Heartbeat (1992) s06e05 Episode Script

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Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
THE ANIMALS:
I Believe To My Soul
BELL CUTS OFF
One of these days,
and it won't be long
You're gonna search for me
And down the road I'll have gone
Cos I believe
Oh, yes, I believe
I believe to my soul
Trying to mess around with me ♪
Alf! 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 shop!
It was nobbled.
I reckon it was an inside job, Alf.
At first, I thought someone might be
after that old racehorse of mine again,
but he's safe and sound.
Anyone see who could
have made these tracks?
No. But one of the tenants heard
a lorry moving about yesterday,
so he called me up.
- What time was this?
- Surely after midnight.
And what other livestock
do you have on the estate?
Just sheep. A few hundred or so.
We'll be counting them later today.
POLICE RADIO:
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.
"I mean, right now! Over and out."
It seems I'm needed
back at the station, sir.
If there are sheep rustlers around,
might be worth putting
somebody on patrol tonight.
But who? I had to lay
off all the essential staff.
Well, that might be what
attracted the visitors.
Yes.
- Goodbye, sir.
- Okay. Thank you.
Come on, lads. Come on.
We've got trucks and vans coming
and going every working day.
Burglar alarm's in perfect
working order, sarge.
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, 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 Ventress, from you, I want a
statement on the security aspects.
And Rowan, this investigation
will be your number one priority.
Right, sarge.
I expect your report on
my desk in the morning.
First thing.
Just my luck.
I was supposed to take Jo out tonight.
Oh, it's a bit of a let-down for me, too.
Yeah, why's that?
Well, I was hoping 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.
- Well, if it's important, Alf
- Oh, no. It'll hold.
I'll see you at the Aidensfield
Arms when you come off duty.
Well, if you're sure.
- Is this 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
Blaketon wants by morning.
I was looking forward
to seeing you tonight.
Well, I only said we can't go out.
Not that we can't see each other.
FLEETWOOD MAC:
Oh Well
- Supper's almost ready.
- Oh, right. Thanks.
Thank Eileen.
All I did was turn the oven on.
I was reading that.
Well, it's only a list
of stolen booze.
No ordinary booze, Nick.
You're a wine expert now?
Used to spend my summers
picking grapes in France.
You learn a thing or two.
- Such as?
- Chateau Yquem, Chateau Lafite.
Your thieves have the
very best taste in wine.
Excuse me.
- Aidensfield Police.
- PUBLIC PHONE PIPS
Hello? Hello?!
PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.
Nick. It's Alf.
"Hello, Alf."
Sorry I missed you at the pub.
Something came up.
- Is everything all right?
- "Fine."
I'll see you, then.
This must be a big case if
you're all putting an extra time.
Blaketon's orders.
I think he's trying to impress HQ.
Brownie points for you, too.
Yeah, I suppose so.
Where do you move on to,
after Aidensfield?
I hadn't really thought
about it. Why?
Well, 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?
Well, 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!
BIRDS SQUAWK
Morning, morning, m'Lord.
I hope you realise it's
illegal to shoot people
even on your own land.
I'm not doing owt wrong.
I mean I was just rambling.
Yes, you are, Greengrass.
Empty the bag.
The casks are bought by
customers at the estates
and later bottled here according
to their specifications.
Did Pollard's bottle the rest
of this wine stored in here?
No. All estate-bottled.
The stolen items were still
in their original cartons.
Port. Marked to show
where the sediment lies.
None of these are labelled.
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.
Not if the idea is to profit from
the quality and rarity value.
Well, the stuff they took,
how rare is it, Mr. Loftus?
Rare as rocking-horse
droppings, Mr. Rowan.
You admit this is game
poached from my estate?
Well, this is not really
poached, m'Lord.
I mean, that cock pheasant flew
into a tree and it dropped at my feet.
Weren't any point leaving it,
they attracts vermins.
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
- Don't you mean persecute?
or give you the chance
to redeem yourself.
What, d'you mean pay
compensation in cash?
Compensation in kind.
Your services to keep intruders
off this estate at night.
Unpaid, of course.
- Morning, Alf.
- Uh, sorry about last night, Nick.
What was the problem?
Uh, it'll have to wait.
I got the impression
it was urgent.
Uh 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?
There's two of the warehouse staff.
I've established one was on holiday.
The other, Brian Harper took emergency
leave to visit relatives in London.
- When?
- The day the raid took place.
I want a statement from
him as soon as possible.
Yeah, 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 the missing,
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
spirits, 200 cases of wine and port.
Wine and port is very expensive.
Must be rare stuff, sarge.
Traceable?
Well, the bottles are unlabelled.
Won't get a decent price for it.
Why they nick it, then?
Maybe they had someone
lined up in advance.
Either that or the thieves
are rare wine fanciers.
You're not following
me about, are you?
What are you doing here?
Well, you know, I'm
employed by Wallace's as a
salvage distributing
and disposing contractor.
What do you mean?
You clear out their rubbish?
Now then, 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
looking out for you, Claude.
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, Aidensfield Police.
I just need to ask
you a few questions
about your delivery
to Pollard's yesterday.
Oh yes. My drivers are all clean.
So are their driving histories.
Any of them been in
trouble with the law?
No. I check and
double-check, Mr. Rowan.
Was it your first
delivery to Pollard's?
That's right. New contract.
- Do you know the premises?
- No.
Right. Well, I think that's it, then.
It's not my place to
teach a man his job,
but I know this business.
Most hauliers do.
Well, I'd appreciate any help.
The man you're looking
for is no villain.
I'll lay odds on he's just
a regular member of staff.
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.
DOOR OPENS
Aye. Thanks.
I'll see you later, then.
Alf. Charlie Wallace,
the local haulier.
What do we know about him?
Well, there's nothing on file,
if that's what you mean.
What about the people
who work for him?
Oh, give us a chance!
I said I'd check!
Old misery guts!
It's all we seems to get
from him these days.
Yeah, I know. Any idea why?
Search me.
TURNS ENGINE OFF
Just try another bit of banana.
Good girl!
Do you want some more?
That nice?
- Shall I take over?
- Yeah. Thanks, Eileen.
Come on, sweetheart. There.
Hello, Alf!
Is it a bad time?
No. No, come in.
- Hello, Alf!
- Eileen.
- Can I get you something?
- No, thanks.
What I came to ask
Any road, the thing is
I'm short of cash.
Oh, I've got £3 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, sweetheart.
Exactly how much?
Twelve hundred 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.
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 is and it isn't.
- Mrs. Ventress know?
- 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.
There's er 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.
I see.
Right.
Any road, I'm obliged.
- Sorry for coming in.
- Alf.
Alf!
Alf! 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.
Something must have scared them off.
Yeah, sounds like it.
For now, I've asked Greengrass to keep
an eye out in case they show up again.
Greengrass?
Oh, why not? He treats my estate
like his own personal larder.
'Bout 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?
Neighbour didn't know
the Leeds address, sarge.
Now, Harper clocks off supposedly
a few hours before Pollard's is raided.
And then he just
vanishes into thin air.
Now, we need to find him!
I dugged out the number
of Harper's car, sarge,
and circulated it in London,
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 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?
Claude let you down.
Bernie, do shut up!
If you sold that game on to
any of my competitors
George, how many times
do I have to tell you.
There is no game and there
ain't going to be any game.
Here comes trouble.
- Morning, gentlemen.
- Morning.
- Busy at nights, I hear, Claude.
- Oh, aye. 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 around 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.
You, working for Lord Ashfordly?
His Lordship's engaged
me to be a deterant
against ne'er-do-wells as poachers.
You ruddy old hypocrite!
Aagh!
THE SHADOWS:
Apache
Whoa! Look at this place!
- Go in.
- Come on!
Whoa!
- Ah, Nick.
- Hello, Phil.
HQ delivered this for you.
Oh, thanks. Is Alf in yet?
No. Said he had a medical
appointment or summat.
Just about had it with him, Nick.
Well, don't take it personally, Phil.
Yeah, well, these moods of his,
I'm up to here with them.
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 do you say that?
He's been backing the horses
like they're going out of style!
All secretive with it, an' all.
- How am I going to open it?
- I don't know.
Right, I've caught you, haven't I!
You're a 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 summat like this, won't they.
- That's for sheep-stealing.
- And poachers like you, Mr. Greengrass.
Don't be cheeky.
Right. I'm gonna let you
off this time. Go on!
Go on.
- BOTTLES CLINK
- Wait a minute. Wait, come here!
Where did you get this?
We found it.
- Found it? Found it where?
- In the old lodge.
- There's ever so many in there.
- Hundreds, Mr. Greengrass.
Right look. I'm confiscating
this, all right?
Well, you mustn't tell anybody
where you found it, alright,
otherwise you'll be
in very big trouble.
You understand?
Now go on, get to school!
BOTTLES CLINK
Sarge!
Details of five similar raids
during the last three months.
Similar?
All warehouse lock-ups. In every
case, no sign of a break-in.
(CHUCKLES)
By heck, Alfred.
There's a few headaches in here!
HQ think the gates
were opened 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 is no
local involvement,
I'll have to refer this
investigation back to HQ.
There is local involvement, sarge.
One haulage firm showed up
at all the raided warehouses
on the dates of all five raids.
- What, Wallace Hauliers?
- Yeah. Local outfit.
Well, I read your report on Wallace.
I mean, he's successful.
Gives lots of money to charities.
That's hardly the profile
of a villain now, is he?
Ashfordly Police Station.
Yes. Brian Harper?
Harper's been found.
Where is he now?
Right. Thanks for letting us know.
That's West End Central Police.
Seems they were called to a pub brawl
that has 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 m'Lord,
but I found a couple of little kids
playing about in that
hunting lodge of yours.
And it could 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 it?
Who'd want to buy a lot
of old rubbish, m'Lord?
Only you, it seems.
It'll cost you five pounds.
Five quid?
Yeah. Payable at the estate office and
before a brick is moved, Greengrass!
(CHUCKLES)
Mr. Wallace.
What can I do for you, Mr. Rowan?
How do.
CID interviewed you in connection with
other warehouse raids further afield.
That's correct.
You didn't think to mention it?
It's just routine, wasn't it?
Same goes for every other
hauliers in these circumstances.
Is there some problem with
the statement, I mean?
No, no. CID gave you a clean bill.
That's why I didn't think it
important enough to mention it.
Now, the night Pollard's 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 Formby.
I don't see the point.
Well, they work for
you, Mr. Wallace.
You need an independent witness.
- Can you think of one?
- Not offhand.
Your alibi won't stand
up without one.
Is this the truck you used
to deliver to Pollard's?
Yes.
Nice.
And fully taxed and fully insured.
I know. I checked.
Claude. A word.
A word? You don't have to take chances.
Which one do you want?
How well do you know Dennis Cox?
I've known him years. Ever since
he worked on the Ashfordly estate.
What did he do there?
He did everything.
Electrician, a bit of bricking.
If he's done owt wrong,
I tell you summat.
- I blame that boss of his.
- Charlie Wallace?
Ah. He must be bent,
the way he chucks money about.
How do you mean?
He gets it from all that gambling,
doesn't he? Organizing 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. Josh Harrod's house.
That posh gambling club in Whitby.
You know, Kendall's.
Oh, hello, Nick.
I've just come from
Kendall's gambling club.
Mrs. Ashby sends her regards.
To you, and your mate, Wallace.
Come on.
I think it's time we had a talk.
Feels unreal.
Like it's happened to someone else.
I wish it had.
Did Wallace cover your
gambling debts to the club?
Aye. He's 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?
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.
But only in friendly chat, like.
- And you didn't report it?
- Well, I couldn't.
Not until I'd 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 on my
ear if word had got out.
Well, it's over now.
I'm finished. Now that's for sure.
Come on, son, come on!
Come on.
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 tell you that's exactly
what he thought.
Once I'd 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.
Your IOUs are his insurance.
Shop him and you shop yourself.
Are you sure he
nicked that wine, Alf?
Positive. Why?
Well, Pollard's is just one
of five identical robberies.
The others happened miles away.
Do you think that Wallace
pull them off as well?
Well, the evidence says
whoever did one, did the lot.
If it is him behind it,
why do something stupid
like pulling off a job
on your own doorstep?
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?
By the prime suspect
in this investigation?
Have I 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 of the solution.
Morning!
Blaketon?
He's inside.
I've had a word with Phil.
The auction people?
- Right. You fit?
- Mmm.
KNOCKS
- Yes?
Important development, sarge.
We know that Wallace's
name keeps cropping up
in connection with these raids.
But we've established that he was
somewhere else when they took place.
- Not the night Pollard's 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's.
How could he have known
what was stored there?
Well, 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 enquiries, sarge.
Very well.
I'll stay by the phone.
If he bites, where shall we meet?
- I'll give you a ring.
- Right.
Nick!
You know you've put yourself
out on a limb for me?
All the more reason to get a result.
- Get that down you.
- Oh, ta.
Well, I'm popular, that's for sure.
Just a few questions, Mr. Wallace.
I've told you everything
I know about these raids.
- That's not why I'm here.
- Then what?
We're making inquiries into the
financial situation of PC Ventress.
What's that to do with me?
Oh, PC Ventress joined Kendall's
gambling club earlier this year.
You proposed him for membership.
What's wrong with that?
- You admit knowing him?
- Well, yes.
What's all this about?
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?
Course I deny it.
Well, Mrs. Ashby at Kendall's
states that you have.
I might have done now and then,
but strictly on a temporary basis.
You sure about that?
I've told you everything I know.
PHONE RINGS
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.
Well, fancy that.
ROLLING STONES:
Gimme Shelter
WALLACE: You 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.
Well, that's it, then.
I've had it, Charlie.
I've always been very discreet
about our friendship, Alf.
What made them start nosing around?
Well, I was living above
my means, wasn't I.
There's always someone whose
ready to spreads bad news.
So what happens now?
Well, they're pressurising
me to make a full statement.
Danger is, they might twist
things to implicate you,
you know, the raid on Pollard's.
All they've got on you is Muriel's
word that money changed hands.
I can fix that.
Oh, that won't stop Rowan.
I mean, if I'm sacked,
bang goes my career,
pension, the lot!
I said I'd stand by you, Alf.
The same way you stood
by me over Pollard's?
You couldn't keep your hands
off that wine, could you!
You're wrong, Alf.
I'm a copper, Charlie.
I knew right off you nicked that wine.
Even if it was true,
they'd still have a job proving it.
Yeah. 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's?
No, not in so many words.
But it's him, alright.
He's worried, Nick.
Enough to give back those IOUs?
No. He wants to hold on to those.
He thinks it will keep me mouth shut.
We've got to get them back, Alf.
I think I found how he gets
a man inside the warehouse.
I don't want to report him
without those IOUs.
You sure it's port, Claude?
I mean, it's got no label.
Look, it's old. The word port
looks embedded in the bottle.
Looks like old sump 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 summat I bet
he brewed up in the bath?!
If you don't shut up, I'll sell her one
bottle and hit you with the other!
Alright, seeing as it's you,
you can have the brace for five bob.
It's a deal.
What now?
Mrs. Ashby, the manageress
at Kendall's Gambling Club.
What about her?
Oh, yesterday, she confirmed the money
had passed between you and PC Ventress.
This morning, she calls in 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.
Do yourself a favour.
It's him we're after, not you.
CAR HORN
Nick, look
- Where did you get this?
- One of my school kids.
Oh you know him.
Jimmy Harris.
Did he say where he got it?
It's a long story,
but as far as I can make out,
it's something to
do with Greengrass.
I actually put it in
here for safekeeping.
Have you any idea how
valuable these are?
Valuable?
It's rare vintage
wine and port, Claude.
It's worth a fortune.
Well, I didn't know
it was nicked, honest.
I thought it was something Lord
Ashfordly didn't want, you know,
it was some family
wine that had gone off.
- Is this the lot?
- The rest of it is in the old lodge.
Right. Well, get it packed up.
And not a word about this to anyone.
Otherwise you'll have Blaketon
asking questions, not me.
Right.
Hey, you know you said about that
port was vintage and a bit valuable?
How much is it actually
worth a bottle?
Ask Nick.
CAR DRAWS UP
Is it all there, then?
Yeah, including the stuff we
picked up from Greengrass's.
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.
I 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's, isn't it?
Where did 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. Check it.
- Right.
Take a seat, Alf.
DOOR OPENS
It's all there, Charlie.
Alf was right.
Mice 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 reckoned I
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.
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've called my bluff, Alf.
Something to remember,
next time we play poker.
KNOCK AT DOOR
- Yes.
- We've located the rare wines, sarge.
- What?
Hidden in a derelict lodge
on the Ashfordly estate.
That report of intruders on
the estate last week, sarge,
it was Wallace, stashing that wine
away until we lost interest in it.
So, you're still convinced
it's Wallace, are you?
No question about it, sarge.
Only someone who knows the
estate would use a place like that.
Dennis Cox is Wallace's sidekick.
He worked there for 10 years.
He's also the inside man.
How?
Well, the truck they used has got
this welded frame set underneath.
And 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 of port I sold you.
I've got to have them back.
Where are they?
It's in here. Don't they look nice?
Where's the two bottles they're in?
I binned them when I 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?
Look, a deal is a deal, Claude.
Ya, 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.
Pour me a glass, then, so I can
see what all the fuss is about.
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 a bottle.
Is it?
We'll have to put the price up then.
That'll be five shillings!
THE ANIMALS:
I Believe To My Soul
This is the police!
You men are under arrest!
Now we're really quits, Charlie.
Well, its 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 there anything in it?
I don't know what he's
talking about, sarge.
Well he claims he was tricked
out 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 12,
paragraphs 13 and 14.
Do you remember them, Ventress?
Quit's just on the tip
of my tongue, sarge.
"A constable must promptly
discharge all lawful debts,"
"and in case of any failure to do so,
must report in full the circumstances"
to the Chief Constable."
Oh yes, sarge.
Paragraph 14:
"A constable is forbidden
to borrow money."
"This condition does not apply to
loans from banks, building societies,"
"or the county council for
articles such as typewriters."
Is all this clear, Ventress?
I'm very happy with
our typewriter, sarge.
I'm very pleased to hear it.
Bellamy!
Teacakes on me.
Heartbeat
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my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
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