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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.