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Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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

For the men to happen.

For the working week.

You took your time about it.

You deal with this, would you please help?

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 what 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, but she's a good friend of Chief Constable Morrison.

We've pointed her in my direction. She's staying at the Aidensfield Arms to take

as long as it takes.

Well, that should keep you busy, Mr Ventress.

This

is

my husband, Constable Crane. He wasn't here when I telephoned you.

Huh? Have you checked what's missing, Mrs Nova?

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 3 ,000 pounds.

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

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 boss.

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

That's what we're here for.

Did you hear anything in the night?

Sound of breaking glass, maybe. It would help fix the time to break it. What 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.

I often am.

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

I'll do it.

Stock taking ace to repent of leisure.

It's not opening time.

Helen Averys. I booked by letter.

Oh, Mr. Davies, your room's ready. I'll show you the page.

Never mind that, Gina.

I'll do the honours.

Yes, sir.

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've spent most of my working life in the police force.

Really?

I've nowhere to turn to for help.

Look no further.

Thank you, Mr... Blaketon.

Oscar Blaketon.

Oscar.

Moving this much cash around almost serves the woman right.

She's very upset, sir. What else is missing?

It's not a full list.

Mrs. Elder's still checking.

Two candlesticks, two netball cups inscribed with her daughter's name,

sports medal, one ashtray large, total value, not much.

When the diner removed from the family, Phil, her, wasn't touched.

Someone disturbed the burglar.

Well, not with Adele, though. She took a sleeping pill.

And the husband was away on business. He arrived back this morning.

Right, you'd better go on to scenes of crime.

We need to get that window fingerprinted.

Yeah, actually, police.

We spoke to the neighbours, yeah?

On both sides of the street.

No -one heard us or a thing.

Right, I'll pass that on. Thank you.

No, that was Liz.

She's found a hold -all with what seems like the burgled items.

She found it? Where?

Well, she says it was thrown from a moving car in Aidensfield last night.

Hello, Gina.

Have you got a Mrs. Avis staying here?

Oh, 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. Avis, Alf Ventress. I was sent over here by Ashfordly Police Station to

help you.

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

Oh, fair.

I've run a first check of the people that you're looking for, the Parker

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 22 years ago.

Fast work, Mr. Ventress.

Well, I'm sure we'll be able to locate them for you. No need for you to

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. Well, that's why he asked me to handle it.

I've recently retired from the force, Mrs. Avis. 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 they've stolen items, Dodge.

We'll have to get them fingerprinted.

There's been a burglary?

Yeah, at the elder's house.

Oh, I know the elder family.

Well, at least they'll get their belongings back.

Did you get a good look at the car at all, Liz?

Sort of. It was quite dark.

What time was that?

Just before dawn.

About 4 .30.

So we shouldn't be disturbed in here.

Right, Helen, the floor is yours.

Thank you, Oscar.

The Parkey 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.

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

How do you mean?

Speed things up.

How? Well, an extra pair of legs and a set of wheels on call.

It's ours.

And it's all theirs?

I think so.

Oh, 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 that 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 amount 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 you were away last night, sir? Yes.

Travelling from a firm.

Could I have the address of where you stayed, please?

Where I stayed?

Why?

It was just routine, sir.

Oh. Normally a day in a hotel will get out of you, but last night I'd been

driving too long and I 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 told 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 inquiries 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.

A clear line of command is essential here. If we were in uniform, but we're

and it was my idea.

So, who shall we take our orders from?

Me.

I had hoped it was just us tonight.

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,

actually mean it.

I can't always be like that, Jenny. Something blows up at work and it has to

dealt with.

It's about our time together. It's important to you, Dennis.

And I go to a lot of trouble to try and make things special for you.

Just listen to me.

Sorry, those two people. I don't care about them. I'm talking about us.

Not the same car we saw the other night.

The one that dumped the bag.

Sorry for a bit late.

Does it matter if you're here now?

I'll go drink some.

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 thought.

No question about it, Dennis.

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

It's over 20 years since the Parker family lived round here. Well, I'm

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 any more. No, not any more, Alf.

Anyway, you're too old for that.

First we're told that nothing of value was taken. Now we learn that three grand

has gone missing.

Now you 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?

It's only shaping up that way.

Bellamy, get back to the scenes of crime people.

I want their report on the fingerprints found at the house and on the bag.

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

But it will rule out any outside involvement.

How do you want to play it, Sarge?

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

Find a way you can about the circumstances, Bibbs. Do it discreetly.

You look dear wrong.

He is.

Back to your house.

Oh, good morning. I'm, uh, living with a client.

Hey, Zelda.

Can I have a word?

I can't play at the club.

It's about the burglary.

You said you heard no disturbance in the night.

Right. Well, how about car noises?

Did you hear anything like that? No, nothing.

No, the money that was stolen from your mum.

Did you mention she had money in the house to anyone?

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?

Yeah. I think I take pills at most nights.

She keeps them in the kitchen.

Thanks.

It's never been one of your virtues, Oscar.

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

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

You don't have to look any more. Doris knows all about the Parker twins.

Doris? Doris. Mrs Neely, the old lady who lives here. Now, for one thing, she

knows that Winston Parker lives in Bradford.

So you've found somebody here that knows the Parker twins?

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

She called me her hero.

She thinks I'm handsome.

Mr Elder has chronic money problems.

It's a case that has inside jobs stamped all over it.

Or is it just one of the elders, or are they both invoked?

Well, Mrs Elder's statement's backed up by her daughter.

Well, Mr Elder claims he slept on a lay -by the night of the burglary.

We only have his word for it.

Tell him he'd get back to his employers. I want a log of all his hotel

stopovers, if only to rule out any other unrecorded stopovers.

And when you've done that, get a statement from Ben Norton. I want a

description of the car he saw the night of the bugle.

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

her, the twins... fell out when they were still in their twenties.

They both went their separate ways. They've not seen each other since,

we're not sure of that.

Now, we know that Winston Parker was living in Bradford recently because Mrs

Neely saw an article about him in the local paper.

Reginald, he should be easier to trace.

According to Mrs Neely, he's living in Ashfordly. I thought you'd checked the

electoral rolls, Alf.

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

Not since he was a young man.

Well, that doesn't mean to say that Reginald Parker isn't here. It's just

perhaps a more effective approach is needed to find him.

Panda wants a 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

road. Over.

No record? None at all. Over.

No, they say he makes his own arrangements, some sort of living

something like that. Over.

Elder told us he stays at hotels and ghettos. Over.

He 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 last week. I want to

track his movements. Over.

Right, Sarge.

Out.

Another year?

Oh, tell her very much.

Howard! I've got him.

I've got four addresses for Reginald Parker, but the bad news is his last

address was Ashington House, which is the hostel for Downing House.

Look at this.

Winston Parker, a crooked car dealer from Bradford.

They've only 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.

Dad?

We've got a result in things of crime, after the thing 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.

I think it's time that we paid the elders another visit.

I've contacted Winston Parker.

He's on his way.

Ah, 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 24 -hour driver. And I was thinking, what a

shame it would be to let it rest idle tonight.

Does it have to?

Well, if so, it 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

insurance claim.

Well, we need your help, Mrs Elder.

The whole doll with your property in it.

An eyewitness saw the vehicle that dumped it.

It's identified as your car.

My car?

Well, that would be 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.

Oh, you have to take my word on it, Sergeant.

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

We 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.

It's the usual stuff you find in a company car.

And a receipt for a car like Mrs. Elm.

That's her older.

That's yours?

Yes.

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, I'll be off now, thank you.

What was that with the car?

Well, I'll show you.

The garage where Mr Elder bought this car.

Vapors of Ashfordly.

What about it?

Well, the receipt I found in Mr Elder's car is from Reisman Fairley Motors of

Whitby.

He bought two of these cars.

Same make, same model, same colour.

He's lying, Sarge.

Well -spotted grin.

Did he take him in?

No, not yet.

I don't want anyone dying for cover. I want to retrace the second car.

You've read our notes on Winston Parker?

Yes, very revealing.

Well, going on the facts in the paper of the court case, not exactly a saint, is

he? Not my place to judge him on.

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...

or single, or if you have someone special.

I was married.

I'm not crying.

Not at all.

Well, maybe.

Just a touch.

I really enjoyed that.

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 24 -hour service.

Maybe, but not for swanning off to fancy restaurants.

It's just fostering client relations, that's all.

Confirmed, Sarge. Mr Elder bought a second Triumph.

Different car, but identical to his wife's.

I've got the registration details.

Easy enough to find?

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

He made the ownership act to him if he's Rebecca Weston.

Do we have an address for him?

Kirby Road.

Not the one with the lay -by where Mr Elder said he slept the night of the

burglary. That's out in the sticks.

Kirby Road here in Whitby.

Beginning to see the light, Crane.

Ashington House.

On my watch, there was never any trouble.

My, Pete, it really fails to deliver a weekly punch -off.

I'm telling you, girls, you better look before you leave, yeah!

You'll water sometimes, you'll ferry, do you? You'll be sorry when you hit your

fire.

Oh, look, Bagger. Still here, 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 Blake and Mr Ventress, what are you doing here?

I thought you two had both retired and gone to heaven.

Just keeping our handy.

We're just looking for someone we think might be staying here. A chap by the

name of Reginald Parker.

Reginald. Reginald Parker now.

No one here with a name like that.

Well, we know he was here about three years back because his name appeared on

council survey for charity housing. The council? And what do they know?

Never heard of him.

Come on, I'll be with you.

Well,

where's he got to now, then?

Over there, Tom.

Thank you for the car, Sarge.

Thanks.

Mrs Weston?

Yes? I'm Sergeant Merton. This is PC Crane from Asperley.

I wonder if we could have a word, please?

Yes, of course.

How can I help you?

We're making inquiries into a burglary that took place three days ago in

Aidensfield.

Aidensfield? You know the village?

Well, 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.

Jane's elder, isn't it?

Yes.

And the boy?

My son.

Our son.

How long has it been going on?

Twelve 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.

Family's in the car, Sarge. Cathy Elder's meddled. Part of the haul from

burglary.

Now, you told us that Mr Elder was with you on 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 them, you could face charges.

James was here with me that night.

I swear it.

Oh, here he is.

Where have you been?

He said thanks very much. Who said?

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

that you said he could use a taxi.

Who said he had to scarper?

The man with the beard.

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

Still here, then?

Well, it'll save me a lot of bother going down to the station.

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

What name?

The one you were asking for.

Reginald Parker.

What, you know him?

Oh, I know him. Every boozer in Doss House 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 away.

She knows about Roberta?

Yes. She's coming to the station to talk to them.

Bagger, we need to talk.

We know you're in there.

Get up!

I'll call the police if you try to break in.

This is a legal squat.

We just want to have a word.

With something to tell you, something to your advantage.

Like what?

Six months in the nick?

Like an inheritance.

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're donated to the cat's home.

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 Whetton?

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. I couldn't afford it for a start.

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 that 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 fee.

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 your home insurance.

It had nothing to do with any burglary. It had enough problems as it was.

You drove to Aidensfield in Mrs Weston's new car, let yourself into your own

home and faked a burglary.

It can't have been Roberta's car.

We stayed in all that night.

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 Wefton 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 Avey said you'd be arriving when 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 for your liking.

This Helen Avis woman, is she about?

No, she's not.

Your room's upstairs, number four.

Is it somebody going to take my bag off?

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 slot.

Do you want to feel?

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 20 years of my life to that man.

For most of it, he was a fat woman, giving to her and their illegitimate son

what rightfully belonged to us.

Years of lies.

The horrible unfairness of it all.

I'm sorry.

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

Let that slot 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.

Well,

what a picture.

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

So mind your manners.

I'm thirsty.

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.

He seems he was behind the burglary.

Mr Elder?

Why would he do it? He needed the money.

He had another woman and child living in Whitby.

So it's all out in the open.

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

What do you mean?

Public knowledge, so you may as well know.

Sibelda's known about that woman for months now.

She told me so herself.

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 in Kitting 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.

Well, the burglary. I was never very happy.

Why leave valuable stuff and just take junk?

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

Let's say for the moment it was meant to draw our attention to Mr Elder.

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

It makes us suspicious. We look a little closer and see straight away he's got

money problems.

We'd all fit, 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 would have to 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 the issue of the second

set... Mrs Elder also claimed that her husband pressured her into cashing 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.

It's time to point us in the direction of Whitby and Mrs Weston.

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

Well, that I've no doubt, Crane.

But for the moment, all the rest of it is just one big F.

Well, well, well.

Home from home, eh?

Oscar, that must be Winston.

Look at the state of him.

Chitlin, conniving, tightwad.

Who invited him here?

We did.

Same as we invited you, on behalf of Mrs Davies. 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, Jen.

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.

Okay. Thank you.

A spare key for Mrs Weston's triumph was ordered and collected two weeks ago.

And who ordered it? The woman claiming to be Mr Elder's secretary, though the

description fits Mrs Elder to a T.

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

The work, Sarge.

I'm assuming Mrs Elder kept this up a long time. She had an accomplice.

Who?

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

Yeah, the whole doll was dumped into the car past them.

Could you drive a car?

Open the passenger door and dump out a heavy bag or 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 to Alf, I can now 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 mere relatives, which just leaves

the bequest itself to be shared by both brothers equally.

You've already searched the house.

Just doing a job, Mrs. Elder.

Where's he going?

Is that Cathy's room? You can't go in there. My daughter has nothing to do

it. We have a debt warrant with the other.

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?

Reginald with that car?

Look at him.

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

I love my half, even if I have to show 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?

Got the catalogue price here.

There you go. Very rare model, only five of them made. One of an actual winner

of Brand Hatch. Five and a half grand.

It's worth a lot more today. That's a very old catalogue.

You're right, little Mr Knowall, 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 blood -sucking viper.

You always were a loser, Reginald.

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.

Pleasure.

That client of yours, Mrs. Davis, what were 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 humor stuff?

I took a good look at that car, David.

It was perfect out of the very last detail.

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.

Pity about a lot of things.

Life we lead, different roads we travel.

Thank you for making my stay very special, Oscar.

My pleasure.

She's been kidnapped, Earth.

Angel!

I know this is very upsetting, but try not to panic. She's only sick.

You can't take the law into your own hands, Jenny, especially not with

as furious as this. Sorry, Jenny, your husband's dealing with it. But he's

getting it all wrong.