08x06 - Baby Love

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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: 'Gimme Shelter' by Rolling Stones

BABY CRYING

SCREAM

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Er, yeah.

Right, I see.

And, er, when was this?

What's going on?

Right...

OK. I'll, er, be there as soon as I can.

Where's, erm... Mooreside Lodge?

It's erm,

It's a mother and baby home, off Ashfordly Road.

Right. Thanks.

You want to watch yourself going up there at night.

All those women!

Mrs Collins?

Yes. Sorry to get you out so late, Constable.

Please come in.

All right, girls. You can all get back to bed.

Going to tuck us up, Constable?

Good night, Jennifer.

Good night, Mrs Collins. Night, Constable!

This way, please.

This is Paula.

She's had quite a nasty fright.

- Hello, Paula. - PAULA: Hi.

Let's see. That's all right.

Can you remember what happened?

I'd just been to see my baby.

I was on my way back to my room

when I just came face to face with this bloke

in the corridor, like.

Right. What was he doing?

He was just, like, creeping about.

He didn't try to harm you?

No. I think he got more of a fright than I did.

I screamed and he took off.

You were very brave, Paula.

Erm... can you remember what he looked like?

It all happened so sudden. And it was dark.

Roughly, how tall was he?

Sort of medium.

OK. Age?

I don't know, but he must have been quite young,

cos he moved real quick.

OK. No, that's good.

Erm, now, if you can show me exactly where you saw him,

then tomorrow we can talk again.

MUSIC: 'Scarborough Fair' by Simon & Garfunkel

# There's no one else around

# To tell my troubles to

BABY CRYING

BABY CRYING

# That's why I'm crying

Hazel?

Hm?

I can't find a clean shirt.

Sorry. I'll do it while you're having your breakfast.

I haven't got time. Will you shut up?

He's not well.

It's always summat. I've got to go.

What time will you be back?

I don't know! I've got a lot of calls.

If I can keep my eyes open!

BABY SOBS

Oh, Peter, shut up!

Please!

So, Bradley, there was nothing was stolen?

No, sarge. Not as far as Mrs Collins could tell.

Get back there. Take a look in daylight.

Question to the girls.

See if they noticed anything strange.

Would you like me to with him, sarge?

No, Bellamy. I'd like you to go through the report files.

Make sure they're in order. They're a disgrace.

Alf usually does the filing.

Precisely.

Ventress, an abandoned car off the Whitby road.

Check it out.

Good boy.

- Yes, he is a bit chesty. - Is it serious?

No. It's just a touch of bronchiolitis.

Bronchiolitis?

Don't worry. It's very mild.

Lots of babies his age are susceptible to it.

They usually grow out of it.

But he never stops crying, Doctor.

I haven't had a decent night's sleep for weeks.

Is Mr Mansfield able to help out?

A screaming child is the last thing

he wants to see at home.

It's difficult. He's got a very busy job.

Long hours.

Yes, I'm sure.

I'll give you this for Peter.

Some antibiotics.

Should clear any infection and help him sleep.

It's very unlikely,

but should Peter experience any difficulty breathing,

please contact me immediately.

I will. Thank you.

Now... what about you?

Took me for quid, then just scarpered.

Disgusting! They're cowboys, you see, Mr Waterstone.

They give legitimate traders a bad name.

- So you could help me? - Oh, yeah. Yes. No problem.

But, if you take my advice, you don't want Tarmac.

I do.

No, you don't. Take it from me.

I've laid a lot of drives.

There's only one thing for this concrete.

I was set on Tarmac.

A lot of people are.

I've done a job for Lord Ashfordly,

up at the Hall.

I laid a beautiful drive, all concrete,

and he can afford anything.

He wouldn't have Tarmac.

You'd be out of my price range.

No, no, not at all.

It's all the same to me, prince or pauper.

Same price. Rock bottom. I can do this for ten quid.

When would you be able to do it?

Tomorrow.

All right, then.

Is there a chance of a few bob upfront

for the materials?

Tomorrow night, when the job's done.

Well, you've had a nasty experience, haven't you?

Morning.

Morning, Constable.

Edie Hollernshaw.

I trust they're not working you

too hard, are they?

Oh, no, I love it here.

I started six months ago, after my dad died.

Just mornings, you know?

It's better than sitting in that empty house.

Have you come about our pervert, Mr Bradley?

Well, er, we don't know if he is one yet, Edie.

Course. Stands to reason. Nowt worth robbing here.

Well, maybe.

Haven't seen anyone hanging about in the last few days?

No.

What about you, Paula?

EDIE: Oh, hello, Debbie, love.

And how's young Robert this morning?

He's fine, thanks, Edie.

Let's have a look. Isn't he sweet?

Oh, he's lovely!

Lovely!

I don't know how you can bear to part with him.

It'd break my heart.

Oh, dear.

I've put my foot in it, haven't I?

Thanks, mate.

- What for? - Stopping.

I haven't. The flaming truck has.

Have you got a problem?

-You could say that. - Want me to have a look?

- You know owt about motors? - A bit.

- On a drink if you sort it. - Got any tools?

I've got a hammer.

Oh, found the car, sarge.

Petrol t*nk empty. Keys still in it.

No sign of the owner.

Maybe its owner didn't leave it.

I'll see if it's reported stolen.

Good thinking, Constable!

Oh, Mrs Collins confirmed nothing was missing.

So, we're dealing with a prowler or worse.

I spoke to all the girls and staff.

None of them saw anything.

I think we should keep watch on the place for a few nights.

Bellamy, you've been keen to go up there.

You take the first watch tonight!

That's great, David! Well done.

I'm a bit nervous about it.

Give this young man half a pint.

I reckon I can manage a pint.

Can you? Gina, David, this is, er, Gary.

Mechanical genius and obviously a heavy drinker.

What? What you doing here on your own?

Mr Greengrass.

You know the concrete mixer I bought at the auction?

It was a mistake. Thought he was bidding for a generator!

Who told you?

- I did. - You would.

We have a man who wants a concrete drive.

So, you pair work together?

David's like a son! Taught him all he don't know!

I'll see you in the morning.

What, tomorrow? Can't it wait?

There you go, David.

Hello, Claude. David told you his good news?

Good news? What good news is that?

About the interview.

Interview?

What interview?

I was going to tell you. It was my mam's idea.

Was it? I bet you weren't. What interview?

She met a bloke from the council Works Department!

He says there's this job going.

You've got a job. Working for me.

No. This is a proper job.

You know, with a pay packet, an' that.

That's nice. If you work for the council,

you have to pay income tax, national insurance.

You'll be left with nowt.

You don't get perks like with me.

You don't get pheasants, the odd rabbits,

working for the council.

My mam, she wants me to have a career.

A career. What, downhill? What sort of a career?

Maintenance. Buildings and that.

What sort of buildings?

I don't know, not till I've had my interview.

She wrote me a list of questions to ask,

to show I'm on the ball.

Show you're on the ball? You'll fall off it!

You know what the buildings are?

You'll be cleaning the toilets.

He's got to start somewhere!

It'll be three weeks before he gets a brush.

I've got to decide for myself.

And just leave me in the lurch?

Tell this bloke you can't do his drive.

Unlike some people, Gina, I don't let folk down.

Gary, you're not bothered about dashing off?

No.

I have a job for you. It could be full time!

DOOR CLOSES

Alan? Is that you?

Who else were you expecting?

Shh! You'll wake Peter. I've just put him down.

Makes a change to come home to some peace and quiet.

Where have you been? Your tea's ruined.

I don't want anything. I'm tired.

You've got to eat.

ALAN SIGHS

If only things could be like they used to be.

When there was just you and me.

Things will get better.

We're just... going through a difficult patch.

BABY CRIES

Thanks, Paula.

I couldn't do your job.

It's all right, really.

But it can be so dangerous.

Sometimes. But you get used to it.

Hmm. Well, I think you have to be brave.

Only a couple more weeks and I'll be out of here.

What about your baby?

What do you mean?

Won't you miss her?

Course I will. She's a little darling.

She'll be all right.

They're careful about picking the right people to adopt.

I suppose they have to be.

I'm one of the lucky ones.

I'll be let back home and nobody'll be any the wiser.

I suppose.

I'll get on with my life, as if nothing had happened.

CRASHING

What was that?

It's him! He's back!

Hey! Come here!

We better let battle commence.

You know I've never done this?

Don't worry. It's a doddle.

All we want is sand, which we've got to get,

cement, which we've got, and water.

Go easy on the sand and cement, they cost! Water's free.

Mix 'em up, slap it down, and Roberta's your auntie.

How much do I get for this?

What are you talking about?

I'm giving you free accommodation.

-It's hardly The Ritz. -Do you want this job or not?

No. I reckon you can manage without me.

OK. I'll give you three quid.

What, with free lodgings?

And I said, David was money mad.

David's getting a career, in't he? You set, or what?

Can you drive?

You name it, Claude, I can drive it.

Here. Take the truck to the builder's merchant,

and get a load of sand.

After you drop me off at home.

Eh? I thought we were doing this together.

What? With my back?

You sort this out and I'll deal with the paperwork.

You're not safe anywhere these days.

A mother and baby home, of all places!

I never knew there was a home there.

That's the idea. It's supposed to be discreet.

So the girls can hide their shame?

Shut them up and sweep it under the carpet?

The chaps who got them into trouble

should be made to do something.

Yes, but marrying isn't always the answer.

Gladys, just see to Mrs Mansfield, will you?

Hello, Hazel, love. Do you want to withdraw some money?

- Four shillings, please. - Right.

And how's little Peter?

He's a bit better today, thanks.

I've got him off to sleep in his pram.

ENGINE STOPS

I'm always telling our Gina,

it's time she got married and settled down.

She'd make somebody a lovely wife.

Anyone particular in mind?

I might have. But you don't think I'd tell you?

Morning. Hazel, where's Peter?

He's in his pram, asleep. Thank goodness!

No. No, he isn't. I've just looked.

Peter! My baby!

Where's he gone? Who's taken him?

Please try not to worry, Mrs Mansfield.

Whoever's taken him won't have got far.

There you are, love.

Thanks, Gladys.

What am I going to tell Alan?

Is that your husband? Where is he?

I'll call him for you.

I don't know where he is. He's on the road all day.

He doesn't get back till late.

Please. It'll be fine. We'll contact him.

He's going to be so angry.

No luck?

No. I went through the village.

Nobody's seen him.

WAILS

Division are sending extra men to help with the search.

Bellamy, come with me.

Ventress, get on to Ashfordly Mill.

See if you can find a Mr Alan Mansfield.

He's a rep. They should know where he is.

Right, sarge.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault, Maggie.

Hazel, don't.

I've been horrible to him.

I've found myself wishing we'd never had him.

Do you think you're the only mother to think that?

I don't know.

Oh, Maggie! What if she's taken him?

His real mother.

She never wanted to give him up.

# Come on, baby let the good times roll

# Come on, baby let me thrill your soul

# Come on, baby let the good times roll

# Roll on and on

# Oh, baby, I feel so good

# When you're home

# So come on, baby

# Rock me all night long #

These should help a little.

You've had a very bad shock, Hazel, but try to keep calm.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Maggie. Mrs Mansfield. Doctor Bolton.

What's happened? Have you found him?

Nothing's happened, Mrs Mansfield.

We're still looking.

I understand he was adopted. Was that from Mooreside Lodge?

Yes. Over a year ago now.

OK, we've got reinforcements coming,

so we should cover the ground twice as fast.

He's not well. You've got to find him.

They'll find him.

HAZEL: I can't believe this is happening.My baby.

He's got mild bronchiolitis.

He shouldn't be exposed to the cold for long

or he may have trouble breathing.

How long are we talking about?

Hard to say.

It depends on whether he's being looked after.

Days?

More like hours.

Right. Thank you, Doctor.

What are you saying?

He's going to die. That's what you think!

Hazel, calm down. That's just not true.

I know it's not easy, but it's my experience

that people who take babies take good care of them.

Whoever took him,

they probably wanted somebody to love and look after.

Nobody could love him as much as I do.

No-one!

Not his real mother. Not anybody.

Bradley, get back up to Mooreside Lodge.

That's where the adoption was arranged.

Was it the natural mother?

It's the only lead we've got.

Dr Bolton says this baby must be found quickly

or he may be in trouble.

What are you waiting for?

Right, lads.

We've checked the village. But we need to double-check.

Time isn't on our side.

This baby needs medical attention.

You three, take the north and west.

Bellamy, check out the road to Eltering.

The rest of you, come with me! Let's go.

# Come on, baby let the good times roll

# Come on, baby let me thrill your soul

# Come on, baby let the good times roll

# Roll all night long #

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Yes? Is it about the trouble at the home?

Cos I can't come now.

No, Edie. A baby's missing.

Oh, dear. That's dreadful!

Hazel Mansfield's lad.

Have you seen anything?

No. No, I've seen nowt.

Were you in the village today?

No. But if I see anything, I'll let you know.

If we give information on the parents,

it could lead to all sorts of difficulties.

Confidentiality is one of our strictest rules

for both parties.

I understand, but it is an emergency.

It's hard to believe it could have been the natural mother.

She's got no way of knowing where her baby went.

That information is kept

in those files under lock and key.

Well, that's what the intruder

could have been after the other night.

Penelope Middleton, you say?

Have you got an address?

She comes from Bradford.

Nearly all the girls come from outside.

Apparently, she was disowned by her parents

and went to her aunt in Ashfordly.

OK. Thanks, Bradley.

Right. Bellamy.

TYRES SCREECH

Is this it?

Yeah. There's no way out round the back.

- I'll give it a knock, eh? - Hm.

What is it?

Mrs Middleton?

Fraser. Middleton were my maiden name.

Is it my mam?

No. We're looking for a Penelope Middleton.

Our Penny? What's she done now?

Does she live here?

Not any more. Ungrateful little madam.

Do you know where she is?

I don't. And I don't care. Good day!

You're wasting your time there.

I don't blame Penny for taking off.

Right.

You don't know where we'd find her?

What's she done?

It's something to do with her baby.

Oh.

She's living over t'brush in Whitby.

Oh, where is he? Do you think he's safe?

Wherever he is, I'm sure he's fine!

But we don't know, do we?

You'll get him back, Hazel, love. I'm sure you will.

Police are pulling out all the stops.

Alan!

Alan! Where have you been?

You know where I've be...

What's wrong? What's happened?

It's Peter.

What about him? What have you done?

She hasn't done anything. Somebody stole him.

From outside the post office this morning.

# I know I get a little bit lonely

# And so I get a little bit sad #

Does Miss Penny Middleton live here?

Yeah. But she's gone out.

-Idea when she'll be back? - She'll be back soon.

She's just gone as far as t'park with t'baby. Why?

- Have you found him? - Found his natural mother.

-Has she got him? - She has a baby.

We're hoping it's Peter.

She's in Whitby. I'm going there. We'll come with you.

I think it's best to wait here.

Nurse Bolton will accompany me, so you can rest easy.

We'll contact you as soon as there's news.

# And so I get a little bit lonely

# And so I get a little bit sad

# Sad #

-Has she come back? - Not yet, sarge.

Good. We'll wait for her here. Park over there.

And leave it to me. We don't want to scare her off.

# That's why I'm crying #

Poor Hazel. She's been through a lot.

Let's hope we get things back to normal for her.

She really doesn't need this.

She's been under a lot of strain.

With the baby?

Mm, he's not the easiest of babies.

Doesn't sleep much, needs a lot of attention.

What about Mr Mansfield? Is he understanding?

- Not as far as I can see. - I see.

Here we go.

Penny Middleton?

Yeah?

Is this your baby?

Course it is.

Sarge...

BABY COOS

- How old is this baby? - Just three weeks. Why?

CRIES

It's not good enough!

I mean, getting my wife's hopes up like that.

I said it was a possibility.

We didn't know she had another baby.

What did you think you were doing?

They won't know about his chest.

His medicine is here.

We're doing everything possible

to find Peter.

Good God! What a mess.

Fancy leaving him outside the post office like that.

Of all the stupid...

Mr Mansfield! Please!

He was asleep.

I didn't want to wake him up.

I know we've been through this before,

but are you quite sure

you didn't see anyone else before you went inside?

No!

There was a lorry.

It was moving quite slowly.

- A lorry? - Yeah.

I think it was Claude Greengrass's.

Shouldn't you be laying concrete?

Done. It were a doddle.

That were quick. Did he give you any money?

Nah. He weren't in.

- Hope you did a proper job. - It were a doddle.

Aye. Well, come on.

I'll let you buy me a drink out of your wages,

when I give you some.

Aye. I'll drink to that.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

What's he want?

Don't get worried. It'll be me he's after, as usual.

I just remembered. I left the keys inside.

- I'll go get 'em. - All right.

Right. Now then, Claude.

Before you start, I wasn't there.

And if I was, it was someone else.

Got that in my book from last time.

Save you licking the end of your pencil!

Another favour, cos that lead licking's not good for you!

I need your help, Claude, not advice on my diet.

My help? What with? Your enquiries?

You were in Aidensfield today.

Sorry. It's a first, cos it's true, but I wasn't.

Oh, come on. Your truck was seen crawling along.

It might have been, but I weren't driving it.

It were Gary.

- Young Gary? - He's gone to fetch the keys.

Ah. Right.

I were on my way to the builder's merchant, weren't I?

Did you stop off in the village?

Yeah. To get my bearings. I'm not from round here.

Did you, er... see anybody?

No-one in particular. Why?

Not a woman with a pram?

Yeah. There was one. Outside the post office, yeah.

Oh, yeah? Then what did you do?

Hmm. Went to the builder's.

Concreted a drive. Came back here.

When the woman left the pram outside the post office.

Nothing. Drove off!

You didn't see anyone else?

No. Nobody.

You do have a driving licence, I take it?

I do, yeah. But I haven't got it wi' me.

Course you have! I made him show it me,

before I let him drive my truck.

Here.

Alf, run a check for me on a Gary Clarkson.

The address on his driving licence is Macclesfield.

Right.

-Maggie. - Have you found him?

Not yet, I'm afraid.

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but I've been thinking about what you were saying earlier.

What's that?

About Peter not being an easy baby.

And Mrs Mansfield being under a lot of strain.

Yes, she has.

I don't want you to break any confidence,

but anything that could help solve this business.

I've seen worse marriages.

It's just we have to examine

every possibility, you understand.

And so far no-one's confirmed

actually seeing the baby in his pram.

Hazel wouldn't do anything.

She wanted that baby desperately.

She wanted him. What about Mr Mansfield?

Oh, yes.

I'm sure he wanted him, too.

But not as much?

No. Perhaps not.

What the heck do you call this, then?

Oh, I can see what's happened there.

Don't worry about it, Mr Waterstone.

All we've got to do is ease it back

to where it should be

and then allow for it to settle.

Wait for it to settle?

The North Sea's got more chance of settling.

You idiots used too much water!

I can see why you think that. But don't worry. Gary will...

Gary? Gary?! Gary! Gary!

MR WATERSTONE: Looks like it's down to you.

I'm sorry, Mr Waterstone,

I can't do owt about it on my own.

I've got to get the car out. I'm going to a dinner.

You're lucky. I've not had mine yet.

I'll come round tomorrow, but he's gone off in my truck.

I'll go and see the police about it.

Good. I'll drop you at the station!

Mr Greengrass, I just saw that Gary

driving off like he's Stirling Moss!

I hope you've not come to gloat.

No. I just come to see if you need a hand.

It's a tricky job, laying concrete.

It is, isn't it?

You could be right about the Tarmac.

Did you...? Eh!

Did you get that job with the council?

Might have done.

Might have done? What does that mean?

Well, I told them I'd think about it.

My old boss was considering giving me a promotion

and a bit more money.

And pigs might...!

This is hopeless! You'll need to help me get the car out.

You'll be able to drive through this.

It's soft enough.

Hazel, er, she went to bed, Constable.

She needed to have a rest.

I want to ask you some questions.

Me? How can I help?

We need to know where you were earlier today.

I've already told you. On the road.

Well, yeah, but where exactly?

Northallerton. Er,Ripon, Thirsk.

Did you keep a record of your calls?

Wait a minute! What is all this?

You should be hunting for Peter,

not asking me damn fool questions about my work!

Do you keep a record or not?

Of course I do. The office has to know.

Well, can I have a look at it, please?

ENGINE REVS

All this for ten quid!

Look, pull me!

It'll wipe off.

He says all the visits he made are in here.

Good. Then we'll check them all, won't we?

Ah, Ventress. About time.

I traced that car. It was stolen.

Don't want to hear about that!

You will when you hear what else I found out, as well.

- Go on, then. - It was stolen in Lancaster.

So?

I traced the lad Mike found with Greengrass.

I thought he came from Macclesfield.

He does. But he was doing Borstal in Lancaster.

He absconded three days ago.

Very good, Ventress.

Well done! Now, then...

Hang on, sarge. You know where the car was found?

Off the Ashfordly to Whitby Road.

Yeah. Near Mooreside Lodge.

Bradley, bring him in.

On my way.

I've seen you go home plastered before, Claude,

but this is a first!

Ho ho, flaming ho.

I'm looking for your new oppo. Have you seen him?

You're not on your own. He's done a bunk with my truck!

You should put out road blocks and that.

You got any idea where he might have gone?

No. You didn't help the way you were leaning on him.

I've a very good mind to make an official complaint.

- I shouldn't if I were you. -Why not?

I could do you for harbouring an escaped prisoner.

Escaped prisoner? I don't know owt about that.

Ah. But can you prove it?

W-W-What was he inside for?

TWOC.

T-W-O... Twoc?

What's that stand for when it's at home?

Taking without the owner's consent.

Nicking cars, Claude.

What is it? Have you found him?

No. Sorry. Could we have a word?

Who is it?

Hello. I need a quick word with your husband.

Is it about Peter?

I just need to speak to him.

Look, sergeant, is this really necessary?

It's about your movements today.

I been over this with Constable Bradley.

Could we talk in private?

Bellamy, would you sit with Mrs Mansfield?

Shall we...?

Don't scream. I'm not going to hurt you.

Listen.

I need you to help me.

Please!

There are a couple of hours unaccounted for.

About the time your son went missing.

What are you trying to insinuate?

I had nothing to do with Peter's disappearance.

What were you doing between the hours of . and . ?

I...

I was with someone.

And will she verify this?

Yes! Look...I never intended it to happen. It just did.

Hazel doesn't have any time for me.

She's only interested in Peter.

- So, you resent Peter? - No!

I wouldn't do anything to hurt him.

You must believe that.

I love them!

Shh. This way.

Are you sure?

Right. Come on, then.

Debbie?

Paula? What are you doing?

Nothing, Matron.

Do you want something?

No.

- BRADLEY: Evening, Gary. - MRS COLLINS: You know him?

We've met. Can you explain what you're doing here?

Well, he's trespassing. And things have been stolen.

Really? What kind of things?

Nappies. Baby food.

Why would I want nappies? I've never pinched owt.

No. Except cars and lorries.

Yeah, well, I only borrowed 'em.

BRADLEY: It's not the first time, is it?

I had to see my baby!

Your baby?

And Debbie.I don't want her to give him up.

-Oh, Gary. - GARY: Don't give him up.

I'll look after you, as soon as I get out.

You should have told me before.

I did. I wrote to you from Borstal. Loads of letters.

- You didn't write back. -I never got any letters.

SIGHS

Mum and Dad. They must have stopped 'em.

Come on. We've got to go.

Can't I have five minutes? Just Debbie and me?

I won't run away. I promise.

I have to get you picked up. You have till then.

I've called him Robert.

Can I show him t'baby?

You'll need to get washed before you go, young man.

Can't hold a baby with those dirty hands.

Debbie, show him where the sink is.

Seems to have brought half the garden in with him.

Must have been tramping about for hours.

Edie would choose today to let me down.

Just look at the mess he's left in here.

And is it always kept locked?

Do you know the price of nappies?

Well, no... I don't, actually.

So, er... what exactly is missing?

Six nappies, terry. Six nappy liners, muslin.

Two tins, baby milk. Two bottles, baby aspirin.

Er, and how many people have keys?

Just myself and Edie.

Edie wouldn't take anything that didn't belong to her.

Not Edie.

DEBBIE SOBS

I'll wait, Gary. We both will.

Good night, Constable.

Good night.

MOUTHS: I love you.

Come on, mate.

He's all yours, Alf.

Hey, it's your arrest. You do all the paperwork.

Yeah, yeah. See you back at the station.

Come on, love. In you go.

The lock on the cupboard hadn't been tampered with?

BRADLEY: No, sarge.

What do we know about Edie?

She spent years looking after her old dad.

Who died six months ago. She's been on her own since.

I called on her during the search.

How did she seem?

Well, a bit flustered, I suppose,

but that's just Edie.

Let's get up there.

BABY COOS

Well?

Yes.

We don't want to panic her. Go easy with her.

Hello, Edie.

Hello, Mr Bradley.

You don't mind me coming in, do you?

No.

Can I...?

He's a lovely looking lad, isn't he, eh?

He is that.

You'll have lots of young 'uns, Constable.

Oh, I don't know. Maybe.

Hm. That's what I thought.

Then my mam got ill and Dad couldn't cope on his own.

Never had the chance till now.

It's like someone planned it that way.

I went to the shop and I saw him in his pram.

And I picked him up and I just couldn't put him down.

Oh, that's OK, Edie.

Can I hold him?

Give him to me and we'll sort all this out?

Well, he's happy here, Mr Bradley.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

And then my dad died and this house seemed so empty.

You don't know what it's like

to look after someone all them years

and all of a sudden, there's nobody.

Nobody at all.

No. I know.

And all them lasses with their babies.

And some of them don't even want them.

And there's me not being able to have one, ever.

It don't seem right, does it?

No. It doesn't, Edie.

She's not his real mother, you know.

He'll be better off with me.

Them two, they're always rowing and shouting.

I've heard them and she doesn't look after him proper.

You should hear him wheezing and coughing.

I've had to hold him close because he keeps crying.

I know...

He's not been very well recently.

Hazel's very worried about him, you know?

- Is she? - Yeah.

She... she loves him very much.

She... she really does.

I've looked after him real careful.

I know you have, Edie.Erm...

But... look

it's... it's time for his medicine now, isn't it?

OK.

Time for him to go home.

Yeah. Come on.

There we go. Yeah.

GURGLES

Is he all right?

He's fine. None the worse for his adventure.

Oh, thank you!

Thank you! Thank you, all.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Constable Bradley here deserves the credit.

Oh.

I don't know what to say.

I thought I'd lost him.

You're very welcome, Mrs Mansfield.

He's, er, he's a lovely little lad.

GINA: Come on, Hazel. Best get him inside now.

BABY CRIES

HAZEL: Shh, shh, shh.

Not getting broody are we, Constable?

Me, sarge?Nah.

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