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, you'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, Mister 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 you under suspicion of conspiracy to commit murder.
Oh come, come Sergeant!
You should be ashamed! Calling yourself "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...
You see, much as I enjoyed your wild theories, Sergeant, the truth is far less complex. Blower's fate was simply the result of his being... an appalling actor.
Appalling...
You murdered him for that?
Well, he murdered Bill Shakespeare.
What? ...Oh.
The dramatic society is an important feather in our cap.
We 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 Sherry portrayed a cadaver in Prime Suspect.
Yes, I know!
Martin Blower 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 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 aesthetic.
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!
What about Leslie Tiller, one of your own? Her horticultural expertise helped put Sandford on the map!
Oh, she was ever so good.
Cousin Leslie was a terrible shame...but it seems she was set on moving away.
We couldn't have her sharing her green fingers with anyone 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!
I wouldn't say that. [Nicholas turns to see Frank dressed in the Policeman's uniform from the office at the station and is horrified] Hello Nicholas. I was like you once. I believed in the immutable word of the law, that is until the night Mrs. Butterman was taken from me. You 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 around the clock. I'd never seen such dedication. On the eve of the adjudicator's arrival, some travelers moved into Calahoon Park, and before you 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 you saying this is all about winning the Best Village award?
This is the Best Village, Nicholas. You've seen the people. They're happy. Contented.
They're living in a dream world!
Sergeant Popwell thought much the same as you. I'm disappointed you can't see the bigger picture.
Well I'm happy to disappoint you, sir! And I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me. You are all going to have to come with me.
No Nicholas, I'm afraid it is you who is going to have to come with us...




