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

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

,

Skip the light, bang, bang, go.

Turned cartwheels across the floor.

I was feeling kind of seasick.

The crowd called out for more.

The room was humming harder.

The ceiling was creaking.

When we call out for another
dream, the way to draw the train.

And so it was later,
as the military's chair.

Let our faces first just go steep.

Turn the wider shade of pale.

Professor?

You said there is no such thing as heaven.

And the truth is plain to see.

But I wandered through my plain cards.

Emergency, we set the steering while.

Would not let her be.

One of 16 Vestal Virgins
were leaving for the coast.

I know all my eyes were on fire.

They might just as well be gone.

And so it was later.

Hello?

In here, Doctor.

Got a body for me.

Let our faces first go steep.

Miss Briggs' stock.

Looks like it fell off the steps.

Could have been an accident.

You could be right.

Wasn't there an anonymous call?

There was a break in.

She must have had the shock of her life.

A woman?

A woman's voice.

We'll need a postmortem.

Yeah, see idea on the way.

So who raised the alarm?

Well, that's what I've got to find out.

Professor Briggs' stock was quite
a famous archaeologist in his day.

Was he?

Mm.

I've read some of his books.

And I really wanted to meet
him, and he really warned me off.

Why is that?

Said he'd been a recluse
for so long, disliked people.

Well, how come she knows so much?

Well, she did his shopping
and a bit of cleaning.

No.

I've been down here every
night this week, my lord.

No sign of poachers so far.

Good.

Should be excellent sport.

Got all the gillies standing by?

All that's all sorted out.

And make sure the
Marquis gets the best spot.

He's going to need a lot of help.

Yes, my lord.

And talking of help, I think I might

get the boys in blue down
here tonight just to make sure.

Here, steady on.

Sorry, Alf.

I aim to miss.

Leave it out.

What's Blaketon going to say?

It doesn't matter, does it?

He's off duty.

It was until last night's events.

Why did he say so?

What are you doing down there, Bellamy?

The usual hive of activity, I see.

It's been a bit quiet, Sarge.

Not for some it hasn't.

There's been another
burglary down at Queen Street,

number 55, so Bellamy, look into it.

I want a full report on
my desk by this afternoon.

Yes, Sarge.

And Ventress, if it's not too much trouble,

we do happen to run to a
waste paper basket in this office.

Morning, Blaketon.

Not leaving, I hope?

Oh, no, my lord.

A word, if you please.

Yes, yes, my lord.

Ventress, tea.

Thank you.

Did he have any relatives?

None surviving that I know of.

He always said he didn't need
family, just his books and his collection.

Then the poor old soul went nearly blind.

When did you last see him?

Yesterday.

He's been ever so worried recently.

Kept wittering on
about the library,

something important
he had to set right.

Like what?

I don't know, ramblings.

He said the library held
the key to our history.

For your lordship, we will
give you the fullest cooperation.

The party tomorrow
will include the Marquis.

I need hardly say we don't want
anything untoward to happen, now do we?

Well, if any of our
unsavory locals so much

as set foot on your
land, we'll have them.

Make sure you do, Blaketon.

I can't this afternoon.

It's Gina's birthday, and I've got

to go all the way to Ashfordly
to buy her a flaming present.

I can let you have a couple of trout.

You won't?

For her present.

Don't talk daft.

I don't think she even likes trout.

Well, stuff 'em with nuts,
she won't know the difference.

Anyway, she's going out.

Are you?

Are you even having a party?

Maybe, after closing.

I'll invite myself.

Hey, you know that Austin, motor outside?

Whose is it?

An American lady, a tourist.

She checked in yesterday
for bed and breakfast.

Is that her?

Hi.

Everything all right, love?

Fine, thanks.

Oh.

Here.

Have you heard about
that old professor chap?

Up at the hall?

What about him?

He's dead.

That's typical, isn't it?

Still owes me 15 Bob for
edging and ditching in 1956.

Every time I went round,
he said he was skint.

Now he's taking it with him.

Skint?

Get away.

He were loaded.

I heard... I heard he had
a treasure trove up there.

You're joking.

Aye.

Items of national importance, so Rita said.

He reckoned that jellies
had be after it during war.

Must be valuable, then.

Aye.

Somewhat to do with the cross of St.
Columber, Rita said.

Cross?

I bet it was solid gold.

A lot of that religious stuff, is it?

Aye, maybe so.

And maybe he was murdered for it.

Morning.

Morning, Oliver.

Ah, Rowan, good of you to join us.

It was a late night, Sarge.

I know, I've just heard from CID.

They've ruled out suspicious circumstances.

But we've got more
important things in hand.

Lord Ashfordly, which means you
and Bellamy are in for a spot of overtime.

Hello.

Hi.

How are you, sir?

But I know you used to do
a bit of gardening for him.

Ah, well, that was years ago.

Yeah, I know that.

But I mean, you must have
heard somewhat of a geared clue.

No.

Well, I reckon if the professor
did it, then it must still be there.

Stands to reason.

Why's that?

Well, once he'd gone blind,
there was no he could do to shift it.

What's this, then?

Treasure up at old Brickstock's house.

There were no sign of it
when we took body out.

Well, there wouldn't be, would there?

Stay up.

I think you're in trouble.

Dad, where have you been?

I've had your dinner
going cold for half an hour.

All right.

All right.

Here, are you, uh... are you
doing out later on tonight?

No, I wasn't thinking it.

Yeah, I know.

Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while.

Hello, Maggie.

Are you free Thursday night?

Yeah, can be.

Birthday meal for Gina, my place?

Sounds good to me.

About 8 o'clock, then?

And Phil's coming.

Bring a bottle.

Right.

Shame about old Brickstock.

News travels fast.

Oh, well, half the village thinks
there's buried treasure up there.

Chance it'll be a fine thing.

You took your time.

Fresh client turned up.

Right, look, get hold of this net and
go and hook it on a branch over there.

How do I get there?

Walk.

Will I get my feet wet?

It'll go away behind your ears.

Go on, get on with it.

Come on, get them in.

Get them in.

Come on.

Don't mess that about.

Come on, get them in.

Come on.

That's it.

What?

Shh, quiet.

Somebody coming.

I need this, like it... Shh.

I'll help you know the way.

Yeah, yeah.

Control to Delta Alpha 2-5.

Hey, hold on.

Yeah, go ahead, Al.

Maggie Bolton reports a
light on at Brickstock's house.

Can you take a look?

Yeah, will do.

What about River Patrol?

Left away.

Shame.

Get all of that.

It's all down the net.

Leave it, leave it.

Go on, get going.

Hello, hello, hello.

Well, how can we tell
if anything's missing?

Unless they were looking
for the buried treasure.

Don't you start.

I don't see any trap, Jenkins.

Could be they moved
further downstream, my lord.

I hope you're right.

Get that net out of here.

I thought you were on
patrol last night, Jenkins.

Well, the police were in charge
of this stretch last night, my lord.

I'll have Blaketon's head on a pole.

Two burglaries, two nights running,

in a dead man's house, and
you come up with nothing.

Well, it's hard to tell if
anything's missing, Sarge.

What are they after, then?

Well, rumor has it there's a
load of buried treasure out there.

You're kidding me.

Buried treasure.

We'd best consult the Oracle.

Enter, signior.

Hi.

What do you know about
the late Professor Brigstock?

He was an archaeologist, Sarge.

I don't care to elaborate.

Well, they dig things up.

I know what an archaeologist is, Ventress.

I just want to know more about this one.

Oh, well, he retired up here
because of a scandal before the war.

They said he'd been stealing
from tombs in his excavations.

Or was he prosecuted?

No, it never got that far.

Mind you, they said he went
blind by way of divine retribution.

And?

Well, then he retired.

Everyone forgot all about it.

Well, it looks like we'd
best start remembering.

I'm sorry to trouble you, but is Nick in?

Constable Rowan's on duty.

He's probably looking for me.

I thought you might like this.

Oh, no, Mr. Kringhouser.

I couldn't.

It's all right.

Bellarmine caught it last night.

Well, yesterday afternoon.

I've got plenty.

You know, it won't use him.

Well, if you're sure, thank you.

There you are.

I, uh... I heard there were a
break-in up at Brigstock's last night.

Was there?

Ah.

Does the constable think they've found out?

Do you think there's anything to be found?

Well, uh, items of national importance.

All that Joseph Walker reckons, you know.

It'd be a shame if they got lost.

Yes, wouldn't it?

Uh, they're all gold, you know.

All... they're so valuable.

They're like all religious stuff.

Like, there was even a cross
of that, um... what's his name?

Um, St. Columba.

Really?

Yeah.

Right.

Well, I'll... I'll get off then.

I hope you enjoy the trout.

You... you want to stuff it with nuts.

It's lovely.

Yes.

Um, just finishing off the report on
the Queen Street burglary, Sarge.

Oh, well done, Bellamy.

Yep, it, uh... it happened
the night before the funeral.

Uh, the coffin was
still on the table, Sarge.

Yeah, that reminds me.

Of what, Ventress?

Well, there was a case a few months ago.

Suspected burglary after a death.

But the relatives, they decided to drop it.

Why?

Well, they didn't know what was missing.

And did you file a report?

No.

They didn't want to take it any further.

So you decided to save on the paperwork.

Brilliant.

Now, check back and see if there
are any other thefts related to deaths.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Sarge, it's for you.

Who is it?

Lord Ashfordly.

Hello, Bernie.

Great, Phil.

It's a pleasure.

Herbert.

Bernie, what time did you take Professor
Brigstocke's body from the house?

First thing yesterday.

When was this, Herbert?

Uh, about 9 o'clock, Mr. Scripps.

Rowan, I've just had Lord
Ashfordly bending my ear.

Somebody cleaned out that river last night,

the one that you and Bellamy
were supposed to be patrolling.

Now, get on your bike and follow me.

Now.

Can I help?

I'm sorry.

I was just looking
into a little local history.

Oh, that's all right.

Makes a change not to have
the place overrun with poachers.

I can imagine.

Lord Ashfordly.

Eileen Reynolds.

And this is Consul Rowan's daughter, Katie.

Ah.

Was this an old Abbey once?

Yes, St. Columba's.

Done away with
during the dissolution of

the monasteries when
my family got the land.

Has anyone ever excavated the site?

Not seriously, no.

Well, Brigstocke did a bit of
work up here before the war,

but it never came to very much.

The late Professor Brigstocke?

Yes, that's right.

Look, if you're interested, why
not go around to the hall sometime?

You can have the run
of the library if you like.

I might take you up on that.

Thank you.

I'd be very pleased.

It's so nice to see someone
who takes an interest in this.

It's been... .

Why, this looks serious.

We only need another one.

We could have a game of solo.

Where were you last night, Greengrass?

In the house, on me own, doing note.

Not that it's anything to do with you.

What's up?

Somebody pinch your whistles?

Do you have any fish on the premises?

Yeah.

Really?

Yeah.

I stuffed them in a glass case.

You know what I mean, Greengrass.

Trout.

Of course I've got trout.

Then show me.

I bought them from
the fishmonger,

unless of course you
can perjure otherwise.

Go on.

Tear this place apart.

Afternoon.

Yeah.

Don't forget to wipe your feet.

Cool trespassing, eh?

Hardly.

Just a little exploring.

I thought I'd follow up
on the treasure rumors.

It doesn't exist.

I'm not so sure.

There's a ruined Abbey on his land,

and no one has ever found out
what happened to its contents.

And what's that got to do with Brigstocke?

Well, he explored the site in the 1930s.

Maybe he found something of value.

Well, and that's what they
mentioned to Rita before he died.

Exactly.

Mm.

Nice fish, this.

Isn't it?

Very fresh.

And here we are, the library.

Ah, don't suppose that, uh,
Constable Rowan has found out

who stole my fish yet, has he?

Uh, no.

But he's got a few suspects, I'm sure.

Someone dies, and the house gets burgled.

But nothing of real value gets stolen.

There was an old lady who was
widowed a couple of weeks back,

complained that somebody had been
messing about with her knickknacks.

It was an unevent, though, wasn't it?

Just like the break-in
at Brigstocke's place.

Who knew the professor was dead?

It was just about everybody in the pub.

Yeah, and the undertakers, of course.

There could be a connection there.

You silly, Rowan.

Fish, man.

Think fish.

On me way, Sarge.

Any luck?

It's all rather over my head.

Most of it's in Latin.

Yes, I didn't think there
was much to go on.

Still, if you do turn anything
up, you might let me know.

We need a new roof.

And the coffin was in the
room when they broke in?

With the occupant, set up on the table.

He must have walked straight past it.

That is really creepy.

I think it's disgusting.

Like up at Professor Brigstocke's.

The old man hardly called, and
someone tries to burgle the place.

Diabolical, that's what it is.

It's not good for business
either, is it, Herbert?

Speaking of which, mustn't
keep the dead waiting.

Has that Joseph Walker been in?

No. Why do you want to know?

No reason.
Just, you know, he owes me a drink.

Mary Second.

I'm writing a book
on old English abbeys

and heard you have
some ruins on your land.

Well, well, two inquirers in one day.

Goodbye, Mrs Reynolds.
Do please call again.

Yes, thank you.

And do please come in, Miss Second.

Eileen?

In here.

That fish we had last night,
where did you get it from?

It was local.

You mean that's your story
and you're sticking to it?

Something like that, yes.

It was a present from Claude Greengrass.

The golden rule is
we treat all gifts from

Claude Greengrass
with extreme suspicion.

I would just say, haven't you noticed?

Although they live frugally,
they only eat off solid gold plates.

Everything, everything, all
the crosses and that, everything.

All 18 carat.

You're not going all
religious, are you, Claude?

No, I might be.

Right, give him a scotch.

I thought you said he owed you.

Yeah, well, I've changed my mind.

Come on, chop, chop.

Hey, you know we were talking about,
like, the professor and the treasure.

Are you positive he never actually
ever hinted as to where he'd hidden it?

Never.

All he said was it was
safest where he found it.

Erm, three Bob.

Put it on the slate.

Thank you very much.

Three burglaries, three funerals,
and all different undertakers.

There could be a simple explanation.

But don't just keep it to yourself, Alf.

Well, someone who reads the
death columns of the local papers.

Great.

Any progress?

We're working on it, Sarge.

Well, don't let me stop you.

I want a full summary of your
investigations by tonight, Ventress.

I'm off to Aidensfield.

He seems to be spending
more time out than in these days.

And more over there than over here.

What do you mean?

Nick's Auntie Eileen.

Never.

And I had her down as a
woman of taste and discretion.

Now then.

How was the fish?

Very nice.

You must have a very generous friend.

Oh, oh, yeah.

Was there something you wanted?

No, not really.

It's just, you remember I told
you about that St Columba?

You know, and all the gold and that.

Well, I found out he's got an Abbey.

What about it?

Well, I thought you might
know where it was, you know.

Because I'm a bit like you.

I'm very interested in history.

Really?

Oh, well, I can tell you.

The ruins are on the Ashfordly
estate, near the Celtic Cross.

Right, well, I'll let you
get on with it then, I'll...

There was an American
lady asking about it as well.

How do you mean? Heard anything?

You know what I mean, George.

Has anyone offered to sell you any fish?

As a matter of fact, yes.

But I said no.

Who?

Who do you think?

Yeah, I've already
tried him, drawn a blank.

He's either fine or he's not.

I've already tried him, drawn a blank.

He's either flogged it already
or someone stored it for him.

How about Joseph?

Well, I can't see it myself.

Rita wouldn't let him keep
hooky fish in the house.

Claude was being a bit secretive
with Herbert the other day.

Mind you, they
were probably talking

about the treasure,
because everyone is.

That's all I need.

Did you find your ruins, Miss Secker?

Better than that. I found the owner.

Right, well, keep your ears open.

Oh, happy birthday, Gina.

Ta. I'll see you later.

Hello, Oscar.

Eileen.

What brings you into our neck of the woods?

Poachers.

Ah.

Or to be more specific,
Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.

Really?

Aye.

He took Lord Ashfordly's trout from
under some of the highest-placed noses

in the land.

Oh, dear.

And I want him to see me round every bend.

Right.

Well, I'd best be off.

Bid you good day.

Good luck.

Oscar?

Eileen.

Would you care to pop round
for a bite of supper this evening?

Well, that would be very nice.

About eight?

Lovely.

Thank you.

I heard about that Queen Street
burglary when we went for the coffin.

Have you handled any
other funerals recently?

No.
Apart from Queen Street, it's been quiet.

I blame this new yoghurt stuff, meself.

Do your ushers work for you full-time?

No. Can't afford it.

They just come in as and when.

And who else is involved in the business?

Well, Herbert does the make-up.

He's the best layer-out
in the area. Works

for most of the
Ashfordly undert akers.

He does make-up?

For the bodies.
Always makes them look lovely, does her.

But he's in demand.

Where is he now?

Oh, home in Ashfordly.
He's fetching the professor over later.

Ashfordly Police.

I wonder if you could tell us if
Herbert Morris works for you?

He does.

Thank you very much.

He's the only one who
works for all three undertakers.

You must pay him a visit.

Mrs Morris?

Yes?

Is your son Herbert in, please?

No, he had to pick a
body up from the hospital.

Would you mind if we
take a look in his room?

He's not in any trouble, is he?

We'd just like to eliminate
him from our enquiries.

Oh, well, you'd better come in.

Smells good.

He brought me a nice
bit of fish for my tea.

There's not much room, is there?

He's ever so proud of his collection.

And he's got names for them all.

This is his latest one.

He calls it 'The Professor'.

We're not ready for visitors.

I'm sure the Professor won't mind.

I like them to look the best, you know.

Get there nice and clean.

When I finish 'The Professor',
he'll have a lovely smile.

I'm the last person to see.

I like them to remember me kindly.

Do you remember them?

Every one I've ever laid out?

Is that why you take things from them?

What do you mean?

We've seen your room, Herbert.

All those ornaments.

They're just bits of stuff.

Still breaking into
somebody's house, though.

I think you'd better come
down to the station with us.

You don't understand.
They wanted me to have them.

Hey, you, er... You got
anyone else in here?

No, the Professor's
the only client just now.

All right to take a look?

Well, I don't know about that.

Well, Lord Ashfordly's
still with us, Herbert.

I don't think he wants you to take these.

Green-green.

And just what do you think
you're doing down here?

You must know I'm exploring.

This is all part of our national
archaeological heritage, you know.

It's not part of yours.

I'm arresting you for
trespassing, breaking and entering,

desecration of a burial
site, and grave robbing.

Have you left out kicking a policeman?

Green grass on your feet.

Now watch it!

All right, get down here,
for God... Now, move!

Brilliant.

Why don't you Bury us alive?

Thank God.

As usual, Blaketon.

Blame me.

We brought a whole
damned tunnel down you oaf.

Any of your cronies know you're down here?

No.

Come on, come on, Bill.

What about that four-legged
mutt of yours outside?

He's more intelligent than you.

You think he'll raise the alarm?

He's a lurch, you not-flaming Lassie.

Well...

Hello, Bill.

What is it called?

Give him a packet of crisps.

He's already had two.

Mind you put it on the slate.

It's all right to be a bit
off, then, Uncle George?

Go on, enjoy yourself.

Mind you're back by
chucking out time, though.

I will be.

So how old are you then, Gina?

Twenty-four.

You can't be that old.

Well, I'm 24, if you must know.

Twenty-four and still on the show.

I was engaged when I was 24.

That's nothing.

I've been married for years.

Well, come on then, Maggie.

Tell us about Mr Bolton.

It's a long, long story.

And grub's up.

Strife.

Who are they?

Former residents.

Let's hope we don't join them.

Yeah.

That was lovely, Maggie.

Yeah, thanks, Maggie.

It makes change to cook for other people.

Are you finished?

Yeah.

Well, normally you just open up a tin.

You get lazy living on your own.

Yeah, I suppose I never have done, really.

Oh, lucky you.

Mind you, I suppose it must
depend on who you live with.

How do you mean?

Well, it can't have been
easy for you this last year.

Well, I only took a bit of getting used to.

I think the hardest part was persuading
her not to keep rushing me to answer

the phone.

Oh, well, could have been worse.

Come on, you two!

God.

I can see some light.

Shut up!

I feel lucky I didn't
fall down on top of you.

Flee before the light's gone out.

What was that?

What's up with you?

I think I've broken me neck.

Thought it'd be your neck.

Hey!

I found it.

I think I found the treasure!

So how come you ended up on your own?

There really isn't much to tell.

We fell in love, we got married.

We were too young.

Simple as that.

Yes.

I couldn't blame him.

Couldn't blame myself.

I think that was the
worst part of it, really.

Fell out of love as
quickly as we fell into it.

Hm.

Makes you kind of careful.

I can't make any of
the tell of any of this.

Ah.

Give it here, Gregor.

Good luck.

Marvellous, isn't it?

There's no gold crosses, plates or oat.

All it is is these flaming
books and a couple

of brass goblets
that are worth a note.

What a waste of time.

No wonder you can't read it.

This isn't thatting.

Oi! I know me rights!

I'm allowed a phone call,
a solicitor and a cup of tea!

Pipe down!

I want a solicitor.

It's a bit late.

You signed a statement.

I want to ring me mam.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Hello, Alf. It's Eileen here.

Oh, hello, Eileen. What's up?

Is Sergeant Blaketon there?

He was due here for dinner
ages ago, but he hasn't arrived.

I haven't seen him all afternoon.

I'll try to get a hold of him on the radio.

I'm going to have to go.
It's nearly closing time.

You worried you might turn into a pumpkin?

No, but my Uncle George will
have him back for last orders.

I'll walk you back.

It's all right.

I can have one for the road.

Use yourself.

Thanks, Maggie.

Thanks, Maggie. Good night, Jake.

Glad you could come.

See you, Nick. Wish me luck.

Yeah.

I'll best be off as well, Maggie.

Thanks for tonight. I really enjoyed it.

Good.

You know you can be too careful.

Why's that?

Dan.

Hello?

Yes.

Eileen.

Hello, Eileen. What's up?

Oscar Blaketon seems to be missing.

He was due here for dinner, but no
one's seen him since he went off looking

for Greengrass.

What have I done to deserve this?

Stuck down here with you.

There's not a bundle of fun for me either.

You're a loathsome specimen, Greengrass.

Am I? Well, snap.

I could have been a divisional
inspector if it weren't for you.

It's thanks to you
that I'm still a sergeant.

Yeah, you only got that
job through relatives.

♪ Happy birthday, dear Gina ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

George, have you seen
Sergeant Blaketon this evening?

No, he hasn't been in.

How about Greengrass?

Him neither.

Well, what's up?

Blaketon seems to have gone missing.

Funny that. Alfred's been here
all night, but no sign of Claude.

It's not like him to miss a lock-in.
I mean a piece of cake.

So they've both gone missing?

Phil, look, you check Greengrass's place.
I'll meet you back at the police

house, all right?

Thanks, George.

Hi.

Any news?

No, no, Greengrass
has gone missing as well.

He was grilling me about
this treasure again today.

I can't see him and Sergeant
Blaketon on a treasure hunt together.

Well, neither can I.

I wonder if Joseph has put
Greengrass onto something.

He's the only other person
who seems to know anything.

Greengrass.

What?

I'm freezing.

I'm freezing.

Probably this shock with your leg.

And me coat.

So what did you tell him?

Well, just that the Professor
had the stuff, and he hid it.

You must have given him
some idea of where, Joseph.

I don't know how, because I never knew.

All Brickstock said to me was,
"It's safest where he found it."

The Abbey ruins.

There's Corp's truck.

Sarge?

Code?

Oh.

I've got a shovel and a Land Rover.

I think we need more than that.

Come on.

Do you think there
could be another way out?

Well, I'll have a look.
You get in touch with Eileen.

She's been reading up on these roads.

What are you doing, Greengrass?

I'm trying to keep us alive.

I'm lighting a fire.

The smoke will kill us.

No, don't daft. Smoke rises, don't it?

It'll go up through the rock.
Somebody might see it.

I was really quite scared.

Oh, neither did I until today.

Eileen said it looked
like an underground

labyrinth in Lord
Ashfordly's records.

That could be anywhere.

Well, Phil's out chasing civil
defence to get them to start digging.

We'd better check these records then.

That could be a problem.

He's lent them out.

Who to?

I've been collating some research
from 12th century monasteries.

Yeah, with papers stolen
from Professor Brigstocke.

Now, why don't you tell us
exactly what you were doing here?

Okay.

I was Professor Brigstocke's
assistant for a while, way back.

I went to see him two nights ago.

You broke in and found him dead?

Yes.

Well, why didn't you stay there?

I panicked and ran.

I took these along with me.

I knew he was working on something
secret, but I didn't know what until now.

So what is it?

He found the Abbey Library.

It's that important?

It's a revelation.

There's a version of the
Anglo-Saxon Chronicle down there.

And two men down there with it.

Now, do any of these
show us another way in?

I don't know where this is going.

Of course they are, because if you
moan any louder, they'll hear you.

It'll take us hours to
clear that passageway.

I just hope they're all right.

There's definitely some kind of
tunnel leading to Brigstocke's house.

The library could be a
good place to start looking.

Where have you had this coke, Greengrass?

I'm being bitten.

If you don't shut up, it'll be me doing it.

Greengrass.

What?

I just... wanted to say... What?

Thanks.

It's the most intelligent
thing you've said all night.

Anyone smell burning?

Seems to be strongest over here.

Give us the torch.

Sarge?

Sarge?

I'll get a rope.

Lord?

We're down here! Get us out!

All right, all right, we're trying.

Any injuries down there, Claude?

Only Blaketon, he's got a broken leg.

Well, try and keep him warm.

I don't think I've been doing all night.

Ambulance is on its way.

About flaming time and all.

Here you go.

Here, we took your time.

Yeah, it's nice to see you too, Claude.

I think the Sergeant's
gonna need a stretcher.

Sarge, what about me?

Yeah, all right, Claude.

So did you find your treasure, then?

Treasure? There weren't any,

apart from a couple of brass
goblets worth about ninepence.

Well, it's a shame you went
into so much trouble, then.

I need some form of compensation, though.

Spending the night down here with him.

Good.

Oops. Careful.

There he is, Alfred.

Hi, son.

Oh, it's good to have you back, Claude.

Does this mean we're engaged?

Come on, Claude.

It's devastating.

Those texts could have filled in
years of history that are just blank.

Did you know the Professor
had hidden the entire library?

Not for sure, but I wondered.

So why didn't you say something sooner?

I guess my university
library would have

been interested in
finding the collection.

Or taking it.

Look, we're all losers here.

I just wish it had been left where it was.

Afternoon.

Hello, Nick.

Well, you're looking better, Sarge.

So are you, Claude.

There's nothing wrong with him, Maggie.

Can't you get him out of here?

No, I can't.

You're both in for
observation, even if

there is no more than
a suspected fracture

between the two of you.

Well, you're still under
arrest, Greengrass.

Breaking and entering.
Just you remember that.

Oh, you shouldn't, Blayton.

You heard what the doctor said.

If it hadn't been for me keeping
you warm, you'd have picked it.

So you keep telling me.

Actually, Sarge, we've had
some Crown agents nosing around.

They seem to think you've
lost some important treasures.

It wasn't any flaming treasure,
just a load of old books.

Shut it, Greengrass.

The books were the treasure.

Were what?

Yeah.

Worth an absolute fortune, apparently.

Do you think you can fetch the nurse?

I don't think I'm going to be very well.

Good.

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