All language subtitles for heartbeat_s16e22_troubled_waters

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

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

Yeah. Yeah, of course she is.

Why didn't it just come?

I never had this trouble without Tommy.

Some babies like to take the time.

It's nothing to worry about.

But just to be on the safe side, I'm
going to go call the doctor.

Something's going wrong, isn't it?

The baby's heart beats a little slow,
but there could be lots of reasons for

that. You just need to try and relax and
take some deep breaths.

But it'll be all right.

Back in a sec.

Ken, I need you to call the doctor.

Right.

Wouldn't it be better if you spoke to
him?

I have to get back to Maggie. Just tell
them that Nurse Cassidy said it's urgent

and we need a doctor now.

Right.

Don't worry, lad.

Doctor will be here soon.

I've got so much more of this.

Not long now.

Yeah.

It's me wife. She's in labour.

Maggie. Maggie Hutchinson.

Nurse Cassidy says we need the doctor
now. Says it's urgent.

Well, she'd speak to herself, but she's
with the wife.

Look, I can't help that.

We need him now.

He's got your message to him.

Well, what are we supposed to do then?

You're doing great.

That's it. You're nearly there. You're
nearly there.

Look,

give me the address and I'll go round
there and fetch myself.

Well, why not?

No, I'm not trying to be funny.

Look, what's the point?

What are we going to do now?

I'm so sorry, Maggie.

Max?

What's going on?

I'm really sorry, Ken.

The baby was born a few minutes ago, but
it died.

What? It was a little girl.

Would you like to come up?

Right,

well, I'll set the wheels in motion.

Thanks for letting us know.

Bye.

Alf, who's the coroner's officer?

Er, Rob.

I heard Cassidy's had a sudden infant
death.

What's the address?

Well, you better give him a call on the
radio.

I don't know.

A dead baby.

I'm dreading having to deal with one of
them.

You're not alone.

Given the choice, most coppers prefer to
face a villain with a sawn -off

shotgun.

They'll probably keep you in for a day
or so. I'll take you over.

I'll pop in as soon as I can, okay?

What are you going to do with her now?

Well, I'll have to be a post -mortem to
establish the cause of death.

Morning.

It's a good sun.

You okay?

Yeah.

I need to see the body in situ.

Oh, no, just my look.

Oscar!

What a lovely surprise.

Emily, how are you?

You know, soldiering on.

It's what Ted would have wanted.

I'm having a special headstone made for
him.

Mr. Scripps is kindly organising it for
me.

Mary Weather.

Oh, do please call me Emily.

You've been such a help, I feel we're
friends already.

Perhaps you'd like to come through to
the office, Emily.

Oh, dear.

What? Bernie needs to watch his step.

You know what they call her at the golf
club?

The praying mantis.

I

think

it's what they call white asphyxia.

You've seen it before?

Yeah, once when I was training.

The baby suffered from heart failure.

How soon after it was born?

Pretty much straight away. I knew as
soon as I delivered her. She was pale

limp.

I cleared the airways and tried to give
oxygen, but it was no good.

The GP will have to certify death.

Well, I sent for him as soon as I knew
there was a problem.

When was that?

The labour was quite prolonged and
Maggie was having a lot of trouble and

when the fetal heartbeat dropped below
100, I... I think I

should have had them here from the
start.

You wanted to know.

But she's not that young.

I probably should have taken a more
cautious approach.

Look, I can wait for the doctor, make
arrangements for the hospital mortuary.

You should go home.

I'm quite capable of finishing the job.
I'm not saying you aren't.

I've, um, dropped it down there.

Time of delivery and the time of death.

I'll correct it within a minute or two.

Thanks. I'll pack it up for you to find.

That should be the doctor now.

A bit early for this, isn't it, Ken?

My money not good enough for you, then?

There's no need to be unpleasant.

I just hope you're not going outside and
getting in that lorry of yours.

Once a copper, always a copper, Ed
Blaketon.

Phone the watchery. They're expecting
you.

Aye, I know they do.

What's that?

You live here, do you?

He took my mum away in an ambulance.

Well, where's your dad?

The baby died.

Yeah, I'm afraid it did.

Is my mum going to die too?

No, no, I'm sure she'll be fine.

Tommy, I've been looking everywhere for
you. Do you want to come to the hospital

with me and see your mum?

Come on, then.

Carol, the PM is scheduled for four o
'clock. I'll let you know the results.

Did you have to watch them?

It's the general idea.

It's the duty of the coroner's officer
to identify the corpse for the

pathologist.

I couldn't do it.

Well, you just have to think about
something else.

Like what?

Go and put the kettle on, lad.

I'm sure Rob could do with a cuppa.

That's what caught it.

Yeah, no question.

In fact, I'd best find the coroner
before he goes home.

Here she comes, the edge of

death.

She'll build you up to just put you
down.

What a clown, cause everybody knows the
way she ever

thinks she does to me.

Oh, Mrs. Merriweather.

Oh, now, Bernard, we've been through all
that.

Force of habit, I'm sorry.

On the other hand, a man should never
apologise for being a natural gentleman.

Is there a problem? I thought we'd
sorted everything out about the

Oh, it's just me. I'm probably being
very silly, but it's the wording. I'm

not sure.

These things are very personal.

Husband, friend, golfer.

It's simple to the point. Do you think
so?

Well, I wondered about...

Poetry. A quotation, maybe.

Quotations you have to be careful with,
otherwise you end up with a gigantic

headstone and little tiny writing.

Oh, there you see.

The advice of a practical man.

That's all I needed.

I'm very pleased to have been of
assistance.

I'm just so scatty.

Oh, you couldn't do me another favour,
could you?

Well, if I can.

I've had a letter from the solicitor,
but... My poor brain. I just can't make

head nor tail of it.

It's stopped. and shares and Ted's will.

Have you not got a relative?

No, I'm all alone in the world.

There are men who would take advantage
of that situation, but with you,

I know that could never be the case.

I'll pop round tomorrow, shall I?

We could have a drink afterwards.

Yes, if you like.

You've taken such a weight off my
shoulders.

I reckon I need this.

For a bad day?

Yeah. Well, we fell away on his
honeymoon still.

Yeah, I can't wait to have Gina back.

And I had to attend the post -mortem of
a sudden infant death as well.

Well, that's never easy.

I don't suppose you've eaten carrot,
have you?

No, she's not been in.

Put another scotch in there.

You've been drinking since dinner time,
Ken. I think you should go home.

Are you refusing to serve me?

In a word, yes.

Look, if I want to get plastered, that's
my business.

Now, put another Scotch in there.

Well, hang on there, mate.

You're clearly very drunk. The
landlord's refused to serve you. I think

should go home quietly.

What's your opinion?

I'm a police officer.

Now, go home. That's on Nick here. Yeah?

You and whose army, eh?

Great chopper's always interfering.

Ken, are you all right?

Tell me he's a friend of yours.

He's Maggie's husband. I've been looking
everywhere for him. I've got Tommy

outfired in the car.

Yeah, well, I'm afraid he's under
arrest.

Come here.

Are you sure you want to let this drop?

He's not a bad bloke, by all accounts.

He's not given Oscar Blake trouble
before.

Changed there regularly, but this was
clearly a one -off.

Nurse Cassidy reckons he took the loss
of the baby pretty bad.

Well, you're the one who took his ring
out.

I'll survive.

Right, Mr Hutchinson.

In view of certain exceptional
circumstances brought to my attention,

to let you off with a caution.

Hey, listen.

Don't do me any favours, will you? Don't
try my patience.

Go home and sober up.

Nurse Cassidy's been to Ashfordly
General to see your wife.

All right, is she?

Maybe you should go and see for
yourself.

And if you're wondering where your son
is, your next door neighbour's looking

after him.

Doctors.

Coppers. You're all alike, aren't you?

You're all for it. Do you want to be up
before the magistrates for assaulting a

police officer?

No, I didn't think so.

I get out of here before I change my
mind.

How's she doing?

They'll keep her in for another day or
so.

But she'll be fine.

Right then.

Not much gratitude, I'm afraid, there,
Nurse Cassidy.

Poor man's been for an ordeal.

Don't expect him to be grateful.

I've got a statement.

Is there anything else?

I've got the pink form from the coroner
authorising burial.

Perhaps it's best if you give it to
Misfits Hutchinson.

I think that more or less wraps things
up.

Right.

Thanks for your help.

Always a difficult one, that.

Yeah. I wish she'd stop blaming herself,
though.

Oh, she will.

Give her time.

Yeah.

And what makes you think she's a femme
fatale?

After her first husband died, she got
the second lined up, married him within

three months.

Who told you all this?

Oscar. At the golf club, they call us
the praying mantis. Oh, you don't want

take no notice of him. What does he
know?

Oh, Mr. Blaketon knows lots of people.

Oh, yes, to serve a drink to or have a
chat with.

But Oscar Blaketon, expert on women?

No, I don't think so.

Somebody taking my name in vain?

Praying mantis.

The poor woman's just lost her husband
and wants to give him a decent head

start. Oh, no, no, you chapped down the
golf club after a few... Tots too many,

no doubt.

You've decided she's some kind of man
-eating monster.

I never saw you as one of these women's
libbers. You'll be carrying a banner

next. Or burning your bra.

I'll tell you what, they'll burn her
bra.

Men are always going on about women
being malicious gossip.

Well, men are ten times worse.

Especially men that frequent golf clubs.

Right, how about a small wager?

Make it a big one, if you've got a
stomach for it. A fiver, says she hooks

Bernie. Hang on a minute. This is Bernie
we're talking about.

Can't turn his life into a bet.

Why are you so sure?

Because I'm a better judge of character
than you are. Ten quid says you're not.

Done. I don't believe this.

All the formalities have been completed.

So the coroner's released the body.

I'm expecting to christen her, not bury
her.

Have you thought of a name?

Annie.

After my mum.

That's nice.

Don't know what Ken will say. He hated
my mum.

Has he been in yet?

I doubt he will be.

I reckon this is it for us.

Oh, no, he doesn't accept.

You don't understand love.

The baby.

That's all that's been keeping us
together.

Well, when you were in labour, it seemed
to me he was pretty concerned about

you. He's been seeing for the woman.

Barmaid, I think she is.

When I felt pregnant, he agreed to knock
it on the head. Now, well, who knows

what he'll do.

I could talk to him if you like.

And say what?

Him on the lorries.

There's never been an easy marriage.

When he goes away, he drinks. And when
he drinks, he chases other women.

I think he cares for you a lot more than
you think.

Why did I have to lose her, Ray?

She looked so perfect.

There was nothing wrong with her.

Her little hat, her fingernails, her
whole back.

Maggie, I'm so sorry.

I mean, it wouldn't be better if you
just did this.

No.

You need to talk to him man to man.

He's far more likely to open up to you.

Man to man?

Why am I meant to do that?

Well, you start out with something
general.

Football, whatever, I don't know.

And then, when you've got him chatting,
you casually slip her name into the

conversation.

Just all that casual life. Yeah, you
see?

You've got the idea.

David, you made me jump.

Oh, sorry.

Good news about the football?

What football?

Oh, no, I was just... Oh, the football.

Generally, as a game.

As you know, I don't follow it. I can't
stand it.

Oh, well, can I?

Aunt Peggy does, though.

Occasionally.

Is this going anywhere? Because I'm a
bit busy.

No, no.

Well, I just thought we might have a bit
of a chat.

Casually, you know.

Man to man.

Are you in trouble?

No. Come on, you can tell me. I won't
rat on you to Peggy. Oh, I'm not. I'm

in trouble.

I'm just curious.

About what?

Would you like her, then?

Like who?

Mrs Mantis.

Mrs Merriweather.

Oh, well, she's all right.

Just, you know, at the pub at lunchtime,
you were... eating together.

Well, she's just paid me a tidy sum for
a marble headstone for her husband. The

least I can do is buy her a drink.

Any news on your sergeant's exam, sir?
Still waiting.

You won't have any problems, will you?

We'll see.

I was hoping he might come in. Let me
get you a drink.

Listen, Rob.

Midwifery's part of my job.

I've seen sudden infant death before.
They're never easy, but I know how to

with them.

I don't need rescuing by you.

I'm sorry if it came across like that. I
was just trying to help.

Really? What, you thought you'd arrest
Ken Hutchinson?

His wife's in hospital. His son needs
him. But you throw him in a cell?

Very helpful.

Hang on a minute, Carol. It wasn't Rob's
fault. I mean, Ken was drunk, spoiling

for a fight.

As far as this place is concerned, he's
bad.

Well, that's very understanding of you,
Oscar.

Just the way to treat a man who'd grieve
him for his dead child.

Do you know what?

I don't think I fancy a drink, after
all.

Look at that.

A hounding birdie like a couple of
private eyes. The whole thing's

Yeah, I suppose it is a bit silly,
really.

All her fault. She should never have
goaded me.

Just blow up the bet.

It's not her own fault, is it?

I will if she will.

You're like a couple of kids.

What can you see?

Oh, I'll take this as script.

He's sweeping up.

No sign of the target.

Nope.

Right. Oscar says he'll call off the bet
if you will. Well, of course he will,

because he knows he's about to lose.

Since they concluded the business of her
husband's headstone, Mrs Merriweather's

never been near the place. Oscar
Blaketon was plainly wrong.

Does it really matter?

It matters to the tune of ten quid, and
he's going to have to pay up.

Tommy, shouldn't you be at school?

I couldn't wake up.

Where's your dad?

He went out.

Have you been on your own here all
night?

Where's my dad now?

I've been meaning to get to the
hospital, if that's what you've come

It's not just that. So you can stop
checking up on us.

I'm not.

Right then.

Inside.

Why aren't you at school?

You stayed at her house.

Cynthia, just going to tell my mum. You
promised her you wouldn't. Your job is

to keep your gob shut and go to school.
Have you got that?

I've had no breakfast.

Look, your mum's a bully. I don't want
you upsetting her. Do you understand?

You're not really going to go off with
her, are you?

I'll tell you what.

I'll make you sign it and then it's
school.

Bernie, have you got any more breakfast?

What's going on?

I'm going out. What's it look like?

It looks like you're going out on a
date.

Not Mrs Merriweather.

She's asked me for lunch. You don't
think this bow tie looks a bit silly, do

you? It's a bit unusual for you.

That's it. I don't want her to think I'm
boring.

People know you're an undertaker. They
jump to the wrong conclusions.

So are you serious about this, then?

She's a widow.

Neither of us are in our dotage.

Why shouldn't I?

Do you not think it's a bit soon since
you lost a husband?

Because Emily reckons you make up your
mind about someone in the first five

minutes. She might be right.

Oh, come on, Blaketon. This has been my
local for years.

I don't want any trouble, Ken.

Neither do I. I just want a quiet drink.

Oh, here we go. More interfering.

Ken, I just want to talk to you. Yeah,
well, I don't want to talk to you. All I

want is a quiet drink in me local. So
get lost, love.

Right, I'm calling the police.

Why can't you just leave us alone, eh?

Ken, I'm on your side.

I just want you to go and see Maggie.
She's just had a baby. Oh, yeah, she's

just had a baby, all right.

She was in labour for hours.

Only you didn't call the doctor in time,
did you? So the baby ended up dead.

There was nothing I could have done. The
truth of it is, you killed my baby.

Right, I want you out of here now and
you can take your self -pity with you,

right? Get out!

All right, Grandad, I'm going.

I shouldn't worry about him.

He's just looking for someone to blame,
that's all.

Yeah, I know.

Why don't I offer you a little more?

Oh, why, you'll just have a sandwich for
me lunch, and it'll keep me going all

day. I'm afraid I got a bit carried
away.

It's such a pleasure having a man to
cook for again.

The pain is all mine, I'm sure.

Listen to your wit, Bernard.

I do like a man who can make me laugh.

Oh, let me refresh your glass.

Well, I think I've probably had quite
enough already. Oh, nonsense!

Do you play golf?

No, not really. Just the occasional
pitch and punt.

Of course, I don't actually play myself,
but I am very involved in the social

side of the club.

I'm surprised a businessman of your
calibre hasn't seen the advantages of

membership.

Contacts, Bernard.

It's a garbage.

It pretty much runs itself and the
funeral parlour well.

Card and coffin.

You'll never be out of business.

No, I suppose not.

And you've never married?

I warned you about following me. Is
there something to do with you?

No, no, no.

Leave it to me. I'll shut it to that.

Get on your bike and clear off.

They're up in my home, in an ambulance.

So what are you doing here, then? You
should be looking after her. It's your

job. You cheeky little swine. Come here,
get on it.

Are you okay?

Come on, let's get you up.

Are you hurt?

No, thank you.

Look at you.

Tommy, isn't it?

Well, that was a bit of a stupid thing
to do, wasn't it?

You should look where you're going.

I was trying to get away from my dad.

I went to tell him.

He just had a go at me.

Hey, come on now.

Tell him what?

What do you want?

Two o 'clock this afternoon.

St Luke's Church. It's your baby's
funeral.

That's what your son came to tell you.

And I reckon if you're any sort of man,
you'll be there.

What, they'll know?

No. Cool, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

The

thing is,

Peggy, Oscar could be right.

Bernie seems pretty smitten to me.

Bow tie, you say?

I was talking about the same Bernie
script.

I say he'd hooked lunch yesterday.

Tonight she's taking him for drinks at
the golf club.

Ten quid to Oscar Blaketon.

I don't think I can stand the shame of
living with that. Forget about the

bed, Peggy. What about Bernie?

This is serious.

I think it's time I took a closer look
at this rampant female.

Have you got an address for her?

No, but I can find one.

I'm sorry I was a bit tetchy with you
yesterday.

I know you were only trying to help.

Broad shoulders, square jaw, I can take
it.

Let's hope they've turned a corner.

Yeah.

Of course, you could always buy me a
drink.

You're pushing your luck a bit, aren't
you?

Love is a gamble No matter

how you feel Love is a gamble It's a
rule, it's a deal Love is a gamble

Peggy Armstrong.

Mrs. I'm a widow like yourself and a
very dear friend of Mr. Bernard's

You don't mind if I come in, do you,
love?

Excuse me.

Hey, isn't this lovely?

Who set you up with this little lot,
then? Was it hubby number one or hubby

number two?

If you wouldn't mind, that's Capo De
Monte.

Now, Mrs.

Armstrong, what exactly is it that I can
do for you? I've come to warn you off.

I beg your pardon?

It's mine.

Oh. Am I to suppose we're talking about
Mr. Scripps?

He's spoken for. Oh, really?

Well, that wasn't the impression I got
when he lunched with me yesterday.

I did my best bourguignon, served with a
very good bottle of Margot, and I think

Bernard was fairly impressed.

I don't care if you dunked in your
undies and whistled deeply.

It's done.

Now. I've always admired a man who runs
his own business.

And Bernard has, too. The garage and the
undertakers.

With the right sort of wife, he could go
far.

Way beyond the narrow confines of
Aidensfield.

When did you bury your last husband?

A little over three weeks, but I don't
like to let the grass grow.

I really do miss the convenience of
having a man about the place.

Oh, I'm sure you do, love.

But you've got to get right back to that
golf club and pick another mug because

it ain't going to be burning.

Oh, really?

Well, I think you'll find you're a
little late with your intervention, Mrs

Armstrong.

Bernard and I already have an
understanding.

I'm expecting a proposal any day.

Now, if you'll let me show you out.

Tommy?

My dad's gone...

There again.

He had his tea with us and off he went.

How do you know that's where he's gone?

Followed him on the bike.

I don't know what I can do about this,
Tommy.

Just go and tell him.

I did it before.

Tell him to come home and stop upsetting
me, ma 'am.

I really don't think he's going to take
any notice of me.

I'm licking.

What he's doing isn't right, but it
isn't a crime.

What's the difference?

Quite a lot, I'm afraid.

I'm crying.

I'm sorry, Tommy.

He's always on at me.

Well, I'm big enough, I'll clock in one.

Won't need no copper then.

Praying mantis?

Black widow would be nearer the truth.

You really think she... Well, what did
her second husband die of? Was it heart

attack? Or was it just a bad case of
beef bugging on?

I feel a bit like I've let the lad down.

There's nothing I can do.

A bloke like Ken Hutchinson is not going
to change.

How do you know he hadn't gone to see
this woman to finish with her?

It's a bit naive, isn't it?

People get in a mess, they need a chance
to sort themselves out.

I think underneath it all, Ken's a
decent bloke who cares about his family.

Until he's had a drink inside of him,
then all he cares about is himself.

Why are you so cynical about everyone?

Not everyone.

Look, all I'm asking, Oscar, is you give
him another chance.

He's got a skull when he's with me.

First sign of trouble, and you're out.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll get the message.

OK, don't look so smug.

I'm not.

If you ask me, I reckon Maggie should
walk out on him. That'd teach him a

lesson. How would that work?

She's recovering from childbirth. He's
lost a baby. He's got no money, no job,

and she's got Tommy to consider.

Well... I know. Be nice.

Oh, come on, Carol. Let's not fall out
over this.

You just think like a typical copper.

Someone crosses the line and you write
them off. That's not fair.

See you around, Rob.

You all right?

He says you pulled out without looking.

Well, maybe I did.

Younger? Yes? Press the breathalyser.

Yes, Sergeant. Oh, come on. It's 8 o
'clock in the morning. And you smell

distillery. I might have had a couple of
nips to keep out of cold.

You should have nothing to worry about,
then. Oh, you're loving this, aren't

you, eh?

You've had it in for me from the start.
Get me barred from the pub. All right.

That's enough.

Blow in the bag.

Right. I'm arresting you on suspicion of
being over the prescribed limit.

You're not obliged to turn, then.

Drunk driving?

Look, I might have had a couple of pints
last night, but I'm perfectly sober

this morning. You might have killed him.
Yeah, but I didn't, did I?

Look, I lose my licence, I lose my job.
Do you understand?

But anything you do say may be written
down and given in evidence.

Put him in the car, young man.

Yes, sir.

Happy now?

Well, I'm glad you've come to see the
error of your ways.

Not error, exactly.

You see, the point is, I think we should
put our differences aside for Bernie's

sake. Well, he's a grown man.

If Emily Merriweather is what he wants,
who are we to dissuade him?

Well, we're his friends.

It's his business as she wants.

She made that very clear.

Her late husband Ted had a couple of
taxes when they met. After ten years of

marriage, he had a whole fleet.

I mean, she could be the making of
Bernie. He's fine as he is. What do you

him to do?

Spend the next ten years of his life
working himself into an early grave for

her?

No, of course not.

Well, let's see what I can do.

She's a very determined woman.

Please.

Calls me Aunt Peggy.

I'll give her a capo di monte.

My sister lives in Leeds. I'm thinking
of just going.

Taking Tommy.

She reckons I'd get a job easy enough.

Is that really what you want?

No.

You probably think I'm daft, but I just
wish he'd come back to us.

When he turned up at the funeral, you
seemed pretty close.

Yeah.

Yeah, we were.

But when we got home afterwards, I knew
nothing had changed.

He was straight on. to see you.

What a bluff.

Coppers have nicked me dad.

There you go. Oh, cheers.

Once the results of your blood test come
back, Sergeant Miller will decide

whether to formally charge you.

He's going to throw the book at me.

Why do you always assume that everyone's
against you?

Because they are.

Look, I've had it. I lose my license
after my job's gone. Everything.

You know...

Your son came to see me. He wanted me to
nick you for making his mum cry.

I'm surprised you didn't. Don't you care
about them at all? Of course I care

about them.

I work all hours God sends driving that
lorry just to keep them.

Sometimes I just fancy having a drink
and a bit of a laugh. Don't mean I don't

love them.

I'm just an ordinary bloke trying to get
by.

I've just had Nurse Cassidy on the phone
bending my ear about Ken Hutchinson and

how his family needs him.

She's got a point.

What's it say by the door?

Police station.

Not social services.

Not Women's Ruddy Institute.

I'm not defending the bloke. He's a
mess.

But what's going to happen to him?

He loses his job. He's on a downward
spiral.

More drink, more trouble.

Strikes me he'll end up in jail.

And what's the point in that?

The point is that it's our job to uphold
the law.

I've just got the blood test results
through.

How far over the limit is he?

Borderline.

You're not going soft on your own, are
you, Walker?

Maybe I'm just thinking differently. I
don't know.

But Ken Hutchinson is a lousy father.

And a worse husband. But he's not a
criminal. Not yet.

You pass your sergeant's exam.

This is the sort of decision you're
going to have to make.

If it was my call, I'd give him another
chance.

I don't understand why you let her talk.

Nurse Cafferty spoke to Sergeant Miller.

Do you mind if we take a detour?

When she told me to phone the doctor, I
knew they had all gone pear -shaped.

It wasn't Carol Cassidy's fault.

Yeah, I know.

Look, you've got a kid already.

He's the one that needs you.

You've just got to lay off the booze and
stop feeling sorry for yourself.

We had a lovely evening at the golf
club.

I think Bernard really enjoyed himself.

I've never really seen Bernie as a
golfer.

I'm encouraging him to take lessons.

Perhaps you could have a round or two
with him. You know, just to get him

You know, Emily, this is really rather
difficult.

As you know, I'm not one to listen to
gossip.

Not me neither, but do go on.

Well, I'm sure Bernie has told you that
he's having a few difficulties at the

moment. What sort of difficulties?

Financial.

I don't mean the bank is going to
foreclose. Well, not yet, anyway.

But the garage is certainly mortgage to
the hilt. I didn't realise that.

I think he's putting you in a rather
difficult position.

Why?

Well, you have a lovely home and savings
in the bank, no doubt.

Are you saying that Bernard Scripps is
looking for a rich wife to bail him out?

Well, I must admit that Bernie has never
been much of a ladies' man, so it's a

conclusion that some people might draw.

Oh, he's always been very quiet about
his finances.

Well, what can I say?

Oh, I'm so grateful to you for this,
Oscar.

A lady in my position, recently
bereaved, is bound to be vulnerable to

of thing.

It's so good to meet a real gentleman.

You're divorced, aren't you?

Kent. How are you?

How did he?

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

Oh, I see.

Right, well, I suppose you'd better come
in.

That copper, what's his name?

You mean Mob Walker? Yes, yes, that's
the one.

He said you spoke up for me.

Well, it was Maggie I was trying to
help. Oh, Maggie, she'll be all right.

She's gone to Leeds to live with her
sister.

I'm very sorry to hear that, Ken. Oh,
easy come, easy go, me.

You're on your own, aren't you?

Well, I don't see what that's got to do
with anything.

Oh, come on, don't go all snooty on me.
I'm sure you like a bit of fun. Look,

Ken, I think perhaps you should go, eh?
Oh, come on. Just have a drink.

Can you please just leave, now?

Women like me, they always have.

I know I have to have a laugh.

Look, this has gone far enough now. Just
get out. Oh, you're feisty.

I quite like that in a bit.

Just get out!

You OK? Oh, she's OK.

She just kicked me down them ruddy
stairs.

Ken didn't want to leave.

He thought I might be interested in
having a bit of fun with him. I wasn't.

he's assaulted you, I'm... Hang on.

I'm the one who's been assaulted.

I suggest you go home unless you want
another night in the cells.

Home. There's no for me there.

Whose fault's that?

I begged her to stay.

Begged her.

I wish you weren't having it.

Well, ask yourself why, Ken.

If you ever manage to come up with an
answer, you might work out how to get

back. Oh, I'm going for a drink.

You're all the same.

Selfish bitches.

Wow.

You know, I actually came round to see
if you fancied a drink.

Well, you'd better come round.

Are you sure?

You're not scared of me, are you, Rob?

She didn't really give any explanation.

Never mind.

Plenty more fish in the sea, eh?

Yeah, well, it was nice while it lasted.

Yes. It's a while since a woman took
that much interest in me. Well, you

want to upset yourself too much, Bernie.

Not really.

She wanted to organise everything, do
this, do that, join the golf club.

Actually, I was beginning to think I'd
had enough.

Well, there you are then.

It's all turned out for the best.

Ten quid, you owe me.

You get nothing.

You only won because I went round to see
her.

He'll hear you.

I bet.

It's still a bet.

He'll hear a lot more if you're not
careful about how you pretended to her

you were involved with him.

If that doesn't frighten him to death,
nothing will.

How are you going to stay at home soon?

Having just seen your man -handled pen
out the door, probably not.

Oh, Bob.

I feel stupid.

Well, there's nothing wrong with trying
to help people.

It's bad news, you were right.

Well, partly right.

We tried to give him a chance. We took a
risk. Sometimes it pays off, sometimes

it doesn't.

In the pub, I was really rude to you.
I'm sorry, I just...

I didn't like being proved wrong.

Well, I just want us to be friends
again.

Not just friends.

Hiya, Peggy. We've come to see David.

Oh.

No, thanks, Bestash.

I suppose Rob wanted to leave
Aidensfield.

That place attracts him like flies to a
cowpat.

And I want it closed down. You want a
den like UF, no?

Yeah, with a great big sign on the door
saying, Private!