All language subtitles for heartbeat_s13e20_swan_song

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

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

Almost cut my hair.

It happened just the other day.

Getting kind of long.

Now, as gold captain, this to me has
always been the highlight of the golfing

year, the presentation of the Sidney
Baxter Memorial Cup.

And to present the trophy we're very
lucky to have with us again this year,

Sidney's widow, the lovely Shirley.

Now those of you who played against him
know, Sidney was a man who took his golf

seriously.

A bit too seriously at times, if you ask
me, Oscar.

Which is why this club's most
prestigious and coveted trophy is named

I always thought that if he hadn't
dedicated his life to being the biggest

manufacturer in the county, he could
have been up there with Arnold Palmer.

So without further ado, I'd like to call
upon Shirley to present the cop to this

year's winner, Mr Terry Hyde.

Hi, Mum.

There you are.

Oh, big smile.

Is it me, or are they getting younger
every year?

All right. I'll get you another drink,
Shirley. Oh, yes, please.

Mother, don't you think we should be
going?

Going? You know, I'm sure that hospital
gave me the wrong baby.

You can go home if you like. I'm here to
have some fun.

The night is young, eh, Oscar?

And they're playing our song.

Come on, Oscar.

Best foot forward.

Come on, come on. It's been a long time.

No, I've never... You all

right,

Harry? You sound a bit upset on the
phone.

You'll soon see why.

He's starting a new fashion trend around
here, Mr Pilby.

These are just the survivors.

Half a dozen pregnant ewes are found
dead on them moors. It's no laughing

matter. They died of hypothermia, then,
these sheep? They died because some

villain robbed them of their fleeces.

Oh.

They've been shorn. They're blind.

That's a tricky business, sharing a
sheep out on the moors in the middle of

night. Well, a fleece of a swaledale's
worth a bob or two.

Well, they must be easier things to
steal.

Have you any idea who's behind it?

You were made for me.

Everybody tells me so.

You were made for me.

Hello, love.

The boss is out.

Actually, I'm the boss.

Ah, Shirley, this is a surprise.

Well, what happened to you last night,
Oscar?

I popped to the ladies and when I came
back, you'd gone? Yes. It was past my

bedtime. Not to worry.

I'm planning a little soiree this
evening.

Just one or two close friends. A few
bottles of bubbly and old blue eyes on

turntable. And I was wondering if you'd
like to join us.

Well, yes, that would have been lovely,
but unfortunately it's Gina's night off.

Well, I'm sure she wouldn't mind, would
you, love? Well, ordinarily, no, but I

can't ask her, Shirley. Not with her
mother so poorly and in hospital.

Oh. Oh, I see.

Oh, pity.

Well, another time, Pratt.

Oh, yes, yes.

It'll be my pleasure.

Bye.

Legging it while she was in the loo. Not
very gentlemanly, Oscar.

Just keep smiling and waving, Gina.

You poor thing. Yes, well, circumstances
sometimes call for extreme measures.

Yeah. going.

You're up bright and early.

Mr. Norton, have you had any bother with
your sheep?

Sheep? Not that I'm aware of.

You recently took on a new shepherd.

Yeah, Bob Foxton.

Been with us a couple of months now.

He came with good references, then.

Oh, I've come across Harry Pilbeam.

Let's just say he's a difficult bloke to
work for. I'm surprised Bob stuck it as

long as he did.

Well, somebody got hold of Harry
Pilbeam's sheep in the dead of night and

them of their fleeces.

Sure. At least half a dozen of them
froze to death.

And he reckons that Bob Foxton was
behind it.

Better get this sorted right away, then.

Do you feel any better?

I reckon I slept for ten hours.

Food on the plane was pretty grim.

Now, this looks great.

Thank you, Gina.

You're welcome.

Hiya, Bernie.

Mr Kelly, I'm Bernard Scripps, the
funeral director.

Bernie, good to meet you at last. Pull
up a chair, mate.

I must admit, I'm really surprised to
meet you.

All the way from Australia.

Didn't think anyone was actually going
to come.

It's for my dad, really.

Uncle Charlie was his only brother.

We just want to give him a decent send
-off, so we thought at least one member

of the family should be here for the
funeral.

Right.

Took a chance on you, Bob.

Hope you haven't let me down. I haven't,
Mr Norton.

Mr Pilbeam reckons you've caused to
resent him.

I started working for Pilbeam when I was
16 years old.

In ten years, he raised my wages once.

It would have fight to get that.

You admit you don't like him, then?

Ruddy ate him, mean, miserable old so
-and -so.

Know your place. Don't argue with the
gaffer.

But I never touched his sheep.

I swear.

Well, I hope you're telling the truth,
lad.

Alf?

Sarge wants me back at the station.

I'll give it a good wash and a bit of a
polish.

You all right?

No.

What's the matter? Are you sick?

Sick?

I may as well be.

When folk find out, we're going to be
out of business.

Reputation ruined.

Why?

Charlie Kelly, the old boy who died a
couple of weeks ago.

Yeah, the one that we just...

His nephews have just arrived from
Australia.

For the funeral.

Wants to give him a proper send -off.

Well, this is the old man with no
friends.

The one that we just buried yesterday.

Well, we're doing them a favour.

Saving them some money.

Vicar had a late cancellation.

How was I supposed to know the relatives
were coming over?

Right, there's what Pilbeam's found. And
we've got reports from four other

places.

Must have had a busy night, our phantom
sheep shearers. Well, let's bolt Foxen

off the hook.

Pilbeam pointed the finger at him, said
he had a grudge.

We've taken 30 fleeces in one night and
we're still counting.

Suggest to me the motive's commercial.

I've got a witness card.

He reckons he saw three men... Just
before dawn, in a Land Rover with a

around here.

Didn't get a registration, no.

So what are we dealing with here? An
outside gang?

Probably. They must have sold the
fleeces on to someone.

That's true. Why don't you go on to
that, Ventress?

You two ask around the area.

Any more sightings, strangers in the
district, that sort of thing.

I don't think they're going to hang
about, so let's get a move on with this

If you think we can manage that,
Ventress.

You could do worse, Oscar. That posh
car.

She looks pretty well -heeled to me.

Yeah, if you ask me, it was her that
drove Paul Sid into an early grave.

Have you nicked him, then?

Er, no, Harry.

It's a bit more complicated than that.

You anywhere, any butterton?

My cousin, he owns the neighbouring
farm. He's been hitting all.

That's over a lot of people.

So it rather leaves Bob Foxton off the
hook.

He's a really good shearer. I know.

I taught him.

Well, we're looking into it anyway.

OK.

I'm going to have a pint, if you don't
mind.

All right, Alf. Usual.

Ciao.

So have you decided what to get me for
the beefy anniversary yet, Alf? Oh,

remind me. Another ruddy wedding
anniversary.

I've wrapped my brains.

But I don't know what she wants.

Eh? How about a nice rug?

I bet she'd love one of them.

The Baxters? I can't afford one of
those.

What if you had a friend who could get
you a discount?

I bet I don't.

Oscar knows Shirley Baxter, don't you,
Oscar?

Give it a rest, will you, Gina?

Oh, look who it isn't.

Proud of yourself, are you, Mr Norton?

I beg your pardon?

I bet your life nothing's happened to
any of his lordship's sheep.

It's a very serious accusation. But you
wouldn't be saying, Harry, if you

weren't drunk, and I suggest you take
him home. I speak my mind. He doesn't

belong round here. I should at least
employ a local man.

Come on, Harry. Watch him go.

A pint of the boozer, eh?

Makes me feel right at home.

I guess his ventress's sister's got one
of these.

Very snooty she is about it, too.

Mr. Blaketon.

Ah, Richard.

Nice to see you. This is a friend of
mine, Al Ventress.

It's his wedding anniversary coming up
soon. Ah, I see. And you're looking for

something special for your good lady.

Well, you've come to the right place, Mr
Ventress.

That's what I told him.

Is your mother about?

Well, she doesn't involve herself much
in the business nowadays.

But I'm sure I can help Mr Ventress with
his purchase, though.

Oh, yes, well, I'm sure you can. But the
thing is, Richard, I think I might have

offended her.

I doubt it.

Well, we'll just have a look around and
Alf can make his choice and we'll pop

back later.

Best not to upset her.

Come

in.

I'm really sorry I've made back, sir.

But I can explain.

You see... No, no, please, Alf.

Take a seat.

As you know, I was at division this
morning.

Actually, not quite sure how to begin.

There's been a change of policy, or at
least a firming up of existing

regulations.

Regulations on what?

Retirement.

Given manpower shortages in the past,
it's been the practice to encourage

officers to stay beyond the usual
retirement age, but nobody at division

realised. How many extensions do you
have, Adolf?

Oh, you're saying that they want me to
retire?

I'm afraid they do.

When? Well, to be quite honest, you've
slipped through the net and they're a

embarrassed. What with your accrued
holiday leave.

What are we talking?

End of the week.

Let's roll.

All

right.

I've seen them.

I've only just missed them.

Well, slow down, Mr. Pilby.

I presume you're talking about these
sheep shearers. They were up up top

loading up the gear. Had I been a couple
of minutes earlier, I'd have had them.

Did you recognise them?

Yeah, but weren't close enough to see
their faces. But it were Foxton, all

right. You saw Bob Foxton?

Look, if you stopped asking death
questions and got yourself down there

like as not you'd catch him with them
fleeces.

You didn't actually see Bob Foxton,
then?

Look, I know it was Foxton.

Well, did you get the registration
number? No, and they didn't have a

write it down with neither. Now, are you
going to get off your backside and do

something or what?

Mr Pilbeam. No, you're not, are you?

Lazy idol, good -for -nothings, the lot
of you. Beats me up a pail of rakes. You

buried his uncle two days ago.

Yeah, I dug the grave.

It's come all the way from Australia for
a funeral that's already happened.

Well, it's an honest mistake, Bernie.

Yeah, and honesty is the best policy.

Now, Mr Vernon always says that.

Oh, what a pity he doesn't take his own
advice.

So, what did Merton say exactly?

Well, they're pensioning me off. At the
end of the week, I'm out of a job.

That's a bit sudden, isn't it?

The bureaucrats have caught up with me,
Oscar.

It's all forthwith and you're out on
your year.

I'm really sorry, Alf.

I tell you, you get a decent pension.

And all the time in the world to do
those things you've only dreamt about

Like what?

I don't know.

Bird watching.

Bit of fishing.

Golf.

Gina. Hi, Phil.

Nice things.

Fine, thanks.

Look at the state of you.

Just been up at Uncle Charlie's place
trying to sort a few things out.

Had to walk back in the dark.

Well, it looks like you walked halfway
across the moors. You're telling me. I

got a bit lost.

Sorry about the boots.

I'll get them cleaned up for you.

She's a jewel, eh?

Yeah.

I was hoping to catch you, Mr Kelly.

Hey, it's Kevin.

I've just been up at the farm. You know
what I found? A cine camera.

Now, I need to find a local photographer
so I can record it all for my dad.

You want to film the funeral?

I know it's a bit unusual, but you see,
you have to understand about my dad and

Uncle Charlie.

Dad feels awful about how things ended
up.

They hadn't met for years.

Nearly 30 years.

I don't think Charlie ever forgave Dad,
though, for leaving him in the lurch and

running off to Australia.

The funeral's our way of saying sorry.

Well, I'm sure if he's up there looking
down on you now, he knows your dad's

sorry. At least it'll help him make his
peace with Charlie.

Right, what are you blokes drinking?

Yeah, sorry I'm late.

I've had Harry's pill bean banging on my
door.

Reckons he nearly caught the sheep
shearer's red -handed.

What, tonight?

Yeah, on the top road.

I've been up on my bike and had a look,
but there was no sign.

Really?

Sorry I'm late, love.

I had a right deal there.

Well, haven't you?

No, I had to tell Alf Ventress he's got
to retire.

I can imagine how that went down.

Here, let me give you a hand. I can
manage.

The supper's in the oven.

I doubt it's fit to eat now, though.

I could always pop out and get some fish
and chips. Fancy that?

I've been struggling with ether for an
hour. I'd rather go out for a drink.

Good day.

A bit tired, though.

Forget it, then.

No, no, if you want to go out. Dennis, I
said it doesn't matter.

You look nice.

That's the idea.

Busy night, lad?

Just keeping a close eye out with this
bother.

There you are.

You might fool that soppy so -and -so
Norton, but you don't fool me.

Look, I know not about your sheep.

And I don't work for you no more, so
just get lost, will you? Oh, dear, you

to me like that, you lippy little... Go
home, Annie.

Oi!

What's going on?

I swore I'd sort this out.

And I have.

What am I going to do?

I've never heard of anybody filming a
funeral.

When's he going to watch it? After tea
on a Sunday?

This is not a joke, David. I've got to
find a way of telling him.

Perhaps not.

This hasn't been in the ground a couple
of days.

The coffin allows to be marked. Why
don't we just, you know, dig it up?

Pardon?

Well, then we have another funeral, bury
it again, and everyone will be happy.

Consuming bodies is a very serious
business. You need the proper

In that case, we won't exhume it.

We'll just dig it up.

It's out of the question.

Anyway, what will we tell the vicar?

It's all right, girls.

I'm going to keep you warm.

It's all right.

Got yourself in a right mess this time,
haven't you, Harry?

Right is right.

You lot were doing no... You fractured
Bob Foxton's skull, is that right?

Doctors are operating on him now. He
might die.

I never meant to... I only wanted... OK,
Mr Pilbeam.

Let's go, shall we?

Oscar, I don't see I'm ever going to
afford this now I'm retired.

Don't you worry, Al.

I'm going to get you a whacking great
discount.

Oscar!

Oh, Shirley.

Oh, and this must be Alfred.

A nice rug for your lady wife. Well,
there's not many men know their wives

enough to think of that.

Well, actually, I don't. Your last of
the great romantics is Alfred.

worships the ground she walks on. Oh,
you must give Oscar some tips.

Mother!

Never work, please.

I'm busy. I thought you were sorting out
the delivery.

This is important.

I'm trying on a business here. It's hard
enough without you giving huge

discounts to every old bloke that takes
your fancy.

Oh, you are an impudent young pup.

I'm 29, Mother.

And if you don't take my advice, this
firm is going under.

That midwife.

She's absolutely gave me the wrong baby.

Now then, Alfred, let's sort you out a
nice rug.

Come on.

I've spoken to the hospital this
morning.

Bob Foxton is out of danger.

Well, they only ever meant to give him a
good hiding.

Well, you're charged with GBH, and I'm
bailing you in the sum of £20 to people

for the magistrates in the 70th time.

That's what I'd bail out.

You all right, are you? Yeah, I am.

Sorry, Mr Pilgrim.

And stay off the booze.

I've been doing some thinking, Sarge,
about the disposal of these fleeces.

Ah, don't you worry about that,
Ventress.

Crane can look into that side of things.

You probably never expected to hear me
say this, but put your feet up.

You've earned it.

Yes, but why don't you put the kettle on
off?

Right, what about this Australian?

Seems a bit of a coincidence if you ask
me.

in arriving just as it all kicks off.

Well, all the Brailiams are sheep
shearers, aren't they?

He says he's here to bury his uncle.

Yeah, Charlie Kelly.

He was a sheep farmer.

Was he indeed?

You could be on to something there.

Well spotted, Bellamy.

Why would anyone come all the way here
from Australia to nick a few fleeces?

Sorry, Ventress?

Er, nothing, Sarge.

All I need is for you to sign a
statement.

I don't want any fuss.

Fuss? He could have killed you.

The thing is, Mr Norton, it's been very
tough for ill farmers the last couple of

years.

And this business, some are bound to go
under.

I don't understand your attitude, Bob.

Do you know who's behind this?

I don't know anything.

But I know how they all feel.

And I don't want to make it worse.

You get some rest.

I'm getting anywhere, Cardinal.

I think it's most likely a gang of
outsiders.

Yeah, I'd be mad at that too.

I never realised you blokes were the
local plods.

Didn't you?

Surprised you're paying out for a room
at the pub?

Why don't you stay here?

You want to take a look inside the main
house?

That'll answer your question.

Poor old Uncle Charlie wasn't too hot at
domestic, short.

Does she follow him around in the
family?

No way, mate. I'm a motor mechanic.

And I've succeeded in getting Uncle
Charlie's old wagon going, which is a

miracle, if I do say so myself.

Why, what are you going to do with it?

Oh, sell it, I reckon.

What's so funny?

You think it's me, don't you?

Going around shearing all these ruddy
sheep.

If I'd have known, I'd have brought my
hat with the little corks on it. Well,

can you shear sheep?

Listen, my dad moved halfway around the
world to get away from sheep.

He started a garage business in Sydney.

I'm a city boy. I know nothing about
farming.

Well, we're sorry to have bothered you.

By the way, you know Gina at the pub?

Has she got a boyfriend?

Why do you ask?

I thought I might take her out.

Don't want to tread on anyone's toes.

You wouldn't be.

Felt to me like he was telling the
truth, God.

No.

He's taking the mickey. We should put
him under surveillance, Sarge.

You're the one who asked me if you could
shear sheep.

It's not exactly subtle interrogation,
was it?

Yeah, all right. That's enough.

You were just told to go there and look
the place over.

Surely no one would go to all this
trouble unless they knew they could sell

fleeces. I've been into all that.

Fleeces can only be sold through the
wool marketing board.

What if you've never heard of the black
market?

I take your point, Crane.

But we'll keep an eye on them anyway.

It's up to you, Sarge.

Well, let's get on with it then.

Saw this for a bit of scrappy.

Saw good reshreds, I reckon, off
-seller.

I've got some old tyres out the back,
might be good enough.

Bernie.

I was wondering if I could see him.

See you.

Oh, it's a Charlie.

I presume he's in your chapel of rest.

Well, no.

Hospital mortuary still.

You're Charlie Kelly's nephew, aren't
you?

I'm Liz Merrick. I'm the local GP here.

I'm really pleased to meet you, Doctor.

He went pretty quickly in the end, if
that's any consolation to you.

Yeah, it is.

Thank you.

You couldn't fix it for me to visit him,
could you?

Visit him?

The public's probably not allowed in the
hospital mortuary, eh?

No, I thought... wasn't here.

No, no, no.

We've had a bit of a backlog.

Oh, I see.

I could ask, if you like.

Thank you. I'd appreciate that.

I'm surprised Oscar never let on you
were one of our boys in blue.

I'm just about to retire.

My late husband was a great friend of
the chief constable.

We went to all the big functions.

So you get all your wool from the wool
marketing bar? Absolutely.

We pride ourselves on sticking to
tradition.

A bachelor's rug is made entirely from
the wool of local Claredale. Has anyone

offered to sell you the leafy
Tourette's, you know, on the black

Oh, that wouldn't be allowed.

It's all very regulated.

for PC Ventress.

You can talk us some more of PC
Ventress.

Oh, plus a bit of official business.

I've just been warning, Shirley, there's
some black market wool going round.

Really? Stolen. Would you believe?

No.

Well, we'll certainly keep an eye out
then.

I'd be grateful if you would.

Everyone that looks twice at Gina, you
decided to do it.

That's not true.

Looks like he's off.

He knows all about it.

You can tell from the look on his face.

Do you think Shirley knows?

No. What about Martin?

I haven't told him yet.

I doubt he'd listen.

Why ever not?

Well, ever since they've known that I'm
retiring, it's as though I'm not there.

They're not interested in what I think.
It's all put your feet on, make yourself

a cup of tea.

Being pensioned off is equal to useless
in their boot.

Well, maybe you and I can still show
them a thing or two, Alf.

Let's do a bit of detective work on our
own.

If you don't speed up, we'll lose him.

Not much traffic on the road. I don't
want to get too close.

I thought you said it was too cold.

Shirley, we're here to help you. I know
you are, lovey. And I do appreciate it.

We did overhear your son talking about
business difficulties.

Difficulties.

Nobody wants quality anymore. Just cheap
foreign imports.

Since great -grandfather started this
firm, at one time, every home of

distinction in the north of England had
at least...

Baxter's rug.

Now, fitted carpets.

Have Baxter's been buying stolen
fleeces?

After you came to the factory this
afternoon, I asked my son the same

He denied it.

But I know he was lying.

Oh, Sid must be turning in his grave.

We're going to end up bankrupt and
disgraced.

What am I going to do, Oscar?

Don't worry, Shirley.

Maybe there's a way around this.

Table's booked for about 8 o 'clock. Are
you sure you don't want me to drive?

One -handed.

Hang on a sec.

We're going to take a look.

I've just dropped them off at the
station. I'm going to spend the night in

Leeds, but then they're going to go and
stay in London. They just caught the

last train.

What are you talking about?

Oh, it's the vicar and his wife. They're
going to stay with her sister in London

for a week.

They're going to be gone for a whole
week.

Are you sure about this?

Oh, yeah, they had a right big suitcase
with them.

No, no, you'd be totally wrong.

See anyone?

No. The dog started to pick up a rumpus.
That's what alerted us. We've

definitely been hit.

But I won't be able to do a proper count
till the morning.

I can't believe they're coming this near
to Ashfordly Hall.

I suppose this might finally convince
Pilbeam that it isn't Bob Poxon.

Ah, the heavy mob, eh?

This is a warrant to search these
premises.

Any objections?

You might need a pair of these.

Look, I know I messed you about a bit.

In what way, Mr. Kelly?

The old blokes were trying to follow me,
so I gave them the slip.

But I was just having a bit of fun.

And where were you last night?

I was at the cinema in Ashfordly with
Gina from the pub.

Gina Ward.

We'll be checking that.

Be my guest.

The big shed at the back. It's
padlocked. You got a key for it?

Probably.

Somewhere.

Oh,

blow me down.

Well, I'm no expert, but I'd say that
looks very much like sheep shearing

equipment.

I've never seen this gear before, I
swear to you.

Who does it belong to, then? Uncle
Charlie's ghost?

I think we'd better continue this
discussion down at the police station,

Kelly.

He's just a little lad, really.

I do hope I'm doing the right thing.
Surely you are, believe me.

a way to get your deliveries.

Your mother is very disappointed in you,
Richard.

This is getting beyond a joke.

I just came to England to bury my uncle.

And you've never seen the Land Rover or
the trailer in the shed before?

No! For the umpteenth time, I've never
been in that shed.

They're not mine, and I've no idea how
they got there.

It was on your property.

My dad's, to be precise.

Perhaps you want to take the next plane
to Sydney and arrest him.

Excuse me, Sarge. Al's on the phone.

He needs to use the van.

He's just recovered a dozen stolen
fleeces.

I had a meeting at the bank.

They threatened to call in the loans.

I had to do something.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want you to be upset.

Oh, he is a good son, isn't he?

No, I'm not.

I could never match up to him.

I've been trying to persuade you for
years to get some new equipment in. Just

change the work method so we could be
more efficient.

But you, you wouldn't have it.

Everything me dad did was sacrosanct. We
couldn't change anything.

We're a traditional firm, lovey. And as
a result, we're going broke.

People want fitted carpets. They like
them.

So how did you set it all up?

I met this fella at the market.

I was complaining about the prices. He
said he knew someone who might be

persuaded to help me out.

Who was that?

Charlie Kelly.

The old farmer who's just died.

I talked to him about a month ago.

He said he could let me have as many
fleeces as I wanted at a third of WMB

prices.

He dropped dead of an heart attack. I
thought that was it.

Then I got left a note telling me...
Where to collect the fleeces and where

leave the money. Do you know who he was
working with?

No idea.

Charlie Kelly, eh?

A woman who the nephew was party to all
along and just decided to carry on.

Well, it seems unlikely to me, Sarge.

Richard Baxter said that all Charlie
ever did was to moan about his relatives

Australia.

Well, if it wasn't Kevin Kelly, then
who's been shearing all these sheep?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, it has to be someone local, with
a knowledge of the moors.

I'd like to have a go at finding out who
it is, Sarge.

Sort of a swan song, eh?

Well, I haven't done too badly so far.

Better than the rest of us, you mean?

I wouldn't say that, Sarge.

Oh, not to my face, maybe.

Just what you've been thinking, you and
Oscar Blaketon.

Well, if you can get it sorted out and
quickly, I've certainly no objections.

I did what you said.

Left them a note.

This was put through the letterbox an
hour ago.

Pick up usual place at dawn tomorrow.

He's a good lad. Shirley, can I use your
phone?

Yes, of course.

Alf, it's me.

We're in business. They're coming out
tonight.

So tell Merton we need to stake out the
Kelly farm.

Good.

Oscar, about us.

Us? Mm.

I know you had hopes.

Indeed, I did myself.

Well, I... No.

Do not say any more.

I know now why all this terrible
business has happened.

It's a sign from up there.

Sid's had a word in the governor's ear.

I see.

I see.

And he's right.

We can't see each other any more.

I am so sorry.

I hope you can bear it.

Well, it's a big disappointment to me,
Shirley, but I do understand.

I'll just have to live with it.

It's wrong.

It is very wrong.

Well, sometimes you have to do wrong to
do right.

That's what Mr Vernon said.

You're to tell no one, especially not
Vernon.

Promise me, David.

Yeah, I promise.

Scouts on her.

When were you in the Scouts?

Oh, I wasn't. I always wanted to be, but
my mother thought they were too rough

and lit too many fires.

There's a locum vicar covering the
parish, but he's got to come over from

Whitby.

I've already phoned him, and he's got a
slot.

So we're doing this for old Charlie's
family.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Panda 1. Over.

Sarge, they've arrived.

Over and out.

Alf, they've arrived at the farm.
They're picking up the gear.

Yes, well, good detective work always
pays off.

Don't rub it in, Oscar.

Over.

They're headed up the valley this way.

Want to come with me? Might need your
knowledge of the area. I don't make

No, Harry, leave it to us.

Get in.

We're turning off the road at the
strike.

We're half mile from High Barrow.

Right -o, Steve. Thanks. Over and out.

If you go back past the church, there's
a little lane on the left. It cuts off

the corner.

Yeah, I think I'm nearly there.

It's the police.

Somebody's told them.

Come on, open up. We're here.

They've gone.

I knew this was a bad idea.

David.

David! Come on, get on with it.

Quickly.

Catch us if you can.

Time to get a move on.

It must be somebody local. You?

Me own cousin?

Needs must, Harry.

How could you rob your own kind?

Your own family?

They're easiest people to rob.

Hey, hey, come on, leave it.

You get them?

Yes, thanks.

We've arrested a local farmer and two
men that work for him. All and Richard

Baxter's been charged with handling
stolen goods.

You know, my grandfather left the farm
to my dad and Uncle Charlie equally.

Charlie wouldn't have that. He wanted
everything.

He always was a twister.

So, Dad just walked out, told him to
stuff it.

Sounds like he made the right choice.

I reckon he did.

Hard scotch, please, Gina.

I've blocked it out for you, Bernie.
I've told him.

You've told him what?

Gina explained.

About the funeral taking place before I
arrived.

Why didn't you just tell me, Bernie?

Well, we're planning to.

I'm going to go up to the churchyard and
have a look at the grave tomorrow

myself.

I hear you've done a lovely job.

Well, yeah, just needs a bit of tidying
up, headstone putting in.

We'll sort all that out, though.

Last deal.

I think we should all raise our mugs.

Yep.

Good luck, Alf.

Enjoy your retirement, Alf.

Well, I'm beginning to think it might be
nice.

Mrs Ventress wants me to have an
allotment.

Yeah, well, I hope your replacement can
make a brew.

Well, we won't be getting any new
officers just yet.

Thinking of giving her the civilian
administrator.

Hey, might be a woman.

Yeah. Oh!

Shirley Baxter wants you to have this,
Alf.

As a token of her appreciation.

Oh.

I really am very touched.

Oh.

Well, it's hard to imagine how you're
going to cope, Sergeant.

Without any real detectives.

Well, we'll just have to muddle through,
Oscar.

No idea who he is. No recollection of
anything before the ambulance ride.

Boys! Go on! Get out of it! Go on!
Shoot!

Shoot! If I'd seen anyone attacked, I
would have reported it immediately,

wouldn't I?

You know what puzzles me?

Boys! A serious attack takes place on a
train and nobody hears it.