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

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss my memory?

to get together sooner or later because the

revolution's here and you know it's mine

You don't see many of these around here.

You won't see many anywhere.

You couldn't possibly give me a lift to the nearest village, could you? I need

to rustle up a tow truck.

I could probably call you one out, save you the trip.

Oh, wonderful.

Delta Alpha 2 -6 to Control.

Come in, Mac.

There's a broken -down vehicle on the upper Morland Road. About a half a mile

from the crossroads. Could you call the garage and get a tow truck sent out?

Driver with vehicle.

Yes, and you're hardly going to miss it. It's a Bentley. Out.

I must say, I didn't expect to be rescued by the local constabulary.

Tim Barnett.

Oh, don't worry. DC Mike Bradley, nice to meet you. Look, I've got to go, but

don't worry, the garage isn't very far, so they won't be long.

Thanks very much.

All straight through the head.

That's pretty neat shooting.

Some focal shootout that moves.

They're not the ones after better cost, though.

Morning.

Sarge said there was something you wanted me to take a look at. I just saw

really so -and -so taking a pop shot at my sheep.

I'd say more like target practice.

And with a high -powered rifle.

You... You're driving me crazy.

What did I do to you?

Mr. Bentley?

It's not just any Bentley.

She's a 1936 Bentley Malinois sports saloon. Once the proud property of a

duchess. So, uh, well, you're the shopper, then? Oh, no.

I bought this wonderful vehicle in terrible condition.

Someone who had no idea what was in his barn. It's taken me nearly two years to

restore her.

This is my first real outing. You might have known something would go wrong.

I hope you know what.

I'm not over -familiar with these old Bensley's. Yeah, I have a fair idea.

But I need to order some parts.

Well, we can certainly do that for you. Come with me.

Target practice?

Something like that. All five animals were shot in the head.

Steve recovered one of the bullets.

Very zealous of you, Crane. I'd say it definitely came from a high -powered

rifle. In that case, you, Ventress and Bellamy can have a trawl through the

of firearm certificates.

Anyone with a rifle registered to them, I want you to pay them a visit.

Sheep may be two a penny around here, but I won't have them used as target

practice.

Do you think that's going to take all three of us, Jack?

I beg your pardon, Crane.

Do you have a more pressing engagement?

Not that.

Well, I could take this to the lipsticks if you want, Tom. Don't tell me you're

short of what to do as well.

Well, look, it's all very well being promoted to CID, but when are they going

give me a proper job?

Well, bureaucratic wheels take time to turn.

You have to be patient.

And in the meantime, all I'm doing is investigating dead sheep.

Is that real, Bentley?

Bentley's fourth saloon. Then you must be either a top or a villain.

Oh, it's in there. Who's he?

Getting a notice of her. Yeah, all mad. That's the other possibility.

It took him six months just to rebuild the chassis. See? I'm a fag case.

And since it's going to take me a couple of days to repair her, I was wondering

if you could fix me up with a room.

Yeah, certainly.

Well, you can give my chassis a once -over any time.

Shh!

I was just passing and... I wondered if you fancied dinner tonight.

Would that be chippy, Chinese, or a knife or napkin?

I'm looking for Dr Merrick.

Do you have an appointment, sir?

Perhaps you'd inform her that James Robson is here.

I'm a former colleague from St Thomas'. I'll see if she's free.

St Thomas'.

London, isn't it?

Yes, indeed.

You'd better come in.

Charming. A little rustic for my taste.

It's very quiet round here.

Don't you miss the hustle and bustle?

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

I phoned, but you never returned my calls.

So in the end, I was obliged to come here in person.

I've got surgery about to start.

Then I'll wait.

Getting the engine re -boarded was a bit of a problem, but then this friend of

mine recommended us chat down in Surrey.

Whenever I talk about cars in here, I get told to shut up.

You're not exactly sex on a bus, are you, Ben?

No offence.

None taken, I'm sure.

Well, you made it, then.

Oh!

Gina, would you get, um, DC Bradley a drink? And his friend, too.

Oh, that's very kind, but, uh, he'll have an orange juice.

Do you know, I'd still be stuck on the moors if it weren't for you. And then

never have discovered this place and its gorgeous landlady.

He's got a silver tongue, this one.

So how's the Bentley?

Oh, it should only take me a couple of days to fix up, once I get the parts.

I'm more of a bike man myself.

No, what do you ride?

Triumph Bonneville.

Excellent machine.

I'm sure he can fix one of those too.

You should pin your ears back, Phil.

You might learn something.

There too, bin lady.

To the shops, Parker.

I need a new fur coat.

Bowie won't, dear lady.

Oh.

Sorry, I was just... Don't worry, David, it's all right.

I tell you what, when she's fixed, you can take her out for a real spin.

Let me guess.

Coughs, colds and sneezes with the odd bit of sciatica thrown in?

Can I make you some tea?

I hope you don't mind.

Of course not.

Oh, Lizzie, you're not cut out to be her country.

Oh, and being a consultant's mistress, the boss of every cheap joke and

innuendo. That's the path to professional satisfaction, is it?

I've missed you so much, you know.

We agreed this was for the best.

Answer me one question.

Are you truly happy?

No.

And neither am I.

Not having you around has really made me take stock of my life.

Okay, so, professionally, I've been very fortunate.

But without the woman I love by my side, what's the point in it all?

I'm not a man given to flowery statements, you know that, but... Well,

do without you, Liz.

It's as simple as that.

I just want you back.

What have you told Helen?

Well, nothing as yet.

I will tell her I'm leaving, I promise you. But I have to consider the

The timing has to be right.

If you'll just come back to London, we can sort this all out.

You've had three years to sort it out.

It's different now. Is it?

Where does Helen think you are?

Oh, there's a medical conference in York. I'm giving a paper tomorrow

How very convenient.

Lizzie, I simply want you back. Yes, on your terms.

I didn't come here with any expectations.

I've even put a room in the local pub, if you don't believe me. That's just you

being clever.

I need you, Lizzie. And what about what I need?

Well, what difference is one more night going to make?

You were always pretty keen before, as far as I recall.

What have you found yourself, eh? Some bucolic local to give you a quick roll

the hay? I see you're as selfish as ever.

Now, if you will excuse me, us poor country GPs have a lot of paperwork.

I was just about to knock on it.

With my help, you could have been a consultant in five years. You're a fool,

Liz. I was, but I'm not anymore.

Fancy a drink?

I'm meeting Dennis.

He won't mind waiting.

What the...

I

don't believe

it. He was just with me.

Some brandy. It'll help.

He came to visit you.

I... He... I worked for Matty Thomas.

He was attending a conference in York.

I don't understand any of this.

He was just with me. How could he get shot?

That's what we're trying to find out. We've got men searching the area,

overlooking the pub now.

It would help us if you could give us a few personal details about him. If you

feel up to it.

We had a row.

I chucked him out.

How could such a terrible thing happen?

We can talk later.

No, no, I won't. I'll get you more brandy.

His name is James Robson, consultant with a paedic surgeon.

I was his senior house officer at St Thomas'. I was also his mistress for

years. That's why he was here. He wanted me to go back.

We're going to have to contact his wife.

But she knows nothing of the affair and there's two children.

Are you sure she knows nothing? He couldn't bring himself to tell her.

why we split up and I came here.

Could you think of anyone who'd like to see him dead?

Good to see you again, Dennis.

And you, sir.

I thought you could set up the incident room in here.

Went to the post -mortem first thing.

Single shot to the head.

I'm sure Bradley told you about the sheep.

Yes.

I've asked politics to compare the bullets.

Bradley and another constable were only yards away when it happened.

Could he have been aiming at them?

It's possible.

Except it was a very clean shot, which suggests that Robson was the intended

target. So who are we looking at, the wife, the ex -mother?

Dr Merrick has an alibi for the time of the shooting.

With your girlfriend, I gather.

Jenny works for Dr Merrick.

As for Mrs Robson's alibi...

I spoke to her in London shortly after the interview.

She's arriving by the afternoon train.

She sounded totally devastated to me.

Milk and two sugars, if I remember rightly, sir.

Nice. Good timing, veteran.

I was in the pub, as you know.

David, where were you when this chap got shot?

Oh, I don't know. Did you hear a shot?

Yeah, we both heard it.

What were we doing? Yeah, we were here, just sort of looking her over, having a

chat. Yeah, that's right.

To be quite frank, I don't think either of us realised what it was at the time.

It sounded more like a car backfiring to me.

Yeah, it was a bit like a car.

Right. Well, thanks.

You fancy a jar next round?

Well, by the time I've questioned the rest of the village, I think I've had

more than one.

Mrs Robson.

PC Ventress.

You're the one I spoke to? That was my sergeant.

I don't really understand how it happened.

Was my husband in an accident?

Let's get you to the station.

They'll explain it all to you.

Bradley? You better have a look at this, sir.

There's been scorching over there where the muzzle flash went through.

Sharp eyes, Bradley. And the bracken's been flattened, so I reckon he puts a

coat down or something to lay on, sets up his rifle, and then waits for his

target.

If he made a shot from this range, and at night, he's quite a marksman.

It's just lucky he didn't hit Phil or me.

How? Was it an accident?

We don't think so.

I understand you know Dr. Merrick.

She's here.

Liz, yes.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Robson.

I don't understand any of it.

Well, how can he be dead?

Why?

Don't worry about that now.

What am I going to do?

Let me give you a sedative.

I need to find somewhere to stay.

We can put you up in a local hotel or... I've got a spare room. You can stay

with me.

Oh, thank you, Liz. Thank you.

We can talk later.

I'm afraid there will be some formality.

Well, what do you make of that?

Do you think she knew about the affair?

Certainly doesn't look like it.

So where does that leave us?

Looking for a needle in a haystack.

There you go.

So is it really true about him being Dr Merrick's mother?

With a formal colleague, that's all I know.

Oh, come on, Jane.

Well, that's them.

Oh, have you caught anyone yet?

Oh, give us a chance.

Yeah, just spent a half of the afternoon watching forensics.

picking bullets out of sheep's brains.

I don't think we really want to know that, Phil.

Oh, we're here to collect all the stuff from Robinson's room.

Oh, that won't be too hard.

He never even unpacked his bag.

Well, I'd never have imagined such goings -on in a sleepy little village

this. Oh, not that sleepy.

Should dick around a while.

Maybe I will.

Yeah, do us all a favour.

Sorry, I didn't mean to give offence.

Not much.

Are you and Gina... Oh, look, I'm sorry, I didn't realise.

That's because there's nothing to realise.

Some people are just extremely childish.

What about the conference?

Someone should call him. I've already done it.

He said he'd pop in and see you if you had the time.

I wish he hadn't.

You were important to him, Liz.

He was very well regarded.

You thought you were wasted, a country GP.

I was never cut out for the politics of a big London teaching hospital.

I know how much you meant to him.

I'll go and make some hot milk.

That might help you sleep.

Any luck?

Not so far.

The station's practically taken over by CID.

Poor thing.

Why don't you come back to mine and I'll cook you some dinner?

Best offer I've had all day.

Thanks, Gina.

Come on, Phil, we've got to go.

I'm sorry.

Just go on. No, well, we'd get, like, an old one like that Mr Barnett.

What are you going on about?

Well, and I could get one of those, like, chauffeur's uniforms with the peak

and everything. We could hire it out for weddings and all sorts. You know,

you're showing worrying signs of turning into another Vernon.

Am I?

Oh, she sees, innit?

She's supposed to need to go to flash camp.

I thought it was over between you two ages ago.

Yeah, well...

Yeah, look, see you tomorrow, mate.

Mike!

Bill!

Come here. Bill!

Get back inside!

All of you, get back!

It's just my arm. It's not my arm.

Shot came from somewhere over there.

We've got to go take a look.

Be very careful, Mike.

Don't give him another target.

And wait for...

Can you believe it?

The guy has the nerve to come back to the same place the next night.

Mike.

That cartridge? Yep.

It's a 7 .62 NATO.

I'd say this came from a British Army sniper rifle.

Thanks. You're lucky it was superficial.

The bullet must just have grazed him.

Hey. I'm all right.

Really, I'm all right.

Looks very much like there's a nutter on the loose, and he fancies his chances

at shooting police officers.

In fact, his first victim may have been a mistake.

The questions we have to ask are, is he a stranger, in which case why

Aidensfield, or is he local?

He's certainly a skilled marksman, probably been in the army, and likely to

a grudge against the police.

So, roadblocks?

Door -to -door inquiries. I want no stone left unturned.

Sergeant, I want your lads to concentrate on local families with

connections. We've already been checking that, sir. There are about a dozen. So

find me someone amongst them with a chip on his shoulder. And who can shoot?

Morning, Nathaniel.

Can we have a word?

If you must.

What's young Frank doing these days?

Is he still in the army?

It's an unpronounceable name in Germany.

Is that him?

Aye.

What's the trophy for?

Marksmanship. He was top of his class.

Does he get much leave, Nathaniel? He doesn't bother to visit me if he does.

Don't you even want to know why we're interested?

Not particularly.

You coppers come nosing round, usually means trouble.

Is that what Frankly off to?

He doesn't like the police.

I met Frankly on a couple of times when he was a kid. He was a tearaway, right

enough, but mainly petty stuff.

Well, still, could have been enough to give him a grudge against the police.

The army was the making of the lad, and I've seen it since.

There's no way he'd have turned into the nutter that we're looking for.

You quite sure about that, Arthur?

This lad's in catering. He hardly gets to pick up a rifle, according to his

The Jackson boys in Hong Kong.

Have you told him about Frank Cleghorn?

I was just getting to him.

I've just been on the phone to the Ministry of Defence. Frank Cleghorn was

dishonourably discharged from the army two months ago.

Mr. Cleggorn. You lot, you never give up, do you?

You never leave anybody in peace.

It'll be easier if you just tell us. Why?

Who for?

Come on, Mr. Cleggorn, we've got a warrant to search.

Just don't let out me pigs, otherwise there'll be you lot chasing them. All

right. Lads, we know Frank left the army two months ago. Where is he? How should

I know?

He went to London. He's not been here.

Sir, over here.

A Harley Davidson.

That's a very nice bike, Mr. Cleggle.

I really don't think it's quite your style, is it?

No, it isn't.

Tell the children I'll be back as soon as I can.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Bye. Can I make you some toast?

Oh, I'm really not that hungry.

I don't think I've slept a wink.

It will get easier.

I don't see how.

I'm no good on my own. I always seem to end up in such a mess.

James always... Come on, Helen, you just have to get through this.

How? All the financial things, paying bills.

James did all that. What about your family?

Surely they can help you.

My sister's got three children of her own.

My brother's always away.

James will have appointed an executor. Do you have any idea who that might be?

No.

Oh, it's all so awful.

I don't even begin to see how I'll manage. People do. They have to.

You've got a nanny. You've got money.

I'm sure he had plenty of life insurance.

You think he'd have been far happier with you, don't you?

What do you mean?

A man like him, he needed to have affairs. I understood that.

I was very glad when it was someone like you.

I suppose some women are more suited to being wives, and others who go in for

careers, like you, are better as mistresses.

I didn't realise you knew.

Jamie and I had a few secrets.

Oh, don't look so worried, Liz. I'm really not upset about it.

I always wanted us to be friends.

I have to go. I have a number of house calls.

See you later then.

I'll try to stop being quite sympathetic.

Well, that's great, David. Thank you.

Jean and Eddie, they're over for you.

She must really fancy you.

Do you know something, Susie?

I've only got eyes for you.

I've met your type before, not to be trusted.

Well, it's empty over there, is it? Oh, regular's, yeah, but it's full of

coppers. That's it, Lance. Stop ringing.

What are they doing?

Searching me.

Waiting for the next person to get shot, I suppose.

I missed the last one. I was down in the cellar changing the barrel.

Hey, it's dead exciting, though, isn't it?

The Aidensfield sniper.

A fella rung up from the newspaper this morning. He wants to take a picture of

me and Dina.

He's going to be famous.

I'm going to be careful you don't get shot.

I wouldn't mind in there, miss. At least everyone makes the right fuss with you.

Eat up and bring back the plate.

She's a nice girl.

You should ask her out, David.

Oh, me?

Oh,

no.

You're not helping that lad of yours, you know. I'll be the judge of that.

But what it's worth, I don't think he's capable of that.

You were gapped at us, though.

You've got to look at that old picture, Nathaniel.

Your lad was booted out of the army about two months ago.

The worst day's work he ever did.

I told him that.

We're going to find him.

And the longer it takes, the worse it's going to look.

Smuggling bloody cigarettes, that's what they discharged him for.

But you don't go from smuggling cigarettes to shooting folk. I know

Keep, sir.

He's got another little scheme just at the minute.

You'd best tell me about that.

The Ashfordly estate?

He's out there poaching his lordship's deer.

He's got some deal with a posh retail outlet down south. He supplies them with

prime venison. Just a few carcasses a month so they don't get noticed.

What do you mean?

Come on, Parker.

Let's take a quick spin.

This is Detective Inspector Shiner.

I understand Lord Asperley's away.

Lord Shepard instructed me to cooperate fully.

Well, it's pretty simple, really.

There's a man after your dear, and we're after the man.

I expect that there's a polter for a while.

On a state this size, loss of a few days are to control.

We're almost on the herd now, just through this clearing.

If he's here, we'll have him.

Sir, over here!

There he is!

Go easy, pal.

Are you Frank Cleggorn? Are you Guy the Gorilla? Come here.

Come here.

Edensfield. I haven't been there in a week or more.

Where have you been?

What is this about?

Okay, so post a few deer.

But why the heavy brigade?

This is a murder inquiry.

You've got the wrong man, pal.

You haven't even heard there's been two shootings?

No.

One man has been shot dead and a police officer injured.

Well, there wasn't me. Well, whoever it was was a pretty skilled marksman.

No.

Just because the army told me to shoot doesn't make me a killer.

The army also chucked you out, didn't it, Frank?

Dishonourable discharge.

That must have rankled.

You're not too keen on me and my colleagues, either, are you?

I don't believe you.

I want us to look at the... Good day's work, lads.

Drinks are on me.

Sir.

Don't you think his reaction was a bit odd?

In what way?

Well, his comment when we nicked him and just now.

He genuinely believed we brought him in for preaching.

Mike, this is not an ordinary crime.

He's not an ordinary criminal. He's a military man.

He wouldn't have embarked on something like this without making sure he laid

down a very clear cover for himself.

So, his cover is poacher.

Probably believes it himself.

Well, yeah, I know, but it just doesn't feel... Of course, he's going to swear

blind he doesn't know what we're talking about. I'd be surprised if he didn't.

But once we get the ballistics report, we'll see him change his tune.

In your coat, sir.

Alf,

do you still think they're barking up the wrong tree?

Well, the only thing that interested Frank Haghorn when I knew him was making

few quid on the sly.

He was a bad lad, but going round shooting coppers?

Still, what do I know?

I'm not CID.

Looks like you're doing all right, Phil.

Hey!

Hey, you got him.

Well done, mate.

But we're still waiting for the bulletin report.

Do you ever think much about life?

How many parts have you had?

The question that keeps coming back to me is, why was I spared?

Eh?

Maybe it's a sign.

A sign?

Yeah, you know, that I should be doing something more important with my life.

The question is what?

See, he'd pop at me twice and I was inches away from death. But something

me.

Oh, really?

We can't be sure he was aiming at you the first time. No, Shana says he's got

grudge against coppers, and it was me who was wearing the uniform, mate, not

you. OK, look, if he was shooting at you, how did he manage to kill Robson so

cleanly? I mean, you were only yards apart.

Phil, it just doesn't make sense.

He could have just missed.

Yes, but what if Robson always was his target?

But then why have another pop at me, eh?

Because that's his cover.

He wanted to kill Robson, but he only ever intended to wound you. To make it

look like there was some sniper on the loose to put us off his tracks.

He'd want to kill some posh doctor.

I don't know, but I'm going to find out.

Well, I still think it's a sign.

There you go, Phil, from yet another well -wisher.

You should get shot more often.

Gina, I've been doing some thinking. We none of us know how long we've got, do

we? It's probably just as well.

Well, if I die tomorrow, the thing I'd regret the most is me and you breaking

up.

That's the ale talking, Phil. No, no, it's not.

I just wish you'd think about it.

To be quite honest, Mike, I was relieved when she insisted on going out.

Well, things haven't been easy, then.

It turns out she's known about James and me all along.

Has she?

But she's OK with it.

Apparently I was a contributory factor in keeping their marriage going.

It's a bit galling, I can tell you. You know, Liz, in most murder cases, the

first person the police suspect is the spouse, and most of the time it turns

to be right.

How could Helen shoot him? She was in London.

Well, how isn't the issue? But if she knew of the affair and was angry and

jealous and thought he was going to leave...

Well, that's certainly a reason why.

She just isn't the type.

Murdering her own husband.

Or having it murdered.

All right, then. I'm going to talk to D .I. Shiner about this again tomorrow

morning. Thanks, Mike.

Hello.

Gosh, I must have walked miles.

I'm lucky that nice chap stopped and gave me a lift.

Get out of these shoes and into a nice hot bath.

That's okay, Liz.

Of course.

Oh, hello, Mr. Bradley.

Hello, David.

Tell me, did you ever get to drive the Bentley?

Oh, yeah. It was great.

Oh, Mr Barnett, he's ever such a lovely bloke.

Yes, everyone seems to like him.

Now, the thing is, David, I need to ask you about the night of the shooting

again, and I need you to think very carefully about what you really

Oh, I was here with Mr Barnett when it happened.

Well, how do you know that?

Well, we had the gun.

Can you actually remember hearing a shot? Think carefully.

Well, I mean, not exactly, but Mr Barnett did.

But you didn't.

I can't remember.

David, how long were you and Mr Barnett here together that night?

Well, not long. I wanted to get home for my tea.

He'd only come to get some tools.

Hey, do you know, he's got a secret compartment under the back seat of his

He can get loads of stuff in there.

Excuse me.

It's an imaginative theory, I grant you that.

But what have you got to connect Mrs Robson and Tim Barnett? Well, I saw her

getting out of his car.

She said she'd been for a walk and that he'd offered her a lift.

You say she knew about the affair. She told Dr Medwick she didn't mind.

Well, maybe she didn't mind.

Is there any evidence that he was really going to leave her?

Well, no, Antony.

A lot of the ID work is about judging character.

And I still reckon that Frank Clegg owners our man. He even knows those

And Helen Robson doesn't strike me as the sort of woman who could plot a

Well, maybe not. So I think you're a keen lad. I appreciate that.

But you must learn not to get obsessed with an idea.

However clever it is.

Well?

Well, he listened, but he reckons it's rubbish.

He's sold on Claire Corn, isn't he?

He's got no real evidence yet. He's just following it under himself.

Well, that's my point.

We should be looking for alternatives.

If you're going to succeed as a CID officer, you've got to back your own

hunches. What you really need is hard evidence.

I hope you're not trying to make my car, officer.

No, no, I was just admiring her. Is she all fixed up? She certainly is.

And sadly, that means I'm off.

Well, I was just wondering if I could pick your brain before you leave.

Listen, I've told you before.

I like bikes, but my mechanical advice to them is not to be trusted.

No, my question's all about women. Well, one woman in particular.

Mrs Robson.

Oh, you mean that poor lady I gave a lift to?

Yes. Do you think she might have murdered her husband?

I really couldn't say.

No, it's just that my boss has this crazy theory. He thinks it could have

her and, well, an accomplice.

I thought you had your sniper under lock and key.

Well, we did, but we released him this morning.

But isn't that a bit risky?

Well, I think so. You see, I was the one who nicked him, and I can tell you,

well, he's a bit of a nutcase.

What if he kills again?

Well, exactly, that's my point. I just hope that Frank Cleghorn doesn't go out

and... shoot somebody else, and I'll be proved right.

Well, listen, mate, um... All the best, eh? Yeah. Well, safe journey.

Cheers. Thank you.

Bye.

Delta Alpha 2 -6 to control.

Come in, Mike.

Barnard's leaving.

I'm going to follow.

Uh, Mike, Sarge would like to have a word with you before you go anywhere.

Mike? I'm contacting Shiner.

If you write about this, you're in danger.

I want no heroics, understand?

You're leaving?

I've got to get back to the truth.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Helen, what's going on?

The chap with the Bentley, you know him, don't you?

Did he say something to offend you?

You've been very kind, and I don't want to impose on you any longer.

I'll phone you about the funeral.

Helen.

Delta Alpha 2 -6 to control.

I'm in, Mike.

He's doubled back along Beck Farm Lane.

He's up to something.

Mike, the GI.

Yeah, he wants to have a word.

Bradley, we've just got ballistics on Frank Cleggorn's gun. It is not the

weapon. I repeat, not.

So your theory might have something to it.

We're trying to dig up all we can on this block. Right, sir. We're getting

backup to you as quickly as possible.

Until they reach you, exercise extreme caution.

Understood, sir.

It's hard not to be noticed up here, but I'll stick with him. Out.

I've finally traced the owner of the Bentley.

His name's not Barnett at all. It's Tim Connard.

Lieutenant Tim Connard.

He's a Royal Marine Commando.

This is the lane Mike was referring to. It's about the way round by road, but

over the fell, and you come straight down here, and you're back overlooking

interspace. Then we must assume it's Aiden's field he's headed for.

Can we get enough backup in place before he gets here?

Let's hope so.

Delta Alpha 2 -6 to Control.

I'm in, mate.

He stomped on the ridge above Wade's back.

Hang on.

Looks like he's got a gun.

He's on the move, on foot.

He's heading west along Beck Hill.

I'm going to see if I can follow. Out.

I swear, Liz, I didn't even know he was here.

You told him about James and me.

James had been like a bear with a sore head for weeks.

Then when he said he was coming up here, I thought he really might leave you.

And Tim tried to talk to him, remind him of his responsibilities.

They had a blazing row, and I had to separate them.

But I thought that was it. I didn't know Tim had followed him up here.

I certainly didn't know what he intended to do.

Only, who's going to believe me, though?

What if they send me to jail?

Hello, I should have lived... Hello?

Hello, Liv?

Is that you?

You alright?

Apparently her brother decided that if James were going to leave her, she

would be better off if he were dead.

She'd get everything plus the life insurance.

We think he's on his way back here.

Andy's got a rifle, but don't worry, Mrs Robson.

We've got arm backup on its way.

What?

You're luckier than I thought, Bradley.

Timothy Connors, I'm arresting you for the murder.

It's not murder.

Execution.

He betrayed his wife and children.

He had to be taken out for their sake, as simple as that.

Let's get this place cleaned up.

You nicked it. All he could do was let you in on the interview.

It doesn't like being proved wrong, if you ask me.

Careful, Ventress.

Morning, Mads. Sir.

Just wanted to let you know he's admitted it all.

He's been quite proud, in fact.

No love lost between him and his brother -in -law.

I think he really believed he could get away with it.

He might well have done if it wasn't for Bradley.

I'm well aware of that, Sergeant.

I've had my eye on you throughout, Bradley.

Once you get the bit between your teeth, you don't let go, do you?

Well, that's no bad thing.

Strikes me for the makings of a first -rate detective.

Thank you, sir.

Not a life that suits your protocols.

But I had a word with the chief super this morning, and he agrees with me.

There's a permanent CID job for you at Division, if you'd like it.

Hi, Mike.

Mike.

Well?

Well?

Signed on the dotted line.

Gina, did you know he was leaving?

Leaving Aidensfield?

Really?

Yeah.

Feels funny, though.

Now that the decision's actually made.

I was hoping there'd be a few other people around.

So I could say goodbye.

Well, there's football on tonight, isn't there?

Don't suppose there'll be that many in.

Why don't you come through to the snog? Get you a drink in there.

They're much colder, yeah.

Yeah. Go on.

The changing of sunlight to moonlight.

Reflections of my life.

Surprise!

And you didn't think we'd let you just blink off, did you? Not without buying

all a drink first. The best ones on the house.

Seriously,

Mike, best of luck.

Really good for you.

Thanks, Sergeant. We still hope you'll give us a time of day when you become

Chief Constable.

Well, so long as you smarten yourself up, I'll be happy. Can't chance it at

that.

You know... Thanks, David.

I'm... I'm only going to miss this place.

Go all girly on us.

Oh.

Well, we're always here if you fancy a fizzy.

Thanks. I'll remember that.

Well, everyone, to Mike Bradley, the London cop who thought he knew it all.

Came to Yorkshire and got a proper education.

Everyone, to Mike.