18x18 - Ties That Bind

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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: 'In the Midnight Hour by Wilson Pickett

Hold it. Over there!

Keys! Now!

Come on!

Open it! Open it!

Stay there!

Good.

♪ All right Play it for me one time now ♪

TYRES SCREECHING

Joe, can you move your bike? I can't get in.

Sorry. Was just about to leave.

Come on. I haven't got time for this.

I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you.

Oh, yeah?

By taking you to dinner tonight.

I don't know. Sounds more like bribery to me.

It is. What do you say?

OK. You're on!

GEOFF ONRADIO: 'Control to Delta Alpha -.'

-Receiving. Go ahead, Geoff. - 'You're needed here, Joe.'

You all know DI Turner from Serious Crime Squad.

-He's in charge of this case. - Morning.

They're a vicious team.

They seriously assaulted the postmaster.

A pattern's emerging. They hit village post offices.

Soft targets. First Carnley.

Last week Oakthorpe and now Shenley.

Seems there are three in the g*ng.

Two for the raid, plus a getaway driver.

They carry g*ns. They don't mind using v*olence.

The postmaster's now in intensive care.

It doesn't look good.

You didn't need to hit him so hard. Or at all!

Oi!You don't tell me what to do.

-I run this. You got it? - Yeah, of course.

I'm sorry, Steve. I'm sorry.

One of my team is off sick.

I need a uniformed officer seconded to CID.

Could be dangerous work.

PC Mason has had some experience with CID.

-He can assist you on this. - Sergeant.

It's vital we catch this g*ng.

Uniform can help by patrolling post offices

as often as possible.

PEGGY: Eh, I don't know what the world's coming to.

It's shocking the amount of v*olence

used on this poor postmaster.

They should never have abolished hanging.

PEGGY: No.

How's your Cynthia? Haven't seen her about lately.

Oh, sadly, she's in a nursing home just now.

Her health isn't so good, you see.

I'm sorry to hear that.

She's done a lot for the community, has Cynthia.

Mm.

How are you managing on your own, then, Mr Walton?

Oh, I get by.

But I'm afraid domestic tasks

have never been exactly my thing!

HE CHUCKLES

Left all that to Cynthia, you see!

Well, could you do with a bit of help?

I'd be more than happy to pop round

and do a bit of cleaning for you.

That's most kind of you, Mrs Armstrong.

- But I couldn't impose. - Don't be daft!

When you were the bank manager,

now, you never lent me any money,

but you was always polite.

A proper gent to me, you were.

That's because I like you.

Oh, I know your, ahem, eccentric ways

upset some folks,

but you've got a good heart.

Thanks.

That means a lot to me, Mr Walton.

Well, that's settled, then.

I'll call round and I'll give you a hand.

Oh, thanks, Bernie.

She'll be after something. You mark my words.

I don't think that's very fair, Mr Blaketon.

She's offered to help, but she's not being paid.

Peggy Armstrong do something for nothing?

Don't make me laugh!

She has always got on well with Walton.

She might be planning to get on with him even better,

should something happen to his wife,

if you get my drift!

He's got quite a few bob, has old Edward.

I think you're being a bit harsh, Oscar.

Like I say, you mark my words.

♪ Darling, you say you're alone

♪ Well, I'm lonely, too ♪

This really is most kind of you, Mrs Armstrong.

Well, if old friends can't help each other,

I don't know what the world's coming to.

I'm afraid there's a lot to do.

Nothing a bit of elbow grease can't shift.

Are you sure I can't pay you something for your trouble?

Don't be daft. Thank you.

I wouldn't take a penny. Right.

♪ Call on me

♪ Call on me

♪ Call on me

♪ Call on me if you will ♪

None of the local criminals

know who's behind the robberies.

Nothing more from your snout?

One possible name to check out.

A Londoner moved up here.

Has a second-hand car business.

- Steve Dempsey. - Never heard of him.

Wally thinks he may have form down south.

He's become associated with the local villains.

Worth checking out, then, sarge.

Can I talk to you as a friend for a moment?

Is there something bothering you?

- You seem a bit... - I'm fine.

ENGINE STARTS

I'm afraid Cynthia's illness makes it unlikely

that she'll be well enough to leave the nursing home.

Oh, that is a shame!

Lovely lady, your wife.

Never mind.

I'm more than happy to come and help with the housework.

You're a kind soul, Mrs Armstrong.

Peggy, please.

Eh, these carpets look as if they could do

wi' a good clean and all.

I've rather neglected things, haven't I?

But you've done more than enough for one day, Peggy.

Nonsense!

Where do you keep your carpet sweeper?

In that cupboard in the hall, I reckon.

CLATTERING

I'm sorry.

That cupboard hasn't been cleaned out for years.

It's a funny old collection of stuff

you've got here, Mr Walton!

Don't worry. I'll sort it. You'd better go now.

Eh, it's a good-quality pen is this.

Why don't you have it, for your hard work? A gift.

You've done more than enough for one day, Peggy.

I usually have a little nap this time of day.

Oh.Oh, all right, then.

I'll be off.

And thanks for the pen!

I've phoned all the post offices, sir,

and warned them.

Warning them is one thing.

Giving them adequate protection is another.

Any news from your snout?

One possible name to check out.

Your office all right, sergeant?

You've been lounging about in a CID car all day!

The CID works harder than you think.

Well, any time you want to swap,

I'd much rather work alongside

an attractive woman like DS Dawson

than be stuck here with Miller all day!

Me, too. You wanna make the most of it, though.

- She's leaving us, I gather. - Sorry?

DS Dawson's leaving?

A friend of mine works at HQ.

Doesn't know the details,

but she's being transferred out of the division.

It's an enforced move.

Someone's been a naughty girl, it seems.

-Enforced move? Why? - WETHERBY: He doesn't know.

But she's being put back in uniform.

It'll be quite humiliating for her.

Do you know, David?

That were a rum assortment of stuff

in his broom cupboard.

You want to see the clobber we've got in ours!

We haven't got a garden gnome

and a large pair of ladies' knickers,

though, have we?

I don't know.

I'll go and have a look, if you want.

Oh, come back here, you daft apeth!

There were a dozen purses

and enough cutlery for a small banquet.

Peggy, I'd be careful taking any more gifts off him.

Why?

Oscar Blaketon reckons the only reason

that you offered to help is cos you're after something.

That's cos Oscar Blaketon hasn't got any charity

in his soul whatsoever.

Hmm. Could be right.

SIGHS

Are you going to join us for a pint, Joe?

I'd better hang on. I might still be needed.

Ah, the tough side of CID work, eh?

Can't clock off till the guvnor says so!

Stephen Dempsey. He has form.

CRO confirm he has convictions

for armed robbery.

He moved up here six months ago.

Opened up a second-hand car business.

We found his home address.

Nothing yet links him to our robberies but check him out.

Mason, go with DS Dawson. Have a look at where he lives.

This evening, sir?

We must follow up any lead as a matter of urgency.

I don't want innocent people getting hurt.

- Of course. - Mind if I just make a call?

If you're quick, yeah.

PHONE DIAL SPINS

RADIO PLAYS, PHONE RINGS

MUSIC: 'Baby Love' by The Supremes

RINGS

PHONE LINE RINGING

Sorry, sir. Won't be a tic.

Hi, Gina, it's Joe.

I'm trying to get hold of Carol.

Could you apologise to her for me?

Tell her I'm working and can't make it tonight.

Thanks.Bye!

- GINA:There we go. - No Dawn this evening?

No.Sorry to disappoint you. It's her night off.

She's gone to see a girlfriend in Ashfordly.

Aw, that's a shame, Geoff.

You've just come from there yourself,

especially to see her in here.

I have not! I came for a pint.

Wow, I'm sure you've not got dressed up like that

just to come and see me.

Don't know where Joe is, do you?

Still in the station when we left.

Oh. He's supposed to be taking me out to dinner.

Carol, he couldn't get hold of you, love.

He left a message to say sorry

he's gonna have to work late.

Oh, wonderful!

He's temporarily attached to CID, you see.

He's been out with DS Dawson all day.

He said he might be needed tonight.

Think I'd better just have a drink, then.

MUSIC: 'Till The End Of The Day' by The Kinks

♪ Yeah, you and me

♪ We live this life

♪ From when we get up

♪ Till we go sleep at night

♪ You and me we're free We do as we please ♪

I saw two silhouettes through the window, both male.

Worth hanging on for a bit, then.

There's a rumour going around that you're leaving.

So the gossip's started, has it?

Yeah, I'm being transferred.

Do you mind if I ask why?

I'd rather not discuss it.

Let's concentrate on the job in hand.

Hang on. Someone's just left the house.

- Is that Dempsey? - I'm not sure.

Hang on. I know him. He's local.

Tony Ancastle. I nicked him last year.

If he spots us, our cover's blown.

Come here.

♪ You and me, we're free

♪ We do as we please, yeah

♪ From morning

♪ Till the end of the day

♪ Till the end of the day

♪ Till the end of the day now

♪ Till the end of the day ♪

And David, I mean, why were there so many purses?

And them knickers are far too big

for a woman like Cynthia Walton!

Hang on, what are you doing with that?

- I paid for it! - Not your drink.

- My pen. - Eh, that's mine, is that!

No, it's not, it's my fountain pen.

It disappeared a few months back.

It was a retirement gift from the force.

Look, my initials, OB.

Oh, yeah. I never noticed them.

Where did you get it? You nicked it.

I did not!

OSCAR: Where did you get it from?

- I found it. - Found it? Where?

-I can't remember. - Rubbish!

You must have picked it up when my back was turned.

I did not!

She didn't steal it!

Tell him, Aunt Peg.

It was with that garden gnome and those ladies' knickers.

- Come on, out! Go on! - What have I done?

Garden gnomes? Ladies' knickers?

LAUGHTER

We just saw someone leave Dempsey's house.

Yeah, I recognised him. Tony Ancastle.

Right. Good night, then.

Yeah. And you.

I've put DI Turner in the picture.

There's nothing that links either man

to the post office raids, though.

He suggests we call it a day for now. I'll drop you back.

I realise emergencies crop up and plans change,

but surely he could have let me know earlier?

You get used to it with coppers, love.

I used to have it with my Phil.

Visits to the pictures cancelled,

meals I cooked for him never eaten.

Anyway, are you and Joe sort of, you know.

What, going out again? Hmm. Who knows?

- You will never guess what! - What?

Right by the bus queue, snogging away like good 'uns.

Come on! We're all ears!

They were sat in her car, kissing, cuddling, the lot.

Who was kissing and cuddling in front of the bus queue?

Only our "local" bobby, Joe Mason!

He was getting steamy with that woman sergeant.

What's she called? That Rachel thingy.

It's juicy gossip, in't it?

-Night, Gina. - Good night.

Well done, Dawn.

That's certainly put the cherry on top of her evening!

Now what?

JOE: See you tomorrow!

It's a bit close to the village copper's house!

Exactly. They won't think we'd dare try it.

Keep 'em guessing.

We'll do Lower Becksford next and then this. Let's go.

ENGINE STARTS

GINA:'You should have seen her face, Oscar.'

Poor Carol!

She'd been stood up by Joe

and was quietly drowning her sorrows

when this one opens her big gob

and says she saw Joe kissing Rachel Dawson.

I'd no idea. I wouldn't have said owt if I'd known.

Joe Mason and DS Dawson? Are you sure?

At it in her car by the bus stop in Ashfordly.

What's the police force coming to?

In my day, constables didn't go round

kissing their sergeants.

If you were the sergeant, Oscar,

I'm hardly surprised!

You can't blame me.

I didn't know Joe and Carol had got back together.

Well, I doubt they will be now!

No one tells me anything round here anyway!

I wouldn't like to be in his shoes

when she gets hold of him!

SIGHS

Ah, did you get my message last night?

Yeah. I got the message, all right!

I'm sorry I had to work late.

I understand you're disappointed.

I was looking forward to it too.

- Really? - Course I was.

Never mind. I'm sure your work has its compensations.

I'm sorry?

Just don't bother to ask me out again, OK, Joe?

Hang on, it wasn't my fault.

I had to go out on surveillance.

Is that what you and your girlfriend are calling it?

- What are you talking about? -Bye, Joe!

What are you talking about? Girlfriend?

Don't come the innocent with me.

I'm talking about Rachel Dawson, of course.

She's not my girlfriend.

- You had an affair. - That's all in the past.

Why were you seen kissing in her car last night?

We were out on surveillance.

Oh, hang on.

Dawn said you were all over each other.

It may have looked like that, but it wasn't.

-You don't understand, Carol. - No, I think I do.

SIGHS

I thought I'd start today

by giving your carpets a good sweep.

I've cleared out that cupboard.

I got rid of all that junk.

That fountain pen you gave me,

the one that fell out with all the other stuff.

Oscar Blaketon said it was his!

It had his initials on it.

"OB."

Where did you get it, Mr Walton?

I've no idea. I can't remember.

Perhaps it wasn't his.

One pen is very much like another.

Don't you think?

Ah, he's finally made it.

See, Geoff, these CID blokes turn up

whenever they like.

Unlike you pair, I worked late last night.

Hey, we've got some more info about Sergeant Dawson.

Seems HQ have found out that she's had an affair,

with another officer.

Someone of another rank. They don't approve of that.

So she's been put back in uniform. Sent elsewhere.

How do HQ know about this affair?

An anonymous phone call.

DS Dawson was named, but not the other officer.

She hasn't denied having a bit of "How's your father,"

but she's refused to name the copper she slept with.

Taken the full rap herself. Game girl, eh?

Morning, Mason. I'll need you again today.

With Sergeant Dawson, sir?

No, she's checking out Dempsey's car lot.

You'll be working with me.

SIGHS

You go. Check it out again.

Just keep an eye out for the Old Bill.

OK. Yeah, I gotta go. Got a punter to deal with.

-Morning! - Morning.

It's a lovely motor. Immaculate condition.

Would you be interested in a test drive?

- Yes, please! - Jump in.

♪ Yeah, I've got a feeling

♪ Blues gonna be my only way

♪ But when you're looking for somebody

♪ I'm looking for somebody ♪

The spare bedroom.

Never used. Right.

I see.

Thanks.

♪ Tell me, woman

♪ How do you see a man like me?

♪ Tell me, woman

♪ How do you see a man like me?

♪ As you look so nice

♪ Cos you feel so warm ♪

It's not a rattle, love.

That's the noise the engine makes at low revs.

The postmaster's still critical,

so we can't get descriptions of the g*ng.

Just had a call from the sub-postmaster

in Lower Becksford, sir.

He was woken in the night by a car

cruising outside the post office.

It's back again this morning, parked across the street.

Let's go.

MUSIC: 'Hide And Seek' by Marty Wilde

♪ You're playing hide and seek with me

♪ And everybody else can see

♪ Just when I want you near

♪ You run away

♪ And leave me lovelessly

♪ Here in a corner

♪ You're playing hide and seek too much

♪ And if you wanna keep in touch

♪ Well, then I've got to hear

♪ Your voice call out

♪ You're not the closest but...

♪ You're getting warmer

♪ And if I find you this time

♪ I'm gonna keep you this time

♪ And never no more waste time

♪ Counting up to ♪

I'm afraid it's all stolen.

Over the last few months, I've developed this urge

to pick things up and bring them back here.

Harmless, really.

Apart from these,I suppose.

I took them from people's shopping baskets.

And when they left them on shop counters and so on.

When you opened that cupboard,

I suddenly realised what I'd done.

Most of the purses have labels.

Erm... I mean to return them.

Have you taken any of the cash out of 'em?

Oh, no. I didn't take them for the money.

I took them... for the sake of it.

An irrational impulse.

I reckon this could have been brought about

by the stress of your wife's illness.

And what will you do now, Peggy?

Will you tell the police?

Oh, no!

No, the police and me

have never had a very good relationship.

But I take it you're wanting to return all these

- to the rightful owners? - Oh, yes.

Yes, definitely. Everything.

Good. Well, I'll help you do that.

And if we go about it in the right way,

there is no need for the police

to become involved at all.

They went that way.

- Did you get their number? - Yes. There you are.

♪ Come on Let's go for a ride

♪ Motoring, motor baby

♪ Grab your baby

♪ And put it right by your side ♪

Yes, that's the plate, sir.

There's two men on board.

Think they know we're on to them?

Can't be sure, sir.

♪ Then we're going over the hill

♪ Motoring, motor baby

♪ Now we are going to have a lot of fun ♪

Damn! Damn it!

HORN HONKS

It's not their fault, sir. It's just bad luck.

I know. My eldest lad's in a cycle club.

Come on! Get out of the way, will you?

HORN HONKS

♪ Like a real good driver should

♪ Motoring, motor baby

♪ Now lock your doors

♪ Make sure that you check your hood

♪ Motoring, motor baby

♪ Be sure you're not moving too fast

♪ We want this thing to last Motoring, motor baby ♪

We've lost them.

But we're gonna nail these men, Mason.

We have to.

Something's been niggling me.

You know that banter with Peggy in the pub?

About the knickers and the garden gnome?

Oh, aye.

Well, a few months back, a woman came in.

Someone had taken underwear from her washing line,

pinched her prize gnome,

and a purse from her kitchen table.

Yeah. Here it is.

Whenever you need a quiet word,

it's always to do with putting your drinks on the slate!

-Mr Walton needs help. - So you say.

What are you charging him?

If you mean the cleaning, I'm not taking a penny.

Oh, come on. Pull the other one!

I've told him I don't need paying.

I'm doing it because I like him.

Oh, aye. You like his bank balance, more like!

Don't be so suspicious!

Worming your way in, with his wife in hospital.

You won't get away with this. Mr Walton is a friend of mine.

Well, then start acting like a friend.

Pin your ears back and listen to what I'm saying!

He needs our help.

I think he's been taking things

that don't belong to him.

I need a word with you.

Me, Mr Wetherby? What about?

A couple of items Peggy Armstrong

mentioned in the pub last night.

What items?

I think you know what I'm talking about.

No, I don't, actually.

The only items Aunt Peggy ever bothers about

are a glass of stout and a packet of pork scratchings!

Knickers and gnomes.

What?

Knickers and gnomes, David.

Knickers and gnomes.

If this gets out, his reputation will be ruined.

Most of the stuff he's stolen isn't harming anybody.

It's nick-nacks.

Pens, pencils, stuff like that.

But the purses are full of money.

I've made a list.

Most of the owners are local,

so I thought we could push 'em

through the letter boxes

or tell the odd white lie

and say we found 'em in the street.

You have to be careful.

All these purses are stolen property.

But it's only theft

if you don't mean to give it back, in't it?

We'll get the number plate checked.

I'll arrange for armed officers

to be at Lower Becksford post office tonight.

MILLER: A message for you, sir.

Your DC off sick has reported back in.

Can Constable Mason be released to do his duties?

- Yes. Thanks. - Constable.

You're taking the rap for both of us.

I can't let you do that.

-Sorry? - Sergeant Dawson?

Look, Joe, just leave it.

Please. Fill me in on this garage.

On a scrap of paper on his desk drawer.

Letters from car registrations?

Or an anagram possibly?

Let's think about it on our way to Lower Becksford.

Bad news, I'm afraid, sir.

The hospital have just phoned in.

The postmaster from Shenley has d*ed of his injuries.

Right.

This is now a m*rder investigation.

Let's make damn sure we get these scum.

DOOR OPENS

It's m*rder. You realise that?

You can forget tonight's job.

No.

We do one more hit. Then we call it a day.

You back out now

and they'll have more than one m*rder to deal with.

Do you understand?

Oscar Blaketon's not my favourite person.

But he thinks the world of you.

He's agreed to help you return

- the purses to their owners? - Yes.

I've got them all here.

So you've nothing to worry about now, have you?

Cheerio.

♪ Everybody's gonna say that

♪ Everything is all right

♪ If they don't

♪ They know there's gonna be a fight ♪

Carol, there's nothing going on between me and Rachel.

I promise you.

I got the wrong end of the stick?

Our cover was about to be blown.

It was all for show.

Oh.

I see.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

Rachel's about to be transferred

because of the affair she had with me.

The force don't approve of relationships like that.

If you break the rules,

you've gotta be prepared to take the consequences.

There was an anonymous tip-off.

She was named, but not me.

I can't think of who else knew about it.

I did. Is that what you're getting at?

-No. No, of course not. - Yes, you are!

If I'm the only other person that knew about it,

you must think it was me that made the call.

How dare you, Joe?

What kind of a person do you think I am?

SIGHS

MUSIC: 'Everything's Gonna Be Alright' by PP Arnold

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ I got a little thing for you... ♪

Mrs Armstrong.

I'm investigating the theft

of some ladies' underwear and a garden gnome.

What's that to do with me?

What's in your bag, Mrs Armstrong?

Looks like a load of purses.

Yeah, well, I collect them.

Like some folk collect dead butterflies

and what have you.

Well, I collect purses.

Other people's, by the looks of things.

No, that one, I found that in the street, actually.

I was just about to return it.

And you found these in the street as well, did you?

And these?

And these.

Ah.

All right. I stole them.

I think you'd better come with me.

TURNER:I want two armed officers inside.

The others in the unmarked van.

- Right, sir, - Cheers.

These letters, sir.

The first post office robbery was at Carnley.

Yeah.

C could be Carnley.

O, Oakthorpe, the next one they hit.

S, Shenley, the third.

L for the next one. Here, Lower Becksford.

Well done. We're in the right place.

Unless you were spotted earlier

and they moved on to the next letter.

There's only three places

start with an A on this patch.

Ashfordly, Aidensfield or Armthorpe.

Ashfordly has a large main post office.

Armthorpe hasn't got one at all,

which leaves Aidensfield.

No, L's the next one on the list.

They've checked this out. We stay here.

Can I alert PC Mason?

Why not? Have a word with the postmaster, as well.

So what's bothering you, constable?

I'm not sure if you're aware

that DS Dawson is to be transferred, sergeant.

Yes, I am, actually.

Do you know the reasons why?

Yes, but they're confidential.

It's because she had an affair

with another officer, isn't it?

As I understand it, yes.

She's chosen not to name the officer

and is taking the full responsibility herself.

That's what I've been told.

I don't see why she should pay the penalty alone.

I'm the officer that she had the relationship with.

I suggest you return to your duties for now.

Sergeant.

BELL DINGS

Ah, Sergeant Miller.

Are you holding Peggy Armstrong in here?

-She's being questioned, yes. - What for?

I can tell you she's made an admission of theft.

Has she, indeed?

Right. Thank you, sergeant.

I'm Detective Sergeant Dawson.

I don't want to alarm you,

but your post office may be the target for an armed g*ng.

You're a bit late, darling. We're already here!

Keys!

DOOR LOCKS

-Get the safe open! - Please, I have a family!

Keys!

End this now. We know who you are.

Tony Ancastle. Steve Dempsey.

-Oh, we're finished! - No, they are!

She's asked for a b*llet for both of them!

You shouldn't have opened your big mouth, darling.

You might get off with manslaughter at Shenley.

But sh**t us and they'll throw away the key.

- We've had it, Steve! - Calm down.

Tie 'em up.

We'll be out the country before they're found.

Alive if they behave and dead if they don't!

You, open the safe!

Go on!

Any messing, she's dead.

Come on!

Hold it!

Inside!

Over there.

It's all right. Just the village plod.

Backup's on its way.

GRUNTS

Now, open the safe!

-Now! - Do as he says, Mr Stevens.

- I'm trying! - Well, try harder!

Oh, Lord.I must go and tell the police that I'm the thief.

I'll get her freed.

Look, Edward,

there's no point in telling the police any more lies.

Sorry. What do you mean?

This list you gave Peggy Armstrong.

I've been going through it.

Most people on here are better known to your wife

than to you, aren't they?

Possibly.

They're either involved with her charity work

or they're parish councillors, like her and like me.

You didn't take my pen, did you?

Cynthia must have done that at a council meeting.

And she's the one who's been nicking

all this stuff, isn't she?

All right.Yes.

It was a compulsion brought on by her illness.

And I won't see her reputation tarnished.

The only answer now is for me to take the blame.

You could go to prison.

My wife is lying in a nursing home, gravely ill.

Her good name is all she has left now.

I won't see her lose that, as well.

Please, Oscar, will you leave this to me?

This copper looks in a right bad way.

Please, I've done what he asked!

SIRENS WAILING

Armed police! Get your hands in the air!

The street's full of coppers! It's over!

No.

We've got hostages. Police hostages.

They'll have to do a deal.

This is the police. Drop your weapons.

Come out with your hands raised!

It's stupid to go on!

I shouldn't have brought you in. You've no bottle.

You've no sense! You m*rder*d that postmaster, not me.

- I'm going. - Carry on and you're dead!

Get over there.

TURNER: 'Come out with your hands raised!'

g*nsh*t

All right! That's enough!

Mrs Armstrong is trying to protect me, constable.

I'm the guilty party.

I want to make a full confession.

Two confessions for the same crime.

Brilliant.

You've got to bear in mind her present state of health.

What are you doing here?

Oh, Oscar, you didn't tell him?

I had to for your sake. Come on, sergeant.

His wife is very ill.

Not now, Oscar. A major incident has been reported.

I have to deal with it.

SIGHS

AMBULANCE BELL RINGING

You'll be fine, Rachel. The ambulance is here now.

One officer with a head wound.

Another a g*nsh*t wound to the arm.

We need a stretcher. I'll call Ashfordly General.

Hang in there, OK, Rachel?

What you did was really brave.

Dempsey wasn't going to give up without a fight.

You did pretty well yourself.

I wasn't getting far with my hands tied.

I've admitted I was the one you had the affair with.

I don't see why you should take all the blame.

Joe! I told you not to.

It's not about us.

What?

It was after that.

I fell for someone, Joe.

A senior officer.

He's a decent hard-working copper.

But he's a married man with children.

That's why I haven't named him.

Oh, I see.

We'll soon have you in hospital, love.

You did really well.

Thank you.

A senior officer.

You'd better come, too, Joe.

I feel fine.

Get that head wound seen to.

I gather that you're the one that saved the day.

I followed you to apologise.

Saw him pull a g*n. Thought I'd better call .

We traced the items

and returned everything of value.

We see no reason to pursue this any further.

And no mention of my wife's name?

Thank you.

The people you really want to thank

are Peggy Armstrong and Oscar Blaketon.

No, it's fine, now. We just had a...

PEGGY: Cheers, Oscar!

And thanks again, mate.

"Mate"? I am not your mate.

And don't go on about it. Making a fuss.

People will think I've gone soft.

We did tell you

she wanted to help Mr Walton, didn't we, Mr Scripps?

Aye, and she did that, all right.

- Got to admit it. -I did my bit, too.

Yeah, but we don't want to make a fuss about it, do we?

ALL: Cheers!

Good luck, sarge. We'll miss you.

JOE: Gin and tonic, please.

That little chat we had the other day.

As far as I'm concerned, it was a private conversation,

the content of which I've entirely forgotten.

Thank you, sergeant.

I'm gonna miss you.

Why didn't you tell me what was going on?

I've tried to keep my private life separate from my job.

I never thought you'd go to Miller.

I was gonna tell you once it was sorted out. Sorry.

I can't believe after all the good work you've done

they're transferring you.

Maybe it's for the best.

At least they're letting me stay in CID.

I'm not going back on the b*at.

Take care of yourself, yeah?

Thanks.

I'm glad you realise now

it wasn't me that made that call.

I never thought it was.

As I recall, I still owe you a meal.

That's what I admire about you, Joe.

Your amazing powers of memory!

And if you hadn't contacted the police when you did,

then you wouldn't have saved my life.

So I think that's worth at least a decent bottle of wine,

a dessert, and a coffee on top, I'd say!

I thought we might have the coffee back at your place!

We'll see about that!

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Can you believe that Joe Mason?

One minute he's snogging Rachel Dawson,

and he kissed her on the cheek here,

and now he's bold as brass canoodling with Carol!

He's a very tasty fella, Dawn.

I wouldn't mind joining the queue myself.

-I'm only kidding ya! - Hm.

Hey! I am only kidding!

INDISTINCT CHATTER