15x15 - Hostage To Fortune

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

I'd like to make a withdrawal, please.

Everything you have in the till.

Nice work, babe.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sorry to interrupt, Sarge,

there's been an armed robbery at the Provincial Bank.

SIREN WAILING

Well, she had an accomplice.

Made her getaway on the back of his motorbike.

With over quid, by the looks of it.

She wasn't local. Cashier says she had a posh southern accent.

Posh women robbing banks with g*ns?

Whatever's happening to the world?

o'clock sharp, pick up Mrs Proctor.

Two o'clock, collect Mr Elwyn Davies off the train.

Four o'clock, pick up Mr Terry and Mr Snell from golf club bar.

Fill taxi up with petrol.

Does Bernie Scripps always do that when he goes away?

Do what?

Writes down every single job you've got to do?

OH, it's just to help me remember.

Yeah, but he doesn't do that for Rosie.

Just leaves her in charge of the garage and that's that.

Yeah, well, Rosie's good though, in't she?

You're good yourself, David.

Bernie should trust you, give you a bit more responsibility.

End of day, check tyre pressure, oil and water.

Go home, put your pyjamas on, brush your teeth, then go to bed.

DOG WHIMPERS

I like this one.

It's colourful, vigorous, full of energy.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

What? Do you call this art?!

Looks to me as if somebody's just taken a can of paint

and chucked it over a canvas.

Well, he might well have done.

That's Jackson Pollock's.

You can say that again.

Very funny, Oscar.

You have heard of Jackson Pollock?

No, and I've no desire to.

Well, his action painting broke the ice.

He simply put the canvasses on the studio floor

and hurled paint on them.

And charges a small fortune to the idiots that bought them, no doubt.

Not everything in art has to be figurative, you know, Oscar.

Ooh, 'ark at you. "Figurative"?!

You've come a long way, Gina.

No, I'm sorry, I like my paintings to be lifelike.

You can admire artists like Constable, Turner and George Stubbs.

Well, I admire all three, actually.

You don't paint like them though, do you?

You duck out of doing what I call real painting.

It's not ducking out. A painting doesn't have to look like a photo.

That's rubbish.

You so-called modern artists, you can't paint.

All right, Oscar, put your money where your mouth is.

Commission me to paint you a landscape.

I'll do you one for a tenner.

OSCAR LAUGHS

Go on. If it's not a good likeness, you don't have to pay anything.

All right. You're on.

MUSIC: 'Pictures At An Exhibition' by Modest Mussorgsky

- This is beautiful. - Yeah.

Certainly is.

Let's hope Picasso here can do it justice.

I've been painting landscapes all my life.

But knowing you, Oscar, you'll find some fault with it,

just to avoid paying up. - Well, don't worry, Jack.

Alf Ventress knows this place like the back of his hand.

I'll get him to judge it.

If he reckons you've done a good job, I'll buy it.

Well, that sounds fair enough.

See you later.

GULLS CRY

MOTORBIKE APPROACHES

Right, everyone behaves themselves, no-one gets hurt.

- Get away from the counter. - Fill this.

Every note you have.

You, get your hands up.

That's it.

Right, babe, come on.

Stay inside until we're well gone.

g*nsh*t SHE SCREAMS

GIRL: Oh, my God.

No! No, don't!

Please. Help me!

Please.

SHE SCREAMS

Get on the bike.

Wait! I can't run.

Come on.

SHE YELLS

I hope you don't mind me just popping round.

Well, I am on duty... Of course I don't.

- I've got some news for you. - Oh?

TELEPHONE RINGS Oh.

Aidensfield police house.

I'll be right over.

There's been another armed robbery. Sorry, I've got to go.

- ROB: So what did they take? - WOMAN: Pension money.

Any money anywhere else?

Only change in t'till.

- Right. - MILLER: Walker!

Excuse me.

What's the situation?

The girl was shot in the leg,

but they managed to get away on the motorbike.

Anyone get the number?

No. Take a look.

With a b*llet wound, she'll need medical attention.

Alert local hospitals, doctors...

Are you managing all right?

Oh, aye. Nothing major.

Two or three cars to service. A breakdown to pick up.

Plenty of paperwork for Bernie to catch up on though

when he gets back?

No, I do all that as I go along. I deal with all his post as well.

TELEPHONE RINGS Do you?

♪ Well, I ask you

♪ What a way to treat a guy ♪

I can see what she's up to.

- ROSIE: Hello? - How do you mean?

Yes, this is Scripps's garage.

Well, Bernie's not going to be around that much longer.

She's planning to take over the garage.

- ROSIE: OK. Yeah. - I don't think so.

And you should do the same, with the taxis and the burial business.

ROSIE: OK. A funeral...

Oh, I'm afraid Mr Scripps is away at the moment.

Hey, hang on a minute.

Let David deal with that.

He drives the hearse, not you.

I'll just pass you over to David. Thanks.

He's quite capable of dealing with the funeral business,

thank you very much.

DAVID: Hello?

Oh, so soon?

No, I don't think so...

We've got a funeral booked for next week.

They want to bring it forward to the day after tomorrow.

Someone's got to fly back to Canada.

Bernie's away. We can't do that.

Oh, yes we can.

Here, give me that here.

Come here.

Hello there.

Yes.

Mr Scripps will not be able to officiate in person,

but Mr Stockwell is his extremely experienced deputy.

Yes, I can assure you, he's learnt everything he knows from him.

Phil, I still can't find it.

It's there.

All right, listen up. You all know DI Shiner.

I'd like you to assist my CID officers with a bit of legwork.

This pair must be staying somewhere in the area.

A list of hotels, B&Bs, caravan sites,

likely spots where they could be sleeping rough.

They're armed, and with the girl injured, they could be desperate.

It's essential we find them.

Yes, Sarge.

Yes, Sarge.

KNOCKING

- HELEN: Who is it? - Are you the doctor?

My wife's gone into labour.

We're up here on holiday.

She's not due for a month but she says the baby's coming now.

Help me, please!

- Where is she? - We're staying just up the road.

I've no idea how to deliver a baby.

Don't panic. Hang on, I'll have to leave a note.

Where's your car?

I thought you were nearby?

Your car.

We need your car.

Who are you?

- What do you want? - Keep your mouth shut.

Don't try anything, you won't get hurt.

DOOR OPENS Oh, thank goodness.

All right, calm down.

I've brought her to help you.

I want you to look at her leg.

I'm Dr Trent.

- Who are you? - Never mind who she is.

This looks like a b*llet wound.

Just clean it up, stitch it, whatever you need to do.

How did this happen?

It doesn't matter. Just do your job.

In order to do my job I need to know how it happened.

An accident. Now deal with it.

That would hardly help her, would it?

MUSIC: 'Sunshine Of Your Love' by Cream

♪ It's getting near dawn

Out on a call, back later.

♪ When lights close their tired eyes

♪ I'll soon be with you, my love...

Sorry to miss you.

♪ Give you my dawn surprise...

Gone home to sleep.

♪ I'll be with you when the stars start falling. ♪

BELL RINGING

Time please, ladies and gents.

I'd better be off.

I've got another long day at the easel tomorrow.

It must be hard work, doing proper painting,

not just chucking paint on willy-nilly,

chatting up the female students.

Good night, Oscar.

Good night, female student.

Night, Jack.

Well, I think my ten quid's safe enough.

I need sterilised water.

You'll have to boil some.

We get water from the stream, we haven't got a kettle.

There's a pot over there, you could put it on the fire.

If we don't sterilise the wound, it'll become gangrenous.

DOOR OPENS, THEN CLOSES

You're being very brave.

Could you at least tell me your first name?

I'm not supposed to.

It's not easy to treat a patient with no name.

All right.

I'm Lucy.

I'm Helen.

You look like a Lucy.

SNIFFS

Actually, your face seems familiar.

- Have we met before? - No, of course not.

It's a very nasty wound.

This chap, is he your boyfriend?

It's none of your business.

It's just, as people, you two seem like chalk and cheese.

Right. I'm a nice middle-class girl, and he's an Irish thug, you mean?

No, but anyone who carries a g*n... DOOR OPENS

I'm doing the best I can. She should be in hospital.

She could lose her leg.

Listen. Nobody's going anywhere.

Just do what you can.

I can't start anything until you've boiled that water.

LUCY WHIMPERS

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Ah. - Rob.

Sorry to call round this early.

Reports of a motorbike heard late last night in Abbott's Wood.

Miller wants us to both go and check it out.

No worries. I'll just give Helen a bell,

make sure she got back all right.

What, at this time? You'll wake her up.

I've just got a right mouthful off Debbie for Miller calling.

No, you're right. Always thinking, you see.

Come on.

What's for breakfast, then?

Full English? All the works?

Fat chance.

Look, Lucy, I know that you held up that bank and the post office.

So?

I'm surprised at you getting involved in something like that.

You seem like you're from a decent family.

How would your parents feel if they knew what you were doing?

My father cares more about his precious money

than he does about me.

He's made that very clear.

Young people often fall out with parents and rebel. I know I did.

My first boyfriend was an East End rocker.

My mother wouldn't let him in the house.

But getting involved in armed robbery, that's something else.

- Banks can afford it. - It's still wrong.

You don't seem to me like you're a criminal at heart.

I think you got seduced into it for other reasons.

You're wrong.

Rick and I are in this together.

And we've got much bigger things planned.

DOOR OPENING

I've done the best I can,

but I insist that she gets a tetanus injection and antibiotics.

- Do you? - Yes, Rick, I do.

I told you not to use my name.

I'm sorry, babe. I'm sorry.

This changes everything.

It's not easy, shifting everything around for a funeral.

Oh, there's nowt to it. Organisation, that's all it takes.

Well, the vicar won't be pleased.

This was booked in for next week.

You leave him to me.

These men of God just like a bit of buttering up.

Good morning, Mrs Armstrong.

- Can I help you at all? - Er, yes.

I'm sorry it's short notice, Your Grace.

What is?

The Wilson funeral. We need to have it tomorrow now.

Tomorrow? Why?

One of the family has to fly back to Canada unexpectedly, Your Grace.

I... I'm not "Your Grace" actually, merely a Reverend.

Oh... Let me think.

It can't be tomorrow afternoon, and there's a christening at midday.

What about tomorrow morning, Your Reverend?

It's such short notice. I've the gravediggers to consider.

Ah, yeah, well, our David's a highly experienced gravedigger.

Oh, well, if you think you can organise everything else,

I think eleven o'clock's available.

I'll telephone the organist. Do come inside.

Oh, we'd be most grateful, Your Holiness.

SHIVERS

If you won't let me take her to hospital,

at least let me go and fetch her some penicillin.

I can't risk that.

I promise I won't say anything to anyone.

GROANS

If she doesn't get some treatment soon,

she's going to get really sick.

She won't be able to move from here at all, then what will you do?

I need her back on her feet by tomorrow. Can you do that?

Why tomorrow?

Never you mind.

Can you do it?

Not unless I get her some penicillin.

OK. Put this back on.

Any word from the lads about that motorbike in the woods, Alf?

- I don't want any. - Oh.

What are you doing?

PETER CRIES I'm trying to feed Peter.

I can see that. What's he doing here?

Debbie Bellamy dropped him off. She'll be back soon.

This is a police station, not a kiddies' nursery.

She's only gone for a few minutes.

OH, Rob radioed in.

That motorbike up in the woods, it's not the robbers'.

It's a family of travellers.

Come on. Have a bit. Eat... PETER CRIES

- Don't try and force-feed him. - I'm sorry, Sarge.

I'm a bit of an amateur at this.

Let me have him.

Here.

There we go. PETER CRIES

Ooh, let's have a look. Let's have a look. Come here.

Do you want some of this ice cream?

I don't want none.

You don't want...? He doesn't want any.

PETER CRIES

There we go. Oh, those tears. Come on.

What are you doing here? We're not open yet.

They want to make a booking, Oscar, it's a bit of an emergency.

We've a funeral had to be brought forward to tomorrow

and the hall that was booked can't do the new date.

Is Bernie coming back early, then?

No, me and our David's handling it.

You two? Don't be silly.

Yeah, well, I'm helping to dig the grave.

Hey, Aunt Peggy reckons I'm a highly capable young man.

Yeah, highly capable of cocking things up.

Anyway,

we thought we'd put a bit of business your way.

- Whose funeral is it? - Jack Wilson.

You know him. He's a big, tubby man.

Well, he was. He's, er...

They're a large family, them Wilsons.

In every sense.

Big eaters. It'll be quite a do.

Business is business, Oscar.

Yeah.

Cheers, then. I'll see you back there, yeah?

OK.

- No Dr Trent? - No.

Let me have a look.

INDISTINCT MURMURINGS

Helen?

Helen?

Her car's not here, so she's probably on an emergency call.

Why don't you come back later?

You'll know your way from here.

As quick as you can. And not a word to anyone, most of all the police.

I'll be here when you get back.

You trust me to return, then?

I need her to be able to walk.

It's important to my plans.

But... I can't carry passengers.

If you can't fix her up, she's no good to me.

And I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking, "Tell the police, they'll rescue her,"

and you'll be able to patch her up anyway.

That won't work.

If you don't come back and get her walking,

or if I get any sniff of the police...

..I'll have no choice but to k*ll her.

She thinks you're in love with her.

If you don't come back,

she's a goner,

and her death will be down to you.

Are you sure, Alf? Nothing at all?

DOOR OPENS

Hold on. I think that's her.

Helen?

- Rob... - Where have you been?

Oh, Rob!

What is it?

You see, left to you, Rosie,

the Wilsons would have been disappointed.

But thanks to me and our David,

they'll get their funeral tomorrow.

Hm. Everything's organised, is it?

Yes. Just the pallbearers to sort out

and I've got David dealing with that.

And then he's going to dig the grave.

The vicar, the organist and the church are all booked,

and the funeral tea's sorted out.

- DAVID: They can't make it! - Sorry?

Pallbearers. There's only one available.

I phoned round. Two of the usual lot can't make it tomorrow.

Well, get somebody else then.

I've phoned everyone on Mr Scripps's list and they can't come.

Oh, if ever a woman suffered!

- He could be bluffing. - No.

I honestly believe he'll k*ll her. He's ruthless.

Then I won't let you go back.

If he's willing to sh**t his own girlfriend,

where's that leave you? No.

You think he might have something big planned for tomorrow?

Sounds like it. But I've no idea what.

I don't know where they're hiding either. He blindfolded me.

You say his name's Rick. Any idea who the girl is?

She said her name was Lucy.

There was something familiar about her.

I'm sure I've seen her face somewhere before.

Oh?

Recently, I think.

I can't put my finger on it.

Maybe in a newspaper or something.

I can't be sure.

Rob, I have to go. He threatened to k*ll her.

I'll call CID. We'll nick him when he meets you.

No! He's armed. If he gets even one sniff of the police...

Helen, I've got to report this.

And I have to keep the girl alive.

All right. I won't make it official, yet.

But you're not going on your own.

- Rob.. - Absolutely not.

MUSIC: 'We're Going Wrong' by Cream

♪ Please

♪ Open your eyes

♪ I've found out today...

He's here.

♪ We're going wrong

Got everything you need?

Wait here.

Get on the bike.

Aren't we taking my car?

Now.

♪ I found out today...

♪ We're going wrong... ♪

Damn! Damn!

'Ey. Do you know where I can get hold of two strapping lads?

Two? I've spent half my life searching for one.

No, for pallbearing. We're a couple of bearers short tomorrow.

Why don't you ask big Eddie over there? He might help you out.

Does odd jobs from time to time.

Oh, I'll have a word with him.

Oh, Jack reckons he might finish the landscape today.

So you'd better get Alf Ventress over here tonight.

Alf won't be taken in by a load of old squiggles, I'm telling you that.

PEGGY: Thank you, thank you very much.

Big Eddie's agreed to be a bearer tomorrow.

He says he'll bring his brother along to make up the numbers.

- Oh, good. - So, that's that, then.

I'll have another one of them to celebrate.

You should have alerted Sergeant Miller

the moment the information came your way.

It was a delicate situation, sir.

Dr Trent was very reluctant to risk involving the police at all.

So now, thanks to you, both she and the girl are being held by a gunman.

And we haven't a clue as to where they are.

No, but I think I might have identified them, Sarge.

Dr Trent thought that the girl Lucy looked familiar.

She said she might have appeared in the paper recently.

So I checked with missing persons and the library

and dug this out.

Lucy Bellman, a city banker's daughter.

The Bellman case!

Yes. Turned out she wasn't really kidnapped.

Her boyfriend put her up to it to screw money out of her wealthy dad,

but he wouldn't pay up. - That's the one, sir.

Dr Trent's description of the pair that she's with

exactly matches these two from the kidnap case.

So having failed to get money out of her parents,

they decided to go on a crime spree.

I think it must be them.

A derelict property, she said,

about half an hour's drive from here.

That could give us an area of or miles to search.

HISSES IN PAIN

He didn't blindfold me on the way back.

My life's in danger, so is yours.

Oh, don't be silly.

Cut the chat.

I was telling her I need to change her dressing.

Then get on with it.

I need more boiled water.

LUCY SOBS

I need you to trust me, Lucy. You're in love with him.

It's preventing you from seeing what he really is.

- Oh, and what's that? - A ruthless criminal.

He doesn't care for you at all, Lucy.

That's not true. He loves me.

He'd drop you like that.

He told me with the job he has on he couldn't carry passengers.

I'm not a passenger.

I set this whole job up.

Lucy! He said if I didn't come back and put you on your feet again,

he'd k*ll you.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Yes, there is.

She said you'd k*ll me.

Tell her that's a lie.

It's a filthy lie.

Now stop playing games

and sort out her leg.

Nowhere else we can look tonight.

We'll resume the search in the morning.

I'll have more men drafted in from Division.

Chin up, lad. We'll find her.

He's right, you know, Rob. It's getting too dark now.

There must be something I can do.

Well, if you want, I'll stay on and we can search together, eh?

No. Thanks.

You get off home.

If she manages to phone anywhere, it'll be the police house.

I'd best get back there.

- I've done the best I can. - As long as she can walk.

CRIES OUT

- How does it feel? - Very sore.

But I'll be OK.

Yeah! That's the way, babe!

CAR HOOTS

Ow!

- Who's this? - Couple of guys Rick knows.

Tomorrow's the big one.

If you've got any sense, you'll stop all this right now, Lucy.

- Any problems? - Nah. Went like clockwork.

He should've gone straight to Miller.

Well, maybe. But he blames himself for letting her go back.

They've looked everywhere. Needles in a haystack.

Well, she's a sensible woman. I'm sure she'll be fine.

Keep it to yourself for the moment, Oscar.

Ready to do a bit of judging, Alf?

Oh, aye. Right.

CHINKING ON GLASS OK, everyone!

As you know, Oscar here

is a big admirer of the landscape paintings of John Constable.

- Right. - That's hardly surprising

given he's an ex-copper.

POLITE LAUGHTER

Anyway, I hope you'll all agree, and Alf Ventress as judge agrees,

that I've painted a reasonable landscape.

GASPS OF ADMIRATION

APPLAUSE

Yes. Well, it's not bad, I suppose.

Well, I think it's very good.

I know that view well, and it's spot on.

- Taken a few liberties, though. - I haven't.

That tree there should be down here.

Nothing is changed.

And you've put smoke coming out of the chimney of that cottage

and no-one's lived in there for years.

Come on, Oscar. Give us the money.

Yes. Don't be picky. Pay the man.

What was it? A fiver?

KNOCKING

KNOCKING

Alf.

I couldn't sleep. Mrs Ventress was snoring.

And then it hit me. I think I know where Helen is.

Hold on.

The smoke coming out of the chimney.

The cottage is meant to be empty.

Come on.

No sign of his motorbike.

There's smoke coming from the chimney.

I'm going in.

Well, they were here. They must have moved on.

Taking Helen with them. MUFFLED CRY

Wait! Listen.

MUFFLED SOUND CONTINUES

All right. Well, we're extremely grateful

for the information Dr Trent has given us.

And relieved that she survived her ordeal.

Hear! Hear!

It's been confirmed that the couple were involved

in the phoney Bellman kidnap case.

The man has been identified as Richard Connell O'Driscoll.

Pass these round, would you?

Last known address was Kilburn, north London.

We are still waiting for the details of the girl,

Lucy Bellman, to be sent through.

Sgt Miller will co-ordinate things here.

We believe their target is a large country house.

So I want us all out checking on likely places across the area.

Let's go.

Oh, Younger? I want you to stay local.

I want you to watch the roads.

You're looking for a van and a motorcycle travelling together.

Right, Sarge.

Doctor.

Oh! You've got his coffin on board.

Well done, David.

My, what a commanding figure you strike in that suit.

Born to the profession,

I should say.

The stand-in pallbearers are here.

That's not big Eddie's brother!

Well, actually it's only his half brother.

Yes, I can see that. He's only half his size.

We're gonna have to sort the order out a bit, Aunt Peg.

Otherwise the coffin's gonna be all wonky.

I do know that, thank you very much.

Now hurry up, we're gonna be late.

Come on.

You mentioned that Lucy had made some plans of the house

she intended to rob. - HELEN: Yes. That's right.

Then perhaps it was a house she was familiar with

and she drew the plans from memory.

In which case her parents might be able to help us identify it.

Yes.

Alf? Get onto the Met, would you.

See if you can find a number for Mr and Mrs Bellman.

Righto, Sarge.

LUCY SIGHS My leg's still really hurting, Rick.

Are you sure you'll be able to find the safe once we get in there?

I know it's on the first floor. I'm sure I'll remember when I see it.

The cars have arrived.

The wedding's in Cheshire.

They'll be gone the whole day. Just leaving a couple of staff in there.

They won't be a problem.

Hurry up, can't you, David?

We've a timetable to keep up.

Put your foot down a bit.

Faster.

CHURCH CLOCK CHIMES

THE LAST CHIME

ORGAN PLAYS

Come on. Fast as you can. Come on!

Chop! Chop!

All right?

Look, the three of you had better crouch down a bit.

Into the church. Come on.

I'm rather pressed. Not long till the christening.

You all right, David?

Yeah, he's not right heavy for a tubby bloke.

- Stop! - What?

Sorry, Your Grace.

About turn. Back to the hearse.

- Quick march! - What's wrong, Aunt Peg?

You loaded up the wrong coffin, you daft ha'porth.

He's in the dark oak with the brass handle.

Not the light oak with silver handles.

Oh...!

Right. Now, you, stay here.

David, I'll drive.

What in heaven's name are you doing?

Just a slight technical hitch, Your Worship.

We won't be long. Sorry

MUSIC: 'The Boys' by The Shadows

Oh, lovely.

Yes. Thank you. This could be of great help to us.

And of course we'll do everything we can

to avoid any harm coming to your daughter.

Yes. Thank you.

Brassington House.

Owned by the Milton family.

Old friends of the Bellmans. Lucy will certainly know the layout.

It's about miles out on the Scarborough road.

It's supposedly full of valuable antiques.

Paintings and silverware and the like.

Mr Bellman also said that there was a family wedding today.

They'll be away. That has to be our target.

Right. Inform DI Shiner, and put out a general alert.

Right, Sarge.

Shall I come with you?

Do you not have patients to treat?

I don't want you at risk again.

The man is armed.

This is no place for a woman.

For goodness' sake, don't be so patronising.

I'm a doctor and I know this pair. I could be useful.

You load the antiques.

You need to come upstairs with me.

Rick, my leg's still really hurting.

Never mind. For heaven's sake, come on!

Rick, I'm in pain!

I can do without passengers.

I need you to find the safe!

VENTRESS ON RADIO: 'Control to Delta Alpha -.'

'Target identified. Brassington House on the Scarborough road.'

Delta Alpha -. On my way.

SIRENS BLARE

MUSIC: 'The Boys' by The Shadows

Careful, Aunt Peg!

Right.

SCREECH OF BRAKES

Where have you been?

I'm sorry about that. All set now, Your Eminence.

Stop!

Dignity, gentlemen.

Dignity.

SOLEMN ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC: 'Nothing Is Easy' by Jethro Tull

SIRENS BLARE

Come here!

♪ Nothing is easy

♪ Though time gets you worrying my friend, it's OK

Where are the other two?

- They must be in the house. - Right.

Rob, he's armed!

Get off me!

Dr Trent! Don't go in there!

g*nsh*t Keep back, or you'll get it.

It's no use, O'Driscoll. You can't get away!

g*nsh*t Keep back, I said!

You said the g*n was for show. You're sh**ting at the police.

I'll sh**t at anyone who gets in my way. Let's get outta here.

LUCY CRIES OUT IN PAIN

Rick!

If you love Lucy, let her go.

You, you cow!

I should have finished you off back at the cottage!

- All right, don't be stupid. - One more move, you're a dead man.

We're going out the back.

Nice and easy.

- Go and start the bike. - I don't think I can, Rick.

My leg...

Rick, we can't go on running forever.

Lucy, go and start the bike

before I put a b*llet in you, you stupid upper class bitch!

SOBS I can't do it, Rick.

Right. Either of you two move,

she gets it.

g*nsh*t

LUCY SCREAMS

MUSIC: 'Nothing Is Easy' by Jethro Tull

PEGGY: Well done, Gina.

There you are, Constable Walker.

- Lucy's gonna be OK. - Thanks to you, Dr Trent.

Actually it doesn't have to be Dr Trent any more.

That's what I was going to tell you.

The divorce is through.

Really?!

That's great!

I must say, that all went off rather well. In the end.

Yes. Me and my nephew might set up in the trade on our own one day.

Mightn't we, David?

Oh, I think I'd rather let Mr Scripps take care of things,

to be honest.

I'd like a word with you, madam. About speeding.

In an hearse.

In a hearse?!

Don't talk daft.

I saw you, Mrs Armstrong.

Three times.

Well, we had a problem.

I didn't want to disappoint the family.

I'm sure we all agree, Constable, that as far as speeding's concerned,

it's better to be late in this world than early in the next.

- Quite. - I'm sure Mrs Armstrong

will keep that in mind in future.

Of course I will, young man.

Have a potted meat sandwich.

Thank you.

Oh, you're smiling, Oscar!

So you like the painting now, do you?

I'm smiling because I've just sold it.

Who to?

One of the relations is going back to Canada, he's bought it.

He said it reminds him of Yorkshire. Just gave me quid for it.

That's a nice little profit.

CHUCKLES Thanks, Jack.