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

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

Delta Alpha 2 port to control.

I'm at the cottage now, attending a reported break -in. Okay, Mike.

Police! Anyone here?

What were you doing, Oscar?

Lifting your wallet?

Rushing down the cellar step, he tripped to the bottom. He had an argument with

the barrel and the barrel won.

Hey, Oscar, can I give you a hand?

Just watching you.

Oh, Mr Vernon, where do you want me to put all these doggy coats?

Oh, David, just shut up about them, will you?

What's all this about?

Oh, Vernon Bordeaux, wear us full of doggy coats.

Thermogon bust.

Oh, they're coats to keep doggies warm.

I mean, they're top quality terraline, these, aren't they, Mr. Vernon?

Yes, yes, David.

Oh, no, coats got to do with farmers.

Well, they're always moaning about losing sheep in the cold in winter. I

suggested they put these on to keep the creatures warm, as body warmers. Farmers

putting pet coats on sheep.

Don't be ridiculous.

That's exactly what they said.

You know where your trouble is, Vernon. You're always looking to make a killing

on some pie -in -the -sky deal.

Try working for a living like the rest of us.

Gina, I want a lift to the cash and carry when we close.

I thought one -armed bandits weren't allowed in here.

What?

Oh, Bradley's confirmed there's been a break -in at that rented cottage, Sarge.

The owner's on his way out there now.

Good. We've had a rash of disturbances up on the Woodside Council estate.

Mr Atkins has made the latest complaint. A suspected prowler last night.

Jeff Atkins?

Prowler, indeed. It'll be him and Sid Carter at each other's throats again.

Come again?

Well, they're neighbours.

Carter sold Atkins a dud second -hand car a couple of years ago.

And they've been feuding ever since.

Well, get up there and find out what's going on.

Right, Sergeant. Then go back again tonight. I want a police presence.

Shows we mean business.

Mean doing late.

All right?

Yes, Sergeant. Right, Sergeant.

Thanks for coming out, Mr Dixon. It looks like a forced entry.

Some rambler spotted the broken window.

It's a bit of a mess.

Here it is, Mr Dixon.

That looks like blood.

Yes. Someone might have cut themselves while trying to break in. Now, you say

you've just rented it out?

Ah, a chap called Baker. John Baker.

Hired it for a month.

Paid me cash up front.

Would that be his car outside?

Mr Dixon?

Aye.

Ah, that's it, all right.

This car's here. Where's he, then?

I've no idea.

Said he was after some peace and quiet.

Country air.

May have gone off hill walking or something.

There's something happening here.

What it is ain't exactly clear.

There's a man with a gun over there.

Telling me I've got to where.

Quickie time with the children, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going

down.

Morning, Jack.

What time is it with you lot here?

Look at that carter, boys.

No respect for anything or anybody.

We've all been young ones, haven't we, Jeff?

It's his father I blame.

He puts him up to it.

None of his age should be at work.

I did 40 years down the pit, so he can lounge around in his garden all day,

living off the state. All right, Mr Atkins.

And what about this prowler last night? Did you get a description?

Dog woke me up barking.

By the time I got downstairs, he'd gone, just saw his shape running off.

Tried to dig up a garden path.

Left it like that so you'd see what I mean.

Trying to terrorise me, he is. A bit of digging doesn't prove anything, you know

that. He was in my garden last night.

Needs stopping.

You tell him.

I sometimes think that the Berlin Wall will come down before we sort this lot

out.

So I'm going to unpack all my things and sit before it gets too

late.

What's he up to?

It's all over the place. Gina, pull in. Let him go. Shut up. Gina, just pull in.

What do you think you're playing at?

I haven't seen much of you in the pub recently.

No, I've been a bit busy, you know how it is. There's one thing and another.

Look, er... Is Trish all right?

Yeah, she's fine.

She's back at work full -time. Enough surgery.

It's a bit quick, isn't it?

I mean, it was her heart.

Demanding work, being a GP.

Yeah, I know.

Look, according to her, her specialist said it was OK so long as she took it

easy.

But, you know, these doctors are likely to stick together.

Might be fair about the policeman, eh?

Ow!

Could you mind?

It's a bit early for that, isn't it?

You know, I'm not sure.

Why, what's up?

You know that car that parked us?

That was Harry Bradshaw.

Who's he, when he's at home?

He used to be one of the biggest villains going when I was first made

round here.

Never heard of him.

I'm not surprised.

Harry Bradshaw is dead.

Miss Vernon, breakfast ready.

Thanks, David, but I've already had mine.

Just time to wet me whistle before I get down to the station. That's the 807.

What?

The train, David. I shall be using it to commute to work from now on.

Work? What do you mean, work?

David, I've tried many ways of making money, but it's time for a fresh

Regular employment. A proper job.

It mustn't be late on my first day.

Proper job. I'm sorry I don't... David, it's goodbye, Vernon Scripps,

entrepreneur and businessman, and hello, Vernon Scripps, floor assistant,

Glover's department store, Ashfordly.

Needs a good clean. Anyone can see that.

I'd have thought you'd have had more important things to do than check out

cars.

Ah, you're quite right, Oscar, I do.

So if you'll excuse me.

Is Alfin?

He's up on the new housing estate. Can anyone else help?

Well, if you're still interested in solving crimes around here, I suppose,

Are you a crime to report?

Not as such.

But do you remember a villain called Harry Bradshaw?

It doesn't immediately ring a bell.

No, it was a bit before your time. Anyway, he was wanted for questioning in

connection with an armed jewellery robbery in North Allerton.

Robbery?

When was this?

Fifteen years ago.

Bradshaw was never questioned because he was killed in a car crash.

Hold on a minute, Oscar. You're losing me here.

Bradshaw is officially dead.

But I saw him yesterday.

Alive, well and driving a car. Unless he has a double or a twin brother.

Or you made a mistake.

Murden.

I've been in your job for years.

I never forget a face.

Why did you want Steve Entress?

Because he was one of the officers who identified Bradshaw's body.

Mr Carter, you've had some damage done to your lawn.

You call a whacking great all in the middle of it damage? Yeah, take a look

that.

When I went to bed last night, that lawn was billy table flat. Now look at it.

Well, did you see anyone?

Certainly not if I'd have caught somebody, I think you'd have found a

in there.

I don't have a good idea as it would have been. Old man has been going away

night shift again, eh?

Don't come it.

I may be retired, but I can still take you, Carter.

Oh, yeah?

All right, let's calm down.

Yes. No, I will, Mr Dixon.

Goodbye.

Well, there's a bit of damage, but the owner of the cottage is pretty certain

nothing was taken.

Maybe a kid got in, panicked.

Ran off.

It's a bit remote for kids to be around.

And the only thing that seems to be missing is the tenant.

Puzzling. Mr Baker's still not shown up, then?

Probably just gone off hiking.

Camped out for the night.

Well, there were signs of a struggle and blood, and he hasn't been seen for two

days. I'm a bit concerned for his safety.

Look, all we have at the moment is a break -in.

Just go on with that.

Alf, can I have a word?

Why not?

I've not much else to do.

A couple of sugars, Phil.

Right.

You're not going to believe this, but I've just seen Harry Bradshaw.

Harry Bradshaw? The accountant.

I'm telling you, it was him.

Suntanned, older, but definitely him.

But he's been dead for years.

Yeah, I know. You and Norman Walters, the DS from North Allerton, you went

to France and identified the body. Yes.

But are you sure the body the French police showed you was Harry Bradshaw?

Are you positive?

Yes, of course.

Well, that's fair enough.

I could have sworn it was him.

Now then, Scripps, Glover's has a fine reputation for quality and excellence.

This is where you'll start.

In our electrical goods department.

Oh, some very nice gear, I must say.

Mr Leggett, your supervisor, is on sick leave.

As floor walker, you'll deputise until his return scripts.

We put a premium on politeness and civility to customers at all times.

Right you are, boss.

Please refer to me as Mr Draper. This isn't a building site.

Mr Draper it is, then, Governor.

Just kidding.

Let's see you attend to this customer.

Right you are, Mr Draper.

Good morning, madam.

And a lovely morning it is too.

Spring is definitely in the air. And with spring comes spring cleaning. Out

the old broom, in with the brand new vacuum cleaner.

And you can have this for cash or on our very favourable easy terms.

Live now, pay later, eh?

What are you winking and twitching at? Something wrong with you? You ought to

see a doctor.

He was a friend of mine.

He was a friend of mine.

From a thick floor window, a gunner shot

him down.

Oh, he was a friend of mine.

Hello, Norman.

Blow me off, Ventress. Tell me.

Good to see you.

It must be over ten years. I don't think I've seen you since my retirement, do

you? No.

How are you keeping? You still in the job?

Oh, yes, still at it, for my sins.

Oh, you want to get out of. Enjoy life while you're still fit and able. I'm

to a single -figure handicap now.

Cup of tea or something stronger?

No, tea will be fine, thanks. Are you just passing, or...? I just want to ask

some questions about Harry Bradshaw and when we went to identify his body.

Good Lord, why?

Well, Oscar Blaketon's convinced that he saw him near Aidensfield yesterday,

driving a car.

What?

Thank you for looking round.

Do you know they should put a sign on punters saying, just looking, it'd save

awful lot of my breath and theirs.

What do you do here, Sandra?

That's all goods, admin. I order stock, keep a check of sales and outflow. Oh,

yeah?

Seems to be selling many of these electric kettles.

I'm going to recommend we offer them as a sale item.

Excuse me, Sandra, I don't think that's how you spell sale.

Do you? Oh, it looks right to me.

Well, it's right, but it's wrong.

Pardon? Wrong sale.

You've written S -A -I -L.

Well, that's the sale on a sailing boat.

I mean, the sail where you reduce the price is spelt S -A -L -E.

Oh, Corsity.

Oh, me and spelling.

I thought then of a blind spot.

I mean, you wouldn't get very far sailing in an electric kettle, would

Oh, now, while you're here, would you like to sign the farewell card for

and Aberdashery?

Janice, you say? No problem.

We're all colleagues, after all.

There we are.

Now, the going rate for her presents, half a crown per head.

Hold on, I've never even met the girl. Well, you signed the card.

Oh.

I'd prefer it if you didn't gossip with admin staff whilst they're working

scripts. I wasn't. I've just coughed up half a crown for some bird in

haberdashery I've never even met. The job of a floor walker is to attend to

customers.

Yes, Mr. Draper.

Good morning, sir.

Can I help you?

No, thanks. Just looking.

Oh, Sarge, Hampshire police checked John Baker's address. It's a phony.

Also, the driver's license details he gave the car hire company are also

So whoever the man was who rented that cottage, his name's not John Baker.

And he still hasn't returned.

I don't know. Right.

Let's take another look.

Oscar's Liz is marvelled.

Come on, one fleeting glance through a car window.

You need a bit more than that to make me believe in ghosts.

I agree.

My only worry is that, er...

I signed this ID saying I'd seen him when I didn't.

You were the only person to actually see the body at the mortuary.

Alf, it was him.

I wouldn't have let you sign if I wasn't 100 % certain.

I was covering for you, for goodness sake.

Do you remember?

There was a delay.

And you slipped off to a war grave cemetery, paying respects to old

French cops showed up.

I had to do the ID.

The fact is that I falsely signed that document.

Now, if there had been a mistake... There wasn't.

We saw Bradshaw's wallet and driving licence.

The print the French police sent over matched.

It was conclusive.

Oscar needs his eyesight tested.

You've got nothing to worry about, Al.

Greetings of people in trouble.

Reflections of my life.

Oh, how they fill my mind.

Evening all.

The old 553 was jolly crowded this evening.

G &T, please, Gina. I'll be with you in a minute, sir.

Thanks, Gina.

Do you know, there's something to be said for the peace of mind a regular

brings.

I thought David must have got it wrong.

Don't tell me you have actually got a proper job.

Bernard, after a long uphill crusade as a lone entrepreneur, I have finally come

in from the cold.

I am now a bona fide employee.

Would you mind if I joined you?

I was just waiting for Dr. Summerby, but she's not here yet.

Actually, if you have a moment, there's something I'd value your opinion on. Oh?

I have this colleague, not one of our Ashfordly lads, and he's a bit concerned

about his health.

He's been experiencing symptoms that he finds worrying.

Well, he'd better see a doctor, then.

Yes, but there are certain medical conditions which could mean he'd have to

the force, so...

He wants to check things out without making it official.

I'm not sure how I can help.

Well, I thought if I told you the symptoms, as a pharmacist, you might be

to give him an educated guess.

Your friend should really seek proper medical advice.

Yeah. Right.

Sorry to interrupt, Sarge, but a man's body's been found at the bottom of the

old quarry, about a mile from the cottage.

Right, let's go.

Excuse me.

Okay, Alf.

Do we have any idea what happened? Well, not really.

Seems he might have tripped and fallen from that path up there. He has a lot of

cuts and bruises, but there's not much more I can tell at this stage.

No one recognizes him?

No, Sarge.

But we do know there is one person missing from this area.

Are you sure that was your tenant?

The man you knew as John Bacon?

Yes, I'm sure.

Well, Bellamy, get his fingerprints, send them over to the Central Records

Office. Here you have a criminal record.

Sir? Could you let us know as soon as you have the post -mortem results,

Doctor? Of course, yes. Thank you.

I'm really sorry you had to be dragged out like that last night. I'm OK,

honestly. You don't have to treat me like a delicate flower.

Fair enough.

Hmm.

OK, you can't say how he died exactly, then? No more than I told you last

They'll have a full post -mortem today.

No, it's just that, um...

If there was any foul play, it'd be good to let the I .D. know as soon as

possible. Ah.

And there I was, thinking you were concerned about me.

Sorry. You'll just have to wait, Constable.

The 807's rather late this morning.

I do hope British Railways aren't going to let down those regular commuters.

No, no.

Here she comes.

I know you get to like it if you give it a chance now.

Come on, baby, do the move.

My little baby says that you do everything.

It's easy as a line in your ABC.

So come on, come on, do the love, come on, do the need.

You gotta swing your hips now.

Come on, baby.

You go on. I'll catch you up.

I've known you half my life, Alf.

I trust your word against anyone's.

But there's something here just doesn't add up. Like you said, you've made a

mistake. I saw him. I know I did. You can't have. If you're so certain of

why did you feel the need to go and see D .S. Walters yesterday?

Come on, Alf. Let's have it.

It's best out in the open.

Oh, good morning, Sandra.

I was getting a bit lonely here by myself.

Would you like to find this?

Oh, not another farewell card.

I can't keep chucking money at people I've never met. It's your supervisor, Mr

Leggett, this time.

He was on sick leave, but he's not coming back now, apparently.

Oh, well, he was electrical department.

That makes him a close colleague.

What's the going rate for his present?

Well, most people have put in sixpence.

He wasn't that popular.

Could you confine the signing of farewell cards to lunchtime scripts?

They're in the firm's time now.

I'm hardly neglecting any customers, Mr Draper. There aren't any.

When you've a moment, I'd like to see you in my office.

I like the sound of that.

We needed two signatures. Norman Walters was convinced it was him.

Well, it was a bad car crash.

Could Walters have made a mistake in identification?

Well, the fingerprints matched as well, did they? Or was that fixed somehow?

Now, if Bradshaw is here, you've got to face the fact that Walters could be

involved in a conspiracy to falsify his death.

I hear there was a body found up in the quarry last night, unidentified.

Have you seen it?

Well, I think you should take a look.

There's nothing to connect your possible sighting with an accident at a quarry.

If it was an accident...

Bradshaw mixed in some pretty nasty circles. He had some bad enemies.

Look, Alf.

I want this business to drag you down.

Be a sad end to a long and... well, pretty decent career.

I see you.

Come in.

You wanted to see me, Mr Draper?

I appreciate it's rather early to make an assessment of your work script.

Look, I know I haven't flogged much gear yet, but there was a chap in earlier

who was looking at a pop -up toaster. I reckon he'll be back.

Well, let's hope so.

Now, head office in Leeds have sent me last quarter's sales figures.

Makes grim reading.

We're having to reassess personnel levels.

Don't tell me I'm getting the bullet.

Last in, first out, eh?

No, we'd like to offer you promotion.

From floor walker to floor supervisor.

Supervisor? Mr Leggett has left due to ill health.

I'm promoting you to his post, doing away with the need for a floor walker.

Promotion on my second day?

Supervisor?

Not bad, eh?

I've been at the hospital. Dr Hooper's writing up the post -mortem, but he said

I could tell you your man didn't die in the quarry. Ah.

The battering he suffered in his fall occurred after death.

His body must have been thrown into the quarry.

How did he die, then?

Blow to the back of the head, possibly from a heavy metal object, but whatever

the instrument, he was dead several hours before the fall.

Bradley, call D .I. Shainer at HQ and let him know that our suspicious death

now a motto.

Yes, Sergeant.

And tell Ventress and Bellamy to stand by.

Thanks for coming by, Doctor.

I hope you don't mind me saying, Sergeant, you seem a little tired.

Your work can be quite stressful.

Is there anything you'd like to discuss?

No, thanks.

No.

I'm sure you'll appreciate we have a modern inquiry to conduct.

Look, I need a favour under the Old Pals Act.

I want someone from Division to trawl through an archive file for me.

Just to check what's actually in there.

Is that possible?

Thanks, Jack.

CID results have been abstracted at the moment.

Can you spare Bradley to work with me directly on this? Of course.

And we still have no clue as to the identity of the victim.

Better have a look at the body.

Bradley, can you arrange that, Sergeant?

Let me know if you need anything else.

Perhaps I should come with you, sir.

Wife? Well, I've served round here longest.

If he's a local, there's a chance that I might recognise him.

All right.

No.

I'm certain I don't know him.

Well, it seems unlikely he was local then, as the owner of the cottage

he had a London accent.

Have you checked with CRO? We sent the prints over today.

Well, it's a priority now. Chase it first thing. I'll get forensics to go

the cottage. Thank you, Doctor. You're welcome.

Thank you.

Where are you?

Got a print on it, please?

Just be a minute.

Good evening, Sergeant.

Can I get you a drink?

No, thanks.

I had hoped our little chat the other evening was in confidence.

What are you talking about?

Dr Somerby seems suddenly very interested in the state of my health. I

said a word to her or anyone.

But if you're ill, she'll probably have noticed for herself.

Aye, sorry.

That was uncalled for.

But I was concerned about you, yes.

It is you, not a friend who has this health worry, isn't it?

Maybe.

Then my advice remains the same.

Please consult a doctor.

I'll think about it.

Thanks, anyway.

I thought you should know it wasn't Bradshaw they found in the quarry.

And there'd be no other sightings of him.

So you must have been wrong.

Oscar, there's a phone call for you. An old mate of yours called Jack something.

All right.

I can't believe this.

Why do this?

Taking it out on the kiddies. I can't see Jeff Atkins doing that.

Yeah, well, whatever rags they've been having, penalising the children is going

too far.

An excellent buy, sir.

Electric kettles are the coming thing, you know.

Where's the lead?

There's no connecting lead to plug it in.

Allow me, sir.

Oh, you're right.

There is no lead.

I'll get a new one from stock.

Sandra, can you get me another electric kettle from stock, please? This one's

got no lead in the box.

I'll get one for you.

Do you know, there are wonderful innovation electric kettles, but not

without the lead.

I mean, you can't really put them in the gas to boil.

The bottom would probably melt, I expect.

Yes.

Perhaps you'd like to have a butcher's at some of our other lines while you're

waiting, sir?

I just wanted a kettle.

Just one moment.

Could you ask my next patient to come in, please? Yes, all right, Doctor.

you.

Take a seat.

Whoever killed him waited for darkness, drove the body here, then dropped him

over. Which means the killer has a car.

Could be anyone.

And anywhere by now.

Have you got them?

I checked all the kettle boxes. None of them have got leave to pack with them.

What? I remember when they arrived. The leaves came in separate boxes.

So where are they then? I wrote on each box what they were, but I just cannot

find them.

No.

Slight hold -up in the proceedings.

Won't keep you long, sir.

You know, this place has really gone downhill.

I'll tell you what.

I think I'll get one somewhere else. Thank you very much.

You've a high sugar level.

Is that serious?

What does it mean?

Well, given your other symptoms, the unexplained weight loss and dizziness,

there are a number of possibilities.

Such as?

Tell me.

Is there a history of diabetes in your family?

Not that I'm aware of.

All the same, I'd like you to take a blood test at the hospital if that's OK.

Diabetes?

No cure for that, is there?

Not as such, no.

But it's treatable nowadays.

You can live with it.

A bit quiet again this morning, Mr Draper, but I think as supervisor you'll

everything is ship -shape.

I've some bad news, I'm afraid.

Our main store in Leeds have just notified me that the Ashfordly branch of

Glovers is to close down.

What? We cease trading this evening.

Staff will use tomorrow for stock -taking.

We'll reopen briefly for a closing -down sale.

Then all staff, including myself, will be made redundant.

What a little ray of sunshine he is.

According to forensics, the blood group found in the cottage matches the victim.

Doesn't help us much, I'm afraid.

The yard have been on for... They've given a positive ID on our victim

his prints.

Derek Alan Parthens, recently released from prison. Robbery with violence 12

years ago. A security guard died.

Where is this?

Down south. He's got a lot of form. They're sending up his file. Top

We could have it by tomorrow.

Where have you been?

Have I had some time off today?

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, Gina.

Received some bad news, I'm afraid.

Oh, was it?

Police wrongdoing.

Uncovered in the archives.

The only trouble is it involves an old friend of mine.

And I'm not sure whether to blow the whistle or not.

Eric Parsons, courier criminal, just finished a life sentence.

Someone died in a bank raid.

Most of his crimes were down south, but he was suspected of involvement in an

unsolved crime in North Allerton 15 years back.

£100 ,000 gem robbery, nothing recovered.

The only robber that was identified was Harry Bradshaw.

Everyone thought Parsons was his accomplice.

Bradshaw died in a car accident in France.

Nothing was ever proved.

It seems when he was released from prison, Parsons headed up here.

So it's likely that the stolen jewels were hidden in the area.

He may have had an accomplice. Maybe they argued. He killed him.

Have you any idea who this accomplice is?

No.

I want you and Bradley to go through the cottage again.

I want the floorboards up, the attic, roof space checked. Look for any trace

those jewels.

Is Sergeant Merton around?

No, he said he was going to be late in. Come on off.

Do you know, I still haven't told anybody yet. I've got the job.

I'll be a laughing stock.

You know, Sandra, nobody's going to pay even half price for electric kettles

with no leads.

It baffles me where they got to. And Mark, clearly enough, what they were.

Aye, but you know you and your spelling.

Sandra.

Just write on that box what you wrote.

I wrote Leeds.

Well, that certainly says Leeds.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll say it.

So's the sergeant.

Well, the body in the quarry's been identified, right?

Yeah, yeah, it's official.

Filth and villain called Parsons.

Derek Parsons.

Derek Parsons.

You put in for sergeant yet, Bellamy?

Not yet, Sarge. About time you did.

Glover's Leeds?

Electrical goods, please.

Good morning.

Electrical goods Ashfordly here.

I'm trying to trace something.

Do you by any chance... have a couple of dozen leads for electric kettles in

stock, with no kettles to go with them.

He was a friend of mine.

He was a friend of mine. All right, Norman.

Oscar, come in.

Harry Bradshaw.

When two officers from separate stations certified they'd seen his corpse, their

signatures as policemen was all that was needed.

This file was closed.

So nobody checked very closely when the French police sent over the fingerprint

evidence.

Well, these are Bradshaw's prints, all right.

But they're not the ones sent over from the French police.

Are they, Norman?

These documents were tampered with. The fingerprint substituted. You doctored

these and got away with it.

Until 15 years later, when Harry Bradshaw drove past the next copper, who

forgets a face.

You know what we got paid in them days.

No overtime, worked round the clock, abused some prisoners, spat out by

The job cost me my marriage.

I was tired of watching villains getting off and driving away in big jags.

Never trust a villain, eh?

The deal was Bradshaw would never set foot in this country again.

So, what did you get out of the deal?

Did he pay for all this?

It wasn't a fortune.

Enough for me to retire early on and have a roof over my head.

I was tired, Oscar.

Tired?

And venturous.

What did he get out of it?

Not a penny.

He knew nothing.

I manoeuvred him into visiting the Wargrave and I persuaded him to sign

he'd seen the body.

I was senior officer.

Does all this have to come out?

Well, Derek Parsons, who was with Bradshaw on that jewellery job, he's

found murdered in this area.

Bradshaw has to be a suspect.

I want you to contact D .I. Shiner, confirm he's still alive.

And I want your word.

He won't take Ventress down with you.

I'll be ruined.

That's tough.

Either you go to them, or I'll make sure they come for you.

Hello.

What's this?

Need anything to do, Alf?

Maybe. I can't see the public buying kettles without leads, Mr Draper.

I mean, even at half price, they're £1 .05.

Yes. Well, I mean, we've got two dozen in stock. Can I make a clearance offer

for them?

What sort of offer?

Well, how about five bob apiece? I mean, we've got two dozen. That makes six

pound.

Minus the ten percent staff reduction.

Well, I can't imagine why you'd want them.

Say, five pound each. I'll tell you what.

I'll give you five pound for the lot.

Well, it's most irregular, but under the circumstances... Why not?

Bradshaw's alive.

I hope you get him.

For the robbery and the murder of your daughter.

We'll deal with you later. Put him in the cells for now, Bellamy.

Wait.

Ventress may have been foolish enough to put his signature to the bar otherwise.

He was an entirely innocent party.

Yeah, absolutely.

Knew nothing.

Delta House 24 to Control.

Control receiving.

Sarge.

Okay, Bradley, we'll be right with you.

Your

actions

in France show a serious lack of judgment.

I'll do what I can.

But it could cost you a job. And your good name is a police officer.

Charge.

Alf does have a theory.

Well, I reckon it's a map of where the jewels were buried.

Arsene said it in the car, and he was murdered because he wouldn't say where

was. Have we any idea where this place is?

Well, the trees are chopped down to make way for the housing estate.

Only thing standing was the war memorial.

What's your game?

We're making you do it. What is this? Police.

Hold it there, Bradshaw.

Come on, Harry, it's over.

Back from the grave, eh, Harry?

Looking for these, were you? How did he get that?

Changed a bit round here since your day.

You'd found the map.

You wouldn't have had to dig up half the estate.

There we are, Oscar.

One brand -new electric kettle, complete with lead and maker's guarantee.

Retail price, £2 .96.

To you, 30 bob.

Well, I don't mind spending good money on a genuine bargain, if it's legal.

Oscar, this is copper -bottomed.

All right, I'll take it.

You see, it's all about making the right connections, David.

Kettles from Ashfordly, leads from Leeds. And we've got another two dozen

these beauties.

There you, Bob. Thank you, Oscar.

Thanks for what you did for me, Oscar.

Are you going to be all right?

Well, I'll probably get an official reprimand, but the sergeant said I'll

my job.

I did help solve the murder.

Oh, perhaps I should have said thank you, Mark.

Who's Mark?

Mark Sabre.

Oh, hi.

The one -armed detective.

I get the results tomorrow, but they're pretty sure it's diabetes.

Looks like the end of my police career. Oh, don't be so gloomy.

Diabetics often live perfectly normal lives, you know.

No, but there's nothing normal about police life, I'm afraid.

Let me give you a lift home.

Oh, that'd be very nice, doesn't it?

Call me Dennis.

Dennis.