15x02 - The Devil You Know

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♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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

BELL

Come on!

HORN BLARES

Did you see that?

MUSIC: 'It's Not Unusual' by Tom Jones

♪ It's not unusual to be loved by anyone

♪ It's not unusual to have fun with anyone

♪ But when I see you hanging about with anyone

All right? OK?

♪ It's not unusual to see me cry

♪ I wanna die

♪ It's not unusual to go out at any time

♪ But when I see you out and about it's such a crime

♪ If you should ever wanna be loved by anyone... ♪

- Are you all right? - I'm all right.

Just catch that lunatic. This is a one-way street!

What's he doing?

HORN

You'll have to try it again. Go on, get back.

Take it all over. Go on.

More. Go on, back it up.

- Problem, Constable? - I'd say so, sir.

Why's that?

Well, shall we start with you driving dangerously

through a level-crossing? - Me? When?

About seconds before you drove the wrong way up a one-way street.

I'm a stranger to these parts.

If I've made a mistake, I'm very sorry, it won't happen again.

OK?

Look, can you step outside the car, please, sir?

What for?

Out! Please.

That's it, go on, a bit more. Go on. Come on!

You just ran someone off the road, into a parked car.

Lucky they weren't injured.

- Have you been drinking? - No.

I'd like you to prove that. Wait there.

Go on, that's right.

Come on. That's it.

I said wait!

Right, I'm arresting you.

That's it, smashing, lovely.

I'm warning you.

Stay there.

MUSIC: 'Here, There And Everywhere' by The Fourmost

- There you go, Mrs Bakewell. - Thank you, David, dear. How much?

Oh, we'll call it two bob.

Oh, well, there's half a crown.

Thank you.

Now, are you rushing off somewhere?

Er, nowhere special, no.

Oh. Well, if you've a moment, come in.

cos I've got something to show you.

Tell me what you think.

Flippin' 'eck!

It was my Ernie's, bless him.

He always said I was the love of his life.

Well, if I were, this ran me a pretty close second.

Do you like it?

Oh, yeah!

You should try running round it with a duster.

Does it still move and everything?

Oh, yes.

He kept it in perfect running order till the day he died.

Now, the thing is, David,

this house has got a bit too much for me now.

I've been dreading it, but I can't put it off any longer.

Dr Trent wants me to be looked after properly

so I've decided to go and live in an old people's home in Whitby.

And I want to give this to someone who has the space,

someone local I can visit whenever I want to see it again.

Someone like you.

- Me? - Yes.

What do you say?

- How's that? - Ow.

It will be sore for a time.

Let me look at that face.

You spend a lot of time patching up prisoners round here, do you?

Not especially.

When I do... they're usually drunk.

What were you doing?

Just driving through.

I suppose they're a bit short of excitement in these parts, eh?

They're busy enough, I think.

Yeah? You can tell the plod who did this

that my solicitor can get pretty busy on him.

Strictly speaking, I suppose the party should be held

somewhere here in the village.

Oh, like here in the pub, you mean?

well, it is for all-comers. It's not my sh**t, is it?

Yeah, but people can come in here any time.

A party up at the hall's a real treat.

Well, I wouldn't have had to enlist your help at all

if I found a new housekeeper.

Still no luck?

Well, plenty of applicants, they're just all too genteel.

I need someone with an understanding of the countryside

and who's fit enough to keep on top of a rambling old pile like that.

- Oh, you'll find someone. - I hope so.

I'm interviewing again tomorrow.

Gina, you're going to be up at the hall tomorrow.

Maybe you could sit in and give me the benefit of your opinion.

- On the applicants? - No, quite right no.

I've imposed far too much on you already.

Oh, no. No, it's no trouble.

Ooh.

I'd better be off.

- I'll see you tomorrow? - Right. Ta-ra.

Well, you wouldn't think he'd have any trouble finding a housekeeper,

would you?

It's not everybody's cup of tea, is it?

Why not? A decent wage, as much food as you can eat.

Use of a nice cottage thrown in for free.

Not a bad cup of char if you ask me.

KEYS IN LOCK

You took your time.

Yes, well, I had a lot to do.

What's the rush?

Why?

Well, there's a spare cell there, if you're interested.

Rob, I'm at work, in case you hadn't noticed.

Sorry, Doctor.

Anyway, your time might be better spent

getting your story straight for Sergeant Miller.

- My story? - How he came by his injuries.

He was resisting arrest.

I was only trying to help you.

Hold on.

Are you going to have a go at me in your report?

I have to say what I found.

I did what I had to, Helen.

The prisoner thinks differently.

Flippin' Nora.

- I don't believe it. - What?

Well, you'll never guess.

Don Revie walks on water.

Close.

I've been elected Police Federation Rep.

- Never! - I am the chosen one!

Congratulations, Phil.

Yeah, good on you.

You can't be as bad as the last one.

He was rubbish. And he had bad breath.

Well, thanks for that ringing endorsement(!)

Phil's been elected Federation Rep.

Oh, right, well done, mate.

Oh, thanks.

What's up?

Did Dr Trent say anything to you before she left?

No. Why?

She seems to think I used excessive force on Rawson.

- She said that? - Yeah, more or less.

Women. Look, forget it. The bloke's banged to rights.

- Did we search his car? - Yes.

We found some locksmith's tools.

Might just be legit, but...

Well, it's my guess he was trying to hide them from you.

If he's going to make a complaint against me,

I'm going to need something a bit more solid

than a guess to level against him.

Well, Alf's checking his ID and an address in York.

I wouldn't hold your breath. He was a right jobsworth,

the one I spoke to on the other end of the phone.

I could interrogate him.

- Do us a favour! - Why not?

Well, does he look the sort

who'd roll over and have his tummy tickled(?)

Alf, did he see you when Rob brought him in?

No, I was out. Why?

Just a thought.

Character reference? What for?

Cos I'm applying for the job of housekeeper at Ashfordly Hall.

(LAUGHS)

Sorry, thought you said housekeeper at Ashfordly Hall.

I did.

What do you know about keeping house?

Keeping ferrets, yes.

Keeping schtum, maybe, but keeping house? Never!

Well, I hope you're not going to be writing that in my reference.

No, because I won't be writing one.

Do you know, Bernie Scripps,

underneath that whiskery grandad routine of yours,

beats a heart of solid stone?

Do you really think it's the sort of job, though, for you, Peggy?

Look, a decent wage, all the grub I can eat and a rent-free cottage?

I should say so, wouldn't you?

- A cottage? - Yes.

You mean you'd be moving out of your room?

Sadly, yes.

But you'll be able to visit whenever you like, David.

I mean, if her heart's set on this job, Mr Scripps,

perhaps you could... you know...

Lie.

"I have known Peggy Armstrong for many years,

and know her to be a person of..."

Honesty and integrity?

- The utmost. - What?

A person of the utmost honesty and integrity.

Come on, Peggy, you don't want to over-egg the pudding.

I'm not. You are.

We're stuck for space.

So you've got company.

You, in you go.

Dump.

Hey, what about a cup of tea?

Flamin' coppers.

What are you doing in here?

Minding my own business.

You're a stranger in these parts. Am I right?

Well, this lot, they'll fit you up as soon as look at you.

Rubbish, they are!

I can, er, put you onto a local brief...

Someone that sees things our way, if you get me.

I can look after myself.

Hm.

Has someone given you a slap?

Aye.

People are always walking into doors round here.

That copper just now, he's a thug. I'll have him one day.

Sure you will, Grandad(!)

Well, your blood pressure's fine and your chest sounds good.

Could it be something I've eaten?

Possibly.

Or drank. Something home-brewed perhaps.

I beg your pardon?!

Alcohol can cause problems to the digestive system.

No, moderation in all things has always been my motto, Doctor.

Really?

Yeah, just enough alcohol to lubricate the tubes and no more.

Well, I can find absolutely nothing wrong with you.

Well, that's a relief. Now, if you'd just put that down in a letter.

Put it down?

In case I want to prove my fitness to anyone.

You know, insurance company perhaps.

Or future employer.

Letters of that sort are generally a private matter.

Well, I'm not going to show it to all and sundry!

I mean, there's usually a fee involved.

Well, you've already spent the time, haven't you?

Armley, that's where I've seen you before. Armley prison.

No.

I never forget a face. That's funny... Are you sure?

Got you. Strangeways.

Listen, I was in Leicester, right?

Now, do me a favour and belt up.

Leicester? No... I've never done time in Leicester.

Long stretch?

- Two year. - What for?

Tell me, and then I'll shut up.

I open doors. I'm a locksmith.

You know Ken Page?

How about Gary Franklin from North Allerton?

And what would they be breaking into?

A piggy bank or the milk money(?)

I suppose they ARE local lads.

I'm talking strongroom doors.

- Safe deposit boxes. - First division?

Yeah.

Have you thought of having a go at this door?

I've no need to.

I'll be out of here soon enough.

How's that?

I know the gaffer.

Miller?

Know him well, do you?

Well enough to spring me clear of the earache you're dishing out.

- Thank you, Geoff. - Was he drunk?

Well, we don't know. He refused to give a breath test.

More or less admitted it, then.

That's how the courts will see it.

He could have k*lled me.

Well, we've got him now, Mrs Jowett.

Justice will be done in due course.

Hm.

KEYS IN LOCK

You, out.

Any joy?

Not really. He's a con.

- He knows his way round. - Yeah, we know that already.

He's a locksmith.

He served time in Leicester

and he mixes with a lot of top-drawer villains.

So, what's he doing here, then?

Just passing through, he said.

Yeah, sure.

Well, did he say anything else?

Not really, no.

- Hello. - Three gallons, please.

David?

David.

Hello, Mrs Bakewell.

My friend Hilda and me, we've just been to Whitby.

It's very nice. I've got a room with a sea view, it's all arranged

and I'm moving next week.

Oh, I see.

I'm sorry to rush you, love,

but have you thought any more about Ernie's train set?

I've not thought of much else.

Do you think you'll have room for it?

Well, I'm not sure right now.

Oh.

Well, should I try somebody else?

Oh, no, no.

What I mean is I'm not absolutely sure.

But I'm as good as certain.

- What's this all about, Walker? - Sarge?

According to Dr Trent,

we have a prisoner recovering from a shoulder injury

and carrying a medley of cuts and bruises.

He resisted arrest. I had no choice.

Really?

He drove through a level crossing just as the gates were closing.

Before driving up a one-way street,

causing a car to collide with another vehicle.

When I caught up with him, he refused a breath test.

- You pursued him? - Yes, Sergeant.

So your blood was up?

Maybe so, but still, he tried to make a run for it.

- Got witnesses? - Possibly.

- Names? - No.

Look, Sarge, he acted as if he was up to something.

He was carrying locksmith's gear, the works.

Alf's been on to Records about him.

- And? - Er, nothing yet.

But he's not local.

Look, Rob didn't catch him on the job, Sarge,

but we reckon he was on his way to do one.

I'd better have a word with him, see which way the wind's blowing.

- What's his name? - Rawson. Ken Rawson.

He's from the York area.

You might know him.

No, I don't think so.

- Bellamy? - Right, Sarge.

- Hello, George. - I was waiting.

- I got held up. - So I heard.

Keen sort of copper you got round here.

Why go out of your way to rile him?

Well, I'd had a drink.

Nothing much, but enough to turn the crystals.

So, you drive like a maniac, thump a bobby. Very inconspicuous.

Well done (!)

Yeah, well, nothing you can't handle for me, eh?

Why did you want to see me?

- I've got something. - On this patch?

Something back in York.

Then why come to me?

I can't trust nobody at your old nick.

You and me had a good thing going, George.

You got good tip-offs, and I got top dollar.

People move on.

Even snouts.

You've moved on right enough, but not up, eh?

I reckon it was a bad day for both of us

when you came out here to count sheep.

I always had you down for a top job in York.

- They're filled. - Not for much longer.

Hamill's moving south.

Didn't your old mates tell you?

Lucky I came by, George.

Vacancies are always posted, Ken.

Yeah, but not soon enough for you to get an inside track.

How do you mean?

Remember those building society jobs just before you left?

Yeah.

Half a million quid gone and not a sniff. Embarrassing.

What's that to do with me?

I told you, I've got something.

- A sure lead? - Did I ever sell you rubbish?

I reckon there could be some very, very grateful people

if you could crack it for 'em, George.

Grateful enough, I reckon, to make you favourite when Hamill ships out.

How long is it since you worked here?

years.

You think they're going to remember you well enough

to write you a reference? - You let me worry about that.

Now then, give me a moment or two, then come in after me. All right?

Hey. Couldn't I just wait here for you?

David!

Will you do as I say, please?

Look, I'm really set on getting this job.

So don't let me down.

- Room , sir. - Thank you.

Can you help me, please?

That young man that's just come in, he's been following me.

Christopher.

- What did you do that for? - I said out!

The prisoner wants to know if I'm feeding you raw meat, Walker.

Sarge?

He's threatening to make a formal complaint.

That's ridiculous. It was nothing.

He's just trying to put us off by sending him to court.

Maybe so. But now that he's made these allegations

your evidence might seem hostile, rather than independent.

Well, does that matter?

It muddies the waters, wouldn't you say?

What about refusing a breath test? He can't get out of that, can he?

Thank you, Younger.

The fact is, given our current manpower situation,

the suspension of one of my officers

is not something that I want to risk.

I'm not with you, Sarge.

I'm proposing to do a deal.

Rawson receives cautions on the offences

in return for him dropping any complaint.

You mean, he walks?

- Scot-free? - Never!

I'm not happy with the situation either,

but sometimes I have to be pragmatic.

With respect, Sarge, I don't think we can do that

without getting into trouble with Mrs Jowett.

We'll just have to explain to her

how the evidence has been compromised.

All right, Sarge, if I find other witnesses,

we won't have to play it Rawson's way.

I can prove his complaint was utter nonsense.

And Records haven't got back to Alf yet, Sarge,

but we're sure he's got serious form.

All right. I'll give you more time.

But if you haven't come up with anything by tomorrow,

I'm turning Rawson loose.

Oh, er, Younger...

Sergeant.

My squad car's filthy. Clean it, would you?

And...

..punctual.

Puh-uh...

Punctual.

Hard-working and punc...

..tual.

- Ah, evening, Alf. - Oscar.

- Gina. - Hiya, Alf.

What can I get you?

Er, no, I'll get them. I'm only here for the one.

A pint of bitter, please, and one for Rob.

You were very quiet today when Miller had his brainstorm.

Was I?

Since when does he lose sleep over a villain with a broken fingernail?

Oscar, could I have a word? Somewhere quiet.

Yeah, come through to the snug.

- Won't be long. - Cheers.

Rob.

- Drink? - Thanks.

G&T.

Barry? George Miller.

Not so bad. How's yourself?

Good.

Listen, is it true what I'm hearing about Hamill? Is he really leaving?

Well, I still have my spies.

How did this "other bloke" discover

that the prisoner had some kind of immunity?

He went into his cell pretending to be a fellow prisoner.

Oh, you were playing the old lag again, were you, Alf?

Well, that trick always was more trouble than it was worth.

Seriously though, what should I do?

Well, if Miller is doing favours for villains,

that needs rooting out.

And nobody's in a better position than you to tackle it.

I mean, your pension's safe.

And technically, he's not your employer. The local authority is.

I'd still be on my back if I get it wrong.

Yeah, well, be that as it may,

you can't leave it to the others.

I suppose not.

Well, at least Miller's taking me seriously.

It wasn't you I was thinking about.

No. Sorry.

From his reaction, you'd think I'd taken the bloke apart or something.

My report wasn't that dramatic, I promise.

You managed to find every bruise, though.

You shouldn't be such a roughneck.

You haven't asked me about my bruises yet.

Bruises? Where?

There?

Well, that's a start.

♪ MUSIC: 'Carousel' by The Hollies

How are you doing?

- Constable Walker. - What's up?

I think you saw me arrest a man outside the gate yesterday.

Oh, yeah.

Can you tell me what happened?

I saw you give the bloke a good hiding.

Made my day.

Right, you saw me give him a good hiding.

Well... I suppose he gave as good as he got.

But then you slammed him down over the bonnet

for two falls and a submission. It were a right laugh!

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, but I need to know what you really saw.

Why? Are you in trouble?

The man has made a complaint.

No!

He were playing hard to get.

Tried to get back in the car, didn't he?

It were no more than a scuffle.

Handbags at paces.

- Have all six turned up? - Yeah, they're all here.

Good morning, everyone, and welcome to Ashfordly Hall.

Now, before we get down to the interviews proper,

I thought I'd give you a quick tour of the house,

show you what you're letting yourselves in for,

and, er, who knows, induce second thoughts in one or two of you.

So, if you'd all care to follow me,

we'll head this way down towards the dining room.

Later today this room will be laid out for a party

which Miss Ward is very kindly organising.

I'm afraid the stairs and passageways

present few opportunities for labour-saving.

We do, I believe, have a suction cleaner,

but by and large my staff rely on good, old-fashioned elbow grease.

- What's up? - What do you think?

Well, you should have done a better job the first time.

I shouldn't be washing cars! It's just not part of police work.

It's just how it is, Geoff.

I'm making an official complaint.

- You what? - To my Federation Rep.

I've downed tools.

'Ey, now, listen, mate.

- I'm upset, Phil. - Yes, I can see that, but...

And I want YOU to tell HIM.

Right, well, erm...

I don't reckon that Miller's in a very good mood at the moment.

Neither am I.

Right.

Well, leave it with me, then.

Right, ladies, you've got your menus, so you can now start.

MUSIC: 'Don't Stop The Carnival' by Alan Price

Yes?

I've, erm, just had word from Records about Rawson.

- Yes? - He's got plenty of form.

But nothing for the last three years.

Right.

But I suppose you knew that already.

Me? I'm not with you.

Well, I gather he was well known to you.

- Who says? - He said.

I went into his cell,

posing as a fellow prisoner.

And whose idea was that?

Mine.

You're a liar.

That's a bit like the pot calling the kettle, Sarge.

If you've got something to say, say it.

Well, Rawson said that you'd make sure the charge wouldn't stick.

He made out that you were pretty much in his pocket.

When did this deception take place?

Yesterday.

Why didn't you come to me before?

Well, I wasn't going to jump to conclusions on Rawson's word.

And then you were all for letting him go...

Seemed to confirm his story.

- Who else knows about this? - No-one.

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Sarge? - Yes?

I've got statements from the driving instructor

who saw Rawson go through the level crossing,

and another man who saw him resist arrest.

Now, he says, "It was no more than a scuffle."

I reckon that puts me in the clear.

Right. Thank you, Walker.

If you want to continue to work here, Mr Ventress,

I suggest you keep this conversation to yourself.

Do come in, Mrs Armstrong.

Take a seat.

Well, according to your references, Mrs Armstrong,

you're a woman of many talents.

And ages.

Which of these is it to be?

. Really?

Well, your doctor certainly gives you a clean bill of health.

I'm as fit as a fiddle, Your Lordship.

Your stairs and corridors hold no terrors for me.

Which is more than can be said for some of them out there.

You should hear their chests whistling.

Shocking.

Well, whilst physical fitness is important,

an expertise in household matters is even more so.

So, Gina, where did Mrs Armstrong come on the aptitude tests?

Well, she wasn't as well placed as others.

Apart from the pheasant plucking.

But where exactly, apart from the pheasant plucking?

Bottom.

I beg your pardon!

There must be something wrong with your sums, dear.

You came last by a long chalk.

But that was because somebody sabotaged my napkin.

Most regrettable, too, Mrs Armstrong.

But tell me, what do you think you can bring to this job?

Well, for a start, I'm the only local applying.

Which means I can put your visitors straight on country matters.

I mean, I may not be a dab hand with a doily,

but give me a pair of rubber gloves and a stiff brush

and your front step won't know what's hit it.

Well, your employer's reference at the Royal Hotel

is certainly very fulsome.

How long ago did you work there?

Ah, well, I haven't worked there for several years,

but when I went round to see Mr Froscott,

he recognised me straight away.

"Hard-working and punctual, popular with both guests and staff alike."

A veritable human dynamo.

PHONE RINGS Excuse me.

Ashfordly.

Yes.

I see.

Really?

Well, I appreciate you calling me.

Thank you very much indeed. Goodbye.

It is my custom of course to check the authenticity of references,

Mrs Armstrong. - Oh.

Your Mr Froscott, for example,

seems that he's no longer at the hotel in question.

Well, he never said anything to me about moving on.

Which doesn't surprise me, Mrs Armstrong, because he died.

Three weeks ago.

But judging from the date on this reference here,

he thought so highly of you that he wrote it from the grave.

Mrs Armstrong?

He'll be sorry. You see if he in't.

Who?

That toffee-nosed twit in there!

Why, what's happened?

I were ruled out on a technicality.

Best applicant by far.

So you're out of it?

I'm well out of it.

No rent-free cottage?

Take me home, I want to polish my g*n!

Yes, Bellamy.

Erm, I wanted to have a word, Sarge, if you've got a moment.

- Can it wait? - Well, yes, I suppose so.

Good. Because I want a word with you and the other lads in the duty room.

Right, Sarge.

- Well? - Not now. Move.

What did he say?

Not now.

All right, if you'd all stop what you're doing for a moment.

I have a confession to make.

Contrary to the impression that I may have given,

the prisoner Rawson IS known to me.

During my time at York, he was my best snout.

When Walker arrested him yesterday,

he was on his way to meet me

with information regarding a serious crime.

Is that why you believed his word against mine, Sarge?

I didn't. But I knew if we prosecute,

we wouldn't get the information to win a much bigger prize.

It won't be our prize, though, will it?

It'll be referred back to York.

Here, York, what's the difference? We're all the same force, aren't we?

All right, what happens when this bloke has some more information?

He can just breeze in and make fools of us all again?

You're refusing to see the bigger picture, Walker.

Maybe I am, but what about justice for all?

Meaning?

You're asking us to short-change people like Mrs Jowett

just to keep a snout sweet?

I'm disappointed, Walker.

With respect, Sarge, so am I.

Then we'll both have to get over it, won't we?

Bellamy! You wanted a word.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly police station.

Just a second, please. Alf.

Someone from York.

Now, what is it?

Yes, er, well, erm...

Geoff's asked me to have a word with you, Sarge.

Cat got his tongue or something?

No, he asked me to act in my official capacity, Sarge.

I've been elected Federation Rep.

Is that so?

Well, well. Another string to your bow.

Yes, Sarge.

Then fire away.

Yes, well...

As I say, Geoff wanted me to have a word with you

about him... washing cars.

He doesn't think it's a suitable job for a constable.

Has he found that written down in Federation guidelines?

No, Sarge.

Then I can only assume he thinks

that I've promoted him beyond his abilities.

Well, with respect, Sarge, I don't think it's unreasonable

of Geoff to ask the question.

Over the years, we've all had to wash a car or two.

But if he wants to be different, so be it.

I'll find some other chores for him to do.

Something involving rods and plungers.

Yes, Sarge.

Oh, and, Bellamy...

This new calling of yours,

it is to be done in addition, and not instead of,

your usual duties around here.

Sarge.

Thanks. That's very useful.

Is he free?

I'd give it five if I was you, Alf.

I'll go make a cuppa.

Well?

Well, he says if you don't want to wash cars you don't have to.

Well, that's great. What did you say?

- I just told him straight. - what, and he folded?

More or less.

- I owe you one, mate. - Yeah, well, no rush.

Why not?

Well, he wasn't exactly happy, that's all.

He wasn't?

No. Eyes all flinty like pebbles, he had.

Look, as Federation Rep, I think I've done my job.

As your mate, I've done you no favours at all.

Right.

Had I better...?

I think you should.

Yes.

Oh, I was just going to phone you.

I was passing, I thought I'd call.

Well, I'm glad you did, love. Come in. Come in.

I've had some good news about the cottage.

I've just accepted an offer from a young couple.

They paid a deposit and they want to move in as soon as possible.

Oh.

- Many late entries, Blaketon? - Just a few, milord.

Well, well, well, Peggy Armstrong. Armed to the teeth, I see.

Still open for business?

Of course. All comers are welcome.

Ten bob, in the box.

Ever shot clay pigeons before, Mrs Armstrong?

No. I've never seen the point.

I prefer to eat dinner not debris.

As a beginner, you might find it trickier than you think.

You could do worse than watch His Lordship.

He always sets the mark.

Stuff that. I came to sh**t, not take lessons.

As you will, Mrs Armstrong.

Just make sure you don't win the booby prize.

Because that would make it two in one day,

wouldn't it?

KNOCK AT DOOR Yes?

I've, er... just been talking to York

about our friend Rawson.

And it was mentioned in passing

that one of their inspectors might be leaving.

Yes?

And that you might be applying for the job.

Is that true?

I'm not sure that that's any of your business.

Well, I'll take it as a yes, then.

You should know better than to listen to tittle-tattle.

There's no smoke without fire.

If Rawson was to help you solve a big case,

it won't harm your chances.

More idle gossip.

That may be so,

but if it's true, what's worth more?

A job courtesy of a career villain, or the trust of the men under you?

You've got a very good team here, Sarge.

- Anything else? - Yes.

Apparently there's a warrant out for Rawson.

Oh, yes?

He failed to appear at a court hearing last week.

- On what charge? - Drink driving.

Now, that's something that might help you put things right.

Pull!

Over to you, Mrs Armstrong.

Pull!

Pull!

Beginner's luck, milord.

Pull!

Pull!

CLAPPING

About time. Have you got the money?

Yes.

OK. Let's get on with it so I can be out of this dump.

- It's not that simple, Ken. - Why not?

The men have smelt a rat.

I can't let you go scot-free without arousing suspicion.

Suspicion? Don't give me that.

You're the boss, you don't give a damn what they think.

Oh, that's where you're wrong.

Sure(!)

So... this is the deal.

We drop the charge for refusing to give a breath sample,

and reduce the Dangerous Driving to Driving Without Due Care.

Due care? Just to keep you looking straight?

- Take it or leave it. - You've gone soft, George.

Yes, or no.

Let's see the money.

Second place, points, Lord Ashfordly.

But the winner, by a clear margin, points,

the Annie Oakley of Aidensfield,

Mrs Peggy Armstrong!

Congratulations, Mrs Armstrong. Very fine sh**ting indeed.

Gina'll be in touch about the party.

Why?

She'll want to know how you're going to pay for it.

- You what? - Didn't you read the small print?

The winner pays for the party.

Why do you think we let Lord Ashfordly win every year?

Eh?

Er, pen?

Oh, you don't give an inch, do you?

Dead right we don't.

Just a minute!

Oh, yes. Alf?

Could you say goodbye to the gentleman, please?

Oh. Cheery-bye.

Right bunch of comedians.

You don't know the half of it, sir.

FOOTSTEPS

- Back where we started, eh? - Sort of.

Ken Rawson, I have reason to believe

a warrant has been issued for your arrest.

More jokes?

No jokes. Be my guest. Make a run for it.

Get me Miller.

I think you'll find he's busy.

The man was Dennis Sims and the inside information

came from a desk clerk, name of Sandra Carson.

Yes, Carson.

My pleasure. Go wrap it up.

Bye. DOOR OPENS

Er, you want to see Rawson before we ship him back?

No, I think I'll give that a miss.

That's just as well. He's pretty steamed up.

Oh, and, Alf?

I'll not be applying for that job.

The men'll be glad to hear it, Sarge.

Thank you, Alf.

David, we're going to be late!

Are you in there?

What the devil...?!

David!