14x17 - The Long View

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

SEAGULLS SQUAWKING

UNSETTLING MUSIC

BARKING

RADIO IN BACKGROUND

KNOCK ON DOOR

RADIO: '...so sit down, drink your tea, and take it easy.'

POP MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

Yes?

Jackie?! - Hello, Rob.

- Long time. - Er, come in.

RADIO: ♪ I don't know Just what to do with myself... ♪

ALF: At Sparsely Beach?

Right. Which end?

Cheers, Geoff.

And your name, sir?

Ah. Ta. Thank you.

Er, reported sighting of a body on Sparsely Beach, Sarge.

Better get onto the coroner's officer, then.

Oh, he's in York, Sergeant.

We initially deal with the bodies ourselves, here.

Like everything else, it seems.

RADIO: ♪ I just don't know What to do with my time... ♪

Funny, seeing you in uniform. Who'd have thought it?

Leader of the Bateman Street Scrumping g*ng

turned out a copper. JACKIE CHUCKLES

Well, we were only seven or eight.

So, how long you back in Aidensfield for?

Had a... bust-up with my husband, brought the kids here.

Staying at my mam's for a bit. - Sorry to hear that.

About the bust-up, not staying with your mam.

Actually, Rob...

..the reason I called is to do with our Tony.

Your brother? He's still inside, isn't he?

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

Aidensfield Police.

Right. Yeah, what's your address, madam?

Yeah. Yeah, I know that.

Yeah, I'll be straight round.

OK, bye, now.

Mrs Beardsley. Kids nicking milk off her doorstep again.

Moved on from apples these days?

Sorry... Jackie.

No, no. You... you must do your job.

Buy you a drink this evening? We'll catch up then.

Yeah. That'd be lovely. Thanks.

The doctor's beaten us to it. She's here already.

- "She"? - Dr Trent. From Aidensfield.

I didn't know she was the police doctor.

No job for a woman.

Car crashes, stabbings...

suicides.

Women doctors should stick to maternity wards.

EXCITED CHATTER

SGT MILLER: Trawlerman? Swept overboard?

Sea's have been rough lately. Could he have died by drowning?

I can't speculate on the cause of death yet.

He does have some injuries...

abrasions, heavy bruising to the head.

The angle of his foot indicates a possible fracture.

Maybe the victim of an as*ault.

Injuries are more consistent with a fall...

more likely from a cliff than a boat.

HELEN: Been in the water two days, I'd say.

Any idea who he is?

I checked his pockets, he doesn't have anything on him at all.

I'll have a quiet word with the bereaved,

then I'll give you the nod.

All right.

MUSIC: 'Saints And Searchers' by The Searchers

♪ Go marchin' in

♪ I tell ya something Gonna be

♪ Yeah I'm gonna be in that number

♪ Yeah when the saints... ♪

Ooh, er... good morning, madam. Scripps Funeral Services.

- Yeah? - I'm here to collect the deceased.

Your husband? - MY husband?

- Mr Albert Walters. - No, you've got the wrong address.

This is Grantham Avenue, not Greencroft.

MAN INSIDE: Who is it, love? - There's been a terrible mistake.

My husband's sat in there. You can take him, by all means.

I'm sorry. Do forgive me. I'm sorry.

♪ ..go marchin' in

♪ Yeah when the saints... ♪

David, I don't know what you're doing.

This is Grantham Avenue. We need Greencroft!

I asked you if it was the right road before we turned into it.

Don't make excuses. Get your foot down. We'll be late!

♪ ..when the saints

♪ Go marchin' in. ♪

So the doctor had no information about the body?

No.

No ID, no wallet, no coins, car keys, house keys...

Strange.

They could've fallen out of his pockets while he was at sea.

Yeah, but it's odd that there's nothing.

Well, he's not local.

None of them down there seems to know who he is.

Then we've work to do.

BERNIE: Oh, evening, Oscar. - Oh, you can speak, then?

Sorry?

I said hello this morning when you came out the newsagents.

You just ignored me.

I'm having one of those days. Sorry, Oscar.

OSCAR GROANS Right, you ready for another one?

No, thanks, Davie. No, no. I'll...

I'm off. I've got a bit of a headache coming on.

ROSIE: Night.

He's been having a few headaches lately.

- Really? ROSIE: Mm.

Yeah, and I've seen him screwing his eyes up

with the pain, you know, like that.

Well, perhaps he's practising his Chairman Mao impressions (!)

ROSIE AND OSCAR CHUCKLE

- Who? - Oh, never mind.

Yeah. He was washed ashore. No idea who he is.

Bit of a mystery, then, eh?

There's another one.

Who's the brunette with Rob?

He were always headstrong, our Tony.

But when he bought that motorboat in Whitby,

trips around the bay and that, I thought he might settle down.

He went bust or something, didn't he?

Hadn't insured it!

Motor failed, came to grief on the rocks.

Hadn't fully paid for it, either.

Needed money, got in with the wrong crowd.

Given four years for robbery. ROB SIGHS

He was due for release.

But?

Tony being Tony,

when a warder gave him a hard time, he clocked him one.

Lost his remission.

Well, the lesson is, don't go round hitting prison warders.

I've been to see him.

He wants to do a deal.

He's picked up information on a robbery being planned.

A robbery?

Big one. Somewhere around here.

He'll tell about it if he can have his early release back.

If he has information that'll help us prevent a robbery,

it would obviously go in his favour.

- He wants a guarantee. - Well, it's not down to me, Jackie.

When and where is this robbery gonna take place?

He's keeping that to himself. Pretty soon, I gather.

And how genuine is the information?

Tony reckons it's solid.

There's definitely something big planned.

CAR ENGINE STARTS DRIVER: Go, go! Come on!

DRIVER: Come on! - Hey! Come back here.

- What's going on? - Drove off without paying.

Well, didn't you get the number? No. It happened too quickly.

What's happening?

Couple of lads drove off without paying.

Oh, right. Did you get the number?

No, I flamin' well didn't!

DAVID: One of those days. ROSIE: Again.

Yeah, you're right.

It was one of those days yesterday as well.

and the day before.

In fact, it's not just ONE of those days,

it's lots and lots of those days.

Every day, in fact. - I don't know.

I think something's wrong with him.

Oh, his description didn't match any local reported missing persons.

Check neighbouring forces, and wider, if necessary.

No reports from shipping.

No crew or passengers overboard, Sergeant.

Bellamy, you and PC Younger do a patrol of the coastal area

where the body was found. See if anybody witnessed anything.

Oh, and check out the local B&Bs, as well.

PHIL: Yes, Sergeant.

Alf? Get the press to run the story.

Mention the tattoo.

Sarge?

Can I have a word? - OK.

I haven't talked to him myself,

but his sister is sure the information is genuine.

Should we act on the word of a felon's sister?

I've known her all my life. As far as I'm aware, she's honest.

Do you often cultivate relationships with criminal families?

It's not like that.

I went to school with Jackie and Tony.

Oh, so you're on first-name terms with them as well, are you?

Walker, with that uniform comes certain responsibilities.

I don't want officers getting chummy with criminals,

drinking with their families, all right?

We have information about a robbery, Sergeant.

What we gonna do about it?

For a start, we're not doing any deals

with that jailbird friend of yours.

Well, sure, but shouldn't we alert HQ?

And tell them what? That there's gonna be a robbery?

It's a bit Vera Lynn, isn't it? "Don't know where, don't know when."

Should I pursue the enquiry, then?

Talk to Jackie Pointer, try to find out more?

No. You stay away from her.

If he's got any information, he can pass it on.

Now, let's get on with some actual police work, shall we?

The pathologist hasn't finished yet,

but I can tell you he was already dead before he entered the sea.

So, he was k*lled and then thrown in?

Not necessarily. I can't tell you how he entered the water.

He died from a brain haemorrhage resulting from head injuries.

- A blow to the head? - Possibly.

Or a fall from height.

He could, say, have fallen from a cliff,

died on the beach and been taken out on the tide.

Did he fall or was he pushed?

- I won't be able to answer that. - Or did he jump?

Might it have been su1c1de?

Maybe. Any progress in identifying him?

Well, we were hoping you might have come up with something.

CID can't even get fingerprints. Been in the water too long.

You could try dental records.

Yes, I am aware of the procedures.

Not entirely sure I like her manner.

MUSIC: 'Poison Ivy' by The Paramounts

♪ And everybody knows

♪ She got you in touch... ♪

Hello, Rob.

Fully recovered now?

Er, yes thanks.

Excuse me a second, Sarge.

Glad to see you back at work.

It's all thanks to your expert personal care, Nurse Owen.

CLARE CHUCKLES Look, I'll phone you.

- Oh, please do. - I will.

I'd rather you sort out your social life in your own time, Walker.

Yes, Sarge.

Another responsibility that goes with that uniform

is to behave in a fitting manner.

And that doesn't include canoodling with females in a public car park.

♪ Poison ivy

♪ Poison ivy... ♪

Right, then...

why don't you start down there, and I'll begin here?

SEAGULLS SQUAWKING There you go.

MUSIC: 'I'll Never Get Over You' by Johnny Kidd & The Pirates

♪ No I'll never get over you

♪ I just can't keep it A secret anymore

♪ Oh, no, no

♪ It wasn't so long ago

♪ That you told me You loved me so... ♪

- Er, PC Young. - ♪ Then you went and said goodbye

♪ And found another guy

♪ Bye-aye-aye-aye

♪ I know somewhere

♪ Someday I'll find

♪ One love to take your place

♪ One girl with an angel face

♪ But in the meantime

♪ I'll never get over you

♪ No I'll never get over you

♪ I just can't keep it A secret... ♪

- Hiya. - Thanks for driving up here.

That's all right. I was enjoying the view.

My sergeant isn't too keen for me to be seen with you in public.

- Why not? - Well, you come from a, er...

"criminal family". JACKIE LAUGHS

I've never done owt wrong in my life!

Apart from scrumping apples with you.

I know, I know. He's a bit old-school.

JACKIE CHUCKLES

And he's ruled out any possibility of a deal.

That screw provoked him. He deserved to be hit!

All Tony wants is a fair release date.

That screw robbed him of his remission.

He should just tell us what he knows.

We'll put in a good word. - He wants more than promises.

All right, how much do you know about the robbery?

Nothin'.

My hands are tied unless I have more to go on.

I'll make sure Tony gets all the credit.

Come on, Jackie.

All right.

He let slip the robbery's to do with some posh country house.

That's honestly as much as I know.

Er, what are they planning to take, antiques, furniture, paintings?

- I don't know. - When's it planned for?

I don't know, Rob!

- Is it definitely in this area? - Yes.

That's why Tony thought you could do something.

Cheer up, Geoff. Last one before lunchtime.

I should hope so. I'm starving.

Hello. PC Bellamy. Ashfordly Police.

We wondered if you'd seen anyone of this description

who'd stayed here recently.

Or...

anything on there that rings any bells.

JACKIE: Oh, I'd forgotten how lovely it was round here.

JACKIE CHUCKLES

Do you remember when we'd come here with the g*ng to smoke fags?

THEY LAUGH

- I really fancied you, you know? - Really?

I never knew. - Teenagers, eh?

It's a lovely view, anyway.

Yeah, er... Sorry, Jackie, I've gotta go.

GEOFF: 'She described his tattoo exactly.'

He definitely stayed there.

He left four days ago, and she hasn't seen him since.

Name?

Oh, er... he said it was,

er... George Matthews.

Now, I've checked the home address that he gave,

it was false, and the name could be, too.

And there was nothing of interest in the room.

Well, if he's not George Matthews, we're no further on.

Well, there was one thing.

A woman phoned the B&B and asked for him

after he disappeared.

Did the landlady get a name?

Er, reckoned it was an aggrieved wife.

She gets a few of those.

She said she'd put the woman onto us if she did call again.

Sounds promising. Good work.

SGT MILLER: How'd you get on, Walker?

Nothing on the cliff tops, Sarge.

No sign of any newly-broken fences or freshly-crumbled coastline...

or anyone who saw anything.

Actually, Sarge...

..can I have another word?

I thought told you to stay away from that family

More information came to light, and I felt I should inform you.

What, that the robbers are targeting a country house?

We can draw up a list of likely, vulnerable places on our patch...

It could be anywhere in the North Riding.

You are asking for a huge commitment of manpower

based solely on prison rumour.

I'm sure this is more than a rumour.

Why? Because you went to school with him?

Now, I don't want any more time wasted on this.

I want you out on the beat, doing something useful.

Understood?

I'm starving.

Nowt wrong with your appetite, then.

Well, it's just you've been having a lot of headaches lately.

Hardly surprising, having you and David working for me.

Right, what can I get you?

Cheese sandwich to take away, please, Gina, and, erm, some advice.

- Oh, on what? - Make-up.

I've got a date. ROSIE GIGGLES

Brilliant! Who with?

Well, I'm not saying quite yet.

But the thing is, well,

I'm not good at doing myself up all nice like you, you know?

Well, I'm no expert either, but I'll give you some tips.

Oh, that'd be brilliant.

- And what about you? - No, I never bother with make-up.

Food, Bernie.

What specials have you got on?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll have the bottom one.

Good choice, home-made, very nice.

Maybe you should go to the doctor, get them checked out?

What? The headaches.

I'm fine, Rosemary.

Yes, madam, this is Ashfordly Police Station.

I see.

Er, no. Yes. Yes, we know about that.

Sarge? This is a Mrs Sugden,

the woman that Phil mentioned who'd phoned the B&B.

Er, of course.

Er, look, Mrs Sugden, I think it would be better

if you had a word with our sergeant.

Yes, Mrs Sugden.

Well, I suppose Tony could be trying to mislead you for some reason.

What would he gain?

If he's lying, he'll only get in deeper trouble.

I just can't get Sgt Miller to see that.

Ah. Well, nobody in the job likes doing deals with criminals.

Come on, Oscar.

We take info from snouts all the time.

What's the difference?

Well, I admit, my instinct would be the same as yours,

but don't look to me to persuade him.

Huh. I'm not exactly top of his hit parade, am I?

THEY CHUCKLE Look, thanks.

I just needed to talk it through with someone.

Right. Hey, er...

a word of advice.

If you pursue this, against his orders,

you'd best be careful.

One of my police officers will meet you at the hospital tomorrow.

Poor woman.

But it looks like we have an ID.

He's not George Matthews.

He's George Arthur Sugden, and he's from Burnley.

Ah, if he's seeing a fancy woman, he's playing a long way from home.

Well, if that is the case, it's none of our business.

Let Bellamy and Younger know that we've got a possible ID.

You better let Walker know, as well.

Where is he just now? - Er...

he's out of radio range, up on the moors.

He's running a check on outlying farms.

Hello, Tony.

Yeah. A drink and the pictures would be great.

I have to be in by twelve, mind.

GIGGLES OK, see you soon. Bye.

I was just taking a couple of messages.

Didn't realise you had popped out.

Went for some chips. I'm famished.

Ravenous! - Oh. Right.

I want a cast-iron guarantee of release.

I can't give you that.

Right, Rob. Nice to see you.

Sit down, Tony.

Decisions on remission are for prison authorities and courts,

not the police. - You lot can use your influence.

Wheels within wheels. - We can't do a deal, Tony.

But we can put in a word if information

you have provided has been of help.

I want my solicitor to have something in writing.

Look, if you don't tell us about this robbery,

you'll remain here, serving a full sentence. Right?

But if you do help us,

there's every chance it can go in your favour.

At least that way, you're in with a shout.

That's gotta make sense, yeah?

In prison, you learn the value of things,

a bar of soap, a couple of ciggies.

What I've got in here is worth a hell of a lot.

This robbery's big.

I'm not letting you have it for nothing.

All right, how do I know you're straight?

It's definitely on. Trust me.

When?

I heard they had a hitch.

But as they say in t'cinema, coming soon.

How come you know about it being stuck in here?

Let's just say I was approached for advice.

What about? That'd be telling.

I'm in danger in here.

If anyone finds out I grassed up a job.

I need a guarantee of release. - And I can't give you that.

Fine.

In a couple of days, you lot are gonna look really stupid.

- Morning. - Oh, hiya.

Just popped over to see how you're fixed for a make-up lesson

before your hot date.

That'd be great. See you about seven, then.

Great. And how's Bernie? Has he recovered?

He's not in yet. And how do you mean, "recovered"?

- Well, his upset tummy. - What upset tummy?

He ordered spaghetti yesterday and he never touched it.

He said his stomach was playing up, couldn't face food at all.

He never said owt to me.

In fact, he wolfed down a bag of chips yesterday afternoon.

- Did he? - Yeah.

I'm surprised he had that spa... spag...

What is it? - Spaghetti, David.

Yeah. He hates foreign food.

DAVID: Well, I do too, really. Have you ever had that...

s..."sgabetti", because it takes ages to chop it all up.

I'm really worried about him.

- Why? - He's not been himself lately.

It's like he's in a trance most of the time.

There's an article here on health.

Bernie's all the signs of a serious illness.

Hey, Rob.

♪ Whoa! No sense hesitatin'

♪ No, no, no, no... ♪

You know, a little bird told me that you paid somebody a visit yesterday.

Yeah, I got nowhere. But it's convinced me more than ever

that this robbery's going to take place.

I dunno, Oscar. What d'you reckon?

Look, Alf and I are civilians. We know the patch.

Why don't we draw up a list of houses, er,

check the likely targets and warn them?

Well, that could help. Are you sure?

Ah, we'd enjoy it.

Neither of us have really taken to retirement.

We like a bit of action.

ROBS SIGHS IN RELIEF

Poor old Bernie!

- We're worried about you. - There's nowt wrong with me.

Why don't you pop in and see Dr Trent,

for a chat? Let her know how you've been lately.

Cos I'm fine, absolutely fine.

Talking to a doctor will put your mind at rest.

And you might get a lollipop.

I got one of those when I went for those tests.

Er, when I was little.

I'm not going for any tests.

Look, I pay you two to work so just get on with it.

CLATTER

I've compiled a list of the most likely ones that Rob won't get to.

OK, Oscar, we'll look into it for you.

Into what?

Oh, er, just kids riding bikes on pavements.

An elderly customer's complained.

Nothing serious, Sergeant.

Aidensfield.

Shouldn't Walker be dealing with that?

Where is he, anyway? - Out on patrol.

Wasn't he up on the moor yesterday?

I believe so, yes.

Only I've just had a phone call from a farmer. Mr Talbot.

Had a sheep run down by a car.

He says he hasn't seen a policeman up there in weeks.

Contact Walker. Get him in here.

ROB: You can get hold of me at Ashfordly Police Station,

but for now, check all your locks...

ALF ON RADIO: 'Control to Delta Alpha...'

And if you see anyone suspicious, let me know, yeah?

'Control to Delta Alpha two four.'

Receiving. Go ahead, Alf.

'Sgt Miller requests you to come to the station.

'Wants a word.'

- Helen. Can I have a word? - Gina.

What can I do for you?

Well, it's not me.

It's Bernie Scripps. We're a bit concerned about him.

- Oh? - His appetite's all over the place,

he's been getting headaches.

He's just not himself lately. - Really?

Yeah, and Rosie's been reading this magazine.

She reckons he shows symptoms of a brain tumour.

She shouldn't get carried away by silly magazines.

I will talk to him, though.

Thanks, Helen. Oh, er...

Don't say I've said anything, will ya?

He's really touchy about his health.

OK.

Ta-ra.

Yeah, well, you can cross Milton Grange off your list, Alf.

It's practically falling down.

OK, I'll try Leadington House up in Scarborough Head next.

Jed Talbot from Top End Farm rang about a dead sheep.

- A dead sheep? - Walker!

My office. Now!

DOG BARKING

BUZZES

MAN: 'Hello, Oscar.'

Duke! Enough! DOG STOPS BARKING

Stay!

Hello, George.

What brings you out here?

Ooh, just, er, helping out old colleagues.

How did you get on yesterday... up on the moor?

I, er... didn't manage to get round all the farms, Sarge.

What about Top End Farm?

Er, no, I didn't get out that far.

Didn't get very far at all.

Did you? - Sarge?

Don't come the innocent with me!

I phoned round several farms.

Nobody saw you out there at all yesterday.

Which begs the question, where were you?

If you skived off work,

you're in serious trouble, Constable!

I didn't skive off!

I pursued an enquiry.

Which enquiry?

I went to see Tony Pointer.

You see, there's been a whisper that a robbery's been planned

targeting a large house in this area.

We're just warning people to be on their guard.

Well, thanks, but, er...

as you can see, we're pretty well covered.

Guarded around the clock, alarm systems.

Ah, it's state of the art, the lot. - Yeah.

Why so much security, hmm?

Well, Mr Vogel, the owner's Swiss.

International banker.

This place is like Fort Knox.

What he doesn't know about security isn't worth knowing, I can tell ya.

So, this wall goes all the way round, does it?

Yeah, well, apart from the back.

CHUCKLES Nature provided that one.

The gardens back onto the cliffs. Seagulls only, that way.

Well, thanks, George.

I could end your career for this. Are you aware of that?

Yes, Sergeant.

So, did you get anything out of Pointer?

He wouldn't talk without a deal.

So we know no more than we did.

No.

It's not a lot to throw away your career on, is it?

I'm gonna give you one last chance.

I want an absolute assurance that from now on,

you will stick to orders. I mean it.

Forget this robbery. Understood?

Understood.

I've got a job for you.

A Mrs Sugden is coming to the hospital

to formally identify the body on the beach.

I want you to attend.

MUSIC: 'Silence Is Golden' by The Tremeloes

Now, listen carefully when the vicar tells us the order of service.

I don't want another dog's dinner of a funeral.

He said he'd be here.

He's over there in the graveyard.

BERNIE: Oh.

I quite like funerals, really. I mean, not the...

Well, I quite like driving the hearse, and that.

It's great, I mean...

you don't have to tear around like you do in a taxi.

It's much more...

Mr Scripps? ♪ Silence is golden... ♪

BERNIE GROANING

Mr Scripps?

What are you doing down there?

What do you think, you daft apeth? I fell in.

- Ah, ooh! - Come here, gimme your hand.

Up you come.

'Ey, up you get. Ooh.

BERNIE: Ta. Thanks.

Thanks. Ooh.

What did you do that for?

I had things on my mind.

Well, they've all been pretty unlikely so far, Alf.

Either too much security or nothing worth nicking.

I'm beginning to see Miller's point.

'It's a bit of a needle in a haystack, this.'

You can tell it's some time since you were on the beat, Oscar.

ALF CHUCKLES Never mind.

It's only ten more to go (!)

Oh. Thank you, Alf (!)

Er, right, sir. We'll keep an eye out for it.

Kids riding on pavements again?

Dogs fouling footpaths, Sarge.

We get all the big stuff here, eh (?)

I don't think it's broken.

You'd better have an X-ray, though.

I'm going to hospital myself. I could give you a lift.

Thank you, Doctor.

How did the fall occur? Did you trip over something?

No, I just wasn't concentrating.

You know, I just didn't see the hole.

Why the lack of concentration? Something on your mind?

No, not really.

Is there anything bothering you?

- No. - Health-wise?

You're not in pain or concerned about anything?

No, just this arm.

Mrs Sugden's finally arrived.

Is she OK?

Hello, Bernie. Been in the wars?

Aye. Got to have an X-ray.

ROB EXHALES Bad luck.

- Hello. - Hello.

Still waiting?

I hope they're not going to be much longer. I'm parched.

There's a WVS lady with a tea trolley in Casualty.

That's great. Thanks, Doctor.

Bernie, hang on a moment.

What does that sign say?

- That sign? - Yes, the bottom one.

- Why? - Never mind why. What does it say?

"Radiology".

It says "Pathology".

- Yeah, yeah. That's it. - You're short-sighted, aren't you?

I'm really very sorry, Mrs Sugden.

Must be a terrible shock.

I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.

It's no secret what George got up to.

Well, you lot must know.

I don't want this affecting the way they treat him.

I want him to have a proper funeral.

Yeah, of course.

Tell me about George.

Since he lost his job, he took to crime.

He's done time.

You think he may have been here on a job?

He never told me anything.

All's I got was his B&B number.

When I rang, I was to "Ask for George, no surname."

It's still a puzzle to us how he died.

The doctor thinks it may have been a fall.

That sounds right.

He was a steeplejack by trade.

- Delta Alpha two four to Control. ALF ON RADIO: 'Go ahead, Rob.'

Sugden's got form, Alf.

Get all you can on him from CRO. Out.

years since your last eye test?

I don't wanna have to wear glasses.

It's my public image. What will people think?

You're a funeral director, Bernie, not a film star.

Aye, but my customers want somebody

who looks like he can see what he's doing.

It's all to do with perception.

It's to do with being able to see where you are going.

I'm arranging you an eye test today.

Besides, I think you'll be even more distinguished in glasses.

Burglary, house-breaking.

It seems that Sugden specialised as a cat burglar.

He used to work on mill chimneys, took to crime,

used his skill to break into tall buildings.

Right, are there any houses on your list with towers

or anything you might need to climb to get into?

Hang on, Oscar phoned in.

Er, Leadington House, it's by the sea.

- Go on. - Er...

Well, it has high walls on three sides,

-hour security, a sheer cliff face on the other.

Which Sugden could've been practising on

when he fell to his death.

Now, if he was taken out on the tide from Leadington,

it's a fair bet that he'd have ended up where he did.

But Leadington Beach, you can only get onto when it's a low neap tide.

ROB MUTTERS

Like it is this evening.

Who owns Leadington House?

Well, he's a Swiss banker.

It's got to be.

That's the place they're gonna hit.

Good luck.

You are really trying my patience!

What's your actual evidence?

It's a strong hunch based on the facts we know.

- Like what? - We know Sugden fell to his death

and was swept into the sea. - You're clutching at straws.

ROB: 'He had form. Tony Pointer said there'd been a setback.'

- Could have been Sugden's death. - COULD have been.

Tony was asked for advice. He knows this area and about boats.

They need a boat to pull this off.

MUSIC: 'Struggling Man' by Jimmy Cliff

♪ Every man has a right to live

Look, even if your mate Pointer is to be believed,

there's no evidence the target is Leadington House.

It's a Swiss banker's place. It's gotta be a prime target.

ROB: 'Tony said it'd be within two days.'

'It's a neap tide this evening.'

SGT MILLER: All right.

All right!

♪ Struggling man

♪ Has got to move

♪ Struggling man

♪ No time to lose

♪ I'm a struggling man... ♪ - Sgt Miller!

Ashfordly Police.

Your mate's already been to warn me about the robbery.

- Mate? - Oscar Blaketon.

He came earlier. - Oh, did he?

Where's the owner of the place? - Mr Vogel?

Abroad on business. There's nobody at home.

What's the security like around here?

First-rate. CHUCKLES

They'd need a Sherman t*nk to get in here.

What about the cliffs at the back?

They'd have to be pretty good climbers.

expl*si*n

- Unlock these gates! - Get over there, man!

DOG BARKING

Bellamy, Younger, round the back.

- Where's the safe? - Through there. First right.

DOG BARKING, YELPS

MAN: Come here!

Three of 'em jumped me.

Sarge!

PHIL Come here!

Keep still! Stay still!

ROBBER GRUNTS, GROANS

PANTING I don't fancy doing that too often.

- Me neither, Sarge. - Well done, Walker.

Good arrest.

There you go. What do you reckon?

Wow! What do you think?

I think whoever this mystery man is, is a very, very lucky fella.

ROSIE CHUCKLES

Well, you'll know soon enough.

That's if he doesn't stand me up.

ROSIE EXHALES

- He's not here. - Look, it's early yet.

I'll get you a drink.

Well, you're looking lovely tonight, Rosie.

Who's the lucky man? - She's not letting on, Oscar.

Sorry I'm late.

Er... pint, please, Gina.

And whatever Rosie's having.

Oscar will get it. I'm busy.

Satisfactory result all round, last night.

HQ are very pleased.

Good.

I am not pleased, however, that Oscar Blaketon helped you.

As a civilian, he wasn't disobeying any orders.

I don't want that sort of thing going on.

It shouldn't be necessary to go behind my back.

I think we understand each other better now.

Thank you, Sarge.

I've indicated in my report that we had a tip-off from a prisoner.

Good for you. Considering Tony didn't help you at all.

Well, he did, indirectly.

If you hadn't approached me, we would never have known about it.

You're a good bloke, Rob.

I wish I'd known you had fancied me all those years ago.

I'll miss you.

I'm gonna give my marriage another go.

Not for the first time, and probably not for the last.

Good. I hope things work out.

Thanks.

Clare. Clare, er, this is Jackie.

Jackie, Clare. - Hello.

Don't worry, love, I'm just an old friend.

And I'm off now, anyway.

♪ I love you... ♪

- Was I interrupting something? - Of course not.

I only need one pair of healing hands at a time.

I'll get the drinks.

Here he is, the one-armed bandit!

Nothing broken, then, I gather, Bernie?

It'll be fine.

I know you're a funeral director, Bernie,

but jumping into the graves, that's a bit over the top, isn't it?

Well, that won't be happening again.

Ta-da! - Hey.

They're temporary till my new ones are ready.

Hey, very nice! They suit you, glasses.

Well, at least I'll be able to read your menu.

OSCAR CHUCKLES WRYLY

Is that why you're always screw your eyes up, then?

Aye, that's right, David.

Ta-do! Is that what you look like?

GINA LAUGHS 'Ey, Bernie?

You think that's a shock? Wait till you see your Vernon.

LAUGHTER