11x17 - Sympathy For The Devil

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

Right, Mrs Moorcroft, I'll get someone over straightaway.

Morning. Anything interesting, Alf?

Well, it's a bit of a strange one, this.

Mrs Moorcroft, Fairways B&B.

It sounds like a break-in, but nothing was taken.

Not much to steal from a B&B, is there?

- Except the week's takings. - Takings from what?

ALF: Mrs Moorcroft's guesthouse.

Thinks she had an intruder during the night.

You'd better go over there and check it out, Bradley.

Sergeant.

MUSIC: 'FBI' by The Shadows

- Goats? - Goats, David.

British Saarnans and Anglo-Nubians to be exact.

Yeah, well, what do we need goats for?

I thought you might like to bathe in the goats' milk.

Give me a hand with this pen.

It's that new health food shop at Ashfordly.

The bloke that runs it reckons he's desperate for goat's milk,

reckons he can't get enough of it.

Isn't that a bit smelly in your bath?

Goats' milk's the latest thing.

It's what all your health-conscious consumers want

on their breakfast cereal. - Oh, do they?

Yes. And we're going to give it to them.

Go and get the ramp.

If you don't fancy milking them, I'll milk 'em myself.

No, no, I'll do it.

There's a knack with goats.

What?

Well, they're different from cows.

You see, David,

that's why I need you. Technical expertise.

MUSIC: 'Paddy McGinty's Goat' by Val Doonican

♪ Now Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note

♪ Fell in for a fortune

♪ And he bought himself a goat

♪ Says he, sure, of goats' milk I'm going to have my fill

♪ But when he brought the nanny home he found it was a Bill ♪

It's a wonder I didn't hear them.

There's that much mess. - And nothing's been stolen?

No, nothing.

They've chucked stuff about mostly.

Do all your guests sign this.

Date, name and address, yes. Why?

The last entries have been torn out.

Have you had any unusual guests recently?

GIRL: No, I'm not going!

Tracey! Tracey, love,

You've got to go to school.

- Is there a problem? - Yeah, staying in this dump!

Tracey!

I'm sorry, Mrs Moorcroft.

Tracey!

Those two unusual enough for you?

Tracey, please! If I could take you back, I would, but I can't.

You know what your dad's like.

TRACEY: He's not a liar, like you!

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare her.

Takes more than a uniform to scare Tracey.

I'll have a word with her when she's calmed down, if you like.

She's a bright girl.

I don't want her to miss out.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

Sounds like you're from London.

Not much gets past you is there?

I'm Sue, Sue Dickson.

PC Mike Bradley, Ashfordly Police.

Just staying here for a while, while we get ourselves sorted out.

Tell me, your daughter,

has she played truant before? - Just since we got here.

She wants to go back to her dad in Whitby.

Any reason why she shouldn't?

He...

Well, let's just say he saw me with another bloke.

Didn't take it too well.

You know.

Look, I know this is probably none of my business, but...

Well, what happened, was he violent?

- I didn't stop to find out. - Right.

But Tracey's still keen to see him?

Joe's her dad and she loves him.

Anyway,

there's no one to blame but me.

Just have to lie low for a while, get some money together.

In Aidensfield?

I can't go back. Not now.

Do you think she'll be all right?

Yeah. We'll catch up with her soon enough.

I feel really selfish making her come.

I just couldn't bear to leave her.

Sorry.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Mrs Moorcroft, I've got all I need for now,

but you can rest assured I will make inquiries.

If you notice

anything has been stolen, or anything is suspicious,

you know where we are.

They'll have to go.

I'm sorry?

Those two. Screaming and shouting

and carrying on.

They have a pretty rough time ahead.

What does she expect?

Running away from her husband!

I've heard her and Tracey rowing about him.

That child needs her father.

You may be right. Still,

throwing them out isn't the answer, is it?

I run a guesthouse, not a borstal.

MUSIC: 'I Put A Spell On You' by Manfred Mann

♪ I put a spell on you

♪ Because you're mine

♪ I don't like the things you do

♪ Oh, baby

♪ I ain't lying ♪

♪ So if you go to heaven

♪ You can bet

♪ A dollar note

♪ That the angel with the whiskers on is Paddy McGinty's goat ♪

- What did he say? - He said,

"Thank you very much."

I want you to tend those goats as if they were your children.

They're going to make us...?

Cheese?

- Rich, David. - Rich?

Savour the word.

We'll have our own shop when we've got a bit of ca...

David?

Well, they might be hungry, Mr Vernon.

She's sure nothing was stolen?

- Yes, Sergeant. - So what do you think?

A Sue Dickson is staying there with her daughter,

running from her husband.

I did see a suspicious bloke hanging around.

It could be him, after his daughter.

- Did you talk to him? - No, I didn't get a chance.

He saw me, then drove off.

I checked with the sergeant of Whitby. He doesn't have a record.

If it is the husband, he is a suspect for the break-in.

Might be worth telling his wife he's around.

Well, with your permission, Sergeant,

I'd rather not scare her until I'm certain it's him.

She has a daughter

and by the look of things, she's been through enough upheaval.

Oscar Blaketon's

got a kid at the pub who's wagging off school,

wonders what to do with her. - I'll go, Phil.

I think I know who it is.

OSCAR: She came in here

wanting half a lager, I told her she was underage.

Then she tries to nick money from the till.

- It's OK, her mother's on her way. - Who is she anyway?

Not seen her round here before.

Tracey!

Mrs Dickson, I think we should talk about this in private.

Why isn't she in school?

All right, Oscar, I'll handle it.

- She'll be there tomorrow. - That's what you think.

Tracey! Thank you so much for finding her.

Mrs Dickson, can I suggest you take Tracey back to Mrs Moorcroft's?

I'll be along in a moment. Oscar?

Thank you.

Going soft in our old age, are we?

I'll have words.

In my day, she would be prosecuted.

Oh, come on, Oscar, you know what teenagers are like.

Of course I do, and I tell you, that one is trouble.

Where's her father anyway?

Whitby. If she doesn't get a job, she'll have to go back.

Take my advice. Leave the waifs and stray

to the welfare department.

They need a cleaner at the school, if that's any use.

Yeah.

I could have a word with the headmistress, I'm going there later.

Well, she deserves a chance.

- I'll see what I can do. - Great. Thanks.

Look, I'd better go. I promised Oscar I'd have a word.

So what's got into him?

The medical name's cardio-hypergenerosis,

otherwise known as a soft heart. Don't worry, it's rarely fatal.

DAVID HUMS CHEERILY

Do you have to make that noise?

They give more

if you hum to them, Mr Vernon.

There you go, good girl.

RESUMES HUMMING Don't get too fond of her, David.

Why, Bernard?

You'll end up getting rid of 'em all, as usual.

Daft idea! - Which is why we've sold

two dozen pints on day one, is it?

It won't last. The yield drops in winter.

VERNON: By then, David and I will be comfortably retired.

Thank you very much.

PHONE RINGS

More thirsty customers.

You were seeing someone else, I know you were.

- Rubbish. - Who was the bloke I saw you with?

That's what you and Dad were rowing about.

Tracey, come on.

Go away.

You're giving yourself another attack. Here.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

Look, love,

I know you don't want to be here

and it's all my fault, but...

I would never do anything to hurt you. You must see that.

MOTORBIKE APPROACHES

Why can't he just leave us alone?

How is she?

I thought I was getting through to her for a minute.

Tracey!

Tracey, no!

Mrs Moorcroft, I'm so sorry, I...

Five minutes.

Get your bags.

GOAT BLEATS

Go on.

Go on!

You haven't even got a proper pen.

- They're happy enough. - Happy?

Goats are never happy.

They're a symbol of lust.

Lust and evil.

Mr Vernon reckons that health-food shop bloke

puts the milk in his bath water.

There you are, then.

Don't tell me, the Co-op want to buy you out.

The health food shop.

They'll take the lot, everything we can produce.

So I could buy you a celebratory drink tonight, dear brother.

Bye, Bernard.

It's working, David. It's blooming working.

GOAT BLEATS

MIKE: There's a good £ 's worth of damage.

Count yourself lucky Mrs Moorcroft isn't making a formal complaint.

I also think it might be an idea to go to school tomorrow.

OK?

Tracey?

She'll be there.

I've asked Dr Summerbee

to include you in her rounds just to check Tracey's asthma.

Where shall I say you're staying?

Erm, I don't know.

We need another bed and breakfast.

Do you know anywhere that would have us?

Try the Aidensfield Arms.

Look, I'll talk to Oscar, see what I can do.

That's settled, then.

See you later.

Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Ashfordly Police.

Hello, Mr Blaketon.

Yeah.

There's a what in your garden?

Up you come.

VERNON: It's just a few leeks, Oscar.

I don't see what the fuss is for.

- But they take so long to grow! - Next time I'm in Ashfordly,

I'll get some more when I'm in there.

OSCAR: If I wanted to buy them, I wouldn't grow my own!

Malicious damage, that's what this is, pure and simple.

VERNON: For pity's sake,

anyone would think I'd eaten them myself!

Oscar's right, Vernon. Best check your pen.

We don't want to have to book you.

Is that it, then?

Only I've got a milk order to fulfil.

Next time, I'll deal with the offending animal myself.

Told you you wanted a proper pen.

All right, Bernie, that'll do.

- What's going on? - Goats' milk.

Vernon's latest business disaster.

Can't think who wants that stuff in their tea.

I bought a pint, it was lovely.

Anyway, can't stop. - Jenny, erm...

I wondered, would you like

a drink or something tonight? - Tonight?

Actually, Phil, I think I'm busy.

Right. Well, OK, I'll... I'll see you later, then.

- Number four. - Thanks, Oscar.

Yeah, brilliant.

OSCAR: I don't include insurance for accidental damage.

You might tell your daughter that. - She'll behave,

I promise.

If you want to thank me, Mike,

tell Vernon Scripps to keep his goats under control.

It's all right, I'll get it.

Look, thanks for all your help.

I don't know what I've done to deserve it.

Is Tracey upstairs?

Er, yes, she's just gone up.

I spoke to the headmistress about that cleaning job.

Basically, it's hers if she wants it.

Excellent.

I'd better take a look at the patient.

Trish...

Thanks. - My pleasure.

Come on.

These goats have done enough damage already.

You're going to have to make sure they don't escape again.

My associate has the matter under control,

thank you, Constable. - Argh.

Yes, so I see.

David, I've got to be in Whitby by half past.

- What's all this about? - It's another health food shop

that's shown a keen interest in our product.

So you're managing to sell this stuff, are you?

Goats' milk? Liquid gold! Walks out of the place.

Oi! - Like the goats.

These goats are our future.

They won't be getting out again, I can assure you of that!

Hey! Hey, clear off!

Go on!

Hey! Oi! Out, go on, out!

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

Goats?

Could you hold a moment, please?

Ashfordly Police.

Oh!

Could you tell me where they are?

Come on!

Yes, the allotments are in our area. I'll get someone round.

Go on!

- Where is everybody? - There's a few goats loose, sarge.

In that case, I suggest you get them back to wherever they belong

before we have any more time-wasters on the phone.

Sarge.

Now, Ventress.

BLEATING AND SHOUTING FROM PHONE

Ashfordly Police.

MAN: Hey!

Come here!

MUSIC: 'Don't Make Me Over' by The Swinging Blue Jeans

♪ Accept me for the things that I do...

MIKE: Oscar?

Oscar, is Sue around?

They're in the snug.

Thanks.

SUE: Hi.

Hi.

We've had a complaint

about shoplifting at the grocers.

And you assumed it was Tracey?

No. The grocer described a girl in clothes

just like Tracey's.

Is this true?

Are you all right?

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY I can't breathe.

I think she's having an attack. Tracey.

Look, I'll call the doctor.

SUE: Come on, it's all right.

The doctor's coming, it's OK.

Breathe. OK? Come on.

♪ Don't make me over

TRICIA: Door's open.

♪ Don't make me over

♪ Now that you've got me...

Everything's going to be fine.

♪ Accept me for what I am

♪ Accept me for the things that I do

♪ Accept me for what I am

♪ Accept me for the things that I do... ♪

Let's hope the leeks don't flavour the milk.

In you go, in you go.

Business is about to boom, David.

The shop in Whitby wants pints on trial.

So get milking.

- I'm sorry, Mr Vernon. - What for?

More of them have gone.

How?

Well, I don't know how!

Perhaps they're homesick.

AMBULANCE BELL

Excuse me, sir?

Excuse me?

Yes? Can I help you?

Joseph Dickson, I'd like to question you about a break-in

at Fairways guesthouse.

Hold on a minute, Joseph Dickson?

Not me, old son.

Simon Warren, Northern Mail.

You've been following Sue Dickson. Why?

Is she a friend of yours, then?

Not exactly, no.

Joe Dickson?

I've never met him.

But that's very helpful, Constable. Thanks very much.

Oh, and... if you find him...

give us a call.

Just hang on a sec.

It's for you. - Male or female?

Blaketon.

Window boxes?

What, all of them?

- Hi, Phil. What can I get you? - A pint, please, Gina.

A few goats on the loose shouldn't be beyond them.

You're my fifth call today.

- Thank you very much. - Ta.

OSCAR: Now listen,

this has absolutely nothing to do with me, councillor or not!

Yes, I appreciate that.

I tell you what,

I'll have a word with the owner's family.

One of them's just walked in.

Yes, I will.

SLAMS PHONE DOWN

Smells all right.

Which is more than can be said for your brother's venture

into diary farming.

- They been at your leeks again? - Not just mine.

Two allotments and half a dozen gardens.

A few goats, eh? Who'd have thought it?

Hungry goats, Bernie.

The Vegetable Society's had to cancel their autumn show.

What am I supposed to do about it?

Do you want to save your half-brother

from a horticultural lynch mob?

Rubbish!

Is it?

Then again,

I do hate to see Vernon unpopular.

- Jenny? - Oh, hi.

I forgot I hadn't got this sorted yet.

How's the asthma patient?

They're keeping her in, but it's under control.

Weren't you seeing Tom tonight?

I was. Then Phil turned up.

- Not being jealous, is he? - Let's say I was glad of an excuse

to get out.

I don't know. If I were you,

I'd hang onto Mike for all you're worth.

Yeah.

Is everything all right?

You know this Sue Dickson woman,

the one whose daughter I took to the hospital?

Yes.

Well, Mike seems, I don't know, really concerned.

He even showed up at the hospital to check she was OK.

- And you think he fancies her? - I don't know.

Maybe I'm being paranoid. It's just the way he is with her.

Tricia! Mike's not like that.

Why don't you go and speak to him, put your mind at rest?

KNOCK ON DOOR Come in.

Bradley. Shouldn't you be off home?

Er, yes, Sergeant.

Before I go, something's been bothering me.

That bloke I thought was Sue Dickson's husband,

turns out he's a journalist.

He's been following her all over the place.

The Northern Mail. They're based in Whitby, aren't they?

- Hm. - Must be to do with her husband.

- Well, that's what I thought. - Simon Warren...

Wasn't there a Simon Warren worked

on one of the nationals?

He covered that child m*rder case in the ' s.

Then when the girl was released,

he ended up serving two years for contempt of court.

A slippery individual by all accounts.

You'd better check him out.

"Child k*ller...

Denise Hurley."

- Joe Dickson? - Yeah.

It's about your wife.

There's something about her I think you might like to know.

Oh, good work, David.

That's all right, Mr Vernon.

David...

just count those goats for me, will you?

Well?

Oh, no.

There's more gone. Let's get them before Blaketon sh**t them.

VERNON: Not a sausage!

When does that Whitby man want his delivery?

About now. Flipping 'eck!

We'd better get back home and milk the ones we've got

and get it to the fella in Whitby.

Then I'll call the bloke in Ashfordly

and tell him we've had a spillage or something.

Hopefully, he won't cancel the order.

Maybe you could give him some money off.

Drop the price?

David, this is the seed corn of a multi-million pound business!

Let's get home, some of them may have found their way back.

All right, Mike?

So how's the lovely Sue this morning?

Leave it, Tom.

Oooh.

He said leave it, Tom.

What's the matter with him?

Probably seen too many goats.

You could give us a hand, Mike.

If you felt like it. - I'm a bit tied up actually, Tom.

It's Vernon Scripps that wants tying up.

David, none of these planks were broken last night.

Sorry?

I mean, there's nothing out of place.

The string on the gate's not been nibbled.

Perhaps they weren't hungry.

David, we've been blind. You know what this means,

don't you?

Never mind. Just milk the ones you can

and don't let them out of your sight.

MERTON: Goat rustlers?

I don't care what you call it, it's thieving!

Indeed.

Nicholson.

HE SIGHS

- What's up with him? - He used to be with the CID.

So did you see the rustlers, then?

No, I was in bed.

Did you see any strange vehicle tracks in the yard?

Not that I noticed.

Did you hear anything unusual?

I told you, I was in bed!

What it might be is...

What?

It's just a theory, but...

Well, go on.

Maybe they escaped.

Marvellous!

Any minute some old biddy

will ring to complain their nasturtiums have been chomped.

Nasturtiums? Is that what you call law enforcement, is it?

Is it? I've got people to supply.

It's not that long ago

that they hung people for livestock theft!

KNOCK ON DOOR

- Hi. - Hiya.

I thought you might fancy a drink.

Erm, yeah, yeah.

We could even get a meal at the pub if you like.

To be honest, Tricia, I can't.

Well, not tonight.

I've got rather a lot of work on.

I suppose you end up working quite a few evenings.

Yeah, it comes with the territory.

Oh, well, it was just an idea. I'll see you soon.

They said I can take you home.

To Dad?

You're not to upset yourself. You'll get ill again.

Don't care.

OK.

That man you saw me with...

You're right, I did have a bit of a thing with him, years ago.

It's all over, but he won't leave me alone.

Honest, it's nothing. I promise.

Can you not tell Dad?

You know what he's like,

always going off at the deep end.

But he's not a bad man.

Sorry, Tracey, I know how much you miss him.

Mum, it's OK.

We've got to start again.

I've got a job, we're making friends.

It's a fresh start, Tracey.

Right, David, that's Whitby fettled.

How are you getting on with the second order?

They've taken two lots in one night.

Right, police station!

Denise Hurley?

Tracey, go on.

- What? - I'll be there in a minute.

Not here.

Who told you?

Look, I'll get Tracey, we'll go.

Great, fine. Run away, why don't you?

I'm sorry, Mike, what else can I do?

- Does Tracey know? - Of course not.

No one knows who I really am, those are the rules.

You must know that.

How did Simon Warren find you?

Warren?

Warren told you?

Me and Joe took Tracey for chips down by the harbour,

I went back to get one of those ice-pop things and...

there he was. - Did he follow you home?

I don't think so,

but Joe saw us rowing.

I couldn't say what was going on

and he assumed I was having an affair.

In the end, it was easier to let him think that.

What did you tell Tracey?

Nothing. At first.

So you were just protecting everybody?

You can't tell her.

Please.

Do you want her to read about it in the press?

Warren's here.

I'm pretty sure he broke in the other night.

He's probably watching us now.

- Tracey! - Sue, wait!

Use the back door. If he's here,

I'll keep him talking.

Mr Warren. Denise Hurley, eh?

What has Aidensfield ever done to deserve her?

What's anyone done to deserve her?

Good point.

Then again, what has Aidensfield done to deserve you?

- You what? - Breaking into guesthouses.

Splitting up families, like the Dicksons.

She strung up a six-year-old boy.

With a shoelace.

She was only eleven.

What the hell difference does that make?

She was abused as a child,

her parents didn't turn up at the trial.

Oh, I see.

That makes it all right, then, does it?

How long do you think that kid got? And his parents?

Three life sentences.

And she's out in ten.

New identity, living the life of Riley... All on your taxes.

The two years you spent inside... Worth it, were they?

Yeah. And now she's going to pay.

Tracey?

Hard evidence?

There were nine goats there last night!

Now there's only three.

It's not conclusive, Vernon.

They might just have... gone somewhere else.

- Yeah, pastures new. - Or allotments.

- They've been stolen! - What's the problem?

Or shouldn't I ask?

Ah, the generalissimo himself.

Are you going to get this lot

to defend my property, or have I got to take

the law into my own hands? - I don't think...

Thank you, Bellamy.

Mr Scripps,

my officers will be at your premises this evening

to set up an observation post. - Sergeant?

I'd be grateful if you could provide hot drinks.

In my experience, these all-night shifts can be very cold.

What?

Who gave it her?

- Warren. Who else? - No, I've just seen him.

If you're looking for Tracey, her dad took her.

- And you let him? - It's all right, Sue.

When? - Five minutes ago.

They were out the back.

They've probably gone to Whitby. Let's go.

- I was going to check on Tracey. - Sorry, Tricia, she's gone.

- Mike, what's going on? - Jump in,

I'll be there in a minute.

It's a long story, can we talk about it later?

Don't think I haven't worked it out.

Worked what out?

She's gorgeous. I shouldn't be surprised.

And I think the feeling's mutual. - Tricia, I'm just doing my job.

Seems beyond the call of duty to me.

- It's got nothing to do with you. - Fine!

If that's the way you want it.

MUSIC: 'Emerald City' by The Seekers

♪ Ruby roses never fade

♪ It's a land of pleasures pretty

♪ Ruby roses never fade ♪

MUSIC: 'Day Is Done' by Nick Drake

♪ When the day is done

♪ Down to earth then sinks the sun

♪ Along with everything that was lost and won

♪ When the day is done...

She's gone.

He's taken her.

Tracey's the one good thing I've done in my life.

♪ When the game's been fought

♪ You speed the ball across the court

♪ Lost much sooner than you would have thought

♪ Now the game's been fought

♪ When the party's through

♪ Seems so very sad for you

♪ Didn't do the things you meant to do

♪ Now there's no time to start anew

♪ Now the party's through...

She were poison, Tracey.

♪ When the day is done... ♪

We can stay at your gran's.

Just till we find somewhere permanent.

- Tracey, I didn't know. - SUE: It's true, love.

He didn't. - You go away.

It's all right.

I'm going.

Go!

Go now!

Tracey, I was just a child.

- Get rid of her! - I'm so sorry.

She's not my wife!

She were never my wife.

Mum!

Let her go, Tracey.

Tracey!

Mum!

Mum!

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY Mum!

TRACEY PANTS Mum.

Tracey,

go with your dad.

No, I want you. I want both of you.

Tracey,

listen to me.

I love you.

Go with him.

You've brought me so much happiness,

but I've lived in fear for so long and I don't want that for you.

The press have found me again.

This will only ruin your life.

You need a fresh start.

I don't care what you did. Please?

Mum. - JOE: Sue?

No!

TRACEY CREAMS

SHUTTER CLICKS

TOM: Ow, Vernon!

I nearly scalded myself.

Keep your voices down.

DOG WHINES

I want them to think we're all in bed.

I don't know about you, but I could do without overtime any day.

If you're going to nick a goat, you nick a goat.

You don't keep coming back for more.

Are you two with us, or aren't you?

Don't worry, Vernon, we're like coiled springs.

So... how did you get on with Jenny?

All right.

Are you going to see her again?

Dunno. Might do.

She's a bright lass, in't she?

Yeah.

Yeah, she's that all right.

David, have you got any cow's milk...

Shhh!

Vernon.

They're out the back.

VERNON: I knew it.

Now are you satisfied? - Shh! They might be lurking.

GOAT BLEATS

- There you go. - Go on, in you go.

Soon be back with your mates.

Evening, gents.

OSCAR: They're a public menace.

I think you mean 'boost to the rural economy', Oscar.

Give over! They had to cancel the vegetable show thanks to you.

MERTON: Yes, very good.

Where are the goats now?

We sold them.

- You did what? - Yes, they're alive, well

and living with a dealer in Derbyshire.

VERNON: Derbyshire? Right!

I'm pressing charges. - They were all over the village.

Tell the judge! What's the maximum sentence

for livestock theft?

Ventress?

- Up to ten years. - Ten years, Mr Scripps.

A man Oscar's age might never make it out.

Or you could just take the money back.

Bellamy, did the allotment club submit a bill for damages?

Not yet, Sergeant.

Oh, all right.

Come on, David.

I shall report this to the Chamber Of Commerce.

I never want to hear another word about goats

as long as I'm stationed here.

PRIEST: You know, Lord, the secrets of our hearts.

Shut not thy merciful ears to our pray'rs,

But spare us, Lord most holy,

O God most mighty...

You don't give up, do you?

She got what she deserved.

Just years too late, that's all.

If I hear so much as a whisper,

see so much as a glimpse of this in the press,

I'm going to tell everyone who drove her over that cliff.

Understand?

- Look, I'm sorry. - Mike,

it doesn't matter.

I'm sorry. I should've left you to sort things out.

How's Tracey taking it?

Not well.

Her dad's looking after her now.

Come on.

Let's go.