16x02 - Old Scores

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

BARKS

SONG: 'Reflections Of My Life' by Marmalade

BLEATING

Good boy.

♪ The changing

♪ Of sunlight to moonlight

♪ Reflections of my life... ♪

Good lad, Skip!

BARKS

♪ The greetings

♪ Of people... ♪

expl*si*n

♪ Reflections of my life

♪ Oh, how they fill my eyes

♪ Oh, my sorrows

♪ Sad tomorrows ♪

Fifty quid he wanted for it and it was only yay big.

I said, "You must think I came up the river on a bike."

THUD

-What was that? - I think we've hit something.

Oh, heck! I didn't see him, I swear!

Are you all right, dear?

Ooh, he smells like a distillery!

Peggy? Peggy!

Sid? Sid Vickers?

Peggy!

Do you fancy a drink, Peg?

- Do you know him? - Yeah.

When I worked at Butlins, we were Redcoats together.

She looked grand in a blazer, you know.

-How's your Herbert? Dead. - Well, oh...

- Best go first, don't they? - Yes.

Let's er... let's drink a little toast to his health.

-I don't think he's hurt. - How can you tell?

Oh, no. That's all we need.

SIGHS

So why didn't you call the fire brigade?

It's just an old caravan. I only use it at lambing.

It in't worth nowt.

-Idea how the fire started? - No.

-Live on your own, do you? - Yeah. Me and t'dog.

Your neighbour called us. He was quite worried.

-Said it was quite a blaze. - I'm sorry you was bothered.

Ruddy thing's burnt out

and that's all there is to it, really.

Right. I'll be on my way, then.

'Ey, Sid were in all t'shows.

Best crooner in the business!

Can we just stick to the matter in hand, please?

I'll never forget your Bing Crosby routine.

Straw boater and everything!

I can still do a bit, you know.

SINGS DRUNKENLY

What's going on in here? I can hear you from my office!

Trying to get a statement. Mrs Armstrong's run him over.

No, no, no, no. It was my fault. Honest.

- And you are? - I am Sid Vickers. I've...

I've had a bit to drink.

PEGGY: He walked straight out in front of me

and there was nowt I could do.

DAVID:He's not hurt.

I was listening to my tr*nny and she's, "Voom!"

I didn't hear the car.

LAUGHS

Do you like your rock 'n' roll?

One of these days, your luck's gonna run out.

Now, you consider yourself warned.

-Younger, get them out! - Yes, sergeant.

-Come on. Come on. Out. - SID: Ooh!

He won't say how the fire started,

but he knows more than he's letting on.

-What was the name again? - Martin Beldon.

The name's cropped up recently, but I can't...

-We going for a drink then? - This way.

I think you've probably had enough, Sid.

Short straw, eh, mate? Come on. I'll get you a cuppa.

Here we are. Martin Beldon.

We had some correspondence from the Probation Service

about three months ago saying he was gonna get out.

A convicted r*pist, released on licence after five years?

There was quite a hoo-ha at the time.

He was convicted of raping a local girl.

Judy Wharton, that was her name.

Not long after, she d*ed.

Hm. I'd best have a word with Sarge.

Well, thanks for that, Sid.

That could have been a bit nasty.

No. It were my fault. I was only telling the truth.

Now, can we give you a lift anywhere?

Nearest park bench?

Haven't you got anywhere to live?

No. I'm a gentleman of the road, me.

Aunt Peg, couldn't he maybe stay...

Here you are. Ten bob, Sid.

-Get yourself a square meal. - Oh, thanks, Peggy.

She was always a lady, you know.

-But Aunt... - Take care, Sid.

- Look on t'bright side, eh? - David, come on.

ENGINE STARTS

SID: Fancy bumping into you here!

Served five years, out on licence.

His dad's d*ed, so he's come back

to take over the family farm.

- On his own? - Just him and his dog.

- And you're thinking what? - Not sure, sarge.

The fire certainly looks suspicious.

Alf remembers a bit about the case.

A lot of anger locally.

Oscar Blaketon worked with CID on it.

Best go and pick his brains, then.

Ex-offenders can be trouble. Best nip it in the bud.

BELLAMY:Oh, hello. I'll get this, Geoff.

And how can I help you, love?

White coffee, no sugar.

And you can point me to your sergeant's office.

- Miller, is it? - Yes, er...

Oh, sarge, er...

Morning. You must be DS Dawson.

I've had a call from HQ.

Need two of your officers for the stakeout.

Does HQ really believe that a London villain

who's broken out of jail

would be heading for the wilds of Yorkshire?

Nearest ferry to France would be my guess.

Barry Flynn's never been predictable.

A cousin of his owns a cottage up here.

He might go to ground there.

Sounds like a long sh*t to me.

Ours is not to reason why, sarge.

How about I take these two?

Walker's busy with an investigation.

In fact, I'm a bit shorthanded.

I can let you have PC Younger.

He's keen. I'm sure he'll do.

He'll do to set things up,

but you may need to rearrange your priorities.

If there's a problem with that, check with my DI.

Oh, and I'll need an unmarked van,

but one of the other lads can bring that up later.

Martin Beldon, yeah. Funny lad.

Always was a bit of a misfit.

I know. I've met him. And Judy Wharton?

Oh, Judy was a lovely lass. Very popular.

Wouldn't give Beldon the time of day.

What about the night of the att*ck?

Well, the local youth club

used to run these dances

at the weekends in the village hall.

On that particular Saturday night,

Beldon had had too much to drink.

He grabbed Judy, dragged her round the back

and r*ped her.

Open-and-shut case.

And, shortly afterwards, she d*ed?

Ah, well, that was the tragedy of it.

Beldon's dad hired a posh brief

and when the case went to court,

they gave Judy a hard time.

Said she had led him on. Accused her of all sorts.

Yeah. Lawyers, eh? Put the victims in the dock.

Yeah, well, he still went down,

but Judy was shattered by it.

She moved to Leeds, lived in a bed-sit.

She did get a job, but six months later she was dead.

Took an overdose.

What about HER family? They still around?

Yeah, well, Tom still runs the farm.

It's just him and his youngest daughter, I believe.

Well, they certainly won't be happy

Martin Beldon's out of jail and back in Aidensfield.

- Morning, Oscar. - Carol.

Hiya, Rob. Any messages?

Oh. Gina!

Probably be best if you take your helmet off.

And your coat and your jacket and your tie.

Eh? Don't worry. I'm not after your virtue.

There's a waterproof in the car you can wear.

Oh, plain clothes. I see.

You reckon the Whartons or their friends

set fire to the caravan as a warning?

It looks a bit that way.

His probation officer should've anticipated this,

discouraged him from coming back here.

Martin Beldon must know what's going on,

but he hasn't exactly made a complaint.

See him. See if he's been threatened.

I don't care how justified people think they are,

I will not have vigilantism on my patch.

The law's the law. Our job to make sure it's respected.

Sarge.

SIREN WAILS

David, put that wash leather down

and get in the car.

Why? Where are we going?

I need to find Sid.

- What happened? - Poisoned.

- How come? - Rat poison, most likely.

- In his dinner. - Who'd do a thing like that?

Dunno.

Come on, Martin. I've been doing some checking.

I know all about you. Has someone threatened you?

I've got nowt to say to t'police.

I've served my time.

I don't want no trouble.

Someone's burnt down your caravan.

They've k*lled your dog.

You may not want trouble, but you've got it.

It's PC Walker. He wants a word, Dad.

Oh, aye? What can I do for you, Constable?

It's a bit awkward, Mr Wharton.

I've come to talk to you about Martin Beldon.

Oh.We know he's out.

Five years and he's back walking t'streets again.

How can that be right?

I completely understand why that'd be upsetting for you.

Can you?

I lost my wife a year ago.

"Pneumonia" it said on her death certificate.

After Judy k*lled herself, she just sickened

and gradually d*ed.

So what can I tell you about Mr Martin Beldon?

It appears someone's been intimidating him.

He's come whining to you lot, has he?

No, no.A caravan on his land has been set alight.

A neighbour reported it.

I wondered if you knew anything about it.

Come to something when police have nowt better to do

than run around protecting criminals.

He's served his time. He has rights too.

My daughter was years old when she took her own life.

And he drove her to it.

Don't talk to me about Martin Beldon's rights.

Sid? Oh, thank God I've found you!

Oh, sorry, mate.

I should never have sent him packing

in the first place!

You gave him ten bob!

He probably went to a pub and ended up sozzled!

Any luck at the Whartons', Rob?

No. No, not really.

Oscar's been telling us.

I remember Judy Wharton really well.

She used to work at the hairdressers.

They should've locked him up and thrown away the key.

What her family thinks.

Can't you have a word with him

and persuade him to leave Aidensfield?

- What, run him out of town? - Yeah, Carol's right.

Him coming back here, it's bound to cause trouble.

He must know that.

He's done his time, Rosie.

He's got as much right

to the law's protection as anyone.

That girl's dead because of him!

She committed su1c1de.

He r*ped her, but didn't k*ll her.

That makes it all right, then?

Why is it blokes never think r*pe's that serious?

That's not true, Gina.

It's an interesting question though, eh, Constable?

Can I get you a drink, sarge?

-Just a half. - Two halves, please, Gina.

Must be the new sergeant.

It's changed since my day.

-So how's your stakeout? - Oh, you know. Pretty dull.

I'm sure your two officers

can keep themselves entertained.

Hmm. Miller's caved in, then?

This may be a wild-goose chase,

but HQ still wants it covered.

I didn't even know you'd left Middlesbrough.

I transferred down here a couple of months ago.

I did hear about your wife. I'm really sorry.

- Here we go. - Thanks, Gina.

So Miller's got you defending the local r*pist

from a possible lynch mob?

I don't think it'll come to that,

but a difficult situation, yeah.

Isn't that what makes the job more interesting?

- You could've called. - And said what?

"I'm in the neighbourhood.

Fancy a drink for old times' sake?"

But when you turn up at the station...

Don't you like surprises?

Surely they're the other thing

that makes life interesting.

We're running out of tramps!

This has got to be him. Sid?

Eh... Leave us alone.

I'm just trying to get a bit of kip.

I know, love. You need to rest.

- You're coming home with us. - Peggy?

SLURS

- Sid! - Easy now, easy now!

Sid, you are hurt! Why didn't you say?

No. My feet were bad before. It's these damned boots.

I know. Come on. Come with us and we'll sort you out.

COUGHS

This way. You're all right.

That's it.

Come on! Come on, eat up.

Grow up nice and fat,

so some rich idiot will pay to sh**t you.

YELPS

YELLS

GROANS

YELLS

You've got the gossip mill working overtime.

Oh, yeah? How come?

Old girlfriend turns up at the pub?

ROB:We used to work together in Middlesbrough.

I haven't seen her for a long time.

Martin? Are you OK?

What happened?

I'm not looking for you. Just t'nurse.

That looks nasty.

Let's take him to my place. Have a proper look.

Good idea. Come on.

Oh. You might be better going to hospital with this.

Thanks, Rob.

How did it happen?

I stepped on an old trap.

There are loads of 'em in them woods.

Just an accident.

SID: 'Mmm! Mmm! By heck!'

Now, that's what I call a fry-up!

You got a good lad here, Peg. I know.

MUSIC: 'Downtown' by Petula Clark

What happened, Sid? How did you come to this?

- I got the sack, didn't I? - Why?

With a voice like yours?

You should've been singing at the London Palladium,

not just Butlins.

He was the star of the show.

Oh, you know, booze and fags.

Over the years they take their toll

on the old vocal cords.

Come on, it were more than that.

Well... The truth is, Peg, I just lost my nerve.

You've never had stage fright in your life!

Oh, I did. Always.

I always needed a little snifter

to get me up there.

But over the years it just got worse, you know.

The more I drank, the more petrified I became

and eventually they had to let me go.

Why didn't you just get another job?

As what?

I'm an entertainer, you know.

It's all I've ever been.

Once your nerves are sh*t...

How about a bath?

Eh? Oh, I don't know about that.

He slept with his boots on.

Well, force of habit, lad. You don't want them nicked!

Come on, David. Help him off with them.

You're all right.

No, a nice hot soak will do you a power of good.

No, no, no. Don't bother.

I don't want a bath. No, no. 'Ey, go easy, now!

'Ey! 'Ey!

Oh! When did them boots last come off?

- How should I know? - Oof!

Do you know anything about this, Mr Wharton?

Well, I make traps for lots of farmers hereabouts.

It could be one of mine.

Look, Tom, I'm not unsympathetic,

but you can't take the law into your own hands.

TOM: Judy was a very popular girl.

Any number of folk would be happy to see him strung up.

I know.That's why this has to stop. Now.

If you're accusing my dad, where's your evidence?

You strike me as an honest man.

Are you really gonna deny that this trap's one of yours?

First the caravan, then the dog, now this!

Have you got a daughter?

Do you know what it's like

to see a beautiful girl like Judy destroyed?

Any father would do the same.

But Martin Beldon wasn't directly responsible

for Judy's death.

Who is, then, eh?

That posh lawyer Fred Beldon hired

to defend his halfwit son?

In part. But two wrongs do not make a right.

Now, this is where it ends. You leave that lad be.

What if we don't?

I shall be forced to come after you.

-You would, an' all. - Yes.

Hm. Trench foot.

Looks like you've been suffering for a while.

- You're telling me! - Soak them in warm water.

Lots of hot drinks and rest.

You'll need to go to the doctor's for antibiotics.

No, no doctors.

I never met a doctor yet that weren't a quack.

Well, maybe I can sort you out.

I can give you some painkillers.

Now, these ones are quite powerful.

Once you've given your feet a good soak, I'll pop back,

and we see where we go from there.

Not to the doctor's.

It's all right, Sid. I get the message.

Thanks for that.

Didn't think you'd be the sort to take in a tramp.

Sid Vickers is more than a tramp!

You should hear him sing.

By rights he should have more hits than Matt Monro!

- No kidding! - Yeah.

I'm sorry, sergeant.

I can't spare any more officers.

- I've got a station to run. - He's been up all night.

Phil Bellamy's on his own. What if Barry Flynn turns up?

That's highly unlikely.

Expert on criminal behaviour, are you?

I've been in this job

over years, Detective Sergeant.

A damn sight longer than you!

So when the Met asks you for support

to catch a criminal,

your reply is, "Sorry, I'm busy minding the shop."

Makes us all look parochial up here, don't you think?

Walker, perhaps you'd like

to give the Detective Sergeant your assistance.

Yes, sarge.

Can't have the Met thinking we're all country bumpkins.

Does that mean I can go home and get some kip?

Yeah, Geoff. Thanks for your help.

Hello, girls. What can I do for you?

I want to speak to someone. I've... I've been att*cked.

- Who att*cked you? - Martin Beldon.

Last night. He r*ped me.

SOBS

The police surgeon will be over

as soon as to examine her.

HQ have suggested

that you interview the girl, Sergeant Dawson.

Right.

Here you are, then.

I'm DS Dawson.

Constable Walker will take your statement, Linda,

- while I talk with June. - Can't I stay with her?

-She's very upset. - She'll be fine with me.

Come on, Linda.

A doctor's going to come and examine you.

You never mentioned this

when we came round this morning.

I never knew until I got to work.

She were in the store room, just crying.

I made her tell me what was wrong.

He's been hanging round for a couple of days.

I mean, I knew who he was.

- You see him following you? - No.

It were getting dark. I was at the top of our lane.

Suddenly, there he was.

This does all look a bit convenient.

Only if you don't see Martin Beldon

for what he is!

OK, I know what he's capable of,

and I'm not defending him.

Aren't you?

Pity he didn't step into my dad's trap yesterday,

instead of this morning!

Then none of this would've happened.

Setting a man trap is illegal.

You're admitting that that's what you and your dad did?

I'm saying nowt. You lot are just on his side.

I have to ask you this, June.

Are you absolutely sure it was Martin Beldon?

Yeah. I'm sure.It were him.

Do we think this allegation is true?

Only this morning, we warned the Whartons off.

Then Linda turns up with her friend.

We are still dealing with a convicted r*pist here.

I mean, you've met him. What's he like?

You could call him a bit simple.

Has he got the capacity to learn from his mistakes?

Hard to say.

He does seem upset about Judy Wharton, though.

Frustrated and inadequate people

often repeat the same behaviour.

I think the victim's entitled to be believed.

Sergeant Dawson's right.

Just because the Whartons have been causing trouble

doesn't mean we should lose sight

of what he's capable of.

BELLAMY: You and the lovely sarge

have clearly got history.

It was a long time ago. Who's on the stakeout now?

Geoff. Miller turfed him out of bed.

If I asked her for a drink, you wouldn't get jealous?

Be my guest.Don't you think she's out of your league?

What, cos she's CID or because she's a sergeant?

Either way, it doesn't matter to me, mate.

Might matter to her, though. She's an ambitious lady.

Where were you yesterday evening, Martin?

Here.

- On your own, presumably? - I miss Skip.

He were a good dog.How could they do summat like that, eh?

I've got no dog for my sheep now.

Are you sure you didn't go to Aidensfield?

My dad bred him. Bred all our dogs.

Skip were t'last one, but he were the best.

ROB: An allegation's been made

that you att*cked a girl last night.

- The girl at the fish shop. - Linda?

She's Judy's sister.

I tried to talk to her. Tell her I was sorry.

What about the other girl, June?

She says that you r*ped her. Is this true?

-Right, there you are. - Ta.

Do you know, a bath and a shave

and you're starting to look like the old Sid again.

-CAROL: Hello! - I wish I could feel like him.

How's it going?

Oh, fine, thanks. Yes. I...

I haven't had this much fuss made of me

since I can't remember when.

-Can I have a word? - Yeah, sure.

You see, the thing about Sid is,

he's lost his confidence in himself.

That's the real problem.

Yeah. That's why he's ended up a down-and-out.

He needs to perform again.

That's a bit of a tall order, Peggy.

No, no. Not if he has some help.

I mean, can you get him on his feet again?

Yes, but I think that's the least of it!

He's... He's probably quite a drinker.

Yeah, but I'm going to set it up for him.

A professional engagement.

When he gets up there with a microphone,

he'll be away.

I'm not sure it's that simple.

How do we know if we don't try?

SIGHS

Tell us about the girl

that works in the fish shop, Martin.

Linda? She's Judy's sister.

What about the other girl? June?

Did you follow her home?

You admitted you went there to see Linda.

I told her I was sorry about Judy.

She shouted at me.

She said I k*lled Judy, but I didn't.

What about the other girl?

Did you att*ck her?

Why her? Why not Linda?

SNIFFLES

I never meant to hurt Judy.

I told Linda that.

Linda shouted at you.

You were scared of her, so you picked on June.

Is that how it happened?

Yeah. Yeah, OK, it were me.

A confession? Good. Makes it pretty straightforward.

Once we hear what the police surgeon says,

we'll have a case.

Once we've charged him, they'll revoke his licence.

He'll go straight back inside. Probably for the best.

Beldon's leg doesn't look too good, sarge.

I'll mention it to the police surgeon.

A call's come in for you from HQ.

Surveillance is off.

Barry Flynn's been sighted in Spain.

Nothing more to detain you here, then, sergeant.

Thanks very much for all your help.

The stakeout was my idea, you know.

I found out from a mate

that Barry's cousin had bought a farm up here.

His cousin's a London window cleaner.

What does he want with a cottage in Yorkshire?

-It's a good hunch. - Not good enough, apparently.

My chance to prove what I could do down the drain.

Fancy going for a drink before you go?

Yeah, several!

A singer, in here?

Not unless it's Shirley Bassey!

- It's a great idea. - What kind of singer is he?

Oh, he does all sorts. A real song-and-dance man.

Well, nowadays, of course,

he sticks mainly to ballads, though.

He's a lovely voice!

I don't see why not.

It's not this tramp you've been putting up, is it?

Oh, come on, Oscar!

He may have fallen on hard times,

but he was quite a performer once.

In all the shows in Butlins! What've you got to lose, eh?

My customers.

I don't think we can charge people.

No, no. Sid needs to perform again.

-It's not about the money. - It'd be something different.

All right, all right, but on your own head be it.

You won't regret it, Oscar.

Well, that remains to be seen!

She's up to something.

We got a confession out of Martin Beldon.

What more do you want?

Come on, Rachel. You're a skilled interviewer.

He's a frightened, inadequate bloke

at the end of his tether.

You question him long enough, he'll say what you want.

- Saying I pressurised him? - No. No, not really.

He's a convicted r*pist, Rob. Why are you defending him?

I'm not.I'm trying to get to the real truth of all this.

A woman walks into a police station,

says she's been r*ped.

Why is every male officer's knee-jerk reaction

to disbelieve her?

I know r*pe cases aren't always dealt with fairly,

but Judy was taken seriously.

Until she got to court,

where a slick lawyer tore her apart.

So you agree with the Whartons, then?

You think Martin Beldon

is morally responsible for Judy's death?

I think it shows up the shortcomings of the system.

So what do we do?

Lock Beldon up, throw away the key and say,

"That's as close to justice as we can get"?

You really think he didn't do it?

I think he's just given up.

What happened to the police surgeon?

-I don't know. - Well, go and find out.

- You're gonna be all right? - Just go.

He thinks I'm gonna have a cr*ck at you.

- Like you did with June? - Yeah.

What does June look like?

You watched her, followed her, att*cked her.

What colour's her hair?

She works in t'fish shop with Linda.

How tall is she?

Shorter than me? Bigger than me?

-I can't remember. - He got called away urgently.

-He's coming back, though. - I don't want no doctor.

Better if I just get sick and die.

Everyone's happy.

What, including you, Martin?

I just wanted to come home, run the farm.

They ain't ever gonna let me.

If I can't be on t'farm,

then I'd rather go back to jail.

♪ Zappity-doo, dee-dee

♪ Da-yaa! ♪

By heck, they'll feel better than they have for ages!

You've got some nice new socks, too.

Do you like 'em? David gave them me.

Back on your feet! You see, it's all possible.

Now, Peggy, I appreciate what you're trying to do,

but I'm never gonna sing again.

It's all arranged.

You can't disappoint your public, Sid.

You say you can't sing, but have you tried?

David, put that record on.

Now, all you've got to do

is sing along with this at first.

♪ There could never be... ♪

Well, I'm not singing along to that rubbish!

Well, what's wrong with it? It's nice.

It's totally out of date.

Don't you lot listen to the radio?

What, you want to sing a pop song?

That stuff I did at Butlins were what people wanted then.

Now it's all rock 'n' roll. That's today's music!

- Rock 'n' roll? - Aye, Elvis Presley.

- Man's a genius, no mistake. - Oh, yeah, I like his stuff.

Elvis Presley? Is he the one with the guitar and the...?

That's it, aye! Ha, ha!

I don't know what Mr Blaketon's gonna make of that!

Neither do I!

You haven't lost it, Peg, have you?

I have. Don't be so daft!

Oh, Sid!

Morning, June. Can I have a quick word?

I'll be late for work.

This'll take a couple of minutes.

Get in.

I've just read the police surgeon's report.

You went home and had a bath

straight after the att*ck.

Wouldn't you?

You know, June, when a woman says she's been r*ped,

it's a very serious matter.

Sometimes the police don't take it seriously enough.

You know how some blokes think.

"She was wearing a short skirt. She asked for it."

That's what they said about Judy,

when the case went to court.

That she'd led him on.

Trouble is, if a false allegation is made,

it makes it difficult for the other women

who have been att*cked to be believed.

Martin Beldon, he has got a screw loose.

- I don't dispute that. - He k*lled Judy!

He should be in jail.

That's as maybe, but did he r*pe you, June?

Or did Linda Wharton

persuade you to say that he did?

DOOR OPENS

DAVID: Mr Vickers?

SNORES

-Mr Vickers... - Aah!

-I've er... I've got it. - Oh, swinging!

No, not that! The old...

WHISTLES

Oh, yeah.

Oh, the good stuff. Heh, heh, heh! Oh, smashing!

Ah, you're a good lad, you are, you know.

Eh, this is our little secret, right?

CHUCKLES

June's decided she'd like to make a new statement.

Really? Then you'd best come with me, young lady.

Younger.

Sarge, HQ have been trying to track you down.

The DI would like you to call them

on that number urgently.

- Barry Flynn? - I reckon so.

You're saying you lied?

Your allegation of r*pe against Martin Beldon

is untrue?

You don't understand.

Me and Linda have been mates since school!

Lying about something like this is a very serious matter.

Five years, he got.

I thought Linda was gonna go mental herself,

when Judy committed su1c1de.

Then her mum d*ed.

All these lives he's ruined

and he's back home, like nothing had happened!

That can't be right.

That still doesn't justify what you've done.

But I had to do something.

You're saying it's wrong,

but they've been through so much.

And to have him back here, under their noses like that!

Now, you're in very serious trouble, June.

SIGHS

I want you to talk to Linda.

Tell her that she has to put the past behind her!

I don't think she can.

Two reliable sightings of Barry Flynn

at a transport cafe on the A.

-So he's not in Spain? - Apparently not.

He might be heading our way, after all.

You leant on her, didn't you? Made her change her story!

That's the problem, Linda. It was just a story.

He m*rder*d my sister!

He should be behind bars! Don't you understand that?

Beldon might be responsible

for driving your sister to despair,

but she chose to end her own life.

- That's the truth. - No!

She would never have done it, if it wasn't for him!

- He has to be punished. - I'm sorry, Linda.

Why don't I get one of these two officers to take you home?

No!

Did you get this for him?

- Are you daft or what? - He asked me.

I sent you to get a record,

not enough booze for him to drink himself senseless!

He didn't want a record. He told me to take it back.

I've had posters done. We've put the word out.

We'll have to cancel it.

SID: ♪ You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

That's the record, presumably.

SID: ♪ You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

No. no, I took it back. I told you.

SID: ♪ Cryin' all the time

- Well, where's Sid? - In... in t'bath.

SID: ♪ You ain't no friend of mine

♪ You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

♪ Cryin' all the time ♪

By heck, it's him!

RACHEL: Blue saloon. That wasn't there before.

You think it's really him?

Won't know until we get closer.

-You stay on the radio, Phil. - Sarge.

Car's still warm.

On the A, he was travelling alone.

MOUTHS

He's probably armed.

g*nsh*t

Barry Flynn, you're nicked.

Geoff.

- A result, after all. - Thanks to PC Walker.

I'm glad he made himself useful.

Your DI's sending an escort to take Flynn back to London.

I'd better give him a ring.

Oh, Walker, I'm releasing Beldon.

-Perhaps take him home. - Right, sarge.

So what are you gonna do now?

Don't know.

What's going on, Mr Wharton?

You can turn round, Constable.

Take him back to Ashfordly.

Stick him on a train!

If he comes back here again, I'll k*ll him.

- Start by giving me the g*n. - I'm serious, lad!

If he stays around here, there will be trouble!

ROB: I'll arrest you for breach of the peace

and threatening behaviour.

He m*rder*d Judy!

Give me the g*n and let's talk about this.

There's been enough talking.

If the law won't punish him, I will!

Linda, no!

-Get out of the car, Martin! - ROB: This isn't the answer.

Get out of the car! Down on your knees!

Just do it. Get it over with!

Are you gonna let him ruin your life too, Linda?

You sh**t him, you'll go to jail.

MR WHARTON: He's right, love.

I don't care. At least he'll be dead!

ROB: But it won't bring Judy back

and it won't make you feel any better.

The best years of your life spent behind bars?

Is that really what your sister would've wanted?

-Is he really worth that? - All right!

I'll go.I'll just go.

Yeah? Now you know what it feels like.

Now you know how you made her feel!

I'm sorry.

SOBS

Be a good lad. Get us another drink.

I think you've had enough already.

This isn't gonna work, Peggy!

- Pretend you're in the bath? - I'm not, am I?

-The band's waiting. - Give us a couple of minutes.

Right.

I can hear the Bells ringing from here.

- MOUTHS - SIGHS

If you need somewhere to treat patients,

like you did yesterday,

I could give you a key to the old surgery waiting room.

Great. That'd be really useful. Thanks, Rob.

I heard about your heroics up at Beldon's farm.

-I owe you a drink, anyway. - I've just got one.

Have you met Carol Cassidy, our district nurse?

This is DS Rachel Dawson.

Nice to meet you.

- So you're Rob's boss, then? - Sort of.

Don't suppose I could get you ladies a drink, could I?

It's all right, Phil, thanks. I've got one.

- Sarge? - A half. That'd be nice.

- Pint. - Oscar...

It's no good, Peggy. I can't do it.

Now, listen to me.

When you're lying in the bath

and you're singing away to yourself,

what's going through your mind?

- SID: Well, I don't know. - You're not afraid, then.

SID: I'm not Sid in the bath.

- Well, who are you, then? - Well, I'm... I'm Elvis.

Hey, that's it. You're not Sid, you're Elvis.

Come on, come on. Keep saying it in your head.

Go on. "I'm Elvis."

- I'm Elvis. - I'm Elvis.

- I'm Elvis. I'm Elvis. - I'm Elvis. I'm Elvis.

-I'm Elvis. - I'm Elvis. I'm Elvis!

-I'm Elvis. - I'm Elvis. I'm Elvis.

I'm Elvis!

I'm Elvis. I'm... Elvis!

- He's ready to come out. - Oh, right.Kickin' off.

One, two. Good evening, everybody.

ALL: Good evening.

We've got a very special night for you tonight.

We've got a few songs for you from...

WHISPERS

We've got some songs for you

from the King of rock 'n' roll!

Put your hands together. Come on!

CHEERING AND CLAPPING

MOUTHS

♪ You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

♪ Cryin' all the time

♪ You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

♪ Cryin' all the time

♪ Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit

♪ And you ain't no friend of mine

BRAKES SQUEALING

SIGHS

SID:♪ When they said you was high classed

♪ Well, that was just a lie

♪ Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit

♪ And you ain't no friend of mine

♪ You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

♪ Cryin' all the time

♪ You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

♪ Cryin' all the time

♪ Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit

♪ You ain't no friend of mine ♪

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog!

CHEERING

Thank you very much. Thank you very much.