12x19 - Caped Crusaders

[bunniefuu]

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat, why does

♪ a love kiss stay

♪ in my memory? ♪

PHONE RINGS

Dr Merrick.

Hello?

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

We'd better go before Joker or The Penguin find us.

SHEEP BLEAT

- Where are we going? - Liverpool.

Aunt Aggie's.

Isn't Aunt Aggie dead?

I thought you went to her funeral last week.

Yes. But the family have been invited over today

to take the pick of what's left.

Oh.

Is Mr Scripps coming with us, then?

No, David. Aunt Aggie was my mother's side of the family.

The Joker's hideout's through here.

- How do you know? - I just do.

That's funny.

It wasn't locked last week.

I don't like it here.

Perhaps we'd best forget it, eh?

Why? Not scared, are you?

No.

So, whoever's ringing never actually says anything.

There isn't even any heavy breathing.

- Would you like a coffee? - I'd love one.

Black and very strong, please.

Right.

Listen, er...this might be completely out of line

but you don't think it could be your ex hounding you again, do you?

To be honest, the thought had crossed my mind.

But, no. Not even James would take things this far.

BOY: Somebody's coming!

It's locked, Lefty.

Well, of course it's locked. That's why we're 'ere.

Someone went to the trouble of buying a new padlock.

What does that tell you? - What?

That there must be summat inside worth nicking.

As well as any lead on the roof.

- Oh. I see. - So...

Dean. The bikes!

Oh, no.

- He-hey! Look at this. - Fivers!

- Fantastic! - Fivers.

'Ey, you're a genius, Lefty.

Stick with me, old son, and you'll end up a rich man yet.

CAR ENGINE

- What were that? - Let's get out of here.

Boss. Do you want to have a look at this?

Now then, lads. What's all this about a break-in?

It 'appened over at Upper Mill Farm.

When you coppers are off duty, we like to keep an eye on things.

Oh. Well, that's er... that's good to know, eh?

I'll rest easier tonight

knowing Batman and Robin are watching our backs.

STEVE: And you witnessed this break-in, did you?

- Yeah. - There were two men.

They broke into one of the buildings there.

Then what happened?

We thought they'd see our bat-bikes, so we had to scarper.

But we saw 'em break in. They used a crowbar and everything.

Well, thanks for that, lads. We'll look into it, all right?

Do either of you know this farm?

It's off the Elsenby Road.

It's been derelict for years.

You'd be mad to take the word of a couple of kids.

What do you think?

Oh, yeah. I agree with Phil.

But there's no harm having a look if you want to double check.

My thoughts exactly.

You don't mind showing me up there, do you?

SONG: 'Ain't Nothing But a House Party'

♪ Well, they're dancin' on the ceiling

♪ They're dancin' on the floor

♪ Come on, baby, we're comin' through the door

♪ They know it's a party goin' on

♪ Gonna dance and romance all night long...

Somebody's been busy.

♪ Come on in, I'll keep you satisfied...

Very busy.

♪ Every time you feel the groove

♪ It ain't nothing but a party...

My flaming family!

I mean, jackals, to a man.

Every one of them. Especially the women.

DAVID: Mr Vernon?

Look at this.

Oh, very tasty.

Just what I've always wanted, one of them.

Fortunately, the only thing of any real value,

they weren't able to get their grasping mitts on.

- What's that, then? - The house, David.

Aunt Aggie said it was definitely coming to me,

once she shrugged off this immortal coil.

It's time we got onto the solicitor,

find out when he's reading the will.

Oh, right, then.

- Right. - Bye.

Is that the last of them?

There's just one more, actually. Mrs Barton.

She's visiting the area and needs her prescription renewing.

Send her in, would you?

Come through, Mrs Barton.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Take a seat, please.

Thank you.

So, how can I help you?

I had a heart operation a couple of years ago.

I've been on pills ever since.

But the problem is, when I arrived here and came to unpack,

I discovered that I've nearly run out.

What exactly are you on at the moment?

These.

OK. No problem there.

I'll write you a prescription for another month's supply.

Oh, thank you.

SHE YAWNS

I beg your pardon. I'm not at my best this morning.

I didn't sleep very well last night.

If you'd like to hand this to Jenny on your way out.

Thank you, Doctor. I hope you sleep better tonight.

Thank you.

I can't think you want to do me for parking.

Hardly, sir. You the owner of this property, are you?

Guilty as charged, Constable, as of last Wednesday.

The name's Bexley. James Bexley. - PC Crane. Ashfordly Police.

BEXLEY: So, how can I help you?

PHIL: We've had a report of a break-in here earlier today.

I wouldn't think there was anything here worth nicking.

Except for a few tools we've stored in the outbuildings.

An outbuilding was mentioned, sir.

Well, they can't have got much. There isn't much to take.

As you're very welcome to see.

A couple of boys playing nearby said they saw two men breaking in.

We thought we'd better check it out, make sure.

We're sorry to have bothered you. - No bother.

Kids, eh? They must be blessed with vivid imaginations.

I appreciate your taking the time to come up here.

If you do find something's missing, just call us.

Will do.

I assume you overheard that little interchange.

- Yes, guv. - Careless of you, Ronnie,

leaving those notes lying around.

So, do we go or do we stay?

We stay, of course. They didn't have a clue.

We just make sure that there's always somebody on the premises.

Day and night.

Well, thank you for nothing.

You got through to the solicitor about the will, then?

Oh, aye.

There's just one problem.

There is no flipping will.

At least, none anybody can find.

Well...well, you're still going to get something, aren't you?

Oh, yeah. But how much, though?

Once the solicitor's had his cut,

the clan can probably look forward to about a fiver each.

If we're lucky.

You could still sell your table, Mr Vernon.

David, That table isn't worth the petrol you'd use

carting it to the nearest junk shop.

- Hello, boys. - Have you caught the burglars yet?

- There weren't any burglars. - But we saw them.

Well, whatever it was you saw, it wasn't a break-in.

But thanks for reporting it to us anyway.

Get yourselves home safely for your tea. It'll be dark soon.

Now what?

What would Batman and Robin do?

Carry on looking for the baddies.

- Then that's what we'll do, right? - Right.

Aagh!

BIRD SQUAWKS

MUSIC: 'I Got You, Babe'

What's your game, then, eh?

Nothing. We were just keeping watch.

- In case they come back. - OK, Ronnie. Let 'em go.

In case who comes back? - The men who broke in yesterday.

You told the police you'd witnessed a break-in?

Right.

What do they look like, these men?

Young, old? What?

Older than us, but... younger than you.

- Charming. - And one of 'em were called Lefty.

Lefty. I see.

We told the police, but they didn't believe us.

So we kept an eye on the place ourselves.

I see. Well, since the break-in, we've had the place

under -hour surveillance.

So, there's no need to keep watch any more.

And just to show how grateful we are for all your help,

have this - buy yourself some sweets.

Wow! Thanks.

- Look, Dean. - Now, go on - scoot.

Batman and Robin must have more important things

to do with their time. - Yeah. Bye, then.

- Was that wise? - Relax, Ronnie.

Just a couple of kids fantasizing they're the caped crusaders.

I used to do it myself at their age.

Mind you, with me, it was always Al Capone.

KNOCKING

You wanted to see me, sarge?

Yes, Mike. The manager of Ashfordly Bank called.

Some counterfeit notes have turned up.

Get over and talk to him, eh? - Right, sarge.

- Out on the town, son. - Too right.

♪ Said the straight man

♪ To the late man

♪ Where have you been?

♪ I've been here and...

♪ I've been there and...

♪ I've been in between... ♪

LEFTY: We'll be in 'ere, love.

- Come on. - Why? Now where are we going?

To see if I can earn us another fiver.

And one for yourself.

I'm Lefty, by the way. - Cheers, Lefty.

I'll save it up for later.

So, what do you do when you're not pulling pints, then?

Watch the grass grow.

Well...let's face it.

There's not a lot else to do, is there, round Aidensfield?

Keep the change.

Buy yourself summat nice. - Are you sure?

That was a fiver, not a pound. - I know.

Just promise, when you fancy a good time, to tell me.

I know a couple of good places. - I'll remember that.

Next time I'm desperate.

Cheeky.

Offered to show you a good time, then, did he?

You won't believe this. He just paid with a fiver

and told me to keep the change. - What?

Mind you, the one I'd rather be having a good time with is him,

over there, feeding his face.

'Ey. Hands off Steve. I saw him first.

Not him. The other one.

- Phil? - Now, 'im, I could really go for.

He's nearly old enough to be your dad.

He's not that much older than me.

Besides...I like a man with a few miles on the clock.

MUSIC: 'House Of The Rising Sun' by The Animals

Hello?

There's no-one 'ere. Let's go.

♪ There is a house in New Orleans

♪ They call the Rising...

Hello, boys.

♪ And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy... ♪

Afternoon, gents. You've only got time for a quick drink, I'm afraid.

It's not a drink we're after.

Would you know somebody they call Lefty who comes in here?

Yeah. You've just missed him.

Does he live locally?

Well, I think he must do. I don't know where.

He's an old mate of ours.

We thought, while we're here, we'd look him up.

Next time he comes in, I'll tell him if you like.

No, don't worry. We'll catch him another time.

These would have fooled most people.

MIKE: High-quality stuff, eh? Even the bank was impressed.

According to divisional CID,

they've been turning up all over the north.

So, what next?

Get out there and ask some questions.

It's not every day somebody hands over a five or ten pound note

when they're buying their groceries.

Somebody might remember. See what you can find out.

So, what next, guv? How are we going to get rid of these kids?

BEXLEY: Don't jump the g*n, Ronnie. I've got a better idea.

Seeing as they've taken such a shine to us,

and the police have ignored them, we'll make use of them.

Sorry about that, lads.

Just needed to check out your story,

that you aren't working for Penguin or The Joker.

Now I know for certain that you're on Batman's side,

we can start working together.

Now...here's another fiver.

Don't go flashing it around,

or telling anyone where it came from.

There'll be another one for you if you come up and tell us

when you see that Lefty fellow again.

OK?

Off you go.

What would she want with that?

Oh, Mr Vernon. That...that's the Queen of Swords.

It's from one of those packs they use

to tell fortunes, and that.

Now you come to mention it, Aunt Aggie was into all that.

She had her fortune read so often, they gave her a special rate.

DAVID: My mam, she were just the same.

Once, she picked out the Grand National winner.

- Did she really, David? - Yeah.

She used to do it by, like, getting in touch.

With who?

There was this tipster she knew

who was er...

dead.

Prince Oobidoobi, he used to call himself.

Of course, his real name was Cedric Greenall.

And he wasn't a prince, either. He was er...a road sweeper.

Anyway, normally, the names of the horses that he was tipping

would, like, just... pop into her head.

It only worked once. All the other times the horses fell.

I'll tell you what, David. Shall we try it, just for a laugh?

Look. We sit at the table...

..and we put the cards - or in this case, the card -

in the middle, right? - Right.

And then we knock.

Is there anybody there?

KNOCKING

BERNARD: Is there anybody there?

What's going on, Vernon?

David is conducting an experiment in the paranormal, Bernard.

I'm trying to contact the other side.

Not a good idea, in my opinion.

Dabbling in that sort of thing only brings bad luck.

- What do you want? - I was passing, so I thought

I'd drop in this early-morning taxi booking.

And don't be late. He's got a plane to catch.

I was going to have a cup of tea, but I don't trust your tea leaves.

You must find it quiet round here after Manchester.

Well, it can get that way, I suppose.

I'd be happy to introduce you

to Ashfordly's swinging night life any time.

Thanks.

I might take you up on that. - Am I interrupting something?

- Hi. - Hi, Mike. What can I get you?

Nothing, thanks. I'm still working.

Then, how can I help?

I don't suppose you remember taking any five or ten pound notes

off anyone in the last couple of days.

There's not that many people round here got that kind of money.

Oh, now you come to mention it...

Susie? Didn't you take a £ note from a bloke at lunchtime today?

Yeah. Bloke called Lefty.

Dark-haired bloke in his s.

He tried to chat me up and told me to keep the change.

Would it still be in the till?

Oh. Should be.

That what you're looking for?

Unfortunately...

yes.

Sorry, Gina, it's a fake.

Oh, not again. This happened a couple of years ago.

We barely broke even that month.

Just take good care you don't take any more of these off anyone else.

Susie, did you happen to get this bloke's second name?

- No. - Is he a regular?

I wouldn't call him regular. Him and his mate come in

from time to time. - If he comes in again,

be sure to give me a ring. - Right.

Right, you can put that change he gave you

straight back in the till for a start.

PHONE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

Hello. Dr Merrick.

Hello? Who is this?

James, is this you?

If it is, please speak to me. I can't take much more of this.

Aagh!

Jenny says this isn't the first time it's happened.

No, but I didn't really think anything of it at the time.

I thought a bird had got into my car by accident.

It was only today I realised it was probably done on purpose.

There must be something you can do.

I've been onto the Post Office. They've put a trace on those calls.

They promised to get back to me.

Can you think of anyone that might have a grudge against you?

Not really. I haven't been here that long.

Except...

Except?

I had an ex-boyfriend who hassled me with calls

when I first got here.

I honestly can't begin to imagine he would stoop to this.

We won't accuse anyone unless we're sure.

But PC Crane will need his contact details, just to check it out.

And in the meantime?

Try not to worry.

We'll do our best, I promise you.

KNOCKING

Yes, Mike. Any news?

Yes. This forgery was handed over at the pub

from a bloke called Lefty - that's all we know.

Alf's checking the files now. - Anything else?

Strangely enough, the Farley kids were in the Post Office

and paid for some sweets with two crisp £ notes.

Were the notes left on the premises?

Yes. So we know they were fakes.

They must have got the money from somewhere.

Spoken to them? - Not yet.

I'm just about to. If they go back to the Post Office,

the owner's gonna give us a ring. - Good. Keep me informed.

Do you know, David,

I think we've done my Aunt Aggie a grave injustice.

- Oh? - You know that card we found?

The Queen of Swords? - Yeah.

You'll never guess what's running in the : at Haydock today.

The Queen of Swords? You're jo...

Well...

Well, that's a sign, that is. - I think it is.

You know, they do say that the dear departed move in curious ways,

their wonders to perform.

You don't honestly believe your Aunt Aggie's

up there on a pink cloud sending you down racing tips, do you?

You can scoff, Bernard.

You'll laugh on the other side of your face

when David and I take a wheelbarrow down to the bookies

to collect our winnings.

Come on, David.

MUSIC: 'Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo' by Alan Price Set

♪ On every tree there sits a bird

♪ Singing a song of love

♪ A song of love

♪ Is a sad song...

Oh, hello.

I wonder if I could see the doctor again.

Well, I'm afraid you might have to wait a bit.

She's quite busy this morning.

Oh. That's all right.

♪ A song of love...

- MAN: Hello. - Morning.

♪ Don't ask me how I know

♪ A song... ♪

Have you had these pains before?

I had some tests done recently.

I don't understand why I keep getting them.

It doesn't always have to be down to the heart condition.

It could be indigestion.

It could simply be anxiety.

You think I imagine them?

No, no. I'm not suggesting that at all.

Are you experiencing

any pain at the moment? - No.

If the symptoms re-occur, get back to me

and we'll take it further. OK? - Thank you, Doctor.

And for seeing me. - Oh, that's all right.

How are you sleeping these days? Any better?

- Not really, to be honest. No. - Oh, dear. I am sorry.

Well...goodbye, then.

Bye-bye.

RACING COMMENTARY

Come on, Aunt Aggie. Do your stuff.

Come on, Queenie!

COMMENTATOR: 'Along the back straight,

it's Flying Colours from County Girl.

Making her way through the pack is - outsider Queen of Swords,

well behind the leaders.' - Come on, Queenie!

COMMENTATOR: 'But what's this? Queen of Swords has

burst clear of the pack and is attacking hard.

Into the straight, she's alongside Flying Colours.

And Queen of Swords has done it!

Queen of Swords wins by a nose.' - Oh, yes!

Well...well done, Vernon.

Yeah. Perhaps I should have listened to you, for once.

COMMENTATOR: 'And so, the result of the...'

Derek Bates. Better known as Lefty.

Local tea-leaf. Never done an honest day's work in his life.

MIKE: Sounds like our man, sarge.

Oh, he's strictly small time, is Lefty.

He's not the sort to get involved in counterfeiting.

- Where can we find him, then? - Oh. That's the bad news.

Last time he was in court, no fixed abode.

What about the Farley kids?

Any joy? - Not yet, sarge, no.

I spoke to their mother,

who's sent them to visit an aunt in Scarborough.

- Do we need to alert CID there? - No, they'll be back tomorrow.

I didn't want to frighten them unduly in a strange place.

Fair enough. But make sure you talk to them

when they get back. And keep asking in the village.

Right, David. It's time we went and picked up our winnings.

- Which winnings would they be? - Sorry?

Not as sorry as you'll be when you hear what I've got to tell.

Oh?

It seems that after the race there was a stewards' enquiry.

And guess which horse got disqualified

for bumping and boring?

No!

You and your tips from the other side.

I said it was unwise to dabble.

Oh?

Just as well I wasn't stupid enough to listen to you for once.

I might have lost my money, as well.

No need to be smug, Bernard.

Come on, David.

MUSIC: 'You Really Got Me' by The Kinks

♪ Girl, you really got me goin'

♪ You got me so I don't know what I'm doin' now

♪ Yeah, you really got me now

♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night...

Gina. That's him. That's the guy that gave us the fiver.

Oh, yeah. Entertain him. I'll call the police.

- Well, how? - I don't know.

You didn't have any trouble last time he came in. Go on.

Go on!

Don't go just yet. I were just coming over to join you.

You said to let you know if I fancied a date.

Actually, I'm free all this evening.

Now, how could I refuse an offer like that? I couldn't.

Unless I had summat more important on.

Another time, perhaps, eh?

SHE SIGHS

What shall I do with this, then, Mr Vernon?

What I want you to do is get a very large axe

and chop it into very small pieces.

Much as I hate to admit it, Bernard was right, for once.

We've had nothing but bad luck since we clapped eyes on the thing.

All right.

Hang on, David!

Good old Aunt Aggie!

Ha-ha! I knew she wouldn't let us down.

HE CHUCKLES

Who are you calling now?

The solicitor, of course. If he's still there.

To tell him we've found the will.

And then, I shouldn't wonder if another trip to Liverpool

would be in order.

They've gone. What kept you? We did our best to stall them.

Sorry, Gina. We came as quickly as we could.

Well, you can make yourself useful.

A customer's had his motorbike pinched.

♪ You got me so I don't know what I'm doin' now

♪ Oh yeah, you really got me now

♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night

♪ You really got me You really got me

♪ You really got me...

TYRES SCREECH

Lefty.

PHONE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

What do you want?

Who is this?

Hello, Mrs Barton. Erm...

I'm sorry. I was expecting somebody else.

Uh-huh. Well, try not to worry and I'll be with you as soon as I can.

OK.

Doctor, I feel such a fraud.

The pain went off almost as soon as I'd rung you.

I tried calling you back, but you'd obviously already left.

I am so sorry to have dragged you out for nothing.

Well, I'll check you anyway.

Oh, well. In that case, can I take your coat for you?

Yes. Thank you.

Bring back any memories, Doctor?

That photograph was taken...

..the day before they took my granddaughter into hospital.

The hospital we both used to work at.

You'd long gone when they took me on as a volunteer helper.

But then, I only went there

to find out where you'd disappeared to.

I couldn't find out through official channels, you see.

They made sure of that.

You're Hilary Johnson's grandmother?

And Angela Johnson's mother.

Whose death I also hold you responsible for.

She died a few months ago.

A broken heart, I'd say, after her baby died.

But then, you'd probably find that concept very old-fashioned,

wouldn't you, Doctor?

What really got me...

..was that you got clean away with it.

And that's when I decided, you see.

That however long it took...

..I'd find you.

And once I'd found you...

..I'd make damn sure you'd never sleep easy in your bed again.

I don't know what to say.

Ah...

I'll put the kettle on.

Did he have any identification on him?

- Nope. Only those. - Just the counterfeits.

Yes, sarge. And the body has been provisionally identified

from the records as that of Derek Bates.

What about this passenger of his?

Chuck Forbes. He's got no previous form, but he's in a bad way.

The hospital say I can't interview him

for at least a couple of days.

So we have two kids gallivanting in Scarborough,

one man dead and another in hospital who can't be interviewed.

That's about the sum of it, sarge.

Sorry to interrupt, sarge.

The Post Office is on the phone.

At last. Thank you, Ventress. Put them through, would you?

You don't know how sorry I am.

Not just about your granddaughter, but your daughter, as well.

Bit late...for that now, Doctor.

I can understand you blaming me.

I blame myself.

I can only say that what happened that night

was completely out of my experience.

If it hadn't been, well...

perhaps I could have saved her.

If you weren't experienced enough...

you should never have done the job in the first place.

I'm not trying to excuse what happened that night.

But I really was trying to save her, Mrs Barton.

I...I really did try my best.

But...my best wasn't good enough.

I have to live with that for the rest of my life.

If it's any consolation, I still wake up with nightmares.

And they're almost always about your grand...daughter.

- Hey. Look at this. - What?

- This! - Wow!

- Perhaps we should tell the men. - Yeah!

Let's buy one.

Hello. Is Dr Merrick in?

I'm afraid she's not, no.

The Post Office have traced the source of those calls.

Will she be long? - Well, you tell me.

I was about to call you anyway. I'm starting to get worried.

When I arrived, she wasn't here.

I assumed that she was out on a call.

But that was over three hours ago.

So, this is definitely the man you saw break in, is it?

Yeah. And his friend.

But my mum said that he didn't die.

Do you mind if we hang onto this?

Thanks, lads.

Oh. Remember...

don't tell anyone where you got it.

And listen. I don't want you boys showing your faces up here again.

Understood? Or you know what will happen.

Now, scarper!

Ain't going to be long

before the police interview this survivor.

And if these hooligans had any notes on 'em,

we won't just have local bluebottles buzzing around.

Agreed. Time we made like the Arabs

and folded our tents, I'd say, Ronnie.

ALF: Yes. Yes.

Right. I'll pass it on. Thank you.

That was George at the Post Office.

The lads who handed over the forged fiver - they're there now.

Thanks, Alf. Phil. Are you coming?

SEAGULLS CRY

Hello, there, lads.

Now, tell me. Where did you get the money

to pay for all those sweets?

The men gave it to us.

The men gave you what?

We didn't steal it. We got it for showing them the paper.

Let's have a quick look at that.

What newspaper's that?

One with a picture of the man what broke in up at the farm.

The one we told the policeman about, but he didn't believe us.

Is that where you got this? The men at the farm?

He told us not to tell.

Might lock us up again.

Don't worry. You'll be safe with us.

Come on.

SEAGULLS CRY

That's the number, all right.

So there's every chance whoever made those calls lives over there.

ENGINE STARTS

That's Dr Merrick's car, isn't it?

Afternoon. PC Crane, Ashfordly Police.

Is Dr Merrick with you at all?

No, there's no-one of that name here.

Doctor!

Don't try to move.

Uh-uh uh-uh-uh.

It looks like the birds have flown.

Terrific.

You two collect car numbers? - I do.

Would you have the number of the Land Rover the men drove?

Course.

Then, my guess is, they won't be getting very far.

♪ The best things in life are free

♪ Well, you can give that to the birds and bees

♪ But give me money ♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want...

Hold back there, please, ladies and gents.

Hold back there, please, sir. Thank you.

It happened a couple of years ago when I was working at St Thomas's.

Which is where Mrs Barton comes from, right?

Right.

The child was brought in for a hernia operation.

I had to administer the anaesthetic.

It was all very routine. Suddenly, things started to go haywire.

We later found out that the child had an extremely rare condition -

hyperpyrexial syndrome, whereby the muscular system seizes up

as a reaction to the anaesthetic. - And it's fatal?

Well, not necessarily, if you recognise it in time.

Which I didn't.

It wasn't helped by the fact I had been on duty for hours

and was exhausted. - So, the child died, then.

Yeah.

And, although I was completely exonerated by the official inquiry,

I couldn't face working in surgery again.

I didn't realise until today

that the child's mother has since died, as well.

A death which Mrs Barton holds me solely responsible for.

That's still no excuse to try and k*ll you, Liz.

I'm not entirely convinced she would have gone ahead with it.

I don't think she knew what she was gonna do once she had me sedated.

I don't think she had planned that far ahead.

Which is why... I don't want her charged.

Liz...

The woman has been through enough.

She got what she came for.

She's seen my suffering for herself.

She'll not come after me again.

David?

Flaming typical!

I thought you might like to know, CID have collared your friends.

Along with a press and a few thousand quid

in dud notes - all thanks to the registration number

you came up with. - Poor old Lefty and his pal.

Thought they were onto a good thing.

They must've found that stash and thought they were in heaven.

Look, I'd love to take the credit, sarge,

but it was mostly down to those kids.

Not necessarily. You kept your head down,

and persevered. You knew who to tap for information and when.

Those are the signs of a good detective constable.

Anyway, whoever it was down to,

you're certainly top of the pops back at Division.

Next thing you'll be asking me for is a reference.

- STEVE: Gina? - Yeah?

Those clubs you mentioned the other day.

Oh, yeah?

Is there one in particular you'd recommend?

Ooh, well, er... my personal favourite would be er...

The Jack Of Diamonds. - Right.

- Hiya. - Hiya.

- Ready? - Yeah. Sure am.

Thanks, Gina.

Any time.

Can I er...say something?

- As if I could stop you. - Don't you think

you'd be better off going for someone more your own age?

I'm just trying to be helpful.

Hello, Mr Vernon. I thought you were going to join us down the pub.

I didn't feel like it.

Been to Aunt Aggie's again, have you?

What was left of it, yes.

- Oh? - You know, when I was a kid,

if a house was left empty, we used to just play in it.

Pretend it was ours, maybe put some paint on the walls.

Now they burn 'em to the ground.

No!

And of course, batty old Aunt Aggie didn't have any insurance.

So, as the new owner, I'm liable

for any damage to adjacent property.

- That's terrible. - Yes. Well, put it this way.

I've had better days in the course of a long and chequered career.

Oh dear.

Anyway. At least you've got a few quid coming

for Aunt Aggie's table. - Oh?

Mr Scripps suggested I took it to an antique shop to get it valued.

The bloke in the shop reckons that it's a genuine antique.

And he's going to offer you fifty quid for it!

Really?

Well, fancy that.

That just about rounds off my week, that does.