Heartbeat (1992) s06e07 Episode Script
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Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
Table two.
I'll take that, thank you.
Now you serve table six with coffee.
They're still waiting.
Mr. and Mrs. Clegg,
everything to your satisfaction?
Thank you very much indeed.
Good night now.
Come on, you. Chop chop!
What the?!
Call the Fire Brigade!
Come on, you, with me.
DOOR OPENING
- You still looking for snoopers?
- Eh?
Whenever you leave me,
you look both ways,
like a man with a guilty secret.
No guilt and no secret.
Are you sure?
I can't wait for the weekend.
- Good to get away.
- Oh, yeah.
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
I've confirmation from the hotel
and they're expecting
us sometime for dinner.
That sounds fine.
I'd better go.
Let you get your beauty sleep.
Good night.
THE KINKS: Dead End Street
There's a crack up in the ceiling
And the kitchen sink is leaking
Out of work and got no money
A Sunday joint of bread and honey
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment
on the second floor
KNOCK ON DOOR
- Hang on. Just a minute.
The rent collector's knocking
Trying to get in ♪
Come in. It's open.
Hello, Claude.
Ah, Maggie. I didn't expect
to see you round so soon.
Well, it's not so often I get an
SOS to come round here, is it.
What's wrong?
I've got summat up my nail.
I don't know what it is, but,
it ain't half making it throb.
It's like, you know
You dragged me round
here for a finger, Claude?
Oh, come on,
let's take a look at it.
Oh, careful. What have I done to
deserve such an angel of mercy?
Paid your taxes, I assume?
That'll be the day.
Argh! Oww! Can you see it?
I think it's down be careful!
I think it's down the side somewhere.
Wherever it is, it don't half hurt.
PEACOCKS SCREAMING
HAMMERING
Quite a mess!
Aye. Lucky I spotted it.
Otherwise, it would
have been a lot worse.
My car could have
gone up for a start.
Mr. Webster?
Yes, Mrs. McInver.
PC Rowan to see you.
Oh, thank you.
Good morning, Constable.
Morning.
Oh, Mrs. McInver?
Yes, sir?
Where's Rogers?
He's doing the stairs.
Still? Tell him to get down here now,
start clearing this mess.
Yes, sir.
You know, I might be able to use it.
What?
You'd be surprised what makes
a good background for a picture.
No, thank you.
I don't want the people to associate
my hotel with charred remains.
Mr. Jansson is a fashion
photographer, Constable.
Oh, right.
Ya, he's up from London to look
for locations for a 'shoot'?
- That's what your fellow said?
- Shoot, yeah.
That's a glamorous job,
Mr. Jansson.
Nah, working too many godforsaken
places to go along with that.
He's just being modest, Constable.
It's only the last week,
he had a drink with David Bailey.
Even I've heard of him.
David Bailey, eh?
Well, there's a group, you know.
We drink in the Cat's Cradle.
It's the snapper's
bar in Battersea.
Oh, Rogers, what's the matter
with you? Chop chop!
I thought you're waiting for the
insurance man, Mr. Webster.
He's been and gone, man.
Come on, get on with it.
Well, Mr. Jannson, I suggest you
have a look around the house
while I talk to Constable Rowan.
Okay, fine, I'll do that. Ciao.
Nice meeting you.
This was something of a shock.
Did the Fire Brigade
say what caused it?
Faulty wiring, that's all.
So, how can I help?
I want you to get to the
bottom of it, constable.
I'm not convinced it was
an accident, you see.
And this is the billiard room.
Yeah, yeah, I like it. Yeah.
Hey, that's gonna work. That's nice.
Yeah, okay, can
see that happening.
Baby! Whoa!
This is it! Yeah, like it!
No. When my father died, death duties
meant I either had to sell this house
or turn it into a
money-making venture.
Well, you seemed to be
building a reputation.
Locally perhaps,
but that's not enough.
We have to attract
a much wider public.
Now this photographer fellow,
he might help us with that.
I give him access to the hotel
in return for publicity.
That sounds like good business.
Now, about this fire?
Oh, aye. Sorry.
Well, when the house became a hotel,
I took on most of my father's staff,
including Brian Rogers.
And what's his job?
General dogsbody.
He's not the brightest, but my
Father had a soft spot for him.
And you haven't?
Oh, no. I'm sure the
feeling's mutual, Constable.
Too many incidents have
occurred which in my view,
cannot be put down to
bad luck or carelessness.
Faulty wiring may
have sparked the fire,
but it was paraffin
that spurred it on.
Do you suspect him?
I can't prove anything.
So what motive could he have?
I told you my father
was very fond of him.
Became dependent upon
him when he was infirm.
I wasn't here.
Business commitments and so on.
When I took over, I think that
Rogers became deeply resentful.
What you're describing, Mr. Webster,
sounds more like personnel problems
than a police matter.
What I'm describing, Constable,
is a series of malicious acts,
which I want investigating,
and urgently.
Oh, that's nice, Claude.
Yeah. It is nice, in't it.
It's very unusual. Where's it from?
Same place I got
that thing in my finger
round the back of a settee when
I was doing house clearance.
You must be more careful
in the future, Claude.
Hey Maggie, I don't like
asking personal questions,
Good. Cos I don't
like answering them.
No, seriously.
I've never understood
how a lovely lady like you
haven't got an escort?
An escort? What for?
Well
pour you drinks, open doors.
Tell you if your
seams are straight.
Hey. You don't muck about with one of
these penniless young bloke, you know.
You want to find somebody
a bit more mature.
Oh, really?
Ah, well. They're much less
demanding, you know.
They've usually got a few bob.
Well, I'll keep my eyes open,
Claude.
(CHUCKLING) You do that.
Were you here when it started?
In the kitchens.
Well the Fire Brigade
said it looked like
faulty wiring set the paraffin off.
Seems likely.
Really?
Odds on.
Told the boss it
was in a bad state.
Was the paraffin
always kept on the shelf?
Long as I've been here.
Well, things must have changed
a bit since old Mr. Webster died.
What was he like?
Like?
Yeah.
He were the best.
You got on well with him?
Yeah.
How about Mr. Webster Junior?
Did he get on with his father?
I dunno. He were hardly ever here.
Well, he is now.
Keeping you busy,
by the looks of things.
I don't complain.
But he does?
He doesn't like me
bumping into visitors.
The hotel guests?
Says I give the wrong impression.
- Hello.
- Oh, good morning.
And how's Katie?
Nick said she was a bit off-colour.
Oh, he's a specialist in
false alarm. She's fine.
She certainly looks it, don't you.
I'm in a bit of a rush. Will you tell
Nick that I'll see him tomorrow.
Oh, hasn't he told you?
He's going away for the weekend.
Oh! Well, I'll see him
when I see him then. Bye.
Bye.
And it's not on the slate.
That's a fancy affair Maggie's
put on your finger, Claude.
Do they do a matching eye patch?
If you're not careful,
you'll be wearing one.
Who's that chap through
there with Gina?
Oh, it's some photographer
who wants to use the pub
as background of some sort.
Gina's all in a mucksweat about it.
I wanted to be a fashion model
right from junior school.
You'd do very well.
No. They're so skinny now.
Yeah, too skinny.
You should have persevered.
You're a talented girl, I can tell.
I tell you what,
if your uncle will play ball,
I see if I can squeeze
you into the frame.
Oh, leave him to me.
How long will you need?
Half an hour maximum.
I'll see what I can do.
Gina, who's that over there?
Claude Greengrass.
Does he turn up here often?
Like a bad penny.
But we can always
ban him for the day.
No, no, no. That's the sort
of local colour that I'm after.
Well, in my opinion, sarge,
we should file a report
and leave it at that.
This Webster character can
make a lot of noise, Rowan.
You sure he's barking
up the wrong tree?
I'd say Brian Rogers hasn't got a
malicious bone in his body, sarge.
And what about the previous incidents,
the so called sabotage?
There's a broken pipe, flooded
bathroom, badly felled tree.
All run-of-the-mill domestic
disasters, sarge.
Now, Rogers may be slow-witted
But you don't see him as a saboteur.
Gina, same again for
Mr. Greengrass, please.
Now, I may be wrong,
but you don't appear to be a man
ruled by the whims of fashion?
It's best not to let people think
you've got owt in my business.
And your business is?
A little bit of buying and selling,
you know, antiques.
Antiques. Hey, that's
big business now.
I do objets d'art, an' all.
So if you want
bits of jewellery
you know, I've usually
got some in stock.
Alright. No, what I thought,
Mr. Greengrass, was
that you represented the
unchanging face of the countryside.
He's looking for local colour, Claude.
I just want to take
a few photographs.
You as you are.
You and the dog.
- The dog?
- Yeah. Perfect accessory.
Models to the fore,
smart as paint
you in the background.
Result? Dynamite!
(CHUCKLING) Dynamite?
Yeah, I'm sorry to ask about it
is there likely to be any money
scattered in this explosion?
It's not like, for me, you know,
it's really for Alfred.
He's not been that well. I'd like
to put him on a bit better diet.
Look, it's only half an hour, and he
said I could be in some of them.
You've dozen of
snaps in your album.
These are not 'snaps'.
- What are they then?
- They're proper photographs.
They don't go in albums,
they go in portfolios.
I bumped into Jo in the village.
She seemed to think she was
seeing you the weekend,
but I told her you were away.
Did I do right?
Y-yeah.
Only, it's not for me to tell people
where you are, what you're doing.
She might not want me to know.
Well, Jo knows about
the weekend, Eileen.
She seemed surprised.
Well, maybe, but not about that.
What then?
Well, she was probably surprised
that I hadn't told you.
Told me what?
That it's Jo I'm going with.
Oh, I wish you'd said.
I must have seemed very foolish.
I'm sorry, Eileen.
I didn't know what you'd think.
Good heavens, you're both adults.
What does it matter
what anybody thinks?
Well, you're not anybody.
Anyway, I hope you have a nice time.
It'll do you good to get
away for a day or two.
I've ironed your shirts, ready.
A double room for the ninth.
Thank you, sir. Yes, we look
forward to seeing you.
Bye now, thank you.
Ah, good morning,
Mrs. Clegg, Mr. Clegg.
Idiot! This time, you
nearly killed someone!
- What?
- I have just sent a guest to hospital.
He slipped on some loose stair carpet.
From top to bottom.
Stair carpet, remember?
The one you was supposed to have fixed.
- I did.
- It was loose.
I checked every tread.
Then, you should
have double-check.
Well, you took me off it.
You wanted me to clear out the works.
I don't give a damn
where I wanted you.
- You're finished.
- What?
You're sacked.
Get your things and get out.
- No!
- Are you deaf, lad?
Old Mr. Webster said
Old Mr. Webster
isn't here anymore.
- But he said
- Shut up!
Get out! Go!
THE ANIMALS:
Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
When things go wrong
I seem to be bad
I'm just a soul whose
intentions are good
Oh, Lord! Please don't let
me be misunderstood ♪
when all my day's work is through
I call my baby
And ask her what shall we do?
I mention movies
And she don't seem to dig that
And then she asks me,
Why don't I come to her flat?
And have some supper
And let the evening pass by
By playing records
Besides a groovy hi-fi
I say yeh, yeh
That's what I say
I say yeh, yeh
My baby loves me
She gets me feeling so fine
She gives me loving
She lets me know that's she's mine
And when she kisses
I feel the fire get hot
She never misses
She gives it all that she's got
And when she asks me
If everything is okay
I got my answer
The only thing I can say
I say yeh, yeh
That's what I say
I say yeh, yeh
We'll play a melody and
turn the lights down low
So that none can see
We got to do that
We got to do that
And there'll be no-one else alive
In all the world 'cept you and me
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Pretty baby,
I never knew such a thrill
I thought I'd tell you
Because I'm trembling still
And, pretty baby,
I want you all for my own
I think I'm ready
To leave those others alone
And if you ask me
If everything is okay
I got my answer
The only thing I can say
I say yeh, yeh
That's what I say ♪
Hello.
I gather you saw Eileen.
Yes. You haven't told her.
Well, I've told her now.
"No guilt, no secrets," you said.
I was just waiting for the
right moment, that's all.
She knows now,
so everything's fine.
I'll try and get away by
about 3:30 this afternoon.
Pick you up at four?
I'll be ready and waiting.
MANFRED MANN:
Pretty Flamingo
On our block
All of the guys call her 'Flamingo'
'Cos her hair flows like the sun
Carnaby Street comes to Aidensfield.
Let's go for it!
When she walks she moves so fine
That's gorgeous.
Yeah, love it. Okay.
Excuse me, sir. Would you mind?
Excuse me, sir.
We're doing a shoot here.
Just a couple of seconds.
Just to the left. Would you just like to,
just move out of the frame.
"Thanks a lot, that's smashing."
"You look fabulous here.
Okay, that's marvellous, yes."
All right, Michelle, darling.
You say it to me now.
That's gorgeous!
Oh, every guy, would make her his
If he just could
If she just would
Some sweet day, I'll make her mine
Pretty flamingo ♪
Well, aren't you going to do summat?
What do you suggest?
It's disgusting.
Fashion models, they called 'em.
Well, I know better.
I wear more in the bath
than they've got on.
I'm just a soul whose
intentions are good
Oh, Lord!
Please don't let me be misunderstood
You should save some
of that for later.
What?
I reckoned you've
had enough, mate.
Yeah.
Sometimes I'm so carefree
I have thoughts like any other one
Sometimes I find myself alone,
regretting
Some foolish thing
Some simple thing I've done
I'm just a soul whose
intentions are good ♪
"Right. Number 33."
"33."
That's what I said. 33.
You deaf or something?
No, but you're drunk.
Stop this car. I'm getting out.
Stop the car!
It has stopped.
I'm not taking this. I'll walk.
You're here.
You're here at number 33.
Look, that's £3.7s.6d you owe me.
Look, come on, where's me fare?
Right!
Eh, I'm talking to you, pal!
Leave me alone. All of ya.
LEAVE ME ALONE!
MANFRED MANN:
Pretty Flamingo (Instrumental)
The place where God wiped his feet.
You must be joking?
Yeah, well, let's just see, shall we?
SQUELCHING
You have really done it this time.
Penny, have I ever let you down?
BOTH: Yes!
When she walks by
She brightens up the neighbourhood
Oh, every guy would make her his
If he just could
If she just would ♪
Understood.
I'll send someone over,
straightaway.
If those girls turned sideways,
you wouldn't have seen anything at all.
I didn't see much,
but what I saw, I liked!
There's more meat
on a butcher's Biro.
Rowan!
Sarge?
Brian Rogers, the lad you were
telling me about yesterday.
The one that you said
wouldn't say boo to a goose.
Well, he's just threatened a taxi
driver with a broken bottle.
They can get change in the van,
but if you've got a space?
- Anywhere will do.
- Yeah, outside lavvy.
- Pig sty.
- The fridge, anywhere really.
- Great sense of humour, these girls.
- Yeah, I can tell that.
You can use the kitchen if you want,
so long as you wipe your feet.
Mind you, I might have to
pop in now and again,
but so long as they both shut their
eyes, there shouldn't be any problem.
Where do you want me?
Er Over on the plough, perhaps.
The plough? Yeah, right.
I tell you, I've had 'em drunk before,
but never like this one.
He's crackers, if you asked me.
So how much does he owe you?
£3.7s.6d.
Has he got the money?
How do I know? All he put
my way was a broken bottle.
So what was he doing in Whitby?
Getting drunk, what else.
Oh, apparently,
he's just got the sack.
He's been sacked?
Hm. This morning, he said.
Mr. Rogers!
Push off!
It's PC Rowan, Mr. Rogers.
I need to talk to you.
Get lost.
Can you open the door, please?
(SOBBING) Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
You want me to come to the door?
I'll come to the door!
I'll come to the door
and bring a friend.
Come on.
Let's sort this out, please.
Get back!
Go on!
All right! Steady!
Get back! All of ya!
- We're going.
- Go on! go!
Leave me alone!
FOURMOST: Girls Girls Girls
Mr. Greengrass
Go on, love. Mind the brake!
Otherwise, you'll go down the hill.
"Hang on! I'll just"
I'm just a red-blooded boy
And I can't stop
thinking about girls ♪
"Lovely! Yes!"
"That's the shot.
Just hold that pose."
"That is beautiful.
You are a natural!"
Just gonna come round
and do a couple more.
Just get the dog's head around.
That's it.
Thanks a lot, Mr. Greengrass.
Okay girls. Come on, we've got
what we came for. Let's move it!
About time!
Excuse me!
What about the settling up?
Yeah, we'll sort it out
down at the pub later.
- What time?
- We'll see you later. Bye.
- Right, what's happening?
- There's still no change, sarge.
I think we should hold tight
and let him sleep it off.
A police officer's been threatened
with an offensive weapon.
Holding tight is not an option.
Who's this?
Taxi driver.
He's crackers in there, sarge,
and he's not just drunk.
PC Rowan is appraising
me of the situation, sir.
So, if you'll excuse us,
we'll get on with the job.
Right, I want one man at the front,
one at the back
and one to control these
moronic spectators.
Sarge, we've got a man drunk
in there waving a gun around.
What do you say we get a dog in?
A dog?
Yeah. Nothing sobers
up a man up faster
than a set of jaws
locked to his soft parts.
We don't have a dog, Bellamy.
North Allerton have.
I'll call them.
What? And say we can't get a nutter
to pay his taxi fare without their help?
Get a grip, Ventress!
Better?
Mr. Rogers!
This is Sergeant Blaketon.
Push off!
Open the door.
You think I'm stupid?
You think I'm an idiot?
If you open the door,
it'll be much better for you.
Better for me? Liar!
Now just put the gun
down and come outside.
Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up!
Come outside. Quietly.
(SOBBING) No. No. No! No!
CRASH
Nick's probably right, sarge.
Let him sleep it off.
He's not making a fool
of me in front of that lot.
We'll break the door down.
- Bellamy.
- Sarge!
Greengrass thinks he
might be able to help.
We've already got one mad drunk.
I know the lad.
He knows the family, sarge.
Does he? So, what have
you got for us, Greengrass?
Well, from what I can hear,
he not listening to your lot.
What of it?
You want to send for his mother.
He listens to her.
She'd frighten Rocky Marciano.
Where is she, then?
She works at the wool mill.
Her name's Avis.
Well, it doesn't happen often,
but the 'Orrible Oracle might
have spoken some sense.
Well, let's cancel the sledgehammer.
Bellamy, bring in the mother.
Sarge.
When she walks by
she brightens up the
neighbourhood ♪
Use the Devonshire Room on the left.
Lovely ladies, Mr. Jansson.
Yeah, and very professional.
Well, the place is yours.
Just make sure you get our name
into the picture somewhere.
I'll do my best.
I'll make her mine
Pretty flamingo
And every guy will envy me
For paradise is where I'll be ♪
(LAUGHING)
Avis Rogers, sarge.
Mrs. Rogers.
Your man's told me
what's been going on.
He's got sacked from
Webster's, he told me.
We've only got the taxi driver's
word for that, Mrs. Rogers.
I'll give him sack!
Well, the situation is this
The situation is he's
jobless and drunk.
Well, er, yes.
I'm teetotal, so he's not
picked it up from me.
His father can answer for that,
if you can find the old soak.
Well, we're not to apportion
blame, Mrs. Rogers.
Your son has threatened
a police officer with a gun.
He's in serious trouble.
Listen. That gun was
made safe years ago.
It hasn't fired a shot
since t'Boer War.
Just go easy on him, eh.
Go easy on him?
I'm his mother.
When I saw him yesterday,
he seemed under a lot of pressure.
Was it you got him sacked?
Not that I'm aware of, no.
Well if you want me to sort this out,
you'd better all stand back.
(SWEETLY) Brian?
Brian, love, it's me.
Open t'door, Brian.
At least talk to me, Brian.
Brian?
What do you reckon?
I'd say she's half his problem.
You in a hurry or something?
Yeah, I could be if this goes on.
Well, we should have a whip-round
and pay for his taxi
calls it a draw and gone home.
Okay, let's just have our waiter
offering the lady of the manor
a glass of her favourite tipple.
That's good.
Just there, can you
just hold the glasses.
That's the one, that's nice, yeah.
Beautiful. Okay.
We can lose you for the moment.
I want you to come round here.
Give us a bit of Marilyn, go on, babe.
Go for it.
That's gorgeous.
Eat your heart out, Miss Monroe.
Alright, yeah.
That's nice.
I'll come down a little bit lower.
Okay. Pop the weasel, babe.
Pop it!
"Yes. That's gorgeous!"
A little bit of English Rose.
To the manor born. Beautiful.
Right, let's um
Put yourself up there.
Just shift the bits and pieces.
I'll be returning you'll see
Across the blue sea
My sunshine girl
Tonight, tonight and every night
I'm going to dream about you ♪
Come on, son, talk to me.
Brian!
You're not asleep,
so don't make out you are.
I know you, Brian. I know you!
LOUD KNOCKING ON DOOR
This is my house!
Let me in this instant!
I'm not sure this is a good idea.
Nor am I.
Let's get rid of her.
I mean now, Brian!
I said now, Brian. NOW!
Hey! What did I tell you?
That tongue could cut
through boiler plate.
Oh, let's hope that's
the problem's sorted.
This calls for a bit of a dip into
the police hospitality fund
for a drink for them that
have sorted it out for you?
- Not so fast.
BREAKING GLASS
Sarge.
(STRANGLED) Let me go. Let me go.
GUNSHO
That's what I said, a dog.
Unless it's got the nous of Lassie,
I want the handler to come with it.
Out!
- What's happening?
- Well, there's not a sound, sarge.
- And why is that, do you think?
- That's anyone's guess.
Well, you're the only one
who's spend any time with him.
Only when he was sober.
- Ventress!
- Yes, sarge.
I want that crowd moved now.
If you want owt else,
I'll be in the pub.
Right, so, where does this leave me?
Now you heard the shot.
Just stay well clear.
What about me money?
Not our concern.
Not now we've got a murder enquiry.
Oh, great, yeah. Yeah.
Thanks. Thanks a lot!
Ladies, let me help
you with all those.
Oh, no, thanks.
You wouldn't
They're all in order.
They they have to
go back just right.
Oh, I see.
(Get him in the motor.)
Nice motor, Mr. Webster.
- You like it?
- I certainly do.
That is my pride and joy.
I bet.
Me and Sylvie would
love a ride in it.
Then why not?
You would?
Of course. It would be my pleasure.
As soon as you're ready.
Smashing.
It'll make a nice change from
travelling in his old tin can!
Mr. Webster?
Yes, Mrs. McInver.
Are they going?
Soon, Mrs. McInver.
They're going soon.
Only, I would like to get
things back to normal.
Yes, yes, but for the moment,
find a good book, a quiet spot
and stop fussing.
We best try round
the back again.
Oh, no point, sarge.
Definitely no access.
Oh, perhaps if we got
into next door's loft,
you could crawl
through, Ventress?
Well, I'll just check
again, make sure.
Rowan, have another
go at the letter box.
Brian, it's Nick Rowan again.
We know you've got problems.
If you just want to talk about it,
you and me. Brian.
Well, just let us know
if you're all right.
SILENCE
ROY ORBISON: Pretty Woman
Pretty woman,
won't you pardon me?
Pretty woman,
I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman
That you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me?
Grrroowwwwllll!
Pretty woman, stop awhile
Pretty woman, talk awhile
Pretty woman,
give your smile to me ♪
Mrs. Rogers?
Can you hear me, Mrs. Rogers?
Brian, is your mother all right?
We need to know.
CROWD MURMURING
Mrs. Rogers. Are you all right?
Mrs. Rogers?
Are you all right?
HEAVY BREATHING
Mrs. Rogers?
Can you hear me, Mrs. Rogers?
Sarge, it looks like he's
got her in the back room.
Well, I've just had a word
with Webster's housekeeper.
They've had some valuables
nicked from the hotel.
You best go and have
a word with her.
What, now? But anything
can happen here, sarge.
We're doing nothing more
till the dog handler arrives.
Now, get on your bike.
Come on, keep this passage clear.
Come on.
Here, George, what are you
doing gawping with this lot?
Haven't you got any bottles to count?
Gina got me to agree to let some
photographer use the pub.
I'm keeping all
clear of that surface.
Come on, keep back.
What do you think?
Very nice. Not much of it.
Does it fit?
Aye, it certainly does. Yeah.
Looks fantastic.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Right now, Michelle darling,
that's you behind the bar.
Sylvie, you too.
Okay. Now, Gina, on
the bar stool, yeah?
Miss Sophisti-cat.
Sir, would you like to
sit yourself there?
That's looking good.
Ah we can have drinks, yeah?
No, not really.
We're not even open.
Well, I can't photograph
a bar without drinks.
Come on, everybody.
Drinks are on me!
(CHEERING)
In you come. That's it.
All right then,
but soft drinks only.
Hi!
Jo, it looks like I'm
going to be held up.
Oh why, what's happened?
Oh, some bloke's flipped his lid
and taken his mother hostage.
He's got an old service revolver.
Oh, what are you going to do?
Well, Blaketon's waiting for
the dog handler to arrive.
I've been called out on another job,
but I've got to go back.
Well, have you any idea
how long you're gonna be?
Well, I'm stuck until
something happens.
Nick, is this man dangerous?
Oh, we don't know.
Stupid question, I suppose.
Well, I'll see you when I see you.
Yeah, hopefully,
I won't be too long.
Of course, I can't be certain
that they are involved.
People wander in
and out of the hotel.
I even thought Brian had
something to do with it.
And why's that?
Mr. Webster dismissed
him this morning.
Oh, the poor boy, he was
well, he was devastated.
Right, come on, everybody.
Let's gather round the
bar for a group photo.
Mr. Webster!
Straight down the lens.
I really must be getting away now.
No, no, no. We really
must have you in this.
Uh, no, I really must.
Please. Don't be camera shy.
All right, that's nice.
Everybody nice and relaxed.
Okay. This way, straight down.
Girls, can you just tuck
yourselves in a bit.
That's it. Tuck yourselves in.
Just a little bit more.
Tuck yourselves in.
Everybody this way.
Everybody this way.
That's it. That's nice.
That's great!
Okay, everybody!
I hope this is for Vogue,
not Farmer's Weekly.
That's better right.
Lift your glasses up a little bit.
Lift them up. That's it.
Smile! Just relax!
Come on. A bit nice,
country thoughts.
That's the one.
That's nice. Okay.
Everybody this way.
Everybody
I don't believe it.
Just run out of film.
Alright. Listen, everybody,
just stay exactly where you are.
Alright. I'll be back in one minute.
GEORGIE FAME: Get Away
Don't have to pack things
Just get away
Got to go!
Get away!
Take a look at that deep blue sea
Don't you think it looks great?
Not a cloud to be seen in the sky
And the sun won't wait
Eh, I wish I'd got a camera.
George, it's Nick. That photographer,
did he make it to your place?
He's been, he's gone,
and so have my takings.
Right con artist.
I saw them driving off, heading south.
About three or four minutes ago.
Where's that ruddy dog handler?
He must be on his way.
Sarge, can I have a go
at talking to Rogers?
Can you have a 'go', Bellamy?
This is a hostage negotiation,
not a ride on the big dipper.
Well, read the manual.
Oh, you've read the
manual, have you.
Well, in that case, let's see if you can
get that lot to give up and go home.
Still no sound from inside, sarge.
Got to go!
I hope you're ready
cos take a look outside
Don't mind the weather, girl
Let's take a ride
Get away!
We'll leave the city folk
They'll have to stay
Don't have to pack a thing
Just get away
Got to go!
Get away
Come on, we can take him on.
Don't be so stupid.
Shut up. Let's see what he wants.
Hello again.
Constable, is there a problem?
You could say. Is the
back of the van locked?
No. Why?
I'd like to look inside,
if that's alright with you?
We're busted.
We could shift the
bike and take off.
- I'm splitting.
- What?
You do what you want. I'm off.
I know a little place
Not far from town
Got to go
It's a kind of pretty place
Three up, two down ♪
You can catch us,
or you can catch him?
Oh, thank you.
I think I'll do both.
ENGINE CU
Get away
Got to go
Get away
Got away
Get away
Got to go
Get away
Got away
Get away
Got away ♪
Oh, you took your
time, constable.
This is a matter of life and death.
I want this situation
sorted out straightaway.
Ventress, stand by with
the sledgehammer.
Right.
Ready?
Brian's gone to sleep.
I knew he would.
Anyone want a cup of tea?
(Ventress!)
Get back here!
CLOCK CHIMES
Now, don't forget.
There are four prisoners need
processing before you lot knock off.
Sarge. I would have gone four
hours over. I should get away early.
Well, naturally my heart is
bleeding for you, Rowan,
but this lad Rogers refuses
to speak to anyone but you.
- Sarge!
- What it is to be popular, eh?
What was that, Bellamy?
Uh, nothing, sarge.
Oh, Rowan
Tell me. How did you
know this con artist
wasn't a photographer
when you first met him?
Well, he said he's been drinking
with David Bailey, in the Cat's Cradle.
It's a pub in London.
So?
So, it's pulled down
ages ago, sarge.
So, you knew he was a liar,
but you still let him turn
over Webster's place?
No, I knew he was dodgy,
that's all, sarge.
If we arrested everyone in the
fashion business for pretence,
the prisons would be full.
Like ours.
DOOR OPENING
Brian.
How are you?
Okay.
Your friends at the hotel
are worried about you.
Are they?
I want my job back.
Well, that may not
be possible, Brian.
I'm not used to drink.
It made me mad.
I just sort of snapped.
I never thought the
gun would go off.
Do you believe me?
Yeah.
What will happen to me?
Well, that depends on the court.
You still feeling groggy?
Yeah.
When your head's a bit clear,
we'll talk again, alright.
Only to you.
I'll only talk to you.
Yeah, I have to be somewhere else.
No.
I won't be here.
Then that's no good.
I'd stay if I could
Nobody else!
- I won't talk to anybody else.
- I have to go!
Look!
These others don't know me.
You know I'm not like that.
You know me.
You've treated me right.
Please.
All right.
You'll come back?
Yeah.
I hope you realise it's
all being catalogued?
Catalogued? My word.
Next you'll be telling
us you've got receipts.
You stick it in a box
so I can take it.
This is all evidence, Greengrass.
You won't be seeing
these for a while.
You what?
It will give us time to
check the provenance
of one or two of these items.
Check the what?
You know, where you nicked 'em from.
That's nearly libellous, that, Blaketon.
I paid good money for this lot.
I hope you're well insured
because there's a signed photo of
Nelson there that's worth over £200.
Are you sure, Claude?
Course I'm sure!
Well, it will have to have been taken 30
years before the camera was invented.
I thought you weren't coming.
You're not going in your uniform?
No. Look. Sorry about this.
Never mind, you're here now.
We get going, we can still
make something of it.
You can change here.
- Jo.
- Yes?
I've got to get back to the station.
What, now?
- Yeah.
- Why?
I had no choice.
What's happened?
Well, we arrested that man and
took his mother to the station.
I have to deal it.
Well, can't somebody else do it?
- No.
- Why not?
He won't speak to anyone else.
And that's the reason
why you can't go?
Look, he's in deep trouble, Jo.
He's pleaded with me not to leave him.
I couldn't say no.
But you can to me?
- Jo.
- You said you had no choice!
- Well, it's the job.
- No, it isn't.
This isn't about the job.
It's about you!
Sorry?
You've been against
this trip all along.
No, that's not true.
You didn't want anybody to know!
Look, we can rearrange the trip.
I'll make it up to you.
No.
It's over.
Look, it's my job. I can't choose
the way things are gonna happen.
We're finished.
You made your choice.
Well, I'm sorry I
spoilt your weekend.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
Table two.
I'll take that, thank you.
Now you serve table six with coffee.
They're still waiting.
Mr. and Mrs. Clegg,
everything to your satisfaction?
Thank you very much indeed.
Good night now.
Come on, you. Chop chop!
What the?!
Call the Fire Brigade!
Come on, you, with me.
DOOR OPENING
- You still looking for snoopers?
- Eh?
Whenever you leave me,
you look both ways,
like a man with a guilty secret.
No guilt and no secret.
Are you sure?
I can't wait for the weekend.
- Good to get away.
- Oh, yeah.
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
I've confirmation from the hotel
and they're expecting
us sometime for dinner.
That sounds fine.
I'd better go.
Let you get your beauty sleep.
Good night.
THE KINKS: Dead End Street
There's a crack up in the ceiling
And the kitchen sink is leaking
Out of work and got no money
A Sunday joint of bread and honey
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment
on the second floor
KNOCK ON DOOR
- Hang on. Just a minute.
The rent collector's knocking
Trying to get in ♪
Come in. It's open.
Hello, Claude.
Ah, Maggie. I didn't expect
to see you round so soon.
Well, it's not so often I get an
SOS to come round here, is it.
What's wrong?
I've got summat up my nail.
I don't know what it is, but,
it ain't half making it throb.
It's like, you know
You dragged me round
here for a finger, Claude?
Oh, come on,
let's take a look at it.
Oh, careful. What have I done to
deserve such an angel of mercy?
Paid your taxes, I assume?
That'll be the day.
Argh! Oww! Can you see it?
I think it's down be careful!
I think it's down the side somewhere.
Wherever it is, it don't half hurt.
PEACOCKS SCREAMING
HAMMERING
Quite a mess!
Aye. Lucky I spotted it.
Otherwise, it would
have been a lot worse.
My car could have
gone up for a start.
Mr. Webster?
Yes, Mrs. McInver.
PC Rowan to see you.
Oh, thank you.
Good morning, Constable.
Morning.
Oh, Mrs. McInver?
Yes, sir?
Where's Rogers?
He's doing the stairs.
Still? Tell him to get down here now,
start clearing this mess.
Yes, sir.
You know, I might be able to use it.
What?
You'd be surprised what makes
a good background for a picture.
No, thank you.
I don't want the people to associate
my hotel with charred remains.
Mr. Jansson is a fashion
photographer, Constable.
Oh, right.
Ya, he's up from London to look
for locations for a 'shoot'?
- That's what your fellow said?
- Shoot, yeah.
That's a glamorous job,
Mr. Jansson.
Nah, working too many godforsaken
places to go along with that.
He's just being modest, Constable.
It's only the last week,
he had a drink with David Bailey.
Even I've heard of him.
David Bailey, eh?
Well, there's a group, you know.
We drink in the Cat's Cradle.
It's the snapper's
bar in Battersea.
Oh, Rogers, what's the matter
with you? Chop chop!
I thought you're waiting for the
insurance man, Mr. Webster.
He's been and gone, man.
Come on, get on with it.
Well, Mr. Jannson, I suggest you
have a look around the house
while I talk to Constable Rowan.
Okay, fine, I'll do that. Ciao.
Nice meeting you.
This was something of a shock.
Did the Fire Brigade
say what caused it?
Faulty wiring, that's all.
So, how can I help?
I want you to get to the
bottom of it, constable.
I'm not convinced it was
an accident, you see.
And this is the billiard room.
Yeah, yeah, I like it. Yeah.
Hey, that's gonna work. That's nice.
Yeah, okay, can
see that happening.
Baby! Whoa!
This is it! Yeah, like it!
No. When my father died, death duties
meant I either had to sell this house
or turn it into a
money-making venture.
Well, you seemed to be
building a reputation.
Locally perhaps,
but that's not enough.
We have to attract
a much wider public.
Now this photographer fellow,
he might help us with that.
I give him access to the hotel
in return for publicity.
That sounds like good business.
Now, about this fire?
Oh, aye. Sorry.
Well, when the house became a hotel,
I took on most of my father's staff,
including Brian Rogers.
And what's his job?
General dogsbody.
He's not the brightest, but my
Father had a soft spot for him.
And you haven't?
Oh, no. I'm sure the
feeling's mutual, Constable.
Too many incidents have
occurred which in my view,
cannot be put down to
bad luck or carelessness.
Faulty wiring may
have sparked the fire,
but it was paraffin
that spurred it on.
Do you suspect him?
I can't prove anything.
So what motive could he have?
I told you my father
was very fond of him.
Became dependent upon
him when he was infirm.
I wasn't here.
Business commitments and so on.
When I took over, I think that
Rogers became deeply resentful.
What you're describing, Mr. Webster,
sounds more like personnel problems
than a police matter.
What I'm describing, Constable,
is a series of malicious acts,
which I want investigating,
and urgently.
Oh, that's nice, Claude.
Yeah. It is nice, in't it.
It's very unusual. Where's it from?
Same place I got
that thing in my finger
round the back of a settee when
I was doing house clearance.
You must be more careful
in the future, Claude.
Hey Maggie, I don't like
asking personal questions,
Good. Cos I don't
like answering them.
No, seriously.
I've never understood
how a lovely lady like you
haven't got an escort?
An escort? What for?
Well
pour you drinks, open doors.
Tell you if your
seams are straight.
Hey. You don't muck about with one of
these penniless young bloke, you know.
You want to find somebody
a bit more mature.
Oh, really?
Ah, well. They're much less
demanding, you know.
They've usually got a few bob.
Well, I'll keep my eyes open,
Claude.
(CHUCKLING) You do that.
Were you here when it started?
In the kitchens.
Well the Fire Brigade
said it looked like
faulty wiring set the paraffin off.
Seems likely.
Really?
Odds on.
Told the boss it
was in a bad state.
Was the paraffin
always kept on the shelf?
Long as I've been here.
Well, things must have changed
a bit since old Mr. Webster died.
What was he like?
Like?
Yeah.
He were the best.
You got on well with him?
Yeah.
How about Mr. Webster Junior?
Did he get on with his father?
I dunno. He were hardly ever here.
Well, he is now.
Keeping you busy,
by the looks of things.
I don't complain.
But he does?
He doesn't like me
bumping into visitors.
The hotel guests?
Says I give the wrong impression.
- Hello.
- Oh, good morning.
And how's Katie?
Nick said she was a bit off-colour.
Oh, he's a specialist in
false alarm. She's fine.
She certainly looks it, don't you.
I'm in a bit of a rush. Will you tell
Nick that I'll see him tomorrow.
Oh, hasn't he told you?
He's going away for the weekend.
Oh! Well, I'll see him
when I see him then. Bye.
Bye.
And it's not on the slate.
That's a fancy affair Maggie's
put on your finger, Claude.
Do they do a matching eye patch?
If you're not careful,
you'll be wearing one.
Who's that chap through
there with Gina?
Oh, it's some photographer
who wants to use the pub
as background of some sort.
Gina's all in a mucksweat about it.
I wanted to be a fashion model
right from junior school.
You'd do very well.
No. They're so skinny now.
Yeah, too skinny.
You should have persevered.
You're a talented girl, I can tell.
I tell you what,
if your uncle will play ball,
I see if I can squeeze
you into the frame.
Oh, leave him to me.
How long will you need?
Half an hour maximum.
I'll see what I can do.
Gina, who's that over there?
Claude Greengrass.
Does he turn up here often?
Like a bad penny.
But we can always
ban him for the day.
No, no, no. That's the sort
of local colour that I'm after.
Well, in my opinion, sarge,
we should file a report
and leave it at that.
This Webster character can
make a lot of noise, Rowan.
You sure he's barking
up the wrong tree?
I'd say Brian Rogers hasn't got a
malicious bone in his body, sarge.
And what about the previous incidents,
the so called sabotage?
There's a broken pipe, flooded
bathroom, badly felled tree.
All run-of-the-mill domestic
disasters, sarge.
Now, Rogers may be slow-witted
But you don't see him as a saboteur.
Gina, same again for
Mr. Greengrass, please.
Now, I may be wrong,
but you don't appear to be a man
ruled by the whims of fashion?
It's best not to let people think
you've got owt in my business.
And your business is?
A little bit of buying and selling,
you know, antiques.
Antiques. Hey, that's
big business now.
I do objets d'art, an' all.
So if you want
bits of jewellery
you know, I've usually
got some in stock.
Alright. No, what I thought,
Mr. Greengrass, was
that you represented the
unchanging face of the countryside.
He's looking for local colour, Claude.
I just want to take
a few photographs.
You as you are.
You and the dog.
- The dog?
- Yeah. Perfect accessory.
Models to the fore,
smart as paint
you in the background.
Result? Dynamite!
(CHUCKLING) Dynamite?
Yeah, I'm sorry to ask about it
is there likely to be any money
scattered in this explosion?
It's not like, for me, you know,
it's really for Alfred.
He's not been that well. I'd like
to put him on a bit better diet.
Look, it's only half an hour, and he
said I could be in some of them.
You've dozen of
snaps in your album.
These are not 'snaps'.
- What are they then?
- They're proper photographs.
They don't go in albums,
they go in portfolios.
I bumped into Jo in the village.
She seemed to think she was
seeing you the weekend,
but I told her you were away.
Did I do right?
Y-yeah.
Only, it's not for me to tell people
where you are, what you're doing.
She might not want me to know.
Well, Jo knows about
the weekend, Eileen.
She seemed surprised.
Well, maybe, but not about that.
What then?
Well, she was probably surprised
that I hadn't told you.
Told me what?
That it's Jo I'm going with.
Oh, I wish you'd said.
I must have seemed very foolish.
I'm sorry, Eileen.
I didn't know what you'd think.
Good heavens, you're both adults.
What does it matter
what anybody thinks?
Well, you're not anybody.
Anyway, I hope you have a nice time.
It'll do you good to get
away for a day or two.
I've ironed your shirts, ready.
A double room for the ninth.
Thank you, sir. Yes, we look
forward to seeing you.
Bye now, thank you.
Ah, good morning,
Mrs. Clegg, Mr. Clegg.
Idiot! This time, you
nearly killed someone!
- What?
- I have just sent a guest to hospital.
He slipped on some loose stair carpet.
From top to bottom.
Stair carpet, remember?
The one you was supposed to have fixed.
- I did.
- It was loose.
I checked every tread.
Then, you should
have double-check.
Well, you took me off it.
You wanted me to clear out the works.
I don't give a damn
where I wanted you.
- You're finished.
- What?
You're sacked.
Get your things and get out.
- No!
- Are you deaf, lad?
Old Mr. Webster said
Old Mr. Webster
isn't here anymore.
- But he said
- Shut up!
Get out! Go!
THE ANIMALS:
Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
When things go wrong
I seem to be bad
I'm just a soul whose
intentions are good
Oh, Lord! Please don't let
me be misunderstood ♪
when all my day's work is through
I call my baby
And ask her what shall we do?
I mention movies
And she don't seem to dig that
And then she asks me,
Why don't I come to her flat?
And have some supper
And let the evening pass by
By playing records
Besides a groovy hi-fi
I say yeh, yeh
That's what I say
I say yeh, yeh
My baby loves me
She gets me feeling so fine
She gives me loving
She lets me know that's she's mine
And when she kisses
I feel the fire get hot
She never misses
She gives it all that she's got
And when she asks me
If everything is okay
I got my answer
The only thing I can say
I say yeh, yeh
That's what I say
I say yeh, yeh
We'll play a melody and
turn the lights down low
So that none can see
We got to do that
We got to do that
And there'll be no-one else alive
In all the world 'cept you and me
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Pretty baby,
I never knew such a thrill
I thought I'd tell you
Because I'm trembling still
And, pretty baby,
I want you all for my own
I think I'm ready
To leave those others alone
And if you ask me
If everything is okay
I got my answer
The only thing I can say
I say yeh, yeh
That's what I say ♪
Hello.
I gather you saw Eileen.
Yes. You haven't told her.
Well, I've told her now.
"No guilt, no secrets," you said.
I was just waiting for the
right moment, that's all.
She knows now,
so everything's fine.
I'll try and get away by
about 3:30 this afternoon.
Pick you up at four?
I'll be ready and waiting.
MANFRED MANN:
Pretty Flamingo
On our block
All of the guys call her 'Flamingo'
'Cos her hair flows like the sun
Carnaby Street comes to Aidensfield.
Let's go for it!
When she walks she moves so fine
That's gorgeous.
Yeah, love it. Okay.
Excuse me, sir. Would you mind?
Excuse me, sir.
We're doing a shoot here.
Just a couple of seconds.
Just to the left. Would you just like to,
just move out of the frame.
"Thanks a lot, that's smashing."
"You look fabulous here.
Okay, that's marvellous, yes."
All right, Michelle, darling.
You say it to me now.
That's gorgeous!
Oh, every guy, would make her his
If he just could
If she just would
Some sweet day, I'll make her mine
Pretty flamingo ♪
Well, aren't you going to do summat?
What do you suggest?
It's disgusting.
Fashion models, they called 'em.
Well, I know better.
I wear more in the bath
than they've got on.
I'm just a soul whose
intentions are good
Oh, Lord!
Please don't let me be misunderstood
You should save some
of that for later.
What?
I reckoned you've
had enough, mate.
Yeah.
Sometimes I'm so carefree
I have thoughts like any other one
Sometimes I find myself alone,
regretting
Some foolish thing
Some simple thing I've done
I'm just a soul whose
intentions are good ♪
"Right. Number 33."
"33."
That's what I said. 33.
You deaf or something?
No, but you're drunk.
Stop this car. I'm getting out.
Stop the car!
It has stopped.
I'm not taking this. I'll walk.
You're here.
You're here at number 33.
Look, that's £3.7s.6d you owe me.
Look, come on, where's me fare?
Right!
Eh, I'm talking to you, pal!
Leave me alone. All of ya.
LEAVE ME ALONE!
MANFRED MANN:
Pretty Flamingo (Instrumental)
The place where God wiped his feet.
You must be joking?
Yeah, well, let's just see, shall we?
SQUELCHING
You have really done it this time.
Penny, have I ever let you down?
BOTH: Yes!
When she walks by
She brightens up the neighbourhood
Oh, every guy would make her his
If he just could
If she just would ♪
Understood.
I'll send someone over,
straightaway.
If those girls turned sideways,
you wouldn't have seen anything at all.
I didn't see much,
but what I saw, I liked!
There's more meat
on a butcher's Biro.
Rowan!
Sarge?
Brian Rogers, the lad you were
telling me about yesterday.
The one that you said
wouldn't say boo to a goose.
Well, he's just threatened a taxi
driver with a broken bottle.
They can get change in the van,
but if you've got a space?
- Anywhere will do.
- Yeah, outside lavvy.
- Pig sty.
- The fridge, anywhere really.
- Great sense of humour, these girls.
- Yeah, I can tell that.
You can use the kitchen if you want,
so long as you wipe your feet.
Mind you, I might have to
pop in now and again,
but so long as they both shut their
eyes, there shouldn't be any problem.
Where do you want me?
Er Over on the plough, perhaps.
The plough? Yeah, right.
I tell you, I've had 'em drunk before,
but never like this one.
He's crackers, if you asked me.
So how much does he owe you?
£3.7s.6d.
Has he got the money?
How do I know? All he put
my way was a broken bottle.
So what was he doing in Whitby?
Getting drunk, what else.
Oh, apparently,
he's just got the sack.
He's been sacked?
Hm. This morning, he said.
Mr. Rogers!
Push off!
It's PC Rowan, Mr. Rogers.
I need to talk to you.
Get lost.
Can you open the door, please?
(SOBBING) Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
You want me to come to the door?
I'll come to the door!
I'll come to the door
and bring a friend.
Come on.
Let's sort this out, please.
Get back!
Go on!
All right! Steady!
Get back! All of ya!
- We're going.
- Go on! go!
Leave me alone!
FOURMOST: Girls Girls Girls
Mr. Greengrass
Go on, love. Mind the brake!
Otherwise, you'll go down the hill.
"Hang on! I'll just"
I'm just a red-blooded boy
And I can't stop
thinking about girls ♪
"Lovely! Yes!"
"That's the shot.
Just hold that pose."
"That is beautiful.
You are a natural!"
Just gonna come round
and do a couple more.
Just get the dog's head around.
That's it.
Thanks a lot, Mr. Greengrass.
Okay girls. Come on, we've got
what we came for. Let's move it!
About time!
Excuse me!
What about the settling up?
Yeah, we'll sort it out
down at the pub later.
- What time?
- We'll see you later. Bye.
- Right, what's happening?
- There's still no change, sarge.
I think we should hold tight
and let him sleep it off.
A police officer's been threatened
with an offensive weapon.
Holding tight is not an option.
Who's this?
Taxi driver.
He's crackers in there, sarge,
and he's not just drunk.
PC Rowan is appraising
me of the situation, sir.
So, if you'll excuse us,
we'll get on with the job.
Right, I want one man at the front,
one at the back
and one to control these
moronic spectators.
Sarge, we've got a man drunk
in there waving a gun around.
What do you say we get a dog in?
A dog?
Yeah. Nothing sobers
up a man up faster
than a set of jaws
locked to his soft parts.
We don't have a dog, Bellamy.
North Allerton have.
I'll call them.
What? And say we can't get a nutter
to pay his taxi fare without their help?
Get a grip, Ventress!
Better?
Mr. Rogers!
This is Sergeant Blaketon.
Push off!
Open the door.
You think I'm stupid?
You think I'm an idiot?
If you open the door,
it'll be much better for you.
Better for me? Liar!
Now just put the gun
down and come outside.
Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up!
Come outside. Quietly.
(SOBBING) No. No. No! No!
CRASH
Nick's probably right, sarge.
Let him sleep it off.
He's not making a fool
of me in front of that lot.
We'll break the door down.
- Bellamy.
- Sarge!
Greengrass thinks he
might be able to help.
We've already got one mad drunk.
I know the lad.
He knows the family, sarge.
Does he? So, what have
you got for us, Greengrass?
Well, from what I can hear,
he not listening to your lot.
What of it?
You want to send for his mother.
He listens to her.
She'd frighten Rocky Marciano.
Where is she, then?
She works at the wool mill.
Her name's Avis.
Well, it doesn't happen often,
but the 'Orrible Oracle might
have spoken some sense.
Well, let's cancel the sledgehammer.
Bellamy, bring in the mother.
Sarge.
When she walks by
she brightens up the
neighbourhood ♪
Use the Devonshire Room on the left.
Lovely ladies, Mr. Jansson.
Yeah, and very professional.
Well, the place is yours.
Just make sure you get our name
into the picture somewhere.
I'll do my best.
I'll make her mine
Pretty flamingo
And every guy will envy me
For paradise is where I'll be ♪
(LAUGHING)
Avis Rogers, sarge.
Mrs. Rogers.
Your man's told me
what's been going on.
He's got sacked from
Webster's, he told me.
We've only got the taxi driver's
word for that, Mrs. Rogers.
I'll give him sack!
Well, the situation is this
The situation is he's
jobless and drunk.
Well, er, yes.
I'm teetotal, so he's not
picked it up from me.
His father can answer for that,
if you can find the old soak.
Well, we're not to apportion
blame, Mrs. Rogers.
Your son has threatened
a police officer with a gun.
He's in serious trouble.
Listen. That gun was
made safe years ago.
It hasn't fired a shot
since t'Boer War.
Just go easy on him, eh.
Go easy on him?
I'm his mother.
When I saw him yesterday,
he seemed under a lot of pressure.
Was it you got him sacked?
Not that I'm aware of, no.
Well if you want me to sort this out,
you'd better all stand back.
(SWEETLY) Brian?
Brian, love, it's me.
Open t'door, Brian.
At least talk to me, Brian.
Brian?
What do you reckon?
I'd say she's half his problem.
You in a hurry or something?
Yeah, I could be if this goes on.
Well, we should have a whip-round
and pay for his taxi
calls it a draw and gone home.
Okay, let's just have our waiter
offering the lady of the manor
a glass of her favourite tipple.
That's good.
Just there, can you
just hold the glasses.
That's the one, that's nice, yeah.
Beautiful. Okay.
We can lose you for the moment.
I want you to come round here.
Give us a bit of Marilyn, go on, babe.
Go for it.
That's gorgeous.
Eat your heart out, Miss Monroe.
Alright, yeah.
That's nice.
I'll come down a little bit lower.
Okay. Pop the weasel, babe.
Pop it!
"Yes. That's gorgeous!"
A little bit of English Rose.
To the manor born. Beautiful.
Right, let's um
Put yourself up there.
Just shift the bits and pieces.
I'll be returning you'll see
Across the blue sea
My sunshine girl
Tonight, tonight and every night
I'm going to dream about you ♪
Come on, son, talk to me.
Brian!
You're not asleep,
so don't make out you are.
I know you, Brian. I know you!
LOUD KNOCKING ON DOOR
This is my house!
Let me in this instant!
I'm not sure this is a good idea.
Nor am I.
Let's get rid of her.
I mean now, Brian!
I said now, Brian. NOW!
Hey! What did I tell you?
That tongue could cut
through boiler plate.
Oh, let's hope that's
the problem's sorted.
This calls for a bit of a dip into
the police hospitality fund
for a drink for them that
have sorted it out for you?
- Not so fast.
BREAKING GLASS
Sarge.
(STRANGLED) Let me go. Let me go.
GUNSHO
That's what I said, a dog.
Unless it's got the nous of Lassie,
I want the handler to come with it.
Out!
- What's happening?
- Well, there's not a sound, sarge.
- And why is that, do you think?
- That's anyone's guess.
Well, you're the only one
who's spend any time with him.
Only when he was sober.
- Ventress!
- Yes, sarge.
I want that crowd moved now.
If you want owt else,
I'll be in the pub.
Right, so, where does this leave me?
Now you heard the shot.
Just stay well clear.
What about me money?
Not our concern.
Not now we've got a murder enquiry.
Oh, great, yeah. Yeah.
Thanks. Thanks a lot!
Ladies, let me help
you with all those.
Oh, no, thanks.
You wouldn't
They're all in order.
They they have to
go back just right.
Oh, I see.
(Get him in the motor.)
Nice motor, Mr. Webster.
- You like it?
- I certainly do.
That is my pride and joy.
I bet.
Me and Sylvie would
love a ride in it.
Then why not?
You would?
Of course. It would be my pleasure.
As soon as you're ready.
Smashing.
It'll make a nice change from
travelling in his old tin can!
Mr. Webster?
Yes, Mrs. McInver.
Are they going?
Soon, Mrs. McInver.
They're going soon.
Only, I would like to get
things back to normal.
Yes, yes, but for the moment,
find a good book, a quiet spot
and stop fussing.
We best try round
the back again.
Oh, no point, sarge.
Definitely no access.
Oh, perhaps if we got
into next door's loft,
you could crawl
through, Ventress?
Well, I'll just check
again, make sure.
Rowan, have another
go at the letter box.
Brian, it's Nick Rowan again.
We know you've got problems.
If you just want to talk about it,
you and me. Brian.
Well, just let us know
if you're all right.
SILENCE
ROY ORBISON: Pretty Woman
Pretty woman,
won't you pardon me?
Pretty woman,
I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman
That you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me?
Grrroowwwwllll!
Pretty woman, stop awhile
Pretty woman, talk awhile
Pretty woman,
give your smile to me ♪
Mrs. Rogers?
Can you hear me, Mrs. Rogers?
Brian, is your mother all right?
We need to know.
CROWD MURMURING
Mrs. Rogers. Are you all right?
Mrs. Rogers?
Are you all right?
HEAVY BREATHING
Mrs. Rogers?
Can you hear me, Mrs. Rogers?
Sarge, it looks like he's
got her in the back room.
Well, I've just had a word
with Webster's housekeeper.
They've had some valuables
nicked from the hotel.
You best go and have
a word with her.
What, now? But anything
can happen here, sarge.
We're doing nothing more
till the dog handler arrives.
Now, get on your bike.
Come on, keep this passage clear.
Come on.
Here, George, what are you
doing gawping with this lot?
Haven't you got any bottles to count?
Gina got me to agree to let some
photographer use the pub.
I'm keeping all
clear of that surface.
Come on, keep back.
What do you think?
Very nice. Not much of it.
Does it fit?
Aye, it certainly does. Yeah.
Looks fantastic.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Right now, Michelle darling,
that's you behind the bar.
Sylvie, you too.
Okay. Now, Gina, on
the bar stool, yeah?
Miss Sophisti-cat.
Sir, would you like to
sit yourself there?
That's looking good.
Ah we can have drinks, yeah?
No, not really.
We're not even open.
Well, I can't photograph
a bar without drinks.
Come on, everybody.
Drinks are on me!
(CHEERING)
In you come. That's it.
All right then,
but soft drinks only.
Hi!
Jo, it looks like I'm
going to be held up.
Oh why, what's happened?
Oh, some bloke's flipped his lid
and taken his mother hostage.
He's got an old service revolver.
Oh, what are you going to do?
Well, Blaketon's waiting for
the dog handler to arrive.
I've been called out on another job,
but I've got to go back.
Well, have you any idea
how long you're gonna be?
Well, I'm stuck until
something happens.
Nick, is this man dangerous?
Oh, we don't know.
Stupid question, I suppose.
Well, I'll see you when I see you.
Yeah, hopefully,
I won't be too long.
Of course, I can't be certain
that they are involved.
People wander in
and out of the hotel.
I even thought Brian had
something to do with it.
And why's that?
Mr. Webster dismissed
him this morning.
Oh, the poor boy, he was
well, he was devastated.
Right, come on, everybody.
Let's gather round the
bar for a group photo.
Mr. Webster!
Straight down the lens.
I really must be getting away now.
No, no, no. We really
must have you in this.
Uh, no, I really must.
Please. Don't be camera shy.
All right, that's nice.
Everybody nice and relaxed.
Okay. This way, straight down.
Girls, can you just tuck
yourselves in a bit.
That's it. Tuck yourselves in.
Just a little bit more.
Tuck yourselves in.
Everybody this way.
Everybody this way.
That's it. That's nice.
That's great!
Okay, everybody!
I hope this is for Vogue,
not Farmer's Weekly.
That's better right.
Lift your glasses up a little bit.
Lift them up. That's it.
Smile! Just relax!
Come on. A bit nice,
country thoughts.
That's the one.
That's nice. Okay.
Everybody this way.
Everybody
I don't believe it.
Just run out of film.
Alright. Listen, everybody,
just stay exactly where you are.
Alright. I'll be back in one minute.
GEORGIE FAME: Get Away
Don't have to pack things
Just get away
Got to go!
Get away!
Take a look at that deep blue sea
Don't you think it looks great?
Not a cloud to be seen in the sky
And the sun won't wait
Eh, I wish I'd got a camera.
George, it's Nick. That photographer,
did he make it to your place?
He's been, he's gone,
and so have my takings.
Right con artist.
I saw them driving off, heading south.
About three or four minutes ago.
Where's that ruddy dog handler?
He must be on his way.
Sarge, can I have a go
at talking to Rogers?
Can you have a 'go', Bellamy?
This is a hostage negotiation,
not a ride on the big dipper.
Well, read the manual.
Oh, you've read the
manual, have you.
Well, in that case, let's see if you can
get that lot to give up and go home.
Still no sound from inside, sarge.
Got to go!
I hope you're ready
cos take a look outside
Don't mind the weather, girl
Let's take a ride
Get away!
We'll leave the city folk
They'll have to stay
Don't have to pack a thing
Just get away
Got to go!
Get away
Come on, we can take him on.
Don't be so stupid.
Shut up. Let's see what he wants.
Hello again.
Constable, is there a problem?
You could say. Is the
back of the van locked?
No. Why?
I'd like to look inside,
if that's alright with you?
We're busted.
We could shift the
bike and take off.
- I'm splitting.
- What?
You do what you want. I'm off.
I know a little place
Not far from town
Got to go
It's a kind of pretty place
Three up, two down ♪
You can catch us,
or you can catch him?
Oh, thank you.
I think I'll do both.
ENGINE CU
Get away
Got to go
Get away
Got away
Get away
Got to go
Get away
Got away
Get away
Got away ♪
Oh, you took your
time, constable.
This is a matter of life and death.
I want this situation
sorted out straightaway.
Ventress, stand by with
the sledgehammer.
Right.
Ready?
Brian's gone to sleep.
I knew he would.
Anyone want a cup of tea?
(Ventress!)
Get back here!
CLOCK CHIMES
Now, don't forget.
There are four prisoners need
processing before you lot knock off.
Sarge. I would have gone four
hours over. I should get away early.
Well, naturally my heart is
bleeding for you, Rowan,
but this lad Rogers refuses
to speak to anyone but you.
- Sarge!
- What it is to be popular, eh?
What was that, Bellamy?
Uh, nothing, sarge.
Oh, Rowan
Tell me. How did you
know this con artist
wasn't a photographer
when you first met him?
Well, he said he's been drinking
with David Bailey, in the Cat's Cradle.
It's a pub in London.
So?
So, it's pulled down
ages ago, sarge.
So, you knew he was a liar,
but you still let him turn
over Webster's place?
No, I knew he was dodgy,
that's all, sarge.
If we arrested everyone in the
fashion business for pretence,
the prisons would be full.
Like ours.
DOOR OPENING
Brian.
How are you?
Okay.
Your friends at the hotel
are worried about you.
Are they?
I want my job back.
Well, that may not
be possible, Brian.
I'm not used to drink.
It made me mad.
I just sort of snapped.
I never thought the
gun would go off.
Do you believe me?
Yeah.
What will happen to me?
Well, that depends on the court.
You still feeling groggy?
Yeah.
When your head's a bit clear,
we'll talk again, alright.
Only to you.
I'll only talk to you.
Yeah, I have to be somewhere else.
No.
I won't be here.
Then that's no good.
I'd stay if I could
Nobody else!
- I won't talk to anybody else.
- I have to go!
Look!
These others don't know me.
You know I'm not like that.
You know me.
You've treated me right.
Please.
All right.
You'll come back?
Yeah.
I hope you realise it's
all being catalogued?
Catalogued? My word.
Next you'll be telling
us you've got receipts.
You stick it in a box
so I can take it.
This is all evidence, Greengrass.
You won't be seeing
these for a while.
You what?
It will give us time to
check the provenance
of one or two of these items.
Check the what?
You know, where you nicked 'em from.
That's nearly libellous, that, Blaketon.
I paid good money for this lot.
I hope you're well insured
because there's a signed photo of
Nelson there that's worth over £200.
Are you sure, Claude?
Course I'm sure!
Well, it will have to have been taken 30
years before the camera was invented.
I thought you weren't coming.
You're not going in your uniform?
No. Look. Sorry about this.
Never mind, you're here now.
We get going, we can still
make something of it.
You can change here.
- Jo.
- Yes?
I've got to get back to the station.
What, now?
- Yeah.
- Why?
I had no choice.
What's happened?
Well, we arrested that man and
took his mother to the station.
I have to deal it.
Well, can't somebody else do it?
- No.
- Why not?
He won't speak to anyone else.
And that's the reason
why you can't go?
Look, he's in deep trouble, Jo.
He's pleaded with me not to leave him.
I couldn't say no.
But you can to me?
- Jo.
- You said you had no choice!
- Well, it's the job.
- No, it isn't.
This isn't about the job.
It's about you!
Sorry?
You've been against
this trip all along.
No, that's not true.
You didn't want anybody to know!
Look, we can rearrange the trip.
I'll make it up to you.
No.
It's over.
Look, it's my job. I can't choose
the way things are gonna happen.
We're finished.
You made your choice.
Well, I'm sorry I
spoilt your weekend.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪