♪ Why do you miss
♪When my baby kisses me?
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why does a love kiss
Stay in my memory? ♪
You've got to go.
Just another.
- Now, go.- I can't.
- Gary.- I can't help it.
No.
I love you, you know?
BOTTLES CLINK
MAN: Stop there!Stop, or I'll sh**t!
GUNSHOTGARY GROANS
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY
g*nsh*t
GARY PANTING
HE THUDS
- Morning.- Morning. What's up?
I've run out of petrol.
Any chance of a liftto the nearest filling station?
Yeah, all right. Hop in.
KNOCK AT DOOR
- Come in, Reed. Any damage?- No, my Lord.
Oh, the district's becominginfested with ne'er-do-wells.
What's yours is theirs,that seems to be the idea.
Sign of the times, sir.ASHFORDLY CHUCKLES
I told Sergeant Craddockhe can pull his socks up.
- You've reported it already?- Yes. Why, is there a problem?
I'm not sure, sir.
I found a trace of blood.
Oh, could have been winged, eh?
HE INHALES DEEPLY Well, that'll teach him.
- Still...- Leave it to me, sir.
I'll do the necessary.
DOOR CLOSES
TYPWRITER KEYS CLACKING
- Morning.- Morning.
PHIL: Mate.
What's this, an official go-fast?
You better get yourself busy.
MICHAEL: Why, what happened?
Ashfordly's been bendingCraddock's ear again.
RAYMOND: Is Bradley in yet?
Yes, Sarge. Morning, Sarge.
I want you to go upto Ashfordly Hall.
They have an intruder.
A break-in?
No, he was spotted on the groundsbefore he could get inside.
So, nothing's actually been stolen?
but it's enoughto start the laird complaining
about the tide of petty lawlessnessand never a bobby in sight.
Go on.
ALFRED: What does he expectfrom one man and his bike?
The customeris always right, Ventress,
especially whenhe's Chairman of the Bench.
You finishedwith those crime figures, Bellamy?
Oh, here it is, sir.
I hardly need to remind you
that we depend on him and his fellowJPs for our convictions,
which they've beenprecious few, recently.
Well, Lord Ashfordlyis always blowing hot and cold
about law and order, Sarge.
Yes, Bellamy,
but it's not your collarhe's blowing down.
I want an immediate boostto these figures.
Immediate? How do we do that?
Time on a way, Ventress.
Go and bag a few motorists.
SHEEP BLEATINGCHICKEN CLUCKING
Uh, excuse me.
What is it now?
I couldn't pass without sayingthanks for the good turn.
Uh, don't mention it.
It was either pulling up
or having you stuckon the front of me radiator grill.
Aye, well, be that as it may,
in my position as reporter,sub-editor,
and chief cook and bottlewasheron the Ashfordly Gazette,
I'd like to recommend you
for our Good Samaritanof the Week spot.
You what?
Oh, it's a small featurespotlightin' a good deed.
Hold on. The name's Greengrass,not Green As They Come.
You start making outI'm some sort of angel of mercy,
they'll all be knocking on my doorwanting summat for nowt.
As a matter of interest,
what do people comeknockin' on your door for?
Well, a bit of this and that.Mostly this.
You're the kind of mana village requires, aren't you,
sort of a cross between a handymanand a rural sage.
- A rural sage?- You like the sound of that?
- Yeah.- Because I've got this other idea.
The Sayingsof Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.
Sort of a weekly spot.
Giving our readers the benefitof your down-to-earth wisdom.
Oh, yeah?
- There'd be payment, of course.- Would there?
HE STUTTERS You better come in, then, Mr er...
Austin. Bill Austin.
DOORBELL RINGS
Constable Bradley.
Come in, please.
KNOCKING AND DOOR OPENS
Ah, come on in, Constable.Just a moment, Lyn.
- Yes, sir.- Would you like a drink, Constable?
Uh, no, thank you. I'm fine.
That'll be all, Lyn.You know Reed, my estate manager?
Yeah. Yes, I do.
I chewed Sergeant Craddock'sear off earlier.
I expect he said something.
The fact is, this break-inis the sort of criminal behavior
that's becoming the norm round here.
Well, Sergeant Craddock told methere was no break-in.
Don't split hairs, Constable.He broke into my grounds.
- Well, what time was this?- :-ish.
MICHAEL: What happened?
I looked out the lodge windowand saw someone moving about.
So, I went outsideto see who it was.
Well, go on.
Well, I shouted at him,told him to stop and stand still,
but he just ran off.
So, I shouted again,"Stop, or I'll sh**t."
- Then what?- Well, he didn't stop.
So, I fired a warning shotinto the air, then another.
But, by then,he was over the wall and away.
KNOCK AT DOOR
- What?- GLADYS: Miss Bolton's here, Gary.
I said no!
- You've got to have it seen to.- I'm OK.
Stop being stupid.Now, open the door.
He won't tell me what they are,how he got 'em.
- They're g*nsh*t wounds.- That's what I thought.
- What happened?- I fell off a wall.
Look, I can clean these up for you,Gary, but that's all.
- That's fine.- No, it isn't.
There are fragments of shotsembedded in the wounds.
You're going to needhospital treatment.
Hospital, do you hear?
If I go, can it be kept quiet?
I'm afraid not.
The hospital has a duty
to report any injurythat's caused by a firearm.
Oh, are you sure about that, Maggie?
Yes.
Only he got in trouble withthe police a while back, you see.
All right, Mum.She doesn't want to hear all that.
He's got a suspended sentencehangin' over him.
Six months, custody,suspended for two years.
If he's found guiltyof anything else during that time,
he'll go to prison.
He ran through here,heading for the wall.
Hey. Have you seen this?
What? No.
So, you said he climbedover the wall just about here.
Aye, hereabouts.
Lord Ashfordly's brought youon a wild goose chase, I reckon.
GLASS CLINKS
- A weekly column?- That's what he said.
And what qualificationshave you got for that, Claude?
A degree from the universityof hard knocks, love.
What, first class honorsin bodgin', pinchin', and poachin'?
Bodgin', eh?You ought to be careful what you say
to somebody who's gotthe power of the press behind them.
How do you mean?
Well, we canname 'em and shame 'em, you know.
Well, maybe I should do the sameto those
with an overdrawn bar slate.
I wanted to have a wordwith you about that
because I could do you a good turn.
Oh?
Yeah, in me column. I could sayit's the best pub for miles about,
you got the finest food, best ales,you know what I mean?
Not really, no.
Uh, it's all a question of
"I scratch your backand you scrub my slate."
Shall we start now?HE CHUCKLES
We'll look into that right away.Thank you.
Do we know a Gary Tyler?
He's Gladys Tyler's lad.
PHIL: Yeah,he's a bit of a tearaway.
We did him for handlingstolen ciggies a while back.
- Has he got a file?- Well, he should have, yeah.
What's he done?
Well, I just had Ashfordly Hospitalon the phone.
Seems he got himself shotlast night.
Seriously?
Hmm, couple of flesh wounds.Won't say how he came by them.
Here we go. Gary Tyler.
Let's see.Caution for damaging property,
breaking into an empty houseon Ashfordly estate.
Nicking some lead piping.So, one year probation.
Taking a car without consent.Handling stolen goods.
Six months, suspended for two years.
How long ago was that?
Uh, about months back.
He seems to have kept a clean sheetsince then.
Or got lucky.
Well, we better find outwhat this Mr Tyler's been up to.
Then perhaps we can send him awayfor that six-month rest cure
he was promised.
Has Ashfordly calmed down?
Uh, yes, Sarge. He, uh...
..he apologizesfor being rude and overbearing.
Oh! Joke, I assume.
Yes, Sarge.
What's the story?
Well, his estate managerspotted a male intruder
sometime around midnight-ish.
- Could he identify him?- No, too dark.
He ordered him to stopor he'd sh**t, but, uh,
- but he got away.- Did he sh**t?
Uh, yes. Twice. Over his head.
Now, there's a thing.
He must have given the blokequite a fright.
And some stray lead, perhaps.
Right, Bradley, you better goand have a word with our Mr Tyler.
When I think of the stuffI've been givin' away for nowt.
MAN: What stuff?
Wisdom, Bernie. Years and yearsof accumulated know-how.
Do you know howyou're gonna pay for this petrol?
I wanted to have a word with youabout that.
You know you were saying
the undertaking side of the businesswasn't doing all that well,
well, I think I can do youa bit of good.
£ worth of good, in cash.
Forget cash, Bernie.I'm talking about gold dust.
The gold dust of publicity.
I can give you a mentionin my column
every time you fill up my t*nk.
How does that sound to you?
It sounds likesomething for nothing.
- You get something. I get nothing.- Don't talk daft.
They'll be queuing up for youto bury their nearest and dearest.
I've only got one hearse, Claude.
Well, get anotherand brace yourself.
MAGGIE: Thanks for seeing meat such short notice.
JACKIE: What's the problem?
Well, uh, I treated a young manthis morning
with g*nsh*t wounds to the back.
I had to send him to hospital.
So, now, the policehave got involved.
Right.
Well, his mother asked me
if I'd ask you to represent him.
- But, he's the victim, isn't he?- Mmm.
He won't say how it happened.
The thing is
he's got a suspended sentencehanging over him.
I see.So, if he was up to no good, then...
Oh, no, he's notan out-and-out villain, Jackie.
He did go off the rails a bitwhen his father walked out, but,
definitely over the past yearhe's turned over a new leaf.
And who says so? His mother?
- Well...- What would we do without them?
SHE CHUCKLES
Hello.
Have you done it again, Mr Green?
Of course,they're all jumping at the offer.
Here, get your trapand get around that.
Don't you worry, son, you're next.Let's go down to the pet shop.
All right, come on, son, jump over.
Good.ENGINE STARTS
Where were you at about
Out.
- Out where?- Around.
I was walking the dog.
- Did anyone see you?- No idea.
Well, can your motherconfirm this story?
No. She was in bed, asleep.
You could have a word with the dog.
HE CHUCKLES SARCASTICALLY
Have a look at this?
Go on. Have a closer look.
You recognize it?
No.
So, you don't have a screwdriverlike that?
- No.- Are you sure?
I've just said.
What's the pointof dragging this out, Tyler?
We know you were there.Not the first time, either.
Lead piping, wasn't it?
DOOR OPENS
Er, Mrs Bradley, Sarge,here to represent Mr Tyler.
- You expecting a solicitor?- No.
And I don't need one.I've done nothin'.
I suggest, you talk to herbefore deciding that.
I can handle it myself.
Yeah, so you say.
But get it wrong,and you go to prison,
and for what?
That's what I'm sayin'!
I've kept out of trouble.I'm finished with all that.
I've got a decent job,looking ahead, plans, everything.
That'll count for nothingif this comes to court.
It won't come to that.
Gary, you sustained g*nsh*t woundsto your back
the same night an intruder was shotat Ashfordly Hall.
Who's gonna believe it wasn't you?
HE SIGHS
Suppose it was me.
Just suppose. What's the problem?
Trespass is no crime, is it?
No, it isn't.
- Well, then.- But going equipped to burgle is.
They found a screwdriver.
Given your record,that's all they need.
That isn't mine.I've never seen it before.
That's interesting.
Because Sergeant Craddock
says it's got your fingerprintsall over it.
How long has it been parked here?
How long have we got?
No time at all.
Shouldn't be parked herein the first place.
- Oh.- It's on a junction.
- He always parks here.- Oh, does he, now?
You'll run out of inkbooking that old banger.
Would it be better if I moved it,Mr Ventress?
- I should say so, David.- Better still if you buried it.
JACKIE: Are you going to tell mewhat you were doing there?
If I tell you,it's between you and me.
Go on.
Lyn, my girlfriend,works for Lord Ashfordly.
I'd been to see her.
At : at night?
I've been there beforewithout being seen.
I take it Lord Ashfordly
doesn't approveof late-night callers.
She's not allowed visitorsafter nine,
and then only on certain days.She'll get the push if he finds out.
Especially since it's me.
I was done for nicking lead pipingfrom one of his cottages.
He banned me fromstepping foot on the estate again.
Well, so, why take the risk?
Couldn't stay away, I suppose.It's serious between us.
Did she knowthe risk you were running?
What risk? I was only trespassing.
All the risk was hers.
Well, Gary, she's gotta come forwardand tell the police.
No. Leave Lyn out of it.
It was my fault, it's all my fault.
But without her,how can I prove your innocence?
I don't know.
Go on, son. Good lad.
Here. Here.
Have you two seen my truck?
Seen it, examined it, booked it.
Booked it, what for?
Take him through the card, Alf.
Out-of-date tax disc, bald tyres,
unsafe load, missing rear light,illegible number plate.
Uh, there's no need to nit-pick.Come on, where is it?
David's driving itround and round the block.
- Round and round?- It was illegally parked.
We said if he keeps it moving,we won't take a look at it.
The old ones are always the best,aren't they?
MICHAEL: I'm sorry?
My client says Craddock got himto pick up the screwdriver.
- Has he no shame?- No comment.
- How come you found it, anyway?- Uh, what do you mean?
Well, if Ashfordly's manager wasshowing you the intruder's tracks,
why didn't he find it?
Well, he must have missed it.
SHE SIGHS
It isn't Gary Tyler's.
- Yeah, so he says.- I believe him.
Good, because with his record,he'll need a friend.
Now... should we justleave it at that?
You always say that when you thinkyou've got it all sewn up.
- True.- Mistake.
JACKIE: Sergeant,have you got a moment?
Do you realize how manywords of wisdom
it takes to payfor one gallon of petrol?
Well, I'm sorry, Mr Greengrass,
but they didn't give me any choice.
Well, they're mucking aboutwith the wrong person this time.
I'll show 'em the typewriteris mightier than the sword.
CHICKEN CLUCKING
Malicious wounding?
I doubt you'll findmuch sympathy for that, Mrs Bradley.
A person has every rightto defend their property.
Not recklessly, they haven't.
Not by sh**ting at someonewho was already running away.
I understandthat Mr Reed fired over his head.
Really?
I take it Tyler's admittedto being the intruder?
No, it was merely a supposition.
Oh, don't you mean a threat?
Drop the case...
..or else,
I don't think Lord Ashfordly'sgonna play those sorts of games.
I'm not playing games, Sergeant.
If my client goes to prison
as a resultof this trumped-up charge,
I shall make it my missionto get redress for his injuries.
CLAUDE COUGHS
You, uh... how many words do theywant you to write, Mr Greengrass?
Well, ,, ,.As many as it takes.
,!
Why, it don't matter, does it?I'll get paid by the word.
HE CLEARS THROAT
So, the more the merrier.
I'd better get cracking.Don't want to miss me deadline.
Your deadline, right.
Yeah. That's the phrase we use,you know, in... in the press.
In you go. Right.
HE COUGHS
TYPEWRITER CLACKING
Here, David.
Go down to the post office
and get me a bottle of thatrubbing out stuff, will you?
Here.
Mrs Bradley's...LOUD THUD
Mrs Bradley's seriousabout this counter charge?
- It would appear so, sir.- I see.
Thank you, Reed,I'll deal with this.
REED: Yes, sir.
I won't have my staff threatenedlike this, Sergeant.
I appreciate that, sir.
Mr Reed cannot do his jobwith one hand tied behind his back.
This place would be open housein no time.
Oh, naturally, we wouldn't wantto pursue it any further.
I should bally well hope not.
Your men aren't exactly thickon the ground, are they?
If you can guarantee securityon my estate,
I'll stand men downand save the money.
You know I can't promise that, sir.
The fact remains that a young manhas been injured.
And a lesson learnt...
..by him and any other loutwho wants to break into my property.
Yes, but the problem is,
he wasn't posing any threatat the time.
- What?- When Reed fired.
I'm talking legalistically.
You're talking nonsense, Craddock.
Anyone breaking in is asking
for a backside full of buckshot.- Well...
A charge againsta member of my staff
for simply doing his job
will be vexatious to a court
and a waste of police timeinto the bargain.
She's your wife, Bradley.You must have some influence.
You know I can't discusscases with her, Sarge.
Spare me my own lectures, Bradley.
Besides, it wouldn't work anyway.You're married yourself. You...
Well, you know what they're like.They never listen, anyway.
They would if you were stillat the honeymoon stage.
CAR ENGINE STARTS
I don't thinkwe'll have any more trouble.
REED CHUCKLES
CLAUDE TYPING
Oh.
Hurry up, David.
ALFRED YELPS
Yes, I just thought I'd check.
Right. Thanks. Bye.
Hi. Busy?
Well, sorry. Silly question.
I'm late for court.What can I do for you, Constable?
Well, I've just come backfrom Ashfordly Hall.
Oh, yes.
Yes. Lord Ashfordly wasn'ttoo pleased to hear your plan
to put his man in the dock.- I'll bet he wasn't.
Very unpleased, in fact.Vexatious, he called it.
If Craddock sent you hereto get me to drop it,
the answer's no.
- Well, that's up to you.- Thanks!
Uh, but just for the record,
why are you so determinedto upset the Chairman of the Bench
on behalf of a wasterlike Gary Tyler?
SHE SCOFFS
One, because he's my client.
And two,because he's innocent of the charge.
HE SCOFFS Innocent? Oh, right!
- He wasn't there to steal, Mike.- Well, of course not. No. No, no.
He was there to change a plugwith his screwdriver.
It isn't his.
And despite Craddock's cheap trick,you can't prove it is.
So, I wouldn't rely on it in court.
No?
No. In fact, it's my guessit was put there for you to find.
- What?- To incriminate the intruder.
MICHAEL: I'm not with you.
I think Reed knewhe'd injured the intruder
and knew it could mean trouble.
It's far more justifiableto sh**t at a bona fide burglar
than a mere trespasser.
Are you tryingto convince me or yourself?
You think a keen-eyed man like Reed
would've gone over the groundand missed it?
Or maybe I have above averageobservational skills myself,
like, say, a trained policeman.
- Didn't mean it like that.- Like what?
That I'd been made to look an idiot?
- If that's your case...- Mike, no.
Fine, try and make melook a fool in court.
I just hope your client's worth it.
HE LAUGHS
David, I thought I told youto wind the clock!
I did.
Well, it's stopped.How many days have I been in there?
- Just the afternoon, really.- Yeah. What are you doing, anyway?
Nothing.
Really? Well, how will you knowwhen you're finished?
I didn't want to disturb you,Mr Greengrass.
Really? How do you expect meto be in there creating
when I'm worried about you out heredoing nowt?
- I'm sorry.- Yeah, you will be.
Well, get on with it,whatever it was.
DOOR CLOSES
- Thanks.- I'll be in the other room.
You said you might be ableto do a deal.
I tried. Nothing doing.
I'll keep trying, of course.
Waste of time with my record,I suppose.
Gary, you must think againabout asking Lyn.
No. Ashfordly would nevergive her a reference.
Without that,she'd struggle to get another job.
Custody isn't very pleasant, Gary.
If Lyn knew,I'm sure she'd want to help you.
I don't want anything badto happen to her because of me.
I love her.
I've told her.
Now I can show her how much.
I can't make him see sense.
I mean, this girlmeans a lot to him now,
but next week, who knows?
Perhaps you could talk to her.
We already had this out.
If I so much as went near her,I'd never see him again.
GLADYS SIGHS
Any way that I could I bump into her
without anyone knowing?- I don't know.
When I worked at post office,I used to see her regular.
She came in every Thursdayfirst thing for her gran's pension.
- Maybe then.- Thank you.
You do what you can.
Excuse me, Can I, uh...
- Hi, David.- Hello.
- The usual, is it?- Yes, please.
No Claude tonight?
No. He's, uh, he's tryingto finish his newspaper thing.
- How's he doing?- I don't know. I daren't ask him.
- It's sent him right funny.- What do you mean?
He keeps banging his headon the typewriter.
Oh, nasty.
He said he's sufferingfrom writer's block.
Oh, that doesn't sound very good.
I mean, I told him that me mum'selderflower wine might shift it,
but he says he's lookingfor inspiration, not a laxative.
- JACKIE: Same again?- MAGGIE: Yes, please.
Hi. You're late.
I was held up at the nick.Uh, sorry.
- What are you having?- No, it's my round.
- Sorry, David.- Oh, Mr Bradley. Mrs Bradley.
Mrs Bolton.
Hello, David.
Uh, Mr Greengrass said thatI should have a...
have a word if I saw you.
Oh, what about?
Well, it's about his writing.
He wants to knowif you'll check it for him?
Check it?
Yeah. His spelling, and the, erm...the dots and the squiggles and...
Punctuation.
That's right, yeah.He's a bit rusty, he says.
I can imagine.
You'll get a mention.Everybody else has.
- You as well?- Yeah.
I've been doing the work
for the whole weekat no extra money.
But I've never beenin the paper before.
Would you tell Claude if he wants tobring it round tomorrow morning,
I'll take a look at it?- Right, thanks. I'll tell him that.
And a Scotch for my better half,please, Gina.
- I'm sorry about today.- No, my fault.
I told Craddock it'll be a bad ideato go to your office.
Well, it wasn't personal.
Well, I keep forgetting.
- Hmm.- Cheers, Gina.
So, er, they didn't say how long?
No. They just saidit had to be in me own words.
Well, you've certainly used somethat are new to me, Claude.
They might want to trim it a bit.
HE STUTTERSJust as long as they keep the gist.
Yes. Yes, it is, er,rather anti-police, isn't it?
Uh, it wanted saying, didn't it?
I mean, that Ashfordly lot,
they're somewherebetween the Gestapo and the KGB.
- So you say.- One copper every square miles
is more than enough.Not one for every sheep like now.
JACKIE: Lyn? Lyn Marsh?
Have you got a moment?
I'm Jackie Bradley,I'm Gary's solicitor.
How is he?
You haven't seen himsince the incident?
No, I just heard he'd been injured.I've been worried to death.
Well, he's all right,physically at least.
Oh, thank you.Did he ask you to tell me?
No, he doesn't want meto talk to you.
Why not?
You know abouthis suspended sentence?
Yes.
He said he'd only go to prisonif he committed another crime.
As long as I was his girl,he said he never would.
The police are charging Gary
with going to Ashfordly Hallequipped to burgle.
But he didn't.He was there to see me.
Well, I know that,but he refuses to drag you into it.
Look, Lyn, I'm breakingmy professional rules
by talking to youagainst Gary's wishes.
- GARY: Out!- JACKIE: Wait!
Come on, Lyn.
- It isn't her fault.- I know.
- Is it true?- What?
You could go to prison?
- Told you not to do this.- I'll tell them.
No. You said you loved your job.
I do, but I love you more.
Look, you don't need to do a thing
because Mrs Bradleyis going to get me off.
Aren't you? Aren't you?
Only if the threatof putting Reed in the dock
makes them back down.
- Reed?- I've asked them to charge him
with sh**ting Garywith intent to injure.
But why?
To give us a bargaining chipin exchange for Gary's freedom,
and then you neednever come into it.
Well, I can see that,
but why are youtalking about Mr Reed
when it wasn't himwho fired the g*n?
- JACKIE: Are you absolutely sure?- LYN: Yes.
- JACKIE: Even though it was dark?- It was him.
- Didn't you see him?- GARY: No.
I only heard a shout.
What's the difference, anyway?
You can't prove anythingwithout Lyn.
She'd be in trouble just the same.
- I'm not so sure.- GARY: Look.
Nothing has changed.
I'll take my chanceand that's the end of it.
Yes, it is that urgent.
No, that will be fine.I'll come over now.
I thoughtyou were going to the office today.
I had to see someone in the village.
I know. I saw you.
Oh?
Lyn, wasn't it? What's going on?
Don't ask.
She's the reason why Garywent to Ashfordly Hall that night?
Mike, I could be in serious troubleif she's brought into this.
- Why?- Just accept what I say.
I went back to the hall myself.
There are a couple of faint smearson the wall.
Dry blood, possibly.
Uh, I think you might haveguessed right
about the screwdriver.
Yes.
Now, you've got an innocent motivefor Gary being there.
No, I haven't.He won't let me use her.
Why not?
Because she'd get the sack.
He wants to takeall the blame himself.
He thinks it'll provehow much he loves her.
You can be pretty stupidat that age. Remember?
So, what are you gonna do now?
I'm gonna go and see Lord Ashfordlyto make a plea for clemency.
- Oh, yeah? And what's plan B?- Blackmail.
Well, did she thinkit were all right?
All right? She thought it wasthe first chapter of a book.
Flipping heck. How long is it?
About quid's worth.HE CHUCKLES
Actually, she thoughtit was a bit too long.
She said we ought to dropone or two of the mentions.
Like who?
Well, we've got enough petrolin the lorry to last, doesn't we,
so, Bernie can go for about a week.
Oh, no. No, we need himto repair all those things
the police were on about.
Oh, yeah. I never thought of that.
Well, we got enough chops and steaksto last for over a month,
so, Garrett can definitelywait for a bit.
You can't leave out Mr Garrett?
Why?
He's got a right bad temper,Mr Garrett,
and he's got a shop full of knives,and choppers, and...
- Yeah, you've got a point there.- How about the pub?
Don't talk daft.
What about the post office?
Aye. The post office can wait,and you.
Oh, no, not me, Mr Greengrass.You promised.
I'll put you in next week, David.
No, it's this week that I've beendoing all this extra work,
while you've just beensitting there, scribbling.
I've not just been scribbling.I'm a sage, aren't I?
Sage!
- Where are you going?- I'm going home.
Who's gonna deliverall that stuff on the lorry?
- I don't know.- I can't do it.
I've got correcting to doto reach me deadline.
Goodbye, Mr Greengrass.
CLAUDE: All right,you mardy ha'p'orth.
I'll put you back in,
but Garrett will definitelyhave to go,
and if he comes round herelooking for satisfaction,
you'll probably finish upin a meat pie
and I'll probably finish upas a black pudding.
Go and fetch a packet of tea,will you?
Lord Ashfordly's expecting me.
Yes, ma'am.
Mrs Bradley to see you, sir.
ASHFORDLY: Come in, Mrs Bradley.Please take a seat.
Thank you.
Sergeant Craddock tells me
you intend to havingmy estate manager charged.
Yes.
It's bad a day, Mrs Bradley,
when a man can be holed up in courtsimply for doing his job.
The sh**ting of Gary Tylerwas unwarranted and reckless.
On the contrary,it was entirely the right response.
You know about the prison sentencehanging over my client?
Indeed. That more thanmakes my point.
So, you won't withdrawthe complaint?
And what message would that sendto others of the same ilk?
Let's say what happenedto Gary was warning enough.
Save your plea and mitigationfor the court, Mrs Bradley.
Lord Ashfordly,if you put my client in jeopardy,
you may find yourselfin the same position.
Whatever do you mean?
- I have a witness to the sh**ting.- A witness?
Someone who's willing to swear that
it was you who fired the sh*ts,not Mr Reed.
What?
- Who is this witness?- You'll find out in due course.
- Is it true?- This is outrageous!
The witness saw you leave the houseand heard you shout.
Mr Reed was in the lodge,
arriving well afterthe second shot had been fired.
Nonsense! Absolute nonsense!
I think Mr Reedfound traces of blood,
knew there might be complications
and took it upon himselfto save you any embarrassment.
I'd be very careful of persistingwith this fiction.
My witness isn't fiction.And if what I've heard is true,
then you and Mr Reed are guiltyof perverting the course of justice.
It evens things up,wouldn't you say?
Equal jeopardy for all.
- Sorry, Mr Greengrass.- Why? What's up?
There was an accident in Ashfordly.
- I got stuck in the traffic.- Don't worry about that.
I was worried about your deadline.
- Well, I knew you'd want the truck.- Ah, it's all right. I finished.
And I've still got time to spare,so, just...
just sit down and calm yourself,will you?
What do you mean, "time to spare"?
Well, it's only just gone three.
- No, it's not.- You what?
Well, the clockmust have stopped again.
You what?
It was striking fourwhen I come past the church.
I've got to get this...I've got to get it in.
Come on. Come on, they're paying me!
DOOR SLAMS
TYRES SCREECH
I'm sorry, I've not got timeto muck about with your lot.
Obviously. What was he doing?
. Give or take.
miles an hour?
I wouldn't have thoughtthis old growler would touch .
HE STUTTERS Can we do this later?
Get out of the cab, Claude.
I've got to make an urgent delivery.
- Really?- It's a matter of life and death.
I had a taste of thatwhile waving you down. Out!
- Has he been drinking?- ALFRED: Er, I don't think so.
There must be a lawagainst driving in those.
I were in a rush.
Give me what you've got to give meand let me get going.
Have a look round, Phil.
See if he's rectified those faultswe found the other day.
You can't charge me twicefor the same offence!
Oh, we're very thorough.
All right. I'll phone.Right. You'll regret this, Alf.
Here, where are you off to?
Constable Bradley.
Lord Ashfordly,what can I do for you?
If the Sergeant Craddock's in,ask him if I might have a word.
Certainly, sir.
Hello, Ashfordly Gazette?
Yeah.It's Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.
No. The rural sage.
That's right. Have you got a pencil?
Eh, what's he doing?
Happen he's calling his solicitor.
"In my opinion,
"the police
"should take a leafout of the shepherd's book."
Yeah. "And employ dogsinstead of coppers."
Do you reckon we can do himfor leaving the scene of the crime?
Yeah. Why not?
"And where would we bewithout the village pub?"
Yeah. "For example,the Aidensfield Arms,
"where you can get a very fair pint,
"even though the owneris an ex-copper."
HE CHUCKLES
No, love, there's plenty more yet.I've only just started.
TELEPHONE PIPS Hello?
CONTINUOUS TONE
Alf, have you got any change?
I've been thinkingabout our conversation yesterday.
Me too.
And I hope I made it crystal clearwhere my sympathies lie.
Appreciate that, Sergeant.
However, Mrs Bradleydoes have the right to use
every means at her disposalto get her clients off the hook.
- A determined lady.- Quite.
The truth is this businesswith young Tyler
has left a very sour taste.
Naturally.
He lives alone with his mother,I understand.
Yes, I believe so.
Father upped and left.Can't have been easy for her.
No, I suppose not.
A boy needs someoneto look up to, Craddock.
Absolutely.
Thing is, I've a mindto drop the whole business.
- Drop it?- Yes. What do you say?
Well...
What with the injuries he sustained,
I reckon Tyler's learnt his lesson.
Maybe so. And it was certainlya warning to others.
Exactly.
Of course, it would all dependon a withdrawal of the investigation
against my chap.
With the prison sentencehanging over Tyler,
I think he's unlikely to refuse.
That's what I thought.
I'll talk to her right away.Very good!
- As for Mr Reed...- ASHFORDLY: Yes?
I trust you'll have a word with himabout his future conduct?
That we simply cannot toleratethe reckless use of firearms,
no matter how provoked.
Of course not.
Firing that shotguninto pitch darkness
was, quite frankly,the action of a madman.
I'm sure he meant to deter,not injure, Sergeant.
The sky's a big target, sir,and he missed it.
Yes, well...
For a man of Reed's experience,it was dim.
- Yes.- Shockingly dim.
Point made, Sergeant.
Good. Goodbye, my Lord.
Hmm. You're smiling.
SHE CHUCKLES Am I?
Mmm. I can feel it.
Fancy.
So...HE CLEARS THROAT
Are you gonna tell me how you gotLord Ashfordly to back down?
He felt sorry for my client.
Oh, yeah?
I put the squeeze on him.
I translated his family mottofrom the Latin.
"Strength And Mercy."
Now, that is playing dirty.
Well, it seems to work.
Never a truer word said.SHE GIGGLES
- This is all rather sudden.- Yes, sir.
Normally, I expect a member of staffto serve their notice.
I know that, sir.
Still, we'll be sorry to lose you.
Thank you, sir.I've enjoyed my time here.
Everyone's thoughthighly of your attitude.
I think you'll find that reflectedin my reference.
Thank you.
I wish you well.
Goodbye, sir.
A young woman must find life herea bit dull, I suppose.
Perhaps so, sir.
MOTORCYCLE ENGINE STARTS
You took your time, didn't you?
Come here.Give me, er, give me three copies.
No, make it four.
I tell you what, I'll have six.Here. Here.
Come on.
Here. Help yourselves.
- MAN: What page is it?- CLAUDE: How do I know?
GINA: Didn't you insiston the front page?
Where is it?
Try next to the fatstock prices.
Or the agony aunt.
You won't miss it.It'll be at least half a page.
Oh, it's here, Claude.
Page six, everyone.A tiny bit at the bottom.
A tiny bit?
GINA: "Claude Jeremiah Greengrass'ssaying of the week.
"Never put off till tomorrowthe smile you can give today."
CROWD EXCLAIM Is that it?
DISCONTENTED MUMBLING Give me your phone.
Go on. Give us your phone.
Yes, Claude, I saw what you sent,
but it must have beena bit of a misunderstanding.
Well, I'm sorry you feel like that.
Because we'd quite liketo carry on with it.
It's makes a nice, little filler.
You don't even needto come up with a saying.
Got dozens of 'em here in a book.
Misunderstanding...
Oh, dear. Still, with all that stuffyou'd put about the police, Claude,
it's probably saved youa heap of trouble.
Nothing like the troublehe's gonna be in when I get him.
BERNIE: Cheer up, Claude. You knowwhat they always say.
"Never put off till tomorrowthe smile you can give today."
You're on very thin ice.