All language subtitles for heartbeat_s12e22_house_rules

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

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

There goes my only possession.

There goes my everything.

I hear footsteps slowly, slowly walking.

Just softly, softly saying, darling.

a nice cup of tea in the morning, is
there, Phil?

Oh, it's hard to remember, Ralph. It's
been a long time since I've had one.

Come on, Steve, that kettle will blow
dry in a minute.

All right, sorry.

Hey, how's the burglary?

On your patch, Crane, are Mr and Mrs
Thornton? Do you know them?

No, I don't think so.

A neat professional job, but the sound
of it, they didn't notice anything until

they got up this morning.

Thorntons. Well, I thought they were
moving. They put the house office out.

House for sale.

Is that linked to the other break -in
this week?

She didn't give me a chance to ask much.
She was too upset.

We'd better get over there.

That's you and me, Crane.

Third touch.

What's up with him?

He's usually as keen as mustard.

It's been a bit funny the last couple of
days.

Maybe he's found out that life as a
rural copper is not his cup of tea.

Alf may be right.

The second brick in a property for sale.

Sorry, Sarge.

Where are you today?

The house that was burgled earlier this
week was also for sale.

Mrs Thornton, Sergeant Merton, Ashfordly
Police.

My husband left for work first thing. I
only noticed after he'd gone.

It's an awful feeling when someone's
been in your house.

I understand.

Shall we take a look?

Exactly the same entry procedure.

The same as what?

We had a similar break -in this week.

Did you sweep up the broken vase?

No, it was like that.

I saw it then spotted the window.

I also found this.

Ah, that's another note.

Where was it?

It's creepy.

They wanted to move before the baby
comes.

Now I can't wait.

Derek's often away on business.

I'll be frightened on my own after this.

We'll keep a very close eye, Mrs. Fount.

He's still out there, though, isn't he?

For the present, yes.

I'll need details of all the missing
articles.

Of course.

The change.

Oh!

Very generous.

Hi there.

You may be tracks for the village.

Sorry. I'm kind of looking for a ride.

I want a taxi service, madam.

If I gave free lifts, it'd defeat the
object.

That's a taxi.

You do have them up here, then.

That's cool.

Yes, we also have customers who expect
to pay to use them. Oh, come on, be a

pal. I'm new to the area.

A bit short of lolly, Barbara.

No, I just forgot to cash a cheque.

Call me back, as all my mates do.
Barbara sounds so formal.

First time in these parts, is it? Mm
-hm.

I never thought much of London myself.

Is that where you live?

Yes. A little place, um, the World's
End.

Oh, bad as that, eh?

No, no, no. The World's End is an area
in London.

It's, um... I know. Chelsea.

King's Road.

Swinging London.

Mary Quant and all that. Oh, I thought
that was a load of nonsense.

I quite like it myself.

So what are you doing up here? Visiting
friends?

More than a friend.

Someone very special to me, Bernard.

This. I was able to.

Drop me right here. I'd like to take in
some of the local vibe.

Oh, this looks a nice old pub.

I'll tell you what.

I'll join you for a bevy, if you like.

Introduce you to the landlord.

See what you make of his vibe.

Mr Thornton's keen on a quick sale.

We'd have preferred to have been the
sole agents, but he decided to put the

house on with us and also with Kloss. So
the other house that was broken into

this week, that was also with you?

Yes.

Between a clock and I've had most of the
business round here.

So you think that someone's posing as a
buyer, viewing the property then,

breaking in later?

Well, there could be a possibility.

But these are puzzling.

There's a similar message left at the
other place.

Any thoughts?

They're as rare as they are.

Very funny.

How's the business been lately?

A bit slow, actually.

And these break -ins won't help.

Do you have a list of everyone who views
each property, Mr Mattis? Yes, I can

get one typed up for you.

Hmm. The building seems kind of
together.

You know, in equilibrium.

Well, it should be. I wouldn't have
taken it on without a full structural

survey. No, I mean, it seems that one
with itself, Oscar, at peace.

I thought you should try being in here
some Saturday nights when the young

farmers get going.

It's not a very peaceful land, is it?

Compared to some trendy garden in
London.

This... Has an historic aura, a sense of
a different time.

Yeah, prohibition comes to mind. Come
on, Oscar, we're dying of thirst here.

Sounds like you've travelled a lot.

So what's your favourite place?

Mysore, southern India.

The palace is amazing.

A real sense of calm.

I'd love to go to India.

If it's meant, Jenny, you'll go.

That's what the Buddhists say.

Buddhists? Who are they, then? That
bloke that walks around with the

The Mata Hari.

Maharishi. Mata Hari was a female spy,
you pillock.

Maharishi's an old conman, if you ask
me.

Sits there looking wise, smiles and
checks all the money.

Sounds like you, Oscar.

Except you don't smile a lot.

Is that so?

So what actually brings you up here
then, Babs?

Love.

Love is all you need.

The most powerful vibe on earth.

Oh, I made a list of things missing from
the Thorntons.

It's mainly jewellery, silverware,
things that you can sell uneasily. Well,

the same pattern as before, then.

I've got a few things to attend to in
Aidensfield.

You tell the sergeant we'll be back
later this afternoon.

I took a wander this morning.

It's nice around here.

Quiet, peaceful.

You don't want the peace and quiet, do
you?

I'd have thought you'd be one for the
bright lights.

I was full of surprises.

I mean, who'd expect the landlady out in
the Yorkshire moors to be a drop -dead

gorgeous chick like you? Yeah, yeah.

I'm a scouser, remember.

I've heard it all before.

I wouldn't get too pally with him. He
looks like trouble to me.

Um, I'm a big girl, you know, Oscar. I
can make my own judgements, thank you.

Anyway, look who's talking.

Bye, Oscar.

Oh, is she leaving?

Yeah. A love -bite must be calling.

Oh, no.

I do believe you're a bit taken, if I
ask you.

She's a very interesting woman. Any
ideas she's come to say?

Someone special, that's all she said.

Stevie, darling.

Great to see you.

Hello.

Don't look so worried.

I've been worried ever since I got your
letter.

Honestly, Stevie, you'd think that I was
bad news or something.

Well, relax.

Everything's cool. My life's very
together.

I've not come looking for anything.

No? I've just popped up for a couple of
days.

Since you transferred from Manchester,
I've missed you.

You're still my baby.

Still my boy.

Well, this is Aidensfield.

It's a bit quieter than you're used to,
I expect.

Hey, I love it here.

It's got a great vibe.

Met some nice people in the pub.

You've been in the Aidensfield arm?
Yeah. I met Vernon, Oscar, Jenny, David,

whole crowd.

Did you tell them you're my mother?

Hey, you're not ashamed of me, are you?

Of course not.

Tune in.

Turn on. You're so negative sometimes.

Just like your father.

Both Scorpios. That's your trouble.

How were things in London?

Great.

Met this wonderful creative guy.

A writer.

Does he have a name?

Jack de Polnay.

Just had his first novel published.

He introduced me to some great people.

Musicians.

poets, painters.

I've no wish to be rude about your
father and the army, but we just weren't

suited. I know.

Chalk and cheese.

Actually, Mum, it's really good to see
you.

Cheers.

Do you like them?

Oh, there are.

How long's he planning on staying, then?

Well, it's open -ended.

And don't complain, Oscar.

He's got plenty of money and he doesn't
mind spending it.

I don't like the cut of his jute.

Well, you might have to learn to put up
with it, Oscar.

He's really taken to the area.

Reckons he's looking to buy a house
round here.

That camp your dad was supposed to do
outside Zabrookan, that was the pick.

Wasn't that bad?

All right for you, football with your
pals.

I had to spend dreary evenings playing
wits with NCO's wives.

had to go to church on Sunday, had to do
self -defence classes.

It was boring.

Deeply boring.

Feast of Ukraine?

Oh, I have.

Yeah. On my way.

Juicy cold?

Make yourself at home, Mum. I'll see you
later.

Operator, long distance, please.

It's a number in the USA.

Mr Thornton's been on to division to
complain about his burglary.

Hardly our fault.

We got round there as soon as it was
reported.

His wife's still very upset and he's
heard about the other robbery.

He thinks we're slacking.

A list of buyouts from North Reading
estate agents.

Ventress, Bellamy, go through it.

Pick out anyone who viewed both houses.

Well... None of our local ne 'er -do
-wells would risk registering with an

estate agent.

Yeah, and that note he left, that's not
like anyone known to us either. I didn't

say it was a local man.

Whoever he was, he knew exactly what he
was after.

He must have had a look around before.

Crane, a list of antique shops and
auction rooms in the region.

Make sure they have details of all
stolen items. And quickly, we need to

moving on this.

You want me to collect the trunk
tomorrow from Whitby Freight Station?

Yes, it's in my maiden name, Walker.

It was too heavy to bring on the train.

You did tell me you were in the delivery
and dispatch business, didn't you?

You've got a fleet of lorries.

That's his fleet there.

Thank you, Bernard. I'll handle this.

Sounds like a two -man job. I'll have to
pay David. Now, let me see.

Pay me? But you never pay me. Hush,
David.

Call it 30 Bob.

Fine. No problem.

Not wishing any offence, Babs, but
earlier you didn't have the cab fare

station. Don't worry.

I've plenty of bread.

Yes, but we don't even know where you're
staying or anything. Relax. It's cool.

I'm staying at the police house at PC
Crane and I'll pay you on delivery of

trunk. You're with Steve?

Our local bobby?

Oh, well, that's fine. No problem.
Thanks.

Ciao.

You'll blow me.

That Steve's a bit of a dark horse,
isn't he?

Try not to worry too much, Mrs
Gilchrist.

Someone will call by later.

Make sure it all's well.

Breaking in while she was sleeping,
leaving threatening notes.

It's no wonder she was terrified.

I was thinking it seems to have some
kind of grudge.

Well, unless it's a political motive,
you know, a bring -down -the -system

of thing.

Possibly.

Either way, he's making it, I suppose.

Alice Gilchrist?

Really saddened to hear that.

I feel thought irresponsible.

Why is that, Arthur?

Well, Gilchrist bought the house through
my dad.

She put it with me because she trusted
Clough's.

Now this happens.

And you're the sole agent?

Oh, Greg Matthews of North Riding went
round.

But Alice said she liked our personal
touch.

Have you got the names of the clients
who viewed Mrs Gilchrist?

Oh, and a list of the properties you've
got in your books at the moment.

Oh, I've got them all noted, so I should
be able to let you have a list by first

thing tomorrow morning.

It's hard. to believe that anybody could
go around terrifying old folk like

that.

What a world we live in, eh?

There we are, the only one in six.

You got off light today.

Eh? Not having to fork out for lunch for
that junior partner of yours.

Where is Vernon, anyway?

He's off in Whitby, collecting a trunk
for Constable Crane's lady friend.

Well, that's news to me that he's got a
lady friend.

Aye, we were a bit surprised. There's no
spring chicken.

Hi, Oscar.

Can I get you a drink,

Bernie? No, I'm fine, thanks. Perhaps.

When do you expect Vernon back with my
trunk?

Oh, he'll be some time yet.

There's five pounds to be paid for this
on collection.

A fiver?

She never mentioned that.

I don't know if I've got five pounds.

Well, maybe we should go back and get it
off Bob's then.

You can't do that. It'll waste hours.

Look here.

I've got four pound eleven and six.

Can I owe you the rest the next time I'm
back this way?

Of course you can.

I'll wait as long as you like.

But the trunk stays here till you've
paid in full.

David, lend me ten bob.

That's all I've got.

It's for me trip to Mount Flores in
Scarborough. Look, you'll get it back.

you paying for this or what?

Hang on a minute.

Here.

Five pounds.

Aren't you going to give us a hand?

It's not my job, mate.

Blimey, what's he got in here?

You got the gear?

Panda One through Control.

I'm on the Elthamby Road surveying
possible suspects of the break -in.

Request backup.

Over.

Best be getting back.

Bye, Bernie.

You're staying at the police house, I
understand.

It's much nicer than I expected.

It's quite cosy, just the two of us.

It's none of my business, but I wouldn't
have thought that you and Steve... I

mean, there's quite a bit of a... Well,
you seem such different

people. Oh, you don't know Stevie like I
do. We go back years.

He's a great guy.

In fact, the first time I met him, he
hadn't got a stitch on.

He was dark naked.

Then the midwife handed him to me.

He was nearly eight pounds.

We're not lovers, Oscar. He's my son.

Well,

you should be very proud of the way that
baby's turned out.

Have another glass of wine.

Thought you didn't approve for getting
too close to the customers

Why didn't you stop?

Did you see me flashing my lights? I
only saw the bike, man. I didn't see it

with a buzz.

Okay, open it.

Isn't there just some stuff to sell?
Yeah.

Hey,

man, go easy.

It takes another age to sell these
beads.

If you're looking for drugs, we're
clean, man.

Just don't sell these at the market.

Just because we're different.

Outside the system. You hassle us. We
have to follow all leads.

I've said we're sorry for the
inconvenience, okay?

I'm sorry about that, Roger. I just
thought that... Forget inspired hunches,

Bellamy. Routine's clog will solve this.

So get on with it.

Both of you.

So, you now want a list of all the
properties we currently have for sale.

Yeah. Sorry if that gives you any
problems.

It's been a headache all around.

Any progress?

Not so far.

Look, I'll call around for that list in
the morning.

Ah, Mr Beach.

You found it all right? Yeah. Cheers.
Your directions were spot on.

That's interesting.

Yeah, and one more possible name on your
patch is Sam Goodwin, Rose Cottage. Old

Sam? He's a bit unlikely, isn't he?
Well, yes.

He's not a priority.

But you'd better have him on your list.

I've got to go. There's someone at the
door.

We're... We're... We're delivering this.

Here? No.

Babs.

My mother.

No, no, she's not your mother.

She's, er... What did you call her?

Oh, yeah, your fancy woman, that's it.

I'll handle this, David.

Will you take delivery for her?

I suppose so. Good.

That'll be 30 bob.

Honey, it's taken us all day and we had
to pay a fiver to have the trunk

released. What?

Yeah, and 10 bob of that is mine.

It's like my Aunt Flory money.

Go and visit her.

In Scarborough. I know.

She lives there now.

Since she moved.

Darling.

Oh.

It cost me nearly seven quid.

Any chance of knowing what's going on?

I'm sorry, Stevie.

I hated having to lie.

It's all gone wrong with me and Jack.

That trunk's all I've got in the world.

I know where I'll have to go.

I'm so sorry, Stevie.

That was devilish awkward.

Bent. Got thrown out of the flat.

Jack's a gifted writer, but hopeless
with money.

He's not the only one.

I know.

I'm just as bad.

We had a blazing row. He left me.

A mate of his sent him a cheap ticket to
the States.

Jack's a dreamer.

Can't face reality.

I won't be a burden to you, Steve.

It's just for a couple of weeks till I
sort myself out.

I don't see how.

I'll sell some of me stuff.

Books.

Jewelry.

And these should fetch a good price.

One of the sets of London scenes by a
young painter I know.

What's it supposed to be?

Can't you tell?

Trafalgar Square.

Has anyone apart from you ever heard of
this artist?

Oh, it's going to be very big.

Oh, all right. He's just dropped out of
Chelsea Art College.

But I believe he's genuinely talented.

Jack's not the only one who's a dreamer,
Mum.

I've got to get back to work.

So it's all right if I crash here for a
bit, then?

Don't seem to have any choice, do I?

Always amazes me, folk trudging round
viewing houses.

People have to live somewhere, Alf. I
know.

But Mrs Ventress and me have lived in
the same house since we got wed.

His name here, Mr Old Beach.

That's the bloke I saw yesterday.

And Greg Matthews lived.

He only viewed one house.

Beach? He's done close lift more than
once.

Which property, though?

Let's see.

Well, no more reported break -ins last
night.

Des Red, maybe lying low.

How are we doing?

Ten names so far. I've viewed all three
properties. Alf's just checking out

another possible.

Well, I want you to talk to each of them
ASAP.

They're all local, aren't they? Except
perhaps this one, Mr L Beach.

He's viewed all three properties and
he's given a contact address.

The Aidensfield Arms.

Do we know anything about him?

No. Well, pop in tonight and see if
Oscar has any SP on him before we talk

him.

OK, but I'll need to inform Mrs Ventress
that I'm working overtime yet again.

Oh, yeah.

Tough old life.

What was in that trunk, Babs?

I'm sure I've put my back out.

Valuable works of art.

Sadly, I have to sell some, so if you
know of anyone... This is a set of three

London landmarks by a very talented
painter, Tristram Mackerel.

Well, certainly very colourful.

What's it called?

Big Ben.

Looks nothing like Big Ben.

It isn't Big Ben. It's a painting.

Well, if you look closely, it's exactly
like Big Ben. I've seen that on the

brown sauce bottles.

What do you think?

There's the clock. Thank you, David.
Very perceptive.

Yeah, quite right, David. Art is colour
and form, has been from Leonardo to

Pablo Picasso. I mean, a painting
doesn't have to be realistic.

It's not a photograph.

Thank you, Oscar.

I should have known you'd appreciate
them.

That's what this place can do with a bit
of brightening up.

So, er, how much do you want for them?

I paid £40 for the set.

£40?

That's taken the colour and form out
your cheeks, Oscar.

Well, er, I don't think I can afford the
whole set, but would you be prepared to

sell me just one?

Thanks for your help.

Sorry to disturb you, Mr Goodwin.

Are you sure you don't mind breaking up
the set?

No.

Tristram would have wanted this one to
have a good home.

What's it called again?

Trafalgar Square.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I can see it now. A woman smiles at how
many putty in her hands.

Right, Babs, here we are.

Ten pounds.

Beware, 50 times that much in a few
years.

You'll see.

I love his stuff. It's...

You know, maybe I was over hasty.

Art can't always be appreciated
instantly.

What do you think, Bernard?

I suppose a splash of colour like Brian
at the garage office.

My feelings precisely.

We'll have one each.

Bernard will settle up with you later.

Thanks. It's a nice vibe, all of them
finding a home in the community.

Well, let's hope it's a nice vibe with
their soaring values, eh, Oscar?

I'm just happy to have it on my wall.

What about this one?

Oh, that's our bridge. It's not
finished.

Phil, Tristan wouldn't have wanted it to
be left all alone.

You can be its guardian.

You mean I've got to look after it?

No, David.

You have good karma.

It's yours to keep.

Sam Goodwin couldn't have got through a
window, let alone burgled a house.

None of my lists seem very likely
either.

One was on honeymoon when the last two
were broken into.

Right. Well, that just leaves Mr Beach.

Oi, just be careful of that, please.

Hello, Alf.

I've just bought that painting. What do
you

reckon?

Looks like a road traffic accident.

Do you have a word?

Well,

that's him over there.

And you reckon he's got something to do
with these burglaries?

Well, keeping an eye on them.

Well, it's a nasty business. People are
scared.

I hear the thief is leaving threatening
notes.

Something like that.

Anything known about this Lenny Beach?

Well, CRO are looking into it, and we
hope to hear in the morning.

Well, from the start, I thought he was a
wrong 'un.

Nothing I could put my finger on.

But you know what I mean.

It was exactly 2am when your dog started
barking.

Thank you, Mrs Miller.

Well, if that's meant to be funny, I
don't appreciate it.

The owners are away in London, you say?

Yes, they're down there flat hunting.

I've got a contact address.

Well, let's hope we have better news for
them when they get back.

Thank you.

The CRO say the beach has formed.

Let's pay him a visit.

You're not prepared to tell us where you
were in the alley house.

Why should I?

Then I'll allow you to come with us.

We'll discuss this at the station.

There's nothing on me.

PC Ventures saw you leaving the pub a
bit before closing time.

So?

I went for a ride, came back, went to
bed.

All right? Except you didn't get in till
3am.

I heard your car.

I stayed out late.

crime in it? A house you visited as a
prospective buyer was broken into last

night. Why won't you tell us where you
were?

It's none of your business.

We know who you are, Mr Beach.

You have a criminal record for, amongst
other things, housebreaking and

burglary. You've been checking up on me.
Now, are you coming to the station or

do I have to arrest you?

The house was burgled last night. He's
been taken in for questioning.

What's that got to do with Lenny? Gina,
he didn't come in until the small hours.

So you shot him to the police?

You're an interfering old meddler,
Oscar. Do you know that?

Are you still holding Lenny?

Mr Beach is helping us with our
inquiries, yes, Gina.

You've got the wrong man.

He has previous form and no alibi.

Yeah, he has. I can vouch for him.

Yeah, but he didn't go back to the pub
till three in the morning.

I know.

I was with him.

He picked me up when the pub closed, and
then we went to a party, a friend of

mine's. We stayed there till gone up
after two.

Then he drove us home.

And before you ask, he hadn't been
drinking.

Right, so are you and Mr Beach... It's
none of your business.

But no, we're not.

That's why I told him not to tell anyone
we were together last night.

Because I didn't want tongues wagging.

He's not your man.

You didn't have to go.

You've done nothing wrong.

I know who I am now.

Every time there's a break -in, they'll
come calling.

I've been straight for three years.

The finest time we'll ever start again
is not easy.

Shame it's not here.

Bye, Gina.

Take care, yeah?

Have a habit of falling for the wrong
sort, does Gina.

Thanks, Alf.

No, no, I didn't mean you.

Frank! Yes, Lodge? My office, please.

Now.

The police house phone bill's come in.

You've made four transatlantic calls.

A total of one hour, 25 minutes.

Explanation, please.

Is there a legitimate reason for
Aidensfield Police to be making

Los Angeles, California?

No, Sarge. Then you'll have to pay for
them.

And in future, I'll expect you to keep
meticulous records of all your private

calls.

There must be some mistake.

Oh, there's no mistake, Mum.

And who were you phoning in Los Angeles?

Jack.

I missed him terribly.

I had to talk.

He missed me too.

He's in Los Angeles trying to sell his
novel to make into a Hollywood film.

Oh, really?

I'm sorry I got you into trouble.

I won't call him again.

And where did you get this money?

I sold my paintings in the pub.

What?

You sold worthless junk to people I
know.

I've got to work here, Mum.

It doesn't go in here.

We've wasted our money yet again.

I should never have listened to you.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I've had to take six houses off the
market this morning. Same with us.

It's getting serious.

A crisis in the market doesn't just
affect estate agents.

The whole local economy goes down. Oh,
we are making some progress. We've

eliminated a number of suspects.

Eliminated? Well, that's great.

How about actually catching them?

Can I have a word about that painting
Mum sold you? I didn't buy it. It was

Oscar. You see, because my mum liked the
thing, she assumes it must be valuable.

Can you tell Oscar not to worry? I'll
buy it back.

Oh, good.

I can't wait to get the thing off the
wall.

You'll all be working overtime from now
on.

I've compiled a list from estate agents
of houses still for sale. We'll patrol

them every night.

I want to show a presence to reassure
the public.

And let whoever's behind this know that
we mean business.

Mrs Ventress won't like this.

David's good as admitted it's worthless.

He's offered to buy them all back out of
his own pocket.

Oh, has he? Well, that's good of him.

I've had comments from the customers,
Oscar.

I mean, none of them like the painting.

You know, they prefer landscapes or
hunting prints.

Oscar.

Do you want to sell that painting of
yours?

Why?

Well, I feel responsible.

I mean, I introduced Babs here and she's
taken £30 off us all.

Steve's offered to buy them all back.

Well, he can't afford to do that.

Look, I'll tell you what, I'll take
yours off your hands and then Steve can

speak to me any time he wants to. Well,
do you realise it cost me £10?

It's a work of art.

£25 and it's yours.

£15. £20.

Done. Very generous of you, Vernon.

Well, it's the least I can do.

I mean, it keeps the set together, you
know what I mean?

Easier to deal with.

Well, what a very nice Oscar.

Make him money on it.

He deserves it.

He's a fillet of dine.

Here we are, David.

Five pounds.

What are you going to make the scripts
ten for it?

Well, yours is smaller.

Anyway, you didn't pay for it. You'd be
getting a fiver for nothing.

Oh, yeah, yeah, but I wanted to keep
mine.

Anyway, she gave it to me because she
said I was calmer than anybody else.

David, she meant calmer with a K, not
calmer with a... Oh, never mind.

Look, Babs just wanted to keep the set
together.

Yeah.

Oh, all right, here.

Ten pounds.

You can visit your Aunt Flory 20 times
for that.

Wondered where you got to.

Amazingly tranquil, this spot.

I bet ancient ley lines run through
here.

Mum,

I'm going to have to plot out some house
rules.

Firstly, no more flogging your knick
-knacks to people I know.

A work of art, Steve.

It's worth as much as anyone is willing
to pay for it. No more, no less.

Apparently, Vernon Scripps has now
bought the whole set.

I can't let him waste his money like
that.

Well, if he doesn't want them, I can
always take them back.

It's not the point.

It's not proper for me as a local bobby
or my family to be running up dodgy

phone bills and flogging things in pubs.

I'm sorry, Steve.

Whatever I do, I think to let you down.

I only want to help.

Come on.

Best be getting back.

We're on the lookout for Des Rez
tonight.

Don't wait up for me. I may be some
time.

Well, where's he taking the paintings?

Leeds, he says. He's hoping to flog them
on, make a few shillings.

Oh, Babs wanted them to go to a good
home. Hope he remembers that.

I'm sure he will, David.

An old cowboy went riding out one dark
and windy day.

Upon a ridge he rested as he went along
his way.

When all at once a mighty herd of red
-eyed cows... Jack, darling.

Oh, no, sorry.

Yes, this is the police house.

No, I'm afraid he's not.

Break in.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Er, no, madam. PC Crane's out on patrol.

Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, Mrs Crane.

The rectory.

Gloomy place. I passed it on my walk
today.

No, the chap definitely said he saw an
intruder breaking in.

Will you make sure Steve gets the
message quickly?

Don't worry, Mrs Crane. Leave it to me.

Control to Delta Alpha 2.

Get out of my way.

Move!

Let's have a look at you.

Move!

You all right?

I'm fine.

Meet Des Rez.

Matthews had been fired and was working
out his notice.

His head office found he conned an old
lady.

He valued her house too cheaply, got a
maid to buy it, then sold it on at a

profit, which they split.

Why didn't head office tell you about
it?

Well, they hushed it up, let him work
out his notice. They didn't want the

firm's name involved in any scandal.

It's none of my business, but where did
you learn to throw a man like that?

Army wife's training in Germany.

Mum passed out top wife, self -defence
classes, British Army on the Rhine,

years running.

About the only useful thing that came
out of my time there.

Apart from my lovely Stevie, of course.

Well, we owe you a debt of thanks.

Sorry to interrupt, Sarge.

Taxi for Mrs Grant.

Oh.

Why didn't you tell me you were going?

I only found out this morning.

Jack's phone.

He's... Sold his novel to Universal
Pictures. They want him to write the

screenplay. We're in the money.

That's amazing.

He's cabled some bread so I can fly to
California in the morning.

I was just getting used to you being
around.

I'll be back.

Goodbye, Stevie darling.

I must fly, otherwise I'll miss the
train.

Sorry, meant to come by earlier. Mum
left the money to buy back the

Oh, is she gone, then?

Yesterday morning.

Well, you're too late.

Farnham took him off the night before
last to an art dealer in Leeds. I was

expecting him back well before now.

An art dealer?

He'd be wasting his time.

Well, he came across this article, which
explains why he was so keen to buy the

pictures of all of us.

I hope he knows what he's doing.

Oh, it'll be the first time ever if he
does.

What are you doing in that?

What a good point. Whose is it?

Bernard, all my life I've sensed I was
destined for great wealth and influence.

Well, it has now finally arrived.

That Bentley is yours, Mr Scripps? It
most certainly is, thanks to my innate

talent for spotting a business
opportunity.

The paintings were actually worth money.
A unique set of three, he said.

Worth a life -changing sum, Bernard.

Three? I thought there were four
paintings.

There were indeed, David. I've kept
Tower Bridge as a memento for our wall.

Valley the Bentley for me, will you,
Bernard?

While I see to pressing matters of
business in the office.