- All right, Bakewell, this is Detective Constable Morse.
He's one of the officers gonna be keeping an eye on you, so don't give him any trouble, all right?
- Talk to Mrs.
Zacharide's daughter yet?
- No, not yet.
- She rang, works at Balfour.
I'll hold down here.
- Officer, officer.
If you ever, come here, come here.
If you ever want to get him back in a chokey I'd stick him in another bed.
- How's that?
- Bed ten, it's unlucky, five weeks I've been here and I've seen him three go in that bed.
Latest went, just last night.
- That's quite enough thank you Mr.
Talbot.
We don't want the other patients troubled with your nonsense do we?
- No, Sister.
- Very well then.
Officer, Sister McMahon.
- Detective Constable Morse.
- You're one of the officers who'll be looking after Mr.
Bakewell is it?
- Uh huh.
- I can't say that I am please to have him with us.
Police presence on the ward indeed.
