15x24 - The Dying Of The Light

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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: 'I Do Do' by The Troggs

SHEEP BLEATING

♪ I do, do, I do

♪ I do, do, I do

DOG BARKS

♪ Ain't it nice

♪ To do it once or twice? ♪

DOOR OPENS

Hang on a minute.

Just wait there.

- Come here. - HELEN: Oh! (LAUGHS)

Put me down now.

Welcome home, Dr Walker.

It's good to be back.

Shh.

- Listen. - What is it?

Nothing. Just peace and quiet.

We'll have to change the colour scheme in here.

OWL HOOTS

DOOR SLAMS

Any luck?

No. Not a thing.

Four hours I were out there.

And did I see a pheasant?

They're as rare as hen's teeth, they are suddenly.

That's a shame.

It's Lord Ashfordly's big sh**t next week

and he's asked me to join the beaters.

Well, somebody's beaten them to it.

Why are you reading by lamplight, David? It's bad for your eyes.

Oh, yeah. They cut the electricity off.

Terrific.

SHEEP BLEATING

Here! What's all this about, then? Eh?

MAN: Oh!

GRAVEL CRUNCHING

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

HE SIGHS

Where was this?

OK. I'm on my way.

- HELEN: What is it? - A car in a ditch at Long Lane.

Oh. I'll go back to bed, then.

No, you don't. There's a body in it.

SHE SIGHS

- ROB: Is he still alive? - HELEN: Barely.

There's a faint pulse.

I think he may have fractured his skull.

ROB: Do you think he's been here all night?

HELEN: From the way the blood's dried, I'd say almost certainly.

The car's not damaged. No sign of a collision.

- Could he have been drunk? - There's no smell of alcohol.

I'd better go with him in the ambulance.

Sure.

MUSIC: 'I Only Want To Be With You' by Dusty Springfield

♪ I only know I never want to let you go

♪ Cos you started something

♪ Oh, can't you see? ♪

- Sleep well, love? - Not bad.

Hey, what's up?

I've been thinking, Terry. Maybe you should sign on after all.

No.

No, I've not been on t'social before, I'm not gonna start now.

- We'll make ends meet. - Will we?

Trust me. Hey, we're going out tonight. I'm getting paid.

Who's this then, Terry?

It's Carol, Nan. My wife.

NAN: Nice to meet you, dear.

Come on. Come and sit down in t'front room.

I'll make you some breakfast.

- I'm sorry, love. - I don't mind. Really, it's fine.

GEORGE: Right. Can you get into a straight line?

Sorry I'm late, Sarge. I was...

Attending a traffic accident. Yes, I heard.

I'm afraid the honeymoon is now over, Walker.

There's been a report of sheep stolen on your patch,

farmer name of Len Hallett.

Look into it, will you? PHONE RINGS

Right, can we now get on with the morning parade?

Ashfordly Police Station.

Oh. Er, yes, my lord. I'll just get him for you.

It's Lord Ashfordly for you, Sarge.

I'll take it in my office. Parade dismissed.

And welcome back, Rob.

- How were the lakes? - There were lakes?

TAPPING ON GLASS

- HELEN: Hello, Bernie. - Dr Trent.

It's Walker now.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, sorry. I'm a bit preoccupied.

How are you feeling?

I'm ready for whatever may happen now.

It's a fairly routine procedure, Bernie.

I know, Doctor, but when you get to my age...

Whatever your age, ingrowing toenails are rarely fatal.

WOMAN: Norman, it'll stink the place out, and I'm not having it.

MAN: It'll save money.

I don't care. I'm not that desperate.

As far as I'm concerned, you can get rid of the wretched thing.

- Morning, all. - Oh, hello.

I thought this place was empty. You're not squatters, are you?

Certainly not. We're the new tenants.

PEGGY: Oh. Last lot went bankrupt.

Nobody's ever made any money on this place.

Oh, we're not here to make money. We're going to be self-sufficient.

Escaping the rat race, living off the land.

I've been self-sufficient for years. It's not all it's cracked up to be.

Well, since a few investments went wrong, it's sadly necessary.

I don't suppose you know of any local markets

where we could get a cow, do you?

Might do. How much do you want to spend?

Well, we're a bit short at the moment.

Until we've sold our produce.

But if you could help us find the right animal...

There might be a bob or two in it for me, you mean?

Well, I'm not sure about that.

But Norman's got some interesting machinery he wants to get rid of.

Everyone has to draw the line somewhere and I'm drawing mine here.

NORMAN SIGHS

Ran round the village...

Lord Ashfordly has an important social function coming up next week,

and it appears that his land has been stripped of game birds.

Well, maybe he sh*t 'em all, Sarge.

GEORGE: Or maybe somebody's systematically poaching them.

Was nobody watching Aidensfield while Walker was away?

Well, I was up that way most days, Sarge.

Propping up the bar at the Aidensfield Arms, I've no doubt.

- Where is Walker, anyway? - You sent him out to Len Hallett's.

- Theft of livestock. - Well, fetch him back, will you?

Hello?

Hello?

GATE OPENS

ROB: Ah, Mr Hallett. PC Walker, Aidensfield Police.

I understand you've lost some sheep.

- You could say. - ROB: How many?

- All of them. - All of them?

The entire flock. Just before t'lambs were due.

Whoever's done this have ruined me, Mr Walker.

Did you hear anything during the night?

Nowt, but they were all up at t'top moor.

I checked them out about nine o'clock and they were settled.

Presumably you're insured for something like this.

Well, what good's money gonna do? These were hefted sheep, Mr Walker.

Bred to know the land. That takes years.

If I bought new stock and stick 'em up on that moor,

they'd just push off.

Four generations my family's farmed here.

All that work, taken away.

Right. Well, you'd better show me where they were.

PEGGY: Ha-ha-ha!

- While the cat's away, eh? - ROSIE: Not at all.

We did this morning's work in double time without Bernie interfering.

Excellent. So you don't need David here.

Come on, jump to it, lad.

We'll need the toolkit.

Oh, Rosie, does Bernie have such a thing as a portable generator?

Yeah, we have a couple out back.

We use 'em when we work somewhere we can't get power.

Then we can have the loan of one for a bit.

I think you should ask Bernie first.

Oh, no, you don't want to go troubling him.

Not in his condition.

And, I mean, what harm can we do with it in a day or so?

I don't know, Peggy. Give us a clue.

But you could come down and fix it up for us.

We're not going to do any damage, I promise.

Pop it on the truck and let's be off.

Looks like at least two vehicles. Must have been a big operation.

Can you not take casts of t'tyre marks or summat?

What about witnesses?

HALLETT: Can't you stop t'traffic, see if anybody saw owt?

We can try, but it's a bit of a long sh*t.

The flock must have been petrified.

At least two of 'em's aborted, you know?

Aborted?

There were two carcasses this morning.

There'll be no spring lamb off this moor. Poor things.

I was called out to an accident this morning.

Just down the hill.

Do you know who the prime minister is, Mrs Parsons?

Why, it's Mr Churchill, of course. What a daft question!

And what year is it now?

About half past nine.

What did you say your name was, dear?

I'm Helen Walker. I'm your doctor.

MRS PARSONS: You must be new around here then.

Will you ask that nice Dr Ferrenby to call by?

- He loves my seed cake, he does. - OK.

How about a nice cup of tea? Then you can tell me what you want.

- Don't worry, Nan. I'll do it. - HELEN: I'll help.

She's getting so much worse.

HE COUGHS

TERRY: It used to be occasionally, but now it's...

I'm sorry, Terry.

She's showing all the signs of senile dementia.

- Will she ever get better? - No. She'll get worse.

Would you like me to look into residential homes

that specialise in this kind of care?

No, she's my nan. I want her here.

She's gonna need a lot of care.

It won't be easy on either of you, especially with a baby on the way.

TERRY: We'll manage.

That's easy enough to say at the moment,

but what about when you find full-time work again?

Look, I know it's gonna be difficult.

But Carol and Nan both need me. I've gotta provide for us.

- I'll find a way. - We'll be all right.

Well, she'll have good days and bad days.

But on bad days, she won't know who she is or where she is.

Or she may wander off.

I know it sounds awful,

but you might have to consider locking her in.

HE COUGHS

We'll do what we have to do.

Are you feeling all right, Terry?

Just a cold. Some bug that's going round.

- Walker? - Yes, Sarge?

I need you to find out what's been going on

on the Ashfordly Estate in your absence.

It appears somebody's been exterminating

his lordship's gamebirds.

There's been a bit more than that going on, Sarge.

We've had a g*ng of sheep rustlers

operating on an industrial scale last night.

And I've got a possible witness unconscious in hospital

with a fractured skull. Frank Merfield.

- Really? - ALF: There was a case like that

over the other side of Northallerton last month.

Several cases, in fact.

And someone interrupted them on one occasion and got badly beaten up.

It looks like they might have moved onto our patch.

Best put the word out.

DAVID: Deefa, come away from there.

The instructions are all there. Good luck with it.

Only wish we had the chance to try it ourselves.

Don't be silly, Norman. There's a darling.

- Oh, I think it'd have been fun. - Norman!

What will you do with this lot, then?

We're going to be self-sufficient, David.

- Well, what does that mean? - You tell him, Mrs Harrison.

It means not being beholden to anyone.

Being able to live the simple life, unfortunately.

Right. Like we do, you mean?

Yes. But now we're going to generate our own power,

so the Electricity Board can go whistle.

Oh. Poor Mr Hallett.

I'll warn my brothers to keep the flock closer to home.

We'd best warn everyone we can think of.

We don't know when these people will be back. Better go.

- See you later. - Yeah.

- Cheers, mate. - Bye, Rob.

Well, I can feel some late nights coming on.

- Shall we give the cinema a miss? - No, no.

There's no need for that, love.

Well, if you need to stock up on your sleep,

I'd better take care of you.

And, erm... come to think of it, I really feel like an early night.

PHILIP: Well, if you're sure.

Night, all.

- DEBBIE: Night. - Goodnight.

It's, er, very quiet tonight.

GINA: Yeah. Seeing as it is, Oscar,

do you mind if I pop upstairs and get on with something?

Give us a shout if there's a rush on.

Is she all right now, I mean, that Jack's gone?

I'm not sure, Rosie.

I didn't have much time for Jack myself,

but he seemed to make her happy.

She's certainly keeping herself to herself these days.

She's not the only one. Peggy and David are up to something as well.

Oh, aye?

HE CHUCKLES

I thought there was a reason it was quiet.

You know what, Peg, I still don't see

how you're gonna get electric out of this thing.

You will, lovey. You will.

Now, first thing in the morning,

I want you to get down to Fred Walton's piggery.

He's expecting you. Come on.

N-no. Spanner, David.

Thank you.

So basically, the poor man's ruined.

What I don't understand is why he couldn't just put up fences

and start again.

Well, cost, for a start. But anyway, he's not allowed to.

It's all part of grazing rights on the moors.

That's why breeding's so important.

Do you think those people will be back again?

Dunno. Miller's gonna talk to the police over at Northallerton

where it happened before.

He reckons we could be working nights for a while.

- Frank Merfield's injuries... - Yeah.

Do you think they were caused when he crashed?

What are you getting at?

His car wasn't far from where the rustlings happened.

- Maybe he interrupted them. - I suppose so.

You would have thought his head hit the steering wheel,

but it could have been the proverbial blunt instrument.

There you go.

Thank you.

I was cleaning out Peter's cupboard earlier.

Rather you than me.

I found these.

It's hard to imagine Peter was ever that small.

Phil...

I'm feeling really, really good.

I know. You're doing ever so well.

Wouldn't you like a family?

I've got a family.

No. You know what I mean.

Wouldn't you like a baby? One of our own.

Debbie Bellamy, I would like that very, very much.

OWL HOOTS

CAROL: It's nice to go out for a change.

Even nicer with a bit of cash in hand.

Should keep your housekeeping going for a bit, eh?

You mustn't worry, Terry. I know we'll get by.

SHE CHUCKLES

- CAROL: What is it? - I forgot to lock it.

Nan?

Nan!

She's not here.

SHE SIGHS

- What? - Nothing.

Go on. You've got that look.

I was just wondering

if that's a really healthy way to start the day.

Don't you start.

BANGING ON THE DOOR

PC Walker, sorry. Doctor.

- It's my nan. She's gone missing. - When?

Late last night. I've searched everywhere for her.

- I can't find her. - OK. I'll come with you.

HE CHUCKLES

Thanks.

MUSIC: 'Take a Whiff On Me' by The Byrds

HORN HONKS

♪ Hey, take a whiff on me

♪ Oh, birdie, take a whiff on me

♪ Hey, hey, baby Take a whiff on me ♪

HE SNIFFS

Cor!

BELL RINGS

- GEOFF: Morning, sir. - I found this.

- Down by the river. - Right.

I just need to take down some details.

Is there anything in it? Might save some time.

See for yourself.

Blimey. Come and look at this, Phil.

BANJO PLAYING

CAROL SIGHS

I feel so awful.

We meant to do like you said and lock her in, but Terry forgot.

You two mustn't blame yourselves. I'm sure she'll turn up.

If anything happens to her, I don't know what we'll do.

His dad d*ed in the w*r. He lost his mum to cancer.

Nan's his only family. She brought him up.

Now he's got more family on the way.

Everything's fine with the baby.

We've been so long trying, I thought it was just not meant to be.

Well, believe me, it is.

How are you feeling in yourself?

I think I've got the same bug as Terry.

Make sure he looks after you.

Oh, he does. I'm lucky to have him.

SHE SNIFFS

Late again, Rob? You're making a bit of a habit of this.

- Is he in yet? - He's still over at Northallerton.

I've got a missing pensioner, a Mrs Parsons.

We've established she went missing between seven and last night,

but that's all we've got.

- PHONE RINGS - Handbag.

- Ashfordly Police Station. - ROB: What?

We had a handbag brought in earlier full of bits of torn-up newspaper.

Just a thought.

Right. I'll pass it on.

Er, Rob. Ashfordly General.

Frank Merfield's regained consciousness.

SHEEP BLEATING

What the devil is going on here?

Do you mind? This is private property.

And you're committing a public nuisance.

David here has just left a trail of muck right through the village.

I was driving as fast as I could.

PEGGY: Well, you can't make an omelette without breaking eggs.

And it's all as Mother Nature intended.

Mother Nature did not intend our village to be covered in pig slurry.

So whatever you're doing, will you kindly stop it?

- What are you doing? - Generating electricity.

What, in that thing? Don't be ridiculous!

Thank you, David.

The only thing you're generating is a stink worse than usual,

and I'm gonna put a stop to it.

Push off, Oscar. You're neither use nor ornament.

- I'll be back. - I'll be out.

Geoff? Where did you say this fella found the bag?

Down there somewhere, next to the tree.

Hold on.

- GEOFF: What? - Over here.

- GEOFF: Phil! - What?

There's a body in t'water.

I'm sorry, Mr Walker, that's all as I remember.

I mean, when I stopped, I thought to myself there'd been an accident.

And then when I got out, I realised they were up to summat.

Can you remember anything about the vehicles? Anything at all?

Oh, one of 'em were a Land Rover.

- Are you sure about that? - I'm positive, yeah.

My headlamps were shining on it.

- What about the colour? - Green, usual colour.

I'm sorry, I've not been much help, have I?

No, Mr Merfield, you've been a lot of help.

But more importantly, you've had a lucky escape.

I may need to talk to you again, but thanks for now.

We've brought the Parsonses into the hospital

and they're waiting for us in the morgue.

Phil and Geoff found a body in the river.

Carol. Terry.

Are you sure you're ready for this, Terry?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

If you'd like to come through with me.

GEORGE: Where's Younger?

- In the gents, Sarge. - Still?

Well, it's the first time he's had to deal with a body in the water.

Oh. Fair enough, I suppose.

Did you get a positive identification

on your missing person?

Yeah, it was definitely Mrs Parsons. Likely cause of death, drowning.

- A sorry business. - Yes, Sarge.

Right, from now on, everyone's on lates.

This g*ng's previous modus operandi

has been to target an area several nights apart,

presumably to give themselves time to dispose of the livestock.

Now, if they're not local, somebody's showing them where to go.

I doubt if they just turn up on spec and hope for the best.

Someone must be doing reconnaissance for them.

Almost certainly.

So, anything out of the ordinary, you stop and search it.

And remember, we're dealing with a hardened criminal g*ng

who've got no compunction about using extreme v*olence.

MUSIC: 'Volunteers' by Jefferson Airplane

That should do the trick.

- Right, shall I fire her up? - Go on, then.

ENGINE WHIRRING

WHOOPING

Hey, think of the money we'll save.

No more electricity bills.

In fact, soon we'll be able to send out our own.

- How come? - Well, we'll supply the neighbours.

- We haven't got any. - Oh, that's a minor inconvenience.

I can't believe that one of your ideas

has actually worked out all right, Peggy.

- Yes! - It's quite smart.

Eh, I could build one down at the garage.

Oh. Nice central location.

Lots more potential customers for me.

Plus free electricity at the garage.

PEGGY: That goes without saying.

Come on. I think this calls for a celebration.

PHONE RINGS

SHE SIGHS

Hello. Aidensfield Police House.

TERRY: It's Carol, Doctor.

She's got pains in her belly. Something's not right.

Can you come round?

- Cheers. Hey! - Cheers.

So how does it actually work then, Peg?

Fermentation, Gina.

You see, as it ferments, it gives off methane.

And we're able to trap that and feed it into the gas generator.

And by "it", you mean slurry.

I do wish you'd stop harping on about slurry, Oscar.

It's becoming an obsession.

And in a man of your age, it's not healthy.

Nor is what you're doing with it.

Well, you'll have to get used to it, won't you?

Because we're in business now.

Hey, we might even start supplying people in the village.

Not if I have anything to with it.

We've got four customers already and that's just from in here.

It'll all end in tears, David. You mark my words.

Come on, Oscar! I think it shows a really enterprising spirit.

GINA: Anyway, I'd better get on.

I'll be back down for last orders, OK? See you later.

I feel like she spends more time in her room these days

than behind this bar.

You've just got the hump cos she forgot your birthday last week.

I certainly have not. I care about her, that's all.

I don't like to see her brooding about things.

I need you to call an ambulance, Terry.

We should get Carol into hospital.

Is it anything serious?

It's until we find out what's wrong, Carol.

- Just to be on the safe side. - Oh!

MUSIC: 'Working For The Man' by Roy Orbison

♪ Working for the man

♪ You've gotta lend him a hand

♪ Working for the man... ♪

Evening, officer.

How do you do? Just doing some routine checks.

- Do you mind telling me your names? - Norman and Kath Harrison.

Do you live around here?

We're renting a smallholding up at High Garth. Is there a problem?

No, not necessarily. Can you tell me where you've been?

Just going for a drive, officer.

Getting used to the area.

KATH: There's nothing wrong with that, is there?

Seems to be a lot of vegetables in the back.

That's smallholding for you. Will there be anything else?

No, that's it. Thank you very much.

- Goodnight. - PHIL: Goodnight.

Helen. It's two in the morning.

Carol Parsons lost her baby.

- Oh, no. - I stayed late at the hospital.

Then I was just... sat here trying to work out why.

- I must have fallen asleep. - Come here.

HE SNIFFS

Cor! Gina!

Come out here a minute.

- Can you smell it? - GINA: Oh, yeah.

It's worse than it was yesterday.

GINA: Where do you think it's coming from?

I've got my suspicions.

SHE EXHALES SHARPLY

HELEN: How are you feeling, Terry?

I haven't slept.

I just sat there all night, turning things over in my mind.

I can give you something to help you sleep, if you want.

No.

I've been trying to figure out how it all started.

Was it cos I didn't lock the door?

My nan, then Carol.

Was it the worry that k*lled our baby?

You mustn't think like that, Terry.

We don't know why Carol miscarried, but it's unlikely to be stress.

It were gonna be a boy.

I were gonna play football with him on the green,

teach him carpentry.

Comfort him when he grazed his knee.

All those things dads are supposed to do.

All those things I never had.

All quiet on my patch, Sarge.

- Younger? - Same with me.

Only saw one car all evening.

Bellamy?

I stopped a couple in a Land Rover, Sarge.

- Colour? - Green.

They were new to the area. Name of Harrison.

They're renting a smallholding on the Ashfordly Estate.

Didn't seem that keen to tell me what they were doing.

GEORGE: Did you search the vehicle?

I had a look around the back. It was empty.

Apart from some vegetables.

And that constituted a search, did it?

I didn't know if I had due cause, Sarge.

There's a violent criminal g*ng operating in the area

and we believe another raid is imminent. I'd call that due cause.

- Mr Ventress. - Sarge?

Get onto Criminal Records.

See if you can find out anything about these Harrisons.

Cor, Gina, what a stink! Ugh!

Right, I think this has gone far enough.

It's about time we put a stop to this nonsense.

I think you might be right, Oscar.

I mean, I'd got through the first three months, everything was fine.

Carol, do you have any cats at home?

No.

The path lab have run some tests overnight

and it looks like you have an infection called toxoplasmosis.

It usually comes from cat litter.

You mean that bug we've had did this?

I'm afraid so.

It doesn't affect men much.

It's just like being a bit off-colour.

But it can cause a miscarriage in the first few months of pregnancy.

Well, where would I have got it from?

Do you do any farm work?

No, nothing like that.

Terry might have done a few bits and bobs.

I've never heard of it being transmitted from human to human,

so it's unlikely you'd have caught it from him.

We'll just have to keep looking.

Are you telling me that woman can set up a sewage farm

whenever and wherever she likes?

It doesn't sound very pleasant, I must admit,

but surely this is something

you could take up with your colleagues on the parish council.

ALF: Excuse me, Sarge.

The Harrisons don't appear to have a criminal record.

Nevertheless, they were seen out, late at night,

in a vehicle matching the description.

It's time we paid them a visit.

MUSIC: 'Big River' by Johnny Cash

- Mr and Mrs Harrison? - Yes.

- Is this a raid? - GEORGE: Not yet.

We'd just like to know what you were doing out and about last night.

- None of your business. - I can make it my business

and we can go down to the station and talk about it there.

We've got nothing to hide.

Then you won't mind if we take a look around then.

Nothing to hide, my eye!

They're up to something. I want to know what it is.

Sarge.

Right. Now you are coming down to the station.

On what grounds?

Trespass in pursuit of game, for a start.

On the contrary. Those birds were k*lled on our land.

Do you expect me to believe

that Lord Ashfordly's entire collection of pheasants

came out of those woods and took up residence on your land?

Jerusalem artichokes.

I beg your pardon?

They go mad for Jerusalem artichokes. Can't resist them.

So if they happen to come onto our land to feed on them,

we're allowed to k*ll them. Norman's a lawyer, you know.

I may be unfamiliar

with the more obscure practices of country policing,

but please tell me she's wrong about this.

I think she's right, Sarge.

Give me strength.

Well, you may have the law on your side,

but I doubt if your landlord's going to like it.

SHE SOBS

Should make a nice supper.

Assuming I'm in for supper, of course.

HELEN: I hope you cleaned them. Where did you get them from?

They were going cheap.

You know, we've sorted out who's ruined Lord Ashfordly's sh**t,

but we're no closer to finding out

who's giving these rustlers local knowledge.

One step forward, two steps back.

- Yeah. - A bit like me.

Oh, how come?

Well, we know Carol's miscarriage was caused by toxoplasmosis,

but we don't know how she contracted it.

She's been nowhere near cats or sheep.

Cats or sheep? That's an odd combination.

It's how the parasite works.

Sheep pick it up from cat faeces

and then can pass the infection on during lambing.

- But nobody's started lambing yet. - Well, it's the most common cause.

Would it be infectious if a sheep aborted?

Mm-hm.

I think I'm beginning to understand what's happened.

Right, sir. I'll get someone onto it.

Well, I'll be damned!

What will they think of next?

Something out of the ordinary, Mr Ventress?

A market gardener.

Someone's stolen his winter store of Jerusalem artichokes.

- Bellamy. - Yes, Sarge?

Go and find the Harrisons.

- And if you can't find them... - Sarge?

- Don't come back. - Right.

Sarge, can we have a word?

Oh, yes. Nearly forgot. Erm...

We found there's a sheet missing from those instructions we gave you.

You'd better have it. Might be important.

- Oh, right. See you, then. - I doubt it.

Lord Ashfordly's come over all feudal and cancelled our lease.

We've gotta be out by tonight. No sense of humour, that man.

ENGINE STARTS

Good luck.

- Here you are, Rosie. - What's that?

Oh, it's some more instructions for that thing.

- He said it might be important. - Really?

Well, it's working fine as it is.

"An important safety feature

is a brass or copper fine-mesh flame trap

to protect the gas-holder

if the air gets into the pipe and causes burn-back."

Oh, no. It could blow the whole place up.

Bernie! They let you out.

Well, I told them I had to get back to work.

They didn't want me to leave, mind you. Got quite shirty, in fact.

Come on in, Bernie, and put your foot up.

And we'll make you a cup of tea.

Rosie, why don't you go and fix

the, you know, what we were talking about?

- BERNIE: What's going on? - Oh, nothing at all. Come on.

Fill me in on the details again. We're not all qualified doctors.

We reckon that Carol Parson's miscarriage

was caused by an infection associated with lambing.

And I think Terry had the infection the day after the raid.

I'm still not sure I understand.

Several of the ewes aborted whilst they were being stolen.

Terry could have got blood on him from that.

Carol was certainly washing some pretty filthy overalls the next day.

We'd better talk to them both, then.

Going somewhere?

KATH: Yes, actually.

Thanks to you lot of interfering busybodies,

Lord Muck has given us our marching orders.

Well, before you go, my sergeant would like a word.

What on earth is that?

It's a generator, Bernie.

It's also a time-b*mb. I'll turn it off.

AIR HISSES

And it stinks.

You'll have to get rid of this, Peggy. I'll be getting complaints.

But think of it. Free electricity.

I'd rather pay, thank you very much. Methane is dangerous stuff.

I don't know, Rosemary.

I put you in charge, you want to blow the place up.

Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

- Aunt Peggy? - What is it, David?

- You know our one of those? - Yeah.

Is that a time-b*mb an' all?

PEGGY: Come on.

PHONE RINGING

GEORGE: There's some questions we'd like to ask

in connection with Mrs Parsons's accident.

SHE SIGHS

Does it have to be now?

I'm sorry this is such a difficult time for you,

but we won't take long.

All right, then.

The night Mrs Parsons went missing, you were out with Terry.

Yeah, to meet a man in a pub who owed him money.

We hadn't been out in ages.

So you were at home the night before?

Yeah. With Nan.

GEORGE: And was Terry there?

He'd got some work on. I was asleep before he came back.

Do you know where he was working?

No, I don't.

ROB: When you were washing his work clothes the next morning,

did they have blood on them?

Why are you asking all these questions about Terry?

I hope you know what you're doing, Sergeant.

My husband is a lawyer, you know.

GEORGE: Yes, I believe you mentioned it.

Then he should be familiar with the Theft Act of .

We've been through this.

We were legally entitled to those pheasants.

Yes, but you weren't legally entitled to the artichokes you used

to entice them onto your land. - Don't be ridiculous.

Do you know what we've had to put up with moving down to the sticks?

It's not easy trying to be self-sufficient,

and you're just trying to harass us.

This may be the countryside, Mrs Harrison,

but that does not mean it's some kind of meat and veg free-for-all.

GEORGE: The laws of the land still apply.

GEORGE: Take them away, Bellamy.

Oi!

What we do on private land's nothing to do with the council.

They say it's an environmental hazard. It's gotta be removed.

It's no more a hazard than a farmer's muck heap.

It just needs a minor adjustment, that's all.

It needs to be shut down.

AIR HISSING

I'd stay away from that thing if I was you, Oscar,

or I won't be answerable for the consequences.

- Are you threatening us? - No. I'm warning you.

All right, lads, just carry on.

expl*si*n

I'll give you a minor adjustment...

..if I have to swing for it.

So, Mr Parsons, theft of livestock, conspiracy to steal.

Grievous bodily harm.

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

I've lost my nan and the baby.

What's this all about?! My wife needs me.

Don't you think you've done enough already?

- What do you mean? - Tell him, Walker.

ROB: Carol's miscarriage was caused by an infection

passed on from aborting sheep.

An infection we believe you brought home from Len Hallett's flock.

- No, it can't have been. - It was.

The sheep were infected with toxoplasmosis,

and I gather you got blood on your work clothes.

Didn't you tell the doctor that you had a bug of some sort?

It turns out it's very serious for pregnant women.

Don't say a word.

I had nothing to with coshing the old man.

I had no idea they were gonna be violent.

- MILLER: And they paid you? - Aye.

I met him the night after in a pub in Ashfordly.

The night Nan...

The night Nan d*ed.

- You arranged to meet them again? - Yeah.

When?

Tonight.

They're going to Burleigh Moor Farm.

MUSIC: 'I Do Do' by The Troggs

♪ I do, do, I do

♪ I do, do, I do

♪ Oh, ain't it nice

♪ To do it once or twice?

♪ I do, do

♪ I don't wanna do without you

♪ I do love to love

♪ I do love to love... ♪

SIREN BLARES

You're all under arrest.

SCUFFLING

- Did you get 'em? - Oh, yeah.

Does Carol know... er, about this?

No. Not yet.

Can I see her?

You are in custody, Terry.

I just want to be the one to tell her. Please.

What's he doing here?

- I'm in trouble. - What for?

Carol, love, you...

You know those men we met at t'pub?

- The ones who paid you? - Aye.

They were stealing sheep, and I were helping 'em.

Oh, Terry!

That's not all.

That thing that k*lled our baby...

This toxoplasmosis...

You got it off my work clothes.

From the sheep's blood.

I'm so sorry, love.

Can you forgive me?

I don't know.

- What will happen to him? - Well, he's been very cooperative.

So he may well get a suspended sentence.

DEBBIE: I feel sorry for his wife.

Yeah. She's lost more than anyone.

Pretty much disasters all round.

Speaking of which, no sign of David and Peggy?

- No, they've been barred. - Breaching the peace?

Certainly breached my dry cleaning bill.

What's all this, then?

I know it's a bit late, Oscar, but happy birthday.

OSCAR: Well!

OSCAR CHUCKLES

I don't know what to say.

If you don't like it, you can hang it next to the dartboard.

OSCAR: No, certainly not. It's very good.

So this is what you've been up to, eh?

- Yeah. - I've been worried about you.

Well, don't be. I'm fine.

Right. Who's next?

HE CHUCKLES