07x23 - Heroes And Villains

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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: 'Stranger on the Shore' by Acker Bilk

PHONE RINGS Damn!

Argh!

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

MUSIC: 'In the Mood' by Syd Lawrence and His Orchestra

What do you want to be when you die?

DOG GRUMBLES

How do you mean?

Buried or burned?



- What's best?

- I don't know. It's your choice.

Is it?

I heard some woman talking about it.



- When do I have to say?

- Soon as you like.

Now, new members find this hole a bit tricky.

You have to carry that mound?

Aye, it's a par four, yards to the pin.

But you won't see where your drive ends

cos there's a blind area over the mound.

Now, you see that silver birch? The second one.

If you aim just to the left of that, you should be all right.

It's difficult enough when you can see where you're heading.

CHUCKLES

Just follow my line.

Here we go.

Find it!

Good girl.

Mr Sefton?

Mr Sefton?

It's mine.

Yes.

So, where's mine?

PHONE RINGS

PC Bradley.

Right. Right, I'm on my way.

Your drive looked as straight as mine. Amazing.

Isn't it just?

SOFT MUSIC

DOG GROWLS

I'll have to drop one.

He's on the floor in the kitchen.

Right. Stand back.

Yeah. All right!

Look, erm, find me a cushion.

Mr Sefton? Mr Sefton?

MR SEFTON GROANS

PC Mike Bradley.

An ambulance is on its way.

My leg... and my ribs...

Shh, shh. Don't try to talk. It'll be all right.

Here, rest your head on this.



- Oh.

- There you go.

Thank you, Constable. I'm obliged.

Buried or burned. Is that the only choice?

I suppose you could be buried at sea.

You wouldn't have to be measured for that.



- What's going on here?

- Dunno.

What's up with him?

He's had a fall.



- Was he pushed?

- No.



- So why are you here?

- Because I had to get in to him.

Did you break the window?

Questions, questions. Come on, lads. Off you go.



- Will he be all right?

- Yeah, yeah. He'll be fine.

Now come on, show's over. Hop it.

CLAUDE: Coming!

Oh, not you two again.

All right. Come in. Shut the door.

I hope they've got no cuts on 'em.

Bring 'em in here.

Stick 'em on there.

How many you got?

Tuppence each.

I can do you a better deal than that. Come here.

I've got some really good stuff in here.

There, look at that. It's like an Aladdin's cave, in't it?

I tell you, you can have any one thing you like as a swap.

Cash only.

I thought you were partners. Don't he have a say in this?

He says cash only.

Hey, j

-j

-just a minute. Hey, look at this. Look.

I mean, that were used by Geoffrey Boycott.



- When?

- Last time he played for England.



- It's got woodworm.

- Well, of course it has.

Otherwise, he'd still be using it, wouldn't he?

Cash only.

You're money

-mad.

BELL DINGS



- Shop!

- Oh, hello, Sarge.

Funny how you can always hear the call of the tea caddy.

Give him a mug.

Thanks, but I'm not here on a social visit, Ventress.

Oh.

You've heard of the Bermuda Triangle, have you?

An area where ships and planes go mysteriously missing?

Oh, yes.

It appears we've got the same problem at the golf club.

Eh?

Not planes, Ventress. Balls. Golf balls.

Systematic theft of dozens of them every week

from the th and th fairways.

And in both cases, the players tee off into a blind area.

And you think somebody's waiting to snaffle them?

I don't think, Bellamy. I know.

And the club captain has asked me to do summat about it,

to use my influence.

Influence?

Yes, Ventress.

So, what do you want us to do about it?

Well, a stop

-and

-search patrol in the vicinity of the golf course

wouldn't come amiss.

We can't go asking ramblers and such like to empty their pockets.

Oh, we've got better things to do than that.

My successor here won't appreciate your attitude, Ventress,

not if what I've heard this afternoon is true.

Wh

-wh

-what's that?

That's for me to know and for you to whittle about.

You know who's coming?

Well, I dare say he'll call on me to mark his card about certain things.

And certain people.

You're not threatening us, are you, Oscar?

Certainly not.

Would I do a thing like that?

So, I'll tell the club captain that everything is in hand, shall I?

Good. Carry on.

Estimated time of arrival...

early next week.

- Yes.

Your blood pressure's a little high.

You're still sure you want a home delivery?



- Positive.

- OK.

I'll leave a note for Nurse Bolton to keep a special eye on you.

Seems a shame not to have a game now we've gone to this trouble.

Oh, dab hand with a Mashie Niblick, are we?

Well, er...

Well, forget it. We're here to recover balls not lose more.

SOFT MUSIC

DOG BARKS

Think he was having us on about the new sergeant?

More than likely.

Well, whoever it is, he can't be worse than Blaketon, can he?

Well, it's hard to say.

GOLF BALL HIT

Have a look.

There's a ball on the fairway now.

Anything doing?

No.

Oh, hang on. Look at this!

TENSE MUSIC

Where did he come from? Run!

I'm not going again.

Don't be such a girl. We've nearly got enough for a record player now.

I don't even want a record player!

You want to stick wi' me or go wi' the little kids?



- Stick with you.

- Then give over grizzling.

Come on.

Where are you going?

Come on.

What are you doing?

Nobody's in. Come on.

MUSIC: 'We Gotta Get Out of This Place' by The Animals

♪ In this dirty old part of the city

Look for money!

♪ People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'

Go on, stupid! In there!

♪ Now my girl you're so young and pretty

♪ And one thing I know is true

♪ You'll be dead before your time is due, I know

♪ Watch my daddy in bed a

-dyin'

♪ Watched his hair been turnin' grey

♪ He's been workin' and slavin' his life away

What you playing at? Look behind them books.

♪ (Yeah)

♪ He's been workin' so hard (yeah)

Not like that. Like this!

You look in there. I'm going upstairs.

♪ We gotta get outta this place

♪ If it's the last thing we ever do... ♪

PHIL: Something to tell Blaketon, at least.

Oh, yes. The suspect was of medium build, white,

light brown patches and a wet nose.

A result of sorts, Alf.

♪ We gotta get outta this place

♪ If it's the last thing we ever do

♪ We gotta get outta this place

♪ Girl, there's a better life for me and you

♪ Somewhere, baby

♪ Somehow I know it, baby

♪ We gotta get outta this place

♪ If it's the last thing we ever do

RAPID FOOTSTEPS

Got some. About four quid. Let's go.

♪ Believe me, baby

♪ I know it, baby

♪ You know it, too ♪

Mr Sefton.

Mr Sefton. Er, Mike Bradley. I was at your house yesterday.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Stark man, thank you.

Pleased to help.



- How are you?

- Oh, I'll live, so they tell me.

Good, good.

Yesterday, I had to break a window to get into your house.

Yes, of course.

But I've had it replaced and secured the house.

Is there anyone you'd like me to leave the keys with?



- A friend or relative?

- No.

I only have a cousin on the south coast.

You could leave them here if you want to.

WINCES

Ooh, look at these bags!

A British Rail porter couldn't lift 'em.



- What's up now?

- My face.

Is that all?

You don't look at it 'til you've had a few to drink.

You've got nowt to worry about, then, have you?

MAL: Where's my fags?

Do you think I need summat round my neck, Mal?

Yeah, I do. And I shall put it there and all if you don't get a move on.



- Where did you nick this from?

- Get off! Give it here!



- You've nowt to play it on, stupid.

- I will have.

Oh?



- Who's been giving him money?

- Not me, so don't start.

I had in here.



- I never touched 'em.

- Not many. Come on, give!



- I never touched 'em!

- Oh, leave him alone.

I'll get you some more down t'pub.

You want to sort these thieving ratbags out, Doreen!

Hark at the ladle calling the spoon mucky!

Right. Get you and Stu some tea.

Thanks.

Hey.

Mum!

Right.

Mwah! See you in t'morning.

Bye!

I'll have you.

CHATTER ON TV

Is your husband going to be looking after him?

He can't. We've no help at the moment.

He's going to stay with his grandma at the seaside

for a couple of weeks.

Ooh, some sea and sand. That'll be fun, won't it, Andrew?

He says he's not coming back if it's a girl.

MAGGIE CHUCKLES

SOFT MUSIC

Right, I want you with your feet up listening to the radio

for the next week.

- I have done this before, you know.

Dr Bolton doesn't nag.

Ah, yes, well, you see it's all part of my service.

Bye, Andrew, have fun at your grandma's.



- Bye, Joan.

- Bye.

OMINOUS MUSIC

SOFT MUSIC

Have you lost someone?

No.

You looked as if you had.

My mam's in the next ward.

She's got too many visitors, like.

Lucky mum. How is she?

Seems all right.

Good. What's your name, young man?

Stuart. Stewpot to my mates.

CHUCKLES Naturally.

Is it all right if I stay here?

Be my guest. Take a seat.

Have you got a nickname?

Once, yes.

Long time ago since anyone used it.



- Horse.

- Horse?

My initials, GG Sefton.

Crazy Horse, they often called me.

That's a magic nickname.

I suppose I was a bit mad.

Why? What sort of things did you do?

Oh... long time ago. I forget.

You forgot?

Old man's privilege.

They gave me the name in France.

, when I was flying.

Flying what?

Oh, any old thing that would leave the ground.

Fighter planes? Scouts, Camels?

So you're interested in that sort of thing?

Yeah. What were it like up there?

I don't remember.

Bad things happen in a w*r, Stuart.

People get k*lled?

Yes. And those that don't...

...something dies anyway.

You'd better go. Your mother will be wondering.

Can I come and see you again?

Yes, if it's all right with Mum.

Let him go, Mal! Let him go!

He must have been nicking cash from my pockets for weeks!



- I never!

- Tell him how you got it, Trev!



- Golf balling.

- You what?

We find lost golf balls and sell them to Greengrass.

There's nearly six quid there!



- Hey, just stop it!

- MAL: Get off.

Listen, wat's yours is mine and don't you forget it.



- That's not fair! It's mine!

- Get off!



- Get him over here, Doreen!

- Let go!

Get over here! He's nowt but a thieving ratbag!

ALL SHOUTING

DOOR SLAMS

SHOUTING IN DISTANCE

VEHICLE APPROACHING

Morning, Claude. How's tricks?

Malcolm, what are you doing here?

Doreen's lads say they've been doing a bit of business with you.

Well, if you've come looking for a cut out on it,

you've come to the wrong bloke.

All right. Hold on, hold on. It's summat else.

Has Doreen's youngest been trying to sell you this?

No. Why? Has he said he has?

He's saying nowt. What's it worth?

Well, it's a bog standard First World w*r, innit?

Next to nowt, really.

What do you think I should do wi' it?

You don't half take chances.

Use it as a weight on your fishing line.

Hang on, let's have another look.

SIGHS

If you want to get rid of it, I'll give you a couple of bob for it.

You what?

Well, I know a bloke who dabbles in medals.

There might be about a tanner profit in it, no more.

Hey! I'm not a kid looking for pocket money.

All right. Suit yourself.

But... who is this bloke who dabbles?

I'll go and get his number for you, but I don't think you'll get much.

CHICKENS CLUCKING

DIALS

Maggie? Joan Sayers. I've started.



- Who give it you?

- He did.

Let's look. Come on. Give it here.

You can see it from there.

Hey, get off!

Give it us back or else!

Hey, hey! Come on. Hold your horses.



- He's nicked my photo!

- I was only looking!

Break it up. Now, is this his?

I was only looking.

Right, come on. Give it here. Now on your way.

SIGHS



- Someone you know?

- Yeah.



- Who?

- My grandad.



- A flier, eh?

- th Squadron, France .

He shot down enemy planes.

A real ace. That's some sh**ting, isn't it?

Yeah. I want to fly the same.

All right, then. Go on. Put it somewhere safe.

SOFT MUSIC

Joan?



- Joan?

- Upstairs!

Hello.

How far apart are the contractions?

Five minutes or so.

Well, shouldn't be too long, then.

Come on, let's make you comfortable.

It's a Military Cross for gallantry.

Yeah?

Well... yeah. Worth a bit?

Worth a lot to the man who earned it.

Of course. And his family.

They've asked me to sell it for him. He's dead, see.



- What do you say?

- I'll need a little time.

If you could leave your number, I'll be in touch.

Ashfordly Police?

I've got quite a lot in stock,

so I hope you're not thinking of fancy prices.

What do you want for 'em?

That dummy.

That dummy for six balls? You've got to be joking. I want at least .

Six.

You're not listening to me, son. I want .

Six.

.



- Five.

- Five?



- Five?!

- Five? But you just said six!



- Six?

- Yeah.

Done.

I think I have been.

Give a dog a bad name, and whenever there's trouble

you just come sniffing round the same old lamppost.

Save your breath, Doreen.

All over some mucky medal.

How did you come by it, Mal?

Our information is you were selling it for a man's family. Who are they?

If they'd reported it missing, you'd know.

VENTRESS: I'm asking him!

It's my business and I'm saying nowt.

DOREEN: You heard.

Now the door's there,

so why don't the both of you just get on t'other side of it?

JOAN GROANING

Come on, keep panting, Joan.

RAPID PANTING

Faster. Go on. Keep it going.

That's it. Good girl.

Take some gas and air.

BREATHES DEEPLY

JOAN: Is it all right?

Yes, fine.

What is it?

Nothing for you to be worried about.

But just to be on the safe side, I'm going to call Dr Bolton.

WATER RUNNING

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Neil. It's Maggie.

I'm at the Sayers' farm. Joan's in labour.

Contractions are regular but she's not making enough progress.



- How's the baby's heart rate?

- It's dropped.

I'll be right over.

Hello. You're here again.

What's this?

My mum said to bring them.

Oh. You'd better come and sit down, then.



- What have you been up to?

- Nothing much.



- Still on half term?

- Yeah.

Tell me some more about the w*r.

CHUCKLES

You want me to sing for my supper.

Isn't there something else we could talk about?

Were you an ace?

Oh, that's a silly comic

-book word.

This looks like a jolly good biscuit.

Hmm. CRUNCHING

Dr Bolton's here.

The head's out but the cord's round the neck.

I can't get a big enough loop to untangle it.

Give her a shot of ergometrine.

Hello, Joan. We'll have this sorted out in no time.

OK, Maggie's going to give you a little injection.

What for?

Just to reduce the possibility of haemorrhaging.

We don't want the cord to tear.

Is the baby all right?

It's fine, Joan.

I'm going to clamp off and divide the cord.

Should I try and guess how many Germans you shot down?

No.

There's no need to guess.

.



- Do you remember them?

- No.

Not even one?

Well, perhaps one.

Go on.

He came from nowhere, in a steep dive out of the sun.

Tried to machine g*n me from the rear.



- What did you do?

- Turned sharp left, what else?



- Then what?

- He followed me in a mad circle.

Me trying to get behind him, him trying to get behind me.



- How close were you?

- If it hadn't been for the helmet,

I'd have seen him clearly.

Was he an ace... a t

-top man?

No. Brave, not top man.



- How did you know?

- The way he handled his plane.

Bobbed his head. Shaking of his shoulders.

What happened?

I broke out of the circle in a flat roll,

which got me above and behind him.

And he turned and waved.

Why?

A farewell, I suppose.

Then he made a dash for it, zig

-zagging like crazy,

but I got him in my sight and I shot.

I watched him go down.

Spinning down.

SNIFFLES

Have another biscuit.

Oh, I'm a bit tired.



- Is it your leg?

- Yep.



- I'll get a nurse.

- No.

I'll be better if I've had a sleep.

I've... made myself a bit tired.

Must have been the reading.

PANTING

Breathe in deeply, Joan.

Come on, you're doing fine.

What's happening?

NEIL: Nearly there. Nearly there.

JOAN GROANS

OK, cord's cut. Tie them on.

No, don't relax, Joan. We need you to breathe in and push.

I can't.

The baby will become distressed, Joan. We have to have more.

NEIL: Come on, Joan. You can do it. Come on.

That's it, that's it.



- MAGGIE: Come on, Joan.

- NEIL: A little more, come on.



- That's it, it's coming.

- Good girl, come on.



- A little more, it's coming.

- Come on, give us some more.



- That's it, Joan. Come on.

- That's it, that's it.

One last push. JOAN SCREAMS

Wonderful, Joan! Good girl.

BABY CRIES

JOAN: Is it all right?



- MAGGIE: Andrew will be pleased.

- A boy.

JOAN PANTS, BABY CRIES

He's lovely, or will be when he's had a bath.

I've got to go.

Joan, you've got a beautiful baby boy, but I've got to go.

What's the matter?

Bath.



- What?

- I left the bath.

WATER DRIPPING

KNOCK AT DOOR

Er... I brought your bag.

Come on in. The water's lovely.

Was it my call?

Nobody to blame but myself.

Are you hungry?

I haven't thought.

Shut the door on this and come over to my place.

We'll call in at the chippy.

MUSIC: 'The Crying Game' by Dave Berry

Joan's going to call the baby Mark.

She wasn't too keen on Neil.

I thought possibly I could suggest Noah as an alternative.

Very droll.

I suppose there are lots of little Maggies running round in tribute?

Oh, yes, quite a few.

I should have called you earlier today.

Well, if you want my honest opinion,...

Go on.

I think you should have called me a good four years earlier.

Four years, and you didn't write?

Would you have welcomed a letter?

No.

I was a good judge, then.

Hardly.

I should have written, despite knowing you wouldn't want me to?

Of course.

Isn't that like saying when a woman says no, she really means yes?

No.

LAUGHS

A toast.

To little Mark Sayers and mum.

To Mark... Noah Sayers.

♪ Then there are sighs

♪ And then before you know where you are

♪ You're sayin' goodbye

♪ Don't want no more

May I stay tonight?

♪ Of the crying game

No.

♪ Of the crying game ♪

Is that a no... or a no?

Good morning, Mr Sefton. How are you?



- Oh, on the mend, I think.

- Good.

While I was here, I thought I'd check and see

if there was anything you needed from home.

It's no trouble.

Yes, there are one or two things.

I'd like my own dressing gown and shaving kit.

That would be a treat. Thank you.

SOFT MUSIC

SIGHS

I heard you were in the pub last night, doing a bit of business.

Oh, really?

Aye, golf balls. Cheap. Very cheap, I heard.

Yeah, cos they're second

-hand.

Oh, second

-hand, eh?

Yeah, second

-hand, as in not new.

Well, I'd like to take a look at them if you don't mind.

I'm sure you would.

But I've got my regular customers. You've got no chance.

Oh, there's a queue, is there?

Yeah, like here.

And you're at the back of it,

so unless you want him to bite you, give me my pension.

Come on, son.

FOOTSTEPS DOWNSTAIRS

Upstairs has been turned over.

Look at this. Your fellow was an airman in the First World w*r.

There's some news clippings too.



- Did you know?

- He never mentioned it.

We don't know what's been taken until he's had a look.



- When's he due out of hospital?

- Not for a few days.

Would you like me to break the news?

Oh, do you mind?

And ask the doc if he'll let him back here to have a look.

I'll see what I can do.



- Thank you, Maggie.

- Bye.

Bye.

Hang on, look at this.

It says he won the Military Cross.

Mal Shanks.

SOMBRE MUSIC

VEHICLE APPROACHING

Mal.

What now?

Well, just a few questions.

A local man's had his house broke into.

Whatever it was, Mal was here.

Shut up, Doreen.

The victim was a w*r hero.

Good for him.

But not for you. He won a Military Cross.

Eh?

We can see why you didn't want to tell us how you came by it.

Oh, no.

What's all this? Another flaming stitch

-up?

Get off! Push off!

Get out! Come on, get out!

They're doing Mal for breaking into the old bloke's.



- Good.

- Go and tell them you did it.



- Go on!

- No!

Listen, stupid.

If you own up and keep Mal and me out of it, they won't touch you.

You're not old enough. Go on!

No!

Mal's told them that he found that stinking medal up here.

Tell me or I'll throttle the both of you.

I told you about them little ratbags!

That's enough.

Alf! Alf! Clock the dog.

What about it?

I think I know where I've seen it before.

SOMBRE MUSIC

Let me see that.

Is it damaged?

No.

Trev's right. Mal's already on a suspended.

He could go down.



- But it weren't me that broke in.

- Stuart!

No! He'll think it were me.



- Who?

- Horse.

What?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sorry, Doreen, but we need to talk wi' t'lads as well. Come on.

SIGHS

As far as he can see, there's only money missing.

Four pounds something from the bedside drawer.

He hasn't said anything about the medal.

We think we know who broke in, Mr Sefton.

Ah, yes?

He's been taken down to the station

to be questioned about a medal he said he found.

A Military Cross.

I believe you won one?

It's so long since I've seen it, Constable, it hardly matters.

Please. We need to know, sir.

Pass the box.



- Well?

- It's not here.

Thank you.

Who's this person you've arrested?

Local third

-division villain.

We've also got two boys as possible accomplices.

Two boys?

You need me to make a statement. Can I make it at the station?

That won't be necessary. We can do it here or at the hospital.

No. I want to go to the station.

And you're sticking with that?

I found the medal in their room!

It was hidden?

Yeah.

So how did you know there was something to find?

I didn't for certain, but they seemed flush.

I see. So you were looking to steal from them?

I was short! It's called borrowing in families.

You're not family, Mal.

I've been more of a dad to them lads than the one who skedaddled.

Real dads don't make their kids take the blame.

Stuff this.

I want a brief.

These boys, Constable. What sort of boys are they?

The nuisance sort.

The father went AWOL a while back.

The man we've arrested is mum's live

-in boyfriend.



- Have you talked with them?

- No, not yet.

You see, the problem is if mum's boyfriend manages

to get the youngest one to admit to breaking in,

well, we'll be hard pressed to get a conviction.

Is one of the boys called Stuart?



- Yeah. How did you know?

- I'd like to talk to him.

I'm sorry. That won't be possible at this stage.

Hmm. Do what you can, Constable.

Right.

Stuart.

Hello, Stuart.

Come on, pull up a chair.

How's Mum?

Gone from hospital now, I guess?

I only wanted to borrow it.

Borrow what?

The medal, to look at.

And this.

You stole that from Mr Sefton's house?

He said he borrowed it.

I'm sorry, you don't go breaking into houses to borrow things.

He's been showing that to his friends,

claiming it was a photo of his grandad.

I see.

Would you like to keep it?

Put it back in your pocket, then.

I'm sorry, Mr Sefton, but, er...

but the photograph is evidence.

Right.

MIKE CLEARS THROAT

Now...

Who broke into the house? Was it Mal or Trevor?

Come on, Stuart. Who was it?

Me.

Are you telling the truth, Stuart?

It was me.

You took Mr Sefton's money and the medal?

Yeah.



- By yourself?

- Yeah.

Stuart... Look, it's all right.

You don't have to be scared.

You heard the boy, Constable.

Right.

Phil?

It's all right, Stuart. You can go and sit with your brother.



- Come on.

- Cheers, mate.

Look, I realise you've struck up

some sort of relationship with the boy,

but that wasn't very helpful, was it, Mr Sefton?

These boys will grow up to be bigger villains if we don't stop them now.

He was lying to protect his brother.



- Naturally.

- And Mal Shanks.

Sympathise with juveniles if you have to,

but Shanks needs putting away.

Even if he comes out the worse for it?

Experience has taught me there's bad in the best of men,

and more good than one can imagine even in the worst.

You're not going to press charges, are you?

No.

MARK GURGLES

Looks full of mischief already.

We're thinking of Neil for his middle name.

Such a nice bedside manner.

Er... Yes, well, I'll call again in a couple of days.

Go steady, Joan.

You're probably not as strong as you think you are. Bye.

CAR APPROACHING

Hello.



- How are things inside?

- Oh, fine.

Why are you here?

I had a call to make up the road. Thought I'd check everything was OK.

I see.

And I hoped to find you here.



- Why?

- Well, isn't that obvious?

I... hope there won't be any misunderstanding,

but what happened last night... didn't alter anything.

What?

We were hostage to the situation. We...

Nothing's changed.

Why are you telling me this?

What happened, happened for both of us.



- I have to go.

- Maggie! Why are you lying?

MUSIC: 'The Crying Game' by Dave Berry

It was as if we'd never been apart.

I don't want to talk about it.

Now, please, Neil. I need to go.

♪ And then before you know where you are

♪ You're saying goodbye ♪

Put it there, Mr Sefton.

His mother would want me to thank you.

There's no need for thanks.

Yeah, she's too soft on him. Little ratbag.

From now on, I'll take him in hand.

Spare the rod, spoil the child, eh?

Lay a hand on that boy, Mr Shanks, and you'll have me to deal with.

Eh?

I may be disabled at present, but my reach is very long.

I'm only saying I'll keep him in check.

Set him a good example. That will be sufficient.

Yeah, right.

Mr Shanks.

Cheers, then.

You know you're wasting your breath there, don't you?

I dare say.

Have you got to go back to the hospital now, Mr Sefton?

Oh. Yes, I've had enough excitement for today.

Can I still come and see you?

Of course!

If ever you need a spot of quiet,

make yourself at home in my place.



- Your house?

- Mm.

There's a key under a plant pot at the back door.

Good lad.

CHUCKLES

Right, if you'd just like to read this, Mr Shanks, and sign there.

MAL MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY

Wait a minute, you two. We haven't finished with you yet.

Golf balls.

Enjoying school? Good.

So do you know who's taking over at the station?

Well, I've a good idea.

And if I'm right, some people should make plans to stay out of town.

Stay out of town?!

Who's coming? A sheriff?

Mind you, if he's 'owt like the rest of you down there,

he's bound to be some form of cowboy.

Hiya, Phil.

Gina.



- Oscar.

- Hello, Phil.



- Business or pleasure?

- Well, it could be a bit of both.

I had a word with the Chivers boys today,

about a little business they're running in used golf balls.

OSCAR: I'm all ears.

Well, it seems if it's cheap ones you're looking for, look no further.

Greengrass buys as many off them as they can find.

There's nowt illegal.

A lost ball is a lost ball and finders are keepers. That's the law.

Mm. Up to a point. You see, these boys had a little helper.

Nowt wrong in delegating, is there? Good luck to the lads.

Well, this little helper had four legs,

and gets paid in biscuits for every ball he nicks.

You what?

A nicked ball is a nicked ball, Claude.

Don't try and involve me. I know nowt about it.

So, how many have you got in stock?

As a matter of fact, none. They've all gone.

If the Chivers lads come with any more, I'll kick 'em into touch.

So if you'll excuse me...

I'll go somewhere that don't look like a coppers' canteen.

BALLS CLATTER

Oh! Looks like he's got a hole in one.

ALL LAUGH

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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