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

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

Yeah, folks have been cut off the phone,
so Gina and I can't even get to talk.

They're quite up -to -date, Liverpool, I
hear. They've got phone boxes and

everything. Well, of course she's tried,
but we keep missing each other. And you

can't conduct a relationship by phone
box.

There still is a relationship to
conduct, that is.

Hey, come on.

I'll buy you a pint.

Cough for me?

And again?

Thank you.

Can't seem to shift it, no, Al.

It's bronchitis, I'm afraid.

I'll prescribe you an antibiotic. It
should help clear it up.

Make sure you complete the course.

Damping that doesn't help.

The damp? In the cottage.

The old place leaks.

We've got a big patch in the bedroom.

You're in the tied cottages, aren't you?
On the Ashfordly estate?

Aye. We've reported the problem.

Now Tepper gets done about it.

The whole place needs a good shake -up.
Needs to move with the times, Ashfordly

Estate. You won't be saying that if it
were your job on the line.

It doesn't mean you lose your job, Jake.

Just because Lord Ashfordly's appointed
a new land agent... He's coming with a

reputation as an hatchet man.

His whole family's fighting for the
livelihoods. Aye, and some of those

have worked on the estate for
generations.

You're right, Rumpus, if he starts
laying folk off.

It's only the slackers that need to look
out.

Anyone who does a decent day's graft has
got nothing to fear.

It's a good job you don't work there,
then.

All I want to tell her of is how much I
miss her, and that I'm overwhelmed with

joy at the thought of becoming a dad.

Well, you should.

I've tried, but when we do manage to
talk, all we seem to discuss is, how's

weather over there, and is Oscar missing
her behind the bar?

No, it's not easy.

Any road, Mrs Ventress is expecting me.

I sometimes wish that she was the other
side of the Pennine chain.

Evening, Mr Bellamy.

Nat.

Look, you go on, Alf.

I think Nat might have something for me.

Oh.

Right.

You know I'm straight these days, Mr
Bellamy.

Straight -ish, to be more accurate.

Fair enough.

But I don't get involved with anything
too dodgy. I just... Spit it out now.

It's known I'm Andy behind the wheel of
a car, which is why I still get

approached to do getaway work, which I
always turn down.

Of course.

There's a gang up from London looking
for a driver who knows the local roads.

I told them to get lost.

They upped the money.

I still said no.

They weren't too pleased.

They'd been following me.

They're heavy -juicing, Mr Bellamy.

They've got guns.

Right.

Tell me everything you know about the
job they're planning, when it's due to

off, everything.

An armed robbery in the Ashfordly area,
two or three days' time.

Bellamy, Gina, on the phone from
Liverpool.

All right.

Look, Nat, I've got to take this call.

Look, just hang on a minute, all right?

No. We've not had much rain here either.

Actually, love, when are you planning on
coming back?

Gina?

Well, look, Gina, give me your phone
number and I'll call you back.

Gina? G...

Where's

he gone to?

No idea.

An armed robbery.

And you waltz off to talk to your
girlfriend.

Well, I'm sorry, Sarge. We just kept
missing each other every time she tried

phone. I'm not interested.

A snout giving you information like that
should have stuck to him like glue.

We know he wants to talk to Phil, Sarge.
It's just a question of waiting for him

to make contact again. Oh, no, it isn't.

It's a question of getting round to his
house now and squeezing every last

detail out of him. No, I'm sorry, Sarge.
I promised Nat I wouldn't contact him

at home. I might expose him as an
informer. I don't care.

We need hard information and fast.

Move it.

Crane, you know what this Nat Wilmot
looks like, don't you? Thread belt,

It's before my time. All right, then.
Ventress, in case he's not at home, you

check out his haunts in town.

Nick him if necessary, but get him in
here.

Right. I needed to talk to his
girlfriend.

It's unbelievable.

The star's missing off all these roofs.

The water seeps in.

You say you've reported this?

To the agent.

He were more interested in the well
-being of the estate's livestock than

workforce. They say there's a new man
taking over. They reckon this one's

to be even tighter about spending money.

Well,

he's going to have to do something.

This is a definite health risk.

Welcome. Spot on time, too. Very good.

Thank you, my lord.

It's good to be here. Well, it's good to
see you. Come on in.

How is your journal?

Fine, thank you. Yes, Lord Aaron
Stanton's the guy. Ah, how is he? Very

What impressed me at the interview was
your keenness to get to grips with

figures and paperwork and so forth.

Well, estate management is like any
other business.

If the books don't balance, we're all in
trouble.

Well, good.

Excellent.

Last chap I had never seemed to grasp
that.

To be frank, the whole way we've managed
things here needs a jolly good sort

out. You have a free hand.

I relish the challenge.

Right, well, let's take a spin round the
estate, shall we? Show you what's what.

Great.

Oh, that's typical of this country.

It is.

Peace here about Lord Elsenbury.

He transformed his country estate from a
medieval mausoleum into one of the

country's favourite fun parks.

Why, I've been there. They've got one of
those safari parks, you know, like with

wild animals and that.

You know, lions, tigers, gerbils.

Well, the gerbils aren't in the...
They're in the children's zoo.

Anyway, he had the lot. He had a fun
fair, miniature railway, go -karting.

An entrepreneurial man of vision who
moved with the times and made himself a

few, Bob. What are you getting ahead of
about, then? Well, he popped his clogs

last month, and the family are facing
crippling debt duties.

They're going to have to sell off the
whole estate.

What, even the gerbils?

Yes, David, even the flaming gerbils.

It's the trouble with this country. If
you do get off your backside and

achieve something, they penalise you.

You've got no worries there, then?

Says they can't sell the estate as a
whole and I'm going to have to flog it

in bits and pieces.

Well, thinking about it, that might just
represent an opportune and timely

venture.

Oh, dear.

He's just got off his backside.

Always a worrying sign, is that?

Nat, are you there?

Phil Bellamy, I need to talk.

Nat?

Mrs. Woolmot, are you in there?

Hello?

Right,

Phil. I'll tell him.

Over and out.

Phil says there's no one in at the
Wilmot's house.

He'd love to know after he makes a
contact whether the film's possible,

What about Ventress?

Nothing.

Good morning, madam.

How can I help you?

It's my husband. He's disappeared.

How do you mean, disappeared?

Well, he's not been back all night.

Missing for just the one night, then?

Yeah, but he's never done it before.

Well, if I might be frank, madam, in our
experience, if a man doesn't come home

to his wife for a night, it's usually
for one of three reasons.

Either there's been a domestic row, or
he's gone into an all -night drinking

session with his pals, or possibly he's
with another woman.

No, mine that night don't row.

And he never drinks to excess.

And he reckons dealing with one woman at
a time's enough for any man.

Did you say Nat?

No, Wilmot, the husband.

He's disappeared.

I'm very concerned.

As I said on the telephone, I've always
put a high priority on the welfare of my

employees, Doctor.

Well, it hasn't been very effective.

The cottages are terribly run down.

That's exactly why I've hired Ben
Norton. He's got the right pedigree. Top

degree from Anglicultural College,
second in command on the Hugh Jaron

and first -class references.

Now, here you go, then.

Leave it to us, Mrs. Wilmot. Let us know
immediately if he does show up.

Yeah, thanks.

Right. Details of his car and plate
number. I'll put out an alert on it.

Make inquiries.

Known acquaintances, cronies at the pub,
the bookies, etc.

Sergeant. And you, Ventra.

But you'll need someone to work the
radio and answer the phones.

No, no, I won't. I'll need you all on
your feet and out in the street.

Find them.

Ah, there.

I'd like you to meet our local GP, Dr
Liz Merrick.

Pleased to meet you, Mr Norton.

I'd say the pleasure's entirely mine.

Liz is a bit concerned about the state
of some of the Tide cottages, how they

might be affecting the health of her
patients.

Ah, yes.

I've unadded a couple of letters from
what I take to be my predecessor's

correspondence file.

I'm afraid the last chap wasn't too
strong on the paperwork, Liz.

Tiles missing, leaky roofs, dampened
breadwinters, is that it? Yes, I've seen

for myself.

It's disgraceful to expect people to
live in those conditions.

I agree.

I'm formulating a proposal to deal with
the whole matter of these cottages.

There you are, you see. On the ball
already.

We'll leave you to it then, Ben.

I'd give it urgent priority.

For a doctor as charming as you, that
shouldn't be a problem.

Mr Norton, please don't patronise me.

Bronchitis is nothing to smile about.

Actually, for a woman, I gather she's a
damn good doctor.

You keep saying you've got something for
me.

Something you call love but confess.

You've been a mess.

Well, you shouldn't have been messing.

And now someone else is getting all your
best.

These boots are made for walking.

And that's just what they'll do.

One of these days, these boots are going
to walk all day.

I'd like you to meet my new right -hand
man, Ben Lawton.

Oh, how do you do? How do you do?
Thought I'd introduce him to the local

watering hole.

Two pints are best, I think, if you'll
be so kind. Just a half for me, thanks.

don't want to get stuck in something.

Keen as mustard, this fellow. He'll
shake the place up, I can tell you. And

that's a good thing, is it?

Well, the bank seems to think so, yes.

Apparently I need some figures in black
on my statement.

So, these rumours about redundancies
could be true, then?

I'm assessing all aspects of management.

But if we need to rationalise the
workforce to produce a leaner business

environment, then we will. In plain
English, that's yes, then.

Come on, Oscar, that's confidential.

Let's take a period, shall we, then?

Mr Norman.

Berman Scripps.

Lord Ashfordly knows me as one of the
driving forces of the business community

here in Aidensfield. Oh, right.

Good to meet you.

It's a pleasure to hear we've got a man
of vision and enterprise at Ashfordly

Hall. Oh, I don't know about that. My
brief's simply to put things on a more

commercial basis.

Ah. So you'd be open to any money
-making ideas appropriate for an estate

that size?

Definitely. If you've a proposition, my
door, as they say, is always open.

Excuse me.

Yes.

Yes, he's very promising.

Seems to me his plan to balance the
books is just simply throw people out of

work. These old estates, Oscar, have got
to evolve.

You've got to move with the times.

He's not been seen by anyone in the
Times since yesterday.

But he's a survivor, isn't he? He'll be
all right.

It's not him I'm worried about.

We have the prospect of an armed raid
here in the next couple of days. No idea

what the target is.

Banks, post offices, warehouses, firms
with wages deliveries.

We can't watch out for them all.

Couldn't we get divisions to draft in
more men, Sarge? Well, I was hoping we'd

find Nat Wilmot first.

Then I'd have something firmer to tell
them. As it is, I have to inform HQ that

there may be a robbery planned, but
we've no detail on it.

Embarrassing. Given the reasons for her
lack of information...

Come in.

There's a Jake Clark, fraudster on the
estate, asking to see you.

Can't he wait till surgery?

Well, he knows that you've been to see
Lord Ashfordly about the Tide Cottages,

and he's got something to tell you about
them.

OK.

Well, please stay.

The more folk know what's going on, the
better.

It's a confidential memo from the new
agent Norton to Lord Ashfordly.

Seems Norton's got a plan for doing up
the tied cottages on the estate.

Well, they need doing up, don't they?

Tell her, Doctor.

Tell her what his little plan is.

Mr Norton is recommending that the
tenants be moved out whilst renovation

place. Their jobs would go under labour
force rationalisation and the renovated

cottages would be rented out as
profitable holiday lands.

Where did you get this?

Someone on the house staff got it to me.

Now, don't tell anyone I give it to you.
My job could be at risk.

I just thought you should know what's
afoot, Doctor.

No, I appreciate it's not much to go on,
sir, but the source is usually

reliable.

Ah, well, I'm afraid my officer was
called away on other business for a

and... Yes, sir?

No backup without concrete info,
understood.

Yes, I'll call you as soon as we have
anything definite.

Elton Bay Estates.

Ah, good afternoon.

Vernon Scripps here, managing director
of Scripps Business Environments.

We should refuse to work until Asfordly
gets rid of him.

Jake, you've all got families to feed. I
mean, striking now will bring misery to

you sooner than it will to Lord
Ashfordly.

So should we let him get away with
turfing people like Wilf here, out their

and out their jobs?

Look, I'm just suggesting you get legal
advice on tenancy rights, employment

rights. Then you'll know where you
stand.

Who's going to pay?

Ashfordly's got an army of lawyers to
fight at his corner.

No, I say we hit him where it hurts, in
his pocket, down tools, without a

workforce, that estate's unmanageable.

Jake, before you take a step like that,
you should talk to Lord Ashfordly.

When he sees the strength of your
feeling, he may reconsider.

He's hired Norton to get rid of workers
and use their arms for profit.

We want Norton out, and the best way to
do that is to strike.

Lord Ashfordly's a decent man. Somebody
should talk to him.

Well, he may be a decent man, but what
about the new bloke?

What did you make of him?

They're all very angry, Dennis, and
every right to be.

People could turn ugly on Ashfordly
Estate.

Great.

That's all I need.

Had a bad day?

Oh, got a dressing down from HQ, that's
all.

Why?

Phil Bellamy was being given a tip -off
about an armed robbery.

He broke off to take a phone call from
Gina.

Can you credit it? By the time he'd
finished whispering sweet nothings, the

snout had gone.

Had to cover for him when I reported to
division. A stupid idiot.

That's a bit harsh.

Why? It was an idiotic thing to do.

People have private lives as well.

Gina's pregnant with his baby.

I can understand why you'd want to talk
to her.

Oh, maybe, but not if it puts lives at
risk. It's a question of priorities.

And the job's always a priority for you.

You've been here before, haven't we?

You know, I'm really glad that Phil puts
his wife -to -be and future child

before work.

And if I rang you from Liverpool or
someplace, I hope you might at least be

bothered to say hello.

Whatever you were doing.

Yes, madam.

Steve, yes, what is it?

It's abandoned in a field off the old
Whitby Road.

No, there's no sign of Nat.

But there are bloodstains in the car.

There are several sets of footprints,
Sarge.

It's possible he was abducted after a
struggle, dragged to another vehicle and

then away.

Whoever these people are, seems like
they mean business.

I'd tell you it was Brighton.

She never left him.

This is not your fault, Phil.

Not much for forensics to go on.

If they'd done him any serious, I'll
never forgive myself.

It won't harm him too much if they want
him to drive the getaway car.

Well, they may have given up on that.

Could just be holding him so he doesn't
blab before the robbery.

Yeah, and afterwards he knows too much.

Nat said they were a London gang, didn't
he?

Yeah. So they must be living in
temporary accommodation then, luckily.

hotel? Guesthouse? B &B?

Rented cottage?

Come on.

We haven't much time.

I've got a lot on today I could do with
David staying here and giving me a hand.

I need him in a chauffeuring capacity,
Bernard.

I want to make the right impression.

No way.

This is some nonsense to do with the
Elsonby Fun Park, isn't it? It is not

nonsense, Bernard.

Entertainment is a big part of the
business environment on posh estates

Vernon. If you want to create the right
impression, you should go dressed as a

clown.

How are we going, Mr Vernon? Nelsonby
Hall?

Yes, David.

Well, can we go and see the gerbils?

Just get in and drive, will you?

Morning,

Doctor. Mr Norton.

Please. Call me Ben.

I'm on my way to see Lord Ashfordly.

It's not here, I'm afraid. It's away on
business till tomorrow.

Anything I can help with? Could we speak
in your office?

It would be a pleasure.

See you there.

You'll have to excuse the mess, I'm
afraid. I'm getting there.

A few tea, coffee?

Nothing, thank you.

Have a seat.

I'll stand if that's all right.

Are you always like this?

Aren't doctors supposed to cultivate a
friendly bedside manner?

Or perhaps I've done something to offend
you. Not me, but quite a few other

people.

Who gave you this? Never mind who gave
it to me.

The people you're proposing to evict are
my patients.

Now, Wilf Langton has worked on this
estate all his life.

He's worked hard, out in all weathers,
and hardly ever missed a day through

illness. And how do you repay his
loyalty?

His listening. Don't call me Liz and you
listen.

Now, I don't know what sort of business
ethics they teach in agricultural

college, but I think turning hard
-working people out of their homes and

appalling. Doing it simply to exploit
their homes for profit is barbaric.

Yes, barbaric.

Now, you might think that you're quite
something, but in my eyes, you're not.

And that's your considered opinion, is
it, Dr Merrick? Yes, it is.

Well, then I'm glad you're not my GP.

I prefer someone to make a diagnosis
based on fact.

I can read, Mr. Norton, and the facts
speak for themselves.

You won't get away with this without a
fight.

I promise you that.

Of the gingerbread and certainly damps
the fun of the oldest son.

Yes, I saw this story.

The family's in such a farless state,
they're even selling off their ladyship

the jewelry.

Really? It's going to the prestigious
sports collection in New York.

Shame.

Anyway, as I said, I have a client who's
in the market for some of the

gameshifting. Most of it's spoken for
already, I'm afraid, Mr. Scripps.

Spoken for?

A fairground in Blackpool's bought the
big wheel.

A large estate in Wiltshire's taking our
safari stock.

What about the gerbils?

Gerbils?

A children's zoo in Accrington's having
those, I believe.

Never mind about the gerbils, David.

What's left?

It is quite a popular attraction.

around again, please.

Why not?

Well, Mr. Scripps, I'm not sure about
this.

It's been very popular here.

Good money's been in it. Six carriages,
six seats in each, two shillings a ride,

that's, um... £3 .12.

Four trips an hour.

£14 a day.

Ten hours a day, peak summer months.

That's over £100.

But we're definitely asking.

Everything.

Engine, carriage, track, signal box.

Ginny, is there a jar and a whistle?

We'll even throw those in.

So what about dismantling and shipping?

We'll arrange that.

Aye. Well, you've got a deal, then.
Excellent.

Dr Beeching may have closed a few
railway lines down.

You'll be known for opening one up.

What's that?

Going round in circles all day.

Ashfordly Police, Mrs. Amos. Have you
had any people with a London accent

for rooms recently?

Oh, you don't do B &B anymore?

No,

fine, thanks.

Sorry, Sarge. We're getting nowhere, are
we?

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to control.

Yes, Steve, go ahead.

Couple of possibilities, Sarge.

Recent lets of property to men who gave
London addresses.

All right, you and Bellamy check it out,
but go carefully.

Will do, Sarge.

He didn't offer to review the plan?

He was only interested in how I got hold
of his confidential memo.

You didn't tell him?

Of course not.

So how did he justify what he's doing?

To be honest, I didn't give him much of
a chance.

I'm afraid I lost my temper. His whole
attitude makes me very angry.

It seems to have made a lot of people
angry.

Now, we down tools from tomorrow.

With all the demo with placards
demanding that Ben Norton be sacked.

Well,

he's always been a bit of a hothead,
huh, Jake?

Aye, that's true enough.

I mean, I agree with his cause, but
sometimes it's advisable to go about

with a bit of caution.

I wish you'd tell that to Vernon.

He's had enough, then.

Airbrained, get -rich -quick scheme.

Taking a checkbook with him, lumbered
himself with I don't know what. I fear

worst.

I haven't got much on tomorrow.

Oscar, what do you mean?

Well, the workforce up at the Ashfordly
estate are coming out on strike in the

morning. And they're blocking the roads
in and out of the estate.

It's going to need policing.

I heard about these cottages. What's
Lord Ashfordly playing at? I wouldn't

bother. He's not back till tomorrow.

It's the new bloke that's stirring all
this up.

Sir.

A number of trees have been felled
around here recently.

Can you tell me why?

Don't know.

Diseased or something.

I just do what I'm told.

Where's the chap you work with?

Jake, is it? Jake Clark?

He's gone to a meeting. Mostly estate
Marata.

Meeting?

They've got grievances.

I don't think they can discuss them on
the estate's time, do they?

If they're not careful, some may find
they haven't got jobs to come back to.

Don't bring me down.

Don't bring me down.

Good afternoon, sir.

Madam Constable.

Just a routine call, sir.

I gather you recently rented this
property?

Yes, I have.

Well, we always like to say hello to
visitors in our area, especially in

places like this.

Well, that's most reassuring.

You here on business or pleasure, sir?

Entirely for pleasure.

You come up on your own? Yes.

The wife's strictly a beach and suntan
sort of person.

I love to get the boots on, go up in the
hills hiking.

Spotting a pair of peregrine falcons
this morning. Absolutely magnificent.

Would you like to pop in for a cup of
tea or something?

We'd love to. I'm afraid we have to be
off.

OK. Well, thanks for calling by.

Thank you.

Nice chap.

Nice guy, too.

I hope that pair are as thick as they

looked. Cos we can do without the local
law sticking their oar in at this stage,

can't we, my friend?

If there is to be a robbery, it's likely
to be today. And without hard info,

divisions still aren't prepared to draft
in extra men.

We also have to deal with a
demonstration on the Ashfordly estate.

Ventress, you'd better handle that.

You two have like out on patrol, showing
a presence.

We can't cover everything but park up
occasionally outside the bank, the post

office, etc.

These firms are expecting the wages van
today, so keep an eye out there too.

I'll man the radio and the phones and
respond as backup as and when necessary.

Right, on you go.

Yes, sir.

Right, we're on.

The security van's on its way to pick up
the goodies.

Waiting that side road.

By the time the van gets there, I'll be
right behind it.

What's going on here?

That's Ben Norton, my lord.

Ben, why?

He's planning on throwing families out
their homes. And we're not going to

for it, are we, lads?

If you've got a grievance, you come up
to the hall and discuss it in a

manner. You do not stand in the road
shouting at me. There's nothing to

Sack Norton or we'll not go back to
work.

Out! Out!

Norton! Out!

Out! Out!

Norton! Out!

Out! Norton! Out!

We mean it, my lord.

He goes or you've got no workforce.

Out! Out!

Out! Norton! Out!

Out! Out! Norton! Out!

Vernon,

will you never learn?

You've spent every penny and borrowed up
to the hill for a toy train. If you

don't sell it on Sharpies, you're
bankrupt.

Bernard, you have to speculate to
accumulate.

It's the golden rule of the business
environment.

Cos, Rollop, you should have had a
definite buyer lined up. I have.

Ben Norton's going to have it for the
estate.

It's a real money spinner. It's just
what he's after.

When Lord Ashfordly sees the disruption
Ben Norton's caused, he may not even

have a job anymore.

What disruption?

It means this is going on, Norton.

The place seems to be on strike.

I'm starving. Where's Cook?

I'm afraid she's walked out as well.

I haven't had my breakfast yet.

I go away for 24 hours, the whole estate
falls to pieces. What the devil are you

playing at, Matt?

It's really not my fault, my lord. I
hired you to improve things, not ruin

Sort it out, or you're fired.

I'll still make my own damn breakfast.

What are you doing back, Bellamy?

I know I screwed up the other night,
Sarge, but I'm still a good copper. This

isn't the time. You should be out on
patrol.

And a good copper has instincts.

That chap from London that we visited
yesterday, staying at a cottage out on

moors. Up here for some hiking, you
said?

Yeah. He was just a bit too glib.

So as we left, I mentally made a note of
his number plate.

Scribbled it down later.

He's been gnawing away at me, Sarge.

Look, can we run a check on this car
number?

And why not?

What precious little else to go on.

All right. See you around, Arthur.

There's been no trouble, Arthur, oh?

Oh, none at all.

Seems to be perfectly good humour.

They seem to have almost everyone's
support.

He won't add to the good humour, though.

Well, I'll say this for him. He's got
guts coming here.

One brave man.

Or a rather stupid and arrogant one.

Are you sure this is wise, Mr. Norton?

I don't think you'll be very welcome
here.

I want a word with Jake Clark.

I doubt that he's in the mood to
negotiate now.

Oh, I'm not here to negotiate.

I want to ask him why he's been chopping
down perfectly healthy trees.

According to vehicle registration
records, this plate number doesn't

Which means either you memorised it
incorrectly or... Or I got it right on

false plate.

Look here.

Shall I go up there, sir? No, it
wouldn't be wise to go alone.

But if I go with you, we'll leave Steve
Crane holding the town on his own.

Norton, out!

Out! Out!

Norton, out!

Out! Out! It is inflaming things by
being here.

Norton, out!

Out! Unless... If you're here to say
that the holiday cottage scheme has been

abandoned, I'd go back if I were you.
There isn't a holiday cottage scheme.

The memo you gave me was typed on a
state -headed paper, but it was a

fabrication. So there's no plan to do up
the cottages?

Yes, there is, but only to give the
present occupants somewhere decent to

The holiday cottages are an invention.

They've blackened my name.

Why? Who would want to do that?

Jake Clark.

Mr Norton's discovered that he was
felling estate trees, selling the timber

factory. and pocketing the cash.

My predecessor seems to have been in on
the scam.

You see, they pretended the trees were
diseased.

Jake realised it wouldn't take me long
to get on to what had been happening.

He's obviously orchestrated a campaign
to get me out.

I suggest you tell Norton to clear off
before someone gets hurt.

I think Mr Norton would like a word with
you first about felling trees and

selling the timber. And forging memos.

I think Lord Ashfordly would like to
have a word with you.

Quite something, isn't he?

This Mr Norton.

No sign of the Jag.

I might have met them.

They could be carrying out the robbery
right now.

Or else this man was legit and you just
got the number wrong.

No, I'm sure I got it right, Sarge.

Well, either way, let's get back,
Sharpish.

Can I back my instincts one more time,
Sarge?

Do it!

There's no warrant. We'll be liable for
any damage.

Where are they?

What's the target?

When is the robbery taking place?

They're after Lady Eltham with
jewellery.

A security van.

Being driven to Manchester Airport.

And where are they planning to hit the
van?

Come on, man, where?

Hands off!

Let's have the keys, and your wives just
might see you pair again.

Maybe you're not as thick as you look.

Well done, Bellamy.

I think you've just about redeemed
yourself.

Mr. Scripps about?

Possibly. Of Scripps Business
Environment?

Sounds like my brother.

I'll have a delivery for him. It's our
final sale. I thought I'd make it

personally. One miniature train engine,
six carriages, signal box, a mile of

single -gauge track. There are three
more lorries on their way with the rest

that. One guard's hat and whistle.

I was told I'd find you here.

Ah, hello.

Have a seat.

You'll be pleased to hear I've found
good temporary accommodation for Will

the others from the tight cottages.

While the repair work starts, I'm
bringing their own homes up to standard.

Good.

Not before time.

Well, you can hardly blame me for that.

I moved as fast as I could.

I appreciate that, Mr Norton.

And I apologise for the misunderstanding
over the memo.

No apology necessary.

So, apart from the other proposal,
that's that.

Other proposal?

I propose we drop this Mr Norton and
Doctor stuff and continue our

on a Liz and Ben basis.

I agree to give it consideration, Mr
Norton.

Morning, chap.

Everything all right?

He'd better want it here, Bernard.

Bernard, will you calm down?

Ben Norton will welcome this with open
arms.

Well, I've, uh, discussed the idea of
having a miniature railway in the

Unfortunately, it simply doesn't appeal
to Lord Ashfordly.

But it's a real money spinner.

It takes over £100 a day.

I appreciate that, but it's not in
keeping with how Lord Ashfordly sees

developing round here.

That's it, then.

You're bankrupt, I'm stuck with a giant
rotten train set fired up on me full

court.

Actually, things may not have entirely
come off the rails, if I can put it that

way. Indeed, they may yet be light at
the end of a tunnel.

Really? Before I came here, I worked on
the Arran estate.

A miniature railway would be perfect
there. I've spoken to Lord Arran and...

He's agreed to take it.

Brilliant.

Hear that, Bernard?

In business, Bernard, it always pays to
have more than a one -track mind, if you

get my train of thought.

We all occasionally mess up in the job.
Even me, from time to time.

Really?

Well, we'd never noticed, Alf.

Well, lesson learned.

Believe me.

Bellamy, you won't want to take this in.

It's Gina.

In a cool box.

Thanks, Oscar.

Hello,

Gina, love.

How are you? I'm fine, thanks.

What's the weather been like there?

Oh, just hang on a sec, Phil.

Gina?

Gina! Come on.

Why are you running if she's not
careful? Gina, love!

Are you there?

Come on, Gina.

Hey, stop looking about. I'm on the
phone.

Forget the phone, Phil.

I've come home.

Di, this is Steve.

Another barbie, eh?

Who do you know?

Well, there's a room across your
forehead where your helmet's been.

It's my husband.

I think he's trying to kill me.

Lion dung!

This stuff is the creme de la creme of
animal droppings.