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

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

Glad to be back.

I'm not sure.

I'll let you know.

Listen, you'll find that my brother can
be a bit of an old bore.

Darling.

Don't worry.

Old bores are my speciality.

God.

I wish I'd met you 20 years ago.

You'll go blind, you know.

Didn't you ever wish you could marry a
model or a film star?

Live life in the fast lane?

No, it's all a fantasy film.

In reality, it would be just as boring
and humdrum as everything else.

It couldn't be any more boring than
here.

Nothing ever happens.

What would you like to happen?

I'd like to invite Sue round.

With a candlelight, soft music, a bottle
of wine.

So, invite her.

She'd think I was up to something.

Yep, and she'd be right.

But if we had a party, then I could
invite her.

A party?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Craddock would love that, wouldn't he?

Craddock doesn't have to know.

Now, your best bit is just rip the whole
thing out. I mean, it's rubbish, isn't

it?

I've always really rather liked it.

It's rafty, dirty, and we could offer
you... A brand -new coal -effect

job. With genuine walnut veneer. 30
quid. And that includes all the fitting,

making good the wall, and I'll throw in
a lick of paint.

That's a Victorian fireplace.

Maybe 100 years old.

Neil, you don't have to clean it out.

This is the standard of workmanship we'd
be getting.

That is a very late design. In 20 years'
time, that will be in a museum.

Well, as long as it works in the
meantime.

Thank you.

Hey, Bradley!

Well, that's lucky for some.

I was wondering, does Sergeant Craddock
know that you're running a B &B at the

police house?

Don't know what you mean.

What I mean is, P .C. Bellamy, I've seen
him coming and going.

Now, unless regulations have changed...
Since my retirement.

Listen, I'm just trying to help him out,
OK? It's temporary.

Who's that?

That, Bradley, is more trouble than you
need.

Thought I thought she'd have drunk
herself to death by now.

Yeah, but who is she?

She is Lord Ashfordly's sister.

Lonely bit of workmanship, innit?

Where did you get it?

You've got a very suspicious nature,
William.

It belongs to an old lady over in
Ashfordly. Her family asked me to do the

clearance. Before or after she died?

I knew you when you weren't quite so
fussy.

It's got a bit of age to it, though. I
mean, look at the patination.

Leave her with me. I'll have a better
look at it and give you a price

It's nearer 20 than 10, isn't it?

You're looking pretty chipper.

You're getting fat.

Come in here, little Ronnie.

Now, I want you boys to be friends. I'm
sure we'll do our best.

Well, let's get you inside.

Nice place.

Suits me.

He's an excellent chap, really. He's
been with the family for years. I

I'm too soft -hearted to let him go.

Can't afford to be soft -hearted these
days.

Fancy a drink before lunch?

Oh, yeah.

Hello.

Mr. Greengrove? It all depends how you
buy in the cellar. We're doing a bit of

work for Mrs. Bolton.

Said you might have a place to camp.

Ten bob a night in advance.

The thing is, she's my sister.

Have you got a sister?

No. I'm going to be honest, because you
seem a decent enough fellow.

She used to have a bit of a drink
problem.

I know. She told me.

Said she hasn't passed a draw for six
months now. I believe her.

I believe her, too.

So why do you want to marry her?

I... love her.

Calhoun did rather well in the war.

A fighter pilot, battled Britain, that
sort of thing.

I did my duty.

Listen, Ashfordly, I'm not stinking rich
like the last one.

Never like the fellow American.

I was brought up to put public service
before commerce.

You know, queen and country.

Absolutely.

Queen and country.

Now that is a beauty.

It's not a mark, is it?

So what have you written, brother?

I've written that King's Road top. It's
right up his street.

Could get at least, what, a hundred?

No, it's... It's definitely nothing, all
right, lads.

Yeah, yeah, fine, thanks.

Is that the fireplace you took out of
the Bolton's place?

Yeah, it's rubbish, really, mate.

You're going to have to find some place
to dump it. I could, er...

Take it off your hands, if you like.

No, no.

You never lift it.

You must think I came up the river on a
biscuit.

It's a marvellous con job you're
working, isn't it? I tell you something,

knew this stuff was marketable down
south, I might have done it myself.

We are not conning anybody.

We come in, we do a nice modernisation
job, which is what most people want.

Yeah, and then you cop the old fireplace
remote.

Legitimate architectural salvage.

And pigs might.

Looks like you need a coffee.

Well, I've given my consent for what is
worth.

I think perhaps a small do's called for.

You mean an engagement party of Charlie.
That'd be brilliant.

Yeah, I don't think so.

A dinner party. That'd be best. Just a
dozen or so guests.

Friends and neighbours. Don't want to
have to put anyone up.

I'm not so far I know around here.

Not who'd want to come, anyway.

Nonsense.

Thousands of people. There's the Bings
and Pym, and I suppose we'd have to have

the Hepworths as well.

Who would have the Hepworths? I don't
even know them.

Poor Markham Grange. Filthy rich. She
goes about decked out like a Christmas

tree.

In that case, we should definitely
invite them.

They're marvellous, though. You get no
smoke, you get no draughts, and a

beautiful walnut veneer surround.

I quite like an open fire.

It's more cosy.

I didn't know you could have parties.

Yeah, look, just keep it under your hat,
all right?

Am I invited?

Of course you are.

She wants to bring a friend.

So, what's the problem?

What if it's a boyfriend?

Look, we'll get him plastered, then
chuck him out.

Maggie.

Patricia.

You'll have to excuse the man.

Thank you for agreeing to see me.

Better come in.

I haven't had a drink now for six
months.

I bet that surprises you.

Well, you do look well.

What I need to do now is apologise.

It's really not necessary.

It is necessary.

I'm an alcoholic. You tried to help me
and I just abused you for your pains.

I'm truly sorry, Maggie.

Well, I always thought you could beat it
if you found the motivation.

Yeah, one day at a time and all that.

Still, I've certainly got the motivation
now. I'm engaged to be married.

Well, congratulations, Patricia.

I'm really very pleased for you.

About time my luck changed, wouldn't you
say?

So, tell me about him.

He's fun.

He takes care of me.

If you come to our engagement party
tomorrow night, you'll meet him.

Don't worry, Colonel Hepworth. We'll be
right over.

And don't touch anything, all right?

Bradley? Yes, Dutch?

Malcolm Grange has been burgled. I've
just had the owner on the phone.

He's only just recovered the break -in.
They'd probably happen last night.

Come on.

Not too early, am I?

I'm just open.

Now, what can I get you?

Well, I'll start with a scotch, and then
you can tell me your life story.

You're a cheeky one, aren't you?

Have one yourself?

Thanks, but it's a bit early for me.

Haven't seen you round here before.

Well, I'm staying up at Ashfordly Hall.

Ash and I go back a long way.

His lordship.

That's what we used to call him in the
mess.

He and I served together.

Really?

I heard his sisters come home.

Patricia?

Yes.

Nice girl.

So... Do you ever get a night off?

Well, I want one.

Oh.

Ron Harper.

Officer.

And gentleman.

I've heard that one before.

Gina.

Lollabrigida. Ward.

Listen, Gina.

I have to go.

I have an appointment.

But I shall return.

Very soon.

Well, I'm not going anywhere.

I've got a pub to run.

Arrivederci, Gina.

And when did you discover this, sir?

Just before I phoned you.

After breakfast, I came in here with the
paper and felt a bit of a draft.

It looks very professional.

I doubt you'll find any fingerprints.

Do you have a health alarm, Colonel
Hepworth? Yes.

Cost a pretty penny, too.

Go and have a look at it, Bradley.

And just what's missing, as far as you
can tell?

Well, at first, I couldn't see that
they'd taken anything.

I have quite a lot of...

Rather fine antiques, as you can see.

Then my wife checked her jewellery case.

Chop!

Oh, William, time's money.

Oh, let's be on income. Oh, just making
a cup of tea.

I'd have two sugars if you're asking.

I wasn't. Oh, I'm sorry, Bill, I must be
off. Got a bit of business to attend

to. This is, er, Claude Greengrass.

Oh, he's a pal of Lord Ashfordly's,
aren't you, Claude? Well, er, sort of.

Really? Sorry, old chap, I really must
dash.

Who was that?

No one. I knew him during the war.

Haven't seen him for years.

He just popped in.

Now, about this clock.

I'm afraid it's a reproduction.

I'll give you a fiver, and I'm being
generous.

Fiver? You said it had got a bit of age
to it and lovely patination.

No, I didn't, Claude.

You did.

Somebody's buried it in the garden to
make it look old.

Who'd do a thing like that?

I know the dirt's bummed up all the
works.

I'm afraid it's really worth only four
pounds.

You're going in the wrong direction.
I'll take the five.

Oh, my God.

Poor old Edward.

I take it he was insured. Oh, yes.

I just wanted to warn you in case there
was a professional jewel thief in the

area. Quite most grateful.

Paddy, I'd like you to meet Sergeant
Craddock.

My fit to Mrs Brewster.

Great pleasure, Mrs. Booster.

Apparently old Hepworth got burgled last
night. Someone made off with his wife's

trinket, so you'd better lock up your
valuables. How terrible.

Last night, you say?

Well, it was probably in the early
hours. Got in and out without making a

But don't worry, Pat. He comes here, the
dogs will have him.

Told Hepworth not to rely on some stupid
burglar alone.

I don't know nothing about it.

I don't know what we're after yet, Mr
Farrell. I know you lot.

Something in the jewellery line gets
nicked. You look up your files, you come

my name, and you don't look any farther.

Well, I've served my time, and now I'm
retired.

Has anyone been in today and offered you
jewellery for sale, Mr Farrell?

No.

Mind if we look around?

Have you got a warrant?

No, I don't.

But I can get one if you like.

You do that, son.

Then you can look around.

You're very quiet this evening.

I really love you, you know.

And I don't care what you were before.

You don't have to prove anything to me.

Like what?

You don't have to worry about money.

I've got more than enough of both of
them.

What's that supposed to mean? I'm not a
pauper, you know.

Last month... When we were staying in
Hampshire with Henry and Jane, some of

their friends got burgled.

Yes.

I remember.

What's that got to do with anything?

Last night, someone broke into the
Hepworths.

Who are the Hepworths?

Charlie was talking about them.

Oh, yes. Yes, I remember.

The wife like a Christmas tree.

I just want you to make me a promise.

Hang on a minute, Patricia.

What exactly are you suggesting?

I'm not suggesting anything.

I just want you to promise me that it's
all over now. Your old life is over.

You promised to put it behind you now.

This is ridiculous.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Just promise me.

Okay.

If it makes you happy.

I promise.

I promise.

Don't let me down, will you, darling?

Because if you do, I'll go to the police
myself.

What a girl you are.

Guts, wasn't it?

You'd better make it a large one. I'm in
a frivolous mood.

Anything could happen.

Like what?

Well, that rather depends on you.

Ah.

Hope you got more joy out of Bill
Farrell than I did.

He gave me five flaming quid for that
clock.

Sorry.

Yesterday in Whitby, I met you in Bill
Farrell's shop.

I think you must be mistaken, old chap.

You must have a double, then.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm not too sure myself.

Tell Gina I'll be back.

He doesn't fancy himself, that one.

Who's he, Mary?

Apparently some pal of his lordship.
Came in yesterday.

Think Gina's a bit smitten with him.

I can have a word, Claude.

You can have two, and it's a good job I
like you.

Bill Farrell would be.

I never heard of him.

Why did you mention him to that friend
of Asher Lee who was in just now? You

said you saw him in Bill Farrell's job.

Oh, Grandma, what big ears you've got.

Can I ask you something in complete
confidence?

Yes, of course.

Ronnie flew Spitfires during the war.

He doesn't like to talk about it, but he
had a pretty hairy time. He was lucky

to survive.

After the war, he found it hard to
settle.

Got into some rather bad company.

You mean criminal?

Maggie, I know in my heart he's a good
man.

And he's made me a promise to put the
past behind him.

Do you... Do you think it's possible for
someone to change?

Oh, Patricia.

You see, I really do love him.

Better than pulling pints?

Yeah. Much better.

Would you like to give her a go?

What? Me drive this car?

Come on, you can do it.

I've never driven a sports car before.

Half a day's work, Mickey's. No problem.

Right, then.

Now, you mind you clear up after
yourselves.

You can't make an omelette without
cracking eggs. Don't worry about it.

lovely when it's finished.

You should get them to look at Oscar
Blaketon's bathroom.

He's always moaning about it.

You said they did bathrooms, didn't you?
Oh, yeah, yeah.

Eh, eh, but perhaps you can overwhelm
his upstairs, because for some reason he

always thinks it's dodgy if I'm
involved.

Ronnie Harper? Of course I know him.
He's engaged to my sister.

Is he?

You have to understand, Your Lordship,
that in cases of this kind, all avenues

have to be explored, however unlikely.

Anyway, they only arrived that morning.

The morning before Colonel Hepworth was
burgled.

Presumably, Mr. Harper would have no
need to know about the Hepworths.

Well, we did talk about them, yes,
because of course they're coming to this

wretched engagement party.

Charlie, you're not even dressed yet.

Where's Ronnie?

Paddy, I've had the police here again.

They've got some bee in their bonnet
about Ronnie being seen with some chap

might have had something to do with
robbing the Hepworths.

Ronnie?

Oh, what a lot of nonsense.

You haven't even told me how I look.

Tell me honestly, what do you really
know about the fellow?

I know he's the man I want to marry.

Thank you, madam. Good evening.

Good evening, madam.

Darling, I told you to wait on me.

Yes, but which one?

Matthew. Patricia, this is my husband,
Neil.

Congratulations. Thank you.

Ronnie should be down in a minute. He's
running a bit late. He had some

important business.

I'll find a drink.

Are you all right?

Oh, I could do with a drink myself, I
can tell you.

Has something happened?

The police came to see my brother.

They seem to be connecting Ronnie with
the robbery that took place at the

headquarters.

Could he have done something like that?
I don't know.

Perhaps if I just had one glass of
champagne, I'd feel better.

No, you wouldn't.

For goodness sake, Patricia, don't go
ruining everything now.

It's not fair, you know. The first man
for years I really cared about.

What the...

Just because the police are asking
questions doesn't mean to say he's

We went to see some friends down in
Hampshire recently.

A similar thing happened. Neighbours of
theirs had jewellery stolen. I know it's

probably just a coincidence.

Well, yes, it probably is.

I'm quite friendly with Mike Bradley,
the local policeman. No, you must

me not to tell anyone about this. I'm
relying on you.

But Patricia... You're the only person
around here I can talk to.

Well, there's Ronnie now. I'll just...

Thank you for a superb evening, Charlie.

Glad you could come. We needed something
to cheer us up. Awful business.

Lovely meeting you, Patricia.

Excellent fellow, that fiancée of yours.
I hope you'll be very happy.

Thank you.

That's the point.

Where is Ronnie?

He was a bit tired.

He went to bed.

Morning, Al.

Hi, Maggie.

Mike, I was wondering if I could have a
word in private.

It's a bit delicate.

I'm sorry, Maggie. We're in a bit of a
rush. There's been a robbery.

Another one? Where?

It was at Sir Henry Bing's. It happened
last night.

Goodness, I saw him last night at
Patricia's engagement party.

Ashfordly's sister?

She's a friend of yours, then?

Well, of sorts, yes.

That's what I need to talk to you about.

He had a bit of a party last night,
Councillor Walsh, so my fiancée's still

asleep, but perhaps that can help you.
I'm sure you can, Mrs Brewster.

Perhaps we can start by talking about
coincidences.

The robbery in Hampshire, the Hedworths.

Red Island.

Announce to Henry Bing that this house
was broken into last night.

Last night?

Where was Ronnie, Mrs. Bruce?

He was here.

With me.

All night?

Yes.

Not that it's any business of yours.

And I must say, I resent the insinuation
that my fiancé is some kind of crook.

What's he called, that sergeant of
yours?

Craddock.

I shall ask my brother to have a word
with Sergeant Craddock.

Now, if you wouldn't mind.

Wilfred!

Show the Constable out.

Thank you very much for your help, Mrs
Brewster.

Hang on a minute.

Mrs Greengrass's truck. What are you
doing with it?

Mr Greengrass was kind enough to lend it
to us.

Greengrass has never lent anyone
anything in his life. He'd charge an old

for helping her cross the road.

Right, if Greengrass is involved, that
stays where it is.

Until I thought this lot out.

It's Cobber.

Yeah.

I can't believe you told him.

Listen, Patricia, I... I gave you my
confidence and you just casually

it. No, I didn't. I thought about it
very carefully. Like some village gossip

passing on a bit of tittle -tattle.

Listen, Patricia, I think you've got to
face up to the fact that Ronnie might

not be the man you think he is.

Come on, how long have you known him? A
couple of months?

Who are you to judge him?

I know he's not a criminal.

I'm not judging him.

was just trying to help you out of a
difficult situation.

Save your good works for your patients.

I can do without them.

Satisfied? Thank you for your
cooperation, Mr Farrell.

You didn't give me much choice, but as I
told you lads before, I've retired.

So I hear.

And what caused this miraculous return
to the straight and narrow?

The good Lord tell you to repent?

Actually, it was the wife.

She threatened to leave me for good and
take the kids with her.

What about Ronnie Harper?

What's your business with him?

I met him during the war.

He's an old friend.

His fiancée says he was a fighter pilot.

Don't make me laugh.

He was a mechanic, supplying women with
black market nylons. That was Ronnie's

main contribution to the war effort.

That's how we met, in the glass house.

I'm sure it's all on record somewhere.

You can check.

We will, Mr. Farrell.

What do you want?

I hired two lads to refit my bathroom.
Now I discover they're in league with

you. So would you mind telling me what
your game is and what exactly is going

round here?

Are you finished?

Would you mind telling me what you're
talking about?

What's all this lot, then?

What's all what?

That's just a load of rubbish.

Oh, yes.

There's a racket going on here.

I can smell it.

Hiya.

You mean?

Straight through. Wings in the kitchen.
Cheers.

I don't know why we're having this
party.

If she comes, she'll bring a bloke. You
said she asked if she could bring a

friend. Yeah, probably some hulking
great rugby player.

Oh, come on. Phil, you're determined to
have a bad time.

Line up.

What if he brings his teammates, eh?

He's expecting the rugby club.

You look great.

Well, actually, I'm expecting someone
myself.

I hope you don't mind.

I'm not going to be terribly jealous, am
I?

I hope so.

Pretty good.

Hidden talents.

Baby, I'm the original pool room
hotline.

The result of a misspent youth.

Let's go to bed, shall we?

Yeah, darling, you go on upstairs. I'm
going to pop down to the village and get

myself a pack of ciggies.

I'll come with you.

Look, I'm only going to the pub.

I don't mind.

I'll get my jacket.

Oh, come on, Patricia!

I feel as if I'm on a leash.

You haven't let me out of your sight all
day.

Don't get upset.

Johnny, please.

Well, then let me be, woman!

Hey! We were beginning to think you'd go
lost.

Well, I never like to arrive with eyes
too early.

It's not really cool, is it? Good on
you.

Sit here with me, Sandra.

Sandra meets Phil.

Sandra, I'm really pleased to meet you.

Come, I'm going to get you girls a
drink.

Come on.

Well, that's a relief.

Thought it'd be paralytic before she
arrived.

You got me so I can't sleep at night.
What are you doing here?

I was feeling kind of seasick.

The crowd called out for more. Do you
think we should take some?

I'm not such a bunch of stuffed shirts.

I'm the brother. He's the worst.

Patricia.

Hang on a minute.

You want a statement, Constable?

I'll make a statement.

You think he's a criminal? Well, he's
worse than that.

Come back to my place.

Come on, we'll get you home from there.
It's all right, Helen.

You're all right.

Come on.

This would never have happened in my
day, Craddock.

Hey,

what's going on?

A very good question, Bellamy.

And one I've been asking myself.

Where's Bradley?

Dunno, Sarge.

I think the party's over, don't you?

That was the girl from the pub, wasn't
it?

It's easy to read too much into these
things.

Especially when they both had a bit to
drink.

Serves me right for not facing up to the
facts.

That's what you said I had to do, wasn't
it?

I think I owe you another apology,
Maggie.

It's not important.

What are the facts, Mrs Brewster?

About Ronnie.

I was lying about the other night.

He did go out.

In fact, he had the habit of going off
on his own at night.

Do you know where he went?

To commit a burglary.

To chat up some girl in a pub.

Your cat is as good as mine, really.

Don't want to keep it from your bed, Mr.
Blaketon?

Perhaps now I'll be able to get some
sleep.

It wasn't that loud, Sarge.

Ashfordly Police Station has received
five telephone calls of complaint.

Because apparently the phone here is off
the hook.

Right, I'll go and put the kettle on
then, shall I?

Oh, where do you keep your tea, Phil?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yes, Bellamy, where do you keep your
tea?

I think we could all do with a cup.

Is that you?

Just me, Mrs Rooster.

Wilfred.

Have you seen Mr Harper?

I... Presumed he was in your room,
madam.

I'd hardly be asking if he were.

Go on, let's rise and shine.

All right.

All right.

Do you know what time it is?

No, and I don't want to.

It's nearly half past.

I'll fix you three more jobs when you're
finished at Blaketon's, and I promise

that, Mrs Taylor, you'll start work
faithfully tomorrow.

That's ridiculous.

You won't see that when you see the
fireplace.

It's got a beautiful pink marble
surround. I think it's Georgian for the

the houses.

Pink marble?

I thought that'd wake you up. And don't
forget, stick a few quid on for me.

Go on, get up.

Ah, Bradley.

An interesting evening was had by all, I
hear.

Yeah, look, sorry about the noise last
night.

Well, never mind that. It's Greengrass.

He's up to summit.

Really?

Why doesn't that come as a surprise?

Well, he's got these two lads working
for him. In fact, they're refitting my

bathroom. Not doing a bad job either.

But there's more to it than that.

Yeah, like what?

Ask yourself this question, Bradley.

Why would Greengrass go into the
plumbing business?

Money.

All right, look, I'll have a word with
them and the two lads if it makes you

feel any better. Where are they staying?

Well, they're staying with him in some
old camper van.

Leave it with me.

I've got a very good hangover cure if
you're interested.

You take a couple of raw eggs. Shut up,
Alf.

It's just not fair.

You can't blame it all on me.

If my cancer disappeared with Lady Mug,
well... In fact... I'm going to tell

him. That'll be it.

Now's your chance.

I'm really sorry, Sarge.

It was just meant to be a few mates, you
know.

And we'll get there and all sorts of
people arrive and... It's not my fault.

I'm not at your joy, Bellamy.

A bit of socialising within moderation.

What does distress me is your willful
disregard of the regulations concerning

police accommodation.

It's only temporary. It's terminated.

I want you out of there today and you
can think you're half lucky I don't take

disciplinary action.

He's been there all night.

He got so drunk he'd have ended up
wrapping a fancy sports car round a

You've got a kind heart, Gina.

More like a soft head.

Morning, Mr Harper.

I'm PC Bradley.

I'd like you to accompany me down to the
station and answer a few questions,

please.

Hell hath no fury.

Do you mind if I give my man a ring?

At least get myself a clean shirt and a
toothbrush.

Your man?

Wilf. He's my valet.

Charlie, it's gone.

Mother's necklace, it's gone.

What? I can't believe it.

I wore it for the engagement party. The
case was still on my dressing table. I

just opened it this morning.

Was a scoundrel Harper still in bed?

He didn't come back last night.

Flying the coop, eh?

Sorry, Paddy. I must have gone far
enough.

Look, I don't know what you're talking
about. I don't know anything about any

robberies.

Mrs. Brewster says you disappeared for
several hours after your engagement

party. Where did you go?

Drove around a bit.

All those people. I needed to clear my
head.

Can I have a word, please, Sarge?

Ronnie's slate's more or less clean.

but you'd better take a look at this.

Nice work, Bradley.

It's obvious what happened.

That damn rascal Harper crept into
Mathista's room, stole the necklace and

off. He's made a complete fool of me,
Sergeant.

I'll see him behind the bar if it's the
last thing I do.

You saw Van drive away, Mrs Brewster.

I thought I heard Ronnie.

It was nearly dawn.

I went down, the van drove off, and Wilf
came in.

It's unlikely to have been Ronnie
himself.

It appears he spent the night in a
drunken stupor in the pub.

You mean he's got an accomplice?

Where is Wilf?

In Tilly?

I'm not sure.

The fellow's never been a man -servant
before, I can tell you that much.

be about right. He's got a pretty hefty
criminal record.

Six months ago, he was released from the
scrubs.

After him, Bradley.

Come on, Wilf. Out.

We've caught Wilf, Mrs Brewster.

I'm afraid he didn't have the necklace
on him.

But... Ronnie has an alibi.

He spent the night with that girl.

Well, if it's any consolation to you, he
spent the night on the floor of the

snug.

I think Gina had had enough of him, too.

I expect you think I'm rather pathetic.

But I'm not a fool.

I know Ronnie was marrying me for my
money.

I never thought he'd actually steal from
me.

Well, that's easy to be deceived.

Especially by such an accomplished liar.

What do you mean?

Well, it seems Ronnie was lying about
his past, too.

His heroic war record was certainly an
invention.

I suppose I suspected that all along.

I needed my knight in shining armour,
though, so I didn't ask too many

questions.

Well, even if Wilf and Ronnie were
working together, there must have been

someone else.

The person who drove off in the camper
van.

It was a camper van?

I think so.

One of those VW things.

Legitimate. It's all arranged now, sir.

You won't mind us having a look inside,
then, will you? What for?

Don't you have some sort of warrant or
something?

My theory is you and Ronnie were working
together.

Looking at your record, you've got the
experience.

But you'd have needed him to do the
actual breaking and entering.

How old are you now, Wilf?

Nearly 17.

Getting on.

No one could expect a man of your age to
shin up a drain, Patrick, could they?

Let me tell you something, copper.

I'm a professional.

And I was fit now as I was 20 years ago.

I certainly don't need the likes of
Ronnie Harper.

He wouldn't have the bottle in here.

There you go, Prof.

Lovely, mate.

Afternoon, lads.

What can I do?

Should do.

Found it in your van.

Well, that's it, then, I suppose.

We're nicked.

You should stick to bar places, then,
shouldn't you?

Hang on a minute. What about my
bathroom?

They're under arrest, Sarge. Well, when
are they coming back to finish it? Hard

to say.

Three to four years.

Come on, Wilf.

This is ridiculous.

Told you, I've never seen him before in
me life.

He's no good, Grandad.

They've got the stuff and everything.

What did I teach you, boy?

You keep it shut!

He lies about how old he is.

He's well over 70.

They can't send him back to charity, can
they?

I wouldn't count on it.

I can do my bird as well as any man.

Get him out of my sight, will you?

All right, Bradley.

Come on, lads.

When I figured what we'd done for him,
we had a nice, legitimate little

going, and he gets out of jail.

It's not fair.

He's flatly refused to retire.

We had to help him, or he'd have broken
his ruddy neck.

Stubborn, stupid old... Come on, lad.
Don't upset yourself.

them, can you?

You want to make a full statement then,
Wilf?

Yeah, may as well, I reckon.

Yes, I did them all, the burglars.

How's your hangover?

Can you believe it?

They've arrested Wilf and his grandsons.
I didn't even know he had any

grandsons.

Aren't you getting in?

You sure you want me to?

You're a fool, Ronnie.

And a liar.

But then nobody's perfect.

Least of all me.

party anyway.

Yeah, I wonder whether it was worth all
the fuss.

I hope you're not too upset.

About Ronnie?

No.

He didn't fool me.

Good.

Liz!

Well, I'm not staying around here all my
life.

And Sandra says I can stay in a flat
with her.

I mean, this is if I do get the job, of
course.

What job?

Oh, it's a beautician.

You know, like in one of them big
department stores.

Well, I've got an interview next week,
and they usually just start you off, you

know, like I'm one at perfume counters.

But I think it'll be a really good
laugh.

Better than Ashley the police station,
anyway.

Oh, come on, Phil.

We're just a bit of fun at the party,
you know.

Heartbeat, what do you miss?

When my baby kisses me.

Heartbeat. Why doesn't love just stay in
my memory?