08x10 - Easy Rider

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# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss

# When my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss

# Stay in my memory? #

MUSIC: 'Everlasting Love' by The Love Affair

# Hearts go astray

# Leaving hurt when they go

# I went away

# Just when you you need me so

# You won't regret

# I come back begging you

# Don't you forget

# Welcome love we once knew

# Open up your eyes

# Then you'll realise

# Here I stand with my everlasting love

# Need you by my side

# Girl, to be my bride

# You'll never be denied everlasting love

# From the very start... #

Charge, Tony.

# Be a lasting part

# Of everlasting love

# Be the love to last for ever

# Be the love to last for ever

Is a good time, Phil, yeah?

What are you playing at, Paolo?

This is a training ride, not a race.

You should know better than to get involved, Tony.

He just took off on us!

Hey, we train to race, you know?

- Not ride like old ladies. -Listen, you little...

All right. That's enough! We've had a good run.

Get the bikes in the van

and we'll stop off for a pint. Or three.

Not me. I'm going to ride home.

Maybe I can get rid of my spare wheel.

If he wants to show up in front of some sheep,

that's his problem.

Now then, Oscar!

You're too late, Greengrass. I'm shut.

I'm not. I don't want owt.

I've come to warn you about a load of big parcels,

followed by some very important letters.

That's what normally happens at a post office, Greengrass.

Well, better brace yourself, cos I've gone national.

Here, cop a look at that. In that corner.

OSCAR: "Superior gnomes for superior homes.

Top quality porcelain china from... China?"

Gnomes?

Chinese 'uns. I bought of 'em.

Most of 'em are ordered.

All the envelopes will have postal orders on them.

All made out to me.

Is this another of your get-rich-quick schemes?

No. It's one of my get-very- rich-very-quick schemes.

LAUGHS

Have you seen Barry Watson, Gina?

No. He's already two rounds down.

Sorry, lads. Sorry.

Have I got time for some practice, Alf?

Aye, but only one.

Good-oh.

Still a bit rusty, Alf.

BLEATING

WHIMPERS

RUMBLING

BLEATING

Er, what is it?

It's a flying saucer, that's what it is.

Can't this wait?

No. It's waited all night. Now I want something sorted.

It's played merry hell with my sheep.

Er, erm...

Where exactly did you see this flying saucer, Mr...?

Hall. Ned Hall.

And don't you take that attitude with me.

If you think I'm a nutter, you should talk to my sheep.

You want to talk to Mr Hall's sheep, Phil?

Before breakfast?

CLAUDE: You've got to speculate to accumulate.

DAVID: What does that mean?

It means we might be able to afford a clutch

for this flaming thing.

-Get in! Get in! -Hey, what's that?

ENGINE STOPS

Somebody must have chucked it.

It looks brand-new!

Bung it in the back of the lorry.

Hey! Shouldn't we take it to the police station?

They'll flog it and we'll get nowt.

But if we put a notice up, we might cop a reward.

Come on. Get it in.

NELL:The dog took to fright, the sheep started running,

and I felt this big thing flying over me.

Were there... were there any lights?

Was there any noise?

No lights.

Just a... a whooshing sound.

I'm not making this up, you know.

We're not suggesting you are, Mr Hall.

Perhaps we'd better have a look around, then, Phil.

We'd better. We'll get back to you, Mr Hall.

Yeah, you do that.

Looking for what, though? Magic mushrooms?

BOTH CHUCKLING

No magic mushrooms, no flying saucers, no little green men.

Come on. Let's go and have breakfast.

Phil!

ENGINE STOPS

Go steady! That's fragile!

Is that what this writing says?

Would it matter? Give him a hand.

What's going on?

Are these your gnomes, Greengrass?

Yes, Oscar. And my fortune.

Well, get rid of 'em. They're blocking my door.

Jealousy's a wicked thing.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

MAN:Lacerations. Broken neck.

CRADDOCK: Anyone know him?

No, sarge. He could be foreign.

He's Italian.

That jersey. Bellinino.

A quality piece of kit, not available here.

Same goes for the shorts. Bet his bike's a beauty.

Well, we haven't found a bike, sarge.

- He didn't walk here. - Sergeant, look at these.

What's that?

They look like burns.

So, we have a cyclist, miles from anywhere,

expensive kit and no bike,

falls down a gully,

breaks his neck and burns his arm.

And shoes on the wrong feet.

What?

Oh, hey, Mr Greengrass!

This box come undone all by itself!

CLAUDE: What are you talking about?

Hey. These gnomes look funny.

You what?

They're just funny.

They do look funny.

Are they all like that?

Aye.

I don't believe this. My mother was right.

Never trust a Chinaman.

Not what you were expecting?

No, they're not only not gnomes,

they're made of flaming paper!

If they're not gnomes, what are they?

These, David, are models of Chairman Mao Tse Tung.

Mowtsay-who?

Not "who." Tung.

The Chinese dictator.

Oh. Not a gnome, then?

No, he is not.

Especially if you're Chinese.

Right, Bellamy, get back into Ashfordly.

I want a list of cycle clubs, bike shops, sport shops,

within a -mile radius.

- Fifty miles, sarge? - Fifty.

Good cyclists can do miles before breakfast. Off you go.

Sergeant Craddock,

I don't want to anticipate the postmortem,

but there is one other thing.

Your cyclist had deep cuts,

but surprisingly little bleeding.

Meaning?

The fall might not have k*lled him.

Meaning something else k*lled him?

-Possibly. -Or someone else?

Well, he didn't put his own shoes on.

Thank you, Doctor.

Bradley, check the area. Use Spicer.

I want photographs of footprints,

tyre tracks, everything.

- DAVID:We can't sell them? - CLAUDE:Not as gnomes, no.

They're made of paper, aren't they?

As soon as it rains,

they'll go soggy and disintegrate.

To get rid of these we need to find some communists.

What is a communist?

Somebody who's got nowt

and wants everybody else to have the same.

TYPEWRITER CLACKING

What's going on, Phil?

Body on the moors. Can I have the phone directories?

-There's only two. - Can I have 'em, please?

Whose body is it?

Unidentified male.

Fallen down a gully by Paddocks Cross. Thank you.

What's it doing there?

Dunno. It was a cyclist.

A cyclist without a cycle.

Truck tyres. Get a shot of those, will you, Derek?

There's been a bicycle here as well. And footprints.

Good, good. Get 'em all.

CAMERA CLICKS

If they try landing here,

they're gonna get a piece of my mind.

-What can I get you, Oscar? - Just a half, please, Gina.

-Got a problem, Ned? -Ned's seen an alien.

Not an alien. A UFO.

And I didn't see it. I felt it.

A pint for me, Gina, and a shandy for Millie.

Seen any UFOs on your travels, Barry?

Any what?

GINA: Unidentified flying objects.

- One of them scared Ned. - I was not scared!

-Where were this, then? -Up by Paddocks Cross.

You know, about two weeks ago

I were driving back from Whitby.

Must have been about ten o'clock.I had my window open.

Warm night. No moon.

I could have swore something flew right over me.

Something? You mean, like a bird?

Bigger than that. And it were fast.

I could feel the rush of it.

CRADDOCK: Anything?

Yes, sarge.

Two sets of truck tyres, one bike tyre,

and some footprints that weren't very distinct.

Oh, and there was this.

It's just a piece of cloth.

Caught on a fence. Probably nothing.

Did you have any photographs of the tracks?

Yeah. Spicer's getting them developed as we speak.

So, we have a dead body,

unidentified, possibly foreign,

circumstances of death suspicious.

Ventress, check all cycle shops.

Check them for what?

See if they know cyclists in Bellinino gear

who haven't been seen for hours.

Bellamy, we will divide the bike clubs between us.

Bradley, nag the hospital for the postmortem. That's it.

What about lunch, sarge?

Lunch?We're investigating a suspicious death!

MUSIC: 'Urban Spaceman' by Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band

# I'm the urban spaceman, baby

# I've got speed

# I've got everything I need

# I'm the urban spaceman, baby

# I can fly

# I'm a super-sonic guy #

Greengrass, there were some letters for you

in the second post.

They must be answering your advertisement.

Fools and their money, they're soon parted.

You'll be delighted to know it's all got to go back.

What about your gnomes?

They weren't gnomes, were they?

I bought of these flaming things.

Is that what was in those parcels?

CLAUDE: Yeah. Go on. Have a good gloat.

As if I would.

Yeah, as if.

- GINA: Hiya, Alf. - Got any sandwiches, Gina?

Yeah. cheese and tomato, or tomato and cheese.

I'll have one of each. Can you wrap them up, please?

You're in a hurry, Alf.

There's been a dead body found on the moors.

Craddock's got us trying to find out who it is.

Where was the body found?

Just off the Whitby road, south of Paddocks Cross.

Joined the revolution, then, have you, Claude?

No. I'm thinking of turning over.

"All power grows from the barrel of a g*n," Mao said.

I didn't know you were a red under the bed, Alf.

There's a lot you don't know about me, Oscar. Ta, Gina.

Oh, Alf. That body?

Paddocks Cross. That's near Ned Hall's land, isn't it?

Well, near enough. Why?

No reason.

MUSIC: 'Urban Spaceman' by Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band

# I wake up every morning

# With a smile upon my face

# My natural exuberance

# Spills out all over the place #

Where did you get this bike?

I'm not meant to say.

Last chance. Where did you get it?

Very well.

You'll both have to come down to the station with me.

Why are you not supposed to say

where you found the bike?

Because... Because... Because

it's the only bit of luck we've had.

"We" being...?

We were only keeping it till the owner come for it.

- You know who the owner is? -Oh, no.

So you don't know that he's dead.

You'd better have a word with Mr Greengrass.

He's in a terrible mood about his gnomes.

Gnomes?

They're not even gnomes. They're Maos.

Mouse?

Aye. Yeah.

You mean mice.

Oh, no. They're Chinese.

Chinese mice?

No. Maos.

Get Greengrass.

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

- Got your photographs, Mike. - Thanks, Derek.

There's two different trucks, all right.

One of them has got tyres so worn,

- it shouldn't be on the road. - Good.

Great. I'll show these to Sergeant Craddock. Thanks.

MUSIC: 'Something In The Air' by Thunderclap Newman

# Because there's something in the air

# We've got to get together sooner or later

# Because the revolution's here... #

Hello, Mrs Pearson.

I'll have to stop this mountain climbing.

Mind, Dot. What are you reading?

- Thank you, Claude. -The butler did it.

CHUCKLES

Good afternoon.

I just wondered if you had any books

that can tell me owt about him.

Chairman Mao Tse Tung. What do you want to know?

Well, everything, really.

Well, he's a great man.

He speaks for the poor and the oppressed.

So he'll have plenty of customers.

Where did you get him?

Oh, I got him from...

From a whatsit. A friend.

I understand.

You're quite right to be careful.

If you want to learn more,

perhaps the first thing you should read... is this.

Mao's Little Red Book.

Is that it?

A-A-Are there many people read this?

More than you might think.

-Can I use your phone? -Yeah.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

Give me the Welsh dragon.

Alf for you, sir.

Hello?

We found the missing cyclist, sarge.

His name's, er, Paolo Ermini.

'Member of the York Cycling Club.'

How long has he been missing?

His wife's been to see the trainer.

She hasn't seen her husband

since he went off on a team ride yesterday.

Plus, the trainer says they were out on the moors last night.

Along the A .

To who am I talking?

MAN:'The club trainer, Philip Robinson.'

The A is nowhere near where the body was found,

but if it is Paolo, he'll be wearing...

A Bellinino shirt.

Looks like the answer's yes, sarge.

Very well, Ventress.

Ask Mr Robinson for the address

of this Paolo Ermini's wife.

Then bring her in,

so she can identify her husband's body.

'Right, sir.'

Claude, I'd like you to come to the station.

What for? I've done nowt.

Maybe, but I'd still like

to ask you a couple of questions.

Well, ask them, then.

Why do you have to drag him into the cells?

Miss, this is none of your business.

Excuse me, but as a member of the public,

I have the right to protest when I see wrongdoing.

- What wrongdoing? - Police harassment.

Harassing someone who can't stand up for himself.

Very kind of you.

We're investigating a suspicious death.

We have evidence that your truck was there.

You may have removed some items from the scene.

So you can come with me willingly or under arrest.

I think I'd better go willingly.

I didn't steal it! It were abandoned!

Abandoned where?

On the side of the road, miles from nowhere!

I don't think you fully appreciate

the seriousness of your situation.

A man is dead, possibly m*rder*d,

and you removed an important piece of evidence

from the scene.

I were gonna bring it in, but he didn't give me time.

Where did you find it?

I've just told you.

On the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.

There weren't a cyclist to be seen.

You can go, Mr Greengrass.

But I'm telling you, one day your luck is gonna run out.

And on that day, I'll be there.

Come back, Blaketon.

Mrs Ermini's here, sarge.

MUSIC: 'Il Silenzio' by Eddie Calvert

That's him.

That's Paolo.

What about the postmortem?

It's not scheduled until . tomorrow.

Do you still need me?

I'd like to ask some questions, Mrs Ermini.

Thank you, Doctor. If this isn't a good time...

What's a good time?

Can you think of anyone

who might want to hurt your husband?

Was he m*rder*d?

It's not impossible.

Was there anyone he worked with

who bore him a grudge?

Oh, no. He was always so charming.

Everybody loved Paolo.

Not everybody he rode with loved him.

Why not?

Ten years older.

He could still ride rings round the lot of them.

-Can you give us any names? - Er, Tony Eccles.

He was the big cheese till Paolo turned up.

Would he push Paolo down a gully?

I doubt he'd have the imagination.

Talk to Phil Robinson.

Just as a matter of interest,

where did you meet your husband?

On holiday, two years ago, in Turin.

Holiday romances. Always doomed.

I thought I was his life. Cycling was.

- Did you love your husband? - Do you love your wife?

You know where to find me.

All set?

Let's go.

No, I liked him. Most of the lads liked him.

But he had this sort of confidence about him,

that used to get up some people's noses.

-Such as Tony Eccles? - Tony's OK.

But...?

I reckon she will have told you.

-Told me what? - Her and Tony, engaged.

Engaged one month.

Next month she comes back from Italy married.

Holiday romance.

Yeah.

Do you recognise this?

Can't say I do.

Last night, you were training?

Yeah, then afterwards, most of the lads

went straight to the pub.

But Paolo said he'd cycle home. He often did.

Most of the lads?

Except... Tony Eccles.

After a couple of miles, he wanted to cycle home.

It was competition, that's all.

Big race next weekend.

He really wanted to beat Paolo.

Could he have?

No. Not in a thousand years.

But he will now.

CLAUDE: "The ruthless economic exploitation

and political oppression of the peasants

by the landlord class

forced them into numerous uprisings

against its rule."

What does that mean?

If I find out, I'll let you know.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Hey, if that's Craddock, tell him I'm not in.

- Oh. -Hello.

I thought I'd come and see if you were all right.

About the police and everything.

Oh, don't worry about that. You get used to it.

They're magnificent.

Oh, yeah. They're all for sale.

Where did you get them all?

Oh, from a friend of mine.

In, in whatsit. Peking.

You've got a friend in Peking?

Yeah, I-I-I met him

in a Japanese prisoner-of-w*r camp.

I didn't know you were in a Japanese POW camp.

No. There's some things you don't talk about.

I'm teaching David all about the class struggle.

That's very good.

And your friend, he sends you all these, does he?

Oh, aye. To sell. To aid the political cause.

Would you like me to help sell them?

Can a duck?

I beg your pardon?

He means yes, don't you, Mr Greengrass?

Thank you, David.

Ah.

OSCAR: Look, this is silly.

I thought you said this thing came over at . .

I said about . .

Well, it's about . now. So it's late.

You got any more of that minty stuff left?

You finished it.

All right, then. What makes a man attractive?

Charm.

I can do charm.

And... nice eyes.

I've got eyes.

And he has to know what a woman wants

without her having to ask.

How does he do that, then?

You've either got it or you haven't.

Oh, hiya, Mike.

Hi, Sue. You could do with another drink.

Thanks. Gin and tonic, please, Gina.

BRADLEY: Gina, could you look at this for me?

Who is he?

His name's Paolo Ermini. Has he been around at all?

GINA: I think he might have.

He's been in here a few times recently. Didn't stay long.

Have you seen him, Sue?

No.

GINA:Is he the bloke who fell off his bike?

BELLAMY: If that's what happened.

Yeah. I remember him now. Lovely eyes.

CHEERING

ENGINE STOPS

RUMBLING

WHOOSH

BELL DINGS

Last orders, please!

Mike?

You knew Paolo Ermini, didn't you?

No. How could I?

I don't know. But I think you did.

Well, I didn't know him, but my aunt did.

What?

My Aunt Millie.

She was having an affair with him.

Millie? Millie...

Yeah. Millie Watson.

SIGHS

He was there, all right.

What do you want to do, then, sarge?

Sarge, I've spoken with Gina.

She remembered that the darts match

finished early, about .

Watson left at the same time.

-And Ermini was there? -She can't swear to it.

But she thinks he was there earlier that evening.

We won't do anything now. It could wreck the case.

Tony Eccles has some questions to answer.

- And there's the postmortem. - Right.

Bradley, meet me at the hospital at . .

Bellamy, stay at the station.

And both of you, keep your mouths shut.

One other thing. Well done.

SNORING

-You're in early, Sue. -Am I?

There was a lot of rushing about last night,

- weren't there? - Was there?

It was all very mysterious.

Go on, then. Tell us what's going on.

I don't know if I should tell you.

Oh, go on, Phil.

Have I got nice eyes?

You've got lovely eyes.

Ah! You're just saying that.

I'm not. I really mean it.

CHUCKLES

Barry Watson was at the scene of the crime

the night the Italian died.

He must have known about the affair.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

What do you mean, he's not here?

He's at the postmortem.

My information has a direct bearing

on that matter.

I can take a statement.

Well, er, it's sensitive, Ventress.

I can be sensitive.

Right, then.

Up on the moors by Paddocks Cross,

I have evidence of three separate sightings

of an unidentified flying object,

at roughly the same place, at roughly the same time.

I don't believe it.

Given your previous experiences

with UFOs, Ventress,

I would expect you to take this very seriously.

Is this Ned Hall's UFO?

Ned Hall's, Barry Watson's and mine.

You saw it?

Aye, at . last night.

It passed over me at exactly the same spot

where your cyclist was found dead.

But what did you see?

Nothing, but I heard it and I felt it.

It frightened the life out of me.

If I'd been up there riding my bike,

I would have fallen off. You know what that road is like.

You think a UFO k*lled him?

Forget about UFOs, Bellamy.

This is something to do with the RAF.

Some new type of glider, I reckon.

You should get on to the MOD and fast.

Thank you.

I'll pass on your report to Sergeant Craddock.

Well, is that it, then?

For the time being.

Myocardial infarction.

Or, as you'd say, a heart attack.

Not what you wanted to hear?

What caused the heart attack?

Coronary thrombosis

due to atheroma of the coronary artery.

Did this happen suddenly, sir,

or over a long period?

A sensible question.

He may well have experienced some previous symptoms.

Perhaps there was a family history of heart disease.

So this could have happened at any time?

It could.

Possibly induced by violent exercise or stress.

Could it have been caused by a fight?

There's no evidence of a fight.

From the rate of blood clotting,

the fall happened roughly two hours after death.

What about the burns on his arm?

It looked as if they were caused

by an electric heater.

Thank you, sir.

There was a fight.

How else did he get those burns?

Get on to Barry Watson. Bring him in.

Don't give him details and don't take excuses.

I want to talk

to Lizzie Ermini and Tony Eccles.

Find out who else knew about this heart condition.

MUSIC: 'I Don't Want Our Loving To Die' by The Herd

# My tangled emotions

# I need to unwind

# Cos, baby, don't you know I'll never leave you?

# I never want to deceive you

# Although I do

# No, I don't want our loving to die

# And I'm so tired of living a lie

# Though I know I believe I can try

# Yeah, I'll try

# You've got to believe me

# I mean what I say... #

Sue!What is it?

The police know about Paolo.

But how?

It was me. I'm sorry, Millie.

But they think that he were m*rder*d,

and that Barry did it.

I want this advert putting in the window.

"For sale, authentic memorial Mao figurines

made in China,

to raise funds for victims of oppression

at home and abroad.

Signed by the artist."

Victims of oppression?

What do you know about victims of oppression?

As far as you're concerned, I'm one of 'em.

You're trying to get rid of your crummy dolls

by pretending it's for a good cause.

I didn't come for a lecture.

I just want this putting in the window.

That is not going in my window.

And if I see it anywhere round here,

I'll report you for fraud.

Here. I want a jar of this.

How much?

- Ninepence. - Ninepence.

CASH REGISTER PINGS

DOORBELL RINGS

Hello. I'd like to speak to Mrs Ermini, please.

- LIZZIE: Who is it, Tony? - It's a copper.

Well! Sergeant Craddock.

Mrs Ermini.

Do you mind if I come in?

Mrs Ermini. And this would be...?

Yes, this is Tony Eccles.

I was coming to see you, Mr Eccles.

You got two birds with one stone.

Tony came to see if I was all right.

Yes.

Since you're here, Mr Eccles,

would you describe your movements

for the night before last?

Finished training. Got in the van.

After a couple of miles I got out and cycled home.

- Got home about . - Any witnesses to that?

No. I live alone.

Did you take the same route as Mr Ermini?

I don't know what route Mr Ermini took.

I didn't k*ll him.

-I didn't say you did. -No, but were thinking it.

He took away the two best things in my life.

My cycling.

And her.

Whatever I did, he were better than me.

I'm glad he's dead.

But I didn't k*ll him.

My husband had a strong effect on people.

Strong enough to get him k*lled?

You're the policeman.

Don't you even care what happened to him?

Why? Will it bring him back?

The Paolo I want to remember smiled at me in Italy,

not the idiot that raced round the moors

every night on his bike!

Your husband had a heart condition. Did you know?

Technically, that's what k*lled him.

Legally, though, it's a bit more complicated.

"Authentic memorial Mao figurines?

Raise funds for victims of oppression

at home and abroad."

- Have you sold any? - Yes.

The old ladies like his face. Would you like to buy one?

- It's in a good cause. -How much?

We leave that to the individual.

Whatever you feel you can afford.

Hm. Very cunning.

Well, a couple of bob'll have to do.

Thank you.

About time! I've been stuck here two hours.

I'm very sorry, Mr Watson.

I should think so.

Sit down, Mr Watson.

I've a job to be doing. A truck to unload.

Ah, yes. A truck. Sit down, please.

Tell us what it was doing

at Paddocks Cross two nights ago.

It were nowhere near Paddocks Cross.

It were sitting at home.

-Can you prove that? -Yes, I can.

Aidensfield Arms darts match.

Bob Thornton gave me a lift there and back,

cos I knew I'd be having a few and I did.

Alf Ventress saw me. He'll tell you.

Did you know Paolo Ermini?

Never heard of him.

Do you know what this is?

It's from your jacket.

In fact, it's from that tear there.

Can you tell us why it was found on a fence,

yards from where the body of Paolo Ermini was found?

Where the tracks of your truck were found, as well.

I want a solicitor.

I think you do.

Ah, there you are, Craddock.

What are you doing about my report?

What report?

The extremely sensitive report

that I gave to PC Ventress.

Where is Ventress?

Dunno, sarge.

Perhaps you'd like to come through, Mr Blaketon.

I do know the way, Craddock.

What was all that about?

A UFO k*lled the Italian.

DOOR CLOSES

Mike, could I have a word with you, please?Outside.

Hey! Hey!

No secrets between friends.

It may sound strange, but I'm telling you,

I heard it and I felt it. and in that very spot.

Have you been sleeping all right?

I sleep very well, sergeant.

Now, if you don't believe me, call the RAF.

If it's a classified project, they'll just deny it.

Exactly. That will tell you something, won't it?

No.

You have to tell him, Millie.

Please, sit down, Constable.

DOOR CLOSES

Paolo Ermini died there, on that rug.

He did?

Yes.

We were together.

Together?

Every Thursday. Darts night.

Here?

On the rug.

How did he actually... die?

Well, he threw out his arm,

then he kind of gasped.

But under the circumstances...

Oh, yeah.

Then I smelled burning,

and saw his poor arm was on the fire.

And what did you do then?

At first I panicked.

And then I cried.

And then I calmed down.

I dressed him,

and I put him and his bike

into the back of Barry's truck,

and I drove him up into the moors.

I thought I could make it look like an accident.

How much does your husband know about this?

Barry knows about darts.

Why was a scrap of his jacket

caught on the fence by Paolo's body?

Cos I was wearing the jacket.

You're gonna have to come to the station

to make a statement.

SIGHS

I only bought that by accident.

It was in auction.

I thought I was bidding for a view of Fountains Abbey.

Still I got my money's worth.

Let's get it over with, eh?

If I hear anything more, Mr Blaketon...

There is just one other thing

I'd like to talk to you about, sergeant.

CRADDOCK: Ah, where have you been?

Hunting UFOs.

Very funny, Ventress.

Perhaps it's the one that abducted you years ago.

There have been a few too many rumours of UFOs.

I thought I'd knock this one on the head.

Your particular UFO was flying down this line.

That's the same route that's taken

by the Leeds-Edinburgh cargo flightat the same time.

That's very fancy, Ventress.

But whatever it was that flew over me,

Ned Hall and Barry Watson, there was no engine sounds.

Since when do cargo planes have no engines?

Since they switch their engines off.

A couple of pilots were seeing

how far they could glide.

I had a word with their company manager.

It seems they've been in trouble for this before.

Something to do with reliving their RAF past.

Anyway, your times and dates confirmed it was them.

Well! Excellent work, Ventress.

Are you satisfied, Mr Blaketon?

Well, about that, yes.

But not about this.

Mrs Watson would like to make a statement, sarge.

Ventress, if you'd like to show Mr Watson home,

with apologies for any inconvenience, of course.

Mrs Watson, if you'd like to step into my office...

No. I'm not hiding from anyone.

In that case, come this way.

Eight pounds and sixpence. Not bad for one day, is it?

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Quick, hide the money.

Why? It's perfectly legitimate.

Is this your leaflet, Mr Greengrass?

Don't deny it, Greengrass.

I didn't say a word, let alone deny it.

CRADDOCK: Do you deny obtaining money

- under false pretences? - False pretences?

We are raising money for political causes.

Political causes, you see.

Mr Greengrass's only political cause

is Mr Greengrass.

I have met Mr Greengrass three times.

And on two of those occasions,

I have seen him harassed

and falsely accused by the police.

Mr Greengrass, can you explain precisely

how you intend this money

to benefit victims of oppression?

Well... n-n-not precisely.

Precisely.

If I see one of these or one of these,

around here again,

I will arrest you both.

Is that clear?

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

What'll happen to it, then, sarge?

Mrs Ermini doesn't want it.

Widowers and orphans, I suppose.

It'll be wasted on both.

- Mrs Watson. Can I help? - It's about that bike.

I spoke to Paolo's wife on the phone and...

- You phoned her? - She phoned me.

When she found out about it.

She wanted to talk.

About Paulo.

We got on, actually.

Well, I...

I asked her about the bike.

She said she never wanted to see it again.

She said I could have it.

Can I ask why? I mean, it's a fine machine, but...

It's for my husband.

Barry Watson?

- I know what his name is. - But he's...

Fat. I know.

But we were closer than close once.

We wanted to be like that again.

So, he's going to get fit

and we're going to go riding together.

Over the hills and far away.

Yes. That sort of thing.

Barry Watson on a bike?

It'll play merry hell with his darts.

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