All language subtitles for heartbeat_s12e03_a_dog_s_life

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

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

Good lass. Well done.

Good girl.

Good girl.

Thought any more about my offer, Orson?

I told you.

Puppies aren't for sale.

I'd have thought a few extra quid had
come in handy to a chap like you.

Shall we go again, then, lass? Hey.

Come on.

Hey, good girl.

She looks on form.

See you at the trials, then.

Shall we get you in there, Mr. Orson?

Aye. I reckon she might well do this,
eh?

I reckon this little fella's taken a
fancy to you.

Oh, is he?

Eh?

Best take him home with you.

Well... Oh, thanks, Mr Rawson.

Yeah, thank you.

I will.

Come on, then. Come on.

Well, we've never had the county
sheepdog trials here before, have we?

honour, don't get me wrong.

It's just that we need trouble.

I don't think public order will be a
problem. Well, you say that, Merton. I'm

relying on you to see that it isn't. But
I'm telling you, the public can be a

pretty fickle beast.

At one moment, they're all happy as
Larry. The next, the children are

right and tearing the place apart.

Well, I've delegated the matter to PC
Bradley. He'll be on hand to quell any

potential rioters.

Ah, George.

Now, here's the man they'll all be
coming to see. Well, last year's runner

at the National Sheepdog Trials.

Mr. Harding, you must be glad of the
opportunity to compete on your home

One has to show willingness to the local
event, I suppose.

I'll catch you later, Charlie, when
you're not so busy. Well, now, you pop

the hall for a drink. Oh, I will.

Grand chap.

Have you got a moment, Your Lordship?

What is it, Scripps?

I've already told you.

I'm not interested in hot dogs or any of
your other rubbish.

Gina Ward is running the beer tent, the
WI providing cakes and sandwiches, and

that is quite enough.

As your lordship rightly says, the
public can be a fickle beast if their

creature comforts are denied.

Especially if they have to queue for
their WI cuppa. Hang on. Maybe there is

something you can do.

Oh. Jabba's providing the portable
lavatories hasn't turned up. How do you

that?

Dr. Summerby knows I need a repeat
prescription.

I telephoned yesterday.

Anna, I'm sure Dr. Summerby has told you
you must come in and see her about it.

She doesn't like to be... How ridiculous
is that? It's a waste of my time and

hers. Perhaps you'd like to wait and see
her now.

No, I would not.

Come on.

Oh, sorry.

You look like you could do with a drink
even more than me.

How about the Edenfield Arms after work?

Do I have to wait that long?

I'm thinking of calling the business
Scripps at your convenience.

Comfort and convenience for every
outdoor occasion.

Well, it certainly rolls off the tongue.

Eh? What about Bernie Fox?

That sounds even better. Don't involve
me in this. I think it lacks a certain

finesse, Gina. I think you should never
have let Lord Ashfordly con you into it.

As ever, dear brother, you lack the
imagination to seize the opportunity.

Sheepdog trials are just the start,
Bernard.

There's all sorts of outdoor events that
require lavatorial facilities.

Surely you need equipment. I've got
equipment, Bernard.

I've got two old army tents, 20 gallons
of disinfectant and half a dozen buckets

galvanised, which I purchased this very
afternoon.

Well, at least you kept your capital out
laid down.

Exactly, Oscar.

I'll be a millionaire in ten years.

All I want to know is who'll be emptying
the buckets.

Oh, David, where have you been all day?
I've been rushed off me feet.

Well, Mr. Orson, he let me watch him
practice with his dogs.

And he's given me something.

What is that?

Oh, it's a ghost.

And his name is Rover.

Did you think of that name all by
yourself?

Yeah.

She's always so rude, and I just want to
give her a piece of my mind.

Not as if there's anything really wrong
with her, is there?

Not strictly true. She's got severe
anxiety. She has that for some time. Oh,

what's she got to be anxious about? Rich
husband, drives around in a jack?

Some people don't know when they're well
off.

Yeah, I know what you mean. Anyway, she
can't spend the next 20 years popping

tranquilizers. I've told her that.

Yeah, well, you may have to tell her
again. She was expecting her

to be there tomorrow without fail. Those
were her instructions.

You're looking a bit glum.

No, just talking shop.

How was your day?

Oh, scintillating. I've just spent the
entire afternoon turning one of Lord

Ashfordly's fields into a car park.

Bradley.

Lady.

Surprised to see you here, Sarge.

Well, I...

I'll get the drinks in.

Actually, I was hoping to see you,
Doctor.

Oh, have you had some division?

Yeah.

They've decided that, subject to the
medication, the fact that I'm diabetic

should have no bearing whatsoever on my
position as station sergeant.

I should hope so.

That's what I told them.

Thank you.

You are not, I repeat, not keeping that
puppy.

I'm going to train him up to be a
champion like his ma 'am. When Mr Rawson

he'll teach me.

David, it takes patience to train a
sheepdog.

Years of hard work.

And what about Alfred?

Well, they could be friends.

David, if Alfred gets hold of that,
he'll think it's his dinner.

You've got to look there. Hey, come on.
Come on.

Hey, there.

Where's your mom?

Jack?

Jack?

Jack?

Jack?

Jack!

Jack! Come here, good girl.

Come here, Jess. Good luck. Hey, come
here. Come here, baby, here. Good girl.

I'm just taking the children to school.

All right.

I don't think much of your response
time, Merton.

What seems to be the problem, Mr
Harvick?

This.

I found them on the moors this morning.

Well, is this a police matter?

Sheep die on the moors all the time.

It is when they've been savaged. A dog,
you reckon?

Yes, and I want something done about it.

Well, is there a particular dog that you
suspect?

Only one dog round here capable of that.

Been a sheep warrior for years.

Never killed before, though.

Any idea who it belongs to?

A neighbour, unfortunately.

Got a pokey little place over the hill.

Name her Tommy Rawson.

I won't give a monkey what George Arden
says.

My dog's not a sheep warrior and never
has been.

You do admit she was loose last night?

See these fellas?

Two months old.

Now, do you think a bitch with puppies
is likely to go off chasing around

countryside? We're not accusing you, Mr.
Rawson. We're just trying to establish

the facts.

I've got an out to hide.

She did flip a collar last night, but
she never goes far.

Anyway, I've just been out and bought a
new padlock for the outhouse.

Well, I could, Geoff, if you make good
use of it.

I intend to.

It's a valuable dog, is that?

Come on.

So, what do you reckon, Clark?

Do you think it was his dog?

Ah, probably.

Who knows?

So long as he locks it up in future, I
suppose.

Things like this, Bradley, make me miss
CID.

I don't know, you seem to be settling in
quite well.

Making new friends.

Why don't you get down to Asperley Hall?

The one his lordship gave me grief about
his car parking.

You're supposed to fetch it.

And you're supposed to be loading that
lorry.

20 gallons of disinfectant won't shift
itself.

Mark, I keep telling him to fetch. I
don't think he understands plain

That is because he's a dog, David.

Now get him locked up in the house,
otherwise we're going to be late.

Fetch!

Right, Mike, I'll tell him as soon as he
comes in.

Hold on, Mike, he's here now.

Er, Sarge, Mike's up at the hall.

He says there's a right set -to going
on. Something about Mr Harding and the

dog, and his lordship wants you up there
to sort things out.

I don't believe that.

The whole credibility of the trial is at
stake here.

Personally, I'm not prepared to lend my
name to some hole -in -the -wall event

that takes a cavalier attitude to such
matters.

Come on, George, that's hardly fair. His
dog killed my sheep. That's a damned

lie. I want him disqualified.

Aye.

That'd suit you very well.

You're not even a proper sheep man, you.

Someone else does all the hard graft
while you play at being Lord Muck. All

right, come on, let's just calm down,
shall we? This is not personal matter.

Not much.

You cannot have a credible sheepdog
trials if you allow into the competition

dog which is a known killer.

I think Mr Harding makes a valid point,
my lord. Thank you, Blaketon. If the dog

is a killer, it should be disqualified.

Down here's the man who can tell us for
certain.

It's business of the sheep savaging,
Merton. I presume you've looked into it.

Yes. And do you believe Rawson's dog to
be the culprit?

Well, possibly.

It was certainly on the loose last
night. I should have thought that was

evidence enough.

Not really. The one thing we're not
short of around here at the moment is

Is the dog guilty or isn't it? That's
all we need to know. I've really no

Lord Ashfordly, as I'm sure PC Bradley
has already told you. This is absurd.

I've no idea what we should do.

Well, innocent until proved guilty, my
lord. It's the principle of English law

that has stood the test of time.

Very true.

Thank you, Mr. Blaketon.

So you're refusing to disqualify him?

Well, it would seem so, yes.

Not the answer he wanted, I fear.

You're a young woman, Mrs. Harding. I'm
very reluctant to just keep prescribing

you tranquilizers.

That's ridiculous.

How am I supposed to manage?

Look. I know anxiety can be
debilitating.

What I'd like to do is refer you to a
specialist psychiatric unit. You get a

proper assessment and then maybe... I'm
not some kind of lunatic, you know. No,

I'm not... Plenty of women suffer with
their nerves.

My mother did all her life. It's
probably hereditary.

I just need my prescription and then I
can manage.

Surely there's more to life than just
managing. If you'd only consider it. You

do good as make me sick.

Do you think my husband would face the
idea of me seeing a psychiatrist?

I'd be happy to talk to your husband and
explain.

You're not married, are you, Dr.
Somerby?

I don't think you understand very much
about men.

Well, maybe not, but I do understand one
thing.

Tranquillizers are no solution to an
unhappy marriage.

What now, Ventress? I'll never get
anything useful done today at this rate.

The Chief Constable's on the phone for
you, Sarge.

That's all I need.

Good morning, sir. Merton here.

Well, yes, I've just come from Asterley
Hall.

Yes, I'm aware of the situation.

Yes, but... Well, of course the... Sir,
we currently have about 50 sheepdogs in

the area for...

Yes, I understand.

I will indeed sort it out.

Trouble's had.

It seems I'm at the Harding of Friends
and High Places.

Better get your helmet, Ventress.

Lunch. It's on me.

See, are they?

The shuffle's here to witness this.

What are you two lads having, then?

Make mine a pint, please, Gina.

Hey, you can't drink in uniform.
Martin'll kill us. Oh, he's not going to

down here, is he? He's not interested.

That's why he's lumbered up.

You'll have a lemonade.

I've been stuck in that car park all
morning. This is my dinner break.

I'll have a pint.

Right.

David, keep it still, will you?

I have to keep it still.

I've never had this trouble at El
Alamein.

That's because you weren't there.

Bernard, don't just stand there like a
lemon. Pass the tent pegs.

Camping out, are you, lads?

Thank you, Gina.

Thank you.

Sarge, I put you two in charge of this
operation and where do I find you?

In the beer tent.

We were just... I called them. I was
having a bit of trouble.

You're a loyal friend, Gina, which is
more than they deserve.

We have work to do.

I want every dog owner here today
interviewed.

I want to know where their animals are
kept and where every single creature was

between the hours of sunset yesterday.

And sunrise today.

And I want a proper note taken of every
interview.

Are you kidding, Sarge? Unfortunately
not.

But that's ridiculous.

It is indeed, Bradley, but then being
ridiculous is the Chief Constable's

prerogative.

Let's get on with it.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to
welcome you all to this year's County

Trials, which I am very proud to be
hosting here at Ashfordly Hall for the

two days.

So, without further ado, I'd like to
hand you over to our guide and

a man I'm sure you all know, Saskia
Blaketon.

Thank you very much, Lord. We've all got
two very exciting days of competition

ahead of us, in which we will see 30 of
the finest sheepdogs in the county put

through their paces.

And I'm telling you, this year, this
course is not an easy one.

So, first up is a local man from
Aidensfield, Mr. Tommy Rawson and his

Jess. Come on, Jess.

So, uh, good luck.

Jess is four years old, and your past
two years ago was county champion.

So and so, we're all very keen to see
her perform for us here today. So off

go, Tommy, and good luck.

Now, Jess has been sent out to the
right.

I really don't think you've got too much
to order about, Mr. Allen.

I'll not be made a fool of, dar.

Not by some damn clod -hopping hill
farmer.

David, have you clocked off or
something?

No, I was watching Mr. Orson do his run.

We've left Bernard holding the fort.

Literally. Come on, let's be having you.

Tommy and Jess and the judges have
awarded them 98 points.

I'm sure that will be very difficult to
beat.

So well done, Tommy and Jess.

What the hell are you doing here?

As if I didn't know.

I thought you wanted the children to
come and watch you.

And God knows what you think you're
wearing.

It's a dress, George.

One that you...

You're used to light.

Daddy's busy.

Let's see if we can find an ice cream.

Where have you been?

I thought you'd gone to fetch tent pegs.
There appears to be a shortage,

Bernard.

David, take over for him, will you?

I've got terrible pins and needles.

It's all right for some. I've dealt with
a bee sting and two very nasty blisters

already.

They were good riddance, I say.

Mrs Harding.

I think I owe you an apology for this
morning.

I spoke out of turn. It's not for me
to... Hey!

Look, come on. Come and sit down. Come
on.

That looks like a yummy ice cream.

Wish I had one of those.

Right,

what have we got?

Well, most people train their dogs up at
night, and that's about it.

Well, no, some sleep indoors.

I had one woman who lets the dog sleep
at the end of the bed, right as it keeps

her feet warm.

I didn't ask for a sociological survey,
Bellamy.

So what are you going to tell the chief
constable?

The truth.

We've investigated the matter thoroughly
and found no conclusive evidence.

Maybe he just doesn't like competition.

A gentleman like Mr Harding?

I'm shocked at you, Bradley.

Well, our next competitor needs no
introduction. In fact, he's something of

local hero.

His first big success with his dog, Dar,
was last year when he came second in

the National Sheepdog Trials. So I'm
sure he's going to impress us today. So

let's hear it for Mr George Harding.

With his dog, Zarr.

And Zarr's been sent out to the left. I
hate these kind of jobs, Bradley.

Give me a nice straightforward bank
robbery, I need it.

You know what you need, Sarge? A nice
cup of tea.

A pair of paint.

He's trying to get them back on course.

He's completely missed the effect
hurdle.

than stopping to sniff on the way round.

Pledged two at the cross drive.

That's a disastrous run.

Mr George Harding's not at all happy
with Tsar.

Never mind, old chap. We all have our
off days.

Who's in the lead?

Rawson, I think.

Still, not to worry. He'll soon catch up
tomorrow.

I don't think I can stand much more of
this.

I thought this was what you wanted.

This is your idea of making an effort.

I am making an effort.

I thought the doctor had given you
something to stop you crying all over

place. She can't prescribe me pills
indefinitely.

You'll have to pull yourself together
then.

I've had to.

I didn't want it to turn out like this.

I'm not the one to blame, but you don't
see me crying in my boots all the time.

No, you just speak to me like I'm a
skivvy and not your wife.

You haven't exactly behaved like a wife,
have you?

Well, he's never normally late.

So, come on, Mike.

Dish the dirt.

What do you think, Jenny? That's all I
know.

He'll end in tears, about my word.

Oh, that's a miserable elf. Why?

Well, he's a tough cat, and she's the
last that loves him. It's just not...

Morning, Sarge.

Morning, lads.

Nice to see you. How's that? Bright and
early?

Asperley Police.

You seem in a good mood this morning,
Sarge. Oh, yes, Mr. Harding. What can we

do for you?

Well, I was.

I've got four more injured over there.

When did you discover them?

Dyer came across them first thing.

Is there any possibility it could have
been one of your dogs?

Absolutely not.

My dogs are kept in secure kennels,
which you're very welcome to inspect.

You must appreciate, Mr Harding, there's
no evidence here to suggest who the

culprit is.

I've told you who the culprit is.

And Mr Rawson has assured us that his
dog would be securely locked up

Well, he would say that.

If you kill a dog on the loose,
Constable, when are you going to start

the problem seriously?

We are taking it seriously.

If that were true, I wouldn't be
standing here with dead and injured

would I?

We're going to get to the bottom of
this, Mr. Harding. I can assure you of

I'm not happy about this, Mr. Harding.

Shut up, Don.

There must be some way out of here.

Say the joker to the thief.

There's too much confusion.

I can't get no relief.

Businessmen, they drink my wine.

Plowmen take my earth.

None of them are along the line.

Nobody of it is worth.

Oh, Mr. Orson, do you want to come in?
Have you seen Jess?

No. Someone broke into the shed, let her
out.

Found puppies by themselves.

She'd never leave them like that.

What's going on?

Mr. Orson has lost his dog.

What, you mean somebody's nicked her?

It must have rained all night, David.

Let's hope it dries out by this
afternoon.

I didn't think you made house calls.

Except in an emergency.

Well, I thought if we talked informally,
it might help.

A cosy chat. How pleasant.

So I don't see what good it will do.

Maureen, if you can work out what's
making you so unhappy, maybe you can do

something to change it.

What if I already know I can't? You seem
pretty sure about that.

I am.

Why?

Because I've made one stupid mistake
after another.

And now there's no way out.

Okay. What was your first stupid
mistake?

I suppose it was marrying a man I didn't
really love.

You must have had your reasons at the
time.

Yeah. I thought I was being clever.

I married him because he was well off
and I didn't fancy being an air hostess

for the rest of my life.

Serves me right, that's what you're
thinking, isn't it? Have you ever

leaving? And do what?

He'd cut me off without a penny.

I'm sorry, Doctor, I'm not cut out to be
a divorcee.

Now do I get my prescription?

He's taken my dog, I know he has. Have
you any proof of this, Mr Rawson? I put

brand new lock on that shed, the one I
showed you.

Well, someone took it off with a
crowbar.

Well, Mr Harding has just reported more
of his sheep have been savaged.

He's suggesting your dog is the culprit.

He just wants me out of the trial.

Knows I can beat him.

What are you saying?

He's deliberately killing his own sheep
just to incriminate your dog. I know

he's competitive, but that seems a might
extreme to me. He's a rich man.

What's the pew sheep moral left to him?

You ask Bill Dyer. Whatever Harding's up
to, he's part of it.

Right, I'll certainly look into it.

I'm going to try and track down Dyer. I
think he lives in one of Harding's farm

cottages. Over and out.

Oh, that's all we need.

Oscar,

we'll have to get the water off the top.
The whole thing's gone to quack.

Fear not, Gina.

Help is at hand.

Give it a good shove, David.

Very good.

Very helpful.

If I see or hear anything, I'll
certainly let you know.

Within a minute, Mrs Harding.

I can't bear this, Maureen.

Go away, Tommy. We agreed.

He's got my dog.

Somebody might see us. You know I can't
talk to you.

I just found these in your Land Rover,
Mr Dyer. So?

So Tommy Rawson thinks you've got his
dog.

I use a crowbar all the time.

I need it for my job.

You weren't too happy this morning, were
you? I just want this business cleared

up, OK?

No farmer likes to see a load of dead
sheep.

Tell me, is it difficult to kill a
sheep?

For a dog, you mean?

For a man with a knife.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Oh, come on, Bill. What's going on here?

I work for Mr. Harding, and I've got an
out to say to thee, copper. You want to

start making accusations, make them to
him.

Well, I hope he pays you well.

Aye, he does.

It's Bill.

That copper's just been round. I think
he's on his way to you now.

Reckons we've got Rawson's dog.

I'm not about to be outmaneuvered by the
local plod. And make sure you're here

by one. Don't want to be late for the
trials.

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom Let it be

And in my hour of darkness She is
standing

right in front of me Speaking words of
wisdom Let it be.

Let it be.

Let it be.

Let it be.

Let it be.

Yeah, there will be... What are you
doing, George?

I should have thought that was obvious.
If you scream, it's going inside the

house. Whose dog is that? It's not one
of ours. I caught it worrying sheep. The

police won't do anything, so I'm quite
within my rights to shoot it.

It's Tommy's dog, isn't it? Go inside,
Maureen.

You really are completely... Don't start
blaming me for this.

What do you think you're doing?

Leave that alone!

I am not going to let you do this!

Stand aside and help me!

I

found

the animal this morning in one of my
fields.

It was after the sheep.

Dyer was there too. He'll confirm it. We
obviously managed to catch the animal.

Why didn't you call us?

Martin, I'm fed up with waiting for you
fellows to get round to taking some kind

of action.

Well, an alternative version of events
might be that you broke into Mr Rawson's

shed, stole his dog and brought it back
here to kill it.

I hope you have some evidence for that
monstrous allegation, Constable.

As you know, I'm not a man without
influence and I don't intend to be

by the police.

We're merely trying to establish the
facts, Mr Harding.

Good.

Well, I shall be applying for a court
order to have the dog destroyed.

In the meantime, I presume you'll hold
it in custody.

I hope I can rely on you, Merton, to
keep it securely locked up.

Yes, Mr Harding, you can.

She'll go mud in here.

You can't keep a sheepdog shut up like
this. It's only temporary, until we can

find some secure kenneling.

At least you stopped him shooting her.

Grateful for that.

Actually, Mrs Harding stopped him.

Well, if he goes to court, it's his word
against mine.

And he's going to be on bench, eh?

All his mates.

Well, good afternoon, ladies and
gentlemen, and welcome to the second and

day of the county sheepdog trials. Now,
there has been development overnight.

And as a result, the committee have
decided that the overnight leader, Tommy

Rawson and his dog, Jess, has sadly been
disqualified.

Now, I know this is unfortunate, but we
do have to move on. So the first

competitor today is Mrs. Alison
Salisbury with her dog, Bryn.

I can't believe why Harding would go to
such great lengths to get another

competitor disqualified.

Come on, Mike.

Just because Harding's a toughy -no -so
-so doesn't mean he's lying.

The whole thing's a thing.

Stop playing detective.

We're here to do the car park.

And the sheep are wanting to pull off to
the right and Brent's trying hard to

get them back onto line.

He's come to trouble.

You couldn't shoot me, dog.

So you're going to court to buy yourself
a result, are you? I'm not arguing with

you, Rawson. No, you haven't got the
guts to fight man to man.

Trying to destroy me bit by bit. Come
on, Tommy.

It's not going to get you anywhere.

You know, Bill, I used to have a bit of
pride.

Just because you lost the farm doesn't
mean you have to end up at Shipman for

the likes of him.

Go home, Rawson.

I'm sure Constable Bradley will find a
cell to put you in.

But this is more fun than watching
sheepdogs, eh?

Poor Mr Rawson.

It's not fair, is it?

Do you think I should give her all back
to him?

Oh, he's still got the other puppies,
David.

Haven't you got a beer tent to run,
Gina?

I was only saying.

I think that's a very nice idea.

Before coming through, we've lost her
one point.

Mr. Orson? I've been thinking.

You can have her over back if you like.

Mr Verney's not that keen on me keeping
him in anyhow on account of Alfred.

Gets jealous, you see.

Oh, well, you'll soon be able to train
him up so he's a champion, just like his

man.

You're a good man, David.

Jealousy's a funny thing.

No difference in dogs to in people.

On balance, I think I prefer dogs.

Whiskey, Cheshire, please.

It's a bit early for serious drinking,
isn't it, Bill?

You planning on getting pie -eyed?

Aye, that's exactly what I'm planning.

What's all this about George Harding
trying to shoot someone's dog?

Oh, you don't want to know. His wife's a
patient of mine, not a happy lady.

Who would be, married to a bloke like
that?

Wouldn't mind driving around in a car
like that, though.

You won't get that on a policeman's
wages.

And even a sergeant. Don't be so sneaky.

Can you do something, really?

A domestic?

I don't think so.

On second thought... Let it be.

Let it be.

Let it be.

You're very lucky to have got away so
lightly, you know.

Most of the damage seems to have been to
the car.

I'm sorry, George.

It's only money.

Probably time you had a new car anyway.

Would you like me to leave you alone?

Oh, no. No.

No, I'd better get back to the ring.

I'll miss the final round.

That is, if everything's all right. Yep,
it is.

I'll be fine.

Pity I didn't crack my skull.

At least then I'd get a few days in
hospital.

You can't go on like this, Maureen.

Yeah, I know that.

Oh, I suppose you're going to do me for
dangerous driving, Constable Bradley.

No, there's someone here to see you.

Tommy.

Don't worry, he didn't see me. I waited
till he'd gone.

I thought we'd agreed not to see each
other.

I just thought to see you're all right.

Oh, this is all my fault, isn't it?

He's harder than Tommy Wilson, eh? Do
you think I'll let them know?

Well, it certainly explains a lot if he
does.

Where are you going?

Tell Tommy I'm going to get him back
into the competition.

Perfectly safe, ladies. Let me give
you... There we are.

Right.

Show me again, please.

Why don't you have a sandwich or
something?

Open some of the booze up.

There, here he comes.

Sherlock Ruddy Holmes.

Bit early to be getting drunk, isn't it,
Bill?

I went to school with Tommy, you know.

Our farm was just over hill from
Rawson's.

Did you know something was going on
between Tommy and Mrs Harding?

The lass has always fancied Tommy.

Lonely life being hill farmer, though.

Me. I couldn't stick it.

Is that why George Harding was so
determined to get his own back? Because

knew something was going on between
Rawson and his wife?

Aye, probably.

Who likes his own way, does Mr Harding?

Bill.

Did you break into Rawson's shed and
steal his dog?

She was always a lovely dog, Jess.

Come from a good litter.

Mind you, it was obvious from the start.

She was one a bit champion.

How are you feeling?

Just a bit shaken up. I should go home
and get some rest.

I need to collect the children from
school.

I'll drive you.

No, Tommy. I've told you, it's not going
to work.

You can't stay with him. Not now.

He treats his dogs better than he treats
her. Well, maybe I deserve it.

Look, you tried to make a go of your
marriage and it just doesn't work.

You're entitled to... to be happy,
Maureen.

So am I.

Do you think for one moment he'd leave
us alone?

Be realistic.

I'd lose my children.

I'd lose everything.

Could you give me a lift, Doctor? Well,
of course, but... Look, are you

sure you're doing the right thing?

Yes.

What am I going to do?

Go and live on some grotty little hill
farm? We'd be at each other's throats

within six months.

Well done, Zarr.

That's a good clean pan, which Mr George
Harding will be pleased with.

Well, that was an excellent round for Mr
George Harding and Zarr, putting him

firmly in the lead with 185 points.

Well done, George.

I've told them everything, Mr Harding.

Have you now?

We killed the sheep ourselves and took
Tommy's dog.

Ourselves?

You appear to be drunk, Dyer. Well, I
hope story does seem to make sense. I

think story's probably right, Constable.
I hope you're not going to take

seriously any drunken allegations made
by this former employee of mine.

Well, you see, the thing is, George,
this business of your wife and Rawson...

What? Well, if you carry on with this
and go to court over Rawson's dog, well,

it's bound to come out, isn't it?

It's a damned lie.

Oh, the fact that your wife and Rawson
are having an affair does seem to be in

rather common knowledge, old chap,
doesn't it?

And if you persist with this vendetta,
well, you're going to look the most

complete fool.

I'm sure you'd rather avoid that, if
possible.

What?

He's still out.

Dyer is prepared to make a full
statement once he's sobered up.

We can charge them with the theft of
your dog.

Oh, I don't reckon I'll bother with
that.

There's been wrong on both sides.

Chance to meet him fair and square in
the ring.

That's all I ask.

Well, knows your chance.

Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have
your attention, please.

I do have a special announcement from
the committee.

We, the committee, after a full
investigation, have reviewed our

Tommy Rawson and Jeff and have
decided...

to let them continue in this year's
competition.

Now that's really good news.

So let's welcome them back into the ring
for their final run.

Tommy and Jess!

What on earth is going on out here?

I mean, I pay you to do a job and you
put your feet up.

I've temporarily delegated operational
control to my assistant, your lordship.

You can jolly well come and undelegate
it.

What was it you were saying? Strips
about the public getting beastly?

Ladies!

Ladies, please!

Let us not forget that we are late!

Well,

the judges are scoring that as a perfect
run. So it's a full 100 points to Tommy

Rawson and Jeff.

Well done, Tommy.

Is she going to leave us?

I doubt it.

Turns out they're better suited, don't
you think? Right, this is the moment

you've all been waiting for.

Here are the results of this year's
county sheepdog trials.

In third place, Alan French with 165
points.

In second place, George Harding with 185
points.

With the winner and this year's county
champion...

Scoring 198 points, Tommy Rawson and
Jeff.

Come on.

Well done, Tommy.

You see, the thing is, Alfred, is that I
don't want you to take this personal.

I know you're never going to be heard.

You're a champion sheepdogger out like
that.

It's like Mr Vernon said.

It's terrible hard work to run up and
down the field all day and going around

the country collecting cups. I don't
think I'm cut out for that sort of

do you?

Anyway, I've got something for you.

Sort of a peace offering.

Are we all right, then?

Eh?