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

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

He's been ill?

Yeah, with chronic chest and heart
problems.

I warned him this could happen. Even
tried to persuade him to retire to her

What about next of kin?

I barely knew him, Mike.

Mr. Ames was a very solitary man with a
punch on for the horses. All I know is

that he came from down south somewhere.

London, I think.

You can't park that here.

Don't worry, Bernard.

Joe will have it in the paddock soon
enough.

Put my customers off. This is a Gary
sort of fairground.

No, you're a real artist, Mr Kidd.
Nothing less than perfection for my

David. I hope that includes the horse.

Oh, lovely horse, Danny.

He has his ways, mine, but so long as
you give him a carrot or two, he'll come

out tops.

Oh, and keep him away from the Ashfordly
estate.

Don't worry, it's nowhere near our
route.

Yeah, Danny and his lordship's gardener
don't hit it off, see.

Just one of those things.

Got another booking.

Mr and Mrs Burton.

Hear that, Joe?

I'll be needing that second wagon.

Be ready before you know it.

We're on our way, Bernard.

Scripps' roaming holidays are about to
blaze a path to new horizons.

Good morning, ma 'am.

What can I do you for?

Is Sergeant Craddock here?

Not just yet, but you have my undivided
attention.

It's all right, Tom.

I'll deal with Mrs Craddock.

How are you keeping, then?

Fine, thanks, Alf.

I was hoping to see Raymond.

He's at HQ this morning.

But he is still with Sergeant here,
isn't he?

Oh, yes.

No changes.

I thought not.

Could you tell him that I'm here, that
I'd like to see him?

He'll find me at the Webfoot Hotel.

Right. I can keep you.

Nice to see you again, Alf.

And you.

What brought her back, I wonder?

She and Craddock are still married.

Yeah, you could call it a marriage after
she took off with a fancy man.

Hey, how do you think he'll take it, her
showing up like this? It's none of our

business, Phil.

Yes, well, it's a sad business.

He seemed a pleasant type, Mr. Ames. I'm
having trouble tracking down the next

of kin.

That's why I can help you there.

You only ever popped in for the
occasional fight.

Set him up, Gina.

Oh, you're starting early.

We're celebrating.

Scripps Roaming Holidays have just got
their second booking.

Mr. Vernon reckons it's going to take
off like a bomb.

Yeah, the kind that blows up in your
face, knowing you lot. A professional

operation run by professionals.

That's all.

It's like he said in the brochure. To
boldly go where no gypsy caravan has

before. Isn't that a con from Star Trek?

More great minds thinking alike, Gina.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Er, Sarge.

You have a visitor today.

Your wife.

Penny was here.

Yes. She wanted to see you.

Right. Um...

Thank you very much. Are you quite sure?

I don't know, but I've already tried
them.

Right, well, thanks very much for your
help.

Any joy?

Oh, nothing. They've never heard of him,
Mr Ames.

The man who died today in Aidensfield,
Mr Ames. We need an extra kin.

Sorry, we're not having very much luck
there. I've tried all the local

philipters, but none of them have dealt
with his affair.

Friends, relatives?

Nothing. He retired here about three
years ago from somewhere down south.

People liked Mr. Ames, but nobody really
knew him.

Right, why don't you better search his
house?

With the due respect it deserves,
Bradley.

Ventress, could I have a word?

This business of my wife.

Did she say what she wanted?

No. She just wanted to see you.

She could have written a letter,
telephoned.

You'll find her at Webster's Hotel,
Sarge.

Ventress, did you mention if she's...
whether she's travelling alone?

No.

Nothing was said about that.

I said I'd find you in here.

Are you alone or are you waiting for
somebody?

No, just me. I'm here on my own.

In that case, do you mind if I join you?

You look well.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

Why did you come back, Penny?

We have unfinished business.

Luthen to Tyre.

Well, you walked out. That seems pretty
finished to me.

I take all the blame, Raymond.

All those years together, they meant so
little to you.

They meant everything to me, but I don't
expect you to believe that.

Are you surprised?

Not really.

But if you felt so hard done by, why
didn't you divorce me? Well, I've got

important things to do than waste my
time in the divorce court.

Yes, your work.

It always was more important than
anything else. Well, my career doesn't

concern you any longer. You're right. I
never could compete with it. Is that why

you've come back?

To bicker?

No, of course not.

But it is clear our marriage is over.

The least I can do is offer you your
freedom.

If you haven't time to divorce me, I'm
offering to do it for you.

Now that's what I call really clever.
Mike, I can't explain... Don't bother.

A man coming out of the bank in
Ashfordly.

What on earth for?

Good question.

Tom, radio in and get Crack here now.

Why? What, you found?

Just do it.

All right, I'm going.

You wish to remarry, is that it?

No.

I'm alone these days.

He left me months ago.

It was a mistake, Raymond.

I don't understand.

I have so many regrets.

I'm sure it's the same for you.

We need to move on in our lives, don't
you think?

Sergeant Craddock.

Excuse me, sir. We've just had a message
from PC Ventress at the police station.

He needs you to return there urgently.

Right, thank you. I'm on my way.

I have to go.

A pity.

We can't talk again, if you wish.

I'd like that.

I'm sorry, I really must go.

Yeah. Duty called.

We found the pictures, then all these.

At first I thought they were photo
albums.

These were the detailed plans of a raid
on a work's payroll.

Banks, post offices, doulas, times,
dates, movements. Each one is a complete

master plan of a serious crime.

So this one refers to Ashfordly? But
this one's incomplete.

It's got the photograph of Ashfordly's
bank together with time, date and

movement, along with the comings and
goings of the chief cashier. I reckon

that's him.

Here, this bag. That's used to carry
used bank notes on their way to be taken

out of circulation.

How do you know?

I did escort duty once.

The banks send the notes to the post
office and then on the train to London

destruction.

Hello, who is it?

Ah, right.

I want all this evidence shifted down to
Ashfordly Station.

I don't know what's going on here, but I
want to get to the bottom of it.

Now, just be sure to keep Danny well fed
and watered, and he'll be no trouble at

all. Is it just grass he eats?

You could try him on bacon and eggs, but
I wouldn't advise it.

I think what my brother means is that he
might appreciate the odd handful of

oats now and again.

Oh, what... We make him some kind of
porridge?

No, no, just put it in his nose bag.
He'll do the rest.

Right, I think I've got the hang of
this. Can we go now?

Yes, yes, off you go.

Now, everything you need is in here.

There we are. Just remember, stick to
the route on the map and remember the

caravan code and you will have a Scripps
roaming holiday of a lifetime.

Certainly one I'll never forget.

Thank you, dear brother, for that vote
of confidence.

Walk on, then.

Anything of interest?

Yes, Sarge, it's confirmed.

The crimes detailed in these albums are
all for real.

Any idea who was behind them? They're
different in each case.

Oh, some of the villains are behind
bars.

But the brains behind them, the man that
planned them all, he's never been

caught. Well, they know who he is. Only
by nickname.

The Bookman.

Well, he researches and plans the
crimes, and then he flogs the ideas on

villains who commit them.

He's a bit of a legend in London,
apparently.

What about Ames?

Never heard of him. And he doesn't
appear to have any form, either.

Oh, well.

Let's see, what does Prince have to say?

Bellamy, get down to the mortuary, will
you? Take Mr. Ames' fingerprints.

Send a copy to Scotland Yard.

Nicholson? You can go with him.

Marjorie.

Sarge, just to be on the safe side, I've
spoken to the bank.

The next shipment of used notes leaves
the day after tomorrow.

If these jobs are for real, what about
Ashfordly?

You may well be right, Ventress, but
we'll need more concrete evidence before

Division takes this seriously.

Bradley, do a check on all visitors to
the area, will you?

Ventress, see what you can find out
about the crimes that have already been

committed.

It's a useless mapper.

Come to the light of me, figure out
which road to take.

Well, uh... Well, look, for goodness
sake, give me that tool.

Oh!

He's eating my fat!

Oh! What,

Mr. Ames was some kind of bank robber?
Well, at this point, it's only a

suspicion, and he was the brains rather
than the brawn.

A retired pensioner. leading an
apparently blameless life.

It's very hard to believe.

Well, we can't afford to give him the
benefit of the doubt, Oscar.

So, what can we do to help you, then?
Well, for now, just keep an eye on any

strangers coming through. Oh, and by the
way, who have you got staying here at

the moment?

Well, we've got three B &Bs and one who
came yesterday.

That chap over there, Mr Hemmings.

He's here till the end of the week.

Do you know him?

Well, this is his second visit. He was
here about a month ago with another

fella.

Mr Hemmings and a Mr Shannon.

Right, what about all the others?

All regulars.

It's just not on, Mr Scripps.

Danny is a sound horse, I assure you.

Derek bought this hat for me on our
anniversary in Jersey.

A Scripps roaming holidays will offer
full compensation, Mrs Morris.

And what happens if that animal attacks
me?

Well, he won't, Mrs Morris. I mean,
Danny only likes nice things to eat.

I mean, horse things.

Well, that's settled.

Now, enjoy your stop at the horseshoe
tonight.

It's an award -winning pub. I know
you're going to love it here.

Come on, David.

And in future, I'll do the talking.

Hiya. Hiya, Tom.

Up your evening stroll?

Evening stroll?

Showing the uniform, if you don't mind.

Asking good -looking girls like you to
sleep safe in their beds at night.

Well, it's hard, but we try to cope.

Things we do in the name of public duty.
Only you knew.

Well, you must tell me about it
sometime.

I will.

Whenever you want.

And if you have any spare time, maybe
one night this week?

Thanks, but I couldn't take you away
from your work.

Don't give us time off, you know, Jenny.

Are we four safe for knowing you're out
there battling for all the helpless

females in Aidensfield?

Yes, sir?

Yes, I'll do that, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Goodbye.

The Division wanted to know how things
were shaping up.

Any news, Ventress? Well, we're doing
our best, Sarge.

I've managed to get a list of all those
known to have been involved with crimes

planned by the Bookmen.

Any of these names familiar to us?

No, they're mainly big hitters from
London.

But if any of those characters show up
here, we'll soon know about it.

Oh, well.

It's a start, I suppose.

Um, Ventress?

You knew my wife reasonably well, didn't
you?

Oh, we've spoken now and then.

Mainly at functions.

Yes. Penny enjoyed talking to you. She
often said so.

I don't have very much to say for
myself.

People can confuse that with being a
good listener.

I remember once that she said that,
um...

You and I had a lot in common. I wonder
what she meant by that.

Well, I suppose it's to do with the job.

You and I spend so much of our time just
being coppers.

Maybe.

Being here gets me out from under Mrs
Ventress's feet at home.

Whereas I never spent enough time at
home.

Well, maybe I'm just lucky.

She wants me out of the way.

Yeah. Thank you, Ventress.

Oh, look, is that Webster's Hotel?

I'd like to speak to a Mrs Craddock,
please.

Thank you.

We're in for two more.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Can I get you ladies a drink? No, am I
around to save again?

No, I'm fine, but thanks.

Do you need tea?

Thanks.

Oh, please, sit down.

Trish, you tell me you're interested in
Mr Raine.

You know he'd contact people outside the
village?

Yes. I dropped round to see him once
with some pills.

He had family there.

Or at least that's what he said they
were.

Did you get to see them?

Just a glimpse between opening and
closing a door.

A youngish bloke and a woman.

And two other men were there, I think.

Older men.

When was this?

A few weeks back.

I apologise for brushing off yesterday.

I'm working on a most difficult case
just now. Of course.

Well, you expect me to apologise for
doing my job.

All I see is that you're much better off
now.

A complaining, discontented wife with
the last thing you needed.

Is that how you saw yourself?

I was terribly unhappy.

I didn't know what to do.

Disconcerting feelings was not exactly
our style.

Well, you could have given me an
explanation.

I suppose he gave you everything I
didn't? It wasn't that. It was me.

I'd reached the end.

He just made it easier to leave.

In your eyes, I didn't exist.

You were my wife, Penny.

Everything I did was for us. That's not
how it felt.

You had no time for me.

Your frustration at being passed over
for promotion, your worries about your

team, your job.

That's what came home to me at the end
of a working day.

Not the man I loved.

Bradley?

Tom had to break it down to get to the
phone.

I'd say that speaks for itself, Bradley.

Any injuries?

No, Sarge.

Apart from a sore shoulder and nearly
getting me a blown off, I'm fine.

So, what have you found?

Nothing stolen, so it can't be burglary.
I think they wanted the stuff that we'd

removed. I'm anxious to clear away the
evidence and know they know about Ames'

death. Look it, we got our hands on it
first.

So what now, Sarge? Well, we're
beginning to get a feel for how these

operate. We know they're in the area.
More importantly, we know they're armed

and that they mean business.

He's got me stolen Cos you wonder why
Man, I was

holding Till your eyes saw that guy Feel
too good

What can you do? What can you do? Can't
seem to control myself How

can I talk to you? Mrs. Griggs.

Alex Burton.

My wife, Linda.

We phoned this morning about the caravan
holiday.

My little brother Vernon is the man
you're looking for.

Great. We'll be staying at the pub
tonight.

Is there any chance we could see the
caravan before we set off?

Might be tricky. I'm afraid Vernon's a
bit tied up at the moment.

Why don't you try again later?

Are you sure it was Danny who did all
this?

Of course I'm sure. He must have broken
free during the night, and this is the

result.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you have breakfast on the
company, and I'll sort out this

little misunderstanding.

Mr. Vernon!

I've found Dunnett. Where is he?

He's in the vicar's vegetable garden.

holiday this is.

Thanks. Bye.

Sarge.

The fingerprints.

They match those held by the yard on the
bookman. He and Walter Ames are one and

the same.

Are they indeed?

At last.

Good work, Ventress.

Any word on Ames since he came to live
in the area?

No. The book, so -called, stopped
circulating about three years ago.

Word was that the bookman had retired
for good.

So why come back to retirement now after
so long?

Trish told me she advised Haynes to move
to a warmer climate.

A month ago, he deposited two grand in
cash.

Two weeks later, he buys this for the
same amount.

It's a house in the south of France.

Point being? Well, he's taking Trish's
advice.

If you were him, why not do one last job
to cover the costs?

Well, now that Division know the
identity of the bookman, thanks to us, I

they'll provide us with the backup we
need.

Also, we know there's one or more armed
men in the vicinity.

Thank you.

Is that not a horse, or is it?

That's what you said last time, Joe.

As long as it pulls the wagon and
doesn't eat everything in sight.

Oh, not swiftly.

You'll find him a very sparse eater.

Goes on pure goodwill.

Anything else my client should know?

He has a mind of his own, like all good
horses.

Stronger than most.

Oh, I like Danny.

Not his fault that nobody understands
him.

That's something you've both got in
common, David.

Two G &Ts, please.

How's your room, then, Mr Burton?

It's great.

If you're part of the room service, even
better.

And you are married now.

See, my wife doesn't understand me.

That's what they all say.

You've got me all wrong, Gina.

I know.

But flirting with the staff costs you
extra.

I'll put them on your room, shall I?

You do that.

Hey, Gina.

Who is that character?

He's one of Vernon's caravan clients.

He's only here for the night.

I'll take my day away from him. He's
trouble.

I think I've seen him before, Gina.

A few weeks ago.

He was visiting Mr. Raines when I
delivered some pills there.

I'm almost certain it was him.

You told Mike Bradley this?

Well, I mentioned I'd seen people at his
house, but I didn't know any of them

were back in the village. Hang on.

All right, you stay here.

I'm going to have a snoop around.

No, I'll go.

I've got to put some linen out anyway.

Argo, be careful.

I wouldn't trust either of them.

I'll hold you, mate.

No more Jack the Lad.

You keep it tight, shut, or you'll
answer to me.

I had to break cover to stop you poncing
about.

I won't happen again, Ryan.

One more thing.

This job tomorrow is a one -off chance
to bag these notes.

If you don't show up, you'd better just
keep on running.

I told you I'll be there.

Well, go on, Swifty.

Off you go.

Go on, you daft thing.

What's wrong with him?

How do I know?

He rained animal refuses to budge.

He's registered as Mr. Parker, but his
real name's Gil Shannon.

He spent time at Albany, Isle of Wight,
for armed robbery.

Are you sure about this? No, yes, Taj,
but we've been expecting him. He stayed

at the Aidensfield Arms a few weeks ago.
Until that time, he used his real name.

So our friend Mr. Shannon has worked
with Amos before.

Exactly, Taj.

Now, the bloke with Shannon is called...
Hemmings. He's booked in at the

Yadensfield Arms.

It's also his second visit to the
village.

Rayleigh!

Penny, I can't talk to you now. Oh.

Excuse us.

I'm here on important police business.

Well, I'm sorry. Will you please listen?
When I say important, I mean important.

I didn't know. Penny, sometimes other
things are more important than your

feelings.

That was too harsh. I'm sorry.

No, you're quite right.

Selfish of me to intrude while you're
working.

I'm sorry.

I apologise for that.

No harm done. How would you like us to
play it, Sarge?

Well, Shannon and Hemmings are probably
the two we need, but without proof,

we've got to catch them in the act.

So, I'll contact Division.

Bradley, you get on to the bank and the
post office, and we'll proceed as

planned tomorrow.

Swifty.

Come on, Swifty.

Swifty.

Come on.

Swifty. Here, come on, come on, come on.

A few more yards and it's all yours.

Oh, what the point?

Perhaps he'd like the rest of my hat.

We've got to let Scripps know.

How?

The nearest telephone box is probably
miles away.

Are you sure Gina got it right? Yes,
Arch. The Burtons are definitely

Hemmings was talking about a hit today.

Notes, banknotes. Well, it confirms what
we already know.

Any word on Hemmings and Shannon?

Shannon checked out at Webster's Hotel
this morning. And Hemmings checked out

the Adenfield Arms, likewise the
Burtons. They've hired one of Vernon's

-drawn caravans with cover, I say.

Right. Now, this is our show.

Division are there as backup if we need
them.

So let's show them what we're made of.

Any questions?

Oh, Mr Verner, look, it's Danny.

John, what are you playing at? I told
you, I didn't want to see that horse

again. Yeah, so you did, but what we're
dancing down with a touch of the colic,

it's Danny or nothing.

Mr and Mrs Burton, I presume.

That's the scripts.

Yorkshire weather, eh?

Is that a wagon?

Can't wait to get going.

Familiar with horses, are you? No
problem. I grew up on a farm.

Oh.

Only this one's a replacement.

His name's Danny.

Don't take him irrationally on. We won't
be going anywhere near civilisation.

Just out on the moors. Close to nature.

Oh, hanging in, Mr Scripps.

Just the sort of clients we welcome at
Scripps' roaming holidays.

Vernon.

It's that Mr Morris. He wants to see you
again.

What now?

He's stuck. Had to walk 12 miles to
telephone us. Sounds a bit upset.

What, the wagon broke down?

Oh, the horse has. Swifty's gone on
strike.

Stopped walking yesterday, hasn't budged
since.

They're almost there, Sarge. They're
close. Quite a well of adventures.

Well?

Money's back, ladies. Why, Sarge?

Not.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I don't understand why they didn't show
up.

What's going on?

Well, maybe they changed their minds.

Ames dead. Was on the trail.

Gina definitely heard Hemmings say it.
Him and his mob were planning a robbery

to take place today.

Well, he's not here.

Where?

What was all that about, Sarge? Don't
ask.

I don't understand it, Sarge. Well, that
makes two of us, Ventress.

And Division aren't too happy either.

Either we've made a mistake or we've
been well and truly let up the garden

Back to the drawing board.

Ashfordly Forest Road.

Next track on the right.

What are these?

The portals I've developed?

Holiday snacks, are they?

Found them in Ames' darkroom.

What? You should have handed them in.

What's the use of a roll of undeveloped
film?

Well, you never know, Tom.

You don't muck about with evidence.

OK. So, I made a mistake.

We can't afford mistakes on a case like
this. What's going on here?

Nicholson found these in Ames' darkroom
after we searched it. I took the gun,

Saj. I didn't report it. I thought he
might speak things up if I had them

developed. The reason why Hemmings and
his mob never showed up.

It was never the bank or the post
office. It was always Ashfordly Railway

Station and the security mailroom. The
mailroom. Yes, that's where the used

banknotes go from this region before
they put on the mail train.

Of course.

Why waste time on the proceeds of one
bank when you're going to have the lot?

Well, the raid hasn't happened yet, or
we'd have heard. What time was the last

mail delivery to the station?

Er, ten minutes ago.

Right, I've got to write quickly.

Nicholson, you stay here at base. The
rest of you come with me. Let's go. What

about the vision, Sarge? No time for
that.

Get on the phone. Ask for backup as soon
as we can.

That's sad.

Great delivery.

Just a report, sir.

I'm raid on the mail depot. Two men
involved.

Their car, a pale green Zephyr.
Registration number, Charlie Lima Alpha

Charlie. Last seen heading in the
Edensfield direction.

Calm down, Nicholson.

Get on to division. Request roadblocks
on all routes out of the area. Over and

out.

Step on it, Bellamy.

You sent us out with not one, but two?

Deranged horses!

They're teething in troubles.

We demand our money back!

I'm sorry, Mrs Morris, but according to
company policy, all we can offer is some

extra free days, courtesy of Scripps
Roaming Holidays.

Do you think I am some kind of
masochist?

Hey, what about all them deposits that
you've taken, Mr... No, David, we have

stick to company policy.

That was then.

until they're out of the car.

Speed in, will we?

Get out of the car, please, sir.

What's wrong?

It's the routine vehicle inspection,
sir.

All right, let's search the car.

What's going on?

It's Mr Hemmings and Mr Shannon, isn't
it?

Did you enjoy your visit to the railway
station?

Railway station? No money, no weapons.

Car's clean, Sarge.

Both clean, Sarge.

Get on to Nicholson, will you? Find out
exactly how much money was taken in that

raid. Sarge, when Nicholson radioed in,
he mentioned a two -man raid, which

means the Burtons weren't there. Maybe
the plan was to meet up afterwards so

money could change hands. Yes, of
course, the Burtons. They hired one of

Scripps' gypsy caravans. We thought it
was a cover, but perhaps it's part of

plan. Well, they won't get very far on a
horse and cart.

Sarge, I've spoken to Nicholson.

He's had Ashfordly Hall on the blower.
Head gardener's made a complaint. Not

now, Bellamy. The complaint was about
damage done by a runaway gypsy caravan.

The same one used by de Burton.

Where's the caravan?

By the kitchen garden.

Peace, please.

To boldly go where no gypsy caravan has
ever gone before.

According to Vernon, his horse used to
work on Ashfordly's estate. He's

developed a bit of a penchant for Lord
Ashfordly's vegetables.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Any intelligent animals' horses. If
anyone deserves a reward, it's that

Sergeant, it's delicious.

Sergeant Craddock.

Yes, sir, it's all in the bag, along
with the money and the weapons.

Thank you, sir.

Tomorrow?

Well, I'll need some time to think about
it.

Yes, sir, tomorrow it is.

Yes, I'll tell them, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Goodbye, sir.

The superintendent has asked me to
extend his deep appreciation for your

efforts.

Add to that, my own.

Very well done.

I want to apologise for the other night.

No, it was my fault.

It was a mistake to come back.

Why did you come?

The truth.

The truth.

I'm not really sure.

Perhaps the feeling there might still be
something here for me.

I don't want a divorce, Penny.

I've been offered promotion.

Yeah, at last.

And to a rank beyond that, I expected.

I'm pleased for you.

You deserve it.

I want you to be happy, Raymond.

Yes, I know that now.

I also know there's got to be more in my
life than a career.

I need the woman I love.

I need my wife.

I've missed you, Penny.

It wouldn't work.

We'd end up back where we started. You
don't understand.

My career means nothing without you.

I took you for granted for years.

And since you left, I've lost sight of
what it feels like to be happy.

You are and always will be the most
important thing in my life.

This is a chance for a fresh start.

A new life.

I'm leaving Ashfordly Penny and I want
you to come with me.

Did you keep up your dumpling?