11x12 - Closing The Book

[bunniefuu]

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat, Why does

♪ a love kiss

♪ stay in my memory? ♪

AMBULANCE BELL RINGS

SENTIMENTAL PIANO MUSIC

He'd been ill?

Yeah. Chronic chest and heart problems.

I warned him this could happen.

Tried to persuade him to retire to the sun.

- What about next of kin? - I barely knew him, Mike.

Mr Ames was a very solitary man with a penchant for the horses.

All I know is that he came from down south somewhere.

London, I think.

- You can't park that here. - Don't worry, Bernard.

Joe'll have it in the paddock soon.

It'll put my customers off. This is a garage not a fairground.

You're a real artist, Mr Kidd.

Nothing less than perfection for my clients.

I hope that includes the horse.

Lovely horse, Danny. He has his ways, mind,

but so long as you give him a carrot or two,

he'll come out tops. Oh, and keep away from the Ashfordly Estate.

It's nowhere near our route.

Danny and his lordship's gardener don't hit it off, see?

Just one of those things.

Another booking. Mr and Mrs Burton.

Do you hear that, Joe? I'll be needing that second wagon.

It'll be ready before you know it.

We're on our way, Bernard.

Scripps' Roaming Holidays...

are about to blaze a path to new horizons.

Good morning, ma'am.

What can I do you for? - Is Sgt Craddock here?

Not just yet, but you have my undivided attention.

It's all right, Tom. I'll deal with Mrs Craddock.

- How are you keeping, then? - Fine, thanks, Alf.

I was hoping to see Raymond. - He's at HQ this morning.

But he is still the sergeant here?

Oh, yes. No changes.

I thought not.

Could you tell him I'm here? That I'd like to see him.

He'll find me at Webster's Hotel.

- Right. - Mustn't keep you.

Nice to see you again, Alf. - And you.

What brought her back, I wonder?

She and Craddock are still married.

If you could call it a marriage

after she took off with her fancy man.

How do you think he'll take it, her showing up?

It's none of our business, Phil.

Yes, well, as I said, he seemed a pleasant type - Mr Ames.

I'm trying to track down the next of kin.

I can't help you. He only had the occasional pint.

- Set 'em up, Gina. - You're starting early.

We're celebrating.

Scripps' Roaming Holidays have just got their second booking.

Mr Vernon reckons it's going to take off like a b*mb.

Yeah, the kind that blows up in your face, knowing you lot.

A professional operation run by professionals.

Like he said in the brochure,

to boldly go where no Gypsy caravan has been before.

Isn't that a con from Star Trek?

More great minds thinking alike, Gina.

- Afternoon, gentlemen. - Er...sarge...

you had a visitor today - your wife.

- Penny was here? - Yes. She wanted to see you.

Right.

Thank you, Ventress. - MIKE: Are you sure?

No, but I've already tried them.

Well, thanks for your help.

- Any joy? - Nothing.

They've never heard of a Mr Ames.

The man who died today in Aidensfield...Mr Ames.

We need next of kin.

I tried all the local solicitors but none have dealt with him.

Friends? Relatives?

Nothing. He retired here three years ago

from somewhere down south.

People liked him, but nobody really knew him.

You'd better search his house.

With the due respect it deserves, Bradley.

Ventress, could I have a word?

This business of my wife...

Did she say what she wanted? - No.

She just wanted to see you.

She could've written a letter. Telephoned.

She's at Webster's Hotel, sarge.

Ventress... did she mention if she's...

whether she's travelling alone?

- No. Nothing was said about that. - Ah-ha.

♪ The look of love

♪ Is in your eyes

♪ The look your heart

♪ Can't disguise

♪ The look of love... ♪

MUSIC: 'Autumn Leaves' by Mantovani Orchestra

Hello, Penny.

- Raymond. - They said I'd find you in here.

Are you alone or are you waiting for somebody?

No. I'm here on my own.

In that case, do you mind if I join you?

You look well.

I wasn't sure you'd come. - Why did you come back, Penny?

We have unfinished business.

Loose ends to tie up. - You walked out.

That seems pretty finished to me. - I take all the blame, Raymond.

Those years together meant so little to you?

They meant everything, but I don't expect you to believe me.

Are you surprised?

Not really. If you felt so hard done by, why didn't you divorce me?

I've better things to do than waste time in the divorce courts.

Your work always was more important than anything else.

It doesn't concern you now. - I couldn't compete.

Is that why you've come back? To bicker?

No, of course not.

But our marriage is over.

The least I can do is offer you your freedom.

If you haven't time to divorce me,

I'm offering to do it for you.

- That's what I call really clever. - I can explain.

Don't bother.

A man coming out of the bank in Ashfordly.

TOM: What on earth for?

MIKE: Good question.

Tom, radio in and get Craddock here now.

- Why, what have you found? - Just do it.

All right, I'm going.

You wish to remarry, is that it?

No. I'm alone these days.

He left me months ago.

It was a mistake, Raymond. - I don't understand.

I have so many regrets. I'm sure it's the same for you.

We need to move on in our lives, don't you think?

Sgt Craddock, excuse me, sir.

We've just had a message from PC Ventress.

He needs you to return to the station urgently.

Right, thank you. I'm on my way.

I have to go. - A pity.

- We can talk again if you wish. - I'd like that.

- I'm sorry. I really must go. - Yes. Duty calls.

MIKE: We found the pictures. Then all these.

At first I thought they were photo albums.

These are plans of a raid on a payroll.

Banks, post offices, times, dates, movements.

Each one is a master plan of a serious crime.

- This one refers to Ashfordly? - It's incomplete.

It's got the photo of Ashfordly's bank

with times, dates and the movements of the chief cashier.

I reckon that's him. - Here, this bag...

That's used to carry used bank notes on their way

to be taken out of circulation.

- How do you know? - I did escort duty once.

The banks send the notes to the post office

and then on the train to London for destruction.

PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Hello. Who is it?

LINE GOES DEAD

Hung up. - Right. I want all this evidence

shifted to Ashfordly Station.

I want to get to the bottom of what's going on here.

Now just be sure to keep Danny well fed and watered

and he'll be no trouble at all.

Is it just grass he eats?

You could try him on bacon and eggs, but I wouldn't advise it.

I think what my brother means

is that he might appreciate the odd handful of oats.

- Make him some kind of porridge? - No, no.

Just put it in his nosebag. He'll do the rest.

I think I've got the hang of this. Can we go now?

Yes, yes. Off you go.

Everything you need is in here.

Just remember, stick to the route on the map

and remember the caravan code.

And you will have a Scripps' Roaming Holiday of a lifetime.

Certainly one they'll never forget.

Thank you for that vote of confidence.

Walk on, then.

- Anything, Ventress? - Er, yes, sarge. It's confirmed.

The crimes detailed in these albums are all for real.

- Any idea who's behind them? - They differ in each case.

Some are behind bars. The brains, the man who planned them,

he's never been caught.

- Will they know who he is? - Only by nickname.

The Bookman. He researches and plans the crimes,

then flogs the ideas on to the villains who commit them.

He's a legend in London.

What about Ames?

Never heard of him. He doesn't seem to have form.

Oh, well. Let's see what his prints say.

Bellamy, go to the mortuary and take Ames' fingerprints.

Send a copy to Scotland Yard. You can go with him.

Mortuary?

Er, sarge, just to be on the safe side, I spoke to the bank.

A shipment of used notes leaves in two days.

If these jobs were for real, what about Ashfordly?

You may be right. But we need more concrete evidence

before Division listens. Bradley, check all visitors.

Ventress, see what you can find out about the crimes already committed.

Right, sarge.

MUSIC: 'Greensleeves'

Whoa, whoa.

What's wrong?

It's a useless map. I can't figure out which road to take.

Well, er...well, look, for goodness' sake, give me that...

HORSE SNORTS

Ooh!

He's eating my hat!

Mr Ames was some kind of bank robber?

At this point, it's only a suspicion.

And he was the brains rather than the brawn.

A pensioner, leading an apparently blameless life.

It's very hard to believe.

We can't afford to give him the benefit of the doubt.

What can we do to help?

For now, just keep an eye on any strangers.

By the way, who have you got here at the moment?

Three B&B's and one who came yesterday -

Mr Hemmings, here till the end of the week.

- Do you know him? - It's his second visit.

He was here a month ago with another fella.

Here we are. Mr Hemmings and a Mr Shannon.

- Right. What about the others? - All regulars.

- It's just not on, Mr Scripps. - Danny is a skilled horse,

I assure you.

Derek bought me this hat on our anniversary in Jersey!

Scripps' offers full compensation.

- What if the animal att*cks me? - Oh, he won't, Mrs Morris.

Danny only likes nice things to eat.

I mean - horse things.

Well, that's settled.

Now, enjoy your stop at the Horseshoe tonight.

It's an award-winning pub. I know you'll love it.

Come on, David. And in future, I'll do the talking.

- Hiya. - Hiya, Tom.

Out for your evening stroll? - Evening stroll?

I'm showing the uniform, if you don't mind.

How else could pretty girls like you sleep safe at night?

- It's hard, but we cope. - Things we do in the name of duty.

If only you knew. - Tell me about it some time.

I will! Whenever you want.

If you've any spare time, maybe one night this week.

Thanks, but I can't take you from your work.

They give us time off, you know, Jenny.

We feel safer knowing you're out there,

battling for the helpless females in Aidensfield.

Yes, sir. Yes, I'll do that, sir.

Thank you, sir. Goodbye.

It's Division. Wanted to know how things are shaping up.

Any news, Ventress? - We're doing our best, sarge.

I've managed to get a list of all those known to have been involved

in crimes planned by the Bookman.

- Any of the names familiar to us? - Er, no.

They're big-hitters from London.

If any show up here, we'll soon know about it.

Oh, well. It's a start, I suppose.

Um, Ventress?

You knew my wife reasonably well, didn't you?

We spoke now and then, mainly at functions.

Penny enjoyed talking to you. She often said so.

I...I don't have a lot to say for myself.

People can confuse that with being a good listener.

I remember once, she said...

you and I had a lot in common. I wonder what she meant by that?

Well, I suppose it's to do with the job.

You and I spend so much of our time just being coppers.

Maybe.

Being here gets me out from under Mrs Ventress's feet.

I never spent enough time at home.

Well, maybe I'm just lucky. She wants me out of the way.

Yeah... Thank you, Ventress.

Hello. Is that Webster's Hotel?

I'd like to speak to Mrs Craddock, please.

Thank you.

Room for two more?

Oh, yeah. Sure. Can I get you ladies a drink?

- No, my round. Same again? - Er, I'm fine, but thanks.

- G&T? - Thanks.

Oh, er...please sit down.

Tricia told me you were interested in Mr Ames.

His contact with people outside the village?

Yes.

I dropped round once with some pills.

He had family there - or that's what he said.

- Did you get to see them? - Just a glimpse through a door.

A youngish bloke and a woman,

and two other men, I think. Older men.

When was this?

A few weeks back.

I apologise for rushing off yesterday.

I'm working on a difficult case. - Of course.

You expect me to apologise for doing my job?

All I see is that you're much better off now.

A complaining, discontented wife

was the last thing you need. - Is that how you felt?

I was terribly unhappy.

I didn't know what to do.

Discussing feelings was not quite our style.

You could have explained.

I suppose he gave you everything I didn't?

It wasn't that. It was me. I'd reached the end.

He just made it easier to leave.

In your eyes I didn't exist. - You were my wife, Penny!

Everything I did was for us!

That's not how it felt.

You had no time for me.

Your frustration at not being promoted,

your worries about your team, your job -

that's what came home to me after a working day,

not the man I loved.

DOG BARKS

DOOR SLAMS

LOCK CLICKS

Bradley?

Tom had to break it down to get to the phone.

I'd say that speaks for itself, Bradley. Any injuries?

No. Apart from the sore shoulder

and nearly getting my head blown off, I'm fine.

What have you found?

Well, it wasn't a burglary. I think they wanted the stuff we removed.

To remove evidence now Ames is dead?

Lucky we found it first.

- What now, sarge? - Well, we see how they operate.

We know they're in the area.

More importantly, we know they're armed and mean business.

MUSIC: 'Feel Too Good' by The Move

♪ She's got me strollin' So you wonder why

♪ Man I was rollin'

♪ She has all I got

♪ Feel too good

♪ What can you do?

♪ Can't seem to control myself

♪ So how can I talk to you? ♪

Mr Scripps? Alex Burton. My wife, Linda.

We phoned this morning about the caravan holiday.

My little brother Vernon is the man you want.

Great. We're staying at the pub. Can we see the caravan now?

Might be tricky.

I'm afraid Vernon's a bit tied up at the moment.

Why not try again later?

BIRDSONG

Are you sure it was Danny who did all this damage?

Of course I am! He must have broken free in the night.

This is the result! - I'll tell you what.

Why don't you have breakfast, on the company,

and I'll sort out this little misunderstanding?

Mr Vernon! I've found Danny!

- Where is he? - In the vicar's vegetable garden.

Some holiday this is!

Thanks. Bye. Sarge... The fingerprints.

They match those the Yard hold on the Bookman.

He and Walter Ames

are one and the same. - Are they indeed!

At last. Good work, Ventress.

Any word on Ames since he came to the area?

No. The Book, so called, stopped circulating

about three years ago.

Word was that the Bookman had retired for good.

Why come out of retirement now, after so long?

Trish told me she advised Ames to move to a warmer climate.

A month ago, he deposits two grand in cash.

Two weeks later, he buys this for the same amount.

A house in the south of France. - Point being?

He's taking Tricia's advice. Why not do one last job

to cover the costs?

Now Division know who the Bookman is, thanks to us,

I expect they'll back us up.

And we know there's at least one armed man in the vicinity. Thanks.

Now. Is that a horse, or isn't it?

That's what you said last time, Joe.

He has to pull a wagon and not eat everything in sight.

Ah, not Swifty.

You'll find him a very sparse eater.

Goes on pure goodwill.

Anything else my clients should know?

He has a mind of his own, like all good horses.

Stronger than most.

I like Danny. It's not his fault nobody understands him.

That's something you've both got in common.

Two G&Ts, please.

How's your room, Mr Burton?

It's great. If you're part of the room service, even better.

And you a married man.

- My wife doesn't understand me. - That's what they all say.

- You've got me all wrong, Gina. - I know.

But flirting with the staff...

costs you extra. I'll put them on your room, shall I?

You do that.

Hey, Gina, who is that character?

He's one of Vernon's caravan clients.

He's only here for the night. - Well, stay away.

He's trouble.

I think I've seen him before, Gina.

A few weeks ago, he was visiting Mr Ames

when I delivered some pills there.

I'm almost certain it was him. - Have you told Mike Bradley?

I said I saw people at his house but I didn't know

any were back in the village. - Hang on.

Right, stay here. I'm going to have a snoop around.

No, I'll go.

I've got to put some linen out. - All right. Be careful.

I wouldn't trust either of them.

OK.

I warned you. No more Jack the Lad.

You keep it tight shut or you'll answer to me.

I had to break cover to stop you poncing about.

It won't happen again.

One more thing.

Tomorrow's job is a one-off chance to bag these notes.

If you don't show up, you'd better just keep on running.

I told you, I'll be there.

You'd better be, pal.

MUSIC: 'Greensleeves'

Well, go on, Swifty. Off you go.

Go on, you daft thing!

What's wrong with him?

How do I know?

Come on! Move it!

Pea-brained animal refuses to budge!

ALF: He's registered as Mr Parker. His real name's Gill Shannon.

He did time at Albany for armed robbery.

- You're sure? - Yes. We were expecting him.

He stayed at the Aidensfield Arms recently,

but used his real name.

CRADDOCK: So Mr Shannon's worked with Ames before.

Exactly. Now, the bloke with Shannon is Hemmings.

He's booked in at the Aidensfield Arms.

It's also his second visit to the village.

Raymond!

Penny. I can't talk to you now.

- Oh... - Excuse us.

I'm here on important police business.

- I'm sorry... - Please listen! I mean important!

I didn't know!

Sometimes other things come before your feelings!

Erm, that was too harsh. I'm sorry.

No, you're quite right. It was selfish of me to intrude

while you're working. Sorry.

- I apologise for that. - No harm done.

How would you like us to play it?

Shannon and Hemmings are the two we need.

Without proof we've got to catch them in the act.

I'll call Division. Bradley, call the bank and the post office.

We'll proceed tomorrow.

Swifty...

SWIFTY SNORTS

Come on, Swifty. Swifty! Come on.

Swifty. Come on, come on.

A few more yards and it's all yours.

Oh, what's the point? Perhaps he'd like the rest of my hat.

- We've got to let Scripps know. - How?

The nearest telephone box is probably miles away.

THUNDER

- Are you sure Gina got it right? - Yes, the Burtons are involved.

Hemmings was talking about a hit today - bank notes.

That confirms what we already know.

Any word on Hemmings and Shannon?

Shannon checked out of Webster's Hotel earlier.

And Hemmings left the pub. Likewise the Burtons.

They've hired one of Vernon's horse-drawn caravans - as cover.

This is our show. Division are there as backup.

So let's show them what we're made of.

Any questions?

Right. Good luck.

Oh, Mr Vernon, look. It's Danny.

VERNON: John, what are you playing at?

I told you, I didn't want to see that horse again.

Yes, but Dancer has colic, so it's Danny or nothing.

- Mr and Mrs Burton, I presume. - Mr Scripps.

Yorkshire weather, eh?

That the wagon? Can't wait to get going.

- Familiar with horses, are you? - No problem. I grew up on a farm.

Oh! Only, this one's a replacement. His name's Danny.

Don't take him near Ashfordly Hall.

Oh, we won't be going anywhere near civilisation.

Just out on the moors. Close to nature.

Our honeymoon, Mr Scripps. - Just the sort of clients

we welcome at Scripps' Roaming Holidays.

Vernon, that Mr Morris - he wants to see you again.

- What now? - He's stuck.

Had to walk miles to telephone us. Sounds a bit upset.

VERNON: The wagon broke down?

No, the horse has. Swifty's gone on strike.

Stopped walking yesterday. Hasn't budged since.

SCREECH OF TYRES

- They're almost there, sarge... - Quite aware of it, Ventress.

- Well? - Money's safely on its way, sarge.

Sarge.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

ALF: I don't understand why they didn't show up.

Maybe they changed their minds, with Ames dead and us on the trail.

Gina definitely heard Hemmings say

him and his mob were planning a robbery to take place today.

Well, if not here, where?

- I do apologise. - It's been a farce!

- What was all that about, sarge? - Don't ask.

I don't understand it, sarge.

Nor I. Division aren't happy either.

Either we've made a mistake or we've been led up the garden path.

Back to the drawing board.

MUSIC: 'Hi Ho Silver Lining' by Jeff Beck

Ashfordly Forest road, next track on the right.

- Mike. - What are these?

Some photos I've developed.

Holiday snaps, are they?

- Found them in Ames' darkroom. - What?

- You should have handed them in. - What's the use of a roll of film?

You don't muck about with evidence.

OK! So I made a mistake.

We can't afford mistakes - not on a case like this.

- What's up? - Nicholson found these

in Ames' darkroom

after we searched it. - I didn't report it.

I thought it might speed things up if I developed them.

Hemmings and his mob not showing up

wasn't because of the bank or post office,

but Ashfordly rail station and the security mail room.

That's where the used bank notes go before going on the mail train.

Why take one bank's proceeds when you can have the lot?

- The raid can't have happened yet. - When's the last mail delivery?

Er... minutes ago.

We've got to act quickly. Nicholson, stay here.

The rest, come with me.

- What about Division? - No time.

Phone and ask for immediate backup.

Right, sarge.

TRAIN WHISTLE

♪ A black cat crossed my trail

♪ Bad luck ain't got me so far

♪ And you know I ain't gonna let it stop me now ♪

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Freight delivery. - Just a second, please.

On the floor! On the floor!

Down! Down! Down!

Stay there! Don't move a muscle.

Stay there!

Hold it! Hold it!

ALARM RINGS

Stupid...!

Off you go!

Move back!

g*nsh*t AND SCREAMING

TOM, ON RADIO: 'Control to Sergeant Craddock.'

- Craddock here. - Just to report, sir.

Armed raid on the mail depot. Two men involved.

'Car a pale green Zephyr.'

Registration number Charlie, Lima, Alpha, , , , Charlie.

'Last seen heading in the Aidensfield direction.'

Calm down, Nicholson. Get on to Division.

'Request road blocks on all routes out of the area. Over and out.'

Step on it, Bellamy.

You sent us out with not one but two deranged horses!

Teething troubles.

- We demand our money back! - I'm sorry, Mrs Morris.

According to company policy, all we can offer

is some extra free days,

courtesy of Scripps' Roaming Holidays.

Who do you think I am? Some kind of masochist?

What about all them deposits you've taken?

No, David. We have to stick to company policy.

You will be hearing from my lawyer!

Come on, Diane.

MIKE: No, stop! That was them.

MUSIC: 'Hi Ho Silver Lining' by Jeff Beck

♪ That's where you're at

♪ Going down a bumpy hillside

♪ In your hippy hat

♪ Flying across the country

NEIGHING

Whoa!

The other way!

We're supposed to go the other way!

♪ When you're tired of that...

ALEX: He's off his rocker!

Whoa! Whoa! Hold it!

Stop! Whoa!

♪ I see the sun is shining

♪ But I won't make a fuss

♪ Though it's obvious... ♪

Now, remember they're armed. No moves until they're out of the car.

Speeding, were we?

- Get out of the car, please, sir. - What's wrong?

Just a routine vehicle inspection, sir.

- Right, Ventress, search the car. - What's going on?

It's Mr Hemmings and Mr Shannon, isn't it?

Did you enjoy your visit to the railway station?

- Railway station? - No money, no weapons.

Car's clean, sarge.

They're both clean, sarge.

Whoa! Whoa!

NEIGHING

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Oh!

Whoa!

♪ And it's hi ho silver lining

♪ Anywhere you go

♪ Well, baby

♪ I see your sun is shining

♪ But I won't make a fuss

♪ Though it's obvious

MAN: Danny!

Danny! What are you doing?

Come on!

♪ And it's hi ho silver lining

♪ Anywhere you go

♪ Well, baby

♪ I see your sun is shining

♪ But I won't make a fuss... ♪

CRADDOCK: We won't be able to hold them for long.

If they haven't got the money, where is it?

Bellamy, get on to Nicholson.

Find out how much money was taken in that raid.

MIKE: When Nicholson radioed,

he spoke of a two-man raid, which means the Burtons weren't there.

Maybe the plan was to meet later so money could change hands.

- Yes, the Burtons. - They hired a gypsy caravan.

Perhaps it's part of the plan. - They won't get far

in a horse and cart. - Sarge, I've spoken to Nicholson.

The head gardener at Ashfordly Hall

has made a complaint. - Not now, Bellamy!

The complaint was about damage done by a runaway caravan -

the same one used by the Burtons.

- Where's the caravan? - Try the kitchen garden.

Keys, please.

To boldly go

were no gypsy caravan has ever gone before.

According to Vernon, his horse used to work on Ashfordly's estate.

He developed a penchant for Lord Ashfordly's vegetables.

- Ashfordly Police Station. - Very intelligent animals, horses.

If anyone deserves a reward, it's that horse.

Sarge, it's Division.

Sergeant Craddock.

Yes, sir. It's in the bag, along with the money and the weapons.

Thank you, sir.

Tomorrow?

Well, I'll need some time to think about it.

Yes, sir. Tomorrow it is.

Yes, I'll tell them, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Goodbye, sir.

The Superintendent has asked me to extend

his deep appreciation for your efforts.

Add to that my own.

Very well done.

SLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

I want to apologise for the other night.

No, it was my fault. It was a mistake to come back.

Why did you come? The truth.

The truth?

I'm not really sure.

Perhaps the feeling there might still be something here for me.

I don't want a divorce, Penny.

I've been offered promotion.

Yes, at last,

and to a rank beyond that I expected.

I'm pleased for you.

You deserve it. I want you to be happy, Raymond.

Yes, I know that, now.

I also know there's got to be more in my life than a career.

I need the woman I love.

I need my wife.

I've missed you, Penny.

It wouldn't work. We'd end up back where we started.

You don't understand. My career means nothing without you.

I took you for granted for years.

Since you left, I've lost sight of what it feels like to be happy.

You are, and always will be, the most important thing in my life.

This is a chance for a fresh start.

A new life.

I'm leaving Ashfordly, Penny, and I want you to come with me.

Did you keep up your dancing?

No.

Nor me.