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Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

I can't open.

No.

I love you, you know.

Morning, what's up?

Run out of petrol.

Any chance of a lift to the nearest filling station?

Yeah, all right, hoping.

Come in, Reed.

Any damage?

No, my lord.

Old district's becoming infested with ne 'er -do -wells.

Once yours is theirs, that seems to be the idea.

It's only the times, sir.

I told Sergeant Craddock he could pull his socks up.

You've reported it already?

Yeah. Why, is there a problem?

I'm not sure, sir.

I found a trace of blood.

Oh, could have been winged, eh?

Well, that'll teach him.

Still. Leave it to me, sir.

I'll do the necessary.

Morning. Morning.

Right.

What's this? An official go -far?

You'd better get yourself busy.

Why? What happened?

Oh, Ashfordly's been bending Craddock's head again.

Are you in yet? Yes, Sarge.

Morning, Sarge.

We've got to Ashfordly Hall. They've had an intruder.

I've read them.

No, he was spotted in the ground before he could get into the house.

So nothing's actually been stolen? Not this time.

But it's enough to start the lair complaining about the tide of petty

lawlessness and never a Bobby in fight.

Go on. What did we expect from one man and his bike?

Customer is always right, Ventress.

Especially when he's the chairman of the bench.

You finished with those crime figures, Bellamy?

I hardly need to remind you that we depend on him and his fellow JTs for our

convictions, of which there have been precious few recently.

Well... Lord Ashfordly's always blowing hot and cold about law and order, Sarge.

Yes, Bellamy.

But it's not your collar he's blowing down.

I want an immediate boost to these figures.

Immediate? How do we do that?

In the time -honoured way of interest.

Go and bag a few motorists.

Excuse me.

What is it now?

I didn't think I could pass without saying thanks for the good time.

Don't mention it.

It was either pulling up or having you stuck on the front of my radiator grill.

I won't.

Be that as it may, in my position as reporter, sub -editor and chief cook and

bottle washer on the Ashfordly Gazette, I'd like to recommend you for our good

Samaritan of the Week spot.

You what?

That's a small feature.

Spotlighting a good deed.

Hold on.

They're named Gringrass, not Gring as they come. You start making out I'm some

sort of angel of murder, they'll all be knocking on my door wanting something

for note.

It's a matter of interest. What do people come knocking on your door for?

A bit of this and that.

Mostly this.

You're the kind of man a village requires, aren't you? Sort of a cross

handyman and a rural sage.

A rural sage?

You like the sound of that? Yeah.

Because I've got this other idea.

The sayings of Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.

Sort of a weekly spot, giving our readers the benefits of your down -to

wisdom. Oh, yeah?

There'd be payment, of course.

Would there? Well, you'd better come in, then, Mr... Austin.

Bill Austin.

Constable Bradley.

Yes, sir.

Ah, come on in, Constable.

Just a moment, Lynn.

Yes, sir?

Would you like a drink, Constable?

No, thank you, I'm fine.

That'll be all, Lynn.

Are you no Reed, my estate manager?

Yes, I do.

I chewed Sergeant Craddock's ear off earlier.

I suspect he said something.

The fact is, this break -in is the sort of criminal behaviour that's becoming

the norm round here.

Well, Sergeant Craddock told me there was no breaking. Don't split hairs,

Constable. He broke into my grounds.

What time is this?

11 .30ish.

What happened?

I looked out the lodge window and saw someone moving about.

So I went outside to see who it was.

Well, go on.

Well, I shouted at him, told him to stop and stand still.

But he just ran off.

So I shouted again, stop or I'll shoot.

Then what?

Well, he didn't stop.

So I fired a warning shot into the air.

And another.

But by then he was over the wall and away.

What? Nurse Bolton's here, Gary. I said no!

You've got to have it seen to.

I'm OK.

Stop being stupid and open the door.

You won't tell me what they are.

How he got them.

The gunshot wound.

That's what I thought.

What happened?

I fell off a wall.

Look, I can clean these up for you, Gary, but that's all.

That's fine.

No, it isn't.

There are fragments of shot embedded in the wounds.

You're going to need hospital treatment.

Hospital? Do you hear?

If I go, can it be kept quiet?

I'm afraid not.

The hospital has a duty to report any injury that's caused by a firearm.

Oh, are you sure about that, Maggie?

Yes. Well, he got in trouble with the police a while back, you see. All right,

Mum. She doesn't want to hear all that.

I've got a suspended sentence hanging over him.

Six months' custody.

Suspended for two years.

If he's found guilty of anything else during that time, he'll go to prison.

Heading for the wall.

Hey.

Have you seen this? What?

No.

So you said he climbed over the wall just about here?

I hear about.

Lord Ashfordly's brought you on a wild goose chase, I reckon.

A weekly column.

That's what he said.

And what qualifications have you got for that clause?

A degree from the University of Arden, Knoxville.

What, first -class honours in budging, pinching and poaching?

Budging? Hey, you ought to be careful what you say to somebody who's got the

power of the press behind them. How do you mean?

Well, we can name them and shame them, you know.

Well, maybe I should do the same to those with an overdrawn bar slate.

Yeah, well, I wanted to have a word with you about that, because I might be able

to do you a bit of a good turn.

Oh? Yeah, let me call them. I could say it's the best pub for miles about.

You've got the finest food, best ales, you know what I mean?

Not really, no.

Well, it's all a question of I scratch your back, you scrub my slate.

Shall we start now?

We'll look into that right away.

Thank you.

Do we know a Gary Tyler?

He's Gladys Tyler's lad.

Yeah, he's a bit of a turd away.

We did him for handling stolen ciggies a while back.

Has he got a file?

Well, he should have, yeah.

What's he done?

Well, I just had Ashfordly Hospital on the phone.

Seems he got himself shot last night.

Seriously? A couple of flesh wounds.

Won't say how he came by them.

Here we go. Gary Plyler.

Let's see.

Caution.

Damaging property.

Breaking into an empty house on the Ashfordly estate.

Making some lead piping.

It's a one -year probation, taking care without consent, handling stolen goods,

six months of spending for two years.

How long ago was that?

Er, well, 14 months back.

You seem to have kept a clean sheet since then. Oh, God, looky.

Well, we'd better find out what this Mr Tyler's been up to.

Then perhaps we can send him away for that six -month rest cure he was

Has Ashfordly calmed down?

Er, yes, Sarge. He apologises for being rude and overbearing.

Oh.

Joke, I assume.

Yes.

What's the story?

Well, his estate manager spotted a male intruder sometime around midnight -ish.

Could he identify him?

No, too dark.

He ordered him to stop where he'd shoot, but he got away.

And did he shoot?

Yes, twice.

Over his head.

Now, the other thing.

Must have given the bloke quite a fright.

And some stray lead, perhaps.

Well, Bradley, you'd better go and have a word with our Mr. Tyler.

and I think of the stuff I've been getting away for naught.

What stuff?

Wisdom, Bernie.

Years and years of accumulated know -how.

Do you know how you're going to pay for this petrol?

I wanted to have a word with you about that. You know you were saying that the

undertaking side of the business wasn't doing all that well. Well, I think I can

do you a bit of good.

Three pounds worth of good in cash.

Forget cash, Bernie. I'm talking about gold dust. Gold dust of publicity.

I can give you a mention in my column every time you fill up my tank.

How does that sound to you?

Sounds like something for nothing. You get something, I get nothing.

Don't chock death. They'll be queuing up for you to bury their nearest and

dearest. I've only got one hearse, Claude.

Well, get another and brace yourself.

Thanks for seeing me at such short notice.

What's the problem?

Well, I treated a young man this morning with gunshot wounds to the back.

I had to send him to hospital, so now the police have got involved.

Right. Well, his mother asked me if I'd ask you to represent him.

But he's the victim, isn't he?

He won't say how it happened.

The thing is, he's got a suspended sentence hanging over him.

I see.

So if he was up to no good, then... Oh, no, he's not an out -and -out villain,

Jackie.

He did go off the rails a bit when his father walked out, but definitely over

the past year he's turned over a new leaf.

And who says so?

His mother?

Well, what would we do without them?

Hello.

Have you done that again, Mr King? Yes, the road jumping at the offer.

Get your chatting gear around that. Don't you worry, son.

You're next. Let's go round to the pet shop.

All right, come on, son. Jump over.

How were you at about 11 .30?

Out.

Out where?

Around.

I was walking the dog.

Did anyone see you? No idea.

Well, can your mother confirm the story?

No, she was in bed asleep.

You could have a word with the dog, though.

Have a look at this.

Go on, have a closer look.

You recognise it? No.

So you don't have a screwdriver like that?

No.

You sure?

I've just said.

What's the point of dragging this out, Tyler? We knew you were there.

And not the first time, either.

Lead piping, wasn't it?

Mrs Bradley, Sarge. Here to represent Mr Tyler.

Are you expecting a solicitor? No.

And I don't need one.

I've done nothing.

I suggest you talk to her before deciding that.

I can handle it myself.

Yes, sir, you say.

But get it wrong and you go to prison. And for what?

That's what I'm saying.

I've kept out of trouble. I'm finished with all that.

I've got a decent job looking ahead. Plans everything.

That will count for nothing if this comes to court. It won't come to that.

Gary, you sustained gunshot wounds to your back the same night an intruder was

shot at Ashfordly Hall.

Who's going to believe it wasn't you?

Suppose it was me.

Just suppose. What's the problem?

Trespassing's no crime, is it?

No, it isn't. Well, then.

But going equipped to Burgle is.

They found a screwdriver. Given your record, that's all they need.

That isn't mine.

I've never seen it before.

That's interesting.

Because Sergeant Craddock says it's got your fingerprints all over it.

How long has it been parked here?

How long have we got?

No time at all. It shouldn't be parked here in the first place.

Oh. It's on a junction.

He always parks here.

Oh, does he now?

He ran out of inkbook in that old banger.

We'd better see if I moved him, Mr Ventress.

I should say so, David.

Better still have you buried it.

Are you going to tell me what you were doing there?

If I tell you, it's between you and me.

Go on.

Lynne, my girlfriend, works for Lord Ashfordly.

I've been to see her.

At 11 .30 at night?

I've been there a couple of times before without being seen.

I take it Lord Ashfordly doesn't approve of late -night callers?

She's not allowed visitors after nine, and then only on certain days.

She'll get the push if you find out.

Especially since it's me.

I was done for nicking lead piping from one of his cottages.

He banned me from stepping foot on the estate again.

Well, so why take the risk?

Couldn't stay away, I suppose.

It's serious between us.

Did she know the risk you were running?

What risk?

I was only trespassing.

All the risk returned.

Well, Garius has got to come forward and tell the police. No.

Leave Lynn out of it.

It was my fault. It's all my fault.

But without her, how can I prove your innocence?

I don't know.

Go on, Sue.

You two see my truck?

Seen it, examined it, booked it.

Booked it? What for?

Taking through the card, Alf.

Out -of -date tax disc, bald tires, unsafe load, missing rear light,

number plate.

There's no need to nitpick. Come on, where is it?

David's driving it round and round the block.

Round and round?

It was illegally parked.

Yeah, we said if he keeps it moving, then we won't take another look at it.

The old ones are always the best, aren't they?

Sorry? My client said Craddock got him to pick up the screwdriver.

Was he no shame?

No comment.

How come you found it, anyway?

What do you mean?

Well, if Ashfordly's manager was showing you the intruder's tracks, why didn't

he find it?

Well, he must have missed it.

It isn't Gary Tyler's?

Yes, so he says.

I believe him.

Good.

Because with his record, he'll need a friend. Now, shall we just leave it at

that? You always say that when you think you've got it all shown up.

Sorry?

Mistake.

Sergeant, have you got a moment?

Do you realise... How many words of wisdom it takes to pay for one gallon of

petrol. I'm sorry, Mr Greengrass, but... Better give me any choice.

I'm mucking about with the wrong person this time.

I'll show them the typewriter that's mightier than the Ford.

Malicious wounding.

I doubt you'll find much sympathy for that, Mrs Bradley.

The person has every right to defend their property.

Not recklessly, they haven't.

Not by shooting at someone who was already running away.

I understand that Mr Reid fired over his head.

Really? I take it Tyler's finally admitted to being the intruder?

No, it was merely a preposition.

Well, don't you mean a threat?

Drop the case.

Or else, I don't think Lord Ashley's going to play those sorts of games.

I'm not playing games, Sergeant.

If my client goes to prison as a result of this trumped -up charge, I shall make

it my mission to get redressed for his injuries.

How many words do you want? It's all right, Mr David.

A thousand, two thousand. How many does it take?

Two thousand?

It don't matter, does it? It's how you get paid by the word.

The more, the merrier.

I'm going to get cracking.

I'm going to miss my deadline.

Your deadline, right?

Yeah. That's the phrase we use, you know, in the press.

There you go. Right.

Go down to the post office and get me a bottle of that rubbing out stuff, will

you? Yeah.

Mrs. Bradley's... Mrs. Bradley's serious about this

countercharge? It would appear so, sir.

Yes, sir. Thank you, Reid. I'll deal with it.

Yes, sir.

I won't have my staff threatened like this, Sergeant.

I appreciate that, sir. Mr. Reid cannot do his job with one hand tied behind his

back. This place will be open house in no time.

Well, naturally, we wouldn't want to pursue it any further.

I should barely well hope not.

Your men aren't exactly thick on the ground, are they?

If you can guarantee security on my estate, I'll stand men down and save the

money. And you know I can't promise that, sir.

The fact remains that a young man has been injured.

And a lesson learnt.

By him and any other lout who wants to break into my property.

Yes, but the problem is he wasn't posing any threat at the time. What?

When Reed fired.

I'm talking legalistically.

You're talking nonsense, Craddock. Anyone breaking in here is asking for a

backside full of buckshot. Yes. A charge against a member of my staff for simply

doing his job would be vexatious to a court and a waste of police time into

bargain.

She's your wife, Bradley. You must have some influence.

You know I can't discuss cases with a Sarge.

Spare me my own lectures, Bradley.

Besides, it wouldn't work anyway.

You're married yourself.

Well, you know what they're like.

They're never looking anyway.

Or would you have thrown out the honeymoon stage?

I don't think we'll have any more trouble.

David. Yes, I just thought I'd check.

Right, thanks, bye.

Hi.

Busy?

Oh, sorry, silly question.

I'm late for course.

What can I do for you, Constable?

Well, I've just come back from Ashfordly Hall.

Oh, yes?

Yes. Lord Ashfordly wasn't too pleased to hear your plan to put his man in the

dock.

I bet he wasn't.

Very unpleased, in fact.

In fact, gracious people, then.

If Craddock sent you here to get me to drop it, the answer's no.

Oh, well, that's up to you.

Thanks.

But just for the record, why are you so determined to upset the chairman of the

bench on behalf of a waster like Gary Tyler?

One, because he's my client, and two, because he's innocent of the charge.

Innocent? Oh, right.

He wasn't there to steal, Mike.

Well, of course not. No, no, no. He was there to change a plug with his

screwdriver. It isn't his.

And despite Craddock's cheap trick, you can't prove it is.

So I wouldn't rely on it in court.

No? No. In fact, it's my guess it was put there for you to find.

What? To incriminate the intruder.

I'm not with you. I think Reid was aware that he'd injured the intruder and knew

it could mean trouble.

It's far more justifiable to shoot at a bona fide burglar than a mere

trespasser. Are you trying to convince me or yourself?

You think a man with as keen an eye as Reid would have gone over the ground and

missed it?

Or maybe I have above average observational skills myself, like, say,

policeman. I didn't mean it like that.

Like what?

That I'd be made a looking idiot? Right, that's your case.

Mike, no, it's... Fine.

Try and make me look a fool in court. I just hope your client's worth it.

the ones that were there.

David, I thought I told you to wind the clock.

I did. Well, it stopped.

How many days have I been in there?

Just the afternoon, really.

Yeah. What are you doing, anyway?

Nothing. Really?

Well, how will you know when you're finished?

I didn't want to disturb you, Mr Greengrass.

Really? How do you expect me to be in there creating when I'm worrying about

out here doing nothing?

Sorry. Yeah, you will be. Well, get on with it.

Whatever it was.

I'll be in the other room.

You said you might be able to do a deal.

I tried.

Nothing doing.

I'll keep trying, of course.

Waste of time with my record, I suppose.

Gary, you must think again about asking Lynne. No.

Ashfordly would never give her a reference.

Without that, he'd struggle to get another job.

Custody isn't very pleasant, Gary.

If Lyn knew, I'm sure she'd want to help you. I don't want anything bad to

happen to her because of me.

I love her.

I've told her.

Now I can show her how much.

I can't make him any sense.

And this girl means a lot to him now, but next week, who knows?

Well, perhaps you could talk to her. We've already had this out.

If I'd just went near her, I'd never see him again.

Is there any way that I could bump into her without anyone knowing?

I don't know.

When I worked at Post Office, I used to see her regular.

She came in every Thursday, first thing, for a grand's pension.

Maybe then... Thank you.

...you'll do what you can.

That's good, can't you?

Hi, David.

Hello. The usual, is it?

Yes, please.

No Claude tonight?

No, he's trying to finish his newspaper thing.

How's he doing?

I don't know what to ask him.

He sent him right funny.

What do you mean?

He keeps banging his head on the typewriter.

Nasty. He said he's suffering from writer's block.

That doesn't sound very good.

I mean, I told him that me mam's elder flower wine might shift it, but he said

he's looking for inspiration, not a laxative.

Say him again.

Er, yes, please.

Hi. You're late.

I was held up at the nick. Sorry. What are you having? No, it's my round.

Sorry, David.

Oh, Mrs Radley.

Mrs Bolton.

Hello, David.

Mr Greengrass, you said that I should have a word if I saw you.

Oh, what's that?

Well, it's about his writing.

He wants to know if you'll check it for him.

Check it?

Yeah, his spelling and the dots and the squiggles and...

Sanctuation. That's right, yeah. He's a bit rusty, he says.

I can imagine.

Oh, you'll get a mention. Everybody else has.

You as well?

Yeah. Yeah, I've been doing the work for two for the whole week. No extra money,

but I've never been in the paper before.

Well, you tell Claude. If he wants to bring it round tomorrow morning, I'll

a look at it. Right, thanks. I'll tell him that.

And a scotch for my better half, I think, Gina.

I'm sorry about today.

No, my fault.

I told Craddock it would be a bad idea to go to your office.

Well, it wasn't personal.

Oh, I keep forgetting.

Here, Gina.

So, er, they didn't say how long.

No, they just said it had to be in my own words.

Well, you've certainly used some that are new to me, Claude.

I think they might want to trim it a bit.

Ah, well, it's just as long as they keep the gist.

Yes, yes, it is rather anti -police, isn't it?

Ah, I wanted saying, didn't it? I mean, that Ashfordly lot, there's some way

between the Gestapo and the KGB.

So you say.

One copper every hundred square miles is more than enough. Not one for every

sheep like now.

I'm Jackie Bradley. I'm Gary's solicitor.

How is he?

You haven't seen him since the incident?

No, I just heard he'd been injured.

I've been worried to death.

Well, he's all right, physically.

Oh, thank you.

Did he ask you to tell me?

No, he doesn't want me to talk to you at all.

Why not?

You know about his suspended sentence?

Yes. Why? He said he could only go to prison if he committed another crime.

As long as I was his girl, he said he never would.

The police are charging Gary with going to Ashfordly Hall equipped to burgle.

But he didn't.

He was there to see me. Well, I know that, but he refuses to drag you into

Look, Lynn, I'm breaking my professional rules by talking to you against Gary's

wishes. Ouch! Gary, wait!

Come on, Lynn.

It isn't her fault. I know that.

Gary, is it true?

What? You could go to prison.

I told you not to do this. Yes, Gary, I'll tell them.

No. You said you loved your job.

I do, but I love you more.

Look, you don't need to do a thing because Mrs Bradley's going to get me

Aren't you?

Aren't you?

Only if the threat of putting Reed in the dock makes them back down.

Reed?

I've asked them to charge him with shooting Gary with intent to injure.

But why?

To give us a bargaining chip in exchange for Gary's freedom, and then you need

never come into it.

Well, I can see that, but why are you talking about Mr Reid when it wasn't him

who fired the gun?

Even though it was dark? It was him.

Well, didn't you see him? No.

I only heard a shout.

What's the difference anyway? You can't prove anything without Lynn.

She'd be in trouble just the same.

I'm not so sure.

Look, nothing's changed. I'll take my chance and that's the end of it.

Yes, it is that urgent.

No, that will be fine. I'll come over now.

I thought you were going to the office today.

I had to see someone in the village.

I know, I saw you.

Oh.

Lynne, what's going on?

Don't ask.

Was she the reason why Gary went to Ashfordly Hall that night?

Mike, I could be in serious trouble if she's brought into this.

Why? Just accept what I say.

I went back to the hall myself.

There are a couple of faint smears on the wall.

Dry blood, possibly.

I think you might have guessed right about the screwdriver.

Yes.

Well, now you've got an innocent motive for Gary being there.

No, I haven't.

He won't let me use her.

Why not?

Because she'd get the sack.

He wants to take all the blame himself. He thinks it'll prove how much he loves

her.

You can be pretty stupid at that age, remember?

So, what are you going to do now?

I'm going to go and see Lord Ashfordly to make a plea for clemency.

Oh, yeah?

And what's plan B?

Blackmail.

This figure all right, then?

All right.

She thought it was the first chapter of her book.

Well, Ben, how long is it?

About 60 quid's worth.

I thought it was a bit too long. She said we ought to drop one or two of the

mansions.

Like who?

Well, we've got enough petrol in the lorry to last us, haven't we? Bernie

couldn't go for about a week.

Oh, no.

No, we need him to repair all those things the police run about.

Yeah, never thought of that.

Well, we've got enough chops and steak to last us for over a month, so Garrett

can definitely wait for a bit.

You could leave out Mr Garrett.

Oh, he's got a right bad temper, is Mr Garrett, and he's got a shop full of

knives and choppers and... Yeah, you've got a point there.

How about the pub?

Don't talk, David.

What about the post office?

Ah, the post office can wait.

And you.

Oh, no, not me, Mr Greengrass. You promised.

I'll put you in next week, David.

No, it's this week that I've been doing all this extra work, or you've just been

sitting there scribbling.

I've not just been scribbling. I'm a sage, aren't I?

Where are you going?

I'm going home. Well, who's going to deliver all that stuff on the lorry?

I don't know. Well, I can't do it. I've got the correcting to do to reach my

deadline. Goodbye, Mr Greengrass.

All right, you muddy apeth.

I'll put you back in, but Garrett will definitely have to be going. If he comes

round here looking for satisfaction, he'll probably finish you up in a meat

and I'll probably finish you up as a black pudding.

Go and fetch a packet of tea.

Mrs Bradley, please, sir. Come in, Mrs Bradley. Please take a seat.

Thank you.

Sergeant Craddock tells me you intend having my estate manager charged.

Yes. It's a bad day, Mrs Bradley, when a man can be hauled up in court simply

for doing his job.

The shooting of Gary Tyler was unwarranted and reckless.

On the contrary, it was entirely the right response.

You know about the prison sentence hanging over my client?

Indeed. That more than makes my point.

So you won't withdraw the complaint?

And what message would that send to others of the same ilk?

Well, I'd say what happened to Gary Tyler was warning enough.

So if you're playing mitigation for the court, Mrs Brando... Lord Ashfordly, if

you put my client in jeopardy, you may find yourself in the same position.

Whatever do you mean?

I have a witness to the shooting.

A witness?

Someone who's willing to swear that it was you who fired the shots, not Mr

What?

Who is this witness?

You'll find out in due course.

Is it true?

This is outrageous.

The witness saw you leave the house and heard you shout.

Mr. Reed was in the lodge, arriving well after the second shot had been fired.

Nonsense. Absolute nonsense.

I think that Mr. Reed found traces of blood, knew there might be

and took it upon himself to save you any embarrassment.

I'd be very careful of persisting with this fiction.

My witness isn't fiction.

And if what I've heard is true, then you and Mr Reed are guilty of perverting

the course of justice.

It evens things up, wouldn't you say?

Equal jeopardy for all.

Who'll be the next in line?

Who'll be the next in line for heartache?

Who'll make the same mistakes I made over you?

Who'll be the next in line?

Who'll be the next to laugh?

Who are you?

Who'll be the next to laugh?

Who'll be the next to watch your love fade?

Are your affections finally fading away?

Sorry, Mr. Greengrass.

Oh, what's up?

Oh, there was an accident in Ashford, Wayne. I got stuck in the traffic.

Oh, don't worry about that.

Well, I was worried about your deadline.

Well, I knew you want the truck.

That's all right. Can I finish?

And I've still got time to spare, look, so just sit down and calm yourself, will

you? What do you mean, time to spare?

Well, look, it's only just gone three.

Oh, it's not?

Well,

the promisor's stopped again.

You what?

Well, he's bragging for it when I come past the church.

I've got to get this... I've got to get it in!

Come on, there's no pain in me!

Get the fire

brigade.

Obviously. What was he doing?

Fifty, give or take.

Fifty miles an hour.

I wouldn't have thought this old growler touched thirty.

Can we do this later? Get out of the cab. I can't. I've got to make an urgent

delivery. Really?

It's a matter of life and death, isn't it? I had a taste of that as I was

her down.

Out.

Has he been drinking?

I don't think so.

There must be a law against driving in those.

We're in a rush. Look.

Give me what you're going to give me and let me get going. Just have a look

round, Phil, and see if he's rectified those faults we found the other day.

What, you can't charge me twice for the same offence. Oh, we're very thorough.

All right.

All right, you'll regret this, Alf.

Here, where are you off to?

Constable Bradley.

Lord Appley.

What can I do for you? If Sergeant Craddock's in, ask him if I might have a

word. Sorry, sir.

Hello. I should look at that. Yeah, it's Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.

No, the rural sage.

That's right.

Have you got a pencil?

Hey.

What's he doing?

Happening's calling his solicitor.

In my opinion...

The police should take a leaf out of the shepherd's book.

Yeah, and employ dogs instead of coppers.

Do you reckon we can do him for leaving the scene of the crime?

Yeah, why not?

And where would we be without the village pub?

Yeah, for example, the Aidensfield Arms.

Where you can get a very fair pint, even though the owner is an ex -copper.

No, no, no, there's plenty more yet. I've only just started.

Yeah. Hello?

Hello?

How?

Have you got any change?

I've been thinking about our conversation yesterday.

Me too.

And I hope I made it crystal clear where my sympathies lie.

Appreciate that, Sergeant.

However, Mrs. Bradley does have the right to use every means at her disposal

get her clients off the hook.

A determined lady.

Quite.

The truth is, this business with young Tyler has left a very sour taste.

Naturally. He lives alone with his mother, I understand.

Yes, I believe so.

Father upped and left.

Can't have been easy for her.

No, I suppose not.

A boy needs someone to look up to, Craddock.

Absolutely. Thing is, I've a mind to drop the whole business.

Drop it?

Yes. What do you think?

Well... What with the injuries he sustained, I reckon Tyler's learned his

lesson.

Maybe so.

And it was certainly a warning to others.

Exactly.

Of course, it would all depend on a withdrawal of the investigation against

chap. With the prison sentence hanging over Tyler, I think he's unlikely to

refuse. That's what I thought.

I'll talk to her right away.

Very good.

As for Mr Reed... Yes?

I trust you'll have a word with him about his futile conduct?

That we simply cannot tolerate the reckless use of firearms, no matter how

provoked? Of course not.

Firing that shotgun into pitch darkness was, quite frankly, the action of a

madman. I'm sure he meant to deter, not injure, Sergeant.

The sky's a big target, sir, and he missed it. Yes, well... From Anne of

experience, it was dim.

Yes. Shockingly dim.

Point made, Sergeant.

Good.

Goodbye, my lord.

You're smiling.

Am I?

I can feel it.

Fancy.

So, are you going to tell me how you got Lord Ashfordly? to back down.

He felt sorry for my client.

Oh, yeah?

I put the squeeze on him. I translated his family motto from the Latin.

Strength and mercy.

Now that is playing dirty.

Well, it seems to work.

Never a truer word than that.

This is all rather sudden.

Yes, sir.

Normally I expect a member of staff to serve their notice.

I know that, sir.

Still, we'll be sorry to lose you.

Thank you, sir.

I've enjoyed my time here.

Everyone's thought highly of your attitude. I think you'll find that

in my reference.

Thank you.

I wish you well.

Goodbye, sir.

A young woman must find life here a bit dull, I suppose.

Perhaps so, sir.

You took your time, didn't you?

Give me three copies.

No, make it four.

I tell you what, I'll have six.

Here, here.

Come on.

Here.

What page is it, Claude? I don't know.

Well, didn't you insist on the front page, Claude?

Well, where is it?

It's right next to the fast -stop righty. Oh, the agony, Anne.

You won't miss it when you've taped me at least half a page.

Oh, it's here, Claude.

Page six, everyone.

A tiny bit of... the bottom.

Sign your book.

Hello, Jeremiah Greengrass, the stain of the week.

Never put off till tomorrow the smile you can give today.

Is that it?

Give me your phone.

It's what gives you phone.

Yeah.

Yes, Father, I saw what you sent, but...

I think there must have been a bit of a misunderstanding.

Oh, I'm sorry you feel like that.

Because we'd quite like to carry on with it and make it a nice little filler.

And you don't even need to come up with a saying.

We've got dozens of them here in a book.

Misunderstanding. Oh, dear.

Still, with all that stuff you put about the police, Claude, it's probably saved

you a heap of trouble.

Nothing like the trouble that Bill Austin's going to be in when I get him.

Cheer up, Claude. You know what they always say.

Never put off till tomorrow.

The smile you can give today.

You're on very thin ice.

Heartbeat, what do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, what... Cause I love chips in my memory.