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Mr. Todd. Cooperate, please, sir,
otherwise the bailiffs will have to force an entry.
You're wasting your time, Sergeant. I'm not opening that door.
You tell him, Henry.
I think they'd have something better to do.
Promised to take Gina for a nice birthday treat to a restaurant.
Dead easy, I thought.
They're all booked up, every one.
Oh, promise in haste, repent at leisure.
Oh, help me, Alf. I'm in trouble.
Well, you could always take her for a stroll along Whitby Pier.
Mrs. Ventress' favourite birthday treat, that.
And it costs nowt.
Ashfordly Police.
Er, where's that, sir?
Right.
And, er, could I have your name, sir?
Hello?
There's been a crash on Valley Edge Road.
There's only one car involved, but the driver's unconscious.
You radio old Craddock, I'll phone Maggie.
Hope it isn't a hoax.
Only he rung off when I asked his name.
I've told you before, Sergeant, you're wasting your time.
Mr. Todd!
Talk to him, Mrs. Bradley. Tell him he's made his point.
He won't open the door, Sergeant.
Does he want it broken down and his property seized?
Sarge.
Accident reported on Valley Edge Road. Driver reported hurt.
Deal with it, Bradley.
Your client cannot defy a court order indefinitely.
Mr. Todd refuses to pay his fines or his rates
until the council promised to meet his demands.
It's a matter of principle, Sergeant.
I'm all for principle, Mrs. Bradley,
but not at the expense of public order.
How is he?
Hard to say.
He'll have an x-ray and be admitted for observation.
Well, if he asks, tell him we've got his property.
- Okay. See you later. - See you.
What, I can put them anywhere I like?
Anywhere. I'll even close my eyes.
That's it. You there?
Done it.
Now, watch closely.
Ah! That's brilliant.
How'd you do that?
Oh, it's magic, isn't it?
Well, they're not the same cards, Gina.
They just look the same.
You see, he took these two from the top and the bottom of the pack,
didn't you, Bernie?
You cheat.
You've lost your sense of wonder, Oscar.
Yeah. And you've run out of time wasting.
There was Mike Bradley on the phone.
He wants you to recover a crashed car.
Says you'll find it just off the Valley Edge Road.
Oh, no rest for the wicked.
Come on, David. I need you to watch me back, traffic and such.
Oh, no, no. I've finished for the day, Mr. Scripps.
Well, you can help me out, can't you?
We never close. That's our golden rule.
I'm only doing this to Mr. Greengrass,
gets back from traying that horse up.
Dragging me out all of those day and night.
Mr. Reese? Hello. Maggie Bolton.
Has the doctor spoken to you yet?
He says there's nothing serious.
No, no. Just shock and mild concussion.
What's happened to my car?
No-one will tell me anything.
My things in the car, my cases.
Who's got them?
The police recovered your property.
They're arranging to have your car towed to the garage at Aidensfield.
How long do I have to stay here?
Oh, overnight. Just for routine observation.
You'll be out tomorrow.
Can I make a couple of phone calls?
Yes, of course. I'll arrange it for you.
Try to get some rest.
You were lucky to escape serious injury.
- Bye-bye. - Bye.
What's that, David?
Five-pound note.
It was just lying down there on the grass.
Oh, we're in luck. I'll share it with you.
Oh, but it's not mine.
Well, it is now.
In the words of the old hymn, it was lost, but now it is found.
Well, I'll have to think about that one.
Right.
I see.
Well, thank you for letting me know, Sergeant.
Good night.
What is it?
It's your sergeant warning me that Mr. Todd has run out of time.
If he doesn't pay up tomorrow, the bailiff's going.
Well, I'm sure he held off as long as he could.
What, from smashing up the house of an old war veteran?
Whose side are you on, Mike?
Well, come on, Jackie. Nobody wants this.
All Mr. Todd has to do is pay his rates.
Yes, and he will.
Once the council agree not to pull down the old cricket pavilion.
They can't do that.
It's just not how it works.
Look, Mike, it's not just any old pavilion.
It belonged to the original Aidensfield First Eleven.
They were the local cricket team
that volunteered to a man during the First World War.
They all died during the first days of battle out there,
except, well, Mr. Todd is the only survivor.
That pavilion, it's part of village history.
Well, what's so funny?
You.
Every time the woman's in conflict with the solicitor,
the woman wins hands down.
That's a compliment.
Thank you.
Morning, Bernie.
You're early, Fred.
What's up, trying to impress the bosses?
Ah, here you are.
Hope it's not a bill.
I just deliver them, Bernie. I don't read them.
Hey, if it is a bill, it's a big one.
What I like about you, young David, you're such an optimist.
What is this? What is this?
Here, there's almost a spiel to a quid here.
Hey. Hey, maybe it's from a secret admirer.
Like in a film I saw once.
Who is it from, then?
It doesn't say. Just do it's for.
It's not me, worse luck.
Jenny.
- Are you all right? - I'm fine.
I've been so worried, Danny.
It's just bad luck.
Listen, I've had to book us into a hotel for the night.
Don't worry.
Once we're on our way, it'll be as though it never happened.
Time's up, Mr. Todd.
For the last time, will you open this door?
You do what you have to.
Hey, you can stop persecuting Henry Todd.
This is for you, Jackie, on behalf of Henry.
Hold it there, gentlemen.
Payment in full of his fines and back rates.
Bernie, is this from you?
Not as such.
Why, who then?
Let's just say an anonymous donor.
Hello, Gina. Come in.
Ta.
- What's this? - They're for you.
Chosen specially for you by me, as per Graham's instructions.
- Graham sent these? - Yep.
He phoned up this morning to book a room.
He asked me to buy them for you.
Well, don't you like them?
Oh, yes, they're lovely.
I'd better go and put them in water.
No. No, I understand.
Yeah, it was just a hope.
Thank you.
Not one cancellation.
Why bother with the restaurant?
Give her some fancy food at your place.
My place?
Bachelor hell, Alf.
Dingy dog box with a single gas ring.
And a landlady who starts foaming every time a female crosses the threshold.
Er, Danny Reese.
Nurse Bolton says you were keeping my property here.
Oh, yes.
The bloke in the car accident.
Er, Phil, Mr. Reese's bags.
Right.
Well, er, I'm pleased to see that you didn't come to any real harm.
What about my car?
Oh, well, the garage says it'll be back on the road in a few days.
There we go.
My other case. Where is it?
Other case?
I had three. One's missing.
Hold on.
We booked in two suitcases and those sundry items.
I had another case.
It was in the car with these.
If you collected my property, then you must have it.
Well, we're not leaving without it.
I hope I did the right thing.
Playing matchmaker with the flowers.
Oh, it's not you, Gina.
Or Graham.
He's very kind, very thoughtful.
So what's the problem, then?
Me, I suppose.
More to the point, how to deal with Graham.
Oh, from what I've seen, I'd say you're in it all together.
I know.
And it's getting more that way.
Of course, it's very exciting.
It's just not what I expected.
Well, you're streets ahead of me and my great romance with Phil.
Do you know, I haven't even seen his flat yet.
Gina, Graham's coming up from Bristol to visit me.
I know.
What's wrong with that?
Well, I'm just worried that maybe things are going a bit too fast.
Go for it, Maggie.
Well, it's not just me.
There's Sam.
And I haven't a clue how he fits into Graham's plans.
I checked the car and the immediate area.
Everything I found, I booked into the station.
Which, according to your report, was around 4.15pm.
Yeah, the call reporting the crash was logged at 3.50.
Well, that'd be more than enough time
for someone to arrive and make off with a missing case.
Yeah, well, why just one?
Why not all three cases?
Look, when I got there, the boot of the car was open.
There were two cases on the ground, clothes everywhere.
So maybe there was something more valuable in the missing case.
Mr. Reese. Miss Preston.
Sorry for the delay.
They found my case.
We think it was stolen.
Certainly it was gone by the time PC Bradley arrived on the scene.
We know someone got there before me
as we got a telephone call reporting the crash.
Well, did they leave a name?
No.
The missing case, Mr. Reese. Was there anything in it of value?
Yeah, I was on my way to complete a business deal.
A cash transaction.
You were carrying money in the missing case?
Yeah.
How much, Mr. Reese?
£18,000.
This address in Leeds, it's your permanent place of abode?
Yes, but it's a rented flat.
We intended to buy a hotel and move up here to the coast.
- Where? - Whitby.
And how do we contact you?
We are booked into the pub in Aidensfield.
It was only until the car was fixed, but...
We sacrificed everything to save that money.
If your people had got there sooner, this would never have happened.
Thanks to you, our life is now in pieces.
You're forgetting the risk you took carrying that amount of money.
We'll do our best to recover it for you, sir.
I don't want your best.
We want our money back.
Come on, Danny.
We're depending on you, Sergeant.
Ventress, take a closer look into our Mr. Reese, would you?
Right, Sarge.
Mr. Blaketon.
Ah, yes, Mr. Reese.
We spoke on the phone.
And, er, this must be your fiancée.
Yeah, right.
Yes, well, the room's ready.
If you care to follow me.
That's a huge amount of money, Mike.
You've no idea who made off with it?
We think it could have been the anonymous
phone caller who reported the crash.
Alf says he's a male, not young, and has got a local accent.
That narrows it down to a couple of hundred.
Well, he has a conscience.
He didn't have to report the accident.
Yeah, but he's still a thief, Jackie.
What is it?
Well, who's it from?
Well, it says it's from a friend.
I'm to make sure Mrs. Sutton...
Do you remember Mrs. Sutton?
The widow that got burgled last month.
Yeah, she lost her savings.
Yeah, 250 quid in cash.
And here's the full amount.
You're to make sure Mrs. Sutton believes
that it is her own money recovered by you.
That she'd never accept charity.
I wonder if Bernie left it.
Bernie?
Well, he told me that an anonymous donor
had sent him the money to pay off Henry Todd's court fine.
Really? I didn't know that.
Bernie wouldn't have nicked the money from the car, though, would he?
No. No. No, I doubt it.
Though someone somewhere in Aidensfield is playing Robin Hood with him.
Good morning, Michael.
Morning.
Bernie.
You know the money you used to pay off Henry Todd's fine?
Where did it come from?
Why?
Well, you told Jackie it was from an anonymous donor.
- Is that right? - What about it?
Look, a case full of money went missing two days ago.
It was nicked from the car you recovered for us.
You're not accusing me, I hope.
No, I'm not accusing you, Bernie.
I'm just wondering where the money came from. That's all.
The note said it was to keep it confidential.
Have you still got it?
Money came through the post yesterday.
Fred Leeder handed it to me himself.
How much was taken?
Thousands.
Look, if you hear of anyone else receiving money,
you let me know, okay?
I'd, uh, better hold on to this.
Two large sums in cash, both arriving in identical envelopes.
But in Bernie Scripps' case, his came in the post.
All right. Ta.
Reese has got no form, Sarge.
And there's no report of a large sum of money,
either missing or stolen in Leeds, or elsewhere.
Did you check the address?
Yes, it was a rented flat.
They gave the notice in at the beginning of the month.
So that ties in with their moving up here.
Well, it all seems to be in order.
Priority now is to find our Robin Hood.
You and Bellamy stick with it.
Do you know where is Bellamy?
He's still trying to locate eyewitnesses.
He called in, Sarge, to say he was hard at it.
Where were you last night?
Well, I had to work late.
Why? Did you miss me?
Listen, we need to talk about my birthday treat.
I haven't got a clue what to wear.
Well, you'll think of something.
Oh, come on, Phil.
All I need is a little idea of where you're going to take me.
What, and spoil the surprise?
What surprise is that, Bellamy?
Did you find someone helpful in our inquiries?
Erm, no, Sarge.
Nobody living close to the crash site saw anything unusual, and er...
Well, I'm still looking for witnesses.
Oh? By hoping they'll just happen to drop into the Aidensfield Arms?
No, Sarge, I just...
Just leaving, Sarge.
Mr. Reese?
Miss Preston?
We have some news for both of you.
It's a fantastic hotel.
I'm sure.
They specialise in weekend breaks.
First-class service.
You should have spoken to me first.
You said you needed a break.
The same goes for me, so I went ahead and arranged it.
It says here that they don't cater for small children.
No.
So, what do you think I'd do with Sam?
Well, I assumed his regular nanny would stay overnight.
I couldn't leave him.
I seem to have got it wrong again, haven't I?
It was a great thought.
And I really would like us to spend some time away together.
But not without Sam.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
Graham, do you think you could keep an eye on him for a minute?
Yeah, what is it?
Something important I have to do.
I won't be long.
Large amounts of money are beginning to circulate around the area.
It would help us to know for sure that it was yours.
Did you keep a bank record of your withdrawal, Miss Preston?
I can't be sure, and anyway, we closed the account.
Look, we're not interested in where our money came from, Sergeant.
Just where it is now.
The bank may still be able to identify it.
All right.
We'll have a go at finding the withdrawal slip,
so long as you keep looking for who's doling out our money.
On that, you may count, Mr. Reese.
Oh, Phil, Gina's birthday.
- You're in luck. - Why?
The keys to the kingdom.
What?
Mrs. Ventress's niece, Millie.
She and her husband have gone on holiday.
He's an architect. They've got a lovely flat.
Anyway, they've asked me to keep an eye on it for them.
And I can use it.
Here, get in my drift.
- Come in. - Jackie.
Sorry to burst in on you, but it's important you get this.
I've seen one of these before.
It's for Wendy Harper. I'm in court with her this morning.
How did you get this, Maggie?
It was on the step when I went to answer the door.
Well, it says that the money is to make restitution
before her case comes to court.
Poor Wendy.
She must have been desperate to turn to shoplifting.
Well, someone cares enough to help her.
Thanks, Maggie.
This will almost certainly spare her a prison sentence.
What if the casino finds out?
If Fraser gets a whisper, you know what'll happen.
It'll be days before he knows.
Time enough for us to find our money and get lost.
Oh, it's risky, Danny. Well, we can't back out now.
Otherwise, everything goes up in smoke.
And about in Whitby, my uncle won't keep it available for much longer.
Come on, it'll be all right.
Come on.
Wendy Harper, the girl done for repeated shoplifting?
Yes.
Where's the money?
I paid it into court.
It could be evidence in a criminal case.
Yes, but in the meantime,
it prevented a mother with three children from going to prison.
Just think, a bag full of money was nicked from this very car,
and I bet by someone we know.
I reckon the police have got it wrong.
What sort of thief would send money to pay off Henry Todd's fines?
Act of a good Samaritan, is that?
Mr. Scripps, I've found another one.
Another what?
Another £5 note. It was stuffed just under there, under the bumper.
With your luck, I'm surprised you have to bother working.
Yeah, but it doesn't belong to me, like this one.
Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Oh. Yeah, but this belongs to the bloke that owns the car, that Mr. Reese.
We're going to have to give it back to him, Mr. Scripps.
Henry Todd, Mrs. Sutton, and now Wendy Harper.
First two are pensioners, the third a young woman with problems.
I can't see a link, Bradley.
Well, there's got to be one, Sarge.
Clearly our Robin Hood knows these people,
and to the extent that he's familiar with their circumstances.
Hello, Oscar.
Afternoon, lads.
I take it I'm not intruding.
Well, we do have rather a lot on right now, Mr. Blaketon.
Well, that's why I've come here, Sergeant.
To ease your burden, so to speak.
Oh, Mr. Reese, I've got something for you.
I found these.
What makes you think they're mine?
Oh, we found that one there where you crashed the car,
and the other one was stuck under the bumper.
We heard about your loss. We're really sorry.
You're claiming that Reese and Preston were involved in a crime?
Well, I heard enough to convince me they were up to something,
and that the money stolen from Reese's car wasn't his.
But you heard him mention the Metro Casino Club.
Well, not as such, Alf. Just the word casino,
and somebody called Fraser.
Oh, well, that would be James Fraser,
the owner of the Metro Casino Club in Leeds.
He's well known, Sarge.
Not to me. Apparently to you.
Well, it's no secret that I used to dabble in cards
in my reckless days, like.
I often wonder how you came to be you, Ventress.
So, Alf, what do you know about it?
Oh, it's the posh end of the market.
Well, as I understand it, whatever they've done,
the casino won't have any knowledge of it yet.
Well, I think it's about time they found out.
Don't you, Ventress?
Oh, yes, Sarge.
I really appreciate this.
Well, we're not all thieves in Aidensfield, Mr. Reese.
Oh.
So you think someone in Aidensfield stole my money?
Mr. Scripps think it might even be someone we know.
Really?
Er, lived here long, have you, you two?
Oh, all our lives.
So you know all there is to know about everyone here?
I suppose so, yeah.
Look, all I want is my money back.
If the thief is someone you know,
then you have my word that the police will be kept out of it.
And, of course, there's a reward.
Reward? Oh, we heard nothing about a reward.
It's not official yet, but...
If you two help to find my money,
then there's 500 quid in it for you.
Very generous.
Mr. Fraser, we're helping them to recover 18,000 pounds
which was stolen from Mr. Reese's car here in Aidensfield.
A similar sum of money wouldn't have gone missing from your club, would it?
Oh, right.
No, no. No, that's all, thanks.
Thank you. Bye-bye.
Well, Mr. Reese is the head croupier.
Miss Preston is the junior account secretary.
They're meant to be having a few days off.
And are they missing any money?
Fraser denies they were, but it's his. I'll bet on it.
Then why not say so?
Well, a gambling club's mainly a cash trade.
So if he's been skimming the profits and not declaring it to the revenue,
if he makes a claim, he's incriminating himself.
Get out of there, can you, David?
Come on, Fred.
See you, lad.
Thank you.
Hey! We've got another one of these, Mr. Scripps.
Let's have a look. Hey. Hey.
Maybe this time it's me who's a deserving case.
Get more money.
And wouldn't you know it.
Get off me!
Get in!
Gina!
- What's going on? - Just get in touch with Craddock.
I think I've just witnessed a kidnapping.
Consider this a demonstration.
A warning.
That if you steal from me and try to run,
there's no hiding place.
Okay, you've made your point.
I hear you lost my money.
Lifted from your car after it crashed, yes?
Who told you?
You botched it, Danny.
You had your chance and you blew it.
Now I want my money back.
I'm trying. I've even got people looking for it.
Who?
Two locals.
I'll pray that they find it before the police.
Otherwise, I'll be forced to write it off.
And both of you with it.
You get my meaning?
I'm doing everything I can.
Do more.
My final offer.
Find my money and you can both walk away.
You have my word on it.
I'll do my best.
How do I find you?
We'll be close by.
I'll be keeping my eye on you.
And just remember, Danny,
my first fortune came from my talent for collecting bad debt.
It's a pity you failed to get the car number.
It was too far away.
And I'm not in the habit of carrying binoculars 24 hours a day.
So far away, you might have misconstrued what you witnessed?
It seemed to me that Reese and his girlfriend
were forced into that car.
Kidnapped was the word used when reported to us, Mr. Blaketon.
Sarge.
Mr. Reese.
Miss Preston.
We were worried about you.
Worried?
Why?
You were seen being forced into a car.
They must mean Mr. Fraser's car.
Oh, right. That was our ex-employer.
He had urgent business with us.
There's no truth in the report, then?
Would we be stood here if we'd been abducted?
Your employer, Mr. Fraser,
the owner of the Metro Casino Club, Leeds.
Yes, we know you work for them.
Or did.
- You spoke to him? - Yes.
I imagine that's why he called on you so urgently.
It's no crime to walk out of a job.
Depends what you walk away with.
Especially money that's not yours.
He said we stole money from him.
No.
Then he wouldn't, would he? Not to the police.
Especially if the money doesn't officially exist.
If it's skimmed money, so to speak.
Look, Reese. We know the score.
It might be safer for you to talk to us rather than your Mr. Fraser.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- Good morning, Harold. - Good morning, Mr. Bradley.
I didn't know the council had planned public works this week.
Oh, they didn't.
I had a private request to smarten it up.
Come in an envelope with enough money inside
to do the job three times over.
Nice to think someone cared enough to do that.
Hello, Bernie. I haven't seen you in ages.
What brings you out here?
- Can I have a word? - Yes. Come in.
I'll put the kettle on.
Oh, before you do, I've got summat for you.
I was asked to pass this on to you.
Now, don't ask who sent it, because I'm no wiser than you are.
- For me? - Aye. A note came with it.
It said the money was to do what you've most wanted.
Visit George's grave in France.
Someone paying me to visit the Somme. I can't believe it.
Never thought I'd live to see such a day.
You know, I'd only been married a year to my George
before he went off to France, Bernie.
Aye, I know it.
There's George there.
Did you know the first 11 all signed up at the same time?
And all of them, except for Henry Todd,
fell on the first day of battle.
Fine young men.
We'll never see their likes again,
and that's the truth of it.
I still think we should make a run for it.
Jenny, this is the nearest we'll get to big money.
We can't blow it.
I won't let us, not when we're so close.
I've got some good news for you.
- Hiya. - Can't stay, Gina.
I just wanted to let you know we're going to eat in for your birthday treat.
And here is the address.
I get to see your flat at last.
And all you've got to do is turn up on time.
Of course I will.
Good.
I'll keep the police out of it and your friend won't get into trouble.
How will you go about it?
I'll speak to him, Mr. Scripps.
Persuade him to do the right thing.
Oh, well, a good Samaritan always does the right thing.
Right.
Next time with his own money.
Now, is there somewhere quiet we can meet?
And I'll let you have the reward.
Aye. Claude Greengrass's place.
David's keeping an eye on it.
We'll give you directions how to get there and he'll be waiting for you.
I hope so.
If what you say is true, you'll really have earned your money.
Great.
Go and tell Lomax.
Danny's got a lead on the money.
You'd better get in touch with Fraser.
What's the significance of these names?
It connects the people who received money, Sarge.
First World War soldiers such as Henry Todd
or their relatives and widows.
In Wendy Harper's case,
her grandfather was one of the Aidensfield men
who died on the Somme.
Doesn't bring us any closer to the thief, Bradley.
There is another name on the memorial list, Sarge.
Fred Leeder.
His son of the same name is the village postman.
And, er, and then there's this.
If you remember, it was late afternoon
when the money vanished from Reese's car.
The following morning,
that arrived by post at Bernie Scripps's.
Oh, well, it couldn't have been posted. It's way too late.
But it's postmarked.
Oh, yeah, well, that's what I thought.
But if you look closely, it's a fake.
Made out to look like the real thing.
Can we have a word, please, Fred?
What about, Mr. Bradley?
We have a warrant to search your home, Mr. Leeder.
Is it to do with the money?
You admit to stealing it?
Of course I do.
But I've made the point.
You took your time about finding it, didn't you?
You're not a thief, Fred.
So why do it?
Oh, take Henry Todd.
He was there when me father and all his pals died on the Somme.
Gave their all for king and country.
But for what?
The tragedy of war is no excuse for theft, Mr. Leeder.
No one raised a hand to help.
No one cared.
Just broken spirits and damaged lives.
Well, when that money showed up, I decided I would care.
I would help my father's pals and their relatives.
Fed up me, seeing them who gave most, get least in return.
The money, Mr. Leeder.
It's gone.
It was down there.
All yours, David.
How much is there?
Two hundred and fifty.
My partner will pay the same again when you pass the money over.
Oh, you mean Miss Preston?
No. My business partner, Mr. Fraser.
Oh, I don't know him.
Oh, he knows all about you and Mr. Scripps.
This is his money, too.
He'll want to reward you. Personally.
Oh, what do I have to do?
He'll be in the pub in about half an hour.
Ring and tell him that you have his money here.
All of it.
Couldn't you do that?
I can't, David. I've got to go.
Miss Preston's expecting me.
All right.
Now, listen.
It's important that you don't mention I was here.
It'll spoil the surprise for Mr. Fraser, you see.
Oh, is it a surprise?
I'm trusting you, David.
I know you won't let me down.
Oh, you could rely on me, Mr. Reese.
I know I can, David.
I know I can.
Look at you.
Sorry to keep leaving you like this.
Oh, it's not a problem.
Sam and I have come to an understanding.
Oh, what's that?
Well, he'll let me read him a story at night,
providing I do right by him for the holidays.
Always very reasonable, Sam,
as long as you do what he wants.
Oh, I have been.
He kept trying to say so while I was making the booking.
A holiday trip for three, Maggie.
That's you, me and Sam.
A great hotel in a fairytale location and they welcome kids with open arms.
All I've got to do is confirm it.
So what do you say?
Well, I'll try anything once.
Just a minute, David. I'll get him.
Mr. Fraser, it's David Stockwell for you.
Yes?
Speaking.
You have?
Well, that's very good news, Mr. Stockwell.
Well, how do I find you?
Uh-huh.
Stay there.
I'll come straight away.
♪ I never had a penny to my name
♪ I reckon I'll always be the same
♪ A lot of people say I'm through
♪ But I don't care if they do
♪ So what?
♪ I've still got you
Scripps Garage.
Oh, it's you, David.
David Stockwell.
James Fraser.
You have something for me, you said.
- Well, I... oh, yeah. - Thank you.
Well, like I said to Mr. Scripps, it's uh...
full of blank paper.
Is that my money?
Yeah. Well...
No, but it's part of my reward for finding your money.
From Mr. Reese.
From Reese?
Reese was here?
Oh yeah, it was him that told me to phone you.
Why didn't you tell me this when we spoke?
He told me not to.
He said he didn't want to spoil the surprise, like...
When did he leave?
I don't know. It was a while before I phoned you.
Well, where is he?
I don't know.
I think he's with Miss Preston.
Don't play the cretin with me.
Tell me where Reese has gone or I'll have Lomax here rip your heart out.
Do you know what I loathe the most about this situation?
That Reese has reduced me to the same level of gullibility
as an inbred like you.
Afternoon, gentlemen.
Mr. Fraser?
Yes?
We've been looking for you.
Where's Reese?
Good question.
You all right, David?
Yeah, I think so, yeah.
I don't know about Mr. Fraser, though.
Seems to have lost his money again.
A pointless exercise.
I'll be out in hours.
Well, that depends on how co-operative we all are, doesn't it?
I've known hours in custody stretching for days.
I can be co-operative.
I could tell you that Reese is from Whitby.
He's got an uncle there, name of Fletcher.
- Fletcher? - Yes.
And when you find Reese, tell him we have unfinished business.
You leave him to us, Mr. Fraser.
You'll enjoy a freer life that way.
Now, about the missing money.
I understand you wish to claim it as yours.
On reflection, I don't think I do.
Oh, well. Not to worry.
I expect you and the tax inspectors will be able to sort it out between you.
This way, gentlemen.
Fraser's been more helpful than he knows.
Oscar heard Reese mention that he's got an uncle with a boat in Whitby.
I remember. What about it?
Well, it could be Cedric Fletcher.
He runs boats out of Whitby.
Danny.
Waiting for the tide?
Pity you're going to miss it.
So what happens to Reese?
Oh, we're doing him for burglary.
He got it all worked out.
He was off to Spain for the high life on his uncle's boat.
That way, Fraser would never catch up with them.
And what happens to the money?
Reese can't account for it, so it's not his.
Fraser won't claim it for fear of the tax man.
So then what?
It's ownerless money.
If no-one claims it, it goes to charity.
Who knows? Perhaps even a charity supporting the families of our war dead.
I must be on my way.
Good night, gentlemen. See you in the morning.
Mrs. Bradley.
I wonder how Phil's doing.
- Hiya. - Hiya.
Come in. Wow.
Isn't that lovely?
Hey, come on through.
Phil, it's lovely.
I don't know why you didn't want me to see it.
Well, oh, let me.
It's only temporary.
I wasn't sure I could have it until just the other day.
So where have you been living?
Don't ask.
It's a right dump.
I couldn't bear for you to see it.
What's that for?
Because, after all the lies I've had from blokes,
it's nice to be told the truth.
Who are you?
I could ask you the same question, mate.
Yeah, well, I ask first.
We live here.