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Sometimes I said, yeah, feeling alone.

No one to talk to, I got no telephone.

It's one torch, one thermos flask, coffee, white, no sugar.

Is that it?

Is that all the provisions we get? Yeah, what's wrong with it? You're doing a

night shift in the woods, you're not halfway up Kilimanjaro, are you?

Harry, don't lords normally have groundsmen to guard the woods and check

in? Normally, yes, but aren't we the lucky ones to find one who's going to

us to do it instead?

Harry! They're all mucking in. Ken's on his way up.

I've got to go and have a brandy and soda with his lordship. Look, I'll see

in the morning. Nighty night.

You see, not everyone understands the laws of the land, Mr Crawford. That must

be very frustrating.

Frustrating?

It's my livelihood up there in that wood. Don't be deceived by big houses

long drives.

Things aren't what they were.

And these pheasants, I mean, they just stay out there?

I mean, normally they just sit there.

Well, they sit all right. We tend them out in about ten months.

hand -feed them on corn, and by the time you take the pen away, they're too fat

and tame to think about moving anywhere.

Unless they're frightened out.

Precisely, and it doesn't take much for someone to nip in there the night before

and sabotage the whole thing.

Listen, I must rush. Could you come up for the guest list tomorrow?

Yes, yes, of course.

It's just one thing. I mean, in the normal room, aren't you supposed to have

gamekeepers to guard the copses? It's not worth it for four weeks a year.

The luxury of permanent gamekeepers has gone for some of us, Mr Crawford.

Things aren't what they were.

Perhaps it's a very precious wood.

You know, like the trees are really rare or something.

Because they have that, don't they?

Really rare wood.

And Borneo.

Not so much around Nottingham.

Harry's not telling us something.

He thinks I don't know.

He thinks I can't see through him by now.

Are you all right?

Oh, God, I'm sorry about that. I didn't see you. I didn't think so. Come in

round there like Nigel Mansell.

What's your game?

I get so used to no one else ever driving up the hall nowadays, but that's

excuse. Are you all right? Yes, I'm still walking.

Listen, I'm Melville, by the way. You're... I'm Ken Boone, Crawford Boone

Security, working... Guarding the cops.

Damn it, you're on your way up there now, weren't you? And I've gone and done

this.

Yeah, well, don't worry.

Uh, look, let me give you a hand.

Um... Thanks for stopping, anyway. I'll make a change.

I can give you a lift, if you'd rather. It's all right, don't worry.

Well, if you're sure.

These things happen, can't be helped.

Right.

You sure now?

Yes, thank you.

Feast of Mortimer.

Hmm. Says it's a local thing they have in the village every year.

You know the Lord. He has a party.

Not in a wood, surely?

Come on, Ken.

What are you doing?

He only lives about two miles away.

Harry forked out overtime for proper night security, didn't he?

What?

Out there.

I think I saw something move.

There.

Pheasants, Harry.

That's the bit you didn't tell us.

We are guarding pheasants for a commercial shoot.

Now, hang on. They put them in the woods, beat them out, and then fat

businessmen come along and buy 700 quid a day to shoot them.

Well, yeah, but that's only one way of looking at it. It's not trespassers

looking for, is it? It's saboteurs coming to scare the birds away.

Look, it's also very easy for us who live in the cities to come out here.

And we don't understand how the countryside works.

Precisely. It's the oldest argument in the book.

Eh? It's not even as if the vermin... No, it's all the more justifiable

they're for food.

Harry's right. We were contracted.

And you're not getting off the hook either. Where were you at eight o

All right, all right. I was a bit late.

I mean, being knocked into a hedge by Lord Watsit didn't help.

And checking out that dodgy -looking van. Look, I want us to be on the ball

about this one. So get on the case, Ken.

I mean, if there was a van, sort it out. Find out where it came from. All right.

Good morning, Britain.

Damn it!

Multi -fuel pipe?

Yeah. Yeah.

Sounded like it.

I used to have that trouble. The clamp was always dodgy.

Well, you haven't got a spare, have you? No bike now, sadly.

Out with the Electra Glide, in with the Austin Montego.

Tragedy, really, out here, with all these lanes. You can really get some

up. Yeah, it can.

Are you from round here? No, I've just moved into the next village.

We're doing some work up at Lord Malverley's estate.

Bradshaw, by the way. Reverend Peter Bradshaw.

Ken Boone.

Crawford Boone Security.

Security? Huh?

I thought he might get someone in after last year.

Standing in for gamekeepers at the Mortimer shoot this weekend, then? Yeah.

What happened last year, then?

Tantles. Huge set two over Poisoned Sheep. He lost a fortune.

Poisoned Sheep?

There. That should hold it.

Thank you. No problem.

May I?

Yeah, go ahead.

So, he used to have a gamekeeper up there, didn't he?

Ralph Cottrell.

Nice look.

I tinker with his van for him now and then.

Lovely old Morris.

What, green one?

With a wood trim?

Have you seen it?

Yeah.

Does he still work up there, then?

No. No, it's a bit sad, really.

25 years he was gamekeeper.

Then this poison thing blew up, and that was it.

What was it?

He was booted out.

They gave him the sack.

All he does now is look after the junior school playing field.

Yep, 25 years on up in the hall.

That's about right.

Why do you want to know all this, Mr Boone?

Well, I just moved into the next village, thought I'd find out a bit

who, what's what, you know.

Well, there's not much you and what to find out, really.

Whitley's not exactly a metropolis.

No, not exactly.

But it is beautiful around here, Mr Boone, I'll give you that.

It's just that life's a bit more difficult.

When there's no money about.

Yeah. Oh, thank you.

Yeah. Especially when you don't get a penny redundantly from your employer.

And he's up there in a bloody mansion and I'm down here on 20 quid a time.

Do you go up there at all now?

Now? No.

No.

I haven't set foot on any of Melville's land since the day he fired me.

Right. Yes.

If you want to know anything else, Mr Boone, don't think twice.

I'll tell you my life story for a pint.

Sit down a bit. Sit down.

What kind of

questions was he asking?

Well, about round here and the hall.

And if I'd been up there, all kind of vague.

Doesn't sound much.

I don't know, Chris.

Bit off, that's all.

Coming out of the blue like that.

Look, what are you worrying about, Ralph?

You've got nothing to hide, have you?

No.

Did you get the loan?

Yeah, thank God.

Only thanks to this place.

It's the only thing that's secured it. Having dub cottages comes on.

I mean, I hate to borrow money, Ralph, but we've got absolutely nothing in the

bank. Thanks to Lord Bloody Muck up there.

Yeah. I tell you, if they'd turned down that loan to buy the animals, God knows

what... What's the matter?

Sorry to keep you, Mr. Boone.

You've come for the guest list, yeah?

Yeah, Harry couldn't make it yet. Go back to the office. Fine. It's in here.

Follow me.

How are the bruises?

Fine. Yeah, fine.

Not much of a faintly home, is it?

Sorry.

Where are all the pictures?

Yeah, I was wondering.

There used to be some fabulous old beasts.

Hmm. Where are they now?

Someone else's walls, Mr. Boone.

The timeless beauty of oil is surrendered in the name of heating

The days are long gone when you sat back in a leather chair like my father did,

throwing money around to the villagers.

Really? I mean, generosity is a wonderful thing, but it can make things

difficult for the son to follow.

Does Lady Malverley take any interest in all this?

Is her ladyship interested?

Excuse me.

Melville! What are you doing here?

Do you know what this feels like?

Eh?

Do you know what this feels like?

Having people walking on your property? Now, that's absolutely no... Come on and

pour it in here! I think you're on land, but what isn't there? Don't be

ridiculous! This is what it feels like! Oh, sick!

Like puking, it makes you feel...

So one more track. What's going on out there? I'm your truck. On my land again.

I will break your legs backwards like a fox in a trap. Lord Mulberry.

You don't get out. I'm calling the police.

I'm not telling you.

As you know, some animals you just don't want on your land.

They're better off with their necks broken.

It's probably just a petty grievance, Kent. Yeah, dead petty, all 12 stone of

it. He was practically killing it, Harry.

And then his lordship shrugged it off like he's just had a row with a milkman.

It's not our problem, Kent. Then you explain why half the village has got it

for Malvernie. This farmer and the guy with the Morris van, they've all got

motives. Motives, is it now? Yeah, motives. The scuttler is glaring

I mean, what if it's not Zapata? What if there's something else going on?

Kent has got the cops, I'll tell you.

Of course it's animal rights.

What other kind of people would sabotage pheasant shoots?

Well, there's a lot of money riding on these things.

I mean, if you had a grudge or something, or you added in for someone,

do worse than sabotage their pheasant shoot.

What's that?

Put that out, Rocky.

You're joking. Kennedy, if you're joking... I'm not joking.

All right.

Shh!

So, erm, they're not too violent, are they, normally?

Ken, he's got something over his shoulder.

Looks like a gun.

Oh, God.

All right, calm down. Come on, come on. We're contracted to prevent saboteur, so

come on.

Let's have a go.

and screaming as loud as it can.

So it sounds like there's more of us than there is.

What army uses M -tactics?

Very small army.

We've had a gun.

You know this is private property, don't you? You're trespassing. I know.

I know.

Look, it's all very well, you town folks, coming out here trying to do the

animals a favour, but sabotage... Look, I don't come from the town.

I don't carry a gun. I don't believe in violence of any kind towards wild

animals.

Well, fine.

Then what are you doing here, then? Middle of the night, in these woods?

Looking for buried treasure.

Beautiful. What is it?

Some kind of folded chimney breast. We found it when we were redecorating.

Louisa May Dunham. Well, this is all very nice, but what's it got to do with

digging up somebody else's wood?

Treasure.

Rings of silver buried in a copse.

There's always been some sort of legend about a buried dowry in the village. I

thought this might be a clue.

Mandy! Oh, God, Chris doesn't know. I didn't know about that.

Chris? My husband.

My hand? Whose are those?

What's going on?

Yeah, well, like I say, I've been penning the enclosure in the paddock.

I had no idea she was up there.

I'm sorry.

She seems to have had everyone running around.

Well, what's this legend, then?

Legend? Oh, it's the classic tale. Poor girl marries rich lords. She dies after

the marriage, and he orders the father to take the diary away and bury it.

It was a bedtime story, and that's where it should have stopped.

Thank you for bringing her back.

Don't let us keep you, Miss Taylor.

So you thought rings of silver, little cops, woman's name... Might not be a

story after all.

Well, Mr... Boone, Ken Boone.

The thing is, we're a bit short of money at the moment.

A bit of treasure would have come in handy.

Yeah, these places don't come cheap, do they?

It's family.

Amanda's dad left Dobcote to her when he died last year.

What's this last one say?

Brightest of stars.

God, whoever it is, must have meant a lot to someone.

Mm -hm.

Right, well, come on. About time we got back up there.

Made our report to Lord What's It about finding Amanda here.

Report? Yeah, report.

I suppose you have to, do you?

Even if I gave you my word.

We're supposed to be guarding that word against saboteurs.

Yeah, but, Ken, I mean, technically speaking... No.

No. No saboteurs at all.

Good. It's a quiet night.

Well, no saboteurs.

That's what matters, isn't it? Absolutely.

Here, I'll tell you what.

I've had a long chat with our Lord up there.

Eh? Our Lord Melville. He's a fantastic bloke.

He's asked me to go shooting with him later on.

Look around the estate.

Shooting?

I know how to shoot.

I've been shooting before.

Yeah.

No, I'll go.

Are you sure you don't mind him coming back to look on? He didn't shut up about

it all night.

No, no, no, it's the least I could do.

I wanted to thank you anyway for last night, for sticking up for us, for Mr

Boone and all that.

As long as you stay away from the place.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course.

I think he gets a bit carried away with all this fantasy stuff.

Oh, it's not a fantasy.

There really did used to be a Dunham family in the village.

Now, of course, there's always been the Melvilleys, so...

Poor girl, Rich Lord.

It's a possibility.

I never did any research, really. I just saw her corpse and went and dug it up.

So your dad left you this place, then?

Hello?

Well, he's out.

Shooting. Oh, stuff it.

I've only gone and sat on my thermos flask, haven't I?

I've got nothing to drink now.

Six hours.

Well, use the one for the night shift. There is two.

Harry's generous like that.

I know. It's in Harry's car.

You couldn't get hold of him for me, could you?

What?

Sam! Did you see a dip?

I'd have had her if she hadn't dipped.

I was unlucky.

I was very unlucky, huh?

You shoot down here most, Isaac?

Routine. Keeps me sane.

Especially at the moment with all the problems at the hall. You can leave them

behind for a bit.

Really?

You have a lot of problems, then?

Part of the trouble of being landed, Mr Crawford.

Not all the things you get landed with are particularly pleasant.

Aha! Your shot, quick! Alright!

Church records.

Records.

Ah, here you are.

Land logs and rolls. Oh, brilliant. Come, give me a hand, Piddy.

Rocking.

Sorry. It's all right.

The Lord giveth, and he taketh away.

You see, if you'd kept it firm, tucked there, then it wouldn't have reared up,

would you?

Yeah, yeah, that's fine, that's fine. I just didn't expect it to have so much of

a kick, you know. Well, she can back up at you if you're not used to it. Lord

Melbury!

What do we do?

Good heavens.

I'd be rather left out. What happened to you?

I've just got smacked in the face by a door over there, following someone into

your hall.

The hall?

Yeah, following on your behalf.

The hall isn't where I contracted you to guard, Mr Boone. Ken, what are you

playing at? But what we're supposed to... The peasant.

I'm paying you to be gamekeepers, not private detectives.

Yeah, but that's the point. It is your gamekeeper. That's his ban.

Just do what you're paid to do, Mr Boone.

Wait a minute. Hold on. Look here. Come here.

Listen to me.

Just make this clear.

Right. I see you attacked in your own house. I see someone trying to break in

here. We can't do what you're paying us to do if you're going to keep us in the

dark. Now, what's going on?

Mr. Boone, village people behave like that periodically.

They have their little caprices, their mentality.

In the grand scale of things, that's why they're villagers and not landowners.

What? We treat them like blue bottles.

Leave them and they go away.

Just guard the pheasants.

Louisa May Dunham died October the 11th.

Fist of Mortimer held Melville Estate October the 11th. You're right.

She died the same day of the shoot.

Everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, fine. It's very nice, excuse me.

It's very nice to have someone taking an interest in these records for once.

Ah, there we are.

I'll leave you to it.

Look. A girl called Louisa May Dunham died in 1747 on the feast of Mortimer.

OK? You're happy now?

Can't we actually go home and go to sleep?

I don't see many configurations like this any more.

She's a real beauty, Mr Boone.

Do you see Lord Melvilley much?

No. No, he's a bit of a loner up there. He's an only child.

Both his parents have been dead for some time.

I don't think he's had a very happy life, to tell you the truth.

Well, you can't do, can you?

All on your own, really?

Shame you went and fenced off the land, didn't you?

Must have caused some bad feeling in the village.

Well, everyone was used to having that land common.

Pretty dangerous, too.

Putting poison down.

Just hold this, will you?

How many sheep did he lose?

Oh, they weren't his sheep.

They weren't?

No, that's what the trouble was.

They belonged to someone in the village.

Chris Shepley, young lad, lived in Dove Cottage.

Right. He was starting a flock up, and they were all wiped out.

Good ad.

Terrible business.

And he didn't get any compensation?

Not a bean.

I mean, Lord Melville putting down poison was bad, but Chris cut through

to get on that land.

Ralph Cottrell stood up for him in court. Of course, then Ralph got the

too. So that was it.

Both of them.

Amen.

What are you expecting to find in a church?

Look, carpenters used to leave little trademarks in the wood.

You know, little mice, that kind of thing.

And, well, George Dunne's bound to adopt more carvings.

Not in a church, though, Rocky.

Well, what other buildings around here are there? I'll be done.

Well, don't be up there.

Surprise, surprise.

Look, this is a waste of time.

And I'm too tired to waste time. I want to go to bed.

Laura.

What?

That's it.

Another carving just like the one in Dove Cottage.

It's another clue to the treasure.

Well, well.

Mr. Cockrell, Mr. Shipley, where are we sneaking up now?

Lost our sheep, haven't we?

If you're going to go walking out of our relationship, you can't expect me to

carry on being a lover when it comes to business.

It's the law of the land.

Have you any idea how much Dove Cottage means to us?

We all have to lose things that we love at some point.

Don't we?

One of the great circles of nature.

Like the way everything returns to its rightful owner in the end.

And as far as Dove Cottage is concerned, that's me.

So if the money's not there on the day it's due, I'm sorry, but you're out.

And as the rightful owner, I'm afraid I'll have to sell Dove Cottage.

Right, Mr. Cothold.

Thank you.

Oh, look, don't eat the husky.

Well, what are we doing here? Amanda said that they wanted some old woodwork

the village hall.

You said that over an hour ago. We've looked at every table in here.

There's got to be something.

There's got to be. There's got to be.

Mr Boone.

I do hope I'm not disturbing anything.

No, no.

It's just that... Ralph.

Yeah, I know. We've met.

At the playing fields.

We've met since, actually.

The other night, round the back at Whitley Hall.

That was you.

Seems quite a popular spot. Didn't I see you there, Amanda?

I don't think that's any of your business, Mr Boone.

Well, perhaps you'd like to tell me what's happening, then I can decide

Or perhaps you'd like me to throw you off this land.

I see.

That's how you do it round here.

Bit of muscle.

Leave us alone.

We've done enough already.

No, I trusted you. You had me lying to my partner. I don't like doing that.

Not when it's thrown back in your face like some flaming shed door.

If I go, I'll have to make out my report.

Make your bloody report, but just get off this land.

Is that what you want, Amanda?

Eh? The report to Chris? All public?

No.

No, Rob.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen, can I just have a word?

I think it falls upon me to perform a few quick thank yous.

Organising an event like this is never easy.

What is it?

Look at it. But the tea and refreshments were done beautifully by Mrs Evans.

Mr

Morell!

Rocky!

Finally, I'd like to... Thank you. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for

coming... and for supporting the event to contribute

towards the Nottingham Children's Hospital.

Thanks. Thanks very much indeed.

Well done, Lockie. You completely put him off there. There's nothing on the

bottom, is there? What then?

Look, it's here.

In fact, it's the same thing we've made on them. What's that?

Well, it's the stocks, you know, armholes, head holes. The stocks?

Yeah, well, perhaps we've made one somewhere out of the wood from the cops.

no, up in the woods by where we were sitting.

That's what that is. That's where it's all pointing to.

What? The casket is under the stocks in Shortacre.

So you're Deb as his butler, eh?

It was just the two of us up there.

Amanda's dad and me.

He was about the closest friend I had for 25 years.

He thought the world of them both, the old Lord Melville.

And he was really generous.

When Dad was about 50... He gave him Dove Cottage. Just handed it over.

No one knew any deeds ever existed until this present Lord...

Tried to get some money back by scavenging through Whitley Hall.

Paintings, silver, all the family heirlooms. He sold them. All that

the money. And somewhere he dug up the original deeds to Dove Cottage, which

were never passed on.

George Dunham was originally given Dove Cottage on a sort of perpetual lease to

be renewed each Feast of Mortimer.

I suppose it's a kind of memorial to Louisa May.

It's just a formality.

Unless the Lord happens to need some money.

What, he's going to claim the cottage back?

Well, it's his.

Unless we can buy it back before the Feast of Mortimer.

Which is tomorrow.

I really begged him for more time.

Chris is building his life around this cottage.

Our lives.

Well, can't you tell him?

It's all so messy, isn't it?

Why do we let things get so messy?

Do you?

Oh, I think trying to keep secret the fact you had an affair with a man your

future husband detests who bankrupted him and wiped out his business, I think

that's pretty messy, don't you?

You mean you've... Oh, his lordship's quite a charmer when you're 18.

It's only when you get close to him you realise there's nothing there but money.

So I finished it.

Before I knew it, I had secrets from Chris, and then there were other secrets

keep the old ones from toppling out.

It all adds up.

That treasure was the last opportunity to buy this cottage off and bury the

whole mess forever.

Half a tonne each, at least.

Oh, well.

Back to the drawing board, eh?

I think we're missing something.

It's like a puzzle.

Something that won't reveal itself until we've got...

All the pieces together.

That's it.

I'll bet you any money.

Come on.

Rocky. Come on.

Well, about this then.

Yeah, look, I don't normally do that kind of thing, Mr Boone.

Not a bad start for a beginner, eh?

I didn't know, though.

You could have been Melville -y, anyone.

I couldn't afford to be seen up there.

No, it's not the point.

I mean, what I wanted to know is what you're doing here in the first place.

Trying to get your own back?

Revenge? Teach him a lesson?

No, Mr Boone. I was trying to recover the deeds to this place.

Rear door keys to Whitley Hall.

He never took them back when he sacked me.

650, Charlie.

650!

God, is that how many people he's got coming to this shoot?

No, that's what I paid for that thermos flask you sat on.

£6 .50.

Look, I said I'm sorry.

It was kind of camouflaged.

Camouflaged?

It was tartan.

Little lesson in life, Charlie.

Our Lord Melville is sitting up there in his mansion, living like royalty.

That's probably everything he could possibly desire now.

And do you know why?

Because somewhere along the line, his ancestors didn't waste their money by

sitting on service tasks.

Right?

Hiya. Gold dust. I love this.

Oh, hello, Ken.

I'm just finding out who to from Mr. Cotrell.

Oh, right.

Here, have a look at these. I love it.

This one's a bit rough. I had to borrow a crayon off a kid and a bit of...

Tablecloth at the cake store.

There's three of these carvings. Here, the church hall and the Melbury family

pew. You see, at first we thought it was leading to under the stocks, but it's

mounted on this big stone, so it can't be.

Kenny, are you listening?

What? The dowry. The treasure.

We think it exists.

And these are the clues left by George Dunham.

Only, I've got to be missing something.

Hold on.

The treasure.

Let's see.

Stocks. A treasure made from wood in the cots? No, try the other way round.

Crack it.

I don't know much about this Krypton factor stuff, but I reckon you're

in the wrong place.

What have all those three got in common?

Feast of Mortimer. And?

Well, wood.

Trees. Higher.

What's higher than the trees?

Rocky, even if it is to do with the stars, I mean, they're up there, and

down here.

No, you draw lines, you see, and it all comes to a point.

Like in the omen, when the three stars meet.

But that was the omen.

This is the East Midlands. No, it's the same thing, you see. Now, what do those

carvings say?

Little star,

bigger star, smaller star.

Isn't it more likely that that shape is carved into something?

No. It's like Ken says.

Your constant thing in this is the Feast of Mortimer.

It's something to do with how the stars are on one night.

Just one.

And that's tonight.

What is the point of this, eh?

Going to look for buried treasure in a wood in the middle of the night.

I must be mad.

Honest, I don't know. You don't know what you're doing, don't you, Mr Boone?

I've got to meet Harry.

You won't tell anyone about him, will you?

Trust me. It's the most important thing in the world.

Oh, I must love you, you know, to do this.

Trust me.

Your bird, I think, Sir Harry.

What,

they ran out of sailors' costumes, had they?

This is not a costume, Ken.

And if you must know, Lord Melville here has invited me up as his personal

guest.

Lovely. Yeah.

Will you be able to handle on -the -day activities all right if I go up and do

this? Yeah.

I take it you're going up there tonight, then? Just for an additional guest

list, that's all.

Well, there is something I think he ought to know up there.

This business of Rocky's treasure.

What?

What treasure of Rocky's? What are you talking about?

Well, he reckons he's put his finger on the spot where some treasure's buried.

Get away!

That's what I said.

Apparently, some old dowry of the Melvilleys left one of them years ago up

the cocks, and they're going up there tonight.

I thought I'd mention it so that you can clear it, you know, with his lordship,

because if it is in there, it's probably, legally, his property.

Don't want to land in any trouble, do you?

You're bloody right we don't.

I mean, I'm all for Rocky having it, but as F gets out, I mean, the law's on

pleasant clothes, Harry.

Brave God, Nick.

No, I... Carl.

Here.

Do we need a wave?

Practically.

You've got five doors to get through before we hit the hall.

Harry would have gone in by now.

Talk, talk, talk.

Couple of brandies, more rabbit. Yeah, we'll be all right.

Are you sure about this?

Nope.

I'm relying on human nature.

But as it stands, that's all we've got.

Nothing.

No stars.

No stars, no way.

Oh, well.

It was a nice story.

Yeah. It was a nice story.

Like I said.

Come on, lad.

I suppose we ought to go and get some sleep.

Ah! Shh!

The birds. You'll disturb the pheasants.

Rocky, what is it? The stars.

I can see them.

Where?

No, not up there.

Down there.

Oh, my God, it is as well.

You see, the stars are made from the stocks in the copse at Groote Eker. It's

under the stars.

But which one, though? There's three.

Oh, well, there's... Louisa.

What? Louisa May Dunham, 1747.

The brightest of stars.

Under this one.

This is where I dropped to the other day. The scullery door. It leads into

main house.

Now, you're absolutely sure I'm not stealing here, eh?

House deeds and all that.

Legally should have been passed on me the cottage.

That Amanda's property by law.

How far down are we?

A few and a half feet.

It can't go on forever. It could be 15 feet.

I really don't think we should be here.

in the house we're talking about.

He's always in there.

How are you going to avoid him?

Trust me.

Okay. Trust me.

Steady. Steady. This could fall to pieces. I'm over 200 years old. You are

kidding me. I'm late. I'm late.

I don't think I'm paying you enough for this security.

Not only do you guard the pheasants, but you also lay on entertainment.

Oh, God.

Buried treasure.

How incredibly exciting.

And it's silver, I hear. Is that what you think?

How did you find out?

Oh, little birds.

Friends of yours.

I can't believe bastard.

Truth always gets out in the end, Mr. Shepley.

I'm a fatalist.

I always believed retribution has a way of compensating those unjustly punished.

Well, does it? Oh, yes.

Only those unjustly punished, of course, like last year's shoot.

Not like you and your dead sheep.

Steady, Mr. Shepley. Steady now.

Let's have some of your ovine calm.

Out.

No feet.

In the great scale of things, grazing sheep on private land means you haven't

got a leg of land to stand on.

That were common land, and you know it.

Was, Mr. Shepley.

Like this cop's was.

But that's the fantastic way the countryside works, isn't it?

The beautiful circles of nature.

Everything eventually returns to its rightful owner in the end.

Two birds.

Two rotten old wooden birds.

The carpenter.

Who am I?

The rings of silver were the rings of light on the ground.

Hello. Get yourself in. It's a bit nippy out there.

I trusted you.

Did you find... I trusted you.

I told you everything and you went straight in. Yeah, and I told my friend

Crawford, who I trust will toe the line and tell Lord Malverley all about it,

who I trust will be sufficiently sure to fund that he might try and catch you at

it. All this for half an hour so that I could be absolutely sure that hall was

empty. And it was.

So, see, in the end, you'll bury treasure, Lark.

I just thought this might be worth a bit more.

The deeds to this place?

Some people have these framed, put on the wall, you know what I mean?

But like I said, a bit parky in here, isn't it?

Yes, yes.

All that for nothing.

All that for a couple of rotted old wooden doves worth absolutely nothing.

Oh, I don't know.

I wouldn't say worth nothing.

In fact, to Lord Malverley, I'd say those birds were quite precious.

Oh, yeah, blasted to bits.

Oh, aye, they're very rare.

See, after crashing a land rover through at midnight and firing off a double

-barrel shotgun, I reckon those doves are about the only birds he's got left

that coat.

Done a runner?

Called away, unforeseeably, it says. Stuck up there, on the gates.

Oh, I'm not kidding, Caddys Mayhem up there.

I mean, each one of them has paid 700 quid for this.

Ridiculous. If she's 700 quid more than we shall get out of it.

I mean, I said, I mean... I mean, why do a runner?

I mean, it was all set up.

Well, that's the lad of gentry for you, isn't it, eh?

They are not all they seem, Harry.

You've been fooled again, haven't you, eh?

Big houses, posh accents.

Green wellies.

You're not bothered about going on the shoot, are you?

No, no, no, no, no. Oh, God, no.

After buying all that gear?

Oh, that was just customer relations.

No,

I'm not all that interested.

Shame, that is.

Why?

Because for some reason, there's a hell of a lot of pheasants on my roof.

Don't know where they came from.

I haven't got a catapult right here.