11x06 - Old Masters

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

MUSIC: 'Catch The Wind' by Donovan

♪ In the chilly hours and minutes

♪ Of uncertainty, I want to be

♪ In the warm hold of your loving mind

♪ To feel you all around me

♪ And to take your hand along the sand

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

♪ When sundown pales the sky

♪ I want to hide awhile

♪ Behind your smile

♪ And everywhere I'd look

♪ Your eyes I'd find

♪ For me to love you now

Hello!

♪ Would be the sweetest thing

♪ T'would make me sing

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind ♪

HORN TOOTS

Ashfordly Hall opens to the public this week.

Trial run apparently. Volunteer, please.

Don't all shout at once, gentlemen.

DOG BARKING

- Where are the others? - What others?

The other police officers.

His lordship requested a minimum of three.

ALF: What Lord Ashfordly requested and what we can spare

are two totally different things.

These the mugs, then?

Lovers of England's rich heritage.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Ashfordly Hall.

My name is Vernon Scripps and I'm your tour guide.

If you would be so kind as to follow me.

MIKE: Right, sir, I'm on my way.

Seen my paper? I left it... Here it is.

I'm off to Carlston, sarge. A couple of firearms certificates.

Good. Take Nicholson with you. Show him the ropes.

Who's been at my crossword?

I filled in the odd one or two.

Oh, by the way, seven across is packing, not package.

Thank you, Nicholson.

Carry on.

Mike, a fiver if you lose him.

You're on.

The press.

Certainly, sir, yes. Go and stand by the fireplace.

No, I'm the press. Roy Pulver, Ashfordly Gazette.

Oh, I see! Oh, well, do have the tour

on Noble Endeavours Limited, Mr Pulver.

Yeah, I should think so and all at bob a time.

MUSIC: 'Ride On' by The Tremeloes

♪ Get you man just standing there

♪ You don't look scared, well, I don't care

♪ I wouldn't be in your shoes, son

♪ I'll tell you now you'd better run

♪ Get your cycle and ride on

♪ Ride away, yeah

♪ Don't you know you'd better not stay... ♪

Problem, sir?

Aye. I've half a mind to take it back where I got it.

Toddy's, Henty Street, Whitby.

Oh, yeah? Recently?

Aye, October .

He looked me in the eye, did Malcolm Toddy.

He said, "You'll not get a day's trouble with that."

Here we are.

HONK

My father used to have one. A very nice bike.

You set a cracking pace, Mike.

Ah! AJS .

It could be the points.

I can see what the problem is, Tom. Thank you.

I'll get a spanner.

- Bit of a know-all, is he? - No, just keen, that's all.

I'll tell you what, if you ever get fed up

with this beauty,

give me a call, will you?

Why don't you take it now?

Morning. PC Alf Ventress.

Eileen Jepson.

I'd like to ask you a question, Mrs Jepson, if you don't mind.

What about?

That coffee you're making, is there any going?

Huh!

How kind.

Now, what is this about, opening the house to the public?

Well, his lordship thinks the rest of us don't know,

but he's a bit short of the readies.

He should try living on my wages.

You should take the tour. It's very educational.

Yeah, I bet it is.

- Piece of cake? - I don't mind if I do.

VERNON: Er, shall we move on, ladies and gentlemen?

It was actually here, in the long gallery,

that Whitby's most illustrious son, Captain James Cook,

was actually commanded

to find the southern territory of Terra Australis.

Now as you know, Cook made two voyages to Australia.

Picture the scene, if you will.

The intrepid master mariner James Cook as he...

Some of these paintings weren't here in the th century.

Well, no.

"Picture the scene," you said.

Some of them weren't done when Captain Cook was alive.

Shall we move on, ladies and gentlemen?

This lot from the Staithes school, they certainly weren't here.

They're s. All worth a few bob.

Wouldn't you say?

Yes, well, would you like to follow me,

ladies and gentlemen?

The theme of shipping in the Ashfordly family continues,

and in fact, Bartholomew Roberts,

known as Black Bart, the famous West African pirate,

actually served as a midshipman

aboard one of Sir John Ashfordly's ships,

when it was registered with the British East India Company.

Now, you will know, of course...

HE WHISTLES

PHIL: A fiver.

How's the sergeant's exams going? - Oh, fine.

All you've got to do is a bit of reading.

- Grand shop, Perryman's. - I might have a go.

MIKE: Oh, yeah, why don't you? Have a crack.

Dinner tonight. Prawn cocktail, Coq au vin.

I used to be quite a chef. - Tom, Tom!

Did you get my biscuits, Nicholson?

Oh, Tom! I had these cleaned two days ago!

CRADDOCK: For heaven's sake, man, I ask you to run a simple errand!

Sorry. It was... it was an accident.

Clean this up. Bradley, open a window.

Where are my biscuits?

MUSIC: 'A Picture Of You' by Joe Brown

♪ Wah-ooh

♪ In the night

♪ There are sights to be seen

♪ Stars like jewels on the crown of a queen

♪ But the only sight I'd wanna view

♪ Wah-ooh

♪ Is that wonderful picture of you ♪

- You wanted to see me, m'lord? - Yes, come on in, Scripps.

How went the day?

Oh, splendidly, m'lord.

Do you know, I'm constantly surprised at folk's interest

in other people's business.

Well, as long as they'll pay good money for it.

How many parties did we have?

Er, just the two, m'lord, morning and afternoon.

We netted £ ! - And tomorrow?

Oh, five parties tomorrow, m'lord.

Five? Champion!

Your good health, Scripps.

Er, yes, and to you, m'lord.

And to Noble Endeavours Limited.

M'lord,

if I were to throw in the words...

diversification and expansion into the ring,

how would you react?

Cautiously.

Allow a couple of phrases to simmer gently in your mind, if you would.

Safari park. Air show.

Rock concert.

What's that smell?

Prawn cocktail sauce. Tom dropped a bottle of it.

Over my desk?

- Over my uniform. - Am I ever going to live this down?

Get the air freshener That might help.

You remember it, Mike?

Yeah, Craddock brought it in when we caught that sheep rustler.

Up at Mountfield, wasn't it?

Did he smell?

Only after he fell in the slurry. It must still be in the cells.

I'll get it.

You'll need a key.

MUSIC: 'Ride On' by The Tremeloes

♪ If you think you'd rather die

♪ Don't expect nobody to cry

♪Ooh wee ooh hoo ♪

♪ Get your cycle and ride on

♪ Ride away, yeah

♪ Don't you know you'd better not stay

♪ Get your cycle and ride on, ride on

♪ You'd better be gone... ♪

FLOORBOARD CREAKS LOUDLY

KEY TURNS IN LOCK

Who's there?

Mike? Is that you?

VERNON: Ashfordly Estate, m'lord,

and its place in farming history.

We don't have a place. We were in shipping.

Yes, well, minor detail.

What the devil's this?

I found it in the shed at Lower Farm.

I thought it must be agricultural.

No, I, I think this is for -

Look it up in the book. Let me know.

A word, Scripps, if I may?

Morning, Mrs Jepson.

Morning, sir.

You hold that and I'll show you, if I put that...

I've been thinking about what you said last night. Rock concert?

I take it you meant Bob Dylan, Isle of Wight?

, people paying for the privilege, that kind of thing?

Tell me I'm seeing things?

I think the point is, you're "not" seeing things.

PHONE RINGS

Bill, you'll never guess who this is!

'You're right there, mate, he won't.'

Bill Weatherby died three years ago.

'I'm his nephew, Steven Collier.'

Bill Weatherby, dead?

Grieve for him in your own time. Mine's valuable.

You've taken over the business from him?

Aye. What have you got?

Four sketches. Preparatory work for oil paintings,

and they do not come any classier.

John Constable.

And you are?

George Woodford.

Provenance?

Tucked in the back of the pictures.

I'm not interested.

What?

Well, Bill would have been.

Bill would have jumped at 'em.

MIKE: And all four sketches were by the same artist?

John Constable, constable.

CRADDOCK: Valued at how much?

At the last count, £ , each.

My guess is, they'd still be hanging on that wall,

if you'd sent three officers as requested,

instead of the one, who spent most of his time in the kitchen.

Can you vouch for your own staff, my lord?

Well, of course I can! Most of them have been with us since the flood.

Except Eileen Jepson.

VERNON: We took her on a fortnight ago.

Just general duties, you know? Tea making, tickets...

That sort of thing. - Have a word with her, Bradley.

Right, sarge.

Mr Scripps, whose idea was this? Opening to the public?

When it's all going well, it's his lordship's.

When it's going badly, it's mine.

Mr Scripps, I'd be grateful if you'd accompany us to the station.

- What for? - It looks as if our art thief

was among the visitors to the hall yesterday.

In which case, you've met him.

In the gallery, did you notice anything odd?

No, but then, folk in a queue all look the same to me.

Did anyone ask you about your job here?

More to the point, did you talk to anybody about it?

I don't like the sound of this, constable.

It's purely routine, I can assure you.

Nothing to worry about.

I think you should take a few days off.

MIKE: My lord, I...

I'll be in touch again as soon as all this is over.

Hey! No! No! Scripps! Scripps!

Sorry, Scripps, change of plan.

Ladies and gentlemen, the house is closed, no visitors. Turn round,

take them away again. - I've just picked them up!

Get 'em back to the station and get 'em off my property.

Don't argue with me, Scripps! Get them going. Move!

Right, Mr Scripps.

Who have you told about this new venture with Lord Ashfordly?

Friends, family. No one of a criminal nature.

We'll be the judge of that. Names, please.

Sergeant, look,

I know you think I'm hiding something,

but my life is an open book.

All right, one or two pages may be a bit dog-eared, certainly.

One or two of the pages are downright missing, Mr Scripps.

Who handled the publicity for Noble Endeavours Limited?

Well, I have,

but it's mainly adverts in the local press.

I mean, I don't list what's on display!

Vernon, listen, our man is a professional.

He knew what he wanted, ignored everything else.

So, who told him where they were?

VERNON: How many times have I got to say it?

I'm sorry, I can't help you!

Actually, there was one man that stood out from the crowd.

WOMAN: George! Where are you?

I'm upstairs!

No, you're not upstairs, you're in here!

Look!

Oh! Ohh!

What's wrong?

Why should anything be wrong just because I'm not where I said I was?

Why aren't you up at the hall?

I'm off until they sort out the burglary.

Oh.

I thought I'd come up and see you!

Oh, George!

Oh, you wicked, wicked man.

What have you been up to?

Er, I've been proving that there's no master

like an old master.

What a waste of time.

Thank you, Mr Scripps.

This ad in the local paper he was on about,

I'd like to have a look at it.

You think he's made it sound like an easy target?

Very possibly. Ashfordly Gazette, anybody?

Alf, I saw you with it last.

What the devil's this?

PHONE RINGS

PHIL: Ashfordly Police.

It adds insult to injury.

- Chief Constable wants a word. - I'm not surprised.

Morning, sir.

CAR APPROACHES

Just the job, Scripps.

I'm not sure that Vernon will see it that way, m'lord.

Into the house with it and fence everything off.

I want at least six feet between the public and the exhibits.

Oh, your lordship.

We've now decided that the mystery, erm... tool

isn't for holding a cow down during labour.

OSCAR READS We can all sympathise

with a police force of whom so much is demanded.

However, to see one of its number, replete with sponge cake,

asleep on duty,

does not inspire public confidence.

Poor old Alf, eh?

He's not a young man any more, Gina. I keep saying to him,

"Put your papers in, Alf, while you've still got a lust for life."

Can I quote you on that?

Why would you want to?

I wrote the article and you're an ex-copper,

and now there's a burglary, I'm doing a follow-up.

Er, just take me back over what I just said.

You implied that PC Ventress was past it.

- I didn't say that. - It sounded like it to me.

What I said was, the local force is under so much pressure these days,

it's not surprising, you know?

Sometimes a...

Eh, Mr Ventress! Got your phone call and here I am.

Can I buy you a pint?

If you do, I shall probably break it over your head.

Can I have a word?

You do realise there's nothing personal in all this, don't you?

I'm just a bloke trying to earn a living.

There's nothing personal in what I'm going to say to you.

Then we see it from a similar angle.

I'd hardly say that.

Thanks to my appearing on your front page,

I now have to fight to restore my good name.

Apart from my photo yesterday, what were you doing?

The guided tour. Why?

So, when you left the group to take a snap of me,

did you pass the library where the sketches were?

I don't know.

Why? What if I did?

Well, did you or didn't you?

Might have done.

- Welcome to our list of suspects. - That's outrageous!

This is an article in one of the Sunday papers at least.

Oh, yes, I can see it now.

Copper Caught Napping Fingers Ashfordly Hack.

What about the other photos you took?

Presumably, I wasn't your only subject.

No, but why should I help?

Because if you don't, you'll get nicked.

HE SIGHS

Right. Let's see what you've got.

Er, this fellow with the notebook and the pencil.

Any idea who he is?

None.

He's not one of your lot?

Oscar, would you give us a hand?

Ring any bells?

No, can't say he does.

Well, I'll be blowed!

Well, I didn't think he was still alive,

let alone active.

Yeah, it's George Woodford, sergeant.

Is that supposed to mean something to me?

You must remember him, surely?

In his day, the most accomplished art thief north of Manchester.

The photo taken yesterday at Ashfordly Hall.

How the devil he slipped past me,

I shall never know. - Really?

Yeah, I remember he used to ride an old AJS.

He used to use it to get away cross-country.

We fixed it for him yesterday morning.

Right, bring him in.

Was it you, Mike?

Sorry?

The cells. Did you lock me in?

Well, we drew lots.

That's not an answer!

More to the point, was it you that let me out?

SHE GROANS

What's wrong?

It's my wife, her waters have broke and my car is...

- Tom, Tom. Get her in the car. - What about George Woodford?

Go to his house and talk to him. You can do that on your own.

Just remember he's years old. I'll join you when I can.

All right, you come with me.

SHE GROANS

Right. Good luck.

Mr Woodford?

MUFFLED VOICE

HE MUMBLES

Hold on, George. I'll soon have you free.

HE MUMBLES

Behind you!

Argh!

GEORGE: Help!

GEORGE: Where's the doctor?

- Why, what's wrong? - I thought you were her.

It's your mate, the know-all. He's been hurt.

As you know, this room has one of the highlights of Ashfordly Hall.

Over here, by the window, this table.

Now this table is the actual table that Bram Stoker wrote Dracula at.

It was given to Lord John Ashfordly

in as a thank you for his stay here

and for allowing him to do his research.

Research into what, vampires?

No, Whitby.

And vampires.

This library, after all,

houses one of the finest private book collections in Europe.

So they must be worth a few bob.

Well, of course they are.

So, how is he?

He'll need stitches but apart from that he's fine.

Can you hold the pad, Tom?

Press down on the cut.

Look, I'll take him to the hospital.

It's all right, I'm going that way. And as for you, Mr Woodford...

- What about me? - For a start,

I'll get on to Eileen. - No...

She'll have this mess sorted out in no time.

- Eileen who? - Williams.

No, Jepson. Eileen Jepson, your cleaner.

Are you all right, George?

Of course I'm all right.

Yes, well,

even so, I'd like you to take it easy,

at least for the rest of the day.

What about this fella that ransacked my house?

Who was he? What was he after?

We'll talk about it at the station.

Could you both please listen to me?

George, this is serious, you have to take today quietly.

What did you think we'll do to him?

I'm sorry, Mike. Where did you learn medicine?

Don't have a go at me.

You two are bickering like my wife and I used to.

Excuse me. I'll just go and get my jacket. Oh!

Tea would be nice.

CRADDOCK: Mr Woodford, this is not a roadside cafe.

Sorry. I'll have whatever's going.

Right. Let's sum up, shall we?

We have some stolen sketches, an attempted robbery

and a serious as*ault on one of my police officers.

Well, nobody could argue against that.

Do you know the man who assaulted PC Nicholson?

No. He just came into my home, and he said,

"Where do you keep your money?"

So you've never seen him before.

I just said "no".

Suppose these events were linked.

I don't see how they can be.

Well, the sketches were stolen on the very day that you,

a famous art thief, visited the Hall.

So?

- And then your house was burgled. - I said he was looking for money.

CRADDOCK: And not for the sketches which you'd stolen.

No.

So, we're talking about a coincidence, here, are we?

Well, yes.

It is uncanny, I grant you, but, er...

then things often are, aren't they?

Where does Eileen Jepson fit in?

Or Williams, as you renamed her up at your cottage.

It is Jepson, isn't it? - Aye.

She's a friend of yours, right?

She, er... does for me.

Mondays, upstairs. Wednesdays, down.

And she just so happens to work at the Hall.

So what?

So, suddenly you're not quite so confident are you, Mr Woodford?

Look, we've no desire to see a man of your years go to prison.

At last, we agree on one thing.

So, let me put this to you, Mrs Jepson stole the sketches,

because frankly at your age we think it unlikely...

Oh, I do wish you wouldn't keep going on about my age.

Fair enough.

But you're hardly in the prime are you, Mr Woodford?

You roped in Mrs Jepson to help you.

I think we should have a word with her.

Ventress, find out where Eileen Jepson lives will you?

And bring her in... - No!

No, what?

You're wrong about her.

I don't need help.

Help with what?

Don't you know my track record?

I've handled paintings

that most folk only see on jigsaw puzzles or tea trays.

I've had the real thing pass through my hands.

I don't need help with a few sketches.

So, where are they?

In my living room.

In a hiding place between the chimney breast and a cupboard.

Hidden by some loose moulding.

VERNON: I take it you've seen our friend.

Who is he?

He's the one I told Craddock about.

He was here the first day,

asking the price of everything and making notes.

And he's at it again today.

Right.

Could I have a word, sir?

Excuse me.

Certainly. What can I do for you?

I believe this is your second visit.

Er, that's right.

Did you find the place so interesting

you had to come back for more?

That's one way of putting it, yes.

I believe you were here the day of the burglary.

If you think you're onto something, constable, you're wrong.

MUSIC: 'Catch The Wind' by Donovan

♪ When rain has hung the leaves with tears

♪ I want you near, to k*ll my fears

♪ To help me to leave all my blues behind... ♪

I don't know where they are, do I?

If you don't, Mr Woodford, who does?

The bloke ransacking my house. Ask him.

You said he left empty-handed

and the sketches were carefully hidden.

I was wrong.

Er...

And you-and you were right.

You were right, he did take them.

And he wrapped them up in a whatsit, a... a-a tea cloth.

A tea cloth.

It's all coming back to me.

So you told him where to find them.

Well, I must have done.

MIKE: How did you do that? You had a gag over your mouth.

What? Well, he took it off.

I told him and he put it back on.

No doubt he very kindly replaced the moulding as well.

Well, I don't know, do I?

People are funny like that.

CRADDOCK: This is not a game of hide and seek

where you steal the drawings and we have to hunt them down.

This is a very serious matter indeed

which led to an officer being assaulted.

You will probably go to prison

for your part in it. - No, no!

You said you wouldn't want a man of my age...

I know what I said and I regret it.

Sit down, Mr Woodford.

MIKE: Mr Woodford?

George.

It's all right, I...

I've been expecting something.

CRADDOCK: Ambulance. Get an ambulance.

MIKE: We don't have time, we'd better take him.

- How is he? - We don't know yet.

I told you to take it easy.

This is easy?

No.

Still, it's kind of right, isn't it?

Keeling over in a country nick.

HE CHUCKLES

I've been in so many. - You're not going anywhere.

Don't be daft, woman.

It's been on the cards for months.

You told me so yourself. - George, please.

Don't go soft on me.

I couldn't bear that.

What should I say? That I'm glad you're going out with a bang?

That's what this is all about, isn't it?

Stealing the sketches.

One last crack.

My jacket.

A letter.

Inside pocket.

- To Eileen Jepson. - Yes.

My will.

I carry it around with me just in case.

- Do you want me to send for her? - No. No.

They'll think she's in on it.

Just give it to her.

years ago...

she'd have suited me down to the ground.

That fella Mike.

His name's Mike.

Give him my AJS.

I've no further use for it.

- It's been quite a week, Bradley. - It certainly has, sarge.

Young Nicholson assaulted. Ashfordly's drawings stolen. Twice.

The man who stole them first...

heart attack whilst being interviewed.

I've got a feeling the worst isn't over yet.

I'm afraid we've lost him.

He's had a grand send-off.

Are you going to the wake?

I don't know.

My colleague, Mike Bradley,

reckons that he was more than someone you just did for.

Then your colleague would have been right.

I've know some very ordinary men in my time.

George Woodford was not one of them.

A dangerous man, eh? Even at ?

I didn't know excitement had to be for the young.

Do you think he knew him,

this man who broke in and tied him up?

I've no idea. Why?

Well, whoever he is, he may or may not have the sketches.

I don't think he has.

George swore that he left empty-handed.

But when Mike couldn't find the sketches,

George altered his story.

Oh, well, George was .

He was confused, maybe?

No. No.

I reckon he thought you'd taken them.

And he was covering up for you.

Me?

A woman who does, if she's thorough, she'd have found that hiding place

beside the chimney.

Now, if you did take them,

George is not the only man to bend the rules.

Fancy a walk?

Well, for a man of , he certainly had some dodgy friends.

Look at him over there. - What, the one facing us?

Yeah.

I'm sure I've seen his face on the telly, you know?

Some bank robber, I think.

Gina, that's Detective Chief Inspector Barry, Manchester CID.

On the other hand,

that proper-looking gent he's talking to is Michael John Phillips.

He'd rob his own mother...

if he knew who she was.

Dr Summerbee, there's a call for you.

Thank you, sergeant. Excuse me.

Is Tricia, well, you know, spoken for, do you think?

Spoken for?

There's an old-fashioned phrase.

Well, is she?

No, she's not.

You don't sound too sure.

I'm sure.

Thanks, Gina, Oscar. Duty calls.

Ta-ra, Tricia.

It's a shame she's got to go, isn't it?

EILEEN: Best plot on the site, don't you reckon?

ALF: I wouldn't have believed he had it in him, the old codger.

EILEEN: He hated doing it, of course.

But he hated paying the greengrocer even more.

Well, er, why have you brought me down here, then?

Dr Summerbee phoned just after she'd been up to the cottage that day.

Wanted me to sort out the mess.

Well, I went up there, left the mess,

and rescued the sketches.

So we'd have no case against him.

- That's right. - How did you know they were there?

I'd seen them in his kitchen the day they went missing.

And just in case you lot were planning to search my place,

I brought them down here.

You mean, , quids-worth of national treasure,

is stashed away on a North Riding allotment?

I was going to put them back in the library

but his lordship had laid me off.

Then George died and I thought, "What the hell, I'll keep them."

- No, you didn't. - I did.

I thought if things are going... - No, you did not.

No. You never thought for one minute you'd keep them, is that clear?

Not that I'd have known what to do with them any more than George did.

Any more than George did?

He knew exactly what to do with them.

He phoned up his usual dealer,

to find he'd been dead for three years.

His nephew had taken over the business, wasn't interested.

What's going on?

Oh, for my sergeant's exams.

Oh, give me strength.

That's how the sketches went missing in the first place.

You lot not keeping your eye on the ball.

I was there till you took the visitors outside.

What's the problem?

He's here again!

Bold as brass.

Look at him. Taking notes now. Totting up everything.

I tell you, his lordship will come down to breakfast one day

and find the place empty.

Vernon, we know who took the sketches and it wasn't him.

CRADDOCK: Where were they?

ALF: On George's allotment, sarge. In a shed.

How did Mrs Jepson know they were there?

She didn't.

It was pure guesswork on my part, sarge.

I see, what are you doing?

Phoning a fence. Old Bill Weatherby. Who, as it happens, is dead.

PHONE RINGS

Good afternoon. Could I speak to Bill Weatherby, please?

Not without a ouija board.

- I beg your pardon? - 'He fell off his perch.'

Three years ago. - "Dead?"

As the proverbial.

Well, who are you, then?

I take it you do know the line of work that Bill was in?

What have you got?

Georgian silver.

I'm up at Whitby market tomorrow.

Fetch it over. I'll have a look.

Who shall I ask for?

Stall number five.

- I reckon he's your man, sarge. - Why?

He was the only person that George spoke to

about the sketches except us. - What about your friend Mrs Jepson?

Yes, but it was definitely a man who hit me over the head, sarge.

Would you know him if you saw him again?

- Yes, sarge. - All right.

Whitby market tomorrow.

I'll clear it with the superintendent.

CRADDOCK: Do you know what a market overt is?

- No, sergeant. - This is one.

This is one. Established in the Middle Ages.

They enable anybody to buy goods, stolen or otherwise,

and have immediate title to them, no questions asked.

How's your head? - Fine, sarge.

Stitches out tomorrow. - Good, good.

It was you wasn't it, sarge?

- Me, what? - Let me out of the cell.

Well... I had it done to me once as a young copper.

I said I didn't mind, of course. But, I did.

That's him, sarge!

- Our man? - Brown jacket and tie.

- Are you sure? - Positive.

Eat up, Ventress, you're on.

- Two sugars. - As always.

Help you? - I certainly hope so.

I spoke to you on the phone. Er, Georgian silver?

Right.

Old mate of Uncle Billy's.

I'm afraid that I wasn't candid with you on the phone.

Georgian silver, no. But something much more interesting.

John Constable.

Four of them.

I wondered who it was. Got there before me.

Where are the others?

I left them at the station. Police station.

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Good morning, my lord. Your sketches.

- You found them? - Not before time, I'd say.

Fair point. But credit where credit's due.

Thank you, Sgt Craddock. - All in the line of duty, my lord.

Now, my lord,

may I suggest that we lose the extra security and return to normal?

There's a coach-load due in at any minute.

Righto, Scripps.

Give Mrs Jepson a call, will you?

Very decorative woman. Tell her she can have her job back.

ALF: I don't think she'd be interested.

She seems to have come into some money.

What is it with this man?

- Lord Ashfordly. - Who are you?

Robert Price. I'd like a word about insurance.

- I've got plenty. - Well, that's a matter of opinion.

Your present cover is arranged through us.

When the Hall opened to the public,

the premium automatically rose tenfold.

What?

It either continues to be a public attraction

at times the premium,

or else returns to being a private dwelling.

We await your instructions. - VERNON: Listen, mate,

there's plenty of brokers in this town, you know?

As his lordship'll tell you.

You can have my instructions now, Mr Price.

As of this moment, Ashfordly Hall is closed to the public.

VERNON: Your lordship!

- My mind is made up, Scripps. - Yes, but...

Er, ladies and gentlemen.

There's a slight change of plan. Everybody back on the bus, please.

You'll be delighted to hear that this afternoon's tour

is the ruined abbeys of the Yorkshire Moors.

Get on, get on!