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

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

From the beginning, if you wouldn't mind, Mr... Ferguson.

Look, I explained it all to that lad on the phone.

Peter Younger?

Yeah, he's still learning.

I understand you're the signalman, then. That's right, yeah.

Well, I knew something was wrong as soon as I got here.

So the shed doors were open.

So I come across and there he was.

Mr Ellis, lying there on the ground.

And you called the ambulance?

No, Dr Trent did that.

Well, I called her because I knew she were raised GP.

How is he?

Still unconscious.

I'm going with him to hospital.

Let me know if there's any change, yeah?

Of course.

So, what was in there, then?

Freight wagons.

They're held here overnight sometimes.

Any idea what was inside them?

Crates of wine.

On the way north.

And they took the wagons as well.

Lock, stock and barrel.

Hitched them up and just towed them away.

Barefaced cheek.

Seems like they knew exactly what they were doing, too.

Have transport police been informed?

Yes, Sarge.

According to Ferguson, Ellis was keeping watch. He must have surprised them.

What else did he have to say?

That they'd been broken into a couple of weeks before.

One of the windows of the station master's office was smashed.

Why was it not reported?

Nothing taken.

Just put it down to kids.

You'd better follow it up just the same.

Whoever stole the wagons had access to a locomotive.

Where would you keep something that big?

I mean, you can hardly put it in your garden shed, could you?

This is no joking matter.

Now, you and Younger check out where it was beforehand.

See if it passes through any stations on the way.

We're looking for someone with a good knowledge of the rail network.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Somebody must have seen something or know where it is.

Start with the properties near the local train lines.

Thank you.

Bye. That was the hospital.

Ray Ellison's come round.

Right. Walker, you get up there.

See if you can remember anything.

Judge.

Come on.

What have you got there?

I found him on the road.

I think he's hurt his foot.

What are you going to call it?

I don't know. I never really thought.

If you're going to keep it, it needs a name.

How about Flopsy?

Yeah. Yeah, sweet.

How did you get on at the station?

Oh, they've cancelled all the trains until they've checked the line.

I said I'll go back down there later on and see if anybody else needs a lift.

A Dunkirk spirit.

Well, when's the competition then? The weekend.

I ought to be getting my eye in.

You know, I used to do the shot putter bit. That's the same sort of thing,

it? Not really, no.

I find this very relaxing as a hobby, in contrast to the cut and thrust of

undertaking.

Oh, right.

Requires a certain... What's the word?

Ball? No.

Blazer? No.

Temperament. Oh.

Oh.

Anyway, they're called woods.

I've got an old set somewhere, if you're interested.

Darling. I came as soon as I could.

This is my daughter.

Your father's had a nasty experience.

So I hear.

What happened?

That's what we're trying to find out.

I'll be keeping him under observation for a while. Any chance you might be

around? Of course.

And you're coming to stay with us once they let you out.

We'll look after you.

You were saying?

Well, I just went out and there he was.

This loco pulling out of the shed.

How many of them were there?

Well, one driving the train, of course, and there must have been another one at

least who gave me this.

Did you manage to get a good look at him?

No, but I think he had a bad cloud on.

What sort of build was he?

It was dark, as I say.

I'm sorry.

OK, um... Who else knew about these wagons?

The railway staff, myself and Ferguson, oh, and the import company.

Do you have an address for them?

Oh, it's... There'll be in the office somewhere, Kendrick and Sunder.

Bernie tells me he's been teaching Arthur to play bowls, David.

He's showing some real promise.

Hey, you want to watch it up there. It's dog -eat -dog up at that bowling club.

They take it all dead serious, you know.

Quite right, too.

Hey, is that how I think it is?

Aye, Gordon Bickerstaff.

Ooh, an old rival, eh, Bernie?

He has an uncanny habit of winning by nefarious means.

Aye? Cheats.

I heard that.

Well, hello, Gordon. I was just saying, beer in here's not cheap.

You going in for this weekend's competition, then, Mr Bickerstaff?

I certainly will, and I expect a win.

No change there, then. I'll put money on it.

What was that?

Oh, it's the annual bowling tournament.

We normally do the teas, but we're double booked this year.

Who's doing the catering, then? No one at the moment. I don't have to ask

around. Look no further.

Eh? We'll do it, won't we, David?

What? Oh, it's very good of you. No, it'll be a pleasure.

The thing is, it's not really a hot dog style affair.

Honestly, you're needing trouble yourself.

It's no trouble at all.

With 40 years' experience in outside catering, I should be able to rustle

something up.

Ah, there you go then, Bernie. Problem solved.

Ah, it's time for a grill.

Knock on wood, Max.

I've just come from the hospital.

How is he?

Stable. He didn't say anything.

No, not really.

But we're pretty sure the break -in a few weeks ago was connected.

Well, we think they must have been after paperwork detailing the shipment.

Pretty good view of the station from up here.

Yep.

Presumably you'd see anybody hanging around.

We get dozens of passengers through here every day.

All sorts.

I won't pay much attention.

Well, this looks very complicated.

You've got to know what you're doing.

as would the thieves, I imagine.

Whoever it was must have had a pretty good working knowledge of the signal box

to get those wagons up and away.

I suppose so.

Where were you last night, Mr Ferguson?

Locked up at the end of my shift and went straight home.

of a £5 ,000 wine.

What I want to know is what you lot are doing about it.

We're following up all relevant leads.

I mean, one or two bottles along the way, that's par for the course. But

entire wagons full?

Presumably the consignment was insured.

That's not the point.

People rely on us. They expect service.

If we can't deliver, they go elsewhere.

There's plenty of other suppliers.

I can assure you we've got every man on the job.

Glad to hear it.

Is there any way details of the consignment could have been leaked from

office? I deal with the transport side personally.

Look, you're wasting your time here. You should be out there scouring the

railway.

50 tonnes of rolling stock doesn't just vanish into thin air.

Sorry. I was just going to talk about a forward drive.

Here we are.

I knew it would come in handy someday.

It just needs fettling.

This Bickerstaff fellow.

What about him? How good is he?

Well, he reckons he could have been a pro if it weren't for his wife's

Really?

There you go. Your pint.

Please.

Hello, Val.

Any news on your father?

He's discharging himself.

Really? Is that wise?

I told him not to, but he won't listen.

He's determined to get back to work.

Is he still going to be staying with you, then? Just until he gets his

back.

Well, at least he's being looked after properly.

I'll call by later, see how he's doing.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Poor old Ray.

I know.

Nasty business.

You know what, Gina? I could murder a gin and tonic.

Rough day?

You could say that.

The divorce papers are ready.

I started proceedings today.

Well, good for you.

I know it must be hard, but at least you'll be able to move on.

I know.

It's just... not that pleasant.

Look, I've been thinking.

It's ages since I've had a proper night out.

Why don't we get all dolled up and go out tomorrow night?

Paint the town red. Oh, I'm not sure.

Oh, come on.

Live a little. Put your hair down.

Why not?

It's about time I tried the famous Ashfordly nightlife. Hey, forget

I'm taking you to the bright lights of Whitby.

OK, then.

I'm looking forward to it already.

Here. You've got over your broken heart, eh?

Oh, come on. The lovely nurse Owen leaving you high and dry.

No thanks, mate. Far less trouble being single.

Only yourself to answer to. You know how it is.

Exactly. And that's why we could make the most of it.

We should have a night out. What, with my good looks and your charm, we'd be

irresistible? The girls would be swooning.

Dead right now.

What do you think, should we go for it? Tomorrow night?

It's a date.

Good.

Well, we've checked with the main depot. All their locos were accounted for on

the night of the robbery and they've had none stolen.

So where did they get it from then?

Well, I don't know.

All the stations along the line haven't reported seeing anything passing through

and all the signalmen we spoke to didn't see anything either, before or after.

Which means?

Must still be in the area. Has to be.

So far, we've searched all of this.

Yeah, and the transport police have searched north and east.

We've got to stop them slipping through the net.

Well, we've checked every inch of the line in a ten -mile radius.

You'd better make it 20.

We're missing something. I know we are.

What about when they're too old for service?

What? We know the train wasn't stolen, so it stands to reason they must have

it from somewhere else.

When an engine's been decommissioned, what happens then? Where do they all go?

Ray Ellis would know.

Find out.

And while you're at it, pay Ferguson another visit. There's something he's

telling us.

Can I help?

I certainly hope so.

We were disturbed last night, my wife and I.

Disturbed? An intruder.

Ah, and what exactly was taken?

Rien de tout.

Eh? Nothing.

But you were broken into?

Not that you'd know, except for the smell.

The smell?

The smell.

Lingering.

Threatening.

Like a fox.

Or a badger, maybe.

I see.

Watch your feet. Now, one, two, three, and follow through.

Getting better.

I'm still not sure when to let go of the ball.

You'll find it suddenly clicks.

Sounds painful.

Can you not talk her out of it, Rosemary?

What, I'm Peggy?

Don't think you'd be able to do that.

These are respectable people, friends of mine.

I get the impression that once she gets the bit between the teeth... They're not

going to thank me if they all go down with some ghastly bug.

Where are you off to now?

I've got to go and try and find a marquee.

And after I go with him, help out. That's if you don't mind, of course.

Oh, go on. Why not?

I wish I'd never opened my mouth.

I'd happily make do with hot flask and a packet of Gary Baldi's.

Breaker's yard.

They're brought in and broken up for scrap.

Where? Over at Mossworth Bridge.

Ah, thanks. Thanks, love.

Who else knows about this?

Well, Ferguson's certainly seen them go over the years.

Has he told you?

Leave it, love.

What?

It's nothing.

You don't know?

Well, there've been things.

Little things disappearing from the yard recently.

Coal from the bunker, sleepers from the side of the track.

And? It could be, Ferguson.

Could be?

It is.

Why do you say that?

We're pretty sure he's selling the stuff.

To support his ex -wife and son. I mean, it's pin money, really.

Still?

I see.

And you think? Look, I don't know what I think.

We've worked together for years, me and Tom.

There's a chance, I suppose, you know, if he were desperate enough.

Get off!

Are you up?

No, they're all hired out. The wedding's all fake.

What about the scouts?

No, it's their jamboree.

Well, there must be one somewhere.

Keep trying.

Aunt Peggy, have you seen my woods there? I can't find them.

No. No.

Are we still having this night out, then?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Wait till they see my mashed potato down the Whitley Palladium, eh?

What do you want?

Ah, Mr Ferguson.

You got a lot of coal here?

For the stove.

Must be expensive to run.

Aye, can be.

Look, come on.

Where did you get it from?

I bought it.

Oh, well, that's good, cos you'll have proof of purchase and receipts.

Withholding information from an inquiry is a serious offence.

OK, look, I admit, sometimes help us out to a few bits and pieces here and

there. But I never took them wagons.

I swear it.

Why should we believe you?

It's the truth.

You're the only one with access to that signal box.

Someone could have got the key.

Where from?

Hook. Round the back.

You're not meant to, but we leave it there, save us losing it.

Who owns this breaker's yard?

A Mr. Osborne.

Well, what are you waiting for? Get round there.

And what about Ferguson?

To be honest, Sarge, I don't think he's got the mouth to carry off anything like

this. I think they had the signal box staked out.

They saw where he had the keys and then helped themselves.

Someone who just happened to have the expertise?

I'm not convinced.

How are you getting on with Kendrick?

Oh, well, we're running a check on him with CRO.

Do you really think that he'd steal his own goods?

And claim the insurance money?

Wouldn't be the first time it's happened, I assure you.

Can I help you?

Jack Osborne?

That's me.

found one.

You know, I reckon this is the last one left in the country.

Well, let's have a look then.

Oh, aye, that should do the job.

Now then, we'll need a blackboard for menu.

Each edge in the country needs stripped down and broken up. Simple as that.

Every one.

That's what I said.

How many did you get through in a year?

Two, three, no more.

And you'd notice if one went missing from the yard.

What do you think?

That. What is it? Just heard back from the CRO.

Kendrick did time at Durham for insurance fraud.

What on earth? Oh, Bernie.

Are the Russians coming?

It's the only one we could find.

We weren't quite sure where to put it.

Preferably back on the truck.

Territorial Army lent us this.

Really? Have you got a list of competitors?

Competitors? Well, just to get an idea of the numbers.

Well, it's not the feeding of the 5 ,000. It's more of a low -key affair.

I thought we said tea.

In my experience, the punters always prefer something a bit stronger.

Here, try one of these.

They're a bit of an experiment.

Mmm.

What is it?

Um, rabbit.

Little flopsy.

Oh, David.

Well, I didn't know he'd named it.

You withheld information.

It's not something you broadcast.

Look, I made a mistake and I've paid for it.

I've served my time.

It was years ago.

All this I've built up since.

100 % legitimate.

Go through the books of the tooth, if you like. You won't find anything.

You must admit it's a bit of a coincidence.

I'm innocent.

You're wasting your time here. You ought to be out there looking for that train.

Don't worry, we are.

Why don't they strike again?

I've got a tobacco shipment coming through from Hull.

When? Tomorrow.

You should stay and unhijack the consignment as well.

Ashfordly Police Station.

When?

We'll be with you as soon as we can.

Bye.

Who was that?

Mr Ellis at the railway station.

His office has been broken into.

Again?

Call Walker.

Tell him I'm meeting there.

No, Ed.

I wouldn't have noticed anything if it hadn't been for that paper on the floor.

It must have blown off the desk when they closed the door.

What have we got?

No sign of forced entry.

Anything missing?

Freight timetables.

Kendrick's got another shipment coming through here tomorrow.

Yeah, which was in the file.

It's due in about 8 .30.

Looks like they're planning to strike again.

This time we'll be waiting for them.

The freight train will be coming along this line here.

We will be positioned at this junction with the empty wagon.

And then we start the train.

How?

Once the train is at a complete standstill, we unhitch the freight wagon

containing the tobacco and we recouple the empty wagon, which will have been

positioned in this siding here.

You then climb on board the empty wagon, and the train proceeds to Aidensfield,

where it will be held overnight.

Mr Ellis and myself will be positioned in the shunting yard along with local

reinforcements.

When the thieves strike, we move.

With a bit of luck, they won't know what's hit them.

I never opened the door a bit.

Had to build lighting.

The mic's sealed.

Hey, what if they're armed?

Don't worry. We've got the element of surprise on our side.

Train's moving into position now.

All units standing by.

Might as well make ourselves comfortable.

I feel like we're in for a long wait.

Would you like one?

No, thanks.

That'll make them corned beef.

No. You give up.

I'll go on then.

Cow.

What?

There isn't a cow in here.

We passed them in one of the fields.

That was hours ago.

I'm going to turn again.

I fly.

Mine flies.

What was that?

It's gone.

What? The wagon.

Stolen from under our noses.

May the best man win.

Absolutely.

Heads.

First three wagons go missing and then we lose another.

This investigation is rapidly turning into a farce.

Where have they gone?

The Aidensfield Triangle.

I doubt you'll find it funny, Bellamy. Sorry, Sarge.

I've just had Kendrick on the phone screaming blue murder, wondering what

blaze is going on.

And the thing that galls me most is I can't tell him.

We were supposed to be protecting that shipment.

How on earth did they find out?

Ellis?

What, you think he hit himself over the back of the head?

Oh, no, but he could have, uh, corned beef.

Sarge?

Sandwiches.

Yes, one at a time, please, gents.

Five pounds on bigger stuff at 64, thank you.

David!

Do you want a burger?

Oh, no thanks.

Have you got anything vegetarian?

I didn't know you were vegetarian.

I've converted.

I think I've got a carrot somewhere.

Yeah, here it is.

Might as well finish that off.

Oh, come on, lad.

You don't really think I'd have turned Flopsy into a burger, do you?

He's at home, David.

Safe and sound in his orchard to his ears in carrots.

Where is she?

Who? Your daughter.

Well, she's not here.

Where was she last night?

No idea.

You told her, didn't you? About the plan.

She even made your Ruddy Sarnies.

She was the only other person that knew.

She wouldn't. I mean, there's no way Val could have been involved.

Where is she now, then?

How's it doing?

I reckon Bernie could win this if he keeps his nerve.

You do that on purpose.

You must know these tracks like the back of your hand.

Where could they possibly hide the wagons?

How would I know?

Well, look at it properly.

This is a recent map.

So? Well, some of the abandoned sidings aren't even shown.

By the way?

Well, it's the one that the railway police use.

Well, they gave us this copy.

Look, there's one here, just beyond Ulthwaite Bridge.

It used to lead up to the old mine, but it's been disused for years.

That's about ten minutes away from the station.

Any others?

Well, not close by.

Right. You two, come with me.

Younger, get on to transport police.

That's where they must be.

Sorry, are you all right? What do you think?

I totally understand you prefer to call me today.

Not likely.

What?

You have to, David.

I can't.

It's the final end.

If all else fails, kill the Jack.

Whatever happens, we can't let bigger stuff win.

It's there, just round that bend.

Right, you lot, come with me.

He's not going to stop.

Get out of the way!

You all right?

Fucker. Thank you.

That's insane.

Very well.

Right, let's get up then.

Where can we stop it?

Think.

We'll have to get in touch with Ferguson.

Oh, no.

What? The 1220.

What are you on about? There's a passenger train heading straight for us.

can it be diverted?

It'll have left the station already.

But what can we do?

Just pray they reach that side in time.

Games not lost till it's won.

Game's over.

Take them away.

I don't think I didn't see what you did.

Bernie, I can explain.

Jumped up little so -and -so.

He'd been cheating for years.

About time he got his comeuppance.

And he rode up Batman 1.

Cheers. Cheers.

Oh, we certainly deserve that.

Hey, can't believe Val got herself into so much debt.

Just foolish, I guess.

Falling in with the wrong crowd in London.

I suppose with her husband having worked with the railways, seemed an obvious

way out.

To cuss her own father.

Well, they unbargained on Ellis staying late.

And it wasn't Val who actually attacked him.

She got Colin to do the dirty work.

Yeah, and he charmed Osborne at the breaker's yard into getting them an

Enough work already.

Please.

Oh, no.

What? At the bar.

Look who's there.

I look good.

Let's see if we can get a drink out of them.

No. They're probably just talking about work.

Let's pretend we haven't seen them.

Hey, look who I've just spotted.

Who? Well, it's Gina, over there.

Oh, hi.

Well, look, we could go somewhere else if you want. And who is that she's with?

Come on.

Gina,

hi. Who's your friend?

Helen. It's Helen.

Bit of a coincidence, eh? Yeah, we're on a girl's night out.

Yeah, we're on, er, Bud's night out.

Oh, never mind.

At least we've got someone to dance with.

Come on, Rob.

Shh.

Do you, er, want to dance?

Don't you want a drink?

Drink, eh?

For your daughter, Trent.

How about that coffee I promised you?

Why don't we skip the coffee?

I

found

us a venue for that reunion.

Full house.

Hello. Can I see you tonight? I've got a meeting up at the hospital.

Tomorrow night?

I'd like to talk to a constable. I'm a constable. Come on.

I mean a constable.

Yes, sir.

And yes, sir. What can I get for you, Sergeant?

At this time of night, Mr. Blaketon. Are you going to do us for it, then?