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

Harvey, what does a love kiss say in my
memory?

large at school so we need some pine
cones and we need some leaves from the

deciduous trees. Now we all remember
what those are don't we? Who can tell us

what a deciduous tree is?

children here. Well, this is private
property. Get out of here.

Get back to the hunt, Gillies.

You lot shouldn't have split up. This is
Lord Ashfordly's estate. She shouldn't

be here.

This isn't the time to argue, Gillies.
Now get back to the hunt.

You haven't heard the last of this.

Come on.

I'm very sorry if you're frightened.

The children were in danger.

Well, you really shouldn't be here
without Lord Ashfordly's consent.

This is private land.

I didn't realise there aren't any
notices or fences.

Who was that?

Oh, that's Walter Gillies. Lord
Ashfordly's estate manager.

Well, anyway, good day.

How's it looking?

With Ashfordly doubling the rent, it
won't balance.

I'm no accountant, but even I can see it
can't be done.

So what are we going to do?

We'll have to seriously think about
closing the pub.

What?

You can't do that.

You must have missed something.

Let me have a look.

You sound worse than him.

What's the lawyer?

George, jacking it in.

I don't believe it.

We might have to.

Well, this is what I call a crisis.

Sounds like all hands to the pump to see
what we can do to lift these profits,

eh? Well, at last a good cause that I
can get enthusiastic about.

Here, Sarge, have you heard? George
Ward's thinking of giving up the

Arms. Will you be applying for the
vacancy, Ventress?

Oh.

No, Sarge.

Don't count on it.

Rowan, I've just heard there have been
some horses loose up on your patch

belonging to Mr. Ruane. Now, he's
rounded them up, but have a word with

your way home, will you? Yes, Sarge. We
don't want mayhem on the roads again,

now, do we?

No, Sarge.

Wait for him.

Oh, there you are.

Listen, Sarge, you'll have to recall
some lunatic teacher disrupting the hunt

this morning.

In what way, Mr Gillis?

Well, she was trepidating on the estate
with a bunch of kids from Aidensfield

School.

Well, that could have been a nasty
accident.

Sorted out there.

OK.

Would you like me to go up and read the
riot act, Sarge?

Much as I am tempted to send you back to
school, Bellamy, I think Aidensfield is

down to Rowan.

I'll go straight away, Sarge.

That's him!

That's who?

That's him! That's Uncle Claude!

Uncle Claude?

Norman. And just when I was thinking
things couldn't get any worse.

You got a problem?

I have now. What are you doing here?

You got a flat tyre.

Have I?

Oh, yes. So I have. I'm very observant
of you to notice, Norman. Can we help?

Oh, this is Uncle Claude. Oh, mighty
pleased to make your acquaintance, sir.

Jeb's American.

He's in the Air Force.

You know, Norman, sometimes your grasp
of the situation leaves me gasping.

Are you going to change it, then?

I've already thought of that, haven't I?

The flaming spare's no good either.

I've got a new tube at home if I can get
there. Can we give you a lift?

That's very kind of you.

Alfred!

Good one, sir. Good one, thanks.

That's police business, I'm afraid.

What's wrong?

I've had a complaint.

Complaint?

From a Walter Gillies.

Who?

Oh, the ignorant oaf from the hunt.

Well, he was very upset.

I'll give him upset. I only just managed
to get my class away from the horses in

time. Well, you best keep off the
Asherley estate.

They get a bit feudal during the hunting
season.

You're telling me.

Be careful, Mary.

Are you free tonight?

Sorry?

Are you doing anything tonight?

It depends what's on offer.

Well, the local pub looks like closing
down this week to help boost their

profits.

That's doing your bit for the community.

All right, then.

Well, shall I pick you up about nine o
'clock?

Holly Cottage, Wayndale.

Yeah, I know.

Do you now? Mary, just help me. Mary,
will you be careful?

What does he actually do?

He's a quartermaster up at Filendale's.
He's a very clever man, is Jeb. He's my

new business partner.

That sounds like a bit of a
contradiction to me, Norman. Eh?

Don't let it bother you.

Oh, he's got a mate who flies stuff over
from America.

Hasn't got any inner tubes, has he? No,
but he's got records, genes.

Oh, records and genes. You'll have to
save me some of them.

Booze. Hey, now you are talking.

I sell the stuff on. It's easiest money
I've ever made.

I see you've made yourself at home.

Would you like to take a drink with me,
sir? What have you got?

Bourbon. You ever tasted it? Not for a
long time. I'll let you remind me.

Norman, your uncle is a man after my own
heart.

You tell him about our proposition.

Ah, well, I would just come into that.

While I'm waiting, why don't you tell
me?

Oh, we've got an import business. Your
nephew and myself.

Oh, he did mention that.

I'm billeted in a small house in Whitby.

Business is booming.

I need more storage space.

Well, I could sort that out for you, but
you'd have to pay a rent.

Of course, Mr. Greengrass.

Would you prefer dollars or pounds
sterling?

Either or both, so long as it's cash.

Would you like another, sir?

I'd like to see somebody try and stop
me.

I'm glad to see you've got them back in.

Sergeant Blaketon's had a call.

They miss now, do they?

Somebody must have opened that gate.

Well, who'd do that? Oh, I don't know.

Kids, hikers.

I'll be keeping an eye out.

I can't afford anything else to go
wrong. Not the way things are at the

Bad, is it?

I've got three of Lord Ashfordly's
horses here at livery.

He hadn't paid his bill for months.

I tell you, if it weren't for Ernie, I'd
have jacked it in below.

Tell Blaketon I'm sorry. It won't happen
again.

Yeah, all right, Bill.

See you.

All right.

Sorry, I'm not ready.

Come in, I'll be two seconds.

Sorry about the men.

I'm usually so tired after school, I
just collapse in front of the

How did you get this place?

My mum and dad's holiday cottage.

So where do they live?

Yours.

Yeah, yeah, sorry, I was just looking at
the photos.

Shall we go then?

Yeah.

The thing is, this place has stood still
too long. It's been a time warp.

You need food, not to get more people
in.

Well, we do pies and sandwiches.

Mmm, proper food.

Chicken in the basket, scampi and chips.
Oh, here, here.

Oh, and how am I going to do that?

You've got a kitchen.

Yeah, we've got no equipment.

Ah, what about music nights?

We've tried that.

What, same night each week? You've not
tried that, have you?

So you've got to advertise it.

Post it.

Put it in the paper.

You see, at the end of the day, that...
Hey, Vic.

Hi, Nick.

All right, what are you all drinking?

You're a dark arse, Nick.

I don't see anything going on there.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Nick, it's Blaketon.

I hear he crossed thoughts with our Mr
Gillies.

He could say that. Where does he get his
airs and graces from, anyway?

Comes with a job, I suppose.

Working with the aristocracy, living on
the Asperley estate. And rubbing

shoulders with the hunting fraternity.

You don't approve, I take it?

The unspeakable in pursuit of the
uneatable.

Do you ride?

I used to have my own pony. I want to
start again, but I need to find a

Well, I know someone who owns a writing
table.

I could take you up there tomorrow.

That would be great.

Cheers, Phil.

Phil, there's a bit of an intruder seen
out at Shepherd's Cottage. He wants me

to go up there. And you want me to go
with you?

Yeah, cheers, mate.

Sorry about this.

That's all right.

Oh, I can give her a lift home if you're
not back by closing time.

Thanks.

It won't be long.

You stay there.

It seems quiet enough.

I'll check the front door, eh?

Yeah, I'll go round the back.

Ah!

Bill?

You all right?

Get him! Get him!

Go on!

Do you want to hold a Yorkshire in our
business?

Good morning, Mr. Greengrass, sir.

You must be joking.

We've got a delivery for you. I've not
had time to clear any space yet.

That's all right. Norm will do it. All
right.

I'm having it in the workshop.

Will you join me, sir?

Can I duck?

Come in.

I can't believe this has happened.

Was he still in the house when you got
here?

Yeah, he dumped Phil Bellamy as he made
a dash for it.

Is he OK?

Yeah, he'll be all right. Now, do you
know exactly what's missing?

The clock with the most valuable piece.

An anniversary present.

Cost £200.

Anything else?

My jewellery box had a few family rings
in it.

Candlesticks.

Thick, no solid silver.

Enough boxes have gone.

Martin's a collector.

How many were they?

Oh, I don't know. You'll have to ask
him.

I'll phone him.

All the good stuff, Nick.

Yeah, well, whoever it was has got what
they wanted. They won't be back.

It's the thought of somebody being here.

Going through all your things.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't worry.

When you've checked everything, make a
list of...

All the missing items on the list of all
the casual callers to the cottage.

Do you think we'll see any of that stuff
again?

Well, we'll circulate the list. There's
always a chance.

How about this, Mr Greengrass?

It's not really my style.

No? You'd have to throw two of them
together to fit round in, wouldn't you,

Uncle Claude?

You're auditioning for a thump round the
edge. I mean, where are you going to

get rid of this lot?

Boutiques in Leeds, Darlington, York.
They all want them. I know what you'll

have, Mr Greengrass.

How about that, that picture?

Hey, I hope you don't think this is in
lower rent.

It's a present.

A thank you.

Thank you.

You look as though you need a hand.

I'm fine.

Maggie's taking me up to Rowan's riding
stables.

Do you know him?

Yeah, yeah, it's last night.

Look, I just came to say I'm sorry about
last night.

That's OK.

Do I get another chance?

Maybe.

Did you do anything tonight?

No.

Well, how about dinner at my place?

Oh, you can cook too.

No, Eileen's made a casserole.

Well, would you mind if I come?

I don't see why she should.

Oh, there's my lift.

OK, what time?

About seven, and you can see Katie
before she goes to sleep.

OK.

Luckily tonight.

You want to be careful, you two people
will be gossiping. It'll give them

something worthwhile to talk about.

Ready when you are.

Ah, George.

Give us a scotch and a pack of the
crisps.

That'll be three and seven.

Stick it on the slate.

Not anymore.

What? New policy, Claude.

No pay, no drink.

Fine, when you're ready, George.

So, how's things up your way?

I'm on my own at the moment.

Ashfordly's had it.

He's got rid of the cook, the gardener.

He's precious, but I'll be next.

They want me off the estate so he can
sell his cottage.

Does that mean you'll be leaving Gabe,
you see?

I hope not.

I don't think he'll buy my own place.

Here we are.

Thanks, George.

George, George, can I have a word?

Excuse me a minute.

Yes, Claude, you found some money?

No, not exactly.

Well, I told him what the crack is. I
know, but I might have a bit of a

proposition that'll be to your advantage
and mine.

Are you still going to the concert
tonight?

Well, I'd like to. Is there a problem?

No.

No, I just thought I might invite
someone over.

Oh, is he?

Yeah, I was going to ask Joe Weston.

The new teacher?

Yeah. What a good idea.

So it's okay, then?

Of course it is.

Great.

What am I going to do?

I've got nine horses to feed here.
Sorry, Bill.

There's only enough left for a couple of
days.

The boss said no money, no fodder. But
I'll be able to settle up with you soon.

I've always been straight.

Come on, man, what's wrong with you?

Can't do it.

Not even two bags.

It's out of my hands. I'd lose my job.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time a
couple of bags have gone astray.

Dad. Get your hand off me doorbell.

Dad, come away.

There's other places I can go to. You
think on that.

We're having a bad time, though.

Maggie, I'm sorry.

It's quite different from the opinion.

Oh, Annie, this is Joan Workerton. Hi.
Hello.

We met the other day, and I was
trespassing.

I remember.

It's good to see somebody stand up to
Walter Gillies.

You'll be riding with me today. I'm very
rusty.

Oh, don't worry. You've got medical
assistance at hand. Thanks for the

encouragement, Maggie.

I've got a quiet one for your first time
out. Good. Annie knows all the best

rides round here.

Right. Well, I'm ready when you are.
This way.

What was the row about, Bill?

Oh, it wouldn't leave me any fodder.

People don't... pay their bill so I
can't pay mine.

I'm at my wit's end, Maggie.

Another week like this and we've had it.

Where was the burglary, Sarge?

Cheers, Bill.

Jameson's, Lee Cottage, over at
Scoresby. They found it when they got

their holiday this morning.

Much been taken?

what they wanted.

It's beginning to sound familiar, Sarge.

We're on our way back now.

Out.

That's something I've always wanted to
do.

I applied for the mounted division.

Really?

Good grief. I thought we'd had it then.

Wretched animal.

You all right?

Hell yes.

No thanks to that animal, though.

Oh, yeah.

I'll go and fetch him.

Any idea who it belongs to?

Looks like one of Bill Ruane's.

What's wrong with the man?

Let the place go to pot.

Bill Ruane, eh?

This time I'll talk to the man myself.

Well, look who's here.

Hello, Gina. Two pints of your very
best, please.

What brings you back here, then, Norman?

Well, we've got a bit of business in the
area.

Oh, this is Jeb.

Hiya. Good to meet you, Gina.

You're not from round here.

Neither are you.

Liverpool. Most famous accent in the
world.

Is that right?

Do you know any of the Beatles?

Well, not personally, no.

Ah, pity.

Will you join us for a drink?

Yeah, I'll have a baby shum then,
please.

So what sort of business are you in
then, Jeff?

Oh, we're selling records, garments, all
genuine, original American product.

Like me.

What kind of garments?

Norman, go fetch me a leather coat.

I want to see what Gina looks like in a
leather coat.

I can't afford one of them.

Who said anything about paying?

Go on, Norman.

Jean is just the kind of advertising we
need to promote these things. What do

you say?

Honey!

What is it?

There's something in this feed.

What? I don't know.

What the hell's happened here?

Someone's knocked it over.

Someone or somebody.

Problems, Mr Ruin?

More like a disaster.

The dirt seeped into all my feet. I'm
going to have to chuck the lot.

Well, I'll give you another disaster.

One of your horses on the public highway
again. This time, leaping out in front

of a police vehicle.

Well, it can't be one of mine.

I've only checked them an hour ago.

They're all in.

Well, secure.

Evidently not.

That horse of yours could have caused a
nasty accident.

And if anything like this happens again,
you'll be prosecuted.

Well, I managed to catch him for you
before he caused any more trouble.

Thanks, Walter.

I checked that gate.

Somebody must have let him out on
purpose.

No, surely not.

And the dirt's all in the last of his
feet.

Well, you sound in a bad way.

No, it's wrong.

I don't understand why these things keep
happening.

Well, your daughter's very young.

There's a lot to be going on with.

Annie? Oh, it wouldn't be her fault.

She'd sound as a pound.

Yeah, well, this... This takes a lot of
keeping up.

I mean, perhaps you should think of
selling after all, eh? I told you

Walter, I won't be selling.

If Annie's future this...

Okay, see you.

French clock, canteen of cutlery, 78
pieces, 18th century solid silver

teapot. Yeah, looks like it took the
place out beforehand.

Claims the shepherd's breaking.

I reckon there's a local connection to
all this.

What about a list of coolers to his
property?

Well, green grass is common to bull. It
wasn't him that thumped me.

Peg sellers, fishmongers?

Tourist looking for relatives?

Well, whoever he is, he might still be
in the area.

I think we should warn some of the
bigger houses.

Rowan, call in on Lord Ashfordly.

Right, sir.

Yes, that is.

Mr Gillies.

Constable Rowan.

What can I do for you?

Is Lord Ashfordly here?

Our family's in London.

Any staff about?

Staff?

No, I'm the only one up here now.

Got rid of the rest.

Economies.

There's been a couple of burglars in the
area.

They're after antiques.

What sort of things?

Well, silver mainly.

Candlesticks. Cutlery.

What place is the warning?

It would just make sure you keep the
doors and windows locked, Mr Guinness.

It's a beautiful baby.

Yeah, yeah, it's a beautiful mum.

Eileen, do you want to go after the wine
before you eat? Oh, no thanks. My lift

just arrived.

Thanks for cooking supper.

Bye. Bye.

Hey there, George.

I thought you were here for a delivery.

You owe me two quid.

I'll take it off your slack.

Thank you very much.

This isn't whiskey.

It's bourbon. It's American whiskey.

Who's going to drink that? Me, for a
start. Pour me a big one.

I'll have it in place of the delivery
charge.

What delivery charge?

The one that would have been on the
invoice if I'd have given you one. Come

get pouring.

So what made you choose Aidensfield
Private?

Well, I've offered the job.

That's not your first though, is it?

No.

I just felt like it was time to move on.

I don't like cities. I'm a country girl
at heart.

What else do you want to know?

Boyfriend?

Sorry, I didn't mean this to be an
interrogation.

Oh, Paul, are you out there?

Aidensville Police.

When?

Are you still there?

Okay, I'll be up as soon as I can.

Right.

There's been a break enough at Asherley
Hall.

I'm really sorry about this, but I've
got to go up there.

What about Katie?

Yeah, I'll phone Maggie. She usually
helps out in emergency.

It's all right. I'll stay and babysit.

You sure?

Of course.

Why don't you take my car?

Right, yeah.

I'll try not to be too loud.

You all right?

Not exactly, no.

I tried to run after him, but I couldn't
catch him. Did you see who it was?

Oh, he was wearing a mask.

Was he playing anything?

I should think so, yes.

Which way did he go?

I don't know. He hit me pretty hard. I'm
still dazed.

Neither can I.

What fat are you using?

Dripping. Good.

When are the chickens coming?

Well, he promised me ten o 'clock.

Plucked.

Well, I flippin' well hope so.

How are you feeling this morning, Mr
Gillis?

I'm all right, apart from my head.

Have you remembered anything else about
last night?

No, not really.

Well, no one unusual hanging round the
place?

No.

Oh, well, there's no Bedford van parked
up at the top of the drive.

It was maroon, I think, with a green
canvas back to it.

Well, did you see who was in it?

No. We get a lot of courting couples up
this way.

I don't like to disturb them.

We'd better follow it up, just in case.

Yes, well, I've got that inventory for
you here.

Yesterday afternoon.

Yes, what time?

How are you getting on, Ventress?

I'm sorry, a carriage clock.

Right. Thank you, Mr Black. Thank you
for your help.

Well, there was nothing from the local
pawnbrokers, but Mr Black of Whitby says

that Bill Ruane pawned a carriage clock
yesterday afternoon.

Bingo.

What are you two doing here?

Walter Gillis remembered seeing a
Bedford van parked near Asperley Hall

night, Sarge.

And Bill, Rowane's got one.

Is he in? No, Sarge. Well, Rowane pawned
an antique clock in Whitby yesterday.

Matches the description of one from the
burglaries. So we'd better take a look

around. Bellamy, you start in that
stable over there.

Morning.

Something wrong?

It's your dad about, Annie.

Gone to fetch some feed?

What's wrong?

We think there might be some stolen
property on the premises.

What's going on?

Sarge!

Candlesticks, trophies, false underwear.

Ruane, I'm arresting you on suspicion of
burglary.

I've no idea where it's come from.

This is Lord Ashfordly's property, and
it was found tucked away in one of your

barns. I've never seen any of this stuff
before.

You go to Ashfordly Hall, don't you?

Not to dinner, no.

Don't try to be smart with me, Rowan.

I've done no wrong.

Really?

Then tell me about this antique clock
that you pawned in Whitby yesterday.

It's a family heirloom.

You can prove that, can you? Got a
receipt of you?

It belonged to my wife.

You're short of money, aren't you?

Finding it difficult to pay your bills,
aren't you?

It's common knowledge, Bill.

You don't think this has anything to do
with me, do you? It's me you have to

convince, Rowane.

And it looks as if in order to extricate
yourself from your financial mire,

you've been paying little visits to
local houses in the middle of the night.

What? The Shepherds, the Jamisons and
Lord Ashfordly.

This isn't down to me.

What's happening?

All is being held under suspicion of the
Asperley Hall job.

I can't believe it. What do you think?

Well, I can't see Bill doing it himself.

Poor Annie.

Is there nothing we can do?

Well, no, not at the moment.

Officially, I'm off duty.

Shall I see you at the pub for lunch?

All right, then.

21! Here!

22!

What number are we?

33.

Get me some crisps. Twenty -three.

Here he is. Make that two, please,
George.

All right, cheers, Phil. Here's one.

Take it to Chris, George.

Up yourself.

What's he doing back in this neck of the
woods?

He's importing leather jackets.

Yeah? He gave one to Gina.

You got a rider, then?

Hey.

Well, look who's here.

Twenty -four.

Right, what are you drinking?

Gin and tonic, please.

Oh, bourbon. 25. I've not seen that in
here before. I'll have one of those,

please. Hiya.

Are you eating? Just please.

What about you, Nick?

No, thanks.

Gina, what's this about a secret admirer
giving you a leather jacket?

Who's been telling tales?

I'll have a word with him later.

Is he here?

Well, yeah. He's over there. Norman!

No, it wasn't him. It was his partner.

He's a real hunk.

You two found my antiques yet? We're
working on it. So I see.

Sue, look at that list of callers you
gave us.

What about it?

Well, wasn't there someone on it looking
for a loved relative?

Hmm. It was an American.

26.

We're leaving.

Why? Because I say so. Come on.

Where are you off to?

Sorry? You're not walking out on me
again, are you?

No, no.

What is it?

Oh, nothing, no.

You're OK.

All right, Norman.

What's in these?

Are they import or export?

Export. I think you missed that bit out,
didn't you?

Did I?

Well, er... Ah, Santa Barbara.

Yeah, export.

Open it up.

No, no, I can't do that, Uncle Claude.
Oh, yes, you can. Get it open.

What's this, then?

It's just a little sideline. Jeb's very
interested in antiques. Didn't I tell

you? Strangely enough, no.

Oh, but he travels all over.

Yes. He's even been to the Jamesons.

Where's that, then? The Jamesons live at
Lee Cottage. That is where I've seen

this. She gets her eggs off me. Yeah,
well, he buys off individuals as well.

You've landed me right in it this time,
Norman.

I don't get you.

The Jamesons were burgled two nights
ago, and this was taken.

I don't know anything about it, honest.

You don't get it, do you?

Rowan is onto you. I want this lot
shifted.

I want it shifted now. Get it in my
lorry and get it out of here.

Jib's meeting me here at two.

Oh, no, he isn't.

What am I going to do, Uncle Claude? I
suggest you emigrate.

Oh, well, I'm the type of guy who never
settles down.

Where pretty girls are, well, you know
that I'm around.

I kiss them and I love them, because to
me they're all the same.

I hug them and I squeeze them, they
don't even know my name. They call me

Wanderer, yeah, the Wanderer.

I roam around, around, around, around,
around.

Oh, I'm a Wanderer, the Wanderer.

I roam around, around, around, around,
around.

What's going on, Claude?

What are you on about?

Where's Norman?

He's gone.

Hey, he took my lorry and all. He just
cleared out.

Where?

I don't know.

So where did you get the bourbon you
sold George?

Norman, Norman gave me it.

Well, it was imported illegally.

You're in trouble, Claude.

Well, he told me lies about it then.

Look, there's been three burglars in the
area.

They were all checked out beforehand.

They all had a visit from an American
tourist, and they all had a visit from

you.

It's got nothing to do with me. I was
just throwing the eggs.

Well, then tell me where Norman and his
American friend are, then.

Come on, Norman, get up.

Hang on.

It's just down the end of that lane,
Sarge. Right.

We'll do a pincer movement.

You two get round the back of them.

Bellamy, on the left. Owen, on the
right.

We'll give you two minutes and we'll
come in.

You got me so aghast in that night.

Let's get them down the station.

I'd like to speak to my commanding
officer about this.

All in good time.

Now, you don't deny committing these
offences.

Why should I?

As a guest in your country, I want to
cooperate with you guys any way I can.

Now, the first break -in was at the
Shepherd's Cottage.

You took jewellery and a war clock.

Very fine piece, sir. And you attacked
one of my officers.

Sorry about that.

And next night you broke into the
Jamesons?

Yeah. I was after some cutlery.

I knew they had some good stuff.

Tell us about your accomplices.

I was working alone.

What about Norman?

I was in a different business with
Norman.

Records, leather jacket.

And what about Mr.

Greengrass?

Oh, no, my good friend Claude Jeremiah
is entirely innocent.

Greengrass is many things, but not even
his mother would describe him as

innocent.

So what about Ashfordly Hall?

I haven't been there.

You broke in last night.

Not me.

I mean, I might have got around to it,
but so far, just the two jobs.

Immunity? Because he's with the U .S.
Air Force, he's got to be joking.

If what that yank says is true, Rowan,
it means your friend, Rowane, is firmly

in the frame for the Asfordly Hall job.

I still can't see it, Sarge. Why not?

He's desperate for money.

He's heard about the recent burglaries.
He's done a copycat job.

But we now know the clock that he pawned
didn't come from one of the burglaries.

What difference does that make?

Well, he's hardly going to pawn his own
clock if he's planning a burglary later

that same evening.

I'll be eccentric, I agree.

Yeah, but what if someone else put that
stuff in the barn? Someone who wanted to

set him up?

I've got the camp CO on the phone for
you, Sarge.

Right, I'll take him in my office.

Have another word with the Ruane, Rowan.

See if you can shed a bit more light on
it.

Here you go.

Thanks.

I hear you've caught some yank.

Yeah, he admitted the first two were,
but we're not the one actually who.

So I'm still being blamed for it, am I?

Bill, can you think of anyone who might
have it in for you in any way?

No.

I get on with everybody, me.

How about Walter Gillis?

You know what Walter's like. He just
rubs people up the wrong way.

No.

He's offered to buy the stables off me
the other day.

He wants to move?

He's got to, hasn't he?

The hospital has given him notice.

Well, I'm sure you do have your own ways
of dealing with things like this, but

this is England, and we have a legal
process.

Yes, well, you do that. In the meantime,
he stays here under lock and key.

Well, I wanted to hand him back so they
can deal with it over my dead body.

Walter Gillies, Sarge?

Yes. What about him?

Well, he's been given notice to leave
the Asperley estate.

Trying to buy a Bill Ruane's place, but
got turned down.

So what if Gillis decided to use these
robberies to get Bill out of the

Gillis?

He was injured trying to stop the
burglar.

If it was only a bang on the head, the
arts could have been self -inflicted.

And it was him that gave us the
information about the Bedford van.

You're saying that Gillis set Ruane up?

Can you prove it?

Mr Gillis!

Yeah, I was just trying to get these
incubators working.

So, you had any luck?

No, afraid not.

Bill Ruane was arrested on suspicion,
but he's got an alibi.

Oh, I see.

Then we arrested an American who
admitted the first two burglaries, but

one here at Ashfordly Hall.

Ashfordly would, wouldn't it?

Oh, we believe him, Mr Gillis.

Yeah, it doesn't quite fit into his
pattern.

So where's that leave you?

Well, it's down to the heavy mob now.

Heavy mob?

CID.

They're coming over from Whitby
tomorrow.

Chief Constable's a close friend of Lord
Ashfordly's.

You recovered any of his lordship's
property yet?

Oh, we're still looking for it.

We think that once we find the loot,
we'll find the thief.

Good evening, Mr Gillies.

We'll take that.

You've put me up.

Yeah, just like you set Bill up.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Save it for later, Gillies.

What have I ever done to you, eh?

Why me?

You're all right, Bill.

Right, Bellamy, Rowan.

Put him in the car.

Hey, Vince.

Hey, Nick.

Have a pint, please, Gina. Bill.

No, I'm not.

Well, that's good it's locked up, saving
the town.

Yep, Blaketon's already crowing to Lord
Ashfordly.

On your own tonight, Nick?

Yeah.

Never mind.

You can't win them all, eh?

Yeah, it's a pity, that. I thought you'd
cracked it, though, mate.

Still, plenty more fishing to see, eh?

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does the love chip in my
memory?