09x04 - Puppet On A String

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

MICHAEL: So, uh...

how long has it been now, Alf?- days.

- Not a single one?- Not so much as a f*g end.

You'll never do it.

Huh! Just you watch me.

TYRES SQUEALING

Did you get his number plate?

- Alf. It was going a bit fast.- Why not?

I was driving the car!

VERA: Alison? Is that the post?

Yes, Mum.

Bring it in, will you?Your dad's just off.

Bills and circulars.It can all wait till tonight.

I've got something specialfor your tea.

Ooh. Is it er...

Is it lamb?

If I tell you, it won't be special.You'll just have to wait.

- Bye, love.- Bye.

See you tonight.

- Alison.- What?

Oh. Bye, Dad. See you tonight.

Be careful!

I haven't ordered that from Londonfor you to turn it into firewood

in my driveway.

Better as firewood, if you ask me.

Well, nobody is.

If I wanted it dented,I'd have ordered it locally.

CAR DOOR SHUTS

MAGGIE: Faith,if you won't listen to me,

how can I help you?

I'm over , and I'm going to die.

You just need a dialysis machine.

- I'll have it.- You will?

'Course I will.There's a plug over there.

I keep telling you.You have to go to the hospital.

And I keep telling you,I'm not going to hospital.

It's only for a day at a time.

Be that as it may, I'm stillnot going to any hospital.

Now, Faith...

Hello, Claude!Are you my knight in shining armour?

I might be a knight,

but I'm not wearingany shining armour.

I'd have had nowhereto put these eggs.

I'll see you next week, Faith.

FAITH CHUCKLES BREATHLESSLY

Ta-da, Mag.

Claude.

Now, Claude...

I've been waitingfor right the moment to tell you.

We're going to have some fun,you and me lad.

Are we?

Take your driving licenseand insurance

to any police stationwithin five days.

These aren't exactly London streets.

They probably got carried away.

So, you're from down south,I take it.

Mmm.

Born and bred.

Don't you miss it?

Oh, no.I got so tired of that world.

What world's that, exactly?

Oh, you know, modelling,parties, fashion sh**t.

Always having to look fab.

Moving up here must be uh...quite a change for you.

It has its compensations.

- You don't sound local either.- Me? No, er...

No, I moved up here from the Met.

Oh. Well,we must get together then, and...

swap stories about the Smoke.

Cigarette, Officer?

No, thank you, madam.

Georgian?

Me dad gave it to me.

He said it was worth thousands.

Take it to any antique dealer.

Do you know one?

Aye, one or two.

But what are you selling it for?

When I was a lass of ...

I married my Walter.

He were such a fine young man.

We went on our honeymoonto The Excelsior Hotel

at St. Ives in Cornwall.

I want to stay there again,before I go.

You'll help me, won't you, Claude?

'Course I will, Faith, but...

Are you sure, love?

I want you to sell all this lot.

Just give me enough to pay fora first-class ticket to St. Ives

and a week at The Excelsior,and we'll split the rest.

Don't talk daft.

If you don't, Claude,somebody else will.

They probably will.

They'll probably rip you off,an' all.

All right. But only tillwe get enough for your trip.

And then we'll have a chat.

Thank you, Claude.

Eh, you're not a bad lad.

'Ey. Don't you starttrying to give me a good name.

DOOR OPENS

Well, well, well,as I live and breathe.

If it isn't Mr. Plod.

How are you, Alf?

I heard you moved back.London bad for your health, is it?

How do, Constable Bradley?I'm Tom Lowson.

I'm sorry, have we...

I've retained the servicesof a local solicitor,

Jackie Lambert.

She mentioned you.

I see you've metmy new bride, Mandy.

They were cautioningthe delivery van

for careless driving.

It's a quiet part of the country'round here.

We want to keep it that way.

Ah! What did I tell you, Mandy?

People in this part of Yorkshire,friendliest folk in world.

They certainly are.

TOM LOWSON LAUGHS

METALLIC SCRAPING

Mr Greengrass. What have you done?

Getting out of the lorry,I poked my flaming finger in my eye.

What did you do that for?

'Cause David, there is so littlepleasure in the world today,

I thought it'd be lovelywhen I stopped.

What are you doing here, anyway?

See that? Cast iron, that is.

One of Mrs Washbrook'swashing line posts.

Why are youcluttering this place up with it?

She's bought one of themnew drying machines.

She won't need to hang her washingout anymore.

I'm pleased to hear it.

I've got no time for that.

You said I had to startcollecting scrap.

I know, but we've got another job.

I've just come from Faith Trueman's.She's not very well.

I promised, that we're gonna get herenough money

to send her on a trip to Cornwall,by selling some of her stuff.

Mind you, if this clockis what she thinks it is,

it should more than cover it.

She thinks it's Georgian.

George who?

Not George who, Georgian!

It's not a person,it's a period, you poultice.

It's not just an old clock, then.

David, when you put the wordsclock and old together

they usually come to a few quid.

HE KNOCKS

- Mr Bradley?- Yeah.

- Sign here, please.- What for?

- What's that?- It's a chair, sir.

- Are you sure?- Quite sure.

No, I'm sorry. I didn't order this.

No, sir, a J Lambert paid for it.

Really?

Very eye-catching, isn't it?It's a Luigi Bonomi design.

Uh-huh. That's good, is it?

Top name in fashion design, Sir.

Very popular in Milan,New York, and London.

What about Aidensfield?

You're the first, sir.

There you go.

OSCAR: Gina? I need to talk to yousometime about the insurance.

- What about it?- Well, mainly, if there is any.

Oh, hello. It's er...Sandra Lowson, isn't it?

That's right. How did you know?

Just tell your dad,Oscar Blaketon sends his regards.

Did you know Dad when he was a lad?

Everyone knew Tom Lowson.Some of us will never forget him.

Gina? In the snug. Now.

Hey, what's up?

Everything.

Like what?

- Like everything.- Oh, come on.

I got really bad mock results.They wrote to my parents.

What did they say?

I burnt the letterbefore they could read it.

SHE CHUCKLES You've got style.

Is that all you're worried about?

No.

D'you know what I dowhen I'm feeling blue?

Come on. I'll show you.

Nothing since?

OK, thanks. No, that'll be all.

HANGS UP PHONE

- PHIL: Any luck?- You?

Nothing, I don't know whyAlf's got us chasing around on this.

What's got into him?

It's what's not got into him.

It's that stupid bet of yours,

he's sufferingfrom nicotine withdrawal.

Well let's give him a f*g thenfor pity's sake.

I can't stand any more of this.

I never thought I'd miss Craddock.

I thought it was gonna be a holidaywhen Sarge went on that...

..Outward Bound thingy.

DOOR UNLOCKS

Right. What have you two got for me?

HE COUGHS Er... Erm...

Tom Lowson is the Managing Directorof Lowson Haulage.

They have a fleet of vehicles,with head offices in Grimsby.

- No form at all?- Nothing.

You've missed something out, Mike.

I'm waiting for a call backabout truck routes from Liverpool.

During the w*r, Tom Lowsonwas the biggest black marketeer

in the North Riding.

Leopards don't change their spots.

MUSIC: 'Puppet On A String'by Sandy Shaw

You've made a mistake.I asked for Sergeant Pepper

it's got Revolver inside.

You'd better check Revolverto see if Sergeant Pepper inside.

No. It's just got Revolver.

Can't you check in the back?

No, we're out.

All right. Thanks, see you.

MOUTHS INDISTINCTLY

It's all right.

BIKE RUMBLES

SANDRA: Have you got this in purple?

If it's not on the rack,we haven't got it.

Could you check in your back?

We haven't got a back.

I like the stitching,but the colour's wrong for me.

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

Oh, come on. Hurry up!

- Come on.- Come back here!

Stop them!

HEELS CLICKING

Alison, stop!

HAROLD: It's that Sandra Lowson,isn't it?

Her father was a bad lotand she's the same.

No!

It's got nothing to do with her.

Alison, on this occasion,we're going to caution you,

but if anything like thisever happens again,

we'll charge you.

You'll have to go and apologizeto the shopkeepers, you know.

I'm going to have a wordwith Tom Lowson.

You can't tell me that wild daughterof his isn't involved somehow.

I think you should leave that sideof things to us, Mr. Hartley.

DOORBELL JINGLES

Good morning, sir.How can I help you?

I usually go to Sotheby's,but I thought I'd give you a chance.

Oh, yes?

What do you think of that?

- You want a valuation?- Well, I want to sell it, actually.

So long as the price is right.

Of course.

CLEARS THROAT

I think you'll findit's late Georgian.

I made it about... .

Yes. Small readjustment, Mr er...

Greengrass. Claude. Of this parish.

Greengrass. I don't thinkit was made about .

No?

No, I think it wasmade about .

?

Mind you,you could possibly say it's er...

George V.

CASH REGISTER RINGS

Ten bob?

It's probably worth about s and d,but I am by nature a generous man.

Ten bob?

Unfortunately, Mr. Greengrass

the bottom's dropped right outof the market for worthless old tat.

Has it really?

You'll soon be going skint, then.

RADIO ON FAINTLY

HE OPENS THE DOOR

-Is it here?-What?

The chair!It's a Luigi Bonomi, you know.

Really?

- Did he ever try sitting on it?- Well, have you?

- Well, half of me.- I'm sorry?

It's er... it's madefor the smaller Italian bottom.

Nonsense.

See? It's perfectly comfortable.

You'll be the talk of Aidensfieldon this chair.

That's exactly what I'm afraid of.

ALISON: What did they say to you?

Same as you, I guess.Official caution.

- Not the police. Your parents.- Dad don't like coppers anyway.

And I don't care what Mandy thinks.

See, I know my Dad.He'll get tired of her.

I'm going to be a modeland I'll be out of this...

Hey, what's the matter?

You must'nt worryabout the shoplifting.

It's not that. I'm late.

You've been under a lot of strain.Anyone can be a few days late.

It's not just a few days.

I've missed my second period.I must be over eight weeks pregnant.

Have you told anyone?

INHALES SHARPLY

How can I?

My parents'd k*ll me.

Oh, Sandra.

What am I going to do?

SHE KNOCKS

Hiya, Maggie. Um...Can I have a word?

Yes, of course. Come in.

Ta.

Leopards don'tchange their spots, Alf.

That's just what I said.

I've been talking to a few peopleat the golf club.

There's no mortgage on his house.Did you know that?

Where did a man like Lowsonget the money to pay for it?

Exactly.

The first thing you'll have to do,stop his lorries and search them.

- How?- Well, I don't know.

Tyre inspection. Anything.

Right.

You can get into Lowson's house.Can you?

Without a warrant?

Well, Craddock's not around, is he?

You know he's not.

So?

Who's in charge?

You're right.

HE CHUCKLES

Mr Greengrass, You look likeyou lost a bob and found a tanner.

No, David.

I've lost quidand found this lot.

£?

Yeah, for Mrs Trueman.That's how much it's gonna cost.

The Excelsior's five-star.

And Cornwall's a long way.Especially by British railways.

You haven't told herthat Georgian clock wasn't?

David, there is a very sick,

very old lady in there,relying on us.

I just hope there's summatin this lot that's worth summat.

Hey!

Perhaps there'll be another oneof those Georgian clocks in here.

Aye. That's what I'm afraid of.

Get it in.

OBJECTS CLUTTER

Tyre inspection.

♪ Love is just like a merry go round

♪ With all the fun of a fair

♪One day I'm feelingdown on the ground

♪ Then I'm up in the air ♪

I thought this was to bea tyre inspection.

It is.

The state of some of these tyresmight get you an official warning.

Would you open up the back, please?

- Cigarette?- No, thank you.

You know,

Maggie says abortionisn't always the best option.

It's all right for her.She's had her baby.

It's not the end of the world,is it?

How would you feelif you couldn't be a model

because you got pregnant.

OK.

Maybe you could get it adoptedor fostered, or something

Then everyone would know.

Who careswhat this stuffy old village thinks?

My parents.

There must be someone you can tell.

An aunt... Someone like that.

SHE SOBS

Oh, Sandra!

Don't you understand?There's no one.

Everyone'd justbe so disappointed in me.

I can't have this baby.

- It's not like that in London.- This isn't London.

It's a tiny village in Yorkshire.

It's the way folk are round here.

SANDRA: You know...

It can be a bit dangerous.

I don't care if I die.

I've got nothing to live for now,anyway.

What if we went straightto hospital?

Casualty.

They'd just ring your parentsor your GP.

I've done nothing wrongme entire life.

Apart from the shoplifting.

If it were easier to k*ll meself,I'd do it.

Don't have to do that either.

- If you want an abortion...- I don't!

I don't want it. Honest.

I've just got to.

I feel so alone.

Look. I'll get us a name, right?

I'll ring my old boyfriend again.

- We're going to need money.- How much?

Could be up to quid.

quid!

I've only got about £ in the world.

It'll be all right. Trust me.

OK? It will.

HE KNOCKS

How much is it?

Er... s and d.

Sandra? Sandra!

Yes. I know theftis a serious business, Mrs Lowson.

But, we're a bit understaffedat the moment.

And you saythat particular Officer...

HE SHUTS THE DOOR

That particular officerwill be dispatched immediately.

He'll be there in minutes.Thank you, very much madam.

- You've made a conquest.- Oh, yeah?

Who's that?- Mrs Lowson.

ALFRED: Mrs Lowson?

Right. I'm coming with you.

RESIGNEDLY Mr Greengrass!

What manifold delightsdoes your presence herald this time?

- David, open the box.- Take the money!

If you weren't you, I'd hit you.

How much do you wantto stop bringing me this rubbish?

I bet he wouldn't give usthat quid.

That's one bet you'd win.

OBJECTS CLATTER

Just take it away.

OBJECTS CLATTER

He wants to go backto where he come from.

It's a shame we couldn't sellMrs Washbrook's washing line posts.

Hey, that's...that's not a bad idea.

Do you know where she boughtthat drying machine from?

No. I could find out, though.

Can you?

If you do, I'll hire you outas a metal detector.

They stopped you as well?That's the third time this week.

I'm not having any more of this!

ENGINE TURNS ON

Do you usually have £in your purse?

Sometimes, when we lived in Londonand went shopping in the West End.

If I didn't already havean account at the shop.

- And so why now, here?- I went to the bank yesterday.

Look. I know it's her.

You've already cautioned her.I just want her arrested this time.

My husband bought it for me

when he was awayon business in Amsterdam.

I don't know why men likethat kind of thing.

Do you, Constable?

Er... does he um, often... go there?

All the time.

Wonderful invention, tumble dryer.It'll change your life.

I wish summat would.

Do you know her, David?

Who, Mrs Tattersall?She's Mr Tattersall's wife.

Thank you, David.

You never did tell mewhich University you went to.

Make a note of the address.

We'll come back tomorrow.

We can have those postsout of the ground before dinner.

What happensif she won't let us have them?

I'll use me charm.

Hang on. Here we go.

TURNS ON IGNITION

Sarge!

Something the matter, Bellamy?

Besides the boot polishon your desk, that is.

Oh!HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

I thought you was all...outward bound.

Well, let's just say thatthis afternoon I'm inward bound.

And not a moment too soon,by the looks of things.

Miss Lambert. How may we help?

You can startby ceasing to harass my client.

I wasn't aware...Who is your client?

You mean, you know so manywho might fit the description?

Thomas Lowson?

Oh, come on Sergeant.

Random tire inspectionson just my client's vehicles?

Visit to the depot and the house?

Phone calls from the Grimsby police?

I really wasn't aware.

SIGHS Who's in charge here, Sergeant?

Ventress.

What is going on here?

Have you got a warrant, Ventress?

No, we don't.

Then the two of you,get out.

And you...

what do you think you're doing,helping them?

Your wife called us, Mr Lowson.

Reporting the theft of £.

By your daughter.

Oh, that!

HE CHUCKLES

I took it.

What?

I'm sorry, darling.

I didn't have timeto go to the bank.

I looked in your handbag and um...

I'm sorry, gentlemen.You've been wasting your time.

DOOR SHUTS

Don't you ever, everinvite coppers into my house again.

- Can I help you, sir?- Oh er... Yes er... Hello.

I've always been interestedin these big trucks.

I was wondering...

how many milesdo you get out of them?

, a year.

Really?

..And do you ever take them abroad?

Yeah.

What about the left-hand drive?

We've the best driversin the North Riding.

Oh, it must be wonderful.

You know, the open road,driving through the night.

I wish I'd done that.

I was a geography teacher.I'm retired now.

- If you'd excuse me, sir.- Just one other thing.

I was wonderingwhen you take them abroad...

er, how far do you go?

We used to get as far as Hungary.

But now we do a regularTuesday run from Amsterdam.

ENGINE RUMBLES

you'd better shiftthat car of yours.

It'll be scrap metalif you leave it there.

Oh, right. Thanks.

Maggie?

- Hello.- How is he?

Not half as tired as I am.He's been asleep all afternoon.

Lucky for some.

I wish Alf wouldtake a bit of time off.

I was in the pub earlier.

Mandy Lowson was in there

letting everyone knowabout Sandra stealing from her.

Really? Lowson came homeand claimed that he'd taken it.

Anyway, no one's pressing charges.

How much was missing?

Well... £.

What is it, Maggie?

Look, if it's awkward...

If Sandra did take the money...

I think she thinks she's pregnant.

- She came to see me about a friend.- The friend being...

I'm sure she's going totry and get an abortion.

Mandy had to call the coppers!

My mother would have known betterthan to call the police.

I wouldn't have toif you weren't such a little thief.

What do you want with a quidaround here?

I was gonna ask youbut you weren't here.

Gave it to your boyfriend, did you?

No.

What are you going to do about it?

My dad would havebelted her backside.

You're not using the cartill that money's paid back.

Oh, Dad!

Satisfied?

HE SLAMS THE DOOR

It's the only way.

She won't listen otherwise.

I don't think so Claude.

They're no use to you, are they now?

Not now that you've gotyour new tumble dryer.

I never wanted it.

Well, why did you buy it?

My husband, Alan.He wanted to impress the neighbours.

Neighbours?

You've not got none.

Don't you think I know that?

She's not related to you is she?

It's not gonna cost you none.We'll do it for nothing.

You know what, Claude?I think you've convinced me.

I'm glad to hear it.

I mean... if you want 'emthey must be valuable.

I'm hanging on to 'em.

Ta!

- What's wrong with it?- I don't know.

Must be something wrong.

Oh, Sandra,we've got to be in Whitby by one.

I know!

Where are we supposed to go from?

Outside The Aidensfield Arms.

- There you go.- Thanks.

- Maggie. Maggie, can I have a word?- Yes. What is it, Claude?

Well, it's a little bit personal,you know.

Do you want me to step outsidefor a minute, Claude?

No. It's not that sort of personal.

The next bus isn'ttill five past one.

Who does that belong to?

Maggie Bolton, the nurse.

Faith, you know, Trueman.

I was wondering, how bad is she?

If she doesn't have dialysis soon,she may not be with us much longer.

Thanks, love.

CLAUDE: Maggie?

Who are those two girlsin your Land Rover?

ENGINE ROARS

Oi!

SPLASHING WATER

It'll all be overin a couple of hours.

I feel awful.

So, who's the father?

Remember when I went backto Brighton

for those University interviews.

What, the professor?

'Course not.

So, who?

ALISON SIGHS

CLAUDE: You won't need them now,Mrs Tattersall.

- Not now you've got a tumble dryer.- That's only for when it rains.

I like to thinkmy clothes get a nice fresh breeze.

Especially... unmentionables.

There's no charge.We'll take 'em for nowt.

I know there won't.because you're not having 'em.

If it's scrap you're after,come with me.

My husband has now decidedthe w*r's over.

Till last week, he thoughtthe Luftwaffe might come back.

So... you can have that lot.

Hey, that's more like it.

There's a few quid there, David.

It's not washing line posts.

You know, David,I do believe you're right!

Go and get the tool kit.

After the interviews,a few of us went to the pub.

I must have drunkmore than I thought.

It was just so exciting,

being away from homefor the first time.

So what was he like?

He was lovely.

Look out!

TYRES SCREECH

MXG .

Drove off towards Whitby.

Thank you, sir.It's been reported stolen already.

I'll have someone with you shortly.Thank you.

Whitby.

HE DIALS

There you are, Robert.

Thank you.

- Where's Mr Scripps?- Measuring up a client, apparently.

Good job we got that shelter.

How much money have we gotfor Mrs Trueman?

quid.

- That's not enough.- I can count, David!

What are you going to do, then?

I suppose I shall haveto make up the difference.

What, yourself?

Yeah.Unless you want to donate.

You'll give Mrs Truemanthe other...

some of your own money?

Yes.And she's not to know owt about it.

Neither is anybody else,or you're dead.

Why?

I'm not losing my reputationfor you or anybody else.

Have you ever thoughtof banning smoking in here?

It is a pub, Alf.

Smells like an autumn bonfire.

So what have you discoveredabout Lowson?

His lorries are legal,his businesses are legal

and he's got a pornographic dollfrom Amsterdam.

Amsterdam?

That's the only foreign runhis lorries do.

- Well, how often?- Every Tuesday.

So, if we stop that Amsterdam lorry,

..we'll have the answer.

Excuse me. Anyone sitting there?

- No.- Thanks.

Are you going far, then?

Far enough.

SHUTTER CLOSES

Thanks, Sarge.We'll be there in a few minutes.

Turner Street. Know it?

REVVING THE ENGINE Yeah.

- Have a good trip.- Thanks.

ENGINE STARTS

Alf!

Alf!

Oh, Ventress!

We've got to go.Sandra, the police are outside.

What?

How did they get here?

I don't know.

Sit tight. We've done nothing wrong.

Laura, just sit down.

HE KNOCKS

- Yes.- Excuse me.

We've been a bit worried about you.

Do you mind?You can't push in here like that.

If it's um... about the car...

You know what it's about.Now, come on.

There's got to be a better wayof sorting out your mess.

There's nothing wrong with me.

It's me.

I'm the one who's pregnant.

Right. Both of you, go outsideand sit in the car with PC Bellamy.

Come on, girls.

You can't prove owt.

Maybe not.

But we all knowwhat you were planning here.

Now, this may not be my patch,but it is his.

And from now on... he's going to bewatching you like a hawk.

HISS OF AIR BRAKES

What are you doing here?

- I told my solic...- Hello, Tommy. Been a long time.

Oscar? I thought you'd retired.

You know. Once a copper...

There's hundreds and thousands here.This lorry's full of them.

It seems your driver's been pickingup more than appears on the invoice.

You're under arrest, Lowson.

Very anti-smoking is PC Ventress.

Hello, Mag.Hey. This'll cheer her up.

A first-class return to St. Ives,

and an en suite roomfor a week in The Excelsior.

I'm sorry, Claude.

I'm afraid Faith died this morning.

I know you thought a lot of her.

WHISTLES

I don't know what to say. Thank you.

Thanks, Maggie.

Yep. Bye.

SHE SIGHS

What? What's happened?

I'm not pregnant!

Oh, love!

Come in. Sit down.

So, the Lowson houseis now on the market.

It's a steal at £,.

Oh, I'll give my banker a ringin the morning, eh?

My lovely chair!

Jackie, I'm really sorry,I didn't realise...

Mike!

Wha...

I just don't believe it.

- What is it, Alf?- One thing after the other.

I left somelost property forms right here!

Where are they now?

I can't stand any more of this.

Here!

The bet is not due till next week.

I'll have topped myself by then!

And it's for a fiver, not ten.

Call it a bonusfor early completion.

Alf. Do us all a favour.

Go out and buy yourself some fags.

Well... just by chance...

Wait a minute.Aren't those evidence?

These?

And a hundred thousand out the back.