13x24 - Double Trouble

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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: 'Pride And Joy' by Georgie Fame

♪ You, you are

♪ My pride and joy...

This wasn't meant to happen.

It's still a working week.

I only dropped by to say hello.

You took your time about it.

♪ Kisses sweeter than honey

♪ I work seven days a week to give you all my money

♪ That's why

♪ I believe you're my pride and joy

♪ And I'm telling the world that you're mine

♪ (Pride and joy) Pride and joy... ♪

You deal with this, would you, please, Alf?

A solicitor trying to locate the relatives of a client.

Me? Oh, it's Missing Persons. That's a uniform job, Sarge.

I'm a civilian now.

Not exactly worked to death with your civilian duties, are you,

Mr Ventress? - No, Sarge.

It's not official business, that's why I want you to deal with it.

It's to do with an inheritance.

Who's the lady?

Haven't a clue. She's a good friend of Chief Constable Morrison,

who pointed her in my direction.

She's staying at the Aidensfield Arms. Take as long as it takes.

That should keep you busy... Mr Ventress (!)

MUSIC: 'Till You Say You'll Be Mine' by The Fourmost

♪ I-I don't care

♪ If the sky is pretty blue

♪ I-I don't care

♪ If the sun comes shining through... ♪

This is my husband, Constable Crane.

He wasn't here when I telephoned you.

Sir. Have you checked what's missing, Mrs Elder?

When we spoke, I thought it was just household property. But it's worse.

A considerable sum of money has been stolen, constable.

- How much? - Almost £,.

You didn't mention cash when you rang this morning, Mrs Elder.

I hadn't properly checked.

- I'm off. - Yes. Don't be back late, Cathy.

Did you hear a disturbance in the night, Miss?

No, nothing.

Cathy, hurry or you'll miss your bus.

You'll find whoever did this, won't you?

That's what we're here for.

Did you hear anything in the night? The sound of breaking glass maybe?

It would help to fix the time of the break-in.

Not a sound. I take medication, you see.

You, sir?

My husband wasn't here last night.

I'm an executive for Rockwell Foods. I was away on business.

Mr Elder: I often am.

Oscar, we can't have this lot off the shelves when we open.

I'll do it.

Stock take in haste, repent at leisure. It's not opening time yet.

Helen Aves. I booked by letter.

Oh, Mrs Aves, your room's ready. I'll show you up.

Never mind that, Gina. I'll do the honours.

If you'd like to follow me.

Here we are.

So, is it business or pleasure, your stay in Aidensfield?

Business. I'm searching for relatives of a client of mine.

Oh, that sounds interesting.

I'm a solicitor.

You never know what's coming at you next.

I know what you mean.

I spent most of my working life in the police force.

Really? I'll know where to turn to for help.

Look no further.

Thank you, Mr...?

Blaketon. Oscar Blaketon.

Oscar.

Leaving this much cash around, almost serves the woman right.

She's very upset, Sarge.

What else is missing?

It's not a full list. Mrs Elder's still checking.

Two candlesticks. Two netball cups inscribed with daughter's name.

Field sports medals. One ashtray, large. Total value, not much.

In the dining room there was some family silver. Wasn't touched.

Someone disturbed the burglar?

Well, not Mrs Elder. She took a sleeping pill.

Her husband was away on business. He arrived back this morning.

PHONE RINGS

You'd better get onto Scenes of Crime,

need to get that window fingerprinted.

- Ashfordly Police. - You spoke to the neighbours, yes?

On both sides of the street. No-one heard or saw a thing.

Right, I'll pass that on. Thank you. Sarge, that was Liz.

She's found a holdall with what seems like the burgled items.

She found it? Where?

She says it was thrown from a moving car in Aidensfield last night.

- Hello, Gina. - Hi, Alf.

Have you got a Mrs Aves staying here?

Yes, she's over there with Oscar.

Winston and Reginald Parker. Twins. No, the name doesn't ring a bell.

I'm sorry to interrupt, Oscar. Mrs Aves. Alf Ventress.

I was sent over here by Ashfordly Police Station to help you.

Very pleased to meet you, Mr Ventress. Join us.

I ran a check on the people you're looking for, the Parker twins.

As I said in my letter,

all we know is that they were born here in Aidensfield.

They were born here but brought up in Ashfordly.

And then they vanished. The last time they appeared

on the electoral roll was years ago.

Fast work, Mr Ventress.

Well, I'm sure we'll be able to locate them for you.

No need for you to trouble, Alf.

I've already offered my services to Helen.

Oh, it's no trouble, Oscar.

I'm over here on Sergeant Merton's instructions.

This is not a police matter, Alf.

That's why he asked me to handle it.

I've recently retired from the force, Mrs Aves.

Well, speaking as an experienced private investigator...

Your help will be invaluable.

As will yours, Mr Ventress. I can't stay here very long,

so why don't I enlist you both?

I couldn't get it to you sooner. It's been one of those days.

Looks like the stolen items, Sarge.

We'll have to get them fingerprinted.

There's been a burglary?

Yes, at the Elders' house.

I know the Elder family. At least they'll get their belongings back.

Did you get a look at the car at all, Miss?

Sort of. It was quite dark.

What time was this?

Just before dawn. About :.

So, we shouldn't be disturbed in here.

Right, Helen, the floor is yours.

Thank you, Oscar.

The Parker twins are the relatives of my client,

the late Norman Bullen.

The inheritance, can you tell us about that?

Sorry, Oscar. Confidential. But it is something very special.

I've been instructed to hand it over personally to the twins.

We'll find them.

We could speed things up a bit,

but it might cost a bit more.

Anything within reason, so long as it gets the job done.

How do you mean, "speed things up"? How?

An extra pair of legs and a set of wheels on call.

It's ours.

And it's all there?

I think so. Well, Cathy's running medals seem to be missing.

You say the bag was found in the village?

Yes, dumped from a passing car about dawn this morning.

Who else knew you had money in the house, Mrs Elder?

Just my daughter, and my husband.

I told him when he telephoned yesterday.

Why leave such a large sum of cash lying about?

It was only temporary.

An endowment policy I'd cashed in to settle some urgent family business.

I intended to bank the balance in a day or so.

You said were away last night, sir?

Yes. Travelling for my firm.

Could I have the address of where you stayed please?

Where I stayed? Why?

It's just routine, sir.

Well, normally I stay in hotels or guesthouses.

But last night I'd been driving too long and pulled in off the road.

You slept in your car?

In a lay-by off the Kirby Road.

It happens now and then.

Thank heavens we're insured.

My husband tells me we're covered for the loss.

Is that so, Mr Elder?

Fortunately, yes. I've already contacted the insurance company.

You'll need a police statement to support your claim.

Not a problem, is it?

We won't know that until our enquiries are complete, sir.

How long will you need us for?

Starting tomorrow and until we've found the people we're looking for.

Go where you say, do what you want, like?

Exactly that, David, and you'll be answerable to me.

- And me. - Alf.

A clear line of command is essential here.

If we were in uniform, but we're not. And it was my idea.

So, who shall we take our orders from?

- Me. - Me.

I had hoped it was just us tonight.

Oh. Jenny was keen to meet up.

She needs a bit of solidarity at the moment.

She and Dennis not hitting it off?

Nothing too dramatic.

I think she's been spending too much time alone recently.

I'm not complaining. I'm just pointing out

that when you say you'll be home, you actually mean it.

It can't always be like that, Jenny.

If something blows up at work, it has to be dealt with.

Yes, but our time together is important too, Dennis.

I go to a lot of trouble to try and make it special for us...

You could at least listen to me!

Sorry. Those two people...

I don't care about them! I'm talking about us!

Isn't that the same car we saw the other night?

The one that dumped the bag.

Sorry we're a bit late.

Doesn't matter, you're here now.

DENNIS: I'll get the drinks in.

Dennis, I think I've seen that car again.

The one involved in the burglary?

Yes. It's just been driven away by Mr and Mrs Elder.

Can't we just forget about work and get on with it?

Just a minute, Jenny. You're quite sure, Liz?

I'm pretty sure. And so is Ben.

He was with me the first time I saw it.

No question about it, Dennis.

It's a bit of a long shot, this, Alf.

It's over years since the Parker family lived round here.

Well, I'm hoping that someone will remember them.

In my experience, the bureaucrat's file is the key.

You've changed your tune.

No traipsing round, knocking on doors anymore?

Not anymore, Alf. Anyway, you're too old for that.

First we're told that nothing of value was taken,

then we learn that three grand has gone missing.

Now we have a positive ID on the car seen dumping the stolen items.

If it is the Elders' car, then what are they playing at?

Insurance scam?

Certainly shaping up that way.

Bellamy, get back to the Scenes of Crime people.

I want their report on the fingerprints at the house

and on the bag.

If it is an inside job, we won't find anything useful there, Sarge.

No, but it will rule out any outside involvement.

Sarge.

How do you want to play it, Sarge?

I want a background on the Elders. Check and recheck their statements.

Find out what you can about their circumstances, but do it discreetly.

MUSIC: 'My Girl' by Georgie Fame

♪ I got sunshine

Oh, thanks.

♪ On a cloudy day

You lived here long?

Few years.

Thanks for your help.

Good morning, I'm looking for...

♪ Well, I guess you'd say

♪ What can make me feel this way

♪ My girl

♪ Talking 'bout my girl

Do you want a hand with that?

There you go.

Here you go. You do the door and I'll take the bag in.

♪ I got the sweetest song that I can sing

♪ More than the birds in the trees

♪ Well, I guess...

Miss Elder, can I have a word?

I can't be late for class.

It's about the burglary.

You said you heard no disturbance in the night.

- That's right. - Well, how about car noises?

- Did you hear anything like that? - No, nothing.

Now, the money that was stolen from your mum,

did you mention she had money in the house, someone at school, maybe?

- No. Look, I have to go. - Just one more thing...

Your mother takes medication to sleep.

Did you see her take her pills last night?

Yes. I see her take her pills most nights.

She keeps them in the kitchen.

Thanks.

A waste of time, Alf, I tell you.

Patience has never been one of your virtues, Oscar.

Mr Blaketon, I've got some good news for you.

So much for your hymn of praise about coppers knocking on doors.

You don't have to look anymore. Doris knows about the Parker twins.

Doris?

Doris... Mrs Neeley, old lady who lives here. For one thing,

she knows that Winston Parker lives in Bradford.

So you found somebody here that knows the Parker twins?

Yeah. Well, I just gave her a hand in with her shopping.

She called me her hero!

She thinks I'm handsome.

Mr Elder has chronic money problems.

This case has "inside job" stamped all over it.

Is it just one of the Elders, or are they both involved?

Mrs Elder's statement is backed up by her daughter.

Mr Elder claims he slept in a lay-by the night of the burglary,

but we only have his word for it. Bellamy, get back to his employers.

I want a log of all his hotel stopovers,

if only to rule out any other unrecorded stopovers.

When you've done that, get a statement from Ben Norton

I want a detailed description of the car he saw

- the night of the burglary. - Right, sir.

Yes, our informant, Mrs Neely, was an old friend of the family.

According to her, the twins fell out when they were still in their s.

They both went their separate ways,

they've not seen each other since. Though we're not sure of that.

We know Winston Parker was living in Bradford recently

because Mrs Neeley saw an article about him in the local paper.

Reginald. He should be easier to trace.

According to Mrs Neeley, he's living in Ashfordly.

I thought you checked the electoral rolls, Alf?

I did, but there was no sign of his name.

Not since he was a young man.

Well, it doesn't mean to say that Reginald Parker isn't here,

it's just that Perhaps a more effective approach

is needed to find him.

MUSIC: 'A Matter Of Time' by Steve Vaus

♪ I wouldn't give you

♪ To make you

♪ To make you mine

♪ To have you love me like

♪ I love you

♪ It's just a matter of time

Panda One to Control. Over.

Control receiving. Go ahead, Bellamy. Over

Yeah, Elder's firm says they have no record of where he stays

when he's on the road. Over.

No record? None at all? Over.

No. They say he makes his own arrangements.

Some sort of living allowance or something like that. Over.

'Elder told us he stays at hotels and guesthouses. Over.'

They just said he makes his own arrangements, Sarge. Over.

Doesn't do much for his alibi the night of the break-in.

'All right, Bellamy. Get back to his firm.

'See if you can get a list of all his business visits

for the last week. I want to track his movements. Over.'

Right, Sarge. Out.

♪ Please tell me

♪ What I can do

♪ It's just a matter of

♪ It's just a matter of time ♪

Another year? Ta very much(!)

- Alf! I've got him! - Shh!

She'll have your guts for garters.

I've got four addresses for Reginald Parker,

but the bad news is his last known address was Ashington House,

which is the hostel for down-and-outs.

Look at this!

"Winston Parker, a crooked car dealer from Bradford."

Says here he cheated some old boy out of a priceless car

and walked away scot-free.

A real charm boat. And now he gets an inheritance as well.

Well, thanks very much.

Sarge.

We've got a result from Scenes of Crime, or should I say no result.

No fingerprints from anyone outside the family?

- Nothing. - Didn't expect to find any,

but now we know for sure.

All right, Crane, get Bellamy back here.

Think it's time that we paid the Elders another visit.

I've contacted Winston Parker.

He's on his way.

So all we have to do now is find his other half.

We're making progress. I'm very impressed, Oscar.

Well, the car we hired from Bernie, it's really moved things on.

Money well spent.

Well, it's a fine car, with a -hour driver

and I was thinking what a shame it would be

to let it rest idle tonight.

Does it have to?

It so happens, I know a little restaurant

just off the beaten track, which is well worth a visit,

doubly so with transport laid on.

Is that an invitation, Oscar?

Maybe, if you'd give me a chance to ask.

I hope you've come with good news, sergeant.

I'm very anxious to sort out the insurance claim.

We need your help, Mrs Elder. The holdall with your property in it,

an eyewitness saw the vehicle that dumped it.

It was identified as your car.

My car?!

That's impossible. No-one drove my car that night.

You took a sleeping pill. How would you know?

I locked the garage before I went to bed.

Easy to open, Mrs Elder, for someone with a key.

Only the family has keys.

Are you implying that we're involved in this business?

Easy, Nicky. We have nothing to fear from questions of this kind.

I'm afraid we're not satisfied with your statement either, Mr Elder,

that you slept in a lay-by on the night of the burglary.

You'll have to take my word on it, Sergeant.

Where do you normally stay when you travel on behalf of your firm?

They have no accommodation records for your movements.

We have an agreement. I stay wherever I choose to stay.

We have nothing to hide.

In that case you'll have no objection

to us searching your vehicles, will you, sir?

Be our guest.

MUSIC: 'Big Bad Bass' by Jet Harris

Find anything?

The usual stuff you'd find in a company car.

And a receipt for a car like Mrs Elder's.

Mr Elder?

This yours?

Yes. It's the paperwork on my wife's car.

You mean, that car?

Yes, that's right. I assure you, it's all in order.

Have you quite finished?

Yes, that'll be all for now. Thank you.

What was that about the car?

Well, I'll show you.

The garage where Mr Elder bought this car,

Bakers Of Ashfordly... - What about it?

The receipt I found in Mr Elder's car

is from Ryson & Fairley Motors of Whitby.

He bought two of these cars?

Same make, same model, same colour.

He's lying, Sarge.

Well-spotted, Crane.

Do we take him in?

No, not yet.

Don't want anyone diving for cover.

Not until we trace this second car.

GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO

You've read our notes on Winston Parker?

Yes. Very revealing.

Going on the facts in the paper of the court case,

not exactly a saint, is he?

It's not my place to judge him, Oscar.

You know, I've just realised,

I don't know the first thing about you.

Does it matter?

No, not really.

I'm enjoying this for what it is.

Me too.

I haven't given the slightest thought as to whether you're married

or single,

or if you have someone special...

I was married.

I'm not prying.

Not half!

Well, maybe just a touch.

MUSIC: 'When I say Goodnight' by Engelbert Humperdinck

♪ When I say good night

- I really enjoyed that. - So did I. Thank you.

♪ In your little room

♪ Ah, that's the time I love you

♪ Best of all

♪ When I say good night

♪ In your little room... ♪

Falling asleep on the job, David,

is not the best way to impress the client, is it?

It wasn't my fault. It was past my bedtime.

We ordered a -hour service.

Maybe, but not for swanning off to fancy restaurants, we didn't.

I was just fostering client relations, Alf, that's all.

MUSIC: 'Clap Your Hands (Once Again)' by Jet Harris

♪ Clapped your hands to the sound of our band once before

♪ Oh, yeah, oh, yeah...

It's confirmed, Sarge.

Mr Elder bought a second Triumph,

different car but identical to his wife's.

I've got the registration details.

Should be easy enough to find.

Mr Elder paid for the car but it wasn't for him.

He made the ownership out to Mrs Roberta Weston.

Do we have an address for her?

Kirby Road. Not the one with the lay-by,

where Mr Elder says he slept the night of the burglary.

That's out in the sticks.

Kirby Road, here in Whitby.

Beginning to see the light, Crane.

Let's get it inside. Quick as you can!

♪ So fine, so fine, so fine

♪ Now we're gonna play so you can't stay seated anytime

♪ Yeah, clap your hands once again

♪ You can't go wrong

♪ Clap your hands once again the beat is strong

♪ Clap your hands once again feel so grand

♪ Clap your hands once again you hold her hand

♪ I'm gonna listen...

Ashington House.

On my watch, there was never any trouble.

On my beat, it rarely failed to deliver a weekly punch-up.

Hello, Bagger.

ALF: Still here, I see.

Nailed my feet to the floor, didn't they?

Still a man of ambition, I see, Bagger.

Could have done worse.

Could have ended up running a pub, like you!

Mr Blaketon, Mr Ventress, what are you doing here?

I thought you two had both retired

and gone to heaven.

Just keeping our hand in.

We're just looking for a someone we think might be staying here.

A chap by the name of Reginald Parker.

Reginald?

Reginald Parker. No, no-one here with a name like that.

We know he was here about three years back

cos his name appeared on a council survey

for charity housing.

The council! And what do they know?

Never heard of him! Go on, off with you.

Well, where's he got to now, then?

MUSIC: 'Cat's Squirrel' by Cream

Up there, Sarge.

This is the car, Sarge.

Right.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

- Mrs Weston? - Yes?

I'm Sergeant Merton, this is PC Crane, from Ashfordly.

I wonder if we could we have a word, please?

Yes, of course.

How can I help you?

We're making enquiries into a burglary that took place

three days ago in Aidensfield.

- Aidensfield? - You know the village?

Not personally, but I know of it.

Do you know a Mr James Elder, resident of Aidensfield?

I don't think so, no.

Mrs Weston,

the new Triumph outside,

we know Mr Elder bought it for you.

Sarge.

Mr James Elder, isn't it?

Yes.

And the boy?

My son.

Our son.

MUSIC: 'Dollar In The Teeth' by The Upsetters

How long has it been going on?

years.

I'm not a marriage wrecker, sergeant.

I never expected him to leave his family.

I'm not sure Mr Elder's wife will quite see it like that.

Found these in the car, Sarge.

Cathy Elder's medals.

Part of the haul from the burglary.

Now, you told us

that Mr Elder was with you the night of the burglary.

He was! I don't know how those things got inside my car.

Mrs Weston, if you persist in protecting him,

you could face charges.

James was here with me that night! I swear it!

Ah, here he is.

Where have you been?

He said thanks very much.

Who said?

That bloke you sent out to me. The one who said he had to scarper fast,

and you said he could use the taxi.

Who said he had to scarper?

The man with the beard. Mr Bagger.

He said he had to go and see a man about a job.

Still here, then?

It'll save me t'bother of going down to t'station.

One of the old boys in there, he said he recognised the name.

What name?

The one you were asking for. Reginald Parker.

- You know him? - Oh, I know him!

Every boozer and dosshouse in Ashfordly knows him.

Even you know him.

It's Bagger! He's been using it so long, people forgot his real name.

Bagger!

Did you tell my wife?

We searched your house, Mr Elder. She knows why you were arrested.

- So she knows about Roberta? - Yes.

She's coming to the station to talk about it.

KNOCKING

Bagger! We need to talk!

We know you're in there!

BAGGER: Get off! I'll call the police if you try to break in!

This is a legal squat!

OSCAR: We just want to have a word.

We have something to tell you. Something to your advantage.

BAGGER: Like what? Six months in the nick?

Like an inheritance!

CHUCKLES Still up to your tricks, are you?

I'm not going out. You're not coming in!

Do you remember Norman Bullen?

Norman Bullen died, Bagger, and left you an inheritance.

Oh, come on, let's go. He's not interested.

We'll donate it to the cat's home.

LOCK RATTLING

Great-uncle Norm snuffed it, you say?

So you did not pull into a lay-by on the night of the burglary?

No.

You now claim you spent it in Whitby with Mrs Weston?

Yes, but I couldn't tell you. Certainly not in front of my wife.

You also lied to us about buying her a new car.

How many lies have you told us?

I admit I lied about the car.

I never wanted to buy the damn thing. Couldn't afford it.

Why did you buy it?

Roberta was complaining.

She wanted a car just like my wife's. Wouldn't let up about it.

We also believe you persuaded your wife

to cash in her endowment policy.

No, that was her idea.

Anyway, we really needed that money.

The school was about to expel my daughter for non-payment of fees.

Money for school, money for a new car you couldn't afford,

money for a double life you couldn't pay for.

A problem you solved by faking a burglary at your own home.

- That's not true. - And stealing your wife's cash,

knowing full well that she could claim it back on home insurance.

I had nothing to do with burglary. I had enough problems as it was!

You drove to Aidensfield in Mrs Weston's new car,

let yourself into your home, and faked a burglary!

It can't have been Roberta's car.

We stayed in all that night.

We... we shared the same bed, for goodness sake!

Part of the haul from that burglary.

Your daughter's sports medals, found in Mrs Weston's new car.

How do you explain it?

I don't know.

Maybe someone put them in there.

The car locks are undamaged.

Only you and Mrs Weston have access to the keys.

You have no explanation, do you?

Ah!

Winston Parker.

I'm supposed to be booked in here tonight.

Oh, yes. Mrs Aves said you'd be arriving.

Your room's ready, Mr Parker.

I was expecting something a bit more in the way of... standards.

Well, I'm very sorry it's not to your liking.

This Helen Aves woman,

is she about?

No, she's not. Your room's upstairs. Number four.

Isn't somebody going to take my bag up?

I'm sorry, I'm really busy.

Who runs this place?

I do. Enjoy your stay, Mr Parker.

I doubt whether any of the stolen money will turn up.

He obviously spent it on that slut.

Do you want to see him?

What I want is justice.

I want that man to rot behind bars!

Don't upset yourself, Mum. He's not worth it.

I gave over years of my life to that man.

For most of it, he was with that woman,

giving to her and their illegitimate son what rightfully belonged to us.

Years of lies, deceits,

the horrible unfairness of it all.

I'm sorry.

You don't give a damn for us. You never did.

Let that slut give you sympathy, you'll get nothing from us.

Cathy...

I didn't mean to hurt you or your mum.

Don't you talk to me! You're not a father! You're nothing!

Don't you ever talk to me again!

MUSIC: 'Petite Fleur' by Acker Bilk

Well, what a picture!

I'm a man of substance now, Mr Blaketon.

So mind your manners!

- Come through, Steve. - Thanks.

Liz, the bag you found the night of the burglary,

we need a written statement from you. We already have Ben's.

I'll drop by the station later on and give it to you.

- Thanks. - What's happened?

We've arrested Mr Elder.

It seems he was behind the burglary.

Mr Elder? Why would he do it?

He needed the money. He had another woman and child in Whitby.

So it's all out in the open.

I wonder why Mrs Elder didn't do something about it before.

How do you mean?

It's public knowledge, so you may as well know.

Mrs Elder's known about that woman for months now.

She told me so herself.

PHONE RINGS

I'd better get that.

See yourself out, will you, Steve?

So, how much did he leave me?

I'm sure you'll find it all worthwhile.

Let's hope so.

Great-uncle Norm was a loser in life.

Let's hope he managed it better when he turned his clogs up.

Mr Bullen was a fine man.

I knew him for many years.

I don't doubt you did.

But it's my interests I've come here to discuss.

It's a bequest, Mr Parker. Not cash,

but something very valuable, nonetheless.

So, where is it?

We're waiting for your brother. Reginald, your twin.

Reginald is your co-beneficiary, Mr Parker.

You mean I have to share my inheritance

with that low-life brother of mine?

Those are the terms of the will.

You can discuss it with Reginald. He's on his way here now.

If Mrs Elder knew about the woman and kid in Whitby,

this changes everything.

It raises the question of whether Mrs Elder set her husband up.

So let's just see what we've got...

The burglary. I was never very happy.

STEVE: Why leave valuable stuff and just take junk?

The lack of intruder fingerprints didn't add up either.

But let's say for the moment it was meant to draw attention to Mr Elder.

Well, he didn't have an alibi for that night. He can't reveal why.

Makes us suspicious. We look a little closer

and see straight away he's got money problems.

PHIL: It all fits, Sarge.

If it was Mrs Elder

who dumped that bag, it would have to have been her car.

But the stolen medals were found in Mrs Weston's car.

They must have been planted.

In which case Mrs Elder would need a spare set of keys.

Bellamy, get on to that garage in Whitby

and find out if they issued a second set.

Right, Sarge.

Mrs Elder also claimed that her husband pressured her

into cashing in in an endowment policy.

Mr Elder denied it.

He was also completely thrown when we found the receipt

for the new Triumph in his car.

Another possible plant,

this time to point us in the direction of Whitby and Mrs Weston.

If this is all true, she must really hate him.

Of that, I have no doubt, Crane.

But for the moment all the rest of it is just one big "if".

Well, well, well. A home from home, eh?

Oscar, that must be Winston.

Look at the state of him!

Chiselling, conniving tight-wad!

Who invited him here?

We did. Same as we invited you.

OSCAR: On behalf of Mrs Aves.

And who are you, when you're not in your box?

Somebody you don't want to mess with, Mr Parker.

Now, try to keep it civil, gents.

And who asked for your opinion?

We're here for a purpose. So let's go and get this over with.

So where are we going now?

Yes, where are we going now?

To see your inheritance.

OK. Thank you.

The garage at Whitby, Sarge.

A spare key for Mrs Weston's Triumph

was ordered and collected two weeks ago.

And who ordered it?

A woman claiming to be Mr Elder's secretary,

though the description fits Mrs Elder to a tee.

You both gave the Elder house a thorough search, yes?

The works, Sarge.

We're assuming Mrs Elder set this up alone.

- What if she had an accomplice? - Who?

Ben and Liz saw the car the night the stuff was dumped.

Yeah, the holdall was dumped as the car passed them.

Could you drive a car, open the passenger door, dump a heavy bag,

all without slowing down?

There has to be a passenger.

Cathy.

I'm very happy to welcome the Parker twins here today.

Thanks to Oscar and Alf,

I can discharge the instructions of my client, the late Norman Bullen.

So what did the old ratbag leave me?

The bulk of Mr Bullen's estate went to his near relatives,

which leaves the bequest itself to be shared by both brothers equally.

You've already searched the house!

Just doing our job, Mrs Elder.

Where's he going?

To search Cathy's room.

You can't go in there! My daughter has nothing to do with this!

We have a search warrant, Mrs Elder.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING UP THE STAIRS

This is absolutely outrageous!

Hold on.

That's my daughter's diary!

Open it.

Whatever you think, it was worth it.

That man deserved everything he got. And more.

And what about Cathy? Do you think she deserved to be involved in this?

CHUCKLES

Reginald with that car? Look at him!

What earthly use would it be to a riff-raff scruff like him?

I'll have my half, even if I have to saw it in two!

What about you, Mr Parker? Do you want the car?

I might do. I am a car dealer, after all...

Then he can buy my half.

What?! Give him my hard-earned cash?

It's the only possible solution, if you want the car.

It's an out-of-date old banger.

No real use to man or beast.

How much would he want?

I've got the catalogue price here.

There you go. Very rare model, only five of them made.

One of them an actual winner at Brands Hatch. Five and a half grand.

Worth a lot more today. That's a very old catalogue.

A right little mister know-all, aren't you?

Could always put it on the open market.

All right! I heard you the first time.

I'll give him two grand,

take it or leave it.

It's a deal!

He pays before the car leaves this garage.

Our mother nursed a bloodsucking viper!

CHUCKLES MOCKINGLY

You always were a loser, Reginald.

LAUGHS

Took him for two grand! Happy days!

What will you do with the money?

First order of business,

an appointment with mine host across the road.

Thanks for your help, Mr Scripps.

A pleasure. That client of yours, Mrs Aves,

what was his line of business?

He was a precision engineer.

Thought so.

A man with a good sense of humour too, I reckon.

Wonderful sense of humour. How could you know?

Just a guess.

I'll see you before I leave, Mr Scripps. Thanks again for your help.

What's that all about? All that sense of humour stuff?

I took a good look at that car, David.

It was perfect down to the very last detail.

A perfect, beautiful... fake.

Winston will be lucky to sell it for more than a thousand.

Goodbye, Alf. Tell your sergeant

Chief Constable Morrison will be in touch with him.

Oh, that'll make his day(!)

I'll see you back at the pub, Oscar.

It's a pity you can't stay longer.

A pity about a lot of things.

The life we lead, the different roads we travel.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

Thank you for making my stay very special, Oscar.

Been a pleasure.