15x01 - A Fresh Start

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

ENGINE STARTS

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PHONE RINGS

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WHISTLES

RADIO: 'Delta Alpha -.'

'Delta Alpha -?'

Receiving. Over.

TYRES SCREECH

Suspects in stolen vehicle heading your way.

Understood. Out.

SONG: 'Don't Bring Me Down'

♪ I'm on my own, just wanna roam

♪ I tell you, man

♪ Don't want a home

♪ I wander round, feet off the ground

♪ I even go from town to town

♪ I said I think this life is grand

♪ Say I'll be your man Don't bring me down, man

♪ Don't bring me down

♪ I met this chick, the other day

♪ And then to me She said she'll stay

♪ I get this pad, just like a cave

♪ And then we'll have Our living made

♪ And then I'll lead her On the ground

♪ My head is spinning round Don't bring me down

♪ Don't bring me down ♪

TYRES SCREECH

Get out!

Oi! Pack it in now!

Get off him!

You all right, son?

'After a collision with another vehicle,

they put up a fight and then fled the scene.'

- Anyone injured? - The driver of the other car

he's got a small head wound.

'Get him medical attention, then get on to Scripps' Garage

get them to bring in the vehicle once it's been fingerprinted.'

Understood, Sarge. Out.

This g*ng's really pushing their luck.

Get on to Scenes of Crime. Right, Sarge.

Thanks a lot for stepping in.

Not a problem.

- That head wound needs looking at. - It's just a scratch.

Better get you to a doctor's. I'll escort you into Aidensfield.

They can have a look at your car and fix that as well. All right?

DAVID: Hello!

Oh, come on then.

Make yourself useful. Here, fill up these bags.

Now, not too full, mind.

Now then, Alfred Bradley, six bags.

Northover Farm, a dozen. Willie Mackay, one, on a trial basis.

What is this stuff? Auntie Peggy's Miracle Chicken Food.

Guarantees to get hens laying more eggs.

Oh.

Once they get their teeth into this lot,

even the most stubborn hens produce eggs by the hatful.

Apart from they haven't got teeth, have they, hens?

Figure of speech, David.

CAR HORN

It's Bert Shanks, wanting his four bags.

You collect ten bob off him.

Ten...? That's bit dear.

Chickens go "cheap", not my chicken food, David.

Shame you didn't catch them.

We will, Doctor.

Are you registered with a GP, Mr...?

Adams. George Adams.

No, I'm new to the area.

You should be really. Would you like to register with us?

Well, I will do, but... not just yet. I must get on.

Fine. But do come straight back if you get any headaches.

Thank you.

I should check your cuts and bruises too, Constable.

Right. Well, goodbye, Mr Adams, and thanks again.

So? Well?

I didn't know whether in the cold light of day...

Gone off me already?

I got a whack in the mouth.

Gently does it then.

One thing I can't stand cocky, young louts laughing at the law.

I think they did more than laugh at Rob, Sarge.

Dr Trent saw to you, did she? Oh, yes, Sarge, she did.

Sarge...

Hello. Brian Parker, Ashfordly Gazette.

Yes, we're well aware of who you are. What can I do for you?

They've been at it again, I hear. This time from a show room.

Don't suppose you managed to catch them?

No, thought not.

How many more cars are going to be stolen and wrecked

before you take action?

We're doing everything in our power to arrest this g*ng.

Beyond that, I have no further comment to make.

At least half a dozen cars taken for joyrides recently.

- Would you say that's acceptable? - No comment.

Would you say the situation is out of control?

The only thing that is in danger of being out of control around here

is my temper.

And that's not a pretty sight. Is it, lads?

ALL: No, Sarge.

Shouldn't you be trying to catch this g*ng,

rather than threatening the press?

Goodbye, Mr Parker.

I phoned them. They'll have the new headlight fitting waiting for you.

Good, I'll drop these off on the way then.

What's all this?

My Aunt Peggy, she's discovered a miracle recipe for chicken feed.

Yeah, yeah, on second thoughts, I'd rather not know.

Just don't be too long.

I could patch it up for you now,

fit a new headlight once the insurance assessor's had a look.

- I ain't bothered about insurance. - It wasn't your fault.

- Why should you pay for it? - I just want it fixed.

Special extra-nutritional chicken feed?

Come on, pull the other one!

It's true.

My granny on my dad's side invented it.

Her hens were famous for laying more eggs

than you could shake a stick at.

What are you charging for this miracle egg food?

- Half a crown a bag. - Half a crown?

And you've found people mug enough to pay that, have you?

Oh, hello, Reggie.

Two more bags? Right, drop 'em round.

You see? Old Reggie's no fool.

He's back for more because I've got his hens laying like good 'uns.

He didn't wait to buy a drink, I noticed.

So, what brought you up here?

Comes a point in life you fancy a change. A fresh start.

Could do with one of them myself.

I'm tired of cities.

I fancied some space.

So, I rented a cottage to concentrate on my woodwork.

- I'm a furniture maker. - Sounds nice.

Wish I could find the time. Anyway, glad you enjoyed your meal.

There you go. Thanks, love.

Good as new?

Yeah, she's done a first-rate job.

Thanks.

My sergeant isn't too keen on people thumping his officers.

Oh, yeah?

We'd appreciate a witness statement from you

so that we can charge them with as*ault.

Look, I didn't mind stepping in to help you, but beyond that,

I'd rather not get involved. - Oh?

I live on my own, it's an isolated place.

If I give evidence against the local g*ng, I could be inviting trouble.

We'd really appreciate if you did, Mr Adams.

I come up here for some peace and quiet.

I hope you catch them, OK?

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Nice chap. Gave me an extra ten bob for fixing his car.

It's all filled up like you said.

Where are we going? Whitby.

Oh.

- Can I ask why, Aunt Peggy? - Of course you can.

Well, are we going for more chicken feed?

Oh, no, we've plenty of that.

What are we going for then?

Here, Rob, are we on for a pint this evening?

- Not sure. Might have something on. - Oh, aye. And what's she called?

Scene Of Crimes have come up with

positive prints on the stolen vehicle.

- That lot from the Hotten estate? - Yeah. Three lads with form.

Edwards, Butler and Gregan.

- Are we picking them up, Sarge? - In time to spoil their breakfast.

One more thing. A bloodstained print has also been identified.

Belongs to the driver of the other car.

Adams has form too?

Only his name isn't Adams. It's Terence Arthur Molloy.

Terry Molloy? That sounds familiar.

Should do. Safe-breaker.

Part of that g*ng that k*lled a security guard on a robbery.

He's just been released from the nick.

Wow. No wonder he didn't want to give a witness statement.

But whatever he's done, he was an innocent party in the car crash.

Innocent? Terry Molloy is a big-time London villain.

If he's moved onto my patch, he's going to get a visit from me.

- Let's deal with these yobs first. - Sarge.

SHOUTING

Get this lot down the nick.

PHONE RINGS

Dr Trent.

Yes, Alf, what can I do for you?

It's Mrs Ventress. She was up in the night, tummy trouble.

I said I'd give you a ring.

I'll pop in and see her.

I've had a couple of other patients with stomach upsets.

There's definitely a bug going round.

David? Right, David, load up. Load what up?

Them boxes.

Keep an eye on him, lad.

Edwards just coughed the lot. He's given us details

of all the vehicles this firm have stolen and driven away.

Great. A good clear-up rate for us then, Sarge.

What about his two mates in the cells?

He's named them as accomplices,

they might as well put their hands up.

Oh! Very good result then.

Indeed. A lot of paperwork, though.

Start with his full statement. Over to you, Bellamy.

Right, Sarge.

So much for the small fry. Now for Molloy.

Can I have a word, Sarge?

Whatever Molloy did in the past,

I'd have got a hammering if he hadn't stepped in.

He refused to give a statement.

Maybe he was concerned that if he got involved

his real identity would come out.

It has done now anyway.

Shouldn't we just let him get on with his life?

- He hasn't done anything wrong here. - How do we know?

Look, it won't do any harm for him to realise that we know who he is.

Now his place is on your patch. You can drive me out there.

PEGGY: Careful, David, there's a pothole!

And will you stop jerking that wheel?

We've precious cargo aboard.

What's in them boxes, Aunt Peggy?

It baffles me that a blood relative of mine

can be so dim.

What do you think is in them boxes?

I don't know, it said, "Frag... frag-ile" something it said on them.

"Fragile", David.

"Fragile".

What's fragile?

Eggs. Eggs are fragile.

We've eggs in them boxes.

Oh, right, eggs.

What do we need boxes of eggs for?

With your miracle chicken food,

I reckon our hens can lay as many eggs as we wanted.

Concentrate on your driving, David. Give your brain a rest.

Sergeant Miller, Ashfordly Police.

You've met PC Walker.

Nice bit of timber. Where's it from?

- Kendals Saw Mills. - I know it.

Well, I can see you're a busy man, so we won't hang around, George.

Or should I say "Terry"?

That is your real name, isn't it,

Terence Molloy?

I changed it. It's not a crime, is it?

That isn't, no.

But robbing safes and sh**ting security guards is.

I didn't sh**t anyone.

It disgusted me. That's why I turned myself in.

And gave evidence against the others in exchange for a lighter sentence.

Not exactly, no.

They'd k*lled an innocent man. I wanted no part of it.

I was sentenced for the robbery and I've done my time.

And now you've decided to come here to grace us with your presence.

I was hoping to be left alone to get on with my life.

Fine. But don't think we are country bumpkins compared to the Met.

Believe you me, we're not.

And don't get any smart ideas it might be easier to rob safes here

than it was down south.

Understood?

While you're on my patch, I'll have my eye on you, Molloy.

Thanks again for helping me out yesterday. I appreciate that.

It doesn't pay to be too familiar with convicted criminals, Walker.

I know you think I'm a bit slow, Aunt Peggy,

but I still don't see what you need all these eggs for.

'Ey, lad, it's simple. 'Ere.

Now, that means "Common Market".

Do you know what that is?

Er, not really, no.

Is it like Ashfordly Market that we have on a Wednesday?

Not really, no. No, it's foreign.

Them countries in Europe are in it.

You see, they produce things and then they sell them to each other.

Only sometimes, they produce too much.

And that's what they call a surplus.

Now, if you have too much wine,

that's called a wine lake.

And too much butter is a butter mountain. Do you see?

So they've got mountains made out of butter

and lakes full of wine?

Something like that. And just now,

they've been producing too many eggs.

So they've got an egg... doo-dah.

- A what's-it...? - A basket, like a giant egg basket?

Yeah, anyway, these egg producers get paid compensation

to destroy any surplus eggs.

Only some of them, being crafty, pocket the compensation

and then sell the eggs outside the common market

for a knocked-down price.

And you've bought some of them?

I've bought loads.

I still don't understand why.

I get them cheap because they've not been approved

by the Egg Marketing Board for sale in this country.

I can't sell them to shops, so I use my loaf

and I sell folk my miracle chicken feed instead

to feed their hens with.

And then, just before dawn, I creep into their chicken coops

and I plonk a handful of extra eggs in there.

They think their chickens have laid them because of my miracle food.

So they buy more and more off me.

That... That's...

Brilliant, I know.

That mouth seems to have made a remarkable recovery.

Well, I had some remarkable treatment from a first-class doctor.

You know, you're proving to be a real test of my self-control.

How do you mean?

I'm finding it very difficult to keep my hands off you.

Especially in public.

We do still have to be careful, Rob.

I am still married.

Married? Good Lord, the shame of it!

You know what I mean.

Don't worry, I know exactly what I'm getting myself into.

I'd better go.

There you are.

Now, where are you?

There. Didn't you do well, my duck?

LINE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police? You took your time answering.

Sorry, Sarge. I was in the bathroom. What's up?

Last night, the offices of Kendals Saw Mill were broken into.

The safe was blown.

There hasn't been a safe robbery in Ashfordly since I've been here.

Any guesses as to who might be behind this?

Walker?

Going somewhere, Molloy?

Not that it's any of your business... but yes, I am.

In a bit of a hurry, by the looks of it. Now why's that then?

I'm not safe here. I don't trust you to keep my identity to yourselves.

A convicted criminal won't trust the police?

- Whatever next? - It's not a joke to me.

I've upset some ruthless people.

Would this desire to flee be connected to last night?

Someone blew the safe at the saw mill.

- That's nothing to do with me. - Where were you last night?

- I was here. - Can anyone vouch for that?

So, we've only your word for it.

That's another reason for leaving.

You'll be putting me in the frame for every job that goes off now.

Under the circumstances, I'm not happy to see you leave.

I'd like you to come to the station.

I don't know nothing about last night.

So if you don't mind, I've got a car to load.

But I do mind. And, as you won't come voluntarily,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of aggravated burglary.

- Hello, Alf. - Hello, Doctor.

I'm on my way to see Mrs Ventress. Is she all right?

She seems to be getting over the worst. Thank goodness.

I've sent some blood samples for analysis.

Could it be something she's eating?

Doubt it. Mrs Ventress thinks buying for two is cheapest.

- We always eat the same meals. - And you've been fine?

As well as can be expected.

Under the strain, that is.

I'll give you a call later.

'Ere you are, Peg, list of people want more hen food.

Ah.

I'm getting fed up with this.

We're trying to run a pub, not a chicken-feed depot.

Don't be so miserable, Mr Blaketon.

You're using us as an unpaid message service.

What's the world coming to when people want paying

for passing on messages?

'Ere, have one on me for your trouble. It's worth three bob.

I thought you charged half a crown.

I put my prices up due to demand.

I don't know if anybody's serving, but I'd like a milk stout.

No good to us, we haven't got any hens.

I've a mate who used to work in the agricultural supply business.

I'll give him a call.

It's time we found out what's so miraculous about this stuff.

There was an incident at the saw mills last night.

That's all we've got to say.

Neighbours reported hearing a loud expl*si*n.

Word is, the safe was blown in the office.

Is that so?

How much did they get away with? Who was behind it? Any idea?

I've told you, our inquiries are proceeding.

That's all we've got to say.

- Put him in the interview room. - Sarge.

After you.

- Is he under arrest? - None of your business.

A free press has a democratic right to ask questions.

Then contact Control Room at HQ

and ask to speak to the press officer.

Goodbye.

- Well done. - Sorry? What do you mean?

Bringing those car thieves in.

I hear you in particular were very quick off the mark.

Oh, no, it was all of us really.

- They didn't give us much trouble. - Impressive, though.

It's nice to be able to report good news for a change.

It's been a real red-letter day for you lot.

Just been in the station talking to your sergeant.

He's all right when you get to know him.

Yeah, suppose he is. What was he saying?

He's just arrested the villain who blew the saw mill safe.

He's what? He got Terry Molloy?

Terry Molloy, that's it. One of that g*ng who shot the security guard.

So he's here?

Did Sergeant Miller tell you he'd arrested him?

No. But you just did.

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Aunt Peggy? - David.

Private enterprise, you can't beat it.

See this is what I pay for the eggs,

and this is what the chicken food actually costs me,

and that is my profit for selling it as miracle feed.

It's a lovely feeling, I must say.

The only trouble is, I'm... I'm worn out

with having to get up at the crack of dawn

to do the egg rounds.

- You shouldn't be doing this. - Thank you, David.

- That's very kind of you. - What?

Well, offering to give me a lie-in

while you do the deliveries yourself.

- I didn't mean... - You are the sweetest,

kindest nephew any auntie could have.

I'll write you a list of where you have to go.

and how many eggs you've got to leave in each place and that.

You'll get your reward in heaven, David, if not earlier.

I'll slip you two bob for doing it.

Yeah, I work for the local paper up here.

How much would you pay for an exclusive?

Sarge hasn't cracked him. Molloy's sticking to his story.

- Then we have to let him go. - No.

I can hold him overnight.

But we've no actual evidence, have we?

He was about to do a bunk.

Scenes Of Crime may have come up with something by morning.

- That's a bit hard, Sarge. - Don't question me, Walker!

I'm just doing my job.

If I release him now, he could disappear altogether.

Now get him booked into the cells.

Well, he has got a point there, Rob.

You've no right banging me up like this.

I had nothing to do with that robbery.

Then you've nothing to worry about. It'll only be one night.

One night? It's a lifetime, pal.

With my background, you're never allowed to escape the past.

- You can't understand that. - Yes, I can.

You're trying to make a fresh start and I respect you for that.

But you're not the only one who's done it.

Oh, you've got a dodgy background yourself, have you?

- In a way. - You been a bad boy, eh?

When was that? Scrumping apples, getting library books in late?

My dad's doing time. He's a thief. Getting where I am hasn't been easy.

Hey, drive carefully, David. We don't want any breakages.

We shouldn't be doing this, Aunt Peggy.

David, people are overjoyed when they see them extra eggs.

Just pretend you're Father Christmas.

Or the Tooth Fairy.

TYRES SCREECH

PHIL: Right. Yep, I've got that.

Thanks for that.

An important development in the saw mills robbery, Sarge.

Go on.

It seems that two men suffering from expl*sives burns

checked themselves into Northallerton Hospital.

After being questioned by local CID,

they admitted to the bungled safe job at the saw mill.

Right. You'd better release Molloy then.

Do we give him an apology for the inconvenience?

I never apologise for doing my job, Constable.

That's him.

'Ey-up, have you seen this?

What's that?

National press? How on earth did they get hold of that?

Anyone could find him now.

Somebody must've tipped off the press that we'd arrested Molloy.

Who was it?

Well... I didn't tip him off as such, Sergeant.

That reporter, he told me that you'd arrested someone.

And I just assumed he knew who he was.

You told him we'd arrested Molloy?

Yes. Yes, and I'm sorry.

Give me strength.

I'm sorry.

Sarge, we've completely blown his cover now.

And probably put him in danger.

The least we can do is let him know and offer some help.

Let's not get carried away.

All right, I'll go and see him

and tell him about the press article.

I'll suggest that the sooner he moves on, the better.

Doctor, how can we help you?

Oh, it's Alf I'm here to see.

I've had the test results on these stomach upsets.

Oh, yes?

It does look like poisoning from contaminated food.

They've identified traces of the salmonella bacteria.

Salmonella?

You told me you've eaten the same meals as your wife?

Any poultry, eggs?

- Omelettes, that sort of thing. - Oh, I'm off eggs at the moment.

But my wife, she had a lightly boiled egg the other morning.

- I had toast. - Where did the egg come from?

Our neighbours. Their hens have been laying a few extra lately.

Probably been eating some of Peggy's miracle food.

What miracle food?

She hasn't been in yet.

Everyone with food poisoning ate home-produced eggs.

As far as we know, all those eggs came from

hens fed on Peggy's miracle food.

The food itself is not contaminated. I had it scientifically checked.

Peggy Armstrong charges a fortune for that.

It's just bog-standard chicken feed.

Yet when the hens eat it, they seem to lay contaminated eggs.

Control to Delta Alpha -.

Control to Delta Alpha -. Over?

Control to Delta Alpha -. Are you receiving me?

Damn. Sergeant Miller's on his way out to Molloy's place.

It seems he's out of radio range.

Want to be grateful, Alf. Gives us a bit of peace, eh?

Yes, except I've had a call from the Met.

They've had a tip-off, following the newspaper story.

Two of the associates of the g*ng that Molloy put away,

they may be on their way up to Yorkshire.

I don't like the sound of that.

It gets worse. They could be armed.

Control to Delta Alpha -. Over.

It's very important we isolate the cause of this.

Let's get over to Peggy and David's and see what she has to say.

RADIO: 'Control to Delta Alpha -.'

Receiving. Over.

Rob, we need to get in contact with Sergeant Miller

as a matter of urgency.

'He's out of range at Terry Molloy's cottage.'

What's the problem, Alf?

'There's a possibility

that two armed men are in the vicinity looking for Molloy.'

'Phil's on his way, but you're closer.'

Understood, Alf. I'll get out there sharpish. Out.

Sorry, the eggs will have to wait.

Mr Molloy?

Hello?

Mr Molloy?

Molloy?

Keep back.

Anybody else out there?

Nothing personal, mate. Wrong place, wrong time.

My station knows where I am.

When I don't report back, they'll look for me.

Maybe. But we'll be done by then.

Think about it. What can you possibly gain from this?

What we came to do. Give this lousy grass what's coming to him.

But murdering a copper as well, you know what that means.

Got no choice.

Yes.

Yes, you do.

You've got me.

Let him go.

And he's just going to let us drive away and forget about it?

Until you pull that trigger,

you've committed no crime, other than as*ault against Molloy.

Which we can't proceed with unless he presses charges.

My brother's doing life cos of this grass.

I didn't come all this way to shake his hand.

Fire sh*ts and they'll be heard.

It may look isolated, but men work in these hills.

- You'll not get far. - Shut it!

Use your head. What you're planning isn't clever.

That's it!

g*nsh*t

Get after the other one.

Come here!

It's nothing to do with me.

I mean, my hen food is of the very highest quality.

It's of very average quality, actually. It's been analysed.

Whatever's causing this, the common denominator is

that all the infected eggs came from hens that ate your feed.

- But the hens don't actually... - David.

The hens don't actually do what, David?

Oh, don't listen to him.

I'm sorry, Doctor, I'm afraid we can't be any help to you on this.

Dr Trent, if you can spare me some time,

there's something I think your ought to see.

It involves you two as well.

You say nowt.

Take him away.

Thanks for that.

It's a bad habit I've developed, coming to the aid of the police -

it's caused me nothing but trouble.

I came here because I owed you an apology.

I owe you much more now.

And if you want to stay here, we can help with that.

That's always nice to know.

I promise you'll be all right as long as you're on my patch.

No, thanks, it's too late. Once my arm's fixed, I'm off.

Safer in London.

Just after you left, Doctor,

Reggie here came into the pub with the most remarkable tale.

When he checked this morning,

he found the usual large number of eggs his hens had been laying

ever since going on to Auntie Peggy's Chicken Feed.

But there was something about the eggs that puzzled him.

You see, his hens had managed to lay eggs

with a little lion already stamped on it.

A miracle.

That's that then.

Yep, that's that.

It's all to do with the butter lake and the wine basket and the egg...

David, slow down. What are you trying to say?

Surplus Common Market eggs.

I'm moving with the times. I'm trading with the Common Market.

Now that's the future.

Those eggs are for pigs swill, not for human consumption.

And some of them were infected with salmonella.

You'll have to destroy all those eggs, Peggy.

You can make amends by giving these good people

the rest of your chicken feed.

For nowt!

Go on then. Just a small charge for delivery.

Rob. Are you all right?

Oh, he's fine. We all are, Doctor.

Good, good.

I heard about the sh**ting. I was concerned for all of you.

Sergeant Miller was very lucky and Molloy's going to be OK.

I'll get the drinks, eh?

Sorry.

- I was really worried about you. - I'm fine.

Rob, want a pint?

Give me half an hour and I'll slip away, OK?

Sure.

I love you.

Right, there's one more thing you two haven't explained yet.

Why these hens are laying eggs

with a little lion already stamped on them.

Unless you're telling us that your chicken feed

is genuinely miraculous.

Oh, well, you see, some of the eggs,

they fell off the lorry and they got smashed.

So, I had to get those from the grocer's.

Oh, I got them on tick as well, so you owe him five bob.

David, sometimes I just despair.

Well, I know eggs-actly how you feel, Peggy.

Oh, please!