18x20 - Jobs For The Boys

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

Yes.

-Good sh*t! - Yes. Thank you, Douglas.

Are you still running that private eye malarkey?

Off and on.

I wonder if I could call on your services.

Oh?

Nothing alarming. It's just a family matter.

-Strictly between you and me. - Yes, of course.

Can you give me some idea what it's about?

How about my place, this evening?

You could have knocked me down with a feather...

-Excuse me, ladies. - What with rent going up...

Excuse me! Do you mind?

Thank you.

Eh? What the...?

Oi!

No manners whatsoever, young folk these days, have they?

So, pick you up at .?

OK. Any particular dress code?

Just your dancing shoes.

Oh, to be footloose and fancy free, eh, Geoff?

Oscar, what can we do for you?

Nothing, nothing.

Alf, do you think Mrs Ventress

will let you out for a couple of hours?

- ALF:What? - We might have another job.

MILLER: Mr Driscoll was on the phone wanting to know

if we've solved...

Not here to report a crime, I hope, Oscar.

No, sergeant. Just having a word with Alf.

I see.

Well, see you later, then. In the pub.

Thank you, sergeant. Evening, all.

The great retired, eh? What a life.

The problem is that they forget

that the rest of us have work to do.

Not that there seems to be much being done.

I asked for a progress report on these burglaries.

Yes, but there isn't any. Progress, I mean.

What about Driscoll's notes?

Driscoll's notes?

Mr Driscoll marks every fifth £ note with a red dot

when he's counting up the day's the takings.

We've alerted the banks, but no witnesses and no prints.

If the g*ng only ever takes cash,

we haven't even got stolen goods.

Where do you start?

I don't care where you start. Just get a result.

Three break-ins in one week does not look good.

Now, get on with it.

It's very well for him. If you've got no leads...

DINGS

Yes, madam?

I thought I'd better bring them in,

even though I'm tempted.

-As I told Iris. - Right.

Someone pushed them through my letter box. In an envelope.

RADIO: ♪ ..the pleasure's mine

♪ And I will pay the bill

♪ May I take this occasion to say?

♪ That the whole human race should go down on its knees... ♪

DOG BARKS

Hey, up.

So, think you can take it on?

I'm sure we can, Douglas, but we'll need some...

Mary, pass that photo.

That's him. He's a nice looking lad.

Oh, yes. Very much like Douglas...

-Apart from the hair. - Darling! That's how they...

Quite ridiculous. Looks like a ruddy girl.

His name's Ian. He's and you last saw him...?

Three months ago. Since then not a peep.

He did leave me a...

A note, yes, telling you not to worry.

A lot of good that did.

So you haven't seen him for three months, then?

No. And then suddenly...

And then quite suddenly, one of the clerks

at Smith & Fairweather rang us up.

The firm he was working for...

Said that he'd seen him in Whitby.

At some club. Whitby! I ask you!

I thought at least the boy

would have gone somewhere interesting.

I can't understand it.

Where did we go wrong?

Oh, I'm sure you didn't.

Wasn't mollycoddled. I made sure of that.

-Sent him to the best schools. - Sandhurst.

Sandhurst? I thought...

Yes. It would have been the making of him.

-If he hadn't fluffed it. - He didn't fluff it...

He walked out. He wasn't man enough, that's the truth.

That's when you got him articled to the accountancy?

Fairweather's.

But only after he'd spent months lounging about here.

Lying in bed until midday. Well, I wasn't having that!

-We thought accountancy... - Failing the army,

we thought accountancy would be a good solid career.

But, yet again, he packed it in.

Oh, this is...

This is the name of the clerk who spotted him.

MARY: That's what upset me, more than anything.

The fact that he was living so close by,

but hadn't come to see us.

It's breaking my wife's heart, Oscar.

You have to find him for us.

She didn't say very much, did she?

A lad doesn't run off like that without reason.

No, that's true.

If her husband hadn't been there,

she might have told us.

I agree.

Why don't you go and see her? On your own.

I think she likes you.

DISTANT LAUGHTER

It's jolly in there this evening.

Makes a change from the Philpots'.

It's a funny thing, Alf.

There's a couple who've got everything they need

except the one thing that matters.

We'll find him.

♪ A tenement, a dirty street

♪ Walked and worn by shoeless feet

♪ Inside it's long and so complete

♪ Watched by a shivering sun

♪ Old eyes in a small child's face

♪ Watching as the shadows race

♪ Through walls and cracks and leave no trace

♪ And daylight's brightness shuns

♪ The days of Pearly Spencer

♪ The race is almost run

♪ Nose pressed hard on frosted glass

♪ Gazing as the swollen mass

♪ On concrete fields where grows no grass

♪ Stumbles blindly on

♪ Iron trees smother the air

♪ But withering they stand and stare

♪ Through eyes that neither know nor care

♪ Where the grass is gone

♪ The days of Pearly Spencer... ♪

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

OSCAR: We've had a break-in.

Some horrible man down here while we're asleep.

-Know how much was taken? - £.

It gives me the absolute creeps.

You don't cash up every night?

We count it, but don't always put it in the safe.

- Just look at it! - Don't touch!

Not until SOCO have been.

That's where they came in. That window over there.

Look at my bag. It's been chucked down...

-Don't touch it. - Stay put.

-How much was in it? - £.

I've been saving up for new shoes and a coat.

That red and black one in Barker's window...

Dawn, let Joe think.

When am I gonna get it back?The money.

- Took me ages to save and... - Dawn!

I'm sorry. I'm just shocked, that's all.

I'm still shaking.

You never feel the same about the place...

Dawn, see if the baby's awake.

Yes. Go on.

Sorry.

lovely smackeroonies!

-What are you up to? - Nothing.

Get that toast started, would you, lovey?

♪ ..wish you wanted my love, baby

♪ What do you want if you don't want ermine?

♪ What do you want if you don't want pearls? ♪

Just cash? Nothing else taken at all?

No. No mess. And no one heard a thing.

Just like the other three break-ins.

It's got to be the same lot.

See what he wants, Younger.

Any prints?

SOCO haven't found anything yet.

We could do with a witness.

In the middle of the night? You'll be lucky.

- What time did we get back? - It can't have been late.

I must have gone through the village before midnight.

Sergeant Miller?

£ in notes dropped through his letter box.

-How many does that make? - WETHERBY: Three.

Three lots of cash handed in?

All old folk all living in Ashfordly.

Three lots of cash dropped through people's letter boxes.

Four lots of cash stolen from the break-in.

Are you suggesting that they're connected?

They're happening at the same time.

That's just a coincidence.

It's a possibility. What do you think, sarge?

Hi. Sorry to interrupt.

I heard about the break-in at the pub

and I may have seen something.

Fingerprint men swarming all over the place

with little brushes dabbing at things.

It's absolute chaos. They're not gonna find anything.

It's like the three other robberies.

- What other three? - Haven't you heard?

Three robberies like ours, all with the same OM.

- MO. - What?

Modus operandi.

DAWN: It's a mini crime wave. That's what Joe said.

-I could be next. - You're right.

Just don't keep any cash in overnight.

-That's what they're after. - Cash? That's all they take.

Including quid from my handbag.

£?

Yeah. I could k*ll 'em, Bernie. I really could.

SIGHS

A little after midnight, I was just leaving work.

I heard a car passing. It's unusual at that time.

-Did you see what it was? - A Ford Anglia.

With a woman driving and one passenger.

-Carol, that was me. - No. It wasn't your car.

I was getting a lift.

Oh. Right. Sorry.

I seem to have been wasting your time.

Auntie!

♪ Look through any window, yeah

♪ What do you see?

♪ Smiling faces... ♪

Mr Ventress, I'm afraid my husband's out.

It's you I've come to see,

if you can spare a few minutes.

Just a few details. Won't take long.

I'll have to be quick, Mr Blaketon.

Mr Fairweather doesn't like us leaving the office.

I really can't tell you more.

Right. Let's start from the beginning.

You worked with Ian in the clerk's office, right?

Until a few months ago. Yes.

Then he suddenly left.

-And you didn't know why? - Well, no one did.

I didn't see him until a week or so ago.

Oh, ay. That night club in Whitby.

Yes. There's really nothing more to tell.

I tried to talk to him,

but he was wrapped up in his new friends.

Hippy types, you know.

You must have found out something, surely?

Where he was living? What he was doing?Why he left home?

- No. -Nothing at all?

No.

He was smoking... Well, you know. Pot.

So he wasn't making much sense.

Did you tell his parents this?

-No fear! - His dad would have gone mad.

Right. Well, erm... Thanks.

MARY:I think... Well, I don't think. I know.

Ian's always been a disappointment to my husband.

Especially when he walked out of Sandhurst.

That upset Douglas more than anything.

- I can imagine. -The army's been his life.

He wanted Ian to follow in his footsteps.

He thinks I spoiled him, but I didn't.

I let him go to boarding school,

even though he was only seven.

I knew it was the right thing to do,

to make a man of him, Douglas said.

And did it?

Well, don't get me wrong, Mr Ventress.

Douglas and Ian have always had a good relationship.

That's why it was so unusual when they had that row.

Shouting. Saying the most awful things.

I had to block my ears.

-When was this? - On the night Ian left.

I see.

-What was it about? - I don't know.

I asked Douglas afterwards, but he wouldn't tell me.

He said I mustn't mention it to anyone.

Don't tell him I told you, will you?

He'd be so angry.

Ooh!

Ooh! It's parky out there.

- Aunt Peggy? - I'm chilled to the bone!

-Aunt Peggy, what's this? - Eh!

You leave my things alone!

-Where did it come from? - Give it here.

- Not from the pub, is it? -What?

From the break-in?

How dare you?

Aunt Peggy,

Dawn has had £ stolen from her handbag

and you've got £ hidden in our house.

You can't help thinking, can you?

Aunt Peggy! I didn't mean...

DOOR SLAMS

Thanks, Dawn.

Found your thieves yet, Don?

No.

Shame Joe didn't see anything when he came through.

Must have happened around that time.

Yeah.

He'd been at a rugby club hop. Well, we both had.

Didn't know you were rugby players.

We're not.

A friend asked me and I asked Joe.

- Good, was it? - Mm.

- Yeah,It was great fun. - Good.

In case you were wondering about the girl...

I'm not.

What's up, David?

CAROL: David, whatever's the matter?

Aunt Peggy's gone and locked herself in the bedroom.

LAUGHS

It's not funny! She could be in serious trouble.

Your friend Douglas Philpot

may be the big w*r hero and all that,

but on the home front, he's a bully.

Did Mary actually say that?

Didn't have to. It's obvious.

All along, he's dominated his lad.

Sending him off to boarding school at seven?

Forcing him to follow in his footsteps

in careers that he hated?

First the army, then accountancy?

No wonder the lad scarpered.

Before that, there was some kind of showdown.

But she didn't know what that was about?

That's right.

Well, I think we should leave young Ian in peace.

Let him make the break.

Let him live in Whitby?

With a bunch of hippies?

If that's what he wants, yes.

I don't think Douglas would approve of that, somehow.

-It's not his life, is it? - I'm sorry, Alf.

We've been hired to do this job.

I just can't back out.

You don't have to. I will.

I'll get another round in.

Seen this?

Not again?

WETHERBY: Yeah. Another mystery hand-out.

The old dear didn't tell us. She rang the newspaper.

JOE: £ again? Always in cash.

- Always in an envelope. - Can I see that?

If three people reported it to us

and one to the newspaper,

how many others have been given money and kept quiet?

Oh, no!

I think I've just made a terrible mistake.

All right. What about a compromise?

I'll see Douglas and ask him about this row

that Mary overheard.

You go to this night club

and see if you can find out anything about Ian.

He might even be there,

if that's where his new hippy friends hang out.

-And if he is? - Well, if he is, talk to him.

Try and persuade him to go home.

And if he doesn't?

Well, if he doesn't,

after you've told him how upset his mother is,

then, OK, we'll leave it.

You're on.

SIGHS

I'm pushing the paper through the door now, Aunt Peggy.

It's open at the right page so you can read all about it.

Please come out, Aunt Peggy. I've said I'm sorry.

I didn't mean those things that I've said. I was worried.

DOOR UNLOCKS

I thought...

I just...When I saw you hiding that money,

then heard about the money going from the pub,

I thought...

Well, I didn't think at all really, did I?

I was just being stupid.

Now that we know it's happening to other people,

we can inform PC Mason and he can...

Don't you dare blab!

The police are appealing for witnesses.

David!

Finders keepers.

quid's quid.

Anyway, I've... spent it.

- You've spent it? - Yes. I've spent it.

And it's not the same

as what it says here in the paper

because these people live in Ashfordly

and they're all old!

Well, you're old!

I mean, you're not old like that.

You're not old at all.

-It's just... - Just what?

In your old coat, you might look old.

From a distance. T-t-to certain people.

People who can't see very well.

SIGHS

Actually, you know, it's not so much old

that I meant as shabby.

You know, like a tramp.

But a young tramp.

Oh, a very young tramp.

DOOR LOCKS

Oh, no.

What about these mystery gifts we keep reading about?

£ here, £ there.

All in cash. Stuffed through letter boxes.

-All right for some! - Yup.

Nothing on my door mat, mind you.

I've never had that sort of luck.

- DAVID:My auntie does. - Sorry?

She has that sort of luck.

- JOE:What? - Oh, it's nothing.

David?

Anyway, it's been spent.

And it's not the same thing because she's not old.

Do either of you two know anything about a club

in Whitby called the Vault?

Yeah. Why? I hope you're not thinking of going.

Yeah, you can't. It's for young people.

- I don't think you'd fit in. - All right, all right.

Just part of an inquiry, that's all.

What's it like, anyway?

It's just a disco. Loud music and dancing.

That sort of thing.

Seriously, Oscar, Dawn's right.

You wouldn't get in.

It's not me that's going. It's Alf Ventress.

-Alf? That's even worse! - All right, Dawn.

Why don't you go instead of Alf, just to look for someone?

- When? -Tonight.

Oh, no. I'm sorry.

I can't spare Dawn on a Saturday night.

What's the age limit of this place, anyway?

I don't know. I guess it's "young."

I didn't mean to say anything, Aunt Peg. I'm sorry.

David, leave this to me.

Did you find an envelope full of cash in your coat pocket?

All right. Yes, I did.

When I got back from Ashfordly.

I don't know how it got there. It's not my fault.

-Where exactly in Ashfordly? - Oh, I don't know.

The Albert Building. I was delivering rab...

Something. I don't know why you're keeping on about it.

-I've already spent it. - No, you haven't.

David!

Well... I'll have a look.

It's still here where you put it.

There.

Let me see.

WETHERBY: Mr Driscoll's red dots.

Yup.

In which case,

the robberies and the mystery cash are connected.

-As we thought. - Excuse me. As I thought!

Somebody is robbing one lot of people to give to another.

Robbing the rich to give to the poor.

A modern-day Robin Hood. Something else.

When Peggy found the cash in her pocket,

she'd returned from a place called Albert Building.

I checked. That's where the others who got cash came from.

Albert Building. That's on the new estate, isn't it?

I'm not sure. I think so.

- Bye. I'm off. - But she'll know.

Carol?

CAROL: It's a very settled community.

Mum down the road, sister opposite, that sort of thing.

Homes have been in families for generations.

Till this company came on the scene.

Sunlight Holdings. That's right.

Started buying it up, street by street,

turfing out the tenants, razing houses to the ground.

Houses that people loved

and putting up monstrosities like this.

That is Albert Building.

Full of old folk rehoused from the terraces.

There's more illness than anywhere else

and as for the rents..

- What? High? - I'll say.

Anyone falls behind, they turf them out,

get a new tenant and charge even more.

Maybe the thief is one of the tenants

stealing to help folk?

How does he know who to steal from?

- Alf was looking into it. - Get anywhere?

Possibly. Let's see what Sergeant Miller thinks.

Thanks, Carol. For showing us around.It was a real help.

Any time, Don.

ENGINE STARTS

David!

Ah, here he is! Just the man we need to see.

Oh?

We wondered if you'd like to help us.

With a little job we've got on, David.

We need someone to go in somewhere to find someone.

Oscar and I might look a little out of place.

It's tonight, David.

-Won't take you long. - Go on, David.

A little bit of extra pocket money.

We know you like rock 'n' roll.

This is a list of the district councillors.

These are the four people who've been broken into.

And all four belong to district councillors?

Yes. All four are on the planning committee.

-Including Oscar Blaketon? - Yes.

Because these men gave permission

for these streets to be torn down...

By Sunlight Holdings.

Someone's trying to redress the balance?

Yes. Possibly one of the tenants.

Yeah. Sort of Robin Hood figure.

-That's what we thought. - I thought.

The two things are connected. The red dots prove that.

There are six councillors on this list.

Four have already been broken into.

If you're right,

better keep a watchful eye on these other two.

Might catch your Robin Hood in the act.

-Any news? - Not yet, Douglas.

Just a few more questions, I'm afraid.

Now, you know what you've got to do?

Oh, yes, Mr Ventress.

Find this man and tell him to come out and see you.

Politely, mind. We don't want to scare him off.

Do I tell him that you're a detective?

No. Just a friend.

Say there's a friend outside waiting.

If he's not there, I'm gonna wait and see if he turns up?

That's right. You've got the photo.

Have you got your money for the entrance?

Yup.

Right. Off you go, David.

Oh, David?

That's better.

MUSIC AND CONVERSATION)

- DOUGLAS: A row? - OSCAR: Yes.

The day that Ian left home.

I don't know where you got that idea from.

If we'd had a row, I'd have mentioned it, obviously.

Please, Douglas.

-If it helps to find him. - All right, Mary. All right.

Yes. So...

We had a minor disagreement.

What about?

Douglas, we're talking about the last time

that your son was here.

It was nothing. The usual stuff.

You know teenagers. His hair, his lifestyle.

He'd made new friends.

Layabouts, I'd call them, with funny ideas.

I said they were a bad influence

and tried to set him straight.

It's not the reason he left, Oscar.

So don't worry about it.

Just find him, that's all we're asking.

MUSIC: 'Holliedaze' by The Hollies

♪ That's all it took, yeah

♪ Just one look

♪ And I felt so

♪ I, I

♪ I'm in love

♪ With you

♪ Oh, oh... ♪

Oh, no. Not the cops again?

Leave him to me.

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Say you will

♪ You will be mine for ever

♪ In your way

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Just one look

♪ And I knew, knew, knew

♪ Yeah, you

♪ Were my only one... ♪

Sorry, I was just...

Hello, there.

♪ But I'm gonna keep on scheming

♪ Till I can make you Make you mine

♪ So you see

♪ I really can't live, live

♪ Without you

♪ I'm nothing

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Just one look

♪ And I know, oh, oh ♪

I don't know where he is. David?

DOG WHINES

You're not up there, are you?

INDISTINCT MUSIC PLAYING

No Peggy. No David.

No Alf. No Oscar.

No Joe. No Don.

I bet they've gone out on the tiles,

like they did the other night.

Oh, come on, Dawn. It was only some rugby club do.

Apparently, Joe came home with some woman.

You saw him, didn't you? What's she like?

I've no idea.

If Joe's got a new girlfriend, we want to know.

Shut up, Dawn! Carol said she didn't see anything.

DOOR OPENS

Oh! Oscar! You were a long time.

Yes, well, Douglas Philpot and his army stories!

Once he gets going. Has Alf phoned?

-No. - That's funny. He said he...

PHONE RINGS

That's probably him now.

Hello. Aidensfield Arms.

Oh, hi, Peggy. What can we do...?

David? Er, no. He's at the Vault.

Didn't he tell you? It's a club in Whitby.

OK. Bye.

Just Peggy wondering where David is.

Are you sure Alf hasn't phoned?

A club! In Whitby!

Eh, the cheek of it, Deefer.

There's us waiting and worrying

and all the time he's out enjoying himself.

BELL TOLLS

♪ You don't have a penny to spare

♪ But you're feeling all right ♪

-Hello there, Mr Detective. - What?

You're not in uniform, so I think that's what you are.

-Plain-clothes detective? - No, Mr Ventress...

-What am I doing? - Looking for dr*gs, I expect.

That's what you lot are usually here for.

Oh, God! Perhaps I overdid it.

JOE: This is the one.

DOG BARKS

No sign of anything.

Carol was a bit put out, wasn't she?

Sorry?

About you being in that car.With a woman.

Don, Carol and I are just good friends.

All the same, perhaps you need to explain.

Let's go.

There's no point hanging

round all night on the off-chance.

Might not have anything to do with the break-ins

being at district councillors' houses.

Might just be coincidence.

THUD

There's someone down there.

Shh.

No, Douglas. Please.

Gotcha!

Let's see you.

Let's see the cowardly runt who steals from people

when they're asleep.

Hello, Dad.

DOUGLAS: What the hell are you doing?

IAN: Isn't it obvious?

I told you, Dad, I'd try to pay back

the people you stole from.

-Have you gone mad? - It's no good.

I've got the evidence now.

I've been to the office.

Got copies of everything for all to see.

I've got to hand it to the right people.

You're talking complete nonsense.

I don't think so.

Bad move, Dad, getting me that job with your accountant!

Did you really think I wouldn't look at the books?

DOUGLAS: Keep your voice down.

All those nice big sums from Sunlight Holdings

going into your bank account month after month!

How can you sleep at night?

I said keep your voice down.

Whatever it is you think you've found out,

keep it to yourself.

Otherwise, we all go under, including your mother!

I'm sure you don't want that.

Too late, Douglas. I've called the police.

You fool! Quick, get out!

Please, Ian. Do as your father says.

Before you're arrested.

DOORBELL RINGS

Let them in.

I'll do the talking.

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

I'm sorry, officers.

By the time I got downstairs the thief had gone.

DOG WHINES

CLOCK TICKS

Oh, just look at the time!

Right, that's it.

GROANS

JOE: It's definitely the van we saw parked near Philpot's.

Definitely.

And that must be our thief.

WETHERBY: Looks like our hunch was right.

- My hunch. - Er, no.

I said if we parked near Albert Building he'll turn up.

-You said, "Fat chance." - OK.

ENGINE STARTS

WETHERBY: Right, he's off.

♪ I took my troubles down to Madam Ruth

♪ You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth... ♪

GLASS SMASHING

WHOOPING, LAUGHTER

SHRIEKING, LAUGHTER

Er... My friend's in there.

And I'm worried about him.

Hold on. Excuse me.

- Don't say he's gone in. - He must have done.

-That's definitely the van. - Right. I'll contact Miller.

MUSIC: 'Love Potion No. ' by The Searchers

The cops, Ian. Watch out!

Excuse me. Are you Ian Philpot?

-What we got? - Another break-in, sarge.

The thief got away.

We caught up with him at Albert Building.

- And followed him here. - He's in the club.

- MILLER: Recognise him? - JOE: I think so.

All right. Let's go.

MUSIC: 'Paranoid' by Black Sabbath

♪ Finished with my woman

♪ Cos she couldn't help me with my mind ♪

Hold on. Where's his van?

OK, Terry. Let them through.

- He's here on the right. - Sorry?

Your detective. If that's who you're looking for.

David?

MILLER: Younger, get him out of here.

Better find your suspect before he scarpers.

He has already. His van's gone.

He can't have been gone long. Mason, come on.

OSCAR: I've got two men in there.

It's essential I get in, if you don't mind.

MILLER Excuse me.

- Where's Alf? - Alf?

Alf and David. Where are they?

Mr Blaketon, I am in the middle of a police operation.

You what?

I am in pursuit of a suspect. And you are blocking my way!

Peggy Armstrong? What's she doing here?

Will someone please tell me what's going on?

OSCAR: 'Where's Alf?'

He's long gone, sergeant.

We don't know which way he went.

What are you doing here?

A private eye job would you believe?

And ruining a police operation!

When somebody's son goes missing,

a friend of mine and on the council,

and I've been asked to help...

A friend on the council?

-What's his name? - Douglas Philpot.

- The man been broken into. - What does his son look like?

-You what? - This could be important.

Late-teens, hippy clothes, long hair.

I'm not worried about him. I'm worried about Alf!

-Do you own this place? - No. I just work here.

I need the address of a customer,

if I give you a description.

I'd cooperate, if I was you.

I won't tell your parents where you are,

if you don't want me to.

They just want to know that you're all right.

So they hire a private eye?

Hm. Typical!

Can I sit down?

OK, so, what do they need to know?

That I'm fit and well?

Well, you can tell Mother that, if you like.

You can tell her

there's no point in trying to get me back.

I've left home for good.

Mothers miss their sons, Ian.

A visit wouldn't do any harm, would it?

-Not while he's there. - He?

You mean your father?

So you looked into your father's own accounts?

Yes.

And you found money there from Sunlight Holdings?

-Thousands of pounds. - Who's Sunlight Holdings?

The company pulling down

all of those streets in Ashfordly.

Putting up the Gladstone estate.

My father and his chums on the planning committee

were taking bribes to help it happen.

In it up to their necks!

I see.

But then I hit on the idea

of giving some of the money back.

That made me feel a lot better.

Hold on a minute. So it was you?

-What? - You broke in.

You're the one we're looking for.

We?Who's "we"?

BANGING ON DOOR

JOE: Open up! Police!

I trusted you!

I didn't know they were coming.

Judas!

GINA: "The thief, Mr Ian Philpot,

aged , has accused members of the district council..."

All right, Gina. You don't have to go on.

"...members of the district council

of waving through unpopular planning applications

"in the Victoria district of Ashfordly

"in return for substantial payments

from the property developers."

As bent as bent can be, the whole lot of them.

Oh, come on! Oscar didn't know anything about it.

Thank you, Dawn. I can speak for myself.

- Did you see David? - Yeah. And he's fine.

Listening to the Archers, happy as Larry.

What's this? David and his hangover?

It wasn't a hangover.

We think somebody slipped him a Mickey Finn.

Really?

I'm pretty sure his drink was spiked.

He can't remember anything, so has no idea who did it.

Er, hang on. Can we buy you a drink?

I only popped in to see Peggy.

-Have you told her yet? - What?

-About the woman in the car? - Don, just leave it.

Er, hold on. Carol!

You know the car you saw the other night?

Joe was in it because I'd been drinking

and I couldn't drive.

We got a lift with one of the wives.

She dropped me first, then Joe.

Don, why are you telling me this?

- I don't know. I just... - Well, don't.

I told you to leave it.

Carol.

Are you sure you don't want that drink?

I'm meeting a friend.

Oh. Oh, right.

What?

I'm sorry about Don just then.

The thing about the woman in the car.

It wouldn't matter to you one way or another, I know.

Yeah.

It's just that he thought that...

He thought what?

He thought that we...

Look, it doesn't matter. Forget it.

Forget what? What are you trying to say?

Look,Joe, what do you want from me?

-How do you mean? - One minute, you're...

And then I... I don't know what you want.

Let's have that drink and talk about it.

I don't know, Joe.

Do you have to meet this friend?

There is no friend.

CHUCKLES