16x09 - Hearts And Flowers

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

What is a flower and what is a vegetable?

We need to establish that first of all.

Joyce, I think you're missing the point.

Excuse me, Oscar, but I don't think I am,

since what you're proposing is a flower show focused on vegetables!

People round here have always grown more vegetables than flowers

and they expect the flower show to reflect that.

That might have been true years ago

when we were digging for victory, but we have to move with the times.

People aren't going to be happy.

Sally and I visited the Chelsea Flower Show this year.

The profusion of colour!

Well, it was just breathtaking, wasn't it, Sally?

It's certainly a lovely day out.

Now you think you'll recreate the Chelsea Flower Show in Aidensfield?

I think Oscar's got a point.

A lot of local people are very keen on their veg.

So, yet again, the highlight of the show is going to be,

who's got the biggest marrow?

Or the largest cucumber! That's what the people want.

They only want it because that's what they know.

Surely it's our job to open up new vistas,

to show them something new and exciting!

Who's going to grow all these extra ruddy flowers

and lay out the fancy displays? You and your sister, I suppose?

Here we go. I made some nice sandwiches.

Thought maybe we could all do with a nice little break, eh?

- Good idea. - GINA: There we go.

GINA GIGGLES

- So that's it, then? It's all over? - Yeah.

- How did Frank take it? - Ah...

I think he'd already guessed.

Long-distance relationships aren't easy.

- The main thing is, are you OK? - A bit sad, maybe, but...

- I know it's the right thing. - Yeah?

CAROL: Mm-hm.

Hey, those two old harpies over there are plotting something else,

I'm sure of it.

Don't let her get to you, Oscar.

I think she's got some good ideas.

More flowers would be nice.

Who wants to go to a flower show

and look at piles of carrots and turnips?

Oh, don't you start.

CAROL GIGGLES

INDISTINCT CHATTER

- Bye, Sally. - Bye, Oscar.

- Bye, Oscar. - Carol.

Oh, Oscar. Just hang on to these for a minute, would you?

I just need a quick word with Gina. Thank you.

Bernie, give these to Sally, will you?

I'm not running around after her.

Oscar, it's only a flower show. No need to start World w*r III.

- Come on. - All right.

- Bye. - Graham, can I give you a lift?

Yeah, thanks, Deirdre.

I think Joyce has got some really good ideas.

Oh, I know.

But she does have a talent for upsetting people.

Well... Oscar can be a bit stubb...

g*nsh*t

- Ugh... - Sally!

- Get an ambulance! - Right!

- I don't believe it. - What happened? Was it a sh*t?

- It sounded like a r*fle. - We need to stop the bleeding.

I think we should get everybody inside.

EXHALES

Sally! Sally, God, no!

Sally! Sally!

What happened? What happened?

Sally? Sally?

Are you OK?

Yeah. I think so.

Oscar made everyone go inside in case...

Yeah, you should get inside, too. He may still be out there.

Rob, she just bled. There was nothing I could do for her.

- I know. - It all happened so fast.

- I know you did your best.

- I should have... - You did your best.

Look, go inside.

SIREN

- Here's some brandy. - Thanks.

- Bernie. - Ta.

Come on, Joyce.

Drink that.

Who would sh**t Sally? Why?

Nobody knows.

Take a sip of brandy. It might help.

JOYCE SNIFFS

She never harmed anyone in her whole life.

I know.

It doesn't make any sense.

Come on. Come on, Joyce.

- I can't believe it. - Here's a drink for you.

- Thanks, Gina. - Thanks, love.

Carol! Are you OK?

Oh, no. Let's get you cleaned up.

She was walking this way with Carol.

Single sh*t to the chest, probably from a r*fle.

So the sh*t must have come from that direction.

Yeah, it must have. But look at this.

b*llet must have passed through her and lodged itself in there.

All right, you two.

Get over to the pavilion. See what you can find out.

But be careful.

We don't know what kind of nutter we're dealing with here.

Right, Sarge.

I don't understand any of this.

I don't think any of us do, Joyce.

We've had a good look outside. Whoever did this has gone.

Was it a r*fle sh*t?

Once ballistics have had a chance to examine the b*llet,

we'll know better what we're dealing with here.

Now, CID will want to interview you all.

In the meantime, it's probably best if you all go home.

What if this maniac's still about?

GEORGE: We've drafted in extra officers.

They'll be patrolling the village all night.

Mrs Jowett, one of my officers will take you home.

It's all right, Sergeant, don't worry. I'll take her.

GEORGE: Right.

Terrible business.

But we'll get to the bottom of it.

I'm covered in blood. I don't know what Len's going to say.

- Do you think you're gonna be OK? - Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine.

DOG BARKS

Where's the Land Rover?

There's been a sh**ting at the pub, Len.

- A sh**ting?! - GINA: Sally Pringle's dead.

It was awful. I was only inches away from her.

Who's Sally Pringle?

Mrs Jowett's sister. You know, love, the chiropodist.

I don't know her.

Are you all right, then?

Yeah, don't worry. I'm fine.

- Thanks for bringing me home, Gina. - You take care of yourself.

DOG BARKS

ENGINE STARTS

If I were you, I'd get Frank to make you a stiff drink.

He's gone back to Portsmouth. He left last night.

I thought he was staying a while.

We've... called off our engagement.

Oh. Sorry to hear that.

People change. Move apart.

- Did you have a row or something? - No, it was... very awkward.

We both sort of knew.

We talked. Agreed it was for the best.

Well, better than getting married then living to regret it, I suppose.

Yeah.

- Evening. - You all right, Bob?

Seems odd, Aidensfield crawling with policemen.

Just a precaution.

- Night, night. - Night.

CLOCK CHIMES

I could stay for a bit, if you'd like some company.

No. I've inconvenienced you enough, Oscar.

It's probably best if you try and get some sleep.

Yes.

Look, if there's anything I can do, anything you need,

I'm a light sleeper, so you can call the pub anytime.

Who would do something like this to Sally?

Who knows?

Of the two of us, people always thought she was the nicer.

She had time and a good word for everybody.

She was always telling me I rub people up the wrong way.

You're a lady of strong opinions, Joyce.

There's nowt wrong with that now.

You've been very kind, Oscar.

Just try and get some rest.

SOBS

ROSIE: There's been police everywhere all morning.

- Bernie saw the whole thing. - Glad I didn't.

What possessed Peggy to buy an ice-cream van anyway?

She heard the weather forecast on the radio.

They reckon it's gonna be hot.

Sounds like Peggy. Can't believe she left you in charge, though.

What? Oh, she's got this Redcoat reunion.

She goes every year, never misses.

I reckon it's your starter-motor. But I should be able to fix it.

Rosie, how much is it gonna cost?

Only, it's just, well, I've got to maintain profits.

She left strict instructions before she left.

OK. Let's say you pay for the part, and give me a free ice-cream?

But don't tell Bernie!

CAR APPROACHES

This is where she fell.

But the b*llet ended up in the vehicle behind?

We've taken it down the station.

Forensics should be looking at it now.

That'll give us an idea of the w*apon.

Walker's found a possible site from where the sh*t was fired.

On top of that electricity substation.

He'd have been hidden by that tree. Forensics are on it now.

RACHEL: If the sh*t came from over there, that's a fair distance.

He was quite a marksman.

Hit her squarely in the chest, ruptured the heart.

She was dead in moments.

Anyone else knew the victim?

Carol Cassidy was here.

She was talking to the victim when it happened.

Deirdre Brown. She'd just unlocked the Land Rover.

Graham Simpson. He was getting into the passenger door-side.

Mrs Brown was giving him a lift.

And that's it?

Oscar Blaketon and Bernie Scripps were over here.

If you're right about the site, that's quite a sh*t.

And Carol Cassidy and Miss Pringle were moving at the time?

They were heading towards their car.

So we're dealing with a skilled marksman who hit his target,

or could he have been aiming at any one of the others and missed?

In which case, maybe he'll try again.

Geoff, pop out and get some milk.

- At this rate, we're gonna run out. - Yeah.

Quite exciting all this, in't it?

You won't think so in a couple of days.

BELL DINGS

RACHEL: One next to Miss Pringle when she went down.

Two directly behind. Then two more over here.

I think you're right.

A sh*t from that distance, any of them could have been the target.

So what are we dealing with here?

Someone with a motive, or some nutter sh**ting people at random?

- Thanks, Alf. - Could be either.

Well, if they were after someone else and then missed,

they could well have another go.

I'm not taking any chances.

I want enough officers on the ground to scare him off.

I'll get on to HQ and get some more backup.

I need to find out first if Sally Pringle was the real target.

Walker knows who they are. Take him with you.

Good idea, Sergeant.

I'm very sorry for your loss, Mrs Jowett.

As long as you find the madman who did it.

That's the main thing.

It may well be that your sister was a random victim.

However, we can't discount the possibility

that the person who k*lled her intended to do so and had a motive.

Sally didn't have an enemy in the world.

- She was your younger sister? - Yes, by two years.

She never married?

There was a young man during the w*r.

He never came back.

But Sally always had a happy disposition

and she got on with her life.

Everyone in the village knew her.

Walker will tell you, she was very popular.

Sally was the local chiropodist.

That would have put her into contact with a lot of people.

You can't think of anyone who had a grievance against her?

- Real or imagined? - No!

She got on with everybody.

If it had been Joyce, you'd have had quite a few likely candidates.

Chalk and cheese, those two were.

Joyce upset everyone, Sally was always sweetness and light.

We have to consider the possibility

that Sally Pringle wasn't the intended target.

Yeah, that thought had crossed my mind, too.

But I think I was too far away for it to be me.

The sh*t was taken from maybe yards.

Perhaps you'd have a think? Anyone who might wish you harm.

I was a police officer for over years.

That could be quite a long list.

What do you reckon?

I think it's unlikely Sally Pringle was the intended victim.

What about a random sh**t? Pub car park, easy targets.

Then why stop at one?

He might have got at least two or three.

No, the psychology's all wrong for that.

I reckon we're dealing with someone who knows his target

and has got a grievance.

I think you could be right.

ROSIE: That looks great.

DAVID: I'll have to go cos I need to pick up some fresh supplies.

- Where you getting it from? - Oh, Mr Bostock.

Aunt Peggy's got this really special deal with him.

You know, he makes all this ice-cream in a shed in his garden.

- In a shed? - Oh, yeah.

That's where your profit margins come in.

That's what Aunt Peggy says.

You see, you buy the cheapest stuff you can get,

and you sell it for as much as you can.

And the bit in between is your profit.

David, it's got bits in it.

- What sort of bits? - I don't know.

- Gritty bits. - Gritty bits?!

I reckon your Mr Bostock's got more than ice-cream in his shed. Urgh!

Sally used to visit a lot of my elderly patients in their homes.

So, I'd see her quite often.

You can't think of anyone who might want to harm her in any way?

No. Not at all.

She was one of those people who everyone liked.

I understand you and your fiance have just split up?

Yeah, well, I don't see what that's got to do with anything.

Am I right in thinking he's in the Navy?

I don't think that's any of your business.

You were stood right next to Sally Pringle when she was sh*t.

Maybe he was aiming at somebody else?

What, you think I was the target?

You, Mr Simpson, Mrs Brown, Oscar Blaketon and Mr Scripps

were all close enough to be potential targets.

I sort of assumed it was some lunatic taking pot sh*ts.

We think that's unlikely.

Carol, I need you to tell me about what happened with Frank.

Why?

Cos you've got some tin pot theory that I split up with my fiance,

he got upset and decided to sh**t me?!

I've never heard anything so ridiculous in my whole life!

We have to look at every possible angle.

Well, it wasn't Frank.

When people get very angry and upset,

they're sometimes capable of doing unimaginable things.

Don't you patronise me, Rachel.

He's a Navy man.

Presumably he's had firearms training.

Look, yesterday I watched a good friend

and a very decent person die right in front of me.

And I could do nothing to help her.

This morning I've got you two prying into my private life.

- Could you please just leave? - Carol...

And don't you go telling me you're just doing your job!

- I'm sorry if we've upset you. - Oh, just get out!

That went well.

Is there something going on between you and her?

No. Of course not. Just friends.

Really?

I think we need to find out more about Frank.

Ice crystals. See, a lot of people mistake ice crystals for grit.

But the better quality your ice-cream,

the bigger the crystals.

But that's no good if they think it's got muck in it.

Listen, lad! My ice-cream has not got muck in it!

- I never said it did, it's just... - 'Ey, look at that.

State-of-the-art, that is.

Come on, have a look.

Is... Is it... Is it clean?

Course, it is! 'Ey, I'll give you a tip.

Before you fill each cone, give the side of the dispenser a good whack.

RAPS ON BIN

Breaks the ice crystals up.

You'll have no more problems, I promise you.

Honestly, Gina, I couldn't believe it when they said it.

Well, they're just trying to do their jobs.

Oh, yeah?

That Rachel Dawson, she's just so... superior.

She's got Rob Walker trotting behind her like a trained poodle.

Yeah, but you've got to see it from their side.

Rob knows you and Frank have fallen out.

That's the whole point, Gina! We didn't fall out!

I told him I had doubts. How I felt my life has changed.

He'd already guessed. He felt the same.

Actually, he's met someone else.

In Portsmouth.

Apparently they've been seeing quite a bit of each other.

I can understand you not wanting to tell Rachel Dawson that bit.

The notion that he'd tried to sh**t me, it's absurd.

Whoever's done this must have been after someone.

But who?

I don't think it could have been Sally.

Deirdre Brown wouldn't say boo to a goose.

So that leaves Oscar, Bernie and Graham Simpson.

Mmm.

How long have you been in the village, Mr Simpson?

Only a couple of years. Walk!

I was teaching down in London before.

Got fed up with city life. Too hectic.

- You settled in pretty well? - Oh, yes. Love it.

Actually, I was born in Yorkshire.

Please.

And you can't think of anyone who might have it in for you?

Well, I reckon I'm pretty easygoing.

I get a few comments about the casual clothes.

People expect a teacher to be all buttoned up in a shirt and tie.

But it's mostly good-natured.

No, if I've upset anyone, I'm not aware of it.

TILL RINGS

'Ey, there's two coppers over at the garage,

saying they're there to keep an eye on things. What's going on?

- Haven't CID interviewed you yet? - No.

They reckon any one of us could have been the target.

What?

Who'd want to sh**t you? Or Bernie?

Bingo.

Poor Sally. I can't stop thinking about her.

I've been making bread all morning.

Only thing that takes my mind off of it.

Smells delicious.

- All right, love? - You brought my Land Rover back?

Forensics should be finished with it later on today.

It's at the police station.

That's no good to me. I need it now!

Len, the police can't run round after you. They've got a job to do.

Have a lot to do with g*ns, do you, Mr Brown?

I'm a gamekeeper. It's my job.

I've also got to feed the pheasants. That's why I need my Land Rover.

Where were you yesterday afternoon?

Out with Lord Ashfordly.

He had a sh**ting party over at Colonel Bing's.

I were loading for his Lordship.

It doesn't matter about the Land Rover.

I'll fetch it later.

Don't mind Len.

He's a bit... Well, you know, ever since the w*r.

He was in Burma, prisoner of the Japanese.

He needs his routine. Gets very anxious if things change.

One of the things we have to consider

is that Sally wasn't the target.

Carol was close by.

You and Mr Simpson were just behind her.

LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

I don't know who'd want to sh**t me.

Probably no-one, but we have to ask.

I don't think I've ever upset anyone. Not that I know of.

I think the only way to get through life is to look on the bright side.

Do you remember Wes Curtis?

Did a spate of armed robberies in the late 's?

He must have held up half-a-dozen banks in his time.

Accused of m*rder, too, wasn't he? Though they never made it stick.

Ten years ago, at the York Assizes,

I was the one that gave the main prosecution evidence against him.

A nasty piece of work, and no mistake.

He always carried a g*n.

GRUNTS

Last week in the paper, I read this. He's just been released from jail.

ICE-CREAM VAN PLAYS GREENSLEEVES

Deefer, looks like we're in business.

- BOY: Can I have some chocolate? - GIRL: I want a chocolate!

I'm coming!

I've left PC Bellamy at the pub, much to his delight.

We're gonna have to give Oscar Blaketon -hour protection.

Certainly sounds like the most promising lead so far.

Just had a call from Forensics, Sarge.

Alright. Let's hear it.

The b*llet was from a . calibre bolt action r*fle.

They're saying probably a BSA.

Find out what kind of w*apon Wes Curtis used.

If he managed to stake out the pub,

he must be staying in the area somewhere.

Let's get hold of a recent photograph.

And get Alf to check firearms certificates.

See if we can find someone with a w*apon of this calibre.

Sarge.

You all want nice ice-cream?

- One minute, just... - Can I have an ice-cream, too?

It's not working.

Sometimes it needs a bit of a bang, you know.

THUDS

KIDS GIGGLE

Ooh! There we go. It's coming.

Oh, no.

KIDS LAUGH

- Ow! - BOY: I've changed my mind.

Please can I have some?

LAUGHTER

DAVID: Oh, it won't stop!

Hey.

DAVID: Hey, come back! That's sixpence, that!

Erm... come back!

Help!

SUDDEN BANGING

Lord, you gave me a fright!

Bernie, what you doing in here?

I've got three jobs in the garage and I'm manning the petrol pumps.

I could do with some help.

I'll be there in a minute. I'm just finishing off here.

Are those coppers still hanging around outside?

Yeah, they've gone over the road. They're outside the pub now.

Ah.

Hey. Are you all right?

Yes, yes. Yes. Yeah, I'm just...

Seeing Sally sh*t like that, I'm... suffering shock, I think.

Yeah, I'm sure you are.

Look, don't worry. I can manage.

Yeah. Thanks.

I think you should apologise to Carol, Rob.

She talked to you as a friend

and you go discussing it with Miss CID.

I can see why she might be upset, but we've got to follow things...

Look, it seems that Frank's found himself another girl.

And he certainly seems relieved to be put off the hook.

I don't think he was about to sh**t her.

Huh. Well, things have moved on anyway.

Wes Curtis is now the prime suspect.

Oh, I'm sure that'll be a comfort to her.

Don't worry, Gina. I'll talk to her, sort it out.

If she'll talk to you.

Any news?

There's still some confusion about which jail Curtis was released from.

DS Dawson's trying to get HQ to sort it out.

The only thing they have sent through is some mug sh*ts,

which are ten years out of date.

I'm beginning to feel like I'm the one under lock and key.

You're in the safest place, Oscar.

Well, if you ask me, this villain must be a pretty poor sh*t

if he was aiming at Oscar and hit Sally Pringle instead.

I agree with Gina.

All right. Who was the target, then?

Well, Graham Simpson is the obvious choice.

OSCAR: Gina's got a bee in her bonnet.

Apparently, he's not popular in the village.

ROB: Why's that?

I gather the parents haven't liked him since he took over the school.

They think he's got a murky past.

I'm sure it's only because he's not some old fuddy-duddy.

He takes the kids out and about,

gets them excited about what they're doing.

Gina, you go to school to learn. Not to get excited.

There have been all sorts of rumours about him, why he left London.

- ROB: Like what? - I'm not sure.

Carol reckons he lost his job.

Bernie?

EXHALES

HQ finally tracked Wes Curtis down.

- Have you got him? - Not exactly.

I spoke to the Governor at Parkhurst.

Wes Curtis was released because he suffered a stroke in jail.

He's now in intensive care in a hospital in Southampton.

He's certainly in no fit state to sh**t anyone.

Well, that's a relief. Of sorts.

- So where does that leave us now? - Back to square one, I reckon.

Oscar...

- Could I have a word? - Yes, of course.

Go through to the snug. Gina, gin and tonic.

I spoke to the police this morning.

They wanted to know of anyone who might have had some kind of a motive

for harming Sally.

- Take a seat. - I-I did remember something.

But I feel very awkward about telling them, though.

But if it helps bring Sally's m*rder*r to justice,

then I must, mustn't I?

Well, yes, if you think it could be relevant.

- There you go, Oscar. - Oh, thanks.

Joyce.

Some years ago, Sally took me for a holiday to Bridlington.

I met a man... in the used car trade.

Well, Sally was against him from the beginning.

He wore rather pungent aftershave

and Sally's nose was always delicate.

That's why she was so good with flowers.

Anyway...

He and I...

...saw a bit of each other.

Sally got quite upset. She thought I was making a fool of myself.

She thought he was just after my money.

And I did, foolishly, lend him some.

Anyway, in the end, at Sally's insistence,

I stopped seeing him.

We later saw a bit in the paper.

He'd been arrested for fraud.

OSCAR: How long ago was this?

- Three or four years. - Hmm.

Well, it seems unlikely to me that he would wait until now

to get his own back on Sally.

You don't think he's a potential suspect, then?

No.

- I needn't tell the police? - I don't think so.

Oh! You don't know what a weight that is off my mind.

To think I might have been responsible for Sally's...

This won't go any further, will it?

No! Course not. Don't be silly.

Thank you.

I know we've not always seen eye to eye,

but you've been a real gentleman, Oscar.

Well, when something terrible like this happens...

...it brings us all to our senses.

Keep going back. Back.

More, more...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's not the starter motor again, is it?

No, my nozzle's blocked.

Mr Bostock said just give it a good old whack but that hasn't worked.

Look, there's ice-cream everywhere!

- Oh, Deefer's been sick. - Ah. Poor Deefer.

WHIMPERS

To be honest, I don't know too much about ice-cream machines.

I'll get the compressor started, see if we can pump some air through it.

Bernie?

Why are you skulking around the place?

I'm trying to keep out of sight.

Why?

I reckon it's me he's after.

CAROL: Who is it?

It's all right, Carol. It's me. Rob.

Just feeling a bit nervous, I guess.

I think everyone is.

- Can I come in? - Yeah. Sure.

You remember old Mrs Tyler? They farm over Ashfordly way.

Didn't you bury her last week?

That's the trouble. I very nearly didn't.

There was a mix-up. The hospital gave me the wrong body.

Well, I didn't realise.

I just laid out what I thought was her in the Chapel of Rest,

for the family to come and see.

When they came and saw, they went spare!

It was a genuine mistake to make.

Her grandson didn't seem to think so.

Andy Tyler. I went to school with him.

Aye, he's a big lad. In the Army.

I thought he was going to thump me. His dad had to step in.

Bernie, Andy Tyler wouldn't sh**t you. He wouldn't sh**t anybody.

You can't be sure, can you?

- Why don't you tell the police? - I don't know.

When you say it out loud, it does sound a bit far-fetched.

- Where are you going? - To sort this out.

I'm going to phone Andy Tyler's mum.

I know the way we approached it was all wrong, but...

I just can't believe you told her.

Still, I suppose you and her are pretty good friends.

She's a CID officer.

I work with her from time to time. That's about all there is to it.

Are you sure? I don't think that's how she sees it.

I went out with her once, years ago, but... now we're just colleagues.

- Frank's got someone else. - I gather.

- Pretty embarrassing, eh? - Well, more fool him.

Oh, Rob. I can't believe all this is happening.

One minute, we were just chatting away, and the next, she's...

- Come on. You're still in shock. - Who'd want to k*ll any of us?

I don't know.

But someone's got a secret they're not letting on about.

Gina reckons you know something about Graham Simpson.

ROSIE: Thanks, Mavis. That's fine. Take care. Bye.

That's settled it.

Andy Tyler went back to his unit in Germany last week,

the day after his granny's funeral.

SIGHS

I suppose you think I'm a silly old fool.

No. I just wish you'd told me sooner.

- Thanks, Rosie. - You daft thing!

Mmm.

Thanks for coming round so promptly, Oscar.

Well, you said it was important.

I want the flower show to go ahead, as planned.

In Sally's memory.

Well, a big outdoor event like that? Under the circumstances?

I can't see the police agreeing to it.

- I'm sure you can persuade them. - Ooh! Don't know about that.

Oscar, I can't just sit here, staring at these four walls,

thinking about what's happened.

I appreciate it must be hard.

Erm... what if it was held indoors?

- Indoors? Where? - In the village hall.

I can't see the police objecting to that.

That's brilliant.

Yes, we could manage in the village hall.

See what a great team we make?

CHUCKLES

I mean, of course, with myself as Chair and you as Vice-Chair.

Mmm. Of course.

See, the thing is, Mr Bostock, it all came out at once,

and now I've lost all my ice cream.

You must have whacked it too hard, lad. You've got to have the touch.

What about my profit margins? Aunt Peggy's gonna be really upset.

Oh, yeah. I've had some experience of that before.

I tell you what, I'll give you an exclusive.

Cut price offer on my new line.

Oh, no. No. I've had it with ice cream.

It's not just ice cream, lad.

Dandelion and burdock ice cream!

You've tasted nowt like it, I promise you.

TRAIN BLOWS HORN

- Will I make my money back? - And then some! Follow me.

DOG BARKS

Unless he has another cr*ck, I can't see how we're going to get him.

That's a chilling thought.

- I think I've got a new lead. - We could certainly do with that.

I popped in to see Carol Cassidy last night,

just to make sure she was OK.

Yes. And?

As a district nurse, she's in and out the school quite a bit.

It seems Graham Simpson does have a big secret in his past.

Like what?

He used to teach in a secondary school in London.

Alf's just spoken to them.

He lost his job there because he took up with a -year-old pupil.

The girl's parents tried to have him prosecuted for r*pe.

Why do we have to drag all this up again?

I came to Aidensfield for a quiet life.

What if someone managed to track you down?

She was practically .

OK, her parents were upset at the time,

but in the end they had to accept it.

But you still lost your job over it.

That's schools, isn't it?

Being seen to do the right thing, exams, results...

Never mind if the kids actually get an education.

Are you saying it's acceptable

for a teacher to start a relationship with a pupil?

No, of course not.

But these things happen. People fall in love.

- She was hardly a child. - Are you still in contact with her?

Yes. She recently sent me a postcard from San Francisco.

She's travelling the world.

I suppose her old man blames me for that, too.

So he could still be angry with you, then?

He was an angry man, full stop.

He spent his whole life in the m*llitary.

Real spit and polish type.

She hated him.

I think, on reflection, she got involved with me just to spite him.

I think we're gonna have to follow this up, Mr Simpson.

In the current circumstances, Mrs Jowett,

don't you think it would be better to postpone it?

People have been growing flowers, and indeed vegetables,

for months, Sergeant.

The flowers are blooming. You can't postpone that.

I'm not keen, I have to say.

I'd have to put an officer on each exit...

Flowers were my sister's life, Sergeant.

She worked very hard to make this show possible.

I think it would be a fitting memorial.

I think the village needs something like this, Sergeant.

Life has to go on.

And the whole show can be held in here.

Well, we'll just have to do the best that we can, I suppose.

Are you sure you'll be all right on this sofa?

I'll be fine.

Look, he was an uptight old so-and-so,

but I don't think he was mad enough to try and sh**t me.

It's just a precaution until DS Dawson can track him down.

Oh. Fancy a beer?

DOORBELL CHIMES

Hold on, Mr Simpson.

- Are you expecting anyone? - No.

You better wait in here.

I thought you were going to call me?

- PC Walker? - Mrs Brown. You'd better come in.

Deirdre.

I came to tell you that the, er, flower show's going ahead.

Yeah, I heard.

I'd better check the back door.

What's he doing here?

They think it might be me that this madman's after.

DEIRDRE: Graham, we need to talk about this.

- Not now. - All secure.

Right. Well, er... I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Joyce says that everybody's got to be there early.

- Take care, eh? - Yeah. Bye.

She's a lovely lady.

Not a mean bone in her body.

How long's this been going on?

A while.

You have to understand that Deirdre's had a very difficult life.

In what way?

Len was a prisoner of the Japanese. He suffered badly.

The truth is, he's never really recovered.

He gets very depressed. Goes off for days in the woods.

Deirdre does her best to take care of him.

Does he know that you're having an affair with his wife?

No! Deirdre's his lifeline.

And I guess, in my own small way, I'm hers.

What's going to happen to all this, eh?

- Why don't you take it over? - Oh, I could never do her justice.

- It's over here. - Ah.

- Here it is. - Oh, that's lovely.

Now, what would you rather look at? That? Or an over-inflated marrow?

CHUCKLES

Now that's not fair.

BOTH LAUGH

I've been wondering why you and I fall out so much.

But they do say opposites attract.

Er, well, we've, er, had our differences of opinion

in the past, Joyce.

I'll admit to that.

But, er... you've suffered a terrible tragedy and...

Take no notice of me. I'm probably still in shock.

- I'm certainly not myself. - Erm...

Oh, well, I'll, er... I'll take this and I'll be off.

I'll be there shortly.

If he's Lord Ashfordly's gamekeeper, he's gonna know about g*ns.

If he found out about the affair, that makes him a plausible suspect.

Mrs Brown?

Mrs Brown?

Something's not right.

ROB CLIMBS STAIRS

ROB: Mrs Brown?

ROB: Mrs Brown?

- No sign of anyone. - No r*fle.

But a new box of shells. Triple . Same calibre.

We need to get to Simpson before he does.

I want a thorough search and then two men posted at each exit.

MUSIC: 'Get Together' by The Youngbloods

♪ Love is but a song we sing

♪ Fears the way we die... ♪

- It's all clear, Sarge. - Very well. Guard all entrances.

You'd better let the exhibitors in.

Sarge.

♪ Come on, people, now smile on your brother... ♪

Right, ladies and gentlemen. You're allowed in now.

Bernie, hold that.

There you go.

Mmm! This is really good, David!

DOG WHINES

What's the matter with Deefer?

Oh, she's just been eating too much ice-cream.

I hope she's not gonna be sick again.

You want to try some of this. It's delicious.

It's dandelion and burdock. It's Mr Bostock's secret recipe.

Oh, yeah?

I think I know what Mr Bostock's secret recipe is, David.

Yeah. What you do is ferment the dandelions for a really long time,

and Mr Bostock reckons you get a fuller flavour.

You also get alcohol.

David, the police catch you selling alcohol without a licence,

you're gonna be in big trouble!

I'm not selling alcohol, I'm selling ice cream.

Alcoholic ice cream! And you've got to stop!

I'm gonna make loads of money and Aunt Peggy'll be pleased with me!

What are you gonna do when the kids arrive with their mums and dads, eh?

Come on, David. You can't sell this.

It's time to shut up shop.

Ventress finally managed to get hold of Lord Ashfordly on the phone.

It seems His Lordship's been in London a week or so.

He missed Colonel Bing's sh**t all together.

I think we've got our man.

I wish I'd not let myself be shanghaied into this.

Yeah, my fault, Sergeant. I'm sorry.

Ladies and gentlemen, minutes till the official opening.

- Where's Len, Mrs Brown? - I don't know.

GRAHAM: He found out about us.

I left some letters in a drawer.

Len would never hurt anyone, I swear it.

ROB: We have to find him.

DEIRDRE: He went off this morning. I don't know where he's gone.

- Did he thr*aten you? - No, of course not.

Rob.

GASPS

Keep back, everyone!

Put the g*n down, Len.

GEORGE: You don't have to do this.

Why not?

I k*lled that woman by mistake!

I'm heading for the nuthouse anyway, aren't I?

You sh**t him...

...you'll have to sh**t me first.

You really love him that much?

No, Len. It's because I love you that much.

You've got to stop.

You're not well, love. You need help.

g*nsh*t, SCREAMS

ROB GRUNTS

ROB: That's enough!

I thought you were going to leave me!

Oh, Len. I'll never leave you. Never.

SOBS

I don't know,

you've always got to be the flipping hero, haven't you, 'ey?

Oh, stop worrying. Come on. Make me a cup of tea. 'Ey?

CAR STARTS

We're taking Len Brown to divisional headquarters.

He'll have to see a psychiatrist.

- Will he be fit to plead? - Doubt it.

Thanks for all your efforts, Constable.

It's a bit formal, isn't it?

Your friend's waiting for you.

Rachel, there is nothing going on there.

See you around, Rob.

CAR STARTS