06x02 - Old Colonials

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

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

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

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

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

Right, today we're getting
things for our collage at school.

So we need some pine cones and we
need some leaves from the deciduous trees.

Now we all remember
what those are, don't we?

What is a deciduous tree?

I don't remember.
Who can tell her what a deciduous tree is?

Right, I want
everybody over here as

quickly as possible,
quickly, no talking.

Quickly.

Heather and James, just stay where you are.

What the hell do you
think you're doing, woman?

Can't you see I've got
a class of children here?

Well, this is private property.
Get out of here.

Get back to the hunt, Gillies.
You lot shouldn't have split off.

This is Lord Ashfordly's estate.
She shouldn't be here.

This isn't the time to argue, Gillies.
Now get back to the hunt.

You haven't heard the last of this.
Come on.

I'm very sorry if you're frightened.

The children were in danger.

Well, you really shouldn't be here
without Lord Ashfordly's consent. This is

private land.

I didn't realise there aren't any
notices or fences. Who was that?

Oh, that's Walter Gillies, Lord
Ashfordly's estate manager.

Well, anyway, good day.

How's it looking?

With Ashfordly doubling
the rent, it won't balance.

I'm no accountant, but even
I can see it can't be done.

So what are we going to do?

We'll have to seriously
think about closing the pub.

What? You can't do that.

You must have missed something.
Let me have a look.

You sound worse than him.

What's going on here?

George is jacking it in.

I don't believe it.

We might have to.

Well, this is what I'd call a crisis.

Sounds like all hands
to the pump to see

what we can do to
lift these profits, eh?

Well, at last a good cause
that I can get enthusiastic about.

Here, Sarge, have you heard? George
Ward's thinking of giving up the Aidens

field Arms.

Will you be applying for
the vacancy, Ventress?

Oh, no, Sarge.

Don't count on it.

Ron, I just heard there have been
some horses loose up on your patch

belonging to Mr Ruaine.

Now, he's rounded
them up, but have a

word with him on your
way home, will you?

Yes, Sarge.

We don't want mayhem on
the roads again, now, do we?

No, Sarge.

Wait for him.

Oh, there you are.

Listen, Sergeant, I have to report
some lunatic teacher disrupting the hunt

this morning.

In what way, Mr Gillis?

Well, she was trespassing
on the estate with

a bunch of kids from
Aidens field School.

Well, that could have
been a nasty accident.

Sort it out, eh?

OK.

Would you like me to go up
and read the riot act, Sarge?

Much as I am tempted to send you
back to school, Bellamy, I think Aidens

field is down to Rowan.

I'll go straight away, Sarge.

That's him.

That's who?

That's him. That's Uncle Claude.

Hello, Uncle Claude.

Norman.

And just when I was thinking
things couldn't get any worse.

You got a problem?

I have now. What are you doing here?

You got a flat tyre.

Have I?

Oh, yes, so I have.

I'm very observant of
you to notice, Norman.

Can we help?

This is Uncle Claude.

Oh, mighty pleased to
make your acquaintance, sir.

Jeb the American. He's in the Air Force.

You know, Norman, sometimes your
grasp of the situation leaves me gasping.

Are you going to change it, then?

I've already thought of that, haven't I?

The flaming spare's no good either.

I've got a new tube at
home if I can get there.

Can we give you a lift?

Very kind of you.

I'm afraid you're not.

Good one, sir.

Up you go.

Well, hello.

This is Social Caller.
Do you want to take over?

That's police business, I'm afraid.

What's wrong?

I've had a complaint.

A complaint?

From a Walter Gillies.

Who?

Oh, the ignorant oaf from the hunt.

Well, he was very upset.

I'll give him upset.

I only just managed to get my
class away from the horses in time.

Well, you'd best keep
off the Ashfordly Estate.

They get a bit feudal
during the hunting season.

You're telling me.

Be careful, Mary.

Are you free tonight?

Sorry?

Are you doing anything tonight?

It depends what's on offer.

Well, the local pub
looks like closing down.

Let's hope they help boost their profits.

Fancy doing your bit for the community?

All right, then.

Well, shall I pick you
up about nine o'clock?

Holly Cottage, Wayndale.

Yeah, I know.

Do you know?

Mary's hurt herself, Miss.

Mary, will you be careful?

Careful?

What does he actually do?

He's a quartermaster up at Filendales.

He's a very clever man, his Jeb.

He's my new business partner.

That sounds like a bit of a
contradiction to me, Norman.

Eh?

Don't let it bother you.

Oh, he's got a mate who
flies stuff over from America.

Does he?

He hasn't got any inner tubes, has he?

No, but he's got records, genes.

Oh, records and genes.

You'll have to save me some of them.

Booze.

Now you are talking.

I sell my stuff on.

It's easiest money I've ever made.

I see you've made yourself at home.

Would you like to take
a drink with me, sir?

What have you got?

Bourbon.

You ever tasted it?

Not for a long time.

I'll let you remind me.

Norman, your uncle is a
man after my own heart.

You tell him about our proposition.

Ah, well, I would just come into that.

While I'm waiting, why don't you tell me?

Oh, we've got an import
business, your nephew and myself.

Oh, he did mention that.

I'm billeted in a small house in Whitby.

Business is booming.

I need more storage space.

Well, I could sort that out for
you, but you'd have to pay a rent.

Of course, Mr. Greengrass.

Would you prefer
dollars or pounds sterling?

Either or both, so long as it's cash.

Would you like another, sir?

I'd like to see somebody try and stop me.

Check 'em over, Ellie.

Hello, d*ck.

Morning, Bill.

I'm glad to see you've gotten back in.

Sergeant Blaketon's had a call.

They're missing out, do they?

Somebody must have opened that gate.

Who'd do that?

Oh, I don't know.

Kids, hikers.

I'll be keeping an eye out.

I can't afford anything else to go wrong.

Things are at the moment.

Bad, is it?

I've got three of Lord
Ashfordly's horses here at livery.

He hadn't paid his bill for months.

I tell you, if it weren't for Annie,
I'd have jacked it in by now.

Tell Blaketon I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.

Yeah, all right, Bill.

See you.

All right.

Nick?

Yeah?

Sorry, I'm not ready.

Come in, I'll be two seconds.

Sorry about the mess.

I'm usually so
tired after school, I

just collapse in
front of the television.

How'd you get this place?

My mum and dad's holiday cottage.

So where do they live?

York.

Ready?

Yeah, sorry, I'm just
looking at the photos.

Shall we go then?

Yeah.

The thing is, this place has stood
still too long. It's in a time warp.

You need food. Better get more people in.

We do pies and sandwiches.

Proper food.
Chicken in a basket, scampi and chips.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

How am I going to do that?

You've got a kitchen.

Yeah, we've got no equipment.

Ah. What about music nights?

We've tried that.

What, the same night each week?
You've not tried that, have you?

Yes.

You see, you've got to advertise it.
Posters. Put it in the paper.

You see, at the end
of the day, that... Evie.

Hiya, Nick.

All right, what are you all drinking?

You're a dark arse, Nick.

We're just good friends.

How long's he been going on, then?

I don't know what you're
talking about, mate.

Nick.

It's Blaketon.

Hey, he crossed swords
with our Mr. Gillies.

You could say that. Where does he
get his airs and graces from, anyway?

He comes with the job, I suppose.

Working with the aristocracy,
living on the Ashfordly estate.

And rubbing shoulders
with the hunting fraternity.

You don't approve, I take it.

The unspeakable in
pursuit of the uneatable.

Do you ride?

I used to have my
own pony. I want to

start again, but I
need to find a stable.

Well, I know someone
who owns a riding stable.

I could take you up there tomorrow.

That would be great.

Cheers, Phil.

Phil, there's been some intruders
seen out at Shepherd's Cottage.

He wants me to go up there.

And you want me to go with you?

Yeah, cheers, mate.

Sorry about this.

That's all right.

Oh, I can give her a lift home if
you're not back by closing time.

Thanks.

It won't be long.

You stay in the house.

It seems quiet enough.

I'll check the front door, eh?

Yeah, I'll go round the back.

Phil!

You must get him!

Go on!

Uncle Claude!

Uncle Claude!

sh**t you, you rattle!

You want all the Yorkshire in our business?

Good morning, Mr. Greengrass, sir.

You must be joking.

We've got a delivery for you.

I've not had time to clear any space yet.

That's all right.

Norm will do it.

Voila.

Right.

I'm having it in the workshop.

Will you join me, sir?

Can I duck?

Come in.

I can't believe this has happened.

Was he still in the
house when you got here?

Yeah, yeah.

He thumped Phil Bellamy
as he made a dash for him.

Is he OK?

Yeah, he'll be all right.

Now, do you know exactly what's missing?

The clock was the most valuable piece.

It was an anniversary present.

It cost pounds.

Anything else?

My jewelry box had a few
family rings in it, candlesticks.

Six.

They were solid silver.

The snuff boxes have gone.

Martin's a collector.

How many were they?

Oh, I don't know.

You'll have to ask him.

I'll phone him.

All the good stuff, Nick.

Yeah, well, whoever it was
has got what they wanted.

They won't be back.

It's the thought of something so important.

It's the thought of somebody being
here, going through all your things.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't worry.

Now, when you've checked everything,
make a list of all the missing items

and a list of all casual
callers to the cottage.

Do you think we'll see
any of our stuff again?

Well, we'll circulate the list.

There's always a chance.

How about this, Mr. Greengrass?

It's not really my style.

No?

You'd have to sew
two of them together to

fit round him, wouldn't
you, Uncle Claude?

You're auditioning for
a thump round the head.

I mean, where are you
going to get rid of this lot?

Boutiques in Leeds, Darlington, York.

They all want them.

I know what you'll have, Mr. Greengrass.

How about that? That suit you?

More like it.

Hey, I hope you don't
think this is in lower rent.

It's a present.

A thank you.

Is it?

Well, thank you.

You look as though you need a hand.

I'm fine.

Come on.

Thanks.

Maggie's taking me up
to Ruane's riding stables.

Do you know him?

Yeah, yeah, it's a nice man.

Look, I just came to say
I'm sorry about last night.

That's OK.

Do I get another chance?

Maybe.

Are you doing anything tonight?

Nope.

Well, how about dinner at my place?

Oh, you can cook too.

No, Eileen's made a casserole.

Well, would she mind if I come?

I don't see why she should.

Oh, there's my lift.

OK, what time?

About seven, and you can see
Katie before she goes to sleep.

OK.

Well, I'll see you tonight.

You want to be careful, you two.
People will be gossiping.

It'll give them something
worthwhile to talk about.

Ready when you are.

Now, George, give us a
scotch and a packet of crisps.

That'll be three and seven.

Stick it on the slate.

Not any more.

What?

New policy, Claude.

No pay, no drink.

Fine, when you're ready, George.

So, how's things up your way?

I'm on my own at the moment.

Ashfordly's had it.

He's got rid of the cook, the
gardener, and his precious bottle.

I'll be next. They want me off the
estate so he can sell his cottage.

Does that mean you'll
be leaving Avon Street?

I hope not.

I think I'll buy my own place.

Ooh.

Here we are.

Thanks, George.

George, George, can I have a word?

Excuse me a minute.

Yes, Claude, you found some money?

No, not exactly.

Well, I'll tell you what the crack is.

I know, but I might
have a bit of a

proposition that'll be
to your advantage.

And mine.

Are you still going to the concert tonight?

I'd like to. Is there a problem?

No.

No, I just thought I might
invite someone over.

Oh, I see.

I was going to ask Joe Weston.

The new teacher?

Yeah.

What a good idea.

So it's okay, then?

Of course it is.

Great.

What am I going to do?

I've got nine horses to feed here.

Sorry, Bill.

There's only enough
left for a couple of days.

The boss said no money, no fodder.

But I'll be able to settle up with
you soon. I've always been straight.

Come on, man, what's wrong with you?

Can't do it.

Not even two bags.

It's out of my hands, I'd lose my job.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time a
couple of bags have gone astray.

Dad.

Get your hand off me door, Bill.

Dad, come away.

There's other places I can go to.
You think on that.

You've become a spare time though.

Maggie, I'm sorry.

Slight difference of opinion.

Oh, Annie, this is Joe Weston.

Hi.

Hello.

We met the other day and I was trespassing.

I remember.

It's good to see somebody
stand up to Walter Gillies.

You'll be riding with me today.

I'm very rusty.

Oh, don't worry, you've got
medical assistance at hand, yeah?

Thanks for the encouragement, Maggie.

I've got a quiet one
for your first time out.

Good.

Annie knows all the best rides around here.

Right.

Well, I'm ready when you are.

This way.

What was the row about, Bill?

Oh, it wouldn't leave me any fodder.

People don't pay their
bills, so I can't pay mine.

I'm at my wit's end, Maggie.

Another week like
this and... we've had it.

Where was the burglary, Sarge?

Cheers, Bill.

Jamieson's Lee Cottage over at Scoresby.

They found it when they got
back from their holiday this morning.

Must have been taken.

Antique silver, cutlery, a clock.

They knew what they wanted.

It's beginning to sound familiar, Sarge.

We're on our way back now.

Out.

That's something I've always wanted to do.

I applied for the mounted division.

Really?

Good grief.

I thought we'd had it then.

Wretched animal.

You all right?

Hell yes.

No thanks to that animal, though.

Oh, yeah.

I'll go and fetch it.

Any idea where it belongs to?

Looks like one of Bill Ruane's.

What's wrong with the man?

He's let the place go to pot.

Come on.

Bill Ruane, eh?

This time I'll talk to the man myself.

Well, look who's here.

Hello, Gina.

Two pints of your very best, please.

What brings you back here then, Norman?

Well, we've got a bit
of business in the area.

Oh, this is Jeb.

Hiya.

Good to meet you, Gina.

You're not from round here.

Neither are you.

Liverpool.

Most famous accent in the world.

Is that right?

Do you know any of the Beatles?

Well, not personally, no.

Ah, pity.

Will you join us for a drink?

Yeah, I'll have a baby sham then, please.

So what sort of business
are you in then, Jeb?

Oh, we're selling records, garments.

All genuine, original American product.

Like me.

What kind of garments?

Norman, go fetch me a leather coat.

I want to see what Gina
looks like in a leather coat.

I can't afford one of them.

You don't know anything about paying.

Go on, Norman.

Gina's just the kind of advertising
we need to promote these things.

What do you say?

Annie!

What is it?

There's something in this feed.

What?

I don't know.

What the hell's happened here?

Someone's knocked it over.

Someone or somebody.

Problems, Mr. Ruane?

More like a disaster.

There's turps seeped into all me feed.

I'm going to have to Chuck the lot.

Well, I'll give you another disaster.

One of your horses on
the public highway again.

This time, leaping out in
front of a police vehicle.

Well, it can't be one of mine.

I've only checked them an hour ago.

They're all in.

All secure.

Evidently not.

That horse of yours could
have caused a nasty accident.

And if anything like this happens
again, you'll be prosecuted.

Well, I managed to catch him for
you before he caused any more trouble.

Thanks, Walter.

I checked that gate.

Somebody must have let him out on purpose.

No, surely not.

And there's turps all
in the last of his feed.

Well, you sound the bad way.

No, it's wrong.

I don't understand why
these things keep happening.

Well, your daughter's very young.

There's a lot to be going on with.

Annie?

Oh, it wouldn't be her fault.

She's sound as a pound.

Yeah, well, this... This
takes a lot of keeping up.

I mean, perhaps you should
think of selling after all, eh?

I told you before,
Walter, I won't be selling.

It's Annie's future, this.

OK, see you.

French clock,
canteen of cutlery,

pieces, th century
solid silver teapot.

Yeah, looks like he checked
the place out beforehand.

Same with the Shepherd's break-in.

I reckon there's a local
connection to all this.

What about a list of
callers to his property?

Well, green grass is common to build.

It wasn't him that thumped me.

You've got peg sellers, fishmongers,
tourists looking for relatives.

Well, whoever he is, he
might still be in the area.

I think we should warn
some of the bigger houses.

Rowan, call in on Lord Ashfordly.

Right, Sarge.

♪ Lady Madonna ♪
Children at your feet ♪

Wonders how you
managed to make ends meet

♪ Who finds the money
♪ When you pay the rent

♪ Did you think that money was heaven sent?

♪ Friday night arrives
without a suitcase

♪ Sunday morning
creeping like a nun

♪ Monday's child
has learned to tie his

bootleg ♪ See how
they run ♪ Lady Madonna

♪ Baby at your breast ♪ Wonders how
you managed to feed the rent Mr Gillies.

Constable Rowan.

What can I do for you?

Is Lord Ashfordly here?

No, family's in London.

Any staff about?

Staff?

No, I'm the only one up here now.

Got rid of the rest. Economies.

There's been a couple
of burglaries in the area.

They're after antiques.

What sort of things?

Well, silver mainly. Candlesticks, cutlery.

Well, thanks for the warning.

Just make sure you keep the
doors and windows locked, Mr Gillies.

She's a beautiful baby.

Yeah, she gets it from her mum.

Eileen, do you want a
glass of wine before you go?

Yes, my lift's just arrived.

Thanks for cooking supper.

Bye.

Bye.

Hey there, George.

I brought you your first delivery.

You owe me two quid.

I'll take it off your swag.

Thank you very much.

This isn't whiskey.

It's bourbon. It's American whiskey.

Who's going to drink that?

Me, for a start. Pour me a big 'UN.

I'll have it in place
of the delivery charge.

What delivery charge?

The one that would have been on
the invoice if I'd have given you one.

Come on, get pouring.

So what made you choose
Aidensfield privately?

I was offered the job.

It's not your first, though, is it?

No.

I just felt like it was time to move on.

I don't like cities.
I'm a country girl at heart.

What else do you want to know?

Boyfriend?

Sorry, I didn't mean this
to be an interrogation.

I'll pour while you answer.

Aidensfield Police.

When?

Is he still there?

OK, I'll be up as soon as I can.

There's been a break-in
up at Ashfordly Hall.

I'm really sorry about this,
but I've got to go up there.

What about Katie?

I'll phone Maggie.
She usually helps out in emergencies.

It's all right. I'll stay and babysit.

- You sure? - Of course.

Why don't you take my car?

Right. Yeah, um... I'll
try not to be too long.

Don't be too long.

You all right?

Not exactly, no.

I tried to run after him,
but I couldn't catch him.

Did you see who it was?

I thought he was wearing a mask.

- Was he taking anything?
- I should think so, yes.

Which way did he go?

I don't know. He hit me pretty hard.
I'm still dazed.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Neither can I.

- What fatty are you using? - Drippin'.

Good. When are the chickens coming?

- Well, he promised me ten o'clock. - Plot.

Well, I flippin' well hope so.

How are you feeling this
morning, Mr Guinness?

I'm all right, apart from my head.

Have you remembered
anything else about last night?

Not really.

- No one unusual hanging around the place?
- No.

Oh, well, there was an old Bedford
Van parked up at the top of the drive.

It was maroon, I think, with
a green canvas back to it.

- Well, did you see who was in it? - No.

We get a lot of courting
couples up this way.

I don't like to disturb them.

Well, we'd better
follow it up, just in case.

Yes, well, I've got that
inventory for you here.

Yesterday afternoon. Yes, what time?

- How are you getting on, Ventress? - Shh!

I'm sorry, a carriage clock.

Right. Thank you, Mr Black.
Thank you for your help.

Well, there was nothing
from the local pawnbrokers,

but Mr Black of Whitby says that
Bill Ruane pawned a carriage clock

yesterday afternoon.

Bingo.

What are you two doing here?

Walter Gillis remembered seeing a
Bedford Van parked near Ashfordly Hall

last night, Sarge.

- And Bill Ruane's got one. - Is he in?

No, Sarge.

Well, Ruane pawned an
antique clock in Whitby yesterday.

Matches the description
of one from the burglaries.

So we'd better take a look around.

Bellamy, you start in
that stable over there.

Morning.

Something wrong?

What's your dad about, Annie?

He's gone to fetch some feed.

What's wrong?

We think there might be some
stolen property on the premises.

- What's going on? - Sarge!

Candlesticks, trophies, old silverware.

Ruane, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of burglary.

I've no idea where it's come from.

This is Lord Ashfordly's property.

And it was found tucked
away in one of your barns.

I've never seen any of this stuff before.

You go to Ashfordly Hall, don't you?

Not to dinner, no.

Don't try to be smart with me, Ruane.

I've done no wrong.

Really?

Then tell me about this antique clock
that you pawned in Whitby yesterday.

It's a family heirloom.

You can prove that, can't you?
Got a receipt, have you?

It belonged to my wife.

You're short of money, aren't you?

Finding it difficult to
pay your bills, aren't you?

It's common knowledge, Bill.

You don't think this has anything
to do with me, do you, Nick?

It's me you have to convince, Ruane.

And it looks as if in order to extricate
yourself from your financial mire,

you've been paying little visits to
local houses in the middle of the night.

What?

The Shepherds, the
Jamersons and Lord Ashfordly.

I'm right, aren't I?

Help me, Nick!

This isn't down to me!

What's happening?

All is being held on suspicion
of the Ashfordly Hall job.

I can't believe it! What do you think?

Well, I can't see Bill doing it myself.

Poor Annie. Is there nothing we can do?

Well, no, not at the moment.
Officially, I'm off duty.

Shall I see you at the pub for lunch?

All right, then.

! Here!

!

What number are we? .

Get me some crisps. !

Here he is. Make that two, please, George.

Ah, cheers, Bill. Here's one.

A packet of crisps, George. Help yourself.

What's he doing back in
this neck of the woods?

He's importing leather jackets.

Yeah? He gave one to Gina.

You got a rival, then? Aye.

Well, look who's here. !

Right, what are you drinking?
Gin and tonic, please.

Bourbon? !
I've not seen that in here before.

I'll have one of those, please.

Hiya. Are you eating? Yes, please.

What about you, Nick? No, thanks.

Gina, what's this about a secret
admirer giving you a leather jacket?

Who's been telling tales?
I'll have a word with him later.

Is he here? Well, yeah.
He was over there with little...

Norman? No, it wasn't him.
It was his partner.

He's a real hunk American.

You two found my antiques yet?
We're working on it.

So I see. Sue, remember
that list of callers you gave us?

What about it?

Wasn't there someone on
it looking for a lost relative?

Hmm. He was an American.

!

We're leaving. Why?

Because I say so. Come on.

Where are you off to? Sorry?

You're not walking out on
me again, are you? No, no.

What is it? Oh, it's nothing, no.

You're OK.

All right, Norman. What's in these?

Are they import
or export? Export. I

think you missed
that bit out, didn't you?

Did I? Well, er... Ah, Santa
Barbara. Yeah. Export.

Open it.

No, no, I can't do that, Uncle Claude.
Oh, yes, you can! Get it open!

What's this, then?

It's just a little sideline.
Jeb's very interested in antiques.

Didn't I tell you? Strangely enough, no.

How many travels are you going to make?

Didn't I tell you? Strangely enough, no.

How many travels all over?

Yes. He's even been to the Jamiesons.

Where's that, then?
The Jamiesons live at Lee Cottage.

That is where I've seen this.
She gets her eggs off me.

Yeah, well, he buys
off individuals as well.

You've landed me right
in it this time, Norman.

I don't get you.
The Jamiesons were

burgled two nights
ago, and this was taken!

I don't know anything about it, honest.

You don't get it, do you?
Rowan is onto you! I want this lot shifted.

I want it shifted now!
Get it in my lorry and get it out of here!

Jeb's meeting me here at two.

Oh, no, he isn't.

What am I going to do, Uncle Claude?
I suggest you emigrate.

What's going on, Claude?

What do you want?

Where's Norman?

He's gone.

Hey, he took my lorry and all.

It just cleared out.

Where?

I don't know.

So where'd you get the
bourbon you sold George?

Norman, Norman gave me it.

Well, it was imported illegally.

You're in trouble, Claude.

Well, he told me lies about it then.

Look, there's been
three burglars in the area.

They were all checked out beforehand.

They all had a visit
from an American

tourist, and they all
had a visit from you.

Huh, got nothing to do with me.

I was just selling eggs.

Well, then tell me where Norman
and his American friend are, then.

Come on, Norman, get a move on.

You idiot.

Hang on.

Hurry up.

I just found the end of that Lane, Sarge.

Right.

We'll do a pincer movement.

You two get around the back of them.

Bellamy on the left, Rowan on the right.

We'll give you two
minutes, and we'll come in.

Right.

Go.

Stop where you are.

Right.

Let's get them down to the station.

I'd like to speak to my
commanding officer about this.

All in good time.

Now, you don't deny
committing these offenses.

Why should I?

As a guest in your country, I want to
cooperate with you guys any way I can.

Now, the first break-in was
at the Shepherd's Cottage.

You took jewelry and a wall clock.

Very fine piece, sir.

And you att*cked one of my officers.

Sorry about that.

And next night you
broke into the Jamiesons.

Yeah.

I was after some cutlery.

I knew they had some good stuff.

Tell us about your accomplices.

I was working alone.

What about Norman?

I was in a different business with Norman.

Records, leather jackets.

And what about Mr. Greengrass?

Oh, no. My good friend, Claude
Jeremiah, is entirely innocent.

Greengrass is many things.

But not even his mother
would describe him as innocent.

So what about Ashfordly Hall?

I haven't been there.

You broke in last night.

Not me.

I mean, I might have got around
to it, but so far, just the two jobs.

Immunity, because he's with the
US Air Force, he's got to be joking.

If what that yank says is true,
Rowan, it means your friend, Ruane, is

firmly in the frame for
the Ashfordly Hall job.

I still can't see it, Sarge.

Why not?

He's desperate for money.

He's heard about the recent burglaries.

He's done a copycat job.

But we now know the
clock that he pawned

didn't come from
one of the burglar ies.

What difference does that make?

Well, he's only going to pawn his
own clock if he's planning a burglary

later that same evening.

A bit eccentric, I agree.

Yeah, but what if someone else put
that stuff in the barn? Someone who

wanted to set him up?

I've got the camp CO on
the phone for you, Sarge.

Right, I'll take him in my office.

Have another word with Ruane, Rowan.

See if he can shed a bit more light on it.

Here you go.

Thanks.

I hear you've caught some yank.

Yeah, he admitted
the first two burglaries,

but not the one
at Ashfordly Hall.

So I'm still being blamed for it, am I?

Bill, can you think of anyone who
might have it in for you in any way?

No.

I get on with everybody, me.

How about Walter Gillies?

You know what Walter's like.
He just rubs people up the wrong way.

No.

He's offered to buy the
stables off me the other day.

He wants to move?

Well, he's got to, hasn't he?

Ashfordly's given him notice.

Well, I'm sure you do have your own
ways of dealing with things like this,

but this is England, and
we have a legal process.

Yes, well, you do that. In the meantime,
he stays here, under lock and key.

They want us to hand him
back, so they can deal with it.

Over my dead body.

Walter Gillies, Sarge?

Yes, what about him?

Well, he's been given notice
to leave the Ashfordly estate.

Tried to buy Bill Ruaine's
place, but got turned down.

So?

So, what if Gillies
decided to use these

robberies to get Bill
out of the st ables?

Gillies?

He was injured trying to stop the burglar.

It was only a bang on the head, Sarge.
Could have been self-inflicted.

And it was him that gave us
information about the Bedford Van.

You're saying that Gillies set Ruaine up?

Can you prove it?

Mr Gillies.

Oh, yeah, I was just trying to
get these incubators working.

So, you had any luck?

No, afraid not.

Bill Ruaine was arrested on
suspicion, but he's got an alibi.

Oh, I see.

Then we arrested an American,
who admitted the first two burglaries,

but not the one here at Ashfordly Hall.

Yes, well, he would, wouldn't he?

Oh, we believe him, Mr Gillies.

Yeah, he doesn't
quite fit into his pattern.

So, where does that leave you?

Well, it's down to the heavy mob now.

Heavy mob?

CID.

They're coming over from Whitby tomorrow.

Chief Constable's a close
friend of Lord Ashfordly's.

You recovered any of his
Lordship's property yet?

Oh, we're still looking for it.

We think that once we find
the loot, we'll find the thief.

We'll find the thief.

Evening, Mr Gillies.

We'll take that.

You set me up.

Yeah, just like you set Bill up.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Save it for later, Gillies.

What have I ever done to you, eh?

Why me?

You're alright, Bill.

Right, Bellamy, Rowan.

Put him in the car.

Evening.

Hiya, Nick.

Have a pint, please, Gina. Phil?

No, I'm not.

Well, Mr Gillies locked up, safe and sound.

Yep, Blaketon's already
crowing to Lord Ashfordly.

On your own tonight, Nick?

Yeah.

Never mind.

You can't win 'em all, eh?

Yeah, it's a pity, that.

I thought you'd cracked it there, mate.

Still, plenty more fish in the sea, eh?

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

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