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

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

Very happy. Says he must be the best in
the business.

What a knowledgeable gentleman he must
be.

Hit his shed round the back.

Who exactly is this mate of yours? It's
my brother -in -law. He's got a butcher

shop over beyond Pickering. Yeah,
started specialising in game pies.

Hey, he wondered if you could get him a
few airs. I wouldn't mind being able to

get a few for myself.

Eh? It don't matter. How many does he
want?

As many as you can get, and he'll pay
two bob each.

Well, he won't get many around here, but
I know some lads who might be able to

get you a few.

Right.

How about I be going?

Don't forget the umpents.

Oh, aye.

30 bob.

Hey,

don't your firm mind you're borrowing
their van? They don't know.

Night watchman's a mate. Turns a blind
eye when I need the keys.

You'll have to introduce me.

Police. The new owners want to move in
right away.

So what are you going to do?

Well, I shipped my stuff out to school
today.

I'm actually looking forward to moving
in with Maggie.

Well, it's a shame you can't move in
with me.

Well, I think we'd better let my parents
get used to the idea of the wedding

before we spring that one on them.

Yeah, I suppose so.

I'll come round and help you pack after
work.

Oh, thanks. It shouldn't take too long.
And Maggie's lending me the Land Rover.

Time to try your little bo -peep -acne.
You what?

The sheep loose all over Walnut Lane.

Could have been mutton on the menu at
the pub today.

Thanks, Gina.

Ta -ra.

I'd better go.

See you later.

This attempted raid on the Sanger's
factory last night looks like the same

that cleaned out Fairbrothers.

It's certainly the way Harrogate's V .I
.D. seemed to think, Sarge. You haven't

been sucking up to those flash Harrogs,
I hope, Bellamy?

With their expensive suits and free beer
money.

They rang up, class. They're on their
way over. Well, naturally, we'll give

all our cooperation, Ventress.

Sir. You know, if you lot put as much
energy into police work as you do into

gossip, then this station would have the
best clear -up record in Yorkshire.

And where's Rowan? When I say nine o
'clock, I mean nine o 'clock. Not too

pass.

I'm going to have to go.

Find out who left that gate open,
Charlie.

Are you receiving me, Rowan?

Rowan?

Guard?

Hello, Harry.

Claude Greengrass.

No, you're not that lucky.

I was wondering if you and your lads
could get me a few airs.

Very good. The old ones are always the
best. Can you get any or not?

Well, as many as you can get. I can get
a shilling each.

Yeah, the only thing is, I want them
pretty quick.

How quick do you think?

Yesterday.

All right, son. All right, I'll be
seeing you. Ta -ra. Ta -ra, mate.

Robert Chalk.

Yes, Miss.

Jennifer Clark.

Yes, Miss.

Dennis Cross.

Where's Den?

Dunno. I hope he's not ill again.

He was all right yesterday.

Doreen Hope.

Yes, Miss.

Is that you, Den?

Yes.

Yes, Mum.

There you are.

You're a good boy.

Did you get my wool?

It won't be until next week.

Mrs Simmons says she'll put it by for
you.

How about the logs?

They'll drop them over Friday.

I've done everything on your list. I've
got to go, Mum.

Well, you can't go out without
breakfast.

I'm not hungry.

Well, I could do with something.

Just a bit of toast, maybe.

Wouldn't take you a minute.

OK, Mum.

I can't look at this now.

The print's too small and I already have
a headache.

Maybe you can read it to me later.

I've got to go, Mum. I'm already late.

I'll write you another sick note.

I don't want Miss Weston on me back
again.

Oh, please, Den.

You know I get lonely when you're out
all day.

Yeah, Mum.

Their chief super is as flash as they
come.

Well, that must have darkened his night.

Oh, he's in a filthy mood this morning.
Watch your step.

And about kind too, Rowan. There's work
to be done.

Yeah, well, Alf's filled me in on the
raid at Sangers.

I gather we have to cooperate with
Harrogate CID.

Not exactly the way they see it.

No? They're not expecting much help from
wooden -top yokels like us.

And after this morning, who could blame
them?

But I'd like to show them we can clear
up things on our own patch.

Yes, sir. Right, then, go and talk to
Albert Potter, the Sanger's night

watchman. He's just been released from
hospital. I want to know everything he

saw and heard.

Right, sir.

And don't stop off to play with any more
sheep.

Here's me saying we'll never see any.

Alfred! Come here, son.

Go and fetch!

That lot should have been on the road by
nine.

It's not our fault, boss. We've all had
to make statements. That took time.

Mr. Sanger?

That's right.

I don't suppose you've managed to catch
them?

Not yet, Mr. Sanger.

Well, you won't find them here.

They were probably out of the country
before your lot responded to the 999.

Just like to check a few more details.

Again?

I've been through it all with CID.

You'd better come in the office.

Best of luck, mate.

Mood easy.

So the wages are always kept in the safe
on Wednesday nights, right?

Yeah, what of it? Well, if it's common
practice, a lot of people would know,

wouldn't they?

Are you saying it was our fault?

I'm just trying to establish a reason
for them coming here. The gang we think

are responsible usually go after bigger
businesses.

Must have been the lure of easy money.

Well, it was a good thing we had a night
watchman on the job then.

Saved your red faces.

The more you can tell us, the more
chance we've got of catching them, Mr

Well, yes, of course, of course.

You'll have some tea, will you?

I've a pot fresh brewed.

Oh, thanks.

When did you first realise something was
up?

Well, when I heard the window breaking.

No.

Biscuit. No, no, thanks.

So that must have been how they got in.

Well, I suppose so. They were through to
the office by the time I got there. I

made them myself.

Well, in that case...

Thank you.

They're nice.

They must have known the layout of the
place. Get through to the safe that

quick. I suppose so. I never thought
about that.

How many of them did you see?

Oh, there were three.

Can you describe them?

Well, they were big.

Well, they were stocking masks and dark
clothes.

That's all I can tell you.

Hi. Wait.

Well, they were big fellas.

I was proper scared, but I told them I'd
already called the police. I put the

wind up them.

They knocked me down and made a run for
it.

All they got away with was a petty cash
box.

You're a brave man, Mr Potter.

You're stupid.

My Elizabeth always said I never stopped
to think what I let myself in for.

My wife died three years back.

Well, I'm sure she'd have been very
proud of you.

Jane looked back at the gates of the
lodge and realised she could never leave

all behind.

It was her home, the only one she knew.

The light was on at the stable block.

Stephen must be there.

Whenever Stephen was home, her heart
leapt.

Dan? Where are you going?

Out. I thought you'd gone to sleep.

Stay with me a bit longer.

Oh, Mum.

Please, Dan.

I know you've been over this a few times
now, but it's amazing how little things

can come back to you.

Anything you remember could be useful.

Ah, well, that's what the CID fellow
said to me.

Did they have any tools or explosives?

I don't know.

It all happened so quick. I told you all
I know.

All right, Mr. Potter.

Jot down anything else you remember and
give me a call at the station.

Would you come and see me again?

Of course.

That would be nice.

I don't get many visitors.

Has Bernie's scripts been in?

He's got to be in today.

He's got a big funeral.

It's about time he made up his mind what
business he's in. I mean, he's supposed

to be fixing my lorry. Instead of that,
he's bunging bodies in boxes.

I don't suppose he's fed up to you about
whether my lorry's finished or not?

Bernie doesn't give me progress reports
on every old banger he's got in the

garage. Why don't you ask him yourself?

It's because I haven't seen him. That's
why I'm asking you.

Well, he's in here every night, Claude.

I know, but I've got no flame in
transport, have I? Not only that, but...

I've been a bit busy myself lately.

Really?

Well, it sounds like you can afford to
pay a bit more off your sleep, then.

I want to keep my big mouth shut. What
do I owe? Two quid. Two quid?

Right, here. Here's one of them.

Oh, thanks.

This pain's getting worse.

I want to see a doctor.

What do they know about anything?

They might be able to help.

I didn't know for doctors when your dad
died.

Always asking questions.

Filling forms.

Poking their noses into everyone's
business.

I'll need some water for these.

Put some by your bed. It's time for your
afternoon nap.

I don't want to go upstairs.

I don't feel tired.

You always feel better after I sleep.

I do you a lot more good than pills.

I've told you.

I'm not tired.

Just go to bed, Mum.

Are you going somewhere?

I can't stay in all the time, Mum.
Anywhere you won't even notice.

You do I hate it when I'm on my own.

I've got to get out sometimes, Mum.

You're doing well there, Harry. How many
were there? Seven, eight? Ten.

It's worth a try.

Hey, who's this?

Yep. Hey, look, they've got a few that
won't be mad in March.

Mind you, I bet they're not all that
happy at the moment.

So you didn't have much luck with
Potter, then?

Well, only that he took them by surprise
and told them he'd already called the

police. Well, they must have had a
getaway vehicle and a driver nearby.

Well, it's most likely parked in
Greybridge Lane. It's quiet at that time

night. Only the odd courting couple.

Well, somebody might have seen them
driving off, then. Well, you lot better

out there. Start asking questions.

See what you can turn up.

That sounds like a lot of legwork.

I thought this was Harrogate's case. We
don't want to duplicate work that they

should have done.

One of the sacred truths of life,
Ventress, is the vast majority of crime

solved by detectives swanning around in
fast cars.

It's down to the hard graft of the
uniformed copper on the beat.

That's what gives the public confidence
in us.

Where did you get it? I caught it. Ball
in my door. You're going to buy it off

me.

Yeah, all right. I'll give you a
shilling.

Here.

What? You're getting too bad for each of
them.

Who told you that?

Never you mind. Come on. I want one and
six.

Or I'll tell.

You'll get far.

The sooner the better.

I wanted to stop along the way and see
Mrs Cross.

But then I've been missing a lot of
school lately.

Fine, okay.

That's what I want to find out.

I thought I was the one who couldn't
leave work behind.

Come on.

Won't take long.

There you go, Phil.

All this tramping about must be keeping
you fit.

Well, thirsty.

I don't know why we're wasting so much
time.

I mean, they only took the petty cash.

I blame your boss.

Eh? Well, if Sanger's aunt had bowled
out Blayton, he wouldn't feel as if he

so much to prove.

He bowls everybody out. His dad were a
real gent, but since he's taken over,

nothing's right.

I thought you'd emigrated.

I don't suppose you've seen Bernie, have
you? Cos he's not in the garage.

No clock, sorry.

I'm getting fed up with walking about
everywhere.

What's wrong with your truck, anyway?

I don't know. It probably just needs
hitting with an hammer, which is what

do with him when I see him.

Oh, Tony.

Everything all right for tonight?

There's a problem. I can't get the van.

You are?

There was a break -in at the factory
last night. I was lucky to get the keys

back without anybody noticing.

That's lovely, that is. I've got half
the wildlife of North Yorkshire sitting

my shed waiting for you to fetch it.
Well, I can't tonight.

Any road, I thought your truck was going
to be ready today.

Yeah, snap.

Well, we'll have to leave it, then.

Leave it?

I've paid out good money for it. I've
had half the layabouts in the area

bringing dead heirs up to my place. I
can't have it hanging about

otherwise the law of the land will start
sniffing.

Look, I'll give my brother -in -law a
ring, see if he can come over tomorrow

afternoon. Tell him it's urgent.

Hey, I brought you this.

What is it?

Pizza and a brother -in -law's game pie.

Beautiful, is it?

Not as beautiful as a handful of
reddies.

I'll have it.

No answer?

No, but it should be in if he's been off
sick.

Why don't you leave his number note and
ask him to get in touch?

That's a good idea.

I wasn't expecting to see you here
tonight.

Well, I've never missed a day's work
since I started here.

But you've had a nasty shock.

I was thinking you might have decided it
was time to call it a day.

What?

Retire?

While you're still fit enough to enjoy
it.

I said I had a job here as long as I
wanted.

Ah.

Well... Don't let me keep you from your
work.

I'm sure I can hear a radio on.

I'll try round the back.

Mrs. Cross?

Mrs.

Cross?

Joe?

He's dead.

It's a terrible thing, Nick. How did she
die?

We'll have to wait for the post -mortem.
The doctor thinks she either fell down

the stairs or was pushed.

By any sign of Den?

No. I saw him in the village this
afternoon. There was a whole crowd of

playing football.

He must have gone home with one of them.
Probably Robert Chalk. I'll check it

out.

I can't believe she could have been
pushed.

Well, that's the police's worry, isn't
it, Den?

As far as I know, he's got no other
family.

I'm sorry to bother you so late. We're
trying to find Ben Cross.

We've checked all the kids in his class,
see if he's staying with any of them.

Haven't seen him all week.

Have you asked Mrs Chalk? He's a friend
of Robert's.

Yeah, he's not there. You're the last on
my list.

Have you got any idea where he might be?

His family never turns up to school.
Fakes are out like that.

Well, don't get me wrong, he's a nice
lad. The others always invite him to

parties. But he's never had one himself.

Well, maybe he can't afford it. You make
the effort for your kids, though, don't

you? If you have any ideas, let me know.

All it takes is a bottle of squash and a
cake with candles. I suppose this

mother can't be bothered.

I should have seen the signs.

If Dan didn't say anything, there's no
way you could have known, Jo.

I've done nothing but tell him off this
time.

No luck, then?

He hasn't been seen since you left
Robert Chalks.

We'll have to start a search first
light.

He could still come back here. It's
getting very late, though.

I'll stay here tonight, just in case he
shows up.

Will you let Eileen know for me?

Fine watchdog you are.

Who's that this?

Honestly, Dad, I'm fine.

I'll call you later.

OK. Bye.

That was Dad.

He was worried when there was no reply
last night. Thought something had gone

wrong with the move.

Did you explain?

Yes, but I don't think he was listening.

He's still worried about Mum.

Isn't she any better?

Doesn't sound like it. She's still
getting a lot of headaches.

Do you think that's just stress?

Well, it could be. It could be a lot of
things.

Save it for your own doctor.

I'll suggest it when I call tonight.

Well, I stayed there all night, and he
didn't show up.

He was seen made in the field this
morning, licking a bottle of milk.

Well, that's good news. If he's still in
the village, he'll soon be found.

Well, I thought I'd pop down to school,
have a word with some of his mates.

Maybe one of them will know where he is.

That's fair enough.

But basically, it's a case for the
children's department.

Look, we still don't know for sure what
happened to Mrs Cross.

Well, he's too young to be charged, so
it doesn't make much difference. All

we've got to do is find him, then turn
him over to the children's department.

Yeah, poor kid.

Meanwhile, we've got some new
information on that raid at Stangard.

Among the fingerprints in the office was
Tony Mowbray. Do you know him? Yeah.

Had a drink with him yesterday in the
Aidensfield Arms.

You want to be more careful about the
company you keep, Bellamy. According to

CRO, he's got previous for breaking and
entering.

Well, that's all behind him now, Sarge.
He's been clean for years.

Maybe he just hasn't got caught.

So why didn't Harrogate lift him?

He must have had this information by
now.

Well, they didn't think the prince was
significant because he worked there, and

he's got alibis for the previous raid.

Now, I don't think it's the same gang as
the other raids. I think this is a one

-off, a local job.

Oh, this is your new theory, is it,
Sarge?

Not without reason, Ventry.

The thieves obviously knew their way
round the place, and the fact that

saw or heard a getaway vehicle, that's
another pointer.

And Mowbray was seen driving Sanger's
van out of the yard that night. Now,

could have been the getaway vehicle.

What do we do now, then?

Well, you, Bellamy, and you, Ventress,
you're going to help me prove my theory,

as you put it.

Things go wrong, I seem to be bad.

And I'm sure they want to help, but I
don't think they know anything.

Maybe they don't want to tell.

I'm not going to treat them as hostile
witnesses, I think.

Right, settle down now, please.

There's just a few points we'd like to
clear up from your original statement,

Potter.

How long has you been working at the
factory?

Oh, well, I've been night watchman about
20 years.

But before that, well, the work were
getting a bit heavy for me, so...

That's when old Mr. Sanger's made me the
night watchman, see?

Didn't want to lose me, see?

It's nice to see loyalty being rewarded.

You must have made a lot of friends at
Sanger's, Mr. Potter, working there for

so long.

Oh, yeah.

Like a family to me, they were.

Especially since my Elizabeth died.

Well, maybe some of them are not quite
as loyal to the company as you are.

How do you mean?

Well, I understand that young Mr.
Sangers has caused quite a bit of

since he took over, and maybe some
members of the staff decided to award

themselves an unofficial pay rise.

They found the keys to the office pretty
easily, which might indicate some

inside knowledge.

No, no, none of the lads would do a
thing like that.

You said they wore masks, so you can't
be sure.

No, no, no, it must have been that lot
that robbed Fairbanks.

Oh, it's too early to make that
assumption.

How many people would have access to Mr.
Sanger's office besides you and him?

Well, uh... You see, we found some
fingerprints on the key box that I'm

trying to work out when they were made.

Well, it couldn't have been one of them
because they all wore gloves.

Gloves.

You didn't mention that before?

Masks and gloves.

Ventress, amend Mr. Potter's statement,
will you?

Right then, these men in masks, are you
sure you didn't recognise any of them?

No, no, no, I'd have told you.

Perhaps you're not happy about
implicating some of your friends.

No, no, no, no, they weren't like that.

I didn't recognise any of them.

Well, I don't think we need to waste any
more of your time, Mr Potter.

Well, is he coming?

He can't get away.

You've got to do something. It's got to
be shifted.

I've told you there's now I can do. Just
leave it for a couple of days. I mean,

it's not going anywhere, is it?

It will do. If it stays there much
longer, it'll walk out itself.

Leave it to me. I'll sort something out.
Right. I'll give you the address.

Any other pen?

Gina?

Yeah. And by the way, your slate's up to
two quid again.

When he pays me... I'll pay you.

Tony.

Sorry to butt in, mate.

You're going to have to come down the
station.

Blayton wants a word.

I can't. I'm on a shift at two.

Tony, your fingerprints were found on
the keybox at Sanger's. Big deal. I work

there.

You ain't going to take no for an
answer.

This is just because I've got form,
isn't it?

He should be out looking for that kid
that's gone missing. He could starve to

death before you lot find him.

Get your jacket.

Den Cross.

Do you know him?

Ah, cheeky little devil.

How long do they think he's been gone,
then? Since yesterday, apparently.

Well, he can't have gone far, cos I saw
him this morning pinching a bottle of

milk out the back.

The PM is a bit technical for me, but
still put Den in the clear.

Absolutely.

Atheroma quite advanced by the looks of
it.

What's that?

Hardening of the arteries and
consequently vertebrae bacillus

Cancels blackouts.

Yeah, I gather that. The pathologist
thinks she landed awkwardly and broke

neck. There's no evidence of foul play?

No.

Would she have been sick for a while?

Several months at least.

So why didn't her doctor pick up on it?

Well, as far as I know, she hasn't been
anywhere near the surgery.

It's not unusual, Nick.

There are people still living in the
dark ages that don't trust doctors.

You know, maybe we're missing something.

They can't live their whole lives in
isolation.

So when am I getting paid for this
thing, Claude?

By the way. What?

The butcher will give you a sealed
envelope for me. Bring it back and we'll

a sort out.

There's something you're not telling me,
Claude.

Look, there's no way I'm going to do
you, is there?

Yeah, because you're an old rogue.

I know, but I'm lovable.

Is that all, Sergeant?

Because I've got to be getting back.

I can always give Mr.

Thangers a ring.

Tell him he'll be helping us with our
inquiries.

Come on, Mulberry.

You know the score. You've done it
before. That were a long time ago.

I had nothing to do with it. Job.

Shall I tell you how I think it was?

And then you can tell me if I'm right.

Did you read about the raid on
Fairbrothers?

It's been in all the papers.

Then you and your mates thought that if
you could make this look like another

raid by the same gang, there'd be no
chance of suspicion falling on you.

This is ridiculous.

Unfortunately, though, you made a few
mistakes.

First, the other break -ins were for
bigger money.

Second...

All the entries were forced.

And third, you were seen driving
Sanger's van late on Wednesday night.

I don't have to say anything.

You've got nothing on me.

If it was left to CID, that's how it
would stay.

A bungled office break -in. A few quid
nicked from petty cash.

That's small beer to them, but it's not
small beer to me, Mr Mulberry. This is

my patch.

And I'm not giving up till I've sorted
this out.

No.

It was you.

I thought I'd catch you, young Denny.

Please don't tell me, Mr Greengrass.

He'll send me to a home.

So, young Dennis, what are we going to
do with you?

Can I stay here for a while? Please, Mr
Greengrass.

You can't stop here, son.

You'll have to sort something out.

I could go to London.

London?

What are you going to do in London?

I don't know, but I've got to get away
from here.

Otherwise, they'll put me in a home.

No, perhaps they won't have to do that.

What else are they going to do?

Well, I don't know. Perhaps you live
with your sister.

I ain't got a sister.

Of course you have.

What was her name? Sandra, wasn't it?

I don't know what you're on about, Mr
Greengrass.

It was always just Mum and me.

But I could get by in London. I know I
could.

You don't want to go to London.

It's in the south.

You'll be tired and hungry by now.

You'll turn up.

Looking for home comforts, I expect.

Yeah, I hope so.

Well, thank you for your help, Mr
Mulberry. We may need to talk to you

I'll fit.

I'll let him sweat for a bit.

He knows I'm on to him.

I think you might be barking up the
wrong tree, Sarge. It all fits, Rowan.

And I reckon Albert Potter knows it too.

There's no way he's going to grass on
his mate.

Oh, you got on pretty well with the old
boy, didn't you? You can come with me.

He's a lonely old man, Sarge.

You give him a third degree, he'll just
cram up.

Never underestimate your powers of
persuasion.

Especially when combined with mine.

Be careful.

I know what I'm doing, Mr Green. I've
been looking after myself for months.

I know you have. By thieving.

And you can't keep doing that, you know,
Dennis.

Otherwise somebody's going to catch you
other than me and you will finish up in

a home.

I mean, if you want to live on your own,
you'll have to do something like that

because you'll need money.

I know I can make a bit of money.

How's that?

My mum has an old silver box her gran
left her. She'd want me to have it. Now

she's gone.

Mum always said it was there for a rainy
day.

If we ever got in trouble, we could sell
it.

Where is it, then, this box?

At the house.

If I went and got it, you could sell it
for me.

I'll switch it with you.

Look, you don't want to do that. Look, I
know you don't want to finish up in her

home, but why don't you want to go and
live with your sister?

I keep telling you I haven't got one.

Yeah, I know you do.

Look, I'm going out.

I'll leave Alfred with you.

Lock the door when I've gone.

And don't answer it to anybody.

Where are you going?

To get something sorted.

You going to turn me in?

Don't talk. Of course I'm not.

Trust me.

Lock the door.

Well, hello, Mr Rowan. Nice to see you
again.

Oh, you're here too.

We were just parking, Mr Potter.

Thought we'd pop in and see how you
were.

And to see if anything else has jogged
your memory.

My memory, sir?

We happen to know now who it was who
took the keys to Sanger's office from

key box in your room. The question is,
who helped him?

Well, as I told you, there were... They
wore masks.

There was nothing I could see about
them.

Wearing masks is neither here nor there.
Tony Mowbray left his prints all over

that box.

Tony Mowbray?

No, no, no.

You're saying it wasn't him?

Well, no, no, yes, yes.

How do you explain his prints all over
the box?

Well... Well, he... He had a little
arrangement, like he...

You used to borrow a van from time to
time.

And Mr Sangers knew about this
arrangement?

Well, no, no, no, no. It was between him
and me, like.

Did Tony Mowbray borrow a van the night
before last?

What?

And he was going to use it to drive away
the contents of Mr Sangers' safe, was

he? No, no!

Well, if it wasn't him, then who was it?

The only other fingerprints they found
were yours and Mr. Sanger's.

And you're not suggesting Mr.

Sanger's hit you over the head, are you?

No, no, no.

It was me.

I beg your pardon.

I never touched the money.

That wasn't what it was about.

I just wanted young Mr.

Sanger's to know I was still useful.

So you've got the petty cash box.

Oh, there, you uncounted.

And you planned all this yourself?

Put yourself in casualty?

I was watching the Lavender Hill mob on
the telly the other night.

That's what gave me the idea.

Well, that didn't work out the way they
planned it either, did it?

Had you better put the cuffs on me.

No, there's no need for that. Hang on,
hang on.

Mr. Sangers?

Might want to press charges.

Can I have a word?

What's wrong, Claude? A bit of advice,
really, but I don't know who else to go

to. OK, fire away.

Well, it's really about a kid, you know,
whose mum dies. Do you know what

happens to him officially?

Well, if he's underage, he becomes the
responsibility of the children's

department at County Hall. Do they put
him in an home?

He's got to live somewhere.

I know, but, I mean, you know, one of
them children's homes.

Well... As a first resort, I suppose
they might look at adoption if he hasn't

got any other family.

Ah, but that's just it. Say he has got,
like, an older sister or something that

nobody knows what about.

You've lost me, Claude. Well, would he
be able to go and stay with her, you

know, even if he didn't know she
existed?

You're talking about Dan Cross?

Yes. Have you found something out about
him?

Well, I think so.

Get in the car, Claude. What for? Just
shut up and get in. I'm taking you

straight round to Nick Rowan. You can
tell him exactly what you do know.

Come in.

You wanted to see me.

Shut the door.

If it's about being late for my shift, I
can make up the time.

I'm afraid it's a bit more serious than
that.

So how come Den doesn't know he's got a
sister?

Well, if I remember rightly, she left
home years ago, probably before he was

born. Bit of a long shot.

I know. It's worth a try, though, isn't
it? I mean, blood's thicker than water.

It's terrifying he's going to be put in
a gnome.

Where is he now?

He's back at my place. He spent the
night he wanted me barns. I'll come back

with you, Claude. I'll take another look
at the cottage. If there isn't

anything, there must be some trade with
her. I'll get Joseph to give me a hand.

I've got a feeling her name are either
Sandra or Susan or something like that.

Yeah, come on, you.

Hey,

I haven't got to get on your pillion
again, have I?

Ah, Mr Mowbray.

I just thought you'd like to know we got
to the bottom of that break -in the

other night. Albert Potter.

He's confessed to staging the old thing.

Feathering your cap, I suppose?

No, just doing our job.

Anyway, that puts you in the clear.

Bit late for that. Seeing as I've
already been given notice.

Why's that?

Mr Thang has dug out my original job
application.

Seems I forgot to mention my criminal
record.

Stackable offence, that.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

Yeah? Oh, well, that makes me feel a
whole lot better.

Where is he? I told him to lock the
door. He's probably done a bunk.

Dennis! Dennis!

Did he know you were coming to see me?

When I left here, even I didn't know I
was coming to see you.

So where is he now?

That human has done a lot of stuff
through this.

Oh, I'm done.

It can't be Den's.

Thunder across.

Lord must be right.

She must have packed her daughter's
whole life in here.

No wonder Den doesn't know about her.

Why not just chuck it all out? It would
have been safer.

Or maybe there's something in these.

There's stacks of them. She must have
been writing since she left.

She's not his sister, Jo.

She's his mother.

Hi, Dennis!

You've sold on me to the coffers!

Don't talk, Daft. He's like me. He just
wants to help you. I thought you'd be

the last person to grasp on me. I
thought I could trust you.

You can!

Don't go out stupid.

Look, there's something you should know.

There ain't no...

off from you. You just want to turn me
in.

Dennis!

She couldn't have been more than 16 when
Den was born.

Which makes her about 25 now.

And according to the letters, she's been
desperate to keep in touch.

So he's gone through his mother dying,
and now has to accept a new mum he's

never even seen before.

It could be a viable option, Nick. We've
got to try it. If it's what the both

want, it'll keep them out of a
children's home.

He were in the barn all the time.

He was frightened how we were going to
hand him over.

So where is he now?

He's run off.

Run off where?

I don't know. He's just run off.

Well, did he say anything about where he
might go?

London.

London? How's he going to get there?

There's a silver box that belonged to
his mother. It's at the house. It

surprise me if he don't try and get it
and flog it.

Frankly, Sergeant Blaketon, Potter's
been hailed as a hero in the local

Putting him in court now would not be
the sort of publicity this firm needs.

Better to let him retire quietly.

Of course, I can't stop you charging him
with obstruction.

Doesn't seem much point, sir.

I'd be more concerned about Tony
Mowbray. I was hoping that you might

your decision.

Rules are rules, Sergeant.

I'd have thought you'd be the first to
agree with that.

Then It's mine. No, I'd want me to have
it We're sure then and that was my take

it away from you You've got a truck

Then... Then wait.

Delta Alpha 2 pod, control.

Control receiving.

What does it mean?

I'm at Cross Cottage.

I need an ambulance.

Young Den's been hurt.

Hello, Den.

How are you feeling today?

Better now, miss.

You won't go running off again, will
you?

No. Well, you won't have to anymore.

So they're not going to put me in a
home?

There's someone coming to see you.

Claude Greengrass told you about her.

You mean I have got a sister?

Well, it's a bit more complicated than
that, Dan.

I think it's someone you'll want to see.

She certainly can't wait to see you.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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