14x04 - The Happiest Day

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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: 'Goin' Back' by Dusty Springfield

♪ I think I'm going back

♪ To the things I learnt so well ♪

We'll have drinks in here,

then go next door for the meal, then back in here to cut the cake.

- It's a lovely room, Cathy. - I know.

- And photos on the terrace? - Definitely.

Oh, I have to a word with my manager about the flowers.

She's going to have a great day.

It's what her mother would've wanted.

Listen, I hope you're not upset

about us not having it at the Aidensfield Arms?

No, don't be daft. This is every girl's dream, this.

Besides, means I can enjoy myself.

Gina, come and look at the dining room.

Dad, the manager would like a word.

Right, I'll catch you up.

You want to see me, Mr Aldi?

Ah, yes, Mr Simpson. A copy of the invoice sent in the post.

- You did receive it? - Yeah.

Perhaps we can have a cheque?

Well, of course, but not right now.

No cheque book.

You know our terms, Mr Simpson. Half the sum in advance, as agreed.

No question.

But, you know, with everything going on, head like a sieve.

I understand, sir

but I'm afraid if we do not receive payment within the hours,

I have no alternative but to cancel.

VENTRESS: Have we got any spectacles?

- Description? - Er, horn rim.

Reported lost two weeks ago.

Metal ones, handed in three months back.

Ve have vays...

It's no wonder nobody claimed them.

Hey, you'd have thought somebody might have missed this.

Nobody's claimed their hearing aid, either.

- VENTRESS: What? - Their hearing aid.

Oh.

Are you sure it's not yours?

Making progress?

VENTRESS: Er, slowly, Sarge.

Well, be more ruthless.

Anything that's been left here more than three months has to go.

Where to, Sarge?

The hospital. I don't care, a jumble sale.

As long as it's properly recorded and out of our way.

VENTRESS: Here, pass that over.

Perfect.

It's from my auntie.

More elderberry wine.

Yeah, it's this year's bottling.

Oh, I've still got last year's!

I've already told her, it's too strong for me.

You get used to it, like my Uncle Fred did.

Just before he died.

They say his liver was the colour of this tyre.

Shall I take it back, then?

No, she'll only go all mardy on me. Give it to Vernon.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Morning.

BERNIE: Oh, hello, Robert.

Is Vernon about?

No, he's away for a couple of days.

Can I do anything for you?

He handed this camera into the station three months ago.

Someone had left it in the back of his taxi.

That's the one I found.

Nobody's claimed it, so it goes back to the finder.

What? Me, you mean?

You can sort that out between you and Vernon.

All I need is a signature.

Oh! I've only ever used a Box Brownie before,

you know, to take family photographs.

I always take them cos I've got a right steady hand.

But if you do need some advice, talk to Ben Norton.

He's a keen photographer.

- Is he? - He won a competition last year.

Mr Norton did?

Look in the post office.

They've used his photo to advertise this year's competition. All yours.

MUSIC: 'Money' by The Flying Lizards

♪ The best things in life are free

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

♪ But give me money

♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want ♪

Oh, er, I've come to see Mr Megson.

This way.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Mr Simpson.

Mr Simpson. Take a seat.

Thank you.

Cigarette?

No, thanks.

Er, it's about my car loan, Mr Megson.

I've got a bit behind on the payments due to personal problems,

of a temporary nature.

Like life, eh?

Temporary nature.

You've paid nothing for three months.

Well, like I said, I'll make it up when things have eased off.

My daughter's getting wed, you see.

Expensive.

Yeah. In fact, that's why I'm here. I need to borrow some more.

MUSIC: 'The Hunter' by Free

I don't ask why people want money, Mr Simpson.

That's their business.

And mine is getting it back with interest.

And I'd have sworn you were a reliable fella.

I am, Mr Megson, it's just...

A temporary problem. Yeah, you said.

Fact is, you've let me down,

and now, you want more.

Do you take me for a fool or what?

You'll get your money, you know that.

Yeah. Funnily enough, I do.

You're, er, warehouse foreman at Barlows, aren't you?

Yeah.

Steady job?

Steady enough.

Responsible?

I suppose so.

Perhaps if I find a way of helping you with your daughter's wedding,

you'll find a way of helping me, eh?

It was a photo of a tree.

Oh. And was it good?

What? A good tree?

No, photograph.

I don't know! Well, it's just a tree.

It didn't even have a cow to go with it or anything.

I think you're missing the point, David.

That sort of photo's like a study in light and shade and mood.

It's art, you see.

Ah, here's Brian Simpson,

looking like he's got the worries of the world on his shoulders.

No, just a very expensive wedding.

Is that right? Pint of best?

Please, Oscar.

OSCAR: So, Gina tells me that Cathy's got it all organised

for her big day.

Yeah, I dare say.

And how's your speech coming along?

I haven't given it much thought.

Have you got a moment to talk, Oscar?

Yeah. How long do you need?

Five minutes. Somewhere quiet.

Come into the snug.

- Oh, hiya, Jen. - Hi.

- GINA: Hiya. - Gina. Hello, David.

Evening, Gina.

Ah, whose is this?

Oh, it's mine, more or less.

Smart camera.

Oh.

Don Megson.

You know him?

Yeah. Well enough to give him a wide berth.

I had no choice.

He's a shark, Brian.

He charges extortionate rates

and if the loans go bad, he hurts people.

I know, but the bank won't touch me.

Given time, I could manage but everything's come at once.

Oh, aye, the wedding. Well, Gina did tell me we were off to a swanky do.

I want it to be the happiest day of Cathy's life.

Does she know you're strapped for cash?

No, of course not. She thinks I've got savings.

How can I help you?

I went to Don Megson

because the hotel said they'll cancel the reception

if I don't give them a cheque by tomorrow.

How big a cheque?

At first, Megson refused to play ball.

He could see I was desperate.

Go on.

This is in confidence, Oscar.

Go on.

He said he'd let me have the money if I gave him something in return.

Information about Barlows.

What kind of information?

Exits, entrances, alarms.

And you obliged?

No.

But you said you would?

Why are you telling me this?

If anything happens to me, I want someone to know.

You're playing with fire, you know that?

- What else can I do? - That's easy.

Give him back this cheque and tell Cathy the truth.

I can't. It's been fixed for months. The guests are invited.

But you can't afford it.

She'll be devastated.

Maybe so, but you're in a hole.

So, stop digging.

So, what sort of pictures do you like taking then, David?

How do you mean?

Well, like landscape, wildlife.

Oh, erm...

Trees.

Trees?

- Mm. - And why's that?

Well, because they stand still, mostly.

Ben develops all of his own photos, you know?

I'm sure if you ask him nicely, he'll develop yours, too.

Won't you, Ben?

Absolutely. My pleasure.

BRIAN: Cathy!

Hi, Dad. We're in here.

I said you wouldn't be long.

DON MEGSON: She'll make a lovely bride, Brian.

Sorry to call unannounced.

CATHY: I said you wouldn't mind.

I've got some things to do upstairs. I'll leave you to it.

She's a lovely girl.

You must be very proud.

Very proud indeed.

Night, Brian.

See ya!

Are you ready?

Er, no, I've a delivery to check.

Do you want me to wait?

It'll take a while. You'd best go home on the bus.

Yeah, all right.

Is Mr Barlow still in his office?

No, he went half an hour ago.

You're on your own.

MUSIC: 'Trouble' by Cat Stevens

Don't be too late.

♪ Trouble

♪ Oh, trouble set me free

♪ I have seen your face

♪ And it's too much, too much for me

♪ Trouble

♪ Oh, trouble can't you see?

♪ You're eating my heart away

♪ And there's nothing much left of me ♪

♪ I've drunk your wine

♪ You have made your world mine

♪ So, won't you be fair

♪ So, won't you be fair

TRAIN HORN

♪ Trouble

♪ Oh, trouble

♪ Please be kind

♪ I don't want no fight

♪ And I haven't got a lot of time ♪

ENGINE STARTS UP

CAR HORN

Trouble?

Yeah, there was a robbery here last night.

Somebody thumped the foreman. I'm on my way to the hospital to see him.

Brian Simpson?

- You know him? - Mm. How is he?

Can't say. He was dumped and locked in his car boot for two hours

before his daughter raised the alarm.

Anyway, better go. See you later, Mr Blaketon.

Right, Mr Barlow, thanks very much.

Have you found anything?

No, Sarge.

Good haul.

Yeah, they went right through the card.

Popular brands.

Easy to shift.

Other than a few fancy liqueurs and cigars kept back for the boss.

Right, let's start with the staff.

See if any of them have any bright ideas.

Hey, give over fussing. I'm all right.

Are you well enough to answer a few questions, Mr Simpson?

Yeah, of course.

Would you just talk me through what happened?

Well, I set the warehouse alarm.

I locked up as usual. Then I went to my car.

It's usual for you to be the last to leave the premises?

- Yeah. - With me.

Sorry?

Dad almost always gives me a lift home.

- Right. - Only, yesterday,

I had some work to finish, so Cathy went home on the bus.

Luckily.

What time did you lock up?

Er, about . .

Did you see anyone about?

No, it was as quiet as the grave.

Go on.

Well, I unlocked the car, opened the door,

and that's when I got thumped.

It came from nowhere.

Next thing I remember was coming round in the boot of the car.

Well?

How many more of these are there?

Seventeen.

Twenty snaps of a tree.

Oh, they're not snaps.

They're studies in light

and, er, something else, I can't remember.

Why? Don't you like 'em?

They're nice enough as trees go.

Did you have to keep going back to it like a dog?

No, look, Mr Norton entered one just like that for a competition. It won.

David, I think I prefer something a bit livelier.

REVS ENGINE

MERTON: Any joy with Simpson?

No, Sarge, he wasn't much help.

What do we know about him?

He's the captain of Ashfordly Fishing Club.

Anything a little more relevant?

Like what?

Like any previous or known associates.

Brian Simpson? You're joking. He's as straight as a die.

Whoever it was may have been watching the place.

Simpson's daughter works in the office at Barlows

and usually gets a lift home with him, but not last night.

And why not last night?

He said he had work to finish.

Somebody took their opportunity, eh?

And just happened to have a lorry waiting outside for the goodies.

Well, captain of the fishing club or not,

let's keep him in our sights.

Because unless Ventress can read anything in his tea leaves,

we've nothing else to go on.

Hello, Mr Blaketon.

Hello, Cathy. Is your dad in?

Yes, come in.

Thanks.

CATHY: He's only just got back from hospital.

Brian.

Oscar.

You're not too bad, then?

Doctor said it could have been worse.

Bone-headed, see?

Hm, maybe so.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Oh, yeah, thanks, Cathy. One sugar.

I take it the wedding's still on, then?

Do I have to ask Cathy?

It's still on.

You paid the hotel?

I didn't set the robbery up.

Oh, not much you didn't!

I'm telling you.

You're a liar, Brian.

Listen, I got clobbered half-senseless,

dumped in a boot and left for dead.

Oh, rougher than you expected, eh?

That's Megson for you. He's thorough.

Think what you like.

You've put me in an impossible position, do you know that?

What I said to you, I said in confidence.

I could be done for assisting an offender.

I couldn't say no. I just couldn't.

Listen, Brian, you've got to come clean, do you know that?

I mean, that way, you stand a chance of some leniency.

You've got to do it.

All right.

But after the wedding.

Oh, for pity's sake! You've got to do it now!

It's that or nothing.

Well, I'm sorry, then. You leave me no choice.

You've got hours to turn yourself in or I'm blowing the whistle.

DOOR OPENS

CATHY: Here we are.

I'm sorry, Cathy, I've got to go.

I just remembered, I've got to be somewhere.

MUSIC: 'Little White Bull' by Tommy Steele

♪ Once upon a time there was a little white bull

I'll just be a minute.

♪ Very sad because he was

♪ A little white bull

♪ Little white bull

♪ All the black bulls called him a coward

♪ Just cos he was white

♪ Only black bulls go to the bullring

♪ Only black bulls fight

♪ When he asks him mama

♪ If a little white bull...

BULL SNORTS

♪ Ever had a chance

♪ Of turning black

♪ His mama said you silly little bull

♪ You're a pretty little bull, you're my little bull

♪ So, please don't ask me why, little bull

♪ You just ain't black ♪

THUD

Why didn't you wake me?

Because that's what the doctor ordered.

Go and sit down. I'll do these.

I'm not an invalid.

You could have been.

I'll be doing this on my own soon.

Yeah. If it all gets a bit too much for you,

I'm only a couple of minutes away.

Whatever happens, you know I love you, don't you?

Course I do.

I've done my best for you, right or wrong.

Course you have.

Hey! Come on, Dad.

What is it?

Oh, nothing, it's not important.

Well, perhaps this might cheer you up.

I had a phone call from Mr Megson while you were asleep.

What did he want?

He was calling to make me an offer.

What offer?

His Bentley as my wedding car.

No, no, the cars are ordered, fixed.

- Yeah, I know, Dad, but... - We want nothing to do with him!

Nothing broken, then?

No, I made sure it didn't hit the ground.

I'm not talking about that.

Jenny said you nearly broke your neck jumping over a gate.

Well, it was you that said I had to take livelier photographs.

Of a charging bull? That was my idea?

Yeah, you said wildlife and that.

You were supposed to be taking Mrs Hopkins to the shops.

She didn't mind. She said it made a nice change.

SIGHS

David!

Go back to snapping trees. I like them.

No, you didn't.

Well, it doesn't matter. No more wildlife.

Stick to landscapes from now on, or that camera goes.

Night, Doctor!

Night, David.

DOOR CLOSES

Mr Simpson.

I told you not to come here for a while. What is it?

- I don't want you talking to Cathy. - It was a gesture. For your help.

Just keep away. I got all I needed.

Well, I didn't.

And your car loan's still outstanding and overdue.

It'll take time.

Not good enough.

You know I can't pay.

Then we'll have to think of an alternative.

What sort of alternative?

Like before, Brian...

Think.

I can't think. I won't think.

Then maybe I'll have to find a way of telling that girl of yours

she must have got her looks and her brains from her mother.

If you've come to ask me to change my mind, you're wasting your time.

Something else has happened.

Have you given the police a statement?

No.

Then I'm not interested. You've already implicated me in one crime.

No, please, Oscar. It's Cathy's safety I'm worried about.

Why? What's happened?

Megson's asked me to tip him off about a delivery of whisky.

I reckon he's going to hijack it.

Well, are you surprised? He's got you. He won't let you go.

No, look, I'm turning myself in.

Will you come with me to the station, speak up for me?

You know them down there.

And you won't mention the fact that I knew about the robbery?

No, course not.

All right.

At least now you've got something to offer them.

What's that?

Megson. On a plate.

If Mr Simpson is admitting his part in the robbery,

why should we do a deal?

Well, because Megson can still wriggle free.

Brian here is in debt and being forced to repay.

So, Megson could say that his evidence was malicious.

And other than Brian's confession, you've got nothing

to link Megson with the crime.

We wouldn't want to be accused of entrapment.

Are you sure Megson was the one who approached you to do a job?

- Yeah. - For his complete cooperation,

Brian would like one thing in return.

Which is?

His freedom. Till after his daughter's wedding.

Would you mind stepping into the duty room for a minute, please?

Thank you.

I don't like it, Oscar. It's not what we do.

Come on, Dennis. It's a sprat to catch a shark.

This is a man who letter-bombs bad payers.

Maybe so.

Look, Brian Simpson may be a fool, but he's not a criminal.

He's been trapped and menaced into this.

And now he's giving you the chance to put a major villain behind bars.

That's if you plan it right.

Mr Scripps, telephone!

Who is it?

Oh, er, it's Jill somebody.

She's the daughter of a friend of Mr Vernon's.

♪ In the night, there are sights to be seen

♪ Stars like jewels on the crown of a queen

♪ But the only sight I'm gonna view

♪ Is that wonderful picture of you ♪

Just a couple of nights? You and your husband?

Well, if Vernon said that...

All right, David'll pick you up at the station.

Yes. Bye.

Hey!

You've got company.

Better go and flick a duster round.

WALKER: Hello?

Oh, hello, Robert, in here.

Sorry, you after petrol?

No, I've come to have a word with David.

Oh?

We've had reports

that someone pretending to be a taxi driver's been acting suspiciously

around the Fylingdales early warning station.

- Suspiciously? - Taking photos.

- And lots of them. - David.

Well, you said stick to landscapes.

You've made the security officer very nervous.

He wants to know who you are and who you work for.

You've done it now. They think you're a Russky.

- A what? - Russian spy.

You'll have to confiscate the camera, then.

I don't think so.

We just have to assure him that there's nothing sinister going on.

You hear that? No more landscapes.

No landscapes?

And no wildlife. Stick to snaps of people.

People?

MUSIC: 'Flash Bang Wallop' by Tommy Steele

DOOR OPENS

David! What are you playing at? Clear off!

♪ Dressed up in a morning suit all trying not to laugh

♪ Since the early caveman in his fur

Mr Scripps...

♪ There's always been a photographer

Oh, stop it!

♪ To record the happy scene

♪ Hold it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture!

♪ What a picture, what a photograph!

♪ Poor old soul, blimey, what a joke

♪ Hat blown off in a cloud of smoke

♪ Clap hands, stamp your feet...

David, go away!

♪ What a picture, what a picture!

Good boy!

♪ Stick it in your family album

♪ Stick it in your family...

♪ Stick it in your family album ♪

The lorry will head out of Middlesbrough on the A

and rendezvous with us at the junction of the B .

From there, it will be driven by Bellamy,

suitably rigged out in overalls.

Six men will be in the back.

Walker and I will follow in an unmarked car at a distance.

Where's the likeliest place for a hijack?

It could be anywhere.

But the quietest stretch is the B road between the Whitby turn-off

and Aidensfield.

- When do we show ourselves? - They'll decide that.

As soon as they open the doors, the backup team will pile out.

With any luck, they'll have driven us

where they intend to stash the goods.

TRAIN WHISTLE

Is it David?

Oh, yes.

Hello! I'm Jill.

And this is my husband, Chris.

Oh, pleased to meet you.

Hi, David.

This way.

We haven't put you out, have we? It was a late decision to come.

Well, it's worked out quite well, with Mr Vernon being away.

He sends his best.

Oh, that's nice.

The weather's not much good for walking.

Oh, no, no, walking's not our thing.

Oh?

No, we've come for the fancy dress ball in Whitby.

We're Bonnie and Clyde.

Oh, right.

Haven't you seen the film?

Er, no, I don't think so.

You'd know if you had, boy cos this here's Miss Bonnie Parker.

I'm Clyde Barrow, and we rob banks.

MUSIC: 'Cumberland Gap' by Lonnie Donegan

♪ Well, the Cumberland gap, the Cumberland gap

♪ Fifteen miles on the Cumberland gap

♪ The Cumberland gap, the Cumberland gap

♪ Fifteen miles on the Cumberland gap

♪ The Cumberland gap ain't nowhere

♪ Fifteen miles from Middlesborough...

Do you reckon Megson will appear in person?

He's arrogant enough.

♪ Fifteen miles

♪ On the Cumberland gap ♪

It's here.

Are you stopping?

Do you know how far it is to a garage?

I haven't got a clue, mate.

Do you know owt about motors?

Why? What do you reckon's wrong with it?

I've no idea.

It just ground to a halt.

Right, well, er, let's have a look at it, then, eh?

Can you see anything?

No, Sarge.

BELLAMY: Have you checked your plugs?

- MAN: Yeah. - Ah!

Hold it. His boots.

- Yeah? - They're coppers' boots!

Let's get out of here!

In the car!

We've been had!

I don't like it.

Are you all right?

Wonderful.

He should really go to hospital for an X-ray.

He can go in his own time. He can keep it throbbing till then.

He could have concussion.

We need him here.

I'll be all right.

Don't suffer in silence.

We'll look after him.

Soon as you've anything on that number plate, I want to know.

Right, Sarge.

What?

I haven't got any other black shoes, except for my suedes

and I'm keeping them back for dancing.

Bonnie was the wife of an imprisoned m*rder*r

and Clyde was a petty criminal.

At first.

Remember the day we met?

She was yelling at me out of her window,

while I tried to steal her mother's car.

"Hey! What you doing?"

"Ain't you ashamed to be stealin' an old lady's automobile?"

After that, we were inseparable.

But what started as a little crime spree

soon escalated into kidnapping and m*rder.

Until, finally, we were hunted down and slaughtered in a bloody ambush.

Hope the police around here are more understanding.

Right.

Anyway, before I take you two to Whitby,

I've got another fare that I've got to take to Ashfordly.

So, I'll just...

Hey, since you're taking us, anyway,

why don't you buy a ticket on the door, come to the do?

He could be CW Moss.

Of course!

Who?

Our getaway driver.

"You got what it takes to pull bank jobs, boy?"

Er, not usually, no.

Anyway, I said I'd stay in tonight,

wash the dog.

WHINES

What the hell's that doing here?

You must be brain dead, using a car from here.

Hey, hey, we've changed the plates.

I don't care. Get rid.

Who pays for that, then?

Your business.

Yeah, right. And whose business was it to set us up?

Do better on your own, would you?

Hey? If your brains were dynamite, you couldn't blow your hats off!

Didn't let any stick to your fingers doing that warehouse job, did you?

No.

And here's me thinking you two are passed the roll-ups!

Hanging on to these in case Castro drops by to buy a banger?

Hey?

Get a grip,

both of you!

What about the nark?

Simpson?

He'll get what's coming to him.

You can leave that to me.

Stick 'em over there!

They just stopped the lorry and left it without taking anything.

We think they may have sussed us.

- You didn't get 'em? - No.

For pity's sake! He'll come after me.

We'll do what we can.

Like what? Bang him up?

We're continuing our inquiries.

Where does that leave Cathy and me? We need protection.

PC Walker. How are you?

Fine. You? All ready for your big day?

Ready as I'll ever be. Still asking questions?

Just tying up loose ends.

See you, then.

All the best for tomorrow.

PHONE RINGS

Hi.

KNOCK ON DOOR Yes?

We've traced the owner of the car, Sarge.

Well, something's gone right today, wonderful. Anyone we know?

No, the car was traded in two weeks ago

to a second-hand car dealer.

Well, we'll see you when we see you.

What's up?

David's been delayed.

He said we should have a drink while we're waiting.

There's booze under the sideboard, so he says.

Mm!

- Hello. - Yeah?

DCs Bellamy and Walker, Ashfordly Police.

We're looking for a car.

Yeah, a Ford Zodiac, blue.

Last recorded owner reckoned he traded it here.

- Blue Zodiac? - Yeah.

Only Zodiac we've had got nicked two nights ago.

- Did you report it? - MAN: No.

WALKER: Why not?

Me and my partner both thought it went out on approval.

We only cottoned on today.

Is your partner in?

No.

He's probably reporting it to the station right now. Excuse me.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Was he one of the men?

Not the one who stopped the lorry,

but I think I spotted somebody inside.

Rob...

Come on.

Elderberry wine.

Oh, well, there's always a first time.

Here's to you and me.

Together, we can cut a path clean across this county.

Well?

I reckon that's him.

Bernie Wright and Stan Collins, two of Megson's men.

He finances the HP on their car deals,

and they do the enforcing when the loans go bad.

And you recognised Collins as one of the men who stopped the lorry?

Well, he was wearing a hat and glasses at the time,

but I'm pretty sure it was him.

Pretty sure isn't good enough.

We need hard evidence.

If we found the car, that would tie them into the attempted hijack.

No chance. It'll be in a thousand pieces by now.

Yes, Alf is probably right.

Nevertheless, let's get a warrant and turn their place over.

DOG WHINES Hello?

DOG BARKS

It's only me, Alfred.

WHINES

What's wrong with you?

BARKS

Alfred!

GASPS

SNORING

♪ Bonnie and Clyde

♪ They lived a lot together

♪ And finally together

♪ They died ♪

Is the car here?

Yeah, no rush. You look lovely.

You look perfect.

Just perfect.

Morning.

Stan.

What's this?

Open season.

MUSIC: 'Hey Willy' by The Hollies

♪ Hey, Willy your mother calls you Billy

♪ Your father calls you silly

♪ But you really are a pretty one

♪ Hey, baby, you're dressing like a lady

♪ The fellows call you Sadie

♪ But you really are a pretty one

♪ You don't care what they say about your hair

♪ Cos the bad man's smiling

♪ Every time he sees you coming...

Phil.

Look at this.

Recognise the brand?

We're in business.

I hope you're going to clean this lot up when you finish.

Of course.

So, who smokes the fancy cigars?

What are you on about?

Nobody here.

- No? - Must have been a customer.

Must have taken his time, then.

There's half a dozen down here.

♪ My name's Willy, gonna turn on the lights

♪ Playing rock 'n' roll music

♪ Till' the early, early night

♪ Can't stop jamming to the rhythms in your feet

♪ Listen to the drummer, yeah, listen to the beat

♪ Oh, yeah!

♪ Willy's gonna show them now

♪ No, no, no, no ♪

How easy are these to buy?

You'd have to send to London.

Barlow stocked them for himself rather than for sale.

There was just the one box and they couldn't resist having a taste.

Right. Good work. Well done. Where are they now?

Collins is in the interview room, Wright's in a cell.

Let's get some statements.

If it's all right with you, Sarge, I'm late for a wedding.

♪ Hey, Willy, your mother calls you Billy

♪ Your daddy calls you silly

♪ But you really are a pretty one

♪ Hey, baby...

Hey, what's Rob doing here?

Just...

♪ But you really are a pretty one

♪ You don't care what they say about your hair

♪ Cos the bad man's smiling

♪ Every time he sees you coming

♪ Yeah!

♪ Willy is the singer in a rock 'n' roll band

♪ Every time he shows his face, it's just to put away a grand

♪ Oh, yeah!

♪ Willy's gonna show them now ♪

Mr Megson. PC Walker, Ashfordly Police.

What were you doing there?

I'm a friend of the family.

Oh, really?

And I'm a sucker for weddings.

Isn't everyone?

You're no friend of the family.

Brian Simpson was a customer of yours.

He owed you money.

A lot of people do.

It's my living.

You were leaning on him.

So what?

So, he sold you information.

About the warehouse where he worked. The one you raided.

The one I what?

All right, the raid you planned.

Isn't it time my solicitor was here?

Stan Collins and Bernie Wright,

they work for you, don't they?

They work for themselves.

They run a second-hand car business.

Which you own.

I'm an investor.

My men searched their premises this morning, found these.

You don't smoke them, do you?

I don't smoke, full stop.

Pity Collins and Wright couldn't kick the habit.

We believe these are part of the warehouse haul.

Collins and Wright are here now, helping us with our inquiries.

Am I supposed to find that interesting?

Well, as you found with Brian Simpson,

people can be persuaded to part with information for a promised reward.

LAUGHS

Stan and Bernie are going to stitch me up?

Sure they are.

You got nothing.

How about a lift home, eh?

We have Brian Simpson's testimony.

Well, I wouldn't bank on him as a witness.

He's laughing at us. Could he have got to Simpson at the reception?

- No. - Are you sure?

Most certain. He came late with a present.

A present?

He'd just put it on the pile when I grabbed him.

Let's go.

- Sarge? - Now!

It's natural for people to say

that a wedding is the bride and groom's big day.

Of course, it is.

But this has also been my big day.

SIREN

MUSIC: 'Trouble' by Cat Stevens

To see my daughter

married to a decent and caring young man like Terry,

is a dream come true for me, too.

Is that it?

- Yeah. - Then go!

So, before we go through for the cutting of the cake,

I'd like you all to stand up and drink a toast

to Cathy and Terry.

♪ So, won't you be fair ♪

I've just got to pop out.

Thanks for everything, Dad.

A new life for you now, love. Be happy.

BEN: Can't see the rosette, David.

That's better. And...

Hey, the snapper snapped!

Speech, David, speech!

No, no, I can't.

Of course you can.

I'd like to thank...

I'd like to thank...

Mr Norton,

for developing the film.

And the doctor, for making him do it.

But mostly,

I owe everything to you, Mr Scripps.

For not drinking my auntie's elderberry wine.

EVERYONE LAUGHS

To aunties everywhere.

ALL: To aunties everywhere!