07x03 - Small Beer

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

HORN

Have you got it ready?

Yeah. How did he like the last lot?

Very happy. Says you must be the best in the business.

What a knowledgeable gentleman he must be!

LAUGHS



- It's in the shed round the back.

- Right.

Who exactly is this mate of yours?

It's my brother

-in

-law.

He's got a butcher's shop over beyond Pickering.

Yeah, started specialising in game pies.

Hey, he wondered if you could get him a few hares?

I wouldn't mind being able to get a few for myself.



- Eh?

- It don't matter.

How many does he want?

As many as you can get. And he'll pay two bob each.

Well, he won't get many around here.

But I know some lads who might be able to get you a few.

Right. I'd better be going.

Don't forget the uppence.

Oh, aye. Thirty bob.

Ta.

Hey, don't your firm mind you borrowing their van?

They don't know.

Night watchman's a mate, turns a blind eye when I need the keys.

You'll have to introduce me!

LAUGHS



- "Emergency. Which service?"

- Police.

The new owners want to move in right away.

So, what are you going to do?

Well, I'll shift my stuff after school today.

I'm actually looking forward to moving in with Maggie.

Well, it's a shame you can't move in with me.

Well, I think we better let my parents get used to the idea

of the wedding before we spring that one on them!

Yeah, I suppose so. I'll come round and help you pack after work.

Oh, thanks. It shouldn't take too long.

And Maggie's lending me the Land Rover.

Time to try your Little Bo Peep act, Nick.

You what?

There's sheep loose all over Walnut Lane.

It could've been mutton on the menu at the pub today!



- Thanks, Gina.

- Ta

-ra.

I'd better go.

See you later.

This attempted raid on Sangers' factory last night

looks like the same mob that cleaned out Fairbrothers'.

Well, it's certainly the way Harrogate CID seem to think, Sarge.

You haven't been sucking up to those flash Harrys, I hope, Bellamy,

with their expensive suits and free beer money?

They rang up, Sarge. They're on their way over.

Well, naturally, we'll give them all our cooperation, Ventress?

Sarge.

You know, if you lot put as much energy into police work

as you do into gossip,

then this station would have the best clear

-up record in Yorkshire!

And where's Rowan? When I say nine o'clock, I mean nine o'clock,

not two minutes past!

"Control to Delta Alpha

- . Where the blazes are you, Rowan?"

"Rowan? Come in!"

I'm going to have to go. Find out who left that gate open, Charlie.

"Are you receiving me, Rowan?"

"Rowan?"

Sarge.

TELEPHONE PIPS, MONEY FALLS INTO SLOT

Hello, Harry. Claude Greengrass.

No, you're not that lucky.

I was wondering if you and your lads could get me a few hares.

Very good. The old ones are always the best.

Don't muck about. Can you get any or not?

Well, as many as you can get. I'll give you a shilling each.

The only snag is I want them pretty quick.

well, how quick do you think? Yesterday.

All right, son. All right, I'll be seeing you, ta

-ra. Ta

-ra, mate.

CHANGE DROPS

Right. Quieten down now, please, while I take the register.

Quickly.



- Right. Robert Chalk?

- Yes, miss.



- Jennifer Clarke?

- Yes, miss.

Dennis Cross?



- Where's Den?

- I don't know.

I hope he's not ill again.

He were all right yesterday.

Doreen Hope?

MUSIC: 'You've Got Your Troubles' by The Fortunes

♪ I've seen that worried look before on your face



- Is that you, Den?

- Yes.

Did you get my magazine?



- Yes, Mum.

- ♪ You've got your troubles

♪ I've got mine

♪ You've found somebody else to take your place ♪



- There you are.

- Oh, you're a good boy.

Did you get my wool?

It won't be in till next week.

Mrs Simmonds says she'll put it by for you.

How about the logs?

He'll drop them over Friday.

I've done everything on your list. I've got to go, Mum.

You can't go out without breakfast.



- I'm not hungry.

- Well, I could do with something.

Just a bit of toast, maybe?

It wouldn't take you a minute.

OK, Mum.

SIGHS

I can't look at this now.

The print's too small and I already have a headache.

You'll read it to me later?

I've got to go to school, Mum. I'm already late.

I'll write you another sick note.

I don't want Miss Weston on my back again.

Oh, please, Den.

You know I get lonely when you're out all day.

OK, Mum.

Their Chief Super's as flash as they come.

Well, that must have got up Blaketon's nose.

Oh, he's in a filthy mood this morning. Watch your step.

And about time too, Rowan. There's work to be done.

Yeah, well, Alf's filled me in on the raid at Sangers'.

I gather we have to cooperate with Harrogate CID.



- Not exactly the way they see it.

- No?

They're not expecting much help from wooden

-top yokels like us.

And after this morning, who could blame them?

But I'd like to show them we can clear up things on our own patch.

Yes, Sarge.

Right, then go and talk to Albert Potter,

the Sangers' night watchman, he's just been released from hospital.

I want to know everything he saw and heard.

Right, Sarge.

And don't stop off to play with any more sheep!

MUSIC: 'What A Wonderful World' by Louis Armstrong

♪ I see trees of green

♪ Red roses, too

♪ I see them bloom

♪ For me and you... ♪

There's me saying we never see any.

Alfred, come here, son.

Go! Fetch!

That lot should have been on the road by nine!

It's not our fault, boss.

We've all had to make statements. That took time.

Mr Sangers?

That's right.

I don't suppose you've managed to catch them?

Not yet, Mr Sangers.

Well, you won't find them here.

They were probably out of the country

before your lot responded to the !

I'd just like to check a few more details.

Again?

I've been through it all with CID.

You'd better come in the office.

Best of luck, mate, mood he's in!

So, the wages are always kept in the safe on Wednesday nights, right?

Yeah. What of it?

Well, if it's common practice,

a lot of people would know, wouldn't they?

Are you saying it was our fault?

I'm just trying to establish a reason for them coming here.

The g*ng we think are responsible usually go after bigger businesses.

It must have been the lure of easy money.

Well, it was a good thing we had a night watchman on the job, then.

Saved your red faces.

The more you can tell us,

the more chance we've got of catching them, Mr Potter.

Well, yes, of course. Of course.

You'll have some tea, will you? I've a pot fresh brewed.

Oh, thanks. When did you first realise something was up?

Well, er... when I heard the window breaking.

Now... biscuit?

No. No, thanks.

So, that must have been how they got in.

Well, I suppose so.

They were through to the office by the time I got there.

I made them myself.

Well, in that case, thank you.

They're nice.

They must have known the layout of the place,

to get through to the safe that quick.

I suppose so. I'd never thought about that.

How many of them did you see?

Oh, there were three.

Can you describe them?

Well, they were big.

Well, they wore stocking masks and dark clothes,

that's all I can tell you.



- Height? Weight?

- Well, they were big fellas!

I were proper scared, but I told them I'd already called the police.

That put the wind up them.

They knocked me down and made a run for it.

All they got away with was the petty cash box.

You're a brave man, Mr Potter.

Or stupid! My Elizabeth always said I never stopped to think

what I were letting myself in for.

My wife...

died three years back.

Well, I'm sure she'd have been very proud of you.

"Jane looked back at the gates of the lodge

and realised she could never leave it all behind."

"It was her home, the only one she knew."

"The light was on at the stable block,

Stephen must be there."

"Whenever Stephen was home, her heart leapt."

Den?



- Where are you going?

- Out.

I thought you'd gone to sleep.

Stay with me a bit longer.



- Oh, Mum.

- Please, Den.

Yeah, I know you've been over this a few times now,

but it's amazing how little things can come back to you.

Anything you remember could be useful.

Aye. well, that's what the CID fellow said to me.

Did they have any tools or expl*sives?

I don't know. It all happened so quick. I told you all I know.

All right, Mr Potter.

Well, jot down anything else you remember

and give me a call at the station.

Would you come and see me again?

Of course.

Oh, that'll be nice. I don't get many visitors.

Has Bernie Scripps been in?

He won't be in today. He's got a big funeral on.

Yeah, well, it's time he made up his mind what business he's in.

I mean, he's supposed to be fixing my lorry

instead of bunging bodies in boxes! I don't suppose he said owt to you

about whether my lorry's finished or not?

Bernie doesn't give me progress reports on every old banger

he's got in the garage. Why don't you ask him yourself?

Because I haven't seen him, that's why I'm asking you!

Well, he's in here every night, Claude.

I know, but I've got no flaming transport, have I?

Not only that, but... I've been a bit busy myself lately.

Really? Well, it sounds like you can

afford to pay a bit more off your slate, then.

I ought to keep my big mouth shut. What do I owe?



- Two quid.

- Two quid?

Right, here. Here's one of them.

Oh, thanks.

This pain is getting worse.

You ought to see a doctor.

What do they know about anything?

They might be able to help.

I had enough of doctors when your dad died.

Always asking questions,

filling forms,

poking their noses into everyone's business.

I'll need some water for these.

I'll put some by your bed. It's time for your afternoon nap.

I don't want to go upstairs. I don't feel tired.

You always feel better after a sleep.

It'll do you a lot more good than pills.

I've told you. I'm not tired.

Just go to bed, Mum.

Are you going somewhere?

I can't stay in all the time, Mum. Anyway, you won't even notice.

You know I hate it when I'm on my own.

I've got to get out sometimes, Mum!

You've done well there, Harry.



- How many were there? Seven? Eight?

- Er, ten!

It was worth a try.

Eh, who's this?

Are they with you?

Yep. Looks as if they've got a few that won't be mad in March!

Mind you, I bet they're not all that happy at the moment!

So, you didn't have much luck with Potter, then?

Well, only that he took them by surprise

and told them he'd already called the police.

They must have had a getaway vehicle and a driver nearby.

It was most likely in Craybridge Lane.

It's quiet at that time of night, only the odd courting couple.

Somebody might have seen them driving off.

Well, you lot better get out there,

start asking questions, see what you can turn up.

Oh, that sounds like a lot of legwork.

I thought this was Harrogate's case.

We don't want to duplicate work that they should have done.

One of the sacred truths of life, Ventress,

is the vast majority of crime

is not solved by detectives swanning around in fast cars.

It's down to the hard graft of the uniformed copper on the beat.

That's what gives the public confidence in us.

(Here endeth the first lesson!)



- Who is it?

- It's me, Mr Greengrass. Den Cross.



- What do you want?

- I've brought you this.



- Where did you get it?

- I caught it. Molly Meadow.

Are you going to buy it off me?

Er, all right. I'll give you a shilling.



- 'Ere!

- What?

You're getting two bob for each of them.



- Who told you that?

- Never you mind. Come on.

I want one and six or I'll tell!

You'll go far.

The sooner the better.

I want to stop along the way and see Mrs Cross.

Den's been missing a lot of school lately.



- Playing hooky?

- That's what I want to find out.

I thought I was the one who didn't leave work behind.

Come on. It won't take long.

MUSIC: 'Shindig' by The Shadows

I'll get it, lads.

Ready?

Thanks, miss!

There you go, Phil.

All this tramping about must be keeping you fit?

Well, thirsty.

I don't know why we're wasting so much time.

I mean, they only took the petty cash.



- I blame your boss!

- Eh?

well, if Sangers hadn't have bawled us out Blaketon,

he wouldn't feel as if he had so much to prove.

Yeah, he bawls everybody out. His dad were a real gent.

But since he's taken over, nothing's right.

I thought you'd emigrated(!)

I don't suppose you've seen Bernie, have you?

Cos he's not in the garage.



- No, Claude. Sorry.

- I'm getting fed up with

walking about everywhere.

What's wrong with your truck, anyway?

It probably just needs hitting with an hammer,

which is what I'll do with him when I see him.

Oh. Hi, Tony. Everything all right for tonight?

There's a problem. I can't get the van.

You what?

There was a break

-in at the factory last night.

I were lucky to get the keys back.

That's lovely that is(!)

I've got half the wildlife of North Yorkshire sitting in my shed,



- waiting for you to fetch them

- Well, I can't tonight.

Any road, I thought your truck were going to be ready today.



- Yeah. Snap!

- We'll have to leave it, then.

Leave it? I've paid out good money for it.

I've had half the layabouts in the area bringing dead hares

up to my place. I can't have it hanging about indefinitely,

otherwise the law of the land'll start sniffing.

Look, I'll give my brother

-in

-law a ring,

see if he can come over tomorrow afternoon.

Tell him it's urgent.



- Eh, I brought you this.

- What is it?

A piece of my brother

-in

-law's game pie. It's beautiful.

Is it? It's not as beautiful as a handful of readies.

But I'll have it.

No answer?

No, but they should be in if he's been off sick.

Well, why don't you leave his mum a note and ask her to get in touch?

That's a good idea.

Oh.

I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight.

well, I've never missed a day's work since I started here.

But you've had a nasty shock.

I was thinking you might have decided

it was time to call it a day.

What?

Retire?

While you're still fit enough to enjoy it.

Your dad said I had a job here as long as I wanted.

Right. Well...

Don't let me keep you from your work.

I'm sure I can hear a radio on.

I'll try round the back.

RADIO: 'Stranger in Paradise' by frank Sinatra

Mrs Cross?

♪ But open your angel's arms

♪ To the stranger in paradise

♪ And tell him that he need be

Mrs Cross?

♪ A stranger

♪ No more ♪

Jo.

She's dead.

SIGHS

What a terrible thing, Nick. How did she die?

We'll have to wait for the post

-mortem.

But the doctor thinks she either fell down the stairs or was pushed.



- Well, any sign of Den?

- No.

I saw him in the village this afternoon.

There was a whole crowd of them playing football.

He must have gone home with one of them. Probably Robert Chalk.

I'll check it out.

I can't believe she could have been pushed.

Well, that's the police's worry. Ours is Den.

As far as I know, he's got no other family.

I'm sorry to bother you so late. We're trying to find Den Cross.

We've checked all the kids in his class,

see if he's staying with any of them.

I haven't seen him all week.

Have you asked Mrs Chalk? He's a friend of Robert's.

Yeah, he's not there. You're the last on my list.

Have you got any ideas where he might be?

His family never turns up to school fetes or owt like that.

Oh, don't get me wrong, he's a nice lad.

The others always invite him to their parties,



- but he's never had one himself.

- Maybe he can't afford it.

You make the effort for your kids though, don't you? Eh?

If you have any ideas, let me know.

All it takes is a bottle of squash and a cake with candles.

I suppose his mother can't be bothered.

I should have seen the signs.

If Den didn't say anything, there's no way you could have known, Jo.

I've done nothing but tell him off this term.

No luck, then?

He hasn't been seen since he left Robert Chalk's.

We'll start a search first light.

He could still come back here. It's getting very late

I'll stay here tonight, just in case he shows up.

Will you let Eileen know for me?

A fine watchdog you are! Who's had this?

Honestly, Dad, I'm fine.

I'll call you later.

OK. Bye.

That was Dad. He was worried when there was no reply last night,

thought something had gone wrong with the move.

Did you explain?

Yes, but I don't think he was listening.

He's still worried about Mum.

Isn't she any better?

Doesn't sound like it. She's still getting a lot of headaches.

Do you think that that's just stress?

Well, it could be. It could be a lot of things.

It's safer to see her own doctor.

I'll suggest it when I call tonight.

Den?

Well, I stayed there all night and he didn't show up.

He was seen in Aidensfield this morning nicking a bottle of milk.

Well, that's good news. If he's still in the village,

he'll soon be found.

Well, I thought I'd pop down the school,

have a word with some of his mates.

Maybe one of them will know where he is.

That's fair enough, but basically it's a case

for the children's department.

We still don't know for sure what happened to Mrs Cross.

Well, he's too young to be charged so it doesn't make much difference.

All we've got to do is find him,

then turn him over to the children's department.

Yeah. Poor kid.

Meanwhile, we've got some new information on that raid at Sangers.

Among the fingerprints in the office was Tony Mowbray's. Do you know him?

Yeah, I had a drink with him yesterday in the Aidensfield Arms.

You want to be more careful about the company you keep, Bellamy.

According to CRO, he's got previous for breaking and entering.

Well, that's all behind him now, Sarge.



- He's been clean for years.

- Maybe he just hasn't got caught.

So why didn't Harrogate lift him?

They must have had this information by now.

Well, they didn't think the prints were significant cos he works there.

And he's got alibis for the previous raids.

Now, I don't think it's the same g*ng as the other raids.

I think this is a one

-off, a local job.

Oh. This is your new theory, is it, Sarge?

Not without reason, Ventress.

The thieves obviously knew their way round the place.

And the fact that nobody saw or heard a getaway vehicle,

that's another pointer.

And Mowbray was seen driving Sangers' van

out of the yard that night.

Now, that could have been the getaway vehicle.

What do we do now, then?

well, you, Bellamy, and you, Ventress,

you're going to help me prove my theory, as you put it.

MUSIC: 'Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood' by The Animals

♪ Baby, do you understand me now?

♪ Sometimes I feel a little mad

♪ But don't you know that no

-one alive can always be an angel

♪ When things go wrong I seem to be bad

♪ But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

♪ Oh, Lord please don't let me be misunderstood

♪ Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree

♪ With a joy that's hard to hide ♪

I've explained to the kids what's happened

and I'm sure they want to help,

but I don't think they know anything.

Maybe they don't want to tell.

You're not going to treat them as hostile witnesses, are you, Nick?

Right! Settle down now, please.

There's just a few points we'd like to clear up

from your original statement, Mr Potter.

How long had you been working at the factory?

Well... I've been night watchman about year.

But before that, well, the work were getting a bit heavy for me,

so that's when old Mr Sangers made me the night watchman, see.

He didn't want to lose me, see.

It's nice to see loyalty being rewarded.

You must have made a lot of friends at Sangers', Mr Potter,

working there for so long.

Oh, yeah. Like a family to me they were,

especially since my Elizabeth died.

Well, maybe some of them are not quite as loyal

to the company as you are.

How do you mean?

Well, I understand that young Mr Sangers

has caused quite a bit of resentment since he took over.

And maybe some members of the staff

decided to award themselves an unofficial pay rise.

They found the keys to the office pretty easily,

which might indicate inside knowledge.

No, no. None of the lads'd do a thing like that.

You said they wore masks, so you can't be sure.

No, no, no. It must have been that lot that robbed Fairbrothers'.

Oh, it's too early to make that assumption.

how many people would have access to Mr Sangers' office

besides you and him?

Well, er...

You see, we found some fingerprints on the key

-box

and I'm just trying to work out when they were made.

Well, it couldn't have been one of them

cos they all wore gloves.

Gloves? You didn't mention that before.

Masks and gloves.

Ventress, amend Mr Potter's statement, will you?

Right, then, these men in masks,

are you sure you didn't recognise any of them?

No, no, no. I'd have told you.

Perhaps you're not happy about implicating some of your friends?

No, no, no, no! It weren't like that.

I didn't recognise any of them.

Well, I don't think we need to waste any more of your time, Mr Potter.



- Well, is he coming?

- He can't get away.

You've got to do summat. It's got to be shifted.

I've told you, there's nowt I can do.

Just leave it for a couple of days.

I mean, it's not going anywhere, is it?

It will do if it stays there much longer. It'll walk out itself!

Leave it to me. I'll... I'll sort summat out.

Right. I'll give you the address.

Have you got a pen, Gina?

'Ere, and by the way, your slate's up to two quid again.

When he pays me, I'll pay you.

Tony.

I'm sorry to butt in, mate,

but You're going to have to come down the station.



- Blaketon wants a word.

- I can't. I'm on a shift at two.

Tony, your fingerprints were found on the key

-box at Sangers'.

Big deal! I work there.

He ain't going to take no for an answer.

This is just cos I've got form, isn't it?

He should be out looking for that kid that's gone missing.

He could starve to death before you lot find him!

Get your jacket.

Come on.

What were that about a kid going missing?

Den Cross. Do you know him?

Aye. Cheeky little devil. How long do they think he's been gone, then?

Since yesterday, apparently. Well, he can't have gone far,

cos I saw him this morning

pinching a bottle of milk out the back.

The PM's a bit technical for me, but it seems to put Den in the clear.

Absolutely. Atheroma, quite advanced by the looks of it.



- What's that?

- Hardening of the arteries

and consequently vertebrobasilar insufficiency.

Can cause blackouts.

Yeah. Yeah, I gathered that.

The, er, pathologist thinks she landed awkwardly

and broke her neck.

There's no evidence of foul play?

No. No. Would she have been sick for a while?

Several months, at least.

So why didn't her doctor pick up on it?

well, as far as I know, she hadn't been anywhere near the surgery.

It's not unusual, Nick.

There are people still living in the dark ages

that don't trust doctors.

Maybe we're missing something.

They can't live their whole lives in isolation.

So, when am I getting paid for this then, Claude?



- When you get back. By the way...

- What?

The, er... the butcher will give you a sealed envelope for me.

Bring it back and we'll have a sort out.

Is there summat you're not telling me, Claude?

There's no way I'm going to do you, is there?

Yeah, cos you're an old rogue!

I know, but I'm lovable!

Is that all, Sergeant, cos I've got to be getting back?

Well, I could always give Mr Sangers a ring,

tell him you've been helping us with our inquiries.

Come on, Mowbray. You know the score, you've done it before.

That were a long time ago! I had nothing to do with this job.

Shall I tell you how I think it was?

And then you can tell me if I'm right.

Did you read about the raid on Fairbrothers'?



- It's been in all the papers.

- Aye.

Then you and your mates thought that if you could make this look

like another raid by the same g*ng,

there'd be no chance of suspicion falling on you.

This is ridiculous!

Unfortunately, though,

you made a few mistakes.

First,

the other break

-ins were for bigger money.

Second,

all the entries were forced.

And third, you were seen

driving Sangers' van late on Wednesday night.

I don't have to say anything. You've got nothing on me.

If it was left to CID, that's how it would stay.

A bungled office break

-in,

a few quid nicked from petty cash,

that's small beer to them.

But it's not small beer to me, Mr Mowbray.

This is my patch and I'm not giving up

till I've sorted this out.

So, it was you. I thought I'd catch you here, young Dennis.

Please don't turn me in, Mr Greengrass.

They'll send me to a home.

So, young Dennis, what are we going to do with you?

Can I stay here for a while? Please, Mr Greengrass.

You can't stop here, son. We'll have to sort summat out.

I could go to London.

London? What are you going to do in London?

I don't know, but I've got to get away from here,

otherwise they'll put me in a home.

No, they won't. Perhaps they won't have to do that.

What else are they going to do?

well, I don't know, perhaps they'll let you live with your sister.



- I ain't got a sister.

- Of course you have.

What was her name? Sandra, wasn't it?

I don't know what you're on about, Mr Greengrass.

It were always just Mum and me.

But I could get by in London, I know I could.

You don't want to go to London.

It's in the south!

He'll be tired and hungry by now. He'll turn up.

Looking for home comforts, I expect.

Yeah, I hope so.

Thank you for your help, Mr Mowbray.

We may need to talk to you again.

I'll bet.

I'll let him sweat for a bit. He knows I'm on to him.

I think you might be barking up the wrong tree, Sarge.

It all fits, Rowan. And I reckon Albert Potter knows it too,

but there's no way he's going to grass on his mates.

Oh, er, you got on pretty well with the old boy, didn't you?



- You can come with me.

- He's a lonely old man, Sarge.

If you give him the third degree, he'll just clam up.

Never underestimate your powers of persuasion.

Especially when combined with mine.

Be careful.

I know what I'm doing, Mr Greengrass.

I've been looking after myself for months.

I know you have, by thieving.

And you can't keep doing that, you know, Dennis,

otherwise somebody's gonna catch you other than me,

and you will finish up in a home.

I mean, if you wanna live on your own,

you'll have to do summat like that because you'll need money.

I know how I can make a bit of money.

How's that?

My mum has an old silver box her gran left her.

She'd want me to have it now she's gone.

Mum always said it were there for a rainy day.

If we ever got in trouble, we could sell it.

Where is it, then, this box?

At the house. If I went and got it, you could sell it for me.



- I'll split it with you.

- Look, you don't want to do that.

Look, I know you don't want to finish up in a home,

but why don't you wanna go and live with your sister?

I keep telling you, I ain't got one.

Yeah, I know you do.

Look...

I'm going out. I'll leave Alfred with you.

Lock the door when I've gone and don't answer it to anybody.



- Where are you going?

- To get summat sorted.

Are you going to turn me in?

Don't talk daft. Of course I'm not.

Trust me. Lock the door.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh, hello, Mr Rowan. Nice to see you again...

Oh, you're here too.

We were just passing, Mr Potter.

Thought we'd pop in and see how you were.

And to see if anything else has jogged your memory.

My memory, sir?

We happen to know now who it was took the keys to Sangers' office

from the key

-box in your room.

The question is, who helped him?

W

-w

-Well, I t

-told you, they

-they wore masks.

There were nothing I could see about 'em.

Wearing masks is neither here nor there.

Tony Mowbray left his prints all over that box.

T

-T

-Tony Mowbray?

No, no, no.



- Are you saying it wasn't him?

- Well, no. Yes, yes.

How do you explain his prints all over the box?

Well... He, he...

He had a little arrangement, like.

He, er...

Well, he used to borrow a van from time to time.

And Mr Sangers knew about this arrangement?

Well, no. No, no, no.

It was between him and me, like.

Did Tony Mowbray borrow a van the night before last?

Aye.

And he was going to use it to drive away

the contents of Mr Sangers' safe, was he?

No! No!

well, if it wasn't him, then who was it?

The only other fingerprints they found were yours and Mr Sangers'.

And you're not suggesting Mr Sangers hit you over the head?

No! No! No! It were me.

I beg your pardon?

I never touched the money. That wasn't what it were about.

I just wanted young Mr Sangers to know I was still useful.

So you've got the petty cash box?

Aye. It's over here.

It's all there. You can count it.

And you planned all this yourself?

Put yourself in casualty?

I were watching The Lavender Hill Mob on the telly the other night.

That's what gave me the idea.

Well, that didn't work out the way they planned it either, did it?

Hadn't you better put the cuffs on me?

No, there's no need for that.

Hang on. Hang on.

Mr Sangers might want to press charges.



- Wait! Can I have a word?

- What's wrong, Claude?

It's a bit of advice. I don't know who else to go to.

OK. Fire away.

Well, it's really about a kid, you know, whose mum died.

I just wondered, do you know what happens to him officially?

Well, if he's underage, he becomes the responsibility

of the children's department at County Hall.



- Do they put him in a home?

- He's got to live somewhere.

I know, but I mean, you know, one of them children's homes.

Well, as a first resort, I suppose they might look at adoption

if he hasn't got any other family.

Ah, but that's just it.

Say he has got, like, an older sister or someone

that nobody knows owt about?

You've lost me, Claude.

Well, would he be able to go and stay with her,

you know, even if he didn't know she existed?



- You're talking about Den Cross!

- Yeah.

Have you found something out about him?

Well, I think so.



- Get in the car, Claude.

- What for?

Just shut up and get in. I'm taking you straight round to Nick Rowan.

You can tell him exactly what you do know.

KNOCKING

Come in.

Er... You wanted to see me?

Shut the door.

If it's about being late for my shift, then I can make up the time.

I'm afraid it's a bit more serious than that.

So, how come Den doesn't know he's got a sister?

Well, if I remember rightly,

she left home years ago, probably before he were born.

It's a bit of a long shot.

I know, but it's worth a try though, isn't it?

I mean, blood's thicker than water and...

he's terrified he's gonna be put in an home.



- Where is he now?

- He's back at my place.

He spent the night in one of my barns.

I'll come back with you, Claude.

I'll take another look at the cottage.

If there is a sister, there must be some trace of her.

I'll get Jo to give me a hand.

I've got a feeling her name were either Sandra or Susan

or summat like that.

- Yeah. Come on, you.

Hey, I haven't got to get on your pillion again, have I?

Ah, Mr Mowbray. I just thought you'd like to know

we got to the bottom of that break

-in the other night.

Albert Potter. He's confessed to staging the whole thing.

A feather in your cap, I suppose.

No, just doing our job. Anyway, that puts you in the clear.

A bit late for that, seeing as I've already been given notice.

Why is that?

Mr Sangers dug out my original job application.

Seems I forgot to mention my criminal record, a sackable offence.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

Yeah? Oh, well, hat makes me feel a whole lot better(!)

MUSIC: 'Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood' by The Animals

Well, where is he?

I told him to lock the door. He's probably done a bunk.

Dennis! Dennis!

Did he know you were coming to see me?

When I left here, even I didn't know I was coming to see you.

♪ I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

♪ Oh, Lord please don't let me be misunderstood

This is where he's been.

♪ Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree with a joy that's hard to hide

So, where is he now?

♪ And sometimes it seems that all I have to do is worry

♪ And then you're bound to see my other side

♪ But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good... ♪

She certainly accumulated a lot of stuff through the years.

Oh, and dust!

This can't be Den's.

Sandra Cross.

Claude must be right.

She must have packed her daughter's whole life in here.

No wonder Den doesn't know about her.

Why not just chuck it all out? It would have been safer.

Maybe there's something in these.

There's stacks of them. She must have been writing since she left.

She's not his sister, Jo.

She's his mother.



- Oi! Dennis!

- You told on me to the coppers!

Don't talk daft. He's like me. He just wants to help you.

I thought you'd be the last person to grass on me.

I thought I could trust you.

You can! Don't do owt stupid.

Look, there's summat you should know.

There ain't nowt I want to know from you.

You just want to turn me in!

Dennis!

She couldn't have been more than when Den was born.

Which makes her about now.

And according to the letters, she's been desperate to keep in touch.

So he's gone through his mother dying

and now he has to accept a new mum he's never even seen before?

It could be a viable option, Nick. We've got to try it.

If it's what they both want, it'll keep him out of a children's home.

BANGING AT DOOR

PANTING

He were in the barn all the time.

He was frightened I were going to hand him over.



- So, where is he now?

- He's run off.



- Run off where?

- I don't know. He's just run off.

Well, did he say anything about where he might go?



- London.

- London?

How's he going to get there?

There's a silver box that belonged to his mother. It's at the house.

It wouldn't surprise me if he don't try and get it and flog it.

Frankly, Sergeant Blaketon,

Potter's been hailed as a hero in the local papers.

Putting him in court now

would not be the sort of publicity this firm needs.

Better to let him retire quietly.

Of course, I can't stop you charging him with obstruction.

There doesn't seem much point, sir.

I'd be more concerned about Tony Mowbray.

I was hoping that you might reconsider your decision.

Rules are rules, Sergeant.

I'd have thought you'd be the first to agree with that.

Den.

It's mine. Mum'd want me to have it.

Sure, Den, and no

-one's going to take it away from you.

You've got to trust us. We only want what's best for you.

Den!

Den, wait!

Aaargh!

Delta Alpha

- to Control.

"Control, receiving. What is it, Nick?"

I'm at Cross Cottage. I need an ambulance. Young Den's been hurt.

Hello, Den. How are you feeling today?

Better now, miss.

You won't go running off again, will you?

No, miss.

Well, you won't have to any more.

So, they're not going to put me in a home?

There's someone's coming to see you.

Claude Greengrass told you about her.

Do you mean I have got a sister?

well, it's a bit more complicated than that, Den.

I think it's someone you'll want to see.

She certainly can't wait to see you.

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪