08x04 - Past Crimes

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

# Do you understand me now?

# Sometimes I feel a little mad

# Don't you know that no-one alive can always be an angel

# When things go wrong I seem to be bad

# I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

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

# Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree

# With a joy that's hard to hide

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

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

# I'm just a soul whose intentions are good... #

She reckons someone's broken in next door.

She heard a noise, looked outside,

and there he was, running towards the house.

Hey. Hey, Phil. Come on, mate. Look lively.

A policeman never sleeps.

Hey, Phil.

MIKE: Oh, yeah. Cheers. I think I'll manage.

No sign of a forced entry. You can't see anything missing?

No. Mrs Briggs probably imagined it. She is getting on a bit.

Maybe there was someone trying to break in but couldn't.

Nothing's been taken. There's no evidence of a break-in.

- Maybe there wasn't a burglar. - Yeah. Maybe.

Look, it's very late.

There doesn't seem to be any real cause for concern.

Yeah, I suppose you're right.

Well, we'll leave it at that then, shall we?

Some of us have to get up for work in a few hours.

Thanks for your trouble, PC Bradley. But I'm sure it was nothing.

It's going to be tricky if the camshaft's gone.

Go on, Uncle Bernie. You can do it.

Of course I can do it. But it'll cost a few bob.

Ah. Well, the, erm... thing is, I'm a bit short at the moment.

When weren't you?

From what your mother says, you should spend less time playing golf.

If I keep on my winning streak, you'll see your money in no time.

I'll tell you what.

You can have these to be getting on with.

Brand new. I won them last week.

I don't play golf.

Well, give them to a friend, then.

Now, look, I've got to rush or I'll miss the bus.

Call me at my mum's.

Out of pocket again.

Let's have a look. These are all right.

I'll take them off your hands, if you like.

- You don't play golf, either. - No, but I know some men who do.

Are you sure that's the time?

Yep.

It must be that business last night that's got us at sixes and sevens.

Where's my watch?

GROANS

You're right. What a drag!

SIGHS

Another hour in bed!

I was hoping for blue irises, his favourite colour.

But this is all they had. Still...

I think they're very nice, Mrs Robinson.

It'll be years this year. It doesn't seem like it.

OSCAR: No. It's hard to believe.

Thirty-four, he'd be now. Grown up.

Anyway, I'd better be getting on.

You take care of yourself.

SHOP BELL TINKLES

BELL TINKLES AGAIN

- Morning, Oscar. - Ah.

I need three stamps. It's urgent business.

I hope this golf competition isn't going to take up all your time.

Well, that depends how far I get in the tournament.

Well, I hope not, because I might need your help with something.

Oh, aye?

I'm in a bit of rush just now, but let's just say

I might be about to spring a surprise on a certain someone,

if all goes to plan.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Morning, Mr McDonald. We thought you must be off sick.

No, I... I don't understand.

You know, you were meant to be in a meeting with Mr Handley at . .

Mr McDonald, is everything all right? This isn't like you.

No, I'm sorry, Mr Handley. I can explain.

My watch says quarter to nine. I thought it was later but...

It's quarter to eleven. Perhaps it's time you bought a new watch.

But I don't think you understand, Mr Han...

- Is that the duck, then? - Aye. Six brace.

- Oh, nice one, Claude. - Why do you want so many?

It's t' prize-giving dinner after t' tournament.

And, erm, if you keep undercutting t' butcher's prices like this,

I don't see much point in stopping.

I couldn't agree with you more, Trevor.

CHUCKLES

Right. There you are.

Now, this little competition of ours, do you fancy a flutter?

- It's good odds. - Are they really? How good?

Well, er... your pal Blaketon's in with a chance.

But the current favourite's Smythson, club captain, : .

Oh, is it members only, then, like?

No, it's open. Why, Claude? Are you thinking of entering?

What? With my knees? No!

But I-I've... I've got a mate who might like to have a go.

He's changed every clock in the house.

The hall clock, the alarm clock, my watch and Tim's watch.

He must have been standing right beside our bed whilst we slept.

Exactly when did you realise this cricket trophy was missing?

Erm, when I came back this morning.

I think Tim would have noticed if it was taken last night.

He's kept it for years.

He took ten wickets in a school championship final.

Right, I see.

And, er... did you notice anything else was taken? Anything at all?

Yes, he's cleared my fridge out.

Oh, right. I see.

He must have got in when you were out this morning.

I only went as far as the shops.

That's plenty of time for him to get in and get back out again,

believe you me.

He's obviously been watching me the whole time.

This is where he's been getting in.

He's had to jemmie it open. Look, you can see the marks.

Look, make sure you keep these windows properly secured

until we catch up with him.

I don't understand. Why? Why would somebody do this?

That business with the clocks and Tim's cricket trophy,

it just doesn't make any sense.

MIKE: So you're going through with it, then?

- Here, let me give you a hand. - No, I'm fine. Honestly.

I've nearly finished.

He's a lucky man, Neil. Twice.

Hey, look, erm... I wish you all the best.

Thanks.

- Afternoon, Constable. - Better get going.

Here, let me take that.

Right. We'll get someone up there straightaway.

CRADDOCK: Yes, darling.

What are you going to wear?

Oh, yes. I like that.

So, shall I meet you here?

MUFFLED STEPS

Hold on a minute, would you?

- Yes, Ventress? - I just had a call, Sarge.

Sounds like there are kids playing up at the old mine.

Fires were spotted there last night.

Right, tell Bellamy and Bradley to get on up there

and make sure it's sealed it off. - Yes, Sarge.

MUSIC: 'Sunny Afternoon' by The Kinks

# The taxman's taken all...

Not exactly Lee Trevino, is he?

- Now what were t' name again? - Scripps, B.

Well... if you fancy chucking your money away, that's your funeral.

- What odds are you gonna give me? - : ?

- 's right. I'll have £ , here. - Are you sure about this, Claude?

Scripps, B. Initial "B."

Write it down before I change my mind. Come on.

- That's quid that'll win. - Claude Greengrass.

That's it!

# Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze...

What's all this about, Claude?

Don't you know I've got a business to run.

I'll more than make up for owt you lose,

which is more than that nephew of yours does for you.

- Where is he, by the way? - At his mother's. Can we go now?

Of course we can, if you've finished trying to dig that hole.

# Live this life of luxury

# Lazing on a sunny afternoon

# In the summer time #

BELLAMY: Looks like somebody's had themselves a feast.

CLATTERING

MIKE: Yep.

BELLAMY: Ah, it'll be kids. They're always up here.

No matter what we do, it's hard to keep 'em out.

Some of the mine shafts round here are a mile deep, so they say.

Interesting.

What?

The McDonalds had a trophy go missing.

Weird.

Well, I don't reckon it's kids.

Someone's been living here, sleeping rough.

Now, if it's the same bloke who's been breaking into the McDonalds'

and this is his kit...

..chances are he'll be back for it.

Right.

Well, all we have to do is come back early tomorrow morning

and catch him.

Or better still...

..stay here and wait.

No point passing up the best chance of nicking him, is there?

No point at all.

Didn't fancy a night out in Whitby anyway.

I've put wire around the window catches,

so whoever it was can't get in there.

I'll go to the locksmith tomorrow and see what else we can do.

Good idea. Hey...

- Don't worry. It'll be fine. - But I can't figure it out.

Why would anyone turn the clocks back by two hours,

and then steal your stupid cricket trophy for goodness sake?

That trophy, I'll have you know,

represents one of the proudest moments of my life.

He must have been watching the house.

What if he's still out there? I wonder who it is.

Who would do this to us?

Mike, we could come back tomorrow and catch him.

We could surprise him.

SIGHS

Hey. Shh.

SIGHS

What a great night this is turning out to be.

I could have been in Whitby with a girl on my arm.

Hey! Shh!

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Eh? What do you want?

MIKE: Tell me what you're doing here, please, sir.

I could ask you the same question. Sneaking about. What's up with you?

This is private property. You shouldn't be here.

- This belong to you, does it? - Yeah.

- Empty your pockets, please, sir. - What for?

Phil, search him.

Win many cricket trophies with this, do you?

You broke into a house, twice, didn't you?

Yeah. And Tim went running to you lot, did he?

Sounds like Tim, that.

- You know the McDonalds? - It was a joke, that's all.

- A joke? - Yeah. He's a mate of mine.

Why don't you go and ask him?

# Live this live of luxury...

Ah, Bernie. Sorry you've drawn me in the first round,

but it's all good experience when you're learning.

That's why the handicap system works. Brings it all a bit closer.

Actually, Mr Blaketon...

Don't you worry, Bernie. You just do your best.

- Well... - Mr Blaketon?

OSCAR: Aye. Who are you?

I'm playing you in the first round.

I don't think so. This is my opponent.

- Mr Scripps here. - Uncle Bernie? You're kidding!

He wouldn't know which way round to hold a club!

Your uncle?

Perhaps I can be of assistance, Oscar.

You're drawn to play B. Scripps, aren't you?

Now that don't mean "Bernie Scripps."

See, somebody's got hold of the wrong end of the stick.

See, they're both "B. Scripps."

But you're not playing Bernie Scripps,

you're playing his nephew, Barry.

My nephew, Barry. I'm just his caddy, Mr Blaketon.

I'm sorry if there's been any misunderstanding.

# In the summertime

# In the summertime #

Wouldn't surprise me if he hasn't played before.

- What does he play off? - Them little white things.

LAUGHS

Excuse me, Mr McDonald, Constable Bradley to see you.

All right. Thank you.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Is this something to do with the break-in?

Yes.

Look, erm, we've arrested a suspect.

He says he's an old friend of yours. Carl Southall.

A friend?

We were in the same class at school together

and, er, we did used to hang around together for a while,

but we were never really friends.

Right. He seems to think you'd understand it was all a joke.

A joke?

If you can call that sort of thing a joke.

As far as I remember, he was always up to no good.

I suppose you can't blame him with his, er...

..his father being in and out of jail.

But this is all very embarrassing. What else has he been saying?

Probably all sorts of ridiculous things?

MIKE: No, erm... No, not as far as I know.

Anyway, look, let's just forget it.

I don't want him charged with the break-in.

- You don't? - Course not.

He didn't do any real harm, did he? He only took some food.

It might serve as a deterrent if he's going to keep bothering you.

No.

O-OK. Well, if... Well, if you're absolutely sure.

Yes, I am. Yes, I am.

Right. Well, we'll release him

and I'll strongly suggest he leaves the area.

I hope he doesn't bother you again.

- Phone for you, Mary. Again. - For me? Thanks.

Don't mind finishing that off for me.

Sure!

Looks like she's keeping you in order.

- Yeah, she is. - MARY: Oh, yes!

But I wouldn't mind the place to myself again.

- How much longer is she staying? - I don't know.

Well...

Maybe that's what all this is about.

Maybe she's making arrangements to go back home.

Yeah!

Hiya, Oscar. How did the golf go? Did you win?

- Don't ask. - Did you lose by much?

If you must know, Bellamy, it was a personal worst.

Which is why I've come in here, not the club.

- It's on the house. Commiserations. - Thanks, Gina.

It's just a game, Sarge.

Golf is not just a game, Bellamy! It's a way of life!

And that tournament's been h*jacked by outside elements!

And I know exactly who's to blame.

I don't know what you're getting in a such lather about, Trevor.

He is not the "B. Scripps" I took the bet on.

He's the man I took the bet on.

You brought him up here yesterday, remember, so I could size him up!

No, Trevor, I didn't.

I brought Bernie up here yesterday because he's learning to play.

There's no way I'm going to back him in a competition, is there?

- I'd be just chucking money away. - Listen, I gave you odds of : !

Now if he wins, that's £ . I be hard put to break even!

That, dear Trevor, is the way the mop flops.

Hello, Tim.

What are you doing back here? What do you want, Carl?

A trip home, that's all. A few friends.

You've broken into my house!

My wife's at her wits' end. What are you playing at?

Little joke, that's all.

Get round here. I can't... I can't talk here.

What's up? Ashamed of old friends, are you?

Don't you understand? I work here. I'm the deputy manager.

I've already had the police round.

Surprised you didn't guess it were me.

All that business with t' clocks, putting them two hours out.

Remind you of summat?

Jenny's been, erm...

She's been terrified. We haven't been able to sleep.

You'll be able to explain what the joke were all about, won't you?

You have told her, haven't you?

Course I haven't.

I've never told anyone.

Neither have I. That said, I've been tempted.

Sorely tempted sometimes.

Are you crazy?

Now, you know what it would mean if it got out.

For both of us, not just me.

Look. Carl, look...

You're obviously, er... You're obviously down on your luck.

Let me, er...

Let me give you some money. Hmm?

I don't want your money!

You're not better than me, are you? Just better at getting away with it!

You owe me much more than money!

You were right about Southall having form, Sarge.

He did a stint in Pentonville for burglary.

Only released weeks ago.

Well, if he took Bradley's warning seriously,

he'll be out of the area by now.

- But be on your guard. - Yes, Sarge.

- I'll say goodnight, then. - Right, Sarge.

- Er, anything exciting? - Sorry?

Are you doing anything tonight, Sarge?

Er, no, not especially.

A night out, yes.

Anyway, goodnight to you both.

Night, Sarge.

ALF: I told you he was up to something.

The old devil.

CAR DRIVES OFF

THUNDER RUMBLES

- You OK? - Yes. Fine. I'm fine.

It's nice to know people remember him.

Twenty years. You'd think I'd have come to terms with it by now.

But it doesn't go away.

I know. Come on. I'll walk with you.

What's his secret? That's what I want to know.

You wouldn't think the sarge had much in the way of sex appeal,

would you? - Don't ask me.

Come on, do you really think that was his mistress?

She was waiting for him outside. Ask Alf.

- Thanks very much. - Thanks.

What's going on? I didn't order anything.

No. I did.

What, all this?! What are you doing? I do the ordering.

I'm sure it'll all get drunk, Gina.

I wouldn't say I'm counting the days, but...

You don't mean that.

Are you two free on Friday night? I'm having a bit of a do.

Oh, yeah? What's the occasion?

You'll find out. Only don't let on to Gina.

MAGGIE: Now, careful.

- ROBINSON: Stay for a cup of tea? - MAGGIE: Oh, I'd love one!

ROBINSON: What's that door doing open? I didn't leave it like that!

- MAGGIE: Hang on. - ROBINSON: You don't think that...

Hello?

THUNDER RUMBLES

Hey!

I'll phone the police.

And you've always kept the shotgun in that corner?

Yes. It's been there for years. It belonged to Roger, my husband.

I should have got rid of it. I don't know why I didn't.

Sentimental reasons perhaps.

He had it with him when he ran out.

Now, were there cartridges with it?

No.

It's funny, we had some real rows about that g*n.

My husband once found Sean and his friends messing about with it.

He gave him a real leathering.

But I said it shouldn't even be in the house.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

It's just that it's... the anniversary of Sean's death.

And now this happens.

- Is this your son here? - MRS ROBINSON: Yeah, that's Sean.

He fell down a mine shaft. They said it was an accident.

I'll be OK.

I'll go and put the kettle on, shall I?

So, you didn't get much of a look at him, then?

No, he was wearing a balaclava.

- How tall was he, would you say? - Tall.

About six foot.

He was wearing a dark jacket,

workman's jacket, something like that.

- Black or navy blue. - Really?

Great. Thanks, Maggie. You've been a real help.

- BELLAMY: Any luck? - MIKE: No.

No, I suppose he would have to be pretty stupid to come back

if he thinks we could be looking for him.

- Well, yeah. - Let's get back,

ask a few questions, see if anyone's seen him.

Hey, I suppose this must be where that kid got k*lled.

Yeah. Can you imagine?

EXHALES

Sorry, I have no idea where he is.

- He hasn't tried to contact you? - Well... yes, actually.

I mean, I've seen him. I saw him last night.

- Really? - He came round here.

Erm, can you tell me what time?

About . . He knocked on the door, invited himself in.

I had a couple of drinks with him for old times' sake.

Took me till gone . to get rid of him.

- Are you sure it was . ? - Mmm. Positive.

What's he supposed to have done?

There was a break-in last night. A shotgun was taken.

- A shotgun? - Yes. It belonged to Mrs Robinson.

A man was seen leaving the house.

Everything all right, Tim?

Yeah, it's fine. We're just clearing up a few things.

You'd better going, you're going to be late.

Back to square one then if it's not Southall.

Yeah, if he's telling the truth that is.

Well, why wouldn't he be?

I don't know. Something about his manner.

Oh, come on, Mike!

Hey, how many suspects can there be?

I mean, Maggie described the jacket pretty well.

Yeah, I suppose.

They're looking for you. I just spoke to PC Bradley.

Did you tell them I was with you last night?

Yes, just like you said.

Good! That's me off the hook, then.

Maybe you'd better get going. I don't even know if he believed me.

I won't be going anywhere, Tim. Not just yet.

Tell us about this bank of yours. What's the setup?

The bank?! I'm not telling you anything about the bank!

TIM: Are you out of your mind?!

I shouldn't have done that, lying to the police.

If you make me do anymore, I'll tell 'em.

And how are you going to explain to them

why you gave me a phony alibi, eh?

They'd be interested in that, won't they?

You are an accessory, now. Theft of a shotgun.

I'm not telling you anything about the bank.

OK!

Have it your own way.

But you'd better watch your back, hadn't you?

You and that pretty little wife of yours.

I hope he's cutting you in for a share of what he stands to make

if you win t' final tomorrow.

Don't get bitter and twisted, Trevor, it's only money.

Mind you, you'll have to beat Smythson.

- It's orange juice, in't it? - Thank you.

I'm just here for the competition.

You've a nice course here. I've a half mind to join.

You'd better be quick about it.

Club's being bought up by developers,

turned into some posh country club.

Oh, yeah?

Mind you, t' members aren't bothered.

The developers will have to buy them out. There's money on't table.

What, what, er... What do you have to actually do to become a member?

Well, you need to be able to play for a start.

Then they have to let you join, make sure you're the right sort.

Oh, no. Oh, no chance.

No, don't even think about it, Claude.

So... the coroner's verdict was death by misadventure.

- Sean just fell. - Nobody believed it.

There had to be more to it than that.

Go on.

ALF: The lads swore that they weren't with Sean,

but there's no way he'd have been up at the old mine by himself.

And the people reckoned Carl had a hand in it, did they?

That's what the gossip was.

His whole family were always trouble-makers.

The problems we had with his dad. Drunkenness, fighting, you name it.

And what about Carl?

Well, he was in always in trouble at school for bullying.

But the last two people to see Sean were Southall and Tim McDonald.

Yes. Tim McDonald's one of the lads.

Now, as I recall, there was some discrepancy over time.

Er, yeah.

They said Sean went home for lunch

but a witness reckons he saw all three of them some hours later.

Which would mean, they were all together that afternoon.

Yeah, we could see that Carl was lying, hiding something,

but nobody could prove it.

In the end, the coroner had no choice

but to bring in the verdict that he did.

Now, this is a small place and people round here never forget.

Eventually the family were forced to leave the village.

Yet Tim stayed.

Yes. Well, he got mixed up with the wrong lad at the wrong time.

TALKING ON TV

- Hi. - JENNY: Hi. Supper's on.

Good day at work?

JENNY: Oh... What's got into you?

Nothing. Does there have to be a reason for a cuddle?

SUDDEN BANG AND GLASS SMASHING

- What was that?! - Stay here.

What on earth's happened?!

It's blown in. It was open when I came in.

- There must have a gust of wind. - I thought I heard a shot.

- Shot? Come on. - I did! I'm sure I did!

It was just the window banging shut, all right?

Please, just get a dustpan and brush.

We need to get this tidied. I'll go and board it up.

DISTANT DOG BARKING

Stop this. Just stop it, do you hear? I've had enough.

Are you out of your mind? I'm calling the police.

- Oh, I wouldn't do that. - I don't care any more.

Meet me by the old bridge, . tomorrow.

- Please, Carl. - You do what I tell you

and I'll be out of your life for good.

- It's all I'm asking. - I can't.

Go to t' coppers, then.

I reckon you've got more to lose than I have.

You see, I'm gonna tell them what happened all them year ago.

How Sean Robinson really died.

What really happened.

It's up to you.

If we stuck to our stories, we'd get away with it, you said.

No. You were the one that got away with it, weren't you?

Eh?

Have you any idea what it were like for me?

Everybody hating me.

All the teachers, all the other kids.

I got spat on in't streets.

Not you, though, eh?

Old goody-two-shoes Tim.

Wouldn't surprise me if you knew I'd end up getting blamed for it.

I didn't, Carl. I swear I didn't.

When people think you're bad, that's all they see.

Everybody thought I were a villain, didn't they, eh?

"Just like his father," that's what they said.

Well, my life would've been different if it hadn't happened.

I could've done something with my life, like you.

So, you still owe me.

Please. Please, Carl, don't do this.

It's crazy. I work at the bank.

CARL: It's exactly why it will work.

Don't worry, I've thought it through.

Had a lot of time, you know, in nick.

You wait for me out here.

You take me and my cash to Whitby, right?

The bank you work at, I want the layout.

I want to know where the money's kept.

Draw it for me.

Go on. Draw it.

- Mr Smythson. - Yes?

I believe you're the chap I have to talk to about club membership.

- What? - If you can get me in,

there'd be a few bob in it for you.

I beg your pardon?

I'm not averse to giving you a bit of dropsy.

- How dare you? - It'll be in readies.

We expect a certain standard of behaviour among our members,

and, I might say, a certain class of person.

Good day to you, Mr Greengrass. I have a tournament to win.

Hope you backed yourself each way.

GRUNTS

CAR ENGINE STARTS

Put it all in the bag! All of it! Come on, move it!

Get your head down, now!

Move! Move!

Turn round! And you!

You, fill that now.

That's all there is. It's all the money we've got.

Don't test my patience.

There's a safe out there. You've got the keys. Open it now!

Get your head down! Turn round!

OK, just try and stay calm. We're coming down.

There's been an armed robbery at the bank. One man. He's just scarpered.

Let's go. Come on, move it.

How many more holes have they got to play?

BERNIE: Last one.

What's the score, exactly?

- All square. - Oh.

APPRECIATIVE MURMURING

Trevor, I hope you're keeping my winnings warm.

If there's one thing takes the sting out of the favourite winning this,

it's the knowledge that your pound's safe in my pocket.

Haven't you got some bottling up to do, or summat?

DISAPPOINTED GROANS

BERNIE: Smythson's in the trees.

If it's a lost ball, he drops a shot.

- That's good? - Well, it's not bad.

Good. Let's go and see how bad it is. Come on.

Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?

Found it!

- Did you see that? - Cheating, I'd call it.

And he talks about a "certain standard of behaviour."

Flaming hypocrite.

Look at that. Get his ball.

- Give us it here. - BERNIE: What do you want this for?

Insurance.

And if Barry wins, we might get a double-up.

He had a shotgun.

How much do you reckon he got away with?

He emptied the main safe. Maybe £ , .

He seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

How do you mean?

He knew it was out the back, almost as if he knew his way around.

All your staff back from lunch now?

Yes. Except for Mr McDonald.

Where on earth is he? This is so unlike him.

Southall's the obvious suspect. The shotgun, he's got form.

What if Tim McDonald helped him?

From what the manager says, he could have had inside information.

I don't see why he'd take the risk.

We know he knows Carl Southall,

and he gave him a phoney alibi yesterday, and he's not here.

Carl.

Tim? What are you doing here?

I've... I've got a migraine.

Oh, poor love. Have you taken anything for it?

There's some aspirin in the cupboard.

Tim, you look terrible.

KNOCKING

Is your husband here, Mrs McDonald?

JENNY: Yes.

CRADDOCK: We'd like a word, if you wouldn't mind.

SONG: 'The Good, The Bad And The Ugly'

CLAUDE: Oh, what a shame, he's missed!

LAUGHS

Come on, Barry! Let's have it in the hole, son!

Shh! Claude...

- Yes! - He got it in!

I'll go and get the umpence off Trevor. Trevor?

Trevor?

You didn't tell anyone at the bank you had a migraine.

Erm... No. It came on very quickly.

Look, I've got a splitting head. I really must go and lie down.

Mind if we take a look around?

A look round? I suppose so.

Just eliminating every possibility, sir.

I don't understand. Just because I came back here when I was sick?

We've reason to believe

that Carl Southall was involved in the robbery.

Southall's no friend of mine. I've explained that before.

We've been the victims of break-ins by this man.

He's somebody my husband knew years ago.

What's this to do with us?

Recognise any of this lot?

Oh, that's definitely Southall. I remember him when he was a kid.

MIKE: He looks a bit like McDonald.

Well, we know they knew each other.

But that doesn't make Tim an accomplice.

But this, on the other hand, is a bit harder to explain.

APPLAUSE

And the winner of the Ashfordly Open is Barry Scripps.

APPLAUSE

Mr Smythson, how about signing my form?

I told you, membership is out of the question.

Really? Well, you know when you played that marvellous shot

out of the rough on the last hole?

I'm afraid there was somebody watching you

and they saw what you got up to.

Unfortunately for you,

they picked up the original ball that you left behind.

Didn't I?

So seeing as this club believes in a certain standard of behaviour

and a certain class of person,

and seeing as you're the club captain,

I might just have to go public.

Would you like to borrow Bernie's pen?

Pay your fees to Mr Blaketon. He's the membership secretary.

Thank you very much. Don't worry, I won't be playing very often.

Now, Trevor,

isn't it about time you let me have a few readies?

I just don't understand all these insinuations.

ALF: Sarge.

We found this in the wardrobe.

TIM: Somebody's put that there.

He's put it there. Southall. If it's him who did the robbery.

Perhaps as your share of the proceeds.

No.

Look... you're right.

I should have told you straight away, but I couldn't.

He came here.

He had a g*n.

He said if I didn't co-operate with him, he'd hurt Jenny.

He's put that there for me to take the blame.

He must have come here after the robbery.

Why didn't you tell us this when we arrived?

I couldn't think straight.

The man's insane. He's got a g*n.

He made me tell him about the bank.

I wanted to warn you,

but he said he was watching me if I tried to contact the police.

That's the truth. I'll give a statement.

I'll do anything I can to help you catch him.

Yeah, but you still haven't told us why he left the money here.

I, erm...

I can't... Erm. Vengeance.

- He wanted to frame me. - Vengeance?

MIKE: Vengeance for what?

Is... Is this something to do with Sean Robinson's death?

MIKE: You two knew each other back then, didn't you?

You were with Carl the day Sean died.

Someone saw you with him exactly two hours later than you said.

Yes.

And your clocks...

That's why he changed them by two hours.

Yes.

Mr McDonald, there's strong evidence to suggest

that you're an accomplice in a bank robbery.

CRADDOCK: If there's something else you'd like to tell us...

- It was an accident. - What was?

When Sean was k*lled.

All those years ago.

We were with him.

We were messing about. We were...

We were playing.

He didn't want to go near the edge. He...

He was scared. And I was teasing him and...

I pushed him.

I... I pushed him too hard, and...

..he lost his footing and...

..he fell.

I can remember...

..I heard him hit the bottom.

It took such a long time.

He didn't scream.

I never meant to k*ll him. I never meant to make him fall.

You k*lled him?

And now Carl's come back and...

He says it's destroyed his life. And it has.

He got the blame.

And now he wants me to take the blame for this.

And I am to blame.

I'm so sorry, Jenny.

What's this in aid of, then?

Alf, what's the latest on Southall?

Well, he's moved out of our area, that's for sure.

We've put out an all stations and all ports warning.

Looks like he had the whole thing worked out.

- Maybe he'll get away with it. - Unlike McDonald.

He's going to court for k*lling Sean Robinson.

Who'd have believed it?

CLAUDE COUGHS

- CLAUDE: Shop, love. - Claude, a glass of champagne.

Champagne? No. It gives me heartburn, love.

Not like you to turn down a free drink.

Is it? Go on then, I'll take a chance.

LAUGHS

Mary, what's going on?!

This is a pub. You can't just give drink away.

Can I have your attention, everyone, please?

I've got some news.

As you know, I've been up here a few months now, helping Gina out.

And I'd like to say I've really enjoyed myself.

APPROVING MURMURS

I always knew it was going to be very hard to say goodbye.

So much so, I've decided to stay.

I'm moving to Aidensfield,

and I thought I'd ask you all over for a little celebration.

ALL: Cheers!

I've sold the guest house. It's all taken care of.

I didn't want to say anything till I was sure.

- You are pleased? - Yeah, of course.

It's just so unexpected.

We're going to have so much fun, Gina.

Us two running the place together.

All right, Bernie.

What was it you were saying about splitting the winnings, Claude?

Don't worry. With the money I'm gonna make

out of that development at the golf club,

there'll be no problem, for a change.

There you are, quid.

And you'll notice I've not taken a penny out in expenses.

- What expenses? - I could have made some up.

Ah, Oscar, just the lad I wanted to see. I've got something to show you.

Whatever it is, I don't want it.

CLAUDE: You'll want to see this. Here. Look here.

The captain of your golf club

has signed my application for membership.

So whether you like it or not, I am in.

Smythson has let you into our golf club?

That is what it says. How much are the subs? About bob?

- The annual subscription is £ . - quid?

I thought that would make you change your tune.

Not at all. Here. There you are. quid.

I can afford it.

After all, what's quid,

considering what those developers are going to pay us members?

Developers? Haven't you heard? They've pulled out.

As secretary of the club, I thought it my duty to point out

the ancient grazing rights on the land adjacent to the club house.

Apparently they don't think that sheep grazing

quite fits the image of an up-market country club.

I... I think I might have changed my mind. Can I have...

We don't give refunds, Greengrass. Club rules.

Bernie, bring my quid back.

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