08x14 - Where There's A Will

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# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss

# When my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss

# Stay in my memory? #

Yep.

Here we go.

CHICKENS CLUCKING

VAN DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS

Hiya, Peg. Are you ready?

I think so.

What's happening to all this stuff, then?

Oh, Bernie Scripps is going to store some of it for me.

He'll be over some time today.

They haven't given out for rain, have they?

No. Come on.

Ooh! I was forgetting.

- Your eggs. - Don't worry, Peggy.

I won't be a minute.

SIGHS

MUSIC: 'Yesterday' by Marianne Faithful

# Yesterday

# All my troubles seemed so far away

# Now it looks as though they're here to stay

# Oh, I believe in yesterday

# Suddenly

# I'm not half the one I used to be

# There's a shadow hanging over me

# Oh, yesterday came suddenly

Peggy?

# Why he had to go...

Peg?

# ...he wouldn't say

# I said something wrong

# Now I long for yesterday #

Peggy? What are you doing?

I've changed my mind. I'm not leaving.

- Well, you've got to. - I can't.

Look, you know you've got no choice.

I've lived here all my life!

I know that.

I'm not going and that's that!

Peggy, people are gonna be coming to look round.

Look, you're better off with me and Mary till it's sold.

- I'll buy it! - But you haven't got the money!

Ooh!

Eric wouldn't have wanted me to go without a fight.

Look, what's happened is wrong.

But it's the law, Peggy. You can't fight it.

Let go!

Peggy, please! You're only making things worse.

You're a good girl, Gina, lass.

Ooh, be careful with them eggs!

- Mr Greengrass? - Yes, Mr Ryle?

- Got everything in? - Just about, sir.

Well, there's your job sheet.

And in addition, I want you to meet Mr Fraser,

the vendor of Deep Bank Farm.

He said when he drove past earlier,

there wasn't a "For Sale" sign to be seen.

Wasn't there? That's funny. W-w-we put that in.

Aye. Happen the wind blew it down.

- Aye, it'll be the wind, sir. - Well, see to it, would you?

And Lane End has been sold,

so tack that onto the sale board as you go.

Right, sir. Thank you very much, sir.

Hey, that didn't take long to sell.

No, and he'll get commission for doing nowt.

We're in the wrong game, I tell you.

Stick them in.

Go on.

'Ey up, Phil!

- You must be fancying a promotion. - Why's that?

Well, there's nowt in that window you can afford.

How long's that been parked there?

Come on, we're loading!

And now you're not.

All right, all right, keep your helmet on. We're going.

I'm sure he's related to Blaketon.

LAUGHS

And you.

VAN DOORS CLOSE

Who's that?

Why are you still here?

- What do you want? - Only what's mine.

- I'm not leaving. - You've no choice.

I'm selling this place with vacant possession.

If this farm is sold, it'll be over my dead body.

Well, that's as maybe.

Dead or not, you can't win, so why don't you see sense?

Ooh, do your worst! I am not going without a fight.

THUDS

What's that?

Go on, harder than that! Come on, you'll be here all night.

Go on, hit it!

Hey!

Hey! Will you concentrate on what you're doing!

I heard something.

You'll hear summat if you hit my hand.

It'll be my foot with my boot round it! Come on.

PEGGY: Hey! Get off my land!

Ooh, Claude!

Clear off my land!

W-W-What's up with you, Peggy? D-Did you pull this sign out?

Yes! The farm's not for sale!

- Since when? - Since now!

Clear off!

I-I thought you owned this place now.

I do. Leave the signs as they are.

Look. Just keep it simple. "Single man seeks flat."

Ah, I was thinking more along the lines of,

"Clean-living, young professional desires superior accommodation."

No, that'll cost you double.

Flannel doesn't come cheap, you know.

Why don't you just stick a card in Blaketon's post office window?

That's an idea.

Hmm! Then you have your advert

and a personal reference in the one place.

Reference?

For your landlord.

What Oscar Blaketon doesn't know about you isn't worth knowing.

True. Back to Plan A.

"Single man seeks flat."

- Hello, madam. Can I help you? - No. No, that's all right, lass.

I can manage.

Mr Ryle! There's a lady going berserk out here!

Miss Tatton! Stop that!

What on earth do you think you're doing? Call the police.

Miss Tatton!

She and her brother farmed there all their lives,

so naturally it's a great wrench.

He was k*lled in a car accident?

Yes. Yes, along with his wife. They were on a touring holiday.

Tragic, of course, but I have a job to do.

We have to get her out.

Hello. I'm PC Bradley.

That's, er... That's quite a mess out there.

- What happened? - He's already told you.

Well, I'd like to hear it from you, please.

I came to take the notices down. My farm's not for sale.

- Your farm? - Mine by rights.

But not by law.

Your late brother's wife left it to her son, I believe.

It wasn't hers to leave.

In the ten years Joan spent there,

she never turned her hand to anything

except varnishing her nails.

She were a widow on the loose when she snapped up our Eric.

Well, vandalising offices and signs

isn't going to solve anything, is it?

Now, if you have a genuine grievance,

I suggest you go and see a solicitor.

Solicitors?

It's them that got me into this.

Am I under arrest?

Well, that depends on Mr Ryle, if he wants to press charges.

But either way, I suggest you get advice.

SNIFFS

Doesn't anyone come in here to dust?

A cleaner? Yes. But she never seems to get up to this floor.

Hmm!

If you'd come to me sooner,

I might have been able to stop John Fraser getting probate.

What are you saying?

That I could have stayed at Deep Bank?

Well, for as long as it took to sort out.

So, Eric's solicitor could have stepped in for me?

- I'm not supposed to say that. - Why not?

Because he's downstairs and he's my uncle.

Oh.

To be fair, probate was granted very quickly.

While he was fast asleep.

But his office is always clean and tidy.

SNIGGERS

We can still challenge your sister-in-law's will.

- So the farm would come to me? - I'm afraid not.

Your brother died intestate,

which meant that the farm went to his wife as next of kin.

But if she died with him, I'm his next of kin.

That's what I keep saying.

The law says that when a husband and wife die together,

the younger of the two is deemed to have died last.

Therefore, it is Joan's will that applies

and she left everything to her son.

But you said we could challenge it.

Only the provisions.

We can't stop the sale of the farm

if that's what Joan's son wants to do.

So I'll be left without a roof over my head.

I-I know what you're saying, Gina, but...

I know Peggy Tatton has been dealt a bad hand,

but there's no reason why she should take it out

on somebody's who done nowt wrong, is there?

- Who's done nowt wrong? - You're talking to him.

I've heard some things said about you, Claude, but never that.

Scotch, please, Gina.

We haven't seen you for a few weeks, Kenny.

No. You won't be seeing me again for a while, either.

I'm off down south. Contract job.

Oh. So what are you gonna do with your place, then?

How do you mean?

Are you going to let it?

No. I'm off first thing tomorrow. I've no time to organise anything.

Why don't you put it in the hands of somebody as can?

- Like who? - You're talking to him.

You?! Give over!

Well, why not? I'm in the estate-agency business, ain't I?

You knock the signs in, Claude.

Up to now.

I mean, the commission I'd charge you,

it'd be fractional compared to what Ryle's would charge.

No, thanks.

Ay, don't cut off your nose to spite your face.

Why don't I come round first thing in the morning?

We'll chat about it.

I mean, if I see what I like, I'll give you the money up front.

- Cash up front? - Yeah. In readies, an' all.

So think about it.

CAR DOORS OPEN, CLOSE

Steady. Steady, steady. She may still be around.

So what?

No point in rousing her if we can help it.

How are you going to interest buyers,

pussyfooting around like this?

Don't worry about that, Mr Fraser. Come on. First things first.

Let's check this inventory checked. I'll take a look in the barn.

BELLS RING

BELLS RING

KNOCKS

Miss Tatton?

Hello?

Hello?

Miss Tatton?

g*nsh*t, GLASS SHATTERS

Good grief! Crumbs!

She's firing! Run!

g*nsh*t

Come on! Come on!

Ain't it about time you had a lift put in?

CLAUDE: So this is the sort of stuff you young 'uns go in for, is it?

Well, I must admit it's nice and tidy.

Well, it is compared to my place!

- How long are you going for? - Three months. Could be more.

All right, I tell you what I'll do, I'll give you ten pounds a month.

Thirty pounds in advance.

Is it? It must be lovely to be educated.

I'm not making much out of this.

You won't let some vandal in here, will you, Claude?

- Don't talk daft. - It's quality gear, is this.

Any breakages, the tenant pays.

All I need from you is a note to say that I'm acting on your behalf.

Ah, here. Put that in your pocket and stop whinging.

Do we toss for it?

No. I'll go. She knows me.

Well, she knows them. It doesn't seem to count.

- Your turn after me. - Take your time, then.

BELLS RING

Hello?

Hello?

- What do you want? - I just want to talk to you.

Come on, Peggy. Put the g*n away and come on downstairs.

No.

I'll have to come up to you, then.

Stop where you are!

PEGGY: I'm warning you!

Look, I... I just want to talk. That's all.

How many others are there?

Only me.

Just me.

Look, I just want to help.

You wouldn't.

But I can try.

Come on, Peggy, this isn't the way.

BELLS RING

That's far enough.

Oh, please! Please!

I want you to go!

CRIES

This is my home and I just want to be left alone.

OK.

CRIES

You'll be releasing her without charge, I assume?

I'm afraid not, Miss Lambert.

It was clearly an accident.

Really? Bradley?

Well, if the first one was an accident, Sarge,

the second certainly wasn't.

She thought they were intruders.

I think we'll let the court decide.

You're going to keep this poor woman in suspense,

after what she's gone through already?

This poor woman had a g*n and wasn't afraid to use it.

It seems she's as much a danger to herself as to others.

That's nonsense.

She told Mr Fraser the sale of the farm would be over her dead body.

It's a figure of speech, Sergeant.

I'm not prepared to take that risk and I doubt the court will, either.

In my experience, the justices don't appreciate the police

bouncing old ladies unnecessarily into court.

Well, we'll have to see, won't we?

In her experience, indeed! All five minutes of it!

Are you going to instruct the police solicitor, then, Sarge?

No. I think I'll prosecute this one myself.

From your bedroom window, you saw two men.

You did what next, exactly?

I fired a shot through the window.

Why?

I thought they were burglars!

I didn't want them coming back.

Do you see the two men in court?

Yes. I'm told it was Mr Ryle and Mr Fraser who came to see me.

Do you recognise them now?

Oh, yes. But...

You see, at the time, well, they had their backs to me.

Mr Ryle and Mr Fraser are involved in the selling of Deep Bank Farm.

- Am I right? - Yes.

A sale which would effectively make you homeless.

- Yes or no? - Yes!

Miss Tatton, you knew exactly who was calling, didn't you?

No.

In fact, you made up a device to warn of their arrival.

And when they did,

I think you intended not only to put them in fear of their lives

but also to cause them serious injury.

Oh, Your Worship! I've been brought up with g*ns all my life.

If I'd wanted to take a pot-shot at them, I would have done!

You haven't said how much yet, Claude.

Wait till you see the inside.

Here you are.

Oops-a-daisy. Right, in you come.

Up the stairs.

Come on up, Phil.

Come on, this is where it's all happening.

Right. There you are. What did I say?

Well, it's more what you didn't say. How much?

Y-Y-You must like it.

- How much, Claude? - Oh!

- Fifteen quid a month. - Fifteen?

Places like this don't come cheap, do they?

- W-W-What were you hoping for? - Ten.

I hope you said "tent". Cos that's about all you'll get for that.

Well, I'm prepared to negotiate.

So am I. As long as we start at .

What did Miss Tatton say to you?

She asked me to leave.

Was she upset?

- Yes. - In what way? Hysterical?

- No. - Angry?

A little.

Frightened?

Yes.

Of the intruders. Well, it's hardly surprising, is it?

No, I meant frightened of losing her home.

She said that to you, did she?

Well... not out loud, no.

Oh, so you're a mind-reader, are you?

Let's stick to facts, shall we, Constable?

You've heard Mr Ryle and Mr Fraser

make claims concerning my client's behaviour.

However, at no time did she thr*aten them directly with a shotgun.

And her actions after the first accidental shot

were those of a woman alone,

dealing with men that she believed to be intruders.

Accordingly, I ask you to see Miss Tatton

as a woman more sinned against than sinning,

and urge you to find her not guilty of this offence.

Oh, that's put his nose out of joint!

You've no reason to crow.

If I hadn't said I'd found you alternative accommodation,

you may not have been given a conditional discharge.

Yes, well...

I'll arrange for someone to collect your things.

No need. I'll fetch them myself.

No! Peggy, you don't set foot there again. Is that clear?

MUSIC: 'Boom Boom' by The Animals

When you said "come round for a drink,"

I didn't think you meant we'd be sharing it.

Well, I had to pay Greengrass a week in advance.

Hey, hey, hey! Use a mat!

- What for? - Your glass.

It's a no-spill zone here.

A no-spill zone? Oh, I see.

So you'll be eating outside, will you?

It was never that bad.

Not that bad? Mary's still hoovering up your mess at my place.

KNOCK AT DOOR

# I like the way you walk

# I like the way you talk... #

- Yes? - Kenny Galloway?

No, he's not here.

- Where is he? - Well, he's gone away.

I don't know where, either. Sorry.

- So, who are you? - Me? Well, why?

I'm interested in people.

Yeah, well, this one's busy.

That makes two of us.

What's the problem, Phil?

This bloke's looking for Galloway.

I've got catch-up business with him.

Yeah, what's that?

Galloway owes, I catch up with him.

Yeah, well, I told you, he's not here.

So, what are you two doing here?

I'm renting the place.

Yeah? And does Galloway collect?

No. Claude Jeremiah Greengrass, his agent.

So go and do your heavy breathing routine on him.

Now.

Coppers, eh?

Oh, well, no offence, gentlemen.

If Galloway shows up, cuff him to a drainpipe,

then I won't have to trouble you again.

Lot Four. Deep Bank Farm.

-acre smallholding with farmhouse.

What am I bid?

Ten thousand, anyone? £ , . No?

Come on. Who'll start me off? Nine? Nine?

Eight? Eight, perhaps.

Eight. £ , . Thank you, sir. £ , , I'm bid.

Eight thousand, two hundred? Yes, thank you, sir.

Eight thousand, two. Eight, two. Eight, two. Eight, four?

Eight, four. Eight, six? Eight, six. Thanks. Eight, six.

Eight, eight? Eight, eight.

Eight, eight. Nine thousand?

Nine thousand pounds. Against you, sir? Nine thousand?

No. Have you finished, sir?

Right, £ , , then. Are we all done?

Madam?

Nine thousand, five hundred.

Nine thousand, five hundred?

- Peggy, what are you doing? - Nine thousand, six hundred!

Nine thousand, six hundred.

Nine thousand, seven hundred, anyone?

Yes. Thank you, sir.

Nine thousand, eight hundred!

Peggy!

Nine thousand, eight hundred.

Ten thousand, am I bid? £ , I am bid.

Ten thousand, one hundred!

Ten thousand, one hundred. £ , ?

Yes. Thank you, sir.

Ten thousand, three hundred!

Ten thousand, three hundred. Ten four?

No? £ , , anyone?

The bid is over here at £ , . No advance? Hmm? Fine.

Going once, going twice at £ , ...

BANGS GAVEL

Just before we go on, ladies and gentlemen,

I would like to assure myself

that the last bidder is able to make good her bid.

Yes, I can!

And if Lot Five's as nice, I'll have that one as well.

STIFLED LAUGHTER

SCOFFS

Len, Brian, would you please show the lady out?

Come on now, love. Let's be having you.

Now, be careful with that thing. Ow! Ooh!

Go on. Take her out, Brian. Take her out. Come on.

COMMOTION

MUSIC: 'Dedicated Follower Of Fashion' by The Kinks

RADIO MOVES BETWEEN CHANNELS

Excuse me? Who are you? What are you doing here?

The name's Baz. Door was open.

That was for the dog's benefit, not yours. What do you want?

Money.

Well, that explains it. You've taken the wrong turning. Go on.

Not what I heard.

I were told you were Kenny Galloway's rent collector.

W-Who told you that?

Oh, PC Plod that's paying it.

Ah, well, even if I am, w-w-what's it got to do with you?

Hey! Hey!

Galloway's late with his HP payments.

"Live now, pay never." That's his style.

Is it? Well, t-t-that's got nowt to do with me.

Maybe not. But now I can save you the bother.

How do you mean?

When the rent's due for collection, you can leave that little job to me.

Have you escaped from somewhere?

Hey! Don't!

Come in.

She claims her client was acting in self-defence.

What do the witnesses say?

Well, they say she started the rumpus,

but that Ryle's men were heavy-handed.

With a defenceless old lady?

- Yes, Sarge. - Can we make it stick in court?

Well, I'd say we're on a hiding to nothing again, Sarge.

That was close, Peggy.

SNIGGERS

I had every faith in you.

This has got to stop.

If Craddock had gone into court

and proved that you'd broken your conditional discharge,

you'd have been sentenced for the previous offence and the new one.

He knows better than to take us on.

I've talked to the Council, Peggy, and told them of your circumstances.

They may have a flat available.

A flat?!

It's time you started to think about your future and not the past.

She's forgotten this.

Thanks.

Amazing what damage you can do with an umbrella and a good solicitor.

The sergeant is not a happy man.

No, and I don't blame him, really.

Just doing my job, Constable.

Well, not quite.

You convinced the court you could keep your client in check.

I'm not her jailer.

Well, obviously not.

The auction of Deep Bank Farm's been put back till Thursday.

Any chance you could make good your promises?

- What sort of flat? - A flat.

A one-bedroom flat.

Second floor, I think they said.

Second floor?! Hmph!

- Hiya. - Hello.

What can I get you?

- Large Scotch, please. - Straight?

Yeah.

Can you put it on my room bill, please?

Yeah. Course I can.

- There you go. - Oh, thanks.

I'll be staying another couple of nights, if that's all right.

That's fine, yeah.

Hello, John.

DOG BARKS

What do you want?

You know, I was trying to think, how long has it been?

Fifteen, year?

What do you want?

I want a slice of your luck, John.

SLOOSHING LIQUID

There is no money. It didn't sell.

I know. I were there.

She's a game old girl, your step-aunty.

I'm thinking of letting her stay.

No, you're not! You'll sell, all right.

And when you do, I'll have my share.

- Your share?! - Sit down, John.

Sit down. Come on, you know it's only right.

- Look, hold on! John! - Oh, push off!

I'm in a spot, John. I'm in a real spot.

Oh, forget it.

Look, I can't. Don't you see, I've got to have my share.

You haven't got a share.

I'm family, John! I'm family. And I want my money!

Get the hell off of me!

Come on, come on! What's going on?

Now, come on, you two, that's enough!

Now, take my advice. Put some space between you. Now!

Have you stopped watering down the beer now, Gina?

What's that supposed to mean?

I've just broken up a fight outside.

Oh. And I bet you I know who it was and all.

They were having a right go at each other in here.

Well, one of them dropped this in the scuffle,

and he name inside is... Fraser.

Stanley Fraser.

Hello?

THUD

Hello?

Hello? Who's in there?

Aunty Peggy?

You're no relative of mine. Go away!

Oh, come out and stop being stupid.

This is my house and my room and I'm not leaving.

SNIFFS

PHONE RINGS

Hello. Craddock.

Yes.

Yes, I've got that, Mr Fraser. Someone will be with you shortly.

Come on, Bradley, look lively.

- Sarge? - I've had John Fraser on the phone.

Peggy Tatton's barricaded herself into her bedroom at Deep Bank Farm

and he can smell petrol.

I'll go direct. You get hold of Miss Lambert.

MUSIC: 'Here I Go Again' by The Hollies

Hey, here we go.

Let me just find the keys.

Where?

Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Let's get inside first.

Is this your place? It looks nice.

Wait till you see inside.

MUSIC STOPS

"All items in this room have been removed..."

"Request of Magistrates' Court..."

"...said Court..."

She's upstairs. You see if you can get through to her.

If we break the door down, she says she'll set fire to the place

with herself inside it.

Lost for words now, are we?

Miss Tatton? It's PC Bradley.

MIKE: I've brought Miss Lambert.

- Oh? - Hello, Peggy.

Hello.

JACKIE: Peggy, you have to come out of there.

I know how awful it must be to leave the place you love.

Oh? How do you know?

JACKIE: Please, Peggy. You have to make a new start.

I'm too old for new starts.

I've lived here and I'll die here.

I went to see the flat. It's really nice. Very light.

JACKIE: You'd have shops close by, people to talk to.

There's nothing for you here, Peggy.

No.

No, there's nothing for me.

Just memories.

Nothing to look forward to.

Peggy, there is something to look forward to.

JACKIE: There's something I'd like you to help me with.

- What? - JACKIE: A wedding.

- Who's getting married? - JACKIE: I am.

I need someone to help me make my dress and I thought of you.

- Me? - JACKIE: Yes.

Will you be wearing white?

Yes, of course.

I hear you had fun and games with Peggy Tatton last night.

Yeah.

It's difficult to know what to do with her really. She, er...

She certainly doesn't belong in a police cell.

Well, if it's any consolation,

you can tell her that John Fraser's not resting any easier, either.

How come?

Well, I broke up a fight between him and one of his relatives

outside the pub yesterday.

The family vultures circling, eh?

Seems like it.

But what puzzles me is why this particular vulture

uses a false name when he books into the pub.

- How do you know that? - Gina.

I picked up his wallet after the scuffle.

His real name was inside it. Stanley Fraser.

- Really? - Mm.

It's obvious he didn't want anyone to know he was here.

- The question is, though... - Why?

I'm due over at Deep Bank Farm

to get a statement off John Fraser about last night.

Perhaps he's got the answer.

KEYS RATTLE, LOCK CLICKS

Hello, Peggy. How are you?

- Fair. - Are they treating you well?

Five star.

- When can I go? - I'm not sure.

Sit down, Peggy.

JACKIE CLEARS HER THROAT

They're thinking of charging you with attempted arson.

- But I never lit a match. - I know.

But for the moment, you'll just have to cool your heels.

- I shall miss the auction. - Yes.

That's that, then.

There isn't going to be a wedding, either, is there?

No.

You made it up.

Yes. Sorry.

You sounded so gloomy.

It was all I could think of on the spur of the moment.

Did you believe me?

Not really.

But it was a nice thought.

What do you want?

I thought I'd made that clear.

Nothing doing.

Think about it, John.

I've thought! Sixteen years since I last set eyes on you.

I don't want to ever see you again.

STANLEY: Well, I can live with that, as soon as I get my money.

You aren't going to get any money!

But you're not stupid, John. I want half.

Half?! Half?!

STANLEY: Look, see sense, John. See sense.

What are you planning to do with that?

I'm going to get rid of a problem.

Don't think I wouldn't in self-defence.

I've got witnesses saw you threatening me.

You'd do that to me, would you, son?

- Don't call me that! - Put it down.

- Never, ever call me that! - Calm down, John. Calm down.

Mr Fraser. Is the g*n loaded?

No... I don't think so.

What's going on?

It's nothing to worry about, Constable.

Really? You wouldn't happen to be Stanley Fraser, by any chance?

Uncle Stan called in unexpectedly and surprised me, that's all.

Uncle Stan, is it? The surprise package!

That's why you booked into the Aidensfield Arms under a false name.

It's like you said, Constable, I wanted my visit to be a surprise.

I don't know what's going on between you two,

but if there's any more of this, I'll arrest you both.

CLAUDE: All right, all right! Gonna have all the hinges off.

Having a lie-in, were you, Claude?

W-W-What's up with you?

What's up with me?

I got no sleep last night, that's what up with me.

That's no reason to come knocking the paint off my door.

I got no sleep last night cos Galloway's bed's been repossessed.

Hey?

Yeah, along with the rest of the furniture.

- You what? - The whole place stripped bare!

H-H-How... How do you know... How do you know it wasn't nicked?

Cos housebreakers don't stick distress warrants to the wall.

"Fully furnished" is what I paid for, Claude.

Not an empty box!

- Are you looking for me? - Yeah.

Don't tell me she's escaped.

No. I just wanted to check something out with you.

Fire away.

Eric Tatton's wife, Joan.

Didn't Peggy say she was a widow before she married him?

Yes, I think so. Why?

I think I've just met her first husband.

You think?

John Fraser said it was his Uncle Stan.

So what makes you say it was his father?

I overheard him calling John "son."

Well, it's an expression, isn't it?

Sure, sure. But... it sent John went into a rage.

It meant more to him than that.

If you think that's strange,

Stan Fraser booked into the pub another name.

- Why? - Well, you tell me.

If... If Joan Tatton wasn't a widow,

would that make any difference to Peggy's situation?

No. Widowed or divorced, Joan's will still stands

and she left everything to John.

- Right. Thanks. - Unless...

- What? - I'd better go and check something.

You going trendy, Mr Greengrass?

Going round the twist, more like.

These were repossessed

from somebody who had too much taste for his pocket.

Do... do you think they'll fetch owt?

Oh, who knows? You really are interested?

Oh, aye, only if I can get them for nowt.

Yes. Well, if you've got the right sort of space...

I've got the right space, all right.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police Station.

Just a moment, please. Mike!

It's Miss Lambert, for you.

Hello?

Erm... Any time now. Why?

Right. I'll meet you there.

AUCTIONEER: £ , , then. Do I have five-two?

Sir? Five-two. Thank you.

Five-four. Five-four I have.

Five-six. Five-six. Five-eight.

Five-eight and £ , . £ , . You going on, sir?

What happened?

You were right. Joan never got divorced from Stan Fraser.

- So? - Well...

If he's still alive, she must have married Eric Tatton bigamously.

- But hang on a second. - We can't. Come on!

AUCTIONEER: Ten thousand, thank you, sir. Right, I have £ , .

I'll take fives now. £ , ? Are you bidding, madam?

No, I'm not bidding. And you're not selling either.

What on earth is it now?

You can't sell Deep Bank Farm

because John Fraser is not its legal owner.

This has gone well beyond a joke.

Mr Fraser will sue the hide off you for this.

I doubt it. Who is Stan Fraser?

- What's it to you? - He's your father, isn't he?

- What if he is? - He and your mother never divorced.

What difference does that make?

A world of difference to Peggy Tatton.

When her brother died intestate,

the farm went to his next-of-kin, the person assumed to be his wife.

But in law, Joan wasn't his wife

because her bigamy made the marriage null and void.

So if Joan wasn't Eric's legal next-of-kin,

she couldn't inherit the farm.

Nor bequeath it to her son.

Which means that Peggy Tatton inherited Deep Bank Farm, not you.

JANGLE OF KEYS

- PEGGY: Is it over? - Yes.

- Can I go, then? - MIKE: Yes, you can go.

- JACKIE: Straight back to the farm. - To the farm?

- Yes, Peggy. - You mean my...

- Deep Bank Farm? - Yes.

Come on, I'll explain on the way.

Is it true? Oh! Oh!

Well, I'm on my way, Sergeant. Thank you for looking after me.

Toast was a bit soggy, but full marks for your tea.

We try to please, madam.

Oh! Policemen! They get younger, don't they?

GIGGLES

I think you're in there, Sarge.

Hello, Phil. We've just finished unloading.

Everything back in place?

- Er... more or less. - More or less?

Well, you know what Galloway's taste's like.

It's a bit fashion and fad, isn't it?

- How do you mean? - A bit here today, gone tomorrow.

We've made it look a bit old and antiquey.

Antiquey?

Why don't you go up and have a look? Go on.

It's... just up the stairs.

Claude!

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