08x02 - Fall Out

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# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

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

BOY: Yes!

All quiet, then, eh?

As the grave tonight.

I'm beginning to think it must be something I said.

Or something I said.

Just up for a couple of days, eh?

Who knows? Maybe longer if I find I like it.

HELEN: Hello! Anybody there?

I'll go.

So, er, someone to keep you company, then, eh?

Yeah.

I'll see you later.

- Evening, Maggie. - Hello, Mike.

Look, I'm just about to come off duty in a minute.

I was just wondering if I could buy you a drink later.

- Oh, can we make it another time? - Well, yeah. Yeah, sure.

We're going to try out that new restaurant outside Strensford.

Right.

Sorry I'm late, Maggie. Mike.

Hi.

- Goodnight, Maggie. - Night, Mike.

Ah, no hurry. When you're ready.

'Allo, 'allo, 'allo, 'allo!

MUSIC: 'The Look Of Love' by Dusty Springfield

# ...of love

# Is in your eyes

# The look

# Your heart can't disguise

# The look of love

# Is saying so much more

# Than just words could ever say... #

Do you really live here with your gran?

It's just a temporary arrangement till I get my own pad.

Where is she tonight?

She's playing bingo. Won't be back for a couple of hours.

At least.

I see.

Oh.

- This is me Aunty Mary. - Hello.

Oh, er, Oscar Blaketon. I run the village post office.

- Have you warned her, Gina? - Warned me what?

You'll need all your wits about you, working behind this bar.

There's some right characters come in here, I can tell you.

There's one in particular, the name of Greengrass.

I could write you a book about him.

GINA: You back again?

- A tenner you owe me, right? - Just a minute, Gina.

Aren't you the two I sent packing from our backyard

just half an hour ago?

- No. - Oh, yes, you are.

If you don't want it, I'll take it to t'off-licence.

- Not this one, you won't. - Hey, that's ours.

Which you just happened to find in a crate, right, outside the back door?

Hop it, the pair of you, before I get the bobby back.

- Mingy old bag. - You what?!

Well done, Mary. That's the way to do it.

You won't catch me falling for that old chestnut.

Trouble is I think I have, twice already this week.

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Arms.

Hello. Has Claude Greengrass been in yet?

Not yet but I'm sure he won't be long. Can I take a message?

Just hang on a minute while I find a pen.

Get us a pen.

Oh.

Hurry up.

There you are.

Right. OK.

And your name is?

'Hello?'

CHUCKLES

Ah, if it isn't Billy the Kid and Ringo.

- What are you pair up to? - Come to see you, Mr Greengrass.

Oh, aye? What for?

See what you're in the market for these days.

Not a load of golf balls that you find before they're lost.

- That's a certainty. - So what, then?

Well, I wouldn't say no to a bit of copper,

provided it wasn't nicked.

Would we sell you duff stuff, Mr Greengrass?

You'd sell your grandmother if she wasn't nailed down.

Go on. Get off home.

RADIO PLAYS

PHIL'S GRAN: It's only me. Ooh-ee, but it's dark in here.

- Oh. Hello. - Hi.

PHIL: You're back early, Gran.

There was some sort of power failure down at the bingo hall

and game abandoned due to bad light.

Oh, I see. Oh, er, this is... this is Betty Spalding,

a... a friend of mine.

Oh, right. Pleased to meet you, I'm sure.

Likewise.

Shall I make a cuppa tea, put the kettle on?

There you go.

Is that it? Is that it?

GINA: That's what he said.

Coach House?

You know, that posh place up on the Scarborough Road.

Didn't even suggest what it were about?

Claude, he didn't even leave his name.

He just said it'd be in your financial interest

to be there tomorrow morning at . .

Perhaps you've come into money, Greengrass.

If I have, don't think you'll be getting a drink out of it.

You surprise me.

- Phil! Breakfast! - All right.

- Morning. - Morning, Gran.

Bit like that this morning, is it?

Went to a club when we left here.

It was two o'clock in the morning when we got in.

- Didn't wake you, did I? - No. Well, you know.

I can never get off until you get in.

Here, is that not all right for you?

It's lovely, yeah.

Is she your girlfriend?

Er, just somebody I met at a dance I went to last week.

A wonder they don't catch their death.

- Death? - Skirts that short.

They're more like pelmets.

It's the fashion, though, innit, Gran?

Ee! Is that what it is? All right.

Are we stopping for something to eat on the way?

There's a hostelry I know of

where the ale's good and the natives are friendly

and where I thought we might just while away a wee hour or so.

Oh, no.

MAN: Hello, little brother.

Why didn't you say it was you when you left the message?

Would you still have come if I had?

- In a word... - There you are, then!

Come on. In you get.

Why? Where we going?

To see a man about a dog.

LAUGHS

Hey, take my truck round to my place.

And, hey, you're not Stirling.

MIKE: There you go, Phil.

So, how did you get on with, er, Betty Spalding last night, then?

Like a house on fire

till me gran turned up two hours earlier than expected.

- Oops. - Very nearly.

After which, she spent half an hour cross-examining her

about what her intentions towards me were.

Not one of your best ideas, then, hey, Phil, moving in with your gran?

Seemed a good idea at first, somebody to feed me and cook for me.

Now she's acting more like me mother than me mother.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police Station.

Oh, er, yes, Mrs Craddock.

Er, no, he's not in at the moment.

We're expecting him back any minute now.

Certainly I can.

Oh.

Right. Ready when you are, Mrs Craddock.

LOUD CLATTER

Oi!

Come here, you! Come here.

Ah! Me arm!

Yeah, I think I knew her mother.

- Here you go, Alf. - PHIL: Everybody knew her mother.

Is that tobacco smoke I can smell in here?

Oh, it's probably coming from outside, Sarge.

- We've got the window open. - That's your theory, is it?

- Yes, Sarge. - So what's that behind your ear?

- Get rid of it. - Right, Sarge.

Oh, Sarge? A message for you from Mrs Craddock.

- Go on. - Will you remember to pick up

the fairy cakes for your tea on your way home?

And, erm, you need some more of your ointment from the chemist.

Thank you, Ventress.

PHONE RINGS

STIFLED LAUGHTER

Ashfordly Police.

He is, yeah. It's for you. It's Blaketon.

Pretty impressive, eh, Claude?

Yeah, very impressive, but what's it all got to do with me?

Let's, er... talk in the car, shall we?

- So let me get this straight. - We was only looking at it.

- You were nicking it, sonny. - Not worth nothing anyway.

But the copper inside it is.

What about me brother's arm? If it's broke, it's your fault.

Look, will you just do us all one big favour

and shut up for a minute?

Right. Come on. Let's have a look at it.

- Ow! - See? What did I tell you?

- It is broke. - Not necessarily.

We better get a doctor to look.

I don't wanna go to no doctors.

Oh, come on. It needs looking at.

Yeah, and if it is broke, me mum'll have you for as*ault!

Get them out of here, Bradley,

before you have to take me in as well, for m*rder!

Come on.

I bought him in Ireland last week.

Only problem was, when I got him home,

she wouldn't allow him in the house.

Claims she's allergic to fur and feathers.

Did she?

I still don't understand, Cyril, exactly what it's got to do with me.

Well, you've seen for yourself what the dog can do

and once she realises there's money to be made out of him,

she's gonna have a miraculous recovery, isn't she,

from this allergy of hers.

So?

So his first race is next weekend

and if I could just find somebody to look after him for me until then...

And you can rest assured

you'd be handsomely compensated for your trouble.

Oh, yeah? How handsome?

Well, I reckon, er, ten quid would be fair.

Do you?

Make it , it might start to look a bit tall and dark as well.

CHUCKLES

NEIL: Let's have a look at this. Is that tender?

Hm.

There's nothing broken, anyway. What happened to you?

That old copper that runs the post office knocked him over.

Not exactly the way I heard it but, er, never mind.

Well, it's certainly bruised but nothing that won't heal.

So we can go, then?

Well, I suppose so but don't go helping yourself

to anything else out of other people's backyards

or next time I really will run you in.

So what about Blaketon?

It's Mr Blaketon to you, and what about him?

Aren't you gonna do him for as*ault of a minor?

Look, will you two get out of here before I change my mind?

- You think she'll serve us? - Let's find out, shall we?

Hey!

Oi! What's your middle name, pal? Stirling Moss?

Some sort of problem, is there?

Nearly took me brother's toes off!

You just watch in future. Aye.

What was that you were saying about the natives?

- Wrong domino! - I've not played it yet, have I?

Hurry up then, will you?

- I will! Give me a minute. - Well, hurry up.

Who let them in? I barred them last week.

- Oh, I wished I'd known that. - Right.

- Wrong domino, I said. - You better get lost.

That's enough! Now, drink up and get out of here.

- Oh, come on, love. - You heard her.

- Out, now. - And if we don't, what?

Then it's gonna be a long time before your next pint, isn't it?

Now, are you going or aren't you?

Come on.

Like Mr Blaketon said, you get 'em all in here, don't you?

Yeah. Huh!

Billy?

- Ready? - Mm-hm.

Oh, no.

MUSIC: 'Born To Be Wild' by Steppenwolf

# Head out on the highway

# Looking for adventure

# And whatever comes our way... #

It was just there.

Ah, OK, Mr Formby, we'll put out your description.

Don't worry. Whoever's taken it won't have got very far.

In the meantime, I'll just have a quick word with the staff inside

about those lads you mentioned. - Right.

Come on, Alec, the car was fully insured, wasn't it?

Of course it was.

Well, then... Well, what is it, Alec?

GINA: I think they're from Ashfordly.

Don't know what their names are, do you?

I just know them as Chuck and Billy.

- Constable? - Yep?

- Could I have another word? - Course you can.

There's something else I think you should know.

- A radioisotope?! - MIKE: In the boot of the vehicle.

- Is it likely to blow up or what? - I dunno, Sarge.

But it contains cobalt- , which is extremely radioactive.

- How safe is it? - According to Mr Formby,

perfectly safe as long as nobody's stupid enough to tamper with it.

HORN BLARES

"BORN TO BE WILD" PLAYS ON RADIO

Billy?

GROANS

That needs a doctor, Billy, and quick.

So if I can just get this quite straight, Mr Formby,

you left the isotope

in an unattended motor vehicle in a public house carpark

while you and your fiance were inside boozing.

- Is that right? - We just stopped for a quick bite.

That's all.

But what were you doing with a radioisotope?

I'm a research student.

I was on my way to a laboratory in Leeds.

The isotope's perfectly safe

so long as it's in the protective casing.

What happens if you take it out of the protective casing?

- Well, you'd be irradiated. - Meaning?

You'd die within about hours.

This way, Mr Formby.

Thank you.

Right, Bellamy, if you'd like to escort Mr Formby and Miss Harding

to the interview room,

I'm sure they'll happy to provide you with the details.

PHIL: This way, please.

- Any word from Division, Ventress? - Oh, yes, Sarge.

They're sending someone over

from the Radiological Protection Service.

They want us to tell the Radium Institute what's happened

and get the BBC to put out a warning on the wireless.

BBC, eh? Better find out just what we're looking for, then.

There must be some copper going round here somewhere.

Forget it, Trev. Who cares, anyroad?

I care cos I'm broke, aren't I? Hang on a minute.

Now what?

If I wanted money, I'd go to the bank, right?

Not robbing a bank now.

No, cos it's not money we're after, is it?

At least, not straightaway, anyway. It's scrap, so...

Er, Mr Farrington from the Radiology Protection Service.

Mr Farrington, good of you to get over here so quickly.

- Any news of the car yet? - I'm afraid not.

PHONE RINGS Excuse me.

Craddock. Yes, Bradley?

What? Anybody hurt?

OK, Bradley, get yourself out there.

We'll be with you as soon as we can.

Bingo. They found the car.

Here, what's his name?

Irish Rover. Ten out of ten for originality.

Hey, I thought you said

you weren't having nowt more to do with that brother of yours.

Never look a gift horse in the mouth, David,

even if it's a dog.

I know a little track where they got a meeting tonight.

You're not gonna race him, are you, Mr Greengrass?

You try and stop me.

- What if your brother finds out? - I'm not gonna tell him, am I?

Where... Well, it were definitely here.

WHISPERS: Find some copper. Here. Come on. Quick.

BANG Shh! Shut up!

This is copper. Get loads of this.

LOUD CRASHING SOUND

Get down!

- Anything? - No. Afraid not.

Which means what exactly?

Well, at least the seal still hasn't been broken.

That's something to be thankful for.

Sarge?

And there's plenty of it.

So whoever was driving was hurt in the crash.

And in need of medical attention, I'd say.

Oh, hi. I was just going to ring you.

- Have you got a minute? - Sure.

Those two men you were asking about in the pub at lunchtime...

- Yeah? - That's one of them over there.

- What's wrong with him? - Says he cut himself on a nail.

Oh, yeah?

GREENGRASS: David?

- You got any money? - I only got about ten shillings.

Give me it. I'll stick it on with mine.

- I'm not really a gambling man. - It's not gambling.

It's a racing certainty. Come on. Fill your boots.

Alf.

- Any joy on that car? - Er, not yet, no.

- Oh, er, your gran rang. - Oh, no.

She wants to know whether you're going home for your tea.

- What did you tell her? - I thought it was highly unlikely

under the circumstances.

- She's driving me mad, Alf. - I thought you were getting on.

We do. It's just... It's little things.

Like she's, er, cramping your style?

Like tidying me bedroom all the time,

checking whether I've left a rim round the bath,

not to mention her insisting I have a full English breakfast.

What you going to do?

What can I do about it without hurting her feelings?

It's the last thing I wanna do.

Well, well, well, if it isn't little Billy Fawsley.

Been caught with a hand in the till again, have we, Billy?

Up to the armpits, by the look of it.

Billy Fawsley, Sarge.

He was at the hospital getting his arm stitched up

after catching it on a nail, he said.

You're the ones doing the stitching up.

I know nothing about a stolen Mini, all right?

Course you don't. But since you are here, Mr Fawsley,

perhaps you wouldn't mind answering a few questions.

MUSIC: 'Catch Us If You Can' by The Dave Clark Five

# Here we come again, mmm

# Catch us if you can, mmm

# Time to get a move on, mmm

# We will yell with all of our life

# Catch us if you can

# Catch us if you can

# Catch us if you can

# Catch us if you can

# Now we're gonna run, mmm

# No more time for fun, mmm

# When we're getting angry, mmm

# We will yell with all of our life

# Catch us if you can #

Look, I've told you, I know nothing about that.

You listen to me.

We know you stole that car

but it's not just a stolen car we're on about.

- It's more serious than that. - What are you talking about?

It's what was in the car boot, Billy.

I don't understand.

You mean you and your brother don't even know?

What?

But what happened, Mr Greengrass? Why did he just stop like that?

Because he's a chaser.

- Chaser? - Aye.

He'd rather chase all the other dogs than the flamin' rabbit.

Which, as a greyhound, makes him about as useful

as an ashtray on a motorbike. - Oh, I see.

Question is, does our Cyril know that?

Well, where is he? I thought you put him in here.

- I did. I did put him in there. - He ain't in here now, is he?

Eh, coppers.

- Mr Anderton? - Aye.

Sergeant Craddock, Ashfordly Police.

This is Police Constable Bradley, Mr Farrington.

We've reason to believe you've a wrecked Mini in your scrapyard

which was stolen this afternoon from Aidensfield.

I don't know nowt about a Mini.

Mr Anderton, we can find it ourselves

and when we do, we won't just do you for receiving,

we'll also do you for obstructing the police

in the execution of their duty.

Is this the one you're looking for?

MIKE: This is the one, Sarge.

FARRINGTON: Just a minute, Constable.

- OK. - Thank heavens for that.

SIGHS

I'm afraid not, Sarge.

What is it?

Lead, I reckon, and it always brings a good price, does lead.

- Any luck? - No. All clear.

RAYMOND: Distance from the crash site to your yard?

Seven mile.

You see anyone suspicious in the vicinity?

- Well? - No sign of it, Sarge.

- You're sure of that? - If it were here, I'd find it.

MIKE: Anything could've happened to it, Sarge.

Could've been nicked, it could've fallen out the back of the car

when it was being towed.

Well, we better start looking.

Mr Anderton, we need you to show us

the route you took from the site of the crash.

SIGHS

RADIO PLAYS

You're never going out again already, are you?

It must've been half past two when you got in last night.

It's all hands to the pump as long as that isotope's missing.

It's not gonna blow up, is it? I heard on the news it were atomic.

That's one thing it won't do.

But it's still very dangerous, isn't it?

Stop worrying, Gran.

I can't help it, can I?

It's a worrying life you lead in the police.

Well, you know what they say, Gran, about a policeman's lot.

What about your breakfast?

Oh, er, well, I'm gonna have to give that a miss today, Gran.

I'm late as it is.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

DAVID: Hello?

KNOCKS AT DOOR

Seen your brother yet?

No, I have not seen him yet, David, because I've only just got up.

My mum, she always says that you should just get it over with,

I mean, if it's something you're not looking forward to.

Where did she read that, on the back of crisp packet?

Trouble is, knowing my brother, he'll want his money back,

money I haven't got thanks to that flamin' greyhound of his.

Still, I suppose you're right.

We can't put it off forever, I suppose.

We better get round there.

Hey, you want me to come with you?

You were the one in charge of it when it went missing.

The least you can do is come with me to face the music.

That's all we need. What do you two want?

Got that stuff you asked for, Mr Greengrass.

We're in a bit of a rush, so stick it in the shed.

I'll sort your money out later.

That's lead. Gotta be worth a few bob.

Well, stick it all in the shed. I'll sort it out later.

Come on, then. In here. Come on. Up. That's it.

We seem to be in something of a logical cleft stick, gentlemen.

We have the box used for transporting the isotope

but somewhere between the crash site and Anderton's scrapyard,

the isotope itself has gone missing.

I suppose we're sure it was in the box when the car was stolen.

Spare us, Bellamy.

I think even Mr Formby would've noticed

if he was loading an isotope that wasn't there into his car.

No, I mean, could it have been stolen in the pub car park?

Why would somebody steal the isotope but not the box it came in?

Nope. Must've been stolen from the scrapyard.

Well, it's not Mr Anderton or his workmen.

I mean, they're both terrified.

So, who else do you get hanging round scrapyards?

Kids?

Now, what we're looking for

is a lead bottle about this big, all right,

and inside it there's this stuff called cobalt- .

Now, it's what we call an atomic isotope

and it's very, very dangerous

so if any of you have seen anything like it

or know anybody who has, anybody at all,

you come and tell me about it, all right?

Oh, and one last thing.

None of you will get into trouble if you come and tell me about it.

All we're interested in is getting it back safely.

All right? Yeah? Good.

- Thank you, Mr Greengrass. - Thanks, love.

Mr Greengrass? I was hoping I'd catch you.

Have you gone out of your tiny mind?

What the devil are you doing here?

You said get the dog, Mr Greengrass.

Yeah, but I didn't say bring him to me, you...

You nincompoop!

So what do you want doing with him, Mr Greengrass?

What do you think I want doing with him

now that he's what you might call surplus to requirements?

DOG WHIMPERS

- You don't mean... - That's exactly what I mean.

Yes, Harry, preferably humanely

and as far away from here as possible.

Right, Mr Greengrass.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Come here!

You've gotta tell 'em.

What for?

He said it was atomic!

Exactly. I bet it'll make a dead big expl*si*n.

- You wouldn't. - Wouldn't I?

Not daring me, are you?

- RAYMOND: What does she want? - A word, Sarge.

Couldn't you deal with her?

Well, she insists on talking to you.

- It's Mrs Bellamy, is it? - Philip's gran, yes.

Only Philip's out just at the moment.

Oh, well, I was hoping he would be.

It's you I wanted a word with, in private, you know?

Oh, yes?

You must've noticed how peaky he's been looking.

And I put it down to lack of sleep.

- Has he? - Yes.

You know, if he had four hours last night, he were lucky,

and the previous night, even less.

Did Philip tell you we've got a rush on at present, Mrs Bellamy?

Yes, but a boy of that age, he needs his sleep, Sergeant.

- He's only human. - Right.

So, as you're new and not a bit like that other one they had here,

from what I've heard...

I could never really take to him, you know?

Very bombastic, even for a sergeant.

So as I was passing, I thought I'd have a word.

Right.

Gran.

- Oh, erm... - What are you doing here?

I'm sure the sergeant will tell you all about it,

erm, when he's got a minute.

If you'll excuse me. Thank you very much.

PHIL: All right.

What's she been saying, Sarge?

She's got it into her head that we're working you too hard.

- Oh, no. Sorry about that, Sarge. - Don't mention it, Bellamy.

There's nothing I like more than a quick tete-a-tete

with one of my constable's elderly relatives

in the middle of a major crisis,

the big question being should I stand you down for hours

so that you can catch up on your beauty sleep.

So you knew the dog were no good?

Unhappily, something I discovered

only after I'd paid good money for him.

And you thought of the bright idea of insuring him, leaving him with me

and then arranging for him to mysteriously disappear?

Well, I thought it'd just be that bit more plausible

for it to be you rather than me,

especially since you, er, didn't know what was going on.

- Well, now that I do know, what? - We can still work it.

All you have to do when the insurance assessor comes around

is to tell the truth.

You took the dog to a race meeting and somebody nicked him.

You got more chance of knitting fog.

SCOFFS

Not going soft in your old age, are you, Claude?

Not going soft in the head, if that's what you mean,

which you obviously are if you think you can con the insurance.

You do what you like, Cyril, but just leave me out of it.

I'm disappointed in you, Claude. I really am.

Not as disappointed as you're going to be

when the gentleman in the wig sends you down for five years.

Well, er, what's gonna happen to the dog now, then?

Never mind about the dog. What about that quid I advanced?

Keeping that as severance pay.

It'll make up for all the aggravation you've caused me,

you... poultice.

- Aren't you gonna tell them? - No.

- They said you wouldn't get done. - That's what they always say.

- What are you gonna do? - Wait and see.

Right, lads, five o'clock at Sillers Drop.

- You're mad. - You not coming as well?

- Don't want nothing to do with it. - Coward.

He's gonna have him put to sleep, doing that insurance thing.

Don't start again, David.

It's Cyril's dog. He can do what he likes with it.

Doesn't make it better, though, does it?

No. No, David, it doesn't make it better.

But what do you expect me to do about it?

I don't know! Got to do something, though.

About as bad as having a wife, you are.

NEWSREADER: '...member of the public finding a lead bottle

answering the description against tampering with the contents.'

- A lead bottle? - What is it, Mr Greengrass?

That lead thing the Chivers lads brought round.

- Yeah. What about it? - Bit like a bottle, wasn't it?

Was it?

Yeah. Go and get it. It's in the shed.

MIKE LAUGHS

PHIL: It's not funny, Mike. Gotta sort something out.

There's always regulation , paragraph three.

Regulation , paragraph three?

Yeah.

Unmarried police officers must live in police accommodation

for at least, what, nine months of any given calendar year.

I've never heard that before.

No, no, no, you wouldn't. I just made it up.

LAUGHS

Right.

HONKS HORN

MIKE: What's he want?

- What's up, Claude? - Here, that...

That radioactive what's-it you're looking for, I've seen it.

- Where? - At my place.

The Chivers lads brought it round. It's gone.

- Where is it now? - I don't know.

They must've took it. They're the ones who knew where it were.

Right. Let's go.

- Is your mother in? - Gone to visit her boyfriend.

- Her boyfriend? - In prison.

- What about your brother? - He's out.

Look, where's that thing you took down to Greengrass this morning?

Trevor's got it. He's gone to set it off.

- Set it off? - Sillers Drop.

He's gone up there to meet his mates.

MIKE: The boy's got the isotope.

They're meeting up at Sillers Drop, Sarge.

We'll meet you there. Out.

Right, Ventress, you can drive. Mr Farrington, bring that thing.

PHIL: That's the place.

Come on! I've got it! Come on. Put that here. Put it there.

MIKE: There he is.

TREVOR: It's the police! Quick!

MIKE: Oi! Trevor! Come here!

Oi! Come back here! Get out of the way!

Stay here!

- Come here! - Trevor!

Oi! Trevor, come here!

Slow down, Trevor!

Whoa!

Hang on. Hang on.

MIKE: Where is he? Can you see him?

PHIL: Must be there somewhere.

- MIKE: There he is. - PHIL: Trevor?

It's all right, Trevor.

Just hang on.

GRUNTS

Help!

I've got some rope in the van.

Help!

It's all right, Trevor! Don't worry!

Just hang on, OK?

And whatever you do, don't look down.

We'll be with you in a minute. Come on, Phil!

- Where is he, then? - He's down here, Sarge.

Phil! We don't have much time!

- What about the isotope? - What about it?!

Look, just get that rope tied off round that tree and fast!

Ventress.

You'll need this.

Good lad, Trevor. Just keep close to the wall.

- Take this. It's for the isotope. - Bit of slack there, lads.

Come on, Alf, give him some slack.

MIKE: Right, now, nice and tight now, lads.

Keep it tight, Sarge.

It's all right, Trevor.

OK. OK, slack!

More slack, Sarge.

MIKE: OK.

OK. Bit more slack.

MIKE: Just give me your other hand. Put it through there.

Good lad. Good lad. Just...

TREVOR: Don't let go! Please! Please, just don't let go!

TREVOR: Look out!

Don't worry. It's all right.

All right, Phil, tight!

Are you getting a reading?

No! No reading! All clear!

It'll be all right. All right, Phil, in your own time!

All right, Alf. Slowly does it. Take it back.

Mind your head.

PHIL: Pull, Sarge! Come on!

More. Come on! Come on.

TREVOR: Don't... don't let me go!

Keep going! Keep going! Nearly there.

Back, Alf. Come on! Watch your hands.

- Don't let me go! - Give me your hands.

Give me your hands. Come on! That's it. Good lad. Good lad.

Come on.

You're safe now. Let's get this rope off you.

You're all right now.

Take it up, lads. Steady.

PHIL: Nice and slowly. That's it. Slower.

- MIKE: Go on. - PHIL: Come on. Keep going.

Go on. Slowly! Slowly! Give us your hand.

I've got you.

Slowly. Slowly, Alf.

- Pull! - Come on.

Right.

- Well done. - Is he all right?

- He'll live, won't you, son? - Yeah.

- How are you, Bradley? - I think I'll survive.

- Well done. Good work. - This is intact.

Good.

Here he comes now. Here he comes.

APPLAUSE

Yay! What can I get you, Mike?

- Pint of bitter, please, Gina. - Gina, I'll get that.

- You getting a round in, Oscar? - That's right, Greengrass.

And you're not included.

There's a surprise.

Well done, Mike.

Well, thanks very much, everyone. Cheers.

Cheers.

Not likely to glow in the dark from now on, I hope.

- Apparently not. No, no. - And the lad?

Oh, he's OK. He's up at the hospital, getting checked over.

Little brother!

What are you doing here?

Where is it, then?

- Where is what? - My dog, of course.

- Who do you think? - Don't tell me it's missing again.

What are you trying to say? You know nothing about it?

Daft dog of yours has practically cost me my life savings.

What would I want with it?

We wouldn't want him turning up here, would we,

right after I've claimed for the insurance.

I have had nothing to do with the disappearance of your dog

but why don't you go forth and do likewise?

Not a very nice thing to say to your big brother.

No, but it is sincere.

- Gran? - Yes?

About this morning, when you came to the station.

Oh, yes. Erm...

Erm, it's just Sergeant Craddock didn't realise till then

I actually lived here.

Oh, yes, well, if you were going to tell me I was out of order,

I suppose I was, having thought about it,

but I don't know if I'm on my head or my heels,

when you're coming in, when you're going out

or even some nights whether you're coming in at all, and I do worry.

I try not to but... but you do. You can't help it. It's...

You trying to tell me it's getting to you, me living here?

Oh, no, I love having you here. You know I do!

But you young policemen, you lead such mad lives

and when you get to my age, you need to take things slower.

- You're all right, Gran. Honest. - Well...

In fact, it's funny you should mention it, really.

Well, congratulations are in order, Bradley.

That was a good piece of work yesterday.

Why, thank you, Sarge.

In fact, I've had the boy's mother on the phone about it.

- How is he? - He'll be all right, apparently.

- She isn't very happy, though. - She isn't?

See, the way she sees it, if you hadn't been chasing that lad,

he'd never have fallen down that cliff in the first place.

So she's written to the Chief Constable, she says,

alleging police brutality and harassment.

Oh, terrific.

What are you doing with him?

I'm not taking him back, Mr Greengrass, not to be put down.

- All right. You can keep him. - Oh, thanks, Mr Greengrass!

But there's a couple of "buts". Tell nobody where you got him.

- And you give him a new name. - What shall I call him?

It don't matter. He won't come anyway.

I think I might call him Claude after you.

Why's that? Cos he can't run and he owes everybody money?

No. It's cos I think he might be my best friend.

Well, you better get off home with him

before you find out I'm not.

CLAUDE BARKS