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Jezus!

Autumn.

You can smell it.

So soon, eh?

Yeah!

I'll be taking the first main crop of spuds out of the ground in a couple of days.

Do you fancy some?

Oh yes, please.

So!

What are you after today then?

Well, I'd like some of those knobbly french tomatoes...

What are they called? Er...

Marmande.

And, er, oh yes, a half a dozen of those sweet romaine lettuces.

That's no problem.

[Coughing]

[More coughing]

Excuse me.

Do you fancy some scarlet runners?

Erm, I can bring 'em over with the spuds if you like.

Yeah, yes, please!

It's probably a silly question, I know, but, er...

Did you realize there's somebody living in the greenhouse?

What?!

In the greenhouse?

Yeah.

O, er, yeah, um...

...in the greenhouse, well...

...he's just this, er,

...well, you know...

Well, ch... ch... ch... chum of mine.

Up from London for a few days.

On holiday.

Chum of yours,

having a holiday in the greenhouse?

Yeah!

He won't come in the house.

He says it's unhygienic.

Well, he's got a point.

Morning!

O, morning!

Henry Crabbe, isn't it?

Yes.

George Lonsdale.

Hello!

My wife, Joan.

You probably don't remember us.

Er, Margaret keeps an eye on our accounts.

O yes, yes, of course!

We'll, erm, we'll go and sort out your veg then.

What?

Ooh, yes of course.

We must try your restaurant one of these days.

Yes, yes, you must.

Well, do excuse me, I must be going now.

Bye, bye.

Goodbye.

Alright, we try another route.

What exactly are you doing at this moment?

Well, Henderson has just lifted the first Maris Pipers of the season,

...and as you know they're a first-rate chipping potato,

...so I...

...am making chips.

Well there you are, you see.

See how long it's taking you.

Cost-effectively it's a disaster!

Look, it's only nine o'clock in the morning, Margaret.

I've got all the time in the world, and beside which, I'm enjoying myself.

Aahh...!

Was enjoying myself.

Morning sir.

Mrs Crabbe.

Ah, pommes frites, sir?

Chips, Cambridge, what do you want?

O, there's a stomach bug going around...

Call a doctor.

...so we're rather short-handed and there's been these break-ins.

Break-in... Break-ins?!

You don't need me for break-ins, Cambridge.

Mr Fisher specifically requested your assistance, sir.

Aargh!

"All the time in the world"...

Morning.

Morning!

Morning, Steve.

Great, we're doing cod, chips and beans today, aren't we?

Yes, but I'm afraid, sadly you'll have to do it without me.

Now look, that's about the size that we want there.

It's nice and chunky with a rather pleasing and charming taper, alright?

Now that is quite important because that tells us...

...that that chip was cut by hand and...

...not by some COST-EFFICIENT MACHINE!

First call is to a private residence on the Barstock Road.

Then to a heavy plant firm on the industrial estate.

Heavy plant?

They lease bulldozers, earth movers, that sort of things.

Someone got into their depot last night.

Scenes of crime officers have already attended.

Well, that's a job for a teenage DS, not me.

Not according to Mr Fisher sir, no.

God, really...

That's a cheerful colour.

I don't think my insurance company are going to like it.

They, er, broke the locks on the petrol caps.

So I assume there's sugar or something similar in the tanks.

But the house wasn't broken into?

No.

And nothing was stolen?

No, quite the contrary actually.

What do you mean?

Come into the back garden. I'll show you.

Oak... Ash... Birch, I think.

Must have taken 'em hours to plant that.

And you didn't hear anything?

Of course we didn't! Otherwise we would have done something.

Er, inspector, this is my wife Susan.

When are you going to do something about these people?

We've got children, you know.

How do I explain it to them?

How are we supposed to get on with our lives with this...

...this madness going on?

What people, Mrs Talbot?

What people? Oh, come on!

OK, Susan, take it easy.

I will not take it easy, David.

I'll make a bloody fuss if I want to.

This is supposed to be a free country, isn't it?

Uhu.

My husband should be able to do his job...

...without these maniacs making our live a misery.

What is your job, sir?

Er, I'm a chief engineer on the Marsden Heath site.

Marsden Heath?

You know, the new motorway link road.

No?

O, it makes a nice change to meet somebody who hasn't heard of it before.

He must have heard of it.

Every idiot in sandals has been out with a placard.

It has been one of those pathetic anti-road campaigners.

Which has failed, I'm happy to say.

We start work next week.

You mean all this is part of some campaign against this road your building?

...and we got razor wire,

...anti-climb paint,

...closed-circuit TV-cameras,

...security guards with dogs, patrolling all through the night.

I don't know how they got in.

We have one of your lot down here.

Crime Prevention Officer.

He gave us the thumbs up.

Huh, well, he probably just walked in through the front gate.

What do you mean?

Do you think you could have this bucket brought down?

Yeah, they probably slipped in yesterday when you were shutting up shop for the night,

...climbed up here, waited till dark.

Then came down, did the business...

...and then the pandemonium with the fire brigade,

...they just walked away.

Are you by any chance supplying the plant hire...

...for the new road at Marsden Heath?

Yes, we are.

That's brilliant!

Sherlock Holmes, I presume?

Detective Inspector Crabbe.

Who are you?

Jack Meynell.

I'm in charge of security at Marsden Heath.

So where's Bannerman then?

Super Intendent Bannerman is off sick.

There's a stomach bug going around.

You're a long way from Marsden Heath, aren't you?

What's your name, Sherlock?

Crabbe.

Marsden Heath is Department of Transport property, right?

I'm in charge of security on the site...

...and Bannerman looks after things on the other side of the fence.

But with this sort of nonsense...

...or that stupid bloody vandalism at David Talbot's place...

Well, Bannerman and me... We work as a team.

O, I see...

You're here to help.

Good.

Well can you tell me what that sign means?

Save the whale.

Ban the bomb.

Who gives a toss?

They're all bloody hooligans.

Yeah... That's very useful.

Thank you sir.

Oi! Sherlock!

How long before Bannerman is back on the job then?

Soon, I hope.

Me too.

'Mushy peas?'

'MINTED mushy peas.'

Well I think it's tragic,

...building a road across a beautiful piece of countryside like that.

Wouldn't 'pureed' be better?

No, it wouldn't.

You can say 'pureed' if the Millers come in.

They had a holiday in Normandy once.

Now they're spending money just so they can get from...

...one motorway to another motorway...

...five minutes faster.

Yeah well, it's a pity they don't just come...

...slap bang straight through here.

Then we could put up a sign saying: 'Coach parties welcome!'

Makes lots of money!

Well I feel terrible about them, and we do a couple of meetings.

That's the trouble you see.

Never doing anything until it's too late.

Fisher!

Stick a handful of those chips in the fryer, Steve, will you?

O here you are, Crabbe!

Sit down, would you?

Oh, thank you sir.

I wanted to talk to you about these anti-road protesters.

O good, because there has been a lot of confusion, sir.

People are under the impression that I am taking over...

...from Super Intendant Bannerman up at Marsden Heath.

No no no, of course not.

It's a crowd control job.

These vandals, these extremists, that's another matter.

It is.

I don't want any more torched earth movers or vandalized cars, Crabbe.

I discussed it with the Minister himself.

Er, the, the, the...

Wha... What Minister sir?

The Minister of Transport, who do you think?

Chief Constable had a small party for him at the weekend.

He is charming.

An intelligent man, Crabbe.

He is very concerned about the environmental movement.

Sees it as a trojan horse with subversives.

He told me the government wants to see some firm action.

His actual words were:

'Nail those bastards private parts to the wall, Fisher,

...and you'll make me a happy man.'

Ooh, charming and intelligent, sir.

O, thank you, John.

Are you ready to order now, sir?

Er, yeah, I'll have a green salad and a glass of mineral water, please.

So, erm...

So, what I want you to do...

...is to catch some of these vandals, Crabbe,

...and put them away.

I want to make an example.

There's a bloke from Barstock,

...drives to Cornwall twice a week,

...in a refrigerated lorry.

He goes to the New Lane fish market.

I beg your pardon?

Today he came back with cod.

It's about as fresh as it could possibly be.

Cod.

It's on the menu: 'Cod, chips and mushy peas'.

I never eat fried food, Crabbe.

Ah, but I do the cod in a very light batter.

It puffs up, wafer-thin.

And the cips are all double-fried, of course.

Mmm, that's what makes them so crispy.

Fry them at just the right heat,

...the potatoes are sealed...

...and don't absord any fat.

Try one.

Big chips are even less fattening.

Something to do with their surface area, apparently.

That is almost health food.

Mushy peas, is it?

MINTED mushy peas, sir.

Well, I DID play squash this morning.

John!

Jack Meynell is expecting you at his office on site at ten.

O, I see.

So I'm at the beck and call of some bloke on a building site, eh?

The Department of Transport...

...have been doing their homework on the Greens.

They have got files on all the leading activists...

...we might as well make use of.

What do you think about the new road scheme, Cambridge?

Are you for it or against it?

Oh! I am a PC, sir.

I don't think.

Henry!

Henry, it's Henderson.

Look, what does HE want HERE this time of morning?

Not here, on the phone.

From the hospital.

We are going to be late for Meynell's.

Good!

Now I'm running a private ambulance service.

Sorry, I didn't quite hear that.

Nothing, sir.

Hoo hoo, Henderson, look at you...

Who did that?

Good question.

It was what...

...about ten when I got back.

The lights were on. All of 'em.

And there were these two geezers.

Big blokes they were.

Turning the place over.

Bold as brass.

Did you get a look at them?

Sort of...

They were wearing balaclavas.

I yanked one of them off.

Gave the geezer a good smack.

So I got a glimpse.

But I didn't see much.

I don't know if I would recognize him again.

Anyway.

Then they gave me a right kicking.

Oh, no...

The bastards.

My bloody ribs.

I couldn't move for ten minutes.

Then I called the Old Bill.

This woodentop turns up in a Mini.

Did you give him a description?

Yeah.

Then he booked me for not having a tax disc on my van.

They didn't nick anything.

Not that I've got anything worth nicking.

That was like they were more interested in smashing the place up.

Maybe they were after the secret of your amazing success with carrots.

Yeah, that'll be it.

Industrial espionage.

Did you see their car?

Yeah.

There was something parked up the lane as it happens.

Don't ask me what.

Cambridge?

Have a nose around outside, will you?

See if you can spot anything.

I'll be out in a minute.

Now, what is that?

What, that?

Yeah, that.

Well, it's just, it's erm...

A thing called 'Level Earth'. You know, Greens.

Are you a member?

Well, there aren't members.

Just supporters.

Alright then!

Are you a supporter?

Bloody hell, Crabbe.

What is this?

I get beaten up, my place gets turned over...

...and you're interrogating me!

I spent yesterday examining vandalized cars and burnt-out bulldozers.

And wherever I went, I found this symbol, left as a calling card.

And I find it here in your house.

Alright.

Some of them are into a bit of monkeywrenching,

...but I'm not!

There is no policy, Crabbe.

People...

...they speak and act for themselves,

...not for Level Earth.

Whoever left that sign was bang out of order.

What's 'monkeywrenching'?

Er, uhm, direct action.

Sabotage.

Criminal damage!

Do you want to see some criminal damage?

You should go up to Marsden Heath!

Don't you worry mate, that's exactly where I'm going.

Ready when you are.

O, I know. Thank you.

There's a skylark somewhere, sir.

Not for much longer, I suppose.

Trouble.

So they slipped out of the plant hire depot when the fire brigade arrived.

That's about 1:30 in the morning.

That gave them time then to get over to Talbots house,

...vandalize the two cars and dig up the lawn,

...all before first light.

You don't mind if I sit in on this, do you Jack?

No, fine by me Mr Fisher.

I believe you'll find a workers canteen opposite, constable.

Sir.

Carry on.

Just pretend I'm not here.

I want to show you some photographs, Crabbe.

Now we build this little lot up over the last five years.

The trouble is with this bloody system is,

...the inquiry can take for years, yes?

Well go on then, Sherlock.

Hold it there.

That's one bloke I'd like by the short and curlies.

He calls himself Reynard The Fox.

A.k.a. Kevin Heywood, no fixed abode.

He's been running around the heath making monkeys out of us.

Look at his chest.

Recognize that, don't we?

Mhm.

It's a trademark of a group calling themselves Level Earth.

I think the level is a reference to the Levellers.

They were a republican faction...

...back in the mid-seventeenth century, interestingly enough.

Anyway... Save me the history lesson.

He torched the bulldozer.

He wrecked David Talbots house.

And he left his signature to prove it.

Now, we have done our bit.

Now you find the little bastard and nick him.

I don't work for you, Meynell.

I don't work for the Department of Transport.

So who I nick or who I do not nick is none of your concern.

Photographs, Crabbe.

Keep looking at the photos.

O, I know these people.

They're retired. They live in Middleton.

He's, he's a doctor.

Now here's a familiar face.

Mmm...

Well, well...

Who's that then?

It's my wife.

You set me up.

O, don't be so melodramatic, Crabbe.

I just can't believe, the...

The money, the manpower, the time, the sheer effort...

...of keeping tabs on people like...

...the Lonsdales and Margaret.

O God! Phone taps...

You're not tapping my phone, are you?

No, don't worry.

Not yours.

So you are tapping phones then?

It's incredible.

You know, they're not dangerous subversives, these people sir.

They're just ordinary folk...

...who don't like to see the countryside being whittled away.

I suppose it is quite pleasant here, isn't it?

This, er...

...Reynard is a dangerous specimen, Crabbe.

People like him are costing the tax payer millions.

Well how much is that road costing us?

Well, that's an investment, Crabbe.

Yes, when it's a road it's an investment,

...but when it's public transport it's a subsidy.

I've never quite worked that one out.

Anyway, whatever.

You'll have to take me off this one now,

...because my friends and family are implicated.

On the contrary, you're perfectly placed.

I'm particularly interested in how you manage this, Crabbe.

It's time I found out where your loyalties really lie.

Here that?

Skylark.

You're the expert, Crabbe.

Hahaha... hahahaha... hahaha...

Photograph?

Yes, Margaret.

Huhuhuhuhuhuhu...

What's so funny about that?

O, come on then, Henry, it's ludicrous.

A dossier on me?

Ahahahahaha!

O, actually I think it's rather glamorous.

Yes, well you're in very glamorous company.

There's Henderson for example, and the Lonsdales,

...and practically half the local population in fact.

Well that's marvellous.

Marvellous?!

What do you mean, marvellous?

Well there must be a rattle if they're stalking people...

...like me and the good old doctor Lonsdale.

Look, are you sure it was just two meetings that you went to?

Afraid so.

O, and I signed a petition too.

Didn't have time for anything else.

I was much more active on the ring-road campaign five years ago.

Ah, well that's probably when you first came to their attention.

Mhm...

You ever heard of a Kevin Heywood?

No, never heard of him.

Alias Reynard?

O yes, I've heard of him.

He's one of those Level Earth kids.

O, you've heard of them, too?

Well of course.

Some of them are sleeping up in the woods...

...near Marsden Heath, I think.

Yes, wel this Reynard is coming out of the woods...

...and causing damage to people's homes.

Now, I would be very surprised if that were true.

The Level Earth people I've talked to...

...were against that sort of thing.

O, you've talked to them as well?!

O Henry, there are a lot of people...

...against this damned road and despite our differences...

...we all get on pretty well.

Something that I find rather heartwarming in this day and age.

Look, you put me in a rather difficult position here, Margaret.

How?!

Because Fisher wants me to go after Reynard.

He's made a very big thing of it.

It's like a loyalty test.

So Fisher has put you in a difficult position,

...not me.

I hope you're not expecting me to abandon my principles, Henry.

No, no, Margaret.

God forbid.

Good.

Because as you very well know, I wouldn't.

I'm going to bed now.

Right.

Er, Henry?

Yes?

Up the revolution!

- Photographs?! - Don't you start.

The bloody cheek.

Well your mother would like the one they've got of you.

It's a police state.

Now now, come on, don't blame the force.

Kindly direct your complaints to the Department of Transport.

But there was one face I recognized there.

Apart from Margaret and half the pensioners in Middleton, that is.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Kevin Heywood.

A.k.a. Reynard The Fox.

A.k.a. your chum on holiday in the greenhouse.

I'll bet he's not still there, is he?

Come on, Crabbe.

No, YOU come on!

Now Henderson, you be straight with be or else.

Reynard's mum, ooh, she was a real sixties person.

He claims he was conceived at Glastonbury on the summer solstice.

His dad was a druid.

Actually, he was a roadie with Status Quo.

He only became a druid later.

It was like a natural progression?

Yeah.

They were on the move quite a bit, so...

Well, Reynard didn't go to school much.

He's real bright, Crabbe, I tell you.

He has read everything.

Yeah, yeah... And, and... Come on!

Well, I met him and some of the Level Earth lot at Twyford Down.

Few of them were into a bit of monkeywrenching, you know.

Undoing the odd bolt on an earth mover, that sort of thing.

But not all of 'em.

I mean, I never did.

Hohohoho...

What about Reynard?

I couldn't say.

Henderson.

Alright, yeah, he was.

Anyway, I met him again when he came up to Marsden Heath.

A few of them were living in the woods at the time.

Reynard is the only one who stuck it out.

O, but he's done his health in, Crabbe.

He's lost weight, he's got a dreadful cough...

...and he won't see a doctor.

He is a stubborn bastard.

Anyway, I take him food...

...and sometimes he kips in my greenhouse.

But... Well, this stuff he's supposed to have done.

Torching bulldozers, doing over Talbot's house.

I don't know nothing about that...

...and that is the honest truth, Crabbe.

Where is he now?

Well, out on Marsden Heath somewhere, I reckon.

I wan't to talk to him.

O, of course you do...

You've got what's his name, Fisher,

...breathing down your neck.

Of course it's political, right?

I mean, I get beaten up in my own house.

No-one gives a toss!

Yeah, that's fair.

OK... Look, you help me find Reynard...

... and I'll do what I can about your problems here.

O, come on! You know me. I'm quite straight.

I mean, if he... Look, if he's in the clear...

...I'll make sure that he gets left alone.

Did you hear that?

No? What?

There is somebody out there.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna have a look.

What on Earth for? Call the police!

O, no...

It might be him.

Darling, please be careful.

Kevin?

Ah!

Now, let me make it absolutely clear.

I am not in the mood to be chased around these woods...

...by Department of Transport security guards, alright?

Don't worry, you won't be trespassing.

The road runs across the heath over there.

Then across the bog as well.

Bet you didn't know there was a bog here.

- No Henderson, I didn't. - Yup.

Not many bogs left in the South-east you know?

Very fragile ecosystem, in your bog.

The road foundations alter the water balance.

Some bits get drained, some flooded.

Specialized flora and fauna won't survive.

You know, er,

...why they are gonna build the road across the heath, don't you?

Uhm, because that's where they want the road to go?

No, because it's cheap.

It's an S.S.S.I.: a Site of Special Scientific Interest.

It's also an area of outstanding natural beauty.

You can't farm here, or develop it.

So the government don't have to pay out...

...any compensation when they build a road on it.

Beautiful, or what?

Beautiful.

A couple of nightjars came back to the bog last year.

The road will see them right off.

Huhuh...

You know, it's a whole new side to you, Henderson.

I come from Hackney, Crabbe.

No sooner do I discover all this,

...they start taking it away from me.

Then there's...

...60 species of butterfly,

...over 400 different kinds of plants.

You know, Margaret and I had a picnic up here years ago.

I wonder if I could find the same spot again.

Next year you'll be able to drive there.

Park on the hard shoulder.

Did I mention beetles?

No.

Over a 1.000 species.

Then there's dragonfly: 20 species.

No, don't go on...

You make me feel claustrofobic...

...with all these plants and animals.

I feel as if every time I take a step,

...I wipe out another species of ant.

Henderson?

I wish you wouldn't do that, Reynard.

Here... Brought you some food.

Thanks, H.

You two have already met, I believe.

He don't look like a policeman.

O, I take that as a compliment.

[Coughing]

A nasty cough.

I'm alright.

No, you're not.

Yeah, I'll stick it out till Monday.

What happens on Monday?

They start doing up the Heath.

We'll try and stop 'em somehow.

I was under a Cat the other night,

...loosening a few bolts.

Started coughing, couldn't stop.

They heard me, so I ran.

Couldn't get my breath.

They almost caught me.

It's like they're getting stronger and I'm getting weaker.

I'm sorry, under a cat?

Caterpillar.

Earth mover.

You mean you were sabotaging it?

I was returning it.

How do you mean?

An earth mover is just a chunk of metal.

It's iron ore.

Minerals, taken from the earth.

Monkeywrench it and you return it to its natural state.

Did you burn the earth mover at the plant hire depot?

I have returned it, yeah.

And then did you go to David Talbot's house...

...and wreck two cars and tear up his lawn?

I cancelled two destructive machines and gave him some trees.

He should thank me.

That's bang out of order, Reynard.

How can you possibly justify...

...terrorizing innocent people in their own homes?

Nothing gets done without direct action.

How do you think the French Revolution happened?

How do you think women got the vote?

Hey, we're talking here about a road.

No, we're not.

We're talking about an agricultural tradition of revolt...

...that goes back to the Levellers.

The Diggers, the Luddites.

It's always the peasants that take action, right?

Your middle class liberals, they go to meetings, write letters.

They play by the rules.

If you play it by the rules...

...you lose.

D'you know, I've got an overwhelming urge...

...for a very, very long glass of cold champagne.

Look. Up there.

Green woodpecker.

Where?

I've got it.

O yes!

God, fantastic colour.

You know, I shall have to arrest you,

...Reynard, Kevin, whatever your name is.

D'you know, I don't think I have ever seen a woodpecker before.

Two cod and chips, mushy peas,

...beef steak and kidney pie,

...peeled potatoes and vegetables.

That'll be the last of the cod.

Righto.

Cod's off then?

Henry, can you come into the dining room, please?

Yeah, I'm busy, Margaret.

It's the Lonsdales. You know, the retired doctor.

What, your anti-road pals?

That's what they want to talk to you about.

Something happened to them, Henry.

I shone my torch in and as I did,

...two men came rushing out at full pelt.

What did they look like?

Well, they were big chaps, but I... I...

I didn't see their faces.

They were wearing balaclavas, you know, with er...

...holes for the eyes.

Eh, yes, holes for the eyes.

Yes, yes, I know.

Then what happened?

Well, we called the police.

Yes, two constables came, to take the statement.

And then, this morning,

...a man came to check for fingerprints.

After he had gone I was working in the garden,

...near the greenhouse, and, er...

I... I found this.

Thank you.

Yes.

Now, the real reason you didn't phone the police immediately...

...is because you thought Reynard was outside that night.

Do you remember when we met at Henderson's house,

...Reynard was hiding there, wasn't he?

Look, I'm a doctor.

Whatever that boy may or may not have done,

...he, he... He was ill.

Apart from being undernourished, he had a very bad...

...chest infection. I, I was trying to treat him.

Good for you, George.

He insisted on sleeping in the greenhouse.

Indoors would be a compromise, he said.

Well, it's the same men who beat up Henderson then,

...looking for Reynard.

Yeah, well... Alright, Margaret.

O, it's obvious, isn't it?

It's those thugs from Marsden Heath.

Perhaps, Margaret.

Don't you worry.

Henry will be able to do something about this.

Won't you, Henry?

And a farm worker saw a car in the lane that night.

Ford Escort, he said.

Didn't notice the registration number, needless to say.

But he did notice the protective headgear in the back of the car.

- Protective headgear? - Hard hats, sir.

Two of them. As worn by construction workers.

AND...

...the security firm at Marsden Heath have leased a dozen Escorts.

Terrific.

Well, get on the phone to Meynell and tell him I want to see him today.

Yes sir.

And watch out.

Fisher is in a foul mood.

Perfect.

So it seems that some of the security staff at Marsden Heath...

...are waging a private war against the anti-road protesters.

Now, whether this is being done under the orders of Jack Meynell...

...or even with his knowledge, I really couldn't say.

Good!

Cause you have said quite enough already!

A witness might have seen a certain kind of car.

Another witness might have seen one of the intruders.

It's feeble stuff, Crabbe.

Yes sir.

O and, er, whoever broke into the Lonsdales...

...left this behind.

I thought I made it perfectly clear what I want from you.

I want those bloody Greens caught.

I will not tolerate this sort of terrorism in the community.

Terrorism, sir?

It's a very small step from chucking paint over a car...

...to sticking bombs under it, Crabbe.

Only a boy...

Who's only a boy?

Kevin Heywood, alias Reynard The Fox.

O yeah, the ringleader of these Leveller maniacs.

Bit more of a one-man band, I'd say sir.

If you're such an expert, how come you haven't found him?

There's gonna be a demo at Marsden Heath tomorrow,

...when they start work on the new road.

Now, Reynard will be there.

I should have thought you'd get one of your crowd control blokes...

...to nick him.

I dare say they'll be nicking quite a few major subversives.

No.

You'll be there to make the arrest, Crabbe.

Personally.

Thank you sir.

Thanks.

Book? What book?

The book in which you record the names of all the people...

...who arrive and depart from the site.

O, that book.

Well, that sort of information...

...goes straight through to head office.

Is it really necessary for these gentlemen to be present?

Well, funnily enough these gentlemen are from head office.

So maybe they can clear things up a bit.

All, er, complete log books are stored at head office.

And of course they are strictly confidential.

You need a court order to examine them.

Even then, er, it could take them some time...

...to locate the appropriate volume.

May I ask why you want this information?

Where did you get that from?

Doctor Lonsdale.

He's in your rogues' gallery.

That's one of ours, that is.

That's Department of Transport property.

How did he come by it, I wonder.

Found it in his garden.

Found it in his garden?

I must say, I find that hard to believe.

I might have to look into it.

Don't worry, I'll be looking into it myself.

Well... Good luck, Sherlock.

So, there you are!

Aren't you coming upstairs to bed?

Yes, I suppose so.

What's up?

Are you going on this demonstration tomorrow?

Course I am.

Well, I know the road is probably gonna go ahead anyway...

...but I think it's important to make a gesture.

I have to go as well.

Fisher has insisted.

He wants me to arrest Reynard.

Henderson was gonna tell Reynard not to go.

Ooh, I don't think Reynard'll want to miss this.

Henry?

If it is gonna be difficult for you,

...I won't go.

O no, no no no no.

No, you go.

I mean, if it's difficult that's my problem.

Quack!

I wish you wouldn't do that.

[Coughing]

I must get my skates on.

I've got to pick up the Lonsdales.

Well just remember, if you get arrested,

...don't eat the food.

You're coming with me, Crabbe.

Happy hunting, Sherlock!

You know it's trespassing once you cross here, Mrs Crabbe?

You want me to go and watch it all...

...from the other side, do you?

What a wonderful turnout.

Stay calm, Mrs Crabbe.

Any sight of that Reynard creature?

No sir.

Crabbe, isn't that your wife?

Yes sir.

Couldn't persuade her to stay away, eh?

Didn't even try, sir.

This is private property, and you are trespassing.

If you disperse now, you are free to go.

If you do not disperse now and we are unable to proceed,

...you will be legally and forcibly removed...

...and liable to prosecution.

I repeat...

Please, leave peacefully and no further action will be taken.

Someone's gonna get hurt.

Yeah... Your old man'll be hurting me if I don't get you out free.

Sir, move back please.

Look!

Stop it! That's enough.

Now you are a witness to that assault, sir.

Sir!

You know what to do inspector...

Hey!

That's him!

That's the bloke who was in my house.

Crabbe!

That's the bastard who beat me up!!

Should have done a better job, shouldn't he?

Yaaah!!!

Are you gonna arrest that little bastard Reynard...

...and then go with clearing the rest of the rabble off this site?

Mr Fisher?

Well, sir?

Do what's necessary, Crabbe.

Yeah, let's get on with it.

Right, take him to hospital.

When he's in a fit state to know what is going on,

...caution him.

You two are coming with me.

- What for? - What for?!

To help me in my inqueries, that's what for.

I'm making an example of you.

You're gonna get the business.

You can't do that.

We're doing our job.

Your job?

Your job?

Obstructing the police, breaking and entering,

...assault, criminal damage, grievous bodily harm,

...is that the job description you wrote for them, Mr Meynell?

Mr Fisher!

I think you'll find that's one of Mr Fisher's many skills, sir.

The tactical withdrawal.

Any allegations made against our employers...

...have to be fully investigated, inspector.

They're subject to the law,

...just like everybody else!

Carry on.

You alright?

Yeah, just about.

Well, at least you got the blokes.

Thanks, Crabbe.

Cheers!

Cheers.

O, come on, Margaret.

This isn't a good idea. I'm not in the mood for a picnic.

You know, those two security men...

...have really landed Meynell right in it.

I think we're gonna get him for authorizing those break-ins.

They're still digging up the heath for their bloody motorway.

Yeah.

Still, life must go on.

Or, to be more specific,

...how about a slice of chicken and ham pie?

I'm not very hungry.

Mmm...

All right.

I've got something for you.

Prawn... cocktail... flavour.

Henry, you think of everything.

You know, you hear those damned bulldozers.

You know, the terrible thing is,

...after a while you don't even notice them.

Yeah... That IS the terrible thing.