15x06 - The End Of The Road

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

Control to Delta Alpha Two-Four.

Come in.

STATIC

Control to Delta Alpha Two-Four. Come in.

STATIC

Are you there, Rob?

STATIC

Nothing.

- I'm not putting up with this. - No, Sarge.

A convicted m*rder*r escapes from prison,

we're put on full alert, and Walker goes AWOL.

Perhaps there's summat up with his radio.

Oh, yes? And his telephone? Very likely.

Right. I'll go and look for him myself, personally.

Bellamy, you'd better get on to Mr and Mrs Andrews.

Inform them that their precious son is on the loose.

Yes, Sarge.

And you wipe that grin off your face!

I want you out there on your bike with your eyes peeled!

Hadn't I better finish...

Younger... what might an escaped prisoner on the run do?

Steal something.

Head for home, you fool! And that happens to be

right in the middle of my patch!

Where is Rob anyway?

Oh, please, Aunt Peg!

- No. - But he's really sad.

Not until he's had a bath.

David... he stinks.

He does not stink!

Oh, yes, he does!

Because no-one ever... baths him!

- Mr Andrews? - Yes?

Your Billy's escaped.

Oh.

You'd best come in.

Right. I'll get you a towel.

WHIMPERS Well, it's not really that bad.

Once you're done, she'll let you back in again, eh?

Oh, no, you don't!

Alfred!

Poor Billy.

Now, when exactly did he go?

First thing this morning.

Look, have you got somewhere you could go, just for a few days?

Well, it's for your own safety, Mrs Andrews,

just in case he tries to make contact. You know what he's like.

Well, I should hope so. I brought him up.

Shh, love. The constable's only trying to help.

The thing is, the prison staff said

he was in a pretty disturbed state.

Well, wouldn't you be if you'd been locked up in that horrible place

for something you didn't do? - All I'm saying is,

it might be best not to be here.

But I've got to be here. I'm his mother.

I think we'll stay... if you don't mind.

Right.

All right. Well, you've got the police station's number,

haven't you? - Yes.

And if anything happens, anything at all, then use it.

Right, Constable.

I'll see myself out.

MUSIC: 'Watch Your Step' by Adam Faith

♪ You'd better take it easy, baby

♪ Oh, you go away

♪ You gave me some honey

♪ And I'll be judged someday

♪ You'd better watch your step

♪ (Watch your step) Oh, yeah

♪ (Watch your step) Oh, yeah

♪ (Watch your step) You'd better watch your step

♪ (Oh) Cos you'll be foolin' me tonight

♪ (Watch your step) Oh, yeah

♪ (Watch your step) Ow... ♪

Alfred!

Alfred, don't be silly!

Still no sign?

No.

WHISTLES

OK, Alf. Try Walker's radio again. Over.

Control to Delta Alpha Two-Four.

Control to Delta Alpha Two-Four.

I've asked everyone I can think of.

I've looked in all the ditches in case he's been run over.

Alfred!

You're wasting your time, David.

He'll have just run off.

He'll be back for his supper, you'll see.

- Well? - I'm sorry, Sarge.

Sorry's not enough, Walker.

When you are on duty, it is your responsibility to answer your radio

at all times. That is fundamental to the job.

I didn't hear it.

You didn't hear it cos you were too busy canoodling with Dr Trent!

I was on a break. I went round for a spot of lunch.

Don't lie to me. I saw you with my own eyes.

How long has this relationship been going on?

A couple of months.

Oh, for heaven's sake. Who else knows about it?

No-one, apart from you.

You'd better keep it that way, or better still, put a stop to it.

She's a married woman, Walker. She is not available.

Furthermore, she is a doctor and you are a policeman,

both respected members of the community.

Oh, come away, Geoff, for goodness' sake.

Well, the Andrews aren't going to move out, that's for sure.

(Phil! Quick!)

- What? - Have a listen.

Rob's having an affair with Dr Trent.

- What? - Yeah.

Sergeant Miller's going bananas.

What, Rob's having an affair with...

With Helen.

No!

I heard him say it.

No.

Me and Rob are mates. If he was having an affair, he'd have told me.

Look, Miller caught him at it round at her place.

He's a dark horse, in't he? Pulled the wool over our eyes

good and proper.

Well, if it is true... big if, mind,

then er... I'm sure he had his reasons.

Let's face it, she's a bit out of his league, isn't she?

Look, don't give me that look, Alf.

SIGHS

If Rob fancies his chances with her

then... good luck to him.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly police station.

- She's getting a divorce. - She hasn't got one yet, has she?

And even when she does, it won't look good.

Two divorced people, you and her.

I don't like it. I don't like divorce!

years, I've been married, And that's because,

when I make a vow, I stick to it.

She's not staying at the police house, I hope.

- No. - She better not.

I don't want the reputation of my station

being ruined by a reckless officer.

Do you hear? KNOCK AT DOOR

Yes?!

Sarge, we've just had a call from HQ. Billy Andrews has been spotted

in Nottingham.

- How long has he been missing? - Since just before dinner time.

Oh, come on, David. That's not very long.

He's probably chasing after a bitch or something.

He's hiding, more like. Saw that bath and skedaddled.

Yeah. Well, he does hate baths.

Yeah. That's why Mr Vernon never made him have one, or Mr Greengrass.

I don't think Claude Greengrass knew what a bath was, David.

Well, that's where he and I differ.

I'm a martyr to cleanliness myself.

You haven't seen Alfred, have you, Phil?

Erm... no.

Have you heard about Billy Andrews?

- No. What? - Thought he was in Dartmoor.

Well, he was until this morning. He's escaped.

- No! - 'Fraid so.

So Sergeant Miller wants us all to keep our eyes peeled

in case he heads back this way.

Who's this we're talking about?

A particularly nasty piece of work.

- A m*rder*r. - Oh, heck.

k*lled a young lass up on t'moors.

It were about ten year ago, weren't it, Oscar?

Yeah, about that.

And Oscar arrested him.

Oh, I don't like the sound of this.

He's abducted her and slashed her throat with a carving knife

six or seven times in a mad frenzy. - All right.

All right, Bernie. That's enough.

Well, at least Dartmoor's the other side of the country.

Er... Well, that's the thing.

He's getting nearer. He's been spotted in Nottingham.

Home.

I thought we were looking for Alfred.

What, with a m*rder*r on the loose? You've got to be joking.

It sends shivers down my spine thinking he could be out there.

He's miles off, Gina. We've no need to think he was heading this way.

Could be going anywhere.

MUSIC: 'Cat's Squirrel by Cream

Better go and check the garage. You never know, do you?

Not with a nutter like Billy Andrews on the loose.

- Night, Bernie. - Night.

Yeah, night.

Gina, er...

..did you know about Rob and Helen? - What about them?

Just... Shh.

- Rob and Helen? - Yes.

They've been going out together, apparently.

What? They kept that very quiet.

What did you just say? What's that about Rob and Helen?

Look, just keep it to yourself, will you?

Don't let the whole world know.

Hi.

Hiya.

Hi.

What?

Nothing!

Go on! If there is a m*rder*r in there, I'd rather know.

WHIMPERING Alfred?

Hey, Aunt Peggy, I think I've found Alfred! Come on, boy!

Hiya. Come on.

What is it, boy?

- Why didn't you tell me? - Tell you what?

That everyone knows.

I'm sorry, I just can't get over the cheek of it,

Miller spying on us like that.

At least you didn't get a good ticking-off afterwards.

What exactly did he say to you?

Basically that we shouldn't be seeing each other.

Because I'm not divorced?

And Aidensfield's a small place. And...

And?

You're the doctor, and... I'm the village bobby.

Meaning?

That we both should consider our jobs, I suppose.

I mean, I can sort of see what he means,

but... He asked me if you'd stayed here.

I lied, of course.

Right. I'd better get back.

Helen.

It's late.

Look, all he's worried about is if we cause a scandal.

Fine. I'll see you later.

I'll come with you.

I don't think so.

What about this escaped prisoner?

I'll risk it.

Anything's better than us being seen together, apparently.

Come on up, lad.

It's after midnight.

Look, if he's no better tomorrow, we'll get the vet out, all right?

I can't leave him, not when he's like this.

Oof!

SIREN STARTS

Come on, Rob. Cheer up.

Eh?

well, I know that Miller gave you a roasting,

but it had to be said.

- Yeah. - Once she's a free woman,

it'll be different.

Morning, all.

Blimey. You look knackered.

Sure you're getting enough sleep at night?

All right, you lot.

Pay attention.

We're looking for a brown Vauxhall Viva, registration number GBTD.

It was nicked from a pub near York last night

and was spotted by our lads in a lay-by near Malton this morning.

The driver was wearing prison clothes,

and answers the description of Billy Andrews.

And they didn't get him?

No. He got away.

- In the car? - Yes.

Still heading north so possibly for home territory.

HQ have set up roadblocks around the area.

Nevertheless, I want you all out there, keeping a close watch.

And if you find him, no heroics.

The man's a k*ller.

MUSIC: 'Three Hours' by Nick Drake

♪ Three hours from sundown

♪ Jeremy flies

♪ Hoping to keep

♪ The sun from his eyes

♪ East from the city

♪ And down to the cave

♪ In search of a master

♪ In search of a sl*ve ♪

He doesn't know what he's talking about, does he? Stupid vet.

Look...

what I found in the bathroom cupboard, eh?

Mr Greengrass's special medicine.

This'll have you on your feet in no time, eh?

Leave him be, David.

Come on. Good boy.

David, look, you heard what the vet said.

His heart's failing. There's nothing we can do.

Come on, Alfred, please. Eh?

The old dog's dying, David.

He's not dying!

Look, I know how much you love him,

but you've just got to accept what's happening.

He'll be going to a better place. Think of it like that.

Come on, boy.

Hiya, Peg.

Oh, Gina. I'm having a terrible time.

- Why? What's happened? - Well, it's our David.

- Alfred's ill. - Alfred?

Yes, very ill. We've even had the vet out.

It's old age, he said. I mean, there's nowt we can do.

Poor David. He'll be heart-broken.

He's sitting with him, trying to get him to have some medicine,

hoping he can save him. It just doesn't seem to have sunk in yet.

- Hasn't the vet explained? - Well, he's tried, Rosie.

And I've tried, but he just won't believe it.

And that's why I'm here.

What?

He'd listen to you, Bernie. You know he would.

And with you in the business, you'd know just the right things to say.

- It's true, Bernie. - Yeah, and he respects you.

Go up and see him.

Go on.

SIGHS

Near here?

- Billy's near here? - That's what we're led to believe.

Well, he certainly hasn't been here.

- Are you sure? - I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking we might be protecting him.

But we wouldn't do that.

Running away's no good to him, is it?

Not in the long run.

Well, not with his appeal coming up. We want him to prove his innocence.

He didn't k*ll that girl, you know, Constable Walker.

We know he didn't.

Right.

Are you quite sure that you don't want somewhere to stay?

Oh, no. Like we said to that other policeman, our place is here.

OK.

Obviously, we've got roadblocks set up everywhere to stop him

getting near, but don't forget, any worries,

any contact whatsoever, you get on that phone straight away.

Right. Thanks, Constable.

Thank you.

David, you've got to try and face it.

What did the vet tell you?

Eh?

He's got years in him yet.

No, lad... he's old.

He just wants to curl up and drift away.

That's what animals do.

He was all right till yesterday.

David, he wasn't.

He hasn't been right for weeks.

Listen...

Death is a part of life,

a good part.

We all have to die to make way for the next lot.

Otherwise, think what would happen, the whole place would be full up,

there wouldn't be any room for any new dogs.

I don't want any new dogs. I want Alfred.

When we're standing at the graveside doing funerals,

what does the vicar say?

I don't know.

Yes, you do. "Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

"Man cometh up and is cut down

as a flower."

The same applies to Alfred.

I've never heard him say that.

Well, that's because you're too busy thinking of

filling the hole in and everything.

Think about it now, though.

What it means is...

we start out as dust... and we end up as dust.

And that's nature. There's nowt we can do about it.

All those policemen after him!

He's out there somewhere, cold and hungry,

like a hunted animal.

Come on in. Come on in.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear. Oh, God.

CRIES OUT

- No! No! - Shut your mouth... Mother.

D-D-Don't be like that, love.

No, no. We... we want to help you.

Good.

- Cos I need the car. - Car? We haven't got it anymore.

- No car at all? - No.

Right. I need clothes, food

and money, in that order.

And make it snappy!

Don't even think about it, Dad. I've cut the line.

And if Mr Plod comes back...

you answer the door and you say nothing, right?

Cos I'll be holding on to Mum.

And if you so much as hint that you've seen me,

then I'll k*ll her.

- Like I k*lled the other one. - No, no.

No, you didn't do that, love.

You were innocent.

Dear old mother...

- ..stupid as ever! - Now, look here.

Oof!

Oh! No! Don't. Don't. Don't.

Aunt Peg, did you ask Mr Scripps to come and see me?

Of course not.

Mind you, it seems to have done the trick, doesn't it?

You're a lot more cheerful now, aren't you?

Mm.

He was going on about dust.

Dust, eh?

And flowers.

- Flowers? - Mm, and vicars.

And how you've got to cut them down

or there'd be no room left in the world.

Right.

That's the flowers, not the vicars.

David, why don't you go out

and get a bit of fresh air?

I'll keep an eye on Alfred. Go on.

It'll do you good.

All right.

All right.

OK, Alfred.

See you later, boy.

Alfred?

CRIES OUT Right. I'm off.

- So, where's the money? - Money?

Yeah, money, Dad.

I won't get very far without it, will I?

So where do you keep it these days? Under the mattress? In the teapot?

In the bank, son.

You what?

We don't keep any here anymore.

Don't give me that.

Where is it?

- Come on! - I told you, it's in the bank.

Billy! Billy!

SOBS

No car, no money. For crying out loud, I wish I'd never come back!

Stop it!

Please! There's nothing here.

Stop it!

Are you sure you don't want to watch?

No, thanks.

We'll get you another one, love. Don't fret.

Nah, I don't want another dog.

- Oh, yeah, but with time... - Anyway, I'll er...

I'll be getting back to work.

David.

Work? No-one's expecting you in today.

Well, life goes on.

That's nature.

I'm sorry about last night.

I put it all wrong.

It's fine.

I just don't want us to fall out over something Sergeant Miller said.

Er...

Great. Afternoon, Sarge. I was just, er...

Sorry to but in, Doctor, but if I could have a word with my constable.

Fine.

Right.

No sign of Andrews so, with a bit of luck, he's gone elsewhere.

Well, let's hope so.

Nevertheless, HQ want to set up more roadblocks

on the eastern edge of the moor.

They're sending out two more cars.

You're to meet them at the police house and explain the maps.

Right.

Oh, and, Walker, if you take my advice,

you'll stop making a fool of yourself.

Apart from anything else... you're not in the same league.

What was that about Andrews?

It's just this escaped prisoner business.

It's not Billy Andrews, is it?

Yeah. I told you yesterday.

No, you didn't. I'm worried about Mr Andrews already.

He's got a serious heart condition.

I'm sorry. It's just... everything that's happening between us, and...

SIGHS

Can I see you later? Please?

Er... Yes. OK. :, then, after surgery.

I just want to sort things out.

I'm sorry. I've got to go.

David.

I took this off before we buried him.

I thought you might like to keep it.

Right. Thanks.

Good lad.

Well, don't forget to pick up Major Penny when you're finished.

I won't.

- Fill her up, Bernie. - Morning, Rob.

Afternoon, Mr Walker.

I thought Alfred had, er...

Yeah. He died this morning.

Bernie's just buried him.

Sorry to hear about Alfred. Must've been a terrible shock.

No, not really. The vet told us what to expect.

But all the same...

We've all got to die, Mr Walker.

Otherwise, it'd be standing room only.

Right. Well...

good luck.

I can't believe it.

He's being so strong.

Rob?

Mr Andrews, it's Dr Trent.

Mr Andrews, are you there?

Well, well, well. A nice fast car, just what I needed.

- Give me the car keys. - Get off me.

You stupid woman!

MUSIC: 'Three Hours' by Nick Drake

♪ Three hours from London

♪ Jacomo's free

♪ Taking his woes

♪ Down to the sea

♪ In search of a lifetime

♪ To tell when he's home

♪ In search of a story

♪ That's never been known ♪

Panda One to Control. Over.

VENTRESS: Control receiving. Over.

Alf... I've found Billy Andrews' car.

PHONE RINGING

Come on, Helen. Where have you got to?

PHONE RINGS

Helen?

Phil.

I'm on my way now.

My word. He's in a hurry.

Oh, look.

Oh.

Ah, no.

SOBBING

Come on, love.

Oh.

GROANING

OK. OK. You're all right now.

You're safe. You're safe. SOBS

- We'll soon have you free. - Oh.

It's going to be all right.

Where's Dr Trent?

I don't know. Oh, Billy.

Billy, why are you like this?

Oh, what have I done wrong?

What have I done wrong, Constable?

GROANS

Mr Andrews, I'm going to sit you up now.

GROANS OK. I'll take this off.

- What happened to Dr Trent? - Hm?

Dr Trent, Mr Andrews, is she somewhere in the house?

- Oh! - Look... where is she?

I don't understand it.

He hit his own mother.

OK. So where's Billy now?

He's gone.

He took her,

and he went.

Dr Trent's car.

What in heaven's name is she doing here?

Sarge, up here!

All right, let's start at the beginning, shall we?

- When did Billy arrive? - Early this afternoon.

He wanted our car, but we haven't got it anymore.

And he went mad. He had a billhook.

He cut the phone off.

- We couldn't do a thing. - And then he wanted money.

He lost his temper, and that's when she came round.

- At what time? - Oh, I don't know.

- It's all a blur. - Tea time.

And then... he wanted to borrow her car,

but she wouldn't let him have it.

That's when he went.

At about... half past four.

- Taking her with him? - Yes.

I don't know why he has to be so violent.

I mean... he was a lovely little boy.

He never had a temper at all in those days.

Mrs Andrews, please, where was he taking her?

All right. We'll deal with this.

- Did you call an ambulance? - On its way, Sarge.

Here you go, Mrs Andrews.

- Thank you. - Here you go, Mr Andrews.

Ah.

All right. Did he say where he was going?

He said Whitby.

He's got a pal there, with a boat.

Right. Radio HQ.

Tell them watch the port

and to move the roadblocks closer between here and Whitby.

If they left at tea time, they won't have got far.

What about a moorland search team, Sarge?

Yes. Request a full team with dogs, first light.

Right, Sarge.

First light? We've got to look for her now.

We can't leave her out there all night.

Look, Walker, I know you're personally involved,

but be sensible.

If it's too dark for us to search,

it's too dark for them to cross country.

But if they're out in the open, we'll find them in the morning.

Right. Get in.

Now lie down.

SOBS

I'm so cold.

Shut up. I need to think.

- Look... - Get off me!

All right!

All right.

I was only going to offer you my coat, that was all.

Please let me go.

- When we get to Whitby. - Why not now?

Cos I need you with me, of course, in case they find us.

Why else would I put up with your whingeing and whining?

And if they catch us, I'll tell them I'm going to k*ll you, right?

But don't kid yourself, I'll do it if I have to.

I've done it before.

I don't see how this is going to work, Sarge.

It will.

He'll have had to cross this valley.

They can't have gone beyond the main road.

We've been watching it all night.

I should've realised she'd have gone round to the Andrews'.

I should have stopped her.

We'll find her, lad.

- Never you fear. - Sarge!

Please, Billy, I can't go on.

I've lost my shoe. Ow!

For crying out loud, woman.

Listen, Billy, this is hopeless. I can't go on anymore.

You'd be so much better without me. You'd be much faster.

No. You'd tell them where I am.

No, I wouldn't.

Yeah, you would. And then I'd be back in Dartmoor

by the end of the day, banged up for life.

You've no idea what it's like. It's a living death!

No, it's worse.

It's worse than death.

I can't go back. I'd rather die than that.

Listen, Billy...

No.

You listen.

If they catch me...

I'll be even worse off than I was before, right?

Cos I've blown it.

I've run away... stolen a car,

knocked someone out. I've taken you hostage.

I mean, I won't even get parole now, will I?

I'll be there for bloody ever.

OK.

Maybe I can help you, explain your state of mind.

Oh, yeah? And you think they'd listen, do you?

They would! I'm a doctor.

Please, Billy!

Aah! What?

I see your little trick.

It's a game, isn't it?

All this chit-chat. You knew they were out there.

No, I didn't. I swear I didn't, Billy.

Well, I'm not leaving you anywhere. Now get moving.

Now!

It'll be all right.

Will it?

Hey, it's on to something!

That's Helen's shoe.

Come on. Let's go.

Right. Come on.

- Billy, please... - Come on! Quickly!

DOGS BARKING

Come on!

One squeak, and you get this. Now, come on.

They must've gone in the water to throw the scent off.

Rob!

Right, come on, let's keep going down the bank.

Over here! Quick!

DOOR CLOSES

Right. I've fed your fowls, and I've done your rabbit.

Oh, David, what are we going to do with you?

You'll fret yourself to death if you go on like this.

Look, I know he was your pal and everything,

but he was only a dog.

Do you want me to send for Mr Scripps again?

No.

Well, I'll leave you to it then.

I'll just go out for a bit.

Can't be far off now.

I'm going over to those rocks. See for miles from there.

Whoa. Sergeant Miller said to stay in line.

How's David?

Yeah. Is he feeling any better?

No, he's terrible.

Oh. So he's not coming in today then?

You must be joking.

He's spot-welded to that blooming sofa.

Rosie, come with me, will you?

I need your help.

SIGHS

Helen?

Here!

Tell everyone to stop and stay where they are until I tell them.

One step nearer, sonny boy, and she goes over.

- Stay back, Rob. - Stay calm, Billy.

OK, Walker.

Leave this to me.

You all right, Billy?

There's nowhere to go. You're surrounded by bobbies.

You're cold, you're wet, and you're hungry.

Now, don't prolong the agony. Be sensible, eh?

Now, there's no need for that.

Give me the billhook

and let Dr Trent go, eh?

What do you take me for? An idiot?

The longer you hold on to her, the more trouble you're in.

She's staying right here with me.

Isn't that right, love?

We're like Siamese twins.

Let Dr Trent go.

Then we can talk properly, eh?

Look, I'll cut her throat!

Aagh!

Oh!

I'm not going back to prison. Never!

I'd rather die.

Billy, just hold on a minute.

Billy, no!

Come on, young fella-my-lad.

You're coming with me.

Oh, yes, you are. I'm not having this a moment longer.

All right, Alfred's gone.

He had a good life, and he lived to a ripe old age,

but now, he's gone.

Lying here brooding about it is only going to make you feel worse.

Now, up you get. You're coming to the pub with me.

I'm going to buy you a drink.

I don't want a drink.

- How are you feeling now? - Tired.

And shocked. I don't think she's stopped shaking yet.

I still can't believe he did it,

actually threw himself off the rocks.

I'd try not to think about it if I were you.

He was a wrong 'un.

He's best off dead.

Oh, no. You can't say that.

I spent a whole night and half a day with him.

I began to see what a troubled soul he was deep down.

David, Peggy, you're just on time.

The drinks are on the house. OK, Oscar?

Hm.

Right then. To Helen.

Helen.

Or... should that be to Helen and Rob?

Hey, less of that.

Oh, go on. We all know about it now.

You might as well.

- It'll all end in tears. - Well, it will

if Sergeant Miller's got anything to do with it.

Here you are, David.

Oh, he's so sweet.

He was born up at the farm, and, well, er...

we can't find a home for it anywhere.

- Here. Just hold it for a minute. - No, I don't want another... dog.