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What are you going to do about
that, Dave Storer?

What do you expect me to do,

run along the towpath
after him?

You lot.
You´ve always got an excuse.

"Thyme, sweet marjoram,
a little winter savoury.

"To these, put some pickled
oysters and some anchovies too,

"and a pound of sweet butter.

"This dish of meat is too good
for any but anglers

or very honest men."

Is that it?

Well, breadcrumbs,
that´s my contribution.

So, which are you then?

What?

An angler or a very honest man?

What´s to stop you being both?

Well, quite.

Let him be roasted

very leisurely

and often basted
with claret and almonds.

Oh, sounds smashing.
What is it?

Izaak Walton.
"The Compleat Angler."

The fish?

Esox lucius.

The common English Pike
or Pickerel.

Oh yeah, Pike.
Do a lot of that, do you?

As much as I can find,
which isn´t much.

So, how much do you pay for one?

Uh, oh, I´m sorry, I only
discuss that with my suppliers.

Where´s my parsnips?

Then,

add orange juice
and garlic after that.

Oh good. Pike.
Barry Wilkes loves it.

Margaret, Barry Wilkes

can´t be coming again !

He likes it here.

Cheer up, Chef,

he likes the food.

You don´t catch
Mr. Chukky Chicken

eating the mush his so-called
farms produce, do you.

He´s my best client
Henry, he´s yours, too.

Don´t rub it in.

You´re a tradesman, Henry.

You have to trade --
it´s the first rule.

Tradesman, am I?

What, a small town
greasy spoon merchant?

That´s nice.

Oh, don´t complain.

At least the place
isn´t full of yobs

calling for special fried rice.

Margaret, there are yobs
and there are yobs.

That were lovely, weren´t it?
Margaret?

Woman, softly:
Celebrity speech time.

"Pike the magnificent,"
"Pike the sublime,"

"Pike of pikes."

And this, roast parsnip.

It was wonderful,

as ever, Margaret.

This is the best restaurant
in the county, Margaret --

Oh, thank you.

Or my name is
not Mr. Chukky Chicken.

Oh, God, here he comes.

Some chicken...

Some egg.

Sit down.

Woman, softly: Be nice.

I´ll call her over.

Yes?

Yeah, I, uh...
I didn´t order this.

Would you like something else?

Yeah. A kiss.

On the menu?

Now, Margaret,

I had this made to celebrate

the 25 millionth
Chukky Chicken egg.

25 years in poultry,
and the reward

to myself was a golden egg.

What do you think?

Oh, Barry, it´s...

I know, I know.

Salt this end, pepper t´other.
Salt pepper,

pepper salt.

It´s just like Henry´s,

only I think it´s better,
but that´s just my opinion.

Please.

It´s excessive,
he knows, but --

I do think that
if a man works hard,

he´s entitled
to his little trinkets.

You should come to keep fit.

Well, I don´t think
it´s quite my scene.

You must have a swimming cossie?

Yes, I think so, somewhere.

So it´s fixed.

The swimming club
tomorrow lunchtime.

All right.

What´s he doing now?

´ere, who supplies the pike?
Well?

Well, what?

I was just saying to Steve,

do you know what I like
about this kitchen?

The opportunity it presents,
presumably.

It´s so orderly.
Outside the world --

Henry?

I was wondering
how you were.

Yeah, I´m fine, thanks,
but we´re busy, I´m cooking.

Look, a golden egg.

Oh,

very nice, Barry.

It represents 25 million
Chukky Chickey eggs.

The chicken that laid
the golden egg.

Goose, actually.

Lovely restaurant.

Sweet staff.

Bastard!

I was just thinking
about those pikes.

Where´s his spotted dick?

Well, it must be possible
to farm them.

Hey, that´s the gravy!

- Really?
- So what about pikes?

If you can farm chickens

and you can farm trout,
you can farm pikes.

Your pudding, sir.

Yes, thank you.

Enjoy.

What´s the hurry, son?

No hurry.

You were speeding.

No, I wasn´t.

What are you, a traffic cop
as well now, Dave Storer?

Constable Storer to you,
young Karl.

And you´ve been sniffing
the barmaid´s apron.

No, I haven´t. It´s vinegar.
I´ve been eating chips.

And what´s this then?

Your toothpick, is it?

That is a very useful tool,
that is.

That is going equipped, that is.
Get in the car.

Haven´t you got to read me
me rights, or something?

Yeah, get in the car or I´ll
kick you up the jacksie.

You can´t do this.

Watch me.

Crabbe

Isn´t it true that washer-uppers
get pickings off the plate?

Only after the waiters.

Well, whatever you are,
you are not a waiter.

What pickings?

Oh, God.

I don´t believe it.

The golden egg.

Yeah, well the yellow metal
ovoid, anyway.

Nicola, you better take it back
tomorrow morning.

No, give it to me,
I´ll deal with it.

What, no finders

Henderson,

one of the first things
they teach

young police constables
is just how dangerous

a little lost property can be.

Who left the door open?

What´s wrong
with those chickens?

Oh, not again.

Put that down, Mark.
Right.

I want you all to stay here --
stay here while I go in.

Stay here. Stay here. Mark?

- Yeah?
- In you go.

Go on, Barry.
Stay there, Lucy.

Crabbe He´s a bore.

And what´s worse is,
he´s a boor.

Oh, I´d love to say that to him.

"Barry, you´re
a boring big-headed boozer,

now buzz off and belt up,
you´re barred."

All his cronies
are councilors, you know.

Of course they are.
He´d make sure of that.

I´m just saying.

Yes, I know what
you´re just saying.

Barry´s friends
give Fisher orders.

Maybe. But not in my restaurant.

Oh.

Hello.

Oh, Barry.

Just got home and realized
he´s left his egg behind.

He´s been burgled.

Whilst they were here.

Oh, Barry, I am sorry.

I´m afraid Henry´s in bed
at the moment.

Have you tried the local police?

Oh, closed, yes.

What about Barstock?

Answering machine.

What about 999?

Oh, no, won´t come
unless the burglar´s there.

They´ll come tomorrow.
Well, I am sorry, Barry.

If 999 won´t help, I don´t see
what Henry can do.

All right, yes.
I´ll tell him.

Oh, Barry,
you left your egg here tonight,

and Henry´s going
to bring it round

first thing in the morning.

Okay.

Bye.

I wish you hadn´t said that.

The egg could have waited
a couple of days.

If I go round there tomorrow,
he´ll want me to get involved.

He´s going
to phone Fisher tonight.

At 1:00 A.M.?
I hope he´s wearing earplugs.

Ow!

That´s right, with an "F".

I can´t take any more of this!

I can´t believe it.
He´s ex-directory.

He´s probably frightened about
all those irate people

ringing up complaining about the
rotten service he´s providing.

Who?

Freddy Fisher,
that´s who.

I mean, whatever happened
to the Citizens´ Charter, eh?

I mean, all that cobblers

about customers
and quality of service?

Look at it.

Boarded up and useless now.

I bought this house

because it was specifically
opposite a police station.

I need a drink.

I don´t believe this.

They´ve pinched
the bloody Scotch.

Someone will pay for this.
Heads will roll.

My chickens.

Where are you going?

Bit of shopping.

Take this back, will you?

Oh, no.

Come on, you know what trouble

lost property causes policemen.

Thanks for all your help.
See you tomorrow.

Bye-bye.

Bound over.
Cor, what a waste of time.

Still, breakfast
weren´t bad, eh?

Karl?

- When do we get our hammer back?
- Karl, leave it.

I´ll decide when to leave it.

Write and ask.

What if we need some nails
knocking in?

Use your head.

Oi you,
Just ´cause he´s young,

he don´t need you
picking holes in him.

I know what your game is,
and I´ll have you.

Why don´t you leave us alone?

That´s your last chance.
Next time.

Come on, Mum.

Are you all right, P.C. Storer?

Yes, Mr. Cherry.

No, sir.
It´s him, sir.

Pikeys --

gypsies without caravans.

They´re a walking paradox.

No wonder they´re
always in trouble.

And the law is no help,
your tone implies.

The whole system is a farce.

The odds are stacked
against me twice.

Once in nicking them
because I´m outnumbered,

and a second time in bringing
them to court

because of the attitude
of lawyers.

Sir.

Bloody hell!

Come on.

Wait.

Do you love me?

Of course I do,
so let´s get on with it.

What´s a police cell like?

Are you doing it on purpose?

No, I just asked.

I´ve never made love to anyone
who´s been in a cell before.

You´re not doing it now.

Did they strip

I´ll show you.

Luce!

Unhand my sister.

Lucy.

Oh,

well, he smells of policemen.

Are you taking the rise?

Oh, Luce, save me!

Save yourself.

I only meant you´d spent
the night in the cells.

Don´t start.

How was dinner with Daddy?

Okay.

Like the pike?

Oh, yeah, you´re well informed.

Actually we didn´t have it.

Do you like fish, Pikey?

Yeah, lovely stuff.

My Mum left me
some roe and chips

in the fridge last night.

What, cold?

No, I didn´t eat it.

No, he was in the cells.

Yeah, I´ll have it for lunch.

Egg.

Like buses.

Nobody comes for 12 hours,

and then two policemen
come at once.

Ah, no, no, no,

I´m here in my
capacity as a restaurateur.

It would be better
if he came as a chef

and you came as a policeman.

Morning, Storer.

About time.

- Come on.
- Good morning, sir.

They came through here

and headed straight
for the lounge

and straight for my whisky.

- Malt, was it?
- Does it matter?

I was thinking about lists.

We´ll need a list
of the missing items.

Oh, is that it, Henry?
A list?

I´m sorry I can´t help
you, Barry.

It´s P.C. Storer´s case.

So you approve, do you?

He doesn´t show up
for 12 hours,

and when he does show up,
he starts making notes

about whether I drink malt
or grain whisky?

Sorry.

Never mind about lists,
how about doing some policing?

It´s been less than a month

since the last time
we were burgled.

I´ll be off then.

- Where are you going?
- Home.

Well, what about the burglary?

Look, P.C. Storer is
one of our best young officers.

It´s his case.
Yes.

So you´re just going
to leave me like that?

I´ve got a restaurant to run.

- Mrs Wilkes not about?
- Why?

We´ll need Mrs Wilkes´ help

to compile a list
of her possessions.

She has gone to see her priest.

Now, it comes to something
when the victims of crime

get more support and comfort
from their priest

than the police.

Thank you very much.

Bye.

Umm!

- No...you.
- Go on.

Hello, Crabby.

Is that a policeman´s frown
or a cook´s frown?

It´s
a "don´t call me Crabby" frown.

- Luce!
- Oh, Henry!

Where´s Henderson?

♫ Gone fishing ♫

You know, I think he´s after
supplying us with some pike.

Who, Henderson?

Yes, you should have seen him.

He´s got this huge rod,
can´t hold it. Ah-Ah!

When are we due some pike then?

Can´t say.

- Why´s that, then?
- Don´t know.

Fishing´s a mystery to me.

I´ll have to see
what my source says.

Are you keen?

On pike? Always.

As long as they´re
not too small.

They are straight, aren´t they?

Straight?

As in not iffy.
They are from a kosher source?

Oh, you can´t poach pike.
They´re like foxes.

How was Torquay?

Loved it. Tremendous.
The English Riviera.

What, Freezing, then?

More bracing.

How´s your Auntie?

Top form.

Good. We never missed you.

I hate to intrude
on this private grief,

but do we have
any customers at all?

We do, sir.

We have three,
we´re promised four.

Business lunches.

The crab pate, chef´s salad

and a soup, baked ham,
roast pork,

a steak and kidney,

unless we have any pike
on special.

Pike?

To celebrate
the 25 millionth egg.

Oh, God, he´s even brought
his lawyer for good measure.

Ah, Henry,
do you know Brian Cherry?

He is one of the senior partners
in Cherry Solicitors.

Yes, of course.
Brian, how are you?

And you know Roger.

I do.

I´m the Roger
with the 20 flat tires

in front of his garage, today.

I´m very sorry to hear it.

There´s just one more to come,

so why don´t you have a glass
while we wait?

You´re not too busy, surely?

No, uh, no. No, no.

Hi.

So you came then?

Yes, I even bought
a new costume.

It´s not your style.

Sorry to keep you.
Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

Hello.

Take a pew, Rev.

Tears in the mothers
and toddlers.

I had to pour oil.

Now, we´ve come to you, Henry,
in a professional capacity.

Clearly.

As a policeman.

You are our local policeman.

No, I´m not.

You´re local
and you´re a policeman.

Well, that´s different.

Mr. Crabbe.
The community is in crisis.

How?
Our streets are unsafe.

Here? Can´t say I´ve noticed.

I have to lock the church.

Have you been having thefts?

No, but you can´t trust people.

Only last night my cars
were vandalized.

Some yob broke into Barry´s
house and stole his goods

whilst he was here
in this very restaurant.

- They keep doing it.
- Shame.

They even helped
themselves to my Scotch.

Malt?

It´s not as if we don´t
know who it is.

- You do?
- It´s obvious.

We all do.

As plain as a pikestaff.

P.C. Storer
has him in his sights.

P.C. Storer.

Well, you know,
there´s no problem.

What do you need me for?

- Policing.
- Action.

An arrest.

Storer´s
out of his depth.

We want somebody who
knows what they´re doing.

- Who´s on the spot.
- You.

I can´t.

Why not?

Because it´s just not possible.

There´s a chain of command,
this is the police.

It´s not
a volunteer fire brigade,

I can´t just take off my apron
and go and man the pumps.

You haven´t retired, have you?

No.

How does
a serving police officer

find so much time
to pursue his hobby?

This restaurant is not a hobby.

Right. Well, what a wheeze.

You have a nice life here,
subsidized by the taxpayer.

Is that general knowledge?

Sorry, chef,
telephone call for you.

Excuse me.

It´s Mr. Fisher, sir.
Sorry. He said it was urgent.

Yeah.

Yes, sir?

Yes, sir, got that.

Glad you saw it our way, Henry.

So, where will you start?

With my flat tires.

With Karl Elves, who´s
at the bottom of it all.

Where shall I start?

I´ll tell you where
I´m going to start.

I shall start where
I want to start.

Which is?

Dave,
will you just go outside

and see if you can put your hand
in the window.

See, can´t be done.

But what´s that
supposed to mean?

Well, it means
that either your burglar

didn´t break the window
in order to get in,

and if he did he´s got arms

four-foot long.

See, there are no marks
on this lock at all.

In fact there´s no sign of
forced entry whatsoever.

Except somebody´s
stole our stuff.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Hello.

No, I didn´t order pizza.

I came about
the burglary, actually.

I can´t help you.
It´s untouched.

Too many books, you see.

It´s of no interest
to the average burglar.

No.

No, the hoi polloi
don´t read anymore.

Hmm, did you have your keys

when you came to the restaurant
last night?

Can´t remember.

Do you have them now?

Did they leave your sister´s
room alone as well?

Well, there´s
just no way of knowing.

Dad

Can I borrow your car?

No.

Fascist. Why?

Because you´re
too bloody dangerous in it.

Double fascist chauvinist pig!

I heard that the first time.

Is this the burglar or you?

And what are you --

the tidy bedroom police?

Do you have your keys?

Search me.

Excuse me,

have you finished up there?

Excuse me.

Barry,

did you replace the stuff
that was burgled last time,

you know, the TV,
video and stereo?

Food processor too, wasn´t it?

It was a word processor.
And it was two TVs, actually.

The insurance company
will want receipts.

Well, I paid cash
for some of them.

Paid cash for some of them.

I hope you give Pikey Elves
a hard time --

as hard as you give the victim.

Leave it with me.

Pikey Elves?

Karl Elves, sir.
A yob on a motorbike.

He´s a gypsy,
so they call him Pikey.

It´s a --

A what?
A slang word for "gypsy?"

You can´t miss him.

I´ve seen him
with those kids, you know.

- Those kids?
- Yeah.

Does their father know?

No, no, I don´t think
we ought to pass that on

until we´ve had a chance to have
a word with young Pikey.

The burglary wasn´t him
this time.

How do you know?

I nicked him last night.

- What for?
- Going equipped.

He was riding around with
a hammer under his shirt.

What, are you saying

he couldn´t possibly have
done that burglary?

He might have had time
just to do the burglary,

but he couldn´t have moved
all that kit on his motorbike.

And I certainly didn´t nick him
pushing a barrow through town.

Think he might have had
time to hide the stuff?

There´s nowhere.

No. It´s all boarded up.

So much the better.

I started my service here.

Oh yes?

The old days.

When there was
a good old desk sergeant --

guns were unknown
and people respected you.

And I didn´t have to drive
150 miles a shift.

As I say, the old days.

Yes, when men were men
and policewomen were as well.

Just cast your eyes
over that lot will you?

Looks secure enough.

Yes, but have you noticed,

these nails haven´t rusted --
why´s that?

Didn´t you say Pikey had
a hammer when you nicked him?

Yeah.

Well, I think we ought
to have a look inside.

Discreetly.

Let´s have a look
round the back, eh?

When the Middleton nick
was closed down,

we didn´t forget

to empty the lost property
cupboard, did we?

No, Guv.

Have you got the list you made?

Thanks.

This is not him.

This is too intelligent for him.

Yeah, that´s right.

There´s a certain flair
about this.

An awareness of the meaning
of actions.

I don´t see any microwave.

Oh, it´s their stuff,
all right, Guv.

And more besides.

Well, ,

let´s get somebody
down with a van, eh?

Right, I won´t be long, I´ll be
back before opening time.

Are you out after your pike?

Might be.

- Who is it, Steve?
- Can´t say.

Why?

Fishing´s a craft, isn´t it?
They like their secrets.

Oh, It´s all right, Nicola.
I´ll go.

Margaret.

What can I say?

I´m so sorry.

About what?

Cutting you like that
at the swimming club, of course.

Oh, that.

I was terribly distraught,

what with the burglary
and everything.

I´m sorry.

Well, since you´re here, you can
save me the price of a stamp.

What´s this?

It´s a letter to Barry
telling him

I can no longer
be his accountant.

Margaret.
He´s your biggest client.

Hmm. I know.

Well, he´s
my biggest ex-client now.

Bye.

Pikey!

Pikey?!

Karl?!

Karl?!
Will you answer me?

Karl, are you going
to get that door?

Oh, it´s you. What do you want?

Hello, I´m Detective Inspector
Crabbe and this is --

Yeah, I know who he is.

Pikey is what we want,

so there´s no good hiding him
behind your skirts.

Well, he ain´t here.

No, he´s not, is he?

Well, let
your hair down, Rapunzel.

What?

Never mind, do you think we
could have a chat anyway?

Please?

What are we going to do?

Yeah...it´s a problem,
isn´t it, Luce?

What would you do?

I don´t know.

No. I bet you don´t.

Well, luckily,
I have a fallback position.

And Karl?

Tea?

Yes, please.

So, what´s the problem
with Karl, Mrs. Elves?

Where to begin?

Kids today, Mr. Crabbe,
are a struggle.

Yes, has he got a job?

Not since he left school.

Hmm, does his father live here?

He died when Karl was a baby.

I´m very sorry.
I didn´t know.

He´s in trouble again, isn´t he?

I´m afraid he is, yes.

It´s not his fault.
He´s easily led.

I try.

I do.

He´s a good boy, really.

Of course, he is.

He´s a good son.

He is cheeky,

but he´s only cheeky.

I know.

Er...where did you get
the microwave?

What are you after, mate?

What does it look like? Fish.

Well, you won´t find none
in there.

Did I ask for advice?

All right,
I´m just saying.

Just being friendly.

There ain´t no fish in there.

I´ll let you know.

...many southwestern
and western areas.

Central areas will
be mostly cloudy

but should stay mainly dry.

Remaining areas of England...

Daddy?

Daddy.

I have an admission to make.

Well, go on.

Well, I´ve done something
rather stupid.

I loaned my keys to this place
to a friend

when we went out last night.

He comes from
a very poor background,

and, well, I just wanted him
to have a good dinner

and an evening
in front of the TV.

His house
hasn´t got any hot water.

The gas is cut off.

But...well, it seems he abused
the privilege and burgled you.

I am so sorry,
I know it´s my fault.

But I didn´t know
how to tell you before.

You were so upset and there
were policemen everywhere.

Oh, darling, darling,

don´t worry.

Sorry!

What about the other times?

Fancy a pint?

No.

Oh, just here
for the fresh air, are you?

No, I´m waiting to see
a man about a fish.

Has Crabbe asked you
to have a sniff around me?

What?

I´m not as stupid
as I look.

Then read my lips, hardnut.

I´m here for the fish.
And I´ve got to get back.

Oi! Oi!

Help!

Oi!

Help! Help!

Don´t just stand there.

You were right.
There ain´t no fish in there.

So what´s the plan?

Well, he won´t go far.

When he gets home,
we´ll nick him.

Meanwhile I´ll make us
some supper.

Now then,
what´s all that about?

Cheers.

Brr.

Steve?

- Oh, someone.
- Roger Paynter.

Threw his bike in the river
outside the Anchor.

Oh, that´s terrible.

Bloody yob.

So I brought them back here
to dry out.

What were you doing there?

For the pike. He´s Pikey.

Oh, you´re

the pike fisherman, Karl?

That´s right.

That´s why they call me
"Pikey."

Does that mean
you´re not a gypsy?

What

We´ve found the stuff, Karl.

What stuff?

The loot from your burglaries.

We know it was you.

Yeah? Prove it.

I don´t have to.
You´re going to admit it.

Yeah, right. Dream on.

Rather than let your Mum
face charges

for handling stolen goods.

The microwave, Karl.

The Wilkes´ microwave was
in your Mum´s kitchen.

I just wanted
to give her something.

And you wouldn´t charge her?

Yeah, all right, I admit it,
I done the burglaries.

Will I go to jail?

Of course, you will.

But it´s not fair.
Why can´t we have a microwave?

I´ve had years of people
pushing down me throat,

"if you want it get it,
if you want it get it,

if you want it get it."

You shouldn´t believe everything
politicians say.

Yeah, well you still need money,
don´t you?

Anyway, I´m not stupid.
I know how it works.

All the way to the top
of society,

people are robbing
and thieving --

MPs, businessmen,
councilors, even churchmen.

All hypocrites, I can see.

Not all of them.

Yeah, well, nobody´s going
to give you nothing

if you don´t take for yourself.

What gave you the idea

of storing the stuff
in the old police station?

I dunno.

Not Mark Wilkes, then?

Who?

Come on, I´ve seen
you together.

No, not from Mark Wilkes.

Nor Lucy?

Nor Lucy. It was my own idea.

You´re sure?

I´m sure.

They wouldn´t do this for you,
you know.

Two soup, two gravadlax,
one rabbit terrine,

one ham starter, three steak
pie, one roast beef,

two portions of pike.

Is anybody cooking in here?

´ere, where do you
get the pike from?

I´ll be quick as I can.

I´m sorry, Margaret, but I think
I´m going to put the kibosh

on one of your
most important clients.

Good.
´Cause he´s my ex-client now.

Why?

Oh, I´m fed up
with the lot of them.

Evelyn was wretched to me
yesterday at the swimming pool.

What, because of me?

No.

´Cause I caught her snogging
that vicar, Beaulieu.

You never did?

In the car park at Barstock.

What, that puffed up
little clergyman?

Is that the best she can do?
Good, Margaret.

Crabbe.
I´m glad I caught you.

I´m very busy.

This is official business.

You know I represent
Barry Wilkes?

Go on.

Their son has admitted he took
pity on poor Karl Elves.

He loaned him his house keys
so that he might enjoy

the comfort of the Wilkes´ house
for an evening.

This act of kindness was abused
by Elves, and he burgled them.

Do you expect me
to believe that?

Yes, we do.

They told Karl to trash
their parents´ house.

Well, why would they do that?

I don´t know. Spoiled brats.
Career criminals. Who cares?

Either way, they´re in trouble.

I don´t think so.

I do.

Look, if your house
was burgled, Barry,

your own kids
would be the last ones

anyone would suspect.

You´ve no proof.

Then I´ll just have to find
some proof, won´t I?

It is what you wanted,
wasn´t it?

I mean, a proper police
investigation

that would reach the truth?

You´re wrong. Look at them.
Which would you believe?

You can´t drag the Wilkes´ name
through the mud

on the say-so of a yob, Crabbe.

They´ve no convictions.

Mark has got a university place,
Luce is doing her "A" levels.

They come from
a good stable background.

If it´s a competition in
credibility, there´s no contest.

Just bring them down
to Barstock nick, all right.

I´ll have them out again
in an hour.

Yes, I know, but then that´s you
doing your job, isn´t it?

Now leave me to do mine.

Morning, Henry.

Morning.

I see you nabbed that boy then.

Bit of a rum do, eh?

Mm-hmm.

Back to the kitchen now, is it?

Well, not quite.

I´ve still got this
criminal damage to sort out.

Oh, I expect the insurance
will cough that up.

The main thing is he´s not still
on the streets slashing tires.

No, I meant the criminal damage
to Karl Elves´ bike.

You threw it in the river.

No, I didn´t.

A witness saw you.

Okay.

So, I did chuck his bike
in the drink.

But what about my tires?

Was I just supposed
to put up with that?

You picked the wrong yob.

Karl Elves was in police custody
when your tires

were being slashed.

I was just taking a bit
of direct action.

So are we.

Get in the car.

Come on.

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