09x07 - Always A Copper

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

BRADLEY CHUCKLES

- It's not Claude?- It is. It's Claude.

♪ Oh, what can it mean?

♪ To a daydream believer

♪ And a homecoming queen ♪

Hey, when shall I startdoing that collection?

When they get off.

I never knew that Totley Moorwas a Viking b*ttlefield.

CLAUDE: Uh-huh? There's a surprise.

There's a lot they wouldn't havetaught you at school, David.

Even if you'd have gone.

By the way, make surethey put English money in this time.

I don't want any moreof that Norwegian stuff.

TYPEWRITER CLACKING

PHONE RINGS

Sergeant Craddock.

Oh, Chief Constable.

To what do I owe the...

Crime prevention committees?

Er, yes, yes.

I have the report herein front of me.

In Aidensfield?

I see.

And did you have anyone particularin mind to chair this committee?

PHONE RINGS

GINA: Can you get that, Oscar?

HE SIGHS

Aidensfield Arms.

Yes, speaking.

Chief Constable?

You're not leaving thisparked here I hope, Greengrass.

Don't know whatyou're moaning about, Oscar.

I'm entertaining your customers,which is more than you've ever done.

I can see it's out ofthe goodness of your heart.

Now get this shifted, before I startchecking if it's roadworthy!

You know his trouble, don't you?He thinks he's still a copper.

Well, you know why that is.

Well, the Chief Constable'sasked him to organize

a Crime Prevention Committee.

That's all we need.

I'd like to sort out summatfor him to prevent.

CLAUDE LAUGHS

Agh!

Skal!

BOTH SPEAK NORWEGIAN

It's lively tonight.

Yeah.They've really added a buzz.

- Evening, Claude, David.- Hello.

How are the tours going?

Oh, great!

This afternoon, we went to thisancient Viking b*ttlefield.

There weren't anything there,'cause it's hundreds of years old.

Sort of all gone.

Bet you're glad you know that!

Even if you understoodwhat he was talking about.

Give us half a shandyand a large Scotch.

Get your money out.

Mr Greengrass, can I have a word?

As long as it's not a rude 'un.

I'll be over in a minute.

This committee of yourshas put a spring back in your step.

Does that mean I cancount on your support, Jack?

Glad to.

About time a few law-abiding folkmade a stand.

Well, that's good.

'Cause I've called a meetingfor tomorrow.

You know, it's funny.

But I still look at youand see a copper.

GINA: Hey! Welcome back.

How was the honeymoon?

You're not meant to askquestions like that, Gina.

It was lovely, thanks.

Gin and tonic, please, Gina.

Ah, usual for me.

Where have they all come from?

Oh, they're Norwegian students.

It's a good job the breweryhas got a special offer on the beer.

I see Claude'staking the opportunity

to brush up on his language skills.

You can't just up and away.

You said you were stayingfor a week.

You told us Aidensfield was close tomany important Viking sites.

I've checked my book.

There's no mentionof a battle on Tatley Moor.

I've hired the bus.

Sorry, Mr Greengrass,but we have not much money.

That's a shame, 'causeit'll be you that's missing out.

There's a lot of historic sitesare not printed in any guidebook.

- Why not?- Well, it's the Council, you see.

They're a bit worried abouttoo many visitors arriving.

They thought it'd stop peoplefrom coming.

But if you're a bit worried about,you know... about money,

if that's a bit of a problem,

I might be able to think of a wayto cut down on your overheads.

Here you go, Mum.

HE SIGHS

Five unsolved break-ins.

And are we any closerto apprehending the miscreant?

No, Sarge. He's good.

No matter how secure the building,he always finds the weak spot.

Run up the white flag, Ventress.

Her Majesty's constabularyhas met its match.

That's not what I meant, Sarge.

Bradley,over to Mrs Gibbons house, pronto.

You two, go through the crime sheetspertaining to the other break-ins

with a fine tooth comb.

Results, not excuses.

ALL: Sarge.

I'm glad you came in, Mr Blaketon.

I wanted to have a chat.

I thought you might.

I just wanted to make sureyou were under no misapprehensions.

Misapprehensions?

And what might they be?

This committee of yours.I'm happy enough for it to meet.

Ratepayers to meeting for a natter,I have no objection to that.

I was under the impressionthe Chief Constable

had a somewhatdifferent role in mind.

Which is why he was keento have someone

with police experience in charge.

Not to mention,an elected councillor.

With all due respect,Councillor Blaketon,

policing's moved on.

Whatever experienceyou may think you have

is unlikely to be much usein the fight against modern crime.

Blood. It looks like the burglarcame a cropper, Mr Givens.

Only shame is he didn't falland break his neck.

Your mother was with youthis weekend?

So the burglarycould've happened at any time?

Not before yesterday dinner.That's when I collected her.

Yesterday afternoonor last night, then.

There's nowt gets past you,is there?

So what do you reckon, Constable?

Will you catch him?

We'll do our best, Mr Givens.

Claude, I still don't getwhy they're off in such a rush.

Well, that'll be the Viking blood.

They're always looking forsomewhere new to loot and pillage.

You reckon they've hadthe guest towels away?

LAUGHS Very good!

David, we'd better get them downto the railway station.

Railway station?I thought we were taking...

How many times have I told you?Thinking's not good for you.

It'll bruise your brain.Come on.

Thanks. Bye.

This way, Mr Gulliver.

Does that mean you got it?

Yeah,I start the day after tomorrow.

Oh, brilliant.

OSCAR: Firstly, I would like tothank you all for coming

and giving up your lunch time.

Now, I won't pretendthat the idea of this committee

has been met with universal support.

Name names, Oscar.

We all know you're talking aboutthe Welsh windbag.

Well, Sergeant Craddock does havehis own ways of working, Jack.

But we must be preparedto put up with the sceptics,

and to provethat we have a role to play.

And what's that, Mr Blaketon?

To assist the police, Ronnie.To be their eyes and their ears.

RONNIE:You think they'll take any note?

After me Mum were burgled,the copper came in ten minutes.

Take me longer to clean windows!

Well, I'm sure the constablewas doing his job, Ronnie.

I'm not saying he wasn't.

What hope has Mum gotof seeing her things again?

They were a jewellery box,last present Dad gave her.

Sergeant Craddock.

Don't mind me.Carry on as if I wasn't here.

Yes, right.

Well, I'm sure those things are bestlooked after by the police, Ronnie.

But that doesn't meanthat we can't do our bit.

Like what, Oscar?

Well, Ronnie's mother's thingshave been sold on somewhere.

We must keep our eyes openin antique shops and pawnbrokers.

Provided, that any informationyou do discover,

is immediately passed onto one of my officers.

Agreed, Mr Blaketon?

Naturally, Sergeant.

Right, that's the two extra, love.

Thanks, lads.

- Thanks very much. See you.- Ta-ta.

Hey, love.Is the landlord about?

Landlady.And you're looking at her.

I'm after a room.

So long as that's all you're after.

Do you like it?

Well, it's okay. If you'd gotsomething a bit cheaper,

you'd have money leftfor razor blades.

Well, that's most of it, anyway.

Most? I keep thinkingI've come into the wrong house.

Don't exaggerate.

Oh, do you knowwhat I really fancy now?

A long hot soak to get the dust off.

Well, I'll, erm...I'll put the boiler on, then.

I already did.

Well, after all,I didn't want us catching a cold.

Us?

It's a very big bath, Mike.

BOTH: Hiya.

I've had a word with me Gran,

she'll lend us the deposit.

- I'll have to pay her back.- We'll have to pay her back.

It won't be me and you.It'll be us soon.

It's gonna strange though, won't it?

You and me with our own home.

You're still keen, aren't you?

Oh, yeah. Stop fretting.

- Right, see you tomorrow.- Yeah, see you later.

Now then, Nellie.All right, love?

- That's an improvement.- Glad you approve.

You never said what you weredoing here in Aidensfield.

No, no. I didn't, did I?

Will you be staying long, Mr Ryan?

Oh, I can never tell.

If that's a problem,I can cough up for a week upfront.

GINA: Oh, that won't be necessary.

So what is it you do?

As much as I need to.Little as I can get away with.

I'm just nipping out, Gina.

You won't find much.Pretty dead round here.

Then maybe we ought to give itthe kiss of life one night.

Tell Grandad not to wait up, eh?

After you.

Hiya, Maggie.

Who was that?

Andy Ryan.And that's all I know.

That, and he couldcharm the birds off a tree.

What can I get you?

Oh, an orange juice for me.Thanks, Gina.

It's a bit quieter in here tonight.

More's the pity.

The Norwegians have moved downtowards Scarborough way.

Really? I just saw them getting offa bus at Claude's place.

Right. Where?

I'll be there right away.

I was taking a call.

There's a robbery taking placeat Hampton's Brewery.

PANTING

MICHAEL: Are you all right, mate?

HE SIGHS

You think we haven'tgot enough on our plate?

Les Gulliver ran out.I didn't stand a chance, Sarge.

- Why was he running?- Precisely.

That's what I wantto talk to him about.

No, Bradley.You keep away from him.

Whatever Mr Gullivan says,

there's going to bea police investigation.

I don't want any suggestionof you leaning on him.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

What is it, Ventress?

The manager confirmsthat one of the drays is gone.

He doesn't knowhow many kegs were on it.

They're doing a stocktakelater today.

What about the night watchman?

Well, he was threatened with a knifeand tied up.

Right. Bradley,get on with your investigations.

Sarge.

And you might manage that withoutinjuring a member of the public.

Are you sure aboutdischarging yourself?

Aye, I start work tomorrow.

Okay. I'd better call roundto your house later.

Thanks.WINCES

Oh, I'll do that.

Me fiancee said it were a copperwho nearly ran me over?

That's right.

If you see him, can you say I'm notblaming him? It were my fault.

Yes. Yes, I will.

WINCES

Oh, sorry.

I did that ages ago.

Hello, Gina. Nice surprise.

Right, Claude.What exactly is going on?

Not much. I'm brushing upon me Norway and the Norwegians.

And clearing them out of my pub!

Well, I'll tell youwhat happened there, love.

They were sayingthey were a bit short of funds

and they couldn't affordto stay there.

Not so short you can't getyour hands on what's left.

Can't you think of it as a bitof friendly commercial rivalry?

Yeah, I can.

As long as you can think ofthe fact that you're barred

as unfriendly commercial rivalry!

And that goes for you and all.

What's wrong with her?

She's suffering from a shortageof Scandinavians.

- What do you want?- The... The Norwegians.

What's up with them?

They wanna know when you're gonnatake them to your next Viking site.

I haven't decidedwhere it's gonna be yet.

You what?

Tell them I'm working on it.

And shut the door.

From the outside, David.

- I'd best be off.- Of all the cheating, lousy crooks.

Come on, Ginny.You know what Claude's like.

He just can't help himself.

Yeah, only this timehe's gone too far.

Try not to do Claude a mischief.I've a busy day as it is.

See you, Maggie.

Bye.

Your mate's got a point.

Do you mind?That was a private conversation.

It was about as privateas a foghorn.

All I'm saying is, don't get angry.Get even.

You've got an answer for everything.

Is that what you think upwhen you go driving?

There's only one wayto find out, Gina.

You wouldn't get much thinking donewith me in your car.

Hey! I meant the way I yap on.

You're a bit too sure of yourself.

Mr Blaketon called.

Go in, Ronnie.They've just started.

What's this?Knitting circle meeting again?

Right, I've called this meetingbecause I think

that we now have the opportunityto prove our mettle.

Last night, there was a robberyat Hampton's Brewery.

What are you suggesting, Oscar?

I hear the policehave very little to go on.

There's a turn-up!

We might be in a position to help.

What the police need are sightingsof anything or anyone suspicious.

Like a sports car speeding likeit were driven by Stirling Moss?

You saw this car?

Coming back this way.From the direction of the brewery.

So, apart from seeing this guy,

you've nothing to tie Mr Ryanin with the robbery.

Only that he's failed to givea valid reason

for being in the area.

It's not a crime, is it, Oscar?

No one's saying it is.

I'm just passing on information.

Like a responsible citizen.

All right, well, thanks Mr. Givens.I'll have a word.

Is that all?

Well, like I said, I'll, er...

I'll talk to Mr Ryan,

but Moor is a potential witness,than a suspect.

Oscar.

He's right, Ronnie. What you sawdoesn't incriminate Ryan, does it?

Not on its own, anyway.

God, that smell funny.What is it?

You know that stuff the counter useto paint the middle of the road?

That's some of it that's notgoing to be used down the road.

Here we are.

Well, it's a cave.

Well done, David.Ten out of ten.

It's not going to be just any cave.

Isn't it?

When you've painted this picture

on one of them wallswith that paint,

it's going to become an ancient,historical monument cave.

As used by the Norwegian Vikings.

Is it?

No, what's that got to do with it?

Here, come on.In you go. Go on.

Put your light on.

Anyway, Les said he ran outwithout looking.

I thought you'd want to know.

Thanks.

It should get the internalinvestigation off my back.

I'll leave you to it.

Oh, Maggie, er...

he didn't saywhat he got up to last night?

No. Why?

There's something about it.It just doesn't feel right.

Mike, this is probably nothing.

Les has a serious cut to his leg.

A gash to Mr Gulliver's leg is nota lot of evidence of burglary.

I know that, Sarge.

It could tie in with the bloodI found on the cold frame.

Gullivers.

There used to be a familyof Gullivers off the Whitby Road.

After a bit of persuasion,they had to move away.

Persuasion?

They were a bad lot. In the end,no shopkeeper would serve them.

Nobody had given themthe time of day.

Perhaps we should havea chat with this lad.

- Get onto it, Bellamy.- Sarge.

COUGHS

Ah, Mr Blaketon.I was hoping to run across you.

Is that so?

Inform your committeethat I'm trying to run

a robbery investigation.

Having my phone lines kept busy

with people reportingtittle-tattle isn't helping.

The problem is, Sergeant,

it's tittle tattle that's succeededwhere your officers... have failed.

We found your dray.

SHE CHUCKLES

Looks like they switched overthe pier here.

Still seems likea lot of hard work, Alf.

How do you mean?

Why load the kegs onto one dray

and switch them down the road?Why not use their own vehicles?

It doesn't make sense.

The only way it could have ended uphere is by crossing Draker's Bridge.

He'd be mad.It's got a weight restriction.

Exactly. Why risk losing everythingin the river?

I cut it on the kick startcouple of weeks back.

The nurse said it's a recent injury.

You didn't get it seen to?

Where were you Sunday afternoon,Les?

I can't remember.

Well, I hearyou've been going steady.

Perhaps you werewith your girlfriend?

No, and I don't wantyou talking to her, neither.

I know why you've come here.

- Yeah?- 'Cause of who I am, innit?

Any Gulliver's up to no good, right?

I came to stay with Gran to get awayfrom all that. So let us.

Gina?

Do you make a habit of going throughyour guest's luggage, Mr Blaketon?

I had reasonable cause to believe

that Mr Ryan was involvedin the robbery.

Ronnie Givensdid report seeing Ryan

coming from the general direction.

GINA: Ah, that was fab!

We'll give her a run downthe coast road.

Really let her out.

It sounds great.

Oh, it's very romantic by moonlight.

Oh, you know all aboutthat sort of thing, do you?

Only what I read in books.

I must be reading the wrong titles,then.

TAPS TWICE

What's up?

We'd like a word, please, Mr Ryan,down at the station.

What's going on, Andy?

You're a bit of a mystery.

Even Miss Wardhardly knew anything about you.

I came here to get away from peopleknowing my business.

And what business is that?

Must pay well.There's over £ in your bag.

That's wages.Bumped up by danger money.

Some kind of Simon Templar, are you?

So where did get to last night?

I went for a drive.

You were gone several hours.

I parked up.

Look, I fancied a bit of air.

Can anyone corroborate that?

And then there's this.

It's hardly a Swiss army knife,is it?

It's a tool of my trade.I'll explain what it's for.

Only first, I want a solicitor.

I'd have given anything to be there.

Just to see that lookwiped off Craddock's face.

That's not what it's all about,Jack.

Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it.

OSCAR CHUCKLES

Well, I'm saying nothing.

But a little bird tells methat Craddock

may soon have his own arrestto gloat on.

The culprit for all our burglaries.

Oh, aye?

Just between ourselves, Jack.

Does the name Gullivermean anything to you?

It's hard to tell whetherhe's telling the truth, Sarge.

Seemed genuine enoughabout wanting to make a fresh start.

Yet he can't remember where he wastwo afternoons ago.

It does seem unlikely, I agree.

Keep an eye on him, Bellamy.

Anything more on the dray, Ventress?

Er, it's been dusted for prints,Sarge.

Good.

Ryan thinks he can play smart,he's got another thing coming.

- Ms Lambert.- It's Mrs Bradley, actually.

I'm here to represent Mr Ryan.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Aye.

Are you sure it were him?

Right.

Mr Ryan is a deep sea diver.

He's just returned from three monthsin the North Sea.

I think that explainsthe knife and the money.

Why didn't he tell us before?

Well, apparently,he values his privacy.

I'm very glad to seethe leg's on the mend, Sergeant.

See your wife out, Bradley.

Then release Mr Ryan.

It's very basic.Very sort of primitive.

A cave?

It's not just any old cave.It's... Odin's Cave.

Odin?

Odin, you've heard of him, in't it?

He's one of yours.

You see, Aidensfield wasn't alwaysspelt the way it is now.

It used to be called Odin's Field.

It's where they put his bodybefore he went to Valhalla.

This cave was somethingto do with it?

That's where they laid him out.

You could walk by itand you wouldn't notice it.

You'd need somebody like me to showyou the walls where the painting is.

Painting?

Yeah. Painting of his journey,like in the boat.

And, you know, I thought,you being a student,

it would be right up your strasse.

Andy?

There's turn up for the books.

But why not tell people what you do?

Why leave them thinking the worst?

Because I don't have to explainmyself to anyone.

But you did to me.

Yeah, but then, you're special.

You're not taking the mickey,are you?

Why else do you reckonI've stuck around?

Hardly for the night life, is it?

And a pint of bitter.

MICHAEL: Thanks, Oscar.

Oh, keep that.T'brewery's got a special offer on.

Shame we're going to the pictures.

Out celebrating, are you?

Sorry, Mr Givens?

From what I hear,

your missus had a good day,getting our robber let off.

What are you suggesting?

It's all right, Mike.Say what you've got to, Mr Givens.

Very cosy. One locks 'em up,the other one gets 'em off.

Hey, Ronnie.

No, It's okay, Oscar.Mr Givens is entitled to his say.

Not if it's againstone of my guests.

If you want to accuse anyone,do it elsewhere.

I will.

Drinking here when an armed robber'supstairs, turns my stomach.

Anyone else feel the same?

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

DOG BARKS

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Les?

Will you drive?

We'll have to getused to the likes of Ronnie Givens.

Really, why's that?

There's always gonna be peoplewondering about us.

Finding it all a bit too cosy.

Well, that's a riskwe'll just have to take.

Personally,the idea of cosy sounds fine to me.

The police might've let you off.

That don't mean the rest of uscan't recognize dirt.

Unless you want trouble,you get lost.

Hey, Ronnie,what are you playing at?

Crime Prevention.Remember, Mr Blaketon?

Not by taking the lawinto your own hands. Let him go.

DOG BARKS

You're welcome to him.

You've been warned!

Why start summat you don't intendto finish, Mr Blaketon?

DOG BARKS

What's up?

Thought he waspart of your lynch mob.

It's not what I intended.

Perhaps, you ought to tell him that.

HE SIGHS

Hi, Maggie.

Hello, Gina.You haven't seen Mike, have you?

He was in earlier.

Want to leave a message?

Yes. Yes, I'd better.

It's about Les Gulliver.

He's back in hospital.Only this time, he's beaten up.

Bye.

Beaten up?

Maggie found him last night.Phil's on his way to the hospital.

First, Gulliver runs into the road.he doesn't hear a motorbike coming,

next thing he's beaten up.

The question is, by whom?

Still, Bellamy's working on it.

The brewery robbery.Where are we on that?

Looks like we might haveanother lead.

Alf's checking it out now.

I hope this isn'tmore questions about Andy.

Oh, no, no.

You know the other day you told Mike

the brewery had a special offer on?

That's right.Two extra kegs, half price. Why?

Well, how'd you find out about it?

Was it a circularthat they sent you?

The lads on the dray told me.

What's that got to dowith the robbery, Alf?

Look, I tripped over me scooterin the yard.

After which you kicked and punchedyourself for good measure.

Why don't you tell uswho beat you up?

No one did.

Have it your own way.

Only to me, it seems likeyou're hiding something.

Being a copper,that makes me suspicious.

What do you mean?

There's been a spate of burglariesin Aidensfield.

They've all happenedsince you came back.

Nothing to do with me.

For your sake, I hope it isn't.

See, the last house that got burgledbelongs to widow.

That's the sort of thingjudges come down hard on.

Think about it, Les.

HE SIGHS

What's the matter with you, David?

Am I really barred,like you said, Gina?

I miss being here,and I miss you, as well.

All right, then, David.I'll make you a deal.

You tell me what Claude's up to,all of it, mind.

And I might just reconsider.

I don't see whyyou're so het up, Oscar.

Ronnie and his mates got hot-headed.

It won't take muchto pull them back in line.

It's not that cut and dried, Jack.

If anyone's taking the lawinto their own hands,

it's up to us to report it.

The police, you mean?

Well, aye. If we don't,it makes us complicit.

I just don't meanthe as*ault on Ryan.

You mean Gulliver?

Yeah, well, he ended up in hospital.

We've no way of knowingthat was Ronnie, not for sure.

Even if it was,I doubt he'll complain.

Most likely, he'll run backwhere he came from.

Not good enough, Jack.

If Ronnie's gone off the rails,we can't just ignore it.

Of course not.

You must do what you think's right.

All I'm saying is,think it through first.

What do you mean?

It was you who told Ronnie how tolook out for his mum's things.

So?

What if Ronniedid turn something up?

And the pawnbrokergave him a description

of the lad who brought it in?

How's Sergeant Craddockgonna see that?

I reckon he'll use itto say you encouraged Ronnie.

Perhaps for once it might be worthturning a blind eye.

A fiddle?

That's how it looks, Sarge.

The draymen have beenrunning their own special offer.

An extra couple of kegs on top ofa pub's usual order, at half price.

It's a neat set-up.

They overload by a few kegsand get to pocket the money.

How does it fit the robbery?

They'd do a stock check.Missing kegs would've shown up,

they had to hide it.

- By faking a robbery.- Exactly.

Earlier in the day,they'd take out an empty dray,

dump it, and then make it look likea full one had been stolen.

By threatening a blokethey work with? Tying him up?

It's a bit much, in't it?

Not if he's in on it as well.

Whoever made the callmust have been in on the robbery.

They didn't want to leave Enochtied up all night.

Right. Coats on, gentlemen.

We've some arrests to make.

Make sure no one leaves, Bradley.

Right, Sarge.

Phil!

HE GROANS

Oh!

Roll out the barrel!

Whatever you say, Alf.

The night watchman's confirmedhe was in on it, as well.

Excellent.Put a kettle on, Bradley.

I feel in the mood to celebrate.

No, on second thought,I may take my lunch in the pub.

Ah, Mr Blaketon,I was just coming to see you.

We've apprehended those responsiblefor the brewery robbery.

Only this time, we won't beletting them go prematurely.

Look, I'd like a word, Sergeant.

We're talking about vigilantes,Mr Blaketon.

Acting under the aegisof your committee.

I do realize that, Sergeant.

I'm not proud of the waythings have turned out.

No doubt the damage to Mr Ryan's carcan be laid at their door as well.

My, my.Things have got out of hand.

Hang on a sec, Sarge.

Something doesn't add up.

Oscar, you thinkyou put Ronnie onto Les,

by sending him off to hunt downsome of his mother's things?

Unwittingly, yes.

It's a simple enough explanation.

Even if Ronnie did findthe stolen goods,

and got a descriptionof whoever sold them,

how did he match that to Les?

I doubt they've ever met before.

You might have a point there,Bradley.

Unless...

Oscar?

Unless I've been more blindthan I thought.

Hey, I thought I told you to takethat stuff back to the house.

I did. I had to go backand get some more.

Get some more? What for?

Oh, ladies...Put your light on.

Ladies and gentlemen,

David will now escort youinto the very bowels of Odin's Cave.

But there will be a smallextra charge of two shilling,

to defray conservationwear and tear,

payable in advance.

As I said, them burglariesare nothing to do with me.

Yes, we know what you said,Mr Gulliver.

Then why not believe us?

Les, I hear you're engagedto be married.

What's that got to do with it?

I see why you wouldn'twant it coming out

you've been breaking into houses,now that would mess things up.

It raises the questionof why do it at all?

Unless you're being coerced.

And if that is the case,we could tell the court.

Provided we were convincedthose were the facts.

Are you sayingthey might go easy on me?

CLAUDE: Be carefulwhere you're putting your feet.

Those with torches,keep them turned on.

Try and follow the lights.But don't come too... Where is it?

Up there.

I told you to do it in white.Where's the colours come from?

Oh, it's so exciting, Mr Greengrass.

Like being a part of history.

I feel I could reach out and touchthe person who painted this.

Well, I'm not surprised.

A simple mind using the only toolsat his disposal to communicate.

Simple?

Thank you, David.

Come through, ladies and gentlemen.

There we are, that's it.

That's the paintingI was talking about.

Amazing when you thinkit's hundreds... thousands of years.

And probably even longer.

Don't forget all these other ones,Mr Greengrass.

What are you on about?

What other ones?

I told you just to paint the boat.What's all this lot?

Oh, well, that one there.That's a horse and cart.

And that's a tram.

- And that one...- A tram?

Vikings didn't have trams.

Yes, they did.

Of course they didn't!They didn't even have electricity.

I know that.They were powered by the sun.

Gina said that they used the sunfor all sorts.

Gina?What's Gina got to do with it?

Please, what is going on?

Excuse me a minute, Fraulein.

Come here. Come here.

What exactly did Gina tell you?

She said that the Vikingsinvented all sorts of stuff.

I bet she did.

Mr Greengrass?

Why is there a pictureof a space rocket?

I've no idea.

I think I must havea very serious word.

Not as serious as the wordI'm going to have with David.

David? David!

David!

Hiya!

Have you seen Andy?

Erm...

I'm sorry, Gina.

Andy's gone.

He said to give you this.

What do you mean?Where's he gone?

There was a telephone call.

A diving job came up, apparently.Off the Spanish coast.

He either made the flightor missed out.

Oh. I see.

Well, it doesn't matter.

It was only a fling.

Oh, Gina...

I know I never made it easyfor you and Andy.

I never really took to him.

Even so...

..I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I've made being unlucky in loveinto an art form.

He's in.

Right.

I won't ask whereyou learnt to do that.

I'm not doingany more burglaries for you.

I don't want you to.

In fact, you and me are never goingto clap eyes on each other again.

You mean it?

You're going as far awayfrom Aidenfield

as your little legs will carry you.

- I'm staying. I'm getting wed.- Not here, you're not.

The police are onto you.

I'm not waiting for you to blaband get me involved.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm telling you to get lost.

I thought the kickingRonnie gave you

would've got thatinto your thick skull.

You sent him!

Ronnie's a bit like you, Les.

Useful to do the dirty work.

That way you'll never get caught,eh, Mr Arundall?

I wouldn't try that, Mr Arundall.

I don't think he will, Alf.

Picking on youngstersis more his line.

What about the lad?

We'll put in a word.

Which is more thanMr Givens can expect.

Hmm, yes.

Well, I'd like you to knowthat in the light of recent events,

I'll be disbandingthe Crime Prevention Committee.

Forthwith.

Well, that may be no bad thing.

The important thing is,matters are under control again.

Back in safe hands, as it were.

Yes, well...

Thank you, Sergeant. Constable.

There is one other little matteroutstanding, Mr Blaketon.

Oh, yes?

The beer that was stolenfrom Hampton's Brewery.

Some of it made its wayto the Aidensfield Arms.

I'm sure that you and Miss Wardwere unaware that it was stolen.

I'll pretend you never said that,Sergeant.

But the question is,does ignorance constitute defence?

Or should we considering chargesof receiving stolen property?

Just you try, Craddock.

And the only pub that will serve youwill be in Llandudno.