09x15 - The Seven Year Itch

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♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

- Have you seen my fags?- No.

They were on this desk.

Forget them, Alf.

Morning, lads.

Cutting it a bit fine, aren't you?

On the dot, I'd say.

Hey, what's he like?

Sergeant Nokes, you mean?What's he like, Alf?

- Another Craddock?- No.

A Blaketon?

Er... Not exactly.

As Sergeant Craddockprobably told you,

we've temporarily swapped desks,

as part of a policyto broaden officers' experience.

I am here to learn,not change things.

So, it'll be businessas usual for you.

Does that includesmoking in the duty room?

My one vice, Constable.I could hardly object, could I?

And yes, these are yours. I wastoo late to get my own this morning.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Er, slip out when you have a break,will you? That's all.

Oh, Bellamy?

I couldn't help noticingyour whistle chain.

Oh, there isn't one, sarge.

I know. Where is it?

Well, it's at home.It kept falling off.

See to it tomorrow, will you?

Right, Sarge.

Hello?

Whose is the banger outside?

Oh, somebody who's booked in.

Does the driverlook as dangerous as his vehicle?

Oh, he's quite nice, as it happens.Very polite.

Well, if he suggests a spin,

I'd tell himyou're washing your hair.

Shh, keep it down.He's only through there.

Thanks.

- Oh, was that enough?- Yeah, just the ticket.

Ray Nixon.

Well, well.

I take it you know one another.

You could say.

- OSCAR: When did you get out?- Week ago. Time flies, eh?

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question,Sergeant.

I'm a civilian now. I live here.

Once a copper, always a copper,isn't that what they say?

Thanks again.

You're welcome.

You didn't saywhat you were doing here.

No, I didn't.

CLAUDE: Eh, all right. Go on,I'll take a chance again.

I'll let you have fifty quid.

But I need £.

I hope you're not forgetting

all the interest you owe meon the money I'm lending you.

I'm not a complete fool.

I never used the word complete.

I'm trying to give you an advice.

Well, try to keep it.I get enough of that at home.

Has your mother actually metthis lady friend of yours?

Not likely.

But I thought you saidshe was "The one."

Oh, she is. I'm not going to spoilit by introducing her to Mother.

Not until there's an engagement ringon her finger.

You've only known her five minutes.

Look, are you gonna lend methis money or not?

Under duress.

You can have fifty quid.Take it or leave it.

Okey-dokey.

ELECTRIC FLICKERING

HE SIGHS

CASH REGISTER RINGS

Oh, Anthony.

Well?

I don't know what to say.

Well, try it on for size.

Oh.

It's beautiful.

It's not half as beautifulas you are, Sandra.

Anthony's latest.

Yeah. Another woman who'll run hersticky fingers through his wallet.

You never know.It could be the real thing.

How's that?

Whirlwind romance? Wedding bells?

HE CHUCKLES Pigs might.

He's married to his mother.

- Hiya, Mike.- Evening.

- What can I get you?- Oh, just the usual, please, Gina.

- Hello, Mike.- Oscar.

No Jackie?

Er, no.

She's got a bit of homework to do.

Oh, well, in that case,do you mind if I bend your ear?

Well, sure.

If it's an electrician you want,you're looking at the wrong man.

It is what you wanted?

Of course it is. Who wouldn't?

Six weeks isn't long,

but it's long enoughif you're right for each other.

And it has felt right, hasn't it?

You've made me very happy, Anthony.

- Give us a kiss.- Later!

Okey-dokey.

Talk of the devil.

Did... did you put him away?

Not exactly. It was a CID case.

A big robbery in a warehouse.

The g*ng needed somebodyon the inside to fix the alarms.

Nixon?

Mmm. When the job was done,he got cold feet.

He phoned me, anonymously at first.

He offered to name namesin exchange for leniency.

Now, CID told me to offer himwhat he wanted,

promised to give himsome brownie points in court.

- And he swallowed it?- Oh, he swallowed it. And coughed.

And when it came to the trial,he got the same as the others,

seven years.

HE EXHALES A bit stiff.

Mmm. The judge saidhe'd abused his position of trust.

And now he fetches up here.

- Coincidence?- I'm not sure.

I just want somebodywatching my back.

PAPERS RUSTLING

Relax.

The prosecutorwon't be as boned up as you.

Well, let's hope not.

BOTH KISSING

- Have a good day.- Thank you.

I'll leave thisat the office tonight.

- Hello.- Constable Bradley?

JACKIE: Well, he's in here. Come in.

Bye.

- Ray Nixon.- Good Morning. How can I help you?

I've come to reporta missing wrist watch.

Er... missing or stolen?

I don't know. It's worth a fair bit.

It was st birthday presentfrom my mother.

It means a lot to me.

Would you mindnot standing in my light?

I thought by now you could havevalued these yourself.

I like to come to a professional.

I'm not a charity, Mr Greengrass.

I knowbut there's no problem, is there?

If I decide to sell it,you'll get first refusal, won't you?

The main point is, is it genuine?

Yes. Very nice.

Much the same as the others.Four, is it now?

All from the same source, I'd guess?

Could well be.

Keeping it close to your chest, eh?

And under me hat.HE CHUCKLES

ANTHONY: See you later, girls.

Have you had any messagesfor Anthony Mottram?

No.

Oh, it's just I'm expecting someone,you see.

Do you want a towel?

Er, well...two would be rather nice.

So, who has access to the bedroom?

The key holder.

- Nixon?- Yeah.

- But you have a master key?- Yeah.

Which is there.

So you'd know if someonecame in here and took it?

Well, yeah.

Which leaves thee and me.

- Has he looked hard enough for it?- Oh, every inch of his room.

What else you expect us to do, Mike.

Apart from looking in ours.

Well...SHE SNEERS

If you think that,you can think again.

I've gotmore important things to do.

Erm, excuse me a minute.

LAUGHTER AND SHOUTING

GIRLS HOOTING

KNOCKING AT DOOR Oscar?

What...

HE GROANS Well, thanks.

Mystery solved.

It was found behind the cisternin the bathroom.

What?

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Yes?

Sorry, my fault.

Sorry for the fuss, constable.

Well, no trouble, Mr Nixon.

No trouble at all.

- Mrs Mottram?- Yes.

Arthur Sykes.

A dealer in antiquarian books,manuscripts and maps.

Your late husbandmay have mentioned my name.

Well, if he did, Mr Sykes,I'm afraid it was too long ago.

How may I help you?

Mr Mottram had a particularly finecollection of maps.

I wonderedwhat had happened to them.

Nothing. They're here.

Exactly as my husband left them.

Really?

How interesting.

Thank you.

Erm, can I have a refundfor this one? Hasn't been used.

Has it been on the grass?

Well, just, um... you know, sort of.

If it's touched the grass,it's been used.

Yes!

Very nice.

Very nice indeed.

I'm afraid I never sharedhis fascination for them.

Would you consider selling them?

I'm afraid not.It was my husband's wish

that I shouldleave the collection to our son.

Well, it's perfectly natural to wantto keep such things in the family.

He catalogued every one.

Mmm?

Part of the enjoyment, he said.

Well, naturally.HE CHUCKLES

You think this man, Nixon,is dangerous?

Yes.

Has he threatened you?

Not physically. Not yet.

We all make enemies in this job,Mr Blaketon.

This man helped us to put awayhardened criminals

and ended up with the same sentence.

- He was guilty.- He was conned!

By them and us.

What exactly do you expectfrom me, Mr Blaketon?

Solidarity.

The job looks after its own.

Retired or not.

I think Nixon should knowhe's being watched!

I'm afraid I can't havemy officers worrying

about somethingthat might never happen.

Oh, so you wait till it does?

Well, I'm sorry.

So am I.

I ran this station for a long time,Sergeant.

I don't recognise the place now.

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

Thank you, Mr Sykes.You've been most informative.

My pleasure, Mrs Mottram.

And whatever you can do,I'll be most grateful.

Till tomorrow, then.

Morning.

- Where have you been?- Nowhere.

There's no such placeas nowhere, Anthony.

SHE SNIFFS

You've been swimming.I can smell chlorine.

- Who's that?- An antiques dealer.

What's he want?

He wanted to buy your father's maps.

- How did he know about them?- Apparently, he knew him.

- And you let him in?- He seemed very knowledgeable.

You'll meet him yourself tomorrow.

What?

He's valuing the whole collection,for insurance purposes.

No!

What do you mean, "No?"

I've been most remiss, he tells me.

Now, come on in.

Tell me where you've been.You know I'll find out anyway.

GINA: There you go.

And one for yourself.

Oh, thanks.

Would it be a problem if I stayed onfor another couple of days?

No, not at all.Why, has something come up?

I tracked down an old girlfriend.

Yeah? Is she still single?

Married and divorced.Wendy Cartwright. Do you know her?

Yeah, I do. Only to say hello to.But she seems really nice.

Yeah. It was serious between usat one time.

ELECTRICAL FLICKERING

Hey, Gina. Are the lightson the blink or is it me?

More of Oscar'sdo-it-yourself, Claude.

I thought for a minute you'd beenslipping alcohol into this scotch.

I should have known better.

ELECTRICAL FLICKERING

DOG BARKS

SHE SIGHS I thought you were going out?

OSCAR: Yeah, I am.

Would you mind going now beforeall me customers beat you to it?

Yeah, right.

SHE SIGHSELECTRICAL FLICKERING

DOG BARKS

DOORKNOB JAMMED

GLASS SHATTERS

GLASS TUMBLING

We're looking fora very clumsy burglar, Claude.

And one that's as thick as a brick.The door opened 'round the side.

Four antiquarian maps. Is that it?

Well, it's hard to say, Phil.

I mean... It's going to takea bit of time

to sort out exactly what's missing.

What... What's she doing here?

Oh, she wanted to see the patch.

Be careful of that pot, Missus,it's Doulton.

- Spode, actually.- As well.

And it's Sergeant Nokesto you, Claude.

I'm sure Mr Greengrassmeant no disrespect, constable.

Maps is a bit specialised for you,in't it, Claude?

Well, I'm... I'm... branching out.

Is this your blazer button?

No.

Oh, hang on, yes, yes. Yes, it is.

And so's that Spode Doulton,so be a bit careful wi' it.

GINA: Do you know what timeyou got in?

I've no idea.

Two o'clock.And a right racket, you made.

Well, I'm sorry, Gina.

It was the chairmanof the Rotary Club's annual dinner.

I always seem to overdo it.

- Any more toast?- Yeah, I'm just doing some.

You'll have to excuse Oscar.

He's not himself.

I see what you mean.

Are you gonna eat that?OSCAR SIGHS

No.

You'll be golfingon an empty stomach.

I'll grab a sandwich at lunchtime.Once my stomach's settled.

- There you go.- Thanks.

Oh, no. You stay here. Oscar's gotsomething to say, haven't you?

HE CLEARS THROAT

Gina tells me you're staying onfor a couple more days.

Yeah. Unfinished business.

I must say,it was a shock seeing you again.

I always felt badlyabout what happened.

I know you trusted me.

Yeah.

Well, I did what I could,but it was CID.

They'd sell their granniesfor a result.

I wish I could have done more.I want you to know that.

That probably makes you feel a lotbetter than it does me, Mr Blaketon.

The good thing isyou're still a young man.

You've still got time to...make something of your life.

Sure. You seem to have doneall right for yourself.

This here?

Yeah. Stroke of luck.

Pure and simple.

I've had seven years bad luck.

Maybe you're due some.

Yeah? I suppose.

HE SIGHS

There are certainly compensationsout here.

Glorious countryside,friendly locals.

By the way... nice whistle.

HE CHUCKLES

Did you...Did you request somewhere like this?

No. No, it was a bitmore complicated than that.

I see.

And as a stranger, the worst thingis not having anyone to confide in.

Well, it's not for long, is it?

You see, I was ordered here

because of an affair witha married officer.

This is a cooling-off posting.

I see.

SHEEP BLEATING

Occupational hazard around here.

No rush.They'll clear in their own time.

ANTHONY: May I speakto Sandra, please?

Ah? Well, when are youexpecting her back?

A month?

She didn't say she was going away.

No, no, no. It's Anthony.

It's Anthony Mottram.

Hasn't Sandra mentioned me?

CAR ENGINE REVS

Okey-dokey.

No, no. Well, thank you.Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

HE HANGS UP PHONE

Hey, I've been looking for you.

I don't suppose by any chanceyou've lost a button, have you?

Yeah, I thought so.You thieving toerag.

What are you getting excited about?

I'm getting excited,

because you dropped itwhen you broke into my place.

When I what?

- Where are they?- What?

You know what.The maps, where are they?

HE CHUCKLES I don't know.

HE SHOUTS I said, 'Where are they?'

I don't know! When I got intoyour place I couldn't find them.

- You what?- They weren't there.

- Weren't there?- I swear it.

If I don't get 'em back,you'll not be the only one swearing.

HE CHUCKLES

SHEEP BLEATING

It was the fact that he was youngerthan me that put peoples' backs up.

I don't think age matters that much,do you?

I suppose not.

Do you like older women?

Well, it depends, I suppose.

I think the world of my granny.

SHE LAUGHS

You're funny, you know that?

I like a man who can make me laugh.

Those sheep have had long enough.

Did you make your peace with him?

Yeah, well, sort of.

Did he say why he was staying on?

He sayshe's found an old girlfriend.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

Good afternoon.My name is Mrs Mottram.

I'd like to reportthe theft of some valuable articles.

Right. Yeah.

Er, have you any ideawhen these items went missing?

Right. Mrs Mottram,I've got another call to make first,

but I'll be overas soon as possible.

All right, bye-bye.

HE HANGS UP PHONE

- You're not going out, are you?- Why?

I'll go.

- What?- I'll go with you.

Well, I've got to go and assistMike. Three would be a crowd.

Well, stay here, then. Have a break.

I've had a break.What's the matter with you?

Does this say antiquarian maps,Ventress?

Yes, Sergeant.Four of them being reported stolen.

- From this woman's address?- Yes, sarge.

They match the descriptionsof those lost by Mr Greengrass.

CAR ENGINE STOPS

- Sorry about this, Alf.- What's going on?

Ah, I needed a mate on this one.You'll soon see why.

CLEARS THROAT

Mr Nixon reported this damageto his vehicle.

ALFRED: Oh, yeah?

He says Oscar Blaketon did it,reversing out.

I see.

Did you, er, witness this, sir?

From upstairs window.

He backed out, swung around,

must have ripped it offwith his front bumper.

Have you thought of talking to himyourself and keeping this private?

Mr Nixon saysOscar had been drinking.

Drinking? You thinkit affected his judgement, do you?

Well, that's for you to say,Constable.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Come in, Mr Greengrass. Have a seat.

I won't bother'cause I won't be stopping long.

Take a seat.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Now look, if it's about the maps,there's no problem

because David the lad,he wokes me up.

He took 'em for safekeepingwhen around. Forgot to tell me.

So you haven't lost them?

Er... No, it's a bit of a relief,to tell you the truth.

Oh, yeah, it is.

Because we're looking for exactlythe same maps for another person.

- Mrs Mottram?- Yes.

PC Bellamy. Ashfordly Police.

Come in, Constable.

Go straight through.

And round to your right.

Anthony!

HE SIGHS

HE BREATHES HEAVILY Hello.

Anthony, the constable is here

about the disappearanceof some of your father's maps.

Father's maps?

When Mr Sykesexamined the catalogue,

he found four maps were missing.

You don't know anything about them,do you?

Missing?

Er... no.

Oh, couldn't Pops have sold them

and forgotten to put the sales entryin his catalogue?

Don't be silly, Anthony.

You know how meticulous he was.

Yes, of course.

Mr Mottram, does the name Greengrassmean anything to you?

Erm... Greengrass?

Claude? Jeremiah? Greengrass?

Claude?

Not sure. Why?

He's, er, answering some questionsat the station.

Says he knows you.

HE CHUCKLES Me?

HE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY

Sorry, lads,if you've come for a lesson,

I'm due on the first teein ten minutes.

We've... We've hada complaint, Oscar.

What sort of complaint?

About a motoring incident.

Ray Nixon says you pranged his caras you left the Aidensfield Arms.

He what?

MICHAEL: His rear bumperwas ripped off.

But you... you didn't feel anythingwhen you backed out?

I never touched his car.It's another a wind-up.

Where is your car?

It's in the car park.Go and check it.

Did you have a drinkbefore you left the pub?

A drink? What is this?

Well, did you?

Half a shandy.

A half of shandy?

You don't believe me, do you?You believe him.

I pranged his carwhile under the influence.

Is that what you think?

ALFRED: We don't think anything.

- This is routine. You know that.- Oh, it's routine, is it?

So, which one's got the bag?

HE SIGHS I needed the money.

For what?

I just needed it.

For some woman, I suppose.

You're a fool, Anthony.Trollops see you coming a mile off.

She's not a trollop.

- Oh, this one's different?- Yes.

Did she encourage you to steal?

I wasn't stealing...How can I steal what's mine?

Not until I'm six foot underare those maps yours.

I was borrowing them.I was going to redeem them.

It's a bit difficult now.Nobody knows where they are.

I was gonna sort it all out.You wouldn't have known.

Look, I'm sorry I took them, Mother.

I'm so sorry.

You're sorry.

Well, that's something, I suppose.

And I'll make it up to you,I promise.

I'll find them. No stone unturned.

There it is, Constable.Confession and contrition.

Yes, Mrs Mottram.

Now all you have to do

is to take Anthonydown to the station and charge him.

What?

- Are you satisfied?- Only just.

What do you mean?

The crystals have gone green,within a whisker of the limit.

- OSCAR: Where is he?- I thought you were playing golf.

Where's Nixon?

Well, he's in his room.

Right.

Come in.

I want you out of here, Nixon. Now!

Doesn't Gina have some say in that?

I'm not standing aroundwhile you stitch me up.

I'm the victim here, remember?

You're no victim.

You were a crook when I first metyou and you're still a crook.

You were drivingwithout due care, Blaketon.

I never touched your car.

Oh, the bumper came offby itself, did it?

Oh, I doubt that very much.

- It was someone else, of course.- Yes, you!

Get out!

Oh, not me, Nixon.

Get out before I chuck you out.

Just you try.

Hey, cut it out.

- He tried to set me up.- Calm down.

- You laced my drink, didn't you?- Oscar!

Didn't you?

I haven't a cluewhat you're on about.

You're scum, Nixon.

Oscar, shut up and get out.

SHE SIGHS I'm sorry.

Don't know what's got into him.

Hello.

Hello.

- Mr Mottram?- Erm, yes.

I'm Jackie Bradley. Your mother'sasked me to be your solicitor.

Why?

She wants you to beproperly represented.

But... it's due to herthat I'm here.

Yes.

I know.

What do you think you're playing?

He had all the time in the worldto spike my drink. It's obvious.

Obvious to you.

How else do you explainthe alcohol in my blood?

Easy. It was there from last night.

That was hours ago.

It stays in the system.You know that.

I know how much I had to drink.SHE SNEERS

You couldn't even rememberwhat time you got in.

Did you take the maps all in one go?

Erm... no. One at a time.

Over how long?

A year?

- But you intended to redeem them?- Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

How?

I don't know.

You didn't intend to permanentlydeprive her of her property.

And yet, you have no ideahow you were going to get them back.

No.

And now,they've completely disappeared.

I won't go to prison, will I?

HE WHISPERS He's got no licence.

Do you have a pawnbroker's licence,Mr Greengrass?

Licence? I've got onefor the lorry and one for the dog.

Answer the question.

No, no, no. Not as such. No...

Look, I can't stop'cause I've left a pan simmering.

Sit down, Claude.

Mrs Mottram wants youcharging along with her son.

Why? It's me that's out of pocket.

Are you?

Those maps were worthfour times what you loaned on 'em.

What's that got to do with it?

You knew Mottram would never havethe money to redeem 'em.

So... so what are you saying?

What I'm saying is,

you could have sold them on, withouthim ever knowing they were gone.

Unless, of course,he broke in and found out.

Well done, Constable.

Why should I report 'em stolenif I'd sold 'em?

To explain their absence to Mottram.

What have you done with the maps?

Nothing, I were doing the lada favour, that's all.

I'm not in the pawnbroking business.

And I... didn't knowthey were nicked.

I certainly don't knowwhere they are now.

You're too much a man of the world,

not to realiseyou're in serious trouble.

What other sort is there?

So, will Anthonyhave to spend the night in a cell?

No, I'm surehe'll be released on bail.

Pity. Might have done him some good.

I think Anthony's had enoughof a shock already, Mrs Mottram.

I'll do my best, of course.

But the outcome for him ifit goes to court could be serious.

Then he'll have to steel himselffor the worst.

You too, of course. Relatives oftenfeel that they're also in the dock.

In what way?

They feel partly to blame,I suppose.

Well, that's hardly the case here.

Must be clear to everyonethat Anthony wants for nothing.

Save a wife and homeof his own, perhaps.

Do you see any bars or padlocks?

He tells me

you encouraged him to give uphis job after his father died.

My husband left sufficient moneyto support us both.

Anyway, what has thisgot to do with anything?

I'm just not surewhy you're pressing charges?

Something has to be donewith Anthony, before it's too late.

A short sharp lesson?

Exactly. Something he won't forget.

When I'm gone, there'll be nobodyto keep his foolishness in check.

Well, there is another way.

You could kick him out.

I couldn't do that.This is his home.

But more yours.

Anthony needs his independence,Mrs Mottram.

For that, he needs a job,not a criminal record.

- Er, Miss Cartwright?- Yes.

Oscar Blaketon,one time sergeant, Ashfordly police.

Now of the Aidensfield Arms.

Oh, you seem to havethe advantage over me.

What can I do for you, Mr Blaketon?

Well, it's rather a delicate matter.

Well, you'd better come in.

Thanks.

Oh, thanks.

It's a nice room.

A delicate matter, Mr Blaketon?

Er, yes, I've come abouta mutual acquaintance.

A Ray Nixon.

Oh, yes.

Do you mind telling mehow well you know him?

Not that well.We were close at one time.

- Not now?- No.

HE INHALES SHARPLY

I was under the impression

that you were the reason that he wasstaying here in Aidensfield.

I can't imaginehow you got that idea.

We went out for a drinkfor old time's sake, that's all.

Did he... mention me at all?

No. No, I'm sorry, Mr Blaketon.

Look, if you'll bear with me,I'll try and explain.

The police think that

Claude Greengrass may havesold the maps,

and then faked the break-in tomake it look as if they were stolen.

He denies it.

No surprise there.

For what it's worth, I believe him.

And rogue though he is,

I wouldn't want him to sufferfor something he didn't do.

Well, thanks very much.I'm sorry if I've intruded.

I've nothing against Ray,Mr Blaketon.

He was good companywhen we went out, but that's all.

As I said, he never mentionedanything about holding any grudges.

In fact, he seems surprisinglyat one with the world.

Well, perhaps I've misjudged him.

Thanks again.

Bye, then.

Mr Sykes?

Marjorie Mottram here.

I've had a bit of a rethink.

HE WHEEZES

KNOCKING AT DOOR JENNIFER: Come in.

- Sarge?- Yes, Ventress.

Some jokersbroke into Greengrass' place

and put the maps backwhere they came from.

Do burglars usually do thataround these parts?

No, bot usually, no.

Mmm. You'd better inform Mrs Mottram

Well, we've done that.She's here to fetch Anthony.

She wants us to drop the chargesagainst him.

DOORKNOB TURNS

Hello, Anthony.

- Mother.- How are you?

Bearing up.

Haven't you given him anythingto eat? He looks half starved.

He's only been herea couple of hours, Mrs Mottram.

Come on. You're coming home.

What?

Well, your mother wants usto drop the charge.

Why?

You'd better ask her that on the wayback. Come on. Look sharp.

We need this placefor real villains.

ANTHONY:What would Father have said?

MARJORIE: He'd understand.

You're breaking up his collection.

You have to sell oneto redeem the others.

How else will you get them back?

You could loan me the money.

No. That's got to stop.

The sacrifice of one map

will be a reminder to younot to get into debt.

Right, I'll take this one.

Right.

£?

You'll need £.

£.

And £.

CLAUDE: Thank you. I'll have that.

Look, do you really need all that?

£ for the maps.

A tenner for interestand a tenner for breakages...

..windows of.

- Mr Sykes?- Yes?

Thank you. I thinkyou'll find that's what we agreed.

Thank you.

If you decide to sellany of the other maps...

No, I don't think that's likely.

- Goodbye.- Goodbye.

HE SIGHS

Well, if you feelso bad about it, Anthony,

you could earn the moneyand buy it back.

What, you mean get a job?

Yes.

Won't you be lonely?

I'll cope.

Why don't you look throughthe local paper?

There's bound to be something.

Nothing too stretching, of course.

Okey-dokey.

Well, open the door, Anthony.

Sorry, Mother.

I'm off, then, Bellamy.

Right, Sarge.

Good work, today.

Nothing to show for it, though.

Well, not the point.

You were noticed.

We work well together,you and me, Bellamy.

The chemistry's right.

But let's keep it formal, hmm?Could get messy otherwise.

Whatever you say, sarge.

Good.

I'm glad we understand one another.

Night, Bellamy.

ELECTRICAL CRACKLINGHE SIGHS

Sounds something fusing.

Oh, will you give up, Oscarand pay a proper electrician?

Are you ready for the off?

Nearly. Wanted to settle up.

Ta.

Listen up, I've gotta go out now.to do some shopping.

So, if I'm not back before you go,good luck.

Right. Thanks.

You should have a word with himbefore it's too late.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Hello, Constable.Is it possible to have a word?

Sure, sure, come in.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Yeah?

Ah, you're leaving, then?

Yeah. Nothing for me here.

Thought there might be,but she didn't want to know.

Er, look...

I'd like to apologise.

I overreacted earlier.

Right.

As for what happenedseven years ago,

there's not a lot moreI can say about that.

It's just one of those things.

It's just a shame that mum diedwhile I was inside.

If I'd have gotwhat I'd been promised,

then I could have been with herthat last year.

Yeah, well... it was a shame.

Anyway...

Best of luck.

So you think Ray has another reasonfor doing Mr Blaketon some harm?

Yeah, When I told himI didn't want to see him again,

he asked me if Mr Blaketon hadcalled around to put the knife in.

I said he hadn't,but I don't think he believed me.

Well, you needn't worry any more.

Ray's checking out today.

- Thank you.- Oh, no. Pleased to help.

I think the problem was probablyall in Mr Blaketon's mind.

Ray knows he did wrongand he was punished for it.

In fact, he told me jail wasn'ta totally negative experience.

At least he learned a trade andcome out a qualified electrician.

Really?

Bye, then.

PHONE RINGS

She's out and I'm busy.

PHONE RINGS

Oscar!

Oscar?

FUSE UNIT EXPLODES

ELECTRICAL CRACKLING

Oscar, are you all right?

Yeah, I think so.

What happened?

I think it may have beenbooby-trapped.

HE GROANS

Nixon used his time insideto become a qualified electrician.

- What?- Yeah, I thought so.

Some kind of timing device.

Good grief!

HE SIGHS Well, thanks, Mike.

It's all right, Oscar.

I guess I owe you one.

What's your decorating like?

HE LAUGHS Better than my electrics.