07x10 - Playing With Trains

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

MUSIC: 'A Whiter Shade of Pale' by Procol Harum

♪ We skipped the light fandango

♪ Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor...

MAN: Tickets! Tickets, please!

♪ The crowd called out for more

♪ The room was humming harder

♪ As the ceiling flew away

Thank you!

♪ When we called out for another drink

Hey, just a minute. Come here. No, you don't!

Come here!

Stop him! Stop him!

♪ ..that later

♪ As the miller told his tale... ♪

So, what exactly has been stolen, Mr Jenkins?

Offcuts.



- Not whole pelts?

- No, no. Smaller pieces.

We use the whole skin apart from the head, paws and flanks.

OSCAR: And what happens to these scraps?

JENKINS: We sell 'em on to firms as make mink accessories.

Not for a lot, I grant you, but nothing's wasted.

I wouldn't get too attached to that, Rowan. Not on your salary.

How much do these cost in the shops?

About £ , .

Twelve hundred?

What's Jenkins got the police in for?

He thinks someone's stealing his precious mink.

Well, I hope he's not accusing any of us.

Well, you know what he's like.



- Are you staying late tonight?

- Yeah. I need the overtime.

Well, I'll stay late with you, love.

I've got to get these coats finished.

And you now what they say. Misery loves company.

MAN: Terry!



- Dad?

- Where you been, then?

Train spotting?

What is it with you and trains, eh?

Tell you what, go for a ride tomorrow, if you like.

Really?

Have a day out, just us two. Holiday treat.



- Brilliant!

- Your mum's still not back.

She's always working late.

Then she's got to come home and clear up after you.

What a woman. Didn't know how good I had it.

Are you going to stay this time, Dad?

Why? Would you like that?

I don't think your mam will let me.

This is just till I get back on my feet.

She does want you back. I know she does.

You reckon?

That's a nice thought, Terry.

We'll have to see how it goes, eh?

Sounds like Eileen's having a good time.

Yeah. Lucky thing.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello? Hi. Yes, he is. Sergeant Blaketon.

Hello, Sarge.

Well, did he get the boy's name?

Oh, not again. Yeah, I'll go and have a word with him. OK.

Terry Ainsworth. Again.

What is it this time? Playing on the line again?

Fare dodging.

I've had more trouble with him this half

-term

than all the other kids put together.

He's not had it easy, Nick, what with his dad in and out of prison.

The way he's going, he'll end up the same way.

Bye, darling.

Your supper will be ready when you get back.

Oh, I could get used to this.

Maybe we should make this permanent.

Oh, you think so, do you?

Bye, then.

Go and look somewhere else.

Still here, Mr Greengrass?

You certainly put in a good day's work.

I believe in value for money, madam.

It's going to look wonderful when it's all tidied up.

Don't suppose there' been any sign of my ring?

Ring? Oh, oh... no, no. No, I'm afraid not.

I'm sure I lost it when I was down at this end of the garden.

Is it... valuable, is it?

Oh, yes. It's got a five diamond cluster.

Belonged to my mother.

Well, if it's got a bit of that, I'll definitely keep my eye open.

If you'll excuse me, I'd better...

The stationmaster said it's the second time this week.

He's a liar. I did buy a ticket.

With what? Cos I haven't given you money.



- Savings!

- So why didn't you show it?

I was in a hurry.

If this happens again, you could end up in court.

Do you hear that? Is that what you want?

Hello, Eddie.

Why don't you leave the kid alone, Constable?



- You got anything better to do?

- Stay out of it, Eddie.

I'm his father, aren't I?

Are you not concerned he could end up in juvenile court?

Go on, Eddie, get out of it, if you're not going to be any help.

I know it's difficult,

but the stationmaster isn't gonna tolerate this.



- Neither's my sergeant.

- Right.

Leave it with me. I'll read him the riot act. Again.

I thought we talked about this last time, Terry.

Yeah, and you said you weren't gonna drop me in it.

And you said you were gonna stop messing around.

No more playing on the lines and no more fare dodging.



- I have stopped.

- Have you?

Well, I haven't been doing it much.

How is it that every time we agree on something, do you do it again?

You, inside! Now.

GINA: There you go.

Hiya, Phil.

A pint when you've got a minute, please, Gina, love.

Those are new, aren't they, those earrings?

Yeah. Steve bought them for me.

They're lovely, aren't they? He's a little sweetheart.

Very nice, yeah. Must be love.

I bet they looked better on the ferret.

They're mink, Claude.

Oh, you're right. It must be love.

BERNIE: I'll get these, Claude.

What's gone wrong with you? Somebody left you in their will?

A bit of unexpected business.

Sold that van I've had sitting on the forecourt for ages.

That load of rubbish? What'd you get for it? Ninepence?

Ten quid, two crates of cider, and a metal detector.

Is the cider any good?

Not bad. I'll let you have a few bottles at a knockdown price.

You've more chance of knitting fog.

What about the metal detector? Is it working?

He said it was.

I might borrow it. Do a bit of a field test on it for you.

Oh, aye? What you after? Buried treasure?

You never know your luck.

Rent man came round today.

What did he say?

Told me to remind you that you've got till the end of the week.

He said you'd know what he meant.

I'm quid in arrears.

He's going to evict us if I don't pay him.

EDDIE: Well, you're earning.

It's a pittance. Hardly enough to put food on the table.



- Can't you help us out?

- Me?

Terry's your son, Eddie!

You've not paid a penny for his keep these last two years!

EDDIE: That would've been difficult when I were banged up.

Why don't you get yourself a job?

I don't want you here if you're just sponging off me!

Working for a living never was my style, Molly.

Why have you come back here, anyway? What do you want?

I came back for you, love. You and Terry.

You are my family, after all.

I don't believe you!

You were never interested in us before!

Look, what's going on, Eddie? I want to know!

KEY IN DOOR



- Hello, Terry. You here again?

- Yeah.



- You all right?

- Yeah.

Here. Little treat for you.



- Don't I get a thank you?

- Thank you.

Summat else for you.



- Don't spend it all at once.

- Thanks, Joyce.

It's not much. Just a bit of pocket money.



- I'll give it to Mum.

- Will you now?

She can't pay the rent.

Has that collector been round again?

Yeah. We're going to get kicked out if she doesn't pay it all off.

And Dad won't give her anything towards it.

No surprises there.

Don't you fret about the rent money, Terry.

It'll sort itself out somehow.

WHISTLE BLOWS

There. The signal! I told you!

So where's the next one? Bet you can't tell me that.

Before the road bridge, just up here.

Then one before the station and one before the level crossing.

This bridge, is that a good place to watch?



- Yeah, it is.

- We could go there, if you like.

Do a bit of train spotting.

Yeah! And I can show you my den where I always go.

When exactly did this happen?

Did you have a word with young Ainsworth's mother last night?

I did, Sarge, yeah. And his dad. Look like Eddie's back on the scene.

I thought he was still inside for that Post Office job.

He was released on parole a couple of weeks ago. I checked.

Right, I'll pass it on. Bye.

That was Mr Jenkins from De Vere's.

He says a whole mink pelt's gone missing.

When?

Could have been any time yesterday or overnight.

There was no sign of a break

-in.

So, we'll have to talk to the night watchman,

the cleaners and the machinists.

Rowan,

do you reckon Molly Ainsworth's capable of something like this?

She's never been in trouble before.

Eddie could be putting her up to it.

Possible.

Gina was wearing mink earrings yesterday.

Mink earrings?

Yeah, her friend Steve gave them her.

That could be the sort of thing

the stolen offcuts are being used for.

Especially if they're made local.

Well, it's worth a try, I suppose.

Bellamy, see if you can find out where he bought them from.

Sarge.

Hey! Real Aladdin's Cave!



- Do you like it?

- Yeah.

So, er, how far's that road bridge from here?

Not far. I know a shortcut. Seen this?



- Where's that from?

- The station.

No wonder the stationmaster loves you.

Hey, come on. Let's get up that bridge.

Fancy watching a few trains.

If you come back for good, Dad, I could show you lots of places!

Have to wait and see. Can't rush these things.

SONG: 'Money'

♪ The best things in life are free

♪ Well, you can give that to the birds and bees



- ♪ But give me money

- ♪ That's what I want



- ♪ That's what I want

- ♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want



- ♪ That's what I want

- ♪ That's what I want... ♪



- What on earth is he up to now?

- Up to, dear?

He's taking an extraordinary amount of time. I'm paying him by the hour.

I think he just wants to do a thorough job.

I bought them off this bloke at Ashfordly market.

From a stall?

No, he was selling them out of a suitcase. Real bargain.



- What are you two talking about?

- Nothing.

Didn't look like nothing.

Phil was asking me where I got your lovely earrings.

Hey, these better not be dodgy.

Of course they're not!

Would I buy you dodgy jewellery?



- They're not, are they?

- It's probably nothing.

METAL DETECTOR WHIRS

METAL DETECTOR WHINES

SONG: 'Money'



- ♪ That's what I want

- ♪ That's what I want

♪ Money don't get everything, that's true

♪ But what it don't get, I can't use



- ♪ Give me money

- ♪ That's what I want



- ♪ That's what I want

- ♪ That's what I want...

It'll be a loan, Joyce. I'll pay you back a bit each week.

Terry shouldn't talk to you about my troubles.



- He's a good boy, Molly.

- And you spoil him rotten.

What about that husband of yours?

Is he still hanging round like a bad smell?



- Yeah.

- He's no good for you.

I thought he'd left the both of you before he went to prison last time.

He did.

The truth is, I don't know why he's come back.

He's not interested in me.

He just keeps on asking me about this place.

Get rid of him. He's no good, and you know it.

♪ A lot of money, that's what I want

♪ Yeah, give me money That's what I want

♪ A lot of money, that's what I want

♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want ♪

Now then. I've got summat I think might interest you.

Here. What do you make of that?



- It's Roman.

- I thought it might be.

You get them turning up round here from time to time.

This must be the emperor of the period.

Fascinating. But how much do you think it's worth?

Well, it's bronze.

Quite a small denomination. Half a crown.

Seeing as it's you, you can have it for three bob.

I'm not going any higher than half a crown.

All right. Well, seeing as it's me, I'll take it.

Where did you say you found it?

Er, oh, oh... Up on my land.

There may well be others. The Romans had bad inflation.

The coins would become worthless and they'd chuck them away.

You really think there might be a few more?

Oh, aye. They're sometimes found in large hoards.

Are they? Right, well, I'll, er...

I'll probably be back.

I spoke to Steve about those earrings, Sarge.

Oh, aye?

Yeah, he bought them off a bloke on Ashfordly market.

He was selling them out of a suitcase.

Right. We'll get someone down there straightaway.

That's the stationmaster.

One of the drivers has seen some people on the line,

about a mile south of the station.

Terry Ainsworth and his mates, I'll bet.

I thought you warned those kids to keep away from there, Rowan.

Yeah, I did, Sarge.

It's obvious they haven't taken a blind bit of notice!

Now, you two get down there now and catch them at it!

BOTH: Right, Sarge.

OSCAR: They've had enough warnings.

We'll leave the chasing around

to the younger members of the constabulary, eh, Ventress?

Very sensible, Sarge.

I don't think my legs have quite the turn of speed

you seem to need these days.

You're not past it yet.

You might not think so.

But I am due for retirement in a few months' time.

And that means officially that I'm considered to be "past it".

It's nice to put your feet up.

Enjoy a well

-earned rest.

You'll find plenty to do, will you, when your time comes?

Oh, yes, Sarge.

You might say that my career has been building towards retirement.

Hm. Well, I don't feel like that.

The police force means a great deal to me.

I'm even considering putting in for an extension of service.

Really, Sarge?

Well, in some ways, I know police work is a young man's game.

But what officers of my age lack in speed,

we can make up for in other ways.

The wisdom of experience.

Seems a shame to waste it in your case, Sarge.

That's the way I feel.

I'm not ready to be put out to grass.

Not just yet.

Anyway, you go down to the market in the morning.

See if you can track down that street trader with a suitcase.

Right, Sarge. I'll do it first thing.

PHIL: Here. Is that them?

NICK: Yeah, could be.

NICK: Oi! Wait there!

CAR DRIVES OFF

That don't sound like kids to me.

Morning, Sergeant.

Miss Weston. I hope I'm not intruding.

No. Can I make you a cup of tea?

That's very hospitable, but no, thanks.



- Morning, Sarge.

- Excuse me.

Rowan, what happened last night?

Did you manage to catch young Ainsworth and his mates?

Well, actually, I don't think it was kids.

Playing on railway lines is not a grown

-up recreation, Rowan.

Whoever it was drove off in a car.

Oh...

I didn't get a good look at them, but I'm sure there were three men.

Whoever they were, I want them stopped.

Our failure to deal with this problem

is becoming an embarrassment.

By the way, how are you managing round here

without your Auntie Eileen?

Jo's on half

-term at the moment, so she's been looking after Katie.

Not staying the night, I take it?

Which I needn't remind you

would be in breach of your conditions of service,

the police house only being intended for you and your family.

That does make things a bit difficult in practical terms, Sarge.

Difficult or not, Rowan, those are the rules.

Now, Miss Weston will be free to move in with you...

..after you've tied the knot.

Yes, Sarge.

But I'm nowhere near finished, Mr Dobson.

That's all right. We can manage from here. You've done most of it.

I know, but there must be something else I can do.

I mean... these roses, they need... whatsiting.

My wife takes care of that.

Colin, we do need the lawn trimmed and rollered.

Mr Greengrass could do it whilst we're away.

We're off to my sister's for a couple of days.

That'd be perfect.

Sorry?

What? Oh, I was thinking, I've got a trimmer and a roller.

I could use them, couldn't I, to sort of... trim it and roll it.

MOUTHS

The whole thing's absurd.

Doesn't he realise how difficult it is for you?

We just have to be a bit careful, that's all.

Make sure he doesn't see you here at night.



- So you think I should stay?

- Yeah.

As long as you don't answer the door in your dressing gown again.



- So, we're off to the funfair.

- Yeah.

Well, don't let her have too much candyfloss

and watch her on the roundabout, cos she gets dizzy.

Nick, stop worrying. Talk about an overprotective father.

I'm allowed to be, aren't I? Have fun.

Right, come on, ladies! Treat yourselves.

Get your genuine mink earrings! You got your cravats!

You got your brooches! Come on, ladies, treat yourselves!

Genuine mink on sale here. All quality goods!

All the rage! What about you, constable?

After something for t'wife?

No, thanks.



- Who makes these for you?

- A bloke in Leeds.



- Got a name for him?

- Er... Bill or Bob or summat.

It'll come to me in a minute. They're quality goods, you know.

Tell you what, you can have these. On the house. Go on.

It's not my style, really. I tell you what.

I'll borrow one of these, if you don't mind.

Borrow it?

Yes. We've had thefts of mink from a local furrier.

Seeing as you can't remember your supplier's name,

I'll just check out that this isn't stolen.

All right, constable.

Can I go with you, Dad?

Not this time. Got a spot of business to do.



- All right, lads?

- All right.

What business? Are you going away?

No! I'll be back. Don't worry. Now mind out the way.



- When? Tonight?

- No, not tonight.

Maybe in a bit. See how it goes, eh?



- I thought you were gonna stay.

- Don't be a pain, Terry!

Dad!

SONG: 'Hole in the Ground' by Bernard Cribbins

♪ Don't dig there

♪ Dig it elsewhere

♪ You're digging it round and it ought to be square

♪ The shape of it's wrong, it's much too long

♪ And you can't put a hole where a hole don't belong

♪ I ask you, what a liberty, eh?

♪ You need bashing round the bowler

♪ Well, there was I, stood in me hole

♪ Shovelling earth for all that I was worth, I was

♪ There was him Standing up there

♪ So grand and official With his nose in the air ♪



- So, you've seen this pelt before?

- Yes.

NICK: Surely you don't remember every one.

No. But that's a h*m* pelt.

See the markings? It's quite rare.

I can even remember who was working on it, and all.

Joyce Elcott.

That doesn't prove that she stole it.

It can't have been anybody else.

She was supposed to be machining it into the coat.

It should never have been a separate pelt after that.

Well, let's get Mrs Elcott in here, Rowan.

Let's go!

MUSIC: 'Hole in the Ground' by Bernard Cribbins

Hey up, Bernie! What about this? Are you coming?

You're not going to use that.

I ain't got time to dig them all up by hand, have I?

What if someone sees you?

I'm supposed to be up there, aren't I, gardening.

Not with one of them, you're not.

All right, then. Landscaping.



- What's going on?

- Don't worry.

It wasn't you pinched the mink, was it?

Caught red

-handed. We needed the money.

Is that where the rent money...

Were you part of this, Mrs Ainsworth?

She knew nothing about it. Nothing. That's the truth.

So what's all this about the rent money?

I helped her out. But she had no idea where it were coming from.



- Is that why you stole the pelt?

- I had to do something.



- She was gonna be evicted.

- Oh, Joyce...

If that no

-good husband of yours gave you some money,

I wouldn't have had to do it.

It's him you should be bothering with, not me.

Being an irresponsible father is not a criminal offence, Mrs Elcott.

High time it was.

Anyway, I'm not talking about that. He's up to something. Isn't he?



- Joyce...

- Up to what?

He keeps asking Molly about this place.



- I reckon he's planning something.

- Is this true?

I don't know. I don't know what he's planning.

If I were you, Mrs Ainsworth, I'd come clean.

He won't tell me.

He'll not get much if he breaks in here.

We've just sent an order of coats up to London.

The next batch'll not be ready for weeks.

Has Eddie been asking how these coats are transported?

A bit.



- How do you send them, Mr Jenkins?

- By rail.

I take them down to the station and the boxes are transferred.

Sarge.

I reckon Eddie's planning on holding up the train.

It must have been him on the track last night.

Come on! Don't be frightened of it. Get in there!

Come on, Bernie! What are you frightened of?

Go on. You're all right. It'll knock some sense into you.



- Hey, what's going on?

- Behave and you won't get hurt!

Get out!

GUARD SHOUTS



- Stay!

- All right!



- Keys!

- I don't have them!

Keys to the goods compartment!

They don't give them us.

We've got a valuable load. They keep them at either end!

Get the cutter. Move it!

OSCAR: How long ago would the train have left?



- Twelve minutes.

- This could be happening anywhere.

There's only so many places with road access.

Did he talk about the railway?

No. He just asked how the coats were sent from the factory.



- And you told him?

- He's got a way of asking things.

I didn't know he was planning this.

Terry knows the railway. Did he talk to him about it?



- Yeah, yeah, he did.

- He took Terry on the train.

First time they've done anything together.

Terry couldn't stop talking about it.



- Where did they go?

- All over.

They were train spotting.

Terry usually goes to the bridge on Coombe Lane.

That'd be a good place, Sarge.

We'll try it. That's all we've got time for.

SONG: 'Wipeout' by The Surfaris

Ventress, get onto Division!

We need some back

-up. We don't know whether they're armed. Out.

Faster!

Hold it steady!

One! Two. Right, we're in! Move!

Come on.

We haven't got all day! Come on!

Sarge! It's them.

Go on! Get down there!

Police. Back!

OSCAR: Bellamy, move it!



- What are you doing?

- Get the train moving!

I'll do it! I'll do it!

Move!



- Hey!

- Get out the way!

Hey! What's going on? Hey!

What's happening? What's going on?

Don't worry, ma'am.

Delta Alpha two

-one to Control.

Ventress, now listen. Bellamy and Rowan are on the train.

Understood, Sarge. Which direction are they heading?

'To Ashfordly Junction.'

I'm going to follow by road. Out.

Stay there! Stay there!



- Phil, you got him?

- Yes.



- Where's the other one?

- I don't know. He was here.



- Where'd he go?

- Don't know.

I looked round and he wasn't there. That's why I stopped.



- We've lost one, Phil!

- He can't have come past us!

Check the roof!

Nothing!

It's not Ainsworth. He must have jumped.

OSCAR: Well, he can't have gone far.

NICK: He could've jumped anywhere along this stretch.

ALF: He's probably injured.

You don't jump off a train at mph and walk away from it.

OSCAR: I intend to find him

before I have to explain to the Superintendent

how we let him slip through our fingers.



- NICK: It wasn't like that, Sarge.

- OSCAR: How would you describe it?

It's an embarrassment to Ashfordly Police Station.

It's not going to help my extension application either.



- JO: Nick, is that you?

- Yeah.



- Did you find him?

- No. We're calling it a night.

We'll start again tomorrow, crack of dawn.

He'll be miles away by then, won't he?

Well, for all we know,

he could be unconscious on the side of the track somewhere.

Poor Terry. No sooner is his dad home than he's hijacking trains.

KATIE: Daddy?



- NICK: What are you doing up?

- Come and see my goldfish.

She won it at the funfair. We had a really good day, Nick.

You go to bed, sweetheart. I'll be up in a minute.

I've been trying to get her to settle down all evening.

Probably too much excitement.

I'm sorry, Nick. I'm doing my best. I'll go and see to her.

No, I'll go.



- Fine. You go.

- Jo...

Listen to yourself. You pick me up on everything that I do with Katie.



- That's not true.

- Oh, isn't it?

If it is, then I'm sorry.

I think you're doing a great job with Katie.

I don't mean to be overprotective. I just worry, I suppose.

Come on, let's both go up.

No. You go. It's her dad she really wants.

BERNIE: A couple more.

We ought to tell them, you know, Claude.



- It might be worth a lot of money.

- What you talking about?

Well, the Dobsons.

If it's on their land, it belongs to them, legally like.

Legally like, you're don't know what you're talking about

Cos legally like, it belongs to the nation.

If we did the right thing, we'd take it to a museum

and see if they want to buy it.

The Dobsons should get the money. Otherwise, it's stealing.

Finders is keepers.

And possession is nine parts of any law you've got bother about.

Shall we start putting it back then?



- No, no. I wanna go across there.

- What for?

GREENGRASS: There's gotta be a hoard here somewhere.



- We can't just leave it, can we?

- But it's their lawn!

Only the top! I don't know what you're worrying about.

Come on.

They've checked all the local farms, Sarge.

No

-one's seen a thing.

Have we still got men posted on both the main roads?

Yeah. We circulated warnings at the bus and train stations.

OSCAR: Right, I'm gonna get Ainsworth

if it's the last thing I do.

METAL DETECTOR WHINES



- You got summat?

- Er, possibly...

Give me your whatsit. Let's have a listen.

Waggle it about.

Hey. Hey. That sounds... that could be it.

But you can't dig here, Claude.

It's all right. We'll put the turf back later.

But... But... But... you can't.

It's a five

-minute job.

They won't see the join. Keep waggling.



- Dad?

- Terry? Oh, good lad.

I thought you'd come here.



- Are you all right?

- No. I've bust my arm.

My knee's not a pretty sight either. You've got to get me out of here.

The police are looking for you. I saw them.



- Where are they?

- Down on the main line.

They've got dogs and everything.

Tell your mum she's gonna have to come and get me.

Can you do that? She's gonna have to get hold of a car.

She can borrow Joyce's.

You're a smart one, Terry. What happened to the others?



- Did they catch them?

- I think so.

Idiots. They'll get ten years for this.

You don't want that happening to your dad, do you?

No.

It's all down to you. Tell her to come quickly.

And don't let them coppers see you. Yep?

CLANG

Claude! I knew it. I think you've hit something!

Tell me summat I don't know!

Well, don't just stand there! Do summat!

Like what?

MOLLY: Terry? What are you doing here?



- You've got to come and get him.

- What are you on about?

I found him. He's hurt.



- Where is he?

- In the old cottage where I go.

He can't walk. You've got to borrow Joyce's car.

No, Terry. This has got nothing to do with us.

He got himself into this mess. He has to get himself out of it.

You can't just leave him there! You've got to help him!

Terry, go home. And don't you go and see him again, do you hear me?

You'll get into big trouble with the police, and he's not worth it.



- No wonder he hates you!

- Terry!

Yes, Sergeant Blaketon, please.

It's no good, Claude. I shall have to call the Water Board.

Well, go and do it then!

Have you got any coins?

Only Roman ones!

I shall have to go to the pub.

Well, don't hang about.

Otherwise I'll be floating away by the time you get back! Go on!

So you've no idea where your husband is?

Look, I'm telling you, I don't know.

And I wouldn't help him if I did.

What about Terry?



- What would he know? He's a kid.

- Why did he come here this morning?

Well, he often comes here.

What did he want to talk to you about?

Nothing. Just some family business.

NICK: Eddie used Terry before to find out about the trains.

If he's using him again, you should tell us.

Look, I'd like to help you, but I can't.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do.

What do you think?

Well, she's not much of a liar. She knows where he is.

I don't think she's going to tell us, Sarge.



- Shall we try Terry?

- Right.

See, right as rain. I told you there'd be no need to panic.

Claude.



- Claude.

- What?

Keep your mouth shut.

Thought they weren't due back till tomorrow.

Keep it shut!

Welcome home, sir, madam.

What the devil's been going on?

No need to worry, Mr Dobson, sir. Everything's under control.

Matter of fact, lucky I were here,

otherwise you'd be standing in a duck pond.

But what is all this? What have you done to my garden?

GREENGRASS: I'm afraid you sprung a leak.

We thought it were at the back, but it were down here.

But couldn't you see it?

That's the trouble with leaks. They're hard to pinpoint.

They tend to sort of come up from, like... underneath, usually.

Hello, Terry.



- What you got in there, then?

- Nothing.

You won't mind us taking a look, then.

I was hungry.

Come on. You were taking this to your dad.

No. How could I be taking it to him? He's gone.

Now, you listen to me.

We've been talking to your mother, so don't play games with us.



- Is he hurt?

- No.

So you have seen him.

No! I'm not telling you anything, so just get lost!

Sarge? Let me have a word with him.

All right.

Terry, this is very impressive, but he doesn't deserve it.

He hasn't done much for you in the past, clearing off and leaving.

So?

He only came back cos he wanted information about the factory.

Even if it meant getting your mum into trouble.

How do you know?

That's why he took you on the train.

He was planning where to do the robbery.

He wasn't!

He did it at the bridge on Coombe Lane.



- That's where you went, isn't it?

- Yeah, but...

Now he wants something else out of you.



- I know he's your dad...

- He's coming back to live with us.

No, Terry. He just wanted to steal the mink coats.

He could never have come back cos he knew we'd be waiting for him.



- Is he near the railway?

- Quite near.

Whereabouts?



- Come on, Terry.

- This cottage I go to.

Do you want to show us?

I still don't see

how could you believe the leak was yards over that way!

MAN: Over here! Look at this!

Hey, they've found summat.

MAN: It's a pot.



- Pass it here.

- Careful, the bottom's loose.

They're Roman. There's a Latin inscription.

They must be worth a fortune!

It's down there.

You two, round the back.

Terry? Is that you, son?

Go.



- No!

- Stay down!

Ainsworth, let's be having you!

HE SHOUTS

Get him out of here.

Who told you? Was it Molly? I'll have her for this!

Come on!

Come on! Come on.

Dad!

Terry?

You didn't bring them here?

My own flesh and blood. How could you?!

There's a bonus in there for you.

Share in our good fortune, so to speak.

Thank you very much, Mr Dobson. Very kind of you.

Nice to work for you, sir.

Ten bob? Tight

-fisted swine.

That's mean, that is.

He'd never have found any of them coins if it wasn't for us.

It's human nature, isn't it? You can't trust anybody.

We've got them first few coins we found.

So we haven't come away completely empty

-handed, have we?



- What do you mean, we?

- You and me.

The coins and this don't even cover me out

-of

-pocket expenses.

What out

-of

-pocket expenses?

What... That JCB's not a mirage, is it?

I suppose that means I get nothing, as usual.

In a word.

SPLUTTERS

Don't start! I've had enough waterworks for one day.

Come on. I'll buy you a drink.

How long do you think Eddie will get?

Seven, eight years, maybe more.

Terry'll be grown up by the time he gets out.



- Yeah.

- Nick. I'm sorry about yesterday.

I shouldn't have gone off at you like that.

That's OK. I expect you were right.



- Evening, Rowan.

- Hello, Sarge.

Just to let you know, I've had words with Mr Jenkins.

He's decided not to press charges against Joyce Elcott.

That's good.

So I'll recommend to HQ that we drop the case.

I just thought you might like to go round there,

give her the good news.

Well, yeah, I will.

I was just about to run Jo home, so I'll drop in on the way back.

Well, don't worry on my account.

I've told you the rules. Antiquated as they may be.

And if you wish to interpret them flexibly...

Then that's a matter for you.

Thanks, Sarge.

So, I can stay after all?

Well, I think that's what he said.

I'm a bit surprised, I have to admit.

He must be mellowing in his old age. They say it's never too late.

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