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

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

Come on.

Can you see that?

All right.

Okay.

This is a one -way street.

What's he doing?

Problem,

Constable? I'd say so, sir.

Why's that?

Well, shall we start with you driving
dangerously through a level crossing?

Me? When?

About 30 seconds before you drove the
wrong way up a one -way street.

I'm a stranger to these parts. If I've
made a mistake, I'm very sorry. It won't

happen again, OK?

Can you step outside the car, please,
sir?

What for?

Out, please.

You just

ran someone off the road into a parked
car.

Lucky they weren't injured.

Have you been drinking?

No.

I'd like you to prove that.

Wait there.

Go on, that's great.

There you are.

Come on.

That's it.

I said wait.

That's it, go on, come on.

Right, I'm arresting you.

That's it, smashing, lovely.

Great, that's it.

I'm warning you.

go, Mrs. Breakwell. Thank you, David,
dear. Now, how much?

Oh, we'll call it two, Bob.

Oh, well, there's half a crown.

Thank you.

Now, are you rushing off somewhere?

Uh, nowhere special, no. Oh. Well, if
you've a moment, come in, because I've

something to show you.

Tell me what you think.

It's my own, bless him.

He always said I was the love of his
life. Well, if I were, this ran me a

close second.

Do you like it?

Oh, yeah.

You should try running round it with a
doctor.

Does it still move and everything?

Oh, yes.

He kept it in perfect running order till
the day he died.

Now, the thing is, David, this house has
got a bit too much for me now.

I've been dreading it, but I can't put
it off any longer.

Dr. Trent wants me to be looked after
properly, so...

I've decided to go and live in an old
people's home in Whitby.

And I want to give this to someone who
has the space.

Someone local I can visit whenever I
want to see it again.

Someone like you.

Me? Yes.

What do you say?

How's that?

Oh.

It will be sore for a time.

Let me take a look at that face.

You spend a lot of time patching up
prisoners around here, do you?

Not especially.

When I do, they're usually drunk.

What were you doing?

Just driving through.

I suppose they're a bit short of
excitement in these parts, eh?

They're busy enough, I think.

Yeah? You can tell the plod who did this
that my solicitor could get pretty busy

on him.

Strictly speaking, I suppose the party
should be held somewhere here in the

village. Oh, like here in the pub, you
mean?

Well, it is for all comers. It's not my
shoot, is it?

Yeah, but people can come in here any
time.

Party up at the hall, the real treat.

Well, I wouldn't have had to enlist your
help at all if I found a new

housekeeper. Still no luck.

Oh, plenty of applicants.

They're just all too genteel. I need
someone with an understanding of the

countryside and who's fit enough to keep
on top of a rambling old pile like

that. Oh, you'll find someone.

I hope so.

I'm interviewing again tomorrow.

In fact, Gina, you're going to be up at
the hall tomorrow.

Maybe you could sit in and give me the
benefit of your opinion.

On the applicants?

Oh, you're quite right now. I've been
posed far too much on you already.

Oh, no, no, it's no trouble.

Oh.

I'd better be off.

I'll see you tomorrow?

Right. Ta -ra.

Well, you wouldn't think he'd have any
trouble finding a housekeeper, would

Well, it's not everybody's cup of tea,
is it?

Why not?

A decent wage, as much food as you can
eat, use of a nice cottage thrown in for

free. Not a bad cup of char, if you ask
me.

Yes, but I haven't looked through.

What's the rush?

What? Well, there's a spare shell there,
if you're interested.

Oh, I'm at work, in case you hadn't
noticed.

Sorry, Doctor.

Anyway, your time might be better spent
looking your story straight for Sergeant

Miller. My story?

Well, how he came by his injuries.

Well, he was resisting arrest.

I was only trying to help you.

Hold on.

Are you going to have a go at me in your
report?

I have to say what I found.

I did what I had to, Helen.

The prisoner thinks differently.

Flippy Nora.

I don't believe it.

What? Well, you never guess.

Don Rebby walks on water.

Close.

I've been elected Police Federation Rep.

Never. I am the chosen one.

Congratulations, Phil.

Yeah, good on you.

You can't be as bad as the last one.

He was rubbish.

And he had bad breath.

Well, thanks for that ringing
endorsement.

Phil's been elected Federation rep.

All right, well done, mate.

Well, thanks.

What's up?

Did Dr Trent say anything to you before
he left?

No, why?

He seems to think I used excessive port
on Rawson.

She said that?

Yeah, more or less.

Really? Look, forget it. The bloke's
bang for rights.

Did we search his car?

Yes, we found some locksmith's tools.

Yeah, might just be legit, but, well,
it's my guess he was trying to hide them

from you.

If he's going to make a complaint
against me, I'm going to need something

more solid than a guess to level against
him.

Well, I'll check in his ID and an
address in York.

I wouldn't hold your breath. He was a
right jobsworth, the one I spoke to on

other end of the phone.

I could interrogate him.

Do us a favour.

Why not?

Well, does he look the sort who'd roll
over and have his tummy tickled?

Alf?

Did he see you when Rob brought him in?
No, I was out. Why?

Just a thought.

Character reference. What for?

I'm applying for the job of housekeeper
at Ashfordly Hall.

Sorry, I thought you said housekeeper at
Ashfordly Hall.

I did.

What do you know about keeping house?

Keeping ferrets, yes.

Keeping stone, maybe, but keeping house,
never.

Well, I hope you're not going to be
writing that in my reference.

No, because I won't be writing one.

Do you know, Bernie Cripps, underneath
that whiskery grandad routine of yours

beats the heart of solid stone.

Do you really think it's the sort of
job, though, for you, Peggy? Look, a

wage, all the grub I can eat, and a rent
-free cottage, I should say so,

wouldn't you?

A cottage?

Yes.

You mean you've been moving out of your
room?

Sadly, yes.

But you'll be able to visit whenever you
like, David.

Oh, well.

I mean, if her heart's set on this job,
Mr Scripps, perhaps she could.

You know.

Lie.

I have known Peggy Armstrong for many
years.

And know her to be a person of...

Honesty and integrity?

The utmost.

What? A person of the utmost honesty and
integrity.

Come on, Peggy, you don't want to over
-egg the pudding.

I'm not.

You are.

We're stuck for space, so you've got
company.

You, in you go.

Zoom.

Hey, what about that mother of three?

They're coppers.

Minding me own business.

You're a stranger in these parts.

Am I right?

Well, this lot, they'll fit you up as
soon as they look at you.

Rubbish, they are!

I can put you on to a local brief.

Someone that sees things our way, if you
get me. I can look after myself.

Has someone given you a slap?

People are always walking to doors round
here.

That copper just now, he's a thug.

I'll have him one day.

Oh, sure you will, Grandad.

Well, your blood pressure's fine and
your chest sounds good.

Could it be something I've eaten?

Possibly. Or drank.

Something home -brewed, perhaps?

I beg your pardon?

Alcohol can cause problems to the
digestive system.

No, moderation in all things has always
been my motto, Doctor.

Really? Yeah, just enough alcohol to
lubricate the tubes and no more.

Well, I can find absolutely nothing
wrong with you.

Well, that's a relief. Now, if you just
put that down in a letter.

Put it down?

Yeah, in case I want to prove my fitness
to anyone.

You know, insurance company, perhaps, or
future employer.

Letters of that sort are generally a
private matter. Well, I'm not going to

it to all and sundry. I mean, there's
usually a fee involved.

Well, you've already spent the time,
haven't you?

Armlet. That's where I've seen you
before.

Armlet prison. No.

I never forget your face. That's funny.

Are you sure?

Got you.

Strange ways.

Listen, I was in Leicester, right? Now,
do me a favour. I've built up...

Leicester? No.

I've never done time in Leicester.

Long stretch.

Two years.

What for?

Tell me, and then I'll shut up.

I open doors.

I'm a locksmith.

You know Ken Page?

Well, how about Gary Franklin from North
Allerton?

What would they be breaking into?

The piggy bank or the milk money?

I suppose they are, local lads.

I'm talking strong room doors, safe
deposit boxes.

First division?

Yeah.

Have you thought of having a go at this
door?

I don't need to.

I'll be out of here soon enough.

How's that?

I'm not the gaffer.

Miller?

Know him well, do you?

Well enough to spring me clear of the
era you're dishing out.

Thank you, Jeff.

Was he drunk?

Well, we don't know. He refused to give
a breath test.

More or less admitted it, then.

That's how the courts will see it.

He could have killed me.

Well, we've got him now, Mrs Jowett.

Just if he'll be done in due course.

Hmm.

You. Out.

Anything on him?

Not really.

He's a con.

He knows his way around.

We know that already.

He's a locksmith. He served down in
Leicester.

And he mixes with a lot of top drawer
villains.

So, what's he doing here, then?

Just passing through, he said.

Yeah, sure.

Well, did he say anything else?

Not really, no.

Three gallons, please.

Oh, I don't care.

I don't care.

Hello, Mrs Bakewell. Hello. My friends
Ilda and me, we've just been to Whitby.

It's very nice.

I've got a room with a sea view. It's
all arranged, and I'm moving next week.

Oh, I see.

I'm sorry to rush you, though, but have
you thought any more about Ernie's train

set?

I've not thought of much else.

Do you think you'll have room for it?

Well, I'm not sure right now.

Oh.

Well... Should I try somebody else?

Oh, no, no. I mean, what I mean is I'm
not absolutely sure, but I'm as good as

certain. What's this all about, Walker?

Good.

According to Dr Trent, we have a
prisoner recovering from a shoulder

carrying a medley of cuts and bruises.

He resisted arrest. I had no choice.

Really?

He drove through a level crossing just
as the gates were closing before driving

up a one -way street, causing the car to
collide with another vehicle.

When I caught up with him, he refused a
breath test.

You pursued him?

Yes, Sarge.

So your blood was up?

Maybe so, but still, he tried to make a
run for it.

Got witnesses?

Possibly. Names?

No.

Look, Sarge, he acted as if he was up to
something.

He was carrying locksmith's gear, the
works.

Alf's been on to records about him.

And?

Nothing yet, but he's not local.

Look, Rob didn't catch him on the job,
Sarge, but we reckon he was on his way

do one.

I'd better have a word with him, see
which way the wind's blowing.

What's his name?

Rawson. Ken Rawson.

He's from the York area.

You might know him.

No, I don't think so.

Bellamy?

Hello, George.

I was waiting.

I got held up. So I heard.

Keen sort of copper you've got round
here.

I might go out on your way to Ryland.

Well, I'd had a drink.

Nothing much, but enough to turn the
crystals.

So you drive like a maniac, Thumper
Bobby.

Very inconspicuous. Well done.

Yeah, well, nothing you can't handle for
me, eh?

Why did you want to see me?

I've got something.

On this patch? Something back in York.

Why come to me? I can't trust no one.
You're old Nick.

You and me had a good thing going,
George.

You got good tip -offs and I got top
dollar.

People move on.

Even snout.

You've moved on right enough, but not
up, eh?

I reckon it was a bad day for both of us
when you came out here to count sheep.

I always had you down for a top job in
York.

They're filled.

Ah, not for much longer.

Hamill's moving south.

Didn't your old mates tell you?

Lucky I came by, George.

Vacancies are always posted, Ken. Yeah,
but not soon enough for you to get an

inside track.

How do you mean?

Remember those building society jobs
just before you left?

Yeah.

Half a million quid gone and not a
sniff.

Embarrassing. What's that to do with me?

I told you, I've got something.

Surely, did I ever sell you rubbish?

I reckon there could be some very, very
grateful people if you could crack it

for them, George.

Grateful enough, I reckon, to make you
favour it when Hamill ships out.

How long has it been since you worked
here? 40 years.

You think they're going to remember you
well enough to write you a reference?

You let me worry about that. Now then,
give me a moment or two and then come in

after me. All right?

Hey, couldn't I just wait here for you?

David, will you do as I say, please?

Look, I'm really set on getting this
job, so don't let me down.

Two and five, sir. Thank you.

Can you help me, please? That young man
that's just come in, he's been following

me.

Christopher?

What did you do?

Ouch!

The prisoner wants to know if I'm
feeding you raw meat, Walker.

Sarge? He's threatening to make a formal
complaint.

That's ridiculous. It was nothing.

He's just trying to put us off by
sending him into court.

Maybe so.

But now that he's made these
allegations, your evidence might seem

rather than independent.

Or does that matter?

It muddies the waters, wouldn't you say?

Well, what about refusing a breath test?

You can't get out of that, can you?

Thank you, young man.

The fact is...

Given our current manpower situation,
the suspension of one of my officers is

not something that I want to risk.

I'm not with you, Sarge.

I'm proposing to do a deal.

Rawson receives cautions on the offences
in return for him dropping any

complaint.

You mean he walks? He's got free.

Never.

I'm not happy with the situation either,
but sometimes I have to be pragmatic.

With respect, Sarge, I don't think we
can do that without getting into trouble

with Mrs Jowett.

We'll just have to explain to her how
the evidence has been compromised.

All right, Sarge, if I find other
witnesses, we won't have to play it

way. I could prove his complaint was
utter nonsense.

Yeah, well, records haven't got back to
Alf yet, Sarge, but we're sure he's got

serious form.

All right, I'll give you more time.

But if you haven't come up with anything
by tomorrow, I'm turning Rawson loose.

Oh, uh, Younger.

Sergeant. My squad car's filthy.

Clean it, will you?

Oh. Oh.

Hook. Sure.

Hard working and... Oh.

Real well.

Oh, evening, Alf.

Oscar.

Gina. Hi, Alf.

What can I get you?

No, I'll get them. I'm only here for the
one.

A pint of bitter, please, and one for
Rob.

You were very quiet today when Miller
had his brainstorm.

Was I?

Since when did he lose sleep over a
villain with a broken fingernail?

Oscar, could I have a word? Somewhere
quiet.

Oh, yeah. Come through to the stove.

Won't be long.

Cheers.

Oh.

Drink?

Thanks.

Cheers.

Barry? George Miller.

Not so bad. How's yourself?

Good.

Listen, is it true what I'm hearing
about Hamill? Is he really leaving?

I still have my spies.

How did this other bloke discover that
the prisoner had some kind of immunity?

He went into his cell pretending to be a
fellow prisoner.

Oh, you're playing the old lag again,
were you, Alf? Well, that chick always

more trouble than it was worth.

Seriously, though, what should I do?

Well, if Miller is doing favours for
villains, that needs rooting out.

And nobody's in a better position than
you to tackle him.

I mean, your pension's safe.

And technically, he's not your employer.
The local authority is.

I'll still be on my bike if I get it
wrong.

Yeah, well, be that as it may.

You can't leave it to the others.

I suppose not.

Well, at least Millard's taking me
seriously.

It wasn't you I was thinking about.

No, sorry.

From his reaction, you'd think I'd taken
the bloke apart or something.

My report wasn't that dramatic, I
promise.

You managed to find every bruise, then.

You shouldn't be such a roughneck.

You haven't asked me about my bruises
yet.

Bruises? Where?

Well, that's a start.

How you doing?

Constable Walker.

What's up?

I think you saw me arrest a man outside
the gate yesterday.

Oh, yeah.

Well, can you tell me what happened?

I saw you give the bloke a good harding.

Made my day.

Right, you saw me give him a good
hiding. Well, I suppose he'd give as

he got. But then you slammed him down
over the bonnet for two falls and a

submission. It was a right laugh.

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, but I
need to know what you really saw.

Why? You in trouble?

The man has made a complaint.

Oh, the plane I had to get.

Tried to get back in the car, didn't I?

No more than a scuffle.

And bags at 20 paces.

Have all six turned up?

Yeah, they're all here.

Good morning, everyone, and welcome to
Ashfordly Hall.

Now, before we get down to the
interviews proper, I thought I'd give

tour of the house, show you what you're
letting yourselves in for, and, who

knows, induce second thoughts in one or
two of you.

So, if you all care to follow me, we'll
head this way down towards the dining

room.

Later today, this room will be laid out
for a party, which this ward has very

kindly organised.

I'm afraid the stairs and pathways
present few opportunities for labour

We do, I believe, have a suction
cleaner, but by and large my staff rely

old -fashioned elbow grease.

What's up?

What do you think?

Well, you should have done a better job
the first time.

I shouldn't be washing cars.

It's just not part of police work.

It's just how it is, Jeff.

I'm making an official complaint.

You what?

To my Federation rep.

I've downed tools.

Hey, now, listen, mate.

I'm upset, Phil.

Yes, I can see that, but... And I want
you to tell him.

Well, I don't reckon that Miller's in a
very good mood at the moment.

Neither am I.

Right.

Well, leave it with me, then.

Right ladies, you've got your menus, so
you can now start.

Just had word from records about Rawson.

Yes? He's got plenty of form, but
nothing for the last three years.

Right.

I suppose you knew that already.

Me? I'm not with him.

Well, I gather he was well known to you.

Who says?

He said.

I went into his cell.

posing as a fellow prisoner.

And whose idea was that?

Mine. You're a liar.

Oh, that's a bit like the pot calling
the kettle, Sarge.

If you've got something to say, say it.

Well, Rawson said that you'd make sure
the charge wouldn't stick.

He made out that you were pretty much in
his pocket.

When did this deception take place?

Yesterday.

Why didn't you come to me before?

Well, I wasn't going to jump to
conclusions on Rawson's word.

And then you, all for letting him go,
seemed to confirm his story.

Who else knows about this?

No -one.

Sarge? Yes?

I've got statements from the driving
instructor who saw Rawson go through the

level crossing and another man who saw
him resist arrest.

Now, he says it was no more than a
scuffle.

I reckon that puts me in the clear.

Right. Thank you, Walker.

If you want to continue to work here, Mr
Ventress, I suggest you keep this

conversation to yourself.

Well, according to your references, Mrs
Armstrong, you're a woman of many

talents and ages.

Which of these is it to be?

Forty -five?

Really?

Well, your doctor certainly gives you a
clean bill of health.

I'm as fit as a fiddle, Your Lordship.

Your stairs and corridors hold no
terrors for me, which is more than can

for some of them out there.

Is it here there, chest whistling?

Shocking. Well, while physical fitness
is important, an expertise in household

matters is even more so.

So, Gina, where did Mrs Armstrong come
on the aptitude test?

Well, she wasn't as well placed as
others, apart from the pheasant

But where exactly, apart from the
pheasant plucking?

Bottom. I beg your pardon?

I think there must be something wrong
with your thumbs, dear.

You came last by a long choke.

But that was because somebody sabotaged
my napkin.

Most regrettable too, Mrs Armstrong. But
tell me, what do you think you can

bring to this job?

Well, for a start, I'm the only local
applying, which means I can put your

visitor straight on country matters.

I mean, I may not be a dab hand with a
doily, but give me a pair of rubber

gloves and a stiff brush and your front
step won't know what's hit it.

Well, your employer's reference at the
Royal Hotel, certainly very awesome.

How long ago did you work there?

Oh, well, I haven't worked there for
several years, but when I went round to

Mr. Foskett, he recognised me straight
away.

He's hard -working and punctual, popular
with both guests and staff alike.

A veritable human dynamo.

Oh, excuse me.

Ashfordly.

Yes?

I see.

Really.

Well, I appreciate you calling me. Thank
you very much indeed.

Goodbye.

It is my custom, of course, to check the
authenticity of references, Mrs

Armstrong.

Oh. Your Mr Foskett, for example.

Seems that he's no longer at the hotel
in question.

Well, he never said anything to me about
moving on.

Which doesn't surprise me, Mrs
Armstrong, because he died three weeks

But judging from the date on this
reference here, he thought so highly of

that he wrote it from the grave, Mrs
Armstrong.

He'll be sorry. Use faith, Ian.

Who? That toughy -nosed twit in there.

Why, what happened?

I was ruled out on a technicality. Best
applicant by far.

So you're out of it?

I'm well out of it.

No rent -free cottage?

Take me home. I want to polish me gum.

Yes, Bermie.

I wanted to have a word, Sarge, if
you've got a moment. Can it wait?

Well, yes, I suppose so. Good.

Because I want a word with you and the
other lads in the duty room.

Right, Sarge.

Well? Not now. Move.

What did he say?

Not now.

All right, if you'd all stop what you're
doing for a moment, I have a confession

to make.

Contre... To the impression that I may
have given, the prisoner Rawson is known

to me.

During my time at York, he was my best
snout.

When Walker arrested him yesterday, he
was on his way to meet me with

information regarding a serious crime.

Is that why you believed his word
against mine, Sarge?

I didn't.

But I knew if we prosecute, we wouldn't
get the information to win a much bigger

prize.

It won't be our prize, though, will it?

It'll be referred back to York.

Here, York, what's the difference? We're
all the same force, aren't we?

All right.

What happens when this bloke has some
more information?

He can just breeze in and make fools of
us all again?

You're refusing to see the bigger
picture, Walker.

Maybe I am, but what about justice for
all?

Meaning? You're asking us to shortchange
people like Mrs Jowett just to keep a

snout sweet.

I'm disappointed, Walker.

With respect, Sarge, so am I.

Then we'll both have to get over it,
won't we?

Bellamy? You wanted a word.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Just a second, please.

Al, someone from York.

Al, what is it?

Yes, well, Jeff's asked me to have a
word with you, Sarge. Cap got his tongue

something? No, he asked me to act in my
official capacity, Sarge.

I've been elected Federation rep.

Is that so?

Well, well, another string to your bow.

Yes, Sarge.

Then fire away.

Yes, well, as I say, Jeff wanted me to
have a word with you about him

washing cars.

He doesn't think it's a suitable job for
a constable.

Has he found that written down in
Federation guidelines?

No, Sarge.

Then I can only assume he thinks that
I've promoted him beyond his abilities.

Well, with respect, Sarge, I don't think
it's unreasonable of Jeff to ask the

question.

Over the years, we've all had to wash a
car or two.

But if he wants to be different, so be
it.

I'll find some other chores for him to
do.

Something involving rods and plungers.

Yes, Sarge.

Oh, and, Bellamy, this new calling of
yours...

It is to be done in addition and not
instead of your usual duties around

Sarge.

Thanks. That's very useful.

Is me free?

I'd give it five if I was you, love.

I'll go and make a cup of... Here.

Well?

Well, he says if you don't want to wash
cars, you don't have to.

Well, that's great.

What did you say?

I just told him straight.

What, and he folded?

More or less.

I owe you one, mate.

Yeah, well, no rush.

Why not?

Well, he wasn't exactly happy, that's
all.

He wasn't?

No. Ah, he's all flinty like pebbles he
had.

Look, this Federation rep.

I think I've done my job.

As your mate, I've done you no favours
at all.

Right.

Had I better... I think you should.

Yes.

Oh, I was just going to phone you.

Well, it was passing. I thought I'd
call. Well, I'm glad you did, love. Come

come in.

I've had some good news about the
cottage.

I've just accepted an offer from a young
couple.

They've paid a deposit and they want to
move in as soon as possible.

Oh.

Many late entries, Blaketon? Oh, just a
few, my lord.

Well, well, well. Peggy Armstrong.

Arm to the teeth, I see.

Still open for business?

Of course.

All comers are welcome.

Tim Bob in the park.

Ever shot clay pigeons before, Mrs
Armstrong?

No. I've never seen the point.

I prefer to eat dinner, not debris.

As a beginner, you might find it
trickier than you think.

He could do worse than watch his
lordship.

He always sets the mark.

Stuff that.

I came to shoot, not take lessons.

As you will, Mrs Armstrong. Just make
sure you don't win the booby prize,

because that would make it two in one
day, wouldn't it?

Yes?

I've just been talking to York about our
friend Rawson.

And it was mentioned in passing that one
of their inspectors might be leaving.

Yes. And that you might be applying for
the job.

Is that true?

I'm not sure that that's any of your
business.

I'll take it as a yes, then.

You should know better than to listen to
tittle -tattle.

There's no smoke without fire.

If Rawson was to help you solve a big
case, it won't harm your chances.

More idle gossip?

That may be so.

But if it's true...

What's worth more, a job courtesy of a
career villain or the trust of the men

under you?

You've got a very good team here, Sarge.

Anything else?

Yes. Apparently, there's a warrant out
for Rawson.

Oh, yes?

He failed to appear at a court hearing
last week.

On what charge?

Drink driving.

Now that's something that might help you
put things right.

Paul!

Well done.

Over to you, Mrs Armstrong.

Good luck, my lord.

About time. Have you got the money?

Yes. OK.

Let's get on with it so I can be out of
this dump.

It's not that simple, Ken.

Why not?

The men have smelt a rat.

I can't let you go scot -free without
arousing suspicion.

Suspicion? Don't give me that.

You're the boss. You don't give a damn
what they think.

Oh, well, that's where you're wrong.
Sure.

So, this is the deal.

We dropped the charge of refusal to give
a breath sample and reduced the

dangerous driving to driving without due
care.

Due care just to keep you looking
straight?

Take it or leave it. You've gone soft,
George.

Yes or no?

Let's see the money.

Second place, 24 points, Lord Ashfordly.

With the winner by a clear margin, 28
points, the Annie Oakley of Aidensfield,

Mrs Peggy Armstrong.

Congratulations, Mrs Armstrong. Very
fine shooting indeed.

Gina will be in touch about the party.

Why? She'll want to know how you're
going to pay for it.

You what?

Why don't you read the small print?

The winner pays for the party.

Why do you think we let Lord Ashfordly
win every year?

Huh?

Pen?

Oh, you don't give an inch, do you, huh?

It's dead right we don't.

Just a minute.

Oh, yes.

Alf, could you say goodbye to the
gentleman, please?

Cherry pie.

Right bunch of comedians.

You don't know the half of it, sir.

Back where we started, eh? Sort of. Ken
Rawton, I have reason to believe a

warrant has been issued for your arrest.

More jokes?

No jokes.

Be my guest. Make a run for it.

Get me, Miller.

I think you'll find he's busy.

The pizza man was Dennis Sims, and the
inside information came from a desk

named Sandra Carson.

Yes, Carson.

My pleasure.

Go wrap it up.

Bye.

You want to see Rawson before we ship
him back?

No, I think I'll give that a miss.

That's just as well. He's pretty steamed
up.

Oh, and Alf, I'll not be applying for
that job.

The men will be glad to hear it, Sarge.

Thank you, Alf.

David, we're going to be late!

Are you in there?

What the devil?

David?

Your picture's in the paper.

Do you want to go behind the screen?

Just slip your clothes off, and when
you're ready, come out.

I'm not the model. I'm a student.

Scott, can you hear me?