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

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

Get to move on if you know what's coming
here.

Does anyone know what happened?

One at a time.

You're right, I didn't.

I'm starving.

Do with a bit of tidy.

You don't say.

We ought to start thinking about getting
a house.

Better idea. Why don't you start pulling
your weight?

Come on, Mike.

Life's too short to start worrying about
a few measly crumbs on the carpet.

Crumbs?

Crumbs I can deal with.

Last night's beans on toast, now that's
pushing it.

Aidensfield Police.

Right Todd, I'm on my way.

I'd imagine it.

Imagine what?

Mr Vernon working in a chip shop.

I'll give you that idea.

Why, just before he left this morning,
he kept going on about the fish to fry

Whitby. David, he was speaking
metaphorically.

What's that, then?

What Mr Vernon does when Mr Vernon
doesn't want anybody to know what Mr

doing.

Hey -o.

Looks like someone's in a spot of
bother.

Well, thank you very much, Doctor.

Lucky you were here. Well, let's hope
he's OK.

Indeed. Excuse me.

How's the rock, Sarge?

Barely conscious, but he'll live, thanks
to Dr Somerby.

Mr Reynolds says he recognises him. His
name is Charlie Draper. That's right.

What about the getaway vehicle?

Oh, sorry. Didn't see that.

It was a beige.

Austin 1100.

One of those was stolen from Crowther
Street yesterday.

Did you recognise anything else?
Anything at all? I don't see what

makes. Ask Charlie Dreff. He's the one
with answers.

Rest assured, Mr. Reynolds, we'll be
talking to Charlie Dreff soon enough.

Thank you.

Is this block famous?

What do I know?

This is Addie's.

It's Addie.

Addie? What do you mean, Addie? Oh, come
on, lads, we can't give up yet.

Water pump's Addie. It'll need
replacing.

Where am I going to find that sort of
help out here? This place makes

look lively.

Oh, well, Mr Scripps, he runs a garage
down the road away.

A garage?

Why the devil didn't you say?

He didn't ask.

They've just wheeled him down from x
-ray. How long before we can talk to

Not at the moment, I'm afraid. He's
undergoing treatment.

He sustained a nasty head wound and
several breakages. He could be here for

while. Look, Trixie, all we need is a
minute.

Sorry, Mike, this one's out of my hands.

Right, I want Draper watched round the
clock. Get Bellamy here pronto and tell

him to stay here until instructed
otherwise.

Right, Sergeant.

Why couldn't Alfred go in the back?

Oh, dear Lord.

Aidan, they should be able to put you
up.

I'll go and get the pick -up. Fetch your
car.

Come on, then.

Oh,

thank you very much.

Sorry, I haven't got any loose change.

Oh, uh, Mrs. Sanders?

Yes? Could I trouble you for an
autograph?

It's just I've not met anybody famous
before. Well, it's been a while since

anybody's asked me that. Yes, of course.

Oh, Alfred.

David. I'm sorry you're closed.

Good job. I'm getting a bit too old for
this, Gina.

I don't believe it.

I'll take it you two know each other.

Well, not quite, but I certainly know
Mr. Sanders.

Gina.

Meet Vinnie Sanders, one of the finest
batsmen ever to Grace Eddingley.

Hiya. Hello. What brings you to
Aidensfield?

Er, car trouble.

The bloke at the garage said you'd rooms
to rent. Also mentioned you do the best

pub grub this side of North Rydings.

Sorry, lunch is finished at two.

Oh, I think we can make an exception
just this once, Gina.

OK. Why not?

You know where the kitchen is. Some of
us have got a shopping to do.

Well, well, well.

Vinnie Sanders.

Trouble. Henry's hauled his yard.

Gallons of diesel gone missing.

Oh, anything doing in the hospital? Not
so far. I thought if you managed to dig

up any dirt on Draper. Oh, plenty,
Sarge. I knew the name rang a bell

We've had run -ins with Mr Draper in the
past, mainly in connection with car

theft. Ah, go on. Well, he was orphaned
at 14, spent the rest of his teens in

foster homes. That's where he met his
partner in crime, Jack Weatherby. Jack

Weatherby. Yes, a right pair of
villains, the two of them.

They both served time for stealing a
bread van.

It ended up being driven through some
poor old widow's garden fence.

Good work, Ventress.

We'd better go and have a word with Jack
Weatherby.

I can't ask.

Oh, Jack, how'd you afford those?

I didn't. I licked them from graveyard.

I'm sorry I didn't make it home for
dinner.

Where were you?

Overtime. Every little out, I suppose.

Oh, not another bill.

Last reminder.

Is it any wonder what folks will turn to
these days just to make ends meet?

What are you going on about?

Something I heard on wireless.

That jeweller's in Ashfordly got
burgled. Mr Reynolds' place?

Aye, that's the one.

Awful, isn't it?

I mean, someone somewhere's filthy rich.

And for what?

Five minutes' work?

What do you mean, cricket match?

Well, I've been in touch with the
Saracens' head. The landlord's just as

there. Next thing you'll be asking me to
serve the punters champagne and

strawberries? That's the wrong sport,
Gina.

Whatever. I don't think you're mad.

Well, if not every day a sporting legend
turns up on your own doorstep, is it?

I can see it now.

Vinnie Sanders, legend of days gone by,
coming back out of retirement for one

last game to lead the Aidensfield Arms
to their biggest triumph so far.

So I take it you've had the royal seal
of approval?

The what?

Vinnie.

Well, I'm working on it.

Mr. Wetherby?

Yeah? Sergeant Crowder, Cushfield
Police.

This is Constable Bradley.

Could we have a word, please, sir?

Charlie Draper?

Well, I knew he had a screw loose,
but... Robbery?

Well, do you know where you're in?

Unfortunately for us.

Mr Draper didn't stop and spare a
daughter his curb drill during his hasty

departure. Is he?

Battered and bruised, yes.

A few days in Asperley Hospital, soon to
be on his feet again.

So what's all this got to do with me?

Could you tell us where you were at
around 12 .30 this afternoon?

It was at work.

I think your husband can answer that.

I was at work.

Where was that?

Well, whoever needs an extension or
patio building, I'm a lackey.

He's a building labourer.

Well, you'd work all day? Yeah.

Even worked through a dinner hour today,
didn't you, Jack?

Oh.

Usually nip home for my dinner.

But we have a job to finish off.

I see.

Look, am I being accused of something
here, or what?

No -one's accusing you of anything. Just
exploring a few avenues.

After all, it's not long since you and
Mr Draper had quite a formidable

partnership going.

Yeah.

Well, I put all that behind me.

I've got family to think about now.

Hey, Vinnie.

They never used to bother me.

Came into territory, I suppose, when
they start turning into your private

Yeah, I seem to remember you took a fair
old pasting from the press.

Maybe this is the chance to put the
record straight.

Mud sticks, Oscar.

So long as they keep their distance,
we'll get along fine.

No, no, no. On me, on the house.

Personal thanks.

Summer 1958, you took Lancashire apart,
single -handedly on their own patch.

I'll drink to that.

104 you were.

104, not out. Not out. And five wickets?

For 42. For 42. It was a great day. And
what about that diving catch?

Well, there was one diving catch, its
second slip, and one chomping backwards

the boundary.

Yep, Doctor's definitely got a twinkle
in his eye.

I've never seen him so starstruck. What
is it with men and cricket?

It's me, but I'd rather watch grass
grow.

Well, let me know. I'll bring a bottle
of red. We can make an evening of it.

Hiya, Mike. The usual, is it? Yes,
please, Gina. Thanks.

Can I get you anything, Tricia?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

Jenny seems to be settling in well.
Yeah, really well, thanks. It's nice to

someone else around the place.

Yeah, I wish I could say the same about
Tom, but the house looks like a bombsite

at the moment.

Well, nothing that a good kick up the
backside wouldn't solve.

Well, I'd settle for a crash course and
washing up, actually, Oscar.

So you heard the news then, Mike?

Oscar's organising a cricket match.

Gina, keep your voice down.

I've not announced it officially yet.

What he means is he hasn't asked his
worship over there.

That is the great.

He's out like a light in there, Doctor.

Lucky for some, eh?

Did I hear the phone?

The hospital.

Aren't you going to be on my watch?

I've got to set the alarm.

So who's there now?

Phil.

You didn't leave him there all night,
did you?

Amidst me, Mike.

I wouldn't want to be in his shoes.

In whose shoes, Ventress?

Nobody you'd know, Sarge. Then why is it
being discussed here and now?

And where's Bellamy?

He's probably gone to Bernie's garage,
Sarge.

Getting a tyre fixed. He just called to
say he had a puncture.

Oh, well.

As long as he's not all day about it.

It's time we had another word with
Charlie Draper. And this time, I will

take no for an answer.

I've been into York to fetch a water
pump for the Thunderbird.

That shouldn't be long.

Yeah. Why don't you take your time, Mr
Scripps?

I could run this place with both eyes
shut.

Robbery?

What robbery?

You may have taken a knock, Mr Draper,
but you're fooling nobody here.

It's me, I'd say.

Every time I try and remember, it's like
a thick fog washes over me.

Then I suggest you try harder.

I can't even remember what I had for
breakfast, let alone how I ended up

Does the name Jack Weatherby mean
anything to you?

Weatherby?

No. Look, what are you trying to
achieve?

You're already facing a long prison
sentence. You will only make matters

if you refuse to cooperate.

What's an extra couple of years?

I mean, if I did commit this terrible
crime, like you say...

What's to say my share won't be waiting
for me when I'm breathing fresh air

again.

I wouldn't count on it, Mr. Draper.

From what I gather, your so -called
accomplice wasn't so considerate.

Meaning? According to eyewitnesses, he
was out of there like greased lightning.

Whatever. He couldn't have cared less
about his partner lying on the road. Why

should he? Double his riches.

You're lying.

You don't seem so sure, do you, Mr.
Draper?

No two words about it, Sarge. He's
lying.

So what now?

Should I stay?

No, you go and get some rest.

Get on to Bellarmere, will you? He can
take the next shift.

No.

I mean, I don't mind.

We need a full complement, what with the
robbery.

May as well stay, seeing as I'm here.

Well, if you're sure you're up to it,
Nicholson. Fine, if it's that.

That's a commendable attitude.

Make an officer of you yet.

Bradley, get on to Weatherby's building
site, will you? Make sure that a site

manager can vouch for Weatherby at the
time of the robbery.

Right, Sarge.

Mr Scripps. Oh, no, he's not here.

Delivery for Scripps.

You never said.

What is it?

Fuel.

Well, should you... Should you really
be... No, pal. I can't hang around all

day. Where do you want it?

I don't know.

It'll have to do here, then.

Now, Mrs Weatherby said her husband left
at the usual time this morning.

But you say that nobody saw him at the
building site since yesterday morning.

That's right. He left work around
lunchtime, claimed he was feeling a bit

the weather.

Something's not right, Alf. I'm going to
go and look for him.

I'll let Craddock know.

Oh, and, Alf, you'd better call Phil and
wake him up before Craddock realises

what's going on.

Over and out.

Roger.

Hi,

Tisha. You should let Oscar do that.

You must be joking.

You're too busy dragging his lordship
round the golf course. Not exactly

and screaming, I suspect.

Vinnie mentions golf. The next thing,
Oscar's outside loading up the car.

Well, hang in there. It could be worth
it if Vinnie agrees to play in this

Oscar's planning.

He's for charity, after all.

Charity? Well, I tell you what. I'll
donate a week's take into myself for a

of peace and quiet.

See you later.

Hurrah.

Wasting police time is a serious matter.

That's why I'm here.

To set the record straight.

So, where were you yesterday afternoon?

Working.

Like I said.

Not at the building site. I checked.

In Denby.

Working for a bloke called Dunstan.

An ex -con.

A bully who used to throw his weight
around inside.

Go on.

Dunstan used to run a tub shop.

Snuggle goods in to flock to inmates.

Drugs.

Cigarettes. Whisky.

I made the mistake of buying a packet of
fags.

Mum has set out about subscription fee
or obligation to buy.

How did you pay for these goods?

I didn't.

Dunstan kept a slate.

How much do you owe to this brute
Dunstan?

About two hundred.

And you're happy when you're blue.

It isn't very hard to do.

And you will find happiness without an
end if you

pretend.

Remember anyone can dream.

And nothing spatters it may seem.

Hello again.

What was the doctor doing here?

Doctor? Yeah, the fella who's just left.

That wasn't a doctor.

Yeah, well, I come here he was on duty
at the hospital.

When? Last night.

Are you positive?

Yeah. I'd bet your bike on it.

And if you sing this melody, you'll be
pretending just

like me.

Well, if it's mine, it can be yours, my
friend.

So why don't you pretend?

As much as I'd like to help, I don't
plan on sticking around.

Prior engagement, I take it. Something
like that.

Is that business or pleasure?

Let's call it a sort of holiday.

Anywhere I'd know.

I'll let you know when I get there.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound...
No, it's OK.

It's just I didn't think I'd end up in
the back of the on along the way.

Not to mention interfering country
yokels, eh?

No offence.

None taken.

This isn't quite working out as you
planned, is it, Oscar?

No, not really.

So this cricket match you're organising
for charity, you say?

Well, I just thought with you on board
it would guarantee a decent purse for

children's home.

Well, you're persistent, I'll give you
that.

Does that mean yes?

If that's what it takes to shut you up.

Now, watch and learn.

You've really played us for fools,
haven't you?

No. Then explain what you were doing
impersonating a doctor in Ashfordly

Hospital. He must have been mixed up.

Bellamy? It's him, all right, Sarge. I
already told you what I was doing

yesterday. I gave you a number.

Oh, yes, Mr Dunstan.

He's a real pillar of the community,
isn't he?

Imprisoned for embezzlement, amongst
other things.

How can I be sure that Wheeler dealer
isn't in on it? Arm robbery's not his

style. Maybe, but he'd need somewhere to
hide the stolen jewellery.

I'm tired of your games, Mr Weatherby.

Are you hiding the loot in Dunstan's
Club?

No! How many more times? I didn't do it!

Come in.

Sarge, we've just had a call. A couple
of ramblers have found an abandoned

Austin 1100 in the woods off the Whitby
Road.

The registration matches the car that
was stolen in Ashfordly the other day.

Bellamega with Ventress.

I'll go to Bradley to get on to
forensics straight away.

Sarge.

Everything all right, Mr Weatherby?

It's a wonderful thing, forensic
science, isn't it?

Think about it, Jack.

Something doesn't quite add up.

First of all, you lie about where you
were at the time of the robbery, and

you switch alibis, on top of which you
were seen at the hospital.

I've called the hospital.

Two nurses confirmed PC Bellamy's
statement.

They also noticed an unfamiliar doctor
hanging around.

A man fitting your description.

So you see, from where I'm sitting, the
odds are stacked against you.

Do you enjoy your picnic, Mr. Izzy's
brothers?

Not the usual, Mr. Ventress.

No petrol.

Thanks, David.

Oh, that's a bit flash, isn't it?

It's the best part of the morning to
find parts for it. What can I do for

Al? Well, we're just passing. Thought
we'd have a word.

What about?

Well, we've had a report that fuel's
gone missing from Hendry's oil depot.

You haven't heard of any going around?

Can't say as I have, Alf.

Well, we'd appreciate it if you'd keep
your ear to the ground.

Yeah, I will do.

I

think

it arrived this morning.

What, dear?

You know, about that Mr Ventress was
talking about.

You've lost me, David.

Did you order a load of petrol?

Delivery's not due till the weeknights
Monday.

Yeah, well, that's what I said, but the
driver, he said that you were expecting

it.

Fuel delivery for Mr Scripps, he said.

Vernon!

There you are, Mr Draper.

Any chance of a bed bath?

Behave.

Maybe later, then.

Beats prison slops.

Pipe down, Draper.

When he comes back for his money, you
can tell him to take this lot back where

it came from.

Well, I can't.

Why not?

Well, they're empty.

Empty? What have you done with it all?

I'll put it with the rest of the petrol,
like a proper delivery bloke.

Driving the thing?

Scripps Garage.

Alf.

Broken down where?

I'll be as quick as I can.

Oh, and Alf, about this stolen fuel, you
didn't mention what it was.

Diesel, you say?

Right.

This has better be good, Mr Weatherby.

Well, I told you before.

About Dunstan.

It's true.

I just want him off my back.

Whatever it take.

A few days ago, Draper made me an offer.

Easy money.

Oh, that's what it was to you, was it?
Easy money?

Yeah.

I mean, no.

Not what you're thinking. Not the
robbery.

Then what?

The car.

The car?

The Austin.

What about it? I stole it.

Knowing full well Draper's intention.

No! I swear!

I didn't know about the robbery.

He told me.

Quick spray and sell, he said.

Split two ways, easy money.

Why would Draper need you to steal a
car, whatever the purpose?

Trouble getting a lawnmower going.

It still doesn't explain what you were
doing at the hospital.

When I heard about the robbery, I didn't
want Draper dragging me down.

Look, it's the truth.

I know I'm no saint, but I'd rather lie
than arm robbery.

Well, unfortunately, Mr. Weatherby, I
draw the line a good deal before that.

Who do you think you are, Fred? Come on,
baby, let the good times roll.

Come on, baby, let me thrill you too.

Come on, baby, let the good times roll.

Roll!

Very good. Very good. Watch your head.

Come on, baby, let the good times roll.

Roll all night long.

Thought it in no time.

Come on, baby, let's close the door.

Come on, honey, let's rock some more.

Come on, baby, let's...

That's the last bit, Mr. Scripps.

Right, I'll get the carburettor sorted
out. You can get this refueled.

Yes,

Tom.

Stranded? What, in the middle of
nowhere?

Yes, both of them.

Well, it's out of my hands.

Well, you'll just have to sit tight,
won't you?

Well, we may have netted ourselves a car
thief, Bradley, but we're back to

square one as far as the robbery's
concerned.

I suggest we have another word with
Charlie Draper. Well, you may be

dead horse there, Sarge. That was Tom on
the phone. Draper's gone in for more

tests. Right, well, let's work at what
we know about Draper.

Oh, er...

Local, lived here all his life, from
what I can gather, apart from a stint

inside. All right.

Get on to police records. Check all
prisoner files dating back to Draper's

in custody.

Put all known robbers to one side.

Here we go, here we go. Who remembers me
in this?

Oh, God.

And the willow. Look at that.

Look at the oil. Look at the
presentation of that.

I thought you'd be used to seeing
yourself in the papers by now.

Oh, sorry, Gina. I was miles away.

It's really about this robbery business.

It says here the doctor managed to
revive one of the robbers. Hey, and not

any doctor. Our own Dr. Thumbelby. She
was in here yesterday, remember?

Come on, what harm will it do?

I'm bored out of my brains in here.

I might have some information about a
certain jeweller.

Too late. Gone again.

Have I just about enough of this? Go on,
Constable.

Just a quick look at all I'm asking.

I've never been in the papers before.

You never know what I might remember.

Well, that's me then.

Here.

You can add that lot to your robbery
file.

Hi.

You going to this meeting?

No, no, you go on ahead of me.

Pity Scatterbrain can't make it, isn't
it?

Do you know, if I had my way, he'd be
stuck in that hospital all weekend.

He's no more than he deserves.

Look at this way.

At least you wouldn't have him stuck
under your feet at the house, eh?

Right then.

I'm off to the pub.

Well, all that remains is for me to
thank each and every one of you for

at such short notice.

Extended gratitude to Vinnie Sanders.

And let's make tomorrow a day to
remember, not Lee, for putting one over

Saracen's head.

Cheers!

Yes, well, I thought they went quite
well, considering.

Yeah, well, apart from misery guts over
there. He's hardly said a word all

evening. That is what they call the calm
before the storm.

It's all part and parcel of the
sportsman's psyche.

Right, well, I don't know about you,
Oscar, but those fairways got the better

me. I'm beat. Well, can't I tempt you to
a nightcap? I know my limit the night

before a big game.

Be it the ashes or a casual knock on the
village green. Night, all.

Yeah, night, Billy.

Sleep well. See you tomorrow.

You keep it straight.

Bye, Billy.

I'm going to get you.

Oh, just half.

Well, I got you one in an hour ago.

Oh, sorry, Phil. I must crack.

Is Vinnie here?

You just missed him.

Hi, and the meeting.

This could have a bearing on my
selection for tomorrow.

Right. Has he gone home yet? Yeah, bed.

A bit early, isn't he?

What do you want with Vinnie, anyway?

It doesn't matter.

He'll have to wait.

Cheers.

Made him sue police.

Escaped?

Tom, you idiot!

That woman, he was there, and the
next... Listen, you'd better get your

straight, double -quick, before he turns
up, because... Sarge, I know what you

must be thinking. Not now, Nicholson, I
will deal with you later. How long? It

could be more than 20 minutes. I only
went for a quick... Bradley, you know

drill? Roadblocks on all roads out of
Ashfordly. Division of Dispatching

Officers, as we speak.

Sarge. You couldn't have got very far in
his state, Sarge. Well, I hope so,

Nicholson, for your sake.

There's something else you ought to
know, Sarge, about the prison checks I

Vinnie Sanders spent three months inside
for tax evasion. What?

Draper and Sanders were practically
neighbours for the full duration.

the more I think about it, the more it
makes sense. Sanders turning up after

robbery. The motive?

Motive?

Bankruptcy. The inland revenue stung
Sanders for undeclared earnings.

Oscar Blayton said the press had a field
day.

I'll attend to you later.

Hold still, will you?

My arm's aching. I need a rest.

That's a good idea, David. Why don't you
book it up all the day?

I mean, like a week in Scarborough.

Oh, I think you're more along the lines
of Kuala Lumpur. Long way.

Vinnie.

Oscar.

I couldn't sleep. I thought a spin might
clear my head.

A permanent one by the looks of things.

Not funny in Jowls without us, Vinnie.

What's the matter? You look like you've
seen a ghost.

Oh, just thinking how much you've shrunk
in the wash.

Will somebody please tell me what's
going on? Vinnie here's not quite the

gentleman everyone thinks.

Isn't that right?

Shut it, Draper. Get in the car. Temper,
temper.

There'll be swarms of coppers looking
for you everywhere, and then we'll talk

about this elsewhere.

What, so you can finish me off once and
for all?

Dump me at the roadside like before?

Right, that's it. I'm calling the
police. Oscar, wait!

What could I do? You weren't breathing.
I thought you were dead. How convenient.

Well, if you really believe that, why
didn't you shot me in the first place?

let the coppers get their mitts on my
share. I planned on catching up with you

sooner or later.

Now I want what I'm owed. I'm warning
you, Draper.

You back off.

Come on, Mike, pick up.

Roll the racket. Well, get on to Bellamy
and tell him all hell is about to break

loose outside.

Outside? Yeah.

Going on?

Don't you... Back off!

You will play with fire.

He's going on his way.

You've got to tell me what's going on.
I'm going after Vinnie.

Vinnie? Why, what's he done?

I'll tell you later.

Who's that?

That's Charlie Draper. The robber? Look,
when Bellamy gets here, tell him that

Vinnie is heading up Moorcroft Lane. And
get hold of Dr. Somerby.

Is that the lot?

Apart from Vinnie's, I'll have to wait
till first thing.

Turn around. Follow him.

Come on, did it, baby, won't you talk
with me? Come on, did it, baby, give me

one more chance.

Try to save our old man's slow down.

Don't worry, we'll get you to hospital.
Am I glad you're here.

What's happened?

He's gone after Vinnie.

How long ago?

A few minutes, maybe.

More cross lane.

Right.

All righty -o, Mike. Tom, you stay here.

Slippery little so -and -so, aren't we,
eh? Oh, me rib!

You're far too generous, Oscar.

First a roof, and now my ticket out of
here.

Come on, Vinnie, give in.

Police aren't far behind me. Well, then
you'll understand if I take your car

keys.

You're going nowhere.

Oh, come on, Oscar. It's nothing
personal.

I never wanted it to end like this. No
hard feelings.

Just tell me one thing.

Why?

I got bored opening supermarkets.

Oh, actually, is this the part where I
invent some pathetic, hard -luck sob

story about being taken to the cleaners?

That gives you the right to steal, does
it?

All's fair in business and war.

I just don't understand.

You had everything.

Money, fame, success.

Idolised by so many.

Wasn't that enough for you? Success
comes with trimmings.

Fast cars, fancy women.

Things which, I'm afraid, I've grown
attached to.

Now, look, I'd love to stand and talk
all night, but... I need those keys.

Not on your life.

Oscar, you stupid man!

Here comes the cavalry.

Better late than never.

My sentiments exactly.

Flipping hell.

Lucky we were out so late.

You're growing bolder today.

You want to think of your future.

Do you work at a coffee shop?

Or you might wind up in jail.

Then you will suffer.

Oh, dear.

Well,

I didn't see this coming.

Well... Sounds like Vinnie Sanders had a
lot of us fooled.

Yeah.

One thing still puzzles me.

Vinnie's car should have left me for
dust.

Well, that's down to one man's
handiwork.

Our accidental hero.

What, David?

Thanks, Bernie. We'll be there.

Bernie's script.

The diesel culprit's going to the garage
at one o 'clock to get paid.

So, you reckon you're off?

Aye,

aye.

Oh, very nice.

What have you come as? What do you mean?

I don't know what I told you, then.

Tell me what? The cricket match.

It's off.

So, we thought we'd have a whip -rap for
the children's home? Yeah.

17 across.

Railway beam in seven. Any ideas?

Oh, a sleeper?

Oh, yes, a sleeper. I hadn't thought of
that.

Is he in?

Yes, and in a right stinker and all.

Has he mentioned, you know, last night?

Ooh, touchy subject.

You won't say anything.

I think he might go easy on me if he
thinks I worked the toilet when Draper

his running. I'll lid the seal.

Nicholson, my office, if you would.

That's it, then?

I didn't think you'd be that harsh.

Somebody had to go in the end.

Hey, come on.

You work?

Work?

What's worse than a whole week?

Two weeks.

Gates on, Nicholson.

Don't want to be late on your first day.

Yes, Sergeant.

Nicholson.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Somebody, if you gotta make a fool of
someone,

dear, you really can hurt me. I am the
one that will

live without you.