14x06 - Wrecked

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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: 'Driving Song' by Jethro Tull

♪ Will they ever stop drivin' me?

♪ Have they ever taken time to see

♪ That I need some rest

♪ If I'm to do my best?

TYRES SCREECH

♪ Can I please stop workin' so hard?

♪ They just tell me got to close it hard

♪ Got to think of my health

BLEATING

♪ Can I be by myself? ♪

Thanks, sheep.

Alf, I want to know the owner of a dark-green Cortina.

Registration number, Romeo, Tango, Juliet, , Charlie.

WALKER: 'Over'

Righto, Rob. I'll get back to you on that. Out.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police Station.

Ah, Ben. Good morning. What can I do for you?

He's had what stolen?

Oh, I'll tell him immediately.

And I'll tell him that, too. Bye.

Ah, Sarge. That was Ben up at the Hall.

He wonders if you can pop up there as soon as you can

because Lord Ashfordly's had something stolen.

- What? - His greenhouse.

MUSIC: ' - - - - ' by Manfred Mann

♪ Five, four, three, two, one...

Can I help?

Can I help you with anything?

I beg your pardon?

Oh, if it's about a funeral, you need to speak to Mr Scripps.

- But he's away now at the moment. - No, he isn't.

- You what? - I'm Mr Scripps.

Oh! Hello.

I'm Rosie. Your new employee.

My what?

Your new employee.

Vernon, what the blazes is going on?

You said you'd told him all about me, Mr Scripps.

Yes, well, I just haven't had the opportunity.

♪ Five, four, three, two, one

♪ Five, four, three, two, one ♪

Ah, PC Bellamy.

Good news, Mrs Bryden.

- Wonderful! Did someone hand it in? - No, I found it myself.

Really?

Well, you said you lost it on Church Street, and I was in the area,

and I just kept my eyes peeled.

And brought it straight round. That's very kind of you.

Well, I didn't want you worrying any longer than necessary.

Thank you so much.

- Who's this fella, then? - Oh, Jack.

I'm dropping him at his baby-sitter's.

I've got some classes this afternoon.

- Classes? - I teach yoga.

Oh, I see.

Well, don't let me hold you up.

I'll be done by early evening.

Will you let me buy you a drink as a thank-you?

Well, that's really kind. What about...

Oh, I can leave him with his baby-sitter a bit longer.

What about Mr Bryden?

Er, there isn't one.

He was in the Army.

Died in a training accident a couple of years ago.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

That's OK. I've moved on.

You have to when you've a child to take care of.

Of course.

Well, there's a really nice pub in Ashfordly.

The Aidensfield Arms would be better for me.

Not a problem, is it?

Erm, I won't have much time, you see.

Er, no. No, it'll be fine.

Good. Say seven o'clock?

Perfect.

OK. I'll see you later, then.

Grease g*n, please, David.

Where is it?

- Down there on the back bench. - OK.

CLATTERING

Do you know, this place is an absolute tip, Bernard.

Nonsense. I know where to lay my hands on everything.

But nobody else does.

No, David.

Maybe we could have a big clear-up.

Good idea.

And while we're at it, we could start on the yard, as well.

Get that old wreck cleared to the scrap yard.

Better still, we could flog it.

Needs a respray.

Well, that's no problem.

Not to mention a couple of doors.

We can get those from scrap yard.

There you are, Bernard. Even David's coming up with ideas now.

MUSIC: 'Sun Arise' by Rolf Harris

♪ Sun arise, she bring in the morning

♪ Sun arise, bring in the morning

♪ Sun arise, bring in the morning

♪ Spreading all the light all around ♪

Ah, good day, mate.

Hello, there.

MAN: I wouldn't like to be in your shoes.

Chuck's as mad as a cut snake over his greenhouse.

I see.

I'm Sandy. This is Jennifer. We're rellies of his over from Oz.

Having a few months driving around Europe.

This was always going to be our first port of call,

the ancestral homestead.

Just filling him in on the family connection, Chuck.

Really? I have rather more important matters for him to attend to.

This way, please, Sergeant.

I don't understand.

They claim to be descended from some black sheep of the family

transported to Australia.

Probably nonsense, but I had to give them the benefit of the doubt.

Just so long as I don't have to social with them.

No, I meant the message, that your greenhouse has been stolen.

- It has. - But it was there when I drove in.

No, no, no, no. I meant my new greenhouse.

It only arrived yesterday.

The head gardener was just going to assemble it today,

but when he came to do it, he found the framework missing.

I see. Why didn't they take the glass?

Probably thought they'd be heard but my bet is they'll be back for it,

so I want them apprehended, Merton, and swiftly.

MUSIC: 'Go Away, Little Girl' by Mark Wynter

What it is to have a bit of youthful enthusiasm

around the place at least.

Come on. Let's get looking.

I'll come, too.

Oh, we haven't really got enough room in the front of the truck.

Nonsense, David. She can get in the middle.

Come on.

♪ I'm not supposed to be alone with you

♪ Oh, I know that your lips are sweet

♪ But our lips must never meet

♪ I belong to someone else

♪ And I must be true

♪ Oh, go away, little girl... ♪

Mr Hunter.

What can I do for you?

I need a couple of doors for an old standard ten.

Ooh, not many of those around these days, you know?

I know.

You can tour all t'scrap yards in t'area and not even find one.

Let alone a pair.

Luckily, you came to me.

Over there.

VERNON: How much are they?

Fifteen quid apiece.

VERNON: That's a bit steep, isn't it?

What sort of condition are they in?

Perfect.

Course, you could always try elsewhere.

Er, no, no, that won't be necessary. We'll have 'em.

David...

Excuse me.

Oh, I'll give you a lift.

I can actually manage on my own.

David, what's wrong?

Well, me and Mr Vernon normally do this sort of thing on our own.

I just want to be sure we get the right thing.

David, I'm just a new member of the team.

I'm not here to take your place.

- Honestly? - Honestly.

Mr Scripps, he's all yours!

LAUGHS

BLEATING AND CLUCKING

- Mrs Baldock? - Yes.

PC Walker, Ashfordly Police. Is this your car?

Yes. What of it?

Were you out in it today?

- No. - Then who else was?

MRS BALDOCK: My son. Why do you want to know?

It forced me off the road.

Keith, do you know anything about this?

- No, nothing. - Well, you must have seen me.

- Honestly, I didn't. - I could've been seriously injured.

- You lot never give up, do you? - What do you mean?

- I knew it'd be like this. - Keith!

Look, I'm sorry if I forced you off the road.

It was an accident. I didn't mean any harm.

Now, if it had been Phil Bellamy, it might've been a different matter.

STARTS ENGINE

What was all that about?

You'd better ask PC Bellamy.

We could have it on the forecourt with a for sale sign tomorrow.

Excellent!

Thanks, Oscar.

Who's this with Bellamy, then?

GINA: No idea.

He's got a nerve, bringing her in here.

Phil's free to bring in whoever he likes.

Oscar. This is Emma.

Hi.

How do you do?

- Gin and tonic and a pint, please. - This is my treat.

- No, I'd like to get... - No, I insist.

So, have you ever tried yoga?

Well, I'm not sure the old joints are flexible enough now.

That's a good reason to take it up.

- Should I come to your classes? - Definitely.

And yoga's not just physical thing.

How do you mean?

Well, it's about achieving a balance

between the physical, emotional and spiritual sides of yourself.

- Thank you. - Well, it certainly works for you.

You look great.

Thanks.

Considering everything that you've been through.

- Hi... - All right, Phil?

- Yeah, fine, thanks. - Having a nice night?

Yeah. We'll just take a seat.

Thank you.

Cheers.

So, how about you?

Me?

Well, I'm as happy as the next man.

So, there's no Mrs Bellamy waiting for you at home, then?

No. No, there's no one at all.

Keith Baldock,

who has just returned from a five-year stretch in Armley.

For what?

Well, he stole a car, which was used by a mate

as a getaway vehicle for a bank robbery in Scarborough.

Phil was sent round to arrest him for the stolen car,

and told him it would be better for him

if he came clean about everything,

who he'd stolen the car for, and so on.

And he did. But somehow it got into his head,

if he told the truth,

Phil would get him a more lenient sentence.

That was never in Bellamy's gift.

Quite.

That would explain why he's got it in for Phil.

But it doesn't excuse driving without due care.

Far less making threats against Bellamy.

You should have given him an official warning.

Sorry, Sarge.

It's all right. You can make up for it tonight.

A special surveillance operation.

On what?

Lord Ashfordly's greenhouse.

You see, a mantra is a little chant used to help focus your mind,

whereas a chakra is like a field of light

which connects both mind, body and soul.

Not quite with you.

I'll show you! But not tonight. I really must be getting back.

Yeah, of course. Jack.

Yeah.

Oh, let me help you with this.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Aren't you going to introduce us?

Er, Gina, this is Emma.

New to the area?

That's right.

You're welcome in here any time.

Thanks.

BELLAMY: Gina's an old friend.

That's one way of putting it.

Night, then.

Good night.

So, must have been quite serious, then.

Sorry?

You and Gina.

You were obviously more than just friends.

We were engaged,

but it fell through.

Why?

Another time, eh?

So, when are you gonna show me where my chakras are?

LAUGHS

Tomorrow night, after my evening class.

I could cook you a meal.

Sounds great. Till tomorrow, then.

OK. Thanks for tonight, Phil.

Phil!

TYRES SCREECHING

Are you all right?

GROANS

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Come on.

MUSIC: 'I Feel Free' by Cream

♪ I feel free

♪ Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

♪ I feel free

♪ Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

♪ I feel free

♪ Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

♪ I feel free

♪ Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

♪ I feel free

♪ Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

♪ I feel free

♪ Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

♪ I feel free

♪ Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

♪ I feel free

♪ Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

♪ I feel free ♪

Ah! Any luck with the bushwhackers?

- You what? - The robbers.

Oh, no, they didn't show.

Oh, tough luck, mate.

Anyway, listen, Jennifer's just rustling up some breakfast.

Fancy some?

- Ooh, not half. - Come on, then.

You didn't see the registration number?

I couldn't tell you the make or the colour.

It came at me from behind.

So, there was no evidence it was Keith Baldock?

No. Maybe it was just a drunken idiot.

He has made threats against you,

paying you back when he got out of prison.

Yeah.

Then he needs another visit, doesn't he?

From you, Sarge?

No, from you.

Find out what he was up to last night.

And even if he has an alibi, be firm with him.

Right, Sarge.

SIZZLING

I'll tell you what, Rod.

Rob.

- You poms aren't a bad lot. - Oh, thanks.

Apart from the fact that you never take a shower,

you can't play cricket, and your beer's too warm.

LAUGHS

- There you go, mate. - Oh, looks delicious.

Constable? What's going on?

He's about to stick his face into some decent tucker.

- What about the thieves? - Oh, they didn't come back.

Well, I trust Sergeant Merton's got you pursuing

all other possible lines of inquiry?

Of course.

Sure you won't like to stay for a fry-up?

I'm sorry. I've business to attend to.

Sure knows how to spit his dummy, does our Chuck.

PC Bellamy...

As if I'd forget.

I wanted a word with Keith.

He's not in.

Do you know where he was last night?

Out. I don't know where.

Look, why are you doing this?

Since he got out of prison, all he's wanted is to get on with his life.

Well, we're more than happy for him to do that.

It's just that somebody drove a car at me last night.

You're not accusing Keith?

Well, it was only yesterday, PC Walker tells me,

that Keith made a threat against me.

He hates you and with good reason.

He only stole that car to get money to help his dad out

because he was too sick to run the farm anymore.

Yeah, I know that.

Then why didn't you do something for him at the trial?

There was nothing I could do.

You know he never saw his dad again?

He died while Keith was in prison.

I'm sorry. I didn't.

And this place went to rack and ruin.

Is it any wonder he hates you?

What's going on?

I want a word with you, Keith.

All right. Don't go upsetting her.

He thinks you tried to run him down last night.

Look, I'm not making any accusations.

Yes, you are.

Where were you last night?

Minding my own business.

He wouldn't do a thing like that.

I wouldn't be so sure of that, Mum.

Just go, before you do any more damage to this family.

Where's the torque wrench?

Over here, Mr Scripps.

Aye aye. I think we've got a potential customer.

Good day, sir. Can I help you?

ROSIE: Looks pretty interested.

BERNARD: He'll never pay for it.

I'll bet you ten bob.

I'm not a betting man, Rosemary.

Good thing, by the look of it.

He wants it. He's coming back with his cheque book in half an hour.

What did I tell you, Mr Scripps?

DAVID: I reckon we should do up some more old cars, Mr Vernon.

My thought exactly, David.

- We haven't got any others. - Yes, you have.

Where?

Round the back. Come on.

You can't do anything with that. It's got no gearbox.

Well, we can get one of them from Jim Hunter at the scrap yard.

Or engine.

No engine? Blimey. It's just a shell, then.

Exactly.

It's probably not worth the effort.

Rosie, don't let Bernard's scepticism get to you.

I don't think I handled it that well.

No, nor do I, Bellamy.

At least, you should've given him a warning

about his dangerous driving,

and made him account for his whereabouts last night.

Yes, Sarge.

I've had enough of this.

We'll need to read him the riot act first thing tomorrow.

Walker, Ben Norton's been on the phone again.

Been looking at the small ads in the local paper, Sarge,

to see if anyone's been trying to sell a greenhouse. No luck.

Well, pretty unlikely anyone's gonna flog a greenhouse

without any glass.

Looks like another night of surveillance, doesn't it,

up the Hall.

Yes, Sarge.

SIGHS

What it is to be popular, eh?

- Hello there. - Hi.

How can I help?

It was actually PC Bellamy I wanted.

Oh. Phil?

You've got a visitor.

Hi. Sorry to call in on you here.

It's all right.

I wanted to ask you a favour.

My baby-sitter's ill.

I wondering if you could come round a bit earlier

and look after Jack whilst I teach my class.

It's a real cheek, I know, but I...

It's all right.

Are you sure?

Honestly, it would be a pleasure.

Oh, great. OK. I'll see you later, then.

See you.

See you, Jack.

Oh, now you really are testing me, Vernon.

Well, I realise that.

But I do happen to have a gearbox.

I think there's one under that lot there.

Oh, marvellous. What about an engine?

An engine? No, I'm sure I don't have one.

Well, I'd better try somewhere else then.

No, leave it with me. I have some contacts.

I may be able to lay my hands on one.

It might not come cheaply.

Well, that's all right. I mean, I'm prepared to pay the going rate.

I'll give you a ring.

Thanks, Mr Hunter. You're a real mate.

Extra blankets there.

And there's some juice in the fridge, if he wakes up.

We're fine. Go on. It's all right.

You like babies, then?

Oh, yes, I love 'em!

Well, Gina and I had one, but he was premature and...

And you lost him?

Mm. He only lived for a couple of days.

Without the baby, we realised there was nothing between us.

No point marrying.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh, that's all right. I'm over it now.

Aren't I, hm?

So, go on.

Go on. We'll be fine. I'm sure we'll get on like a house on fire.

- I'm sure you will. - We will!

- I'll see you later. - See you later.

MUSIC: The Day That Curly Billy Shot Down Crazy Sam McGee by The Hollies

Bye, Mum.

Oh, my dad used to have one of those.

Really?

Always fancy one myself.

Think Dennis would?

JENNY: Oh, yeah, he'd love it.

Little trips to the Highlands, and all that.

It's not for sale, is it, Vernon?

As a matter of fact, Jenny, it is coming on the market,

and very soon.

Really?

Fully refurbished,

and at a very competitive price.

- How much? - Two hundred.

And .

That's a bit steep.

But as it's you, Jenny, we'll call it .

Oh, wonderful! Well, shall I give you a deposit now?

Oh, certainly.

Shall we say a tenner?

- Great. - Are you sure Dennis won't mind?

I shan't tell him. It'll be a really nice surprise.

♪ But he was smart He'd already checked

♪ A week in advance I'd paid down

Well, the hotel clerk Was a fun-loving man

♪ The job he had it didn't pay

♪ He told all about what happened that night

♪ There he is, that's the one's all he'd say ♪

GLASS SMASHING

JACK CRYING

JACK CRYING

What's happened?

Somebody threw a brick through the window.

It's all right. He was in his cot.

Thank goodness. I'm really sorry, Emma.

Oh, it's not your fault, Phil.

- But I think I know who did it. - Who?

Well, I can't tell you. It's a police matter.

CRYING Shh.

- Morning. - All right, Rod?

Any luck last night?

No, waste of time.

Ah, I should beat it,

before Chuck starts coming the raw prawn with you again.

Yeah, that's the general idea.

Well, good luck. We're off today.

Oh, really?

It's the weather. It's k*lling us.

We've been dropping hints to Chuck to move us in,

but he doesn't seem to be taking them.

Yeah, he suggested we take a look around Wales.

Said it might be a bit warmer over there.

Well, good luck.

Yeah, you too. You're a ripper bloke, Rod.

Rob.

No sign of the Cortina, Sarge.

Doesn't mean he's not at home.

Liz? What are you doing here?

You'd better come in.

Mrs Baldock?

What happened?

I don't want to talk about it.

Keith telephoned me this morning. He was in a terrible state.

He said that he and his mum had had a row last night,

and he wanted me to call in and see how she was.

Keith did this to you?

What happened, Mrs Baldock?

He'd been drinking all day.

I cooked a meal for him, but he wouldn't eat it.

Said he was going to the pub.

I tried to get him to calm down,

but he said he was going to teach Phil Bellamy a lesson.

He picked up the car keys. I tried to grab them from him.

And he pushed me against the wall and stormed out.

It's all right, Annie.

He's done something really stupid, hasn't he?

We're not sure. We're just trying to find him.

Right. Where does he normally drink, Mrs Baldock?

Every pub in the area at the moment.

VERNON: Yeah, well, we need it by tomorrow.

Yes, all right. Thanks a lot. Bye.

Mr Hunter!

Vernon.

Ah, so that's it?

It is indeed.

That bodywork looks in pretty good nick.

Which isn't much use without the mechanics.

Which is where I come in.

VERNON: Blinkin' heck! You've managed to get an engine too.

Spoke to a few contacts.

How much do you want for them?

Say .

Bit steep.

Still going to leave you with a handsome profit, though, I'll bet.

- Morning. - All right?

Is Emma around?

Yeah, she's in the house.

Thanks.

Emma?

- Hi. - Hi.

I just wanted to see how you were.

Fine, thanks. Sorry. Excuse me.

Come on.

Sorry.

Found yourself a glazier, then?

Yeah, no problem.

We're still looking for the suspect.

I see.

I know we said we couldn't tell you who he was,

but I've discussed with my Sergeant,

and he thinks it's best that you do know.

His name's Keith Baldock.

He's around ,

about five foot six inches tall,

short brown hair.

And if you see anyone matching that description, please contact us.

OK. I will.

And er, well, there's something else, as well.

What?

It's best if I don't see you,

just till we get this sorted out.

You really think so?

Well, I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you or Jack,

because of me.

If that's what you think's best.

Just for a little while, till it's sorted.

Just clear that lot up, then I'm done.

OK.

Well, I'll be in touch soon, then.

Up to you.

I mean it, Emma.

Good. Erm, well...

I've got to get Jack to his baby-sitter. Got a class.

Yeah. See you then.

GINA: All right! I'm coming.

I need a drink.

Excuse me! We're not open yet.

And anyway you look like you've had quite enough.

- WALKER: Keith, I need a word. - Not you lot again.

I suggest we do this down the station.

I am not going down any police station. I am having a drink.

Oh, no, you're not.

You heard what she said.

Ah! Get off me!

Keith Baldock, I'm arresting you for assaulting a police officer.

♪ My grandad and your grandad

♪ Sitting by the fire...

Ah, Chuck! Time to say "adios", mate.

Oh, are you really going?

Afraid so,

unless you can think of anywhere warmer for us to kip of a night.

Well, you'd have been welcome to stay in the house,

but you'd probably have found it just as cold in there.

What, even with central heating?

Central heating? Good heavens, we don't have anything like that.

Ah well, it's been bonzer meeting you.

Hope you get your greenhouse back.

Yeah, and don't forget, if ever you're in Wagga Wagga, look us up.

After all, family's family, isn't it?

♪ Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ne

♪ Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ne

♪ Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ne ♪

KEY TURNING

Strewth! The damn thing's carked!

Right, we'll give him some time to come to his senses.

At least he can't do anybody any harm now.

VENTRESS: Yes, we'll send someone down. Bye.

Oh, that's Ben up at the Hall.

Go on.

He says His Lordship is fuming.

I've done everything I can to find his greenhouse, Sarge.

It's not the greenhouse this time.

Then, what is it?

You've got a heck of a crime problem round here.

You wanna get on top of it fast, before it gets right out of hand.

I don't understand.

Some bludger has swiped our engine.

But you were asleep in it all night.

And you, Walker, were over in the bushes,

supposedly keeping a lookout.

I was. I did.

Sergeant!

First my greenhouse. Now this.

I'm terribly sorry.

Well, that's not good enough.

Without an engine in that vehicle,

I could be stuck with those two till next Christmas.

- Walker. - Sarge?

Find that engine. Pronto.

Sarge.

All right. Come on, then.

Off we go.

Jack?

Jack!

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly police.

EMMA: 'Phil, it's me.'

Emma.

'You've got to come round now.'

Why? What's up?

'It's Jack. He's gone.'

Morning.

Oh, morning, Rob. What can we do for you?

- Maybe give me some advice. - Go ahead.

I noticed you working on this.

Oh, it's already sold.

I don't want to buy it,

but if I wanted to get an engine for one, where would I look?

Not here. We had trouble enough getting hold of this.

So, you've just put a new engine in it?

Yeah, this morning. Easy job.

It's held in with four bolts. Just got to tune it up now.

Where did you get it from?

He'll tell you.

Vernon.

I believe you've just acquired a new engine for this vehicle.

What of it?

Who did you buy it off?

Jim Hunter. He's got the scrap yard up on the Whitby Road.

It's absolutely kosher. He's as honest as the day is long, is Jim.

Well, then, he's nothing to worry about, has he? Nor have you.

What?

Emma?

I don't believe he'd do this.

It can't be him, Emma. Keith's in a cell at the station.

I know it's not him, Phil.

Well, then, who? Tell me, Emma.

Richard.

Who's Richard?

The man that was here fixing the window.

- Well, why would a workman... - He's not a workman.

He's my husband.

We split up just after Jack was born.

He was always possessive, but it just got too much.

He wouldn't let me wear make-up or go out of the house on my own.

I've moved three times to get away from him.

But he always finds me.

He knew we'd been to the pub together.

So, the car was him, too?

He came round this morning, full of pathetic apologies.

Said he knew he shouldn't have done it.

Offered to fix the window.

But afterwards, after you'd called, he started at me again.

We had a terrible row.

I told him to leave and went upstairs.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

How could I? You would have run a mile.

I really like you, Phil.

Yeah?

Yes.

Please.

Help me find Jack.

Has she any idea where her husband's been staying?

Whitby. That's as much as she knows.

Well, you go over there. I'll ask Whitby police to liaise with you.

Right. Oh, Sarge, you'd better tell them what state Richard's in.

She doesn't think he'd harm the child, does she?

I don't think she knows anything,

but he must have been worked up to take the child.

Agreed.

So, what are you going to charge me with? Assaulting a police officer?

I've a damn good mind to.

But PC Walker's spoken up for you.

Seems to think you hit him more by accident than design.

That's as maybe, but I wouldn't blame him.

Or you.

You especially, Bellamy.

I can't believe you don't want me back in the nick.

I've no desire to do that, Keith.

Look,

I'm really sorry about what happened to your dad.

I'd like to believe that.

Well, I am.

Believe it or not.

And I'm sorry if it feels like we've been hassling you

these last couple of days.

Maybe it's best if we just put it all behind us now, eh?

MUSIC: 'I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself' by Dusty Springfield

Be a long time before I can do that, Bellamy.

If ever.

Can I go now?

♪ I'm so used to doing everything With you...

You go on to Whitby.

Alf, you get round to Emma's.

She's gonna need someone strong by her side, while we sort this out.

♪ I just don't know what to do

♪ With my time

♪ I'm so lonesome for you, it's a crime

♪ Going to a movie only makes me sad

♪ Parties make me feel as bad

♪ When I'm not with you

♪ I just don't know what to do...

Hello? Anybody there?

♪ Like a summer rose

♪ Needs the sun and rain

♪ I need your sweet love

♪ To beat all the pain... ♪

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

Yeah, Sarge, it's me.

'Bellamy, Alf's just called in. Emma's not at the house.'

No.

She's with Richard and the baby here.

They're on a bench on the pier.

- Do you have support over there? - 'Yes.'

'We need to handle this really carefully.'

Of course. Well, you keep the situation under observation.

But don't do anything till I get there.

Hello?

- Can I help you? - Are you Mr Hunter?

- That's right. - Then I think you probably can.

I came to enquire about an engine that's missing from a VW camper.

But maybe we should talk about greenhouses first.

I'm not following you.

Oh, I think you are.

How much is aluminium scrap fetching at the moment?

It's not bad.

I'd heard the price had gone through the roof.

Must've been a good night, nicking that greenhouse.

Not as good as last night though.

I was nowhere near Ashfordly Hall last night.

Really?

Then maybe you can explain to me

how the number on the engine you sold to Vernon Scripps

matches the one on the VW camper parked outside Ashfordly Hall?

Or am I going too quick for you?

♪ I just don't know what to do

♪ With myself

♪ I just don't know what to do with myself

♪ Baby if your new love

♪ Ever turns you down...

I've moved!

You're just not listening to me.

No, don't touch him, Richard!

Keep away.

Phil, do something!

Richard, listen.

Leave my family alone. JACK CRYING

Keep back. Leave this to me.

- EMMA: Richard! - BELLAMY: Richard!

- Hold on! Police! - Richard!

♪ I need your sweet love

♪ To beat all the pain

♪ I don't know just what to do with myself

♪ I don't know just what to do with myself ♪

He's mine. No one's gonna take him from me.

He doesn't want to take Jack away from you, Richard.

I just want to talk.

- This is my family. Keep out of it. - I know it's your family.

We're not a family anymore.

- It's over, Richard. - Don't say that.

I'm sorry, but it's the truth.

All right. I understand. You want him, not me.

It's up to you.

But you're not having Jack.

BOTH: Richard!

Let's talk about this.

There's nothing to say. My life's not worth living without my family.

Richard!

Think about what you're doing.

Eh? You say you love your family.

What kind of love is this?

You can't force Emma to love you by threatening her, or Jack.

This is none of your business.

It is my business when you put people's lives at risk.

Look at Jack. He's cold and he's frightened.

He's all right. He's got his dad. JACK CRYING

Just hand him over to me and then we can all walk off this pier safely.

We can sort it out.

- It can never be sorted out. - Richard, I know you're upset.

And I know you don't want to hurt Jack.

Not really.

What would you know about it?

Enough.

Look, Richard,

some people know what it's like to lose a child,

and until it happens to you,

you have no idea how terrible that is.

It's the worst thing that can ever happen to anyone,

and I didn't have a choice.

You do, Richard.

You can watch your child grow up.

It's happened to you?

JACK CRYING

I know you don't want to hurt him. I know that. So, come on.

Just hand him over.

Or give him to Emma.

He'll always be your child, Richard.

He's just gonna be safer with his mum.

EMMA: Please, Richard.

Come on. Please.

Come on.

There you go, Bernie.

Same again?

Right. Same again, lads?

Just one for me, I think. Phil's going, I reckon.

Really? I thought you'd be celebrating.

Brave thing you did today.

Thanks, Oscar. I'm just a bit tired, I guess.

- Cheers, mate. - See you. See you, Oscar.

Yeah.

Phil?

Hey, look. I'm really sorry it didn't work out for you.

It's just not meant to for some of us, is it?

Well, there'll be others. I'm sure there will.

Well, even if there are, will they be the right one?

No.

I didn't think so, either.

See you.

You better tell Jenny it isn't for sale anymore.

Give her her deposit back before Merton finds out.

Good thinking.

Erm, gin and tonic and vodka orange.

Er, Jen, the camper.

There's been a bit of a hitch. It's not for sale anymore.

How come?

Well, there's a major mechanical fault. It's unrepairable.

I am sorry.

Oh, well. Dennis was only saying this morning

how tight things are financially.

Oh, good. Well, look. Here's your deposit back.

Aye aye? What's all this?

I was gonna buy you a present, but it hasn't worked out.

A present?

What kind of present?

Well, she didn't buy it, so it hardly matters now.

No. Go on. I'd really like to know.

Sergeant Merton! Just the man.

Took you too long, but I gather you've apprehended the villain.

Well, yes,

but not before they'd chopped your greenhouse up for scrap.

Oh, I dare say it will be covered by insurance,

but the best news of all is, they've gone.

- They? - The Australians.

On their way to Llandudno as we speak, thank heavens.

Now, what are you all drinking?

Oh, that's very generous of you, Your Lordship!

Chuck! Thank goodness you're still here!

You won't believe what happened, we got a flat.

Yeah, and I can't get the bloomin' spare off.