17x19 - The Big Chill

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

Do you know what she said to me last night?

"I hope you get locked in that cold store and freeze to death."

"And when you do, I'll dance all over your grave."

I said, "That's fine by me. I'm being buried at sea."

LAUGHTER

POLICE SIRENS

♪ CANNED HEAT: Let's Work Together

♪ Together we stand

♪ Divided we fall

♪ Come on now, people, let's get on the ball

♪ And work together

♪ Come on, come on, let's work together

♪ Now, now, people... ♪

- What's going on? - And you are, sir?

Harry Hodge. I'm the ruddy market superintendent.

Now, do you mind telling me what's going on, love?

I'm DS Dawson. I have a warrant to search these premises.

Let me see that.

Breathe in.

Remember, your stomach expands first, and then your chest,

filling the lungs completely.

And again.

LAUGHS

I'm never gonna get the hang of this.

All right. Tea break, I think.

It turns out it were the most expensive pram in t'shop.

But Jonny says, "It don't matter, we're having it anyway."

He's like that, my Jonny. He's so excited about t'baby.

Don't worry. It's all talk.

Yeah. I know.

- Anything? - Nothing but ice.

- Are you all right, love? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm all right. I'm just a bit...

I'd better get going or I'll miss my bus.

I can give you a lift home, if you like.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Come on.

That's hundreds of pounds worth of fish you just ruined.

We'll put it all back in the boxes.

That's no bloody good.

- What are you looking for anyway? - I'm not at liberty to say.

Oh, you lot. You see a fishing boat, you think smuggling.

You've no respect. Fishermen in this fleet risk their lives.

Look, Mr Hodge, I'm sorry. Clearly our information...

Yeah, you WILL be sorry,

because I'm going to be making an official complaint

to the chief constable.

Sorry about this mess.

You don't like me very much, do you?

No, I understand. I can't keep my gob shut, that's my trouble.

To tell you the truth, I'm scared stiff.

- Of what? - Having a baby.

Do you think it'll hurt much?

I don't think about it.

My gran d*ed in childbirth. Seven kids.

It were my dad that k*lled her.

That's a cheerful thought, eh?

MAN: Hello.

You all right, Sal?

I bought you some dolly mixtures cos you said...

He's been looking all over for you.

Where is he?

He had to go to Leeds last night, he had to go on his own.

Why didn't he tell me he was going?

He tried to get hold of you. He's not happy.

It's Robbie, Jonny's brother.

- In-laws, eh? - I hate him.

He's always looking at me.

Me and Jonny, we aren't actually married.

Well, not yet, anyway.

I just pretend.

I got this myself from Woolies.

Well, you know what people are like.

Yeah.

I know that sir, but... I thought the information was reliable.

KNOCK AT DOOR

These are regular shipments. lb, maybe lb of cannabis

coming through every month.

Yeah, but... I know, but...

Yes, sir.

Do we know what went wrong, Sarge?

Yeah. Apparently, it was all my fault.

- I'm a lousy detective. - That's a bit harsh.

Ever since this new DI arrived,

he's made it clear how he feels about women in CID.

The capacity to prop up a bar and down pints of ale,

that's what it takes to be a good copper in his book.

Where did the information come from? Surely we need to go back to that.

That's the whole point. It came from a snout of mine.

A small-time dealer who gets his supplies

from the g*ng that bring the cannabis in.

So either he got it wrong or he was lying to you.

I realise that, but...

The DI doesn't want to know.

So, what are you going to do now?

You could throw in the towel and prove him right.

Or we could find your informer and find out what he's playing at.

Up at the cr*ck of dawn. The whole thing's a ruddy fiasco.

now, just cos Miller's away,

she swans in here, takes over his office...

You're just miffed cos she let Joe have the sledge hammer.

'Ey. I'd have had that door off in one go, I can tell you.

- Look at that. - Oh. Do we have to?

- Well, so would I. - You?

Right. Come on. Let's see what you're made of.

Look. I've got work to do, even if you haven't.

In the absence of the sergeant, I've elected myself senior PC here.

- Now get your jacket off. - Give over.

Oh, it's just a bit of on-the-job training for my junior colleague.

So I see. Sergeant Miller would be impressed.

There's something that we need to follow up.

Could you cover for me in Aidensfield?

He's got a ruddy cheek.

BERNIE: If he doesn't want to dig the grave...

No, he's not saying that.

But it's a point of principle. He's been doing that job for yonks.

It's time he got a pay rise.

Peggy, it's not up to me.

The diocese sets the rates for grave diggers.

you'll have to take it up with the bishop.

Mr Scripps?

- Do you have a moment? - Mrs Jowett. What can I do for you?

Uncle Percy's funeral. The brass handles.

I've ordered them. They are expected.

As you know, my uncle was a prominent local figure.

He gave distinguished service in two wars.

Latterly as captain of the home guard.

I want him buried in a fitting manner.

I suggest you chase your suppliers up.

- I can only do as much as I can... - I know you'll do your best.

Now, I've spoken to the vicar about the eulogy.

Can I presume, as far as you're concerned,

everything is in place?

Yes. More or less.

I'll see you the day after tomorrow, then.

'Ey, you've got to hand it to her.

That's a woman that gets what she wants.

Not necessarily.

I'll not be burying anybody unless I can get this hearse fixed.

Poor Sally. I ended up feeling really sorry for her.

- You've changed your tune. - Yeah, well, she's just a kid.

She needs someone to look after her, if you ask me.

And I reckon her Jonny's not all he's cracked up to be.

Well, you need looking after, too.

Come on, sit down for five minutes, will you?

Yeah, she's right. Look, pass them here.

Thanks.

It'll be nice to take the weight off my feet.

- Ohhh. - Gina, I've been thinking.

Vol-au-vents. It's kept me awake all night.

Perfect for a Christening or some other festive celebration.

But a funeral? Are we in danger of straying into frivolity here?

Hmm, maybe we should just stick to sandwiches, then?

I'll do you some cucumber, egg and cress, ham?

As ever, you're a source of sound, practical wisdom.

Morning, Joyce. I was sorry to hear about your uncle.

That's very kind, Oscar.

Sadly, I'm becoming rather an expert

at organising funerals after my poor, dear sister.

Aye. It was a terrible tragedy.

You were such a tower of strength.

I shall never forget.

Anyway, I must get on. Gina, I'll speak to you later.

Keep your mouth shut.

How did you get hold of him in the first place?

Small-time dr*gs bust. He's just a petty villain really.

We let him stew in a cell overnight and offered him a choice.

Inform on your suppliers or go to jail.

He might just have been lying to save his own skin.

He was pretty convincing.

He reckons the stuff comes in off a trawler

and gets hidden in a warehouse overnight.

He could just have got the day wrong.

I tried saying that to the DI. He doesn't want to know.

I reckon he's just looking for an excuse to get rid of me.

♪ You're trying hard not to show it

♪ But baby

♪ Baby, I know it... ♪

Ohhh.

- Nice place(!) - Yeah.

Watch your back.

That's him.

Stop.

I hope you're not avoiding me, Robbie.

Cos I thought we had an understanding.

Hiya. I'm Gina. I'm in Sally's antenatal class.

I've brought this book round for her.

Bound to come out on his own soon enough.

She don't need to read no book on it.

Thanks.

Hiya, Sal. I brought you this.

It tells you everything. I thought you might find it reassuring.

Oh, thanks.

Are you gonna make us that sandwich?

- Yeah, in a minute, love. - Get us another beer, too.

I didn't know you could get books on having a baby.

I'm not much of a reader, but I'll look after it for you.

VOLUME INCREASES What's happened to that beer?

A bloke could die of thirst.

- Paralysed, are you? - You what?

If you turned that down, you might be able to hear.

Here you are, love. I'll get your sandwich in a minute.

He works nights.

Well, anyway, I'd best be off, Sal.

You need to put your feet up. That's what Carol keeps telling me.

She's not ill. She's just having a baby.

You know, you should read the book too.

There's a section in there for new dads.

You might find it interesting.

Ta-ra, Sal.

I keep telling you, I don't know what happened.

- I think you're lying, Robbie. - The stuff was there.

- It must've been moved. - We worked that out for ourselves.

- Moved where? - You know, down the line.

I heard it goes to Leeds first, then out to the dealers.

- How does it get to Leeds? - I don't know any of that.

It doesn't make a lot of sense.

You know it goes to Leeds, but you don't know who takes it.

- I told you all I know. - I wish I could believe that.

We're trying to help you out of a tight spot here.

You've already been to borstal,

you've got charges for dealing hanging over you.

- I don't want to go back inside. - Then do some serious thinking.

Borstal's a breeze compared with real prison.

And believe me, that's where you're headed.

Listen, mate. You think she's being hard?

Her DI wants you arrested and charged.

She's the one that wants to give you a chance.

It doesn't seem like that.

We need accurate information about the next shipment.

We nick them, you're off the hook. Simple, really.

You want to avoid jail, that's what you've got to do.

Think about it.

He's just lying.

I don't think he knows details of the next shipment.

We're gonna have to let him go to find that out.

No. He'll just go to ground.

Well, put him under surveillance.

If he fails to deliver, we haul him in, lean on him again.

The DI's really gonna agree to the resources for that(!)

He's already accusing me of wasting time and manpower.

If it's just a few days, maybe we could manage something between us.

Sergeant Miller's away, things are quiet around here.

I could get the lads to cover for me.

How come you're my new best friend, Mason?

There's a g*ng of drug dealers out there want catching.

That's what I signed up for.

It'll take at least a week to get the spare parts.

They've got to be specially made.

I'll have to tell Joyce Jowett the funeral's off.

She's not going to be very pleased about that.

Hang on. Haven't you still got that old horse-drawn hearse out the back?

It's a heap of junk.

You used it for Mr Vernon's funeral.

It's been stood out in the rain ever since. The paintwork's ruined.

You can soon fix that.

Mrs Jowett has made it painfully clear

that she expects something fitting. She'll never go for this.

And what could be more fitting for a m*llitary hero

than a horse-drawn cortege?

- And you can charge more for this. - This is the s.

The undertaking business has moved on. Expectations have changed.

- You know not of what you speak. - Do I not?

You know, Bernie, instead of seeing everything as a problem,

you should regard it as an opportunity.

That's how you get on in business nowadays.

You'd know, I supposed.

Our Peg's set up loads of businesses.

Yeah. Look what's happened to them all.

I bet I could talk her into an horse-drawn cortege.

Pigs might fly. I'll tell her tomorrow.

David, keep an eye on them pumps for me.

I've got to go and look at Tom Hawkins' tractor.

Where the ruddy hell have you been?

- Nowhere. - Yeah.

That's where you are when I need you. Nowhere.

Pint, please.

I've lent her my childbirth manual. So maybe that'll help her.

Mind you, with all the running around she has to do after him,

I don't know when she'll get time to read it.

Talking of which, when are you gonna take a day off?

How has she ended up with a bloke like him, Carol?

She'd be better off without him.

Gina, you can't go on like this, putting everyone else first

and you second. - I'm not.

You worry about Sally, but she's not your concern.

Maybe it's easier to worry about everyone else.

Otherwise what am I doing, eh? Thinking about Phil.

And Daniel. And wondering what else could possibly go wrong.

Oh, Gina. Nothing's gonna go wrong.

Believe me.

He told you what happened. Coppers everywhere.

Lucky I shifted the stuff last night, then, in't it?

I can't afford to take risks. I told you.

- We're finished. - You don't mean that.

Yeah, I do.

Mrs Jowett, thanks for coming so promptly.

You said on the phone it was urgent.

I wasn't aware, though, Mrs Armstrong,

that you were in Mr Scripps' employ.

My late husband was an embalmer's assistant.

So I occasionally lend a hand.

- It's not the brass handles. - Oh, no. No, that's all sorted out.

No, but I was thinking,

you know you were speaking about your late uncle's m*llitary service?

I said to Mr Scripps,

"We can't give a man like that an ordinary send-off."

He deserves the deluxe treatment.

- Which consists of what? - A horse-drawn cortege.

- A funeral fit for a hero. - You mean a g*n carriage?

No. No. But imagine two lovely black horses with plumes on their heads

pulling a Victorian funeral carriage.

Genuine antique.

- I'll have to see it. - Would tomorrow morning suit you?

- Harry Hodge? Are you sure? - And he wasn't a happy man.

He's involved all right.

I knew there must be an inside link somewhere.

All we need now is some evidence.

Hodge, Robbie Turner. Who's the third?

I don't know. But he was the one that Hodge did all his talking to.

I'm beginning to think Robbie's more involved than he's letting on.

He spotted me when I was there. He looked pretty nervous.

Time we leant on him a bit more, then.

Call his landlady. Leave him a message.

Tell him we want to speak with him urgently.

PHONE RINGS Morning. Aidensfield Arms.

Sally? Just slow down, love. Start at the beginning.

I asked him when we were getting married.

He just got really angry and started shouting at me.

Right. Stay there. I'm coming round.

- Problems? - It's Sally.

I've got to go round there. I reckon he's been hitting her.

Gina, you can't fight other people's battles.

Oscar, she's pregnant. He knocks her about, she could lose the baby.

- All I'm... - I won't be long.

- Victorian, you say? - Oh, yes.

Now that's got a style

that you'll never find in any sort of motorised vehicle.

- Drawn by two black horses? - Oh, just picture it.

Their heads tossing, two magnificent beasts carrying your Uncle Percy

with true dignity to his final resting place.

I must admit, I think the old boy would probably like it.

He started out in a cavalry regiment.

- What's going on? - Your very able assistant

has convinced me, Mr Scripps.

Of course, the horses will be extra, and the coachman's wages.

I'll need an itemised quote in writing. Thank you.

You'll not be disappointed, Mrs Jowett.

You see, Bernie. An opportunity, not a problem.

And as you didn't want to do it, I shall keep any extra we make.

- Hang on. - Unless you want me to

tell Mrs Jowett that the funeral's off.

That looks pretty nasty, that.

We should get Carol to have a look at it.

No, I'm fine. I don't want any fuss.

He didn't mean it. He were drunk.

You've got the baby to think about now.

What if he gives you a shove and you fall over?

He wouldn't. It were my fault.

I asked him when we were getting married.

Not an unreasonable question, given you're about to have his baby.

Shh.

He might hear you. He's asleep.

It seems to me you're putting up with an awful lot here.

Maybe you should ask yourself, is he worth it?

He loves me. I know he does.

If he loved you, he wouldn't be doing this to you.

What would I do without him? He means the world to me, Gina.

I just want him to marry me.

Come here.

Have you seen what that brother of yours has done to Sally?

No. What?

What kind of man uses a pregnant woman as his punchbag?

I've told him about that before.

Yeah, well, he needs telling again.

She's got a black eye. If he carries on, she's gonna miscarry.

PHONE RINGS Police house, Aidensfield.

- Is that PC Mason? - Robbie.

You got my message, then.

I found out about the next shipment.

Cos of the raid on the warehouse, they're using a different route.

When's it coming in?

Tonight.

What's it this time, Peggy?

Bailiffs up before the bench for poaching?

Always remember that fella who tried to sue you for selling him a bent...

- What was it? A bent... - It was not bent.

It was... naturally curved.

And I am currently engaged in a very serious business venture.

I told you before. I never lend money.

I don't want your money. I just want your help.

That's why I asked you to meet us here.

She's only doing this to help out Mr Scripps.

- Mr who? - Er... No, you see, what I need

is to borrow a couple of horses.

- Horses? - Just for a day or so.

You know that mate of yours, Ronnie, out towards Whitby?

Well, he's got quite a few, as I recall.

And we were wondering if you'd put in a good word for us.

You decided to be sensible, then.

The bloke you saw me with in the pub...

He's my brother, Jonny.

He knows this bunch of villains in Leeds.

He used to be involved with them a bit.

- Your brother's running this? - Not exactly running it.

All we do is collect the gear from the trawler skipper

then deliver it to Leeds like... you know, like couriers.

- And Harry Hodge? - He works for them too.

- What's your cut? - All we do is get paid for the job.

I'm fed up with the whole thing.

I just want a way out, and you said if I gave you everything,

I'd be off the hook.

You're prepared to turn in your own brother?

Yeah, well, believe me, he's got it coming.

You're looking very official, Constable.

We received a call. Since Joe's off on some wild goose chase of CID's,

it's down to me. - I called him.

I want to report an as*ault.

- An as*ault? You never said. - No, it's not me.

It's my friend, Sally.

She's expecting and she's being beaten up by her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend.

Don't look at me like that.

It's no different than if she was being beaten up on the street.

Unfortunately, it is, Gina.

She lives with this fella, does she?

- Yeah. - She's willing to make a complaint?

Well, yeah, but she's a bit upset at the moment.

Domestics can be tricky.

So she's got to lose the baby before anyone takes this serious?

I can go round, have a quiet word.

- Without a complaint, I can't act. - This is ridiculous.

Gina, she'll talk to you about it.

I go round, it's possible she could deny the whole thing.

Look at that one. Sired by a Cheltenham Gold Cup winner.

I won a good few bob on his nose over the years.

But what I'm needing is carriage horses.

- Carriage horses? Why? - We painted up this...

Er, it's a business venture. That's all.

Well, he'd lend some of these, certainly, but a carriage horse...

they come pretty expensive. - Well, I don't see why.

An horse is an horse. I just want two good solid beasts

capable of pulling...

Oh, of pulling a funeral carriage.

- Are you happy now? - Funerals, eh?

- You are branching out. - No, just temporarily.

It's the funeral of a very old and very dear friend of mine.

And the family hasn't got any money so I thought I'd help out.

Leave it to me. He owes me a favour.

- When will you be back? - Depends.

- You will be careful, won't you? - Come here.

I'm doing this for us. So we're set when the little fella comes.

KNOCK AT DOOR

I'll get it.

I don't want you worrying.

When I get back, maybe we can have another look at that pram, eh?

You come round here any more, I'll have to start charging you rent.

I just wanted to check Sally was all right.

No more bruises.

You wanna try minding your own business.

And you wanna try keeping your fist to yourself.

- I've had a word with the police. - You what?

Jonny, come on. We need to go.

Your card's been marked. I'd expect a knock if I was you.

If I find her here again, there'll be trouble.

You got that?

Are you OK?

What did you have to go and upset him like that for?

I thought you were my mate. I thought I could trust you.

Yes, sir. But this time...

No, I know, but...

I have questioned him very thoroughly and...

I can appreciate that, but if we don't act now, then...

Yes, sir.

He's short handed and he thinks that

this informer's already proved himself to be unreliable.

- Most informers are unreliable. - He doesn't trust my judgement.

He thinks I've been led up the garden path.

We can't just walk away.

How are we gonna manage without backup? He won't organise it.

Listen up. We have a problem.

We've had information that several pounds of cannabis

are being landed from a trawler tonight.

But CID don't trust the informer.

After the last fiasco, are you surprised?

He got it wrong. This time...

Come on, Joe. What are you trying to prove?

Just cos Miller's away, you think you've got to step up?

He's just trying to nick some drug dealers. As am I.

With all due respect, Sarge,

if CID think it's a waste of time, it's good enough for me.

If we don't stop them, they'll get away with it.

- You can count me in. - What?

With the element of surprise on our side, we might manage with three.

You're joking. More like two and a half.

You're so full of it, aren't you, Don?

'Ey? What a big, tough guy you are?

I think you just haven't got the bottle.

It certainly looks like that from where I'm sitting.

- Haven't got the bottle? - Four, then.

Mm. That should do it.

Is that the best you could do, Ronnie?

They look as if they're about ready for the knacker's yard.

Don't be deceived by appearances.

They're good workhorses, these. There's life in them yet.

- Where? - Trust me, they'll surprise you.

Come on. Gee up.

- 'Ere. - Oh. Right.

Come on.

BOAT ENGINE

Police! You're under arrest! Don't move!

Police! You're under arrest!

- Come on. - I'm fine.

You need to take it easy. You've probably got some concussion.

- I'll be fine. - We've seized lb of cannabis.

The DI practically choked when I told him.

I can't believe I let him get away. Sorry, Sarge.

Hey, you were brilliant.

They'll not get far. We've put out a description.

This is your collar as much as mine, and I'll make sure that's known.

Yeah. Thanks.

You know where he is, love. It's best you tell us now.

I don't know. I don't know anything.

When he comes home, you let us know.

Cos we'll keep coming back until we find him.

SOBS

CAR DOOR SHUTS AND ENGINE STARTS

Jonny? Oh, Jonny!

They were waiting for us. We were grassed up.

Wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

No.

You haven't been talking to that new mate of yours?

- No, I never. - No-one else knew.

They got Robbie. They ruddy nearly got me an' all.

- I've got to get out of here. - I swear it weren't me.

- I'd never tell. - Where's your purse?

- Is this all you've got? - Where are you going?

- I dunno yet. - What about me?

- I'm coming with you. - Look at the state of you.

I'm not lugging you round with me. No way.

Jonny, you can't leave me! Please! I'm begging you!

Jonny, wait. I could get us some money.

I could get us loads of money and a car.

Thanks.

There's, erm, some girl in the kitchen,

says she wants a private word.

- Who? - Dunno.

Sally? Oh, he hasn't been hitting you again, has he?

No. Look, I need to borrow some money, and your car.

- Why? - I'll pay you back, I promise.

Jonny's got some mates down in London...

Are you serious?

She's dead serious. Get her purse, Sal. And the car keys.

You'll never get away with this.

Get in the car. You drive.

- Got it? - Yeah.

Pull up over there by the market.

What are we gonna do?

I know this skipper. He'll take me over to Holland.

- Me too? - I need to go and find him.

Give us the keys.

Where's the wallet?

You haven't got a chance in hell, you know that, don't you?

- I'll come with you. - Don't be daft.

Stay here. Keep an eye on her.

I'm relying on you, babe.

What are you doing? Jonny says we've got to stay here.

I'm gonna find a phone box and call the police.

No, you can't!

What are you gonna do? sh**t me?

I didn't think so.

SOBS

The back door was left wide open. That's not like Gina.

I don't know whether to worry or not.

- Did anyone call her? - No.

Some girl came looking for her, but she wouldn't come out the kitchen.

- What girl? - I don't know.

- What did she look like? - I don't know.

- Sort of... pregnant, I guess. - Sally.

Not the girl whose boyfriend beats her up.

I told Gina to stay out of it.

I'll go round there, see if I can find her.

I'd best come with you.

Get off me! Get off!

DOORBELL

- What do you know about this Sally? - She's in my antenatal class.

She lives with her boyfriend Jonny.

Jonny what?

I'm not sure. I don't think they're married.

Do you know, does he have a brother called Robbie?

Yeah, I've heard her complaining about Jonny's brother.

I've got a bad feeling about this. Come on.

- Ohh. Take it easy. - Don't hurt her, Johnny.

Hurt her?

No!

Let me out! Open the door!

Help!

I've seen the skipper. I'm leaving at first light.

- Open the door! - Do you want to come?

- Course! - Then tell me the truth.

- Who grassed to the police? - I don't know.

I talked to Gina. I suppose I might have let something slip.

But I didn't mean to.

No, Jonny! Please!

No!

SOBS

Jonny!

Jonny! Please!

- The address is... - Scarsdale Road.

Me and Don have just been round there to search the place.

There was just his wife there. She's expecting.

- Hm. - You haven't found them yet?

No.

This is police harassment. I've got nowt to say.

Come on, Harry.

You were seen in the Feathers after we raided the warehouse

having a bust-up with Jonny Turner. - I've got nowt to say.

We've got Robbie Turner in custody and he's saying plenty.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Just you and me, Harry. Nice and cosy.

No-one will find us now, till the morning.

He's just trying to frighten me. He'll come back.

Are you stupid or what?

This is all your fault. I wish I'd never met you,

then me and Jonny would be all right.

Don't you understand? He doesn't care about you or the baby.

Your precious Jonny's left you here to die.

He's left us both here to die.

He'll come back for me. I know he will.

You think Jonny Turner's got hold of Gina?

Turner's girlfriend came looking for her and she hasn't been seen since.

- And her car's missing too. - Right, get the number.

- Put out a call, Alf. - Right, Sarge.

Right. Harry and I have had a chat.

He's given me the name of the skipper

who brings the stuff in on his trawler.

That's it. That's how he'll try and get away.

By boat.

We stand a better chance of surviving

if we keep each other warm.

He's left me, hasn't he?

Yeah.

Gina, I'm sorry.

You know...

When I lost my Phil...

I didn't care for ages

whether I lived or I d*ed.

When I found out I was pregnant...

..it made all the difference.

I'm so sorry.

MUSIC: 'Cirrus Minor' by Pink Floyd

♪ Willow weeping in the water

♪ Waving to the river daughters

♪ Swaying in the ripples and the reeds

♪ On a trip to Cirrus Minor

♪ Saw a crater in the sun

♪ A thousand miles of moonlight later... ♪

Calm it, Joe!

Right.

Where's Gina and Sally?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Now, are you Hans? Are you?

Come on. One of you must speak English.

Let's just nick them all. It's easier.

Come on.

SHIVERS Are you OK?

Oh. I think it's starting.

- Breathe deeply. - It's too cold.

Help!

Help us!

He insists he doesn't know where they are.

Take him down the station.

Where's Sally? What have you done to her?

I thought you was banged up.

I told them. I told them everything.

- You grassed me up? My own brother? - To stop you hurting her.

She's having your baby, Jonny.

I thought it was her!

Where are they, Jonny?

Where are they?

Tell us where they are.

SOBS

Oh, well, I must say, they don't look too bad.

Not too bad? They're magnificent.

'Ere, David, make a note. When my time comes,

I want a send-off like that.

We'd best get the coffin loaded.

David. Your cap.

'Ere.

Thank you.

Excuse me, could you tell me which ward Gina Bellamy's in, please?

- Straight up the corridor. - Thanks.

Morning. How are you feeling?

I just don't understand why they're keeping me in, Carol.

I mean, I'm fine. And the baby's fine.

- I just want to go home now. - You've had a nasty experience.

- You need some rest. - I'm bored.

I can take you through to see Sally if you like.

How is she?

The baby was born in the early hours.

She had a little girl and they're both doing really well.

Oh. I'm glad she's OK.

- Do you want to see them? - Er...

No. No, I don't think I will.

OK.

- Joyce. - Always such a gentleman, Oscar.

- Not much of a turnout. - Well, he was very old.

Most of his friends have gone already.

Did you get anything out of Jonny?

Yeah. He's decided if he's going down, he's gonna take his mates

in Leeds down with him. - That is a result.

Better yet, the DI's being transferred out of Division.

- Was he pushed? - He was... encouraged to go.

Great. They should give YOU his job.

A woman DI?

In my dreams.

Thanks, Joe.

MUSIC: 'You're No Good' by The Swinging Blue Jeans

♪ You're no good baby, you're no good

EXHAUST BACKFIRES

NEIGHING

♪ Broke her heart, was gentle and true

♪ I left a girl for someone like you

Help!

♪ I'll beg her forgiveness on bended knee

♪ But I wouldn't blame her if she said to me

♪ You're no good, it's no good, it's no good

Stop!

♪ Baby, it's no good

♪ I'm gonna say it again

♪ It's no good, it's no good, it's no good

♪ Baby, it's no good

♪ Mm, no good

Well, she wanted to give him a memorable send-off.

♪ Baby, you're no good ♪