[theme music plays] [lively orchestral music] [police speaking indistinctly] Mine, Guthrie.

Good morning, sir.

If you'd like to park straight ahead.

[police speaking indistinctly] [lively orchestral music] Henry?

Henry Crabbe?

Sir?

Derek Willis.

You remember, Bramshill, '76.

Oh yes, of course.

But what on earth are you doing here?

Well, I'm supposed to be sorting out the parking, sir.

The parking?

Henry Crabbe in charge of parking?

Well, it's a long story.

But how on earth did that happen?

[coughs] Well, actually, sir, it all started out with a Green Zebra.

What?

Green Zebra, it's a variety of tomatoes, sir.

[mysterious music] [Leon] Go on, taste it.

Mm, good God.

Something else innit?

Here, try this.

Scotland Yellow.

And this, [Leon coughs] this is a Brandywine.

Thing is, nobody grows 'em anymore, except me, right?

So you gotta promise to keep schtum where you got 'em.

Okay, Crabbe?

Yes, yes, yes.

Morning.

-Hello, Gary?

-Morning.

Come in.

Hey, mutant tomatoes.

Cult, cult, tomatoes.

Here, try this.

Have a taste of Scotland Yellow, mm.

Oh yeah.

Top tomato this, H. Three tomato salad for starters, eh?

All different colors.

Olive oil, balsamic vinegar, basil.

Yeah, or rocket salad and Parmesan shavings.

Oh yes, yes, we'll definitely take some of these.

Okay, but remember, don't say where you got 'em.

All right.

[Margaret coughs] Sally's here.

-Sally, welcome how lovely to see you.

-Hi.

Now, this is Gary, who's our chef here.

Hello.

Gary, say hello to Sally, our new waitress.

Hi.

And this is Henderson, who's our fruit and veg man who occasionally helps out in the kitchen.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Henry, you're starting a new job too, you know?

Don't remind me.

I'll try and look in around lunchtime.

Good luck.

[footsteps clomping] Perhaps you could take me through the lunch menu?

Yeah, in a minute.

This is a Big Boy.

Fancy a slice?

[crate clatters] Do you think Gary will be all right?

Oh, he'll be fine, it's you I'm worried about.

What do you mean?

Your job, don't let it get to you.

Don't let Fisher get to you.

-[Reporter] Oh, good morning, sir.

-Morning, morning, morning.

[camera shutters clicking] This, the first Public Duties Squad in the country is at the cutting edge of the new police service.

Why shouldn't those who can afford it pay for their policing?

[Reporter] Excuse me, sir?

Many duties previously carried out by police officers are now outsourced to private firms and individuals.

Now, why not go further?

Why not promote this practice from within the service?

[Reporter] How about- [journalists speaking indistinctly] This groundbreaking initiative of mine is designed to ease the burden on the taxpayer, to generate income, which will better equip us to fight the battle against crime.

Ah Jenny, I think photographs now, don't you?

Shall we get the lady mayor in here?

DI Henry Crabbe, who are you?

PC Jane Morton.

PC Ed Guthrie.

-Any idea what he was on about?

-I'm afraid so, yes.

Generating income from our human resources.

Cops for hire.

Policing for those who can afford it.

You heard my press statement.

It's all quite clear, Crabbe.

What the Public Duty Squad?

It's public in the sense that public schools are public, I suppose.

Cherry Tree Close.

It's a new housing development for the younger executive, and so on.

[phone rings] The first buyers move in in two days time, but there's been opposition to the site and the developers want someone to keep an eye on the place.

That means you and your new squad, Crabbe.

But surely that's a job for a security firm, sir?

Lion Security were under contract, but they didn't come up to scratch.

You're to meet Charles Carver of Drumcastle Developments on-site at 1600 hours.

And remember, Crabbe, we're working in a service industry now.

You must see the general public as your customers.

You know what that means, don't you?

The customer's always right?

It's gonna make arresting them rather difficult, isn't it?

Two crumbles and a custard, please, Gary.

I don't know what you put in that steak and kidney pie, but it certainly does the trick.

That guy on table four, he practically inhaled his.

[Gary] Well, it's the house specialty, isn't it?

[Sally] Who's she?

[gentle music] Her name's Nicola.

She used to work here.

So why did she leave?

-Look, if you don't mind, I've got- -I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

[door clunks] Henry just rang.

He says he can't pick up the tomatoes until later on.

Can you do another starter for tonight?

[utensils clattering] Did he say what?

Yes, onion and something tart.

Onion and anchovy tart?

Right.

I'll have a word if he's being difficult.

It's okay, if I can't deal with a stroppy chef I may as well pack it in now.

[peaceful harp music] So you go through the village, stay on the Barstock Road, and then turn left.

Sir.

It's not a bad motor this, actually.

Nice gearbox, good brakes.

From what I've heard about your driving, we're gonna need them.

If you're referring to what I think you're referring to I wasn't driving at the time.

Oh right, I remember now, some senior officer, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Then again, you'd know all about senior officers, wouldn't you?

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Excuse me.

Will somebody tell me what this conversation is all about?

Nothing, sir.

It's just a bit of fun, sir.

[Henry] Fun?

Well, in future, there'll be no fun on the squad until I give permission.

-Sir.

-Sir.

[car revs] [soulful oboe music] You're here, at last.

Where the hell have you been?

[Dove] What do you mean, where the hell have I been?

Never mind about that, what about the state of this lawn?

You're supposed to have had it all fully turfed.

[Dove] I've got to buy the turf first, haven't I?

I'm not paying cash for it.

Yes, all right, well, can't we just discuss this later on, please, Dove?

All I'm saying is I'm paying out every day and I haven't had a penny yet.

Turf like that don't grow a trees, you know.

[coughs] Mr.

Carver?

Yes, just one moment, please.

Please will you just get on with it, Dove.

We'll sort this out tomorrow.

[Carver sighs] I'm Charles Carver.

Henry Crabbe, detective inspector, good afternoon.

Ah, uniformed police officers, a site for sore eyes.

Well, shall we step into the show home?

And we'll run through your duties.

[Henry] Thank you.

[gravel crunches] Right, the downstairs toilet is here.

[door clunks] And the kitchen is, yes, well, the kitchen is yep, that's right, it's just through there.

[door handle clatters] But please stay out the other rooms.

Thank you.

As you know, our first buyers move in in two day's time, so let's just try and keep the place spic-and-span, shall we?

No treading mud in and out, and so on.

And, of course, any breakages will be deducted from your fee.

So there we have it.

Ah, yes, key to the front door, key to the back door.

[Henry] Thank you.

A word of advice, inspector, keep an eye out the back.

Woodfield village is just across that field there and there are people in the village who are very, well, they're very anti the estate.

I mean, you bring jobs and housing into the area and people complain about the view from their bedroom window.

Assistant chief constable Fisher said that you'd been having some problems, but when I checked the records, I found that you hadn't reported any incidents.

Ah, yes, yes, well, there [Carver coughs] there were incidents, but as to actual witnesses, you see the fact is, the security company -just weren't up to it.

-Ah.

And now our policy is to prosecute.

So you will escort all trespasses off the estate and I believe the law permits you to use reasonable force to do so?

Mr.

Carver, trespass is not, of itself, an offense unless the trespasser causes damage.

It's the damage that's criminal, you see, not the trespass.

Yes, [Carver coughs] yes, but I'm not here to debate the vagaries of the law with you, inspector.

This is private property and your job is to keep people off it.

Here's where you can contact me if you need me.

Any problems and [button beeps] let me know immediately.

Right.

-Goodbye.

-Thank you.

Right, I want you two to go round the Close.

Check for any damage at all, anything out of place, whether it was done by cowboy builders or by vandals.

I don't care.

Write it down because I will not have that bloke Carver claiming it happened while we were here, okay?

[gentle piano and orchestral music] [button beeps] [buttons beeping] [microwave door clunks] [Henry sighs] -[video slams] -[microwave door slams] [mysterious piano and orchestral music] [gravel crunches] [Henry sighs] Sir?

Guthrie's found something in the house next door.

Yeah, they didn't break in 'cause the door was unlocked.

Squatters?

Well, they're quite house-proud whoever they are.

Yeah, he or she.

[Morton] He.

Radio, razor, hardly alternative lifestyle, is it?

Maybe this is who's been causing all the trouble.

What, they didn't realize there was camping in one of their own houses?

Yeah, no wonder the security firm got the sack.

I get the feeling this is the sort of bloke that'll come back for this stuff.

[gentle piano and orchestral music] [bird chirps] Oh, that's a beauty.

-Afternoon.

-Oh, hello, Crabbe.

This is, this is, um- -Jim.

-Yes, this is Jim.

Hello, Jim.

Thank you, Jim, and see you again soon, Jim.

Thank you, Leon.

Must dash.

Right, bye bye now.

-Bye Jim.

-Bye.

You've got some really weird people hanging around your place these days, Henderson.

Are you sure you haven't gone back to growing wacky backy?

Didn't you recognize him?

[Henry] No, why, should I?

Well, he's only our honorable member, isn't he?

He's only Mr. James Truman MP.

Oh, really?

Yeah, he's growing his own runner beans.

Granddad's Multicolored, Black Emperors.

He's got some lovely ones coming up.

Mind you, he can't get enough of my toms.

No, well, speaking of which, where are mine?

Ah, there's been a bit of a hitch there, Crabbe.

[Henry] What, what do you mean?

Well, stocks are low.

There aren't any ready for picking.

What are you talking... [bird chirps] he's had them, hasn't he?

You've given my toms to Jim.

Keep your hair on, Crabbe.

Keep my hair on.

Look, listen to me.

I've had a really bad day today, Henderson and it's barely halfway through.

Now you tell me some simpering politician's gone walking off with my Green Zebras.

Well, thanks a lot.

[suspenseful orchestral music] [vegetation rustles] [bird chirps] [car door slams] [car revs] [pan clunks] Two soups, one soufflé, and a liver and bacon, please.

[plates clattering] Oh, and the guy on four would like a potato pancake with his liver instead of mash.

What?

Well, I said I didn't think it would be a problem.

The pancake is for the salmon roe and the crème fresh.

Well, I thought you could just swap them round.

The gentlemen can have the potato pancakes with his liver and bacon if he wishes, Sally, but please take those plates in before they congeal.

[Sally] Right.

[door clunks] New customer at the bar, Sally, I've given her a drink.

Okay.

I didn't know we had sandwiches on the menu.

Well, I'm a night watchman now, didn't you know?

Oh, my hero.

Working nights, eating sandwiches.

[customers chattering indistinctly] Hi there.

So, there are no tomatoes on the menu in any shape or form?

I'm afraid not.

[Customer] Not even in a salad?

There's a delicious green salad.

Well, would you ask the chef if he has any?

Of course I will.

[cutlery clatters] You're not going to believe this.

There's this woman on eight demanding tomatoes.

There aren't any, I tell her, and she says, "Ask the chef."

She's after tomatoes?

Let me have a look.

Bloody Nora, it's her.

[Margaret] What do you mean is her?

Seen her around my place.

I bet she wants to get her hands on my toms.

[Henry] She's not the only one.

It's industrial espionage.

You mean vegetable espionage.

You can laugh, but it's dog-eat-dog in the fruit and veg business.

[suspenseful piano and orchestral music] [fox barks] [door creaks] [torch clicks] [paper rustles] Mm, what's in this one?

Oh, it's just leftovers, I'm afraid.

Chicken and bacon terrine and green chutney.

It's true then.

What's that?

You make great sandwiches.

Oh.

[Henry laughs] Have you and Guthrie ever worked together before?

[Morton] No, why?

Well, you were giving his driving such a hard time on the way over earlier on.

I wondered what that was all about.

You haven't heard Guthrie's story?

No.

PC Guthrie drives this very senior officer to a charity to do.

The senior officer has a few drinks, feels great, decides that he'll drive home.

Well, Guthrie says no and they argue.

Guthrie gives in, sits in the passenger seat.

The senior officer drives the car into a field, tells Guthrie to say that he was driving.

Guthrie says no and they argue.

Guthrie gets out of the car, falls in a ditch, and bangs his head on an old gas stove.

[Morton laughs] When he comes to he's strapped to the driver's seat, surrounded by uniforms.

Well, it's a good story.

Oh, yours is even better.

Oh yeah, go on then.

Okay.

You're destined for great things, but a rebellious streak means you'll never make it past detective inspector.

You spend years going after top villain Dudley Hooperman.

You and Hooperman share an interest in good food and fine wine.

You become friends.

Hooperman bribes you and flees the country.

You open a gourmet French restaurant.

The restaurant makes a fortune.

Hooperman hides the money for you in Switzerland.

Then disaster, Hooperman's killed in a plane crash.

You can't find the money.

So here you are chasing trespassers on a building site.

Well, that's a good story too.

I particularly like the bit about the gourmet French restaurant.

What's your story then?

Me, I haven't got a story.

Oh, I think you do have a story, constable Morton.

Otherwise you wouldn't be here.

Well- [Guthrie] There's someone coming across the field.

-[police radio crackles] -Okay.

Turn the light out.

[suspenseful music] [uniform rustles] [trespasser whistles] [gravel crunches] He's going into the house opposite.

-[police radio crackles] -Coming your way, Guthrie.

Yeah, received.

[door clunks] [footsteps clomping] [trespasser whistles] -Ah.

-[dramatic music] [Guthrie] Come here, you.

Ah.

Good evening.

So I get a job at Lion Security, but we can't find anywhere to live.

So we're stuck at Kelly's parents.

Kelly's my wife, right?

I'm getting all this grief from my mum.

There's ructions every night about something.

Is that a sandwich in there, sir?

Just get on with it.

So I got one night and have a beer with the lads.

When I get back that's a slight accident with her mum's china squirrels.

The next day I come back, I'm locked out.

So suddenly I'm homeless, I'm on the street.

Anyway, we're working here on the Close.

So I moved in next door.

Can I have a sandwich now?

Oh, here.

True story, you can call my governor.

Don't worry, I intend to and if there's so much as a scratch on any of these houses, it's criminal damage, right?

Now, I want you out of here tonight, Francis.

Please, sir, don't chuck me out in the middle of the night.

I must be going mad.

All right, first thing tomorrow morning.

You still love Kelly?

Course I do.

I wanna be with her, don't I?

She's my wife.

Yeah, and she's married to you, not her mum.

You've gotta stand up to 'em both.

It's the only way you'll get any respect.

Stand up to them, yeah.

That'll just make things worse.

You've got to win her mother over, talk to her.

Talk to her, yeah.

Look, the only advice you need to follow is to be out of here by the time I get back tomorrow, okay?

Now, Guthrie, you're on your own till eight o'clock.

And keep an eye on him.

Sir.

Francis?

Who was causing the trouble?

What trouble?

You know, the vandalism, trespassing, I mean, that's the reason your lot got the sack, wasn't it?

Nah, there wasn't any trouble.

And anyway, we weren't sacked.

Our governors took us off the job 'cause we never got paid.

Oh.

[suspenseful orchestral music] [wheelbarrow clatters] [gentle piano music] [car door slams] Where's Morton?

[Guthrie] Good question.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Morning, inspector.

[van door slams] Morning.

Haven't you heard about Morton, gov?

No I haven't and don't call me gov.

Well, they say Morton was over the side with this chief constable, right?

I mean, some people even say it was the home secretary.

Anyway, they're mad for each other, but he's married, right, he can't leave his wife, can he?

'Cause of the scandal.

But by now Morton knows where all the bodies are buried.

She could practically bring the government down.

So he has to do a deal, right?

She has to spend a year in obscurity till the dust settles and then she's back on the fast track.

I'll tell you, she'll probably be the first woman commissioner.

Either that or standing for parliament.

Apparently she hasn't made up her mind yet.

Guthrie, have personnel made up a psychological profile of you?

[Guthrie] No, why?

[upbeat jazz piano music] Thanks very much.

[car door slams] Morning, gov.

Oi, they're only climbing over the back fence.

Come on.

[suspenseful piano and orchestral music] [walkers talking indistinctly] Oi, get those dirty boots off my turf.

[walkers laughing] -See?

-[dog barks] Oh, look everyone, uniformed police.

They must be getting desperate.

You're all trespassing.

This is private property.

Yes it is and there's a public highway running right through it.

[Woman] Here, here.

The highway must be kept open and available for public use at all times.

[walkers talking indistinctly] There's a public footpath from Woodfield village running right through here and they put a house right smack on top of it.

Are you absolutely sure about that, Ken?

Are you sure you don't want to recheck the map?

Of course, I'm sure.

I hope I don't have to remind you that obstructing the highway or damaging its surface are criminal offenses under the 1980s Highways Act.

If you arrest us or use unreasonable force you may be liable to civil action.

Well, he's not going to do that, are you?

Madam, I have no intention of doing either.

Are you sure?

Sir?

Take over here.

-Can you move back, please?

-All right, all right.

-[walkers talking indistinctly] -[dog barks] [Henry] What's this all about Mr.

Carver?

[Carver coughs] Well, there is, there was, a slight problem about a footpath, but we are having negotiations with the county council and things are proceeding as they should, inspector.

Those people are trespassing.

Yes, well, I think it's a little early to start taking a hard line on this.

I would suggest, with your permission, that we let these people cross the property in an orderly fashion and then perhaps we can clarify this slight problem of yours.

The whole point of you being here is stop this sort of nonsense.

What kind of a policeman are you anyway?

The legal kind.

You know I'm in the Amblers Association.

I just haven't been out with them for a while.

-[hens clucking] -Ken Wainwright rang and asked if I wanted to check up on some old footpath.

-[hens clucking] -So, what do you like to do with your spare time, Mrs. Crabbe?

Oh, well, I like to go round the countryside with my mates, the stroppy senior citizens, and do a nice bit of trespassing.

I wasn't trespassing.

I didn't jump over the fence.

[hens clucking] No, but you were going to.

Look, if I had known you were working for them, I'd have talked them round, honestly I would.

I know Ken's an irritable old so and so, but he knows his stuff.

If he says there's a public right of way across that estate, there will be.

Look, it's not my problem.

It's between the council and the developers.

It is your problem.

You're working for the developers.

Look, I know what to do about this path.

You need a definitive map and you can find one in the Highways Department at county hall.

We can go there together.

Come on, Henry, it'll be fun.

Fun.

[keys tapping] [computer beeps] [keys tapping] There it is, there, there.

[Margaret] No, somewhere round there.

-No, it's- -Wait.

-[keys tapping] -[phone rings] Yes, that's Woodfield village.

[phone rings] Here's Barstock Road, goes through the village, turns right and the new houses should be just around about there.

And dotted line is a footpath.

Very close.

Right.

Yes, you're quite right about Cherry Tree Close, Mrs. Crabbe.

When Drumcastle Developments were granted planning permission, we gave them a standard warning that the footpath would have to be protected or diverted.

But why didn't they just divert it?

Well, the developers did apply a couple of times for an order to divert, but there were objections.

They were unable to resolve the objections, so they dropped the application and carried on building regardless.

Thought nobody would notice, typical.

So what did you do?

Oh, we served them with a Section 143 requiring them to remove the obstruction.

What, you mean knock the house down?

Fortunately, that won't be necessary.

The footpath runs directly through the house.

Removal of the front and back doors will suffice.

[phone rings] The Section gives them 28 days to comply.

Those 28 days run out... Don't tell me, tomorrow?

Ah, yes, spot on, inspector.

We'll be there, of course, to make sure they comply.

Still, we shouldn't have any trouble with you around.

[door clunks] They're gonna take the doors off the house -because of some ruddy footpath?

-So it would seem, sir.

Tomorrow, in fact.

But tomorrow's the day Drumcastle hand over ever keys to the first residents.

Yes, well, that's why they hired us in the first place.

So it would appear that Drumcastle had the law on their side.

Jenny?

Well, it doesn't look too good, does it?

Police officers working arm-in-arm with developers -who are flouting the law.

-Oh God.

On the other hand, officers standing by while the doors are ripped off some newlyweds first home.

Good looking couple are they?

Telegenic?

I have no idea.

I know there won't be any embarrassment about Drumcastle paying for us.

What do you mean?

Well, they're broke.

Lion Security never got paid, nor did anyone else.

Oh God almighty.

Can I suggest DI Crabbe handles the press on this one, sir?

He's been on site.

He's got a good grasp of the situation.

It is only a civil matter after all.

There's no need for a senior officer to get involved.

Yeah, excellent idea.

Thank you, Jenny.

[knife chops] Hi.

-Hi.

-[door clatters] Look, is he always gonna be this way or are you just having a bad week?

[water splashes] Okay, fair enough.

There's just one thing you ought to know.

Any day now, Nicola will be coming back through that door.

Any day now, she's gonna wake up and realize she made a big mistake.

I mean, I'm sure you're a very nice person, but pretty soon Nicola will be coming back to her old job.

Do you see what I mean?

Listen, Nicola comes back, I'm out of here, no problem.

Thanks, I appreciate that.

There's a small grubby person with compost in his hair headed this way and that can only mean one thing, tomatoes.

Got your toms, Crabbe.

[Henry] Marvelous.

[door slams] -[Henry sniffs] -Green Zebra.

Yes, we should serve these stuffed with breadcrumbs, sprig of parsley, touch of garlic, spot of olive oil, and then cooked long and slow in a low, low oven.

[Gary] Yeah, nice one, chef.

[gentle harp music] [Leon] Mind your backs, all right?

Henry, there's someone out there wants to see you.

[pan clatters] And then they're roasted slowly in the oven.

I've tried them, they're delicious.

[Woman] Green tomatoes, you said?

Yeah, but they are ripe, they're a rare variety.

You can't buy them in the shops.

Well, in that case, I'd better try one, hadn't I?

[Sally] Okay.

Oh yes, I remember, we met in Henderson's garden.

This is my wife, Ann.

How do you do?

Mr. Truman is here, especially for your tomatoes, Henry.

Henderson tipped me off they were on the menu tonight.

I must say they were delicious.

Absolutely delicious.

Well, I'm glad you enjoyed them.

Henderson told me that you were a bit of a runner bean fanatic.

Indeed, I am.

I've got some very rare varieties coming up.

Daniel's Defiance, Purple Aztec.

Jim thinks his Black Scarlet's are going to be particularly magnificent this year, don't you, darling?

Do you know, I'd be very interested in some runners for the restaurant.

Now, that's a marvelous idea.

Some of my runners?

I am honored.

Look, here's my card.

Thank you.

Ah, give me a ring.

We'll sort something out.

That's marvelous.

Fame at last day, eh, darling?

[Mr. and Mrs. Truman laughing] [Henry] Well, good night now.

Good night, thank you.

[door clunks] -[Gary] There you go, H. -[Leon] Oh, cheers.

-[Henry] All gone?

-Not quite.

Good evening, my name's Liz Smiley.

I'm from the Ministry of Farming and Food.

Can I have a word with the owner and with you, Mr. Henderson?

[suspenseful orchestral music] Illegal?

Are you saying my toms are illegal?

Since the European directive of 1970, it's been illegal to sell seed varieties that are not registered on the national list.

Ah, ah, but I'm not selling seeds, am I?

[Liz] You're selling tomatoes with the seeds in them.

That's not my fault.

They're designed like that.

Yeah, I mean, people come here to eat his tomatoes, not to plant them.

Mr. Henderson, if you agree to stop selling these varieties we'll think no more about it.

Alternatively, you could register them.

[Leon] And I how do I do that?

It'll cost you 2,000 pounds per variety and then approximately 700 pounds a year from then on.

Two grand?

If I had two grand I'd retire.

What is the point of all this?

The point is neither here nor there.

Regulations must be kept.

It's as simple as that.

Yes, but I mean, what's to become of the Green Zebra or the Purple Calabash?

Doesn't the fate of the Tiger Tom stir your blood just the teensiest little bit?

Not my problem.

A tomato is a tomato is a tomato, Mr. Crabbe.

[gentle orchestral music] [door slams] [crowd talking indistinctly] [Dove] Oi, come on, come on.

[crowd talking indistinctly] [camera shutters clicking] Please open the front door... Now.

[gentle orchestral music] [crowd cheers] [Woman] Well done everybody, wonderful.

[drill whirs] Yes, if I might just say that we are, of course, deeply sorry for any inconvenience caused to this young couple and we will be making alternative arrangements until this unfortunate... Well, this most unfortunate term, well, until we resolve this unfortunate...

I'm sorry, can I just start that again?

[crowd cheers] The highway authority did warn the developers of the situation from day one, but they ignored the warnings and failed to take correct measures.

[Crowd] Here, here.

Of course, we take absolutely no pleasure in the events of today.

but responsibility does lie fairly and squarely with Drumcastle Developments.

[camera shutters clicking] [gentle orchestral music] [crowd talking indistinctly] [crowd cheers and claps] Public footpaths are For the public, not for developers to put monstrosities on.

Of course, we are all terribly sorry about the young couple who wanted to move in.

The countryside belongs to everybody.

[Crowd] Here, here.

Thin end of the wedge, this is.

Landowners and developers think they can ride roughshod over the law.

Yes, what my friend is saying is that we're sure the county council -is doing everything it possibly can- -I'm 76 and my husband is 78.

Oh, look, there's the stile, it's up.

Come on, everybody, over here now.

[crowd talking indistinctly] [upbeat piano music] [dog barks] Strictly speaking, this isn't a police problem at all.

Since we're aware that things like this can cause tensions in small communities like ours, the police are here to ensure fair play.

In fact, I'm pleased to be able to tell you that the council workers have been allowed to get on with their jobs without any let or hindrance whatsoever.

I think Crabbe handled that rather well.

It was all right, I suppose.

[crowd talking indistinctly] [Woman] Thank you very much.

[Man] Come on, everybody.

Oh, good morning, inspector.

Now listen to me.

If you people think you're gonna go marching backwards and forwards through this house all day, then I'll have you arrested for holding an illegal rave.

Now, move on.

I don't understand it, you know.

That bloke from the council said you'd applied to have the path diverted.

Twice.

The same person objected both times.

Who was it?

[Carver sighs] Mrs. Anne Truman.

You can just see her place through there.

[Carver sighs] Would that be the old manor house?

[Carver] That's the one.

The new pathway would've been 200 yards away.

And is Ann Truman the wife of James Truman MP?

He's the one that objects.

But it wouldn't look very public spirited, would it?

So she signs everything everything.

Looks like the M1 around here.

Hello, Margaret.

[plastic bag rustles] [Margaret] Gary said you might like some lunch.

Oh, that's very kind, thank you.

Are you happy now?

What, to see the law being upheld, yes I am actually.

What a lovely kitchen.

It's so nice not having food everywhere.

Yes, if you're looking for wooly-hatted friends, they went that away.

I'd better check on Ken.

He's turning into Che Guevara.

Did you know there was a couple making love in the hall?

What?

Morning, sir.

Oh, it's you.

This is my wife, Kelly.

We're together again.

I'm very happy for you.

I met her mum to talk it through.

Then she started slagging me off.

Then I did what you said.

I stood up to her.

I said, "Give me some respect, woman."

Yeah, that did the trick, did it?

Yeah, she slung us both out.

Yes, well, now you're both obstructing the highway, so please move on.

I was thinking maybe we could stay here tonight.

Francis, out.

Problem?

No.

Didn't you say this door was locked?

It is.

Isn't that your key?

No.

[light switch clicks] [suspenseful orchestral music] [video player clunks] [Henry] "Snow White."

"The Lion King."

"Bambi."

"Storm Troopers in Suspenders."

[Carver sighs] Do you know anything about these, Mr.

Carver?

[Carver gasps] Anxiety attack, sir.

-[paper bag rustles] -[Carver puffs] If you think those, if you think those videos are- No.

Mr.

Carver, we don't think they're yours.

Whose are they then?

What about Francis?

He was working here.

He was even kipping here on the site.

He copies the videos in there and moves them in and out whenever he wants.

Lion Security pull out three days early, Francis hasn't got time to move his gear.

Yeah, so he moves in, sneaks in there, and tries to fill up a couple of suitcases.

Do you want me to call CID?

I'll pretend you didn't say that, Guthrie.

Just find out where Francis is working right now and tell him he can stay here tonight.

[gravel crunches] [suspenseful orchestral music] [doorbell buzzes] [dog barks] [doorbell buzzes] All right, hang on, hang on, hang on.

-Hello, Mr. Crabbe.

-[Henry] Hello.

James is busy with his beans as usual.

[dog barks] I'll show you through to the kitchen garden.

-Thank you.

-[door slams] Illegal vegetables?

Illegal, yes, if they're not registered on this national list, It's all to do with seeds, you see.

And the tomatoes have got the seeds in them.

I imagine it's much the same with runner beans.

Well, if what you say is true, this is rather worrying.

You and I, Crabbe, in our respective positions, we have to be ultra careful about such things.

[fly buzzes] Yes, ultra careful, which is why I wanted to let you know that Henderson seems to be determined to make a bit of a stand about this.

He seems to fancy himself as a martyr to rare vegetables.

That's up to him, of course.

Yes, oh yes, of course, but the thing is, he sees you, as an MP, as a very powerful ally.

He's convinced you'll stand by him.

Stand by him?

Now, before you do that, sir, I think you ought to know that Henderson's already had a brush with the law, several years ago, concerning the cultivation of marijuana.

Now look here.

I can't afford to be associated with someone like that.

No, of course not.

But it's Henderson, you see, he's such a hot head.

I mean, you don't know what he's gonna do next.

Someone must persuade him not to do anything foolish.

Surely you have influence over him.

You could talk to him, Crabbe.

I suppose I could give it a try.

Ah, of course, if there's ever anything I can do for you.

I don't suppose you caught the lunchtime news at all?

No?

Ah, you might've seen an item there about Cherry Tree Close.

Now, that's in...

It's in that direction, isn't it?

Yes, why?

Well, it's a bit of a disaster in public order terms.

I was there this morning.

[coughs] It seems that the developers have built a house directly across a public footpath.

Yes, most unfortunate situation, I believe.

Yeah.

Of course, if the developers had been allowed to divert the footpath, none of this would have happened, but somebody objected.

Not very public spirited, eh?

Oh, I see.

I get the picture.

Oh, what picture's that, sir?

You'll talk to Henderson and I'll be public spirited?

I wouldn't have thought you'd be anything else, sir.

[gentle orchestral music] [door latch clicks] -[police radio crackles] -Guthrie, he's here.

Received.

[door slams] Cocky little sod's brought the wife.

Wait a minute.

The van's going.

Not going to get the videos very far without it, -are they?

-[door slams] [Francis] Kelly, we are here.

Come on, let's have a rest.

[Kelly] I'm not tired.

I don't mean a rest, I mean, a rest.

Let's get something to eat first, 'cause I'm starving.

All right, let's go to the kitchen.

They have wicked packed lunches, these lot.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-[police radio crackles] -Guthrie, watch it.

They're going in the kitchen.

-Received.

-[police radio crackles] -[gentle orchestral music] -[gravel crunches] [car door slams] It's all going very well, isn't it, constable?

[suspenseful orchestral music] [door latch clicks] Yes, some of that, some of that.

Bit of pie.

[video boxes clattering] And half a bottle of wine.

'94, excellent year.

What are you doing here, you great twerp?

Hello, Mr. Dove.

What have you got there?

You say a word to anyone about this and I'll- Before you say a word, Mr. Dove, I think you ought to know that I've had it up to the back teeth with gardeners this week.

[wine glugs] -Footpaths.

-[glasses clink] [Henry] Tomatoes.

Thought you were great on the telly.

Well, thanks, but I thought you and the wooly hats were best.

Cheers.

Cold chicken, cheese, and biscuits.

[door knocking] We're closed.

[Gary] I'll get it.

[door latch clicks] He doesn't still think that Nicola's...

It's for you, chef.

Oh, ho, welcome to my gourmet French restaurant.

We couldn't get through on the phone.

That's because the phone's off the hook.

Have a drumstick.

Anyway, Fisher wants to see you in his office first thing.

-Perfect.

-[gentle orchestral music] [Henry knocks] Come.

[door latch clicks] One job and you're already running a deficit.

Drumcastle Development's not paid up then, sir?

[Fisher] You know very well they haven't.

Well, you know, that footpath is being diverted, so perhaps they might be able to sell a couple of their houses.

Point is, Crabbe, you weren't supposed to go swanning round the place arresting people.

[Henry] I'm sorry, sir.

That's for somebody else to worry about.

Anyway, I don't think you'll get much chance on your next job.

[mysterious harp music] So here I am.

It's a crying shame, Henry.

Still a good story though.

Oh God, look at the time.

I must get going.

Well, nice to see you again.

And you, sir.

Oh, and give my regards to Jane.

Jane?

PC Morton, old friend of the family.

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