13x08 - Brought to Book

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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

I've been looking at the names of the lads you've taken.

- Is there a problem, Sarge? - I've cautioned a few of these.

The youth club suggested

the more high-spirited lads would benefit most.

Hard slog on the moors, night under canvas, fending for themselves,

all good character-building stuff. Exactly, Sarge.

At least they won't get into any trouble when they're away.

Where are you taking them?

- Oscar Blaketon's arranged to use... - Sorry to interrupt, Sarge.

Break-in last night at the grocery shop.

It's on Steve's patch over in Aidensfield.

Great. With you off tomorrow, I'd better take a look as well.

- He's your tea. - Did you bring marmalade?

- Yes. - Thank you very much.

Excuse me? There is a problem here.

Oh, really? And what might that be then, sir?

This isn't what I asked for.

You asked for orange juice. That is orange juice.

No, please, I asked for FRESH orange juice.

That is fresh.

It's fresh out the carton, which is fresh out the fridge.

I meant freshly squeezed, from the fruit itself.

Oh, did you?

I'll tell you what, if I can find an orange anywhere,

I'll squeeze it for you.

And you know what? You can have the lot, the pips and all!

He is really getting on my wick, that one.

- Oh, aye? - Now he's moaning about breakfast.

I can do without guests like him in my condition and the mood I'm in.

Are you still worried about having to give up the licence here

when you marry Bellamy?

Yeah, I am, Oscar.

Well, there's nothing can be done. The law is the law.

- You know that. - I know.

I'm sorry.

Not half as sorry as I am.

I'll check how long this chap intends to stay with us.

OK?

How are you doing, lads? You all set for tomorrow?

We can't wait. It's boring here, there's nowt to do.

You should get off your backside a bit more, Frankie-boy.

Not much time to sit down tomorrow, from what I hear.

There was a break-in at the shop last night.

Either of you lads hear anything or see anything?

Bet he thinks we did it.

- We get blamed for everything. - No, you don't, Jeff.

It's like I told you,

once you get a reputation... - We didn't do it, all right?

Even Frankie wouldn't nick groceries.

OK, lads, I'll see you tomorrow.

Remember, good boots, waterproofs.

Steve's all right for a copper.

The back door was crudely forced.

This crow bar seems to have been used.

Might be worth checking that for prints.

Much taken?

Money out of the till, tins off the shelves and packets of crisps.

Feeling peckish then?

Aye, amateur job all round.

Take a statement from the shopkeeper and ask the neighbours, all right?

Sarge.

Bernard, you know that old saying,

"It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all"?

Yeah, course I do.

Well, it might be true of love, it's not true of money.

To have had wealth and lost it is very hard to take.

It's in the past.

You just hace to accept the fact you're back where you were.

That's the point, Bernard, I'm not.

I mean, before I had money, I was ambitious.

I had dreams and schemes.

Look at me now. No desire to work or anything.

Yes, I had noticed.

How can a man who's been chauffeured around

go back to driving a taxi?

Well, someone better had, or you'll be out of business.

WOMAN: David! David!

Remember me? Babs.

Constable Crane's mum.

Hi. Hi there.

Oh. I mean, hi. Hi there.

Be an angel, give us a lift to Steve's place.

Erm... course.

Course the big posh car had to go back.

Wow, hey!

And now course he's sold the house,

so he's... well, he's right back where he started.

Poor old Vernon.

But that's life.

And the trick of life is not to live in the past.

Keep moving forward, David.

Welcome change, change is your friend.

Oh, yeah, well, I know that.

I always welcome change.

Helps with the fares.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Ta-da! I was going to phone or drop a line,

then I thought, "This is such good news, I'll surprise you in person!"

Mum, when you turn up unannounced with a suitcase,

it's usually anything but good news.

Relax, Stevie, I'm a changed woman.

It's new-leaf time.

Wait till you hear my news.

He's called Mr Shahrishi, David.

His sect have lost the place they were staying in.

He's into this meditation.

I hope this driver knows the area.

I'm viewing new retreats for my followers.

I can't afford to get lost.

I wish you would, pal, I really do.

I hope this taxi's clean inside.

Pure thoughts can't flourish in a polluted atmosphere.

Well, you can open the windows if you like.

All changed. "Changed utterly," as the poet said.

Yeats. And don't look so alarmed.

I'm through with painters, poets and writers.

Dreamers, the lot of 'em.

You and your dad have got it right, regimented lives.

I'm due back on duty, Mum.

The point is, Stevie, my wandering days are over.

No more trips to California with writer boyfriends, then?

That's ancient history. So is London.

I'm coming back to my northern roots to lead a settled existence.

Oh, yeah? Where exactly?

I'll only be under your feet for a few days

till I find somewhere to live. I've got a job.

What job?

Assistant librarian, Ashfordly Library.

You, in a library?

I start tomorrow. Isn't it fab?

You see? I really have changed.

Not that much. You should've told me you were coming.

I'm going away tomorrow.

It's not that convenient for you to stay here.

Here, CID are sending somebody over

to dust for prints at the shop, Sarge.

Hardly seems worth it, does it?

Three quid from the till, four tins of sardines, two packets of crisps.

They seem as keen on food as they do on money.

Somebody hungry then, living rough maybe?

You can open sardines without a tin opener.

I'll keep my eye out.

Can I have a word, please, Sarge?

Yes.

There's no problem as such

with a family memeber staying in a police house,

but you've got an unpaid message taker.

Sarge?

The last time your mother stayed, she made phone calls to the States.

That won't happen again, sir.

All right, fair enough.

Just make sure she directs police business to us

and looks after the place. All right?

Thank you, Sarge.

Babs, I'm delighted. I look forward to you marking my library book.

We live in changing times, Oscar.

Women are no longer strangers to the workplace. Look around you.

Maybe I should employ one at the garage.

It would make a change from looking at Vernon's miserable figure.

Talking of working women, where's our lovely Gina this evening?

Well, she's having a tough time at the moment. I sent her upstairs

to have a nap.

She's supposed to come to my place later for something to eat.

Good for you, Phil. Nice to see men doing their bit for a change.

He's very good at buying fish and chips, aren't you, Bellamy?

You know it's Gina's next check-up the day after tomorrow?

- Yeah. - You really ought to be there.

It's important to get fathers involved.

We'd better go. Good luck tomorrow, Babs.

Hey, at least you had some money before you lost it.

That bloke there, he's been losing his money before he's even had it.

- What are you on about, David? - Him, I had him in my taxi.

He's the one that runs that religious sect.

The ones who have been kicked out of Strensfield Manor?

Aye, that's right. They're desperate to find another house.

Oh, aye?

You know the pop group, The Trinks?

The ones that had that number-one hit with Marmalade Sunset?

The Trinks? Of course I know The Trinks.

They're really into this meditation lark, right?

And they were going to pay a fortune to go and visit him,

but now he hasn't got a country house for them to go and stay at.

So he needs a country house

so he can make a b*mb out of this pop group.

MAN: Evening, all.

Evening, Blaketon. I hope your best bitter's on form.

Do you know something, David?

I think you've just re-energised my entrepreneurial instincts.

Mr Shahrishi, I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

Vernon Scripps.

Scripps Taxis.

My driver, David here, drove you round today.

Yes. He has a fascinating mind.

Doesn't he just?

The secret of life is simplicity.

He has a gift of reducing complex matters to... primitive simplicity.

No question. In fact, When they dished out simplicity,

David here was at the front of the queue.

Actually, he mentioned a problem I may be able to help with.

I gather you need the use of a large country house,

for a couple of days to do a spot of meditating with The Trinks?

Like many today, they are searching for a true and spiritual path.

LAUGHTER

Suppose I could broker a deal for a country mansion?

What sort of brass are we talking about?

To include the rental and my services.

The spiritual rewards you'd reap would be far greater

than anything I could offer you in mere monetary terms.

Shall we say £?

quid. Take it or leave it.

Done.

You're awake.

Dr Merrick was in earlier.

Suggested that I come along for your next check-up.

Oh. Are you sure you're allowed to?

I mean, isn't there some police regulation that prevents it?

Gina.

I know.

I'm sorry.

SONG: 'The In Crowd'

♪ I'm in with the in crowd (la, la, la)

♪ I go where the in crowd goes (la, la, la)

♪ I'm in with the in crowd (la, la, la)

♪ And I know what the in crowd knows (la, la, la, ba) ♪

DISTANT CHANTING

Oi.

What are you lot doing here?

This isn't a campsite.

It's all right, officer.

COUGHS

I can explain.

How do I look for my first day?

Wow, Mum, you look like a... librarian.

Exactly. Everything must change.

The outer as well as the inner woman.

What was it your dad used to say? "A tidy appearance shows a tidy mind."

I jotted down the route.

Not that I'll be much use on the moors if things go wrong.

Stevie, nothing is going to go wrong.

I'm a highly organised working woman.

I've written down the bus times to Ashfordly,

phone number of the library, everything I need.

You will take care of the place?

Oh, Stevie, have a good trip!

So did becoming a daddy change you much, Alf?

No. What do you mean?

DENNIS: Morning.

Oh, morning, Sarge.

CID, they found prints on the crowbar

that was left at the grocer's. They're checking them with CRO now.

Yeah, and the only suspects I found

were a few from that religious sect up at the manor.

They're sleeping rough in Farley Wood.

Hare Krishnas? That's a bit unlikely.

I don't know. They were so full of love and peace,

I was thinking of joining them.

Well, we'd better keep looking then.

With Steve on the moors, we're a man short, so no time for tea.

- Hey, Steve, is your g*ng all here? - Last one's just coming, Oscar.

Bags I get in t'front!

You better had. I'm not having you stinking back out with your feet.

I'll be back in a minute.

- I don't think I know you. - He's my cousin from Manchester.

I'm Tony. Geoff said it'd be all right if I came along.

You should've asked me first, Geoff.

I didn't know he were coming to see me.

If he can't come, I'll have to drop out.

- Go on, Steve. - All right, Tony.

Welcome to the group.

Morning. Are you all ready for the great expedition?

Yep, we're all set.

Have you a first-aid kit packed?

Somewhere.

Actually, doctor, while you're here,

we could use a few tips on looking after ourselves on the moors.

A pleasure to meet you, Mrs Crane.

May I compliment you on your appearance?

Thank you.

I think it's very important to give the right impression

when dealing with the general public.

Yes, indeed.

I gather your experience of libraries is rather limited?

I took a course. This is my first actual job.

But I love reading. Books are a real passion of mine.

A liking for books is all very well within moderation.

It's important, however, to keep a sense of professional detachment

in this job.

Oh, of course.

Yes, very important.

What would say is the cornerstone to any properly run library?

- Books. - No.

- Reading? - No.

- Shelves. - No.

The word I'm looking for is...

silence.

I strictly enforce it here.

We're about it admit the public.

Any noise or chatter, turf them straight out.

Yes, of course.

WHISPERS: Morning.

LOUDLY: Morning!

Never wise to greet them too enthusiastically.

So, first sign of any chaffing or blistering,

it's off with the boot and the sock and put this stuff on.

Also walking can be very thirsty work,

so make sure you keep your fluid intake up, all right?

Can't you come with us, miss?

Cos I wouldn't mind sharing a tent with you.

Believe me, young man, by the time you see your sleeping bag tonight,

all you're going to want to do is sleep.

Right, lads, this is the local paper. He wants a photo.

It'll be very good publicity.

it shows cooperation between the police,

the youth club and the council.

So if we just gather round the Land Rover here.

OK. Some of you will have to squat down.

And Dr Merrick, if you're very good, you can stand next to me.

All right, lads?

Keep smiling, you're going on holiday.

- Come on, Tony, join in. - You said I'm not in the youth club.

No, but you're on the trip.

It's all about teamwork. You're in a team, come on.

Ready?

One goes to the trouble of categorising and listing books

and what do they do?

Take them off the shelves and put them back in the wrong place.

They fold back pages, leave sticky fingerprints on the covers,

Scribble inside.

I do sometimes despair.

I'm afraid the biggest drawback to any public library is the public.

Look at him.

Been coming in here all week, taking up a chair,

doesn't even bother to pretend to read.

You're new here, aren't you?

It's my first day.

Nice to see a smiling face, I must say.

Yes, Scripps, what is it? I am rather busy.

Ah, good day, m'lord.

I wasn't able to get to church on Sunday, but I expect you were there.

Church? Sunday? Of course I was.

Your Lordship appreciates, for life to have any meaning,

we must each seek a spiritual dimension.

Scripps, what are you on about?

As I stood here just now,

I was aware of this enormous sense of calm

that resides in this quiet room,

this tranquil place.

And I know Your Lordship is eager to share

his earthly good fortune with others.

So I hope you'll look charitably on a small request I have to make.

Which is?

A friend of mine, Mr Shahrishi, himself a devout and religious man,

has been approached by The Trinks pop group

with a view to spending a couple of days' quiet meditation

in a tranquil country retreat.

And you're wondering if I'd be fool enough

to throw open my doors to them?

There would be a fee, naturally.

No, Scripps, absolutely not.

So if you'd be so good as to leave this quiet room, this tranquil place.

OK, lads, I'll pick you up in hours.

Thanks, Oscar.

Right, lads, stick together.

CAR HORN

All right. Thanks a lot for that.

Oh, CRO have identified the prints from the shop, Sarge.

Carl Steven Laxton.

From Manchester. I wonder what he's doing over here then.

Call the Manchester boys and see if they know anything.

Right, Sarge.

Plastic mouldings my company made.

I built it up from nothing.

Then one day, my world fell apart.

Really?

My wife left me for a younger man.

Said I'd become dull, boring,

only interested in business.

She was right.

So I sold up.

I needed a purpose in life beyond plastic buckets.

I got into COUGHS

I got into Eastern religion, meditation.

I was into that at one time.

Then we got kicked out of our retreat.

I come in here to warm up a bit.

COUGHS

That's a nasty cough. You want to get some medicine for that.

It's sleeping rough that's caused it.

It's funny, isn't it?

You gave up an ordered existence

to find yourself through an alternative lifestyle.

I've given up freewheeling to knuckle down to a regular job.

Mrs Crane?

I think your time might be more fruitfully spent

reorganising the non-fiction section A-E.

All right?

I know it's tough going, Frank,

but we're going to get over this next incline

and stop for a breather and drink there.

I'll get there, don't worry.

I want a rest here.

Come on, Tony, mate, it's not far.

Come on, you.

I don't see what the big hurry is.

If we're to reach the place I want us to camp tonight, we must keep moving.

Well, go ahead, don't worry about me.

I have to worry about you. The moors can be a dangerous place.

We have to stick together, Tony. OK?

Dangerous place? Guess you could be right, Steve.

What are you doing? What are you playing at?

Sarge, got a call from CID in Manchester.

Carl Laxton, whose fingerprints we found in the grocery shop,

is on the run.

Seems that he and an older lad escaped from Borstal four days ago.

A warder was wounded, the older lad's been recaptured,

but Laxton's still at large and may have a firearm with him.

Carl, what's going on? You're in some sort of trouble, aren't you?

All right, yeah, I am.

Been in t'nick. Escaped a couple of days ago.

The middle of the moors is a good place for me to be just now.

You're on the run from the nick? That's right.

And I ain't going back.

Never.

All right, lads, we're going to pitch the tents there.

Do you two want to put them up?

Tony, Geoff, you collect some firewood.

- Right-o. - Me and Frank will prepare the food.

Don't let Frank near t'food, he'll scoff the lot.

- Shut up. - You shut up.

- Come on, Tony. - I'm doing nothing, me.

Hardly fair, letting everyone else do the work

while you sit on your backside.

He'll rumble you if you carry on like this.

I've nothing to lose.

I never shot that guard. The guy I was with did,

then stuck the g*n in my pocket to give me the blame.

- Give yourself up, tell them that. - They won't listen.

I'm banged up for years.

I've got a plan to get away. And this'll help it happen.

Laxton, it's an unusual name.

There was someone married a Laxton

about years ago in Aidensfield.

- Oh, aye? Who? - It'll come to me in a minute.

Sid Bishop, his wife was a Laxton.

From Salford, Manchester.

So this Carl Laxton may have relations in Aidensfield.

Possible.

COUGHING

BELLS JINGLE

Evening, doctor.

One or two of us have got a bit of a cough.

I know we're not registered, but... could you see us?

A cough?

Have you tried a linctus from the chemist?

Well, we would, but...

sadly, we've got no money.

A free prescription would make things easier.

It's a very persistent cough.

DOG WHINES

What a wasted day that was.

I've tried every country house and mansion in the area.

I've had doors slammed in my face from here to Whitby.

I'm not surprised. Posh folk get fussy about letting their house out

to pop groups and mad mystics.

Mr Vernon, Lord Ashfordly's at the pump.

I've told him we're closed, but he's insisting on having some petrol.

Is he now?

He's happy enough for us to do him a favour,

but he won't do me one and let me rent his house.

Right!

I'll give you the same answer you gave me. No.

Come on, be a good chap.

My niece and her friends are on half-term from boarding school.

I need a full t*nk for trips out and what have you.

I'm sorry, Your Lordship, we are closed.

Scripps, I put a lot of custom this garage's way.

I get all my fuel here, have all my vehicles serviced here

and I am sure you do not want to put your brother's business in jeopardy.

Go on, David.

WOMAN: He's not a bad lad is Carl. Just got into he wrong crowd.

You haven't seen him? Definitely not.

And you've a son Carl's age?

- Geoff, yeah. - Where is he at the moment?

He's out trekking with your mate, the local bobby.

Did Geoff mention seeing his cousin at all?

No. And he would have if he had.

Well, should Carl contact you, please get in touch with us.

Course.

Rick, what are you doing?

This bench is my bed for the night.

You can't sleep on there.

I've slept in worse places since we got evicted.

COUGHS

I gave all my worldly goods to Mr Shahrishi

when he opened the pathway to purity and wisdom for me.

- He took all your money? - No, I gave it to him.

To find true wisdom, you must surrender earthly material things.

Unless you're Mr Shahrishi.

He's staying in comfort at the pub.

He's already a wise man.

Isn't he just?

You can't stay out here with that cough.

Come on, I've a couch you can use.

Come on!

BOYS LAUGH AND CHATTER

All right, calm down, lads.

Sorry. Night, Steve. Eh, it's been brilliant today.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Everything all right?

Yeah, sure.

- Goodnight then, lads. - Goodnight.

He's a really decent bloke you know.

There's no such thing as a decent copper.

I'm scared, Carl. What's the plan you've got?

I'm getting out of the country.

Scottish lad that I used to share a cell with,

I phoned him, we're meeting up.

He can get me on a boat from Stranraer.

How are you going to get to Scotland?

I think I'll take that Land Rover.

Carl Laxton, Sarge.

It's possible he did come here to contact relations,

then thought the better of it and moved on.

Sarge, I was wondering if I could pop over to the doctor's

for half an hour. - Are you not feeling well, Bellamy?

Oh, no, it's not me, it's... it's Gina, Sarge.

She's due a check-up

and it's the modern way to encourage fathers to be there,

you know, show an interest.

Far be it for me to stand in the way of modernity. On you go.

Thank you, sarge.

- I'm not going to do it, man. - I nominate Steve.

- Yeah, go on, Steve. - Why me?

Because I'm going to make the tea, all right?

- Are you all right? - It's like being in the army.

My dad was in the army.

You see, army families move around.

So I had six different schools in as many years.

Made me feel a bit of a loner.

An outsider to any new group I met.

Then I began to realise everyone's an outsider one way or another.

I'm an outsider to this group cos I'm a policeman.

No, that's your tough luck.

Frank's an outsider cos... he's not as fit as everyone else.

You're an outsider cos you're from Manchester.

Where's this sermon leading?

We all have a choice. You either get involved,

or you sit on the sidelines.

You'd be amazed how much you can get out of being part of a team.

Scouts honour? Forget it.

Tony, you're part of this group.

You should join in.

I was a little concerned

by your fraternising with the public yesterday, Mrs Crane.

We keep our status by keeping our distance.

I like talking to people, they interest me.

Well, try to keep the chit-chat to a minimum today, please.

Babs, thanks for last night.

These are my mates. BELLS JINGLE

Hi! Hi, there!

The playing of musical instruments is not permitted in the library.

Thank you.

What does he want now?

He only filled up last night.

Ah, Scripps.

I've been thinking about your request yesterday.

About Mr Shahrishi and The Trinks?

ALL SHRIEK

Perhaps I was a bit abrupt booting the idea like that.

I'm against them having the run of the house, but I might, reluctantly,

consider letting them have the east wing for a couple of nights.

Wonderful, m'lord.

But I want strict safeguards in place and I'd require payment,

for the inconvenience to my housekeeper.

No problem.

Couple of nights... how does quid sound?

sounds better.

They're a simple sect, m'lord, without any earthly means.

I perhaps could get them to pay .

All right. But I don't want this pop group making a racket

and disturbing the rest of the house.

I know you won't regret changing your mind.

Unfortunately, I had it changed for me.

My niece and her friends think these Trinks...

EXCITED SCREAMING

"...are absolutely fab and groovy, man." Whatever that may mean.

I think it just means that they like them, you know?

When they heard I'd turned them down, the girls were furious.

Apparently, it can make a major difference

to how "cool" they are at school.

So, very much against my better judgement, I'll put them up.

But I'm holding you entirely responsible

for things going smoothly, Scripps.

Don't worry, it will, m'lord.

The old maestro hasn't lost his touch then.

Right, lads, this is going to be a tricky descent.

So I want you to watch your footing all the way down, yeah?

Everything's fine, Gina.

Medically speaking you mean. Sorry?

Gina's not happy about having to give up the pub if we get married.

Yeah, I know.

But I'm not wild about being an unmarried mother if we don't.

Yeah, it's a tough decision

and not one I can help you with very much I'm afraid.

I'm sure you'll do what's right for the baby and yourselves.

Thank you, doctor.

Not just a doctor, she's a celebrity.

Got her picture in the paper and everything.

Look at the state of me! I got dragged into that photo.

Look at Oscar.

He always does that cheesy smile when he has his picture taken.

Wait a minute, who's that?

Somebody's cousin, I think.

- Can I use your phone? It's urgent. - Course.

Alf, it's Phil.

Look, tell the sarge I know where Carl Laxton is.

He's on the moors with Steve and the boys.

Who's Carl Laxton?

He's an escaped prisoner, armed with a g*n.

- Are you all right? - No, I don't like it.

Don't be stupid, they've done it.

No, no, I can't, no, it's too steep.

Come on, don't be daft.

- I'm just... just being silly. Yeah.

Just frightened, that's all, just in case. I don't want to lose my...

Oh, my ankle.

Steve, I've hurt my ankle!

Just try and keep still, Frank.

It's definitely broken.

It's good job you slowed his fall, it could've been worse.

- What are we going to do, Steve? - It's fairly sheltered here.

I'll strap his ankle best I can, then go for help.

- And we stay with him?

One of you had best come with me. We'll head for the rendezvous point.

I'll come with you, Steve.

No, you won't. I will.

All right, you go then.

Hiya, Alf.

No, I'm sorry, Oscar's not here. He said he had some shopping to do,

then he's off to pick up Steve and the lads.

And you've no idea where he was meeting them?

Right.

Well, if he comes back, ask him to phone us. It's quite urgent.

Right, mate, hang in there. We'll be as quick as we can.

Geoff, light the primers, he might welcome a nice mug of strong tea.

Sure.

Steve? Yeah?

Nothing. Good luck.

Right, Tony, let's go.

The Trinks are in Leeds on a tour of the North. They're coming today.

Excellent.

Now there's just the small matter of the fee, Mr Shahrishi.

£, I believe?

What's going on?!

They're meditating.

This is a library, not a Buddhist temple.

No-one's complaining.

Are you, ladies? No.

This is a library.

None of you are reading, I'd like you to leave, please.

A few of them have coughs. They just want to stay in the warm.

It's not a shelter for vagrants either. Come on, let's have you out.

I really can't see that they're doing any harm.

I expect my staff to support my actions, not question them.

Let's have you out, or I'll call the police!

Now that is ridiculous. I agree.

Do you? In that case, why don't you leave with them?

I'm very disappointed in you, Mrs Crane.

Very!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, I'm not.

You can't change who you are and I'm not cut out for this nonsense!

Right, let's go!

Power to the people, Hare Krishna and all that jazz!

♪ Krishna, Hare, Lama

♪ Lama, lama

♪ Hare Krishna! ♪

Carl's out there with them?

Do you know where they were dropped off?

Geoff just said, "The moors."

Well, don't you lot know where they are?

I'm afraid not.

Well, if Carl's got a g*n,

you'd better find them pretty sharpish, haven't you!

- Today? - You did agree to it, m'lord.

- And the Trinks are due any time. - I didn't know it would be so soon.

I'm leaving for a prior engagement. I won't be back till tomorrow.

I'm sure you wouldn't want to disappoint your niece and her chums.

I assure you, everything will run smoothly.

It had better cos I hold you responsible

if my housekeeper's caused any inconvenience.

SCREAMING What the...?

SCREAMING

The Trinks and some of their fans, m'lord.

I mean it, Scripps, any nonsense or shenanigans, your head will roll!

Girls, girls!

TYRES SCREECH

- Oscar not back? - He's gone to the rendezvous point.

Does Steve's mum have any idea where they were dropped off?

She wasn't at the library. She's been dismissed, apparently.

There's a surprise.

You wait here just in case Oscar does come back.

Keep going, Tony. You're doing great.

- How much further? - Not far.

Oscar's due back in about half an hour.

CHANTING AND JINGLING BELLS

♪ Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna

♪ Hare, rama

♪ Rama, rama

♪ Hare Krishna

♪ Krishna, Krishna

♪ Hare, rama

♪ Rama, rama

♪ Hare Krishna

♪ Krishna, Krishna Rama... ♪

Oh, my sweet Lord!

Sergeant Merton.

Hardly appropriate use of a police house, Mrs Crane.

I'm so sorry, Sergeant Merton.

I've let Stevie down again, haven't I?

Look, I'm very anxious to contact him.

Have you any idea where he might be?

Just the moors, that's all.

Oh, hang on a minute, he gave me a bit of paper.

He did?

I put it somewhere...

Your handbag perhaps?

Of course. Silly me!

No, that's bus times... Ah!

Here it is.

"Being dropped at the car park, Scarsdale point,

then on to Stoney Pike moor." Great.

Thanks very much, Mrs Crane.

Well done, Oscar, bang on time.

We'll have to drive straight to a phone, alert Moorland Rescue,

try and get a doctor out here.

- Only two? Is there a problem? - One lad has broken his ankle.

There's a bigger problem than that. Get away from the Land Rover.

Come on, get out. Move!

Tony, what's going on?

Carl! My name is Carl!

Frank needs help. He needs hospital treatment now.

If you take this vehicle he'll be in trouble.

Shut it and move out of my way.

Don't be stupid, lad.

Out of my way, I said! And you, copper! Come on!

You won't sh**t me, Carl. You're not a k*ller.

Get out of my way!

Do what he says, Steve.

This won't solve anything for you.

I think at heart, you're a decent lad.

Now give me the g*n.

Get back, Steve. I'll fire.

No, you won't.

I never shot that guard.

It isn't even my g*n.

The guy I broke out with, he had it smuggled in.

I had no idea that he'd got it.

But I'll get blamed.

SIREN

Just tell them the truth.

Show me your hands! Look at me!

- It's clear! - What's happening, Steve?

We've got a boy on the moors with a broken ankle, Sarge.

That lad is Carl Laxton. He's on the run from Borstal.

We know he's armed.

He handed this over to me of his own accord.

He voluntarily turned himself in.

That's right, Sergeant.

He also volunteered to get help for our injured lad.

Carl's been a valued member of our team.

I see.

All right, Laxton, I'm taking you back into custody.

Let's get assistance to your injured boy.

I imagine after all that, you're ready for a pint, young Steve?

Ah, Bellamy.

- Gina wants a word. She's upstairs. - All right.

All right, lads, what can I get you?

I'm sorry, Phil,

I resent having the biggest decision of my life decided by regulations.

I'll give up the job. If that's what you want.

We tried that, it didn't work.

Nope, I've decided. I'm going back to Liverpool to be with my family.

I need time to think this through properly.

I'm off, Stevie, back to London.

Keep in touch, and send me your address.

When I've got one.

Perhaps I'm just not cut out for settling down, eh?

Perhaps not. Take care, Mum.

The hospital confirm it's a clean break.

- He'll be fine. - It's my fault.

I should've stayed closer to him going down that gully.

Aye, you should. But we live and learn, don't we?

I gather most of the other lads enjoyed the experience?

They're all keen on doing it again.

Your biggest success seems to have been getting Carl Laxton

to do some growing up. PHONE RINGS

Yes, Sarge, I reckon he did.

- Ashfordly Police Station. - I had a word with the authorities.

Let's hope you're right and he puts his life back on the right track.

Yes, he is. Sarge, it's Lord Ashfordly's housekeeper for you.

- What's her name again? - Kellet.

Yes, Mrs Kellet?

VERNON: Rock groups always do it when they trash hotel rooms, m'lord.

They throw the telly out of the window.

Why the blazes did they want to trash my place anyway?

I keep trying to tell you...

It's not my fault!

Quiet meditation you said!

It's all that Shahrishi's fault.

The Trinks spotted him as a phoney, threw him out

and decided to have a rock 'n' roll party.

Where's Shahrishi now? Who's going to pay for all this?

He's scarpered, m'lord.

Then you'll foot the bill. He must have paid you something!

Oh, all right.

All right, have it!

Have it all! Hundred and fifty flamin' quid.

Ah, Sergeant, thank goodness.

David's gone off in the taxi.

Any chance of a lift back?

None whatsoever.

SNORING