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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.

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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.

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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 you 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, you do.

Your 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 you 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, you've always wanted

to transfer to the country.

- In 20 years or so, yes.

- Well done, you.

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

Yes, you did. You said,

"I'd love to settle down

in the country sometime, Janine."

I'd like to talk to the Inspector.

You can speak to the Inspector,

but I can promise you

he will tell you

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 you living?

- He's staying at the Section House, sir.

- With the recruits?

- Yes, he's living out of cardboard boxes.

Well, then, you're packed already.

Nicholas, we're offering you 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 you.

- I don't really know what to say.

- Yes?

Yes, thank you.

No, I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to...

- You want to take this higher?

- Yes, yes, I do.

You want me to bother

the Chief Inspector with this?

Yes.

You 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 your seat.

Now, I know what you're going to say,

but the fact is,

you've been making us all look bad.

I'm sorry, sir?

Of course we all appreciate your efforts,

but you've been rather

letting the side down.

It's all about being a team player, Nicholas.

You can't be the Sheriff of London.

If we let you carry on running round town,

you'll continue to be exceptional

and we can't have that.

You'll put us all out of a job.

With respect, sir.

- You can't just make people disappear.

- Yes, I can. I'm the Chief Inspector.

Well, however you spin this, there's

one thing you 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?

You know the situation.

We've been over this.

No, I... I meant here.

Two people involved,

distinct signs of a struggle.

Complete mess.

- You are talking about here?

- Nicholas, what do you want?

Well, I have something important to tell you

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 you 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 you were already married

to the force, weren't you?

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 you care about.

- That's not true.

No, you're right,

you do have that rubber plant.

- It's a Japanese Peace Lily.

- You just can't switch off, Nicholas.

And until you find a person you care

about more than your job, you never will.

Besides, you 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 you.

- You're seeing someone else.

- Yes. How did you...

- 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.

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.

- I was hoping to check in.

- 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,

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