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Harvey, what do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Harvey, what does a love kiss say in my memory?

Hello, Doctor.

What are you doing here, then?

I was passing.

What's going on? Well, they're training for the match.

It's the Ashfordly section against the Richmond lads. It's for police charity.

I see.

Right,

come on. Let's go there, lads. All right.

Well, that's all they said.

Phil,

where are we going for one, then?

Not tonight, Al. Just going to get back, make sure Miller still remembers that

I've got to have time off for the game.

All right.

Hiya.

See you down at the pub later, then.

That'll be nice.

Can I sell you the ticket?

It's not exactly Liverpool and Everton, but it is in a good cause.

And these are two police teams, are they?

Well, between you and me, a bit of a grudge match, actually.

Well, I must say, it is irresistibly attractive, the thought of watching two

teams of policemen kicking each other to bits.

How much?

Ten bob a ticket, and that includes being taken there and back by coach and

hot pot supper back here later.

Cheaper, twice the price.

And your name is?

Hallows. Albert Hallows.

Are you just visiting, are you? No, I just moved in.

Fairfield Old Folk's home.

Other side of the village.

Oh, I see.

So, how are the tickets going?

Well, not brilliant, to be honest.

See, a lot of people can't get off work, even if it is half -day closing.

Apart from which, I've been that busy behind the bar, I haven't been able to

push it much.

Well, look, if it would help, I'll take the list and the tickets around the pub

for you.

Oh, that'd be great if you would.

Honey, make sure you get the money out of them first, will you?

Your wish is my command, dear lady.

Ta?

No, I have a pen, thank you.

Jeff?

How's your team shaping up?

Great, thanks, Jeff.

In fact, that lot from Richmond won't know what's hit them.

See, what you have to realise is that basically, soccer is a very simple game,

and it's all about getting your team to do the simple things well.

A word, Bellamy?

Yes, Sarge.

Big soccer match of yours.

Yes, Sarge. It's on Wednesday, right?

Oh, yeah.

You thinking of coming and watching us, are you, Sarge?

I shall be otherwise engaged, as indeed will you, probably.

Sarge?

Well, you haven't forgotten that you have to be at the asylum that day as

arresting officer in the Martin Phillips case.

Well, no, Sarge, but it'll be in the morning, won't it? We have to be there

the morning, but there's no guarantee it'll be here before lunch.

Besides, I'm the coach.

I have to be there.

Will you tell the judge that, or shall I?

Right.

David, if that face of yours gets any longer, people will start tripping over

it.

What the heck's the matter with you?

I've got to go to court next Wednesday.

That's what's the matter with me.

Ah.

Why? What have you been up to now, then?

Nothing. I've been called up for that jury duty service thing.

Oh, I see.

In fact, I was wondering, you know, like with you being an ex -policeman, like,

just wondering if you knew any way that I could get out of it.

Point one, David, you can't.

And point two, if I knew how you could, I wouldn't tell you. Because I believe

that anyone who's called up for jury service is obligated to serve.

That's why I call it.

Jury duty.

So good luck.

I'm afraid that's the best I can do for you, my dear.

You've done brilliant, Mr Hallows. Thanks very much.

Well, can I get you another drink? On the house, of course. No, no, no. I'd

better get back.

Matron can get very cross if you're late rolling up for cocoa.

It might confine me to barracks.

Oh, right.

See you again soon, though. Right.

See you. Ta -ra.

Bye -bye.

So, what did he say?

Oh, nothing much good.

Oh, well, try and look on Brightside.

What Brightside?

Well, look, they're going to give you some travel expenses.

I'm sure we can find a way of jacking them up a bit. A bit of creative

accounting.

I didn't know you could play football.

Oh, I wouldn't put it as strongly as that.

I just happened to get roped into it by Phil, that's all.

Who sees himself as the next Alf Randall, by the way.

So you're going to come and watch?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Just as long as you're not expecting any Bobby Chartmans out there.

Oh, Lottie, you should be in bed, you naughty girl. I wanted to watch the end

the horror film, but fell asleep halfway through.

And just as Bella Lugosi was about to sink his fangs into her.

Oh, how disappointing.

And what have you been up to tonight?

Oh, no good at all, dear lady. No good at all.

Mr. Hallows, you are incorrigible.

Good night, then. Good night, dear lady.

Good night.

See you in the morning. Yes, see you in the morning. Good night.

And don't stay up too late.

No, I won't.

Chalky, it's me.

Get the boys together.

I've fixed up a good one for us.

A real dapper.

See you. See you later.

You know, if you'd been born a few years ago, you could make a fortune as an

undertaker's mute.

It's all right for you, Mr. Scripps. You're not going to be facing what I'm

going to be facing this time tomorrow.

David, all you'll be facing is joining 11 other people to decide whether

somebody's guilty or not. Not the electric chair.

So, you're all alone in the world, my dear.

Since my husband died, yes.

And I do miss him so.

But at least he left me comfortably off, bless him.

In fact, between you and me, Mr Hallows, more than comfortably.

Really? And which bank did you say your late husband used?

Visitors for you, Mr. Hallows. Oh, here you are, gentlemen.

Chalky? Prof.

Cummins? Hi.

This is a very good friend of mine, Mrs. Ferguson.

My business associates.

Do call me Lottie.

Lottie. You must excuse us, my dear. We have a very important business deal to

discuss. But of course.

See you at tea.

I look forward to it. So do I.

Out, out.

Hang on.

So, Lottie's your bit on the side, then, is she, Hallows?

Hardly. Most of the time she's away with the fairies.

But having said that, she is a wealthy widow with no one to leave her money to.

Poor soul.

Follow me.

By this time tomorrow, it'll all be over, won't it?

Not necessarily.

Can't he, mate?

Well, some trials just go on and on and on, don't they?

I had a friend once on a jury. He didn't get away for nearly a month.

Really?

Thanks, Bernie.

We're trying to cheer him up. You're about as helpful as a flat tyre at a

funeral.

Well, he has to know the truth, Rosemary.

What if he turns up tomorrow and finds it is going to drag on?

Expect the worst, I always say. Then, when it happens, you won't get so much

a shock, will you?

Yeah, well, I suppose it's a well -known fact round here that it's being so

cheerful that keeps you going.

So, what's the gig this time, eh, Prof?

Patience, Chalky, patience, and all will be revealed.

Well, how about one take all day?

Because the pubs will be open soon.

Ah.

It is a brilliant plan, and, of course, very simple. Always is.

All right, Cummins.

The village of Aidensfield, which is just down the road, will be practically

ghost village tomorrow for a couple of hours.

How come?

Because many of the residents will be attending a charity soccer match a few

miles away from here, mounted, would you believe, by the local constabulary,

leaving the place unguarded, their homes empty and ripe for picking.

But how do we know which homes?

Because when I was selling the tickets, Cummins, I also acquired some of their

addresses. That's how.

Oh, trust you, Prof.

Well, I say it myself, Chalky. One of the secrets of my success.

My scrupulous attention to detail.

If you want to go and report in, I won't find myself a cup of tea.

All right?

I've been giving you any grief out there, kid?

Don't worry.

We only stopped at one.

Give him a working over with the rubber hoses.

It will mark him.

What, for a cup of tea?

Go on, then.

Guess who?

Oh!

Ha, ha, ha!

Tell Philly.

Thank you, love. How are you? I'll have another one of them, please. Well, I

can't see me entering for the Miss World contest ever again, apart from that.

How are you?

I'm all right, yeah.

Hey, I was sorry to hear about your mum.

Oh, well, at least she didn't suffer, eh? And I was really sorry not to get up

for the funeral.

Oh, well, no sweat.

Anyway, what are you doing? That is a long and unhappy story, Peg.

Ooh.

Name?

David.

Er, Stockwell.

Yeah, I'm here for jury service, but there's something I want to tell you.

Tell me.

Yeah, you know when people are called for jury duty, but they don't always get

picked, you know, to be on the actual jury, like?

Yes. All I wanted to say was that if you're looking for volunteers not to get

picked, well, I wouldn't mind.

You've already been elected to the jury in court number one. Now, kindly wait

outside until you're called.

Right, I'll...

What's your Martin up for?

Well, he's somewhere now, really.

The thing about our kid is he's always been easily led. Well, that were always

true.

Well, what happened was, it was all a bit of a dare, really.

You know, there's a factory near where we live, right? Right.

These other kids bet him that he couldn't break in. You know, our kid,

never been worth a duck a dare.

So he breaks in, and it's only a small window he broke.

And he sees this money just lying around in one of the drawers.

So he picks it up.

Wonders what he's doing there.

Next thing you know, a security guard comes bursting in.

Well, I'm sure when the jury hears his side of the story, they'll let him off

with a caution or something.

Only it's not the first time he's been led astray, you see, or even the second,

for that matter.

Oh, I see.

You see, Peg, he's just not been the same lad since his mum died.

God, he was.

Yeah, I'm sure he was.

Sent him right off the rails.

Oh, poor lamb.

Hey, now then.

How have you gone on?

Well, I've been located to a jury in number one court.

Oh, well.

Go and get yourself a cup of tea.

Make you feel a bit better.

Are you a friend of yours?

No.

That's my nephew, David.

I, er... I took him in, you know.

When he was left on his own.

Because, er...

That's the court our Martin's coach is coming up with.

Couldn't have a word with him, could you?

You know, get him to put a good word in for that.

And, you know, he never really stood a chance.

I mean, deserted by that father of his when he was still a bairn and then

his mother like that.

Oh, no.

Not that you must let considerations like this in any way affect your

David. No, I'm sure I'm the last person on earth to suggest anything like that.

No, all I'm asking you to do is to take all these things into account when

reaching your decision.

After all, like Shakespeare always said, the quality of mercy is not

strange.

You know.

All right.

Whenever you're ready, Mr Stockwell.

If it isn't too inconvenient.

All right, yeah, I'm sorry.

All the best, then.

Thanks. And don't worry.

I'll be up there in the public gallery offering you moral support.

All right, all right.

Gina!

Gina, there's a telephone call for you.

Can't do that.

Is something wrong, Matron?

I don't believe it.

Why? What's up? That was the brewery.

Change of plan. They're going to deliver this afternoon.

Someone's going to have to be here.

That's a shame.

What are you going to do?

What am I going to do?

Excuse me, Oscar.

Should it be what are we going to do?

Surely you're not going to leave me here to wait in after all the organising

I've done for the trip.

I'm really sorry, Gina, but it is your name over the front door.

It's your responsibility.

I'm off to a football match.

Oh, well, thanks a bunch.

Come on, you blues!

All

right,

lads. I know your age and your life.

Ice fritters, please.

This is Mrs Roberts, the matron of Fairfield Retirement Home.

Hello, Mrs Roberts.

How can I help you?

Well, for starters, you could find out what's happened to our minibus.

Your minibus? Yes.

It seems to have disappeared from right outside our own front door, would you

believe? Well, I'm afraid we've got a bit of a problem at the moment, Mrs

Roberts, because we were a bit shorthanded this afternoon.

That, officer, is your problem.

Mine is that I have 12 elderly residents expecting to go to the cinema this

afternoon. So spare me your excuses and get a police officer over here

immediately. Thank you.

I don't know about the rest of you, but that is pretty open and shut to me.

He admits wrecking him.

He was caught red -handed with a stole of money on him.

So unless someone's getting any of the points to raise, I suggest a quick show

of hands.

Hang on, hang on.

So, those of you who think he's guilty as charged, please raise your hand now.

Against?

Well, at last, Constable. I'm sorry, Mrs Roberts, but I couldn't get here any

quicker. We are a bit overstretched at present.

So, where is this minibus parked?

Where it always is. Right there.

Right. And the vehicle was securely locked, was it?

Well, it's never been considered necessary to lock it.

I mean, ye gods, it's coming for something when you can no longer park a

outside an old people's home.

Yes.

Well... If you'd like to give me a few more details.

Right. Check, ladies and gentlemen.

1 .30.

I expect you back here in exactly one hour from now.

Here are your targets.

And remember, small is beautiful.

So go for things that are portable.

Jewelry, that sort of thing.

All right?

Come on, let the devil...

So what precisely are you saying, Mr Stockwell?

That despite the fact he was found on the premises with the stolen money

actually in his hands, you're still not convinced he were guilty?

Oh, no, no, I never said that.

I mean, I'm sure he broke in, like.

But I haven't took the money.

What I'm saying is that you've got to remember what sort of life he's had.

I mean, you know, first of all, his dad walking out on him like that, and then,

of course, him losing his mam last year. I mean, he was right upset about that,

I can tell you.

Just a minute.

Are you saying the defendant's known to you personally, Mr Stockwell?

No, never met him.

Oh, it's my auntie Peggy. She knows him well. She used to babysit for him when

he was little, like.

You know, she's changed his nappy that often. And his big brother's.

But... She was just telling me the... What?

It's a mistrial, Fudge.

A mistrial?

Yes. Why, for God's sake?

Well, it seems one of the jurors knows the accused.

Which juror?

Yes.

Creeping me.

your door.

I would just like you to know that I, for one, do not think you are as stupid

you look or as daft as you act.

In fact, it wouldn't surprise me that what went on in the jury room just now

deliberately calculated.

So know this, that from now on I'm going to keep my beady eye on you.

And the minute you step one inch out of line, that's one inch, I'm going to have

you.

Message received and understood.

And that does include what we've got in our pockets, Cummins.

Cummins. Oh.

So, any problems, anyone?

Well, apart from these. What?

Oh, no, it all went like clockwork, Prof.

Just like you said.

Ah, planning chalky, that's what it's all about.

We'd never have beaten Adolf if it hadn't been for that.

Right now, you all know the drill.

There's bound to be a bit of a hue and cry when the police find out what's

happened. So I stash this in a certain safe place until things calm down.

I then pass it all over to my friendly fence.

I'll be in touch again, and we'll split the proceeds.

All right?

Right. Let's get you back to that station in time for your train.

Could you just hold on just for a moment?

Thank you.

Actively, please.

Right. In your address, sir.

Ashfordly Police.

What the plague is this going on?

Aidensfield, Sergeant.

By the sounds of it, somebody's gone through the place like a plague of

Yeah, I know that.

OK.

The best things in life are free.

Well, you can give that to the prince and be, so give me money.

That's what I want. That's what I want.

That's what I want. That's what I want.

That's what I want. That's what I want, yeah.

Your love can give me such a thrill, but your gifting don't pay.

Another one, Sarge.

Make an XO file, right?

Better make that nine, Sarge. They hit the police house as well.

Was anything taken?

A few odds and ends.

Plus one pair of handcuffs.

Oh, very comical.

Ah, Bidley Police.

Yeah?

Um... Could you just hold the line a moment, please?

It's the new desk at the Yorkshire Post.

You want to know if it's true that out of all the houses burgled in

one of them was the police house.

And... that one of the items taken was a pair of police handcuffs.

Ask them where they got that from.

Could you tell us who told you that, please?

Ashfordly, please. Could you hold on a moment?

He refused to give a name.

Tell them no comment.

It's Division, Sergeant.

Chief Superintendent Midgley.

Yes, sir.

Oh, they've got on to you as well, have they?

And the Daily Mirror.

Well, I would imagine it was the burglar himself, sir.

Obviously a bit of a comedian.

No, you have to be joking.

Jamie, you'll never guess what's been going on.

What? This afternoon, half the others in the village have been burgled.

They don't think I had anything to do with it, do they? Oh, don't be so daft.

Well, don't you sit there.

We've got to go down to the pub and find out what the latest is.

Er, no, I don't think I'll bother today, thanks.

Well, you ought to go down to the pub about this time.

Yeah, well, today I just don't feel like it, OK?

Sorry, I've, er... I've got a bit of a bad head. I think I'll go for a lie

Point one.

For all these houses to have been done at one go means there was a gang

involved. A gang that knew all about the football match and that a lot of people

would be away from home for a couple of hours.

Which would suggest it was a local mob, wouldn't it, Sergeant?

No, I don't think so.

After all, Aidensfield isn't exactly knee -deep in criminal gangs, is it?

But as Rob says, somebody with local knowledge, certainly.

Get on to the scenes of crimes.

I want dabs for each of the houses that have been done.

Then get over to Aidensfield and talk to anybody who wasn't at the match, see if

anybody heard or saw anything suspicious.

Yes, Sarge.

Now, this match was organised out of the Aidensfield Arms, wasn't it? Yeah,

that's right, Sarge. You'd better get over there yourself.

Have a word with Oscar and anybody else that might have been involved.

Sarge!

I've just had Mrs Roberts on the phone from the old folks home.

That minibus that was nicked. Well?

Well, it's suddenly turned up there again.

Good as new.

So, who exactly had access to this list?

Anyone who came into the pub, really. It's been lying on the bar for nearly a

week.

And they were asked to give their addresses as well, were they? Oh, that

Hallow's idea, in case there was a last -minute change of plan or anything.

Who's Mr Hallow's when he's at home?

Oh, it's just someone who's been coming in here recently. He lives up at the old

folks' home off Ashfordly Road.

Hey, what's it called?

Fairfield. And what's his involvement in a police charity football match?

Well, none really, except one night he volunteered to take the list round the

pub, drum up a bit more support like.

He's a nice old chap.

He's very polite.

Well, did he go on the trip? I don't see his name down here.

Well, he was supposed to be.

Well, I don't remember seeing him.

Nor me.

Really?

Oh, come on, Rob.

You can't really believe he's got anything to do with this.

An nice old man like that.

You'd be amazed, Gina, what nice old men get up to sometimes.

Nobody saw the vehicle return then?

I'm afraid not, no.

Afternoon, Mrs Roberts.

And good afternoon to you, Constable.

Although I wouldn't have thought this little incident of ours merited quite so

much police attention.

After all, we have got it back.

It was actually one of your residents I came to have a word with. Mr Hallows.

Oh, I believe he's up in his room. He usually is at this time.

If you'd care to follow me.

Sorry about that.

I take it you heard about the burglaries in Aidensfield earlier today, Mr.

Hollis? Yes, shocking business.

I tell you, Constable, the way the world is going, when my time comes to leave,

I won't be all that sorry. What is the use of this country coming to, eh?

Well, we don't know that it was used, actually, Mr. Hollis.

All we can say with any certainty is that the burglaries were all timed to

coincide with the football match this afternoon.

You mean whoever did it knew those homes would be empty for the whole afternoon

and... targeted them accordingly.

Right.

Well, ingenious, I must say.

In fact, ingenious to the point of genius, you might say.

That's one way of looking at it.

In fact, Gina down in the pub tells me that you were meant to be on that trip

yourself. Yes, that's right, I was.

So how come you didn't go?

Oh, down to my legs, I'm afraid.

Your legs?

Yes, there I was.

lying on my bed listening to Delius, and I suddenly thought, do I really want to

spend two hours on a muddy touchline on my poor old pegs watching a football

match? And suddenly it didn't seem a very pleasing prospect.

Are you from round here, Mr Hallows?

No, Leeds.

So what made you decide to move over here?

Well, when you get to my age, it's quite difficult to cope on your own.

I'd always intended to move to a small village somewhere.

I think you get a better kind of person.

In a village.

Right.

Anything?

Just one thing, I suppose.

Oh? I just get this funny feeling that he's laughing at us.

So do us a favour. Will you get on the blower to lead the police and ask him if

the name Hallows means anything to him?

You'll have to have a word with our David, Bernie.

I mean, he won't venture outside the house in case the police grab him.

Well, you're not surprised, are you? After his shenanigans in that jury room,

he's lucky he's not been done for contempt of court.

All he needs is for somebody to drill some sense into him.

Forget drilling.

Oh, Bernie!

Look, the way I see it is you got him into this mess, you get him out of it.

All right, where is he?

He's probably hiding in one of the wardrobes, I should think.

Albert Hallows, age 68.

And from the sound of it, the oldest recidivist in the business.

Oh, aye.

Armed robbery, jewellery theft, burglary, you name it, he's done it and

done for it. Oh, also known as the Prof by the various gangs that he's led in

the past. The Prof?

Yeah, thinks of himself as some sort of criminal mastermind.

Which, by the sound of it, has been his downfall.

How come?

Well, the jobs that he's drafted are usually so complicated, they inevitably

wrong.

I reckon we should have that minibus out there dusted for dabs.

Seems a bit of a coincidence that it goes miffing a couple of hours before

burger is, and then gets returned the same afternoon.

After all, if Hallows is our man, at his age he'll have needed some sort of

transport to get him there and back.

Where were you between one o 'clock and five o 'clock yesterday afternoon, Mr.

Hallows? I told you, I was lying on my bed.

Can anyone confirm that?

Well, it was just the two of us.

Delius and me.

Delius who?

You've quite a criminal record, haven't you, Mr. Hallows?

Ah, that's a long time ago, Constable.

You're looking at a man who's made his peace with God and society.

Well, not that long ago, according to Leeds police.

In fact, they reckon you see yourself as Yorkshire's answer to Professor

Moriarty.

Moriarty? I'm sorry, I don't know the gentleman.

Mind you, he really was a criminal mastermind, wasn't he?

Come on, what was that all about yesterday?

Your last bow?

I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.

Good. Then you've no objection to us searching your room, then? Unless, of

course, you'd like us to get a warrant.

No, feel free, my dear fellow.

You won't find anything.

Whatever it is you're looking for.

I'd like a word.

We've been through his room with a fine tooth

comb, Sarge.

No sign of any of the missing stuff at all.

Over. It could be that the look was never taken back to Fairfield.

But where better to hide stolen property than an old folk's home?

What about scenes of crimes?

Have they come up with any dabs on the minibus? Over.

Anything?

No. Couldn't find any fingerprints.

Clean as a whistle.

Er, no, Sarge.

Which means they've obviously wiped it clean.

Over. I have a word with Mrs Roberts.

I think it's time you searched the rest of the premises.

My nephew, David, is in dead trouble because of speaking up for your little

brother. Oh, dear.

I'm sorry to hear that, Peg. Not as sorry as you're going to be if something

isn't done about it.

Well, thanks now, is it?

Promises.

So you've no objections to us having a sniff round the place, then? Not at all,

if you'd like to follow me.

Thank you, mate.

Look, Peg, I'm sorry for the poor kid's trouble I had, darling. What can I do

about it, eh? You can have a word with your little brother and get him to plead

guilty. Oh, you really have got to be joking.

Look, tell, love, I were in court and all, remember, and there's not a jury in

the land will find him not guilty, whereas if he were to plead guilty,

maybe the judge might feel inclined to be a bit more lenient.

And he may just get away with nothing more than a suspended sentence.

Thank you.

Us Phillips plead not guilty on principle.

Oh, dear.

Looks like you'll be going down in his place, then.

Come again?

Well, come on, Del.

Thieving's one thing, but tampering with a juror's quite another, isn't it?

I haven't tampered with anybody.

Ah, but will the police believe that?

Especially when I tell them that you put David up to it. In fact, threaten what

you'd do to him if he didn't cooperate.

You wouldn't dare.

Try me.

Well, did you find anything?

Afraid not.

Far be it from me to say I told you, sir.

But I did tell you, sir.

Are you sure that's the lock, Mrs Roberts?

Well, apart from Mrs. Ferguson, but I really must draw the line at your

her bedroom.

She's taking a nap, and waking up to the sight of young men in uniforms would

frighten her half to death.

Matron! Oh, Mrs.

Ferguson, I thought you were sleeping.

These young... Sleeping?

If only!

Now, that bed of mine is usually the most comfortable one in the entire

but now it's as solid as a rock.

Really? How long's it been like that, Mrs. Ferguson?

Well, since this afternoon.

And it was perfectly all right this morning.

Is that so?

I'll tell you what, love.

Why don't we take a look at it for you?

See if there's anything we can do about it.

Care to join us, Mr. Hallows?

I think that might be what was giving you some jip, Mrs Ferguson.

I've never seen it before in my life.

Of course not.

Any more than it was you who stole that minibus, right?

I couldn't help noticing your people dusting it for dabs.

I'm sure they didn't find any of mine on it.

We didn't find anybody's prints on it.

Somebody had wiped it clean.

Oh, this villain, if he wants whoever he is, looks a bit too clever for you lot.

Too clever by half, I'd say.

Huh?

Well, when he wiped the minibus clean, he was obviously wearing gloves.

Do you happen to possess a pair of gloves, Mr Hallows? Boy, I'm sure I have

pair somewhere.

Was he still wearing the gloves when he stuck the suitcase underneath Mrs

Ferguson's bed?

Because if he wasn't, well, our scene of crime officers are going to have a

field day with this bit of evidence, aren't they, Mr Hallows?

Ah. Ah.

I think maybe we should discuss this down at the station.

Don't you?

So, whenever you're ready, prom.

You did a great job, lad. Congratulations.

Cheers. Thank you, Oscar.

And star of the match as well, Rob.

Well, I suppose it happens to be in the right place at the right time.

And as for that dive in the penalty area, that was pure Oscar -winning

Do you mind?

So,

you've finally decided to risk it and come out again, then, have you?

Ah, yeah.

Well, Aunt Peggy said that that bloke had confessed and that the police are

dead chuffed, so... Whatever made him do that, I wonder?

Probably couldn't live with his conscience a moment longer.

Ross, telephone call. It's Mr Rebby.

Don Rebby.

Yes, he wants to know if you can play for them on Saturday.

Against the Arsenal.

Very good.

Thank you.

I just want to go to sleep and not wake up again.

She's dead.

Dr Trent.

It was her.

Procedures are there to protect the innocent as well as punish the guilty.

What's reported theft?

Your own case.

What exactly are you doing?

Never you mind. You stick out like a soap. Listen, I'm not so sure this is a

very good idea.