17x05 - Another Sleepy, Dusty, Delta Day

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

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

MUSIC: 'I Feel Free' by Cream

♪ Feel when I dance with you

♪ We move like the sea

♪ You, you're all I want to know

♪ I feel free

♪ I feel free

♪ I feel free

♪ I can walk down the street there's no-one there

♪ Though the pavements are one huge crowd

♪ I can drive down the road my eyes don't see

♪ Though my mind wants to cry out loud

♪ I

♪ I

Help! Please. My boyfriend.

- Where is he? - He fell.

♪ I feel free

♪ I feel free

♪ I feel free

♪ I can walk down the street there's no-one there

♪ Though the pavements are one huge crowd

♪ I can drive down the road my eyes don't see

♪ Though my mind wants to cry out loud

♪ Though my mind wants to cry out loud

♪ Dance floor is like the sea

♪ Ceiling is the sky

♪ You're the sun... ♪

Er... Aunt Peggy?

Is there any chance you could help out, maybe?

It's just that Mr Scripps is run off his feet,

what with Rosie being away.

I would... but not today, luvvie.

- Why? What are you doing? - It's, er...

A new business venture, you might say.

Oh, and it's a bit of a secret right now.

So, if anybody asks, you haven't seen me.

Oi! And you haven't paid!

Nancy.

Right, what happened?

He jumped. I don't know why. He just jumped.

- Did you see him do it? - No, I was trying to get help.

I knew he were gonna do summat stupid.

Why do you think he chose this place, eh?

You know why. You know what they all say.

You're being a bit hard on her, aren't you?

It's no more than she deserves.

Look, I'll handle this.

You get yourself off home, get some dry clothes on,

before you catch your death of cold, eh?

- Are you sure? - Yeah, go on.

You've done more than enough.

♪ I'm just a lonely boy

♪ Lonely and blue...

Hello.

When did your Auntie Peggy get the new hairdo?

- What new hairdo? - I've just seen her.

She looks dead smart.

- Does she? - Is she up to something?

Er... no.

Yeah, of course she's not(!)

Anyway, I was wondering if Bernie could have a little look at my car?

Oh, right.

Well, he's just popped out on a break-down.

But I'll ask him when he gets back, yeah?

OK, thanks. How is he, by the way?

Well, you know... Rosie was very special to him.

Yeah. OK.

♪ Someone to hold

♪ At a moment like this... ♪

Have you given PC Bellamy a statement?

- Yeah. - For what it's worth.

Then I can see no reason to keep you any longer.

Billy had the keys for the van.

We'll make sure they're returned to you.

But I need them. That's where we live.

All our things are in there, everything.

I'm sorry, but we're going to have to treat this is a sudden,

unexplained death. We have to examine the van.

I've got nothing.

Can you find somewhere in Aidensfield

for Miss Beale to stay, while I sort this out?

- Where? - Well, the pub, possibly.

We'll be as quick as we can.

PC Bellamy'll look after you.

CHILD: Where's my dad?

Waste of time, that was.

Oh, Gina said will you have a look at her car?

And I've booked a couple in for servicing tomorrow.

Well, you can just un-book 'em.

I'm gonna be up half the night trying to catch up, as it is.

- Well, maybe I could help. - No.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite your head off.

It's... Look, we'll just have to muddle through as best we can

till Rosemary gets back.

Through here.

Oh, who's this, then?

Er... Peter.

And you remember Nancy, don't you?

They need somewhere to wait for a couple of hours.

What's happened?

Well, let's just say it's an accident,

and I'll talk to you later.

Well, we've got a guest bedroom you can use.

Erm, you don't need to...

Yeah, they won't be staying that long.

Well, this one looks like he could do with a lie down.

Come on. Have you had some dinner?

Er, no. I haven't got any money.

Don't be worrying about that. We'll look after you.

Give us a hand, Phil.

OK? Eh? Nice lie down.

MUSIC: 'Green Onions' by Georgie Fame & The Blue Flames

KNOCK AT DOOR

BERNIE: David?

I thought I told you not to book in any more cars.

Well, I didn't.

Well, what's this doing here, then?

Hang on, there's a note.

"Dear Bernie, Thanks for the lovely funeral, what you did for my Ossie."

"This old wreck's not much use to me now."

"I thought that lass of yours might be able to do something with it."

"Oz said it was her who kept it going."

"Shame she couldn't do the same for him."

"Yours gratefully, Cynthia Floyd (Mrs Ossie, as was)."

What, she's given you a Rolls-Royce?

Well, what use is this to me? It's a wreck.

And it can't stay here. Move it round the side.

What? You want me to drive a Rolls-Royce?

Well, nobody else is going to.

Yeah, but...

Thank you!

Have we got any reason to think anyone else was involved?

Nancy Beale, the girlfriend, is the only witness

that we've found so far. She reckons it was su1c1de.

- Was there a note? - We're checking the van now.

We're also looking for dr*gs.

You hear about these idiots who take LSD and think that they can fly.

Well, we'll know about that soon enough from the post-mortem.

There's something else I'd like Scenes Of Crime to have a look at.

These marks on the ground.

Looks like more than one set of footprints.

So, either one of your lads has waltzed through here

in his size s, or there was some sort of struggle here.

Hi, David.

I see you've got a new car, too.

Me? No. Someone's given it to Mr Scripps.

Someone called Oswald "Ossie" Floyd.

I know all about him. He was a right villain.

Mr Scripps did the funeral for him.

He did such a good job

that Mrs Ossie has given Mr Scripps Mr Ossie's old Rolls.

Well, very generous, David.

It would be, if I could get it started.

Well, get your auntie to give you a tow in her new car.

What new car?

- Yep, that sounds fine. - I told you.

Well, better safe than sorry.

That river must have been freezing.

I've skinny-dipped in Loch Lomond in March. That's freezing.

That river was just a bit chilly.

Well, if you go in there again, try and keep your mouth shut.

I've never been much good at that! KNOCK AT DOOR

- Hiya. - Hey there. How is he?

- Oh, he'll survive. - Thanks, Carol.

No problem. See you.

- How are Nancy and the kid? - Well, Gina's looking after them.

Personally, I'd rather have nothing to do with them.

She's just lost her other half.

Yeah. I didn't like him much, either.

Which is why I'm here.

One or two things you should know about Nancy Beale and Billy Hudson.

Go on.

Well, they both came from the village.

Billy came from a respectable family.

Nancy's lot...

Well, they were trouble.

Once Nilly and Nancy started going out together,

they started mixing with the wrong type, beatnik types.

You know, drifters and that sort of thing.

- That's hardly against the law. - Yeah, well, I was getting to that.

Have you met Edgar and Clare Summers yet?

They've got the farmhouse off the Elsinby Road.

- I don't think so. - Right.

They had a baby. A daughter. Called her Julia.

She disappeared three years ago.

Clare had fed her, put her in the pram for a sleep.

When she came back out, she was gone.

What's this got to do with Billy and Nancy?

Clare and Nancy, well, they were at the same

maternity hospital together,

and Billy used to work for Edgar on the farm.

Joe, look... I worked that case.

And I'm absolutely certain

they had something to do with the disappearance of that baby.

- Was there much evidence? - They left the village soon after.

- That doesn't prove anything. - No.

But I did find a witness who saw them both

throwing a sack off the Scarsdale Bridge.

The same bridge that Billy jumped from today.

And there's a strong suggestion

they were getting rid of some evidence. A body, even.

You think they k*lled this little girl?

Who knows? There's a lot of unanswered questions.

And why Billy chose that exact bridge today...

Well, there's another one, eh?

I know this is difficult for you, Nancy,

but we do need to ask you a few questions.

I understand that you and Billy moved away from the area

a couple of years ago?

- We didn't have much choice. - Why was that?

It were like the whole world hated us.

Billy's family threw him out when I got pregnant.

My mum wasn't much better.

And then... Julia went missing.

And you know what people said about that.

- They thought you took her. - They said we k*lled her.

It were horrible.

We couldn't live here after that.

What was it brought you back here?

Billy were looking for work.

It's been hard for us, just scraping by.

He said, maybe it'd be all right coming back now.

How was it you ended up going to the bridge?

It were our place when we were kids.

He always liked it there.

So, we went and had a look... for old times' sake.

Billy used to get really down.

But I've never seen him as bad as he were this morning.

Peter started playing up, so I said we'd go for a walk.

And... Billy stopped on the bridge.

Did he say anything?

I can't remember what the last thing he said were.

I left him there.

I walked down the road and... the next thing, I saw him falling.

We should never have come back here.

Was there anyone else nearby?

No. I would have seen.

- I thought I saw someone. - Then why are you asking me?

(SIGHS) We'll leave it there, shall we?

I'm sorry.

We may have more questions for you later.

Thanks for your help.

(LAUGHING) Wooh-wooh-wooh!

Careful! It's brand-new, is that.

Oh, sorry. What is it?

It's a hare net.

What, you mean like Ena Sharples wears?

No. Like big bunny rabbits.

You hang it over a gate, and then you chase the hares into it.

Has this got something to do with this new business venture of yours?

Now, you're not to say anything,

but Francie McGinn is paying a fortune for hares.

What, for his dogs to chase?

Well, how else is he gonna train it up for the cup?

Look, I know you're a sensitive soul and you don't like hare coursing.

But it's too good to turn down.

So, let's keep it under wraps.

All right, then. 'Ey, this reminds me.

Gina was saying earlier on, she thought that you had a new hairdo.

Well, Gina wants her eyes testing.

That's what I said!

I mean, when was the last time you had a new hairdo?

CHUCKLES

I do sometimes.

Yeah, well, anyway, I think somebody in the pub's setting 'em up to it,

telling me daft stories about you. They've been at it all day.

Well, I'm gonna have a word with 'em.

They've no right making fun of you like that. They should know better.

MUSIC: 'Dale Moj Dale' by Poni

Nancy?

I can't stay in Aidensfield.

Well, where are you going? I'll give you a lift.

I don't know. Just... anywhere.

But you haven't got any money or clothes or anything.

Come back with me.

I know what people are saying, but I'm not having any of it.

- We didn't do it. - And I believe you.

Come on. It must be way past Peter's bedtime.

The post-mortem results.

Looks like you were right about there being

someone else on the bridge.

There were marks on Billy's body and internal injuries

that suggest he was involved in a fight before he fell.

So, it could be a m*rder?

I'm gonna treat it as that, yeah.

I'm certain that Nancy knows more than she's telling us at the moment.

I think we should get her back in.

Alf, is there anything that you can tell us about Nancy?

What's she up to, then?

- Who? Peggy? - Yeah.

That's another new outfit.

Hey, do you see that?

She's just posted something through the door at the garage.

'Ey up. She's off again.

Oh, that reminds me.

That must be where this came from.

It was lying on the mat. I haven't had chance to have a look at it.

Good grief.

Well, she's gone too far this time.

- Let's have a look. - No.

I'm taking this to the police.

There wasn't any evidence

that Nancy and Billy were involved in the Julia Summers case.

But they knew the parents and they left soon afterwards.

Well, Julia's parents blamed them for it.

Well, they needed to blame someone.

And Edgar Summers, he sacked Billy.

It's hardly surprising they left Aidensfield.

Phil seems pretty sure they had something to do with it.

You've got to remember, it was a bad time for Phil.

Phil and Gina had lost the baby themselves.

I didn't know that.

Well, these are always hard cases to work on.

But Phil took it to heart.

What about the witness who saw Billy and Nancy on Scarsdale bridge?

Oh, there was that. But nothing was ever found.

Well, have we got his details? I'd like to re-interview him if I can.

Sorry, he d*ed last year.

There's not much for you to go on, I'm afraid.

Maybe it's just coincidence Billy d*ed on the bridge.

Oh, there was another coincidence I found.

Yesterday was Julia Summer's birthday. She'd have been three.

Thanks, Alf.

Maybe we should talk to Julia's parents

before we question Nancy again.

It's not just Mr Blaketon who's received one.

There's been complaints from all over.

What exactly is the problem?

- It's filth. - It is. I've checked.

It's a magazine, you see...

It's a brochure, not a magazine.

Yeah, well, the publication is called... Natoor Oond Gesoondy-hit.

And it contains...

Well, it contains: ten buttocks, female;

eight buttocks, male;

and bosoms... female.

?

Oh, I must have missed one.

Well, never mind that now. Can we get on, please?

Well, the point is, it's p*rn. German p*rn.

And Peggy Armstrong's been posting it

through every door in Aidensfield.

There was a covering letter saying she represented a company

that wanted to open a nudist camp in the area.

And this brochure shows, very graphically,

what they're likely to get up to.

Are you sure it was Peggy Armstrong?

I saw her across the road.

Younger, get over to Aidensfield and sort this out, will you?

- Yes, Sergeant. - You'd better leave that with me.

Mrs Summers? I'm PC Mason. This is Detective Sergeant Dawson.

Could we have a word with you and Mr Summers, please?

Come in.

I'll find Edgar.

It was Julia's birthday yesterday.

You couldn't say that we celebrate it, but we like to mark the day.

It must be a difficult time for you.

They say time is a great healer,

but... not for us.

I'll take that, please.

How can we help you?

We're making inquiries into the death of Billy Hudson.

When... ? We didn't know he'd d*ed.

What's happened to Nancy?

She's pretty shaken up.

They're looking after her at the pub in Aidensfield.

When did you last see Billy?

I've no idea. Well over two years ago.

Could you tell us where you were at around o'clock yesterday morning?

I was working. In the farm office.

You were here too, weren't you? Making jam?

Erm... yes.

Was there anyone else around who might be able to corroborate that?

You'll have to take our word for it.

Of course.

Thanks for your help.

- There isn't any news on Julia? - Edgar... They would have told us.

It sounds like they're more interested in Billy Hudson now.

You are still trying to find our daughter?

The case is on file.

Like our lives. On file.

All we want is to know where our little girl's gone.

It's not much to ask, is it?

Do you think I put my foot in it? I didn't mean to upset anyone.

It was reasonable to question them. And they don't have an alibi.

Do they really need one?

We've no evidence to suggest they had anything to do with

what happened yesterday.

Let's go back and talk to Nancy again.

See if we can get a bit nearer the truth this time.

She's scared of something, isn't she?

Us, probably. She's not got much reason to like the police.

We've not done much for them either, except give them more grief.

Peter seems to be coping all right.

It's like a holiday for him.

He doesn't understand.

Some evidence has emerged that Billy was involved in a fight

before he d*ed.

It looks as though he may have been pushed off the bridge.

- And you're accusing me? - No.

But we do need to know who else was on that bridge.

You were in shock when we spoke with you yesterday.

Perhaps you missed something out.

Let's go through your story again, shall we?

This could have been m*rder, Nancy.

We need to know the truth now.

Why did Billy come back to Aidensfield? It wasn't for a job.

He was meeting someone. He wouldn't say who.

You've no idea at all?

It might have been his mother. He got in touch with her sometimes.

Billy went to meet his mother on the bridge?

Billy didn't want me or Peter involved,

so I thought it might be her.

We went for a walk and Billy waited on the bridge.

That's all I know. I swear.

CAR DRIVES OFF Why didn't you tell us this before?

- I don't know. - Peter!

Peter!

- What's happened? - Peter's gone.

He was here a minute ago.

I'll put out a call.

He really can't have gone far. Don't worry. We'll find him.

What's all the string in aid of?

Oh, it's just so I don't lose any of the bits and bobs,

and I know where they all came from.

What about this?

DAVID: Oh, well, I know that one. It's...

It's like a cat's-cradle under this bonnet.

Well, it's worked so far.

Well, you'd better keep going.

I wish Rosemary was here.

I'm, er... I'm looking for Mrs Armstrong.

You're not going to find her under here.

This isn't a joking matter, David.

I need to talk to her in relation to a serious crime.

Why? What's happened?

Do you know anything about...

German p*rn?

You what?

Never mind.

If you see Mrs Armstrong, you're to let me know straight away.

What did he want?

He's looking for German p*rn.

I've always had my doubts about him.

I've looked all round the village, and there's no sign of him.

Can you think of anyone who would have taken him?

- No. - What about Billy's mother?

She's never even seen him. Why would she? Why would anyone?

Joe, can I have a word?

I just heard what happened.

I don't know if this is much help,

but I went for a walk half an hour ago up the road,

and I noticed Edgar Summers' Land Rover.

When I came back just now, it was gone.

Are you sure it was his?

Well, I've seen it parked outside often enough.

When he lost that little girl, it crippled him.

Well, mentally, I mean.

I don't think it would take much to tip him over the edge.

Thanks, Oscar.

Wotcher, tosh.

Fifty sovs. Take it or leave it.

- What for? - The wheels.

Well, the car's not much use without the wheels, is it?

I mean the car, Einstein.

The old jam jar. I'll take it off your hands for you.

And believe me, son, I'm doing you a favour. It's a heap of junk.

- What do you want it for, then? - Personal reasons.

Happy memories and all that.

Anyway, I can't sell it to you. It's not mine.

You'll have to talk to Mr Scripps.

Right. I need the organ-grinder, not his monkey. Where is he?

Mr Scripps? Well, he's out.

Tell him I called. The name's Smith, Smudger Smith.

I'm a friend and associate of the late Ossie Floyd. God rest his soul.

'Ere's my number.

We can have a rabbit on the dog.

Mr Summers!

Could you open your door, please?

Mr Summers?

I think they've got the child inside.

I'm sure I just heard him. I've called for back-up.

What do you want me to do?

If Peter is here, I'm going to need someone to look after him.

You don't think they'd harm him, do you?

I hope not. Let me see if I can get in round the back.

CHILD CRYING

You have got no right...

No, I haven't,

but right now, I'm more concerned about that little boy.

Nancy Beale's son. Where is he?

You of all people should know what it's like

to have a child snatched away. Where is he, Clare?

He's not here. You are making a mistake.

I heard him crying.

Edgar's got him.

I don't want any trouble.

I just want to get Peter back to his mother.

Is he upstairs?

I didn't know what to do.

Edgar's not himself.

These last few days have been really hard for both of us.

He's not coping too well.

I'll talk to him.

I'll come too.

You've got to understand, he needs help.

- Where's Mason? - Inside, I think.

He went round the back.

Edgar, darling.

It's the policeman who came this morning.

He wants to talk to you. MUSIC BOX TINKLING

Did you ever read the story of Peter Pan?

The Darling children fly away to Never-Never Land

to join Peter Pan and the lost boys.

Mr Darling takes it badly. Losing three children. Very badly.

Mr Summers...

He decides to sleep in the dog's kennel till they come back.

All rather ridiculous.

And as it's a story, they do come back.

I need to take Peter now.

Peter. Peter Pan.

I'd forgotten he was called Peter.

I never got the chance to read Peter Pan to my daughter.

My Julia.

Well, what's the point of fairy-tales?

They don't come back, all those lost boys and girls.

Eaten up by the crocodile or caught by Captain Hook.

I wanted Nancy to have some idea of the pain...

You don't mean that.

Come on, son. Time to go.

I could never have hurt him.

That's the difference between me and her.

Come on, son.

I could never k*ll a child.

- Shall I take him? - No, I'm OK.

Let's go see your mum.

MUSIC BOX TINKLING

MUSIC: 'There She Goes Again' by The Velvet Underground & Nico

There she goes. In my book, she's living on immoral earnings.

quid. That's my final offer.

Oh, I don't know. It was a personal gift from Ossie's widow.

I don't want to be disrespectful.

She won't even know.

.

Young David put an awful lot of work

into getting that old heap going again.

.

It's a very difficult decision. I'll have to think it over.

- A ton. - Done.

- I don't need a receipt. - No, I don't suppose you do.

- We've got him! - Oh, I can't believe it!

That's fantastic. How is he?

I need to check him over, but he looks fine.

You've had quite an adventure, haven't you?

Edgar Summers took him, but I don't think he's come to any harm.

- I'll just check him over. - No. No-one's taking him again.

Oh, Nancy, love, they're only doing their job.

And I'm sure he'd like a nice, warm bath. Wouldn't you, eh, love?

Come on. Come on.

- Where are we going? - For a bath.

Now, that's what I call a good day's work.

'Ey! You.

And that's what I call a keeper. Come on! Run!

Run!

No, not that way, you daft ha'p'orth! Come on.

It's odd. She seemed more upset when we brought him back

than when he went missing.

Well, it must be delayed shock.

I mean, after what she's been through in the last hours...

Joe, could you come in a minute?

- What's wrong? - Look.

- It's a girl? - I'd say so.

'Ey, come on, Gina, love. I'm dying of thirst here.

And what have you been up to? Oscar's after your blood.

In that case, I may leave it.

Ah, I want a word with you.

We've had a call from Lord Ashfordly's gamekeeper.

You were poaching on the estate. Again.

- I never! - She's been at it again.

I've got the names of witnesses, timings, the lot.

You can't squeeze out of this one.

What are you on about?

Between the hours of and one today,

you were seen dishing out more of this foreign smut.

- I beg your pardon?! - No, no, no. She can't have been.

Lord Ashfordly's gamekeeper says he saw her poaching.

She was seen in the village. The keeper's got it wrong.

- He swears it was her. - Do I get a say?

I will need a statement.

Where were you between and one?

I was at home with Jimmy Young, on the wireless.

- Rubbish. - I was there. I should know.

Are you sure you haven't been on the, er...

There does seem to be some confusion.

Yeah, well, I'll leave you to sort it out amongst yourselves.

This is a joke! Why don't you just arrest her?

I can't. She's got an alibi.

OSCAR ARGUING

What happened, Nancy? Who is she?

You know.

She's Julia. Edgar and Clare's baby.

- Billy took her for me. - But why?

We had a baby.

Our own Peter.

And he d*ed.

He were there between us in the bed...

..and he wasn't breathing.

I thought...

I don't know what I thought.

But even then people always saw the worst.

Billy buried him. He said he'd found a lovely, peaceful place.

It were Julia's clothes that we dropped off the bridge.

Of course, someone saw and started that lie about us.

And Julia?

Clare never wanted her.

She told me when we were in the hospital.

And Edgar... he only ever thought about himself.

Anyway, they had everything.

More than we'd ever had.

And when we lost Peter...

..what did we have?

We hardly even had each other.

- What did Billy do? - I never asked him to...

..but he took Julia out of her pram...

..and we pretended that she were our Peter.

People kept on about Edgar and Clare losing a child and how bad it were.

But me...

I'd lost a baby too.

I have to arrest you for kidnapping Julia.

We'll also have to investigate the death of your son.

We'll take you to the police station.

We will also have to return Julia to her mother.

- I know. - Would you like to say goodbye?

I can't. Just... just take her.

GERMAN ACCENT: Ah, good, good!

For you the nudism is interesting?

- There's two of you. - Nein.

Nine? I think you'd better come with me to the station.

Why? I am not wanting a train.

No, but I am wanting an explanation.

Do you know anything about a hare?

- Herr who? - Just a minute.

How do I know you're not just Peggy putting on a silly voice?

What is this Piggy?

Everywhere, all I hear is "Piggy".

Is it ein small pig? Schwein?

Swine? There's no call for that!

I'm arresting you for...

Well, we'll sort that out in a bit. Come on. Come on.

I'm sorry about the car.

But he was offering me three times what it was worth.

Well, it's your car, you do what you like with it. OK?

Rosemary serviced it, but it was a miracle she kept it on the road.

Yes, I know.

Besides, if I hadn't sold it to Smudger,

he'd probably have stolen it anyway.

Yeah, you're probably right. You're best off without it, eh?

I know how much it meant to you.

It helped, as well, didn't it?

- How do you mean? - I can see you're missing Rosie.

It did keep your mind off that for a while.

Best to keep busy.

It's a miracle.

Oh, I wish Edgar was here.

I mean, he should be. Shouldn't he?

If she's his daughter, he can't have kidnapped her.

That may be the case.

He's been told, but we still need to interview him.

- When can I see her? - Soon, I should think.

Nurse Cassidy's looking after her for now.

But there are some things to sort out.

I need to get her room ready.

Oh, and food. I don't know what she eats now.

I need to ask you a couple of questions first.

I was wondering how your husband recognised

what he thought was Peter when he took him from the pub.

He'd seen him before.

When was that?

Oh, erm...

Er... no. He knew that, er... Nancy was at the pub.

You'd told us that. Erm... so he must have worked it out.

You said he'd seen him.

This is a complicated situation we have here.

I'm not sure you're going to get Julia back

until we've sorted it out.

- I understand that. - That's not going to happen

until everyone starts telling the truth.

When did Edgar see Peter?

Yesterday. We both saw him.

'Billy phoned us and said he wanted to see us.'

'He told us he'd be at the bridge.'

'That's where we all met.'

- What happened? - I don't know.

I was too upset. Edgar told me to go and wait in the car.

And then afterwards he wouldn't say.

Did Edgar k*ll Billy?

- MAN: 'Calm down!' - Oh, this is such a mess.

What happened at that bridge yesterday?

Why did Billy want to see Edgar and Clare?

When he took Peter... Julia...

..to start with, he never felt right about it.

And he kept saying, "We can't go on pretending she's a boy forever."

It was her birthday, and he wanted to give her back.

- You knew he was gonna do that? - Not till the last minute.

He knew I wouldn't let him.

So, what happened at the bridge?

It were me.

Don't do it. If you love me, don't let that man have her.

What did Billy tell you when he phoned?

He said he had some news about Julia.

And he knew it was her birthday.

I really thought he might tell us the truth at last.

He was there. Ready to talk.

And then nothing.

He just mumbled some excuse.

- I'm sorry, Edgar. - Where is she?

I'm sorry, man.

And you?

'I ran away. I had to get Peter away.'

'I thought Billy would tell him.'

Did you att*ck Billy?

There are only so many times you can build your hopes up

and have them come crashing down again.

What did you do?

I must have hit out.

And once I'd started...

..the last two years... it all came out.

I kept on hitting him.

And it was easy.

There was no fight in him.

He went down on the ground...

And I lugged him over.

That's all there was to it.

Nancy Beale, I'm arresting you for kidnapping

and assisting an offender.

Edgar Summers, I'm arresting you for the m*rder of Billy Hudson.

Here, I almost forgot. I've got summat for you.

It's the tool kit from the old Rolls.

I thought it might come in handy.

Maybe, if you've got a bit of spare time,

you could give me a hand in the garage.

What, you mean, like a proper mechanic?

I don't see why not, seeing as I'm a bit short-handed right now.

Think it over.

Her name's Andrea Bruchner, and she's from Hamburg.

Like the U-boats.

She says wants to see the West German Ambassador.

The thought of there being two Peggy Armstrongs is giving me a headache.

Let's get rid of her, sharpish.

Frau Bruchner, you're free to go.

At last! A policeman who is not completely dummkopf!

I haven't finished.

I don't want to see you or your brochures again.

These are decent people round here.

They haven't got time for you or your so-called liberated notions.

And they don't want pictures of naked Germans

coming through their letterboxes.

You come back here again, and you'll be in serious trouble.

It is not like this in Germany.

And "auf Wiedersehen" to you, too.

I thought you might be cold.

I hadn't noticed.

MUSIC: 'Tomorrow's Calling' by Marianne Faithful

Is there anything you need?

No.

Will I go to prison?

- I don't know. - You do.

Well, that's for the court to decide.

I wish I were with Billy.

It's got to be better than here.

Better than this life.

It's got to be.

♪ Take them away, they're free

♪ The finest thing is the love that we'll share

♪ If you will follow me

- ♪ If I were foolish, I'd - Again! Again!

♪ Promise the sky

♪ But I must not...

- Hiya, love. - Hey, how are you?

I'm exhausted. They're hard work, kids.

Yeah, it's not really our problem, though, is it?

Well, don't rule it out just yet, eh?

Room for three more?

- Yeah, of course. - What's that?

Phil got it for Peter. When he was Peter.

Don't you think Julia might like it?

No, a police car's more of a boy's toy.

Well, if we're gonna play by those rules, you can get us girls a drink!

Yeah.

- What can I get you? - Gin and tonic, please.

- Half for me, thanks, Gina. - Pint, please.

- That's for you. - Where did you get this?

There's got to be more than £ here.

Well, it was in that tool-box you gave me.

Ossie must have hidden it.

No wonder that Smudger Smith was so keen to get his hands on the car.

It's yours. I don't need it.

Oh, yes, you do.

Well, there's lots of things you need to buy for that garage.

I mean, I don't work just any old where, you know.

Now, then, is this the real Peggy or the other one?

I'm me. And I don't know what all the fuss was about.

She looked nothing like me.

She was the spitting image of you.

How dare you! She was ten years older and she had a funny walk.

Her bits were sunburnt, I expect.

Anyway, she has given me an idea.

We're opening a nudist camp at David's place.

Over my dead body!

Only if it's got no clothes on. Them are the rules.

LAUGHS Oh, it's a joke, Oscar.

It's a bit parky in the buff round our end.

Eh, "round our end"!

GINA LAUGHS