♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪
Right, today we're getting things for our collage at school.
So we need some pine cones
and we need some leaves from the deciduous trees.
Now, we all remember what those are, don't we?
What is a deciduous tree?
You don't remember. Who can tell her what a deciduous tree is?
Right, I want everybody over here!
Quickly as possible. Quickly! No talking.
Quickly!
Heather and James, stay where you are!
What the hell do you think you're doing, woman?
Can't you see I've got a class of children here?!
This is private property. Get out of here!
Get back to the hunt, Gillies.
You lot shouldn't have split up.
This is Lord Ashfordly's estate. She shouldn't be here.
This isn't the time to argue! Now, get back to the hunt.
You haven't heard the last of this!
Come on!
I'm very sorry if you were frightened.
Children were in danger!
Well, you shouldn't really be here without Lord Ashfordly's consent.
This is private land.
Well I didn't realize. There aren't any notices or fences!
Who was that?
Oh, that's Walter Gillies, Lord Ashfordly's estate manager.
Well, anyway. Good day.
How's it looking?
With Ashfordly doubling the rent, it won't balance.
I'm no accountant. Even I can see it can't be done.
So what are we gonna do?
We'll have to seriously think about closing the pub.
What? You can't do that!
You must have missed something. Let me have a look.
ON RADIO ♪ DES O'CONNOR: Dick-A-Dum-Dum
♪ Dick-a-dum-dum Dick-a-dum-dum
♪ Got to go to Piccadilly
♪ Got to pick a dilly of a day to do it on
♪ Got to pick me up a nice, real sweet...
♪ Girl! Dick-a-dum-dum ♪
You sound worse than him!
Hellfire! What's gone wrong here?
George is jacking it in?
I don't believe it.
Well, he might have to.
Well, this is what I call a crisis!
Seems like all hands to the pump.
See what we can do to lift his profits, eh?
Well, at last, a good cause that I can get enthusiastic about!
Here, sarge! Have you heard?
George Ward thinking of giving up the Aidensfield Arms.
Will you be applying for the vacancy, Ventress?
No, sarge.
Don't count on it.
Rowan, I've just heard.
There's been some horses loose up on your patch,
belonging to Mr. Ruane.
Now he's rounded them up,
but have a word with him on your way home, will you?
Yes, sarge.
We don't want mayhem on the roads again now, do we?
No, sarge.
Blaketon in?
Ah, there you are.
Listen sergeant, I have to report some lunatic teacher
disrupting the hunt this morning.
In what way, Mr. Gillies?
Oh, she was trespassing on the estate
with a bunch of kids from Aidensfield school.
Could have been a nasty accident.
Sort it out, okay?
Do you like me to go up and read the riot act, sarge?
Much as I am tempted to send you back to school, Bellamy,
I think Aidensfield is down to Rowan.
I'll go straight away, sarge.
♪ Maybellene: Chuck Berry
♪ Maybellene, why can't you be true
♪ Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true
♪ You done started doing the things you used to do
♪ As I was motivating over the hill
♪ I saw Maybellene in a Coupe de Ville
♪ A Cadillac a-rolling on the open road
That's him.
That's who?
That's him. That's Uncle Claude.
Hello, Uncle Claude.
Norman!
And just when I was thinking things couldn't get any worse!
You got a problem?
I have now. What are you doing here?
You've got a flat tyre.
Have I? Oh, yes! So I have.
How very observant of you to notice!
Can we help? This is Uncle Claude.
Mighty pleased to make your acquaintance, sir!
Jeb's American, he's in the air force.
You know Norman, sometimes your grasp of the situation leaves me gasping.
Are you going to change it then?
I've already thought of that, haven't I.
The flaming spare's no good either.
I've got a new tube at home if I can get there.
Can we give you a lift?
Very kind of you.
Alfred!
Well, hello. Is this a social call or do you want to take over?
Police business, I'm afraid.
What's wrong?
We've got a complaint.
Complaint?
From a Walter Gillies.
Who?
Oh, the ignorant oaf from the hunt.
Well, he was very upset.
I'll give him upset!
I only just managed to get my class away from the horses in time.
Yeah. Well, you best keep off the Ashfordly estate.
They get a bit feudal during hunting season.
You're telling me! Be careful, Mary.
Are you free tonight?
Sorry?
Are you doing anything tonight?
That depends. What's on offer?
Well, the local pub looks like closing down
unless we help boost their profits.
Fancy doing your bit for the community?
All right, then.
Shall I pick you up about 9 o'clock?
Holly Cottage, Waindale.
- Yeah, I know. - Do you now?!
- Mary's hurt herself, miss. - Mary, will you be careful!
What does he actually do?
He's a quartermaster at Fylingdales.
He's a very clever man, is Jeb. He's my new business partner.
That sounds like a bit of a contradiction to me, Norman.
- Eh? - Don't let it bother you.
He's got a mate who flies stuff over from America.
Lovely. He hasn't got any inner tubes, has he?
No, but he's got records, jeans...
Oh, records and jeans. You'll have to save me some of them.
- Booze... - Now you are talking!
I sell the stuff on. It's easiest money I've ever made.
I see you've made yourself at home.
Would you like to take a drink with me, sir?
What have you got?
Bourbon. You ever tasted it?
Not for a long time. I'll let you remind me.
Norman, your uncle is a man after my own heart.
Did you tell him about our proposition?
Ah, well I were just coming to that.
Why don't one of you tell me ?
We're in the import business, your nephew and myself.
He did mention that.
I'm billeted in a small house in Whitby.
Business is booming. I need more storage space.
Well, I can sort that out for you but you'd have to pay a rent.
Of course, Mr. Greengrass.
Would you prefer dollars or pounds sterling?
Either or both, so long as it's cash.
Would you like another, sir?
I'd like to see somebody try and stop me.
Check 'em over, Annie.
Hello, Nick.
Morning, Bill.
I'm glad to see you've got them back in.
Sgt Blaketon's had a call.
They miss nowt, do they!
Somebody must have opened that gate.
- Who'd do that? - Oh, I dunno. Kids? Hikers?
I'll be keeping an eye out.
I can't afford anything else to go wrong.
Not the way things are at the moment.
Bad, is it?
I've got three of Lord Ashfordly's horses here at livery.
Hasn't paid his bills for months.
I tell you if it weren't for Annie I'd have jacked it in by now.
Tell Blaketon I'm sorry. It won't happen again.
Yeah, all right, Bill. See you.
♪ DUSTY SPRINGFIELD: I Only Want To Be With You
♪ I don't know what it is that makes me love you so
♪ I only know I never want to let you go
♪ 'Cos you've started something Now, can't you see
♪ That ever since we met you've had a hold on me?
♪ It happens to be true
♪ I only want to be with you ♪
♪ Da da da da ♪
KNOCK AT DOOR
- Nick? - Yeah?
RECORD PLAYER OFF
Sorry, I'm not ready.
Come in. I'll be two seconds.
Sorry about the mess.
I'm usually so tired after school, I just collapse in front of the TV.
How did you get this place?
It's my mum and dad's holiday cottage.
So where do they live?
York.
I'm ready?
Yeah. Sorry, I'm just looking at the photos.
Shall we go, then?
Yeah.
The thing is, this place has stood still too long. It's in a time warp.
You need food to get more people in.
We do pies and sandwiches.
Proper food.
Chicken in a basket, scampi and chips...
Oh, and how am I going to do that?
You've got a kitchen.
Yeah, we've got no equipment.
Ah! What about music nights?
We've tried that.
What? The same night each week? You've not tried that, have you?
See, you've got to advertise it. Posters, put it in the paper.
You see, at the end of the day, that...
- Evening. - Hi Nick.
What are you all drinking?
♪ MOVE: Night Of Fear
♪ Silent night has turned to a night of fear
♪ The window's howling wind into your ear
♪ You listen to the spirits far behind
♪ There's things you hear are too much for your mind
♪ Bell strikes and your spine turns like the grave
♪ The chill that turns your blood from red to grey
♪ You know that with these things you see and hear
♪ Silent night has turned to a night of fear ♪
PHONE RINGS You're a dark horse, Nick!
We're just good friends.
How long's it been going on?
I don't know what you're talking about, mate.
Nick. It's Blaketon.
I hear you crossed swords with our Mr. Gillies.
You could say that.
Where does he get his airs and graces from anyway?
Comes with the job, I supposed.
Working with aristocracy, living on the Ashfordly Estate.
And rubbing shoulders with the hunting fraternity.
You don't approve, I take it?
The unspeakable pursuit of the uneatable.
- Do you ride? - I used to have my own pony.
I want to start again. But I need to find a stable.
I know someone who owns a riding stable.
I could take you up there tomorrow.
- That would be great. - Cheers, Phil.
Phil, there's been some intruders seen up at Shepherds' Cottage.
He asked me to go up there.
You want me to go with you?
Yeah, cheers, mate.
- Sorry about this. - That's all right.
I can give her a lift home if you are not back by closing time.
Thanks.
We won't be long. You stay there, Alf.
It seems quiet enough.
I'll check the front door.
I'll go round the back.
♪ The window's howling wind into your ear
♪ You listen to the spirits far behind
♪ There's things you hear are too much for your mind ♪
Aaaaagh!
Phil?
Are you all right?
Yeah. Get him. Go on!
Uncle Claude! Uncle Claude!
Shut yer rattle!
You want the whole of Yorkshire to know our business?
Good morning Mr. Greengrass, sir.
You must be joking.
We've got a delivery for you.
I've not any time to clear any space yet.
That's all right, Norm will do it.
Will I? Right.
In to the workshop.
Will you join me, sir?
Can I duck? Come in.
I can't believe this has happened.
Was he still in the house when you got here?
Yeah. He thumped Phil Bellamy.
Is he okay?
Yeah, he'll be all right.
Now, do you know exactly what's missing?
The clock was the most valuable piece.
His anniversary present. Costs £200.
Anything else?
My jewellery box. Had a few family rings in it.
Candlesticks.
Six. They were solid silver.
Oh!
His snuff boxes have gone!
Martin's a collector.
How many were there?
I don't know. You'll have to ask him.
I'll phone him.
All the good stuff, Nick!
Whatever it was, they've got what they wanted. They won't be back.
It's the thought of somebody being here,
going through all your things.
I'm sorry.
Oh, don't worry.
When you've checked everything,
make a list of all the missing items
and a list of all casual callers to the cottage.
Do you think we'll see any of our stuff again?
With the list, there's always a chance.
How about this, Mr. Greengrass?
- Not really my style. - No?
You'll have to sew two of 'em together to fit round him,
won't you, Uncle Claude!
You're auditioning for a thump round the end.
I mean, where are you gonna get rid of this lot?
Boutiques in Leeds, Darlington, York. They all want 'em.
I know what you like, Mr. Greengrass.
How about that, that suit you?
That's more like it, hey!
I hope you don't think this is in lieu of rent!
It's a present.
A thank you!
Is it? Well, thank you.
You look as though you need a hand.
I'm fine... Oh!
Thanks.
Maggie's taking me up to Ruane's riding stables.
Do you know him?
Yeah, he's a nice man.
Look, I just came to say sorry about last night.
That's okay.
Do I get another chance?
Maybe!
Doing anything tonight?
No.
How about dinner at my place?
Oh, you can cook too?
No, Eileen's making a casserole.
Will she mind if I come?
I don't see why she should.
There's my lift.
Okay. What time?
About 7:00. And you can see Katie before she goes to sleep.
Okay.
I'll see you tonight.
You got to be careful, you two. People will be gossiping!
It will give them something worthwhile to talk about!
Ready when you are!
Now, George.
Give us a Scotch and a packet of crisps.
That'll be three and seven.
Stick it on the slate.
- Not any more. - What?
New policy, Claude. No pay, no drink.
Pint, when you're ready, George.
So, how's things up your way?
I'm on my own at the moment. Ashfordly's had it.
He's got rid of the cook, the gardener, his precious butler.
I'll be next.
He'll bump me off the estate so he can sell his cottage.
Does that mean you'll be leaving Aidensfield?
I hope not.
I'm thinking of buying my own place.
Here we are.
Thanks, George.
George! George. Can I have a word?
'Scuse me a minute.
Yes, Claude? You found some money?
No, not exactly.
- I've told you what the crack is! - I know.
But I might have a bit of a proposition that will be to your advantage.
And mine.
Are you still going to the concert tonight?
I'd like to. Is there a problem?
No. No, I just thought I might invite someone over.
Oh, I see.
I was going to ask Jo Weston.
- The new teacher? - Yeah.
What a good idea!
So, it's okay, then?
Of course it is.
Great!
What am I going to do?
I've got nine horses to feed here!
I'm sorry, Bill.
There's only enough left for a couple of days.
The boss said, "No money, no fodder".
But I'll be able to settle up with you soon.
I've always been straight.
Come on, man, what's wrong with you?
Can't do it.
Not even two bags?
I'd lose my job.
It won't be the first time a couple of bags have gone astray!
- Dad. - Get your hand off my door, Bill!
Dad, come away!
There's other places I can go to!
Have we come at a bad time, Bill?
Maggie, I'm sorry. A slight difference of opinion.
Oh! Annie, this is Jo Weston.
- Hi. - Hello.
We met the other day, when I was trespassing!
I remember.
It's good to see somebody stand up to Walter Gillies.
You'll be riding with me today.
I'm very rusty.
Oh, don't worry. You've got medical assistance at hand, Jo!
Thanks for the encouragement, Maggie!
I've got a quiet one for you first time round.
Good!
Annie knows all the best rides around here.
- Right. I'm ready when you are! - This way.
What was the row about, Bill?
Oh, he wouldn't leave me any fodder.
People don't pay their bills, so I can't pay mine.
I'm at my wits' end, Maggie.
Another week like this, and...
...we've had it.
Where was the burglary, sarge?
Cheers, Phil.
"Jamiesons, Lea Cottage."
Over at Scawsby.
They found it when they got back from their holiday this morning.
Much been taken?
"Antique, silver, cutlery, a clock."
They knew what they wanted.
It's beginning to sound familiar, sarge.
We're on our way back now. Out.
That's something I've always wanted to do.
I applied for the mounted division.
Really?
Ah!
Good grief!
I thought we'd had it then.
Wretched animal!
Are you all right?
Yes. No thanks to that animal, though.
I'll go and fetch him.
Any idea who it belongs to?
It looks like one of Bill Ruane's.
Don't know what's wrong with the man.
He let the place go to pot.
Bill Ruane, eh?
This time, I'll talk to the man myself!
Well, look who's here!
Hello, Gina. Two pints of your very best, please.
What brings you back here then, Norman?
Well, we've got a bit of business in the area.
This is Jeb.
- Hiya. - Good to meet you, Gina.
You're not from round here.
Neither are you.
Liverpool.
Most famous accent in the world.
Is that right?
Do you know any of the Beatles?
Not personally, no.
Pity.
Will you join us for a drink?
Yeah. I'll have a babycham then, please.
So what sort of business are you in then, Jeb?
Oh, we're selling records, garments.
All genuine original American products, like me.
What kind of garments?
Norman, go fetch me a leather coat.
I want to see what Gina looks like in a leather coat.
I can't afford all of that!
Who said anything about paying?
Go on, Norman!
Gina's just the kind of advertising we need to promote these things,
what do you say?
Annie!
What is it?
There's summat in this feed.
What?
I don't know.
What the hell's happened here?
Summat's knocked it over.
Summat or somebody.
Problems, Mr. Ruane?
More like a disaster!
There's turps seeped into our only feed.
I'm going to have to chuck the lot.
Well, I'll give you another disaster.
One of your horses on the public highway again.
This time, leaping out in front of a police vehicle!
Well it can't be one of mine. Only checked 'em an hour ago.
They're all in, all secure.
Evidently not! That horse of yours could have caused a nasty accident.
And if anything like this happens again, you'll be prosecuted.
Well I managed to catch him for you before he caused any more trouble.
Thanks, Walter.
I checked that gate.
Somebody must have let him out on purpose.
No, surely not.
And there's turps in the last of my feed.
Well... You sound in a bad way.
Summat's wrong.
I don't understand why these things keep happening.
Your daughter's very young.
It's a lot to be going on with.
Annie? Won't be her fault.
She's sound as a pound.
Well, this takes a lot of keeping up.
Maybe you should sell after all.
Told you before Walter, I won't not selling.
It's Annie's future, this.
Okay. See you.
French clock. Canteen of cutlery, 78 pieces.
Eighteenth-century solid silver teapot.
Looks like they checked the place out beforehand.
Same as the Shepherds' break-in.
I reckoned there's a local connection to all this.
What about the list of callers to each cottage?
Well, Greengrass is common to both.
It wasn't him that thump me!
Peg-sellers. Fishmongers. Tourist looking for relative.
Well, whoever he is, he might still be in the area.
I think we should warn some of the bigger houses.
Rowan, call in on Lord Ashfordly.
Right, sarge.
Mr. Gillies?
Constable Rowan. What can I do for you?
Is Lord Ashfordly here?
The whole family's in London.
Any staff about?
Staff?!
I'm the only one up here now.
Got rid of the rest. Economies.
There's been a couple of burglaries in the area.
They're after antiques.
What sort of things?
Well, silver mainly. Candlesticks, cutlery.
Thanks for the warning.
Just make sure you keep your doors and windows locked, Mr. Gillies.
She's a beautiful baby.
Yeah. She gets it from her mum.
Eileen, do you want a glass of wine before you go?
No, thanks. My lift's just arrived.
Thanks for cooking supper.
Bye.
Are you there, George?
I brought your first delivery. You owe me two quid.
I'll take it off your slate.
Thank you very much.
This isn't whisky.
It's bourbon. It's American whiskey.
Who's going to drink that?
Me, for a start! Pour me a big 'un.
I'll have it in place of the delivery charge.
What delivery charge?
The one that would be on the invoice if I've given you one.
Come on. Get pouring.
So what made you choose Aidensfield Primary?
I was offered the job.
It's not your first, though, is it?
No. I just felt like it was time to move on.
I don't like cities. I'm a country girl at heart.
What else do you want to know?
Boyfriends?
Sorry, I didn't mean this to be an interrogation!
PHONE RINGS
I'll pour while you answer.
Aidensfield Police.
When?
Is he still there?
Okay. I'll be up as soon as I can. Right.
There's been a break-in at Ashfordly Hall.
I'm really sorry about this but I've got to go out there.
But what about Katie?
Um... Yeah. I'll phone Maggie.
She usually helps out in emergencies.
It's all right. I'll stay and babysit.
- You sure? - Of course.
Why don't you take my car.
Right. Yeah. Um... Yeah!
I'll try not to be too long.
Are you all right?
Not exactly, no.
I tried to run after him, but I couldn't catch him.
Did you see who it was?
No, he's wearing a mask!
Has he taken anything?
I should think so, yes!
Which way did he go?
I don't know! He hit me pretty hard. I'm still dazed.
I can't believe I'm doing this!
Neither can I.
What fat are you using?
- Dripping. - Good.
When are the chickens coming?
He promised me ten o'clock.
Plucked?
Well I flippin' well hope so!
How are you feeling this morning, Mr. Gillies?
I'm all right, apart from my head.
Have you remembered anything else about last night?
Well, not really.
No-one unusual hanging around the place?
No.
Oh, there's an old Bedford van parked up the top of the drive.
It was maroon, I think, with a green canvas back.
Did you see who was in it?
No. We get a lot of courting couples up this way.
I don't like to disturb them.
We'd better follow it up just in case.
Yes, well, I've got the inventory for you here.
Yesterday afternoon... Yes, what time?
- How are you getting on, Ventress? - Sshh!
I'm sorry. A carriage clock.
Right. Thank you, Mr. Black. Thank you for your help.
Well, there's nothing from the local pawnbrokers.
But Mr. Black of Whitby
says that Bill Ruane pawned a carriage clock yesterday afternoon.
Bingo!
What are you two doing here?
Gillies remembered seeing a Bedford van
parked near Ashfordly Hall last night, sarge.
And Bill Ruane's got one.
- Is he in? - No, sarge.
Well, Ruane pawned an antique clock in Whitby yesterday.
Matches the description of one from the burglaries.
So, we'd better take a look around.
Bellamy, you start in that stable over there.
Morning.
Summat wrong?
Is your dad about, Annie?
Gone to fetch some feed. What's wrong?
We think there might be some stolen property on the premises.
What's going on?
Sarge!
Candlesticks, trophies. All silverware.
Ruane, I'm arresting you on suspicion of burglary!
I've no idea where it's come from!
This is Lord Ashfordly's property.
And it was found tucked away in one of your barns.
I've never seen any of this stuff before.
You go to Ashfordly Hall, don't you?
Not to dinner, no!
Don't try to be smart with me, Ruane.
I've done nowt wrong!
Really?
Then, tell me about this antique clock that you pawned in Whitby yesterday!
It's a family heirloom.
You can prove that, can you? Have a receipt?
It belonged to my wife.
You're short of money, aren't you?
Finding it difficult to pay your bills, aren't you?
It's common knowledge, Bill.
You don't think this is anything to do with me, Nick?
It's me you have to convince, Ruane!
And it looks as if in order to extricate yourself from your financial mire,
you've been paying little visits to local houses
in the middle of the night.
What?
The Shepherds, the Jamiesons and Lord Ashfordly.
I'm right, aren't I?
Help me, Nick!
This isn't down to me.
CAR HORN
What's happening?
Oh, he's being held on suspicion of the Ashfordly Hall job.
I can't believe it. What do you think?
I can't see Bill doing it, myself.
Poor Annie. Is there nothing we can do?
Well, not at the moment. Officially I'm off duty.
Shall I see you at the pub for lunch?
All right, then.
- 21! - Here!
- 22! - Over here.
- What number are we? - 33.
- Get me some crisps. - 23!
Here he is. Make that two, please, George.
- Packet of crisps, George. - Help yourself.
What's he doing back in these necks of the woods?
He's importing leather jackets.
- Yeah? - He gave one to Gina.
- You've got a rival, eh? - Hey!
- Well, look who's here! - 24!
Right, what are you drinking?
Gin and tonic, please.
What, bourbon? I've not seen that in here before.
I'll have one of those, please.
- Hiya. Are you eating? - Yes, please.
- What about you, Nick? - No, thanks. Oh, Gina!
What's this about a secret admirer giving you a leather jacket?
Who's been telling tales?
I'll have a word with him later.
Is he here?
Yeah. He's over there with Claude.
Norman! That wasn't him, it was his partner.
He's a real hunk. American!
You two found my antiques yet?
- We're working on it. - Mmm. So I see!
Sue, that list of callers you gave us.
What about it?
Wasn't there someone looking for a lost relative?
Mmmm. It was an American.
- We're leaving. - Why?
Because I say so. Come on.
- Where are you off to? - Sorry?
You're not walking out on me again, are you?
No.
What is it?
Oh, it's nothing. It'll keep.
Alright Norman. What's in these?
Are they import or export?
Export? I think you missed that bit out, didn't you?
Did I? Well er...
Ah, Santa Barbara. Yeah, export.
Open it up.
No. No, I can't do that, Uncle Claude.
Oh yes you can. Get it opened!
What's this, then?
It's just a little sideline.
Jeb's very interested in antiques. Didn't I tell you?
Strangely enough, no.
He travels all over.
Yes. He's even been to the Jamiesons'.
Where's that, then?
The Jamiesons live at Lea Cottage!
That is where I've seen this.
She gets her eggs off me.
Well, he buys off individuals as well.
You've landed me right in it this time, Norman.
I don't get you.
The Jamiesons were burgled two night ago!
And this was taken!
I don't know anything about it, honest!
You don't get it, do you? Rowan is on to you!
I want this lot shifted. I want it shifted now.
Get it in my lorry and get it out of here.
Jeb's meeting me here at 2:00!
Oh, no, he isn't!
What am I going to do, Uncle Claude?
I suggest you emigrate!
♪ DION: The Wanderer
♪ Oh, I'm the type of guy Who never settles down
♪ Where pretty girls are Well, you know that I'm around
♪ I kiss 'em and I love 'em Cos to me they're all the same
♪ I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em They don't even know my name
♪ They call me the Wanderer Yeah, the Wanderer
♪ I roam around, around, around, around, around
♪ Cos I'm a wanderer Yeah, a wanderer... ♪
What's going on, Claude?
What you on about?
Where's Norman?
He's gone. He took my lorry and all and just cleared out.
Where?
I don't know.
So where did you get the bourbon you sold George?
Norman! Norman give me it!
Well, it was imported illegally.
You're in trouble, Claude.
Well, he told me lies about it, then.
There's been three burglaries in the area.
They're all checked out beforehand.
They all had a visit from an American tourist
and they all had a visit from you.
Got nothing to do with me. I were just selling eggs.
Well then, tell me where Norman and his American friend are?
Come on, Norman. Get a move on!
Hang on!
CAR ENGINE
They're just down the end of that lane, sarge.
Right. We'll do a pincer movement.
You two get round the back of them.
Bellamy, on the left. Rowan, on the right.
We'll give you two minutes, then we'll come in.
(Right, go!)
♪ THE KINKS: You Really Got Me
♪ Girl, you really got me goin'
♪ You got me so I don't know what I'm doin'
♪ Yeah, you really got me now
♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night
♪ Yeah, you really got me now
♪ You got me so I don't know what I'm doin'
♪ Oh, yeah, you really got me now
♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night
♪ You really got me, you really got me, you really got me ♪
This is the police!
Stop where you are!
♪ Yeah, you really got me now
♪ You got me so I don't know what I'm doin'
♪ Oh, yeah...
Got you!
Right! Let's get them down the station.
I'd like to speak to my commanding officer about this.
All in good time.
Now, you don't deny committing these offences?
Why should I?
As a guest in your country,
I want to co-operate with you guys any way I can.
Now the first break-in was at Shepherds Cottage.
You took jewellery and a wall clock.
A very fine piece, sir.
And you attacked one of my officers.
Sorry about that.
And next night, you broke into the Jamiesons'.
Yeah. I was after some cutlery.
I knew they had some good stuff.
Tell us about your accomplices.
I was working alone.
What about Norman?
I was in a different business with Norman.
Records, leather jackets.
And what about Mr. Greengrass?
My good friend Claude Jeremiah is entirely innocent.
Greengrass is many things...
...but not even his mother would describe him as innocent.
So what about Ashfordly Hall?
I haven't been there.
You broke in last night.
Not me.
I mean, I might have got round to it, but so far, just the two jobs!
Immunity?
Because he's with the US Air Force. He's got to be joking!
If what that Yank says is true, Rowan,
it means your friend Ruane, is finally in the frame
for the Ashfordly Hall job.
- I still can't see it, sarge. - Why not?
He's desperate for money.
He's heard about the recent burglaries.
He's done a copy-cat job.
But we now know the clock that he pawned
didn't come from one of the burglaries.
What difference does that make?
Well he's hardly going to pawn his own clock
if he's planning a burglary later that same evening.
A bit eccentric, I agree.
But what if someone else put that stuff in the barn?
Someone who wanted to set him up?
I've got the Camp CO on the phone for you, sarge.
Right, I'll take it in my office.
Have another word with Ruane, Rowan.
See if you can shed a bit more light on it.
- Here you go. - Thanks.
I hear you've caught some Yank.
Yeah. He admitted the first two burglaries
but not the one at Ashfordly Hall.
So I'm still being blamed for it, am I?
Bill, can you think of anyone who might have it in for you in any way?
No. I get on with everybody, me.
How about Walter Gillies?
You know what Walter's like. He just rubs people up the wrong way.
No!
He's offered to buy the stables off me the other day.
He wants to move?
He's got to, hasn't he?
Ashfordly's given him notice.
Well, I'm sure you do have your own way of dealing with things like this.
But this is England and we have a legal process.
Yes, well, you do that!
In the meantime, he stays here under lock and key.
They want us to hand him back so they can deal with it.
Over my dead body.
Walter Gillies, sarge.
Yes, what about him?
He's been given notice to leave the Ashfordly Estate.
Tried to buy Bill Ruane's place but got turned down.
So?
So what if Gillies decided to used these robberies
to get Bill out of the stables?
Gillies?
He was injured trying to stop the burglar.
It was only a bang on the head, sarge.
Could've been self-inflicted.
And it was him that gave us information about the Bedford van.
You're saying that Gillies set Ruane up?
Can you prove it?
Mr. Gillies!
Oh! I was just trying to get these incubators working.
So, you had any luck?
No, afraid not.
Bill Ruane was arrested on suspicion, he's got an alibi.
Oh, I see.
Then we arrested an American
who admitted the first two burglaries but not the one here at Ashfordly Hall.
Yes, well, he would, wouldn't he?
Oh, we believe him, Mr. Gillies.
Yeah, it doesn't quite fit into his pattern.
So where does that leave you?
Well, it's down to the heavy mob now.
- Heavy mob? - CID.
They're coming over from Whitby tomorrow.
Chief Constable's a close friend of Lord Ashfordly.
You recovered any of his Lordship's property yet?
Oh, we're still looking for it.
We think that once we find the loot, we'll find the thief.
Evening, Mr. Gillies!
We'll take that.
You set me up.
Yeah, just like you set Bill up.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Save it for later, Gillies.
What have I ever done to you, eh?
Why me?
Yeah, all right, Bill.
Right, Bellamy, Rowan.
Put him in the car.
- Evening. - Hiya, Nick.
Pint, please, Gina. Phil?
No, no.
Well, that's Gillies locked up safe and sound!
Yup. Blaketon's already crowing to Lord Ashfordly.
On your own tonight, Nick?
Yeah.
Never mind, you can't win 'em all, eh?
Yeah. It's a pity, though.
I thought you'd cracked it there.
Still, plenty more fish in the sea.
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪