15x19 - Great Expectations

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

MUSIC: 'Reflections Of My Life' by Marmalade

♪ The changing of sunlight

♪ To moonlight

HORN TOOTS

♪ Reflections of my life

HORN TOOTS

♪ Oh, how they fill my eyes... ♪

Hey, Colin, lad. This is a terrible day.

Aye, well, you know. He were a good age.

Well, not just that. This.

This shouldn't be happening, should it?

Everyone's saying the same, Mr Judd.

Father made his will. That's what we'll have to stick by.

PEGGY: Yeah, but for it all to be sold off,

when you've worked so hard.

Especially when half of it's got to go to his good-for-nothing brother

of his that never lifted a finger.

Poor fella, eh?

Come on, let's have a look round the auction.

And keep your eyes peeled for bargains.

And don't wave your hands about,

otherwise you'll end up with a tin bath and a mangle.

MUSIC: 'Born Under A Bad Sign' by Cream

Would you mind parking down there, please, sir? Sir?

♪ Born under a bad sign

♪ I've been down since I began to crawl

Oi! Oi!

♪ If it wasn't for bad luck

♪ I wouldn't have no luck at all...

Excuse me, sir.

You mind going where I said, at the end of this road down there?

Sorry, mate. Bit of a rush.

Yes, but you're blocking the way.

Look, son, I was born and bred on this farm.

I'll park where I like.

♪ If it wasn't for bad luck

♪ I wouldn't have no luck at all... ♪

Hey. That chap's parked his car in the path there

and he won't move it.

That's Andy Judd, Colin's long-lost brother from Australia.

You'll not get any sense out of him.

Ah! Pleased to see you.

- You made it, then! - Yeah.

Oh, I don't know. It's not really my sort of thing.

Oh, come on. The kids'll love it.

Yeah. OK.

See you later for the picnic, eh?

Oh, and get a catalogue. If there's any furniture you like,

we'll get it for the house.

- What? - Nothing!

See you in a bit.

Where are you selling the household items, mate?

Depends what it is, sir. Could be anywhere.

Right.

Oi!

You finally made it, then?

Yeah.

Sorry I missed the funeral. I couldn't get a ticket.

Least I made it today, though, eh?

Well, I could hardly miss this, could I?

years of family history under the hammer.

I'm surprised you dare show your face.

Yeah. Look, Col, I know the will was a bit of a shock and all...

Aye, it were.

It wasn't my fault, was it? Dad's the one who wrote it.

He'd promised t'farm to me. Promised it.

I'm losing everything I've ever worked for here.

More fool you for trusting the old rogue.

Should have got out, like I did.

Oh, aye, and broken Mother's heart all over again?

Look, Andy, you've done well for yourself.

Can't you just do the decent thing?

Oh, yeah? And what's that?

Let me have it.

LAUGHS

You're out of your mind.

What, you mean me give you my half?

Aye.

Listen, Col, I wanted to take back some keepsakes, you know?

Old photos and stuff like that.

You remember that old meat dish of Mum's?

You know, the one she used to bring out at Christmas every year?

- You remember? - I've no idea.

We just stuck all the junk in boxes.

Righty-ho.

Please, Andy.

Just think about what I said, will you?

Or at least, you know, at least let me keep enough to buy a cottage.

Get off.

- This looks like junk to me. - Shh!

Excuse me, sir, would you mind?

No-one's allowed to interfere with the lots once the auction's started.

No, no, that's all right. It's family stuff. I'm the seller.

- You're Mr Colin Judd? - No. I'm his brother, Andy.

Then I'm afraid you're not the seller.

Righty-ho. Well, what time do you think

the sale's going to start in here anyway?

or minutes. Now I really must ask you to leave the lots alone.

Hello, Andy.

- Ah, Bernie. - Oscar.

No Gina this morning then?

No, she's gone to the auction.

She's with Jack, of course.

She always is these days.

Yeah, I'm beginning to wonder what his motives are.

Mr and Mrs Taylor. We've booked for three nights.

Oh. Will you hang on a minute?

Right, let's see...

I sincerely hope there's been no mistake.

Oh, no. Here we are. Mr and Mrs Taylor, of course.

If you'd like to go through to the snug, I'll be with you in a minute.

Did Gina tell me about this? No, of course she didn't.

All she cares about these days is this art business!

And Jack.

Oh, aye. And Jack.

Ah, Mrs Taylor...

Listen, Debs, it's really good to see you again and everything,

but I'd better get inside.

Well, Andy, the feeling isn't mutual.

OK. Good. Erm, great. Well, if you'll just move, I'll...

- Not till I get an apology. - A what?

You heard.

Debbie, that was years ago.

And a promise.

Oh, for God's sake. Just move.

You messed up my life.

I messed up your life?

What about what you did to mine, eh? I had to go to Australia!

I've got a lovely new man and don't want you spoiling things.

He's a policeman. I don't want him to find out...

- Promise me. - Just get off.

Whoa! What's going on?

Look, stop. Just let me go.

- I've got to get to the sale, now. - Calm down. Calm down.

AUCTIONEER: So we move on to Lot , a box of bric-a-brac.

Who'll give me a pound to start, please? Give me a pound.

Make it ten shillings, then. Come on. Somebody must want this.

Five shillings, then. Give me five.

Don't keep me waiting. We haven't got all day. Five shillings.

Give me three, then. Anybody for three?

Thank you, sir. Three shillings.

Do we have four? Can we make it four shillings?

Four? Is it three, then? Three shillings.

Is it three for the last time?

Three shillings, to the gentleman there at the back. Thank you, sir.

- Your bidding number, please. - What?

AUCTIONEER: Well, a name will do.

Give him your name!

David Stockwell.

- And now we move on to Lot . - What?

You daft ha'porth. You've just bought that old box of rubbish.

AUCTIONEER: Are you bidding, Constable?

AUCTIONEER: So, ten shillings, was it?

DEBBIE: Let him go, Rob. Please.

Are you sure?

Yeah. It was just a silly argument.

What did you have to interfere for, you fool?

- Look, Debbie... - Leave me alone, please.

It was nothing, really.

AUCTIONEER: Singer sewing machine, one careful lady owner, a pound.

Thank you, madam. £.s, sir? Thank you very much.

£.s. Do I have £.s?

- What lot is this? - Shh!

- Which lot is this? - .

AUCTIONEER: Two? Thank you, madam. £.s?

Great. I haven't got enough money for a flipping ice cream now.

Here you are, David.

Oh, no, no, I couldn't.

David, I'm offering to buy the box off you.

Go on. There was a vase in it she quite liked.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure. Here you are.

Oh, here comes Aunt Peggy. That's great.

Thanks. Hey, you won't tell her, will you?

Just I'll never hear the end of it.

No, we won't.

- What's the big joke? - Oh!

GINA: Nothing, Peg.

- Why have we got to go now? - Because we just have.

Now get in.

Hell's bells, Mum, what's got into you?

Nothing, and mind your language.

Debbie! There you are.

I just wanted to make sure you were all right.

I'm fine, really.

Don't say anything to Phil about what happened, will you?

It really wasn't that important, and you know how he worries.

Please?

- If that's what you want. - Thank you.

MUSIC: 'One More Heartache' by Marvin Gaye

♪ Oh, one more heartache

♪ I can't take it

BRAKES SQUEAL

JANE: Mum! Mum!

♪ One more heartache I can't take it... ♪

Look, all I'm asking for is the name of the person that bought it.

I'm afraid it's not our policy to give out that sort of detail, sir.

Now, if you wouldn't mind just moving out of the way?

Right! If that's how you're gonna be, I'll fetch the police.

You do that.

I'm going to go and see Debbie. She was acting very strangely.

- Are you going now? - Yeah.

Oh, and don't say anything to Phil about it all.

She was adamant about that.

All right. See you later.

PHIL: Yes, Mr Judd. What now?

I need your help in the auctioneer's tent.

Well, I'm pretty busy at the moment.

Can you tell me what it's about?

Right. Some things have been sold at the sale

that shouldn't have been sold.

OK? Family things.

Now, I was going to try and... ENGINE ROARS

I was going to try and buy them back,

but because of that business by the tea van, I missed the sale.

Now, I've tried asking for the name of the person who bought it, but...

ENGINE ROARS

...the auctioneer won't give me their names, point blank.

What I need, Constable, is one of your lot

to come down there and talk some sense into them.

Look, if you have a problem with the sale, you need a solicitor, not me.

So you're not going to help me?

- It's not a police matter. - Huh!

What is wrong with this country? Eh?

You lot used to bend over backwards to oblige! Now look at you!

Well, he hasn't changed, has he?

Hello, Jane. Is Mum in?

She's gone to the shops.

Oh.

Right. Er, well, perhaps I could wait for her?

Well, I don't know how long she's going to be.

Right. Well, tell her I called, will you?

Sorry, Oscar. There was just so much to see, wasn't there, Jack?

Yeah, there was some interesting stuff.

- JACK: Mainly Victorian. - Oh, aye?

Including this.

- This? - Yeah.

- Well, it's rubbish. - I know. Trust me, eh?

But I quite liked the look of this.

What about this? This is really something.

Good heavens.

Look at the work on it. This ornate pattern at the edge.

Well, it's hideous.

Er, I don't think so. I think it's...

It's absolutely hideous.

I'm sorry, I think it's rather handsome.

It's the sort of thing you'd find in a boarding house in Redcar.

OK, Oscar. You've made your point.

I'll take it back out to the car, out of harm's way...

seeing as it arouses such passions.

Just cos we're a bit late back, no need to take it out on poor Jack.

I'm merely expressing an opinion.

'Ey, our David's going to be that pleased to see you, Prince!

Oh, that's it. Go on. Off you go. That's it.

Listen, Col.

I need you to do a favour for me. OK?

I need you to find out who bought Lot number .

Now, for some reason the auctioneer won't tell me. I don't know why.

- Are you listening? - Aye.

It's just that Lot 's got all Mum's letters in it.

- Mum's letters? - Yeah. I want them.

You left home without a word.

- You never even said goodbye. - I had to.

Taking her jewellery with you.

I needed the money.

You're not fit to mention her name, Andy.

That's a no, then.

MUSIC: 'Lonesome Traveller' by Lonnie Donegan

♪ I've travelled in the mountain travelled down in the valley...

CAR HORNS BEEPING

♪ Travelled down in the valley...

Come on, Prince. Come on. Sorry.

Come on.

♪ I'm just a-travelling home

HORNS BLARE

♪ I'm a lonely and a lonesome traveller

♪ I'm just a lonely and a lonesome traveller

♪ I'm just a lonely and a lonesome traveller

♪ I'm travelling home

♪ Well, I've travelled with the rich I travelled with the poor... ♪

Whoa, Prince!

Whoa! Good boy. There we are.

We're really getting to know each other now.

Hello, Oscar. Hey.

I've got an offer for you that you cannot turn down.

- Oh, really? - It's a business deal.

- I don't think so. - No.

No, listen.

Sightseeing tours.

You advertise to your guests, I take 'em in this, and we both...

Definitely not!

Pony and trap for hire!

See the local sights! Travel the countryside

the old-fashioned way!

TV PLAYING QUIETLY

Debbie? Oh, hi, g*ng.

- Where's Mum? - Upstairs.

Why did you leave? Why didn't...

- Debbie? - Mm...

Sorry, Phil. I'm a bit...

What's happened? What's the matter?

Mm...

MUSIC: 'Symphony No. , Adagietto' by Gustav Mahler

Come and look at this.

What?

It's solid silver.

But the hallmark, I can't find it anywhere in the book.

MUSIC: 'Medicated Goo' by Traffic

♪ Pretty Polly Paulson what's wrong with you?

♪ Your body's kinda weak

♪ Can you think of something we can do?

♪ Good golly, Polly..

Oh, Sgt Miller. Phil's not here. He's gone to work.

It's you I came to see, Mrs Bellamy.

Oh, yes?

Were you driving your husband's car yesterday?

You mean the police car?

No, Mrs Bellamy, I mean that one there.

I might have been.

In which case I need to take some details from you.

- YOUNGER: Can I help you, sir? - Who's your senior man, mate?

Sergeant Miller. But he's not in.

- OK. I'll wait, then. - ROB: Mr Judd?

If it's about that box of stuff you wanted to buy,

I told you yesterday, it's not a police matter.

Even if I lodge an official complaint?

When a lot's sold, it's sold.

And there's nothing we can say to alter that. I'm sorry.

Right. Look, I've been asking around, OK?

Apparently the person that bought it, bought it by mistake.

So I could relieve them of that, do 'em a good turn...

Oh, that lot.

- The one that David bought. - Who?

David Stockwell. I was standing there next to him.

- He sort of did that... - Thanks, pal.

Now look what you've done.

What?

Bellamy, my office, now!

- Oh, dear. - What?

We had a complaint earlier,

about a drunken driver.

A woman driving a car with Phil's registration number.

It was a one-off, Sarge, I promise.

All right, Bellamy. Calm down.

Well, she hardly drinks at all, usually,

but she'd put a bottle of wine in for the picnic,

not that I was gonna drink any, of course.

I should think not, on duty!

Yes. Erm, which is probably why she had a go at it in the first place,

you know, erm, just drank too much, and...

I'll make sure she doesn't do it again.

All right. All right. There's nothing I can do about it anyway.

Sorry?

I went to interview her this morning,

but I couldn't test her, because she'd had another drink.

What, today?

Hair of the dog, she said.

Oh, no.

The silly girl.

Not so silly, Bellamy, because it means we can't proceed.

But regardless of whether it was a one-off,

I cannot have the wife of an officer driving around under the influence.

Understood?

Yes, Sarge.

It won't happen again, I promise.

Make sure it doesn't.

PEGGY: 'Ey, that's lovely, David.

Mr and Mrs Taylor will be impressed.

Here you are. Put that in your pocket for later.

Sugar lumps?

Oh, just in case, you know.

David Stockwell?

- Yeah? - That's all yours, mate.

For the box of bric-a-brac.

Erm, what?

The lot that you bought at the sale by mistake.

You bought a lot by mistake?!

- Erm... - After what I told you?

How did you manage that?

- I don't know! - Well, what did you buy?

I don't know. A lot of old plates and stuff.

LAUGHS

You daft...!

We've come for our guided tour.

Oh, yes. Of course. Mr and Mrs Taylor.

David is ready for you.

Old plates and stuff! Oh, dear, oh...!

Come on, big fella!

- The box. - Oh, I sold it to Gina.

Gina who?

- OSCAR: Gina? - Yes, mate. Gina.

She's not in, I'm afraid. Never is these days.

Well, maybe you can help me.

She bought a box of gear after yesterday's sale,

off a guy called David.

Oh, aye. That box of rubbish.

Why people want to collect junk like that beats me.

No, she took it up to Jack Hollins' place, I think.

- Jack Hollins? - Yeah, best place for it.

About ,. It's Georgian, apparently, and unique.

- What, ,? - That's what the man said.

GASPS , pounds?

GASPS AND CHUCKLES

It'll be all right in there for the time being.

Mind you, it might be best to keep it in the bank.

Yeah.

And you'll have to insure it of course.

Yeah. Yeah, I will.

£, is a heck of a lot of money.

- You could get a house for that. - Yeah!

Oh my God, I could, couldn't I, Jack?

Yeah. Or, if I sold this place, and we pooled our resources,

we could get somewhere really fantastic with a studio.

And we'd be free to live anywhere we liked.

Just get me back to the pub, will you, Jack?

I've never had money before. I just need to let it sink in.

Can we stop off at Rob's on the way?

Why?

I need to check something.

Oh, sorry to call you out.

No, I'm glad you did.

You still seem a bit shaken up.

Do you want to talk to me about it?

You'll hear anyway, I suppose.

Oh, Helen, I've been such a fool!

Tell me.

I've been reported for drink-driving.

Yesterday, after the sale?

I'm so ashamed.

Well, you'd had a nasty experience.

- Obviously, seeing Mr Judd... - I don't want to talk about it.

All right. Does Phil know?

He must do, mustn't he? Sergeant Miller's been round.

I didn't have much, Helen, honestly.

It was on an empty stomach. It must have gone straight to my head.

- , pounds? - I've rung Sotheby's,

and it could go for a lot more.

- Well, where is it now? - At my place.

And you bought this at the sale?

No, David bought it at the sale. I bought it off him.

Well, no wonder Andy Judd's in such a flap about it!

I mean, that's about four years' salary for me.

What I couldn't do with that! Could go on holiday.

- Get a new bike... - Oh, shurrup, Rob.

You're as bad as him.

Look, what I need to know is is it really mine? Legally?

Well, yeah, it has to be. If you bought it off David,

and he bought it at the auction.

And the fact that no-one knew how valuable it was...

- Apart from Andy Judd. - Yeah. OK. Apart from him.

But it makes no difference?

No. I don't see why it would.

But I only paid David three shillings for it.

MUSIC: 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice' by Paul Dukas

Can't you get it to hurry up? We'll be hours at this rate.

Quite apart from the fact I still can't see where we are.

Just show us where we are on the map.

Erm...

This road does lead to the waterfall, I take it?

- Er... - Don't tell me you're lost.

- No. - He is. He's lost.

I'm not.

I'm just not entirely sure that this is the right road, that's all.

I thought you said this was a shortcut.

Yeah, well, it's not.

I think we'd better go straight back to Aidensfield, don't you?

Hey! It's over there!

That... that's the way to Aidensfield.

Aidensfield is that way!

MUSIC: 'The Rise And Fall Of Flingel Bunt' by The Shadows

Whoa! Prince!

Whoa, boy!

Stop!

Whoa!

Prince!

We could ask at that house for help.

Yes. Get them to call a taxi.

Stop!

Do something, Derek! For goodness' sake!

- pounds?! - I know.

- That old thing? - Mad, isn't it?

Not really. You see,

it's the work of a Georgian silversmith called Josiah...

What are you going to do with it?

I don't know. I'm still in shock.

I know what I'd do with it. Start my own business.

- Oh, yes? - Yeah, alongside the garage.

Agricultural machinery. Repairs and sales.

- Oh, it would be great. - I'd go round the world.

Around the world? You?

- Why not me? - Bernie, you can't bear to be away.

- You'd be back within a week. - No, I wouldn't.

I always rather fancied China.

LAUGHS

What?

Yes, well, anyway, this is all idle speculation.

- Gina's the one who's got it. - Got what?

pounds.

The plate in my box of bric-a-brac. That's what it's worth.

I knew it was a fine piece as soon as I saw it.

But I didn't realise it was that rare. It's Georgian...

And according to Rob,

Andy Judd's been frantically trying to get hold of it.

So he knew, and he's been trying to diddle his brother out of...

- Oh, dear. - What?

I think I just told him where it is.

What?!

I told him it was up at your place.

Oh, for...!

MUSIC: 'Rhythm and Greens' by The Shadows

That's Andy Judd's car.

Gina, if we follow him, you go and check out the house.

Right.

If the plate's gone, call the police.

Right. Now perhaps you can turn him round.

How about pushing from behind?

- OSCAR: Which way did he go? - What?

JACK: The car, you fool. The one in front.

He went down there.

Wait! Wait a minute! Stop!

CLANGING

OSCAR: Andy! Come on! Don't be an idiot!

Open the door!

Oh, dear.

SIGHS

The plate was in there.

Bang goes my windfall, eh?

- What's going on, Andy? - No, nothing.

Just thought I'd, er, pop back

to the old place one last time, you know.

- What are you doing? - Same thing.

Right.

Right, well, I'll, erm, I'll leave you to it, then.

Is that the thing you were asking about, is it?

- What? - That.

Mother's old meat plate.

Oh, that. Yeah. I found it in the end.

Why did you want it?

I told you. As a keepsake.

SCOFFS I don't believe you.

- Is it worth summat? Is that it? - Don't be daft.

It is, isn't it?

- No. - You're lying, Andy.

MUSIC: 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice' by Paul Dukas

MR TAYLOR: Rosemary? What are you doing?

Going home on foot, of course.

Something I should have done ages ago.

MR TAYLOR: Come back. It's miles.

I don't care.

If you don't think of something soon, young man...!

Do that again!

Come on, Rosemary. Up you come.

Never mind your shoes.

Come on! Let us out!

Come on, Jack. It's pointless.

We heard his car leave five minutes ago.

He can't leave us here like this. What's he playing at?

I wonder if there's another way out of here?

There isn't. Anyone can see that.

Well, there's nothing for it. We'll just have to...

sit and wait.

Wait? For what? For him to come back?

Somebody will notice we're missing.

They'll come looking for us and they'll find my car outside.

How? How will they ever find your car?

I don't suppose anybody will come up here now they've sold it.

SIGHS

When do the new people move in?

Mm. Next month.

Next month? We'll be dead by then.

Oi! Give it to me!

You're not having it.

It's obviously worth summat. I want to know how much.

Well. We may not know where we are,

but it certainly is quite scenic.

STARTLED PHEASANT CALL

MUSIC: 'Wild Thing' by The Troggs

Whoa! Come on! Whoa!

♪ Wild thing

♪ You make my heart sing

♪ C'mon, c'mon, wild thing

♪ Shake it, shake it wild thing... ♪

I think I've k*lled him, Mr Walker.

I didn't mean to. I swear I didn't.

So, Jack. Why don't you tell me about Gina

and this, er, art business?

I can't make polite conversation.

- Not at a time like this. - Oh.

Right, we'll just sit in silence, then.

OK.

Gina and this art business.

What is there to say?

She joined my art class and loved it.

Well, is she good?

She's very keen.

Does she have talent?

- I think so, yes. - But you're not sure.

So why are you encouraging her?

- Meaning? - Oh, come on, Jack.

She's a lovely girl. You're a single man.

- She's also half your age. - Here we go.

You know what I think?

I think you're encouraging her in this ridiculous painting lark

simply to get her on your arm. Isn't that right?

No, it isn't.

Look.

I happen to think that Gina could do a lot more with her life.

She's too good to be standing behind a bar forever.

Maybe this £, will help her to get out of Aidensfield.

Who knows?

As for myself, she's been like a breath of fresh air in my life.

So, yes, I want her on my arm, as you put it.

Because I really care for her.

Can't you do something?

MR TAYLOR: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Oh! - That was fantastic!

POUNDING OSCAR: Let us out!

OSCAR: We're in here!

OSCAR: Let us out!

- Mr Blaketon! - Yeah, very observant, David.

It's the man from our B&B!

Oh, what on Earth's that lad playing at?

Should've had 'em back here by one.

Well, I did warn you.

All right, Bernie. All right.

Pony ever only goes where it wants to.

David won't be able to do a thing with it.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

They'll be gone for days. Weeks, even.

Where's my pony and trap?!

Right. I've got all that.

I want the man prosecuted.

Yeah. Well, I'll pass it on to Sergeant Miller.

- He locked us up. He imprisoned us. - Yes.

As I say, Jack, I'll tell Sergeant Miller in the morning.

Got a wife and kids to get back to.

- Night, all. - ALL: Night.

£,, though.

What me and Debbie couldn't do with that.

Lucky old girl, Gina.

See you now.

Except I haven't got it anymore, have I?

Oh, you'll get it back soon enough, Gina.

Apparently Colin handed it over to Rob without a qualm.

- Yeah, but... - What?

I don't understand. Wasn't it his first anyway?

No. It belonged to the family.

That's why it had to go into the auction.

You bought it and sold it on to Gina.

Yeah. And I've been thinking.

I should really share it with you, David, shouldn't I?

Oh, no. I don't want it.

It came from the farm.

Mr Judd didn't know what it was worth, anyway.

Anyway, it's not mine.

Mrs Armstrong. Just the woman we want to see.

All right. All right. I know today's been a bit unfortunate.

Unfortunate! It was a shambles.

Yeah, well, that's the countryside for you, in't it?

I mean, things can go wrong.

And you never know with animals, cos they're unpredictable.

I mean, that's all part of the fun.

So I'm sorry, but I can't give you your money back.

We don't want it back. We want to thank you.

It was the best day of our holiday.

That gallop to the farm, the scenery...

Finding those people in the shed. Well, that was just...

Extraordinary is the word you're looking for, dear.

Well, of course.

I mean, that's all true.

I do like to give my customers a special experience.

And we got it. We'll be able to dine out on this all winter.

I could have you in court for this.

I'm sorry.

You could have k*lled me.

ROB: All right, Mr Judd. That's enough.

Colin just wanted to apologise.

Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea.

If you'd wait outside while I take a statement?

Statement? What about?

Well, for a start, your brother's attack on you.

Nah. No, I'm not pressing charges.

- You're not? - No.

It was a serious as*ault.

Yeah, I dare say it was

but I'd rather let it drop if that's the same.

I can't get involved in a court case now or I'll never get out of here.

Quite frankly, that's all I want to do.

Get the heck out of this place and back home to Australia.

So cheers, Col. I'm letting you off the hook.

Well, you might not be going home for quite a while anyway.

If Jack Hollins decides to prosecute.

Go on.

You could be looking at a number of charges.

Burglary, theft of a valuable silver plate, imprisonment.

It doesn't look too good, I'm afraid.

So where did you put the family heirloom?

You what?

If you mean the plate, I've got it.

Heirloom?

SIGHS

- So it were worth summat. - Yeah.

Boy, was that extra cash gonna come in handy.

How much?

Well... a lot.

, pounds.

, pounds?

You were gonna steal £, from under my nose?

I didn't know how much exactly.

I managed to dig a picture out of a book on Georgian silver.

Figured it might be worth a fair bit.

How long have you known about this?

It came back to me when Dad died.

It was something Grandma said once.

Didn't think much of it at the time.

So you were planning to do me out of it

and slink off with it back to Australia?

OK, OK. Keep your hat on.

Half of it's mine by rights.

Well, you're not having it. Not after all this.

All right. Look, it doesn't actually belong to either of you.

It was sold at the sale.

And don't blame me for trying to nick it either.

That's the way it's always been between me and you, hasn't it, eh?

I've always had to fight my corner or I got nothing.

You what?

Yeah, you had it all.

The big strong one.

The one who could do everything around the farm.

Dad's little helper. Dad's favourite.

- Never! - Yeah.

And I was the odd one out.

The black sheep.

I had to take what I could when I could.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, like you just took Mum's jewellery?

LAUGHS Wait.

That wasn't for me. That was for a girl.

I... I got her into trouble.

Don't look at me like that.

You had to pay a lot of money in those days

to get a thing like that sorted.

Sorted? Is that what you call it?

I'll wait outside if you don't mind.

He'd better not upset me like that again...

or I might press charges after all.

Actually, Nurse, if you wouldn't mind leaving them?

He might be needing them.

She's all right, though. The girl, I mean.

Yeah, I made sure of that.

Done good for herself. Apparently she's married a copper.

Hey, it wasn't you, was it?

I'm just so embarrassed, Phil.

Don't be silly. It's not that bad.

Well, letting you down like that.

And Miller coming round and everything.

Come on, we all do embarrassing things.

It will never happen again, I promise.

For a start, I never want another hangover like that.

It was just awful.

That's because you're not used to drinking.

I know. And I won't make that mistake again.

Me and alcohol, we're finished.

Good.

Listen, er...

What was it that upset you in the first place?

What?

Well, you said you drank because you had a shock.

Oh. That.

Nothing.

Just a face from the past, that's all.

The important thing is you and me.

Not some silly thing that happened years ago.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You've heard about the drink-driving, I suppose?

Yeah.

It was that chap turning up. Andy Judd.

She wouldn't say why, though.

Just as well, I think.

Anyway, he's done a runner.

Andy?

Yeah. From his hospital bed.

You're going after him, then?

Yeah.

Rob?

Let's just say I didn't report it all that quickly.

Oh?

If he's forced to stay in this country,

he'll be bad news all round.

He'll take Colin to court for that attack and make trouble for Debbie.

So you're giving him a head start?

I like to call it flexible policing.

Come on. Let's get that thing back to Gina.

DAVID: You just wouldn't think it was worth that much, would you?

I know. I mean, after his mum died, Colin kept it in his workshop.

What would you do with it if it was yours, Mr Blaketon?

- I have no idea. - ROSIE: Sell it, of course.

Think of all that lovely money.

Money doesn't make the world go round, Rosie.

Yeah, but it certainly helps.

PEGGY: You... you want Prince back?

Well, he were an old pal. I miss him.

You have him, then, love.

Free and gratis.

Ah.

Peg, that's really generous.

Yes. Well, I can be generous,

David, sometimes, believe it or not.

Especially when it's summat that's no earthly use.

GINA: Sorry to interrupt.

It's all yours.

- JACK: Gina! - I can't keep it, Jack.

David was right. I got it under false pretences.

But you could have bought a...

I don't want to hear any more

about what I could or couldn't have bought.

Take it, Colin.

Go on.

This is crazy.

You can't give away £,.

I'm not giving it away. It's not mine. It belongs to his family.

Well, at the very least, you could consult David.

- He was the one who bought it. - What?!

He bought it in the sale and sold it for three shillings.

You bought a load of old rubbish

worth four thousand pound,

and you sold it for three shillings?!

Yeah.

Oscar?

I think I'm going to need a very large brandy.