All language subtitles for Heartbeat s14e07 Say It with Flowers

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

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

Hello, Mrs. Brompton.

Aunty Bay said there was some jobs
needed doing. That's right.

Come through.

We go back years, you know, me and
Peggy.

Yeah, I heard.

You see, I'm moving into sheltered
accommodation in a couple of weeks.

Yeah. I reckon you'll miss this place,
though, eh? Oh, I'll miss my garden,

And my plants.

Right, well...

What can I do for you?

Come through and I'll show you.

Now, you know it's Aidan's field plough
show over at the village hall tomorrow,

don't you?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, I want you to enter this for me,
but not in my name.

Oh, well, how come?

Well, it wouldn't have a chance, would
it?

Why not? Because he wouldn't let it,
would he?

Who? Hector Blooming Plumpton, that
pompous ass of a chairman of the

Why? I fell out with him. As to why it
were always his pals that won all the

glittering prizes.

Oh, I see.

Anyway, enter in your own name, and if
you win anything, you can keep it.

Oh, and if there's anything else you
fancy, just help yourself.

Can't take it with me where I'm going.

All right.

Oh, thanks, Mrs. Crompton.

That was a spitfire, wasn't it?

A hurricane.

From Wing Commander's very own.

Oh, David.

You shouldn't have.

Eh?

My favourite colour and all.

Whoever did you know?

Oh, no.

I suppose Mrs Crompton, she wants me to
enter it for the flower show.

I've got one and all that she's given me
that I'm thinking of entering, too.

Oh, there's nothing like the sheer
unadulterated excitement of a flower

get the old pulses racing.

Well, I suppose that depends, though,
don't it, Mr Scripps?

On what?

And whether you think your prize
petunias are going to be pipped at the

somebody's winter pansies.

Whether you cop for one of the prizes or
not.

Look.

Don't mock, Vernon.

I thought Ashfordly puts up 50 quid for
best in show.

Really?

Do you think that plant might be in with
a shout, David?

Mrs Crompton must think so.

She said that I can keep anything that
it wins as well.

You'd better get yourself a proper entry
form, though.

And where did you get one of those from,
Bernard?

Hector Plumpton's, the chairman. He runs
that nursery over on the Eltenby Road.

Right, David, you'd better get over
there right away and get yourself an

form. I'll tell you what, I'll come with
you, give you a bit of moral support.

Come on, Brownie. All right, all right.

Come on, Brownie, come on. Come on,
Brownie, come on.

So

he

runs the place then, does he?

And gives lessons.

So, have you fancied being taught to fly
by a genuine Battle of Britain ace?

He's your man, Wing Commander Andy
Carters.

DFC, scourge of the Luftwaffe, and
heaven knows what else.

So, what happened to his legs, then?

Well, he got one of them shot off over
the channel by a Messerschmitt pilot.

He was a bit niftier than he was.

Word has it he was bounced by an entire
wing of them.

Still managed to take a couple down with
him, though.

Here we go.

Bellamy, isn't it?

Morning, sir.

This is P .P. Walker, Aidensfield
Police.

Walker.

Here to inspect Athena the crime,
presumably.

Yes, sir.

In that case, this way, gentlemen.

It's always much taken, sir.

I'll show you.

What is it?

It's an explosive wedge.

What does it do? It blows holes in
things.

Doors, walls and bits of fuselage that
people are trapped behind.

I try to keep a few on the premises. You
never know when something like that's

going to come in handy around a place
like this.

How many were taken?

A couple.

Well, I wonder why they didn't take them
all.

Oh, they were interrupted.

Presumably by the arrival of the
security man.

How is the poor chap, by the way? Still
with us, I hope.

Only just, I'm afraid, sir.

And he still hasn't regained
consciousness.

Good chap, Sam Shepard. Saw service in
Korea, you know.

What's the country coming to, eh?

Woke up one morning half asleep With all
my blankets in a heap And yellow roses

scattered all around I'm just sitting
watching flowers in the rain Feel the

power of the rain Making the garden...

I'm just sitting watching flowers in the
rain... Mr Plumpton, I presume.

That is the Mr Plumpton chairman of the
Aidensfield Floral Society.

Yes.

Well, I have a friend here who has a
couple of plants he'd like to enter into

the show this year.

Are you a member of the society?

Well, no, not as such, but he has every
intention of joining as he's just got

his allotment up and running.

Is that right, David?

Oh, yeah, that's right.

And what sort of plants are you thinking
of exhibiting?

As a society, we do have certain
standards.

Well, one of them's definitely a
fuchsia. A yellow one.

A yellow what?

A fuchsia. Um, I don't think so.

Do you have a problem with fuchsias?

Yellow fuchsias.

Well, only that it's highly unlikely I
would say that he'd have one to exhibit,

or anyone else for that matter.

Why? Because, young man, no such plant
exists.

Although a lot of people have spent a
lot of money trying to develop one.

So, if we did have a yellow future, that
would be worth a bob or two. A lot more

than that. Look, if you must, go down to
the office, find a form there, fill it

in, be down at the village hall by ten
tomorrow.

Well, she'd say it was her future.

And she would definitely know, right?

Well, there's nothing that Mrs Crompton
doesn't know about plants. Well,

according to me, Auntie Peggy, anyway.

Really?

Why do I get the feeling that the fickle
finger of fate is suddenly pointing in

our direction, David?

Sergeant Ganley?

Detective Inspector Ganley. Now,
actually, Walker.

Congratulations, sir. Thank you. Is your
sergeant in?

Yes, sir.

Yes.

Detective Inspector Ganley, to be your
sergeant.

Good evening, sir.

This report you sent us about explosives
being stolen from Cranley Airfield.

Oh, yes, sir.

There's a firm operating in the
Middlesbrough area using explosive

break into security vans.

And you think it might be the same mob
who did the airfield job?

We don't know anybody else using that
sort of gear.

And they must be getting their supplies
from somewhere. So, any progress with

the inquiry?

Well, nothing so far, sir.

What about the security guard who was
clobbered? Has he not given you anything

yet? No, and is unlikely to for some
time, according to the hospital.

Well, if you do turn up anything fresh,
push it through to me.

I gather you used to be in CID,
Sergeant.

Yes, that's right, sir.

Well, don't go getting any fancy ideas.

Let me know straight away.

Oh, and make that for my eyes only, will
you?

Right, sir.

Walker.

You know him, do you, Walker?

He was a detective sergeant over at
Middlesbrough when I was there. Bit of a

high flyer.

And so was Icarus, and the ground to
him.

So do we know how much they got away
with?

An entire month's payroll, apparently.

£2 ,000.

And no doubt in my mind it's our friends
from Middlesborough again.

Why the forensic?

On the way, sir.

Well, when they get here, tell them to
take that car apart, if necessary.

Sir?

Anything? All he could tell us is that
there was two of them, and they were

wearing masks.

But he did manage to get the number of
the getaway car.

Well, that's something, I suppose, you'd
better check out.

It's almost certainly nicked if this
gang are half as professional as Ganley

reckons they are.

Right, Sarge.

Just the one night, is it, Mrs Parker?
That's right, yes. I've just come up for

the flower show.

All right, lovely.

So, will I be seeing you at the flower
show tomorrow, then?

They're not really my thing, they're
flower shows.

The word is, this year, Lord Ashfordly,
as president of the society...

has lumbered his charming and handsome
young estate manager with running the

whole thing.

Really? And he, from what I hear, can't
wait to offer a certain gorgeous young

doctor a drink and a sandwich over there
at last night.

If you put it like that, how could a
girl possibly refuse?

Oscar, is that or is that not a future?

Oh, don't ask me. Ask Alf.

He's the one devoted to gardening these
days.

Right, Alf? Look, just because Mrs
Ventress gave me a cold frame for my

doesn't mean I've suddenly turned into
Percy Thrower.

Well, I'd say that was definitely a
fuchsia, and not just any old fuchsia

either. What do you mean?

Well, growers have been trying to
develop a yellow fuchsia for years. It's

become a sort of holy grail of flowers,
they reckon. And that is certainly

yellow.

Right, well, in that case, David, I
think without further ado, we'd better

this somewhere safe.

At least until the unveiling tomorrow.

All right, Mr. Bowman.

Put

me

through to Ruff, will you, please, Ruff?

You like flowers, don't you?

Well, I could take them or leave them,
Sarge, depending on whether the park

keeper's looking or not.

Good. I'd say you were the ideal man for
parking duty at the flower show today.

Sarge, surely that's a job for a
special.

A personal request of Lord Ashfordly
himself.

I'm sure of the traffic chaos there last
year cut through the local special.

He'd prefer to see a real live police
officer there this time.

Thanks, Sarge.

Bonjour. Good morning, is that the
editor?

Vernon Scripps.

Hobbs Scripps Funerals.

No, I don't want to put a death notice
in.

Look, I take it you will be covering the
Aidensfield parishes?

Well, could I suggest that your
representative gets in touch with me as

he gets there?

I could just have a story for all.

One of national, if not international
importance.

Now then, David, you know the plan. We
keep the future under wraps until the

last minute. Right. Then, when the press
have all assembled, we unveil it and

sit back and watch the offers roll in.
Right, let's get down there.

Yes,

Walker? The getaway car, Sarge.

Yes? Belongs to a local vicar.

They've no idea, though, when it was
stolen, because he was away at some

conference or other.

But where was it stolen from?

Right outside his vicarage here in
Ashfordly.

Ah.

Also, Sarge, the other car that was
abandoned belongs to a local builder.

Now, why would a gang who are planning a
major hijack nick two cars locally?

Why not steal them in Middlesbrough, if
that's where they operate?

Good question, Sarge.

The words that was used to blow the
security van.

Counter forensics.

Find out if the serial number survived
the blast.

I already did that.

And? Well, the one that was used was
definitely one of the two stolen from

Crenley.

Excellent.

Walker!

Further developments?

Sort of.

You perhaps heard about the security van
that was hit yesterday? Yes.

Apparently the blighters used an
explosive wedge on it. One of yours,

according to the serial number on it.
Really?

Good Lord.

That's what they wanted them for.

If nothing else, original, I suppose.

So how many people knew that you had the
wedgie stored here?

Quite a few, I imagine. People pass it
here all the time. It's hardly a state

secret. I can show you a list of the
people I teach, flying club members and

on. Do you have any members from the
Middlesbrough area?

Not that I can think of, but the lads
here can show you our records.

Anyone hurt in the attack?

No, not seriously, sir.

Oh, that's a good thing.

What about poor old Sam Shepard? Any
news on him?

Still unconscious, I'm afraid.

But he will come round sometime, won't
he? There's no guarantee, apparently.

Oh, really?

Ready when you are, Wing Commander.

Thanks, Bill.

Well... Excuse me, Constable, I have
this daily appointment, you know, with

Almighty.

What does he mean by that?

Well, it says he sees it.

He says when he gets up there, it's like
touching the face of God.

I reckon he would get somewhere.

I will fly a yellow flippin' star in
your sky.

When the wind is high.

When the wind is high.

I will focus you to the moon.

If you're not in store.

If you're not in store.

In letters of gold on a snow -white kite

I will write I love you

And send it showing I love

you For all to read

So you're Bill Pennington, right?

You're the one who found Sam Shepard.

Oh, me and Brownie here.

We'd come on duty early, and there he
was.

Thought he was a goner at first, right,
Brownie? I'll see.

And how long have you two worked here?

Ooh, seems like a lifetime.

No, no, no, we knew the old Winko from
the war, you see.

Used to put his creek back together for
him again every time he pranged it.

And when we'd heard he'd bought this
place, we was the first people to ring

see if there's any work going.

Oh, I see.

Those explosive wedges they took, you'd
find them on most airfields, would you?

As part of emergency equipment?

Well, fairly common, I'd say.

They're safe, are they? Well, they
haven't blown up on our faces so far.

Then again, presumably you've never had
cause to use them so far.

That's true.

I tell you, crazy like a fox, that one.
Always was.

Now, the old man said you wanted a list
of members.

Ah, everything all right for you, Mr.
Plumpton?

Seriously cramped, as usual. I don't
expect we'll manage.

Good grief.

What's this when it's at home?

Oh, it's, uh, snowy... Uh, snow on
the... something.

Foreign, is it?

Oh, no.

No, I got it off a friend of me
auntie's.

OK. Well, stick it over there on my
table. I'll see if Mr Plumpton can find

category for it.

And what's this?

You can put this down as a fuchsia. Any
particular reason why you've got it

stuck in a brown paper bag?

Well, let's just say that at this moment
in time it prefers to remain anonymous.

I see.

Let's stick it over there as well.

Scripts.

What the devil is going on? I just heard
the reporter from the local rag on

inquiring about some earth -shaking
announcement I'm supposed to be making

this afternoon.

Journalist. Do you know, you can't trust
them to get anything right, can you?

Well, he tells me it was you who told
him. Well, and it... I mean, I didn't

that you would be making an
announcement, Mr. Thornton. You didn't?

If anybody's going to be doing that,
it's going to be me.

By the way, when the plants are put out,
we'd like to put ours out ourselves.

You'll find us in the bar. Come on,
David.

Good morning. Can I help you?

Just getting my bearings.

Oh, sorry.

My fault.

Hello, you. Hello.

You're early.

I'm afraid I can't do lunch.

Oh, then you've got time for a coffee at
least.

Yes. Good.

Well, you've got yourself a nice little
earner here, Oscar.

For your information, Vernon, I do this
job for the Floral Society every year.

Free, gratis, and for nothing. And any
profit goes straight back into the

Society's fund.

Oh, well, I'll have a small whisky with
you then.

No, you won't.

Why not?

We're not open yet.

Mr. Vernon, you'd better come quick.

Why, what's the matter?

Just come with me.

Oh, no!

Now what's happened?

We've been robbed, that's what's
happened.

We'll probably have a king's flaming
ransom.

Oh, it's true.

Right, Vernon.

What's this about some plant that's gone
missing?

Not just some plant.

A yellow fuchsia.

Why would anybody want to nick a
fuchsia?

You can pick one up at the market for
about half a crown.

This isn't just any old fuchsia. This
fuchsia is the Shangri -La of fuchsias.

Probably the rarest plant on the planet.

Worth a flipping fortune.

Right.

Is that right, Alf?

It seems likely, aye.

Right, well, where was this plant left
then?

Oh, I put it up here behind this one.

Yeah, obviously somebody knocked it over
reaching out for it.

Well, it was definitely here ten minutes
ago when I popped out for a coffee.

Well, was anybody suspicious hanging
about?

Well, there was a woman. She had a
camera.

The one I bumped into.

That's right.

Right.

What's going on, Sergeant?

I beg your pardon?

Forensics tells me you've been under
them.

checking out the serial number on the
wedge that was used.

That's right.

And they confirmed the wedge was one of
the two stolen from the airfield.

I could have told you that myself,
Merton, if I'd thought for one moment it

any of Uniform's business.

Did you know that both the cars they
used were stolen locally?

So? Well, in view of the fact that the
explosives used were also stolen

doesn't that point to it being a local
job?

So you don't think it would be a big
coincidence, then?

for two different gangs to be using
identical MOs on security vans within 20

miles of each other.

If you have any further inquiries for
forensics or for anybody else, make them

through me.

All right?

Yes, sir.

And if you should manage to turn up
anything else, be sure that I am the

to hear about it.

What do you think, then, Sarge?

I think it's a local job.

We'll have a gandum, I think.

So what do we do?

Leave it to the ID?

It would seem as if we had no choice in
the matter, wouldn't it?

Oscar, are you and Alf still in the
private investigation business?

Depends what you want investigated.

Well, the theft of our future, of
course.

I thought the police were already
looking into that. Alf.

far be it from me to impugn your old
profession, but I didn't get the feeling

that Phil Bellamy was exactly chomping
at the bit to get his magnifying glass

and his deerstalker. You do realise
this'll cost you? On this occasion,

money is no object.

Isn't it?

So go to it, gentlemen.

Gird your loins and go to it.

Have you seen the evening papers, Sarge?

No. It seems that gang from
Middlesbrough had a bit of bad luck this

Oh? Yeah, the explosive wedge they were
using blew up in their faces, literally.

As a result of which, two of them in
hospital and the rest in custody.

Really?

Incidentally, Sarge, I hope you didn't
mind me not going through Mr Ganley as

ordered, but I rang an old mate of mine
who's a DF over at Middlesbrough just to

find out what was happening.

I don't think anyone can object to you
phoning an old friend, Walker.

What did he say?

Well, he reckons the gang have asked for
their previous jobs to be taken into

consideration. Including ours? Not all
of them, except ours. In fact, they're

categorically denying having anything to
do with that one.

And Gamley's furious about it.

Oh, there he is.

Bye -bye.

Is that T -Rex?

Oh, it seemed to have come out in some
sort of rash.

I've no idea where I got this from.

Look, what do you think it could be?

I don't know.

I reckon you should get yourself down to
the surgery.

Yeah.

Have you had any luck with that list of
flying club members yet?

Not yet, Sarge. Well, keep looking.
Anyone with a criminal record, anything?

What about the staff, casters and his
crew?

Yes, while you're at it, anyone who had
anything to do with that airfield.

You don't see a hand, Mrs Ventress.

I don't know, Sarge.

Have you yourself run to the doctors?

Yes.

Right away.

Now then, Oscar, what's the problem?

Well, uh, this is.

Well, you as well.

And me.

What have you all been up to?

Right, Sarge, I checked out the wing
commander with the RAF, and according to

them, he's everything he's cracked up to
be, and more.

In fact, he begged them to let him carry
on flying even after he'd lost his leg.

A regular Douglas batter, then, eh? I
also checked up on his two mechanics,

Pennington and Brown, and it seems that
their war record wasn't quite as

glorious as Winko's was.

Oh, no?

Well, they were part of his ground crew
during the Battle of Britain, but they

spent a lot of their time in custody,
flogging black market petrol.

and they've been in and out of prison
ever since.

Now, what's he doing taking on a couple
with that kind of form?

Well, having met him, Sarge, I'd say he
probably felt sorry for them.

He struck me as that kind of fella.

You think we should have a word with
him?

Oh, no, not yet.

He's obviously aware of the background,
and he won't welcome us steaming in with

unfounded accusations.

So keep on digging.

Exactly.

Right, Sarge.

Now, obviously you've all recently come
into contact with something that's

caused this reaction.

Can any of you think what that could
have been?

Well, we were all at the flower show. At
least four of us were.

And you certainly were there, Mrs
Parker.

That's right.

Can you think of anything that you might
have touched or brushed against that

might have caused it?

There was a plant, I suppose.

Which plant?

The one that was knocked over.

Oh, aye, we both handled that.

You two must have done as well.

And what about you, Mrs Parker? Did you
come into contact with it at all? Not

that I can remember.

And what sort of a plant is it?

Well, you brought it.

Yeah, I don't know anything about it at
all, do I?

Oh, but my auntie's friend Edie, she
will, I reckon, because she gave it to

Right, David, I need you to find out
what sort of a plant it is we're dealing

with here, just in case that's the
source.

And meanwhile, I want you all to get
yourselves over to the hospital.

We'll see what they make of it.

I'll give them a call now and tell them
to expect you, okay?

Alf, meet me in the car.

That Mrs. Parker back there.

Well, what about?

Well, according to Liz, you and Ben
Norton left her on her own in the room

the plants were just before that fuchsia
went missing.

But she reckoned she never went near the
plant.

Well, how come she got the rash as well?

Well, that's a better asker.

You're a mind reader, do you know that?

No on the mountain, it's called.

Oh, David, love, I should have warned
you about that.

How do you mean?

Well, cos it's poisonous.

Very poisonous?

Oh, no, not very, but it can give you a
very nasty rash if you fiddle with it.

Mind you, it clears up in a couple of
days.

Oh, well, thank goodness for that,
anyway.

Now, how did he get on with me future?

Oh, I'd love to have seen their faces
when they saw it.

They mocked me for years, you know, when
I said I was going to try and grow one.

Well, that's the other bit of bad news.

Right, David?

Oh.

Yeah, er, right.

Just keep a regular check. BP, what's
the flu is now?

16, I'd say.

Keep an eye on that.

Can I help you? I was wondering what the
latest was on Sam Shepard. We'd like to

come this way.

As you can see, no change.

So what's the prognosis, then?

Well, put it this way.

He won't be in any condition to sink his
teeth into any of this lot before

they've rotted.

And whoever bought them must have cost a
fortune.

Who are they from?

Whoever sent them. They didn't even put
the name on the card.

So they're not from one of his visitors,
then? Oh, he hasn't had any visitors.

He lives alone, you know.

Keeps himself to himself, from what I
can gather.

Mind you, a Mr Carstairs has called to
see how he was, of course. Two or three

times.

The wing commander cast us from the
airfield.

I believe he was in the raft once, yes.

Now, he's very concerned about him.

Do you mind?

Help yourself.

He's in no condition to read it, even if
there's anything to read.

There's nothing on it.

Except for the name of the shop that
delivered it.

Thank you, love. You're welcome.

I hope you enjoyed your stay. Oh, yes,
it was lovely.

Bye -bye. Bye -bye now.

Mrs Parker.

Oh, there you are again.

How's your rash?

Much easier, thanks.

Funny that, you getting it as well, even
though you never touched the plant.

Physically impossible, I would say. Now,
why don't you just tell us what you've

done with the fuchsia?

Or shall we leave it to the police to
talk to you about it?

You think I took it?

Didn't you?

Look, I'm a magazine photographer,
right?

With the Yorkshire Gardener.

And the only thing I took was his
picture after I spotted it in here the

night.

And I was lucky to get that, I can tell
you. How do you mean?

Well, because that Hector Plumpton, the
society chairman, he turned up and

practically threw me out of my ear.

Seemed to me he couldn't get rid of me
fast enough.

Now, why was that, do you think?

Why, indeed.

Can't be authentic.

Yes, Sarge. And apparently he's never
been off the phone to the hospital

how Shepard's doing.

But more importantly, they insisted on
him paying cash. Wouldn't even accept a

check. In fact, almost all of the shops
in the area wouldn't allow him any

credit at all.

He owes a lot of money all over the
place.

Word has it he's up to his medals in
debt.

The only thing he owns up there is that
hurricane.

I see.

Which perhaps also explains, if the
three of them did do it, why he's been

concerned about Sam Shepard.

Perhaps what he's really concerned about
is what Shepard might say if he does

come round.

There is that as well, Clyde.

So what shall we do? Pass it on to CID?

And tell them what, though.

We've flushed out a pair of mechanics
with more form than Arkell and a wing

commander who can't pay his debt.

All we have at the moment are
suspicions, Walker.

Oh, no.

I think we need to turn up something a
bit more substantial than that before we

hand it over.

Right, Sarge.

Where's Bellamy, by the way?

Oh, we got an urgent phone call.
Something to do with stolen property.

Look, have you two any proof at all that
it was Plumpton who took this plant?

Not really, no.

Then what am I doing here?

Well, what you're here for is to provide
us with, well, bottom, really.

Yes, Constable?

It's about this plant, sir.

The one reported stolen from the flower
show yesterday.

Oh, yeah, I heard about that. Have you
caught the culprit?

Well, the point being, sir, that...

These two gentlemen think there must be
another, much simpler explanation.

Oh, really?

And what might that be?

We were wondering whether it might have
got mixed up with some of yours and been

brought back here.

By mistake, of course.

Highly unlikely, I would say.

Then you'll have no objection to us
having a look around?

I most certainly would.

When I was a copper and someone took
that attitude, it usually made me very

suspicious and I'd end up getting a
search warrant.

A search warrant?

What, for tracking down some wretched
fuchsia? Either way, that's a very nasty

rash you've got there, Mr Plumpton.

You haven't come into contact with the
same poisonous plant that we came into

contact with yesterday, have you? You
know, the one that was knocked over when

the fuchsia went missing.

What are you suggesting, that I took it?

Oh, perish the thought.

No, it's just Mrs Parker, the magazine
photographer, told us that she left you

alone in the room with the plants.

just before the theft was discovered.

I shall have a look around myself, all
right?

But I'm telling you this, this is a
complete waste of time.

What chance have I got of getting a
magistrate to sign a search warrant to

for a flaming fuchsia? Well, I know
that.

Alf knows that.

But Mr Plumpton doesn't.

Hey, would you believe it?

Look what I just found.

It was stuck behind a couple of rose
bushes.

Good heavens.

Obviously, as you were saying, it must
have got mixed up with my stock.

Well, I'll apologise to Mrs Crompton.

Mrs Crompton? Yes, Mrs Edith Crompton.
She cultivated the plant.

She used to be a member of your society,
I believe.

What I still don't understand is why, if
they did do the job, why go to the

trouble of burgling the place for those
wedges when they could have just helped

themselves?

Because they would know that we could
trace the wedges back to the suppliers

then quite possibly right back here.

By making it look like a burglary, they
not only covered the tracks, they also

lay on a big fat red herring as well.

Unfortunately, what they hadn't allowed
for was the unexpected arrival of Sam

Shepard on the scene.

So give me five minutes, all right, and
then get Bellamy to make that call.

Right, Sarge.

Ah, David, here we are.

One yellow fuchsia.

Thanks, Mr. Blayton. That's fantastic.

Is it burning around anywhere?

What's up? He's just gone home for his
tea.

Oh, that's not a problem, is it? We'll
catch up with him later.

Right. Oh, right.

So, Sergeant, how goes the
investigation?

Well, everything points to it being some
sort of copycat job, really.

Copycat job?

There's been a gang operating over in
Middlesbrough using an identical MO. We

think that's what gave them the idea.

Them? The local gang.

Oh. Oh, I see.

Cranley?

Yes. Yes, he is. Hold on.

Police station for you.

Hello.

Yes, Constable.

And what sort of shape is he in?

That's terrific.

I'll see you at the hospital in ten
minutes.

Right, Sarge.

Good news.

Yes. Sam Sheppard came round about an
hour ago.

And he not only remembers the car the
bugglers used, he also got his number.

if you'll excuse me. Surely.

Why haven't you two seen David?

Don't see Mrs. Crompton, he said.

Oh.

I said we should have nicked the car
instead of using our own.

Never mind about that now.

What matters now is that the minute the
police trace that registration back to

here, they'll be back here themselves.

We need to split the money and get out
of here sharpish.

Compass!

Well, Sergeant, I suppose this is what's
known in the trade as a fair cop.

I don't understand it.

Why would a man like you, a war hero,
get himself involved in something like

this? Unfortunately, Sergeant, being a
war hero doesn't pay the rent, and it

certainly doesn't pay for my daily
communes with the Almighty.

Besides, I was bored.

Out of my mind, in fact.

And planning and carrying out this
robbery was...

I can't remember when I last had so much
fun.

Well, that's something Sam Shepard is
unlikely to have again.

You said he'd come round.

I lied.

Oh, I see.

Oh, well.

As you're obviously going to charge me
and keep me in custody for the rest of

life, could I just get a toothbrush?

From the bathroom.

Before you take me away?

Be my guest.

Where's the wing commander gone?

In the bottom.

You've got to add it to the old devil,
though, haven't you?

Right, get on to the RAF, somebody. I
wouldn't bother.

He's not going very far.

You know where he's going?

Nowhere.

Except to meet his maker.

What do you mean?

Well, watch him. He'll turn and head for
the coast.

Where's he headed? Holland? Denmark?

No.

He's flying on vapour. The hurricane's
got about five miles of fuel left.

And he does realise that.

Now, what do you think?

Not really cut out for life in prison,
the wing commander?

I never had you for a glory hunter,
Merton.

No, you'd be quite right there.

But if there's one thing I do object to,
it's being ticked off in front of one

of my constables for the likes of you.

So I'd advise against that in future if
I were you.

If you want to hang on to that top set
of yours.

Now, if you'll excuse me, sir, being off
duty, I happen to be enjoying a quiet

drink with my wife.

And you gave it back to her?

Well, it was hers, Mr Vernon.

I mean, all she said was that I could
keep any prize money that it made.

And what's she going to do with it?

Flog it to the highest bidder, I
suppose?

No. No, she's not going to sell it to
anybody.

She said it's going to live on the
windowsill of her new flat.

Said it's going to die with her.

Oh, great.

And we didn't even get a handling fee.

After all the trouble I went to.

And just to fill your cup to
overflowing, Vernon?

Ah, Bill.

Terrible. Shut up!

Shut up! You get both barrels.

Quite terrifying. Control to Delta Alpha
2 -1. Armed robbery at Redwood House.

The offer is to manage their estate in
Kenya.

Kenya? Who's there?

You've got to sort this out down at the
station, don't you?