12x16 - Hung For A Sheep

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat, why does

♪ a love kiss stay

♪ in my memory? ♪

MUSIC: 'Walk Tall' by Val Doonican

♪ Walk straight and look the world right in the eye

♪ That's what my momma told me when I was about knee-high

♪ She said, son, be a proud man and hold your head up high... ♪

PHONE RINGS

Go on, then, Alf. What's the word?

I didn't pick up much.

He served in Manchester and swapped forces.

But my contacts are pretty much in the dark.

- You must have heard something. - Er...

Oh, I gather his dad's a Yorkshireman.

And he served in the regular army in the w*r.

Both plusses in my book.

Shift starts at nine, you pair. Not five past.

Yes, sarge. What time's the new chap turning up?

Officially - now. But the train's due in six minutes.

That's close enough for his first day.

Morning, Sergeant. PC Stephen Crane reporting for duty.

Morning. I wasn't expecting you till the train got in.

I don't believe in being late, Sergeant.

I made my own travel arrangements, to be here on time.

Very commendable.

Hope that approach catches on.

You'll be responsible for policing Aidensfield.

These are your colleagues here in Ashfordly. PC Ventress, PC Bellamy.

Pleased to meet you. You'll enjoy it out in Aidensfield.

PHONE RINGS

Nice to meet you, Steve.

- Ashfordly Police. - Mike Bradley,

who was our Aidensfield PC, is transferring to CID

though he's staying on at the police house there.

He's in plain clothes now, but he's all right...for a southerner.

He'll be in very soon...I hope.

Edith Rawlins, Oakhill Farm.

She phoned Aidensfield police house but there's no answer.

PHIL: What's the problem this time?

Not the phantom turnip thieves again?

No, a prowler. And a suspected break-in, apparently.

But Walter's rounding up the sheep and she's on her own. So...

Deal with it, Ventress. And take PC Crane with you.

Chance to see some of your new patch.

Shame. I was hoping to brew up

a "welcome to the station" mug of tea.

Thanks. But I'm happy to get straight to work.

This farm we're going to -

is there a history of problems there?

Just since the kids left.

Edith Rawlins has developed a rather vivid imagination.

We get lots of false call-outs. - Right, then.

The police cars are parked out here, I noticed.

I'm sorry. Surgery's closed at the moment. We hope to reopen...

You must be Jenny.

Liz Merrick. Dr Liz Merrick.

Doctor, I'm so sorry. I wasn't expecting you until next week.

No, it's my fault. I changed my plans.

I realised I was free this week

and thought: why not come up, sort things out in advance?

Right. I'll show you what's what, shall I?

Please do.

MERTON: Seems a keen lad. Very smart. Well turned out.

No mistaking him for others working here, then.

Your first case as a fully-fledged CID officer.

- Anything interesting? - Surveillance work.

Gerald Arthur Dunphy. Liverpudlian. On the run.

Wanted for armed robbery. Has a girlfriend in the area.

They want you to keep an eye on her house.

He might use it as a bolt hole.

- OK. - The girl's at work all day.

So it's likely he'll turn up at night.

Just a chance he'll show.

But a feather in your cap if you spot him.

I were out feeding t'hens when I heard...

Heard what, Edith?

Footsteps. I was sure someone was running away.

And then I saw the window.

It was smashed.

She thought someone had broken in and run off.

Natural enough.

Yeah, well... I broke t'window this morning while she was still in bed.

I was trying to open it and I slipped.

Put my hand through it.

Stupid, really.

I've nobbut gotten back,

otherwise I'd have phoned to explain.

Sorry to waste your time, Alf.

That's all right, Edith.

What about the footsteps you heard running away?

She's troubled with her nerves, is Edith.

She sometimes thinks she hears things. Alf knows.

Want us to check the rest of the house with you -

make sure nothing's missing? - No need!

Nobody's been in here! Sorry, again, Alf.

ALF: That's all right.

You'd best pop into the doctor's, Edith.

They can give you things for nerves these days.

We've had to manage with a locum, Dr Alway.

He was very good. But it's not the same.

A number of patients' records have been transferred recently.

People unsure what was going on

signed on at neighbouring practices.

It's worrying.

Never mind. Now I'm here, I'm sure we can get the word around.

Things should pick up.

PHONE RINGS

Surgery. Yes, sir, you're in luck. She's just arrived.

Who's calling?

Who's calling, please?

Dr Robson from St Thomas's.

Um... Actually, I'm sorry, but she's just popped out.

Shall I get her to call you back? OK. Fine.

I'm sorry about that. I don't want to get distracted.

I've a lot to get to grips with here.

Poor old Edith. Lord knows what she'll be imagining next time.

I wouldn't be so sure she imagined it.

Rawlins is covering something up.

He didn't break that window opening it.

It was smashed from the outside.

STEVE: Do you not think it's worth pursuing?

ALF: I understand your keenness,

wanting to impress people on your first day.

But if he'd broken it like he said,

there'd have been glass outside. It was all inside.

And he wasn't keen we looked round.

I wouldn't look for trouble where there isn't any, Steve.

You'll only antagonise folk.

♪ MUSIC: 'Rumours, Gossip, Words Untrue' by the Swinging Blue Jeans

♪ Rumours, gossip, words untrue

♪ Can't take me away from you

♪ I trust in you, baby, and I'm never gonna let you down...

KNOCK

Ah. You must be Steve.

- Hello. - Mike Bradley. How you doing?

Thanks very much for doing the washing-up.

The lads are over the pub if you fancy a drink.

Yes, they told me.

I won't be able to make it. I've got surveillance tonight.

I fancy CID. When did you get the move?

Transferred last week. Quite a surprise, actually.

Well, lucky you.

Well, we'll see. Is there anything about the house

you need to know? - No.

We'll have a good chinwag when I get back.

Sure.

Well, I think a village copper

should always make himself known to the local publican.

There's not much goes on around here that I don't know about.

And I can put him straight about some of the dodgy characters

he might have to deal with.

I'm sure he'll appreciate that, Oscar.

For your information, Oscar, I met him earlier.

He came in to ask directions for the police house.

He looked very dishy to me, Alf.

Touch of the film star, I thought.

Yes, he is good-looking.

Well, I can't hang around here all night

waiting for Errol Flynn to show up.

I'll see you.

Merrick, Liz Merrick.

Very nicely spoken. And she seems friendly enough.

Probably comes from a wealthy background.

It takes years and years of training to be a doctor, you know.

You know, when I was a little lad,

the old doctor once let me listen through his periscope

to my chest wheezing.

She's worried about the patient list.

- How do you mean? - With all the uncertainty

some of our patients have signed on with other doctors.

If the numbers keep dropping, the practice would either close

or have to merge with the one in Ashfordly.

As a semi-regular customer, I don't like the sound of that.

Me neither. A community needs its doctor -

especially a nicely-spoken one.

♪ In the evening

♪ In the evening

♪ Mama, when the sun goes down

♪ In the evening

♪ Mama, when the sun goes down

♪ It's lonesome, it's lonesome

♪ When your mama ain't in town

♪ When the sun go down... ♪

PHONE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

RINGING STOPS

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hello, Jenny. Is everything all right?

I'm sorry to call on you like this. But...

Vernon Scripps. A pleasure to meet you, Dr Merrick.

It's imperative Aidensfield keeps its surgery, Doctor.

And I'm here to offer my services

to help restore confidence in the practice as a whole.

- Just explain your idea, Vernon. - Well, my proposal is,

you type a general letter explaining to people

that you're here and the surgery is back in business.

And I will undertake to deliver a copy personally to every patient.

Well, a letter's a good idea. But why not just post it?

Oh, no, no. Round here, the personal touch is all.

No. Hand delivery,

with a reassuring doorstep chat. That's the answer.

Won't that be rather time-consuming?

Doctor, I'm one of those who believes

in giving to the community, not taking from it.

I'm very thankful, Mr Scripps.

Vernon, please.

Think of it as a chance to renew faith

in the dispensation of medical care for Aidensfield.

Sorry. Should have warned you.

He's a little bit eccentric. But he means well.

♪ When the sun go down

♪ Ain't it lonesome, ain't it lonesome

♪ When your mama ain't in town?

♪ When the sun go down

♪ Well, I loved you

♪ All through the winter

♪ And then I loved you in the fall

♪ And I loved you in the winter

♪ And I loved you all through the fall

♪ But it was late on in the evening

♪ When I loved you best of all

♪ When the sun go down ♪

PHONE RINGS

STEVE: Hilltop Farm, you say? I'll come over and have a look.

Morning, Steve.

I wouldn't rush your transfer to CID just yet.

I just spent the entire evening in a freezing car with a cold Thermos.

Sounds like fun.

Do you know a place called Hilltop Farm?

- What? - Had a call about a break-in.

Some place called Hilltop Farm.

On second thoughts, maybe you should take up the surveillance.

Then I could get my old job back.

LIZ: James, I really don't want to discuss it any further. All right?

HANGS UP PHONE

- Are you OK? - Yeah.

Sorry. It's just a tricky situation to deal with on the phone.

- I didn't mean to... - No, no, it's all right.

You couldn't help but hear.

Anyway, what do you make of it?

Very good letter. Should encourage people to stay with us.

As long as your friend Mr Scripps just hands them out.

He must understand it would be unethical if he appeared

to be touting for trade. - I'm sure he'll do

exactly as you say.

You'll find life up here different after London.

Well, yes. But hospitals can be a bit impersonal.

I want patient contact.

You've not been in general practice before?

I've been three years a senior houseman to a consultant surgeon.

- At St Thomas's? - Mm-hm.

Talking of London, I was expecting a van first thing this morning

with all my bits and bobs.

I wonder where he's got to.

Rub any harder, you'll have the paint off.

Well, Mr Vernon says that he wants this taxi to be immac... imm...

Something. - Immaculate.

I've got to wear my best suit, so I look the part

because I am now an amba... an amba...

Something. - Ambidextrous?

No.

- Amber traffic lights? - No!

Ambassadors, Bernard. Unpaid ambassadors bringing good news

to the doorsteps of the parish. - What scam have you dreamt up?

Why is it, whenever I offer to do a genuine selfless act,

it's invariably met with cynicism?

Come on, David. We have important community service to perform.

You needn't have bothered coming out.

- You are? - Jack Farrow. It's my farm.

One of your farmhands called in, reporting a break-in.

I was up in t'top field. He should have waited till I got back.

He said the back door was forced. Lock smashed.

I checked round. Nowt taken. Needn't involve you.

Well, seeing as I'm here, better have a look.

You don't seem very concerned.

All they took were a bit of food. Half a bottle of whisky

I'd been keeping. Could be a tramp or summat.

Why do you assume that?

We get 'em here. Maybe slept rough in my barn last night.

Saw me go up top this morning. Broke in before t'hands arrived.

- Did you check the whole house? - No need.

They're after food and booze, that's all.

Well, why don't we take a look around?

There's no need! Now, if you don't mind, I've work to get on with.

Sorry you wasted your time.

That's the second time someone's said that in as many days.

Do you know Walter Rawlins, Oakhill Farm?

Course I do. He's a neighbour. Why?

Just wondered.

Mike said it's hard to get him talking, except about the job.

Well, maybe he's shy.

Can be difficult, you know, starting up.

New places, new faces.

He sounds a bit obsessive. Doesn't like dirty dishes.

Keeps his room in order. Uniform always hung up.

Maybe it's his dad's army influence.

Thought you said having a dad in the army was good.

I did. There's nothing wrong with being tidy.

Having pride in your appearance.

Well, that's rich, coming from you.

What I can't understand is why he didn't come to the pub for a drink.

Steve Crane has dealt with a break-in at Hilltop Farm.

Suspect possibly a vagrant. Stole food and a half bottle of whisky.

Keep an eye out, will you? - Sarge.

When you finish supping your tea.

MUSIC: 'Lazy Sunday Afternoon' by the Small Faces

♪ Wouldn't it be nice to get on with my neighbours?

♪ But they make it very clear... ♪

Good day, madam. I'm here on behalf of the new doctor,

Liz Merrick, with a personal letter

informing you of her intention

to maintain the Aidensfield General Practice Surgery.

David.

♪ Hello, Mrs Jones How's your Bert's lumbago?

♪ "Mustn't grumble"

See? The personal touch. She'll read that now.

♪ Oh, yes! Lazy Sunday afternoon-ah

♪ I've got no mind to worry-ah...

Ah, good day, sir. I'm here on behalf...

If you're trying to flog anything, you're wasting your time.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm not a salesman.

I'm here on behalf of the new doctor.

- I haven't sent for any doctor. - No, no, I'm...

You want Harry Parkin, No..

His piles are playing him up.

Oh, here... Just read that, will you?

SONG: 'No Hiding Place Down Here'

♪ There's no hidin' place down here

♪ No hidin' place down here

♪ I went to the rock to hide my face

♪ The rock cried out No hiding place...

Hey...hey! Come on.

Let's have a look at you.

♪ Boatman, boatman You better row one side...

Right, you. Come on.

Is there any history of trouble between Farrow and Rawlins?

They're both sheep farmers. Good friends, as far as I know.

There's something odd. Neither were keen to have the police round.

Coincidence. Farmers are like that.

Like to keep their distance.

I'm sure they're both covering something up.

Ah, Steve...

I think I found your thief from Hilltop Farm earlier.

One of our local ne'er-do-wells. Wife kicked him out

a few weeks ago. - Has he admitted to the break-in?

No, but I found half a bottle of whisky on him.

He's in the cells. Claims he spent all night on a bench.

Could that be George Buckley from the new estate?

Yeah.

How did you know?

Away you go, then, George.

- That's yours. - Ta.

Sorry if I spoiled things, Phil, but he was on that bench all night.

I don't think it's vagrants we should be looking for.

There was something else behind that break-in.

Right little Sherlock Holmes we've got here.

Come on, Phil, be fair. It's early days.

He's just keen to do a good job.

I must say, as starts go, it's none too promising.

Are you out for a pint tonight? - Sorry, lads. Duty calls.

Shame, that.

MUSIC: 'You're No Good' by the Swinging Blue Jeans

♪ Feelin' better now that we're through

♪ Feelin' better 'Cause I'm over you

♪ I've learned my lesson...

Very funny, lads.

TV ON

TV OFF

So, Mike on nights again, then, is he?

Yes. Exciting life in the CID, isn't it?

Here we are, Bill. One large Scotch.

Haven't won the pools, have you? - No, it's nowt like that.

Just fancied a change from your bitter.

If Billy Pegg can afford large whiskies,

something must be wrong with your beer, Oscar.

Nothing wrong with it, Alf, and you know it.

Anyway, this new lad of yours, he's not teetotal, is he?

He hasn't shown his face in here yet.

Honestly, the way you lot go on.

He'll come in when he's ready.

He's taking time to settle in.

We want to get to know him.

Maybe he doesn't want to know us.

Seems a very ambitious lad to me.

A little closer to the window, I think.

I've decided to hold my first surgery tomorrow.

Tell all patients I'm on call from then.

Right. By the way, that chap phoned.

James? Dr Robson?

I put him off. Did I do right?

He's the consultant I mentioned. We were close.

The old story. I shouldn't have got involved.

He's married. Said he'd leave his wife,

but never actually did.

So I ended it, and now he says he wants me back.

How do you feel about that?

I'm pretty churned up, to be honest.

Is that why you took this on? Fresh start?

Yeah. It's better this way. It's over.

SHEEP BLEATING

BLEATING AND RUMBLING

Right. Done.

Right. Let's get off.

BLEATING

MUSIC: 'In The Country' by Cliff Richard

♪ Bah! Ba-ba-ba-bah! Ba-ba-ba-bah! Ba-ba-ba-bah!

♪ When the world in which you're living

♪ Gets a bit too much to bear

♪ And you need someone to lean on

♪ When you look there's no one there...

A Mr Matthews lives here. Doesn't seem to be anyone about.

- Shall I look round the back? - Aye. If you see anyone,

don't start explaining about the new doctor. Leave that to me.

All right.

MERTON: Come in.

- You wanted to see me, Sergeant. - Steve. Good.

How are you settling in? Police house OK?

Getting on with Mike Bradley? - Not seen much of him, really.

I understand you're concerned about these reported farmhouse break-ins.

Yes. There's something not right.

They sounded straightforward enough.

I went to the market and spoke to the auctioneer.

I think maybe some sort of fiddle's going on.

If we're going to investigate, we need a reason.

Do you have hard evidence for these suspicions?

Well, no, not exactly, Sergeant.

I know you're keen to do well, lad.

Take a seat. I think it's time we had a wee chat.

Excuse me.

I just popped it in the letter box.

There was a man.

- Well, where's he gone? - Well, he ran off.

Probably the sight of you

in your posh outfit frightened him!

He had a brick with him.

A brick?

Yeah. Then he dropped it.

And now he's just disappeared into thin air! Like magic! Pouf!

There was a man, Mr Vernon. Honest!

Well, he's not here now! Come on!

This isn't Manchester. It's a small community.

Policing needs the personal touch.

You've got to get to know who's who on your patch. OK?

Sure.

For example, I've had Oscar Blaketon on.

He owns The Aidensfield Arms

but he used to be station sergeant here.

He's puzzled the new PC hasn't made himself known.

Does he have a problem that needs my attention?

No, he just thought you might have dropped by to say hello.

Have you had a chance to do that with other local businesses, shops?

Not yet.

I've been fairly occupied.

My dad has a motto.

"Get yourself in order before you order others about."

Sound advice. Sergeant in the army, isn't he?

Do you get on well? - Fine. Don't get to see him much.

He's posted abroad. Is that all, sir?

Just about.

Take some time to get to know people, Steve, OK?

Yes, Sergeant.

And make an effort to get to know us, too.

The lads'll fill you in on the local characters.

You'll find we're not a bad team here.

YAWNS AND GROANS

Morning, Steve.

I mean afternoon.

Yeah, it's tough working nights. Never know where you are, do you?

Best get back out there.

Hey, have you moved this photograph?

I may have, accidentally. I was tidying a few things away.

Yeah. Well, don't.

OK.

Ta.

Ahem...

- Hello, stranger! - Pint, please, Gina.

I gather you're finding CID work can have its drawbacks.

Yeah. I spent the last two nights with no more to do

than count the stars and watch tomcats on the prowl. Fascinating.

Haven't brought your dishy new housemate?

He doesn't seem too keen on pubs.

Well, look who's here! Hello, there!

Nice to see you again. - Gina, isn't it?

We met the other day. - That's right.

PC Crane. I'm the new constable.

Oscar Blaketon. Do you have a first name?

Stephen.

Well, Stephen, it's good of you to find the time

to pop in here at last.

I expect you've been busy, checking your new patch.

Well, I haven't had time yet.

I hear you're a bit of a legend in the area, Mr Blaketon.

Used to be Sergeant at Ashfordly.

- Yeah. Long time ago now. - Why not pop in tonight?

Sample the quality of our beer.

I'll try and do that. I'll be seeing you.

Mike.

There you go. What did I tell you? Smashing fella.

Good afternoon. You must be our new constable. Pleased to meet you.

Vernon Scripps.

One of your brake lights isn't working.

- Are you sure? - Get it fixed, please.

I'll have it attended to immediately.

Actually, one of my family's businesses is a garage, Constable.

Although I'm presently engaged

in good works for the community. - Really?

We saw a man with a brick. Well, he didn't, I did.

He thought he disappeared off into thin air. Pouf!

But he dropped his brick and run off.

We were out delivering letters for the new doctor.

We were out on a farm and David here thought he saw someone

lurking with a brick.

He's a nice lad, but...

not the sharpest knife in the box. - Which farm was this?

♪ When you walk through a storm

♪ Hold your head up high

♪ And don't be afraid

♪ Of the dark

♪ At the end of a storm

♪ There's a golden sky

♪ And the sweet silver song

♪ Of a lark

♪ Walk on through the wind

♪ Walk on through the rain...

These might brighten things up when you have patients.

Thank you. That's very thoughtful.

PHONE RINGS

Dr Merrick speaking.

James, how many times do I have to ask?

Please keep out of my life.

I'll...I'll leave you to it.

CAR DOOR SLAMS

What are you doing here, Mr Rawlins?

Minding my own business.

It's also my business. This isn't your farm.

Why are you here? - Tom Matthews' place.

He's away for a few days. Asked me to keep an eye on it.

Did he ask your friend Mr Farrow to keep an eye on it too?

Shame you didn't get here earlier.

There's just been a break-in.

Don't you think you should see a doctor?

I'm fine.

He shoved me as I opened the door and I fell. I didn't see him.

What were you doing there?

Taking a look around the patch. Like Oscar was saying.

Why didn't you radio in to say what had happened?

Hadn't anything definite to report.

PHONE RINGS

PC Crane.

Mr Matthews. You're back. Good. I'll be up right away.

- Do you want me to come with you? - No, thanks.

I can handle it.

I kept a small amount of cash under the mattress. About £.

- These were on the floor. Yours? - Ah, yes.

Right. Thank you. - So our man breaks in,

comes straight up to this room, turns over the mattress,

finds £, and drops half of it.

He probably heard your motorbike, panicked.

Sure you only had £ under that mattress?

I said so, didn't I?

Why did you ask Rawlins to look after the place?

Were you expecting a break-in? - No.

No. I was away. Just a precaution.

And you've no idea who it might be?

No. None at all.

Good day, madam. I'm here on behalf of Dr Merrick.

- Oh, that was quick! - Sorry?

I only phoned in ten minutes since.

I think it's sciatica again, Doctor.

Playing me up something terrible.

- I'm not a doctor, I'm... - Couldn't get to sleep last night.

Chap before you, what was his name?

Dr Always. That's right.

No. Dr Alway.

- Pardon? - He was called Alway, not Always.

- Always. That's right. - No, no.

He never had an S. He was always Alway. Always.

That's him. Anyroad, he gave me some tablets.

And I've run out of them now.

I think it is sciatica, don't you, Doctor?

Mrs Winstanley, I'm not in a position

to diagnose your condition.

I thought you said you were a doctor.

No, I'm only here to give you this.

You feel my thigh. You'll see what I mean.

Leave that to me, Mrs Winstanley.

I'm here in response to your call. Dr Merrick.

He said he were Dr Merrick.

- I never said... I just... - We'd better move inside.

Stick to handing out the letters, eh, chaps?

- It's all right, sunshine. - I was having my tea.

- Get! - Agh! Agh!

- All right! - Go on, then!

Agh!

PEGG: Leave it! Leave me alone!

PEGG: Agh! Oh!

- Agh! - All right!

I've issued my first prescription.

A Mrs Winstanley should be in later.

Begins to make it all seem real.

Oh, hi, Mike. This is Dr Merrick. This is PC...

No, now DC Mike Bradley.

- Hello. - Hi.

PHONE RINGS

I thought I'd just drop in and see how you're settling in.

I used to be the local bobby.

I see. It's nice of you to pop in.

Jenny's looking after me. - Glad to hear it.

Bit of an emergency, Doctor - Mrs Jepson's just gone into labour.

Her husband's away, she can't drive and there's no midwife available.

- I'm on my way. Where is she? - Scarsdale Moor.

Where's that?

I've a map in the car. - I know Mrs Jepson's place.

I'll point you in the right direction.

Get off! Look... I don't know what you're on about!

Look, if you don't...you soon will!

Get off!

Delta-Alpha-- to Control. Over.

Delta-Alpha-- to Control. Over.

- Oh! - Hang on, mate. I'll get help.

Delta-Alpha-- to Control.

KNOCKING

Ah, Mike. I don't really know how to break this to you.

What?

Your Liverpudlian villain's just been picked up.

Not at her house and I missed him?

No. In Dover. Trying to get to France.

Dover? I've just wasted two whole nights.

Welcome to CID work.

Sarge, Steve Crane's just radioed in.

He's out on the moor with a badly injured man, an as*ault victim,

who needs urgent medical help. - Whereabouts?

He's not exactly sure.

But he's got a definite idea of the three assailants.

Well, he's a dogged lad. I'll say that for him.

ALF: He said it's a sort of deserted house.

He spotted a flat stone with a hole in it.

Sounds to me like a sh**ting lodge

at Lingtop Cross on Scarsdale Moor. It's on the map there.

Take time to get an ambulance up there.

The bloke's in pretty bad shape.

The new doctor was called out to Mrs Jepson up there.

We might just catch her. - Good. And get Bellamy in.

Let's see what these three have to say for themselves.

Hang in there.

- How's he doing? - He's been badly beaten up.

MAN CRIES IN PAIN

Can you tell me your name, please?

Bill... Bill Pegg.

PEGG BREATHES WITH DIFFICULTY

His pulse is very weak.

Ribs fractured. Possible internal bleeding.

I need to get him to a hospital, fast.

Elsinby's nearest to here, isn't it?

I'm not sure. I'm new to the area.

Well, that's handy. So am I.

We need to be very careful how we move him.

You got here very quickly. Do you live out here?

- My surgery's in Aidensfield. - Really?

That's where I'm stationed. - Listen, you drive.

I need to be with him in the back seat.

I was delivering a baby up here when the police contacted me.

- That was lucky. - Very.

Especially as you apparently had no idea where you were.

Like I said, I'm new to the area.

MEN GRUNTING

MAN: Yeah, that's it.

Most of it's still here. Let's get out of here!

Don't worry...

VEHICLE APPROACHES

Hey! Come here!

Evening. We'd like a word, if we may.

We have three farmers on suspicion of a serious as*ault.

And a bag of banknotes from Bill Pegg's garden.

Any idea what this is about?

'Fraid not, sarge. Have to wait for Steve to fill us in.

We'll keep them overnight. Sort it out in the morning.

I was wondering where you'd got to.

The police called me out on an emergency.

An as*ault victim.

- Did the birth go all right? - Fine.

Lovely baby boy.

I feel I'm well and truly here now.

You can settle in on our rural life?

Well, I've brought one new life into the world

and helped keep an existing one with us.

Yes, I think I can make a go of it. - Great!

Fancy a celebratory drink? - No, thanks. I'm exhausted.

I'll see you at surgery in the morning.

"Stick to handing out letters, chaps."

Stuck-up madam!

I thought you liked the way she spoke.

Took years of training, you said.

All right, Bernard. I've changed my mind.

Time is money to someone like me, and she's taking liberties.

Doctor or no doctor, she can cough up for the petrol and the taxi.

Run up an invoice so I can take it round.

- Income tax evasion. - The auctioneer explained.

But I knew I'd need hard evidence.

Farmers occasionally falsify their size of flocks,

claim more sheep die in winter and at lambing.

So these three were pretending to have fewer sheep than they had.

Exactly. They sold their official flock through the market,

informed the Revenue as normal,

but they took the rest secretly to a private dealer

in the overseas lamb market. A cash-in-hand deal, not declared.

They didn't bank it in case it was traced.

Bill Pegg's a farm labourer.

He'd worked for all three, knew what they were up to.

He stole the money, knowing they wouldn't report it to us.

He nearly paid a heavy price.

You've been very lucky. But for Alf working out where you were

and Mike knowing about the doctor, Pegg could have died.

Yes, Sergeant.

We didn't know you were there. You didn't radio till it was too late.

Maybe I should have listened to your instinct

about the break-ins. You did well to follow up,

But you should keep us informed. - I see that.

I hope so. Nevertheless...

I suppose congratulations are in order.

Where is she? Where's the doctor?

Ah! Mr Scripps. The very man.

We all owe a huge debt of gratitude to this gentleman.

And a big thank you for his... selfless act of kindness

in informing you all personally

that the surgery was back in business.

Your...stoical community spirit

has helped smooth my path considerably.

Thank you, Mr Scripps.

Are you here to see me professionally?

There's a bit of a queue, I'm afraid.

Er...

No, I just popped in to make sure all was well.

It's a pleasure to have been able to...

well, help...in my humble way.

Well, I hope sarge tore him off a strip.

With self-centred blokes like that,

it doesn't usually go in one ear, let alone come out the other.

I think I owe you lads a drink.

Right. Sure. Thanks, Steve.

- Oh, yes. If you insist. - Sounds a good idea.

- Evening, Gina. - Hiya.

A drink for my colleagues, please. - ALF: Oh.

Well, I hope you'll find us up here

not so much colleagues as, er...mates.

Thanks. My dad says a colleague is someone you can trust,

but it takes a long innings to make a real mate.