07x05 - Leaving Home

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

MUSIC: 'Fire' by Arthur Brown

♪ I'll take you to burn

♪ Fire

♪ I'll take you to learn

♪ You're gonna burn

♪ You're gonna burn

♪ You're gonna burn

♪ Burn, burn, burn, burn

♪ Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn

♪ Burn, burn

♪ Fire

♪ I'll take you to burn

♪ Fire

♪ I'll take you to learn

♪ Fire ♪

PHONE RINGING



- KATIE: Aidensfield Police?

- Katie, I've told you!

Sorry about that.

Rowan! I won't comment on the obvious. I haven't got time.

'Just get yourself up to the Aidensfield Road.'

Keep a look out for a grey van.

Registration Juliet Tango November one zero one.

A tobacco wholesalers in Malton has just been raided.

Looks like the villains are headed our way.

Now, Ventress and Bellamy are covering the Whitby Road.

Right, Sarge.

'And be careful. They left a young clerk with a fractured skull.'

On my way, Sarge.

You! You'll get me in trouble with my sergeant! Come on.



- Ah! Lovely day.

- Aye, it is.

Right. All set?



- You go.

- Oh. You're not coming?

Hey, we can go to that wee tea shop. Make pigs of ourselves, eh?

You go. You can do some painting.

I don't have to.

Would you rather go to Whitby? Have a walk up to the Abbey?

Look. You go and have a nice walk. I might go later.

OK. Just remember to stay out of people's way.



- They've got work to do, yeah?

- I will!

The idea for us coming away like this

was for me to get to know her a bit better.

It looks like you're doing that (!)

She misses her mum.

We both do.

It's only natural.

A walk will do you good. And she'll be no trouble.

It's nice to have a lass around the place instead of hulking great men!

Right.

MUSIC: 'Tired of Waiting For You' by The Kinks

♪ So tired

♪ Tired of waiting

♪ Tired of waiting for you ♪



- What's up?

- Are they waiting for us?



- Could be. Turn round.

- What?

I know a back road, Aidensfield way.

It's a doddle, you said! You promised!



- You say summat?

- Nowt, Ned. Nowt.

♪ I was a lonely soul

♪ I had nobody til I met you

♪ But you, keeping me waiting

♪ All of the time

♪ What can I do?

Is that one from Canada?

Aye. Thick 'un, and all.

She must have plenty to tell you.

♪ Do what you like

♪ But please don't keep

-a me waiting

♪ Cos I'm so tired

♪ Tired of waiting, tired of... ♪

Are you going after your dad, love?

Erm, yeah.



- He's gone up Keller Moor, I think.

- Right. Thanks.

I got you a packed lunch inside. Come and get it.

There's another 'un. What we gonna do?

Turn off. Quick!

You said they won't be checking back roads.

Another smart remark like that and you'll regret it. Now keep going!



- But what if...

- Just do it!

MUSIC: 'The Look of Love' by Dusty Springfield

♪ Of love

♪ Is in your eyes

♪ The look

♪ Your heart can't disguise

♪ The look of love

♪ Is saying so much more

♪ Than just words could ever say

♪ And what my heart has heard

♪ Well, it takes my breath away

Is that how they do it in Liverpool, then?

What?

Throw stones at lads to pick 'em up.

I wasn't trying to pick you up.

Oh, right! I was going to say,

that's how we do it round here, and all.

You don't!

Aye, it's right! Saves a lot of stupid, pointless conversation.

"My mate fancies you," and all that. You just... hurl a rock!



- You're daft, you!

- Aye.



- You're not out wi' your dad today?

- No. Boring.

What are you doing?

Finishing this, then going to work on t'cottage.



- Cottage?

- Aye, yeah.

It's an old place up there. I'm doing it up to live in.

Great!



- Fancy coming and having a look?

- Yeah.

SINGING AND SHOUTING

Dad!

Mrs Watkins said you'd phoned.



- I need your help, Jo.

- Why? What's happened?

They want her in hospital for tests. Just for a couple of days.

She won't go. She absolutely refuses.



- Well, tests for what?

- I don't know!

She went to see the neurologist.

He said it's the only way to sort things out.

And she said she won't?

We can't go on like this! I just can't cope.

You'll have to persuade her, please. She'd listen to you.



- I doubt it.

- She would!

You wouldn't say that if you heard her last time I was home.

Please.

All right. I'll come over straight after school.

Who is this mate of yours, anyway?

He's not a mate of mine, it's just somewhere to hole up

till the police think we've passed them.

Can we trust him, Ned?

LAUGHS

Hello, Claude. Long time no see.

I heard you were out.

Yeah, they don't keep you in forever, even for GBH.

What are you doing these days?

Still profiting from the Ashfordly Estate?

I can get the odd bird or two, if you want any.

Oh, that'd be nice!



- Ten quid do you for a brace?

- Ten quid?

Yeah. And we'll wait while you pluck 'em for us.

Hang on. Wha... What are you up to?

We've got to stick this van away. In there, perhaps.

Look, I'd like to help you, Ned.



- That's all right, then!

- You can't. There's no room!

Have you got something in there you don't want us to see?

Don't talk daft!

Oh, aye!

It's... It's only wine. I make my own.

Oh, well! Reckon we could manage a glass or two of that.

You can stick the van round the back of the barn.

Take that tarpaulin. Keep it hidden from prying eyes.

If you've been up to summat, I couldn't stand the aggravation.

I'll make it quid. And you can keep the bird.



- It's burnt out, Sarge.

- 'Did anyone see anything?'

Jim Metcalfe, who farms up the road, saw smoke,

but by the time he got here, there was no

-one about.

They must have had another van handy for the switchover.

'See if anyone has spotted a strange vehicle in the area.'

NICK: Yeah, will do, Sarge.

It's lovely!

Not yet, it isn't. But it will be.

Don't you like living in the farmhouse?

I'd rather have a place of my own.

Wish I could!

You get on with your dad, don't you?

He's OK. But it's been awful, since my mum died.

He never leaves me alone. "Where are you going?"

'When will you be back? Have you done your homework?'

Aye, well, that's parents for you.

Do you want to give me a hand with the rest of the stuff?

Yeah.

MOTOR ENGINE

GREENGRASS: Hey! It's the village bobby.



- You'd better get lost.

- What are you going to say?

Shut up! Get rid of him.

All right, but I want you two out of it the minute he's gone.

Now then, Nick.

Afternoon, Claude. You been on Birley Moor, the last day or so?

No. Why?

Someone set light to a van up there.

Well, what are you doing here? It's got nowt to do with me.

I didn't say it had. But we know the van was used in a robbery.

Looks like they switched vehicles up there.

I haven't been anywhere near there.



- All right, fair enough.

- What... what were taken?

Cigarettes from a warehouse.

They left someone with a fractured skull.

See you, then.

MOTORBIKE STARTS UP

I'm not changing my mind for you or anyone else.

And don't say you weren't sent round, because I know your father.

But, Mum...

I'm not listening! I've been to Dr Macmillan,

I've been to the optician and I've been to this neurologist chap.

I'm not wasting any more time.

But if you'd just go and have the tests...

I don't need tests! I'm better. Much better.

The headaches have gone?

More or less.

Back in a minute.

Mum, are you sure?

The other thing about going into hospital...

Is what?

If the tests find nothing,

they might think it's all in my mind!

They might think...

Well, I wouldn't want them to think it was mental.

You know, put me on tranquillisers or something!



- Mum!

- Well, you can laugh!

I get quite scared about it, sometimes.

I'm different from you, Jo. I'm more highly strung.

Oh, I see. I'm a pudding, I suppose.

No. You're like your father's side of the family. Sensible.

I don't know, perhaps I am going mad.

Mum. You're not going mad.

You're just frightened because you don't know what's wrong.

That's why you've got to have the tests.

Whatever they do or don't find, it's better than not knowing.

FOOTSTEPS

JO: I think she's coming round to the hospital idea, Dad.

Am I?

Yes! You and I are not that different, Mum.

You can be quite sensible too.

Yes and you, my girl, are about as stubborn as your mother.

So you'll go?

Only if it'll stop the two of you fussing over me any longer!

And you can stop smiling!

Quite like old times, the two of you in cahoots,

getting round me.

I didn't want any part of this!

You want to go easy with that stuff.

Yeah(!) You said it were gonna be easy!

All we had to do was get through the warehouse doors into the van,

drive it away and we're laughing.

When are you going to stop carping?

You must have known somebody would be there.

Yeah, but he shouldn't have been a hero.

And you just happened to have that tyre lever, eh?

Why did I ever listen to you?

Need a light, Claude?

No! I need my head examining! I knew there'd be something.

I should have turned you in to that copper.

But you didn't, so you're in it as deep as we are.

Don't start that game! This has got nowt to do with me.

We're waiting here till it's dark.

All right, so long as you get going then.

I'm pleased you agree with me, Claude.

I'd hate to cause you pain when you've been so hospitable.

Here you are, then!

You'll get a bob or two for those. Pay for our keep.

Did you go far today?

No, just up onto the moors. Did a spot of painting.

I saw your picture. You've got a talent for it.

Application, more like. I've been doing it since I was a lad.

You certainly get the views for it round here.

Mm, it's one of the reasons I came. Where I was today...

Oh! It was just exactly the same as last time I was here.

When was that?

Last year of the w*r. I was billeted in the village.

Really?

I was away driving an ambulance, then, in York.

My sister was here, though.



- You could have met her.

- Aye! What was her name?

Ruth Philpott.

Yes! Yes, I think I met her.



- Where is she now?

- Vancouver.

She married a Canadian airman after the w*r.

Did Cathy catch up with you, this morning?

No. Probably didn't try too hard.

Does your... Does your son Stephen have a girlfriend?

Nobody special.

Cathy's not shown any interest in boys yet.

Finding your way around OK?

Yeah. Nothing much seems to have changed since I was last here.

Oh, aye?

Twenty years is no time round here.

Good job it's just a salad. It'll keep for her.

Does your dad let you out at night?

Of course.

Where do you go?

Usually the pictures, bowling. There's a g*ng of us.

Bet he doesn't let you have boyfriends, does he?

He doesn't know everything.

Oh!

WHINING

I thought you said you were going when it got dark.

I didn't know stupid here was going to get legless.

It's empty, is this!

Come on, you're not much of a host, are you?

You've had enough!

All right, all right.

Er, Claude, where's the, erm...

You're not going to be sick, are you?

Uh

-uh. No, I'm fine.



- Absolutely fine.

- It's outside, in the yard.

Right, cheers.

What do you put in that stuff?

It's pretty potent. I stick in half a bottle of vodka

to give it a bit of a gee up.

No wonder he can hardly stand, let alone drive!

Well, why don't you drive?



- None of your business!

- I bet you can't, can you?

Why don't you shut up?

CRASH AND YELL

YELLING

What are you playing at, screaming and shouting like that?

Get it off my foot! It collapsed!

It's knackered, like everything else here!



- Hey, this is heavy!

- I know!

Oh, shut up, will you? Let me help.

What were you doing, mucking about in here anyway?

Trying to get that double X stuff.



- Serves you right, then.

- I think I've bust it!

I don't believe this. This is your fault, Claude!

What are you talking about? I didn't want you here in the first place!

There's no way he can drive with that foot.

I knew summat was gonna happen! I must be out of my tiny mind.

I've checked all around. They're not here.



- You last saw her this afternoon?

- Aye. She were up at t'cottage.



- Which cottage?

- The one Stephen's doing up.

Don't worry, Mr Thompson. She'll come to no harm with him.

If they're spending the entire day together...

I'll go up and see if they're still there.

He's no flaming right to take her to his cottage. She's only a child.



- How was she?

- Scared of going into hospital.

No, I meant with you.

Better than last time.

Well, good.

Actually... quite nice, in fact.

But we didn't talk about weddings.



- Ah, well, she'll come round.

- I don't know.

Well, she'd better!

Or I'll have to kidnap you and take you to Gretna Green.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Hello, yes. I'm sorry to bother you.

It's my daughter. She's gone missing.

I'll be glad when I get away to university.

I'll have a place of my own, like you.

I'm going abroad.

You? Leave the farm?

I thought you'd live there forever.

Bring up lots of rosy

-cheeked children.



- No. I want to go to Canada.

- Canada?

Yeah. Just for a holiday, at first.

But, if I like it, I might stay.

Sounds exciting!

Yeah, well. I just want to do summat with my life,

instead of spending it hanging round t'farm.

What are you going to do?

Depends.

I could get married and still go to university if I want.

There are plenty of ways of stopping babies happening, you know.

You know, I pity the bloke who takes you on.

He's not going to know what's hit him.

Don't laugh at me. I thought I could talk to you.

I'm not! You can.

I've never talked to anyone like you. I love it.

Do you? Really?

I'm going to miss you next week.

We best be getting back. It's getting late.



- I don't care.

- I do. It's milking at six.

I've been to t'cottage. There's no sign of 'em.



- You're sure they're together? ― CLIVE: Yes.



- We can't be sure.

- Bill last saw them this afternoon.

But they have been spending a lot of time together.

Any idea where Stephen might be if he's not with Cathy?

You're not telling me it's a coincidence they're both missing!

CAR ENGINE

I'm just trying to find out where they might be.

Where on earth have you been? I've been worried sick!



- What have you been doing, lad?

- Nowt! Talking.

Nowt!

What's the matter with you? I'm old enough to go out on my own.

We'll be leaving first thing in the morning.



- Come on, you two. Wakey

-wakey!

- What is it?

I brought you some tea. Sup it and hop it.



- What time is it?

- It's time you were gone!

GROANS

What's up now?

Well, it's my foot! Look at it.

I need a flipping doctor!

Here we are, then.

Oh... But I asked for a room on my own!

Mum! Well, she did ask for one.

You're only in for tests, dear.

Single rooms are reserved for our seriously ill patients.

Why don't you pop your nightie on and get yourself into bed?

I suppose he asked for some money back?

No. He's paid for t'week.

Lot of fuss about nowt.

Maybe. But I think it's all for t'best.

No need to spoil their holiday!

Stephen and the lass, they were getting a bit close. It wouldn't do.

She's still at school.

Stephen's got a good head on his shoulders. He's responsible.

I know, I know. It's just...



- What?

- Oh, I don't know.

But I still think it's all for t'best.

Can't we stay?



- Please! I've said I'm sorry.

- No, I've made up my mind.

But nothing happened, Dad. Stephen's not like that.

Even if you think I am.

You shouldn't have gone off

and stayed out so late without asking me.

You'd have said no!

That's worse! Now I can't trust you.

What difference will going home make?

Do you think we can stay here, after last night?

Cathy, I called the police out to look for you!

Dad, I've said I'm sorry. I don't see why we have to leave.

Just be ready to go in half an hour.

I dare say I'll have to sit here all day, waiting.

The houseman's on his way down. Sister just said so.

Houseman! Some

-year

-old youth.

I knew it would be like this, Jo.

Mum, calm down. Relax.

How can I?

Yes, yes, you go. I'll be all right.

No, Mrs Watkins isn't expecting me back till dinner break.



- Nick sends his love, by the way.

- How kind of him (!)

It's the modern way, I suppose, sending "love" to strangers.

In my day, love was just between members of a family.

Well, he will be soon. He'll be your son

-in

-law.

Take my cup away, would you?

It's made me feel sick.

Nothing you say will make me change my mind, Jo.

I will never approve of Nick. Never.

Do you have sandwiches today, Ventress?



- Er, yes, Sarge.

- Right, give 'em here.

Now, can any of you fine forensic minds identify these?

Tobacco?

Mice, Ventress.



- And you know what attracts mice?

- Lady mice?

Food, Bellamy.

These are going in the outside bin.

How do we stand with this cigarette business?

Metcalfe saw a blue van in Birley Wood yesterday,

but it's not there now.

You and Bellamy take a look.



- Has he any idea when it was moved?

- No, Sarge.

None of us saw a blue van go through the roadblocks.

So it might still be on our patch.

Ventress, you start checking pubs, cafes and tobacconists,

and find out if there's anyone offering cheap cigarettes for sale.



- Who's this?

- Local nurse.



- What does she want?

- How do I know?

If I were clairvoyant, I wouldn't have been here when you arrived.

Hold onto him. I'll go and have a word.

What do you want?

I want a word with you, Claude.

Ted Shawcross almost collapsed with alcohol poisoning.

It was your home brew he was drinking.

NED: Arghh!



- What's wrong with him?

- He's hurt his foot.

I'd better take a look at him.



- When did this happen?

- Last night.

Last night? You should have gone to hospital!

That's where we're taking him.

That needs an X

-ray.

I'm on my way over there. Let's get you into the Land Rover.

Ah! Oh! This is the last job I do with you.

Stop your blather, idiot! I'm coming too.



- All right.

- Excuse me.

What's happening with the van?

You take that van to Mickey Jackson's cafe this afternoon.

What are you talking about? I'm not doing that!

The alternative's being in the next bed to Pete.

Er, are you coming, or not?

Yeah! Remember, I'm relying on you.

I wondered if you'd been offered any cheap cigarettes or cigars?

Oh, yes, I'm sure you would. Thanks anyway.



- Any joy?

- Er, not yet, Sarge, no.

We've had a breakthrough on the other problem, though.

We won't be needing a mechanical solution. Heathcliff!

MEOWS

We had a telex from Malton, Sarge,

asking for news on their tobacco thieves.

It says, and I'm quoting, "Is Oscar Blaketon losing his grip?"

I'll give 'em losing my grip! Never mind phoning people.

Get out on the streets, and question them face to face.

Oh, it's much quicker here, Sarge.

Quicker, maybe. More effective, no. The sight of a uniform

makes all the difference to getting the right answers.

And while you're about it, just get rid of that.

It's for your own good, Cath.

I know you think you're grown up, but you're still...

Well, you know.

You've got exams coming up. An important couple of years ahead.

I don't know whether I want to go to university any more.

Look... I know what it's like to meet somebody away from home,

like you and Stephen.

It's different, it's exciting.

The trouble is, every generation thinks they've invented the wheel.

Dad, I could talk to Stephen.

I've not talked to anyone like that... not in months.

This time next week, you won't even remember what he looked like.

Nick! Thank goodness I've caught you.



- I've got to go to the hospital.

- What's happened?

Dad rang half an hour ago. He wants me to go back.

Why?

I don't know, he just said she wasn't well.

He sounded so worried, Nick.

I'll follow on as soon as I can.

She's probably just got herself in a stew. You know what she's like.



- I'd better go.

- Drive carefully.

I love you.

STARTS ENGINE

That's torn it.

Do you fancy a cuppa?

No, thanks. Would you like me to make you one?

That's a nice idea. Yeah, thanks.



- Then I'll go over to Claire's.

- Ah.

If you don't mind.

No. No, on you go. Don't be too late back, eh?

I won't.

I thought we were mates, Alf.

How many times have I let you have a packet on tick just before pay

-day?

It's very much appreciated, Mickey.

I'm only doing my job, asking if you've been offered any cheap fags?

If you want to search the place, you're welcome!

That won't be necessary.

But just remember, those fags are so hot,

they'll probably light up themselves.

So if anyone approaches, remember who your mates are.

You've got a deal, Alf. Want some yourself, just now?

Er, no... ta.

I wanted to have a word about Claude Greengrass.



- What's he been up to?

- Selling home

-made wine again.

I warned him, but I think it might need something official.

I think we can manage that.

He's got some odd company. Two blokes.

One seems to be leaning on Claude. Rather heavily.



- They still there?

- No. I took them to hospital.

The other one crushed his foot.

Thanks, we'll look into it.

, fags, please, Mickey!

Or, more to the point, some cash.

Is this some kind of a joke?

No! You must have had them by now.

If this is a double

-cross...!

It's not you being double

-crossed.

If that old fossil thinks he can go into business by himself,

he's got another thing coming!

GREENGRASS: Yeah... yeah.

COUGHS

Could I speak to PC Ronan, please?

OSCAR: 'I'm sorry, PC Rowan is not here at the moment.'

Er, what about PC Ventress, please?

No. This is Sergeant Blaketon. Who is this?



- Erm... Er, nobody.

- Is that you, Greengrass?!

What? Er... No.

Hello there. Are you Claude Greengrass's mate?

Well... Not a mate, exactly.

If you're not a mate, what were you doing at Greengrass's place?

Someone told me he did a nice line in homemade wine.



- And who was that?

- I forget.

The same someone who brought you in?

I told you, I don't know what you mean.

Look, I had a bit too much to drink, then I hurt my foot.

There's nowt illegal in that!

He's got to be involved.

Well, there's no point taking him.

He's not exactly going anywhere.

See if you can find out who his mate is.

I promised Jo I'd go to York.



- OK.

- Yeah, and report back to Blaketon.

MEOWS

Alf?



- Are you there, Alf?

- What do you want?

What? Hey? Oh!

Nothing. I... I just wanted a word with PC Ventress.

I presume that's why you were whispering his name,

like a lovesick kid.

What? Ooh. Yeah, well...

It's not really important. I'll come back later.

You're not going anywhere, Greengrass!

Not till you tell me what exactly is going on.

It's Nick, Mum. Come to see how you are.

Hello, Mrs Weston. How are you feeling?

Don't do that!

Orange juice.

I want some orange juice.

NURSE: In a minute, dear.



- What happened?

- Dad was sitting with her.

Suddenly she got a terrible headache, then she was sick.

She may have had a cerebral haemorrhage.

We'll know more when Dr Bentley gets here.

Are you sure this is right, Sergeant?

Oh, yes. Now, inside.

You're positive you're only keeping me here

till you've checked that what I've told you is the truth?

Hey! You don't have to lock it, do you? I'm not going to run off.

In my car park is a stolen van, full of stolen cigarettes!

And you admit to being behind the wheel.

Well, of course I was, cos I drove it here, didn't I?

Voluntarily. I'm co

-operating!

Another way of putting it would be "confessing".

Now, sit down and shut up.

I'll stay in York overnight to help Jo.

Will you and Katie be all right?

Hold on. Jo!

Eileen would like a quick word.

Hello, Eileen.

The doctor's with her now.

Yes, it's been a terrible shock.

Look, I'd better go.

I will, the minute I know anything. Bye.

She's going to be all right, Dad. Honestly.

Yeah, they caught it in time.

She's dead.

Shall I leave you for a few minutes, Mr Weston?

There'll have to be a post

-mortem, I'm afraid.

We'll move Mrs Weston off the ward in a few minutes

and arrangements can be made for you to visit the Chapel of Rest.



- Thank you.

- I'm so sorry, dear. So very sorry.

I realise what time it is, Mr Eccles,

but Cathy said she was coming over to see Claire.

I wondered if she was on her way home yet.

What, not at all?

Has Claire spoken to Cathy?

Ah.

Thanks anyway. I'm sorry to have bothered you.

KNOCK AT DOOR



- Who is it?

- CATHY: Stephen, it's me.

Stephen...

Where is he?

Wherever he is, he'd better stay there!

When I find him I'm going to work 'im over.

Here, look at this!



- This stuff any good?

- Not for much longer!



- Morning, Sarge.

- Ah, Rowan.

I wondered if I could start my shift a bit later today?

I've been at the hospital all night with Jo.

Her mother... died.

Oh. Well, I am sorry.

GREENGRASS: Blaketon! How long am I expected to have to stop in here?

The stolen fags have surfaced. Greengrass has given himself up.

LOWING

Get up!

Get up! C'mon! C'mon!

Have you seen Cathy?

Your lass? No, not since you left.

She must have got here late last night.

We haven't seen her!

Where's that lad of yours? This is all his fault.

Now, just hang on a minute!

I'm not messing about, Mr Walker. Where is he?

KEY IN LOCK

Oh, thank goodness! This place is a health hazard. I'm allergic to cats!

That flaming thing of yours has been in here all night.

There is a way out of here, you know, Claude.

How's that?

Well, if you don't want the cigarettes,

I suggest you take them to the man who does.

I can't do that! Not now they know I've been in here.

If they find out, they'll m*rder me!

That's a chance we'll just have to take. Won't we?

Are you there?



- Are you Greengrass?

- Aye. I've got some stuff for you.



- Ned, he's 'ere!

- What the hell are you up to?



- Get off, you lunatic!

- 'Ey, 'ey, 'ey!

Get the fags out of the way!



- Then you can smack 'im.

- Claude! Give us a hand.

I've done my bit, bringing it here.

CAR ENGINE

You've set us up!

Erm, this isn't my van.



- Yeah. Come on. Come on!

- And you, Greengrass.

What are you talking about?



- (It's for your own good!)

- (Oh, I see what you mean.)

Where else could she be?

Plenty of places, if you ask me.



- Just what do you mean by that?

- Let's stop arguing.

No, I want to know what he meant.

I meant, she could be anywhere.

She could have gone to a friend

or she could have just run away to frighten you.

Then why is Stephen missing as well?

He's not missing! He could be anywhere on t'farm.

He always likes to make an early start.

He's got a life of his own.

He can do without being dragged into your daughter's daft games!

It might be a game to you, Walker,

but it happens to be my daughter we're talking about!

And it's my son, and I'm telling you,

there's no harm in the lad!

You were the one that were jumping about like a cat on hot bricks

every time they looked at each other.

No harm in them spending time together, if you ask me!



- Bill...

- Nay!

He comes here shouting t'odds about Stephen,

just because his precious lass has gone off without telling him!

There's only one place she would go and that is here,

because your precious son turned her head!

I've had enough of this. I want you off my land.

Not until I've found her.

She'll be up at that cottage he's working on!

She's not here, I keep telling you. Now, come on!

That's it, is it? You don't want me to find them, do you?



- What are you on about?

- You know!

I'll sort your son out for you!



- I'm calling t'police.

- He's off his head!

He's Stephen's father.



- You what?

- I'm sure of it.

He told me he met Ruth here during the w*r.

And you know that picture she gave us for Stephen,

it's just like the one he's been painting here!

When they told me that I were adopted...

They were worried I'd be hurt, feel rejected.

But I've always thought of Mary and Bill as me mum and dad.

They couldn't have kids of their own.

And my real mum, well, she knew that they'd love me,

and, er... that they'd bring me up right.

And she had a chance to be happy, and all.

She met a Canadian.

He was an airman from Vancouver.

And they... er, just fell in love.

Proper love.

Well, what about your real dad?

Don't know.

He were a soldier. That's all I know.

Well, wouldn't you like to get to know him as well?

Ah, it were a long time ago.

I don't even suppose my mum knows where he is now.

Bet you're looking forward to meeting your mum.

You've got to wonder, haven't you? If I'm like her.



- Hey, do you want to see her?

- Yeah.

We've been writing for a couple of years now.

She wants me to go over to Canada.

I've been saving up.



- Cathy!

- Dad?

She's just a child. An innocent child!



- How could you do that?

- Nowt happened!

Dad, please...!

Cathy, you don't understand!

It wasn't just your mother I lost when she died. I lost you as well!

And then you...

You come along, and take advantage of a vulnerable kid!

Dad, no!

That's it.

g*nsh*t

No!

It wasn't meant to go off.

Dad, get me a cloth, quick!

Here, try that.



- It was an accident.

- I'll call an ambulance.

Stephen!

Mum, she said she were going to go home!

I know, I know! Shh, be quiet.

That painting. Where did you get it?

It was his mother's. She was given it by Stephen's father.



- Well, who's his mother?

- Ruth.

On my days off, we used to walk on the moor, and paint.

I met Ruth.

Then I got posted away.

On my last night...

I gave her that painting.

You never knew about Stephen?

I had no idea.

We wrote for a while, then her letters just stopped.

I think it's great, Dad. I've got a big brother!

Are you sure you want to tell him? If you don't, I will understand.

He's got a right to know.

Undertakers...

Vicar.

What else?



- Hymns.

- Hymns.

Did you have a look, Dad?



- Mm?

- Hymns.

Hills Of The North Rejoice. We had that on our wedding day.

Right.

What else did she like?

I don't know. I can't remember.

I'd better be getting back.



- I'll see you tomorrow, Mr Weston.

- Yeah.

I can't believe this is happening.

I keep expecting her to walk in the door

and tell us off for making a mess.

I know. Did you get the result of the post

-mortem?

Yeah.

Dad's in such a shaky state, I haven't liked to tell him yet.

What did it say?

She had a weakness in an artery wall, which suddenly burst.

It was a cerebral aneurism.

So there's nothing anyone could have done.

No.

I feel so awful, though. She must have been feeling terrible.

I just didn't take her seriously.

There's no point in feeling like that.

I just... I wish...

I just wish she hadn't pushed me away, that's all.

That's the last thing she ever did.

She pushed my hand away.

She didn't know what she was doing.

If only we'd made up the quarrel!

If onlys are no good, Jo.

You did the best you could at the time, and now...

You have to go forward.

Yes... but it's very hard!

I've remembered one she did like! We Plough The Fields And Scatter.

That's a harvest hymn, Dad.

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪