06x05 - Something of Value

[bunniefuu]

Heartbeat, why do you miss
when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory?

Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory?

Water these days and it won't be long

You're gonna search for me and down
the road I'm gone 'cause I've been moved

Oh yes, I believe, I believe to my
soul Try to mess around with me

Al, Paul Arter has turned over last night.

Paul Arter?

Thousands of pounds worth of booze, lifted.

Well, didn't anyone hear the alarm?

Goes off like World w*r , that job.

It was nobbled.
I reckon it was an inside job, Alf.

Well, first I thought someone might
be after that old racehorse of mine

again, but he's safe and sound.

Anyone see what could
have made these tracks?

No, but one of the
tenants had a lorry

moving about the
estate, so he called me up.

What time was this?

Shortly after midnight.

And what other livestock
do you have on the estate?

Just sheep. A few hundred or so.
We'll be counting them later today.

Control to Delta Alpha - .

Excuse me, sir.

Delta Alpha - receiving.

I want you here, Rowan.

Right, Sarge, yeah, just as soon as I can.

I mean right now. Over and out.

Well, it seems I'm nearly
back at the station, sir.

If there are sheep rustlers around, it
might be worth putting somebody on

patrol at night.

But who? I've had to lay
off all the essential staff.

Well, that might be what
attracted your visitors.

Yes.

Well, goodbye, sir.

Okay, Rowan. Thank you.

Down, down, down!

We've got trucks and vans
coming and going every working day.

Burglar alarms in perfect
working order, Sarge.

Are you sure it was
switched on last night, sir?

Yes. I did so myself.

Do you know the value of
what's been stolen yet, sir?

Could be ten thousand pounds or more.

I want a detailed
report on all this, Rowan.

Deliveries, pick-ups, statements
from the staff, including an account of

their whereabouts last night.

And Ventress, from you, I want a
statement on the security aspect.

And, Rowan, this investigation
will be your number one priority.

Right, Sarge.

I'll expect your report on
my desk in the morning.

First thing.

Just my luck.

I'm supposed to take Joe out tonight.

Oh, it's a bit of a letdown for me, too.

Yeah, why's that?

Well, I was hoping that we'd meet
for a drink tonight, after work like.

Well, you heard what he said.
I'd better get on with that report.

Well, it'll have to wait, then, won't it?

Well, if it's important, Alf.

Oh, no, it'll hold.

Look, I'll see you at the Aidensfield
Arms when you come off duty.

Well, if you're sure.

Is this business?

A bit of both, really.

Look, I just wanted to
say we can't go out tonight.

You've had a better offer.

If we start now, I might just finish
the report break tomorrow morning.

I was looking forward
to seeing you tonight.

Well, only so we can't go out.

Not that we can't see each other.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Supper's almost ready.

All right, thanks.

Thank Eileen.

All I did was turn the oven on.

I was reading that.

Well, it's only a list of stolen booze.

No ordinary booze, Nick.

You're a wine expert now, eh?

I used to spend my summers
picking grapes in France.

You learn a thing or two.

Such as?

Chateau Hickem, Chateau Lafite.

Your thieves have the
very best taste in wine.

Excuse me.

Aidensfield Police.

Hello?

Hello?

PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

Nick.

It's Alf.

Hello, Alf.

I'm sorry I missed you at the pub.

Something came up.

Was everything all right?

Fine.

I'll see you then.

This must be a big case if
you're all putting in extra time.

Blaketon's orders.

I think he's trying to impress HQ.

Brownie points for you too.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Where do you move on to after Aidensfield?

I haven't really thought about it.

Why?

I was just wondering.

Well, I'd given up planning too far ahead.

Why? What's wrong with what I do here?

Nothing's wrong with it.

But?

Well, there must come a time
when it stops being a challenge.

Well, no, no.

It is still a challenge.

Anyway, I like it here.

Greengrass!

Morning, my lord.

I hope you realise
it's illegal to sh**t

people, my lord,
even on your own land.

And I'm not doing no wrong.

I mean, I was just rambling.

Yes, you are, Greengrass. I'm to the back.

The casks were bought
by customers at the estates.

And later bottled here
according to their specifications.

Did the Polans bottle the
rest of the wine stored here?

No, all estate bottled.

The stolen items were
still in their original cartons.

Port marked to show
where the sediment lies.

And none of these are labelled.

They never are.

Not until they leave the premises.

The humidity in here destroys
labels, which is rather puzzling.

Nothing can be publicly
sold without authentic labels.

The idea is to profit from
their quality and rarity value.

Well, the stuff they took,
how rare is it, Mr Loftus?

Rare as rocking horse droppings, Mr Rowan.

You admit this is game
poached from my estate?

It's not really poached, my lord.

I mean, that cock pheasant flew
into a tree and it dropped at my feet.

It wasn't any point leaving it.
They attract vermin.

And the hen committed su1c1de
with the help of a poacher's shotgun.

Shotgun?

The one hidden in your inner pocket.

The rabbits, fair enough.

But poaching my game birds,
Greengrass, is not acceptable.

I can prosecute.

You mean persecute?

Or give you the chance to redeem yourself.

What do you mean? Pay compensation in cash?

Compensation in kind.

Your service is to keep
intruders off this estate at night.

Unpaid, of course.

Morning, Alf.

Sorry about last night, Nick.

What was the problem?

We'll have to wait.

Well, I got the impression it was urgent.

Well, it's sort of personal.

It's not the time or place.

So when shall we talk?

I'll let you know. Best get in.

Security, check all staff
off the premises at night.

Mr Loftus and two of his
senior people actually lock up.

Anyone missing from the security list?

Two of the warehouse staff.

I've established one of them is on holiday.

The other, Brian Harper, took emergency
leave to visit relatives in London.

Cheers, Phil.

When?

The day the raid took place.

I want a statement from
him as soon as possible.

His wife said he's due back tomorrow.

What about the hauliers who picked
up and delivered from Pollard's the day

of the robbery?

Only one delivery. Local firm.
I'm seeing the owner today.

Well, apart from a missing arbor,
this is pretty dismal stuff, Rowan.

There is one possible lead.

Look at this list of stolen goods.

There's about cases of branded
spirits and cases of wine and port.

Wine and port is very expensive.
It must be rare stuff, Sarge.

Traceable?

Well, the bottles are unlabelled.
You won't get a decent price for it.

Why are they nicking them?

Well, maybe they had
someone lined up in advance.

Either that, or the thieves
are rare wine fanciers.

You're not following me about, are you?

What are you doing here?

You know, I'm employed by Wallace's
as a salvage, distributing and disposing

contractor.

What, you mean you're
clearing out their rubbish?

No, Dennis. Is that all there is?

Yeah, that's it.

Who's that?

Dennis Cox. He's an old mate.
He got me the job.

Well, it's nice to see someone's
looking out for you, Phil.

Right, well, if you're finished with
me, I'll sort out the other rubbish.

Can I help you?

Mr Wallace?

That's right.

PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

I just need to ask
a few questions

about your delivery
to Pollard's yesterday.

Oh, yes. My drivers are all clean.
So are their driving histories.

Any of them been in trouble with the law?

No. I check and double-check, Mr Rowan.

Was it your first delivery to Pollard's?

That's right. New contract.

Do you know the promises?

No.

Right.

Well, I think that's it, then.

It's not my place to
teach a man his job,

but I know this business
most wholly as do.

Well, I'd appreciate any help.

The man you're looking for is no villain.
I'll lay odds on.

He's just a regular member of staff.

A bloke who happens
to be strapped for cash.

Well, thanks.
I'll mention that to my sergeant.

I was hoping maybe it could be later today.

Well, as I say, it's urgent.

Considerably more than
our present arrangement.

Aye. Thanks. I'll see you later, then.

Al, Charlie Wallace, the local haulier.
What do we know about him?

Well, there's nothing on
file, if that's what you mean.

What about the people that work for him?

Well, give us a chance, isn't it, Jack?

Old misery guts. It's all we
seem to get from him these days.

Yeah, I know. Any idea why?

Search me.

Just try another little bit of banana.

Do you want me to do it? Good girl.

Go on, do you want some more?

Nice.

Shall I take over?

Yeah, thanks, Eileen.

Hello, Alf.

Is it a bad time?

No, no, come in.

Hello, Alf.

Eileen.

Can I get you something?

No, thanks.

What I came to ask... Anyway,
the thing is... I'm short of cash.

Oh, I've got three pounds in my bag.

Thanks, but... How
much do you need?

A lot.

I'll leave you two to talk.
I'll take Katie upstairs.

Come on, sweetheart.

Exactly how much?

Twelve hundred, give or take.

That's nearly two years' wages.

I know.

Well, I've had a word with the bank.

That's what our house is worth.

And we've already got a mortgage on that.

I've even been to a loan shark.

You're my last port of call, Nick.

Family crisis of some sort?

It isn't, it isn't.

Mrs Ventress, no?

No, and I don't want her to either.
Not if I can help it.

Look, it's got to be sorted out, Nick.

How can I lay my hands
on twelve hundred quid?

That's a lot of money.

Well, there is... There is
something that's crossed my mind.

And I don't think I've
got a right to mention it.

If it means I can help, let's hear it.

I don't know how to say it.

Go on.

It's about Kate, Nick.

About her insurance.

I remember you mentioning
how much... Oh, no, I can't.

It's not right.

Every last cent of that money
is tied up in a trust for Katie.

See?

Right.

Any road, I'm obliged.

Sorry for coming in.

Alf.

Alf.

Alf, wait.

Morning, sir.

Morning, Ryan.

That business the other night, we
don't appear to have lost any sheep.

I'm glad to hear it, sir.

Something must have scared them off.

Oh, yeah, sounds like it.

I know. I've asked Greengrass to keep
an eye out in case they show up again.

Greengrass?

Why not? He treats my estate
like his own personal ladder.

About time he paid his dues.

Are you sure you've got the right man, sir?

Absolutely.
Takes a thief to catch a thief, Ryan.

Have you tried to contact Harper's wife?

A neighbour didn't know
the lead's address, Sarge.

Now, Harper clocks off, supposedly
a few hours before Pollard's is raided,

and then he just vanishes into thin air.

Now, we need to find him.

I dug out the number of Harper's
car, Sarge, and circulated it in London.

It's his last known destination.

Is that it?

I've asked HQ for any information
about unsolved warehouse raids.

It's the one on this patch
I'm interested in, Rowan.

Yeah, but we still don't know whether
it's an isolated incident or part of a

pattern, Sarge.

Sorry, George. It's rabbit or nothing.

If it wasn't for you,
I wouldn't have put

pheasant on my
special menu tonight.

That's true.

What do I tell the customers who've booked?

Lord let you down.

Bernie, do shut up.

If you sold that game on
to any of my competitors...

George, how many
times do I have to tell you?

There is no game, and there
ain't going to be any game.

Well, here comes trouble.

Morning, gentlemen.

Morning.

Busy at nights out here, Claude.

Who told you that?

Lord Ashfordly.

Yeah, well, I must admit, me and his
lordship do have a certain arrangement.

Caught you at it, did he?

If you don't shut up, Bernie, you'll
be arranging your own funeral.

A Van of some sort's been
moving round there at night.

You see or hear anything,
I want to know first.

You've got no worries,
have you, with me on the job?

Your lot are a little bit
surplus to requirements.

You working for Lord Ashfordly?

His lordship's engaged
me to be a deterrent

against its ne'er-do-Wells
as po achers.

You ruddy old hypocrite.

Whoa, look at this place.

Go in.

Oh, come on.

Whoa!

Hi, Nick.

Hello, Phil.

HQ delivered this for you.

Oh, thanks.

Is Alfie in yet?

No.

Said he had a medical
appointment or something.

Just about had it with him, mate.

Well, don't take it personally, Phil.

Yeah, but these moods of his.
I'm up to here with them.

He's got a lot on his mind.

I've done given him the
right to take it out on me.

I know.

Do you know what it's about?

It's not money, is it?

What's that?

He's been backing the horses
like they're going out of style.

All secretive with it and all.

Are we going to open it?

I don't know.

Right, I've caught you, haven't I?

You pair of little monkeys.

What are you?

A pair of little monkeys, Mr Greengrass.

Right, come here.

Now look, you realise
what you're doing, don't you?

You take that smile off your face as well.

It's not funny.

You're trespassing on
his lordship's property.

They'd have hung you in the old days
for something like this, wouldn't they?

That's for sheep stealing.

And poachers like you, Mr Greengrass.

Don't be cheeky.

Right, I'm going to let you off this time.
Go on.

Go on.

Hey, wait a minute. Wait. Come here.

Where did you get this?

We found it.

Found it? Found it where?

In the old lodge.

There's ever so many in there.

Hundreds, Mr Greengrass.

Right, well look, I'm
confiscating this, alright.

But you mustn't tell anybody
where you found it, alright?

Otherwise you'll be in very big trouble.

Do you understand?

Now go on, get to school.

Sarge.

Yeah.

Details of five similar raids
during the last three months.

Similar?

They're all warehouse lock-ups.

In every case, no sign of a break-in.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Right, here, Calvert.

There's a few headaches in here.

HQ said the gates were open from inside.

Too close to be coincidence then.

Yeah, and they only took quick
turnover stuff, untraceable items.

Only the rare wines from
Pollard's break the pattern.

You and your rare wines.

So if Pollard's is part of a larger
picture, this changes things.

How, Sarge?

Well, if there's no local involvement,
I'll have to refer this investigation

back to HQ.

There is local involvement, Sarge.

One haulage firm showed up at all
the raided warehouses on the dates of all

five raids.

What, Wallace Hauliers?

Yeah, local outpost.

I read your report on Wallace.
I mean, he's successful.

Gives lots of money
to charities. That's

hardly the profile of
a villain, now, is he?

Ashfordly Police Station.

Yes.

Brian Harper.

Harper's been found.

Where is he now?

Right.

Thanks for letting us know.

West End Central Police.

It seems they were called to a pub
brawl that had been started by Harper.

He's ended up in hospital
with busted ribs and concussion.

When did this happen?

Late Monday.

The night the raid took place.

Any explanation why he left Ashfordly?

Well, it seems that his
marriage had hit the rocks.

Well, if Harper's not
the inside man, who is?

I'm sorry to trouble you, my lord,
but I found a couple of little kids

playing about in that
hunting lodge of yours.

And it could be a bit dangerous.
It's full of rubbish and stuff.

I'll get something done about it.

No need to bother.
I'll clear it myself for you. No problem.

Can you get anything for it?

Who'd want to buy a lot
of old rubbish, my lord?

Only you, it seems.

OK, it'll cost you five pounds.

Five quid?

Yeah. Payable at the estate office.
And before a brick is moved, Greengrass.

Mr Wallace.

What can I do for you, Mr Rowan?

How do?

The CID interviewed
you in connection

with other warehouse
raids further af ield.

That's correct.

Well, you didn't think to mention it?

It was a righteous routine, wasn't it?
Same goes for every other hauliers in

these circumstances.

Was there some problem
with the statement I made?

No, no. CID gave you a clean bill.

That's why I didn't think it
important enough to mention.

Now, on the night
Pollard was raided, you

say you were at home,
entertaining friends?

That's correct.

I can vouch for Charlie. I was with him.

Along with James Miller and Thomas Thornby.

I don't see the point.

Well, they work for you, Mr Wallace.
You'll need an independent witness. Can

you think of one?

None offhand.

Your alibi won't stand up without one.

Is this the truck you
used to deliver to Pollard?

Yes.

Very nice.

I'm fully taxed and fully insured.

I know. I checked.

Claude, a word.

A word? You don't have to take chances.
Which one do you want?

How well do you know Dennis Cox?

I've known him for years, ever since
he worked on the Ashfordly estate.

So what did he do there?

He did everything. Electrician, bit
of brickie, and if he's done anything

wrong, I'll tell you something,
I'll blame that boss of his.

Charlie Wallace?

He must be bent the way
he Chucks money about.

How do you mean?

He gets it from all that gambling,
doesn't he? Organising poker parties. He

's even got your pal Ventress at it.

How do you know that?

I've seen him, haven't I?

So where do they play?

All over. Joss Harrop's
house, that posh

gambling club in Whitby,
you know, Kendall's.

Oh, hello Nick.

I've just come from
Kendall's gambling club.

Mrs Ashby sends her regards.
To you and your mate Wallace.

Come on, I think it's time we had a talk.

Feels unreal.
Like it's happened to someone else.

I wish it had.

Is it true Wallace covered
your gambling debts to the club?

Aye. He's keeping a
stack of my IOUs to prove it.

Why didn't you say you knew him?

I wanted to, but it was too late.

He's a suspect in a robbery case.

He wasn't a suspect, I mean.
Not until after this rare wine turned up as

part of the haul.

So what's the connection?

Well, Wallace is a fanatic about rare wine.

That's why I told him what was
stored down in Pollard's wine cellar.

You told him?

Aye. Well, only in friendly chat like.

And you didn't report it?

Well, I couldn't. Not until I paid him off.

That's why I was trying to raise the money.

I can't believe I'm hearing this.

It'd have been out of my
ear if word had got out.

It's over now. I'm finished.

That's for sure.

Come on, son. Come on.

Think he was setting you up?

Well, maybe he thought he
was buying a friend in the force.

If he was planning
to Nick that wine,

I'd say that's exactly
what he thought.

Once I paid him off,
I'd have done him, Nick.

Does he know you suspect him?

Well, I haven't seen him
for a while, but he must.

Well, in that case, trying to
pay him off is a waste of time.

You're our IOU, so it's insurance.
Shop him and you shop yourself.

Are you sure he nicked that wine, Alf?

Positive. Why?

Well, Pollard's is just one
of five identical robberies.

The other's that miles away.

Would you think that Wallace
pulled them off as well?

Well, the evidence says
whoever did one did the lot.

But if it is him who's behind it, why
do something stupid like pulling off a

job on your own doorstep?

If Wallace wanted that
wine bad enough, he'd do it.

Do I tell Blaketon or do you?

Tell him what? That
you've been set up and

by the prime suspect
in this investigation.

Have I got a choice?

What Blaketon really wants is a result.

So what are you saying?

That if we handle this right, your
problem with Wallace could become part of

the solution.

Morning.

Blaketon?

He's inside. I've had a word with Phil.

The auction people?

Right.

You fit?

Mm.

Yes?

Important developments, Sarge.

We know that Wallace's
name keeps cropping

up in connection
with these raids,

but we've established that he was
somewhere else when they took place.

Not the night Pollard's was burgled.

Well, where was he then?

Well, we think he was with
the g*ng that turned it over.

Do you?

Alf knows for a fact that
Wallace is a rare wine fancier.

Fanatic is more the word, Sarge.

Here's a list of rare
wines that Wallace

bought at auction
a few months back.

Are you sure about this?

Well, anyone that knows
him socially will confirm it.

Including myself.

Since when do my officers
hobnob with suspected criminals?

He's a popular man, Sarge.

Even you were impressed by his
good standing in the community.

All the more reason to doubt
his involvement in serious crime.

The stolen wines are unlabeled.

Only an expert would know what to take.

And Wallace is an expert.

He's never set foot in Pollard's.

How could he have known
what was stored there?

It's common knowledge, Sarge.

Alf was present when someone
mentioned it a while ago.

You're still a long way off
proving a case against him.

All we're saying is maybe we
should step up our inquiries, Sarge.

Very well.

I'll stay by the phone.

If he bites, when shall we meet?

I'll give you a ring.

Nick, you know you've put
yourself out on a limb for me.

All the more reason to get a result.

You get that, don't you?

Oh, Tar.

Well, I'm popular, that's for sure.

Just a few questions, Mr Wallace.

I've told you everything
I know about these raids.

That's not why I'm here.

Then what?

We're making inquiries into the
financial situation of PC Ventress.

What's that to do with me?

PC Ventress joined Kendall's
gambling club earlier this year.

You proposed him for membership.

What's wrong with that?

You admit knowing him?

Oh, yes.

What's all this about?

Has money ever passed hands between you?

I'm not sure I understand the question.

You deny paying out sums of money
to cover Ventress's gambling losses?

Of course I deny it.

Well, Mrs Ashbery at
Kendall's states that you have.

I might have done now and then,
but strictly on a temporary basis.

You sure about that?

I've told you everything I know.

Ashfordly Police Station.

PC Bellamy speaking.

Yes, he's here.

May I ask who's calling?

Very well.

Alf! It's for you!

Hello?

What?

When was this?

No, I can't.

And I can't speak now either.

All right, then.

Wallace wants to talk.

Well, fancy that.

I knew they were investigating.

I found out a few days back.

So long as he can't prove
that money passed between us.

He knows.

Muriel told him about the
losses I covered at Kendall's.

That's it, then.

I've had it, Charlie.

I've always been very discreet
about our friendship, Alf.

What made them start nosing around?

Well, I was living above
my means, wasn't I?

I'm always someone who's
ready to spread bad news.

So what happens now?

Well, they're pressurizing
me to make a full statement.

Danger is, they might
twist things to implicate you.

You know, the raid on Pollard's.

All I've got on you is Muriel's
word that money changed hands.

I can fix that.

No, that won't stop Rowan.

I mean, if I'm sacked, bang
goes my career, pension, the lot.

I said I'd stand by you, Alf.

The same way you
stood by me over Pollard's.

You couldn't keep your
hands off that wine, could you?

You're wrong, Alf.

I'm a copper, Charlie.
I knew right off you'd Nick that wine.

Even if it was true, they'd
still have a job proving it.

Well, lucky for you I kept quiet.

If they knew that I'd told you about
what was stored in that wine cellar...

It might have proved very
embarrassing for us both.

What if they make a
search and find my IOUs?

If I had the cash, I'd
buy them back right now.

But you haven't, and I can't
afford to forget them, can I, Alf?

He's our man, Nick.

Has he admitted turning over Pollard?

No, not in so many
words, but he's in all right.

He's worried, Nick.

Enough to give back those IOUs?

No, he wants to hold on to those.
He thinks it'll keep his mouth shut.

We've got to get him back, Alf.

I think I found out how he's getting
a man inside the warehouses.

I don't want to report
him without those IOUs.

You sure it's pork, Claude?
I mean, it's got no label.

Well, look, it's old.
The word pork looks embedded in the bottle.

Looks like old sump oil to me.

Why don't you keep your
tiny little nose out of it?

How much do you want for them?

Five Bob a bottle.

Five shillings a bottle?

Five Bob for somebody
Betty brewed up in the bath.

Betty, if you don't
shut up, I'll sell her

one bottle and it's
you with the other.

All right, seeing as it's you, you
can have the brace for five Bob.

It's a deal.

What now?

Mrs Ashby, the manageress
at Kendal's Gambling Club.

What about her?

Well, yesterday she
confirmed that money

had passed between
you and PC Vent ress.

This morning she calls
and withdraws her statement.

Look, I run a business.

You got to her, didn't you, Mr Wallace?

If she says yes, I'll call my lawyer.

All right. Have it your way.

But it won't help your friend Ventress.

Eh?

See, we don't like bent
coppers, Mr Wallace.

So do yourself a favour.

It's him we're after, not you.

Nick, look.

Where did you get this?

One of my school kids. Oh, you know him.

Jimmy Harris.

What did he say? Where'd you get it from?

It's a long story, but
as far as I can make

out, it's something
to do with Greengrass.

Well, we actually put it
in here for safekeeping.

Have you any idea how valuable these are?

Valuable?

It's rare vintage wine and pork, Lord.
It's worth a fortune.

Well, I didn't know it was Nicked, honest.

I thought it were some Lord
Ashfordly didn't want, you know.

It was some family wine that had gone off.

Is this the lot?

The rest of it's in the old lodge.

Right, well, get it packed up.
And not a word about this to anyone.

Otherwise you'll have Blaketon
asking the questions, not me.

Right.

Hey, you know, you
were saying about

that pork was vintage
and a bit valuable.

How much is it actually worth a bottle?

Ask Nick.

Is it all there, then?

Yeah, including the stuff I
picked up from Greengrass'.

Let's have a look.

We've got to tell Blaketon.

Yeah, but not yet.

Well, there's no way we
can keep this from him, Nick.

We won't. We'll wait until
you pay Wallace another visit.

I don't see how that's going to help.

I'm for it.

Not if you can get your IOUs back first.

Trouble, Charlie.

Part of the stuff lifted
from Pollard's, isn't it?

Where'd you get it?

A teacher brought it into the station.

One of her kids found it
while he was playing truant.

Any idea where?

Not yet, no.

We're going to get the kid to show us.

Lucky for you, I was coming
off duty when it fetched up.

How do you mean?

Well, no-one knows yet.

I thought you should be the first
to know, given our situation like.

How long can you sit on it?

Tomorrow morning.

Yes. Get over there, check it.

Right.

Take a seat, Alf.

It's all there, Charlie. Alf was right.
Mice have been at it.

Anyone about? No. No sign.

We've got to move it.

I really appreciate what you've done, Alf.

So you should.

I reckon I've saved you at least ten grand.

The wine wasn't meant to be sold on, Alf.

Well, it's still money in your
pocket, in a manner of speaking.

More than the , that I owe you.

I never intended to call in the debts.

Given that I'm about to lose my
job and my pension, you'll be lucky.

You delay reporting
the find until tomorrow.

Or call it quits.

All right.

But I want my IOUs back,
if only for peace of mind.

You've called my bluff, Alf.

Well, something to remember
next time we play poker.

Yes?

We've located the rare wine, Sarge.

What?

Hidden in a derelict lodge
on the Ashfordly estate.

That report of intruders on the
estate last week, Sarge, it was Wallace.

He was stashing that wine
away until we lost interest in it.

So you're still convinced
it's Wallace, are you?

No question about it, Sarge.

Only someone who knows the
estate would use a place like that.

Dennis Cox is Wallace's sidekick.

He worked there for ten years.

He's also the inside man.

How?

Well, the truck they use has got
this welded frame set underneath.

Cox is a very small man.

He's hidden when the truck delivers.

Once inside, he slips out and stows
away until his mates arrive after dark.

We can't prove that, though, can we?

I hear Cox was sniffing
round the old lodge today.

So?

So I'm convinced they're
ready to move, Sarge.

Tonight.

You've had a remarkably
successful day, Rowan.

Hey, Gina.

Gina, you know them two
bottles of Porter, soldier?

I've got to have them back.

Where are they?

They're in here.

Look, they're locked in the house.

Where's the two bottles that were in...?

I've been to them when they decanted it.

Can you pour it back?

I've got to have it, George.

I'll refund the five Bob.

No way!

You sold them, right, Bernie?

A good deal is a deal, Claude.

Yeah, I know, but I've heard
it's a bit old and vintagey.

It could have gone off.

No, it's not.

It's beautiful.

I've tasted it, Claude.

You better pour me a glass then so
I can see what all the fuss is about.

Haven't I done you a
favour, you know, George?

You know what this is?

It's rare vintage port like.

It's worth about quid a bottle.

Is it?

We'll have to put the price up then.

That'll be five shillings.

Yeah.

- This is the police!

You men are under arrest!

- Now we're really quits, Charlie.

- Well, it's congratulations
all around from HQ.

Our stock has
certainly risen in that

location, so it's
well done, all of you.

Ah, Ventress.

Wallace has made some sort of claim
about gambling IOUs signed by you.

Is there anything in it?

- I don't know what
he's talking about, Sarge.

- Well, he claims he was tricked
out of them by you and Rowan.

- Well, that's par for the course
with nicked criminals, isn't it, Sarge?

- I certainly hope so, because
I've been looking at the North Riding

standing orders for the
conduct of police officers,

in particular, Order Number
, Paragraphs and .

Do you remember them, Ventress?

- Well, it's just on the
tip of my tongue, Sarge.

- A constable must promptly
discharge all lawful debts,

and in case of any failure to do so,
must report in full the circumstances

of the chief constable.

- Oh, yes, Sarge.

- Paragraph .

A constable is forbidden to borrow money.

This condition does not
apply to loans from banks,

building societies, or the county
council, for articles such as typewriters.

Is all this clear, Ventress?

- Well, I'm very happy
with our typewriter, Sarge.

I'm very pleased to hear it.

Bellamy!

- Tea cake's on me.

♪ Heartbeat, why do you miss ♪

♪ When my baby kisses me ♪.

♪ Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory ♪

♪ In my memory ♪