11x16 - Second Chances

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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: 'All I See Is You' by Dusty Springfield

Sally.

WOMAN: Come on, Sally. Good girl.

♪ I tried so hard

♪ All summer through...

FOOTSTEPS

Sally, stay.

♪ But the more I try

♪ The more I find...

Sally, stay.

♪ I just can't leave

♪ The past behind

♪ Times that are happy

♪ Are times that are few

♪ And once I was happy...

Alan!

MOTORBIKE REVS

♪ All I see is you... ♪

Ladies and gents, can I have your attention, please.

Ladies and gents. Attention, please.

As you know, the aim... the aim of this treasure hunt

is to raise money to refurbish the children's playground.

That being so,

why am I still waiting for the entrance fees

of the following team leaders?

Mike Bradley. BOOING

Phil Bellamy,

and Tom Nicholson.

So come on, Tom. Cough up.

Gina. This mystery partner you've lined up for me.

She'll turn up.

Doris Pilbrow is late for everything.

Doris Pilbrow? What sort of a name is that?

How'd her operation go?

It took years off her!

Now, just a second.

All right, that table over there. Be quiet.

Now, there are lists being handed round

by my very attractive assistant.

A list of questions.

These are to be fathomed, driven to, walked to,

cycled to... It's up to you.

And next Saturday we come back here at pm

when the papers will be marked

and the winner will be announced.

Now, is that clear? - ALL: Yes.

Right. Good. Drink up.

♪ So until the day

♪ When you are back with me to stay... ♪

You know you're a month earlier this year?

I'm surprised he's here at all with Dr Beeching on t'rampage.

Aye.

How are you, then?

I'm confused, Alf. Of Aidensfield.

You know what always bothered me?

Not so much him walking out as never writing to explain.

I can only say what I do every year.

That he might be dead. Yes, I know.

But he isn't.

Well, I... I know there isn't proof.

He isn't. Because I've seen him.

You've seen your husband?

You've seen Alan?

Don't look at me like that.

Look, I came in from walking the dog last night, and there he was.

He was looking just like he did the day he left.

- Did he say owt? - Didn't get a chance.

I hit him with a flat iron. Right across the shoulder.

He skedaddled, and then I heard this motor scooter

zoom off like a wasp in a bottle.

Is anything missing?

No.

There was a box of photographs upended on the bedroom floor,

but that's about it.

You don't think I've got a slate missing, do you, Alf?

Well, no more than the rest of us.

It is a puzzler, though.

"In Herondale,

between the bike and the baby-sitter,

you will find Billy Blue."

What is he?

Oh, I'm so...

Mr Vernon!

There's somebody in the barn.

I don't think I've had the pleasure.

- Anton Berail, monsieur. - Oh! French.

Bonjour.

Vous parlez français?

Un peu. But I can't bring to mind the French for...

- "What are you doing in my barn?" - "Que faites-vous dans ma grange?"

My scooter, it broke down. I pushed it here.

No one at home. I took the liberty.

But I am happy to pay.

We charge five bob a night for campers,

and an extra half-crown for breakfast.

David's just about to make some.

A feet-on-the-ground sort of woman, Helen Jones. Well, so I thought.

They can be funny people, abandoned women.

The husband just disappeared, you say?

Mm. years ago. He went off with his company's money.

£ , , to be precise.

HQ can't find the file. But they're never ones for looking very hard.

And you and her meet once a year?

To what? Mourn?

Celebrate?

To try and make sense of it.

We never do, of course, but it keeps her going.

Right. Look into it.

And if you do come across the husband looking young as ever,

nab his recipe!

You know, I was once offered a farm in France.

The bloke said, if I turned the stables into holiday homes

I'd make a fortune.

I said to him, "Who wants to live here? All those mosquitoes."

- Where was this? - The Dordogne Valley.

Where is your neck of the woods, then?

Burgundy.

Ah, yes. Proper wine comes from there.

Now that I could get used to. Sitting on the patio at night.

Bottle of wine on the go.

Acres of it growing right in front of my eyes.

You could have all that here.

Well, we do open the odd bottle of vino on a summer evening.

Sometimes more than one. VERNON LAUGHS

No. What I mean is, the grapes. You could grow them in your fields.

You have two excellent vineyards in Yorkshire.

How much could we charge,

per bottle?

Top price.

My father has his own vineyard.

Just a small one. He could supply vines,

a wine press, that sort of thing.

All at a... er, knockdown price, as you say?

It's certainly what I say!

Knockdown price! VERNON CHUCKLES

No, it would take years to establish a vineyard.

ANTON: So, while you wait for your grapes to grow,

we bring our wine over for you to sell.

We'll make a profit. You'll make a new business partner.

ALF: How do you think this chap got in?

Alan, you mean?

Back door, front door. I never lock either.

Well, you should. Times are changing.

And it can't have been Alan.

Why not?

Because people grow older. You and me have.

I've missed my cake this week.

Mrs Ventress has gone to visit her mother.

Oh, which reminds me.

You know this treasure hunt?

Oh, aye. Read about it in the paper.

Well, um... How do you fancy partnering me?

I'd love to.

Ta.

Bernard. I want you to meet my new business associate.

Anton Berail.

We're here to offer you the chance to invest

in Scripps Vineyards. - Scripps what?

Vineyards, Bernard. Anton reckons our soil and position

are just right for growing er...

Pinot Noir, monsieur. A red grape, well suited for northern climes.

For white I advise Madeleine Angevine.

- Angevine. - BERNIE: You remind me of someone.

An expert on any subject they've studied for at least two minutes.

Bernard, Anton's father owns vineyards

the length and breadth of France.

For once I've teamed up with someone who knows what he's talking about.

There will be no investment from me.

And don't go using my good name at the bank. Use your own bad one.

Now, you do remind me of someone.

Where shall I put this, Mr Scripps?

Back in the truck.

Bernard, we have a visitor from foreign climes.

The least you could do is fix his scooter.

Forgive my brother, Anton.

He once had a bad experience with a dodgy scallop

in Boulogne. It's coloured his judgment.

- Merci bien, monsieur. - Come on.

ANTON: There is something else you can do for me, Vernon.

I need to find someone who lives locally.

No problem.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

DOG BARKS

Yes?

- Mrs Jones? - Yes.

Vernon Scripps, Scripps Vineyards.

May I ask a favour concerning your delightful property?

Come in.

Oh, thank you.

You see, we're looking for somewhere to photograph our brochure.

And this house being so...

quintessentially English,

would be perfect.

Do you think we might use it? For a consideration, of course.

- Scripps Vineyards, you said? - Yes.

Yes. We'd have the er... average English family

sitting round the fire on a winter's evening,

a bottle of our Pinot Noir breathing quietly.

A warm, mellow scene.

Have you been here long?

Couple of years.

Oh, a recent move, then. Where were you before?

Eltering.

I know it well. Whereabouts?

Do you know Hindle Street?

I do indeed!

Mrs Jones,

there's my card.

Give me a ring tomorrow when you've made a decision.

I'll see myself out.

MUSIC: 'Just One Look' by The Hollies

Thought you had a date.

She never showed up. Again.

I've given up on her.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

♪ Just one look...

Hello. Can I help you?

Yes. I'm looking for Tom Nicholson.

I'm Doris Pilbrow.

♪ Just one look

♪ That's all it took, yeah ♪

Ventress.

Helen Jones has been on.

Vernon Scripps visited her last night. Spun some yarn.

That makes him the second person

poking around her house for no reason.

Have a word. And find out who handled the original case.

Alan Jones and his £ , .

Oh, that was DI Kearton. He's retired now.

Lives in Slaybeck village.

Harry Kearton? I was three years at Scarborough with Harry.

We're among friends, lads.

MUSIC: 'Hide And Seek' by Marty Wilde

♪ Playing hide and seek with me

♪ And everybody else can see

♪ Just when I want you near

♪ You run away and leave me lovelessly...

I'm sorry, Tom. I keep leaving you behind.

It's all right.

I'm just taking it easy.

♪ If you want to keep in touch

♪ Well, then, I've got to hear

♪ Your voice call out

♪ You're not the closest but

♪ You're getting warmer! ♪

I didn't know policemen had days off.

Should make this a regular thing. Keep us both fit.

Ah, smashing. Meantime...

"On Tuesday, in Skilbrick village hall,

something's in the air. What?"

What's that supposed to mean?

That's the point.

We're supposed to work it out.

Well, it doesn't make sense.

And even if it did, it isn't Tuesday.

Fancy a coffee, Dottie?

There's a place over the next...

hill.

Come on, then. Race you there.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

'Are you sitting down, Harry?'

It's Dennis Merton.

'Dennis Merton?'

Where are you phoning from?

'Ashfordly.'

I'm station sergeant here.

'Aye. I heard you had a bit of trouble.'

Look, how can I help you?

'Some case files are lost.'

'I'm hoping you can shed some light. Alan Jones.'

He's not turned up, has he?

'That's the big question.'

His wife says he broke into her house a few days ago.

Look, um... I've got to come into Whitby this morning.

I'll pop in on the way.

ALF: Has it beaten you, Bernie?

I don't know what they brought it in for.

Nowt wrong. Out of petrol, that's all.

Who does it belong to?

New business associate of Vernon's.

Has a French accent.

That's because he's French, Bernard.

Gentlemen, you'll be able to tell your grandchildren

that you were in on the birth

of Scripps Vineyards.

Scripps Vineyards?

And by the way, Bernard, the bank will give me a loan

as long as I can drum up expressions of interest.

So much for my bad name.

Well, before you jet off to your tax haven,

we've a few questions.

Last night you visited Helen Jones.

Your business hasn't started,

and you're already planning a brochure?

I'm a fast mover.

You went to see her to find out where she lived before. Why?

I was making polite conversation.

You know, you should try it yourselves sometimes.

You were there under false pretences, Vernon.

You said you knew Hindle Street. There isn't one in Eltering.

And who is this new business partner, anyway?

To make the terrace, David, you start at the top.

You cut out the step,

and place what you take out, on the step above, as topsoil.

So there's no quick way of doing this, Mr Anton?

No, it must be done properly, by hand.

CAR DOORS CLOSE

Anton Berail.

Er, English not good.

- You don't recognise your own name? - Encore?

Venez-vous avec moi...

police station... s'il vous plaît?

Harry! You look fit as ever. Retirement must suit you.

Well, my wife wouldn't agree with you.

She says I'm under her feet all day.

Mike Bradley. Ex-DI Harry Kearton.

Take a seat, Harry.

Alan Jones.

Put us in the picture?

Alan Jones embezzled nearly £ ,

from his employer, Kilby's of Scarborough, insurance brokers.

Was he charged?

No. Come August th, ,

we were all there ready to nick him when he got to the office.

But he never showed up.

A tip-off?

Probably.

A man like that, probably one of the girls in the office.

But this bloke his wife saw. It can't be him, surely.

No. He's in his early s.

Sergeant.

This is Anton Berail.

We reckon him for the break-in,

though he's having none of it.

He says he doesn't speak much English.

The shirt. Undo it, please.

Pardon?

You heard. Undo it.

I fell off my scooter.

Yeah? I'm the tooth fairy.

Helen Jones hit you with a flat iron.

Who?

What do you think, Harry?

See any resemblance to Alan?

In a bad light, he might be mistaken for him.

Bit of a long shot, though.

What's your game, then, laddie?

I have nothing more to say.

You haven't got a suit, have you, David?

No, but if I need one I'll borrow one of Mr Scripps' pall-bearer ones.

Give the moths a day out, eh?

They normally sleep during the day, do moths.

Oh, never mind. Look.

This one is from the WI jumble sale.

Oh...

Oh, thanks, Mr Vernon.

I expect you to wear it

when we're drumming up sales for Scripps Vineyards.

What about all the terracing?

Never mind about that. I want you to run a bowl of warm water.

Thanks to the local off-licence,

these will be the gateway to our success.

One sip of this, they'll be ordering bathfuls of it.

Are these the wines that we'll be making?

Very similar.

So we'll use these as samples.

We'll just take the labels off so we don't confuse anybody.

Right. Wait there, please.

See to the paperwork, will you, Ventress?

I've just remembered who he reminds me of.

Aidensfield darts team.

A friend was in it. He lent me this, so be careful.

Who's holding the trophy?

Alan Jones!

The spitting image of his son.

Oscar, Gina. Good afternoon.

GINA: Um, you know the rules.

You don't bring your own booze in here.

Gina, this is not booze. This is a golden opportunity.

Scripps Vineyards would like to offer you a share

of next year's fermentation.

Try... the Madeleine Angevine

from our sister vineyard in northern France.

Hey. It's not bad, that.

OSCAR: Go on, then. Let's have a try.

I think the Pinot Noir for Mr Blaketon, David.

It's got a kick to it,

has this, Mr Blaketon. - Has it?

Hm. That's not bad. What's the catch?

I shall take that as a merry quip,

inspired by the witty little wine you have just tasted.

Can I put you down for three dozen bottles of each?

I'll guarantee to undercut the price by a third.

Can I have that in writing?

Right, Anton. Let's stop messing around.

This photo of Alan Jones is a dead ringer for you.

All things considered, we reckon you're his son.

We think Alan sent you over

to find out if Helen was alive, and living in Eltering.

You had no photos, so you broke in looking for one -

a snap with your dad, say,

to make sure she's the right Helen Jones.

Why your father's sudden interest?

Was it the money that he'd embezzled?

No!

Well then, what?

Two years ago,

after my mother died,

he starts to look back at the mistakes he made.

And now he wonders, is it all too late, like people say?

So he asked me to find out the things you say,

and, more important, if there's a man in Helen's life.

MERTON: Right.

Who speaks French around here?

- Phil. - Bellamy?

Judging by his reports, the man can barely speak English.

Vernon Scripps does.

Are you sure?

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Hello, David. Vernon.

Oh. Pawn to king's bishop .

Oh, very droll, Sergeant. We've not had that one.

We've had "the men from the Pru",

"Coco the Clown", "the Ashfordly mafia".

Can we help you?

We'd like you to translate a telegram to Anton's father.

"Helen alive, well and unattached. Stop."

"Suggest immediate visit. Anton."

Er...

"Helen er... er..."

Aye. I thought as much.

No, Sergeant. You asked me for help,

and I was found wanting.

Allow me to put that right.

JENNY: "Elle est vivante,

et celibataire."

"Suggere une visite immediatement."

Splendid.

And Sgt Merton asked if you could add the following,

just to make it authentic.

"Bring old wine press. Stop.

Have buyer. Stop.

Anton."

MUSIC: 'Time Has Told Me' by Nick Drake

♪ You're a rare, rare find

♪ A troubled cure

♪ For a troubled mind

♪ And time has told me

♪ Not to ask for more

♪ For someday our Ocean

♪ Will find its shore... ♪

Alan Jones?

PC Ventress, PC Nicholson.

Ashfordly police.

My sergeant wants a word with you.

Oh. You don't waste much time, do you?

Come on, then.

Give us a hand with my luggage, will you?

This way.

Anton, mon cher.

Comment est-ce qu'ils t'ont traite?

- Bien. - English, if you don't mind.

When your son's bail is arranged,

he can leave, Mr Jones.

We'll keep his passport, pending more enquiries.

What about me?

You've one or two outstanding matters to discuss.

This way, please.

Bradley, let ex-DI Kearton know we have Alan Jones in custody.

Right, Mr Jones.

Why the renewed interest in a wife you've not seen for years?

Regrets. What else?

Leaving her was a big mistake.

Sure, I was happy enough with Anton's mother,

but there was very little passion in our lives.

Is this kind of talk too French for you, Sergeant?

You're here for a second crack at her?

To see if such a thing is possible.

What do you make of our friend here, PC Ventress?

I reckon he still needs to explain the £ ,

that went missing.

Charge me if you like.

It's the price I'm willing to pay.

But I'm here to see Helen before we're too old

to care any more.

What if she doesn't want to see you?

MERTON: Good question, eh?

We've a cell you can mull it over in.

BELL DINGS

KEARTON: Dennis Merton about?

He's finished for the day, sir. Can I help?

I'm ex-DI Kearton.

He rang to ask if he could use my old notebooks.

I thought I'd kept them,

but the wife must have slung them out.

- Tell him I'm sorry, will you? - I will, sir.

You're holding Jones here, I take it?

I was just about to take him a cup of tea.

You don't think er... I could have a word, do you?

It would be like closing a book to me.

Can't see any harm. Come on through, sir.

Here. I'll take the tea.

Old friend to see you, Mr Jones.

Oh, crikey. I'm sorry.

No problems. There's a mop in the corridor.

OK.

What did you tell them? - Nothing.

Keep it that way.

I've still got the files, and there are things in there

can get you ten years.

Come on, lad. Let me. - No, sir. It's all right.

This pub is clue No. , by the way.

"The irritable bunch on the road to Lockton."

The Cross Keys!

Alf, you are a marvel.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

You've no idea what happened with the money, have you?

No.

No. Dear Harry, he um...

didn't say too much about that.

Trying to spare my feelings, I imagine.

- Dear Harry? - Harry Kearton?

You were friends?

We'd have been more than just friends if Harry had had his way,

but er... not my cup of tea.

Married man.

Right.

They did question you?

- Yes. - They did search your house?

Yes. Thoroughly. But I don't think he...

Hang on a sec.

Is this why I'm here?

We're just talking.

Oh, no, we're not.

You're trying to find out if I got a share of that money.

How long have we known each other?

Where are you going?

Home. By taxi.

Oh, and thanks for the drink.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Where are we?

BOTH LAUGH

Let's call it a day, shall we?

HORSE WHINNIES

Where did they come from?

Down there. Look.

Shall we see if anyone's in?

- Hello! - Hello!

Hello! Anyone home?

WOMAN GROANS

Phone.

Hello? Can you hear me? Don't worry. We're here now.

Everything will be fine.

MIKE: Doesn't look like there's a phone or a car, either.

TRICIA: It's broken. She must be in agony.

Give me a hand.

That's it. Take her head.

It's all right. It's OK. We're just going to move you over.

It's all right. Nice and gently. There you go.

SHE GROANS

It's all right, it's all right.

Mike, find my bag. Painkillers.

Get some water, and find something to make a splint.

And tea towels, sheets, anything to tie it.

You fainted, but you're safe. You're at home.

You had a fall, I think.

Banged your head into the bargain.

A man's voice.

I'm sure I heard a man's voice.

You did. He's gone to get water.

I want you to take two of these.

Try to keep your leg still. I'll immobilise it.

I got you some water. We'll give you some painkillers.

SHE CRIES

There you go. That's it. Good girl.

We're going to put you back down.

Oh, no. Oh.

Useful man, your husband.

Oh, no, he's not my husband.

I'd better get a sheet or something.

WOMAN: They're on the landing.

I'm Tricia Summerbee, a doctor.

Mike Bradley is a policeman.

We're from Aidensfield.

Rebecca Tattershall.

When did you do this, Rebecca?

The day before yesterday.

Fell off a ladder in the barn.

Is it broken? - Almost certainly.

You had to stay here, I suppose, till someone showed up?

Aye. Monday the feed man delivers.

Three days away!

Look, I know this might sound like a daft question,

but where exactly are we?

Owlet Moor.

Owlet Moor?

We're on a treasure hunt. We got lost.

- I'm glad you did. - Anything else I can do?

When was the last time you ate?

Just before I fell, I think.

Call an ambulance.

I hope their map-reading is better than yours!

I can tell he's not your husband... yet.

Does what you tell him.

Hey, look who's here.

Oh, since you're on your feet, Tom...

I don't have any feet any more. She's worn them off me.

Same again all round, is it?

So how's it going, then?

Well... No. is just silly.

"Who in Hexton was beloved of Archibald in ?"

Well, lots of people, I should think.

You want to find a headstone, Dottie.

It'll say, "Archibald, beloved of so-and-so."

You want the so-and-so.

No. I want the answer to the question.

You won't forget, now? Speak to my brother in the morning.

He'll look after the stock.

MIKE: Don't worry. We'll sort it out.

You two keep inside and get dry.

You were great.

Bossy but great.

- Sorry! - No, no.

You had a job to do.

Look, I've been thinking.

The treasure hunt? I agree. Let's cut our losses.

No. About us.

And Alf Ventress.

Alf?

What's he got to do with anything?

Well... You know...

Married to the same woman all those years.

I keep thinking.

You know...

Does he really love her?

Yeah.

And...?

And... the answer is...

yes, he does.

MERTON: Let me get this straight.

You opened the cell door.

Kearton was holding a cup of tea.

Yes, sarge. Then he dropped it, so I went to fetch a mop.

Leaving him and Jones together?

Five seconds at the most.

Stay out of my way for the rest of this shift.

Harry Kearton came here last night.

He told Nicholson he'd binned his old pocketbooks.

Do you believe that?

I don't believe it of any copper.

Nor do I believe he couldn't see a likeness

between Anton and his father.

This man got me out of scrapes time and time again.

Taught me most of what I know.

Alan Jones was tipped off, Sergeant.

The only people who knew about this were policemen.

And you reckon that points a finger at Kearton?

Trouble with this duty room is everyone's got an opinion.

MUSIC: 'Have A Drink On Me' by Lonnie Donegan

♪ Everybody!

♪ Have a drink, have a drink, have a drink on me...

This one is made from grapes grown on the south face of limestone

among flower meadows which gives it its bouquet.

Hm.

Cornflowers, buttercup.

Wild orchids. They're all there.

Mm, yes. I think I can taste them.

Would you mind if I asked Mr Swarbrick to join us?

He's just finishing lunch.

Oh, certainly. The more the merrier.

Who is he, exactly?

Chairman of the local Vintners' Association.

Knows a good wine when he sees one.

An expert?

We've got a choice, lad.

We either go or we stay and tough it out.

♪ Have a drink, have a drink, have a drink on me

♪ Everybody have a drink on me

♪ Hey, hey, everybody drink on me ♪

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Harry. Dennis Merton.

Age is getting the better of me.

Who's that fellow we nicked up on the quayside at Scarborough

'in July ' or thereabouts?'

Whew! Now you're asking!

'We chased him to a fountain.'

He leapt in. You sent me in after him, eh?

I tell you what. I'll look it up, and I'll let you know.

Thanks, Harry.

Great days, eh?

Well, they were here.

Interesting.

Dennis! Nice to see you.

Come in. The wife will make tea. - Not for us, Harry.

We're not staying long.

By the way, Dennis, the name of that man in Scarborough...

Henry George Clark.

I knew it before I asked you.

Am I missing something?

You told PC Nicholson your wife had slung out your old pocketbooks.

You were lying.

How else would you find Henry Clark's name?

Go on?

You didn't want us poking around in the Jones case.

You were afraid your notes would reveal

that you were the one who tipped him off.

Why would I do such a thing?

The oldest reason. You were sweet on his wife.

You forewarned him so he would make a run for it.

And there's the money. Still unrecovered.

Dennis,

this was all a long time ago.

Don't ask me to sweep this under the carpet, Harry.

I've already made one major gaffe as a copper.

I'm not about to make another.

I think it's about time you left.

MIKE: We're not leaving without your pocket books, Mr Kearton.

And the case file. If you're the one that took it.

What if I say no?

You really want them to hear the full story?

How you would have ditched her for another man's wife?

Alf. Alf.

I've got it.

"The irritable bunch on the road to Lockton."

Oh, yes? What is it?

You think I'm stupid? I'm not telling you.

So er... what do you think it is?

I'm not daft enough to fall for that.

Far be it for our work to interrupt a treasure hunt,

but I want these witnesses re-interviewed.

Right, Sergeant.

Stones. Turn them over, and there they are.

"They" being what, Ventress?

Secrets, sarge. We've all got them, I suppose.

Would that be a reference to my almighty gaffe?

There's a place down the road sells coffee.

Pull into it.

A year ago, I arrested a man everyone else had given up on.

Come the interview, he asked for a dozen other offences

to be taken into consideration.

A certain chief inspector, who'd told me to drop the case,

decided to take the credit for my hard work.

The argument that followed became...

colourful.

I can't say I remember doing it,

but I remember having done it a split second later.

I punched him...

so hard he dropped like a stone.

And your career with it.

But there was a senior officer who saw my point.

Instead of being cashiered,

I was sent back to uniform with a second chance.

What shall we tell the others?

The truth.

I lost my temper.

I'm given to it.

Now and then.

Anton, it doesn't look...

Well, it doesn't actually look...

wholesome.

It is the rock on which every vineyard is built, Vernon.

And to you, only £ . - So how does it work,

Monsieur Anton?

First, you crush the grapes here.

Then...

you put the grapes in the box

here.

Then,

you screw the top down till it crushes the grapes

here.

Then...

Voilà.

The juice collects here.

The woodworm float to the top, do they?

The French make wine this way for centuries.

Do we rule the world in this, or not?

Of course you do.

£ , less your board and lodging.

Let's call it a round , eh?

All five witnesses are useless?

Especially two of them. Both dead.

What about Glyn Williams, the accounts manager?

and deaf as a post.

The next one's gone to Australia, and the last one is in hospital.

- When is she coming out? - She may not.

ALF: We know all the witnesses are duff.

But Alan Jones doesn't.

Well?

From where I'm sitting, you've got two problems, Alan.

One, you're anxious to make your peace with Helen.

Two, we've got a list of the witnesses from the original files

that we found at Harry Kearton's house.

MIKE: Tell me, how did it work between you two?

Did you er... split the , ?

Oh!

Finally caught up, I see!

Split it?

No.

Harry took the lot. - And that was that?

Make no mistake, Constable, it rankled.

I found out Harry paid cash for that house.

Said a relative had died.

It wasn't true.

I can see a way out of your problems.

Both of them.

There's no way that Helen will want to see you

when you're wanted by the police.

If you were to make a statement of the right sort,

things might be different.

A confession?

So you can make a case against Kearton?

Well, time has passed.

You admit to the crime. You didn't gain by it.

A judge might look very favourably on it all.

Why did you leave Helen?

Kearton threatened to implicate her if I stayed.

You weren't aware of the truth of it?

That he wanted her for himself?

Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've been waiting for.

The judges have marked the papers,

and I'm told we have an outright winner.

And the winner is...

Blimey. Alf Ventress.

Are you sure about this?

Hang on. Alf Ventress and partner.

Alf, here are your prizes, courtesy of Hamilton's Hardware.

Two very elegant Swiss Army knives.

So let's hear it for Mr Hamilton. APPLAUSE

Hamilton Hardware. There we are. Well done, Alf.

Who was his partner?

I have no idea.

PHIL: Well done, Alf.

Mike and Tricia Summerbee. Have you seen?

What, holding hands under the table? Yeah.

How long's it been going on?

Ooh, since yesterday.

Tom and Doris Pilbrow. Are they going the same way?

PHIL: I very much doubt it, Alf.

Have you got over it?

Oh, come in.

- I hope we won the treasure hunt! - Yes. I brought you your prize.

Oh.

Just what I always wanted.

Well, I've only had mine two days,

and already I wouldn't be without it.

In all the years I've known you, Helen,

I've always wanted to ask you one big question.

Sounds interesting.

What would you do

if Alan was to turn up here?

I suppose

after the shock of it

we'd carry on where we left off.

Sign of a good friendship, my wife says.

I've er...

I've got something else for you.

I left it in the car.

Pour me a cup, will you?

♪ So I'll leave the ways that are making me be

You've got minutes.

♪ Leave the ways

♪ That are making me love

♪ What I really don't want to love

Still don't lock your door, then?

No.

Deep down I must be waiting for someone to walk through it.

Sorry.

I got held up at the office.

They've given me minutes.

Well...

You'd best sit down, then.

- Do you want me to do it, sergeant? - No.

Thanks for the offer.

Harold James Kearton,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of theft.

You are not obliged to say anything,

but anything you do say will be taken down

and may be used in evidence against you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

when I first dreamed a dream of Scripps Vineyards,

I did so with a vaguely cynical mood.

But once the project got a momentum,

then my view of it changed.

And I now see names like

Bordeaux, Loire,

mentioned in the same breath as North Yorkshire.

Vernon, we've got a darts match at eight o'clock.

Um, perhaps we should try the wine, ladies and gentlemen, on offer.

The first is the Pinot Noir.

As you can see, it's a full-bodied wine

from a grape grown in our sister vineyard in northwest France.

This isn't a Pinot Noir.

I'm sorry?

It's a mix of Merlot and Cabernet Franc grapes.

Quite a fine example of Saint-Emilion.

Chateau Colombe, if I'm not mistaken.

Whereas this...

is no more a Madeleine Angevine than I am.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

No. We missed each other.

Henry Swarbrick, chairman of the North Riding Vintners.

Perhaps we could talk about this at a more convenient time.

GINA: No. Hang on a sec.

We'd like to hear about it,

as we've placed an order for Christmas.

What exactly have we bought, then, Mr Swarbrick?

Well, I've tasted two wines from the proposed Scripps vineyard,

and I have to tell you that neither would grow in England,

certainly not in the North Riding.

I think it's a case of er... in vino veritas!

Is that a case of one of our wines, Mr Vernon?