12x11 - Sins Of The Father

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

SIGHS

Thanks very much.

- So, how has he been at work? - Like a zombie.

Just going through the motions, you know?

We've asked him for a drink half a dozen times,

but...he doesn't want to know.

- Poor lad. - Hello.

BOTH: Mike.

- All right? - Yeah, erm...

Get him a pint,

will you, please, Gina, love?

Right.

I'll have a whisky chaser with it, if that's all right, Gina?

So, er...you decided to come out after all, then, eh?

Well, it was either that or Come Dancing.

Excuse me, but does a Vernon Scripps come in here?

He's just there in the corner, love.

Oh, cheers.

Now, if it was me, I'd play my double nine.

Maggie Byrne.

Of all the gin joints in all the world...

- How are you, lovey? - I'm great.

David, meet an old friend of mine, Maggie Byrne.

Hello.

- Hiya. - What will you have to drink?

Ooh. I suppose I could force down a screwdriver.

That's a vodka and orange, David.

Oh. I'll go and, er...

VERNON: Sit down. Great to see you.

Gina?

Can I have a screwdriver?

Oh, no. No, it's, er... It's a vodka and orange.

Oh. Right, David.

What's the secret of his success? His baby blue eyes?

Sorry?

I've been waiting here so long, I'm starting to take root.

Oh, and what was it you wanted?

How about a pint of bitter?

And how old are you? You don't look a day over to me.

Right, so where do you keep it? Your guide dog?

I tell you what. There's a snack bar down the road.

They do a nice lemonade.

I want a pint of bitter.

- Look. What's your problem, mate? - I haven't got a problem.

Except for her eyesight.

Anyway, what's it got to do with you?

Listen. Why don't you save us all the trouble and leave now.

- And if I don't? - Someone will have to take you.

GINA: 'Ey! Come here. Come here!

No!

Now, take my advice here. Stay out of Aidensfield.

Hey! Back. Come back.

There was I thinking I'd found a nice, quiet practice.

- Practice? - Yes.

I'm the new locum. Well, for the next few weeks.

Dr James Alway.

Oh. Oh, I see.

So, how's that big, ugly husband of yours, then?

Rotting in hell, I hope.

- Oh. Like that, is it? - That'd be putting it mildly.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Maggie.

What brings you to this neck of the woods?

Oh. I was passing through,

then suddenly remembered somebody telling me

that you lived up here these days.

So, er...here I am.

So, er... where are you staying?

Erm, well, I suppose they do rooms here, don't they?

They do, but if it's just a bed for the night you want,

then why don't you bunk up at our place?

It's not exactly Claridge's, but the spare room is clean.

Isn't it, David?

Well, it's, er...

I'll...just...

Oh. Right you are, then.

Thanks very much.

Believe me, Maggie, the pleasure's all ours.

So, what's this Bobby Gray been up to, then?

Drinking under age and as*ault. And that's just for starters.

Who's a naughty boy, then?

I was hardly drinking, seeing as they wouldn't serve me.

And how was I to know he was a copper?

Whether you knew he was a copper or not is neither here nor there.

It's still constitutes as*ault. I want to speak to my solicitor.

Oh, aye? Local, is he?

His chambers are in the Inns of Court.

Well, you can try.

But I doubt you'll get through to him,

he'll be on his third glass of bubbly by now.

So, if you'd like to come this way, sir,

we'll try and get you someone in the morning.

Hey. Are you all right?

Only, for a while there I thought...

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry about that, Phil.

♪ It seems unfair to leave you

♪ And sell myself the way I do

♪ But when my wanderin' is over

♪ I'll pay you back with interest...

Morning!

♪ I'll pay you back with interest

♪ Most of my life I've been moving

♪ And when I tire I'll come home to you... ♪

I'd say you're in for a result this morning, Mike.

- See who that is? - Who?

Only Charles Robertson, chairman of the bench

and fully paid up member of the hang 'em and flog 'em brigade.

Not planning any foreign holidays in the near future, are you, bubby?

Come on.

- Is she still asleep, then? - Looks like it.

Do you know, David, half the fellas in Liverpool would have k*lled

for Maggie in their heyday.

And that's one of the great mysteries of life.

What?

That she could prefer Tex Byrne to the rest of us.

Just cos he's ft tall with the profile of Rock Hudson.

And that mystifies me.

What could have gone wrong since? They were mad about each other.

And that concludes the case for the prosecution, your worship.

Thank you, Sergeant. Before you step down,

Constable...

You tell us the accused struck you, splitting your lip.

- Yes, your worship. - Why would he do that?

Presumably, because he objected to being removed from the premises.

Your manner towards him could have been construed as provocative, then.

I simply wanted to get him out of there

as quickly as possible.

Only, he claims

that he didn't even know you were an off-duty policeman.

But then, he wouldn't, would he?

If you failed to produce your warrant card.

I suppose not, sir. No.

Should you identify yourself during an arrest,

especially out of uniform?

Yes, sir.

Then why didn't you?

I really don't know, sir.

I suppose under the circumstances,

I didn't really think it was that important.

Thank you, Constable. That'll be all.

BELL CHIMES

So? What did he get?

- Bound over. - Bound over?

Yeah. Beyond belief, really.

Mornin', all.

CHUCKLES

Would it help to talk about it?

What's to talk about?

I just decided I'd had enough, that's all.

- Of what? - Everything.

Apart from the fact that he was boozing for England,

there was the other small matter.

Of his lady friends.

Lady friends?

Oh, yeah.

I mean, you've heard about how sailors have a girl

in every port?

Well, Tex had one in every pub.

I see.

So, in the end I just...

packed my bag and left.

Well, what brought you up here, then?

I have this cousin runs a pub in Whitley Bay

who said there'd always be a job there if ever I wanted one.

Only trouble is, when I got there, I found out she'd moved.

To Australia, would you believe?

So, what are you planning to do now?

Head back to the 'pool, I suppose.

Once things have quietened down a bit.

You see, despite everything,

he's still bound to be looking for me.

Look. Feel free to hang about here for a bit.

If it helps.

There's just this one small problem.

Oh?

Having left in such a hurry, I am what you might call...

..a bit short of readies just at present.

Oh, come on. Maggie!

You don't think we'd charge you for board and lodgings, do you?

Wouldn't you mind?

Really? Me, um...

..staying on for a few days?

You stop as long as you like.

- What are you doing here? - Thanking you for letting me off.

It was always driven into me, to say thanks.

Nobody let you off anything.

As far as I'm concerned, the decision we arrived at today

was the correct one.

So, no thanks necessary.

If you say so.

Well, if there's nothing else, I, er...

..I am rather busy.

That's what I like to be.

Busy.

Couldn't use another pair of hands around here, could you?

'Fraid not.

In fact, to be blunt,

I never want to see you around here again. Is that clear?

Here's £.

What I suggest you do with it is you invest it

in a train ticket back to London.

So, that's all you've got to offer, then.

miserable quid?

Now, look, boy.

What happened, happened. It wasn't meant to, but it did.

As far as I'm concerned, it's all ancient history now.

Who was that, Dad?

Nobody who matters. Any word from Antwerp?

Hans said they're arriving by train from London tomorrow night.

I said I'd pick them up from the station.

And the diamonds?

Ours for the asking. If the price is right.

Excellent!

KNOCKING

Come in.

You wanted a word, sarge?

- Yes, Mike. I did. - If it's about this morning...

Forget about this morning.

No, Mike.

I was wondering whether you might like to take a couple of weeks off.

Get away from Aidensfield for a while.

I appreciate it, but I'd rather keep busy.

As you wish.

But be careful, all right?

Everything by the book.

Yes, sarge.

And thanks.

MUSIC: 'Dedicated Follower Of Fashion' by The Kinks

♪ They seek him here

♪ They seek him there

♪ His clothes are loud

♪ But never square

♪ It will make or break him

♪ So he's got to buy the best

♪ 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion

♪ And when he does

♪ His little rounds

♪ Round the boutiques

♪ Of London town

♪ Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends

♪ 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion

♪ Oh, yes, he is ♪ Oh, yes, he is

♪ Oh, yes, he is ♪ Oh, yes, he is

♪ He thinks he is a flower to be looked at

♪ And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight

♪ He feels a dedicated follower of fashion

♪ Oh, yes, he is ♪ Oh, yes, he is... ♪

Come on!

♪ One thing that he loves and that is

♪ Flattery

♪ One week he's in polka dots

♪ The next week he's in stripes

♪ 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion

♪ They seek him here

♪ They seek him there

♪ In Regent Street... ♪

Who's there?

Get over there!

GRUNTS AND GROANS

Aaagh!

♪ He's a dedicated follower of fashion ♪

- Can I help? - Ah. You must be Jenny.

That's right.

- Dr Alway. - Oh.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm sorry, I was told you weren't coming until tomorrow.

No, I'm not, but I had my case in the boot,

and as I was passing, I thought I'd drop it off now.

Right. Well, in that case, you'd better come through.

Ah.

I'm dreadfully sorry.

How crass of me.

This must be very...

well, difficult for you.

You and Dr Summerbee must have been close.

Yes.

She was a good friend. It's been a dreadful shock.

I'm sure.

MAN: Hello?

VERNON: Very nice.

MAGGIE: So. How much do you think I'll get for it?

A few hundred quid, at least.

You don't want to be selling your engagement ring, Maggie.

Oh, Vernon.

It's amazing how unsentimental you get about these things

when the bloke who gave it to you

has used you as a punchbag a few times.

Anyway, I need the money.

I don't suppose you'd be interested in buying it, would you?

Well, normally, very interested.

It's just that, er...

well, we've got a slight, er... liquidity problem at the moment.

However, I do know someone

who'd be more than happy to take it off your hands.

Oh.

That'd be terrific, Vernon.

Only trouble is, I, erm... I know nothing

about buying and selling myself, you see, so, er...

somebody could take me to the cleaners, and er...

I wouldn't even realise.

No problem, Maggie. I'll sell the ring for you.

In fact, I know just the fella. Sam Smithers.

Runs a little jewellery shop in Ashfordly.

He's into second hand stuff.

Oh. That'd be great, Vernon.

Well, what are friends for,

if they're not there in your hour of need?

Thanks very much, Vernon.

I'll go and get the box.

Mr Vernon?

This...Sammy Smithers.

Is he the one that people call... Slippery Sammy Smithers?

I have heard him referred to by that name.

However, it's usually from people who are jealous of his...

..commercial acumen.

Oh, right.

Hmm...

Well, that is nasty. What happened?

Oh, I just had a bit of an accident, that's all.

Well, it needs a stitch and I haven't even unpacked yet.

You'd better take yourself up to the hospital

because you might need a tetanus jab.

I'll just give casualty a ring.

So, did he get a look at the intruder?

MIKE: Not a good one,

but he got the impression he was youngish with fair hair.

Well, whoever he is,

he's going to be in need of urgent medical attention

on that ear, you'd better try the hospital.

Will do. Oh, er...

I noticed that Bobby Gray was wearing an earring.

Do you think it could be him causing trouble again, do you?

It wouldn't surprise me. And I'm sure

I don't have to remind you... - Yes. Everything by the book.

Good. And if it is Bobby Gray,

don't forget to show him your warrant card.

♪ Yeah, I'm a wild one... ♪

Hello, again.

♪ Gonna keep 'em movin' wild

♪ Gotta keep ashakin' baby

♪ I'm a real wild child ♪

Do yourself a favour, son, and stop wasting our time.

It'll do your case no harm at all

if we can tell the court you are fully co-operative

and made a full confession.

But I'm telling you, it wasn't me.

You have a torn earlobe and an earring was torn

from the intruder in a struggle.

Where were you this afternoon?

For the record, I do have an alibi. I was with someone.

Who?

If you must know, Mr Charles Robertson, JP.

Up at his place.

So...

how much do you think we could be talking about here, Dad?

Well, diamonds of this quality,

quarter of a million, I should think.

PHONE RINGS

Yes.

Who wants him?

Well, can I tell him what it's about?

Ye... Hold the line, will you?

The police would like a word.

Concerning?

Somebody called Bobby Gray.

Hello?

Yes, Constable.

We're investigating a break-in that took place this afternoon.

And we have a boy in custody called Bobby Gray,

who claims that he was with you up at the house,

at the time of the incident. Now...

And, er...what time was this, sir?

I see.

Right. Erm... thank you very much for your help.

Good night, sir.

Robertson confirms that Gray was with him for the entire afternoon.

Dad?

Why won't you tell me what's going on?

It's a long story, Harry.

Yeah, well, I am a big boy now

and we have got the rest of the night.

So, for starters,

who's this Bobby Gray?

Someone I didn't even know existed.

And frankly, I wish he didn't.

Dad. You can't do this!

You've got to tell me what's wrong.

All right. Are you sure you're ready for this?

Bobby Gray...

is my son.

We still don't have enough to hold him.

Not with someone of Mr Robertson's standing backing up his story.

So we'll have to let him go. But, Bellamy...

get onto London and find out what they have on him.

I can't believe a kid like that doesn't have some kind of form.

You have a sniff around Robertson, would you?

What with this and the stories circulating among Ventress's pals,

could be he's trying to protect the lad.

And I want to know why.

- See you later, then, Maggie. - All right, Vernon. Thanks, again.

Any time, love. You know that.

Ta-ra, lovey.

♪ Your low-cut slacks and your long black hair

♪ I want you going, I want no one else

♪ 'Cause when I'm with you

♪ I can't control myself

♪ Defence is down and you got me shakin'

♪ Ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba, ba, ba... ♪

Gus?

Hello, gorgeous.

Mr Robertson, please.

I'm afraid Mr Robertson's away today.

Well, do you know when he'll be back?

I'm afraid I don't. No.

MUSIC: 'Roadrunner' by The ANIMALS

♪ Aah, oh-oh

♪ I'm a roadrunner, baby

♪ Can't keep up with me

♪ Oh-oh

♪ I'm a roadrunner baby

♪ Can't keep up with me

♪ Yeah

♪ Come on, let's have a race

♪ Baby, baby, you will see... ♪

Alf?

What else do you know about Charles Robertson?

Well, it's common knowledge he could buy out anyone round here,

including Lord Ashfordly.

- Where's his money from? - He brought it with him, I think.

When he came up here from London, back in the, er...

late 's, early 's.

He made it out of, er...property, apparently.

Along with Rachman and a few of the others.

Yeah, whatever.

Anyway, there's never been any whiff of it around here.

So, why would somebody like that risk everything to provide an alibi

that scarcely holds water for a kid like Bobby Gray?

Is there a Mrs Robertson?

Oh, he was a right lady-k*ller in his day, famous for it.

But there must have been a Mrs Robertson,

cos he's got a son called Harry.

PHONE RINGS Ashfordly police.

Er, right. Where?

Ta.

There's been an accident up on the Beverley Road,

a hit and run, by the sound of it.

♪ FREDDIE AND THE DREAMERS: Money

♪ The best things in life are free

♪ But you can give it to the birds and bees

♪ I need money ♪ That's

♪ What I want

♪ Give me money ♪ That's what I want

♪ I want more, more money

♪ That's what I want ♪

Now, then, Sammy. How's business?

Terrible. In fact, I wouldn't even bother to open up at all,

if it didn't get me away from the wife.

So you won't be going to your villa on the Costa del Sol then?

I should cocoa.

I'll be lucky to afford a week in a boarding house in Blackpool.

Well, you can tell me how much this is worth, for starters.

Not hot, is it?

Sammy, would I sell you stolen goods?

Only, there's a bit of a purge on at present.

Some of the lads have already had, er...

little visits from 'our friends in the force.'

How much were you looking for?

Well, it's got to be worth £ of anybody's money.

You always were one of life's optimist, weren't you, Vernon.

Why? What do you think?

DRAWS IN BREATH tops, I'd say.

£? You must be joking.

Two things in life I never joke about, Vernon.

Profit and loss.

Besides, there's not all that much demand any more

for diamond engagement rings.

I blame television, myself.

All these mucky plays they keep putting on

about people living over the brush.

Look, make it . I might be tempted.

, and that's my best offer.

- . - Three.

Done. And if anybody has been, I have.

Vernon.

Would I rob you, my old butty?

Sammy, you would rob your own mother,

if she had anything worth nicking.

- How is he? - A coma, apparently.

But he's just about hanging on.

Meanwhile, we've had a bit of background on him

in from London.

And he's certainly got form.

- What sort of form? - Nothing major.

Shoplifting, petty theft, that sort of thing.

His dad, though, George Gray, died

in the Scrubs a month ago, doing ten for armed robbery.

He got a right royal send-off by the East End,

according to the papers.

Even the Krays put in an appearance.

MERTON: Thank you, Bellamy.

Not sure how that helps explain a hit and run on a Yorkshire road.

For what it's worth, the road the kid was run down on

leads directly across the moor from Robertson's place

to Ashfordly.

Now, that's more like it.

Time you had another word with Robertson, Mike.

- Tex Byrne. - You all right, Vern?

Door was open, was it?

Well, put it this way.

It is now.

David. Meet a very good friend of mine, Tex Byrne.

Oh. Hello.

So, where is she?

Who might that be?

Well, Diana Dors, of course... Who else?

Maggie?

What makes you think she might be here?

Well, it could just possibly have something to do with the fact

that her case is on one of the beds upstairs.

Ah. Well...

Yes.

So, how can I help you, Constable?

There was a road accident a couple of miles away from here today.

Hit and run.

- Really? Serious, was it? - Very, actually, sir.

In fact, it's still touch and go whether the lad'll survive or not.

- The lad? - A boy called Bobby Gray.

Oh, that's terrible.

He was round here only this morning.

About the job.

- The job? - I told you on the phone.

He was round here yesterday asking whether there was any work going.

- What time yesterday? - I told you that, as well.

I can't remember the exact time.

He was with me pretty well most of the afternoon.

Yes. Why would he come to you, of all people, sir?

I imagine because I was prepared to accept his version of events

rather than yours in court.

And was there a job going?

Er...well, certainly not here. No.

But I told him I'd ask around.

Which is why he came back today, I suppose.

Of course, when he...called, I wasn't in, you see.

I see.

Were there...witnesses to this accident?

No-one's come forward yet, sir, no.

But then, it was a pretty lonely stretch of road.

Anyway, thank you very much for your time, Mr Robertson.

Not at all.

I take it I'm right in thinking you don't know the family yourself.

The boy's family, that is.

Well, hardly, Constable. After all, if I had,

I wouldn't have been able to sit on his case yesterday.

Of course not, sir.

Thank you.

♪ Betty came by on her way...

Mike?

♪ Said she had a word to say

♪ About things today

♪ And fallen leaves

♪ Going to see the river man

♪ Going to tell him all I can... ♪

Can I help you, constable?

Oh, er...I was just admiring the car.

The garage door was open and I couldn't help noticing it.

Look, Tex.

Surely there's some way to get you two unhappy people

back together again.

Vernon, if I'd wanted us together, I'd never have kicked her out

in the first place.

You kicked her out?

Well, one of us had to go.

It was getting a bit crowded in there,

what with her, me and all her boyfriends.

The latest one's called Gus, by the way.

He wasn't with her, was he?

There's no-one with her.

He's a hairdresser.

Can you imagine, though? Her preferring a hairdresser to me?

No. No, not easily.

So, if you kicked her out, what are you doing looking for her?

Cos it's not her I'm looking for, is it?

It's a certain item of my property she took with her. Diamond ring.

This ring being her engagement ring, right?

Do me a favour, Vernon.

Do you think I'd spend that kind of money on a floozy like Maggie?

No, this ring was part of the haul from the last job we pulled.

Job?

On this bookie's place out in Cheshire,

while he was on holiday in the Bahamas.

Unfortunately, his wife took most of her baubles with her.

But the ring alone made the job worthwhile.

So, this ring would be what's known in the criminal fraternity as er...

being hot, would it?

Red hot.

Which is why we've been sitting on it to let it cool down a bit.

I need to get it back off her before she does something stupid,

like try and flog it.

If the fuzz get hold of it, we'll all end up inside.

PHONE RINGS

INSERT MONEY PIPS FROM PHONE BOX

COINS DROP

VERNON: 'Hello?' MAGGIE: Hi, Vern.

- 'It's me.' - Oh, hello.

So, erm...how have you gone on, then?

'Well, there's been a slight hold-up.'

But I'm sure it won't be long before it's all done and dusted.

So, just, er...

leave it with me, eh?

One of our best customers.

Enquiring how her husband's coffin's coming on.

What was he doing in there?

Checking out the nearside bumper, I'd say.

Did you have to run the lad down?

He could've endangered the entire diamond operation.

Don't talk rubbish.

He knew nothing about the operation.

Don't tell me you're jealous.

This is about protecting your inheritance, isn't it?

That's not the point, Dad.

He needed to be dealt with. He was...

..attracting police attention.

Well, then, it's a pity you didn't make a better job of it.

- What do you mean? - He's alive.

And according to the hospital when I rang them just now,

expected to recover.

MUSIC: 'Applejack' by Jet Harris & Tony Meehan

What are we gonna do, Mr Vernon?

No sweat, David.

No sweat?!

You heard what he said, it's stolen.

What's he gonna do to us

when he finds out we've gone and sold it?

Look, we've still got the money we got for the ring, right?

- Right. - Right.

So all we've got to do is slide down to Slippery Sam's,

tell him all bets are off,

get the ring back, give it to Maggie,

and let them sort it out!

Oh, right!

Bellamy? How did it go at the Robertson house?

Nothing new, really, sarge.

Mike managed to get a look at the Roller

while we were over there.

- And? - Clean as a whistle.

- What about the other car? - What other car?

Harry Robertson, his son, drives an E-Type.

A red one, a right passion wagon.

Harry Robertson was up there. I spoke to him.

There was no sign of any E-Type inside or outside the garages.

That does surprise me. Him and that car are inseparable.

Right. Check every garage in the area.

Find out if any of them

have a red E-Type in at the moment with damaged front bodywork.

PHIL: Right, sarge.

TRAIN WHISTLE

Bingo, sarge.

Allison Motors has had a red E-Type in only this afternoon

with a damaged front bumper.

- And the owner of this car? - Guess who?

So, where's the vehicle at the moment?

Back home, I expect.

The damage was only superficial

and Harry Robertson picked it up this afternoon.

Oh. Told the garage, by the way, sarge, that he'd hit a sheep.

Good work. PHONE RINGS

Merton.

So, can we talk to him?

Thank you, Sister. I'll get someone over right away.

That was the hospital.

Seems the sheep he hit has just recovered consciousness.

We can have five minutes with him. Better tell Mike to get over there.

Right, sarge.

MUSIC: 'Guitar Tango' by The Shadows

Sammy, bad news, I'm afraid.

The party I'm representing over that ring

has had a change of heart

and she's decided to keep it after all.

So, you want to buy it back, right?

Well, you could put it that way, I suppose.

If you check that, I think you'll find that's £.

Only, it's going to cost you a little bit more than that.

- Pardon? - You said yourself,

it was worth over .

I've just let you have it for three.

Quite so, Vernon.

Quite so.

And if my memory serves me right,

that figure was perfectly acceptable

to both parties at...the...time.

But...what people are prepared to take for something

often has nothing to do with its true value.

And after all,

business is business, as you know.

All right. Where is it?

Who are you?

I, squire, am the owner of the ring

I reckon these two are trying to flog you.

Well, that is why you're here, isn't it, lads?

Look, Maggie never said it was your ring, Tex.

And she never said it was nicked, either.

Hand it over and I'll consider not breaking your necks.

Yes. Well, we haven't got it any more.

Sammy here's got it.

And he wants over £ for it. And he only ever gave us three.

Really?

That doesn't sound very friendly, Sammy.

Whatever it sounds like, the price is still quid.

And if I shouldn't happen to have that sort of money?

- Tough. - Right.

So, er... SNIFFS

how much is this worth, then?

More than you can afford. So just be careful with it.

Oh, dear...

Now look what I've gone and done.

Still, I think I like it better like this.

It was cut glass, wasn't it?

Or, erm...

..do I prefer...

this one?

All right. All right. That's enough.

Just put it down, will you?

So.

Can you remember what happened, Bobby?

This car just...

well, just came at me.

What sort of car?

A red sports car.

Er, an E-Type, I think.

Did you, er...

Did you see the driver?

No.

Tell me, do you have any idea

why someone would try to k*ll you?

No.

But I don't think my brother was too thrilled to see me.

Your brother?

'Ere.

What's Vernon Scripps' van doing outside Slippery Sam's?

Well, I don't know, Alf.

Perhaps we should ask him.

Yeah. Perhaps we should.

Well, well. Who says you can never find a policeman when you need one?

Only, I was just going to ring you lot.

Oh?

This gentleman here,

and I use the term in its very loosest sense,

has just tried to sell me what I believe

could be stolen property.

- Oh, yes? - Needless to say,

I told him he'd come to the wrong shop.

I run a very respectable business here.

Course you do, Sammy. Everyone knows that...

But if you were to search his pockets,

I think you might find he's still got the property on him.

What goes on? I know nothing about no ring.

So you won't have any objections to emptying your pockets then, sir.

PHIL: Come here. Come here.

Hey, watch it.

Oh, very nice.

A ring to grace any lady's finger.

If you must know, that happens to be my wife's engagement ring.

I brought it here to be polished.

You bought it here, sir?

Well, no. Er, not exactly.

So, whould you happen to have a receipt

from the shop that you did purchase it from?

Look. I'm being fitted up, here. Well, tell 'em.

Tell 'em I'm being fitted up.

Have we met, then?

Right. Come on.

Hey!

Hey! Watch it.

So, you two know nothing about this, then.

- Nothing. No. - Well, it goes without saying,

we'll be wanting to talk to you two again.

Right. We'll be off as well, then, David.

Not before I get my money, you won't.

Hey, just a minute!

There's not £ here.

Sammy. Let's call it a handling charge, shall we?

As you so succinctly put it, "Business is business."

VERNON: Off we go, David.

It seems that, back in London, Robertson and George Gray

were up to their necks together in the property racket.

How come Bobby's Robertson's son?

Because Robertson and George's wife were having a bit of a ding-dong

on the side.

They realised Bobby couldn't possibly be George's,

since George was on remand in custody

at the time of the conception.

It's not surprising that he came here looking for him.

But it doesn't explain why Robertson would try to k*ll him?

It was his son's car that hit Bobby.

Harry had just found out he had a half-brother,

who presumably was due part of the family fortune.

MIKE: So, what now, sarge?

For starters, let's get Harry Robertson in

and see what we can sweat out of him.

We'll deal with Charles at a later date.

MUSIC: 'Man From Nowhere' by Jet Harris

Good afternoon.

Welcome.

Come in.

DOOR BELL

Ignore that.

Not expecting anyone.

DOOR BELL

The housekeeper will get it.

KNOCKING Sarge?

Mike's radioed in, he's up at the house now.

Something suspicious is going on. He wants immediate back-up.

- Harry Robertson? - Yeah, that's me.

Harry Robertson, we're reporting you

for failure to stop after a road traffic accident.

You'll have to come to the station.

What's this about, Bradley?

What this is about, sir,

is the attempted m*rder earlier today

of a young man called Robert Gray, your son, in fact.

Allegedly hit by a car your other son was driving

at the time. - That's ridiculous.

Unfortunately, you won't be able to rely on your father in court.

And then there's the small matter of the diamonds

I've just witnessed changing hands.

What are you going to do? Take us all down to the station?

On your little own?

Not entirely on my own, sir.

SIREN

MUSIC: '----' by Manfred Mann

♪ Five, four, three, two, one...

TYRES SCREECH

♪ Five, four, three, two, one...

Harry!

♪ Five

♪ Four

♪ Three... ♪

SIREN CONTINUES

What I don't understand is why Robertson,

having got himself out of London

without so much as a stain on his character,

getting himself accepted as a pillar of the community up here,

then goes and gets himself involved with another racket.

You know what they say about leopards, Alf.

And spots.

Hang on a minute.

Jenny? Can I have a word?

Course you can. Can I introduce you to James Alway, our new locum?

This is Mike Bradley, our local policeman.

Hellow. I'm pleased to meet you.

Although, I think we've met before.

Yes. I wanted to apologise about the other night.

I got carried away.

- No. No harm done. - Please, let me get you a drink.

Thanks, but I think someone's got one in for me.

Although I will gratefully save up the offer till the next time we...

bump into each other.

Erm, you wanted a word?

Yeah. Erm...can we go into the snug?

Yeah.

The fence was ft high.

There was no way he was going to get over it.

So, what happened about the ring, then, Vern?

Ah. The ring.

Well, I'm afraid, Maggie,

the ring is in the hands of the police.

- What? - So, I'm afraid, is Tex.

So, if I were you, I'd scarper while the scarpering's good.

Because in case you weren't aware of the fact,

the two blokes standing at the bar...

..are coppers.

Right.

So? Scarborough, here we come, eh, sweetheart?

Gus. With what I've got in my purse,

we'll be lucky if we've got enought petrol money

to get us back to Liverpool.

MAGGIE: Now move it, will you?

Well, David. I think we've shown a nice little profit, for once.

So, would you like to do the honours?

MIKE: That was a bit embarrassing.

I didn't know how you'd react, meeting Dr Alway.

Well, he seems like a nice enough bloke.

And the village needs a good doctor.

And what about you, Mike?

Where do you go from here?

Well, to be honest, I'm...

I'm not too sure about anything.

Staying in Aidensfield...

staying in the force, even.

Trish would have wanted you to stay on, not to give up.

- Do you think so? - I know so.

I miss her.

I miss her dreadfully.

I know.

That's why I, um...

..I wanted you to have this.

Mike, I can't.

This was special to you both.

Please?

For Trish.

- You OK? - Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on, then. Let's go back, eh?

I don't know whose round it is. Oh!

Here comes the hero of the hour, then.

Who...who not only collared an attempted m*rder*r

and brought down the Chairman of the Magistrates,

but also cracked an international diamond smuggling racket.

And all at one fell swoop.

Not thought of joining CID yet, then?

Offered your services to the Yard?

Very funny, Alf. All right, all right.

The drinks are on me.

Ooh!