All language subtitles for Heartbeat S06EP05 Something of value

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

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

Water these days and it won't be long.

You're gonna circle me and down the road
I'm going cause I believe.

Out.

Pollard's was turned over last night.

Pollard's? Thousands of pounds worth of
booze, lifted.

Well, didn't anyone hear the alarm?

It goes off like World War III, that
job. It was nobbled. I reckon it was an

inside job, Belf.

Oh, first I thought someone might be
after that old racehorse of mine again,

he's safe and sound.

Anyone see what could have made these
tracks?

No, but one of the tenants had a lorry
moving about the estate, so he called me

up. What time was this? About shortly
after midnight.

And what other livestock do you have on
the estate?

Just these. A few hundred or so. We'll
be counting them later today.

Control to Delta Alpha 2 -4. Excuse me,
sir.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 receiving.

I want you here, Rowan.

Right, Sarge. Just as soon as I can.

Right, it seems I'm nearly back at the
station, sir.

If there are sheep rustlers around, it
might be worth putting somebody on

at night.

But who?

I've had to lay off all the essential
staff.

Well, that might be what attracted your
visitors.

Yes.

Well, goodbye, sir.

OK, Ryan. Thank you.

We've got trucks and vans coming and
going every working day.

Burger alarms in perfect working order.
Are you sure it was switched on last

night, sir?

Yes. I did so myself.

Do you know the value of what's been
stolen yet, sir?

Could be £10 ,000 or more.

I want a detailed report on all this,
Rowan. Deliveries, pick -ups, statements

from the staff, including an account of
their whereabouts last night. And,

eventually, it's from you. I want a
statement on the security aspect.

And, Rowan, this investigation will be
your number one priority.

Right, Sarge.

I'll expect your report on my desk in
the morning.

First thing.

Just my luck.

I was supposed to take Joe out tonight.

Oh, it's a bit of a letdown for me, too.

Yeah, was it?

Well, I was hoping that we'd meet for a
drink tonight, after work, like.

Well, you heard what he said.

I'd better get on with that report.

Well, it'll have to wait, then, won't
it?

If it's important, Al. Oh, no, it'll
hold.

I'll see you at the Aidensfield Arms
when you come off duty.

Well, if you're sure.

Good business.

A bit of both, really.

I just wanted to say we can't go out
tonight.

You've had a better offer.

Well, if I start now... I might just
finish the report break once I'm

I'm looking forward to seeing you
tonight.

Well, only if we can't go out.

Not that we can't see each other.

Supper's almost ready.

All right, thanks.

Thank Eileen.

All I did was turn the oven on.

I was reading that.

Well, it's only a list of stolen boons.

No ordinary boons, Nick.

You're a wine expert now, eh?

I used to spend my summers picking
grapes in France. You learn a thing or

Such as?

Chateau Ikem, Chateau Lafite.

Your thieves have the very best taste in
wine.

Excuse me?

Aidensfield Police.

Hello?

Hello?

P .C. Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

Nick, it's Alf.

Hello, Alf.

I'm sorry I missed you at the pub.

Something came up.

Was everything all right?

Fine.

I'll see you then.

This must be a big case if you're all
putting in extra time.

Blaketon's orders. I think it's time to
impress HQ.

Brownie points for you too.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Where do you move on to after Adenfield?

I hadn't really thought about it.

Why? I was just wondering.

Well, I'd given up planning too far
ahead.

Why? What's wrong with what I do here?

Nothing's wrong with it.

But?

There must come a time when it stops
being a challenge.

Well, no, no.

It is still a challenge.

Anyway, I like it here.

Greengrass!

Morning, my lord.

I hope you realise it's illegal to shoot
people, my lord, even on your own land.

And I'm not doing anything wrong. I
mean, I was just, well, rambling.

Yes, you are, Greengrass. Empty the bag.

The casks were bought by customers at
the estates and laid to a bottle here

according to their specifications.

Did the Pollards buy all the rest of the
wine stored here?

No, all the state bottles.

The stolen items were still in their
original cartons.

Port, marked to show where the sediment
lies.

They may not leave the label.

They never are.

Not until they leave the premises.

The humidity in here destroys labels,
which is rather puzzling.

Nothing can be publicly sold without
authentic labels.

What if the idea is to profit from their
quality and rarity of value?

Well, the stuff they took, how rare is
it, Mr Loftus?

Rare as rocking horse droppings, Mr
Rowan.

You admit this is game, Poach, from my
estate?

Well, it's not really poached, my lord.
I mean, that cock pheasant flew into a

tree and it dropped at my feet. There
wasn't any point leaving it.

They attract vermin.

And the hen committed suicide with the
help of a poacher's shotgun.

Shotgun? The one hidden in your inner
pocket.

The rabbits, fair enough.

But poaching my game birds, Greengrass,
is not acceptable.

I can prosecute.

You mean persecute?

Or... Give you the chance to redeem
yourself.

What do you mean? Pay compensation in
cash?

Compensation in kind.

Your service is to keep intruders off
this estate at night.

Unpaid, of course.

Morning, Al.

Sorry about last night, Nick.

What was the problem?

We'll have to wait.

I got the impression it was urgent.

Well, it's sort of personal.

It's not the time or place.

So when shall we talk?

I'll let you know. Best get in.

Security check all staff off the
premises at night.

Mr Loftus and two of his senior people
actually lock up.

Anyone missing from the security list?

Two of the warehouse staff.

I've established one of them is on
holiday, the other, Brian Harper.

Took emergency leave to visit relatives
in London. Cheers, Phil.

When? The day the raid took place.

I want a statement from him as soon as
possible.

His wife said he's due back tomorrow.

What about the hauliers who picked up
and delivered from Pollard's the day of

the robbery? Only one delivery.

Local firm. I'm seeing the owner today.

Well, apart from a missing arper, this
is pretty dismal stuff, Rowan. There is

one possible lead.

Look at this list of stolen goods.

There's about 800 cases of branded
spirit and 200 cases of wine and port.

Wine and port is very expensive.

Must be rare stuff, Sarge.

Traceable.

Well, the bottles are unlabelled. They
won't get a decent price for it.

Why are they naked, then?

Well, maybe they had someone lined up in
advance.

Either that, or the thieves are rare
wine fanciers.

What are you doing here?

Well, you know, I'm employed by
Wallace's as a salvage, distributing and

disposing contractor.

What, you mean you're clearing out their
rubbish?

No, Dennis.

Is that all there is?

Yeah, that's it.

Who's that?

Dennis Cox. He's an old mate. He got me
the job.

Well, it's nice to see someone's looking
out for you, Colt.

Right, well, if you're finished with me,
I'll sort out the other rubbish.

Can I help you?

Mr. Wallace?

That's right.

PC Rowan, Adenfield Police.

I just need to ask a few questions about
your delivery to Pollard yesterday.

Oh, yes, my drivers are all clean.

So are their driving histories.

Any of them been in trouble with the
law? No.

I checked and double -checked, Mr.
Rowan.

Was it your first delivery to Pollard?

That's right. New contract.

Do you know the premises?

No.

Right.

I think that's it, then.

It's not my place to teach a man his
job, but I know this business most

do.

Well, I'd appreciate any help.

The man you're looking for is no
villain.

Are they odds on?

He's just a regular member of staff.

A bloke who happens to be strapped for
cash.

Well, thanks.

I'll mention that to my sergeant.

Well, I was hoping maybe it could be
later today.

Well... As I say, it's urgent.

Considerably more than our present
arrangement.

Aye.

Thanks. I'll see you later, then.

Oh.

Charlie Wallace, the local haulier. What
do we know about him?

Well, there's nothing on file, if that's
what you mean.

Well, what about the people that work
for him?

Well, give us a chance. Let's let that
check.

He's very good.

That's all we seem to get from him these
days.

Yeah, I don't know.

Any idea why?

Search me.

Why don't you try another little bit of
banana?

Want me to do it?

Good girl.

Want some more?

At night?

Shall I take over?

Yeah, thanks, Eileen.

Hello, Alf.

Is it a bad time?

No. No, come in.

Hello, Alf.

Hi, Lynn.

Can I get you something?

No, thanks.

What I came to ask... Anyway, the thing
is...

I'm short of cash.

Oh, I've got three pounds in my bag.

Thanks, but... How much do you need?

A lot.

I'll leave you two to talk.

I'll take Katie upstairs.

Come on, Peter.

Exactly how much?

1 ,200.

Give or take.

That's nearly two years' wages.

I know.

Well, I've had a word with the bank.

Well, that's what our house is worth.

And we've already got a mortgage on
that.

I've even been to a loan shark.

You're my last port of call, Nick.

Family crisis of some sort?

It isn't, it isn't.

Is Mrs Ventress there?

No.

No, and I don't want her to either, not
if I can help it.

Look, it's got to be sorted out, Nick.

How can I lay my hands on 1 ,200 quid?
That's a lot of money.

Well, there is something that's crossed
my mind.

But I don't think I've got a right to
mention it.

If it means I can help, let's hear it.

I don't know how to say it.

Go on.

It's about Kate, Nick.

About her insurance.

I remember you mentioning how much...
Oh, no, I can't.

It's not right.

Every last cent of that money is tied up
in a trust for Katie.

Let's see.

Right.

Any road, I'm obliged.

Sorry if I make it.

Al.

Al.

Al, wait.

Morning, sir.

Morning, Rowan.

That business the other night, we don't
appear to have lost any sheep.

Well, I'm glad to hear it, sir. Somebody
must have scared them off.

Oh, yes, sounds like it. Now, I've asked
Greengrass to keep an eye out in case

they show up again.

Greengrass? Well, why not? He treats my
estate like his own personal larder.

About time he paid his dues.

Are you sure you've got the right man,
sir?

Absolutely. Takes a thief to catch a
thief, Rowan.

Have you tried to contact Harper's wife?

A neighbour didn't know the lead's
address, Sarge.

Now, Harper clocks off, supposedly a few
hours before Pollard is raided, and

then he just vanishes into thin air.

Now, we need to find him.

I dug out the number of Harper's car,
Sarge, and circulated it in London. It's

his last known destination.

Is that it?

I've asked HQ for any information about
unsolved warehouse raids.

It's the one on this patch I'm
interested in, Rowan.

Yeah, but we still don't know whether
it's an isolated incident or part of a

pattern, Sarge.

Sorry, George.

It's rabbit or nothing.

If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have
put pheasant on my special menu tonight.

That's true.

What do I tell the customers who booked?

Lord let you down.

Bernie, do shut up. If you sold that
game on to any of my competitors...

how many times do you have to tell you
there is no game and there ain't going

be any game?

Oh, here comes Thor.

Morning, gentlemen.

Morning.

Busy at nights, I hear, Claude. Who told
you that? Lord Ashfordly.

Yeah, well, I must admit, me and his
lordship do have a certain arrangement.

Caught you at it, did he?

If you don't shut up, Bernie, you'll be
arranging your own funeral.

A van of some sort's been moving round
there at night.

You see or hear anything, I want to know
first.

You've got no worries, have you, with me
on the job?

Your lot are a little bit surplus to
requirements.

His Lordship's engaged me to be a
deterrent against its ne 'er -do -wells

poachers.

You ruddy old hypocrite.

HQ delivered this for you.

Oh, thanks.

Is Alfin here?

No. Said he had a medical appointment or
something.

Just about had it with him, mate.

Well, don't take it personally, pal.

Yeah, well, he moved a bit.

Mucked away with him.

He's got a lot on his mind.

That don't give him the right to take it
out on me.

I know.

Do you know what it's about?

It's not money, is it?

Why say that?

He's been back in the office, like
they're going out of style.

All secretive with it and all.

Are we going to open it?

I don't know.

Right, I've called you, haven't I? You
pair of little monkeys.

What are you?

A pair of little monkeys, Mr Greengrass.
Right, come here.

Now, look, you realise what you're
doing, don't you?

You take that smile off your face as
well. It's not funny.

You're trespassing on his lordship's
property.

They'd have hung you in the old days for
something like this, wouldn't they?

That's what she's stealing. And porches
like you, Mr. Greengrass.

Don't be cheeky.

Right, I'm going to let you off this
time. Go on.

Go on.

Hey, wait a minute. Wait. Come here.

Where did you get this?

We found it.

Found it? Found it where?

In your lodge.

Is there ever so many in there?

Hundreds, Mr.

Greengrass.

Right, well, look, I'm confiscating
this, all right, but you mustn't tell

anybody where you found it, all right?
Otherwise you'll be in very big trouble.

You understand?

Now go on, get to school.

Sarge. Huh?

Details were quite similar, Ray, during
the last three months.

Similar? It all wear house lockups. In
every case, no sign of a breaker.

Hmm.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

Bye, Alfred.

There's a few headaches in here.

Excuse me, the gates were open from
inside.

Too close to be coincidence, then.

Yeah, and they only took quick turnover
stuff, untraceable items.

Only the rare wines from Pollard's break
the pattern.

You and your rare wines.

So if Pollard's is part of a larger
picture, this changes things.

How, Sarge? Well, if there's no local
involvement, I'll have to refer this

investigation back to HQ.

There is local involvement, Sarge.

One Hawley's firm showed up at all the
ready warehouses on the date of all five

raids. What, Wallace Hawley is? Yeah,
local outlaw. Well, I read your report

Wallace. I mean, he's successful.

Gives lots of money to charities. That's
hardly the profile of a villain, now,

is it?

Ashfordly Police Station.

Yes.

Brown Harper.

Harper's been found.

Where is he now?

Right. Thanks for letting us know.

It's West End Central Police.

It seems they were called to a pub brawl
that had been started by Harper.

He's ended up in hospital with busted
ribs and concussion.

When did this happen?

Late Monday.

The night the raid took place. Any
explanation why he left Ashfordly?

Well, it seems that his marriage had hit
the rocks.

Well, if Harper's not the inside man,
who is?

I'm sorry to trouble you, my lord, but I
found a couple of little kids playing

about in that hunting lodge of yours,
and it can be a bit dangerous. It's full

of rubbish and stuff. I'll get something
done about it. No need to bother. I'll

clear it myself for you, no problem. Can
you get anything for us?

Who'd want to buy a lot of old rubbish
with us?

Only you, it seems.

OK, it'll cost you five pounds.

Five quid? Yes, payable at the estate
office and before a brick is moved,

Greengrass.

Mr Wallace.

What can I do for you, Mr Rowan?

I'll do.

The CID interviewed you in connection
with other warehouse raids further

That's correct.

Well, you didn't think to mention it.

Just routine, wasn't it?

Same goes for every other haul he is in
these circumstances.

Was there some problem with the
statement I made?

No, no, CID gave you a clean bill.

That's why I didn't think it important
enough to mention.

Now, on the night Pollard was raided,
you say you were at home entertaining

friends. That's correct.

I can vouch for Charlie.

I was with him.

Along with James Miller and Thomas
Thornby.

I don't see the point.

Will they work for you, Mr Wallace?

You'll need an independent witness.

Can you think of one?

None of hand.

Your alibi won't stand up without one.

Is this the truck you usually deliver to
Pollard?

Yes.

That's nice.

I'm fully taxed and fully insured.

I know.

I checked.

Claude, a word.

A word? You don't have tech chances.

Which one do you want?

How old do you know Dennis Cox?

I've known him for years.

Ever since you worked on the Ashfordly
estate?

What did he do there?

He did everything.

Electrician, bit of bricky end.

If he's done anything wrong, I'll tell
you something, I'll blame that boss of

his. Charlie Wallace?

He must have been bent away, chucked
money about.

How do you mean?

Gets you from all that gambling, doesn't
he? Organising poker parties. He's even

got your pal Ventress at it.

How do you know that?

I've seen them, haven't I?

So where do they play?

All over.

Joss Harrop's house. That posh gambling
club in Whitby. You know, Kendall's.

Oh, hello, Nick.

I just come from Kendall's gambling
club.

Mrs Aspie sends her regards.

To you and your mate, Wallace.

I think it's time I had a thought.

Feels unreal.

Like it's happened to someone else.

I wish it had.

Is it true Wally's covered your gambling
debts to the club?

Aye.

He was keeping a stack of my IOUs to
prove it.

Why didn't you say you knew him?

I wanted to, but it was too late.

He's a suspect in a robbery case.

He wasn't a suspect, I mean.

Not until after this rare wine turned up
as part of the haul.

So what's the connection?

Well, Wallace is a fanatic about rare
wine.

That's why I told him what was stored
down in Pollard's wine cellar. You told

him? Aye.

Well, only in friendly chat, like.

And you didn't report it?

Well, I couldn't.

Not until I paid him off.

That's why I was trying to raise the
money.

I can't believe I'm hearing this.

I'd have been out of my ear if word had
got out.

Well, it's over now.

I'm finished.

That's for sure.

Come on. Come on.

I

think

he was setting you up.

Well, maybe he thought he was buying a
friend in the force.

If he was planning to nick that wine,
I'd say that's exactly what he thought.

Once I paid him off, I'd have done him,
Nick.

Does he know you suspect him?

Well, I haven't seen him for a while,
but he must.

Well, in that case, trying to pay him
off is a waste of time.

You're an IO user of insurance. Shop him
and you shop yourself.

Are you sure he nicked that wine off?

Positive.

Why? Well, Pollard is just one of five
identical robberies.

The other's that mild one.

Well, do you think that Wallace pulled
them off as well?

Well, the evidence says whoever did one
did the lot.

But if it is him who's behind it, why do
something stupid like pulling off a job

on your own daughter?

If Wallace wanted that wine bad enough,
he'd do it.

Do I tell Blaketon, or do you?

Tell him what?

That you've been set up?

And by the prime suspects in this
investigation?

I've got a choice.

What Blaketon really wants is a result.

So what are you saying?

That if we handle this right, your
problem with Wallace could become part

solution.

Brayton? He's inside. I've had a word
with Phil.

The auction people?

Right.

A bit.

Yes?

Important developments, Sarge.

We know that Wallace's name keeps
cropping up in connection with these

but we've established that he was
somewhere else.

When they took place.

Not the night Pollard was burgled.

Well, where was he then?

Well, we think he was with the gang that
turned it over.

Do you?

Alf knows for a fact that Wallace is a
rare wine fancier.

Fanatic is more the word, Sarge.

Here's a list of rare wines that Wallace
bought at auction a few months back.

Are you sure about this?

Well, anyone that knows him socially
will confirm it.

Including myself.

Since when do my officers hobnob with
suspected criminals?

He's a popular man, Sarge.

Even you were impressed by his good
standing in the community.

All the more reason to doubt his
involvement in serious crime.

The stolen wines are unlabelled.

Only an expert would know what to take.

And Wallace is an expert.

He's never set foot in Pollard. How
could he have known what was stored

It's common knowledge, Sarge.

Alf was present when someone mentioned
it a while ago.

You're still a long way off proving a
case against him.

All we're saying is maybe we should step
up our inquiries, Sarge.

Very well.

I'll stay by the phone.

Now, if he bites, what shall we meet?
I'll give you a ring.

Right.

Nick, you know you've put yourself out
on a limb for me.

What more reason to get a result?

Get that down, yeah?

Oh, try.

That's for sure.

Just a few questions, Mr. Wallis.

I've told you everything I know about
these trades.

Well, that's not why I'm here.

Then what?

We're making inquiries into the
financial situation of PC Ventures.

to do with me?

Oh, PC Ventures joined Kendall's
Gambling Club earlier this year.

You proposed them for membership.

What's wrong with that?

Well, you admit knowing him?

Oh, yes.

What's all this about?

Well, has money ever passed hands
between you?

I'm not sure I understand the question.

You deny paying out sums of money to
cover Ventress's gambling losses?

Of course I deny it.

Well, Mrs Ashby at Kendall states that
you have.

Well, I might have done now and then,
but strictly on a temporary basis.

You sure about that?

I've told you everything I know.

Ashfordly Police Station.

PC Bellamy speaking.

Yes, he's here.

May I ask who's calling?

Very well.

Alf!

It's for you!

Hello?

What?

When was this?

No, I can't.

And I can't speak now, either.

All right, then.

Wallace wants to talk.

I'll fancy that.

He knew they were investigating.

I found out a few days back.

So long as he can't prove that money
passed between us.

He knows.

Muriel told him about the losses I
covered at Kendall's.

That's it, then.

I've had it, Charlie.

I've always been very discreet about our
friendship, Al.

What made them start nosing around?

Well, I was living above my means,
wasn't I?

There's always someone who's ready to
spread bad news.

So what happens now?

Well, they're pressurizing me to make a
full statement.

Danger is they might twist things to
implicate you. You know, the raid on

Pollard's. Well, they've gone, you.

It's Muriel's word that money changed
hands. I can fix that. Oh, that won't

Rowan. I mean, if I'm sacked, bang goes
my career, pension, the lot.

I'd better stand by you, Al. The same
way you stood by me over Pollard.

You couldn't keep Yaren's off that wine,
could you? You're wrong, Al. I'm a

copper, Charlie. I knew right off you'd
nick that wine. Even if it was true,

this would have a job proving it.

Well, lucky for you, I kept quiet.

If they knew that I'd told you about
what was stored in that wine cellar.

It might have proved very embarrassing
for us both.

What if they make a search and find my
IOUs?

If I had the cash, I'd buy them back
right now.

But you haven't.

And I can't afford to forget them.

Can I, Alf?

He's our man, Nick.

Has he admitted turning over Pollard?
No, not in so many words, but it's him

right. He's worried, Nick.

Enough to give back those IOUs? No, he
wants to hold on to those. He thinks

it'll keep his mouth shut.

We've got to get him back, Alf.

I think I've found out how he's getting
a man inside the warehouse.

I don't want to report him without those
IOUs.

You sure it's poor clothes?

I mean, it's got no label.

Well, look, it's old. The word poor
looks embedded in the bottle.

Looks like old.

Dump oil to me.

Why don't you keep your tiny little nose
out of it?

How much do you want for them?

Five bob a bottle.

Five shillings a bottle?

Five bob for someone to bet he brewed up
in the bath.

Betty, if you don't shut up, I'll sell
her one bottle and it's you with the

other. All right, seeing as it's you,
you can have the brace for five bob.

It's a deal.

What now?

Mrs Ashby, the manager at Pendle's
Gambling Club. What about her?

Well, yesterday she confirmed that money
had passed between you and PC Ventress.

This morning she calls and withdraws her
statement.

Look, I run a business.

You got to her, didn't you, Mr. Wallace?

Any more of this, I'll call my lawyer.

All right.

Have it your way.

But it won't help your friend Ventress.

Eh?

See, we don't like bent coppers, Mr.
Wallace.

So do yourself a favour.

If immoral, do not you.

Nick, look.

Where did you get this? One of my school
kids.

Oh, you know him.

Jimmy Harris.

What did he say? Where did he get it
from?

It's a long story, but as far as I can
make out, it's something to do with

grass.

Well, let me actually put it in here for
safekeeping.

Have you any idea how valuable these
are?

Valuable? It's rare vintage wine and
pork, Lord. It's worth a fortune.

Well, I didn't know it was nicked,
honest. I thought it was some Lord

didn't want. You know, it was some
family wine that had gone off. Is this

lot? The rest of it's in the old lodge.

Right, well, get it patched up.

And not a word about this to anyone.

Otherwise, you'll have Blaketon asking
the questions, not me.

Right.

You know, you were saying about that
port was vintage and a bit valuable. How

much is it actually worth a bottle?

Ask Nick.

Is it all there, then?

Yeah, including the stuff we picked up
from Greengrass.

Let's have a look.

We've got to tell Blaketon.

Yeah, but not yet.

Well, there's no way we can keep this
from him, Nick.

We won't.

We'll wait until you pay Wallace another
visit.

Don't see how that's going to help.

I'm for it.

Not if you can get your IOUs back first.

Trouble, Charlie?

Part of the stuff lifted from Pollard,
isn't it?

Where'd you get it?

A teacher brought it into the station.

One of her kids found it while he was
playing truant.

Any idea where?

Not yet, no.

We're going to get the kid to show us.

Lucky for you, I was coming off duty
when it fetched up.

How do you mean?

Well, no -one knows yet.

I thought you should be the first to
know, given our situation like.

How long can you sit on it?

Tomorrow morning.

Dennis, get over there and check it.
Right.

Take a seat now.

It's all there, Charlie.

Alf was right.

Might have been at it.

Anyone about?

No. No sign.

We've got to move it.

I really appreciate what you've done,
Alf.

So you should.

I reckon I've saved you at least ten
grand.

The wine wasn't meant to be sold on,
Alf.

Well, it's still money in your pocket,
in a manner of speaking.

A lot more than the 1 ,200 that I owe
you.

I never intended to call in the debt.

Well, given that I'm about to lose my
job and my pension, you'll be lucky.

You delay reporting the find until
tomorrow.

We'll call it quits.

All right.

But I want my IOUs back, if only for
peace of mind.

You called my bluff out.

Well, something to remember next time we
play poker.

Yes.

We've located the rare wine, Sarge.
What?

Hidden in a derelict lodge on the
Ashfordly estate.

That report of intruders on the estate
last week, Sarge, it was Wallace.

Fasten that wine away until we lost
interest in it.

So you're still convinced it's Wallet,
are you?

No question about it, Sarge.

Only someone who knows the estate would
use a place like that.

It was Dennis Cox with Wallet's psyche.

He worked there for ten years.

He's also the inside man.

How?

Well, the truck they use has got this
welded frame set underneath.

Now, Cox is a very small man.

He's hidden when the truck delivers.

And once inside, he slips out and stows
away until his mates arrive after dark.

We can't prove that, though, can we?

I hear Cox was sniffing around the old
lodge today.

So?

So I'm convinced they're ready to move,
Sarge.

Tonight.

You've had a remarkably successful day,
Rowan.

Hey, Gina.

Gina, you know them two bottles the
porter sold you? I've got to have them

Where are they? They're here.

They look nice.

Where's the two bottles that were in?

I've been to them when they decanted it.

Can you pour it back? I've got to have
it, George.

I'll refund the five bob. No way. You
sold them, right, Bernie?

A deal is a deal, Claude.

Yeah, I know, but I've heard it's a bit
old and vintagey. It could have gone

off. No, it's not. It's beautiful. I've
tasted it, Claude.

You'd better pour me a glass, then, so I
can see what all the fuss is about.

I'm told I've done you a favour, you
know, George. Do you know what this is?

It's rare vintage port, that.

It's worth about 20 quid a bottle.

Is it?

We'll have to put the price up, then.

That'll be five shillings.

Ah, we're really quits, Charlie.

Well, it's congratulations all round
from HQ.

Our stock has certainly risen in that
location, so it's well done, all of you.

Ah, Ventress.

Wallace has made some sort of claim
about gambling IOUs signed by you. Is

anything in it?

I don't know what he's talking about,
Sarge. Well, he claims he was tricked

of them by you and Rowan.

Well, that's par for the course with
nicked criminals, isn't it, Sarge?

I certainly hope so, because I've been
looking at the North Riding Standing

Orders for the conduct of police
officers, in particular Order No. 12,

paragraphs 13 and 14.

Do you remember them, Ventress?

It's just on the tip of my tongue,
Sarge. A constable must promptly

all lawful debts, and in case of any
failure to do so, must report in full

circumstances of the chief constable.

Oh, yes, Sarge.

Paragraph 14.

A constable is forbidden to borrow
money. This condition does not apply to

from banks, building societies or the
county council for articles such as

typewriters.

Is all this clear, Ventress?

Well, I'm very happy with our
typewriter, Sarge.

I'm very pleased to hear it.

Bellamy!

Tea cake's on me.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why doesn't love kiss stay in
my memory?