12x15 - The High Life

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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: 'What'cha Gonna Do About It' by Small Faces

♪ I want you to know that I love you, baby...

Oi! You lot!

Where do you think this is, Brands Hatch?

♪ I'm so happy when you're round me but I'm...

Bloody cheek!

♪ Whatcha Gonna Do About It?

♪ Whatcha Gonna Do About It...

Go on!

Get out of it!

I'm getting fed up with this. Are you all right?

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police. Oh!

Hello, Oscar. What can I do for you?

It's the third time this week those hooligans have been here.

- You mean the mods? - 'I know what I'd call them.'

- They need sorting. - Come on, Oscar.

They're just kids, having a bit of a fun.

Fun? They're a menace.

And you can tell Merton from me, Alf, it's about time

he took his finger out and cracked down on them.

Well, you tell him yourself.

Sergeant? Oscar Blaketon.

Oscar! How is our distinguished criminal mastermind?

'Ventress tells me you've been reporting in every morning.'

Don't rub it in, Merton, and don't change the subject.

What are you doing about these scooter lads?

It's a public order problem. You know how difficult it can be.

I've talked to the sergeant

at Whitby, where they're from.

'That's the trouble!'

All you ever do down there is talk!

Get Bradley on the radio. Get him after those lads.

Right, Sarge. Would you like a chocolate bickie?

Just get on with it, Ventress.

MUSIC: 'What'cha Gonna Do About It' by Small Faces

Hey!

MOTORS REV

RADIO: 'Tired of Trying, Bored With Living, Scared of Dying'

♪ What's the use in it to try

♪ You know I'm tired of trying

DISTANT MUSIC ♪ Bored with lying

♪ And scared of dying

♪ You talk of mods and rockers, and street corner fights

LOUD MUSIC ♪ Make you say they are destined

♪ Wearing weapons all night

♪ So why bother, what's the use in it to try...

Excuse me!

♪ You know I’m tired of trying

♪ Bored with lying... ♪

- I said, excuse me! - You all right, Ma?

Oh...pack it in.

Where do you think you are?

- You want to dance? - Let go.

Let me go! Help me!

Come on, Granny! Strut your stuff! LAUGHTER

GASPS

You all right, Ma?

Don't you touch me. Just get out of here.

I'm sorry. We was only having a laugh.

- Just go! - Tone, come on. Let's split.

Joyce!

- Joyce! - Oh! I tried to stand up.

What have those stupid hooligans done to you?

I'm all right. I just fell.

- Are you hurt at all? - It's just a scratch.

Are you all right, Mrs Greaves?

Yes. Yes!

They're at it again, Constable. They've just ridden off.

Oh, the heartless louts.

I hope Mike Bradley gives them what for.

It's not them.

It's THIS!

SOBS

MUSIC: 'Don't Burst My Bubble' by Small Faces

Fuzz!

♪ Don't forget it

♪ Cos if I let them in I know they'll try again

♪ And soon regret it

♪ So hold on

♪ Hold on

Go!

♪ Leave my bubble alone, yeah... ♪

Delta Alpha to control.

Trouble with the mods again.

I've chased them up to the top of High Points crossroads.

PHIL: 'But they've split up.'

Are you still on the Upper Moorland Road, Phil?

Yes, Alf.

Some of them should be coming your way.

Don't worry. I'm ready for them.

Honestly, Joyce. You and this wheelchair.

You spend more time trying to leap out than riding in it.

It's very kind of you to keep coming round here and rescuing me.

I still think we should take you to hospital and get you checked out.

Harold. What on earth would be the point?

I've got MS, which they can do nothing about,

and a cut hand, which Jenny is dealing with...

quite adequately.

Well, I'll, um... I'll, er...

- Put the kettle on? - ..put the kettle on.

Well! Where are they, then?

Well, they certainly haven't come this way.

All I've seen is ruddy sheep.

I've just chased about five of them!

Hold on.

♪ Leave, yeah, one more time

♪ One more time

♪ I just want you to leave my bubble alone ♪

I think we've just been had.

Again.

Come on, boy.

SCOOTER MOTOR IDLES

He's a...very fierce dog, this!

Very fierce!

I hope you're keeping your nose clean, Oscar?

At least I'm not letting a bunch of lads on scooters

run rings round me.

Oh, come on, Oscar. They're a g*ng. We can't be everywhere.

You can't be anywhere, from what I hear.

You certainly weren't much help to Joyce Greaves.

Hi, David! What's up with you?

Oh, I'm just...a bit...

I don't like being in the house by myself much,

while Mr Vernon's away.

If I was you, I'd make the most of it. Have a party!

You need a strategy for this sort of thing.

I've told Merton.

I bet that made you popular.

Look, Oscar, there's a dozen of them.

They come over from Whitby, as and when they like.

You can't just arrest them for riding around, can you?

Oh, aye.

See you, then, David!

What's up with him?

Must be something you said.

I don't know how she copes with it.

I don't think I could if I was stuck in a wheelchair.

I'd just want to give up.

Oh, I don't know.

From what I've seen of you, you don't give up too easily.

Flattery will get you everywhere!

She seems determined not to let us prosecute those kids for as*ault.

Oi!

Come on. You can't doss down there.

Can't I? I was rather hoping you might take pity on me.

Steve? You...oh, you rat! Why didn't you phone?

I thought you liked surprises.

This is my brother, Steve!

Steve, this is...Dennis. - All right, Dennis?

DAVID: Why did Mr Vernon have to go to Bridlington?

If somebody's so ill they're going to die,

you may as well wait for the funeral.

Steve?

Oh! Cheers, Den.

My name's Dennis, actually.

Looks like you needed that!

Yeah! Ten hours on the road! I am knackered!

You should've comebya train.

I'm a student. I don't have that kind of bread.

- It's so great to see you! - Yeah, well, I thought it was time

I came and checked you out.

- So, what are you studying? - Maths.

That must be exciting.

I was never much good at maths myself.

Yeah, well. It's a knack.

You've either got it or you haven't.

Steve won a scholarship to Oxford.

Clearly, he's got it.

Look, I'm going to be off. I've got an early start.

I'm sure you two have got a lot of catching up to do.

Well, if you must...

Oh, don't mind me.

Nice to meet you.

SNIGGERS What?

Sorry!

You are rotten.

Come on, baby! You and PC Plod! I had to see for myself!

Just cos he's a policeman, he's...

LAUGHTER

You could bark, or growl, or something!

MOTOR REVS

Alfred, get in!

MUSIC: 'Cat's Squirrel' by Cream

Alfred! Come here!

I'll set the dog on you! He's a...

he's very fierce!

SIGHS

Always wanted a dog.

But my mum won't let me.

What's his name?

It's Alfred.

Ah. Good boy.

I'm, erm...

I'm Kelley.

I could m*rder a cup of tea.

Morning!

Are you sure it's morning?

I was going to give Mum a ring. Want a word?

STEVE: Jen...I need to talk to you about something.

What?

I've left college.

Left?

Why?

STEVE: I've dropped out.

Studying, exams, more studying, more exams...

It's become such a drag, So I decided to jack it in.

- Have you told Mum and Dad? - No.

That's the point.

I just need time to get my head together.

That's really why I came here.

Dad's going to be devastated. You making it to Oxford...

Yeah! I know! I know.

It was such a big deal to him.

That's the point.

I've spent my whole life doing what everyone else wants me to do.

But you're brilliant at maths!

I hate it. It's boring.

Look.

I am going to tell them. Of course I am.

I just need a few days to get my head together.

So I came to you.

Well, you came to the right place.

You can stay here as long as you like.

You know that.

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

Mm! That smells good.

Oh, well...would you like one?

Oh, yeah!

I think my belly thinks my throat's been cut.

I thought you were a bloke before,

you know, riding your scooter and all that.

I'm not a bloke.

Oh, well, yeah...

I can...

s-see... Here, have this.

So, what were you doing in the barn?

Just kipping.

Why? Have you got no...no home?

My mum chucked me and our Tony out.

Who's Tony?

Tony's my brother.

That's how come I'm in the g*ng. He's the leader.

Oh. What did you get chucked out for?

Just... coppers kept coming round, and...

Our Tony's stopping at his girlfriend's.

But I've got nowhere to go, though.

Mm.

I tell you what, though.

You let me stop here, I'll let you ride my scooter.

Well...oh, er...no, I don't think Mr Vernon would like that.

Oh.

I... I followed you cos...

I thought you looked like a kind fella.

Most people just think I'm thick.

Oh, no. I don't think that.

You can stay for a bit. OK?

Oh, great!

Can I...

Can I have another bacon sarnie?

Ah! Morning, Oscar. You're bright and early.

Let's just get on with it, shall we?

Are you Oscar Blaketon?

No, I'm the ruddy Aga Khan.

Do you have identification, sir?

A driver's licence, in the name of Oscar Blaketon.

Amazing, that.

Are you still residing at the registered address?

Guess.

Perhaps I should remind you of your conditions of bail, sir,

which are...

Come on, Alf. That's enough. Just let me sign.

See you tomorrow, Oscar.

Yes. Unfortunately.

MUSIC: 'A Whiter Shade Of Pale' by Procul Harum

Hello, Joyce! I just thought I'd pop by and see how you're...

getting on.

That's very sweet of you.

You're wondering about this.

It's marijuana.

Oh.

Home-grown.

Care to try some?

Um... No, I don't think so. Thank you.

Jenny! How...

how lovely to see you.

I think perhaps I've just given our young friend a nasty shock.

Yes, I daresay. Um... perhaps I could persuade you

to take a turn round the garden with me, my dear.

A friend of mine in America sent me an article in a medical journal.

It concerned experiments that had been done

to alleviate the symptoms of multiple sclerosis.

Um...they found that, er... marijuana did,

in a number of cases,

bring considerable relief to MS sufferers.

Of course, I...I didn't know whether it would work or not.

But, um... well, I thought it was worth a try.

But how did you go about it?

Well, I've always had fairly green fingers.

Once I'd managed to get hold of some seeds,

it was relatively straightforward.

I dry the leaves in the shed,

and then hand-roll them myself.

After a bit of practice, you get quite good at it.

- Harold, you could be arrested. - Yes, I do realise that.

But we've found that it really does work.

It helps Joyce immensely.

What if someone told the police?

Then I should take the consequences.

Are you going to tell your friend Sergeant Merton?

No.

I'm sorry to put you in such a difficult position.

I don't want you to feel that you have to lie.

Well, I don't think he'll ever ask me if the vicar's growing dope.

So I shouldn't think I'll ever need to.

Very true.

Thank you, Jenny.

MUSIC: 'You Really Got Me' by The Kinks

♪ You got me so I don't know what I'm doing...

I thought you were bringing the lorry in this morning!

I told Mr Vernon I'd sort that axle problem out for him.

Oh, I'm getting it sorted.

This is Kelley.

All right?

- She can fix anything. - I see.

♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night

♪ You really got me ♪

She's a mod.

Her mum's thrown her out for being a hooligan,

so she's stopping here for a bit.

Hey! You know what she's going to do?

She's going to get an old scooter and do it up for me.

Yeah, I'm thinking I might become a mod myself.

♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night ♪

So...

is it love, then?

You and old Dennis?

None of your business. And he's not old.

Oh, come on, Jen.

Next thing, you'll take up crochet and join the WI next.

You don't have to be a scruffy student, you know, just to be cool.

Oh, right. Be a copper? All that spit and polish,

three bags full, sir,

takes a really original personality?

Why are you so against him?

What's it to you who I go out with?

- You just used to be more picky. - What's that supposed to mean?

Still, I suppose, living out in the sticks,

there's not much choice in terms of eligible men under .

You know nothing about this place.

Jen, it's all very beautiful and that, but...

once you scratch the surface, it's still pretty feudal.

People here are no different than anywhere else!

- Just years behind the times. - OK.

What if I told you the local vicar

has a greenhouse full of dope plants?

I'd say you were making it up.

I'm not. His wife suffers with MS,

so he grows it for her to alleviate her symptoms.

- Seriously? - Seriously.

Don't you dare mention this to anyone.

Oh, I promise.

So. You don't tell your boyfriend everything, then?

Blaketon is right. They're running rings round us.

A bunch of kids on scooters, and you can't collar one of them.

- We don't have the manpower. - I don't want excuses.

I want them stopped at every opportunity.

I want them to regard Ashfordly and Aidensfield as the last place

they'd want to go joyriding.

MERTON: Got that?

- Yes, Sarge. - Yes, Sarge.

Get on with it, then.

♪ CHOIR SINGS HYMN

♪ Walk with me to the end

♪ And then in heaven receive me

♪ My saviour and my friend

♪ And then in Heaven receive me

♪ My saviour and my friend ♪

Not bad, boys. Not bad at all. Well done, everyone.

Right, that's it for tonight.

CHEERING

All right. Hand in your sheets.

Off you go. Quietly.

That's it. Off you go.

Oh, boys, boys, boys.

I didn't know we had an audience.

No. Hope you don't mind. I was passing.

Heard the voices. Reminded me of my own days in the choir.

Oh, really?

Mind you, we were never as good as this.

Sorry... I'm Steve Latimer. Jenny's brother.

Of course. You're up at Oxford.

She mentioned you were visiting.

- So how long's he staying? - I'm not sure.

Doesn't he have to go back to college?

The thing is, he's decided to leave.

Oh. CHUCKLES

He needs time to think.

You know, sort himself out, decide what to do.

And meanwhile, you provide free board and lodging?

He's my brother! Honestly, you two.

As soon as you set eyes on each other, that was it.

I've nothing against the lad.

I just don't want to see anyone take advantage of you.

That is so patronising. The lad?

That's what he is.

I don't want to argue.

No, let's stay nice and proper, and polite.

Oh, Jenny! Come on!

I beginning to think Steve's right. You are the job. Sgt Merton.

And you expect everyone to click their heels and jump to it.

If that's how you feel about it, I'm going to go.

HAROLD: Now, sit down, Steve.

Would you like tea or something stronger?

- Tea would be lovely. Thank you. - Right.

According to my sister, you're the best jam-maker

for miles around.

The WI goes in fear of you.

How long are you staying with Jenny?

I'm not sure. I'm convalescing, really.

I had a bout of glandular fever. I'm fine now.

But my tutor told me to take some time off,

get some country air.

Oh. Well, we've plenty of that.

Actually, I get a bit bored

with nothing to do all day.

If you've got any chores or odd jobs...

That's very generous, Steve.

Chopping some wood, perhaps a bit of gardening...

I'm happy to do whatever.

I'll see what we can find.

It won't be long. Oh, thank you, Joyce.

There we are.

That tyre looks a bit bald, don't you think?

Oh, come on.

Now, listen to me, and listen carefully.

You've done enough damage here and upset enough people.

Listen to me!

If I ever catch you harassing anyone ever again,

I'll make sure I get you for every loose nut and bolt.

Got it?

Thank you, officer.

I must say, he's a good worker.

And a very pleasant young man.

I wish you'd tell Dennis that.

Don't they get on?

No. They seem to have taken an instant dislike to one another.

I even had a row with Dennis about it.

Maybe they're both put out

to discover that they're not the only man in your life.

Oh, that's stupid.

That's men for you.

Competitive creatures.

Now, what about this raffle?

♪ Whatcha gonna do about it?

♪ Oh yeah

♪ Whatcha gonna do about it...

What have you got there, Kel? Where'd you dig him up from?

This is David. He's my mate.

He's that loony from Aidensfield. I've seen him at the garage.

He's not a loony! And nor am I.

No one's saying you are, Kel.

Not while I'm around.

I'm going to fix a scooter up for David. He, um...

he wants to become a mod. LAUGHTER

You are joking. Come on, Tone. We'll be a laughing stock.

Why?

All right, mate. You want to be a mod?

You've got to prove what you're made of.

Take a little test. What do you reckon?

Yeah.

Well, I'm fed up with coppers hassling me.

So I want you to nick me an helmet.

Yeah, a policeman's helmet.

That should wind 'em up a bit.

LAUGHS Yeah!

♪ I want you to know that I love you, baby

♪ I said this before but I care

♪ I'm so happy when you're round me but I'm

♪ Sad when you're not there... ♪

Thank you very much.

OSCAR: Hello, Joyce.

I know I can interest you in a raffle ticket.

We're raising money to send some local handicapped kids

on holiday.

Every time I see you, Joyce,

I end up putting my hand in my pocket.

You should go into business. You'd earn a fortune.

A pound's worth.

Oh. I'm not interested in fortunes, Oscar.

Just trying to do my bit.

Shall I give you a push back to the vicarage?

Oh, no. I'm fine.

MUSIC: 'I Want Candy' by Brian Poole & The Tremeloes

♪ I know a girl who's soft and sweet

♪ She's so fine she can't be beat... ♪

Not here. I don't want to run into that old biddy again.

No, there's no-one. Come on.

Tony.

- What are you staring at? - Don't mind me, mate.

Yeah? Well, I do.

What are you, eh? Some kind of peeping Tom?

Here, have a toke on that.

Good, eh?

Yeah, not bad, that.

Not bad? It's the best grass you're ever likely to smoke.

Where'd you get it?

I have my own private supply.

You got any to spare like?

Maybe.

At a price.

Come on, David. Do you want to be a mod?

Go on.

MUSIC: 'Liquidator' by Harry J Allstars

- Oh. - I was...

- I was just wondering... - I'm sorry, David.

I'm in a bit of a rush.

There's about a dozen of them up by the crossroads.

- You all right, David? - Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

MOTORBIKE REVS

You have no business in here.

That's not very Christian of you, Harold.

This much quality grass, the least you could do is share.

I think you should go, immediately.

Look, Harold, here's the deal.

You've got loads to spare. You supply me, too,

and you get to carry on growing this stuff for your poor wife.

That is blackmail.

I prefer to think of it as payment in kind...

for my help in the garden.

I don't think I want your help any more, young man.

Yes, you do, Harold.

Because unless you agree, I'm going straight to Merton.

And then you'll be stuffed, and so will poor old Joyce.

If I agree, Joyce must never find out.

Mum's the word.

Where did you get all that? Three guesses.

Oh, no. Not Harold Greaves?

He's fine about it.

I do a few odd jobs for him, and he slips me a few leaves.

No-one's any the wiser.

Well, you can't smoke it here.

What if Dennis comes round?

Then we'll both be in trouble.

Come on,

have a toke and don't get so uptight.

I don't want any. And you'd be uptight in my shoes.

I don't fancy being arrested by my own boyfriend.

OK, OK.

I won't smoke in the house.

Very good. CHUCKLES

What's wrong with you?

I thought cheese and pickle was your favourite.

I'm not really hungry.

- Gina? - Yeah?

Do you think I'm daft?

No.

Who's put that idea in your head? Your new mate?

They said I could join their g*ng, and I only had to do one thing.

I can't even manage that.

What are they trying to get you to do?

Hey, you won't tell anyone, will you?

Of course not.

Well, I've got to nick a policeman's helmet.

LAUGHS

It's not as easy as you think.

They don't take them off that much.

David, do you not think they're trying to make fun of you?

- Oh, I'm a right chump. - No, you're not.

MAN: Gina, where's my pint? GINA: Coming.

TONY: That's all I could get.

STEVE: It's a good job I'm a generous man.

Nice doing business with you.

FOOTSTEPS

Harold, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to tell him.

- Are you in on his scam, too? - No.

What do you mean?

No, no. Of course you're not.

I'm sorry. It's just all rather upsetting.

Steve told me that you gave him some of your stuff in payment

for his work in the garden.

I didn't give it to him willingly. What I'm doing I'm doing for Joyce.

I'm not about to start supplying illegal dr*gs

to anyone that happens along.

What do you take me for?

Did he thr*aten you?

Basically, he's blackmailing me.

I just saw him...selling it.

I see.

I don't understand.

How could Steve do something like this?

Jenny, you're not your brother's keeper.

I didn't think he needed one.

MUSIC: 'Itchycoo Park' by Small Faces

♪ O'er the bridge of sighs

♪ To rest my eyes on shades of green

♪ Under clear blue skies

♪ To Itchycoo Park, that's where I've been

♪ What did you do there?

♪ I got high... ♪

DAVID: Wh-wh-what's going on? What are you all doing here?

Having a party. Your Kelley invited us.

You can't.

What you do is, you put it in your mouth and you suck in.

I...don't smoke.

It's not tobacco, man. Go on, give it a try.

Selling dr*gs?

Well, if it was me, I'd tell him to sling his hook, pronto,

brother or no brother.

- I don't know what to do. - Tell Dennis.

It's more complicated than that, Gina.

It involves other people.

- Who? - I can't tell you.

I was hoping I might find you here.

Look, I'm sorry I walked out the other night.

I can't talk about this now, Dennis.

Look, I've nothing against Steve. I want to get on with him. I do.

Fine. I've got to go.

Are you serious?

Yeah, go on.

OK, now, this is your gears.

Put it into first, put the clutch in,

let it go, slowly.

And away you go.

Oh!

Look at you, David. You're like a real mod now.

Come on, man. Give it some welly!

Come on, David!

Whoa!

Where's he going?

THUNDER RUMBLES

Alf, I'm up on the top of Moorland Road.

The weather's turned and there's no sign of them.

What? No, no sign of...

Hang on.

Look at me!

MUSIC: 'Rollin' And Tumblin'' by Cream

Wooh-hoo!

Are you all right? Are you...?

David?

Are you OK?

Yeah, I think so.

At least in this state, we can catch them.

Looks like they made a bit of a mess of the place.

How could you tell?

MERTON: No-one deals dr*gs on my patch. Not you, not anybody.

I was not dealing.

I'll have the name and address of your supplier.

I don't know his name.

Do you expect us to believe that?

You've had it in for us right from the start.

Whatever I say, you're not going to believe me.

Try me.

I went to the churchyard with my girlfriend.

And we were...well, you know.

And there's this lad sat there smoking a spliff.

LAUGHS

What's all this?

You're leaving...tonight.

For smoking a spliff?

He's turning you into a...

For blackmailing Harold Greaves and selling dope to the mods.

Come on, Jen. Don't go all pious on me.

It's just a bit of dope.

How could you be so two-faced with Joyce?

What she doesn't know can't harm her.

Just get out.

Now.

Or what?

If you go to the police now,

the whole house of cards will tumble down.

Joyce will lose her dope, Harold will lose his job.

And you...

I don't think Sergeant Merton will be too impressed

by your involvement in all of this.

- Driving licence. - Good morning, Oscar.

Don't "Oscar" me. Just get on with it.

MERTON: Constable Ventress is only doing his duty.

We need to be sure you're observing conditions of bail.

In my day, a police officer's duty

amounted to a little more than bureaucratic niceties.

Meaning?

I told you those scooter lads were up to no good.

But, oh, no. You had to do everything by the book.

David Stockwell could've been k*lled.

We did arrest them, and we're pursuing the matter.

But I can't keep them under lock and key.

That's a pity.

Sticking to the letter of the law doesn't always produce justice,

as I've recently discovered... to my cost.

After what happened to David, I wasn't sure what to do.

Gina, if you know where those dr*gs came from,

you should tell me.

The trouble is, Jenny's a mate.

Jenny?

I feel really bad

about breaking her confidence, but maybe she came to me

cos she couldn't tell you herself.

I don't understand. Tell me what?

It's her brother, Steve.

We have information that your brother's been dealing dr*gs.

And I gather you know all about it.

Yes.

I'm only sorry you couldn't come to me yourself.

I wanted to, but...

Obviously, you have a loyalty to him.

It's not just a question of him.

If it was, I would've told you, even though he's my brother.

So who else is involved?

I can't...

You have to trust me...

or what kind of future do we have?

It's Harold Greaves.

He grows it.

The vicar?

♪ They make it very clear

♪ They stop me from grooving

♪ They bang on my wall

♪ They're doin' my crust in, it's no good at all

♪ Lazy Sunday afternoon

♪ I've got no mind to worry

♪ I close my eyes and drift away... ♪

You lot.

You just can't leave me alone, can you?

- We'd like to do you a favour. - Yeah, right, yeah.

Look, if you can prove that you did buy your marijuana

off this lad you said you met in the churchyard,

we'd reduce your charge to possession.

You'd just get a fine.

How will I do that? I don't know his name.

Well, that's what we're here to talk to you about.

Oscar, can I have a private word?

You'll be wanting to know what I had for breakfast next.

Nothing to do with your bail conditions.

But I would like to discuss with you

a matter of...natural justice.

You made a fair point this morning.

Right. Well, best come through to the kitchen.

Gina, I won't be a minute.

How did you find me?

I asked around.

We don't get too many hippy students around here.

Yeah, I don't like people checking up on me.

You'll like the reason I've come.

I've got this mate over in Whitby.

He's got a few deals of his own going.

But he's got a problem. His supplier's been busted.

He's got all these customers and nothing to give them.

He'll take all the grass you can lay your hands on.

We're talking top whack.

All right. Give me a few days. I'll see...

- No, it has to be tonight. - Tonight?

I can only bring what I've got on me.

He'll take anything you've got.

MOTORBIKE PASSES BY As I said, he's pretty desperate.

All right.

Let's do it.

Oh, Mr Blaketon.

David, get your coat on. I've got a job.

Oh, and bring that torch with you.

Why? What's happening?

Just think of this as community service, David.

Start making amends for your recent behaviour.

Come on.

MUSIC: 'Tobacco Road' by The Nashville Teens

♪ I was born in a trunk

♪ Mama died and my daddy got drunk

♪ Left me here to die alone

♪ In the middle of Tobacco Road... ♪

So, who does he sell to, this mate?

Oh, loads of people. Whitby, all over.

Hello, Steve.

Hands out to the side.

MOTOR STARTS

What am I supposed to say now? It's a fair cop?

It doesn't matter what you say.

You're nicked.

Trust you had a comfortable night.

My client has decided to make a full confession.

Very wise.

There are, however, some elements which you may find surprising.

MERTON: Really? STEVE: Yeah.

Like your local vicar has a greenhouse full of dope.

That's where I got it from.

You're right. I do find that surprising.

And frankly, hard to believe.

I can prove it.

With an accusation like that, you'll need to.

Driving licence.

Do you want to know what I've been doing for the past hours?

That won't be necessary, Oscar. Just sign here.

Sorry to trouble you like this, Mr Greaves.

It's no trouble, Sergeant.

They're in there, at the back.

You'd better show us.

They were there.

They look like geraniums to me.

What are we going to do with these?

When the hoo-ha's died down,

we can return this lot to it's rightful owner.

Better get if shifted before Vernon sees it or he'll sell it.

Yeah, good point, Bernie. That would never do.

They've moved them. He grows them for her, for her MS.

There's no evidence to substantiate your ridiculous allegation.

Go on, get him out of here.

Come on, lad.

But they've just hidden it.

They've hidden it. Haven't you?

MIKE: Right, come on. That's enough.

Thank you so very much, Sergeant Merton.

You take care of yourself, Mrs Greaves.

I'm...I'm going to go and live with my auntie in Scarborough.

They've got me a job in a chicken factory.

Haven't you caused enough grief around here?

I just came to say goodbye...

..and to see if David wanted one last ride on my scooter.

Oh, go on.

Just keep out of trouble.

- Thanks, Mr Scripps. - I mean it.

Are you all right?

What will you do to him, Dennis?

Oh, upstanding young man,

previously unblemished record.

Probably get away with a suspended sentence.

You could come to serious trouble over this, couldn't you?

Well, if the chief constable were to find out.

I'm so sorry. I never meant to put you in this position.

You should never have put yourself in this position.

You should have trusted me from the beginning.

Yeah, I know that now.

I hope so.

MOTORS START

You know, I'm sorry.

I never meant to get you in so much bother.

It's all right.

I had a bit of a laugh.