05x11 - Vigilante

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Heartbeat, why do you miss
when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory?

Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory?

So you were saying.

Was I?

You were about to tell me when you
two will be seeing one another again.

No, I wasn't.

Yes, you were.

Maggie, for the last time, me
and Jill are just good friends.

She traveled miles to see you.

Girls as pretty as Jill don't do that just

to talk about the good old days and
what went on behind the bike sheds.

She was up here
visiting friends, that's all.

Now then, what's your game?

No, you don't, my lad.

Get off me.

Get off.

Will you just let go, will you?

No, one call this time.

Just let go.

Arthur?

No.

Arthur.

Oh.

Oh, my god.

Arthur.

Oh.

I thought it was just us coppers
that were supposed to be nosy.

You're just the ones who get paid for it.

Oh, Maggie.

Maggie, please come quickly. It's Arthur.

I think he's had a heart attack.

Can I go with him?

Of course he can.

Come on.

Oh, Terry.

It wasn't my fault that she saw me.

What's going on, ma'am?

Will you go and get back to bed?

Go on.

I left me hold on.

Oh, did you leave your name
and address as well, then?

What if he's dead, Rosie?

He was having some
sort of stroke or something.

Oh, what are you like?

You've had this checked for Prince, then?

Clean as a whistle, Sarge.

And nobody got a look at
this joker before he scarpered?

We only missed a Wakefield,
and he's still in a coma.

What about Mrs. Wakefield?

No, I doubt it.

No, she took a sleeping
pill before she went to sleep.

Oh, that's great.

Well, when she feels
up to it, we'll have her in.

She can look at a few mug sh*ts.

You never know. - Right, Sarge.

Oh, by the way,
Rowan, you'll be pleased

to know that I've
managed to organize

you some assistants out on
your patch in the evenings.

All right, Sarge.

You'll know Cowley, I expect.

Comes from down your way.

Not Hector Cowley, the special.

Well, thanks a bunch, Sarge.

What's in it?

I think it's best not to ask, especially
if you haven't had your breakfast.

But I'll tell you something,
a couple of dabs of that

will talk to your
runner beans and be

able to give Derek
Ibbotson yards start.

Not only that, you enter them in
the show, I guarantee you win a prize.

It's a flower show?

Ah, well, it's not just a
flower show, you know.

I mean, it's for produce and all.

I think he prizes for
biggest cabbages,

biggest carrots, biggest
runner beans a lot.

Do they?

Well, what about it, then?

Are we... are we on or not?

Never really had you down as
having green fingers, Mr. Greengrass.

Oh, where do you think
those green grasses

got our name from
in the first place?

We're in the doomsday book,
you know, under gardeners.

Go on, then.

How much?

Two Bob.

Shilling?

A shilling?

If I patented that, I could make a fortune.

Well, then you'd best get
on with it, Mr. Greengrass,

because a shilling is all I can spare you.

Oh, go on, then.

For you, one and a tonne.

You're an hard woman, Eileen.

Three drops, right?

Ah, in two pints of water.

Don't forget to dilute it,
otherwise they'll go raving

mad and have to change your name to Jack.

Oh, now the nectar.

Dip, dip, dip.

You know, if I were you,
lady, I'd watch that one.

Oh, would you?

Why is that, then?

Because he's a known villain, that's why.

Really?

Well, thanks for the tip off.

I suppose it's Nick
you're looking for, is it?

Hector Cowley.

He is expecting me, I think.

Oh, he didn't say.

Still, if you'd like to leave a message.

If you'd just tell him Special
Constable Cowley called, please.

Right.

How is he?

Still comatose.

Can he hear her?

It's impossible to say, but
hearing is the last sense to go.

Of course, it'll be the
show in a couple of days.

You wouldn't want to miss that, would you?

All the flowers and the sideshows
and the children having a good time.

You know how you always love it.

And, well, if it rains, we
can go get a cup of tea.

Or perhaps something
a little bit stronger, too.

So you just go getting
yourself better off, do you hear?

Because I need you home.

I really do.

The house is... it's just... I know
you always say I boss you about.

Sometimes you need bossing.

I mean, what proper man doesn't?

You never put anything away.

So don't you go leaving
me now, Arthur Wakefield.

Don't you dare.

Because what would I do without you?

When I get older, losing my
hair, many years from now,

will you still be sending me a Valentine
birthday greetings bottle of wine?

If I've been out till quarter to
three, would you lock the door?

Will you still need me?

I was wondering if there was anybody in.

You can try knocking perhaps.

When I'm ... Did I disturb you?

Can we have our ball back?

Get out of here.

Yes, come on, son.

Come on.

Come on, Oriol.

Yes, I just had to, like,
you know, be... Out!

Say bye-bye to Uncle Ed.

Catch him.

Catch him.

Catch him.

Come on, that's a good one.

And stay out!

Stay out, yes.

I know what you mean.

I'm sorry about that.

Was that Mr. Greengrass?

Wanting his ball back, he said.

His ball?

Likely story.

Timely reminder, though, my dear.

Of what?

We must be on our guard again.

A spot of light turn with
the show only days away.

Oh, that.

Yes.

We can always leave this
for now if you don't feel up to it.

Oh, no.

I think I'd rather get it over with.

Thank you.

All right, in that case,
you take a look at those.

I'll go and organize a cup of tea.

Right.

Hello?

Oh, hello, sister.

Oh, I see.

Yes.

Yes, of course I will.

Right away.

Constable Rowan.

Supposed to be getting
together sometime soon?

We are, yeah.

I've got my hands
pretty full at the moment.

So I see.

I'd like to speak to
Sergeant Blaketon, please.

Hm?

What about?

Traffic arrangements
for the Aidensfield show.

Just a few thoughts I'd
like to share with him.

After observing at first hand
last year's darkest breakfast.

And you're going to tell him that, are you?

Little constructive
criticism never goes amiss.

I'll see if he's free.

I'll tell him.

Traffic arrangements, Ventress.

Oh, just a few thoughts he'd had, Sarge.

To avoid, um... how was it he put it?

A repeat of last year's dog's breakfast.

Dog's breakfast.

There's no rush, Mrs. Wakefield.

You just take your time.

Recognize him?

I believe I do.

Yes, this is him, all right.

I think I know him.

I think I've seen him around the village.

And these are... Traffic
floor charts, Sergeant.

This one here you see is
showing last year's arrangements,

which I think you'll agree with
me were a bit of a dog's breakfast.

Quite.

But as this one here you see
contains my own suggestions,

which I think you'll find can
only improve the situation.

I see.

Not, of course, that I'd like
you to think for one minute

that I was trying to teach
grandma how to suck eggs.

Of course not.

Come in.

Sarge, you got a minute?

Several, I should think, Rowan.

Right, Mr. Cowley, if
you leave these with me,

I give you my word I shall waste
no time at all in looking at them.

Right.

Eileen, is Nick in?

Over at Ashfordly with Mrs. Wakefield.

Can I use your phone?

Of course you can.

Well, well, well.

Non-stick Terry Tinniswood, eh, Rowan?

Yeah, I thought he'd retired, Sarge,
after that wrongful conviction which

cost a couple of years back.

Bad habits of a lifetime.

Maggie on the phone for you, Nick.

Sounds urgent.

Hey, Bellamy, don't go.

Got a job for you.

Start drumming up
bodies for an identity

parade for our old
chum, Terry Tinniswood.

Right, Sarge.

Mrs. Wakefield,
would you mind coming

in again and attending
an identity parade?

No, of course not.

Thank you.

Mrs. Wakefield, the hospital have
been trying to get in touch with you.

They'd like you up there straight away.

I'm so sorry, Miriam.

Well, old devil, what
was he doing having

a go anyway with
his heart condition?

He was a bit of a w*r
hero, apparently, Sarge.

Passion down, have some.

I want Tinniswood picking
up and bringing in here now.

Right, Sarge.

Yeah?

Is Terry in?

Why?

What are you lot trying to fit
him up with this time, then?

You don't want to discuss
this in the street, do you, Rosie?

Hello, Terry.

We'd like a word.

What about?

We're not in front of the little one.

Hey, git.

Where were you
last night between the

hours of... You were
with me, weren't I?

If you wouldn't mind, Rosie,
letting him answer for himself.

I do mind.

But not as much as I mind
you lot coming around here

chucking your wild accusations around.

Last night, where were you, Tinniswood?

Well, like she says, I was here with her.

Why do you want to know?

Because at that time, a house
in Aidensfield was broke into.

So?

So we have a witness who
claims she saw you there.

Not me.

There was also a struggle in the course

of which the householder,
Arthur Wakefield, collapsed.

He died two hours ago.

Look, I'm telling you,
he knows not about it.

Well, then he won't
mind coming down the

station and answering
a couple of questions.

You're at it again, aren't you?

Trying to pin something on him
he never had nothing to do with.

It was me that got him out of
prison last time, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Well, he should never
have been in first place,

seeing he wasn't even rotten well guilty.

Get your coat.

You.

Coming around people's houses,
dragging their husbands off.

It's deliberate harassment.

You are a hair on his head,
and I'll have the pair of you.

Call this law, or you'll
be dying for this, Rowan.

You couldn't wait, could you?

Well, what are you all staring at, then?

Did you manage to get a
gander at them, then, Claude?

No, not yet.

I'm trying to pick the right moment.

I hope that picks it soon.

But withering's sure be over.

Not this will make much
difference, mind you.

Whatever they're like, they're
bound to be bonnier than ours.

They always are.

You aren't half a flaming pessimist, you.

That's always been your trouble, Tweeny.

Even the day w*r
broke out, you said, why

don't we give in before
somebody gets it?

March to the sound of the g*ns,
that's what they told me in the army.

And which army were that, then, Claude?

The land army.

Recognize it, do you, Terry?

No.

Never seen it before in your life, eh?

Look, I told you I'd Jack that game in.

It was no game to Arthur
Wakefield, though, was it?

In fact, one way or another, it
wasn't really your night, was it, Terry?

First you go and leave something,

then the old man ends up
having a heart attack on you.

Cracking up, are we?

That last stint inside get to you, did it?

Something I didn't even do, right?

Maybe you did, and maybe you didn't.

But this time, an old man is dead.

And they're going to hold
you personally responsible.

So when they lock you up this time,
they're going to throw away the key.

Look, how many more times?

It wasn't me, I tell you.

It wasn't.

Nick.

Hello, Mrs. Wakefield.

Are you sure you feel up to it?

Of course I feel up to it.

What else have I got
to do with my life now?

Blackbird singing in the dead of night,

take these broken wings
and learn to fly all your life.

You were only waiting
for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night,

take these sunken eyes
and learn to see all your life.

You were only waiting
for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly.

Blackbird fly.

Into the light of the dark...

B-A.

All right, all right, that's enough.

Where do you think you are?

Oh, Sergeant Blaketon.

Long time, no see.

Not long enough for me, Sugden.

I suppose you've got him in
the back somewhere hanging up

by his thumbs, have you, Sergeant?

Unfortunately, it's him for
servicing this week, our rack.

Only before you do
anything really unwise,

like charging him with
the alleged offense,

can I suggest you listen to
what this lady has to say first?

Could save us all a lot of
time and paperwork, I'd say.

Right then, Eddie,
tell us about last night.

Well, our Julia puked up all over her bed.

And tell the Sergeant what
time this would have been.

About midnight.

Oh, and how come you know that, Eddie?

Because I looked at the clock.

Now, you and your sister Julia
here share a bedroom, do you?

Yeah.

Yeah, we all sleep in the same bed.

So when your sister was
sick, what did you do?

I wakened my mom and my dad up.

Oh, and where were they?

In bed.

And you can remember
this as well, can you, Julie?

I think it was those fish paste
sandwiches my dad got us.

Oh, more than likely.

And then what happened?

We all come downstairs.

Go on.

And my mom went mad, because
it was the only sheet she had, like.

But my dad wrapped me in this
blanket and sat me on his knee.

And how long did he stay
there with you on his knee, then?

All night, I think.

Because it was morning when I
woke up, and I was still on his knee.

And when it was morning, what happened?

My dad said he hadn't fit to go to school.

So my mom sent a note in with our Eddie.

Oh, and by the way, if you
care to check with the teacher

concerned, Sergeant, she will confirm

that she did receive a
note to that effect from Mrs.

Tinnerswood.

So what do you think?

So Tinnerswood just gets away with it?

Unless we can come up with
something stronger, we can't charge him.

If Miriam Wakefield can
positively identify him.

Yeah, but it's her word against his wife's.

And it's still not that simple.

How do you mean?

Well, three years ago, he was sent
down for a crime he didn't commit.

He'd been fitted up by my predecessor.

I was the one who found out.

Bet that made you popular.

Yeah, well, even if Blaketon
was prepared to take

his chances in
court, there's no way

division would, not
without a cast iron case.

So how's Miriam taking the news?

I'm glad you think.

- Goalie, goalie, goalie, goalie, watch.

- Everybody's behaving
themselves, are they?

- They are.

Apart from the multiple stabbing
we've just had in the snug.

- Very comical, I'm sure.

Oh, and I'll pop back
later before I go off duty.

Just about closing time.

- Dib, dib, dib.

- How come Scotland Yard
never snapped up Hector Cowley?

♪ I could be handy mending a fuse ♪

♪ When your lights have gone ♪

♪ You can knit a sweater by the fireside ♪

♪ Sunday mornings go full ride ♪

♪ Doing the garden, digging the weeds ♪

♪ Who could ask for more ♪

♪ Will you still need me ♪

♪ Will you still feed me ♪

♪ When I'm ♪

- Rosie!

- What?

- Come here a minute, will ya?

What's her game, do you think?

- I don't know.

Let's go and ask her.

- No.

- Why not?

- Well, maybe she's gone a bit, you know.

Just leave her be for now, all right?

- What do you see there, Constable Rowan?

- Gooseberries.

- Legends.

Am I right, auntie?

- Usually, dear, yes.

- So somebody tried to pinch her.

- Sabotage!

- Well, to stop me.

- Do up.

- For years now, Hector's
Gooseberries have been getting first prize

at the Aidensfield show, and it
does generate quite a lot of ill feeling

amongst the local exhibitors.

I mean, not least possibly
because Hector does,

well, take such obvious
pride in his triumphs.

- So you reckon one of
them did it, do you, Hector?

- I have my suspicions.

- Oh, would you like to share
your suspicions with me?

- As we say in the force,
inquiries are continuing.

- All right, well, I'll leave
it with you then, Hector.

Ring Sergeant Blayton
when inquiries are complete.

- Mrs. Cowley?

- Bye.

- I thought you said you knew who it was?

- Oh, well, I do, my love.

- Well, then why didn't you tell him?

- Why, indeed, Anthea.

But then you know me,
I do sometimes move

in mysterious ways,
my wonders to perform.

- I thought that was only God.

- Him too, I shouldn't wonder, Anthea.

Him too.

Look, I'll see you down
at the pub later, okay?

- Right.

- So what's the verdict then, Claude?

- As big as hand grenades and juicy weight.

- There's no way out of them
scrawny gooseberries of ours,

or yours will stand a
chance against Cowley's.

- Really?

- If they're as big as you say you are.

- I wouldn't put me house on it.

- Is it right you deliver anywhere, is it?

Lovely.

- Oh, gagging for this.

Well, now what's wrong with you?

Right.

- Something we can
do for you, is there, love?

I said, is there something
we can do for you, love?

Are you just deaf, daft, or what?

- Leave it, will you?

- I won't leave it, no.

- You got a problem?

- Well, we didn't 'til she got here.

- Why, what's she done?

- She's driving us mad,
that's what she's doing.

I'd say she was a couple of
bags short of a load, meself.

- You do realise she's
just lost her husband?

- Oh, yeah, I'm sure
I'm very sorry for her.

But it don't mean
to say we have to put

up with her following
us everywhere we go.

- Just leave it, Rosie.

Come on, let's go.

- Why should we leave
just 'cause of this nutcase?

- Because apart from anything
else, I'm asking you to, that's why.

- But we haven't done out.

- You're causing a disturbance.

Come on out, the pair of you.

- Oh, yeah?

And you're gonna make me, are you?

- Oh, for crying out loud, come on.

- Oh, very!

- Are you all right, Mrs. Wakefield?

- Yes, thank you, George.

I want something done about her, now.

- Who?

- Mrs. Wakefield.

- You'd best come in.

- Right then.

What seems to be the trouble, Rosie?

- Well, the trouble is, love, is
that everywhere we go, she goes.

And she just stands there staring,
outside the house, down pub round shops.

And I want something done about it, now.

Because if you don't, I will.

- Well, it's not something I'd advise
taking the law into your own hands.

- Yeah, well, isn't that what she's doing?

I mean, I call it deliberate harassment.

- Oh, I see, so there's
this old lady on the loose,

who's harassing an ex-con
of how old you're, Terry?

- Oh, I see.

Finding all this a bit of a laugh, are you?

- No, I'm not laughing, Rosie.

Not since Arthur Wakefield died.

- So you're not prepared to
do anything about it, right?

- I'll have a word with her.

- Well, you see, you do, love.

Because if you don't, I will.

- You must know why we're here, Miriam.

- Yes, I suppose I might.

But I don't see what
business it is of yours.

- We've had a complaint about you,
Mrs. Wakefield, from the Tinniswoods.

- Am I right in thinking that
I haven't broken any law?

- Well, that's not really the point, is it?

- Then what is the point?

- Miriam, the person you're
really hurting is yourself.

You're destroying your own life.

- My life is already destroyed.

My husband was my life.

And the person who destroyed him is
walking the streets of this village now.

And that's not a
blind thing you or

anybody else seems
prepared to do about it.

- No, that's not true, Mrs. Wakefield.

- That's how it seems to me.

- Now look.

- No, I don't want to look, thank you.

I've already looked and
I don't like what I see.

It seems to me these
days that the only people

who are shown consideration
are the bad people,

the evil people, the people
who hurt other people.

So now, if I have broken
any law, then go on, arrest me.

If not, I'm asking you both to
go away and leave me in peace.

- You're standing up.

Aren't you?

So it's beans with everything
from now on, is it, Eileen?

- Not these beans.

I'm entering them for
the show this afternoon.

- You gonna teach the locals how it's done?

- Well, if I do, I'll have a
friend of yours to thank, really.

- And which friend would that be then?

- Well, Mr. Greengrass.

Him and that special fertilizer of his.

- I can think of many ways to
describe Claude Greengrass.

A friend of mine
definitely isn't one of them.

- Now then, got a bit
of a rush on, have you?

- It's all go here, Mr. Greengrass.

- Oh, I can see that.

You couldn't give me home with
bags of nutty slack, could you?

- You what?

- You're all right.

I was just checking to see
if you were still breathing.

- You had me going then, Mr. Greengrass.

- Did I?

I'm expecting your parcel on the .

It'll be a lot fragile, so don't
forget to handle it with care.

- You can trust me.

You know that, Mr. Greengrass.

- Yeah.

- What are you up to, Hector?

You're up to something, I know you are.

I always do.

- All in good time, Anthea.

All in good time.

Oh, and be careful
not to put any tram

lines in those trousers,
won't you, dear?

- I do my poor pathetic best not to, dear.

I guess you'd rather do them yourself.

- Oh, no point in having a wife
and barking yourself, is there now?

- Anthea!

- Oh, dear.

- Hey, Dad, you taking us to the show?

- I don't think so.

- Oh, that's not fair, Mum.

- Oh, all right, I'll take you.

Go and fight Toblerone.

- Right, and why aren't you going?

It's 'cause of her, isn't it?

- She was there again yesterday, you know.

- Yesterday?

- When I went fishing.

- Should've chucked her in.

Many a man would've by now.

- Oh, don't worry, she has it to come.

- What to come?

- You'll see.

- Oh, God, you
stinker-dreach, you know that?

- What, this early?

Surely not, Rosie.

- We have to now.

- Ouch!

- All right, then.

- Oh, thank you.

- Now then.

Oh, that's not mine.

- No, sorry, Mr. Greengrass,
there's no for you.

- You're joking?

I mean, is it another train, then?

- No, not with that derailment at York.

- Derailment?

You never thought about
a derailment early on.

- No, did ya?

- You know you're dead, right?

I don't believe I did, did ya?

Mind you, it hadn't happened, then.

- Well, don't just stand
there like a sparing.

Get on the blower, find
out what's happened to it.

Tell 'em it's a matter of life and death.

- Life and death?

- Ah, yours.

- You said you'd have a word with her.

- I did.

- Well, then she obviously
weren't listening, were she?

'Cause she's still at it and
has been for the past few days.

I mean, everywhere we've
been, she's been staring

and now there's gonna
be hell to pay, ain't there?

I mean, if she's
set out to drive him

out of his mind, she's
finally managed it.

That last time he came out of
prison, he just weren't the same fella.

His nerves are shot to pieces.

And now he's out
there looking for her and

God knows what'll
happen if he finds her.

I mean, don't you think
I've enough on me plate

with three kids without having
to worry about all this as well?

- Where's Terry gone?

- Well, that's what I'm trying to tell ya.

I don't flaming well know.

- Testing, testing.

One, two, three, four.

Testing.

Mary had a little son.

Testing.

Oh, oh dear.

I'm awfully sorry, ladies and gentlemen.

Now, can you all hear me?

If you would care at
some time in the afternoon

to make your way
to the exhibitors tent,

you will find all the
fruits and vegetables

that have been grown in
the gardens of the community

and indeed the fruits of the kitchen,

the pies and cakes which
have been made by the ladies.

Anytime this afternoon.

Thank you.

- All right, Nick?

- Terry Tinniswood
hasn't been here, has he?

- I haven't seen him since I
kicked him out the other day.

Why, what's he done now?

- It's what he might do, George.

- Aye.

- He knows responsible for
this outrage, don't you, Anthea?

- Who?

- That old recidivist, Greengrass.

- You don't know that, Hector.

- Well, why else
do you think he was

messing about in our
garden the other night?

- Well, what I can't
understand is why

you didn't tell Constable
Rowan about it.

- Because I was planning
on arresting him myself

when I was on duty at
the shore today, that's why.

Would have been the icing
on the cake, would that?

Nicking the old rogue
for malicious damage

right there in front
of all his cronies.

- Oh, I see.

- And if nothing
else, there's still that

satisfaction to look
forward to, eh, Anthea?

I'll dib, dib him.

- What this country wants
is a flaming Mussolini.

- Mussolini?

- He'd get the rotten
trains running on time.

Give us two scotches and a pint, George.

- Oh, yes.

Thank you.

- Well, there's still no sign of him, then.

- No, there's no sign of either of them.

- Excuse me.

- Now then, Cowley,
shouldn't you be

at the car park playing
traffic policeman?

- I'm about to
make an arrest and

would like some
support, if you don't mind.

- Is he serious?

- Cheeky thing.

- Sabotage.

You don't like to hear that.

You don't take no prisoners, do you?

You are?

It weren't me that did it.

- There he is.

- So it's been the same.

Scout musters.

I've had it before you start.

I'm having him for runcruel arrest.

I've never touched his flaming goosegum.

- Why, Mr. Cowley, if you and
your good lady will leave us,

I think we can handle
this ourselves from now on.

That'll be all, Cowley.

- That's the way to do it, eh, auntie?

- Is it, Hector?

- I say.

- But it's two days
since you found that

kerchief, so why did
you tell Sergeant...

Blaketon.

Blaketon that you found it this
morning by the gooseberry bushes?

- Let me just explain something
to you about police work,

auntie, or something that won't
be that obvious to you as a civilian.

There are times when
you know someone's

guilty, but you just
can't prove it, right?

- Right.

- Which is when, if
justice is to be done,

a bit of creative
thinking is called for.

- Oh, Stan, will you shut up moaning?

I'm sick of you lot.

You said you wanted to come to the fay.

I brought...

- No, no, no, you're
doing it all wrong, lad.

Give it here.

Go on. - Dad.

- Point it and sh**t.

Go on.

That's it.

- Oh.

- Once sniffed, never forgotten.

This is yours, Greengrass.

And it was found only this morning in
a place where you were probably born,

under a gooseberry bush.

- Ah, it couldn't have been.

I lost it last week.

- So where did you lose it?

- If I'd known that, it wouldn't
have been lost, would it?

- Excuse me, Sergeant.

Could I say something, please?

It wasn't Mr. Greengrass who
sabotaged the gooseberries.

It was me.

- You, Mrs. Cowley?

- Yes.

- Yeah, put another in.

Come on, put another in.

That's it.

Well, well, well.

Mrs. Wakefield.

- Stop it.

- I've been looking for you all day.

- Let's go, let's go.

- Oh, Terry, don't.

- Well, you just shot
at Rosie for once, right?

- Quickly, there's trouble
at the sh**ting gallery.

- I tried to warn you off, right?

I tried, the wife tried, but you
just wouldn't listen, would you?

You just kept going on and on and on.

It weren't my fault what
happened to your husband.

It really weren't.

- Johnny, Terry.

- Get off me.

- Look out, look out.

- Terry.

- What, to this wood?

You're nicked.

- Get rid of her.

Start her, then.

- Let's get Mrs. Wakefield.

- Terry, get on to Sugden Rosie.

- Why are they taking me, Dad, Mum?

- Who cares?

- We'll be taking this for the cow.

- I just can't believe you
do this to me out here.

I just can't believe you do it.

- Because I can't believe you
would purge yourself like that, Hector.

I mean, heaven knows I've put up
with a lot from you over the years.

You're never ending up,
you've nipped on everything.

Posturing.

- Posturing?

- You'll strut
around the village in

that silly uniform
like you was wired up.

- That's what you did to my
gooseberries that I'm on about.

- I did it because I am sick
of your gooseberries, dear.

Sick.

- And right on cue to accept her prize
for an outstanding upside down cake

whenever you're ready, Mrs. Carney.

- And do you know what
else I'm sick of, Hector?

I mean, really.

I am sick of playing gooseberry
to your Pygmalion gooseberry.

Thank you.

Oh, sorry.

Thank you.

- Very nice.

- Rosie!

Rosie!

What are you doing?

- I'm going to my mum's.

- But you'll be there for me in court
on Monday, though, won't you, Rosie?

I really need you to be there.

- I've had enough, Terry.

I can't take anymore.

It's finished.

- Go on.

- What will happen to him?

- Well, that's up to the magistrates.

As far as you're concerned,
that's the end of it.

All right?

- All right.

Promise?

- Well, I'll see myself out.

♪ Blackbird singing in the dead of night ♪

♪ Take these broken
wings and learn to fly ♪

♪ All your life ♪

♪ You were only waiting
for this moment to arise ♪

- What about my dad, Mum?

- What about him?

- You can't just leave him on his own.

You know he hates being on his own.

♪ All your life ♪

- Sandy!

Sandy, come back here!

♪ To be free ♪

♪ Blackbird fly ♪

♪ Blackbird fly ♪

♪ Into the light of the dark black night ♪

- Dad?

Dad?

♪ Blackbird fly ♪

- Dad?

♪ Blackbird fly ♪

♪ Into the light of the dark black night ♪

♪ Blackbird singing in the dead of night ♪

♪ Take these broken
wings and learn to fly ♪

♪ All your life ♪

♪ You were only waiting
for this moment to arise ♪

♪ You were only waiting
for this moment to arise ♪

♪ You were only waiting
for this moment to arise ♪

♪ You were only waiting
for this moment to arise ♪

- Ta-da!

- You didn't.

- I did.

- Well, well done you.

- Thank you.

- Where are you gonna put it?

- Um, over here, I think.

- I'm gonna head to Cali.

- Please, it's my dad.

You've got to go quick.

- What are they talking about?

- They are coppers.

- Coppers?

Perjurers?

Stitch anybody up.

I'm making a complaint here now.

One more word and I
swear I'll throttle him.

Save your breath.

- Excuse me, Lord.

Excuse me, Lord, can you come through?

These gentlemen have got an interest.

Excuse me, excuse me.

- Thank you.

- For the moment we've
all been waiting for.

The fruit section.

- Mr. Greengrass.

Mr. Greengrass, your parcel's come.

It's here, look.

- No, it won't be mine, that.

- No, it is.

Look, look, it's marked,
"From the Garden of England."

He must have been in that derailment
'cause he's all got all bushed up.

And look, he's full of goose gums.

They aren't half big 'uns.

- I'm gonna make some jam.

- Oh, why?

- Dad!

- Stay there, Sandy.

Stay there.

It's all right, Terry.

Call an ambulance.

- I already have.

Now, if you'd hold his
wrist up for me, please.

- What happened?

- He tried to make me feel guilty
for what he'd just done to himself.

All I was ever looking for
was justice and vengeance.

- When you get to my age, you have
to use whatever weapons you've got.

Not that many, usually.

So, is he going to be all right?

- Yeah, yeah, thanks to Mrs. Wakefield.

- That poor woman.

- These the famous trophy winners, then?

- They're the ones.

All right?

- Yeah, terrific.

So, what was in that stuff
that Greengrass sold you, then?

- Don't ask.

♪ Heartbeat, why do you
miss when my baby kisses me ♪

♪ Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory ♪

♪ Stay in my memory ♪