All language subtitles for S01E10 - Endangered Species

Jezus!

Autumn.

You can smell it.

So soon, eh?

Yeah!

I'll be taking the first main crop of spuds
out of the ground in a couple of days.

Do you fancy some?

Oh yes, please.

So!

What are you after today then?

Well, I'd like some of those
knobbly french tomatoes...

What are they called? Er...

Marmande.

And, er, oh yes, a half a dozen
of those sweet romaine lettuces.

That's no problem.

[Coughing]

[More coughing]

Excuse me.

Do you fancy some
scarlet runners?

Erm, I can bring 'em over
with the spuds if you like.

Yeah, yes, please!

It's probably a silly
question, I know, but, er...

Did you realize there's somebody
living in the greenhouse?

What?!

In the greenhouse?

Yeah.

O, er, yeah, um...

...in the greenhouse,
well...

...he's just this, er,

...well, you know...

Well, ch... ch... ch...
chum of mine.

Up from London for a few days.

On holiday.

Chum of yours,

having a holiday
in the greenhouse?

Yeah!

He won't come in the house.

He says it's unhygienic.

Well, he's got a point.

Morning!

O, morning!

Henry Crabbe, isn't it?

Yes.

George Lonsdale.

Hello!

My wife, Joan.

You probably don't remember us.

Er, Margaret keeps
an eye on our accounts.

O yes, yes, of course!

We'll, erm,
we'll go and sort out your veg then.

What?

Ooh, yes of course.

We must try your
restaurant one of these days.

Yes, yes, you must.

Well, do excuse me,
I must be going now.

Bye, bye.

Goodbye.

Alright, we try another route.

What exactly
are you doing at this moment?

Well, Henderson has just lifted
the first Maris Pipers of the season,

...and as you know they're a
first-rate chipping potato,

...so I...

...am making chips.

Well there you are, you see.

See how long it's taking you.

Cost-effectively
it's a disaster!

Look, it's only nine o'clock
in the morning, Margaret.

I've got all the time in the world,
and beside which, I'm enjoying myself.

Aahh...!

Was enjoying myself.

Morning sir.

Mrs Crabbe.

Ah, pommes frites, sir?

Chips, Cambridge,
what do you want?

O, there's a stomach
bug going around...

Call a doctor.

...so we're rather short-handed
and there's been these break-ins.

Break-in... Break-ins?!

You don't need me for
break-ins, Cambridge.

Mr Fisher specifically
requested your assistance, sir.

Aargh!

"All the time in the world"...

Morning.

Morning!

Morning, Steve.

Great, we're doing cod, chips
and beans today, aren't we?

Yes, but I'm afraid, sadly
you'll have to do it without me.

Now look, that's about
the size that we want there.

It's nice and chunky with a rather
pleasing and charming taper, alright?

Now that is quite important
because that tells us...

...that that chip
was cut by hand and...

...not by some
COST-EFFICIENT MACHINE!

First call is to a private
residence on the Barstock Road.

Then to a heavy plant
firm on the industrial estate.

Heavy plant?

They lease bulldozers,
earth movers, that sort of things.

Someone got into
their depot last night.

Scenes of crime officers
have already attended.

Well, that's a job for
a teenage DS, not me.

Not according to
Mr Fisher sir, no.

God, really...

That's a cheerful colour.

I don't think my insurance
company are going to like it.

They, er, broke the
locks on the petrol caps.

So I assume there's sugar or
something similar in the tanks.

But the house
wasn't broken into?

No.

And nothing was stolen?

No, quite the
contrary actually.

What do you mean?

Come into the back garden.
I'll show you.

Oak... Ash... Birch, I think.

Must have taken 'em
hours to plant that.

And you didn't hear anything?

Of course we didn't!
Otherwise we would have done something.

Er, inspector,
this is my wife Susan.

When are you going to do
something about these people?

We've got children, you know.

How do I explain it to them?

How are we supposed to get on
with our lives with this...

...this madness going on?

What people, Mrs Talbot?

What people?
Oh, come on!

OK, Susan, take it easy.

I will not take it easy, David.

I'll make a bloody
fuss if I want to.

This is supposed to be
a free country, isn't it?

Uhu.

My husband should be
able to do his job...

...without these maniacs
making our live a misery.

What is your job, sir?

Er, I'm a chief engineer
on the Marsden Heath site.

Marsden Heath?

You know, the new
motorway link road.

No?

O, it makes a nice change to meet
somebody who hasn't heard of it before.

He must have heard of it.

Every idiot in sandals has
been out with a placard.

It has been one of those
pathetic anti-road campaigners.

Which has failed,
I'm happy to say.

We start work next week.

You mean all this is part of some
campaign against this road your building?

...and we got razor wire,

...anti-climb paint,

...closed-circuit TV-cameras,

...security guards with dogs,
patrolling all through the night.

I don't know how they got in.

We have one of
your lot down here.

Crime Prevention Officer.

He gave us the thumbs up.

Huh, well, he probably just
walked in through the front gate.

What do you mean?

Do you think you could have
this bucket brought down?

Yeah, they probably slipped in yesterday
when you were shutting up shop for the night,

...climbed up here,
waited till dark.

Then came down,
did the business...

...and then the pandemonium
with the fire brigade,

...they just walked away.

Are you by any chance
supplying the plant hire...

...for the new road
at Marsden Heath?

Yes, we are.

That's brilliant!

Sherlock Holmes, I presume?

Detective Inspector Crabbe.

Who are you?

Jack Meynell.

I'm in charge of security
at Marsden Heath.

So where's Bannerman then?

Super Intendent
Bannerman is off sick.

There's a stomach
bug going around.

You're a long way from
Marsden Heath, aren't you?

What's your name, Sherlock?

Crabbe.

Marsden Heath is Department
of Transport property, right?

I'm in charge of security
on the site...

...and Bannerman looks after
things on the other side of the fence.

But with this sort
of nonsense...

...or that stupid bloody vandalism
at David Talbot's place...

Well, Bannerman and me...
We work as a team.

O, I see...

You're here to help.

Good.

Well can you tell me
what that sign means?

Save the whale.

Ban the bomb.

Who gives a toss?

They're all bloody hooligans.

Yeah... That's very useful.

Thank you sir.

Oi!
Sherlock!

How long before Bannerman
is back on the job then?

Soon, I hope.

Me too.

'Mushy peas?'

'MINTED mushy peas.'

Well I think it's tragic,

...building a road across a beautiful
piece of countryside like that.

Wouldn't 'pureed' be better?

No, it wouldn't.

You can say 'pureed'
if the Millers come in.

They had a holiday
in Normandy once.

Now they're spending money
just so they can get from...

...one motorway
to another motorway...

...five minutes faster.

Yeah well, it's a pity
they don't just come...

...slap bang straight
through here.

Then we could put up a sign saying:
'Coach parties welcome!'

Makes lots of money!

Well I feel terrible about them,
and we do a couple of meetings.

That's the trouble you see.

Never doing anything
until it's too late.

Fisher!

Stick a handful of those chips
in the fryer, Steve, will you?

O here you are, Crabbe!

Sit down, would you?

Oh, thank you sir.

I wanted to talk to you about
these anti-road protesters.

O good, because there has
been a lot of confusion, sir.

People are under the impression
that I am taking over...

...from Super Intendant Bannerman
up at Marsden Heath.

No no no, of course not.

It's a crowd control job.

These vandals, these extremists,
that's another matter.

It is.

I don't want any more torched
earth movers or vandalized cars, Crabbe.

I discussed it with
the Minister himself.

Er, the, the, the...

Wha... What Minister sir?

The Minister of Transport,
who do you think?

Chief Constable had a small
party for him at the weekend.

He is charming.

An intelligent man, Crabbe.

He is very concerned about
the environmental movement.

Sees it as a trojan
horse with subversives.

He told me the government
wants to see some firm action.

His actual words were:

'Nail those bastards private parts
to the wall, Fisher,

...and you'll make me
a happy man.'

Ooh, charming
and intelligent, sir.

O, thank you, John.

Are you ready to order now, sir?

Er, yeah, I'll have a green salad
and a glass of mineral water, please.

So, erm...

So, what I want you to do...

...is to catch some of
these vandals, Crabbe,

...and put them away.

I want to make an example.

There's a bloke
from Barstock,

...drives to Cornwall
twice a week,

...in a
refrigerated lorry.

He goes to the
New Lane fish market.

I beg your pardon?

Today
he came back with cod.

It's about as fresh
as it could possibly be.

Cod.

It's on the menu: 'Cod,
chips and mushy peas'.

I never eat
fried food, Crabbe.

Ah, but I do the cod
in a very light batter.

It puffs up, wafer-thin.

And the cips are all
double-fried, of course.

Mmm, that's what
makes them so crispy.

Fry them
at just the right heat,

...the potatoes
are sealed...

...and don't
absord any fat.

Try one.

Big chips are
even less fattening.

Something to do with their
surface area, apparently.

That is almost health food.

Mushy peas, is it?

MINTED mushy peas, sir.

Well, I DID play
squash this morning.

John!

Jack Meynell is expecting
you at his office on site at ten.

O, I see.

So I'm at the beck and call of
some bloke on a building site, eh?

The Department of Transport...

...have been doing
their homework on the Greens.

They have got files on
all the leading activists...

...we might as well
make use of.

What do you think about
the new road scheme, Cambridge?

Are you for it
or against it?

Oh! I am
a PC, sir.

I don't think.

Henry!

Henry, it's Henderson.

Look, what does HE want HERE
this time of morning?

Not here, on the phone.

From the hospital.

We are going to
be late for Meynell's.

Good!

Now I'm running a private
ambulance service.

Sorry, I didn't quite hear that.

Nothing, sir.

Hoo hoo, Henderson,
look at you...

Who did that?

Good question.

It was what...

...about ten
when I got back.

The lights were on.
All of 'em.

And there were
these two geezers.

Big blokes they were.

Turning the place over.

Bold as brass.

Did you get a look at them?

Sort of...

They were
wearing balaclavas.

I yanked one of them off.

Gave the geezer a good smack.

So I got a glimpse.

But I didn't see much.

I don't know if I would
recognize him again.

Anyway.

Then they gave
me a right kicking.

Oh, no...

The bastards.

My bloody ribs.

I couldn't move
for ten minutes.

Then I called the Old Bill.

This woodentop
turns up in a Mini.

Did you give him a description?

Yeah.

Then he booked me for not
having a tax disc on my van.

They didn't nick anything.

Not that I've got
anything worth nicking.

That was like they were more
interested in smashing the place up.

Maybe they were after the secret of
your amazing success with carrots.

Yeah, that'll be it.

Industrial espionage.

Did you see their car?

Yeah.

There was something parked
up the lane as it happens.

Don't ask me what.

Cambridge?

Have a nose around
outside, will you?

See if you can
spot anything.

I'll be out in a minute.

Now, what is that?

What, that?

Yeah, that.

Well, it's just, it's erm...

A thing called 'Level Earth'.
You know, Greens.

Are you a member?

Well, there
aren't members.

Just supporters.

Alright then!

Are you a supporter?

Bloody hell, Crabbe.

What is this?

I get beaten up,
my place gets turned over...

...and you're
interrogating me!

I spent yesterday examining
vandalized cars and burnt-out bulldozers.

And wherever I went, I found
this symbol, left as a calling card.

And I find it here
in your house.

Alright.

Some of them are into
a bit of monkeywrenching,

...but I'm not!

There is no policy, Crabbe.

People...

...they speak and act
for themselves,

...not for Level Earth.

Whoever left that sign
was bang out of order.

What's 'monkeywrenching'?

Er, uhm, direct action.

Sabotage.

Criminal damage!

Do you want to see
some criminal damage?

You should go up to
Marsden Heath!

Don't you worry mate,
that's exactly where I'm going.

Ready when you are.

O, I know.
Thank you.

There's a skylark
somewhere, sir.

Not for much longer,
I suppose.

Trouble.

So they slipped out of the plant hire
depot when the fire brigade arrived.

That's about 1:30
in the morning.

That gave them time then
to get over to Talbots house,

...vandalize the two cars
and dig up the lawn,

...all before first light.

You don't mind if I sit
in on this, do you Jack?

No, fine by me Mr Fisher.

I believe you'll find a
workers canteen opposite, constable.

Sir.

Carry on.

Just pretend I'm not here.

I want to show you some
photographs, Crabbe.

Now we build this little lot
up over the last five years.

The trouble is with this
bloody system is,

...the inquiry can
take for years, yes?

Well go on then,
Sherlock.

Hold it there.

That's one bloke I'd like
by the short and curlies.

He calls himself
Reynard The Fox.

A.k.a. Kevin Heywood,
no fixed abode.

He's been running around the
heath making monkeys out of us.

Look at his chest.

Recognize that,
don't we?

Mhm.

It's a trademark of a group
calling themselves Level Earth.

I think the level is a
reference to the Levellers.

They were a
republican faction...

...back in the mid-seventeenth century,
interestingly enough.

Anyway...
Save me the history lesson.

He torched the bulldozer.

He wrecked David Talbots house.

And he left his
signature to prove it.

Now, we have done our bit.

Now you find the little
bastard and nick him.

I don't work for you, Meynell.

I don't work for the
Department of Transport.

So who I nick or who I do not
nick is none of your concern.

Photographs, Crabbe.

Keep looking at the photos.

O, I know these people.

They're retired.
They live in Middleton.

He's, he's a doctor.

Now here's a familiar face.

Mmm...

Well, well...

Who's that then?

It's my wife.

You set me up.

O, don't be so
melodramatic, Crabbe.

I just can't believe, the...

The money, the manpower,
the time, the sheer effort...

...of keeping tabs
on people like...

...the Lonsdales and Margaret.

O God!
Phone taps...

You're not tapping
my phone, are you?

No, don't worry.

Not yours.

So you are tapping phones then?

It's incredible.

You know, they're not dangerous
subversives, these people sir.

They're just
ordinary folk...

...who don't like to see
the countryside being whittled away.

I suppose it is quite
pleasant here, isn't it?

This, er...

...Reynard is a dangerous
specimen, Crabbe.

People like him are costing
the tax payer millions.

Well how much is
that road costing us?

Well, that's an
investment, Crabbe.

Yes, when it's a road
it's an investment,

...but when it's public transport
it's a subsidy.

I've never
quite worked that one out.

Anyway, whatever.

You'll have to take me
off this one now,

...because my friends and
family are implicated.

On the contrary,
you're perfectly placed.

I'm particularly interested in
how you manage this, Crabbe.

It's time I found out where
your loyalties really lie.

Here that?

Skylark.

You're the expert, Crabbe.

Hahaha... hahahaha...
hahaha...

Photograph?

Yes, Margaret.

Huhuhuhuhuhuhu...

What's so funny about that?

O, come on then, Henry,
it's ludicrous.

A dossier on me?

Ahahahahaha!

O, actually I think
it's rather glamorous.

Yes, well you're in very
glamorous company.

There's Henderson for example,
and the Lonsdales,

...and practically half
the local population in fact.

Well that's marvellous.

Marvellous?!

What do you mean,
marvellous?

Well there must be a rattle
if they're stalking people...

...like me and the
good old doctor Lonsdale.

Look, are you sure it was just
two meetings that you went to?

Afraid so.

O, and I signed a petition too.

Didn't have time
for anything else.

I was much more active on the
ring-road campaign five years ago.

Ah, well that's probably when
you first came to their attention.

Mhm...

You ever heard of a
Kevin Heywood?

No, never heard of him.

Alias Reynard?

O yes, I've heard of him.

He's one of those
Level Earth kids.

O, you've heard
of them, too?

Well of course.

Some of them are sleeping
up in the woods...

...near Marsden Heath,
I think.

Yes, wel this Reynard
is coming out of the woods...

...and causing damage
to people's homes.

Now, I would be very
surprised if that were true.

The Level Earth people
I've talked to...

...were against
that sort of thing.

O, you've talked
to them as well?!

O Henry, there are
a lot of people...

...against this damned road
and despite our differences...

...we all get on pretty well.

Something that I find rather
heartwarming in this day and age.

Look, you put me in a rather
difficult position here, Margaret.

How?!

Because Fisher wants
me to go after Reynard.

He's made a very
big thing of it.

It's like a loyalty test.

So Fisher has put you
in a difficult position,

...not me.

I hope you're not expecting me
to abandon my principles, Henry.

No, no, Margaret.

God forbid.

Good.

Because as you very well know,
I wouldn't.

I'm going to bed now.

Right.

Er, Henry?

Yes?

Up the revolution!

- Photographs?!
- Don't you start.

The bloody cheek.

Well your mother would like
the one they've got of you.

It's a police state.

Now now, come on,
don't blame the force.

Kindly direct your complaints
to the Department of Transport.

But there was one face
I recognized there.

Apart from Margaret and half the
pensioners in Middleton, that is.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Kevin Heywood.

A.k.a.
Reynard The Fox.

A.k.a. your chum on holiday
in the greenhouse.

I'll bet he's not
still there, is he?

Come on, Crabbe.

No, YOU come on!

Now Henderson, you
be straight with be or else.

Reynard's mum, ooh,
she was a real sixties person.

He claims he was conceived at
Glastonbury on the summer solstice.

His dad was a druid.

Actually, he was a
roadie with Status Quo.

He only became a druid later.

It was like a
natural progression?

Yeah.

They were on the
move quite a bit, so...

Well, Reynard didn't
go to school much.

He's real bright,
Crabbe, I tell you.

He has read everything.

Yeah, yeah... And, and...
Come on!

Well, I met him and some of the
Level Earth lot at Twyford Down.

Few of them were into a bit of
monkeywrenching, you know.

Undoing the odd bolt on an
earth mover, that sort of thing.

But not all of 'em.

I mean,
I never did.

Hohohoho...

What about
Reynard?

I couldn't say.

Henderson.

Alright, yeah, he was.

Anyway, I met him again when
he came up to Marsden Heath.

A few of them were living
in the woods at the time.

Reynard is the only
one who stuck it out.

O, but he's done
his health in, Crabbe.

He's lost weight,
he's got a dreadful cough...

...and he won't
see a doctor.

He is a stubborn bastard.

Anyway,
I take him food...

...and sometimes
he kips in my greenhouse.

But... Well, this stuff
he's supposed to have done.

Torching bulldozers,
doing over Talbot's house.

I don't know
nothing about that...

...and that is
the honest truth, Crabbe.

Where is he now?

Well, out on Marsden Heath
somewhere, I reckon.

I wan't to talk to him.

O, of course you do...

You've got
what's his name, Fisher,

...breathing
down your neck.

Of course it's political, right?

I mean, I get beaten up
in my own house.

No-one gives a toss!

Yeah, that's fair.

OK... Look,
you help me find Reynard...

... and I'll do what I can
about your problems here.

O, come on! You know me.
I'm quite straight.

I mean, if he...
Look, if he's in the clear...

...I'll make sure
that he gets left alone.

Did you hear that?

No?
What?

There is somebody
out there.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna have a look.

What on Earth for?
Call the police!

O, no...

It might be him.

Darling, please be careful.

Kevin?

Ah!

Now, let me make
it absolutely clear.

I am not in the mood
to be chased around these woods...

...by Department of Transport
security guards, alright?

Don't worry,
you won't be trespassing.

The road runs across
the heath over there.

Then across the bog
as well.

Bet you didn't know
there was a bog here.

- No Henderson, I didn't.
- Yup.

Not many bogs left in
the South-east you know?

Very fragile
ecosystem, in your bog.

The road foundations
alter the water balance.

Some bits get
drained, some flooded.

Specialized flora and
fauna won't survive.

You know, er,

...why they are gonna build the road
across the heath, don't you?

Uhm, because that's where
they want the road to go?

No, because it's cheap.

It's an S.S.S.I.:
a Site of Special Scientific Interest.

It's also an area of
outstanding natural beauty.

You can't farm here,
or develop it.

So the government don't
have to pay out...

...any compensation when they
build a road on it.

Beautiful, or what?

Beautiful.

A couple of nightjars came
back to the bog last year.

The road will see them
right off.

Huhuh...

You know, it's a whole new
side to you, Henderson.

I come from Hackney, Crabbe.

No sooner do I
discover all this,

...they start taking
it away from me.

Then there's...

...60 species of butterfly,

...over 400 different
kinds of plants.

You know, Margaret and I
had a picnic up here years ago.

I wonder if I could
find the same spot again.

Next year you'll be able
to drive there.

Park on the hard shoulder.

Did I mention beetles?

No.

Over a 1.000 species.

Then there's
dragonfly: 20 species.

No, don't go on...

You make me feel
claustrofobic...

...with all these
plants and animals.

I feel as if every time
I take a step,

...I wipe out
another species of ant.

Henderson?

I wish you wouldn't
do that, Reynard.

Here...
Brought you some food.

Thanks, H.

You two have already met,
I believe.

He don't look
like a policeman.

O, I take that
as a compliment.

[Coughing]

A nasty cough.

I'm alright.

No, you're not.

Yeah, I'll stick it
out till Monday.

What happens on Monday?

They start doing up the Heath.

We'll try and
stop 'em somehow.

I was under a Cat
the other night,

...loosening
a few bolts.

Started coughing,
couldn't stop.

They heard me,
so I ran.

Couldn't get
my breath.

They almost caught me.

It's like they're getting stronger
and I'm getting weaker.

I'm sorry, under a cat?

Caterpillar.

Earth mover.

You mean
you were sabotaging it?

I was returning it.

How do you mean?

An earth mover
is just a chunk of metal.

It's iron ore.

Minerals, taken from the earth.

Monkeywrench it
and you return it to its natural state.

Did you burn the earth mover
at the plant hire depot?

I have returned it,
yeah.

And then did you go to
David Talbot's house...

...and wreck two cars
and tear up his lawn?

I cancelled two destructive machines
and gave him some trees.

He should thank me.

That's bang out
of order, Reynard.

How can you
possibly justify...

...terrorizing innocent people
in their own homes?

Nothing gets done
without direct action.

How do you think the
French Revolution happened?

How do you think
women got the vote?

Hey, we're talking here
about a road.

No, we're not.

We're talking about an
agricultural tradition of revolt...

...that goes back
to the Levellers.

The Diggers,
the Luddites.

It's always the peasants
that take action, right?

Your middle class liberals,
they go to meetings, write letters.

They play by the rules.

If you play it
by the rules...

...you lose.

D'you know, I've got an
overwhelming urge...

...for a very, very long glass
of cold champagne.

Look.
Up there.

Green woodpecker.

Where?

I've got it.

O yes!

God, fantastic colour.

You know, I shall
have to arrest you,

...Reynard, Kevin,
whatever your name is.

D'you know, I don't think I have
ever seen a woodpecker before.

Two cod and chips,
mushy peas,

...beef steak
and kidney pie,

...peeled potatoes
and vegetables.

That'll be
the last of the cod.

Righto.

Cod's off then?

Henry, can you come
into the dining room, please?

Yeah, I'm busy,
Margaret.

It's the Lonsdales.
You know, the retired doctor.

What, your anti-road pals?

That's what they want to
talk to you about.

Something happened
to them, Henry.

I shone my torch in
and as I did,

...two men came
rushing out at full pelt.

What did they look like?

Well, they were
big chaps, but I... I...

I didn't see
their faces.

They were wearing balaclavas,
you know, with er...

...holes
for the eyes.

Eh, yes,
holes for the eyes.

Yes, yes, I know.

Then what happened?

Well, we called the police.

Yes, two constables came,
to take the statement.

And then,
this morning,

...a man came
to check for fingerprints.

After he had gone
I was working in the garden,

...near the greenhouse,
and, er...

I... I found this.

Thank you.

Yes.

Now, the real reason you didn't
phone the police immediately...

...is because you thought
Reynard was outside that night.

Do you remember when we met
at Henderson's house,

...Reynard was hiding there,
wasn't he?

Look, I'm a doctor.

Whatever that boy may
or may not have done,

...he, he...
He was ill.

Apart from being undernourished,
he had a very bad...

...chest infection.
I, I was trying to treat him.

Good for you, George.

He insisted on sleeping
in the greenhouse.

Indoors would be a
compromise, he said.

Well, it's the same men
who beat up Henderson then,

...looking for
Reynard.

Yeah, well...
Alright, Margaret.

O, it's obvious,
isn't it?

It's those thugs
from Marsden Heath.

Perhaps, Margaret.

Don't you worry.

Henry will be able to
do something about this.

Won't you, Henry?

And a farm worker saw
a car in the lane that night.

Ford Escort, he said.

Didn't notice the registration number,
needless to say.

But he did notice the protective
headgear in the back of the car.

- Protective headgear?
- Hard hats, sir.

Two of them. As worn by
construction workers.

AND...

...the security firm at Marsden Heath
have leased a dozen Escorts.

Terrific.

Well, get on the phone to Meynell
and tell him I want to see him today.

Yes sir.

And watch out.

Fisher is in a
foul mood.

Perfect.

So it seems that some of the
security staff at Marsden Heath...

...are waging a private war
against the anti-road protesters.

Now, whether this is being done
under the orders of Jack Meynell...

...or even with his knowledge,
I really couldn't say.

Good!

Cause you have said
quite enough already!

A witness might have seen
a certain kind of car.

Another witness might have
seen one of the intruders.

It's feeble stuff,
Crabbe.

Yes sir.

O and, er, whoever broke
into the Lonsdales...

...left this behind.

I thought I made it perfectly
clear what I want from you.

I want those bloody
Greens caught.

I will not tolerate this sort of
terrorism in the community.

Terrorism, sir?

It's a very small step from
chucking paint over a car...

...to sticking bombs
under it, Crabbe.

Only a boy...

Who's only a boy?

Kevin Heywood,
alias Reynard The Fox.

O yeah, the ringleader
of these Leveller maniacs.

Bit more of a
one-man band, I'd say sir.

If you're such an expert,
how come you haven't found him?

There's gonna be a demo
at Marsden Heath tomorrow,

...when they start work
on the new road.

Now, Reynard
will be there.

I should have thought you'd get one
of your crowd control blokes...

...to nick him.

I dare say they'll be nicking
quite a few major subversives.

No.

You'll be there to
make the arrest, Crabbe.

Personally.

Thank you sir.

Thanks.

Book?
What book?

The book in which you record
the names of all the people...

...who arrive and depart
from the site.

O, that book.

Well, that sort
of information...

...goes straight through
to head office.

Is it really necessary for
these gentlemen to be present?

Well, funnily enough these gentlemen
are from head office.

So maybe they can
clear things up a bit.

All, er, complete log books
are stored at head office.

And of course they
are strictly confidential.

You need a court
order to examine them.

Even then, er, it could
take them some time...

...to locate the
appropriate volume.

May I ask why you
want this information?

Where did you get that from?

Doctor Lonsdale.

He's in your
rogues' gallery.

That's one of ours, that is.

That's Department of
Transport property.

How did he come
by it, I wonder.

Found it
in his garden.

Found it
in his garden?

I must say, I find that
hard to believe.

I might have to
look into it.

Don't worry, I'll be
looking into it myself.

Well...
Good luck, Sherlock.

So, there you are!

Aren't you coming
upstairs to bed?

Yes, I suppose so.

What's up?

Are you going on this
demonstration tomorrow?

Course I am.

Well, I know the road is probably
gonna go ahead anyway...

...but I think it's important
to make a gesture.

I have to go as well.

Fisher has insisted.

He wants me
to arrest Reynard.

Henderson was gonna tell
Reynard not to go.

Ooh, I don't think Reynard'll
want to miss this.

Henry?

If it is gonna be
difficult for you,

...I won't go.

O no,
no no no no.

No, you go.

I mean, if it's difficult
that's my problem.

Quack!

I wish you
wouldn't do that.

[Coughing]

I must get
my skates on.

I've got to pick
up the Lonsdales.

Well just remember,
if you get arrested,

...don't eat
the food.

You're coming
with me, Crabbe.

Happy hunting,
Sherlock!

You know it's trespassing
once you cross here, Mrs Crabbe?

You want me to go
and watch it all...

...from the other side,
do you?

What a wonderful turnout.

Stay calm,
Mrs Crabbe.

Any sight of that
Reynard creature?

No sir.

Crabbe,
isn't that your wife?

Yes sir.

Couldn't persuade
her to stay away, eh?

Didn't even try, sir.

This is private property,
and you are trespassing.

If you disperse now,
you are free to go.

If you do not disperse now
and we are unable to proceed,

...you will be legally
and forcibly removed...

...and liable
to prosecution.

I repeat...

Please, leave peacefully
and no further action will be taken.

Someone's gonna get hurt.

Yeah... Your old man'll be hurting me
if I don't get you out free.

Sir,
move back please.

Look!

Stop it!
That's enough.

Now you are a witness
to that assault, sir.

Sir!

You know what
to do inspector...

Hey!

That's him!

That's the bloke
who was in my house.

Crabbe!

That's the bastard
who beat me up!!

Should have done
a better job, shouldn't he?

Yaaah!!!

Are you gonna arrest
that little bastard Reynard...

...and then go with clearing
the rest of the rabble off this site?

Mr Fisher?

Well, sir?

Do what's necessary,
Crabbe.

Yeah, let's
get on with it.

Right, take him
to hospital.

When he's in a fit state
to know what is going on,

...caution him.

You two
are coming with me.

- What for?
- What for?!

To help me in my inqueries,
that's what for.

I'm making an
example of you.

You're gonna
get the business.

You can't do that.

We're doing our job.

Your job?

Your job?

Obstructing the police,
breaking and entering,

...assault, criminal damage,
grievous bodily harm,

...is that the job description
you wrote for them, Mr Meynell?

Mr Fisher!

I think you'll find that's one
of Mr Fisher's many skills, sir.

The tactical withdrawal.

Any allegations made
against our employers...

...have to be fully
investigated, inspector.

They're subject
to the law,

...just like
everybody else!

Carry on.

You alright?

Yeah,
just about.

Well, at least you
got the blokes.

Thanks, Crabbe.

Cheers!

Cheers.

O, come on,
Margaret.

This isn't a good idea.
I'm not in the mood for a picnic.

You know, those
two security men...

...have really landed
Meynell right in it.

I think we're gonna get him
for authorizing those break-ins.

They're still digging up the heath
for their bloody motorway.

Yeah.

Still,
life must go on.

Or, to be
more specific,

...how about a slice
of chicken and ham pie?

I'm not very hungry.

Mmm...

All right.

I've got
something for you.

Prawn... cocktail... flavour.

Henry, you think
of everything.

You know, you hear those
damned bulldozers.

You know,
the terrible thing is,

...after a while you
don't even notice them.

Yeah...
That IS the terrible thing.