couldn't see who were driving it for all

these turkeys that were in there.

And they drove off before I could have a
word.

And did you perhaps wonder why David
Stockwell's cab was full of turkeys?

If you'd read the crime memo that I gave
you yesterday, you would know that

turkeys were stolen a short while ago
from a farm.

Not five miles away!

Nine to be slaughtered, plucked, gutted
and cleaned by tomorrow. So we'll have

to get cracking.

Now, the best way to kill a turkey is to
wring its neck.

Just like that. Only takes a second.

I can't do that.

I want to Trevor and Derek.

Well, it's either that or...

My father's asked you to come here to
his room, hasn't he?

No, no, he hasn't.

You don't have to do what he asks if you
don't want to, Julian.

No, it's just the only phones in there.

I was hoping to phone my parents for my
birthday tomorrow. They'll try and get

you to leave the temple.

Don't worry, I won't.

You know how I feel about you.

I can't bear the thought of my father.

Make your call.

And then come to my room.

I can't believe Miller's been so
obstructive, having you taken off the

Is there anything you need to fill me in
on?

Ainsfield Police House?

Yes, of course.

It's Julia Walker. I saw her earlier.

I was shocked when I heard that that
private detective was dead.

I'm also very upset about the news with
my dad.

Julia, I'm going to hand you over to DS
Rachel Dawson.

She's the officer in charge of the case,
OK?

Hello, Julia.

I'd like to come and talk to you, if I
may.

We've got evidence that Gregory Flambard
set up a secret offshore account.

OK.

I'll meet you by the tower in the
grounds.

Julia? What are you doing here?

I... So destructive, and yet

so beautifully made.

Purity of design.

Stark simplicity.

Why have you got a gun? I don't
understand.

There are many things that you don't
understand yet, Julia.

Well, I see...

You couldn't resist coming into my inner
sanctum.

I'm so sorry. I shouldn't be here. No,
no, no, no.

Stay.

I think that we should begin celebrating
your coming of age.

Is the accountant's right that Julia's
money will be transferred offshore

tomorrow? I'll come with you as backup.

Remember what happened to Rosie?

Miller's had you taken off the case. I'm
not risking a bust up at HQ.

Don't worry.

I'm a big girl now.

I think

I ought to go now.

Relax.

Have a drink.

You'll be of age in a couple of hours.

That's a big moment in a young woman's
life.

A toast.

Let yourself enjoy the experience.

Right. The quicker the better.

Stay.

Who's that at this hour?

Evening. We're here on a matter of
stolen turkeys.

Stolen turkeys? I know nothing about
stolen turkeys.

These turkeys were stolen from a farm
not far from here two weeks before

Christmas. Well, there must be another
lot.

I took them from Ilda Skinner out of the
goodness of me heart.

And we've really cared for them, haven't
we, David?

But why were they stuffed into the cab
of your lorry yesterday? We're not

stuffed in.

They enjoyed the trip out.

Especially Derek. And how did Hilda
Skinner come by these turkeys?

I've no idea. Perhaps her late husband
Stan might have been able to enlighten

us. He had form for this sort of thing.

Now, these birds are ringed. The farmer
is on his way.

Handling stolen goods is a criminal
offence, Mrs Armstrong. Yeah, well, I...

know they were stolen.

Rainy tree, you're after my money.

Of course it earned money.

Didn't like the thought of you being
here alone.

That's fine, Julia.

What are you doing here? Where's Julia?
You know right to just walk in here like

this is police harassment.

Where is she? In my father's bed by now.

He asked her to his room and she went.

He's trying to steal her money, isn't
he?

What are you talking about?

My father wants her flesh, her spirit,
not her fortune.

Well, somebody here wants it.

Maybe it's you.

No, please, I don't want you to.

Well, why else did you come here then?

No, please, no!

Leave her alone, Mr Flambard.

Well, well, well.

It's our glamorous police sergeant. Do
you have a warrant to come bursting in

here? I'm here to meet Julia.

I have some things you should see.

You've set up an offshore account to
siphon off money, including Julia's

forthcoming inheritance.

What are you talking about?

Offshore account?

This has got nothing to do with me.

Devious little cow.

Sorry?

He means me.

Sarah does all the accounts.

I can't believe she'd steal from us.

Where is she now?

In her room, I suppose.

My first role when I arrived was in
here.

In his bed.

Until younger, prettier disciple took my
place.

Sarah, be very careful with that gun.

It's very dangerous. Now he just sees me
as some mousy bookkeeper who handles

the bills.

Sarah, put the gun down.

No.

When the banks open for business
tomorrow morning, Julia's inheritance

into the cult's account and then
immediately out again into the offshore

account, to which only I'll have access.

Why do you need money?

I mean, you've got everything you need
right here. What, listening to your

inanities?

Watching you lust after every female
that walks through the door?

Sarah, you treacherous little bitch!

This is her room.

Who has a gun here?

My father.

Bang, bang.

I used to shoot you down.

This is crazy, Sarah.

Put the gun down.

I'm holding you here till Julie of Money
comes through.

You can't keep us here all night. You'll
bleed to death.

It's only a earthly shell that's
damaged.

His spirit will live on in another life.

Won't it, Gregory?

If he dies, he'll be charged with
murder.

You'll get a life.

Then I suppose I might as well kill you
two as well.

Don't leave me!

There's another officer in the building.

You're lying.

No, she's not.

You okay?

I'll get an ambulance.

Thank you for bringing our daughter back
to us.

Her father's been very heartened by the
news.

Seeing you is the best birthday present
I could wish for.

She's not the only one leaving the cult.

Looks like they've found some real
enlightenment at last.

Sarah, I've met she used Flambard's bike
to go and meet Barton and try and throw

him off the trail.

She was there when he collapsed and
died.

She was the one who attacked Rosie.

Miller will probably give you a bad time
about tonight.

We both bent the rules a bit going in
there.

I was off duty.

In my own time. I just decided to
follow.

Thank God you did.

Sorry.

Delayed shock, I expect.

It's not every day you look down the
barrel of a gun.

Hey, you're shivering.

Come here.

I think I'd better be going, Constable.

Keep an eye on Trevor because he gets a
bit travel sick. Is that all the thanks

we get?

Don't push it.

It's cost me sacks and sacks of bird
feed and pounds down.

If you hear a noise, it'll be my heart
breaking.

Working late?

I had a premature baby to deliver on a
farm out on the moors.

Um, I was just off for a drink.

Oh, right.

Do you fancy joining me?

Yeah, why not?

I think I've got my taste back for that.
I might have another.

No, you don't. I'll get you a tonic
water, Rosemary.

Spoiled sport.

Ah, Rob.

I understand you could be in line for a
commendation.

Dia Stawson's been telling me all about
the Peter Barton case and she's been

singing your praises.

Hiya. You off?

Yeah, got a fair bit of paperwork to
complete.

See you.

What happened tonight with you two?

Sorry? I had to sing your praises.

Oh, just did my job, you know, that's
all. There's no reward for doing folk a

favour these days.

Well, at least it means that Derek and
all the others aren't going to end up in

a freezer tomorrow morning.

Anyone fancy a butty?

The opposing dog team have cried off.

All right, at least it's not a finote.

Fancy, it is lovely.

The turkey, David.

The freezer's been full since Christmas.

We've got loads of it.

Do you want another?

Younger? Your father's in the interview
room.

He's drunk.

It's a bit embarrassing for me, Mum,
down at the station.

You're embarrassed of your father?

Have we been here before?

Not in this life.

Are you psychic?

Someone else is going to die!

There's enough there to blow up half of
Aidensfield.

Don't!