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There you are, girls.

Stuff yourselves for a change.

Henry, what do you think
you´re doing?

Those are supposed to be
for human consumption.

Oh, Margaret, haven´t you heard
of the food chain?

We´re at the top of it.

Well, I´m more concerned about
the distribution of wealth.

We´re at the bottom of it.
Don´t.

But I´m recycling it.
That´s good, isn´t it?

I can´t see what´s wrong
with them.

You want fresh herbs,
you´ve got fresh herbs.

Fresh?!

Mr. Crabbe!

Mr. Fisher´s on the phone
for you.

Oh, give me a break!

Stolen garden gnomes, sir?

It´s not just gnomes, Crabbe.
It´s entire gardens.

Trees, shrubs, buckets,
and spades -- the lot.

Vanishing under people´s noses.

Says here the owners were all
away when the thefts occurred.

You see, Crabbe?
Making progress already.

Lombardy poplar.
Right.

Grape hyacinth, three of ´em.
Okay.

And one statue of Venus.

No arms.

Thanks a lot.

Sounds like quite a haul.

Ah, seven gardens
have been stolen so far.

And all the victims
were clients of Thomas´s.

Who´s Thomas?

Thomas´s of Middleton.

Gardeners and landscapers to
the well-heeled in these parts

since the 1700s.

Anyway, they started out
with the odd expensive shrub.

But now they´re taking
the whole kit and caboodle.

I didn´t know shrubs
were so valuable, sir.

Oh, it´s all valuable,
Cambridge, even the soil.

Do you know,

according to Henderson,
Middleton mulch is world

Sells for a fortune in Japan.

Now, then...

Alan and Jan Webster,
Chalfont Street.

Better get the Wellies on.

Why do you suppose
they left that?

No idea.
It´s a beauty, isn´t it?

Well, maybe he
just didn´t like peonies.

Must have been a bit of a shock.

That garden was part
of our life, Mr. Crabbe.

It´s not the money or anything.

We were fully insured,
of course.

Naturally.

The assessor´s
been ´round already.

Lovely man.

Is that him now?

No, no, that´s Toby.

He´s putting in
a new garden for us.

Insurance bods sent him ´round.
He was ´round here like a flash.

He´s been a real godsend.

Fantastic pH.

Yep, I can really work
with this stuff.

Hi. Toby Wellbeloved.
Gardens of Eden.

Henry Crabbe.

Um, Alan tells me
you´re a real godsend.

The miracle of nature

soundly thrashed
by the power of science.

Simple as that.

What about
our little mud patch, then?

Give me a week, Jan, and it´ll
be looking like Kew Gardens.

Oh, it´s not my field, but, um,

I should have thought it´d take
a bit more than a week.

You obviously haven´t heard
of the Gardens of Eden, Henry.

Tell you what.

Have a butchers.

Well, it´s no wonder

my insurance premiums
are going up.

Hmm, a CD-ROM.

Bit flash for a gardening firm,
isn´t it?

Well, obviously you´ve never
heard of the Gardens of Eden.

Ah.

You double-click the icon
with your little mouse.

Yes, thank you, sir.
I do know.

Gardens of Eden.

The first U.K. garden company
to use space-age technology,

designed by NASA aboard...

-...the space shuttle CULTIV8.

-This means we can install...
-Crabbe.

Ah.

-...as opposed to the...

...landscapers would need.

Mm. Right.
Well, thanks for your help.

-Yeah. Bye.
-...Argentinean guano,

and our unique....

That was the Websters´
insurance company.

Someone else who had never heard
of Gardens of Eden.

...for all plant life
to thrive.

So, how did you know, Toby,
about their garden?

Can I be of any help?

Uh, it depends how much you know
about herbs.

Ah, not much, actually.

I just run the place.

Uh, Frank Thomas.

Oh, are you related to, um...

Oh, uh,
great-great-great grandson,

give or take a "great."

Anyway, you need my sister.

Uh, hers are greener.

Ah.

Uh, but we can supply
and maintain

a complete kitchen garden.

Well, from what I´ve heard,
I´d probably get it pinched.

You as well.

Well, bad news travels fast,
you know.

Sold out of barbed wire
and security lights

twice already this week.

Oh, so it´s not all bad, then.

You´ve obviously
never heard of Gardens of Eden.

Oh, oh.
Oh, yes, yeah.

"The miracle of nature

soundly thrashed
by the power of science."

Yeah. If you buy that,
you´ll buy anything.

Yeah.

The sad thing is, my clients do.

I´ve lost five regular contracts
to Gardens of Eden this month.

Jackie!

Uh, Jackie Thomas, my sister.
This is, uh...

Oh, I´m sorry.

Henry Crabbe.
D.I., Barstock Police.

What´s this about?

Oh, herbs.
Dying ones.

In my experience, Mr. Crabbe,
the health of a plant

reflects the atmosphere
in which it´s grown.

So it´s no wonder
you´re having trouble, is it?

I´m sorry.
I, uh...

You should have told us you
were a policeman, Mr. Crabbe.

I´m sorry
we can´t be of more help.

Gary...

...this pesto tastes a bit dull.

Same as always, chef.

Is it?

In everything?

Yeah.

Of course.

The freshest of ingredients?

Mrs. Crabbe told me to use them.

She said not to say anything.

Stand aside, Gary.

You are a cook,
not an accountant.

Remember that.

-Yes, chef.
-Traitor.

Well, we´re up on last night.

Oi!

First thing tomorrow -- basil,
thyme, dill, please, Gary.

Which are growing
at the bottom of the garden.

All right!
All right.

While you´re at it,
cancel the meat order.

Get a few tins of corned beef.

And you can tell Henderson we´ll
use instant mash from now on.

Henry.

Margaret,
God moves in mysterious ways,

His wonders to perform.

He grows this stuff fresh.
I cook it that way.

Last time, Henry.

So, what we looking at, then?

Resale value of £12,000.

This lot will shift
like manure off a shiny shovel.

So the gardens get stolen,

and Toby´s offering them
a replacement in minutes flat.

Yeah, then he gets
the insurance money,

and Thomas´s lose
another regular customer.

Well, maybe he´s just
a good businessman.

Maybe. Still smells worse
than his Argentinean guano.

Ah, he´s turning
into Millfield Lane.

Oh, good. Lots of lovely
big gardens in Millfield Lane.

Oh.

He´s got a camera.

Mm.
I´m just trying to remember

if, uh, taking snapshots
of somebody else´s rhododendrons

is an offense or not.

Not.

Unless he´s trespassing.

Mm.

Which I don´t suppose
for a moment he is.

Oh, looks like he´s leaving.

Oh, let´s go back to base
and have some decent coffee, eh?

Oi.

D.C. Linney,
Horticultural Division.

You´re under arrest.

Detective Inspector Crabbe,
Barstock.

You´ve just been outranked.

Mm.

We always get this hassle

when we have to deal
with you local plods.

Well, it´s hardly surprising,
is it, if you go around behaving

like Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid.

Right, Crabbe,
what´s this all about?

Why don´t you ask
Butch Cassidy, sir?

D.C. Cassidy, is it?

D.C. Linney, sir,
and D.C. Spink.

National Horticultural Division.

Never heard of it.

Set up in ´91, sir, to deal with
the increase in garden crime

on a national level.

We keep a database
of stolen plants.

Lucky taxpayers.

It says here you tried to arrest
my two officers.

Suspects, are they?

They were putting our
investigation in jeopardy, sir.

Really?

Crabbe?

We were observing
a suspect, sir.

Our suspect.

Gentlemen,
perhaps I should inform you

that D.I. Crabbe is one
of my most senior officers

and that I personally appointed
him to this investigation.

I´ll pass that on
to Chief Constable Walker, sir.

Walker.

Head of
the Regional Crime Squad.

Sir. The Horticultural
Division was his brainchild.

He´s something of a gardener
himself.

Yes, quite.

You know,
I think our departments

should be liaising
more closely on this.

Then this sort of thing
won´t happen.

The best of both worlds,
as it were.

So, what´s our plan of action?

Toby Wellbeloved
is our prime suspect, sir.

We´d like to monitor him
very closely.

Exactly how you were thinking,
Crabbe.

Sir?

Excellent.

From now on, gentlemen,
D.I. Crabbe will be acting

as your local liaison officer.

Right.

Gentlemen.

So, how is old, uh, Geoff Walker
these days?

He still playing the golf?

Righto, Mr. Wellbeloved.
Ready in an hour.

Great.
Cheers.

Can I help you?

Can I have a word?

We need to find out
who owns this place.

Any ideas, Cambridge?

Colin and Elizabeth Redbridge,
15 Millfield Lane.

Their garden was designed
by Thomas´s of Middleton,

June 1987.

It´s been maintained by them
ever since.

And, uh, the Redbridges
will be away until Saturday.

That´s three days.

Oh, must be careful, Cambridge.
These two are good.

Call the boys.

Don´t suppose they left you
the keys, did they?

Spink to base.

Has the herb-growing copper
been back?

I told you, Jackie.
I didn´t know.

-You don´t think I´d --

I can´t leave you two alone
for a minute, can I?

If these thefts don´t stop,

the only thing you two will
inherit from me by next year

is a couple of wheelbarrows
and an overdraft.

What are you proposing we do,
Mum

Don´t even think about it.

So, what else can we do?

Make bloody clear to whoever´s
doing it that if I catch them,

they´ll wish they´d
never set foot in a garden.

Look, I know you don´t like
the police, Mum,

but this is their job.

We don´t want any more trouble,
right?

-Yes, that´s right.

Mr. Thomas, I-I´m sorry
to bother you at home.

Uh, can I have a word?

Yes, yes, of course.
Come in.

Thank you.

Look, um, I´m sorry about Jackie
yesterday, Mr. Crabbe.

-It´s all right.
-Uh...

my family can be a bit...
difficult.

Not at all.

What can I do for you?

Mr. and Mrs. Redbridge.

Millfield Lane.
We do their garden.

That´s right, yeah.

We think they may be the next
targets of these garden thieves.

Then perhaps you´d better keep
an eye on it.

Oh, we are, we are.

But the Redbridges
are away at the moment.

We´ve talked to them,

and they´ve given us permission
to go into their house.

Mr. Redbridge said
you´d have some keys.

We do indeed.

All our clients leave a spare
set with us before they go away.

We work on a basis of trust.

It´s a sort of family principle.

Very noble.

Uh...listen, Mr. Crabbe...

is it all right
if we keep this just between us?

Well, it´s just
that my mother, Annie,

she owns the company, and...

...to be honest, these thefts
have left her a bit...

Of course, not to worry.

-Mum´s the word.
-Right.

Thank you.

So, what are you planning to do?

Well, we´re going to mount
a stakeout.

You know, flasks of coffee
and hushed voices, all that.

Thanks a lot.

I, um...I don´t suppose
you´re allowed to tell me

who the prime suspect is.

Sorry.
It´s classified.

Of course.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Well, who was it?

Jehovah´s Witnesses.

Told them what they needed
was a good lawyer.

Any movement your end,
Blue Leader?

Repeat -- Any movement your end,
Blue Leader?

Negative, Red Leader.

That food ready yet?

What´s happening
with the grubstakes,

Local Liaison Officer?

Oh, thank you, Group Captain.

Uh, I´m just waiting
about five minutes

for the Green Team
to liaise with the Pink Team,

and then we´ll be
in a go situation.

T-minus five, Red Leader.

Blue Leader.

Do what?

You just called him Red Leader.

He´s the blue leader.
You´re the red leader.

Look, it´s not gonna work if you
keep getting these names wrong,

is it?

Now, then, would you please pass
me the black pepper, Red Leader?

Three figures approaching
via the lane, Red Leader.

Four people on foot
at the back, sir.

Go, go, go!

Ready for this?

Can´t they wait a minute?

Freeze!

Come on move!
Move it!

Stay where you are!

You two, ´round the back!

Cut them off!
Quick! Quick!

Horticultural Division!
Freeze!

Freeze!

Drop your weapons!

You´re under arrest!

Nobody move.

Mr. McGregor?

Good Lord.

Henry Crabbe.

You can´t blame us

for organizing our own patrols,
Henry.

After all, we´re only trying
to protect what is ours.

You know this man, then, do you,
D.I. Crabbe?

Know him?
George?

George "The Cat" McGregor?
Do I know him?

He´s world-famous
in burgling circles.

All right.

All right, you can all go.

But we´re confiscating
your garden tools.

Um, George...

Yeah?

...uh, smoked-mackerel paté
on Saturday?

-Oh, book me in for 8:00.
-Fine.

Marg...

Hello?

11´10".

-We´re measuring the garden.

Yes, I can see that,
thank you, Nicola.

I´ve had a brilliant idea,
Henry.

Margaret, what´s this all about?

"Pie in the Garden."

"Pie in the --"
No, no, no, no.

Gary, I think it´s time
we mashed a potato or something.

Margaret, we can´t feed people
out here.

People like eating alfresco,
Henry. It´s very fashionable.

-Come on.
Please.

No, you´re too late.
The designs are being drawn up.

Oh, I see.
I see.

I can´t afford
a sprig of rosemary,

but you can commission someone

to turn this lot
into Le Terrace de Middleton?

Now, calm down.
I´m not paying for it.

I´m doing his accounts
in exchange.

Well, all right.

Well, I-I just hope he likes
chickens, that´s all I can say.

Hello, Henry.

Ah, my, uh, CD-ROM
won you over, then, eh?

And I see enormous potential.

This space could be --
could be really nice.

Once you got rid
of the old clutter.

It´s a really bad moment,
I´m afraid, Toby.

Sure, no probs, Henry.
You´re the boss.

Later, Mags.

Some things, Mags,
are simply beyond the pale.

He´s a very talented boy.
It´s an excellent deal.

He happens to be
under investigation

for a series of major thefts.

Innocent until proven guilty,
isn´t it?

Margaret!

Oh, good.
The cavalry.

Toby Wellbeloved
just left this restaurant.

And you´re standing in it.

And you´re laying the tables.

I´d say that´s strong
circumstantial evidence.

If you gentlemen don´t mind,

I´m trying to have an argument
with my wife!

So I´d be very grateful

if you just got on with the job
in hand and left us alone.

Yes...

...sir.

Yes, they´re both here.

Yes, we´ll be right there, sir.

You stake out the wrong garden.

You arrest
a bunch of pensioners.

And while you were doing so,

another ratepayer
on the other side of Middleton

has their garden stolen!

And if that´s not enough,
you, Crabbe,

have managed to employ our chief
suspect to dig your garden.

Uh, no, not me, sir.
It´s my wife.

And worst of all,
I have just had a phone call

from Chief Constable Walker
asking me if I´d seen this.

Who´s she?

A self-publicist
by the name of Annie Thomas.

Oh, God.

I take that noise to mean
you know this woman, Crabbe.

I-I know of her, sir.

Well, so does half the county
by now.

Go and sort her out.

And I want you two to stick
to this Wellbeloved like glue.

If he´s planning something,
I want you two

breathing down his neck.
Understood?

-Yes, sir.
-Now get out.

You needn´t bother
reading it all.

"He´s been about as effective
as a chocolate fireguard."

Wonder how she got
your name, sir.

Just get on with it, Crabbe.

Sir.

Obviously grown in a healthier
environment than my herbs.

Thought we´d see you today.

Well, we do read the papers,
you know.

Is your mother about?

She´s in Carbridge.
I´ll tell her you came.

Mm.

Uh, perhaps
you could mention to her

I came bearing an olive branch.

I thought herbs
were more your line?

Look, I assure you
we´re doing all we can.

We know that, Mr. Crabbe.
That´s the problem.

I´m sorry about your gardens,
Jackie.

They were beautiful. You must
have been very proud of them.

How would you know?

Look, I know nothing
about gardening.

I mean, I-I couldn´t even grow
mold on cheddar,

but I do know about cooking.

And I imagine you feel
the same way about your gardens

as I feel about
my steak and kidney pie.

"Pie in the Sky.
Henry Cra--"

I hear it´s good.

I´ll tell you what.

Why don´t you come
and work your magic

over my dismal excuse
for an herb garden,

and I´ll cook you a meal
on the house?

Thanks.

And, please, bring your mother.

Oh, I don´t think so.

She doesn´t have much time
for the police.

Oh, why´s that?

Don´t let her worry you,
Mr. Crabbe.

It´s a family matter.

Not business, then?

Same thing.
We´re a family business.

Cheese and pickle or ham, sir?

Listen to this.

Thomas´s of Middleton, Ltd.,
founded 1793 by Adam Thomas,

et cetera, et cetera.

A list of Thomases
as long as your arm,

the last of which
is our friend, Annie.

Well, isn´t that
what we expected, sir?

Ah, yeah, but -- Ah,
but here´s the interesting bit.

Thomas´s ceased trading
in September 1966.

Annie was found guilty
of financial misconduct,

embezzlement,
and fraudulent trading.

She did a year in Holloway.

Well, at least we know
where she´s coming from.

Yeah, but also notice
it´s Mrs. Annie Thomas.

She married into the family,
you see.

All the other owners
were born Thomas,

including the last one,
her husband, Charlie Thomas.

Would you like me
to check it out, sir?

If you´d be so kind, Cambridge.

That man is a barbarian!

Nice legs, though.

My chickens are not clutter, and
they can´t be cooped up all day.

Otherwise, they won´t lay, okay?

They´ll develop claustrophobia.

Nicola, would you take
Butch and Sundance

some coffee and
a slice of cheesecake, please?

Nicola --

Tell Fisher I´ll shut up

when he nicks
whoever´s ruining my business.

Mrs. Thomas, with respect --

"Respect." That´s a laugh.

Uh, would you get us some
coffee, please, Nicola?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Please, have a seat.

Look, um...

...you´re not the only one
that´s done time.

Holloway Prison´s bad,
Mr. Crabbe,

but not as bad as
the National Police Computer.

Once you´re in there,
you never get out.

Well, I don´t trust everything
I see on a computer screen.

I mean...

well, for example,
why would anyone embezzle money

from a firm they already own?

Thank you, Nicola.

And I think
there´s a lot more to this

than appears on the file.

About Charlie Thomas,
for example.

Look, if you want me to find out

whoever it is
that´s trying to get at you,

you´ve got to tell me
your side of the story.

Once upon a time,
sweet, innocent Annie Burton

met handsome young devil
Charlie Thomas.

Married in six months, two kids,
cottage by the river.

Idyllic.

So, what went wrong?

Charlie inherited Thomas´s
and changed overnight.

He transferred the business
into my name.

"For the kids´ sake," he said,

in case anything
happened to him,

and I believed him, of course.

Oh, so he stole from the firm?

Embezzled, stole, took money
up front for work never done --

the lot.

In six months, it was all gone,
and he did a runner.

And you were left

with responsibility
for all the debts.

They took me away in handcuffs,
Mr. Crabbe,

in front of the children.

Yeah, but --
I mean, there was a trial.

I mean,
surely all this came out.

Lawyers talking in huddles,
fraud squad, coppers.

And poor little me
in the middle of it,

frightened out of my tiny mind.

I didn´t stand a chance.

Yeah, and, uh, Charlie.
What happened to him?

If I knew that...

Still, I mean, Thomas´s seems
to have recovered very well.

It´s taken me 25 years
of blood, sweat, and tears

to build it up again
from nothing.

And then some thief comes along
and helps himself.

Perhaps now you´ll understand
why I´m here.

Morning, Crabbe.

Any joy with that woman?

Um, this is
Mrs. Annie Thomas, sir.

Assistant Chief Constable
Fisher.

-Sir, I think --
-Not now, Crabbe.

As I´m sure D.I. Crabbe
has informed you, Mrs. Thomas,

there are official channels
if you wish to make a complaint.

Use them next time, all right?

I wouldn´t lower myself.

I´m sorry, Mr. Crabbe,
it´s my fault.

I should know by now.
Never trust a copper.

I thought I was doing
quite well, sir,

till you came in
with your size-15 boots.

You´re wasting your time
talking to people like that.

I think she got the message,
though, didn´t she?

Here you are.

Oh, lovely.

-Cheers, Mags.
-Oh, this looks wonderful.

Yeah, it´s coming on.

Now, you wanted a wisteria
against the wall, and, uh...

Fuchsia.

Fuchsia.
Lovely choice.

And a big bay tree
as the centerpiece, yeah?

Yes, that will keep Henry happy.

Mmm.
Thanks for the drink, lovely.

-Right, I´ll get onto it.
-Good.

-See you later.
-Bye.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Operations proceeding
satisfactorily?

We, uh...were supposed to be
working undercover, sir.

You all right, Mum?

Uh, yes, of course, love.
Fine.

You´re supposed to be
unobtrusive, Crabbe.

Oh, it´s all right.
Toby went hours ago.

Probably caught the bus.

-Well, go!

So, uh, how long´s
Charlie lived here?

About three months, sir.

Before that,
at various addresses in London.

Mm.

Okay.
And before London?

No fixed abode.

Huh. Still hasn´t lost the green
fingers, though has he?

Stick around, would you,
Cambridge?

Let me know if Charlie appears.

Good evening.
Have you booked?

Where´s Crabbe?

Two rude men to see you, chef.

They´re coppers.

Can smell them from here.

Don´t worry, Gary. They
haven´t come looking for you.

Pie in the Sky.

No sign of him all day,
thanks to you.

Well, you´re supposed
to be watching him.

He better not strike again
tonight, Crabbe.

It´s not likely, is it?
He´s sitting over there.

Nicola, would you put the
gentlemen at this table, please?

Yeah.

No, it´s no trouble.
Thanks for letting us know. Bye.

Two salmon.

Salmon´s off.

Well, I know the accommodation
isn´t a patch on what it was,

but you´ve got to admit
the grub´s pretty good.

No disrespect, Mr. Crabbe,

but I don´t think green fingers
are one of your gifts.

Hallo, Jackie.

Perhaps you should stick
to cooking.

Oh, I don´t know.

There you are.

I mean, I´ve learned quite a bit
about gardens

in the last few days.

And more than I think I´ll
ever need to know about peonies.

For instance,
they´re very hard to establish.

And once they are,
they hate being moved.

Tell me something I don´t know.

All right.
I will.

Peonies were the only plants
that were left

in any of the gardens
that were stolen.

Just like the rather beautiful
specimen I saw in a garden

of a bungalow this afternoon,
not far from here.

Home of one Mr. Charlie Thomas.

Charlie.

But he doesn´t live --

Oh, yes, he does.

Since just before these thefts
began, in fact.

He wouldn´t.

He wouldn´t do that.

Would he?

I was 5 when he --

...when I saw him last.

Most of what I know about him
I´ve learnt from Mum.

All of it bad.

But I do remember that peonies
were his favorite flower.

When I was five, he planted one
in the garden especially for me.

He said one day I´d be
as beautiful as that flower.

Then he almost destroyed
our family.

Oh, Jackie,
that really is very moving.

Eavesdropping, Toby?

Appropriate behavior
for a thief.

Now, now. There´s no need to go
´round making wild accusations

against people.

Yes, was there something
you wanted, Toby?

Just to congratulate you
on the monkfish, chef.

It was a bit garlicky
but otherwise superlative.

Thank you.

I´ll make a note of that
for future reference.

Oh, Jackie, you must have
a butchers at Henry´s garden

when I´ve finished.

I think you´ll like it.

Ciao!

I didn´t know you knew Toby.

Know him? I despise him.
He´s a bloody thief.

Well, we are keeping
an eye on him.

He´s been stealing
my designs for months.

I´ve even seen him
photographing them.

Oh, that´s what he´s been doing.

But you can´t copyright
a garden design.

So he gets away with it
every time.

Gary, we´re going to need
more spinach.

Yes, chef.

Um, I think, uh...

...pie and mash for, uh, Jackie.

Look, I´ll pay for it myself.

Can we fit her in, Nicola?

Um, table 6 is empty.

Uh, no, table 6 -- McGregors.
I took the booking.

No, it´s all right.
They phoned and canceled.

-We´ll put her there.
-Okay.

The McGregors have canceled?

Yeah.

Apparently they find the idea
of a weekend in Truro

more enticing than your paté.

Um, I´m no chef, Mr. Crabbe,

but I wouldn´t use these
in cat food.

Does the name "McGregor"
mean anything to you?

George and Moira?
I do their garden.

I thought so.

Gary, can you hold the fort
for a while?

Well, why change the habit
of a lifetime, chef?

Don´t slope off, Henry.
We´re nearly full tonight.

Margaret, this won´t wait.

Nicola, how´s Toby doing?

Uh, coffee and brandy.

Fine, keep him topped up.
On the house.

Margaret, call Cambridge.

Tell her to get
to the McGregors´ house

as quick as she can.

This is about my father,
isn´t it?

Get in.

The gate´s over there.

We need to get
under those trees.

Sorry, sir.

Come on!

Wait, wait.

Bingo!

Don´t move!
Police!

-Ohh!

Dad.

Oh, my God.

Why couldn´t you
just leave us alone?

Just let me get away,
please, Jackie.

You bastard, Charlie Thomas!

It´s not worth it, Annie.

Give me your hand.

Sir!

You couldn´t resist it,
could you?

I was only trying to make

-a bit of money.
-Oh, save it.

Life´s too short
to stand here talking to you.

See you in court.

He decided
to stand and fight, sir.

Ah.

Well, that was a big mistake,
wasn´t it?

Cambridge is a black belt in
more things than I´ve heard of.

Someone to do his dirty work.

That´s just like Charlie.

Well, at least he kept it
in the family.

Frank?

You and Dad.
Why?

Oh, it figures.

It runs in his blood.

You inherited your dad´s
green fingers, Jackie.

Frank inherited his greed.

Us Thomases help ourselves.

Isn´t that
what you taught us, Mum?

Not this time, Frank.

You can forget the company.

Something else for Jackie
to inherit, all of it.

I´d hate to spend Christmas
with you lot.

Like father, like son.

Chief Constable Walker
is delighted, Crabbe.

And he´s very excited

about my idea for
a permanent local-liaison unit.

A man of infinite wisdom, sir.

Yes, Crabbe. I said something
like that in my memo.

Ah, gentlemen!

I wanted to thank you
for your help

with D.I. Crabbe´s
investigation.

Sorry you missed
all the action, boys.

Well, we were sticking
to Wellbeloved.

Like glue, sir.

My God, sir.
He can knock back the brandy.

Seems you were wasting your time
after all, eh?

So Frank Thomas
was stealing from himself?

Well...

...not really, sir.

You see, he was selling
the plants to his customers,

but then stripping out
their gardens

and selling the stuff again.

And, of course,
they were telling

when they were going to be
away from home.

As far as he thought, he
was being rather clever, really.

So, who was he selling it to?

Oh, well, that´s a bit
of a problem at the moment.

We haven´t traced it so far.

All this stuff turned up
in Charlie Thomas´s lockup.

Doesn´t it make you glad
to be a copper, Crabbe?

Not only that...

Nothing like
job satisfaction, sir.

Voilà.

Smoked-salmon mousse
with dill and fresh tarragon.

Mmm.
Not bad for a copper.

And this garden´s not bad
for a Wellbeloved.

Seems to be an original design,
in any case.

Oh, he´s not finished yet.

I´m still waiting for Toby
to bring the centerpiece.

No chance of it
being a chicken run, I suppose?

I´m sure if Thomas´s
had the contract, we´d find room

-for the chickens.
-That´s my girl.

Mind your backs!

Here you go, Henry.
The jewel in the crown. Mags.

La pièce de résistance.

That´s very nice.

Oi, oi.

Award-winning Jackie Thomas
has turned up for a butchers.

Don´t go stealing my design,
now, will you, Jackie, eh?

I really do not like
that young man.

There´s ways of dealing
with types like that, Jackie.

Only not in front of the law.

Would you be able
to tell the difference

between one of your pies
and someone else´s?

Oh, naturally.

Same goes for my plants.

I grew this bay tree.

And this jasmine.

They all come from my gardens.

Margaret...

Good night.

Oh, well done, Nicola.
Thanks ever so much.

It´s all right. I´ll see you
tomorrow, Mr. Crabbe.

Yeah, good night.

So...Toby bought all this
from Charlie Thomas?

Yeah.

Then he had the cheek
to sell it on to his clients,

including us.

Still, he has just been charged
with handling stolen goods.

You enjoy being in the right,
don´t you?

Well, it beats being
in the wrong all the time.

Still, you have to admit
the garden´s lovely.

Yes.
Yes, it is, isn´t it?

Shame it´ll all have to go.

What?

Well, you can´t feed people
out here, Margaret.

This is evidence.

No. We´re booked through
for the next two weeks!

Well, you´ll just have to tell
them the horrible truth.

Which is?

The food tastes
just as good inside.

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