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

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

Stop!

It's the old buffer.

What are you doing?

These people are here to provide a service, but do they? No.

Open their, like, clothes when they like.

Is this a good idea?

What are we supposed to do? Run out of petrol in the middle of nowhere because

some dozy old mechanic's decided to knock off early?

Will you leave that to me?

Have you put towels in all the room? It's all done now. Stop worrying.

How many are you expecting?

Full out, Bernie.

Dilk, good for business.

I don't believe in shooting myself.

Poor little pigeons. What harm have they ever done?

It's clay pigeons shooting the durin. Not real pigeons.

Mr. Scrape, someone's robbing the garage.

What?

Well, they're out there now, stealing the petrol. I've just seen them.

We'll get to you. I've got the bike with me.

We're a bit late.

Stop off for a quick jar.

Robin Emerson, chairman of Ashfordly Young Farmers. Welcome to Ashfordly

We'd be grateful if all competitors would check their guns into the gun room

overnight. Certainly.

This is my sister, Carol. She's in charge of all the kits. And him, too.

First time we've held the regional selection shoot somewhere quite so

Well, I hope we've got all the facilities to make your stay a

A couple of barrels, that should do it.

Come and have a drink.

Do you know...

Beats me why Merson volunteered us for this, lad.

Stop complaining.

Gets you out of the house, doesn't it? Gets you out of the house, you mean?

Well, you'll be an old married man yourself soon, won't you?

Shall we check our guns?

Yes, sir.

If I could just see your shotgun certificates.

Cheer up, mate.

It may never happen.

Listen up, everyone.

Girls, we're staying at the pub.

Boys, we found some nice, cosy and separate accommodation for you just down

road. Mr Norton will give you directions.

Can't I bunk in with you, Carol?

I was beginning to think you'd chickened out, Fisher.

In your dreams.

I've got to stop some petrol.

Oh, look here, my good man. This is getting beyond a joke. I agree.

Stealing petrol isn't funny, it's theft.

You're under arrest.

For goodness sake, I didn't steal it.

A witness saw you taking petrol from the garage without paying, so, yes, you

did. Look, the garage was closed and I needed to fill up. I left a note to say

that I'd settle with them later.

I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding here.

Where did you leave this silk old note? On the petrol pump. Look, what's the

name of the fellow that owns the place?

Bernie Scripps.

Yeah, right, Scripps.

Look, I've been in there before. If they don't know my name, they certainly know

my father's.

I'll pay him tomorrow, OK?

Is that OK?

If you tell the truth.

If I could just draw your attention

to the ablutions, gentlemen.

They're outside on the left.

Be careful with the privy door.

The hinge is a bit loose.

We actually pay him for this. We all agreed, cheap and cheap. Now, breakfast

included. And my chef here, David, will take your orders.

This is a joke, right?

There wasn't enough room for us all to stay at the pub, so it seemed only right

to defer to the ladies. We're the ones shooting tomorrow, not them. Worried,

you, Talby? Not in the least. I was the one that made it through to the final

last year. That was before Robert came home.

Practised much in London, did you? It's still the best shot round here.

Care to put your money where your mouth is, Don? Yeah, I'll put a fiver on

Robert. A fiver? What do you suggest?

£100 says I'm the one that'll go through to the final, not you. It's all right

for you, Talby.

You've got your old man's money behind you.

Yes, I suppose you are just a poor sheep farmer.

A hundred it is.

May the best man win.

I will.

Right, I think I'll leave you boy scouts to it.

I've no intention of sleeping in a barn.

Found this note stuck to the pumps as he owes me for ten gallons.

We should tell him the truth.

He still broke my padlock.

Well, I'll stay and nick him anyway.

A night in the cells will improve his attitude.

And who's going to babysit him? You? Look, I don't want any trouble,

from his father.

I just want the money.

OK, you're in rooms four and six. Right.

Sally, I'll stay with you.

Well, I'm glad someone's in charge.

Once the lads arrive, you might need an extra pair of hands behind the bar.

I'd be happy to help.

I'll bet you know how to keep them in order and all.

They're a bit like dogs.

Recognise authority from your tone of voice.

They seem a decent enough bunch, David. Shouldn't be any trouble.

How am I meant to do all those breakfasts on my own? Oh, you'll manage.

We've only got one frying pan. David, the catering is your department.

I'll leave the practical details to you.

Only got one pair of hands.

You were lucky to get served.

That upset me.

I'm the referee.

Lord Ashford, we must be pleased with you.

It's all about making the best of the estate.

He's taking himself off for the weekend. I can't say I blame him.

He must trust you.

I'm a very trustworthy chap.

Can I buy you lads a drink?

There's no need.

I'm not going to nick you all night.

Look, I'm sorry about what happened at your garage, Mr Scripps.

He isn't, though, is he? Arrogant little so -and -so. Yeah, he's an arrogant

little so -and -so.

That should cover it.

Yeah, well, yeah, but... Can't you leave it to Toby Fisher to sort out

his own mess?

I'm chairman of the local club, not him.

I feel responsible.

I don't want them to think we're all hooligans.

Are you sure you shouldn't be rushing around like this? I've got a pub full of

customers in case you hadn't noticed.

Yeah, well, I could help out. At least in the kitchen I could butter a few

loaves. Don't just get under my feet.

You've been like a mother hen ever since.

Lisa, you should take it easy.

Look, I don't want to take it easy.

Stop fussing, will you?

It's getting on my nerves.

Just what we need to soak up all this ale.

Better make some more, then, eh?

You all right, mate?

It's Gina.

Do you want to stop?

She won't be helped.

It's not by me.

Well, she's been through a lot.

You both have.

Some days, I can't get it out of my head.

thing, you know.

Why don't you go home?

Have an early night. I'd give anything.

I'd do anything if he owned me.

I don't know. I

don't know what looks more tasty.

Them or you?

Hey, cheeky. Come on, give us another.

Well, that's your lot, right?

Leave it, Phil.

He's just had a few.

I'm fine. I just want to talk to Gina.

All right.

What was that about?

What? Well, you're too upset to give me the time of day, but you can still flirt

with some bloke.

What bloke?

What are you going on about?

Oh, come on, you can't deny it. I was stood there watching you.

Phil, go home because I've had enough of this. Yeah, I'd sue you, wouldn't I?

Give you free rent or chat up whoever you like.

I'm not your property, you know.

Yeah? We are getting married.

Don't remind me.

What happened to me?

We were only getting married because of the baby.

Now he's gone.

So you don't want to marry me?

I just want things to get back to normal.

You know, a wedding after all this just feels wrong.

Nice out.

Are they still looking on the bright side?

Not your flipping mate!

You got that?

I don't know what you thought you were playing at, Bellamy.

I'm really sorry, Sarge.

Sorry?

An unprovoked assault in a public house?

And you've the gall to stand here as if butter wouldn't melt in your mouth.

They were being quite aggravating, Sarge. I don't care.

What you did was totally wrong.

I know that, Sarge. You better hope that Mr. Empson doesn't decide to prosecute.

Well, I don't think he will.

He was pretty drunk.

Now, I realise things haven't exactly been easy for you recently, Bellamy.

So I'm not going to take any disciplinary action this time.

Thank you, Sarge. Crane can cover the clay pigeon shooting instead of you.

You're confined to the station for the weekend.

Those filing cabinets in the duty room could do with a proper sort out.

Right, sir. And yet to stay away from the pub and those young farmers, do I

myself clear?

Right. What about this business outside the garage?

Rise and shine, breakfast is served.

It's certainly going to be quite a whack, that cock. You sure he didn't

a whack, too?

Because my head's killing me. That's the beer, mate.

You got any brown sauce?

Brown sauce? Certainly, sir.

Brown sauce, David.

I don't know if we've got any.

Well, find some.

Well, come on, before his breakfast gets cold.

You find it.

What? What is this?

Talk. Fetch.

Carry.

I want it off.

Temperamental.

Mr. Picker.

I'm Sergeant Metham.

Ah, well, presumably you've come here to apologise for the outrageous behaviour

of some of your officers.

I've come to discuss an alleged theft.

Not the vicious assault on Mr Emerson.

That is being dealt with. I'm not sure it's any concern of yours.

You don't deny that you took petrol from the garage last night after it was

shut?

I thought I'd sorted all that out with this fellow.

Well, now you have to sort it out with me.

And I'm issuing you with an official caution.

I don't care how rich you are or who your father is.

Breaking the lock on a petrol pump to obtain fuel is a crime.

If you do it again, you'll be prosecuted.

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand, Sergeant.

May I finish my breakfast?

Enjoy the shooting competition, Mr Fisher.

Sorry about the delay.

Small industrial dispute in the kitchen.

I'm afraid we've got to go.

Why not?

Why not?

The farm.

Jack just phoned.

The ram's gone lame.

Jack's the shepherd. Surely he knows what to do.

He's a valuable animal.

He doesn't want to be held responsible.

If you've got to go all the way home and then come back, you'll miss the first

eight. Oh, that'll please Toby Fisher. The farm had to come first, Rob.

Yeah, I know. And I don't need you to tell me that, OK?

Clearly you do.

You wouldn't be reacting like a little boy who's been told he can't go out and

play. You've always got to have a go, haven't you? Be the bossy big sister.

I'm the one that kept that farm going.

When Dad was ill, when you were in London, I didn't get days off to go

I know. I know. I'm sorry.

We've got a big enough festival already and we can't afford to lose that round.

I bet Toby Fisher a hundred quid that I'd beat him. Oh, Robert, why?

Because... He needs taking down a peg or two.

What am I going to do?

If I Welsh on the bet, he'll still want his money.

Go to the shoot.

I'll sort it out.

Thanks, Carol.

I thought you were going to sort this lot out.

I am.

You haven't gone very far.

Give it a rest, will you, Alf? I'm trying to sort something else out. Gina?

Oh, hello.

How are you, Phil?

Oh, Phil, you just missed her.

Yes. We're doing the catering off the hall for the clay business shoot.

Yeah, with the buffet lunch.

I'm just helping out.

Three out of three, Toby.

Excuse I.

Pull!

Oh, bad luck, mate.

We're only practising.

Takes me time to warm up.

Face it, Toby.

He's going to wipe the floor with you this afternoon.

We'll see.

I'm glad you decided to come.

How can I resist a lazy afternoon in the fresh air?

I'm fine.

So, Dr. Merrick, thank goodness you're here. Don's just been really sick.

You're right.

I don't think there's much we can do ourselves.

I'll go and ring the vet.

You all right, Kev?

Sweet gran.

She died in the night.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Oh, yeah.

Easy to say that now.

50 years she lived in that cottage.

Broke her heart leaving it.

She was an old lady.

She couldn't manage on her own anymore. There was no alternative.

Only because Robert wanted his money to pay for his fancy sports car and the

like. Your father'd never put her out.

It wasn't like that.

Not much.

You can tell him from me.

He should have stayed in London.

I'll leave you to it.

What are you doing this afternoon, then?

Well, I'm looking out. But if Mrs Ventress gets her way, which she

will, it'll be shops.

Well, you'd be better off here, then.

No one to bother you.

Aye.

Then do us a swap, Alf. Please.

Merton told you to stop here.

You'll get into even more trouble. I'm already in trouble.

With Gina.

Look, I need to see her. I need to sort it out before she thinks I don't care.

All right.

But be it on your own head.

Thanks, Alf.

You're a snake.

You seen Alfred? I can't find him anywhere.

Well, he's your flipping dog.

You all right?

You look a bit poorly.

Well, you've noticed, have you?

I reckon those sausages I cooked were definitely off.

A lot. Not the ones that I left on the side.

Oh, they had green mould on them.

Mould?

You might have said.

Hey, you didn't give any to Alfred, did you?

I'm the one that's ill. All you seem to be concerned about is your dog.

You know, you were the one that was cooking mouldy sausages, not him.

Tina? I'm really sorry about last night.

I was being completely stupid and I just wanted to... Phil, we've got our face

back. It's never going to work.

You don't really mean that.

You're just annoyed at me.

And quite rightly so, but... I'm not going to marry you.

It's all arranged.

I'm sorry.

There you go, love.

I reckon you owe me an apology.

What? Look, I'm not a vengeful bloke, but I could have your job, you know.

Yeah?

You can have another smack in the mouth in a minute if you don't get it. Hey,

come on, Phil.

Over here, now.

I just want to talk to Gina.

Walk later, mate. She's busy.

I can't imagine why she'd be interested in a nutter like you.

Okay, what would you know about it?

Phil! What would you know about it? Come on, outside now.

Just calm down.

It's going to get easier, Phil.

It'll be okay.

How?

I've lost everything.

It's been pretty hard on him and Gina.

Well... Didn't even know they were a couple.

Well, they're not anymore, apparently.

Look, I don't want to take any action against the poor bloke.

Sounds like he's been through enough.

Thanks. I'm glad you see it that way.

Go on, have a go. You know you want to.

You shot before?

Yeah, my dad told me.

He was in the army. Yeah, I knew.

My dad loved shooting.

Taught me and my sister.

Yeah? Pull!

You're lucky.

The bullet has torn through some muscle, but it's missed the bone.

Oh, it hurts like hell.

Couldn't see him.

Completely disappeared.

What on earth is going on? Maybe Toby Fisher's more worried about losing than

makes out. Don't be daft, Don. He'd hardly try and shoot me. Well, somebody

Better go and call the station.

I can do that.

Thanks.

You don't really think Toby would take a crack at me, do you?

Well, I don't see him anywhere around.

Do you?

Phil?

Phil?

Sergeant Merton's just come in. I'll tell him now, and he'll be out there

straight away.

Where's Bellamy?

There's a problem out at the hall, Sarge. One of the competitors has been

By accident?

No, it seemed to be deliberate.

And that's where Bellamy's gone, is it?

Oh.

Are you covering for him, Ventress?

Sarge, he's had a terrible time recently. He just wanted to talk to

I've been very lenient with him. Nobody can see I haven't been.

But I will not have my orders flouted.

And get this place cleaned up.

It's supposed to be a police station.

Dutch?

Tell me it.

Robert Emerson was shot in the arm by an unknown assailant.

He's hiding in the trees over there.

I had a look round and I found this.

A rifle, then, not a shotgun.

I'd say that was a .22 cartridge.

Who is Emerson?

Wing. Dr Merck's treatment. I don't have to tell you anything, and I resent the

implication. Come on now, lad. Let's stop this.

It was him that shot Robert.

It's obvious.

Well, I'm not the one that threatened him. Everyone saw it in the marquee.

Who threatened Robert?

Your bully boy had another go at him.

What? Bellamy was upset with Gina. Him and Emerson had words.

Words? You practically had to drag him out of the tent backwards.

Where is Bellamy?

I don't know, Sarge.

Find him.

I'm definitely out of the competition, then.

Definitely.

Come in.

Oh, my goodness, I just heard.

Are you all right? No, I just clipped my arm.

Who on earth would want to hurt you?

Well, exactly.

Probably just an accident, a stray shot.

From a rifle?

Some of the lads had quite a skinful last night.

We're all just practising this morning.

They muck about a bit sometimes.

The practice should have been better organised.

The main problem here is who's going to replace me. I don't want to lose the bet

with Toby.

Is that all you can think about? You could have been killed. You want that

so -and -so to go through to the finals representing Ashfordly?

No, but... Of course, there's Don, but quite frankly, I don't think he's up to

it.

I hate to say it, old girl, but I think it's going to have to be you.

Me? Well, you're easily as good a shot as I am.

Come on, you know you are.

Back me up, Dr Merrick.

Uh -huh.

The honour of the club is at stake.

You always find a way of landing me in it, don't you?

I bet Robert £100 I'd beat him this weekend, but I can assure you, Sergeant,

wouldn't be out of pocket if I lost twice that much.

Your pride would take a knock -off.

I take pride in only being interested in winning fairly and squarely. What's the

point otherwise?

So where were you when Robert Emerson was shot?

There seems to be a consensus that you weren't in the marquee having lunch with

everyone else. I was walking with my girlfriend.

You won't mind if I confirm that with her?

It's a little bit tricky, Sergeant.

Yes, sir, it often is.

Kate, my girlfriend, was in the marquee having lunch.

I was walking with Sally.

And who's Sally?

Richard's girlfriend.

Who's Richard?

He's a friend of mine. I wouldn't want him to know about Sally and I.

Going for a walk.

Exactly. Might get the wrong idea. You know how people are. Wouldn't want to

upset him.

Well, if you indicate the young lady in question, I will speak to her

discreetly.

I would be...

You look like you've lost a shilling and found six, Ben.

Yeah, I've lost Alfred.

He never goes far.

I think he's gone away to die.

What?

That's what animals do, isn't it? When they get poorly, they go and find

somewhere to hide and then they just curl up and die.

What's wrong with him?

He ate some sausages that Mr Vernon cooked.

Well, I know Vernon's not a very good cook, but I don't think he'd kill

I've looked everywhere.

Do a proper send -off, won't you, Mr. Scripps?

What? He'll turn up.

Oh, you poor thing, Robert.

Does it hurt?

I'll survive.

Don's been flinging accusations about.

I hope you don't think it has anything to do with me.

Well, that's a matter for the police.

Look, I don't want to win because you were forced to withdraw.

Well, you haven't won yet. And if you're serious, we could always transfer the

bet. What, me against Don?

You against Carol.

I've never had a woman taking part before.

Why not?

There's nothing against it in the rules.

I wouldn't want to shoot.

I doubt if you could hit a barn door, darling.

Fair enough.

It's a bet.

Bill Bellamy turned up yet?

Green's still looking.

You don't seriously think it was him, do you?

That's not the Bellamy I know, but grief does odd things to people.

Listen, I did actually think... Sergeant, my sister's got something she

to tell you.

I'm really not sure about this. It makes perfect sense to me.

An old lady who was until recently a tenant in a cottage of ours has just

It seems her grandson blames me.

He was upset, understandably. Why does he blame you?

When my father left the farm to me last year, there were considerable debts.

Carol had done her best to run the place, but that was a bit old

I needed to sell the cottages to get the bank off my back.

You turned this old lady out?

She couldn't take care of herself anymore.

Carol found her a very nice place in an old people's home.

When did she die?

Last night.

Her grandson came around this morning. He was very upset.

I see you have your undertaker's hat on today.

Oh, Mr. Clark, I'm just off to Aidensfield Court to collect the body.

Who made the arrangements?

The grandson?

Kevin, aye.

Not a bad lad. Is he in trouble?

Has he talked to you about the old lady's death at all?

Well, it wasn't unexpected, but he was terribly cut up.

Any idea where I might find him?

Said he was going to get roaring drunk.

There can be quite some hangover.

But around one o 'clock, he was definitely in the pub.

He propped up the bar from eleven this morning till I got a couple of lads to

carry him out.

I don't suppose Phil Bellamy's been in, has he?

No.

I expect your wife will tell you, so I'm not giving any secrets away.

Jean has decided to give him the elbow.

I have a feeling she's already done it.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to control, over.

Control receiving. Go ahead, Steve.

Over. I've found Bellamy's car abandoned on the back road behind Ashfordly

Woods. You better let Merton know.

Out.

Pull!

Hang on.

Not my old car.

Pull! And that completes yet another clear round for Miss Emerson.

After it happened, I came in to use the phone to call you.

That's when I saw Phil. He was coming out of the gun room.

I called out to him.

And he helped you?

Oh, yeah, since he turned round.

Then he just sort of carried on and disappeared outside.

There are a couple of 2 -2 rifles.

These do. They belong to Lord Ashfordly.

I'll have to take these for ballistics examination.

Yes, of course.

Don't you think this is all a bit far -fetched?

I mean, can Phil even shoot?

Oh, yes.

He seemed a bit gloomy when we were waiting for everyone to arrive

I suggested we shoot a few clays to cheer him up.

He was pretty good.

Reckon it, Billy?

It's all my fault.

No, it isn't, Gina.

Look, he wouldn't have scoffed and shooted a complete stranger even after

you'd said to him.

Would he, Dennis?

Did he have anything against Robert Emerson, Gina?

I don't know. I mean, he thought I was flirting with him in the pub last night.

Still nothing?

No. His helmet was in the back of the car and the key was in the ignition.

You can't seriously think Phil would get a gun and shoot someone.

I'm not sure what to think, Gina.

He's had some kind of breakdown.

Who knows?

Thank you.

Well, I don't know.

It feels a bit hard to enjoy yourself, given the circumstances.

Well, please, we'll find him sooner or later.

The longer he's missing, the worse it looks for him.

Well, it's no consolation, but if he did shoot Emerson, I don't think he used

one of Lord Ashfordly's rifles.

Why not?

Well, his lordship's very particular about his guns. He cleans them all

And the rifles Merton took away, I'd be very surprised if they'd been fired.

They look too clean.

Let's hope you're right.

I could get quite used to this, you know.

Glass of wine by a huge crackling fire.

Well, I wish you would.

I wouldn't want you to think that I'm only interested in the trappings.

Well, so you are interested.

I think we've pretty much established that already.

Haven't we?

That could be for me.

I'm on call, I'm afraid, so I had to leave a number.

Bill!

Where the hell have you been?

I've been searching for you for ages.

I just went for a walk on the moors.

I must have gone on for miles.

I just needed to clear my head.

I'm pretty cold, though, mate.

Great. David.

Hope you're ready for this.

I'll have a be.

So, the wanderer returns.

I can't explain, Sarge.

That would be a start.

When Gina told me she didn't want to marry me...

It was the last straw I'd had enough. I just needed to get away from everyone.

Why didn't you stop when Ben Norton saw you?

Well, I didn't know what had happened. You know, the shooting and that.

It was a complete surprise to me when Steve told me.

I know I'd had a go at him, but he just kept getting in the way.

Every time I wanted to talk to Gina, I'd turn round and there he was.

But it's sad.

I'd never have taken a shot at him. Well, what were you doing in the gun

I just needed to get some fresh air.

You know, straighten my head out.

All the walk on the moors usually does the trick, so I was in the gun room to

get a waterproof and some hiking boots.

Do you know if the police have found out any more?

Not that I've heard.

Who do you think could have done such a thing?

Well, to begin with, I agree with Don. It's very convenient for Toby.

I get my right arm clipped. Nothing too serious when I'm out of the competition.

You'd have to be a very accurate rifle shot to manage that.

And Toby is.

He's the only person, really, who can shoot that well, and he's certainly

desperate to win.

But I gather he was canoodling with someone else's girlfriend at the time,

don't think he'd admit to that unless it were true.

Lucky your sister's ready to step into the breach, then.

Yeah. I reckon we might still win, which is something, I suppose.

Paul!

When the father died last year, he left the farm just to Robert.

Not for both of them?

Sounds like he was very much of the old school.

Sons inherit, daughters get married.

Carol was running the place, wasn't she?

I treated Tom Emerson. He had a bad heart.

The last couple of years, his wife, he wasn't capable of working at all.

He relied entirely on his daughter.

And then her younger brother comes back from London and gets everything.

Paul! I think I'd be pretty resentful.

Well done, old girl.

Benny! Over there!

In the trees!

David? What are you playing at?

I'm sorry, Mr Craig.

I was just looking for Alfred.

You OK?

Yeah.

I'm confined to the barracks.

I'm really sorry, Phil.

No. No, don't be.

I'm glad you were honest with me.

There are better ways of telling you, though.

I don't think it'd make much difference, would it?

I just need to keep busy.

You know, and running the pub and having a laugh with the customers, it just

helps me forget a bit.

And being with me reminds you?

I suppose it does, really.

I thought I think...

Losing Daniel was a sign that me and you were never meant to be together.

Look, Gina.

Losing a baby is a terrible thing.

But people get through it.

They have other babies.

No, Phil.

I could never go through that again.

It'd be too hard.

Well, later on you might feel different.

I doubt it.

I'll always love you, Gina.

And I love you too.

But we'll always be mates, won't we?

Thank you to everyone who's taken part. It's been a wonderful competition.

And it gives me great pleasure to announce that the winner is... Carol

Well done.

Go to the final, mate.

Two months' time, you'll be fit for anything, eh, Carol?

What do you mean?

Well, Robert's going to the national final.

I won, not Robert.

But you were just standing in for me. Yeah, the club won. That's the important

thing.

But it was me.

It certainly was. Well done, Carol. You deserve this.

You deserve to represent us.

Thanks. Mr Norton, surely it's the club who qualifies, not the individual?

I think it's up to the chairman and officers of each club to decide who

represents them. Come on, Carol.

You can't be fair to Robert. You were just a stand -in.

It's his show.

It's always his show.

Let me talk to her.

Did you win, then?

I'll never win.

You fill in for me with the script.

Carol! I didn't get a chance to congratulate you. You should be

my marvellous little brother.

I overheard the discussion.

I do think it's very unfair.

It isn't.

She teams a boy's game, like farming.

All my life I've had to stand aside for Robert.

I'm used to it.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Carol. It was you who shot him in the arm, wasn't it?

Carol.

You haven't answered me.

Say anything?

She didn't have to.

Dad bought me a new rifle for my birthday.

Just before he died.

Whenever I take it out of the house, I always make a point of keeping it under

lock and key.

Oh, that's funny.

Oh, Carol must have...

Don't drink, shall I?

Carol.

Carol, stop it.

Carol.

Remember that lighter, Rob.

He gave it to me because you didn't want it. You don't smoke.

Neither do I.

I was just glad to be given anything.

Carol, you can go to the final.

I'm more likely to go to jail. I tried to kill you. Haven't you figured that

yet? You shot me in the arm. If you tried to kill me, I'd be dead.

You wanted something for me.

I know, old girl.

I have been stupid and selfish.

Dad should have left the farm for both of us. It's only fair.

But I'm going to speak to the solicitors. Do something about that.

Oh, Robbie.

I didn't mean to...

Warm water, honestly.

It'll help settle your stomach.

Yeah, that's more than Alfred's been getting.

Oh, David, will you shut up about that dog?

It wasn't my fault.

David, come here.

I've been waiting for you to come in.

Where have you been?

Oh, I was just... Woke me up at two this morning, rummaging in the dustbins.

Don't you feed him?

Alfred!

Well, he was sick.

I never thought I'd see him again.

Yeah, and he did a great job.

So, did Emerson sort it out with his sister?

Well, he adamantly refuses to press charges against her.

She was lucky.

And she's not the only one.

Eh, Phil?

You're right, Phil.

Yeah.

No hard feelings, eh?

They're lovely.

Well, they're a bit corny, then.

Ruth, they're never corny.

So, you still working?

No, I'm finished.

And I'm not on call tonight, either.

I like that.

Maybe we should, uh... carry on with that project.

Ever heard of Shine Fresh?

You sure they could be insulin Jack was using?

I suppose it must have been. Everyone makes money. It's brilliant.

You think he died because I made a mistake?

These recruits are the new recruits that my recruits recruit.

Eh? You killed him! You killed Jack!