15x14 - Risky Business

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory ♪

SONG: God Save The Queen

Oh, I just love that Zhivago.

- What did you think of it? - Too long.

- No, it wasn't. - It was way too long.

You were running out of hanky.

Hey. All right?

Don't talk if you don't want to.

Oh, hi, Phil. Debbie. Did you see the film?

Yeah. Well... some of it.

We were a bit busy.

Still on our honeymoon, aren't we?

Hey, stop it. Stop it.

Sorry. We're gonna go for a pint before closing,

do you two want to come with us?

Oh, no, thanks. We've got to get back.

All right, then. We'll see you around.

- Ta-ra. - See you.

Bye.

He's got himself a right handful there.

MUSIC: 'Spoonful' by Cream

♪ Could fill spoons full of diamonds

♪ Could fill spoons full of gold

♪ Just a little spoon of your precious love

♪ Will satisfy my soul

♪ Men lies about it

♪ Some of them cries about it

♪ Some of them dies about it

♪ Everything's afighting about the spoonful

♪ That spoon, that spoon that spoonful... ♪

Premium's gone up again, I see.

Not as much as your profits, I bet.

Is this the figure for the lot?

Yeah, for the all-risks policy.

I'll go elsewhere for your employer's liability.

- ROB: Evening, Oscar. - OSCAR: You're cutting it fine.

Got glued to something on television.

- OSCAR: The usual? - Please.

No Gina tonight?

No, she's gone to the pictures

to see Dr Zhivago for the umpteenth time.

Jack's playing gooseberry between her and Omar Sharif.

POOLEY: Hello, Doctor, how are you?

Good, thank you, Mr Pooley.

Don't tell me. My car insurance is due.

I never said a word.

You do more business in here than I do.

expl*si*n

HORSES NEIGHING

Call the fire brigade!

Sylvie! Sylvia!

Sylvia! Call the brigade!

HORSE NEIGHING

Get that stock out!

STARTS UP TRACTOR

COWS MOOING

MUSIC: 'Hi Ho Silver Lining' by Jeff Beck

♪ You're everywhere and nowhere, baby

♪ That's where you're at

♪ Going down a bumpy hillside

♪ In your hippy hat

Thanks for the lift.

Much obliged.

♪ And getting fat

♪ Saying everything is groovy

♪ When your tyres are flat

Where have you been?

Yeah, sorry about that. Had to get the kids off to school.

Where's Debbie?

She's got a bit of a migraine thing.

What have we got?

Fire started about . First indications are it was deliberate.

Mr Galloway. PC Bellamy.

- Ashfordly Police. - Hello, Mr Galloway.

This is a bad do, in't it? Where were you at the time?

In bed. I was woken by t'sound of t'barn roof cracking.

Have you any idea what might have caused it?

No. But who caused it, that's another matter.

You think someone is responsible?

What do you think?

You have someone in mind?

Aye, Barry Dyson.

Worked here till about a month since.

What makes you think he has anything to do with it?

Cos I sacked him.

- What for? - He were useless.

Well, plenty of people get sacked, Mr Galloway,

but they don't go around setting fire to places.

Maybe not.

So what makes you so sure it was this man?

Cos he's done it before. Go take a look in your little black book.

Barry Dyson.

Convicted of arson five years ago.

Part of the school where he was a pupil was burned down

and he was sent to an approved school.

Anything else?

There was some petty stuff earlier but nothing since.

Right, Walker, you'd better pay him a visit.

Right, Sarge.

Oh, and Bellamy...

I took a message from your wife.

She said could you please add

a pound of streaky bacon to your shopping list.

Right. Er, thanks, Sarge, yes.

Shall I tell her that you're here?

No, no. Let me make it a surprise.

Thanks.

Right.

KNOCKING

CHUCKLES

Well, if it isn't Peggy!

Sweet "Peg of my heart" Armstrong.

Who are you?

The years have obviously been kinder to you than to me, my dear.

Denzil.

Denzil Witty. Whatever are you doing here?

I was in the area. It seemed rude to pass.

But how did you find me?

I came out of the railway station,

I took the first taxi I could find.

He drove me straight here.

Well, he would do cos he lives here.

Total serendipity.

'Ey... This is Denzil, David.

My Herbert's old Army chum.

- Well, come on in. - Oh, thank you.

Will he be wanting this?

DENZIL: Of course I wasn't just a friend of Herbert's.

I was also his rival

for the affections of this lady.

He was very lucky, was Bert.

You always did have a lot of flannel, Denzil.

Anyway, what have you been up to in Leeds all these years?

Well, you could say that I've been putting my flannel to good use.

I spent my time in advertising.

- Done all right, actually. - Oh!

Sold up and got out at the right time.

Though with legal complications

the money has yet to find its way into my pocket.

Oh.

But all in good time.

Would you like another drink?

Or do you fancy something a bit stronger?

Well, why not?

There's some of my home brew in the cupboard.

No, no, David. We only keep that for unblocking the sink.

Why don't we go down to the pub and celebrate?

After all, it could be more years before I see you again.

- Hello. - Mrs Dyson?

- Yes. - PC Walker, Ashfordly Police.

ROB: Is Barry in?

He's upstairs.

What's happened?

I'd like to ask him a few questions.

There's been a fire, hasn't there?

Would you call him for me, please? FOOTSTEPS

What's going on?

There must have been a fire.

- Where? - At Galloway's farm.

A hay barn.

What's that to do with Barry?

I understand you worked for Bill Galloway

until you were sacked four weeks ago.

What of it?

Anyone who knows the farm might be able to help us with our inquiries.

Anyone who knows the farm and has a grudge, you mean.

All right, Mum.

What Barry did is in the past.

He did wrong and he paid the price.

Was it Galloway that put you on to me?

I bet he didn't tell you that Sylvia was the real reason I got the sack.

His daughter?

We're going out and he can't stand it.

Where were you between and midnight last night?

I was here.

Can anyone confirm that?

Yes, me.

He had nothing to do with this fire, Constable, so you let him be.

Wonderful scenery.

You should be here in winter.

The wind whistles off them Russian steppes,

picks up a load of seawater and drops it on you for days on end.

You look very well on it, anyway.

You know, I hadn't reckoned on you

being a lover of the great outdoors, Denzil.

Well, granted I'm more of a townie

but I can appreciate a stretch of countryside for a time.

Then I get bored and hungry for a bit of man-made scenery.

- Like what? - I'll show you.

Pull in here.

DENZIL: Look at that scene.

Virgin territory.

Crying out for an advertising hoarding.

- A hoarding? - Yes.

Steady on, Denzil.

The council don't even allow you to put posters up around these parts,

do they, David? - Only when a prisoner escapes.

If the hoarding is a fixed one, then of course

they could put the block on it.

But if it's on wheels, it's a different cup of tea.

If you stuck an advertisement on a lorry

and parked it facing the road

there's nothing the council could do about it.

What's the verdict?

Ray says it's not worth claiming.

Just like I said.

It's a broken window, Gina.

Yeah. Another broken window.

I know but it'll cost less to repair than the excess on your policy.

I don't know why I bother paying for insurance.

You ask Bill Galloway. I gather his hay barn wasn't insured.

- What? That's awful. - Yeah. Same old story.

Farmers, they just won't listen.

If you don't insure against the risks,

you're gambling with your livelihood.

That's rich coming from a betting man like yourself.

I only gamble what I can afford to lose.

Not what I heard from your ex.

Gossip, eh? Hasn't she got anything better to do?

Yeah. Getting married to Frank Green for one.

Good luck to 'em.

So, any broken-down wreck will do?

Of course. The one in your yard will be perfect.

Hey, that's my truck.

Sorry. No offence.

I know folk who'd pay us to tow away clapped-out vehicles.

Farmers who'd accommodate them on their land?

Plenty if they're gonna make a bob or two.

Well, you set up the sites.

I'll use my... contacts to sell it to advertisers.

A well-sited hoarding

can earn its keep for years.

Here's to us, then, Denzil.

How nice of you to drop by.

ROSIE: Mr Pooley.

- Hello. - Hi.

Mr Scripps sent me over with a cheque for you.

Oh, yes. Thanks.

One of the sensible ones.

We've been talking about the Galloway fire. He wasn't covered.

Oh, flippin' heck. That's rotten luck.

I saw Rob Walker outside Barry Dyson's house.

No surprise there, then.

Why, cos of something that happened years ago?

Wasn't that long ago.

I know how long ago it was. I was at school with him.

Teachers gave him hell because he was a slow reader,

one of these people that see the words differently.

I had a friend like that.

Bright as they come, but couldn't pass an exam.

Still doesn't excuse what happened, though, Rosie.

Got to remember, Bill Galloway sacked him recently.

Meaning?

To be honest he's got to be a suspect

and right or wrong, many people would think the same.

Yeah, so think how much harder it is

for him to get a job than anyone else.

Rosie, if he's kept his nose clean,

he's got nothing to worry about, has he?

My clients are always moaning they can't get farmhands.

Tell him to try Jim Hobson for one.

Right. Thanks, I'll pass this on.

- See you. - GINA: See you, Rosie.

Forensics have confirmed the fire was started deliberately.

So much for the ruddy obvious. Have you got the one you did it?

Barry Dyson has an alibi. He was at home all evening.

- Who says? - His mother.

Huh!

Would it be possible for me to talk to your daughter?

What for?

I understand she and Barry Dyson are close friends.

According to him, maybe.

So is it possible for me to speak to her?

No, she's got an office job in town.

As if there weren't enough work to do here.

Do you have a name for this office?

No.

Mr Galloway...

Look, I've told you who did it, what more do you want?

Evidence. And for that we need your co-operation.

I don't want you upsetting our Sylvia.

Was she the real reason you sacked Barry Dyson?

Well, what if she was?

Truth is, she doesn't much care for him.

I can only be a minute.

The police have been. Your father told them I did it.

I'm sorry. I pleaded with him not to bring you into it.

What's the point? I swear he wants to see me in jail.

Don't say that.

Look, they'll find out who did it then he'll know. He'll come round.

He'll never come round, Sylvie.

If we want to be together we have to get away.

You know that.

I need to save some money.

That's what I've come to tell you about.

There's a job going at Hobson's farm.

I've fixed it to see him later.

If I get it, make some overtime, who knows?

That's great.

Listen, I've got to get back.

Meet me later and tell me if you got it. Usual place?

MUSIC: 'Ha Ha Said The Clown' by Manfred Mann

♪ Ha, ha said the clown

♪ Has the king lost his crown

♪ Is the night being tight on romance

♪ Ha, ha said the clown

♪ Is it bringing you down that you've lost your chance

♪ Time to go, close the show wave the people goodbye...

Look at the state of this.

Don't ask. I don't want to talk about it.

OSCAR: It'll take a miracle to get this on its feet. Whose is it?

Peggy Armstrong's.

Well, tell her to put it out of its misery.

♪ Ha, ha said the clown... ♪

- Hello. - I've come about the job.

- What job? - I phoned Mr Hobson about it.

Well, he's in the barn.

- Done much farm work before? - Yeah.

- Sheep? - Yeah.

- Cattle? - Yeah.

- Beef or dairy? - Both.

- What about pigs? - Not much. No.

I've got a shed full of them. Intensive, like.

Where did you work last?

Upside Farm.

Bill Galloway's place.

What did you say your name were?

Dyson. Barry Dyson.

So... nowt much to do with pigs?

No.

But I'm a quick learner and a good worker.

Well, the fact is I were looking for someone...

with a bit more experience, someone I could trust.

- Do you get me? - Yeah.

I get you.

Dyson was home all night according to his mum.

And do you believe her?

There's no reason not to.

I know Mrs Dyson.

She's a decent sort but...

- She is his mother. - Another cuppa?

Oh. No, thanks. I'd better go.

Did Galloway know about Barry's past before he took him on?

Yes, but he was desperate for a farm hand.

So why did he sack him?

According to Dyson

he thinks it's because he was seeing Galloway's daughter.

Ah. And Father didn't like it?

No. Not one bit.

He's been going out of his mind over it.

Any other possibilities?

Anyone else with a motive? According to Galloway

he hasn't got an enemy in the world.

Bar one.

I'd better dash.

If Dyson really is serious about Sylvia Galloway

why would he want to damage her family farm?

I don't know.

I suppose you could ask the sort of person

who'd set fire to their own school.

See you later.

MUSIC: 'Worry' by Free

♪ When the sleeping streets

♪ Have closed their tired eyes

♪ The fear that creeps

♪ Will move and slowly rise

♪ Your beating heart...

MRS DYSON: Where have you been all this time?

- Why? - All right, Mrs Dyson.

Leave this to us.

What's going on?

This is Sergeant Miller.

I want to know where you've been this evening.

Why? What's up?

Just answer the question.

I went to Hobson's farm. Tried for a job.

- That was almost three hours ago. - So?

- Where have you been since then? - That's my business.

No, lad. That's our business.

What are they on about?

- There's been another fire. - What?

At... Jim Hobson's.

I don't believe this.

Love, you must tell them the truth.

- About what? - Listen to your mother.

There's nothing to tell. I went there for a job.

And he recognised your name, didn't he?

Knew your reputation.

When he turned you down, you got angry, didn't you?

Please, love.

Where have you been all this time?

I haven't set fire to anything, Mum.

And if they think I have, let 'em prove it.

MUSIC: 'Chanson De Matin' by Edward Elgar

Is it far? I'm not exactly wearing the right shoes for hiking.

It's about a quarter of a mile.

I'm surprised. I'd have thought you'd have known this spot.

It's the most beautiful place around here.

Oh, well, pardon me for asking.

It's quite a picture, isn't it?

What the hell is that?

I'll be getting into trouble.

What is it?

There was another fire last night.

- At Hobson's place. - You're kidding!

It started soon after I left there.

Soon after?

- They think I did it. - No.

- Barry... - What?

What?!

You didn't have anything to do with it, did you?

- You as well? - Tell me, Barry.

- I shouldn't have to. - You were upset last night.

Of course I was upset.

I'm never gonna get a job round here, am I?

But you didn't set the fire?

- No. - I'm sorry.

The police were waiting for me when I got in.

Wanted to know where I'd been.

- Did you tell them? - No.

Why not?

Cos then your father would know you were with me.

- But I'm your alibi, Barry. - Even if you told 'em

I could have still started t'fire before meeting you.

What are you gonna do?

Police are set on pinning it on me.

Money or no money, I've got to get away now.

Are you with me?

You know I am.

Well, thanks, anyway.

That was the council's planning officer.

- He can't do a thing. - JACK: What?

If the caravan has wheels

it's classified as temporary and out of their control.

JACK: That's ridiculous.

It's a horrible blight on a beautiful part of Yorkshire.

Don't sh**t the messenger. The law's the law.

But it's only one spot.

Can't we ask Peggy Armstrong to move it somewhere else?

I've just seen Bernie towing in more wrecks.

This might just be the start.

Can't the police do something?

What? The hoardings are on private land.

I say stuff the council and the police.

From here on it's down to direct action.

Are you with us?

SIGHS

Do you think it's a good time to talk to Mr Hobson?

He's just had a fire.

One door goes up in flames, David, another one swings open.

Morning, Brenda. I've come to see your Jim.

You'll have to wait.

I'm putting the claim form in today.

- For the figure agreed? - Yeah.

So how long before I can expect to see the money?

Hard to say. I'll see they don't sit on it.

Make sure you do, cos this farm's bleeding me dry.

Well, since it's on private land,

Mrs Armstrong, trespass is a civil matter.

PEGGY ON PHONE: 'It's wanton destruction of personal property.'

Well, if that's true, we might have to look into it.

'Get out here now. Did you hear what I said?!'

All right, we'll definitely look into it.

'Now!'

- Trouble? - Peggy Armstrong complaining about

the wanton destruction of an advertising hoarding.

An advertising hoarding?

A new enterprise of hers.

Spare me the details.

She's getting pretty steamed up about the damage.

All right, Bellamy. You'd better go and round up the usual vandals.

Oh, that's unnecessary.

The culprit left his moniker on it.

There.

That were an advert for Suds washing powder

before it were painted over.

"Wanton destruction", you said.

- What do you call it? - Charming.

The company paid good money for this site.

And they will not be pleased.

- And you are? - The name's Witty.

Really?

Denzil Witty.

- Yes. - If this vandalism spreads

to other sites

we'll lose a substantial sum of money.

We're talking about a business going down.

With the loss of three jobs.

David, what do you make of this?

- Well, there's no sheep. - PHIL: Eh?

Well, I'd like to see some sheep in it.

PEGGY: Oh, shut up, David.

PHONE RINGS Be with you in a minute, Rob.

Nice bike, that.

Yeah, shame about the face, eh?

That's his calling card. He's a debt collector.

Says he's looking up some old friends.

Yeah, I bet (!)

Hey, what's the latest on last night's fire?

We're still waiting for Forensics.

Well, customers don't reckon much to having an arsonist on the loose.

Don't suppose they mentioned any names?

Only one. Barry Dyson.

Innocent till proven guilty, Gina.

Besides, he has an alibi for the night of the Galloway fire.

Oh, right. I'm glad.

His mum says that he was home all evening.

How could she know?

She was sat two rows in front of me watching Dr Zhivago.

MUSIC: 'Cast Your Fate To The Wind' by Sounds Orchestral

KNOCKING ON DOOR

So, Constable,

what is it this time?

The night of the fire at Bill Galloway's farm.

You said Barry was at home all evening.

- That's right. - You'd swear to that in court?

I'd... swear he had nothing to do with it.

That's not what I asked, Mrs Dyson.

You gave Barry an alibi even though you were at the cinema all evening.

Is that true?

He didn't light that fire.

I'd know if he was lying.

He made a bad mistake once

and he's been punished for it again and again.

Would you call him for me, please?

Barry...

Barry?

He's not in his room, Constable.

He's gone.

And he's taken his things.

- Hiya, Phil. - Hi, Gina.

- Is Jack in? - I think he's expecting you.

How are things at home?

Er... OK, thanks.

- Bit of a change, I expect? - Well, you could say that.

Bachelor boy one day,

wife, three kids, dog, cat and a goldfish the next.

- He's in the snug. - Thanks.

That was good going, Constable. Were they as fast in your day, Oscar?

Naturally. I trained him.

Well, I'm impressed.

When it comes to vandalism,

we're usually looking for kids. Not their teachers.

These days, it's only the kids that have the guts to man the barricades.

Jack, it should be possible to be able to protest

without causing malicious damage. - Not in this case, Bellamy.

If the law won't help us, we have to help ourselves.

Oscar, this isn't a debate. Please keep out of it.

Why? I was there.

Really, Oscar, there's no need.

- I was with him. I helped him. - What for?

Because I love the countryside as much as anyone

and I don't see why greed should be allowed to blight it.

Fine. You've made your point. Now, I'll make mine.

This is an official caution to both of you.

To grow up and behave.

MUSIC: 'Something In The Air' by Thunderclap Newman

Bingo.

Come on.

Come on, move on.

♪ We've got to get together sooner or later

♪ Because the revolution's here

♪ And you know it's right

♪ And you know that it's right

♪ We have got to get it together

♪ We have got to get it together

♪ Now...

Right, everybody out.

CHEERING

- OK, Rosie. - Right.

Let this be the proof...

that we'll defend our countryside to the last.

Whatever the cost, we'll find these things and we'll destroy them.

CHEERING

MILLER: You say the hoarding was on common land?

Yes, Sarge.

Land that everyone is allowed to use.

For the common good. Not narrow commercial interest.

Well, there's nowt narrow about it. Big as a house end.

- Quite. - This sort of wilful criminality

leaves me speechless. As does your attitude, Sergeant.

I can see now where your officers get it from.

Rest assured, Mr Witty, we will deal with the culprits.

Though what we'll charge them with I'm not sure.

What's wrong with theft?

Taking a vehicle without consent. Reckless pushing.

We could always do them for illegally tipping rubbish, Sarge.

We'll think of something.

All right, Bellamy. Better go and bring them in.

What, all of them, Sarge?

It's just that there's been

who've claimed responsibility so far.

- HOBSON: Summat gone wrong? - No.

Looks like your claim's going through.

I'll be glad when this is all over.

Over?

- The cheque in my hand. - Oh, yeah.

Yeah, you've done all right.

You've not done so bad yourself.

It's put the wind up everybody. They must be flocking in.

Not like a fat cheque, though, is it?

But I'd say you've had the lion's share. So far.

So far?

Yeah. I want you to do another one.

Frank Green's warehouse.

You what?

You know how that toerag put the skids under my marriage.

Don't be daft, man. That's all in the past.

Not for me it isn't.

He took my wife and now he's gonna pay.

I did Galloway's place. You did mine. That were the deal.

I know for a fact he's under-insured.

One spark and that place'll go up like a tinderbox.

No, Ray, count me out.

You're not listening, are you?

One word from me to the insurers and you can whistle for your pay-off.

Think of the risk. With the barns, we can make the lad a scapegoat.

Then do it again.

How?

He's sweet on Bill Galloway's girl only he won't let her see him.

- So? - Oh, use your brain, man!

No, it's mad.

Well, it's up to you.

Do it... or say goodbye to your money.

ROB: My bet is he won't go anywhere without Sylvia Galloway.

Where is she?

At the family farm.

As soon as Dyson went missing I tipped off Galloway.

He won't let her out of his sight.

If we keep an eye on the farm he'll turn up sooner or later.

Can we afford to be so complacent with an arsonist on the loose?

- Assuming he's the one. - You still doubt it?

He's got no alibi for either fire and now he's on the run.

He's done everything bar lock the cell door behind him.

And what have we got here?

Ah, yes, the militant wing of the campaign to Save Our Picnic Spots.

I wouldn't trivialise it if I were you, Sergeant.

I don't intend to. Lock them up, Bellamy.

Sarge?

Well, I presume you cautioned them previously about their behaviour?

Well, yes, Sarge.

Then put them away.

Pending further slow and painstaking inquiries.

Right...

All right. I know the way.

Yes, it seems you've become

a bit of a regular fixture round here, Mr Blaketon.

Jack...

ALF: It doesn't pay to make martyrs of them.

I think he's wrong about Barry Dyson as well.

Well, he had the motive and the opportunity and the form.

There's no doubt about that.

It doesn't make sense, Alf.

He had nothing to gain and everything to lose.

Well, if it wasn't him, who?

Someone with something to gain.

Go on.

What about Galloway?

He had nothing to gain financially

but framing Dyson might destroy the relationship with his daughter.

All right, what about Hobson? I hear that he's losing money

on a pig-rearing unit. A big payout would come in handy.

Oh, well. Game, set and match (!)

All I'm saying is that there's others that might have a motive.

Don't forget Pooley, the insurance broker.

Well, his business is booming, there's no doubt about that.

Right. And another thing. When Dyson went round to Hobson's for a job

he said that Mrs Hobson knew nothing about the vacancy.

Who told him there was one?

He got a message from Rosie Cartwright

who had had a tip-off from Ray Pooley.

Well, what are you saying?

Well, suppose Pooley and Hobson colluded

to get Dyson to the farm under false pretences.

Giving the lad both motive and opportunity.

Exactly.

Well, it's neat and plausible.

And damned near unprovable.

Yeah, per cent of the fee upfront to reserve each site.

Thank you, old boy.

Another two sites.

Oh, well, I'd better get busy!

And what's wrong wi' you?

Gina wouldn't serve me at the pub.

Why not?

Cos I've been barred. It's the same at the post office.

Barred?

Yeah. You, too.

Nobody wants to know us on account of

Mr Blaketon and Mr Hollins going to jail.

Jail? My word.

It's about time the police did summat right.

Ri...? It's five miles to another pub!

David! The way business is booming

you'll be able to have beer delivered to your door.

All right. I'll just sit here and drink it on my own, shall I (?)

Oh, by the way, before she threw me out

Gina said that somebody's been asking for you, Mr Denzil.

Me?

Yeah, some biker bloke with a broken nose.

Said he's been catching up with a few old friends.

Really...

- Here you go. - Come on, Bellamy, look lively.

There's your hand.

You think I came down on the last shower?

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know what you've been up to since I've been out, do I?

Are you implying some deviousness on our part?

You're in a cell, Oscar.

People pick up nasty habits in a place like this.

You surprise me. All right, then. You shuffle.

No. Eat this before it gets cold.

- What's this? - Food.

Are you sure?

Wasn't like this in my day, Jack.

Here we go! Look, if you two had agreed

to keep the peace in the first place

we could have all been at home with our feet up, couldn't we?

You still don't get it, do you?

We're making a principled stand here.

- Gonna eat that or not? - Certainly not.

And neither is he.

DOOR OPENS

Oh, thank God. I've been worried to death.

The police were here again. They know I lied about your alibi.

Why is this happening to me?

Don't, love. Don't.

Constable Walker made me promise I'd phone him if you came home.

You've got to face up to this, Barry.

What's the point?

I've been waiting for Sylvia. She didn't show up.

A friend of hers phoned.

Friend? Who?

Didn't say.

She couldn't phone herself but she wanted to meet you.

Where?

Ashfordly. The phone box by Green's Furniture Warehouse.

- When? - Barry,

you've got to phone Constable Walker.

- When does she want to meet? - Tonight. She'll wait.

- I knew she wouldn't let me down. - Oh, Barry...

Barry, please, Barry!

Oh, sorry...

Did I nod off?

Oh, it's no matter, Denzil.

- I was busy cashing up. - Yes.

- Where's David? - Oh, still moping upstairs.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Who's that at this time of night?

- You're not expecting anyone? - No.

No!

- No? - Don't open the door.

With money on the premises, you never know.

PHIL: David? It's Phil Bellamy.

Oh, it's all right. It's only the police.

What's happened now, more vandalism?

No. But it's only a matter of time.

I thought you'd locked up the ringleaders.

That's the problem. They've become martyrs to the cause

now they've gone on hunger strike.

Oh, don't talk daft.

It's the honest truth.

They're refusing food until you back down.

They can do what they like as far as I'm concerned.

And, as a matter of fact, that Oscar Blaketon

could do wi' losing a few pound.

expl*si*n

GLASS SMASHING

COUGHING

- Hey, Barry. Barry. - The fire...

I didn't do it. Back there.

All right, get on. Get on!

Somebody's still in there.

WOMAN: We've already called the fire brigade.

COUGHS

COUGHS

You can't get through. It's blocked.

I'm going to smash a window.

BREAKING GLASS

Here you are, mate. I'll give you a hand.

SIREN

DEEFER WHINES

- Mr Pooley? - Yeah.

Sergeant Miller, Ashfordly Police.

Do the honours, would you, Constable?

Ray Pooley, I'm arresting you on suspicion of arson.

You're not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so

but what you say may be put into writing and given in evidence.

Would you like to change, sir?

Or come as you are?

- David? - Yeah?

Have you seen Denzil?

It's a bit early for him yet, isn't it?

Well, he's not in his room.

And neither is his... case.

- He's done me. - What?

Yeah, the blighter's taken the money and scarpered.

He can't have.

Look! Empty!

I knew there'd be trouble when you said somebody was looking for him.

He didn't find this, though.

Do you not think he'll come back?

Not a chance.

It's a shame, really. We were doing all right.

So, we'll not be able to carry on, then?

Well, how?

Without Denzil getting the advertising,

all we've got is a load of hoardings saying, "Watch this space."

Yeah, and everyone cross with us.

I did well to hide this, though.

Thank you, Mother!

Mother?

Yeah, she told me never to trust a man in a bow tie.

So, despite you rescuing him,

he needed some persuading to grass on Pooley?

Hobson still hoped Pooley would swing the insurance claim

on his barn so he could have money when he got out of prison.

Fat chance.

As soon as we convinced him there was no payout

he was only too keen to shop Pooley. And the rest is history.

Me? All I get is a day off to get my uniform cleaned.

Good news for them two, anyway.

Looks like Jim Galloway's not going to

stand in the way of true love, after all.

'Ey up! Who let you out?

Peggy Armstrong's thrown in the towel.

All charges dropped.

No more hoardings.

In view of our hunger strike

she said it was a humanitarian gesture.

And if you believe that, you believe anything.

They're outside now waiting to be let in.

Go and let them in, then.

No, no. Just throw them out a bottle of pop

and a bag of crisps. - Good idea, Jack.

- But first things first. - Exactly.

What's in the fridge?

What's in the fridge? Why?

- Why? We're starving! - We're starving!