14x01 - Money, Money, Money

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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: 'No Time To Live' by Traffic

♪ So often I have seen

♪ That big wheel of fortune

♪ Spinning for the man who holds the ace

♪ There's many that would change their places for him

♪ But none of them

♪ Have ever seen his lonely face

♪ Something is happening to me day by day

♪ My pebble on the beach is getting washed away

♪ I've given everything that was mine to give

♪ And now I'll turn around and find

♪ That there's no time to live ♪

DOGS BARK

So, the dogs woke you up.

You saw the fire.

You found this, but you saw no one.

I don't need to see anyone to know who's behind this.

No?

I hire this machinery out to other farmers.

If it doesn't work, they go elsewhere.

There's only one other place you can go around here.

Yeah, Ken Dixon's yard in Ashfordly.

You're not suggesting he was behind this?

I would've thought that were obvious.

Now, hang on. Have you any evidence for that?

Ever since he opened there's been trouble.

Muscling in on my business, claiming to offer cheaper deals.

That's just competition. There's nothing criminal in that.

Doesn't mean he'd set fire to your equipment.

No? Who else'd do it, then?

I'll tell you something, lad. If you lot don't sort him out,

I will.

Looks like arson, Sarge.

He reckons it was his competitor.

Ken Dixon?

Have you spoken to him?

No, I thought I'd better get back here first,

with us being short-handed.

Imagine. Two days ago,

Jenny and I were gazing over a clear blue sea

to the Cuillin Hills of Skye.

BELLAMY: You had a good break, then?

Well, after the tragedy of losing Steve Crane,

it was a chance to get away, take stock,

look at our own lives for a bit.

And here I am, back to reality with a bump.

A mountain of paperwork, manpower shortages

and boring farm contractors.

Clive Formby's place is on the Aidensfield patch, isn't it?

Yeah. Erm, Steve's replacement's due any time, isn't he?

He reports for duty tomorrow.

Well, shall I pass this on to him, then?

He already has a large backlog to pick up on.

Look, Sarge, people in the village have been asking about the new PC.

I don't have a name to give them, haven't seen general orders.

Never mind that. There's nobody here to man the radio or the phones.

Is Ventress no longer gracing us with his presence?

No. He's taking the day off to plumb in Mrs V's new twin tub.

Oh, is he indeed?

♪ MUSIC: 'Yeh, Yeh' by Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames

♪ Every evening when all my day's work is through

♪ I call my baby and ask her what shall we do

♪ I mention movies but she don't seem to dig that

♪ And then she asks me why don't I come to her flat?

♪ And have some supper and let the evening pass by

♪ By playing records besides a groovy hi-fi... ♪

What it is to be in demand, eh?

LAUGHS

He practically begged me to down tools and go in.

"As soon as you can, Alf. It'll be really appreciated."

You wasted no time responding, then.

I don't dance to his tunes anymore.

Besides, I wanted to come and see my old mate.

Not bad, these grapes.

I wouldn't know. I haven't had one yet.

Back to form, I see, Oscar.

I'm as fit as a fiddle. Any idea when I can get out of here?

That'll be up to your consultant to decide.

I'm just here to discuss the charity run

for the new dialysis machine.

But I'll pop back later and have a chat.

Well, I'd better be going.

Merton obviously can't do without me.

OSCAR LAUGHS

Oh, any news on the new copper?

No.

Hey, you're slipping, Alf.

There was a time you'd have had his life history by now.

Oh, yeah. He arrives tomorrow.

I'll get his measure soon enough. Enjoy your grapes.

Hm. Thanks a bunch.

I've bookings months ahead. We're doing really well.

Well, Clive Formby reckons that you're struggling,

and you're doing everything you can to take business away from him.

Good old Clive. First he tried stopping my planning permission.

Then I was stealing customers.

Now I'm torching his machinery!

So, you know nothing about this?

Course not.

Clive's machinery's like him,

clapped out.

Maybe you should look closer to home.

He'll pick up a tidy sum on insurance.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

Ken Dixon.

Sorry, Liz. I need a breather.

I am so unfit! Could've done with a longer break.

You enjoyed it, though?

It was just what we needed.

My lovely husband wined and dined me every night,

brought me full breakfast in bed.

No wonder you're out of condition!

- Sorry! - It's OK.

I've got to stop anyway. I've a patient to see.

Old Gilbert Percy.

They're making him go into a home, aren't they?

He doesn't want to, but his place is so badly run down.

I don't suppose you want to help with some painting and decorating?

VERNON: Morning, ladies!

Keeping fit, I see!

Morning, Vernon!

Are you entering the charity run for the hospital?

Oh, I'm built for comfort, not for speed, Jenny.

But you know me and charity.

I'm not backward in coming forward.

- Oh, of course you're not! - I mean I'm no runner,

but anything else I can do to help, don't hesitate to ask.

Actually, now that you mention it, Vernon,

there is a charitable task you might help me with.

Mr Percy's rather frail. He wants to stay here,

but there's concern about the state of the place.

As you can see, it's in need of renovation and refurbishment.

Yeah.

Could do with a good lick of paint as well.

LIZ: If it gets any worse, he's gonna have to go into a home.

Hell of a lot of work here, Doctor.

I know. And...

Mr Percy can't afford to pay.

Which is where I thought

your charitable disposition might come in.

MR PERCY: Oh!

You are supposed to be in bed, Mr Percy, not down here!

Who are these?

Volunteers, to help clean up.

I've nothing to pay them with.

This is David and this is Vernon.

Vernon? "My cousin Vernon, welcome, by my soul!"

Shakespeare, Henry IV Part .

"It is not well that you and I should meet under such terms."

I don't think we can help, Doctor.

I mean, we've no experience of painting and decorating.

Yes, we have!

We did the doctor's surgery for her.

It was a lovely job.

What I meant was, we're not proper painters and decorators.

Oh, no. No, but we have done it before, though.

You have promised me, Vernon, that when it comes to helping people,

you are never backward about coming forward.

"There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune."

LAUGHS

Thought you could do with this. The phone's hardly stopped.

Phil called, to say he's got nowhere with Ken Dixon.

He's taken the petrol can to the garage

to see if Bernie can remember filling it.

Sounds like a long shot to me.

Jenny rang. Can she put your name down for the hospital charity run?

Where does she think I'm gonna get the time?

And, a Mrs Watson from Aidensfield called.

Her neighbour's away.

Some shady character stayed in the empty house there last night.

And what makes her say he was shady?

Oh, "Thought he looked the criminal type."

"Arrived last night. He was wandering about with a fuel can."

For goodness' sake, Ventress! We had an arson last night!

That could be important!

Contact Bellamy and get him round to her straight away.

I've already passed the information on to him, Sergeant.

I was in the job for some time, you know?

♪ Gonna find her

♪ I'm gonna find her

♪ I'm gonna find her, yeah... ♪

David, you're wasting your time!

We got shot of all that paint stuff ages ago!

I'm sorry, Doctor. I don't think we can help.

Well, couldn't we buy some paint?

I mean, you always know how to get things cheaply, and I'd chip in.

Oh, no. I mean, the cost of decorating stuff these days

is very high.

DAVID: Mr Vernon!

It were dark, so I can't say for certain it were that particular can.

Well,

could you give me his description?

I got a good look this morning.

Reckon I know him.

It were Bobby Walker, Jake Walker's lad.

Jake Walker?

Oh, a bad sort. Left the area several years ago.

Should have been sent to prison.

Bobby would have been about , then.

But I reckon it were him. The spitting image of his dad.

Don't tell me you're still here.

PC Ventress, isn't it? I'd have thought you'd have retired by now.

Good heavens. Bobby Walker.

I prefer Rob to Bobby these days.

What can I do for you?

You've not been causing any trouble, I hope.

You can make him a cup of tea for a start.

PC Walker's our man in Aidensfield. Glad to meet you, Robert.

PC Walker?

Oh, steady on, Oscar.

- Remember your condition. - Are you telling me

the son of one of the most slippery villains

in Aidensfield is our copper?

It beggars belief!

Well, I couldn't believe it myself.

Oh, now I've heard everything.

I know standards have dropped since our day, Alf,

but this takes the biscuit.

Recruiting now from the criminal fraternity!

Well, Bobby was never a criminal himself, Oscar.

I mean, he'd never have joined with a record.

He may not have a record, but he was a lying little so-and-so.

He gave his dad a false alibi

and got him off a very serious robbery charge,

just before the family upped sticks and cleared out of the area!

And now he's back, in uniform,

a copper? It's unbelievable!

Oh, you're looking very pale tonight, Vernon.

- We're not poorly, are we? - DAVID: No!

That's paint. We've been decorating Gilbert Percy's place.

As well as Vernon's face, you mean?

You can laugh.

My back's k*lling me.

He's barmy, that old man.

Kept wanting me to read Shakespeare to him.

We were there till gone six!

Oh, with him lying through his teeth,

we never had enough evidence to get his dad into court.

Jake just sneered at me when he walked free.

I'll never forgive Bobby for that.

Rob. He likes to be called Rob now.

Oh, does he?

Well, he certainly robbed me of a conviction.

Local copper or not, he won't be welcome in the Aidensfield Arms,

I'm telling you that.

Oh, steady on, Oscar.

I mean, let's give the lad a chance.

I'm sorry, Alf. I'm going to tell Gina,

if he shows his face in there, he's not to be served.

I gather from Alf that you lived in the village as a lad?

Yeah. I came down a day early to get a feel for the place again.

And?

An old mate lets me stay in his empty house.

A neighbour spots me going inside with a paraffin can for the stove.

Next thing I know, I'm prime suspect in an arson case on my own patch!

Gina?

Can I pin one of these up here?

- Just put it by the door, Ben. - Thanks.

We're still £ , short of the target,

not that people here aren't very generous when it comes to charity.

Oh, we are, Doctor. But at what cost?

I mean, I won't be able to do any more.

I've done my back in, haven't I, David?

Well, I did most of the work.

All he did was,

he went in, sat down and drank tea

and read Shakespeare stuff to Gilbert.

It was a very uncomfortable chair!

I'm in agony! Look!

Don't strip off yet, Vernon.

The run's not till Saturday.

Have a nice rest and you'll be fine.

I am relying on you, Vernon.

- Yeah, we both are. Come on. - Ta-ra.

Liz? Liz Merrick?

Rob Walker. Our new PC in the police house.

I'm the local GP. Good to meet you.

- And you. - And this is Ben Norton.

He's the land agent on the Ashfordly estate.

- Hi. - Hello.

Liz and I are organising a charity run for the hospital on Saturday.

- Can I put your name down? - I'll be on duty, unfortunately.

Well, never mind. Excuse us.

Attractive woman. Lucky man.

Local boy or not, I think it's going to take you a while

to find out who's who.

This couple, for instance.

He's well-to-do in council planning, I think.

Rob, mate!

- Great to see you! - All right, mate!

Sharon.

Hello, Rob.

Oh, Phil, this is Craig and Sharon Buckley,

some old friends of mine.

How do you do? I was trying to show him the ropes,

but he knows more people than I do.

Listen, I'll leave you guys to catch up.

We got your letter.

A policeman, eh?

Incredible! You've done well.

So have you, Mr Town Planner!

Not bad for a couple of snotty-nosed kids.

Hey, I took a look down our old terraced street this morning.

Hey, we're semi-detached these days.

You're coming for a meal tomorrow. We won't take no for an answer.

Love to.

Of all the coppers in the county,

I thought he'd be the last they'd send to Aidensfield.

Why? He knows the area.

And that could be useful.

Well, the area knows him! Jake Walker was notorious.

No one in the village had a good word for him!

Well, Rob met a couple of friends last night.

Nice, well-to-do people,

and they seemed pleased enough to see him.

Well, they might have been.

But lots of others might not.

KNOCKING

So, it's true.

We've a convicted criminal's son for a bobby.

Mr Formby. What can I do for you?

I were told to bring details of arson damage,

for the insurance claim.

- Thank you very much, Mrs Leghorn. - Thank you.

Is that it for surgery?

GROANS

David?

I...

I'm having a bit of trouble touching my toes, Doctor.

Jenny said that I had to be fit and in good health.

David wants to enter the charity run.

I heard you say last night you wanted some more runners.

Well, sponsors and that.

Well, I don't see why you can't.

You look as fit as some of the other runners we've got.

Really?

Oh, right!

I better get practising, then!

Your insurance company can contact us if they like.

That's the crime number there.

I'll get nothing like the replacement value.

Still, as there's no danger of your lot charging Ken Dixon,

it's all the recompense I can hope for.

We're not sure who's responsible yet.

We're still pursuing enquiries.

I had little enough faith in police before.

I've none at all now.

BERNARD: Dr Merrick's been on the phone.

- Ah. What does she want? - She wants to know

if you're gonna finish what you started,

Gilbert Percy's place.

Where's David?

He can sort it out.

He's out training for that charity run.

Then I've got work for him.

SIGHS

I went through all this yesterday.

I'm the officer taking over the case.

I don't seem to have a record of where you were

at the time of the arson attack.

In bed, asleep, with my wife.

Ask her.

We ran a bar in Spain before we came here.

Spain to here. Bit of a change.

My wife's not happy with the Yorkshire weather, I can tell you.

PHONE RINGS Is that all?

PHONE CONTINUES

Yeah, I think so.

Ken Dixon.

Yeah. Just a minute.

Hm.

KEN: Look, I said I need time.

MUSIC: 'Sentimental Journey' by Acker Bilk

KNOCKING

Oh!

For crying out loud!

I'm never going to get done if you keep knocking, Mr Percy.

Vernon, I must hear you read the part again.

Your Hotspur speech yesterday couldn't have been bettered

by Sir Larry himself.

Oh, really?

Well, I did my best.

You are blessed with a classic speaking voice.

Start there.

"My liege, I did..."

"My liege, I did deny no prisoners."

"But I remember, when the fight was done..."

Ken Dixon may have money problems.

I saw some bills, heard a phone call.

He was playing for time on a debt.

Doesn't prove he committed arson.

How's Clive Formby taking it?

Any danger he might retaliate?

He's not a happy man, but I reckon he's law-abiding at heart.

Well, let's hope so.

Must be odd, being back round here.

Did you ask for the posting?

No.

There've been some changes. Oscar Blaketon owns the pub now.

Old Sergeant Blaketon?

How is he?

Well, he's had a sort of heart thing recently,

but he's recovering well.

He remembers you. Not fondly, I'm afraid.

Better stay out of his pub, then, I guess.

His first birthday.

Aw!

Luke Buckley, eh? Yeah.

You must be very proud.

Aye, we've not done badly.

Nor have you, Rob, when you think where we started.

Aye. The only silver spoon in my mouth

was the one my dad nicked on a burglary.

ALL LAUGH

BABY CRIES

I'll go.

No, no, no. My turn. Excuse me, Rob.

Glad you're here, Rob. Really glad.

That was our first holiday abroad.

I told her we were going to Scotland

and I surprised her with Spain.

LAUGHS I had all the wrong clothes packed!

You got married, didn't you, Rob?

Yeah. It didn't work out.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Being a copper's wife's not for everyone.

MAN: Oi!

How much was in there?

quid.

I'd just got it out of the bank.

Your night watchman's still unconscious.

I don't know, putting a man in hospital for quid, eh?

Maybe he mistook him for me.

Clive Formby wouldn't mind putting me in hospital.

He's made actual threats.

Clive Formby wouldn't do a thing like that.

Well, apparently he was in the pub last night,

and he said with Rob Walker in the police house,

there's no chance of justice for anyone.

Well, after a few drinks, who knows?

Ah. Well, people need a policeman they can trust.

He should never have been sent here in the first place.

DOG BARKS

What are you doing?

It's for the dial...

It's that machine thingy.

It's no good. I can't let 'em down.

I'll have to get fit.

Get yourself smartened up! I need you driving.

We've got a funeral in half an hour.

I haven't been for my run yet!

Look at the state of you!

Vernon will have to do it. Where is he?

Oh, I don't know. He was working really late last night,

and out before I was this morning.

GASPS

"Tut, never fear me. I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream."

- "I say..." - BOTH: "To steal cream indeed!"

"For thy theft

has already made thee butter!"

BOTH LAUGH

You know it all off by heart,

this Henry IV Part , don't you?

It's a wonderful play.

Such characters. Falstaff,

Harry, Bardolph,

and best of all, Harry Hotspur Percy.

You like him because he's got the same name.

Not just the same name...

STRUGGLES TO BREATHE

Take it easy, Gilbert.

SHARON: 'Craig was so pleased when he heard you were coming back.'

It was good to see him as well. And you.

'Just think, if your family hadn't moved away,

who knows what may have happened?'

I only took you to the pictures, twice.

You and Craig were always meant for each other.

I guess so.

You're wondering why I phoned?

'It's always nice to hear from you.'

Craig's away on Council business this evening.

'Something's bothering me, Rob.'

'I'd really value your advice.'

'Could you drop over?'

BELL RINGS

Right, I'll let him know.

Hang on, he's here now.

Sarge, that's Phil.

The night watchman's come round. He knows his attacker.

Yes, Bellamy? What have you got? Over.

Well, he's sure it's Len Bowler.

He's got a record as long as your arm.

'And he's used v*olence before. Over.'

Lives on the estate, doesn't he? Over.

Yeah. Shall I pick him up, Sarge? Over.

'Yes, do that.'

But be careful. Out.

Call Walker at the police house. Tell him to stand by as backup.

BREATHES WITH DIFFICULTY

It's a lot of fuss over nothing.

I'm fine!

I'm afraid you're not, Mr Percy.

You need to be in hospital.

I don't want to go to hospital.

Stuck in a some ward with a lot of old people, waiting to die.

I mean, we did up the place, so he could stay here, didn't we?

It's too risky now.

You were lucky Vernon was here. Next time, you might be on your own.

And we can't risk that.

Doctor. Could I have a word?

Panda One to Control.

VENTRESS: 'Control receiving. Over.'

Bowler's wife says she's thrown him out.

Reckons he's seeing some woman in Jubilee Street.

'Over.'

You better go over there, Phil.

Let's bring this guy in. Over.

'Will do, Sarge. Over and out.'

He hates the idea of dying in hospital.

He wants to be in his own house, his own bed.

He needs looking after.

I couldn't even consider the idea of him living on his own now.

I'll look after him. Stay with him.

Are you sure?

MUSIC: 'Rollin' And Tumblin'' by Cream

BELLAMY: 'Panda One to Control.'

Control receiving. Over.

'I've spotted Bowler. I'm going after him.'

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...

SIRENS

BELLAMY: 'I've lost him, Alf.'

'He's heading up towards the Aidensfield Road.'

He's lost him.

Yes, Ventress. I heard that.

Call Walker. Tell him Bowler is heading his way.

Bellamy? You follow for backup. Out.

WALKER: Hey! Whoa!

♪ We were rollin' and tumblin'

♪ Right the whole night long

♪ When I woke up this morning, baby

♪ All I had was gone

♪ Well, I rolled my baby

♪ She's going to jump and shout

♪ Well, I rolled my baby

♪ She's going to jump and shout

♪ When that train rolls up, boys

♪ I'm gonna come walking on home

♪ Well, I didn't have time, boys

♪ To bid my baby farewell ♪

Huh. Well done, Rob.

WALKER: Hold it there.

What you doing here?

My wife kicked me out. I'm sleeping rough.

What are you burning?

It's called a fire. It keeps you warm.

Mr Bowler, I presume?

Get lost, Constable.

Leonard Bowler, I'm arresting you on suspicion of aggravated burglary.

What burglary?

Come on.

The night watchman recognised you.

He got it wrong. I wasn't there.

Then how come some of the money missing from the safe

was found in your shelter?

We checked the serial numbers at the bank.

Ken Dixon withdrew them.

It was me. I didn't mean to hit that bloke.

SIGHS

Why did you choose Ken Dixon's yard?

Did somebody put you up to it? - No.

Do you know a contractor called Clive Formby?

No.

You were burning something on that fire.

What were you destroying?

Right. I'm charging you with aggravated burglary.

As you said, Craig and I seem meant for each other.

We've had a great marriage, we really have,

but, some time ago, he started to become secretive,

keep things to himself.

Not an affair or anything like that.

What, then?

His work.

At first, he'd always discuss that with me.

His problems, whatever.

He doesn't now. He just clams up. Keeps things to himself.

Before he got this position here,

he was assistant district surveyor in Durham.

He got a promotion

cos there'd been mass sackings in the department

after a planning scandal.

I remember something about that in the papers.

You're not saying Craig was involved?

Good heavens, no.

Craig's as honest as they come.

No, he got a promotion, in fact, cos he hadn't been involved,

but it was around that time he became reluctant to discuss things.

That was a few years ago.

What's worrying you now?

Something's wrong.

A letter arrived today, hand delivery.

He looked really shaken,

locked it away in his desk.

Why didn't you just come straight out and ask him about the letter?

I did. He won't discuss it.

I need to know what's going on.

Well, there's Craig.

Who are the others?

No idea.

I don't even know when this was taken.

"Nice try, but as you see, I do have another set of prints."

I don't understand.

Well, looks like blackmail.

LABOURED BREATHING

Morning, Gilbert!

GASPS Nice cup of tea.

Oh, you're a good lad.

Did you sleep all right on the couch?

Well, actually, my back...

Like a dream, Gilbert.

Like a dream.

Good. Good.

Bowler's made a statement.

He's admitted the break-in, the theft and the as*ault.

He's saying he broke in for the cash?

What else would he be after?

Well, when I caught up with him, he'd been burning something.

- Like what? - I don't know.

Something from the safe, perhaps.

I'd like to question him again, Sarge.

No. He's admitted the charges. He's in the magistrates' court on Monday.

And I have a charity run to attend now

or I'm in trouble with my wife. Excuse me.

Are you sure David's up to all this, Doctor?

I'll keep an eye on him. He'll be fine.

I hope so. He's pall-bearing on Monday.

The deceased was over stone.

Thanks, Bernie. Right, then!

On your marks,

get set,

Go! FIRES p*stol

Nothing much happening.

If I were you, I'd go and watch that charity run.

It's on your patch, after all.

Do you remember a corruption case, a few years back?

Durham planning office?

Aye. A bent property developer, Bill C. Jones.

He was caught bribing planners

and surveyors, and sticking up substandard housing.

Do you know what happened to him?

Well, he was charged,

and then he jumped bail.

He went to Spain, so he could avoid being extradited.

It was a mucky business all round.

Hm.

Oh, by the way, Oscar Blaketon's getting bored in hospital.

Oh, yeah?

Well, if you want to make a go of being the Aidensfield bobby,

you could do worse than pay him a visit.

Pour oil on some troubled waters.

I'll think about it.

"Oh, I could prophesy,

but that the earthy and cold hand of death lies on my tongue."

"No, Percy."

"Thou art dust, and food for..."

It's a bit downbeat, this, Gilbert.

Do you fancy a nice cup of tea?

Go on.

The next line.

"...for worms. Pray for Percy."

"Farewell, great heart."

You're a good lad, Vernon.

Now go to the phone box,

and call that nice doctor.

MUSIC: 'Into White' by Cat Stevens

♪ I built my house

♪ From barley rice...

- You made it! - Have you seen Liz?

"Oh, well done, Jenny! You're going great g*ns!"

There's an emergency. One of her patients. Gilbert Percy.

♪ Windows of light

♪ And everything emptying Into white

♪ A simple garden...

You'll get no more out of me.

♪ With acres of sky

♪ A brown-haired dogmouse

♪ If one dropped by

♪ Yellow Delanie

♪ Would sleep well at night

♪ With everything emptying

♪ Into white ♪

You can leave me to it now, Vernon.

Do you need anything,

hot water, or...

Why not make us a nice cup of tea?

WALKER: You and Bill C. Jones, right?

So, you were involved in that scandal.

My head of department

asked me to co-sign an application without checking it.

I got an envelope with a £ bonus. That was all.

So, you knowingly accepted a bribe?

When was this taken?

Sharon and I won a free holiday for two in Spain.

I didn't know it was a fix-up by a travel agent pal of Jones.

When we got there, we were invited to a barbecue at his villa.

Sharon was ill. I went on my own.

Jones said he wanted to thank me for services rendered.

Apparently that form I signed had made him a lot of money.

So, who took the photo? Ken Dixon?

It was his wife, actually.

They ran a beach bar and were guests at the villa.

She was just taking party snaps.

When did you realise she'd snapped you?

A few months ago,

Dixon came into the office with a planning application for his yard,

and said my face looked familiar.

He realised he'd seen it in one of his wife's photos.

She'd caught a local planning officer on holiday

with a crooked property developer.

So, he started to blackmail you?

You knew he kept the negs in his safe,

and hired Bowler to steal and destroy them,

only to find Dixon had another set of prints?

He likes a good strong cup of tea, does Gil...

He's gone, hasn't he?

He died a couple of minutes ago.

It was very peaceful.

He was a lovely old fella.

Well read.

It's been a privilege to know him.

He asked me to give you this,

to thank you for reading to him

and letting him pass away in his own bed.

He said you deserved it.

He kept it under his mattress!

There's over £ in there.

You must've paid Bowler quite a bit to keep quiet and take the rap.

I had to, Rob or he would've milked me forever.

He's a nasty piece of work.

He even set fire to one of his competitor's machinery.

How do you know that?

He boasted to me that he'd done it.

Look, Rob, if those prints are destroyed,

there's nothing to link me to any of this.

Dixon knows, of course, but his word won't count for much.

And he won't want to go down for blackmail.

The night watchman, he's OK.

And Len Bowler's been well paid to do a bit of time inside.

You're asking me to ignore this?

I've a one-year-old kid and a wife.

They need me, Rob.

I did one, one small thing wrong, years ago,

and I regret it deeply.

We go back a long way. Kids from the same street.

If this comes out, I'm ruined.

You lied in the past for your dad. Let this one go for me, eh?

Take the money if you want. I'd rather you had it than Dixon.

Come on, what do you say, mate?

All these years you've known me.

You don't know me at all.

You're under arrest, Craig,

for being an accomplice to the burglary at Dixon's.

Other charges may follow for you and for him.

I wanted to see you.

You've got a nerve, coming in here.

You lied for your father.

You kept him out of prison.

Yes.

But I didn't do it for him.

I did it for my mother,

a decent, hard-working woman, who'd had a terrible life.

She had cancer.

She was dying.

If he'd gone to prison,

my kid sisters would have been taken into care.

She begged for my help.

She just wanted one last chance to give her family a new start.

We moved away.

She organised everything.

Even got my dad a proper job.

Kept him at it.

And every day, she battled through real pain for her family.

She died inside a year.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

You know, I hated lying for him.

I vowed, never again.

And I wanted to make amends for his life of crime.

That's why I joined the police.

It hurt me to lie to you,

because you were always a man I'd admired.

You upheld the law, rather than broke it.

I wanted to be like you.

You know, you once said to me,

"Whatever anyone has done wrong, lad,

it's better to face the truth than hide behind a lie."

Hm. I still believe that.

And so do I,

however painful the consequences.

It's good to see you, Mr Blaketon.

I wish you a speedy recovery.

Thanks, lad.

Hey, Rob.

When I get out of here,

as our new local copper,

why don't you come into my pub.

I'll buy you a pint.

I'd like that very much.

Thank you.

Right, then, everybody!

Everyone who started, finished.

So, congratulations to you all.

And the grand total raised for the cause

was £ , nine shillings and seven pence.

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That seven pence is my sponsorship from Mr Vernon.

LAUGHTER

Every bit counts. And we need to keep it up.

Because we've done well, but we're still short of the target.

Oh, no, you're not.

I'm upping David's sponsorship.

Here's £ for the charity.

This is extraordinarily generous, Vernon!

On one condition.

The dialysis unit has a plaque on it with a name dedication.

Whatever you say.

Would "The Vernon Scripps Unit" be OK?

No, my noble lady, 'twould not.

But "The Gilbert Percy Unit" would be most acceptable.

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