♪ 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.
GUNSHOT
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 CUT
♪ 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? ♪