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

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

What are you going to say?

No, I'm hiding.

Eh? In case your eye leaks.

No sign yet.

Nick, what's she going to say?

She'll be fine.

I'll take those for you. Oh, I can
manage.

You go and get on with your breakfast.

Oh.

Morning.

I'll just put these away.

You speak to her.

I didn't get the chance.

So how's your sister, Colin? She better?

Yeah, a little bit.

Oh, good.

She better than all of them.

There you are.

Thank you very much. And can I have some
peroxide as well?

Two and a half.

Thanks.

Jim?

Eileen, about this morning.

There's no need. No, there is. It's your
house. Look, I should have warned you.

I'm sorry if I've upset you.

It was a surprise, that's all.

I told Joe it'd be OK.

Well, it is, I suppose.

It's just that times have changed.

Oh, you'd better get that.

Have you seen the keys, sir?

Rowan, get over to Walkington's post
office pronto. It's been raided.

Rendezvous with Benchrist.

He's just on his way. Have you seen the
keys?

Well, he wore a mask and was armed with
a small knife. The victim is a Miss

Spicer. She's a bit shook up by the
sound of it.

Sarge. Well, not more than ten quid.
Doesn't make him any less of a villain,

though. Oh, and keep an eye out for a
dark blue or green car.

Right, Roland's on his way. Don't just
stay there, Ventress. Get on your bike.

Sarge, I can't find the keys.

Keys?

Why didn't you ask?

Because you put me down, I put a spell
on you.

Lord,

because you're mine.

You hear me?

Have you any idea how old he might have
been?

Well, not with that thing over his head,
but he sounded young, though.

Any particular accident?

Not local.

He couldn't be local, could he?

Don't you fret.

He'll not risk coming back.

I'm not being much help, am I?

You're doing fine, Miss Bison.

He did sound nervous, though.

And he were angry because I didn't have
more to give him.

I think that's why he snatched my
locket.

Are you sure you're not hurt?

No. I'll be all right.

Oh, there was one thing, though.

My paper lad, Colin, he saw the car.

I'll have a word.

Locket. Can you describe it?

Well, he's a Victorian.

I just thought I'd jump into a car and
drive off that way.

Well, well done, lad. Let us know if you
remember out else. You'd best get off

now.

Well, he doesn't remember the
registration number, but he's sure the

Hilman and Minx. Which way did it go?

This way.

Chances are it'll be clear through to
the main road by now.

Yeah, I stopped off to do another one.
It didn't get much here.

We could start by asking second -hand
dealers to keep an eye out for this

necklace. Oh, what's it look like?

Well, it's a Victorian nine -carat gold
locket. And you know the knife she was

threatened with?

Chunky handle with a small pointed
blade.

A Stanley knife?

Looks like it.

It's good of you to come, Trevor. I
didn't really expect you to.

Why shouldn't I?

I haven't seen many people since I
moved.

I was delighted to hear from you. The
lady who gave me carte blanche with

Markham Court.

Well, this cottage is hardly in the same
league.

I'm sure we can make it into something
special. I know you're going to try to

get me to redecorate it from top to
bottom, but I can't afford it.

It's only the bathroom I want you to
work your magic on. Well, let's have a

first. See what's what.

I'm going to buy a little something to
remember the old boy by.

Oh, it must have been like losing a
member of your family.

He'd looked after him for that long.

You'd never believe he'd been a war
hero.

A war hero?

Arthur Logan?

Only fighting he ever did with his
missus.

Actually, Lord, he won the Victoria
Cross.

Yeah, I remember.

He never even joined up. He was too old.

He fought in the First World War at the
Somme.

Carried an officer for a mile and a half
after they both got shot.

Hey, it'd be nice if you could buy his
medals at the auction.

Yeah, it'd be nice.

But those things go for a fortune.

Have you actually seen these medals,
have you?

No, he was going to show me them, but
then he got really ill.

And he still got them, like, when he
kicked it?

Probably had them hidden away. He was
always worried about getting wrong.

What are you looking at me for?

Have you had a haircut?

Yeah. I think I should have gone to a
barber's.

Why, you did it.

I did, but it's not easy.

Hiya. Hi.

You look like you've had a good walk
this morning.

Yeah, yeah, nothing like it. Makes me
feel really alive.

A pint?

Whiskey, please.

Better make it a large one.

You're dopping long.

Just a few more days.

Your Uncle George doesn't want my room,
does he?

No.

We're enjoying, haven't you?

Good.

Do you ever get a night off?

There's not much point, really.

There's nothing to do round here.

Well, we'll have to do something about
that.

Well,

the description's not much to go on, but
the M .O.'s the same.

Hence the nickname.

Thank you.

Lancashire Police reckon it's Stanley,
and he's getting greedier.

In the past year, he's gone from one
robbery every two months to four in the

past month. Old post offices.

Well, I hope he's not going to stick
around.

If he were given a path for me, probably
will.

Especially since the Walkington job was
out of success.

Right, I'll get on to division. Let them
know we might have Stanley on our

patch.

Ashfordly Police?

Yes, Mr Metcalfe.

Hold on.

What, mate?

I'm a minx.

No, Mr Metcalfe.

Don't you be tired of the way with your
tractor.

I'll get P .C. Rowan over straight away.

Is that Jim Metcalfe?

Looks like he's found Stanley's car.

I think I'll try for these photos of old
Whitby.

Seen anything you like?

Not really.

There's no sign of his war medals on the
list.

I suppose we'll never find out what
happened to the mer.

Are you sure he didn't keep them in the
bank?

Should I know her?

Probably not.

Nick does.

She's just got out of jail.

It's all terribly tragic.

Thank you.

Havana. Hello.

Do you know Jo Weston?

Susanna Temple Richards.

Nice to meet you.

Jo teaches at the Daydenfield Primary,
and she's also very good friends with

Nick Rowan. Oh.

He's such a nice man.

So he keeps telling me.

Would you excuse me?

Interesting.

It's got a bit of worm, this, you know.

I've got a feeling it's been messed
about.

Really? So, are you looking for anything
in particular?

Not really.

Trevor is.

He's redesigning my bathroom and
anything else I left him loose for.

I've just moved, you see.

Where to?

Yew tree cottage.

It's on the edge of the village.

I think I've seen it. It looks lovely.

Perhaps you and Nick would like to come
by for a drink sometime.

That would be nice.

Thank you.

Oh, well, Susanna would be so
disappointed if she knew I'd come all

You see, I tried Markham Court, but they
didn't have a new address.

Well, I'm not sure I should.

You see, when the trouble happened,
there were a lot of people, you know,

busybodies. Yeah, I know.

Poor Susie.

Unfortunately, we lost touch after Dick
died.

Well, I suppose I'll have to write and
tell her I was there, but I couldn't get

any help from the local post office.

Well, that would be a pity.

Well, you'd only have to redirect the
letter anyway.

Well, I don't see that it could do much
harm.

This is the address that they've asked
me to forward a mail to.

I think you're a friend of hers.

Oh, we go back a long way.

I'm looking forward to seeing her.

Any more, ladies and gentlemen? It's a
bargain still.

One pound six shillings, thank you, sir.
Do I have one pound seven?

One pound seven shillings, I am bid. Any
more?

It's going at one pound seven shillings,
sold to Mr. Trezara.

And now lot number 32, ladies and
gentlemen, this Georgian desk.

It's known better days, but restored
will grace any home, so he'll start me

ten pounds.

£10. I am bid.

£15. £15. Thank you, sir.

£20. £20.

£20.

£30.

£29. I have a bid of £29.

I have a bid of £30.

You said that was the limit, remember?

Do I have £32?

£31. I have a bid of £31.

One more bid.

£33 I am bid. Any more?

I have a bid to my right for £35.

Are we all down at £35?

Sold to Mr Greengrass for £35.

Now, the next item... The only thing the
Hillman owner couldn't account for was

his number.

Doesn't recognise it.

Ali, 3764.

I had a girlfriend called Alison.

Everyone called her Ali.

Thank you, Bellamy. Very helpful.

Could be an exchange, Sarge.

What, you mean like Whitehall 1212?

Well, yeah, but I can't think of
anywhere.

Right, Bellamy, get in touch with the
GPO. Check every telephone exchange,

starting ALI.

Don't you reckon it could be a laugh,
then?

Well, if you'd prefer to ask directory
inquiries for every Allison in the

country, don't let me stop you.

No.

Surprise!

You've changed to her?

Yeah. And you've changed your address,
kid.

I had hell of a job finding you.

The old place was too big for one.

Still on your own, then?

Yeah.

How come you're here? I thought you'd
had five more years.

Early release, Suze. I got early
release.

Better glad you were at home, eh?

Shame to have missed each other.

I'm really pleased for you, Maureen.

Thanks for coming to tell me.

Where are you headed?

Oh, nowhere special.

I'm all yours.

Well, aren't you going to ask me in?

Of course.

Sorry, it's a shock.

I never expect to see you again.

To sit in a chair like this.

I can't tell you.

It means a lot when you first come out.

Yeah.

Especially to you, eh, Suze?

Always used to having things cushy.

Lady Breakfast in bed, they used to call
you.

Oh, that reminds me.

Disgusting. Yeah.

Leftovers chipped all over your pillow.

Not funny.

Still, I soon liked the smile of the
stupid faces, didn't I?

You took care of me.

I appreciated it.

Where did you say you were going?

I didn't.

I've got a job lined up, but it doesn't
start till next week.

Oh.

Actually, I thought you might put me up
for a night or two.

Well... It's not a problem, is it?

I... I'd like to help you, Maureen. Oh,
thanks, Suze.

I knew you would.

She was found guilty of manslaughter.

Well, she killed her husband.

Well, not exactly.

He was funded the bottle and she laced
his whiskey with sleeping pills.

Why?

She didn't want him in her bed.

How awful.

He'd had a lot to drink the night before
and then took a flask of the stuff with

him on the hunt.

Fell off his horse and broke his neck.

I hope I didn't do the wrong thing.

Accepting her invitation.

No, no, she's served her time.

I feel sorry for her, really.

The county's head doesn't run out
anymore.

You old softy.

Let's go.

No, let's not.

Why, what's wrong?

I don't feel like sneaking out at the
crack of dawn.

Well, you won't have to. And I don't
want to brazen it out of a breakfast

Eileen either.

I hope we caught her on the hop this
morning.

She'll be ready for you tomorrow.

Well, in that case, she's going to be
disappointed.

Come on, you can drive me home.

I reckon the only thing that keeps half
the customers alive in here is watching

you pull their pint.

Don't go daft.

You know what you need?

Bright light, sunshine.

Somewhere you can have a bit of fun.

Like where?

Well, what about Spain?

I could do with a holiday.

I don't mean a holiday.

You could work out there.

In a bar.

In Spain?

But I don't even speak the language.

Same again?

Yeah, same.

All the holidaymakers are English.

I like bars where people speak their own
language.

It sounds brilliant.

Nice dream, anyway.

I could fix it for you.

It's been... very fancy.

Got us back up.

Sorry, thought you'd gone to sleep.

I'll get you one.

It's so quiet, isn't it?

That's why I like it.

Oh, I'd hate it.

Bright lights, good fun, that's me.

Well, this time next week I'll be set up
for life.

So you don't have to worry about me
embarrassing you in front of the county

I haven't kept up with the county set.

No.

No, of course you haven't.

It's times like this you find out who
your mates are, innit?

I'm glad I tracked you down, Fuse.

I'm dead glad.

Morning.

It's getting cold.

We should have shouted.

I didn't like to.

Oh, no, don't worry.

We won't be giving you any more nasty
shots.

You've not fallen out, have you?

No. Good.

Cheers. Quite a career girl, isn't she?

Yeah, I think so.

It's a difficult choice for a woman.
Work or children.

I suppose it is, yeah.

I think Katie gets something out of me
being with her full time.

I know I do.

You're the next best thing to a real
mum, Arlene.

I'll do that.

Oh!

Well?

What do you think?

Very nice.

What is this, isn't it?

Could have been made for you.

I'm being a pain, aren't I?

Landing on you like this.

Making you close.

I'm glad to be able to help.

Well, there is one more thing you could
do.

What's that?

A bit of money.

Oh. Just till I get paid. You know, I'll
pay you back.

I'm not sure how much I've got.

What have you quite to do?

I'm sorry.

Perhaps we could go to the bank?

It's just the men's shoes.

I never thought that rubber gloves could
be so sexy.

Stop it.

The Uncle George might see us. He's gone
to the bank. I saw him leave.

Yeah. And I've got to get ready for
opening.

Well, don't let me interrupt you.

You can interrupt me a little bit. Yeah.

Jed.

All that stuff about Spain.

Were you really serious?

I told you.

I'm going to open a bar there.

There's a job if you want it.

So it wasn't just a line then?

Is that what you think of me?

No. I'm going out there soon. I'm going
to fix things up.

If you want to come out, I'll be
waiting.

Maybe you could see your way to lending
me a couple of hundred.

You OK?

Yes.

You all right?

I didn't see him, Nick. He came from
nowhere.

You're going a bit quick.

Sorry.

Morning.

This isn't Moira. Moira.

I'm stupid, sir.

Will you tell her to watch her speed in
future?

Yes, officer. Sorry.

What are you doing, girl? You saw it
wrong, Witt. Yes.

It is not a desk, David. It is a bureau,
and no, there isn't. I'm looking for

something.

A letter?

No, you must know I'm looking for a
medal.

You're looking for a medal in the desk?

That, David, is why I bought the desk in
the first place.

Well, you can't buy medals. You have to
win them for being brave and killing

people and that.

Don't tempt me. Go and put the kettle
on.

Any news on that ALI telephone number?

No, not yet, Sarge.

No, it's both the GPO, and they
definitely haven't got an exchange

those letters.

I take it we haven't uncovered a link to
any of Bellamy's ex -girlfriends?

There was only one called Ali, but she
moved to Carmel. I'm not surprised.

Did CID get anywhere?

CID have one thing in common with the
good Lord Rowan. They both move in

mysterious ways.

They're not even convinced it's Stanley
we're looking for. Some big boys, Sarge.

What's that?

One -door locket.

Where did you get it?

Ferdy's, down Allenby Street.

We paid a block eight pounds for it this
morning.

Did you get a description?

Quite a good one, considering that Ferdy
hardly ever looks anyone straight in

the eye.

Well, let's get over to Walkington
Ventures. If Miss Spicer confirms that

is hers, we'll be the first force to put
a face to this brigand.

Eighty -five, ninety, ninety -five, two
hundred.

Shame we won't give you any more.

I thought you were loaded.

Look, Maureen, I know I owe you, but
this is more than you need to tide you

over.

Have you been at my desk?

Oh, just finding out how the other half
live.

Nice handbag, this.

Where did you get it? Where's my
passport?

Oh, I borrowed it.

What's this?

Might as well have it back.

Not much good to you now, is it?

You haven't been released, have you?

Why do you think I told that cop where I
were your cousin?

Did you really think they'd let me out
early?

So you're on the run?

Ten out of ten.

And you're in it up to your neck.

I can't be.

I've been misled.

Arbor didn't escape prisoner.

Providing money and a false passport.

Lying to that nice policeman.

You'll be back inside in five minutes if
you shot me.

Control turn, Delta Alpha 2 -0.

Delta Alpha 2 -0, yes, Spellamy.

There's a female prisoner on the loose,
Sarge. Went AWOL from Ascombe yesterday.

Well, is she considered dangerous?

Violent when cornered. Morning Bristow,
early 40s, average height, dark hair.

Doing 15 years for killing a husband
with a broken bottle.

All right, put the details on my desk.
I'll be back shortly.

Well, she said it's definitely her,
Sarge. Well, that's it.

Do you realize you've got the first
confirmed description of Stanley?

I'll call CID, get it circulated.

Hello. Is Nick there?

I need to speak to him rather urgently.

It's Susanna Temple Richards.

No, I'm sorry, he's not, but he's due
back any minute.

Can I give you... Who's Nick?

A friend.

Was that the copper's name?

I don't like being lied to, Suze.

What have you got to tell him that's so
flaming urgent?

He and his girlfriend are coming over
for drinks tomorrow night.

I just wanted to push him off.

Maureen, it's in my diary. Take a look.

Whatever it is, you get rid of them
fast.

I don't know what you say.

I got it.

Maureen thought.

I'm sorry. You can't come in.

I can hardly leave it on the doorstep.

It's not convenient. I am about to have
a bath.

Oh, right.

I suppose I could come back in the
morning.

No, I shan't be here tomorrow.

I'll give you a ring, OK?

You do still want it, don't you? Only I
could get a very decent price for this

in my shop.

Oh, do what you like with it.

Only go away.

Will you be late tonight?

Actually, I thought I'd stay over at
Joe's.

Oh, I see.

He's helping me revive for my exams.

You don't mind me leaving you with
Katie, do you?

Of course not.

Nick, you and Joe, I presume it is
serious?

Well, I think so.

Do you approve?

Would it matter if I didn't?

Well, of course it would.

You do like her, don't you?

Yes.

And I know Kate would have liked her
too.

Oh! Sorry, I nearly forgot.

Susanna Temple Richards rang earlier.

Any message?

No, she rang off rather abruptly, but
she did say it was urgent.

Right, I'll call her back.

I'm not... I'm not going to give you
away.

I'm not going to say anything to anybody
about you ever being here.

I just want to be left alone.

You're not in.

My car's in the drive.

Well, it won't be soon.

You planned it all along, didn't you?

What if I did?

It wasn't fair, me being left to rot.

We both killed our husbands, and what
did you get?

18 months.

What did I get?

15 years.

Well, me and Jed are going to buy this
place abroad.

Been planning it for ages.

Only he's no saint, and I can't let him
go on his own, can I?

You don't want to be lifting that. You
do yourself a mischief.

Are you offering?

Not with my back.

What exactly do you want? Do the
business.

I only see people by appointment.

Hey, I've come to do you a favour.

What sort of a favour?

You know that bureau you were bidding
for at the auction? You know, the one I

got? Well, when I got it home, it didn't
really match the rest of my furniture.

Really? I thought it would have fitted
perfectly in your house.

Yeah, anyway, if you're still
interested, I'm prepared to let you have

I'm really not that bothered.

Hey, I'm not looking for a profit. I
mean, I'm prepared to take what I paid

it, 35 guineas. But I wasn't prepared to
go to 35.

I know, but you went to 33.

I'll take it off your hands for 25.

25? You've got more chance than it did
fog.

OK, 28.

Guinness.

You've got a deal, Mr Greengrouse.

It'll have to be readied.

It's on the house.

Thanks. Have you said anything to
George?

Not yet.

Here I fill up for Roger.

Yeah, I am but you don't trust me look
Look, it's not bad Here's the address,

right?

I'll

make

you very welcome

So, er, what was all that about, then?

Nothing.

Oh, come on, Gina.

You don't have that look on your face
when you've been talking to Claude. But

you promised not to tell me, Uncle
George.

Of course.

Did you get what you were after at the
sale, then?

I've got some old photos of Whitby.

Claude bought just about everything
else.

Yeah, what a waste of time that was. And
I blame you.

Me?

Why? Well, all that rubbish you were
going on about Arthur Logan's Victoria

Cross.

Is that why you were buying all that
junk?

It's not funny, you know, Maggie.

Are you sure he didn't tell you where he
didn't his medals?

No.

Well, they weren't in the desk. They
were not but bills.

And the drawers have got more rubbish in
than our front room.

What about the secret ones?

Secret ones? What secret ones?

We can't go yet.

What do you mean?

We haven't enough money.

I was counting on you to get more than a
miserable £200 from your lady friend.

But we booked on a flight tomorrow
night.

I need more cash.

You told me you'd be rolling.

I ran out of luck.

Yesterday's job was a dead loss.

What happened?

The till was empty.

Well, I don't care. We'll go anyway.

You must have enough for the deposit.

If I don't pay in full, we don't get the
bar. Do you understand that?

No livelihood, no cover.

But they'll wait for the rest.

What? Tell me, tell me something. Why is
it you insist on being so stupid?

They gave me a deadline.

So what do we do?

One more job.

Another post office?

Yep.

The one in the village.

She must have gone out. Her car's not
here.

Hello?

Anyway, we were invited here tomorrow.

I wonder what's so urgent it couldn't
wait till then.

I'll try again in the morning.

Are you sure about the pension?

Yep, it lays on third day.

I'll go in, you keep a lookout.

What about Suze?

What about her?

Well, we can't leave her.

You told me you had this under control.

Yeah, well, there's a problem.

Village copper.

He's invited for drinks tonight.

You are joking.

In her diary?

Well, you're going to have to get her to
cancel. Called away unexpectedly with

her cousin.

He seemed a regular enough bloke.

You think he's done a slip?

Well, his bed wasn't slept in last night
and he'd taken his stuff.

You had no idea he was going?

If he didn't intend paying, he was
hardly likely to tell us, was he?

He was going to Spain.

Well, that's a bit out of our area, I'm
afraid.

I don't know what you're sobbing about.
It's me what's out of pocket here.

He's opening a bar out there and he
offered me a job.

But last night I seen him with some tart
and we drove off together.

Oh, Gina.

I really believed him.

Look.

He even gave me the address.

The Oasis Bar.

Calamio Alicante.

ALI 3764.

That's the phone number.

What's his boat look like?

Well, he's Irish.

He's tall.

He's good looking.

And he was with a woman?

Yeah. A right tart.

And she was older than him.

Well, what sort of car were they in?

I'm not sure, Nick.

I think it was an estate.

Well, I reckon you're best off out of
it, Gina. Can I use your phone?

Yeah, exactly what we agreed.

Nice and cool.

No tricks.

Hello, Eileen.

It's Susanna Sample Richards again.

Nick did try to get back to you.

Was it anything important?

I can't have them over for drinks
tonight.

Tell Maggie my old trouble's cleared up.

I need specialist help, so I've made an
appointment with my man in Harley

Street.

I'll let her know what he says.

Thanks, Eileen.

Who's Maggie?

She's a girlfriend.

Yes.

She's a nurse.

Right then, David.

If he says we can have it back, our gear
shouts will be ready.

We only dropped it off last night.

Don't let it worry you. Just be prepared
to get your skates on.

What?

Ah, Mr Trevor.

Not you again.

Look, I wanted to have a word with you
about that desk I sold you. I really

shouldn't have done.

You were a bit of a mistake. I thought
it clashed with your decor.

Yes, I know, but to tell you the truth,
I feel a bit guilty about it, because

let's face it, it needs a lot of doing
to it, and I honestly have the feeling

that I sort of shoved it onto you, so if
you're not bothered, I'll take it back.

I'm rather looking forward to restoring
it myself.

Yeah, I'm sure, but you see, the other
thing is it belonged to Arthur. You

Arthur Logan and him and me are old
pals. Well, I feel a bit, you know,

sentimental about it.

All right.

You can have it for 35.

I don't feel that sentimental. You only
paid 28.

25%. Not an unreasonable mark -up.

I know, but you've only had it for about
five minutes.

Suit yourself.

All right.

I'll give you 35.

Guineas.

I've got a lead on those post office
robberies.

I'll have to go into Ashfordly. Oh,
Nick, Susanna Temple Richards.

I'll call round later. No, no, it's all
right. She phoned again and left a

message. Apparently she's got to go and
see a specialist in Harley Street, so

drinks are cancelled tonight.

She asked me if I'd tell Maggie as well.

I didn't know Maggie was invited.

Nor did she.

I just phoned her.

She didn't know Susanna was ill either.

It's more like it.

You know about secret drawers?

Sorry, no.

Mind you, me mam used to tell us stories
about smugglers.

Now, they had secret drawers and that
for hiding things.

Didn't tell you how to open them, did
you?

God, no.

It were a secret.

The control room are putting an all
-ports warning out for Stanley.

At least we know where he's heading,
Sarge. Aye, but if we miss him and he's

Spain, we can't extradite him.

Sarge, we've got the paperwork on that
escaped prisoner. Oh, thank you,

Who's this, Sarge?

Oh, it's Maureen Bristow. She's just
escaped from Ascombe.

I think I saw her in Aidensfield
yesterday.

But can we just concentrate on Stanley
for the moment?

This is definitely her, Sarge.

She's got blonde hair now.

She was in the car with Susanna Temple
Richards.

That's an unlikely friendship.

Susanna was at Ashcombe playing with
this Maureen Britton.

And you think Mrs Temple Richards is
harbouring an escaped prisoner?

Well, maybe not willingly.

She's been trying to contact me
urgently. When I went round her, there

reply. When was this?

Yesterday. She phoned again this
morning, left some obscure message with

So now we have an escaped prisoner and
Stanley to contend with.

Well, they could be together.

Gina talks barely getting into a car
with an older woman. Could have been

Susanna's car.

Right, you get over to the house now.
I'll brief Bellamy and Ventress, and

can follow us back up.

Right, sir.

Jed, why don't I take the cash as hand
luggage in our vanity cave?

Don't be silly.

Come on, let's get moving.

We weren't doing this, were we, Jed?

Would you ever stop complaining? Come
on, we need the money.

I suppose she's found before the plane
takes off.

We've made sure that she won't be. Yes,
sure.

Should you be doing that?

Stop asking daft questions and get me an
hammer.

You can't smash it open, Mr. Gringraff.

Look, if I find what I'm looking for,
it'll be worth ten times what I paid for

them.

What's this?

It's a service book.

You're lying, old devil. You're in the
same mob as me.

The only way you win a VC in the
catering court is if you've got the

eat your cooking.

White fibers.

Who's a lucky lad?

No sign of the car.

Phil, you go around the back. Al?

Bonnie and Clyde were pretty looking
people, but I...

Is that her?

Any sign?

No.

Control to Delta Alpha 2 -1. Bellamy,
fetch it!

Who's going to tell Blaketon that we
missed them?

Control to Delta Alpha 2 -1.

Bellamy! Ventress!

Delta Alpha 2 -1 receiving.

They've just raided Aidensfield Post
Office.

Seat heading towards Aspenley Road.

Sarge!

Easily.

Speed up.

It won't go any faster.

I knew we shouldn't have done another
one. Shut up and drive.

What are you slowing down for?

We've had it.

Look.

No, no, keep going. Look, you can get
past him on that bend.

No, I can't.

On your feet. On your feet.

Ventress!

Won't you stand there? Get off the
rowing.

Bellamy, put this one in my car.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

You're only not trying.

Are

you

all right, miss?

Yeah.

Take it out of there.

It's a bit early for Joe Claude.

Do what? White fibres. They're not legal
anymore.

They stopped being legal years ago.

You're joking.

I'm not.

Well, they must be worth more than a
fibre, then, cos they're probably a

collector's item.

They might be, but I'm not a collector.

Oh, I'll take them round the bank, then.

They'll not change them. They're out of
date, Claude.

Put it on the slate. I think it's going
to be one of those days.

It is, because you haven't got one.

She made me believe I'd be back in
prison for assisting her.

Well, it wouldn't have come to that.

They were going to park the car at the
airport and leave me there to die.

While they went to Spain.

Maureen wasn't going to Spain?

She was.

They were planning to open a bar
together.

But Jed only booked one seat.

Hey!

What are you lit a fire out here for?

The alcove's locked.

I shouldn't have asked, should I?

There's something wrong, Mr Greengrass.
Something wrong with that? They wouldn't

change this flaming money, would they?

They reckon it's out of date.

Now we've smashed up the desk, I can't
even sell that.

Here, have a present.

I've stuck these two bits back together
now.

Very good.

Put them on your fire.

What should I do with all the rubbish
out at the desk?

I've got plenty of my own. Burn it!

I don't suppose there's any consolation,
but I think that Jed was furious about

the job in Spain.

No, it's not.

Cheeky beggar.

Takes off without paying and tries to
steal my barmaid. You're better off

Gina. At least we know who our local
rogues are.

Yeah, and I can just about handle them.

You wouldn't believe what Claude tried
to pull this morning.

He only tried to pay me with a white
fiver.

Says he's got 50 of them.

Lucky devil.

Why? They're waiting, aren't they?

you want, but I'm warning you, I'm not
having a good day.

I'm doing you a favour, Claude. Ah, and
pigs might.

Those fibres you found.

What about them?

Would you know how to cash them in?

You can't cash them in, can you? Because
they're out of date.

The Bank of England will take them.

David! David!

Have you got that money I gave you?

You said it were rubbish and to burn it.

You've not burnt the money.

Oh, you did, Mr. Greengrass.

Look, it's there.

My baby kisses me.

Heartbeat. Why does a love chip play in
my memory?