18x21 - My One And Only

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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: 'Behind A Painted Smile' by The Isley Brothers

♪ Whenever you're near

♪ I hide my tears

♪ Behind a painted smile...

g*nsh*t

♪ You can't imagine

♪ The tears and the sorrow

♪ Behind a painted smile ♪

Crikey, David, have you brought in the kitchen sink?

How long does Alf think he's staying?

This is only the first load.

I've got to go back for Mr Ventress.

-PEGGY: Alf's staying here? - Yeah.

His chimney collapsed in the storm last night.

Went right through his roof.

It missed Mrs Ventress by inches, apparently.

The insurance are saying it was an act of God.

Not even God would dare

to drop a chimney on Mrs Ventress.

So he's staying here while he sorts it all out.

Mrs Ventress has gone to stay at her sister's.

Poor Alf. He's really shaken up by it, you know.

Oh, hiya, Don. It's a bit early for you, isn't it?

I'm not stopping. Can I have a word?

Yeah, course. Come through to the snug.

MUSIC: 'That Man' by Small Faces

Sonia called me too. She's a regular of mine.

She's got a heart condition.

This won't be doing it much good.

-How's the husband? - Not good.

Can we get that over to Ballistics?

- Tell them it's urgent. - OK.

I'll take Mrs Rumbold inside.

WETHERBY: I hope you don't mind me talking about it.

No, of course I don't.

All that silly gossip's well d*ed down.

Well, it was Sandy's idea.

And it was my weekend to have the kids.

And she offered to bring them. I usually collect them.

And then... she offered to stay.

Said the kids would benefit from us

spending time as a family again.

-And did they? - Oh, they loved it.

So did I. I slept on the couch downstairs, of course.

But Sandy and I... we got on so well.

It was like... It was like we had a future.

I hadn't realised how much I'd missed it.

I'm really pleased for you, Don.

- So what now? - I don't know.

What should I do, Gina?

Well, all I know is is life's too short

and you've got to grab what you can while it's there.

I don't understand.

Who'd want to hurt Leslie?

We'll find that out, Mrs Rumbold.

Are you sure that you didn't see anything?

You're doing really well, Sonia.

I was making a pie.

Chicken and leek. It's his favourite.

And I heard this noise. It was like a car backfiring.

I went to see what it was and...

Leslie was just lying there.

Right.

The ambulance is ready.

-You'll come with me? - Of course I will.

♪ Walkin' in the sunshine

♪ Sing a little sunshine song

♪ Put a smile upon your face

♪ As if there's nothing wrong ♪

MAN: ♪ Oh, the water is wide

♪ I can't get o'er

♪ And neither have I wings

♪ To fly

♪ Give me a boat... ♪

Good morning, "occifer."

Isn't it a beautiful morning?

GROANS

After the stormthe sky is blue.

I feel...I feel...

RETCHES

Look, it wasn't an accidental sh**ting.

You need to get CID over here pronto.

Well, how long?

Yes, of course you can hold the fort.

DRUNKEN SINGING

Yeah, well, as soon as you can, please.

GEOFF: I said be quiet.

SINGS DRUNKENLY

I won't tell you again!

God made music to lift the soul, laddie.

-Let your soul be lifted. - Get off.

- Ow. - Stop that at once!

Georgie.

I cannae credit it.

Georgie Miller as I live and...

You were whippet thin, man.

What happened?

LAUGHS

Come here.

Georgie, Georgie, Georgie!

-Put him in a cell! - Do you know him?

No, of course not! Now go on!

MAN: ♪ I've seen lots of bonnie lassies

♪ On my travels wide

Very nice.

♪ But noo my heart is centred

♪ On bonnie Kate McBride ♪

Oscar, we're out of salt and vinegar. Can you...?

What's wrong with you?

Lost the use of your arms, as well as your senses?

SIGHS

Alf.Welcome.

Oh, I'm sorry about the luggage, Gina,

but Mrs Ventress packed.

Well, whatever it takes to make you feel at home.

Oh, it's been an upheaval.

But I am grateful to you for taking me in.

But I must pay the going rate. I insist.

No way, Alf. You're our guest.

You just pay for your drinks.

If you're a bit peckish,

grab yourself something from the kitchen.

- Do you want a pint? - Oh, ta.

SNORES

I've looked through his bits and pieces, sergeant.

- His name's... - Ewart Martin.

- Oh, you do know him. - I did.

I hardly recognised him.

Ewart Martin. Extraordinary.

We served in the w*r together.

Oh. Well, you can have a nice little reunion, can't you?

Or not.

Er... there was this too.

Leslie Rumbold. It's the man who got sh*t.

Yes. Yes, that's odd.

Thank you, Younger.

You'd best get over to the hospital.

Give Mason some support.

CID won't be here for a while.

Overstretched.We'll be on our own for a day or two.

MUSIC: 'All That Meat And No Potatoes' by Fats Waller

-You all right, Alf? - Oh, grand, thanks.

You did say it was all right to help myself?

Course it is. Fill your boots.

♪ All that meat and no potatoes

♪ Just ain't right Like green tomatoes ♪

Did your husband own a g*n, Mrs Rumbold?

Why would he? He sold insurance.

A broker. Independent.

Rumbold Insurance on Lammas Road.

Do you mind if we took a look

around his office and your house?

It's just routine.

If you think it would help.

There's spare keys for the office.

They're in my kitchen dresser in a blue China jar.

JOE: Thank you.

Leslie deals with companies all over the country.

It's very complicated. He's away a lot.

And how were things between you?

Has his behaviour changed recently?

Do you have any problems?

No.No, I don't think so.

There was a tramp.

Came to the house this morning when Leslie was out.

I don't think that was a problem.

He was rather jolly. He made me laugh.

I gave him two bob.

There was this horrible farmer.

Disgruntled client.

Came to the house and...

- Shouting the odds. - When was this?

It was a couple of weeks ago. Maybe ten days.

Leslie saw him off.

-You don't think he...? - Do you know his name?

Sorry.

Leslie's not going to die, is he?

RINGS

Aidensfield Arms.

The builder says it's going to be at least two weeks.

I don't know what I'm going to do with myself all day.

Well, I am on compassionate leave.

Did I tell you about my chimney?

- Several times. -There was this crashing...

That was your friend. PC Wetherby.

He's on a case.

He can't make tonight after all.

Oh, yeah. He said he might pop in.

What did you do with the pork pie in the fridge?

Nothing. I haven't touched it.

There was a new one in there, just started.

Oh, sorry, Gina, my fault. I ate it.

What, all of it?

A catering-sized pork-and-egg pie?

Well, you did say make yourself at home.

No sign of a g*n at Mr Rumbold's house.

The place was clean.

So we've got a probable German b*llet

and an angry farmer.

We need to identify him.

Go to Rumbold's office. See what you can dig up.

Sergeant Miller, your old friend in the cells.

He had Rumbold's business card, didn't he?

Yes, I imagine he was Mrs Rumbold's tramp.

He's an old soldier, isn't he?

You know, g*ns and that.

Yes, well, I'll have a word with him when he comes to.

In the meantime, check local firearms certificates.

If it's a Walther, it'll be registered.

If someone brought it back as a w*r souvenir,

it might not be.

My grandad brought back a Jerry bayonet

from the Somme.

Was his pride and joy.

Yes, well, you can share your family reminiscences later.

Get moving.

Doesn't exactly inspire confidence, does it?

You take the desk, I'll try the filing cabinets.

There's quite a lot of cash here.

We'd best give it to his wife for safekeeping.

Got you.

This one doesn't mince his words.

"You're a cheating scumbag and you're gonna pay for it."

Hmm.

Yes. Yes, thank you.

We've got him. The man who threatened Mr Rumbold.

His name's Tillman. Ross Tillman.

Longfell Farm.

You'd better get over there right away.

That was the hospital.

Leslie Rumbold d*ed ten minutes ago

without regaining consciousness.

It's now a m*rder case.

MUSIC: 'Eine Kleine Nachtmusik' by Mozart

- Dawn, is that you? - Oscar, keep the...

He's your friend.

MUSIC BLASTS

Alf, can you turn that music down?

Hang on. I'll turn the music down.

- Yes, Oscar? - The music.

Yes, Mrs Ventress and I,

we like a bit of music before we settle down.

We don't want to wake the baby.

Oh, dear.

I don't think I'll get to sleep without my music.

-Keep it low. How's that? - Good.

MUSIC: 'Boogie Chillen' by John Lee Hooker

DOORBELL RINGS

Let's have a look around, shall we?

Oi!I wouldn't if I were you.

I thought you were burglars. What's up?

You bought an insurance policy

from Leslie Rumbold.

Oh, don't tell me, he's made a complaint?

I knew he would. Little runt.

Oh, I got angry with him.

I threatened him. There, I admit it.

But it's him you should arrest, not me.

Why did you thr*aten him, Mr Tillman?

He's handled the insurance on this place for years.

Came round every month for his premium, like clockwork.

Then about six weeks ago,

the barn in the long field b*rned down.

I lost a lot of equipment.

So I put my claim in and nothing.

Not a penny.

Some inconsistency with the paperwork.

- That's his fault, surely. - Well, you'd think so.

One of the papers I signed is a disclaimer.

I can't touch him. I'm well out of pocket.

Where were you between one and two this afternoon?

I was with my girlfriend. I have been all day.

Pub lunch. Pictures in the afternoon.

Alfie. A good film. I can recommend it.

Leslie Rumbold was sh*t this afternoon.

You don't think I did it?

Have you got a firearms or a shotgun certificate?

And can we see any g*ns that you have on the premises?

HEAVY SNORING

BABY CRIES

Oscar.

Alf!

Alf!

Very nice.

You've done well for yourself, George.

I never could settle.

Not after the w*r.

I found out Doreen was messing about

with a taxidermist from Rhyl.

Hmm. Silly mare.

I went for a drink.

Then I went for a walk.

The birds were singing

and the night was so beautiful that I thought...

this is what I want.

The road.

Freedom.

To let life fill me with joy.

And I kept walking.

And to this day I'm full of joy.

Though sometimes it smells a wee bit like whisky.

Hmm.

When we locked you up

we found a business card among your possessions.

For a Leslie Rumbold.

Oh, yes.

I was coming out of that pub in Attercoombe Hill.

A car knocked me flying.

I banged my head.

A man gave me his card.

Said he'd see me right. I was to call round.

He'd make it worth my while, he said.

-When was this? - Oh... now you're asking.

What day is it? Oh, he wasnae there anyway.

I met his wife. Oh. Lovely woman.

She gave me two bob.

Georgie... could I stay here tonight?

I'd be no trouble.

We could have a wee singsong, just like the old days.

You had a decent baritone, as I recall.

Oh. Dawn, some coffee.

- Here we go. - Mm.

One breakfast for you.

One for the snorer.

Morning, all!

YAWNS

Oh, Gina. Now that's what I call a breakfast!

Did we all sleep well? I certainly did.

Oh, good for you.

Now, when I've been to the builder,

I've got the day to myself.

Is there anything I can do?

Well, we normally take it in turn

to wash up the breakfast things.

Oh, that would be fine. Put my name down for it.

SIGHS

Are you sure you want to release me?

Mrs Rumbold's confirmed your conversation with her.

I'm satisfied that's why

you had her husband's card in your pocket.

I could stop a few days.

That cell's cosy.

That won't be necessary.

Here, take this.

For old times' sake.

♪ There was a soldier

♪ A Scottish soldier... ♪

He's not a suspect then?

No.

We had a long chat last night.

The only person that Ewart Martin

is trying to k*ll is himself.

Oh, thank you, dear.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

- Hi. - How's she doing?

Not great. She needs someone with her.

There's no family.

Morning, Mrs Rumbold. I was just passing.

I thought I'd drop this back to you.

It was in your husband's office.

Oh.

Oh. Mm. Wh...

CAROL: When was that taken?

I've no idea.

That is your husband, isn't it?

Yes,but I don't know who these other people are.

I have the feeling I've seen that cottage before,

but I can't think where.

Well, Leslie will tell you. He can always explain...

Oh, no, he...

Oh, no.

Ross and me had lunch.

Then went to the one o'clock at the ABC.

Alfie. It was really depressing.

- Did anyone see you? - I'm sure they did.

We weren't the only people there.

Look, Ross wouldn't hurt anyone,

even if they deserved it.

ALF: Morning, Bernie.

Oh, for heaven's sake!

Sorry, Mr Scripps.

Clean overalls this morning, this.

Need any help? I'm at a loose end.

We're fine thanks, Alf. Really.

PHONE RINGS

-Oh, David! - Don't fret! I'll get it.

Be my guest.

David, I'll finish this on my own, thanks.

David, Bernie, I need to pick your brains.

It's like Piccadilly Circus in here today.

Does this cottage look familiar?

It's Mrs Sutton's place at Tipton.

No, it's not.

She's got a big oak tree here in the front.

Could be any one of a dozen places.

Sorry, Joe.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

SIGHS

I thought Alf was gonna do this.

Yes, so did I. Crossed wires, obviously.

Have you ordered the pork pie yet?

I was just about to phone the butcher.

We need some Scotch eggs.

Alf. It's not gonna work this, is it?

No.

Anyway, are you in a better mood now?

You've been like a grumpy old badger.

It's hardly surprising, is it,

with Don Wetherby back on the sniff?

Not this again.

I thought we'd sorted this out ages ago.

I'm thinking of your reputation.

This is a small village. We don't want people--

I'll tell you what I don't want.

Any more of your jealousy.

Jealous? Me? Don't be ridiculous.

I mean it, Oscar.

You say another word to me or to anyone else about this

and I'm done with you for good.

And I'm not joking.

EXHALES

Any more news on Tillman?

His girlfriend confirms his alibi.

GEOFF: He definitely only has a shotgun licence

so he's keeping the Colt illegally.

There's no Walthers registered

in a -mile radius.

Doesn't help if the g*n is not registered.

One thing I did pick up.

I've checked Leslie Rumbold's car registration.

And guess what? It's not his car.

It's registered to a Leslie Millwood.

-The address is in Stape. - Stape.

I knew I'd seen it before.

MUSIC: 'Reflections' by Diana Ross & The Supremes

♪ Time after time

♪ I see reflections of you and me

♪ Reflections of

♪ The way life used to be ♪

Morning, officer. Something wrong?

Just a couple of routine questions, Mrs...?

Millwood. Margaret Millwood.

Is your husband's name Leslie?

He's away on business. Has something happened?

Can you come, love? Can you come now?

Is this your husband?

Yes. Yes!

- Can we step inside? - Tell me what's happened!

I'm very sorry to inform you,

but your husband diedin Ashfordly General last night.

And it appears, Mrs Millwood,

that he was married to someone else,

as well as you.

Mum, what's all the...?

- Who was first? - JOE: I'm sorry?

Who did he marry first? I need to know.

He and Margaret married in .

We were married in .

He was home on leave.

It was a whirlwind romance.

He was a very romantic man always.

I suppose they've got children.

A daughter. She's now.

I would have liked a daughter.

I couldn't, you see.

He said it didn't matter.

Did she k*ll him, this Margaret?

Leave that to the police, eh?

Whoever k*lled Leslie will be brought to justice.

WHIMPERS

WAILS

Come on.

And you had no idea about Mrs Rumbold?

Of course not. I'd have been round.

I suppose she was younger, was she?

Some blonde with a cleavage.

Leslie always kept his brains in his trousers.

And you never questioned him working away?

He worked for Macdonald Mutual in Newcastle.

He was there half the week, here the rest.

He had an office in our dining room.

Actually, he was an independent broker

with an office here in Ashfordly.

Was it all a lie, then?

All of it?

How can anybody live like that for -odd years

and not get found out?

How can anybody afford to?

I could k*ll him.

I didn't mean that.

Of course I didn't.

Don't get him overexcited, Alf.

Oh, we're fine. Hmm!

You'd better have that on the house. It's cheese.

We've got no ham left all of a sudden.

Thanks. It's been a bit of a day.

SIGHS

Carol, you haven't heard any talk

about me and Don, have you?

Not that I've heard.

-Why, what am I missing? - Nothing.

I mean, that's the point.

Oscar's got a bee in his bonnet again.

It's nice to have someone who worries about you.

Yeah, I suppose so,

but I'm not married to him and he's not my dad.

Oh, I could swing for him, Carol. I really could.

And you had no idea your father

was leading a double life.

WOMAN:If I had, I'd have said something, wouldn't I?

Anyone would. It'd be human nature.

But he insured your boyfriend, Ross Tillman.

They had a fight. You told me about that this morning.

Ross had a fight with a man called Rumbold.

My dad wasn't called Rumbold. He was...

Sorry. It's just a bit...

I'm still trying to take it in.

My dad was a lovely man.

Funny. Kind.

Full of stories. Daft, some of 'em.

You'd think he was Errol Flynn

that defeated the SS single-handed.

Perhaps that was all lies too.

Yesterday afternoon...

We were at the pictures, Ross and me.

The usherette has confirmed that,

but one of you could have slipped out.

I suppose so, but we didn't.

Where's Lynne?

We still have a few more questions.

We'll drop her back as soon as we're done.

Don't keep her long. I need her.

There's a lot to sort out.

She's angry.

But I suppose she has every right to be.

She was at work the day of the sh**ting.

Plenty of witnesses.

Witnesses for Lynne and Tillman at the cinema too.

But I don't believe it.

I think Lynne and her mother found out somehow

and then either they k*lled him

or they got Tillman to do it.

-He was angry enough. - I'll talk to Lynne.

You go to Rumbold's office.

We need to know more about his business affairs.

Younger, bring Tillman in. And get on to Division.

Perhaps they might let us know when CID will be here.

We're doing all right without them, aren't we?

Yes. Yes, I rather think we are.

EWART: ♪ He dwelt in bonnie Scotland

♪ Where bloomed the sweet bluebells

♪ And it's oh in my heart

♪ That I rue my laddie well ♪

LAUGHS

That was lovely, that was.

You put Kenneth McKellar to shame.

Oh, thank you kindly, madam.

CHUCKLES

Can I believe my eyes?

A goddess is amongst us.

Oh, get off.

You have the look of...

Of Jean Simmons in The Robe.

Aye, right.

Anyway, I love that film.

Michael Rennie were in that.

Best-looking man in films, I reckon, Michael Rennie.

-A Harrogate lad, I believe. - Indeed.

Where are you heading? Do you need a lift?

To the shining borders of the world

where the silver light dances beneath a lilac sky.

That far? You won't get there tonight.

Do you want somewhere to sleep?

Madam, please.

I am no plaything for a lady's boudoir.

CHUCKLES

I'm offering you toad in the hole

and a bale of hay in one of our sheds.

The food of the gods and the comfort of kings.

Well, you'd better hop in then.

♪ Oh, I love a lassie

♪ A bonnie, bonnie lassie

♪ She's as pure as the lily in the dell

♪ She's as sweet as the heather

♪ The bonnie... ♪

Lynne found out about her father, didn't she?

If she did, she never said.

Why am I here? I was at the pictures.

You had a motive, sir. And an illegally-held firearm.

And where there's one, there might be others.

I've applied for a warrant to search your premises.

Does that worry you?

No, it doesn't.

Lynne knew about her father, didn't she?

Yes.

She knew.

Lying to the police is a very serious matter, Miss Millwood.

I didn't see what good telling the truth would do.

I could see what you'd think.

But Mum didn't k*ll him. Nor did I, nor did Ross.

We were at the pictures.

I'm sorry I lied.

How did you find out about your father?

Ross was so angry when his claim was turned down.

He wanted to have it out with...

With Mr Rumbold.

I went along. I was worried about what he'd do.

He wouldn't let me go in. I waited in the car outside.

When Ross came out he was shaking with anger.

I hoped I could calm him down.

Then, after a bit, this man came out of the office.

It was obviously Dad, but... it was all wrong.

The office, the name of the company.

Dad was supposed to be in Newcastle.

Ross drove the car at him.

Deliberately?

He swerved at the last minute.

Dad jumped out of his skin.

-Did he see you? - No.

He wasn't due home till the Friday.

The next day after work, I waited outside the office.

I followed his car to Aidensfield.

That's when I saw her.

I assumed she was his mistress.

I was upset. Hurt.

I made a few enquiries.

Found out they were a happy, married couple,

just like Mum and Dad.

When did you tell your mother?

I didn't. I haven't.

She adored him. Why would I break her heart?

Why would he?

I've told you over and over.

I was at the pictures with Ross

watching a boring film that sent me to sleep.

If you were asleep,

then you can't give Ross an alibi.

I dozed off for a few minutes, that's all.

ALF: You'll need one of these after the day you've had.

-I'm just tired, that's all. - Yeah, I bet.

Fighting with Gina can take it out of you.

Now... is she not speaking to you

or are you not speaking to her?

What do you mean?

Well, I am, on occasions, a private detective, you know.

Highly regarded by some.

And if you're jealous of Don Wetherby,

you're barking up the wrong tree.

I don't want her to get hurt.

-Not again. - He's not going to hurt her.

He's after getting his wife back.

He told me that last week.

Oh, dear, Alf.

I think I've made a fool of myself.

Mr Tillman, we have conducted a search of your premises.

In an outbuilding, we found

a number of handguns without certificates,

two of German manufacture,

one we believe to have been stolen.

We will continue the search and we have every confidence

that we will find the m*rder w*apon.

Now, we have evidence

of violent behaviour on your part.

Lynne admits she fell asleep during the film,

so you've no alibi.

You bore a grudge against the victim who you threatened,

both verbally and in writing.

All in all, Mr Tillman,

you had motive, means and opportunity.

This is so wrong.

Ross Edwin Tillman,

I am arresting you on the suspicion

of the m*rder of Leslie Arthur Rumbold.

MUSIC: 'Trouble Blues' by Sam Cooke

CLICK

I told her she was a fool to trust you.

DOOR CLOSES

The housekeeping's gone. The parsnip wine.

Goodness knows where that is.

Under your bed.

- What? - The drink's under your bed.

And the housekeeping's under my pillow.

I'm not a fool, David.

I just wanted to give the man a chance.

SIGHS

All right, you found the g*ns.

I should have told you.

I buy and sell on the side for cash.

My dad was a collector. He got me interested.

Most of them have had it.

You can no more fire them than wear them on your head.

MILLER:Even so, a certificate is required.

Not for trophies of w*r.

The law has changed recently.

I didn't know that.

And I don't suppose you knew that a Mauser

found amongst those g*ns was reported stolen.

I bought that in good faith at a g*n fair

at Wolverhampton at Easter.

-From a licensed dealer? - From an enthusiast for cash.

I don't declare it to the tax man.

That's how I can...

Look, I've never owned a Walther P.

I've never sh*t anybody. I'm not a criminal!

Dealing in stolen goods is a criminal offence.

I didn't know it was stolen, did I?

That's quite a temper you've got, Mr Tillman.

Well? Well, I'm no expert.

But it looks like Rumbold

was selling insurance fraudulently.

Collecting the premiums in cash,

but not sending them to the insurance companies.

Well, that would explain

how he could afford two households.

Who else knew?

How did Ross respond to having his alibi challenged?

He's bright enough to see how this would play in court.

Lynne saying that she dozed off

is hardly damning, is it?

Could he have slipped out, got back to Aidensfield,

sh*t Rumbold and then got back?

It's dead risky. She could have woken up at any point.

Exactly.

I think he's guilty of some minor offences,

but as for m*rder...

He has the motive and the opportunity,

but unless we find the m*rder w*apon

and connect him to it, we don't have the means.

So what do we do?

Keep the pressure on

and double-check everything we've got.

MUSIC: 'Little Wheel' by John Lee Hooker

Go on. Down you get.

There.

Good girl.

Hello, Jean Simmons.

You've got a nerve.

- It's all right, David. - No, it's not.

No, you're... you're right, David.

I know you were trying to help me, lovely Jean,

but... sadly, I think you're a bit late.

Here.

It's a Film Review Annual.

It's for .

I saw in the window of the junk shop.

There's a big feature on Michael Rennie.

Pictures, the lot.

Oh, Ewart.

Thank you.

♪ Speed, bonnie boat

♪ Like a bird on the wing

♪ 'Onward,' the sailors cry

♪ Carry the lad

♪ That's born to be king... ♪

Gina.

You and Wetherby.

I seem to have put two and two together

and made it six.

Sixteen, more like.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I really am.

Why can't you accept that a man and a woman

can be friends, Oscar?

It just never happened in my day.

You've got nothing to be afraid of, you know.

Except for the ear-bending you'll get off me and Dawn

- if you don't tell Alf to go. - Go?

How am I supposed to tell him that?

HUMS

PC Younger.

And how is my favourite policeman,

- this glorious sunny morning? - Busy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I was after a word with Sergeant Georgie.

-Well, you can't. - Oh.

He's occupied.

And please don't wait.

That was Carol. Sonia Rumbold won't answer her door.

Mrs Rumbold?

That poor woman.

So nice she was to me that day I called.

She gave me two bob.

-I ought to check on her. - That niece of hers.

Pretty as the morning dew on a buttercup.

Thank you, Mr Martin. That's enough.

Sonia Rumbold has a niece?

Carol told me she didn't have any relatives.

Well, she said it was her niece.

She was leaving the house when I called.

Like a wee kelpie.

Lovely, flowing blonde hair.

Geoff, I'm bringing Lynne Millwood back in.

Tell Sergeant Miller.

ALF: I've got some news.

The builders won't leave the house

for the rest of the month.

Er, look, Alf, I've been meaning...

No, Oscar, let me finish.

I know that I'm very welcome here,

but it's not right.

I mean, you're very generous, but I should be paying rent.

I can't stay. And, please, don't be offended, Gina.

Trust me, she's not.

And the letter was waiting for me

when I got to the house.

- Letter? - From Ernie.

Ernie's turned up trumps.

Ernie who?

Ernie. The premium bonds!

Electronic Random Number... thingy.

Oh, so you've had a win. How much?

£.

And I thought, "Why not?"

While the house is being finished.

A fishing trip.

Two weeks in Scotland for Oscar and me.

If you're up for it, Oscar.

Oh, he's up for it, aren't you?

You jammy little so-and-so.

You told us you'd never met Sonia Rumbold.

A witness puts you in the house

on the day of the m*rder.

That tramp, was it?

I went to see her. I was angry.

I told her. It was bound to come out.

Mum would be in pieces.

I didn't see why she shouldn't suffer too.

But it was a mistake. She took it badly.

I shouldn't have meddled.

And?

And nothing. That tramp came to the door. I left.

Went into town, had lunch at the Fox, went to the pictures.

Sonia Rumbold knew about you and your mother

before Leslie came home?

Why on earth didn't you tell us this?

I've done a lot of damage.

I didn't want to do any more.

Get over to the Rumbold house.

Take Wetherby with you.

I will want a full statement from you, Miss Millwood.

I'll try the back.

Mrs Rumbold.

-I don't want you here. - WETHERBY: Joe..

- Go, please. - No, Don!

Just put the g*n down.

g*nsh*t

It's Leslie's g*n, isn't it?

He got it off an SS officer.

Or so he said.

I believed everything he told me.

Why wouldn't I?

Ignorance is bliss, eh?

Until that girl came around.

You sh*t him, didn't you?

I knew what time he was due back.

He was always punctual. I'll give him that.

I hid behind the shrubs, so that he wouldn't see me.

I aimed for his head, but I missed.

You should have seen his face.

You searched the house.

But you didn't find anything, did you?

You didn't find the g*n.

Men aren't comfortable

looking in ladies' handbags, are they?

Especially grieving widows.

I shouldn't have sh*t Leslie.

Not cos he didn't deserve it cos he did.

But he was my life.

I've got nothing now.

No!

WHIMPERS

JOE: OK, I've got you.

SOBS

Er, Division have been on, sergeant.

CID are on their way.

I told them they're a bit late.

I gather we've you to thank.

Er, I just popped back to tap you for some money.

I gave you a pound yesterday.

Ah, well, that one was never really mine.

I could feel it restless in my pocket.

Eager to fly away and join its friends.

There's a Salvation Army hostel near where I live.

I could pay for a few nights if...

If I try to stop drinking.

You're a good comrade, Georgie.

Oops, sorry.

Pint, please, Dawn.

I've spent all day sorting that office out

after Alf got his hands on it.

-Where is Alf? - Up north with Oscar.

All I can think about is my bed.

My eiderdown is calling my name.

Well, I've thought about you said

and I'm going to make an effort with Sandy.

I still love her, Gina.

Always have.

Good.

♪ Long time passing...

Ewart! Are you fit?

♪ Long time ago

♪ Where have all the young men gone?

♪ Gone as soldiers every one ♪

It takes a certain type of man to be a bigamist.

Not me, I can't make one relationship work,

let alone two.

I don't understand it.

If you found the right girl, you wouldn't want anyone else.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.