08x20 - All in the MInd

[bunniefuu]

# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss

# When my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss

# Stay in my memory? #

OWL HOOTS

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ON TV

RUNNING FOOTSTEPS ON TV

WOMAN SCREAMS SHRILLY

CAR DOOR SLAMS

WOMAN ON TV: No! Argh!

CAR DOOR SLAMS

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDING

PIERCING SCREAM ON TV

GROANS

# Bend me, shape me any way you want me

# As long as you love me it's all right

# Bend me, shape me any way you want me

# You got the power to turn on the light

THUDDING AND GRUNTING

MAN YELLS

# Everybody tells me I'm wrong to want you so badly

# There's a force driving me on I'll follow it gladly

# So let them laugh, I don't care

# All I want is you #

YELLS

LAUGHTER

GINA: Well, I thought you were great today.

MAN: Why, thank you.

It was the best thing I ever did joining the judo club.

You're definitely somebody in need of some self-defence skills(!)

You think so?

Anyone can see how helpless and defenceless you are(!)

LAUGHS

- Argh! - You were saying?

Right? LAUGHS

So watch it! I'm a k*ller when I'm aroused, me.

Never!

- Argh! - Gotcha.

- How did you do that? - A-ha!

BOTH LAUGH

Never mind. You can show me later.

Mwah.

Well, probate's gone like a dream.

You should be out of the hands of the lawyers any day now.

Last wills and testaments.

I thought you'd prefer me to come here,

rather than drag you down to the office.

Thanks.

There's one other thing. Neil sent this.

It arrived just after he died.

It's a bit cryptic, but it seems he was interested in

setting up some kindof educational trust.

Any idea what it was about?

MAGGIE: No.

I really can't imagine why he wrote this.

Well, I thought you should know about it.

Thank you.

So how are you finding it back at work?

Fine.

What will you do, stay on here?

I don't think so.

POP MUSIC ON CAR RADIO

TYRE BURSTS

BRAKES SQUEAL

TYRES SCREECHING

PHIL ON RADIO: 'Delta Alpha - .'

'Report in, please.'

RADIO CRACKLES

Delta Alpha - . Receiving.

Just had a report of a road accident

'a mile outside Otterly.'

- Anyone hurt? - 'No.'

Driver said he was the only vehicle involved,

but the car's still blocking the road.

Look, Phil, I'm-I'm a good half hour away from Otterly.

Can't one of you lot handle it?

'Alf's out.'

And I'm far too busy.

Rushed off my feet, in fact.

Right, well. Thanks.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

CAR ENGINE REVVING

Well, well, well. It's the man himself.

How are things, Mr Blaketon?

Gone up in the world since you've retired?

Or is it down?

Don't push your luck, Seago.

You, a shopkeeper! I heard about it.

I just didn't believe it.

What are you doing back here anyway?

- You mean here in Aidensfield? - You heard.

Just passing through, I hope.

What I do and where I go is no business of yours.

Take care now, Mr Shopkeeper.

DOOR SLAMS

ENGINE TURNS OVER

Hey, Gina.

That character that left, the one with the trilby hat.

- Yeah. What about him? - Did you speak to him?

Only to tell him Claude wasn't here.

Greengrass! I should have guessed.

What do you mean, you're not gonna move it?

You've got traffic backed up there to Wetherby.

MUSIC: 'This Wheel's on Fire' by Bob Dylan and Rick Danko

- Where's your camera? - Come again?

Photographic evidence. Isn't that what they call it?

Erm, I'm sorry, you've...

- You've lost me there, Mr...? -Draper.

Mr Draper.

Evidence of what, exactly?

Dangerous driving your bloke said. Dangerous driving my foot!

I had a tyre burst on me.

MAN: I've got to get to Leeds.

All right. Just hang on a minute, please.

Erm, shall we start again?

Look, I'm on my way to Leeds to see a customer, right?

The tyre bursts and I end up in this ditch, but no harm done.

So I walk to find a phone. A long walk. Call a garage.

While I'm at it, let the police know what's happening, right?

Good citizen and all that.

Right.

When I get back, I find one of your mates waiting for me.

A police officer showed up here?

Aye! A right little n*zi. Says I'm gonna be prosecuted.

Can you believe that?

You didn't happen to get his police number by any chance?

No, but he gave me his name.

Ventress. PC Ventress.

I was nowhere near Otterly.

You've been out of the station all morning.

In Ashfordly!

What else did he say?

That you arrived on a police motorbike

and behaved like a... "A right little n*zi."

- That sound like me? - Well, what, then?

Some friend of yours with a weird sense of humour?

Have you said owt to Craddock about this?

- MIKE: Not yet, no. - Well, take your time.

- I shall have to look into this. - I don't know about that, Alf.

A motorist makes a complaint and I haven't filed a report...

Only for a day or two.

OK.

What exactly happened?

Well, I was just sitting here, dozing off,

when I heard this great scream.

- From across the road? - No, no, from the telly. Humph.

Some poor lass being hounded by a prowler.

Like that time we had a mystery prowler on the loose around here.

- Have I ever told you about that? - I think so, Mrs Challis.

Everybody said he was a stranger,

out to ravish every poor female in sight.

But he wasn't, and I told them so.

It was that Ted Loftus from No. .

Gone funny in the head.

And out stalking cats every night cos he'd taken against 'em. Humph.

So it was a false alarm at Meadowside?

Ah! But was it?

I saw a man take a woman in there.

A-and not willing, if you take my meaning.

I think I've heard

these sorts of stories from you before, Mrs Challis.

Oh, aye?

Oh, all in the mind, is it? That's what you think?

Humph! Well...

I was going to call the police, but I didn't bother.

They never listen, either. Useless lot. Humph.

HORN HONKING

SHEEP BLEATING

CHICKENS CLUCKING

Hello, George!

Morning, Claude.

Are you all right?

Not bad. What brings you to this neck of the woods?

Proposition for you, Claude. Very tasty.

Good money, no risks.

What is it this time? Horses?

No. Too many crooks in that game.

CLAUDE: Takes one to know one.

What is it then?

Ferrets!

Ferrets?!

Racing ferrets.

Meet Bonnie and Clyde.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

SEAGO: Pay particular regard to Bonnie.

She's about the fastest thing on four ferret legs.

Yeah, well what about what's-his-name, Clyde?

Clyde? No.

Useless. He's about as lively as a legless tortoise.

But, Bonnie likes his company.

She gets nervous, see.

I'm not surprised, having you as an owner!

And I suppose you coming to see me

has got absolutely nowt to do with the fact that there's

an open race meeting the other side of Ashfordly next week?

You're ahead of me as usual, Claude.

I like to know what's occurring.

Does the name Boy Bryden ring a bell?

Bryden.

He's got a few bob, hasn't he? Likes a bit of a gamble.

He'd lay odds on the sun coming up if he could find a taker.

But his passion... is ferret racing.

Cheers.

Cheers.

'Ey, don't pull faces like that! That's my best parsnip wine, that.

That's pure vintage that, George.

It's not something you wash the tractor in then?

WHEEZING LAUGH

So, what does he do?

He's a travelling electrical fitter or something.

He's obviously made quite an impression, hasn't he?

Hmm. Yeah. He's great.

The best thing in my life since...

Yeah?

The last best thing in my life.

- Hiya! - Hiya, Gina.

- I'm not interrupting? - No.

No. In fact, we were just talking about you.

- Mike Bradley, meet Doug Bullen. - Oh, pleased to meet you.

- Gina's mentioned your name. - Likewise.

I knew it had to be more than judo taking Gina to Whitby.

Yeah. Well, now you know.

CHUCKLES

- So, where are you from? - Oh, I...

He's from Ashfordly, but his family moved to Kent when he was a kid.

She knows me better than I know myself.

I'm putting Bonnie against Bryden in the Challenge Cup.

But to get good odds,

she's got to be entered as an outsider, see?

And my face is too well-known.

Do I get the impression you want me to enter her?

Right.

You enter Bonnie,

and you place the bets using my money.

We'll take Bryden to the cleaners.

Sounds lovely that, George.

There's just one sort of little thing missing out.

How much do I get out of it?

I'll give you... % of what I get.

That's nearly a quarter, isn't it? I think you've persuaded me.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

GAME SHOW ON TV

DOOR OPENS OUTSIDE

AUDIENCE LAUGHING ON TV

CAR ENGINE REVVING

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES

BREATHING SHAKILY

DIALLING

Hello, operator?

Can I make a reverse-charge call to Stratford?

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES

CAR APPROACHING AT SPEED

TYRES SQUEAL

WOMAN: No! No! No! Argh!

Hey!

CAR DOOR SLAMS

ENGINE REVVING

DRAMATIC MUSIC

SIGHS

You think it might have been an abduction?

I can't swear on it, Sarge.

Or maybe a domestic squabble that spilled out onto the streets?

- A possibility. - Which you've checked?

- Well, not yet. - Then do so.

Ventress...

I've had a formal complaint passed down from Division.

A member of the public says you verbally abused and intimidated him.

It wasn't me, Sarge.

There's another PC working out of Ashfordly Station, is there?

No. An impostor.

It's true, Sarge.

I was er... I was going to hand this in.

Took your time with this, Bradley.

Sorry, Sarge.

So, what else do we know about this second PC Ventress?

Well, he's youngish, rides a police motorcycle,

and knows his way around police procedure.

Someone with a grudge against me maybe.

A grudge against you, Ventress?!

Heaven forbid(!)

Right, Bradley, Bellamy, get stuck in.

Ventress, you'll take over the routine duties in the station.

I'm already working on the case, Sarge.

One Ventress is enough for any case, I'd say.

Wouldn't you?

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

SOMBRE MUSIC

ENGINE OFF

KNOCKING AT DOOR

- It's only me. - Hello.

I saw your car outside.

I'm er... just seeing what needs doing before I move back in.

Well, if you need a hand...

Oh, yes. Thanks.

I thought you might show up in the pub last night.

I can't remember the last time I saw your face in there.

Well, I'm... I'm still sorting things out.

Fair enough.

So how do you feel, then? You know, the baby?

Oh, fine.

Er...

You haven't told anybody about it, have you, Gina?

No. That's for you to announce.

Or not. Whatever you want.

Yes, I'd like to keep it that way.

- Thanks. - OK.

Right. One more time.

Ready? Steady?

- Go! - CLAUDE: In you go!

MUSIC: 'The Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde' by Georgie Fame

Go on! Come on!

Oh, ho, ho!

# Bonnie and Clyde began their evil-doing

# One lazy afternoon down Savannah way

# They robbed a store

# And high-tailed out of the town

CLAUDE LAUGHS

CLAUDE: That's it!

Twenty-nine seconds.

What's the fastest you've timed one of Bryden's?

Thirty-one.

It should be past the post then, shouldn't it?

As long as everyone sticks to the plan.

CLAUDE: Don't worry, George. I won't let you down.

'Course you won't, Claude.

It's a good job we're not backing yours!

WHEEZING LAUGH

Thanks. Goodbye.

Well, according to Mr Draper it was definitely

a Francis-Barnett police model, but there was no radio on it.

He can't have been listening in to the police frequencies.

- What do you think, Alf? - He was listening in.

How could he? There was no radio on the bike.

How else could he have got there so quickly?

Where would he have got the gear? I mean, the uniform, bike?

It could be legitimate surplus stuff.

We'd better check out all the local suppliers.

Alf, does Craddock know you're beavering away on this?

- ALF: No. - BOTH: Don't push your luck.

I want to see Craddock eat humble pie.

It'd go down well with my boiled eggs.

I heard the car drive off, and then ten minutes later...

Back again!

So I looked out, and I couldn't believe my eyes!

I saw him hauling her into there again!

- Hauling who, Mrs Challis? - The woman!

That poor lass he's got locked up in there somewhere

in one of the bedrooms.

And that's the truth of it, Nurse Bolton.

GATE CREAKING

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Police issue?

If you could check your notes, that would be fantastic.

MAN ON POLICE RADIO: 'Calling Ashfordly Station.'

'Are you receiving? Over.'

MIKE: Hello. PC Bradley....

Ashfordly police. Go ahead, Control.

MAN: 'Telephone report times at . pm

of a smash-and-grab at Longmans Garage.'

'Two miles west of Kilby.

'Instructions are to proceed at once and investigate. Over.'

Message received and understood. Over and out.

PHIL: Yeah, that's brilliant. Thank you very much.

Oh, have you got the buyer's name?

Thank you.

- I'm just popping out. - Right, Alf.

Address?

I see. Do you know anyone else who sells or supplies police gear?

One Francis-Barnett, ex-police,

sold at auction in Leeds three months ago.

Er, look, erm... Thanks very much for your help.

- Great. You get the buyer's name? - Yeah. Mr Brian Taplow.

-Sounds promising, Phil. - Well, that was the good news.

The bad news is, the buyer's not local.

The address is Rochester.

DOOR OPENS

DAVID: Mr Greengrass?

Yeah, I'm here, David.

SHEEP BLEATING OUTSIDE

W-where's Bonnie and Clyde?

They're in the barn.

I want you to keep your eye on them.

I don't want owt to happen to them.

All right. What's all that, then?

Oh. I've got a few bob of my own money on.

But don't say owt to George,

otherwise he'll knock summat off our cut.

Will you put some on for me?

Have you got some?

Yeah, I've got a bit.

I must be paying you too much!

ENGINE REVS

HANDBRAKE PULLS UP

ENGINE OFF

DOOR SLAMS

Mr Longman...

If you've come to apologise for your mate, forget it!

You had a visit from a police officer?

- Uniformed thug more like! - Hang on.

Hang on, nothing!

I'll say what I've got to say to your superiors. Now, hop it!

Er, was his name PC Ventress?

He's a police impostor, Mr Longman.

BIKE ENGINE THRUMMING

BIKE ENGINE REVS

VAN DOOR CLOSES

Hello, Mike.

Could I have a word?

Sure.

CLINKING

Let's see...

Holidaymakers rent the house opposite Mrs Challis,

only they're not holidaymakers.

They're kidnappers.

Oh no, or was it er... white slavers?

I know how it sounds.

Maggie, I've got a file this big on Mrs Challis.

I've lost count of the K*llers, the bank robbers,

and the sex fiends who somehow manage to turn up in her backyard.

I can't help feeling this is different, Mike.

Why?

For a start, she told me, not you. I've had a look at the place.

SIGHS

There's something... not quite right.

OK, erm... Do you remember the name of the people renting it?

Erm, a Mr Arlott, Mrs Challis said.

She rang the estate agent who's handling the let.

I think you ought to speak to her.

Sure.

There you go.

SIGHS

Just my luck to end up with someone running a bar.

You don't have hang around here waiting for me to finish, you know?

-What else am I gonna do? - You could stay home, read a book.

- I'm well out of books. - Well, watch telly, then!

LAUGHS I'd rather watch you.

GINA GIGGLES

GINA: Hiya, Mike.

Oh, someone over there's been looking for you.

- Yeah? - GINA: Yeah.

He said he'd called round to see you today.

Right. Erm, I'm sorry, Jack. I...

- It's OK. Whisky? - Yeah.

And a gin and tonic, Gina.

Right. This is Doug.

- Hello. - Hi. Nice to meet you. Hi.

Hi, I'm Mike Bradley, the village constable.

- You wanted to see me? - Er, yeah, right.

It's about a missing person.

I-I'm sorry. And your name is?

Jimmy Weston. It's about my girlfriend, Julie.

Like I say, she's missing.

She just vanished from our place days back.

And er, where's that?

Erm, a commune. Sort of.

She rang me and says she's being held against her will.

Erm, when did she call?

Last night. From a public phone just here in Aidensfield.

Erm, her name's not Arlott, by any chance?

Yeah, it is. Yeah.

Is it someone you know, Mike?

No, erm... But I think I know where she might be being held. Come on.

Er, just one thing. She's pregnant.

About seven months gone.

Right. We'll get Maggie on the way, erm...

Don't worry. I'll explain later. Come on.

KNOCKING AT THE DOOR

MIKE: Mr Arlott?

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

DOORKNOB RATTLING

MIKE: Mr Arlott?

CAR DOOR CLOSES

KNOCKING CONTINUES

-Yes? - PC Mike Bradley.

I'd like to speak to your daughter.

My daughter?

Yes. We have reason to believe she's being held against her will.

- Now I'd like to speak to her. - I didn't say she was here.

MUFFLED THUDDING AND SHOUTING

JULIE SHOUTING

Just... Wait there a sec, could you?

[span][/span]JULIE: Somebody let me out!

DOORKNOB RATTLING

[span][/span]Help me!

BANGING CONTINUES

LOCK CLICKS

-It's all right. - I want to get out of here, please!

GASPS

All right, start breathing.

Come on, keep breathing. Let's go and lie down.

- Jackie, can you get my bag? - I don't wanna stay here.

No, come on. Come lie on the bed.

GROANS

MAGGIE: That's it. Keep breathing.

GASPING BREATHS

Very good.

That's it. Good girl.

That's it.

BREATHING HEAVILY

That's it. Good girl.

SHUDDERING BREATHS

When's the baby due?

Erm, not for another six weeks.

When did you last see the doctor?

Erm, I don't know. A few months ago.

All right, then.

Jackie, can you stay with her a minute?

Of course, yeah.

Mike...

Can you call the hospital

and tell them to alert the premature baby unit?

Is she gonna be all right?

It's not the mother I'm worried about. It's the baby.

BABY CRYING

SOFT MUSIC

BABY GURGLES

MUSIC CONTINUES

Julie's fine, but it'll be some time before she's out.

- And the baby? - He's very ill.

His lungs aren't working properly.

But h-he will... He will recover?

It's called Respiratory Distress Syndrome.

For premature babies, it can be fatal.

When can I see Julie?

I think she's seen enough of you for some time, don't you, Mr Arlott?

SIGHS

I was trying to "help" my daughter.

MAGGIE: Oh, really?

She should have had some proper antenatal care,

then things may not have gone wrong, but you never gave her a chance.

If you'd only left her where she was!

MAGGIE: You're no better!

Julie told me.

You kept her stuck in some godforsaken commune.

Some chance of proper antenatal care

in a place like that, right?

You're both as bad as each other.

You're equally to blame for what's happened to that baby.

WEAK CRIES

CRYING CONTINUES

How long did you intend to keep her locked up, Mr Arlott?

A day? A week? A month?

EXCLAIMS I don't know!

SIGHS

As long as it took for Julie to see

where her best interests lay.

Even though she was pregnant and above the age of consent?

I was doing what I thought was best for my daughter.

DOOR OPENS

She'd left home, you see.

LAUGHS WRYLY Ran away.

I never stopped trying to find her and when I finally did...

She was er... pregnant.

Living in a filthy...

"commune" with a hippy.

It happens. Spirit of the age, Mr Arlott.

Easily said, Sergeant.

Would you leave your only child in a situation like that?

I certainly wouldn't abduct her and keep her against her will,

and her so close to giving birth.

I "had" to do it!

Weston was planning to leave the country.

How do you mean?

He'd signed up to take a coach-load of hippies to erm...

CHUCKLES WRYLY

Katmandu next week.

He was planning to take Julie with him.

I "had" to get her away.

SIGHS

It was just until he'd left the country.

Julie...

is all I've got left in this world.

I had to help her.

I just didn't know how to do it, I suppose.

DOOR OPENS

BELL JANGLES

Oh, hello, David.

Mr Blaketon.

I need to take some money out, please.

Right.

You know, I've seen these before.

Oh, yeah, right. Well, they're Mr Greengrass's.

Really? Not George Seago's?

I never said that!

No, of course not.

So, er, tell me about them.

Oh, right. Yeah, well that one there...

Now, that's Bonnie.

Now she's "very" special.

Now why is Bonnie so special?

Because she's a flyer.

Now, that means that she's a champion racing ferret.

OSCAR CHUCKLES

What do they race for, packets of nuts?

Ha! Oh, no.

No. There's an absolute fortune in it.

Come on, David. You're having me on.

I mean, who would bet good money on ferrets?

Well, Boy Bryden would, for one.

Boy Bryden?

Now, who's he?

Well, he's that rich farmer from Norfolk. He...

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Blaketon.

I think I've said all I can on this now.

Well, you haven't told me yet where I could enjoy ferret racing

like other members of the public.

But don't you worry.

I'll just have to ask... Mr Greengrass.

No, please don't do that! Cos he'll take it all t'wrong way.

Well, then...

It'll just have to be our little secret, won't it?

Just between you and me.

'Ey?

Have you got a minute, both of you?

Now, our imposter, he first appears here.

Next, here.

And that's that.

Before, between-times and after... nothing.

So what are you saying, he lives close to the incident area?

I've checked the names of everyone that lives within

ten minutes' bike time of the incidents,

and there's no link of any kind.

Well, no link with our most promising lead, either.

Oh, an ex-police bike was bought in auction at Leeds.

We checked the address of the new owner.

- He left ten years ago. - Where was that?

Rochester, Kent.

- What was his name? - Erm...

A Mr B Taplow.

Ring any bells, Alf?

- Taplow? - MIKE: Mmm.

PC Charlie Taplow.

He was assigned here nearly years ago.

He had a terrible drink problem.

I had to warn him time after time.

I covered up for him once.

Until he hurt someone, driving while drunk.

Well, what happened?

Well, er...

I was assigned to the accident.

And Charlie...

He asked me to hush it up again.

Anyway, he was dismissed from the force.

He blamed me for it, of course.

Well, years ago, Alf...

The bloke we're looking for is young, about .

Oh no. It wouldn't have been Charlie.

Anyway, he moved to the south and was dead within five years.

Where did he move to?

Rochester, Kent.

What?!

And he had a son called Brian.

BOTH: B Taplow.

Mr Bryden?

Boy Bryden.

You won't know my name,

but you'll be interested in what I have to say nonetheless.

CHUCKLES

Well, just a little chat about...

racing ferrets

and a certain Mr George Seago.

DOOR OPENS

FOREBODING MUSIC

SOFT MUSIC

He started breathing properly this morning.

Just like that. Out of nowhere.

I thought he was gonna die, Maggie.

We came to see Julie.

Julie's fine.

The baby's out of danger.

That's wonderful news.

SOBS

I didn't think he was going to make it!

Poor little thing!

He struggled so hard to live!

GASPING SOB

I'm sorry. It's...

It's just been too much!

I didn't want to talk about my pregnancy.

It just reminded me how happy it had made Neil.

That's what the educational trust was all about.

Yes.

After he died...

everything just went out of the window.

Especially the thought of coping with a child.

SNIFFS

Do you know what really hurts the most?

I never even said goodbye to him.

You can't blame yourself for that, Maggie.

Oh, but I do.

We had a row, and, we never made it up.

I just got on that train and... left him standing there.

I keep thinking about what I would have...

What I should have said.

Then Julie happened.

To see her child struggling...

Fighting for every breath.

Wanting so desperately to live and...

It made me think of our baby...

mine and Neil's.

SIGHS SOFTLY

I want our child so much.

LIGHT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

ENGINE REVVING

INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION

MAN ON RADIO: 'Delta Alpha - . Report in, please.'

RADIO BUZZING

MAN : 'Delta Alpha - , receiving. Go ahead, Ashfordly.'

MAN : 'Report of an attack on a motorist

at the Pennor picnic place.'

BIRDS TWITTERING

ENGINE REVVING

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES

ENGINE OFF

VAN DOOR CREAKS

VAN DOOR THUDDING

WIND GUSTING

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES

BIKE ENGINE REVVING

ENGINE OFF

BANGS ON WINDOW

Are you the moron who reported an attack?

I don't think I like your attitude, officer.

Listen to me, any more lip from you and you're nicked, you got that?

I'll have to report you if you keep this up.

- For a start, give me your name. -Write it down!

PC Ventress.

- Really? - Really.

That makes two of us.

GRUNTING

Hello, Doug.

DOUG GROANS

CELL DOOR CREAKS CLOSED

- Ventress? - Sarge.

Your experience and local knowledge

was the key factor in getting a result.

It was... a mistake on my part to exclude you from the case.

My apologies.

Well done.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDING

Humble pie!

DOOR CLOSES

EGGS CRACKING

BABY COOS

How is he?

He'll be all right now.

Thanks for... letting me come.

Do you, er... Do you know where you'll be living?

Jimmy's found a place.

SCOFFS

Until he goes swanning off to Katmandu.

He's not going. We'll be living here.

SIGHS

Live? How? On what?

I don't know.

But we'll manage. We're a family.

I'm sorry, Julie.

For everything.

So am I.

I wish your mother...

So many things could have been different for us.

But, that's how it goes.

BABY COOS

You'll take care of yourself and... my grandson?

Dad?

Maybe you'll hear from me.

SIGHS SOFTLY

I hope so.

Goodbye.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDING

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

GEORGE: Claude!

In here!

What are you doing in there?

There's quid in that envelope, and I want the lot

on the first price that comes up on the board.

Oh, er, aren't you coming in?

No! I can't let Bryden see me.

And don't think of trying owt, cos somebody will be watching you.

Who?

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

Anybody'd think you don't trust me(!)

MUSIC CONTINUES

Pretty impressive, in't it?

Right look, David. You'd better get over there and get signed in.

- All right? - Where are you going?

I'm going to put George's money on.

What about "our" bet?

I've gotta get George's money on first,

otherwise we won't collect.

He's got somebody watching me and I don't know who it is.

I'll take a chance on getting our money on

after Bryden's backed his.

Just make sure you've signed in. All right, son?

MUSIC CONTINUES

Mr Greengrass's Bonnie.

Fill in the form, please, sir.

MUSIC CONTINUES

Now then, ladies and gentlemen. Next, the main event of the evening.

The Boy Bryden World All-Comers' Challenge.

A purse of guineas at stake here,

generously put up by no less a person than Mr Bryden himself.

Boy Bryden!

APPLAUSE

They didn't query owt, then when you signed her in?

- Oh, no. - Good.

- Did you get our money on? - No. I got George's on though.

But they wiped it off the board.

I'll go and see if they've chalked it up again.

- I'll get Bonnie ready, then. - Right.

- Hey! - What?

What's happened?

I thought this might go on.

She'sfast asleep, in't it? She's been got at.

That Bryden's so bent he couldn't lie straight in bed!

You'd better swap her over with Clyde.

CHUCKLES

You're not gonna race Clyde, are ya?

Just do it, will you, David? I've got to see a man about a bet.

You're not gonna put our money on Clyde?!

I can't believe this has happened.

Well, playing at being coppers is a dangerous game.

He got it off his father, Gina.

Yeah, but he didn't have to get himself arrested for it.

SIGHS

I still don't even know what his real name is.

Brian.

Brian Taplow. Doug was his middle name.

What did he say? What started it off?

Just being close to Ashfordly, knowing Alf was still here.

He couldn't resist getting his own back.

SIGHS

Is it me, or are you jealous?

What? SIGHS

Well, it's just that you always end up arresting my fellas.

All right, ladies and gentlemen, in the yellow channel,

Mr Malby with Silver Ghost.

CHEERING

In the blue channel, Mr Bryden with Lightfoot.

CHEERING

In the red channel, Mr Bluett with Tartan Leader.

CHEERING

In the green channel, Mr Greengrass with Bonnie.

CROWD FALLS SILENT

Handlers, are you ready?

MAN: Yeah.

Then on your marks... Get set...

Go!

MUSIC: 'Keep On Running' by Spencer Davis Group

CROWD SHOUTING

Come on, come on, come on! Come on, come on!

ROWDY CHATTER

MUSIC CONTINUES

INDISTINCT CHATTER

CROWD SHOUTING

CROWD CHEERING

The winner from the blue channel Mr Bryden's Lightfoot!

CHEERING

APPLAUSE

MUSIC CONTINUES

Here. You'd better get your racing machine a new engine.

- What happened? - I'll tell you what happened.

Your famous Bonnie trailed in last.

- Bonnie?! Last?! - CLAUDE: Yeah.

Ask whoever it was you had watching me if you don't believe me.

It's one thing to do it in practice,

another to do it in the competition!

You never took that into consideration, did you?

I've got every penny of your bet on. Here's your receipt.

Thank you for wasting my time and your money!

Come on.

Here you are, David. There's your share of the winnings.

Eh? How come we won?

Cos I backed the ferret that came first.

You backed Bryden's ferret?!

Love a duck.

You know what, Mr Greengrass?

You're brilliant.

That sounds like me.

Hello, Seago.

VAN DOOR CLOSES What do you want?

Well, er, Greengrass's ferret took a beating tonight, didn't it?

But then again, you and I both know it wasn't his ferret, was it?

Lady Fortune does indeed move in most mysterious ways.

And if I never see you again...

it'll be too soon.

Bloody shopkeeper!

Mrs Challis, I was only just saying we're all erm...

- We're all very proud of you. - Oh, aye?

If not for you, that business could have been a tragedy.

There's not much gets past me, you know?

I may be old, but I'm not senile.

I see what I see, and I know what I know.

I was just telling Mr Blaketon...

An opium den.

- In Aidensfield. Humph. - Er, opium?

- Do you know how they bring it in? - Right, well...

Ice cream van. Would you believe it?

They thought they were very clever but I was onto it straight away.

It's the sailor, you see? He's behind it.

Oh, no, he doesn't bring it in. He's not the mule...

THEME MUSIC PLAYING

It's in the ice cream cones.

# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss

# When my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss

# Stay in my memory? #