"Come on now." "Keep up." "Keep up." "What are we, girl guides?" "What's this, then, Rainford?" "Having a crafty minute?" "No." "A stitch, sir." "A stitch?" "Don't be such a nesh, lad." "Now come on, I said." "You're not in the soft South now." "All right." "Come on." "Quick as you can." "Let's have you showered, dressed, out in 10 minutes." "Please, come on." "Come on." "Sir?" "What is it?" "Rainford?" "Sir?" "Come here." "[Door closes]" "Hetty:" "Well?" "Aw, well, never mind, Geoffrey." "You can always take it again." "Most people fail the first time, you know?" "Only I didn't, Mrs. Wainthropp." "You didn't?" "No." "I passed." "Ha ha ha!" "You f--ha!" "Oh, isn't that wonderful." "Well done, Geoffrey." "Thank you." "Which means I can now give you this from Mr. Wainthropp." "What is it?" "Try opening it." "You'll very likely find out." "Thanks a bunch, Mr. Wainthropp." "He said you'd be thrilled." "[Telephone ringing]" "Wainthropp detective agency." "Peggy, love." "Aw, how are you all?" "Yes." "Oh, it's a bit quiet with Robert away, to be honest." "Mm." "I'd love to." "I've been dying to see the new house." "Tomorrow?" "Well, why not?" "Ha ha!" "I'll let you know which train I'm on." "All right." "Good-bye." "That was Robert's niece Peggy." "She and her husband have just moved back up north." "It's her dad that Mr. Wainthropp has gone to stay with, right?" "That's right, his brother Frank." "Peggy thought I might be at a bit of a loose end." "She's invited me over to see the new house tomorrow." "And are you going?" "Well, you can manage, can't you?" "Of course." "So you're now fully entitled to add your own 4 pennies to that ever-growing traffic jam out there, are you, Geoffrey?" "All I need now, Mrs. Wainthropp, is the wheels." "More than you can afford, Chuck." "Tell me about it." "How much were you thinking of borrowing from the wainthropps?" "2 1/2 grand, but that's for tax and insurance and all." "Oh, well, now, if it's that sort of dosh we're into, tomorrow could be your lucky day." "Because tomorrow, Chuck, there's this car coming in?" "That is to die for." "Well, how you expect your aunt Hetty to help," "I can't imagine." "Pensioner detective." "Come on." "She must know more about these things than we do." "You told her about tom?" "I thought I'd wait till she gets here." "What I wouldn't give to be back in weston." "Doing what, Malcolm?" "Your job is up here now." "I need all this like a hole in the head." "Just when I'm trying to find my feet at a new place." "Oh, I'm sorry-- I really am-- but there's rather more at stake than your good name at work." "Tom." "Tom." "Beans are looking good." "Yeah." "They'll be tall enough to climb up soon, Mr. patten." "You've seen too many pantomimes, son." "What you should really do is talk to them." "You know, they respond well to being chatted up, the beans." "Oh, I'll remember that, Mr. patten, next time they're looking a bit droopy." "Anyway, where has Mr. Wainthropp been these last couple of days?" "No wrong, is there?" "No." "He's down in weston-super-mare at some garden festival with his brother." "They go every year." "I can't imagine anything more boring myself." "It'd be like watching grass grow." "And I can't think of a lot worse things than watching grass grow, young man." "Was it something I said?" "You can see to yourself this morning, can't you, Geoffrey?" "Oh, sure." "What time you be back, do you think?" "Well, it could get late." "I've been asked to stop for tea." "You've not forgotten Janet's coming around with this car today, Mrs. Wainthropp." "No." "She can bring it round tomorrow, can't she?" "What if it goes?" "I should hope it would at that price." "I mean, what if it's snapped up?" "Geoffrey, it's only a secondhand car, not one of the royal fleet." "Not just a car Mrs. Wainthropp, the car, according to Janet." "Oh, but she's in that line of work, isn't she, this Janet?" "What line of work is that?" "Selling fridges to eskimos." "Oh, this is nice." "Sort of place you and Uncle Robert could retire to one of these days." "One of these days, but not just yet, Malcolm, thank you." "Oh, there's young tom." "Peggy:" "Auntie Hetty." "Peggy." "Ohh, ha ha ha!" "How was the train?" "Oh, it stopped at every nook and Hamlet, but apart from that..." "You'll be ready for a cup of coffee, then?" "I am that." "This is it, then, is it?" "Janet:" "Well, don't be put off by the bodywork." "It's what goes on underneath that matters." "What sort of mileage has it done?" "Unimportant." "Honest, these are built to run forever." "Yeah, and by the look of it, this already has." "Look." "Would I sell you a pup?" "I mean, would I?" "Well, it's just that £2,000 is £2,000, Janet." "I don't think I can commit that sort of money, not until Mrs. Wainthropp has seen it." "You've a lovely home, Peggy." "We're very happy with it." "That was tom I saw in the upstairs window, wasn't it?" "Sorry." "He should've come and said hello." "I'll call him down." "Wait, Malcolm." "Look, auntie Hetty." "We have been wanting you to come over and see us." "You know that, but when I rang yesterday, there was an ulterior motive." "Oh?" "Something rather unpleasant happened last week, and as a result, tom has been excluded from school." "Excluded?" "Malcolm:" "She means suspended." "Peggy:" "There's no doubt that it was ecstasy." "Malcolm:" "It's been tested." "So how does he think this ecstasy arrived in his pocket?" "He has no idea." "You haven't noticed anything unusual about his behavior recently?" "Not really." "No." "He was a perfectly normal happy boy, a few problems fitting into a new school like anyone else, but nothing remarkable." "And what did the police have to say?" "The police haven't been involved so far." "Our understanding is that even with ecstasy, the schools try to sort it out internally, particularly if it looks like a one-off incident." "That's why we were hoping you might help, auntie Hetty." "Me?" "Malcolm:" "I understand you're a sort of private detective these days." "That's how I earn my living." "Yes." "Tom is very fond of you, auntie Hetty." "If you could at least talk to him..." "[Knocks on door]" "Hello, tom." "Auntie Hetty." "Are you having a nice time?" "Are you still good at making things?" "Not bad." "Well, have a go at this." "Ha ha ha!" "Oh, isn't this wonderful." "How long have you had it?" "Since my last birthday." "Wicked." "Thanks, auntie Hetty." "Would you mind if I had a go?" "No." "Shall I let you in to a secret?" "Not even your Uncle Robert knows." "I've always wanted to do this." "Sit down there, auntie Hetty." "All right." "Now, which knob?" "It's that one right there." "All right." "Here we go." "Ooh!" "Ha ha!" "How are you settling in at your new school, tom?" "It's all right." "Only all right?" "What are the other boys like, hmm?" "Tom?" "Tom." "Were you given the tablet by a boy at the school?" "They told you." "I knew they would." "Only it was nothing to do with me, auntie Hetty." "Honest, it wasn't." "I've told mum and dad that loads of times, but they don't believe me." "Then they argue about it." "I didn't do anything." "I didn't, honest." "Well?" "What do you think, auntie Hetty?" "I'm not sure what to think." "I can't believe for a minute he'd lie to me, but at the same time, he seems to be holding something back." "So what do you suggest we do about it?" "I'll be honest with you, Peggy." "In any other circumstances, I'd catch the first train home." "Drugs are not my forte, but if he is telling the truth, then he's been fitted up, even if it was a practical joke that went too far, which means that his entire future is at stake." "So if you really do want me to look into it," "I'm more than willing to have a go." "Oh, we'd be delighted, wouldn't we, Malcolm?" "Well, any help would be welcome, but if you don't mind, I'd better be getting off to work, or they'll think I'm taking the whole day off." "See you later." "Good-bye, Malcolm." "What's your first move, then, auntie Hetty?" "In my experience, a visit to the scene of the crime is as good a place to start as any." "[Knocks on door]" "Mrs. Wainthropp, headmaster." "Mrs. Wainthropp." "Mr. cavendish." "Good of you to fit me in at such short notice." "But it's gonna have to be brief, I'm afraid." "Do please sit down." "Thank you." "You're a relative, I gather." "But here in a professional capacity." "A professional capacity?" "My card." "Oh." "I don't think we need the attentions of a private detective, Mrs. Wainthropp." "There's no great mystery about what happened, surely." "An ecstasy tablet was found in the boy's pocket, no doubt about it." "There could be some doubt about how it came to be there." "Tom claims he's no idea, you see?" "They nearly always do." "This sort of thing happens often, does it?" "I was speaking generally, Mrs. Wainthropp." "Is there any other evidence that tom has been involved with drugs?" "There are changes in the boy's mood." "It's a common sign." "He's very quiet and withdrawn." "That's hardly surprising when he's only recently arrived." "I have spoken to the previous school." "Outward-going, confident." "No sign of that here." "Quite the reverse." "I understand the tablet was found by one of your staff." "Mr. watts, our senior p.E. Teacher." "And was that part of a routine inspection for drugs?" "That's not something we find the need for here," "Mrs. Wainthropp." "He acted on a tip-off, then..." "Apparently." "Which came to him from one of the other pupils?" "That's a question that should more properly be put to Mr. watts." "Oh, may I speak to him?" "By all means, but not this afternoon, I'm afraid." "He's over in ormskirk with the athletics team." "When would it be convenient?" "Um..." "Oh, yes." "Tomorrow morning, 10:00?" "Good." "Thank you for your time, Mr. cavendish." "Look here, Mrs. Wainthropp." "What's all this about?" "I'm sorry?" "Let me be candid with you." "Once we'd found ecstasy in young Rainford's pocket," "I had no alternative but to take action." "You must understand the position I'm in." "Hard drugs are illegal." "Strictly speaking, I should involve the police, but that would mean tom could be landed with a criminal record, all for one foolish moment of weakness." "Please believe that I'm on tom's side." "We all are, but it's not in anyone's interest to get this matter out of proportion." "In that case, Mr. cavendish, if the child is innocent, it's in everyone's interest I go ahead and prove it." "[Car approaching]" "Mrs. Wainthropp back yet?" "Afraid not." "[Telephone ringing]" "Hang on." "Now listen." "I'm going to be here longer than expected." "I need a change of clothes, toothbrush, and things." "So if you'd like to make a list..." "Oh, right." "Mm-hmm." "Sorry, Janet." "Looks like we're gonna have to leave it till tomorrow, after all." "Mrs. Wainthropp is staying on." "She wants me to bring some stuff over." "I might end up staying meself." "Over at budleigh bay?" "Yeah." "That's right." "With Mr. Wainthropp's niece." "How were you planning to get there, on that?" "I suppose so." "Only why bother when you can go by car?" "In that?" "Well, why not, if I come with you?" "That way, not only do you get to see how it performs on the road, but you can show Mrs. Wainthropp, as well." "You don't mind?" "Of course not." "Besides, I've got this mate there I haven't seen for eons." "So I'll probably end up staying meself." "I'll pick you up about 6:00." "All right." "Great." "You got him, then?" "Oh, yes." "He'll be over in a couple of hours." "Good." "Anything I can do?" "There's the peas." "Oh, and I hope you don't mind, Peggy, love, but I put in a call to Robert at your dad's while I was at it, see how they were getting on." "And how are they getting on?" "Very well, according to Robert." "Yes." "Well, rather Uncle Robert than me." "That's all I can say." "Oh, your dad is not as bad as that." "Auntie Hetty, when it comes to his onions, my dad has tunnel vision." "He drives Malcolm mad." "I wouldn't care if he ever got anywhere with them." "This must be the tenth time he's entered them for the festival down at weston, and he's still not won anything, not even a booby prize." "Well, you never know." "Perhaps Robert will bring him a bit of luck this time." "We all need a bit of luck." "No feeling quite like it, is there, Geoff?" "Like what?" "Getting behind the wheel of your very first motor." "Hey, I haven't said I'd buy it yet." "You will, though." "I can always tell." "How?" "You've got that look in your eye, Chuck, that all the men get when they fall in love at first sight." "Yeah." "Well, it's good of you to let me come over in it, anyway." "It's like we say in the business-- when you've got one on the hook, never let him off, no matter how much he wriggles." "Oh, that's how you see me, is it?" "Just joking, Chuck." "Just joking." "[Engine popping]" "Um, well, no sweat." "Just give it a good rev." "It's probably just a bit of dirty petrol." "Right." "[Engine revs]" "[Engine stops]" "[Starter cranks]" "[Starter cranks]" "[Starter cranks]" "Still no sign of him?" "I'll have his guts for garters." "[Starter cranks]" ""Goes like a bomb," yeah?" "Well, I did say it needed some work, didn't I?" "Better find a telephone, let Mrs. Wainthropp know what's going on." "You be all right here on your own for a bit?" "Yeah, and if all else fails," "I suppose I got me karate death kick to fall back on." "I'll be as quick as I can." "No news?" "I'm afraid not." "I should've thought on." "It's too far to come on a scooter." "Don't fret." "I'm sure he's the resourceful sort, is young Geoffrey." "Yes." "[Click]" "[Click click click]" "[Switches off tv]" "Perhaps he's run out of petrol." "No." "He filled it up yesterday." "Gave me the receipt." "Do you think we should ring the police?" "It's a bit soon for that." "Well, I think I'll go on up." "I expect it'll all be clearer by morning." "I've put some things out for you, auntie Hetty." "Hope you'll be comfortable." "Thank you." "Good night." "Night-night." "Good night." "Hetty:" "He's a sensible enough lad, you know?" "I'm sure if there'd been anything seriously wrong, he'd have let us know by now." "Peggy:" "Of course he would." "These lads, if they had any idea what a worry they were-- they still wouldn't behave any differently, Peggy." "That's certainly true." "Ha ha ha!" "Anyway, Geoffrey or no Geoffrey," "I better get ready for school." "Janet." "Janet." "Hmm?" "I think you'll have to have another go at that engine." "All right." "Ok." "Mrs. Wainthropp?" "Yes." "The head told me you'd be coming in." "What can I do for you?" "This tablet you found" "I understand you'd been tipped off." "That's right." "Do you mind telling me who by?" "Come on, Mrs. Wainthropp." "I can't do that." "Oh?" "Why not?" "Never be trusted again if we started revealing our sources of information." "This is a serious case, Mr. watts." "Would you say your source was reliable?" "Well, I found the stuff where I'd been told it would be." "You found a single tablet which tom Rainford may or may not have known about." "Doesn't it worry you that somebody somewhere, quite possibly in this school, supplied the drug?" "Mrs. Wainthropp, I don't know what your interest is, but let me tell you one thing." "There are no drugs here." "It's not that kind of place." "Takes someone to come in from outside to change all that." "I've seen it all before, believe me." "Tell me this." "Does the school have a big problem with bullying?" "No more than anywhere else." "Bullying is a fact of life, always has been." "So is murder, Mr. watts." "That doesn't mean we have to put up with it." "Rainford is a known whinger." "Probably finds our northern ways a bit rough, if you know what I mean, after weston-super-mare." "I wouldn't say it was one of our northern ways, Mr. watts, planting drugs on people." "Do you know what the very first thing you learn when you become a teacher, Mrs. Wainthropp, is that nobody, but nobody, has ever done anything?" "It's always, "somebody else did it, sir."" "Quiet, you lot." "And now, unless there's anything else..." "Right." "Into pairs." "Find a piece of apparatus." "Come on now." "Hetty:" "Oh, Mr. cavendish." "Mrs. Wainthropp." "How's it going?" "So far, so good, thank you." "I've thought of something that could be helpful, if you're prepared to sanction it." "Janet:" "Where's Mrs. Wainthropp?" "She shouldn't be too long." "Mrs. Rainford says, "do you want a cup of coffee?"" "Oh, great." "So you've turned up at last, eh, Geoffrey?" "Good morning, Mrs. Wainthropp." "This is Janet." "Janet?" "From the garage." "Hi, Mrs. Wainthropp." "I've heard so much about you from Geoff, I feel like I know you already." "Do you?" "Great little car, eh, Mrs. Wainthropp?" "Wherever did you get to, Geoffrey?" "Oh, he spent the night with me, Mrs. Wainthropp." "I beg your pardon?" "We had this breakdown, you see, out in the wild somewhere." "So we ended up in the back of the car keeping each other warm, didn't we, Geoff?" "Right." "He's got a dead comfortable shoulder, though, for somebody so skinny." "I've got your things, Mrs. Wainthropp." "I'm not sure I'm happy about that arrangement, Geoffrey." "What arrangement?" "Last night out in the wilds of the field." "Don't worry about me, Mrs. Wainthropp." "I know how to behave myself." "It's not you I'm concerned about." "Where's this Janet going, anyway?" "She's off to stay with a mate." "I see." "Well, I better change and get back." "Get back?" "To school, Geoffrey, to start my new job." "Move along." "You're holding up the queue." "Bomber." "Excuse me." "This is the way to the main gate, is it?" "Only I seem to be lost." "Thanks." "Hello." "Hi." "Sorry." "Uh..." "Is Janet Fraser staying here?" "You must be Geoff, private detective." "That's right." "Jan?" "How are you, Geoff?" "Hi." "Geoffrey:" "Uh, I just wanted to leave these with you." "Looks like we'll be staying on a bit." "Oh, right." "Ok." "We do want the car, so if you can get on with those jobs you promised..." "Right." "Yeah." "See you, then." "Yeah." "See you later, Chuck." "Bye." "Tom?" "Tom?" "Tom!" "Who are they?" "No one, just some boys from school." "What do they want?" "Nothing." "Tom." "I told you, nothing." "Why don't you ever believe me?" "What was all that about?" "Good question." "May I be blunt, Malcolm?" "Feel free." "You think tom knew something about that tablet in his pocket, don't you?" "Well, to be honest with you, Hetty," "I don't know what to think." "I mean, yes." "I want to believe him." "Of course I do, but kids these days..." "What's been going on, then?" "I've just caught him smoking with a couple of older boys." "Were these lads wearing black jackets?" "Yes." "They were." "They didn't, by any chance, have a symbol on the back, did they?" "Hmm, one did." "Yes." "Oh, it was hard to tell what it was, but-- an exploding bomb, perhaps?" "Yeah." "Could have been." "As I thought." "[Door opens]" "You know that I'm trying to help you, don't you, tom?" "And you're holding something back, aren't you?" "Do they bully you at school, those boys?" "Well, do they, or don't they?" "They just try it on sometimes, make you do things." "What sort of things?" "Jobs for them." "Jobs?" "Fetchings and that, sometimes just give them things like sweets and stuff, sometimes money." "And if you refuse?" "Things happen to you." "Have you ever refused them anything?" "Only once." "And when you refused them, what did they say?" "Nothing." "When did it happen, before or after the tablet was found?" "Before." "I see." "And he's the leader of the gang, is he, the one with the bomb on the back of his jacket?" "Yeah." "So what's his name?" "Look at me, tom." "Karl..." "Karl ashby, but everybody calls him bomber." "And is it possible that bomber could have put the tablet in your pocket as a punishment?" "Suppose it could have been." "So what did he want with you today?" "Just to tell me." "Tell you what?" "They had heard somebody was snooping around at school." "How did they know?" "They know everything that goes on." "Are bomber and his mates into drugs?" "Selling them, I mean." "How would I know?" "Never done drugs, never." "And you didn't let on you knew about me, I hope." "Of course not." "Good lad." "Everything all right, Mrs. Wainthropp?" "There's something very nasty going on at that school." "I saw a lot of money changing hands." "You mean drugs?" "I can't be sure." "So?" "So I'd say it's high time you started catching up on your education, Geoffrey." "Is that all I get?" "Very bad for you, too many chips." "Well, I'll risk it if you will, grandma." "And less of your lip, young man." "Hop it." "All right." ""Grandma," indeed." "Watts:" "Get the muck out of your mouth, lad." "And the rest of them." "Now come on." "Do I get them back after school, sir?" "One more word out of you, laddie, you'll be getting a lot more than that." "You the new boy?" "A bit old for this place, aren't you?" "Took a year out." "A year out?" "Young offenders institute." "So where you from?" "Addersleigh." "So what you doing over here?" "Had a bit of trouble at the school I was at over there." "Addersleigh comp.?" "Yeah." "Might have been." "So what bother?" "There was this teacher kept giving me grief." "One day, I gave him some." "Rest of the staff didn't like it, said either I went or they did." "What's your name?" "Geoff Shawcross, and you're the one they call bomber, right?" "Who told you that?" "A little bird." "Been making a few inquiries, have you?" "Let's just say, when I start at a new place," "I like to know who the man is." "That's not all I heard, neither." "So what else did you hear?" "That if I wanted something, something a bit stronger than cigs, you're the one to see, right?" "Maybe." "[Bell rings]" "So?" "We'll see." "Mrs. Wainthropp, you don't think all this is just a bit over the top, do you?" "First you, now your assistant." "Mr. cavendish, when I took this case on," "I thought all I was dealing with was a particularly vindictive piece of bullying, but now my assistant and I have every reason to believe that you may have a serious drugs problem developing." "That's a very grave allegation," "Mrs. Wainthropp." "Do you have any evidence?" "Nothing that would stand up in court yet." "Then surely, I've no alternative now but to bring in the police." "Just give me till Friday, and if we still haven't come up with anything concrete, by all mean, call in the drug squad." "Meanwhile, I believe you have a boy here called Karl ashby, better known as bomber." "You surely don't think he's involved with drugs, do you?" "I mean, he has this silly little gang, but he's never been in any sort of trouble that I'd been aware of." "Keen sportsman, in fact." "Now, if it was his brother you were talking about..." "Oh, he has a brother?" "Yes." "Morgan ashby, ex-pupil." "Now, he was a bit of a tearaway." "[Engine starts]" "Change of plan." "I'll see you later." "What happened to you?" "He had a fight with a running truck." "And I lost." "That's Rainford's place." "Well, look at that." "If it isn't our funny new dinner lady." "Who didn't even know him yesterday." "Come on." "Where was he before, this Shawcross?" "Addersleigh comprehensive, he says." "Right." "I'll check that out." "At school tomorrow, this is what you do." "[Ringing]" "Cavendish!" "So?" "There's no Geoff Shawcross registered." "You do surprise me." "What about the other school?" "He left 3 years ago." "Worked in a pizza parlor and a supermarket and then became a private detective." "And now he's after us, is he?" "Let's ask him, shall we?" "Hetty:" "Was anything taken?" "No, but somebody has been rooting through the files." "This one in particular." "Yes. "New intakes."" "Which is where Geoffrey's personal details would be kept if he were a bona fide pupil of the school." "That's right, yes." "[Telephone ringing]" "Tom, it's auntie Hetty." "Is Geoffrey home yet?" "I see." "Well, when he gets home, tell him to stay there, will you?" "I need to talk to him urgently." "Bye." "You really think it's possible he's blown his cover, then?" "I think it has to be a possibility." "If Morgan ashby is involved, you're in trouble." "He can be violent." "I wish you'd told me that before." "I must use your phone again." "Boy:" "Geoff." "Denny." "Hi." "Bomber says that if you're still interested in buying, meet him at Victoria pier." "Where's that?" "I'll show you." "Come on." "Thanks for coming, Malcolm." "What's going on?" "I'll tell you as we go." "In here?" "That's right." "Well, is it safe?" "Not chicken, are you?" "[Pounding on door]" "Oy!" "Geoffrey?" "Tom?" "Are you up there?" "Tom, did Geoffrey come back?" "Yeah." "So did you give him my message?" "I didn't get a chance to." "Why not?" "He went off again before I could." "Went off where?" "Look." "He could be in danger, serious danger." "If you know, tell me." "He went off to Victoria pier with Denny." "Denny?" "One of bomber's mates." "Oh, no." "Bomber?" "What did they say?" "They're sending a car." "Morgan:" "Hi." "Where's bomber?" "Couldn't come." "No sweat, though." "I'm his big brother." "You think we might have something for you, do you?" "That's right." "What sort of gear you looking for?" "What have you got?" "What can you afford?" "Whatever." "Loaded then, aren't we?" "Just got this dad who's a bit careless about where he leaves his wallet." "I like it." "How about a bit of grass?" "Yeah." "You into grass, are you..." "Or just grassing?" "A very dangerous game, grassing, son." "If fact, grassers have been known to get cut." "They know I'm here, you know, the police." "You don't think I'm stupid to come without backup." "So when did you ring them, kid?" "Seeing as we went to so much trouble to make sure you didn't get a chance." "Hetty:" "Geoffrey!" "Don't you lay a finger on that lad, you bully!" "I'm warning you, I've already called the police, and they'll be here any minute." "That's the trouble with coppers, isn't lady?" "There's never one there when you want one." "Aah!" "[Splash]" "Help!" "Help!" "Help!" "That's wonderful news, Uncle Robert." "Brilliant." "What?" "Ha ha ha!" "Yes." "She's fine." "She's just coming." "Uncle Robert." "Oh." "Hello, love." "Well, we're just leaving, actually." "Yes." "Oh, it's a long story." "I'll tell you all about it when I see you." "Ta ta." "Go carefully now." "You'll never believe what's happened, auntie Hetty." "He hasn't gone and won something at last?" "Yes." "Uncle Robert must have brought him luck." "He won best in show." "No!" "Isn't that wonderful." "All ready." "Good." "Playing cricket, tom?" "Yeah." "Mr. watts phoned earlier, said he's a player short for the match this afternoon." "Wicked." "Bye, tom." "Go for it, mate." "Bye, Geoff." "Bye, auntie Hetty." "Good-bye, tom." "Good luck." "Malcolm:" "Into the car, then." "Chop-chop." "Thanks again for everything." "See you again soon." "Good-bye, Malcolm." "Are you all right, Geoffrey?" "You look like a wet weekend." "Oh, it's nothing, Mrs. Wainthropp." "It's private, but I was thinking, could we be in line for a reward for collaring ashby?" "It's not every day we get ourselves a real, live drug baron." "What you'll be in line for is a thick ear, young man, if you ever go off like that on your own again without letting us know." "[Car horn beeps]" "That'll be your taxi." "Well, come on." "Don't just stand there." "Let them know we're on the way." "Geoffrey:" "Yes." "Oh, yes." "Yes." "Well?" "Aren't you gonna try it out for size?" "Ha ha ho!" "So is it all right for you, Chuck?" "Yeah, terrific." "So that was your mate Wayne, then, was it?" "One of me oldest mates." "Yeah." "The big sister I never had." "Sister?" "Yeah." "He wanted to introduce me to his other half--Nigel." "Nice bloke." "Oh..." "Good." "Peggy:" "Good-bye, auntie Hetty." "Take care of yourselves." "And you have a safe journey." "We will." "Janet:" "Hello, Mrs. Wainthropp." "Hello." "Thank you, Janet." "[Chuckles]" "Home, Geoffrey, and don't spare the horses." "Gently, Geoffrey!"