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All right, mate?

So this is where you've been hiding.

Tell him to put his finger out. I haven't got all day.

No, I don't want to hear that.

Just tell him to get it done!

-Good morning, Sergeant Hollins.

-Is it?

Hello, Mrs Tembe.

I... I just wondered whether JJ had been in to see you.

No.

Right. Or his friend, Mr Haslop?

I'm afraid not.

Mrs Tembe, I'm getting the impression that you might

have something to tell me?

Mickey, I'm sorry. There's no way I can get you any more of that gas.

Is that right?

I just can't.

Can't or won't?

Well, I should never have done it in the first place.

I didn't know what it was for.

What did you think we were doing? Going camping?!

So, what's this about?

Money?

-Of course not, Mickey.

-No sweat, mate. It's just business, right?

-I don't care about the money.

-So what, an extra 20 quid each?

-Mate...

-30, that's my lot.

-I just can't do it.

I... I can't.

I'm sorry, Mickey. I really am.

No, I get it.

Fair play.

We'll look elsewhere.

-Thanks, Mickey.

-You take care, yeah?

Argh!

-Argh!

-I don't like the word "can't".

-So, what did you do?

-I was angry.

Furious. I kicked them both out.

-But that's all that they told you?

-I did not want to know.

They would not have told me anyway.

-And you're sure about that?

-I am not in the habit of lying!

-No.

-Especially to the police!

-Of course you're not.

-Thank you.

-But I will still need to speak to JJ.

-I'm sure you do.

I have not seen him since Friday.

-If you do see him...

-I will not!

I have no intention of seeing him again.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Mrs Tembe.

Ow!

Morning.

Hey! I'm here, aren't I?

Well, I'm glad that you have come to your senses at last!

-I wouldn't go that far.

-And what is that supposed to mean?

I haven't made my mind up yet.

Look, just go in there and speak to Sergeant Hollins.

-Oh, just like that?

-Why not? Unless you have something to hide.

Cos where I come from, you don't go around grassing people up,

especially your mates.

-This is a crime.

-Against a bank.

-That is irrelevant.

It's not like they're going to starve, is it?

They want more, they just print it.

-How much did we bail them out for, eh?

-Theft is theft.

-What? Like PPI?

-And what about the damage?

-My heart bleeds(!)

-No, JJ! Somebody was hurt.

I have nothing more to say to you.

He's my mate!

For 30 years!

-Where have you been?!

-Giving Valerie a lift.

-Careful.

-It's taken quite a while.

-That's fine. I'm in now.

Right, I'll be getting on.

-What are you doing?

-Have you seen the time?

-Whoa!

-Sorry, Karen.

-Steady.

-I've held you both up, haven't I?

-No, no.

It's fine. We're here now, aren't we?

-That's the main thing.

-I am so sorry.

-Woo!

-Oh!

-I shouldn't be doing this.

-Think of it as...doing him a favour.

-How's that then?

-Well, the longer he's out there, the more chance they're going to get to him.

-And we're going to find him anyway.

-Yeah, that's up to him, innit, not me.

-OK.

How are you going to feel at work tomorrow if Burt gets wheeled

into A&E, cut to ribbons by those thugs, or worse?

Are you OK with that on your conscience?

What did Winifred tell you?

I let Burt come round to Winifred's house, just for a few hours.

-Why?

-Because he was terrified, wasn't he?

-Of?

-You lot mainly.

-Who else?

-He wouldn't say.

I'm telling you!

But...I do know there's some...bonehead knocking about.

-He did time with Burt. He was in for arson, I think.

-OK.

Where do we find Burt?

I've no idea. He wouldn't tell me.

If you were looking for him, where would you start?

-Somewhere between a pub and a bookies.

-Hm, which ones?

-Trowberry Road, mostly.

-Trowberry Road? Is he that stupid?

He does like a bet, bless him.

How much does he like a bet? Has he got a problem?

How do you think he got himself into this mess?

It's not like he's a bad bloke.

-He wouldn't want to hurt anyone.

-No?

-No.

No way.

But you're right, he can be a bit stupid.

Hm.

-You look a bit better.

-Do I?

Well, to be honest, you couldn't really have looked much worse.

Listen...

I just wanted to say something.

Oh, yeah?

I wanted to say

that...

..I believe you.

-About what?

-You know.

The CFS.

-Is that right?

-And I'm sorry it's taken me so long to say so.

I'm sorry.

LOCK BLEEPS

Hello, Leo.

Sergeant.

Still going, then?

And how can I be of assistance?

Has Burt Haslop been in lately, by any chance?

-Burt...?

-Haslop.

-Lately being...?

-The last few days.

Erm, no. Can't say I've seen him,

-now you come to mention it.

-So you do know him?

-Vaguely.

I understood he was a regular.

-Possibly, but then we do have so many clients.

-Yeah.

So I see.

-Does that work?

-It's a dummy, I'm afraid.

It's a waste of space, then, isn't it?

I'd like to think it deters the criminal element.

If you don't believe me, be my guest.

-If you see him, let me know.

-Is he in some sort of trouble?

Let's just say it's for his own good.

-And it saves me having to come back here again.

-Thank you, Sergeant.

Any time.

MOBILE RINGS

Can I see that number you've just dialled?

-No, sorry. It was a private call.

-Don't be stupid. Phone. Now.

-7244 to Control.

-'Receiving, over.'

Yeah, I'd like you to locate a mobile for me, please.

As quick as possible.

I've always been proud of you, you know?

-Yeah, right(!) Like when?

-That time I came to see you at camp.

It was tipping it down.

I told everyone I had a brother in the army.

Look at me now, eh?

I'm useless.

No, you're not.

I've blown it, haven't I?

I've let you down,

-I've let everyone down.

-You're talking rubbish.

I might as well have just stayed on the estate and slobbed around

-like everyone else.

-Don't even say that.

-It scares me.

-What does?

Everything.

Ever since I had to look after Sierra.

It just really brought it home to me.

It's just one little thing, that's all it takes,

and you and I would both end up back on the Churchill.

But you're all right.

Am I?

You've got...a brilliant job.

It's me that looks up to you.

Yeah, but I'm not like them, am I?

-Why not?

-They've got money, for a start.

Nice big houses, family, friends in the right places.

This place isn't too shabby.

You know what I mean.

I could never afford something like this.

Look at us two.

Try as we like, we're always on the edge.

Mr Haslop!

Burt! Burt!

Burt, don't make me run after you! Burt!

Thanks. I think she's started to calm down a little bit now.

-I don't even know what you're on about!

-Burt Haslop, suspicion of theft.

What am I supposed to have nicked then, eh?

Can you empty your pockets, please?

Tell him, will you, Sarge? I haven't done anything.

Can you check him over? He looks like he's in a bit of a bad way.

-Yeah, of course.

-Oh, aye. Yeah, yeah.

-She can stitch me up first and then you can.

-If you'd like to follow me.

Thank you.

It looks painful.

Right, let's have a look at your lip.

So, I'm guessing that somebody did this to you?

Ah, yeah. Well, it could have been worse.

-And it probably will be.

-I'm sorry?

What do you mean?

When they know that I've been here.

So, who was it?

-You're right. None of my business.

-Argh!

-I'm sorry.

I mean, look at the state of me. I'm the victim here.

I'm sure Sergeant Hollins will listen, if you tell him that.

Yeah, in your unbiased opinion.

I hear you like to gamble.

Me too.

-What about it?

-Well, why don't you weigh up the odds?

I know that's what I would do.

Yeah, well, if it's all the same to you, love,

I think I'll hedge my bets.

-It's not right, is it?

-What isn't?

You having to carry the can all the time for the lot of us.

You're my brother, aren't you?

It's still my fault though, eh?

-What is?

-Oh, come on. I know what you've been thinking.

And...you're right.

-What are you talking about?

-Me sleeping rough.

-When I could have gone to Debs' or Tommo's.

-So, why didn't you, then?

I don't know.

I just thought...

Well, if you didn't believe me, then why would they?

-Then it's more my fault than it is yours.

-No. No.

I should have asked for proper help.

-Not from you.

-Thanks very much(!)

-The army, I mean.

Counselling.

Rehabilitation, all that stuff.

Is that what you're going to do, then?

Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

I'm going to see if they can fix me up with something.

A desk job, anything.

Do you think you'd cope with that?

No idea, have I?

Till I've tried.

We know you supplied the canisters because they've got your

fingerprints all over them.

So why don't you just tell us who you got them for?

Oh, Burt. You know...

..if I were you, and I had your record,

I would start to look out for number one.

Because if you keep shtum, it's not going to look good in court.

Yeah, well, I didn't ask them their names.

I hear that Mickey Kendrick was on your wing in Armgrove.

He was in for arson, wasn't he?

-And?

-Have you seen him? Because as you well know, he is out.

-Not that I know of.

-Not that you know of, that's funny.

-I thought you might have bumped into him.

-No.

-And do you know why, Columbo?

-No. Why?

Because I'm trying to put my past behind me, aren't I?

-Is that right?

-Yeah. It's called rehabilitation.

Have you heard of it?

Why have you been hiding all weekend?

I'm just, you know, keeping myself to myself and that.

You look like you've been in a bit of a car crash.

Yeah, well, maybe I have.

Come on, Burt. What did happen?

Who did it? Come on. Who did it?

No.

-I can't.

-Just tell me and I'll nick them.

-Yeah, well, that's your lot.

Finished. OK? Finished!

BELL RINGS Coming through!

You're a menace on that thing.

I think I'm getting the hang of it now.

-You ran over Mr Mbele earlier.

-Oh, I barely touched him.

Made Heston late. He's been chuntering on all morning.

Oh.

Well, tell you what, when you go out for lunch,

why don't you buy him and Ruhma a cake?

What sort of cake?

Oh, a chocolate eclair, vanilla slice, anything yummy.

And one for yourself, of course. For the trouble.

-And what are you having?

-Oh, I shouldn't. Cream horn.

-Hi.

-Hello. How can I help?

-I need to see someone, please.

-And your name is?

-Rhona Birchall.

And your address?

-12, Lucas Court.

-And what is the nature of your problem?

-I cut my face.

-Ooh! How did you do that?

-What does it matter? I just need someone to look at it.

Back again so soon?

-Yeah. And this time I want the truth.

-About what exactly?

One of your betting slips was found inside Burt's wallet.

It says here you took 50 quid off him on Saturday.

-Well, as I said, we have so many clients.

-Was he with anyone?

Not that I noticed.

-Has anyone been in, trying to find him?

-Like who?

Like...

-Is there really any point in...?

-Do you know who it is?

Don't try and tell me that you don't know Mickey Kendrick.

Well, if that's all, Sergeant...

How long have you had this place, Leo?

-28 years, man and boy.

-28 years.

Wouldn't it be a shame if you had to close it down because

-you were in the nick?

-On what charge?

-Perverting the course of justice, for a start.

-Oh, please!

Then we'll take a look at your books.

Leo, listen to me.

This is serious.

Someone could get killed and that includes Burt,

so you either talk to me here, or I'll take you down the station.

Mickey came in yesterday.

Twice. Looking for Burt.

-And?

-Well, he started throwing his weight around, of course.

-What did you tell him?

-As little as I could.

-Which was?

Well, I may have mentioned Greville Road.

So, Burt's got you to thank for getting beaten up.

-I really didn't have any choice.

-Mm.

Is Burt...OK?

Bit late for that now.

He happens to be a good friend of mine.

He happens to be a good customer of yours.

-Dr Reid, can I have a word?

-Yeah.

See that woman over there? Don't look.

She's got a cut on her face and she won't say how she got it.

She got really narky.

-And?

-There was a young woman at the cashpoint, with dark hair.

-Rob told me.

-How much longer do I have to sit here?

-Um, well, if you'd like to come through now?

-Thank you.

I'm surprised you didn't come in before. It's become infected now.

-Yeah, well.

-I'm afraid it might leave a scar.

You what?

-What about those?

-They're not so bad.

Uh-huh.

-So, how did it happen? Were you knocked down?

-You could say that.

I'm just interested, that's all.

Well, I'm not interested in telling you. OK?

-Did you um...hear about the cashpoint robbery?

-What about it?

-Oh, it was in the news, that's all.

-What's that got to do with me?

Nothing. I was just thinking.

I mean, you can't blame someone, can you,

for grabbing a few notes flying about?

I mean, we'd all be tempted.

Shame, though.

Probably would have been easier just to come forward.

Especially as the bank are now offering

a reward for any information.

Yeah, well, whatever.

Is this really going to leave a scar?

Yes, probably.

Which is why I don't think you should let them get away with it.

Do you?

You know she ran over Mr Mbele's foot? Luckily it was the good one.

Well, I'm sure she didn't mean it.

I have been playing catch up all day.

-Right. We were ten minutes late.

-It was at least 15.

Heston, the poor woman cannot drive. She cannot afford to get

-a cab in every day.

-Why does it have to be us?

-Well, we'll just leave a little bit earlier tomorrow.

-Maybe we should stay here overnight,

-or get her to move in with us until she gets better.

-Hey, Valerie.

Oh, hi, Valerie. Would you, um, like a cup of tea?

I can manage, thank you.

Right.

No.

Go back.

-It's him.

-Are you sure?

He ran straight past me. Him and his mate.

-And would you be prepared to say that in court?

-Course I would!

Look what they've done to me!

OK. We need to take a statement.

And?

-Sorry?

-And what about the reward money?

Hm.

I tell you what I'm going to do.

I am going to give you one more chance to cooperate.

-Is that right?

-I'm afraid so.

I want you to set up a meet with Mickey.

You've got no chance.

And you tell him you've got more gas for him.

-And why would I do that?

-Why?

Because that way you might not end up back in prison with him

for four years.

I can't see that ending very well, can you?

Burt...

I'm offering you a way out here.

Come on.

-Where?

-I have got somewhere in mind, as it happens.

-Oh, hi. Are you OK?

-Mm-hm.

-And Karl?

-I told him I believe him, about the CFS.

-And do you?

-He needed to hear it.

-I imagine he did.

-Anyway, what does it matter?

He's my brother and I love him. That's all that matters.

I'm just going to have to deal with it.

Keep an eye out.

Mickey.

-What's up?

-I just want you to know...

-Where's Burt?

..this wasn't my fault.

What wasn't?

Michael Kendrick...

-You!

-I didn't know they were coming! I swear!

..I'm arresting you on suspicion of robbery. You don't have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you don't mention when questioned something you later rely on

-in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand?

-You're dead! Dead!

Yes, well, thanks very much for that(!)

-My pleasure, believe me.

-You just make sure he doesn't come back!

I'll try my very best, don't you worry.

MOBILE RINGS

Hi, Rob.

'Emma?'

-'Did it all work out?'

-Yeah, it's all done.

-'We're bringing them both in now.'

-Oh, that's great news.

-And did Rhona identify him?

-Yeah, like a shot. Thanks very much.

Have they got them?

I should think that Mrs Tembe will be glad that JJ did his bit.

-'He helped us out a lot.'

-That's great, I'll tell her.

-What?

-OK, all right. Well, thanks for letting me know. Bye.

-Well?

-They've caught the cashpoint robbers.

-They have?

-And JJ is completely in the clear.

Rob said they're very grateful to him.

Right. Well, that is a relief.

-BELL RINGS

-Hey, Valerie.

Do you know? I was thinking, um, we should just

pick you up a bit earlier tomorrow. It seems silly to rush, doesn't it?

Oh, there's no need, thank you. I can manage on my own.

I'm sorry about earlier.

-Hm?

-You know Heston. He doesn't mean it.

Please, don't give it another thought.

-So, what are you going to do?

-I've got a Plan B,

-thanks very much.

-Oh? What sort of Plan B?

Hm.

RINGS BELL

Good news about the robbers.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

I'm sorry it didn't work out with you and JJ.

It's one of those things.

What things?

Well, we all go a bit mad, don't we, sometimes?

Do things we wouldn't normally do.

Do we?

Just got to put it down to experience and move on.

I mean, you've got your mates here, you've got the church, your hobbies.

This is not just about JJ, is it?

This is about me.

Poor little straight-laced Mrs Tembe.

So prim and proper.

We do not want her to live her own life, or to think for herself.

-SURGERY DOOR OPENS

-We just want her to stay the same boring person we are used to.

No.

You are supposed to be a friend.

Sneering and snooping and passing judgment and yes,

JJ can be foolish and reckless and

sometimes he behaves like a child.

But I happen to care about him a great deal!

-Fair enough.

-Whether you like it or not!

Come. Come.

-That is a very bold choice of outfit.

-I'm doing it for charity.

-You know, I haven't stopped thinking about you.

-Oh?

Halt!

So, Dr Sharma,

have you come complete with your brain examining equipment?

Never leave home without it.

-You! You killed my daughter!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down, sir!