16x03 - Intelligent Matters

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OWL HOOTS

DISTANT DOG BARKS

DISTANT DOG BARKS

PEGGY: I don't know

how people sleep at nights these days.

There's nothing but scandal and crime in the papers.

I'm off, Aunt Peg. I'm meeting Mr Scripps.

It's a bit early.

Well, we did a funeral last week.

Mrs Copley.

Her family want us to clear the house out.

Hang on.

Is it Sadie Copley you mean? Married to Colin Copley?

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, she were a right gold-digger, she were.

She collared him for his money.

Then when he ran off and left her,

she clung on to the house and a good chunk of the brass.

Right, I'll best be off then.

Wait a minute.

I'll get dressed and I'll come with you.

Sadie Copley ought to have an item or two

worth looking at.

SIGHS

GLASS CRUNCHES UNDERFOOT

Mrs Tupper?

WOMAN MOANS SOFTLY

GROANS

Alice! Alice, whatever's happened?

PEGGY:Huh, house clearing?

There's hardly owt left to clear.

Family took what they wanted.

We're to shift the rest.

Stripped the place bare.

Where's her posh clothes gone?

Sisters took 'em.

Oh, the greedy beggars.

What about furniture, antiques and so on?

Hm. Van came to collect all that.

Oh, I don't know.

Poor old Sadie. Huh.

Hardly cold in her grave

and folk turn up like vultures,

picking at her carcass.

Quite.

I were woken up in the middle of the night.

I were terrified.

I heard them break into my shed.

I never had a wink of sleep after that.

Oh, it's a good thing that you turned up, lass.

At least they didn't ransack the house.

-Or come up and harm you. - No.

They just stole food out of my larder.

Drink your tea.

I'll look round and make sure they've gone, all right?

MAN: Sorry.

What do you think you're doing?

- Sorry, madam. - You stole that, didn't you?

Please. Money. Hungry.

- Who are you? - Please. Sorry.

You can explain yourself to the police.

Niet. No police.

Oi, come here, you!

Got that. Leave it with us, Carol.

That was Nurse Cassidy from a phone box, sarge.

There's been a break-in out at Alice Tupper's place.

The suspect's just fled the scene.

He was a foreign chap, quite scruffy.

Looked like a seaman. Smelt of fish.

Radio Walker. Get him over there.

Alert Bellamy as well.

WINCES

Are you all right, sarge?

Ruddy toothache.

One of my back teeth's playing up.

You won't be your usual

cheery self today, then, will you?

Foreign sailor? Where do you reckon he was from?

Sounded Polish or Russian.

Panicked when I mentioned the police.

And how's Alice?

She's in a terrible state.

Had no sleep. She's still shaking.

I'll ride round. See if I can spot him.

Thanks, Rob.

I notice Bernie never offered to pay me

for helping you shift this little lot.

Here.

You didn't help us load it.

Me and Mr Scripps did all the work.

Aye, well, most of this stuff

wants taking straight down the tip.

Oh, hang on.

Now, this might be worth a bob or two.

Here you are. David, put it on one side.

Oh, what's the use!

What's that? Let me have a look.

Oh, it's nice handwriting.

"How might the deed be done.

A Kn*fe, a g*n.Poison.

This perfect m*rder...

must need to have some thought."

'Ey up. What's all this about?

Your blood pressure's fine,

considering the fright you've had.

I can't tell you how grateful I am

that you came this morning, lass.

Well, you'd better stay in today.

I'll do that bit of shopping you wanted.

I'll drop it round later.

The police will get him, Alice.

He won't be back. So don't worry, eh?

You should've seen her face. I had to laugh.

There was nowt left for her to get her grubby paws on.

Aw, poor old Peggy. Oh!

You gave me a right fright there.

- Sorry. - Can we help you?

- Is there anything you need? -Please. Bus. Whitby?

Whitby? Erm, the bus stop's just up there by the shops.

Please. Thank you.

Don't like the look of that one.

ALF: "Control to Panda One, over."

BELLAMY: Go ahead, Alf. Over.

"Bernie Scripps just phoned in.

Chap answering our foreigner's description

acting suspiciously near the garage."

Where is he now? Over.

"Headed on foot in the Whitby direction.

He can't have got far."

Have you found any more notebooks hidden away?

No, I haven't. I've been through the whole lot.

Well, this is a mystery, no mistake.

It's definitely a woman's hand.

Must be Mrs Copley, then.

"My love for B

can never take flight while CC lives."

CC? Who can that be?

It can only be one person.

Colin Copley. Sadie's husband.

You see, maybe he didn't simply

just run off and leave her.

Sounds to me like her and her fancy man

had planned to do him in.

TYRES SCREECHING

You've got nowhere to go, mate.

You got him?

Come here. It's all right.

TYRES SCREECHING

-What are you playing at? - Morning, Rob.

We'll take your prisoner from here.

-We? - Get him out of the car.

Well, let 'em.

CID will have to deal with the paperwork, then.

Right, you, out.

Hang on, Phil. It's irregular, isn't it?

Sergeant Miller never mentioned anything

about handing the suspect over to CID.

-It'll be fine. - Better have a word with him.

Leave it, Rob. I'll square things with Miller.

No offence, sarge,

but I'd feel easier if I talked to him myself.

She wants to take a prisoner off you on the open road?

Certainly not. Over.

ROB:"What do I tell her, sarge? Over."

Tell her he's coming in to Ashfordly

where proper procedures will be followed.

Over and out.

I'm afraid the sergeant's insisting

on doing things by the book.

Well, over to you then, Rachel.

You need to sort out these local plods and sharpish.

You say you are Andrei Beschastnych,

Russian trawlerman.

And that your boat put into Whitby

after developing engine trouble.

Yes.

We at sea many week.

Go ashore Whitby. Have beer.

But you were arrested miles from Whitby.

What are you doing here?

Bar near Whitby.

I get drunk, get on bus, go back boat.

Fall sleep, go wrong way and here.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Er, sorry, sarge. DS Dawson's here.

Wants an urgent word.

Good of you to see us, George.

This is Guy Maitland from the Home Office in London.

How can I help you, Mr Maitland?

What I'm going to tell you is classified.

Sensitive equipment has recently become operative

at Fylingdales, near here.

We know that the Soviets

use some of their trawler fleet as spy ships.

The man you have in custody is from a Russian trawler

that put into Whitby for repair.

Yes, he's told us that.

Are you saying he's off a spy trawler?

No, not exactly.

When it was granted permission to come in,

I was sent to inspect the vessel.

It's clean. It's a normal fishing boat.

So what's the problem?

Last night we realised

that one of the crew hadn't returned,

which was suspicious.

Yes. He said he got drunk. Got lost.

Good story. It's possible that the KGB sent him ashore

to pick up intelligence,

maybe from a local source working at Fylingdales.

How did you know we'd arrested him?

We're monitoring all local short-wave traffic.

We picked up your officers' calls.

So, do you have any actual evidence

that he's here as a spy?

It's a common KGB ploy.

Find an excuse to get trawlermen ashore,

then leave one, an agent, behind.

So you have no evidence.

Do you have a warrant to question this man?

-No, not as yet. - What are you asking of me?

Mr Maitland would like you

to hand him over to the security services.

Give them a chance to interrogate him.

On what grounds?

I've had him arrested for burglary,

not on suspicion of espionage.

We are talking about a potential thr*at

to national security.

Then you'll put in the proper procedures

to officially question this man.

Isn't this being a little obstructive?

Isn't lifting people off the streets

and arbitrarily interrogating them

what they do in police states, Mr Maitland?

I'll concede. It was a bit of a mystery.

Colin just suddenly upped and left her

and never came back as far as I know.

That's because Sadie did him in.

Oh, don't be daft.

You were sergeant at Ashfordly at the time, right?

Was there no suspicion of foul play

when he went missing?

Of course not.

Sadie was a bit eccentric, I'll give you that,

but one of the nicest, sweetest ladies

you could ever wish to meet.

She was a cold, calculating k*ller, Oscar.

She says so here, in her own words.

If you think you've seriously got evidence of wrongdoing,

then take your information to the police.

I'm sorry. Sergeant Miller can be very stubborn.

Tosh about police states.

The Soviets wouldn't pussyfoot around

if they found an Englishman

sneaking near secret installations.

He's just acting by the book.

We have to fight this w*r with our hand tied

we have to play by the rules, but the enemy doesn't.

Claims he got off the bus outside Aidensfield,

looked for shelter, found Alice's shed,

knocked on her door, no answer.

So he broke in, looking for food,

intending to pay for it later.

You believe him?

Carol said he did offer money.

He panicked when she mentioned the police.

Says he was frightened being in a strange country.

Put him in the cells for now.

I'll see what Alice Tupper wants to do about it.

Yeah, I've come to report that our David broke a vase.

And I found something in it.

Evidence of a m*rder.

Whose m*rder?

In the writing it says CC.

So it must be him, CC, you see.

CC, you see? Look, I'm sorry. I'm lost.

'Ey, sergeant.

I have uncovered a m*rder.

Really? Where's the body?

Oh, well, I've no idea. It happened years ago.

There won't be much of it left now.

It'll all sort of, you know, rotted away.

And who committed this ancient m*rder?

Sadie Copley.

Now, she's dead herself. The funeral were last week.

We can't charge her then.

I don't think you're taking this seriously.

I have a toothache and a case that's giving me a headache.

The last thing I want is a pain in the backside.

Deal with it, Younger.

Well, of all the flaming cheek!

I'll tell you what, Mrs Armstrong,

when you find an actual corpse,

you come back and let us know.

-All right? - Come on.

You might have asked your men to introduce themselves.

She's terrified out of her wits again.

-My men? - Chaps looking in her shed.

I assume they were CID.

The only officer I know to have been here

is Constable Walker.

Did you talk to these men?

No. They were leaving as I arrived.

I didn't catch their voices, no.

Put the wind up me just seeing them there.

Don't fret about it, Alice. We'll get to the bottom of it.

Now, the thing is,

I have to decide whether to charge this man or not.

It being a minor offence and him being a foreigner,

it might be easier to let him off with a caution.

Minor offence?

He smashed a window, stole food,

frightened the life out of her.

It's your decision, Mrs Tupper.

Do you want to make a formal complaint?

Erm, I'm not sure.

Thing is, I can't hold him for too long.

Don't pressure her, please, sergeant.

She's upset by these other two who came round.

Give her a bit of time to calm down.

- She'll let you know. - Fair enough.

Guy simply wants the opportunity

to question this man.

You seem very friendly with our man from the Home Office.

Come on. He's a reasonable bloke doing a difficult job.

I'm just trying to help him.

Well, why not get Special Branch in with a warrant?

That takes time. Endless procedures.

We've got him in custody right now.

It's an opportunity to question him.

It's Miller's decision.

You could try and persuade him.

He hates being ordered about by CID, but respects you.

He'll listen.

- He likes things by the book. - Don't I know it?

If he turns out to be a spy and Miller lets him go,

then we'll all end up looking idiots.

Library books.

All about crime.

I took them out in your name

because I've still got fines outstanding.

If the police can't do their job properly,

well, I shall have to do it for 'em.

What, be a detective, you mean?

"My love for B

cannot take flight while CC lives."

Now, Sadie's lover had the initial B.

He could still be alive.

If we can identify him, we're getting somewhere.

-B. - Mm.

That could be Bert Higgins. Used to cut her grass for her.

Bert Higgins was when he popped his clogs.

I hardly think it would be him.

No decision has yet been made.

I'm leaving that up to Mrs Tupper.

And I would have appreciated you informing me

that you were sending officers round to her house.

Two plain clothes men were seen searching her shed.

They didn't speak to her.

They weren't CID.I'm the only officer assigned to this case.

I don't like the sound of this.

Looks like they were waiting for Beschastnych.

I think you should let me question him.

You know my position on that.

Rob!

- Glad I caught you, Rob. - How can I help?

Message for your sergeant.

Alice just wants to be left alone.

She doesn't want to press charges.

Local police have arrested him for a petty crime.

They won't play ball.

- Can't you take care of that? - It's not easy.

Penpushers in my department want evidence

before involving the security services.

Been a lot of NATO leaks recently.

We're certain Soviet trawlers are involved.

An agent falling into our hands

could be the breakthrough we need.

I know. It's frustrating.

It's a perfect scenario to exploit.

An opportunity to discreetly get him on a cargo plane,

ship him back to the States,

where we could really go to work, milk him dry.

I'm keen to help you. I'll see what I can do.

All right.

There was one very frightened old lady in that house.

She didn't sleep all night.

- You should be ashamed! - Sorry.

Not know old lady in house. I knock on door, no answer.

She was upstairs, terrified.

Did not know. Very sorry.

WINCES

Toothache, sergeant?

Very good, oil of cloves. Yes?

Yes. Oil of cloves. I'll try it. Thank you.

I'm very sorry about old lady.

-Truly. - I'm glad you are.

All right. You're free to go and rejoin your ship.

Younger, give this chap his stuff back,

find him a cup of tea and put him on the next bus to Whitby.

ROB: Er, sarge.

Shouldn't we inform Sergeant Dawson

before letting him go?

It's not her case,

but I'll make sure she's told in due course.

Ah, here it is.

At last, eh?

Now remember, ask for Whitby docks.

Thank you. Dosvidanya.

He just seemed like an ordinary fisherman to me.

If he was KGB, he'd have been trained to appear like that.

What's this? Lads' night out?

Hardly. Couple of pints and back for a cocoa.

A proper night out would do you the world of good.

Let your hair down a bit.

Try telling that to Miller.

Doesn't like his coppers with hangovers.

It's all work and no play at the station these days, Gina.

What's up with Phil?

How do you mean?

It's like he won't face reality.

Debbie and the kids have gone,

but he won't talk about it, not to me.

You know what he's like, Gina.

Always did keep his own counsel, our Bellamy.

Unlike some people I know.

Sadie's mystery lover, B.

I mean, there's Brian Riley over there.

Big Bob.

Bernie Scripps.

Mr Scripps?

Well, perhaps not.

Course, it could be a surname B.

You've got Jim Bolus, Ernie Baxter.

Oscar Blaketon. You can't afford to rule him out.

We've got to get the k*ller to betray himself.

-How are we going to do that? - Well...

The m*rder books reckon

that if you put the k*ller under thr*at,

he often goes back to the scene of the crime.

Where's that, though?

There's a clue in Sadie's scribblings.

"Where better to do the fell deed

than in the spot where B and I

consummated our love,

the woody knoll by the lily pond

on the private estate."

Where might that be around here?

-Morning, Alf. - How are you feeling, sarge?

Damn tooth.

-All quiet? - No, sarge. Got visitors.

Andrei Beschastnych didn't return to his trawler.

Got off the Whitby bus at a remote stop outside Ashfordly,

- the middle of the moors. -Are you sure?

Positive. I interviewed the driver.

I think we should have been informed

prior to this release.

If he was just a trawlerman, why do that?

It's an extremely worrying development.

Yes, I can see that.

His trawler was granted permission to enter a port.

Her crew were not given carte blanche

to wander over the countryside.

This time we'd appreciate some co-operation from you.

I'd like him picked up as a matter of urgency.

SIGHS

PEGGY: "..than in the spot

where B and I consummated our love.

The woody knoll by the lily pond

on the private estate."

Hey, there's a lily pond.

And there's your woody knoll.

And this is private land.

No, it's got to be it.

Aunt Peg, I've gone all shivery.

That's because a foul deed were done here, David.

Now, we need to find a clever way

to unmask the m*rder*r.

DOOR CREAKS

What are you doing back here?

Come back. Mend window. New lock.

Bring food.

I not bad man. Sorry.

Feel really bad. Frighten old lady.

Sorry.

ENGINE STARTS

I've put our American cousins in the picture.

I imagine they're not happy

with the m*llitary bases they've got up here.

So we have to come out of this with a positive result.

The United States are our closest ally.

It's vital that they feel they can trust us.

They'd love access to this trawlerman.

If he is a spy, he could be highly beneficial.

If he's a fisherman, he'll still know

which of the trawler fleet might be spy ships.

We can squeeze a lot out of someone like him.

Even if he's innocent, by not returning to his ship

he's given us a legitimate opportunity

to interrogate the hell out of him.

Nearly finish, OK?

Alice said to come in for tea when you're ready.

I know you all think I'm daft about this m*rder business,

but I am getting closer to solving it.

Really? What's happened now then?

Well, I have found a second notebook Sadie wrote.

Now in it she shows her concern

that her lover has left evidence of their guilt

at the m*rder scene.

And where exactly is the m*rder scene?

Well, I don't know yet.

But there are clues

and I'm getting close to finding it.

Yeah, she's being a detective.

You know, like that Miss Marble.

Lost her marbles more like.

LAUGHTER

It's not funny.

I'm certain I shall find the evidence he left there

that will unmask his identity and bring him to justice.

What a load of old rubbish.

But at least you've given us a laugh over this,

if nowt else.

LAUGHTER

Never mind Blaketon scoffing.

Once word gets out that the k*ller slipped up

and I'm closing in, you'll see.

He'll return to the scene.

CAROL: Your wife looks lovely. What's her name?

Katya.My son Nikolai.

Oh, he's the spit of his dad, eh?

She says he looks like you.

Yes, yes. Thank you.

CAROL: Don't you need to be getting back to your boat?

I get bus Whitby?

You'd do better on the train.

I can give you a lift to the station.

-Yes, please. Thank you. - OK.

Sorry I frighten you.

-Dosvidanya, Alice. - Thank you.

Goodbye, Andrei.

The longer he is undetected,

the greater the potential thr*at that he poses.

We have every available man looking for him.

Division have been alerted. We're doing all we can.

I still can't believe we had him and you let him go.

TRAIN WHISTLE

- Ask for a single to Whitby. - Single Whitby.Thank you.

Bye, Andrei.Safe journey.

How are you keeping?

MUSIC: 'I Can See For Miles' by The Who

Come here! Come here!

Argh!

♪ I know you've deceived me now here's a surprise

Get him in the car.

♪ I know that you have cos there's magic in my eyes

- Get in. Go on, get in. - CAROL: Andrei?

♪ I can see for miles and miles

♪ And miles and miles

♪ And miles ♪

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly police.

All right, now slow down.

OK, we'll be right over.

Alf, put out an alert.

Been a sh**ting incident at Aidensfield station,

possibly involving our Russian.

Right, sarge.

You definitely heard a sh*t?

Oh, yes. Definitely. Oh, yeah.

Sarge.

Look. Spots of blood.

- You're sure it was him? - It was definitely Andrei.

They practically carried him

into the back of the car and drove off.

Did he resist?

He seemed dazed. He's a nice man.

After he replaced Alice's window,

he showed us photos of his family.

That's where he'd been?

At the old lady's making good the damage?

Yeah.

We found traces of blood. Did you see a g*n?

No, but I know who the two men with Andrei were.

The pair I saw at Alice Tupper's yesterday.

The Russians sent men to lift him before we did.

Why would the Russians use a g*n?

If I'd questioned him, I might know the answer.

I'd better talk to London.

This whole affair has been badly mismanaged.

I don't like it.

It's even spookier at this time of night.

We need to get ourselves hidden.

-How long we here? - As long as it takes.

He'll come. You mark my words. He'll come.

Yes. Yes, all right. Thank you.

Sorry, sarge. No sign.

All right. Division are sending some more men over.

You two get some rest and get back first thing, eh?

Poor old Miller's gonna catch it for this.

Decent man is George,

but there's not much room for decency

in the world we're dealing with.

Oh? How do you mean?

I'm beginning to feel sorry for this Russian.

Whoever's got him.

Who are you?

What do you want?

My ship she go soon. I not get home.

Terrible trouble for my family.

DOOR OPENS

You made a right mess of that, didn't you?

I wanted him lifted quietly.

Caused a major incident. You know the rules on g*ns.

GROANS

It went off by accident.

You're going to need treatment.

There's a doctor in Leeds who won't ask any questions.

Go here at first light.

Can we go home now? No-one's coming.

PEGGY SIGHS

All right. But we're coming back. Wait!

RUSTLING

What was that? I heard a twig snap.

- Aunt Peg, I'm really scared. - It's him!

It's the m*rder*r.

He'll k*ll us if he finds us here.

GASPS

He's got a g*n.

All right! All right!

Don't sh**t.

What do you pair think you're doing here?

It's the flaming gamekeeper.

Once the doctor's sorted you, you're on your own.

If the police pick you up, deny everything.

-OK. - Good luck.

MUSIC: 'I'll Be Creepin' by Free

Need to get him to the Yanks and out of the country.

I'll fix it.

♪ Opportunity, baby

♪ Never knocks twice

♪ If you are tryin' to fool me, baby

♪ Don't play around

♪ Cos when I get to you, baby

HORN HONKING

♪ I won't make no sound

♪ Cos I'll be creepin'

HORN BLARES CONTINUOUSLY

HORN STOPS

I can't count how many times you've been reported

poaching on Lord Ashfordly's estate.

Honestly, she wasn't poaching this time.

I...I don't go poaching at any time.

We were there to expose that m*rder*r I told you about.

You said she was dead. Wasn't her funeral last week?

This is another one. She had an accomplice.

Oh, dear Lord.

Younger, deal with it, will you?

Let them off with a warning.

Yes, sergeant.

-Any word about our Russian? - No, sarge.

We've had a report of an RTA. There's a car off the road.

Rob Walker's dealing with that.

One vehicle, one driver.

Rob, this is one of the men

from the railway station last night.

Flight leaves at hours.

I don't want him on the base too long.

Sure.

What about the police?

They think his abductors may have been KGB.

I have a tame CID liaison officer.

-It's under control. - This could play well for us.

But if anything goes wrong, we never talked, right?

Right.

The agency can't be seen in unlawful activity in the UK.

Understood.

Get him to us.

I've dressed the wound.

That should keep it clean for the moment.

All right, let's find out how you received a b*llet wound.

Let's start with your name.

I checked his wallet and pockets, sarge.

- No ID on him at all. -That's unusual.

We have witnesses who say they saw you drag a man

from the railway station yesterday.

Who are you? What have you done with him?

Nurse Cassidy, would you leave us for a moment?

That leg looked painful.

GROANS

Sorry. Didn't mean to hurt.

What did you say your name was again?

I'm working for British Intelligence.

-I'm saying no more. - Your controlling officer is?

A man was kidnapped, a sh*t was fired.

You don't talk, I'll throw the book at you.

MI won't help.

Maitland will hang you out to dry.

You do work for him, don't you?

Where is Beschastnych?

Right.

I'm arresting you on suspicion

of intimidation and kidnapping.

I'm looking forward to informing CID about this.

I knew absolutely nothing about those men.

Guy Maitland has used me from the beginning.

He's tried to use us all.

His man won't talk.

Maitland wanted to hand him

to the Americans for interrogation

whether he was a spy or not.

ROB: Where's Maitland now?

I left a message to meet me here.

Sarge, there is something we could try.

He's here, sarge.

- Rachel around? - In the sergeant's office.

Go straight through.

Any news on our missing Russian?

I think you'd better ask Sergeant Dawson that.

Tell these clowns to see sense.

They're threatening to charge me.

Sorry, do I know you?

You must do. He clearly knows you.

No, I've never seen this man before in my life.

- Oh, thanks a lot, pal. - All right.

I can't be any clearer. I don't know him.

MILLER: He certainly knows you.

No, he says he does.

- Where is Beschastnych? - You tell me.

It's highly unlikely he's been involved in any spying.

His ship sails tomorrow.

If he doesn't show up, they'll assume he's defected.

He may never see his wife and son again.

It's a shame, but there's nothing I can do.

You can release him.

You're hiding him somewhere.

Release him now before you get into more trouble.

Assuming I did have him, if I released him,

I'd be cashing in my only chip left in the game

by admitting to involvement in unlawful activity.

If you don't, I'll charge your man with everything.

Kidnapping, endangering the public,

cavalier use of firearms.

Now, my guess is your man won't like being the fall guy.

Your name will be revealed in open court.

It'll be all over the press.

Your credibility will be in tatters.

Well, we seem to have reached an impasse, then.

Because if I was holding Beschastnych,

why would I free him, risk incriminating myself

and ruining my career?

I don't give a damn about your career.

I'm concerned about an innocent man

who's being used as a pawn in a rather dirty game.

I have a suggestion.

MUSIC: 'Crossroads by Cream

♪ I went down to the crossroads

♪ Fell down on my knees ♪

Ready?

Uncuff him.

Uncuff him.

♪ I went down to the crossroads

♪ Tried to flag a ride

♪ Down to the crossroads

♪ Tried to flag a ride

♪ Nobody seemed to know me

♪ Everybody passed me by

♪ Well, I'm going down to Rosedale

♪ Take my rider by my side

♪ Going down to Rosedale

♪ Take my rider by my side ♪

Off you go.

♪ You can still borrow a house, baby

♪ On the riverside ♪

Rob.

ENGINE STARTS

Hop on the bike.

We could still nick him, sarge.

No. When I give my word, I keep it.

That's why I can sleep at night and he probably can't.

I'd rather have permanent toothache

than deal with the likes of him.

- Made it. You're in time. - Thank you.

Next time I come England, I no drink.

- Dosvidanya. - Dosvidanya.

Good luck.

You obviously saw through Maitland right away.

Pity your female sergeant isn't as perceptive.

So what's she like, Rachel Dawson?

Comes over as a bit starchy to me.

Er, she's OK.

Oh, speak of the devil.

Right, what are you both having?

So how are the sleuths getting on, then?

Found the m*rder*r yet?

It's no joke, Gina.

If Lord Ashfordly brought this

to the attention of the police,

they'd pretty soon do something about it.

Just chuck that book away and forget all about it.

What is it, Peggy?

It's tantamount to confession of m*rder by Sadie Copley,

but your lot won't investigate it.

Oh, so this is what you were talking about

at the station.

Don't listen, Alf. It's a load of nonsense.

No, it's not.

You're right there, Peggy. It's not nonsense.

Well, not as such.

Mrs Ventress, she did creative writing classes.

I recognise this.

It's the notes on the draft

of a short crime story that Sadie wrote.

She got a prize for it.

Then Colin Copley wasn't m*rder*d?

No. No, he ran off with a cleaner.

It was hushed up,

but Sadie never got over the shame of her husband

running off with a charlady.

I get a Christmas card from him every year.

Seems like your case is solved, Miss Marble.

LAUGHTER