08x08 - Hello, Goodbye

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# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss

# When my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? #

# The road is long

# With many a winding turn

# That leads us to

# Who knows where

# Who knows where? #

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

We're renting the cottage down the lane.

I wondered if I might buy some milk?

- What's going on? - He wants some milk.

- My name's Deepak Rall. - We've nothing to sell.

COWS MOOING

TYPEWRITER CLACKING

What?

Nothing.

I've never seen anyone use all their fingers before.

Is that you done, then?

Yeah, looks that way.

Do you fancy a drink?

Yeah, all right, then.

Are you coming, Mike?

There were a whole carload of them.

They had bags on the roof.

Probably on a round-the-world trip

and turned the wrong way when coming out of Bombay.

You know what my mam says.

You let one of them in, all the rest follow.

Only take note of your mother

when she's yelling at you to get up.

Don't forget, we're starting early tomorrow.

Aye. Worms and that, eh?

You what?

Well, what you said about birds catching early worms.

Can we go before you make me as daft as you are?

- Ta-ra, love. - See you.

What are those two up to?

Oh, another one of Claude's bright ideas.

He wants to set up as a mobile shop.

Taking stuff out to Elsinby Moor.

I thought Mr Greaves ran a van out there.

Yeah, only now he's bought a guesthouse

near Scarborough.

Claude reckons he must have been raking it in.

Really?

Evening, Maggie. Gina.

Two pints of bitter, please. And a Cherry B.

- They look cosy. - Yeah.

You playing gooseberry, then?

Me? No.

Mike, Phil reckons we ought to go for a meal one night.

I didn't mean Mike and all.

Er... anyway, I can't at the moment, Sue.

I'm... I'm skint. Till payday.

Oh, that's a shame.

I tell you what, why not cook us something instead?

- I mean, it'll be cheaper. - Me? Cook?

Then Mike could bring someone and we could make it a party!

I'd love to...

But erm... the thing is...

I don't know anyone who I could take at the moment.

Well, you could always ask me.Sounds like fun.

DOGS SNARLING

Come on, get in! Go on!

Come on! Get in there!

Go on! Get in!

She'll fetch a price. A real scrapper.

MAN: That'll do us.

What about trying up there?

I said, that'll do!

Come on!

-Hurry up! - All right. All right!

Come on!

There's another three setts been dug up further back.

If I thought it were local, I'd have sorted it out myself.

Why do you think it isn't?

There's no dead badgers left behind.

If it were a local lad

digging Billy out to chuck to his dogs,

he'd hardly clear up after himself.

Right. Of course.

Whoever is digging here

is taking badgers away with them.

Now, I reckon these tracks are from a truck or a lorry.

Can't you do 'em cheaper than ten bob a bag, Mr Wilson?

Take 'em or leave 'em.

Ain't there owt you got going cheap?

Do me a deal on this stuff?

That's one of our better lines.

It's got all foreign writing. Surely you can do it cheaper.

We send them back to be relabelled.

Look, I'm sorry.

Anything that's marked down has to be damaged stock.

Haven't you got any damaged stock?

I'm sorry, we haven't. Not at the moment.

David, get in the lorry

and bring it back when I tell you.

You know, I'm no good at going backwards.

It'll be all right. Go on.

Oscar, hope you've paid for that lot.

Greengrass, a little bird tells me

thatyou fancy yourself as a shopkeeper these days.

The only bird that would have owt to do with you

would be a vulture.

And you've an eye to buying a small seaside guesthouse.

No, I've got both eyes on buying a big 'un.

I just thought I'd wish you luck.

Everyone should have a dream.

If you were in it, it would be a nightmare.

OK, son. Come on.

Come on, lad! Come on, David!

Come on!

Come on. Come on! Come on, now!

Oh!

What the blazes is going on, Greengrass?

I'm sorry, Mr Wilson.

I'm afraid young David's a little bit backward

in going forward.

That might be the case,

but what am I going to do with these?

Who in his right mind's gonna buy these now?

Seeing as it's my employee

who is partly responsible, for damaging 'em,

I feel a moral obligation to take 'em off your hands.

Really?

If the price is right.

Really?

Why makes you think we're looking at professionals?

The badgers weren't being k*lled by the setts.

They were being taken away.

For fighting. They pit them against a dog

and bet how long the k*lling takes.

Thank you, Constable.

I have come across this kind of depravity before.

If the were any dog fights locally,

we'd have heard a whisper.

Oh, there were tyre marks from a truck and, er...

And these.

- Cow cake. Common enough. - Maybe.

But what can we learn

about their chosen vehicular mode, Constable Ventress?

- Sarge? - Bradley?

If they were using a truck,

they would not want to stray too far from a road.

They would risk them getting stuck.

Exactly.

So we can eliminate a number of possible future targets.

They'll stick with Birley Woods.

Oh, why's that?

The place is teeming with badgers.

It's easy to get to.

Anyone local would have known that.

Is that right?

Then that's where we'll concentrate our energies.

Won't you, Ventress?

Shall we say on patrol, nine o'clock this evening?Good.

Oh, Bradley, go to Division.

Something about a new bit of kit to collect.

TYPEWRITER CLACKING

CLAUDE: You get change as well.

You'll not get better value than that.

Mr Hibbert, made your mind up?

I don't know, Mr Greengrass.

Anything foreign plays havoc with my Sissy's stomach.

It's not really foreign, though, is it?

I mean, their cows are bound to be related to ours.

They're like distant cousins.

Were bad enough at the Isle of Wight.

I'm sure it was.

Look, you won't get tinned steak

at better prices than this.

I'll tell you what,

you can have two tins for one and six.

Can I have one for ninepence?

Who said the spirit of adventure were six foot under?

Excuse me. Have you forgotten summat?

Oh.

I'll get your change.

Was everything all right?

Perfect, love. Really hit the spot.

Good.

-It's a bit short notice. - What's a bit short notice?

The boys were after getting some extra cleaning done.

What? For tonight?

Ooh! Out to make an impression, are you?

Ah, real English grub. That's a sight for sore eyes.

Why? Are you used to something a bit more exotic?

Not if we can avoid it, love.

That's not always easy, eh, Mr Sykes?

That's true.

Is that right?

Still, you don't have to worry about that round here.

Curry houses? Darkies?

Immigrants?

No.

Mind you,

we do get our fair share of undesirables.

You're wondering what on earth a doctor

who practised in Kenya can offer here.

Actually,I was wondering

what exactly brought you to Aidensfield.

A patient told me about the area.

Said it was a good place to settle.

I see.

Well, Dr Rall, you're highly qualified. I can see that.

But I'm afraid ours is quite a humble practice.

I think we may be at cross-purposes, Dr Bolton.

- I'm not looking for work. - Oh.

Although, of course, I do intend

to return to general practice at some point.

I had hoped you may be able to advise me

on my best prospects.

Well, I'm not sure.

Have you considered surgical work?

In a large hospital?

Where the colour of my skin mightn't be a problem?

That's not what I meant.

# Head out on the highway

# Lookin' for adventure

# In whatever comes our way

# Yeah, I got to go and make it happen

# Take the world in a love embrace

# Fire all of your g*ns and watch them

# Explode into space

# Like a true nature's child

# We were born born to be wild

# We can climb so high

# I never wanna die

# Born to be wild #

All they need is warming through.

That and washing up after.

I don't mind the cooking,

but I'm not scraping dirty plates

for the next fortnight.

Right. Thanks.

MOTORBIKE ENGINE IDLES

That's Mike.

Well,...it's up to you now.

Don't let me down, Philip!

BRADLEY: Phil?

Whatever it is, it smells good.

So, how have you been getting on?

Sorry, did you call? Had my head in the oven.

Your cooking's that bad, is it?

So this is the new kit, then?

Well, yeah, some of it.

But you should see the new bike.

Come on. Let's have a go.

All right. Oh...

You'd best take that pinny off.

People might laugh.

You've no cause for concern, Nora.

I'm not really.

But you know how it is, scraping round.

Getting everything ready. It all costs.

That's all that's worrying you?

Well, what happened before.

Ian took it hard enough then.

- If anything went wrong... -It's not going to.

Here we go, then.

You've gone and cost me ten bob.

I bet Maggie it'd be a takeout from the chippy.

LAUGHTER

Serves you right, then.

Stewed apple for main?

GINA: Novel.

Still, it looks nice.

Right... I'll just...

CHUCKLING

COWS MOOING

Who taught you how to cook like this?

Did you get let off woodwork to do cookery with the girls?

Jealousy, jealousy, Mike.

If you ask me, he's a natural.

Sue's right. This is very good.

So what's in it, Phil?

Oh... the usual.

And what's that, exactly?

Yeah. Don't keep the recipe to yourself.

Well, er...lamb...

Er... carrots and onions.

And green beans?

Yeah, green beans. Yeah.

It's funny, that.

The only person I know

who cooks hotpot with green beans inis my auntie.

- BRADLEY: Who, Mary? - Yeah.

She always cooked it for us when we were kids.

She knew it was my favourite.

SIGHS

I might have had a bit of help.

What?

So this isn't your own creation?

- Not entirely. - What do you mean?

Oh, right. I get it. Mike helped you.

What?

You know, you are such a lemon sometimes.

Cooking is nothing a bloke need be ashamed of.

TELEPHONE RINGS

I'll go.

SUE CHUCKLES

Go on, go on!

Come on, come on.

How can you be sure they escaped by the gate?

- It was swinging wide! - Come on.

- It weren't when I passed. -No.

She shouldn't be out in that state.

Come on.

Come on, girl.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Need any help?

No, thanks.

- You all right? - Go on! I can manage.

- What is it? - I'm not sure.

Hold on. You'll be all right. Phil!Get hold of Neil!

It's all right. It's all right.

Nora? Nora, love?

- What's going on? - It's all in hand.

It doesn't seem to be. Is she OK?

She will be. Let us get on!

I am a doctor. I might be able to help!

Yeah, but you didn't say that.

If your kids hadn't left the gates open...

- That's not true. -Come on! Less of that!

Let's just get her inside!

As quick as you can, please.

Here we go. It's all right. There we are.

On there, on there.

BREATHES HEAVILY

Maggie and Neil are at some do.

I've been onto the hospital,

but the ambulance is gonna be a while.

How long have we got, Doctor?

We should be OK.

Labour for a first child can take some time.

It's not my first!

What?

Mr Lennon?

- We lost two before. - Then there's no time.

-No! - Ian! Please!

Harm my baby in any way...

If you've quite finished,

then maybe I can help your wife.

Right. Clear the room.

You'll be OK.

GASPS

BABY COOS

She just needs to rest now, Ian.

Right. And, er...

Thanks, Maggie.

I'm just glad Dr Rall was on hand.

KNOCK ON DOOR

- Oh, morning, Mike! - Oh, hello.

How was the dinner party?

- Oh, don't ask. - Hmm.

Morning, Mr Lennon. How's your wife?

Fine. They're both fine.

Good.

Look, I was grateful for what you did last night.

Only I might have said some things, you know...

Ah, forget it.

Besides, it's not me you should be apologising to.

How do you mean?

I came by your upper field. Part of your fence was down.

That's how the herd got out.

Nothing to do with Dr Rall's kids.

That's as may be.

We got on fine before outsiders came in,

ruining things.

Outsiders? Like me?

That's up to you.

Raymond?

You'll never believe what I've just seen.

What's that?

DOOR OPENS

Morning, team.

- VENTRESS: Sarge. - Ah, Ventress.

Anything to report from last night?

Yes, sarge. Chilblains, and a uniform soaked through.

Yes, I heard the rain myself.

Still, we need it for the garden.

Is anything the matter, Bellamy?

No, sarge.

That's good. I've put you down for tonight's shift.

What?

PHONE RINGS

It's obvious. Mrs Craddock's away.

Leaving the mouse to play, huh?

Yeah.

I reckon it's one of those modern marriages.

Mike, it's Oscar Blaketon.

Something about intruders at Ashfordly Hall.

Hello?

CLAUDE: Go and get me a couple more sticks.

There you are, Mrs Hepplethwaite.

There's your rhubarb. Is there anything else?

Rhubarb. Erm...

Oh, I'll have some of them tins of steak you've got.

You've heard about them, have you?

Stan Hibbert says you've got them on special offer.

Yes, I did, but they've gone up.

Seeing it's you, you can have 'em at the old price.

- I'll take six, then. - You would.

Get six tins of that steak, will you?

I'll see how much you owe me.

What's the hurry?

Come in, have a sit down, a piece of cake.

The kettle's boiled.

Oh, that's very nice. What sort of cake it is?

We haven't got time for that. We've got money to earn.

Oh, Mr Greaves always used to come in

and have a chat and a piece of cake.

Mr Greaves was especially partial

to my damson and apple.

Was he?

I'll never know how Ian didn't have to buy a deck chair,

let alone a flaming guesthouse.

By the time I'd called you, they'd gone.

They might have been ramblers.

I can tell the difference

between ramblers and intruders, Bradley.

Anyway, none of the estate workers have seen anyone.

I better go warn the estate manager, then.

VEHICLE APPROACHING

What does he want?

Constable.

Hello, Doctor. Can I be of any help at all?

No, I don't think so.

Well, I'm afraid this is private land, sir.

Perhaps I have business here, with Lord Ashfordly.

Or is that too much for you to believe?

I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, sir.

- Lord Ashfordly is in London. -I should have thought.

I should have phoned. Thank you, Constable.

You know, I still can't work that bloke out.

And why's that, then?

Well, according to Maggie,

he's planning on settling round here.

And you don't think that's a such good idea?

Not really.

Too many people with small minds.

Well, perhaps Dr Rall

thinks that small minds can be changed.

Don't you think?

Ah,Mr Wilson. Sorry I'm a bit late.

I had to keep waiting for him.

It were all them cups of tea.

It wouldn't have made any difference, sunshine.

There's no more damaged goods.

You're joking. What about the Polish stuff?

All gone.

All gone? It was our best seller.

That's your problem, innit?

You must have a few tins knocking about somewhere.

Only the genuine article.

All relabelled. And full price.

With your discount.

Full price.

DOOR CLOSES

Hello.I'm sorry. Erm... can I help you?

I doubt it.

I'm more interested in Sergeant Craddock.

Penny! Come through.

SIGHS

Gotcha. Hmm.

DOORBELL RINGS

-Yes. Can I help you? - I wasn't after stamps.

I was wondering if you could help me with an enquiry.

Which is?

I'm looking for a friend.

May have recently arrived. Name of Deepak Rall.

And he's a friend of yours, is he?

That's right.

You may have gathered, he's one of our overseas cousins.

Well, I'm afraid I'm not allowed

to divulge information about my customers.

- Is that all you wanted? - Yes. I think so. Thank you.

Just so long as he doesn't want us

to start covering up for him to Mrs Craddock.

It's a bit brazen, though.

FOOTSTEPS

- Good night, gentlemen. - ALL: Night, sarge.

Aren't you going to introduce us, Raymond?

Of course, my dear.

PCs Ventress, Bradley, Bellamy.

This is my wife, Penny.

-There you go. - Thanks.

Ta.

A locum? What's brought this on?

Well, it makes sense.

There are going more times when we're both out together.

Hm. We couldn't have anticipated last night, Neil.

- We are entitled to time off. - Exactly.

We're entitled to more than that. The odd weekend, even.

Having a locum on call would make life a lot simpler.

Can the practice afford it?

I think so. I've done a few sums.

I'm waiting to hear back from the insurance.

Have you got somebody in mind?

Well, we could see if Dr Rall's interested.

He did a good job with Nora Lennon.

Yeah.

Oh, I know he's a little... sure of himself.

Oh, no, it's not that. It's, er...

Well, you know...

Some people might not take too readily to...

To being treated by an Asian doctor?

Isn't that good enough reason

for trying to change their minds?

Are you sure it was the same two men

you saw at Ashfordly Hall?

It must have been. It was certainly the same car.

I haven't lost all my faculties yet, Bradley.

I wonder what they want with Dr Rall.

It's here. Give us t'clamp.

Come on. Come on.

Shut it a sec!

There's someone there! Come on!

There are two lots of bags in the hall.

Oh, yes. I meant to say. Mr Baldwin and Mr Sykes.

They came asking for a room when you were out.

The two who were in yesterday lunchtime?

That's right.

That Mr Baldwin's got a tongue on him.

Could charm the birds out of the trees.

Yeah.

He's fine.

It's just that some babies

have more trouble breast-feeding than others.

I keep thinking it's me.

You don't think he'd be best off in hospital?

No, I don't.

GASPS

Are you all right in yourself, Nora?

Just worn out, that's all. It'll pass.

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO

MUSIC FINISHES, AUDIENCE APPLAUDS

CLATTERING

- And you saw nothing? -No.

Right, well, I'll make a few enquiries,

but I can't promise we'll find who's responsible.

I didn't expect so.

Oh, there's, er... there's just one more thing.

You haven't been threatened by anyone, have you?

No.

BABY CRIES

- IAN: Want me to see to him? - No, it's all right, love.

BABY CRIES

It's only natural for Nora to be anxious.

- Given her history. - Hm.

It's more than that.

Nora seems totally washed out. She's bottle-feeding the baby.

- Could you call and see her? - Of course.

- I'll go up on my rounds. - All right. Thanks. Bye.

David, I've been thinking.

There's not much profit in the spuds, is there?

We ought to get more of that tinned steak.

Even at the proper price, it's a good seller.

- What do you think? - I were looking at this tin.

What's up?

Well, why has it got a picture of a dog on?

SIGHS

Someone puts a brick through his window

and you're accusing me?

I'm not accusing anyone of anything.

- Just asking where you were. - Right.

CAN CLATTERING

Nora!

Nora!

Are you there, love?

Yeah. What is it?

Tell this copper where I were last night.

- Here. With me. - Satisfied?

Yeah. Thanks for your time.

-Morning. - Good morning.

What are you doing up here?

There was trouble at Dr Rall's cottage.

- Someone broke a window. - When?

- Last night, about ten. - I was up here then.

- You what? - Oh, Nora called me out.

Did you see anyone? - No.

Well, only Ian coming back.

Coming back?

- Maggie! - What?

It's Nora!

- She just keeled over! - Get the baby, Ian!

- We'll take her to hospital. - I'll get the Land Rover.

Of course it's dog food. What did you think it was?

How was I to know?

There wasn't a picture of a flaming dog on the first lot.

It's all a bit of a misunderstanding.

Only on your part, Mr Greengrass.

You'll have to have it back.

What am I gonna do with -dozen tins of dog food?

Get yourself -dozen dogs.

What happens if folk eat it? Did he say?

No, and I didn't ask.

You wanted to tell me something about Dr Rall?

Yes. Er...

I've been considering offering Dr Rall locum work.

- Go on. - So had to follow procedures.

Naturally.

Neither the GMC nor the Kenyan authorities

were able to help me.

They have no record of a Dr Deepak Rall.

You're saying he's not a doctor?

It would seem not.

But I heard he delivered a baby.

Exactly.

But there seem to be certain complications.

Very good.

For a part payment. But a doctor...

Well, he's got to be worth more than this.

We'll be back.

Later.

- This is your passport? -Yes.

In that case, can you tell me

why you're listed as a mere civil servant?

And no mention of you being a doctor?

Either this passport is incorrect

or you're purporting to be something you're not, Mr Rall.

The passport...is correct.

What about my family?

Mr Rall, I'll get someone

and let them know what's going on.

Thank you. And there's one other thing.

What's that?

You suggested whoever smashed my windows

may have previously threatened me.

You inferred it was Mr Lennon.

And wasn't it?

No.

Mr Lennon is an ignorant, frightened bigot.

-But it wasn't him. - So you do know who did it?

SIGHS

DOOR LOCKS

Until CID take our bogus Dr Kildare off our hands,

I want this kept under our hats.

Right, sarge.

There's another report of badger-digging. Birley Wood.

- You what? - Maybe you were you asleep.

- Whereabouts, Alf? - Up from The Chase.

- Where you heard that truck. - What truck?

- I heard a Bedford. - Sure it was a Bedford?

You don't mistake their engines. Why?

Spit it out, Bradley.

Ian Lennon's got a Bedford.

The cow cake at the first dig,

I saw him feeding the stuff to his herd.

That's a bit of a tenuous connection.

And the prisoner, Mr Rall,

he's adamant that Lennon didn't break the window.

Meaning?

Well, if he wasn't responsible,

why did he get Nora to lie for him?

Unless he's covering up for something else?

There you are, Mr Hibbert.

Can you, er, go and get the tin now?

Why do you want it back?

Damaged stock. It could have gone off. You'll get a refund.

Or a credit note. Owt you like.

It sounds very fishy.

And how come if it's gone off you've got all them?

Oh, that... that... that's new stock.

I'll just swap mine, then.

You can't, I'm afraid. It's all spoken for.

Oh, I get it. You can get more for 'em!

He's keeping stuff back for special customers!

If you don't want to do it, don't bother.

I've got to go and...

See a man about a dog.

CHUCKLES

Shut... the other side of the truck.

If you're looking for the Lennons, no answer.

You haven't heard?

I'll see if the truck's anywhere.

Heard what?

You haven't spoken to Maggie, then?

Not since this morning. I've been on calls. Why?

Nora collapsed.

She was taken to hospital. Maggie went with her.

BELLAMY: Mike!

- What is it, Phil? - See what I've found.

Look at this.

What are they?

Tools of the trade.

I'll take a look around.

I don't understand. What's going on?

Those tools are used to get badgers out of their setts.

Badgers?

We think Ian's part of a team digging them out

and supplying them for fights.

Phil! Better take a look at this.

VEHICLE APPROACHING

Sounds like him.

What were you doing in there?

Mr Lennon, we believe you've been badger-baiting.

Accompany us to the station, please.

I don't see why you need the tins back.

It's a... it's a bit of a long story, that.

If you say it's for the best. Come on in. Come through.

-We're in a hurry. - I've made you a lovely pie.

Surely you're going to eat it. Come on.

Oh, we can't not eat it.

She's got a clean tablecloth and everything.

All right, but don't let it take all night.

It's very nice, Mrs Hepplethwaite.

You're right. You can hop it. You're not getting any.

CHUCKLES

There you go, Mr Greengrass.

Thank you. Very kind.

Have you got the other two, love?I gave you six.

Oh, that's right.

Well, don't let it get cold.

-Yes? -I have to get out of here!

Why?

Please. I'm worried about my children.

In what way, Mr Rall?

Look, I can't help you unless you tell me what's going on.

Well?

Shh.

KNOCK ON DOOR

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Shh.

If you're in there, can you open the door, please?

Shh.

DOOR OPENS, BELL DINGS

- Oh, hello, Mary. - Afternoon.

Are you all right?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

Hm?

Oh, no. It's, er... nothing.

Did my magazine come in?

Oh, yes. I'll get it for you.

Mr Rall's car was still there.

There was answer when I knocked.

Why do you think they were there?

I thought I heard one of the kiddies, sarge.

It fits in with what Mr Rall's being saying.

He's scared, but not on his behalf.

Why doesn't he just come out and tell us?

Perhaps he can't. Two men were asking after him.

And you think they're involved?

I'm not sure.

But I'm positive someone's been threatening him.

And his family.

I don't understand.

What have the badgers got to do with how I am?

It's likely you've contracted bovine TB.

It may have passed from the badgers to Ian's herd.

- And I got it from the milk? - Yes.

What about my baby?

He's fine, Nora. He's fine.

Does Ian know about this?

No.

I thought it best not to say till we're certain.

Poor Ian.

Why do you say that?

Something else he'll blame himself for.

He's a good man, really.

It's hard to stay that way when life keeps kicking you.

They weren't friends of Mr Rall. That was obvious.

According to Gina Mr Sykes and Mr Baldwin

are none too fond of immigrants.

So they're staying at the pub?

I think so. Why the renewed interest?

I think they might be threatening

Mr Rall and his family.

Oh. Hang on.

Best take a look at that.

BRADLEY: It's a letter to Rall. So?

Well, turn it over.

It's from Nyahururu, Kenya.

Not the sort of name you forget.

It's where Ashfordly family had a farm

and Andrew, Lord Ashfordly's brother,

spent some time out there.

He might be telling the truth about knowing them, then?

Exactly.

RINGS

Hello?Hello!

Who's there?

'Please, leave us alone!'

They went out ten minutes ago.

- Are their bags still here? - Yeah.

Look, what's going on, Mike?

Sorry, love. I can't say.

Can I speak to Lord Ashfordly, please?

Tell him it's Oscar Blaketon.

- SIGHS - ENGINE SPLUTTERS

ENGINE SPLUTTERS

I don't think you're going anywhere, love.

MAN: 'Message received, Alf. I'll pass it on.'

Where is he? Where's your husband?

He's gone. Run away.

He owes us.

You all do.

TYRES SCREECH

Oi!

There must be some mistake.

This is just a misunderstanding.

There's nothing for you, officer.

No? I wouldn't bet on it.

-He's here now. - MAN: Thanks.

Mr Hanscombe. Good evening. I'm Sergeant Craddock.

- If you'd like to follow me. - Thank you.

Phil, who's that?

Solicitor. Lord Ashfordly sent him to represent Rall.

CRADDOCK: Won't keep you a moment, Mr Hanscombe.

Bradley, quick as you can, my office.

Oh, Phil.

Your wife and children are in safe hands, Mr Rall.

Perhaps you'd like to make a statement.

The truth this time.

Yes.

I lied before. The passport you showed me is a fake.

I used it to enter the country under a false name.

So who are you?

My name is Deepak Chandrasekar.

Dr Chandrasekar.

Why let us think you weren't a doctor?

I needed a false identity in order to leave Kenya.

Some years ago I made enemies.

With independence, those enemies became powerful.

Eventually, it became imperative

for my client to leave the country.

By doing so illegally,

I put myself at the mercy of certain people here.

Extortionists?

They threatened to expose me and have us all deported.

I thought by coming to Yorkshire

we may be able to escape their attentions.

- But they found you? - Yes.

I may have mentioned my connection

to the Ashfordly family, possibly unwisely.

You boasted about it?

It was these men who smashed your window?

Yes.

Why didn't you tell us about this before?

And risk being deported?

Lord Ashfordly has petitioned the Home Office.

In return for information about the g*ng,

may be granted an amnesty.

And what's this got to do with Lord Ashfordly?

I made enemies in my country when I treated an Englishman

whose farm they had att*cked.

That action was seen as taking sides.

Andrew Ashfordly?

Yes.

SIGHS

Poor Nora.Still, at least we know what the problem is.

- It's not the end of it. - How do you mean?

The Medical Officer's got

to get the Ministry of Agriculture involved.

They're gonna have to test Ian's herd.

Just charge me and let me go.

Nora's got bovine TB.

They think she caught it by drinking unpasteurised milk

from one of your cows.

There's nothing wrong with the herd.

They probably got infected when you brought the badgers.

-The baby... - He's gonna be fine.

BRADLEY:The vet will be inspecting your livestock.

Any infected animals will be destroyed.

If a sufficient number test positive,

you're gonna lose the whole herd.

Your usual, Claude?

No, love. I'll have a brandy and pep.

I think I've got a dodgy stomach coming on.

Ah, Greengrass. I was hoping I'd see you in here.

The fairies have granted your wishes. What do you want?

I was wondering

how your mobile greengrocery business was going

and whether I should be looking to book a room

in your seaside guesthouse yet.

It's done, I've already reserved you one

overlooking a very dodgy cliff.

CHUCKLES

I was looking through the old papers

and I came across this.

It might be of interest. There we are. Front page.

- "Big win for local man." - What about it?

Mr Greaves!

OSCAR: Aye. Your predecessor, Greengrass.

It seems his luxury lifestyle by the sea

is not down to profits from his shop after all.

No. He won the pools.

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