Heartbeat (1992) s05e14 Episode Script

Sitting Off The Dock Of The Bay

1
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
LIGHT CLARINET MUSIC
TROGGS: 'Wild Thing'
Have they gone mad?
Yeah, they must've done.
They're playing decent music.
That's number one, Eileen.
But it's Family Favourites.
"You're listening to Danny Black,
DB your DJ and this is Radio North."
It's who?
Wild thing
Wild thing, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on, hold me tight
I love you
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything groovy
Wild thing ♪
You can't stop long, son.
Your brother's wed now.
I mean, as soon as she comes
out of hospital with her baby
well, they're gonna
need your room.
- Stop!
- What?
Don't you go settling
old scores, d'you hear!
You're a bad lot, Joe Norton.
He was right to put you away.
KNOCKING AT DOOR
Can I help you?
I want to see the copper.
Constable Rowan's not in.
Can I take a message?
I heard about his missus.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
Shall I say who called?
- Do you think she fell for it?
- I don't know.
It's Joe. All right?
How you doing?
- When did you get back?
- Just now. Come on.
Joe's been in borstal.
He's not a bad lad.
He was put away for arson.
An old lady's caravan
and assault on me.
But coming round like
that the day he got back.
Well, he was never one
to pay his respects.
Maybe it was more than that.
If he's trying to change his ways,
perhaps he's looking for help.
Well, that's all we need.
Joe Norton back in circulation
and bandits on the radio.
Pirates sarge.
That's what they call themselves.
I don't care if they call
themselves Captain Hook
and run around with
parrots on their shoulders.
I want these wireless
merchants sorted out.
Right, sarge.
The citizens of Ashfordly
have every right to enjoy
their Sundays afternoons,
without their eardrums
being assaulted.
I've had complaints.
They broadcast from
out at sea, don't they?
Do they?
Outside the 3-mile limit.
I didn't realize you were
such an expert, Rowan.
The point being, they're
outside territorial waters,
so we can't touch them.
Oh, yes we can.
PHONE
Yes?
Right.
Rowan, walk this way.
KINKS:
'Dedicated Follower Of Fashion'
They seek him here
They seek him there ♪
Ah, Mr. Hawkins,
can you come through, please.
Now, Mr. Hawkins
here is from the GPO.
- Investigations
- Investigations
- not telephones.
- not telephones.
Mr. Hawkins has been
tracking these pirates
and their signal has
not come from out at sea,
it comes from dry land,
which means they're
committing an offence.
Wireless Telegraphy Act.
Which means we can and
we will close them down,
or rather you will, Rowan.
The signal is being transmitted
from somewhere in here.
Now Rowan, you will
accompany Mr. Hawkins
while he finds the
equipment responsible,
and then we can make
arrangements to confiscate it.
Well, it's a heck of
a large area, sarge.
That's right.
Like looking for a
needle in a haystack.
Well, you'd best get going then.
And if you need any help,
you can take the "dedicated
follower of fashion" with you.
They seek him here
It's on again.
"The king of the discs,
that's me, Jamie King."
Oh, no it's not.
Uncle George!
I've heard more tuneful air raids.
Go collect some glasses.
Like that sort of music, do you?
Yeah. When I get a
chance to hear it.
You'd hear it in Whitby
tomorrow night.
Would I?
Um. There's a disco
in the town hall.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Sorry I'm late.
I've been on a call.
It's good to see you.
Yeah. Come on, let's go.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Tra.
So how's the journey?
Did you recognize who's that?
She certainly seemed
pleased to see him.
Husband turned up at last.
MUSIC STARTS
Terrific, innit?
First decent piece bit music
we've had on the tranny,
and we've got to close 'em down.
Got them.
Turn that flaming noise off, Gina.
It must be addling your brain.
You what?
I gave you a ten bob note right,
you only gave me three
and sixpence change.
So?
What do you mean, so?
A whisky's three bob.
Two threes are six.
Six from ten is four bob,
it's not three and six.
It's the Retail Price
Index, you see, Claude.
- What is?
- That's to blame.
What for?
For me putting the prices up.
Penny on the pine,
thrupence on whisky.
Thrupence?
Hope you realized I'm nearly
an old aged pensioner
and he already is one.
- No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are.
And I tell you something else.
There's plenty more pubs in this area.
True.
Yeah, well, I might start
using one of them.
But they've put the prices
up an' all, Claude.
Thieving swines!
Here. I've got some
home-made stuff in my place.
Oh yeah? Let's go and
sup some of that.
Not putting your
prices up, are you?
No, it's for nowt.
Think I can afford that.
- Left here.
- Right.
No, no, left.
Nick's been meaning
to do that for ages.
Summat to do.
Still no job on the horizon?
Put my application in
for the paras though.
Paratrooper, eh?
Yeah, it's a brilliant life.
You get to see the world,
you do things.
You make real mates.
So what do you reckoned
your chances are?
Not good.
My fault that though, innit?
Sounds like you've been doing
some thinking while you were away.
All them things. You know, with
the caravan and with the copper.
I don't know why.
It's just that folk round here
well, they always put us together,
don't they, me and trouble.
And after a bit, you can go right,
they're never gonna like you,
but at least they'll take notice of you.
I'd better go.
Joe.
Thanks.
What you're doing in there?
Are they keeping tabs
on you or summat?
Yeah, of course.
I'm the borstal boy, aren't I?
If we get it right we can market it.
Might be a few bob in it.
About time somebody
taught that George a lesson.
- Where we going?
- Down the cellar.
RADIO CRACKLES
I've lost them.
RADIO FIZZES
- What's up?
- They've stopped transmitting.
We must be right on top of them.
I think we were.
Keep on running
Keep on hiding
One fine day I'm
gonna be the one
To make you understand
Oh, yeah, I'm
gonna be your man ♪
Try this.
It's one of my favourites.
What is it?
- Rhubarb.
- Rhubarb.
I think I prefer it
dipped in sugar.
Well, you said you wanted
something quick to make.
This is, is it?
Aye. You can drink
this in four months.
Four months? I were thinking
more in terms of four hours.
You can't make wine
in four hours, Claude.
No but you can make whisky.
But that's illegal.
Is it? Oh well. We won't have
to do it, then, will we?
You talk to him on his own,
then watch him with his mates.
I think Joe's at a
crossroads, Nick.
Right now, it's either
back to the bad old ways
or make something of himself.
If folk'll let him.
I'll pop round and have a word.
Heard about the other
new arrival, by the way?
Mm?
Maggie's friend.
George says the elusive
Mr. Bolton's finally come home.
"Hi. I'm DB, your DJ,"
"cresting the waves with
all your raves and faves."
"Radio North,
the best sounds around ♪"
No, it's only an offence to
broadcast, not to listen in.
I have to get on, anyway.
- Busy day?
- Oh, run off my feet.
Well, especially with
guests to look after.
Yes.
Joe. I was coming to see you.
I've been reporting
to me probation.
Yeah, I know. You've been to the
police house a couple of times.
The garden's looking better for it.
- I'm sorry.
- What for?
About your missus.
All that time when I was mocking
about, wrecking your garden,
she was dying, weren't she?
Yeah, we didn't know that then.
I've got to go.
You know this is
illegal, don't you?
Don't worry, get on with it.
We'll be here all night.
Have you smelled this?
Not yet. I want to put it down my
throat, not shove it up my nose.
Okay, there's only
him in the shop.
And he's half blind.
So, we get him talking, yeah.
I'll knock something
off the shelf.
Molly's sorting it out,
Joe slips his hand in the till.
And we've got our booze
money for tonight.
Sounds all right to me.
Joe?
What's up?
Nowt.
Right, then. Off you go.
- No.
- What do you mean?
Life's too short, innit?
Joe.
It's gotta be better than
staying in here all night.
Yeah, well, I'm supposed
to be meeting Nick.
So, we'll take him with us.
I bet he hasn't been
out proper for ages.
Evening.
Might do him some
good, you mean?
What's that?
Going to a disco
tonight in Whitby.
Maggie's husband's
been telling me about it.
Maggie's husband?
He reckons it's gonna be great.
So?
- Yeah, all right.
- BOTH: Great.
- Are you doing requests?
- Course.
Let us in.
He's not that big, you know.
So how about it?
Persuade him we're all 18.
Not for another year, you're not.
At least.
I thought you said he'd
soon liven things up.
I don't reckoned
he's been in borstal.
- Course he has.
- He's gone soft, then.
What? Leave it out, eh?
Just got to lie low
for a bit, that's all.
Doesn't have to stop us having
a good time, though, does it?
What's that?
Got 'em off a bloke
last time I was here.
You swallow it.
Yeah. He reckons it's like
drinking 16 peps in one go.
Yeah? Let's have some.
You not playing, borstal boy?
Go on, then.
I told you you'd enjoy it.
You told Gina at the pub too.
- Want a drink?
- Yeah.
Come on, Phil.
I'll get the drinks.
Brian Poole and the
Tremeloes there.
I'm Danny Black, DB your DJ
and we are going to rock
tonight with The Kinks.
THE KINKS:
'You Really Got Me Going'
I've heard you before, haven't I?
Radio North?
Ah! You been listening in?
Haven't had much choice.
Yeah, we did have a few problems
with the test transmission
but we've got our
own frequency now.
Yeah, we can start the
proper show tomorrow.
I'm Danny, by the way.
Nick. I'm a local copper.
What?
You're stoned.
Go! Just go!
I'm just mad about Saffron
She's just mad about me
They call me Mellow Yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me Mellow Yellow ♪
Well, you've certainly set
the village tongues wagging.
- Oh?
- I gather Danny's your husband.
Oh look, Nick, I'm sorry,
I should've told you.
No, it's no one's else business.
Danny's my brother.
You should have said something.
I just thought the
pirate radio connection
might make things
awkward for you.
Now, what's he's doing
isn't exactly illegal.
But that's not how
Sgt Blaketon would see it.
So, what frequency
will you be using then?
So I can listen in.
He seems okay.
The local copper.
Yeah.
Hey, look out!
I'm glad it's you.
Can you help us, I'm in trouble.
Thank you.
It must've been a bad batch.
Certainly smells bad enough.
You did draw off the first lot
before you started sampling it?
What do you mean?
To avoid alcoholic poisoning?
Poison?
Don't worry, you'll survive.
"Stand up! Fit the equipment!"
"Port ready!"
"Starboard ready!"
"Port, action station!"
"Go! Two, three"
"four, five"
"six, seven, eight"
"nine, ten."
I mean, why did they do it?
I know the young lad had his
problems, but to kill himself?
No.
Well, it could've been drugs related.
What?
He had been out with some of his mates.
They've all taken something.
What, something that made
a young lad kill himself?
Nobody's that daft.
What was it?
We're waiting for
forensics to tell us.
Are you sure you're up to this?
Aye. I keep remembering
him as a wee bairn.
He was always laughing.
Afraid of nothing.
"It's ten o'clock on Radio North."
And it's a wonderful day.
"Radio North,
the best sounds around ♪"
Ah, Rowan.
I've just had the forensic
report from Wetherby.
Now, when you were at the Met,
did you ever come across
lysergic acid diethylamide
otherwise know as LSD?
Yeah, heard of it, sarge,
not seen it, though.
Is that what young Joe has taken?
Well, apparently it
brings on hallucinations,
and distortions of perception.
Come again.
Something like your normal
state of mind, Ventress.
So what did the girl have to say?
She can't identify her supplier.
You do surprise me.
Any description?
It were a dark, smoky club.
Now listen. This is the second
drugs-related death this year.
And there's even worse stuff
doing the rounds this time.
So just make sure you have better
success with those two lads.
TREMELOES:
'Silence Is Golden'
Silence is golden, golden
But my eyes still see
But my eyes still see ♪
Be careful!
You great oaf!
Leave it!
- Yeah, you heard the man. Dumbo.
- Don't push it, Jamie.
Before your men even think about
damaging the talent, Captain,
remember there's
a port over there,
full of sailors looking
for nice, easy work.
You've not met Danny, have you?
Hi.
Who's that, skip?
The man that pays your wages,
one of them, Hans.
- German?
- Dutch.
And the only thing coming between
your friend Jamie and a swimming lesson.
So, Joe was out of his mind on LSD?
No, you're out of
your mind, mister.
That stuff's the magic.
You wouldn't understand.
Try us.
I could see these amazing
colours going on for ever.
- And I can't stop laughing.
- What about the headache?
It was worth it.
I could do anything.
I can even fly.
Like Joe?
Are you all right, Dave?
They left me.
I could hear them laughing.
They didn't see the spiders.
They were coming at me
and I couldn't move.
Just sat there and screamed.
All this from chewing
blotting paper.
Why can't you just drink ale?
Get a sore head and
sleep it off in the morning.
Cos that's for your generation.
You're just jealous cos
you're too old to live.
Remember The Who said?
"I hope I die before I get old."
Well, you take any more of that stuff
and your wish might just be granted.
Are you coming or not?
I've got it all set up.
I don't know what
you're worrying about.
I mean, we know what
went wrong, don't we?
It'll be a doddle this time.
You can please yourself.
If I do it on my own,
it's all mine, you know.
Oh, all right, then. Go on.
I should think so an' all.
Hey! About time we've
got some new sounds.
Say man, these are 'verboten'.
Hans wants them to take
them to the disco, I'm sure.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. So leave 'em, Danny boy.
What Hans says goes, okay.
The Hollies there, riding
along "On A Carousel"
which has got to be more fun than
riding along seasick on
the good ship Radio North.
Joe really did want to make
something himself, you know.
You'd really taken
to him, haven't you?
There's good in everyone, Maggie.
Do you know what happened yet?
Yeah. He'd taken LSD.
It's this new drug, supposed
to send you a bit crazy.
His mate thought he
could do anything, even fly.
Is that what made him do it?
It's lethal stuff, then, isn't it?
Talking of which, Nick,
words to the wise about
Greengrass's latest tipple.
You sure you've done
it properly this time?
Yeah. I threw the first lot away,
just like the nurse said.
Right, then. Well, bottoms up.
Well, come on, get it done.
We're gotta check it
if we're gonna sell it.
What's wrong with it?
Nowt.
You mean it's all right?
Yeah. It's wonderful.
It's nectar.
How does Hans finance all this?
Usual, I suppose.
- Kickback from the record companies?
- Must be.
Only we can play what we want.
- So?
- So I've worked three of these ships.
Usually it's only the bands
that cough up who get played.
Look, Hans doesn't interfere.
A word of advice, Danny.
Don't stick your nose
where it doesn't belong.
We've got trouble.
- What's up?
- Rowan's coming.
I knew it.
I knew we shouldn't have done it.
I'm too old to go to jail.
Stop worrying. He won't think
to look in the chicken shed.
But the bell jar's in the kitchen.
Go get rid of it.
Oh, I donno.
Sup it if you have to.
What, all of it?
Go on, get cracking.
I'll keep him talking.
Now then, Constabule.
Is this a social call?
Why, you gonna offer me a drink?
What would you like?
Tea? Coffee? Arsenic?
- Can I come in?
- Have you got a warrant?
Do I need one?
Well, it depends.
What are you after?
Look Claude, we can do this
the easy way or the hard way.
Are you making whisky?
Whisky? Don't talk daft.
Course I'm not.
Then let me give you a
friendly warning, stop it.
How can I stop it when I
haven't even started it?
Next time I might
not be so friendly.
Where are you going?
Hey, don't forget to wipe your feet.
You don't half take
liberties, Rowan.
Right then, seen enough, have you?
Yeah, what did I tell you?
There's a nasty smell in here.
If you must know, it's Alfred.
He's had the trots.
There is no whisky!
SMASHING GLASS
By the sound of it.
Thanks mate.
Hey, did you hear about this kid
who jumped off the church in Whitby?
- Yeah.
- They say he'd been dropping acid.
That right?
I'd like to do a warning on the show
tonight, telling 'em to keep off it.
Kids listen to us.
You want to send messages,
become a postman.
What d'you think will happen
if all the kids out there did it?
We wouldn't have an audience.
That's not funny.
Have you been touching these?
I warned you.
And I heard you.
In case you haven't noticed, we're
on a ship. Things move about.
Don't make a thing about do-gooding.
We're a business, okay?
I told you to get rid of it,
not wash the karzy out with it.
It just slipped out of me hand.
There must have been
three bottles in there.
I couldn't help it.
Well, we can't risk
making any more,
not with Rowan sniffing
about all over the place.
Well, we best make sure next
one's a corker then, haven't we?
Here, I've been doing
some reading up.
It seems every time you
pass it through the still,
it gets stronger and stronger.
I didn't expect you
back so early then.
Is that the drugs boy?
I heard the anti-drugs
message you put out.
I hope it does some good.
That copper friend of yours
I need to talk to him.
Right. See you later.
I've worked on three of
these pirate ships, Nick.
This one's different?
In some ways it's the same.
Long hours, lousy food,
seasickness.
But there's something going on.
Look, bands get ripped off
lots of ways in this business.
Dodgy managers, dodgy promoters.
And sometimes dodgy record pressers
knocking out copies of their discs.
- Bootlegs.
- That's what I reckon's going on.
Buy one proper record,
make a thousand copies,
and keep all the profits.
They kept warning me off
playing some of these records.
It would certainly explain how that
Hans character's been financing things.
- Who's that?
- He's one of the backers.
Yeah, I've been wondering
about that for a while.
Danny, don't do this to me.
I can't help it.
And I can't do six
shifts on my tod.
Look, I'm sorry your
old woman's sick, okay.
You don't need to do
six shifts on your tod.
I've got a mate with me visiting.
He's just finished doing a stint
down the Astoria Finchley Road
and he can cover till I get back.
- Good, is he?
- Are you kidding?
He's one of the best.
Well, it's the same all right.
Yeah, from the way this
Jamie's been behaving
he could be part of the chain.
It's got to be worth a look, sarge.
Well, that's the next
problem, Rowan.
As you said yourself, that
ship is outside the 3-mile limit.
Which means we can't get on board.
Well, not officially, sarge, no.
Nick, there's a bloke
outside in a pink tie.
He says he wants to see you.
Well, Nick, he fell for it.
You are now Radio North's
number one Rock Jock.
Rock Jock.
Radio North for the
platters that matter
the latest biggie from the Kinks.
- Well, that was uh
- Rubbish?
- Yeah, close enough.
- It'll be all right.
Well, unless you want to swim
3 miles in the North Sea
Not exactly a natural, is he?
For which relief.
Movers and groovers?
Aw, come on! If you can manage
the "platters that matter"
you can manage
"movers and groovers".
- Right, uh jingle?
- Yeah.
Radio North, the
best sounds around
Eileen, what's the matter?
You don't fancy the Aidensfield bobby
getting bitten by the pop music bug?
I don't fancy the Aidensfield
bobby going out on that boat.
Here's a traffic report.
Buy that man a drink.
What's all this about a whisky
still up at Greengrass's place?
Oh, Nick checked it out.
He didn't find anything incriminating.
Nothing incriminating?
I've just seen Greengrass staggering
all over the village green
and it isn't even opening time yet.
Well, he said he warned Claude off.
But all his mates are
going up there now too.
Which means my takings are down.
So I want him stopped.
We'd best pay Greengrass
another little visit, Bellamy.
Ready, then, sarge?
Who do you think you are, Rowan?
Roy Orbison?
I'm just off to Whitby, sarge.
Any last minute instructions?
Right then, we'll need a code.
You mean like they did in the war.
"The pigs are flying over
the fallen oak tree."
I could play a request
for the Ashfordly pigs.
Well, something a bit more
subtle might do the trick.
Well, I'll play a certain
record to alert you,
with cryptic clues
in the dedications.
Right, Ventress, you're
the crossword fanatic.
Sounds like a job for you.
Cryptic?
FLEETWOOD MAC:
'Albatross'
Nicky?
Yeah.
Jamie. You're a lifesaver.
- Pleased to meet you.
- You'd better be good.
Are you gonna show me the ropes?
Sure. Come on, better get back
to the station of the nation.
I knew those bandits
would be trouble.
- Pirates, sarge.
- Sarge!
The pigeon fanciers have cancelled
a do at the Aidensfield Arms.
And that's a crime?
They've gone to
Greengrass's instead.
Well it looks like being a
long stake out, Bellamy.
You weren't doing anything
tonight, were you?
No, sarge.
Good.
Looking for something?
Yeah, yeah, I've found it.
This is going down a storm
in the London clubs.
How about giving
it a spin up here?
Right now, if you want.
You're on air in two minutes.
This is JK, the pirate king.
"Stay tuned for new boy,
Nicky Stuart."
Do you have to listen
to that rubbish?
Work, sarge.
Just monitoring the output.
"We've two hours
of sounds ahead."
- "But first, it's dedication time."
- Hey, it's Nick.
He sounds good,
doesn't he, sarge?
No comment.
"Yes, so from me, Nicky Stuart,
not so much a rocking DJ as
one who goes with the tide,
I'd like to say a
big hello to Phil."
"And uh, hello to Alf."
"And a big hello to Uncle Oscar."
And this one is especially
for Claude Greengrass,
The Scaffold.
You're doing a great job, Nicky.
I'm here until eight.
- You going ashore?
- Yeah. Dates that can't be broken.
A girl in every port?
You know how it is.
Yeah. Fighting them off, me.
SCAFFOLD: 'Lily The Pink'
Shouldn't we have brought
Customs and Excise on this, sarge?
Under normal circumstances, Bellamy.
But we've luckily just stumbled
on this still, haven't we?
- Huh?
- 20 years, I've waited for this.
£1,000.
What?
That's the fine for
running an illegal still.
Greengrass hasn't got £1,000.
Or a spell in the nick
if the offender can't pay.
Hey up. Here he comes.
And so they gave him
Medicinal compound
I've got you, Greengrass.
We'll drink a drink a drink
to Lily the Pink the Pink the Pink
The saviour of the human race
For she invented
medicinal compound
Most efficacious in every case ♪
On the beach you can dance
with anyone you meet
Cos your troubles are out of reach
"You're listening to Radio North."
"The time is eight o'clock."
"Oh, did I really say that? Sorry."
"I meant to say, it's only seven
o'clock out there in wonderful Whitby."
"But offshore, we're having such a
great time, it's easy to lose track
especially when we're
playing such fab music."
Eight o'clock, Whitby.
I'd start eating carrots if
I were you, Greengrass.
You're gonna need to see me in
the dark for a very long time.
What are you on about?
A cast-iron case against you
does not go up in smoke
because of an accident.
You must be puddled, you.
This happens to be my livelihood.
I'm not likely to set
fire to it meself, am I?
Move it, Bellamy.
Otherwise you'll have
to arrest me for assault.
Who you going to hit, sarge?
I haven't decided yet.
"Control to Delta Alpha Two Zero."
Yes, Ventress?
"We're on, sarge.
Eight o'clock, Whitby."
Right. Out.
Greengrass. I'll be back.
I'll be out.
Okay.
Jamie tells me you've been
working the discos in London.
Yeah, till last week.
Oh, aye?
Jamie.
Uh sorry, I forgot.
I'm suppose to have a date
with a girl in Whitby.
That's bad luck, my friend.
Hey, play her a request.
- Could you take her a message?
- You'll be late.
Plenty more fish
in the sea, I think.
Bye, Nick.
Clear as day, sarge.
Eight o'clock, Whitby.
Right after the code record.
- This is rearranged.
- Excellent.
Everything okay up at
Greengrass's place?
- Shut up, Ventress.
- Right.
We'll just wait till our DJ clears
customs and then follow him.
Pick up the next link in the chain.
You got your civvies with you?
In the car, sarge.
I'm putting my trust in you, Bellamy,
cos the thought of Ventress
and a pair of hipsters
dancing the night away in a disco,
fills me with horror.
- How are you doing?
- Fine, thanks.
Yeah, well, I wanted Jamie to
take a message ashore for me.
I'm supposed to be
meeting a girl in Whitby.
Ah, too bad he hasn't
gone to Whitby.
Well, where else'd he
be taking records?
I don't ask questions.
I presume it'd be better
if you didn't either.
I'm a bit curious if I'm missing
out some nightlife somewhere.
Robin Hood's Bay.
That's where the tenders gone.
It's not where I'd go
looking for nightlife.
Okay, we uh
"got a slight change of plan here."
"I was going to play 'Sitting
On The Dock Of The Bay',
but it seems to have
gone missing, so
instead we've got five more records
taking us down to the news
and the first one is 'Go Now'."
Chip, sarge?
- That was it.
- Pickled onion?
That was the code
for a change of plan.
- I know.
- Well, have you worked it out yet?
Shut up! I'm thinking.
He said five records
going down to the news.
So that means that Jamie's heading
for five miles south of Whitby.
Well, that will be
Robin Hood's Bay?
There's nowhere else.
Right, Ventress. Let's go.
Follow me.
Jamie, turn back.
The police are on to you!
You're out of your depth, Nicky.
You heard the man, moron.
Back to the ship and now.
He's been rumbled.
We'll have to go back.
Hans!
I'm afraid he can't
help you, Jamie.
So, you're the fuzz, eh?
Don't do anything silly, alright?
Nothing you can do about it.
We're outside the 3-mile limit.
I've had a word with the skipper.
We're inside it now.
Alright.
And this is Radio
North closing down.
I've always wanted to be a DJ.
So two dealers, sarge,
and a box full of LSD.
You were supposed to
call the coastguard.
That's what we agreed.
Was it?
So they could tow you in.
Well, thanks to you, Rowan,
we've lost that blasted radio ship.
Sorry, sarge. In all the
excitement, I forgot that bit.
Bitter sweet, Rowan.
Bitter sweet.
We did get the drug
dealers though, sarge.
And Greengrass won't be making
any more of his illegal hooch.
Shut up, Ventress.
Yes, sarge.
Hello, Ted.
They got them.
The men who supplied the drugs.
Yeah, the police phoned last night.
I know it won't bring Joe back,
but at least the men who
kill him are behind bars.
This came for him this morning.
From the paras?
Maybe he'd have turn
out all right after all, eh.
You sure you don't
fancy coming back, Nick?
You're starting to sound
quite good out there.
No, I think my days as a
Rock Jock are over, thanks.
Your days might be numbered.
I hear they are changing the law.
Yeah, well, if I can get
a bit more experience
while looking for new backers.
I'll put a tape together.
Might even send it to the BBC.
Oo, can just see him as
the next Jack de Manio!
Thanks a bunch, sis.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Thanks.
Look after her, Nick.
I'll try.
She doesn't make it very easy.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
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