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

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

Good lass. Well done.

Good girl.

Good girl.

Thought any more about my offer, Orson?

I told you.

Puppies aren't for sale.

I'd have thought a few extra quid had come in handy to a chap like you.

Shall we go again, then, lass? Hey.

Come on.

Hey, good girl.

She looks on form.

See you at the trials, then.

Shall we get you in there, Mr. Orson?

Aye. I reckon she might well do this, eh?

I reckon this little fella's taken a fancy to you.

Oh, is he?

Eh?

Best take him home with you.

Well... Oh, thanks, Mr Rawson.

Yeah, thank you.

I will.

Come on, then. Come on.

Well, we've never had the county sheepdog trials here before, have we?

honour, don't get me wrong.

It's just that we need trouble.

I don't think public order will be a problem. Well, you say that, Merton. I'm

relying on you to see that it isn't. But I'm telling you, the public can be a

pretty fickle beast.

At one moment, they're all happy as Larry. The next, the children are

right and tearing the place apart.

Well, I've delegated the matter to PC Bradley. He'll be on hand to quell any

potential rioters.

Ah, George.

Now, here's the man they'll all be coming to see. Well, last year's runner

at the National Sheepdog Trials.

Mr. Harding, you must be glad of the opportunity to compete on your home

One has to show willingness to the local event, I suppose.

I'll catch you later, Charlie, when you're not so busy. Well, now, you pop

the hall for a drink. Oh, I will.

Grand chap.

Have you got a moment, Your Lordship?

What is it, Scripps?

I've already told you.

I'm not interested in hot dogs or any of your other rubbish.

Gina Ward is running the beer tent, the WI providing cakes and sandwiches, and

that is quite enough.

As your lordship rightly says, the public can be a fickle beast if their

creature comforts are denied.

Especially if they have to queue for their WI cuppa. Hang on. Maybe there is

something you can do.

Oh. Jabba's providing the portable lavatories hasn't turned up. How do you

that?

Dr. Summerby knows I need a repeat prescription.

I telephoned yesterday.

Anna, I'm sure Dr. Summerby has told you you must come in and see her about it.

She doesn't like to be... How ridiculous is that? It's a waste of my time and

hers. Perhaps you'd like to wait and see her now.

No, I would not.

Come on.

Oh, sorry.

You look like you could do with a drink even more than me.

How about the Edenfield Arms after work?

Do I have to wait that long?

I'm thinking of calling the business Scripps at your convenience.

Comfort and convenience for every outdoor occasion.

Well, it certainly rolls off the tongue.

Eh? What about Bernie Fox?

That sounds even better. Don't involve me in this. I think it lacks a certain

finesse, Gina. I think you should never have let Lord Ashfordly con you into it.

As ever, dear brother, you lack the imagination to seize the opportunity.

Sheepdog trials are just the start, Bernard.

There's all sorts of outdoor events that require lavatorial facilities.

Surely you need equipment. I've got equipment, Bernard.

I've got two old army tents, 20 gallons of disinfectant and half a dozen buckets

galvanised, which I purchased this very afternoon.

Well, at least you kept your capital out laid down.

Exactly, Oscar.

I'll be a millionaire in ten years.

All I want to know is who'll be emptying the buckets.

Oh, David, where have you been all day? I've been rushed off me feet.

Well, Mr. Orson, he let me watch him practice with his dogs.

And he's given me something.

What is that?

Oh, it's a ghost.

And his name is Rover.

Did you think of that name all by yourself?

Yeah.

She's always so rude, and I just want to give her a piece of my mind.

Not as if there's anything really wrong with her, is there?

Not strictly true. She's got severe anxiety. She has that for some time. Oh,

what's she got to be anxious about? Rich husband, drives around in a jack?

Some people don't know when they're well off.

Yeah, I know what you mean. Anyway, she can't spend the next 20 years popping

tranquilizers. I've told her that.

Yeah, well, you may have to tell her again. She was expecting her

to be there tomorrow without fail. Those were her instructions.

You're looking a bit glum.

No, just talking shop.

How was your day?

Oh, scintillating. I've just spent the entire afternoon turning one of Lord

Ashfordly's fields into a car park.

Bradley.

Lady.

Surprised to see you here, Sarge.

Well, I...

I'll get the drinks in.

Actually, I was hoping to see you, Doctor.

Oh, have you had some division?

Yeah.

They've decided that, subject to the medication, the fact that I'm diabetic

should have no bearing whatsoever on my position as station sergeant.

I should hope so.

That's what I told them.

Thank you.

You are not, I repeat, not keeping that puppy.

I'm going to train him up to be a champion like his ma 'am. When Mr Rawson

he'll teach me.

David, it takes patience to train a sheepdog.

Years of hard work.

And what about Alfred?

Well, they could be friends.

David, if Alfred gets hold of that, he'll think it's his dinner.

You've got to look there. Hey, come on. Come on.

Hey, there.

Where's your mom?

Jack?

Jack?

Jack?

Jack?

Jack!

Jack! Come here, good girl.

Come here, Jess. Good luck. Hey, come here. Come here, baby, here. Good girl.

I'm just taking the children to school.

All right.

I don't think much of your response time, Merton.

What seems to be the problem, Mr Harvick?

This.

I found them on the moors this morning.

Well, is this a police matter?

Sheep die on the moors all the time.

It is when they've been savaged. A dog, you reckon?

Yes, and I want something done about it.

Well, is there a particular dog that you suspect?

Only one dog round here capable of that.

Been a sheep warrior for years.

Never killed before, though.

Any idea who it belongs to?

A neighbour, unfortunately.

Got a pokey little place over the hill.

Name her Tommy Rawson.

I won't give a monkey what George Arden says.

My dog's not a sheep warrior and never has been.

You do admit she was loose last night?

See these fellas?

Two months old.

Now, do you think a bitch with puppies is likely to go off chasing around

countryside? We're not accusing you, Mr. Rawson. We're just trying to establish

the facts.

I've got an out to hide.

She did flip a collar last night, but she never goes far.

Anyway, I've just been out and bought a new padlock for the outhouse.

Well, I could, Geoff, if you make good use of it.

I intend to.

It's a valuable dog, is that?

Come on.

So, what do you reckon, Clark?

Do you think it was his dog?

Ah, probably.

Who knows?

So long as he locks it up in future, I suppose.

Things like this, Bradley, make me miss CID.

I don't know, you seem to be settling in quite well.

Making new friends.

Why don't you get down to Asperley Hall?

The one his lordship gave me grief about his car parking.

You're supposed to fetch it.

And you're supposed to be loading that lorry.

20 gallons of disinfectant won't shift itself.

Mark, I keep telling him to fetch. I don't think he understands plain

That is because he's a dog, David.

Now get him locked up in the house, otherwise we're going to be late.

Fetch!

Right, Mike, I'll tell him as soon as he comes in.

Hold on, Mike, he's here now.

Er, Sarge, Mike's up at the hall.

He says there's a right set -to going on. Something about Mr Harding and the

dog, and his lordship wants you up there to sort things out.

I don't believe that.

The whole credibility of the trial is at stake here.

Personally, I'm not prepared to lend my name to some hole -in -the -wall event

that takes a cavalier attitude to such matters.

Come on, George, that's hardly fair. His dog killed my sheep. That's a damned

lie. I want him disqualified.

Aye.

That'd suit you very well.

You're not even a proper sheep man, you.

Someone else does all the hard graft while you play at being Lord Muck. All

right, come on, let's just calm down, shall we? This is not personal matter.

Not much.

You cannot have a credible sheepdog trials if you allow into the competition

dog which is a known killer.

I think Mr Harding makes a valid point, my lord. Thank you, Blaketon. If the dog

is a killer, it should be disqualified.

Down here's the man who can tell us for certain.

It's business of the sheep savaging, Merton. I presume you've looked into it.

Yes. And do you believe Rawson's dog to be the culprit?

Well, possibly.

It was certainly on the loose last night. I should have thought that was

evidence enough.

Not really. The one thing we're not short of around here at the moment is

Is the dog guilty or isn't it? That's all we need to know. I've really no

Lord Ashfordly, as I'm sure PC Bradley has already told you. This is absurd.

I've no idea what we should do.

Well, innocent until proved guilty, my lord. It's the principle of English law

that has stood the test of time.

Very true.

Thank you, Mr. Blaketon.

So you're refusing to disqualify him?

Well, it would seem so, yes.

Not the answer he wanted, I fear.

You're a young woman, Mrs. Harding. I'm very reluctant to just keep prescribing

you tranquilizers.

That's ridiculous.

How am I supposed to manage?

Look. I know anxiety can be debilitating.

What I'd like to do is refer you to a specialist psychiatric unit. You get a

proper assessment and then maybe... I'm not some kind of lunatic, you know. No,

I'm not... Plenty of women suffer with their nerves.

My mother did all her life. It's probably hereditary.

I just need my prescription and then I can manage.

Surely there's more to life than just managing. If you'd only consider it. You

do good as make me sick.

Do you think my husband would face the idea of me seeing a psychiatrist?

I'd be happy to talk to your husband and explain.

You're not married, are you, Dr. Somerby?

I don't think you understand very much about men.

Well, maybe not, but I do understand one thing.

Tranquillizers are no solution to an unhappy marriage.

What now, Ventress? I'll never get anything useful done today at this rate.

The Chief Constable's on the phone for you, Sarge.

That's all I need.

Good morning, sir. Merton here.

Well, yes, I've just come from Asterley Hall.

Yes, I'm aware of the situation.

Yes, but... Well, of course the... Sir, we currently have about 50 sheepdogs in

the area for...

Yes, I understand.

I will indeed sort it out.

Trouble's had.

It seems I'm at the Harding of Friends and High Places.

Better get your helmet, Ventress.

Lunch. It's on me.

See, are they?

The shuffle's here to witness this.

What are you two lads having, then?

Make mine a pint, please, Gina.

Hey, you can't drink in uniform. Martin'll kill us. Oh, he's not going to

down here, is he? He's not interested.

That's why he's lumbered up.

You'll have a lemonade.

I've been stuck in that car park all morning. This is my dinner break.

I'll have a pint.

Right.

David, keep it still, will you?

I have to keep it still.

I've never had this trouble at El Alamein.

That's because you weren't there.

Bernard, don't just stand there like a lemon. Pass the tent pegs.

Camping out, are you, lads?

Thank you, Gina.

Thank you.

Sarge, I put you two in charge of this operation and where do I find you?

In the beer tent.

We were just... I called them. I was having a bit of trouble.

You're a loyal friend, Gina, which is more than they deserve.

We have work to do.

I want every dog owner here today interviewed.

I want to know where their animals are kept and where every single creature was

between the hours of sunset yesterday.

And sunrise today.

And I want a proper note taken of every interview.

Are you kidding, Sarge? Unfortunately not.

But that's ridiculous.

It is indeed, Bradley, but then being ridiculous is the Chief Constable's

prerogative.

Let's get on with it.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to welcome you all to this year's County

Trials, which I am very proud to be hosting here at Ashfordly Hall for the

two days.

So, without further ado, I'd like to hand you over to our guide and

a man I'm sure you all know, Saskia Blaketon.

Thank you very much, Lord. We've all got two very exciting days of competition

ahead of us, in which we will see 30 of the finest sheepdogs in the county put

through their paces.

And I'm telling you, this year, this course is not an easy one.

So, first up is a local man from Aidensfield, Mr. Tommy Rawson and his

Jess. Come on, Jess.

So, uh, good luck.

Jess is four years old, and your past two years ago was county champion.

So and so, we're all very keen to see her perform for us here today. So off

go, Tommy, and good luck.

Now, Jess has been sent out to the right.

I really don't think you've got too much to order about, Mr. Allen.

I'll not be made a fool of, dar.

Not by some damn clod -hopping hill farmer.

David, have you clocked off or something?

No, I was watching Mr. Orson do his run.

We've left Bernard holding the fort.

Literally. Come on, let's be having you.

Tommy and Jess and the judges have awarded them 98 points.

I'm sure that will be very difficult to beat.

So well done, Tommy and Jess.

What the hell are you doing here?

As if I didn't know.

I thought you wanted the children to come and watch you.

And God knows what you think you're wearing.

It's a dress, George.

One that you...

You're used to light.

Daddy's busy.

Let's see if we can find an ice cream.

Where have you been?

I thought you'd gone to fetch tent pegs. There appears to be a shortage,

Bernard.

David, take over for him, will you?

I've got terrible pins and needles.

It's all right for some. I've dealt with a bee sting and two very nasty blisters

already.

They were good riddance, I say.

Mrs Harding.

I think I owe you an apology for this morning.

I spoke out of turn. It's not for me to... Hey!

Look, come on. Come and sit down. Come on.

That looks like a yummy ice cream.

Wish I had one of those.

Right,

what have we got?

Well, most people train their dogs up at night, and that's about it.

Well, no, some sleep indoors.

I had one woman who lets the dog sleep at the end of the bed, right as it keeps

her feet warm.

I didn't ask for a sociological survey, Bellamy.

So what are you going to tell the chief constable?

The truth.

We've investigated the matter thoroughly and found no conclusive evidence.

Maybe he just doesn't like competition.

A gentleman like Mr Harding?

I'm shocked at you, Bradley.

Well, our next competitor needs no introduction. In fact, he's something of

local hero.

His first big success with his dog, Dar, was last year when he came second in

the National Sheepdog Trials. So I'm sure he's going to impress us today. So

let's hear it for Mr George Harding.

With his dog, Zarr.

And Zarr's been sent out to the left. I hate these kind of jobs, Bradley.

Give me a nice straightforward bank robbery, I need it.

You know what you need, Sarge? A nice cup of tea.

A pair of paint.

He's trying to get them back on course.

He's completely missed the effect hurdle.

than stopping to sniff on the way round.

Pledged two at the cross drive.

That's a disastrous run.

Mr George Harding's not at all happy with Tsar.

Never mind, old chap. We all have our off days.

Who's in the lead?

Rawson, I think.

Still, not to worry. He'll soon catch up tomorrow.

I don't think I can stand much more of this.

I thought this was what you wanted.

This is your idea of making an effort.

I am making an effort.

I thought the doctor had given you something to stop you crying all over

place. She can't prescribe me pills indefinitely.

You'll have to pull yourself together then.

I've had to.

I didn't want it to turn out like this.

I'm not the one to blame, but you don't see me crying in my boots all the time.

No, you just speak to me like I'm a skivvy and not your wife.

You haven't exactly behaved like a wife, have you?

Well, he's never normally late.

So, come on, Mike.

Dish the dirt.

What do you think, Jenny? That's all I know.

He'll end in tears, about my word.

Oh, that's a miserable elf. Why?

Well, he's a tough cat, and she's the last that loves him. It's just not...

Morning, Sarge.

Morning, lads.

Nice to see you. How's that? Bright and early?

Asperley Police.

You seem in a good mood this morning, Sarge. Oh, yes, Mr. Harding. What can we

do for you?

Well, I was.

I've got four more injured over there.

When did you discover them?

Dyer came across them first thing.

Is there any possibility it could have been one of your dogs?

Absolutely not.

My dogs are kept in secure kennels, which you're very welcome to inspect.

You must appreciate, Mr Harding, there's no evidence here to suggest who the

culprit is.

I've told you who the culprit is.

And Mr Rawson has assured us that his dog would be securely locked up

Well, he would say that.

If you kill a dog on the loose, Constable, when are you going to start

the problem seriously?

We are taking it seriously.

If that were true, I wouldn't be standing here with dead and injured

would I?

We're going to get to the bottom of this, Mr. Harding. I can assure you of

I'm not happy about this, Mr. Harding.

Shut up, Don.

There must be some way out of here.

Say the joker to the thief.

There's too much confusion.

I can't get no relief.

Businessmen, they drink my wine.

Plowmen take my earth.

None of them are along the line.

Nobody of it is worth.

Oh, Mr. Orson, do you want to come in? Have you seen Jess?

No. Someone broke into the shed, let her out.

Found puppies by themselves.

She'd never leave them like that.

What's going on?

Mr. Orson has lost his dog.

What, you mean somebody's nicked her?

It must have rained all night, David.

Let's hope it dries out by this afternoon.

I didn't think you made house calls.

Except in an emergency.

Well, I thought if we talked informally, it might help.

A cosy chat. How pleasant.

So I don't see what good it will do.

Maureen, if you can work out what's making you so unhappy, maybe you can do

something to change it.

What if I already know I can't? You seem pretty sure about that.

I am.

Why?

Because I've made one stupid mistake after another.

And now there's no way out.

Okay. What was your first stupid mistake?

I suppose it was marrying a man I didn't really love.

You must have had your reasons at the time.

Yeah. I thought I was being clever.

I married him because he was well off and I didn't fancy being an air hostess

for the rest of my life.

Serves me right, that's what you're thinking, isn't it? Have you ever

leaving? And do what?

He'd cut me off without a penny.

I'm sorry, Doctor, I'm not cut out to be a divorcee.

Now do I get my prescription?

He's taken my dog, I know he has. Have you any proof of this, Mr Rawson? I put

brand new lock on that shed, the one I showed you.

Well, someone took it off with a crowbar.

Well, Mr Harding has just reported more of his sheep have been savaged.

He's suggesting your dog is the culprit.

He just wants me out of the trial.

Knows I can beat him.

What are you saying?

He's deliberately killing his own sheep just to incriminate your dog. I know

he's competitive, but that seems a might extreme to me. He's a rich man.

What's the pew sheep moral left to him?

You ask Bill Dyer. Whatever Harding's up to, he's part of it.

Right, I'll certainly look into it.

I'm going to try and track down Dyer. I think he lives in one of Harding's farm

cottages. Over and out.

Oh, that's all we need.

Oscar,

we'll have to get the water off the top. The whole thing's gone to quack.

Fear not, Gina.

Help is at hand.

Give it a good shove, David.

Very good.

Very helpful.

If I see or hear anything, I'll certainly let you know.

Within a minute, Mrs Harding.

I can't bear this, Maureen.

Go away, Tommy. We agreed.

He's got my dog.

Somebody might see us. You know I can't talk to you.

I just found these in your Land Rover, Mr Dyer. So?

So Tommy Rawson thinks you've got his dog.

I use a crowbar all the time.

I need it for my job.

You weren't too happy this morning, were you? I just want this business cleared

up, OK?

No farmer likes to see a load of dead sheep.

Tell me, is it difficult to kill a sheep?

For a dog, you mean?

For a man with a knife.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Oh, come on, Bill. What's going on here?

I work for Mr. Harding, and I've got an out to say to thee, copper. You want to

start making accusations, make them to him.

Well, I hope he pays you well.

Aye, he does.

It's Bill.

That copper's just been round. I think he's on his way to you now.

Reckons we've got Rawson's dog.

I'm not about to be outmaneuvered by the local plod. And make sure you're here

by one. Don't want to be late for the trials.

When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom Let it be

And in my hour of darkness She is standing

right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom Let it be.

Let it be.

Let it be.

Let it be.

Let it be.

Yeah, there will be... What are you doing, George?

I should have thought that was obvious. If you scream, it's going inside the

house. Whose dog is that? It's not one of ours. I caught it worrying sheep. The

police won't do anything, so I'm quite within my rights to shoot it.

It's Tommy's dog, isn't it? Go inside, Maureen.

You really are completely... Don't start blaming me for this.

What do you think you're doing?

Leave that alone!

I am not going to let you do this!

Stand aside and help me!

I

found

the animal this morning in one of my fields.

It was after the sheep.

Dyer was there too. He'll confirm it. We obviously managed to catch the animal.

Why didn't you call us?

Martin, I'm fed up with waiting for you fellows to get round to taking some kind

of action.

Well, an alternative version of events might be that you broke into Mr Rawson's

shed, stole his dog and brought it back here to kill it.

I hope you have some evidence for that monstrous allegation, Constable.

As you know, I'm not a man without influence and I don't intend to be

by the police.

We're merely trying to establish the facts, Mr Harding.

Good.

Well, I shall be applying for a court order to have the dog destroyed.

In the meantime, I presume you'll hold it in custody.

I hope I can rely on you, Merton, to keep it securely locked up.

Yes, Mr Harding, you can.

She'll go mud in here.

You can't keep a sheepdog shut up like this. It's only temporary, until we can

find some secure kenneling.

At least you stopped him shooting her.

Grateful for that.

Actually, Mrs Harding stopped him.

Well, if he goes to court, it's his word against mine.

And he's going to be on bench, eh?

All his mates.

Well, good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the second and

day of the county sheepdog trials. Now, there has been development overnight.

And as a result, the committee have decided that the overnight leader, Tommy

Rawson and his dog, Jess, has sadly been disqualified.

Now, I know this is unfortunate, but we do have to move on. So the first

competitor today is Mrs. Alison Salisbury with her dog, Bryn.

I can't believe why Harding would go to such great lengths to get another

competitor disqualified.

Come on, Mike.

Just because Harding's a toughy -no -so -so doesn't mean he's lying.

The whole thing's a thing.

Stop playing detective.

We're here to do the car park.

And the sheep are wanting to pull off to the right and Brent's trying hard to

get them back onto line.

He's come to trouble.

You couldn't shoot me, dog.

So you're going to court to buy yourself a result, are you? I'm not arguing with

you, Rawson. No, you haven't got the guts to fight man to man.

Trying to destroy me bit by bit. Come on, Tommy.

It's not going to get you anywhere.

You know, Bill, I used to have a bit of pride.

Just because you lost the farm doesn't mean you have to end up at Shipman for

the likes of him.

Go home, Rawson.

I'm sure Constable Bradley will find a cell to put you in.

But this is more fun than watching sheepdogs, eh?

Poor Mr Rawson.

It's not fair, is it?

Do you think I should give her all back to him?

Oh, he's still got the other puppies, David.

Haven't you got a beer tent to run, Gina?

I was only saying.

I think that's a very nice idea.

Before coming through, we've lost her one point.

Mr. Orson? I've been thinking.

You can have her over back if you like.

Mr Verney's not that keen on me keeping him in anyhow on account of Alfred.

Gets jealous, you see.

Oh, well, you'll soon be able to train him up so he's a champion, just like his

man.

You're a good man, David.

Jealousy's a funny thing.

No difference in dogs to in people.

On balance, I think I prefer dogs.

Whiskey, Cheshire, please.

It's a bit early for serious drinking, isn't it, Bill?

You planning on getting pie -eyed?

Aye, that's exactly what I'm planning.

What's all this about George Harding trying to shoot someone's dog?

Oh, you don't want to know. His wife's a patient of mine, not a happy lady.

Who would be, married to a bloke like that?

Wouldn't mind driving around in a car like that, though.

You won't get that on a policeman's wages.

And even a sergeant. Don't be so sneaky.

Can you do something, really?

A domestic?

I don't think so.

On second thought... Let it be.

Let it be.

Let it be.

You're very lucky to have got away so lightly, you know.

Most of the damage seems to have been to the car.

I'm sorry, George.

It's only money.

Probably time you had a new car anyway.

Would you like me to leave you alone?

Oh, no. No.

No, I'd better get back to the ring.

I'll miss the final round.

That is, if everything's all right. Yep, it is.

I'll be fine.

Pity I didn't crack my skull.

At least then I'd get a few days in hospital.

You can't go on like this, Maureen.

Yeah, I know that.

Oh, I suppose you're going to do me for dangerous driving, Constable Bradley.

No, there's someone here to see you.

Tommy.

Don't worry, he didn't see me. I waited till he'd gone.

I thought we'd agreed not to see each other.

I just thought to see you're all right.

Oh, this is all my fault, isn't it?

He's harder than Tommy Wilson, eh? Do you think I'll let them know?

Well, it certainly explains a lot if he does.

Where are you going?

Tell Tommy I'm going to get him back into the competition.

Perfectly safe, ladies. Let me give you... There we are.

Right.

Show me again, please.

Why don't you have a sandwich or something?

Open some of the booze up.

There, here he comes.

Sherlock Ruddy Holmes.

Bit early to be getting drunk, isn't it, Bill?

I went to school with Tommy, you know.

Our farm was just over hill from Rawson's.

Did you know something was going on between Tommy and Mrs Harding?

The lass has always fancied Tommy.

Lonely life being hill farmer, though.

Me. I couldn't stick it.

Is that why George Harding was so determined to get his own back? Because

knew something was going on between Rawson and his wife?

Aye, probably.

Who likes his own way, does Mr Harding?

Bill.

Did you break into Rawson's shed and steal his dog?

She was always a lovely dog, Jess.

Come from a good litter.

Mind you, it was obvious from the start.

She was one a bit champion.

How are you feeling?

Just a bit shaken up. I should go home and get some rest.

I need to collect the children from school.

I'll drive you.

No, Tommy. I've told you, it's not going to work.

You can't stay with him. Not now.

He treats his dogs better than he treats her. Well, maybe I deserve it.

Look, you tried to make a go of your marriage and it just doesn't work.

You're entitled to... to be happy, Maureen.

So am I.

Do you think for one moment he'd leave us alone?

Be realistic.

I'd lose my children.

I'd lose everything.

Could you give me a lift, Doctor? Well, of course, but... Look, are you

sure you're doing the right thing?

Yes.

What am I going to do?

Go and live on some grotty little hill farm? We'd be at each other's throats

within six months.

Well done, Zarr.

That's a good clean pan, which Mr George Harding will be pleased with.

Well, that was an excellent round for Mr George Harding and Zarr, putting him

firmly in the lead with 185 points.

Well done, George.

I've told them everything, Mr Harding.

Have you now?

We killed the sheep ourselves and took Tommy's dog.

Ourselves?

You appear to be drunk, Dyer. Well, I hope story does seem to make sense. I

think story's probably right, Constable. I hope you're not going to take

seriously any drunken allegations made by this former employee of mine.

Well, you see, the thing is, George, this business of your wife and Rawson...

What? Well, if you carry on with this and go to court over Rawson's dog, well,

it's bound to come out, isn't it?

It's a damned lie.

Oh, the fact that your wife and Rawson are having an affair does seem to be in

rather common knowledge, old chap, doesn't it?

And if you persist with this vendetta, well, you're going to look the most

complete fool.

I'm sure you'd rather avoid that, if possible.

What?

He's still out.

Dyer is prepared to make a full statement once he's sobered up.

We can charge them with the theft of your dog.

Oh, I don't reckon I'll bother with that.

There's been wrong on both sides.

Chance to meet him fair and square in the ring.

That's all I ask.

Well, knows your chance.

Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please.

I do have a special announcement from the committee.

We, the committee, after a full investigation, have reviewed our

Tommy Rawson and Jeff and have decided...

to let them continue in this year's competition.

Now that's really good news.

So let's welcome them back into the ring for their final run.

Tommy and Jess!

What on earth is going on out here?

I mean, I pay you to do a job and you put your feet up.

I've temporarily delegated operational control to my assistant, your lordship.

You can jolly well come and undelegate it.

What was it you were saying? Strips about the public getting beastly?

Ladies!

Ladies, please!

Let us not forget that we are late!

Well,

the judges are scoring that as a perfect run. So it's a full 100 points to Tommy

Rawson and Jeff.

Well done, Tommy.

Is she going to leave us?

I doubt it.

Turns out they're better suited, don't you think? Right, this is the moment

you've all been waiting for.

Here are the results of this year's county sheepdog trials.

In third place, Alan French with 165 points.

In second place, George Harding with 185 points.

With the winner and this year's county champion...

Scoring 198 points, Tommy Rawson and Jeff.

Come on.

Well done, Tommy.

You see, the thing is, Alfred, is that I don't want you to take this personal.

I know you're never going to be heard.

You're a champion sheepdogger out like that.

It's like Mr Vernon said.

It's terrible hard work to run up and down the field all day and going around

the country collecting cups. I don't think I'm cut out for that sort of

do you?

Anyway, I've got something for you.

Sort of a peace offering.

Are we all right, then?

Eh?