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

Heartbeat, what does a love chip say in my memory?

Suppose you want me banned from walking now as well.

Don't start.

You know perfectly well why you were banned.

There were coppers parked outside me local.

You set me up. No, you've been drinking.

You broke the law. My job is to uphold it. Without my licence, I haven't got a

job now.

You messed up my life.

I'll get even with you, Miller.

You'll see.

Couldn't believe my eyes, Blaketon. Looked in his den and there he was, fast

asleep, snoring his head off. Oh, really?

Feet up, boots off, and not the first time I've caught the lazy bandit.

Well, chances are you'll be needing a new gamekeeper, my lord.

Damn right, I sent the fellow packing.

He's let poaching on the estate go right out of hand.

Aunt Peggy reckons that with no gamekeeper about, there's lots of

kept on your estate at night. Well, does she know that, I wonder?

Oh, there.

No idea.

Well, if I can think of a reliable replacement, my lord, I'll let you know.

Well, that's why I certainly need one.

PDQ.

Morning, Sarge.

You're not going to like this.

It looks like they got in through the toilet window.

Brought the glass.

My office?

Oh, it's just as bad.

It seems they've been through everything.

Blimey. What else?

Blimey.

Oh, baby.

You don't know what I've done.

I've committed a crime.

I've broken the law.

While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me, I

held up that rock.

a liquor store.

But I've got to creep down the alleyway, ride down the highway.

Before they come to catch me, I'll be gone

somewhere they can't find me.

We're knocking milk.

I need a loaf as well.

There's a shop on the corner.

No.

No, I'm not going to risk it. No -one knows you're here. We've kept it

watertight.

You don't know Jimmy Fay.

He'll have men looking for me everywhere.

Aidan feels a long way from Leeds.

He's got bent coppers there on his payroll. It could easily leak out.

Even Leeds CID haven't been told where you are. You're under our protection,

that's all they know.

I just want the trial to be over.

And him to be put away.

We all do.

It won't be long now.

Ain't it right, mate?

It doesn't look as though anything's been taken. What about in here?

Half happens there's nothing in here either, Sergeant.

It's a bit of a puzzle, isn't it?

They were obviously after something.

They didn't find it. Not necessarily.

Could be an act of vandalism.

Someone with a grudge causing a mess.

Anybody in mind, Sarge? I have my thoughts.

I'll get scenes of crying fingerprinted first, then I'll take action.

Hello, stranger.

Hardly see you these days.

I'm all right.

I suspect you're a bit busy at the moment, though.

Chris and I aren't joined at the hip, you know. I do still talk to other

We're friends as well as neighbours, aren't we?

Yeah, of course.

Look, I'm sorry I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Sergeant Mills called me in Tashfordly.

Oh, anything serious?

I can't go into it, but he's not best pleased.

I'm sorry to trouble you, but you don't have any spare change. I'm trying to use

the phone box.

Doreen? Sorry?

Doreen Crosby.

I don't believe it.

Joe.

I'll leave you two to it. I've got to get on.

What are you doing here?

Oh, long story.

Wait, you know, I moved from York when I got married.

Yeah, yeah, I remember.

It didn't work out.

We divorced after two years.

Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.

Um, I've been working as a hairdresser since.

Yeah, you always wanted to do that.

I'm trying to branch out, set up my own business.

A visiting rural hairdressing service.

That sounds interesting.

I don't need to ask what you've been up to these days. Yeah, I joined the force

after you left.

You always talked about London, as I remember.

I changed my mind. I'm stationed here now. I enjoy it.

It's really good to see you.

And you.

I'm here for two or three days. I'm staying in a B &B.

Why don't we meet up? We could go for a drink or something.

That sounds good.

I'd like that.

Look, I...

I'd feel happier if the police were here all the time.

We haven't got the manpower for that.

There's no reason to suspect you're in any danger here.

We'll respond quickly to a call if anything comes up and I'll be checking

you two or three times a day.

Funny, isn't it?

I've been in trouble all my life with the police.

Now I really need you.

We need you too.

Don't worry.

Please keep calling in.

It gets a bit lonely here.

I can understand that.

You seem all right for a copper.

I mean, you'd strike me as a decent woman.

Probably despise me for what I am.

A two -bit low -life villain.

Whatever you are, Mr Fletcher, I admire you for the stand you've taken.

That requires real courage.

Doesn't mean I'm not scared, though, cos I am.

Please call me Alec.

I, er... I only usually get called Michael Fletcher when I'm up before the

All right, Alec.

I'll see you soon.

Bye.

What I'm trying to say is that proper country folk want a balance when it

to poaching. You know, they want a fair contest.

Oh, like giving rabbits guns to shoot back with, you mean?

No, I mean poachers, proper poachers. They relish the challenge of pitting

wits against a professional gamekeeper. It's all part of the ritual, isn't it,

Willie? Aye, if you say so. I wouldn't know.

I mean, when there's a gamekeeper not worth his name, any Tom, Dick and Harry

can go and grab what they want.

Well, you might do me getting your wish.

Lord Ashfordly is looking for a new man.

What? Right.

He wants somebody who knows the estate well, somebody who can handle a shotgun,

and somebody who knows the ways of the poacher.

You should apply, Peg.

You're well qualified by the sounds of it.

20 yards away and you didn't see it being nicked?

Well, I was helping this woman with a pram.

I've notified PC's Weatherby and Mason and Division have been informed, Sarge.

Would be a laughing stock.

First the break -in and now this.

The pub you were outside.

The Bruce Arms.

Bruce Arms.

Isn't that where Gorman drinks?

I don't know.

Who's he? Gorman. Derek Gorman. The bloke we did for drink driving last

Oh, the lorry driver.

Yeah, I think he was caught driving away from the Bruce.

Well, he's been threatening to get even with us. He might see nicking a panda

car and doing that.

I think I'll pay Mr. Gorman a visit.

What do you want me to do, Sergeant?

Ideally, disappear in a puff of smoke. Failing that, I would like you to find

the police car you so carelessly lost.

My new gamekeeper? I've never heard such a ludicrous suggestion.

Things need keeping under control, my lord.

I'm as anxious as you are to see good gamekeeping on the estate.

Don't be absurd. You're one of the most notorious poachers round here.

That is not true.

However, I do have knowledge of the local poaching fraternity and their

I know damn well you do.

My lord, it's in nobody's best interest to see the wholesale slaughter of game

and wildlife.

I am offering to help.

And I'm offering the door. Out. Now.

Otherwise I'll assist your departure and I'll boot up your backside.

Looks like he'll be called by the prosecution on Thursday.

We're still two days away.

They can't stand their own kind, Rassid.

If they find me first, I'm done for.

With your testimony, Jimmy Fay's going down for life.

They thought I had no choice after what I did.

It was sickening.

Barbaric.

He was a decent family man, that newsagent.

Wife, young kid, he was... Jimmy been putting the threes on him, had he?

Little corner shop, that's all he had.

He told Jimmy straight, I can't afford any more, I won't pay.

I thought Jimmy might knock him about a bit, you know.

Instead, he took out his gun.

Watched the poor man tremble in front of him.

Then just shot him.

No mercy.

I couldn't believe it.

My knees went weak.

He just turned to me and said, clear this mess up.

And he left untouchable.

That's what his face said.

I'm Jimmy Fay.

I've killed a man and I'm untouchable.

I was sick.

Physically sick.

It's made me realise what my life's amounted to.

If I only ever do one decent thing, it'll be to put him where he belongs.

Behind bars for good.

That's a good one.

Well, I hope it's a write -off when you find it.

We don't see it as a laughing matter.

Were you at the Bruce Arms the time the vehicle went missing?

Mind your own business.

That is my business.

No, I wasn't. I haven't the brass to be out drinking.

Where were you then?

Well, since you took my licence away, I've had no work to go to.

I was here.

Can anyone verify that?

Why, should they have to? What right have you got to come round here accusing

me? No one's accusing you of anything.

I'm asking you if anyone can confirm that you were here.

No, they can't.

My wife has been forced to go out to work now.

You'll have to take my word for it.

The nerve of the woman.

A bit like putting a fox in charge of a chicken coop.

I'll say this for her. She's never backward in coming forward, is Peggy

Armstrong.

Oh, we're laughing about it, but I still haven't found anyone.

Well, I did ask around, my lord, but all the best blokes seem to be working.

It's open season out there at the moment. Every Tom, Dick and Harry's out

night. That's exactly what Peggy Armstrong said.

Ironic. Yeah.

But you know, my lord, thinking about it, there's an old saying.

Set a thief to patch a thief.

What are you getting at, Blaketon?

Oh, you're in, are you?

I need a word.

As you know, Constable, I'm not one for tittle -tattle.

I have better things to do with my time than spying on my neighbours.

Of course.

But I do have a nose for something that's not quite right.

Go on.

Since Mrs Cumberworth packed away, God rest her soul, her daughter's rented out

her house.

Any road.

A chap's moved in there, oh, two or three days ago.

He's never once stepped out of a door.

And he's got a fancy woman calling on him.

Fancy woman?

Well, she never wears a wedding ring.

Pops round, stays for a bit, goes away all times, the day and night she comes

round. Why are you telling me this?

Don't you think it's a bit peculiar?

There could be getting up to all sorts in there.

Like what?

These days, it could be anything.

I mean, drugs or what have you.

Or... He might be paying her to come round for a bit of housey father.

I'm sorry?

Well, you know, she might be one of them ladies of the night.

She looks the sort.

Anyway, I've set my car number.

Right.

Look, you leave it with me, Olive. I'll get on to it right away.

As I say, I'm not about it. No, of course not.

I'll be in touch.

North Arden CID.

PC mate in Aidensfield. Could you ask DS Dawson to get in touch?

Eh?

Would you believe it?

Right, what's up?

I have just been offered a job, David.

Oh, that you like working.

Lord Ashfordly has hired me as his new gamekeeper.

Oh, God, he can't have.

He has, and I'm to start on the estate this very evening.

Oh, well, that'll be handy, won't it?

I mean, you'd have been down there anyway tonight, wouldn't you? Oh, no,

Oh, no, this is different, David.

Tonight... I am going empowered by the full authority of the law.

Tonight, I shall be the hunter, not the hunted.

So, what have you got there?

Oh, well, there'll be a signpost when you turn off the Morton Road.

Oh, thanks.

Hi, Jo.

What are you coming?

Getting directions.

Out to some farmer's wife. I phoned her and she agreed to try a new hairdo.

Her accent's thick as butter. Couldn't make her tell her directions.

That's country folk for you. You should have asked me. I am the local bobby,

after all.

Yeah.

Out of uniform.

You're more like the Diffie -Joe Mason I used to know.

I fancied you in those days.

Me, you.

But if I remember rightly, you were the one that ran off to get married.

Oh, yeah.

Well, we'll make mistakes.

Let me get us a drink.

Good evening, Joe.

Someone at the hospital was saying a police car's been stolen.

Is that right?

Yes. Yes, it is.

It's a bit embarrassing, isn't it? Is that why Miller called you in this

morning? No, that was something else.

Doesn't sound like someone's having a very good day.

He's the nurse I saw you with this morning, isn't he?

Yeah, we're neighbours.

Look, it's a bit crowded in here.

Tell you what, why don't we go back to my place?

We can have a drink there and catch up on old times.

I like the sound of that.

So, you never married then?

No.

There's no one special in your life.

Not really.

I got your message.

Oh, right.

Could you excuse me a minute?

You're not on the game, are you, Sarge?

I beg your pardon?

Someone in my patch saw you going in and out of the house of one of her

neighbours. She reckons the bloke in there's a bit dodgy.

Took down your number plate.

Thinks you might be a visiting lady of the night.

This may seem amusing to you, PC Mason, but it's extremely important you don't

mention this to anyone.

Friends, colleagues, Sergeant Miller, anyone at all.

You got that?

Some big hush -hush CID job, is it?

I can't discuss it.

But I don't want it known to anyone that I've been in that street.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I understand.

And you can put a lid firmly on it as far as this neighbour's concerned.

Tell her there's nothing to worry about.

OK.

I can't stress how important this is, PC Mason.

So, no -one special in your life, eh?

Oh, no, no, she's just a... A casual girlfriend.

A colleague.

We work together.

Oh, WPC?

No, she's my senior officer.

A sergeant in the CID.

Well, it must be important for her to come out and see you this time of night.

No, just routine.

Well, either way, there are enough attractive women round here.

I'd better take you home.

Seems right going through the gate.

We'd always dig in over a fence at the back.

Them days are gone, David.

Big changes are in the air now.

Open the gate for me, lad.

Right.

Let's bring some law and order into these wild woods, shall we?

I knew me and Terry weren't right.

Even as we stood at the altar.

I was disappointed when you got married.

Were you?

I always had a bit of a thing for you.

I fancied you too.

This ought to be enough, shouldn't it?

Who knows?

It's a bit late now.

Is it?

Both single.

Available.

We haven't seen each other for years.

We hardly know each other now.

We could try to get to know each other.

in time

oh

stay right where you are i put a spell on

You're playing up, Penny. You made me jump.

You nipped the poaching wallet.

Don't be daft. Says who?

Says me.

Your new gamekeeper.

It's shit.

I don't like the things you do.

Oh, maybe I lie.

Come on. Come on.

Oi. Right.

Inside.

With the others.

Not a bad bag for one night, eh,

David?

I'm off for me tea break now.

Hang on a minute.

No, you stay here and guard that door.

Okay, goodbye.

Can't you wait until I've shaved?

I've got an appointment.

New headies don't wait.

Oh.

Martin, you made this.

Yeah, you bet.

Anything true about this missing panda car?

I don't think so. I haven't had time to check.

We've been a bit occupied.

The cells are full and there's a big demand for a morning brew.

Full? Who with?

About half a dozen poachers, Sergeant.

Caught on Lord Ashfordly's estate last night.

Well, who brought them in?

I did.

Morning, George.

Nice to be on the same side at last.

Hello, Doreen.

Well done, girl.

Jimmy will be proud of you.

I tried to find out, but I don't think he knows the hiding of the collector

here.

Good fit.

We've got the uniform and the cop car to lift him, but we have to find him.

Don't panic.

I may have chance for something that could help.

Female CID sergeant came by and talked to me last night.

I couldn't pick up much, but I heard him ask her about a hush -hush CID job.

And?

She put a lid on it.

Makes sense.

Uniformer told nothing about Fletcher.

Only locals CID are in the know.

How does that help us?

We still haven't got the address.

I got her registration number.

Taylor.

She could lead us to him.

Worth a shot.

You've done well.

I'll do anything for my Jimmy.

You know that.

Right, let's get this lot sorted out.

Yes, come on.

And as a fellow custodian of the law, George, I'm sure you'll agree with me

we've been far too lenient with poachers in the past.

And what action exactly do you expect the police to take in this matter?

Well, they deserve to be locked away, George, and I think we should throw away

the key.

Don't be absurd.

Society's too soft on criminals these days, George.

Sergeant Miller, if you don't mind.

They've admitted to trespass. They'll be cautioned and warned about future

transgressions. And you can tell them they'll get both barrelled if I catch

again? I hope.

That as gamekeeper you are fully aware of the laws pertaining to firearms, Mrs

Armstrong? Oh, yes, of course.

Well, you just go and read on the riot act then, George.

Can I have a word, Sergeant?

It's rather urgent.

Yes, of course.

Wennerby! Sort this one out! I want them all out of here!

Especially her!

You hung it up after work last night.

Did you go out anywhere?

I went to the Aidensfield Arms. I was gone about half an hour.

Did you check it was hung up when you got back?

Well, I had no reason to.

And you didn't go out again?

No.

So, assuming that no -one broke in and stole your uniform from your bedroom

while you were asleep, it's most likely it was taken while you were at the pub.

I'm afraid it's not quite that simple, Sergeant.

Oh?

Come on, boys.

You did an excellent job last night, by all accounts.

Just to start, my lord, I'm determined to rid our estate of those who would

trespass on our land and take our game.

My land, my game, Mrs Armstrong.

Just a figure of speech, Lord.

Ey up.

Watch this.

Excuse me.

Just spotted an intruder.

I used to know her quite well, but that was a few years ago.

Did you have an argument or anything?

Could she have taken it to get back at you in some way?

It wasn't like that.

I was supposed to be seeing her this evening, but when I called at the B &B,

was supposed to be staying out. They'd never heard of her.

When I couldn't find her, I realised maybe she had something to do with that

stolen panda car as well.

Peggy, you made me jump.

Just taking deeper out for a morning walk.

Not on my land, you're not.

Well, you'd have to always walk her here, you know I do. Not any more.

You're trespassing.

You weren't saying that last night when I was hoping you'd catch them poachers.

You had permission last night. You haven't got it today. I don't want you

wandering over my land willy -nilly.

Your land?

No, Peggy, I think all this is going to your head.

Now, I'm seeing you off. Come on.

First the break -in.

Then the car is taken.

And now PC Mason's uniform is stolen.

It's a very worrying sequence of events.

CRO, check on Doreen. She has some previous for theft.

And she's known to move in criminal circles in the Leeds area.

I'm sorry, everyone.

Doreen was a decent girl when I knew her.

All right. Our concern now is to find out what's going on and to prevent it.

The theft of the car and the uniform would indicate that somebody's intending

impersonate a police officer.

The break -in was probably to find information.

Any guess as to what we're looking for?

There is something we might check on, Sergeant.

Yes? Well, by chance, I learned that D .S. Dawson was conducting a secret CID

operation in Aidensfield.

Could it be to do with that?

I don't know anything about a CID operation. Alf?

Nothing's come through, Sarge.

What is this operation?

I've no idea. DS Dawson wouldn't tell me, but she did stress how important it

was.

Alf, get North Ellerton CID on the line. Put it through to my office.

Nathan, with me.

Only one more day.

I'm not sure which is making me more nervous, Jimmy's men looking for me or

court case.

I'll get you some more cigarettes.

Always take Jacob for a walk. It's not like we're doing any harm.

I can't turn blind eyes, David. Not in my position.

With power comes responsibility.

Would you believe it?

The cheeky blighter.

What? Wally Buxton.

He's failed by night, so he's trying his luck by day.

Oi!

Oi! You trespassing!

Oh, you want to play games, do you?

Well, we'll see about that.

Oh, dear.

I think you might have shot him, Aunt Peg. No.

No, I can't have.

Wally?

Wally! Are you all right?

He'll find a load of buckshot into his... You know, his...

bottom.

Oh, crazy old bag.

You could have killed me.

I understand that, but I could at least have been informed that CID were

operating on my patch.

They've confirmed the operation, but they won't give any details yet.

I know the street that D .S. Dawson has been visiting, sir.

We've been ordered to keep away for 24 hours.

Meanwhile, we'll have to pursue other lines of inquiry, like trying to find

old girlfriend.

Police, Mr. Fletcher.

Your hiding place has been discovered. You need to leave with a matter of

urgency.

Where's Sergeant Dawson?

We're to meet in the new safe house. Come on, we've got to get out.

I don't think there's any real cause for alarm, Wally. The pellets are embedded

in the, um, fleshy bit.

No cause for alarm?

She shot me.

I meant you're not in any danger.

I'll get out what I can, clean yourself a bit, then get you to hospital, have

any remaining pellets removed.

It were a complete accident, weren't it, David? Tell him.

You witnessed the incident, did you?

Yeah, Aunt Peggy saw him coming through the fence and she shouted, stop or I'll

shoot, and then she shot him.

I did no such thing, you great lummox. I tripped and my gun went off.

Did you threaten to shoot him? Well, yes, I may have warned him, but the gun

an accident.

You saw me trip and fall.

I'm not sure I did, actually.

What are you playing at?

You saw what happened.

Oh, I remember you trying to chuck me and Deeper out of the woods, stop us

walking here.

I don't know why you're wasting your time on a worthless poacher, anyone.

You know yourself that he was only cautioned for it only this morning.

listen to any of her twaddles. She shot me!

If you do find Miss Crosby, please contact us immediately.

Thanks.

Leeds Police Station's not been back to her address.

She disappeared a short time after a man called Jimmy Fay was arrested.

Fay?

Now, he's a big -time villain.

Coming off a trial soon, I believe.

Leeds reckon that Dorian's his current girlfriend.

I've been a complete idiot.

Is Sergeant Miller in?

I've already lodged a complaint with CID.

I should have been putting the picture much sooner, Sergeant.

Division felt it best that as few officers know as possible.

And now you've lost him.

I'm responsible for this, Pat.

It might have been a courtesy to at least inform me of the basics.

You best take it up with Division.

There was no sign of a break -in or a struggle, so either this Alex was

left to his own free will... Which I don't consider likely.

Or he was lifted to prevent him giving evidence in the trial of this, um...

Faye. A Leeds villain called Jimmy Faye.

Sergeant, I've just learned that Doreen is Faye's girlfriend.

Well, that's it, then.

Jimmy's gang used your uniform and the police car as a way to lift Fletcher.

That would seem the most likely explanation, yes.

All right, weather bay, not to be out there.

Alf, get on to division. We need to set up roadblocks.

But how would they have known where he was?

Did you let something slip to her?

Of course not.

You told me not to say anything to anyone and I didn't. All right, let's

the inquest until later, Sergeant.

We need to find this Fletcher and this gang and fast.

You won't find them sitting down easy for the next couple of days.

She can't just do that, can she? Shoot people.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Mrs Armstrong maintains that the gun went off by accident. It did not.

She threatened to shoot me.

Then pull the trigger.

That's quite a serious allegation.

Yeah, well, these are quite serious wounds.

Not really. They're all superficial.

They'll heal quite quickly. Yeah, well, maybe, but she did shoot me. She can't

deny that. I want her arrested.

And if you don't go out about it, I will.

I'll see a solicitor. I'll sue her and Lord Ashfordly. You'll see.

Ow!

Oh! Constable Mason, I want to say thank you to you. I need an urgent word,

Olive. A lot of people these days knock the police, but I consider that first

-rate service.

First -rate. Olive.

Arresting that chap.

The man down the lane, do you mean? Yeah.

First I report my suspicions, then you lot arrest him. A police car comes by,

takes him away.

Well done.

Oh, look, and here comes the other one.

Bold as breath.

He wants to take her in as well.

She confirms a police car came for her.

I'll let Miller know. Go and get more details off her. I'll have another look

the house. They have left us something to go on.

PC Mason confirms he's definitely been lifted.

I don't give much for his chances now.

Excuse me, Sergeant Miller.

This shooting incident on Lord Ashford is a state.

What about it?

Well, Mrs Armstrong had mixed responsibility but claims it was an

Wally Buxton reckons it was deliberate.

That's a serious allegation.

Exactly what I said.

I said that's a serious allegation, just like you did just now. I said it as

well. Yes.

All right, young man.

Have you enough evidence to charge her?

I'm not sure, Sergeant.

But Wally Buxton threatened to sue her and Lord Ashfordly.

Did he now?

Write up your notes and let me have them.

Keep me informed as to what's going on out there, I hope.

Neither of us is going to come out there smelling of roses, you know. You're

dead right. She completely took me in the door in.

There is something. It's a long shot.

But yesterday when I met her in the pub, Doreen was writing down directions to

somewhere to do with a hairdressing appointment, she said.

How did that help?

The hairdressing business was obviously a lie, but she did need directions to

somewhere.

Where, do you remember?

She didn't ask me. It was Oscar Blaketon.

Yes, I remember her asking me.

I wonder what it is she was after.

This could be very important, Oscar.

Hmm.

Yes, a farmer, rather, off the Malton Road.

What was he called?

Craggle.

Craggle? Yeah, that was it.

Craggle Farm.

Oh!

Hello, my lord.

What can I do for you?

Afternoon, Ventress.

Sergeant Miller asked me to drop by when I had a moment.

Oh, would you like to come through?

I always show loyalty to my staff and workforce, Sergeant.

I'm sure you do, my lord.

And I shall stand by Mrs Armstrong, because I do not believe for one moment

she deliberately shoot at another person.

Neither do I. She says it was an accident, and I believe her.

Well, there you are, then.

But I'm afraid it's not as simple as that.

According to P .C. Younger, Wally Buxton is threatening a civil action against

her and you as her employer.

Really?

Seems she's ruffled a few feathers being poacher turned gamekeeper.

Well, she's done a damn good job so far.

But she's making enemies.

And if Wally Buxton does sue, it would bring unwelcome publicity to the estate.

And as he was shot on your land, any claim for compensation might prove

I see what you mean.

It's definitely them.

Doreen and at least two men.

The panda car's hidden in the barn.

We don't know how many there are and they could be armed. We can't risk going

with just two of us.

We wait too long, we risk his life.

I'm sorry for you, but you should never have betrayed my Jimmy.

Goodbye, grass.

The cops will never find you now.

Police!

Stay where you are!

Get back or he's dead!

stupid, you'll be done for murder.

I mean it!

That can't be much fun.

Hope it hasn't changed your mind about Jimmy Fay.

Oh, no.

If anything, it's made me more determined to see that man face justice.

Good.

Let's go and get you cleaned up.

It gives me no pleasure, Mrs Armstrong, but Wally Buxton is prepared to drop his

axon only if I get rid of you as gamekeeper.

Oh, well, too good for him, that's why.

Indeed, you were showing great promise.

I will, of course, compensate you and pay a week's wages.

That's very kind of you. But I prefer cash, if you don't mind.

Thanks, Oscar.

So don't forget, Sarge.

Any pound fee idea you get into a mess, just call on Uniform and we'll sort it

out. Yeah.

I can't believe she just cynically used me like that.

She's obviously obsessed with this fake character.

You do say love is blind.

Please.

Yeah, they do, don't they?

Never mind, damn peg.

I suspect there's Mickey and a Sergeant Miller behind all this.

Any road.

So be it.

If Lord Ashfordly doesn't want me on his side, well, he'd better find a jolly

good replacement.

Because I'm back with the opposition now.

You have an affair with my wife and I get the sack of your offer, man. It

never have happened.

I say, Radford, are you completely blind?

I will not.

Have my nose rubbed in it by the cameraman's wife.

For the record, I decide where we are, not you. Set foot on my land tomorrow,

sing one.