15x21 - Wine And Roses

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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: 'Sunshine of Your Love' by Cream

LAUGHTER AND SQUEALS

- Odd behaviour, how do you mean? - Funny moods.

Nice as pie one minute and then tetchy, grumpy the next.

It's almost as if... I dunno.

It's almost as if she's trying to hide something from me.

She has had to bring up three kids on her own, Phil.

- I mean, that can't have been easy. - She's not on her own now, is she?

We should share our problems.

Of course.

Look, I'm going to have to get back to work.

Hi. Remember me?

- My name's Jack. - Don't be daft.

We were just having a chat. He's got a few things on his mind.

He's not got much of a mind to have anything on, has he?

It's just a joke, Oscar. Just a joke.

I should hope so.

Oh! Get off of me. Get off!

Get off!

Aaaagh!

Hello, love. How was the pub?

- A bit quiet. Have you been out? - Of course not.

Well, it's just that your mac's dripping wet.

Oh, no. I just popped out to post a letter to my sister.

Hey, darling, what have you done with your cheek?

Oh, it's nothing. Our Peter scratched us

when I gave him a goodnight hug.

I must cut his nails.

BARKS

Thanks. I'll be there as soon as I can.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, surgery?

Helen, it's Rob. I didn't wake you, did I?

No. No, not at all.

I'm glad you called, actually.

I think it's time we talked things over, don't you?

Er, yeah. Yeah, good idea.

But it's actually police business I'm calling on.

Oh, I see.

A body in the river near Low End Bridge.

Er, well, I'll be right over.

Male, late forties.

Patient of mine. Ronald Headley.

Drowned presumably?

It seems so. We'll have to wait for the pathologist

to confirm the exact cause of death.

- Married? - Separated, I believe.

- What line of work was he in? - Unemployed.

Not long been released from prison.

He suffered from depression and had a serious drink problem.

Thank you, doctor.

Nothing much. Soggy ten bob note, a couple of family photos.

Got drunk and fell in, most likely.

I'm sorry about the misunderstanding, on the phone.

No. No, no. Not at all. I think you're right.

It's about time we had a chat.

Shut that flaming dog up, for goodness sake.

What is it, girl? BARKS

Aunt Peggy?

What's she barking at?

Flippin' heck.

Morning, love. Breakfast?

Er, no, thanks. I'm not that hungry.

Hey, er, how's our Peter doing? Is he feeling better today?

Perking up. He does hate that medicine though.

- Mug of tea before you go? - No, you're all right.

Your mum seems in a good mood.

You never know where you are with her.

Up one minute, down the next.

Yes, yes, all right. We'll try and get someone over there.

"Make it sharpish. I want 'em gone."

Peggy Armstrong. Claims she's got some squatters.

They must be mad if they want to squat with her.

"I 'eard that."

Your taxi, sir. Serviced and ready for business.

- What's all this? - It's an outrage.

That's what it is.

Squatting on my land.

David's land, you mean!

What the flamin' hell's going on 'ere?

Hey, cool it, man. You're giving out bad karma.

I'll give you more than bad what's it, matey.

This is private land.

Look, man, the air, the sea, the land should belong to everyone.

We share. You share. It's cool.

Well, what have you lot got to share?

Share life and the world can make beautiful music, man.

You'd better get over there

and see what that Armstrong woman's on about.

Right, Sergeant.

The man in the river is a Ronald Headley.

Disgraced ex-manager of the Northern Provincial Bank, Ashfordly.

He's just done five years for theft.

He embezzled the bank of over £,.

He caused quite a scandal.

He protested his innocence. It ruined his life.

Separated from his wife. So we'll have to find her as next of kin.

Also, he was staying in lodgings.

You'd better let them know as well.

♪ Well, I came upon a child of God

♪ He was walking along the road ♪

You've a right tribe here, ain't you?

I think they're quite nice. Aunt Peggy's not so happy, though.

Oh, and that Zak. Oh, he's dead dishy.

He reckons something called the ley lines here have positive energy.

Yes, well, they can't stay without permission. It's trespass.

Ah, morning, Mrs Armstrong.

I gather you'd like police help with this matter.

No, you can shove off.

Everything's cool now, eh, Zak?

- You requested us to attend. - Yeah, well, I've changed my mind.

Go and attend to some traffic reports.

Hey, that's quite funny, man.

It's not funny. Cycling all the way out here.

Tough. They can stay here as long as they like.

So, on your bike, copper.

We don't need the fuzz.

Er, sorry to interrupt, Sarge.

Had a call from the pathologist.

It seems that Mr Headley's death

might not have been a straightforward drowning.

He had a heavy blow to the temple

before entering the water.

He owed me back rent.

Still found money for his whisky, though.

What was he like?

Bit of an odd one, really.

In and out all hours.

Sneaking about wi' a camera.

Bashing away on that typewriter in the middle of the night.

Other times, he'd just lie on his bed, getting drunk.

Bit pathetic really.

No joy. His wife left the last address a couple of years ago.

His landlady's not full of joy either.

He d*ed owing her rent.

"Control to Delta Alpha two four."

Delta Alpha two four to control, go ahead, Alf.

"Sergeant Miller wants you and PC Bellamy

to meet him at the riverbank where the body was found ASAP."

The pathologist isn't sure how the injury occurred.

He could have struck his head on something

prior to falling in, I suppose.

- Or somebody could have struck him. - Exactly.

He'd also consumed a considerable amount of alcohol.

He could have gone in near that bridge down there.

RADIO: ♪ Stopped into a church

♪ I passed along the way

♪ Well, I got down on my knees

♪ And I pretend to pray

♪ You know the preacher liked the cold

♪ He knows I'm gonna stay

♪ California's dreamin'

♪ On such a winter's day ♪

MILLER: Given that he was drunk,

he could have hit his head on t'bridge, I suppose.

Sarge?

Yeah, another one.

- Off his jacket? - More like a raincoat or overcoat.

Lighter.

Pretty common sort.

Inscribed with initials, though.

- BB. - Can I have a look at that, Sarge?

Do you recognise it?

No.

BB? Ronald Headley.

Well, he could have nicked it.

Better get these bottles bagged up as well. Check them for prints.

Ten bob?

SIGHS

That's daylight robbery.

That's cheaper than I thought.

At this short notice.

What do we need a market stall for anyway?

Now, why do you think?

To sell things.

Oh, right.

What things?

Bellamy, you stay here.

Talk to passers-by, neighbours.

See if anybody heard anything last night.

I'll send Younger along as well.

- Right, Sarge. - Walker, go to Headley's old bank.

See if you can find anyone who might help us trace his estranged wife.

Sarge.

Zak's great.

They're a really nice crowd, Bernie.

Hey, we could service the camper vans.

Oh, aye. What are they going to pay us with? Peace and love.

I want nowt to do with it.

I don't know what David and Peggy are thinking about

letting a load of hippies doss out there.

Hippies? Did you say hippies?

- That's right, Mrs Jowett. - Councillor Jowett.

Yeah, sorry.

There's a whole bunch of them camping out at Peggy Armstrong's.

- Right eyesore, I'm told. - They're not harming anyone.

I'm on the council amenities committee.

We've had no formal application from Mrs Armstrong for a campsite.

Really? I am surprised.

This will need investigation.

We think a man was assaulted.

He was found dead in the river.

Near where he went in, we found a raincoat button

and a cigarette lighter with the initials BB.

It looked like the lighter I've seen you use.

Last night, your coat was wet and your face was scratched.

What's going on?

What's going on is you're losing your marbles.

I know nothing about dead men in rivers.

- Where were you last night? - I was here.

I left the house for seconds to post a letter.

For goodness sake, Phil, this is ridiculous.

Let's just get this straight. Were you by the river last night or not?

No, love.

'Course not.

There are thousands of them lighters.

Lots of people engrave initials. BB is not unusual.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah.

I 'spose so.

It's just...

I'm a bit concerned. That's all.

I'm sorry.

Look, I'm still on duty. I'd better get back.

I'll see you later, yeah?

Oh, God, he can't be dead.

How awful. I didn't even realise he was out of prison.

And you worked here when he was the manager?

Yes. Everyone was really shocked by what he did.

He had always seemed such an honest man.

Did you know his wife?

As assistant manager, I met her occasionally at social functions.

We need to get in touch with her as his next of kin.

I can't help you there I'm afraid.

After the trial, she moved out of the area.

Well, thank you for your help.

I thought I recognised her. It's not a family photo.

She's the assistant manager at his old bank.

Bit odd though, isn't it?

Carrying around a photo of a former colleague.

Well, perhaps they were friends.

Or even lovers. Who knows?

Have a discreet word with her again tomorrow.

See if she's got any idea why her photograph would be in his wallet.

Sarge.

Bottoms up!

And good vibrations.

Peggy Armstrong buying drinks for those hippy squatters.

What's she up to, Bernie?

It can't be any good whatever it is.

Hi. Gina about?

She's upstairs getting changed.

We're off to the pictures.

- Any minute now. - Right, I just wanted a word.

Perhaps another time.

Yeah. All right. Sure.

Good. You made it.

- Shall we go inside? - Yeah.

- Good to see you. - Yeah, you, too.

- So... - So?

As I understand it,

you wanted to split up because you felt

our values are totally different.

I'm sorry. I didn't really mean it.

It's been such an emotional time seeing my father like that.

I don't know how I feel.

Still a bit uncertain.

You mean, you used to be indecisive, but you're not sure now?

Oh, no thank you. Not just at the moment.

Oh, thank you.

That was very nice.

Er... my name's David.

- What's your name? - I'm Apple Blossom.

She likes you, man. Wants you to play.

Oh!

- Good evening. - 'Ey up.

'Ere comes trouble.

I assume you're responsible for this disorderly gathering, Mrs Armstrong?

- Hello, Mrs Jowett. - Councillor Jowett.

This encampment contravenes local bylaws.

- You don't say. - You're also potentially infringing

the Town and Country Plannings Act.

The Caravan Sites Act and, without adequate toilet facilities,

no doubt the Public Health Act.

Whoa! That's a lot of acts, man.

Yeah, go away. You're giving out bad vibes.

I shall be giving out summonses as well.

This lunacy is going to be brought to a swift end.

So, put that in your pipe and smoke it.

I eventually managed to trace his wife. She lives in Bournemouth.

So, she's making arrangements

to come up and formally identify the body.

Sad business.

Yeah, I'm still wondering why he had a photo of Cheryl Cooper on him.

I can see why Debbie Bellamy finds it a strain

being married to a policeman.

Does she? There's nothing wrong with Phil. He's great with her kids.

He's like you. Always on duty.

It's always my job that gets in the way for us, isn't it?

No. Actually, I quite like the way you keep chewing over a case.

Like a dog with a bone.

A handsome pedigree dog, I hope?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Damn!

I ought to be going anyway.

Sorry to call on you so late, Walker.

Ah, Dr Trent.

Night, Sergeant. I was just leaving. Goodnight.

I hope I didn't interrupt anything.

The Headley case. There's been a puzzling development.

Oh?

PC Younger took two statements from separate witnesses,

who claim they saw a woman hurrying away from the riverbank last night.

One was a vague description

of a woman wearing an overcoat and headscarf.

The other was more precise.

She said she saw blood on her cheek and she recognised the face.

It was somebody she knew,

called Debbie Black,

now Bellamy.

Phil told me he was at the Aidensfield Arms last night.

Did he say anything about his wife?

The witness seemed pretty positive about this,

so I'm going to have to take it further.

I just thought I'd better check with you to see if you knew any more.

No, Sarge. But even if it was Debbie by the river,

it doesn't mean she had anything to do with Headley's death.

No. No, of course not.

But she must have heard about it by now.

It seems odd she hasn't mentioned being there to anyone.

It was dark. Wet. The witness might have got it wrong, Sarge.

According to PC Younger,

the witness was pretty certain it was your wife.

She's not mentioned anything to you?

No.

Well, if she was down by the river, she may be able to help us.

Will you allow me to talk to her about it, then, Sarge?

No, I will not.

I'll speak to her.

As of now, you can have nothing more to do with this investigation.

These were in his wallet?

This is really frightening.

I had no idea I was being photographed.

He must have been following me about,

secretly taking pictures of me.

It sends shivers up my spine.

I thought all that was over.

All what?

He had a crush on me.

I hated ever being alone with him.

He was my boss and I was always having to fend him off.

It was even worse when he'd been drinking.

Any social event, you know, Christmas, office parties.

Oh, he was difficult to handle when he was drunk.

Debbie...

Miller wants to talk to you.

This is serious.

One of the...

One of the mothers from school said she saw you by the river

the night before last.

- She's lying. - Why would she lie?

Oh, that's right. Believe a complete stranger rather than your own wife.

What's this?

How long have you been smoking and drinking behind my back?

It's none of your business.

It is my business if you were drinking by the towpath that night.

- Were you? - Stop it!

All these questions, you're making me nervous.

Debbie.

What went on that night?

Get your exotic fabrics.

Potions from the Orient.

And the instruments that inspired the Beatles.

Shush, shush.

David.

No more.

Oh. Oh, yes, madam.

Now, that would really suit you.

I just had to get out of the house, so I went for a walk.

To where a man d*ed in suspicious circumstances.

Stop treating me like a criminal.

I'm not someone you've got banged up in the cells.

Debbie...

I need to know. Did you see Ron Headley that night?

Middle-aged man. Scruffy clothes.

Unshaven.

No.

No, I didn't.

It was your lighter we found, though, near where he fell.

I dropped it on the footpath. He must have picked it up.

I never saw anyone. I never saw this man.

Debbie, this is really important.

You have lied to me before.

Is this the absolute truth?

Yes.

I saw nothing. I saw no-one.

Right.

Then we need to tell Sergeant Miller that.

KNOCKS SHARPLY

If it's not too much trouble?

Good morning, Mrs Jowett.

Councillor Jowett.

Where's the sergeant?

I'm afraid he's busy at the moment, madam.

Can I be of assistance?

I want a policeman, not a cadet.

I'm a policeman.

Fully qualified.

Then they've obviously lowered the standards.

Ah, Sergeant Miller.

Good morning, Mrs Jowett.

Councillor Jowett.

In my capacity as such, I have to make an official visit

to Mrs Armstrong's illegal hippy encampment.

And...?

There could be trouble.

Then I'll get PC Younger to accompany you.

Will that be all, Councillor?

If he's the best you can manage, I suppose it is, yes.

I'll see you in my office, Mrs Bellamy.

And you, Walker.

So you were by the river, but you didn't see Mr Headley

or anyone else, is that right?

Yes.

Then can you please explain to me

what you were doing there at that time of night?

Phil was out late and...

Peter's not been well.

I felt trapped. Just had to get out of the house.

But I'm sure I never saw anyone.

And there's nothing else you can tell us

that may further our inquiry?

No.

Well, if you do remember anything, please speak to me.

And not your husband.

Show Mrs Bellamy out, Walker.

Not a bad morning's work, eh, David?

You shouldn't have sold Apple Blossom's flute.

I mean, she'd only lent that to me.

Oh, stop going on.

Are you going to give her the money for it?

Will I heck as like! It's the money I earn on the stall that...

instead of them paying rent for staying here...

What's going on here?

All right. What is going on?

The council have received complaints about this campsite.

And who's complained?

That's confidential!

All right, Madam Confidential.

I think we all know who's been doing the complaining.

Steady on, Mrs Armstrong.

Oh, that's right, you take her side.

The fuzz are all the same.

Establishment lackeys.

This site is unlicensed.

I'm issuing you with a council enforcement order.

These people, their goods and chattels,

must be off this land within hours.

Hello, Phil.

Helen.

Look, I'm still on duty, so I shouldn't really be here, but...

I needed to see you.

Oh?

I think that...

I think that Debbie has a drink problem.

Really?

She's been hiding vodka all around the house and, er...

Well, I was wondering if she confided in you?

I can't discuss her with you as a patient, Phil.

But I have noticed she's been unhappy lately.

Well... erm...

Peter's nearly better now, but...

Maybe you could pop round to the house and...

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

No, we'll just ignore it.

The fuzz can get heavy when it comes to evictions, man.

Look, you're on private land. You've done nothing wrong.

I don't dig being hassled, man.

It's time we split.

Hey, hang on a minute.

Notwithstanding, ipso facto, blah, blah, blah.

Statutory right of appeal, blah, blah, blah.

"This order will be suspended."

We'll appeal.

It could take months.

Peter seems much better.

But how are you, Debbie?

All right.

Listen, Debbie.

I'm going to be straight with you.

Phil asked me to call.

He's worried about your drinking.

I don't believe it.

Telling tales behind my back.

But he's your husband, he's concerned.

About my drinking?

That's rich. He's always in the pub, supping pints.

I'm supposed to sit at home, drinking tea, am I?

- Listen, Debbie... - No.

If you've finished dealing with our Peter, you can go.

I've seen all the empty wine bottles by your dustbin,

I'll not have you lecturing me about drinking.

I wasn't trying to judge you.

If you want to talk, you know where I am.

- There you go. - Thanks, Jack.

The more signatures I get,

the more the council will have to take my appeal seriously.

I don't know what you want all those scruffy hippies

on your land for anyhow.

Oh, don't be such an old misery, Bernie.

What would you do, Oscar?

Make them all have short back and sides and join the army?

No, you'd be wrong there, Jack.

If they're doing no harm, I say live and let live.

- Gina... - Good on you.

Can I have a word?

Yeah.

Don't forget, the restaurant's booked for eight, love.

I know.

She's lied to me about the drinking, but there's other things as well.

Like what?

You know that man who drowned?

I think she might have met him that night.

Well, have you asked her?

She denies it, of course, but I reckon she might have.

All sorts of things are going through my head.

She might be having an affair with him.

Oh, come on, Phil, don't be daft.

They might have rowed. She might have caused his death.

Phil, she says she didn't see him.

If it's worrying you that much, why don't you ask her again?

Yeah?

Night, Phil.

Do you mind if we forget the restaurant tonight, love?

I'm not really in the mood now.

Thanks a lot, PC Bellamy.

Oh, give him a break. He's got quite a few problems at the moment.

And doesn't he share them around.

Why be miserable alone when you can make Gina miserable as well?

Hey, come on, Jack. Steady on.

Well, he does. He brings her nothing but doom and gloom.

Phil Bellamy happens to be a friend of mine,

so you can stop this right now. Have you got that?

Where's Jack gone?

He's gone home.

Yeah, behaving like a spoilt child.

All he seems to think about is himself.

Oh, shut up, Oscar. You've never liked him, have you?

Drinking yourself stupid's not going to help anything.

- I'll do what I want. - Did you see Headley that night?

- No, and I told Sergeant Miller. - Yes, I know what you told Miller.

- Now I want the truth. - It is the truth.

Your face was cut. Your lighter was found.

You were with him.

No.

You're lying.

The vodka bottle we found on that bridge

will have your prints on it.

And so will the lighter. Now tell me what happened!

All right, I saw him!

He att*cked me. He tried to grab my vodka, so I swung the bottle at him!

- You hit him with the bottle? - He att*cked me!

It was self-defence!

Oh, my God.

You k*lled him.

Is this a bad time?

I thought we might pick up on last night's conversation.

Sure. Come in.

I was having a drink and... and a ciggie.

I didn't spot him under the bridge.

And suddenly he was there.

He was desperate for a drink.

He tried to grab mine, but I lashed out at him.

I heard him yell in pain.

It's a fine line between regular social drinking

and the crossover to alcoholism.

You think she's an alcoholic?

She shows some of the signs.

Mood swings, drinking alone. Hiding the evidence.

- Poor old Phil. - There you go again.

All coppers together.

What about poor Debbie?

Yeah. Yeah, sorry. Poor old Debbie.

You hit him with the bottle.

Where? On his head? His temple?

I don't know.

I swung it at him.

The bottle slipped and fell and I ran.

Did you hear him fall in the river?

It was windy and raining.

I didn't look back, I just kept running.

It's all right.

Hey. It's all right.

We'll, er...

We'll go in tomorrow

and we'll tell Miller what happened.

No, don't tell anyone.

Debbie, you can't ask me to cover this up.

I'm your wife.

You might have k*lled someone.

But... my going to prison's not going to bring him back, is it?

What about the kids? What'll happen to them if I get locked up?

I'll stop drinking, I promise.

I'll do anything.

Please!

I have to do what's right.

Betray your whole family, that's what's right, is it?

Maybe I can get a bit wrapped up in the job.

But... it doesn't mean we can't work things out.

You think so?

I know we've both made mistakes.

So... maybe we should just be friends.

Yeah.

Close friends.

How close were you thinking of?

Somewhere here would be good.

Maybe just a touch closer.

Right, David. Come on, then.

I'm appealing against having peace-loving hippies

turfed off my land.

- I'm appealing. - Not to me, you're not!

So, what are you putting first?

Your wife or the job?

Are you going to call Miller?

Or should I?

(DIALS)

Mrs Headley's arrived at the morgue to identify the body.

She'll need the wallet and things.

Younger, take Mrs Bellamy into the interview room, would you?

This way.

You're excused duty today, Bellamy.

You'll be kept informed of all developments.

Sarge.

Alf, see if you can find

a good solicitor for Mrs Bellamy, would you?

Must have been a bit of an ordeal, the identification, Mrs Headley?

Sad to see him come to that.

He was always such a smartly turned out man.

I spoke to the assistant manager at the bank.

Oh, that devious bitch.

Ron was always convinced that she was the one

who really embezzled the bank's money.

Oh?

Well, she used to give him documents for signature.

Ron was very trusting of his staff.

Signed without checking.

And it was that signature on a funds transfer

that made him look guilty of embezzlement.

Oh, Ron was certain it was her who was siphoning the bank's money.

We went through your husband's wallet

and found these photographs of Mrs Cooper.

She says he took them because he was obsessed by her.

Oh, that's utter rubbish!

He probably took them to show the kind of car she's now driving.

And the sort of house she now lives in.

Well, she used to drive an old banger and live in a terraced house.

Well, he was probably trying to get evidence to show

that she had the money and not him.

So you lashed out at him with a vodka bottle?

I was terrified.

And the bottle connected?

You actually hit him with it?

I think so.

Now, this is very important.

Are you saying that you hit Mr Headley across the head

with the vodka bottle, yes or no?

Yes.

Yes, I suppose I did.

The pathologist's report indicates he received a blow to the head

which left him unconscious, prior to his death by drowning.

You're admitting that you delivered such a blow

and that you fled the scene, leaving Mr Headley to his fate.

I was terrified.

I just ran.

Mrs Headley would like to go through her husband's things, OK?

If he was gathering evidence on Mrs Cooper, we may find it here.

No, just socks and things.

Oh, lots of figures.

A money trail.

In between drinking bouts, he was obviously trying to clear his name.

Oh.

It's awful.

He d*ed alone while she was swanning around in new cars,

smart coats.

Hold on a minute.

- Where's Sarge? - Interviewing Debbie Bellamy.

I need an evidence bag from his office.

Hold on, Rob, you can't do that!

Those witnesses who saw a woman by the river that night,

I think they saw two different women.

Developments? I'm not quite sure I follow.

We've found witnesses who saw people by the river

around the time of Mr Headley's death.

Well, I don't really see what that's got to do with me.

One witness reported seeing a woman that night,

wearing an overcoat and a headscarf.

Was that woman you?

Me?

Of course not.

You seem to have a button missing.

This was found under the bridge,

where Mr Headley probably fell into the river.

It matches your coat.

You didn't mention to me that you'd been by the river bank that night.

Mr Headley was investigating various money trails.

The purchase of cars. A house.

I'm sure an accountant would find this very interesting.

Does this mean I'll go to prison?

That's a distinct possibility, yes.

Do you wish to make a formal statement regarding the incident

involving you and Mr Headley on the night of his death?

Yes.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry to interrupt, Sarge. PC Walker would like an urgent word.

I met him by the bridge.

He'd been in touch, with a lot of nonsensical allegations

about the embezzlement.

He was drunk. Called me names.

He grabbed at my coat,

which is how I lost the button.

Go on.

I pushed him.

He hit his head on the wall.

I didn't realise he was seriously hurt.

I just left.

It was an accident.

If his allegations were a load of nonsense,

why would you go out and meet him in such a place on a night like that?

You went because you feared that he'd started to unravel the truth,

didn't you?

And that fear would have given you a strong enough motive

for wishing him ill, wouldn't it? - Mrs Cooper...

Far from accepting this as an accident,

I think this investigation has only just begun.

It appears you've been granted the right to appeal.

Did you hear that, David? We can appeal.

It will only delay the inevitable.

CAR HORN

Oh!

It looks as if they've taken my advice.

They're moving anyway.

It's all right, Zak. They're not chucking you off yet.

I can feel bad vibes here now, man. It's tainted.

But you promised to give me all that stuff to sell on the market.

There's money to be made.

Yeah, man. But it's only money.

It's only money?

You're talking to a Yorkshire woman here.

DOOR OPENS

I'm sorry you had to go through that, Debbie.

It wasn't me that k*lled him.

I know.

Alf called.

If you carry on drinking like that, though...

it could k*ll you.

How did I end up under a bridge, drinking like some old wino?

I've talked to Helen and...

she's arranging for me to go into some special unit.

I need your help, too, though.

You're my wife.

We share things.

We'll go through this together.

Aha. Three nights running.

People will start to talk.

You were the one who insisted I came over tonight.

Oh, yeah?

Carry on like this, it could become a habit.

That wouldn't be so bad, would it?

Not at all.

Can I ask you a question?

Of course you can.

How about we make the habit more permanent?

What are you saying?

Helen...

will you marry me?