♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cat meows ] [ Siren wails ] ♪♪ [ Bell rings ] ♪♪ [ Knocking on door ] [ Cat meows ] -♪ There once was a place with my little lovely ♪ ♪ Whey, hey, ho ♪ ♪ And I seek and I search, and I know that I'll find it ♪ ♪ Whey, hey, ho ♪ ♪ I know the wind, she blows ♪ ♪ I know the tides are low ♪ ♪ But you'll find me at the Whitepost ♪ ♪ You'll find me at the Whitepost ♪ [ Indistinct chatter ] [ Laughter ] -Oi, what time do you finish, sweetness?

-You'll be passed out by then, so it don't matter.

I'll bring the bill.

-Five shots of Sambuca.

-Bunch of creeps.

-Anyone would think they've had enough.

-[ Chanting ] Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots!

-Oh, well, lads, sorry, you've missed last orders, I'm afraid.

Tell you what, though.

Bit of local knowledge.

If you take a right out of here, keep going, you come to The Salty Dog, guaranteed lock-in.

-Alright!

-There you go.

You'll leave town, but just do keep going, yeah.

-Cheers, darling.

-Night.

It's in the middle of nowhere.

You can't miss it.

-Salty Dog?

-Hm, they'll be in Herne Bay before they realize I made it up.

-I'm sorry, I shouldn't let them get to me.

-Oh, it's fine.

You're bound to feel fragile at the moment.

-How's she doing?

-She's good.

-You think?

Maybe she shouldn't have come back to work so soon.

-She needs the distraction.

-It's not distraction.

It's denial.

You could've died.

-[ Sighs ] Don't be daft.

-It'll catch up with you, Pearl.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Police radio chatter ] -Just make sure you get all this over here, as well.

-Sir.

[ Camera shutter clicking ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Anonymous 999 call.

Thought it was odd the lights were on.

Now, the house is on the market, owners are abroad, a Mr. and Mrs. Jackson.

-Thank God for nosy neighbors, eh?

-Yeah.

You missed Marcus Devlin.

He's at A&E.

Uniforms found him tied up.

But get this.

He's in a diabetic coma after being force-fed marmalade.

-You making this up?

-It's like something out of "The Godfather."

-Well, I'm not sure the mafia have much business in Whitstable.

-No.

-What was he doing here?

-He's the estate agent.

-There's gonna be a long list of suspects then.

No forced entry?

-No.

-Nothing taken?

-It doesn't look like it.

-What about the CCTV?

-Well, state-of-the-art system, cameras everywhere, but... -But they were switched off.

-Yeah.

So, whatever Marcus Devlin was doing here, he didn't want anyone knowing.

-And whoever tried to kill him was invited in.

♪♪ [ Footsteps approaching ] -I've got a client arriving in a minute.

-Oh, I thought you said you'd stop all this for a while.

-No, I said I'd think about it.

-Mm.

-Yeah, I meant to ask you about these.

Did I make that?

-No, I don't think so.

Where did you find them?

-Vinnie's house.

There's a key for ours and one for somewhere else.

Why is there a key for ours at Vinnie's?

-[ Chuckles ] It's just a spare in case we get locked out.

[ Knock on door ] Mm.

I'll get it.

Jinty, how are you?

-It's Pearl I'm after.

-Here we go.

♪♪ -It was just put through the letterbox, no name, nothing.

£5000, Pearl.

It might be a gift, or it might be a curse.

Do you think I should take it to the police?

-No chance.

-Well, if someone's being generous, then maybe not, but then it could be a scam.

Someone might knock, say they made a mistake, wrong house, and then make out there's £500 missing.

-Who's gone missing?

-She's a bit deaf.

[ Shouting ] Aren't you, Jinty?

-Alright, I'm not deaf.

-You know, it's funny 'cause yesterday somebody told me that Donny Morgan was given a load of money to buy a fishing boat.

-Well, what would you like me to do, Jinty?

-What's that?

-[ Shouting ] What would you like Pearl to do?

-Will you stop shouting, Dolly?

You're like a bloody foghorn over there.

I was just hoping you could find out who did it so I could get it back to them.

Or -- Or -- Or to say thank you.

♪♪ -Well, I'll do my best, Jinty.

-Hearing test?

Yes, I had a test when I got the hearing aid.

-How's your Sidney doing?

-Oh, he's not good, Dolly.

His lungs are shot.

He can't get the breath.

-Here, let -- -I'm all right.

I've got a hearing aid.

I can still walk.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Mum, you've got a visitor.

-Oh.

-Ms. Nolan.

-What are you doing here?

-Yes, I'm fine, thank you, yeah.

-Sorry.

-I'm just checking in.

And I, uh... Well, I just wanted to see how you are.

-I'm good.

You?

-I meant after your near fatal run-in with a drug dealer and all that holding your head underwater business.

-Well, like I said, I'm good.

I'm fine, really.

But thanks for asking.

I appreciate it.

What's all this I heard about Marcus Devlin?

Finally choked on his inflated ego, did he?

-How do you know about that?

-Well, it's Whitstable.

Found unconscious with a mouth full of marmalade.

Artisanal preserve, no less.

-Ongoing investigation, so I can't talk about it.

-Well, it's a classic sex game gone wrong, isn't it?

You know, orange in the mouth, belt round the neck, but didn't have an orange, so marmalade's the next best thing.

-This is a serious incident, you know.

-Well, he's a DFL and an estate agent, so... -DFL, remind me?

-Down From London.

-Oh, yeah, that's it.

-Pratts.

Like you.

Be all right though, won't he?

-Devlin?

Nah.

Stress led to a heart attack in the ambulance.

They've put him in a medically induced coma.

-Oh, I heard it was just a prank.

-Attempted murder.

-Well, I assume you're talking to Joseph Conroy.

He's a builder.

Him and Devlin have been flipping property for years, pricing out locals.

I'm not sure how legit it all is.

-I'll look into it.

-Yeah, you should.

'Cause they've pissed a lot of people off round here.

-And what about you?

Any new cases I need to worry about?

Maybe.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Whenever I use a contractor, the least I expect is that e-mails should be at least acknowledged the same day, Ms. Nolan.

It took you 48 hours to get back to me.

-Sorry.

Last week was busy.

-Uh, shoes off, please.

I've just had the floors done.

Actually, uh, no point.

It's over here you need to see.

Excuse me.

So, the recycling bin is always on the left, the main bin on the right.

When we got down here on Friday afternoon, they were the other way around.

It was Hero who spotted it.

-Is that your dog?

-My son.

[ Dog barking ] -Right.

-It's obviously some kind of intimidatory psychological tactic from a disgruntled local, so I want you to look into it.

I was thinking on a no-win-no-fee basis.

-The floor's all finished, Mrs. Marston.

-Shoes.

-Devlin's mum and dad have been his only visitors, and I've been looking into this Joseph Conroy.

-Anything?

-Conroy built the house we found Devlin in.

Could have kept the key.

And it seems he's won every tender that Devlin's put his way.

-So, he had opportunity, but no motive?

-Every tender until now.

Devlin just gave a full million-pound contract to a new firm in Broadstairs.

-Right, we'll have a word with him after this.

Go on.

Going through Mr. Devlin's phone records, Ms. Hurst, you exchanged two calls with him last night, before the attack.

-Yeah.

I was on a viewing.

He was showing me a house.

He's gonna be okay, isn't he?

-You seem very concerned, Emily.

-Well, yeah, I saw him yesterday, so... -On a viewing.

You're a student at Canterbury Uni, and you work part-time at a takeaway in Tankerton.

-Yeah.

-And you're house hunting?

-I mean, five bedrooms, three en suite, and an asking price of £2.3 million.

Interrupt me anytime you like here.

-I'm studying interior architecture, so I like to go and view high-end properties, get inspiration.

-And what time were you there?

-About 5:00.

Looked around, then went home.

-Who do I ask to confirm that?

-Well, me.

I live alone.

-You do this a lot?

I mean, your number appears a fair bit on his phone.

-He's shown me a few, yeah.

-And he knew you had no intention of buying?

-He likes showing off.

Especially to a young woman.

-And did you see him on other occasions?

Socially or... -No.

-And you never felt threatened, alone, on these viewings?

-I'm a woman.

I feel threatened all the time.

-Mum, why is the restaurant full of pensioners?

Is that Donny Morgan?

-Seems like him and Jinty aren't the only ones.

Oh, I-I put a post on the community Facebook page.

-I've spent it already.

Double glazed the whole house.

-Well, how much did you get?

-I got £5,000.

-So, you got money to get your van repaired, is that right?

-1,500 quid left with the milk.

-And there's your boat, Donny?

-I couldn't believe it.

-An anonymous benefactor?

-See, it says he has to call the boat "Marion" after my dear departed wife.

Well, that's weird, isn't it?

-Yeah, thanks, Mum.

I think I can handle it.

And what about you, Monica?

-Oh, my care home.

I know it's expensive, and my daughter won't tell me how we can afford it.

-It's bad luck to rename a boat.

-And you think someone else is paying?

-I don't know, but maybe.

-And look at Edith Stan.

She and Bill have just come back from the Canaries.

Bill said he won it on the horses, but he's a terrible liar, isn't he?

-Right, so, we've got a secret millionaire in town.

-A what?

-[ Shouting ] A secret millionaire, Jinty.

You need to turn it up a bit.

And listen, I could do with a face-lift.

So, uh, if you find him, give us a shout, yeah?

-Okay, I need to get all these details down, so, uh, why don't you make everyone a cup of tea, yeah?

Right.

♪♪ ♪♪ -You ought to get yourself a gaff like this, boss.

-Nah, not if it doesn't have a fancy trouser press like the one in my hotel room.

How you doing, mate?

-All right.

-We're here to speak to your governor.

-Wait here.

I'll go and get him for you.

♪♪ -Shocking news.

Proper upset when I heard.

-Yeah, I bet you were.

-So, what is it you want?

[ Engine starts, beeping ] -We've just heard -- Can he give us a minute?

-We're on a penalty clause program here, so, no, sorry, mate.

-Tell us about the tender you lost.

-Oh, here we go.

[ Beeping ] -Oi!

Give us a few minutes, yeah?

Okay.

Penalty clause program or not, turn it off.

[ Engine, beeping stops ] -You were saying?

-That Devlin's a right piece of work.

-Meaning?

-He tried to shaft me, so I walked away.

Cut me out the last one, got some Poles in to do it for cost so they could keep in with him.

-Big contract to lose.

-I've plenty of other work, so don't go worrying about me, darling.

-Still, must have pissed you off after all that work he's given you over the years.

♪♪ -I know what you're thinking, but come on.

Why would I try and kill him?

It don't gain me nothing.

-Well, people aren't always in the most rational frame of mind when they do these things, are they?

-Devlin was involved with a lot of dodgy people.

The scum who invest in his developments can drum up millions in a heartbeat.

They're, uh -- well, how do you put it?

-- very organized.

You're sniffing round the wrong tree, mate.

-Where were you last night?

♪♪ -I was in the golf club bar drinking my winnings.

Very good CCTV in there.

We installed it when we did the refurb.

You can carry on, Robbie.

♪♪ [ Engine starts ] Go on, get a move on.

-It's all right, Monica.

I get paid to do this.

-Oh, there's Kane and Dimitri for me.

-Hello.

-Oh, hello again.

-Oh, hi.

Just picking up my nan.

-She's a bit fierce, isn't she?

-My nan?

-No, little Miss Perfect from this morning, Fi Marston.

-Ah, tell me about it.

She wants everything to be done yesterday.

Mind you, she gets me a load of work with all the posh mums.

-Mm.

Can I ask you a question about your nan's care home costs?

-What about them?

-Well, she thinks that a stranger's paying for it.

-Yeah, but she can't find out who it is.

-Oh, you know who it is?

-Me.

It means a 60-hour week, but it's worth it.

She'd hate it if she found out.

She keeps on going on about me and Dimitri buying a flat.

Why do you ask us about that?

-Oh, it seems Whitstable's got some mysterious benefactor, and, uh, Monica thought she was one of the lucky ones.

-Nah, sorry.

-No worries.

Keeping Mum busy.

-[ Chuckles ] Come on, Nana.

-Mum, what you doing with my book?

♪♪ -See you, Monica.

Take care.

-See you later.

♪♪ -All right.

Yeah.

Cheers.

♪♪ -Everything all right?

-We need to speak to Emily Hurst again.

-Right.

♪♪ [ Engine starts ] ♪♪ -Just looking at all this secret millionaire stuff.

What do you know about Jinty's husband?

-Sid?

Poor soul.

He's got asbestosis.

Given him months.

-Do you know where he got it?

-He worked for Conroy, and they reckon there was loads of asbestos when they cleared the old factory site to build the new houses.

No health and safety back then.

-Well, I think there was.

♪♪ -Nice car.

♪♪ [ Doorbell rings ] ♪♪ Why didn't you tell us that you were in a relationship with Devlin?

-What makes you say that?

-We've been in his computer.

The e-mail exchanges.

Ones with the pictures.

-You have no right to look at them.

-When we're investigating attempted murder, we have every right.

So?

-I -- I just...

I didn't think it was relevant.

-Everything is relevant until we decide otherwise, all right?

-How long's it been going on?

-Couple of months.

It's just a bit of fun.

-Oh, for both of you?

It's a nice place you've got here.

Very fancy.

That your car out there?

Student loan and a part-time job at a takeaway?

Come on, Emily.

-Did Devlin pay for all this?

-Marcus liked to treat me.

-Quid pro quo?

-You can't talk to me like that.

-I'm just trying to understand the dynamics of your relationship with him, that's all.

-Well, if he wants to spoil me, then so what?

I'm not gonna refuse.

-Maybe he thought you were taking him for a ride.

Did he start to cut back on the generosity?

No?

You weren't just trying to scare him?

You knew he was a diabetic, made it out to be some kind of game, but it went wrong.

Is that what happened?

-No!

He was fine when I left.

I told you that.

-And I'm just supposed to take your word for that, am I?

♪♪ Something's not right about any of this.

Doing my head in.

-Yeah, I can tell.

Any plans tonight?

-Oh, I don't know.

See what the meal deal at the petrol station is and stare at the wall until I'm less annoyed.

-Think you've been doing that a bit too much recently, boss.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I'll leave these with you, okay?

Twice in one day.

-Petrol station was out of sausage rolls.

♪♪ -How was your skate?

-Really good, yeah.

You're busy tonight.

-Oh, it's Dolly's night off so I'm running the floor.

-Looks like Ruby's doing all the running.

-Hiya.

She doing okay?

-Yeah, brilliant.

I mean, I was worried about her after everything, but I think she's just one of those people, whatever she's doing, she's doing it 100%.

-Even the bad stuff.

-Exactly.

Any, uh, progress on the Marcus Devlin case?

-No, nothing.

God, it's a -- it's a strange one.

No forensics, no leads.

Yeah.

What about you?

Any cheating husbands?

-[ Chuckles ] Well, I've got a second homer who's had her bins interfered with.

-That a euphemism?

-Mm.

And, uh... ...this.

Someone seems to be going round Whitstable secretly giving away thousands.

-What?

-I know.

-Why?

-Well, from what I can see, it seems like a lot of the people who have benefited have been screwed over by Whitstable's gentrification one way or another.

-Was someone making amends?

-Well, I did wonder that.

A few of them are connected to Joseph Conroy and his dad before him.

-No, he doesn't seem the sort.

-No.

And anyway, some of them have got nothing to do with it, like Donny Morgan and his boat.

So it's not a guilty property developer.

-I've just persuaded table 4 to go for a bottle of the '87 Montagne.

-Ooh.

-Oh, Charlie, can you chase up starters with table 8 and tell Chef that table 12 loved the lobster?

-Sure, no problem.

-Thanks.

-Well, Ms. Nolan, you ever fancy a career in C.I.D., don't bother.

-What do you mean?

-I don't think it's a friendly local millionaire.

I reckon you've got a Robin Hood on your hands.

There's Robin.

And he wants the boat called Marion.

-Really?

Do you think?

-Well, I think he wants to leave clues.

Doesn't make him any easier to find but, well, it's kind of an explanation.

-What, he's stealing from the rich?

-Might be.

-I think that deserves a beer, Sherlock.

-Hang on a sec.

[ Bottle opens ] Do you, uh... do you know her?

-Yeah, that's Emily.

It's Conroy's daughter.

-Emily Hurst?

-Yeah.

She took her mum's maiden name after their mud-slinging divorce.

Why you asking?

-No reason.

We spoke to Conroy.

I understand why she'd take her mum's name.

-Mm.

-It's a nice place you've got here.

-Hm.

Yeah, maybe we could do with a few more sausage rolls on the menu.

-Well, always room for improvement.

-Are you not much of a cook?

-Mm, not really, no.

-What about your wife?

-Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

She liked to cook.

She died.

-I'm sorry.

-Me too.

Uh, so, uh, what's -- what's the damage?

-Oh, it's on the house.

-Are you sure?

-Mm-hmm.

Don't tell the boss.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Gulls crying ] [ Footsteps approaching ] ♪♪ -Where you going?

-Hairdressers.

See you later.

[ Door opens ] -No, he won't like his daughter seeing someone like Devlin.

-Well, I hate to rain on your parade, but his alibi is solid.

-Yeah, well, it doesn't mean that he didn't get one of the boys to do it.

-Yeah.

[ Cellphone rings ] -Pearl.

-Was anything taken at the Devlin scene?

-No.

-I was just thinking about your Robin Hood theory, you know, rich folks house, plenty to steal.

-No, I...

I can't help you, sorry.

-Ms. Nolan.

-I've got to go.

-Did you get my e-mail about my friend Abigail's scratched surfboard?

The vintage one they keep down the side of their house.

So, it's not just me.

It's looking like, I don't know, a hate campaign.

-Well, I wouldn't go that far.

-So, chop-chop, Pearl, if you don't mind.

[ Cellphone rings ] Hello?

Yes.

Well, yes, that's what I asked you to do.

-Is he in?

-Uh, wait there, I'll check.

-Nah, nah, nah.

-I found out she was seeing him.

-Must have pissed you off.

-Course it did.

-So what was it then?

Just some kind of warning?

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-Oh, come on, Joseph.

Man like Devlin and your little girl.

-She's a grown woman.

-She's still your daughter.

-Yeah, well, it don't feel like it.

My ex won't speak to me.

Emily won't speak to me.

And if I ever want her to change, I need to not judge her or stop her living her life.

You got kids?

-No.

-Married?

-We're not here to talk about me.

-Oh, I took it all for granted.

Now I just work every hour, go home, watch TV, then back to work.

The minute Emily was born, I worried about her.

That never goes.

-So you'd do anything to protect her?

-If I thought she needed it, then yeah, any father would.

But I respect her.

I don't want her seeing someone like him.

But it's not up to me.

I'm done judging.

It's her life.

-He talks a good game.

-Yeah.

As much as I hate to say it, I believe him.

-Yeah, well, it might be his guilt that's getting him all dewy-eyed.

-Yeah, maybe.

Or maybe we're just missing something.

-Like what?

-Well, motive.

Not just the killing.

I get that Conroy might be a good fit, but why try to kill him in such a weird way?

-Yeah.

-It's too intimate.

-Well, Emily and Devlin were intimate enough.

-Yeah, but unlike her old man, she hasn't got motive.

Who else was Devlin intimate with?

Anyone?

-Well, we checked.

No recent exes, no dating apps, no mysterious texts.

-Well, maybe the crime and the motive aren't directly linked.

-I don't know what you mean.

-Let's go back to the scene.

I want to check something.

[ Siren wails ] ♪♪ [ Sighs ] Something Pearl Nolan said.

-The local busy-body?

You're taking advice from amateurs now?

-Well, what if it was a robbery, hm?

-Well, we checked with the owners.

The valuable stuff is all here.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -That's it.

♪♪ [ Cellphone rings ] -Hello.

So I was right?

-Or it could have been sold after the pictures were taken.

Or the glass might have got broken.

It's a line of enquiry.

-Hm.

I preferred it when I was right.

That's the gallery.

-Houlihans Hardware?

-Hm.

They thought it'd be cool to keep the name.

-Jesus.

-I know.

More DFL smart-arsery.

♪♪ [ Bell jingles ] -Oh, hello.

-Hi.

It's Dimitri, isn't it?

-How can I help?

-What can you tell us about this painting in this picture?

-Oh, it's a Gregory Wolfe print.

We sold it to them.

-How much?

-Uh, it was £8,000 I think.

-So worth stealing?

-No.

Uh, well, what I mean is the Jacksons own a lot of art.

If it was me, I would steal the 30K Lynn Chadwick Maquette or the £90,000 Bruno Munari painting.

-Right.

Thanks for your time.

-No problem.

-That's not Dolly, is it?

-It's an iconic Whitstable image.

Flash and Dolly at the tug-of-war.

-Is that your dad?

-Yep.

-Really?

I did not know that.

-Flash?

-His name was Harry.

♪♪ See ya.

[ Bell jingles ] Bloody hell.

Are our cases linked?

Is my Robin Hood an art thief?

-What, and not take the most valuable artworks?

-Well, only if you know what they're worth.

-Then why not take more?

And then there's a bizarre murder attempt.

How does that fit?

-All right, you made your point.

♪♪ ♪♪ What happened to you?

I thought you went to the hairdressers.

Oh.

[ Chuckles ] I was a week early.

I've got a memory like a sieve these days.

-What?

-Um, Charlie, can you help me set up a table for 12, please?

-Certainly can, Rubes.

-Did you just call me Rubes?

-Yeah.

Do you like it?

-Oh, hello.

-I know it's late, but I just wanted to let you know that we found the Gregory Wolfe print.

-Oh, great.

Where?

-At the house.

-What?

-Wrapped up.

-Well, why was it wrapped up?

-Just back from the framers it looks like.

We're checking with the owners, but... -[ Sighs ] Do you want a beer?

-Yeah, thanks.

Uh, no, actually, uh, something stronger?

-Vodka?

-Perfect.

Suits my mood.

Yeah, if it's any consolation, we're nowhere on the Devlin case.

-Mm.

There you go.

-Thanks.

To dead ends.

-Dead ends.

-Ooh.

[ Clears throat ] Haven't had one of them for years.

-Put hairs on your chest.

-Yeah.

I used to nick it out of the cupboard when I was little.

-And then top it up with water.

-Yep.

Yep.

Forgotten that.

-I've caught Charlie doing that at home.

-Well, at least the next generation are carrying on the tradition.

-[ Chuckles ] -Yeah, used to do it with gin, too.

My poor mum.

She had no idea I was nicking it.

What?

-Well, it looks like vodka.

Until you drink it you've got no way of knowing it's not.

-Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

-Yeah, like the print.

It's lost, then it's found, then it's wrapped up.

Come on, I mean, if I get your application as a private investigator, I'm gonna put it straight in the bin.

-Go on.

-Well, maybe the reason that there's been no significant burglaries and nothing reported stolen is because no one knows anything's missing.

-Like the vodka.

-Exactly, like the vodka.

So maybe the Gregory Wolfe print is a replacement.

-It's a forgery.

-Yeah.

-Are you sure it wasn't just re-framed?

-Well, maybe, but we need to be sure.

-It looks like the original to me.

-Yeah, but the original's a copy anyway, isn't it?

-It's a print.

I wouldn't call it a copy.

It has a distinct quality to the surface from the giclée process.

This has that quality.

-These numbers and the signature, they're in pencil, right?

-Yes.

-Have you got a rubber?

-Oh, so if you rub it out, it's an original.

-Uh, yes, but if you rub off the signature, it's worthless, so please do not try this.

I'm going to get this back in its frame.

No, don't!

Are you crazy?!

-It's a copy.

♪♪ If you were gonna steal a picture from that house, how would you do it?

-I wouldn't go in the front.

It's too visible.

Probably over that fence, round the back.

Why?

-Well, how would you get over?

-Is this your bin woman?

-Shoes off, if you don't mind.

♪♪ I'm glad you brought in the professionals, finally.

-Yeah, we think you might have been robbed.

-Really?

Why would you think that?

-You got a rubber?

-He means a pencil rubber.

They moved the bins so they can get round the back.

They probably know you're not here in the week.

Then they take the print and replace it with a copy.

♪♪ ♪♪ -If that signature was real, it would have rubbed off.

-But there was no break-in.

-Who's got keys?

-Goodness.

Yvonne and Magda, the gardeners, but they're this week.

Tommy Grainger, who does maintenance.

-Anyone else had access to the house?

-Kane Bishop.

He does all the second homers' floors so he can case them, and then his boyfriend knows exactly which prints to take.

-And has a copy.

-Mm-hmm.

Look.

Dimitri must know we're on to them.

-Let's follow them.

They might have a lock-up or something.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I'm worried, Kane.

-It'll be okay.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Stop them.

Arrest them.

-Hang on.

Let's let this play out.

Let's get the car.

♪♪ [ Tires squeal ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -It's not exactly high-speed pursuit, is it?

-It's called surveillance.

♪♪ ♪♪ Nikki.

-Guv, I'm at the hospital with Devlin.

He just told me what happened.

He had a hypoglycemic attack.

He caught them -- -Yeah, two males, 20s, IC1 and IC3.

In pursuit now heading to Ramsgate Harbour.

Send backup.

-Yes, guv.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Look, that's them.

-They must have the prints on a boat somewhere here.

They're making a run for it.

Come.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Right, you go that way.

I'll go this way.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -I only have to call out.

Look, I know it was you stealing the original artwork.

You've got access to all the second homes, and you know when they're empty, and your nan's care-home fees, they're way beyond your means, Kane.

And you've got connections to all the copy-printing people, and you know how to shift the originals.

-You're Whitstable, aren't you?

Like me and my nan.

They come down from London and take what they want and do what they like.

If I stop paying, my nan will get moved to a council home anywhere in Kent.

I can't let that happen.

Sid Stevens, he's doing an honest day's work for Conroy, and it's killing him.

I'm just trying to help a few folks, that's all.

-Look, I get it.

-No one knew.

No one got hurt, and no one could tell the difference.

-But someone did get hurt.

-He wasn't supposed to be there.

We tied him up because he was attacking us.

He was raging, then things started to get all weird.

He was mumbling, saying that he needed sugar.

-It was us who called the ambulance.

We stayed with him till they got there, then we ran.

♪♪ -We were just trying to do something good.

-Kane, get the rope.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

-Let me go.

♪♪ [ Engine starts ] -Turn the engine off.

Out of the boat.

You're nicked.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -All right?

-Hello.

-I just wanted to drop this off for you.

You did good.

-Oh, cheers.

You did good yourself.

Do you want to come in?

I'm having some wine.

-I better not, nah.

Need a clear head get the full SB on our Robin Hoods in the morning.

-Okay.

-Maybe another time.

Can I ask you something?

-Yeah.

-Earlier at the marina, were you gonna let them go?

♪♪ What about Thursday?

-What about it?

-The other time.

-What, like a date?

-Well...

I don't know.

-No, I suppose it wouldn't be on a Thursday, would it?

'Cause that's a school night.

-Yeah.

Is that a yes?

♪♪ All right, well, uh, night.

-See ya.

♪♪ -♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪ ♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪ ♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪ ♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪ ♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪ ♪♪