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

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

Good car.

Yes. Thank you, Douglas.

By the way, are you still running that
private eye, Malarkey?

Off and on.

I wonder if I could call on your
services.

There's nothing alarming, just a family
matter.

Strictly between you and me, mind you.
Oh, yes, of course.

But can you give me some idea what it's
about?

How about my place this evening?

Excuse

me,

do you mind? Thank you.

manners whatsoever young folk these
days, have they?

So, pick you up at 7 .30?

Okay. Any particular dress code?

Just your dancing shoes.

Oh, to be put loose and fancy free, eh,
Jack?

Oscar, what can we do for you?

Nothing, nothing.

Alf, do you think Mrs. Ventress will let
you out for a couple of hours this

evening? What? I think we might have
another job on. I've just had Mr.

on the phone wanting to know if we've
solved his burglary.

Not here to report a crime, I hope,
Oscar? No, Sergeant, just having a word

Alf.

I see.

Well, see you later, then, in the pub.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Evening, all.

The great retired, eh?

What a life.

The problem is that they forget that the
rest of us have work to do.

Not that there seems to be much being
done.

I thought I asked for a progress report
on these burglaries by this afternoon.

Yes, Sarge, but there isn't any
progress, I mean. What about Driscoll's

Driscoll's notes?

Mr Driscoll marks every fifth pound note
with a red dot when he's counting up

the day's taking.

We've alerted the banks, but no word.

No witnesses and no prints.

If a gang only ever takes cash, we
haven't even got stolen goods to follow

mean, where do you start?

I don't care where you start, Wetherby,
as long as you get a result.

Three break -ins in one week does not
look good.

Now get on with it.

Worked out very well for him.

I mean, if you've got no leads... Yes,
madam?

I thought I'd better bring them in.

Even though I'm tempted.

I've a tall iris.

Right.

Someone put them through my letterbox.

In an envelope.

So, you can take it off?

Well, I'm sure we can, Douglas, but
we'll need to make past that photo.

Him?

He's a nice -looking lad.

Oh, yes.

Very much like Douglas, but the... Apart
from the hair.

Darling, that's how they all... Quite
ridiculous. Looks like a ruddy girl.

Anyway, his name's Ian. He's 19 years
old, and he last saw him... Three months

ago. Since then, not a peep.

He did leave me a... I know, yes.
Telling you not to worry. A lot of good

did.

So you haven't seen him for three
months, then?

No.

And then suddenly... And quite suddenly,
one of the clerks at Smith and

Fairweather rang us up. That's the firm
he was working for. Rang us up and said

that he'd seen him in Whitby.

Some club.

Whitby, I ask you. I thought at least
the boy would have gone somewhere

interesting, but no.

Can't understand it.

Where did we go wrong?

Oh, I'm sure he didn't. Certainly wasn't
mollycoddled, I made sure of that.

Sent him to the best schools.

Sandhurst. Sandhurst?

Yes, Sandhurst, and it would have been
the making of him.

He hadn't fluffed it.

He didn't fluff it. He walked out
because he wasn't man enough. That's the

of the matter.

And that's when you got him article to
the accountants in Ashfordly. Fair

weathers, yes.

But only after he'd spent months
lounging about here, lying in bed until

Well, I wasn't having that.

We thought accountancy... Trailing the
army, we thought accountancy would be a

good, solid career.

But yet again, he packed it in.

Oh, this is the... This is the name of
the clerk who spotted him, by the way.

And that's what upset me more than
anything.

The fact that he was living so close by,
but hadn't come to see us.

Breaking my wife's heart, Oscar.

You have to find him for us.

She didn't say very much, did she?

A lad doesn't run off like that without
reason.

Oh, that's true.

If her husband hadn't have been there,
she might have told us what it was.

Yeah, I agree. Look, why don't you go
and see her on your own?

I think she likes you.

It's very jolly in there this evening.

Yeah, it makes a change from the fill
pots.

You know, it's a funny thing, Alf.
There's a couple.

They've got everything they need.

Except the one thing that matters.

We'll find him.

Old eyes in a small child's face.
Watching as the shadows race.

Through walls and cracks and leave no
trace.

And daylight's brightness shines.

The days of Hurley Spencer.

The race is almost run.

No. breath hard in frosted glass gazing
as a swollen mass on concrete fields

where grows no grass stumbles blindly on
iron trees smother the air

but withering they stand and stare
through eyes that neither know nor care

the grass is gone

Been through police?

We've had a break -in.

I think some horrible man down here
while we were asleep.

Do you know how much we've taken?

£45. It just gives me the absolute
creep.

You don't cash up every night, then?

Well, we count it, but don't always put
it in the safe. Obviously, the till is

locked. Yeah, but just look at it. No,
don't touch.

Not until Soko's been.

And that's where they came in, that
window over there.

Yeah, and just look at my bag. It's just
been chucked down on the table. Don't

touch it.

It's all day put.

How much was in it?

£20. I've been saving up to get some new
shoes and a coat.

You know that red and black check one
that's in Barker's window? It's really,

really short with them big ones. Dawn,
let Jo think.

Well, when am I going to get it back?

The money, I mean. It took me ages to
save that up and all of my... Dawn!

I'm sorry.

I'm just shocked, that's all.

I'm still shaking and everything.

You see, you never feel a thing about
the place when it's... Dawn, why don't

go and see if the baby's awake?

Yes. Go on.

Sorry.

20 ludless macaroonies!

Who are you up to?

Nothing.

Get that door started, will you?

There's cash.

Nothing else taken at all? Nope.

No mess and no one heard a thing, just
like the other three break -ins. It's

to be the same lot. It's got to be.

See if we can watch under.

Any prints?

Soco are still there, but they haven't
found anything yet.

We could do with a witness.

In the middle of the night?

You'll be lucky.

What time do we get back?

It can't have been that late, surely.

I must have gone through the village at,
I don't know, just before midnight, but

I didn't see anything.

Sergeant Miller, £20 in notes, dropped
through his letterbox.

How many does that make?

Three.

Three lots of cash handed in. All old
folk.

All living in Ashford, left. Three lots
of cash mysteriously dropped through

people's letterboxes. Four lots of cash
stolen from the break -in. Are you

suggesting that they're connected?

They are both happening at the same
time.

No, that's just coincidence.

It's a possibility, that's all I'm
saying.

What do you think, sir?

Hi.

Sorry to interrupt.

Only, I heard about the break -in at the
pub, and, well, I think I may have seen

something.

And fingerprint men swarming all over
the place with little brushes dabbing at

things. It's absolute chaos, I'm telling
you. But they're not going to find

anything. It's like the three other
robberies we said.

What are the three?

Haven't you heard?

There's been three other robberies just
like ours, all in the last week, all

with the same O .M.

M .O.

What?

Modus operandi.

Yeah, well, it's a mini crime wave,
that's what Joe said.

Yeah, and I could be next.

Hey, no, you're right. Look, just don't
keep any cash in overnight, because

that's what they're after.

Cash? Yeah, that's all they take,
including 20 quid for my handbag.

20 pounds?

Yeah. Do you know what? I could kill
them, Bernie. I really could.

A little after midnight, I think it was.
I was just leaving work when I heard a

car passing in. Well, it's unusual to
see a car at that time of night.

Did you see what make it was?

Yeah, a Ford Anglia with a woman driving
and one passenger.

Carol, that was me. No, it wasn't your
car.

I was getting a lift.

Oh.

Right. Sorry, I seem to have been
wasting your time.

I'm Jake.

Mr Ventress, I'm afraid my husband's
out.

Well, it's you I've come to see.

If you can spare a few minutes.

Just a few details.

Won't take long.

I'll have to be quick, Mr Blecton.

Mr Fairweather doesn't like us leaving
the office during working hours, and I

really can't tell you more than I told
Mr and Mrs Philpott.

Right, well, let's start from the
beginning, shall we?

You worked with Ian in the clerk's
office, right?

Until a few months ago, yes.

Then he suddenly left.

And you didn't know why?

Well, no -one did.

And I didn't see anything of him until a
week or so ago.

Oh, aye, that nightclub in Whitby.

Yes.

There's really nothing more to tell.

I tried to talk to him, but he was too
wrapped up in his new friends.

Hippie types, you know.

Well, he must have found out something,
surely. Where he was living, what he was

doing, why he left home.

No. Nothing at all?

No.

He was smoking, you know, pot.

So he wasn't making much sense.

Did you tell his parents this?

No fear.

His dad would have gone mad.

Right. Well, um...

Thanks.

I think... Well, I don't think, I know.

Ian's always been a disappointment to my
husband.

Especially when he walked out of
Sandhurst.

That upset Douglas more than anything.

I can imagine.

The army's been his whole life. He so
much wanted Ian to follow in his

footsteps.

He thinks I spoiled him.

But I didn't.

I let him go to boarding school, didn't
I? Even though he was only seven.

I knew it was the right thing to do.

To make a man of him, Douglas said.

And did it?

Well, don't get me wrong, Mr Ventress.
Douglas and the elf always had a good

relationship.

That's why it was so unusual when they
had that row.

Shouting.

Saying the most awful things I had to
block my ears.

When was this?

On the night Ian left.

I see.

What was it about?

I don't know.

I asked Douglas about it afterwards, but
he wouldn't tell me.

He said, I mustn't mention it to anyone.

Don't tell him I told you, will you?
He'd be so angry.

Oh, it's foggy out there. Aunt Peggy.
I'm chilled to the bone.

Aunt Peggy, what's this?

Aid. You leave my things alone.

Where did it come from?

Give it here.

It's not from the pub, is it?

What? From the break -in.

How dare you?

Look, Aunt Peggy, Dawn has had £20
stolen from her handbag and you've got

our house.

You can't help thinking, can you?

Aunt Peggy, I didn't mean...

Found any thieves yet, Don?

No.

Shame, Joe. I didn't see anything when
he came through. It must have happened

around that time.

Yeah.

He'd been a rugby club hop.

Well, we both had.

Didn't know you were a rugby player.

We're not.

A friend asked me and I asked Joe.

Good with her?

Ooh.

I was grateful.

Good.

In case you were wondering about the
girl in the car... I'm not.

What's up, David?

David, what ever's the matter?

Oh, she's gone and locked herself in the
bedroom.

It's not funny. She could be in serious
trouble.

Your friend Douglas Philpott may be the
big war hero and all that, but on the

home front, he's a bully.

Did Mary actually say that?

Didn't have to. It's obvious.

I mean, all along he's dominated his
lad, sending him off to boarding school

seven. and forcing him to follow in his
footsteps in careers that he hated.

First the army, then accountancy.

No wonder the lad's scarpered.

Yeah, but before that, there was some
kind of showdown, but she didn't know

that was about.

That's right.

Well, I think we should leave young Ian
in peace and let him make the break.

Well, let him carry on living in Whitby
with a bunch of hippies. Well, if that's

what he wants, yes.

I don't think Douglas would approve of
that so well.

It's not his life, is it?

Look, I'm sorry, Alf, but we've been
hired to do this job. I just can't back

out. You don't have to. I will.

I'll get another round in.

Seen this?

Not again.

Yep, another mystery handout.

This time the old dear didn't tell us.
She rang the newspaper.

20 pounds again, always in cash, always
in an envelope.

Can I see that?

There are three people who reported it
to us and one to the newspaper.

I mean, how many others have been given
money and kept quiet?

Oh, no.

I think I've just made a terrible
mistake.

All right, what about a compromise?

I'll go and see Douglas and ask him
about this row that Mary overheard.

And you go to this nightclub that that
clerk told us about and see if you can

find out anything about Ian.

He might even be there, if that's where
his new hippie friends hang out. And if

he is?

Well, if he is, talk to him. Try and
persuade him to go home.

And if he doesn't?

Well, if he doesn't, after you've told
him how upset his mother is, then OK,

we'll leave it.

You're on.

Right, I'm pushing the paper through the
door now, Aunt Peggy, and it's open at

the right page so you can read all about
it.

Please come out, Aunt Peggy. I've said
I'm sorry.

I didn't mean all the things that I've
said. It's just that I was worried.

I thought... I just...

Well, you know, when I saw you hiding
that money and then I heard about the

money going from the pub, I thought...
Well, I didn't think at all, really, did

I? I was just being stupid.

Well, anyway, now that we know it's
happening to other people, we can inform

Mason and then he can... Don't you dare,
blab.

Well, the police are appealing for
witnesses. David, finders, keepers.

20 quid, 20 quid.

And anyway, I've spent it.

You've spent it? Yes, I've spent it. And
it's not the same as what it says here

in the paper, because these people live
in Ashfordly and they're all old.

Well, you're old.

I mean, you're not old like that, but
you're not old at all.

You're... You're what?

You're in your old coat. You might look
old.

From a distance.

To certain people.

People who can't see very well.

Actually, you know, he's not so much old
that I meant as shabby. You know, like

a Trump.

But a young Trump.

Oh, very young Trump.

Think about all these mystery gifts we
keep reading about, Joseph.

£20 here, £20 there.

All the cash, stuck -through
letterboxes. All right for some, ain't

Yep.

Nothing on my tour that well, has you?
I've never had that sort of luck.

Why, haven't you not?

Sorry?

You have that sort of luck?

What? Oh, it's, er, nothing.

David?

Anyway, er... Anyway, it's been spent.

It's not the same thing anyway, because
she's not old.

By the way, why don't you two know
anything about a club in Whitby called

Vault? Yeah.

Why? I hope you're not thinking of
going.

Yeah, because you can't. We're young
people. Sorry, Oscar, I don't think

fit in. All right, all right.

Just part of an inquiry, that's all.

What's it like, anyway?

Oh, it's just a disco.

Loud music and dancing, that sort of
thing.

Seriously, Oscar.

Dawn's right.

You wouldn't get in. It's not me that's
going in.

It's our friendship.

Alf! That's even worse.

Yeah, all right, Dawn.

Hey, look, why don't you go in instead
of Alf? Just to look for someone.

When? Tonight.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry. I can't bear Dawn on a
Saturday night.

Well, what's the age limit of this
place, anyway?

Well, I don't know. I guess it's, uh,
young.

I didn't mean to say anything. I'm
sorry.

All right, David, leave this to me.

Did you or did you not find an envelope
full of cash in your coat pocket?

All right.

Yes, I did.

When I got back from Ashfordly.

But I don't know how it got there and
it's not my fault.

Where exactly in Ashfordly? Oh, I don't
know.

The Albert building. I was delivering
rabbit... something.

And I don't know why you're keeping on
about it, cos I've already spent it.

No, you haven't.

David!

You haven't got to have had a look.

It's still here where you put it.

There.

Mr Driscoll's red dot.

Yep. In which case, the robbery and the
mystery cash are connected, as we

thought. Excuse me, Don, as I thought.

So somebody, for some weird reason, is
robbing one lot of people to give to

another. Robbing the rich to give to the
poor. A modern -day Robin Hood.

Something else. When Peggy found the
cash in her pocket, she just returned

a place called Albert Building.

I'll check.

That's where all the other people who
got the cash came from, too.

Albert Building.

That's on the New Estate, isn't it? I'm
not sure. I think so.

Bye, I'm off.

But she'll know.

Carol!

Very subtle community.

None down the road, none up the road,
just opposite, that sort of thing.

Homes have been in the family for
generations.

Until this new company came on the
scene.

Sunlight Holdings, that's right.

They started buying it up street by
street, turfing out the tenants, raising

houses to the ground, houses that people
loved, and putting up monologues right

there.

And that there is Albert Building.

It's full of old folks rehoused from the
terraces and they hate it.

There's more illness here than anywhere
else in the district and that's for the

rent. Well, aye.

I'll say.

Anyone falls behind and some might hold
in tough amount getting a new tenant and

charge even more.

Maybe the thief is one of the tenants.

He's dealing to help folk who can't
afford to pay the high rent.

But how does he know who to steal from?

That's what I was looking into.

And did he get anywhere?

Possibly. Let's see what Sergeant Miller
thinks.

Thanks, Carol, for showing us around.

It was a real help.

Any time, Don.

David!

Ah, here he is.

Just the man we need to see.

Oh? We wondered if you'd like to help
us.

What a little job we've got on, David.

We need someone to go in somewhere to
find someone.

Oscar and I might look a little out of
place.

Yeah. It's tonight, David.

Won't take you long.

Go on, David.

A little bit of extra pocket money.

We know you like rock and roll.

This is a list of the district
councillors, and these are the four

have been broken into.

And all four belong to district
councillors, is that what you think?

Yes, and all four councillors are on the
planning committee.

Including Oscar Blaketon? Yes.

And you think that because these men
gave planning permission for the streets

be torn down... By the company, Sunlight
Holdings. Someone's trying to redress

the balance.

Yes, possibly one of the tenants.

Yeah, sort of Robin Hood figure.

That's what we thought. I thought?

Well, the two things are definitely
connected, Sergeant. The red dots prove

that. Right, well, there are six
counsellors on this list. Four have

been broken into, so if what he was
saying is right, better keep a watchful

on these other two.

You might catch your Robin Hood in the
act.

Any news?

Oh, not yet, Douglas.

Just a few more questions, I'm afraid.

Now, you know what you've got to do.

Oh, yes, Mr Ventress.

I've got to find this man and tell him
to come out and see you.

Politely, mind.

We don't want to scare him off.

Do I tell him that you're a detective?

No.

Just a friend.

Say there's a friend outside waiting.

And if he's not there, I'm just going to
wait and see if he turns up later.

That's right.

And you've got the photo.

And have you got your money for the
entrance?

Yep.

Right. Off you go, David.

Oh, David.

That's my son.

Around, yes.

The day that Ian left home.

Well, I don't know where you got that
idea from.

If we'd had a row, I'd have mentioned
it.

Obviously. Please, Douglas, if it helps
to find him... All right, Mary, all

right. Well, yes, so... We had a minor
disagreement.

What about?

Douglas, we're talking about the last
time that your son was here.

It was nothing, the usual stuff.

You know, teenagers, his hair, his
lifestyle.

He'd made new friends, layabouts, I'd
call them, with funny ideas.

I said they were a bad influence and
tried to set him straight.

That's not the reason he left, Oscar, so
don't worry about it.

Just find him, that's all we're asking.

pleasing to me.

No Joe, no Dawn.

I bet they've all gone out on the tiles
like they did the other night.

Oh, come on, Dawn.

It was only some rugby club do.

Yeah, well, apparently Joe came home
with some woman. You saw him, didn't

What's she like?

I've no idea.

Well, if Jo's got a new girlfriend, we
all want to know about her.

Shut up, Dawn.

If Carol says she didn't see anything...
Oh, Oscar.

You were a long time.

Yes, well, Douglas, so... part in his
army stories once he gets going.

Is that our phone?

No.

Well, that's funny. He said he... That's
probably him now.

Hello, Edmund Field Arms.

Oh, hi, Peggy. What kind of... David?

Um, no, he's at the vault.

What did he tell you? Um, it's a club in
Whitby.

Oh, OK.

Bye.

Just Peggy wondering where David is. Are
you sure Alf hasn't phoned?

A club!

In Whitby!

Hey, the cheek of it, Dave.

There's us waiting and worrying all the
time he's out enjoying himself.

Hello there, Mr Detective.

Well, you're not in uniform, so I think
that's what you are.

Plainclothes detective, yeah?

No, it's Mr Ventress.

What am I doing?

Looking for drugs, I expect.

That's what you're usually here for.

God, perhaps I overdid it.

This is the one.

No sign of anything.

Carol was a bit put out, wasn't she?

Sorry?

About you being in that car with a
woman.

Don, Carol and I are just good friends.

All the same, perhaps you need to
explain.

Let's go.

There's no point hanging around here all
night in the off -chant.

It might not have anything to do with
it.

What? The break -ins being at district
councillors' houses.

Might just be coincidence.

Gotcha!

Let's see you.

Let's see the cowardly little runt who
steals from people when they're asleep.

Hello, Dad.

What

the

hell are you doing?

Isn't it obvious?

I told you, Dad.

I told you I'd try to pay back the
people you stole from.

Have you gone mad?

It's no good.

I've got the evidence now.

I've been back to the office and got
copies of everything. It's there for all

see. I've only got to hand it in to the
right people. You're talking complete

nonsense. Oh, I don't think so.

Bad move, Dad.

Getting me that job with your own
accountant.

Did you really think I wouldn't look at
the books? Keep your voice down. Did you

really think I wouldn't find all of
those nice big sums from Sunlight

going into your bank account month after
month?

How can you sleep at night? Keep your
voice down.

Whatever it is you think you've found
out, kindly keep it to yourself.

Otherwise we'll all go under, including
your mother.

And I'm sure you don't want that.

Too late, Douglas.

I've called the police.

You fool!

Quick, get out.

Please, Ian, do as your father says.

Before you're arrested.

Let them in.

I'll do the talking.

I'm sorry, officers.

By the time I got downstairs, the thief
had gone.

Oh, just look at the time.

Right.

That's it.

Definitely

the van

we saw parked near Philpot.

Definitely. And that must be our thief.

Looks like our hunch was right.

My hunch?

Uh, no.

I said if he parked near Albert
Building, he'll turn up and do his Robin

thing. You said fat chance.

Okay.

All right, he's off.

My friend's in there, and I'm worried
about him.

Hold on.

Excuse me.

Don't think he's gone in there.

He must have done.

That's definitely the van.

Right, I'll contact Miller.

What have we got?

Another break -in search, but the thief
got away.

We caught up with him at Albert Building
and followed him here.

He's in the club.

Do you recognise him?

I think so.

Right, let's go.

Where's his van?

OK, Terry. Let him through.

He's around here on the right.

Sorry? Your detective.

If that's who you're looking for.

David?

Don't go.

You'd better find your suspect quick
before he's carpeted. He has already,

Sarge. His van's gone.

It can't have been gone long.

Blaketon, come on.

I'm sorry, I've got too many in there.
It's essential that I get in if you

mind. Excuse me. Excuse me.

What's going on? Where's Alf?

Alf? Alf and David, where are they? Mr.
Blaketon, I am in the middle of a police

operation. Kindly remove yourself.

You what?

I am in pursuit of a suspect and you are
blocking my way.

Peggy Armstrong.

What's she doing here? Will someone
please tell me what's going on?

Where's Alf?

He's long gone, Sergeant. We don't know
which way he went.

What are you doing here? On a private
eye job, would you believe?

And ruining a police operation into the
bargain.

Look, Sergeant, when somebody's son goes
missing, especially if he's a friend of

mine and on the council and I've been
asked to help. A friend on the council?

What's his name?

Douglas Philpott.

The man that's just been broken into.

What does his son look like?

You what?

Quickly, Oscar, this could be important.

Well, 18, tippy clothes, long hair. I'm
not worried about him, I'm worried about

Alf.

Are you in this place?

No, I just work here. I need the address
of one of your customers if I give you

a description.

I'd cooperate if I was you.

I won't tell your parents where you are
if you don't want me to.

They just want to know that you're all
right.

So they hire a private eye?

Typical.

Can I sit down?

Okay, so what do they need to know?

That I'm fit and well?

Well, you can tell Mother that if you
like.

You can also tell her there's no point
in trying to get me back.

I've left home for good.

Mother's missed her sons here.

A visit wouldn't do any harm, would it?

Not while he's there.

Hey, you mean your father?

So you looked into your father's own
accounts?

Yes.

And you found money there from Sunlight
Holdings? Thousands of pounds.

Well, who's Sunlight Holdings? The
company pulling down all of those

Ashfordly. Putting up the Gladstone
estate.

And my father and his chums on the
planning committee were taking bribes to

it happen.

In it up to their necks.

I see.

But then I hit on the idea of giving
some of the money back.

That made me feel a lot better.

Hold on a minute.

So it was you.

What?

You broke in.

You're the one we're looking for.

We?

Who's we?

Open up! Police!

I trusted you!

I didn't know they were coming, I swear!

Hold it!

Judas!

The thief, Mr Ian Philpott, aged 19, has
accused members of the district

council... All right, Gina, you don't
have to go on.

..members of the district council of
waiving through highly unpopular

applications in the Victoria district of
Ashfordly in return for substantial

payments from the property developers.

As bent as bent can be.

The old lot of them. Oh, come on. Oscar
didn't know anything about it.

Thank you, Dawn. I can speak for myself.

Did you see David?

Yeah, and he's fine. Sitting listening
to The Arch as happy as Larry.

What's this? David and his hangover?

It wasn't a hangover. Oh? We think
somebody slipped him a Mickey Finn.

Really? I'm pretty sure his drink was
spiked. The only trouble is he can't

remember anything, so he has no idea who
did it.

Hang on. Can we buy you a drink?

I only popped in to see Peggy.

Have you told her yet? What?

About the woman in the car.

Don, just leave it.

Hold on. Carol.

You know the car you saw goodnight.

Now, the reason Joe was in it was
because I'd been drinking and I couldn't

drive.

And we got a lift with one of the wives.

She dropped me first.

And Joe... Don, why are you telling me
all this?

I don't know. I just... Well, don't.

I told you to leave it.

Carol!

Are you sure you don't want that drink?

I'm meeting a friend.

Oh, alright.

What?

Look, I'm sorry about Dawn just then.
The thing about the woman in the car.

Obviously it wouldn't matter to you one
way or the other, I know that.

Yeah. It's just that he thought...

You thought what?

You thought that we... It doesn't
matter. Forget it. Forget what? What are

trying to say?

Joe, what do you want from me?

How do you mean?

Well, one minute you... And then I... I
just don't know what you want.

Let's have that drink and talk about it.

I don't know, Joe.

Do you have to meet this friend?

There is no friend.

Lucifer, isn't it a beautiful morning?

Oh, the noise, it was like a car
backfiring.

I don't know what it was.

Leslie was just lying there.

Leslie Rumble died ten minutes ago
without regaining consciousness.

It's now a murder case.