THE PARTY'S OVER - Part 1

DI Deakin's debriefing the team. Rosie seems to be the only one awake. Rod has his head in his hands and Liz yawns while drinking her coffee. Eddie's not paying attention, but watching Rosie, who glances at him and then deliberately turns away.
"Any questions?" the DI finishes.
"Where are they paracetamol," groans Rod.
"Rosie?" Ed quietly calls as everyone goes off. She shakes her head at him and heads to the door. "Rosie, hang about." She looks at him and walks off.
Rod notices all this. "Obviously I'm not the only one who didn't get enough sleep last night."
"I wouldn't know."

Rosie's wandered to the downstairs corridor, obviously got a lot on her mind. She nearly jumps out of her skin when Matt Boyden congratulates her. "Good result yesterday, Rosie."
"Sarge! Thanks."
"You all right?"
"Fine Sarge. I need somewhere quiet to write up my report. It's bedlam upstairs."
"You can come in here if you like," he offers indicating the Sergeant's office. "Find a space." She accepts.

"Remember, straight in and out. I'm not in the mood for How I Won The War, this morning." Rod must have one hell of a hangover! They meet Maria at the door. She's just on her way to work. Tom gives her a box of chocolates and a bottle of wine to say thank you.
"It's not much considering the inconvenience," says Tom.
"It was no inconvenience," Maria reassures them. She apologises as she has to dash of to work.

"Seen Rosie, George?" asks Eddie.
"Yeah, Sergeant's office." Ed's a bit worried, until he sees that she and Sgt. Boyden are just working quietly in there.
"Rosie, you not working in CID then?"
"No," she says shortly. "Too many distractions."
"But we'll have to compare notes won't we."
"No, we won't" Boyden's probably wondering what's going on between them with all that tension. "Not yet." She tells him that they can do that later.
"Fair enough."
Eddie passes Jim in the corridor.
"What's happening?"
"I'm unloading evidence from Bellman's flat. You couldn't give us a hand could you?"
"Sure. Jim, couldn't do us a little favour when we're finished could you?"
"Suppose so. What?"
"Nothing much. A little phone call, that's all."

Bruce Jolliffe's showing Tom photographs from his naval career. Rod's busy for once, clearing away the equipment. "It's certainly reawakened a few memories having you chaps around the place doing your obbo," Bruce goes on. "I served a few covert ops in my time, till this bloody leg put me out of action."
"Where's that? South Atlantic?" asks Tom.
"Well we're really not supposed to say." Rod suggests to Tom that he help with the steps. Bruce gets up and picks up a folder. "You don't know this chap I suppose?" He shows Tom a photo. "He's been hanging about the last few days, acting suspiciously."
Neither Rod nor Tom recognise the man. "What's he done that's so suspicious?" asks Tom.
Mr Jolliffe tells him how he first saw the guy looking "furtive" and going into an empty house. "There no law against looking furtive, Bruce. Tom, could you get the steps!" Bruce then tells them how Mr Furtive parks his car about a mile away instead of outside the house. "Perhaps he just likes going for walks." Bruce started taking photos of the man after he was skulking around the street. Tom's listening, though Rod's obviously not interested.
"What's in the house?"
"Nothing apart from rubbish and a few empty boxes. Looks like whoever lived there left in a bit of a hurry. You know, repossession or something like that."
"It does seem a bit weird," admits Tom. Rod tells Bruce that they'll keep an eye out for the guy.
"Aren't you going to investigate it?"
"There's really not much we can do," says Rod. "Besides you can't just go around spying on people."
"And what have you been doing for the past week?"
"We have been conducting an authorised surveillance on a known drug sealer. You have been spying on a furtive-looking man. Big difference." However, Rod's comment motivates Tom to check out Mr Jolliffe's suspicions.
"I can't believe you're doing this, Tom. The man's an idiot," says Rod when they get outside. Tom disagrees. "He'd have us in there forever if we let him."
"But it's not going to take forever." Rod decides to make his own way back to the station so he can get on with his report.
"If he'd waited, he'd have heard the full story," Bruce tells Tom after he's caught up. Apparently the man in the photos was in a café the night before, talking to a couple of undesirables. Mr Jolliffe thinks that they may be planning to hold up the bookies. (How did he come to that conclusion?) Tom believes him as there've been several robberies lately. "Your friend Skase doesn't rate me very highly, does he?"
"It's nothing personal. We just have to be very careful who we listen to in this job."

Eddie's rather agitated as he waits by a van. Finally, Rosie comes into the yard. " Where is everybody?" she asks. "Jim Carver said he needed some help."
" Yeah. Jim said what I asked him to say." Rosie immediately begins to go back inside. Ed immediately starts to apologise for the night before. "I'm sorry about last night, okay. I was pissed. I went way over the top. Just talk to me will you, Rosie."
"Get out of my way!"
"Just calm down! Let's just sort this out like adults."
"Go on Eddie, sort it out." Rosie's still upset and angry about it.
Ed seems lost for words for a moment. "Like I said, I'm sorry…"
"Sorry isn't enough. Not after what you did."
"I went too far. I misjudged the situation," he admits.
"Listen, you followed me into a women's locker-room last night and you attacked me. And you only stop because half a dozen people came cluttering up the corridor." Ed doesn't see it like that.
"It's wasn't like that. You're exaggerating."
"Exaggerating? You're lucky you're not in a cell right now waiting for your brief."
"Oh no, I went too far. I hold up my hands to that, but keep things in proportion for God's sake!" Eddie's beginning to worry now. Dave arrives in the yard, and both Eddie and Rosie seem to prefer keeping the conversation private. "We really have to talk this over, Rosie."
"Eddie, the best thing you can do right now is to stay out of my way, because the way I'm feeling…"
He starts to lose his cool. "So the lights have changed from green to red, have they?"
"What?"
"Well I was getting the Go signal on the operation."
"We were in character on the operation."
"And what about in the incident room? We weren't in character then, were we? That was no peck on the cheek you gave me!" Rosie looks shocked and unsure, but still refuses to accept any responsibility. As Dave approaches she walks off.
"You're not fighting already, surely?"
"Don't ask, Dave! Women! They do my head in!"
"Why the long face? She having a wobbler about last night?"
"Something like that."
"Second thoughts?"
"Not exactly." Ed quickly comes up with something on the spot. "She thinks if we don't hold back, the relief will tag her as a fast operator."
"Never mind. You'll win her round in the end, I'm sure."

Tom and Mr Jolliffe are checking out the empty house. There's evidence of someone being there and a clear view of the bookies across the road. "More often than not there's a woman in there on her own serving the punters, banking the takings," Bruce tells Tom.
"Did you get the target's car registration, by ant chance?"
"Yes, it's in the file."
"You've done a good job." As they begin to leave Mr Jolliffe stumbles. He walks with a stick. "Did you hurt the leg in combat?"
"Not quite. Fell down the steps to the officers mess. Smashed the ankle. Ruined the tendons. Served out the rest of my time behind a desk." Tom tells him tat they'll check out the car number and then decide what to do. If necessary, Mr Jolliffe could come to Sunhill to brief CID more thoroughly, which he's rather enthusiastic about.

"I think it's really sweet!" laughs Polly.
"Like saccharin," Vicky adds. Rosie's sitting by herself in the canteen, lost in thought. The others think she's thinking about Ed. "Come on, sugarplum!" she tells Reg.
George asks Dave to wait a minute while he finishes his tea. Dave goes over to talk to Rosie. "Rosie, Eddie was telling me about how you're feeling, and I just want you to know that we're pretty open-minded here. You're not going to get a reputation."
"Piss off!" She gets up and storms out, leaving her radio behind. Dave calls after her but she ignores him.
"What's her problem?" George asks.
"Dunno. But I'd say she needs to lighten up a bit."