[ Birds chirping ] [ Whooping ] Autumn.

You can smell it.

So soon, eh?

Yeah.

I'll be taking the first main crop of spuds out of the ground in a couple of days.

Do you fancy some?

Oh, yes, please.

So... what are you after today, then?

Well, I'd like some of those knobbly French tomatoes.

What are they called?

Marmande.

And -- oh, yes, half a dozen of those sweet Romaine lettuces.

That's no problem.

[ Man coughing ] [ Man coughing ] Excuse me.

Do you fancy some Scarlet Runners?

I could bring them over with the spuds, if you like.

Yeah, yes, please.

It's probably a silly question, I know, but do you realize there's somebody living in the greenhouse?

What?

In the greenhouse?

Oh, yeah, um, in the greenhouse.

Well, he's just this -- well, you know -- chum of mine, up from London for a few days.

On holiday.

Chum of yours, having a holiday in the greenhouse?

Yeah, he won't come in me house.

He says it's unhygienic.

Well, he's got a point.

Man: Morning.

Morning!

Henry Crabbe, isn't it?

Yes.

George Lonsdale.

Hello.

My wife, Joan.

You probably don't remember us.

Margaret keeps an eye on our accounts.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

We'll, um -- we'll go sort out your veg, then.

What?

Oh, yes, of course.

We must try your restaurant one of these days.

Yes, yes, you must.

Well, do excuse me.

I must be going now.

Bye-bye.

Goodbye.

Margaret: All right, we'll try another route.

What exactly are you doing at this moment?

Well, Henderson has just lifted the first Maris Pipers of the season.

And, as you know, they're a first-rate chipping potato.

So I am making chips.

Well, there you are.

You see, see how long it's taking you.

Cost-effectively, it's a disaster!

Look, it's only 9:00 in the morning, Margaret.

I've got all the time in the world.

And besides which, I'm enjoying myself.

-Ah.

-[ Knock on door ] Was enjoying myself.

Morning, sir, Mrs.

Crabbe.

Oh, pommes frites, sir!

Chips, Cambridge.

What do you want?

Well, there's a stomach bug going around.

Call a doctor.

So we're rather short-handed, and there have been these break-ins.

Break-ins?

You don't need me for break-ins, Cambridge!

Mr.

Fisher specifically requested your assistance.

"All the time in the world."

Morning.

Morning, Steve.

Great, we're doing cod, chips, and peas today, aren't we?

Yes, but I'm afraid, sadly, you'll have to do it without me.

Now, look, that's about the size that we want there.

It's nice and chunky, with a rather pleasing and charming taper on it, all right?

Now, that is quite important, because that tells us that that chip was cut by hand and not by some cost-efficient machine!

First call is to a private residence on the Barstock Road.

Then to a heavy plant farm on the industrial estate.

Heavy plant?

They lease bulldozers, earth movers, that sort of thing.

Someone got into their depot last night.

Scene-of-crime officers have already attended.

Well, that's a job for a teenage DS, not me.

Not according to Mr.

Fisher, sir, no.

God -- Crabbe: It's a cheerful color.

Man: I don't think my insurance company are going to like it.

They broke the locks on the petrol caps.

So I assume there's sugar or something similar in the tanks.

But the house wasn't broken into.

No.

And nothing was stolen?

No, quite the contrary, actually.

What do you mean?

Come to the back garden.

I'll show you.

Oak, ash, birch, I think.

Must have taken them hours to plant them.

And you didn't hear anything?

Woman: Of course we didn't.

Otherwise, we would have done something.

Inspector, this is my wife, Susan.

When are you going to do something about these people?

We've got children, you know.

How do I explain it to them?

How are we supposed to get on with our lives, with this -- this madness going on?

What people, Mrs.

Talbot?

What people?

Oh, come on!

Okay, Susan, take it easy.

I will not take it easy, David.

I'll make a bloody fuss if I want to.

This is supposed to be a free country, isn't it?

My husband should be able to do his job without these maniacs making our life a misery.

What is your job, sir?

Uh, I'm a chief engineer on the Marsden Heath site.

Marsden Heath?

You know, the new motorway link road.

No.

Makes a nice change to meet someone who hasn't heard of it before.

He must have heard of it.

Every idiot in sandals has been out with a placard.

There's been one of those pathetic anti-road campaigns.

Which has failed, I'm happy to say.

We start work next week.

Do you mean all this is part of some campaign against this road you're building?

Man: And we've got razor wire, anti-climb paint, closed-circuit TV cameras, security guards with dogs patrolling all through the night.

I don't know how they got in.

We had one of your lot down here.

Crime prevention officer.

He gave us the thumbs-up.

Uh, well, they've probably just walked in through the front gate.

What do you mean?

Do you think you could have this bucket brought down?

Yeah, they probably slipped in yesterday when you were shutting up shop for the night, climbed up here, waited till dark, then came down, did the business, and in the pandemonium with the fire brigade, they just walked away.

[ Scoffs ] Are you, by any chance, supplying the plant hire for the new road at Marsden Heath?

Yes, we are.

That's brilliant!

Sherlock Holmes, I presume.

Detective Inspector Crabbe.

Who are you?

Jack Meynell.

I'm in charge of security at Marsden Heath.

So where's Bannerman, then?

Superintendent Bannerman is off sick.

There's a stomach bug going around.

You're a long way from Marsden Heath, aren't you?

What's your name, Sherlock?

Crabbe.

Marsden Heath is Department of Transport property, right?

I'm in charge of security on the site, and Bannerman looks after things on the other side of the fence.

With this sort of nonsense, or that stupid bloody vandalism at David Talbot's place... Well, Bannerman and me, we work as a team.

Oh, I see, you're here to help.

Good.

Well, can you tell me what that sign means?

"Save the whale, ban the bomb."

Who gives a toss?

They're all bloody hooligans.

Yes, that's very useful.

Thank you, sir.

Oi!

Sherlock!

How long before Bannerman's back on the job, then?

Soon, I hope.

Me, too.

Mushy peas?

Minted mushy peas.

Well, I think it's tragic, building a road across a beautiful piece of countryside like that.

Wouldn't "pureed" be better?

No, it wouldn't.

You can say "pureed" if the Millers come in -- they had a holiday in Normandy once.

Steve: You know, they're spending millions just so you can get from one motorway to another motorway five minutes faster.

Yeah, well, it's a pity they don't just come slap-bang straight through here.

Then we can put up a sign saying, "Coach parties welcome."

Makes lots of money.

Well, I feel terrible about it.

I've been to a couple of meetings.

That's the trouble, you see, never doing anything till it's too late.

Fisher.

Stick a handful of those chips in the fryer, Steve, will you?

Ah, there you are, Crabbe.

Sit down, would you?

Oh, thank you, sir.

I wanted to talk to you about these anti-road protesters.

Oh, good, because there's been a lot of confusion, sir.

People are under the impression that I'm taking over from Superintendent Bannerman up at Marsden Heath.

Henry, of course not.

It's a crowd-control job.

These vandals, these extremists, -that's another matter.

-It is.

I don't want any more torched earth movers or vandalized cars, Crabbe.

I've discussed it with the Minister himself.

Uh, the -- what Minister, sir?

The Minister of Transport, who do you think?

Chief Constable held a small party for him at the weekend.

Charming, intelligent man, Crabbe.

He's very concerned about the environmental movement.

Sees it as a Trojan horse for subversives.

He told me the government wants to see some firm action.

His actual words were, "Nail those bastards' private parts to the wall, Fisher, and you'll make me a happy man."

Oh, charming and intelligent, sir.

Oh, thank you, John.

Are you ready to order now, sir?

Uh...I'll have a green salad and a glass of mineral water, please.

So, um -- so, what I want you to do is to catch some of these vandals, Crabbe, and put 'em away.

I want to make an example.

There's a bloke from Barstock, drives to Cornwall twice a week in a refrigerated lorry.

He goes to the Newlyn Fish Market.

I beg your pardon.

Today, he came back with cod.

It's about as fresh as it could possibly be.

Cod -- it's on the menu.

Cod, chips, and mushy peas.

I never eat fried food, Crabbe.

Ah, but I do the cod in a very light batter.

It puffs up wafer thin, and the chips are all double-fried, of course.

That's what makes them so crispy.

Fry them at just the right heat, the potatoes are sealed and don't absorb any fat.

Try one.

Big chips are even less fattening.

Something to do with their surface area, apparently.

That is almost a health food.

Mushy peas, you say?

Minted mushy peas, sir.

Well, I did play squash this morning.

John!

Cambridge: Jack Meynell is expecting you at his office on site at 10:00.

Oh, I see.

So I'm at the beck and call of some bloke on a building site, eh?

The Department of Transport have been doing their homework on the Greens.

They have got files on all the leading activists.

We might as well make use of them.

What do you think about the new road scheme, Cambridge?

Are you for it or against it?

Oh, I am a PC, sir.

I don't think.

Henry?

Henry, it's Henderson.

What does he want here this time of morning?

Not here, on the phone.

From the hospital.

Cambridge: We're going to be late for Meynell's.

Good.

Now I'm running a private ambulance.

Sorry, didn't quite hear that.

Nothing, sir.

Oh, oh, Henderson.

Look at you!

Who did that?

Good question.

Henderson: It was what, about 10:00 when I got back.

The lights were on, all of them.

And there was these two geezers.

Big blokes, they were.

Turning the place over, bold as brass.

Did you get a look at them?

Sort of.

They were wearing balaclavas.

I yanked one of them off, gave the geezer a good smack, so I got a glimpse.

But I didn't see much.

I don't know if I'd recognize him again.

Anyway, then they gave me a right kicking.

-Oh, no.

-The bastards.

My bloody ribs!

I couldn't move for 10 minutes.

Then I called the Old Bill.

This wooden top turns up in a mini.

Did you give a description?

Yeah.

Then he booked me for not having a tax disk on me van.

They didn't nick anything -- not that I've got anything worth nicking.

It's like they were more interested in smashing the place up.

Maybe they were after the secret of your amazing success with carrots.

Yeah, that'll be it.

Industrial espionage.

Did you see their car?

Yeah.

There was something parked up the lane, as it happens.

Don't ask me what.

Cambridge, have a nose around outside, will you, see if you can spot anything?

I'll be out in a minute.

Now... what is that?

What, that?

Yeah, that.

Well, it's just this, um, thing called Level Earth.

You know, Greens.

Are you a member?

Well, there aren't members, just supporters.

All right, then, are you a supporter?

Bloody hell, Crabbe, what is this?

I get beaten up, me place gets turned over, and you're interrogating me?

I spent yesterday examining vandalized cars and burnt-out bulldozers.

And wherever I went, I found this symbol left as a calling card.

And I find it here in your house!

All right, some of them are into a bit of monkey-wrenching, but I'm not.

There's no policy, Crabbe.

People -- they speaking and act for themselves, not for Level Earth.

Whoever left that sign was bang out of order.

What's monkey-wrenching?

Um, direct action.

Sabotage.

Criminal damage!

You want to see some criminal damage?

You should go to Marsden Heath!

Don't you worry, mate, that's exactly where I'm going.

Ooh.

Ready when you are.

Oh, thank you.

There's a skylark somewhere up there, sir.

Not for much longer, I suppose.

Trouble.

Crabbe: So they slipped out of the plant hire depot when the fire brigade arrived -- that's about 1:30 in the morning.

That gave them time, then, to get over to Talbot's house, vandalize the two cars, and dig up the lawn, all before first light.

You don't mind if I sit in on this, do you, Jack?

No, fine by me, Mr.

Fisher.

I believe you'll find a works canteen opposite, Constable.

Sir.

Carry on.

Just pretend I'm not here.

I want to show you some photographs, Crabbe.

Now, we've built this little lot up over the last five years.

The trouble is, with this bloody system, is the inquiry could take for years, yes?

Well, go on, then, Sherlock.

Hold it there.

That's one bloke I'd like by the short and curlies.

He calls himself Reynard the Fox, AKA Kevin Haywood, no fixed abode.

He's been running around the Heath, making monkeys out of us.

Look at his chest.

Recognize that, don't we?

Mm-hmm.

It's the trademark of a group calling themselves Level Earth.

I think the "Level" is a reference to Levellers.

They were a republican faction back in the mid-17th century, interestingly enough.

Anyway -- Save me the history lesson.

He torched the bulldozer, he wrecked David Talbot's house, and he left his signature to prove it.

Now, we've done our bit.

Now you find the little bastard and nick him.

I don't work for you, Meynell.

I don't work for the Department of Transport.

So who I nick or who I do not nick is none of your concern.

Photographs, Crabbe.

Keep looking at the photos.

Oh, I know these people.

They're retired folk.

They live in Middleton.

He's a doctor.

[ Sighs ] Now, there's a familiar face.

Mm.

Well, well.

Who's that, then?

That's my wife.

You set me up.

Oh, don't be so melodramatic, Crabbe.

[ Sighs ] I just can't believe the money, the manpower, the time, the sheer effort of keeping tabs on people like the Lonsdales and Margaret.

Oh, God, phone taps -- you're not tapping my phone, are you?

No, don't worry.

Not yours.

So you are tapping phones, then.

[ Sighs ] It's incredible!

They're not dangerous subversives, these people, sir.

They're just ordinary folk who don't like to see the countryside being whittled away.

[ Birds chirping ] I suppose it is quite pleasant here, isn't it?

This, uh, Reynard is a dangerous specimen, Crabbe.

People like him are costing the taxpayer millions.

Well, how much is that road costing us?

Well, that's an investment, Crabbe.

Yes, when it's a road, it's an investment, but when it's public transport, it's a subsidy.

I've never quite worked that one out.

Anyway, whatever.

You'll have to take me off this one now, because my friends and family are implicated.

On the contrary.

You're perfectly placed.

[ Sighs ] I'm particularly interested in how you manage this, Crabbe.

It's time I found out where your loyalties really lie.

[ Birds chirping ] Hear that?

Skylark.

You're the expert, Crabbe.

[ Laughing ] Photograph?

Yes, Margaret.

[ Laughing ] What's so funny about that?

Oh, come off it, Henry.

It's ludicrous.

A dossier on me?

[ Laughing ] Oh, actually, I think it's rather glamorous.

Yes, we're in very glamorous company, with Henderson, for example, and the Lonsdales, and practically half the local population, in fact.

Well, that's marvelous.

Marvelous?

What do you mean, marvelous?

Well, they must be rattled if they're stalking people like me and the good old Dr.

Lonsdale!

Look, are you sure it was just two meetings that you went to?

Afraid so.

Oh, and I signed a petition, too.

Didn't have time for anything else.

I was much more active on the Ring Road campaign five years ago.

Ah, well, that's probably when you first came to their attention.

You ever heard of a Kevin Haywood?

No, never heard of him.

Alias Reynard.

Oh, yes, I've heard of him.

He's one of those Level Earth kids.

Oh, you've heard of them, too?

Well, of course.

Some of them are sleeping up in the woods near Marsden Heath, I think.

Yes, well, this Reynard is coming out of the woods and causing damage to people's homes.

I would be very surprised if that were true.

Level Earth people I've talked to were against that sort of thing.

Oh, you've talked to them, as well?

Oh, Henry, there are a lot of people against this damn road.

And despite our differences, we all get on pretty well.

It's something that I find rather heartwarming in this day and age.

Look, you've put me in a rather difficult position here, Margaret.

How?

Because Fisher wants me to go after Reynard.

He's made a very big thing of it.

It's like a loyalty test.

So Fisher's put you in a difficult position, not me.

Well, I hope you're not expecting me to abandon my principles, Henry.

No, no, Margaret, God forbid.

Good, because, as you very well know, I wouldn't.

I'm going to bed now.

Right.

Henry -- [ Sighs ] Yes?

[ Laughing ] Up the revolution!

Photographs?

Don't you start.

Bloody cheek!

Well, your mother would like the one they've got of you.

It's a police state!

Now, come on, don't blame the Force.

Kindly direct your complaints to the Department of Transport.

But there was one face I recognized there, apart from Margaret and half the pensioners in Middleton, that is.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Kevin Haywood.

AKA Reynard the Fox.

AKA your chum on holiday in the greenhouse.

I'll bet he's not still there, is he?

Come on, Crabbe.

No, you come on!

Now, Henderson, you be straight with me, or else!

Reynard's mum, she's a real '60s person.

He claims he was conceived at Glastonbury on the summer solstice.

His dad was a Druid.

Actually, he was a roadie with Status Quo.

He only became a Druid later.

Seems like a natural progression.

[ Laughing ] Yeah.

They were on the move quite a bit, so Reynard didn't go to school much.

But he's real bright, Crabbe, I'll tell you.

He's read everything.

Yeah, yeah, and, and, come on.

Well, I met him and some of the Level Earth lot at Twyford Down.

A few of them were into a bit of monkey-wrenching, you know, undoing the odd bolt on an earth mover and that sort of thing.

But not all of them.

I mean, I never did.

[ Chuckling ] What about Reynard?

Couldn't say.

Henderson.

All right, yeah, he was.

Anyway, I met him again when they came up to Marsden Heath.

A few of them were living in the woods at the time.

Reynard's the only one who stuck it out.

But he's done his health in, Crabbe.

He's lost weight, he's got a dreadful cough, and he won't see a doctor.

He's a stubborn bastard.

Anyway, I take him food, and sometimes he kips in me greenhouse.

But... but this stuff he's supposed to have done -- torching bulldozers, doing over Talbot's house -- I don't know nothing about that, and that is the honest truth, Crabbe.

Where is he now?

Well, up on Marsden Heath somewhere, I reckon.

I want to talk to him.

Oh, of course you do.

You've got what's-his-name, Fisher, breathing down your neck -- because it's political, right?

I mean, I get beaten up in me own house, no one gives a toss.

Yeah, that's fair.

Okay, look, you help me find Reynard, and I'll do what I can about your problems here.

Oh, come on.

You know me.

I'm quite straight.

I mean, look, if he's in the clear, I'll make sure that he gets left alone.

[ Glass breaks in the distance ] Did you hear that?

No.

What?

There's somebody out there.

What are you doing?

I'm going to have a look.

What on earth for?

Call the police!

Oh, no!

It might be him.

Darling, please be careful.

[ Rattling ] Kevin?

Now, let me make it absolutely clear.

I am not in the mood to be chased around these woods by Department of Transport security guards, all right?

Don't worry, you won't be trespassing.

The road runs across the Heath over there.

It's going across the bog, as well.

Bet you didn't know there was a bog here.

No, Henderson, I didn't.

Not many bogs left in the Southeast, you know.

Really fragile ecosystem in your bog.

Road foundations alter the water balance.

Some bits get drained, some flooded.

Specialized flora and fauna won't survive.

You know why they're going to build the road across the Heath, don't you?

Um, because that's where they want the road to go.

No, because it's cheap.

It's an SSSI -- a Site of Special Scientific Interest.

It's also an area of outstanding natural beauty.

You can't farm it or develop it, so the government don't have to pay out any compensation when they build a road on it.

Beautiful or what?

Beautiful.

A couple of nightjars came back to the bog last year.

The road will see them right off.

[ Chuckling ] You know, it's a whole new side to you, Henderson.

I come from Hackney, Crabbe.

No sooner do I discover all this, they start taking it away from me.

Then there's 60 species of butterfly.

Over 400 different kinds of plants.

You know, Margaret and I had a picnic up here years ago.

I wonder if I could find the same spot again.

Next year, you'll be able to drive there.

Park on the hard shoulder.

Did I mention beetles?

No.

Over 1,000 species.

Then there's dragonfly -- 20 species.

Oh, don't go on.

You'll make me feel claustrophobic, with all these plants and animals -- I feel as if every time I take a step, I wipe out another species of ant.

Henderson... I wish you wouldn't do that, Reynard.

Here, brought you some food.

Thanks, H. You two have already met, I believe.

You don't look like a policeman.

Oh, I take that as a compliment.

[ Coughing ] That's a nasty cough.

I'm all right.

No, you're not.

Yeah, well, I'll stick it out till Monday.

What happens on Monday?

They start tearing up the Heath.

We'll try and stop them, somehow.

I was under a Cat the other night, loosening a few bolts.

Started coughing, couldn't stop.

They heard me, so I ran.

Couldn't get my breath.

They almost caught me.

It's like they're getting stronger and I'm getting weaker.

I'm sorry, under a cat?

Caterpillar earth mover.

You mean you were sabotaging it.

I was returning it.

How do you mean?

An earth mover is just a chunk of metal, it's iron ore.

Minerals taken from the earth.

Monkey-wrench it, and you return it to its natural state.

Did you burn the earth mover at the plant hire depot?

I returned it, yeah.

And then did you go to David Talbot's house and wreck two cars and tear up his lawn?

I canceled two destructive machines and gave him some trees.

He should thank me.

That's bang out of order, Reynard!

How can you possibly justify terrorizing innocent people in their own homes?

Nothing gets done without direct action.

How do you think the French Revolution happened?

How do you think women got the vote?

Hey, we're talking here about a road.

No, we're not.

We're talking about an agricultural tradition of revolt that goes back to the Levellers, the Diggers, the Luddites.

It's always the peasants that take action, right?

Your middle-class liberals, they go to meetings, write letters.

They play by the rules.

If you play by the rules, you lose.

Do you know, I've got an overwhelming urge for a very, very long glass of cold champagne.

[ Woodpecker pecking ] Look -- up there.

Green woodpecker.

Where?

I've got it!

Oh, yes!

God, fantastic color.

You know, I shall have to arrest you, Reynard, Kevin, whatever your name is.

[ Chuckling ] [ Woodpecker pecking ] Do you know, I don't think I've ever seen a woodpecker before.

Two cod and chips, mushy peas, two steak and kidney pie, two potatoes and vegetable.

That'll be the last of the cod.

Right-o.

Cod's off, then.

Henry, can you come into the dining room, please?

I'm busy, Margaret.

It's the Lonsdales, you know, the retired doctor.

What, your anti-road pals?

That's what they want to talk to you about.

Something's happened to them, Henry.

I shone my torch in, and as I did, two men came rushing out at full pelt.

What did they look like?

Well, they were big chaps, but I didn't see their faces.

They were wearing balaclavas, you know, with holes for the eyes.

Yes, holes for the eyes.

Yes, yes, I know.

Then what happened?

Well, we called the police.

Yeah, two constables came to, um, take a statement, and then this morning a man came to check for fingerprints.

After he'd gone, I was working in the garden near the greenhouse, and I found this.

Thank you.

Yes.

Now, the real reason you didn't phone the police immediately is because you thought Reynard was outside that night.

Do you remember when we met at Henderson's house, Reynard was hiding there, wasn't he?

Look, I'm a doctor.

Whatever that boy may or may not have done, he was ill.

Apart from being undernourished, he had a very bad chest infection.

I was trying to treat him.

Good for you, George.

He insisted on sleeping in the greenhouse.

Indoors would be a compromise, he said.

Well, it's the same men who beat up Henderson.

They were looking for Reynard.

All right, Margaret.

Oh, it's obvious, isn't it?

It's those thugs from Marsden Heath.

Perhaps, Margaret.

Don't you worry, Henry will be able to do something about this.

Won't you, Henry?

And a farm worker saw a car in the lane that night -- a Ford Escort, he said.

Didn't notice a registration number, needless to say.

But he did notice protective headgear in the back of the car.

Protective headgear?

Hard hats, sir, two of them, as worn by construction workers.

And the security firm at Marsden Heath have leased a dozen Escorts.

Terrific -- well, get on the phone to Meynell and tell him I want to see him today.

Yes, sir.

And watch out -- Fisher's in a foul mood.

Perfect.

So it seems that some of the security staff at Marsden Heath are waging a private war against the anti-road protesters.

Now, whether this is being done under the orders of Jack Meynell or even with his knowledge, I really couldn't say.

Good, because you've said quite enough already!

A witness might have seen a certain kind of car.

Another witness might have seen one of the intruders.

It's feeble stuff, Crabbe!

Yes, sir.

Oh, and whoever broke into the Lonsdales' left this behind.

I thought I made it perfectly clear what I want from you.

I want those bloody Greens caught!

I will not tolerate this sort of terrorism in the community!

Terrorism, sir?

It's a very small step from chucking paint over a car to sticking bombs under it, Crabbe.

He's only a boy.

Who's only a boy?

Kevin Haywood, alias Reynard the Fox.

Oh, yeah, the ringleader of these Level Earth maniacs.

Bit more of a one-man band, I'd say, sir.

If you're such an expert, how come you haven't found him?

There's going to be a demo at Marsden Heath tomorrow when they start work on the new road.

Now, Reynard will be there.

I should have thought you'd get one of your crowd-control blokes to nick him.

I daresay they'll be nicking quite a few major subversives.

No.

You'll be there to make the arrest, Crabbe, personally.

Thank you, sir.

Thanks.

Book?

What book?

Crabbe: The book in which you record the names of all the people who arrive and depart from the site.

Oh, that book.

Well, that sort of information goes straight through to Head Office.

Is it really necessary for these gentlemen to be present?

Well, funnily enough, these gentlemen are from Head Office.

So maybe they can clear things up a bit.

All completed logbooks are stored at Head Office.

And, of course, they're strictly confidential.

You'd need a court order to examine them.

Even then, it could take some time to locate the appropriate volume.

May I ask why you want this information?

Where'd you get that from?

Dr.

Lonsdale is in your rogues' gallery.

That's one of ours, that is.

That's Department of Transport property.

How did he come by it, I wonder?

Found it in his garden.

Found it in his garden?

I must say, I find that hard to believe.

I might have to look into that.

Don't worry, I'll be looking into it myself.

Well.

Good luck, Sherlock.

Oh, there you are!

Aren't you coming upstairs to bed?

Yes, I suppose so.

What's up?

Are you going on this demonstration tomorrow?

Of course I am.

I know the road's probably going to go ahead, anyway, but I think it's important to make a gesture.

I have to go, as well.

Fisher's insisted.

He wants me to arrest Reynard.

Henderson was going to tell Reynard not to go.

Oh, I don't think Reynard will want to miss this.

Henry, if it is going to be difficult for you, I won't go.

No, no, no, no, no, you go.

I mean, if it's difficult, that's my problem.

[ Honks ] I wish you wouldn't do that.

[ Chuckling ] [ Coughing ] [ Coughing ] I must get my skates on, got to pick up the Lonsdales.

Well, just remember, if you get arrested, don't eat the food.

You, come with me, Crabbe.

Happy hunting, Sherlock!

[ Chanting ] [ Whooping ] You know it's trespassing once you cross here, Mrs.

Crabbe.

You don't think I'm going to watch it all from the other side, do you?

[ Protesters whooping ] [ Whooping ] What a wonderful turnout!

Stay calm, Mrs.

Crabbe.

[ Shouting ] Can you spot that Reynard creature?

No, sir.

[ Shouting ] Crabbe, isn't that your wife?

Yes, sir.

Couldn't persuade her to stay away, eh?

Didn't even try, sir.

[ Coughing ] This is private property, and you are trespassing.

If you disperse now, you are free to go.

If you do not disperse now and we are unable to proceed, you will be legally and forcibly removed and liable to prosecution.

I repeat, please leave peacefully, and no further action will be taken.

[ Shouting ] Someone's going to get hurt.

Yeah, your old man will be hurting me if I don't get you out of the way.

Can't you see we're -- Look!

[ Protesters cheering ] [ Cries out ] Crabbe: Stop it!

That's enough!

Now, you're a witness to that assault, sir.

Sir?

You know what to do, Inspector.

Henderson: Hey!

That's him!

That's the bloke who was in my house!

Crabbe, that's the bastard who beat me up!

Should have done a better job, too.

Yeah!

Are you going to arrest that little bastard Reynard?

And that girl can be clearing the rest of the rabble off this site!

Mr.

Fisher!

Well, sir?

Do what's necessary, Crabbe.

Yeah, let's get on with it.

Right, take him to hospital.

When he's in a fit state to know what's going on, caution him.

You two are coming with me.

-What for?

-What for?

To help me in my inquiries, that's what for.

I'm making an example of you.

You're going to get the business.

Man: You can't do that.

We're doing our job.

Your job?

Your job, obstructing the police, breaking and entering, assault, criminal damage, grievous bodily harm, is that the job description you wrote for them, Mr.

Meynell?

Mr.

Fisher!

I think you'll find that's one of Mr.

Fisher's many skills, sir, the tactical withdrawal.

Any allegations made against our employees have to be fully investigated, Inspector.

They're subject to the law, just like everybody else!

Carry on.

You all right?

Yeah, just about.

Well, at least you got the blokes.

And thanks, Crabbe.

Cheers!

Cheers.

Oh, come on, Margaret.

This isn't a good idea.

I'm not in the mood for a picnic.

You know, those two security men have really landed Meynell right in it.

I think we're going to get him for authorizing those break-ins.

Hmm, they're still digging up the Heath for their bloody motorway.

Hmm.

Yeah.

Still, life must go on.

Or, to be more specific, how about a slice of chicken-and-ham pie?

[ Sighs ] I'm not very hungry.

Aw.

All right.

I've got something for you.

Prawn cocktail flavor.

Oh!

Henry, you think of everything.

Hmm.

[ Heavy equipment rumbling in distance ] Do you know, I can hear those damn bulldozers.

The terrible thing is, after a while, you don't even notice them.

Yes.

That is the terrible thing.

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