Heartbeat (1992) s05e13 Episode Script

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Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
PROCOL HARUM:
Whiter Shade Of Pale
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
And the room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out
for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at
first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Professor?
She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through
my playing cards
(OPERATOR) "Emergency.
Which service do you require?"
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well be closed
And so it was that later ♪
- Hello?
- In here, doctor.
You've got a body for me?
It's Brigstocke.
Looks like he fell off the steps.
Could have been an accident.
You could be right.
Wasn't there an anonymous call?
There was a break-in.
She must have had
the shock of her life.
- A woman?
- A woman's voice.
We'll need a post mortem.
Yes, CID are on their way.
So, who raised the alarm?
Well, that's what
I've got to find out.
Professor Brigstocke was quite a
famous archaeologist in his day.
- Was he?
- Mm. I've read some of his books.
And I really wanted to meet him,
only Rita warned me off.
Why's that?
Said he'd been a recluse for
so long. Disliked people.
Oh, how come she knows so much?
Well, she did his shopping
and a bit of cleaning.
I've been down here every
night this week, milord.
No sign of poachers so far.
Good. Should be excellent sport.
- Got all the ghillies standing by?
- All that sorted out.
And make sure the Marquis
gets the best spot.
- He's gonna need a lot of help.
- Yes, milord.
And talking of help, I think I might
get the boys in blue down here tonight,
just to make sure.
'Ere! Steady on!
Sorry, Alf, I aimed to miss.
Well, leave it out.
What's Blaketon going to say?
Well, it doesn't matter, does it?
He's off duty.
He was until last night's events.
Why didn't you say so?
What are you doing
down there, Bellamy?
The usual hive of activity, I see.
Uh, it's been a bit quiet, sarge.
Not for some, it hasn't.
There's been another burglary
down at Queen Street, number 55.
So, Bellamy, look into it.
I want a full report on my
desk by this afternoon.
Sarge.
And Ventress
if it's not too much trouble
we do happen to run to a
wastepaper basket in this office.
- Morning Blaketon. Not leaving, I hope?
- Oh, no, milord.
A word, if you please.
Yes, yes, milord. Ventress, tea!
Did he have any relatives?
None surviving that I know of.
He always said he
didn't need family,
just his books and his collection.
Then the poor old soul
went nearly blind.
When did you last see him?
Yesterday.
He's been ever so worried recently.
He kept wittering on
about the library.
Something important
he had to set right.
Like what?
Oh, I don't know, ramblings!
He said the library held
the key to our history.
BERN ELLIOTT AND THE FENMEN:
Money
The best things in life are free
But you can give it
to the birds and bees
I need money
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
Your love gives
me such a thrill
But your love
don't pay my bills
I need money
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want ♪
So your Lordship, we will give
you the fullest cooperation.
The party tomorrow will
include the Marquis.
Oh.
And it's hardly say we don't want
anything untoward to happen now, do we?
Well, if any of our unsavoury locals
so much as set foot on your land
we'll have 'em.
Make sure you do, Blaketon.
I can't this afternoon.
It's Gina's birthday and I've got
to go all the way to Ashfordly
to buy the flaming present.
I can let you have
a couple of trout.
- You what?
- For her present.
Don't talk daft!
I don't think she even likes trout.
Well, stuff 'em with nuts.
She won't know the difference.
Anyway, she's going out.
Aren't you having a party?
Maybe. After closing.
I'll invite myself.
Hey you know that Austin
motor outside? Who's is it?
American lady. A tourist.
She checked in yesterday
for bed and breakfast.
That her?
Aye.
- Everything all right, love?
- Fine, thanks.
Here. Have you heard about
that old Professor chap?
- Yeah, what about him?
- He's dead.
It's typical, ain't it?
Still owes me 15 bob for
hedging and ditching in 1956.
Every time I went round,
he said he was skint.
Now he's taken it with him.
Skint? Get away, he were loaded.
I heard
(I heard he had a treasure
trove up there.)
You're joking.
Aye. Items of national
importance, so Rita said.
He reckoned the Gerries'd
be after it during t'War.
- Must be valuable, then.
- Aye.
Summat to do with the Cross
of St. Columba, Rita said.
Cross? I bet it was solid gold.
A lot of that religious stuff is.
Aye, maybe so, and maybe
he was murdered for it.
- Morning.
- Morning.
Ah, Rowan.
Good of you to join us.
It was a late night, sarge.
I know. I've just heard from CID.
They ruled out suspicious
circumstances
but we've got more
important things in hand.
Lord Ashfordly.
Which means you and Bellamy
are in for a spot of overtime.
Hello.
Didn't you used to do
gardening for him?
That were years ago.
I know that. But you must have
heard summat to give you a clue.
No, but I reckon if
the Professor hid it,
then it must still be there.
- Stands to reason.
- Why's that?
Well, once he's gone blind, there
was nowt he could do to shift it.
- What's this, then?
- Treasure up at old Brigstocke's house.
There were no sign of it
when we took body out.
Well, there wouldn't
be, would there?
'Ey up, I think you're in trouble.
Dad! Where've you been?
I've had your dinner going
cold for half an hour.
All right, all right.
Are you doing owt
later on tonight?
No. Wasn't thinking of it.
You are now. Don't worry,
I'll make it worth your while.
- Hello, Maggie.
- Are you free Thursday night?
Yeah, can be.
- Birthday meal for Gina, my place.
- Sounds good to me.
About 8pm then. And Phil's coming.
And bring a bottle.
Right.
Shame about old Brigstocke.
News travels fast.
Well, half the village thinks
there's buried treasure up there.
Chance'd be a fine thing.
You took your time.
Fresh client turned up.
Get hold of this net and go
hook it on a branch over there.
- How do I get there?
- Walk.
- I'll get my feet wet.
- It'll go with behind your ears.
Go on, get on with it.
Come on, get 'em in!
Don't mess about!
Come on, get 'em in!
VAN DOOR SLAMMING
Quiet. Somebody coming.
- I need this like a
- Ssh!
- I hope you know the way.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
RADIO: "Control to Delta
Alpha two five?"
Yeah, go ahead, Alf.
"Maggie Bolton reports a light
on at Brigstocke's house."
- "Can you take a look?"
- Yeah, will do.
What about river patrol?
It'll have to wait.
Shame.
Get hold of that.
- What about the net?
- Leave it! Leave it! Go on!
Hello, hello, hello.
Well, how can we tell
if anything's missing?
Unless they were looking
for the buried treasure.
Don't you start.
I don't see any trout, Jenkins.
Could be they moved further
downstream, milord.
I hope you're right.
Get that net out of here!
I thought you were on
patrol last night, Jenkins!
The police were in charge of
this stretch last night, milord.
I'll have Blaketon's head on a pole!
Two burglaries,
two nights running
in a dead man's house
and you come up with nothing.
Well, it's hard to tell if
anything's missing, sarge.
What are they after then?
Well, rumour has it there's a load
of buried treasure up there.
You're kidding me,
buried treasure.
We'd best consult the oracle.
- Ventress, in here!
- Sarge?
What do you know about the
late Professor Brigstocke?
He was an archaeologist, sarge.
Would you care to elaborate?
Well, they dig things up.
I know what an
archaeologist is, Ventress.
I just want to know
more about this one.
Oh, well, he retired up here because
of a scandal before the war.
They said he'd been stealing
from tombs in his excavations.
- Was he prosecuted?
- It never got that far.
Mind you, they said he went blind
by way of divine retribution.
And?
Well, he retired,
everyone forgot about it.
Looks like we'd best
start remembering.
I'm sorry to trouble you,
but is Nick in?
Constable Rowan's on duty.
Probably looking for me.
I thought you might like this.
Oh no, Mr. Greengrass, I couldn't.
It's all right.
A pal of mine caught it last night.
Well yes, definitely. I've got plenty,
you know, it wants using.
- Well, if you're sure. Thank you.
- There you are.
I heard there were a break-in
at Brigstocke's last night.
Was there?
Does the constable
think they found owt?
Do you think there's
anything to be found?
Well, items of national importance,
so that Joseph Walker reckons.
- Be a shame if they got lost.
- Yes, wouldn't it?
They were all gold you know, those
are valuable, like all religious stuff.
There's even a cross of that erm,
what's his name, St. Columba.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Right. Well, I'll get off, then.
Hope you enjoy the trout.
You want to stuff it, with nuts.
- It's lovely.
- Yes.
Just finishing off the report on
the Queen Street burglary, sarge.
Well done, Bellamy.
Yup, it happened the
night before the funeral.
The coffin was still
on the table, sarge.
- Yeah, that reminds me.
- Of what, Ventress?
Well, there was a case
a few months ago.
A suspected burglary after a death,
but the relatives,
they decided to drop it.
Why?
They didn't know what was missing.
And did you file a report?
No. They didn't want
to take it any further.
So you decided to save
on the paperwork.
Brilliant.
Now check back and see if there are
any other thefts related to deaths.
PHONE RINGS
Ashfordly Police Station.
Sarge, it's for you.
- Who is it?
- Lord Ashfordly.
- Hello, Bernie.
- Refill?
- Yes, please.
- 'Erbert!
Bernie, what time did you take Professor
Brigstocke's body from the house?
First thing yesterday.
When was it 'Erbert?
About nine o'clock, Mr. Scripps.
Rowan! I've just had Lord
Ashfordly bending my ear.
Somebody cleaned out
that river last night
the one that you and Bellamy
were supposed to be patrolling.
Now get on your bike
and follow me. Now!
Can I help?
I'm sorry, I was just looking
into a little local history.
Oh, that's alright.
Makes a change, not having the
place overrun with poachers.
I can imagine.
- Lord Ashfordly.
- Eileen Reynolds.
And this is Constable
Rowan's daughter, Katie.
Ah!
- Was this an old abbey once?
- Yes, St. Columba's.
Done away with during the
dissolution of the monasteries
when my family got the land.
Has anyone ever
excavated the site?
Not seriously, no.
Brigstocke did a bit of work
out there before the war,
but it never came to very much.
The late Professor Brigstocke?
Yes, that's right.
Look, if you're interested, why
not go around the Hall sometime?
You can have the run of
the library if you like.
I might take you up
on that. Thank you.
I'd be very please.
So nice to see someone
who takes an interest.
Aye, this looks serious.
We only need another one,
we can have a game of solo.
Where were you last
night, Greengrass?
In the house, on me own,
doing nowt.
Not that it's anything
to do with you.
What's up?
Somebody pinch your whistles?
Do you have any fish
on the premises?
- Yeah.
- Really?
A stuffed one in a glass case.
You know what I mean,
Greengrass. Trout.
Well of course I've got trout.
Then show me.
I bought them from
the fishmonger.
Unless of course you
can perjure otherwise.
Rowan, tear this place apart.
- Afternoon.
- Yeah.
Don't forget to wipe your feet.
Caught trespassing, eh?
Hardly. Just a little exploring.
I thought I'd follow up
on the treasure rumours.
It doesn't exist.
I'm not so sure.
There's a ruined abbey on his land
and no-one has ever found out
what happened to its contents.
And what's that got
to do with Brigstocke?
Well, he explored
the site in the 1930s.
Maybe he found something of value.
And that's what he mentioned
to Rita before he died.
Exactly.
Mm! Nice fish, this.
Isn't it? Very fresh.
And here we are, the library.
Ah. Don't supposed
that Constable Rowan
has found out who stole
my fish yet, has he?
Er, no.
But he's got a few
suspects, I'm sure.
Someone dies,
the house gets burgled.
But nothing of real
value get stolen.
There was an old lady who was
widowed a couple of weeks back.
Complained that someone had been
messing about with her knickknacks.
It was a non event, that one.
Just like the break-in at Brigstocke's.
Who knew the Professor was dead?
Just about everybody in the pub.
And the undertakers, of course.
Could be a connection there.
You still here, Rowan?
Fish, man! Think fish!
On my way, sarge.
Any luck?
It's all rather over my head.
Most of it's in Latin.
Yeah, I didn't think there
was much to go on.
Still, if you do turn anything up,
you might let me know.
We need a new roof.
The coffin was in the room
when they broke in?
With the occupant
set up on the table.
They must have
walked right past it.
That is really creepy.
I think it's disgusting.
Like old Professor Brigstocke.
The old man hardly cold and
someone tries to burgle the place.
Diabolical, that's what it is.
It's no good for business
either, is it Herbert.
Speaking of which,
mustn't keep the dead waiting.
Has that Joseph Walker been in?
No. Why do you want him?
No reason.
Just, he owes me a drink.
Lord Ashfordly? Mary Secker.
I'm writing a book
on old English abbeys
and heard you have
some ruins on your land.
Well, well two enquiries in one day.
Goodbye, Mrs. Reynolds.
Do please call again.
Yes, thank you.
And do please come
in, Miss Secker.
- Eileen!
- In here.
That fish we had last night,
where did you get it from?
It was local.
Oh, you mean that's your story?
You're sticking to it?
Something like that, yes.
It was a present from
Claude Greengrass.
The golden rule is we treat all
gifts from Claude Greengrass
with extreme suspicion.
How would you say,
haven't you noticed,
although they live frugally,
they only eat off
solid gold plates.
Everything. Everything.
All the crosses and that,
everything, all eighteen carat.
You're not going all religious,
are you, Claude?
No, I might be.
Now then, give him a scotch.
I thought you said he owed you?
Yeah, well, I've changed my mind.
Come on. Chop, chop.
You know we were talking about
the professor and the treasure.
Are you positive he
never actually ever hinted
as to where he'd hidden it?
Never. All he said was,
it was safest where he found it.
Um, three bob.
Put it on the slate.
Thank you very much.
Three burglaries, three funerals,
and all different undertakers.
There could be a
simple explanation.
Well, don't just keep
it to yourself, Alf.
Someone who reads the death
columns in the local papers.
Great.
- Any progress?
- We're working on it, sarge.
Well, don't let me stop you.
I want a full summary of your
investigations by tonight, Ventress.
I'm off to Aidensfield.
He seems to be spending more
time out than in these days.
And more over there than over here.
How do you mean?
Nick's Aunty Eileen.
Never!
And I had her down as a
woman of taste and discretion.
Now then
how was the fish?
Very nice.
You must have a very generous friend.
Oh, oh, yeah.
- Was there something you wanted?
- No, not really.
It's just you remember me
telling you about St. Columba?
You know, and all the gold.
I've found out he's got an abbey.
What about it?
Well, I thought you might
know where it was, you know.
Cause I'm a bit like you.
I'm very interested in history.
Really? Well, I can tell you.
The ruin's are on the Ashfordly
Estate, near the Keltic Cross.
Right. Well, I'll let you
get on with it then, now.
There was an American lady
asking about it as well.
How do you mean, heard anything?
You know what I mean, George.
Has anyone offered
to sell you any fish?
As a matter of fact,
yes, but I said no.
- Who?
- Who do you think?
Yeah, I already tried
it and drawn a blank.
He's either flogged it already
or someone's stored it for him.
- How about Joseph?
- Well, can't see it myself.
Rita wouldn't let him keep
hooky fish in the house.
Claude was being a bit secretive
with 'Erbert the other day.
Mind you, they'd probably talked
about the treasure cos everyone is.
That's all I need.
Did you find your
ruins, Miss Secker?
Better than that,
I found the owner.
Alright. Well, keep your ears open.
- Oh, happy birthday, Gina.
- Ta. I'll see you later!
Hello, Oscar.
Eileen.
What brings you into
our neck of the woods?
- Poachers.
- Ah.
Or to be more specific,
Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.
Really?
He took Lord Ashfordly's trout
from under some of the
highest placed noses in the land.
Oh, dear.
And I want him to see
me round every bend.
Right.
Well, I'd best be off.
I bid you good day.
Good luck.
- Oh, Oscar!
- Eileen?
Would you care to pop round for
a bite of supper this evening?
Well, that would be very nice.
- About eight.
- Lovely.
Thank you.
I heard about that Queen Street
burglary when we went for the coffin.
Have you handled any
other funerals recently?
Apart from Queen Street,
it's been quiet.
I blame this new
yogurt stuff myself.
Do your ushers work
for you full time?
No, can't afford it.
They just come in as and when.
And who else is involved
in the business?
'Erbert does the make-up.
He's the best layer-out in the area.
Works for most of the
Asfordly undertakers.
He does make-up?
Yeah, for the bodies.
Always makes 'em look lovely.
But he's in demand.
Where is he now?
Oh, home in Ashfordly.
He's fetching the professor over later.
Ashfordly police.
I wonder if you could tell us if
Herbert Morris works for you?
He does? Thank you very much.
He's the only one who works
for all three undertakers.
Let's pay him a visit.
THE ROLLING STONES:
19th Nervous Breakdown
You're the kind of person
You meet at certain
dismal dull affairs
Centre of a crowd
talking much too loud
Running up and down the stairs
Well it seems to me that you have
seen too much in too few years
And though you've tried
you just can't hide
Your eyes are edged with tears
You'd better stop
Look around
Here it comes
Here comes your 19th
nervous breakdown
When you were a child
you were treated kind
But you were never
brought up right
And you were always spoiled
with a thousand toys
- Mrs. Morris?
- Yes?
Is your son Herbert in, please?
No. He had to pick a
body up from the hospital.
Would you mind if we
take a look in his room?
Not in any trouble is he?
We just like to eliminate
him from our enquiries.
Alright, you'd better come in.
Smells good.
He brought me a nice
bit of fish for my tea.
There's not much room, is there.
He's ever so proud
of his collection.
And he's got names for 'em all.
This is his latest one.
He calls it the Professor.
Oh, who's to blame?
That girl's just insane
Well nothing I do
don't seem to work
It only seems to
make matters worse
Oh, please
When you were a child
you were treated kind
But you were never
brought up right
You were always spoiled
with a thousand toys
And still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you
Owes a million dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting
ways of making sealing wax
You'd better stop
Look around
Here it comes
Here comes your 19th
nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th
nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th
nervous breakdown ♪
We're not ready for visitors.
I'm sure the professor won't mind.
I like 'em to look
their best, you know.
Get there nice and clean.
When I've finished the professor,
he'll have a lovely smile.
I'm the last person they see.
I like 'em to remember me kindly.
Do you remember them?
Everyone I've ever laid out.
Is that why you take
things from them?
What do you mean?
We've seen your room, 'Erbert.
All those ornaments.
They're just bits of stuff.
It's still breaking into
somebody's house though.
I think you'd better come
down to the station with us.
You don't understand.
They wanted me to have 'em.
Hey, you got anyone else in here?
No, the Professor's the
only client just now.
- All right to take a look?
- I don't know about that.
Well, Lord Ashfordly's
still with us, Herbert.
I don't think he wants
you to take these.
- Greengrass!
- (GASPS)
And just what do you think
you're doing down here?
If you must know, I'm exploring.
This is all part of our national
archaeological heritage.
It's not part of yours.
I'm arresting you for trespassing,
breaking in and entering,
desecration of a burial
site and grave robbing.
You left out kicking a policeman.
Greengrass, on your feet.
Watch it!
It's all right.
It's down here for
Brilliant!
Why don't you bury us alive?
As usual, Blaketon, blame me.
You've brought the whole
damn tunnel down, you oaf.
Any of your cronies
know you're down here?
No. I came on me own.
What about that 4-legged
mutt of yours outside?
He's more intelligent than you.
Do you think he'll raise the alarm?
He's a lurcher, not flamin' Lassie!
BARKS
Hello there.
Where's Claude?
- Give him a packet of crisps.
- He's already had two!
Mind you put it on the slate.
All right if I nip off, George?
Alright, go on, enjoy yourself.
Mind you back by chucking
out time, though.
I will be.
So how old are you then, Gina?
- Don't ask.
- You can't be that old.
Well I'm 24, if you must know.
24 and still on the shelf.
I was engaged when I was 24.
That's nothing, I've
been married for years!
Come on then, Maggie,
tell us about Mr. Bolton.
It's a long boring story
and grub's up.
Strewth!
Who are they?
Former residents.
Let's hope we don't join 'em.
- That was lovely, Maggie.
- Yeah, thanks, Maggie.
It's a change to cook
for other people.
- You finished?
- Um, yeah.
I normally just open up a tin.
You get lazy living on your own.
Yeah, I suppose I
never have done, really.
Oh, lucky you!
Mind you, I suppose it must
depend on who you live with.
How do you mean?
Well, it can't have been
easy for you this last year.
Well, Eileen took a
bit getting used to.
The hardest part was persuading her not
to keep rushing me to answer the phone.
Oh well, it could
have been worse!
Come on, you two.
- I can see some light.
- Where?
Argh!
(COUGHING)
Argh!
Shut up. You're lucky I
didn't fall down on top of you.
Oh, God, light's gone out.
What's that?
- (GROANS)
- What's up with you?
I've think I've broken my leg.
Ought to be your neck.
Hey! I've found it.
I think I've found the treasure!
So how come you
ended up on your own?
There really isn't much to tell.
We fell in love. We got married.
We were too young.
- Simple as that?
- Yes.
I couldn't blame him.
I couldn't blame myself.
I think that was the
worst part of it, really.
Fell out of love as
quickly as we fell into it.
Makes you kind of careful.
Can't make head nor
tail of any of this.
Give it here, Greengrass.
Good luck. Marvellous, innit?
There's no gold crosses,
plates or owt.
All it is, is these flamin'
books and a couple of
brass goblets that
are worth nowt.
A waste of time.
(No wonder you can't read it.)
(This is Latin.)
Oi! I know my rights.
I'm allowed a phone call,
a solicitor and a cup of tea!
- Pipe down!
- I want a solicitor!
It's a bit late.
You signed a statement.
I want to ring my mam.
PHONE RINGS
Ashfordly Police Station.
Hello, Alf. It's Eileen here.
Hello, Eileen. What's up?
Is Sergeant Blaketon there?
He was due here for dinner
ages ago, he hasn't arrived.
I haven't seen him all afternoon.
I'll try to get a hold
of him on the radio.
I've got to go,
it's nearly closing time.
What, you're worried you
might turn into a pumpkin?
No, but my Uncle George will
if I'm not back for last orders.
I'll walk you back.
It's all right.
- I can have one for the road.
- Please yourself.
Thanks, Maggie.
Thanks, Maggie. Good night.
Good night Nick.
Glad you could come.
See you, Nick.
(Wish me luck!)
Get off!
I'd best be off as well, Maggie.
Thanks for tonight.
I really enjoyed it.
Good.
You know you can be too careful.
There is that.
PHONE RINGS
Damn.
Hello? Yes.
Eileen.
Hello, Eileen. What's up?
"Oscar Blaketon
seems to be missing."
He was due here for dinner,
but no-one's seen him since he
went off looking for Greengrass.
What have I done to deserve this?
Stuck down here with you.
It's not a bottle of
fun for me either.
You're a loathsome
specimen, Greengrass.
Am I? Well, snap.
I could have been Divisional
Inspector if it weren't for you.
It's thanks to you that
I'm still a sergeant.
Er. You only got that
job through relatives.
ALL: Happy birthday, dear Gina
Happy birthday to you ♪
George, you've seen
Sergeant Blaketon this evening?
No, he hasn't been in.
- How about Greengrass?
- Him neither.
Why, what's up?
Blaketon seems to
have gone missing.
Alfred's been here all night,
but no sign of Claude.
It's not like him to miss a lock-in,
I mean, a piece of cake!
So, they're both missing?
You check Greengrass's place.
I'll meet you at the
police house, alright?
Thanks, George.
Any news?
No, no. Greengrass has
gone missing as well.
He was grilling me about
this treasure again today.
I can't see him and Sgt Blaketon
on a treasure hunt together.
Well, neither can I.
I wonder if Joseph has put
Greengrass onto something.
He's the only other person
who seems to know anything.
- (Greengrass.)
- What?
(I'm freezing.)
(I'm freezing.)
Probably the shock with your leg.
Have my coat.
So what did you tell him?
Just that the Professor
had the stuff, and he hid it.
You must have given him
some idea of where, Joseph.
I dunno how, cos I never knew.
All Brigstocke said to me was
it's safest where he found it.
Abbey ruins.
CREDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL:
Bad Moon Rising
I see the bad moon rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightning
There's Claude's truck.
I see bad times today
Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
I hear hurricanes a-blowin'
Sarge!
Claude!
I've got a shovel
in the Land Rover.
I think we'll need more than that.
Come on.
You think there could
be another way out?
Oh, I'll have a look.
You get in touch with Eileen.
She's been reading
up on these ruins.
bad moon on the rise ♪
What are you doing, Greengrass?
Trying to keep us alive.
I'm lighting a fire.
The smoke'll kill us.
Don't talk daft.
Smoke rises, don't it?
It'll go up through the rocks,
somebody might see it.
I didn't know you
were a boy scout.
Neither did I until today.
Eileen said it looked like
an underground labyrinth
in Lord Ashfordly's record.
They could be anywhere.
Phil's out chasing Civil Defence
to get them to start digging.
We'd better check
these records then.
That could be a problem.
- He's lent them out.
- Who to?
I've been collating some research
on 12th-century monasteries.
Yeah, with papers stolen
from Professor Brigstocke.
Now, why don't you tell us
exactly what you're doing here.
Okay.
I was Professor Brigstocke's
assistant for a while, way back.
I went to see him two nights ago.
- You broke in and found him dead?
- Yes.
Oh, why didn't you stay there?
I panicked and ran.
I took these along with me.
I knew he was working
on something secret
but I didn't know what until now.
So what is it?
He found the abbey library.
- It's that important?
- It's a revelation.
There's a version of The Anglo-Saxon
Chronicle down there.
And two men down there with it.
Now, do any of these show
us another way in?
- Nobody's coming.
- Of course they are.
If you moan any louder
they'll hear you.
It'll take us hours to
clear that passageway.
I just hope they're all right.
There's definitely some kind of
tunnel leading to Brigstocke's house.
The library could be a
good place to start looking.
Where have you had
this coat, Greengrass?
I'm being bitten.
If you don't shut up,
it'll be me doing it.
(Greengrass.)
What?
(I just want to say)
What?
(Thanks.)
That's the most intelligent
thing you've said all night.
Anyone smell burning?
It seems to be
strongest over here.
Give us the torch.
Sarge!
Sarge!
I'll get a rope.
- Claude!
- We're down here. Get us out.
Alright, alright. We're trying!
Any injuries down there, Claude?
Only Blaketon.
He's got a broken leg.
Well, try and keep him warm.
What do you think I've
been doing all night?
Ambulance is on its way.
About flamin' time an' all.
You took your time.
Yeah, it's nice to
see you too, Claude.
I think the sarge's going
to need a stretcher.
The sarge! What about me?
Yeah. All right, Claude.
Did you find the treasure then?
Treasure? There weren't any.
Found only a couple of brass
goblets worth about nine pence.
Well, it's a shame you went
to so much trouble then.
Need some for my compensation then,
spending the night down here with him.
Here he is, Alfred.
Oh, it's good to have
you back, Claude.
Does this mean we're engaged?
(CACKLES)
Come on, Claude.
It's devastating.
Those texts could have filled in
years of history that are just
blank.
Did you know the Professor
had hidden the entire library?
Not for sure, but I wondered.
So why didn't you say
something sooner?
I guess my university library
would have been interested
in finding the collection.
Or taking it?
Look, we're all losers here.
I just wish it had been
left where it was.
- Afternoon.
- Hello, Nick.
Oh, you're looking better, sarge.
So are you, Claude.
There's nothing wrong with him, Maggie.
Can't you get him out of here?
No, I can't.
You're both in for observation.
Even if there is no more
than a suspected fracture
between the two of you.
Well, you're still under
arrest, Greengrass,
breaking and entering,
just you remember that.
Ah, you shut up, Blaketon.
You know what the doctor said.
If it hadn't been for me keeping
you warm, you'd have pegged it.
So you keep telling me.
Actually sarge, we've had some
Crown Agents nosing around.
They seem to think you've lost
some important treasures.
There wasn't any flaming treasure,
just a lot of old books.
Shut it, Greengrass.
The books were the treasure.
What?
Yeah. Worth an absolute
fortune apparently.
I think you can fetch the nurse.
I don't think I'm
going to be very well.
Good.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪