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

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

Almost cut my hair.

It happened just the other day.

Getting kind of long.

Now, as gold captain, this to me has always been the highlight of the golfing

year, the presentation of the Sidney Baxter Memorial Cup.

And to present the trophy we're very lucky to have with us again this year,

Sidney's widow, the lovely Shirley.

Now those of you who played against him know, Sidney was a man who took his golf

seriously.

A bit too seriously at times, if you ask me, Oscar.

Which is why this club's most prestigious and coveted trophy is named

I always thought that if he hadn't dedicated his life to being the biggest

manufacturer in the county, he could have been up there with Arnold Palmer.

So without further ado, I'd like to call upon Shirley to present the cop to this

year's winner, Mr Terry Hyde.

Hi, Mum.

There you are.

Oh, big smile.

Is it me, or are they getting younger every year?

All right. I'll get you another drink, Shirley. Oh, yes, please.

Mother, don't you think we should be going?

Going? You know, I'm sure that hospital gave me the wrong baby.

You can go home if you like. I'm here to have some fun.

The night is young, eh, Oscar?

And they're playing our song.

Come on, Oscar.

Best foot forward.

Come on, come on. It's been a long time.

No, I've never... You all

right,

Harry? You sound a bit upset on the phone.

You'll soon see why.

He's starting a new fashion trend around here, Mr Pilby.

These are just the survivors.

Half a dozen pregnant ewes are found dead on them moors. It's no laughing

matter. They died of hypothermia, then, these sheep? They died because some

villain robbed them of their fleeces.

Oh.

They've been shorn. They're blind.

That's a tricky business, sharing a sheep out on the moors in the middle of

night. Well, a fleece of a swaledale's worth a bob or two.

Well, they must be easier things to steal.

Have you any idea who's behind it?

You were made for me.

Everybody tells me so.

You were made for me.

Hello, love.

The boss is out.

Actually, I'm the boss.

Ah, Shirley, this is a surprise.

Well, what happened to you last night, Oscar?

I popped to the ladies and when I came back, you'd gone? Yes. It was past my

bedtime. Not to worry.

I'm planning a little soiree this evening.

Just one or two close friends. A few bottles of bubbly and old blue eyes on

turntable. And I was wondering if you'd like to join us.

Well, yes, that would have been lovely, but unfortunately it's Gina's night off.

Well, I'm sure she wouldn't mind, would you, love? Well, ordinarily, no, but I

can't ask her, Shirley. Not with her mother so poorly and in hospital.

Oh. Oh, I see.

Oh, pity.

Well, another time, Pratt.

Oh, yes, yes.

It'll be my pleasure.

Bye.

Legging it while she was in the loo. Not very gentlemanly, Oscar.

Just keep smiling and waving, Gina.

You poor thing. Yes, well, circumstances sometimes call for extreme measures.

Yeah. going.

You're up bright and early.

Mr. Norton, have you had any bother with your sheep?

Sheep? Not that I'm aware of.

You recently took on a new shepherd.

Yeah, Bob Foxton.

Been with us a couple of months now.

He came with good references, then.

Oh, I've come across Harry Pilbeam.

Let's just say he's a difficult bloke to work for. I'm surprised Bob stuck it as

long as he did.

Well, somebody got hold of Harry Pilbeam's sheep in the dead of night and

them of their fleeces.

Sure. At least half a dozen of them froze to death.

And he reckons that Bob Foxton was behind it.

Better get this sorted right away, then.

Do you feel any better?

I reckon I slept for ten hours.

Food on the plane was pretty grim.

Now, this looks great.

Thank you, Gina.

You're welcome.

Hiya, Bernie.

Mr Kelly, I'm Bernard Scripps, the funeral director.

Bernie, good to meet you at last. Pull up a chair, mate.

I must admit, I'm really surprised to meet you.

All the way from Australia.

Didn't think anyone was actually going to come.

It's for my dad, really.

Uncle Charlie was his only brother.

We just want to give him a decent send -off, so we thought at least one member

of the family should be here for the funeral.

Right.

Took a chance on you, Bob.

Hope you haven't let me down. I haven't, Mr Norton.

Mr Pilbeam reckons you've caused to resent him.

I started working for Pilbeam when I was 16 years old.

In ten years, he raised my wages once.

It would have fight to get that.

You admit you don't like him, then?

Ruddy ate him, mean, miserable old so -and -so.

Know your place. Don't argue with the gaffer.

But I never touched his sheep.

I swear.

Well, I hope you're telling the truth, lad.

Alf?

Sarge wants me back at the station.

I'll give it a good wash and a bit of a polish.

You all right?

No.

What's the matter? Are you sick?

Sick?

I may as well be.

When folk find out, we're going to be out of business.

Reputation ruined.

Why?

Charlie Kelly, the old boy who died a couple of weeks ago.

Yeah, the one that we just...

His nephews have just arrived from Australia.

For the funeral.

Wants to give him a proper send -off.

Well, this is the old man with no friends.

The one that we just buried yesterday.

Well, we're doing them a favour.

Saving them some money.

Vicar had a late cancellation.

How was I supposed to know the relatives were coming over?

Right, there's what Pilbeam's found. And we've got reports from four other

places.

Must have had a busy night, our phantom sheep shearers. Well, let's bolt Foxen

off the hook.

Pilbeam pointed the finger at him, said he had a grudge.

We've taken 30 fleeces in one night and we're still counting.

Suggest to me the motive's commercial.

I've got a witness card.

He reckons he saw three men... Just before dawn, in a Land Rover with a

around here.

Didn't get a registration, no.

So what are we dealing with here? An outside gang?

Probably. They must have sold the fleeces on to someone.

That's true. Why don't you go on to that, Ventress?

You two ask around the area.

Any more sightings, strangers in the district, that sort of thing.

I don't think they're going to hang about, so let's get a move on with this

If you think we can manage that, Ventress.

You could do worse, Oscar. That posh car.

She looks pretty well -heeled to me.

Yeah, if you ask me, it was her that drove Paul Sid into an early grave.

Have you nicked him, then?

Er, no, Harry.

It's a bit more complicated than that.

You anywhere, any butterton?

My cousin, he owns the neighbouring farm. He's been hitting all.

That's over a lot of people.

So it rather leaves Bob Foxton off the hook.

He's a really good shearer. I know.

I taught him.

Well, we're looking into it anyway.

OK.

I'm going to have a pint, if you don't mind.

All right, Alf. Usual.

Ciao.

So have you decided what to get me for the beefy anniversary yet, Alf? Oh,

remind me. Another ruddy wedding anniversary.

I've wrapped my brains.

But I don't know what she wants.

Eh? How about a nice rug?

I bet she'd love one of them.

The Baxters? I can't afford one of those.

What if you had a friend who could get you a discount?

I bet I don't.

Oscar knows Shirley Baxter, don't you, Oscar?

Give it a rest, will you, Gina?

Oh, look who it isn't.

Proud of yourself, are you, Mr Norton?

I beg your pardon?

I bet your life nothing's happened to any of his lordship's sheep.

It's a very serious accusation. But you wouldn't be saying, Harry, if you

weren't drunk, and I suggest you take him home. I speak my mind. He doesn't

belong round here. I should at least employ a local man.

Come on, Harry. Watch him go.

A pint of the boozer, eh?

Makes me feel right at home.

I guess his ventress's sister's got one of these.

Very snooty she is about it, too.

Mr. Blaketon.

Ah, Richard.

Nice to see you. This is a friend of mine, Al Ventress.

It's his wedding anniversary coming up soon. Ah, I see. And you're looking for

something special for your good lady.

Well, you've come to the right place, Mr Ventress.

That's what I told him.

Is your mother about?

Well, she doesn't involve herself much in the business nowadays.

But I'm sure I can help Mr Ventress with his purchase, though.

Oh, yes, well, I'm sure you can. But the thing is, Richard, I think I might have

offended her.

I doubt it.

Well, we'll just have a look around and Alf can make his choice and we'll pop

back later.

Best not to upset her.

Come

in.

I'm really sorry I've made back, sir.

But I can explain.

You see... No, no, please, Alf.

Take a seat.

As you know, I was at division this morning.

Actually, not quite sure how to begin.

There's been a change of policy, or at least a firming up of existing

regulations.

Regulations on what?

Retirement.

Given manpower shortages in the past, it's been the practice to encourage

officers to stay beyond the usual retirement age, but nobody at division

realised. How many extensions do you have, Adolf?

Oh, you're saying that they want me to retire?

I'm afraid they do.

When? Well, to be quite honest, you've slipped through the net and they're a

embarrassed. What with your accrued holiday leave.

What are we talking?

End of the week.

Let's roll.

All

right.

I've seen them.

I've only just missed them.

Well, slow down, Mr. Pilby.

I presume you're talking about these sheep shearers. They were up up top

loading up the gear. Had I been a couple of minutes earlier, I'd have had them.

Did you recognise them?

Yeah, but weren't close enough to see their faces. But it were Foxton, all

right. You saw Bob Foxton?

Look, if you stopped asking death questions and got yourself down there

like as not you'd catch him with them fleeces.

You didn't actually see Bob Foxton, then?

Look, I know it was Foxton.

Well, did you get the registration number? No, and they didn't have a

write it down with neither. Now, are you going to get off your backside and do

something or what?

Mr Pilbeam. No, you're not, are you?

Lazy idol, good -for -nothings, the lot of you. Beats me up a pail of rakes. You

buried his uncle two days ago.

Yeah, I dug the grave.

It's come all the way from Australia for a funeral that's already happened.

Well, it's an honest mistake, Bernie.

Yeah, and honesty is the best policy.

Now, Mr Vernon always says that.

Oh, what a pity he doesn't take his own advice.

So, what did Merton say exactly?

Well, they're pensioning me off. At the end of the week, I'm out of a job.

That's a bit sudden, isn't it?

The bureaucrats have caught up with me, Oscar.

It's all forthwith and you're out on your year.

I'm really sorry, Alf.

I tell you, you get a decent pension.

And all the time in the world to do those things you've only dreamt about

Like what?

I don't know.

Bird watching.

Bit of fishing.

Golf.

Gina. Hi, Phil.

Nice things.

Fine, thanks.

Look at the state of you.

Just been up at Uncle Charlie's place trying to sort a few things out.

Had to walk back in the dark.

Well, it looks like you walked halfway across the moors. You're telling me. I

got a bit lost.

Sorry about the boots.

I'll get them cleaned up for you.

She's a jewel, eh?

Yeah.

I was hoping to catch you, Mr Kelly.

Hey, it's Kevin.

I've just been up at the farm. You know what I found? A cine camera.

Now, I need to find a local photographer so I can record it all for my dad.

You want to film the funeral?

I know it's a bit unusual, but you see, you have to understand about my dad and

Uncle Charlie.

Dad feels awful about how things ended up.

They hadn't met for years.

Nearly 30 years.

I don't think Charlie ever forgave Dad, though, for leaving him in the lurch and

running off to Australia.

The funeral's our way of saying sorry.

Well, I'm sure if he's up there looking down on you now, he knows your dad's

sorry. At least it'll help him make his peace with Charlie.

Right, what are you blokes drinking?

Yeah, sorry I'm late.

I've had Harry's pill bean banging on my door.

Reckons he nearly caught the sheep shearer's red -handed.

What, tonight?

Yeah, on the top road.

I've been up on my bike and had a look, but there was no sign.

Really?

Sorry I'm late, love.

I had a right deal there.

Well, haven't you?

No, I had to tell Alf Ventress he's got to retire.

I can imagine how that went down.

Here, let me give you a hand. I can manage.

The supper's in the oven.

I doubt it's fit to eat now, though.

I could always pop out and get some fish and chips. Fancy that?

I've been struggling with ether for an hour. I'd rather go out for a drink.

Good day.

A bit tired, though.

Forget it, then.

No, no, if you want to go out. Dennis, I said it doesn't matter.

You look nice.

That's the idea.

Busy night, lad?

Just keeping a close eye out with this bother.

There you are.

You might fool that soppy so -and -so Norton, but you don't fool me.

Look, I know not about your sheep.

And I don't work for you no more, so just get lost, will you? Oh, dear, you

to me like that, you lippy little... Go home, Annie.

Oi!

What's going on?

I swore I'd sort this out.

And I have.

What am I going to do?

I've never heard of anybody filming a funeral.

When's he going to watch it? After tea on a Sunday?

This is not a joke, David. I've got to find a way of telling him.

Perhaps not.

This hasn't been in the ground a couple of days.

The coffin allows to be marked. Why don't we just, you know, dig it up?

Pardon?

Well, then we have another funeral, bury it again, and everyone will be happy.

Consuming bodies is a very serious business. You need the proper

In that case, we won't exhume it.

We'll just dig it up.

It's out of the question.

Anyway, what will we tell the vicar?

It's all right, girls.

I'm going to keep you warm.

It's all right.

Got yourself in a right mess this time, haven't you, Harry?

Right is right.

You lot were doing no... You fractured Bob Foxton's skull, is that right?

Doctors are operating on him now. He might die.

I never meant to... I only wanted... OK, Mr Pilbeam.

Let's go, shall we?

Oscar, I don't see I'm ever going to afford this now I'm retired.

Don't you worry, Al.

I'm going to get you a whacking great discount.

Oscar!

Oh, Shirley.

Oh, and this must be Alfred.

A nice rug for your lady wife. Well, there's not many men know their wives

enough to think of that.

Well, actually, I don't. Your last of the great romantics is Alfred.

worships the ground she walks on. Oh, you must give Oscar some tips.

Mother!

Never work, please.

I'm busy. I thought you were sorting out the delivery.

This is important.

I'm trying on a business here. It's hard enough without you giving huge

discounts to every old bloke that takes your fancy.

Oh, you are an impudent young pup.

I'm 29, Mother.

And if you don't take my advice, this firm is going under.

That midwife.

She's absolutely gave me the wrong baby.

Now then, Alfred, let's sort you out a nice rug.

Come on.

I've spoken to the hospital this morning.

Bob Foxton is out of danger.

Well, they only ever meant to give him a good hiding.

Well, you're charged with GBH, and I'm bailing you in the sum of £20 to people

for the magistrates in the 70th time.

That's what I'd bail out.

You all right, are you? Yeah, I am.

Sorry, Mr Pilgrim.

And stay off the booze.

I've been doing some thinking, Sarge, about the disposal of these fleeces.

Ah, don't you worry about that, Ventress.

Crane can look into that side of things.

You probably never expected to hear me say this, but put your feet up.

You've earned it.

Yes, but why don't you put the kettle on off?

Right, what about this Australian?

Seems a bit of a coincidence if you ask me.

in arriving just as it all kicks off.

Well, all the Brailiams are sheep shearers, aren't they?

He says he's here to bury his uncle.

Yeah, Charlie Kelly.

He was a sheep farmer.

Was he indeed?

You could be on to something there.

Well spotted, Bellamy.

Why would anyone come all the way here from Australia to nick a few fleeces?

Sorry, Ventress?

Er, nothing, Sarge.

All I need is for you to sign a statement.

I don't want any fuss.

Fuss? He could have killed you.

The thing is, Mr Norton, it's been very tough for ill farmers the last couple of

years.

And this business, some are bound to go under.

I don't understand your attitude, Bob.

Do you know who's behind this?

I don't know anything.

But I know how they all feel.

And I don't want to make it worse.

You get some rest.

I'm getting anywhere, Cardinal.

I think it's most likely a gang of outsiders.

Yeah, I'd be mad at that too.

I never realised you blokes were the local plods.

Didn't you?

Surprised you're paying out for a room at the pub?

Why don't you stay here?

You want to take a look inside the main house?

That'll answer your question.

Poor old Uncle Charlie wasn't too hot at domestic, short.

Does she follow him around in the family?

No way, mate. I'm a motor mechanic.

And I've succeeded in getting Uncle Charlie's old wagon going, which is a

miracle, if I do say so myself.

Why, what are you going to do with it?

Oh, sell it, I reckon.

What's so funny?

You think it's me, don't you?

Going around shearing all these ruddy sheep.

If I'd have known, I'd have brought my hat with the little corks on it. Well,

can you shear sheep?

Listen, my dad moved halfway around the world to get away from sheep.

He started a garage business in Sydney.

I'm a city boy. I know nothing about farming.

Well, we're sorry to have bothered you.

By the way, you know Gina at the pub?

Has she got a boyfriend?

Why do you ask?

I thought I might take her out.

Don't want to tread on anyone's toes.

You wouldn't be.

Felt to me like he was telling the truth, God.

No.

He's taking the mickey. We should put him under surveillance, Sarge.

You're the one who asked me if you could shear sheep.

It's not exactly subtle interrogation, was it?

Yeah, all right. That's enough.

You were just told to go there and look the place over.

Surely no one would go to all this trouble unless they knew they could sell

fleeces. I've been into all that.

Fleeces can only be sold through the wool marketing board.

What if you've never heard of the black market?

I take your point, Crane.

But we'll keep an eye on them anyway.

It's up to you, Sarge.

Well, let's get on with it then.

Saw this for a bit of scrappy.

Saw good reshreds, I reckon, off -seller.

I've got some old tyres out the back, might be good enough.

Bernie.

I was wondering if I could see him.

See you.

Oh, it's a Charlie.

I presume he's in your chapel of rest.

Well, no.

Hospital mortuary still.

You're Charlie Kelly's nephew, aren't you?

I'm Liz Merrick. I'm the local GP here.

I'm really pleased to meet you, Doctor.

He went pretty quickly in the end, if that's any consolation to you.

Yeah, it is.

Thank you.

You couldn't fix it for me to visit him, could you?

Visit him?

The public's probably not allowed in the hospital mortuary, eh?

No, I thought... wasn't here.

No, no, no.

We've had a bit of a backlog.

Oh, I see.

I could ask, if you like.

Thank you. I'd appreciate that.

I'm surprised Oscar never let on you were one of our boys in blue.

I'm just about to retire.

My late husband was a great friend of the chief constable.

We went to all the big functions.

So you get all your wool from the wool marketing bar? Absolutely.

We pride ourselves on sticking to tradition.

A bachelor's rug is made entirely from the wool of local Claredale. Has anyone

offered to sell you the leafy Tourette's, you know, on the black

Oh, that wouldn't be allowed.

It's all very regulated.

for PC Ventress.

You can talk us some more of PC Ventress.

Oh, plus a bit of official business.

I've just been warning, Shirley, there's some black market wool going round.

Really? Stolen. Would you believe?

No.

Well, we'll certainly keep an eye out then.

I'd be grateful if you would.

Everyone that looks twice at Gina, you decided to do it.

That's not true.

Looks like he's off.

He knows all about it.

You can tell from the look on his face.

Do you think Shirley knows?

No. What about Martin?

I haven't told him yet.

I doubt he'd listen.

Why ever not?

Well, ever since they've known that I'm retiring, it's as though I'm not there.

They're not interested in what I think. It's all put your feet on, make yourself

a cup of tea.

Being pensioned off is equal to useless in their boot.

Well, maybe you and I can still show them a thing or two, Alf.

Let's do a bit of detective work on our own.

If you don't speed up, we'll lose him.

Not much traffic on the road. I don't want to get too close.

I thought you said it was too cold.

Shirley, we're here to help you. I know you are, lovey. And I do appreciate it.

We did overhear your son talking about business difficulties.

Difficulties.

Nobody wants quality anymore. Just cheap foreign imports.

Since great -grandfather started this firm, at one time, every home of

distinction in the north of England had at least...

Baxter's rug.

Now, fitted carpets.

Have Baxter's been buying stolen fleeces?

After you came to the factory this afternoon, I asked my son the same

He denied it.

But I know he was lying.

Oh, Sid must be turning in his grave.

We're going to end up bankrupt and disgraced.

What am I going to do, Oscar?

Don't worry, Shirley.

Maybe there's a way around this.

Table's booked for about 8 o 'clock. Are you sure you don't want me to drive?

One -handed.

Hang on a sec.

We're going to take a look.

I've just dropped them off at the station. I'm going to spend the night in

Leeds, but then they're going to go and stay in London. They just caught the

last train.

What are you talking about?

Oh, it's the vicar and his wife. They're going to stay with her sister in London

for a week.

They're going to be gone for a whole week.

Are you sure about this?

Oh, yeah, they had a right big suitcase with them.

No, no, you'd be totally wrong.

See anyone?

No. The dog started to pick up a rumpus. That's what alerted us. We've

definitely been hit.

But I won't be able to do a proper count till the morning.

I can't believe they're coming this near to Ashfordly Hall.

I suppose this might finally convince Pilbeam that it isn't Bob Poxon.

Ah, the heavy mob, eh?

This is a warrant to search these premises.

Any objections?

You might need a pair of these.

Look, I know I messed you about a bit.

In what way, Mr. Kelly?

The old blokes were trying to follow me, so I gave them the slip.

But I was just having a bit of fun.

And where were you last night?

I was at the cinema in Ashfordly with Gina from the pub.

Gina Ward.

We'll be checking that.

Be my guest.

The big shed at the back. It's padlocked. You got a key for it?

Probably.

Somewhere.

Oh,

blow me down.

Well, I'm no expert, but I'd say that looks very much like sheep shearing

equipment.

I've never seen this gear before, I swear to you.

Who does it belong to, then? Uncle Charlie's ghost?

I think we'd better continue this discussion down at the police station,

Kelly.

He's just a little lad, really.

I do hope I'm doing the right thing. Surely you are, believe me.

a way to get your deliveries.

Your mother is very disappointed in you, Richard.

This is getting beyond a joke.

I just came to England to bury my uncle.

And you've never seen the Land Rover or the trailer in the shed before?

No! For the umpteenth time, I've never been in that shed.

They're not mine, and I've no idea how they got there.

It was on your property.

My dad's, to be precise.

Perhaps you want to take the next plane to Sydney and arrest him.

Excuse me, Sarge. Al's on the phone.

He needs to use the van.

He's just recovered a dozen stolen fleeces.

I had a meeting at the bank.

They threatened to call in the loans.

I had to do something.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want you to be upset.

Oh, he is a good son, isn't he?

No, I'm not.

I could never match up to him.

I've been trying to persuade you for years to get some new equipment in. Just

change the work method so we could be more efficient.

But you, you wouldn't have it.

Everything me dad did was sacrosanct. We couldn't change anything.

We're a traditional firm, lovey. And as a result, we're going broke.

People want fitted carpets. They like them.

So how did you set it all up?

I met this fella at the market.

I was complaining about the prices. He said he knew someone who might be

persuaded to help me out.

Who was that?

Charlie Kelly.

The old farmer who's just died.

I talked to him about a month ago.

He said he could let me have as many fleeces as I wanted at a third of WMB

prices.

He dropped dead of an heart attack. I thought that was it.

Then I got left a note telling me... Where to collect the fleeces and where

leave the money. Do you know who he was working with?

No idea.

Charlie Kelly, eh?

A woman who the nephew was party to all along and just decided to carry on.

Well, it seems unlikely to me, Sarge.

Richard Baxter said that all Charlie ever did was to moan about his relatives

Australia.

Well, if it wasn't Kevin Kelly, then who's been shearing all these sheep?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, it has to be someone local, with a knowledge of the moors.

I'd like to have a go at finding out who it is, Sarge.

Sort of a swan song, eh?

Well, I haven't done too badly so far.

Better than the rest of us, you mean?

I wouldn't say that, Sarge.

Oh, not to my face, maybe.

Just what you've been thinking, you and Oscar Blaketon.

Well, if you can get it sorted out and quickly, I've certainly no objections.

I did what you said.

Left them a note.

This was put through the letterbox an hour ago.

Pick up usual place at dawn tomorrow.

He's a good lad. Shirley, can I use your phone?

Yes, of course.

Alf, it's me.

We're in business. They're coming out tonight.

So tell Merton we need to stake out the Kelly farm.

Good.

Oscar, about us.

Us? Mm.

I know you had hopes.

Indeed, I did myself.

Well, I... No.

Do not say any more.

I know now why all this terrible business has happened.

It's a sign from up there.

Sid's had a word in the governor's ear.

I see.

I see.

And he's right.

We can't see each other any more.

I am so sorry.

I hope you can bear it.

Well, it's a big disappointment to me, Shirley, but I do understand.

I'll just have to live with it.

It's wrong.

It is very wrong.

Well, sometimes you have to do wrong to do right.

That's what Mr Vernon said.

You're to tell no one, especially not Vernon.

Promise me, David.

Yeah, I promise.

Scouts on her.

When were you in the Scouts?

Oh, I wasn't. I always wanted to be, but my mother thought they were too rough

and lit too many fires.

There's a locum vicar covering the parish, but he's got to come over from

Whitby.

I've already phoned him, and he's got a slot.

So we're doing this for old Charlie's family.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Panda 1. Over.

Sarge, they've arrived.

Over and out.

Alf, they've arrived at the farm. They're picking up the gear.

Yes, well, good detective work always pays off.

Don't rub it in, Oscar.

Over.

They're headed up the valley this way.

Want to come with me? Might need your knowledge of the area. I don't make

No, Harry, leave it to us.

Get in.

We're turning off the road at the strike.

We're half mile from High Barrow.

Right -o, Steve. Thanks. Over and out.

If you go back past the church, there's a little lane on the left. It cuts off

the corner.

Yeah, I think I'm nearly there.

It's the police.

Somebody's told them.

Come on, open up. We're here.

They've gone.

I knew this was a bad idea.

David.

David! Come on, get on with it.

Quickly.

Catch us if you can.

Time to get a move on.

It must be somebody local. You?

Me own cousin?

Needs must, Harry.

How could you rob your own kind?

Your own family?

They're easiest people to rob.

Hey, hey, come on, leave it.

You get them?

Yes, thanks.

We've arrested a local farmer and two men that work for him. All and Richard

Baxter's been charged with handling stolen goods.

You know, my grandfather left the farm to my dad and Uncle Charlie equally.

Charlie wouldn't have that. He wanted everything.

He always was a twister.

So, Dad just walked out, told him to stuff it.

Sounds like he made the right choice.

I reckon he did.

Hard scotch, please, Gina.

I've blocked it out for you, Bernie. I've told him.

You've told him what?

Gina explained.

About the funeral taking place before I arrived.

Why didn't you just tell me, Bernie?

Well, we're planning to.

I'm going to go up to the churchyard and have a look at the grave tomorrow

myself.

I hear you've done a lovely job.

Well, yeah, just needs a bit of tidying up, headstone putting in.

We'll sort all that out, though.

Last deal.

I think we should all raise our mugs.

Yep.

Good luck, Alf.

Enjoy your retirement, Alf.

Well, I'm beginning to think it might be nice.

Mrs Ventress wants me to have an allotment.

Yeah, well, I hope your replacement can make a brew.

Well, we won't be getting any new officers just yet.

Thinking of giving her the civilian administrator.

Hey, might be a woman.

Yeah. Oh!

Shirley Baxter wants you to have this, Alf.

As a token of her appreciation.

Oh.

I really am very touched.

Oh.

Well, it's hard to imagine how you're going to cope, Sergeant.

Without any real detectives.

Well, we'll just have to muddle through, Oscar.

No idea who he is. No recollection of anything before the ambulance ride.

Boys! Go on! Get out of it! Go on! Shoot!

Shoot! If I'd seen anyone attacked, I would have reported it immediately,

wouldn't I?

You know what puzzles me?

Boys! A serious attack takes place on a train and nobody hears it.