11x19 - Love Hurts

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

That was a lovely meal.

Thank you.

No, thank "you". Evenings get pretty lonely for a single guy round here.

Fancy a nightcap?

Well...

Nice pub I know on the way back.

Right, one brandy, one orange juice.

No, no. Let me.

You paid for the meal.

Put your purse away. My treat tonight.

Bit of a dark horse, your sergeant. Haven't seen him in here before.

Just one for me Oscar. I think he's had enough.

I guess since Tom died, we've all felt the need to...

Er, get on with life.

It's precious.

Yeah, that's what Tom would want, so let's brighten up, eh?

She's very attractive, his new girlfriend, I must say.

I met her at the hospital once. She's got a teenage son.

Richard. It's Vivienne Keen.

Works at the bank. Anything else we can help you girls with?

That was a really nice evening.

Thank you.

Shame it has to end so soon.

Well, there's always another time.

If you'd like to, that is.

What do you think?

I'm sorry. I'm a bit out of practice at all this.

Don't be daft.

Shall I see you in?

Here we are, Mrs Garbutt.

Well, you look as if you had a nice trip.

There we are.

We'll soon have you home.

ENGINE FAILS TO TURN OVER

Highly-tuned carburettors can be a bit temperamental.

TRYING MOTOR AGAIN Oh, I don't believe this!

Morning, sarge. Nice day.

Paperwork's got very sloppy lately.

I want everyone's reports on my desk by tomorrow.

Right, sarge. I'll tell them.

I've had complaints about a Mini Cooper

speeding through the village. Have someone check it out.

Straight away, sarge.

DOOR OPENS

Good morning, madam. Can I help you?

Well, it's... it's rather difficult.

I've thought about it all night.

Well, take your time. What's the matter, then?

Well, he...

I couldn't believe he'd just steal it,

snatch it from me.

Someone stole something from you?

Yeah, my purse. My money.

Well, do you know him, this thief?

It's your colleague.

Sergeant Merton.

We'd had a really lovely evening. I don't go out on dates very much.

And, well, then he drove me home.

Yes?

Well, he kissed me,

and then he started dropping hints about coming inside.

Well, I said no,

and started to get out of the car, and he grabbed me.

He grabbed you?

Yeah. By the arm.

I told him to let go, and I got out of the car.

And then what?

Well, he... He sat there for a moment,

and then I heard him get out and follow me.

- He followed you out? - Yeah.

He turned really nasty.

In what way?

Well, he said

that he'd paid for the meal and the drinks

and that surely he could expect something in return.

Go on.

I said that my son was at home,

and I had to get up early the next morning,

and he said that if that was my attitude,

I should pay him back.

And he just snatched my purse out of my bag,

left me there and then drove off.

Now, did anyone else see what happened?

A neighbour? Passer-by?

No, I don't think so. It was dark,

and it's a very quiet street.

What was in your purse?

£ .

Erm,

I had a driving licence in there, and a photograph of Richard.

That's my son.

You do appreciate the seriousness of your allegations?

Yes. Yes, I do,

but I just can't afford to lose £ .

Oh, he...

He just suddenly changed.

He'd seemed such a perfect gentleman.

Would you like to hear what he has to say?

I mean, he may just have driven off without realising that the...

the purse had, say, fallen out inside the car.

It didn't fall out.

He snatched it,

and he knows that, and I know that.

It's a very specific allegation, sarge.

It's absolute nonsense.

- Well, I'm afraid I'll have to... - I know.

Inform division.

Go ahead.

BERNIE: Looks like the plugs are dirty.

You're supposed to have serviced this.

Well, I must have put the old ones back by mistake.

Oh, brilliant.

You've just cost me a fare, a tip and a rollicking.

Well, I haven't time now. Change them yourself.

The new ones are inside.

Now where are you going?

Allegations against a police officer are always unpleasant,

but we must be completely impartial.

After seeing Sgt Merton, I'll conduct a full investigation.

Ridiculous, the whole thing.

She seems a nice woman.

Why would she make up a thing like that?

It's a fit-up!

I'm suspended pending an investigation.

Is there anything we can do to help, Sergeant?

No. It's best you have no contact with me while this is going on.

I've asked Sgt Merton to leave his car here.

Bellamy, check it for the purse or anything belonging to Mrs Keen.

You and I will take Sgt Merton home.

Ventress, man the station.

Are you feeling all right, Vernon?

Why?

You're showing signs of working for a living.

Very funny. Just get me a scotch, Oscar.

Actually I have been working. David's left me with the taxi work

and Bernard has vanished into thin air.

I mean, what do I know about changing spark plugs?

Nothing judging by the state you're in.

- I hoped he'd be here. - Who? Bernie?

I saw him half an hour back. He was off to the doctor's.

Doctor's?

What's he gone to the doctor's for?

Maybe he's sickening for something.

Sickening?

The way he serviced my taxi was sickening.

MUSIC: 'Three Hours' by Nick Drake

♪ In search of a lifetime

♪ To tell when he's home

♪ In search of a story

♪ That's never been known... ♪

Who's she?

My sister with my parents and me.

Hardly relevant, is it?

She might have been a girlfriend.

Mrs Keen might have been jealous of a relationship you had.

We hardly knew each other.

Last night was our first date.

I'm usually a good judge of character.

Nothing upstairs, sir.

Check the kitchen.

So, you've no idea why she'd blacken your name?

I haven't a clue.

We met while I was cashing cheques at the bank.

She seemed very friendly.

I asked her out.

MIKE: Sir.

What is this?

What's going on?

We didn't put it there. You tell us.

£ in cash.

Driving licence.

Mrs Vivienne Keen. - This is a fit-up!

Er, Doctor.

Have you got a moment? - Yeah, of course.

My brother Bernard, has he been to see you?

You just missed him. I've seen him a few times recently.

A few times? What's wrong with him?

I'm afraid I can't discuss it. You need to ask him yourself.

I've absolutely no idea how it got there.

Does anyone else have access to your house?

Neighbour? Cleaner?

You say Mrs Keen has never been to the house.

Presumably we can discount the possibility

of her having planted it there.

Unless she gained access after I left.

There was no sign of a break-in.

No obvious sign that's true.

If she gained access in daylight, presumably your neighbours

could have seen her. - Yes.

Right.

So, you noticed no one unusual?

- Nothing. - Thanks for your help.

MIKE: Any luck?

PHIL: No.

No, nobody saw anything out of the ordinary.

Usual deliveries, you know.

Postman, milkman, bloke from the gas board.

No suspicious females. - Someone's been clever.

Unless he actually did take it.

Then somebody's being very stupid.

BERNIE: What are you doing?

Er, just looking for some paperwork.

There's something stark about the skeletal outline of trees

in winter.

- What? - Been for a walk.

Funny how you take things like that for granted.

Look at things through different eyes

and it's like you're seeing things for the very first time.

Bernard, what's wrong?

- I told you, dirty spark plugs. - Not the car.

It's you I'm concerned about.

Me? Since when?

You're only interested in me when you want something.

Oh, Bernard, that's a very hurtful thing to say.

All right, so I'm not always thoughful.

But that's going to change.

You're my flesh and blood.

I'm going to take care of you. - What?

I bet you've not been eating properly.

How about a nice cup of tea and a barm cake?

No thanks. I'm really not hungry.

No one saw anyone acting suspiciously near his house?

It isn't conclusive just because of that.

The stolen purse was found in his home.

No one else has keys.

No sign of a break-in. If our suspect wasn't an officer,

wouldn't you find that pretty conclusive?

Dennis Ian Merton,

I charge you with theft contrary to Section One of the Theft Act.

I'm bailing you to appear before the Magistrates Court

under Section of the Magistrates Act .

You must inform us...

If I plan to travel anywhere. Don't worry, I'll be around.

And I'll take your warrant card.

I understand you recently passed your sergeant's exams?

Yes, but I've no actual experience.

You know the ropes here, you're qualified. Leave it with me.

SOMBRE CLASSICAL MUSIC

MUSIC CONTINUES

Bernard, are you OK?

You winced. Is it heartburn? Indigestion?

Leave me alone.

MIKE: Sir...

I'm not sure, in the circumstances,

if I'm the right person to be acting sergeant.

Why take your sergeant's exams if you don't want responsibility?

You won't get far with that attitude.

It might be better

if the longest-serving officer stood in.

All right, let Ventress do it.

ROOM FALLS SILENT

Sergeant.

Half of bitter, please.

This is on the house. It's good to see you.

Thanks.

Not many people saying that at the moment.

No, I did hear the news.

Look, come through to the snug.

We'll have a talk.

There was this detective sergeant I knew, along with his wife,

he was reported for cruelty to his kids.

In the end it turned out to be a neighbour,

making false allegations

because his son was nicked for stealing.

I had my share of mud slung at me in my time.

Usually there's a reason though.

With her, I'm totally baffled.

Well, she does have a son.

Aye, Richard.

And to your knowledge he's never been in trouble?

I've certainly never come across him.

I hardly even know her.

I know it's tricky for you to make enquiries.

But would you like me to... have a sniff around?

Right, we'll get straight onto it, madam.

Yes, Alf.

A report of a Mini Cooper doing miles an hour in Strensford.

We've got to get it sorted it out.

I've a pile of paperwork to sort out. Can't Phil do it?

No, he's assisting DI Shiner today.

Excuse me, Jenny.

Erm, sorry to trouble you, but...

did you dish out these pills to my brother Bernard?

I dispensed them, yes.

Why?

Well...

I'm getting a bit concerned.

To be quite honest, yes.

Your brother has been acting rather strangely.

In what way?

You see, three of these prescriptions are the same.

He claimed he lost two of them, so he came back for more.

Candidly, I think he's a bit depressed.

PHONE RINGS

Dr Summerbee's surgery.

Depressed?

What sort of employee is Mrs Keen?

The very best sort.

Punctual, hard-working, conscientious.

Entirely trustworthy.

She has an excellent career record with the bank.

Do you know why she might hold a grudge?

Against Sgt Merton, in particular.

Absolutely not.

If she says he stole her purse, I for one would certainly

believe her.

Mrs Keen has a son.

She brought him up on her own, I gather.

Yes.

It's never affected her work. She's an excellent mother.

I had hoped to talk to her. She's not in the bank today?

In view of her ordeal, I suggested she took some time off.

Glowing personal references.

If it's a false allegation, it would seem out of character.

Might it be something to do with her son?

I called the lad's headmaster.

He's a studious boy, model pupil, never been in trouble.

So that doesn't fit either.

MUSIC: 'Tobacco Road' by The Nashville Teens

♪ I was born

♪ In a bunk

♪ Mama died and my daddy got drunk

♪ Left me here to

♪ Die alone

♪ In the middle of Tobacco Road

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa

♪ Grew up in

♪ A rusty shack

♪ All I had was hanging on my back

♪ Only you know

♪ How I loathe

♪ This place called Tobacco Road

♪ But it's home...

ENGINE REVS

♪ Tobacco Road...

years, he's got here.

He's stupid if he's thrown away a career like that.

We've all done daft things where women are concerned, I suppose.

♪ Gonna leave

♪ Get a job

♪ With the help and grace from above

♪ Save some money, get... ♪

TYRES SCREECH

You shouldn't be here. You're on duty.

- I just wanted to help. If I could. - Bradley,

when my officers are working, they shouldn't pursue

private investigations. Understood?

Yeah.

Mike.

Your sense of loyalty means a lot to me.

You're barking up the wrong tree, Oscar.

She's a first-rate woman.

Look...

I just want to check her background.

Mrs Keen's references are confidential.

Listen, Alan.

I'm only after the truth.

And if she does turn out to be a wrong 'un,

you won't want her working here, will you?

Oh, OK.

I was... I was a bit shaken at first,

but I'm a lot better.

Your son at school at the moment?

Oh. Yeah.

O levels next year.

I've er... I have told him... what's happened.

He'd have only picked up gossip, anyway.

Of course. A serving police sergeant charged with theft...

The newspapers are sure to pick it up.

Are you advising me to drop it?

No. I just want you to be aware of the seriousness of the case.

DOORBELL Would you like me to get that?

No. No, no. It's all right.

Excuse me.

Come to read the meter.

Oh. Er, right.

Yes. It's in the kitchen. I'll show you.

She seems genuine enough to me.

PHIL: It's probably a spur of the moment thing.

They row, he snatches the purse, drives off.

Panics, hides it.

Bingo. Whole career down the drain.

I'm... I'm sorry about that.

Look, Inspector. I'm not a vindictive person.

I've got a great deal of respect for the police.

I've simply told you the truth.

Then, thank you for your time, Mrs Keen.

Bernard.

I've been thinking.

This is the wrong sort of game for you.

Funerals, coffins, burials.

No wonder you get depressed.

You're selling up.

I'm doing what?

I've got a mate in Scarborough who's got a novelty joke emporium.

Squirty flowers, whoopee cushions, that sort of thing.

We're going into the chuckle business, you and me.

I'll soon put that smile back on that lovely face of yours.

Vernon, if you want to borrow money, just ask.

How much do you want?

Tenner do? There you go.

Can't take it with you, can you?

You're only young once.

Any news on the speeding driver, Mike?

No, Alf.

I was there all afternoon.

You make a very bad liar.

DI Shiner and Phil nicked the driver in Strensford.

Shiner wants you in my office now.

Loyalty to a fellow officer is an admirable quality.

It can be misplaced.

I still don't believe he did it, sir.

I've been checking Merton's file.

years ago in Leeds, DC Merton, as he then was,

had a complaint lodged against him.

A young female criminal claimed

that he stole her purse when she refused him sexual favours.

It's on his record. Take a look.

The woman retracted. The case never went to court.

Yet it's on his record. Is it fair?

All I'm saying is, do any of us really know Merton?

He's not been here that long.

Well, long enough. He risked his life trying to save Tom.

And was devastated when he died.

Look, we lost one good copper. Do we want to lose another?

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

ALF: Mike?

Shiner says if you take time off for unofficial enquiries,

you'll find yourself suspended. Understood?

Yes, Alf. Understood.

OSCAR: Well, Alf's in a very difficult position, Mike.

Mm.

- He's got a job to do. - Mm.

I know. Even so,

I've been thinking about checking out

this other woman's allegations.

The one that was withdrawn.

I'd be very careful, if I were you.

Vivienne Keen's references are excellent.

I also spoke to two of her previous bosses.

She's as straight as a die.

I'd keep digging, Oscar.

There's got to be something.

Vernon, Bernie not with you tonight? How is he?

I don't know, Oscar. He's been to the doctor's a lot.

I thought he might be ill.

Physically, you know?

But there's also these mood swings.

I mean, I'm...

I'm beginning to think the problem may be more...

up here.

Is he losing his marbles?

MUSIC: 'Guitar Tango' by The Shadows

- Hi there. - Bernie?

Are you all right?

Oh, sure.

Is this get-up for a fancy dress party or something?

No. You've got to be with it, haven't you?

Girls today like a casual style, don't they?

Oh, well, depending on er...

Yes, sort of.

I need another prescription.

- Dr Summerbee is out on calls. - Oh, is she?

Not here, then.

Shame. Real shame.

Why not come back later?

Yeah, right.

Sure.

CHILDREN SHOUT PLAYFULLY

- Mandy Shaw? - Who wants to know?

Mike Bradley. I'm a police officer.

I haven't been bothered by you lot for a while. What do you want?

It's not official. It's to do with

a colleague who's in trouble. I thought you might be able to help.

Me help a copper? Get lost.

It concerns a DC Merton and an allegation you made

against him ten years ago. - Merton? What about him?

Can I come in?

I've had enough of this.

There is something obviously very wrong with you, Bernard.

CAR HORN TOOTS

CAR HORN TOOTS PERSISTENTLY

Oh.

You're going to lose your business. Everything.

It can't go on like this, Doctor.

You should see him in there.

One minute he's happy as Larry, spending money on stupid clothes.

The next, he's down in the dumps again.

I've examined him several times.

He's in reasonable health. It's all in his head.

Do you think he needs to see a shrink?

No, I shouldn't have thought so.

There is a clinic at the hospital.

I could make an appointment if it puts your mind at rest.

I would be grateful. Call it three bob, eh?

You said he demanded sex and stole your purse when you refused.

- That's right. - You later withdrew the complaint.

It's my word against his. I've got a record.

T'police put pressure on me to drop it.

Mandy, I need to know the truth.

Did he steal your purse?

Yeah. Yeah, he did.

OK.

Thanks for your time.

No, wait.

It's bothered me for a while.

I made the whole thing up. - Why?

I was young. I'd fallen in with the wrong crowd.

Did some break-ins for kicks.

DC Merton spoke up for me in court.

I got off with probation.

T'others in t'g*ng got sent down.

They wanted revenge.

Threatened me. Forced me to make up stories against him.

It was a try-on. - Who were this g*ng?

Scum.

Frank Paton and his crowd. I'm out of all that now.

I've been straight for years.

Tell Merton I'm sorry. OK?

- Sit down. - Thanks.

Look, er... I know you told me not to get involved,

but I thought you might like to know

Mandy Shaw's admitted her story was a pack of lies.

Well, I'm glad she's come clean.

She might even be willing to give DI Shiner a statement

to set your past record straight.

It won't help me with the current charge.

There could be a connection to allegations against you.

Mandy Shaw knocked about on the criminal fringes.

Vivienne's squeaky clean. I see no connection.

Mandy's never even heard of her.

What about the g*ng who put her up to it?

Career criminals, Frank Paton's lot.

Dave Jackman, Terry Wills... Nasty bunch.

Any of them have a connection to Vivienne Keen, I wonder?

Leeds is their patch.

It seems unlikely.

They rob banks. They don't work in them.

I'll get more whisky.

Look, there is one avenue of enquiry you can help me with.

Bank staff remember Vivienne celebrating

when her divorce came through.

Well, how can I help?

DI Shiner has got her driving licence down at the station.

An issuing tax office could trace her maiden name through that.

Nothing wrong with seeing a shrink, you know, Bernard.

It's only to see... - If I'm going mad.

No.

Well... No.

There's nowt wrong with me.

It's just you reach certain stages in life where you take stock

and you look around and you wonder where all the dreams went.

Dreams?

The desires you once had.

You think, "Why not live again?

Why not try for the moon?

Why not... dream?"

Why not?

Because you're driving me bonkers, that's why not.

Mr Scripps,

I am going to say a series of words.

After each, I want you, instinctively,

to say the first thing that comes to mind.

Understood?

Birth?

Death.

Living.

Dying.

Flowers.

Funeral.

Hmm. Interesting.

I'm an undertaker.

Oh.

Ah, Miss Vivienne Keen.

Puzzling, isn't it?

Maybe she never married.

Just used the name Mrs Keen for the sake of a child.

If she wasn't married, why celebrate a divorce?

All right, if she was married, who was her husband?

And what was her married name?

How do we find that?

As his next of kin, Doctor, am I allowed to know the results?

In so far as it can be said of any of us,

your brother, Mr Scripps, is perfectly sane.

Goodbye, Mr Scripps.

You meet me in my professional capacity,

I hope it's a long time before I meet you in yours.

"Light of my life,

Thou art a fresh and beautiful hue,

How can I ever be worthy of you?"

Oh, no.

He's not mad.

He's in love.

Now, you take it easy. Don't overdo things.

Is that it?

Mr Scripps.

All right, you'd better come in.

No. Just a minute.

I need to see you first, Doctor.

It's very urgent.

"Light of my life,

Vision of my hope,

I'd give it all up for you, Even if I was the Pope."

That is awful poetry.

Yes, but don't you see?

This is what it's all about.

He's fallen passionately in love.

Hence the highs and lows. He's smitten.

There's not much I can do about it.

Do you know the object of his affection?

Well, who's he been coming to see all this time?

Who's waiting room has he been sitting in for days on end?

Oh, no.

It's as plain as a pikestaff, Doctor.

He's infatuated with you.

Oh!

Bernard. You and me need to talk.

No, I've got to get a prescription.

Now. Come on.

- But... - Come on.

OSCAR: Well, she has a teenage son.

So the marriage would be, what, , years ago.

A maiden name of Keen.

That's K-E-E-N.

Yes. Well, I'd be very grateful.

We've all done it, Bernard.

Fallen for someone we can't have.

We dream of the unobtainable.

Remember when I fell for Gladys Northover?

The Greta Garbo of Pickering.

I worshipped that woman

from afar.

She married a little bald bloke.

He ran a donkey business on Skegness Beach. It broke my heart.

It's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.

No, Bernard.

It's time to wake up.

She's with someone.

He's a nice guy, for a copper anyroad.

He's more her age. They're well suited.

I know. I've watched them in the pub.

Perhaps if she knew how I felt? If she heard me put it into words?

No, Bernard. I've read your words. It's got to stop.

I'll help you.

I'll help you through the pain.

Thanks, Vern. As brothers go you're not a bad lad.

KNOCK ON DOOR

- Hello, Mike. - Oscar, come in.

Thanks. Well, I think we might be getting somewhere.

Vivienne Keen's married name was Paton.

Her ex-husband is Frank Paton.

You're in trouble.

Why? I've done my reports. I was up till all hours.

It's because you ordered this.

A squad car dropped it in for you from Criminal Records.

Yeah, well, I need it.

Frank Paton, ex-husband of Vivienne Keen.

He's got form going back years.

ALF: Mike!

My office, please.

You can't say I didn't warn you, Mike.

Merton is being investigated. You meddled in another enquiry.

No, Phil. Not now. - No, it's important, Alf.

Look, his face looked familiar to me.

It's come to me where I've seen him.

When Shiner and me visited Mrs Keen,

a gas board man came to read the meter. It's him,

Paton.

What are you talking about? I've never heard of Frank Paton.

Mrs Keen, you were married to him.

He was seen by a visiting police officer in this house,

posing as a gas board worker.

He was also seen at Sergeant Merton's house

prior to your purse being found there.

You're in very serious trouble.

SHE SIGHS

I thought I'd left him behind for ever,

but he traced me somehow.

He threatened to ruin my career,

to tell the bank I'd been married to an armed robber.

You framed someone to save your job?

He threatened to tell Richard as well.

My son has absolutely no idea who his father is.

He certainly doesn't know that he's a violent criminal.

I've worked and I've scrimped

and I've saved to give him an honest, normal

proper life and...

Oh, God. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

Making a false allegation is a very serious offence.

I know.

I know and I hate myself.

I'm sure Dennis Merton is a fine and an honest man.

And I'm truly, truly sorry.

If you were to co-operate we might be able to help.

I'll do anything. I just don't want the past to come out.

I don't think DI Shiner will be happy

us solving his case for him.

Oh, Doctor? Could I have a word?

My brother Bernard

feels he's made a bit of a fool of himself.

I think he'd like to apologise.

I'm not sure that's necessary.

Please, it won't take long.

Well, come on.

There's only me and Jenny here.

I know.

Without being unduly pessimistic

you should prepare yourselves for the possibility of a new sergeant.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry to interrupt, sarge. I need a word with the DI.

Yes, Bellamy?

Mrs Keen has just phoned in.

I got the impression something was troubling her.

She asked if you might drop by, sir.

Did she say why?

She said she had confidence in your impartiality.

She said she trusted you, sir.

Hmm.

All right. Let's see what she wants.

BERNIE: Time ages all of us, eventually,

on the outside.

But inside many of us, the fires of youth still smoulder

and it only takes a small spark to set them alight.

It's true what they say. There's no fool like an old fool.

And I realise now how pathetic and silly the whole thing was.

And I'm sorry.

I won't bother you any more.

But there'll always be a small corner of my heart,

that's specially for you.

Thank you. I'm very flattered. That was really nice.

Thank you, Bernie.

Dr Summerbee, I weren't talking to you.

What?

I was talking to Jenny.

VERNON: Jenny?

Take care, love.

So that's why he kept coming back for the pills.

I want to make a confession to a trusted police officer.

Confession?

I've allowed myself to be part of a conspiracy

to ruin Sgt Merton's career.

Go on.

It's not been an easy decision... DOORBELL

That's probably him now. Just wait here and listen.

- FRANK: What's the problem? - VIVIENNE: I'm frightened.

I needed to see you.

You better not be losing your nerve, Viv.

You know what'll happen if you do.

Look, I planted the purse.

All you've got to do is get into that box and nail him.

He's got no chance.

You cow!

You set me up! - Hey!

Argh!

- Who is this man? - My ex-husband.

Frank Paton.

All charges are dropped, Sergeant.

Paton will be charged with conspiracy

to pervert the course of justice. He's wanted in Leeds as well.

What about Vivienne Keen?

She made a false accusation. It's a serious offence.

He was blackmailing her.

It's him I want to see banged up.

I'd rather we didn't go hard on her.

If you don't want to pursue it,

we don't necessarily have to bring charges.

A caution might suffice.

I'd prefer that.

Very well.

So, Bradley,

you see by taking an impartial line,

I gain Mrs Keen's confidence, and we got to the truth.

Sir.

Thanks for stepping in, Alf. First rate job.

Nice manoeuvre, Alf.

Great to have you back, sarge.

Mike, cheers.

Cheers. - Ta.

There you are.

Thanks.

Excuse me a minute.

It was an appalling thing I did. I've come to say I'm truly sorry.

I've told Richard everything.

I've also talked to the bank

and they're prepared to keep me on.

That's good.

Yeah. I've been extremely lucky to get away so lightly.

Yeah.

Except, that I haven't.

Because I ruined it.

Well, I think that we might have...

Who knows?

I've paid a heavy price there.

Yes.

It's a shame.