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

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

bed.

the hell's going on?

You know how they can stop this?

Get her going, Harry!

Hold Steve!

Now! Now!

Don't let him get the engine!

Use your shovel!

I didn't think so.

On the floor!

Face down! Now!

Aidan's group, please.

Just stay here for me, will you, mate? All right?

It's okay, Ty. Try not to speak.

We're going to get you to a hospital.

There's just a lot of blood. We need to get them back down the track.

I'll be fine.

You want to get after them?

Three of them, I reckon.

Chug off down there. We'll get them.

Don't worry.

No, you get after them now.

It'll be a minute's start.

That's all they got.

I just want you to...

So what are we saying?

Thought we asked him, didn't I?

Yeah, the guard made his way back to the station, raised the alarm and by one,

Mason was pressed on the scene. Joe?

You were here when the driver died?

Yes, Sarge.

And acting on the information I received, I proceeded to... Mason!

Bayek, I thought we got shot at you to the Met.

No, sir.

Not yet.

Looks like just one vehicle.

Bit heavy.

We'll need to get scenes of crime up here to confirm it.

Just in case there was any doubt, the kindly left is this.

So how far are we from the nearest road?

Not far.

Here we are.

Looks like we turned left.

Not far.

We picked the perfect spot for a quiet getaway.

It's been carefully planned.

Where's that road lead?

Into Edensfield, I think.

I don't really know the patch that well yet.

Pity, because we could have saved ourselves a half -hour trek if we'd come

by the road.

Well, I just presumed you'd want to be thorough.

You really are full of it, aren't you, Mason?

Just trying to do the job.

Well, let's get back to the station. We're wasting valuable time.

Oh, goodness sake.

I'll give you a piggyback start.

No!

Thank you.

Yeah, that's fine.

Thanks a lot. OK? Yeah.

The train was stopped here.

These woods behind here, that was their escape route.

They came out on this old farm track, which finally meets the road here.

I think the ideal spot for a quiet getaway. The whole thing must have been

carefully planned.

Oh, it was very carefully planned.

Not dealing with amateurs here.

Three teas and a coffee.

Coffee's down this end.

The track was very muddy. See the crime are down there now, but the car marks

suggest one vehicle.

My guess would be quite a large van.

Well, they knew the road was bad. They wouldn't risk getting bogged down.

Make yourself useful, lad, will you? Get us some sugar.

Sir, biscuits.

Only if they're plain.

Rich tea. I like a nice rich tea.

Garibaldi. We might have some of them.

Well, you can use your discretion.

Oh, that smells lovely.

Nothing beats bacon and frying in the morning.

Well, do you want one? I've got two.

Just the one with the... surgical corset.

No, I don't think so.

Bill.

Bill!

Bin.

Now, what have we got here, then?

Drain, drink water and thumb.

Who's that, then?

Solicitors.

Now, we're either going to be sued or summonsed. I know. It could be that

we sold that dodgy jukebox to, the one we got in the fire sale. He was very

with his threats.

All the records had melted.

Caveat emptor, David.

Well, that's legal talk.

But if he was daft enough not to check it before he bought it, it's his own

silly fault.

Yeah, I reckon it's him.

Away, eh?

I don't believe it.

What does it say?

Sir Uncle Herbert's cousin's hero.

Who? He's just popped his clogs.

Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that.

Well, don't be, because I'm mentioned in the will.

I've been left a legacy.

Where's that phone?

The post office reckons 30 mail sacks went on that train, at least half a

containing cash and securities, notes from several different banks.

Ah, inside job, got to be.

The sacks came from Mount Pleasant in London. Shall we get on to the Met?

I'll have a word with Charlie Hawkins. He's the man to talk to down there.

What do you want us to do then, Gov?

Look, I realise you won't have had much experience with this sort of villain

love, but I have.

Professional blaggers, the whole thing's going to be organised like a military

operation. I agree, but... In 24 hours, they're going to be out the country.

Then we should be putting out an all -ports call.

Exactly.

Top of your list.

Shouldn't we be setting up roadblocks for the vine?

Sergeant Miller, can I have a word?

You had everything you need, sir. You have been more than helpful.

It's just that some of your officers are struggling with the idea that this is

now a CID investigation.

I suppose that means me.

Well, I thought we were all making a job. I don't want inexperienced PCs

under my feet. I don't see that that can make you any slower than you already

are. That's enough, Mason.

Sorry, Sergeant. My office.

Now.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Came across that young man when I was serving in York.

Even then he had a reputation as a troublemaker.

Always wanted to go his own way.

I don't want to see his face again during this inquiry.

Got it?

I'll make sure he's assigned to other duties, sir.

Thank you, Miller.

I'm sorry, Sergeant, but... No buts, Mason.

You respect the rank, even if you don't respect the man.

We had the worst detection rate in York CID.

That's why they shunted him off to the sticks, out of harm's way until he's

pensioned off.

You can't tell me the Chief Constable's happy with a duffer like him handling a

train robbery of this size. That is not our concern.

I was the first on the scene.

I watched a brave man die trying to give me a lead. Believe me, I want to get

these guys.

I appreciate that.

Look. I don't like Detective Inspector Ludlow any more than you do.

If he was any use at all, he'd welcome all the help and ideas he can get.

I don't know what your beef is with him, but round here, when it comes to CID,

we keep our opinions to ourselves, even if it means that villains walk free.

Dear Dawson's not a bad officer in my experience.

If you've got any ideas, talk to her. Just keep out of Ludlow's way.

I mean it, Mason.

Sergeant.

Look.

If you want to do something that might make a difference, go and talk to the

driver's widow.

I believe there are a couple of kiddies.

It might be of some comfort to her to know that her husband died a brave man.

Might help the kids too, later on.

It might.

Can I get you a cup of tea, Constable?

Me too.

John Mason, no, no, I'm fine, thanks.

They sent a WPC round to tell me.

He was in the army, you know.

Staff sergeant.

Served in Germany in Cyprus.

Nine years he was a soldier, didn't get a scratch.

He comes home and joins the railways and... It doesn't surprise me he was a

soldier.

Because he stood up to those villains.

He tried to see them off and they were all armed.

He was a very brave man, Mrs Brown.

He never would back down from the fight, but what good is that to me now?

What am I going to tell my children?

That their daddy won't be coming home?

They're too young to understand.

Yeah, he's just a bit too full of himself, if you ask me.

Regards us all as country plums.

Oh, I don't think that's strictly fair.

Really? Right, well, you know it's robbery.

There's CID all over the place.

And he's prancing around arguing with the DI.

He strikes me as a bloke who can stand up for himself.

He certainly looks tough.

You'd like a bit of that, would you?

Yeah, it's a traction.

Then again, I'm a sucker for a warm fireside and an old cosy pair of shoes.

thanks very much. Love you know I can be tough if I have to be.

Why is it marriage turns everyone soft in the head?

Oh, you're just an old misery.

Nobody'll love you anyway, so you needn't worry. I'm not worried.

I'm relieved.

Two pints and a rum and pep. Oh, and get one yourself.

What's this?

Had a win on the GGs, have we?

I've never known her buy a round and then buy another one afterwards.

Ah, yeah, well, we're celebrating.

What?

Oh, it's a secret.

What's not a secret?

Well, I'm not supposed to say, you know, in case people get funny ideas.

What about?

Well, you know, when you have expectations, it can be a bit tricky.

Financial expectations?

I never said that.

I think he'd come into some money.

Give me that, then.

Oh. Cheers, Peg.

Here's to your legacy.

What did I say to you?

I never... I'm... Oh.

Can't walk you out in no morning dew.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Can't walk you out in no morning dew.

Now, a quick word, Sergeant?

Still trying to play the bright lad, are we? I visited the train driver's widow

yesterday. Poor little kid, he's not even at school yet.

So what does it matter where the ideas come from as long as they're good ones?

I reckon these villains want catching.

The robbers could have stopped the train along several hundred miles of track.

Why Aidensfield? What did this location give them?

It's remote.

You said it yourself, a quiet getaway.

They took 30 mailbags off that train.

Only some of the stuff's valuable they want sorting out. Why lug them further

than they have to?

I reckon they've got a vault hole nearby.

Probably an outlying cottage or farm.

We may only have a day or two to catch them before they move on.

I'll have word with the DI.

Don't tell them it was my suggestion.

I don't plan to.

Ten officers' divisions seem fit to give me for this inquiry, Sergeant. And you

want me to turn over every farm, barn and hay rig in the country?

They needed a heavy vehicle to move all those mailbags. They're not going to

want to have to take them any further than they have to.

Yeah, well, they're not going to be sitting around waiting for the local

tops to nick them.

This is a professional group of villains.

London -based, no doubt about it. But they're not going to hang about.

Then why Aidensfield?

Because it is miles away from their local turf.

There's only one way we'll get this mob.

Informants. Oh, yeah.

Someone to grass them up for the reward.

So we just sit around and wait?

Less haste, more speed, Sergeant.

Charlie Hawkins is already on to his snouts.

He'll come up with a couple of names.

What if there's a chance they're still in the area?

Surely that's worth checking out. I have been doing this job for 25 years. I'm

not going to waste my time, energy and manpower on some wild goose chase just

because you don't know how to be patient.

Now, this is what detective work is all about, Sergeant.

You want to do something, go file your nails.

I'll make us some tea, shall I?

Oh, now, that's the best idea you've come up with all day.

A sad loss indeed, Mrs Armstrong.

And one for which...

A sad loss indeed.

Anne!

Good Lord, the 20th? When was that?

A week or so back.

Good grief, that should have been... About this legacy, Mr Drinkwater.

Legacy?

Legacy, indeed.

I mean, how much are we talking?

Only the last time I saw Cyril, he was worth a bob or two.

As you know, I'm sure your cousin was a very religious man.

So the bulk of the estate goes to charitable institutions.

What?

Well, what did he leave her then?

But he didn't know what to do with Midnight Star.

And I have to tell you, Mrs Armstrong, that animal was dearer to him than any

human companion.

Thank you very much.

Did you understand what he was going on about?

Midlife star!

David, we are going to be very, very rich.

Ow! It's a racehorse!

No, he never said that, did he?

Well, he didn't understand most of what he did say.

Cyril was a racing man.

It was in his blood.

That was his ambition, to run his own stables, race in his own colours.

Him and Herbert dreamt about it all the time that they were lads.

Yeah, but what are we going to do with the racehorse? Race it, of course.

Now, you know, said the Bucky, well, he knows some trainers.

Where are we going to keep it? In the barn.

I can just see their faces when we stroll into the owner's enclosure at

We'll be rubbing shoulders with all the knobs.

We'll be like Lord Ashfordly. Yes!

That'll wipe the smile off his face, I reckon.

Instant room, Des Dawson speaking.

Yes, sir, he's here.

D .I. Hawkins in London.

Charlie!

What have you got for me?

Well, now, there's a name to conjure with.

I thought he'd retire to Spain.

No, no, no, no, no.

Big bank jobs.

Always his M .O.

All right, listen, you get him in. I'll get down there myself.

Conduct the interviews tomorrow.

All right?

Yeah, thanks, Charlie.

Thanks a lot.

I owe you.

Well, I reckon it's lunchtime.

The drinks, boys and girls, are on me.

We have got two suspects identified already.

Well, don't go.

Watch and learn, Sergeant, watch and learn.

You know, I've been out of this job for quite some time now.

There's a reason for these grey hairs.

Right, well, let's see what the blue boar has to offer.

You lot are knocking off early.

Is Joe Mason about?

Oh, first man on the scene. I know he's keen to do the slot court.

Um, Miller's asked him to stay out of the way.

I can radio him if you want.

No, don't worry.

You've found the bolt hole, then?

No, we've got two suspects detained in London.

The DI didn't really go for your theory.

Well, I don't suppose he'd want to ruin his reputation as being the stupidest

detective in Yorkshire.

You've got two suspects, Mason.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Nailing the villains, I thought that's what you cared about.

Provided it's the right villain.

What's that, sour grapes?

Oh, come on, Sergeant.

One criminal's much like another.

So you call the nearest one and you fit him up. Saves time and effort. That's

Ludlow's idea of justice.

No -one in the whole police force knows anything but you, eh?

I'm surprised you don't wear your pants outside your trousers.

Ask yourself this.

Why doesn't he do the obvious thing, a search of the area roadblocks? That's

proper police procedure, if he weren't so lazy.

After your local burglar here.

It takes skill and expertise to rob a train.

These are professional criminals. They move in tight -knit circles.

Ludlow's right.

It's all about getting the right intelligence.

Exactly.

Yeah, and he was right about you and all.

You are nothing but an arrogant troublemaker. I should never have

you.

I hope you're not wanting lunch.

I've had a bunch of hikers in. I've run out of bread.

You know, I'm beginning to realise Phil Bellamy's a very lucky bloke. Oh, yeah?

What exactly can I do for you, then, Constable?

The benefit of your encyclopaedic local knowledge.

Oh, you'd better speak to Oscar, then.

I'd rather speak to you.

Oscar!

I hear you've been ruffling feathers.

Me? No, I'm not that sort.

Here's your oracle.

Outline properties, Mr Blaketon.

Farms, cottages, anything that might have come vacant in the last couple of

months. So you think these train robbers are holed up somewhere locally, then?

I'm not CID. I'm not allowed to think.

Times don't seem to have changed in that regard, then.

So can you help me?

Well, I can't think of anyone who's moved away in the past six months.

As for deaths... Well, Bernie had a big family funeral a couple of weeks ago. An

old lady. Bernie Scripps? At the garage?

Yeah, he's also the undertaker.

Oh, thanks.

I'm grateful.

What was he up to?

Phil said he'd been chucked off the case.

Oh, maybe he's fed up with the country beat already and thinks if he annoys

enough, he'll be transferred to the Met straight away.

He's very clever.

Rosie, your dad must have an old horsebox or the like knocking about

Well, he's got an old cattle truck.

No, we need something smaller, something that we can tow.

I'll be happy to pay.

This will be a first.

Peggy, what on earth are you going to do with a racehorse?

Oh, here comes trouble.

Afternoon.

Well, if you hear about it, you'll let me know, will you?

I've got to go. I'm expecting a call from the jockey club.

Maybe I'm using the wrong aftershave. I don't mind Peggy. She's Lauren to

herself. She tries to be, certainly.

I understand you had a big funeral a couple of weeks back, Mr Scripps.

Aye. On Mrs Turnbull. Her family have farmed hereabouts for generations. She

the last one. What sort of property did she leave?

The farm was sold ages ago. She lived in one of the cottages.

And is the cottage empty, as far as you know?

No, you wouldn't want to live out there, believe me.

It's in the middle of nowhere.

I must say.

You've done a grand job.

Yeah, well, you know, I just wanted to make her feel at home.

Hey. Hey, it's him.

It's him.

Oh, just think, David. This time next year, you and me in the winner's

at Ascot. You'll have to get one of them big hats.

Do a sign here.

Thank you.

Aunt Peg?

I think you'd better come and look at this. Just back her out, David, and then

I'll have a look.

There we are, thank you.

What?

Hi there!

It's a pig!

You brought the wrong bloody animal!

That ain't a racehorse!

It's a pig!

First six months here, I've spent most of my time getting lost.

Cassidy, how are you? Fine, thanks. Oh, I heard about the train robbery.

Caught anyone yet?

My bosses reckon they're long gone.

Professionals from London.

Stands for reason, I suppose.

You must know the area pretty well by now.

Yeah, it's my job to get out and about to see patients.

All of these outlying farms that are dotted around, you don't know of any

are empty, do you?

No, not that I can think of.

Oh, thanks anyway.

Sorry.

Oh, of course, there was Reeves Farm.

It had been empty for about three months after the old man died. But someone's

moved in. I drove past there not an hour since.

There was a big van in the yard.

Could you point it out to me?

Yeah.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, you said a great deal, Mr Drinkwater.

Mainly about Cyril's religious conversion. But I don't recall any

pig.

Or a rice horse.

Stupid old windbag.

Who in their right mind would call a pig Midnight Star?

I know someone who is very fond of pigs.

Well, don't you get too fond of her, because tomorrow she's off to the

butcher's.

Oh, Peggy, you couldn't. Oh, don't be so soft, David.

There's lots of bacon butties standing there.

At least we'll come out of it with a bob or two.

You sure it was a shotgun?

As sure as I can be.

A previously empty and isolated farm, a van, two blokes mucking about with a

gun. Come on, Sarge, it's got to be them.

What's your view, Sarge?

As ever, Constable Mason makes a persuasive argument.

Forget it's me that's saying it. Look at the facts for yourself.

I'll have to get in touch with the DI.

You mean get him out of the pub?

He's gone home, because tomorrow he's travelling down to London to interview

suspects.

You don't know yourself any better, do you?

We've got at least two armed bank blaggers sitting on our patch sorting

proceeds from our robbery, and we're twiddling our thumbs.

Can't we just get back up from division and go on ourselves?

I don't like grudges, and I'm not about to be drawn into yours.

We have informed CID. Now it's up to them.

You can make yourself available to Sergeant Dawson to give her any

that she requires.

You are not a one -man band!

That was never my intention.

Good. Then we understand one another.

He's taking his time.

All right, I'll shut up.

Hey, this will be your caller.

You don't know me, Mason.

You don't know what I think about this or anything else.

It's a favourite charm for someone who might appreciate it.

Right, Sarge.

Information received, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Let's just hope it's reliable.

Come on, let's go.

The man was right here.

If we'd been quicker, we'd have got them.

Well, now, Sergeant, look about you.

What do you see?

Nothing.

Why? Because, like I told you, they're going to be in London by now.

Sorry, sir.

It's not her fault. If we had been quicker... Shut up, Mason.

Now, let this be a lesson to you.

You're going to have to be a lot more fastidious with your sources if you're

going to waste everyone's time.

Yes, sir.

Right, lads.

I'm sorry, but...

Yeah, just two kiddies, I reckon.

A lad and a lass, one of each, that'd suit me.

One was enough for Mrs Ventress.

Personally, I think two would have been nice.

Another pint, please, Mr Blaketon. And whatever these two gents would like.

Oh, I'm all right, thank you, Oscar.

I expect you heard about my gaffe today.

Well, some of us just stick with the jobs we were supposed to do.

You haven't got much time for me, have you?

Well, Joe, what do you care what I think?

This is just a boring stopgap for you.

You're off to the Met.

You went to see the driver's widow, didn't you?

Yeah.

Left -hand drive with two little kids.

Give you a pause for thought, I can tell you.

Well, there's some nasty villains out there.

I'm sure we all want to get them. Well, a robbery like this, I think it's safe

to assume that they found a bolt hole for themselves locally.

Maybe the idea's right.

I don't know what to think anymore.

I see two fellas with a band. Maybe they were just clearing the play site. Most

probably were.

I just wanted it to be them.

Good grief.

What happened to you two?

Looks like you fell in a ditch.

More like stood in a ditch.

A really great truck went off the road at Ayers Beckett. It took us nearly two

hours to drag it out. They weren't exactly grateful, either, were they?

Oh, I don't know. What about the great wad of cash they gave us?

They were anxious to be off.

Too right.

They won't get very far. There's something in this crack leaking all I

Could I borrow one of those notes, Mr Scripps? What and why?

Here, I'll swap it for one of mine.

Ah.

You think it might be them?

Well, it sounds promising. You've got to give him credit.

He never gives up, does he?

Maybe this will help.

Presumably the bank gave you a list of the serial numbers of the stolen notes.

Where did you get this?

A large van ended up in a ditch this afternoon.

This is one of the notes the garage man got paid for pulling it out.

Bingo.

This is where he was.

I mean, even with a winch on the tow truck, he had a devil of a job getting

out.

Tell us about the two men.

Ordinary blokes.

Yeah, quite willing to lend a hand.

Urgent deliveries, they said.

Can you describe them?

Twitchy?

This can't be more than three or four miles from the farm.

It has to be then.

I think you were coming.

Someone tipped them off.

How? No -one else knew.

Except the lads at the station and the CID team.

Hiya, Peggy.

I think I may have found you an old horse box. The chap my dad knows, but

need a couple of new tyres.

You haven't heard yet, then?

Thought the whole village would be laughing by now.

Heard what?

Come here.

Well, I don't think she'll be running the gold cup at Ascot for you, Peggy.

Straight to the butcher's tomorrow. That's where she's going.

Look, she's urgent now and she's fretting. Oh, don't be so soft, David.

pig. I'm ready to farrow, I'd say.

Oh, no.

Are you sure?

I think you'd better call the vet.

I can't afford to lay out for a vet.

Well, I knew she was ill.

David, she's pregnant, not ill.

So maybe we could have some piglets.

Hey, we could start a pig farm.

I made you a nice cup of coffee.

Thanks, Alf.

So, was it them?

In the van? Well, we know there were three of them.

Only two were in the van. So two hapless removal men who collected some stuff

from a farm and then drove into a ditch in a hurry to get away.

And paid Mr Scripps with a wad of stolen fibres.

I'd say it was them, then.

Trouble is, Alf, that's only a part of it.

Can I have a word?

Go on.

I've made a list of all the CID officers who knew about the raid on the farm.

I need to add the officers in this station who also knew.

Well, you'd better put my name at the top of that list.

Though what connection you think me or any of my officers may have with a gang

of professional criminals, I don't know.

I'm not accusing anyone.

I'm trying to sort facts from speculation.

Well, that's a good plan.

I've been looking since first light.

No sign of any broken -down vans.

Thanks for trying.

The trouble is I don't know the patch.

There are plenty of nooks and crannies you could hide a van that I just don't

know of there.

Sarge, couldn't be a jet help?

I don't know.

Ah, CID asking for their help?

What does your DI say?

I phoned him last night.

I've been instructed to do nothing until he comes back from London.

He stood the team down for today.

What?

I always thought he was just stupid. It looks like I underestimated him. That's

enough. I don't want to hear any gossip or unfounded accusations against the

senior officer.

What, so we just sit here and do nothing?

What's your view, Sergeant?

I don't know.

Well, as I see it, we have two unknown villains who paid Bernie Scripps in

fivers taken from the robbery.

At the very least, they are material witnesses.

And if they're on our patch, I think we should go out there and find them, don't

you?

What's happened, David?

Sounded really worried on the phone.

Oh, you'd better come and have a look.

Was it Peggy?

She had an accident.

She's in there.

Oh, thank goodness you're here.

I've seen me dad do this, but I just... You've called me out for a pig.

Well, apparently the vet was busy.

It's not to do with me.

Well, I don't know what else to do.

Oh, quick, I think she's starting.

Get me a bucket of hot water and some soap, David.

that's where the van was last sighted we'll divide the area into quadrants and

move out from there let's go

Delta Alpha 240 Control.

I found the vehicle, Sarge. It's been abandoned.

I reckon I'm two miles from the main roads just below Ayers Beck.

We've just had a call from Brooks of Ashfordly.

Their delivery van was on its rounds.

Stopped at the end of a farm track.

It's been hijacked.

Two armed men.

Over. I'm at good reference 89 degrees east and 92 degrees north. Anywhere

close. Over.

There you are, Sarge.

It's a bat.

Half a mile north of where you are.

It's a blue van with Brooks of Ashfordly written on the side.

Over. On my way. Out.

Yeah.

Music, sweet music, I wish I could caress, caress, caress.

Man, it's impressive, sir, for a street in the middle.

Miller's just radioed.

Mason's behind them and he's pushing them this way. Do you think they'll be

armed? Probably.

yourself next.

How many are there?

Six. I don't think we're done yet.

Seven. Oh, look at those.

I've got nothing to fit.

Right, well, now I'll take over from here if the rest of you just excuse us.

I'm sorry, sir, that can't be done.

I'm awaiting instructions from HQ.

Now, that is a direct order, Sergeant.

It was you that tipped them off, wasn't it?

What?

That is an outrageous accusation. You're in deep trouble now, Mason.

We've got the van, stolen banknotes. You're going down anyway.

You're going to just sit back and let him walk away? Now, I have had enough of

this. I want you and your officer out of here.

If you've got nothing to hide, sir, in the circumstances, I think it's best if

we stay.

Did you know that the train driver died?

You didn't, did you?

Well, that makes it murder.

You're looking at a life sentence.

I'm not doing life.

I've got a wife and kids. I want this interview terminated and these suspects

transferred to division now!

On their escape en route?

I don't think so.

Now, are you going to tell us what happened?

Don't look at him, look at me.

And think about your wife and kids.

If I go down, Ludlow, you're going with me.

You want his bank account numbers?

The address of the nice little place in Spain he's planning to retire to?

Cos I'll give you chapter and dirt.

Well, aren't you going to get after him? And nick him?

I don't think he's going very far.

I should charge you for this. Oh, well, you can't. Because your National Health

Service, we're all entitled.

As a rule, we don't do livestock.

Oh, well, look at them.

I'll give you one as a pet, if you like.

I've got old ladies I should be bathing.

Next time, you call the vet.

But I did.

Well,

you know.

Thank you.

Thank you.

There you go, Joe, mate. Cheers.

See, bank hoppers, villains shooting at you.

Yorkshire's just as exciting as we met, you know.

Yeah, probably more so.

I think I could do with a bit less excitement for a while.

Hi, Sarge. Want a drink?

Lovely. Thanks, I have.

Well, he's under arrest.

Well done.

Picked up the other robber at a hotel in Whitby.

Hoodlow's job was to keep us off the track.

If it hadn't been for you, he might have succeeded.

I never liked Ludlow, but I never thought he was bent.

You were right about him. He was a bad officer.

Lazy. He's been winging it for years.

He faced a retirement on a police pension. He decided he was owed more

that. So he crossed the line.

Well, at least we caught the men responsible for the train driver's

So we swear.

How do you mean?

I wasn't fair to you. And rude.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

I always bring out the worst in people.

There you go, Sarge.

Oh, look at these!

Yeah.

Now, they're not ready to leave the mother yet, but I'm taking order.

Peggy Armstrong, get those animals out of my pub. Oh, the cute hot girth. They

certainly are.

And what more, they make the perfect household pet.

So, who's interested?

as far as I can make out. Fine!

Come on, mate!

What haven't we got in Ayrton's field?

Cinema? A laundry.

Did you just act to marry me?

Yeah.