08x18 - The Angry Brigade

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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: 'Pay You Back With Interest' by The Hollies

# And sell myself the way I do

# But when my wandering is over

# I'll pay you back with interest

# I'll pay you back with interest

# Most of my life I've been moving

# And when I tire I'll come home to you

# But until then I'll be waiting

# I'll pay you back with interest... #

- Hey, we made good time. - Yes!

Here, you take this. I'll get the rest.

# How cold is my room

# Without your love beside me?

# We look at the same old moon

# But you're not here beside me

# I'll pay you back with interest

# I'll pay you back with interest

Precision notice-posting, Oscar?

Do I detect a note of sarcasm, Constable?

Oh, just observing. Just observing.

Standards, Bradley. A dirty word, I know.

But a sloppy notice board is the first sign you

of a community's on the skids.

Hang on. That's Barry Dixon.

Well, well, well. Doesn't time fly?

I thought he died in bed.

He did. This is the way he wanted to go.

When you think about it, it's only the same as them warrior kings

who are buried with their horses,

so they could carry on when they reach the other side.

Really?

So what you're saying is this is Jim's idea of a career move, is it?

His widow had to respect his last wishes, Claude.

Mind you, from the look of his box, he must have left her a few bob.

Well, he had a nice little number going, did Jim.

I mean, sweeping chimneys were only his bread and butter.

He made his jam with a ceremonial role.

Ceremonial role? What were that, then?

Folks used to book him for weddings to bring the contestants good luck.

- Did they? - Mmm.

Two pounds for sweeping a chimney, seven for a wedding.

What's his missus doing with the rest of his paraphernalia?

I don't know. Why?

I think I'd better get around there, before she decides to send him off

with any more of his fixtures and fittings.

DOORBELL RINGS

- Hello, Mum. - Hello, dear.

- What's up? - You've got a visitor.

You shouldn't have let him in.

He said you and him were close. What does he want?

The money, Mrs Dixon.

He's just come out of prison. He hasn't got any money.

My bosses seem to think differently.

What boss?

They're the ones who paid out after your Barry here did that bank.

He's a bounty hunter for the insurance company.

My son's done his time. Now let him be.

I said we were close, Mrs Dixon. And that's how it'll be from now on.

Like Siamese twins. Eh, Barry?

Ah!

Another orange juice and a half of bitter, please.

Fresh glasses for house guests, Mr Tidy.

- Oh, thank you. - Have you planned your route, then?

Yes, we're going over the moor via Falling Foss.

- That'll be nice. - Do you know it?

Well, no, I'm not a great rambler, to be honest!

I spend enough time on my feet as it is.

But people say how lovely the views are near that waterfall.

Good.

- That's half a crown, please. - Oh.

Ta.

Nice couple.

I think they might be in for a disappointment.

- GINA: Why? - I heard Lord Ashfordly

was closing the right of way.

How can he do that?

It's his land, Gina! He can do what he wants.

They'll find another route.

How do you want me?

Well, usually I ask customers to be themselves.

But there's clearly no point in this case.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm just saying that Jim was a natural in front of the camera,

because he was a chimney sweep.

Was he? Well, I'm paying the bill, so just use your imagination.

Just try and get my best side.

Well, let's just say your least worst, shall we?

We hadn't better.

DOOR CLOSES, BELL RINGS

- Morning lads. - Morning, Sarge.

Oscar! What can we do for you?

Well, it's more what I can do for you, Ventress.

Larry Dixon, do you remember him?

Yes.

Well, he's out of clink.

I saw him getting off the bus at Aidensfield, yesterday.

Well, what of it?

Well, we all know why he's come back, don't we?

And I thought Craddock could do with an early warning.

Well, you're too late, Oscar. Dixon's beaten you to it.

The way I see it, I've done my porridge.

All I want now is a normal life.

In Aidensfield?

For the time being, yeah. Till I get myself sorted out.

I grew up there. My mother still lives there.

She's all the family I've got.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr Dixon,

but what you've described doesn't constitute an offence.

So he can harass me and my mum day and night, can he?

SCOFFS

Rules for some, rules for others.

Well, I suppose you could try handing the money back.

Are you sure we're at the right place?

Of course! We've been over it enough times.

WOMAN SIGHS

WOMAN: What are we going to do?

Well, if we don't take this route, we're lost.

It's clearly marked as a right of way.

Oh, I say we take it!

MUSIC: 'Come On Let's Go' by Tommy Steele

# Let's go little darling

# And tell me that you'd never leave me

# Come on, come on, let's go

# Ah, again, again, again and again

# Well, now, swing me, swing me all the way down there

# Come on, let's go little darling

# Let's go, let's go again, once more

# Well, I... #

HORN BLARES

HORN BLARES

- Ah, pretend we haven't heard. - Suppose he comes after us?

Oh, it's got nothing to do with him. Come on.

# Let's go, let's go let's go, little sweetheart

# And then we can always be together #

Sergeant Blaketon.

Mr Blaketon to you, Dixon. I'm a civilian now.

Oh, out to grass, eh?

Not exactly. I run the post office in Aidensfield.

So can cross that off your list of possibles for starters.

Like an elephant, you are, Sergeant Blaketon.

The memory, the ears...

Ten years inside hasn't knocked the cockiness out of you, has it?

Sorry, Sergeant, no.

I came to warn you about him, Craddock.

What did he want, Sarge?

The insurance company's put Ed Baxter on his tail.

He's complaining about harassment.

What does he want? Protection?!

He's a free man, Mr Blaketon,

entitled to same as any other member of the public.

That's what you think.

He may have done his time, but he's back now to finish the job

and scarper with his stash.

And you expect us to stop him?

Stolen money remains stolen money. So it's over to you, Sergeant.

Well, any one fancy a spot of overtime

leaning on the lamppost outside Mrs Dixon's?

- Well, I'm... - That was a joke, Ventress.

- Morning. - Where are you going?

- We're going to Falling Foss. - Didn't you read the signs?

- It's a public right of way, mate. - It's closed.

- Who says? - Lord Ashfordly.

- With whose permission? - He doesn't need permission.

You're wrong there, mate.

So you can't read or listen?

- Ron, let's go back. - No. No. What harm are we doing?

This area's for grouse, mister.

For the breeding feeding and sh**ting of them.

Now head on back to the road.

Not on your life.

DOG BARKS, RON YELLS

Ron, are you all right?

- You must have frightened him. - WOMAN: Come on, Ron, let's go!

Go on. There's plenty of walking the other side of the moor.

It's probably unnecessary.

A wise precaution, Mr Tidy.

- You say the dog was on a leash? - Yes.

How did it happen, then?

I must have walked too near, I suppose.

Nonsense! The keeper set the dog on you.

- I don't think so, Doreen. - He did! I saw it.

And this was one of Lord Ashfordly's keepers?

We assume so.

Well, if I were you, I'd have a word with Constable Bradley.

You had every right to be on that path.

We don't want to cause any fuss, Doctor.

- OSCAR: No. - What do you mean, no?

There's no way that's going up in my window.

It's obtaining money under false pretences.

What are you talking about?

What do you mean, what am I talking about?

"Available for weddings to bring you luck."

Yea, well, I've bought Jim Fiddler's business, haven't I?

And all the gear that goes with it.

That's as may be.

But you didn't buy the right to dole out luck.

You'll have to climb up a few chimneys

before you can claim that one.

I remember the time you said "luck" was my middle name.

That's because I never put you behind bars.

Who'd have thought you'd have ended up behind them.

- How's the arm? - It's not bad, Doctor.

- Yeah? - Yeah, yeah. I'll survive.

- Good. All right. - Thanks for everything.

Your guests can't think we're too friendly in these parts.

MARY: I know. I should have warned them.

Somebody said they closed the path.

- Have they complained to Mike? - I don't think so.

After all, it was them who were trespassing.

Mary, that path's been a public right of way for years!

Well, it isn't now.

Evening, Mary. A pint of bitter, please.

Ah, just the man.

Why is that? I don't owe you a drink, do I?

No, no, no. There's somebody over here I'd like you to meet.

Excuse me, I don't mind paying if I have to.

But do you reckon you could put that... hang this up, somewhere?

All right.

By the way, I've been looking through Jim Fiddler's books

and apparently he were due to come here to do your chimneys.

I know. I'll have to find a replacement now.

What do you think I am?

And what did you ever know about cleaning chimneys, Claude?

Plenty. I'm thinking of using the traditional Dickensian method.

I mean, he don't know it yet, but I'm putting David on a diet!

LAUGHS

Well, look, I'm sorry your holiday's got off to such a bad start.

- Better luck tomorrow. - Yeah.

Sorry, Mike, that's not good enough.

Mr and Mrs Tidy were assaulted!

It sounds like more of an accident to me, Neil.

The moment they defied the "Keep Out" signs they were set upon.

- Well, I wouldn't go that far. - It is private land.

With the public right of way marked on every map and guidebook.

Lord Ashfordly is riding roughshod over the access agreement!

Look, whether it's right or wrong, it's not a police matter.

It's between Lord Ashfordly and the county council.

If you all feel so strongly about it I suggest you have a word with them.

- Very nice to have met you. - Thank you.

NEIL: We can't let this stop here.

If you're happy to try again tomorrow, we'll see you on your way.

What do you think, Ron?

You've got nothing to lose.

- All right? - I'll get you a drink.

Oh, cheers.

Thanks. Oh, hello. How are you?

Fine, thanks.

Er, can I get you a drink?

Too late, Mike. It's on the house.

Thanks, Gina.

So, working overtime?

Well, just later than usual.

But I was in the village

and Gina wanted some advice on a licensing matter.

You seem less desk-bound than me.

Probably. But it gets me out from under my uncle's beady eye.

- Bit of a tyrant, is he? - No, he's a dear! But he fusses.

So, erm... is he the reason you're up in this part of the world?

Well, more or less.

But all this... I mean, you don't get a bit bored?

No, not really. Well, at least, not for the moment.

Anyway, you came up from the Smoke, didn't you?

So you're a bit of an oddity yourself.

That makes two of us, then, doesn't it?

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Thank you, Kelly. Most useful.

If there's anything else, sir?

No, no. Mr Judd and I will deal with this.

You just concentrate on getting those horses on their toes

ready for Thirsk and Redcar.

Yes, Lord Ashfordly. Good night, sir.

I want the pathway patrolled throughout daylight hours.

Yes, sir.

These troublemakers, Geordies, you say?

I believe so, sir.

Well, we'd better show them how we do things round here, hadn't we?

Yes, sir.

DOG BARKS

GLASS SHATTERS

Morning, Mr Cooper.

- Gentlemen. - ALF: Morning.

"Power to the people."

DOG BARKS DISTANTLY

Quiet!

ALF: The dog was with you, I suppose?

- Aye. - What time did you get back?

Just passed midnight.

I was in a card school with some of the lads.

- Which lads? - Estate workers.

And some lads from the stables.

Have you any idea who might have done this?

Yes, I do. And so do you.

All right if I board the window up now?

Yes. Go on.

- So, er... what do you think? - Not much.

Hey, that's not much good. That's got less hair than me, that!

Oi! What are you two up to?

We're making an attempt on the land speed record

with the aid of a brush.

- What does it look like? - Are you doing Dixons' chimney?

Yes. And what's it got to do with you? In that order.

Listen. If you find owt up their flue, will you let me know about it?

We might. If the rewards were just.

Oh, there'll be summat in it for you, if you find owt.

Any chance of a few quid upfront, just in case we don't?

What's the state of play?

A slogan's been painted on the side of the house

and a window's been broken. - No entry?

Mr Cooper says they got in down there.

- How does he know that? - His dog told him.

He thinks if was a revenge attack by the couple from Newcastle.

Talk to them. Or I'll never get Lord Ashfordly off my back.

Sarge, I can't see a stranger to the area

finding their way here in the middle of the night.

I mean, it's hard enough to find in daylight.

It seems as though they used sheep dye to scrawl on the walls and door.

- Meaning? - It's likely the work of a local.

Just find them and ask them down to the station.

The station, Sarge? Isn't that a bit previous?

I'm just nipping trouble in the bud, Bradley.

That's it, David! Lovely! Pull it back, David.

Ah, Mrs Dixon. I don't think you'll have any more trouble.

- Thank you, Mr Greengrass. - Thank you very much.

- Pleasure to do it. In't it, David? - Yes.

Would you like a little bit of your soot for your garden?

- Yes. Thank you. - David will look after that.

Thank you very much indeed.

Well? Did you find owt, then?

Oh, yeah. Is this what you were looking for?

Gina, we want to talk to the Tidys. Are they still upstairs?

You've just missed them, Mike.

They popped out with Neil and Maggie.

- Do you know where? - Not for certain, no.

Are they trying to walk the same path as they did yesterday?

- We need to question them, Gina. - Why?

A keeper's cottage was vandalised last night.

You can't think it was the Tidys. They were here.

- You sure about that? - Yes.

When was the last time you saw them?

About o'clock.

- When did you turn in? - About quarter past.

Could they have left the pub after that?

Well, they've got a key, if that's what you mean, Alf.

But come on!

MIKE: Lord Ashfordly says they're stirring up trouble.

Rubbish. It's him who's causing the trouble!

There's a petition on the bar signed by others who think the same.

Claude Greengrass and David are here to sweep the chimney.

- Better take the washing in. - OK.

- A petition? - Yeah.

And you can sign it on your way out, if you want.

MOTORBIKE REVS

- Mr Scripps? - Yeah?

Barry Dixon.

- What can I do for you? - I'm after a job.

- Oh, yeah? What's your trade? - I've done all sorts.

Toy-making, gardening, car maintenance.

- They kept you busy inside, then? - You've got it, Mr Scripps.

I can't deny I do need a hand. Temporary, nothing permanent.

Whatever. Something just to get me on my feet.

As it happens, the regular gravedigger, Claude Greengrass,

has turned his hand to chimney-sweeping.

- Can you dig a grave? - I reckon so.

I've done a bit of tunnelling.

Yeah. Well...

- Is he with you? - Sort of.

- Is he looking for a job as well? - No, he's got one.

What do you think?

MIKE: They'll be down the other side. Come on.

Oh, here they come!

I thought you at least could read, Doctor.

You have no right to stop us, Mr Judd.

JUDD: You're trespassing.

We've been using this path for years.

When Lord Ashfordly's seen fit to let you.

Nonsense. This was a right of way before Ashfordly was even born.

- Step aside. - Go back to the road, Doctor.

Going to set the dog on all of us, are you?

- Neil! - Keep the dog steady.

- Neil. What's going on? - They're trespassing, Constable.

You know that's not true, Mike. Tell them to let us through.

Well, it is private land, Neil.

You'll have to sort it out with the council.

Oh, I see.

Besides, we'd like Mr and Mrs Tidy to accompany us down to the station.

- What? - What for?

MIKE: To answer questions about an incident.

- What incident? - That's between them and us, Neil.

They were at my house the other night!

- Mike, what's happened? - They're nowt but vandals.

- That's enough, Cooper. - What's he talking about?

It's all right, Mrs Bolton. We don't want to cause any trouble.

MIKE: Come on.

And you were in the bar until then?

Ten-ish, yes.

- MIKE: Then where? - We went to our room.

- To sleep? - Not immediately.

I was reading and Ron was listening to the wireless.

CLEARS THROAT

The landlady said she saw you at about . .

- MIKE: Was that downstairs? - Yes.

I'd left my cardigan in the bar.

What do you do for a living, Mr Tidy?

I'm a clerk.

RAYMOND: In the shipbuilding industry?

- Er... No. Why do you ask? - I was curious.

Workers in your part of the world have a reputation, don't they?

For what?

Knowing their rights. Demanding their tea breaks.

It must seem a bit feudal here, kowtowing to the local squire.

I'm a pen-pusher who rambles, I'm not a shop-floor activist.

Really?

Sorry, Sergeant. Miss Lambert's here.

What for?

She says she's representing Mr and Mrs Tidy.

CLOCK STRIKES

- Excuse me. - Thank you.

- Newcastle Bogtrotters? - Pardon?

- It's our rambling club. - Oh, yes.

- Thank you. - Thank you, Miss Lambert.

A pleasure.

- Did Dr Bolton send for you? - Does it matter?

There are miles of paths over the moor, Miss Lambert.

Why on earth make an issue out of just one?

Ashfordly's acting like a bully, and probably illegally.

That's not a police matter. Malicious damage is.

And you really think the Tidys had a hand in this?

- They had a motive. - And so did Ashfordly's keepers.

What do you mean?

They could have staged it to discredit the Tidys.

That's a serious accusation.

Why don't you put it to Lord Ashfordly himself?

I might just do that. I know he won't hear it any other way.

Sergeant.

Watch her.

Yes, Sarge.

Let's be clear. Badly though they've been treated,

this protest is not for Ron and Doreen Tidy's sake,

but for everyone who lives and visits here.

ALL: Hear, hear.

In the past, walkers have gone to jail to win the right to roam.

By reneging on his agreement to give us access,

Lord Ashfordly has shown his contempt for that right.

And with it, his contempt for ordinary people.

Yes! That's the point.

When we arrive en masse tomorrow,

perhaps he'll see things differently.

APPLAUSE

- Evening, Mary. - Evening, Mike.

Pint of bitter, please.

- What's going on in there? - It's a protest meeting.

Protest meeting? More like an insurrection.

I think they want Lord Ashfordly's head on a pole.

Straight up your street, Claude. Why aren't you in there?

With a load of ramblers? Not likely!

And as you well know, Michael, I happen to be a landowner myself.

Oh, yeah! Landowner...

- CLAUDE: Hey... - Mary?

Thanks. When the Tidys set out this morning,

did they ask for a packed lunch and something to drink?

- No. - What about yesterday?

No. Why do you want to know?

Well, I picked up their bags at the station,

and for a full day's hike,

they seemed to be travelling curiously light.

Tell me, how did they... how did they book in here?

By letter. A while back.

- Have you still got it? - Yes, I might have it somewhere.

GENERAL CHATTER

Erm... If I might just say something, Dr Bolton?

Yes, of course, Ron.

CLEARS THROAT

As outsiders, Doreen and myself would like to thank you

for your consideration to us.

When we came here for a few days' rambling,

we little thought it would turn out like this.

ALL CHUCKLE

But since it has, we are determined to return your support, in full.

APPLAUSE

Ah, just one thing.

Rather than confront Lord Ashfordly head on,

might it not be better to do something less predictable?

You sent a confirmation of the booking to this address?

Yes. Why?

It's not the one they gave us in the nick.

- May I, er... - Yes.

Thanks.

MUSIC ON RADIO: 'All I See Is You' by Dusty Springfield

KNOCK ON DOOR

# But the more I try...

- Hello. - Your pen.

- I think. - Yes. Where did you find it?

I... I didn't. Gina did when she was clearing up the pub.

Well, thank you. It was a st present. I would have panicked.

I've just made a coffee. Would you like one?

Well, yeah, yeah, that would be lovely.

Come in.

- Make yourself at home. - Thanks.

- Nice house! - Thank you.

# ..since you loved me...

You shouldn't have put yourself out.

I was, er... I was passing.

Really?

- No. - # Pictures on my mind

# Stand out so clearly...

- Milk and sugar? - Black, no sugar. Thanks.

# No matter what I do, my darling, all I see is you

# You're there in every dream I ever dreamed... #

- So, you weren't passing? - No. I... I took the opportunity.

I see.

So, did you manage to talk to Lord Ashfordly?

Yes. Has Craddock sent you snooping?

No. I was just, er...

- Did you have any joy? - Well, what do you think?

He's a stubborn man, the laird.

And stupid to think the problem will just go away.

When you're going to make sure... it doesn't?

Not me, Constable. The people.

Oh. Yeah. The... people.

Hey, er... is it possible

we can drop the "constable" thing when I'm in my civvies?

In your civvies, but still on duty?

This is some serious map worming you're doing here.

I had heard you were an outdoor-pursuits man.

So, are you with us or against us?

Well, it depends on what you've got in mind.

It's gonna take more than a good turn with a fountain pen

for me to tell you that, Constable.

What's been decided?

Good. Risks? Aye, of course there are risks.

But now this has blown up we'll have to make t'best of it.

RON: You don't think we should wait?

Come back when things have quietened down?

We'll do exactly as I said, Ron.

I've waited ten years for it. And I'll wait no longer.

Newcastle City Police? Charge Office, please.

PC Mike Bradley, Ashfordly Police. In the North Riding.

Thank you.

MIKE: Thanks for your help. I look forward to hearing from you.

You'd better look lively.

The angry brigade are gathering outside the pub.

Really? How many?

Getting on for a dozen, Gina reckons they'll fill a charabanc.

I'd better keep Craddock up to press, then.

- Morning, Mike. - Maggie.

Constable.

From information received, we're expecting upwards of protestors.

Our job's to remain neutral and prevent public disorder.

An as*ault's an as*ault, whether it's on private land or not.

- CLAUDE: Here's my bona fides. - Your what?

Letters of recommendation from satisfied customers,

proving that I'm a fully ordained and practicing sweeper of chimneys.

Are you telling me that all these people

actually let you into their homes?

Not only let me, Oscar. Welcomed me with open fireplaces.

So just admit you're wrong and get me advert stuck up.

Bellamy, take a hike, find out what Ashfordly's men are up to.

Right, Sarge.

Ventress, you show everyone else the lie of the land.

Sarge. Right, you two down here. John, stand by the van.

Delta Alpha Two-One to Panda One.

"Have they left yet, Bradley?"

Not yet, Sarge. There's about... about a dozen and growing.

Come on, Oscar. Don't mess about.

Morning, Greengrass. Oh, morning, Mr Welford.

You'll be on hand for Cynthia's big day?

Can a duck! I'm honouring Jim Fiddler's bookings.

- At the agreed price, of course. - That's splendid.

It's a silly superstition, but it all adds to the day.

We'd like you outside the church, as is the custom.

But also at the house,

when she leaves with me, before the wedding.

Oh, aye. Right. Well, we'll be there.

And I'll be putting a couple of bags of soot in as well,

you can use on your flower beds.

That's very kind of you, Claude.

All part of the service. Only five bob extra.

They're over the brow, Sarge.

- Fifteen of them carrying sticks. - Any shotguns?

- I don't think so. - Well, that's something.

- Bye, Mike. - Maggie.

Mike.

Morning, Constable.

- Ta-ra, Mike. - Gina. Where's Mrs Tidy?

Oh, I think she's gone down with flu. She's better off in bed.

Panda One to Delta Alpha Two-One.

Yes, Bradley?

The bus has collected them, Sarge. There's about of them.

I'll follow them up.

PROTESTORS: # ..along the mountain track

# And as I go, I love to sing my knapsack on my back

# Hur-ree, hur-rah #

VAN AND SINGING RECEDES

MUSIC: 'The Virginian' by Geoff Love

ASHFORDLY: Spread out, gentlemen. Across the pathway.

- All right? - Aye.

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police, can I help you?

No, he's not here, but can I take a message?

Newcastle City Police.

Shouldn't we be seeing something by now?

Perhaps the bus stopped to pick up more.

PROTESTERS SING

- ALL: # Fol-der-ee - ROY: # Fol-der-ee

- # Fol-der-aa - # Fol-der-aa

- # Fol-der-ee - # Fol-der-ee

# Fol-der-aa-ha-ha ha-ha, ha-ha... #

The stewards at Thirsk want you to use the east entrance today, OK.

- Right. - Come on, we're running late!

- # Fol-der-ee - What the heck's this?

- Everybody out! Come on! That's it! - Everybody out!

Spread out! That's it. Over there!

Spread out. Spread out, please.

Stay there. Good morning. Peaceful protest.

Fully within rights of the law.

Keep going. That's it, fill the box.

- That's it! Get on. Come on. - That's it!

MIKE SIGHS

Come on, out of it!

This is a peaceful protest. No force, please.

Lord Ashfordly's paid fees for these horses.

If they miss the races, you lot are for it.

- Now get that bus moved! - Sorry, Mr Kelly.

Phone the police.

PROTESTORS: # We shall not we shall not be moved

# We shall not we shall not be moved #

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police, can I help you?

No, he's not here, but can I take a message?

The bus is at the stables?

But isn't Constable Bradley there?

Sarge, the protesters, they're at Lord Ashfordly's stables.

What, the whole bus full?

They've gone to the stables. Everyone down there fast!

Come on, gentlemen! Move, move, move!

I don't suppose you saw who did this?

Do I look like a grass, Mr Bradley?

BIKE REVS

BAXTER: Oi!

Come on! Let's get after him, then!

- Mike! Mike! - What is it?

- Oh, come on! - Two messages.

Go on.

One from Newcastle City Police.

According to their files,

they questioned Ron Tidy in connection with a robbery

at the bank where he was working.

What bank robbery?

In Newcastle, a while back.

They caught the main man

but they suspected Tidy had been the inside accomplice.

But they could never prove anything.

- Who's Ron Tidy? - Well, what's the other one?

The bus hasn't gone to the moor.

It's picketing Lord Ashfordly's stables, instead.

The stables? You sure?

Gina said they were gonna spring a surprise.

- Was that Ron Tidy's idea? - I think he was in on it, yes.

Sergeant Craddock and Ashfordly's men

are on the way to the stables now.

- So the moor's unguarded. - I don't know.

I've got a good idea where Barry's going. Thanks. Come on.

Cheers, Bernie.

MUSIC: 'Johnny B Goode' by Freddie And The Dreamers

PROTESTORS: # We shan't be moved

# We shall not we shall not be moved

# We shall not we shall not be moved

SHOUTS AND SCUFFLES

Bellamy, get some men between these parties!

SHOUTS

# Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

# There lies a little wood back in the evergreens

# In a little cabin made of earth and wood

# There lived a country boy called Johnny B. Goode

# He never ever learned to read or write so very well

# But he can play his guitar just like a'ringing a bell

# Go, go

# Go, Johnny, go, go, go

# Go, Johnny, go, go, go

# Go, Johnny, go, go, go

# Go, Johnny, go, go, go

# Go, go, Johnny B. Goode

# He carried his guitar in a little sack

# Went and sit him down By the railroad track

If your officers are unwilling to remove these people, Sergeant,

I'll instruct my own men to do it.

Whatever you get your men to do, they won't be able to shift the bus.

- Why not? Where's the driver? - There, but he hasn't got the key.

- Then who has?! - We don't know.

This is impossible!

SHOUTING

You are a disgrace to your profession!

MUSIC: 'Roadrunner' by The Animals

# Yeah, babe

# C'mon, baby

# Ooh, ooh-ooh

# Ooh, ooh-ooh

- # I'm a roadrunner, baby! - BAXTER: He's here. My bike's here.

# Can't keep up with me

# Ooh, I'm a roadrunning man

# You can't keep up with me

# Yeah

# C'mon, let's have a race

# Baby, baby, you will see

# Oh, take my hand, baby

- # Yeah, yeah - MIKE: Baxter! This way!

# Take my hand, baby

# I want to prove to you that I'm a roadrunning man

# Yeah, I want to tell you something

# Ooh, oh-oh

# I'm the fastest in the land

# Oh, c'mon, see my hand, babe?

To your right!

# Yeah #

- The police are here. - Let's go!

It's too risky, Ron! He's done his time!

CAR ENGINE STARTS

Down! He's by the waterfall.

BAXTER: That's where the money is! I'm going in.

Hey! Hey!

BAXTER: He won't get away from me this time!

Surprise, surprise, Dixon! We've got you now!

- Get away from him, Baxter! - Tough luck, Barry!

All them years, just dreaming about this moment.

Go on! Make a run for it! I could do with some exercise!

Give up the money, Barry. Come on.

Come on, Barry, no fuss! The game's up, son!

- You stay there! - Or what?

Come on, Barry. Come on, mate.

- Don't be stupid, Barry! - I waited ten years for this!

- BAXTER: Don't be so stupid, Barry! - I'm not gonna let you have it!

- BAXTER: No! No! - Go on!

BARRY: Go on, swim for it!

LAUGHS

BAXTER: I'll get you for this, Dixon, if it's the last thing I do!

- I swear I'll get you for this! - Swim for it. You look like a duck!

Go on. Is it worth it? There you go.

Here. Don't spend it all at once.

LAUGHS

BARRY: Ah, you daft pillock!

So, there really was gold in them there hills!

- What happens to Dixon, now? - Nothing. He's done his time.

And the Tidys?

Nothing but circumstantial evidence to connect them to the money.

Ah! Constable. Miss Lambert. Come in.

Hey, Mr Greengrass, you look just like that bloke out of that film.

Who's that, Al Jolson?

No, you know, er... Julie Andrews.

What are you on about? I'm much taller than she is.

No, Mary Pop-up. Pop-out. Poppins!

She were in it and that bloke, he were in it, as well.

So will we be if we don't get to this wedding.

So will you get in t'truck.

d*ck Van d*ke.

Who's he, then?

Get in, will you?

But some of these maps are years old.

Yes, they are.

And what they show are a number of forgotten by-ways

crossing your land.

Some of which you've actually built over.

I'd contest any application to the council.

Of course, but do you really want to take the risk?

How many people know about these?

In general, maps are open to scrutiny to whoever's interested.

But as for these, well, these haven't been disturbed for years.

So, just you two?

As far as we know.

- This meeting is in confidence? - Of course.

- Constable? - Yes, sir.

Then in view of the depth of local feeling,

access to Falling Foss will be reopened.

- Thank you. - No climb-down implied.

Absolutely not.

A goodwill gesture by you, to reconcile the community.

Quite.

Have you seen Ron Tidy? He wasn't on the bus coming back.

- They've gone. - Gone?

Left their money in their room and took off.

Why?

Something to do with the excitement I shouldn't wonder.

Oh, I'm worn out.

What you need is bed and a nice hot bath.

Oh, yeah!

Shame we're opening in ten minutes.

- Well, thank you both. - Lord Ashfordly.

- Constable. - Sir.

So, that's an end to it.

Not quite. I've still got to find out who let down my tyre.

Right.

Now listen. Just make sure he sees what you're doing, all right?

Down here.

Ah, Mr Welford.

- By 'eck, Cynthia, you look lovely. - Thank you, Mr Greengrass.

I wish I were years younger. You could be my mother.

Greengrass, can you please just do what you're supposed to.

What? Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Now you will make sure you won't get any soot on her, Claude.

This dress cost me a fortune.

Don't worry about it. You're dealing with a professional.

Greengrass. Please?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

COUGHS

Under the power invested in me

as a fully qualified traditional chimney sweep,

may this symbolic kiss bring you all the luck in the world.

DOG BARKS

CYNTHIA: Oh! Oh!

Oh!

You brute!

DOG BARKS

You stupid idiot, Greengrass! What are you playing at?

You've ruined the dress, ruined the wedding!

You're completely useless!

You're a walking disaster, you are! I'll 'ave you, I will!

# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

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