17x10 - Changing Roles

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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: 'Morning Dew' by Jeff Beck

Hey!

Suppose you want me banned from walking now, as well?

Don't start.

You know perfectly well why you were banned.

There were coppers parked outside my local.

- You set me up. - No.

You'd been drinking. You broke the law.

- My job is to uphold it. - Without my licence,

I haven't got a job now.

You messed up my life.

I'll get even with you, Miller.

You'll see.

Couldn't believe my eyes, Blaketon, looked in this den and there he was.

Fast asleep, snoring his head off!

- Really? - Feet up. Boots off.

And not the first time I've caught the lazy bounder.

It's sounds as if you'll be needing a new gamekeeper, my lord.

Damn right, I sent the fellow packing.

He's let poaching on the estate get right out of hand.

Aunt Peggy reckons that with no gamekeeper about,

there's lots of amateurs been going on your estate at night.

How does she know that, I wonder?

Oh, I've, er... no idea.

Well, if I can think of a reliable replacement, my lord,

- I'll let you know. - Yes, I certainly need one.

And P-D-Q.

Morning, Sarge.

You're not going to like this.

It looks like they got in through the toilet window.

Broke the glass.

- My office? - Oh, it's just as bad.

It seems they've been through everything.

- Blimey. - What's up?

Blimey.

MUSIC: 'Dream Machine' by Daniel Edwardson

♪ Once I had a dream that made me sad

♪ How so many people can be bad

♪ Everybody wants all they can grab

♪ No-one's ever happy with their share

♪ People running don't have much to say

♪ You better get your dreams before they fade away

♪ We're all here until we know not when... ♪

Run out of milk.

Er...I need a loaf, as well.

There's a shop on the corner.

No.

- No, I'm not going to risk it. - No-one knows you're here.

We've kept it watertight.

You don't know Jimmy Fay.

He'll have men looking for me everywhere.

Aidensfield's a long way from Leeds.

He's got bent coppers there on his payroll.

It could easily leak out.

Even Leeds CID haven't been told where you are.

You're under our protection, that's all they know.

I just want the trial to be over.

And him to be put away.

We all do.

It won't be long now.

It's a right mess, but it doesn't look as if anything was taken.

What about in here?

There's nowt missing here either, Sergeant.

It's a bit of a puzzler, isn't it?

They were obviously after something.

- And didn't find it. - Not necessarily.

Could be an act of vandalism.

Someone with a grudge causing the mess.

- Anybody in mind, Sarge? - I have my thoughts.

I'll get scenes of crime to fingerprint the place first.

Then I'll take action.

Hello, stranger.

I hardly see you these days.

I'm around. I suspect you're a bit busy at the moment, though.

Chris and I aren't joined at the hip, you know.

I do still talk to other people.

We're friends as well as neighbours, aren't we?

Yeah, of course. Look, I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Sergeant Mills called me into Ashfordly.

- Oh. Anything serious? - I can't go into it.

But he's not best pleased.

Erm... I'm sorry to trouble you,

but you don't have any spare change? I'm trying to use the phone box.

- Doreen? - Sorry?

Doreen Crosby?

I don't believe it!

Joe?

I'll leave you two to it. I've got to get on.

What are you doing here?

Oh, long story.

Well, I moved from York when I got married.

- Yeah, yeah. I remember. - It didn't work out.

We divorced after two years.

Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.

Erm, I've been working as a hairdresser since.

Yeah, you always wanted to do that.

I'm trying to branch out, set up my own business.

A visiting rural hairdressing service.

Sounds interesting.

I don't need to ask what you've been up to these days.

Yeah. I joined the force after you left.

But you always talked about London, as I remember.

I changed my mind. I'm stationed here now.

I enjoy it.

It's really good to see you.

And you.

Erm...

I'm here for two or three days, I'm staying in a B&B.

Why don't we meet up?

We could go for a drink or something.

That sounds good. I'd like that.

Look, I'd feel happier if the police were here all the time.

We haven't got the manpower for that.

And there's no reason to suspect you're in any danger here.

We'll respond quickly to a call if anything comes up

and I'll be checking in on you two or three times a day.

Funny, isn't it?

I've been in trouble all my life with the police.

Now I really need you.

We need you, too. Don't worry.

Please keep calling in.

It, er... gets a bit lonely here.

I can understand that.

You seem all right for a copper.

I mean, you strike me as a decent woman.

Probably despise me for what I am.

A two-bit, lowlife villain.

Whatever you are, Mr Fletcher, I admire you

for the stand you've taken.

That requires real courage.

It doesn't mean I'm not scared, though, cos I am.

Please call me Alec.

I, er...

I only get called Mr Fletcher when I'm up before the beak.

All right, Alec.

I'll see you soon.

Right.

What I'm trying to say is that proper country folk

want a balance when it comes to poaching.

You know, they... they want a fair contest.

Like giving rabbits g*ns to sh**t back with, you mean?

No, I mean poachers, proper poachers,

they relish the challenge of pitting their wits

against a professional gamekeeper.

It's all part of the ritual, isn't it, Wally?

Aye, if you say so. I wouldn't know!

I mean, when there's a gamekeeper not worth his name,

any Tom, d*ck and Harry can go and grab what they want.

Well, you might soon be getting your wish.

Lord Ashfordly is looking for a new man.

- Oh, I was right. - He wants somebody

who knows the estate well, somebody who can handle a shotgun

and somebody... who knows the ways of the poacher.

You should apply, Peg.

You're well qualified, by the sounds of it.

♪ MUSIC: 'Driving Song' by Jethro Tull

♪ Will they ever stop drivin' me?

♪ Have they ever taken time to see

♪ That I need some rest

♪ If I'm to do my best?

Hey!

♪ Can I please stop workin' so hard? ♪

You were yards away and you didn't see it being nicked?

Well, I was helping this woman with her pram.

I've notified PCs Wetherby and Mason.

And Division have been informed, Sarge.

We'll be a laughing stock. First the break-in and now this.

The pub you were outside?

- The Bruce Arms. - Bruce Arms.

Isn't that where Gorman drinks?

I don't know.

- Who's he? - Gorman. Derek Gorman.

The bloke we did for drink-driving last month.

Oh, the lorry driver.

Yeah, I think he was caught driving away from the Bruce.

Well, he's been threatening to get even with us.

He might see nicking a panda car as doing that.

I think I'll pay Mr Gorman a visit.

What do you want me to do, Sergeant?

Ideally, disappear in a puff of smoke. Failing that,

I would like you to find the police car you so carelessly lost.

My new gamekeeper? I've never heard such a ludicrous suggestion.

Things need keeping under control, milord.

I'm as anxious as you are to see good gamekeeping on the estate.

Don't be absurd, you're one of the most notorious poachers round here.

That is not true.

However, I do have knowledge of the local poaching fraternity

and their ways. - I know damn well you do.

My lord, it's in nobody's best interest

to see the wholesale slaughter of game and wildlife.

- I am offering to help. - And I'm offering the door.

Out. Now.

Otherwise I'll assist your departure with my boot up your backside.

Looks like you'll be called by the prosecution on Thursday.

That's still two days away.

They can't stand their own kind, grasses.

If they find me first, I'm done for.

With your testimony, Jimmy Fay's going down for life.

I thought I had no choice after what he did.

It was sickening.

Barbaric.

He was... a decent family man, that newsagent.

With a wife. Young kiddies.

Jimmy had been putting the squeeze on him, had he?

A little corner shop, that's all he had.

He told Jimmy straight, "I can't afford any more. I won't pay."

I thought Jimmy might knock him about a bit, you know.

Instead, he took out his g*n.

Watched the poor man tremble in front of him.

Then just sh*t him.

No mercy.

I couldn't believe it.

My knees went weak.

He just...

he just turned to me and said...

.."Clear this mess up."

Then he left.

Untouchable.

That's what his face said.

"I'm Jimmy Fay, I've k*lled a man

and I'm untouchable."

I was sick.

Physically sick.

It made me realise what my life's amounted to.

If I only ever do one decent thing,

it'll be to put him where he belongs.

Behind bars, for good.

LAUGHS

In broad daylight?

Oh, that's a good one!

Well, I hope it's a write-off when you find it.

We don't see it as a laughing matter.

Were you at the Bruce Arms at the time the vehicle went missing?

- Mind your own business. - Theft is my business.

No, I wasn't. I haven't the brass to be out drinking.

- Where were you, then? - Since you took my licence away,

I've had no work to go to.

- I was here. - Can anyone verify that?

Why should they have to? What right have you to come here

- accusing me? - No-one's accusing you of anything.

I'm asking if anyone can confirm that you were here?

No. They can't.

My wife has been forced to go out to work now.

You'll have to take my word for it.

The nerve of the woman!

It would be like putting a fox in charge of a chicken coop.

I'll say this for her, she's never backward in coming forward,

is Peggy Armstrong.

We're laughing about it, but I still haven't found anyone.

I did ask around, my lord, but all the best blokes seem to be working.

It's open season up there at the moment.

Every Tom, d*ck and Harry's out at night.

That's exactly what Peggy Armstrong said.

- Ironic! - Yes.

You know, my lord, thinking about it,

there's an old saying,

set a thief to catch a thief.

What are you getting at, Blaketon?

Oh, you're in, are you?

I need a word.

As you know, Constable,

I'm not one for tittle-tattle.

I have better things to do with my time than spying on my neighbours.

- Of course. - But I do have a nose

for summat that's not quite right.

Go on.

Since Mrs Cumberworth passed away,

God rest her soul,

her daughter's rented out her house.

Anyroad, a chap's moved in there,

oh, two, three days ago.

He's never once stepped out of the door.

And... he's got a fancy woman calling on him.

- Fancy woman? - She never wears a wedding ring.

Pops round, stays for a bit, goes away.

All times of the day and night, she comes round.

Why are you telling me this?

Don't you think it's a bit peculiar?

They could be getting up to all sorts in there.

Like what?

These days, it could be anything.

I mean, dr*gs or what have you.

Or he might be paying her to come round

for a bit of how's-your-father.

- I'm sorry? - Well, you know,

she might be... one of them ladies of the night.

She looks the sort.

Any road, I've taken her car number.

Right. Erm...

Look, you leave it with me, Olive. I'll get on to it right away.

- As I say, I'm not a gossip. - No, of course not.

I'll be in touch.

Northallerton CID? PC Mason, Aidensfield.

Could you ask DS Dawson to get in touch?

Hey!

Would you believe it?

Why? What's up?

I have just been offered a job, David.

What? Didn't think you liked working.

Lord Ashfordly has hired me as his new gamekeeper.

What? He can't have!

He has. And I'm to start on the estate this very evening.

Oh. Well, that'll be handy, won't it?

You'd have been down there anyway tonight.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, this is different, David.

Tonight, I am going

empowered by the full authority of the law.

Tonight, I shall be the hunter.

Not the hunted.

I'll just...

OSCAR: So, have you got that?

There'll be a signpost when you turn off the Malton road.

Right, thanks.

Hello, Joe. I didn't spot you come in.

- Getting directions? - Out to some farmer's wife.

I phoned her and she agreed to try a new hairdo.

Her accent's thick as butter.

I couldn't make head nor tail of her directions.

That's country folk for you. You should have asked me.

I am the local bobby, after all.

Yeah.

But, out of uniform,

you're more like the dishy Joe Mason I used to know.

I fancied you in those days.

And me you. But if I remember rightly,

you were the one that ran off to get married.

Oh, yeah.

Well, we all make mistakes.

Let me get us a drink.

Evening, Joe.

Someone at the hospital was saying a police car's been stolen.

- Is that right? - Yes. Yes, it is.

LAUGHS

That's a bit embarrassing.

Is that why Miller called you in this morning?

No... that was something else.

Doesn't sound like someone's having a very good day.

She's the nurse I saw you with this morning, isn't she?

Yeah, we're neighbours.

Look, it's a bit crowded in here.

Tell you what, why don't we go back to my place?

We can have a drink there and catch up on old times.

I like the sound of that.

So... you never married, then?

No.

There's no-one special in your life?

Not really.

I got your message.

Oh, right. Could you excuse me a minute?

You're not on the game, are you, Sarge?

I beg your pardon?

Someone on my patch saw you going in and out of the house

of one of her neighbours.

She reckons the bloke in there is a bit dodgy.

Took down your number plate, thinks you might be

a visiting lady of the night.

This may seem amusing to you, PC Mason, but it's extremely important

you don't mention this to anyone.

Friends, colleagues, Sergeant Miller, anyone at all.

- Have you got that? - Some big hush-hush CID job, is it?

I can't discuss it.

But I don't want it known to anyone that I've been in that street.

- Do you understand? - Yeah, I understand.

And you can put a lid firmly on it

as far as this neighbour's concerned.

Tell her it's nothing to worry about.

OK.

I can't stress how important this is, PC Mason.

So... no-one special in your life, eh?

- Oh, no. No, she's just a... - A casual girlfriend?

A colleague. We work together.

Oh. A WPC?

No, she's my senior officer.

A sergeant in the CID.

Well, it must be important for her to come out and see you

at this time of night.

No. Just routine.

Well, either way,

there are enough attractive women round here.

I'd better take you home.

Doesn't seem right, going in through the gates.

We normally sneak in over a fence at the back.

Them days are gone, David.

Big changes are in the air now.

Open the gate for me, lad.

Right.

Let's bring some law and order into these wild woods, shall we?

Come on.

I knew me and Terry weren't right.

Even as we stood at the altar.

I was disappointed when you got married.

Were you?

I always had a bit of a thing for you.

I fancied you, too.

Should have been us, shouldn't it?

Who knows?

It's a bit late now.

Is it?

We're both single.

Available.

We haven't seen each other for years.

We hardly know each other now.

We could try to get to know each other.

How do we do that?

Well...

Here's a start.

PEGGY: Oi!

Stay right where you are.

♪ I put a spell on you

What are you playing at, Peggy? You made me jump.

You're nicked for poaching, Wally.

Don't be daft. Says who?

Says me.

Your new gamekeeper.

Now shift.

♪ I don't like the things you do

♪ Oh, baby

♪ I ain't lying

Come on. Come on.

- Oi! - Right. Inside.

With the others.

♪ I can't stand the things

Not a bad bag for one night, eh, David?

I'm off for my tea break now.

- Hang on a minute. - No, you stay and guard that door.

But...

♪ Because you're mine

♪ You hear me? ♪

KNOCK ON DOOR

Just popped in to say goodbye.

Can't you wait until I've shaved?

I've got an appointment. New hairdos don't wait.

HE LAUGHS

SHE LAUGHS

Oh! I'll see you later.

Yeah, you bet.

Anything through about this missing panda car?

Er... I don't think so. I haven't had time to check.

We've been a bit occupied.

The cells are full and there's a big demand

for a morning brew.

- Full? Who with? - Half a dozen poachers, Sergeant.

Caught on Lord Ashfordly's estate last night.

Who brought them in?

I did!

Morning, George.

Nice to be on the same side, at last.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hello, Doreen.

Well done, girl.

Jimmy will be proud of you.

I tried to find out, but...

I don't think he knows they're hiding Alec Fletcher here.

Mmm. Good fit.

We've got the uniform and the cop car to lift him.

But we have to find him.

Don't panic.

I may have chanced on something that could help.

A female CID sergeant came by and talked to Mason last night.

I couldn't pick up much, but...

I heard him ask her about a hush-hush CID job.

And?

She put a lid on it.

Makes sense.

Uniform are told nothing about Fletcher.

Only local CID are in the know.

How does that help us? We still haven't got the address.

I got her registration number.

Tail her. She could lead us to him.

Worth a sh*t.

You've done well.

I'll do anything for my Jimmy.

You know that.

Come on, you're free to go.

GENERAL HUBBUB

Right, let's get this lot sorted out.

Yes, come on.

And as a fellow custodian of the law, George,

I'm sure you'll agree with me

that we've been far too lenient with poachers in the past.

What action exactly do you expect the police to take in this matter?

Well, they deserve to be locked away, George,

and I think we should throw away the key.

Don't be absurd.

Society is too soft on criminals these days, George.

Sergeant Miller, if you don't mind.

They've admitted to trespass. They'll be cautioned and warned

about future transgressions.

And you can tell them they'll get both barrels if I catch them again.

I hope that, as gamekeeper, you are fully aware

of the laws pertaining to firearms, Mrs Armstrong?

Oh, yes. Of course.

Well, you just go and read them the riot act then, George.

Could I have a word, Sergeant? It's rather urgent.

Yes, of course.

Wetherby, sort this lot out. I want them all out of here.

Especially her.

You hung it up after work last night?

- Did you go out anywhere? - I went to the Aidensfield Arms.

I was gone about half an hour.

Did you check it was hung up when you got back?

- Well, I had no reason to. - And you didn't go out again?

No.

So, assuming no-one broke in and stole your uniform

from your bedroom while you were asleep,

it's most likely it was taken when you were at the pub.

I'm afraid it's not quite that simple, Sergeant.

Oh?

Come on, boys.

You did an excellent job last night, by all accounts.

Just a start, milord.

I'm determined to rid our estate of those

who would trespass on our land

and take our game.

My land. My game, Mrs Armstrong.

Just a figure of speech, your lordship.

BARKING Hey up!

What's this?

Excuse me.

Just spotted an intruder.

I used to know her quite well.

But that was a few years ago.

Did you have an argument or anything?

Could she have taken it to get back at you in some way?

It wasn't like that.

I was supposed to be see her this evening.

But when I called at the B&B she was supposed to be staying at,

they'd never heard of her.

When I couldn't find her, I realised

maybe she had something to do with that stolen panda car as well.

Go on!

Right! Hold it there.

Peggy, you made me jump.

Just taking Deefer out for a morning walk.

Not on my land, you're not.

Don't be daft. I always walk her here, you know I do.

Not any more. You're trespassing.

What?

You weren't saying that last night

when I was helping you catch them poachers.

You had permission last night. You haven't got it today.

I don't want you wandering over my land willy-nilly.

Your land?

No, Peggy, I think all this is going to your head.

Out. Now.

I'm seeing you off. Come on.

First the break-in. Then the car is taken.

And now PC Mason's uniform is stolen.

It's a very worrying sequence of events.

Er, CRO check on Doreen.

She has some previous for theft.

And she's known to move in criminal circles in the Leeds area.

I'm sorry, everyone.

Doreen was a decent girl when I knew her.

All right. My concern now is to find out what's going on

and to prevent it.

The theft of the car and the uniform would indicate that somebody's

intending to impersonate a police officer.

The break-in was probably to find information.

Any guess as to what we're looking for?

There is something we might check on, Sergeant.

- Yes? - By chance I learned that DS Dawson

was conducting a secret CID operation in Aidensfield.

Could it be to do with that?

I don't know anything about a CID operation. Alf?

Er... nothing's come through, Sarge.

What is this operation?

I've no idea. DS Dawson wouldn't tell me.

But she did stress how important it was.

Alf, get Northallerton CID on the line.

Put it through to my office. Mason, with me.

Only one more day.

I'm not sure which is making me more nervous,

Jimmy's men looking for me or the court case.

I'll get you some more cigarettes.

LOCKS DOOR

Thank you, ma'am.

I always take Deefer for a walk here. We're not doing any harm.

I can't turn blind eyes, David.

Not in my position.

With power comes responsibil...

Would you believe it?

The cheeky blighter.

- What? - Wally Buxton.

He's failed by night, so he's trying his luck by day.

Oi!

Oi! You're trespassing.

Oh, you want to play games, do you?

Well, we'll see about that.

Stop! Or I'll sh**t!

Agh!

Oh, dear. I think you might have sh*t him, Aunt Peg.

No.

No, I can't have.

Wally?

Wally, are you all right?

You fired a load of buckshot into his...

..you know, his...

..bottom.

Ugh! Crazy old bag.

You could have k*lled me.

Agh!

I understand, but I could at least have been informed

that CID were operating on my patch.

They've confirmed the operation, but they won't give any details yet.

I know the street that DS Dawson has been visiting, sir.

We've been ordered to keep away for hours.

Meanwhile, we'll have to pursue other lines of inquiry.

Like trying to find your old girlfriend.

- What is it? - Police, Mr Fletcher.

Your hiding place has been discovered.

You need to leave with a matter of urgency.

Where's Sergeant Dawson?

We're to meet at the new safe house. Come on, we've got to get out.

UNLOCKS DOOR

No. No!

It's time... to move!

ENGINE STARTS

Don't think there's any real cause for alarm, Wally.

The pellets are embedded in the, erm...

fleshy bit. - No cause for alarm?

- She sh*t me! - I meant you're not in any danger.

I'll get out what I can, clean it up a bit,

then get you to hospital to have any remaining pellets removed.

It were a complete accident, weren't it, David? Tell him.

You witnessed the incident, did you?

Aunt Peggy saw him coming through a fence.

She shouted, "Stop, or I'll sh**t,"

and then she sh*t him. - I did no such thing,

you great lummox!

I tripped and my g*n went off.

Did you thr*aten to sh**t him?

Well, yes, I may have warned him.

But the g*n was an accident.

You saw me trip and fall.

I'm not sure I did, actually.

What are you playing at?

You saw what happened.

Oh, I remember you trying to chuck me and Deefer out of the woods,

stop us walking here. - Oh!

I don't know why you're wasting your time on a worthless poacher.

You know yourself that he was only cautioned for it this morning.

Don't listen to any of her twaddle. She sh*t me!

Alec?

If you do find Miss Crosby, please contact us immediately.

Thanks.

Leeds police say she's not been back to her address.

She disappeared a short time after a man called Jimmy Fay was arrested.

Fay?

Now, he's a big-time villain.

Coming up for trial soon, I believe.

Leeds reckon that Doreen is his current girlfriend.

I've been a complete idiot.

DOOR OPENS

Is Sergeant Miller in?

I've already lodged a complaint with CID.

I should have been put in the picture much sooner, Sergeant.

Division felt it best that as few officers know as possible.

And now you've lost him.

I'm responsible for this patch.

It might have been a courtesy to at least inform me of the basics.

You'd best take it up with Division.

There was no sign of a break-in or a struggle,

so either this Alec Fletcher left of his own free will...

Which I don't consider likely.

Or he was lifted to prevent him giving evidence in the trial of...

Fay. A Leeds villain called Jimmy Fay.

Sergeant, I've just learned that Doreen is Fay's girlfriend.

Well, that's it, then.

Jimmy's g*ng used your uniform and the police car

as a way to lift Fletcher.

That would seem the most likely explanation, yes.

All right, Wetherby, let's have you out there.

Alf, get on to Division. We need to set up roadblocks.

But... how would they have known where he was?

Did you let something slip to her?

Of course not. You told me not to say anything to anyone and I didn't.

All right, let's keep the inquest until later, Sergeant.

We need to find this Fletcher and this g*ng, and fast.

You won't find sitting down easy for the next couple of days.

She can't just do that, can she? sh**t people?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Excuse me. Sorry.

Mrs Armstrong maintains that the g*n went off by accident.

It did not. She threatened to sh**t me.

Then pulled the trigger.

That's quite a serious allegation.

Yeah, well these are quite serious wounds.

Not really, they're all superficial.

They'll heal quite quickly. Well, maybe, but she did sh**t me.

She can't deny that. I want her arrested.

And if you don't do owt about it, I will. I'll see a solicitor.

I'll sue her. And Lord Ashfordly. You'll see.

Ow!

ENGINE STOPS

Oh, Constable Mason.

I want to say thank you to you.

- I need an urgent word, Olive. - A lot of people these days

knock the police, but I consider that first rate service.

- First rate. - Olive...

Arresting that chap.

- The man down the lane, you mean? - Yeah.

First I report my suspicions,

then you lot arrest him,

a police car comes by,

takes him away. Well done.

Oh, look, here comes t'other one.

Bold as brass.

You want to take her in as well.

She confirms a police car came for him.

I'll let Miller know. Try and get more details off her.

I'll have another look in the house. They might have left something.

PC Mason confirms he's definitely been lifted.

I don't give much for his chances now.

Excuse me, Sergeant Miller.

This sh**ting incident on Lord Ashfordly's estate.

What about it?

Well, Mrs Armstrong admits responsibility,

but claims it was an accident.

Wally Buxton reckons it was deliberate.

- That's a serious allegation. - Exactly what I said.

I said, "That's a serious allegation," just like you did now.

- I said it, as well. - Yes.

All right, Younger.

Have you enough evidence to charge her?

I'm not sure, Sarge.

But Wally Buxton threatened to sue her and Lord Ashfordly.

Did he now?

Write up your notes and let me have them.

Keep me informed as to what's going on out there, Alf.

Neither of us is going to come out of this smelling of roses, you know.

Dead right. She completely took me in, did Doreen.

There is something. It's a long sh*t.

But yesterday, when I met her in the pub, Doreen was writing down

directions to somewhere. To do with hairdressing, she said.

How does that help?

The hairdressing business was obviously a lie.

But she did need directions to somewhere.

- Where? Do you remember? - She didn't ask me.

It was Oscar Blaketon.

Yes, I remember her asking me.

Now, where was it she was after?

This could be very important, Oscar.

Hmm.

Yes, some farm or other off the Malton Road.

What was it called?

Craghill?

Craghill. Yeah, that was it.

Craghill Farm.

DING

Oh. Hello, my lord.

- What can I do for you? - Afternoon, Ventress.

Sergeant Miller asked me to drop by when I had a moment.

Oh. Would you like to come through?

I always show loyalty to my staff and workforce, Sergeant.

I'm sure you do, my lord.

And I shall stand by Mrs Armstrong, cos I do not believe for one moment

that she'd deliberately sh**t at another person.

Neither do I. She says it was an accident and I believe her.

There you are, then.

But I'm afraid it's not as simple as that, sir.

According to PC Younger,

Wally Buxton is threatening a civil action

against her and you as her employer.

Really?

It seems she's ruffled a few feathers,

being poacher turned gamekeeper.

She's done a damned good job so far.

But she's making enemies and, if Wally Buxton does sue,

it would bring unwelcome publicity to the estate

and, as he was sh*t on your land, any claim for compensation

might prove costly.

I see what you mean.

It's definitely them. Doreen and at least two men.

The panda car's hidden in the barn.

We don't know how many there are and they could be armed.

We can't risk going in with just two of us.

If we wait too long, we risk his life.

Come on.

Come.

That's it. Stop there.

I'm sorry for you.

But you should never have betrayed my Jimmy.

WHIMPERS

Goodbye, grass.

The cops will never find you now.

SIREN

Police! Stay where you are.

Get back or he's dead.

Don't be stupid, you'll be done for m*rder.

I mean it!

Back away.

That can't be much fun.

Hope it hasn't changed your mind about Jimmy Fay.

Oh, no.

If anything, it's made me more determined

to see that man face justice.

Good.

Let's go and get you cleaned up.

It gives me no pleasure, Mrs Armstrong,

but Wally Buxton is prepared to drop his action

only if I get rid of you as gamekeeper.

I were too good for him, that's why.

Indeed. You were showing great promise.

I will, of course, compensate you.

And pay a week's wages.

That's very kind of you.

But I prefer cash, if you don't mind.

Thanks, Oscar.

Don't forget, Sarge, any time CID get into a mess,

just call on uniform and we'll sort it out for you.

Yeah, yeah.

I can't believe she just cynically used me like that.

She's obviously obsessed with this Fay character.

They do say love is blind.

Hiya.

Yeah, they do, don't they?

Never mind, Aunt Peg.

I suspect the sneaky hand of Sergeant Miller behind all this.

Any road, so be it.

If Lord Ashfordly doesn't want me on his side,

well, he'd better find a jolly good replacement.

Because I'm back with the opposition now.