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Sometimes I said, yeah, feeling alone.

No one to talk to. I got no telephone.

Andrew, I keep a clearance for her use.

Make sure she's ready. Will you?

Yes, indeed.

Five minutes, Lorraine.

Okay.

Why do we have to burn the rubbish?

I thought we paid poll tax to have this not taken away.

You've paid yours, have you?

No.

No, I will be as soon as the forms come, like.

As soon as we find out where I live, like.

Ken?

This is my partner, Ken Boone. Ken, this is Mr Drummond. Hello.

Hello. He's going to be storing some furs with us for a couple of days. Ah,

fakes, though.

Nothing too valuable.

That's right.

Right, then.

This way, Mr Drummond.

I'm not serious about renting that warehouse, Andy.

It's not to block all the couples in there.

Perfect,

Mr Crawford, perfect.

Oh, I know the place needs cleaning up, but, I mean, your furs will be perfectly

safe here, Mr Drumcold.

Good, good.

As long as there's no ruts about.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, of course not.

Ken Boone. Fiona Harper.

Come in.

The seat.

Thank you.

Would you like a drink?

No, it's a bit too early for that.

For me too, in normal circumstances, Mr Boone.

But these aren't normal circumstances.

It's my husband, Dennis Harper.

I've written the address on the back.

As I mentioned to you, he's, er... He's thrown me out into the streets

with the clothes I stand up in.

And he's moved a new girlfriend in already.

He's very businesslike, Mr Boone.

Likes things cut and dried, you know.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, come on.

It's all right.

Don't worry.

OK? Women wearing sunglasses.

It's a dead giveaway, isn't it?

You've either been hit or you've been crying.

Everybody knows.

Anyway... I'm staying with an old friend in London at the moment.

I've got a solicitor, but... You need some evidence, eh?

That's about it.

I can read your thoughts, Mr Boone.

Yes, he is quite a lot older than me.

It's funny.

You'd have imagined it'd be the young wife that gives the older man the

runaround, wouldn't you?

Right, well, I'll phone you as soon as I know I'm getting somewhere.

Well, I'm not quite sure where I'll be.

Let me call you.

Yeah, yeah, OK.

But don't worry, all right?

They need some soap in here, Charles.

Yes, and I'm telling you, Mr Robinson, that it is not the new plaster sweating,

as you put it.

It's the old damp coming through again.

Harry. Just a minute.

Yes, what is it? The furs.

They've arrived.

Rob, we'll stack them up where I told you, all right? The thing is... Yeah?

They're not fake.

They're real.

How do you know?

Well, they're still attached to their original owners.

I was told to deliver them here. What do you think, this is a bloody zoo?

I can't help that. I'm not taking them back.

I'll go and get on the phone to him now.

They're packed in like sardines. It's awful.

How do they breed in there? It's so cruel.

I've a good mind to let them out, I tell you.

Don't you dare.

The thing is, Mr Crawford, I thought you'd say no.

Yes, well, I'm saying no now.

Come on, get him out of here, pronto.

He's only for a couple of days.

Well, what are they for, anyway? I mean, where are they going?

They're going to Belgium, the pedigrees, for breeding, you know, for pets.

You'll be asking me to feed them next.

If you want, Mr Crawford.

Thanks.

Mr Drumgold!

Mr Drumgold!

Listen, Mum, I've been thinking.

Oh, not now, love. It's Coronation Street.

Let's get away for a couple of weeks.

The sun.

The canaries.

On your wages.

Weekend in Cleethorpe's more like.

Don't worry about the money.

Just worry about Jack and Vera.

Go on, Thumper.

There, now.

How's that?

That's a kick in your neck.

Now. If you're good and you're down to tell Uncle Larry I've let you out, I'll

bring you some din -dins.

Rocky. You've let them out, haven't you?

Harry's going to kill you.

I know.

Yeah, buddy.

Come on, Harry.

Harry. Harry!

What?

I'll get them all back in the boxes, Harry. I promise you.

You're bloody right you will.

Crawford Boone's duty. Good morning.

One moment.

Fiona Harper.

Fiona?

Yeah. Listen, I think I've got all you need.

Nice bunnies.

They are.

Look. Don't you?

Look at this.

Right, because I'm really angry now.

Come on.

Come on. Out.

Out with you.

All right.

Gotcha.

You'll be rabbit pie tonight, you two.

Look, I'm sorry about this. It's never very pleasant.

That's my jacket she's wearing.

Bitch.

All my stuff's in the house. Jewellery, everything.

Come on, you pull through, love.

You're still young.

Aren't I just?

I'm still a bloody kid, really.

He promised me the moon and I fell for it, right?

Then he got bored.

You men, are you all like that?

No.

Not you.

Well, I'd better be going.

Can I ask you a favour?

I mean, say no if it's out of the question.

Try me.

I want to pick up some of my stuff from the house.

But I don't want to go alone.

I'm frightened.

If Dennis turned up, I don't know what he'd do to me.

Or if that woman turned up, what I'd do to her.

Well, I... It's not illegal, is it?

We've got the keys.

Technically, you have a right to the place.

I shouldn't have asked.

I'm sorry.

When were you thinking of going?

Now.

Yeah.

Is that the RSPCA?

I want a reported teddy boy who's being unbearably cruel to some rabbit.

She hasn't certainly made herself at home, has she?

That's my dresser.

And that.

Clothes are all mixed up with hers.

Beginning to wish she'd walk in.

Take a look at the dressing table, Ken. There should be my jewellery box in

there.

Huh. Is it?

Yeah.

At least he hasn't pawned it all.

These are earth.

Tempting, isn't it?

Are you all right?

Ken, would you wait for me outside?

I want to... Well, this is my home.

I'd like to be alone for a couple of minutes.

Yeah, all right.

Thanks, Ken.

And I mean that.

That's why I'm staying in London and my... All right, well, I'll send you a

bill. But don't worry, it won't be for much.

It'll be a few weeks before I'll be able to pay you. I spent the last of my

petty cash at the hotel.

So, I want you to have something by way of a deposit.

Oh, no, no, come on, it's not necessary.

No, I'd like you to have it.

It's not worth much, but it's pretty.

Give it to a nice girl when you meet one.

Oh, come on, I couldn't take that.

Dennis gave me that.

On our first and only anniversary.

I'm sure he's never going to wear it.

Please.

Hey, come on. Train's going.

Hey.

Take care.

And you.

Good luck.

Got you.

Oh, it's beautiful.

It's worth a few, Bob, Ken.

It's white gold, that is, you know.

You're joking.

Oh, 300, I reckon.

Who's that?

I'd better get this back to her. I'm sure she doesn't know the value of it.

Excuse me, miss. Arthur Dixon, RSPCA.

Do you have some rabbits on the premises?

These rabbits are packed in like sardines, Mr Crawford.

How could you dream of keeping domestic animals in these... How many times do I

have to tell you that they didn't tell me that they were live animals?

A rabbit's lot is not a happy one, as a general rule.

Oh, the lucky few end up as pets.

The rest, cat food, fur coats, or worse.

There's nothing we can do about that, what's the pity?

But while they're still alive...

We can try to look after them as humanely as possible, can't we? What do

mean?

Or worse?

Look, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you 48 hours to have them shipped

out of the country.

Or to have found them more suitable accommodation, or we might have to

prosecute. Prosecute?

Can you do that?

We most certainly can.

Ah, this must be the teddy boy.

Do you think it was kids?

To be honest, Mr Harper, I don't.

They didn't take the video.

And kids always take the video.

Sometimes it's the only thing they do take.

How much cash was in here?

Couple of hundred.

That's all.

But that bureau's worth over a grand.

If I find out who did it, I'll do the same to them, I tell you.

Well, uh... Sergeant, there's dabs all over this. Look like a fella's. Oh,

Well, go and have a word with the neighbours now. They might have seen

something.

We'll do our best, Mrs. Harper.

You do more than your best, Sergeant.

You find them.

Good evening.

She says he's at a meeting, but she doesn't know where.

I'm coming right over. And to keep him there if he turns up.

Come on, Rocky.

What's on me for?

You never know. A teddy boy that frightens old ladies might just come in

Come on.

A statement from the woman next door.

There's a description of the man with the bike, taking photos.

Mean -looking bugger, burned like.

There's no form in the fingerprints.

Oh, now, that's a shame.

Terry, see what you can dig up on Harper, will you?

What for?

I didn't take to him.

Besides, we might as well do something. All we've got is this, which probably

bears no resemblance to a man who probably wasn't the thief.

Yes? Yeah, put her through, will you?

Sergeant Brian speaking.

I'm sorry to trouble you, Sergeant, and this may be nothing at all, but a rather

shady character came into my shop a little while ago, trying to sell a

bracelet. Can I have your name, please, miss?

Well, I'd rather not if it's all the same to you.

It is a jeweller's, I take it, is it?

Yes, indeed.

Now, I didn't get the chap's name, of course.

but I did take the precaution of making a note of his registration number as he

left.

You got the vehicle registration number, miss. How very diligent of you.

Actually, it was a motorbike.

Stand back a bit.

Don't look so bloody moronic.

All right?

Mrs Drumgold? Yes?

Harry Crawford.

Who? Harry Crawford.

He spoke to my secretary about 30 minutes ago.

Oh, that Harry Crawford. My husband's not back yet. I'm sorry. Oh, that's no

worry, Mrs Drumgold, because Rocky's here.

You can wait for him.

He can't. I'm sorry.

Where is your husband, Mrs Drumgold?

He's at a meeting in Colwick.

And I don't know when he'll be back.

Good day.

I wasn't frightening enough, was I?

Was I?

I'll be in touch.

Bye -bye.

Terry, Mrs Harper reckons it is her bracelet.

That's handy.

The owner of the bike.

What?

Collick's an industrial estate, isn't it? Yes, mate.

Why?

By the way, he's coming turned up in Dennis Harper.

Form? No, no.

Weirdo's burnt down.

Some people have all of them.

Detective Sergeant Brian, CID.

Can I have a word?

Yeah, come in.

There he is.

How the hell did you know he was going to be here?

Finally, I own powers of deduction, Rocky.

Or worse.

Good luck.

Good afternoon.

Oh, uh...

Hello there.

Your rabbits have had an unexpected visitor.

The RSPCA, as a matter of fact.

Oh, dear, dear, dear. Yes, that's what he said.

And he also said that keeping them in those boxes constituted inhumane

treatment. All right, all right. But it's only for the time it takes to ship

them out.

Not half as inhumane as the treatment they'll get when they arrive, eh?

Eh? How do you mean?

Ironmans! It's a cosmetic firm.

I wasn't born yesterday, Mr Drumgold, with another factory in Belgium.

But that's progress, that's science, Mr Crawford.

So I've decided, Mr Drumgold, that I'm going to impound your rabbits and I'm

going to find a more suitable accommodation.

Well, you can't do that.

Really? Well, perhaps you'd like to complain to the RSPCA.

So what was all that about, then?

I'm not a hippie, rocky, or a vegetarian, but I do draw the line at

animals for the sake of a new brand of mascara.

Arrested? They found the bracelet and everything.

Look, calm down, Laura, calm down.

Easy, easy.

There's been a mistake.

It'll soon be put right.

Right?

Now, look, you find me Jack Stenning's number, will you?

Will you tell me exactly what happened?

I didn't steal them at the hotel.

Where did you get them, then?

Doesn't matter. I got them, that's all.

Oh, Laura, you've not been home more than three months. How could you? Don't

worry.

Stupid, stupid girl.

I'm getting my own back at last, Mum.

And don't call me stupid!

What are you talking about?

Ken Boone, for a start.

An anonymous jeweller?

It's obviously her, for God's sake.

Well, to me, it isn't.

Look, are you sure you didn't do it, you know, for a laugh or a bet or

something? Of course I didn't do it. What about this neighbour?

I mean, didn't she see me with a woman?

I'm afraid not.

She only saw you taking photographs one day and carrying a suitcase out of the

house the next.

Look, Sergeant, why?

Why would I break into a house in broad -blooded daylight?

You tell me.

Interview suspended 1733.

You make it.

What the hell's going on, Steve?

I'm in the middle of taking a statement. That's what's going on.

You aren't going to charge him.

Look, he was seen taking photographs in the street, carrying a suitcase away

from the house. His dabs are everywhere and a stolen bracelet is sitting in his

office.

I know he's a mate, but it's an open and shut case, Ted.

What's his story?

He claims it was framed by a client.

Well, do you want to check it out? Of course I'm going to check it.

Good. But you stay away from this case. This is my collar, all right?

You can't see him, Mr Crawford. It's procedure.

He's not being charged.

You're ridiculous.

Jack Denning's officer, Mr Boone's solicitor.

May I have a word of my time?

That's different.

Once he's been charged, we'll sort something out with the custody officer.

Oh, Steve, this is the prisoner's brief, Mr... That's Denning. How do you do?

D .S. Bryant.

Harry Crawford, my client's partner.

Ah, yes.

Boone mentioned you.

No, it was a mistake.

I mean, you know that, don't you?

See Mr. Stennings through, would you? This way.

Sergeant. Hey, Sergeant.

But Kent's never been in trouble with the police before. He's always worked

closely with the force.

Both here and in Birmingham.

So how have you got the gall to lock him up?

Look, even though I've got enough evidence to charge Boone twice over, I

going to check out his story. Good, good, good.

And by the way, I'm getting a little tired of being told how to do my job.

well, I'm very sorry.

But, Mr Bryant, if you take him to court, if you charge him, even if he's

not guilty, he can still be on the end of our business because mud sticks,

doesn't he?

We'll see what turns up, all right. It'll be the finish of him. He can't go

to the fire brigade because of his burnt -out lungs. I don't know what he'd do.

Boone was in the fire brigade? Yes.

So was I.

No, Sergeant, I haven't lost a set of house keys, and neither has my wife, and

nor are we in the habit of lending them to people.

No.

That's nasty, eh?

It's almost as if someone bore you a personal grudge, Mr Harper.

Listen, Bryant, I'm aware that your clear uproar for house robberies is

one in a thousand, but I'd appreciate...

Less of the insinuations.

Now I'm a busy man.

Of course.

Of course.

I'll see myself out.

Good evening.

The sergeant's only doing his job.

Maybe this Ken Boone fellow is telling the truth. We don't know.

Which side are you on?

We may have lost a set of keys. He had every right to ask.

Terry, I've drawn a blank at the hotel, likewise at the Harper's house.

Did you get a result from the fire brigade?

You're not going to believe this, Chief.

Try me.

It's not my key, Harry. What can I do?

But look, Ted, you've been framed.

If he's been framed, then there's only one person who can help him. Who?

You.

I can't believe I could be so stupid.

It's a well -worked sting.

You have to hand it to her.

Yeah, but why me, Jackie?

That's what I can't work out.

You don't know her?

You've never met her before?

I think yours was the unlucky name out of the hat.

Yeah, but I mean, the Harpers, they must know her. She's got their door key.

I mean, why can't you go and have a word with them?

Because if I so much as ask either of them the time, I'm interfering with

witnesses.

I can't talk to them.

Well, Harry can.

Ah, still I am, Mr. Stennings.

Good.

Right.

Right.

1985,

Smallheath, Birmingham.

There was a warehouse fire.

Were you called to that, Ken?

It was your patch, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was. Why? Well, the warehouse belonged to Dennis Harper.

He sold up after that and moved to Nottingham.

A colleague of yours received fatal injuries in that fire, a chap called

Blake. Was he a good friend of yours?

Yes, he was, as a matter of fact.

So what?

I think you hold Dennis Harper responsible for your friend's death.

Harper's a very unpleasant man, it's understandable.

But I'm afraid I'm going to have to charge you.

Rocky. How are you, Ken?

How did you sleep?

What do you think?

Why are they holding you?

How long are you going to be in here?

He reckons I might interfere with witnesses.

And being Sunday, I've got to wait here till the court opens tomorrow morning.

That's really mean.

That means we've got to find that girl today, Ken.

Because of my comfort of court.

I've got an idea who she is. I think I've met her before.

What? Remember that warehouse fire in 85 when Andy copped it?

Oh, yes.

Yeah, well, that warehouse belonged to Dennis Harper.

Bloody hell, you're right, it did.

Yeah, Brian hit me with that yesterday. God knows how he found that out.

Well, that was something I said, Ken.

Who was this girl, anyway?

Remember, that fire was no accident. It was talked by a 14 -year -old girl who I

caught on the premises.

You gave evidence at the trial, didn't you?

Oh, my God.

Yeah, right, and five years later, she's back up here, seeking some sort of

revenge on me and Harper.

Are you sure it's the same girl?

Well, I can't be 100 % sure. Of course not. It's difficult to tell kids that

age, but I need to find her.

I've just put her on a bloody train to London.

What would be that difficult, Ken?

What's she called?

Well, they didn't name her at the trial, did they? She was underage.

You could have someone find her.

Both of you.

I don't know any more than I've already told the police, Mr Cassidy. The room

wasn't booked in anybody's name, and no -one here remembers seeing this Mr

Boone. Maybe the person who previously had the room could have kept the key and

come back and used it again. We don't use keys any more.

Every guest gets one of these, individually computer -printed. And when

check out...

Thanks anyway.

Good morning, Garden Court Hotel. How can I help you?

Oh, Miss.

Yes. Yes, maybe you can. I was looking for my friend, actually, who's staying

this room.

Fiona Harper.

She's about your age. I don't suppose you've seen her about, have you?

You must have the wrong number. There's a fella in there.

Oh, maybe I have.

She usually wears this expensive -looking suede coat, a tan colour, with

on the collar.

Does that ring a bell?

No. Oh, well.

There was a woman here yesterday with a coat something like that. But not in

there. She was in one of them.

Yeah?

But she wasn't my age.

Nearer 40.

And foreign.

German or something.

No, I don't think that's right.

Thanks for your help anyway.

Oh! Oh, sorry.

Hello, uh... I'm trying to find Liz Simpson.

Is this still her number?

She moved to Nottingham.

You don't know where, do you?

OK, thanks.

The London address doesn't exist. Neither do the solicitors.

Oh, well, no surprises there.

But I managed to track down Andy Blake's widow, Sally.

Oh, good girl, Laura.

And the girl's name is Lorraine Simpson.

What are we going to do with the rabbits, Harry?

Well, look who it is.

Can I come in?

What about the keys?

Lorraine Simpson had keys to that house. She must have got them from Harper or

his wife.

So they're lying to Brian, or one of them is.

Well, I'll go over.

No, you can't talk to them because that would be interfering with the witnesses.

You take them. I don't want them here.

And the jewellery?

What jewellery?

She lifted two grand's worth of cash and jewellery, Liz.

I don't see what's so bloody funny about it.

No, you wouldn't, Dennis, would you?

You never did have very much sense of humour.

Listen, though.

I don't want any of it back.

As far as I'm concerned, Ken Boone nicked it, and he can go down for it.

Then what did you come round for?

I had to know for sure, that's all.

Wear it, sell it, do what you like with it.

I'm going to keep that girl out of my life.

Is that what Pooh Grand buys these days, Dennis?

A guilt -free conscience?

He died in the fire.

I never knew that.

Birmingham was before my time, Mr Crawford. Dennis and I have only been

three years.

And he was a hell of a nice fellow, too.

And you know, Mrs Harper, the remarkable thing is that his widow bears the girl

no real hatred whatsoever.

I'm sorry, which girl?

Well, the girl that burnt the warehouse down, obviously.

It was Arson?

Well, yeah.

Didn't you know?

No.

No, I didn't know Mr Crawford.

Oh, yes, I'm sorry.

I assume that... No, Ken and I think that it was she who broke into your

house.

We presume that you or your husband had seen her again and given her the keys

for some reason.

It's funny.

You think you know all about somebody and... Who was she?

And why did she burn down Dennis' warehouse?

Well, Lorraine Simpson was her name.

And why has she come back?

Well, perhaps your husband has the answers, Mrs Harper.

This is Harry Crawford, Dennis.

He's a friend of Ken Boone's.

Get out of this house, Mr Crawford.

Dennis! Don't worry.

I would just go in anyway.

And thank you very much for the coffee.

We've met before.

Remember? Ken and I were both in the fire brigade.

And if my memory serves me correctly, we're saved, Master, your way and ours.

As far as I'm concerned, the police have solved the burglary.

The fact that you and Mr Boone used to be in the fire brigade is of no interest

to me whatsoever.

I'm sorry.

I want to thank you, Mr Crawford. I hope you find her.

Who the hell is Lorraine Simpson?

Detective Sergeant Brown, please. Who is she, Dennis? And how did she get the

keys to this house?

And who did that?

Don't ever question me in that manner again.

I don't remember him in the hotel.

I don't remember him in the cafe.

What's the matter with everybody?

Let's go round with their bloody eyes shut.

Rocky, you're driving me mad.

I'm going out to feed the rabbits.

It's a nice jacket. You?

Borrowed it off a mate.

Good, isn't it?

So it's Mr. rather than Mrs. who's lying, eh?

That makes sense.

It was his warehouse, after all.

Lorraine could be anywhere in Britain, Ken.

If Harper does know where she is, I mean, he's not going to tell us, is he?

We'll have to fill in Brian on all this.

If he doesn't buy it, we're up the proverbial creek.

To the devil.

Mr Crawford, you stay away from my witnesses, thank you.

I'm sorry, you can't see the prisoner.

Instructions from the officer in charge. But I know where she is.

Who?

Uh, look, I'm sorry. Could I speak to Detective Sergeant Hatchard, please? Is

about?

Let me ask you this.

If there is a link between this Lorraine Simpson and the break -in, why doesn't

Dennis Harper provide it? Because Dennis Harper was hiding something from his

past, from his present wife.

No, we know that, Ken.

He never told her that his warehouse was deliberately torched.

No.

This is something else he never told her, something much more important.

Ken!

Ken, I've got it.

The coat with the leaves on it. It belongs to the German across the hall.

Slow down.

What are you talking about?

You see, she borrowed the coat from a room across the hall.

Now, how did she get it?

The same way she got into the room where you first met her, with a passkey.

She worked there. She must do.

And she borrowed the coat to cover up her uniform.

The boy's a genius.

You're going to pull her in?

I'm sorry to leave you at such short notice.

I'll miss you here.

My mother needs me full -time, really. She can barely walk now.

I wish you and your mother well, Lorraine.

Can I pick up my wages now, rather than you send them to me?

I'm sorry for all the trouble she's caused you, Mr Boone.

Listen, Lorraine.

A good friend of mine died at that fire.

Whatever you've got against Dennis Harper, was it really worth a close

I spent four years in one institution after another for that bastard.

And you know what?

I'd do it again.

He's your father, isn't he?

Yes, I'm afraid he is.

How did you get the keys, Lorraine?

He came to see me just before the trial.

He'd moved to Nottingham by then, and I'd stolen from his coat.

He must have known it was me, but he never said anything.

To embarrass, I suppose, by his criminal door.

What do you reckon, Mum?

Stop it, Lorraine.

He never gave us a pissy penny.

They weren't married, so he didn't have to.

He'd turn up every now and again when he was broke.

Then he'd give him her last quid.

Laurie, don't.

Then he made it, didn't he?

Look, he got himself a big warehouse and we never saw the bastard again.

And you helped him boon.

He saved his warehouse and you put me away.

I was only doing my job, Lorraine.

I owe you one, Kent.

Any time I can do you a favour, you give us a bell, all right?

You can't now.

Take care of that kid.

She needs help and another stretch inside.

Noah, we can get a drink.

Yeah.

No. What does freedom feel like, Ken? Oh, not bad, mate. Not bad.

Come on.

Hello. Hello.

Mr Boone?

I'm glad they found her.

So am I.

Mrs. Harper?

What's my stepdaughter like?

Damaged.

But maybe not quite beyond repair.

Good night.

Good night.

You big fella.

Here's your nice new home.

All right?

Can't we keep the last two, Harry?

Certainly not.

Oh, what a shame.

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