10x05 - w*r Stories

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

KIDS BABBLE Did you weld these on?

HORN HONKS DRIVER SINGING

Afternoon.

Which way to Aidensfield, baby cheeks?

Aidensfield?

Just follow the road round about a mile. You can't miss it.

First time I've seen a copper doin' something useful.

You keep it up, love. THEY LAUGH

I'm sorry, we're closed.

- The door was open. - Aye, but we're not.

We're thirsty.

There's a tap outside.

You're not a very hospitable gentleman, are you?

No, not before :.

Oh! I see.

There. Doesn't time fly?

What do you think you're doing?

Oh, hello, lovely.

We're just trying to get a drink.

If you lot don't leave now, I'm calling the police.

Oh, dear! ALL LAUGH

We'll drink to that.

Right.

Every night, : to :,

people laughing, drinking, even singing.

- It's a pub, Mr Blain. - I don't care what it is.

I want you to curb the racket. It's stopping my work.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

Oscar Blaketon. What a nice surprise.

How many? I'll get someone over right away.

Spot of trouble at the Aidensfield Arms.

Ventress, radio Bradley. Get him over there. Bellamy, you go.

Actually, Sarge, since Bellamy's with Mr Blain here,

maybe I should go. - Good idea.

You and I can hold the fort, can't we?

Yes, ma'am.

ALL LAUGHING

Another four of 'em have just turned up.

I'd better handle this.

MAN: Ho-ho-ho! Look what the cat dragged in.

Well, what's going on, then?

Hey! You didn't say, "Hello, hello!"

We heard there was a bunch of old men causing trouble.

Oh! You should look in the mirror, Grandad.

Alf, what's going on?

What's going on is... that we are going to drink a toast.

To Alfred Ventress.

To Corporal Alfred Ventress. Cheers.

Is there something you're not telling us, Alf?

It's my friends.

Commando. th reunion.

Lovely to see you. How are you?

Commando? You were in the commandos?

MAN: You bet he was!

Nothing stood in the way of Speedy Alf Ventress.

"Speedy"?

On account that he wasn't. THEY LAUGH

It's only me, Molly. DOOR CLOSES

MAGGIE: Hello. How are you doing?

Fit as a fiddle, Maggie.

Good. All right, I'll just make us a nice cup of tea.

MOLLY: This is my son, Graham.

He's come up from Bristol to look after me.

MAGGIE: Oh, that's wonderful.

Maggie Bolton. Pleased to meet you.

Hello.

Well, er... I must say,

your mum's bearing up remarkably well.

Yes, she is.

All things considered.

And there we are. Half way up this Greek cliff.

All lit up like Piccadilly Circus.

Jerry firing machine g*ns

and goodness knows what all else at us.

And I'm thinking,

"If I fall off, I hope I'm dead before I reach the bottom",

when I hear Alf cry out.

And I look down, and I see him, nearly fallen off his rope.

Well, I nearly did, too!

And I called out to him, I said, "Are you hit, Alf?"

And he doesn't answer.

He's there, hanging, upside down, his rope.

So I go to him as fast as I can, b*ll*ts chipping the rock all round,

and I reach him, and I'm saying,

"Alf, mate. Alf! Are you okay?"

And he groans.

"I got it!"

I say, "I know, chum. I know. I'm going to get you out of here",

thinking, "How on earth am I going to do that?"

But he straightens up,

with a grin on him like Cheddar Gorge.

And I say, "Hey, what's going on?"

And he holds up his ciggy as if it were the crown jewels,

and he says,

"I dropped my f*g." THEY LAUGH

Well, I'd only just lit it.

I gotta say, I'm shocked

that you let an elderly woman in her condition come home.

Well, I'm sorry you feel like that, but it was what she wanted.

She's always been headstrong,

but that doesn't mean you have to pander her every whim.

It wasn't a whim.

It was her declared wish after talks with her doctor and me.

- She should be in the hospital. - She's happier here.

Is that what's important?

Making her happy, instead of making her better?

The commandos? The jumping-out-of-boats,

running-up-cliffs-in-funny-hats commandos?

Believe it or not, he was on Cherbourg raid

when they blew up the German U-Boat pens.

His commanding officer got a VC.

That bloke over there, Lovell, he got the Military Cross.

Well, did Alf get anything?

Nothing. He was asleep in the boat.

You're just jealous, Oscar.

Jealous! Of course I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Well, maybe I am. Just a touch.

Ventress, you a commando? It's unbelievable.

Oscar, another nine packs, please.

So... Nokes let you go then, huh?

Eventually, yes.

We'll see if the credit goes back off his holidays.

The better as far as I am concerned.

BOTH CHUCKLE

♪Rabbit Run, rabbit run, run, run

♪ Run, rabbit, run, rabbit Run, run, run

♪ Run, rabbit, run, rabbit

♪ Run, run, run

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang

♪ Goes the farmer's g*n

♪ So run, rabbit, run, rabbit

♪ Run, run, run... ♪

BELL DINGS GINA: Time, please!

It's the best sport in Yorkshire.

There's salmon, trout, pheasant, grouse, the lot.

Whose land is it?

It's private, but I'm a good friend of the owner.

I thought Lord Ashfordly...

Yeah, thank you. Leave it to me, will you?

How much are you going to charge?

Seeing as you're old soldiers, and I was in the mob myself,

I'll do it for five quid a head, special discount.

You'll have to pay extra for the rods and g*ns.

You asked Lord Ashfordly, before we do anything?

Thank you, David. You realize you'll be working for nowt?

You've been avoiding me.

You got my letter.

Yeah, I got it.

What good you think that'll do?

I don't know. GLASS SCRAPES

I did my best. I had no choice.

What do you think my father would say?

GLASSES SHATTER

Calm down.

Right. Look at this.

You are breaking the Noise Abatement Act.

- Look at that. Look. - What is it?

It is a noise meter.

And it says you are making too much of it.

- He causing trouble, love? - No, it's okay.

Fill us up, then, The last round went over the floor.

It's :. You can't sell drinks after :.

Keep your panties on, mate.

Right. I'm reporting you, Miss Ward, and every one of you!

On three, Tone. One, two...

..and three!

GINA: Put him down!

Alf! Where's Alf?

There he is.

Over there. Speedy Ventress.

But what are we after?

There are all sorts of trout, brown, rainbow...

There's a big old pike in there that's been driving me mad.

Catch him, and I'll give you a few quid.

He's a very generous man, is Lord Ashfordly.

He would be, if he knew owt about it!

BOTH LAUGHING

- And then they carried you out? - Two of them.

Because I pointed out it was illegal to sell drinks after :.

Mr Blain, the owner is a former policeman.

I doubt he'd break the law.

HE SCOFFS

How long have you been living in Aidensfield?

- Four weeks. - Four weeks?

Mr Blain, the pub is part of the village fabric.

You can't honestly expect to turn it into a monastery.

But it's stopping my work.

I came here for peace and quiet.

- I'm an inventor, you see. - Really?

You know the Blain ionospheric kite?

No.

Look, I'll instruct the local bobbies

to keep a strict eye on the place.

Local bobbies? That's a good one.

They were there last night, just as rowdy as the rest of 'em.

BIRD CHIRPS

Where are all these fish you promised us?

I can't understand it.

Ashfordly and his lah-di-dah pals have probably cleared it out

without even telling me. - Stealing his own fish? Criminal.

I think it's time for some commando fishing tactics.

What are you doing? You can't do that!

One... two... ALL EXCLAIMING

Hey, who's got the net?

Oi! What's your game?

It's the Ashfordly Hitler. Scarper! David, quick!

I'll have you, Greengrass!

CLAUDE: Come on! Leave those! David, come on!

JENNIFER: Being part of the community is one thing.

Having complaints about your conduct is another.

The Aidensfield Arms is now on parole.

So are you. Understood?

ALL: Yes, Sarge.

Ventress...

I know military reunions can be occasions for high spirits,

but your friends have used up their goodwill.

Next time, they'll spend the night in here. Clear?

PHONE RINGS

Good Morning. Ashfordly Police.

Really? Well, yes. We'll get onto it straight away.

Yes. RECEIVER CLANKS

Lord Ashfordly. His gamekeeper's

just seen Claude Greengrass dynamiting fish.

- And he wasn't alone. - Go talk to him.

Yes, Sarge.

You stay with me, Bellamy. I got something I want you to look.

Bradley, take Ventress. Get him into the fresh air,

before he redecorates the office.

OBJECTS CLATTER

Mr Lovell?

What are you doing in here?

I thought this was my room.

Sounds daft, doesn't it?

And unlikely.

MICHAEL: What was all that between Lovell and that young bloke?

- Charlie Penwarden? - Yeah.

His dad was our CO. He got k*lled on the raid.

Charlie blames Lovell for his death.

Is he right?

Well, there was a story that an order cancelling the raid

somehow never got through.

Is that true?

I don't know.

Two hundred went over, got back.

That's what I know.

MOLLY: Woytek used to bring me here, when we were courting.

I never put much mind to it then.

I was too busy looking at him.

He was in the RAF, you know. The Polish squadron.

They were based at...

I've told you all this, haven't I?

I must be going senile.

I hope I die, before I lose all my marbles.

It's a safe bet, isn't it?

I think you're being very brave, Molly.

Brave has nothing to do with it.

I've been lucky...

Good husband...

Good son...

A good life.

It's hard for him, the state I am in, that's all.

He is a lecturer in Chemistry.

Damn brainy!

I don't know who he got that from.

Oh, I do!

I think I might just stretch my legs.

You do that. You and Graham.

Oh, Molly.

This is a panacea, is it?

A drive in the country. This is gonna keep her alive?

Mr. Rysinski, your mother is dying.

There isn't anything that any hospital or doctor can do.

So that absolves you of all responsibility, does it?

No, we're still responsible, but we are prepared to face facts.

So is your mother.

You should, too.

There's never enough stock on any of the estates, these days.

They over-sh**t, over-fish. It's ridiculous.

- It is theirs. - What's that got to do with it?

I'll tell you summat, the game stocks would be gone

if it wasn't for people like us culling it properly.

Is that what we're doing?

- Didn't I say it was? - Yes.

I must be right, then.

Excuse me, is there a pub or hotel here?

The Aidensfield Arms, but it's full of soldiers.

Good. That's who I'm looking for.

MATTHEW: Mr Drake!

Mr Lovell. I was just coming to find you,

at the pub.

Here will do fine.

Claude. David.

I'll see you tonight, Matthew.

- DAVID: Do you know what that is? - CLAUDE: What?

A Spitfire that can't half shift.

Well, it can't go round bends.

Clumsy! you mean the ones you're always driving me around.

I wish you could shift his fuss.

Go on, get in the truck.

CLAUDE: We've only got three g*ns, so you'd better have 'em.

That's very noble of you, Claude.

Always have been. To a fault.

I'm not feeling so good. I think I'm going to go back.

- Miss all the sport? - Leave some for you old folks.

Cheeky beggar!

Right, lads. Synchronize watches.

I haven't got a watch.

Well, don't synchronize it, then.

g*nsh*t BANGS MAN SCREAMS

MAN GROANS

Matty...

Matty...

JENNIFER: Mr Healy,

did you hear anything at all? Footsteps, conversations, anything?

- Nothing. - Do you know anyone,

who would want to hurt Mr Lovell?

- No, No one. - Thank you, sir.

Schofield, take care of Mr Healy, please.

Looks like the g*n went off under his chin.

Could be m*rder, su1c1de, accident, anything.

Whatever it is, I don't like it.

We'd better call CID.

Excuse me asking, but how long have I got to wait?

I beg your pardon!

I should think so, an' all.

I've been stood standing for nearly two hours.

What is that? It's a dead body.

And whose g*n is beside him? Yours.

Whose land are we on? Lord Ashfordly's.

Put those three things together, Greengrass,

and you are in deep trouble.

So you better start being incredibly polite to me.

So, you brought Lovell and Healy here for a spot of poaching.

And Penwarden, he were here, an' all.

Then where is he?

Well, he didn't feel very well, so he went back before we started.

Penwarden and Lovell aren't the best of mates, Sarge.

Get Ventress and Bellamy to find Penwarden.

What about me, though?

After that, Bradley, take Mr Greengrass to the cells.

What for? I've not done nowt!

Charge him with poaching.

And anything else you can think of.

Well, it was just like this. Empty, bags gone.

- What time? - About eight o'clock.

Found this, though, in the bin.

Looks like he tried to destroy it.

Signed by Lovell.

"Father's memory...

"fraudulently misused...

"betrayed the trust...

"I'm very sorry.

"Matthew J Lovell".

What does it mean, Alf?

I don't know.

Hang on. Which way did you come from?

Back there somewhere.

- And Jim Healy? - Over there somewhere.

And who did this?

Probably a very big rabbit. HE LAUGHS

Whoever it was, he was here for a while.

And he's a keen smoker.

CLAUDE: You know what you're looking for, then?

A large bunny rabbit with a very funny habit!

How long do you want to spend in the cells, Claude?

Where's the body, Bradley?

Down the bank, sir, with Sergeant Nokes.

Who are the Three Stooges?

CID.

What does that stand for, coppers in distress?

Better than Sergent Nokes.

CAR DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS

- MAGGIE: What's happened? - GRAHAM: She's barely conscious.

She's not well enough to be at home.

- It's what she wanted. - Well, thank goodness I was here.

You should go.

OSCAR: Gina said she saw young Penwarden in here yesterday.

He said he'd got the rooms mixed up.

We won't find anything here.

- PHIL: Hang on a tick, Alf. - What have you got?

Cashed cheques. Made out to cash.

Drawn on whose account?

Fifteen Commando Widows and Orphans.

And they're all signed by...

I know who they're signed by.

How long's it been going on?

The first one's dated Jan '.

And the latest is, er... December last year.

Hidden in Lovell's case?

ALFRED: Yes, sir. Total £,.

Lovell was trustee of the Widows and Orphans' Fund.

Only he had the authority to write cheques.

And the money didn't go to these widows and orphans?

It doesn't seem so, sir.

I'd heard that the families had difficulty

getting money out of Matty.

Lovell, that is.

I didn't believe it, but...

Er... and there's the letter. It reads like a confession.

Lovell and Penwarden talked about the letter two nights ago.

That's what started them fighting.

If Lovell was committing fraud, why would Penwarden know?

His mother, our CO's wife, had been ill for years,

so Charlie would know how difficult it was to get money out of the fund.

So he threatened to expose Lovell?

It's possible.

Which is why Lovell shot himself.

We don't know that, sir.

Right.

I want the books and accounts of the fund seized,

and I want Penwarden. Clear?

Yes, sir.

Anything else you want to tell me, Ventress?

No, sir.

Fine, I can get my coat back on now?

You'll find, he won't prosecute.

Thanks to you, he'll have the press all over his estate.

He'll prosecute.

- I'm sorry about your mate, Alf. - Thanks, Claude.

He were all right, he were.

- Why would he do a thing like that? - Hard to say.

He wasn't happy to meet the man outside the shops.

Which man?

He was driving a Triumph Spitfire.

David, which man?

Said his name was Drake.

Drake?

If there's owt else we can do to help, let us know.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

You have?

Where?

Okay.

Thank you.

Hey, Penwarden's shown up.

Police station south of Leeds.

Heard the news on the radio, turned himself in.

So Drake was snooping around?

Sounds like it. He lives not far from here.

- Who's Drake? - A writer.

- A muck-raker. - What sort of muck?

Any sort he can find. What he can't find, he makes up.

He's written about Singapore, Dieppe,

anything to make the army look bad.

BELL DINGS Time, gentlemen, please!

Now he's doing Cherbourg?

And there's muck to find there, is there?

When we got back to England, a staff officer was waiting.

He said, "Why did you go in? The raid was cancelled."

Well, Matty's the highest-ranking officer we had left.

He said, "What order? We got no order."

There was a rumour that Matty

received the order, but didn't pass it on to anyone.

That's why three-quarters of those that went over never made it back.

Charlie Penwarden thinks that, for one.

But his dad got the VC.

His dad got a b*llet in the head. OSCAR SIGHS

What a business.

All right, lads. One for the road?

Cheers, Oscar.

If Drake found proof about the missing order,

or worse still, if Charlie Penwarden put him onto it,

it'd be more than Matty could bear.

Enough to k*ll himself?

Look, er... this Drake...

Does he realize the kind of grief he's caused?

I doubt it even occurs to him.

This one's on me.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Thank you.

The time is :, you are serving drinks illegally.

Constable Bellamy, take their names.

They're residents. They can drink after hours.

He's not, and he's not.

Take their names, or I'll report you, too.

Fine. Report me.

Look, I own this pub. I'm just entertaining my friends.

You can't entertain them and take money at the same time.

Constable Bellamy!

Do what he says, Phil.

Label each glass with the correct name, please.

Tomorrow when the photo's developed,

you can present the evidence to Sergeant Nokes.

Sorry, lads. Sorry, Alf.

- Take me home, Maggie. - It's not up to me, Molly.

- I don't want to die in here. - You're not going to.

Do you promise me? You must.

Promise me, Maggie. DOOR OPENS

Mrs Bolton. Why are you here?

It's a hospital. I'm a nurse.

Then I'm sure you must have patients to see.

Thanks for dropping by.

- I'll see you later, Molly. - Promise.

Cathy, Molly Rysinski, is she one of yours?

Yep. She's a sweetie.

What's her prognosis? Honestly.

Honestly?

She'll be lucky to make it through the day.

I'm sorry, Maggie.

OSCAR KNOCKS ON THE DOOR

As I said, I heard it on the radio, and I went straight to the police.

Why did you leave so suddenly?

It wasn't sudden. I'd decided to go the night before.

Why?

Well, because my presence was causing bad feeling.

With Lovell, mainly.

I went sh**ting to try and patch things up, but it was hopeless.

You smoke Gitanes?

Yes.

Is that a problem?

You were smoking one less than ft from where Lovell was found.

I don't know what you mean.

ALFRED: This was found on the trail

that led from Lovell's body to the road,

where the tyre tracks that matched your minibus were found.

We can easily run tests to see if the butts got any prints,

but we can easily do that.

Were you in that clearing with Lovell, Charlie?

Okay.

I was there.

I needed to talk to him.

Why?

Because my mother is seriously ill.

I needed money for her, and Lovell wouldn't give it to me.

But why sneak up on him in the woods?

Why not just talk to him?

Because he wouldn't talk.

He wouldn't face up to what he'd done.

What had he done?

He'd stolen money from the fund.

I got a letter from him, admitting the whole thing.

So you confronted him?

I told him if he didn't pay the money my family was owed,

I would go to the authorities.

Did you say you'd go to Ralph Drake?

I might have.

PHONE RINGS I was angry.

I threatened to tell Ralph Drake things.

Lovell had been my father's best friend.

But he had betrayed him.

I had no idea it would have this result.

Sorry.

The police.

Listen, my name is Blaketon.

Sit down, Mr Blaketon.

It's old, but it still works.

My name is Drake.

I'd like to report a break-in.

BRADLEY KNOCKS AT DOOR Not now, Bradley.

You need to hear this, Sarge.

There's someone called Drake on the phone.

He's just caught someone called Blaketon

breaking into his office.

Is this seat taken?

No, make yourself at home.

Have you ever thought about dying, Claude?

Do you know something that I don't?

Oh, no! I was just wondering.

Why, would you mind going and wondering about somebody else?

My mum said that she could die happy if I could find myself a wife.

Did she? She'll be around for a long time yet, then.

What about you, Claude? If you could choose,

how would you want to die?

What, you mean apart from being shot by a jealous husband?

CLAUDE LAUGHS

Well, if you're serious, I suppose I'd like to be...

I'd like to be by a riverbank,

on a lovely, sunny afternoon.

With Alfred on one side,

and a nice fat trout on my line the other side.

Yorkshire playing Lancashire on my transistor. That'd be nice.

Not somewhere comfortable and warm? People looking after you?

You mean, like in a hospital?

With doctors and nurses poking and prodding at you?

No offence, but no, thank you.

None taken.

- OSCAR: What about your book? - Which book?

Debacle At Cherbourg.

Must make you feel pretty grand, pulling down good men like that.

Making their deaths worthless.

The raid was a debacle.

Achieved nothing, despite what the press said.

Men died for no reason.

In your eyes.

In the eyes of any sensible person.

They had inteligence, the Germans were waiting for them,

but they still went ahead.

It's not my job to applaud folly, however brave.

Is it your job to drive good men to su1c1de?

- What? - Matthew Lovell.

He k*lled himself yesterday.

Why?

Why would he do that?

Because of what you were gonna write about him.

He had nothing to be afraid of.

He deserved his MC.

None of them would have made it back if he hadn't held them together.

The villain was the CO. Giles Penwarden.

He got the Admiralty signal ordering postponement.

I've seen the original with his initials on it.

But he wanted to be Nelson,

putting a telescope to his blind eye.

Trouble is, Nelson was lucky.

Penwarden wasn't.

Why did you and Lovell meet? In Aidensfield?

He was asking me not to publish.

For what reason?

He wanted to protect Giles Penwarden and his family.

And you were still going ahead?

I was. Until this.

I don't get it.

Lovell had no reason to k*ll himself.

None.

There'll be an inquest, so please stay in the area.

Apart from that, you're free to go.

Thanks for coming back. To clear things up.

Glad I could help.

Sign him out, Ventress. I'll be on my way.

Yes, sir.

Thank Sergeant Nokes for her hospitality.

JENNIFER KNOCKS AT DOOR

Mr Drake? Sergeant Nokes. Ashfordly Police.

- Is this the intruder? - Yes.

Bradley.

I'm sorry, Sarge, but you're under arrest.

- That won't be necessary. - Sir, a break-in is a break-in.

It's my property. There's no damage.

I don't want to press charges.

Do you know where Penwarden is?

He's at the station, but we've finished with him.

I don't think you have, Sergeant.

I don't believe that Matthew Lovell k*lled himself.

The inquest will be on Friday.

Coroner's court will get in touch with you.

PHONE RINGS

- Ashfordly police station. - MICHAEL: 'Alf, it's Mike.

- 'Don't let Penwarden go.' - I'll be off, then, Alf.

- 'Alf?' - Not so fast, Charlie.

Hello, Molly.

Maggie.

This is David. He's here to help.

NURSE: Maggie?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

Mr Blain, I've come to ask if you'd be good enough

to let this matter drop.

I knew that was why you were here.

Trying your feminine wiles on me.

No.

Look, I promise I'll try and be a good neighbour in future.

As long as I drop my charges.

I'm appealing to you, Mr Blain.

Unfortunately, you're not appealing enough.

Come on, Gina. We're wasting our time here.

I'll be in touch, Mr Blain.

Don't forget the glasses.

Why are you asking all this?

You've got the evidence, that Lovell was stealing money.

It's not just about that.

I don't care what Drake says.

w*r stories, everyone's got one.

Evidently, you were prepared to use one to pressure Lovell.

And evidently, he felt guilty enough about it to k*ll himself.

No.

- No, don't tell me she's... - No, it's nothing like that.

Well, then, what? Where is she?

She discharged herself.

She left.

She left?

How? She can hardly move.

How did she leave?

Tell me.

ALFRED: We've got no leverage. No eye-witnesses, no forensics.

All he has to do is stick to his story,

and he gets right out of here!

All we've got is a hunch that Lovell wouldn't k*ll himself.

Oh, it's more than a hunch, it's a gut feeling.

Oh, thanks. That's a lot of help, Alf.

How ill was Penwarden's mother?

Oh, I don't know. She's lived in France for years.

Penwarden spent some time there. Hence his froggy fags.

What did he do for a living?

Oh, I don't know. Not much.

The south of France. Very nice.

What?

Well, I hadn't really looked at this before.

I mean, we read it one way, but it could be read another.

We read, "I fraudulently misused the fund."

"I betrayed the trust." But it could read,

"You fraudulently misused the fund. You betrayed..."

Have a look.

And it mentions the cheques,

but why would Lovell hide them in the lining of his case?

Did he expect his room to be searched?

More to the point, why did he bring them with him?

Was he going to confess?

Maybe he sent them to Penwarden.

Gina found Penwarden in Lovell's room.

- We're building on sand, Alf. - Yes, I know that.

Just back me up, whatever I say.

Alf, what do you mean?

- What is it, Ventress? - Excuse me, Sarge.

ALFRED: Do you know what this is, Charlie?

Yes, of course I do.

Well, strange how it burnt. Or how it didn't burn.

I don't know what you mean.

Even if it had burnt completely, we'd be all right.

Ventress, what on earth are you talking about?

DI Shiner asked for the books and accounts for the trust fund.

They've just arrived.

It turns out Lovell kept a carbon copy of every letter he wrote.

We've just found the letter he wrote to young Charlie, here.

It's quite interesting. Would you read it out, Mike?

Certainly.

CLEARS THROAT "Dear Mr Penwarden..."

All right.

All right.

I know what it says.

What's that, then?

Lovell was giving the money to me.

Your mother wasn't ill, was she?

The cheques for cash were for you?

Yes.

Lovell found out about my mother.

And told me that if I couldn't repay the money,

he would go to the authorities.

ALFRED: But you couldn't repay it, could you?

No, of course I couldn't.

Then you looked at this letter,

and you realised it could be made to mean something very different.

Yes.

You had to get him out of the way, so he couldn't defend himself,

and leave evidence behind that made him appear the swindler.

That was very clever of you, Charlie.

It was clever of you, as well,

to let people see you handling the g*n that shot him.

All you had to do was follow him into the woods and k*ll him.

Did you k*ll him, Charles?

How did you know?

Because I knew Matty Lovell.

JENNIFER: I'm arresting you, Charles Penwarden,

on a charge of m*rder.

You are not obliged to say anything,

but anything you do say will be taken down in writing,

and may be given in evidence.

You know, Graham was only doing what he thought best.

I used to come here.

I know.

Maggie, her lad's here. What are we going to do?

I'll talk to him.

MAGGIE: Mr Rysinski, I'm so sorry...

I'm sorry I'm late.

I'm really sorry about this, Gina.

Don't be. It's your job.

Well, sometimes... I wish it wasn't.

Why? You're good at it.

- Do you think so? - Yeah.

You were born to be a copper, Phil.

HE CHUCKLES

Not much rebel in me, then.

- Phil! - Whoops.

Why did Lovell let him have all that money?

He was his father's best friend.

- And he felt guilty. - Why?

He survived.

We all feel that.

CAR DOOR OPENS

It was very peaceful.

I'm glad.

- I'm sorry, mate. - Thank you.

Mrs Bolton...

It's okay.

Have you made the report?

I'm afraid there was an accident.

The glasses slipped, and I dropped the tray.

- I'm sorry. - You're not sorry.

That was no accident!

PHIL: We've still got the photograph.

Yes. And I have the negative.

Don't think I won't use... Why's he snooping around?

It's just when I was here...

I saw some things that concerned me.

Don't try to intimidate me. I know collusion when I see it.

And I know corrosion when I see it.

- Isn't this hydrochloric acid? - It might be.

Yes!

I don't think it's good idea

to store it next to an open drum of paraffin! Do you?

It's a temporary thing.

In fact, as far as I can see,

that's about the th breach of regulations,

regarding storage of hazardous substances.

HE SIGHS PEN CLANKS

What do you want from me?

The negative, for one.

And for two, no more complaints about noise abatement

at the Aidensfield Arms.

Do we have a deal?

Can I have your attention, please?

I want a toast to two gallant gentlemen.

To Mr Oscar Blaketon...

Gallant gentleman! Blaketon. Who's the other one? Rasputin?

LAUGHTER

All right, Claude. To Mr Oscar Blaketon,

and to Corporal Alfred Ventress.

ALL: Cheers.

I hear you sorted it with Blain.

Mike and me, yeah.

Mike got him on his combustible substances.

Wasn't that a bit naughty?

Mm. Sometimes you've got to bend the rules.

You are becoming a rebel, aren't you?

D'you know, I think I must be. He accused me of collusion.

Collusion? What's that, then?

I didn't know. I didn't want to ask.

Well, I think it's something like...

this.

So that's collusion.

It's good.

Ventress...

A commando.

TRUMPET PLAYS Who would have believed it?