10x12 - Safe House

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I'll talk with him this evening, we'll do what we can.

- MAN: Thank you. - Goodbye.

Sorry to buzz when you were busy, the gentleman said it was urgent.

That's all right, Gwen. I'm free now. Did you get a name?

Greengrass. Claude Greengrass.

DOOR CLOSES

KNOCKING AT DOOR

- PC Bradley? - Yes.

Detective Chief Superintendent Tatton, Leeds CID.

Come in, sir.

LIGHT MUSIC ON RADIO

Pleasant little place.

Er, yes, sir.

TURNS OFF RADIO

Quiet, I imagine.

So-so, sir. I report to the sergeant at Ashfordly.

- Should I let him know you're here? - No.

I'm sorry, sir, but should I know why you're here?

Top brass don't normally drop in like this.

No, I expect not.

Have you heard of a Jim Duggan?

Well, First Division criminal.

What do you know about him?

Only what I've read. Isn't he about to go to trial?

Starts tomorrow in Leeds.

Only way we've been able to nail him

is by doing a deal with one of his men, Barry Ross.

What sort of deal?

Oh, information in return for money, legal immunity, new identity,

that sort of thing.

We've hidden Ross for six months,

but Duggan's men are making one last effort to find him.

So, that's why you're here?

I want you to hide him till he takes the stand in three days' time.

Hide him... Er, here, sir?

Police house, isn't it?

Has this been cleared by my superiors?

Chief Constable superior enough for you?

Of course, sir.

HE CHUCKLES

I'm pleased to hear it.

Duggan's the biggest crime boss outside London.

He's got the money to buy anyone, and I mean anyone.

So, no one else must know about this, Constable.

Not your sergeant, your mates at the station.

Um, just one complication, sir.

My wife.

Don't worry abut that, lad. I've already spoken to her.

- Hiya. - Is the proprietor in?

No, Mr Scripps had to go out urgently.

I'm just filling in. Can I help you?

Certainly, love.

You can put the kettle on.

DOOR OPENS

- Hello, Mrs Bradley. - Hello, David.

I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

No, Claude asked me to wait for you here.

Right. Where is he?

Come and sit down, David.

- Nothing bad happened, has it? - No, something good.

He got word from his sister in the West Indies

that she's won a lot of money in the government sweepstake.

As her closest relative, she's promised to share it with him.

Flippin' heck! Is he down the pub celebrating?

No, he's on his way to the airport to catch a flight.

What, to the West Indies?

He never said.

The news and the ticket only arrived this morning.

It had been lost in the post.

A nice holiday.

It's more than that, David.

He's gone for the foreseeable future.

How long's that for?

Possibly a long time.

Oh, I see.

And that's why he wants to make provision for you and Alfred.

ALFRED WHINES

- Is it sunny in the West Indies? - Yes.

I hope he's taken his hat.

- Any problems? - No.

Thanks for filling in at such short notice.

No trouble. Did Claude get off okay?

I just made it.

Lucky so-and-so, eh?

Can you imagine it?

White beaches and blue skies.

It sounds lovely, doesn't it?

Oh, there's a gentleman in the back waiting to see you.

- What gentleman? - "Tell him it's Vernon," he said.

Vernon?

BERNIE: Vernon?

For crying out loud, why did you do that?

What are you doing here?

Your nearest kith and kin pays a visit and that's your welcome?

- Well, it's such a... - Pleasant surprise?

..long time.

Not as long for you, Bernie, as for me.

From the look of it, time here has stood flamin' still!

- Hi! - Hi. Good day?

Strange day.

Yeah.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to warn you about Tatton

before he dropped on you. As soon as he left my office,

I got an urgent call to go to Claude Greengrass's.

- Have you heard about him? - Oh, yes!

The bush telegraph's been busy all day.

Look, as for Tatton, I'm not at all sure we should go along with it.

It sounded more like an order than a request, Mike.

For me, possibly, but not for you.

Look, we know nothing about Ross, or the men looking for him.

Well, Tatton says we'd be helping to put a major criminal behind bars.

It's only for two nights. It'll be fine, honestly.

Hi, Bernie.

Hello again. What can I get you?

- The usual for me and a Scotch. - Single or a double?

Make it a double, love. To mark the occasion.

And what occasion's that, then?

The first time me and our kid have seen each other

for years.

Vernon's my brother.

SHE SCOFFS Really?

You don't look much like brothers.

Step-brother.

Oh.

My mother was a small, delicate-boned woman.

And his... wasn't.

So, what brings you back here, then, Vernon?

Well, I've made a bit of brass

and I thought I'd invest a bit back here.

Oh! In what sort of thing?

There's a hotel in Whitby that's caught my eye.

So you're thinking of heading there, are you?

Aye.

I thought it would be rude to pass.

- You watched your back? - Yes, sir.

Barry, PC Bradley.

- All right? - You'll be safe here.

Oh, yeah. That's what you said before I copped this.

There's a spare helmet on the bike.

Keep him indoors.

Don't try to contact me unless it's absolutely necessary.

- And remember, trust nobody. - Right, sir.

See you back here, : a.m., two days' time.

Yes, sir.

He's not answering, Sarge.

Likely he's on his way.

Can we give him any idea as to what you want to speak to him about?

Why not, since the same applies to you two.

Overdue and sloppily presented paperwork.

Ah.

Who's sandwich is that?

What's the filling?

- PHIL: It's cheese and chutney. - Not guilty.

It seems like only five minutes since I last sleuthed out in here.

A few months under Sergeant Craddock and you're back to your old ways.

I want all outstanding reports and files brought up to date.

And while I'm in charge, no more eating in the duty room.

Right, Sarge.

- Anyone else work here? Callers? - No.

Depends. Keep out of sight and it shouldn't be a problem.

Assuming your missus can keep her trap shut.

- She can. - She's one in a million, then!

The injury, did Duggan do it?

It's one of his men.

Tell me, why are you running the risk?

I've done one stretch inside, I'm not doing another.

- So what did you go down for? - Parking on a zebra crossing.

- Where does this door go? - Garden.

- Sarge... - Bradley.

I expected you in my office this morning.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you busy with this gentleman?

Er, no, Sarge, he's just a friend of mine.

He's stopping over on his way up to Newcastle.

Ah.

- John. - Hello.

All right?

I'll go and find my bunk, then.

Just up the stairs, second on the left, John.

Welcoming visitors more important than doing your job?

No, I was actually catching up on some paperwork.

Really? I was going to ask you about that.

Have you got a statement from the man

who witnessed the RTA outside the Aidensfield Arms?

Not yet, Sarge.

It's well over a month since the accident.

I've tried, but he lives in Whitby. He's only available in the evening.

- Then see him in the evening. - Right, Sarge.

I want it on my desk first thing tomorrow morning.

Without fail.

First thing, Sarge.

Alex, Mike Bradley.

Look, I need a favour. Just between you and me.

The criminal record of a Barry Ross.

Yep. Ross, yeah.

And don't let anyone know I've asked. Okay?

Thanks.

Finally got up, have you?

I think better lying on me back.

Shout out if you need any help under there.

Well...

Were you thinking of how to get from here to Whitby?

No.

I was thinking of how to get this setup from here to the th century.

Don't waste your time.

I mean, look at you, mechanic, undertaker,

petrol-pump pumper. And very good you are.

But anyone can see you're not a businessman.

And how is that?

Well, for a start, you've got your hands dirty.

Vernon, I'm happy the way things are, thanks.

Well, I'm not. You haven't forgotten,

I'm a shareholder in this lean-to you call a garage.

% to my %.

A stakeholder, nonetheless. like Dad wanted.

Entitled to a share of the profits.

Profits! I never make a profit.

Well, brother of mine, your luck is about to change.

Have you seen Mrs. Bradley, David?

Yeah, she was waiting at Mr. Greengrass's for me.

You know he's given me the house and business to run while he's away.

So he told me.

I've never lived by meself before, Mr. Scripps.

You've got Alfred for company and your mum's only up the road.

Aye.

Oh, David, this is Vernon.

Vernon's my step-brother.

And David is?

Well, I'm...

The owner of a truck-load of turnips, by the look of it.

That's right. That's me.

Turnips?

I was concreting this farm track, and Mr Greengrass, he said,

"On no account, you come back without being paid."

That farmer hasn't got much money, so in the end I've ended up with...

..turnips.

What are you going to do with them?

I was rather hoping you were gonna tell me that.

The Crown will prove beyond reasonable doubt

that Michael James Duggan was on each occasion

the architect of these crimes and their chief beneficiary.

It will be shown that the accused has been able to effect these crimes

while evading prosecution for a considerable time.

And that he is a highly dangerous

and highly organized criminal.

MUSIC ON RADIO

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Someone been off the regional records office about our man.

Was it you?

- Yes, sir. I'm sorry, I... - I told you not to talk to anybody.

Look, I did it out of concern for my wife.

Grow up, Bradley! You've only got him for two nights.

'He's safe, then?'

Well, of course he's safe.

In his position, he's only a threat to himself.

What did you say that for?

- What? - That you can help him.

And you know nothing about turnips.

In any case, you're leaving today.

Ah. Change of plan.

What? If you think I'm spending another night on that settee...

- Now, are you sure you're okay? - I'll be fine.

Look, If there's a problem of any sort...

There won't be a problem.

- Okay. Bye. - Okay.

So, are you going to join me, then?

- No, thanks. - Oh, come on! While the cat's away.

MOTORBIKE PULLS AWAY

You must do all right for yourself.

All the briefs I've had make a packet.

Of course, Duggan only got the best for us.

It's the least he could do before you do time for him.

Yeah, right.

Do you want a top-up? No, thanks. One's my limit.

So how come you got hitched to a copper, eh?

Smart girl like you must be on twice his money.

Money doesn't come into it.

Yeah, well, he'll never get rich, then, will he?

Not unless he's on the take.

But then he'll never get rich.

I think that's where I went wrong.

Not having a good woman to keep me in check.

- It's never too late. - No?

HE SCOFFS

But sometimes there's no turning back.

No second chance.

I thought this was your second chance.

A new identity, a new life.

It'll still be me, though, won't it?

People can change.

Here, come on... Just a top-up, eh?

Look! No! I've had enough.

And I'd say you have, too.

Alex, it's Mike. I know I put you on the spot,

but that's why I'm calling you at home.

Alex, I need to know what Ross went down for.

Yes, yes, it is that important.

What kind of v*olence?

Did she survive?

Yeah, yeah, I'm still here. Erm, yeah, look...

Thanks very much.

It's a funny feeling, coppers showing me respect.

If the grass wants something you make sure he gets it.

"Some pleasant female company, Barry?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Certainly."

The condemned man's last wish.

I've got a busy day tomorrow. If you'll excuse me.

- I wasn't to be left alone. - Look, I'm very tired.

Sit down...

..and have a nightcap.

I'm going to bed.

I wasn't to be left alone.

- It was a condition - Not for me, it wasn't!

Mike will be home shortly. HE LAUGHS

Shortly? No, I don't think so.

Make yourself some coffee and sober up.

Or what?

I'll be arrested?

Eh? Put in the clink.

No. I don't think so, do you?

See, thing is, they've got to keep me sweet.

Sweet as you.

HE GROANS

You shouldn't have done that.

MICHAEL: Jackie.

Jackie!

What's happened?

He fell.

He tripped on the stairs.

- Tripped? - Too much whisky.

Oh, wonderful!

Thanks for the sympathy. Is it gonna be all right?

We have to get him proper medical attention.

- How? He can't leave the house. - We'll have to get a doctor here.

A doctor's bound to ask questions. I'll speak to Tatton.

- This can't wait for Tatton! - Anyone interested in what I think?

No, they're not.

There's a young woman doctor at Ashfordly hospital.

I've been dealing with her on a serious injury claim.

I think she could be trusted.

Doctor Summerbee?

- Yes. - Constable Bradley.

I think you know my wife Jackie Bradley, the solicitor.

Oh, yeah. Hello.

Hi. Do you have a moment?

I'm just off night shift and my bed's calling.

So, a moment's fine. Any longer, I'll be asleep.

What is it?

Well, I've got an injured man. He needs a doctor desperately,

but in the strictest confidence.

- Where is he? - I can take you to him.

- Why can't you bring him in? - I can't do that.

This all sounds very strange, there's a good reason, believe me.

Look, I really have had a very long night

and there are other excellent doctors here.

Doctor, please, we need you urgently.

This is your place, eh?

Well, for the foreseeable future.

I expect you'll want to tidy things up a bit.

I hadn't thought, no.

Fresh lick of paint.

I don't want Mr. Greengrass to come back and not know where he is.

Most of this stuff, I think, could go on a bonfire.

They're antiques, these.

- Who says? - Well, Mr. Greengrass.

"Those aren't antiques, they soon will be," that's what he says.

He's an expert, then, is he?

Oh, yeah.

What's upstairs?

No, I should've asked Tatton.

Mike, you had no choice.

So, what really happened on the stairs, eh?

Look, he fell. He had too much to drink, I've already said.

Well, I'm not going to leave you alone with him again.

Good.

We've no business doing deals with a man like that.

He should be in prison, with the rest of them.

It's not your decision.

I know, but it just doesn't feel right.

I know.

How is he?

Not very good. The wound's become infected,

so I've had to give him an injection.

Thank you.

Perhaps you'll tell me now why he can't go to hospital?

No, I can't.

- He sustained a g*nsh*t wound. - A couple of days ago.

- Why didn't you tell me? - You might not have come.

- You're right I wouldn't! - I understand you're angry,

but we're depending on you to keep this visit a secret.

- Then give, Constable. - I can't.

Look, please, doctor, trust us for one more day.

And then we'll be able to tell you everything.

He'll need another injection and a change of dressing.

I'll come early tomorrow.

And on how many occasions did you see Mr Duggan over this period?

WOMAN: Oh, half a dozen times, I'd say.

LAWYER: Six times.

And did he use his own name?

No, he called himself Phillips.

What do you mean he fell?

He was drunk.

Well, I don't know. He must have had it with him.

You're a walking disaster area, Bradley.

How safe is this doctor?

She'll stay quiet until the job's done.

You sound convinced. I wish I were.

DAVID: Are you going to tell me where we're going?

VERNON: We're here.

- It's a pig farm. - Correct.

And what do pigs eat?

- Anything. - Exactly.

ALFRED: You're pushing it.

What's up? Trouble at home?

What? No, no, no. Everything's fine.

It's none of my business, but it doesn't look like it.

You're right, Alf, it's none of your business.

Bradley! Better late than never. In my office, please.

I asked for your witness statement first thing.

- I didn't get it. - Why not?

- Bike trouble. I had to turn back. - Shut the door.

You're beginning to bother me, Bradley.

Sarge?

You're your own man out in Aidensfield,

but it seems to me that you're abusing the privilege.

I didn't it's sensible to run the risk of getting stranded.

Especially as you might've had other plans.

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

- Your friend's still staying? - Yes.

You must've had plans before I put my oar in yesterday.

- Not particularly. - I find that hard to believe.

In fact, I'm finding you increasingly hard to believe.

I'm sorry, Sarge...

You failed to turn up for parade yesterday,

without explanation, and again today.

Sarge.

Not even an excuse?

Very well.

I'm making this a formal disciplinary matter.

Shut the door on your way out.

PHONE RINGS BELOW

This morning I was tired and confused,

but now I've had a chance to think, I feel even more compromised.

We took advantage of you. I'm very sorry.

It's a rule of my profession that a g*nsh*t wound has to be reported.

- Yes, I'm aware of that. - My career could finish right here.

Suppose your husband was responsible for that wound, or a friend of his.

You'd be accused of aiding and abetting.

Exactly.

Can you give me one good reason to trust you?

No.

I can only ask that you give Mike the hours that he needs.

Why me? Can you tell me that?

I judged you were the sort of person I could depend on in a crisis.

And your GP isn't?

We haven't got one in Aidensfield. If it would help,

you could swear an affidavit detailing the circumstances.

That would carry some weight if you were ever called to account.

- What's up? - I'm off.

- Why, what's happened? Who? - They were here.

Two blokes. I think one of them saw me.

- Jehovah's Witnesses. - What?

Jehovah's Witnesses. I saw them in the village.

- I won't leave you again. - No. Too late.

- Let me talk to Tatton. - Forget it! They're on to me.

Who says they're on to you? Have you been using the phone?

SCOFFS Yeah. Yeah, I been using the phone.

You just don't get it, do you?

They're torturing people to get to me.

Nobody's gonna get to you, all right?

Well, I'm not staying here on your say-so.

Hey...

CLATTERING

Bradley?

Sarge! I was just, erm...

- Is there a problem? - I think so.

But I was hoping you might tell me what it is.

- The problem? - With you, Bradley.

Well, Sarge, there really isn't anything to say.

Look, it's not too late to tear up my official complaint

in return for a little openness.

Your friend, gone now?

Yes, Sarge.

Forgive me, but he didn't seem your sort.

I know... I knew him way back when.

CLATTERING ABOVE Who else is in the house?

No one.

Oh, there's someone upstairs.

No.

Why are you lying to me?

Did you want pigs?

Not really.

What are you going to do with them?

I don't know.

What are you doing, Vernon? David needs cash, not livestock.

Best deal possible, our kid.

He's better off with two pigs than a truck load of turnips.

I don't see how. Turnips don't need feeding.

Turn them out when you get home, David.

They'll forage for themselves.

And then, tomorrow, we'll see about getting your cash.

Tomorrow?

You said you'd made yourself a stack of money.

So I have.

It's just going to take a day or two to, sort of, liberate it.

Oh?

Very hard getting currency over the Iron Curtain, you know.

- I wouldn't know. - Yes, well...

Take it from one well versed in the ways of international trade.

So, where exactly is your cash?

Lithuania.

Where is he?

Upstairs, I've cuffed him to the bed.

If he isn't giving evidence, I assumed he'll be facing charges.

I'm Sergeant Nokes, sir.

I gather you played a key part in the fiasco.

Just trying to do my job, sir.

Is it usual to commandeer an officer without informing his superior?

There's nothing usual about this, Sergeant.

If If I've been followed, Bradley,

I'll have your backside for a plate rack.

Bradley!

Get those cuffs off him.

Sir.

You took your time, didn't you?

I had to be careful.

It's you who's lost your bottle, Barry.

Wised up, you mean.

You wait for me downstairs, lad.

Sir.

What do you mean "wised up"?

For the first time in his life, Duggan's sweating, isn't he?

I can bang him up or save him.

What, and go down yourself?

Well, yeah. For five, seven years?

And then a big wedge of cash to come out to.

CHUCKLES You think.

Yeah, I think.

Ah, you can save Duggan, Barry,

but you can't save yourself.

They'll take your offer and squash you like a cockroach.

I doubt you'd ever come out of jail.

No. You'd say anything to get me into that witness box.

You're a grass, Barry.

You're finished here.

So you pull yourself together and see sense.

Right, his head's straight again. Nine o'clock tomorrow.

Right, sir.

No more slip-ups.

So, did Sergeant Nokes apologize?

Grudgingly.

- But still, you're off the hook. - Oh, for the time being.

Come on. You deserve a commendation for this.

Thanks.

But I'd be just as happy to get him off the premises.

It's been a long two days.

Never mind. It'll all be over by tomorrow.

Have you given up the hunt?

Trust Duggan to take it to the wire.

Better?

More like.

Where is he?

Police house, Aidensfield.

Any idea where you'll end up?

As far as the money will take me.

What will you do?

- Do? - For a living.

I'll make it.

JACKIE: The doctor's here.

- Shouldn't you be gone by now? - I'm working here this morning.

- Right, see you later. - Take care.

Yeah.

- Okay? - Yeah.

Time to go.

Thanks again.

- He seemed nervous. - Who?

The wounded man.

It's his big day. I'll tell you later.

It's a nice quiet spot you've got here.

Aidensfield, yes, most of the time.

I wouldn't mind having a look round.

I'm not due in the office until later.

I'll give you the guided tour if you like.

No problems overnight, then?

No. Ike and Tina seem quite happy in the barn.

Ike and Tina?

Yeah.

This one's Ike and that...

No, hang on a minute.

Never mind, son. They'll both taste the same.

I told you not to get too attached to them.

HE GROANS

Ross! Look out!

Go! Go!

What happened?

There was a fire at a neighbour's house.

He tried to save the boy he thought was trapped inside.

That's terrible.

The village hasn't had a doctor since.

Is his place still to let?

Yes, I think so. Why? Are you interested?

Who knows? I hear GPs sometimes get to sleep at nights.

Well, you'd be welcomed with open arms.

The people have to see GPs out of the area.

What about those on outlying farms?

They use the vet for everything except amputations.

- Thanks for showing me round. - It's my pleasure.

So, what was that, then? Who knew?

As far as I know,

only Tatton and me. - Who sold me out?

Get in. You're not going anywhere.

Bernie, I need your help.

There are two men after us and they're armed.

Hide this man whilst I call for reinforcements.

Oh, great, the cavalry! The Keystone flaming Cops!

- Will you do that for me? Thanks. - Yes.

TELEPHONE RINGING Ashfordly Poli...

She's here. It's Bradley.

- He's in a lather. - Bradley.

- We were ambushed. - 'Where are you?'

Bernie Scripps' garage.

Two men in a maroon Cortina, they're armed.

Where are they likely to go looking for you?

I've no idea...

Jackie...

Bradley? Hello?

Hello?

Sorted.

Were they interested?

More than interested.

I've done you a right good deal.

How do you mean?

You like sausages, don't you?

Where is she?

Jackie!

Jackie!

- Where is she? - Out. Helping us look for Ross.

She has no idea where he is, and you know that.

Why don't you tell me? We can be on our way.

Can Duggan pay you enough to risk a charge of kidnap?

- She volunteered. - Yeah, sure.

Ask her. When you see her.

And when's that going to be?

Depends on you, Constable.

Fair exchange, surely?

What's a piece of scum like Barry Ross to you compared to her?

- I wouldn't have to think twice. - You harm her and I'll k*ll you.

Fine!

So let's be sensible, then we're both happy.

I'm warning you...

No, I'm warning you.

He's at the garage.

Which one?

There is only one. I'll take you there.

No, thanks. I'm sure your wife can show us the way.

Oh, just in case...

Bike keys.

Don't do anything stupid.

Well? What have you got to say?

Nothing.

Why not?

Because Mr. Greengrass has told me never to swear in front of a dog.

Didn't he teach you owt about business?

Business?

All we've done is we've turned

a heap of turnips into a load of sausages.

You're missing the point, lad.

It's the food chain.

And what do you find at the end of the chain?

A plug?

You know, your Mr. Greengrass has got an awful lot to answer for.

Where's the boss?

At this moment, that's me.

- Is that right? - Can I help you?

We're looking for a friend. We were told he was here.

Sorry, can't help you.

You! Where is he?

JENNIFER: There's nobody here.

Mind if I check?

Yes.

I don't like to be silly. We just want to talk to him.

Don't make trouble for yourself, or her.

Drive!

Get out.

Get after him.

Are you all right?

I'm fine. They went after the hearse.

- What? - They think Ross is inside.

I need a car. Come on.

- Are you all right? - I'll be fine.

- I won't be a minute. - Okay.

Faster.

They're still with us.

I'm running out of petrol.

What?

At this speed it only does ten miles to the gallon.

For heavens' sake!

We're in the middle of nowhere.

They're slowing.

Sorry!

No heroics, please.

Whoops!

He must still be at the garage. Come on.

- Close call. - Tell me later.

Count on it.

..that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Hello, Mr. Scripps, David. What can I get you?

- Well, that depends, love. - On what?

On whether we're celebrating.

Did you get a chance to pop a sausage into one of your grill?

- Yep, I did. - And?

Was I right? Or was I right?

Not bad. Not bad at all.

You see? So, how many do you want?

Well, at the right price, I'll take the lot.

The lot?

Well, bangers and mashes are the ramblers favourite.

I can stick 'em in the chest freezer and use 'em as and when.

What is a business brain like yours doing in such a pretty head?

Working out the right price.

Do... great minds think alike?

Mmm.

We're disappointing a bunch of customers

so you can have the lot, you know?

- Aren't we? - Oh, yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Go on, then.

What's this?

Ten shillings. The rest is staying in the till.

Why?

I was wondering how Claude was going to pay his slate off.

Yeah, but...

What am I going to do now?

Get a round in.

How am I going to make ends meet?

I've got a house to upkeep, I've got a dog to feed.

Seems to me, David, what you need is a lodger.

Where am I going to find a lodger?

I think you might find there's one not a million miles away.

When you're ready, love.