17x07 - Burying The Past

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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: 'Introduction' by Nick Drake

So much for being a quiet country bobby.

Called out before I've even finished breakfast.

Well, at least you've got an appetite.

I'm just on my way to see Gina.

Hang on. Shouldn't PC Wetherby be handling things now?

Well, things have changed.

I've decided I wanted to stay on in Aidensfield.

Headquarters have agreed to let me.

Really?

Well... So what about PC Wetherby?

The thought keeps haunting me.

Phil Bellamy... would be alive but for me.

- You didn't fire the shotgun. - No.

But by sh**ting my mouth off, I enraged the man who did.

The man was an emotional mess. It was a tragedy waiting to happen.

It was not your fault, lad.

People round here'll blame me.

I bet Bellamy's wife does.

I'll get packed and leave.

There's still a job for you here.

But I thought PC Mason's to stay on at Aidensfield?

There's a vacancy here in Ashfordly.

What, Phil Bellamy's job?

Well, what will people say if I take that on?

In't it best I just leave?

If you do that,

it might further fuel suspicion that you were somehow at fault.

Don't run away from this, lad.

Your wife and kids are expecting to come here.

I want you on my team.

I'll have to have time to think about all this.

- My family. - Of course.

Take a couple of days off. Let me know your decision.

OMINOUS MUSIC

Seems he was a schoolteacher up at Brassington School.

Posh, fee-paying place up on the moor.

Most su1c1de sh**t I've seen used a shotgun.

He's got a revolver here.

The school has an armoury.

The army cadets are taught p*stol sh**ting.

I've called the school. They're checking if there's a g*n missing.

I think these are prescribed for depression.

There's more in the bathroom.

Depressed teacher sh**t himself?

Well, it's looking that way.

No sign of a struggle.

No forced entry.

It was Mason who broke the door down.

As he's in Aidensfield full-time now,

he'll assist you with any further enquiries.

GINA: I'm still not sleeping.

No more than a few minutes at a time.

- There you go. - Thanks.

I just keep hoping I'll wake up to find it's some terrible nightmare.

I can organise sleeping pills or sedatives, if you like.

No. No, I don't want to rely on pills.

I wanna get through this on my own.

It's just so hard to believe.

That's what I am now.

On my own.

She's been gone a couple of days now, Aunt Peggy.

She's taken her sleeping bag and everything.

Well, we all have different ways of dealing with things.

It's really depressed her, this, you know.

Well, we've got umpteen jobs to do for the funeral,

so you won't have time to get depressed. Come on.

I want you to rest this as much as possible.

Leg ulcers take time to heal.

The dressing'll help, but you need to do your bit as well, Elsie.

I've always been very active, you see.

Yeah, well, just keep the leg elevated whenever you can.

I told her not to worry about housework and that.

I can take care of everything.

Arthur, don't you go overdoing it either.

Give over. Fit as a fiddle, me.

You like to think you are.

Oops. Sorry. I moved it to put my bag on.

Going into Ashfordly. Bit of shopping.

Don't spend half what she does!

LAUGHTER

Mind you, good job he's in good health.

We'd be in a right pickle out here if he weren't.

MUSIC: 'Roadrunner' by The Animals

♪ Yeah, baby

♪ Come on, baby

♪ Oh-oh

♪ Oh-oh-oh

HORN BEEPS

♪ I'm a roadrunner, baby

♪ Can't keep up with me, oh ♪

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

You all right?

Crazy idiot, he pulled right out in front of me.

- Could've k*lled me. - Perhaps he didn't see you.

Do you know the driver?

I couldn't say.

People like that, they shouldn't be on the road.

Well, if you're all right, then.

Terrible business. Just... awful.

I'm Shirley Barlow, by the way. The headmaster's wife.

Come on, boys. You'll be late for class.

The boys'll be distraught. He was a very popular teacher.

Sadly, I can confirm a . Harrington Richards revolver

is missing from the armoury.

We're authorised to keep g*ns for the combined cadet force.

The lock hadn't been tampered with, so the key must've been used.

Would Mr Foreman have had access to it?

Not officially, no.

It's kept with other keys in the bursar's office.

But it wouldn't have been difficult for a senior staff member

to take it and replace it.

Such a shock. A valued master.

And colleague.

Had he taught at the school long?

Oh, over years, I believe.

We're relatively new. We've been here just under a year.

No, he was head of Geography,

well-liked by pupils, parents, everyone.

Have you any idea why he might have wanted to k*ll himself?

Well, he did suffer from depression.

He took pills for it.

I'm sure his GP can give you more information about that.

Before our time, but I gather it was largely brought about

by the death of one of his pupils on a school trip.

- When was this? - Oh, about ten years ago.

A geography field trip up on the moors.

Bad weather closed in.

A teenage lad slipped into the river and it was swollen after a downpour,

and... drowned.

But Neil Foreman was in no way negligent or responsible for that.

It was... a tragic accident.

But, it haunted him. He always blamed himself.

See, when he wasn't depressed, he was a delight to be with,

but when the black cloud came down,

then he was virtually...

Suicidal.

Yes. Yes, you could say that.

Well, his wife simply couldn't cope with his moods and they broke up

about... six years ago.

Which, of course, made things worse.

They have no children, thank goodness.

Any idea of next of kin?

No. Not really.

He was an only child, I believe, and both his parents are dead.

Well, his ex-wife might know.

I could try and find out where she is these days, if you like.

We'd appreciate that. Thank you.

And if there's anything else I can do, please let us know.

Seems straightforward.

It's odd that he didn't leave a su1c1de note, though.

Not all suicides leave notes.

Why now?

The boy d*ed ten years ago.

If it was connected to his marriage failing, that was six years back.

What specifically caused him to end it all now?

Who knows why anyone pulls the trigger?

Not paid to do that kind of guesswork, are we?

Thank you for coming back. Like I said on the phone, it's Arthur.

Came home complaining he couldn't breathe.

- What's happened, Arthur? - I'm not sure.

I think it's because I banged into my steering wheel.

- Oh? - I had to brake sharpish.

Thought I'd hit something, you see.

Not sure. A sheep, maybe, but...

But I didn't see owt on the road.

OK, take it easy. I came across a cyclist

who'd been forced into a ditch by a car on the top road.

Cyclist? No, I don't think so.

OK. Well, we need to get you checked out.

I'll run you into Ashfordly General.

Just hang on, Arthur. They've gone to get a doctor.

Mr Chiltern, is it? What's the problem?

Oh. You're a doctor.

It's definitely a traumatic pneumothorax

caused by his hitting the steering wheel.

- At his age, can he survive it? - Let's hope so.

I'll make an incision into his pleural cavity

to release the pressure.

Needle, please.

You obviously did know who'd driven into me, then.

I had a good idea. Sorry.

The weather out on the moor can change in a moment.

By the time we got the call, the poor lad was dead.

But Neil Foreman wasn't held responsible?

Oh, no.

The enquiry found that he had done all he could for those in his care.

He was even praised for his efforts to save him.

He dived in after the lad.

But the... the family continued to blame him, particularly the dad,

Terry Bishop. It was his only son. He took it hard.

He could become nasty, especially in drink.

He threatened to k*ll Foreman.

Go on.

Well, Oscar Blaketon was sergeant at the time.

He had to caution Bishop.

Alf was just telling me how the drowned boy's father

once threatened to k*ll Neil Foreman.

When was this?

Well, it was after the incident, about ten years ago.

He'd been drinking heavily.

A drunken thr*at made over a decade ago.

I'm not sure that'll be relevant now.

Let's see what the post-mortem says, shall we?

I still think something doesn't quite add up.

His lungs have regained function.

We'll admit him so we can monitor his recovery,

but he should be fine. - Great. I'll let his wife know.

Er, he seemed to have no idea he'd run you off the road.

Really? That's rather worrying, isn't it?

Look. His wife's not in good health.

They live in a remote spot. It's important he's able to drive.

Yes, but he must be able to drive safely.

I ought to report it to the police.

If he gets charged with dangerous driving, he might get a ban.

I mean, you weren't actually injured. Your bike wasn't damaged.

I see the results of reckless driving all the time.

He could have k*lled you, me, a child. Anyone on that road.

He nearly k*lled himself.

SOFT MUSIC

Mrs Bellamy.

I can only... imagine how you must be feeling.

Oh, believe me, if I could... turn the clock back,

I'd... willingly take the b*llet myself. I would.

I'm so sorry.

I've... I've never felt such guilt.

It's gnawing away.

I was gonna move my wife and kids here.

You know, a new start.

I just don't know what to do now.

That makes two of us, then.

I wasn't sure if... I'd be welcome at the funeral tomorrow.

Yeah.

Yeah, you are.

You don't blame me entirely, then?

No.

What Phil did was just so typical of him.

The man I knew.

And loved.

And married.

SOBS

You're a doctor, you say?

A houseman at Ashfordly General.

And you treated this man for an injury he sustained in an accident?

Yes. It was a result of his own careless driving.

He's quite elderly, you see.

And you want to report him?

Well, I'm concerned he could be a danger to himself,

and other road users.

He's admitted to driving carelessly, has he, this, er...

Arthur Chiltern?

No. He's apparently unaware he did it.

So how do you know he did?

- Because I saw him. - Oh. I see.

Right. So, this accident happened in the hospital, did it?

No. Out on the moors.

I'm not quite following this.

Were there any witnesses, sir?

A district nurse came along. I'm not sure she actually saw it happen.

So, your word against his, then?

Look, I know Arthur Chiltern.

I suggest that when he's discharged, I have a quiet word with him.

Well, the way he drove, do you think a "quiet word" is enough?

Well, let's see where we get with that

before we take any further action, shall we?

Thank you, sir.

Yeah, Terry Bishop. Runs the saw mill.

Hard-working chap.

We all felt for him when he lost his only son.

But you took his thr*at against the teacher seriously?

We had to. He got steaming drunk, went round to Foreman's house.

Banged on the door, threatened to k*ll him.

- Did you think he meant it? - We couldn't take a chance.

We put him in the cells for the night, to sleep it off.

Foreman didn't press any charges.

He said the family had suffered enough.

Right. Thanks for that, Oscar.

Oh, Carol wasn't around when I finished work.

I thought she might be in here. Haven't seen her, have you?

You've taken quite a shine to our district nurse, haven't you?

Confirms death was caused by a single g*nsh*t to the head.

The b*llet definitely came from the g*n we found by his hand.

So, what's the problem?

It was fired from a range of over two feet from his head.

Exactly.

Hm.

VEHICLE APPROACHING

After that post-mortem,

I just wanna make sure we haven't missed anything.

No sign of any break-in upstairs.

- How about down here? - No.

The only recent prints on the g*n were his.

There's no sign of anyone else being involved.

Hang on, Sarge.

I think we might have missed something.

He's writing with his left hand.

We found him with the g*n by his right.

year ago,

Arthur carried me over that doorstep.

It's the only home we've ever known.

Golden wedding next year, then.

We really want to celebrate it here.

But now, with my poorly leg and Arthur getting accident-prone...

...we might be forced to move.

I don't think I could bear it.

What other accidents has he had?

I think it's because he's been worried about me.

He's got a bit clumsy lately.

He keeps bumping into things.

Oh. Left-handed.

Definitely. I can picture Neil now. He was left-handed.

The father of the pupil who d*ed, Terry Bishop,

had he had any recent contact with Mr Foreman?

Er, not that I was aware of, no.

Did he mention an incident in which his car was vandalised?

I knew about it. Arrangements were made for Neil to be given a lift in

by another member of staff while his car was being repaired.

Did he talk about it? About who he thought might have done it?

No. No, he was quite tight-lipped about it, in actual fact.

SOFT MUSIC

They've closed the pub till this evening.

So I'll be with you all morning

and close beside you in the church.

You'll get through this, you'll see.

Thanks, Oscar.

You're a good man.

Well done, PC Wetherby.

I'm sure everyone will be glad to see you there.

I hope you're right.

Can I have a word?

I'll see you at the church.

I talked to his neighbours again.

One of them now remembers a dark blue car parked near his cottage

the night before he d*ed. Had a J in the registration.

Go on.

The man seen arguing on his doorstep after his car had been vandalised,

he fits the description I have of Terry Bishop.

But if there was foul play,

how did Terry Bishop get hold of the key to the school armoury

to get the p*stol? - I thought about that.

Maybe after his car had been vandalised,

he took the w*apon home for protection.

Bishop took it off him. Used it on him.

It's possible. I think we'd better speak to Terry Bishop.

After the funeral.

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

ORGAN PLAYING

VICAR: I am the resurrection and the life, saith the lord.

He that believeth in me, though he were dead,

yet he shall live.

And whosoever liveth and believeth in me

shall never die.

ORGAN CONTINUES

I first met Phil Bellamy

as a young police constable.

Doing the job he loved.

Being a copper.

He served under me when I was station sergeant at Ashfordly.

He was one of my lads.

But, like so many ordinary coppers

who serve the public...

...he was one of those unsung heroes.

MUSIC: 'Dido's Lament' by Purcell

While today,

we sing for him.

Today we salute

his dedication,

his courage...

...his heroism.

He will be greatly missed.

God bless him.

VICAR: We therefore commit his body to the ground.

Earth to earth.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

In the sure and certain resurrection to eternal life.

No idea when I saw him last. Why?

He's been found dead. We think he may have sh*t himself.

Well, well. Finally done the decent thing, has he?

Decent thing?

He k*lled my lad.

When you send your kids on a school trip,

you rely on teachers to look after them.

Your son's death was proved to be an accident, wasn't it?

That were a whitewash.

The school hired some smart-arsed lawyer

to make sure they came out blameless.

Foreman k*lled my lad.

They should never have been near a swollen river.

I'm glad he's dead.

My only regret is I didn't pull the trigger myself.

Can we return to the question of when you last saw him?

Told you. No idea. Years ago.

- Well, that's not true, is it? - How do you mean?

One of Mr Foreman's neighbours say

they saw a man closely fitting your description

arguing with him on his doorstep. A few weeks back.

Not me, mate.

We can set up an identification parade, Mr Bishop.

Mr Foreman's car had been att*cked a couple of days before that sighting,

with a sledge hammer. What do you know about that?

Have either of you got kids?

Can you imagine what it's like to lose a child?

Your only son.

I think we'd like you to come with us to the station.

Preferably voluntarily.

As these things go, it went as well as could be expected.

- Well done, Bernie. - Thanks, Alf.

I think Gina stood up to it very well.

I mean, I think Mr Bellamy would be very proud of her.

Hear hear. He would indeed.

Made of the right stuff, Gina.

Well, there's no rush, Gina. Just... take your time.

Whatever you decide, it's all right with me.

I can still see him stood there at the bar,

with his pint.

Memories here are too painful, Oscar.

I've decided I'm gonna go back to Liverpool.

Really?

I need to make a clean break from the past.

All my family are there.

I've started making plans.

Popped in to see Arthur. He seems to have recovered well.

Be free to go home tomorrow, I should think.

You know, he's very grateful for the prompt action you took.

The police intend to have a word with him about his driving.

I have my doubts that he should be on the road at all.

This might seem a bit...

Look. Can we meet to have a chat about this?

When you're not so busy. For a drink or something?

Sure. Why not?

All right.

I'd had a drink, and I took a sledgehammer to his car.

You're admitting you did that?

He wasn't at home. Otherwise he'd have had his head caved in.

You admit you'd have k*lled him had he been there that day?

I was drunk.

Couple of days later, when I was sober, I went back there.

To tell him how I felt. After ten years of hell.

You didn't use v*olence against him on that occasion?

No.

I just told him what I thought.

If I'd wanted to k*ll him, I wouldn't have needed a g*n.

I'd have used my bare hands.

The time of death was around .

on the evening before the body was found.

Where were you at that time?

At home. I rarely go out.

Can anyone verify that?

My wife.

We'll have to interview her. Check your story.

That's all for now.

I wouldn't have Terry Bishop down as a cold-blooded k*ller.

Mind you, after a few drinks... Maybe.

Right. Thanks, Oscar.

My instinct is it wasn't him.

Which brings us back to su1c1de.

I'll obviously be checking his alibi.

What is it with that woman

and the effect she has on all the constabulary around here?

Sorry?

Nothing.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Oscar? Who's that Carol's meeting?

No idea.

He's a good-looking bloke, though, isn't he?

Maybe it's her boyfriend.

Good of you to meet me, Doctor Oakley.

- Chris. My name's Chris. - Thanks.

- I'm Carol. - Suits you.

You look like a Carol. SHE LAUGHS

Erm, anyway, erm...

I think Arthur's a bit distracted lately.

His wife's not been well.

It was probably just a lapse in concentration.

That could've been fatal.

If he loses his licence, they'll have to move from the house

they've been living in for nigh on years.

That would be a shame.

Let me get you a drink.

- Morning, Sergeant. - Morning.

Bishop's wife says he was at home when Foreman d*ed.

Well, she's his wife. She might be protecting him.

The neighbour was there as well.

She's confirmed he was at his house at the time of death.

I see.

The car that was spotted at Foreman's was blue. J in the reg.

Bishop's is white. No J.

He didn't k*ll him, Joe. It was su1c1de.

There's still something odd about it, though.

No note left, the range he was sh*t from, the g*n by the wrong hand.

I'm not convinced.

Well, I'm the one who needs to be convinced.

I think this case is pretty well wrapped up.

I won't be requiring PC Mason any longer.

He's been discharged. Just getting dressed.

Oh, great.

I'll take him home and make sure him and his wife are settled.

I enjoyed last night.

- Nice pub. - Yeah.

And nice company.

You wanted to see me, Sergeant?

Er, yes. It seems that Foreman had an uncle in Herefordshire.

We need his address.

Go back to the cottage. Look for address books,

letters from the uncle. Anything that might help.

Right, Sarge.

MYSTERIOUS MUSIC

I'm really sorry I might've caused you serious injury.

Nurse Cassidy tells me you've been a bit distracted lately,

with your wife being ill. - Aye. Tis a bit of a worry.

Here she is.

You ready, then?

Oh, Nurse Cassidy.

CHRIS: Hang on.

You didn't recognise her till she was right here.

- What? - When was the last time

you had your eyes tested?

Tested? No, I've never had them tested.

Well, where do you get your glasses from, then?

Ashfordly market. Second-hand store.

Couple o'year back.

Control receiving. Go ahead, Joe. Over.

Alf, I need you to get a message to DS Dawson.

I'm at Foreman's cottage.

I found evidence to suggest we might have a m*rder suspect after all.

Foreman was compiling a file on Anthony Barlow, the headmaster.

He'd done extensive research.

- Into what? - Barlow's background in teaching.

He systematically worked his way through his CV.

Previous schools, qualifications, et cetera.

- Why would he do that? - It's clear from his diary.

Foreman was furious that Barlow was appointed headmaster over him

when the vacancy came up last year.

But Foreman wouldn't have been considered

a suitable candidate, would he? With his depression.

No. And his diary entry shows that

he resented the fact that he was overlooked.

Because of his past.

So, out of jealousy, he delves into Barlow's past?

He doesn't appear to have found much.

Seems Barlow's had an unblemished career.

Yeah, it seems that way.

In over years of teaching, he achieved genuine success.

But Foreman eventually found a skeleton in his cupboard.

And it's a big one.

Anthony Barlow has no actual training in teaching.

He lied about his qualifications to get his first job.

He's a self-taught mathematician.

Everything he learned was from the prison library,

while he was serving time for larceny.

It's the police again, Anthony. They need to speak to you.

In private, please, Mrs Barlow.

Oh. Right.

Mr Barlow, were you aware that Neil Foreman

had been conducting an investigation into your past?

My colleague's tested his eyes.

Arthur's problem with blurred vision is straightforward myopia.

Is he very short-sighted?

Nothing that proper prescription glasses shouldn't correct.

- So, the ones he's been wearing... - Are totally useless!

If anything, they've been making seeing even harder.

So, presumably if he gets a proper pair,

he should be safe to drive again.

I imagine so, yes.

He's been rather stupid,

but I'll let Miller give him a ticking-off and leave it at that.

Thanks, Chris. I really appreciate it.

Enough to have another drink with me?

Yeah. Why not?

Mr Foreman's research indicates that you lied

about your qualifications on your first teaching application.

All right. Look. It's the only time in my entire career that I've lied.

But you were, in fact, a convicted criminal

with no formal qualifications.

Oh, my God.

It was just after the w*r.

I was a young ex-soldier with no prospects.

The only work I could find was as a clerk. The pay was very poor.

I stole from the office safe. I was caught, convicted, paid the price.

While I was inside, I swore I'd make something of myself.

I studied the prison library.

I'd always been good at maths

and now I found out that I was good at teaching as well.

You know, other prisoners.

On release, I knew that I would never be trusted

to teach children,

so... I lied to get a foothold in the profession.

Did Mr Foreman confront you with his findings?

Yes. Yes.

He said, unlike me, he was still paying the price for his past.

But, unlike me, he wasn't a criminal.

Yet I've been made a headmaster and he never would be.

He said it was unjust.

- Did he blackmail you? - No, no. He didn't want any money.

He just wanted me to know that he had the ability

to ruin my professional life.

I... I don't believe at heart he was a vindictive man.

And sadly, in his last depression,

he chose to end his own life instead.

I'm sorry, but we're no longer convinced that's what happened.

Oh, my God. You think I k*ll...

No. No, absolutely not.

There's a dark blue saloon car in your staff car park

with the registration JHT D.

- Who does that belong to? - It's mine. Why?

Anthony Barlow, I'm arresting you on suspicion of m*rder.

- What's going on? - They think I k*lled Neil.

What?

Mr Foreman d*ed at around .pm on the night before his body was found.

Did you visit Neil Foreman at his home that night?

Absolutely not. I can soon clear this up. It couldn't have been me.

A neighbour saw a car.

Same model and colour as yours, with a J in the reg.

Parked outside his cottage.

- It wasn't mine. - Where were you then?

I had a meeting at the school until around ..

Then I walked into Brassington village

to see someone about an event at the school.

I was with them until gone ..

- Who did you see? - The vicar. Ask him.

When was the last time you had a breath of fresh air, hm?

What do you say we, er, drive onto the moors?

Take a stroll.

He confirms that Barlow was with him from quarter to nine till ..

Members of staff say he was at a school meeting until ..

So he couldn't possibly have been at the cottage

at the time Foreman was sh*t? - No.

SIGHS So where does that leave us?

The vicar says he gave him a lift home.

Barlow says he walked into Brassington Village.

Why didn't he use his car?

Shirley said she needed it.

To visit a friend in Strensfield.

Going somewhere, Mrs Barlow?

You see, my husband and Neil Foreman both made mistakes in life.

But Anthony worked very, very hard to make amends for his.

But, Neil Foreman, on the other hand,

was... just forever wallowing in guilt.

Full of bitterness.

And self-pity.

Did you k*ll him?

Look. Once he'd uncovered Anthony's past,

he had the power to wreck our lives.

Anthony said that he wouldn't, but Neil Foreman was unstable.

How could anyone trust him? It was our lives, or his.

Are you admitting you k*lled him?

Mm. Mm.

I got the g*n... from the armoury.

Had no problem being let into his house.

And... SHUDDERS

...made it look like su1c1de.

Did your husband know you went to see Mr Foreman that evening?

Oh, no, no, no. He hadn't a clue.

No.

No, Anthony is spineless when it comes to making...

hard decisions.

No, you have no idea how weak he is.

I practically ran that school as far as discipline,

school matters were concerned.

Anything tough needed doing, I did it.

Like I did this.

But, in the end, all I did, I suppose, was...

...k*ll one feeble man.

For the sake of another.

She loved me very much. Admired me.

Love must have driven her to this.

All she succeeded in doing was k*lling a very decent man

and destroying everything that we had.

I'm very sorry, sir.

Yes. So am I.

Could I have a word, Sergeant?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Do you think he's going to stay?

When you live in a small community,

people you know, and you like,

they do sort of become your family.

They support you in... good times...

bad times.

The place where you live is so important.

You know, these moors have been the backdrop of my life

for more years than I care to remember.

Sometimes they're bleak, inhospitable.

Other times,

in the sunlight...

they're magnificent.

But whenever I come up here,

I always get this strong feeling...

...that this is my home.

This is where I belong.

I'm not sure that I do.

Not any more.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Hello, Gina, love.

Peggy.

I... I were in such a dark mood.

When I heard about Mr Bellamy, I wanted to commit m*rder myself.

And, David's house... it... it were too small,

cos I wanted to scream and shout.

Anyway, I took myself off to the woods.

I don't know what I were looking for.

Answers, I don't... I don't know.

Any road. I were in t'wood.

And I were sitting under a tree.

It was evening time.

And it started to drizzle.

You know, the sort of rain that makes the earth smell alive.

And I looked all around me,

and I saw it.

It were there. Everywhere.

Every insect, every bird in flight.

I looked, and everywhere were life.

And there was raindrops dripping down my nose,

but it was comforting to be reminded that life goes on.

Gina.

It does go on.

Thanks, Peg.

It's funny. You in the woods thinking about life.

You're usually busy in there, poaching.

Oh, I've done a bit of that an' all.

Here. Got a couple of rabbits for you here.

Might make a nice rabbit pie.

I'll skin 'em and gut 'em for you if you like.

Most of the people in here were friends of Phil's, weren't they?

Aye. And they could be friends of yours, given time.

Do you know if Mrs Bellamy'll be in tonight?

Well, she may do the odd night. I've left it up to her.

Anyroad, Joe, ten out of ten for persistence.

You always reckoned that it wasn't su1c1de.

Yeah, that's right.

You all right, Joe? Seem a bit down.

Yeah, I'm fine. Fine. DISTANT GIGGLING

When he gets his new glasses, as well as being able to drive safely,

Arthur will have another bonus.

And what's that?

He'll be able to see how attractive his wife's district nurse is.

LAUGHS Give over!

Look who's here.

Gina. It's nice to see you.

Like I said, I don't want to stare at the four walls any more.

Yeah, she prefers to be in 'ere.

Serving you lot.

I've let Sergeant Miller know

I'm going to stay at Ashfordly.

I'm gonna move to a B and B until my wife and kids get here.

I hope that's OK with you, Mrs Bellamy.

Yeah. Of course it is.

While I'm still here, I'll be happy to serve you in my pub any time.

Thanks.

Alf.

Good to see you. Glad you came.

Yeah. Life goes on, as they say.

Right. Who's next?