18x10 - Ups And Downs

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

♪ Outside my window

♪ Is a tree

♪ Outside my window

♪ Is a tree

♪ There only for me

♪ And it stands in the grey of the city

♪ No time for pity

♪ For the tree or me

♪ There is a world of pain

♪ In the falling rain

♪ Around me

♪ Is there a reason for today?

♪ Is there a reason for today? ♪

BARKING

Go on. Get the stick.

Deefer.

What have you found?

WOMAN:Morning.

'Ey, you can't just park up here.

Why not?

Cos it's my field.

It's private. Private land.

But it's standing empty. No crops on here.

I'm not causing any harm.

That's not the point, though, is it really?

How would you like it

if I parked my lorry in your garden?

Don't be silly. I haven't got a garden.

Hmm. I haven't even got a house.

Fancy a mug of tea?

Er, no.Thank you.

Deefer!

DAWSON: Owners are away.

No sign of any forced entry anywhere.

The housekeeper admits she didn't realise

the window up there had been left open.

Must have had a ladder, I suppose.

No obvious signs on the ground.

What was taken?

Jewellery. Original prints cut from their frames.

Cash.

However they got up there it's a pro job, this.

-Morning. - He'll be out in a minute.

It's not petrol I'm after.

What's the pub like? Beer any good?

They serve a decent pint,

but you'd be better off using petrol.

Very good. It's not petrol or beer I'm looking for.

I need directions. Ashfordly Hall?

That's easy.Straight ahead. First right. Second left.

Through the big gates. And Bob's your uncle.

- How do you know? - I live here.

That my uncle's name's Bob. Well, Robert actually.

Thanks for the directions. I appreciate that.

You're welcome.

ENGINE STARTS

It's a bit of a puzzle how they managed to get up there.

There was a ladder, but we don't think they used it.

Without a ladder it would have taken a skilled climber.

Had a head for heights.

To do it at night they must have had some nerve.

What about Tommy Hugget? He used to be a steeplejack.

He used to work up tall chimneys and the like.

Be just up his street.

Good idea, but he's in Armley Prison

doing a stretch I believe.

So we need to get out and about

looking for potential cat burglars.

Yes, start with the antique shops

and auction houses.

See if any of the stuff

at Branscombe House has turned up yet.

HORN HONKS

Not long open and rushed off my feet.

I could do with somebody full time like Rosie was.

Have you heard from her recently?

A couple of month back she sent a postcard

saying she was coming home, but nowt since.

Thanks, Bernie.

I've been thinking about going to Australia myself.

My brother's out there somewhere.

Carol, it's a long way to go just on your own on spec.

Rosie, I suppose she's changed her travel plans.

You young people!

HORN HONKING

Oh! Hang on a minute!

MAN: Kind of you to invite me, my Lord.

Charles, please!

I had a call from the Thrapston-Smythes

singing your praises.

-How are Ollie and Sarah? - Top form.

I hope you didn't mind them suggesting I drop in.

Not at all.Let me.

Any friend of theirs and so forth.

You're en route to Edinburgh I gather.

Regimental reunion.

Since I left the Army

I've come involved in horse-breeding business.

Really?

My idea is to start a stud farm and stables.

I'm new to it myself,

but the team I'm with are pretty go ahead.

Looking for a farm, a few hundred acres.

Good hacking country. Possibly in these parts.

I'm happy to help in any way I can.

Come on through.

PEGGY:'Look at her!'

Sat there as if she owns the place.

The cheeky young madam!

Don't be too nasty to her. She was very nice to me.

Hey, what do you think you're playing at?

This is private land.

The only way you can stop is to cough up some rent.

Oh, no, no, no.

Don't give me the old deaf and dumb act.

- You pay up or you go. - Peggy?

Peggy Armstrong? It's Sofia.

Sofia Fantoni!

Hey! Ey!

Oh, I checked up on Tommy Hugget.

He got early release from Armley Prison.

Been out a month.

He's living in Aidensfield now.

Inform PC Mason.

Let's have a word with our steeplejack, shall we?

Yeah, I think I may have heard on the grapevine

about your accident.

Did my leg in. Had to pack up the circus.

That's a shame.

Sofia's family were in the circus, you know.

The Fabulous Flying Fantonis.

How come you two met?

Oh, well, it were a good few years back now.

I was doing some business with a chap in the circus.

The Kn*fe thrower, El Zorro.

Real name Sid Dakin from Barnsley.

Hm, and if I ever find that rat again

I'll stick all six knives in his back.

CHUCKLES

Hey, it is good to see you, Sofia.

Do you know, I've never forgotten

that smile of yours, love.

DAVID: That's the first thing I noticed.

It's lovely. Sorry, no offence.

No. Thank you, David. You've a nice smile yourself.

Very genuine.

MUSIC: 'Good Times Bad Times' by The Rolling Stones

♪ There have been good times

♪ There have been bad times

♪ I had my share of hard times, too ♪

Tommy.

I'd like a word, please.

I'm PC Mason, the village bobby.

I'm working. Can't you see?

Would you mind telling me

where you were last night, Mr Hugget?

What's it to you?

We're investigating a break-in.

The intruder scaled a high wall.

With my record they reckon it were me?

Well, I'd like to eliminate you.

I were at home.

-Can anyone verify that? -My wife.

BERTIE: Hello, Jake.

We were talking about your Rosie just this morning.

Not heard from her, have you?

No, she came up in conversation.

Thought she'd be home by now.

So did me and the lads. Haven't heard for ages.

I thought you were in regular touch.

Was to start with.

Wrote quite often. Telephoned every couple of weeks.

Must be two months now since we heard from her.

It can't be easy keeping in contact

when she's travelling around.

Maybe.We're getting a bit worried all the same.

I try to earn an honest living and he turns up.

Tommy tells me he was at home last night from about nine.

Can you confirm that?

Yes. He was here.

He didn't go out at all?

No.

All right, if you're sure.

That's all for now. I'll let you both get on.

Thanks, love.

That is the last time I lie for you, Tommy. I mean it.

I gather you've met already, but let me do the honours.

Major Giles Maclean, Miss Carol Cassidy.

- Miss? You're not married? - No.

-Drink, Miss Cassidy? - Yes, please. Gin and tonic.

I tried to cheer her dad up, but he's right to be worried.

GINA: Well, she was always impulsive was Rosie.

Went with a bloke she hardly knew.What was his name?

Mick. I thought Rosie'd do better for herself.

What was she like this Rosie?

GEOFF:A breath of fresh air.

She's always got a smile for people.

She's good at her job, too, with cars and that.

She's just... Well...

She's just a nice person to know.

Oh. Right.

So what do you reckon, Joe?

Is she attractive, this Rosie girl?

I never really knew her.

It's a personal thing, what makes someone attractive.

You obviously know the area.

I'd be grateful if you could spare some time.

- Show me around. - Well, I'm...

We could perhaps take a couple of horses out.

I'm really not a horsewoman.

I'm a bit of a beginner myself, too.

It'd be a great way to get to know the local countryside.

You'd be doing me a great favour.

Let me think about it.

Are you free tomorrow evening, Miss Cassidy?

- Yeah. I think so. - Splendid.

Come to dinner. Having some people over to meet Giles.

That'll be very nice. Thank you.

No, thank you.

Careful you don't wipe the pattern off that plate.

Take more than a bit of bread to wipe that off.

When they put patterns on they use this glaze stuff...

Oh, you...

I must say after years on the road

it is a treat to be in a proper home.

Perhaps you're reaching an age

when you're ready to settle down,

find a nice chap.

Never have much luck in that department I'm afraid.

I am sorry, love.

-I didn't mean to upset you. - No, not at all.

Thanks for the meal. It's been lovely.

Excuse me, I'm tired. I think I'll turn in.

Of course, love.

- Night, then. - Night.

Mind the step. Night, now.

Could do worse than her, you know, David.

You what?

Perhaps it's time you were thinking of settling down,

Finding a wife.

Aunt Peggy! I only met her this morning.

His wife gave him an alibi? Do you believe him?

No. No, I don't.

That was the housekeeper at Branscombe House.

They recently took on a new window cleaner.

Tommy Hugget.

- Well, well! - Shall I see him again?

Hang on, we've no actual evidence,

other than he cleans the windows.

Let's just keep a close eye on him, shall we?

And find out what happened to the stolen property.

He's our man, all right. We just need to nail him.

MUSIC: 'The Wanderer' by Dion and the Belmonts

♪ Oh, I'm the type of guy who'll never settle down

♪ Where pretty girls are

♪ Well, you know that I'm around

♪ I kiss 'em and I love 'em

♪ Cos to me they're all the same

♪ I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em

♪ They don't even know my name

♪ They call me the wanderer ♪

SOFIA:I get the beads from other travellers. Paint 'em.

Make 'em up into bracelets or tapestries,

and sell them on.

Ashfordly market tomorrow.

PEGGY: That's your life now, is it?

Travelling alone. Make a bob here and a bob there.

I always enjoyed being on the road.

It's why I joined the circus.

The winters are hard on your own, though.

Yeah, they must be.

Especially with your leg.

What do you think of my nephew?

David? Oh, he's lovely.

He's not the brightest button in the box,

I'll grant you that,

but he's honest as the day is long.

A lot to be said for that.

He'll be a catch for some woman.

There's quite a few got their eye on him.

He certainly has a lovely nature.

I reckon she's taken a bit of a shine to you.

-Really? - Yeah.

You should ask her out.

You'll never guess who I've just seen.

You're right, I probably wouldn't.

-Mick. - Mick? Mick who?

You know, Mick.

That Australian bloke Rosie went off with.

Oh. That means she must be back as well.

-That's good news, isn't it? - WETHERBY: Yeah.

I imagine you'd prefer it if he wasn't around, though.

ENGINE REVVING

- MAN:Ahem. - Be with you in a minute.

Good day, Bernie.

Well, look who's here. Hey, great to see you!

I'll get the kettle on. Is Rosie still two sugars?

Hang on. Rosie's not with me.

Of course. She's gone to see her dad and her brothers.

No.I haven't seen Rosie.

Hoping you could tell me where she is.

Hasn't she started working here again?

What are you talking about?

I haven't seen her. Nobody has.

Did she not fly back with you?

Er, no. We planned to travel separately back to England.

I thought she'd be back by now.

When did you last see her?

Dunno. A couple of months maybe.

Couple of months?

Why did you decide to travel back separately anyway?

No reason really, you know.

Just, I mean, we're not married or anything.

Both free spirits.

So how long have you been back, then?

Not long.

Where are you staying?

Er,locally. Look, I'll leave you to it, mate.

But if you do see her, just let her know I'm around.

-Wow!You look amazing. - Thank you.

♪ Don't let the sun catch you crying

Your carriage awaits, ma'am.

♪ The night's the time

♪ For all your tears ♪

'Ey!

They're lovely.

I said they'd look a treat on this table, didn't I?

Now then, how much was it again?

I don't want anything.

They're a gift for making me feel so welcome.

That's very kind of you. Thank you.

Now before you go, Dr Zhivago.

It says here it is the greatest love story ever told.

And it's on at the Ashfordly Picture House.

Our David would like to take you to see it.

Well...

Come on. She's stood there. Ask her.

He would like to take you to the pictures tomorrow night.

Tomorrow? All right. I'd like that.

There you are!

She's just said yes. Now thank her.

Oh, thank you.

I've never been to the pictures with a girl before.

Well, not on my own.

I went with Emily Atkins

to the Saturday morning matinee once,

but we were only six then.

And her dad came as well, so that doesn't really...

Then I'd like to be the first to go with you on her own.

'Ey!

Look at you.

You make a lovely couple, don't you?

Oh,Aunt Peggy.

SOFIA: Tomorrow night then.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

CLEARS THROAT

Help! Somebody! Ah!

- 'Help!' - Carol!

'Help! Somebody, help!'

Oi! Are you all right?

-Are you hurt? - I'm fine.

ASHFORDLY: Good heavens! What's happened here?

An intruder. Frightened him off.

I'm afraid he's got away. Are you sure you're OK, Carol?

EXHALES

Sorry to call you out late, but his lordship insisted.

I'm sure he did.

Same as last time.

Climbed up and in through an open window.

He was disturbed by a dinner guest. Nurse Cassidy.

Didn't realise she moved in these circles.

Nor did I.

She tried to grab the intruder, but he got away.

I think she's still a bit in shock.

CAROL: 'I'm fine, sergeant. A bit shaken up. That's all.'

MILLER:Did you get a look at his face?

He was wearing a balaclava.

He was damn quick. Out of the window in a flash.

We searched the grounds. Found nothing.

Can't be absolutely certain yet what's missing.

A couple of small antique pieces.

Some of my mother's jewellery.

I'm afraid he's been in your room as well, Major.

Gold cufflinks. Antique silver cigarette case.

Family heirloom.

And cleaned out my wallet. I had over £ in here.

I'm so sorry, Giles.

I'll get some cash to you in the morning.

I'm sure the insurance will cover this.

Grateful if you could leave things undisturbed

till Scenes of Crime have had a look.

Of course, sergeant.

Right. I'll have you moved to another room, Giles.

In the Guards, are you, Major?

I was, yes. Scots Guards. Enjoyed it enormously.

I'm in Civvy Street now. Fresh challenges, you know.

I'm sorry your evening ended like this.

It's OK. I'm fine.

PC Wetherby and I searched the grounds, sergeant.

No sign of any footprints or anything he left behind.

CID will come in the morning. Have a look in daylight.

- Good night. - Thank you.

Are you OK for getting back?

Yes, thank you.

Major Maclean's going to see me home.

BERTIE: He seemed really surprised

that Rosie weren't back home.

If he thought she was, why not come here to the farm?

CARTWRIGHT: Why go to you at the garage, but not to us?

To be honest, I don't know. That's what got me thinking.

He appeared, well, sort of... sort of shifty.

How do you mean?

Reluctant to give much away.

Very vague about when he got back to England,

and he wouldn't say where he was staying.

When he realised I hadn't seen Rosie,

he was anxious to be off.

Sorry, Mr Cartwright,

it's not a police matter as such.

Tell him about the money transfers.

I checked the money I've sent to Rosie in Australia

on a regular monthly basis.

Normally she cashed a transfer the day it arrived,

or thereabouts.

The bank confirms

that she hasn't cashed the last two payments.

And her Aussie chap Mick turns up at my garage

claiming not to have seen her for a few months.

I appreciate your concerns. I have daughters myself.

But there's still no evidence of any wrongdoing.

Nothing I can act on.

BERTIE: There must be summat.

I'm sure he wasn't telling me everything.

I'll have one of my men have a word with him.

See if he'll be a bit more forthcoming.

HUGGET: You've questioned me about that burglary.

- It's police harassment. - No.

Detective Sergeant Dawson and I are here to question you

about a second, very similar break-in.

Well, it weren't me!

I'm trying to go straight. I've got a job now.

As a window cleaner.

Do you clean the windows at Ashfordly Hall?

Where? No.No, I don't.

The windows at Branscombe House

where the first break-in took place?

All right, yeah. I clean those.

I clean windows at half-a-dozen houses a day.

An intruder broke into Ashfordly Hall last night.

A guest confronted him, but he got away.

You fit the description given in size and build.

I've been nowhere near Ashfordly Hall.

Where were you around pm last night, Mr Hugget?

Here. At home.

Weren't I, love?

No.No, he wasn't.

I told you. I'm not gonna lie for you any more.

I think we should continue this interview at the station.

Mr Cartwright left a photo of his daughter Rosie

with Mick MacDonald,

the Australian she left England with.

Oh, yes, I know. I saw MacDonald yesterday.

They're back now, aren't they?

He is. She isn't. Find MacDonald.

Ask him what he knows about Rosie's current whereabouts.

So Rosie's not come home with him?

No. Her family are getting increasingly concerned.

We've asked Mr Hugget to come in

for questioning, Sergeant Miller.

DOOR CLOSES

There we are. Wonderful.

I've a gnawing feeling in my stomach

that summat's not right.

It is a bit of a worry her not cashing that money.

She would have been in touch.

She's considerate kid is Rosie.

What's this about Rosie? Is she back amongst us?

No, my Lord, she's not.

We're getting a bit anxious about her.

Oh?

Decent of Charles to bail me out like this.

The cash I don't mind so much,

but the cigarette case. well, had sentimental value.

I hope it hasn't put you off our part of the world.

Not while you're in it, no.

Why say you were home when you were out?

Cos I know you lot. You'll try and pin this on me.

-Where were you then? - Out.

- Doing what? - Just out.

I've been banged up for four years.

I've got a problem being behind closed doors

up here, you know?

That's why I took up window cleaning,

to be outside in the fresh air.

When you were "just out" did anyone see you?

I go up on the moors.

I bet my wife thinks I'm up to no good,

but I like being out there,

looking at the night sky, the vastness of it.

Only a flock of sheep can confirm your story.

I swear to youlast night around ten o'clock,

I was up on Bardsley Moor.

That's a good eight mile away.

Hang on.

A chap came by walking his dog, a collie.

It walked funny cos it only had three legs.

He must have seen me.

So your alibi now is a three-legged dog?

No wonder the father's frantic.

A young lass like her at the other end of the world.

Shouldn't the police contact the Australian authorities?

She might have had an accident.

Indeed.

Giles and I are sh**ting this afternoon.

The chief constable's in the party.

I'll have a word.

ENGINE STARTS

You talked to the right man. Good sort is Charles.

- Mm. - I'll call you later.

Oh, I called Bardsley Police and had a chat.

It seems this three-legged collie

is quite well known in the area.

He lost his leg in some farm machinery when he was a pup.

He's called Jethro they said.

Not the dog, Alf, the owner.

Oh. A Walter Allsop. I've just had a word with him.

He says there was someone fitting Hugget's description

sat on the wall on the moor last night.

Betty's worried that I'm at it again.

You lot coming round doesn't help, you know.

Just doing our job, Mr Hugget.

I don't think he's our man.

A brief sighting on the moors at night?

Not a cast-iron alibi.

Let's take another look at Branscombe House

in case we missed something.

You're sure?

Absolutely no one of that name?

Right.Thank you.

Wetherby, are you busy just at the minute?

Nothing that can't wait, sarge.

I'm following a new line of enquiry.

Might prove interesting.

Something is niggling me about last night.

I want you to go on surveillance.

Now remember, you open the doors for her.

You don't just barge through.

And you let her sit down first.

Yes, you've said all that.

I want it to sink in.

Now, then, come the interval, offer to buy an ice cream.

That's right. And you keep away from?

Popcorn.

Because?

Well, because it's noisy when you eat it,

and it makes your mouth and your lips all sticky.

Good. Now then, let's have a look at you.

'Ey, David, you're a fine figure of a man.

-Do you think so? - Indeed I do.

And I think that Sofia will think so, an' all.

EXHALES

DOG BARKING

ASHFORDLY:A good day, gentlemen. Well done.

You're a damn fine sh*t, Major, I'll say that.

Thank you. Sorry, call of nature.

- Catch you up back at HQ. -Right-oh.

MUSIC: 'Steady Date' by Johnny Kidd & The Pirates

♪ She's my steady date

♪ Ask me why my head's awhirl

♪ Don't you know other boys have love affairs

♪ That come and go, but...

♪ Mm-mm, she's my steady date

♪ Oh, yeah She's my steady date ♪

EXHALES

TOILET FLUSHES

Why exactly have you become suspicious of this man?

It was his regimental tie.

It's a Guards tie, all right,

red with dark navy diagonal stripes.

It's not the Scots Guards. It's the Welsh.

They have different motifs.

What if he served with or alongside the Welsh Guards?

Maybe the tie was a gift from them.

It's possible, so I called both Scots and Welsh Guards.

No officer of that name of recent years

has served with either regiment.

So I phoned Lord Ashfordly. Ask him about his friend.

It seems they've only just met.

He's a friend of a friend.

I told Ashfordly I needed to talk to somebody

who knew the major well.

Turns out Ashfordly's friends didn't know him either.

He was recommended to them,

as he was to the people before that,et cetera.

He didn't rob Ashfordly Hall.

He must have an accomplice.

PHONE RINGS

Sergeant Miller.

Before he left Maclean went into the house.

I've since spotted an upstairs window left open.

'Right, stay there.'

Mason, join Wetherby at Grange House.

Looks like it's a target for a break-in.

Is Maclean still at the house?

Wetherby said he drove off towards Ashfordly Hall.

I'll get over there.

Sarge, the chief constable's office

has been on the phone.

Wants to have a word with you.

Alf, is Sergeant Miller still in?

Ah. I've traced Mick MacDonald's whereabouts.

He's staying on a farm nearby.

Apparently, he's been working there

as a farmhand for a fortnight.

-You talked to him? - No.

He wasn't in. I thought I'd follow it up tomorrow.

We'll follow it up now.

MUSIC: 'Don't Turn Around' by The Merseybeats

♪ Don't look around

♪ As you walk away

♪ Don't look around

♪ Think what the people might say

♪ If you turn around It wouldn't be good

♪ Folks would say she only did what she should

♪ Don't turn around

♪ Don't turn around ♪

The chief constable thinks we'll get bad publicity

if anything has happened to Rosie Cartwright

and we haven't done anything about the family's concerns.

I'm putting a CID officer on it full-time tomorrow.

Pleased to hear it.

Goes to show, doesn't it?

One word from his Lordship and things start to happen.

Way of the world, lad.

Not back yet.

We'll wait.

ALF: 'Control to Delta Alpha .'

Go ahead, Alf.

'Maclean is on the move in his sports car.'

Understood. Out.

MUSIC: 'When The Day Is Done' by Nick Drake

♪ When the day is done

David?

♪ Down to earth Then sinks the sun

♪ Along with everything that was lost and won

♪ When the day was done ♪

Right, let's have him. Oi!

Police! Get down from there.

There are more officers inside.

Get down now!

Get down now.

JOE:Come on.

Move!

MILLER: Mick MacDonald?

Police. We'd like a word.

ENGINE IDLES

Get it?

What's wrong?

The police were waiting.

Go!

There you are, love.

Now are you sure you waited long enough?

Aunt Peggy, she stood me up.

-That's all there is to it. - Oh, no, it isn't!

And I'm going across to have a word with that young lady.

MUSIC: 'Born Under A Bad Sign' by Cream

We're being followed.

What have you done, you stupid cow?

Where's the backup, Alf?

ALF: 'Mason should be with you soon.'

♪ hard luck and trouble

♪ They're my only friends

♪ I've been down ever since I was ten ♪

Slow down. Slow down!

MOTORBIKE HORN BLARES

♪ I've been down since I began to crawl

♪ If it wasn't for bad luck

♪ I wouldn't have no luck If it wasn't for real bad luck

TYRES SCREECHING

♪ I wouldn't have no luck at all

SIREN BLARES

Damn it!

SIREN WAILING

Sofia!

I think that was very unkind of you.

What the...?

Oh!Oh!

Last saw her up in Queensland.

A place called Mooroolabark.

Said she was planning to fly home.

But not with you?

No. Said she wanted to come back.

See her family, her friends.

- Had you fallen out? - No. Nothing like that.

So why didn't she fly back?

No idea.

Maybe she changed her mind. Stopped off with friends.

I thought she'd be back. I came here to see her.

If you thought she was here,

why didn't you go to her house?

I don't know.

I wasn't sure where I stood with her father.

Because of me his daughter had left home

and travelled halfway across the world.

I wasn't sure how he'd be.

Having sweet-talked her into going to Australia

shouldn't you have made damn sure

that you got her back safe and sound as well?

- All right, constable. - She's a young girl!

And you left her to travel back alone all that way!

Thank you, Mr MacDonald.

That'll be all for now.

I think we've lost them. I want the rest of the stuff.

You shouldn't have planned this at the last minute.

It was stupid.

Hang on, Peggy. Hang on.

Why don't you start again?

I can't do this any more, Steve.

Yes, you can. You'll do what I say when I say it.

-Got that? -No.

You've never loved me, have you?

You've just used me.

Wait till I contact you.

It's finished. I should have ended it a long time ago.

SIREN WAILING

What's that?

Let's go!

- Stop right there! - Right, that's it.

Sofia Fantoni, you're under arrest

on suspicion of burglary.

Stop!

Right, Major, let's be having you.

Why did you lie to us?

I'm sorry, David. I'm sorry.

The chief constable has detailed DS Dawson

to investigate what's happened to Rosie Cartwright.

She was last heard of in Mooroolabark in Queensland.

It seems the British High Commission in Canberra

have no knowledge of her.

Nor do the Australian police

or the immigration authorities.

In the light of this,

I've been authorised to travel to Queensland

and liaise with the local police there.

They request that a male officer

from this station accompany DS Dawson.

PC Wetherby has family commitments,

so that rules him out.

PC Younger knows Miss Cartwright.

Perhaps too well.

He may not be emotionally detached.

So the best officer to accompany DS Dawson

will be PC Mason.

He has no personal or emotional involvement

that need be of any concern.

Not often you and I share a common experience.

We were both taken in.

The difference is I believe

that Sofia is a decent person at heart.

Yes, well, so-called Major Maclean isn't.

Apart from anything else he conned me out of quid.

With respect, your Lordship, that's a loss you can afford.

Our David's is more painful.

What's Carol gonna say

when she hears about the galloping major?

Ah, yeah.He was good-looking, but he wasn't my type.

Too smooth. I like my men a bit more... Well, you know.

Are you OK? Yeah?

No, Dawn, I don't know. Do you want to tell me?

I fell for the wrong man again, eh?

Story of my life!

I never did like the look of him.

You didn't seem too happy when he took me to dinner.

Me?Doesn't bother me. Your choice.

Anyway forget all that now.

Your trip to Australia has helped me make my mind up.

I saved enough myself now to look for my brother.

The thought of travelling all that way on my own

was putting me off.

But if you're going on police business,

I thought I'd arrange to take the same flight.

What's wrong?

I'm not flying on my own.

There's someone from CID going as well.

Hmm.Rachel.

Yeah.