16x23 - Where There's Smoke

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

MAN: What time is it?

MAN : Five minutes since you last asked.

♪ The party's over... ♪

If Miller wants us to to book drink drivers,

surely we could be sat outside busier places than this?

Well, they're not all owned by Ken Dekin, though, are they?

Get me a drink, love.

♪ And taken the moon away... ♪

MAN: They all know we're out here.

MAN : That's the point. We're bad for business.

TELEPHONE RINGS

♪ It's time to wind up... ♪

Kenny's.

Oh, hello, Shirley, love. How are you?

I'm fine. Thank you, Denis.

Would you do me a favour? See if you can get Ken to the phone.

You're dealing me filth, Barney.

- What do you want? - Phone, Ken.

- So deal with it. - It's Shirley.

For pity's sake.

♪ The candles flicker and dim... ♪

What is it, Shirley?

I'll be back when I'm done and not before. Expect me when you see me.

- Are they still out there? - Yeah.

Let's give them summat to do. Car keys?

What?

Come on. They know my car.

Personally, I can't see anything wrong with gambling.

Dekin hasn't got a licence.

That's what's wrong.

Why don't we just kick his door down, then?

Well, we did, before your time, but, as soon as we got inside,

the card school had turned into a knitting circle.

STARTS ENGINE

Hold on.

I think we're in business.

He must be well oiled. Right. Get the kit.

Evening.

In a bit of a rush, are we, sir?

Is that a problem?

Didn't you see the lights flashing?

Afraid not.

Dekin.

Would you mind stepping out of the car, please, sir?

And if you'd be so good as to blow into this bag.

Surprise, surprise.

- Oh, yeah. - That's good, isn't it?

Surprisingly so. Yes.

You should tell that pillock Miller you've better things to do.

Thank you, sir.

Good night.

MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO

MUSIC CONTINUES IN HOUSE

Morning, you.

- What's the time? - A quarter past eight.

- A quarter past eight? - Mm-hm.

- Why didn't you give me a nudge? - I did. Tea or coffee?

Coffee. Thanks.

SIGHS

♪ Bend me, shape me any way you want me

♪ You got the power to turn on the light... ♪

NEEDLE SCRATCHES

I was listening to that!

So was half of Yorkshire.

You might have just... turned it down a bit.

David, there's a time and a place for everything,

even that racket,

but not first thing in a morning.

DOOR CLOSES

Do you want another?

No, thanks. I'd best dash.

- Is that all you're having? - I'll get something at home.

- See you later. - Bye.

- You wanted a word? - Yes, Alf.

I assume you've heard how Ken Dekin led us a merry dance last night.

- Yes. - I'm not amused.

I gather.

However, this morning I've received a letter from someone

willing to dish the dirt on Mr Dekin.

It confirms that he is running a gaming room inside the club.

- It's unsigned. - I know, but it's genuine.

The villains it names are on our own list.

That place attracts them like flies to a cowpat

and I want it closed down.

You're not thinking of a raid?

Oh, no. I've learned that lesson.

But with this letter as evidence, I can hit him where it hurts.

In his liquor licence.

Well, from what I remember, the licence was in his wife's name.

Correct, but he's made an application to the court

- to have it transferred to himself. - Oh.

The word is that he's trading in the current Mrs Dekin

for a newer model.

CAROL: And another one at noon, Enid. All right?

Well, your mum seems comfortable.

Does she want anything?

No, I think she'll sleep for a while.

How do you think she's doing?

It's hard to tell so soon after a stroke.

How are you? More to the point.

Oh, coping.

I'm sorry the test results weren't good.

- You haven't told her? - No.

No point just yet.

I know you're happy to manage here as long as you can,

but I really do think she should go into care,

sooner rather than later.

I've been talking to them down at Golden Cedars.

Oh, it's a nice place. I'm sure she'd like it there.

- I'll see you again tomorrow. - OK.

- Bye. - Bye.

- And that is my submission, ma'am. - Thank you, Mr Heath.

Sergeant Miller, we've now heard the application for change of licence.

Do the police have any objections?

Er, yes. Thank you, ma'am. We have.

Perhaps you would outline them for us.

Yes, ma'am.

I have recently received a letter

which I would like to submit for your consideration.

In it, the writer informs me that Mr Dekin

is in the habit of allowing gambling

on his club premises, in contravention of the Gaming Act.

It also goes on to name a number of regulars,

who we know to have criminal records.

The police have kept watch on the premises

and we believe it is a place where undesirables meet

to plan nefarious activities.

But this letter is unsigned, Sergeant.

Yes, indeed, ma'am.

The writer would live in fear of his or her safety

should their identity be known.

You will also see from these details

that Mr Dekin has a history of licence abuses

involving illegal gaming.

The police have serious concerns about this application, ma'am,

and wish to strongly oppose it.

COUGHS

- You're late. - Problems at home.

It's problems here you're paid to deal with.

Why? What's happened?

We've lost our liquor licence.

Miller stuck the Kn*fe in,

convinced the bench there's gaming on the premises.

- Claims to have a grass. - Oh.

He sprung an unsigned letter on us, naming names.

I'll lay money Miller wrote it himself.

- Hiya, David. - Hiya.

It's not one of your usual nights.

I had to get out of the house. Aunt Peggy, she's driving me mad.

Why is that then?

I just can't do anything without her moaning at me.

She's saying, "You can't play that music" and...

"Don't sit in that chair."

"Stop whistling. Stop fidgeting."

"Stop breathing", more like.

My life's not my own. I'm fed up of it.

There you go.

Thank you.

TILL DINGS

Now he's lost his licence, perhaps his customers will drink in here.

That riffraff? No, thanks.

Miller's cock-a-hoop.

Ken Dekin won't take it lying down.

He'll get a top brief and try and get the decision reversed

at the next licensing session. - Yeah. And in the meantime,

he'll probably serve the drinks from under the counter, eh?

What's going on over there, then?

What?

GINA: Something's going on.

They're a bit close, aren't they?

Whatever next?

- Something's going on. - Stop staring. Leave them to it.

Look, sorry I seemed a bit preoccupied, this morning.

It takes me a bit of time to wake up.

I gathered.

It was strange for me, too.

Yeah. Probably too much wine.

Perhaps.

You're having regrets, I take it?

No.

No. Not at all.

- Unless you do? - No. I don't.

Good.

- Been a long day for both of us. - Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm glad it happened.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

Police.

What time did she get home?

About eleven. She must have disturbed whoever broke in.

How did Dekin react when he got there?

Steaming. The stolen stuff included trophies he'd won as a young boxer.

You'd better get Scenes of Crimes over there, pronto.

Already done.

RADIO STOPS WORKING

Stupid thing!

The police to see you, Ken.

Mr Dekin.

Sergeant.

PC Walker you know.

Cracked the case already, have you?

I'm afraid not. No.

You surprise me.

You were compiling a list of stolen items.

These are all insured, I take it?

Yeah, but stuff like that can't be replaced.

Make yourself scarce, Denis. Go and total the bar takings.

Surprising how these soft drinks can add up.

Nothing much was found at the scene by way of forensic evidence.

Then you'd better call in CID before the trail goes cold.

We'll do what's necessary, Mr Dekin.

You do that.

You're good at parking cop cars on my doorstep.

Now show me how you deal with a proper crime.

DOG GRUMBLES

- I've just brewed. - Oh.

What are you reading?

- It's a magazine article. - Well, I can see that.

Is that Hugh Hefner?

"The man who put sex into the sixties."

Yeah. Somebody left it in the back of the taxi.

Yeah. No doubt too ashamed to be seen with it.

Unlike some.

"Too ashamed to be seen with it," I said.

Why?

You know very well why.

He's the man that sells them magazines with bare women in 'em.

- All right, I know. - It's disgusting!

How would you like it if I paraded in the buff

with nothing but a clump of elephant grass to cover me?

- Oh, disgusting. - Exactly. Give it here.

No, no! I'm reading that.

I'm reading all about how Hugh Hefner spends his free time.

- I'm getting some very good ideas. - No doubt you are.

He's got this den, you see, and this is where he...

chills out.

It's got a billiard table and it's got a bar.

That's exactly what I want, that.

You want a den, like Hugh Hefner?

Yeah. With a great big sign on the door saying...

"Private"!

A pleasant surprise. It is pleasant, is it?

I'm not sure.

A man named Dekin has made a complaint to Division.

He claims Miller persuaded the magistrates

to take away his drinks licence

on the word of an anonymous informant.

That and his previous record for illegal gaming.

Well, I'm sure Miller has got good reasons,

but Division wants to know everything is above board.

- So why come to me? - I thought you might have a view.

I don't have a view. I'm a plod, remember?

But not for much longer, perhaps.

Let's wait till I get the results, eh?

What would this view be about?

How Miller is dealing with Dekin.

- Just want an idea before I go in. - Inside information you mean?

Is it personal between them?

Do you want a coffee?

- Why is that so hard to answer? - Sorry, was that a yes?

No. Not for me. Thanks.

I'll tell you this much.

Miller thinks Dekin's clubs are a magnet for criminals.

- He'd like them closed down. - OK.

So, what about the unsigned letter? Is it genuine?

I assume so.

Dekin called us to say he was burgled, last night.

He wants CID to investigate because he says he can't trust you.

Miller will be chuffed. Good luck.

Yeah. And thanks for all your help.

You've passed the politics paper with honours.

- No. I said I didn't want one. - It's for Carol.

You can take it to her on your way out.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

If he's still complaining in a couple of days' time,

give me a call, OK? Bye.

CHILD: Bye.

- Hi. - Rob sent this.

Oh, thanks.

Are you working on something together?

Not exactly. I'm afraid he's got it on him, this morning.

- Oh. - It's nothing I can't handle.

I give as good as I get.

You make it sound very combative.

Well, yeah, it can be.

Is that why you two split up?

Partly. Perhaps.

I think the fact is we met too soon, when we were both making our way.

And what about now?

Too much competition.

Besides, I don't think he's really ever shaken off the ghost of Helen.

She'll always be there in the background.

But something tells me you'd be prepared to take the risk.

Whether it's me or someone else, I'm sure they'll help him overcome that.

- Well, who knows? - I do. I'm an optimist.

Suppose Rob wanted to leave Aidensfield?

Has he said something to you?

No, but he's due to get the results of his sergeants' exams.

If he passes, he's bound to get restless.

And Sergeant Miller is not about to make way any time soon.

♪ There's an old piano and they play it hot behind the... ♪

Oh, hello.

Hello, Mr Scripps.

A useful space.

Yeah. Eh?

Does it smell?

- What of? - Cow.

There's not been livestock in here for a while.

Oh.

- What are you after? - Come to see what you're up to.

Well...

There's nothing to see.

I'm just chucking stuff out.

- Me included? - Yeah.

It's only natural he'd want a place of his own.

Well, what's wrong with his bedroom?

Well, it's too small to invite friends.

What friends?

I'm the only friend he's got and I'm barred.

♪ ..the green door! ♪

- Thank you. - Satisfied?

Well, if the magistrates were happy.

Exactly.

When Dekin reapplies, he'll have a top barrister who'll make the point

that anyone could have fabricated the facts and typed it.

- Including me, you mean? - I hope not. For your sake.

The letter is genuine, Detective Sergeant,

and, no, I'll not be revealing my source.

Fine.

Dekin, however, insists it's personal.

He's keen to damage your reputation anyway he can.

That's why I think he set up last night's burglary.

Do you want me to take over the case?

No.

It would give Dekin less ground for complaint.

And convince people of my incompetence.

I boss this patch, Detective Sergeant.

You might remind Division of that.

So, you'll tell her, tonight?

I'll tell her when the time is right.

- You've been saying that for weeks. - It hasn't been right.

We've been married a long time.

It's got to be done decent.

You're full of bull, Ken.

Take it or leave it.

Hell fire!

Ken!

ROSIE: Well, your brake shoes could do with being replaced.

I know.

- When can you do that? - Not today.

Pop in tomorrow. I can do it then.

All right, then.

Rosie, Mr Scripps said I could have a couple of these posters

for my den.

Yeah, he did mention it. I've got some rolled up over here.

Yeah?

So, when is the grand opening of this den?

Well, I don't know. When can you come?

Oh, I didn't mean that.

I'm in tonight. If it's convenient?

Sorry, David. I said I'd meet up with a girlfriend.

That's alright. Bring her along.

The more the merrier, eh?

Yeah.

- Anybody see anything? - No.

Hard to believe in broad daylight.

Dekin reckons he'd have heard something.

What, above all that pillow talk?

You think a bloke would do this to his own motor?

Hard to say. I assume his insurance will cover it.

Well, what have you found out?

The neighbours aren't being too helpful, Mr Dekin.

Nosey when it suits 'em, round here.

A Scenes Of Crime officer will be here, as soon as possible.

With all this paint we might be able to find a footprint or two.

Oh, really? Why don't you tell your gaffer to send Holmes and Watson?

Instead of Laurel and Hardy.

Is he, er, is he talking about us?

LAUGHS

I know you've got your doubts,

but Dekin wouldn't mastermind this outside his mistress's house.

Isn't that what he'd want us to think?

Dekin couldn't care less who knows about his extramarital arrangements.

But his wife probably does, though.

Excluding Dekin himself, she's got to be a suspect.

Not if the same person did the break-in.

She was the one who disturbed the burglar.

ROB: Or so she claims. She could have easily done it herself.

If we're gonna keep an open mind,

Shirley Dekin stays in the frame, but we do have other names.

- Alf? - Yes.

Three ex-employees with a possible grudge.

Linda Bedford. Dekin made her promises and then dumped her.

One scorned woman.

Roger Jenkin.

Dekin had him beaten up,

because he was caught directing punters to a rival club.

One angry man with a limp.

Then there was Terry Cropper, a barman.

He was caught with his hand in the till.

He was found at the bottom of a cliff, off Whitby Head.

The coroner's verdict was su1c1de.

But his family think they know better.

MRS DEKIN: Would either of you like a drink?

Er, no, thanks. We're fine.

Mrs Dekin, are you aware that your husband's car

was vandalised earlier today?

Yes, he rang.

Can you tell us where you were between one and three o'clock?

I was here.

Can anyone confirm that?

Well, I don't think so. Why do you ask?

It's routine, Mrs Dekin. We need to eliminate you from our inquiries.

Me?

Your husband's car was parked outside the home of Tina Bentley.

We believe she works at your husband's club.

I know who she is, constable.

Ken's latest bit of skirt.

We believe she's rather more than that.

Oh, I see. The next Mrs Dekin, perhaps?

And I'm already the avenging ex?

I've been married to Ken for years, constable.

He works unsocial hours, surrounded by temptations.

That's his world.

This is mine.

What I say goes in this house

and he has always chosen to come back to it.

Right, then.

I hope that helps.

Thank you.

I won't have 'em talk to my wife like that.

How was that, exactly?

Like she was a suspect!

You asked for a thorough investigation, Mr Dekin.

By Miller? No chance.

I've asked CID to get on the job. How long is it gonna take you?

- What are you doing here? - I was summoned.

He says you're about to cuff his missus for decorating his car.

Why couldn't Miller just wave the liquor licence through

and save us all this hassle?

- I've told you why. - Oh, yeah.

It's a magnet for naughty boys.

At least here you know where to find them.

How far have you got with those asset transfers?

- They need Shirley's signature. - Leave her to me.

Just have 'em ready.

Will you be opening the bar tonight?

What do you think?

Is it worth the risk?

What do you want me to do? Close down? Sell up?

Either way, you'll be on the scrapheap, sunshine.

♪ I need someone's hand

♪ To lead me through the night

♪ I need someone's arms... ♪

Hiya, Peggy. We've come to see David.

Oh?

Well, is he in?

Well, he's across the yard. Follow the noise.

Thanks.

♪ ..I'm at an end

♪ Because I need... ♪

- Oh, hiya, Carol. - Hiya. I'm on the borrow.

So, is Rob on duty tonight, then?

- I think so, yeah. - Where's my nutmeg?

Gina, has Phil said anything to you

about Rob wanting to leave Aidensfield?

No. What gave you that idea?

He's due the results of his sergeants' exams.

I just wondered what he had in mind if he passes.

Why don't you ask him?

It's not really any of my business, is it?

Who are you trying to kid?

Take it from me. Wait for a man to say something important to a woman

and you could turn from a radiant flower into a dried arrangement.

Thanks.

LOUD MUSIC PLAYING

♪ Lucifer Sam, Siam cat

♪ Always sitting by your side

♪ Always by your side

♪ That cat's something I can't explain ♪

LOUD MUSIC PLAYING

Ah, evening. Now what's the problem?

You can hear the problem!

- You reported a disturbance. - And what do you call this?

Well, who is it making all the noise?

It's our David and them that's with him.

I'm supposed to be off duty now.

Can't you deal with this, yourself?

I've tried, but they're deaf to me.

It needs a uniform.

Even one with you in it.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

PC Younger. I want to speak to David.

WENDY: Well, he's busy!

MUSIC STOPS

David? It's Geoff Younger.

Open up!

MUSIC PLAYING

What the...?

Hello.

- Geoff! - Oh. Hello.

- What are you doing here? - Well...

I heard something were cracking off.

Well, you'd best come in, then.

CHUCKLES

Come on. Come in.

COUGHS

TURNS VOLUME DOWN

Welcome to Dave's Den.

This is Wendy.

Oh, look. He's even got his own whistle.

Eh?

LAUGHS

Come on, Geoff.

Sit down. Do you want a drink?

I can't. No!

- What are you doing? - Enjoy it!

The fun's over.

- ROB: Any idea what caused it? - Yeah. Arson.

- What's he doing here? - He's the owner.

- How long you had this place? - What?

I didn't know you'd got a warehouse.

Not many do.

Mr Dekin, it looks like you've been targeted again.

Brilliant.

You must have an inkling who might be doing this?

Put it this way. I've got more idea than you.

Right. I've had enough!

MUSIC PLAYING

BANGS ON DOOR

WENDY: Go away!

I'm going nowhere. I live here!

David!

DAVID: What is it?

Do you know what time it is?

Past your bedtime, Grandma.

You're right there. I've got a fat chance of getting any sleep.

Where's Constable Younger? What's he doing?

That'd be telling!

Right. I'll be talking to your superior, Geoff Younger.

And as for you,

David Stockwell,

I am disgusted!

Don't speak to lover boy like that, in his own house.

Lover boy?

Don't talk such rubbish!

You're not going to take that from her, are you?

- Well... - Come here.

That did the trick.

WOMEN GIGGLING

The warehouse was stacked with cigarettes.

Since Dekin says he wasn't insured,

we can safely assume this att*ck wasn't self-inflicted.

All right. But does Dekin sell so many cigarettes

that he has to have a warehouse to store them in?

I've asked Alf to turn up any recent cases of theft involving cigarettes.

Good. Get on to Customs And Excise. They could be duty-free.

Why don't we ask his office manager to show us the receipts?

Oh, fine. Don't forget your passport to Cloud Cuckoo Land.

If you don't ask, you don't get.

Dekin leased the warehouse two months ago.

A handful of people know about this.

- Did he give you any names? - No. He clammed up.

I think he's guessed who it might be and intends to deal with it himself.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Internal mail, sarge.

From Division.

It, er, could be someone's results.

Thanks, Alf.

I'll be in the Duty Room.

Oh. Well, you've...

You've passed.

Not only have you passed,

you were placed in the top entrants, nationwide.

- Congratulations. - Thank you, sarge.

You know what this means? You can apply for a special training course.

That's one year at Police College. a*t*matic promotion.

Right.

I'd be sorry to lose you, but it would be a big leg-up.

COUGHS

Mum?

Shirley Dekin sent these.

Oh, lovely.

I was going to call in on her today, anyway, so I can thank her.

Anything else before I go?

I don't think so.

Nurse Cassidy will call in this morning.

She knows where to find the key.

So you're OK?

- Sure? - Mm.

I'll be off, then.

See you later, love. I'll put them in some water.

- What if he's not here? - Better still.

Hello, there. PC Walker. This is Detective Sergeant Dawson.

We've come to see Mr Boon.

He's not here.

I'm sure he'd like us to wait.

Well, I'll have to phone.

Celebrity visitors, eh?

Is that who I think it is? The one off the telly?

CLEARS THROAT

Any joy?

A letter asking for a quote to paint the clubroom?

Yeah. Look at the type.

The dodgy Ks and Ts.

Must be the same machine that typed Miller's letter.

The book-keeper is the grass?

Since he was one of the few people that knew about the warehouse.

I'll lay odds he's our saboteur, as well.

I'll be back in a mo, Enid.

Oh, hello.

Hello. Is Denis here?

No, I'm sorry.

I'm his boss.

- Ken Dekin. - Oh, yes, of course.

You and Mrs Dekin sent those beautiful flowers to Enid.

I daresay.

- Where is Enid? - She's in bed.

Perhaps I could just nip in and say hello?

Yeah, she is awake. I've just got to pop to the shops.

Drop the latch on your way out.

Right.

Hello, Enid.

I'm looking for Denis.

Do you know where I can find him?

Sarge, we're at the club.

We've found evidence to suggest your informant is Denis Boon. Over.

Find him and keep him safe. Over.

Ken didn't say when he'd get back.

It's you I've come to see.

Oh?

- Do you mind, if...? - No. Go ahead.

How's your mother?

- A bit better. - Good.

It must be a strain for you.

- Thank you for the flowers. - It's my pleasure.

So, what is it?

Did Ken tell you why he wanted to transfer the club's licence

out of your name?

Not really. Why?

He's been trying to transfer other assets.

He thinks I'm arranging the paperwork, but I'm not.

Oh? Well, why not?

It wouldn't be to your advantage and I won't do it.

I don't understand.

You've always been good to me, Shirley.

Right back to when my marriage broke up.

Kind and...well...

lovely.

Thank you, but there's no need.

You must know what you've meant to me, all these years.

Just being in the same room with you

made me feel my life was worth living.

Oh, Denis, Denis.

He wants to divorce you.

- No, Denis-- - Please listen.

I've done his dirty work, but I won't let him sell you short.

What I've done, Shirley, I've done for you.

No answer.

What's going on?

- We're looking for Denis Boon. - You tried the club?

Yeah. He's not there.

Try Mr and Mrs Dekin's place.

His mother said he was going round to thank them for some flowers.

Do I take it you had no idea who your informant was

when you used that letter in court?

No time to split hairs, Sergeant.

I get car-sick as a passenger.

Oh, hello, young sir. How are you?

Oh, not so bad.

Better than you look, then?

Yeah. A bit of a...late night.

I heard.

Anyway, Rosie said she'd do my brakes for us.

Rosemary!

Oh, hiya, David.

Good night, last night, wasn't it?

Oh, yeah.

I was just wondering. How are you fixed to come again, tonight?

Oh, erm, no, I can't.

Got to work late.

But, er, Wendy might be able to.

Rosie!

CHUCKLES

MILLER: We believe Denis Boon was coming here.

- Yes, he was here. - When did he leave?

A few minutes ago.

ROB: Do you know where he was going?

He didn't say.

- Where's your husband, Mrs Dekin? - I don't know.

Was he here with Mr Boon?

Mrs Dekin, we believe Mr Boon to be in danger.

Help us or be responsible for the consequences.

Is he with your husband?

- Yes. They left together. - Where did they go?

Please think, Mrs Dekin.

Ken said something about him "becoming a cropper".

Terry Cropper. Whitby Head.

DEKIN: I'd never have guessed you had it in you, Denis.

DENIS: Mind if I have a smoke?

Yeah. Why not?

COUGHS

You should get that seen to.

Yeah.

- Was Miller paying you? - No.

Who, then?

Nobody.

So, why?

You wouldn't understand.

Get out.

A view to die for.

♪ There she stood in the street

♪ Smiling from her head to her feet

♪ I said hey, what is this

♪ Now baby maybe she's in need of a kiss

♪ I said hey, what's your name baby Maybe we can... ♪

Clean?

OK. Over with it.

There.

There!

♪ ... it's all right now

♪ All right now, baby It's all right now ♪

Not tempted to leg it yourself, then?

What for? I got here just too late to stop him.

Try convincing a jury of that.

- Are those bangers ready yet? - What's the rush?

I'm expecting friends.

Not again?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Friends last more than a day, you know.

- Hi, David. - Hiya, Wendy.

- You all right? - Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

You don't mind if I bring a couple of friends, do you?

Oh. Er...

No, no, no. That's fine.

Come on.

The den's open.

I'll be over in a minute.

Just Wendy with a couple of friends.

A couple?

More like a posse.

How long have you worked for Ken Dekin?

years or so.

You certainly took your time turning Queen's evidence.

He paid my wages.

And, at first, he kept on the right side of the law.

Then he got greedy.

Revved up the gambling, started dealing in contraband fags.

Why didn't you just leave?

I had responsibilities.

- Your mother? - Yes.

And Shirley.

PHONE RINGING

- Mrs Dekin? - She needed me in her corner.

He was going to rob her blind. I had to stop him.

If she hadn't returned the favour, you'd be a dead man.

She should have saved her breath.

Why?

I'm condemned, anyway.

I'd never have got the bottle to double-cross him, otherwise.

I've had some tests.

Lung cancer.

Inoperable.

A drop over a cliff would have been a mercy.

LOUD MUSIC PLAYING

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Wendy!

It's David.

Now push off!

We're full.

Eh?

Sergeant Dawson told me you used her to cushion the impact.

She is such a whinger. There was hardly a dent on her car.

Well, not a bad day's work.

Dekin and his sidekick's in the nick

and an exam passed with flying colours.

- Well done. - Sarge!

Things don't get much better than that.

That's another round on Rob, then, is it, Alf?

I wouldn't be so bold.

Right, then, same again, all round.

Come on, Gina.

Ta.

This is when you find out who your friends really are

and how many you've suddenly got of them.

CAROL: Count your blessings.

What are you doing here? Didn't Wendy show up?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, she came.

Yeah, she brought a couple of... friends with her.

It got a bit crowded,

so I thought I'd just pop out for a quiet drink on my own.

LAUGHTER

I've... I've just finished your taxi.

Why don't you come over and see what I've done?

Come on.

I hope you like it.

You were only changing the brake shoes.

We towed in a write-off

and I spotted something I thought might suit you.

See anything?

GASPS

Flippin' 'eck!

Oh, does it work?

Tune in, man, and chill out.

♪ ...Fee, fi, fo, fum look out, baby, cos here I come... ♪

Oh, Rosie, it's great!

You didn't need to leave the party, you know.

Don't be daft. In any case, I needed the breather.

I've hardly had time to take things in.

Everyone seemed genuinely pleased for you.

What, that they might be seeing the back of me?

- Of course not. - You'd be surprised.

Geoff's already put his marker on my desk and pencil sharpener.

CHUCKLES

Do you want me to come in?

Erm... No. You'd better not. Tongues will wag.

Besides, they'd k*ll me, if I stopped you from going back.

Nah. I've put some money behind the bar.

Not the point. You should be with them.

Yeah. Probably.

Right. Well, erm,

I'll love you and leave you. - OK.

See you tomorrow.

♪ I'm on my way

♪ Get ready, cos here I come

♪ Get ready... ♪