13x01 - Speed

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

MUSIC: '(Call Me) Number One' by The Tremoloes

♪ I picture the rain on windows

♪ And I think of home

♪ I wonder if you remember

♪ Did you ever know?

SHOUTING

♪ Places I dream about

♪ I will be getting out

♪ Then I can follow the sun ♪

Keep practising, man.

GIRL LAUGHS Lisa!

Come and have a drink. - I'm OK.

- C'mon, we're here for kicks, girl. - We're talking, all right?

Really?

Well, er... Billy boy. If you're, er...

talking to my girl, you can talk to me, then.

- Tell me, why haven't you paid me? - Just leave him, Jase.

I gave you some speed to flog. Where's the money?

Look, I didn't ask for them pills and I'm not selling them, all right?

Frightened your mummy wouldn't like it?

I'm not frightened.

Prove it.

Let's have a chicken run.

Tonight, after dark. Head to head.

Yeah, all right.

You might just regret this.

GENTLE CLASSICAL MUSIC

VERNON: Thank you, Sir William. A thoroughly enjoyable evening.

I'm stuffed full! CHUCKLES

I'm glad "you" enjoyed it.

I must say, you and your good lady wife

really know how to throw a good bash.

Now, where's my chauffeur got to?

- Good night, Sir William. - Good night, Sylvia.

Good night.

ENGINES REV

Go on!

CHEERING

Go on!

TYRES SCREECH

Billy!

MUSIC: 'Shakin' All Over' by Johnny Kidd and the Pirates

♪ When you move in right up close to me

Billy, are you OK?

CLUCKS LIKE A CHICKEN

Lisa! C'mon, we're going.

♪ Quivers down the backbone

♪ I got the shakes down the kneebone

♪ Yeah, I got tremors in the thigh bone

♪ Shakin' all over ♪

I apologise for this, Sir William.

I thought I told you to wait 'ere!

I'm sorry. I had to go back to feed Alfred.

He needs his food as well, you know. He's wolfed down

two tins of dog food, and all his biscuits. It's Alfred.

He's been by himself all day. He doesn't...

My regular chauffeur's indisposed, Sir William.

Come on, let's go.

You haven't got a regular chauffeur.

Your bronchial tubes sound fine. You've used the inhaler?

WOMAN: Yeah.

The type of asthma you have is fairly manageable,

so long as you take care.

Is there something else worrying you?

Actually, there is. Yes, Doctor.

You saw my son, Billy, a few weeks back?

Yeah. A tetanus booster, wasn't it?

Did you prescribe him any pills?

Pills?

No, I don't think so.

I found these in his drawer.

He said he got them from you.

I certainly didn't prescribe these.

I'm almost certain they're amphetamines.

An illegal stimulant. They call it speed.

It produces an artificial high and can be addictive.

WOMAN: It'll be that g*ng in Ashfordly.

He got in with them when he was at secondary modern.

Wherever he's getting them from, he better stop

or he's going to be in trouble.

I understand, Wilf. We'll look into it.

And, er, give my best to Enid.

Oh, tell Enid to drop in on market day

and have a cup of tea with Mrs Ventress.

Oh, yes. and you, Wilf.

I do hope we're not interrupting your hectic social life, Ventress.

Oh, no, Sarge.

That was Wilfred Yates. He's a hill farmer

up on Elsinby Moor Road. - Oh, yes?

Well, he had a bit of a disturbance last night.

A g*ng of teenagers were racing round on their motorbikes.

They scared off some of his sheep and left a real mess.

Drinking and er... taking dr*gs, so he says.

What does old Wilf know about dr*gs?

Not a lot. But he knows his sheep and quite a few are still missing.

- Has he any idea who the g*ng were? - No.

There's bike chapters all over. In Ashfordly, Strensfield.

It might not be an official chapter.

It might just be a g*ng of tearaways.

It might be an idea to check with these biker clubs.

Bikers keep pretty close. They might have an idea of what's going on.

- Right. Get onto it, Ventress. - Me, Sarge?

Hmm, on second thoughts... perhaps teenage gangs on motorbikes

aren't your strongest suit. Crane?

- Look into it, will you? - Sarge.

So, how was your posh dinner last night?

First-class grub, Oscar.

Six different courses and no making do with the same plates.

Thoroughly enjoyable.

Until David was late picking me up. I mean,

what's the point of one having a smart Bentley

if one is without a proper chauffeur to run one round in it?

Oh, indeed. What is one thinking of?

I've been onto the agency first thing this morning.

They supply chauffeurs to the gentry.

I hope you don't mind, Oscar. I'm interviewing in here.

So tip me the nod if anyone comes in asking for me.

Well, he's already here.

- The chauffeur? - Hmm.

- What's his name? - Obvious, isn't it?

James. Good morning. Vernon Scripps.

Delighted to meet you, sir.

CHUCKLES

- Amphetamines? - She thinks he may have got them

from a g*ng on the Ashfordly housing estate.

He rides a motorbike, you say? Is this a g*ng of bikers he knows?

Possibly. I'm not sure.

We had some trouble with bikers last night.

I need to talk to this lad. What's his name?

I can't tell you that.

It was a doctor/patient discussion and, as such, confidential.

I only thought you should know

that these pills are around. I can't identify individuals.

This isn't a game, Liz. dr*gs and fast bikes make a lethal cocktail.

Which is why I've come to see you

so that you know and can keep an eye out.

It'd be a lot easier to do that if we had a name.

I can't betray a patient's trust. I'm sorry.

I have rounds to finish.

Well, I hope your conscience is clear.

If this lad has a motorbike accident and we find dr*gs were involved...

The Earl of Warminster? Viscount Dundas? Hmm!

- Impressive references, James. - Thank you, sir.

Now, the agency spoke very highly of you.

Do you fancy chauffeuring in these parts for a bit, do you?

My last remaining relative is an elderly aunt in Scarborough.

Working here would allow me to visit her, sir.

Excellent. Well, let's see what you're like

behind the wheel, shall we, James?

MUSIC: 'Gurney Slade' by Max Harris

Thank you, sir.

VERNON: According to my book of etiquette, James,

chauffeurs are addressed

by their surnames, not their Christian names.

- How do you feel about that? - Whichever you'd prefer, sir.

So what's your surname?

Darling, sir.

I think we'll just stick to James, eh?

Handled like a dream, James. You've got the job.

Thank you, sir. In that case,

permit me to observe she's running a touch uneven

when one accelerates through , revs, sir.

Now you mention it, I've noticed that.

A spot of fine-tuning may help. Shall I attend to it, sir?

Er, right. Yes.

Actually, my brother's got a garage,

but if you think you can manage it, go ahead.

- Then join me in the house. - Very good, sir.

DOG BARKS

Down, Alfred! David, quick. Tidy up.

He's barking because there's someone fiddling with your car.

He's fine-tuning it.

Are you sure he's not stealing it?

David, there's something I need to talk to you about.

Look... now I've so many social engagements,

dinner parties and so forth,

I need someone that knows about that sort of thing.

What, to show you which knife and fork to use and that?

No. I need a proper chauffeur.

I need you for the important job of driving the taxi.

I-I-I'm not to drive you about any more?

KNOCKING AT DOOR

DOG BARKS

- All satisfactory now, sir. - Excellent, James.

You live here, then, sir?

This is your residence?

Er, yes. Temporarily.

One's been so busy, don't you know? Pressure of business

and so forth. One is looking for something more... appropriate.

Indeed.

What's this?

All alone, young lady?

I hope this isn't a situation you're planning on taking advantage of.

- Oh, I certainly am. - Oh, that's all right, then.

I can't wait to marry you.

Well, you might have to wait a bit.

My young niece wants her bridesmaid's dress altered again.

Ah, well, that's fair enough. Got to get the priorities right.

Is this purely a romantic call?

- Sadly not. Is Liz in? - No, she's out on her rounds.

Pity. I was hoping to see a list of patients who saw her this morning.

Part of an ongoing inquiry. It's quite important.

- Could you help me with that? - I'd rather ask her.

Oh, go on.

But I can't think of any reason why she'd mind.

Nah. Great. Thanks.

Mrs Fletcher?

I have a warrant to search these premises.

MUSIC: 'You're No Good' by Swinging Blue Jeans

♪ Feelin' better now that we're through

♪ Feelin' better cos I'm over you

DENNIS: Right. Sorry to have inconvenienced you,

but possession of illegal dr*gs is a serious matter.

Look, Billy, if you are hiding any, it'd be better if you told us.

I told you. There are no dr*gs here.

Well, make sure in future that there aren't, Mrs Fletcher.

What made you think there were, anyway?

Just acting on information received.

I trusted you! You should be ashamed of yourself!

I'll be looking for another doctor.

- Morning, James. Sleep all right? - As well as one could, sir, yes.

Never mind. We have a busy day ahead of us.

Hampton and Farrar's have sent some property for us to view.

What? Are you moving house, then?

I told you I was looking, David.

I didn't think you were being serious.

Yes, well, it's not appropriate for me to reside here any more.

Er, serve breakfast in the drawing room, will you?

Any progress on this disturbance up at the moors?

Nothing definite.

Seems to point to a g*ng with bikes

who meet on the Ashfordly housing estate.

I saw a lad on your patch yesterday with a motorbike.

He may be involved. Billy Fletcher.

Yeah, I know him. Seems a nice enough lad.

I'm fairly sure his mother told her doctor

she'd caught him with amphetamines.

She's denying it now and... I may have gone in a wee bit heavy.

Shall I ask Billy about the disturbance?

Yes, but be discreet. Go in plain clothes.

Have a friendly chat with him.

See if you can meet up with this g*ng and win their confidence.

If there is a drug problem in the area, I want to know about it.

Sarge.

I already told him I wouldn't divulge names.

So he knew you were out and used me to get them? I can't believe it.

I've lost two patients, damaged my reputation and people's trust in me.

He never said anything about a dr*gs raid.

He just asked for the list.

Well, he's turned her house upside down.

- Did he find anything? - She'd already got rid of them.

But that's not the point.

I need total patient confidentiality.

Your relationship with Sgt Merton has seriously compromised that.

Liz, I am so sorry.

MUSIC: 'String Quartet No.' by Schubert

Thank you for showing us around, Major.

Yes, thank you.

- Very nice house. - Yes. Goodbye.

He's never going to sell his house, not with that attitude.

He may not have taken too kindly

to your comments on his family portraits, sir.

- Why? What did I say? - I fear your remark that,

"They all look as if they've had a good skinful,"

may not have gone down well, sir. - It's a stuffy old dump, anyway.

I did note an original Adam staircase, sir.

Do you know, I'm not surprised.

It's just the sort of house the Addams Family would live in!

Right, Mr Scripps. Next on the list is Furlong House.

This one should be right up your street. If you'd like to follow me.

Mr Vernon's getting all hoity-toity with me

in front of this chauffeur bloke,

and then... then he asks me to serve breakfast in the drawing room!

He hasn't got a drawing room.

Well, I know! I've looked everywhere for it.

What I can't understand is why a top person's chauffeur

becomes available and then works for someone like Vernon.

It doesn't make any sense.

- I'm afraid he's out, Jenny. - Well, I'll wait.

All day. At Division. Want me to get a message to him?

- Nothing you can write down, no. - Oh, I see.

Just tell him when he gets back, I want to see him.

Jenny, sometimes, as the big day gets closer,

people get a little overwrought.

Things are said that aren't always meant.

Leave out the patronising platitudes, Alf. This is serious.

Nice machine.

What's the problem?

- Chain keeps falling off. - Ignore him, Lisa. He's a copper.

I'm also a biker.

- Have you got a link extractor? - A what?

I think I've got one on the bike.

MUSIC: 'String Quartet No.' by Schubert

Now, this is a unique opportunity

to acquire an outstanding property, Mr Scripps.

Set in acres of grounds, with its own tennis court

and freshwater trout fishing.

VERNON: Owner gone to Spain, you say?

AGENT: At short notice.

He's keen on a quick sale, hence the competitive asking price.

Rare for a property of this quality to come on the market.

JAMES: Indeed.

Any of this stuff included in the price, Penelope?

The carpets and curtains are included, Mr Scripps.

Not the two posh cars in the garage, then?

They're being serviced prior to sale.

Everything in here's going, then, ma'am?

Packed and shipped in the next two days.

Though our client is open to any reasonable offer on certain items.

Am I correct, ma'am, in thinking these bronze figures here...

are Epsteins? - Yes.

They're definitely not for sale.

The owner prizes his objets d'art.

Imagine, James! One's very own snooker table.

American pool, I believe, sir.

I'll show you the rest of the house.

- How's that? - Yeah, it seems about right.

Tighten it up with that, then.

Well, look at this.

Billy Chicken's making friends with the fuzz now.

Just giving him an 'and, that's all.

Yeah, right. Lisa, come on. We're going.

I'm helping Billy.

His mate, the copper, can do that.

Oh, dear, Billy Chicken. Looks like I've stolen your chick.

You better report me to the law. LAUGHTER

- Don't rise to the bait. - I don't need your advice.

And I didn't ask for your help either.

TILL OPENS

VERNON: Fifteen acres there, Oscar.

- And it's got the stream. - Ta.

You want me to take all next week off? What for?

PHIL: I'm due a bit of leave.

VERNON: That has an excellent style, and a style of Vernon Scripps.

GINA: The Braemar Hotel in the Highlands?

- All booked and paid for. - Phil!

So, are you up for it, then?

Yeah!

VERNON: It's a fabulous place.

It's got its own cocktail bar, American pool table, the lot.

What's brought all this on, anyroad?

I mean, I know you've been going on about buying a place,

but this is all a bit sudden.

I've got James to consider as well now.

So this James persuaded you to splash out on a house, did he?

- No, he didn't. - There's something fishy about him.

A bloke like that needing to chauffeur for the likes of you.

Oscar, my money is as good as anyone else's.

This is my decision.

It's just time I had a place in keeping with a man of my means.

Mum?

Mum!

CHICKEN CLUCKS

MUSIC: 'You Really Got Me' by The Kinks

♪ Girl, you really got me going

♪ You got me so I don't know what I'm doing

CHEERING AND WHOOPING

♪ Yeah, you really got me now

♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night ♪

- BOY: Go on! - Well... Look here.

- It's Billy Chicken. - Jason.

I want my black bombers back.

Or did your mummy throw 'em down the toilet?

BILLY: Just shut up, all right? I saw what you did.

Let's do that chicken run of yours again. You and me.

All right.

Only we do the run in fast cars.

Fast cars? What fast cars?

I know where to get a couple.

What? An 'ead-to-head in cars?

Yeah, man. And when you bottle it, I don't want to see your face again.

- Got it? - I won't bottle it.

We'll see. Tomorrow night.

Can't wait.

I told you it was part of an important inquiry, which it was.

You didn't tell me that she'd already refused to help you.

I came to the surgery hoping to persuade her otherwise.

JENNY: No, you didn't!

You knew she was on her rounds.

You came to sweet-talk me into giving you the names.

Jenny, I have a difficult job to do. If young kids on fast bikes

are taking dr*gs, somebody could get k*lled.

- It's my job to prevent that. - And what about my job?

Did it occur to you for one moment

that your actions might thr*aten that?

How do you think this makes me look in Liz's eyes?

The moment her back's turned,

and I'm giving out confidential information?

All right. I'm sorry.

Not good enough, Dennis. You abused my trust,

and our relationship, for the sake of your precious job.

I see now what marriage to you would mean.

- Oh, Jen. - Do you really think

I want to marry somebody who would stoop to this sort of deception?

Jenny, we're both tired.

- Let's sleep on this. - No.

- It's over, Dennis. - Jen...

Now get out.

- Jenny, please... - Just go!

Grand morning out there, Alf.

Oh, yes. Even Mrs Ventress had a cheery smile this morning.

Said how nice the garden looked.

You're both late. Wilfred Yates called again

complaining about bikers trespassing on his land.

- Again? - Yes, again. Last night.

I want this nonsense stamped on. Understood? Sort it out.

- Yes, Sarge. - You can forget about mugs of tea.

Get out there now.

YAWNS

Oh, would you like breakfast here or in the drawing room...

that we haven't got?

I will have a drawing room soon, David.

And a cocktail bar and a pool table. This is real class, this is.

I've asked for a second viewing.

Where's James?

Oh, I saw him leave when I got up this morning.

What do you mean, you saw him leave?

Well, he drove off in the Bentley.

What? He drove off in my Bentley? Well, why didn't you stop him?

Well, it is his job, driving the car, isn't it?

Yes, with me in the back!

Good morning, sir. And a very nice one too.

We were running low on fuel, sir, so I took the opportunity

to fill her up, so as not to inconvenience you later.

Ah. Most thoughtful of you, James.

CHUCKLES I'm having another look at this place.

Is sir really sure about that, sir?

Why? What's wrong with it?

Well, if I may venture an opinion, sir,

the decor is in questionable taste.

- Is it? - It is.

Furthermore, my instincts tell me

the present owner's sudden exit to Spain may imply... complications.

- Complications? - Of a legal nature, sir.

You think he may be in trouble with the law?

Sir has it precisely. My advice would be to steer well clear, sir.

Yeah, they've had a fire in the barn.

There's bottles everywhere.

Just take a statement from Wilf Yates. Then get back here. Out.

- Get anywhere with Billy Fletcher? - STEVE: Started to.

He was with a girl called Lisa. Then the g*ng turned up.

One in particular made fun of him. Jason something, his name is.

Billy's got a girlfriend?

Actually, I think it's Jason's girlfriend.

But she clearly likes Billy. Quite a sensible girl.

Talk to her again, then. See what she knows.

I'll be in Aidensfield myself, if anyone wants me.

At the surgery.

MUSIC: 'First Love' by The Dave Clark Five

Right, I'm going for an edible breakfast

before we look at any more houses.

I'll take the opportunity to polish the car, then, sir.

Good idea, James.

Excuse me. I wondered if I could see the doctor.

You'll have to wait. She's in surgery.

Ashfordly Police Station.

A break-in? Er, what was taken?

Where was this, madam?

Right.

We'll get someone along straight away.

HANGS UP

Break-in at Furlong House.

Er... two sports cars have been taken.

The owner's abroad and the estate agent's reported it

and she's waiting there to see you. - Why me?

Well, look, we can't both go. Merton's not here

and the station can't be unmanned.

Yeah. Like I said, why me?

Go on, then. Heads.

I must stress Jenny was entirely blameless.

She gave me the names in good faith because I persuaded her to.

I accept that, but it still doesn't excuse you.

You didn't have the courtesy to forewarn me

you were going to raid my patient's home.

I'm really very sorry, Liz.

I should never have obtained the information in the way I did.

Right. Well, let's try and put it behind us, shall we?

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Sorry to interrupt,

but Constable Ventress needs to see the sergeant.

He's disappeared with the car again.

- Who has? - James!

It can't be petrol this time.

You don't think he's stolen it, do you?

He's there, waiting for you.

Where's the car? I thought you were cleaning it.

I was, but your man David insisted on borrowing it, sir.

Taxi's been playing up. He had a fare for the station.

Regular customer, so I suggested he use your Bentley.

You did, did you?

JAMES: I didn't think it necessary to disturb your breakfast, sir.

As long as the vehicle was returned ASAP.

CAR APPROACHES Which I believe it has been.

VERNON: David, you must not use

my personal Bentley for taxiing the hoi polloi, regulars or not.

I've got properties to view this morning and you've delayed me.

I'm very sorry, Mr Vernon, but you're going to be more delayed now.

I've had a puncture down the road.

Oh!

MRS FLETCHER: He's out.

What are you accusing him of now?

Nothing, Mrs Fletcher. I just want to know

if he was with a g*ng up on the moors last night.

No idea.

I work, mornings, evenings, sometimes. Cleaning.

Has Billy got a job himself?

Should've stayed on at school. Got his exams.

- He were clever enough. - Is that where he met Lisa?

She's the only reason he took up with that crowd. He's mad about her.

You don't know where I can find her, do you?

Two powerful sports cars?

Er, yes, Sarge. Er, a Lotus and a Triumph TR.

Worth a bob or two, then? Could it be a car ring.

ALF: Well, it's not very professional entry.

No, crudely forced with a crowbar or something.

Any evidence of a break-in to the house itself?

That's the strange thing, Sarge. None at all.

But the estate agent said that two bronze figures

are missing from the drawing room.

PENELOPE: I was checking off the list

before the removal men started.

The two bronze Epsteins are missing.

DENNIS: And that's all they took from the house? Two bronzes.

Worth thousands. That's quite enough, isn't it, Sergeant?

And you're certain they were here before last night's break-in?

Absolutely. A potential buyer yesterday pointed them out to me.

Asked me to verify they were Epsteins.

- Do you have a name for this buyer? - To be precise,

it was the chauffeur who asked about the bronzes.

The buyer's name was Vernon Scripps.

I'm supposed to be working.

What do you want?

Were you with the g*ng up on the moors last night?

Was Billy there too?

- Lisa, I'm concerned about him. - Yeah, you and me both.

His mum apparently caught him with some speed.

- They weren't his tablets. - Whose, then?

Who gave them to him?

I've no idea.

You said you were worried about him too.

- Why is that? - It's nothing.

Oh, come on, Lisa.

There's something going on between him and Jason, isn't there?

It's just a stupid challenge.

- What challenge? Is it about you? - No.

Lisa, please. This is important.

VERNON: You burnt my breakfast, you went off in the car,

you brought it back with a flat tyre...

Well, you can forget any idea of moving in my new house, David.

DAVID: Well, what about Alfred?

VERNON: Him as well.

Mangy old mutt.

If I want dogs around, I'll get some nice pedigree corgis.

- DENNIS: Mr Scripps? - Like Her Majesty.

A word, please.

Did you happen to notice two bronze statuettes

while you were at Furlong House yesterday?

On the coffee table. Ugly things, they were.

Original Einsteins, apparently.

Epstein. Jacob Epstein.

VERNON: That's what I said. Why, what's happened to them?

Someone's stolen them.

James warned me to steer clear of that place.

He thought the owner might be a bit dodgy.

Who's James?

James Darling, my chauffeur.

Drives the Bentley. He's popped over to the post office.

According to the estate agent,

your chauffeur mentioned the bronzes yesterday.

D'you mind if we look inside your vehicle?

Be my guest. You're barking up the wrong tree, though, Sergeant.

James has worked for aristocracy all over the country.

I need a sit-down. Get 'em in, David.

OK.

SIGHS

GINA: What's going on with you two, then?

He looks like it's the end of the world,

and you've got a grin all over your face.

Well, I may burn breakfasts and turn up late sometimes,

but I do not go around hiding Einsteins in the boot.

- What are you talking about? - Those statues that James stole.

- The police have just arrested him. - No! I don't believe it.

James is a thief? LAUGHS

Now, that "is" a surprise!

LAUGHTER

If you'd like to go through there, sir.

He obviously took the bronzes,

but he denies all knowledge of the sports cars.

The two thefts are probably separate incidents.

PHIL: Division's been alerted.

There's been no reported sightings of the vehicles so far.

They'll be off-road. Stolen to order.

Unless it's the g*ng of bikers again, Sarge.

Bikers? What would they want with cars?

I spoke with Lisa. She said Jason had challenged Billy

to some sort of chicken run, with sports cars.

And you think they might have stolen a couple for the privilege?

It's possible. Although to be honest,

Lisa wasn't sure when or where this might happen.

I'm sure she'll find out quicker than any of us.

Have a word with her again.

And fast. Teenagers plus dr*gs and stolen sports cars.

Not something I want on my patch.

They were stolen, but not by me.

But you do admit that you took them from Furlong House.

Yes. These figures were stolen

from the Earl of Warminster's country seat in Wiltshire,

eight years ago.

How do you know that?

I was employed by the Earl at the time.

I spotted them yesterday, went back later,

and removed them for safe-keeping.

I contacted the Earl this morning. I await his instructions.

Why didn't you inform us, instead of taking the law into your own hands?

They were about to be shipped to Spain.

I had to act quickly.

We can clear this up.

Phone the Earl of Warminster, check your story.

He is not awfully fond of the telephone.

Won't have one in the house. I sent him a telegram.

I had expected one back. Let me give you his address. May I?

Yes. We'll arrange for an officer from the local force to call round.

Meanwhile, am I free to go?

No. You'll remain in custody until the matter is resolved.

For the moment, all we have is an admission

that you took property worth thousands of pounds.

MUSIC: 'Exodus' by The Tornados

ENGINE STARTS

It's her day off.

Oh. Sorry, Doctor. We're here to see Mrs Fletcher.

She's had an asthma attack. Probably brought on by nerves over Billy.

- I don't want her upset, OK? - Right.

PHIL: Did Billy tell you where the g*ng meet up of an evening?

No.

We do need to see him, Mrs Fletcher.

Some sports cars have been stolen.

The g*ng that Billy knocks around with might be involved.

My Billy's not a thief. He can't drive a car, anyway.

He hasn't got a licence.

STEVE: We only want to talk to him.

He's gone out. That's all I know.

PHIL: Well, when was the last time you saw him?

Sorry, no more questions, OK?

Mrs Fletcher, we know Billy's not the ring leader.

We just don't want to see him in trouble.

It's that Jason you should be after.

He's the trouble-maker. Not my Billy.

Right, that's enough now.

KEYS RATTLE

- Mr Darling, you're free to go. - Really?

ALF: The chief constable himself called.

Congratulations all round

on the solving of an eight-year-old art theft.

The Earl's delighted and his solicitor's confirmed

the ownership of the Epsteins. - Thank you, Constable.

Well done, James. I never doubted you for a second.

Unlike some I know, I'm a very good judge of character.

I had suspicions myself about that house.

The decor was in questionable taste.

Owner fled hurriedly to Spain?

One smelt a rat at once, didn't one, James?

If that's how sir recalls it,

then, yes, I'm sure one did, sir, yes.

Hey, this has just arrived.

The postman brought it over on his bike.

Telegrams usually mean bad news.

- Here, give it here. - It's not for you. It's for him.

Thank you, David.

Nothing untoward I hope, James?

It's from the Earl of Warminster, sir.

Ah. The Earl and I have both had the honour of employing James.

I expect he's going to sort out some sort of reward, is he?

In a manner of speaking, sir, yes.

Excellent. Let's have another drink, then.

MUSIC: 'The In Crowd' by The Fourmost

♪ I'm in with the in crowd

♪ I go where the in crowd go

♪ I'm in with the in crowd

Now, these, Billy-boy... are fast cars.

Where did you get these from?

Hang on a minute. Are they stolen?

No, I bought them with my dole money.

LAUGHTER

You have first choice of car. I say which road we use.

Please don't do it, Billy.

Of course, if you wanna back out,

like the chicken you are...

CLUCKING NOISES

- I'll have this one. - OK.

Stag Hill Road. Head-on driving.

No pulling out.

♪ When you're in with the in crowd

CLUCKS ♪ It's easy to find romance ♪

BOY: Come on.

Right. The first possibility is Wilf Yates's place.

They might go back there. He's going to keep us informed.

PHONE RINGS Do we have any other ideas?

Ashfordly Police Station.

Er, slow down, miss.

Yes, he's here.

STEVE: 'Hello, PC Crane.'

Steve, it's Lisa. It's happening tonight.

Right.

Stag Hill Road.

SHOUTING AND REVVING BIKES

- Want a bomber, Billy-boy? - I'm not interested.

Right.

You start down there. No pulling out.

Unless you're chicken.

MUSIC: 'Riding The Wind' by The Tornados

SHOUTING AND CHEERING

Are you ready?

SHOUTING AND CHEERING

TYRES SCREECH

ALL: Go on! Go on!

Go on!

ALL SHOUT

TYRES SCREECH

SIREN APPROACHES

HANDCUFFS CLICK

Billy will be all right, won't he?

Well, I think so. We'll have to wait and see.

Crane? A word, please.

Found these in the Triumph.

So we'll be charging him for these as well.

Well done. Good work.

- Thank you, Sarge. - The division is keen

to have a community involvement officer here,

working with young people.

Think about it. We'll talk some more tomorrow.

Ah, Doctor.

Just thought you might like to know

we won't be charging Billy Fletcher with anything.

- Oh? - Well, Jason admitted to the dr*gs

and that he and another lad stole the cars.

Billy drove without a licence.

He'll be let off with a caution this time.

His mother'll be relieved.

Considering what might have happened,

it turned out quite well, then.

Not so sure about that.

Morning, James.

What's going on?

It's with some regret, sir, that I come to tender my resignation.

You're leaving me? SIGHS

The Earl of Warminster, sir, has offered my former position back.

He is in declining years now, sir,

and feels I can be of valuable service to him.

I see. Well, it's a bit of a blow, James.

Are you not happy here?

In truth, sir, whilst I've enjoyed my brief stay,

I feel I am more suited to the world I know.

Oscar kept asking me why someone with your aristocratic connections

was working for me anyway.

There was an unfortunate incident, sir,

which led to my being dismissed from a position.

Since when, doors have been closed to me.

Unfortunate incident?

Whilst working for Sir Oliver and Lady Thrapston-Smith, sir,

Her Ladyship persuaded me to smuggle her lover in

in the boot of the Rolls.

An old ruse in those circles, sir.

But the deception was calamitously discovered.

It left my reputation for trustworthiness in tatters.

No one of breeding would touch me.

So you've been forced to work for people like... Mr Vernon.

Oh, I wouldn't have put it quite like that, David.

However, the Earl of Warminster now feels I've served my penance.

So, thank you once again, sir.

So... Where would Your Lordship like your breakfast served this morning?