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It's Dave.
Hello, there.
I see.
Oh, Nicholas.
You do realize that window
was broken from the inside?
Hello there, Nicholas,
Frank Butterman here, your new Inspector.
I'm just calling with details
of your accommodation.
We've got you a lovely little cottage
on Spencer Hill.
Look forward to meeting you anon. Cheerio.
Nicholas, Frank again.
One other thing about your cottage.
It's not ready.
It would appear the heavens have opened.
- Check in?
But you've always been here.
- Excuse me?
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought you were my husband.
- You must be Sergeant Angel.
- Yes, I am.
I'm Joyce Cooper.
I trust you had a pleasant trip. Fascist.
I beg your pardon?
"System of Government characterized
by extreme dictatorship." Seven across.
- Oh, I see. It's "fascism."
- Fascism. Wonderful.
Now, we've put you in the Castle Suite.
Bernard will escort you up there.
Well, actually,
I could probably make my own way up. Hag.
I beg your pardon?
"Evil old woman considered
frightful or ugly." It's 12 down.
Oh, bless you.
- Pint of lager, please, Mary.
- Right you are, my love.
Yes, sir, what can I get you?
Could I have a glass
of the cranberry juice, please?
Certainly.
Now, you wouldn't, by any chance,
be the new policeman?
Police officer, yes. I'm Nicholas Angel.
- I'm Roy Porter. This is my wife Mary.
- Mary.
Welcome to Sandford.
If there's anything you need,
just let us know.
Thank you. Could I borrow your newspaper?
It's not ours, love.
We're not big fans of the local fish wrapper,
are we, Mare?
- They listed her age as 55.
- When I'm actually 53.
Fifty-three.
- Pint of lager, please, Mary.
- Right you are, my love.
- Excuse me.
- What?
- When's your birthday?
- Twenty-second of February.
- What year?
- Every year.
Get out.
- When's your birthday?
- Eighth of May, 1969.
- You're 37?
- Yeah.
Get out.
When's your birthday?
Out.
- Is there a problem, Officer?
- Yes, there is, Mr. Porter.
of your patrons are under age.
Well, a few of them may be
a month or two south of proper.
But if they're in here,
it stops them getting into trouble out there.
Yeah, the way we see it,
it's all for the greater good.
The greater good.
Well, that's as may be,
but the law's the law and they'll have to go.
- I'm fine, thank you.
I hope you're not planning on driving that.
No.
Right. I'm taking you to the station.
Where is it?
What?
Move.
"Nicholas Angel."
- Oh, when did you start?
- Tomorrow.
Well, I see you've already arrested
the whole village.
Not exactly.
- You in for the night?
- Go on, four's free.
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