10x18 - Gin A Body, Meet A Body

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♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

Er, excuse me, mate.

Yes.

- I'd watch that kid if I were you. - Eh? Oi!

Hurry up, Gareth!

See you, Jack.

HAMMER THUDDING

ENGINE STOPS

Where did you get that from, Mr Vernon?

From somebody who should have known better than play me at poker.

And ended up having to walk home.

Are you gonna flog it?

Flog it?

David, what you are looking at here is just the first of many.

In years to come, people will say,

"He started out with just one, and look at him now,

"the proud owner of Yorkshire's biggest taxi firm."

Oh, right.

You have got a proper driving licence, haven't you?

Oh, yeah.

Is it clean?

Oh, yeah.

Well, it's cleanish.

MAN: You come from round here originally, Mrs Fairley?

Oh, about , years ago.

Before I went to London to seek my fortune!

Did you find it?

Would I have moved back here if I had?

THEY LAUGH Right.

There you go then, love. All yours.

- Thanks. - You do know it's a party line?

Which means I'll be sharing.

That's right. With people down the lane.

Right. Thanks very much.

MAN: Thank you.

- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.

My grandmother would never use a telephone.

In case she got electrocuted.

David, when your grandmother was around,

they were still sending Christmas cards by carrier pigeon.

Go on, ring somebody.

Oh, like who?

You must know somebody with a telephone.

If all else fails, use the speaking clock.

Speaking clock?

Never mind. I'll ring somebody.

Who are you going to call?

Well, Bernard for a start. Give him the number.

WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER TELEPHONE

Hang on. There's somebody on this line.

Oh, yeah. That'll be the lady from down the lane.

She was on earlier when I picked it up.

Was she? I hope she's not planning on making a habit of it.

We're going to need this line to take our bookings.

WOMAN CONTINUES SPEAKING

Phil, I'm sorry.

But I really don't see the point. Honest.

- You said you'd sleep on it. - I have. I don't feel different.

GARETH TAPPING

All right. You can spare us the Morse code.

We do speak English round here.

Two pints of bitter and a vodka and orange.

- And how old are you? - GARETH: Old enough.

Come out the back, I'll prove it to you.

But not quite old enough. Not for another six months at least.

So to avoid further disappointment,

I suggest you just leave.

If I don't?

You heard him. Hop it.

- And who are you? Wyatt Earp? - PHIL: That's right.

And this... This is my tin star.

Now, I've asked you nicely.

If you want to do things the hard way,

it doesn't bother me.

Right. Out you go. Go on.

Thanks, Phil.

Vera.

What do you want, Jack?

Come to read the meter, haven't I?

- So where is she? - Who?

HE SCOFFS

Rita Hayworth, of course. Who else?

I dunno.

I don't believe you.

Look, all I've got is a telephone number.

So give it to me.

- Where the heck's Aidensfield? - VERA: Well, how would I know?

Told you we wouldn't get served.

So, you got it right for once.

First time for everything, eh, Gail.

Could have served us, though, that stinking landlord.

Don't worry, Gail. They'll be sorry.

No one does that to me and gets away with it.

- Morning, Mr Blaketon. - Morning, Billy.

Sleep in again, did ya? HE LAUGHS

Flipping heck.

Good morning, dear brother.

Do you reckon?

What have you done to your hand?

Car door.

Could have been worse. Could be a coffin lid.

It's not funny, Vernon.

Extremely painful and also very inconvenient.

VERNON: I can see that.

A one-arm mechanic is about as much use as two men off sick.

Come outside. I've got something to show you.

Ta-na!

Where'd you get this old banger from?

Old banger!

This is a Vauxhall Wyvern

with column change and independent front suspension!

Not to mention six inches of rust and a clapped-out clutch, I'll bet.

Bernard, this car is destined to become the queen of our fleet.

- Our fleet? - Of taxis.

Let me ask you a question, Bernard.

How are all the world's great fortunes made?

Usually by robbing banks, in my experience.

By identifying a gap in the market and filling it.

And I have identified such a gap around here.

A cryin' need for a decent taxi service.

A need that we are about to start addressin'.

You might be. I'm not.

I'm making a perfectly good living burying people,

not ferrying them about, thanks very much.

Have a look underneath it for me.

Yeah, well, I don't mind doing that, I suppose.

So, you're not interested in becoming a partner like?

Not particularly.

VERNON: You know your trouble, Bernard?

You've got no imagination.

You need more than imagination to make any money out of that

at two miles to the gallon.

TELEPHONE DIALING

SHE SIGHS

RECEIVER THUDS

So, one way or another, you ended up

with more than your spirits being dampened, eh?

If that's what passes for wit these days,

I don't think it is appropriate. - Sorry.

Nah. Not as sorry as I am.

The upholstery in my car is completely ruined.

And the carpet.

Who'd want to pull a stunt like that?

OSCAR: I did have one thought.

You remember those kids we had trouble with

in the bar last night, Bellamy?

You think they might have done it?

That particular kid has been in trouble

ever since his mother died.

- You know him? - OSCAR: Oh, aye. And his father.

Harry North, Alf.

The second-hand car dealer?

OSCAR: Hmm.

Young Gareth is his only son, and a right little so-and-so.

He seems to think that because his dad

is worth a bob or two,

all he has to do is snap his fingers and the world will come running.

Not the type who'd take kindly to being refused a drink.

Hardly.

It's certainly worth looking into. Bradley. Bellamy.

After last night, it'd be a pleasure.

Morning, madam. Can I help you?

My name's Bateson. Mrs, that is. Mrs Bateson.

And I've come to arrange my husband's funeral.

Oh, I see.

On behalf of the firm,

if I could offer heartiest condolences.

Thank you.

Now, we want a nice coffin for him.

Of course. I've got some brochures here.

If you'd like to take them with you and have a look.

Oh, no, that won't be necessary. Sidney!

Ah!

Now you go over there, dear, and choose something suitable.

I'll make the arrangements with Mr Scripps here.

SIDNEY: Yes, dear.

Just the one car, I think.

Most of our friends already having passed over, you see.

Right.

Although, I can't help noticing that Mr Bateson hasn't yet...

Well, one has to be prepared.

You've had some bad news, then, have you?

It was in the leaves, you see.

The leaves.

The tea leaves.

BERNIE: Ah...

MINNIE: Now then, dear. What have you found for yourself?

SIDNEY: Well, I like this one.

Gareth North?

Aye, that's me.

PC Mike Bradley, Aidensfield Police.

You've met PC Bellamy here, I believe.

Where were you last night, Gareth, after you left The Aidensfield Arms?

At home with me girlfriend in my bedroom.

- With you all night, was she? - Never left me side.

Some sort of problem, is there?

Someone vandalised Oscar Blaketon's car

outside The Aidensfield Arms last night.

We have reason to believe your son might know something about it.

Oh, aye. And why's that?

He was asked to leave the pub.

And did he leave?

Yes, after giving me some lip.

Because he was refused a drink, you think he did this car over?

MICHAEL: We're trying to ascertain his whereabouts at the time.

- That's all. - And have you?

For now, yes.

That's that, then. Will there be anything else?

I don't think so.

In that case, I'll bid you good day, gentlemen.

HARRY: Do you know owt about it?

'Course not. Mind you, I heard what happened.

- Oh? - Someone filled his car with water.

- What? - Right up to the windows.

Just stay out of public houses in future, all right?

Yes, Dad.

So, Harry sent you off with a flea in your ear?

You know him?

- JACKIE: He's a client of mine. - What's he like?

Well, he's straight as a die, really.

For a second-hand car salesman.

Actually, I feel quite sorry for him.

Oh, how come?

You know his wife was k*lled in a car crash a few years ago.

MICHAEL: Yes, yes, I heard.

Well, Harry's always blamed himself for what happened.

Since he was driving at the time.

MICHAEL: Has he any reason to?

No, he hadn't been drinking.

Not a lot you can do

when one of your front tyres goes at miles an hour.

He felt guilty about the fact

that he came out of it without so much as a scratch.

Since then, he's devoted his entire life to young Gareth.

That explains a lot, I'd say.

JACKIE: Oh?

At least why the boy's spoilt rotten.

You think it was definitely Gareth who did it?

Well, Phil seems to think so.

From what you've told me, Phil isn't exactly

in a particularly well-balanced state of mind just at present.

HE BLOWS

Well, well. If it isn't the Scarlet Pimpernel.

Come again?

I had a booking for you to the airport.

I had to hand it to somebody else.

Why didn't you ring us?

Because you've been engaged all the time!

You're never off that phone of yours.

The problem being getting on the flaming thing.

HE SIGHS

TELEPHONE RINGING

Hello?

'Who is this?

'Hello?'

RECEIVER CLICKS

David, you're gonna have to go 'round

and have a word with her.

Me, Mr Vernon?

Explain to her the reason they call it a party line

is because two parties use it.

And if she wouldn't mind,

this party would like to have a go.

Occasionally.

Wouldn't it be better if you had a word with her?

The line's in your name, David. Go on. Off you go.

What? Now?

For all we know, Bernard might be trying to get through to us,

putting work our way.

Only he can't because she's yakking away as usual.

All right, then.

MUSIC: 'The Legend Of Xanadu'

Cheers.

Excuse me, darling.

You wouldn't know that lady, would you?

GINA: Never seen her in here, I'm afraid.

JACK: I've been abroad for awhile.

I never was strong on keeping in touch.

When I got back to London and tried to look a few people up,

I found most of them were dead.

What a shame.

All except my sister, Edith, who I was told has moved up here.

I'm sorry I can't help you, but Mr Blaketon might be able to.

- Mr Blaketon? - GINA: Yeah.

He's the owner of this place. He goes back further than I do.

Is he around?

No, but he will be later.

In that case...

..I'd better have another one, ain't I?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh! Hello.

Hello. I'm David.

From down the road at Mr Greengrass's place.

Oh, I see. Perfect timing.

Pardon?

I've just made a pot of tea. You better come in.

Seeing as you're the first human face

I've seen all day.

So! We're neighbours.

It would seem so, yes.

EDITH: I don't know a soul locally, I'm afraid.

In fact, thank heavens for the phone, that's what I say.

If it wasn't for that, I'd be talking to the wallpaper by now.

In fact, we share the same line, don't we?

- I think we do, aye. - Oh, dear.

I hope I haven't been hogging it.

Only when I get started, I don't half go on.

- No. 'Course not, no. - You sure about that?

Positive, yeah.

- Another slice? - I wouldn't say no.

Thank you.

No, no, you feel free to use that telephone

as much as you like, Mrs Fairley.

To be honest, we don't use it that much.

EDITH: Oh, well, that's all right.

And it's Edith, please.

Have you tried Directory Enquiries?

They won't give addresses if all you've got is a number.

Why don't you just ring her up?

JACK: It'd spoil the surprise, wouldn't it?

I want to see the look on her face

when she opens the door and sees me.

Right, well.

I'll make some enquiries locally

and get back to you.

I'd appreciate that.

Well? You saw her?

Oh, aye.

- And? - DAVID: She could tell straightaway

that I wasn't gonna take any nonsense.

Yeah, I left her nothing short, I can assure you.

I'm glad to hear it, David. Very glad.

Right. The woman's name is Edith Fairley.

I'll get onto it first thing in the morning.

Right. Thanks.

There's just one thing that's been bugging me.

It struck me as odd

that he wouldn't just ring her up himself.

Maybe he wanted to surprise her.

That's what he said.

Do you want me to find out or not?

Yes. Of course, I do.

- Well, I'll call you tomorrow. - OSCAR: Fine.

Thanks, Alf.

VINCE: Are you sure about this, Gareth?

Don't you worry. You just keep the engine running.

GARETH: GIve me the bag, oi!

BOTH GRUNTING

g*nsh*t FIRES

Oi!

You all right?

DOG BARKING

Get that dog back!

That's enough.

ENGINE REVVING

GARETH: Go! Go!

TYRES SCREECHING

TELEPHONE RINGING

Aidensfield Police.

And when was this, sir?

OK, I'm on my way. RECEIVER CLICKS

- Harry North. - Oh?

His son's car's just been stolen.

KNOCK ON DOOR

- RAYMOND: Is your son in, Mr North? - He certainly is.

- Could we have a word with him? - Join the party.

You were quick off the mark.

- I called him. - Oh?

- To report his son's car stolen. - What?

You have a problem with that, Constable?

You son's car was involved in an attempted armed robbery.

Presumably what it was stolen for.

Mr North, the lad I saw getting away in the car

was your son's age and build.

Are you saying it was him?

I couldn't definitely say who, he was wearing a mask at the time.

What time was this, Phil?

About six o'clock this evening.

You called me to report the car had been stolen

at about :, Mr North.

Gareth had just told me about it.

I'd only just realised it'd been nicked.

Where were you at six this evening?

- Just out in town. - RAYMOND: Doing what, exactly?

Just messing about with my mates.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Yeah, my mates can. Gail Smethurst and Vince Mitchell.

Well, there was a couple of kids their age

in the car when he drove off.

But you couldn't positively identify them, right, Constable?

No, sir. I only glimpsed them as he drove away.

So, you've a kid in a mask you think was me son,

and you have teenagers you think might have been his mates,

but you couldn't swear to that either.

I think it's time we have my solicitor in on this.

I don't think that'll be necessary, Mr North.

Come on, Bellamy, let's go.

Good night, sir.

- It has to be him, Mike. - But can you prove it?

So about my stolen car, then?

You could try looking for it where you dumped it, I suppose.

You had a bust-up with that bird at the pub.

I suppose in her business,

she didn't want a copper hanging about.

Phil. Leave it.

I tell you, Mike.

I'm having him if it's the last thing I do.

ENGAGED TONE ON TELEPHONE HE EXHALES IN FRUSTRATION

Hello, Mrs Bateson.

Sidney...

passed away last night.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

MINNIE: He went very peacefully.

He's just gone on ahead, that's all.

At least that's the way I think of it.

I'm sure.

I'd like him put in the chapel of rest,

if that's convenient.

- Yes, of course it is. - But I...

need to lay him out first.

He made me promise I wouldn't let anyone else see to him but me.

He was a very private man, that way.

Right.

So... I'll... SHE SNIFFLES

I'll be in touch just as soon as it's convenient to collect him.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

'Ere! Gareth.

Let's go, shall we?

Ah.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Here we go, David.

Our first client and not before time.

Vernon's Versatile Vehicles.

- 'How can I help you?' - At last. What's going on?

What do you mean?

'I've been ringing you for an hour.

'You've been engaged again all the time.'

Have you really? What do you want, Bernard?

Keep an eye on the garage tomorrow. I've got to go to Leeds.

'OK.'

Drop the keys off on your way home. Bye.

RECEIVER CLICKS

So... We left her nothing short, did we?

Made it clear we were gonna stand no more nonsense?

MUSIC: 'Bend Me, Shape Me' by Amen Corner

INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION

'Ere! That flaming copper's here.

GINA LAUGHING

Hello, again.

SHE SIGHS Just leave it, will you?

GARETH: So, why won't you dance with me?

I've told you. I don't want to. OK?

- Is he bothering you? - GINA: No.

In fact, he was just leaving, weren't you?

KNOCK ON DOOR

- MICHAEL: Hello, Mr North. - Is your wife in?

In the bath, actually. Anything I can do?

I don't think so.

In fact, I'd say you coppers had done

quite enough for one night, thanks.

I never touched him, Sarge.

But you admit being in the vicinity at the time of the as*ault.

I'd been in the coffee bar earlier, yes.

I'd have thought a pint of bitter in The Aidensfield Arms

was more your scene, Bellamy.

I just fancied a coffee, Sarge.

And he just happened to be there.

Just as he just happened to be in the disco last night.

Also, he has two witnesses who are willing to swear

you waited for him outside and then laid into him.

They're lying, Sarge.

Whatever the truth of the matter, Bellamy,

you're suspended from duty until such a time

that these allegations are fully investigated.

I still can't believe Phil beat up that kid.

Gareth North's adamant he did.

There's a surprise.

He also has two witnesses.

And you said yourself you had to practically drag Phil

off the boy only yesterday.

I'm sorry, but from where I'm standing,

things are looking pretty bleak for Phil.

HE SIGHS

Look, Phil...

Just tell me one thing.

Did you hit him or didn't you?

Do you think I did?

I'm asking you.

I certainly felt like belting him, yes.

But, no, Mike. I didn't hit him.

Right.

Is the guvnor in?

I'm afraid he's not, no.

HE SIGHS Did he get that address for me?

I think he did get a call about it, yeah.

- Mrs Edith Fairley, right? - That's the lady.

Thanks, darling.

Tell Mr Blaketon I'll see him all right for it.

OK. Ta-ra.

Sarge, you don't really believe Phil struck that kid, do you?

For the record, Bradley, no, I don't.

But it's not down what I believe or don't believe, is it?

The complaint has to be passed on to our lords and masters.

So I want the two of you to do a little bit of digging.

I want you to find out something,

anything that could render such action unnecessary.

Right, Sarge.

LOCK CLICKING

Right, David, you get started on her.

I'm gonna go to Ashfordly

and put an ad in the local rag. - Right.

If there's any job you can't handle, give me a ring at home later.

Yeah, all right.

TELEPHONE RINGING

Hello?

Is Mr Scripps there, please?

I'm sorry, you've, er, just missed him.

It's Mrs Bateson.

I'm just ringing to say

my husband is all ready to be picked up whenever you are.

Oh! Right, OK.

OK, what was your name again?

'Bateson.'

RAYMOND: 'Delta Alpha Two Four, come in.'

Yes, Sarge.

Right, Sarge. They found the car.

- ALFRED: Where? - Near Alderley Bridge.

STREAM GUSHING

Any luck, Alf?

ALFRED: No. Nothing here.

Mike.

If they've thrown the mask in the water, Alf,

they've probably done the same with the p*stol.

Alf.

Bingo.

What do you mean you gave it to him?

Well, yeah. Why shouldn't I have done?

I'd rather you left it to me.

Oh, well, what's done is done. Doesn't really matter, I suppose.

HE SMACKS LIPS

TELEPHONE DIALS

HE SIGHS

TELEPHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

Oh, hello, Oscar.

Oh, hello. Come in, will you?

He's through there.

You will be able to manage him, will you, on your own?

Why, I should think so, yeah.

Oh... Oh! HE GASPS

I think there's been some sort of a misunderstanding, Mrs Bateson.

No. No misunderstanding.

I arranged it all with Mr Scripps only yesterday.

Yeah, but what I mean... What I'm gonna have to do...

I'll have to go and wait for Mr Scripps.

But I want him moving straightaway.

I thought I'd be all right on my own with him,

but I didn't sleep a wink.

And I'm afraid I can't stay here any longer.

I'm sorry, but I just can't.

But he's... I mean, but he's all...

You have to help me!

Pardon?

He'll k*ll me! I know he will!

TELEPHONE RINGING

Ashfordly Police.

Ah. Er...

Yeah.

I'll tell him.

RECEIVER THUDS

There were dabs on that p*stol. Two different sets.

That's the good news.

And the bad news?

There's no way that either set could be used as evidence.

And there are definitely two sets?

That's right.

So this bloke is your husband?

Ex-husband, actually.

I divorced him the year he was sent down.

Sent down?

For . For robbery with v*olence.

Only he got out recently and now he's come looking for me.

Why don't we tell the fuzz and let them deal with it.

Oh, no, we can't involve the police.

- Why not? - It's the money, you see.

- Money? - From the robbery.

I'm supposed to be holding it for him.

Must've been some job if he got years.

Oh, it was... £,.

Hello, Vince.

Oh, hello.

Where's your mate?

VINCE: How should I know?

Did you hear we found the p*stol?

- p*stol? - MICHAEL: Hmm.

The starting p*stol used in the attempted robbery.

It turned up in the stream near where the car was abandoned.

I wouldn't know about that.

'Course not.

Only, fingerprints never lie.

You wouldn't by any chance have handled

the p*stol yourself, did you, Vince?

There were two sets of prints on it, you see.

I just told you, I know nothing about any stupid p*stol.

Just Gareth, was it, Vince?

Not that that would put you in the clear.

Er, how do you mean?

There is such a thing as being an accessory

before and after the fact.

But if you came clean, voluntarily, of course...

Well, it could help a lot.

And, of course, armed robbery

is the sort of crime you go down for.

Ah, Gareth. We were just talking about you.

Weren't we, Vince?

So, this ex-husband of yours, big fella, is he?

Not as big as you. And a lot older, of course.

Not likely to be armed?

Oh, no, he never held with g*ns, didn't Jack.

Except when he was actually working.

So, if I had a word with him for you,

what's in it for me?

% of what's left.

Make it % and I'll be interested.

How about /?

Why not? Let's not be greedy.

HE PANTS Have you got a minute, Mr Vernon?

I suppose there's some perfectly rational explanation

for this, is there, David?

HE STAMMERS

CAR APPROACHING

I'm really sorry about... everything, Mr Vernon.

Don't worry about that, David.

This is more important.

Just remember what I told you.

All right, Mr Vernon.

VERNON: Mr Fairley, I presume.

If it's the Encyclopaedia Britannica you're flogging, I've read it.

Very droll, Mr Fairley.

Only, our information is you've got problems.

One, an ex-wife called Edith.

And two, certain monies of yours that she's legged it with.

Problems, Mr Fairley, that me and my colleague back there

might just be able to help you with.

So, where is she?

Somewhere handy.

Handy for what?

Well, that depends entirely on you, Mr Fairley.

You see, in return for half the money she nicked from you,

she's asked us to deal with you for her.

Oh, has she?

Me and my friend out there

find the idea of a wife ripping off her husband

when he's banged up a little bit distasteful.

In a nutshell, Mr Fairley,

we don't think she should be allowed to get away with it.

So show me where you've got her, and she won't.

Let me show you something, Mr Fairley.

I take it he's...

Gone to a better place.

VERNON: Whereas his good lady has only gone as far as Spain,

courtesy of the insurance money.

What can be done for one can be done for another.

In other words, why sully your own fair hands

when my friend here is ready, willing

and able to sully his on your behalf?

At our usual rates, of course.

Now just a minute.

All I was on about was giving her a good hiding, not topping her.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

I think we've been seriously misinformed.

What do you mean, "Oh, dear. Oh, dear"?

We've got a nice little business going here.

You'd be amazed at how many people seek out our services.

But if people got to know about it,

who didn't have a vested interest in keeping it quiet,

went to the Sunday newspapers, or worse...

I wouldn't do that. I mean, dog does not eat dog, right?

All the ones I know do.

Now, look! CAR APPROACHING

ENGINE STOPS

Hello, Mr Ventress.

David.

Everything all right, then?

Passing the time of day with our good friend Jack.

VERNON CHUCKLES

You're Jack Fairley.

How would you know?

ALFRED: Oh, there's not a sparrow falls

that we don't hear at Ashfordly nick.

Find your sister, then?

Oh, our Edith, you mean. I did, thanks, yeah.

ALFRED: She inside?

VERNON: Gone shopping, she told us.

Why is it you want to see her?

Only as her next-door neighbours, we're happy to take any messages.

I just thought I'd come round and see if she was all right.

No worries there, Mr Ventress. We'll take care of her.

I'll leave you to it, then.

If you've got any problems, you know where to find me.

VERNON: Of course.

Blimey! I thought it was only the Met boys on the take.

So, we can't interest you in our offer, Mr Fairley?

Keep your offer. I'm out of here.

CAR DRIVES AWAY

VERNON: Can we offer you a lift to the station?

No. Thanks.

HE EXHALES FORCIBLY

- Smashing. - Cheers.

MICHAEL: Can I have a word, please, Mr North?

Well?

My wife tells me you still intend pressing charges against PC Bellamy.

Why won't I be?

Because me son were caught doing something stupid,

it don't give you the right to dish out hidings.

I don't believe for a minute Phil Bellamy ever touched your son.

He's not that kind of copper.

You would say that, you being a mate of his.

No, I'm just trying to tell you the truth as I see it.

Not because he's a mate.

Should I take your word against me own flesh and blood?

Thanks to Vince, we know your own flesh and blood

lied to you about the attempted robbery,

vandalising Oscar Blaketon's car and stealing money from shops.

If these charges you're pressing against Phil Bellamy

come under serious investigation,

how long do you think they're gonna stand up?

Nobody's gonna benefit in the long run.

EDITH: There you go.

Five quid!

I thought they got away with £,.

Split ten ways, though! It was a very big g*ng, you see.

I had to live on something while Jack was inside.

Money goes nowhere these days.

I'm off back to London.

I'm already two months behind with the rent on this place.

I'm very grateful, though, Vernon, for all your help.

So how much do I owe you?

VERNON: On the outs, Edith love.

Let's face it, everything else has been.

HE CHUCKLES

I got a call from Harry North before I left the office.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

He's dropping the as*ault charges.

Really? What brought that on, do you think?

I'm sure I can't imagine.

He did happen to mention

that you'd been 'round there this afternoon, though.

Did he?

You see, what interests me is how Vince Mitchell got the idea

that there were fingerprints on that p*stol you found,

when, according to Forensic, it was clean.

Still, just as well, eh?

Otherwise there may have been a grave miscarriage of justice.

You think you're quite an operator, don't you, Constable?

Just doing me 'umble best.