18x05 - Guilty Secrets

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

SIREN WAILING

MUSIC: 'Summertime Blues' by The Who

♪ I'm gonna raise a fuss

♪ I'm gonna raise a holler

♪ About working all summer

♪ Just to try to earn a dollar

SIRENS WAILING

♪ I went to the boss Said I had a date

♪ The boss said

♪ No dice, son You've gotta work late

♪ Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do

♪ Cos there ain't no cure

♪ For the summertime blues ♪

MAN: Thanks for responding so quickly.

A warehouse got knocked off a couple of hours ago.

They stole a load of electrical items.

Kettles, toasters. DS Siddons has had a strong tip-off.

Big Frank Batley's in the frame.

- Oh, brilliant. -Who's Frank Batley?

A right handful.

Ex-rugby league player. Never comes quietly.

My snout's reliable.

If we move now, we can nick him with the gear.

Fair enough. All we need before breakfast is a punch-up

with Big Frank.

Don't think CID aren't grateful.

DS Dawson got teas and bacon rolls to have on the way.

Oh! Thank you, sergeant.

It needs a woman's touch to think of things like that.

GEOFF:Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Bernard Scripps.

Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.

Where?

Well, you'd be better off

calling the Co-op or Fred Jepson.

They're both nearer to you.

Really?

Erm, well... what's the name again?

No, I can't say it rings any bells.

You'd better give me some details.

That's the house. No sign of the van, though.

The curtains are drawn.Looks like the wife's still in bed.

- She can be a handful. - Need someone round the back.

Leave all that to us, eh?

Your job's to keep Tina Batley quiet.

If there is a handbag fight, make sure you win.

On his way. Van's a couple of streets away.

Positions, everyone. Let's move it.

Police officer.

Leave him alone, you bullies!

-Stay out of this, Mrs Batley. - GEOFF: Mind yourself.

GRUNTS

Ow.

Hey, get out! Where's your warrant?

Police brutality, this is!

You'll pay for these breakages! I'll make sure of that!

CRASHING

Hold him.

Five coppers to one man! You cowards.

MUSIC: 'In the Summertime' by Mungo Jerry

Morning!

Mind the shop, eh, David? I've got funeral business.

Oh! Bit early for all that, isn't it?

A lady the other side of Tapton d*ed during the night.

She personally requested that I look after her funeral.

- Which is a bit odd. - Why?

Isn't that what undertakers do, Bernard?

The others are a lot nearer. That's why.

The best of my knowledge, I never met her.

Well, don't look a gift horse in the mouth, eh?

That's one way of putting it, I suppose.

Oh, I always thought that was a stupid expression.

Why would anyone look in a horse's mouth anyway?

David, just...

INDISTINCT CHATTER

There's cottonwool there.

Should stop blood dripping down your shirt.

Thanks, sergeant.

-He nicked more than this. - TINA: Oi!

Which one of you thieving toerags has had my money?

- Someone's stolen my cash! - Oh, get lost, Tina.

- quid off the sideboard! - Rubbish!

Where would you get that sort of money?

I drew it out of the bank, to buy a car!

Really? We got what we came for.

We don't need fairy stories, as well.

I'll report you. Phone the papers.

Not getting away with it just because you're coppers.

Hold it.Are you alleging that a theft has taken place?

My money's gone. One of you lot must have swiped it.

MILLER:If you're wasting police time,

you'll be down the station with your husband.

-I'm not messing about! - MILLER: All right.

Four officers went into your house.

PC Mason and I were only in the garden. Agreed?

PC Mason will search the officers in your presence

and also your husband, who was in the house.

Oh, come on! It's obviously a try-on.

An allegation has been made. We'll deal with it correctly.

ENGINE STOPS

DAWN: You landed the job, then, eh?

Is it going to be a big do?

Oh, will they be needing catering?

Bernie!

What's up with him? Looks like he's seen a ghost.

Right. Everyone's clean.

-Satisfied? - TINA: No.

-Must be hidden somewhere. - Where do you suggest?

I don't know! Ask them!

One of 'em's stashed it somewhere.

Oh, get stuffed, Tina. Mason, search the vehicles.

We should do her for wasting police time.

Damn right.

Sergeant Miller?

- Is this your money? - No, of course not.

Told you.

-The thieving cow nicked it. - MAN: No, she didn't!

You planted this, you devious little tart.

MILLER: That's enough, DS Siddons.

Can you explain how this money got into your car?

N-No. No, I can't.

DAVID: There's definitely something up.

He's barely said a word since he got back.

Don't you reckon he looks a bit depressed?

Well, it's sometimes hard to tell with Bernie.

He's not one of life's natural smilers.

Come on, sarge. Nobody believes you took the money.

But unless I can prove it,

it'll be her word against mine.

A criminal's wife against a copper with a good record?

She hasn't a hope.

I need her to admit she planted it,

otherwise, well, mud sticks.

Hey, don't worry, love.

We'll sort it out one way or the other.

Thanks, Harry, for your support.

But this is a police station, not a rugby scrum.

HQ are sending a senior officer from the Durham force

to handle the matter.

Mrs Batley alleges £ was taken from her sideboard

during a police operation.

An identical amount of cash

was found in your police vehicle.

So how did it come to be there?

I've no idea, sir.

I certainly didn't take it from the house.

You were in there longer than other officers.

-Correct? - Yes, sir. I wasn't alone.

I was with Mrs Batley the whole time.

Even so, with all that was going on,

you had an opportunity to take money

that may have been there, yes?

I don't recall seeing any money, sir.

None of the other officers can, either.

Possibly because your male colleagues

were preoccupied with arresting a violent suspect.

Look, did you see Mrs Batley go near your car at any point?

No, sir, I didn't.

SIGHS

Did you return to your vehicle yourself

during the arrest of Mr Batley?

No, sir. Not until it was over.

Sir, if I may say, this is...

Clearly an attempt by Mrs Batley

to hit back at us for arresting her husband.

Perhaps so, sergeant. Perhaps so.

But under the circumstances, I have no option at present

but to suspend you from duty with immediate effect.

Your warrant card, please.

Suspended. Barred from HQ.

No contact with other officers.

I've even got to catch the bus home.

It's like I'm the criminal!

Truth's bound to come out.

- I damn well hope so. -We have to help her.

We need to thinkabout what we say when we're interviewed.

Sarge, something about Tina Batley's appearance

has been niggling me.

We can't have this conversation.

A surprise dawn arrest,

yet she's fully dressed, hair done,

makeup, lipstick, the lot.

It's six in the morning.

-Isn't that odd? - You might be right, Joe.

I appreciate your concern,

but you shouldn't get involved.

I know I'm innocent

and I'm sure the truth will come out.

Until it does I just need to try and keep a cool head.

ZIPPER CLOSES

Oh, thanks, Oscar.

I can't believe the shock it's given me.

I've seen enough dead folk in my time.

But seeing her lying there.

It was her married name I didn't recognise.

I'd no idea this woman would turn out to be Amy.

- Amy Nightingale. - You knew her, then?

Knew her? She was the love of my life.

I hadn't seen her since before the w*r.

It was a real shock, I tell you.

Ah. I can imagine.

You know, all these years, I've never forgotten her.

I never understood why one minute

we were sweethearts, well, lovers,

and the next, she'd ended it and gone from my life.

This morning I found out why.

Her parents made her finish with me.

They sent her away to stay with an auntie.

You see, she'd fallen pregnant.

You what?

Well, I never knew. Nobody told me.

She had a daughter, who was adopted at birth.

After the family moved away,

Amy met another chap and had a family of her own.

Her husband d*ed a few years back.

But before she went...

her conscience made her finally

let me know the truth.

SIGHS

Good Lord.

Somewhere out there is a grown woman,

my flesh and blood, my child.

A child I never knew I had.

SIGHS

Will you help me find her, Oscar?

Please, will you help me find my daughter?

It just needs a couple of us

to tell the DCI we saw Tina Batley

near DS Dawson's car at some point.

That'll give the impression

that she planted the cash herself.

An attempt to get back at us for nicking her husband.

-I'm not sure I did see her. - That doesn't matter.

Just tell him you did.

It does matter, DS Siddons.

My officers will give an honest

and truthful account of events.

Anyone who attempts to do otherwise,

whatever their motives,

will face severe disciplinary action.

- Is that understood? - BOTH: Yes, sarge.

PC Wetherby, you're first.

I'm not surprised he needed a Scotch.

It'd shake me a bit to suddenly find out I was a dad.

I bet it would.

So are you gonna help him find his long-lost daughter?

Well, I've told him it won't be easy.

I'm not sure it's a good idea.

DAWN: He should be careful and all.

She could be trouble. Young women these days.

Yes, indeed, Dawn. Good point.

I can understand him wanting to find her, though.

He's never been married

and he hasn't really got anyone close to him any more.

He was very fond of Rosie, but...

Well, he's got us lot, though, hasn't he?

Yeah, but we're not flesh and blood, David.

We're not as close as, say, you are to your Auntie Peggy.

Ah, not the best example you could think of.

Well, it's probably set him thinking.

It's such a lovely thing to father a child.

Once you've had a child of your own,

they're always with you, somewhere in your thoughts.

It's true for me, too.

Oh, come on, you two!

I'm going to shove off before the violins start!

-Hm! - Hmm.

You didn't see Mrs Batley

go anywhere near that car at any time?

No, sir, but she must have done, obviously.

How about DS Dawson herself?

See her go to her car before money was found?

No, sir.

Well, yes.

-She did, briefly. - Well?

Yeah, to get the first-aid kit.

Some of us had cuts and things.

So before the money was discovered,

DS Dawson did in fact go back to her car?

Yes, sir.

But she didn't steal any money, sir.

Mrs Batley must have put it there.

Thank you, PC Younger.

That's all.

I hope I haven't dropped her in it.

What could I say? That's what I saw.

-I could do with a pint. - GEOFF: Definitely. Me, too.

-Joe? - I'll give it a miss tonight.

MUSIC: 'A Question of Temperature' by Balloon Farm

♪ A sudden rise in the mercury

♪ There's a thumping in my heart

♪ It just had to be

♪ Is it a question of love?

♪ Huh

♪ Is it a state of mind? No, no, no, no

♪ It's a question of...

♪ It's a question of... Of temperature ♪

You're aware you've made a serious allegation.

It could ruin a career.

She should have thought of that

before she stole my money.

Making false allegations

and attempting to pervert the course of justice

are serious matters.

You say you withdrew this money from the bank.

I were going to buy a car with it.

And I will, soon as you lot give it me back.

I must first ascertain the cash

found in DS Dawson's car is indeed yours.

They were brand-new notes.

That shouldn't be too difficult to establish.

Carol, you've been trying to find out

who your real parents were.

I were hoping you could give us some tips.

I tried without success, I'm afraid.

I've been to Dr Barnardo's and they were very helpful

but I haven't got enough information to go on.

Oscar reckons we're not badly placed.

We know where and when the baby was born.

You're doing better than I am.

Hmm. Funny old world, isn't it?

There's you, who'd give anything

to find out who your real mum and dad were,

and now me, suddenly finding I've got an adopted daughter,

a lass who could very well be like you, I suppose.

Shame the dates don't match! It'd make things simpler,

if I was your long-lost daughter.

That'd be really funny.

Why would having me as a daughter be so funny?

I didn't mean that!

I'd love to have a daughter like you!

No, I mean, well, at my age,

having a nurse in the family might come in quite handy.

Look at him there. Asks me to come for a pint.

Then spends the whole time chatting to Gina.

DOORBELL RINGS

Can I have a word?

You know I'm not allowed to talk to you.

I'm not here as a policeman. I'm here as a friend.

We're both taking a risk here.

Geoff didn't mean to drop you in it,

but he told DCI Clegg you went to your car,

for the first-aid kit, before the money was found.

Oh, yes. Of course.

I forgot to mention that when he questioned me.

He may ask you about it again.

It hasn't made you lot doubt me, has it,

knowing I'd been to my car?

Of course not. We all know Tina Batley's behind this.

I went to her street this evening to make enquiries.

You did what? Do you want to get yourself suspended too?

In civvies. I was very discreet.

Her neighbours reckon

that Tina normally has late nightsand sleeps in.

Unusual to be up as early as she was today,

dolled up like she was.

Well, perhaps she was just waiting

for Frank to come home, wanted to look her best.

Unlikely. Apparently the marriage is less than happy.

Joe, there's no point both of us ending up in trouble.

You're risking your career. You shouldn't be.

I happen to think you're good at your job.

I don't want to see you lose it.

Thanks. That means a lot to me.

DS Dawson is an officer who commands a lot of respect,

not least from me.

It's an absurd allegation,

but we need to let DCI Clegg get on with the enquiry,

and we must get on with our work now.

Starting with stolen electric kettles and toasters.

The warehouse owner has confirmed

a good deal more stock was taken

than was found in Frank Batley's van,

so we need to keep our eyes and ears open

for reports of any of these items

turning up on the cheap.

- All right? - ALL: Yes, sarge.

RINGS

Morning.

I shouldn't be here. I know.

Short of getting Tina in the cells

and b*ating the truth out of her,

there's no easy way to prove she planted it.

So, we have to come at it another way.

You go back to DCI Clegg

and admit you did take the money,

but you didn't steal it.

You had reason to believe

it was part of the proceeds from the robbery.

You took the money, but it was a genuine mistake.

If I thought the money was the proceeds of a crime,

why wouldn't I say that in the first place?

Because in the light of her theft accusations,

you panicked.

So you'd confirm there was cash

stolen from the warehouse?

-Mm. - What'd you expect in return?

Oh! Nothing.

You've made it clear you don't fancy me.

I just don't want Tina Batley to get away with this.

Well, thanks for your suggestion.

DCI Clegg's asked to see me again today.

I think I'll just stick to the actual truth.

That's up to you, love. Just wanted to help.

Look, I know we've had our differences,

but we're on the same side in this.

-Hi, Jenny. - Hello, Joe.

- What can I do for you? - I've a nephew in Scotland.

It's his birthday next month. I send him money in a card.

- Possible to get new notes? - Of course. No problem.

All right, so people sometimes do that, do they?

They specify that they want newly issued notes?

Sometimes.

We paid out a large cheque in new notes the other day.

- Really? - Lady insisted on new notes.

-£, I believe it was. - Oh, right.

Well, thanks for your help. I'll pop in nearer the time.

DAWN: Have you found her then yet?

Hope she's not like her dad. She won't be a laugh a minute.

"Hi, my name's Bernadette.

It's being so cheerful that keeps me going."

Don't be mean.

I bet Bernie was quite dashing as a young man, eh?

Oh, I doubt it.

I don't think Bernie's ever dashed anywhere.

What's she gonna look like?

Them ears, a long nose and a moustache?

All right. That's enough.

Are you actually getting anywhere?

It's more promising than I thought.

PHONE RINGS

That'll be for me.

Hmm.

KNOCK ON DOOR

PC Wetherby picked up a whisper

of somebody trying to sell electric kettles

in a pub in Ashfordly last night.

He's gone to investigate.

I want you on call in case he finds anything.

How's it looking for DS Dawson, sarge?

I'm supposed to stay impartial,

but it looks as if she's really been stitched up.

SIGHS

"Female CID sergeant"? I'm the only one in the division.

They might as well have printed my name.

It's not just you.

This sort of press damages the good name

of the police service as a whole, Miss Dawson!

The bank has now confirmed

that the notes found in your car

were those issued to Mrs Batley.

However, none of the other officers

saw Mrs Batley go anywhere near your car.

So if she planted the money,

how and when did she do it?

I've no idea, sir.

You, on the other hand,

did return to your vehicle before money was discovered.

You went to get a first-aid kit, I believe.

Yes, sir. That's correct. I did.

You omitted to mention that when I first questioned you.

Why?

I think, sir, I told you I didn't return to my car

until the arrest was over, which was true.

But you were seen by another officer

going into your car

just before money was found in there.

Evening! Smart motor you've got there.

Don't start. At least it goes.

On sergeant's pay

thought you'd have something a bit more classy.

Finance companies are wary of giving single women credit.

- Really? - Yeah.

They think without husbands to look after us,

we'll fail to make repayments.

Get pregnant, lose our jobs.

Ah. Never thought about that.

DAWSON: Things look a bit bleak for me now.

DCI Clegg's furious the press have got onto it

and I think his priority

is to see the police don't suffer for this.

JOE: Even if it means sacrificing

a good officer to do that?

Look, I don't think Tina planted that money

in the spur of the moment.

Really?

When she withdrew the money, she asked for new notes.

She was going to buy a car.

Why would she bother getting new notes for that?

She went to the bank the day

before we turned up to arrest Frank.

How did she know we'd be there?

She must have been tipped off.

A snout told CID about Frank and the robbery

at the warehouse.

What if it was Tina who gave the information to the snout?

Why would she do that?

The Batleys' marriage is rocky.

If Tina and the snout are having an affair,

tipping us off about Frank

gets him nicked and out of the way.

Frank doesn't suspect her. She acts the loyal wife.

Sticks up for him when we lift him.

Then pulls a clever stunt in revenge for his arrest.

- So who was the snout? - Siddons didn't say.

He always plays his cards close to his chest.

He seems keen to nail Tina for this.

Then I'll have a word with him.

Joe?

-Thanks. - Don't mention it.

BERTIE:I'm not sure I want to know now.

OSCAR:After the work I've put in?

Well, I do and I don't. I'm all butterflies.

Have you found her, then?

Well, not exactly, but I'm getting close.

From the nursing home and adoption agency records,

I eventually found out the name

of the couple who adopted the baby.

I used an old retired CID friend

who lives in that area.

He checked out the old electoral rolls

going back to that time.

They disappeared off the roll some time back.

When my old friend visited their last-known address,

he discovered they'd moved to somewhere near Whitby.

So I checked out the current electoral roll in Whitby.

And guess what, Bernie? They're on it.

So, what are you saying, Oscar?

I'm saying I haven't found your daughter yet,

but I've managed to locate the whereabouts

of the couple who adopted her.

-Morning, Geoff. - Joe! You're in trouble.

- There's been a call-- - Mason! My office! Now!

What are you trying to do? Get yourself suspended too?

- Sorry, sarge? - "Sergeant"!

Had a call from the manager of the Provincial Bank.

Apparently you were in there yesterday, asking questions

about Mrs Batley's new banknotes.

Not exactly, sergeant.

Don't flannel me, Mason!

He was puzzled

because he'd already talked to DCI Clegg about the matter.

Now, you know this is an internal police enquiry.

You have no authority to be asking questions on your own

or involving yourself in any way!

-Is that understood? - Yes, sergeant.

Strictly speaking,

I should report your intervention to DCI Clegg.

I'm sure he'd take a very serious view of the matter.

But I am prepared, just this once,

to see it as a misguided attempt on your part

to see justice done for a fellow officer.

I want your full assurance that the matter

of DS Dawson's suspension

will be left entirely in the proper hands.

Any more of this stupidity, you'll be out on your ear.

-Is that understood? - Yes, sergeant.

Right. Now, get out.

Whitby?

To think she might be that close.

No, no. I'd better leave it.

Best not to...

Mind you, she might be like Carol,

dying to know who her real mum and dad were.

Then again, it could be

an unwelcome intrusion in her life.

Yes, no. Yes. Better leave it.

What do you think?

It doesn't matter what I think, Bernie.

I reckon Tina knew we'd be there

that morning to arrest Frank.

How? We obviously didn't tell her.

And if she did know,

why didn't she warn Frank we were coming?

I think she had her reasons.

The only person who knew, apart from us,

was the snout who gave you the tip-off.

I think he found out Frank's plans from Tina.

I reckon they might have been having an affair.

This was the perfect way for her to get sh*t of Frank.

Take a brave man to have a ding-dong with Frank's wife.

Can I ask you who your snout is?

He comes to me because he knows I keep it quiet.

If it leaked he was a grass, you can imagine.

- He'd be in deep trouble. - Fair enough.

But would you try and find out

what his relationship with Tina Batley is?

I can't see him risking something like that,

but anything to help.

Right now Rachel can use all the help we can give her.

"Rachel," eh?

You're on first name terms with DS Dawson, are you?

Why shouldn't I be?

Well, I don't blame you for trying to be.

Attractive woman.

Always fancied a go at her myself.

You'll let me know about the snout, then?

And probably best we don't bother

Sergeant Miller with all this.

Leave it with me.

MUSIC: 'All Strung Out Over You' by The Chambers Brothers

♪ I got the habit

♪ And I can't kick it

♪ I've got to fight your love

♪ And I can't resist it

♪ Baby I'm all strung out over you ♪

Hello, sweetheart. Nice surprise.

Don't be daft! Not on the doorstep!

-No one's about. - Shut the door.

There was no snout!

Tina tipped off Siddons about the robbery.

But why did she target you as well?

It must have been Siddons' idea.

He's never forgiven me for turning down his advances.

Kept suggesting we had a dirty weekend in Whitby.

At some hotel he knows.

This is his revenge, it seems.

All that talk about getting you off the hook.

He's a convincing liar.

Had us all going at the station.

Think. If DCI Clegg clears me for lack of evidence,

just by having me suspended, he's damaged my reputation.

Question is, if they did plan all this together,

how do we prove it?

MUSIC: 'Only Event' by Francesco Digilio

I'm not sure I can do this.

Bernie, it's easy! There's the bell.

Just go up to it and press.

- No, I can't. Let's go home. - Come on.

I'm not toing and froing to Whitby all day

while you keep changing your mind!

No, hang on. All right, I'll do it. I'll talk to him.

-Are you sure? - Yes.

- I want you to come with me. - Oh, for goodness' sake.

All right. Come on.

♪ Don't cry for me

You needn't grip me like I'm a prisoner in custody.

Just get your finger out and press.

RINGS

Stay!

- OSCAR: Ah, Mr Penfold. - Mr Scripps.

No, he's Mr Scripps. I'm Oscar Blaketon.

I'm with him because, er...

Well, he wants me to be.

You'd better come in.

I know it must have come as a shock to you.

You'll appreciate, finding out late in life

that I'm a father is for me, too.

I never married and had children, you see.

Elsie, my late-wife,

couldn't have a baby of her own.

That's why we adopted her.

Yes. What's she like? I don't even know her name.

What did you call her?

I'm not going to tell you, I'm afraid.

I'm not going to tell you anything about her.

You agreed to discuss things with Mr Scripps.

I agreed to meet him, with one intention.

To persuade him to drop the matter.

Well, I can see that from your point of view,

but what about your daughter?

Has she ever expressed a wish

to know who her real parents were?

No, she hasn't. She's no idea she was adopted.

I'm not sure it'll work. I've only one sh*t at this.

If it goes wrong, then...

GEOFF: 'Control to Delta Alpha .'

Delta Alpha receiving. Over.

'Don Wetherby called for assistance.

Reckons he's found Big Frank's fence.'

Where is he?

'Lockup garages off Finlay Street.'

I'm on my way. Out.

Sorry. I'll call you later.

Lenny Parkin, better known as Lenny the Fence.

He's dead slippery.

Been flogging the electrical stuff

all over the last two days.

Right. Let's have a look.

Oi! Parkin! What's all this, then?

Oof! Just put it down.

Stop messing about!

Get back here!

Get him!

Me and Elsie decided to bring her up

as if she was our very own child.

We felt she need never know.

We didn't want her to have

to endure the stigma of adoption.

She thinks she's ours.

If she finds out we've lied after all these years...

No. You found me, you can find her,

but I'm begging you, please, leave well alone.

But if I do, I'm left with nothing.

I don't even know her name or what she looks like.

-My own daughter! - Biologically, perhaps.

But in every other sense, she's mine.

Well, that didn't take long.

Have a chip.

I've asked around and she's living here too, Bernie.

-Her name is Ruth. - Ruth!

Nice name, Ruth.

Yeah, , married a couple of years,

to a chap called Gavin.

He's got a pottery and shop outlet somewhere round here.

She went for someone with his own business, then.

Like me.

According to the woman in the fish shop,

Ruth is pregnant with her first baby.

No! Really?

First, I'm a dad and now I'm going to be a grandad!

So what do you reckon?

Well, I don't know, Oscar. I mean...

Having come this far, whatever happens,

at least I'd like to see what she looks like.

Well, that's what I thought.

So I booked us into a B&B for tonight

and we'll see what tomorrow brings, eh?

Thanks for coming. I need your help.

Let me get you a drink first.

-Scotch, wasn't it? - Yeah.

Losing my job would destroy me.

It's my whole life.

- I'd do anything to keep it. -Anything?

If Tina was to admit she'd planted the money,

she'd be in trouble,

but her whole life wouldn't be ruined.

Not like mine.

How do you mean?

She could say she was angry

about the police behaviour in her house -

crockery smashed, et cetera.

The police were heavy-handed with Frank.

She made up the allegation on the spur of the moment

and regrets it now.

Having come forward voluntarily,

she'd likely get off with a strong caution.

How do we get her to admit the truth?

I was hoping you might help me.

I've a feeling you could persuade her.

Why should I be able to do that?

I picked up a whisper from a lad on the CID team

that you might be close to Tina.

Oh, yeah? Who from, exactly?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

They were very discreet. I can be, too.

And I know you're very persuasive.

I couldn't persuade you

to come to Whitby for a weekend, could I?

As I said, I'd do anything to keep my job.

Tempting.

But no. Sorry.

Can't help you.

Oh, and I interviewed Mrs Batley

in relation to offences her husband's charged with.

That's all.

And that little, er, whisper you picked up? It's wrong.

I'm not a mug, Rachel.

SIGHS

MUSIC: 'One of these Days' by Pink Floyd

I want a word with you!

I'm not going to let you

ruin a decent officer's career.

- She stole my money! - No, she didn't.

You cooked this up with Siddons.

You betrayed your husband and you framed DS Dawson.

If you don't come clean,

I'll make sure Frank knows about your infidelity.

I think we both know what his reaction might be.

You wouldn't dare. Anyway, he'd never believe a copper.

You sure about that, Tina?

I've heard that Frank is a very jealous man.

Imagine what he'd do if he suspected

his wife was messing around with a CID officer.

Who'd protect you then?

No. No. Harry said we had nothing to fear.

And that if you were to come bothering me,

I was to phone Sergeant Miller in Ashfordly.

Hmm! You've no proof.

No right to be here.

All right, then.

Call him.

Right, Bernie. You'll never have a better opportunity.

She's up there, on the headland,

sitting on a bench, knitting.

I'd better get the right one. What does she look like?

How many -year-old pregnant women

do you think will be sitting on a bench knitting?

Just go!

MUSIC: 'Time in a Bottle' by Jim Croce

♪ If I could save time in a bottle

♪ The first thing that I'd like to do

♪ Is to save every day

Hello! Lovely view, isn't it?

Yes. Yeah.

♪ To spend them with you ♪

Sorry to interrupt, sarge,

but if she's not already done so,

Mrs Batley's about to call you.

- I've just been to see her. - You've been where?

I expect that'll be for the baby.

Yes. It's a shawl.

I'm a bit nervous. It's our first one.

Have you got children yourself?

-Grown up now, I suppose. - Er, yes.

I have a daughter.

You've got nice kind eyes. I bet you're a lovely dad.

- I don't know about that! - I'm very lucky.

My dad's really smashing. The best. My mum was, too.

She d*ed, sadly, before I fell pregnant.

But at least she knew we were trying for a baby.

I'll record this visit

as a follow-up interview about the robbery.

But we've got to be really careful from now on.

I called you because PC Mason came around.

-He knows, Harry. - No need to panic.

All he's got are suspicions, Not proof.

There is nothing in writing or anything to incriminate us.

He knows I tipped you off about Frank.

Don't worry. I talked to one of my regular snouts.

He's prepared to say

he gave me the info, if necessary.

And what about the money in the car?

No one saw me plant that cash.

They can suspect all they like.

They've no proof.

We have now, DS Siddons.

A good-to-be-alive kind of day, isn't it?

I love it here, the sea.

Anyway, it was nice to meet you.

I enjoyed our chat.

-Ruth? - How do you know my name?

I'm sorry. It was presumptuous of me.

I was in your husband's pottery shop once,

and I heard somebody call you that.

Right! What did you want to say?

It's none of my business,

but if you have a girl, what about the name Amy?

Amy. It's nice, Amy. Simple.

I'll put it down as a suggestion.

- And if it's a boy? - Oh, I don't know.

Your dad sounds a nice chap.

Perhaps he could be named after him.

We'll see. Bye, then.

♪ It's not time to make a change

♪ Just relax, take it easy

♪ You're still young That's your fault

♪ There's so much you have to know

♪ Find a girl Settle down

♪ If you want you can marry ♪

Is that a tear I detect in your eye?

Don't be daft. It's the wind.

CLICKS TONGUE

- Did you tell her? - No.

No, no. She's very contented.

She's a bright, cheery, optimistic young woman.

She loves the dad she already has. Best leave it.

CHUCKLES

Bright, cheery, optimistic, eh?

Oh, yeah. She's my daughter all right.

Yes. Spitting image in every sense.

Ha, ha! Oh, Bernie.

Come on. I'll buy you a drink.

ALL: Cheers!

-I knew you'd get off, sarge. - Mm. All thanks to PC Mason.

-Stop it, I'm blushing! - Come on, let's grab a seat.

-Thanks, Oscar. - Thanks.

Painful in the end,

but I decidedsome things are best left as they are.

You did what was best in your particular circumstances.

For the best all round, I reckon.

How about you and Joe. No regrets?

No. Some things just run their course.

Like you said, best left as they are.

I am very grateful.

I said before, you're a good copper.

Well, a lot of male colleagues

might have wanted something in return.

But you had no ulterior motive.

I respect that.

Can't be easy, I guess, being a woman

in an all-male world, like the force.

No, it's not.

That's not to say I don't find you attractive.

-Oh! Really? - Yeah.

But no offence.

I would never proposition a female colleague,

especially a senior officer.

Who do you usually proposition, then?

I don't!I tend to let the women make the first move.

Just to avoid misunderstandings.

Oh, you like the woman to make the first move?

Mm.

How about a dirty weekend in Whitby, then?

JOE LAUGHS

Hang on. You're not being serious?