14x22 - Duty Of Care

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

DUCKS QUACKING

g*n COCKS

MUSIC: 'Hey Willy' by The Hollies

g*nshots

DOGS BARKING

g*nshots

BLOWS WHISTLE

g*nshots

What's he doing?

g*nshots

g*nshots

g*nsh*t

Denny!

g*n COCKS

- BOY: Denny, get down! - Denny!

BLOWS WHISTLE

g*nshots

So I said to young David, I said,

"We look to Lord Ashfordly as an example of a man

who knows how to put the countryside to good use."

I mean, these sh**ting parties are two a penny

in the big houses around here.

I mean, they cater for your well-heeled townie

who doesn't know his arm from his -bore.

Yeah, well, thank you very much, Mrs, erm...

But what about the ladies?

I mean, you don't want them sitting around,

twiddling their thumbs, while the men have all the fun.

Well, I'm very sorry, Mrs, er,

but I really haven't got time for this at the moment.

Mr Bentham and I are rather busy with the estate renovations,

but I can assure you that the ladies of the sh**ting party

will be well catered for. - Ah!

Catering for 'em and entertaining 'em aren't the same thing.

And the men are always happiest with the womenfolk out of their hair.

And that's where I come in.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Ah, Mrs Kellet.

Sorry, your Lordship. There's been an accident.

Sarge, there's a sh**ting incident up at Ashfordly Hall.

- Casualties? - A child. A young boy apparently.

Let's get up there.

HELEN: You haven't moved him?

I never saw him. He came from nowhere.

HELEN: Never mind that now. Do we have a name?

Denny. Denny Jubb. Son of one of our tenant farmers.

Denny, can you hear me?

Do you mind if I have a look?

MAN: I tried to stop the bleeding.

Yes, and you've done a fine job, but we have to take him now.

We'll be checking all the statements, Lord Ashfordly,

to find out how this thing happened.

And I'll be taking the g*ns for examination.

But I've got people booked here for a full week's sport.

This could cost me a fortune in lost revenue.

With all due respect, sir, there is more at stake here than revenue.

Of course. My staff and I will do everything we can to cooperate.

Thank you, sir.

Dr Trent.

Hello. I'll meet you at the hospital.

Excuse me, sir...

I thought I should go with him, in lieu of his parents.

Er...

I'm the estate manager, Richard Bentham.

Right. Well, that won't be necessary, sir.

I'll follow the ambulance, and we'll contact his parents,

and I'll get them to meet us there.

Are you the man in charge here?

So what was the boy doing, hanging around up here?

How should I know?

Are there often youths hanging around here?

No. But you know what young lads are like.

His parents are tenants, you say, a farm up on the moor?

So he'd know his way around the estate?

A bit of childish trespass gone wrong?

Look...

He ran out from nowhere.

The party we've got up here this week,

well, most of them are novice sh*ts.

Under your supervision.

Yes.

Oh, that's a terrible thing to have happened.

PEGGY SIGHS

But...

It's an ill wind that blows nobody any good.

And I reckon his Lordship'll be glad of our help now,

keeping his guests busy.

Here. That's a chauffeur's uniform.

Hey, there's no fooling you, is there, David?

No, I've, er, done a bit of a deal with that housekeeper of his.

You know, the one that looks like she's sucking on a lemon.

Oh, Mrs Kellet?

Yeah. To provide bespoke sightseeing tours

for his Lordship's city visitors.

Guided by an expert in local history.

We'll use the taxi.

Hey, I can't do it! I've got all my deliveries to do.

Priorities, David. Let's get 'em straight.

Who's going to be the expert guide, then?

Mr and Mrs Jubb?

It's OK. Denny's not seriously hurt.

- Oh, thank you, thank you. - But his head?

Just a flesh wound, thankfully.

But he is gonna be all right?

Yes. He's a lucky boy.

- Can we see him now? - Of course.

The doctor would like a word.

I don't suppose he managed to find any...

Pellets?

Thank you.

MUSIC: 'Juicy John Pink' by Procol Harem

♪ Well, I opened my eyes this morning and I wasn't at home in bed

♪ There was four angels standing round me

♪ I thought I must be dead

♪ When I opened my eyes this morning

♪ Thought I must be dead ♪

They've had a tough old year, Nat and Hazel Jubb.

First their sheep, and now this.

- The sheep? - Yeah, scrapie.

It did for most of their flock a few months back.

They very nearly lost the farm.

Hey, didn't Rob's dad used to knock about with Nat?

Mm.

You want to ask Rob about them.

I can't. He's away for a week.

Seeing his dad.

It's a tough old life, this farming.

It makes me wonder why blokes his age want to carry on with it.

Yeah. Well, Nat Jubb would never give up that place.

The farm had been in the family for donkey's years.

GINA: Oscar?

Oh...

GINA: Oscar?

We've done nowt wrong.

What's going on in here, then?

These two came to the door, bold as brass, offered me these.

They wanted half a crown.

- It's a fair price. - Oi, don't be so cheeky.

Are these from the Ashfordly estate?

Yeah. So?

So? That's unlicensed game.

The spoils of poaching, eh?

You don't think we'd offer you anything dodgy, Mr Blaketon?

Right. Where are they from, then?

- Up at the estate, like you said. - A perk of the job.

You're not old enough to be on the payroll up there.

- Odd jobs and that. - Beating for the sh**t.

Wait a minute. I was up there this afternoon.

I spoke to all the staff, and I didn't see you two.

The boss, Mr Bentham, he told us to scarper.

MUSIC: 'Juicy John Pink' by Procol Harem

♪ Won't you have my sugar on your waiting son

♪ Take me up to heaven it's not hell where I belong

♪ Yeah ♪

CRASHING

Child labour?

Colin Poskie and Gary Snell, the lads from the pub,

they're only just underage, but Denny Jubb, the injured boy,

he's much younger.

If he was working up there at all.

Oh, it's quite common, Sarge.

All the big houses take on kids, you know, to help with the harvest,

or act as beaters during a sh**t.

You'll be telling me next they're still sending kids up chimneys.

PHIL: Yeah, well, Sarge, where firearms are involved,

they've got a duty of care either way.

Have you sent the g*ns for analysis?

Well, they can tell us if any were defective, but other than that...

Maybe they were just poaching.

Yeah, well, we've all done it at their age, haven't we?

Oh, have we?

Thanks.

No, I saw how worried Bentham was

when they put the boy in the ambulance.

He even tried to go with him.

Worried what he might say?

Maybe yes, but...

And you say the Jubbs have been strapped for cash recently?

Yeah, so it could help if the boy earns a bit extra.

ALF: Ashfordly police station.

Oh, hello, Bernie.

Right, well, pull the two lads in.

Let's see what we can get out of them.

ALF: Sarge, it's Bernie.

Bentham's Land Rover, it's in a ditch on the moor.

The milk lorry spotted it first thing.

Thought someone might be hurt.

I recognised it were Bentham's.

- Have you spoken to him? - Aye, he's in the office now.

Hitched a lift home, apparently.

He's not reported the accident to us.

He said no-one else was involved, unless you count the sheep.

I thought I'd better let you know, just in case.

♪ MUSIC: 'Woman' by Free

There's no major skid marks.

Surely he must have braked?

Fell asleep at the wheel?

Jeff?

Best take a look at this.

We asked if he had any jobs going.

Our dads work for him, you see.

Like Denny Jubb's dad?

And Mr Bentham told you to report to him?

Just him, yeah. He said.

- For beating duties? - And other stuff.

What other stuff?

Fetching and carrying.

Shifting all the rubbish from cottages and that.

And would you say that Mr Bentham was a popular man with the staff?

Does he treat folk well?

Well, he doesn't take a stick to us.

But he does lose his rag sometimes over silly little things.

What things?

Like at the cottages,

when we rip out all the old stuff, baths, fireplaces, bits of old tile.

He goes mad if you break anything.

Yeah, it's only going for scrap.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sarge, PC Younger called about Bentham's Land Rover.

Ah, Mr Bentham, we've examined your vehicle,

It appears the brakes were sabotaged.

Sabotaged? A bit melodramatic, eh, Sergeant?

The brakes have been soft for days.

I've been meaning to do something about it.

I'm afraid it's a bit more serious than that. The pipes were cut.

Cut? I hardly think so, Sergeant.

Why would anyone do something like that?

Look...

Thanks for your concern

but I really shouldn't waste any more of your time.

There's no harm done.

I've made four kinds of sandwiches, a rich fruit cake,

and one of my own double glazed game pies.

Ey, champion.

And, er, a couple of bottles of his Lordship's ' claret

would go down very nicely, thank you.

You can have the ' . ' is for family consumption only.

Oh, you're a shrewd businesswoman, Mrs Kellet.

Good morning, ladies.

Welcome to the Ashfordly tourama.

A vivid evocation of our region's rich cultural and literary heritage.

Now, this morning,

I thought we'd start with a stormy tale of moorland passion.

Oh, dear lord, not the Brontes again.

DOG BARKS

Hound Of The Baskervilles as it happens.

Surely that was set on Dartmoor?

Ah... In the finished work you're absolutely right, madam.

But not many people know that the author got his inspiration

from our own North York moors.

In fact, Ashfordly Hall itself,

where he was forced to take shelter one dark, stormy night.

Get the ladies in, David.

I think we're ready to load up. Have a good day, gentlemen.

SERGEANT: Lord Ashfordly, could we have a word?

We're just going fishing.

I'm afraid it is a matter of some importance.

Oh, come on.

Keep him quiet and give him plenty of fluids.

I'll come back tomorrow and change his dressing.

Thank you, Dr Trent.

Ah, Dr Trent.

Denny home, then?

I've just got him settled. Take it easy. He's still very weak.

Will do. Thanks, Doctor.

Mr Jubb...

Constable Bellamy.

They're fine-looking sheep.

New stock?

MUSIC: 'Don't Go Out Into The Rain' by The Swinging Blue Jeans

My goodness!

It's a most impressive sight.

It is that.

It's, er, Gyllen Beck.

A bit foreboding though, don't you think?

All those gnarled old trees, straining with such terrible force.

Gyllen, is that from the Norse?

I believe this area's bristling with Viking settlements.

Oh, aye. Oh, this is Viking country.

Very inventive, your Viking warrior.

In fact, it was here that they first thought of the sauna.

Roaring hot fire in yon cave, icy cold plunge,

and then a good thwack with the twigs.

WOMEN CHUCKLE

And "Gyllen Beck" itself. What does that mean?

Gyllen, or, Gillian, as we would say nowadays.

Now she was a beautiful young lass, daughter of a local chieftain.

And then one day there was a terrible hue and cry,

"The Vikings have landed on the beach at Scarborough!"

And they were hot-footing it towards her village,

laying waste to all in their path.

Well, what did she do? Did she run away?

Oh, no. She had the heart of a lion.

But one by one, all her men were k*lled off in their prime.

So she fled for her life to this beck.

Pursued by Vikings?

The top man himself.

He wanted his wicked way with her.

But she fought for her honour,

cast herself down on the rocks below.

And in the moment of death, her pure, chaste soul,

was fused and locked forever in that blasted tree.

Chilling.

Well, there's lots more pillage where that came from.

Anyone want a drink?

CHAIR BREAKS

Ooh!

How long has Bentham worked on the estate?

Since Ben Norton left. Course, he's only acting at the moment.

I'm not sure if I'll appoint him permanently.

Not satisfied with his work?

He's always worked on the estate, and applied for the job before.

Just not quite dynamic enough, I thought.

But he seems keen to prove himself now.

He's instigated a pretty comprehensive programme

of estate renovation.

Yes, I noticed the building work.

Not just at the house.

All the cottages, as well. It's costing me a fortune.

Turns out he's a demon for modernisation.

But why all the interest in Bentham?

A young boy was shot.

And we have reason to believe there are youths working on this estate.

Are you accusing me, sergeant, of some kind of child sl*ve trade?

- I never said that. - Sounds that way to me!

PC: A couple of young lads have said that Bentham hired them as beaters.

Beaters? Is that what this is?

For goodness' sake, man. Why didn't you say so in the first place?

We've always had boys working as beaters here.

- You're admitting it? - Well, if that's all it is.

It's an Ashfordly tradition, village boys earning extra pocket money.

You need to learn the ways of the countryside, sergeant.

Nevertheless, a young lad was hurt.

If there's been negligence over safety...

I agree that this has been a nasty incident.

But I am sure that Mr Bentham has taken every precaution

to protect both our work force and our guests.

Now, if you will excuse me, I really must be going.

MUSIC: 'Me and My Life' by The Tremeloes

♪ Mama, let me go I don't want to stay

♪ Hey, Daddy, put your whip away

♪ I wish, I was away, away, away

♪ Hey, mama ♪

All done, Sergeant Miller?

For the time being.

These look in pretty good nick to me.

Well, looks can be deceptive.

Till you've been up there yourself, you've no idea of the damage.

Quite.

Lord Ashfordly has a great deal of faith in you.

Well, he trusts me to know what's needed.

PHIL: If it was just a bit of mischief, best come clean, eh?

We don't want this getting out of hand, do we?

Come on, Denny.

Just say you're sorry for mucking about and have done with it.

But I'm not the one that's done owt.

Can't you leave him be for now? He's supposed to rest, you know?

Fine.

I have to ask you this, though. Was Denny working up at the Hall?

Working?

I don't believe this!

It's just that we've had some reports

of teenage boys being employed on the sh**t.

My lad's been injured,

and you come here suggesting that I'd put him in danger?!

That I'd let him work for that two-faced, puffed-up piece of slime?

Nat!

Are we talking about Mr Bentham here?

Too right, I am! And you can tell him that, word for word, from me!

Nat, please. This isn't gonna help.

I've got better things to do than go kowtowing to him!

DOOR CLOSES

Sorry.

Erm, think about it, Mrs Jubb.

If there is any hint of truth in the idea, then...

Well, it's Denny's welfare we're concerned with.

That and the other boys.

A sh**t's a dangerous place.

Accidents can happen.

It weren't an accident.

Sorry?

I said, "It weren't an accident."

He did it on purpose. Mr Bentham shot me.

- WOMAN: Thank you so much. - You're very welcome.

Well, that was certainly an experience.

Makes one wonder what she can possibly have in store

for the next one.

We're going on the next one, then?

- Oh, yes, I think so. Don't you? - Oh, Mummy!

Well, what is there to keep us amused here?

David, all right for tomorrow?

Oh... It's not my usual day, Mr Bentham.

Look, I need to bring a few things forward.

Yeah. OK, then.

Hey, what did I tell you?

It's a doddle, this tour-guiding lark!

Them city folks will buy anything, if you sell it with enough gusto.

Really? There's a whole case of Mr Vernon's special chutney left...

Leave the entrepreneurials to me, David.

Now, then. Tomorrow morning we'll do the Dracula tour in Whitby.

And then back here in the afternoon...

I'm sorry. I can't do tomorrow.

But the tour's all booked and paid for.

Well, it's no good. I've just promised Mr Bentham.

You'll have to find another driver.

What, at this short notice?

I suppose you could drive yourself.

Well...

Yeah... I suppose I could do the honours.

Hey, just for the morning, mind.

DENNY'S MOTHER: He's confused.

Upset. Feels angry, I expect, about getting shot.

I'm sure there's nothing in it.

It is a serious allegation, though.

We are going to have to follow it up.

I've got something for PC Younger.

ALF: Well, he's not here at the minute.

Could I help?

Yeah. I found this, you see. I thought it might be important.

It was in Mr Bentham's car, trapped under one of the pipes.

One of the pipes that had been cut?

I thought it were blood at first.

No. But I think I know what it could be.

Thanks, Rosie.

Sheep blood?

Nat Jubb was marking his sheep when I was up there... Red dye.

There must be plenty of farmers in the area doing the same thing.

It doesn't prove anything.

No, but each farmer has a different colour,

so they can tell the sheep apart.

And with Denny making the allegation against Bentham...

But can there be any truth in that, that Bentham shot the kid?

The tests came back on the pellets, sergeant. No. shot.

It's standard. Everyone there would have used it.

But either way, the boy got shot, didn't he?

And on Bentham's patch.

There's your motive for revenge. There's no love lost between them.

Jubb made that clear to me.

Slow down, Bellamy.

Bentham crashed the night Denny got shot.

When did Jubb have time to tamper with his car?

Before he went to the hospital, maybe.

I want Poskitt and Snell brought in.

They were there when Denny got shot.

And I want you to ring round the salvage yards.

Our Mr Bentham is very zealous

when it comes to maintaining the estate.

There's something not right there.

We were moving through the woods, beating, like we should.

Denny weren't with us.

But you noticed him?

He were just stood there, like a loony.

And then he ran, er, straight at them.

At the g*ns?

Why would he do that?

I wish we'd never told him. He'd never have come up there otherwise.

Told him what?

About Bentham.

And Denny's mum.

CAR DOOR CLOSES

Any more news on my car?

We've had an allegation...

...from young Denny Jubb.

PHIL: He seems to think you shot him.

SERGEANT: With intent.

Me? It's ridiculous.

He said that?

PHIL: That's what he said in his statement, yes.

But how could he? I mean, there's no way I'd...

Can you tell us exactly where you were when he was hit?

Of course not. How many g*ns were up there, eight?

It could have been anyone. You're not taking this seriously?

All set, Mr Bentham?

Oh, that was a grand cup of tea, as usual.

Then why would Denny say that?

Look, it was an accident, pure and simple.

The kid should never have been there.

Maybe. But he was. And he took a blow.

I'm not having this! You've got no evidence. It's a lie!

Mr Bentham...

Are you going to charge me, sergeant?

No. Then, I'm sorry.

I've got work to do.

Tuesday last.

Fireplace... Roll top bath....

And how much did you give him?

Really?

Yeah, that's very helpful. Thank you very much. Bye.

Sergeant...

We've been checking the salvage merchants, like you said, Sarge.

And Bentham's been flogging stuff on the sly.

- No. - No?

No. Nat Jubb has.

Jubb? But it's Bentham's racket. I'm sure of that.

He had the access. He set it all up.

To hive off perfectly good materials and sell them on.

The question is, how did Jubb get hold of them?

You'd be seen driving around with gear like that.

Maybe Bentham got someone to take it. You know, sort of, a courier.

Not David!

He delivers animal feed to all the estate farms.

He's picked up a load just now.

DOG BARKING

DOG BARKING

What's all this?

Do you mind if we have a look round your barns?

I do, as it happens.

Why's that, sir?

Have a look over there. Is your wife in?

She's gone into the village. Why?

Two nights ago, the day your Denny was shot,

Richard Bentham had an accident.

The brakes on his car were cut.

And we've evidence that links you to the incident.

That's impossible! You've got it wrong!

That was lovely... Oh, hello, Mr Bellamy.

You can get off now, David.

David, I want you to go to the police station with PC Younger.

Sergeant Miller needs to talk to you.

Police station? Why?

Phil.

Architectural salvage.

Is this how you paid for the sheep?

So can you imagine it, ladies?

Dracula himself, stalking this graveyard,

looking for victims.

Blood and lust!

That's what it all comes down to. The basic urges of the flesh.

Just like your Viking tale, in fact.

I'm a trifle confused, though.

It's the first I've heard of Whitby Abbey

being home to real-life vampires.

And the werewolves of Westerdale Moor.

Well, there you go, then.

That's the sort of inside information

you only get from a local. Now...

Really...

Oh, look, Mummy. It's another tour party.

I wonder if they'll be so fortunate.

Oh...

Why don't we go over and join them, and share in your colourful insights?

It could be most instructive.

There's no time, I'm afraid.

Well, crypt of the undead awaits. Come on.

MUSIC: 'Puppet on a String' by Sandie Shaw

♪ I wonder if one day that you'll say that you care

♪ If you say you love me madly I'll gladly be there

♪ Like a puppet on a string ♪

I was just coming up to see Denny. I've got his notes ready to hand.

- You haven't brought him with you? - No.

Erm...

I couldn't talk at the house.

You see...

...I need your help.

It's a terrible disease, scrapie.

All the flock my dad, and his dad before him had reared.

It were Bentham who ordered the slaughter.

He said it were to protect other farms.

And when it were done, he offered me a loan.

To help me out, he said.

But I didn't want to take it, not from him.

And then he threatened me with eviction.

If I lost my home and my livelihood as well,

how could I keep my family?

So you took the money?

For Denny and Hazel's sake.

I bought new sheep. And for a while we were doing OK.

But he said I had to pay it all back by doing him a favour.

I was already paying him what I could above board with my rent.

But that weren't enough for him.

So you sold his so-called scrap.

Different places. Not all at once. And then hand him the cash.

It's never enough, though. He keeps me always in his debt.

I'll never be free of him.

Just some sleeping tablets, tranquilisers,

anything to settle my nerves.

If the problem is mental stress,

I'd rather tackle the cause, not the symptom.

I just thought you could give me something. That's all I want.

If you're worried about Denny,

I can assure you he shouldn't suffer any lasting harm.

It just feels so terrible.

It's all my fault.

You really can't blame yourself.

Yes, I can.

You don't understand.

What is it, Hazel?

Denny...

He isn't Nat's child.

OK, David. We're prepared to accept

that you were an unwitting go-between in this case.

Right. I'll be off, then.

Not just yet.

About your rounds. We'll have to check out all the farms.

You can give all the details to PC Younger, here.

Oh, right.

Right, David. Names and addresses, then.

Is this going to take very long?

I should really be getting ready for my afternoon tour.

I'll pass it straight on, sir.

Sarge, I think you'd better hear this.

ALF: Er, Bentham's bank account.

Apparently he's been salting away a tidy sum into a trust fund,

in the name of young Denny Jubb.

Why on earth would he be doing that?

Why didn't you tell Lord Ashfordly? Bentham's abused his position.

Maybe he bullied other tenants, too. You could have got him sacked.

I can't. It's personal. Him and me.

Nat, I understand why you hate him.

But you've gone too far this time, cutting his brakes like that.

I've told you, that weren't me!

I know what he did to you.

My wife? Are you talking about Hazel?

Yeah.

How did you know?

A couple of the lads working up on the estate saw them together,

and er...

Denny knows, too.

Oh, no!

That's why he were up there!

He's known for a while.

I think he's become obsessed with Bentham.

I've tried so hard to keep it from him, keep all of it from him!

FOOTSTEPS UPSTAIRS

Denny!

He's gone!

Denny! Denny!

He's taken my shot g*n.

Right, come on.

MUSIC: 'Nothing Is Easy' by Jethro Tull

♪ Nothing is easy though time gets you worrying

♪ My friend, it's OK

♪ Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying

♪ Be happy my way

♪ When tension starts mounting

♪ And you've lost count of the pennies you've missed

♪ Just try hard and see why they're not worrying me

♪ They're last on my list ♪

NAT: Denny!

NAT: Denny! There's that many bogs around here.

PHIL: We'll find him.

I taught him, you know.

Him and me always walked these moors together.

He could be anywhere round here. Denny!

Nat, let's just try and keep calm, eh?

Bentham said he'd take 'em, Hazel, and my Denny, too.

And it'd be easy, if I lost the farm.

And now, after everything, he's won!

He's not won, Nat! Come on, we'll find your son.

We'll go back to my car, I'll radio the station.

We'll get a search party.

He's my only son! I don't want to lose him!

You don't know how it feels!

I do know how it feels, Nat. Believe me.

Now, come on! We'll get him.

Come on!

Thank you.

It all started years ago.

When we couldn't have kids.

Nat just went into himself.

And Richard Bentham took notice of me.

When I fell pregnant...

...it seemed like a blessing in a way, for me and Nat.

So I let him believe Denny was his son.

He was so looking forward to it.

A big family, a son to go out lambing with.

And carry on the farm.

So I told Richard it was over.

And he accepted that?

He had no choice then.

He knew I wouldn't leave Nat.

But he was always there, watching Denny grow up.

Then when the scrapie hit us...

..well, he saw his chance.

What do you mean?

We stood to lose everything. It was breaking Nat's heart.

Richard had just been put in charge.

He said he'd help us out...

..if I started seeing him again.

The Judd boy's gone off with his father's shot g*n.

Get onto division for armed backup.

You'd better try and find his mother.

SIREN BLARES

PEGGY: And it were along this very road

that d*ck Turpin galloped his heart out

on his trusty steed, Black Bess,

the night before meeting his grizzly fate at the gallows in York.

I was under the impression we were a good few miles north of York.

Surely Turpin could never have got this far.

With respect, madam, you don't know these moorland roads.

In the olden days it was sometimes necessary to take a detour

to avoid the bogs.

Steady on!

MUSIC: 'Withering Tree' by Traffic

MOTHER: I suppose this is the young d*ck Turpin, is it?

- Where's his horse? - Maybe he came on a sheep.

LADIES LAUGH

This isn't my set-up, ladies, I'm afraid.

Get out! Come on! Get out!

Not you. You've gotta drive.

- Come on! Get out! - Do as he says.

DOOR CLOSES

Go on, drive!

HAZEL: Nat!

He's got my g*n, Hazel.

Where's Bentham? I can't say exactly.

He went out hunting rabbits an hour ago.

MILLER: "Control to Panda one."

Panda one receiving. Over.

MILLER: "Bellamy, I want you to wait for backup. They're on their way."

MILLER: "I'll meet you there as soon as I can."

"There's something else you should know..."

Don't move!

You take the lower copse and the five-acre field.

All of you, Ashfordly Woods.

- Poor bloke. - HELEN: I know. This is awful.

Constable, the staff are ready and at your disposal.

Thank you, sir.

Erm, right then, everyone. Can I have your attention?

You know, we're looking for this young boy.

If we start the search over in the woods...

CAR HORN

Police! Police, help!

I've been kidnapped! Ambushed!

Held at gunpoint by a little lad!

PEGGY GRUNTS

MR BENTHAM: Just... Put the g*n down, eh?

MR BENTHAM: Look, we'll... We'll both...

Put them down...

...and we can talk.

It were me who did your car.

I know. I thought it must be you.

I hoped you'd die!

Do you really hate me that much?

Yeah. Yeah, I do!

I hoped you'd die all on your own and we'd be rid of you.

You told the police that I shot you.

You don't really believe that, do you?

I hoped they'd take you away!

Oh, Denny...

If you only knew what I've tried to do for you.

You tried to split us up, take Mum away.

And now coppers have come to take my dad.

And all because of you!

You've got it all wrong.

They were there at the house, in the barn.

They found out all that stuff.

They're gonna lock up my dad for thieving.

So it's over, then?

Yeah, that's right, over!

Denny...

I'm your dad.

g*nsh*t

Denny!

Just give it to me, Denny.

DENNY: You're lying!

NAT: Denny!

You're not my dad!

You told him?

Tell him he's not my dad! Is he?

I'm your dad, Denny.

In every way that matters.

I'm your dad!

And nothing could ever change that.

MUSIC: 'Father And Son' by Cat Stevens

♪ It's not time to make a change

♪ Just relax, take it easy

♪ You're still young that's your fault

♪ There's so much you have to know

♪ Find a girl, settle down

♪ If you want to, you can marry

♪ Look at me, I am old but I'm happy... ♪

Mum!

Oh, thank God!

Oh...

HAZEL SOBS

Are you all right?

Nat, I've got something to tell you.

It's all right, Hazel. I know.

So does Denny now.

You knew?

Since when?

From the beginning, I suppose.

You never said. Why did you never say?

I was scared of losing you both.

Oh, Nat. I'm so sorry!

It's all right, Hazel.

We'll have to charge him with handling stolen goods.

But if he pleads coercion, he should get away with suspended.

What about Denny?

You'll have to put in a report.

But as Bentham was the injured party,

let's hope he's not too keen on pressing charges, eh?

Oh, and Bellamy,

was that what you called, "waiting for backup?"

Well, let's just call it duty of care, eh, Sarge?

And then, he pointed that shotgun right in my face.

I shall hear it cocking to my dying day.

"Stick 'em up!" he said. "And keep 'em there!"

No! How did you manage to drive then, Peg?

Well, he got in behind me, didn't he?

And then he ordered me to "move it!"

Oh, thank you, Mr Blaketon.

On the house, I take it?

Well, it's not every day you get held hostage

by a vicious young thug.

And where do you think you've been?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I had to go to the police station.

I see you've made yourself comfortable, then.

Unlike these poor ladies.

I reckon the drinks should be on you, eh, Mrs Armstrong?

Well, that's goodbye to my Biba boots!

I was on my way back from a funeral,

when I found them hiking along the moor road.

Mr Scripps picked us up and brought us back here.

In a hearse.

Well, it was the Dracula tour.