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

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

Walk me out in the morning too, my honey.

Walk me out in the morning too today.

Can't walk you out in the morning too, my honey.

Can't walk you out in the morning too.

I don't believe it.

Well? A bag.

A bag?

Somebody's picnic.

Stuck down its throat.

I'll kill that fox when I'm done.

Don't talk stupid.

Leave it to them who know the law.

Oh, yeah, the law. I've been leaving it to the law, and now it's done.

How much for the vet?

Just the call -out. As long as we pay the outstanding.

By when?

I weren't listening. No point.

Aren't you going to open, though?

You open.

David, it's a split water hose.

I knew that needed fixing.

Then why didn't you say something?

I did.

But you just said, do you think I'm made of money?

I don't remember. Are you sure?

No, you might have said, do you think I've got money to burn? But either way,

didn't make sense because you never pay the repair bills.

Yes, sir.

I want to speak with him in charge.

In connection with?

That's between me and him.

Well, Sergeant Merton might be busy, sir.

Mr. Barnaby, can I help?

No. Came to you before you did nothing.

Now I want to speak to the organ grinder.

Not the monkey.

What's up?

It's a split water hole.

Oh, do you think you could run me down to Bernard's garage?

Mr. Parnaby has a problem with the right -of -way, Sarge. There's no problem

with the right -of -way, because there is no right -of -way across my land.

And others think differently.

I farmed my patch for eight years.

To fix those, I had no trouble.

So what happened?

Foxton happened.

Mr. Foxton.

Publishers and Thurl's guidebook card. She takes walkers on organised rambles.

He took a parish boundary line off an old map and showed it as a footpath in

of his guides.

I am now plagued with trespassers.

Ah, well, there's the rub, Mr Parnaby.

Trespassing is not a criminal offence.

Not criminal?

When they set fires, open gates, they mess around.

You have evidence of malicious damage.

Of course I have. I've told you people time and again.

But Fox does the business, man, and I'm just a farmer.

Well, that makes no difference to us, Mr. Parnaby. Not much it doesn't.

Look, why don't you get a solicitor to prove your case? Pay up? To prove

something I already know? No, thanks.

Well, if you won't do out, I'll do the job myself.

I'm very grateful to you for this, Alf.

Oh, then you'll be showing your appreciation by way of the police

Do you know you took the words right out of my mouth?

I'll bet.

What's that supposed to mean?

You're not suggesting I'm tight with money, are you? I've heard nothing to

contrary. Why else would you be driving a clacked -out old truck? You're what?

Why don't you put it out of its misery and have done?

Look out!

You all right, Ben?

Yeah.

There may be trouble ahead,

but while there's moonlight and music and love

and romance,

let faith, the music, and dance.

Greetings, all.

Hiya, Guy.

Oscar, you well?

Yeah, I'm just fine. What can I get you? Thanks, but the lovely Gina knows, my

usual. Please yourself.

If only I could, Oscar.

Stop teasing.

Well, grumpy old fancy.

Phil, likes me really, don't you, Oscar? No.

And no, we're not putting up another one of your posters.

Hey, I decide what to wear in this bar. Yeah, if you tell him. Down, Oscar,

down.

What is it this time?

Oh, the usual.

A walk in the countryside, under the guidance of yours truly.

Ending up here for a bangers and mash extravaganza.

Right. See?

This is business, not favours.

You should put your name down, Oscar.

Get rid of some of that taproom pallor you're developing.

I'd rather walk the dog, thanks.

You haven't got a dog.

Anybody's dog.

So, why don't you rustle up the bangers and mash while Gina takes a ramble?

Now that.

It's a good idea.

You spend

all day on your feet as it is.

It's a different Oscar.

Oh, really? How exactly?

It's about a company. Who's that?

I want to work with you. Mr. Parnaby, nice to see you. How's life?

I'm afraid I'm rather busy just now. Why don't you give me a call tomorrow?

Here's my card. Hey,

if you want a quiet drink, fine.

If not, then there's the door. You keep up my land, Foxton.

Access to the land belongs to everybody.

Not when I pay good money for it. Ownership means nothing.

There's no right to roam across my land.

It's just where you're wrong.

Buy my book and find out.

If you set foot on my land again, I'll ram this down your front!

Cool it and get out!

Used to be our hypocrite who bullied us.

Now it's ranting no -hope sheep farmers.

Oh, shut up, Guy.

Well... And you're keeping quiet?

Well, there's now to say, is there?

It's handbags at dawn.

Why, sounds like the main action is outside.

Let that be a warning to you, Foxton.

Complete maniac.

Couldn't happen to a nicer fella.

Here you go.

Another brandy with this.

That's only a bump on my head.

Stop fussing and go and get David in the truck.

Come on, I'm in the middle of a job.

Bernard, this is an emergency.

Well, it always is with you. Try another garage.

You haven't paid for a single repair on that truck.

Well, how much do I owe you?

Why? Because I want to pay you.

When? Now.

Right, as I recall.

Six separate repairs amounting to £47 .15.

Right, we'll call it around 48, shall we?

You're a good lad, Bernard, and I've taken advantage of you.

Yeah, well, I knew you'd pay me eventually.

No, brother or no brother, you had right to call me to account.

£47 .48.

Oh, just a minute.

What? How long have I owed that bill?

Well, some of it over a year.

Let's call it another two for interest, eh?

There we are.

Right. Well, I'll go and see to the truck.

Brandy's on the shelf if you need it.

A few minor dents and a replacement bumper.

Yes, Arch.

But if I'd hit the sheep, well, the damage could have been far worse.

Oh, I see.

So your hair -trigger reflexes have saved us a bob or two.

If you put it like that. Thank you, Ventress.

Sad.

Oh, Bradley.

What does Parnaby have to say for himself?

Not much. He confessed to damaging Foxton's minibus. Said he warned us that

have to take the law into his own hands.

Let's hope the courts teach him a lesson.

I wouldn't take bets on it.

is Mr. Poxton.

Um... What is it, Shirley?

The constable would like to see Mr. Foxton.

Guy, there's a policeman to see you.

Constable.

It's about your complaint, sir.

Mr. Parnaby has admitted the offence and been charged. If you could give us an

estimate of the damages.

My wife's already prepared one.

I'll get it.

If I'd caught him and given him a thick ear, it would have been more satisfying,

but there it is.

Well, it's just as well for you that you didn't.

A good seller.

One of our best.

Hey, Shirley.

Written by you?

Written, printed and sold by me.

Quite a little industry.

But then this isn't the first time you've had a dispute about a right of

it? I've had the odd skirmish, fighting for the freedom to roam.

You're inciting people to break the law.

Inciting? Oh.

There are plenty of well -established footpaths across the moors.

But then I don't suppose you can keep selling the same old roots to punters,

you? Do I detect a note of disapproval?

Mr. Parnaby, it seems to me, is a man on the edge.

I wouldn't push your luck.

Meaning?

He says that each week you take a party of people across his land.

And what of it?

I suggest you don't.

You should also withdraw the route from any new reprint of this guide.

Well, thank you, but no thank you.

The countryside belongs to everybody, Constable, not just to the few like

Parnaby who want to keep it to themselves.

Constable?

You're up early.

Special day, David.

Those toasted soldiers.

And four -minute eggs, just how you like them.

What, for me? Who else?

Come on, sit down.

A bit stuck in.

Special day, Mr Verner.

Why's that, then?

Don't you know?

No.

It's your birthday.

Oh, that.

Go on, open it.

It's a present from me to you.

Do you like it?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

You know, I think I'll keep it wrapped up until good one wears out.

Right, I'd better get going.

I've got to pick up our fare from the station.

I was going to do that.

It's your birthday.

You sit there and relax.

You know, you could spend the morning planning a holiday.

What holiday?

Your holiday.

Everybody has one, you know, David.

Do they? Of course they do. We'll talk about it later. Cheerio.

What are you doing here?

We're fishing.

It's not allowed.

This is private land.

It says we come in the book.

Hey, what are you doing?

Get your gear.

Come on, get your gear!

Move it!

Where are they?

They're in here.

Hello, lads.

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

I told them you were coming.

Yeah? Well, thanks for waiting, but you'd better get going. Adventure enough

one day.

Straight on, eh?

Are you mad?

Well, I am now.

I called you out to drum some sense into them.

Not to make me look stupid.

No, you don't need my help for that.

And what's that for?

Now, look, I never pointed this at them. You didn't have to. They looked scared

stiff. They're having a steak, Les. They're only boys. They're boys. They're

boys. They were trespassing.

He's not thinking straight, Mr Bradley.

No. If the farm was doing better, things wouldn't weigh so heavy on him.

Sorry.

You don't want to hear about this.

If you need to speak to us again, don't hesitate.

Thanks, Arden.

Thanks, bye.

Bye now.

Bye.

What's happening?

Not fretting charges.

Apparently the boy's father used to work with Barnaby.

Lucky for him, then. Not exactly. He remembers him as an unstable sort of

character. We'd better drive out there and read the riot act to him before he

does point that shotgun at somebody.

I remember Barnaby now.

There was some sort of accident at the quarry.

Uh, nobody was hurt, but the boss's rover got written off.

I'll take it that's when he took up hill farming.

Kidnap? Yes, kidnap.

Not to mention firearms offenses, theft, and a charge of aggravated assault.

I never assaulted anybody.

Your man handled them. Pushed them into that barn.

I would not then.

With children of that age, a court would hammer you.

Count yourself a lucky man, Mr. Parnaby.

Talk to him.

They're trying to help us, Les.

Oh, yeah.

Nobody's over the line so others can trample all over us.

It's not right.

Maybe not.

But that's the way it is, love.

You'd better fight for what's yours.

Otherwise, you're nothing.

So it's like Scarborough, Bridlington, or Filey.

Well, they're all nice, David.

What have you thought about going a bit further south?

What, you mean like Hull?

No, David.

There's not much of a beat there.

I was thinking...

South, south.

Bright and form of south.

Oh, it sounds an awful long way.

I'm not sure that the truck would make it. Will you go on the train?

Oh, yeah.

Or better still, why not go abroad?

No, no, no.

Why not?

Lots of people are going now.

Wouldn't it be a good experience for you?

Yeah.

I've got an auntie in Filey.

Evening, gents.

Oscar, Tina.

What are you having, Bernard?

A scotch and water, please, Oscar.

And another for our birthday boy.

Oh, that's Mr. Bernard.

Not forgetting one for your very good self, Oscar.

Right. Hang on a sec.

I'm sorry, my love. And one for the lovely Gina, too.

Um, I hope this round isn't going on your plate.

Why, is there a problem?

Yeah, you could say.

Oh, I'll get these in, Gina. No, hold on, hold on.

If I'm out of line, I want to know about it.

Well, you're out of line, Vernon, to the tune of ten pounds and six shillings.

Then I humbly apologise.

Well, nice words don't ring the bell on my hill.

Then try some lolly.

Well, it's far too much there, Vernon.

If anybody's interested, the drinks are on me.

And this was attached to it?

For it's mine, he's mine.

Keep away.

We're not even safe from him here.

We'll have trouble getting insured if this goes on.

Well, the woman who lives over the shop next door said she heard the crash at

about 12 o 'clock.

Where were you?

I was in bed, Constable.

Where else?

With Mr. Foxton.

I beg your pardon?

Was Mr. Foxton with you?

Yes, of course he was.

Why on earth do you need to know that?

It's a routine question, Mrs Foxton. There's no offence intended.

They want to know if I was vandalising my own shop, dear.

What? In order to frame Liz Parnaby.

Ridiculous idea.

Well, it happens.

So I understand.

Do you know if anyone else spares you a grudge?

Yes. We sold a man a pair of walking boots that gave him a blister.

Very cross he was. All right, dear. They're only doing their job. Not

If they were, this maniac would be safe behind bars.

Mr Vernon, what are you doing?

I'm washing up, David, and having a tidy round.

Mr Vernon.

What?

Mr Vernon, there's a couple of Jehovah's Witnesses at the door.

Well, don't just stand there.

Ask them to come in.

He's here.

What now?

Hello, Mr Barnaby.

Do you mind telling us where you were last night?

Why? He was here.

Mr. Barnaby.

She says I was here. What's going on?

We're investigating an incident that occurred over at Ashfordly.

Not to do with me.

It's true, Constable. He was here all evening.

With you?

Yes. What time did you go to bed, Mrs. Barnaby?

About 11.

And Mr. Barnaby? I was downstairs listening to wireless.

So what time did you go to bed then?

Soon after, I'd say.

Yeah, like she said, soon after.

What's this all about?

Somebody threw a brick through Guy Foxton's shop window around midnight.

Oh, sorry. Straight round to my door, eh?

Well, it came with a message. What's mine is mine.

Keep away.

Pretty much what you've been saying.

This is a set -up, this is.

The lousy tow -rag set me off.

Do you think Parnamy could have left the house without his wife knowing?

It's possible, I suppose.

I don't think she knows what time he came to bed.

A huddled brick certainly has a stamp on it.

Even so, Foxton is relying on his wife for an alibi, Sarge.

For what it's worth, the council has confirmed there is no right of way over

Parnaby's land.

He can get rid of Foxton, but only by paying for a civil action.

With money he hasn't got.

Where does that leave us, exactly?

Pig in the middle, as usual.

What can I do for you, David?

Oh, it's not for me. It's for Mr Vernon.

Oh, why can't he come himself?

Take a seat.

He doesn't think there's anything wrong with him, but he's just gone all funny.

In what way?

Well, he remembered the birthday for a start.

And he's cleared his tab at the Aidensfield Arms.

And this morning, I caught him dusting.

What's wrong with that?

Well, nothing really. It's just not him. I mean, I reckon it's because of that

bump on the head.

What bump?

Well, Mr Verney had a car crash the other day, right, and he's banged his

on the windscreen.

And he's been acting oddly ever since?

He's given me a holiday and a pay rise.

I see.

Well, David, whatever the cause, it seems to have been a change for the

Well, no, not really.

I mean, Mr Scripps reckons if he carries on the way, he's going to be bankrupt

in no time.

All right, I'll try and have a word. Where is he now?

He's at the church.

Mowing the grass.

For free.

Hello, Doctor. How are you?

Very well, thanks, Vernon. And yourself?

Couldn't be better.

Warm works.

Yes, but very rewarding.

Someone told me you'd been in a car accident.

No, just a scrape.

You weren't hurt?

No, no, just a bump on my head.

A bump.

Right.

Just that, um, there can be a delayed reaction to that sort of thing.

I'd always advise the patient to get a hospital check -up, just in case.

Are you on for it?

Or not?

Well, rambling's not really my scene, Guy.

No, you don't know until you've tried.

Everything once, eh?

I wouldn't have to buy tog for it, would I?

You think I'm trying to sell you some kit?

I thought I'd crossed my mind.

It's you I'm interested in, not your custom.

Anything you need will be on the house.

Can't you bang him up for something?

Like what?

I don't know, just fit him up and lock him away.

It's all changed since your day, Oscar. We're not allowed to do that now.

And anyway, you'd be depriving her of a playmate.

I heard he was keeping himself busy with Shirley Smith.

Who? Shirley, the shop assistant.

Oh, yeah.

Foxton's wife and Shirley's husband must be the only two people that don't know

about it.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Thanks, Oscar.

It's a pleasure.

Have a word.

Uh... Take a seat.

It's about your shop window.

Mrs. Parnaby said her husband was at home the night it was smashed.

Surprised me.

Funnily enough, I believe him.

So tomorrow I'd like to question your shop assistant.

Shirley, isn't it?

Why?

She might be able to help.

Shirley isn't with us anymore.

What happened?

She left.

I'm mutual agreement.

Was this a mutual agreement between you and her, or between you and her husband?

Sorry, I'm not with you.

What's mine is mine.

Keep away.

Did Curly's husband find out about you two?

Village gossip, Constable. You should know better.

Yeah.

You're right, but then I'm probably better informed than, say, your wife,

example. What's your point?

Point?

Simple. You're more than happy to let your wife think it was Barnaby who threw

the brick.

You're flying a kite, Constable.

Well, I'll talk to Shirley and your wife tomorrow, then.

Just a second.

Impossible.

It wasn't Barnaby.

Just possible.

Look, maybe you should kick this into the long grass.

For everybody's sake.

I think you owe Parnaby more than that.

What? Put my father out of business?

Just stop provoking him.

Roll over, you mean?

Forget it.

Right then. I'll come round in the morning.

Constable.

Don't threaten me again with idle gossip.

Blackmail's a criminal offence.

I'm told.

Len? Go back inside.

What are these for?

You read, can't you?

What danger? Where?

Go back inside. Leave me alone.

You can't go on like this.

You and all.

How happy now.

Just you against the world.

Admit it, can't you?

Foxton's just an excuse.

Excuse? For everything else that's gone wrong here.

We've done our best.

There's no shame.

We can move on.

Go somewhere else. Do something else. I'm going nowhere.

This is our land. It's our place.

Now that's an end to it.

I didn't know you were a fan of Les Barnaby.

Well, not especially.

No, why?

Well, the postmistress says you paid for the guides he lifted from the parish

notice board.

Yeah, well, I'll get the money back.

You'd be lucky.

You see, Foxton reprinted his guide with Barnaby's patch on the front cover.

Now, if that's not rubbing his nose in it, I don't know what is.

Well, we've done all we can.

Perhaps you're the man to make him see sense, counsellor.

Watch us when he's warming up.

What do you mean?

Well, that.

That G'day and Gina the dark taper, she's going with them.

You all right?

I don't know. They X -rayed me head.

Was there anything there?

Funnily enough, yes.

What? So what's to worry about?

Well, I can't be certain. It's the part of the brain that controls my

personality.

Thank you.

You haven't noticed anything different about me, have you?

A bit of a change, I suppose.

Like what?

Oh, you know, the way that you've been giving everyone a helping hand and,

you're in a right good mood all the time.

How's that different?

Oh, no.

Oh, I don't suppose it is, really. Anyway, I met a very nice chap in the

room. Solicitor with a broken wrist. Gave me his card.

Said he'd think I might have a case.

What sort of case?

I'm not sure, but I promised I'd look him up.

Within my lonely frame, my eyes just hurt my brain.

Yeah? Yeah, thanks, Judy.

Ah, hello, Liz.

What are you doing here? For goodness sake, Liz.

Ah, it's all right, Judy.

I'm here with my counsellor's hat on.

What was that to me?

Well, granted, not a lot up to press, but I'd still like to help.

Oh, aye.

You've got a justified grievance.

Everybody knows that. Is that why you let Foxton's Ramblers use the pub as

starting point?

I've got the licensee. Gina is. You know that.

Politicians, eh?

Always an answer.

I see you put some signs up.

Danger keep out.

What of it?

What danger?

It's my business.

Tresses or not, the law says that you have a duty of care to anyone on your

land. I'll show the law the same amount of respect it shows me, Blaketon.

I'm busy.

Don't say you're likewise.

You

didn't

say you had a passenger.

No, Satch. Why not?

Well, he... Didn't seem important at the time.

You know the rules, Ventress.

Official cars are to be used only in the exigencies of duty.

Was this an exigency of duty?

Division will want to know.

Well, it was stranded, Sarge.

So you went out of your way.

Well... Ten miles out of your way. Well, not far for a mate, I suppose.

Vernon Scripps isn't a mate, Sarge. And not now, perhaps.

What's up?

I've just been given a rocket for giving Vernon Scripps a lift.

Why?

His solicitor's making an insurance claim, saying that the bang on the head

changed his personality.

Well, yes.

For the better.

He's become a saint.

Well, I haven't.

It's the last time that I play the good Samaritan.

There we are.

Thanks.

Perfect.

What do you think?

I'm joining Guy's walking party.

I'd reconsider if I knew.

Why?

Isn't that my colour?

Not your scene. Especially not today.

Oscar's just called me. He says Parnaby's put up a sign saying, Danger,

out. Really?

Oscar thinks he means business.

Well, we're just quaking in our boots, Constable.

Look, until I've had a chance to check it out, I suggest you cancel today's

or at least take an alternative route. And give in to some crude

Not on your life.

What sort of danger, Mike?

Forget it, Gina.

As part of it, he's only a danger to himself.

Is Les here?

No. Where is he?

I don't know.

Lester saw of him. He was in the workshop.

Les?

He's gone.

Your husband used to work in the quarry, didn't they?

Yeah, I did.

What did he do there?

He was a shot blaster. Why?

Greetings, gentlemen.

What do you want?

Well, a friendly response would be nice.

Don't push your luck, Vernon.

I'd heard I was in bad books.

That's why I'm here. To apologise for my solicitor's behaviour.

I'll deal with it. I'll sit down.

Alf, I'm very sorry.

Words come cheap.

Thanks for reminding me.

Is that it?

Certainly not.

Ah, Mr. Script.

Helping yourself to some more easy money.

Just paying my dues, Sergeant, and my respect for a fine officer.

You wouldn't be repairing to Constable Ventreth by any chance.

Who else?

Headfast and loyal.

A credit to the fort and a beacon to the community.

And it grieves me to think I've caused him any embarrassment.

No, that's quite enough respect for one day, Mr Scripps.

Oh, right, then I'll be off.

And rest assured you won't hear another word from my solicitor.

Glad that's not on my conscience.

Go ahead, Mike.

Yeah, Phil, I've tried calling the Aidensfield Arms, but I can't get

Do what you've got to do, but make sure you stop Foxton's party.

Will do, Mike.

Out.

Let's go.

It's Foxton's party.

Well, you have about ten minutes to go away.

It's trouble.

Big trouble.

Gene is with them.

Beyond belief.

I don't think we should be doing that guy.

People have gone to prison defending the right to roam, Gina.

The least we can do is clear this.

Right.

Off we go, then.

Nothing's too late, lads.

We can talk. I'm done with talking.

Listen to me, lads.

People are going to get hurt.

Is that what you want?

They're being warned.

I wouldn't do that if I were you, Bradley.

This is Foxton's lookout, not yours.

I don't think so.

You sure?

Yeah.

What'll happen to him?

I'm sorry, I don't know.

Will he go to prison?

He's ill.

He'll get help.

What about you?

I'll up, I suppose.

Salvage something for when he comes back.

Start again.

Take care.

Right,

David, I'm off to the vicarage.

Okay.

What are you doing?

I'm just going to clear out that gutter. It's full of leaves. Good idea. Keep up

the good work. See you later.

Mr.

Vernon!

Are you all right?

Good grief, what happened?

Well, I must have hit you with...

Oh, you just walked into me ladders.

Ladders? What are you doing with ladders?

What, just had them clearing out the gutters.

Gutters?

Have you got nothing more important to do like getting my tea ready?

See you.

David.

Just refresh me memory. Where am I going?

Going for tea at the Vickers.

Tea? At the Vickers?

Yeah. You know, to say thank you for mowing his grass. For free.

Mowing his grass for free?

Yeah, he's been doing it all week. Why?

I don't know.

Well, why didn't you say something, you great daft lummox?

What are you smiling at?

Well, it's you, isn't it?

What is?

Well, you know, you're back to your old self again.

What a relief.

I didn't like the idea of going off on the holidays and leaving you behaving

funny.

Holiday? What holiday?

My two weeks in Filey.

Filey?

You can forget Filey. The furthest you're going, lad, is up to that rectory

get some money for mowing the grass.