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

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

When time gets bad

Each time one of these mall and farms is sold off, a little bit of the old

country ways dies with it, David.

Hard life farming these hills.

Folk don't want that nowadays.

As you do.

Look at them.

Vultures.

They're all after a bargain, some up for note.

You know, I still don't really understand why we drove all the way out

Aunt Peg.

Because there's rich pickings to be had, lad.

Come here, I want to show you something.

Now then.

What can you see in there?

I think they're goats, but they're full -looking things.

Look beyond the obvious, David, and then you'll see what I see.

This herd, I've been told, was that old farmer's pride and joy.

I picked up a whisper.

Apparently he made a really good regular income out of these animals.

We'll get him at a knockdown price.

And then we're made!

Supplies of specialist dairy produce.

Goats milk and cheese, David.

He's still unconscious.

Obvious head injuries and possible broken ribs and goodness knows what

damage. Do you have any idea who he is?

I found no idea on him.

I'll get the number plate checked.

See if we can find out that way.

Well, I'd better go with him to hospital.

I'll pick up the land rover later.

Delta Alpha 240 Control.

Go ahead, Joe.

This RTA vehicle check, please.

The owner of the vehicle is a Brian Turner.

That's Brian with a Y, not an I.

Of 49, that's 49, Upper Jesmond Street, Bootle, Lancashire.

Over.

Thanks, Jeff. Is that everything?

That's it, Joe.

Out.

What are you looking so pleased about?

Oh, well, um...

PC Mason wanted the ID of the driver, so I found out the registered owner and

sorted it out for him. Have you?

Now, if Mr Ventress was here, he wouldn't have left it at that.

He'd have thought to himself, not locally registered, involved in a high

RTA, no driver ID.

I wonder if there's something untoward going on here.

He'd have then phoned Bootle Police if they had any knowledge of the vehicle.

Where are you going, Moira?

I'm just popping out.

Again? I wanted to catch the shops before they close.

See you later.

Stolen three nights ago in Liverpool.

What's he doing over here now? Good question.

And who's the driver?

I'll suggest CID get Caesar Crime over.

There might be some fingerprints in there.

There's very little else. Not even a cigarette end or a tweet wrapper.

Just this.

Looks like some sort of sketch.

Of a street layout, possibly.

Do you recognise where it might be? No.

Could be anywhere.

Let's keep our eye on our men in the hospital.

State he was in charge.

I doubt he's going to leg it out of there in a hurry.

Not a sight I see every day.

A staunch teetotal Methodist having a drink.

I needed to talk to you, Oscar.

Oh, any time, Gilbert.

You seem upset.

What's the problem?

It's Moira.

Oh, sorry to hear that. Is she not well?

No, nothing like that. She's in good health.

Oh, what then?

Not lost her job, is she?

No, she's well thought of at the auctioning, is it?

It's personal.

I've caught her out on a lie or two lately, Oscar.

I think she's seeing another man.

When you've got a minute, please, Dawn.

Hold your horses, will you?

I'm not my Auntie Gina, you know, mate, eh?

What was it again?

Was it two gins and a scotch?

No, Dawn.

Two scotches and a gin is what they asked for.

The sooner she gets back from Liverpool, the better.

Tell me, Bernie, Gina's Ploughman's lunch, what sort of cheese does she use?

Whatever she gets from the grocers, I imagine. There's not much else on up

around here.

Well, there will be soon.

Aidensfield goat's cheese will be coming on the market.

Goat's cheese? Who's selling that?

We will be. Won't we, David?

Dawn, could you have a pint of bitter? One second.

Well?

It's not my day.

I can't get a pint.

I've had Miller on me back all shift.

I wish you weren't on leave, Alf.

I'm stuck in the office with him all the time.

Aye, dealing with a sergeant and his ways. Just take a bit of experience,

I had my suspicions a few weeks back.

She was on the phone. I came in unexpectedly. She hung up.

said she was talking to an old friend.

Well, by chance, I ran into that same friend a couple of days later. And I

tell by the way she was asking after Moira that they hadn't spoken in quite a

while.

And then, about three weeks ago, she said she was off to the pictures.

But she never went there.

How do you know that?

Well, I thought I'd walk into town, meet her after the film.

I waited, waited.

But she never came out.

And when I got back, she was already home.

She said how much she'd enjoyed the film.

I said nothing.

Well, you might have missed her coming out.

No, there's only the one way out.

I saw everyone who left. She was never there.

Oh, I can't believe this, Gilbert.

When my marriage went pear -shaped, you were a great strength to me, but I never

dreamt. That you and Moira were... No, I know.

Chapled twice a week, 30 -odd years married.

It's not me sideways, is this?

Well, it might not be an affair.

There might be another explanation.

I did ask her if anything was the matter.

She said no.

I hired a private detective a couple of weeks ago.

Oh.

Lenny Dinsdale.

That's what he's up to these days, is it?

Well, he says he's an ex -copper. It's a traffic warden. Well, he hasn't got

very far.

Well, he's useless.

Well, that's why I've come to you, Oscar. I know that you do a bit of this

of thing.

Oh, hang on a minute, Gilbert.

You know, I'm very busy here. I've got Gina away in Liverpool and... Please.

As an old friend.

I don't usually touch matrimonial affairs.

Not with somebody I know.

But don't you know somebody you work with you could use?

I'm not very popular at home. Mrs Ventress wanted me to wallpaper the

room. Well,

the lady's name is Moira Hartley.

She works for the auctioneers at Asherley Livestock Market. She drives in

this time.

And you want me to follow her?

No, just keep a check. If she stops off anywhere or picks anyone up, just keep

her under surveillance.

I see. You give the orders and I do the donkey work. Just like when it was

sergeant and constable.

Well, I'd do it myself, Alfred. She knows me.

And with Gina away in Liverpool, I've got to keep my eyes on the pub.

So stop moaning.

I'm doing you a favour by the sounds of it.

We'll see about that.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Well, I suppose infidelity comes in all shapes and sizes.

Yeah.

But the pain and the hurt it causes, it's always the same.

I've talked with Liverpool CID.

The concern is that the car could have been stolen to order to be used in

another crime.

He's a crime family prince?

Yes. I'm waiting to hear if there's a match on file.

The sketch you found doesn't tell us anything, I'm afraid.

The hospital says the driver remains critical, but they hope he'll regain

consciousness soon.

I'll look in there.

We need to identify and talk to this man.

I've got the landlady to make us a brew.

Is he still not back?

Something may have happened.

I've sent Terry out and the other guards have looked for him.

I like people here when I want.

Relax, eh, Roy?

You what?

Look, I'm sure he'll be back soon, yeah?

Here you are.

Have a mug of tea while you wait.

Oh, God!

And I don't like to be kept waiting.

David, we'll be able to have fresh goat's milk with us breakfast.

I don't like the look of them. Oh, just get on with it.

Now, don't scare the poor things.

You'll never get milk from a frightened goat.

Right.

Now, Penny, can you just get that bucket for me? Oh, I'm gone.

I'll come over and get your hand.

Give me that.

Yeah, you walk front.

I'll get that. Yeah, I've got it. I've got it.

That's it.

And he never said anything?

No, he was unconscious.

The whole time?

Well, certainly while I was there. I came back with him in the ambulance and

they took him straight into intensive care.

So we still haven't got a clue who he is?

No, not as far as I know.

Do you want me to see if anything's come up?

Yeah, I'd appreciate that, thanks.

Good news on the prints found in the car, Sergeant.

About time, they found a match. A known Liverpool criminal called Ronald Patrick

Burns.

Well, that'll be our man in there, then.

Seems likely.

He's got a form for armed robbery.

He's a getaway driver.

Right, now we're getting somewhere.

All we need now is a chance to talk to him. He still hasn't regained

consciousness? Not as far as I know.

It's very tough to tell you this, but your mystery man's just died.

Morning, Maria.

Morning, Jack.

Liverpool CID say Burns was a known associate of a gang leader called Roy

Lemus is a major criminal.

He's got form for armed robbery.

Banks, post offices, security bands, a lot.

I don't like the sound of this.

Are we sure that Burns is a dead man?

The description fits.

I've had prints taken from the body. They should confirm it.

Then we need to find out why he was on our patch.

Could he have been involved in some sort of robbery?

Well, nothing's been reported, and we shouldn't jump to conclusions. He could

just have stolen the car because he fancied it.

He could be a girlfriend or something.

No, I don't like it.

Connections to a major criminal.

Dies in a stolen car on my patch.

We need to talk to Liverpool again.

Find out what we can about this Lemus gang.

Well, it's your fault.

I mean, we're not going to get much milk because we've got to spend half a day

rounding them up, are we?

I've never liked goats.

And that one keeps butting me. Oh, well, don't take it personal. They've all

butted me.

Come on.

I'm pecking you out.

Why is it that you need to have, you know, like...

Boy goats, if it's just the milk that you're after.

Nanny goats don't give milk until they have kids.

So, what do you need three boy goats for, then?

They were a job lot.

What do you want me to do, shoot them?

Actually, that's not such a bad idea.

Yeah.

You're going to have to carry on with the milking yourself now, because Mr

Scripps needs a bit of help at the garage, so I'm just going to be off now.

that's...

You just leave me to it.

Right then, you three.

Now, if one of you butts me again, you'll have both barrels of me 12 -bow

your backside. Is that clear?

I do. Morning.

This is tedious work, Oscar.

Hope you're going to buy me lunch. I'm famished.

I don't like leaving Dawn on her own, and Bernie can't keep an eye on her all

the time.

What have I missed? Anything?

Well, her boss is the auctioneer, Reginald Watts, and he's recently

Really? He's quite good -looking, in a sort of smoothie -chop sort of way.

Talk of the devil.

Should I follow on foot?

That might be our dinner break.

I'll come with you, but keep a discreet distance.

I'll flee after lunch.

Where are you pair off to?

Oh, the police want us to pick up that car that crashed yesterday.

We're going to bring it in for the insurance thingies to have a look at.

Oh, great. Sounds like fun. I'll come with you.

No, you won't. I hope you haven't left a lot of dirty glasses and ashtrays all

over the place in there. You need everything shipshape for tonight.

It is.

Look, please, Bernie, let me come with you.

No. Oh.

If you want something to do while the pub's closed, why don't you help out

Serve petrol and some phones and that.

Wow, groovy.

Bill. All you Arabic spoilsport, aren't you?

It looks like you're right to be

concerned.

Liverpool see ideas saying no -one's seen Roy Lemus for over a week. He's

missing from his usual haunts.

And they've got Windies planning something big.

Probably not on their ground.

Where, then?

Here? They've no definite information on that.

Why else would Burns be in the area?

The gang are known to carry guns, you say?

Mm -hm. And use them.

We need to know if they are here as a matter of urgency.

We'll circulate their descriptions.

Get on to geth houses, B &Bs, pubs that do rooms.

Always fancied himself as a racing driver.

Knew he'd kill himself one day.

Could have done without this.

She might be here to meet someone.

Hang on.

What did I tell her?

She's being blackmailed.

I don't think so.

I'll be giving him some money myself later.

It's Wally, the pool's man.

He's paying for her coupon.

Sorry to bother you.

I just wondered if you had a group of male guests staying from Liverpool.

I do, actually. Why?

Is this one of them?

Yes, he's here.

Mr Green, he is.

What's he done?

How many of them are there?

Three of them.

There were four, but one of them seems to have left.

They weren't at breakfast, any road.

Are they in there just now?

Yes.

I just popped out for something for their tea.

They want to eat now because they're going out soon.

Look, I just need to radio in.

Could you come and wait with me?

Well, what's all this about?

Don't worry.

It's no fun being stuck in here all day with no heater going, Oscar.

I hope your mate's paying us well.

Gilbert's an old friend of mine and a very good one. I'm not going to take

advantage of his misfortune. I'm doing this as a favour.

You've got me doing this as a favour and all.

Well, I've just talked to him.

Moira is going to be home late tonight.

She says she's meeting an old lady friend.

From a sewing circle.

There you are.

That's no lady in a sewing circle.

Aye. Well, let's follow them.

I'll make sure they can't creep.

Oh, these chokes sometimes get stuck.

Oh, well, for goodness sake.

Well, it's an old car.

I hope we're getting petrol money.

Oh, for goodness sake, Al.

Well, it's not my fault he's poodling along at this speed.

I mean, look at him. Well, can't you overtake him?

There's no point.

They're parked.

Well, have you lost them? Yes, thanks to your driving.

Well, where did they go?

Oh, you go that way, I'll go this way. I think I heard a door slam, so they may

have gone into a house.

Find the house, we find the man.

Firearms will be with us within the hour.

We need to go in now.

The landlady said they're planning to go out soon.

At least in there, they're contained.

They're armed. We're not. We should take them now, Sarge.

Did you see the house they came out of?

You're as much use as two men off six.

I

got

the lumber plate down earlier at the capital market.

Oh, no.

It's that car again with the broken taillight. That's a bit of a

Unless he's following her as well.

You know, I reckon that's Lenny Dinsdale. Gilbert hired him before he

Looks like we're both on the case now.

That's not very satisfactory.

Especially if he's getting paid.

There's no one in this one either.

They must have known we were onto them.

A police book said the dead driver's identity still has to be confirmed.

And finally, the weather.

Even if they do know it's Burns by now, where will that leave them?

We can't know what we're planning.

We'll manage this without him.

It's still on.

We'll go for it.

David tells me you've had a setback milking them goats.

Did he?

You know, I never knew you could get milk from goats. I just thought you got

from, well, you know, the milkman.

Yeah, well, we didn't get that much from him. No, because you skived off.

You know, I'm afraid them goats are going to be more trouble than they were.

you won't pull your weight, I'm going to have to get a shot of him.

Yeah, well, you see that chap over there?

He's staying here. He's going to Ashfordly Market tomorrow.

Heard him going on about goats and that.

Well, he's not all these.

The daft -looking bugs that they are.

There was definitely another car following her. We just assumed it was

Lenny Dinsdale.

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell him he was fired. I'll call him in the morning.

But my suspicions are confirmed, then.

She's definitely seeing another man?

Well, there may be an explanation.

She might...

Have some sort of problem.

We've never had any secrets.

We've always been honest and open with each other.

I've spent sleepless hours going over every possibility.

There's only ever one that remains.

And it hurts.

It really hurts.

What sort of milk yield are you getting?

Oh, well above average, I'd say.

About half a bucket today.

Is there much flesh on them?

Oh, yes.

They're good, plumpish specimens.

Well, not really, Aunt Peggy. You've got a lovely, fluffy coat.

I realise that you've become very fond of our goats and you don't want me to

sell them. But let's not mislead Mr Bannam.

Please, David.

And what are the coats like, can I ask?

Absolutely terrible. I mean, look, all this big hair on my jacket.

To be honest, have a busy day tomorrow.

I'm not sure they're of interest. Look, I got them for a bargain price.

I'm looking to do no more than get my money back.

All right.

I'll drop by later and have a look.

Hey, Bernie.

If patricide is killing your father and fratricide is killing your brother, is

there a word for killing your nephew?

Unfortunately, he's not been spotted back in Liverpool yet, so we'd better

assume Lemus and his gang are still here.

This is the day that banks take delivery of banknotes, supplying firms for

wages, etc.

Post offices take on extra cash for the weekend ahead.

You don't, of course, have any definite information on robberies planned.

No, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.

I've asked for armed backup to be on standby.

What do we do if we spot him, Sergeant?

You don't, Junger. You stay here and man the radio and telephones.

Never mind, Tiger.

Your time will come.

Yes, thank you, PC Weatherby.

If you spot Lemus, you radio in immediately.

All right, that's it.

They're a funny -looking bunch, aren't they? Oh, no, they're just very

contented, that's all. Look.

Look at that one. She's smiling at you.

I'll give you what you paid for them.

It's not up any more, mate. Well, I can't exactly remember how much that

Check the sale sheets down at the farm auction.

This is the figure.

Here.

Oh, yeah, but that doesn't take into account what I spent on petrol getting

here, or the cost of the feeding.

Not a penny more.

It's up to you.

Take it or leave it.

Oh, go on, then.

You sign them over to me.

I'll give you what you paid for them. Here.

Have a full day at market.

I won't be able to pick them up until tonight.

No, I don't like him.

I like most people, but I don't like him.

At least I've nearly got back what they cost me.

Right, I'll take over while you pop to the police station.

Do what?

To get the name and address of the registered owner of the vehicle from

number plate you wrote down. I'll lose my job if Miller catches me at it. Don't

be daft, Oscar.

Well, if you're clever about it, he won't know.

But I'm on leave.

I can't just walk in and access police records for my own purposes.

A proper private detective would.

A proper private detective will be getting paid.

All right, I'll do it. I've got enough on my plate as it is. I've just had to

ask Bernie to look after the pub again.

Oh, is he getting paid? Or is he doing you a favour and all?

She seems to have no idea. She just bought them for the milk and cheese.

Yeah, they're definitely Angora goats.

And the price malware is at present.

I've got them for a rights deal.

The fleet that they have now alone will quadruple me investment.

You could say that, yeah.

Well, you know me.

Never miss an opportunity.

I want you to be there.

Joe, a bit worrying, all this, is it? We can't be everywhere.

You could be watching any one of these banks.

It's in a minute that we leave.

I've got a list of post offices to check on now.

See you later.

See you.

Bernie,

what are you doing here?

That bloke you sold the goats to.

What, Mr Bannum?

Oh, I don't like him. He's a nasty piece of homework, I reckon.

You'll like him even less now.

These are apparently Angora goats.

People don't keep them for their milk and cheese as much as for their coats.

Pure mohair.

I knew they were barking when I bought them.

Well, anyway, it's too late now you've sold them.

Can you not get out of the sale?

I've taken money, signed them over.

Oh, I don't like being done like that.

Mr.

Blaketon, how can I help you?

Once you've been in this job, long after you retire, you always share something

with those that follow.

Do you know what I mean?

Yes. Yes, I think so.

I know you were very well thought of as sergeant here, Mr Blaketon.

Ah, thank you, Geoffrey.

And I'll say this.

It would have been a privilege to serve alongside a constable like you.

It's very kind of you to say so.

Yeah.

Was there anything you actually wanted, or did you just pop in to tell me that?

Well, since you mention it, Jeff, there is one small thing you can do for me.

Run a vehicle check on that number.

I don't think I can, Mr. Blaketon.

You see, I can only do that kind of thing in the line of duty.

Oh, come on, lad.

This job is about using your loaf.

Bending the rules when necessary.

Hello, Oscar.

Is there something the matter?

Er, no.

No. Just parting the time of day.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Well, I'd best be off.

Cheerio.

What was that all about?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing at all.

Thought it was you.

This is how you spend your days off, is it?

Hanging around in markets, eh?

I'd rather be at home wallpapering.

Really?

Uh, I can't stop.

We've got a scare on.

I'm off to Yapsley Road post office.

Oh, well, if it's directions you want, it's left, right, left again, and second

on the right.

Thanks, Alf, but I think I should know my way around here by now.

Right. Time to go to work.

Still no sign of the Lemus gang in Liverpool.

So I want you all on late tonight.

Don't make the wicked search.

You're going through the armed backup team, why?

It's okay, I'll get off on that.

I'm hoping you've come back to see, you've found the name and address of her

fancy man from the licence plate, and then we can get off home.

No, that PC Younger can be a right dozy idiot at times.

Ten out of ten for observation, Oscar.

Oh, here we go.

Last to leave.

Good night, Raymond.

Well, the mystery man hasn't called to pick her up, but let's follow her

I wasn't joking about the petrol money, you know.

What are you doing?

Come on, Al, for goodness sake.

I don't believe it.

That's Lenny Dinsdale.

Gilbert was supposed to have fired him.

Oh, dear. It's flooded.

For goodness sake, Al, she'll be miles away.

It's only an old banger. It's not suitable for fast pursuits.

Well, you lost her now.

No, I haven't.

Look!

Oh, that's very odd.

There's no sign of her.

Door left wide open.

Well, perhaps she arranged to meet him somewhere near here.

Was that Lenny Dinsdale again?

I'm sure I saw Moira in there.

With Lenny?

What's going on?

Come on.

That's him. But he's on his own now.

What's he playing at?

I'm sure that Moira was with him.

I've had enough of this.

It doesn't make sense.

Where are you going?

I'm going to tell Lenny Dinsdale to sling his hook. Oh, you can't blow our

cover. Frankly, Alf, I'm past caring.

It's cool.

Many things now.

What's going on?

the keys. Get it up.

Get in.

Do you see it?

Sounds like a car.

I was just passing, you know, I thought he was a friend of mine. On his own?

Yeah. You, sit there.

Come on, get a move on.

Sir.

Earlier I bumped into Alf Ventress, who gave me directions to Yapsley Post

Office. Sir?

He was outside the cattle market. The directions he gave exactly match the

layout of this sketch.

Could match a lot of other places too.

Come and see this.

Those directions are the quickest way to Yapsley Road.

And Yapsley Road is the fastest way out of Ashfordly from the market.

Lemons is a bank robber, not a cattle wrestler.

Today's market day.

There's a lot of cash left in the safe there overnight.

What are you doing?

I'm waiting for somebody.

What, this time of night?

Better late than never.

Right, it says here that they come from Angora.

Well, they would, wouldn't they?

Where's that, then?

I don't know, Lovie. You're the one with the encyclopedia.

Right, and that they were first mentioned at the time of... Moses.

Who by?

Doesn't say.

Just says mentioned.

And that each animal can give ten to sixteen pounds of

mohair.

Do you know, David, it's times like this that I think we should get a

television. Really?

Well, it's got to be better than making our own entertainment.

Hey -o, that's him.

Who's that, then?

It's a friend of mine. He's lending us something. Come on, grab your coat.

You're going to be very busy.

Come on, get it open!

I can't find the right key. Don't mess with me about it. I've been watching you

for days. Get it open now!

You're making me nervous.

It's complicated.

Open it. I can't find the key. Find it, or I'll blow his head off!

Seems pretty quiet.

That's how vintage is done.

Nothing was much doing here.

Oh, I can't see where I'm going. Oh, come on.

Oh, no, I think I've trodden something.

What?

I'll look back up.

What's going on? Some old bloke gave me a dig. I think I shot him, but he got

away. Get the car started.

Give me shots and blow. Come on, get a new one.

Drop the gun! No!

Drop it!

Hands on your head!

You should have stayed in Liverpool, pal.

Are you all right? Are you hurt?

What are you doing here?

Our Frenchman is outside. I think he's been shot.

David! Is he a...

Good evening, Mr Babbitt.

My colleague is with the goats in the barn.

What the blazes is this?

You bought the goats.

We'll keep the fleeces.

No, you won't. I bought them as they were this morning, and that means the

fleeces as well. Hey, that bill said goats. It didn't say naught about

So if you don't mind, I'd like you to take them away before I start charging

rent.

I'm here.

Are you all right?

A bit winded, that's all.

A quick karate chop to get away.

Five years in the commandos taught me that.

And when you're in trouble, just like Doggo.

30 years marriage to Mrs Ventress taught me that.

Aren't you two getting a bit old for all this action, Mount Duff?

It's all his fault. I'll stick to wallpapering next time.

You can take Moira home now, Gilbert, so you can do with the rest.

I understand you acted with great courage, Mrs Hartley.

Oh, no, not at all.

She certainly did.

Shouldn't you have contacted us as soon as you knew something was going on?

How could I?

First I knew I was looking down a double -barrelled shotgun.

I tried, Sarge, but the phone box was broken.

And what were you doing there in the first place?

I'm responsible for that, Sergeant.

I'd asked Mr Blayton to investigate my wife's behaviour.

He thought I was seeing another man.

And he was right.

I have been.

It's someone I've grown very close to.

His name's Gerald O 'Brien.

Father O 'Brien.

You've been a lifelong Methodist, Gilbert. I know how much it means to

But lately I've been thinking about becoming a Roman Catholic and needed to

a lot more before I took the step.

Father O 'Brien's been meeting with me discreetly to talk things through.

Moira, why didn't you tell me?

You're not easy to talk through sometimes, especially about religion.

I'm sorry, but perhaps you should have tried harder.

Perhaps I should have.

I mean, look at all the trouble, Al.

Good friend Oscar's gone to on this.

Well, it was mainly me, actually.

But you hired them, Gilbert.

I'm appalled you should think I've been unfaithful. Don't you know your own wife

better than that?

After all those years of marriage, it was still hard to have thought of

man. Romy and Juliet, Darby and Joan, the nature of true love never changes,

know. I'm an expert on true love, are you?

Not with my track record. I'm an expert on nothing.

But I live in hope.

I reckon you owe two ex -coppers a very large drink.

Aye, get them in, Joe. Without us, they'd never have caught Lemus.

Tell you what, it isn't just true love that doesn't change.

You know, I don't think you'd like that one little bit, Aunt Peg. No, he did

not. And what that mower will fetch is all profit for us now. If you hadn't

him, you could have made more money shearing him every year.

Yeah, true, but David's busy at your garage, and there's only so many times I

want to be butted up the backside.

Anyway, here's to Oliver Bannam.

who's been well and truly fleeced.

Cheers.

Cheers.

You see a fishing boat, you think smuggling.

Police, you're under arrest.

Don't move.

See, what I need is to borrow a couple of horses.

Horses? She's not ill. She's just having a baby.

Your precious Johnny's left you here to die.

He left us both here to die.