17x22 - You Never Can Tell

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

SONG: 'You Never Can Tell'

♪ It was a teenage wedding

♪ And the old folks wished them well

♪ You could see that Pierre did truly love

I thought this was supposed to be a secret wedding.

More like a publicity stunt.

Just keep this lot off the road.

♪ C'est la vie say the old folks

♪ It goes to show you never can tell

♪ They furnished off an apartment

♪ With a two room Roebuck sale

Look at flash Harry!

I should have asked him to get me her autograph.

♪ But when Pierre found work... ♪

I had no idea it would be as bad as this.

I've had two top-ten hits, Mum. It's always like this!

Look at the state of me!

No one's going to be looking at you, Mum!

Is this your dad?

No. No, it's Stan.

Don't you read the papers?

Stan's her manager. That's who she's marrying.

I say!

We're closed.

It's not right, shutting the pub all day.

Well, it's just this once, a special booking.

So if you don't mind, we're busy.

We've got lots to do.

This Cathy Dee, I mean, she's a big pop star, in't she?

She was only on Top Of The Pops last week.

What's she doing having a wedding reception in a pub?

You wouldn't catch me doing that.

She grew up down the road.

Her husband's local too, isn't he?

Yeah, Stan Sparrow comes from Ashfordly.

If you want any help, me and our David's free.

Well, not free. Obviously, we'd want paying.

Thanks, Peg, but we can manage.

Well, suit yourself. Got plenty to do anyroad.

Give me strength!

She's right, though.

There is something fishy about this whole do.

There always is where Stan Sparrow was involved.

That's the way it always was, anyway.

- Why? Did you know him? - More than I liked.

But that was a long time ago.

Russell Bryant, you're late!

- I'm going to rip his head off. - I wouldn't recommend that.

Peace and love and all that, but I'm within my rights.

I've got no flaming best man. I'll see if I can find him.

What's he look like?

Medium height, mousey hair... At least he did.

I haven't seen him for nigh on years.

Maybe he had trouble getting in.

GROANS

Are you all right?

I've not been too well.

We can't wait. You'll have to do it.

- Be your best man? - Act as a witness.

You should know all about that.

Get in there. You should be honoured.

John Lennon was my first choice,

but he's gone off to sit in a bag somewhere.

This place in which we are met

has been sanctioned according to law

for the celebration of marriage.

We are gathered here today to witness and to celebrate

the marriage of Stanley and Catherine.

And I call upon these persons here present

to witness that I, Stanley Arthur Sparrow...

To witness that I Stanley Arthur Sparrow...

To my lawful wedded wife...

BARKS

Blackburn Rovers?

Hey, are you sure?

SINGLE BARK

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just doing the football pools.

What I do is that I tell Deefer a match

and then she tells me what to say.

Here, I'll show you. Deefer!

Liverpool-Leicester.

SINGLE BARK

And what's that supposed to mean?

Well, so one bark is for a home win,

two is for an away win and three is for a draw.

And don't tell me... she supports Wolves.

No, she doesn't take sides.

She's neutered. That's why she's good at it.

David, she's a dog.

She doesn't know anything.

She does!

She's not the only one that's barking around here!

Anyway I've got a bit of business to attend to.

PARTY MUSIC, CHATTER

Excuse me.

Congratulations.

Stan invited me. I hope you don't mind.

Stay and talk to me, will you? I barely know anyone.

I thought you had lots of friends from around here.

Stan arranged it all. So it's more his friends, really.

Come here, doll.

I want you to meet the incredible vanishing best man.

- This is Russell Bryant. - Pleased to meet you.

He was a friend of your dad's too.

- Now he's Lord Mayor of Ashfordly. - Town clerk.

Used to be more like the town berk!

Sergeant Blaketon.

You call me Mr Blaketon.

Funny how things turn out, isn't it?

You behind the bar, Russ a big cheese in the town hall

and me doing all right too.

Only five minutes ago,

you were giving us a clip round the ear hole.

- You probably deserved it. - Yeah, we did.

He still does. Too busy to come to his old pal's wedding, eh?

- I'm sorry, Stan. - Don't let it happen again.

This man needs a glass.

Come on We've got some catching up to do.

Hello.

BOY: Officer!

I want to report a crime. You'll need your notebook.

Thank you. Now, what's your name?

There isn't much time.

When did this crime take place?

It hasn't, not yet. But we can stop it.

Is this some kind of prank?

No. Honest. It's happening right now.

CHEERING, APPLAUSE

The question, ladies and gentlemen,

the question everyone's asking is how did Cathy Dee,

with a new album in the shops next month, buy it,

end up getting married to an old bloke like me?

Well, it's a long, long story.

And if you want the full gory details,

going back to my misspent youth,

among the bad lads of Ashfordly, eh, Oscar?

You can buy my book.

I'd tell you more, but I've sold the exclusive rights,

twice, as it happens.

Cathy, where are you, doll? Come here. Look at that, eh!

Cathy and me, we don't do things the conventional way.

GUESTS: Ooh!

I wanted to mark today

by doing something special for Ashfordly, our home town.

We both know what it's like to come up the hard way,

and we want to give something back.

So we are giving £, to local children's charities.

Can I ask Mr Bryant to accept the cheque

on behalf of the council? Russell, there you are.

Oh, what a lovely surprise!

Didn't even tell me.

Stan writing. That's a surprise.

He's hardly what you'd call literary.

He uses a tape recorder and does some every night.

He's got some stories to tell, has Stan.

What, about his life in show business?

Not just that. Everything.

This is the crime scene.

- What crime? - The smash and grab.

I've had it staked out all week.

Staked out?

I know all the lingo. I watch the TV programmes.

Softly, Softly, Z Cars, everything.

Then you should know that wasting police time is a serious offence.

Do you know a man called Eddie Frost?

No.

There's a wanted photo of him outside the police station.

He was here four times this week.

Well, he's not here now, is he?

Look out!

TYRES SCREECH

Quick!

Did you get his number?

- No, I didn't get the chance. - Here.

Got to go now.

Wait! I'll need a statement.

- A word in your shell like. - Oh, aye.

It's been a while since we had one of our little chats.

Yeah, well, I'm sure that suits us both.

Just wanted to settle our bill.

This is far too much.

It's what we owe, plus a little thank you.

- I can't take this. - Give it to Gina, then.

Stan, what are you doing?

Oh, I was going to tell you.

You're giving away this money to charities and it's MY money.

- It's our money. - Stan, we can't afford it.

Look, take this back. I don't want to cause any trouble.

You're not.

How many times do I have to tell you? Leave the worrying to me.

I take care of you, don't I?

Married life, eh?

Yup.

Where did you get this tip-off, Younger?

Erm, an informant, Sergeant.

I see. Have you checked the registration number?

Yes. It belongs to a man called Eddie Frost.

There's a photo of him on the notice board outside.

Wetherby's dealing with that case. Hand it over to him, would you?

Yes, Sergeant.

Who is this snout of yours?

Oh, I shouldn't really say.

That could do with some water.

Come on. Wakey, wakey.

What?

I'll get you a taxi.

Give us a minute. Call of nature.

Right, that's room two.

If there's anything else you need, let me know.

- Thank you. - I'll come in with you, Mum.

What about Stan? You're married to him now.

Mum. You're embarrassing me.

- Night. - Goodnight.

Stan's not getting his oats tonight.

Well, that's up to them, isn't it?

All right, Gina, we'll do this. You get off.

- Thank you. Goodnight. - Night.

Finest navy surplus rum, is that.

Is it?

Well, I know what's what,

and with you that's usually summat else.

- Let's try one. - Right.

Hey, what's that?

What? What? OWL HOOTS

There's nowt there.

- There you go. - Right.

You could strip paint with that.

You could make a few bob an' all!

I've got ten cases. Do you want them or not?

Aye, I do.

Any chance of a cup of tea?

Yeah. I'm just making one.

- I can't sleep. - Me neither.

Cathy's , and I'm still having sleepless nights.

- You've got all that to come. - Yeah.

Are her and Stan OK now?

Oh, yes.

I... I shouldn't tell you,

but Stan hasn't been well...

Not well at all.

Car's coming!

- Here. Here. - Oh, no!

Ow!

Sorry.

Sorry, love.

Peggy? Peggy?

- Morning. - Morning tea for you.

- Thanks. - Would your husband like some?

- He will after last night. - Behave.

There's no reply from his room.

Hang on.

Stan...

Stan, open the door.

- He might just be asleep. - No. He's always up by now.

Stan!

Your mum said he hasn't been well.

Well, she shouldn't have. Have you got another key?

Here we are. Hang on.

KEY TURNS IN LOCK

Gina, call .

Is he...?

I'm sorry.

Stan...

Stan!

CRIES

I hear you had a bang on the head last night.

Is she ready for some questions?

You'll have to ask the doctor. I'm just visiting.

It won't take long. It's what's known as an open-and-shut case.

Or should I say cases?

Ten cases of stolen rum, in your possession.

Do I know him?

It's PC Wetherby.

- I don't think we've met. - Very funny.

How about you tell me what happened last night?

Last night...

I don't remember.

I can't remember anything at all.

And I've never seen you in my life before.

Least, I don't think so.

Are you saying you don't know who we are?

I don't even know who I am, Nurse.

Oh, how convenient(!)

Is this a private party or can anyone join in?

I was trying to conduct an interview.

I don't recall giving you permission to do that.

I need to examine my patient first.

- How long are you going to be? - As long as it takes.

I can't hang around all day. I've got bigger fish to fry.

But I'll be back.

Can you give me a history?

Peggy had a bang on the head last night.

She says she's lost her memory.

Well, let's have a look at that bump on your head, Mrs Armstrong.

- We've met at the Aidensfield Arms. - The what?

Thank you for coming out so quickly, Doctor.

You told Gina that Stan hadn't been well.

He had leukaemia.

We knew he didn't have long. But we never thought...

I'm sorry.

Was Mr Sparrow receiving treatment for his illness?

In London.

I'm afraid that as this is what we call a "sudden unexplained death",

we'll have to refer it to the coroner.

There's one thing I need to ask you about.

Mr Sparrow's door was locked,

but we couldn't find the key in his room.

Neither of you picked it up, did you?

We haven't been in there.

- Neither of us. - There must be another explanation.

Are you planning on staying in the area?

- I'll be here. Yeah. - Come home, love.

I should be here. For Stan.

Just let me know, if you change your mind.

Younger.

Put him in the cells, would you?

Eddie Frost. Suspicion of theft and possession of stolen goods,

namely ten gold rings.

How are you getting on with this Peggy Armstrong business?

- Still waiting to question her. - You'd best get on with it.

As soon as you've booked this lot in.

Geoff, this informant of yours was spot on with Frost.

Any chance of a meet with him?

- That could be tricky. - Not even a quiet drink?

He doesn't drink. At least I hope he doesn't.

Bit of a handful when he's on the booze, is he?

- Terrible. - I know the type.

Russell wanted a word.

I won't stay. But your mother phoned

and I just wanted to say how sorry I am.

Well, you didn't need to.

I don't know how much Stan told you, but...

I knew your father.

Stan, me and him, we were good friends back in the old days.

So if there's anything you need, anything at all, let me know.

I don't know what I need. Stan always took care of everything.

I won't stay, but there's my phone number.

I've just had Oscar Blaketon on the phone.

He wants to know when he can open the pub.

He may have to wait.

DS Dawson's been assigned to the case, but she's in court today.

I don't think there's any mystery.

Stan Sparrow had leukaemia. I've spoken to his doctors in London.

He wasn't expected to live more than a couple months.

It's not as simple as that.

The police doctor found lacerations inside his lips

and pin-prick blotches on his face.

It's possible he was smothered with a pillow or a blanket.

Why would anyone want to m*rder a dying man?

You tell me.

Officer!

I want a word with you. Why do you keep following me about?

I want to be a policeman like you.

- What's your name? - Ben.

- Ben who? - Ben Dover. (GIGGLES)

No, it isn't.

I'll show you something.

Out-of-date road-tax disc.

Oh, yeah.

I'll look for some more. See you later.

Wait!

Was that Don Wetherby's lad?

No. He would have said.

It looked like him. Is he behaving himself?

I'm not quite sure what he's up to.

This losing her memory, it's all nonsense, isn't it?

It happens more often in films than real life,

but you know Peggy.

I know she's in big trouble.

More to the point, so does she.

She's looking at a prison sentence here.

She's obviously faking.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Come on, doc. Ask Nurse Cassidy.

She's a neurological specialist, is she?

Well, I know Peggy.

Mrs Armstrong has temporary amnesia following a head injury.

I can't allow you to interview her.

- For how long? - It's difficult to say.

Depends if the brain swelling's as bad as I suspect.

There are a few things you should know about Stan Sparrow.

Go on.

Sparrow, Russell Bryant and Cathy's father Dickie Durston

all used to live in Ashfordly. They were very close.

They were what we used to call spivs.

Black marketeering, burglary, you name it.

And to cut a long story short,

Sparrow was also a police informant.

Why's that relevant now?

At that time, the Burwood Electrical warehouse was broken into

and the night watchman was k*lled.

We leant on Stan pretty heavily,

and he gave us a name. His mate, Dickie Durston.

Stan grassed up Cathy's dad?

Yeah.

Durston went to prison for years and d*ed while he was inside.

I don't know whether any of this is relevant,

but you never can tell.

Panic over!

Da-dah! Stan's room key. - Where was it?

It was in Cathy's room under the eiderdown.

I found it while I was making the bed.

Hello.

I brought you some flowers.

Why would you want to do that?

Because you're poorly. It's what people do.

Why are you giving them to me?

I'm unlikely to give them to anybody else, am I?

Remind me who you are.

- I'm David. - David?

- You live with me. - No.

- You do. - If you say so.

And Deefer too.

Oh, I remember that..

♪ Dee for two

♪ And two for tea

♪ Me for you and... ♪

Peggy, no, it's the dog.

Who is it?

Deefer. The dog that was doing the football pools...

You're not making much sense to me, lovey.

She could be in there for months,

and the quack's not letting me anywhere near her.

You'll just going to have to wait.

- Can I make a suggestion? - Go on.

What if I dropped in on Peggy at visiting time

and had a chat with her?

Wouldn't be questioning her then.

Peggy Armstrong wasn't born yesterday.

Neither was I.

Do you know who I am?

No.

- Have a guess. - Are you a doctor?

- No. - I didn't think so.

- Have I known you for long? - Long enough.

You're not my husband, are you?

Got it in one!

I've been so worried about you, my dear.

Shall I get you a cup of tea, darling?

Oh, yes, I'm parched.

Your usual? No milk, no sugar.

No!

Whatever you say.

Morning, Peggy.

My husband's come to see me.

- I thought you were a widow. - Here he is.

What's going on?

Just a social call.

It was a terrible business, that man dying at the pub.

What man?

You know, the wedding reception, yesterday.

Yeah. No.

Of course. You don't remember the pub.

It's too long to explain now.

- I brought you some chocolates. - She doesn't eat chocolates.

- Alf! - "Alf!"

Oh, that's wonderful! She's starting to remember again.

I was just saying, half a chocolate won't do me any harm.

I thought you were getting better.

Alf...

Look, I know what you're trying to do,

but she did have a bad fall and it's not right taking advantage.

I don't reckon it's me that's doing that.

Would you like a chocolate?

Did you take the key from Stan's room?

No.

- Then why was it found in your bed? - I don't know.

Did you visit Stan in his room last night?

No. Why is it so important?

We've reason to believe that Stan might have been m*rder*d.

m*rder*d?

You and Stan argued last night.

What was that about?

About him giving away some money.

That upset you?

Yeah, but it weren't just the money.

We used to talk about things like that, talk them through.

But since he got ill, he froze me out. He ignored me.

You were clearly angry with him last night.

So angry that you slept in different beds on your wedding night.

I felt trapped.

Stan always took care of everything for me.

Marrying him made sense when he explained it all,

but last night, it didn't make sense at all.

He upset you, he made you angry, desperate even?

Yeah, but--

Desperate enough to make you want to k*ll him?

You think I k*lled Stan?

- Did you? - No.

God, no.

Marrying him weren't right, but I loved him.

You've been very quiet today.

Are you worried about your Auntie Peg?

It was horrible standing there and her not knowing me.

What if she never recognises me again?

She will. You'll see.

How's Deefer getting on with the pools this week?

Well, I'll have to double-check,

but at the moment, it looks like we've got eight draws.

Eight? Are you sure?

- Where's the coupon? - It'll be at home.

You'd better go and find it, quick.

Cathy and Stan had an argument.

She was clearly angry. And she had the key to his room.

- I was with her. - Not all night.

- Gina saw you in the kitchen. - Only for a few minutes.

That would have given Cathy plenty of time.

She couldn't have.

Everything she's done, all her hits,

everything was because of Stan.

My husband Dickie wasn't the best.

But Stan was his mate.

And after Dickie went to prison,

Stan took care of us.

He took her from being a little girl

who sang songs in Ashfordly Folk Club to being a star.

But then, according to her,

she married him and realised it was a mistake.

It was never meant to be a real marriage. She knew that.

It was more... an arrangement.

Stan said it was the simplest way to make sure she had money.

Stan was her rock.

He was for all of us.

Cathy didn't k*ll him.

You don't need to stay.

Oh, I don't mind. I want to help you to get your memory back.

The doctor said it could take months.

I'm in no hurry.

Are you sure you don't remember anything about last night?

It was a rum do, you hitting your head.

Rum do? Is that supposed to be a joke?

I've had everyone on this morning,

from Oscar Blaketon to the New Musical Express.

What on earth's going on?

The only people who could've got into Sparrow's room

are Cathy and her mother. His key was hidden in their room.

Do you believe either of them did it?

They had the opportunity.

Assuming nobody else broke into the pub.

Establish that beyond reasonable doubt, you might get somewhere.

What's going on?

I can't find my flippin' football pools coupon anywhere.

Ask your Aunty Peggy.

She doesn't even remember me or Deefer.

She's hardly going to know that, is she?

I wonder what the jackpot is.

I don't know, but it could be thousands.

Tell her that, and you might well have

a miraculous recovery on your hands.

I've been looking for you.

You know Big Al Paxton, the gangster?

Never mind that. I want to ask you a few questions.

No time. I've been watching him. He's wanted.

Are you Don Wetherby's son?

Yeah.

Eddie Frost and Al Paxton are both your dad's cases.

Why are you telling me and not him?

Because you listen. He doesn't listen to anyone.

I'm sure he'd listen to you.

He's too busy. Ever since we moved here,

he's always too busy or too tired.

He wants to impress you all, especially Sergeant Miller.

We never do anything together now, not like before.

I see. But even so--

This is a dead good chance for us. I know where Big Al's parked his van.

Come on.

Hello.

It's you again.

David, in't it?

Have you got your memory back yet?

No, everything before today's a big blank.

Yeah, well, that happens to me sometimes,

but if I think very hard, then it all comes back.

And I've got something very, very important to ask you.

I'll try.

Do you know where my football pools coupon is?

Did you leave it here?

No, it's meant to be at home. It should be, but it's not.

- I might have won thousands. - Are you sure?

Thousands? Oh, it's a shame to lose that.

Did he put you up to this?

- Why would I do that? - Because... Oh, I don't know.

I'd like a word with Mrs Armstrong.

Is it bad news?

I need to do some tests.

- What tests? - Neurological function.

Don't worry. You'll find your coupon.

It's not that. It's Aunt Peggy.

What if she doesn't get better?

I locked the front door.

I checked the toilets, the kitchen, the door to the cellar

and then I came back in here.

- And the bar was empty. - No. There was one guest.

Russell Bryant, the best man.

He was half-asleep at that table over there.

I called him a taxi. Then he went to the toilet.

You didn't see him leave?

Er, no. No, I didn't.

See, I told you! Those are probably stolen goods.

We don't know that.

It says "Property of British Railways" on the boxes.

I'll go find a telephone and call for assistance.

You stay out of sight.

What if he tries to make a getaway?

I'll deal with that.

Ben...

Ben!

Oh, crikey!

I don't really see how I can help you, PC Mason.

I think we both know what I'm looking for.

This was in Stan Sparrow's room.

A microphone, but no tape recorder.

Because it's here.

STAN: 'Russ Bryant always said

the only way we'd get out of Ashfordly

was if we went out and took what we needed,

and that's what happened.

Anyway, we took what we needed

and then we needed to get out fast.

Russ became so boring no-one would notice him no more

and ended up shuffling paper...'

You took these last night.

Stan said I could borrow them, and that's not against the law.

Then why did you need to hide in the toilets

and creep around the pub in the middle of the night?

I needed to talk to Stan on his own.

- What else happened in that room? - Nothing.

I didn't k*ll him, if that's what you're asking.

Who said anyone k*lled him?

Russell Bryant, I'm arresting you on suspicion of m*rder.

He left this.

"Gone in van. Send backup."

What were you thinking? He's ten years old!

- I told him to wait. - He should never have been there.

It's not my fault. He could have been doing this for weeks.

I don't know what's got into him.

Our priority is to find Al Paxton. Fast.

I was concerned there might be vascular damage.

That doesn't seem likely now.

But you do have transient global amnesia, caused by an injury

to the left side of the limbic system in the brain.

I didn't understand a word of that.

Don't worry, neither did I.

I can't do much more here.

We'll transfer you to a convalescent home by the sea

and hopefully with sufficient rest, you'll recover.

Oh, that does sound nice.

Nurse Cassidy will go with you.

Sorry to interrupt. It's an emergency.

Peggy, I'm not messing around.

Don Wetherby's young lad has got it into his head

to get onto the back of Al Paxton's van

and we don't know where he's gone.

- There's no point asking her. - No point at all.

He's a ten-year-old. He could be in real danger.

She has amnesia.

I can't remember a thing.

Don is beside himself with worry. I need your help.

- Look, I'm sorry-- - Peggy!

You're the only person that can help us find him.

If anything should happen to him--

Oh, for goodness' sake!

Al Paxton's got an old warehouse on the Ashfordly Road,

near the High Thorpe Bridge.

And while we're at it, our David's pools coupon's

behind our kitchen clock.

And as for you, you've no right to treat Nurse Cassidy like that.

She may not know much about limbic whatsits,

but she's got more nous than you will ever have,

you great pompous stuffed shirt!

That's not entirely fair.

I speak as I find. You're well out of that one, lovey.

Now, who's going to drive me home?

WHISTLE TOOTS

Wait! Let's see what's what first.

That's the van.

AL: I'm going to break your ruddy neck!

Younger, wait here. We'll see if we can find another way in.

I mean it!

You'll have it, kid!

You say you wanted to talk to Stan Sparrow.

Why was it so urgent?

I've got a wife, a family, a respectable job.

There are things about my past that I'm not too proud of.

Youthful indiscretions.

I didn't need Stan splashing them all over the Sunday papers.

We were close a long time ago, but not any more.

If he hadn't been ill, I'd never have been his best man.

I wanted nothing to do with him.

What happened when you went to the room?

I went to wake him, but he wouldn't wake up,

so I tried to revive him.

But... I know I should have got some help, but it was too late.

You expect me to believe that?

I swear he was already dead.

It would have been very easy for you to put a pillow over his face.

All I did was take the tapes.

What about the key?

I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could.

I locked the door and took it with me.

I didn't want to have to explain all this.

I know how it must look.

It was easier to leave the key in Cathy's room this morning.

When you get a moment, DS Dawson would like you to call her.

BEN: Help!

Help!

Help!

- Ben! Son. - I'm all right, Dad.

But I think the suspect's hurt himself. I locked him in there.

If you ever pull a stunt like that again!

Shut up!

I've done nowt wrong.

I didn't know t'kid was in t'back of t'van.

But you knew about the stolen bottles of sauce.

Property of British Railways.

Looks like you've met your match, pal.

Are you sure?

No, I'll tell Sergeant Miller.

Bad news?

It depends how you look at it. The post-mortem results are in.

Stan Sparrow wasn't m*rder*d.

I thought there were marks on his face.

It looks like those were caused by someone trying to revive him.

Probably the man I've arrested for his m*rder.

That's tricky.

Could be.

He's the town clerk, and it looks like he's been telling the truth.

Sergeant Miller won't be too happy.

I need to listen to those tapes again.

You should have a few minutes before he gets back.

It'll give you time to read this. Oscar asked me to dig it out.

It's the file from the Burwood Electrical Warehouse case.

Here.

- Good for shock. - I'm all right.

Well, I'm not.

It's been a while since we had a chat.

Shouldn't you go back?

There's no rush.

I've been rushing a lot lately.

Ever since we moved to Ashfordly.

It's not your fault.

It is my fault.

A lot of things are my fault.

I'm sorry for... you know. I was trying to help.

You did well.

I didn't know you were interested in what I do at work.

Yeah. You used to talk about it all the time.

It was great.

And I don't do that now?

Why did we have to come here?

I thought you'd like it.

And you will, if I gave you half a chance.

These last few months...

I haven't been much of a dad, have I?

You're a great dad.

I'll try to be.

I promise.

Stan Sparrow d*ed of natural causes.

You kept me here for hours to tell me that?

What a complete waste of time.

There is another matter.

I've listened to some more of the tapes.

It's no wonder you were worried.

Stan talks a lot about the Burwood Electricals break-in.

That's just his version.

It seems to fit with the information that we have on file.

Stan was a police informant.

He had to finger someone for the break-in.

So he shopped Dickie Durston. And he protected you.

You can prove that, can you?

It's all there in the tapes.

Durston went to prison and he d*ed there.

Stan looked after his wife and he made Cathy a star.

It looked like everyone was going to live happily ever after

until Stan got ill and he started to feel guilty.

He was the fixer, the manager.

But this? This was the one thing he couldn't make right.

He's had this hanging over him for the past years.

But then so have you.

Stan came back to Ashfordly to try to make things right.

This is your chance to do the same.

Alfred Routledge.

That was his name. The night watchman.

We sent money to his wife. His kids too.

We looked after them.

But you let an innocent man go to prison.

No. No, that was Dickie's idea.

He did it for me and Stan.

He'd done time before, not like us.

His life was a mess, but he could see we both had a future.

So he pleaded guilty and stuck to it.

Did you k*ll Alfred Routledge?

You heard the tapes.

We were all in on it.

I pulled the trigger.

But we were all guilty.

- What on earth's going on? - Bryant's confessed to m*rder.

I've just spoken to DS Dawson. There was no m*rder.

There was.

We've the right suspect, but for the wrong m*rder.

Where are you off to?

My mum's. Stan always said I needed looking after.

She's the only one daft enough to do it now.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

Play your cards right, you might be in there.

- She just got married yesterday. - And?

Go home, Wetherby.

On my way, Sarge.

You too, Younger.

He did well, that lad of yours.

I was very proud of him.

He must have got it from somewhere.

Fancy a swift half?

Me?

Yes. Thank you.

Thank you, by the way, for saving my bacon.

There was always something that bothered me about that case.

I'm glad justice has been done at last.

There's one thing I don't understand.

Why Durston didn't say that it was Bryant

who k*lled the night watchman.

When you're on our side of the law, it's very difficult to understand

the honour among thieves.

I don't see much honour.

That makes two of us.

Geoffrey, allow me to buy you a pint.

I'm with Don.

Gina, two pints for these fine young men.

Now, seeing as how I provided

valuable information to the police,

is there any chance of overlooking

anything that might have been in the back of my lorry?

What are you talking about?

The R-U-M.

Oh, those bottles? Ah, yes, now.

That wasn't rum. It was...

Well, I don't know how to put it politely.

Cow's urine.

You must be joking!

Oh, I thought I was going to prison.

So did I.

I'll k*ll that Al Paxton.

- You might have to join the queue. - Right, that's three and six.

Oh, no, drinks are on David, tonight.

Come on then. Show us some of them lovely winnings.

I spent them.

I bought a nice new collar and a lead for Deefer.

Yeah. And the rest?

There's only threepence change.

Out of a jackpot of thousands?

Thousands! It was only five bob.

You didn't... You didn't think that Deefer won the jackpot.

She's just a dog!