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

Harvey, what does a love kiss say in my
memory?

Right.

Bill.

Bill. Bill.

Bill. Bill.

Bill.

Do you still do taxis? Sorry?

Is there a taxi rank?

Oh, er... Oi, you!

A gentleman here wants a cab.

It's over there, sir.

Come on!

What are you doing?

Mr. Mitchell, come on. Come in here,
quick. I can't. I've got to see to this

lot. Oh, no.

No, not them.

Ah, the carriage.

It's still there.

Yeah, well, yeah.

And the dear old Aidan's field arms.

Are you sure this is where he lives?

Oh, yeah, definitely. Oscar!

My old mate, Oscar.

I'm sorry.

Hurry!

Harry Oakswell.

Harry, uh... Harry!

Well, well, well, my word.

After all these years.

What are you doing here?

I can't believe it.

I didn't even think we were still in it.
Once in, always in. You know the rules.

All right.

But I don't like the sound of this one
little bit.

Look, you were just pretending we never
got it or something.

Crazy.

This is the class struggle.

We're fighting for our beliefs. Yeah,
but I really... There are no buts,

Look, if we get an order, we deal with
it.

Else we're in big trouble.

Like what?

Like people coming to beat the living
daylights out of us, that kind of thing.

This isn't the Boy Scouts, brother.

Listen.

Red alert.

Urgent.

Judge Yardley arriving in Ashfordly area
imminently.

Take immediate action vital.

Well, what does that mean?

Well, obviously.

We find the guy and then we deal with
him.

Look, what are you doing after work?

I'm taking Sheila out. Right.

I'll meet you in Ashfordly Woods car
park at seven.

We'll talk then.

But how are we going to find him if we
don't know what he looked like?

He sent this.

I'd have met him.

Oh, inland revenue. Oh, dear.

Well, read it. Go on.

David, will you buzz off?

Go and get Mr Hawkswell's car ready or
something.

Well, go on.

Oh, Lord.

A full inspection. What does that mean?

Well, it means they're going to come to
the house and look through your papers.

I can't pay any more tax, Bernard. I
haven't got any more money.

You did have buckets of it.

Yes, and I lost it all, if you remember.

But they might not believe you. They
might want to come and turn the house

upside down just to make sure.

They do that.

I had a friend once who kept a lot of
money under the mattress and didn't

declare it.

And?

They found it on one of these full
inspections.

Oh, another ex -policeman, eh?

That's right, Gina. Harry and I worked
together at Ashfordly Police Station.

What? Must be 23 years ago. Oh, at
least, yes. Our very first posting.

joking, aren't you?

Oh, those were the days, eh? Could have
seen the old rascal then, terror for the

girls. Oh, I... Well, I wouldn't say
that exactly.

Oh, yes.

Hey, there was another young fellow at
the station. He got hooked very early on

by a girl with a face like a bloodhound.

Now, what was his name?

Al.

Alf Ventress.

Alf Ventress, yes.

Wonder what's happened to him. Well,
he's still around.

And Mrs Ventress?

No. I'll give him a call.

Alf Ventress.

There's a name to conjure with.

I'll show you to your room then, shall
I?

Oh.

Have you got any idea how long you're
going to be staying?

Er, that's a difficult one.

It rather depends.

Right, follow me.

Hurry up, Alf. You might catch Blue
Peter if you step on it.

Valerie Singleton and her yoghurt pot.

She mustn't mess that.

I don't know if you'll be all right
until May.

Home by six.

Long, cosy evenings in front of the
fire.

You're just jealous.

That's for the police station.

Here's Jeff.

Alf. Oscar for you.

Oh.

Hello, Oscar.

Who?

I know you picked him up because my
brother works here and he told me that

did. Oh, I can't remember. Yes, you can.

It was around five o 'clock. Oldish
fella. With specs.

Well, maybe you should ask Mr Scripps.
It's not a question of Mr Scripps.

Look, I just want to know where you took
him.

It's nothing bad.

I've got something for him, that's all.

All right.

Oh, well, then. Well, in that case, he's
up at the pub visiting Mr. Blaketon.

The Aidensfield Arms.

Yeah, that's right.

Hey, shall I tell him that you're
looking for him? Because he's come over

garage late. He said to pick up his hire
car. No.

We want it to be a surprise.

Oh.

So not a word, then, eh?

OK.

I can't believe it. I'm still working.

Still in the same old station?

Yes. I mean, civvies, where's the sense
in that? I mean, you're either in the

force or you're out. There's no halfway
house.

No. Much better to jack it in
altogether, that's what I say.

Retirement's nothing to be frightened
of, is it, Oscar?

Well... I've never been happier.

You mustn't cling to the past all the
time. Move on, get some new interests.

Have you got any hobbies?

Yes, fishing.

Well, then, wouldn't you rather be doing
that than pushing papers round in a

stuffy office? Of course you would.

These are our sunset years.

Enjoy them before it's too late.

I suppose you're right.

My wife passed away, unfortunately, but
I'm not the sort to be lonely. Good

Lord, no. I've got new friends in the
stamp world and life is full.

Stamps are my passion. And since my
retirement, my collections go on by

and bounds.

Have either of you ever been to the
Arrogant Stamp Fair?

I'll get the photos.

Leave it? So, what do we do now?

Oh, hang on.

I've got a pencil.

Right.

Hello, Gina. Can I have a packet of
Figaro, please?

Hello, stranger.

Liz.

You've been rather elusive recently.

Yeah, lots to catch up on at work.

And have you?

By what?

Caught up?

Oh, yes.

Yes, sort of.

Good.

Well, I was going to head home and get
something to eat. Do you want to join

No, no.

I'd better keep an eye on things over
the wall.

So go, I've been.

Right.

I'll phone you tomorrow.

Sheila, all right?

Yeah. Get in.

The bloke you saw at the station was
dropped off at the Aidensfield Arms.

Right. So the first thing we do is check
him out, make sure he really is this

judge bloke. And if he is?

We make his life uncomfortable, of
course.

He's just sent down three of our
members, Lionel.

That's seven years apiece.

Bernard, that was nearly it.

That was nearly the end of me. Oh, yes.

You won't believe what I've just seen in
the woods.

Probably not.

A puma!

Been on the wine gums again, have we?

I'm telling you, it was this big. It
nearly killed me.

All right, all right, don't get so
excited. What were you doing in the

anyway? Well, I went... Oh, it doesn't
matter.

Anyway, on the way back, I phoned the
Evening Gazette and they said if we

get a photograph... No.

They'll pay good money.

No. But if we went together... Vernon,
I'm extremely busy.

Good night.

Oh.

You've no pioneering spirit. That's your
trouble.

Ah, David.

Just the man I'm looking for.

Listen.

Do you want to know a secret?

Do you promise not to tell?

Closer.

Let me whisper in your ear.

Say the words I love to hear.

I'm in love with you.

What's he doing there?

Closer.

Let me whisper in your ear.

Say the words I love to hear.

First you take a heart, then you break a
heart.

But before you do,

you make a fool of you.

This is your room, is it?

Well, went out in the evening and came
back to find this.

Me and Oscar didn't hear a thing, Steve.

Not a thing.

It's really scary.

What time did you go out?

Um...

Well, it was about eight o 'clock,
Harry. You said you were going out for a

breath of air.

Yes, that's right.

And is anything missing?

No.

Anything anywhere else?

No.

Well, I think she's as far as they got.
Harry must have disturbed them.

Well, they'd be coming to my room had I
just died.

All right, Jane.

It gives me the absolute shivers, Oscar.

Strangers creeping round in the dark and
me lying in the room next door.

Terrifying.

OK. I'll have a ride around, see if I
can see anyone on the road.

I don't think there's anything more we
can do here till the scene of crime's

come in the morning.

Obviously, nothing must be touched in
this room, so if Harry could... Come on,

Mr Hawkswell. I'll make you up a bed in
the box room.

Thanks, Gina.

What time did he come in?

Oh, about one o 'clock.

Where'd he been till that time?

He went to Whitby.

See a friend of his.

Somebody after the tin, I suppose.

I reckon. You keep back from the ladder,
please, everyone.

Prince here we have to take.

Sorry to hear about the break -in,
Oscar.

Oh, by the way, if anybody wants me, I'm
not around.

I've got the taxman coming this
afternoon and I'm up to my ears in

Oh, and David, remember what I said.

Don't come home till he's gone.

Yeah, all right, Mr Vernon.

Hey, Vernon.

How was the puma hunt?

David said you didn't have much luck.

Not last night, no.

It doesn't happen all at once.

You have to have patience to be a big
game hunter.

Oh, yes, I'm sure.

Especially in Ashfordly Woods.

Look, I definitely saw it.

I expect it was a large rabbit.

Oh, yeah, they're easily mistaken for
pumas, aren't they?

Yeah. Especially if they come upon you
suddenly.

Oh, go on, you can laugh.

But you'll eat your words later.

Not if the pewmer eats you first, eh,
Vernon?

So, anything found of the scene?

Footprints, fingerprints?

Plenty, Sarge. Fina crime is there now.
Good.

It'll be the fair trials, I'll bet you.

All right, then. Get their file out,
would you, Crane? Thanks.

Why the Aidensfield art?

Devilment, I'd imagine.

Oh, hello, Harry.

Well, well, well.

Talk about a time warp.

Oh, you've moved desks. That's progress,
I suppose.

Silence. This is Harry, a piece of
Hawksville that was.

He was here when Oscar and I first
started.

Harry, this is Sergeant Merton. Pleased
to meet you, Sergeant.

Harry.

Oh, 25 years on and just the same.

Hey, I bet you still grew up in that old
kettle in the washroom, eh?

Afraid so, yes.

Well, make us a cuppa, lad.

Let's have a trip down memory lane.

Liz? Liz?

Hey, there's been a break -in.

Yes. Is it bad?

They left one of the guest bedrooms in a
bit of a state.

I was looking for you, actually, not
coming to gawp.

Oh, yes?

To apologise to you last night, I was a
bit off.

I've been really busy at work recently.
Not to worry.

You sure?

Good.

I do hope you haven't started smoking,
though. I'd have to warn you that as a

doctor I feel that. I haven't.

So why the cigars?

Oh, those.

They weren't for me, silly. They're for
his lordship when he comes back.

Come here.

I'll see you later.

He doesn't smoke either.

I wouldn't go back to work again now for
all the tea in China.

Not now I've tasted freedom.

Getting it when I want.

Doing what I want.

Did I show you the photos of my stamp
collection?

Yes.

Actually, I'd best be off. As I keep
saying to Al, he's a fool to stay on.

Yes, well... Apart from anything else,
the job just isn't what it was. The

discipline, the respect, all gone to
pot.

I mean, take this burglary.

Vandalism, I call it.

That sort of thing didn't used to
happen. We didn't let it.

Policemen today have lost all authority.
The public have great written. Mr.

Hobsbawm.

Sorry to interrupt what I'm sure is the
most fascinating conversation, but I'm

afraid I'm going to have to ask you to
leave.

We're extremely busy.

Crane, I have Oscar Blaketon coming to
see me about the break -in. Bring in

list of suspects, will you?

Yes, Clive.

Well... Well, I think perhaps it's
right.

We have got a lot to do.

But I'll see you later at the pub, eh?

Possibly. Ah, morning, all.

Ah, morning again, Harry.

So, where are you off to now, then?

Another walk in the woods?

Sorry?

Well, I thought that's what you were
doing last night.

Oh, I went to Whitby, I told you.

Oh,

that's odd.

What? Well, he can't be in two places at
once, and Vernon and David swear blind.

They saw him in Ashfordly Woods.

First he goes to the police station,
then he goes shopping, all the time

that pleased with himself.

He's no idea we're on to him.

Here he comes now.

See you go there.

Champagne? Champagne and caviar while
our lads eat slobs.

Disgusting.

Right.

The plan A didn't rattle him, it's on to
plan B.

This time he'll know we mean business.

As you can see, Mr Wilkinson, it's all
in perfect order. New Zealand apples,

see, in invoices.

Now, Icelandic cod, that's receipts.

Alfred, stop eating July's figures, will
you?

And I've got them all together and we'll
go through them ourselves.

It should take us about five minutes,
you see.

Now, the receipts, this is April,
November...

1966. Well, that shouldn't be there,
should it?

No, I'll tell you what, just hold on to
that, will you? And I'll find... Now,

that's not... No, no, hang on.

Alfred, will you get down?

Look, look at that. Take those as well.

We don't want to get in a muggle, do we?

Don't!

Right. Come on, then.

You might come back. Do it quickly.

I'll stand guard.

Right, let's go.

You get the tools out.

Well, say the break -in happened much
earlier when the pub was still open.

would explain why Gina and I didn't hear
anything.

Well, if they weren't disturbed, why
stop at Harry's room?

Unless they were after Harry.

Oh, well, it was just an idea.

Yeah, well, why would anyone want to be
after Harry?

Well, I might, if he goes on any more
about his ruddy stamps.

No, just... all seems a bit odd to me.

David!

Looks like someone's in trouble.

What?

Well? I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Mr Wilkinson said he'd never seen such
chaos.

Never. Well, I didn't know he had your
papers out.

I didn't know the wind was going to blow
in like that.

Goodness knows what's going to happen
now.

I'll probably end up in prison.

Oh, no.

And if I do, it's your fault.

That's where you're at.

Going down the bumpy hillside.

In your hippie hat.

Flying across the country.

And getting fat.

Say everything is moving.

I've been a bad, bad boy. I'm on my
knees. Forgive

me, please.

I've been a bad, bad boy.

I'm not the man you think I am. I give
you warning.

You wake up and find me caught some
sunny morning.

I've been a bad, bad boy.

Oh, Alf.

You'll never find anything from that far
back.

What's it matter why Harry left 25 years
ago?

I don't see how it's going to help us
with his breaking business.

Well, he might have done something,
mightn't he? He might have done

that was dangerous for him and the area.

He might have made an enemy. What?

Harry?

What, have you found something?

Alf?

Ashfordly Police.

Hello, Steve.

All right.

Right, I'll check the hospitals.

There's been a crash on the road up to
Ashfordly Woods.

Harry Hawkswell's gone missing.

Fantastic. Yeah, but where's the judge?

Snuffed it with any luck.

No one will know.

They'll think it was an accident.

When was this car last serviced, David?

Last week.

Well, the bleed screws are loose.

All four of them.

That was Bellamy.

No sign of Oxford at the pub.

No reports from the hospitals.

Sarge, check that bleed screw.

Now, all four of them are loose.

There's no fluid left, so the brakes
would have failed completely.

They can't be. I mean, Mr Screech would
never leave them like that. Never.

We're not saying he did, David.

Sabotage? Looks like it.

Where's Mr Huxwell?

Thank you.

The nearest place to the scene of the
accident. I was wondering whether the

victim might have come here for help.

I think it probably happened in small
hours.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, no, no, it's fine. Perhaps I could
introduce you.

Sergeant Merton, Ashfordly Police.

This is Detective Sergeant Worley.

Special branch.

Sergeant?

Look at the state of it. What's Harry
been playing at?

Don't touch.

Not till we've gone over it for prints.

Prince? We think someone might have
tampered with the braid.

What, to cause an accident?

Well, that's what it looks like.

Could have killed him.

Why? Why?

But luckily it didn't.

Where's the hawks, well?

Where on earth have you been?

In the woods, waiting for help.

Where else am I going to find shelter in
a godforsaken spot like this?

Mr Vernon, something else awful has
happened. Now, you're not going to be

pleased. I didn't do it. It's not my
fault. David, come here, you little

I can kiss you.

Oh, Mr Vernon!

Congratulations. You're a clever lad.
Here, read this from Mr Wilkinson. He

have written it as soon as he got back
to his office.

Well, go on, read it.

Dear Mr Scripps, re -tax... tax action.

I'm off the hook.

That's what it says. They're not going
to investigate me. And it's all down to

your brilliant little wheeze.

What? Coming in like that and muddling
all the papers up.

The man obviously couldn't face it.
Obviously had enough.

You have made an old friend a very happy
man.

Oh, you're not going to be happy for
very long.

Not when I tell you about the hire car.

Right. What I'm about to tell you must
go no further, and that's an order right

from the top.

You understand?

Yes, Sarge, yes, Sarge.

Good.

We have a VIP staying incognito up at
Ashfordly Hall.

You made a pop star or something?

Just listen, please, will you, Bellamy?

Sorry? Nobody knows he's there apart
from Ben Norton and Mrs. Skellett, the

housekeeper, and even she doesn't know
who he is.

He's in hiding because he's received
death threats from a small extremist

And I'll tell you this much.

He's a High Court judge, and he recently
gave three members of this group long

prison sentences.

And now they want their revenge.

Yes. It's not that case in all the
papers. The bomb's in the left luggage

locket. Who's that judge?

Never mind who he is.

Yardley. Judge Yardley. All right,
that's enough.

This man's life could be in serious
danger.

Special Branch believe the local cell of
this group has been activated.

We've no idea how big it is or who's in
it.

But we do know they're likely to be
extremely violent.

And Special Branch have been tipped off
that they're planning to act tonight.

Which is where we come in.

Are you telling me how he spent the
night in the woods?

That's what he said.

Well, it didn't seem like it. He came in
this morning as fresh as a daisy.

Cheerful as anything.

You know what the first thing he said
was?

Can I borrow your car?

Because he crashed Bernie's. Aye.

To see his so -called friend in Whitby.

The thing is, Ralph, the only place we
know for certain that he goes to... Is

Ashfordly Woods.

Well, if that's where he's gone now, and
that's where Merton and the lads are

doing their hush -hush surveillance
work... We'd better find him quick.

Oh, by the way, for what it's worth, I
found out why he was moved to Penrith.

Huh? Woman.

Shut up, Sheila.

I don't like this.

Oh, stop!

We shouldn't be doing it. We've got to.

Stop whinging, will you?

This is what we should have done from
the very start, according to HQ.

They're not happy with us at all.

Yeah, but we could kill other people,
not just the judge.

Look.

There's my car.

We were right.

He is in here somewhere.

But why?

We'll just park under those trees and
we'll go and find out.

Where are you going?

Bob.

Oh, great. Can I come?

No! It's a business meeting.

Look, it's nearly time for the archers.
You'll like them.

We need a torch for a business meeting.

Oh, Gordon Bennett, David.

All right, look, I'm going to look for
the puma again.

See if I can get a picture of it. And
no, you can't come.

Last time you did nothing but twitter
and moan all the way there about wanting

to come home.

Yeah, well, I won't be frightened this
time, will I? Because I've spoken to Mr

Scripps and he says that there isn't a
puma.

Well, I won't mind looking for a puma
that isn't there, will I?

David, the archers, now.

Oh, Mr. Vernon, he's got you.

Come on, Phil.

Just a few hours of surveillance, not
the end of the world.

I had a date.

Oh, really?

No need to sound so surprised.

So, there's no hope you and Gina? No.

Look, just leave it, will you?

Everything all right?

Good. Let's go.

There he is, look.

Don't tell me that's his wife.

What a hypocrite.

I know torture is an absolute silence.

Approach the hole from this direction
and hide up among the trees.

Slow down, Sarge.

Oscar Blaketon?

No, wait. Harry Hawkswell, Sarge.

Oscar lent him his car when the other
got smashed.

What's he doing here?

No idea.

You don't think he's something to do
with this surveillance job, do you? Or

undercover special branch man?

It's Harry and Ben Norton.

I suppose they're involved here.

In what? I don't know. Whatever this
surveillance business is all about.

Bellamy, you take the front of the hall.
Crane, you and I go around the back.

Well, there's Mr Hawkswell's lot.

Oh, Bellamy.

At least we've found Mr Hawkswell.

You've seen him round the front talking
to Ben Norton.

Go on. Do it while the blights are still
in view.

Just run up to the window and lob them.

But what about the woman?

Get on with it.

There might be nothing more to do with
the brigade after this.

I'm resigning. Go on!

I couldn't be here if he was there.

Got to be two different people.

That one's not Harry.

Get after him.

Sheila, Sheila.

It's okay.

You're all right, Ned.

Don't just stand there. Call an
ambulance.

Well, well, well. So this is the
dangerous and ruthless fellow I've been

from, is it?

Uh, yes.

One half of the local cell, it seems.

And this looks like the other half.

and dream.

You have been very lucky.

You have a few nasty burns to your chest
and arms.

But in a week, you'll be as right as
rain.

Now, that's who you bought the cigars
for, is it?

Go on, Ben, tell me, who is it?

It's Judge Yardley.

What? The Judge Yardley?

You know, about a week now. A very
private visit.

I see.

Well, I couldn't tell you this,
honestly.

The whole thing had to be kept secret.

I wanted to, obviously.

Right.

I really didn't want to upset you.

You didn't? Not at all.

I just wondered why you so obviously
didn't want to see me, and now I

and it's fine.

Call me sometime if you're not too busy.

Mrs. Kellett.

My office, now.

Mrs. Kellett, of course.

Harry had a steamy affair with her all
those years ago, I remember.

So that's why he came back.

A frog who would a wooing girl.

I'm not surprised he's got a smile on
his face.

Vernon Scripps, you fool.

You're not a puma at all, are you?

You're just some poor lost mutt.

Has somebody dumped you, have they?

Well, never you mind.

We'll soon get you home.

You could perhaps come and live with us
as our guard dog.

I'll tell you what, David, you'll be
thrilled.

Not so sure about Alfred, mind.

Just give me a...

No visitors, I said, while our guest was
with us. And you agreed.

You knew how serious it was.

All the while you've been entertaining
your boyfriend.

I beg your pardon?

Explicit instructions.

Mr Hawkswell is not my boyfriend.

Judge Yardley's whereabouts became
known. You probably told your friend all

about him.

I greatly resent that remark.

And I resent the fact that I can't trust
a member of my own staff.

Mr Hawkswell is an old friend. He wrote
asking if he could visit, and I said

yes. I didn't know about Judge Yardley
staying.

Not then.

And when I did, I didn't breathe a word
to a soul, and that includes Harry.

I don't need this job, you know, Mr
Norton. My husband left me with a very

pension. So if this is going to be your
attitude... No, no, I'm sorry. That was

inexcusable. I shouldn't have been so
rude.

This last week's been quite a strain.

Evidently.

Look, Mrs Keller... Oh, damn.

Oh!

Help! We were getting on so well.

Aye, but I don't think there's any
future in it, not really.

The thing is, Harry, whenever you come
into my life, things go wrong.

First time nearly broke my marriage up.

Second time, you nearly cost me my job.

Well, how about third time lucky?

I didn't risk it.

You're the girl for me.

I've always loved you.

Come on.

We could have a good life, you and me.

Do everything together.

You could help me with my stamps.

Oh, it wouldn't work.

To be honest, well, we've both changed
over the years.

Our interests have diverged.

Diverged?

It's the stamps, Harry.

They bore me rigid.

Well, the judge has finally left with
his minor, and I'm a free man.

So I was wondering if you'd help me fill
him in.

Liz.

I've had a pretty stupid day in all
sorts of ways, but the worst thing is

upset the woman I love.

I just want to say I'm sorry.

It's all been a bit of a disaster,
really.

Seemed a good idea at the time, man.

What, looking up Mrs Kellett again?

I'd really forgotten her, you know.

Once Elsie died, I thought I'd track her
down and...

Then I found out she was a widow, so I
thought... you'd try her luck.

Well, we wrote for a bit and then I
thought I'd come and see her.

She seemed so pleased to see me to start
with.

Don't ever retire, Alf.

You have no idea how much I miss the
job.

Well, it's a way of life, I suppose.

Aye, it is.

It's your family.

Cheer up.

We're all in the same boat.

Well, you've got this and Al's got Mrs
Ventress.

I'd love to have more time for my
fishing.

No, you wouldn't.

What have you added to me? It'd be like
my stamp. You'd try and make it bigger

than it really was and bore everyone
rigid.

Oh, come on, Harry.

That's what Mrs Kellett said. The stamps
bored her rigid.

Oh, surely not.

Well, that was only her opinion, wasn't
it? There must be lots of women who

would find them interesting.

What do you think, Alf?

Oh, yes, I'm sure there are.

Really? You've got a lot to offer,
Harry.

Most women would jump at the chance.

Well, actually, I was thinking of trying
one of them lonely arts columns, you

know, put an ad in. What do you think?

Oh, good idea.

Handsome widower with VBSC.

VBSC? Very big stamp collection.

Mr. Whitehead!

We're closed!

We've lost Mr. Vernon. He went looking
for the wretched puma again.

That was hours ago. He's still not back.

Help! Vernon!

Mr. Vernon!

Help!

Help! Vernon!

Where are you?

I'm up a tree!

What are you doing?

Getting away from the puma!

Vernon!

I had to fight it off with me bare
hands.

Come on down, you idiot.

I can't.

I don't believe this.

I'll get him.

No, hang on, Harry. Let David do it. No,
no, no.

Climbing trees is one thing this old
buffer is quite good at. Give us a leg

Alf.

What do you think?

The time has come to take action.

He'll be breathing. I'd say innocent
till proved guilty.

And I'd say someone could have been
killed. Let me know when you have some

evidence, sir.