All language subtitles for Heartbeat s09e23 Wise Guys

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

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

She's really got you on a diet, then,
Al.

It's no laughing matter.

How can a man do a day's work in a
crisper?

Can I see your choccy bicky, Al?

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's my last one.

Ashfordly Police.

Yes, madam.

I'll send somebody over straight away.

No, no, OK.

A break -in.

Mrs Poole.

I'll go.

I'll sit round here all day watching you
two stuff yourselves.

Well, this is certainly a very sad
occasion. I'd like to begin by

condolences.

Oh, Lord, I teach you no manners.

Get Mrs Bradley a cup of coffee.

I'm fine, really.

It's OK, Mum.

It's not OK.

How many times I tell him, what's it all
for?

We go home now. A little villa in
Umbria. But no, it won't stop.

Work, work, work.

I really am sorry for your loss, Mrs.
Mazzetti.

Perhaps it would be best if I begin by
explaining my role.

As your husband Franco's solicitor, I
drew up his will.

What I propose to do is to read it in
its entirety and then I'll go back and

explain the individual provision and
answer any questions you may have.

The thing is, we always felt so very
safe in Aidensfield.

Well, unfortunately, villains travel far
and wide nowadays, Mrs Poole.

Was much taken?

A silver tea service.

Not worth a fortune, but it was a
wedding brand.

Some other ornaments from the
mantelpiece.

I'll show you.

Oh, well, not too much of a mess,
fortunately.

And I left your sideboard alone.

I suppose I should be grateful.

Oh, I didn't mean that. I mean, any
breaking is bad enough.

But we've got off lightly.

Your husband's at work, presumably. Have
you let him know?

Actually, I'm a widow.

My husband died last year.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... No,
no, I misled you. I said we.

Unfortunately, it's a habit I haven't
quite broken myself of yet.

Well, these things take time.

They certainly do.

Well, I need to take a statement.

Description of the items taken, that
sort of thing.

Whilst you're doing that, perhaps I can
offer you a cup of tea.

Oh, I don't want to put you to any
bother.

It's no bother.

In fact, I know this may sound silly,
but while I was waiting for you to

I didn't know what to do with myself. So
to calm my nerves, I made a batch of

scones. They should be ready about now.

You sure I can't tempt you?

Oh, well, that's very good of you
indeed.

Thank you.

You take this, Mr. Bradley.

It's the best fish and chips in
Yorkshire.

My Franco, he was the expert.

Only the freshest cod.

We buy from the same fishermen since we
came here 20 years ago.

Well, you certainly don't skimp on the
portions, Mrs. Mabessi.

New husband, working wife. You feed him
well, he don't stray.

This son of mine, now he thinks he's the
boss. Mama, never.

You tell him your big idea.

See if they'll laugh.

All businesses have to move on and
diversify. The bar told me that.

You know what he wanted to sell?

Not fish and chips. What everyone in
England liked to eat.

He wanted to sell pizza.

Pizza is what Italian peasants eat.

Well, I had it once when I was on
holiday in Italy and I liked it.

No one would buy it. Beer, tea, fish and
chips, bread and butter. This they buy.

She's in the bathroom.

She's still furious I'm for dropping
dead.

Are you thinking of selling the
business? Oh, no, she'd kill me.

Now, I'm going to concentrate on
building up the restaurant site.

Whatever she thinks.

One of these days, there's going to be a
pizza parlor in every town in England.

And it's going to have mazzettis above
the door.

Anyway, thanks for all your help, Mrs
Bradley, Annette. Enjoy your meals.

Thanks.

If I eat all of this, I'm going to have
to diet like Alf.

Don't worry.

I'll keep you in shape.

You haven't come the old flannel. Who do
you think you are, me?

I'd love to run a chip by Mr Greengrass.

I mean, you'd get to eat all the
leftovers, wouldn't you?

See, Claude, you've already got willing
staff.

I might be willing, but I think it could
be for the wrong reason.

This banner's in tip -top condition,
ready to roll.

And I'm willing to let you have it at a
very reasonable price, plus I'll chuck

in full service.

You'd never get it up the chapel steps.
Do you think I've got a death wish?

How do you mean?

Well, look at it. It's one of Mazzetti's
old vans, isn't it? Yes, but... Well,

you know what Franco Mazzetti's like.
This is his patch.

You know what he does to anybody who
starts up in competition.

Yes, but Claude... You're not listening
to me, are you? The man is a gangster,

and an Italian one at that.

Claude, he's dead.

Dead?

When? Who killed him?

An heart attack, a week or so back.

Put this van off his thumb.

Apparently the sons are more interested
in the restaurant side of the business,

so they're running down their fleet of
mobile jet vans.

Are you sure about that?

Of course I'm sure. Marco, youngest lad,
told me himself.

Well, if that's really the situation,
then there might be a few bob in there.

I see.

Thought you'd be interested.

That's why I thought I'd let you have
first refusal.

Because I have had other offers.

You're not getting that.

I'll give you 150 quid for it. 200.

175, or I'll go and get one off this
Marco Mazzetti myself.

All right.

David, looks as if you could be frying
tonight.

Good morning.

That meal last night, well, I don't
think I'll need to eat for a week.

Well, what's the matter?

My old man's not cold in his grave, but
already it's started.

The petty spite, the vengeance.

So you have three more barter ship vans,
Mr. Maseri?

Two now.

This one's a complete write -off.

Windows smashed, inside gutted, all the
tyres flat.

My brother parked it in absolutely last
night while he went to see his

girlfriend. And you have no idea who
could have done this? Oh, I know exactly

who did it.

Big Eddie.

Runs a crummy little chip shop in
Ashfordly.

And this is a deliberately provocative
act to disrespect my father's memory.

And if you don't do anything about it,
Sergeant, well, I certainly will.

What can I do for you?

We'd like to ask you a few questions,
please, but, uh... Everyone calls me Big

Eddie. If you need to know how to spell
it, read sign out the door.

I think I can manage, thank you.

Did you know Mr Franco Mazzetti?

Uh, he'd snuffed it.

Yes, but before his demise, were you
acquainted?

Look, it's no secret we hated each
other, but I didn't kill him.

No one's suggesting you did.

He died of natural causes.

What interests me, though, is that one
of his fish and chip vans was vandalised

last night in Ashfordly.

Would you know anything about that?

No, but it served him right.

Why's that, then?

That high tide were a low unto himself.

And your lot never stopped him.

Had his own place in Whitby, but that
weren't enough. So he sent his vans to

cover half the county and steal the
trade of honest chip shop owners like

himself. Fair competition doesn't
necessarily mean theft.

Perhaps people just preferred his chips.

You ask your sons what their old man got
up to. Fair competition?

Anyone tried competing with him, they'd
most likely find themselves in a dark

alley with a fractured skull.

I thought you said it were in tip -top
condition and ready to roll.

Well, you were in the catering corps.
You get it to work.

They didn't give us a fat fryer in the
catering corps.

The spuds there were either boiled,
baked or... beyond redemption.

I'll mix it with water like it said on
the packet.

It's like concrete.

How are you going to get a fish fillet
in there?

I thought I'd just shove it in.

You'd never get it out again. It needs
more water.

Well, there's no room for any more.
Well, empty some out, then.

What do you think you're doing?

Get it cleaned up. And if you do it like
that again, it won't only be the fish

that gets battered.

Well, they certainly might have met with
a crowbar or something similar, I

should think.

That? Big Eddie, he wants Putin away.

Why are you so convinced it was Big
Eddie, Mrs. Mazzetti?

He hated Franco. Who else is it going to
be?

Why did he hate your husband?

You go take a look at Big Eddie's shop,
Mr. Bradley. He should keep pigs in

there. Yeah, well, fortunately, that's
the health inspector's concern, not

And he refries his chips.

Franco and me, 20 years in this
business, we never refry a single chip.

And that's why he hated you? My father
came to this country pennilessly.

He built a business out of nothing.

He had high standards.

He was successful.

Yeah. Well, some people seem to think he
was a bit ruthless.

Because he didn't let the likes of Big
Eddie take advantage of him.

He was tough when he needed to be.

Well, whoever's responsible for this is
going to be a bit difficult proving it.

Why? It was done at night, no witnesses.

And your allegations against Big Eddie
are, to say the least, somewhat

circumstantial. He'll do nothing.

See? Told you.

We'll do what we can, Mrs. Rossetti. All
I'm asking for is a little patience.

The thing is, Davis, you want them nice
and chunky, but thin enough to cook

through. Right.

OK?

Have you got a certificate from the
council for this, Greengrass?

I didn't know you had to have permission
to peel spuds.

For running a mobile fish and chip van,
you know what I mean. I've applied for

it. It's in the post.

Well, you can move it. Off my car park.

Now.

Hi, darling.

Good day.

Yeah.

What's for supper?

Chicken and rice, your thing.

What, no chips? I don't think I could
look another one in the eye.

Here, come on, sit down.

I had Paolo Mazzetti in my office this
afternoon.

Oh, yeah?

He wants to bring a private prosecution
for vandalism against some chip shop

owner in Auschwitz.

Oh, well, that didn't take him very
long, did it?

Well, he doesn't reckon the police are
taking the matter seriously enough. He

wants to apply some pressure.

Like father, like son.

He's going through all the legal
trouble.

and I told him any prosecution, private
or otherwise, would require evidence of

the substantiated claim.

Yeah, well, I've already given him that
advice for free.

OK, don't get upset.

Look, it's just I don't like the feeling
I'm being lent on, that's all.

Look, no -one's leaning on your mic.

I know Franco was supposed to be a bit
of a bully boy in his day, but Paolo's

got more sense.

Yeah, well, I hope so.

The two of water this time.

Hey, we're not like the rest, you know.
We only use fresh whip. We can't jump

down to the sea and through itself in
the bass of this water.

What would you like? Hey, David, give us
a pull -up.

Well, I could hand you over to him if
you'd like.

Alf, she's had another break -in.

It's Mrs. Poole.

Oh, hell.

Mrs. Poole.

Please leave it.

Big Eddie.

There seems to have been some kind of
feud between him and Franco.

Oh, no. I told them I'd be lucky to make
out a case against Big Eddie.

But I don't want Franco's sons taking
the law into their own hands.

Right, Sarge.

I'll be around there straight away.

I'm spraying it in, small Sarge.

The same place it's been done again.

I was there yesterday.

Well, you'd better find out what's going
on then, Ventress. Right, Sarge.

He's very keen all of a sudden.

She makes scones, Saad.

I think.

What do you think you're doing? I
suppose you're working for the

must be joking.

I'm self -employed, me. Always have been
and always will be. Well, you're

unemployed now.

If your van's not in a roadworthy
condition.

What are you talking about?

One of your headlamps just been smashed.

Oh, yeah? And what are you trying to
tell me? You've just done it. You'll

prove it, pal.

to her out on your own. Who are you,
anyway?

I'm Big Eddie, and that's my chippy over
here, and this is my trade, you're

nicking. It's market day.

There's plenty for everybody.

That's not the way I see it, pal.

I see a thief, I treat him accordingly.

Are you threatening me?

No, I'm just giving you some friendly
advice, grandad.

Now, look, because if I see you in
Ashfordly again, it'll not just be a

that gets smashed.

I'm so glad you're here.

I only popped out to the post office.

Well, now, let's get you sat down, and
then you can tell us all about it. All

jewellery.

Even my mother's engagement ring.

There, there.

Let it all out.

Ashfordly Market today?

Yeah, so did we.

Here goes a large Scottish shandy for
him.

What happened?

That fat fry didn't get all
temperamental again, did it?

No, but somebody else did.

Well, what are you doing in here,
Greengrass?

It's dinner time.

No use, Scott.

Have you got permission from the council
yet?

No, but what happened is that Ashfordly
Station hasn't changed since you were

there. You still can't find a couple
when you want one.

The thing is not knowing what to do.

I have insurance, of course, but Eric
always dealt with these matters.

He was a bank manager, you know.

A very meticulous man.

But you must miss him a lot. I do.

When he retired, he wanted us to move to
the country.

He thought this was such a lovely spot.

We'd only been here three months and
then he died.

So you don't know many folk in the area,
then?

Hardly anyone at all.

Beyond a nodding acquaintance.

When you're not part of a couple
anymore, people don't really know quite

take you.

Well, I tell you what.

Why don't I make a nice cup of tea?

No, no. I'm being a terrible hostess.
I'll do it.

I've got a fruitcake, too, if you'd care
for a slice.

Well, I shouldn't really.

I'm getting a bit of a spare tyre.

Nonsense. You're a fine figure of a man,
Pacey Ventris.

What harm's a little bit of fruitcake
going to do?

Well, none at all, I suppose.

That move was horrible.

Somebody chucked it from a passing car.
I didn't see it because it was dark and

I watched Ryan.

Just heard this great big thump and the
window went in.

Any idea who's responsible?

Well, it's the Mercedes, isn't it?

And why would they want to smash one of
your windows?

Couldn't possibly have anything to do
with you vandalising one of their vans,

could it? I've told you before, I know
nothing about their van.

But I did have to have a few words with
one of their new blokes this morning.

New bloke?

They were there this morning, on market,
bald as brass in one of Mazzetti's

vans, stealing my trade.

Soon told him to hop in.

And he feeded to your reasoned request
straight away, did he?

No threats were exchanged?

He was just an old bloke.

Green. Some way or other. I wouldn't
have done him any harm.

Oh, glad to hear it.

What can I get you?

Evening, Oscar.

Oh, hello, Alf.

Just a half, please, and one for
yourself.

All right, thanks.

I'm beginning to think, you know, it's
not really worth all the bother.

Keep out of Ashfordly, stick to the
villages and you'll still make a mint.

Marvellous, isn't it?

You can be intimidated and assaulted and
there's never a copper in sight.

You're always in the pub.

What's up with him? Who knows?

As a matter of fact, Oscar, I wanted to
pick your brains.

Oh, aye?

The lady who lives down the village past
the church at Orchard Cottage, Mrs

Poole, do you know her?

The lovely Mrs Poole has caught your
eye, has she?

Oh, nothing like that. She's been broken
into twice.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well, the
thing that really makes my blood boil is

that a couple of local yobs are
obviously targeting her.

They know she's a widow living on her
own. They're watching the house, waiting

for her to go out, and then they're in
there again.

Well, it's possible, I suppose.

Well, I wondered if you'd noticed a
couple of likely types hanging round the

village.

Well, I can't recall any, but I keep my
eyes open.

How come you're dealing with this, not
Mike Bradley?

It is Patch.

Well, I took the original call, and I'm
following it up.

Lovely Mrs Poole.

She must have been a right cracker when
she was young.

God, I know nothing about that.

Oh, she's a good cook, though. Oh, she
does a lovely fruitcake.

How is Mrs Ventress? Is she keeping
well?

Quite well, thanks.

Oh, it's come at last. The cavalry's
arrived.

Looks like you've had a few, Claude.

Been here long?

Since opening time.

So, you weren't in Ashford in about half
past six, then?

What do I need an hour to buy for this
standard?

You've been running a mobile chip van
for the Mazzetti, no? No, I have not. If

everybody leaves me alone, I'm trying to
run one for myself.

reckons Big Eddie, who has the chip shop
in Ashfordly, smashed his headlamp this

morning. Oh, does he? Can you prove it?

Any reasonable person who saw a big man
with a crowbar next to a smashed

headlamp wouldn't need proof. And again,
how many coppers are reasonable?

Right, well, take my advice, Claude.
Steer clear of Big Eddie.

Alf?

Big Eddie.

You know what's been going on, don't
you? A bit of dropsy.

What are you on about?

Backhanders. Coppers are all the same.

Morning.

Getting ready for the off.

Getting them ready for auction. Big
Eddie had one of his windows smashed

night.

Couldn't happen till I had to blow.

Where were you at half past six?

Remember really, having me tea?

Look, there's no point taking the law
into your own hands just because you

it worked for your dad.

You say my father was a criminal.

Because if you are, I'd like to see some
proof.

He smashes one of your vans, you break
his window, what next then, eh?

Where's it all going to end?

You'll have to ask Spaghetti that, won't
you?

We're out of the mobile fishing ship
business.

My brother's a man with ambition.

I don't think Big Eddie's got much of an
interest in pizza restaurants, has he?

I haven't seen it, and if I have, I

didn't know it was stolen.

Come on, Sam.

Just go and have a look at the list.

Lads, most likely. A couple of
teenagers, maybe.

Those are quite nice items of jewellery.

Solid silver tea service. I've not had
one of those in here for ages.

All from the same place, is it?

A widow.

I'd really like to get the things back
for her if I can.

Sorry, Alf.

There's nothing here I've seen.

Are you sure?

Afraid so.

I love you.

You can have them on the house.

Sure you're feeling all right, Claude?

Your fever, did you, David? I had a chip
chop.

I reckon you were more than a bag of
chips, Greengrass.

Eh? They're not bad.

He seems to have got the hang of it.

Well, I hope he washes his hands before
he fries them. Did you actually want

something, did you, Oscar?

Yeah, I want to know why you're parked
opposite my pub.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you. Because you
won't let me park outside.

Come on, Oscar, why shouldn't he sell us
fish and chips?

Have one. I wouldn't dream of it. Take
one tonight. Yeah, they'd taste a lot

better if he was authorised to sell
them.

You know a lot about chips, don't you?

He's had one on his shoulder long
enough.

I've been round all the local
pawnbrokers, but nobody's seen out.

You think she's being targeted?

Well, she's a widow on her own, Sarge.

Some young so -and -so's obviously
decided that she's a soft touch.

I think perhaps, Bradley, you could keep
an eye on them at this pool.

Pop in now and again.

A regular sight of a uniform should
scare them away.

I could do that, Sarge.

Well, Mike, he's got enough on his
plate.

She's a very nervous lady, and she knows
me now.

As long as you don't spend all your time
running over to Eden's, Theo. Oh, no,

of course not, Sarge.

What's Mrs Ventress going to say? That's
what I want to know.

What do you mean by that?

Well, she'll be wondering why that
diet's not working.

You lot, you've got one track minds.

Londoner 16, the Singapore.

What a beauty, lovely a cigar, silver
grey, walnut trim, beautiful interior.

How much is that?

Well,

they're not in bad condition.

I'm still not sure about this, you know.
I mean, one van's aggravation enough,

but there's wages and all sorts we'll
have to pay.

How much did you make in Aidensfield
this morning? We did all right.

Three vans, three times the profit.

Here comes trouble.

Have they locked you up yet?

No, they were just selling them.

I'm going to have to move out and trade
myself some of these two vans.

Little Eddie's going to run them.

This is an auction. They'll go to the
highest bidder.

I don't reckon anyone's going to bid
against me, do you?

She'll have to wait and see, shall we?
Let me give you some advice, pal.

Leave the fish and chip business to them
as knows what they're doing.

I knew a fellow once. New to the trade,
like yourself.

Had a terrible accident with his fish
fryer.

Scarred for life, they were.

Really? Well, I knew a fellow once. He
had a terrible accident with his gob. He

kept threatening people with it and he
finished up inside.

So think on, pal.

Go on, Birdie.

Sergeant Craddock thinks it'd be a very
good idea if I was to pop in on a

regular basis.

And then?

Any villains that are watching the place
will soon be put off.

Oh, I'm sure they will.

And please tell your sergeant that is so
reassuring.

Now, you will have a slice of Victoria
sponge.

Well, that's very kind.

Eric, my late husband, being a bank
manager, always had the greatest

respect for the police.

Well, I've seen some bank robberies in
my time.

They can be very nasty.

You must be so brave, PC Ventress.

Cackling, ruthless villains.

Well, not every day of the week.

Just occasionally.

We have a lot of paperwork, too.

Your... Your wife must be so proud.

Well, to tell you the truth, I've been
doing the job for that long now.

I think she takes it a bit for granted.

Oh, I could never do that. If I were
married to a policeman, I should just

so much safer.

Your wife is a very lucky lady.

I hope she knows that.

I don't believe it. Not only the entire
picture.

They've left it where Blaketon said we
couldn't. You stop here and I'll sort

this out.

It's nothing like the front of
Scarborough, these bitches.

What's going on? I've been threatened
and now I've been gazumped and it's

time you finally did something about it.

Let's see what he has to say for
himself.

Before you start, I'm within me right.

I'm not blocking highway, and I'm
registered with council.

I see.

Where's your certificate, Claude?

He hasn't got one.

It's in the post.

But what he's doing ain't right, and you
well know it. Well, if he's registered

and you're not, my hands are tied.

Sorry, Claude.

Not as sorry as I am.

Fancy a bag of chips, Constable?

No, I do not.

It's what I miss most in the evenings,
you know.

A man to have a glass of sherry and a
chat with.

Oh, I can't believe you'd be that short
of offers, Mrs Poole, if you thought of

remarrying. Oh, I could never remarry.

It'd be disloyal to Eric's memory.

Oh, I don't know.

Surely he'd want you to be happy again.

Maybe you're right.

Oh, you have such a sensible way of
looking at things, PC Ventry.

That's the other thing I miss.

A down -to -earth, masculine point of
view.

Goodness me.

Look at the time. I really must be
going.

I'm sorry.

I'm keeping you from your duties with my
idle chatter.

Oh, no, no. Don't apologise.

I haven't enjoyed a lady's company so
much since... Well...

I hope you'll come again.

Any problems, just give us a call.

All right, dear. Get the body to me.

He might have a certificate, but he
won't get far without one of these.

What's up?

Ah, it's interesting.

Where were you all yesterday afternoon?

Conducting inquiries, Sarge. The
Aidensfield break -ins. The unfortunate

Poole, yes.

And these inquiries were so fruitful,
were they, as to put you out of radio

contact for three hours?

Well, I parked the patrol car, Sarge. It
went on foot.

Where?

Round Davisfield.

Round about.

Ashfordly Police.

Any luck?

No, Sarge.

Not really, no. Yes, yes. He's here.

Hold on.

Out. For you.

It's me, Paul. I'll take that. Thank
you, Bellamy.

Mrs. Paul?

It's Sergeant Craddock here. How may we
help you?

A strange man in your garden, I see.

I'll dispatch one of my officers
immediately.

You just stay safely in the house.

Goodbye.

Right.

Bellamy, you go and see who's lurking at
the bottom of Mrs Poole's garden.

Yes, Sarge.

And Ventress, you can get on with the
paperwork.

Want me to give her a message of?

No.

No.

Come on, David.

Morning, Claude.

What can I do for you?

I don't suppose I'll get it, but I want
a bit of action from you lot.

Cool again. I was out last night doing a
bit of business, and when I got back,

somebody nicked the wheels off my
fishing jet van. Not only that, they'd

something very nasty on my front door.

Show him, David.

It's a dead attic. And from the smell of
it, it's been dead a long time in all

of them. These were weird.

You took your time.

You seemed to have got a flood.

Burst pipe, was it? No.

Someone broke in through the back last
night. Turned on the tap.

Coincidentally, somebody stole the
wheels off Mr. Greenrush's van last

Don't do me.

Don't you think this is getting a bit
ridiculous?

No one can win.

You tell that to them, Busetti. I didn't
start it.

House on the radio, Sarge. What's the
word?

Go ahead, Ventress.

Whitby police have just been on.

Last night there was a bad fire at
Mazzetti's fish restaurant.

Maria Mazzetti's in hospital.

And the Whitby lads, they reckon it was
arson.

Now you listen to me, Big Eddie.

I will not have a war on my patch.

I don't care what happened in the past.
I don't care what old man Mazzetti did.

I don't care what reasons you've got for
justifying your actions. This stops

now. Look.

I don't know who set fire to the
necessity place, but I swear to you, it

me. Well, I hope you're telling the
truth.

Because if you're not, you're going to
jail for a very long time.

Why?

Why would anyone do this?

How is your mother?

They're keeping her in for observation.

If she hadn't come back when she did,
the whole place would have burnt down to

the ground.

Did you get his shop was flooded last
night? I don't even want to think about

that, man.

My mother tried to put out the fire
single -handed.

She could have died.

Yes, we do know that, Mr. Mazzetti.

Rest assured, whoever did this, they
will be caught.

Laurie, how did it happen?

It could have been worse.

The whole place could be gone.

But I went back to get my pills.

The doctor, he gave me pills to help me
sleep.

So I went back to get them.

Mummy, she never tried to put the fire
out on your own.

Oh, we have a fire extinguisher. What's
it for, eh?

So I breathe in a little smoke. I've
been standing over a fryer for 20 years.

Well, I think you're very brave.

I've got to go.

Now listen to me, boy. Listen good. No
far niente.

Capisci? Si.

Si, mamma. Capito.

Bye.

Please, Jackie.

You speak to your husband.

I don't want my boys in trouble.

Franco. They always worry he's going to
lose everything, so he fights everyone.

Well, I always thought Paolo was too
sensible to start taking revenge for old

grudges. He is, he is.

I don't understand none of this.

Why don't Big Eddie leave us alone?

I would like the truth, please, Mr.
Greengrass.

This has become a serious matter.

You're telling me. I'm the victim.

I mean, not only have I had a dead fish
and a death wish nailed to me door,

somebody's nicked the wheels off me chip
van.

You sure you weren't in Ashfordly last
night, Claude?

You didn't pay Big Eddie a visit by any
chance, did you?

Because your truck was seen.

Well, I was just driving round.

Late at night?

All right. Look, your lot wouldn't do
out, would they? So I...

I went and nicked the rotor arm out of
Eddie's van. Here.

Now you know.

Is that all?

Are you sure you didn't break in and
turn on a tap?

No, I didn't.

Go and ask David, cos he will win it. Go
on, interrogate him. I mean, there's no

way he's not going to tell you the
truth.

We're not twice running, anyway.

Alf, Oscar's been on the phone. Need to
talk to you urgently.

What about?

Don't know. Didn't say. Wants you to go
over, though.

Yeah. So what's this really about then,
Bradley?

Settling of old scores?

A row of efficient chips?

Well, I don't think Greengrass has got
much to do with it myself.

I just think he got caught in the
crossfire.

It just doesn't make any sense.

It's Paolo Mazzetti, the smart young
businessman. Big Eddie's no threat to

Come in.

That was witness police, Sarge. CID had
taken over the investigation.

Kitchen was diced in petrol.

Nothing there was, Arthur.

All right, thank you very much.

Your wife, Bradley.

Didn't you say she was the Mazzetti's
lawyer?

Well, yes, but she doesn't like to... I
always hate it when we have to hand over

to CID, don't you?

Yes, but... If this is about old
grudges, then we need to know more about

Mazzetti's.

Perhaps you could use your influence
with your lady wife.

See what you can come out of her.

There you go.

You just dip it slowly.

It'll help you now.

Well, she was coming out of the village
shop as it was getting dark and somebody

snatched her handbag.

They never give up, do they?

Are you hurt, Mrs Paul?

No, no. It was just a shock, really.

Can you describe your assailant?

Not really.

Was he young?

Short? Tall?

I'm not sure.

It happened so fast.

But I feel much better now you're here.

I asked Mr. Blaketon to send for you.

The young officer who came yesterday, he
was kind enough, but he didn't really

understand.

Not like you do.

I think we best get you home.

I've got the patrol car outside.

She'd just like to lean on me.

Thank you.

Poor woman.

She's certainly been through it.

Yes. She certainly has.

Here you go.

You're trying to pump me for
information.

All I'm asking for is a little advice.

No, you're not.

Raymond Craddock thinks I might know
something, so he sends you trotting home

like a good little boy to try and weed
it out of me.

I'm going to finish the supper.

The Mazzettis are your clients. Don't
you want to help?

Look, Franco's dead, and as far as I'm
concerned, Paolo is not a chip off the

old block.

OK, what about the younger one? What,
Marco?

Yeah, yeah, he seems like a bit of a
hothead. What if he decided, off his own

bat, to take on Big Eddie himself?

The question is, why?

Brandy now, Sheriff.

I could end up quite tiddly.

Well, you've had a very nasty shock.

This is purely medicinal.

You know, PC Ventress... Why don't you
call me Alf?

Everyone else does.

That's a coincidence. My grandfather was
an Alfred.

I've always thought it was a very solid,
comfortable name.

My first name's Emily.

Oh, that's very nice.

My mother admired the Brontes.

Right. I'll have the villain.

Oh, don't be careful, Alf. There could
be several of them, shouldn't you? Wait

and call for reinforcements. You just
sit there, Emily, and don't fret.

Stop where you are, police officer.

Now, come on out!

Sarge.

Evening, Alf.

Looks

like he's on

the move.

Just stick with him, Bradley. See what
he gets up to. Why not?

I found all this in the garden shed.

I don't understand.

And here's your handbag, Mrs Poole.

I don't think anything's missing.

It was tossed in a hedge outside the
pub.

Emily, what's going on?

I didn't mean any harm.

I just wanted someone to come.

Is that why you faked all those
burglaries, Mrs Poole?

I sit here day in, day out.

Nothing much to do, no -one to talk to.

Eric used to organise everything. I
never had to worry. I just... wanted

to take care of me again.

You were such a goddess and so kind and
considerate.

If only you weren't already married.

I could charge you with wasting police
time.

You know that, Mrs Poole.

I don't think there's any need to go
that far off.

I'm so sorry.

You've made a right fool of me.

No.

No, I never meant to do that.

Perhaps I deserve it.

Come on, Alf. Let's go and have a drink.

Good night, Mrs. Ball.

He's on his way to Aspen, please.

He's in a bit of a hurry.

Let's see if Bradley's theory is
correct.

Right.

Let's have him.

Let's start again.

Big Eddie insulted your father's memory
and you were determined to take revenge.

Tits for tats.

Yeah, I told you.

Did Paolo tell you to do it?

Paolo?

He's a businessman.

Money's all he cares about, not family
honour. But he's your older brother, he

runs the business. Surely you were
acting under his instruction.

Well, he may own the business, but he
don't know me.

Wait a minute.

Paolo owns the business now.

Yes. But don't you have any share in it?

No. So your father left the family
business entirely to your brother. That

doesn't seem very fair.

Thought the old man wanted.

What about your mother? What does she
think?

Don't drag her into this.

Why not?

I mean, when the world was read out,
surely she backed you up.

Well, she backed the old man. She backed
Paolo.

She always has.

Is that why you set fire to the
restaurant?

Because you were jealous of Paolo?

That or Big Eddie, don't they? You faked
this whole vendetta with Big Eddie,

didn't you? Just so that you could see
your brother and his business fail.

No. It was your own mother, Marco.

She could have burnt to death.

You could have killed your own mother.

I know that.

I know.

I thought she'd go back.

Just to get her stupid pills.

I don't think it was a good idea.

Caramillo, what did I tell you?

No stupid revenge.

Leave it to the police.

Don't worry.

We'll fight this together as a family.

Is he going to be charged?

Yes. With arson. But he only tried to
set fire to Big Eddie.

Whidbey police will charge him with
arson in connection with the fire at

restaurant.

No! Mum, I... No!

I never meant you to get hurt.

Papa gave it all to him.

Always him, never me.

Why did I have to be the younger
brother? No, no, just enough. No, no,

It wasn't fair, so I fought back.

That's what Papa would have done. All
right, come on, Mum. Mum, I've been

back.

Well, Bradley, in person, can you tell
me why you've not nicked that Big Eddie

yet? Been fixing your lot up with free
fish suppers, has he? Turns out he was

telling the truth. He didn't do
anything.

There was no feud. It was Marco Mazzetti
who set out to make it look like there

was one.

Why?

Jealousy. Wanted to spoil it for his
brother.

Yeah, well, that Franco Mazzetti might
have been a bit of a gangster, but he's

got nothing on Eddie.

Look, Claude, if Big Eddie tries to
start threatening anybody, we'll have

trust me.

Oh, you do fill me with confidence. If
I've got to rely on your lot for

protection, I think I'll back in the
fish and chip business and go back into

business I know best.

Which is?

Minding my own.

What does a love chip say in my memory?