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Harvey, why do you miss when my favorite kisses me?

Harvey, why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

One of these days, and it won't be long,

you're going to search for me, and down the road I'm going,

because I believe.

Oh, yes, I believe.

I believe.

Paul Adams turned over last night.

How long, Hans? Thousands of pounds worth of booze, lifted.

Well, didn't anyone hear the alarm?

It goes off like World War III, that job. It was nobbled. I reckon it was an

inside job, Alf.

Oh, first I thought someone might be after that old racehorse of mine again,

he's safe and sound.

Anyone see what could have made these tracks?

No, but one of the tenants had a lorry moving about the estate, so he called me

up. What time was this?

Oh, shortly after midnight.

And what other livestock do you have on the estate?

Just sheep.

A few hundred or so. We'll be counting them later today.

Control to Delta Alpha 2 -4. Excuse me, sir.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 receiving.

I want you here, Rowan.

Right, Sarge. Just as soon as I can. I mean right now.

Over and out.

Well, it seems I'm needy back at the station, sir.

If there are sheep rustlers around, it might be worth putting somebody on

at night. But who?

I've had to lay off all the essential staff.

Well, that might be what attracted your visitors.

Yes.

Well, goodbye, sir.

OK, Rowan. Thank you.

We've got trucks and vans coming and going every working day.

Burger alarms in perfect working order, sir.

Are you sure it was switched on last night, sir?

Yes. I did so myself.

Do you know the value of what's been stolen yet, sir?

Could be £10 ,000 or more.

I want a detailed report on all this, Rowan. Deliveries, pick -ups, statements

from the staff, including an account of their whereabouts last night. And

venture it from you, I want a statement on the security aspect.

And, Rowan, this investigation will be your number one priority.

Right, Sergeant.

I'll expect your report on my desk in the morning.

First thing.

Just my luck.

I'm supposed to take Joe out tonight.

Oh, it's a bit of a letdown for me, too.

Yeah, why's that?

Well, I was hoping that we'd meet for a drink tonight, after work, like.

Well, you heard what he said.

I'd better get on with that report.

Well, it'll have to wait, then, won't it?

If it's important enough.

Oh, no.

It'll hold.

I'll see you at the Aidensfield Arms when you come off duty.

Well, if you're sure.

Business?

A bit of both, really.

I just wanted to say we can't go out tonight.

You've had a better offer.

Well, if I start now, I might just finish the report break at once by

I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight.

Well, only if we can't go out.

Not that we can't see each other.

Supper's almost ready.

All right, thanks.

Thank Eileen.

All I did was turn the oven on.

I was reading that.

Well, it's only a list of stolen booze.

No ordinary booze, Nick.

You're a wine expert now, eh?

I used to spend my summers picking grapes in France. You learn a thing or

Such as?

Chateau Ikem, Chateau Lafite.

Your thieves have the very best taste in wine.

Excuse me?

Aidensfield Police.

Hello?

Hello?

PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

Nick, it's Alf.

Hello, Alf.

I'm sorry I missed you at the pub.

Something came up.

Was everything all right?

Fine.

I'll see you then.

This must be a big case if you're all putting in extra time.

Blaketon's orders. I think it's time to impress HQ.

Brownie point for you too?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Where do you move on to after Adenfield?

I hadn't really thought about it.

Why? I was just wondering.

Well, I'd given up planning too far ahead.

Why? What's wrong with what I do here?

Nothing's wrong with it.

But? Well, there must come a time when it stops being a challenge.

Well, no, no.

It is still a challenge.

Anyway, I like it here.

Morning, my lord.

I hope you realise it's illegal to shoot people, my lord, even on your own land.

And I'm not doing anything wrong. I mean, I was just, well, rambling.

Yes, you are, Greengrass. Enter the back.

The casks were bought by customers at the estates and laid to a bottle

here according to their specifications.

Did Pollard's bottle the rest of the wine stored here?

No. All the state bottles.

The stolen items were still in their original cartons.

Port, marked to show where the sediment lies.

And are these a label?

They never are.

Not until they leave the premises.

The humidity in here destroys labels, which is rather puzzling.

Nothing can be publicly sold without authentic labels.

Not if the idea is to profit from their quality and rarity of value.

Well, the stuff they took, how rare is it, Mr Loftus?

Rare as rocking horse droppings, Mr Rowan.

You admit this is game, poach, from my estate?

It's not really poach, my lord. I mean, that cock pheasant flew into a tree and

it dropped at my feet. It wasn't any point leaving it.

They attract vermin. And the hen committed suicide with the help of a

shotgun. Shotgun? The one hidden in your inner pocket.

The rabbit? Fair enough.

But poaching my game birds, Greengrass, is not acceptable.

I can prosecute.

What do you mean, persecute?

Or give you the chance to redeem yourself.

What do you mean? Pay compensation in cash?

Compensation in kind.

Your service is to keep intruders off this estate at night.

Unpaid, of course.

Morning, Al.

Sorry about last night, Nick.

What was the problem?

You'll have to wait.

I got the impression it was urgent.

Well,

it's sort of personal.

It's not the time or place.

So when shall we talk?

I'll let you know. Best get in.

Security check all staff off the premises at night.

Mr Loftus and two of the senior people actually lock up.

Anyone missing from the security list? A few of the warehouse staff.

I've established one of them is on holiday. The other, Brian Harper, took

emergency leave to visit relatives in London. Cheers, Phil.

When? The day the raid took place.

I want a statement from him as soon as possible.

Yeah, his wife is due back tomorrow.

What about the hauliers who picked up and delivered from Pollard's the day of

the robbery?

Only one delivery.

Local firm. I'm seeing the owner today.

Well, apart from the missing arper, this is pretty dismal stuff, Rowan. There is

one possible lead.

Look at this list of stolen goods.

There's about 800 cases of branded spirit and 200 cases of wine and port.

Wine and port is very expensive.

Must be rare enough, Sarge.

Traceable. Well, the bottles are unlabelled. They won't get a decent

it.

Why are they naked, then?

Well, maybe they had someone lined up in advance.

Either that, or the thieves are rare wine fanciers.

Well, following me about, though.

What are you doing here?

You know, I'm employed by Wallace's as a salvage, distributing and disposing

contractor. What, you mean you're clearing out their rubbish?

No, Dennis.

Is that all there is?

Yeah, that's it.

Who's that?

Dennis Cox. He's an old mate. He got me the job.

Well, it's nice to see someone's looking out for you, Cole.

Well, if you're finished with me, I'll sort out the other rubbish.

Can I help you?

Mr. Wallace?

That's right.

PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

I just need to ask a few questions about your delivery to Pollard yesterday.

Oh, yes, my drivers are all clean.

So are their driving histories.

Any of them been in trouble with the law?

No. I check and double -check, Mr Rowan.

Was it your first delivery to Pollard?

That's right, new contract.

Do you know the premises?

No.

Right.

I think that's it, then.

It's not my place to teach a man his job, but I know this business most

as do.

Well, I'd appreciate any help.

The man you're looking for is no villain.

I'll lay odds on he's just a regular member of staff.

A bloke who happens to be strapped for cash.

Well, thanks.

I'll mention that to my sergeant.

Well, I was hoping maybe it could be later today.

Well... As I say, it's urgent.

Considerably more than our present arrangement.

Aye.

Thanks. I'll see you later, then.

Ah.

Charlie Wallace, the local haulier. What do we know about him?

Well, there's nothing on file, if that's what you mean.

Well, what about the people that work for him?

Oh, give it a chance. It's a nut check.

Old misery good.

That's all we seem to get from him, these days.

Yeah, I know.

Any idea why?

Search me.

Just go and have a little bit of banana.

Want me to do it?

Good girl.

Want some more?

Good night.

Shall I take over?

Yeah, thanks, darling.

Hello,

Alf.

Is it a bad time?

No. No, come in.

Hello, Alf.

Hi, Liam.

Can I get you something?

No, thanks.

What I came to ask... Anyway, the thing is...

I'm short of cash.

Oh, I've got three pounds in my bag.

Thanks, but... How much do you need?

A lot.

I'll leave you to report.

I'll take Katie upstairs.

Come on, Peter.

Exactly how much?

Twelve hundred.

Give or take.

That's nearly two years' wages.

I know.

Well, I've had a word with the bank.

Well, that's what our house is worth.

And we've already got a mortgage on that.

I've even been to a loan shark.

You're my last port of call, Nick.

Family crisis of some sort?

It isn't, it isn't.

Is Mrs Ventress now?

No. No, and I don't want her to either, not if I can help it.

Look, it's got to be sorted out, Nick.

How can I lay my hands on 1 ,200 quid? That's a lot of money.

Well, there's... There is something that's crossed my mind.

And I don't think I've got a right to mention it.

If it means I can help, let's hear it.

I don't know how to say it.

Go on.

It's about Kate, Nick.

About her insurance.

I remember you mentioning how much... Oh, no, I can't.

It's not right.

Every last cent of that money you tied up in a trust for Katie.

Let's see.

Right.

Any road, I'm obliged.

Sorry, but we'll make it.

Al.

Al.

Al, wait.

Morning, sir.

Morning, Rowan.

That business the other night, we don't appear to have lost any sheep.

I'm glad to hear it, sir. Somebody must have scared them off.

Oh, yes, sounds like it. Now, I've asked Greengrass to keep an eye out in case

they show up again.

Greengrass? Well, why not? He treats my estate like his own personal larder.

About time he paid his dues.

Are you sure you've got the right man, sir?

Absolutely. Take the thief to catch the thief, Rowan.

Have you tried to contact Harper's wife?

A neighbour didn't know the lead address, Sarge.

Now, Harper clocks off, supposedly a few hours before Pollard's is raided, and

then he just vanishes into thin air.

Now, we need to find him. I dug out the number of Harper's car, Sarge, and

circulated it in London, his last known destination.

Is that it?

I've asked HQ for any information about unsolved warehouse raids.

It's the one on this patch I'm interested in, Rowan.

Yeah, but we still don't know whether it's an isolated incident or part of a

pattern, Sarge.

Sorry, George.

It's rabbit or nothing.

If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have put pheasant on my special menu tonight.

That's true.

What do I tell the customers who booked?

Lord let you down.

Bernie, do shut up. If you sold that game on to any of my competitors...

how many times do you have to tell you? There is no game and there ain't going

to be any game.

Oh, here comes trouble.

Morning, gentlemen.

Morning.

Busy at nights, I hear, Claude. Who told you that?

Lord Ashfordly.

Yeah, well, I must admit, me and his lordship do have a certain arrangement.

Caught you at it, did he?

If you don't shut up, Bernie, you'll be arranging your own funeral.

A van of some sort's been moving round there at night.

You see or hear anything, I want to know first.

You've got no worries, have you, with me on the job?

Your lot are a little bit surplus to requirements.

Ashfordly. Did Lordship engage me to be a deterrent against its ne 'er -do

-wells as poachers?

You ruddy old hypocrite.

HQ delivered this for you.

Oh, thanks.

Is Alfin here?

No. Said he had a medical appointment or something.

Just about had it with him, mate.

Well, don't take it personally, Phil.

Yeah, but he's moved a bit.

I've walked away with him.

He's got a lot on his mind.

That don't give him the right to take it out on me.

I know.

Do you know what it's about?

It's not money, is it?

Why say that?

He's been back in the office, likely going out of style.

All secretive with it and all.

How am I going to open it?

I don't know.

Right, I've called you, haven't I? You're a pair of little monkeys.

What are you?

A pair of little monkeys, Mr Greengrass. Right, come here.

Now, look, you realise what you're doing, don't you?

You take that smile off your face as well. It's not funny.

You're trespassing on his lordship's property.

They'd have hung you in the old days with something like this, wouldn't they?

That's what sheep steal in. And poachers like you, Mr.

Greengrass. Don't be cheeky.

Right, I'm going to let you off this time. Go on.

Go on.

Hey, wait a minute. Wait. Come here.

Where did you get this?

We found it.

Found it? Found it where?

In your lodge.

There's ever so many in there.

Hundreds, Mr.

Greengrass.

Right, well, look, I'm confiscating this, all right.

But you mustn't tell anybody where you found it, all right? Otherwise you'll be

in very big trouble.

You understand?

Now go on, get to school.

Sarge. Hi.

Details of five similar raids during the last three months.

Similar? They're all warehouse lockups. In every case, no sign of a break -in.

Hmm.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

My, Alfred, there's a few headaches in here.

Excuse me, the gates were open from inside.

Too close to be coincidence, then.

Yeah, and they only took quick turnover stuff, untraceable items.

Only the rare wines from Pollard's break the pattern.

You and your rare wines.

So if Pollard's is part of a larger picture, this changes things.

How, Sarge?

Well, if there's no local involvement, I'll have to refer this investigation

back to HQ.

There is local involvement, Sarge.

One Hawleys firm showed up at all the ready warehouses on the date before 5th

April. What, Wallis Hawleys?

Yeah, local Apple. Well, I read your report on Wallis. I mean, he's

Gives lots of money to charities. That's hardly the profile of a villain,

though, is he?

Ashfordly Police Station.

Yes.

Brown Harper.

Harper's been found.

Where is he now?

Right. Thanks for letting us know.

It's West End Central Police.

It seems they were called to a pub brawl that had been started by Harper.

He's ended up in hospital with busted ribs and concussion.

When did this happen?

Late Monday.

Any explanation why he left Ashfordly?

Well, it seems that his marriage had hit the rocks.

Well, if Harper's not the inside man, who is?

I'm sorry to trouble you, my lord, but I found a couple of little kids playing

about in that hunting lodge of yours, and it could be a bit dangerous. It's

of rubbish and stuff. I'll get something done about it. No need to bother. I'll

clear it myself for you, no problem. Can you get anything for us?

Who'd want to buy a lot of old rubbish, my lord? Only you, it seems.

OK, it'll cost you five pounds.

Quite good.

Payable at the estate office and before a brick is moved, Greengrass.

Mr.

Wallace.

What can I do for you, Mr. Rowan?

I'll do.

The CID interviewed you in connection with other warehouse raids further

That's correct.

Well, you didn't think to mention it.

It is routine, wasn't it?

Same goes for every other hall he is in these circumstances.

Was there some problem with the statement I made?

No, no. CID gave you a clean bill.

That's why I didn't think it important enough to mention.

Now, on the night Pollard was raided, you say you were at home entertaining

friends. That's correct.

I can vouch for Charlie.

I was with him.

Along with James Miller and Thomas Thornby.

I don't see the point.

Well, they work for you, Mr. Wallace.

You'll need an independent witness.

Can you think of one?

Not offhand.

Your alibi won't stand up without one.

Is this the truck you used to deliver to Pollard? Yes.

Very nice.

And fully taxed and fully insured.

I know.

I checked.

Claude, a word.

A word? You don't have thick chances.

Which one do you want?

How old do you know Dennis Cox?

I've known him for years.

I think he worked on the Ashfordly estate.

What did he do there?

He was in everything.

Electrician, bit of bricky end.

If he's done anything wrong, I'll tell you something, I'll blame that boss of

his. Charlie Wallace?

He must have been bent away, chucked money about.

How do you mean? Well, it gets you from all that gambling, doesn't it?

Organising poker parties. You've even got your pal Ventress at it.

How do you know that?

Well, I've seen them, haven't I?

So where do they play?

All over.

Josh Harrop's house. That posh gambling club in Whitby. You know, Kendall's.

Oh, hello, Nick.

I should have come from Kendall's Gambling Club.

Mrs. Asby sends her regards to you and your mate, Wallace.

Come on. I think it's time we had a talk.

It feels unreal.

Like it's happened to someone else.

I wish it had.

Is it true Wallace covered your gambling debt to the club?

Aye.

He's keeping a stack of my IOUs to prove it.

Why didn't you say you knew him?

I wanted to, but it was too late.

He's a suspect in a robbery case.

He wasn't a suspect, I mean.

Not until after this rare wine turned up as part of the haul.

So what's the connection?

Well, Wallace is a fanatic about rare wine.

That's why I told him what was stored down in Pollard's wine cellar. You told

him? Aye.

Well, only in friendly chat, like.

And you didn't report it?

Well, I couldn't.

Not until I paid him off.

That's why I was trying to raise the money.

I can't believe I'm hearing this.

I'd have been out of my ear if word had got out.

Well, it's over now.

I'm finished.

That's for sure.

Think he was setting you up?

Well, maybe he thought he was buying a friend in the falls.

If he was planning to nick that wine, I'd say that's exactly what he thought.

Once I paid him off, I'd have done him, Nick.

Does he know you suspect him?

Well, I haven't paid him for a while, but he must.

Well, in that case, trying to pay him off is a waste of time.

Your IO user is insurance.

Shop him and you shop yourself.

Are you sure he nicked that wine off?

Positive.

Why?

Well, Pollard is just one of five identical robberies.

The others happen miles away.

Would you think that Wallace pulled them off as well?

Well, the evidence says whoever did one did the lot.

But if it is him who's behind it, why do something stupid like pulling off a job

on your own daughter?

If Wallace wanted that wine bad enough, he'd do it.

Do I tell Blaketon,

or do you?

Tell him what?

Have you been set up?

And by the prime suspect in this investigation?

Have I got a choice?

What Blaketon really wants is a result.

So what are you saying?

That if we handle this right, your problem with Wallace could become part

solution.

Morning.

Blaketon? It's inside.

I've had a word with Phil.

The auction people?

Right.

You fit?

We call developments, Sarge.

We know that Wallace's name keeps cropping up in connection with these

but we've established that he was somewhere else when they took place.

Not the night Pollard's was burgled.

Well, where was he then?

Well, we think he was with the gang that turned it over.

Do you?

Alf knows for a fact that Wallace is a rare wine fancier.

Fanatic is more the word, Sarge.

Here's a list of rare wines that Robert bought at auction a few months back.

Are you sure about this?

Well, anyone that knows him socially will confirm it.

Including myself.

Since when do my officers hobnob with suspected criminals?

He's a popular man, Sarge.

Even you were impressed by his good standing in the community.

All the more reason to doubt his involvement in serious crime.

The stolen wines are unlabelled.

Only an expert would know what to take.

And Wallace is an expert.

He's never set foot in Pollard. How could he have known what was stored

It's common knowledge, Sarge.

Alf was present when someone mentioned it a while ago.

You're still a long way off proving a case against him.

All we're saying is maybe we should step up our inquiries, Sarge.

Very well.

I'll stay by the phone.

If you buy it, won't we meet? I'll give you a ring.

Right.

Nick.

You know you've put yourself out on a limb for me.

What am I waiting to get rid of?

Get that down there.

Oh, sorry.

Well, I'm popular, that's for sure.

Just a few questions, Mr. Wallace.

I've told you everything I know about these raids.

Well, that's not why I'm here.

Then what?

We're making inquiries into the financial situation of PC Venture.

What's that to do with me?

Oh, PC Ventress joined Kendall's Gambling Club earlier this year.

You proposed him for membership.

What's wrong with that?

Well, you admit knowing him?

Oh, yes.

What's all this about?

Has money ever passed hands between you?

I'm not sure I understand the question.

You deny paying out sums of money to cover Ventress's gambling losses?

Of course I deny it.

Well, Mrs Ashby at Kendall states that you have.

Well, I might have done now and then, but strictly on a temporary basis.

You sure about that?

I've told you everything I know.

Ashfordly Police Station.

PC Bellamy speaking.

Yes, he's here.

May I ask who's calling?

Very well.

Alf!

It's for you!

Hello?

What?

When was this?

No, I can't.

And I can't speak now, either.

All right, then.

Wallace wants to talk.

I'll fancy that.

You shouldn't complain, baby.

You ought to know. I believe.

Oh, yeah, I believe.

I believe.

I believe.

You knew they were investigating.

I found out a few days back.

So long as he can't prove that money passed between us.

He knows.

Muriel told him about the losses I covered at Kendall's.

That's it, then.

I've had it, Charlie.

I've always been very discreet about our friendship, Al.

What made them start nosing around?

Well, I was living above my means, wasn't I?

I was always someone who was ready to spread bad news.

So what happens now?

Well, they're pressurising me to make a full statement.

The danger is they might twist things to implicate you. You know, the raid on

Pollard. All have gone, you.

It's Muriel's word that money changed hands. I can fix that. Oh, that won't

Rowan. I mean, if I'm sacked, bang goes my career, pension, the lot.

I said I'd stand by you, Alf. The same way you stood by me over Pollard.

You couldn't keep Yaren's off that wine, could you? You're wrong, Alf. I'm a

copper, Charlie. I knew right off you'd nick that wine. Even if it was true,

this will have a job proving it.

Well, lucky for you, I kept quiet.

If they knew that I'd told you about what was stored in that wine cellar.

It might have proved very embarrassing for us both.

What if they make a search and find my IOUs?

If I had the cash, I'd buy them back right now.

But you haven't.

And I can't afford to forget them.

Can I, Al?

He's our man, Nick.

Has he admitted turning over Pollard? No, not in so many words, but is him all

right? He's worried, Nick.

Enough to give back those IOUs? No, he wants to hold on to those. He thinks

it'll keep his mouth shut.

We've got to get him back, Alf.

I think I found out how he's getting a man inside the warehouse.

I don't want to report him without those IOUs.

You sure it's poor clothes?

I mean, it's got no label.

Well, look, it's old. The word poor looks embedded in the bottle.

Looks like old.

Some boil to me.

Why do you keep your tiny little nose out of it?

How much do you want for them?

Five bob a bottle.

Five shillings a bottle?

Five bob for somebody Betty brewed up in the bar.

Betty, if you don't shut up, I'll sell her one bottle and it's you with the

other. All right, say it isn't you, you can have the brace for five bob.

It's a deal.

What now?

Mrs Ashby, the manager at Kendall's Gambling Club. What about it?

Well, yesterday she confirmed that money had passed between you and P .C.

Ventress. This morning she calls and withdraws her statement.

Look, I run a business.

You got to her, didn't you, Mr. Wallace?

Any more of this, I'll call my lawyer.

All right.

Have it your way.

But it won't help your friend Ventress.

Eh?

See, we don't like bent coppers, Mr. Wallace.

Do yourself a favour.

It's immoral. They're not you.

Nick, look.

Where did you get this? One of my school kids.

Oh, you know him.

Jimmy Harris.

What did he say where he got it from?

It's a long story, but as far as I can make out, it's something to do with

Greengrass.

Well, let me actually put it in here, but please keep it.

Have you any idea how valuable these are?

Valuable. It's rare vintage wine and pork, Lord. It's worth a fortune.

Well, I didn't know it was nicked, honest. I thought it was something that

Ashfordly didn't want. You know, there was some family wine that had gone off.

Is this the lot?

The rest of it's in the old lodge.

Right, well, get it packed up.

And not a word about this to anyone.

Otherwise you'll have Blaketon asking the questions, not me.

Right.

You know, you were saying about that, that pork was vintage and a bit

How much is it actually worth a bottle?

Ask Nick.

Is it all there, then?

Yeah, including the stuff we picked up from Greengrass's.

Let's have a look.

We've got to tell Blaketon.

Yeah, but not yet.

Well, there's no way we can keep this from him, Nick.

We won't.

We'll wait until you pay Wallace another visit.

Don't see how that's going to help.

I'm for it.

Not if you can get your IOUs back first.

Trouble, Charlie?

Part of the stuff lifted from Pollard, isn't it?

Where'd you get it?

A teacher brought it into the station.

One of her kids found it while he was playing truant.

Any idea where?

Not yet, no.

We're going to get the kid to show us.

Lucky for you, I was coming off duty when it fetched up.

How do you mean?

Well, no -one knows yet.

I thought you should be the first to know, given our situation like.

How long can you sit on it?

Tomorrow morning.

Dennis, get over there and check it. Right.

Take a seat.

It's all there, Charlie.

Alf was right.

Must have been at it.

Anyone about?

No. No sign.

We've got to move it.

I really appreciate what you've done, Alf.

So you should.

I reckon I've saved you at least ten grand.

The wine wasn't meant to be sold on, Alf.

Well, it's still money in your pocket, in a manner of speaking.

A lot more than the 1 ,200 that I owe you.

I never intended to call in the debt.

Well, given that I'm about to lose my job and my pension, you'll be lucky.

You delay reporting the find until tomorrow.

Or call it quits.

All right.

But I want my IOUs back.

If only for peace of mind.

You called my bluff out.

Oh.

Something to remember.

Next time we play poker.

Yes.

We've located the rare wine, Sarge.

What? Hidden in a derelict lodge on the Ashfordly estate.

That report of intruders on the estate last week, Sarge.

It was Wallace.

Fetching that wine away until we lost interest in it. So you're still

it's Wallace, are you?

No question about it, Sarge.

Only someone who knows the estate would use a place like that.

Dennis Cox is Wallace's psychic.

He worked there for ten years.

He's also the inside man.

How?

Well, the truck they use has got this welded frame set underneath.

And Cox is a very small man.

He's hidden when the truck delivers.

Once inside, he slips out and stows away until his mates arrive after dark.

We can't prove that, though, can we?

I hear Cox was sniffing around the old lodge today.

So?

So I'm convinced they're ready to move, Sarge.

Tonight.

You've had a remarkably successful day, Rowan.

Hey, Gina.

Gina, you know them two bottles the porter sold you? I've got to have them

Where are they? They're here.

They look nice.

Where's the two bottles that were in?

I've been them when they decanted it.

Can you pour it back? I've got to have it, George. I'll refund the five bob. No

way. You sold them, right, Bernie?

You're going to deal with the deal, Chloe.

Yeah, I know, but I've heard it's a bit old and vintagey. It could have gone

off. No, it's not. It's beautiful. I've tasted it, Claude.

You'd better pour me a glass then so I can see what all the fuss is about.

I'm told I've done you a favour, you know, George. Do you know what this is?

It's rare vintage port, that.

It's worth about 20 quid a bottle.

Is it?

We'll have to put the price up then.

That'll be five shillings.

Now we're really quits, Charlie.

Well, it's congratulations all round from HQ.

Our stock has certainly risen in that location, so it's well done, all of you.

Ah, Ventress.

Wallace has made some sort of claim about gambling IOUs signed by you. Is

anything in it?

I don't know what he's talking about, Sarge. Well, he claims he was tricked

of them by you and Rowan.

Well, that's par for the course with nicked criminals, isn't it, Sarge?

I certainly hope so, because I've been looking at the North Riding Standing

Orders for the conduct of police officers, in particular Order No. 12,

paragraphs 13 and 14.

Do you remember them, Ventress?

It's just on the tip of my tongue, Sarge. A constable must promptly

all lawful debts, and in case of any failure to do so, must report in full

circumstances to the Chief Constable.

Oh, yes, Sarge.

Paragraph 14.

A constable is forbidden to borrow money. This condition does not apply to

from banks, building societies or the county council for articles such as

typewriters.

Is all this clear, Ventress?

Well, I'm very happy with our typewriter, Sarge.

I'm very pleased to hear it.

Bellamy!

Tea cake's on me.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why doesn't love just stay in my memory?