16x17 - Out Of Africa

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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: 'It's A Man's Man's Man's World' by James Brown

♪ This is a man's world

♪ But it wouldn't be nothing

♪ Nothing

♪ Without a woman or a girl...

All right! Come on, then.

Come on, then. Oh, you daft thing, you.

There.

♪ Man made the car

♪ To take us over the road

♪ Man made the train

♪ To carry the heavy load ♪

Stay here till I give the word.

Yes, you too, Constable.

I don't think he's going to give me any trouble. Do you?

Stay back! What do you want?

You know why I'm here. You've been served with an eviction order.

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

Today's the day you've got to get out,

and I'm here to make sure you do. - Court or no court, I'm not going.

- Mr Brady... - Look, keep back, Constable.

I'm dealing with this.

g*nsh*t

All right, Mr Brady.

I've seen how you deal with it. Now let me talk to him.

Yeah, all right. Give me a chance to load my g*n.

See who blinks then, eh?

Back to your vehicle, please, and stay there.

Put the g*n away, Brian.

- You with them? -No.

I've been sent to keep the peace.

That's easy. Just tell 'em to go.

Sorry, I can't.

PEGGY: We'd better make ourselves scarce.

That sh*t sounded too close for comfort.

What sh*t?

Just now. Didn't you hear it?

Some look-out you are!

Are you feeling all right?

Yeah.Why?

You just seem a bit more behind the door than usual.

Now, come on. Let's go.

- I paid something last week. - Too little, too late, Brian.

I understand you've been in arrears for months.

I haven't really worked since Mary and the kiddy left.

But I've been sorting myself out, a few jobs lined up.

That's good.

Your sister's offered you a bed. That'll tide you over.

Lord Ashfordly would have given me more time.

This fella should go back to Africa or wherever.

'Appen they treat people different there.

Maybe so.

Come on.

OK, you can go in.

Make sure they leave him his work tools and his van.

- What do you think? - Mm, very nice.

Oscar, of course, thinks we should have the reception

at the village hall. "Over my dead body," I said.

Where would we take the photos, for a start?

And this place has got a lovely garden.

What's going on in the snug?

Oh, it's quarter-day for the tenants at the Ashfordly Estate.

The new manager's in there collecting the rents.

He gets the room, we get the trade,

and that lot have come to pay up and grumble.

What's this?

Your rent review for the coming year.

You are joking, aren't you?

It's the same increase for all the tenants.

It's per cent more.

Rents have been frozen for some time, Mr Jackson.

Yeah, for good reason.

Livestock prices are down,

feedstuff's up, and bank charges are diabolical.

Most folk are down to bone already.

Lucky you have a profitable side-line, then.

How... How'd you mean?

Your B&B business.

Oh, that's just a hobby for missus.

Not from what I hear.

What's it to you, anyroad?

Well, according to the terms of your lease,

any business activity outside of farming

needs to be reported to the landlord.

Did you do that?

- It's no flamin' secret. - That's a no, is it?

- I mention it to make the point. - What point?

That things are about to change around here.

- Are we done? - Er, yes.

Er, Mr Jackson. You forgot your beer.

It's gone sour.

- GINA: There you go, Peg. - Thank you, lovey.

Nurse...

Can I talk to you about our David?

Course you can, Peggy. What's the matter with him?

Well, I hardly know.

It's just that he seems to be in a bit of a daze all the time.

Has he complained about headaches?

No, but he did say that he felt a bit wobbly.

Something affecting his balance?

Do you think his blood pressure ought to be checked?

Possibly. It's more likely he's got an ear infection.

At least your eviction were a quick death, Brian.

We're all going same road, but slower.

Lord Ashfordly can be an awkward so-and-so,

but it's always been "live and let live" with him.

This one's out to finish us.

If we don't finish him first.

- Winnie! - 'Ey up, Winnie.

- Hello, love. You all right? - Hello.

I wonder if she knows what's in store for her.

See you in three months' time, Mr Galloway.

Aye, 'appen.

Do you want the jug filling up?

No, I've plenty, thanks.

- No takers. - No takers for free beer?

That's a first.

Oh, it's so lovely to see you, Winnie!So, how are you?

- Oh, not so bad. - Can I get you something to drink?

- Please. - Mr Brady's got some beer there,

but I'm sure he'd like me to get you something special.

Er, yes, of course.

- Rum and blackcurrant? - Lovely.

- How about you, Rosie? - I'll be fine with a beer, thanks.

- Are you two ladies together? - Only for transport.

Rosie kindly picked me up. It's a day out for me, you see.

Well, just glad you could make it, Mrs Cresswell.

I've come to pay my dad's farm rent, as well.

Right.

I'll come back when you've finished.

No, no, you stay. There's nothing private.

I've a cheque somewhere.

Now, you're from Africa, have I got that right?

Rhodesia, yes. I grew up here, though. In the Dales, rather.

Rhodesia? Hot, I should think.

- Yes. - Now here?

Oh, you must have your reasons.

Erm, where was I?

- Cheque. - Oh.

You must find it a bit of a change?

From Rhodesia?

- No, the Dales. - Oh.

Dales folk take a while to settle up here,

even if they have come via Africa.

MUSIC: 'Dance The Night Away' by Cream

Where's everyone gone?

♪ Gonna build myself a castle...

- Now, the not-such-good news. - I've already heard.

My rent's gone up.

Along with that of every other tenant, by per cent.

Even for Winnie? She's no income to speak of.

It's all right, Rosie.

I have to make sure every property pays its way.

She only gets by through sub-letting her fields.

Rosie, Mr Brady has a job to do.

- Do you want this in here, Winnie? - No, love. I'll come in bar.

Someone always starts a sing-song!

I doubt there'll be a sing-song today.

- You want her out, don't you? - Well, don't you?

At her age shouldn't she be somewhere more comfortable.

It's her home. It has been for years.

- You haven't answered my question. - I think I just have.

Look. Rents are set on the assumption

that places are working farms.

Mrs Cresswell's hasn't been that for years.

Shall we get started?

Cartwright.

- See you both later. - Ta-ra.

- Chucking-out time, is it? -Yeah.

Thanks for the use of the room.

Well, they say first impressions count, Mr Brady,

and you've certainly made them count.

Well, some things have to be done.

people have been living in cloud cuckoo-land here for far too long.

- Thanks again. - Ta-ra.

♪ High up in the clouds ♪

- Gina! - Yeah?

Can I use the phone?

Oh, no!Come in.

What's the place coming to, Sergeant?

That damage to my manager's vehicle

was clearly the work of my own tenants.

We don't know that for certain, my Lord.

Oh, come, come, Sergeant.

It was a reaction to the rent increase imposed by Mr Brady.

A revolt, no less.

We'll be making inquiries, naturally.

With some urgency, I trust?

PC Walker tells me that Mr Brady has a habit

of rubbing people up the wrong way.

Perhaps he hasn't yet learnt

to appreciate the difference between here and South Africa.

Nonsense, Sergeant. Jimbo Brady is the son of my cousin.

He's as English as I am.

He thought I could just put my hands on a new set straightaway.

Push, push. I can't be doing with it.

So, who did it, Rosie?

No idea.

Really?Smart girl like you?

She's saying nowt, not even to me.

You approve of criminal damage, then?

If you want my opinion, I think Brady's an arrogant pig.

First he throws Brian Rogers out on his ear,

and now he's gunning for Winnie Cresswell.

Brian Rogers was the instigator?

Sorry, Rob. I can't help.

Good to see you back in harness. Plenty of offers, I hear.

Just as well. My sister doesn't want me under her feet.

I'm investigating the damage to Mr Brady's motor.

Yeah?

I hear the mood got pretty ugly in the bar amongst the tenants.

I wouldn't know. I was minding my own business.

After what happened to you, Brian,

nobody would blame you for taking a bit of revenge. What do you say?

I say you've got the wrong tree. Go and bark up another.

'Ey up, we got something here.

Oh, yes!

LAUGHS

DOG BARKING

What's that?

What the...?

BARKS

PEGGY: Flamin' Nora!

SIGHS

David, I am lucky to be alive.

I have been chased by the hounds of hell.

- Whose hounds? - Lord Ashfordly's gamekeeper's.

Oh, see if you can find me a sup of brandy, would you? Oh.

Oh, this man Brady must have whipped 'em into shape.

'Ey, and I were doing that well, a coney in every trap.

I had to drop 'em.

Thank you.

Oh!

What are you hiding, David?

- Hiding? - Under that paper.

All right. Well, this is a sort of hobby of mine, all right?

It's a stamp collection, if you must know.

Oh? And is them your albums?

- Yeah. - 'Ey!

- Stamp collection? - A Green Shield stamp collection.

COCK CROWING

Is your husband about, MrsJackson?

He's up in barn, chopping wood.

Thank you.

Mr Jackson.PCWalker.

What can I do for you?

I'm told you were in the Aidensfield Arms yesterday.

What of it?

You're aware of what happened to Mr Brady'sLand Rover?

Aye.

Couldn't have happened to a nicer fella.

- Do you know who did it? - No.

One or two names have been bandied about.

Oh, aye?

One or two who were angry with Mr Brady.

As far as I could tell, everyone were angry.

The man's a wrong 'un.

Even had a go at me for doing B&B without his say-so.

If you're looking for anyone who had cause to shred his tyres,

you'd best round us all up.

CAR ENGINE

- Thank you. - Hey, love.

- David. - Oh, hello, Mr Walker.

Alf Ventress asked me to give you these if I saw you.

Oh, thank you!

Oh, that's great.

I've got some more at home, if you're that keen.

You're not collecting them yourself?

Oh, yeah, yeah, in the bin.

That's like throwing money away.

Well, you're more than welcome to them.

Great. Thank... Thank you.

Mrs Cresswell?

WINNIE: Who is it?

Er, Jim Brady.

Oh, hello.

Sorry to disturb you.

Oh, I'm just having a flick round.

What can I do for you?

We didn't get a chance to talk yesterday,

so I thought I'd pop round and see how things were.

Speak plain, Mr Brady. You want to know if I'll go.

Well, yes, I suppose I do.

♪ Just you know why

♪ Why you and I

♪ Will by and by

♪ Know true love ways

♪ Sometimes we'll sigh

♪ Sometimes we'll cry ♪

Hello, boy.

Who do you belong to, eh?

Hello.

Ah, Nurse Cassidy, isn't it? Jim Brady.

Hi. Is Winnie all right?

Yeah, she seems fine.

Look, I was just passing.

Right.

Actually, I was wanting to have a word with you

about her situation here, if that's possible.

Well, yeah, I suppose so.

Over a sandwich, perhaps, at the pub?

Erm...

DOOR OPENS

Two visitors in one day, there's a thing!

- I'll put kettle on. - All right.

What are you doing?

I might ask you the same question.

Where has this lot come from?

- Well, I bought them. - What for?

- Cos I need them. - Hair curlers?

Oh, well, yeah, that was a double-stamps offer, so I...

Oh, I see.

You bought all this lotjust so you could get some worthless stamps?

Well, hang on.

Well, that's all you know.

You know, I can swap my "worthless stamps"

for anything in that catalogue.

Oh, yes?

Well, it says here you need seven and a quarter books

just to get a pen and pencil set.

Well, I'm far beyond that.

I'll show you what I'm saving up for.

An electric trouser press? What do you want one of them for?

Put creases in my trousers.

You've got creases in your trousers.

Proper ones.

I knew you'd been acting peculiar lately,

but I never imagined anything like this.

Now, show me your tongue.

- What? - Your tongue.

Oh,[span]that's disgusting! [/span]

Why?

Because it's gone green from licking all them stamps.

- Rob. - Hiya.

I bumped into Jim Brady at Mrs Cresswell's.

I think he's leaning on her to leave the farm.

Winnie's not at all well, a bit frail, in fact.

What are you saying?

If his badgering makes her worse, it could stir the locals up again.

We could do without that.We've got zero co-operation, as it is.

Well, I'm just warning you.

CAR HORN

Nurse Cassidy. Just the girl.

I think I've found out what's up with our David.

WALKER: I'll leave you to it.

Oh, Peggy.Can you give these to David when you see him?

So, you're the one that got him hooked on this collecting lark?

No. It was Alf Ventress, I think. See you both later.

- Bye, Rob! - Alf Ventress!

I just gave him a few stamps. That's all.

And started him on the road to ruin.

Oh, don't be daft. It's harmless.

Harmless?

When he spends every penny he's got trying to get more,

and hours on end licking the damn things?

He's only gone and got himself addicted to the glue!

Oh, give over!

By nine o'clock at night, I swear he's three foot off the ground.

Oh, hello, sir.

Hello, Jimbo. Hope you don't mind. The door was open.

No, not at all. Can I get you a drink?

No, thank you, no. I won't keep you long.

Jimbo...

I've had a deputation of tenants up at the Hall,

rather aggrieved at recent developments.

- Oh. Rent rises, you mean? - Yes.

I wonder if we haven't been just a little heavy-handed.

This isn't Africa, Jimbo.

This is a close-knit community of cussed Yorkshire folk.

They do not respond well to bullying.

With respect, sir, you asked me to do a job.

A viable estate benefits the community

more than one on its uppers.

I can't argue with that, but I do urge caution.

And I don't need to remind you that your exit from Rhodesia

was the result of a certain recklessness on your part.

You're right, sir. I don't need reminding.

Right. We'll leave it at that, then.

MUSIC: 'Pictures Of Matchstick Men' by Status Quo

♪ When I look up to the sky

♪ I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow...

GROANS

♪ I see your face underneath my pillow

♪ I wake next morning tired, still yawning

♪ See your face come peeping through my window ♪

THUD

Lord Ashfordly was away, and his housekeeper heard nothing?

Er, yes, Sarge. She got up this morning

to find a panel in a rear door had been broken

and the door was unlocked.

Nothing was missing nor disturbed.

Another peasant protest?

Seems likely.

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Yes, Bellamy? - Lord Ashfordly on the phone.

He got back to the Hall

to find half the wine cellar has been nicked.

MUSIC: 'Sweet Wine' by Cream

♪ Making, sunshine day breaking

♪ We can wait till tomorrow

♪ Car speed, road calling

♪ Bird freed, leaf falling

♪ We can bide time... ♪

They're threatening to open a bottle every hour until I sack Jimbo Brady.

- Yeah. - Well, it's an outrage!

Any idea as to the value of the haul?

Well, it runs into many, many hundreds of pounds.

Bottles laid down for generations, now in the hands of people

who wouldn't know a Petrus ' from a dandelion and burdock.

Mrs Camerondidn't hear anything?

No. Apparently, she's been sleeping badly and took a tablet.

I'll speak with her in a moment.

Well, she's in quite a state, so go gently on her.

She, I can trust.

Others, who knows?

But I will not be held to ransom like this.

- Had Scenes Of Crime arrived? -Well, I left them to it.

- Any prints on the bottle? - Only mine.

One every hour, eh?

Well, get out there and start questioning the usual suspects.

Easier said than done, Sarge.

Nobody'll talk to us. We're pigs in the middle in all this.

With Ashfordly breathing down our necks,

we can't wait for the culprits to go down with gout.

- No, Sarge. - So, get on with it.

You can see if any of His Lordship's have found their way in there

amongst the goosegog and damson.

Yeah, very funny.

Oh, it's funny, right enough.

Well, you still haven't told us where you were last night.

I was in the bosom of my family, Constable.

- You never went out? - Nope.

And your wife can confirm that, can she?

Oh, you can bet on it.

- What about your B&B guest? - What about him?

- Is he still here? - Aye.

Oh, MrVentress.

Oh, hello, David.

Er, could Ihave a bit of advice, please?

It's about my stamp collection.

You see, I've got so many of them now, that I can't sleep,

because I'mworried that people will nick them.

Oh, I see.

So, do you think I'll need a safe,

or is the bank the right place for 'em?

Well, I'm not sure that you need to go that far.

You see, I don't think a burglar

could carry enough to make it worth his while.

PHONE RINGS

Right. Well, thanks, anyway.

- Did you get anything? - No.What about you?

Nothing. He saw nothing, heard nothing.

And he's not even a member of the local resistance group.

So, what now?

Back home for me.

Miller's given me a couple of hours off.

Now? What for?

Exam swotting.

Oh, great. I'm supposed to stay here, am I,

and tackle the wall of silence on my own?

Good man.See you later in the pub.

I didn't think we'd see you in here again.

- I'm not put off that easily. - The grumblers are still at it.

DOOR OPENS

- Hi. - Hi.

- Er, what are you having? - Tonic water, please.

- Same for me, please. - Right. I'll bring them over.

- Thanks. Have a seat. - Thanks.

Not drinking?

Er, no, no. I gave up.

- Thanks for making the time. - Oh, no trouble.

A lot of Lord Ashfordly's tenants are my patients,

so it's useful for me to know what's going on.

You probably know more about that than I do.

I know that Gina's had to stop them

pinning your picture to the dartboard.

Well, I represent change. It's a dirty word in a place like this.

- Hiya. What are you doing here? - I said I'd meet Rob.

Good, cos I need to talk to you about something.

I'm all ears.

- There you go. - Thanks, Gina.

So, what are you trying to do with Winnie Cresswell?

What do you mean?

She didn't tell me what you said to her,

but I could tell she was disturbed.

- She knows you want her out. - I've made no secret of it.

- I'd like you to leave her alone. - Oh, really?

That wouldn't be a problem,

if her so-called friends would tell her the truth, instead of me.

She's too old to live on that farm on her own.

A cheque to pay the deposit for the reception.

You paid that ages ago.

But when I rang up this morning, they said they hadn't received it.

- What? - I'm not trusting the post again.

So, will you take it for me, please?

- Yeah, course I will. - Thank you.

'Ey up. Hiya, Rob.

What's going on there?

You tell me.

Ah, Constables. Any joy finding the boss's vino yet?

Afraid not, Mr Brady.

No. We've been a bit short-staffed recently.

Early days.

Oh, well, no need to rush, eh?

Mr Brady's been telling me all about his athletic prowess.

Once upon a time, briefly.

I told him you were a runner too, Rob.

Mr Brady's a Three-'A's champion sprinter.

Junior champion.

- Three-'A's, eh?[span] - GINA: Did you hear that, Frank? [/span]

Mr Brady's a famous sprinter, like Rob.

Well, looking at 'em now, my money's on bobby.

- Mine too. - BERNIE: I'm not sure.

You can put your money in your pocket.

In any case, I was a distance runner.

- Oh, really? What sort of distance? - Half-marathon.

Much too far for me.

- Well, how about a mile? - What?

Well, it's neither a dash or a sprint, you know?

Fair for both of you.

- Fair for what? - For a race.

A race for, er, a trophy. That trophy. The, er...

- The Aidensfield trophy. - Yeah. The Aidensfield trophy.

- My money's still on bobby. - So's mine.

- Forget it. - Oh, come on, Rob. Be a sport.

I bet Mr Brady's up for it.

- All right, then. Why not?

CHEERING

Over to you.

Look, I've said forget it.

GINA: Oh, come on, Rob. GRUMBLING

This could be a way of getting 'em all back on our side.

Look at 'em. They want you to hammer him.

Think, Rob. Think.

What do you say, Constable?

ALL: Come on, Rob! Come on!

I'll stop a mile up the Elsinby Road.

See thee at finish.

- I could k*ll you for this. - Give over.

He's just had one of Gina's baps, he's there for the taking.

Get on with it. Come on.

Right, you two. Are you ready?

Now, I want no biting and no scratching.

Right, on your marks. Get set. Go!

CHEERING

What's going on?

Oh, just a couple of the locals having a race. Fill her up?

Please, Rosie.

Have you had a word?

Oh, he's got it bad, and no mistake.

He's been scrounging stamps off all and sundry.

It's a full-blown addiction.

Well, I spoke to Nurse Cassidy about his craving for glue,

and she suggests trying aversion therapy.

What's that?

Well, it's what they do to kids who won't stop biting their nails.

What is it?

It's a solution of bitter aloes.

Oh!

- On my account, please, Rosie. - OK.

Hold on.Hold on.

We've been had.

You were going well.

Didn't feel like it.

So, is there anything between you and Nurse Cassidy?

Why? Do you like her?

Yeah, I like her.

So do I. That's as far as it goes, though.

Good. I didn't want to put my foot in it.

I hear you lost your wife not so long ago.

- Yeah. - I'm sorry.

I had something similar with a girlfriend. A car crash.

We both got thrown out.

She didn't make it.

How did it happen?

I don't really know. We'd both been drinking.

I was out of my skull.

Somehow she'd got hold of the keys of my Land Rover.

- She was driving? - Yeah.

Her family didn't believe me.

They wanted to see me hang.

Can't say I blame them, really.

That sort of guilt never leaves you.

Is someone coming to pick us up, or what?

Come on.

Come on. Up you get.

Come on. There's a good girl.

Shh.

WINNIE: You're a man likes to get his way, Mr Brady.

I know.

That's why I wanted Miss Cartwright here,

to scotch any rumours of foul play.

How do you know you can trust me?

Well, Mrs Cresswell says I can.

Besides, if she agrees to leave the farm,

your brother can have first refusal of the tenancy.

Oh, I see. You can't get round me that easily.

Winnie, you don't have to do this.

All your memories are here.

- I'll still have those, love. - And what about the horses?

Whoever took over here would have to agree to look after them.

Isn't that so, Mr Brady?

Yes.

Mr Brady's arranged a little bungalow for me, nearer the shops.

It's only right that others should come here.

Make the farm live again.

All right. I'll do the paperwork, and we'll take it from there.

♪ There is something on your mind

♪ By the way you look at me

♪ There is something on your mind honey

♪ By the way you look at me...

Urgh!

Urgh!

♪ Bring happiness ♪

SPITTING AND GROANING

Good girl, Deefer!

Clever doggie. Deefer.

Thank you, Nurse. You take care, Jimbo. I'll see you soon.

- How is he, my Lord? - Bearing up.

The doc says he'll be OK. Flesh wound through the shoulder.

Is he fit enough to answer some questions?

Shortly, I believe.

But you know, Sergeant,

it's a pity it took so long before things were taken seriously.

Hiya. Look what I found with the empties.

Lord Ashfordly's, do you think?

Er, probably.

Hey, I heard what happened to Jimbo Brady.It's terrible.

Yeah.

Phil, what's wrong?

Well, I went to drop the cheque in for the reception, and er...

Well, they said I was too late.

- How'd you mean? - Someone else has booked it.

The first cheque got lost.

Yeah, but they said there's nothing that they could do.

We'll get somewhere else.

How can we?There's no time.

We've sent your r*fle to Forensics for examination.

If I'd done it, do you think I'd use my own g*n?

Well, we'll see, won't we?

PC Walker says you're very handy with a r*fle.

I was at my sister's all morning.

But she wasn't. She went shopping for about an hour.

She can't back up your alibi.

This is a very serious matter, Mr Rogers.

Yeah. But it was nothing to do with me.

Nothing?At the very least, you're guilty of helping to stir things up.

He was for chucking Winnie Cresswell off her place.

Like he did to you?

As it happens, Winnie wants to go.

Whoever sh*t Brady did Winnie no favours at all.

What...?

You're like a bad penny, Constable.

I take it you've heard what's happened to Mr Brady?

Aye. Aye. Bad do.

You're Mrs Cresswell's nearest neighbour.

- So? - Where were you two hours ago?

Er, I were in Ten Acre, mending boundary wall.

Did anyone see you there?

Everyone who came that road.

You have a certificate for a r*fle?

Oh, aye.

I'd like to see it, please.

- Has this been fired today? - No.

Smell it.

Well?

I'll need to take it for examination.

Who has access to it, besides you?

- Only the missus. - What about guests?

Er, I suppose so.

The one who's here now?

- Possibly. - What's his name?

Fancy name. De Villiers.

Think the wife said he was South African.

Is he in his room now?

No, the wife's taken him to Ashfordly.

Said he had to get to hospital.

- Do you have any other firearms? - A bolt g*n for slaughtering.

Show it to me.

Delta Alpha Two-Four to Control. Over.

VENTRESS: 'Go ahead, Rob.'

Do we have anyone who can get to the hospital urgently?

- 'Just a minute.' - Bolt g*n's missing.

Forget it, Alf. I'll get there myself.

I'll come back for this later.

Sorry.

Thanks.

Sorry.

Hello, Jimbo.

Sorry I didn't make it a clean k*ll.

I'll try and do better, hey?

- It won't bring her back, Hughie. - It'll bring her justice.

To know you're still breathing while she's dead

is more than I can stomach. - I wasn't driving.

James Brady, is he in the same room?

NURSE: Yeah. Straight through there.

You k*lled her. No more running from that now.

g*n FIRES

Right. That's enough.

He m*rder*d my sister. What more do you need to know?

The police in your country decided to take no action.

They were got at.

He was guilty as hell.

KNOCK ON DOOR NURSE CASSIDY: Hello?

Who is it?

It's me.

Come in.

What's this? On the move?

Yeah. I'm, er... I'm going back.

Oh?

The locals will be dancing in the street, huh?

- Not all of them. - There's no need to be nice.

Rob told me about the fatal car accident you were in.

Then you know why I'm going back.

Not sure I do.

I'm going so they won't be able to prosecute De Villiers.

- But he tried to k*ll you. - I know, but...

I couldn't live with causing that family any more grief.

Let me re-dress your shoulder.

What I've said, it's... It's between you and me.

I wouldn't want to be headed off at the border.

PEGGY: Well, go on, then. Go in and cash your stamps.

I can't let them go just like that.

You get attached.

David, you have been going on nonstop about a trouser press.

Now, get in there.

Go on and get it.

I'm as shocked as anyone. He was en route by the time I read his note.

Did Mr Brady say he'd be returning?

No, and I rather think that's the last we'll be seeing of James Brady.

Awkward. Without our witness-in-chief,

we won't be able to proceed against De Villiers.

You have other witnesses.

True, but if Mr Brady doesn't come back to give evidence,

my hands are tied. The case will have to remain on file.

And De Villiers released?

Yes.

Well, I'm astounded.

Maybe you can take comfort from the fact

that the source of the unrest has gone away.

Walker, would you get Ventress and Bellamy in?

On a brighter note,

a number of boxes were left on our doorstep this morning.

Perhaps you could identify them?

Good lord! My Chateau Lafite. How wonderful!

A gesture of peace, I assume.

Yes, indeed. And one deserving of some reciprocity, perhaps?

Yes, well...

Constable, my housekeeper tells me

that you're very shortly to marry Gina Ward.

Yes, my Lord.

By popular local demand, I understand. Now, listen.

I know you've probably already made your arrangements,

but how about I put the Hall at your disposal for the big day?

Ashfordly Hall? For the reception?

Ah, too late, I suppose?

No! No, I could always cancel the other place. Thank you.

And no doubt, my Lord,

you wouldn't mind opening one or two of these for the toast?

Not that one, Sergeant.

But I think I could stretch to one or two of these.

MUSIC:'I Got You (I Feel Good)' by James Brown

Is that it, then?

No.

They'd run out, so they've given me the nearest alternative.

And what's that?

It's an electric hostess tray.

It's for when we're entertaining VIPs.

LAUGHS

Get in, David.

I thought you'd be pleased.

I'll only be pleased, if I thought you'd learnt a lesson.

Now, get in.

♪ So good, so good

♪ I got you...

GLASS SHATTERS

♪ Hey! ♪