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Hey. That's it, is it?

That's it.

Well, don't I even get a kiss?

Christ.

What was your name?

Carrie.

Bob.

Hi. Hi.

Carrie.

Not the kind of girl you marry.

Mm -hmm.

Can I make myself some breakfast before I go?

Mm, yeah.

Feel free.

Morning. Did you sleep all right?

Hmm.

Time to get in.

Oh, you know.

Well, no, I don't know. That's why I'm asking you. I'm sorry. Do you mind?

Oh, I say, we are keen.

And I do happen to live away from home now, Mum.

Yes, so I've noticed. All of two weeks, isn't it?

I was in at ten. How about you?

Oh, I see.

Checking up on me now, are you?

Don't use that word in my house, Stephen Forbes.

And why not? It's where I learnt it.

Oh, charming.

Do you have a Sunday paper?

Not unless I go out and buy one.

Do you want one?

I'm not bothered.

I'll get one on the way home.

Where'd you live?

Battersea.

And, um... Callie what?

Harrison. And Bob what?

Crossed.

Toast? No, thanks. I don't eat breakfast.

Well, I guessed that from the age of the bread.

Do you mind?

It's your flat.

Look, um... I'm sorry about last night.

Why? Why sorry?

It was the good of you to put me up. Not having to bother with a cab was a big

relief for me. Yeah.

Was I very drunk?

I don't know how drunks are very drunk for you.

Hey, look, I'm not drunk now.

So, I mean, what... Do you feel you've got to prove something?

It was my fault, honestly, not yours.

I mustn't feel I'm not attractive.

No, no, please, don't. I don't. And don't you be patronising.

Look, all I'm trying to say is... I know all you're trying to say.

And don't.

We met at a party.

Strangers in the night.

You said, come back and sleep at my place, if you like.

I'm a grown -up woman, and I said, thanks. Right.

Before we got back here, as soon as you got into bed, you went straight out like

a light.

What's wrong with that?

I don't usually do that.

OK. Nothing to explain or apologise about.

Look, it was the drink, honestly.

Oh, dear.

Men.

Sorry, I've no cigarette.

Can I?

Um, yes.

Look, love, I'm sorry, but later on I've got to... Can I interrupt just a

minute?

I am your mother. It is your first weekend home, so just for a minute. Can

interrupt?

You have.

I just wanted to know how you were getting on at training school.

All right.

All right?

Yeah, all right.

My first two weeks of Hinden, I hated it.

Did you?

I cried every night.

I was so homesick, I used to borrow money off people to make phone calls

Dad. Hmm, really?

Two men are walking along the high street at night.

One's carrying a brick he says he needs to finish off a wall he's making in his

garden, and the other one's got an 18 -inch butcher's knife, which he says is

present for his wife's birthday.

Which, if either, could you do for carrying an offensive weapon?

Which? Well, I'm asking you. You're a police officer.

Oh, great.

What are you going to do when you're on foot patrol?

Phone me up and say, excuse me, ma 'am, there's a bloke here pointing a shotgun

at me. What should I do? Oh, if I were you, son, I would discuss it with him

first and see if you can get him to see reason.

Your mother a detective inspector? Well, you can't miss, can you?

Terrific. Thanks.

0283.

Oh, hello. You're right.

Yeah, right up to my ears, isn't it?

How about you?

Hey, listen, now, hang on a minute, will you?

It's a mate from training school. He's week -ending in his bed -sit. Is it all

right if I ask him to come round here for Sunday lunch?

Oh, I'm sorry, love, it'd have to be four o 'clock.

Neil? Look, how about a pint at lunchtime somewhere?

Steve, love, make it half past three.

Mum says if we feel like it, we can come back here afterwards for something to

eat, OK?

Great, where?

Fine, what time?

No, I don't, but I'll find it.

Yeah, I'll see you later then. One o 'clock, Neil.

Right. Cheers.

Look, love, I'm sorry I haven't had time to tell you before, but I've got to go

out at lunchtime. Yeah, OK.

Steve, don't be like that, please.

I am your mother. This is your first weekend home.

And last night you were out till two o 'clock and today you're going out for

lunch. I didn't say I was going out for lunch. I said I was going out at

lunchtime, and I've got no choice because it's work. On a Sunday.

Oh, come on. We are in the police, aren't we?

Yeah, sure. I'm sorry.

Look, I'll tell you what. I'll put the dinner in the oven before I go, and then

I'll make it back as fast as I can.

I promise, OK?

Yeah, fine.

So, who's your mate, then?

Neil.

He's a good bloke. You'll like him.

A what?

Hello, hello. What's all this here then? Right, come along with me, son. I'm

taking you down the station for the kicking. One of those.

Oh, the other one.

Good grief, how funny.

Yeah.

I'd never believed it.

I'll take that as a compliment, shall I?

No.

But I never feel like saying to a policeman, why don't we meet again?

Eh?

Well, sure.

I mean, why don't we? Yeah, why not?

I'm not a tart.

No, I know.

I'm divorced, I have no children, and I live with a girlfriend who's the same.

I'm independent, as I'm going to do now. We've a bit in common, then.

I'm divorced, too.

Friends?

No strings?

Yeah.

Shoots me.

Want to go back to bed?

What?

I've got to go to work.

On a Sunday?

Well, I am a policeman.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

Tomorrow. Sorry.

Tuesday's OK, though. Sorry.

Oh, dear God.

Cheers, mate. Cheers.

Ready for that.

So, how's things?

OK.

Well, I know it's... Hello.

Morning, Neil.

Hello, Geoff.

Jeff, this is Steve.

Steve Jeff.

How do you do? Hello. Pleased to meet you.

Are you at the police training school too?

Yes, that's how we met.

How do you like it?

Well, I've only been there two weeks, but so far, fine, yes.

Better than you, eh?

Than Neil.

Well, you know how he is. Well, see you again, I expect.

Bye. Good luck. Cheers, Neil.

Aren't you happy at Hendon?

Well, I ran into him last night. I was on my own. So I went for a drink.

Perhaps laid it on a bit thick.

You? Well, you're doing well. Star of the group.

Well, all the instructors seem to think the sun shines out your backside. Yeah,

yeah, sure.

Anyway, how's things with you?

Great.

I've not been here before. It's a nice place.

You take it from me, son.

I've been watching Arsenal now for ten years. Right now, they're an absolute...

They're rubbish.

They ought to pay people to go and watch them, never mind charging them to go

in. Now, last week, they lost 3 -0. Should have been 6.

Ah. Where do you feel the main fault lies, sir? It's simple. They can't put

ball in the bloody net.

That's what football's all about, I mean, when you get down to it, isn't it?

yes, sir.

But why exactly is that, sir?

Well, could it have something to do with the fact that they can't bloody well

shoot straight?

It's getting to the stage I'm thinking of going to watch Spurs. Oh, yes, sir,

they're very good.

Good morning.

Morning, ma 'am.

No, it can't.

What? Apparently they couldn't stick the ball in the net, ma 'am. What?

Partying. Didn't you go to a party there, didn't you, that night? Oh, that,

yeah, it was... it was OK.

You didn't make it, eh? Morning, all.

Morning, Captain.

Maggie,

let's have one final look at Ginger before we go, yes?

Now, this is about six months old, but it's a fair likeness. He's going to be

wearing a light brown suit, and he'll be circulating.

Now, he talked to, what, eight, ten people in all. With four of them, he'll

us a signal.

So I want you to move in on the first, you, Bob, on the second. I'll tackle the

third. Maggie, you in again on the fourth, yeah?

Now, Pete, you've got the most difficult task, because none of us know each

other. So you're going to have to keep your eyes glued on us, get in behind the

scenes. I've got to film.

Shall we go?

Number walks in. Well, you know the sort.

He's tripping black leather in Greece in 2000.

I thought, oh, no, here comes trouble. And he goes straight for the new wave

section. And he starts finging through the records and finally comes out with

album of the car. Now, they happen to be my favourite group at the moment, and I

like them a lot.

He starts having a go about the cast, and I think, he jets a car that never

a wound.

And we finally come up with this Rolling Stones album. And he says, I want this.

And I said, well, if that's what you want, you're the one who's buying it,

not me.

At least I suppose it has got some antique value. So he says, look, my

happens to like the Rolling Stones.

I said, really?

And how old is he? He says he's 61.

I said, oh, really?

And the rest.

you. How do you do, Mum?

Don't let's be ceremonies, please. Get down. Yes, Mum.

So,

Steve giving you a drink?

I think we've had enough at the pub.

Well, I did. Yeah, me too, thanks. I won't have any more, thank you, Mum.

Put your feet up.

The potatoes are on.

The meat's almost done, the veg are ready to go. Now, the only thing I can't

manage is the gravy. I say, you are coming on. Where did you learn all this?

They teach you cookery at Hendon as well.

Before we left home, we couldn't even open a tin of baked beans without

up how to do it, Mrs Beaton.

I thought you said work.

The Gander Gallery, private view of... Be careful, dear. Nothing legit.

I want to show it to Mike.

Any good, was it?

Oh, yeah. It's all right.

So, how are you liking police training school, then, Neil?

Oh, yeah, fine, thank you, ma 'am. What are you enjoying most so far? Oh, the

sport, eh?

Oh, and the knowledge and reasoning test. I was thinking, Ian, do you mind?

Well, I think I like the sort of practical tests.

You know, South Street incident.

Oh, that was a great one on Wednesday, wasn't it? The shoplifter planting the

stuff on the little old lady. Paul and Karen got in a proper mix up there,

didn't they? What about the A reports and the star reports? How are you

on with them? Oh, they're tough.

Only he gets 80 % every time, don't you? You know, Inspector Griffin said for a

beginner he wasn't bad.

Thanks.

0283.

I'm not sure whether she's here at the moment. Hang on, I'll go and see.

Who wants a... Detective Inspector Forbes, a friend.

Hello?

Yes, it is.

Who is this?

How did you get my number?

You only got it at Mint Sauce.

Yeah, I can do that.

Hang on a second, love.

Look, I don't like anonymous phone calls, but you had a drink together at a

power lunchtime, right?

Which one? Where did you go?

In Marvel Street.

The Blue Ball, was it?

Why?

Yes, well, don't go in there again next time. Choose a different one, OK?

How do you mean, choose a different one? Why? Well, this just happens to have a

bit of a reputation, that's all. And now that you're at Hendon, it would be

better not to go into places like that and leave the way open for phone calls

like that one.

Reputation for what?

Well, it's...

It's rather a well -known meeting place for gays.

That's all. And all I'm saying is that in your position as students, it would

better not to go in there.

Now, can we just leave it at that? Oh, blimey, we only saw one there, didn't

Oh, don't worry, Mum, we weren't in any danger. I didn't say you were.

I just said what's your reputation now that you're a copper? I'm going to be

one.

Now, want to learn how to make gravy?

Yes, please, I do.

And come on, you, give us your meat sauce.

Nice set of pictures.

Yeah, but who the hell are they, though?

Well, that we won't know until Ginger comes up with some names, will we?

Weird, isn't it?

The best team of high -class jewellery thieves in the country and no one knows

single thing about them. Which is why they're the best, isn't it?

Ginger's reliable.

They are who he says.

Well, it wouldn't be nice to be him if they're not.

Any time we want, we've got him in the frame for at least ten years and he

it.

Russell.

Yeah.

Go on.

Go on some more. Is that finished?

All right. Thank you. Thank you for that piece of information. Thank you very

much indeed.

Disappeared. Ginger?

Had an appointment this morning with D .I. Cooper, Sergeant Osmond, Highbury

Fields. When he didn't show up, they went to his flat.

His landlady says he moved out last week.

I'm more frightened of someone else than us.

Do something.

Russell, I want somebody they like now.

Now, do you think there's a chance Mrs. Rhys Ogilvie might know where he is,

sir? Who?

Well, that's the lady who runs the art gallery.

Come in. Yes, Thor, go see.

Now, look, I want these in the police gazette. Try to break a record. Do it

today, yeah? Okay, Rob.

You got earplugs, son?

Hmm? I said go see.

Oh, yes, I said.

Could I have a quick word?

Yeah, sure.

Unless there's anything else, I've got the leader meal.

Maggie, by the way, I meant to ask, how's Steve going on at Hendon? Oh,

He was at home for the weekend. It's hard work. I think he's enjoying it. Not

homesick? Very.

He is. He's covering it up very well.

Makes me feel a bit rejected.

And you? You feeling happier about him being there? Yes, much.

Really.

Now, let's just get this right. You are asking advice from me on how to approach

Mrs. Reese Ogilvie?

Yes, Captain.

Well, why not the Delphic Oracle?

She's the one who normally holds your hand. Oh,

no, I was probably way out.

Oh, look, I was wondering, could I have one of those copies of Ginger's photo,

in case the lady's memory needs refreshing?

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Give me a line, love, will you?

What do you want a word with you for?

Oh, very private, personal, confidential.

Do you know anything about French impressionists?

A little bit, yeah. Why?

Monet? He was one, yeah. Well, I know that, you idiot. Any idea what sort of

thing he painted?

My interest.

Oh.

Private.

Personal.

Confidential.

Well, so tell me, what sort of thing... Hello, you.

This is me.

I'd like to talk to you. One hour from now.

Usual place.

So go on about Monet. Sorry, can't stop. Busy. I think he painted a load of

water with this. If I see a book... Five points.

What'll be the day?

And you say he was here at the viewing?

Oh, darling, I can't be quick to remember everyone who was here, can I?

Ginger, who did you say, darling? Robert?

I'm desolate, lovey, but no, I've never heard of him in my life.

And he was here at the viewing?

Mm -hm.

I'd like to help you, my dearest. Really, really, I would.

Ah, sweetheart.

I hate to say no to any young man about anything, but alas, I'm desolate. Truly,

I am.

Who would have been invited to the private view, Mrs Rees -Ogleby? Oh, it's

a mouthful. Do make it Barbara, my sweet.

Well, darling, anyone could have anyone in the world.

Private view?

550 invitations to everyone whose name and address we've ever had for anything

and friend.

But those you've sent out to, you do have the names and addresses of.

We take them from here.

We call this the general book.

Now, may we borrow that?

I should think so.

Thank you very much, miss.

We'll let you have it back as soon as possible.

Did you come to the viewing too?

I was here, yeah.

Do you believe him? Now, why would that have been, I wonder?

I'm sorry, Mrs... Barbara.

I was here in a purely private capacity. I came along with my girlfriend.

Did you know the other one?

I didn't recognise anyone I knew, ma 'am.

Oh, well.

I hope you can make some sense of it.

Oh, would you like a receipt for it? Oh, no.

Just a promise that you'll bring it back.

I'll do my best.

Thank you.

You'll earn your money.

Someone calling himself Ginger Roberts.

Age, 45, 50, 5 foot 9 or 10, blue eyes, reddish hair, cut fairly short.

A week or so ago, had a place somewhere up near Highbury.

This was taken six months ago.

One or two people might want to talk to him, but we want to talk to him most,

and very soon.

Now, all I want from you is where to find him, and quick.

Seven o 'clock, tonight, outside Mooney's.

Be there, and bring the news.

Right, cheerio.

Regards to the family.

Pretty lucky.

You need some help, Peter?

Oh, no, thanks, ma 'am. It's just protein.

Only for you to pick up your time. Oh, no, right. No, I wasn't thinking of. I

was going to say, help yourself to my aspirin.

You know where it is?

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

That sort of stuff can make you go blind, you know.

Yes, ma 'am.

Why a panda?

Why not?

I used to drive one.

Anyway, don't lose it.

They only eat bamboo shoots. It'll starve.

A lot.

A few.

How about you?

A few.

Any of them serious?

No.

You? No.

When you've been married once, it makes you a bit careful somehow, doesn't it?

Getting involved, hey.

How's about Patrick? Would you like a lot or a little?

Well, not too much.

What was she like?

Her wife?

All right, mostly.

What about your husband?

Oh, he was a swine.

You still love it?

Ten out of ten. How about you?

No, I never did love her.

Only the job.

She said.

Sorry. What for?

Didn't mean to hurt you. You didn't?

Do you like a lot of garlic?

As long as we both do.

Still almost impossible.

What?

Remembering you're a policeman.

Mm -hmm.

Well, I might be able to help you there.

Look, when we've eaten, you go to the theatre on your own, eh? I'll catch up

the box office.

I've got to stop off to see a man about a fox.

It'll only take ten minutes, so don't worry.

I'm not missing the beginning.

I'm not going in without you.

I'll be standing outside.

But if you're late and someone else turns up... No commitment.

Right.

Mm -hmm.

As usual, superb.

Is this a joke or something?

No, Captain.

You're seriously claiming for going all the way to Morden and back?

Yes, Captain.

By taxi?

Yes, Gov. It was an unfortunate... Where were you? Why did you call in for a

squad car?

I had to make a split -second decision, Gov, and unfortunately I made what you

could call an error of judgment.

You certainly did, because I ain't going to sign it. And don't expect any

sympathy. Ginger Roberts was my informant, right?

So when he goes missing, I'm the one who'll decide what steps to take to find

him and in which direction. Morden?

How much do you pay for that useless bit of information?

Nothing, Gov. I had it on what you might call the Old Pals Act.

Oh, maybe it's time you found some new pals, yeah?

Yes, sir.

Look, far be it from me to tell you how to do your job, but this old boy, the

one that's known as the Colonel, he usually has his ear to the ground. Have

thought of trying to tap him?

No, I hadn't, but I will.

Thanks for the tip.

Your old mate, Tommy Butcher's back in circulation.

Came through on today's information.

Well, that should brighten up life a bit.

If ever I catch up with that blank, blank Croft, I'll blank, blank have him

it's the last blank, blank thing I do. It's a prison letter. Yeah, it's not a

bad writing style. No, I'll look forward to that. He's a big, strong lad, is our

Tommy. Yeah, and dangerous with it.

Oh, yeah.

You know, I sometimes think you missed your vacation.

You should have been a villain.

I never had the education, Guff.

This is the closest I could get to it.

Neil?

Yeah? Who's that?

It's me, Steve.

Oh, hang on, mate.

What have they done, giving you the afternoon off? I've come back for you,

We can make it in an hour.

They sent you to fetch me?

I wouldn't be here if they had.

It's me that's asking you.

You're the one person who's going to get through with honours. You must be mad!

No, Steve.

I was never going to get through with honours.

Ever.

Inspector Griffin made that quite plain.

Inspector Griffin?

He asked you to resign?

I don't believe it. Why?

They've a lot of experience.

They soon get to know quite a lot about you.

They're a pretty shrewd bunch, instructors.

Yeah, well, they wouldn't be instructors if they weren't, would they?

Look, Karen and Paul know. I've told them.

So now I'll tell you. Come in.

Hell, Neil, is that what I... You'll be OK again tomorrow.

You've got quite a right up, you know.

Don't know your own strength, eh?

Hello, is Carrie Harrison there, please?

And you don't know where she is, and you've no idea when she'll be back.

No, just the same message again.

Yeah, thanks. Bye.

with which he's performed a great variety of tasks.

I hope he's blushing. That's the news tonight.

Good night.

Mum?

What's the matter?

What are you doing? Why are you here?

Well, I've, er... I've turned it in.

Did he say anything else?

No.

He didn't really want to talk about it. He just kept saying that he'd handed in

his formal written resignation, and that was that.

Russell. Look,

is it vitally important, can I phone you back a couple of minutes?

Yeah, you'll love it. Right, cut.

I'm living my troubles. Look, I just wanted to unburden myself.

Why not?

Look, do you want to take the rest of the day off, go home, try and sort it

No, thank you. Not in the frame of mind I'm in. I don't think that would be a

very good idea at all. What frame of mind is that? Oh.

hungry, disappointed, let down.

What sort of frame of mind is he in? Oh, truculent, obstinate, uncommunicative.

Tongue -tied? Right, yes, that's the word.

Did he give you no reason at all?

Homesick? He didn't believe it. Oh, it's a conventional excuse for all those who

drop out, isn't it?

Sometimes it's the truth.

Only last weekend he was telling me that I wasn't treating him like a grown -up,

that I'd got to accept he was living away from home now.

So what do you think is the reason?

I think not knowing is what's depressing me most.

Look, a couple of chief instructors down at Hendon, they're mates of mine.

Well, it's not much. If you like, I'll make a couple of phone calls, see if I

can find out. Oh, I don't know, maybe especially... No.

Right, yes.

Please, ask.

Russell. Maggie.

Yes, Jo.

Thank you so much, Lady Hyam. So kind of you to come in.

You call any time you're passing, lovey, won't you?

Thank you. Bye -bye.

Oh, ignorant cow.

I never knew there were still people who actually said they didn't know much

about art, but they knew what they liked.

Anyway, my pet policeman, how lovely to see you.

I was so hoping you'd come yourself and not send one of your minions.

Well, actually, I'm a minion. Oh, but not for long. One day you're going to

great power.

Anyway, my darling, did you have any luck?

Thank you very much for lending it to us.

My love, I'm really quite a big grown -up girl, you know. Please do treat me

like one.

Policemen are always the same. The answer to did you have any luck isn't

you very much for lending it, darling, now, is it?

Sorry.

No, it was absolutely no use to us at all. Except I was intrigued to read

the interest of the princess.

Oh, her. She's boss for Britain.

You know, sweetness, one thing did occur to me when I was thinking about it in

the sauna.

Yes? Well, I'd never known of anyone who was actually called Ginger Roberts.

I rang round all my friends and they'd never heard of anyone either.

Well, to be devastatingly honest, darling, I think someone's having you

not a real name.

It's a made -up one.

Ah.

Well, yes, thank you very much. I'll certainly pass that on. Feel free.

Oh, but go on. In return, tell me what it's all about.

Look, I would if I could, but there's absolutely nothing to tell you. It's

an ordinary, routine inquiry.

I do have a reputation for being terribly discreet about all sorts of

I'm sure you have to be.

Look, thank you very much for your help. Will I see you again?

Commit a crime.

Look, there is just one last thing. I wonder, would you mind just taking a

at these?

See if there's anybody here you recognise.

What? Well, I recognise them all.

You do all of them?

Could you tell me who they are? Of course.

Would you?

Sweetheart.

And then not coming to the phone when I called?

I wasn't there.

And we said, didn't we? No commitment, no strings.

I'm just surprised, that's all.

At what?

Well, it's all the same, isn't it? All this women's lib.

When you get down to it. I mean, treat me as an equal. Don't behave differently

just because I happen to be a woman. Then the first little thing, pow.

Bob, what are you talking about? Look, I stand you up outside a theatre.

I can't help it. But as far as you're concerned, that's it.

Is that what you really think?

Yes, you do, don't you?

Here we go again. Did some other bloke come along that you fancied? You went in

with him instead, no?

By the time it was playing, you weren't coming. It was too late for the box

office to be set.

Shouldn't have said that.

Apologies, too.

One each.

I don't know this place.

Never been here before. It's too far out.

It's got its own atmosphere.

Just remember, never come here again.

Hey, listen, Carrie.

Please, let me go. I'm sorry, Bob, but really, it's over.

For someone else.

Aren't we too grown up for that?

Just interested, that's all.

All right.

Okay.

Good luck to him.

I'm not going to say sorry, Bob.

I enjoyed it.

Thanks.

No regrets.

The principal buyer from the ceramics department of Maxwell Amigas of

Knightsbridge, the London correspondent of the Morgan Morton Gallery of New

York, the chief accountant of Art International, and Lord Lawrenson, vice

-president of the Royal Society of Engravers on Glass.

Best team of high -class jewellery thieves in the country.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, go ahead, go ahead.

But Mr Ginger Roberts isn't going to find it very funny, I can promise you

Professional snout giving us dark information.

So do that for his cutting his own throat.

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

Someone's sussed him out and has promised to do something very nasty to

unless... Unless, unless word gets round quick that we've struck him off our

books. Which he can now rely on, that's for sure. Right, I want him found, I

want him pulled, and I want him charged with everything we've got on him.

He might even find that a bit better for his health than being nailed to a floor

somewhere. Oh, yeah, Mrs Rees -Ogleby did say too, sir, that she felt that

Ginger Roberts probably wasn't his real name.

Well, she is very bright, isn't she?

Well, I was just passing on what she said, sir. Oh, would you like to pass on

message back?

Sir?

You did well.

A lot of hard work.

Good effort. Well done.

Thank you, sir. In return, you can have yesterday's tea break. Go and treat

yourself in the canteen.

Very much so.

Oh, look, Bill, I know this is a very... Oh, it's... Henda, did I find out? You

did save her time.

I phoned both the chief instructors. Now, it's a bit depressing, I'm sorry,

they haven't got a clue.

He was at class in the morning and in the afternoon he wasn't.

He just went?

Well, he left a letter at the desk for the commandant, walked out the door and

that was it.

And that's the truth? That is the truth. Sorry.

Well, look, I don't know if it'll help, but do you want me to try and talk to

him? I can't.

Well, I'm going to be up your way later. Do you want me to drop in and see if

he's at home?

Yes? No?

Well, I've got to sound terrible, but... Well, no, you wouldn't, would you? But

look, Bill, don't try and talk him out of it.

No, I wouldn't. No. No need to worry. No, I know. Sorry.

It's not easy, is it?

Yes? Your own kids? They've just come in. Fortunately, better than anyone.

Usually end up finding a lesser burden than everyone.

Yeah, you can feel bad about it. At least it does me.

Story of that.

Oh, God. Bob Croft.

Well, how dare that?

He said his name was Jolly, I think it was he said, sir. He said, could you

him a buzz? Yeah, I might just do that. Yeah, I might give him a buzz.

So it explains it, old boy, doesn't it?

Nasty thing, bronchial asthma.

Did the right thing lying up at his lady friends.

No wonder we couldn't find him, what? Now, listen, Jolly. Ah, don't worry, old

boy, don't worry.

You see, I can help you now, can't I?

I was just wondering about money, though. Well, you couldn't be speaking

better fella to have you wondering about it. Not one penny until we get him, is

that clear?

Right, he's got an appointment. Where?

What time?

And will he keep it, though?

Oh, he'll definitely keep it, no question about that.

There is just one other thing I ought to tell you about him, though.

Yeah?

What train are you going on?

Where from?

Well, because I'm going to come and wave you off, aren't I?

Of course I'm going to be there.

Look, come on up the door, Neil. I'll have to go. I'll see you later. Platform

6. Right. Cheers.

Hello, Steve. Hello, Mr. Lusser. Do you mind?

Sure.

All through.

I was in the vicinity.

Yeah?

Look, uh...

I'm not going to insult you by beating about the bush.

Is that all right?

Oh, please.

Now, your... Your mum's a bit upset about you dropping out of trading

But she's even more upset that she doesn't know the reason why.

So all I've got to say really is... If you can, Steve, tell her.

I told her.

You told her homesickness, huh?

Now, she thinks that's the conventional cover -up.

Now, we know each other well enough, or at least I hope we do.

I can't tell her the real reason, because it'd hurt her.

More than not knowing?

Yeah, I should have known better. You're right.

Out of order.

It's not for me to interfere. Look, I was stupid, Mr Russell.

I thought I knew myself, and I didn't.

But just like that, I suddenly knew... it wasn't me.

And to tell her that would hurt her?

Sorry, Mum.

The kind of world that you live in and the kind Dad died in...

When it finally comes down to it, it's one that I don't want to belong in,

thanks.

Homesickness.

Well, at least that's a bit of a compliment, isn't it?

Yeah. It's a bit of a compliment, you telling me. Thank you.

Come on.

Was it really that sudden? Out of the blue, just like that?

No, I suppose the feeling must have been there all along.

What finally clinched it, though?

One day, no warning, in the gym.

They divided this up into two groups of roughly the same...

Size and weight.

They threw us a couple of pairs of boxing gloves and said, right, go in the

and get stuck into belting hell out of each other until we tell you to stop.

They put me in with my best mate.

And he didn't even try to defend himself.

He just stood there and he let me hit him.

And I stopped because it made me feel sick.

Neil, what was his name?

Finch. Lad from Sheffield.

Not a fighter, no.

Well, how do you know?

A couple of your instructors. I talked to them.

Did they tell you other things about him, too?

They'd never been away from home in his life before, not even for a day.

He couldn't cope right from the start.

He was homesick. And?

And that they told him that, in their opinion, it would be better if he didn't

go on.

Did they say why?

Yeah.

And is your next question, am I like he is?

No, I haven't got a next question, Steve. I'm not asking you a thing.

Yeah, but you'd like to know all the same.

All right, I'll tell you.

The answer is no, Mr Russell, I'm not.

My auntie used to suffer from asthma, didn't you?

Fourteen doctors, nine specialists.

None of them could come up with a thing.

My gran always said there was nothing to beat the good old jug of boiling water

on a towel.

Did it work?

Well, no, not really.

How often do you get these attacks?

Look, don't strain yourself. You'll only make matters worse. Just write it down

on there and leave the rest to us.

It's just your solicitor's name and phone number.

Well, then you can see him after you've seen the doctor and before Detective

Chief Inspector Russell arrives.

Well, Steve, I think... Is that Mona?

I've come to see her. Yeah.

Did she ask you to try and get me to change my mind? Nope. Would you if she

No, absolutely not.

And I'll tell you why.

You see, that's exactly what Hendon's for.

It's not just for them to see if they think you're suitable. It's, well, it's

there for you to weigh things up, consider, decide for yourself whether

think you're suitable for the force.

There's no shame, no blame attached to dropping out more than one in three do.

Anyway, good luck, Steve.

I expect your mum's pride will be a bit hurt, but, you know, there's also a part

of her I'm sure that will just be it.

Bit glad, huh?

Watch it, Ginger.

All right.

Doctor's on his way.

Feeling any better, are you?

Well, they reckon, you know, these attacks are brought on by stress.

Is that true?

Don't try and say anything. It'll only make matters worse. Now, your brief is

not here yet.

You know what he'd say. You know what he'd advise you, wouldn't he? Not to say

word.

Now, when he does get here, we're going to come and read to you, all right?

There's only 16 charges, so it won't take long.

But, uh...

I can't really see you copping much less than ten years, can you?

Well, now for the good news.

You gave us a right old runaround, didn't you? But I've decided not to

wasting police time.

A bit generous of me, don't you think?

I thought so, too.

So don't you let anyone tell you that we policemen don't have hearts, eh?

Hello, Rob.

Sorry. Don't be.

I help myself. It's delicious.

Where did you learn this one from?

Oh, you know, around.

I can get over it. Before you left home, you couldn't even open a tin of baked

beans. Without breathing up in Mrs. Beaton's fur.

I've got a confession to make. I didn't have any lunch, so look, I'm afraid I've

helped myself to more than my share.

That's OK.

It's all your share. Oh, great.

So, when did you eat?

I didn't.

I'm eating out.

Oh, are you?

Out, Mum, out.

On

your

own?

What? Are you eating out on your own?

Oh, come on, it's only natural to be interested, isn't it?

Sure.

Karen Williamson and Paul Gould.

She's five foot five, she's got green eyes and brown hair.

He's five, ten or eleven. He's got fair hair. He's got a mole on his neck, just

about. I'm not in training school now, you know.

You know he came round to see me this afternoon, don't you?

Bill? Yes, you said him out.

He's a good bloke.

I'll ask him.

He said you were worried because you didn't know why.

No, not really.

I told him.

Yes?

Do you want to know?

If you want to tell me.

I just didn't want to hurt you.

And I'm sorry if it does, but I didn't like it.

And perhaps it's not the right time in my life, but I just didn't feel it was

me.

Deep love.

That doesn't hurt me.

I don't know, it sounds ridiculous, but I am, it's true, I am. I'm glad.

Not no forever, Mum.

Perhaps in a couple of years I might start thinking about it again, but for

my heart just isn't in it.

Good for you.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Keep forgetting.

That art book. Thanks very much. How much do I owe you?

What?

What art book?

Oh, it wasn't you.

No, of course it wasn't you. Oh.

Look, what is all this? The other day you were asking me about money. Now it's

book. What's it all for?

I mean, you've never been much interested in art.

No, well, people change, don't they?

I've got a nephew who is. I'm just trying to keep up, that's all.

Tommy Butcher's not wasted much time getting up to his tricks again.

He's seen last night in a car in Tooting Broadway along with Johnny Pinkley

and... Yeah, I thought... Oh, hello. Hi.

Now I was hoping you'd ring.

No, I'm fine. How are you?

It was you.

Yeah. Of course it was you.

No, I...

I'm reading every word.

Getting quite interested.

What?

Oh, that'll be lovely.

I haven't been to the tape for years.

No, really, I'd love to.

Look,

can you hang on a second?

There's something in the office with me.

But he's just going.

Hold on.

This is, um, very private.

Confidential.

My nephew?

Jamal?

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