12x20 - Moving Target

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat, why does

♪ a love kiss stay

♪ in my memory? ♪

♪ Call out the instigators

♪ Because there's something in the air

♪ We've got to get together sooner or later

♪ Because the revolution's here

♪ And you know it's right

♪ And you know that it's right ♪

- Hello, there. - Hi.

Boy, you don't see many of these round here.

You won't see many anywhere.

Could you give me a lift to the nearest village?

I need a tow truck. - I'll call one out.

Save you the trip. - Oh, wonderful.

Delta Alpha - to Control.

Come in, Mike.

There's a broken-down vehicle on the Upper Moorland Road

about half a mile from the crossroads.

Could you call the garage and get a tow truck?

Driver with vehicle?

'Yes. You can't miss it. It's a Bentley. Out.'

I didn't expect to be rescued by the local constabulary. Tim Barnet.

Sorry. - Don't worry.

DC Mike Bradley. Nice to meet you. I've got to go.

The garage isn't far. They won't be long.

Thanks very much.

Hole straight through the head. That's pretty neat sh**ting.

Some folk'll sh**t owt that moves. They don't have to bear the cost.

Morning.

Sarge said there was something you wanted me to take a look at.

A ruddy so-and-so taking a pot shot at my sheep.

I'd say more like target practice.

And with a high-powered r*fle.

♪ You, you're driving me crazy

♪ What did I do?

♪ To you? ♪

- Is this a Bentley? - Not just any Bentley.

She's a Bentley Mulliner Sports Saloon.

Once the proud property of a duchess.

So, er... are you the chauffeur then?

No, no. I bought this wonderful vehicle in terrible condition.

Someone had no idea what was in his barn.

It's taken me two years to restore her.

This is my first real outing. I knew something would go wrong!

I hope you know what.

I'm not over-familiar with these old Bentleys.

I have a fair idea but I need to order some parts.

We can do that for you. Come with me.

- Target practice? - Something like that.

All five animals were shot in the head.

Steve recovered one of the b*ll*ts.

Very zealous of you, Crane.

I'd say it came from a high-powered r*fle.

You, Ventress and Bellamy can go through the firearm certificates.

Anyone with a r*fle registered, I want you to pay them a visit.

Sheep may be two-a-penny round here,

but I won't have them used as target practice.

Do you think that will take all three of us, sarge?

I beg your pardon, Crane. Do you have a more pressing engagement?

No, sarge.

- I can take this to Ballistics. - Are you short of work as well?

It's all very well being promoted to CID,

but when do I get a proper job?

Bureaucratic wheels take time to turn.

You have to be patient.

And in the meantime, all I'm doing is investigating dead sheep.

Is that a real Bentley?

Bentley Sports Saloon.

Then you must be a toff or a villain.

Which is it? - Susie! Take no notice of her.

Or mad. That's the other possibility.

It took him six months just to rebuild the chassis.

I'm a sad case.

It's going to take me a couple of days to repair her.

So I was wondering if you could fix me up with a room.

Yeah. Certainly.

Well, he can give my chassis a once-over any time.

Shh!

I was just passing and...

..I wondered if you fancied dinner tonight.

Would that be chippy, Chinese, or knife, fork and napkin?

- I'm looking for Dr Merrick? - Do you have an appointment?

Perhaps you'd inform her that James Robson is here.

I'm a former colleague from St Thomas's.

I'll see if she's free.

- St Thomas's? London, isn't it? - Yes, indeed.

You'd better come in.

Charming, if a little rustic for my taste.

It's very quiet around here. Do you miss the hustle and bustle?

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

I phoned but you never return my calls.

So in the end I was obliged to come here in person.

I've got surgery about to start.

Then I'll wait.

Getting the engine re-bored was a bit of a problem.

This friend of mine recommended a chap down in Surrey.

If I talk about cars in here, I get told to shut up.

But you're not sex-on-a-butty, are you, Bern?

No offence.

None taken, I'm sure.

You made it then.

Ah!

Gina, would you get erm... DC Bradley a drink.

And his friend.

Oh, that's very kind but he'll have an orange juice.

I'd be stuck on the moors if it weren't for you.

Then I would never have discovered this place

and its gorgeous landlady.

He's got a silver tongue, this one.

How's the Bentley? It should soon be fixed, once I get the parts.

- I'm more of a bike man. - Yeah? What do you ride?

- A Triumph Bonneville. - Ah-ha! Excellent machine.

I'm sure he could fix one of those too.

You should pin your ears back, Phil. You might learn something.

MUSIC: 'Thunderbirds Theme'

AS PARKER: Where to, m'lady?

AS LADY PENELOPE: To the shops, Parker.

I need a new fur coat.

AS PARKER: Very well, m'lady...

Oh! Sorry, I was just...

Don't worry, Dave. That's all right.

I tell you what, when she's fixed,

you can take her out for a real spin.

Let me guess.

Coughs, colds and sneezes with the odd bit of sciatica thrown in?

Can I make you some tea?

- I hope you don't mind. - Of course not.

Oh, Lizzie, you're not cut out to be a country GP.

Oh, and being a consultant's mistress,

the butt of every cheap joke and innuendo

is the path to professional satisfaction?

I've missed you so much, you know.

We agreed this was for the best.

Answer me one question.

Are you truly happy?

No. And neither am I.

Not having you around has really made me take stock of my life.

OK, so, professionally, I have been very fortunate.

But without the woman I love by my side,

what's the point in it all?

I'm not a man given to flowery statements, you know that, but...

Well, I can't do without you, Liz. It's as simple as that.

I just want you back.

What have you told Helen?

Well, nothing as yet.

I will tell her I'm leaving, I promise you.

But I have to consider the children.

The timing has to be right.

If you'll just come back to London we can sort this all out.

You've had three years to sort it out.

- It's different now. - Is it?

Where does Helen think you are?

There's a medical conference in York.

I'm giving a paper in the morning.

How very convenient.

Lizzie, I simply want you back.

- Yes. On your terms. - I didn't come with expectations.

I've booked a room in the local pub,

if you don't believe me. - That's you being clever.

- I need you, Lizzie! - And what about what I need?

What difference is one more night going to make?

You were keen before, as far as I recall!

Have you found some bucolic local for a roll in the hay?

I see you're as selfish as ever.

If you will excuse me, us poor country GPs

have a lot of paperwork.

♪ I know all there is to know about the crying game...

I was just about to lock up.

With my help you could have been a consultant in five years.

You're a fool, Liz. - I was but I'm not any more.

Fancy a drink? - I'm meeting Dennis.

But he won't mind waiting.

♪ Then there are sighs

♪ And then before you know where you are

♪ You're saying goodbye

g*nsh*t

What the...?

SIREN

I don't believe it. He was just with me.

MERTON: Have some brandy. It'll help.

- He came to visit you? - I er... He...

I worked for him at St Thomas's.

He was attending a conference in York.

I don't understand any of this.

He was just with me. How could he get shot?

We're trying to find out.

We've got men searching the area around the pub.

MERTON: It would help if you give us

a few personal details about him. If you feel up to it.

We had a row.

I chucked him out.

How could such a terrible thing happen?

We can talk later.

- No. I want to help now. - I'll get you some more brandy.

His name is James Robson, Consultant Orthopaedic Surgeon.

I was his senior house officer at St Thomas's.

I was also his mistress. It's why he was here.

He wanted me to go back. - We'll have to contact his wife.

She doesn't know of the affair and he has children.

Are you sure she knows nothing?

He wouldn't tell her. It's why we split and I came here.

Could you think of anyone who'd like to see him dead?

- Good to see you again, Dennis. - And you, sir.

You can set up the Incident Room in here.

Went to the post-mortem first thing. A single shot to the head.

I'm sure Bradley told you about the sheep?

Yes. I've asked Ballistics to compare the b*ll*ts.

Bradley and another constable were there when it happened.

Could he have been aiming at them? - It is possible.

Except it was a very clean shot.

Which suggests that Robson was the intended target.

Who are we looking at? Wife? Ex-lover?

Dr Merrick has an alibi for the time of the sh**ting.

With your girlfriend, I gather.

Jenny works for Dr Merrick.

As for Mrs Robson, I spoke to her in London just after the incident.

She's arriving by the afternoon train.

She sounded devastated.

Milk and two sugars, if I remember rightly, sir.

That's good timing, Ventress.

I was in the pub. As you know.

David! Where were you when this chap got shot?

- Oh, I don't know. - Did you hear a shot?

Yeah, we both heard it.

We were here, sort of looking her over, having a chat.

That's right.

I don't think we realised what it was at the time.

It sounded more like a car back-firing to me.

Yeah, it was a bit like a car.

Right. Well, thanks.

Do you fancy a jar later?

When I've questioned the village, I'll need more than one.

Bernard. - Michael.

DEPARTING STEAM TRAIN

- Mrs Robson. - Yes.

- PC Ventress. - You're the one I spoke to?

That was my sergeant.

I don't really understand how it happened.

Was my husband in an accident?

Let's get you to the station. They'll explain it.

Bradley.

You'd better have a look at this, sir.

There's scorching over there

where the muzzle flash went through.

You've got sharp eyes, Bradley.

The bracken's been flattened.

He puts a coat down or something to lay on.

He sets up his r*fle...

..and then waits for his target.

If he made a shot from this range, and at night,

he's quite a marksman.

It's lucky he didn't hit Phil or me.

Shot?

You mean with a g*n?

How? Was it an accident?

We don't think so.

I understand you know Dr Merrick. She's here. She...

Liz? Yes.

Yes. - I'm so sorry, Mrs Robson.

I don't understand any of it.

How can he be dead?

Why?

I don't know.

- What do I say to the children? - Don't worry about that now.

What am I going to do?

Let me give you a sedative.

I need to find somewhere to stay.

We can put you up in a local hotel, or...

I...I've got a spare room. You can stay with me.

Oh. Thank you, Liz. Thank you.

MERTON: We can talk later.

There will be some formalities.

Well, what do you make of that?

Do you think she knew about the affair?

- It doesn't look like it. - Where does that leave us?

Looking for a needle in a haystack.

There you go.

Is it true about him being Dr Merrick's lover?

They're old colleagues. That's all I know.

- Come on, Jen. - Ask them.

- Have you caught anyone yet? - Oh, give us a chance.

We've spent half of the afternoon watching forensics

picking b*ll*ts out of sheeps' brains.

I don't think we want to know that.

Oh, we're here to collect all the stuff from Robson's room.

It won't be too hard. He never unpacked his bag.

I'd never have imagined such goings on in a sleepy village like this.

We're not that sleepy.

You should stick around. - Maybe I will.

Yeah, do us all a favour.

- I didn't mean to give offence. - Not much.

Are you and Gina...

I'm sorry. I didn't realise.

There's nothing to realise.

Some people are just extremely childish.

What about the conference? Someone should call them.

I've already done it.

He said he'd pop in and see you if he had the time.

I wish he hadn't.

You were important to him, Liz.

He was very well regarded.

He thought you were wasted as a country GP.

I was never cut out for the politics

of a big London teaching hospital.

I know...

how much you meant to him.

I'll...go and make some hot milk.

That might help you sleep.

- Any luck? - Not so far.

Station's practically taken over by CID.

Poor thing. Why don't you come back to mine

and I'll cook you some supper.

Best offer I've had all day.

Thanks, Gina. Come on, Phil. We'd better go.

- I'm sorry. - Just go home, Phil.

- DAVID: ..old one, like Mr Barnet. - What are you going on about?

I could get a chauffeur's uniform with the peak cap and everything.

We could hire it out for weddings and all sorts.

You're showing worrying signs of turning into another Vernon.

Am I?

I don't know what she sees in him. Just his flash car.

I thought it was over between you two.

- Yeah, well. - I'll see you tomorrow, mate.

g*nsh*t

Mike!

Phil! Come here. Quick.

- Phil! - Get back inside! All of you!

Get back!

- Easy, lad. - It's just my arm.

It's my arm. - It came from over there.

I'm going to go take a look.

Be careful, Mike. Don't give him another target.

Wait for back-up!

Can you believe it? The guy has the nerve to come back

to the same place the next night.

Mike.

- Spent cartridge? - Yup.

It's a . NATO.

I'd say this came from a British army sn*per r*fle.

Thanks.

You're lucky it was superficial.

The b*llet must just have grazed him.

Phil, come here.

Hey, I'm all right.

Really. I'm all right.

It looks very much like there's a nutter on the loose.

He fancies his chances with police officers.

His first victim may have been a mistake.

The questions we have to ask are: is he a stranger or is he local?

He's a skilled marksman. Probably been in the army

and likely to have a grudge against the police.

So, roadblocks, door-to-door enquiries.

I want no stone left unturned.

Sergeant, I want your lads to concentrate

on local families with military connections.

We're checking. There are about .

So find me one with a chip on his shoulder. Who sh**t.

Morning, Nathaniel. Can we have a word?

Aye.

If you must.

What's young Frank doing these days?

Is he still in the army?

Some unpronounceable name in Germany.

- Is that him? - Aye.

What's the trophy for?

Marksmanship. He were top of his class.

Does he get much leave, Nathaniel?

He doesn't visit me, if he does.

Don't you want to know why we're interested?

Not particularly.

You coppers come nosing round, usually means trouble.

Is that what Frank feels too?

He doesn't like the police?

I nicked Frank a couple of times when he was a kid.

He was a tearaway, but it was mainly petty stuff.

Could have been enough to give him a grudge against the police.

The army was the making of the lad. I've seen him since.

Come on.

There's no way he's turned into the nutter we're looking for.

Are you sure about that, Alf?

This lad hardly gets to pick up a r*fle, according to his dad.

The Jackson boy's in Hong Kong.

- Told him about Frank Clegghorn? - I was just getting to him.

I've been on the phone to the MOD. Frank Clegghorn

was dishonourably discharged from the army two months ago.

- Where's Frank, Mr Clegghorn? - You lot never give up, do you?

You never leave us in peace! - It's easier if you tell us.

Oh, aye? Who for?

- We've got a warrant to search. - Don't let out my pigs

or it'll be you lot chasing 'em! - Right, lads!

Frank left the army months ago. Where is he?

How should I know?

He went to London. He's not been here.

Sir. Over here.

A Harley Davidson.

That's a very nice bike, Mr Clegghorn.

But I don't think it's quite your style, is it?

Just...tell the children I'll be back as soon as I can.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Bye.

- Can I make you some toast? - I'm really not that hungry.

I don't think I slept a wink.

It will get easier.

I don't see how.

I'm no good on my own. I seem to end up in such a mess.

James always... - You have to get through this.

How? All the financial things -

paying bills, James did all that.

What about your family?

Surely they can help you.

Oh, my sister's got three children of her own.

My brother's always away.

James will have appointed an executor.

Do you know who that might be?

No.

Oh, it's all so awful.

I don't even begin to see how I'll manage.

People do. They have to.

Now you've got a nanny, you've got money...

I'm sure he had plenty of life insurance.

You think he'd have been far happier with you, don't you?

What do you mean?

A man like him needed to have affairs. I understood that.

I was very glad when it was someone like you.

I suppose some women are more suited to being wives

and others, who go in for careers,

like you, are better as mistresses.

I didn't realise you knew.

Jamie and I had few secrets.

Don't look so worried, Liz. I'm really not upset about it.

I always wanted us to be friends.

I have to go. I have a number of house calls.

I'll see you later, then.

I'll try to stop being quite so pathetic.

ON RADIO: 'Do Wah Diddy Diddy' by Manfred Mann

That's great, Dave. Thank you.

Gina sent these over for you. She must really fancy you.

Do you know something, Susie? I've only got eyes for you.

I've met your type before - not to be trusted.

I suppose it's empty over there, is it?

Of regulars. But it's full of coppers.

That till hasn't stopped ringing. - What are they doing?

Search me. Waiting for the next person to get shot, I suppose.

I missed the last one. I was down in the cellar changing the barrel.

It's dead exciting! "The Aidensfield sn*per."

Fella rung up from the newspaper this morning.

He wants to take a picture of me and Gina. We're going to be famous.

Be careful you don't get shot.

I wouldn't mind a near miss. Everyone makes a right fuss of you.

Eat up and bring back the plate.

She's a nice girl. You should ask her out, David.

What, me?

DAVID CHUCKLES

You're not helping that lad of yours.

I'll be the judge of that.

For what it's worth, I don't think he's capable of that.

Your gaffer does, though.

You've got to look at the whole picture, Nathaniel.

Your lad was booted out of the army two months ago.

The worst days' work he ever did.

I told him that.

We're going to find him. The longer it takes, the worse it'll look.

Smuggling ruddy cigarettes. That's what they discharged him for.

You don't go from smuggling cigarettes to sh**ting folk.

I know that.

Kids, eh?

He's got another little scheme just at the minute.

You'd best tell me about that.

The Ashfordly Estate?

He's out there poaching his Lordship's deer.

He's got some deal with a posh retail outfit down south.

He supplies them with prime venison -

a few carcasses a month, so they don't get noticed.

You mean...

Come on, Parker. Let's take her for a spin.

DOGS BARK

POLICE RADIOS

Mr Reed.

This is Detective Inspector Shiner.

I understand Lord Ashfordly's away.

His Lordship's instructed me to co-operate.

It's simple really.

There's a man after your deer and we're after the man.

CAR HORN BLOWS

I've suspected there's a poacher for a while.

On an estate this size, the loss of a few deers is hard to control.

We're almost on the herd now.

Just through this clearing.

If he's here, we'll have him.

Sir, over here!

There he is! See him?

BARKING AND WHISTLING

YELLING AND WHISTLES

Put the g*n down!

- Get back! - Put that g*n down!

Stand back! Get back, the lot of you!

I'm warning you! Stay back!

- Put it down! - Stay back!

- Put it down! - Stay back!

Go easy, pal.

- Are you Frank Clegghorn? - Are you Guy the Gorilla?

Come here. Come here.

Aidensfield?

I haven't been near there in a week or more.

- Where have you been? - Look, what is this about?

OK, I poached a few deer. But why the heavy brigade?

This is a m*rder enquiry.

You've got the wrong man, pal.

MIKE: You haven't heard there's been two sh**t?

No.

One man has been shot dead and a police officer injured.

- It wasn't me. - It was a pretty skilled marksman.

So? Because t'Army taught me to sh**t, it doesn't make me a k*ller.

The Army chucked you out, Frank.

"Dishonourable Discharge." That must have rankled.

You're not keen on me and my colleagues, are you?

I don't believe this.

I want a solicitor.

A good day's work, lads. The drinks are on me.

Sir. Don't you think

his reaction was a bit odd? - In what way?

His comment when we nicked him and just now.

He genuinely believed we'd brought him in for poaching.

This is not an ordinary crime. He's not an ordinary criminal.

He's a military man.

He's probably laid down a very clear cover for himself.

So, his cover is poacher. He probably believes it himself.

- I know. But it doesn't feel... - He's going to swear blind

he doesn't know what we're on about.

I'd be surprised if he didn't.

When we get the ballistics report he'll change his tune.

Your coat, sir.

Alf, do you still think they're barking up the wrong tree?

All that interested Frank Clegghorn when I knew him,

was making a few quid on the sly.

He was a bad lad. But going round sh**ting coppers?

Still, what do I know?

I'm not CID.

LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

It looks like you're doing all right, Phil.

Hey! I hear you got him. Well done, mate.

We're still waiting for the ballistics report.

Do you ever think much about life?

How many pints have you had?

The question that comes back to me, is: why was I spared?

Eh? Maybe it's a sign. - A sign?

Yeah, you know, that I should be doing

something more important with my life.

The question is, what?

He had a pop at me twice. I was inches away from death.

But something saved me.

It makes you feel all religious.

We can't be sure he was aiming at you, Phil.

No. Shiner says he's got a grudge against coppers.

It was me who was wearing the uniform, not you.

If he was after you, how did he k*ll Robson so cleanly?

You were only yards apart.

It doesn't make sense.

He could have just missed.

Yes. But what if Robson always was his target?

Ah! But then why have another pop at me?

Because that's his cover.

He wanted to k*ll Robson, but he only ever intended to wound you.

Make it look like a sn*per on the loose. Put us off his tracks.

Who'd want to k*ll some posh doctor?

I don't know. I'm going to find out.

Well, I still think it's a sign.

There you go, Phil. From yet another well-wisher.

You should get shot more often.

Gina, I've been thinking. None of us know how long we've got,

do we? - Probably just as well.

If I died tomorrow...

the thing I'd regret the most is me and you breaking up.

- That's just the ale talking. - No! No, it's not.

I just...wish you'd think about it.

To be quite honest, Michael,

I was relieved when she insisted on going out.

Things haven't been easy, then?

It turns out, she's known about James and me all along.

Has she?

But she's OK with it. Apparently I was a contributory factor

in keeping their marriage going.

It's galling, I can tell you.

Liz, in most m*rder cases,

the first person the police suspect is the spouse.

Most of the time it turns out to be right.

How could Helen sh**t him? She was in London.

"How" isn't the issue. But if she knew of the affair

and was angry and thought he was leaving her,

that's certainly a reason why.

She isn't the type. Murdering her own husband?

Or having him m*rder*d.

All right. I'm going to talk to DI Shiner about this again tomorrow.

- Thanks. - No!

Gosh, I must have walked miles.

I'm lucky that nice chap stopped and gave me a lift. I'll er...

get out of these shoes and have a nice hot bath, if that's OK, Liz?

Of course.

ON RADIO: 'Stranger on the Shore' by Acker Bilk

- Ah! Hello, Mr Bradley. - Hello, David.

Did you ever get to drive the Bentley?

Oh, yeah. It were great!

Mr Barnet is ever such a lovely bloke.

Yes, everyone seems to like him.

David, I need to ask you about the night of the sh**ting.

I need you to think very carefully about what you really remember.

Oh, er...

I were here with Mr Barnet when it happened.

- How do you know that? - Well, we heard the g*n.

Did you actually hear a shot? Think carefully.

I mean not...

Not exactly. But Mr Barnet did.

But you didn't?

CAR HORN

I can't remember.

David, how long were you and Mr Barnet here together that night?

Well...not long. I wanted to get home for my tea.

He'd only come to get some tools.

Hey! Do you know? He's got a secret compartment

under the back seat of his car. You can get loads in there.

Excuse me.

It's an imaginative theory.

But what have you got to connect Mrs Robson and Tim Barnet?

I saw her getting out of his car.

She said she'd been for a walk and he offered her a lift.

You say she knew about the affair and told Dr Merrick

she didn't mind. Maybe she didn't mind.

Is there any evidence that he was going to leave her?

- Well, no... - Bradley, a lot of CID work

is about judging character. I still think Frank Clegghorn is our man.

You get a nose for these things. Helen Robson doesn't strike me

as the sort who could plot a m*rder.

- Maybe not... - You're keen. I appreciate that.

But you must learn not to get obsessed with an idea,

however clever it is.

- Well? - Well, he listened.

- But he reckons it's rubbish. - He's sold on Clegghorn.

Yep.

He's got no evidence yet. He's following a hunch himself.

That's my point! Look...

APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

We should be looking for alternatives.

To succeed as a CID officer, you've got to back your own hunches.

What you really need is hard evidence.

I hope you're not trying to nick my car!

No, I was just admiring her. Is she all fixed up?

She certainly is. And, sadly, that means I'm off.

Well, I was wondering if I could pick your brains before you leave.

I've told you before, I like bikes but my mechanical advice on them

is not to be trusted. - My question is about women.

Well, one woman in particular.

Mrs Robson.

That poor lady I gave a lift to.

Do you think she might have m*rder*d her husband?

I really couldn't say.

No, it's just that erm...

My boss has this...crazy theory.

He thinks it could have been her and a...

Well...an accomplice.

I thought you had your sn*per under lock and key?

Well, we did. But we released him this morning.

- Isn't that a bit risky? - I think so.

I was the one who nicked him.

I can tell you, he's a bit of a nutcase.

- What if he kills again? - That's my point.

I hope that Frank Clegghorn doesn't sh**t somebody else

and I'll be proved right.

Well, listen, mate. Erm...

All the best, eh? - Well, safe journey.

Cheers. Thank you. Bye.

Delta Alpha - to control.

Come in, Mike.

'Barnet's leaving. I'll follow him.'

ALF: 'Mike, the sarge would like a word before you go anywhere.'

Mike, I'm contacting Shiner.

'If you're right about this, you're in danger.

I want no heroics. Understand?'

You're leaving?

I've got to get back to the children.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Helen, what's going on?

The chap with the Bentley. You know him, don't you?

Did he say something to offend you?

You've been very kind and I don't want to impose on you any longer.

I'll phone you about the funeral. - Helen!

He's my brother.

- Delta Alpha - to Control. - ALF: 'Come in, Mike.'

He's double-backed along Beck Farm Lane.

He's up to something.

Mike, the DI would like a word.

WHEELSPIN

Bradley, we've got ballistics on Frank Clegghorn's g*n.

It is not the m*rder w*apon. I repeat, not.

So your theory might have something to it.

We're digging up all we can on this Barnet.

- Right, sir. - We'll get back-up to you.

Until they reach you, exercise extreme caution.

Understood, sir. It's hard not to be noticed up here.

'But I'll stick with him. Out.'

I've finally traced the owner of the Bentley.

His name's not Barnet. It's Tim Connors.

Lieutenant Tim Connors.

He's a royal marine commando.

This is the lane Mike was referring to.

It's a way round by road, but over the fells you come down here

and you're back overlooking Aidensfield.

We must assume it's Aidensfield he's headed for.

Can we get enough armed backup in place

before he gets there? - Let's hope so.

- Delta Alpha - to Control. - ALF: 'Come in, Mike.'

He's on the ridge above Wade's Beck.

'Hang on.'

It looks like he's got a g*n.

He's on the move on foot.

He's heading west along Beck Hill.

I'm going to see if I can follow. Out.

I swear, I didn't even know he was here.

You told him about James and me.

James had been like a bear with a sore head for weeks.

When he said he was coming here. I thought...

- You thought he might leave you. - Yes!

And Tim tried to talk to him, remind him of his responsibilities.

They had a blazing row and I had to separate them.

I thought that was it. I didn't know Tim had followed him up here.

I certainly didn't know what he intended to do.

Oh, Liz, who's going to believe me, though?

What if they send me to jail?

PHONE RINGS

- Hello, Ashfordly... - LIZ: 'Calm down, Helen.'

Hello?

Hello. Liz?

Is th... Is that you?

- 'Get over to the surgery.' - Are you all right?

He decided if James was going to leave her,

she'd be better off with him dead.

She'd get everything, plus the life insurance.

We think he's on his way back here.

He's got a r*fle. But don't worry, Mrs Robson.

Armed back-up is on its way.

What? You can't sh**t him!

Tim!

I've told them!

I'm sorry! Tim!

Tim! - Helen, please!

g*nsh*t

SIREN BLARES

Come on!

Come on!

Urgh!

You're luckier than I thought, Bradley.

Timothy Connors, I'm arresting you for the m*rder...

It was not m*rder. Execution.

He betrayed his wife and children.

He was taken out for their sake. It's as simple as that.

Right, let's get this place cleaned up.

You nicked him. The least Shiner could do

was let you in on the interview.

He doesn't like being proved wrong, if you ask me.

Careful, Ventress.

- Morning, lads. - Sir.

I want you to know, he's admitted it all.

He seemed quite proud.

No love lost between him and his brother-in-law.

I think he believed he could get away with it.

He might have done. If it wasn't for Bradley.

I'm aware of that, Sergeant. I've had my eye on you, Bradley.

Once you get the bit between your teeth you don't let go.

It's no bad thing.

Strikes me, you've got the makings of a first-rate detective.

Thank you, sir.

It doesn't suit everyone, of course.

I had a word with the Chief Super this morning. He agrees with me.

There's a permanent CID job at Division, if you'd like it.

- Hi, Mike. - Mike.

Well?

Well... I've signed on the dotted line.

Gina, did you know he was leaving?

Leaving Aidensfield? Really?

Yeah. It feels funny though.

Now the decision's actually made.

I was hoping there'd be a few other people around.

So I could say goodbye. - There's football on tonight.

I don't suppose there'll be that many in.

Why don't you come through to the snug?

I'll get you a drink in there. It'll be cosier.

Yeah. Come on.

♪ The changing of sunlight

♪ To moonlight Reflections of my life...

ALL: Surprise!

You didn't think we'd let you just slink off?

- Not without buying us a drink! - The first one's on the house!

ALL: Hey!

Seriously, Mike. Best of luck.

I know you'll go far. - Thanks.

Hope you'll give us the time of day when you're Chief Constable.

So long as you smarten yourself up.

Fat chance of that!

ALL LAUGH

You know...

Thanks.

I'm... I'm really going to miss this place.

And all of you.

Hey...

don't go all girly on us.

I won't.

We're always here if you fancy a visit.

Thanks. I'll remember that.

PHIL: Well, everyone.

To Mike Bradley - the London copper who thought he knew it all.

He came to Yorkshire and got a proper education.

Everyone!

To Mike! - ALL: Mike!

♪ Oh, my crying... ♪