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

Harvey, why does a love chip stay in my memory?

a pleasure to accept this cup and to take it back to Ashfordly where I feel

always belonged.

It's been a hard -fought battle and I extend my sympathies to the losers and I

thank you all here at Whitby for a really wonderful day's golf.

Thank you very much.

Well done.

Gene.

There you go.

Thanks, Gina.

So,

You don't see many Vincents on the roads these days.

No.

No, that was a real man's bike. Not one of your kids' toys from Japan.

It's a nice one. Where'd you find it?

A deal in Classic Bikes.

Buying, selling, restoring, you name it.

Much money in it?

Depends. Like any business, you've got to know what you're doing.

Gina, give us another scotch in it.

Buy into whatever Sid's drinking.

Right.

What have I done to deserve that?

I'll have a pint, seeing as he's paying. Thank you, Gina.

You are paying, aren't you, Claude?

Stick it on the slate.

No.

Here.

Don't keep the change.

I won't.

You're top and short.

Bring them over, will you?

Come in.

What are you up to, Lord?

You know, Sid, I was just thinking about your old dad.

Oh, aye? What about him? Whatever happened to them antique motorbikes he

Cos he gets up in the morning, then he goes to work at night, then he

comes back home at quite thirty.

Get the same train every time.

Cause his world is built on punctuality. It never fails.

And he's all so good.

And he's all so fine.

And he's all so healthy. With his body and his mind.

He's a well -respected man of our town. No one's ever seen so

conservatively.

Have you turned up yet?

I don't know, do I?

Something's gone wrong.

Are you sure?

If he comes in, we're not here. He's gonna kill us.

Oh, dear.

That's not a puppy.

That's it, I'm off. Hey, hang on.

Look, here he is.

Dave, is it all right? You got it? Not here yet, silly beggar.

You're Frank, right?

Yeah.

What are you scared of?

Nothing. You scared of me?

Well, you should be.

You messed this up, Malcolm, looking for you.

Both of you.

Why? You and who's army?

Have you got the stuff?

Here. We split the profits 50 -50.

Don't let me down now.

Excuse me, Michael.

You don't know me, but I overheard what you were saying about classic

motorbikes. Yeah.

Yeah, only I think I might be able to put my hand on a sunbeam.

Oh, yeah, Claude.

Don't worry, it's perfectly above board. I might be interested.

Yeah, I'm sure you would, but how interested?

You mean, what's it worth?

In a manner of speaking, yeah.

You see, the bloke who owned it died, you know, and his widow's got it now.

naturally, it's got a bit of a sentimental attachment attached to it.

Claude. It's all right, honest, Michael.

It's perfectly legitimate.

Well, the price would depend on the condition.

It's in tip -top condition.

I mean, it's not been used for years.

Oh, well, in that case, I could go up to something like, what, £100?

£100? Not at all.

When can I see you?

How about Thursday?

What, this Thursday?

Well, I'm only in these parts till the end of the week.

Meet you in here, shall I? About 12?

12 o 'clock on Thursday? Yeah, right.

Don't worry.

last bus.

Now what are we going to do?

Well, you know what they say, don't you?

What?

These boots are made for walking and that's just what they'll do. Making

bunkers. One of these days these boots are going to...

I think I've got a customer for the sunbeam. If we play our cards right, I

reckon it's about 20, 30 quid for it.

20 or 30 for that evil old metal? Yeah, but... Keep it to us, Otto.

Good night, Michael. Good night.

Don't be late in the morning.

Nice burning.

It might need cleaning up. Oh, I know.

That's where Bernie comes in. Oh, well, that depends.

Don't start moaning. You ought to go and check it over. I will. I'll do you

right. Anyway...

You'd better go home, and I'll come round and see you in the morning.

Well, I don't know what Ma's going to say. Oh, don't tell her what she won't

say, though, will she?

Come on, then.

He'll be all right.

Oh, hell.

He ain't going to run out to Petroly.

Looks like I've got a fracture there, Sid.

Oh, dear.

Oh, I'm sorry, Ma.

So I should think, giving me a fright like that.

I thought you were a goner lying there.

How is your head?

Sore.

Let's hope that'll knock a bit of sense into him at last.

I expect they'll want to keep you in hospital for observation.

They can't. What about the farm?

Well, never mind about that for now.

Thank you.

All right, Sid.

I'll see you when I'm on your way.

Any sign of the driver?

No.

It's Blayton's car.

Oscar Blayton's?

Yeah, morning, Alf.

Any news, eh?

No, no, I've been trying to track him down all night.

Quite sure he's in his house. Yeah, yeah, I went down there twice.

Here, toast?

No.

All right, then.

Yeah, I even checked his car. It's been hot -wired.

So it was stolen, then?

Yeah, it looks that way.

But why didn't he report it?

Answer me that.

Let's go and ask him. If we can find him, that is.

Morning, Gladys.

Could you not go for them papers yet? I wouldn't be doing it myself if she had,

now would I?

Are you sorry?

Sorry. My alarm clock didn't go off and I was up late last night doing my own

work. I want no excuses, young lady. I want you here on time.

I will be, I promise.

Well, get a move on then.

Otherwise you won't be finished in time for the school bus.

I will. I'll run.

Go on, love. What are you waiting for?

Do you think I could have this week's money today?

That's really up to me to blame.

Oh, please.

Go on, then.

Are you silly, eh?

Out! Now!

Well, it looks normal enough to me.

Hold on, Lizzie.

You've got the post office, haven't you? Sorry, Mr Ventress.

I'm late.

Mr Blaketon's in a bit of a temper.

Oh, Mr Blaketon.

Yes. I'd like to see you here.

Well, where else would I be? I've got a business to run.

Morning, Ventress.

What can I do for you?

Well, it's about your car, Sarge. Oh, what about it?

Oh, we found it.

Ah.

Well, I must say, I am impressed. I haven't reported it yet, and you've

found it.

It was stolen then, was it?

Uh, yes, but I haven't had time to, uh... What time did you discover it

Oh, this morning, about six o 'clock, I think.

Yes, about six a .m.

It was involved in an accident last night. A pedal cyclist was injured.

The car ran off the road into a wall.

Oh. Have you got the driver?

I'm afraid not. Must have legged it.

So, where were you last night, Mr. Blake? Well, I was here.

No, no, that's not strictly true. I was representing Ashfordly Golf Club over at

Whitby till about nine, ten o 'clock.

Well, that's strange.

Because I popped round here just after eleven and about an hour after that.

I couldn't get a reply.

Must have slipped through it.

I sleep pretty well after 18 holes of golf.

We won the area cup.

Oh, congratulations, Sarge.

Thanks. We'll need the statement in due course.

Yeah, I realise that.

I'll come back later then.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Do you want the good news?

What's that?

Well, your golf clubs, of course.

Okay.

All right, buddy?

No problem, Mr. Bradley.

CID going to take a look at it, are they?

Yep.

I should be down here tomorrow.

Have you done?

Yes, thank you.

Can I pick up the bike at the same time? Oh, going to mend it for him, are you?

Not his pushbike, the sunbeam. Sid said we could have it.

He never said out to me about that.

Probably slipped his mind.

You'll have to bring me cows in first.

Pardon? They need milking.

I can't do out with me arthritis.

I will never any good with cows.

Tell you the truth, I've always been a bit scared of them.

Go on.

Your dad kept cows.

Oh, I know. That's why I became a mechanic.

Don't talk daft.

Anyway, you're not picking any bite till my cows have been milked.

A constable will give you a hand.

I'm sorry, I've got rather a lot to do, Mrs Light.

All you've got to do is open them gates.

They know the way.

This time, do it for me.

Forget it, Bernie.

You can tell he's a farmer's son.

Took him on did all right, too.

And now, if you'll excuse him, he's really got to go.

Right, Mrs Lyons, we'd better have a look at this motorbike. You've got a

customer, then?

Well, I might have.

And what's he offering?

We haven't actually discussed that yet.

Ah, but whatever it is, you're going to split it with our Sid.

Is that the arrangement?

Well, sort of, yes.

Well, I wouldn't want to take Sid's share, but I think it would be best if

split it three ways, don't you?

Yes.

Come on, I'll show you the bike.

Well, where's the thumbby? You have to look for it.

You mean it's somewhere amongst this lot?

Well, it's all there.

Help yourself.

And Sid said it just wanted a bit of work doing on it.

I'm off.

No, you're not.

There's 30 quids worth amongst his lots somewhere.

Sorry, Alf.

But I think he's lying.

Never.

It's covering Sonia.

Look, Mike, we're talking about Oscar Blaketon.

Our Sergeant Blaketon.

Listen, he left Whitby Golf Club at about ten o 'clock. We know that from

steward. Right.

And the journey back to Aidensfield takes, what, about half an hour,

less at that time of night? He said the accident happened at 10 .45.

Which doesn't leave enough time for him to get home, someone to nick his car,

drive up to Burley Top's farm, and knock Sid Lyons off his bike.

Or maybe whoever nicked it was waiting for Blaketon to come home.

Why do you want to do that, though?

Well, there must be another explanation.

Yeah, there is.

The car wasn't nicked.

I thought you said it had been hot -wired.

Yeah, it looked like it had been. I mean, the wires had been pulled out,

And you think Blayton did that to make it look... Oh, this is plain stupid.

Anybody could have had an accident.

Yeah.

Yeah.

But failing to report it, that's a serious offence.

He'd never do that. What if he was trying to cover up something worse?

Like driving over the limit.

Mike, you're barking up the wrong tree.

Oscar Blaketon, he barely touches the stuff.

Okay, why don't you tell me what happened then?

Because as I see it, our Oscar's facing prosecution.

You just need a simple statement about what time you got home and that sort of

thing. I do know the form, Bradley. I've drafted one out. I think you'll find

I've included everything you need.

Yeah, that seems to be fine.

Oh, there is just one thing that's bothering us, Mr. Blaketon.

Oh, and what's that?

Well, if you got back here at about 10 .30 and the accident happened just after

that, then your car must have been stolen, well, just as soon as you parked

Are you implying I was driving the car when the accident occurred?

No, no, but it's just that... Well, it doesn't make sense, does it?

It's clear to me.

Apart the car. The car was stolen. The accident happened.

Have you lot gone woolly -headed since I retired?

No, all I'm saying is that whoever nicked your car must have been close by

you came home.

I mean, did you notice anything strange? Anyone hanging about?

If I had seen anyone hanging around, I'd have said so.

Now, will that be all?

I can't. I'm going to blow a top.

Oh, tell him it's the bus. We can catch the five o 'clock.

It's all right for you. You man don't get home till six o 'clock.

Oh, come on. It will be a laugh.

How about your team, ma 'am?

All right, then. You talked me into it.

Give her another chance, Mr Blaketon.

She's had enough chances already.

Don't be too hard on the girl.

I know you're worried about this business with your car.

I'm not worried about this business with my car. Cars get stolen all the time.

I'm just one of the lucky ones who gets his back.

Morning. Ah, Maggie.

Everything all right?

Yes. What can I do for you?

Well, I haven't had my nursing time this week. Just wondered whether it was in

yet.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I overslept.

I'm sorry, Mr Blaketon.

Sorry's not good enough, young lady. I told you yesterday to pull your socks

It won't happen again, I promise.

I know. I'm not giving you another chance.

You're sacked.

Please, Mr Blaketon.

Lizzie? Lizzie, you all right?

Lay down. That's it. Gently does it.

Oscar?

Ah, Bernie.

How's it going?

You're looking at a minor miracle, considering what I've had to work with.

There must be at least three bikes in that lot.

Just some getting well paid for this, Claude.

I wish you'd stop moaning.

I'll make sure you get a few, Bob. A few, Bob?

All right, I'll cut you in.

It'll make it a four -way split.

Well, when are you going to stick the rest on?

The front forks must be up at the farm still.

There's not much left up there.

Ah, there's plenty on it, but I thought I'd brought all the sunbeam. Well, it'd

be easy if you brought the lot down.

Well, you haven't got a temperature, so it doesn't look like an infection.

What did you have to eat last night, Lizzie?

Sausage, beans and chips.

Any breakfast today?

I didn't feel like it.

So had you been feeling faint this morning?

And then when Mr Blayton started talking to me, I just...

Have you ever fainted before, Lizzie?

No.

I'll do a blood test to make sure you're not anemic, but I think we should just

get you home.

No school for you this morning.

She won't sell it. It's about your car insurance.

What about it? I'd like to check it, please.

And your licence.

Well, they're both in order. What are you worried about? I'm not worried about

anything. It's Mrs Lyons. She's concerned about the mending of the wall.

Well, I expect my insurance will pay up eventually. Meanwhile, you can tell her

that I'll cover the cost of the repairs.

Ah, it's not quite as simple as that.

Paying for the damage is normally seen as an omission of responsibility, Mr

Blaketon. Is that right?

Well, I'm not responsible, Bradley.

I just feel sorry for her, that's all.

Well, I'll still need to see your documents. You know the form.

Oh, playing it by the book, are we? You wouldn't want me to bend the rules just

for you now, would you? Well, if you call into the post office later, I'll

produce them for you.

Right. Oh, and by the way, you haven't had any second thoughts about that

statement, have you?

Can you talk?

Yes, yes, I know, I know. But look, this is urgent.

I've got to see you.

How's it going?

Nearly done. The car's sound, so no problem there.

Any luck with the fingerprints?

Two clear sets on the steering wheel.

Really? And if one of them's Blaketon, the other one must be the thief's.

Right, thanks.

Did you find them front forks? No, they're there somewhere.

I brought them a lot. It's on the lorry.

Is this it, then?

The sunbeam?

What there is of it, aye.

It'll be beautiful when it's finished.

It'll have to be.

Can't see that bloke coughing up a hundred mecca for that.

A hundred?

Well, that's what he said, isn't it, Claude?

Thank you.

Hey, Bradley.

Yeah? You don't happen to know whether old Blaketon's on any medication, do

No, no, I don't.

He does have a heart condition, though. We found these under the passenger seat.

I'll need to confirm what they are.

Look, they've got lettering on them.

If I describe some pills, could you identify them for me? I'm pretty sure

seen them before.

I'll try.

What do they look like?

They're light blue and dark blue capsules with an MX on them.

Mm -hmm.

What did you think they were? Mandrakes.

You're right. Sleeping pills.

Are you Oscar Blaketon's GP?

Yes. Why?

You may feel this information to be confidential, but can you tell me if

been prescribed them recently?

No, no. I understand.

I understand. Let me put it this way.

If Mandrax capsules are being handed around in the area, then we could have a

problem.

But if they've been prescribed to Mr. Blayton, then, well, we know where

come from.

No, he hasn't been prescribed Mandrax, so we could have a problem.

I'm sorry about this.

I wouldn't have called, but I thought it was important.

It's all right.

Now then, what are you worried about?

Well, it's this business with the car.

I want to know where it was stolen from and why I didn't report it.

What have you told them?

Well, nothing, really.

I'm just trying to make them think I was taken from outside the post office.

But Bradley doesn't believe me, and he won't let go.

Oh, dear.

I've put you in a spot, haven't I?

It's the other way around.

I've made a mess of things, haven't been thinking straight.

Don't be silly.

If you didn't have me, you wouldn't have the problem.

If I didn't have you... What?

Don't know, really.

Oh, Oscar.

You are a lovely man.

Here I am about to destroy your reputation.

You're going to have to tell them the truth.

That's all there is to it.

I'm going to give two pence about my reputation.

It's you I'm worried about.

I'll do everything I can to keep you out of this.

But it won't be easy.

I bet.

Is it finished?

Well, it's finished.

But there is a slight problem.

What problem?

Well, I think there might be a bit of an AJF in there somewhere.

I think you might be right.

But you're the expert. You must have known you were sticking the wrong stuff

Well, I did my best with what you provided.

Well, you'd better have another look at what I provided, because it's all in

there somewhere.

Don't start that game. Just get it finished.

Mr Tyler! Mr Tyler, come quick, please! What is it?

What's happened?

Lizzie, quick!

In Blaketon's car?

Mandrax.

They're prescribed as a sleeping pill, but mix them with a bit of alcohol and

believe me, they can make you very drunk very quickly.

Well, has he been prescribed them?

No, no, I checked. So they must have come from whoever nicked the car.

Yes, well, they're already doing the rounds.

Phil's been at Dimitri's diner.

The owner reckons that two youngsters have been selling drugs.

What did the CID say when they found them in Blaketon's car?

Well, they didn't know for sure what they were, so they've sent them off to

division for analysis.

Have you told Blaketon?

No, I... I didn't know how to handle that one.

Oh, don't tell him. Leave it to me.

Can you go and pick him up?

What's the matter with her?

It looks like she's taken an overdose or something. Will you call an ambulance,

Mrs. Tyler?

What happened, Babs?

Look, I know you've been drinking, but I need to know what else Lizzie had

taken.

I don't know.

This is serious.

She could die if you don't tell me. Now, what has she taken?

It's diabolical. They should have locked him up in there.

But what if it wasn't late and driving the car?

Even if it was, this isn't quite the time to be having this conversation,

What?

Someone's got to say it, and I've got as good a right as anyone.

I'm sure you have, but I honestly think you're barking up the wrong tree.

Gina.

Say it again, please.

Well,

you've changed your tune a bit, haven't you?

Blaketon might be capable of a lot of things, most of which he's done to me,

I honestly don't think he'd walk away from an accident.

Hiya, Mike.

Hiya, Gina.

Has Mr. Blaketon been in by any chance?

Yeah, he's in the snog.

Right, thanks.

Oh, it's you.

Mr. Blaketon, could you come down to the station with me, please?

What, now?

Yes, please.

What for?

Alf Ventress needs to ask you a couple of questions.

Can't it wait till morning? I'm afraid not. It's really quite urgent.

What are you mucking about at? I thought you were going to finish the stock

beam. I think we've had a stroke of luck.

Let's hope it's good.

Very good.

I found this amongst all the other bits of junk you brought down.

Yeah? Well?

Well, it's off of Brough Superior, and we've got the rest of it. Yeah? Well?

Well, they go for about 300 quid.

Blech!

I think we can forget this all, Dean, then.

I think maybe the best thing is if you tell me exactly what's going on.

Well, I don't follow you.

Well, I'm talking about making false statements and obstructing the police in

the execution of their duty.

Every word in that statement I made is true.

Well, it might not actually be false, but it's certainly intended to be

misleading.

Well, I'm sorry, Alf. I don't know what you mean.

I stand by my statement.

CID found drugs in your car when they've taken them off to division.

Now, Mike Bradley's a smart lad, and he knows what they found before they do.

And you've got a chance to tell me what you're trying to hide, because when

they've analysed it at division, CID is going to be crawling all over this

business. And I don't think that this is going to fool them.

Drugs? What drugs?

Mandrax. Lizzie Tyler's having her stomach pumped out in hospital at the

after an overdose.

I want to know how they got into your car and where they came from.

Well, you're going to come clean with me or with CID?

The car wasn't nicked in Aidensfield.

Where was it?

Whitby. Whereabouts?

Grafton Road.

When did you realise it was missing?

Six o 'clock the next morning.

You spent the night there?

When did you report it?

I was with a friend. Been very involved.

Who?

Someone else, please.

I'll have to know.

Jean Ashdale.

Jean Ashdale.

As in Mrs. Jean Ashdale?

Yes. As in Chief Inspector Ashdale's Mrs.?

Like it or not, she's involved.

Well, I'd appreciate some help on this, Alf.

I'll help if I can.

But I have to know where we stand.

How long has this been going on?

A couple of years, maybe.

Just happened.

Gradually.

Both needed a bit of company, a bit of companionship.

D .I. Ashdale, he's never at home these days.

Even when he is.

They are. They have two words to say to each other.

Kids grown up, left home, you know what it's like.

Well, I've got an imagination.

Just started with the odd game of golf.

Quiet dinners together.

We used to find places where we knew he wouldn't be recognised.

Oh, listen to me.

I'm talking as if it's already over.

Oh, I suppose it is.

Well, that's between the two of you, isn't it?

Is it?

No strings, that's what we said. Just stealing time together.

That's the way she wanted it.

When you find someone you really want to be with, you go along with them.

That's what I did.

Now this has happened.

Well, you'll have to make a new statement.

And she'll have to make a statement confirming that she was with you on the

night in question.

Would you like me to go and see her?

It's the last thing she'd want. A police car turning up at her house.

I'm sorry. I wanted to try to help.

No, I'll go and see her.

Talk to her.

And I'll bring her to the station.

Well, I'll keep things as quiet as I can.

Thanks.

How are you feeling, Lizzie?

All right.

Good.

You had everybody very worried last night.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to.

I need to know where you got those pills from. I can't tell you.

I promised.

I'll go to the shorter promises that don't count.

You were lucky.

You could have died.

The next person mightn't be so lucky.

I've got him in the calf.

In his skull.

Dimitri's dad.

From two lads.

Now, we're going to catch them.

But it's very important that we catch them as soon as possible.

I need you to tell me their names.

Well, I made a right pig deer of it, and you're the one that's going to suffer.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

I chose to be with you.

We've always known there was a danger of being found out.

I don't know how much it's meant to me.

Half two years, knowing you.

Not just for you, Oscar.

You made a difference to my life, too.

Well, I'd never have coped with all my problems without you to think about.

I'd have been lost.

Look, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to.

You don't have to make a statement.

Mark doesn't have to know.

But that would leave you in a very difficult situation.

I'll manage, Jamal.

Very sweet of you, Oscar.

And very generous.

But I can't accept.

Maybe it's time Mark and I faced up to things.

I've known for years that he's been playing away, but I... We've never

about it.

In for a penny, eh?

Come on.

Let's go and get it over with.

We've got two names, Joy Sharp and a sidekick called Frank.

We've no address, other than the Meadow Estate.

Well, that's a start.

Now, we know that they picked up the drugs on Tuesday night, and assuming

they were the ones that stole the car, we know that the drugs must have come

from the same area of Whitby.

Hang on a second, Alf.

Wasn't the car stolen in Aidensfield?

No, it wasn't.

Now, we think that the drugs came off a boat in Whitby. So what do I want you to

do? It's to go to the Meadow Estate, find Frank and Joey, and find that

a link between them and a boat in Whitby.

Just a couple of questions, Alf.

What? How come Blaketon's car was stolen in Whitby?

It's a long story, and I'll tell you later. Yes.

What's Miffy's Ventress been putting in your porridge?

Hop it.

That looks nice, doesn't it?

Use the right bits this time. Do you mind?

Well, you seem to have knocked it together pretty quick. I've been up all

working on it.

Like one of the lads helping me, it's going to cost a fortune in overtime.

Yeah, I'm sure it is.

Don't worry, as soon as it's sold, you can give him a good bonus.

Eh? I thought I'd admit you sit up and take notice.

Well, will you have it completely done by dinner time?

Yeah, I wish you'd think so.

Don't think so, know so. I'll go and tell Gina to send Mr Fowles over.

Yeah, come on, like that.

This is Mrs. Ashdale.

Good morning, Mrs. Ashdale.

I'm sorry to ask you in, but we need a statement.

I quite understand.

Shall we get on with it?

What exactly do you need?

Oh, just a simple statement confirming that you were with Mr. Blaketon on the

night in question.

The time you arrived, the time you left.

Joseph Sharpe?

No. Well, that's very funny, because your neighbour said Joey Sharpe lived

there.

What you want?

Just a chat.

You won't mind us coming in then, will you?

Get out!

Frank, right? What is this?

Joey.

You've got a lot of matchboxes, Joseph.

Yeah? Well, I collect them.

You've got an awful lot of swaps then, haven't you?

Look. You've got no right to be here. Nothing to hide, have you?

No. Look, don't mess about, Joey.

Where's the mandrax?

What mandrax?

Lizzie Tyler overdosed last night. She's in hospital now and you put her there.

No, we didn't. Shut up!

How are we supposed to know she'd take that much?

You stupid.

That doesn't matter now, does it?

I'm glad that's over.

Well, our ventures is all right. He'll keep it to himself.

I'm sure he will.

But he can't keep our statements to himself, can he?

No, they'll have to go to CID.

Mark's locked.

And won't they have a lovely time?

Can't you imagine?

Yes, I'm afraid I can.

It's spoilt now, isn't it?

I'm sorry, Jean.

Truly sorry.

Oh, my.

So, what do we do now?

I don't know.

I might go and visit my sister down in Guildford.

All right.

I need a little time.

All right.

What have we got here?

Junkie, get up. Frank calling.

And one bag of mandrax capsules.

Oh, excellent.

I want one of them taken into the interview room, I want another in the

and I want a full statement, fast.

Look around where the petrol goes in, it's all... Oh, hello, Miss Fulton. Can

introduce my associates? This is Sid Lines and Bernie Scripps.

You've got the sunbeam, then. I've got something better than that.

A Brough Superior.

What do you think?

Looks a good one.

I thought you'd like it.

What do you think it's worth?

This could be my bike.

Oh, well, it can be as soon as you pay for it.

We thought about 350.

That's not what I'm saying.

This is my broth.

This was stolen from me 15 years ago.

You are.

You better call the police.

Don't look at me. They were my dad's bike, not mine.

Come on, lads. Get these reports finished.

What's the rush? I want to clear this lot off our desks.

Ask for the police.

Right. We'll get someone over as soon as we can.

Thank you.

There you go, lads.

Signed and sealed.

And there's mine.

Right, Phil. I want you to take the patrol car and take this lot off the

division as fast as you can.

So come on out.

Give. What?

Why was Blaketon's car on Whitby the night it was stolen, and why didn't he

us? Uh, let's say, sure, sure, Lafam, and leave it at that.

Sure, sure, La... Blaketon! Yes, and that's by way of an explanation, not an

instruction. So drop it.

D .S. Watson, who's in charge?

Uh, Al Ventress.

And those drugs in the filming car?

Yes. The idea of taking over the case.

Oh, that.

No. No, we've sorted that out.

We caught the lads red -handed. Case closed.

I'm sorry you've had to come all this way.

Well, can I see a file?

Oh, sorry, Sarge.

The file's already gone to division.

I think you'll find all the information you require is there.

Signed confession is the lot.

There's no need for you to hang around.

Er, all right, Phil. Off you go.

Right. That's that, then.

Better get out to division in the morning.

Oh, I almost forgot.

There's something right up your street, over on your patch.

There's something about a stolen motorbike.

Here are the engine numbers and the frame number.

They all match.

Is that right, Bernie?

Aye.

Well, it all seems pretty straightforward to me.

Mr. Foles has recovered his stolen property. Where was it found?

In Sid's barn.

And how did it get there?

I don't know. Dad were always messing about with bikes. I don't know how he

by them.

Will there be a reward?

Oh, there will not.

What about the sunbeam? Will you be wanting that?

If it was a genuine article, I might be interested.

Somebody seems to have put half an AJS in it.

I'll collect the broth later.

I'd just like to take a few more details.

All that overtime.

All that money in me back barn and I never knew.

What are we going to do with that?

Won't you climb on it and ride off into the sunset?

Oh, that's nice.

Compared to me first thought, it is.

I thought you'd like to know the latest.

Take a seat.

Would you like a whiskey?

Oh, John.

Try it then.

Let's have it.

Well, we've got the lads who stole your car.

Oh, good.

They missed the last bus to Ashfordly and they found your car with the quarter

light open.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Well, they made full confessions about taking your car, about the accident,

they'd done earlier.

And there was an older brother involved, Dave Sharp.

You remember him?

Yeah. Well, he's in the Merchant Navy now.

Anyway, the Whitby police are keeping an eye open for him for when his boat

comes in.

So when did you get these confessions?

This morning.

Just after you and Mrs. Ashdale had made your statement.

I suppose you'd call that ironic.

Maybe.

Have all the statements gone to division?

Yes.

But I thought the lad's statements were so complete.

The CID didn't need to have this.

These, sir?

Yes.

Yours and Mrs. Ashdale's statement.

I thought it was best for you to have them back, put her mind at rest.

Nobody else knows.

Staying out.

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

Heartbeat.

What does a love chip say in my memory?

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