Original subtitles

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

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

What do you think?

Yes. Stunning, eh?

It's a bit gloomy, though, don't you think?

The suffering's all there.

You can't separate life and the world.

I prefer your stuff.

It's much nicer.

Yeah, that's me.

Nice.

Don't put yourself down. You're always telling me not to.

Gina, in a hundred years' time, when passions have faded...

Hilda Baird Dressler will probably be seen as one of the most important post

-war German artists.

I was nervous about Mina before, now I'm scared stiff.

Don't be.

She's lovely.

Oh, my goodness.

Tea!

We are reduced to tea.

I ask you, Jack, how can I ever persuade anyone to buy any of this rubbish if

all they are drinking is tea?

Hilda, I want you to meet Gina.

My dear, I'm so glad you...

Stupid fellow has at last found himself someone useful.

Oh, well, I don't know about that.

He tells me you had a pub.

Yeah, yeah, I do, but I've been trying to learn a bit about painting, you know.

Forget painting.

It is a useless occupation fit only for fools.

She doesn't really mean it. And my stupid husband should have been here an

ago with a case of wine.

So where is Dieter?

Indeed, where is Dieter?

Come on.

Try not to talk. Just grab hold of me.

There we are.

How can you make it to my car?

I parked it at the top of the track, took the dogs and went to look over some

timber we're planning on cutting.

Came back half an hour later, it was gone.

And was the vehicle locked?

Well, North locks a Land Rover. No one locks a Land Rover around here.

You took the keys out?

Of course I took the ruddy keys out. I've just walked three miles, Walker.

try my patience.

Or somebody probably just came across it and saw an opportunity.

Then what were they doing in my woods in the first place?

What's going on?

The law finally caught up with you, Charlie?

Some wretched thieves helped themselves to my Land Rover.

Oh, what a shabby trick.

Presumably it was locked.

We'll do everything in our power to get it back, Lord Ashfordly.

Come on in, George. I don't know about you, but I could do with a stiff drink.

Oh, and my regards to Sergeant Miller Walker. Tell him I'd like my Land Rover

back sooner rather than later.

Let me give you a hand, Oscar. Yeah, thanks, Rob.

Put him on the couch.

I found him in the middle of nowhere, just collapsed in the road.

What happened, Mr Dressler?

I was... Come on, let's get you up here. There you go.

It's OK, I'm going to give you some oxygen.

He has emphysema, but it was well controlled until now.

Breathe normally, Mr Dressler.

Where exactly did you find him, Oscar?

I was on the back road from Ashfordly.

Across the moors.

Very light traffic up there. Look who came along.

My car.

You had an accident in your car. Is that what happened?

Did you see any vehicles up there?

He must have been trying to walk back to Aden.

Poor old chap.

I think we'd better get him an ambulance.

Sit.

Sit.

Come on, I said sit.

Don't you think that you're approaching this all wrong?

Well, look, as Rosie says... Rosie says.

It strikes me that lass has too many opinions for her own good.

I know, but it says in the book that you should... Books. There's a lot of

nonsense written in books.

A dog has to know its master.

That's all.

Sit!

I'm going for a drink. I thought you said you were skint. Lad, never let

rule you.

It's rough for you, Sarge.

I hope you're calling in to tell me that you found his lordship's Land Rover.

Afraid not, Sarge, but I have found Mr Dressler's car.

Looks like he might have just run himself off the road.

No sign of any other vehicle?

Nothing obvious.

All right, then.

Preserve it till the morning.

I don't want to keep you from your private life.

Very thoughtful of you, Sarge.

Dieter.

Dieter. Oh, you see, look at him. No wonder I couldn't reach him. Dieter, you

old fool. Wake up.

Dieter. Dieter.

Oh, no.

What? Hildy!

Yeah? He's not here.

The painting's gone.

No, that can't be.

Hello, Mrs. Dressler.

Hildy, I tried to phone you. I'm afraid your husband's been involved in an

accident. An accident?

It looks like he ran his car off the road.

He's not seriously hurt, but in view of his emphysema, he's been admitted to

hospital. Oh, no, the stupid old fool.

I must go to him. I'll take you there if you like. Oh, yeah, yeah, please.

Gee, it's me, darling.

Yes. A large one.

And a pint of best, Mr Blaketon.

Successful day, Mr Phelps? Well, we've certainly walked our socks off.

But I must say, we've seen little of real interest today.

Oh, there's usually a few kestrels round here at this time of year.

Oh, my wife likes kestrels.

Oh, yes.

Elegant without being ostentatious.

Er, David, where do you look for kestrels round here?

Well, I don't know. Well, in the last couple of years, there's been a few up

Scott's Pike.

Now, what I'd dearly love to see is a golden eagle.

For that, I'd pay.

I've never heard any of them round here. Oh, come on, lad.

Aren't you forgetting?

That eagle you told me about a month or so back.

What eagle?

Brain like a sieve.

Put those on my tab, will you, Oscar?

You don't have a tab.

From London, are you?

Phelps. Alan Phelps.

Peggy Armstrong.

My wife, Hillary.

Hello. Oh, it's such a pleasure to meet fellow enthusiasts.

Oh, you're keen on all authority too, are you, Mrs Armstrong?

Keen? I think of little else.

The local police on the phone. Still no sign of my Land Rover.

I must say, old chap, you are hitting the source a bit. Not that I mind, but

everything all right?

Would you say I was an obsessive man, Charlie?

An unscrupulous man, even?

Good Lord, George, now you're beginning to worry me.

I think we could both do with another drink.

So, just the one painting missing, then.

Is there anything else, as far as you know?

Back door was forced.

Lot was pretty flimsy. It wouldn't have taken much.

Thing is, it isn't just any old painting.

You mean it's worth a bit?

That's an understatement.

Before the war, Dieter was an art dealer in Berlin.

When the Nazis came to power, he helped smuggle works of art out of Germany.

Many famous paintings now hang in public collections in London, Paris and New

York, thanks to him.

What are you trying to tell us, Jack, that he nicked it?

Not exactly.

Let's just say he kept quiet about having it.

Why? It's probably a lost work by money.

I don't really know much about art. You'll have to explain.

It could be worth over £200 ,000.

Oh, my libre.

That useless car.

I told him, told him we should replace it.

Ich bin hier, meine Liebling. Es ist in Ordnung.

Das war kein Unfall.

Er hat mich ja ganz von dem Weg herabgestoßen.

I thought you were on call.

Maybe your luck's changed.

Actually, I have an excuse even Sergeant Miller would approve of.

I took Mrs Dressler to see her husband at the hospital.

I've just been round that place. They've had a break -in. I know.

But listen, Rob. Mr Dressler managed to tell his wife what had happened to him.

He said someone ran him off the road deliberately.

Tried to kill him.

Does he know who?

No. He was pretty incoherent.

It took her ages to get that much out of him.

I found his car in the ditch.

There were no found any skid marks or any other vehicle there.

Do you really think it happened?

Hard to say.

He's very ill.

He could be hallucinating.

Jack Hollins reckons that they had a painting worth a fortune hanging on

wall, and it was stolen.

You think the two things are connected?

That seems likely.

What can you do about it tonight?

Very little, probably.

Good.

Help me. Please help me.

There you go.

Castrols.

Have a look.

Not unless you can show me a golden eagle.

There aren't any eagles round here.

Look at that sky, lad.

Look at them hills.

Now imagine it soaring.

There never have been any eagles round here. Now, nobody can say that for sure.

So there could be, couldn't there? You just have to use your imagination.

Now, come on.

Get that hound under control.

We've got things to do.

I surfaced it for him twice a year. I did the best I could.

What were the breaks like?

Well, a roadworthy.

Well, just.

There's a dent in the back here.

So it could have been rammed. And the dent's all over. He could have backed it

into a wall.

Complex of paint.

Looks fresh enough to me.

Better keep it at the garage till I talk to Sergeant Miller.

Right -o.

I can assure you, Lord Ashfordly, that every effort is being made.

Yes, I do appreciate that.

Yes, I... Yes...

Sarge, what are you sitting there like a lemon for?

You want to know about the burglary, Sarge?

No, I want to know where Lord Ashford his Land Rover is. And you're not going

find it sitting there on your backside. Now get to it, Sarge.

Morning, all.

Good morning, mate.

It's good of you to join us.

Yes, sorry, Sarge. I've been having a look at Mr Dressler's car.

And you thought it best to observe radio silence while you were following up

this routine inquiry?

That's the point. I don't think it is routine.

Looks like someone tried to run him off the road.

How have you come to that?

He managed to speak to his wife in hospital last night.

Reckons someone tried to kill him.

Did she tell you that?

Not personally.

Dr Trent told me.

How very convenient.

Ashfordly Police, Dave.

Someone steals a valuable painting from his house. Then he's run off the road,

all in the same afternoon. There's got to be a connection.

That's as may be.

It's for you. I think it's important.

Sergeant Miller.

Yes, I am aware of the situation, Dr. Trent, and obviously we're looking into

it.

Oh, is he right?

Yes, well, thanks for letting us know.

Dieter Dresler had a heart attack last night.

He died in the early hours of this morning.

Sorry we're late.

We had an early morning recce. And did you see an eagle?

Oh, yes.

Magnificent one to David. You'll not be disappointed.

No. But we thought, for a taster, we'd take you to see the Castro's.

Special treat for Mrs Powell.

Oh, please call me Hillary.

Well, let's go then.

I'm leaving you in the capable hands of David.

Not for nothing is he known as the Birdman of Aidensfield.

Hey, what are we going to do, walk?

I think your guests might prefer it. I mean, you see more and it's not far.

Hildy, this is Sergeant Miller and Constable Walker.

We're really very sorry for your loss, Mrs Dressler.

My husband was murdered, Sergeant. What are you going to do about that?

Well, we know his car ended up in a ditch, and there is evidence to show

might have been forced off the road.

Can you think of anyone who might want to kill your husband, Mrs Dressler? Oh,

many have tried, believe me.

But that was years ago. Right now, top of my list would be Sir George

Bolton.

Who's he?

A collector.

This last week he has been hounding Dieter, insisting that he sells him the

money. But Dieter said no.

This is the painting that was stolen.

Worth quite a bit, I gather.

It is not worth my husband's life.

Forgive me, Mrs Dressler, but was your husband the rightful owner of the

painting? It's hung on their wall for over 20 years, to my knowledge, Sergeant

Miller. I don't see how that question is relevant.

Do you think that my husband is guilty of some crime, Sergeant?

No. I'm just trying to establish the facts.

Dieter bought it for $50 from a Red Army captain who stole it from a

Gestapo officer who stole it from Goering's private collection who

stole it from the rightful owners who undoubtedly perished in the gas

Are those the facts you need, Sergeant?

To bring to book my husband's killer?

Goodbye.

In the end, it comes down to one thing.

Did the accident cause his death or not?

He was a very elderly man in poor health.

I'm not even sure the post -mortem will give you a definite answer.

Which leaves us with the stolen painting.

Sir George Broughton's friends with Lord Ashfordly. Should I try and track him

down?

Actually, he's staying up at the hall.

I met him at a dinner party there last week.

Not a mark on him.

What's that? Mrs. Jester's rung about him trying to run the old boy off the

road? On the face of it.

I'm surprised you don't get invited to his lordship's dinner parties, Walker.

It's not my sort of thing, really.

Not worried you might not know which knife and fork to use.

George!

I'm afraid the local constabulary want a word.

With me?

Why?

George, this is Sergeant Miller and Constable Walker.

We're looking into the circumstances surrounding the death of Dieter

Sir George.

Dressler's dead?

So you knew him?

Well, yes.

Good Lord, how did it happen?

He died from heart failure last night.

Immediately prior to that, he was injured in a car accident.

It's possible that he was run off the road deliberately.

Grief. Poor man.

Are you saying the accident caused his death?

We're not certain of that yet. We understand Mr Dressler had a painting

very anxious to buy.

A manet.

I don't see how my private dealings with Mr Dressler are any concern of the

police.

Yesterday, someone broke into the Dressler cottage and took that painting.

What? Good Lord.

Mrs Dressler says that you've been hounding her husband for the last week,

he refused to sell you it. Is that true?

Hardly hounding. I made him a very generous offer.

But he still turned you down.

What do you imply?

That because he turned me down, I went out and stole it?

That's absurd.

Sir George, I have to ask you this.

Did you break into the Drepler house and take that painting?

No, I did not.

Charlie, this is a piece of complete nonsense.

I'm not a thief.

I know that, George.

And unless you have anything more concrete than wild supposition, I

withdraw this monstrous allegation, Miller.

Lord Ashford, you have to understand... No, Miller, you have to understand. I

would take his word before any man's.

If he said he didn't take it, he is telling the truth.

Very well.

We won't detain you any further.

The place was hardly secure.

Anybody could have walked in and taken the painting.

Only someone like Sir George would know the value of it. We're going to have to

take this cautiously.

Ashfordly seemed determined to endorse his friend's good name.

Sir, Phil's radioed in. He's found the Land Rover.

He's bringing it in as soon as scenes of crime are finished with him. Well,

that's something, I suppose.

Well, put the kettle on, will you?

You talk your time.

I thought you were just showing them the kestrels.

What for miles?

What is this, the old sorts?

Tell you what, he knows a lot more about birds than I do.

Oh, well, we know the one thing he doesn't know.

What's that?

Where to find the eagle.

That's just the problem, isn't it? We don't.

Have you no faith in your anti -peg?

It'll take a lot more than that, you know.

Magnificent, isn't he?

What's that?

He's convinced in and all.

Sir George. Dr Trent.

I was hoping to express my condolence to Mrs Dressler.

She's resting. I just gave her a sedative. I don't know... It is rather

important. Otherwise I wouldn't dream of intruding.

You'd better come in, then.

Mrs. Dressler, I'm truly sorry to hear of your husband's death.

Why couldn't you leave him alone?

Mrs. Dressler, I only wanted to buy the painting.

So you admit you are to blame?

No, I don't admit that.

As soon as I saw it, I was determined to possess it. Why does art always have to

be the private property of rich men like you?

You turn everything into commodities.

I would never have wished to harm him.

I swear to you.

He was a frail old man.

I don't want to hear any more about this. Just go.

I'm sorry.

I should never have let him in.

No. We should have kept quiet about the hatchet painting in the first place.

We had it for over 20 years and no one really knew what it was.

But Dieter was determined to do the right thing.

How do you mean?

He didn't want it to end up in some collector's private hoard after his

He wanted it to go to a public gallery.

He wanted to offer it to the country which gave us shelter.

He wrote to the director of the Tate Gallery.

Sounds like a wonderful idea.

Like many wonderful ideas, it went wrong.

As soon as the word got out that Dieter Dressler had lost money, they were

honest like vultures.

Letters, phone calls, offers to buy.

If he just kept quiet about the painting, my Dieter would be alive.

It's been fingerprinted, Bellamy.

Yes, Sarge.

Right. Get it back to Lord Ashford before he makes any more fuss.

Well, there's something they'd like you to look at first, though, Sarge.

Fresh paint.

Black. Same colour as Mr Dressler's car.

Get me that report back as soon as you can.

I want to be armed with solid evidence if this is the car that ran Mr Dressler

off the road.

Now then, let's see.

Yeah, look, about 15 foot from the top there's a ledge.

That'd be perfect.

But how? I mean... Now, all we've got to find is a nest. We've got to build it

with twigs and bits of stuff and that, and then we put the eagle in the nest

the nest on the ledge.

But viewed from a distance, you won't be able to tell it from the real thing.

Any questions?

Yeah, how?

How are we going to get it up there?

Well, it's not that far.

And you've got a good head for height.

We just have a few yards of rope, tight round a bolt or something, and then you

shin down it.

Me?

Lovie, you can't expect me to do it.

A few years ago, I would have been game. No.

No, I provide the brains.

You provide the brawn.

I think that's the best arrangement.

Oh.

Gina told me of him trying to get hold of me urgently.

What's the matter?

He came here bold as brass, full of apologies.

He shall not have that painting, nor shall the others.

It's what I should have done before.

I don't understand.

Who are you talking about?

Sir George Broughton?

Please say you'll help me, Jack. Of course I will.

He was really not a very competent burglar.

Didn't see beyond the end of his nose.

Good Lord, it wasn't stolen.

No. Dieter decided to hide it.

We knew it was only a matter of time before some greedy person tried to steal

it.

I want you to take a check.

Take it and burn it.

Burn it?

It is only canvas and paint. It's not some holy relic. It cost Dieter his

I want it destroyed.

Sent it to scientific examination?

Is that strictly necessary?

Surely the fingerprinting's all that's needed.

We found a dent on the front bumper. Have you had an accident in it recently?

No. No, we didn't think so.

We suspect the person who stole your Land Rover used it to ram Mr Dressler's

and force him off the road.

Good grief.

Could Sir George have had access to the vehicle?

George would never stoop to such a thing.

Are you sure?

He was determined to force Mr Dressler to sell.

He's admitted as much.

Look, Walker, I've known George Broughton for a long time. Let me talk

Well, the test results don't come back till tomorrow, sir. Right, then.

I'll get to the bottom of this.

I don't know what to do.

Hildy wants me to burn it.

Bernie?

She's not thinking straight at the moment.

She really meant it.

You get into trouble, the police think it's stolen, but you should talk to Rob.

Yeah, I do that, and they go straight round to her and accuse her of lying.

Look at it, Gina.

It's an incredible painting.

I can't destroy it.

Fact of the matter is, old chap, the police are just about ready to accuse

I'm sorry I put you in such a difficult position.

Just tell me the truth, George, I won't let you down.

I did not take your Land Rover, nor did I use it to run Dressler off the road.

You don't believe me, do you?

I want to believe you, but good Lord, man, you're as rich as Croesus. So he

wouldn't sell you his wretched painting. Why don't you just go out and buy

another? I told you I was an obsessive man.

Well, where is it, then?

I've had a look round your room. I presume it's in the boot of the Aldis.

You really don't trust me any more, do you? I'm really sorry it's come to this.

I have a position to maintain around here. The police have called me a

respect, but I have to deserve it. You mean because you're a real English

gentleman, not some upstart banker of dubious provenance?

Those are getting too personal. No wish to trade insults with you.

Do me one last favour, Charlie.

Give me 24 hours to sort this out, then I promise you I'll go to the police

myself with the full story.

You don't mean the cliff up above Wade's Beck?

Yeah, she wants me to chin down the cliff on a rope and stick this flipping

stuffed eagle on a ledge.

Just tell her she's being ridiculous.

I can't. Her mind's made up. Even if you manage it, they'll never be fooled.

Well, she reckons they will.

Mr Phelps, he said it'll give her 50 quid if we show him an eagle.

I wouldn't risk my net for 50 quid.

We're very excited about seeing the eagle tomorrow, David.

It'll make our holiday.

Oh, he's very excited too.

You'll have to help me, Rosie.

I can't stand heights.

Now look here.

This isn't what we agreed.

Hatting the old man wasn't part of it.

I should turn you into the police myself.

You look weary.

Always sneaking around in case Sergeant Miller finds out.

It's beginning to get on my nerves.

I don't like feeling at a disadvantage to that man.

Because normally a doctor is better than a humble policeman?

That's just old -fashioned class prejudice.

Why didn't you invite me to Lord Ashfordly's dinner party?

It was a long -standing invitation.

What did you expect me to do? Phone up Charles Ashfordly and say I've got

a new bloke and I bring him? You could have.

Anyway. As far as Charles is concerned, I'm still a married woman.

Who's getting a divorce?

Okay. So the next time you go for a night out with the lads, can I come

But that... Point taken.

This is difficult for me too, you know.

It's just I really... I just like being with you.

All of the time.

And I want to tell Miller to...

Mind his own business.

That I'd like to see.

Stay the night.

Is that wise?

Sorry.

Hayden, to the police.

Walker, it's Matt Crudley.

I'm in the phone box next to the old bridge.

Sir George has been shot.

I've called an ambulance.

I'll be there straight away.

Charlie.

Sorry.

Let you down again.

Don't rot.

What's she doing here?

I have to come over and help out.

Morning, Peggy.

We got the ledge down there, then?

Yeah, that's it.

Right, you get going on the winch and I'll sort out the chain.

I'm gone, I'm gone. Who put you in charge?

Peggy, it's a completely daft idea.

But using the winch on the tow truck, we might just manage it.

So, what's it to be?

Nobody can say I'm not open to suggestion.

Get on with it, then.

How is he doing, Doctor?

It was a long operation, but they managed to get the bullet out.

Good. We'll need to get it over to forensics.

See to it, Walker, will you? And then come back here and you can wait for Sir

George to come too.

Yes, Sergeant. Now, Walker.

Sergeant.

I was wondering if I might ask your help, Dr Trent.

Of course, Sergeant.

I need to talk to Mrs Dressler, or rather I need to persuade her to talk to

rather more frankly than she did yesterday.

Well, I'd be happy to come with you.

Thank you.

Ah, Miller.

This is turning into a very bad business.

Did Sir George tell you who his assailant might have been?

No, but I knew he was in some sort of trouble.

That's why I followed him.

Lucky for him that you did.

David, if anything happens, tell me down. It's all her fault.

Right. Lower away.

I hope you haven't promised to pay her for this.

Shut? Who could have shut him?

Hildy, you told me that all sorts of people were after the painting.

Once it became known that Dieter had it, you received various offers.

We need a list, Mrs. Dresler, of anyone who might have approached you.

I'm not sure I even know.

Dieter dealt with all that.

Might he have...

Mention someone who might have visited him?

Dieter never discussed his business affairs.

It's an old -fashioned habit, I know.

It was his way of protecting me.

There you go.

I've done your mixture.

Ham and tomato and some egg and cress.

That's very kind of you, Gina. Oh, Peggy just rang, said she's on her way over

to collect you. Great, thanks.

I just don't know what to do about it all, Oscar.

No, the whole thing's a mess, if you ask me, Gina. A man's been shot.

And what's this art teacher of yours doing getting involved with all this?

gave him the painting.

She told him to burn it. You can't burn a man, eh?

But none of this is his fault.

Well, he should have taken it to the police.

But it's Hildy's painting.

He's just keeping it safe for her.

Could we possibly have a bit more coffee, Gina?

Oh, I'm sorry, Phelps. It won't be a set.

I know you're dying to get off and find that eagle.

Not really.

My father forced me into birdwatching as a boy.

I hated it.

But now it provides a useful cover.

Blake's hadn't gone to bed.

I could scream.

And the gallant Mr. Blaketon would come running and I'd be forced to shoot him.

I don't want to harm you, Gina.

I just want the painting.

And you're going to get it for me.

Right, David, go across and give Mr Phelps a shout, will you?

Well done, Rosie.

Three -way split. I think that's fair.

You volunteered. I don't see why I should pay you.

Ah, yes.

He's going at a fair whack.

Was that Gina just driven off?

No, Gina were in the back. It was some bloke driving.

It wasn't some bloke. It were Mr Phelps.

And I don't see why he's gone off with her when he's supposed to be seeing my

eagle.

I met Alan Phelps by chance in the gallery at Whitby.

That's when I knew I wasn't the only player in the game.

Who exactly is he?

He turns up at all the big auctions.

Supposedly he's a dealer.

He's known in the art world as the man who can get you anything.

Could be a thief, then?

Something of that sort, I suppose.

I knew Phelps' aim was to get the painting and sell it on to the highest

But then when I knew Dressler wasn't going to sell it to me, I'm ashamed to

I gave Phelps a considerable amount of money to acquire it for me.

Steal it, you mean? I swear to you I didn't know the lengths he was going to

to. You didn't run Mr Dressler off the road then?

No.

It was Phelps.

Get on to the Aidensfield Arms. We need to find Mr and Mrs Phelps.

I'll speak to Mrs. Dressler.

Make sure she knows the truth.

Aidensfield Arms. Oscar, are Mr. and Mrs. Phelps still there?

Well, no, they're not. They've just gone off with Gina in her car.

One minute she's in the kitchen, next minute she's driving off with them like

bat out of hell. I've got no idea what she's up to. Listen, Phelps is an art

thief.

We just found out it was him who shot Sir George Broughton.

Oh, no.

Well, they must have heard her tell me that Jack Hollins had got the painting.

Well, Jack stole it.

Well, it was never stolen.

Mrs Dressler gave it to him.

Call a patient and tell them I need backup at Jack Hollins' place. Right.

Thanks.

Hit the road, Jack.

Don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road, Jack.

Don't you come back no more.

Gina,

I was just about...

No heroics, eh, old chap?

In answer to your next question, we've come for the painting.

This isn't necessary.

You mean you'd just give me the painting if I asked you nicely?

OK, Mr Phelps. I think you'd better put the gun down.

No, Constable.

I think you need to listen carefully to my instructions and then no -one need

get hurt.

Bingo! Well done, darling.

Now, we're going to leave and we're going to take Gina with us.

If you try to stop us, we'll shoot her. Is that clear?

Here's the key, darling. Turn the car around. Right.

Let her go. Take me instead. I already told you, no heroics.

Get off me!

How fast are you?

You reckon you can shoot me before I smash your precious painting?

Shoot him, Al! Shoot him!

Al! Al!

All right, hold still. You're next.

I hope you could join us.

I have spoken to the gentleman you suggested

at the National Gallery.

He was very excited at the prospect of such a gift.

I'll bet he was.

I think it's a very generous gesture, Mrs Dressler, giving local people a

to see it before it goes to restoration.

We've also been admiring your work.

You're a considerable artist in your own right.

I should certainly be interested in adding you to my collection.

I paint for my own amusement nowadays.

And like my husband, I am particular who I sell to.

Pity.

Did you hear that?

It's stubborn to the end.

Thank you for coming, Helen. Thank you.

Don't look now, but Miller's giving us the evil eye.

Well, I'm off duty. It's none of his business.

Are you free next weekend?

Only my cousin's invited me to stay and I thought you might like to come with

me. You don't have to, you know.

I'm not ashamed of you, Rob.

Or the fact that you're a policeman.

There's always been a bit of competition between me and my cousin.

I'd like to show her what a lovely new man I've got myself.

There's no way I'm doing that again.

Well, Linda... Put the tow truck there. It'll do it.

At least if I take it back, I can recoup the money I paid out. What's going on

there, Oscar?

Is it a ramblers' convention?

Oh, these are all birdwatchers. I've had my fill of ruddy birdwatchers. These

are the genuine article.

They've come from all over the place.

Apparently, there's been a sighting of a rare eagle up on the cliffs above

Wade's Beck.

A bird in the hand.

Go on, David, let's introduce ourselves.

Good evening.

Peggy Armstrong, country woman.

I believe you're looking for this eagle. Well, I know where it is.

And he's dead.

Did you hear what I just saw? I heard you. I heard you. Now then, look

Now, if it had taken the route I think he would have gone, it would have taken

him past the east side of the village. I think it was there that something

happened to him. You know, once I ran away when you tried to kiss me.

I want to run away now.