10x17 - Who's Who?

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

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♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

BELL RINGING

Here is the kitty with the cream.

Excuse me, sir.

Such a pretty skull.

Ashfordly tells me that you worked for Bunty Henderson.

I don't remember seeing you there.

- Please, sir. - There's no rush.

HE GROANS Come on, girl, chop-chop!

INDISTINCT CHATTER

- Thank you so much, it was lovely. - My pleasure, Sonia.

Excellent evening.

Andrew, lovely to see you. See you soon.

- Trouble? - Aye.

I've got a couple of heifers on the loose.

- Mind how you go. - Right. Best of luck.

Come on, cows.

Come on. Come on.

Stop!

TYRES SCREECHING

HE EXCLAIMS

- Good night? - So-so.

ANDREW: Right, old boy, we'll get you some help.

- Get the blanket. - What?

Oh, Andrew, get the car blanket!

- What's happened? - It was an accident.

Get an ambulance.

Oh, don't worry about those, Gina, do them in the morning.

They're nearly done now.

Right... Well, I think I'll turn in.

Look...

HE CLICKS TONGUE You and Bellamy.

It is what you want, isn't it?

Yeah.

Fine.

Night.

Night, Oscar.

That's as much as we can do.

I'll have a word with the couple in the Bentley.

- Watch your step. - Why's that?

It's the High Sheriff and his missus.

How is he?

Conscious, that's all we can tell you.

He's damn lucky to be alive.

There's no way that my wife could have avoided him to hit him.

As a matter of routine,

we're gonna have to ask Mrs Parkin to take a breathalyser test.

Of course.

We'll leave the statements till tomorrow.

- Mr Vernon? - Yes, David?

Sorry, but I'm here again.

Never mind, you do live here.

HE LAUGHS

No, I'm here with that question again.

Oh, aye?

Is there any chance of you paying the rent one?

Oh. that one.

Actually, David, there is every chance in the world.

Yeah?

As soon as these little beauties start paying their way.

Oh. VERNON CHUCKLES

The doctor said we can't talk to the injured man till later on.

Bad do. I suppose you know Andrew Parkin

is the County High Sheriff? - Yes, Sarge.

Lord Ashfordly has been asking if I'll take Parkin's statement.

Why is that?

Toff's charter, Bradley.

They don't like discussing their business with the lower ranks.

I see.

But Mrs Parkin's breath test was negative, you say?

Yes, Sarge.

Andrew Parkin's been known to tie a few on.

It certainly smelled that way.

Do what's necessary at the scene. I'll talk to the Parkins.

MICHAEL: Right, Sarge.

Oh, Sarge, just one thing.

The driver's seat was too far back for Mrs Parkin's height.

- What are you saying? - That she lied.

That Mr Parkin was driving, not her.

Hello? Gina?

Bellamy, what are you doing here?

Hi. Where's Gina?

- She's gone out. - She said she'd be here.

Did she? When was this?

Last night. She must have forgotten.

Yes. Maybe she did.

Look, I don't think I've had the opportunity to, you know,

congratulate you properly.

Thanks.

I think she was a bit shocked.

I think she was.

I don't know why. It's the obvious next step.

She probably needs more time to get used to the idea.

Yeah.

Well, if you're stopping, make yourself a cuppa tea.

HE HUMS CHEERILY

Vernon, what is going on?

I'm branching out, our kid.

Here. Take a look at those.

- BERNIE: Who are they? - VERNON: Lonely hearts.

It's an old business of mine I'm giving a new lease on life to.

- Where'd you get these? - I advertised for them.

You see, when they pay their registration fee,

they get their details and the photo in the book.

This is my stock in trade.

- What about my paperwork? - It's all filed in the tea chest.

Look, Vernon...

Look. It's going to be marvellous when the people start rolling up.

Oh. people are going to drop in, fill up and choose a wife?

I was thinking rather the other way round.

Well, I'm sorry, Vernon, you'll have to think again.

Well, it's too late, our kid, the advert went in yesterday.

BIRDS QUACKING

- Where would you like me to start? - From leaving Ashfordly Hall.

We left at about o'clock.

- Did Lord Ashfordly see you off? - Yes.

RAYMOND: He watched you get into the car?

Oh... He might have, I'm not quite sure.

- What is the relevance of this? - Trying to get a complete picture.

Please go on, Mrs Parkin.

- I drove away from the hall. - And what speed were you doing?

- I'm not quite sure, really. - About , I should say.

- Yes, about . - And what happened then?

Well, I drove round a bend.

And suddenly, there he was

in the middle of the road, waving his arms.

- A complete madman. - I slammed on the brakes but...

..then there was this bump.

It was horrible, really horrible. I'm sorry.

It's all right. It's all right.

As you can see, Sonia is still in a bit of a state.

This shouldn't take very much longer.

Do you have the licence and insurance details?

Yes, of course.

Do you often drive the Bentley, Mrs Parkin?

Not really, no.

ANDREW: Normally, there is no need.

But Ashfordly is very generous with his measures.

One tries to be sensible.

SONG: 'I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself'

I was nowhere near the accident. How can I help?

Oh, just a couple of questions, Lord Ashfordly.

Mr and Mrs Parkin had been here for dinner, I believe.

Did you see them off at the end of the evening?

Yes, of course. I was the host, Constable.

You saw them get into their car?

What?

Did you see them get into the car?

I'm not sure.

As a matter of fact, I don't think I did.

I had other guests to attend to.

So, you didn't see who was driving the Bentley?

Sonia Parkin was driving, isn't that what she said?

Yes, that's what she says.

But you can't confirm it?

Well, if Mrs Parkin says she was driving,

constable, then I'm sure she was.

BERNIE: How many, David?

- Oh, two gallons, please. - Only two?

I can always come back.

I don't remember you registering, David.

Sorry, Mr Vernon, I was just looking.

It's not haberdashery, lad.

It costs to look in those, you know?

How much?

- Ten pounds. - What do you get for that?

If you're lucky, you get the girl of your dreams.

Ten pounds?

Only ten, and you'll get it straight back in rent.

What happens if I am not lucky? Do I get a refund?

Well, it never pays to look on the downside.

You pay money and you take a chance.

Not before he pays for his petrol.

VERNON: Oh, stop cramping the lad's style, Bernard.

He's fit, young, got his own teeth.

If he put his photo in there, the women would come running.

You mean somebody might pick me?

It's a two-way thing, David.

All part of the service.

Eric wants to see you as soon as you come in.

- Ashfordly has been on the blower. - Why? Have you upset him?

I didn't exactly accuse Mrs Parkin of lying.

But near enough?

- He's closed ranks. - Naturally.

Ah, Bradley!

- How was the laird? - Much the same as usual.

- RAYMOND: No joy there? - What did Mrs Parkin say?

There's nothing she could've done to avoid hitting Taylor.

Especially as she was sitting in the passenger seat.

Stick to facts, Bradley, not guesswork.

MICHAEL: What about the tyre marks?

- What about them? - mph on that road is reckless.

Could we secure a prosecution on that?

Perhaps not. But we should wait

for the injured man's statement before shutting up shop.

Talk to him, but I want this wrapped up as soon as possible.

Here are Mrs Parkin's licence and insurance details and statement.

I don't doubt your instincts, Bradley.

But be sure of yourself before tackling Andrew Parkin,

otherwise, his next victim could be you.

- Sarge. - Yes.

I don't think we'll be wrapping this up as quickly as you'd hoped.

- Why, what is it? - A fact.

Not guesswork.

Sonia Parkin wasn't insured to drive the Bentley.

Now, big wave. Big wave.

That's it. Big smile! CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Show your teeth. Yeah!

Right, Ted, let's have a big smile.

That's wonderful. I'll tell you what,

let's try one with the hat off.

Yeah.

Put the hat back on. We don't want an ugly one, do we?

Right!

Big smile. Big, beaming smile!

Oh, yes. Oh! What a great shot!

Got it!

Hiya.

GINA: Hiya.

- I called earlier. - Yeah, Oscar said.

Where did you go?

Just out.

Doing what?

Getting some fresh air.

Thinking.

What's wrong, Gina?

- Is it me? - No.

HE SIGHS

I hadn't planned to propose like that.

It was a mistake to put you on the spot in front of everybody.

HE WHISPERS I'm sorry.

I could always try again.

No!

Take you somewhere more romantic.

Tell you all the things I intended to say.

No, Phil.

You said all you needed to say.

And it was lovely.

But I shouldn't have said yeah.

Why not?

Why not, Gina?

SHE SIGHS

'Cause I don't want to marry you.

I thought you loved me.

- I thought we felt the same way. - Phil, I am so sorry.

You're the sweetest, most caring, most generous man I've ever met.

So, why?

'Cause I don't love you.

It'll come.

It will.

Trust me, Gina.

Phil, I can't.

It wouldn't work.

It's not what I want.

Phil.

Tell me I won't lose you as a friend.

It was a surprise to you?

ANDREW: A bolt out of the blue, sergeant.

I assumed that Sonia was a named driver on the policy.

I will have my broker see to it.

I'm afraid it's too late as far as we're concerned.

Not to mention the injured man.

Oh, rotten luck, I agree.

But it doesn't alter the fact he was wholly to blame.

You should probably know, sir,

driving without insurance is an absolute offence.

Meaning?

We have no alternate but to charge your wife.

I see.

And that would mean a court case, publicity, and so on?

No, sir, it is possible for your wife

to plead guilty by post.

The newshounds don't normally pick up on that.

We assume she will be pleading guilty.

There is not much choice, is there?

Not if she was driving, no.

- Hi. - JACKIE: Hi. You're late.

Sorry.

I've just been down the hospital

getting a statement off Colin Taylor.

- How is he? - Not great.

Especially after I told him Sonia wasn't insured to drive the car.

- What? - I know.

Andrew Parkin said it was an oversight.

Oh, no. What about Taylor's own insurance?

He's only covered for injury on his own land.

Well, then his only way is through a civil claim.

What would his chances be?

What, of compensation?

From what you've told me, not too rosy.

There were no independent witnesses,

no suggestion the car was faulty,

and Taylor's negligence was a major factor.

Craddock's told me to write the report,

then sweep it under the carpet.

Well, perhaps he's right.

- We can't. - We?

Well, as Craddock's put the block on me, I erm...

What?

Well, I... I told Taylor that you'd do what you could.

Look. The guy's had a rough time.

I couldn't leave him without hope.

Mr Vernon?

What's up now?

I'm stuck.

Why?

I have never done anything like this before.

I want to give... er... Wendy a good impression of me.

Well, I've given you the words. Just pick a few and bung them in.

Which ones, then?

HE SIGHS

Ambitious.

Women like a man who is going places.

Is that you?

I went to Scarborough once.

There you are, then. Are you planning on going again?

- No. - Ah, I see.

Sporty. Do you play anything?

Well, I'm second reserve for the pub dominoes team.

- Who is first reserve? - It's anyone else, really.

Yeah, right.

What's this one? Solvent.

Solvent, David.

Solvent.

For a lady,

that is the most romantic word you can use.

BELL DINGS

Cheers.

I suppose you're going to say I told you so.

What's wrong with me, Alf?

Nothing, Phil. Nothing at all.

It has more to do with Gina than you.

PHIL: How do you mean?

Well, for what it's worth,

I don't think she could bear the possibility of letting you down.

Especially after you'd resigned from the force.

But that was my choice.

Well, maybe.

But she'd still have it on her conscience as well.

I've loved Gina from the first time I saw her, you know.

Yes. That's a shame.

- You went well together. - Yeah.

"When I saw your photo,

"my heart skipped a beat.

"Your eyes and hair looked lovely.

"Just like my mam's."

You're saying she looks like your mother!

Well, that's a compliment.

- Not to Wendy, I'm sure! - You've never even seen my mam!

No! But I guarantee,

she's got a few more miles on her clock than your intended.

I think it's very important that she gets on with Mum.

And Alfred.

Jumping the g*n here a little bit, aren't we, lad?

Let's just get this into the post,

before we start playing happy families, eh?

My report on the RTA, Sarge.

Did Taylor shed any new light on the incident?

- No. But there is one development. - Go on.

Taylor's case has been taken up by a solicitor.

And she's put a private investigator on the case.

You wouldn't happen to live with this solicitor, would you?

Yes, Sarge,

but you also know the name of the PI.

Oscar Blaketon.

Isn't he busy enough counting bottles?

Apparently, he thinks it is a waste of his skills.

Oh, yes. If any information leaks out the station,

rest assured I'll pursue the mole with a will.

Yes, sergeant.

Tell that to anybody who fancies

cosying up to Blaketon for old times' sake.

Right, Sarge.

JIM: I've already given a statement to the police.

I realise that, Mr Cope.

I am here purely on behalf of the injured man.

I didn't see the accident. We arrived soon after.

- We? - Me and Susie, my daughter.

I'd gone to Ashfordly Hall to pick her up after work.

I see.

In fact, I saw Colin Taylor on my way there.

- I pulled up and had a word. - What about?

He told me to take care. 'cause some heifers had got out.

- What then? - Then I drove on to the hall.

I picked Susie up and drove back.

It weren't long before I came on the accident.

The two from the Bentley were bent over Colin Taylor.

The man shouted at me to get an ambulance.

That was it.

All right. Thanks.

Now look, do you think it's possible to have a word with your daughter?

She's not here.

I realise she works long hours at the hall.

Perhaps you could suggest a time?

HE SIGHS Well, she don't work there now.

I'm sorry?

- She was dismissed yesterday. - Really?

Lord Ashfordly said she'd been rude to a guest.

She's out looking for another job.

I see...

BOTH: Morning, David.

They all look in fine fettle, milord.

Morning, Blaketon. Yes, not bad.

What brings you out here?

OSCAR: I am after some information, sir.

I hadn't taken you for a racing man.

I'm afraid I'm not, sir, no.

I am making enquiries for solicitors acting for Colin Taylor.

I've said all about that to the police.

With respect, milord...

Respect, Blaketon, is precisely what is missing.

Respect for my privacy and the High Sheriff and his wife.

- I'm sorry, sir. - So you should be.

You've turned into what the Americans call an ambulance chaser.

- I'm sorry? - No more. I'm busy.

Charles has had a visit from a private investigator,

hired by Taylor's solicitor.

A man called Blaketon, an old sweat formerly with Ashfordly station.

Supposing he comes here?

He's not the police, Sonia.

We don't have to talk to him.

Charles suggests that I offer Taylor a small ex gratia payment.

To encourage him to keep Blaketon off.

How small?

£.

Any more might seem like an admission of guilt.

And we wouldn't want that now, would we?

- Supposing he doesn't accept? - That's his choice.

And the investigator continues to ask questions?

Let him.

He won't find out any more than the police.

He might learn something from the girl's father.

Like what?

He'll be hostile now she's lost her job.

Meaning?

- It was you who got her dismissed. - What?

I saw you eyeing her. So did everybody else.

Don't be ridiculous!

When you left the room on some pretext or other,

there were humiliating winks around the table.

The next thing, the girl comes back flustered and bothered.

I thought, "Oh, vintage Andrew at his best.

"What a sport."

- I gave you my word, Sonia. - You promised me.

And I've kept it.

I might have had too much to drink that night, I accept that.

That girl kicked me. And even in these godforsaken times,

that's a sackable offence.

- Cheers. - Susie, did you find another job?

Temporary, but at least I don't have toffs slobbering down my neck.

That's what Andrew Parkin did, is it?

He was drunk.

Horrible. So I kicked him.

Weren't her fault but she got the blame.

Toffs only allow their horses to kick them, Mr Cope.

He thought he could get away with anything. Will he go to jail?

- Who? - Parkin. For running that man down.

- OSCAR: No. - But he was drunk.

Maybe, but his wife claims she was driving the car.

Mrs Parkin was driving the Bentley?

That's what she told the police.

Then she is as bad as her husband.

I saw him driving that car out of Ashfordly Hall with me own eyes.

CAR DOOR SLAMS SHUT

Hello?

- Are you the proprietor? - That depends.

Is it welded bliss you're looking for or the wedded sort?

Oh. The latter. Hopefully.

Well, that's my brother's business and he's out.

Ah.

But if you care to wait, I'm sure he won't be long.

OSCAR SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY

Yes. It's over there.

Pretty little tea set. This matches your overalls.

- Shall I be mother? - BERNIE: Yes, please.

He'd been ill for some time.

Even so, it was a shock.

Of course.

He died two years ago.

And I am sure he would want me to find some companionship.

After all, I think I've got a good few years left in me yet.

I can see that.

Still, I am rather nervous about this sort of thing.

How long has your brother been running this service?

Quite recently from here.

But judging by the number of his clients,

he's been very active elsewhere.

Perhaps you would look at my details.

Tell me if I have missed anything.

Oh...

Nothing missing here. Nothing at all.

ANDREW: Of course, you might try your luck in the courts.

But, then again, you might be in need of funds now,

rather than wait for years and run the risk of getting nothing.

A bird in the hand, Mr Taylor.

Ah, Mr Taylor.

I'm Oscar Blaketon. Mrs Bradley asked me to look into your case.

Oh. I'm not sure I will be needing you, Mr Blaketon.

Mr Parkin here wants to settle the business.

- Settle it? How? - With a payment of £.

OSCAR: What have you said?

Nothing yet.

Take my advice and tell him where to stuff it.

Is Mrs Bradley prepared

to pay for running his farm till he gets on his feet?

- The offer is a con trick. - Answer the question.

He's right, Mr Blaketon.

I need the money now. Not sometime, never.

If you accept this offer,

you'll be sacrificing thousands of pounds in compensation.

It's up to you, Mr Taylor.

HE WHISPERS Trust me.

I'll stick with me solicitor.

I hope you won't be sorry.

HE EXHALES

I've never turned so much money down in my life.

Just relax. I've got a witness that saw him driving the car.

Not his wife.

And if Parkin was driving, he was insured.

And so were you.

- Nice lady. - Yeah, very.

CAR DRIVES AWAY

Do you think you'll be able to do anything for her?

Already done, our kid. She is meeting a fella tomorrow.

That's very sudden.

Yeah. These old ones like to get cracking, you know.

Who have you fixed her up with?

Him.

Ted Policott!

He's a terrible duffer, he's an out-and-out drunk!

Not according to his pen portrait.

Pen portraits be blowed.

He flogs his farm hands if things don't suit him.

And he starves his dogs before he sets fire to his gran!

Why do I get the feeling you don't like this fella?

You can't introduce her to him, Vernon.

Granted, he's taken more than his share of ugly pills,

but he has got land and livestock.

- Money isn't everything. - No.

But I got the impression it was more than an incidental consideration.

- Get her out first thing tomorrow. - Ah, Lord Ashfordly.

I promise I am only here to save you embarrassment.

- What do you mean? - Susie Cope.

She saw who was driving the Parkins' Bentley.

So?

If her evidence contradicts your statement to the police,

you could be helping to pervert the course of justice, sir.

If you had access to my statement, which clearly you haven't,

you'd find that I voice no opinion as to who was driving the car.

Why not, sir? Susie Cope saw you wave them off.

Did she, now?

You knew that. You also knew that Andrew Parkin had molested her.

Nonsense.

She became an embarrassment to you and the Parkins,

that's why you got rid of her. - I am sorry to disappoint you,

Blaketon, but Susie Cope was dismissed

for no such fanciful reason.

I sacked her because I discovered

that when she applied for the job here,

she gave me a completely bogus reference.

So you go ahead. Stick her on the stand.

She is your embarrassment now.

I was only .

Dad decided I had to go away to have the baby,

and come back as if nothing had happened.

That makes a gap of six months to be explained

in your job application. - Yeah.

I knew a bit about the Hendersons from a girl who had worked for them.

Just my luck Slobberchops Parkin was a regular visitor there.

JACKIE: You persuaded him to turn down £?

Without a word to me?

Well, I had to react quickly.

This isn't the police force, Oscar.

Solicitors don't do anything quickly.

And with good reason, it costs if we get it wrong.

Well, we can still use Susie Cope's evidence, can't we?

Are you serious?

After her confrontation with Andrew Parkin,

she would be considered a hostile witness.

Besides which, a forged job reference

shows her to be a proven liar.

Oh. So, what do I do now?

Now, you eat humble pie.

Oh. Mr Blaketon, terribly sorry my husband has kept you waiting.

Do you...

OSCAR: Thank you.

Ah, Mr Parkin, good of you to see me at such short notice.

Andrew, should I stay?

Yes. I don't think this will take long.

Hopefully not, sir.

Erm... The fact is, we've reconsidered the merits

of your offer to Mr Taylor.

- Really? - Yes.

And in view of the state of his finances

we've decided to recommend it.

Andrew! We're delighted, aren't we?

Is there a particular reason for your change of mind?

Not really, no, sir.

Just that you haven't a leg to stand on?

Well, I wouldn't go as far as...

- Goodbye, Mr Blaketon. - Andrew!

I've changed my mind.

SHE SIGHS

Andrew, that poor man has no money.

I made an offer in all good faith.

And thanks to this gentleman, it's been thrown back in my face.

- That isn't a good enough reason. - Goodbye, Mr Blaketon.

KNOCK ON DOOR Come in.

- Sarge. - Yes, Ventress?

Erm...

Can I have a word about Phil Bellamy?

What about him?

Well, I don't know whether you've heard.

But Gina Ward has turned down his proposal.

Really?

It means the reason for his leaving no longer applies.

- Does he want to come back? - He hasn't said as much to me.

But this job he's got as a double-glazing salesman.

I think he's wasting his time.

Folks 'round here are only just used to single-glazing!

- COLIN: Any news? - Yes.

Good or bad?

We've lost our witness, I'm afraid.

What do you mean "lost"?

Her evidence is too open to doubt. We can't put her on the stand.

We'd best get back to Parkin then, and accept his offer.

I've tried that.

Lord Ashfordly must have told him our witness had bitten the dust.

He's changed his mind?

HE CLICKS TONGUE

I'm sorry, Mr Taylor.

- How many, Oscar? - Six and two sh*ts, please, Bernie.

Hey, what's all this about?

Vernon's new venture.

Oh, aye? In my state, I think I'll put my name down.

I hear you're working on a new line, or is it like the old one?

If it is, I am rusty.

Mind you it didn't help taking on two heavyweights,

Lord Ashfordly and Andrew Parkin.

Never laid a glove on either.

Slippery, that Parkin, High Sheriff or not.

I can't argue with that, Bernie.

There's a hairdresser in Whitby.

Brings her car in here for repair.

Always tells me to send the bill to Parkin's company.

- Really? What for? - Payment.

That's interesting.

HE SIGHS

- See you later. Bye. - Bye.

- Hello. - Oh, hello, Mr Scripps.

How are you?

Fine, thanks. Do you have a moment?

I'll just...

- BERNIE: I'm not here by chance. - You're not?

I looked through Vernon's files.

Is this to do with the gentleman I'm going to visit?

Yes. I'm sorry.

I'm afraid Ted Policott is no gentleman.

I see.

My brother has matched you up with a right bad lot.

Surely not.

I couldn't stand by and watch you walk through those gates.

That's very sweet of you, Mr Scripps.

- Bernard. - Thanks, Bernard.

But you really shouldn't have worried.

But you don't know him.

Ted is a loud-mouthed, bad-tempered alcoholic.

And quite well off, I hear.

- Well... - And I'm not.

Whatever money my husband left me is gone.

I'm flat broke, Bernard. HE MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY

I'm touched that you've come to my rescue.

But I've come with my eyes open.

You see, Bernard, Mr Policott may be a confirmed drunk.

But he'll pretty soon find out that I'm an inveterate gambler.

I must go now.

Bye.

INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION

HE SNORES

URGENT KNOCKING HE GASPS

- I'm looking for David Stockwell. - Not here, pal.

- Who are you? - Who wants to know?

The name's Bo. Folk call me Big Bo.

Well, my name is Vernon.

And folk call only when invited.

HE GASPS

What do you want him for?

He's been writing slush to my Wendy.

- Wendy? - My wife.

Ah. The fact is, he's gone away. For good, I think.

BO: Without the mutt?

- The what? - The dog, cloth ears.

He says the only thing missing from the photo is my Wendy.

- Oh. - Where is he?

Out. I don't know where.

I'll wait.

Look, I don't think he meant to cause any trouble.

You'll see from the photo,

he is just a simple country lad.

He knows some big words for a simple country lad.

Happen he had a mate helping him.

- Are you a mate? - Me? No! I'm just a lodger.

So, how long have you and Wendy been wed, then?

- Eight years. - Eight? Doesn't time fly?

- Eight years and three kids. - Fancy!

Eight years, three kids, a few ups and downs, but this is new low.

Yes, well...

I'm sure David got hold of some duff information.

Just a bit of a mistake.

Aye. I'm here to make sure he don't make any more.

FLOORBOARDS CREAK What's that?

- What? - That noise upstairs.

I didn't hear anything.

He shouldn't be long.

I am afraid you won't persuade him to change his mind.

I've already tried.

It's you I came to see, Mrs Parkin.

SHE SIGHS

My husband said I shouldn't talk to anybody if he isn't here.

You'll be on your own when you're in court,

charged with driving without insurance.

- I'm pleading guilty by letter. - You'll still be under oath.

The girl that was serving table that night,

did you know that she saw who was driving the Bentley?

I think you'd better go.

If you're ever discovered to be lying

to save your husband from prosecution,

the penalty will be severe.

I am aware of that.

I am talking prison, Mrs Parkin.

I know. But I'm not lying, am I?

And who would believe a girl before a lady like you?

Hmm?

David, I'm glad I caught you.

You weren't thinking of going home, were you?

- Yeah. - Don't.

- Why not? - There is someone waiting for you.

- Who? - Big Bo.

- Do I know him? - No, but he knows you.

You sent a letter and a photo of yourself to his missus!

HE STUTTERS

I'll give you a cheque.

OSCAR: I'd prefer the truth, Mrs Parkin.

What the deuce are you doing here? I told you not to let him in!

What are you doing?

- Writing out a cheque to Mr Taylor. - Put it away.

How dare you extort money behind my back?

- He didn't. - Shut up!

- I want you out now. - SONIA: Sorry, Mr Blaketon.

So am I, Mrs Parkin. You don't deserve this.

Why would a woman like you risk her reputation

for a man who betrays her so publicly?

What did you say?

I am aware of my husband's indiscretions, Mr Blaketon?

- They're in the past. - Is that what he tells you?

Get out or I'll call the police.

Ask him about the hairdressing salon in Whitby.

That'll do, Blaketon.

Ask him why he pays the lady's rates bill.

- Andrew? - All right, I'm calling the police.

Don't worry. I'm going.

Grab something.

What are you going to do, tickle his U-bend?

What was his name again?

- Big Bo. - Bo?

It's what he shouts when he creeps up behind you.

- Do you want to go first? - What do you think?

VERNON SIGHS What was in those?

Elderflower wine.

It's my mam's.

Oh, wonderful.

Big, angry and now crazed.

- DAVID: Where are you going? - Upstairs.

If I am not back in five minutes, send for reinforcements.

BO SNORES

HE SNIFFS

FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS Quick!

VERNON SIGHS He's upstairs.

Out cold. Sleeping it off in your bed.

- Good. - Good, but not that good.

- How's that? - He's been sick in it.

KNOCK ON DOOR

- Could I have a word? - Yes, please, do come in.

How can I help?

The statement I made to you about the accident.

I lied, Constable.

I want to put the record straight.

Well, you'd... you'd better take a seat.

Thank you.

KNOCK ON DOOR

RAYMOND: Yes, Bradley.

Sonia Parkin has changed her statement

about her husband in the driver's seat.

Which leaves him facing a charge of making a false statement.

Good news for Taylor.

True. Not exactly the High Sheriff's finest hour.

No, Sarge.

There's someone here to see you if you've got a moment.

Come in, Bellamy.

Sarge.

Sit down.

Thanks.

- How is civilian life treating you? - So-so.

And the job?

A bit uphill, to be honest.

People here seem to think

double-glazing is paying twice for the same view.

I see.

I suppose you've heard about my personal disappointment?

I have. I'm sorry.

I wondered if, by chance, you hadn't processed my resignation.

Do you think I'm that inefficient?

No.

- Of course not. - Good.

However, in this case, you happen to be right.

I take it you'd like to change something?

Yes, Sarge. I'd like to change my mind.