07x13 - Peace And Quiet

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

EXCAVATOR ENGINE RUNNING

MUSIC: 'Apache' by The Shadows

The company are not trying to delay payment, Donal.

They simply asked if the men wouldn't prefer

to have the wages paid directly to their homes?

And let their wives at them first? You've got to be joking.

It's the wives who are complaining.

They say that stuck out in the middle of nowhere,

all their husbands do with their money is drink it away.

Listen, Corbett, my boys may be a bunch of reprobates,

but unless they get their wages in the middle of nowhere tomorrow,

your pipeline stops in the middle of nowhere tomorrow.

OK, the men will have their money.

But I'll have your scalp if any of them skive off to York to spend it.

I'd rather have you after my scalp

than thirsty navvies after my hide.

CHUCKLES

Where are you up to, anyway?

Just past there. And don't say, that's all?

If your surveyor boys knew the difference

between clay and granite...

CAR HORN

CORBETT: Oh, him again.

Sneaks in here with a few slices of stale bread,

and sneaks out again with a load of our gear, I bet.

Does a decent ploughman's, though.

Made with his own hands, he says.

I shudder to think.

Anyway, he does most of his business with the boys on the site.

He just pops in here to keep nice with you.

Hey, I thought you might like a nice bit of pheasant, Mr Godfrey.

Been poaching, Mr Greengrass?

Poaching? It's illegal, in't it?

No. As a matter of fact, my dog found it.

Yeah. After your g*n shot it.

Oh, ye of little faith.

LAUGHS

Here.

Hang on, hang on.

I expect Daddy and Jo are lying on a beach, soaking up the sun.



- Would you like a biscuit?

- Yes, please.

Mind you, I bought all those summery things

for when I was in France with Antonin.

We spent the whole time huddled indoors because it was so wet.

Oh, my word!

Look!

Look at this!

It's got Katie written on it.



- Who do you think it's for?

- Me!

You open it, then.

There's a card too.

To our two most favourite people in the whole world.

We miss you.

Love from...

Who do you think it's from then?

Hmm...

Father Christmas?

The wages have to be paid on site tomorrow morning as per usual

or the work stops.

Yes. I did offer the alternative.

And yes, I do know it's £ , we're talking about.

But if you looked at a map,

you'd see we're slap bang in the middle of the Yorkshire Moors.

Right.

What are you creeping around for?

Mr Corbett, I haven't forgotten you. I fetched you a couple of rabbits.

Oh, don't tell me, Harrods sent them in a hamper?

No. I do not want them. Now, get out.

Right. I'll get off then.

So that's it. That's the way we've done it for the past two months

and we're not going to change them now.

MYSTERIOUS MUSIC

SONG: 'Born to Be Wild'

ENGINE DIES

KNOCK AT DOOR

Gina! Come in.

Hiya, Eileen. I hope I'm not bothering you.

Oh, don't worry.

Katie's out playing, so I'm enjoying a few minutes freedom.



- Cup of tea?

- Please.

I've, er, got a favour to ask.

Oh, consider it done.

You'd better hear what it is first.

Will you run the pub for me tomorrow lunchtime?

On my own?

I suppose I can manage that.



- Thanks, Eileen.

- Got a lunch date, have you?

Yep, with Claude Greengrass.

How's he getting on with selling the sandwiches?

Oh, you know Claude and money.

Once it gets into his pocket it finds it hard to get out again.

Yeah, it must be competing with the dirt of centuries.

Anyway, I'm sick of hearing how the ham was off

or Alfred ate half the pasties.

So I'm going to go out with him tomorrow.

Find out what he really takes in.



- Does he know?

- Not yet.

I'm booking you.



- What for?

- Speeding.

How can I be speeding? I'm parked at a petrol station.

You must have been doing more than when you passed me.



- Was I really?

- Yes.

Look, sorry about the speeding, mate.

It's too late for sorry, sonny. Let's have your name.

Mike Bradley.

PC Mike Bradley.

What?

I'm the new constable.

You must be Sergeant Blaketon.

CLOSES NOTEPAD

Follow me, Bradley.

And there's a mile

-an

-hour speed limit in town,

if you can manage that.

OK, then. Same time, same place.

Oh, I've got to go!

Evening, Sarge.

Right, Ventress. Bellamy. This is PC Bradley.

He's the gentleman from the Metropolitan Police

we were expecting yesterday.

He's been transferred to Ashfordly

to learn all about community policing,

and to assist us in our unwearying fight against crime.

Bradley.

PC Ventress.

PC Bellamy.

Alf Ventress. How do you do?

All right.

Phil Bellamy.

Social pleasantries aside, Ventress, you'll show Bradley the ropes.

And you Bellamy will show him the nearest barber shop.

I don't know what they get up to in the Met,

but up here we expect a copper to look like a copper.

Not a Roaring Stone.

So, this is Yorkshire, eh?

Where the men are men and the sheep are nervous.

And the barber's shut at . , so you'd better get your skates on.

I'll show you the sights later.

Sights. What sights?

Well, I'll show you what your beat's going to be.

Well, all right.

This beat wouldn't happen to include any pubs now, would it?

One or two. Phil?

One or two.

We'll have to check to see if they serve southerners.

Come on, then. You Roaring Stone.

There we are.

Ten neat stitches.

I'll give you a tetanus shot just in case.

Don't... come on now, boy. Don't be such a baby.

Thank you, Mr Godfrey.

That'll teach you to talk and work at the same time.

There he is, blathering away, picks up his spade and kerplonk!

Straight through his foot.

He should take a week off, Mr Godfrey, and I mean a week.



- Give the wound time.

- Sure.

Ah, sure you've done a grand job there sewing him up.

Yeah, thanks, Doc. Thanks for bringing us in.

Do you want me to organise a lift back to the site?

Oh, don't worry yourself.

We'll just, er... have a wee drop of something somewhere.

Whet our whistles and then get back to the camp.

Come then, boy.

They'll go and drink a pub dry,

and Mike will be back at work first thing tomorrow, guarantee it.

I'd have to take off his legs to get him to miss a day's wages.

Speaking of whistles...

you wouldn't like to whet yours, would you?

No.

You're the only person I know here, Maggie.

Why don't you go and charm your way round some unsuspecting nurse?

They all treat me like I've spent the last four years

in a leper colony.

I suppose I've got you to thank for that.

I never even mentioned your name.

You're a hard woman.

I survived you, didn't I?

How can you go out with quid's worth of stuff,

come back with everything sold, but only quid?

Because you don't realise the sort of people I'm selling to.



- What's wrong with them?

- What's wrong with them?

They want everything for nothing.

They want to bargain and I'm the one that has to deal with it.

Well, don't let them bargain.

This is Yorkshire. A price is a price.

Not as far as they're concerned. They won't have it.

They will have it, cos I'm coming with you to show you how.



- What?

- Tomorrow, I'm coming with you.

What... what... about this place?

Eileen's looking after it.

It's not a place for a woman, you know, Gina.

They're a right hard lot.

So am I.

Tomorrow. Ten o'clock. OK?

Hiya. What can I get you?



- Er, two pints of your best, love.

- Right.

Hello, Oscar. What are you doing over this way?

Well, I'm just doing the rounds as Nick's away.

Thought I might pop in for a chat.

How nice!

Do you fancy a sherry?

Ooh, thanks, Eileen.

I must warn you, though,

I've spent the whole week talking to a three

-year

-old.

So if I start talking baby talk, don't be insulted.

I'll try to overlook it.

So, are you coping all right without Nick then?

Oh, just about. We've got a new boy up from London.

Seems like a nice lad.

Apart from his long hair and his motorbike.

Policemen. They just keep getting younger.

Aye.

Reminds me of the time when Nick first arrived.

Seems years ago now.

There's been a lot of water under the bridge since then, Oscar.

Aye.

Well, cheers.

Is something wrong?

SIGHS No, not really.

Tell me.

I've had some bad news.

I failed my medical.

I've got to leave the police force.

Oh, no.



- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- Yeah.

I go in for more tests tomorrow to see some sort of consultant.

Is it definite that you have to leave?

It's definite.

You'd think we'd learn, us old fogies,

how to cope with change.

I don't know how I'm going to cope, Eileen.

You will. I know you will.

Look at me. I'm thinking of moving to France for the rest of my life.

Things happen.

Change happens. We cope.

He's a lucky man, your Frenchman.



- Good evening, Claude.

- What's good about it?

Meet Mike Bradley. Claude Greengrass.

Mike is our new policeman. I've been showing him round the area.



- Hello.

- Nice to meet you, Mr Greengrass.

Why, he's polite for a copper, isn't he?

That'll all change after a fortnight with Blaketon.

CASH REGISTER PINGS

Two pints, Gina.

And a scotch.

Meet Mike Bradley.

He's our new copper.

You'll be seeing him around Aidensfield while Nick's away.

That'll be nice. Married, are you?



- No. No, I'm not.

- Good!

CLAUDE: I don't know why they want any more coppers.

There wouldn't be any trouble

if it weren't for your lot stirring things up.

So, what is it exactly you do, Mr Greengrass?

I'm... I'm in catering at the moment.

If it weren't for bossy landladies and nosey coppers

it'd be a lot easier.

This your dog, is it?

Why, are you going to endorse his licence?

No, no. I like dogs.

Be careful. Get on his wrong side, he's a k*ller.

A k*ller?

Yeah. I can see.

ALFRED WHINES

I've got to call in the site office first, to see the gaffer, Corbett.



- Just him?

- Yeah, why?

Seems like a waste of time.

It would do to you cos you don't understand.

You've got to keep in with the bosses.

If I don't give him a few free sandwiches,

there's no way he's gonna let me sell them to the lads.

GINA: Hey, it's the bloke from the pub last night.

He must've broken down.

I wonder where his bird is.

Hi.

Car's overheated. Can you give us a ride?

Well, not really. We're not going anywhere.



- We're only going up the moor.

- Up the moors is fine.

Yeah, I know, but you want a garage, don't you? It's back there.

There is bound to be something coming that way in a bit.

GINA GASPS

I don't think so.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

This is a robbery. COCKS g*n

Friend.

Why was he sent up here, Alf?

There's something a bit fishy about him.

Maybe he wants a rest.

Or do you think that every copper that leaves London is bent?

I didn't say bent, I said fishy.

Bent? Fishy? There's a distinction, is there?

I mean, it doesn't seem like he wants to be here, does it?

He seemed very happy last night.

Especially when he met young Gina.

Oh, brilliant!

He wasn't chatting her up, was he?

Morning, lads.



- Enjoy yourself last night?

- Yeah, a bit too much, I think.

Ah, Bradley. So good of you to join us.

I don't know what you're used to in London,

but work here starts at the normal shift time.

If that's all right with you?



- Yes, Sarge.

- Good.

So, the first item.

The pay

-roll delivery to the site up on Boisdale Moor.

It's pretty routine,

but the site manager Mr Corbett has asked for a discreet presence.

So, I want visits up there on the hour, every hour.

Ventress, you can arrange the rota.

And any suspicious vehicles or people I want radioed in.

Bradley?

Can I use my bike, Sarge?

To get up there?

Is your bike fitted with a radio, Bradley?

MIKE SIGHS

Then you know the answer. You can use Rowan's bike.

And if I catch you anywhere near your bike while you're on duty,

the fastest thing you'll be riding is your chair.

All right.



- I'll be back at one.

- Where are you going, Sarge?

Well, in case we need you.

If you needed to know, Ventress, you'd know.

Yes, Sarge.

What's up on the moors that you're so interested in?

Shut up.

If you want to steal his truck, you must be mad!

I said shut up!

CAR DOOR CLOSES

Somebody's coming.

Now, follow it.

And remember, we'll be right behind you.



- Sergeant Blaketon?

- Yes.

I'm Dr Bolton, Senior Registrar.

Your consultant Mr Symes has asked me to run the test for you.

In case you're wondering were he is, he's off sick.

Happens to even the great ones, I'm afraid.

Pulses are a bit irregular.

Mr Symes has asked me to give you an ECG, that's an electrocardiogram,

and a full set of chest x

-rays.

Is it that serious?

At the moment, it looks like you've got arrhythmia.

What does that mean?

It means that the electrical conductivity of the heart

isn't working properly.

It's skipping a beat, that kind of thing.

Now it shouldn't be a problem as long as you take it easy,

avoid any stress or strain.

Anyway, we'll do the test now

and have you back in a week for the results.



- You mean I've got to come back?

- Afraid so.

My Symes will want to go through the results with you himself.

If you just hang on a second, I'll check the X

-ray room's ready.

VEHICLE APPROACHING

OMINOUS MUSIC

Over here!

You stay there till they're done, OK?

Who are you?

I make the sandwiches.



- Pete Johnson, isn't it?

- That's right.



- How's it going, Mr Corbett?

- Fine.



- Let's get the stuff in, shall we?

- Nice out here, isn't it?



- Is there a safe inside?

- Yeah.

Don't worry, Tel.

Wait till they've gone. The safe won't be a problem.

HORN BEEPING

That's it. , .

If you just sign there, Mr Corbett, we'll be on our way.

Thank you.

Neil, what's Sergeant Blaketon doing here?



- Sergeant Blaketon?

- The policeman.

You know very well who I mean.

And you know very well that doctor

-patient confidentiality

means that I am unable to tell you what if anything

Sergeant Blaketon was doing here.

How much longer do you intend staying here?

I don't know. I'm getting to quite like the place.

People are so friendly.

You're impossible. God knows what I ever saw in you.

Oh, God knows!

A girl like you, I thought you'd have no trouble doing better.

I was surprised to find you still on your own.

TENSE MUSIC

I told you to wait...



- What do you want?

- What do you think?

This?

You idiot!

GROANS

Oh, great!

Open the safe.

No.

If you don't, I'll k*ll you.

Then who'll open the safe?

WHISTLES

Don't do 'owt to him, please.

Alfred! Run!

ALFRED WHINES



- No!

- You...

Oi!

GINA SOBS

And I like dogs!

SAFE UNLOCKING

All right, lads? Are you going up to the pipeline compound?

Just been, mate.



- Oh! Everything all right?

- Sure.

Good.

Actually, er, which way is it?

A couple of mile back that way,

right at the Post Office, left at the traffic lights.

Thanks very much, that's...

Left at the traffic lights?

What traffic lights? THEY LAUGH

Yeah, all right, lads. Come on. Which way is it?

Two miles straight back. Can't miss it, unless you're blind.

Or stupid.

Or from London, which amounts to same thing, doesn't it?

Thanks very much, lads. You've been very helpful.

Tel, move it. Someone's coming.

Get in the front. Get in the front. Move it.

Whoever it is, act natural.

Remember, I'll be watching you.

What about the food? What'll we tell 'em?

Tell them that's all you got.



- You all right?

- Yeah.

What are you going to do about him then?

Nothing. You're going to get rid of him.

I'm going to be in there and this is going to be pointing at you.

Try anything and I'll use it.

And, in case you're wondering, I am a better shot than Terry.

Hello, there. I didn't know about all this. Meals on Wheels.

Very enterprising.

I'll have a cheese roll, please.



- How much is that, then?

- It's free.

Free?

Thanks very much.

PC Mike Bradley, Ashfordly Police.

Just checking to see if everything's OK.

So, er, everything's OK, is it?

Yes.

I suppose you'll be taking the wages to the gangs later.

Do you want an escort?

I'll manage.

I suppose you will.

Well, I'll be seeing you, then.

GINA: Look out!

MIKE GRUNTS, GROANS

Start the engine. Let's go!

Don't talk daft.

While they're busy! Let's get out of here!

They'll flaming well sh**t us.

Not if we're not here they won't. Come on!

You going somewhere, lovely?



- Are you all right?

- No.

I'll call an ambulance.

HITS BUTTON REPEATEDLY

It's all right, I've got a radio on the bike.

WINCES

EILEEN: Well, what did they say?

Come on, Oscar.

I can't come on, Eileen, cos I don't know.

I've to go back in a week for the results.

All that and they told you nothing?

Apparently, my electrical conductivity

is not what it should be,

as if I'm some sort of light bulb they can switch on and off.

They'll have me in a wheelchair soon.

You're exaggerating.

But I feel perfectly normal.

I've got at least another ten good years in me

and I'm being put out to grass.

Everyone has to retire sooner or later.

Aye, in my case it's sooner.

I've been a policeman for years.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

Retire. Relax.

Oh, aye.

And moulder away.

Control, this is Delta Alpha

- . Come in.

Control, this is Delta Alpha

- .

RADIO: 'Come in.'

Delta Alpha

- , this is Control.

'Go ahead, Mike.'

There's been a robbery at the compound.

'One casualty. I need an ambulance.'

Who needs an ambulance?

Mr Corbett, the site manager. g*nsh*t wounds.

Get an ambulance to the pipeline compound.

The thieves are the two hippies who were at the pub.

The man's wearing a wig.

They got away with all the wages.

It appears they're working with Greengrass.

Working with who?

'Mike?'

Greengrass.

'And Gina.'

'Look, they're using his truck.'

RADIO INTERFERENCE

Bradley? Mike?

Control, come in. Control.

Hello, Delta Alpha

-O. This is Control.

Mike needs attention too.

He says Greengrass is involved in the robbery.

Greengrass wouldn't try this sort of thing.

Delta Alpha

- , this is Control.

I can't raise Blaketon.

Mike sounds very groggy. You'd better get up there fast.

Right.

What are you going to do?

I'll go over his head. There's nothing else I can do.



- You'd best get off there now.

- Right.

Hello, Division? This is Ashfordly Police Station.

We've got an armed robbery in progress.

Put your foot down, man.

What's the point trying to k*lling us all?!

I don't know, darling. What is the point?

Here. Stop!

Pull off to the left, there.

Here.

I've got a Land Rover. It's round the back.

WINCES

Why don't you do some travelling?

I've been to the Far East. I was there during the w*r.

Why don't you go again, in peacetime?

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Arms?

Oh, hello, Alf.

No, Gina's not here. She's out with Greengrass.

What?!

It's Alf Ventress.

He says there's been a robbery at the pipeline site.

Gina and Greengrass are up there.

Ventress, what's going on?

Come on.

ENGINE REVS

Send an ambulance up to the compound, pronto.

'And warn the hospital to expect casualties.'

I've done that, Sarge.

Right, good.

Well, send Bellamy up to the site straight away but you stay put.

He's already on his way, Sarge.

Right, good. Contact Division.

Inform them what's happened and tell them that we may need back

-up.

I've done that too, Sarge.

Oh, right. Good.

What we haven't got, Sarge, is a good description of the robbers.

Bradley said they were in the Aindensfield Arms last night.

'Two hippies.'

Right, I'll handle that. And Ventress?

Good work.

Oh!

Thank you very much, Sarge. CALL DISCONNECTS

Right, listen everyone.

Any of you that were in here last night,

did you notice two hippies?

Yeah.

Can you describe them?

Well, er... they had long hair.

What are we going to do?

I don't know about you,

I'm going back to the compound to find Alfred.



- But we've got to follow them!

- What are you talking about?

You saw them sh**t that bloke.

I'm not giving them a chance at sh**ting me.

We've got to get help, then. Police, an ambulance.



- Come on!

- Get off, will you?



- You're a coward, Claude.

- Yes.



- I'll go on my own, then.

- Don't talk daft.

Hey, come here. Gina! Gina!

Two adults. One male, one female. Late twenties.

They're dressed as hippies.

The girl's got braided hair.

The man answers to the name of Del or Tel or something.

Have you got that?

VENTRESS: 'Yes, Sarge. I'll pass it on.'

Right, I'm on my way to the compound now.

Keep me informed, Ventress. Out.

This place taken?

CLEARS THROAT Maggie...

Look, I'm sorry for what I said earlier.

It was uncalled for.

If you want me to leave, I can.

There are other tables.

My contract's for six months,

but I know they wouldn't have any trouble filling in

if I said I had to leave.

You can do what you like.

Maggie, please.

We have to get over this.

We work together here.

We can't go on fighting.

Who's fighting?

I meant what I said, Neil. You can do what you like.

You're not a factor in my life anymore.

TENSE MUSIC

WOMAN: What's that?

It's the cops. I thought you fixed the radio.



- I did. Relax.

- What the hell are you doing?

I said, relax. And get your head down.

They're looking for two hippies in the fat guy's truck.

Not one bloke in a Rover.

Control, this is Delta Alpha

- .

Control, this is Delta Alpha

- .

There's Phil.

Why's he blocking the road?

I bet you he's got hold of the wrong end of the stick as usual.

He thinks it's us that's done the robbery.

Out! Move it!

GINA: They're in the Rover!



- Where are they?

- I told you. In the Rover.

No, there was one man in the Rover.

Then one of them must have hid. They're in that car.

They shot the bloke at the compound.

They're on the , so they've got to turn onto the .

I know a short cut.

They must have their brains removed when they become coppers. Hold on.

Claude! What are you... Where are we going?

Don't worry. I knew these roads before they were roads.

PHIL: 'Driving a green Rover.'

Repeat, a green Rover.

Heading east on the B . Over.

OK, Phil.

DI Shiner. What's the situation?

The robbery took place here.

The thieves swapped cars round about here.

PC Bellamy's in pursuit.

Sergeant Blaketon's approaching from here.

We've lost contact with PC Bradley.

OK. Good work.

We've checked your sergeant's descriptions with the flying squad.

It's probably our thieves are Terry and Sharma Semple.

Wage heists are his speciality.

Warn your blokes not to get too close.

He's already wanted for m*rder in the south.

PHIL: 'Alf, they've turned right onto the B .'

'They're heading south.'

Any ideas where we're going?

What?!

I only got here yesterday.

CAR SKIDDING

This is Delta Alpha

- to Control.

I'm on the B , heading north.

This is DI Shiner. Suspects are armed and highly dangerous.

I've requested firearm support.

'Do not approach. Acknowledge?'

Acknowledged. Out.



- GINA: Slow down!

- CLAUDE: Hang on.

CLAUDE GRUNTS

GINA: What?! CLAUDE LAUGHS, WHOOPS

LAUGHS

TENSE MUSIC

CAR SKIDS

SHARMA YELLS

Sharma?

TERYY GRUNTS

Come on!

OSCAR STRAINS

GASPS

SOMBRE MUSIC

Come on. Come on, you great lump.

CLAUDE STRAINS

BREATHES HEAVILY

SPLUTTERS

TENSE MUSIC

TERRY YELLS, expl*si*n

GRUNTING

Something's happened to Blaketon! Get an ambulance!

Control, this is Delta Alpha

- .

ALF: 'Control.'

Alf, we need an ambulance.

The ambulance is on its way to the compound. To the g*nsh*t wound.

Get another, Alf. Blaketon's unconscious.

'I think he's had a heart attack.'

OK, Phil, we'll divert that ambulance to you,

and we'll get another one to the compound.

No. Cancel that, Alf. Send them both here.

I think our g*nsh*t wound has arrived.

Nurse.

Nurse, there's been an incident on the moors.

Five casualties, including one g*nsh*t wound.

ETA minutes. Get everyone ready.

INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO

SOMBRE MUSIC

Bet you wish you were back in London, eh?

No. I needed the rest.

Is Sergeant Blaketon still unconscious?

Yes. But his breathing's steady.

They'll have him in the hospital in about minutes.

CLAUDE: Good lad.

Is he waking up?

Hey, hey! Just make a note it were me that saved you.

Is he all right?

Hey, don't die on me now, after all that lot, Oscar.

Oscar. Oscar!

Oscar!

AMBULANCE SIREN