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

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

Practicing, man.

Lisa!

Come and have a drink.

I'm okay.

Come on, we're here for kicks, girl.

We're talking, all right?

Really?

Well, uh, Billy boy, if you're, uh,
talking to my girl, you can talk to me,

then.

Tell me, why haven't you paid me?

Just leave him, Jason.

I gave you some speed to flog. Where's
the money? Look, I didn't ask for them

pills and I'm not selling them, alright?

Frightened your mummy wasn't like it.

I'm not frightened.

Prove it.

Let's have a chicken run.

Tonight, after dark, head to head.

Yeah, alright.

You might just regret this.

Thank you, Sir William.

A thoroughly enjoyable evening. I'm
stoked for it.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I must say, you
and your good lady wife really know how

to throw a good bat here.

Now, where's my chauffeur gone to? Good
night, Sir William.

Good night, Sylvia.

Good night.

Apologise for this, Sir William.

I thought I told you to wait here.

I'm sorry, I had to go back to feed
Alfred.

I mean, he needs his food as well, you
know.

He's wolfed down two tins of dog food
and all his biscuits.

Alfred has been by himself all day.

My regular chauffeur's indisposed, Sir
William.

Come on, let's go.

I've got a regular chauffeur.

Your bronchial tubes sound fine.

You've used the inhaler?

Yeah. Good.

The type of asthma you have is fairly
manageable.

So we should take care.

Is there something else worrying you?

Actually, there is, yes, Doctor.

You saw my son, Billy, a few weeks back?

Yeah, tetanus booster, wasn't it?

Did you prescribe him any pills?

Pills?

No, I don't think so.

I found these in his drawer.

He said he got them from you.

I certainly didn't prescribe these.

I'm almost certain they're amphetamines.

An illegal stimulant, they call it
speed.

It reduces north official high and can
be addictive. It'll be that gang in

Ashfordly.

He got on with them when he was at the
secondary modern. Wherever he's getting

them from, he better stop or he's going
to be in trouble.

I understand.

We'll look into it.

And give my best to Enid.

Tell Enid to drop in on market day and
have a cup of tea with Mrs Ventress.

Oh, yes.

And you, Wilf.

We hope we're not interrupting your
hectic social life, Ventress.

Oh, no, Sarge.

That was Wilfred Yates. He's a hill
farmer up on Elsonby Moor Road.

Oh, yes?

Well, he had a bit of a disturbance last
night.

A gang of teenagers were racing round on
their motorbikes. They scared off some

of his sheep and left a real mess.

Drinking and taking drugs, so he says.

What does Old Wolf know about drugs?

Not a lot.

But he knows his sheep, and quite a few
are still missing.

Has he any idea who the gang were?

No. There's bike chapters all over. In
Ashford, Leib, Strensfield.

Yeah, it might not be an official
chapter.

It might just be a gang of tearaways.

It might be an idea to check with these
bikers, Clubs.

Bikers keep pretty close. They might
have an idea of what's going on.

Right. Get on to it, Ventress.

Me, Sarge?

One second thought.

Perhaps teenage gangs of motorbikes
aren't your strongest suit.

Crane, look into it, will you? Sarge.

Oh, how was your posh dinner last night?

First -class grub, Oscar.

Six different courses and no making do
with the same plates.

Fully enjoyable.

Until David was late picking me up.

I mean, what's the point of one having a
smart dentry if one is without a proper

chauffeur to run one round in it? Oh,
indeed.

What is one thinking of?

Anyway, I've been on to the agency first
thing this morning. They supply

chauffeurs to the gentry.

I hope you don't mind, Oscar. I'm
interviewing in here.

So tip me the nod if anyone comes in
asking for me. Yeah, well, he's already

here.

Your chauffeur?

What's his name?

Obvious, isn't it?

James. Good morning.

Vernon Scripps.

Delighted to meet you, sir.

Amphetamines? She thinks he may have got
them from a gang on the Ashfordly

housing estate.

And he rides a motorbike, you say?

Is it the gang of bikers?

Possibly. I'm not sure.

We had some trouble with bikers last
night.

I need to talk to this lad. What's his
name?

I can't tell you that.

It was a doctor -patient discussion, and
as such, confidential.

I only thought you should know that
these pills are around.

I can't identify individuals.

This isn't a game, Liz.

Drugs and fast bikes make a lethal
cocktail. Which is why I've come to see

so that you know and can keep an eye
out. It would be a lot easier to do that

we had a name.

I can't betray a patient's trust.

I'm sorry.

I have rounds to finish.

I hope your conscience is clear.

This lad had a motorbike accident and we
found drugs were involved.

Earl of Warminster.

Viscount Dundas.

Impressive references, James.

Thank you, sir.

Now, the agency spoke very highly of
you.

You fancy sheltering in these parts for
a bit, then, do you? My last remaining

relative is an elderly aunt in
Scarborough.

Working here would allow me to visit
her, sir.

Excellent. Well, let's see what you're
like behind the wheels, shall we, James?

According to my book of etiquette,
James, chauffeurs are addressed by their

surnames, not their Christian names.

How do you feel about that?

Whichever you'd prefer, sir.

So what's your surname?

Darling, sir.

I think we'll just stick to James, eh?

Handle like a dream, James.

You've got the job.

Thank you, sir.

In that case, permit me to observe that
she's running a touch uneven when one

accelerates through 3 ,000 revs, sir.

You know, now you mention it, I've
noticed that.

I thought a fine tuning may help.

Shall I attend to it, sir?

Right, yes.

Actually, my brother's got a garage, but
if you think you can manage it, go

ahead. Then join me in the house.

Very good, sir.

Down, Alfred!

David, quick, tidy up.

He's barking because of somebody
fiddling with your car.

He's fine -tuning it.

Are you sure he's not stealing it?
David, there's something I need to talk

you about.

Look, now I've so many social
engagements, dinner parties and so

need someone that knows about that sort
of thing.

Well, I'll show you which knife and fork
to use and... No, I need a proper

chauffeur.

I need you for the important job of
driving the taxi.

Well, I'll not to drive you about
anymore.

All satisfaction now, sir.

Excellent, James.

You live here then, sir?

This is your residence?

Yes, temporarily.

One's been so busy, don't you know?

Pressure of business and so forth.

One is looking for something more
appropriate.

Indeed.

What's this?

All alone, young lady?

Well, I hope this isn't a situation
you're planning on taking advantage of.

I certainly am.

It's all right, then.

Can't wait to marry you.

Well, you might have to wait a bit.

My young niece wants her bridesmaid
dress altered again.

Oh, well, that's fair enough.

Got to get the priorities right.

Is this purely romantic, Colin?

Sadly not.

Is Liz in?

No, she's out and around.

Pity.

I was hoping to see a list of patients
who saw this morning. Part of an ongoing

inquiry. It's quite important.

You couldn't help without, could you?

I'd rather ask her.

Oh, go on.

But I can't think of any reason why
she'd mind.

Great.

Mrs

Fletcher,

I have a warrant to search these
premises.

Right. Sorry to have inconvenienced you.
The possession of illegal drugs is a

serious matter.

Look, Billy, if you are hiding any, it
would be better if you told us.

I told you there are no drugs here.

I'll make sure in future that there
aren't, Mrs Fletcher.

What made you think there were, anyway?

Just acting on information received.

I trusted you.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

I'll be looking for another doctor.

Morning, James.

Sleep all right?

As well as one could say, yes.

Never mind.

I have a busy day ahead of us. Hampton
and Farris have sent some property for

to view.

Are you moving house, then?

Well, I told you I was looking, David.

Oh, yeah, I didn't think you'd be
serious.

Yes, well, it's not appropriate for me
to reside here any more.

Serve breakfast in the drawing room,
will you?

Any progress on this disturbance up on
the moors?

Nothing definite.

Seems to point to a young gang with
bikes who meet up on the Ashfordly

estate. I saw a young lad on your patch
yesterday with a motorbike.

He may be involved.

Billy Fletcher?

Yeah, I know him.

Seems a nice enough lad.

I'm fairly sure his mother told the
doctor she'd caught him with

She's denying it now, and I may have
gone in a wee bit heavy.

Shall I question Billy about the
disturbance?

Yes, but be discreet.

Go in plain clothes.

Have a friendly chat with him.

See if you can meet up with this gang
and win their confidence.

If there is a drug problem in the area,
I want to know about it.

Sarge.

I already told him I wouldn't divulge
name.

So he knew you were out and used me to
get them.

I can't believe it.

I've lost two patients, damaged my
reputation and people's trust in me. He

said anything about a drugs raid. He
just asked for the list. Well, he's

her house upside down.

Did they find anything?

She'd already got rid of them, but
that's not the point.

I need total patient confidentiality,
and your relationship with Sergeant

has seriously compromised that. Liz, I
am so sorry.

Thank you for showing us around, Major.

Yes, thank you.

Very nice house.

Yes. Goodbye.

He's never going to sell his house, not
with that attitude.

He may not have taken too kindly to your
comments on his family portrait, sir.

Why, what did I say? I fear your remark
that they all look as if they've had a

good skinful may not have gone down too
well, sir.

It's a stuffy old dump, anyway.

I did note an original Adams staircase,
sir.

Do you know, I'm not surprised.

It's just the sort of house the Adams
family would live in. Right, Mr.

Next on the list is Furlong Howe. This
one should be right up your street.

Would you like to follow me?

So, Mr. Vernon's getting all hoity
-toity with me in front of this

book, and then he asked me to serve
breakfast in the drawing room.

He hasn't got a drawing room.

Oh, no.

I've looked everywhere for it.

What I can't understand, Bernie, is why
a top person shopper becomes available

and then works for someone like Vernon.

Doesn't make any sense.

I'm afraid he's out, Jenny.

Well, I'll wait.

All day, a division.

Do you want me to get a message to him?
Nothing you can write down, no.

Oh, I see.

Just tell him when he gets back, I want
to see him.

Jenny, sometimes...

As the big day gets closer, people get a
little overwrought.

The things are said that aren't always
meant.

Yeah, and leave out the pattern. I think
that's too doubtful. It's a theory.

Nice machine.

What's the problem?

The chain keeps falling off. Ignore him,
Lee. He's a copper.

I'm also a biker.

Have you got a link extractor? A what?

I think I've got one on the bike.

Now, this... is a unique opportunity to
acquire an outstanding property, Mr.

Scripps.

Set in 15 acres of ground, with its own
tennis court and freshwater trout

fishing. Only gone to Spain, you say?

At short notice.

He's keen on a quick sale, hence the
competitive asking price.

Rare for a property of this quality to
come on the market.

Indeed.

Any of this stuff included in the price,
Penelope?

The carpets and curtains are included,
Mr. Scripps.

Not the two posh cars in the garage,
then?

They're being serviced prior to sale.

Everything in here is going, then, ma
'am?

Packed and shipped in the next two days.

Though our client is open to any
reasonable offer on certain items.

Am I correct, ma 'am, in thinking these
bronze figures here are Epstein's?

Yes. They're definitely not for sale.

The owner prizes his objet d 'art.

Imagine, James, one's very own snooker
table.

American pool, I believe, sir.

I'll show you the rest of the house.

How's that?

Yeah, seems quite right.

Sorry to put up with it.

Well, look at this.

Billy Chicken's making friends with a
fuzz now.

Just giving him a hand, that's all.

Yeah, right.

Lisa, come on.

We're going.

I'm helping Billy.

His mate, the copper, can do that.

Oh, dear, Billy Chicken.

Looks like I've stolen your chick.

You'd better report me to the law.

It's all right for the baby. I don't
need your advice.

I didn't have to be at El Piper.

Fifteen acres, that's good.

It's up the street. It's up.

You want me to take all next week off?
Or four?

I'm due a bit of leave.

The Braymore Hotel in the Highlands.

All booked and paid for.

Phil!

So, you're free then?

Yeah.

Fabulous place.

Thanks. I mean, it's got its own
cocktail bar, American pool table, the

What's brought all this on, any road?

I mean, I know you've been going on
about buying a place, but this is all a

bit... I've got James to consider as
well now.

So this James persuaded you to splash
out on her house, did he?

No, he didn't. There's something fishy
about him. A bloke like that needing to

chauffeur for the likes of you.

Oscar, my money is as good as anyone
else's.

This is my decision.

It's just time I had a place in keeping
with a man of my means.

Well, looky here.

It's Billy Chicken.

I want the black bombers back.

Why did you make me throw them down the
toilet? Just shut up, all right?

I saw what you did.

Let's do that chicken one of yours
again, you and me.

All right.

Well, then we do the running fast cars.

Fast cars? What fast cars?

I don't like to get a couple.

What, an head -to -head in car?

Yeah, I know.

When we're bottling, I don't want to hit
you. Again.

Got it.

I won't bottle it.

Tomorrow night.

Can't wait.

I told you it was part of an important
inquiry, which it was.

You didn't tell me that she'd already
refused to help you.

Well, I came to the surgery hoping to
persuade her otherwise. No, you didn't.

You knew she was on her rounds.

You came to sweet -talk me into giving
you the names.

Jenny, I have a difficult job to do. If
young kids on fast bikes are taking

drugs, somebody could get killed.

It's my job to prevent that. And what
about my job?

Did it occur to you for one moment that
your actions might threaten that?

How do you think this makes me look in
Liz's eyes the moment our backs turned

and I'm giving out confidential
information?

All right.

I'm sorry.

Not good enough, Dennis.

You abused my trust.

And our relationship, for the sake of
your precious job.

Well, see now what marriage to you would
mean.

But, Jen... Do you really think... I
want to marry somebody who would do

this sort of deception?

Jenny, we're both tired. Let's sleep on
this.

No.

It's over, Denny. Jan.

Now get out.

Jan, please.

Just go!

It's a grand morning out there, Ralph.
Oh, yes.

Even Mrs Ventress had a cheery smile
this morning. Said how nice the garden

looked.

You're both late.

Wilfred Yates called again, complaining
about bikers trespassing on his land.

Again? Yes, again. Last night.

I want this nonsense stamped on,
understood?

Sort it out. Yes, sir. And you can
forget about mugs of tea.

Get out there now.

Oh, well, would you like breakfast here
or in the drawing room that we haven't

got?

I will have a drawing room soon, David.

And a cocktail bar and a pool table.

This is real class, this is.

I've asked for a second viewing.

Where's James?

Oh, he, er... I saw him leave when I got
up this morning.

What do you mean you saw him leave?

Well, he drove off in the Bentley.

What, he drove off in my Bentley?

Well, why didn't you stop him?

Well, it is his job, driving the car,
isn't it?

Yes, with me in the back.

Good morning, sir. Very nice one, too.

We were running low on fuel, sir, so I
took the opportunity to fill her up. So

as not to inconvenience you later.

Ah, most thoughtful of me, James.

I'm having another look at this place.

Is sir really sure about that, sir?

Why, what's wrong with it?

If I may venture an opinion, sir, the
decor is in questionable taste.

Is it?

It is.

Furthermore, my instincts tell me the
present owner's sudden exit to Spain may

imply complications.

Complications? Of a legal nature, sir.

You think he may be in trouble with the
law?

Sir, has it precisely.

My advice would be to steer well clear,
sir.

Yeah, they've had a fire in the barn,
and there's bottles everywhere.

Just take a statement from Wilkie, then
get back here.

Out.

Get anywhere with Billy Fletcher?

Started to. He was with a girl called
Lisa.

Then the gang turned up.

One in particular made fun of him, Jason
something his name is.

Billy's got a girlfriend?

Well, actually, I think it's Jason's
girlfriend.

But she clearly likes Billy.

Quite a sensible girl.

Talk to her again, then. See what she
knows.

I'll be in Aidensfield myself if anyone
wants me.

At the surgery.

Right, I'm going for an edible breakfast
before we look at any more houses.

I'll take the opportunity to polish the
car then, sir.

Good idea, James.

Excuse me.

I wondered if I could see the doctor.
We'll have to wait till the surgery.

Astley Police Station.

A break -in?

What was taken?

Where was this, madam?

Right.

Now, we'll get someone along straight
away.

A break -in at Furlong House.

Two sports cars have been taken. The
owner's abroad, and the estate agent's

reported it, and she's waiting there to
see you.

Why me?

Well, look, we can't both go.

Merton's not here, and the station can't
be unmanned.

Like I said, why me?

Go on, then.

Ed.

I must address that Jenny was entirely
blameless.

She gave me the names in good faith
because I persuaded her to. I accept

but it still doesn't excuse you.

You didn't even have the courtesy to
forewarn me you were going to raid my

patient's home. I'm really very sorry,
Liz.

I should never have obtained the
information in the way that I did.

Right.

Well, let's try and put it behind us,
shall we?

I'm sorry to interrupt, but Constable
Ventress needs to see the sergeant.

He's disappeared with the car again.

You're a... James!

Got me pettled this time.

You don't think he's stolen it, do you?

He's there, waiting for you.

Where's the car?

I thought you were cleaning it. I was,
but your man David insisted on borrowing

it, sir.

Taxi's been playing up.

He had a fare for the station.

Regular customer, so... I suggest that
he use your pen, please. You did, did

you? I didn't think it necessary to
disturb your breakfast, sir, as long as

vehicle was returned ASAP, which I
believe it has been.

David, you must not use my personal
boundary for taxiing the hoi polloi,

regulars or not.

I've got properties to view this morning
and you've delayed me.

I'm very sorry, Mr Vernon, but you're
going to be a bit more delayed now.

I've had a puncture down the rolls.

Oh!

He's out.

What are you accusing him of now?

Nothing, Mrs Fletcher.

I just want to know if he was with a
gang upon the moors last night.

No idea.

At work, mornings, evenings sometimes,
cleaning.

Has Billy got a job himself?

Should have stayed on at school.

Got his exams.

He was clever enough.

Is that where he met Lisa?

She's the only reason he took up with
that crowd.

He's mad about her.

You don't know where I can find her, do
you?

Two powerful sports cars.

Yes, Sarge. A Lotus and a Triumph TR4.

Worth a bob or two, then.

Could it be a car ring?

Why, it's not a very professional entry.

Nope. Crudely forced with a crowbar or
something.

Any evidence of a break -in to the house
itself?

Well, that's a strange thing, Sarge.
None at all.

But the estate agent said that two
bronze figures are missing from the

room.

I was checking off the list before the
removal men started.

The two bronze Epsteins are missing.

And that's all they took from the house?
Two bronzes?

Worth thousands.

That's quite enough, isn't it, Sergeant?

And you're certain they were here before
last night's break -in? Absolutely.

A potential buyer yesterday pointed them
out to me.

Asked me to verify they were Epstein's.

Do you have a name for this buyer?

To be precise, it was the chauffeur who
asked about the bronzes.

The buyer's name was Vernon Scripps.

I'm supposed to be working.

What do you want?

We were the gang upon the Moors last
night.

Was Billy there too?

Lisa, I'm concerned about him. Yeah, you
and me both.

His mum apparently caught him with some
speed.

They weren't his tablets.

Whose then?

Who gave them to him?

No idea.

He said you were worried about him too.

Why's that then?

Nothing. Oh, come on, Lisa.

There's something going on between him
and Jason, isn't there?

It's just a stupid challenge.

What challenge?

Is it about you? No.

Lisa, please.

This is important.

You burnt me breakfast.

You went off in the car. You brought it
back with a flat tyre.

Well, you can forget any idea of moving
in my new house, David.

What about Alfred?

Him as well.

If I want dogs around, I'll get myself
some nice pedigree corgis. Like a

majesty.

A what, please?

Did you happen to notice two bronze
statuettes while you were at Furlong

yesterday? On the coffee table.

Ugly things they were.

Original Einsteins, apparently.

Epstein. Jacob Epstein.

That's what I said.

Why, what's happened to them?

Someone's stolen them.

James warned me to steer clear of that
place.

He thought the owner might be a bit
dodgy.

Who's James?

James Darling.

My chauffeur.

Drives the Bentley.

He's, uh... popped over to the post
office.

Well, according to the estate agent,
your chauffeur mentioned the bronzes

yesterday.

Do you mind if we look inside your
vehicle?

Be my guest.

You're barking up the wrong tree,
though, Sergeant.

James has worked for aristocracy all
over the country.

I need to sit down.

Get him in, David.

OK.

What's going on with you two, then?

He looks like it's the end of the world
and you've got a grin all over your

face. Oh, well, I may burn breakfasts
and turn up late sometimes, but I do not

go around hiding Einsteins in the boob.

What are you talking about?

Those statues that James stole.

They've just arrested him. No.

I don't believe it.

James is a thief.

Now, that is a surprise.

You're right to go through there, sir.

He obviously took the bronzes.

He denies all knowledge of the sports
cars.

Two thefts are probably separate
incidents.

Well, division's been alerted. There's
been no reported fighting to the vehicle

so far.

They'll be off -road.

stolen to order. Unless it's the gang of
bikers again, Sarge. Bikers?

What would they want with cars?

I spoke with Lisa, and she said Jason
had challenged Billy to some sort of

chicken run with sports cars.

And you think they might have stolen a
couple for the privilege?

It's possible.

Although, to be honest, Lisa wasn't sure
when or where this might happen. I'm

sure she'll find out quicker than any of
us.

What was there again? In fact, teenagers
plus drugs and stolen sports cars.

Not something I want in my patch.

They were stolen, but not by me.

But you do admit that you took them from
Furlong House.

Yes.

These figures were stolen from the Earl
of Warminster's country seat in

Wiltshire, eight years ago.

How do you know that?

I was employed by the Earl at the time.

I spotted them yesterday, went back
later, and removed them for safekeeping.

I contacted the Earl this morning.

I awaited instructions.

Why didn't you inform us?

Instead of taking the law into your own
hands.

They were about to be shipped to Spain.

I had to act quickly.

We can clear this up.

Phone the Earl of Warminster, check your
story.

He's not awfully fond of the telephone.

Won't have one in the house.

I sent him a telegram.

I had expected one back.

Let me give you his address. May I?

Yes.

We'll arrange for an officer from the
local force to call round.

Meanwhile, am I free to go?

No. You'll remain in custody until the
matter is resolved.

At the moment, all we have is an
admission that you took property worth

thousands of pounds.

It's a doll.

Sorry, Doctor.

We're here to see Mrs Fletcher.

She's had an asthma attack.

Probably brought on by nerves over
Billy.

I don't want her upset, OK?

Right.

Did Billy tell you where the gang meets
up every evening?

No. We do need to see him, Mrs Fletcher.

Some sports cars have been stolen.

The gang that Billy knocks around with
might be involved.

And Billy's not a thief.

He can't drive a car anyway. Hasn't got
a licence.

We only want to talk to him.

He's gone out, that's all I know.

Well, when was the last time you saw
him?

Sorry, no more questions, OK?

Mrs Fletcher, we know Billy's not the
ringleader.

We just don't want to see him in
trouble.

It's that Jason you should be after.

He's the troublemaker, not my Billy.
Right, that's enough now.

Mr. Darling, you're free to go.

Really? The Chief Constable himself
called.

Congratulations all round on the solving
of an eight -year -old art theft.

The Earl's delighted, and his solicitors
confirmed the ownership of the

Epsteins. Thank you, Constable.

Well done, James.

I never doubted you for a second. Unlike
some I know, I'm a very good judge of

character.

I had suspicions myself about that
house.

The decor was in questionable taste.

Owner fled hurriedly to Spain.

One smelt a rat at once, didn't one,
James?

If that's how Sarah calls it, then yes,
I'm sure one did say yes.

Hey, this has just arrived. The postman
brought it over on his bike.

Telegrams usually mean bad news.

Here, give it to you.

Oh, it's not for you. It's for him.

Thank you, David.

Nothing untoward, I hope, James?

It's from the Earl of Warminster, sir.

Oh.

The Earl and I have both had the honour
of employing James.

I expect he's going to sort out some
sort of reward, is he?

In a manner of speaking, sir, yes.

Excellent.

Let's have another drink, then.

Now, these, Billy boy, are fast cars.

Where did you get these from?

Remember the minute they were stolen?

No. I bought them with me dough money.

If you have first choice of car, I'd say
that's road news.

Please don't do it, Billy.

Of course.

If you want to back out, like the
chicken you are.

I love this one.

Okay.

Thug Hill Road.

Head on driving.

No pulling out.

Right.

The first possibility is Wilf Yates'
play.

They might go back there.

He's going to keep us informed.

Do we have any other ideas?

Ashfordly Police Station.

Now, slow down, Miss.

Yes, he's here.

Hello, PC Crane.

Steve, it's Lisa.

It's happening tonight.

Right. Stack Hill Road.

Want a bomber, Billy boy?

I'm not interested.

Right. You start down there.

No pulling out.

Unless you check it.

Billy will be all right, won't he?

Well, I think so.

We'll have to wait and see.

Grain? What, please?

Found these in the Triumph.

So we'll be charging them for these as
well.

Well done.

Good work.

Thank you, Sarge.

Our division is keen to have a community
involvement officer here working with

young people.

Think about it.

Talk some more tomorrow.

Ah, Doctor.

Just thought you might like to know we
won't be charging Billy Fletcher with

anything. Oh?

Well, Jason admitted to the drugs and
that he and another lad drove the car.

Billy drove without a license.

He'll be let up with a caution this
time.

His mother will be relieved.

Considering what might have happened, it
turned out quite well, then.

Not so sure about that.

Morning, James.

What's going on?

It's with some regret, sir, that I come
to tender my resignation.

You're leaving me?

The Earl of Warminster, sir, has offered
my former position back.

He's in declining years now, sir, and
feels I can be of valuable service to

I see.

Well, it's a bit of a blow, James.

Are you not happy here?

In truth, sir, whilst I've enjoyed my
brief stay, I feel I'm more suited to

world I know.

Oscar kept asking me why someone with
your aristocratic connections was

for me anyway.

There was an unfortunate incident, sir,
which led to my being dismissed from a

position, since when doors have been
closed to me.

Unfortunate incident?

Whilst working for Sir Oliver and Lady
Thrapstone -Smith, sir, her ladyship

persuaded me to smuggle her lover in in
the boot of the rolls.

An old ruse in those circles, sir.

But the deception was calamitously
discovered.

Left my reputation for trustworthiness
in tatters.

No one of breeding would touch me.

So you've been forced to work for people
like Mr Vernon.

I wouldn't have put it quite like that,
David.

However, the Earl of Wominster now feels
I've served my penance.

So, thank you once again, sir.

So, where would your lordship like your
breakfast

served this morning?

Pearl, what the devil are you doing
here?

Don't just stand there! Do something!

When I first went on these, Lester Tilly
would feel a courage go.

Call an ambulance, Craig.