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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?