15x07 - Picture This

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CAR HORN

What do you think?

Yeah, it's...

Stunning, eh?

It's a bit gloomy though, don't you think?

The suffering's all there. You can't separate life

from the work. - I prefer your stuff.

It's much nicer.

Yeah, that's me. Nice.

Don't put yourself down.

You're always telling me not to.

Gina, in years' time, when fashions have faded,

Hildegard Dressler will probably be seen as one of the most important

post-w*r German artists.

I was nervous about meeting her before, now I'm scared stiff.

Don't be. She's lovely.

Couldn't we just...

Tea. We are reduced to tea.

I ask you, Jack,

how can I ever persuade anyone to buy any of this rubbish

if all they are drinking is tea.

Hildy, I want you to meet Gina.

My dear, I'm so glad this stupid fellow

has at last found someone useful. - Oh, I don't know about that.

He tells me you run a pub.

Yeah, I do. But I've been trying to learn about painting, you know?

Forget painting. It is a useless occupation,

fit only for fools.

She doesn't really mean it.

And my stupid husband should have been here an hour ago

with a case of wine.

JACK: So where is Dieter?

Indeed. Where is Dieter?

MUSIC: 'Green Onions' by Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames

DIETER PANTING

Mr Dressler.

What's happened to you?

Come on. Try not to talk. Just...

Just grab hold of me.

Can you make it to my car?

I parked it at the top of a track,

took the dogs to look over some timber we're planning on cutting,

came back half an hour later and it was gone.

And was the vehicle locked?

Who on Earth locks a Land Rover?

No one locks a Land Rover around here.

You took the keys out?

Of course I took the ruddy keys out.

I've just walked three miles, Walker. Don't try my patience.

Well, somebody probably just came across it and saw an opportunity.

Why were they in my woods in the first place?

CAR HORN

What's going on? Law finally caught up with you, Charlie?

Some wretched thief's helped himself to my Land Rover.

Oh, what a shabby trick. Presumably it was locked.

We'll do everything in our power to get it back, Lord Ashfordly.

Come on in, George. I don't know about you,

but I could do with a stiff drink.

Oh, and my regards to Sergeant Miller, Walker.

Tell him I'd like my Land Rover back sooner rather than later.

Let me give you a hand, Oscar.

Thanks, Rob.

Put him on the couch.

I found him in the middle of nowhere, just collapsed in the road.

What happened, Mr Dressler?

I was... I was... COUGHS

Come on, let's get you up here. There you go.

It's OK. I'm going to give you some oxygen.

He has emphysema.

But it was well controlled until now.

Breathe normally, Mr Dressler.

ROB: Where exactly did you find him, Oscar?

OSCAR: It was on the back road from Ashfordly,

across the moors.

Very light traffic up there. He's lucky you came along.

My car. Mein Auto.

You had an accident in your car. Is that what happened?

Ja, ja.

Did you see any vehicles up there?

No, nothing.

He must have been trying to walk back to Aidensfield.

Poor old chap.

I think we better get him an ambulance.

Sit.

Sit.

Come on. I said, sit.

Don't you think that you're approaching this all wrong?

No, cos Rosie says...

"Rosie says."

Strikes me that lass has too many opinions for her own good.

Ah, no. But it says in the book you should...

Book! There's a lot of nonsense written in books.

A dog has to know its master.

That's all. Sit!

LAUGHS

I'm going for a drink.

Hey, I thought you said you were skint.

Lad, never let money rule you.

MUSIC: 'Mess Around' by Marmalade

It's Rob for you, Sarge.

I hope you're calling in to tell me you found His Lordship's Land Rover.

Afraid not, Sarge. But I have found Mr Dressler's car.

Looks like he might have just run himself off the road.

'No sign of any other vehicle?'

Nothing obvious.

All right, then. Preserve it till the morning.

I don't want to keep you from your private life.

'Out.'

Very thoughtful of you, Sarge (!)

Dieter? Dieter?

Oh, you see? Look at this.

No wonder I couldn't reach him.

Dieter, you old fool, wake up.

Dieter. Dieter.

- JACK: Oh, no. - What?

- Hildy? - HILDY: Yeah. He's not here.

The painting's gone.

No, that can't be.

DR TRENT: Hello, Mrs Dressler?

Hildy, I tried to phone you.

I'm afraid your husband's been involved in an accident.

An accident?

It looks like he ran his car off the road.

He's not seriously hurt.

But in view of his emphysema, he's been admitted to hospital.

Oh, no. The stupid old fool.

- I must go to him. - I'll take you there.

Oh, ja, ja, please.

G and T, darling?

Yes, a large one.

And a pint of best, Mr Blaketon.

Successful day, Mr Phelps?

Well, we've certainly walked our socks off.

But I must say, we've seen little of real interest today.

Well, there's usually a few kestrels round here at this time of year.

Oh. My wife likes kestrels.

Oh, yes. Elegant, without being ostentatious.

David, where do you look for kestrels around here?

I don't know.

The last two years there's been a few up at Scott's Pike.

Now, what I'd dearly love to see is a golden eagle. For that, I'd pay.

I've never heard of any of them around here.

Oh, c'mon, lad.

Aren't you forgetting?

That eagle you told me about, a month or so back.

DAVID: What eagle?

Brain like a sieve. Put those on my tab, would you, Oscar?

You don't have a tab.

Huh! From London, are you?

Phelps, Alan Phelps.

Peggy Armstrong.

- My wife Hilary. - Hello.

Oh, it's such a pleasure to meet fellow enthusiasts.

You're keen on ornithology too, are you, Mrs Armstrong?

Keen? I think of little else.

That was the local police on the phone.

Still no sign of my Land Rover.

I must say, old chap, you are hitting the sauce a bit.

Not that I mind, but everything all right?

Would you say that I was an obsessive man, Charlie?

An unscrupulous man, even?

Good Lord, George.

Now, you're beginning to worry me.

I think we could both do with another drink.

So, just the one painting missing, then?

Is there anything else, as far as you know?

Back door was forced.

Lock was pretty flimsy. It wouldn't have taken much.

Thing is, it isn't just any old painting.

You mean it's worth a bit.

That's an understatement.

Before the w*r, Dieter was an art dealer in Berlin.

When the Nazis came to power,

he helped smuggle works of art out of Germany.

Many famous paintings now hang in public collections

in London, Paris and New York, thanks to him.

What are you trying to tell us, Jack? That he nicked it?

Not exactly.

Let's just say he kept quiet about having it.

Why?

It's probably a lost work by Manet.

I don't really know much about art. You'll have to explain.

It could be worth over £,.

WHISTLES

Oh, meine liebling.

That useless car. I told him told him he should replace it.

Ich bin hier, meine Liebe. Es ist in Ordnung.

Das... Das...

Das w*r kein unfall.

Er hat mich ja ganz von dem Weg...

herabgestossen.

He says it wasn't an accident.

Ah. I thought you were on call.

Maybe your luck's changed.

Actually, I have an excuse even Sergeant Miller would approve of.

I took Mrs Dressler to see her husband at hospital.

I've just been round that place. They've had a break-in.

I know. But listen, Rob.

Mr Dressler managed to tell his wife what had happened to him.

He said someone ran him off the road deliberately, tried to k*ll him.

Does he know who?

No, he was pretty incoherent.

It took her ages to get that much out of him.

I found his car in a ditch.

There was no sign of any skid marks, or any other vehicle there.

Do you really think it happened?

Hard to say.

He's very ill. He could be hallucinating.

Well, Jack Hollins reckons they had a painting worth a fortune

hanging on their wall and it was stolen.

You think the two things are connected?

Seems likely.

What can you do about it tonight?

Very little, probably.

Good.

HUMS BRAHMS' LULLABY

Nurse! Nurse! No! Help me!

Please help me!

There you go.

Kestrels.

Do you want to have a look?

Not unless you can show me a golden eagle.

There aren't any eagles around here.

Look at that sky, lad.

Look at them hills.

Now, imagine it soaring.

There never have been any eagles around here.

Now, nobody can say that for sure.

So there could be, couldn't there?

You just have to use your imagination.

- But... - Now, come on.

Get that hound under control.

We've got things to do.

I service it for him twice a year, I did the best I could.

What were the brakes like?

They were roadworthy.

Just.

There's a dent in the back, here.

So he could have been rammed.

There's dents all over. He could have backed it into a wall.

And flecks of paint.

Looks fresh enough to me.

Better keep it at the garage until I talk to Sergeant Miller.

Right-oh.

I can assure you, Lord Ashfordly, that every effort is being made.

Yes, I do appreciate th...

Yes...

Ye...

Bellamy?

Sarge.

What are you sitting there like a lemon for?

You want to know about the burglary, Sarge?

No, I want to know where Lord Ashfordly's Land Rover is.

And you're not going to find it sitting on your backside.

- Now get to it! - Sarge.

Morning, all.

Oh, morning, mate.

Good of you to join us.

Yeah, sorry, Sarge. I've been having a look at Mr Dressler's car.

And you thought it best to observe radio silence

while you were following up this routine inquiry?

That's the point. I don't think it is routine.

Looks like someone tried to run him off the road.

How do you come to that?

He managed to speak to his wife in hospital last night.

Reckoned someone tried to k*ll him.

Did she tell you that?

Not personally. Dr Trent told me.

How very convenient.

PHONE RINGING

Ashfordly Police Station.

Someone steals a valuable painting from his house,

then he's run off the road, all in the same afternoon.

There's got to be a connection.

That's as may be.

ALF: Sarge, it's for you. I think it's important.

Sergeant Miller.

Yes, I am aware of the situation, Dr Trent.

And obviously we're looking into it.

Oh, I see. Right.

Yes. Well, thanks for letting us know.

Dieter Dressler had a heart attack last night.

He died in the early hours of this morning.

MUSIC: 'This Wheel's On Fire' by Julie Driscoll and Brian Auger

Sorry we're late.

We had an early morning recce.

And did you see an eagle?

Oh, yes. Magnificent, wasn't he, David? You'll not be disappointed.

- No. - But we thought,

for a taster, we'd take you to see the kestrels.

A special treat for Mrs Phelps.

Oh, please call me Hilary.

Let's go, then.

Well, I'm leaving you in the capable hands of David.

Not for nothing is he known as the Birdman Of Aidensfield.

Hey! Well, what are we going to do? Walk?

I think your guests might prefer it. You see more, and it's not far.

Yeah, but...

Hildy, this is Sergeant Miller.

And Constable Walker.

MILLER: We're really very sorry for your loss, Mrs Dressler.

My husband was m*rder*d, Sergeant. What are you going to do about that?

Well, we know his car ended up in a ditch

and there is evidence to show he might have been forced off the road.

Can you think of anyone

who might want to k*ll your husband, Mrs Dressler?

Oh, many have tried. Believe me.

But that was years ago.

Right now, top of my list would be... Sir George Broughton.

Who's he?

A collector.

This last week he has been hounding Dieter.

Insisting that he sells him the Manet.

But Dieter said no.

This is the painting that was stolen. Worth quite a bit, I gather.

It is not worth my husband's life.

MILLER: Forgive me, Mrs Dressler, but was your husband

the rightful owner of the painting?

JACK: It's hung on their wall for over years

to my knowledge, Sergeant Miller.

I don't see how that question is relevant.

Do you think my husband is guilty of some crime, Sergeant?

No, I'm just trying to establish the facts.

Dieter bought it for from a Red Army captain

who stole it from a Gestapo officer,

who stole it from Goering's private collection,

who probably stole it from the rightful owners,

who undoubtedly perished in the gas chambers.

Are those the facts you need, Sergeant,

to bring to book my husband's k*ller?

MUSIC: 'Mighty Quinn' by Manfred Mann

♪ Come all without

♪ Come all within

♪ You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn

♪ Come all without

♪ Come all within

♪ You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn

♪ Everybody's building ships and boats

♪ Some are building monuments others jotting down notes... ♪

Goodbye.

In the end, it comes down to one thing,

did the accident cause his death or not?

He was a very elderly man in poor health.

I'm not even sure the post mortem will give you a definite answer.

Which leaves us with the stolen painting.

Sir George Broughton's friends with Lord Ashfordly.

Shall I try and track him down?

Actually, he's staying up at the hall.

I met him at a dinner party there last week.

Darling.

Not a mark on it.

Looks like Mrs Dressler's wrong

about him trying to run the old boy off the road.

On the face of it.

I'm surprised you don't get invited

to his Lordship's dinner parties, Walker.

It's not my sort of thing, really.

What? Worried you might not know which knife and fork to use?

DOORBELL RINGING

George, I'm afraid the local constabulary want a word.

With me? Why?

George, this is Sergeant Miller and Constable Walker.

We're looking into the circumstances surrounding the death

of Dieter Dressler, Sir George.

- Dressler's dead? - So you knew him?

Well, yes.

Good Lord, how did it happen?

He died from heart failure last night.

Immediately prior to that, he was injured in a car accident.

It's possible that he was run off the road deliberately.

Good grief. Poor man.

Are you saying the accident caused his death?

We're not certain of that yet.

We understand Mr Dressler had a painting

you were very anxious to buy. A Manet.

I don't see how my private dealings

with Mr Dressler are any concern of the police.

Yesterday, someone broke into the Dressler cottage

and took that painting.

- What? - Good Lord.

Mrs Dressler says you've been hounding her husband

for the last week but he refused to sell you it.

Is that true?

Hardly hounding. I made him a very generous offer.

But he still turned you down.

What are you implying? That because he turned me down

I went out and stole it? That's absurd.

Sir George, I have to ask you this.

Did you break into the Dressler house and take that painting?

No, I did not.

Charlie, this is a piece of complete nonsense. I'm not a thief.

I know that, George.

And unless you have anything more concrete than wild supposition,

I suggest you withdraw this monstrous allegation, Miller.

Lord Ashfordly, you must understand...

No, Miller, you have to understand.

I would take his word before any man's.

If he said he didn't take it, he is telling the truth.

Very well. We won't detain you any further.

The place was hardly secure.

Anybody could have walked in and taken the painting.

Only someone like Sir George would know the value of it.

We'll have to take this cautiously.

Ashfordly seemed determined to endorse his friend's good name.

Sarge, Phil's radioed in. He's found the Land Rover.

He's bringing it in

as soon as Scenes Of Crime are finished with it.

Well, that's something, I suppose.

Oh, Alf, put the kettle on, will you?

DOOR OPENING

You took your time.

I thought you were just showing them the kestrels.

I walked for miles.

They wanted to see all sorts.

I tell you what, he knows a lot more about birds than I do.

Well, we know the one thing he doesn't know.

What's that?

Where to find the eagle.

That's just the problem, isn't it? We don't.

Have you no faith in your Auntie Peg?

It's going to take a lot more than that, you know.

Magnificent, isn't he?

What's that?

It's convincing an' all.

DOG WHIMPERS

Sir George.

Dr Trent. I was hoping to express my condolences to Mrs Dressler.

Er, she's resting.

I just gave her a sedative. I don't know...

It is rather important. Otherwise, I wouldn't dream of intruding.

You better come in then.

Mrs Dressler.

I'm truly sorry to hear of your husband's death.

Why couldn't you leave him alone?

Mrs Dressler, I only wanted to buy the painting.

So you admit you are to blame?

No. No, I don't admit that.

As soon as I saw it, I was determined to possess it.

Why does art always have to be

the private property of rich men like you?

You turn everything into commodities.

I would never have wished to harm him.

I swear to you.

He was a frail old man.

I don't want to hear anymore about this. Just go.

I'm sorry. I should never have let him in.

No, we should have kept quiet

about the wretched painting in the first place.

We had it for over years and no one really knew what it was.

But Dieter was determined to do the right thing.

How do you mean?

He didn't want it to end up

in some collector's private hoard after his death.

He wanted it to go to a public gallery.

He wanted... to offer it to the country which gave us shelter.

So... he wrote to the director of the Tate Gallery.

Sounds like a wonderful idea.

Like many wonderful ideas, it went wrong.

As soon as the word got out, that Dieter Dressler had the lost Manet,

they were on us like vultures.

Letters, phone calls,

offers to buy.

If he'd just kept quiet about the painting,

my Dieter would be alive today.

It's been fingerprinted, Bellamy?

Yes, Sarge.

Right. Get it back to Lord Ashfordly before he makes any more fuss.

Well, there's something they'd like you to look at first, though, Sarge.

ROB: Fresh paint. Black.

Same colour as Mr Dressler's car.

Get me that report back as soon as you can.

I want to be armed with solid evidence

if this is the car that ran Mr Dressler off the road.

PEGGY: Now, then. Let's see.

PEGGY: Yeah. Look. About foot from the top, there's a ledge.

That'd be perfect.

But how... I mean...

Now, all we've got find is a nest.

We've got to build it with twigs and bits of stuff and that.

Then we put the eagle in the nest and the nest on the ledge.

But...

Viewed from a distance, you won't be able to tell it from the real thing.

Any questions?

Yeah. How?

How are we going to get it up there?

Well, it's not that far.

And you've got a good head for heights.

We just have a few yards of rope, tie it round a boulder or something

and then you shin down it.

Me?

Lovey, you can't expect me to do it.

A few years ago I would have been game.

No.

No, I provide the brains.

You provide the brawn.

I think that's the best arrangement.

Oh!

Gina said you've been trying to get hold of me urgently. What's wrong?

He came here, bold as brass. Full of apologies.

He shall not have that painting.

Nor shall the others. It's what I should have done before.

I don't understand. Who are you talking about? Sir George Broughton?

Please say you'll help me, Jack. Of course I will.

He was really not a very competent burglar.

Didn't see beyond the end of his nose.

- Good Lord, it wasn't stolen. - No.

Dieter decided to hide it.

We knew it was only a matter of time

before some greedy person tried to steal it.

I want you to take it, Jack.

Take it and burn it.

Burn it?!

It is only canvas and paint. It is not some holy relic.

It cost Dieter his life. I want it destroyed.

Sent it for scientific examination?

Is that strictly necessary?

Surely the fingerprinting is all that's needed.

We found a dent on the front bumper.

Have you had an accident in it recently?

- No. - No, we didn't think so.

We suspect the person who stole your Land Rover

used it to ram Mr Dressler's car

and force him off the road.

Good grief.

Could Sir George have had access to the vehicle?

George would never stoop to such a thing.

Are you sure? He was determined to force Mr Dressler to sell.

He's admitted as much.

Look, Walker, I've known George Broughton for a long time.

Let me talk to him.

The test results don't come back until tomorrow, so...

Right, then. I'll get to the bottom of this.

I don't know what to do.

Hildy wants me to burn it.

Burn it? She's not thinking straight at the moment.

She really meant it.

You'll get into trouble. The police think it's stolen.

You should talk to Rob.

I do that and they go straight round to her and accuse her of lying.

Look at it, Gina. It's an incredible painting.

I can't destroy it.

The fact of the matter is, old chap...

the police are just about ready to accuse you.

I'm sorry I put you in such a difficult position.

Just tell me the truth, George. I won't let you down.

I did not take your Land Rover.

Nor did I use it to run Dressler off the road.

You don't believe me, do you?

I want to believe you, but good Lord, man,

you're as rich as Croesus. So he wouldn't sell you

his wretched painting. Why don't you just go out and buy another?

I told you I was an obsessive man.

Where is it, then? I've had a look round your room.

I presume it's in the boot of the Alvis.

You really don't trust me anymore. I'm really sorry it's come to this.

I have a position to maintain around here.

The police accord me a certain respect, but I have to deserve it.

You mean because you're a real English gentleman,

not some upstart banker of dubious provenance?

This is getting too personal. I have no wish to trade insults.

Do me one last favour, Charlie.

Give me hours to sort this out.

Then I promise you, I'll go to the police myself with the full story.

You don't mean the cliff up above Wade's Beck?

Yeah, she wants me to shin down the cliff on a rope

and stick this flippin' stuffed eagle on a ledge.

Just tell her she's being ridiculous.

I can't. Her mind's made up.

Even if you manage it, they'll never be fooled.

She reckons they will.

Mr Phelps, he said he'll give her quid if we show him an eagle.

I wouldn't risk my neck for quid.

We're very excited about seeing the eagle tomorrow, David.

It will make our holiday.

He's very excited, too.

You have to help me, Rosie. I can't stand heights.

BROUGHTON: Now, look here.

This isn't what we agreed.

Hurting the old man wasn't part of it.

I shall turn you into the police myself.

You look weary.

All this sneaking around, in case Sergeant Miller finds out,

it's beginning to get on my nerves.

I don't like feeling at a disadvantage to that man.

Because normally a doctor is better than a humble policeman?

That's just old-fashioned class prejudice.

Why didn't you invite me to Lord Ashfordly's dinner party?

It was a long-standing invitation.

What did you expect me to do?

Phone up Charles Ashfordly and say,

"I've got myself a new bloke, can I bring him?"

You could have.

Anyway, as far as Charles is concerned,

I'm still a married woman.

Who's getting a divorce.

OK.

So the next time you go for a night out with the lads, can I come along?

But that...

Point taken.

Look, this is difficult for me too, you know?

It's just, I really...

I just like being with you.

All of the time.

And I want to tell Miller to... mind his own business.

That I'd like to see.

Stay the night.

Is that wise?

PHONE RINGS

Sorry.

Aidensfield Police.

Walker, it's Ashfordly.

'I'm in the phone box next to the old bridge.'

Sir George has been shot. I've called an ambulance.

I'll be there straightaway.

Charlie.

Sorry.

Let you down again.

Don't talk rot.

MUSIC: 'This Little Bird' by Marianne Faithfull

♪ There's a little bird

♪ That somebody sends

♪ Down to the Earth...

What's she doing here?

I asked her to come over and help out.

Morning, Peggy.

Is that the ledge down there, then?

- Yeah, that's it. - Right.

You get going on the winch and I'll sort out the chain.

Hang on. Hang on. Who put you in charge?

Peggy, it's a completely daft idea.

But using the winch on the tow truck, we might just manage it.

So, what's it to be?

Well...

Nobody can say I'm not open to suggestion.

Get on with it, then.

♪ This little bird

♪ Who lives on the wind

♪ This little bird

♪ That somebody... ♪

How is he doing, Doctor?

It was a long operation but they managed to get the b*llet out.

Good. We'll need to get it over to forensics.

See to it, Walker, will you?

Then come back here and you can wait for Sir George to come to.

- Yes, Sarge. - Now, Walker.

Sarge.

I was wondering if I might ask your help, Dr Trent.

Of course, Sergeant.

I need to talk to Mrs Dressler

or, rather, I need to persuade her to talk to me

rather more frankly than she did yesterday.

I'd be happy to come with you.

Thank you.

Ah, Miller, this is turning into a very bad business.

Did Sir George tell you who his assailant might have been?

No.

But I knew he was in some sort of trouble. That's why I followed him.

Lucky for him that you did.

David, if anything happens, tell my dad it's all her fault.

Right. Lower away.

MUSIC: 'On Her Majesty's Secret Service' by John Barry

Come on.

Just a bit more.

A bit lower.

Nearly there.

Right. Hold it there.

Have you got it settled, love?

Yes. I think so.

Grand. I hope you haven't promised to pay her for this.

Shot? Who could have shot him?

Hildy, you told me all sorts of people were after the painting.

Once it became known that Dieter had it, you received various offers.

We need a list, Mrs Dressler,

of anyone who might have approached you.

I'm not sure I even know. Dieter dealt with all that.

Might he have mentioned someone who might have visited him?

Dieter never discussed his business affairs.

It's an old-fashioned habit, I know.

It was his way of protecting me.

Here you go. I've done you a mixture.

Ham and tomato and some egg and cress.

That's very kind of you, Gina.

Oh, Peggy just rang, said she's on her way over to collect you.

Great. Thanks.

I just don't know what to do about it all, Oscar.

The whole thing's a mess if you ask me, Gina. A man's been shot.

And what's this art teacher of yours doing, getting involved with this?

Hildy gave him the painting. She told him to burn it.

You can't burn a Manet. But none of this is his fault.

Well, he should have taken it to the police.

It's Hildy's painting. He's just keeping it safe for her.

ALAN CLEARS THROAT

Could we possibly have a bit more coffee, Gina?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Phelps.

I won't be a sec.

I know you're dying to get off and find that eagle.

Not really.

My father forced me into bird watching

as a boy. I hated it.

But now it provides useful cover.

Blaketon's gone upstairs.

I could scream.

And the gallant Mr Blaketon would come running

and I'd be forced to sh**t him.

I don't want to harm you, Gina.

I just want the painting.

And you're going to get it for me.

Right, David. Go across and give Mr Phelps a shout, will you?

Well done, Rosie.

Three-way split. I think that's fair.

You volunteered. I don't see why I should pay you.

By 'eck! He's going at a fair whack.

Was that Gina just driven off?

No, Gina was in the back. It was some bloke driving.

Wasn't some bloke, it was Mr Phelps.

And I don't see why he's gone off with her

when he's supposed to be seeing my eagle.

I met Alan Phelps by chance in the gallery at Whitby.

That's when I knew I wasn't the only player in the game.

Who, exactly, is he?

He turns up at all the big auctions.

Supposedly, he's a dealer.

He's known in the art world as the man who can get you anything.

Could be a thief, then?

Something of that sort, I suppose.

I knew Phelps' aim was to get the painting

and sell it on to the highest bidder.

But then when I knew Dressler wasn't going to sell it to me...

I'm ashamed to say I gave Phelps a considerable amount of money

to acquire it for me.

Steal it, you mean?

I swear to you, I didn't know the lengths he was going to go to.

You didn't run Mr Dressler off the road, then?

No, it was Phelps.

Get down to the Aidensfield Arms. We need to find Mr and Mrs Phelps.

I'll speak to Mrs Dressler. Make sure she knows the truth.

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Arms.

WALKER: 'Oscar, are Mr and Mrs Phelps still there?'

No, they're not. They've just gone off with Gina in her car.

One minute she's in the kitchen,

next minute she's driving off with them like a bat out of hell.

'I've got no idea what she's up to.'

Listen. Phelps is an art thief.

We've just found out it was him who shot Sir George Broughton.

Oh, no. They must have heard her tell me

that Jack Hollins has got the painting.

Jack stole it?

It was never stolen. Mrs Dressler gave it to him.

Call the station. Tell them I need backup at Jack Hollins' place.

Thanks.

MUSIC: 'Slow Down' by Gerry And The Pacemakers

Gina, I was just about...

No heroics, eh, old chap?

In answer to your next question, we've come for the painting.

This isn't necessary.

You mean you would give me the painting if I asked you nicely?

OK, Mr Phelps, I think you better put the g*n down.

No, Constable. I think you need to listen carefully to my instructions

then no one need get hurt.

- Bingo. - Well done, darling.

Now, we're going to leave and we're going to take Gina with us.

You try to stop us, we'll sh**t her. Is that clear?

Here's the key, darling. Turn the car around.

Right.

Let her go, take me instead.

I already told you, no heroics.

Get off me. Aah!

How fast are you?

You reckon you sh**t me before I smash your precious painting?

sh**t him, Al! sh**t him!

All right, hold still. You're nicked.

♪ Whoo! If you want our love to last

♪ Well, I used to walk you home babe, after school

♪ Carry your books home too

♪ Baby, now you're after a diamond ring

♪ Baby, what I'm trying not to do

♪ Whoo! You better slow down

SIREN WAILING

♪ Baby, now you're moving way too fast

Hey! You're not going anywhere. You're nicked.

Glad you could join us.

I have spoken to the gentleman you suggested at the National Gallery.

He was very excited at the prospect of such a gift.

I'll bet he was.

I think it's a very generous gesture, Mrs Dressler,

giving local people a chance to see it before it goes for restoration.

We've also been admiring your work.

You're a considerable artist in your own right.

I should certainly be interested

in adding you to my collection.

I paint for my own amusement, nowadays.

And, like my husband, I am particular who I sell to.

Pity.

Did you hear that? Stubborn to the end.

Thank you for coming, Helen. Thank you.

Don't look now but Miller's giving us the evil eye.

Well, I'm off duty. It's none of his business.

Are you free next weekend?

Only my cousin's invited me to stay

and I thought you might like to come with me.

You don't have to, you know.

I'm not ashamed of you, Rob.

Or the fact that you're a policeman.

There's always been a bit of competition

between me and my cousin.

I'd like to show her what a lovely new man I've got myself.

There's no way I'm doing that again.

Well, lend us the tow truck, then.

David will do it.

At least if I take it back I can recoup the money I paid out.

What's going on here, Oscar?

Is it a ramblers convention?

No, these are bird watchers.

I've had my fill of ruddy bird watchers.

OSCAR: These are the genuine article.

They've come from all over the place.

Apparently, there's been a siting of a rare eagle,

up on the cliffs above Wade's Beck.

You know what they say...

"A bird in the hand."

Come on, David, let's introduce ourselves.

Good evening. Peggy Armstrong, country woman.

I believe you're looking for this eagle. Well, I know where it is.