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

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

And sell myself the way I do.

You do this, I'll get the rest. Go on.

Precision notice posting of you?

Do I detect a note of sarcasm,
Constable?

Ah, just observing, just observing.

Standards, Radley, a dirty word I know,
but a sloppy notice board is the first

sign of a community on the skin.

Hang on.

That's Barry Dixon.

Well, well, well.

Doesn't time fly?

I thought he died in bed.

He did.

This is the way he wanted to go.

When you think about it, it's only the
same as them warrior kings who were

buried with their horses so they could
carry on when they reached the other

side.

Really? So what you're saying is this is
Jim's idea of a career move, is it?

His widow had to respect his last
wishes, Claude.

Mind you, from the look of his box, he
must have left her a few, Bob.

Well, he had a nice little number going,
did Jim?

I mean, sweeping chimneys were only his
bread and butter.

He made his jam with a ceremonial roll.

Ceremonial roll? What was that, then?

Well, folks used to book him for
weddings to bring the contestants good

Did they?

Hmm. Two pounds for sweeping a chimney,
seven for a wedding.

What's his mistress doing with the rest
of his paraphernalia?

I don't know. Why?

I think I'd better get around there just
before she decides to send him off with

any more of his fixtures and fittings.

Hello, Mum.

Hello, dear.

What's up?

You've got a visitor.

Oh, you shouldn't have let him in. He
said you and him were close.

What does he want?

The money, Mrs Dixon.

He's just come out of prison. He hasn't
got any money.

Well, my bosses seem to think
differently. What bosses?

The ones who paid out after your Barry
here did that bank.

He's a bounty hunter for insurance
company.

My son's done his time.

Now let him be.

Oh, I said we were close, Mrs Dixon.

And that's how it's going to be from now
on.

Like Siamese twins.

Eh, Barry?

Another orange juice and a half a
bitter, please.

Fresh glasses for house guests, Mr Tidy.

Oh, thank you.

So have you planned your route, then?

Yes, we're going over the moor via
Falling Foss. Yeah, that'd be nice.

Do you know it?

Well, no. I'm not a great rambler, to be
honest.

Can't do enough time on my feet as it
is.

Well, people say how lovely the views
are near that waterfall.

Good.

Staff a crown, please.

Oh.

Oh.

Nice couple. I think they might be in
for a disappointment.

Why? I heard Lord Ashfordly was closing
the right away.

How can he do that? It's his land, Gina.

He can do what he wants.

They'll find another route.

How do you want me?

Well, usually I ask customers to be
themselves, but there's clearly no point

this case.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm just saying that Jim was a natural
in front of the camera because he was a

chimney sweep.

Was he? Well, I'm paying the bill, so
just use your imagination.

Just try and get me best side.

Well, let's just say you're least worse,
shall we?

We hadn't better.

What is that?

Oscar, what can we do for you?

Well, it's more what I can do for you,
Ventus.

Barry Dixon.

Do you remember him?

Yeah.

Well, he's out of Clink. I saw him
getting off the bus at Aidensfield

Well, what of it?

Well, we all know why he's come back,
don't we? And I thought Craddock could

with an early warning.

Well, you're too late, Oscar.

Dixon's beaten you to it.

Well, the way I see it, I've done my
porridge.

All I want now is a normal life.

In Aidensfield?

Yeah, for the time being, yeah, till I
get myself sorted out. I grew up there.

My mother still lives there.

She's all the family I've got.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr Dixon, but what you
describe doesn't constitute an offence.

Oh, so he can harass me and my mam day
and night, can he?

Rules for some, rules for others.

Well, I suppose you could try handing
the money back.

We're at the right place. Of course,
we've been over it enough times.

Well, what are we going to do?

Well, if we don't take this route, we're
lost.

It's clearly marked as a right of way.

Oh, I say we take it.

Well, come on, let's go, let's go, let's
go. Let's start.

Tell me that you never leave me. Oh,
come on, let's go.

Again, again, again, again, again.

Well...

I'll pretend you haven't heard.

Suppose he comes after us?

It's probably got nothing to do with
him. Come on.

Sergeant

Blaketon.

Mr. Blaketon to you, Dixon.

I'm a civilian now.

Oh, out to grass, eh? Not exactly.

I run the post office in Aidensfield, so
you can cross that off your list of

possibles for starters.

Like an elephant you are, Sergeant
Blaketon.

The memory, the ears.

Ten years inside hasn't knocked the
cockiness out of you, has it?

Sorry, Sergeant.

No.

I came to warn you about him, Craddock.

What did he want, Sarge?

Insurance companies put Ed Baxter on his
tail.

He's complaining about harassment.

What does he want, protection?

He's a free man, Mr. Blaketon.

Entitled to the same consideration as
any other member of the public.

That's what you think.

He may have done his time, but he's back
now to finish the job.

And Scarpa with his stash. And you
expect us to stop him?

Well, stolen money remains stolen money.

So it's over to you, Sergeant.

Well, anyone fancy a spot of overtime
leaning on the lamppost outside Mrs.

Dixon's? Well, I'm not. And that was a
joke, Ventress.

Morning.

Where are you going?

I'm at the Fallen Foss.

Didn't you read the times?

Well, it's a public right of way, mate.

It's closed.

Who says?

Lord Ashfordly.

With whose permission?

He doesn't need permission.

Oh, I think you'll find it wrong there,
mate.

Oh, so you can't read or listen?

Come on, Ron, let's go back.

No.

No. What harm are we doing?

This area's for grouse, mister. For the
breeding, feeding and shooting of them.

Now we're done back to the road.

Not in your life.

Ron, are you all right?

I must have frightened him.

Come on, Ron, let's go.

Go on.

Plenty of walking on the other side of
the moor.

It's probably unnecessary.

A wide precaution, Mr Tiny.

You said the dog was on a leash?

Yes. How did it happen, then?

I must have walked too near, I suppose.

Nonsense. The keeper set the dog on you.
I don't think so, Doreen. He did.

I saw it.

And this was one of Lord Ashfordley's
keepers? We assume so.

Well, if I were you, I'd have a word
with Constable Bradley.

You had every right to be on that part.

We don't want to cause any fuss, stop
there.

No.

What do you mean, no?

There's no way that's going up in my
window. It's obtaining money under false

pretenses. What are you talking about?
What do you mean, what am I talking

about?

Available for weddings to bring you
luck.

I've bought Jim Fiddler's business,
haven't I? And all the gear that goes

it. That's as may be.

But you didn't buy the right to dole out
luck.

You'll have to climb up a few chimneys
before you can claim that one.

I remember the time you said luck was my
middle name.

That's because I never put you behind
bars.

Who'd have thought you'd have ended up
behind them?

Your guest can't think we're too
friendly in these

parts. I know. I should have warned
them.

Somebody said they'd close the path.

Have they complained to Mike?

I don't think so.

After all, it was them who were
trespassing.

Mary, that must have been a public right
of way for you.

Well, it isn't now.

Evening, Mary.

A pint of bitter, please.

Ah, just for Matt.

Why's that? I don't know who you were
drinking to.

No, no, no. There's somebody over here
I'd like you to meet.

Excuse me, Mary. I don't mind paying if
you have to, but do you reckon you could

put that... hang it up somewhere?

All right.

By the way, I've been looking through
Jim Fiddler's books and apparently it

due to come here to do your chimneys. I
know.

I'll have to find a replacement now.
What do you think I am?

And what did you ever know about
cleaning chimneys, Lord?

Oh, plenty.

I'm thinking of using the traditional
Dickensian method and all. I mean, you

don't know it yet, but I'm putting David
on a diet.

Well, look, I'm very sorry your
holiday's got off to such a bad start.

Better luck tomorrow.

Yeah. Sorry, Mike, that's not good
enough.

Mr and Mrs Tidy were assaulted.

It sounds like more of an accident to
me, Neil. Mike, the moment they defied

keep -out signs, they were set upon.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

It is private land.

With a public right of way marked on
every map and guidebook.

Lord Ashfordly is riding roughshod over
the access agreement.

Look, whether it's right or wrong, it's
not a police matter.

It's between Lord Ashfordly and the
county council.

Now, if you all feel so strongly about
it, I suggest you have a word with Ed.

Very nice to have met you.

Thank you.

We can't let this stop here.

If you're happy to try again tomorrow,
we'll see you on your way.

What do you think, Ron?

You've got nothing to lose.

I'll get you a drink. Oh, dear.

Fine, thanks.

Can I get you a drink?

Too late, Mike.

It's on the house. Thanks, Gina.

So, working overtime?

Well, just later than usual.

But I was in the village and Gina wanted
some advice on a licensing matter.

You seem less death -bound than me.

Probably. But it gets me out from under
my uncle's beady eyes.

Bit of a tyrant, is he?

No, he's a dear.

But he fusses.

So, um...

Is he the reason you're up in this part
of the world?

No, more or less.

But all this, I mean, I don't get a bit
bored, though.

No, not really.

Well, at least not for the moment.

Anyway, you came up from the remote,
didn't you? So you're a bit of an oddity

yourself.

Well, that makes two of us, doesn't it?

Cheers.

Cheers.

Thank you, Kelly. Most useful.

If there's anything else, sir?

No, no, Mr Judd and I will deal with it.
You just concentrate on getting those

horses on their toes, ready for Thirsk
and Redcar.

Yes, Lord, I should leave. Good night,
sir.

I want the pathway patrolled throughout
daylight hours. Yes, sir.

These troublemakers.

Geordies, you say?

I believe so, sir.

Well, we'd better show them how we do
things round here, hadn't we? Yes, sir.

Good morning, Mr Cooper.

Gentlemen. Morning.

Bow to the people.

Quiet! The dog was with you, I suppose.

Aye. What time did you get back?

Just past midnight.

I was in a card school with some of the
lads.

Which lads?

Estate workers and some lads from the
stables.

Have you any idea who might have done
this?

Yes, I do.

And so do you.

All right, if I board the window up now?

Yes. Go on.

So, uh, what do you think?

Not much.

Hey,

that's not much good. It's got less air
than me, that.

Oi!

What are you two up to?

We're making an attempt on the land
speed record with the aid of a brush.

does it look like?

Are you doing Dixon's chimney?

Yes, and what's it got to do with you in
that order?

Listen, if you find out up there flew,
will you let me know about it?

They might, if the rewards were just.

Oh, there'll be something in it for you,
if you find out.

Any chance of a few quid up front, just
in case we don't?

The slogan's been painted on the side of
the house and a window's been broken.

No entry?

Mr Cooper says they've got in down
there.

How do you know that?

His dog told him.

He thinks it was a revenge attack by the
couple from Newcastle.

Well, you'd better talk to them, or else
I'll never get Lord Ashfordly off my

back. Sarge, I can't see a stranger to
the area, finding their way here in the

middle of the night.

It's hard enough to find in daylight.

Well, it seems as though they used sheep
dye to scrawl on the walls and door.

Meaning? Well, it's likely it's the work
of a local.

Just find them, ask them down to the
station.

The station, Sarge?

No, but previous.

I'm just nipping trouble in the bud,
Bradley.

That's it, David!

Lovely! Pull it back, David!

Now, Mrs Dixon, I don't think you'll
have any more trouble.

Thank you, Mr Greenberg.

Thank you very much.

Pleasure to do it for you. Isn't it,
David?

Yes.

Would you like a little bit of your
stuff for your garden?

Yes, thank you. Well, David will look
after that, won't you?

Thank you very much indeed. Very kind.

Well, that's what I know, then.

Oh, yeah.

It is what you were looking for.

Gina, we want to talk to the Tideys. Are
they still upstairs?

You've just missed them, Mike. They
popped out with Neil and Maggie.

Do you know where?

Not for certain, no.

Are they trying to walk the same path
that they did yesterday?

We need to question them, Gina.

Why?

Well, the Keeper's Cottage was
vandalised last night.

Oh, you can't think it was the Tideys.
They were here last night.

You sure about that?

Yes.

When was the last time you saw them?

About 11 o 'clock.

And when did you turn in?

About quarter past.

Well, he could have left the pub after
that.

Well, they've got a key, if that's what
you mean, Alf.

Come on.

Lord Ashfordly says they're stirring up
trouble.

Rubbish. It's him who's causing the
trouble. And there's a petition on the

signed by others who think the same.

Claude Greengrass and David are here to
sweep the chimney.

I'd better take the washing in.

OK. A petition?

Yeah. And you can sign it on your way
out if you want.

Mr. Scripps? Yeah?

Barry Dixon.

What can I do for you? I'm after a job.

Oh, yeah? What's your trade?

I've done all sorts.

Toy making, gardening, car maintenance.

They kept you busy inside, then. You've
got it, Mr. Scripps.

Well, I can't deny I do need a hand.

Temporary, like nothing permanent.
Whatever.

Something just to get me on my feet.

As it happens, the regular grave digger,
Claude Greengrass, has turned his hand

to chimney sweeping.

Can you dig a grave?

I reckon so.

Done a bit of tunnelling.

Yeah, well... Is he with you?

Sort of.

Is he looking for a job as well?

No, he's got one.

What do you think?

They'll be down the other side. Come on.

Oh!

Here they come.

I thought you at least could read,
Doctor.

All right, stop us, Mr Jad. I have every
right. You're trespassing.

We've been using this path for years.

When Lord Ashfordly seemed fit to let
you.

Nonsense. This was right away before
Ashfordly was even born.

Oh,

I see. You're going to set the dog on
all of us, are you? The dog's steady.

on. Neil.

What's going on? The trespassing
constable.

You know that's not true, Mike. Tell
them to let us through.

Well, it is private land, Neil. You'll
have to sort it out with the council.

Oh, I see.

Besides, we'd like Mr and Mrs Tidy to
accompany us down to the station.

What? What for?

Well, to answer a couple of questions
about an incident.

What incident?

That's between them and us, Neil. They
were at my house the other night.

Mike, what's happened?

An out -butt vandal. That's enough,
Cooper.

What's he talking about?

It's all right, Mrs Bolton. We don't
want to cause any trouble.

Come on.

You were in the bar until then?

Ten -ish, yes.

Then where?

We went to our room.

To sleep?

Not immediately.

I was reading and Ron was listening to
the violin.

The landlady said she saw you at about
eleven.

Was that downstairs?

Yes. I'd left me cardigan in the bar.

What do you do for a living, Mr Tidy?

I'm a clerk.

In the shipbuilding industry?

Er, no. Why do you ask?

I was curious.

Workers in your part of the world have a
reputation, don't they?

For what?

Knowing their rights, demanding their
tea breaks.

I seem a bit feudal here, kowtowing to
the local squire.

I'm a pen pusher who rambles. I'm not a
shop floor activist.

Really?

Sorry, Sarge.

Miss Lambert's here.

What for?

She says she's representing Mr and Mrs
Tidy.

Thank you.

Newcastle Bog Trotters.

Pardon? It's a rambling club.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Thank you, Miss Lambert.

Pleasure.

Dr Bolton sent for you.

Does it matter?

There are miles of paths over the moor,
Miss Lambert. Why on earth make an issue

out of just one?

Asperley's acting like a bully, and
probably illegally.

That's not a police matter. Malicious
damage is.

And do you really think the Tideys had a
hand in this?

Bad motive?

And so did Ashfordly's keepers.

What do you mean?

I mean they could have staged it to
discredit the tidies.

That's a serious accusation.

Why don't you put it to Lord Ashfordly
himself?

Well, I might just do that.

I know he won't hear it any other way.

Sergeant.

Watcher.

Yes, Sarge.

Let's be clear.

Badly though they've been treated, this
protest is not for Ron and Doreen Tidy's

sake, but for everyone who lives and
visits here.

In the past, walkers have gone to jail
to win the right to roam.

By reneging on his agreement to give us
access, Lord Ashfordly has shown his

contempt for that right, and with it his
contempt for ordinary people.

Yes, that's the point.

When we arrive on mass tomorrow, perhaps
he'll see things differently.

Take a marry?

Evening, mate.

How's it been?

What's going on in there?

It's a protest meeting.

Protest meeting? More like an
insurrection.

I think they want Lord Ashfordly's head
on a pole.

Straight up your street then, Claude.
Why aren't you in there?

Well, we're a load of ramblers, not
likely.

And as you well know, Michael, I happen
to be a landowner myself.

Oh, yeah.

Landowner. Eric.

Thanks.

When the Tideys set out this morning,
did they ask for a packed lunch and

something to drink?

No. What about yesterday?

No. Why do you want to know?

Well, I picked up their bags at the
station, and for a full day's hike, they

seem to be travelling curiously mine.

Tell me, how did they leave a book in
here?

By letter, a while back.

Have you still got it?

Yeah, I've got it somewhere.

If I might just say something, Dr.
Bortner?

Yes, of course, Ron.

As outsiders, Doreen and myself would
like to thank you for your consideration

to us.

When we came here for a few days
rambling, we little thought it would

like this.

But since it has, we are determined to
return your support in full.

Just one thing.

Rather than confront Lord Ashfordly head
-on, might it not be better to do

something less predictable?

You sent a confirmation of booking to
this address?

Yes. Why?

It's not the one they gave us in the
nick.

May I, uh... Yeah.

Your pen, I think.

Yes, where did you find it?

Well, I didn't.

Gina did when she was clearing out the
pub.

Well, thank you.

It was a 21st present. I would have
panicked.

I've just made a coffee. Would you like
one?

Well, yeah, yeah.

That'd be lovely.

Come in.

We have a cover home.

Ah, nice house.

You shouldn't have put yourself out.

I was, uh, I was passing.

Really?

No.

Milk and sugar?

Uh, black, no sugar, thanks.

No,

you weren't passing.

No, I took the opportunity.

I see.

So, did you manage to talk to Lord
Ashfordly?

Yes. Has Craddock sent you snooping?

No, no, no. I was just... Did you have
any joy?

Well, what do you think?

He's a stubborn man, the lad.

I'm stupid to think the problem will
just go away.

When you're going to make sure it
doesn't.

Not me, Constable. The people.

Oh, yeah, yeah, the people.

Hey, is it possible we can drop the
Constable thing when I'm in your

In your civvies, but still on duty.

This is some serious map -webbing you're
doing here.

I'd heard you were an outdoor profuse
man.

So are you with us or against us?

Depends on what you've got in mind.

It's going to take more than a good term
with a fountain pen for me to tell you

that.

Constable.

What's been decided?

Good.

Rich. Of course there are risks, but now
this is blown up, we'll have to make

the best of it.

You don't think we should wait?

Come back when things have quietened
down.

We'll do exactly as I said, Ron.

I've waited ten years for it, and I'll
wait no longer.

Newcastle City Police.

Charge office, please.

P .C. Mike Bradley.

Ashfordly Police.

In the North Riding.

Thank you.

Well, thanks very much for your help. I
look forward to hearing from you.

You better look lively.

The Angry Brigade are gathering outside
the pub.

Really? How many?

Getting on for a dozen.

Gina reckons they'll fill the share of
them.

Well, I'd better keep Craddock up to
press, then.

Maggie? Yeah?

What information would it be if you were
expecting upwards of 20 protectors?

Our job's to remain neutral and prevent
public disorder.

An assault's an assault whether it's on
private land or not.

Yeah, there's me bona fides.

Your what?

Letters of recommendation from satisfied
customers.

Proving me I'm a fully ordained and
practising sweeper of chimneys. Are you

telling me that all these people
actually let you into their homes?

And not only let me, Oscar.

Welcome me with open fireplaces. So just
admit you're wrong and get me adverts

stuck up.

Take a hike along the footpath, find out
what Ashfordy's men are up to. Right,

Sarge. I'll stay in touch with Bradley.
You show everyone else the lay of the

land. Sarge, right, you two stay down
here. John, stand by the plan.

Delta Alpha 2 -1 to Panda 1.

They left yet, Bradley?

Not yet, Sarge. There's about a dozen
and growing.

Come on, Oscar, don't mess about.

Morning, Greengrass.

Oh, morning, Mr Wilford.

You'll be on hand for Cynthia's big day.

Can I duck?

I'm honouring all Jim Fiddler's bookings
and at the agreed price, of course.

Splendid.

It's a silly superstition, but it all
adds to the day.

Now, we'd like you outside the church,
as is the custom.

But also at the house, when she leaves
with me before the wedding.

Oh, right. Well, we'll be there. And
I'll be putting a couple of bags of soot

as well, you can use on your flowerbeds.
Oh, that's very kind of you, Claude.

It's all part of the service. It's only
five bob extra.

They're over at the Bragg start.

There's about 15 of them, all carrying
field sticks.

Any shotguns? I don't think so.

Well, that's something.

Bye, Mike.

Mikey.

Morning, Constable.

Ciao, mate.

Gina, where's Mrs. Tidy?

Oh, I think she's gone down with Lou.
She's better off in bed.

Panda 1 to Delta Alpha 2 -1.

Yes, Bradley.

The bus has collected them, Sarge.
There's about 20 of them.

I'll follow them up.

Come on, gentlemen!

Drop the pathway!

Adenfield Police. Can I help you?

No, he's not here, but can I take a
message?

Newcastle City Police.

Shouldn't we be seeing something by now?

Perhaps the bus stopped to pick up more.

at third point, you'd use the east
entrance today, okay?

Come on, lads, we're running late.

The X this.

Everybody out, come on! That's it, come
on! Everybody out! Everybody out! That's

it! Everybody out, everybody out! Spread
out, spread out, please!

Good morning, peaceful progress.

Keep going, boss!

That's it, to the box!

Come on, out of it.

This is a peaceful protest. No force,
please.

Lord Ashfordly's paid fees for these
horses. If they miss their races, you

are for it. Now get that bus moved.

Sorry, Mr Kelly.

Call the police. We shall not, we shall
not be moved.

We shall not, we shall not be moved.

Aidensfield Police, can I help you?

No, he's not here, but can I take a
message?

The bus is at the stables, but isn't
Constable Bradley there?

Sarge, the protesters.

They're at Lord Esherley's stables.
What? The old bus, fool.

They've gone to the stables, everyone
down there. Come on, move up.

Come on. You know you're land robbers.
Come on, gentlemen, move, move, move.

I suppose you saw who did this.

I look like a grass, Mr. Bradley.

Mike!

Oh, come on, let's get after him, then!

Mike! Mike!

What is it?

Oh, come on! Two messages.

Go on.

One from Newcastle City Police.

According to their files, they
questioned Ron Tidy in connection with a

at the bank where he was working.

What bank robbery?

In Newcastle, a while back.

They caught the main man, but they
suspected Tidy of being the inside

accomplice. But they could never prove
anything.

Who's Ron Tidy?

What's the other one?

The boss hasn't gone to the moor. It's
picketing Lord Ashfordly's stables

instead. The stables? You sure?

Gina said they were going to spring a
surprise.

Was that Ron Tidy's idea?

I think he was in on it, yes.

Sergeant Craddock and Ashfordly's men
are on their way to the stables now.

So the moor's unguarded? I don't know.

Look, I've got a good idea where Barry's
going. Thanks. Come on. Cheers,

Bernard.

between these parties.

going to remove these people, Sergeant.
I'll instruct my own men to do it.

Whatever you get your men to do, sir,
they won't be able to shift this bus.

Why not? Where's the driver? He's over
there, but he hasn't got the key.

Then who has? We don't know.

You see any bikes here?

The police are here.

Let's go.

It's too risky, Ron.

He's done his...

By the waterfall.

That's the one, mate. That's where the
moment is. I'm going in. Hey!

Hey!

You can't get away from me this time!

Surprise, surprise, victim!

We've got you now!

Stop! Get away from me, mate! Don't
look,

Barry! All them years you're dreaming
about this moment!

Go on, make a run for it! I could do
with some exercise!

Give up the money, Barry, come on! Come
on, Barry, no more! The game's up,

don't!

Come on, Barry. Come on, mate.

Don't be stupid, Barry. I went in ten
years, Trinny.

Don't be so stupid, Barry. I didn't want
to let you out of here. No!

Go on. No!

Go on!

I'll get you for this, Trinny. It's the
last thing I do. I swear I'll get you

for this.

There really was gold in them there
hills.

What happens to Dixon now? Nothing. He's
already done his time.

And the tidy?

Nothing but circumstantial evidence to
connect him with the money.

Oh, comfortable.

Mr Lambert, come in.

Hey, Mr Greengrass, you look just like
that bloke out of that film.

Who's that? Al Jolson.

No, you know, um, Julie Andrews.

What are you on about?

I'm much taller than she is.

Oh, Mary, pop up.

Pop out. Pop in!

Well, she were in it, and that bloke, he
were in it as well.

So will we be if we don't get to this
wedding, so will you get in the truck?

Dick Van Dyke.

Who's he, then?

Get in, will you?

But some of these maps are years old.
Yes, they are, and what they show are a

number of forgotten byways crossing your
land, some of which you've actually

built over.

I can test any application to the
council. Yes, of course, but do you

want to take the risk?

How many people know about this?

Well, in general, maps are open to
scrutiny to whoever's interested.

But as for these, well, these haven't
been disturbed for years.

So just you two?

As far as we know.

This meeting is in confidence?

Of course.

Constable?

Yes, sir.

Then in view of the depth of local
feeling, access to Falling Foss will be

reopened. Thank you. No climb down
implied?

Absolutely not. A goodwill gesture by
you to reconcile the community.

Quite.

You wasn't on the bus coming back.

They'd gone.

Gone?

Left their money in the room and took
off.

Why? Something to do with the
excitement, Andy. I shouldn't wonder.

Oh, I'm worn out.

What you need is bed and a nice hot
bath.

Oh, yeah.

Chain will open in ten minutes.

Well, thank you, Beau.

Lord Asperly?

Constable. Sir?

So that's an end to it.

Not quite.

I've still got to find out who let down
my tyre.

Right.

Right, just make sure he sees what
you're doing. All right, down here.

Mr. Walford.

My ex -synthia, you look lovely.

Thank you, Mr. Greengrass. I wish I were
50 years younger. You could be my

mother.

Greengrass, can you please just do what
you're supposed to?

Oh, yeah, sorry.

Now, you will make sure you don't get
any sutton, won't you, Claude? This

cost me a fortune.

Don't worry about it. You're dealing
with a professional.

Greengrass. Please.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Under the power invested in me as a
fully qualified traditional chimney

may this symbolic kiss bring you all the
luck in the world.

You stupid idiot. What are you paying
out? You've ruined her dress. You've

ruined her wedding. You're completely
useless.

You're a walking bitch after you are. I
love you.

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

doesn't love a shit in my memory.