07x22 - Unconsidered Trifles

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

OSCAR: It gives me particular pleasure to accept this cup

and take it back to Ashfordly where I feel it's always belonged.

It's been a hard

-fought battle and I extend my sympathy to the losers.

And I thank you all here at Whitby for a really wonderful day's golf.

Thank you very much.

Well done, Oscar. APPLAUSE

Thank you, Jean.

There you go. Ta.

Thanks, Gina.

So, you don't see many Vincents on the road these days.

No.

That was a real man's bike, not one of your kid's toys from Japan.

It's a nice one. Where did you find it?

I deal in classic bikes.

Buying, selling, restoring, you name it.

Much money in it?

Depends. Like any business.

You've got to know what you're doing.

Gina, give us another Scotch.

And pint of whatever Sid's drinking.

Right.

What have I done to deserve that?

I'll have a pint, seeing as he's paying. Thank you, Gina.

Youarepaying, aren't you, Claude?

Stick it on the slate.

No.

Here.

Don't keep the change.

I won't. You're tuppence short.

Bring them over, will you?

They're coming.

What are you up to, Claude?

Do you know, Sid, I was just thinking about your old dad.

Oh, aye? What about him?

Whatever happened to them...

antique motorbikes he had?

MUSIC: 'Well

-Respected Man' by The Kinks

♪ Cos he gets up in the morning

♪ And he goes to work at night

♪ And he comes back home at .

♪ Gets the same train every time

♪ Cos his world is built on punctuality

♪ It never fails

♪ And he's oh so good

♪ And he's oh so fine

♪ And he's oh so healthy

♪ In his body and his mind

♪ He's a well

-respected man about town

♪ Doing the best things so conservatively ♪

Why hasn't he turned up yet?

I don't know, do I?

Something's gone wrong.

Will you shut up?

If he comes and we're not here, he'll k*ll us.

How do?

Nice night for it, eh?



- That's it. I'm off.

- Hang on.

Look, here he is.

Dave, is it all right? Have you got it?

Not here, you silly beggar!

You're Frank, right?

Yeah.

What are you scared of?

Nothing.

Are you scared of me? Well, you should be.

You mess this up and I'll come looking for you. Both of you.

Aye? You and whose army? Have you got the stuff?

Here.

We split the profits

- .

Don't let me down now.

♪ Cos he's oh so good

♪ And he's oh so fine

♪ And he's oh so healthy

♪ In his body and his mind

♪ He's a well

-respected man about town

♪ Doing the best things so conservatively ♪

Excuse me, Michael.

You don't know me, but I overheard what you were saying...

about classic motorbikes.

Yeah.

Only I think I might be able to put my hands on a Sunbeam.

Oh, yeah, Claude?

Don't worry, it's perfectly above board.

I might be interested.

Yeah, I'm sure you would.

But how interested?

You mean, what's it worth?

In a manner of speaking, yeah.

You see, the bloke who owned it died, you know.

His widow's got it now.

And naturally it's got a sentimental attachment attached to it.

Claude...

It's all right, honest! It's perfectly legitimate.

The price would depend on the condition.

It's in tip

-top condition. It's not been used for years.

Well, in that case, I could go up to something like £ .

£ ? Is that all?

When can I see it?

How about Thursday?

What,thisThursday?

I'm only in these parts till the end of the week.

Meet you in here, shall I? About twelve?

Twelve o'clock on Thursday.

Yeah, right.

Don't worry!

Stop!

That was the last bus.

Now what are we gonna do?

Well, you know what they say, don't you?

What?

♪ These boots are made for walking

♪ And that's just what they'll do

You're bonkers!

♪ One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you ♪

HUMS

I think... I've got a customer... for the Sunbeam.

If we play our cards right, he'll give us about or quid for it.

£ or £ for that heap of old metal?!

Hey! Keep it a bit sotto. Goodnight, Michael.

Good night, Claude.

Don't be late in the morning.

Good night, Bernie.

It might need cleaning up a bit.

That's where Bernie comes in.



- Well, that depends.

- Don't start moaning.

You're only going to check it over.

Anyways, you'd better get home

and I'll come round and see you in the morning.

I don't know what Ma's going to say.

Don't tell her owt, she'll won't say nowt, will she?

Think he'll be all right?

Yeah. He ain't going to run out of petrol, is he?

What the...?!

Oh, my Lord!

Sidney?

Sid?!

Looks like you've got a fracture there, Sid.

Oh, dear. I'm sorry, Ma.

So I should think, giving me a fright like that.

I thought he were a goner, lying there.

How is your head?

Sore.

Let's hope that'll knock a bit of sense into him at last.

I expect they'll want to keep you in hospital for observation.

They can't. What about t'farm?

Never mind about that for now. DOOR OPENS

Maggie. All right, Sid?

We'll soon have you on your way.

Any sign of the driver?

No. It's Blaketon's car.



- Oscar Blaketon's?

- Yeah.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Morning, Alf.

Any news, then?

NO, I've been trying to track him down all night.

Are you quite sure he isn't in his house?

Yeah, I went down there twice.

Toast?

No. Oh, all right, then.

I checked his car. It's been hot

-wired.

So it was stolen, then?

Yeah, it looks that way.

But why didn't he report it? Answer that.

Let's go and ask him.

If we can find him, that is.

KNOCK AT DOOR



- Morning, Mr Blaketon.

- Morning, Gladys.

Has Lizzie not sorted them papers yet?

I wouldn't be doing it myself if she had now, would I?

Hiya! Sorry!

Sorry. My alarm didn't go off. And I was up late doing homework.

I want no excuses, young lady! I want you here on time!

I will be. I promise.

Get a move on, then!

Otherwise you won't be finished in time for the school bus.

I will. I'll run.

Go on, love. What are you waiting for?

Could I have this week's money today?



- That's really up to Mr Blaketon.

- Oh, please...

Go on then.

Are you still here?

Out! Now!

It looks normal enough to me.

Hello, Lizzie. Robbed the post office, have you?

Sorry, Mr Ventress. I'm late.

And Mr Blaketon's in a bit of a temper.



- Ah, Mr Blaketon.

- Yes?

It's nice to see you're here.

Where else would I be? I've got a business to run.

Morning, Ventress, what can I do for you?



- It's about your car, Sarge.

- Oh? What about it?

Oh, we found it.

Oh... Well, I must say I am impressed.

I haven't reported it yet, and you've already found it.

It was stolen, then, was it?

Yes... But I haven't had time to...

What time did you discover it missing?

Oh... This morning. About... six o'clock, I think.

Yes, about . am.

It was in an accident last night. A pedal cyclist was injured.

The car ran into a wall.

Oh. Have you got the driver?

I'm afraid not. Must have legged it.

So... Where were you last night, Mr Blaketon?

Oh, I was here.

No, that's not strictly true.

I was representing Ashfordly Golf Club over at Whitby

till about nine, ten o'clock.

That's strange.

I popped round here just after , and about an hour after that.

I couldn't get a reply.

Well, I must have slept through it.

I sleep pretty well after holes of golf.

We won the area cup.



- Oh, congratulations, Sarge.

- Thanks.

We'll need a statement in due course.

Yeah, I realise that.

I'll come back later, then.

Oh, I almost forgot! Do you want the good news?

What's that?

Well, your golf clubs, of course.

They're safe.



- All right, Bernie?

- No problem, Mr Bradley.

CID going to take a look at it, are they?

MIKE: Yep.

They should be down here tomorrow.

Have you done?

Yes, thank you.

Can I pick up the bike at the same time?

You're going to mend it for him, are you?

Not his push bike. The Sunbeam. Sid said we would have it.

He never said owt to me about that.

Probably slipped his mind.

You'll have to bring my cows in first.

Pardon?

They need milking.

I can't do owt with my arthritis.

I were never any good with cows.

Tell you the truth, I've always been a bit scared of them.

Go on!

Your dad kept cows.

I know. That's why I became a mechanic.

Don't talk daft.

Anyway, you're not taking any bike till my cows have been milked.

That constable will give you a hand.

I'm sorry, I've got rather a lot to do.

All you've got to do is open them gates.

They know the way.

MUSIC: 'Build Me Up Buttercup' by The Foundations

♪ Why do you build me up (build me up)

♪ Buttercup, baby just to let me down

♪ (Let me down) and mess me around

♪ And then worst of all (worst of all)

♪ You never call, baby

♪ When you say you will (say you will)

♪ But I love you still I need you (I need you)

♪ More than anyone, darlin'

♪ You know that I have from the start

♪ So build me up (build me up)

♪ Buttercup, don't break my heart

♪ Why do you build me up (build me up)

♪ Buttercup, baby Just to let me down ♪

Some things you never forget, eh, Bernie?

You can tell he's a farmer's son.

The other one did all right too.

And now, if you'll excuse him, he's really got to go.

All right, we better have a look at this motorbike.

You've got a customer, then?

Well, I might have.

How much is he offering?

We haven't actually discussed that yet.

Ah, but whatever it is,

you're going to split it with out Sid.

Is that the arrangement?

Well, sort of, yes.

Well, I wouldn't want to take Sid's share,

but I think it would be best

if we split it three ways, don't you?

Yeah.

Come on. I'll show you the bike.

Well, where's the Sunbeam?

You'll have to look for it!

You mean it's somewhere amongst this lot?

Well, it's all there.

Help yourself.

Sid said it just wanted a bit of work doing on it.

I'm off.

No, you're not. There's £ worth amongst this lot somewhere.

I'm sorry, Alf, but I think he's lying.

Never.

He's coveringsomethingup.

Mike, we're talking about Oscar Blaketon.

Our Sergeant Blaketon.

Listen, he left Whitby Golf Club at about ten o'clock.



- We know that from the steward.

- Right.

The journey back to Aidensfield takes half an hour.

Less at that time of night.

He said the accident happened at . .

Which doesn't leave enough time for him to get home,

someone to nick his car, drive up to Birley Tops Farm

and knock Sid Lines off his bike.

Maybe whoever nicked it was waiting for Blaketon to come home.

Why would he want to do that, Phil?

There must be another explanation.

Yeah, there is. The car wasn't nicked.

I thought you said it had been hot

-wired.

It looked like it had been.

The wires had been pulled out, but...

And you think Blaketon did that? To make it look...

Oh, this is plain stupid. Anybody could have had an accident.

Yeah.

Yeah.

But failing to report it, that's a serious offence.

He'd never do that.

What if he was trying to cover up something worse?

Like driving over the limit?

Mike... You're barking up the wrong tree.

Oscar Blaketon, he barely touches the stuff.

OK. Why don't you tell me what happened?

Because, as I see it, our Oscar's facing prosecution.

MIKE: We just need a simple statement about what time you got home

and that sort of thing.

I do know the form, Bradley. I've drafted one out.

I think you'll find I've included everything you need.

Yeah, that seems to be fine.

Oh, there is just one thing that's bothering us, Mr Blaketon.

Oh? What's that?

Well, if you got back here at about .

and the accident happened just after that,

then your car must have been stolen,

well, just as soon as you'd parked it.

Are you implying I was driving the car when the accident occurred?

No. No, but... It's just that...

It doesn't make sense, does it?

It's clear to me.

I parked the car. The was stolen. The accident happened.

Have you lot gone woolly

-headed since I retired?

No, all I'm saying is that whoever nicked your car

must have been close by when you came home.

Did you notice anyone hanging about?

If I had seen anyone hanging around, I would've said so.

Now, will that be all?

I can't. My mam'd blow her top.

Tell her you missed the bus! We can catch the five o'clock.

It's all right for you. Your mam don't get home till six!

Oh, come on! It will be a laugh!

I'll back you up to your mam.

All right, then! You talked me into it.

Give her another chance, Mr Blaketon.

She's had enough chances already.

Don't be too hard on the girl.

I know you're worried about this business with your car...

I am not worried about this business with my car!

Cars get stolen all the time!

I'm just one of the lucky ones who gets his back!

Morning!



- Maggie.

- Everything all right?

Yes. What can I do for you?

I haven't had my Nursing Times this week.

Just wondered whether it was in yet.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I overslept. I'm sorry, Mr. Blaketon.

Sorry's not good enough! I told you yesterday to pull your socks up!

It won't happen again. I promise.

I know. I'm not giving you another chance. You're sacked!

Please, Mr Blaketon!

Lizzie? Lizzie! Are you all right?

Lay her down. Gently does it.

Oscar!

Now, Bernie, how's it going?

You're looking at a minor miracle,

considering what I've had to work with.

There must be at least three bikes in that lot.

I trust I'm getting well paid for this, Claude.

I wish you'd stop moaning. I'll make sure you get a few bob.

A few bob?!

All right, I'll cut you in.

We'll make it a four

-way split. When are you going to stick the rest on?

The front forks must be up at the farm still.

Is there much left up there?

Aye, plenty.

I thought I brought the Sunbeam.

It'd de easier if you brought the lot down.

Well, you haven't got a temperature, so it doesn't look like an infection.

What did you eat last night, Lizzie?

Sausage... and beans and chips.

Any breakfast today?

I didn't feel like it.

So, had you been feeling faint this morning?

Not really. Just a bit off

-colour.

Then, when Mr Blaketon started...

talking to me...

I just...

Have you ever fainted before, Lizzie?

No.

I'll do a blood test to make sure you're not anaemic,

but we should just get you home.

No school for you this morning.

Did you want summat?



- About your car insurance.

-What about it?

I'd like to check it, please. And your licence.

They're in order. What are you worried about?

I'm not worried about anything.

Mrs Lines is concerned about the mending of the wall.

Well, I expect my insurance will pay up eventually.

Meanwhile, you can tell her I'll cover the cost of the repairs.

Ah, it's not quite as simple as that.

Paying for the damage is normally seen

as an admission of responsibility.

Is that right? Well, I'm not responsible, Bradley.

I just feel sorry for her, that's all.

Well, I still need to see your documents.

You know the form.

Playing it by the book, are we?

You wouldn't want me to bend the rules just for you?

Well, if you call in to the post office later...

I'll produce them for you.

Right. Oh, and by the way,

you haven't had any second thoughts about that statement, have you?

Jean, it's me. Can you talk?

Yes, yes, I know, I know, but, look, this is urgent.

I've got to see you.

How's it going?

Nearly done. The car's sounds, so no problem there.



- Any luck with fingerprints?

- Two sets on the steering wheel.

Really?

If one of them is Blaketon's, the other one must be the thief's.

Right, thanks.

Did you find them front forks?

They're there somewhere. I've brought the lot. It's on the lorry.

Is this it, then? The Sunbeam?

What there is of it, aye.

It'll be beautiful when it's finished.

LAUGHS

It'll have to be. I can't see that bloke coughing up £ for it!

A hundred?!

That's what he said, isn't it?

Thank you.

Hey, Bradley.

Yeah?

You don't happen to know whether old Blaketon's on any medication?

No, no, I don't. He does have a heart condition.

We found these under the passenger seat.

I'll need to confirm what they are. They've got lettering on them.

If I described some pills, could you identify them for me?

I'm sure I've seen them before.

I'll try.

What do they look like?

They're light and dark blue capsules with "MX" on them.

Mm

-hmm. What did you think they were?

Mandrax.

You're right. Sleeping pills.

Are you Oscar Blaketon's GP?

Yes. Why?

You may feel this information to be confidential,

but can you tell me if he's been prescribed them recently?



- Erm...

- Look, I understand.

Let me put it this way.

If Mandrax capsules are being handed around in the area,

then we could have a problem.

But if they've been prescribed to Mr Blaketon,

then we know where they've come from.

Let me see. Excuse me.

No.

No, he hasn't been prescribed Mandrax.

So... we could have a problem.

OSCAR: I'm sorry about this.

I wouldn't have called, but I thought it was important.

It's all right.

Now, then. What are you worried about?

Well, it's this business with the car.

They want to know where it was stolen from,

and why I didn't report it.



- What have you told them?

- Nothing, really.

I was trying to make them think it was taken

from outside the post office.

But Bradley doesn't believe me. And he won't let go.

Oh, dear.

I've put you in a spot, haven't I?

Ah, it's the other way round.

I've made a mess of things. I haven't been thinking straight.

Don't be silly.

If you didn't have me, you wouldn't have the problem.

If I didn't have you...

What?

Don't know, really.

Oh, Oscar!

You are a lovely man.

Here I am, about to destroy your reputation, and...

You're going to have to tell them the truth.

That's all there is to it.

I don't give tuppence about my reputation.

It's you I'm worried about.

I promise, I'll do everything I can to keep you out of this.

But it won't be easy.

Now, Bernie, is it you finished?

Well, it's finished.

But there is a slight problem.

What problem?

Well, I think there might be a bit of an AJS in there somewhere.

CLAUDE: I think you might be right. You're the expert.

You must've known you were sticking the wrong stuff on.

I did my best with what you provided.

Have another look at what I provided

because it's all in there somewhere.

Don't start that game! Just get it finished!

Mrs Tyler! Mrs Tyler! Come quick, please!

What is it? What's happened?

It's Lizzie! Quick!

Oh, my God!

Oh, please God! No.

dr*gs? In Blaketon's car?

Mandrax. They're prescribed as a sleeping pill.

But mix them with alcohol and believe me,

they can make you very drunk very quickly.

Has he been prescribed them?

No, I checked. They must have come from whoever nicked the car.

Yes. Well, they're already doing the rounds.

Phil's been at Dmitri's Diner.

The owner reckons that two youngsters have been selling dr*gs.

What did CID say when they found them in Blaketon's car?

They didn't know for sure what they were,

so they've sent them to Division for analysis.

Have you told Blaketon?

No.

I, er... I didn't know how to handle that one.

Don't tell him. Leave it to me. Can you go and pick him up?

What's the matter with her?

It looks like she's taken an overdose.

Will you call an ambulance, Mrs Tyler?

What happened, Babs?

I know you've been drinking.

But I need to know what else Lizzie's taken.

I don't know.

This is serious!

She could die if you don't tell me!

Now what has she taken?

It's diabolical. They should have locked him up.

But what if it wasn't Blaketon driving the car?

Even if it was, this isn't quite the time

to be having this conversation.

SID: What? Someone's got to say it.

I've as good a right as anyone.

I'm sure you have, but I honestly think

you're barking up the wrong tree.

Gina.

Same again, please.

Well, you've changed your tune a bit, haven't you?

Blaketon might be capable of a lot of things,

most of which he's done to me.

But I honestly don't think he'd walk away from an accident.



- Hiya, Mike!

- Hi, Gina.

Has Mr Blaketon been in, by any chance?

Yeah. He's in the snug.

Right, thanks.

Oh, it's you.

Mr Blaketon.

Could you come down to the station with me, please?



- What, now?

- Yes, please.

What for?

Alf Ventress needs to ask a couple of questions.

Can't it wait till morning?

I'm afraid not. It's really quite urgent.

What you mucking about at?

I thought you were going to finished the Sunbeam?

I think we've had a stroke of luck.



- Let's hope it's good.

- Very good.

I found this amongst all the other bits of junk you brought down.

Yeah, well?

Well, it's off a Brough Superior and we've got the rest of it.

Yeah, well?

Well, they go for about quid.

Do they?

I think we can forget the Sunbeam, then.

I think maybe the best thing is

if you tell me exactly what's going on.

I don't follow you.

Well, I'm talking about making false statements,

obstructing the police in the execution of their duty.

Every word in that statement I made is true.

It might not actually be false,

but it's certainly intended to be misleading.

I'm Sorry, Alf.

I don't know what you mean. I stand by my statement.

CID found dr*gs in your car.

They've taken them to Division.

Mike Bradley's a smart lad.

And he already knows what they've found before they do.

You've got a chance to tell me what you're trying to hide,

because when they have analysed it at Division,

CID is going to be crawling all over this business.

I don't think that this is going to fool them.

dr*gs? What dr*gs?

Mandrax. Lizzie Tyler's having her stomach pumped out in hospital

after an overdose.

I want to know how they got into your car,

and where they came from.

Well, are you going to come clean with me or CID?

The car wasn't nicked in Aidensfield.

Where was it?



- Whitby.

- Whereabouts?

Grafton Road.

When did you know it was missing?

Six o'clock the next morning.

You spent the night there?

Why didn't you report it?

I was with a friend. I didn't want her involved.

Who?

Oh, come on, Alf, please!

I have to know.

SIGHS

Jean Ashdale.

Jean Ashdale?

As inMrsJean Ashdale?

Yes.

As in Chief Inspector Ashdale's missus?

Yes...

Like it or not, she's involved.

I'd appreciate some help on this, Alf.

I'll help if I can.

I have to know where we stand.

How long has this been going on?

A couple of years, maybe.

It just happened, gradually.

We both needed a bit of company, a bit of companionship.

DI Ashdale is never at home these days.

Even when he is, they hardly have two words to say to each other.

Kids grown up, left home, you know what it's like.

I've got an imagination.

It started with the odd game of golf, quiet dinners together.

We used to find places where we knew we wouldn't be recognised.

Ah, listen to me.

I'm talking as if it's already over.

I suppose it is.

That's between the two of you, isn't it?

Is it?

No strings. That's what we said.

Just stealing time together.

That's the way she wanted it.

But when you find someone you really want to be with,

you go along with them.

That's what I did.

Now this has happened.

You'll have to make a new statement.

She'll have to make a statement confirming that was with you

on the night in question. Would you like me to go and see her?

LAUGHS

That's the last thing she'd want.

A police car turning up at her house.

I'm sorry. I'm only trying to help.

No, I'll go and see her. Talk to her.

Then I'll bring her to the station.

I'll keep things as quiet as I can.

Thanks.

How are you feeling, Lizzie?

All right.

Good.

You had everybody very worried last night.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to.

I need to know where you got those pills from.

I can't tell you.

I promised.

Those are the sort of promises that don't count.

You were lucky.

You could have died.

The next person mightn't be so lucky.

I got them in the caff.

Near school.

Dmitri's Diner?

From two lads?

We're going to catch them.

But it's very important that we catch them as soon as possible.

I need you to tell me their names.

I made a right pig's ear of this

and you're the one who's going to suffer.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

I chose to be with you.

We've always known there was a danger of being found out.

You don't know how much it's meant to me,

the past two years, knowing you.

Not just for you, Oscar.

You made a difference to my life too.

I'd never have coped with all my problems

without you to think about.

I'd have been lost.

You don't have to say anything if you don't want to.

You don't have to made a statement.

Mark doesn't have to know.

But that would leave you in a very difficult situation.

I'll manage. Somehow.

That's very sweet of you, Oscar.

And very generous.

But I can't accept.

Maybe it's time Mark and I faced up to things.

I've known for years that he's been playing away, but...

we've never talked about it.

In for a penny, eh?

Come on. Let's go and get it over with.

ALF: We've got tow names. Joey Sharp and a sidekick, Frank.

We've no address. The Meadow Estate is a start.

Now, we know they picked up the dr*gs on Tuesday night.

Assuming they're the ones that stole the car,

we know that the dr*gs must have come from the same area of Whitby.

Hang on a second, Alf. Wasn't the car stolen in Aidensfield?

No, it wasn't. Now, we think the dr*gs came off a boat in Whitby.

So what I want you to do

is to go to the Meadow Estate, find Frank and Joey,

and find if there's a link between them and the boat in Whitby.



- Just a couple of questions, Alf.

- What?

How Blaketon's car was stolen in Whitby?

It's a long story and I'll tell you later.

What's Mrs Ventress been putting in your porridge?

Hop it!

That looks nice. Have you used the right bits this time?

Do you mind?

You've knocked it together pretty quick!

I've been up all night working on it.

One of the lads helped me. It's going to cost a fortune in overtime.

Yeah, I'm sure it is.

As soon as it's sold, you can give him a good bonus.

Eh?

I thought that'd make you sit up and take notice.

Will you have it completely done by dinner time?



- Yeah, I should think so.

- Don't think so, know so!

I'll go and tell Gina to send Mr Fowles over

Aye, it's all right, that.

OSCAR: Hello, Ventress.

This is Mrs Ashdale.

Good morning, Mrs Ashdale.

I'm sorry to ask you in, but we need a statement.

I quite understand. Shall we get on with it?

What exactly do you need?

Oh, just a simple statement,

confirming that you were with Mr Blaketon...

on the night in question.

Time you arrive, time you left.

KNOCKING

Joseph Sharp?

No.

That's funny because your neighbour said Joey Sharp lived here.



- What do you want?

- Just a chat.

You won't mind us coming in then, will you?

Thank you.

Sit down!

It's Frank, right?

What is this? Joey?

You've got a lot of matchboxes, Joseph.

Yeah? Well, I collect them.

You've got a lot of swaps then, haven't you?

Look, you've got no right to be here.



- You've nothing to hide, have you?

- No.

Don't mess about,Joey. Where's the Mandrax?

What Mandrax?

Lizzie Tyler overdosed last night. She's in hospital now.



- And you put her there.

- No, we didn't!

Shut up!

How were we supposed to know she'd take too much?!

You stupid...

It doesn't matter now, does it?

I'm glad that's over.

Alf Ventress is all right. He'll keep it to himself.

I'm sure he will.

But he can't keep our statements to himself, can he?

No. They'll have to go to CID.

GASPS

Mark's lot.

And won't they have a lovely time!

Can't you imagine?

Yes, I'm afraid I can.

It's spoilt now, isn't it?

I'm sorry, Jean.

Truly sorry.

So am I.

So, what do we do now?

I don't know.

I might go and visit my sister down in Guildford.

All right.

I need a little time.

Right.

What have we got here?

Joseph Sharp. Frank Collins.

And one bag of Mandrax capsules.

Oh, excellent! I want one of them taken into the interview room.

I want another in the office.

And I want a full statement. Fast!

CLAUDE: Look, round where the petrol goes in. It's all...

Oh, hello, Mr Fowles. Can I introduce my associates?

This is Sid Lines... and Bernie Scripps.

You've got the Sunbeam, then?

We've got something better than that.

A Brough Superior.



- What do you think?

- Looks a good one.

I thought you'd like it.

What do you think it's worth?

This could bemybike.

It can be as soon as you've paid for it.

We thought about... £ .

That's not what I'm saying.

This is my Brough.

This was stolen from me years ago.

You what?

You'd better call the police.

Well, don't look at me. They were my dad's bikes, not mine.

Come on, lads. Get these reports finished.

PHIL: What's the rush?

I want to clear this off our desks. PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

Right, we'll get someone over as soon as we can. Thank you.

There you go, Alf. Signed and sealed.

And there's mine.

Right, Phil, I want you to take the patrol car,

and get this over to Division as fast as you can.

So, come on, Alf. Give!

What?

Why was Blaketon's car in Whitby the night it was stolen?

Er... Let's say "cherchez la femme," and leave it at that.

Cherchez la...?

Blaketon?

Yes. And that's by way of an explanation, not an instruction,

so drop it.

DS Watson. Who's in charge?

Alf Ventress.



- Those dr*gs in the stolen car.

- Yes?

CID are taking over the case.

Oh, that! Er, no. We've sorted that out.

We caught the lads red

-handed.

Case closed. I'm sorry you've had to come all this way.

Can I see a file?

Sorry, Sarge, the file's already gone to Division.

I think you'll find all the information you require is there.

Signed confessions, the lot. No need for you to hang around.

All right, Phil. Off you go.

Right. That's that, then.

I'd better get over to Division in the morning.

Oh, I almost forgot!

There's something right up your street, over on your patch.

Something about a stolen motorbike.

Here are the engine numbers and the frame number.

They all match.



- MIKE: Is that right, Bernie?

- Aye.

It all seems pretty straightforward to me.

Mr Fowles has recovered his stolen property. Where was it?

In Sid's barn.

And how did it get there?

I don't know. Dad were always messing about with bikes.

I don't know how he came by them.

Will there be a reward?

No, there will not!

What about the Sunbeam? Will you be wanting that?

If it was the genuine article, I might be interested.

But somebody seems to have put half an AJS in it.

I'll collect the Brough later.

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

All that overtime!

All that money in my back barn and I never knew.

What are we going to do with that?

Why don't you climb on it and ride off into the sunset!

Oh, that's nice(!)

Compared to my first thought, it is.

I thought you'd like to know the latest.

OSCAR: Take a seat. Would you like a whisky?

Oh, ta!

Right, then.

Let's have it.

We got the lads who stole your car.

Oh, good.

They missed the last bus to Ashfordly

and they found your car with the quarterlight open.

Oh dear, oh dear.

Well, they made full confessions about taking your car,

about they accident, what they done earlier.

There was an older brother involved.

Dave Sharp. Do you remember him?



- Yeah.

- He's in the merchant navy now.

Anyway, the Whitby police are keeping an eye open

for when his boat comes in.

So when did you get these confessions?

This morning.

Er, just after you and Mrs Ashdale had made your statement.

I suppose you'd call that ironic.

Maybe.

Have all the statements gone to Division?

Yes.

But the lads' statements were so complete...

CID didn't need to have this.

But these are...

Yes. Yours and Mrs Ashdale's statement.

I thought it was best to for you to have them back.

Put her mind at rest.

Nobody else knows.

Alf...

I just don't know what to say.

Say nowt.