Hot Fuzz (2007) Script

Police Constable Nicholas Angel. Born and schooled in London.

Graduated Canterbury University in 1993 with a double first in politics and sociology.

Attended Hendon College of Police Training.

Displayed great aptitude in field exercises.

Notably, urban pacification and riot control.

Back off!

Academically excelled in theoretical course work and final year examinations.

Received the Baton of Honor.

Graduated with distinction into the Metropolitan Police Service.

Quickly established an effectiveness and popularity within the community.

Use yöur brain.

Proceeded to improve skill base with courses in advanced driving and advanced cycling.

Became heavily involved in a number of extra vocational activities.

To this day holds the Met record for the 100 meter dash.

In 2001 began active duty with the renowned SO 19 armed response unit.

Received a bravery award for efforts in the resolution of Operation Crackdown.

In the last 12 months has received nine special commendations.

Achieved the highest arrest record for any officer in the Met.

And sustained three injuries in the line of duty.

Most recently in December when wounded by a man dressed as Father Christmas.

Hello, Nicholas. Hello, Sergeant.

How's the hand? Still a bit stiff.

It can get awfully hairy out there.

I'm surprised yöu weren't snapped up sooner for a nice desk job. That's what I did.

I prefer to think my office is out on the street.

Indeed, yöu do. yöur arrest record is 400% higher than any other officer.

Which is why it's high time that such skills were put to better use.

We're making yöu Sergeant. I see.

In Sandford, Gloucestershire.

In where, sorry? In Sandford, Gloucestershire.

That's in the country. Yes, lovely.

Isn't there a Sergeant's position here in London?

No.

Can I remain here as a PC? No.

Do I have any choice in this? No.

Sergeant, I kind of like it here.

Well, yöu've always wanted to transfer to the country.

In 20 years or so, yes. Well done, yöu.

Hang on, I don't remember telling yöu that.

Yes, yöu did. yöu said, "I'd love to settle down in the country sometime, Janine."

I'd like to talk to the Inspector. yöu can speak to the Inspector, but I can promise yöu he will tell yöu exactly the same thing as I have.

Hello, Nicholas. How's the hand? It's still a bit stiff.

And how are things at home? I'm sorry, sir?

How's Janine?

We're no longer together, sir.

Right. Then where are yöu living? He's staying at the Section House, sir.

With the recruits? Yes, he's living out of cardboard boxes.

Well, then, yöu're packed already.

Nicholas, we're offering yöu a smashing position with a delightful cottage, in a lovely little place that I think has won Village of the Year I don't know how many times. It'll be good for yöu.

I don't really know what to say. Yes?

Yes, thank yöu.

No, I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to... yöu want to take this higher? Yes, yes, I do. yöu want me to bother the Chief Inspector with this?

Yes. yöu want me to get the Chief Inspector to come all the way down here?

Yes, I do. Okay.

Kenneth!

Hello, Nicholas. How's the hand? Still a bit stiff.

Chief Inspector... Keep yöur seat.

Now, I know what yöu're going to say, but the fact is, yöu've been making us all look bad.

I'm sorry, sir?

Of course we all appreciate yöur efforts, but yöu've been rather letting the side down.

It's all about being a team player, Nicholas. yöu can't be the Sheriff of London.

If we let yöu carry on running round town, yöu'll continue to be exceptional and we can't have that. yöu'll put us all out of a job.

With respect, sir. yöu can't just make people disappear. Yes, I can. I'm the Chief Inspector.

Well, however yöu spin this, there's one thing yöu haven't taken into account.

And that's what the "team" is gonna make of this.

Hello? Janine, it's me.

I know. I'm at work.

I know, I'm outside.

What's the situation? yöu know the situation. We've been over this.

No, I... I meant here.

Two people involved, distinct signs of a struggle.

Complete mess. yöu are talking about here? Nicholas, what do yöu want?

Well, I have something important to tell yöu and I didn't wanna do it over the phone.

Janine, I've been transferred. I'm moving away for a while.

I'm not Janine.

Janine, I've been transferred. I'm moving away for a while.

I know. Bob told me.

Hello, there.

Well, I wanted to tell yöu in person.

And there's no reason we can't be civil with each other.

It's not that long ago we were talking about getting married.

Yes, but yöu were already married to the force, weren't yöu?

We're actually supposed to call it "the service" now.

Official vocab guidelines state that "force" is too aggressive.

See. It's only ever about the job.

It's all yöu care about. That's not true.

No, yöu're right, yöu do have that rubber plant.

It's a Japanese Peace Lily. yöu just can't switch off, Nicholas.

And until yöu find a person yöu care about more than yöur job, yöu never will.

Besides, yöu were the one who suggested we take a break.

Yes, well, guilty people often make the first move.

Actually, there's something I need to tell yöu. yöu're seeing someone else. Yes. How did yöu...

Is it Bob? No.

Does Bob look like the kind of person I'd go out with?

It's Dave.

Hello, there.

I see.

Oh, Nicholas. yöu do realize that window was broken from the inside?

Hello there, Nicholas, Frank Butterman here, yöur new Inspector.

I'm just calling with details of yöur accommodation.

We've got yöu a lovely little cottage on Spencer Hill.

Look forward to meeting yöu anon. Cheerio.

Nicholas, Frank again. One other thing about yöur cottage.

It's not ready.


It would appear the heavens have opened.

I was hoping to check in. Check in?

But yöu've always been here.

Excuse me? Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought yöu were my husband. yöu must be Sergeant Angel. Yes, I am.

I'm Joyce Cooper. I trust yöu had a pleasant trip. Fascist.

I beg yöur pardon?

"System of Government characterized by extreme dictatorship." Seven across.

Oh, I see. It's "fascism." Fascism. Wonderful.

Now, we've put yöu in the Castle Suite. Bernard will escort yöu up there.

Well, actually, I could probably make my own way up. Hag.

I beg yöur pardon?

"Evil old woman considered frightful or ugly." It's 12 down.

Oh, bless yöu.


Pint of lager, please, Mary. Right yöu are, my love.

Yes, sir, what can I get yöu?

Could I have a glass of the cranberry juice, please?

Certainly.

Now, yöu 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 yöu need, just let us know.

Thank yöu. Could I borrow yöur 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 yöu are, my love.


Excuse me. What?

When's yöur birthday? Twenty-second of February.

What year? Every year.

Get out.

When's yöur birthday? Eighth of May, 1969. yöu're 37? Yeah.

Get out.

When's yöur birthday?

Out.

Is there a problem, Officer? Yes, there is, Mr. Porter.

It would appear a number of yöur 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.

Another cranberry juice? I'm fine, thank yöu.


I hope yöu're not planning on driving that.

No.

Right. I'm taking yöu to the station.

Where is it?

What?

Move.

"Nicholas Angel."

Oh, when did yöu start? Tomorrow.

Well, I see yöu've already arrested the whole village.

Not exactly. yöu in for the night? Go on, four's free.

Hey, now, I need to speak to him. He'll be no use till the morning.

I see. yöu really want to process all this lot?

My pen's running out. Not a problem.


Morning, Sergeant. Morning.

Morning.

Morning, Sergeant.

Morning, Sergeant.

Lock me up. I'm sorry?

I'm a slasher and I must be stopped. yöu're a what? A slasher of prices.

Just kidding. I'm Simon Skinner. I run the local supermarché.

Drop in and see me sometime. My discounts are criminal.

Catch me later!

Morning, Sergeant.

Morning, Sergeant.

Could yöu tell the Inspector I've arrived, please?

No.

Why?

He's not in yet.

Well, how's our guest? Guest?

The inebriate in cell four. I don't know. Nobody tells me nothing.

Can I get cell four open, please?

Danny, can yöu open four?

He's gone. Oh, my God. Who's gone?

Why are yöu dressed like a police officer? Because I am one.

Sergeant Angel, at last. Frank Butterman.

I see yöu've already met my boy. Yes.

Do forgive me. I'm something of a Wild West nut.

Speaking of which, that was a fair few outlaws yöu rounded up last night.

Thank yöu, sir.

I admire yöur enthusiasm and far be it from me to stifle yöur flair, but this isn't London. Oh, yes, please, Danny.

With respect, sir, geographical location shouldn't factor in the application of the law.

No, thanks.

Statistically, Sandford is the safest village in the country.

But that doesn't mean it requires anything less than a careful and considered approach.

There's a reason we accommodate a few of the yöunglings at the pub.

The greater good? The greater good. Precisely. yöur predecessor assumed that rural policing was easy.

Ended up having a nervous breakdown.

And Sergeant Popwell was an exceptional officer, truly exceptional.

And he had one thing yöu haven't got.

What's that, sir? A great big bushy beard.

Come on, let's have a mosey around.

Locker room.

Riot room.

Evidence room.

Now, how about a trip to the Andes?

Detective Sergeant Wainwright and Detective Constable Cartwright.

Don't get up.

I expect yöu're wondering why we call them the Andes.

They're both called Andrew? They said yöu were good.

Also, because talking to them is an uphill struggle, isn't it, Dad?

Fuck off! Thank yöu, Danny.

And this is where it all happens.

That is Sergeant Tony Fisher.

PC Bob Walker.

And that is Saxon.

And this is one Doris Thatcher.

She's our only policewoman. She's not a policewoman.

Yeah, she is. I've seen her bra. She's a police officer.

Being a woman has nothing to do with it.

Oh, I don't know. Comes in handy every so often.

I could've given yöu the tour. I've been round the station a few times.

And what's upstairs?

Well, well, well, I see we have visitors.

Nicholas, this is Tom Weaver.

Civilian liaison with the Neighborhood Watch Alliance. yöu'll find that we run a very tight ship here.

From this command center I can see what the whole village is up to.

I must say I was rather admiring yöur handiwork last night.

It's a pity yöu didn't do the same to those bloody hoodies.

Hanging around. Loitering. Sitting.

Actually, I did notice some minor graffiti on the fountain.

Graffiti? They've gotta be dealt with, Frank.

They're nippers, Tom. They'll come round.

Which reminds me, our friend, The Living Statue, was here on Saturday.

11:00, 12:00, 1:00, 2:00.

If we don't come down hard on these clowns, we are gonna be up to our balls in jugglers. We'll get right onto it, Tom.

We like to let them think they run the place.

Well, that's that.

Unless there's anything yöu're unclear about?

Yes, sir. Why is everybody eating chocolate cake?

The Black Forest gateau is on Danny. As punishment for his little indiscretion.

His...

Sir, I don't think driving under the influence can be called a "little indiscretion."

No, the gateau is for misplacing his helmet the other week.

Last night's incident will require something rather more serious.

Good. Do yöu like ice-cream?

I'm sorry, sir, I don't follow.

Let's just say that we won't be short of Chunky Monkey for the next month.

Dad.

Now, since it's yöur first day and it's 11:30, I'd say that's lunch.

So, what made yöu choose Sandford then, Sergeant Angel?

It wasn't actually my choice.

Oh, right, right, wasn't yöur choice to come down here and tell me how to do my job.

Our jobs.

Yeah.

Look, I can assure yöu it wasn't my intention to upset the apple cart.

Yeah, 'cause we all sell apples round here, don't we? yöur dad sells apples, Andy. And raspberries.

I bet yöu can't wait to jump into Sergeant Popwell's grave.

I'm not jumping into anyone's grave. yöu got a mustache. I know.

Why have yöu got yöur stab vest on? It's a requirement.

In the city maybe. Nobody's gonna stab yöu in here, Sergeant.

Not a member of the public anyhow.

Have yöu been stabbed, Sergeant Fisher? No.

Well, I have.

And I can assure yöu it is not in the least bit amusing.

Have yöu seen a lot of action, Sergeant Angel?

I've experienced my fair share, yes.

Did yöu cook any fools? Excuse me?

Did yöu shoot anybody?

He shot a crack head with a Kalashnikov.

Where did yöu get that? The offender had the Kalashnikov.

Where'd he get that? yöu do know there are more guns in the country than there are in the city?

Everybody and their mums is packing round here.

Like who? Farmers.

Who else? Farmers's mums.

What's it like being stabbed?

It was the single most painful experience of my life.

What was the second most painful?

yöu ever fired two guns whilst jumping through the air?

No. yöu ever fired one gun whilst jumping through the air?

No.

Ever been in a high speed pursuit? Yes, I have. yöu ever fired a gun whilst in a high speed pursuit?

No.

Annette, that Sergeant Angel's coming into yöur shop.

Get a look at his arse.

What about Lethal Weapon? No. yöu've seen Die Hard, though? No.

Bad Boys II? No. yöu ain't seen Bad Boys II?

Hell of a day, huh? Yeah.

Same again tomorrow? Yeah.

Amanda Paver, headmistress of Sandford Primary.

How do yöu do, Sergeant?

Simon Skinner, I believe yöu've met. Oh, we're already firm friends.

Oh, please, please, come with me, will yöu?

This is Leslie Tiller, whose horticultural expertise has helped put Sandford on the map.

She's ever so good. Oh, go on.

This is James Reaper, who owns Brannigan Farm.

I hear yöu're quite the marksman.

Perhaps yöu might like to join us for a shoot one day.

Well, I haven't held a firearm for over two years, Mr. Reaper.

I'd quite like to keep it that way. yöu will be popular with the local birds.

Birds.

Nicholas, hello. Reverend Shooter.

I want to ask yöu, would yöu read a homily at Sunday Service?

That might be a little hypocritical of me, Reverend.

Oh, yöu're an atheist?

No, I'm... I'm...

I'm open to the concept of religion, I'm just not entirely convinced by it. yöu're an agnostic? I think I have a cream for that.

Robin Hatcher, our resident sawbones.

Hopefully we won't see too much of each other over the coming months.

Well, all that remains is to welcome yöu to the weekly meeting of the Neighborhood Watch Alliance.

Now, quick announcement before we begin.

Janet Barker has just given birth to twins.

So, congratulations to her.

Tom? Thanks, Joyce.

Now.

I am sure that all of yöu will have noticed the return of a blight to our streets.

It's made all the more disturbing as the Village of the Year contest looms.

I refer, of course, to the extremely irritating Living Statue.

Police work is as much about preventing crime as it is about fighting crime.

Most importantly, it is about procedural correctness in the execution of unquestionable moral authority.

Any questions?

Yes.

Is it true that there is a place in a man's head that if yöu shoot it, it will blow up?

Hi, hi, Tim Messenger.

Can I get a quick shot for the Sandford Citizen?

Okay.

How about yöu put the teacher in handcuffs?

I don't think that gives off the right signals.

Too cheesy-pie. Okay. Gotcha.

Give the little blonde kid yöur hat. I'd rather not.

Wave yöur hitting stick about. No.

Righty-ho-ho.

Oh, can I have yöur autograph, please?

For the breakfast. Oh, sorry.

Hey, that weren't me.

Morning, Angle. Good morning, Angle.

Morning, Angle. Morning, Angle.

Sergeant Angel. Morning. The swan's escaped.

The swan's escaped? Yeah.

Right. And where has the swan escaped from exactly?

The castle. Oh, yeah? And who might yöu be?

Mr. Staker. Yeah, Mr. Peter Ian Staker.

P.I. Staker. Right. Piss taker. Come on!

Yes, Mr. Staker. We'll do everything we can. Can yöu describe it to me?

It's about two foot tall.

Long slender neck. Yeah.

Kind of orange and black bill. Anything else?

Well, it's a swan.

That's just gonna scare it.

No luck catching them swans then? It's just the one swan, actually.

Want anything from the shop? yöu've just been to the shop.

I was thinking of a different shop.

Constable Butterman, this is not the time for personal errands.

Well, there's nothing going on, is there? There is always something going on. yöu have to look closer, all right? What about this guy?

Mr. Treacher? Yeah.

Why has he got that big coat on?

He can't be cold. Why the extra layer? Maybe he's trying to hide something.

Mr. Treacher?

Okay. What about this guy?

Ask yöurself, why has he got his hat pulled down like that?

He's fuck ugly. Or he doesn't want yöu to see his face.

Because he's fuck ugly.

Okay, what's his story?

Oh, that's Lurch. Go on.

He's a trolley boy at the local supermarket. Good.

Real name, Michael Armstrong.

Dad says he's got a child's mind. Okay.

And lives up Summer Street with his mum and his sister.

And are they as big as he is?

Who? The mum and the sister.

Same person.

What shop were yöu thinking of?


Sergeant Angel to the Manager's office.

Manager's office. Sergeant Angel.

Sergeant Angel. Or is it Angle?

Mr. Skinner, a baby's sicked up in aisle six.

Please excuse me. Michael!

Yarp.

Child vomit. Aisle six. Mop it up. Yarp.

Mr. Skinner, is there a problem? No, no, no, no.

I simply wanted to say how lovely it is to see yöu supporting yöur local store.

Well, that's quite all right.

All too many have defected to the big Megamart in Buford Abbey.

May their heads be struck from their shoulders for such disloyalty.

Yes, well, I am on duty, so if yöu'll excuse me.

Of course. I simply spied yöu loitering in organic produce and assumed yöu had time on yöur hands.

Well, maybe I'm not the one yöu should be keeping an eye on.

That's the Fridge Magnate. His name's George Merchant.

Made a fortune in kitchen goods. Built that monstrosity on Norris Avenue.

Actually, I wasn't talking about him.

I was talking about him.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

"Meet the cop that can't be stopped."

Tosser!

Trouble in the high street.

Sergeant Angel's having a spot of bother.

Roger that.

Morning, Sergeant.

yöu mothers.

Let's cut through here. Head him off. Through the gardens?

What's the matter, Danny? yöu never taken a shortcut before.


Hey, give me that!

"yöu do not have to say anything, however it may harm yöur defense

"if yöu fail to mention when questioned something yöu later rely on in court.

"Anything yöu do say can be given in evidence."

Hi, Danny. All right, Pete?

Do yöu know this man?

Yeah, he's Auntie Jackie's sister's brother's boy.

And it didn't occur to yöu to mention this before?

Couldn't see his face, could I? I'm not made of eyes.

Impressive collar.

Shame Mr. Skinner doesn't want to press charges.

What do yöu mean, he doesn't wanna press charges?

I'm simply suggesting that, yöu know, Peter be given a second chance before he becomes just another crime statistic.

I'm sure he's going to learn a valuable lesson.

Stealing biscuits is wrong? Correct.

Thanks.

And yet we respond by not taking a single punitive measure?

Well, that's the way the cookie crumbles.

Like the biscuits, isn't it?

Mr. Skinner... Is everything all right?

Well, sir, Mr. Skinner feels it would be better not to prosecute an individual that has committed a blatant offense.

Leave this with me.

I'll make sure everyone gets their just deserts.

Oh, no!

Twenty-seven.

Have yöu ever seen Point Break? No.

Amazing bit in Point Break where they jump over fences.

Is there now? Twenty-nine.

Patrick Swayze's just robbed this bank and Keanu Reeves is chasing him through people's gardens, and he goes to shoot Swayze but he can't, 'cause he loves him so much, and he's firing his gun up in the air, he's like...

Forty.

Have yöu ever fired yöur gun up in the air and gone...

No, I have not ever fired my gun up in the air and gone...

Thirty.

Sorry, I... I just... I just feel like I'm missing out sometimes.

I wanna do what yöu do. yöu do, do what I do.

What on earth do yöu think yöu're missing out on?

Gun fights. Car chases. Proper action and shit.

Police work is not about proper action or shit.

Twenty-nine.

If yöu had paid attention to me in school, yöu'd understand that it's not all about gun fights and car chases.

Fire up the roof.

That was brilliant.

Was I going a tad fast, Officer?

Yes, yöu were, Mr. Blower.

Well, now, yöu see, we are staging a homage to William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and I'm a little late for the dress rehearsal.

I'm playing the eponymous hero, yöu see.

Romeo not Juliet.

What are yöu writing? Everything yöu're saying.

I might need to refer to it later.

Now, Officer, I am a respected solicitor so there's no need to...

Just stop writing, will yöu?

Look, I'm merely trying to explain why I might have exceeded the speed limit. yöu're playing the male lead in a homage to William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and yöu're late for the dress rehearsal. yöu think this is sufficient reason to travel at 48 in a 30 zone?

Well, I... To flout speed limits specifically put in place to save lives. Just, look, this is preposterous.

"Preposterous." Look, just stop writing!

"Stop writing."

Look, yöu're right, I apologize.

See what I did there? yöu hypnotized him.

No, I used this.

This is the most important piece of equipment yöu will ever own.

This notebook has saved my skin more times than I care to mention. yöu should think about using yöurs more often.

I do use mine. Show me.

That's just extraordinary. yöu should see the one on the other side.

What are yöu up to tonight? I have to water my Peace Lily.

Thought yöu might wanna do something.

What exactly were yöu thinking? Don't know. Pub?

I don't think that's a good idea. Do yöu?

yöu two.

A Mr. Blower left yöu tickets for Romeo and Juliet tonight.

Said it was by way of an apology.

Yeah? Yeah.

Well, we can't accept gifts from somebody we've officially rebuked. So...

Yeah.

Nicholas. Glad I caught yöu.

Wondered if yöu wouldn't mind representing us at the am drams tonight.

Yes, sir, of course. And there's a spare for Danny, too.

Yeah! Hey, come on, it might be fun.

A dateless bargain to engrossing death.

Here's to my love.

Now.

Poison? I'll kiss thy lips.

Happily some poison doth yet hang on them.

Bang!

Sergeant Angel, hi-hi. Quick word for the Sandford Citizen.

It was very enjoyable.

"Cop Enjoys Watching yöung Lovers"? I don't think so.

"Local Bobby Gives Thumbs Up To Teen Suicide"?

That's just grossly inappropriate. yöu will try and spell his name correctly this time, won't yöu, Timothy?

Absolute tosh, wasn't it?

And annoyingly, the understudies are actually professional actors.

Greg over there was an extra in Straw Dogs and Sheree portrayed a cadaver in Prime Suspect.

Sergeant Angel, yöu came?

So thrilled yöu accepted my invitation.

Well, our Inspector requested we attend. So...

Yeah, we can't accept gifts from someone we've officially rebuked so...

Jog on.

Congratulations to yöu and to Mrs. Blower.

Oh, this is not my wife. This is Miss Draper. My leading lady.

Eve works in the local council, Sergeant. Quite the lady in the know.

I am not. Nonsense.

I'm sure if we bashed yöur head in, all sorts of secrets would come tumbling out.

Romeo, Romeo, a pint of bitter for Romeo?

Thank yöu very much for coming, George. Excuse us.

A pleasure, my liege.

Eve's nice, ain't she? She certainly has a distinctive laugh.

She was in my year at school. Always had a thing for her.

She clearly has a thing for older men.

What, with Martin Blower? No way!

We just sat through three hours of so-called acting, Constable, their kiss was the only convincing moment in it.

Hey, now yöu come to mention it, I too have reason to believe she favors the older gent.

Really? How so?

Marcus Carter's big brother said he'd fingered her up the duck pond.

Oh, Officers.

Again let me extend my sincere apologies for earlier.

That's quite all right, Mr. Blower. Drive safe.

"Drive safe." Oh, my God. yöu know that's the bloke we done for speeding earlier.

Yeah. Hopefully, that's the last we'll see of him.

Who is it?

We haven't got long.

To us.

Who is it?

Yeah?

...decaffeinated? Decaffeinated?

Little Brian Libby found them, out on his paper round.

Oh, he'll be having nightmares for a while.

Must have hit the sign at some speed. Took the whole top off.

I've had my top off in this lay-by. Tits.

Most likely lost control, left the road there and then ended up here.

So, what do we reckon?

Sergeant Angel?

Well, we should get a proper cordon off, screen the remains from public view.

Close down the road until the ambulance crew arrives, whereupon we should open a single lane of traffic and ease congestion.

Very good.

What he said.

What happened, Danny? Car accident.

Nasty way to go.

Constable, official vocab guidelines state we no longer refer to these incidents as "accidents," they're now "collisions."

Right.

"For never was there a story of more woe. Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

Excuse me? Martin and Eve. Such a tragedy.

Mr. Skinner, do yöu mind telling me how yöu know the identity of the persons involved? yöu know how it is. News travels fast.

A love struck Romeo sings a streetsus serenade What happened, Danny? Traffic collision.

Hey, why can't we say "accident" again?

Because "accident" implies there's nobody to blame.

Put a sock in it, town mouse.

Yeah, yöu wanna be a big cop in a small town, fuck off up the model village.

I'm just saying, things aren't always as simple as they look.

Most times they are.

Let's just wait till Doctor Hatcher comes back with something, before yöu go jumping the Kalashnikov.

All right, in the meantime, why don't yöu check out a few of Martin Blower's clients?

Martin Blower represents damn near most of the village.

Did yöu want us to go through the whole phone book?

Yeah, or put a call into Aaron A. Aaronson, shall we?

Please, don't be childish.

At least consider interviewing the widow.

Martin Blower was clearly having an affair with Eve Draper.

Oh, and how did yöu establish that?

'Cause we sat through three hours of so-called acting last night, and the kiss was the only convincing moment in it.

All right, pipe down, big one.

Here, what else yöu got, Crockett and Tubby?

Skid marks. Now who's being childish?

There were no skid marks at the scene.

Doesn't it seem a little strange that Martin Blower would lose control of his car and not think to apply the brakes?

If there were no skid marks it follows that for 300 yards both driver and passenger did nothing to prevent their fate. yöu don't have to be a detective to work that out!

Yeah.

Are yöu causing trouble? Yes, they are.

Well, a spot of bother up at Ellroy Farm.

Old Arthur Webley's been clipping hedgerows that don't belong to him.

Yes, sir? That's it.

Yes, sir.

Why do we need the dog? It's not the dog we need.

Right.

What did he say?

What did he say? He said, "An 'edge is an 'edge.

"He only chopped it down 'cause it spoilt his view.

"What's Reaper moaning about?"

Right.

Look, I appreciate yöur position, Mr. Webley, but yöu can't go around chopping down other people's hedges without permission.

"Yes, I suppose."

Thank yöu.

All right.

Mr. Webley, I trust yöu have a license for that firearm?

He does for this one.

What do yöu mean by "this one"?

By the power of Grey Skull.

Where on earth did yöu get these?

Found them. He found them!

And what is this? Sea mine.

Sea mine.

Well, Mr. Webley, this is an extremely dangerous collection.

It's a wonder nobody's been hurt before.

No, it's just a lot of junk.

Move, move, move!


yöu what? No, apparently it's been deactivated. Over.

That's right, deactivated!

It's not live. It looks live.

All right.


That was quite an impressive haul today, Constable Butterman.

Well, yöu know, I mean, maybe we should do something to celebrate.

Unless yöu gotta water yöur Peace Lily.

What exactly did yöu have in mind? I don't know. Pub?

Right yöu are, my love.

Yes, sirs, what can I get yöu?

Pint of lager, please, Roy.

And what can I get yöu that isn't a cranberry juice?

I don't really wanna get drunk. yöu can get a little drunk.

Okay, I'll have one. Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

Mr. Porter, what's yöur wine selection?

Oh, we got red or white.

I'll have a pint of lager, please. Yeah, Roy.

Any news from earlier? Yeah. CSI found nothing.

Doctor Hatcher reported no misadventure and Mrs. Blower has four alibis.

Now, come on, Sergeant, it's not yöur job to investigate this incident, is it?

Is it?

No, it isn't. No, it isn't.

yöu don't switch off, do yöu? yöu sound like my ex.

Well, yöu are always thinking away. It's what I do.

Don't get me wrong. I think it's amazing. Really?

I mean, what made yöu wanna be a policeman?

Officer.

What made yöu wanna be a policeman-officer?

I don't remember a time when I didn't wanna be a police officer.

Apart from the summer of 1979 when I wanted to be Kermit the Frog.

It all started with my Uncle Derek. He was a Sergeant in the Met.

He bought me a police pedal car when I was five.

I rode round in it every second I was awake.

Arresting kids twice my size for littering and spitting.

I got beaten up a lot when I was yöung but it didn't stop me.

I wanted to be like Uncle Derek.

He sounds like a good bloke.

Actually, he was arrested for selling drugs to students.

What a cunt.

Probably bought the pedal car with the proceeds.

Needless to say I never went near it again. I just let it rust.

But I never forgot the clear sense of right and wrong that I felt at the wheel of that pedal car.

I had to prove to myself that the law could be proper and righteous and for the good of humankind.

It was from that moment, I was destined to be a police officer.

Shame. How so?

I think yöu would've made a great muppet.

What about yöu? What made yöu wanna become a police officer?

I don't know. Dad does it.

I think after my mum died, it's what he wanted, yöu know, keep me close by.

Do yöu mind if I ask how she died? Traffic collision.

I'm sorry.

Never mind. Hey, watch this.

Jesus Christ! Oh, my eye!

Ta-da!

Hey, come on, silly bollocks, get them in.

777. Mr. Skinner. yöu know George Merchant, don't yöu? Evening, Officer.

Yes, we were just discussing the accident.

I'd come to know Martin and Eve very well of late.

Such a loss.

What say we drink to their demise?

Shouldn't that be "drink to their memories"?

Of course. Cheers.

I must go to the little boys' room.

I'm all right! "Little" being the operative word.

Oh, he'll be in bits tomorrow.

I think somebody needs to go home.

I'm... I'm not that drunk, sir. Not yöu. Him.

What?

Hey, we did get a little drunk. Did yöu get it?

'Cause he's... He's little and he's drunk.

Oh, good grief.

It's hardly in keeping with the village's rustic esthetic, is it?

How much do I owe yöu? Twenty quid.

There yöu go.

And there's yöur change. God bless yöu.

Bye-bye.

I'm all right.

I would not wanna be him in the morning.

Well, this is me.

Well, I shall see yöu in the morning.

Unless yöu wanna come in for a cup of coffee?

I don't drink coffee. Tea?

No caffeine after midday.

How about another beer?

Oh, dear.

When did yöu move in? About five years ago. yöu should get some house plants. Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah. I've been tending my Peace Lily for about three years now.

It oxygenates the room, helps yöu think, relieves stress.

Its needs are simple.

Janine used to say I love my Lily more than I loved her.

Is that why yöu split up? What?

'Cause yöu did it with a plant? No, no, no.

It was more about me being obsessed with the job.

That's good though, right?

Is it though?

I did miss a few dinners. yöu know, parties, a birthday or two.

Listen, mate, I... Her dad's funeral.

I just wanna be good at what I do. yöu are good at what yöu do. yöu've just gotta learn to switch off that big old melon of yöurs.

That's the whole problem, Danny.

I don't think I know how.

I can show yöu how.

By the power of Grey Skull.

Point Break or Bad Boys II?

Which one do yöu think I'll prefer?

No, I mean which one do yöu wanna watch first? yöu are pulling my leg?


What did yöu think of that?

Well, I won't argue that it was a no holds barred, adrenalin fueled thrill ride but there's no way yöu could perpetrate that amount of carnage and mayhem and not incur a considerable amount of paperwork.

That is nothing, man.

This is about to go off.

This shit just got real.

Nasty way to go.

I think our Mr. Merchant tried to have a little fry up and left the gas on.

Spends his whole life devoted to the refrigerator then gets killed by an oven.

I told him several times, yöu shouldn't eat late at night.

Oh, I don't know. I quite like a little midnight gobble.

Cocks.

So, what do we reckon? Angel?

Help me.

Okay, we get a proper cordon up, we let the fire crews finish their stuff, and then we get forensics in to do a thorough sweep of the house.

Very good. What he said.

Sergeant Angel, hi-hi. A quick word?

Mr. Messenger, a statement will be issued shortly.

Actually, I just wanted to ask, "What's yöur perfect Sunday?"

I'll deal with the press, Sergeant.

Now, my perfect Sunday is a lovely long lie in...

Fire to destroy all yöu've done

Like in the films.

Something like, something out of Backdraft.

What are yöu thinking? Foul play? Maybe.

We're just hoping to talk to the last people to see Mr. Merchant alive.

Namely a Sergeant Knickerless Asswipe and a Constable Fanny Batterbum.

That's us. Why is this such a big joke to yöu?

Three people have died in a week.

Oh, come on, Doctor Sherlock, they were accidents.

People have accidents every day.

The victims knew each other. Everyone knows everyone round here.

Yeah. If yöu didn't see anything suspicious, then who did?

It's a bit of a blind spot, I'm afraid.

We just catch the very edge of the explosion.

Nasty way to go.

There was something took my eye. Really? What's that?

Sandford's most wanted.

There yöu go. It was the swan all along.

This is not funny, Detective! Oh, give over, Miss Marples.

Yeah, yöu do yöur job and we'll do ours, eh?

Yeah. Haven't yöu got a church fete to look after?

No, I have not!

Actually.

Testing. Testing.

Someone's in for a surprise at 3:00, ladies and gentlemen.

It's the raffle with a very special guest presenter.

Out in the country Far from all the sorts of noise of the city There's a village green It's been a long time since I last set eyes On the church with a steeple That's me after a couple of pints.

Splat the rat.

Splat the rat.

Splat the rat.

Shark!

Seen any murderings, Nicholarse?

Come on, boys. Leave Sergeant Angel alone, he's working.

Sorry, Chief, won't waste any more police time.

Have a nice time.

Actually, Nicholas, yöu might as well take a break.

Hey, great. I've got something to show yöu.

This is a rifle range. yöu'll be really good at it.

Feeling lucky, Sergeant?

Three cans wins yöu the squeaky bunny, five cans gets yöu the floppy lion.

Take out all the little people, yöu get to waltz off with the cuddly monkey.

I thought I made it clear to yöu how I feel about firearms.

It's only an air rifle.

Sergeant.

Dear Lord!

That was amazing.

Thank yöu, Danny. I can't believe I shot someone.

He's a doctor, he can deal with it. I never shot anyone before.

Danny, believe me, it's not something yöu ever get used to.

Yeah. Maybe we should go on the bouncy castle.

Take our minds off of it.

Sergeant Angel, hi-hi. Mr. Messenger.

I need to talk to yöu about George Merchant. Alone.

Churchyard. 3:00.

What do yöu think he wants?

Would Sergeant Angel come to the stage, please?

Here to announce the winners is the newest addition to the Sandford Police Force.

Service.

Sergeant Nicholas Angel.

Prick. Wanker.

Hello. Hello.

The first name is Simon Skinner.

He's in the loo.

Too much of Joyce's lemonade, perhaps.


And the next name is...

Tim, yöur number's up.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hi-hi.

Oh, no!

Stand back, stand back! There's been a terrible accident.

Accident? Just an accident.

It's all right, it's all right. There's nothing to see.

Come on, everybody. It's all right. It's just an accident.

Nicholas, what is it?

Sir, I think all these deaths are linked. I think Tim Messenger was murdered.

Who could do something like this? Maybe it was the swan.

Apparently, they can break a man's arm. Or blow up a man's house.

Listen, yöu pair of... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Nicholas.

Now, let me get this straight.

Are yöu saying that this is a crime scene? Yes, sir, I am.

Very well.

Detectives. Sir.

Start interviewing everyone who was at the fete.

Oh, he's got shorts on.

Sergeant Fisher? What?

Secure the area. What?

PC Thatcher? Yes, love?

Get the CSI down here.

PC Walker?

Patrol the churchyard with Saxon.

Nicholas, Danny, yöu know what to do.

Do yöu really think this is murder?

I just don't think we should rule it out, that's all.

Yeah. I think yöu're right.

I think yöu're talking a load of old shit.

He thinks yöu're talking a load of shit. Swings and roundabouts, isn't it?

Pain in the arse.

Did yöu find anything? Yeah.

I was extremely shocked when I looked at my watch and discovered that I should be in the pub.

Did yöu go to his house? Did yöu read his articles?

If yöu wanna wade through every copy of the Sandford bloody Citizen, be our guest.

It's yöur job, isn't it? Detect!

This ain't the city, Mr. Angel. Not everyone's a murdering psychopath.

It's high time yöu realized that. yöu and yöur monkey.

Did he mean me or that?

Oh, maybe we should go home.

What do yöu mean? Well, there's nothing going on, is there?

Have yöu listened to anything that I've said?

What do yöu mean?

Is anything I've told yöu in the last two weeks sunk into that thick skull of yöurs? Yeah.

Has it? Like what? yöu said I could be an amazing policeman-officer.

There's always something going on, Danny.

And yöu won't be an amazing police officer until yöu understand that.

Well, I remembered something else yöu said and all.

Oh, did yöu now? Yeah. yöu don't know how to switch off!


Well, if yöu wanna wade through every copy of the Sandford bloody Citizen, be our guest.


Morning, Constable. All right?

Thanks for the monkey. yöurs, isn't it? I won it for yöu.

Danny, I think I'm on to something.

Are yöu? Yes.

And I think with a little deliberation we can figure out what links these deaths.

We? Come on, partner. Let's go to work.

Oh, oh, Sergeant Angel?

Someone from London called for yöu. Tell them I'll call them back.

Tim Messenger. Go.

Editor and journalist at The Sandford Citizen.

Fondness for puns. Go on.

Terrible speller. Oh, yeah?

Nevertheless had uncovered important information about...

George Merchant. Self-made millionaire.

Fancied himself as a property developer.

Said he had big plans for Sandford. Pissed on the floor in The Crown.

But more importantly, was a good friend and client of...

Martin Blower. Respected solicitor.

Affirmatron. Leading light of the local drama society.

Bad actor. Undoubtedly.

Bad driver. Not necessarily.

Cheated on his missus. Most certainly.

And we both know who with. Eve Draper.

Blower's leading lady. Distinctive laugh. True.

Favored older men. Fingered.

Worked at? Council.

More specifically? Department of Planning and Development.

Where George Merchant secured permission to build his dubious mansion on Norris Avenue.

So...

Maybe they were all accidents. People have accidents every day.

What are yöu two up to? Nothing.

Well, look sharp.

There's been reports of a fire in the station. What?

Happy birthday to yöu Happy birthday to yöu Danny, why didn't yöu say something? We were working, weren't we?

Hey, where are yöu going? Personal errand.

Hello, Miss Tiller.

I was wondering, do yöu have any Japanese Peace Lilies?

Of course.

I was just about to pop off, actually.

I can never find my scissors.

Is this for someone special? Yes. Yes, it is.

Are yöu going somewhere, Miss Tiller? Yes. I'm moving away.

And why the move, if yöu don't mind me asking?

Well, just between yöu and I... Yes? yöu know that fella who blew up? George Merchant.

Well, George Merchant, God rest him, wanted to buy this land, so he sends round his legal fella, Martin Blower, God rest him, and I thought I might take them up on it.

I haven't really got that much family round here, save for Cousin Sissy.

So I thought I might take them up on the offer and move to Buford Abbey.

Would yöu like a card with this?

No, sorry, yöu were talking about the offer?

Well, it turns out that Martin Blower, God rest him, knew where the new bypass road is going because he was knocking off Eve Draper from the council, God rest her, and then that reporter, God rest him, finds out about the route and tells me this land's very valuable.

Ten times what George Merchant and Martin Blower, God rest them, offered me.

So, with them having passed on, I decided to sell it on myself to some folks from the city that Martin, George and Eve, God rest the lot of them, had been talking to.

Apparently, they want to build a big shopping center or something.

Of course, Cousin Sissy won't be too happy about that, but as far as I'm concerned, Cousin Sissy can go and fuck...

Would yöu just excuse me, for just one second?

Stop!

In the name of the law!


Hang about, hang about. yöu're saying this wasn't an accident?

Leslie Tiller was fucking murdered!

What, just like Tim Messenger? Yes!

And George Merchant? Yes!

And Eve Draper? Yes!

And Martin Blower? No, actually.

Really? 'Course he fucking was!

Thank yöu, Danny.

Oh, murder, murder, murder. Change the fucking record.

Thank yöu, Andy.

Come on, Sergeant, yöu've gotta accept it was just another nasty accident.

What are yöu suggesting?

That Leslie Tiller tripped and fell on her own shears?

Ben Fletcher fell on his pitchfork the other week.

Yeah, accidents happen all the time. What makes yöu think it was murder?

Because I was there! There's a point.

Why were yöu there?

I was buying Constable Butterman a Japanese Peace Lily for his birthday.

What absolute horseshit.

I chased a suspect from the scene. Innocent people don't run!

Here, maybe it was our old friend, the cactus thief.

Oh, yeah, he was a prickly customer, weren't he?

Am I going completely mad?

Maybe yöu are.

Maybe yöu did it.

Yeah, seeing as how yöu're such a big fan of murder.

What the... Sergeant Angel?

Yes! Sir.

Nicholas, Nicholas, Nicholas.

What am I going to do with yöu?

Sir, yöu have to understand... No, yöu have to understand.

The boys here aren't used to the concepts yöu're bandying about.

The "M" word, Nicholas.

There hasn't been a recorded murder in Sandford for 20 years.

But, sir, I'm certain.

And what's more, I know who did it.

Can I see the manager, please?

Mr. Skinner to the Manager's office. Manager's office. Mr. Skinner.

Sergeant Angel. And to what do I owe this pleasure?

Simon Skinner, I'm arresting yöu on suspicion of the murder of Leslie Tiller.

Leslie Tiller's dead? How?

She tripped and fell on her own shears.

I'm also arresting yöu on suspicion of the murder of Tim Messenger on May 1st, of George Merchant on April 29th and of Eve Draper and Martin Blower on April 28th.

Why on earth would I do that, Sergeant? I'm glad yöu asked.

My suspicions were first aroused when yöu appeared at the scene of the Blower-Draper death, on the outskirts of Sandford, despite the fact yöu live and work in the center of the village.

I couldn't help but recall yöur comments at the theater on the previous evening.

When yöu not only indicated an awareness of the couple's affair but also inferred that Eve's connections at the council might make her privy to important information. yöu even spoke of "bashing her head in."

Perhaps hoping yöu might discover the route of the proposed Sandford Bypass. yöu were already suspicious that George Merchant was buying up a large area of land on the outskirts of Sandford, after an article Tim Messenger wrote in the Sandford Citizen. yöu see, the land Merchant was buying had little value in of itself but, if it became accessible by road, it would be a prime location for say, a retail park.

Consumed with concern for yöur business and potential disloyalty from fickle customers, yöu yöurself expressed a wish to behead. yöu killed the competition in cold blood.

Staging the murders as accidents. yöu used a vehicle removal truck to stage the Blower-Draper death and incinerated an old man in his own house.

Covering yöur tracks with the judicial application of bacon and beans.

However, there was a loose end.

Tim Messenger.

Splattered before he could share with me what he told Leslie Tiller that very afternoon.

The true value of her land.

Upon discovering she was about to sell up to the developers, yöu brutally murdered her with her own shears.

And made good yöur escape utilizing yöur impressive skills as a fun runner.

Very entertaining. But I rather think yöu've been watching too many films.

He hasn't.

Why would I kill Leslie? yöu clearly aren't aware that we're related.

Oh, but I am, "Cousin Sissy."

I'm afraid my nickname of Sissy is only a revelation to yöurself.

My teenage years studying ballet are well known.

Yeah, Sissy Skinner. What a Gaylord.

Thank yöu, Andrews.

Now, despite my comments about "beheading" customers, I personally relish the competition of another store.

Anything to energize my workforce.

And anyway, what makes yöu think I could dislodge part of the church roof?

Or for that matter, stage a car crash?

It's a well known fact that the church roof is in dire need of repair.

And isn't it true that two of yöur own employees operate the vehicle removal service for the council?

Sergeant, this is the 21st Century.

Many people hold down several jobs.

I myself host a life drawing class at the Village Hall.

Tina here is a table dancer at Flappers.

Nevertheless, yöu could have utilized the vehicle removal truck for yöur own ends.

These accusations are quite meaningless, Sergeant, unless yöu can back them up with hard evidence.

Well, yöu've got me there.

I'd need something conclusive.

Something that placed yöu at the scene of the crime.

Perhaps a wound yöu sustained on a piece of broken glass this very evening.

This very evening.

Sergeant, this is beginning to get embarrassing.

How could I possibly be in several places at once?

I'm sure the store's security footage will absolve me.

Do feel free to spool through.

I can handle this, Danny. yöu might as well go back and just enjoy the rest of yöur birthday.

Did yöu really get me that plant? Yes, I did.

But it's been impounded as evidence.

Well, I mean, maybe Dad will still let me water it, eh?

Yeah.

Sergeant, I wanted yöu to know that if I do indeed now own the land belonging to... belonging to Leslie, that I intend to turn it into a memorial garden, in her honor.

Mr. Skinner, what yöu do with yöur land is of no concern of mine,

so jog on.

Michael, will yöu escort the Sergeant off the premises when he's quite finished?

Yarp.

I just can't believe Leslie's dead. How did it happen?

She tripped and fell on her own shears.

Hey, that weren't me.

Hey, look.

Look, Mr. Treacher's got his big coat on again.

yöu want anything from the shop? Cornetto.

No luck catching them killers, then? It's just the one killer, actually.

No luck catching them killers, then? It's just the one killer, actually.

No luck catching them killers, then? It's just the one killer, actually.

No luck catching them killers, then? It's just the one killer, actually.

What's the matter? yöu got brain-freeze? No, I got brainwave.

Get us back to the station, now!

It's more than one person. Come again?

It's more than one killer. It was Skinner a minute ago.

Yeah, well, maybe it still is. yöu know, maybe he's... Maybe he's not alone. Maybe there are others.

Nicholas, yöu're an exceptional officer. But I've seen this before.

Sir? Sergeant Popwell.

It was exactly the same thing. yöu've come from a city where there's danger round every corner, and it's driven yöu round the bend.

Yes, sir.

Do yöurself a favor. Sleep on it.

And if yöu still feel the same in the morning, I give yöu my word, I'll get right on to it.

Hey. Hey, what's happening? What's going on?

Nothing, nothing. I'm just gonna go back to the hotel.

I mean, do yöu want a lift? No, no, I could do with a walk.


Hey, big one, playtime's over.

Michael?

Michael? Are yöu there?

Michael? Is everything okay?

Yarp.

Sergeant Angel's been taken care of?

Yarp.

He's not gonna get back up again?

Narp!

Good. Proceed to the castle.

Frank, this shit just got real.

Skinner just sent someone to kill me, and, now, now he's gone somewhere.

Up to the... To the castle, I think. I'm gonna... I'm gonna go after him.

Okay? It's Nicholas, by the way.

Oh, my God. What happened to yöur Peace Lily?

Danny. Danny, just stay here, okay? And watch him, and call yöur dad.

Tell him I was right. What are yöu gonna do?

I'm gonna bust this thing wide open. Nicholas, wait. yöu might need this. Thanks, partner.


How could I possibly be in several places at once?

How could I possibly be in several places at once?

How could I possibly be in several places at once?

I just can't believe Leslie's dead. How did it happen? yöu'll find that we run a very tight ship here.

Who could do something like this?

Seems like Mr. Merchant tried to have a little fry up and left the gas on.

Nasty way to go.

What happened, Danny?

No luck catching them killers, then?

No luck catching them killers, then?

No luck catching them...

Now, quick announcement before we begin.

Janet Barker has decided to call her boys Roger and Martin.

And the christening will be a week on Saturday and we're all invited.

Tom. Thanks, Joyce.

Now, yöu'll all be delighted to hear that the tenacious Sergeant Angel has been taken care of.

Joyce will discover the Sergeant lying on the wet floor of his bathroom, having slipped and tragically broken his neck.

So, with the dispatch of the Sergeant, we will now be able to concentrate on the eradication of our hoodie infestation.

Quite right.

After which, nothing will stand in our way.

Oh, I beg to differ, Mr. Weaver.

Well, well, well, I see we have visitors.

Sergeant Nicholas Angel. Sandford Police Service.

My, he is tenacious, isn't he?

I'm arresting yöu under suspicion of conspiracy to commit murder.

Oh, come, come, Sergeant. yöu should be ashamed.

Calling yöurself a community that cares. Oh, but we do care, Nicholas.

It's all about the greater good.

The greater good.

How can this be for the greater good?

The greater good. yöu see, as much as I enjoyed yöur wild theories, Sergeant, the truth is far less complex.

Blower's fate was simply the result of his being an appalling actor.

Quite appalling. yöu murdered him for that?

Well, he murdered Bill Shakespeare. What?

The Dramatic Society is an important feather in our cap.

Couldn't let Blower jeopardize that.

Not when we had two semi-professionals waiting in the wings.

Let's not forget that Greg was an extra in Straw Dogs.

And Sheree played a cadaver in Prime Suspect.

Yes, I know!

Martin was less concerned with the reputation of the village than he was with his sordid affair with Eve Draper.

And so Eve deserved to die too?

Well, she did have a very annoying laugh.

Annoying.

And, and George Merchant? He had an awful house.

Awful.

We begged him in vain to make his residence more in keeping with the village's rustic esthetic.

And what about Tim Messenger? What was his crime?

Tim Messenger's tenure as editor of the Sandford Citizen has been unbearable.

Our once great paper had become riddled with tabloid journalism.

Not to mention persistent errors.

He listed her age as 55. When, actually, I'm 53.

Fifty-three.

What, what about Leslie Tiller? One of yöur own?

Her horticultural expertise helped put Sandford on the map.

Oh, she was ever so good.

Cousin Leslie was a terrible shame.

But it seemed she was set on moving away.

We couldn't have her sharing her green fingers with anybody else.

Not least those heathens at Buford Abbey.

If we can't have her, no one can.

How can this be for the greater good?

The greater good. Shut it!

These people died for no reason. No reason whatsoever!

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Hello, Nicholas.

I was like yöu once.

I believed in the immutable word of the law.

That is until the night Mrs. Butterman was taken from me. yöu see, no one loved Sandford more than her.

She was head of the Women's Institute, chair of the floral committee.

When they started the Village of the Year contest, she worked round the clock. I've never seen such dedication.

On the eve of the adjudicator's arrival, some travelers moved into Callahan Park.

Before yöu could say, "Gypsy scum," we were knee-deep in dog muck, thieving kids and crusty jugglers.

Crusty jugglers.

We lost the title and Irene lost her mind.

She drove her Datsun Cherry into Sandford Gorge.

From that moment on, I swore that I would do her proud.

And whatever the cost, we would make Sandford great again.

Sir, this doesn't make any sense.

The adjudicators arrive tomorrow. We had to get everything ready.

Are yöu saying this is all about winning the Best Village Award?

This is the best village, Nicholas. yöu've seen the people.

They're happy, contented. They're living in a dream world.

Sergeant Popwell thought much the same as yöu.

I'm disappointed yöu can't see the bigger picture.

Well, I'm happy to disappoint yöu, sir.

And I'm afraid yöu're gonna have to come with me. yöu are all gonna have to come with me.

No, Nicholas, I'm afraid it is yöu who is going to have to come with us.

Danny, no.

Back off! Back off!

Or I swear to God, yöu'll be explaining how Danny tripped over and accidentally cut off his own head.

Come on, Nicholas. yöu haven't got it in yöu.

I mean it!

Shit!

Gypsy scum. Travelers.

Thieving kids. Dog muck.

Crusty jugglers.

Crusty jugglers. Crusty jugglers.

Crusty jugglers.

There hasn't been a recorded murder in Sandford for 20 years.

There's a reason we accommodate a few of the yöunglings at the pub.

Spot of bother up at Ellroy Farm.

I'll make sure everyone gets their just deserts.

If we don't come down hard on these clowns...

We'll get round to it.

Danny!


Ta-da.

What are yöu doing? Saving yöur skin.

This is murder! It's not, it's ketchup.

I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about the others.

What others? The others the NWA have murdered.

That's not true. It is!

Dad just said it was his special club, he...

I thought it was about rapping people on the knuckles and sending them on their way. There are skeletons back there!

I don't know nothing about no skelingtons.

What did yöu think was happening? Not this!

It's Frank.

He's appointed himself judge, jury and executioner.

He's not Judge Judy and executioner. He is! yöu've gotta help me take him down. I can't.

He's my dad. Take my car.

Go back to London. There's nothing yöu can do.

I can come back.

I can come back, and I can bring the blue fury of the Metropolitan Police Service with me.

They'll make it disappear. Who are they gonna believe?

My dad, or a loony London police officer.

But it won't be just me, will it?

We can do it together. yöu and me. Partners.

Forget it, Nicholas. It's Sandford.


Is that everything? Sir?

Sir? Sir?

Is there anything I can do for yöu? No.

This is something I have to do myself.


Another beautiful day in God's country.

Danny?

It's...

Mum!

What yöu gonna do?

Just walk in and arrest the whole village?

Not exactly.


Oh, Sergeant Angel? Someone from London called for yöu.

I'll tell them yöu'll ring them back.

Well, that's funny. What's that?

I didn't know we had a mounted division.

Nobody tells me nothing.

Wanna do something useful?

Annette, that Sergeant Angel's back. Check out his horse.

Roger that!

It's... Angel.


Morning.


That's what I'm talking about.

Still feel like yöu're missing out?


Fascist!

Hag!

Stop! Stop this, please!

Let us stop this mindless violence.

Nicholas, my son. yöu may not be a man of God, but surely yöu're a man of peace.

I may not be a man of God, Reverend, but I know right, and I know wrong, and I have the good grace to know which is which.

Oh, fuck off, Grasshopper.

No!

Jesus Christ!

Nicholas! Nicholas!

I thought yöu was a goner.

Drop yöur weapons!

Dr. Hatcher, no! Shut up, Danny.

I brought yöu into this world, I think it's rather fitting I should be the one to take yöu out of it. yöu and yöur interfering little friend.

Now...

drop them.

yöu're a doctor, deal with it. Yeah, motherfucker.

Danny, let's roll. What yöu thinking?

Pub?


Roy!

Somebody call the police!

Freeze!

Officers, arrest that man.

Danny, step away from the Sergeant. No, Dad.

Danny, yöu'll do as yöu're told.

I'm not taking orders from yöu anymore.

Officers, arrest these men! Wait, wait! yöu can arrest us if yöu like. yöu can throw us in prison and go back to being blind, submissive slaves.

Or yöu can be real police officers, and help us bring an end to this absurd story.

What the fuck is he on about?

Fuck are yöu on about?

Have yöu ever wondered why the crime rate in Sandford is so low?

And yet the accident rate, it's so high? No. Yeah. What? yöu've been brainwashed, Tony.

Brainwashed into naivety by an old man with a murderous obsession.

This is ridiculous. No, it's not, Dad. It's very unridiculous.

And it's only now that I'm starting to realize how unridiculous it all is.

Silence, Danny!

Think of yöur mother. Mum is dead, Dad.

For the first time in my life, yöu know, I'm glad.

If she could see what yöu've become, I think she'd probably kill herself all over again.

Sorry, I am completely lost.

Sandford is a lie, Doris.

For the last 20 years, the village has been controlled by Frank and the NWA.

They've lulled everyone into thinking this is a perfect village and killed anyone who's threatened to change that.

I reckon he's got something there.

He says, "He reckons yöu got something there."

I know. yöu're not seriously gonna believe this man, are yöu?

Are yöu? He isn't even from round here.

Maybe it's time to give it up, sir. yöu incompetent flatfoots!

Officer Walker, stay here with Saxon and hold everything down.

Fair enough.

Officers, let's go.

What about Dad? He'll come round again.

Want anything from the shop?

What yöu thinking? Well...

We should strike now, while we've got the element of surprise.

Longer we wait, more time they've got to mobilize.

I say we go in through the front entrance, take the place aisle by aisle.

They won't be expecting that.

Very good. What he said.

My, my. Here come the fuzz.

Maybe they're not here. Wait here.

Don't go in on yöur own. Don't worry, he knows what he's doing.

Okay. They're in. yöu deal with the store. I'll deal with the trolley boy.

No, listen. Wait, wait, wait, Michael, wait, listen to me. Listen, listen.

Is this what yöu really, really want?

Yarp.

Suit yöurself.

Go, go, go.

Oh, come on.

Andy!

It's all right, Andy. It's just Bolognese!


How's Lurch? He's in the freezer.

Did yöu say, "Cool off"? No, I didn't say anything, actually.

Shame.

There was a bit earlier on that yöu missed when I distracted him with the cuddly monkey.

And then I said, "Playtime's over," and I hit him with the Peace Lily. yöu're off the fucking chain!

What's the situation? Two blokes and a fuckload of cutlery.

What do yöu reckon?

Idea.


Good work, everyone.

Nice one, Doris. Nothing like a bit of girl on girl.

Fruit attack!

Can yöu handle this, Sergeant Fisher? We're gonna go after the big boss.

We're on it, Sergeant.

Danny, let's rock. Angel!

Don't go being a twat now.

I wouldn't give yöu the satisfaction.

We should get down there. How?

Skip.

Head them off? Fuck, yeah.

I'll drive. Shotgun! Punch that shit!


Bang! Bang!

Swan!

Swan!


Stay back! Or the ginger nut gets it! yöu little fucker!


Get out of my village!

It's not yöur village anymore.

yöu did good, kid. Ta.

What's yöur name? Aaron A. Aaronson.

Sorry?

Angel!

It's over, Danny.

It's over.

This really hurts.

I'm going to need some ice-cream.

Yeah, well, don't worry. There's plenty of ice-cream at the station.

Isn't that right, Danny?

Stay back!

Pack it in, Frank, yöu silly bastard! Now, now.

We don't want any more bloodshed.

Frank, this whole thing started because yöu lost somebody yöu loved.

Don't expect me to believe yöu'd let it end the same way.

I'll tell yöu how this is gonna end!


I feel like I should say something smart. yöu don't have to say anything at all.

Satisfactory conclusion to the whole operation.

Now, my perfect Sunday would begin with...

What do yöu say, Nicholas?

We... We... We have been trying to reach yöu for days.

Yeah, well, I've been kind of busy. We need yöu back.

The figures have gone a little squiffy in yöur absence, it has to be said.

Come back to London.

Sandford's hardly a fitting place for such an exceptional officer.

Yeah, well, the thing is, sir.

I kind of like it here.

Besides, we have to do a considerable amount of paperwork.


Fuck's sake, Nick, this is gonna take ages. Yeah, it's gonna take all night.

Well, good job we've got the manpower, Andy?

Well, official vocab guidelines state that we say "staffing," not "manpower,"

'cause "manpower's" a bit sexist.

yöu don't mind a bit of manpower do yöu, Doris?

Oh, dirty bastard!

Andy! yöu cheeky fucker!

yöu know what yöu are?

A bloody busybody!

No!

Oh, God, no!


Danny!

Danny!

Oh, God.

Hold on, Danny, just hold on.

Hold on, it's gonna be fine. It's gonna be fine.

Just hang on, hang on!

Everything's gonna be fine.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Everything's gonna be just fine.


Hope these are okay.

Yeah. They're lovely.

Any officers near the church? Go ahead, Doris.

Chief, we've had a report of some hippy types messing with the recycling bins at the supermarket.

Leave it with us. Righto.

Sergeant Butterman, little hand says it's time to rock and roll.

Bring the noise.

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