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

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

Go on, then, Alf.

What's the word?

Oh, well, I didn't pick up much.

He served in Manchester and swapped
forces, but my contacts are pretty much

the dark.

You must have heard something.

Oh,

I gather his dad's a Yorkshireman, and
he served in the regular army in the

Both pussies in my book.

Ship starts at nine, you peer, not five
past.

Yes, Sarge.

What time's the new chap turning up?

Officially now, but the train doesn't
get in for another six minutes.

That's close enough for this first date.

Morning, Sergeant.

PC Stephen Crane reporting for duty.

Morning. I wasn't expecting you till the
train got in.

I don't believe in being late, Sergeant.

I made my own travel arrangements so
that I could get here on time.

Very commendable.

Hope that approach catches on.

You'll be responsible for policing
Aidensfield. These are your colleagues

in Ashfordly.

PC Ventress, PC Bellamy. Oh, pleased to
meet you. You'll enjoy it out in

Aidensfield.

Nice to meet you, Steve.

Ashfordly Police.

Mike Bradley, who was our Aidensfield
PC, is transferring to PID. Though he's

staying on at the police house there.
Yeah, he might be in plain clothes now,

but he's all right.

For a southerner.

He'll be in very soon.

I hope.

Edith Rawlins, Oak Hill Farm.

She's telephoned Aidensfield Police
House, but there's no answer. What's the

problem this time?

Not the phantom turning thief again.

No, a prowler and a suspected break -in,
apparently. But Walter, he's out

rounding up the sheep and she's on her
own.

So? Deal with it, Ventress.

And take a piece of the crane with you.

Chance to see some of your new patch.

Shame. I was hoping to brew up a welcome
to the station mug of tea.

Thanks. But I'm happy to get straight to
work.

This farm we're going to, is there a
history of problems there?

It's just since the kids left, and Edith
Rawlings has developed a rather vivid

imagination. We get lots of false call
-outs. Right, then. Please card the

parked out here an artist.

I'm sorry, but Stover is closed at the
moment.

We're hoping to reopen sometime next
week. You must be Jenny.

Liz Merrick.

Doctor Liz Merrick. Doctor, I'm so
sorry. I wasn't expecting you until next

week. No, it's my fault. I changed my
plans.

I realised I was free this week and
thought, why not come up, sort things

before I take over?

Right. Well, I'll show you what to
watch, shall I? Please do.

Seems a keen lad.

Very smart.

Well turned out. No risk of him taking
in for others working around here, then.

You're both key. There's a fully planned
CID op -ed out.

Anything interesting?

Surveillance work.

Gerald Arthur Dunphy.

Liverpudlian. On the run wanted for
armed robbery.

Has a girlfriend, lives in the area.

They want you to keep an eye on her
house.

It's thought you might try and use it as
a bolt hole.

OK. The girl's out at work all day, so
it's likely he'll turn up at night.

It's the off chance he'll show, but
feather in your cap if you spot him.

or out feeding hens, when I heard...
Heard what, Edith?

Footsteps. I was sure someone was
running away, and then I saw the window.

It was smashed.

She thought someone had broken the
window, got it to house, and then run

Not to the north?

Yeah, well, it was me that broke the
window this morning while she was still

bed. I was trying to open it, and I
slipped, putting my hand through it.

Yeah, stupid, really.

I've no but gotten back, otherwise I'd
have phone to explain.

So sorry wasting your time, Alf.

That's all right, Edith.

What about the footsteps you heard?
Someone running away? Well, she's

with her nerves, Edith. She sometimes
thinks she hears things.

Alf knows about it.

Would you like us to check the rest of
the house with you? Make sure nothing's

missing. No, there's no need.

Nobody's been in here.

Sorry again, Alf.

That's all right.

You best pop into the doctor's, Edith.

They can give you things for nerves
these days.

We've had to manage with a temporary
locum, Dr. Hallway. He was very good,

it's not the same.

A number of patients' records have been
transferred recently, I've noticed.

Well, people weren't sure what was going
on, you see, so a few have been leaving

to sign on at neighbouring practices.

It's worrying.

Never mind.

Now I'm here, I'm sure we can get the
word around.

Things should pick up.

Hello, surgery?

Oh, yes, you're in luck. She's just
arrived.

I'm just calling, please.

Dr. Robson from St. Thomas's.

Actually, I'm sorry, but she's just
popped out.

Shall I get her to call you back?

OK. Fine.

I'm sorry about that. I don't want to
get distracted.

I've a lot to get to grips with here.

Poor old Edith. Lord knows what she'll
be imagining next time.

Well, I wouldn't be so sure she imagined
it.

Rollins is covering something up. He
didn't break that window opening it. It

smashed from the outside.

Do you not think it's worth pursuing?

I can understand your keenness, wanting
to impress people on your first day.

But if you'd broken it like he'd said,
it'd have been glapped on the outside.

It was all on the inside.

And he wasn't very keen with a round.

I wouldn't go looking for trouble where
there isn't any, Steve.

You'll only antagonise. Only.

You must be Steve. Hello.

Mike Bradley, how are you doing?

Thanks very much for doing the washing
up, by the way. I didn't get a chance

this morning.

The other lads are over at the pub if
you fancy a drink.

Yeah, they told me.

Unfortunately, I won't be able to make
it. I've got surveillance tonight.

I fancied the idea.

When did you get the move?

Transferred last week. Came as quite a
surprise, actually.

Lucky you.

Yeah, well, we'll see.

Is there anything else about the house
you need to know?

No. All right, well, we'll have a good
chin mic when I get back.

Sure.

Well, I think a village copper should
always make himself known to the local

publican. I mean, there's not much goes
on around here that I don't know about.

And I can put him straight about some of
the dodgy characters he might have to

deal with. I'm sure he'd appreciate
that, Oscar.

Well, for your information, Oscar, I met
him earlier.

He came in to ask directions for the
police house.

He looked very dishy to me. A touch of
the film star, I thought.

Yes, he is good -looking.

Well, I can't hang around here all night
waiting for Errol Flynn to show up.

I'll see.

Merrick. Liz Merrick. Very nicely
spoken.

And she seems friendly enough.

Probably comes from a wealthy
background.

I mean, it takes years and years of
training to be a doctor, you know.

You know, when I was a little lad, the
old doctor once let me listen through

periscope to me chest wheezing.

She's worried about the patient list.

How do you mean?

Well, with all the uncertainty, some of
our patients have signed on with other

doctors. Well, if the numbers keep
dropping...

then the practice would either close or
have to merge with the one in Ashfordly.

Well, as a semi -regular customer, I
don't like the sound of that.

Me neither.

A community needs its doctor, especially
a nicely spoken one.

Hello, Jenny.

Is everything all right? Sorry to call
on you like this, but... Vernon Scripps.

A pleasure to meet you, Dr Merrick.

It's imperative Aidensfield keeps its
surgery, Doctor.

And I'm here to offer my services to
help restore confidence in the practice

a whole.

Just explain your idea, Vernon.

Well, my proposal is you type a general
letter... explaining to people that

you're here and the surgery is back in
business. And I will undertake to

a copy personally to every patient.
Well, a letter's a good idea, but why

just post them? Oh, no, no, no. Round
here, the personal touch is all.

No, hand delivery with a reassuring
doorstep chat. That's the answer. Won't

be rather time -consuming?

Doctor, I'm one of those who believes in
giving to the community, not taking

from it.

I'm really very thankful, Mr Scripps.

Vernon, please.

Think of it as a chance to renew faith
in the dispensation of medical care for

Aidensfield.

Sorry. Should have warned you. He's a
little bit eccentric, but he means well.

when you mama ain't in town love when
it's done

Morning, please.

I wouldn't rush your transfer to CID
just yet, if I were you. I just spent

entire evening in a freezing car with a
thermos of cold coffee.

Sounds like fun.

Do you know a place called Hilltop Farm?

What's that?

I've heard a call about a break in some
place called Hilltop Farm.

Well, on second thoughts, maybe you
should take up the surveillance, then I

could get my old job back.

No, James, I really don't want to
discuss this any further. All right?

Are you OK?

Yeah, sorry.

It's just a tricky situation to deal
with on the phone. I didn't mean to. No,

no, it's all right.

You couldn't help but hear.

Anyway, what do you make of it?

Very good letter. Should encourage
people to stay with us.

Just as long as your friend, Mr Scripps,
just hands them out.

He must understand it would be unethical
if he appeared to be pouting for trade.

I'm sure he'll do exactly as you say.

I imagine he'll find life up here rather
different after London.

Well, yes, but hospitals can be a bit
impersonal. I want patient contact.

You've not been in general practice
before?

I spent the last three years as a senior
houseman to a consultant orthopaedic

surgeon. At St Thomas's?

Mm -hm.

And talking of London, I was expecting a
van first thing this morning with all

my bits and bobs.

I wonder where he's got to.

Rub any harder, you'll have all the
paintwork off.

No. Mr. Vernon says that he wants this
taxi to be immac... immac... something.

Immaculate. I mean, I've got to wear my
best suit. That's why I look the part,

because I am now an ambast... an
embast... something.

Ambidextrous? No.

And the traffic lights?

No.

Ambassadors, Bernard.

Unpaid ambassadors bringing good news to
the doorsteps of the parish.

What little scam have you dreamt up now,
then?

Why is it whenever I offer to do a
genuine selfless act, it's invariably

with cynicism?

Come on, David.

We have important community service to
perform.

You needn't to bother coming out. You
are.

Jack Farrow. It's my fam.

One of your farmhands called in,
reporting a break -in.

I was up in Topfield.

He should have waited till I got back.

He said the back door had been forced
open.

Lock smashed.

I better check round.

Now it's been taken. Needn't involve
you.

Well, seeing as I'm here, better have a
look.

You don't seem very concerned.

No, they took her a bit of food.

Half a bottle of whiskey I'd been
keeping.

Might be a tramp or something.

Why do you see him there?

We get him round here.

Made me collect rough in my barn last
night. So I'm going up top field this

morning, brought him before fireman's
arrived for work.

You check the rest of the house? There's
no need.

They're after food and booze, that's
all.

Well, why don't we take a look around?

There's no need!

Now, if you don't mind, I've work to get
on with.

Sorry I wasted your time.

That's the second time someone's said
that in as many days.

Do you know Walter Rollins, Oak Hill
Farm?

Course I do. He's a neighbour. Why?

Just wondered.

Mike said he tried to get him talking.
He said to buy the job.

Well, maybe he's shy.

It can be difficult, you know, starting
up new places, new faces.

He sounds a bit obsessive.

Doesn't like dirty dishes in the thing.
Keeps his room in order, you know.

Uniform always hung up.

Well, maybe it's his dad's army
influence.

I thought you said having a dad in the
army was a good thing.

I did.

There's nothing wrong with being tidy.

Having pride in your appearance.

Well, that's rich.

Coming from you.

No, what I can't understand is why he
didn't come to the pub for a drink like

that. Steve Crane dealt with a break -in
at Hilltop Farm.

Suspect possibly a vagrant. Stole some
food and a half bottle of whiskey.

Keep an eye out, will you?

Yes, Sarge. When you finish supping your
tea...

Wouldn't it be nice to get on with me

neighbours?

But they make it very clear... Ah, good
day, madam.

I'm here on behalf of the new doctor,
Liz Merritt, with a personal letter

informing you of her intention to
maintain the Aidensfield General

Surgery. David?

You see?

The personal touch.

She'll read that now.

I've got no time to worry.

Ah, good day, sir.

I'm here on behalf of the... Listen, if
you're trying to flog me or anything,

you're wasting your time. Oh, no, no,
no, no, I'm not a salesman.

I'm here on behalf of the new doctor.

I haven't sent for any doctor.

No, no, I'm here... Ah, you want Harry
Parkey, number seven. His pals have been

playing him up so much chronic.

Oh, here.

Just read that, will you?

Come on.

Let's have a look at you.

Right,

you.

Come on.

Is there any history of trouble between
Farrow and Walter Rawlins?

Well, they're both sheep farmers.

Good friends, as far as I know.

There's definitely something odd going
on. Neither of them were keen to have

police around. Oh, coincidence.

Farmers are like that.

They like to keep their distance.

I'm sure they're both covering something
up.

Ah, Steve.

I think I've found your thief from
Hilltop Farm earlier.

He's one of our local nerduos.

Wife kicked him out a few weeks back.

Has he admitted to the break -in? No,
but I did find half a bottle of whiskey

him. He's in the cells.

Claimed he spent all night on a bench.

Could that be George Buckley from the
new estate?

Yeah.

Where did you know?

Away you go then, George.

Not sure I could talk.

I'm sorry if I've spoiled things, Phil,
but he was on that bench all night.

I don't think it's vagrants you should
be looking for.

There was something else behind that
break -in.

Right little shell at Longsworth. It's
here, all right. Oh, come on, Phil, be

fair. It's early days. He's just keen to
do a good job, that's all.

I have to say, it starts to go. It's
untrue promising.

You out for a pint tonight?

Oh, sorry, lad.

Duty calls.

Shame, that.

Very funny, lads.

And now I see how you really are. You're
no good, you're no good, you're no

good, baby, you're no good.

So,

Mike, on nights again, then, is he? Yes.

Exciting life in the CID, isn't it?

There we are, Bill. One large scotch.

Haven't won the pools, have you?

No, it's not like that.

Just fancied a change from your bitter.

Good Billy Pegg can afford large
whiskies. Something must be wrong with

beer. There's nothing wrong with my
beer, Alf, and you know it. It's in

condition.

Anyway, tell me about this new lad of
yours. He's not teetotal, is he?

hasn't shown his faith in here yet.

Oh, honestly, the way you lot go on.
He'll come in when he's ready.

He's just taking the time settling in,
that's all.

We just want to get to know him. Yeah,
well, maybe he doesn't want to know us.

He seems a very ambitious lad to me.

A little closer to the window, I think.

I've decided to hold my first surgery
tomorrow.

Tell all patients I'm on call from then.

Right.

By the way, that chap phoned.

James?

Dr Robson. I put him off.

Did I do that?

He's the consultant I mentioned.

We were close.

The old story, I shouldn't have got
involved.

He's married.

Said he'd leave his wife, but never
actually did.

So I ended it, and now he says he wants
me back.

How do you feel about that?

I'm pretty churned up, to be honest.

Is that why you took this on up here?

Make a first start?

Yeah. It's better this way.

It's over.

Don't fly. Get off.

Mr. Matthews lives here.

Doesn't seem to be anyone about.

Tell them what I'm about, then.

Aye. But if you see anyone, don't start
explaining about the new doctor. Leave

that to me, all right?

Yeah, all right.

Come in.

You wanted to see me, Sergeant?

Steve, good.

How are you settling in?

Everything's OK?

Getting on all right with Mike Bradley?

Not seeing much of him, really.

I understand you're concerned about
these reported farmhouse break -ins.

Yes, there's something not right.

Well, they sounded straightforward
enough.

I went to the market and spoke to the
auctioneer.

I think maybe some sort of fiddle's
going on.

If we're going to investigate, we need a
reason.

Do you have hard evidence for these
suspicions?

Well, no.

Not exactly, Sergeant.

I know you're keen to do well, lad.
Look, take a seat. I think it's time we

a wee chat.

Excuse me.

I'm just...

Popped it in the letterbox.

That was a man.

Well, where's he gone?

Well, he ran off.

Probably the sight of you in your posh
outfit, David, frightened him.

Well, he had a brick with him.

A brick?

Yeah, well, then he dropped it.

And now he's just disappeared into thin
air, like magic.

Poof! No, there was a man, Mr Vernon,
honest.

Yes, well, he's not here now. Come on.

No,

he just thought you might have dropped
by to say hello.

Have you had a chance to do that with
other local businesses?

Shocks and so on?

Not yet.

I've been fairly occupied.

My dad has a motto.

Get yourself in order before you order
others about.

Sound advice.

Sergeant in the army, isn't he?

You got on well?

Fine.

Don't get to see him much. He's posted
abroad.

Is that all, sir?

Just about.

Take some time to get to know people,
Steve, OK?

Yes, Sergeant.

And make an effort to get to know us,
too.

The lads will fill you in on the local
character.

You'll find we're not a bad team here.

Morning,

Steve.

Good afternoon.

Yeah, it's a quirky night.

You never know where you are, do you?

Let's get back out of there.

Hey. You know why I've moved this
photograph?

I may have, accidentally.

I was, uh, trying to keep things alive.

Yeah.

Well, don't.

Okay.

Tell us.

Hello, stranger.

Find a bit of place, Gina.

Well, I gather you're planning CID work
and have it straw -packed. Yeah, well,

I've just spent the last two nights with
nothing more to do than count the stars

and watch Tomcats on the prowl,
fascinating stuff.

Haven't brought your dishing new
housemate with you, then?

No, he doesn't seem too keen on pubs.

Well, look who's here.

Hello there.

Nice to see you again.

Gina, isn't it? We met the other day.

That's right.

PC Crane, I'm the new constable here.

Oh, Oscar Blaketon.

Do you have a first name?

Stephen.

Well, Stephen, it's good of you to find
the time to pop in here at last. I

expect you've been busy, out and about,
checking up on your new patch.

Well, I've not had time yet.

I hear you're a bit of a legend in the
area, Mr Blayton. Used to be sergeant at

Ashfordly. Yeah, that's a long time ago
now.

Well, why don't you pop in tonight?

Sample the quality of our beer.

I'll try and do that.

I'll be seeing you.

Mike?

There you go.

What did I tell you?

Smashing fella.

Good afternoon.

You must be our new constable.

Pleased to meet you, Vernon Scripps.

One of your brake lights isn't working.

You sure?

Get it fixed, please.

I'll have it attended to immediately.

Actually, one of my family's businesses
is a garage, Constable, although at the

moment I'm presently engaged in good
works for the community.

Really? We saw a man with a brick. Well,
I mean, he didn't, I did. He thought

he'd just disappeared off into thin air.
And what he'd done, he'd dropped his

brick and he'd run off. We were out
delivering letters for the new doctor.

were out on a farm and David here
thought he saw someone lurking with a

He's a nice lad, but not the sharpest
knife. Which form was this?

When you run through a storm

Hold your head up high

And don't be afraid

of the dark

At the end of the storm

There's a golden sky

And a sweet silver song

These might brighten things up for when
you have patients. You can see that's

very thoughtful of you.

Dr Merrick speaking.

James, how many times do I have to ask?
Will you please keep out of my life?

Alan, I'll leave you to it.

What are you doing here, Mr Rawlins?

Running me own business.

It's also my business.

This isn't your farm. Why are you here?

It's at Matthews' place.

He's away for a few days. Asked me to
keep an eye on it.

Did he ask your friend Mr Farrell to
keep an eye on it too?

It's a shame you didn't get here
earlier.

There's just been a break -in.

Don't you think you should see a doctor
about that? I'm fine.

He told me to open the door and I fell.

I didn't really see him.

Well, what were you doing there in the
first place?

Taking a look around the patch, like
Oscar Blaketon was saying.

So why didn't you radio in and let us
know what had happened?

I didn't know anything definite to
report.

PC Crane?

Oh, Mr Matthew, you're back good.

Yeah, I'll be right away.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, thanks.

I can't.

I kept a small amount of cash under the
mattress, about £20.

Ah, well, these are on the floor. Yours?

Ah, yes, right, thank you. So our man
breaks in, comes straight up to this

turns over the mattress, finds, ooh,
£20, and drops half of it on the floor.

He probably heard your motorbike and
panicked.

Sure you only had £20 under that
mattress?

I thought so, didn't I?

Why did you ask Walter Rowland to look
after the place?

Were you expecting a break -in? No.

No. I was away, just a precaution.

And you have no idea who it might be?

No, none at all.

Good day, madam.

I'm here on behalf of Dr Merrick. Oh,
that was quick.

Sorry. Only found him ten minutes in. I
think it's sciatica again, Doctor.

Play me up something terrible.

No, Mrs Merrick, I'm not a doctor. I'm
here to... I couldn't settle to sleep

last night at all.

Chat before you, what was his name?

Doctor Always, that's right.

No, Doctor Always.

Pardon?

It was called Always, not Always.

Always, that's right.

No, no, he never had a nest. He was
always, always.

Always. That's it.

Any road.

He gave me some tablets, and I've run
out of them now.

I think it is sciatica, don't you,
Doctor?

Mrs. Winstanley, I'm not in a position
to diagnose your condition.

I thought you said you were a doctor.

No, I'm only here to give you this.

You feel my thigh.

You'll see what's the matter. Better
leave all that to me, Mrs.

Winstanley.

I'm here in response to your call.

Dr. Merrick? You said he were Dr.

Merrick. I never said that. I just
said... We'd better move in, Flies.

Tick to handing out the letters, eh,
chaps?

Don't come out, mate.

I was having my tea.

Get off!

Get off!

I've issued my first prescription.

Mrs. Winstanley should be in later.

Begins to make it all seem real.

Oh, hi, Mike.

This is Dr. Merrick. This is PC... No,
now, DC Mike Bradley. Hello.

Hi.

I thought I'd just drop in, see how you
were settling in. I used to be the local

bobby ratty. I see.

It's nice of you to pop in.

Jenny's been looking after me very well.

Well, I'm glad to hear it. A bit of an
emergency, Doctor.

Mrs. Jepson's just gone into labour.

Her husband's away. She can't drive and
there's no midwife available.

Tell her I'm on my way. Where is she?
Away. She can't go more, I'm afraid.

Where's that?

I have a map in the car.

I know Mrs. Jepson's place. I'll point
you in the right direction, Doctor.

Delta,

I'll put T4 to control over.

Delta, I'll put T4 to control over.

I'll get the metal.

Delta,

Alpha 2 -4 to Control.

Oh, mate.

Don't really know how to break this to
you.

What?

Your Liverpudlian villain's just been
picked up.

Oh, not at her house, and I've missed
her.

No, in Dover, trying to get to France.

Dover? I've just wasted two whole
nights.

Welcome to CID work.

Sergeant, Steve Crane's just radioed in.
He's out on the moor with a badly

injured man, the victim of an assault
who's in need of urgent medical

Whereabouts? Well, he's not exactly
sure, but he's got a definite idea of

three assailants.

Well, he's a dogged lad.

I'll say that for him.

He said it's a sort of deserted house.
He spotted a flat stone with a hole in

it. Sounds to me like a shooting lodge
up by Linkchop Cross up on Scarsdale

Moor. It's on the map there.

Take a fair bit of time to get an
ambulance up there.

Well, the bloke's in pretty bad shape.

The new doctor was called out to deliver
Mithith Jepson's baby. That's quite

close. Might just count.

Good. Now get Bellamy in. Let's find out
what these three have got to say for

themselves.

Hang in there.

How are you doing?

Can you

tell

me your name, please?

Bill.

Bill Pegg.

The pulse is very weak.

Ribs fractured. Possible internal
bleeding. I need to get him to a

fast.

Elfinby's the nearest to here, isn't it?

Well, I'm not sure. I'm new to the area.

Well, that's handy.

So am I.

We need to be very careful how we move
him.

Well, you got here very quickly.

You live out here?

My surgery's in Avonfield.

Really? That's your own station.

Listen, you drive.

I need to be with him in the back seat.

Yeah, I was delivering a baby up here
when the police contacted me.

Well, that was lucky.

Very.

Especially as you apparently had no idea
where you were.

Like I said, I'm new to the area.

It's supposed to be still there.

Let's get out of here quick. Don't
worry, I'll not want to... Hey, come

Evening!

We'd like a word, if we may.

We have three farmers in suspicion of a
serious assault and a bag full of

banknotes from Bill Pegg's garden.

Do you have any idea what this is about?

Afraid not, Thad. We're going to have to
wait for Steve to fill us in.

We'll keep them overnight.

Shorter in the morning.

Oh, I was wondering where you'd got to.
The police called me out on an

emergency.

An assault victim.

Did the birth go all right?

Fine. Lovely baby boy.

I feel I'm well and truly here now.

So you think we can settle in on our
rural life?

Well, I've brought one new life into the
world and helped keep an existing one

with us.

Yes, I think I can make a go of it.
Great.

Fancy a celebratory drink?

No, thanks. I'm exhausted.

I'll see you at surgery in the morning.

Stick to handing out letters, chaps.

Stuck up, madam.

Well, you like the way she spoke.

Taken years and years of training, you
said.

All right, Bernard.

I've changed my mind.

Time is money to someone like me, and
she's taking liberties.

Doctor or no doctor, she can cough up
for the petrol and the taxi. I want you

run up an invoice so I can take it
round.

Income tax evasion. The auctioneer at
the market explained, but I knew I'd

hard evidence, that farmers occasionally
falsify the size of flock.

claimed more sheep die in the winter and
at lambing, etc.

So these three were pretending to have
fewer sheep than they actually had.

Exactly. They sold their official flock
through the market, informed the revenue

as normal, but they took the rest
secretly to a private dealer in the

lamb market. A cash -in -hand deal not
declared to anyone.

They didn't bank it in case it was
traced, but kept it under the mattress.

Bill Pegg's a farm labourer. He'd worked
for all three, knew what they were up

to. He stole the money, knowing they
wouldn't report it to us.

And he nearly paid a heavy price.

You've been very lucky.

But for Alf Ventress walking out where
you were and Mike Bradley knowing a

doctor was in hand, Peg could have died.

Yes, Sergeant. And I was new you were
out there. You didn't radio in till it

too late.

Now, maybe I should have listened to
your first instincts about the break

You did well to follow them up, but you
should have kept us informed.

I see that now, Sergeant.

I hope so.

Nevertheless, I suppose congratulations
are in order.

Where is she? Where's the doctor? Ah, Mr
Scripps, the very man.

We all owe a huge debt of gratitude to
this gentleman, and a big thank you for

his selfless act of kindness in
informing you all personally that the

was back in business.

Your stoical community spirit has helped
smooth my path considerably.

Thank you, Mr Scripps.

Oh, you give up on me professionally.

There's a bit of a queue, I'm afraid.

No,

no, no. I just popped in to make sure
all was well.

It's a pleasure to have been able to,
well, help in my humble way.

Well, I hope Sarge tore him off his
strip with self -centred blokes like

Doesn't usually go in one ear, let alone
come out of the other.

Think of you lads a drink.

Oh, yeah, right, sure. Thanks, Dave.

Oh, yes, if you insist.

Yeah, sounds like a good idea.

Evening, Gina.

Hiya. Can I get a drink for my
colleagues, please?

Oh.

Well, I hope you'll find us up here not
so much colleagues as mates.

Thanks. You know, my dad says a
colleague is someone you can trust, but

a long innings to make a real mate.