♪ Why do you miss
♪ When my baby kisses me?
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why does a love kiss
♪ Stay in my memory? ♪
OBJECTS CLATTERING
She's really got you on a diet,then, Alf.
It's no laughing matter.
How can a man do a day's workon a crispbread?
Fancy a choccy biccy, Alf?
Oh, I'm sorry. It's my last one.
TELEPHONE RINGS
Ashfordly Police.
Yes, madam.
I'll send somebody overstraight away.
No, no. Okay.
A break in. Mrs Poole.
- Aidensfield.- I'll go.
I can't sit round here all daywatching you two stuff yourselves.
This is certainlya very sad occasion.
I'd like to beginby expressing my condolences.
Paolo, I teach you no manners.
Get Mrs Bradley a cup of coffee.
- I'm fine, really.- It's okay, Mama.
It's not okay.
How many times I tell him,"What's it all for?
"We go home now.A little villa in Umbria."
But, no, he won't stop.Work, work, work.
Such a stubborn man.
I really am sorry for your loss,Mrs Mazzetti.
Perhaps it would be bestif I begin by explaining my role.
As your husband Franco's solicitor,I drew up his will.
What I propose to do isread it in its entirety,
and then I'll go back and explainthe individual provisions
and answer any questionsyou may have.
MRS POOLE: The thing is, we alwaysfelt so very safe in Aidensfield.
Well, unfortunately, villains travelfar and wide nowadays, Mrs Poole.
- Was much taken?- A silver tea service.
Not worth a fortune,but it was a wedding present.
And some of the ornamentsfrom the mantelpiece.
I'll show you.
Oh, well,not too much of a mess, fortunately.
And, er...they left your sideboard alone.
- I suppose I should be grateful.- Oh, I didn't mean that.
I mean, any break-in's bad enough.
But we've got off lightly?
Er, your husband'sat work, presumably.
Have you let him know?
Actually, I'm a widow.My husband died last year.
Oh, I'm... I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean to...
No, I misled you. I said "we."
Unfortunately, it's a habit Ihaven't quite broken myself of yet.
Well, these things take time.
They certainly do.
Well, I need to take a statement.
A description of the items taken,that sort of thing.
Whilst you're doing that, perhapsI can offer you a cup of tea.
Oh, I don't want to put youto any bother.
It's no bother.
In fact...I know this may sound silly,
but while I was waiting,I didn't know what to do,
so to calm my nerves, I made scones.
They should be ready about now.
Are you sure I can't tempt you?
Oh, well,that's very good of you indeed.
Thank you.
You taste this, Mr Bradley.
It's the best fish and chipsin Yorkshire.
My Franco, he was the expert.
Only the freshest cod.
We buy from the same fishermansince we come here years ago.
Well, you don't skimpon the portions, Mrs Mazzetti.
New husband, working wife,you feed him well, he don't stray.
This son of mine,now he thinks he's the boss.
Mama, never.
You tell them your big ideas.
See if they laugh.
All businesses have to move onand diversify.
Papa taught me that.
You know what he want to sell?
Not fish and chips, what everyonein England like to eat,
he wants to sell pizza.
Pizza is what Italian peasant eat.
Well, I had it on holiday in Italyand I liked it.
No-one will buy it.
Beer, tea, fish and chips,bread and butter.
This, they buy.
She seems better.
She's still furious at himfor dropping dead.
Are you thinking of sellingthe business?
Oh, no. She'd k*ll me.
No, I'm gonna concentrateon building up the restaurant side.
Whatever she thinks,one of these days
there's gonna be a pizza parlourin every town in England,
and it's going to have Mazzetti'sabove the door.
Anyway, thanks for all your help,Mrs Bradley. Enjoy your meals.
MICHAEL: Thanks.
If I eat all this,I'm gonna have to diet like Alf.
Don't worry. I'll keep you in shape.
CLAUDE: Yon come the old flannel.
Who do you think you are? Me?
I'd love to run a chip bar,Mr Greengrass.
You'd get to eat all the leftovers,wouldn't you?
See, Claude?You've already got willing staff.
He might be willing, but it could befor the wrong reason.
This van is in tiptop condition.Ready to roll.
I'm willing to let you have itat a very reasonable price.
Plus, I'll chuck in full service.
You'd never get it upthe chapel steps.
Do you think I've got a death wish?
How do you mean?
Well, look at it. It's one ofMazzetti's old vans, isn't it?
Yes.
Well, you know whatFranco Mazzetti's like.
This is his patch.You know what he does to
anybody who startshelping competition.
Yes, but, Claude...
You're not listening to me, are you?
The man is a gangster,and an Italian one at that.
Claude, he's dead.
Dead? When? Who k*lled him?
He had a heart attack a week back.
I bought this van off his son.
The sons are more interested inthe restaurant side of the business,
so they're running downtheir fleet of mobile chip vans.
Are you sure about that?
Of course, I'm sure. Marco,the youngest lad, told me himself.
If that's really the situation,then there might be a few bob in it.
See? Thought you'd be interested.
That's why I thoughtI'd let you have first refusal.
'Cause I have had other offers.
You're... You're not getting that.
- I'll give you £ for it.- £!
£. Or I'll get one offthis Marco Mazzetti myself.
All right...
Hey, David! It looks as ifyou could be frying tonight.
Oh, morning!
That meal last night, I don't thinkI'll need to eat for a week.
What's the matter?
My old man's not cold in his grave,but already it's started.
The petty spite. The vengeance.
So, you have three mobilefish and chip vans, Mr Mazzetti?
Two now.This one's a complete write-off.
Windows smashed,
inside gutted,
all the tyres slashed.
My brother parked it in Ashfordly,while he went to see his girlfriend.
- And you have no idea who did this?- I know exactly who did it.
Big Eddy. He runs a crummy littlechip shop in Ashfordly.
And this isa deliberately provocative act
to disrespect my father's memory.
And if you don't do anythingabout it, Sergeant,
I certainly will.
CLEARS THROAT
What can I do for you?
We'd like to ask youa few questions, please, Mr...
Everyone calls me Big Eddy.
If you need to know how to spell it,read the sign over the door.
I think I can manage, thank you.
Did you know a Mr Franco Mazzetti?
I heard he'd snuffed it.
Yes, but before his demise,were you acquainted?
Look, it's no secret we hatedeach other, but I didn't k*ll him.
No one's suggesting you did.He died of natural causes.
What interests me, though, is thatone of his fish and chip vans
was vandalised last nightat Ashfordly.
Would you know anything about that?
- No, but it serves him right.- Why is that, then?
He were a law unto himself.Your lot never stopped him.
He had his own place in Whitby,but that weren't enough,
so he sent his vansto cover half the county
and steal the trade of honestchip shop owners, like myself.
Fair competition doesn'tnecessarily mean theft.
Perhaps people preferred his chips.
You ask his sons what their old mangot up to. Fair competition?
Anyone tried competing with him,
they most likely found themselves ina dark alley with a fractured skull.
I thought you said it were intiptop condition and ready to roll.
Well, you were in the cateringcorps, you get it to work.
They didn't give us a fat fryerin the catering corps.
The spuds there were either boiled,baked, or...
..beyond redemption.
I mixed it with waterlike it said on the packet.
It's like concrete.
How're you going to geta fish fillet in there?
- I thought I'd just shove it in.- You'd never get it out again.
It needs more water.
- There's no room for any more.- Well, empty some out, then.
What do you think you're doing?
Get it cleaned up.
And if you do it like that again,
it won't only be the fishthat gets battered.
Well, they've certainlymade a mess of it.
A crowbar or something similar,I should think.
That Big Eddy,he wants putting away.
Why are you so convincedit was Big Eddy, Mrs Mazzetti?
He hated Franco.Who else it gonna be?
Why did he hate your husband?
You go take a lookat Big Eddy's shop, Mr Bradley.
He should keep pigs in there.
Yeah, well, fortunately,
that's the Health Inspector'sconcern, not mine.
And he re-fries his chips.
Franco and me, years in this business,
we never re-fry a single chip.
And that's why he hated you?
My father cameto this country penniless.
He built a business out of nothing.
He had high standards.He was successful.
Yeah. Well, some peopleseem to think he was a bit ruthless.
Because he didn't let the likesof Big Eddy take advantage of him?
He was tough when he needed to be.
Well, whoever'sresponsible for this,
it's going to be difficultproving it.
Why?
It was done at night, no witnesses.
And your allegations againstBig Eddy are, to say the least,
somewhat circumstantial.
So you'll do nothing?
See? I told you.SPEAKING ITALIAN
We will do what we can,Mrs Mazzetti.
All I'm asking foris a little patience, that's all.
The thing is, David,you want them nice and chunky,
but thin enough to cook through.- All right.
Okay?
I hope you've got a certificate fromthe Council for this, Greengrass.
I didn't know you had to havepermission to peel spuds.
For running a mobile fish and chipvan. You know what I mean.
I've applied. It's in the post.
Well, you can move it,off my car park. Now!
Hi, darling.
Sweetheart?
- Good day?- Yeah.
- What's for supper?- Chicken and rice. Your favourite.
What, no chips?
I don't think I could lookanother one in the eye.
Here, come on. Sit down.
I had Paolo Mazzetti in my officethis afternoon.
Oh, yeah?
He wants a private prosecution
for vandalism againstsome chip shop owner
in Ashfordly.
Oh, well, that didn't take himvery long, did it?
Well, he doesn't reckon
the police are taking the matterseriously enough.
He wants to apply some pressure.
Like father like son.
He's going throughall the legal channels.
And I told him any prosecution,private or otherwise,
would require evidenceto substantiate his claim.
Yeah, well, I've already given himthat advice for free.
Okay. Don't get upset.
It's just, I don't like the feelingI'm being leant on, that's all.
Look, no one's leaning on you, Mike.
I know Franco was supposed to bea bit of a bully boy in his day,
but Paolo's got more sense.
Yeah, well, I hope so.
I put too much water inthis time, Mr Green.
INDISTINCT
Hey! We're not like the rest,you know.
We only use fresh Whitby cod.
Jumped out of the sea and threwitself in the batter this morning.
What more would you like?Hey, David, give us a pull up.
Well, I could hand you over to him,if you'd like.
Alf, she's had another break-in.
It's Mrs Poole.
Oh. Mrs Poole...
..speak to Eddy.
There seems to have beensome kind of feud
between him and Franco Mazzettifor some years.
Sounds like we'd be lucky to makea case against Big Eddy.
I don't want Franco's sonstaking the law into their own hands.
Right, Sarge.
I'll be around there straight away.
House break-inat Aidensfield, Sarge.
The same place has been done again.
- I was there yesterday.- Find out what's going on, then.
Right, Sarge.
He's very keen all of a sudden.
She makes scones, Sarge.
I see.
What's up, Dad?
CLAUDE: They'd fall off the bone,if there were any.
Right. Now, then, ladies.
Fish and chips.
Fish and chips for both of you?Fish and chips twice, David.
Yeah, love, that's the idea.
Around back.
There you are, love. And the change.
Now, sir. What can we do you for?
What do you think you're doing?
I suppose you're workingfor the Mazzettis.
You must be joking!
I'm self-employed, me.Always have been and always will be.
Well, you're unemployed now.
Because your van'snot in a roadworthy condition.
What are you talking about?
One of your headlamp'sjust been smashed.
Oh, yeah? What are you trying totell me, you've just done it?
You'll never prove it, pal.
Do they knowyou two are out on your own?
Who are you, anyway?
I'm Big Eddy,and that's my chippy over there,
and this is my trade you're nicking.
It's market day.There's plenty for everybody.
That's not the way I see it, pal.I see a thief,
I treat him accordingly.
Are you threatening me?
No. I'm just giving yousome friendly advice, grandad.
Now, hop it.
'Cause if I see youin Ashfordly again,
it'll not just be your headlampwhat gets smashed.
EVIL LAUGH
PC Ventress,
I'm so glad you're here.
I only popped outto the post office.
Now, now. Let's get you sat down.Then you can tell us all about it.
All my jewellery.
Even my mother's engagement ring.
SHE SOBS There, there.
Let it all out.
I thought you were doingAshfordly market today.
Yeah, so did we.
Give us a large Scotchand a shandy for him.
What happened? That fat fryer didn'tget all temperamental again, did it?
CLAUDE: No, but somebody else did.
What are you doing in here,Greengrass? It's dinner time.
Don't you start.
Have you got permissionfrom the Council yet?
You know, what happened is that
Ashfordly station hasn't changedsince you were there.
You still can't find a copperwhen you want one.
The thing is,not knowing what to do.
I have insurance, of course,
but Eric always dealtwith these matters.
He was a bank manager, you know.
Very meticulous man.
- You must miss him a lot.- Oh, I do.
When he retired,he wanted us to move to the country.
He thoughtthis was such a lovely spot.
We'd only been here three monthsand then he died.
So you don't know many folkin the area, then?
Hardly anyone at all,
beyond a nodding acquaintance.
When you're notpart of a couple anymore,
people don't really knowquite how to take you.
Well, I'll tell you what,why don't I make a nice cup of tea?
No, no. I'm beinga terrible hostess. I'll do it.
I've got a fruit cake, too,if you'd care for a slice.
Well, I... I shouldn't really.
I'm, er...I'm getting a bit of a spare tyre.
Nonsense. You're a fine figureof a man, PC Ventress.
What harm is a little bit offruit cake going to do?
Well, none at all, I suppose.
Happened a half-hour ago. Someonechucked it from a passing car.
I didn't see out 'cause it were darkand I were frying.
I just heard this great big thumpand the window went in.
Any idea who's responsible?
Well, it's the Mazzettis, isn't it?
And why would theywant to smash one of your windows?
It couldn't possibly haveanything to do
with you vandalisingone of their vans, could it?
I've told you before,I know nowt about the van.
But I did have to have a few words
with one of their new blokesthis morning.
- New bloke?- He were there this morning,
bold as brass,in one of Mazzetti's vans,
stealing my trade.I soon told him to hop it.
And he ceded to your reasonedrequest straight away, did he?
No threats were exchanged?
He were just an old bloke.
Green... summat or other.
- I wouldn't have done him any harm.- Glad to hear it.
What can I get you?
Cod and chips, twice.
- Evening, Oscar.- Oh, hello, Alf.
Er, just a half, please,and one for yourself.
All right. Thanks.
I'm beginning to think it's notreally worth all the bother.
Keep out of Ashfordly,stick to the villages
and you'll still make a mint.
HE GROANS
Marvellous, isn't it?
You can be intimidated and assaultedand there's never a copper in sight.
They're always in the pub.
- What's up with him?- Who knows.
As a matter of fact,I wanted to pick your brains.
All right.
The lady who lives down the villagepast the church at Orchard Cottage,
Mrs Poole. Do you know her?
The lovely Mrs Poolehas caught your eye, has she?
Oh, nothing like that.She's been broken into, twice.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
The thing that makes my blood boil
is that a couple of local yobsare obviously targeting her.
They know she's a widowliving on her own.
They're watching the house,waiting for her to go out
and they're in there again.- Well, it's possible, I suppose.
Well, I wondered if you'd noticeda couple of likely types
hanging around the village.
Well, I can't recall any,but I'll keep me eyes open.
How come you're dealing with this,not Mike Bradley? It's his patch.
I took the original calland I'm following it up.
The lovely Mrs Poole.
She must have been a right crackerwhen she was young.
I know nothing about that.
She's a good cook, though.She does a lovely fruit cake.
How is Mrs Ventress?Is she... keeping well?
Quite well, thanks.
Oh! You've come at last.The cavalry's arrived.
It looks likeyou've had a few, Claude.
- Been here long?- Since opening time.
So, you weren't in Ashfordlyat about :, then?
What do I need an alibi forthis time, then?
Have you been runninga mobile chip van for the Mazzettis?
No, I have not.
If everybody leaves me alone,I'm trying to run one for meself.
He reckons Big Eddy,who has the chip shop in Ashfordly,
smashed his headlamp this morning.
Oh, does he? Can he prove it?
Any reasonable personwho saw a big man with a crowbar
next to a smashed headlampwouldn't need proof.
Then again,how many coppers are reasonable?
Well, take my advice, Claude,steer clear of Big Eddy.
Alf.
Big Eddy. You know what's beengoing on, don't you?
- A bit of dropsy.- What are you on about?
Backhander.Coppers are all the same.
Morning. Getting ready for the off?
No. I'm getting them readyfor auction.
Me brother's decided to sell 'em.
Big Eddy had one of his windowssmashed last night.
HE SCOFFSIt couldn't happen to a nicer bloke.
Where were you at
I can't remember, really.Having me tea.
Look, there's no point takingthe law into your own hands
just because you thinkit worked for your dad.
Are you sayingmy father was a criminal?
Because if you are,I'd like to see some proof.
He smashes one of your vans,you break his window, what next?
Where's it all going to end?
You'll have to ask Big Eddy that,won't you?
Anyway, we're out of the mobilefish and chip business.
Me brother's a man with ambition.
I don't think Big Eddy's got much ofan interest in pizza restaurants.
I haven't seen it and if I have,I didn't know it was stolen.
Come on, Sam. Just comeand have a look at the list.
Eh...
Lads, most likely.A couple of teenagers, maybe?
There were some quite nice itemsof jewellery.
Solid silver tea service.
But I've not had one thosein here for ages.
All from the same place, is it?
A widow. I'd like to getthe things back for her if I can.
Sorry, Alf.There's nothing here I've seen.
Are you sure?
Afraid so.
CLAUDE: Here you are.You can have them on the house.
Are you sureyou're feeling all right, Claude?
Your fee for teaching Davidhow to chip chop.
I reckon you owe hermore than a bag of chips.
Hey! They're not bad. He seemsto have got the hang of it.
I hope he washes his handsbefore he fries them.
Did you actuallywant something, Oscar?
I want to knowwhy you're parked opposite my pub.
I'll tell you. Because you wouldn'tlet me park outside.
Come on, Oscar, why shouldn'the sell his fish and chips?
- Have one.- Wouldn't dream of it.
Taste one. They're nice.
They'd taste a lot betterif he was authorized to sell them.
You know a lot about chips,don't you?
He's had one on his shoulderlong enough.
CLAUDE LAUGHS
I've been aroundall the local pawnbrokers,
but nobody's seen owt.
You think she's being targeted?
Well, she's a widowon her own, Sarge.
Some young so-and-sosobviously decided
that she's a soft touch.- Hmm.
Perhaps, Bradley, you could keepan eye on Mrs Poole.
Pop in now and again.
A regular sight of a uniformshould scare them away.
I could do that, Sarge.
Well, Mike,he's got enough on his plate.
She's a very nervous lady,and she knows me now.
Well, as long as you don't spend
all your timerunning over to Aidensfield.
No. Of course not, Sarge.
Hmm.
What's Mrs Ventress gonna say?That's what I wanna know.
What'd you mean by that?
Well, she'll be wonderingwhy that diet's not working.
You lot, you've got one-track minds.
Right, gentlemen. The next one,lot number , the Singer Vogue.
What a beauty. Lovely estate car.
Silver/grey, walnut trim, beautifulinterior. How much is that worth?
It'd cost you about £,...
They're not in bad condition.
I'm... I'm still not sureabout this, you know?
One van's aggravation enough, but...
There's wages and all sortswe'll have to pay.
How much did you makein Aidensfield this morning?
We did all right.
Three vans, three times the profit.
Here comes trouble.Haven't they locked you up yet?
BIG EDDY:Now the Mazzettis are selling up,
I'm going inthe mobile trade meself,
as soon as I've bought these twovans. Little laddies gonna run 'em.
This is an auction,they'll go to the highest bidder.
I don't reckon anyone's gonna bidagainst me, do you?
We shall have to wait and see.
Let me give you some advice, pal.
Leave the fish and chip businessto them who knows what to do it.
I knew a fella once,new to the trade like yourself,
had a terrible accidentwith his fish fryer.
Scarred for life, he were.
Really? I knew a fella once,
he had a terrible accidentwith his gob.
He kept threatening people with it,
and he finished up inside,so think on, pal.
Come on, Bernie.
Sergeant Craddock thinksit would be a very good idea
if I was to pop inon a regular basis.
And then, any villainsthat are watching the place
will soon be put off.
Oh, I'm sure they will.
And please tell your sergeantthat is so reassuring.
Now, you will havea slice of Victoria sponge.
Well, that's very kind.
Eric, my late husband,being a bank manager...
..always had the greatest respectfor the police.
I've seen some bank robberiesin me time. They can be very nasty.
You must be so brave, PC Ventress!
Tackling ruthless villains.
Well, not every day of the week.
Just occasionally.
We have a lot of paperwork, too.
Your...
Your wife must be so proud.
Well, to tell you the truth,
I've been doing the jobfor that long now,
I think she takes ita bit for granted.
Oh, I could never do that!
If I were married to a policeman,I should just feel so much safer.
Your wife is a very lucky lady.
I hope she knows that.
I don't believe this.
Not only have they nicked our pitch,
they've left it where Blaketon saidwe couldn't.
You stop here. I'll sort this out.
It's looking like the frontat Scarborough,
all these fish and chip vans.
CLAUDE: What do you thinkyou're doing? Oi!
What's going on?
I've been threatenedand now I've been gazumped.
It's about time you finallydid summat about it.
Let's see what he has to sayfor himself.
Before you start,I'm within me rights.
I'm not blocking the highway.And I'm registered with Council.
I see...
- Where's your certificate, Claude?- He hasn't got one.
It's in the post.
But what he's doing ain't right,and you well know it.
If he's registered and you're not,my hands are tied. Sorry, Claude.
Not as sorry as I am.
Fancy a bag of chips, Constable?
No, I do not.
It's what I miss mostin the evenings, you know?
A man to have a glass of sherryand a chat with.
I can't believe you'd bethat short of offers, Mrs Poole,
if you thought of remarrying.
I could never remarry.
It'd be disloyal to Eric's memory.
Oh, I don't know.
Surely he'd want youto be happy again?
Maybe you're right.
Oh, you have such a sensible wayof looking at things, PC Ventress.
That's the other thing I miss.
A down-to-earth,masculine point of view.
Goodness me, look at the time.I really must be going.
I'm sorry. I'm keeping you fromyour duties with my idle chatter.
Oh, no, no. Don't apologize.
I haven't enjoyeda lady's company so much since...
Well...
I hope you'll come again.
Any problems, just give us a call.
Right, David. Get the bonnet up.
He might have a certificate, but hewon't get far without one of these.
CLEARS THROAT What's up?
Ah, Ventress.
Where were youall yesterday afternoon?
Conducting enquiries, Sarge.
- The Aidensfield break-ins.- The unfortunate Mrs Poole. Yes.
And these enquiries wereso fruitful, were they,
as to put you out of radio contactfor three hours?
I parked the patrol car, Sarge.
PHONE RINGS Went on foot.
Where?
Round Aidensfield. Round about.
- Ashfordly Police.- Any luck?
No, Sarge. Not really, no.
Yes. He's here. Hold on.
Alf. It's for you. It's Mrs Poole.
I'll take that, thank you, Bellamy.
Mrs Poole?It's Sergeant Craddock here.
How may we help you?
A strange man in your garden, I see.
I'll dispatchone of my officers, immediately.
You just stay safely in the house.
Goodbye.
Right, Bellamy,
you go and see who's lurkingat the bottom of Mrs Poole's garden.
Yes, Sarge.
And, Ventress...you can get on with the paperwork.
Want me to give her a message, Alf?
No.
CLAUDE SCOFFS
Come on, David.
Morning, Claude.What can I do for you?
I don't suppose I'll get it,but I want action from you lot.
Come again?
I were out last night,doing business, when I got back,
somebody had nicked the wheelsof me fish and chip van.
Not only that, they nailed somethingvery nasty on my front door.
Show him, David.
It's a dead haddock.
From the smell of it,it's been dead long.
And this. We'll wait.
You took your time.
You seem to have had a flood.A burst pipe, was it?
No, someone broke in last night.Turned on the tap.
Coincidentally, somebody stolethe wheels off Mr Greengrass's van
last night.-Nowt to do with me.
Don't you think this is gettinga bit ridiculous? No one can win.
You tell that to the Mazzettis.I didn't start it.
Alf's on the radio, Sarge.Wants a word.
Go ahead, Ventress.
Whitby Police have just been on.
Last night there was a bad fireat Mazzetti's fish restaurant.
Maria Mazzetti's in hospital.
And the Whitby lads,they reckon it was arson.
Now, you listen to me, Big Eddy.
I will not have a w*r on my patch.
I don't carewhat happened in the past,
what old man Mazzetti did,
what reasons you've gotfor justifying your actions,
this stops now.
Look, I don't know who set fireto the Mazzetti place,
but I swear to you it weren't me.
Well, I hopeyou're telling the truth.
'Cause if you're not, you're goingto jail for a very long time.
Why? Why would anyone do this?
How is your mother?
They're keeping her infor observation.
If she hadn't come backwhen she did.
the whole place would haveburnt down to the ground.
Big Eddy's shop was floodedlast night.
I don't even want to thinkabout that man.
My mother tried to put out the firesingle handed. She could have died.
Yes, we do know that, Mr Mazzetti.
Rest assured, whoever did this,they will be caught.
Maria...
..how did it happen?
It could have been worse.The whole place could be gone,
but I went back to get my pills.
The doctor gave me pillsto help me sleep,
so I went back to get them.
You should never have triedto put the fire out on your own.
We have fire extinguisher.What's it for, eh?
So I breathe in a little smoke.
I've been standingover a fryer for years.
Well, I think you're very brave.
I've got to go. Ciao, Mum.
Now, listen to me, boy, listen good.
BOTH SPEAKING ITALIAN
Goodbye.
Please, Jackie.You speak to your husband.
I don't want my boys in trouble.
Franco, he always worryhe gonna lose everything,
so he fight everyone.
I thought Paolo was too sensibleto take revenge for old grudges.
He is. He is.
I don't understand none of this.
Why don't Big Eddy leave us alone?
I would like the truth, please,Mr Greengrass.
This is becoming a serious matter.
You're telling me! I'm the victim.
Not only have I had a dead fishand a death note on me door,
somebody's nicked the wheelsoff me chip van.
You sure you weren'tin Ashfordly last night, Claude?
You didn't pay Big Eddy a visit,by any chance, did you?
Because your truck was seen.
Well, I... I...I were just... driving around.
Late at night?
All right.
You lot wouldn't do owt, so I...
I went and nicked the rotor arm outof Eddy's van. Here. Now you know.
Is that all?
Are you sure you didn't break-inand turn on a tap?
No, I didn't. Go and ask David,'cause he were with me.
Go on. Interrogate him.
There's no way he's not going totell you the truth.
Not twice running, anyway.
Alf. Oscar's been on the phone.He needs to talk to you urgently.
What about?
I don't know. He didn't say.Wants you to go over, though.
Ta.
So, what's this really about,then, Bradley?
Settling of old scores?A row over fish and chips?
I don't think Greengrasshas got much to do with it myself.
I just thinkhe got caught in the crossfire.
It just doesn't make any sense.
Paolo's Mazzetti'sa smart, young businessman.
Big Eddy's no threat to him.
KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.
That was Whitby Police, Sarge.
CID are taking overthe investigation.
The kitchen was doused in petrol.Definitely was arson.
All right. Thank you, Bellamy.
- Your wife, Bradley.- Mmm.
Didn't you sayshe was the Mazzetti's lawyer?
Well, yes, but she doesn't like...
I always hate it when we have tohand over to CID. Don't you?
Yes, but...
If this is about old grudges,
then we need to know moreabout the Mazzettis.
Perhaps you could your influencewith your lady wife.
See what you can charm out of her.
There you go.
You just sip it slowly,it'll help your nerves.
She was coming out of the villageshop as it was getting dark
and somebody snatched her handbag.
They never give up, do they?
Are you hurt, Mrs Poole?
No, no.It was just the shock, really.
Can you describe your assailant?
- Not really.- Well, was he young?
Short? Tall?
I'm not sure. It happened so fast.
But I feel much betternow you're here.
And I asked Mr Blaketonto send for you.
The young officerwho came yesterday, he...
He was kind enough,but he didn't really understand.
Not like you do.
I think we'd best get you home.
I've got the patrol car outside.
- If you'd just like to lean on me.- Thank you.
Poor woman.She's certainly been through it.
Yes, she certainly has.
MICHAEL: Here you go.
You're trying to pump mefor information.
All I'm asking foris a little advice.
No, you're not.
Raymond Craddock thinksI might know something,
so he sends you trotting homelike a good little boy
to try and wheedle it out of me.
I'm going to finish the supper.
The Mazzettis are your clients.Don't you wanna help them?
Look, Franco's dead,and as far as I'm concerned,
Paolo is nota chip off the old block.
Okay, what about the younger one?
- What, Marco?- He seems like a hothead.
What if he decidedto take on Big Eddy himself?
The question is, why?
What?
Brandy, now sherry.
I could end up quite tiddly.
Well, you've had a very nasty shock.
This is purely medicinal.
You know, PC Ventress...
Why don't you call me Alf?
Everyone else does.
That's a coincidence.My grandfather was an Alfred.
I've always thought it wasa very solid, comfortable name.
My first name's Emily.
Oh, that's very nice.
My mother admired the Brontes.
RATTLING Oh!
MRS POOLE: Oh.
RATTLING CONTINUES
Right. I'll have the villain.
Oh, do be careful, Alf.There could be several of them.
Shouldn't you wait and callfor reinforcements?
You just sit there, Emily.And don't fret.
Stop where you are.I'm a police officer!
Now, come on out.
Sarge!
Evening, Alf.
Looks like he's on the move.
Stick with him, Bradley.
- See what he gets up to.- 'Right, Sarge.'
I found all this in the garden shed.
I don't understand.
And here's your handbag, Mrs Poole.
I don't think anything's missing.
It was tossed in a hedgeoutside the pub.
Emily...
What's going on?
I didn't mean any harm.
I just wanted someone to come.
Is that why you fakedall those burglaries, Mrs Poole?
I sit here, day in, day out.Nothing to do, no one to talk to.
Eric used to organize everything.I never had to worry. I just...
..wanted someoneto take care of me again.
You were such a godsend, Alf.
So kind and considerate.
If only you weren't already married.
I could charge youwith wasting police time.
You know that, Mrs Poole?
I don't think there's any needto go that far, Alf.
I'm so sorry.
You've made a right fool of me.
No...
I never meant to do that.
Perhaps I deserve it.
Come on, Alf.Let's go and have a drink.
Good night, Mrs Poole.
SHE SOBS
He's on his way to Ashfordly.He's in a bit of a hurry.
We'll soon seeif Bradley's theory is correct.
Right. Let's have him.
RAYMOND: So, let's start again.
Big Eddy insultedyour father's memory
and you were determinedto take revenge.
Tit for tat.
Yeah, I told you.
Did Paolo tell you to do it?
Paolo?
He's a businessman.
Money's all he cares about,not family honour.
But he's your elder brother.He runs the business.
Surely you were actingunder his instruction.
He may own the business,but he don't own me.
Wait a minute.
Paolo owns the business now?
- Yeah.- Don't you have any share in it?
No.
So your fatherleft the family business
entirely to your brother.
- That doesn't seem very fair.- It's what the old man wanted.
What about your mother?What does she think?
Don't drag her into this.
Why not? When the will was read out,surely, she backed you up.
Well, she backed the old man.She backed Paolo. She always has.
Is that why you set fireto the restaurant?
Because you were jealous of Paolo?
SCOFFS That were Big Eddy, not me.
You faked this whole vendettawith Big Eddy, didn't you,
so you could seeyour brother's business fail?
- No.- It was your own mother, Marco.
She could have burnt to death.
You could've k*lled your own mother.
I know that!
I know.
I never thought she'd go back.
Just to get her stupid pills.
HE SOBS
SPEAKING ITALIAN
Caro mio, what I tell you?
No stupid revenge.
Leave it to the police.
Don't worry. We'll fight thistogether as a family.
- Is he going to be charged?- Yes. With arson.
But he only triedto set fire to Big Eddy's.
Whitby Police will charge himwith arson
in connection with the fireat your restaurant.
- No. No.- MARCO: Mama.
I never meant you to get hurt.
Papa gave it all to him.Always him, never me.
Why did I have to bethe younger brother?
Now, now.
It wasn't fair, so I fought back.It's what Papa would have done.
All right. Come on, Marco.SPEAKING ITALIAN
Ah! Constable Bradley in person.
Can you tell my why you haven'tnicked Big Eddy yet?
Been fixing your lot upwith free fish suppers?
Turns out he was telling the truth.He didn't do anyhting.
There was no feud. Marco set outto make it look like there was one.
- Why?- Jealousy.
Wanted to spoil it for his brother.
Franco might have beena bit of a gangster,
but he's got nothing on Eddy.
Look, Claude, if Big Eddy triesto start threatening anybody,
we'll have him, trust me.
Oh, you do fill me with confidence.
If I've got to rely on your lotfor protection,
I'll pack inthe fish and chip business
and go back into the businessI know best.
- Which is?- Minding me own.