09x17 - For Art's Sake

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♪ When my baby kisses me?

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♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

And, er, Mr Greengrass,

we found yourdelightful establishment

was a haven of peace

and a bird-watcher's paradise.

And we will certainly returnto your...

charming hostelry.

And sign it,"Yours faithfully, Mr and Mrs...

"..John Smith."

What if they check and find out yourcharming hostelry doesn't exist?

CLAUDE: It does exist! We're in it!

I've just gotto add the charming bit, that's all.

What about this?

You can hardly call this place,"An oasis in a hectic world".

It's artistic licence!

That's the differencebetween you and me.

You've got no imagination.

Isn't this fraud, Claude?

Probably, but get on with it.

I want to getto the council committee

this afternoon.

Blaketon's on that committee.

He'll never let youget away with this.

He won't be there.

He is up to some golfing tournamentnear Selbourn.

Look if you can get a hole in one.

Can't you go a bit faster,Bernie? Use two fingers.

Don't tempt me.

Rugger club, I reckon.

I had a run-in with some of them,the other night.

Thought they could take the mickeywhen I said I was an artist.

Can't you ever keep out of trouble?

What do you expect,stuck out here?

I had to persuade Charlie Ashfordly

to rent you this placeto paint in peace.

He won't be very pleasedwhen he hears about this.

That really worries me.

It's amazing.

Absolutely amazing!

Gets you, doesn't it?

How can an ill-educated oik do that?

Don't worry.

If it all goes well,you can have it.

CUSTOMERS CHATTER

I don't knowhow you made that sacrifice.

It must be in secret training.

Aye, he is only jealous.

Haven't started trying wigs,have you?

All right, all right!

Pity, Blaketon isn't hereto lend a hand in his own pub.

At his pace serving,we'd have a riot. Ta.

BELL DINGS Last orders, please! Last orders.

PHIL: He said,with a Brussels sprout!

I said, "You've got to be joking."

Now then, Picasso.

I understand you've hada bit of a firework party!

THEY LAUGH

Gina, love.

Any chance of one on tick?

- Sorry, Joe. House rules.- When you've got a minute, Gina.

- Look, I'll pay you tomorrow night.- I think you've had enough, Joe.

You know meI can hold me drink.

Can't we all, given a chance?Four pints, please.

You wait your turn!

If you can't pay,let someone who can get served.

GLASS SHATTERS GINA: Hey!

- Pack it in!- Come on, then! Come on, then!

Hey! We don't want any trouble.

I do. Stay out of this.

PHIL: Calm down!

I'm a police officer.

If you don't want a night in a cell,leave.

Do as he says, Joe.

If he lets me go,I might be able to.

THEY JEER BARRY: Go on. Go and sleep it off.

That was him! Come on, lads.

Wait here, Carol, love.

ALL SHOUT

Hard man, eh?All right, come on.

Who's first?

PHIL: Come on. Back inside.Come on. Back in.

That's right.Go on, before you get hurt.

- You want to watch your mouth.- Yeah?

Yeah! Come on...

Jump on.

Joe Vaughan...HE GRUNTS

Come on then, who's next, eh?

Eh?

- I think you are.- Joe Vaughan, you're under arrest.

He's already bound over foran earlier offence into the court.

So, it should be a prettystraightforward case.

I think we should let the benchbe the judge of that. Don't you?

I went to an exhibition of yoursa few years back. It was great.

Thanks. But it's a lawyer I need,not an art groupie.

I'm a solicitor, Mr Vaughan.

I do my job, regardlessof what I may feel about my client.

I advise that we challengethe charge of as*ault,

pleading mitigating circumstances.- Waste of time.

That sergeant's got it in for me.

Place like this,his word against mine,

with my record?

All right.

Well, a character testimonialmight help.

Anyone local you know?

I haven't mixed muchwith the locals.

So, what brought you to these parts?The scenery?

I don't do those sorts of paintings.

I've been having a hard time.I owed dough everywhere back home.

Some nasty guys were looking for me.

They worked for a guycalled Vic Boyd.

It's history now.

Rod got me out,found me the cottage.

Rod Dundas?

He's sort of me patron.

Trying to me career back on trackwith this exhibition in Leeds.

He's a friend of Lord Ashfordly's,isn't he?

Well, would he speak for you?

PHIL: I attemptedto restrain the accused.

And as you did so, he knocked youto the ground, is that correct?

Yes.

Thank you, PC Bellamy.

It was a bit of a chaotic ruckusout there in the dark, then?

It certainly was.

You say you approached Mr Vaughanat speed and he pushed you over?

It was a bit more than a push.He turned, and hit me hard. Twice.

He turned? So his back was to you?

So he wouldn't have knownit was you,

rather than anotherdrunken rugby player?

I suppose not.

What is it?

- Recorded delivery.- Recorded delivery's never good.

Hah! It's from the Council.

We should never have sentthem letters.

Well?

Well?

Very well. The Bursary Committeeare so impressed with what we sent,

they've given us the grantstraightaway. Look at that.

A cheque for £.What did I tell you?

Quod erat demonstrandum.

JACKIE: You're a professionalart consultant, Mr Dundas?

ROD: For a couple of galleries, yes.

And you knowthe defendant well?

Joe Vaughan is a very gifted artist.

His lifestyle has, in the past,got in the way of his work,

but in recent months,he has turned over a new leaf.

So, this was a lapse?

Indeed. He's been in no troublesince he came here.

Worked all hours on his paintingsfor the exhibition,

which, in my opinion,will make his reputation.

So, you're convinced that he'sa genuinely reformed character?

Absolutely, or I would neverhave recommended him

as a tenant to my friend,

Lord Ashfordly.

Thank you, Mr Dundas.

£ for a breach of the peace?

Next time,we'll sort him out ourselves.

Cool down, Barry, it's over.

Your wife got him off.Whose side are you on, anyway?

Come on, lads.

Not one of your best days, Bellamy.Come on.

Maybe Sergeant Nokeswasn't so bad after all, eh?

THEY CHUCKLE

That letter from Lord Ashfordlycertainly impressed them.

I had my work cut out,

getting himto write it, I can tell you!

Hates my paintings and all.

"Fascinating,what's it meant to be?"

Said he was at the back of the queue

when theyhanded out the family brain cells!

That's unfair!

Will you come to me preview?

It's at my place,for a few art critics.

Bring your old man.There'll be wine and everything.

Well, I doubthe's in a mood to celebrate.

I'd have loved to see Blaketon'sface when it came through.

Luckily, he wasn't here last night.

He was probably playing golf,or something.

What do you three find so amusing?

Oh, that were summat else.

We were saying how sorry we wereto hear about the window.

You don't look very sorry.Any of you.

Oscar, we're celebrating.

Mr Greengrass is openinga bed and breakfast...

Bernie.

Never mind him, Mr Blaketon.Come on, David, let's sit down.

Another of your scams, Greengrass?

If you weren't so busy birdyingand bogeying, you might find out.

It's a good job Andy was here,or things might have got worse.

Gina, that phone is not to be usedby guests.

How long's he been on it?

Look, it's my businessand my phone, Oscar.

David, keep quietabout the bed and breakfast

until it's up and running, will you?

BETTY: Hey, Claude.I've got a dead cert for you.

:, Ascot, to .

Betty!

We both cleaned up on that one, eh?Remember?

We certainly did!Eh, it's lovely to see you!

I'm sorry, by the way,about that lead business.

Long forgotten.

What brings you round this way?

Sport of kings, what else?

I'd, erm,

I'd value your expert adviceon a horse, Claude.

- Wrong number, I suppose?- Sorry about that. It's work.

I've gotta drive to Scotlandtomorrow for a meeting.

How long will you be?

Couple of days,

but I'm goingto have to miss the do this evening.

There's a few thingsI need to sort out. Sorry, love.

You know, we are lucky havingsuch talent living round here.

I'm afraid,that's not everyone's view.

They love them. You've absolutelycracked it this time, Joe.

JACKIE: Oh, come on.You're out of uniform.

It's not exactly inspirational...JOE CLEARS HIS THROAT

So, this is what you dowhen you're not in court.

- Very impressive.- Yeah, it's worrying, isn't it?

I should be locked away.

Look, I'm sorry about last night.

No excuses, just... stupidity.

- MICHAEL: That's OK.- BOTH: Cheers.

I hopeyou're behaving yourself tonight.

Tomato juice only.

Scouter's honour.

I'm sorry, were you invited?

Invited?

We're local.We don't need to be invited.

Huh, you're here and all, are you?

It's no wonder he got off.

Go home, Barry.I've warned you.

Come on. They're justa bunch of pansies, anyway.

OSCAR: Andy! It's for you.

It's somebody called Jake Busby.

Jake?

It's great to hear from you.

Yeah, is that the onedown the coast?

No, no. It's on my way.

See you in the morning.

They were really impressed,weren't they?

Yeah. Look, Gina,about last night,

I really am sorry.

Well, you can make it up to me,when you are rich and famous.

You got a really sexy smile,you know.

No, Joe. Mates only, eh?

Oh, good timing.

Just ready to go.

So I see. Come on.FOOTSTEPS RECEDING

You're pushing your luck, sunshine.

DOOR SHUTS

LIQUID SPLASHING

BIKE MOVES OUT

ROD: He is going to be all right,isn't he?

RAYMOND: I'm afraidit's too early to say.

You invited the guests, Mr Dundas.Do you have a list?

Somewhere.

Early works.

He gave them to me a while agowhen I paid off his debts.

Distinctive style, I'd say.

ROD: Indeed.

This loss was little shortof a tragedy.

- Here we are.- Thank you.

And the gate-crashers?Any specific threats?

Just general abuse, really.

There was one thing.Don't think it means much.

Yes?

Someone put some fireworksthrough his letterbox.

He said it wasone of that rugby lot.

I think we'd better have a word,Barry.

Down at the station.

Better be going.

You behave yourselfin bonny Scotland.

I'll miss you.

ENGINE IDLING Ta-ra.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

BETTY: He's called Alnwick Flyer.

Entered for the Ribble Plate,in with a real chance.

What do you think?

Er, he's not a bad horse.

What's he asking for it?

BETTY: £ for a fast sale.

He's leaving the country.Tax reasons.

I wish I could join him.

CLAUDE: It's not a bad price,either.

- He's a cracking horse.- That's what I thought.

Surely you didn't need meto tell you he's a good horse?

No.

But since Sid passed away,I've lost my confidence.

Call me old-fashioned.

A womanneeds a man for some things.

- I have heard.- Hey, thanks for being here.

Well. It's a lot, but here we go.

Hey, Betty... Betty,I wondering, for old times' sake,

how about me cominghalf in with you?

You don't wantto buy a racehorse,

at your time of life, do you?

I do. Here, look.

There's £ there.

That should buy memore than half a leg!

If half a leg's what you fancy,Claude,

I'm sure that can be arranged.

I hope I'm not onlybuying the half that eats!

THEY LAUGH Come on!

I did the fireworks. It was a prank.

But I didn't burn his house down!

Constable Bradleyhad to ask you to leave earlier.

You were belligerent and drunk.

I didn't do it.

I went straight home to bedafter he threw me out.

The fire started at : a.m.You've no witnesses.

It's not my faultmy wife's away visiting her mum.

Look, Barry, if it was you,come clean now.

RAYMOND: There's a man unconsciousin hospital, Mr Roach.

He may well die.

In which case, someone willface a m*rder charge.

All right.

Can I have a word in private please,Sergeant Craddock?

Let this be a warning to you,Mr Roach.

You'd do well to moderateyour behaviour in the future.

Yeah. Thanks, Sergeant.

Cast-iron alibi.

Whitby Policepicked him up at : a.m.

in a car with a girl,Carol Roper.

Carol? The girl Phil's been dating?

Not any more, if he has any sense.

Sarge, hospital phoned.Joe Vaughan's awake.

Good. Let's go and have a chatwith him, shall we, Bradley?

Why'd he let Barry go so suddenly?

Er, Whitby Policepicked him up last night, drunk.

Around the time of the fire.Didn't want to tell his wife.

Come along, Bradley.

JOE: You what?

Have you any idea what it's like

to know that months of workhave gone up in smoke?

- You lot think I did it?- No, but it is possible.

Forensics say canvaseswere destroyed.

That's wrong for a start.There were of them.

You can't be bothered, can you?"Vaughan's got a record, blame him."

In the absence of clear evidence,

we have to investigate everything.

The fire started after : a.m.What time did you go to bed?

Hours before that.

It couldn't have been me,unless I did it in me sleep.

Even you lot can see that!

Did you hear anything outside?Car? Motorbike?

I was fast asleep.

Is there anyonewho might want to harm you?

Anyone from Liverpool?

You're the police.You're supposed to find the answers.

OSCAR: It's a nice pubyou've got here.

- Yeah, just taken it over.- I'm in the same business.

I was thinking,you must get a lot of passing trade?

Yeah, fair bit.

I noticed a smart sports carwhen I came in.

Sort of customers we all need, eh?

No, Andy's just an old mate.

Calls it his "pulling car".

You should see the crumpethe gets in it!

He can't be having much luck.He was on his own when he left.

Off to do his duty,back to wifey in Grimsby.

Wedding anniversary.

I don't knowhow he gets away with it.

Thanks for everything, Claude.

It's beena wonderful day. Like old times.

There'll be a lot more, onceAlnwick Flyer starts flying in.

Nowt like having your own winner.I can't wait.

It's wonderfulto be with a kindred spirit again.

If I hadn't met Sid first,you'd have been the man for me.

Well, we're all allowedone narrow escape!

Hey! I'm glad you haven't changed.

See you in the owners' enclosure,partner.

Partner! Ta-ra, love.

CAR DOOR SHUTS

Oh, Mr Greengrass.I'm glad you're back.

Why? What's gone wrong now?

I knew it wouldn't bea complete day of joy.

- I tried to stop her, but she...- Stop who?

WILLINGDALE: Good evening.

You'll be my host.Interesting house.

Willingdale. Miss.

Greengrass. Mr.CLAUDE MOUTHS WORDS

Up here for a spot of bird-watching.

I gather you're quite an expert.

Bathroom upstairs, is it?

She pushed her way inand said she was staying!

Why didn't you stop her?We're not even open yet!

I've not finished up the tidying up!

Looks like someone needs a lessonin how to use their barbecue.

Why bother with the fridge?It's colder outside it than in.

Come here, I'll warm you up.Better than central heating, eh?

But you're not always here.Out all hours, two nights running.

Wait a second.Your client was responsible

for that, both times.

Mmm. I suppose Craddock'sblaming me for everythng

because I got him off?

Probably.

Uh. Big news, Joe, isn't he?

Mmm.

When you were talking to him,

did he say anything aboutanyone from his past?

That's confidential.

Look, I know it's confidential.

Well, then don't ask me about it!

It looks like it's arson.

Someone may havean old score to settle.

Well, you'll have to ask himabout that yourself.

I have. He's holding something back.

Look, Jackie, please. I knowI shouldn't be asking you this.

Please. I'm trying to help him.

He mentioned a Vic Boyd.I think he owes him some money.

Talk to Rod Dundas about it.

Sorry, I'm late.

Where you been?You were supposed to give me a hand.

I was checking on a rival puba few miles down the coast.

That's a long way to go for a drink.

Well, I met the owner, Jake Busby.

We had a very interestingconversation.

Really?What did he have to say, then?

Well, you know.He's just taken over.

He's got some novel ideasabout running pubs.

Oh! Fascinating.It's often a good idea,

to start by serving behind the bar.

MAN: Two orange juices,when you're ready.

Oh, right.

HE SIGHS

Have you got a coupleof en suite rooms for the night?

I don't know. I'll just check.

You do that.

Sorry. We're full. Excuse me.

What's the matter with her?

- So, you're full, are you?- Yeah, well. Seems like it.

But I can recommenda very salubrious bed and breakfast,

not very far from here.

Here for the bird-watching, are we?

No, we're in the art game, and that.

Oh!

And what do you think of it here?

Put it this way. I've never stayedin a dosshouse like this before,

and I've been to Accrington.

Shame the owner's not here, really.I'd like to thank him personally.

JOE SIGHS There's no point in me being here.

You were badly concussed,not ready to manage on your own.

Besides, you'll need physiotherapyon that arm before you...

Can paint again?

Look.I'm not going to paint again, ever.

Of course you will.It's really not that serious.

You've got no idea, have you?

Seeing everythingI've worked for destroyed.

Do you know what that does to you?

Why don't you try and get some rest?I'm sure you'll feel better.

I'm gonna have a talkwith Rod Dundas

about finding you somewhere to live.

Why not takeme temperature again, eh?

Give us both something to do.

We've come to see a mate of ours.

Joe Vaughan.

Hello.

How's Vaughan? Can I talk to him?

He's still pretty depressed.

Mind you he's got visitors,they should cheer him up.

from back home, by the sound of it.

Come again?

A couple of blokes. Scouse accents.

- Are they with him now?- Yes, I think so.

MICHAEL: He's gone.

I was here with himfive minutes ago!

Yeah, but he's not there.

Excuse me,you seen Mr Vaughan from Ward B?

No.

CAR IGNITION STARS

No registration numbers, no names,Nothing.

Just vague descriptions.

Both Maggieand the hospital staff confirmed

that they had Liverpool accents.

Doesn't narrow the field much.

There's a Liverpool villaincalled Vic Boyd,

who Vaughan had upset recently.

He came down hereto get away from him.

How do you know that?

Er, he told Jackiebefore the court case.

Thank you for keeping me informed,Bradley!

If there's a vendetta,against this Vaughan,

these men maybe responsiblefor the fire

as well as his diaappearance.

I want them found.Bradley, come with me.

Does the name Vic Boydmean anything to you?

No. Joe just saidthat he had to get out,

or that someone would be roundto break his fingers.

One by one. And he meant it.

Has he contacted anyonefrom Liverpool recently?

I couldn't say.

He misses the place.

He hates it here,he wanted to get back.

Well, let's hopenobody's given him a lift.

If you hear of anything,give us a ring.

KNOCKS ON DOOR OK.

SHE GASPS

Quiet. Please.

Joe! You scared the life out of me.

Vic Boyd's guys are looking for me.They came to the hospital.

They'll bust me up if they find me.

And what'll they do to me?I think they were here last night.

Probably them burned me place down,an' all.

Let me stay here for a bit.

No, Joe. I can't.

Why don't you just go to the policeand tell them?

You're joking.What, grass up Vic Boyd?

Please, Gina. They're animals.

Ah. Hello, Archie.

Popular this morning, Oscar!

Yeah. Just the usual bills,and more bills.

You don't know how lucky you are.

Free housing, free uniform,regular pay cheque.

Hey, do us a favour,talk to Jackie about it, will ya?

I'm just checking if anyone's seentwo Scousers driving a white Jag.

Oh, aye. Big blokes.

They were in the other night,looking for rooms.

- Yeah? They stay?- Not here.

Gina didn't like the look of them,so I sent them on.

SHEEP BRAYING

- Hope to see you again soon.- No risk of that, mate.

Hi, I'm back.

- GINA: I'll be down in a minute.- OSCAR: Ah, Andy.

There's a letter for you.

- Thanks.- Aren't you going to open it?

What's it to you?

I thought you'd be keento read anything from your wife.

It is from her, isn't it?

Grimsby postmark.But you've just been there,

so your wife must havewritten that earlier.

You're a nosy so-and-so,aren't you, Blaketon?

Does Gina know?

I think you shouldtell her yourself.

Let me clear my room first.

Left? Are you sure?

When?

No, no, thanks very much. Ta-ra.

She's already gone.Some bloke picked her up apparently.

BERNIE: You canForget your day at the races!

She's had a better offer.

No, no. We bought a horse together.I'm half in.

You what?

You heard! Let's go in this,it'll get us there quicker.

But I've taken the plugs out.

Stick them backin again and let's get cracking!

Delta Alpha -.

Andy?

BRADLEY: 'At the cottage.They've seen me following.'

Ventress.

Take over from Bradley.Plain clothes.

Hurry up.

What's going on?

Well, I wanted to tell you, Gina,but I didn't know how to.

Andy,he didn't go to Scotland yesterday.

He went home. For his anniversary.

What do you mean, anniversary?

His wedding anniversary.He's married, Gina.

What are you talking about?I don't believe you. You're lying.

No, I'm not.

He left a note for you in his room.Didn't have the guts to tell you.

No. He can't be married,he loves me.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not. You're pleased.

You've never liked him, have you?

You've always had it in for him.

I hate you, Oscar.

CAR ENGINE STARTINGAND REVVING

TYRES SCREECH Andy!

BERNIE: I cannot believeyou blew it all,

on the leg of a horse.

Some of that money was mine,you know.

When you see him,you can tell me which hoof you want.

Twenty four. This is him.Hello, my son.

Can I help you?

We've come to see Alnwick Flyer.I'm one of the owners.

Here we go again.This horse is not Alnwick Flyer.

He is called, Rainbow Boy.

Don't talk daft.I know which horse I bought.

No, there's your horse.

The vet's just scratched it.Unfit to race.

I suggest you join your co-ownersand take this up with the police.

- We are the owners!- I don't know owt about them.

I bought him with Mrs Betty Kirk.

This is my horse.Mrs Kirk conned you all.

She and my ex-chauffeurshowed you Rainbow Boy,

but sold you her own nag,the real Alnwick Flyer.

Chauffeur?A bloke as wears a camel hair coat?

Her fancy man, my coat.

He pretended to be the owner.

It seems they've cleaned up,and cleared off.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, police house.

Lord Ashfordly. Hello.

MAN ON PA: 'This afternoon's meetingis the Ribble Plate.

'We have Perky Percy...'

Makes you wonder, where somepeople's minds are at.

I try to help herout of the goodness of me heart,

she runs off with my money.- It was the Council's money.

Hey. It might still be all right.Have you seen the odds?

Betty might havea strange taste in men,

but she knows a good horse.

- Have you got any money?- You already owe me.

Gotta speculate to accumulate.

I'm putting everythingon Rainbow Boy. Come on.

MAN ON PA: '- is Bang to Rightsyellow blue squares,

'and -, Keep Smiling Through,with purple sleeves...'

JACKIE: Mike?

- Mike, Lord Ashfordly phoned.- Yeah?

Without realising it,he's explained who started the fire.

With all the publicity,and Joe's new paintings destroyed,

Rod Dundas' collectionbecomes very valuable.

Sweetheart, slow down.I don't understand what you saying.

Rod knows the art market.

He knowshis paintings would soar in value.

He's broke.He had opportunity and motive.

Thank you very much, Mrs Bradley.

MAN ON RADIO:'Control to Delta Alpha -.'

Come here.

Delta Alpha - receiving.

'Alf's radioed in.

'He's outside the Aidensfield Arms.He needs some help, fast.'

It might be nothing.

They made a call from a phone boxand came straight here.

Hello. We don't share the same tastein bed and breakfasts, do we?

Well, I'm sorry about that.

The girl who works here with you,

she's from Liverpool, isn't she?

Does she know this artist fellow?

Nothing so far, Sarge.

- Joe! Come here!- Hold it there, all of you.

- We're not trying to harm him.- You're joking, aren't you?

No! Vic's dead chuffedwith you, mate.

That painting you gave him,is worth over a grand now.

- So why are you after him?- Vic's daughter's getting spliced.

He wants Joe to paint her Miniall psychedelic like.

For a wedding present.

Like them pop stars have their cars,you know.

He'd be made up if you'd do it.He'll pay you and everything.

MAN ON SPEAKERS: 'As theycome to the two-furlong marker,

'it's the favourite Biding My Time,with Bang To Rights in second.

'Biding My Time. Still one or twoin with a chance...'

CLAUDE: Oh, no.

'On your right,Charlie, Perky Percy...'

He's coming!

'..and Charliehad outstepped Headless Horseman.

'But here comes Rainbow Boy,Rainbow Boy going up...'

Go on, Rainbow! Go on, Rainbow!

'Neck and neck,now leading by a length

'as they cross the line...'

CLAUDE: Yes!

Oh, ye of little faith!

I've won nearly quid!

HE LAUGHS

Well, it looks likewe're back to square one.

Well. there is onepossible new lead, Sarge.

He waited till he knewyou'd be asleep,

drove back to your place,started the fire then went home.

There's absolutely no real evidence.

I bet there is.

Look, you only found burnt canvases.

So, there's one missing.

And?

Well, he started the fire,he'll have it.

There's one he really wanted,

and he wouldn't leaveit there to burn.

- You can't be sure.- JOE: I can.

He's obsessive.He wants to be a painter himself.

He really wanted that canvas.

Well, if he's got it, it'll provehe must've gone back there.

I hope you're right about this. OK.

This is a preposterous allegation,Sergeant.

I'm an art dealer, not a vandal.

I can't believeyou're taking this seriously.

If you admire his work so much,

it's strange you're sellingthese off so quickly!

It's hardly a crime.It doesn't link me to the fire.

I am merelytaking advantage of the market.

- Fancy a cup of tea?- I fancy my winnings.

What? Oh, yeah.

There's £. Now we're straight.

What did you finish up with?

£.Not bad for an afternoon's work.

Mr Greengrass.

Oh, Miss Willingdale.You've come back quick!

I'm from the Council.

They sent me to testthe veracity of your references.

- You what?- A local councillor contacted us,

and I entirely concur

with his assessmentof your establishment.

Local councillor,we all know who that is, don't we?

The letters were clearly bogus,all from the same typewriter.

The Council now demandsyou return the entire £ bursary,

Mr Greengrass.

I haven't... I can't...

I do think it would be betterto cough up...

and avoid any unpleasantness.

Here.

- There's £.- Thank you.

Look at that.

Mr Greengrass,can I have last week's wages?

Here.

And this week's.

Not to be found here, then, is it?This mysterious missing canvas.

It would seem not.

Odd that you take the word of a manwith a criminal record against mine.

Makes you look rather foolish,Sergeant.

I bet you'vealready sold it on the black.

Phil, give us a hand.

JOE: Let me see that.

This is it. This is the one.

Would you mind steppingout of the vehicle, sir?

Don't want to look foolish, do you?

- There we are, then.- A pint of bitter.

What do you... and you?

Oh, I won't mope. He's not worth it.

He can rot, for all I care.

Never mind, Gina.There's plenty more fish in the sea.

Yeah, I thinkI'll stick to fish in the future.

More reliable than men.

I know what you mean.What do you think, Mike?

Well, some of us know our "plaice".