08x22 - Old Ties

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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: 'I'll Be There' by Gerry And The Pacemakers

# Meet me on the corner when the lights are coming on

# And I'll be there

# I promise, I'll be there

# Down the empty streets we'll disappear into the dawn

# If you have dreams enough to share... #

ALAN: Right. I telephoned the butcher's.

The wine merchant's coming first thing.

You're going to the market for fruit and veg.

Alan, we've been over it a dozen times!

- I know, but... - But nothing!

Come and have a drink. Put that list away.

Yeah. Last-minute jitters.

Look, we know what we're doing. Everything's ready.

ALAN SIGHS

ALAN: You're right. You're right.

DENNIS: If anyone's going to be nervous,

it'll be Egon Ronay!

ALAN LAUGHS

I'll drink to that!

GLASSES CLINK

WATER GUSHING

Come on, David. If you don't do it, you'll never learn!

Tickle its belly till it stops wriggling.

Imagine it's your girlfriend.

I haven't got a girlfriend.

No, well, I did say use your imagination, didn't I?

- Oh! - What'sup?

It swum off.

I think you can forget about ever getting married.

We'll have to make do with what we've got. Bung 'em in the bag.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Come on, David.

OWL HOOTS IN DISTANCE

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE

GLASS SHATTERS

Yeah. Yes.

PHIL: Yes, of course.

Yes, Mr Young. Yeah, we'll look into it.

Yes, Mr Young. Goodbye, Mr Young.

Flipping loony.

RAYMOND: Who was that, Bellamy?

Oh, erm... Mr Young. Terence Young, Sarge.

I don't recognise the name.

He owns the big house on the road to Eltering.

Rumour has it he's a bit strange. Hardly ever leaves the place.

What did he want?

Somebody's been poaching his trout.

I wonder who that might be(!)

It's not Greengrass's usual territory.

All the same, pay him a visit, will you?

Yes, Sarge.

And Bellamy, we're paid to serve the public.

Treat them with respect, loonies or otherwise.

Do I make myself clear?

Perfectly, Sarge.

GLASS BEING SWEPT

Well, first job is to get it boarded up.

No, I don't think you understand, Mr Taylor.

We need the glass put in immediately. No boards, glass.

Hello there. PC Bradley, Ashfordly.

I believe you had a bit of trouble last night, Mr Jackson.

Yes, I'm Alan. This is my brother, Dennis.

- Thanks for coming so quickly. - That's OK.

When did you, er, discover the damage?

Well, first thing this morning.

But the real problem is getting it fixed in time.

You're er...

- You're opening tonight? - Well yes!

You'll be able to fix it, won't you, Basil?

Well, of course I can fix it, PC Bradley!

The question is when?

I do have other customers, you know!

Well, of course you do.

You're the best glazier in the North Riding.

Aye.

Well, I dare say I can, er,

reorganise my schedule just this once.

Good man.

- Thanks, officer. - That's OK. It's er...

It's not much of a welcome having your window smashed.

I'll make a couple of enquiries and keep you informed.

- All the best for tonight. - Oh.

- Thank you. - It's all right.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDING

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

Oh, we're not open yet.

Hiya, Gina.

BOTTLE CLINKS

Debbie! GASPS

- Debbie Logan! - The one and only.

What are you doing here?

That's a fine way to greet your oldest, bestest friend!

I've come to see you, stupid!

GINA LAUGHS IN DELIGHT

Oh, I don't believe it!

Oh! Anyone would think you hadn't heard from me in ages.

- It's six years, Debs! -I wrote.

Oh yeah! A sum total of three postcards.

Oh, I never was one for words.

Anyway, I'm here now, and I intend to make it up to you.

Well, I just hope I don't live to regret this.

Gina, how can you say that?

Because, Debbie Logan, when I hung round with you,

I was never out of trouble!

I hope you haven't gone old and boring?

No way!

Right, then.

Look out, Aidensfield, here we come!

TRANQUIL MUSIC

BLEATING

PHIL: Claude!

Can I have a word?

CLAUDE: As long as it's not obscene.

Mr Young is missing a few rainbow trout.

Is he? I see, and as usual it's down to yours truly, is it?

He's not very pleased, Claude.

And he's not a man you'd want as an enemy.

- You know what they say about him? -No, what's that?

Well, they say he did away with his poor old mother

to get his hands on her money.

Yeah, and pigs might...

So you wouldn't be worried about going on his land then?

Tickling a few trout.

Are you trying to lull me into making some sort of confession?

Cos you've got no chance!

You haven't answered my question, Claude.

Why don't you do us all a favour and get yourself a proper job?

All right. Well, I'll be back, Claude.

CLAUDE: I'll be waiting.

It looks like an isolated incident, Sarge.

There were no other reports of damage in Ashfordly last night.

This glazier fellow is going to get the job done pronto?

Er, with a little persuasion, yeah.

That's good. I happen to be taking Mrs Craddockthere this evening.

Really, Sarge?

Don't sound so surprised, Bradley.

Like any rare flower, Mrs Craddock needs a lot of care and attention.

Thank you.

BUZZ OF BACKGROUND CONVERSATION

INDISTINCT CHATTER

So, what can I get you, Professor?

Let's see. Four pints of bitter.

Er, two orange juices and a whisky and soda, please.

Thirsty work digging, is it?

Digging? I could do with a bit of that.

I've got a couple of ditches round one of my fields

needs a bit of clearing out.

Professor Talbot Booth's an archaeologist, Claude.

I know that, don't I?

It don't stop him being interested in a few readies.

Cos it looks as if you've got a few thirsty gulletsto provide for.

W-w-w-w-what are you up to, you and your lot?

Well, we've come up to this lovely part of the world

in search of ancient relics.

Oh yeah? You'd better keep on the move then.

Or he'll be sticking a label on you!

LAUGHS

Well, I know you were young and in love,

but to just vanish without even a goodbye.

I was dying to tell you, G, honest. But I couldn't risk it.

If my mum and dad found out they'd have k*lled me.

And I was desperate to go.

We were so much in love.

I know. I was dead jealous, really.

A handsome man in uniform sweeping you off your feet.

It must have been so romantic.

It was at first.

And glamorous!

I mean, you got to see some exotic places.

I'd hardly call the inside of married quarters exotic, would you?

CLICKS TONGUE So what happened, then?

I don't know.

It just went wrong and I don't know how.

I just know it was all for nothing.

I'm sorry, Debs.

SIGHS

Come on. I'll show you your room.

GINA SIGHS

I might be wrong,

but I get the impression Auntie Mary isn't very keen on me.

Oh, take no notice of her.

BUZZ OF CONVERSATION

W-w-w-w-what exactly is it you're actually digging for, then?

The treasures of Wulfstan The Wealthy.

Wulfstan The...

- You've just made that name up! - Not at all.

He was, er, reputed to be

the richest Anglo-Saxon chieftain of all.

They say that when he died,

two ox-drawn carts were used to carry his treasures to the grave.

A-a-a-and y-y-y-you think he's sort of buried round here, do you?

Oh, we're digging in the, er, the abbey.

One of the more likely sites.

Unfortunately, we've been unable to gain access to the other.

W-w-w-where's that, then?

It's on land belonging to a most disagreeable fellow.

Mr Terence Young.

- Oh. Oh. - Oh, youknowhim?

We're not what you might call intimate.

He simply refuses to let us dig on his property.

And yet, I'm convinced there's a burial site there.

Near the river. Next to the standing stone.

Really? W-w-w-well, best of luck with it.

Good health. Thank you very much.

I think I might know where that burial site might be.

Before you ask, Claude, the answer's no.

I'm not going onto Mr Young's land and I am not digging up graves.

You don't think I'd ask ya to do something like that?

-I suppose not. - Well, you're wrong.

She hasn't got anywhere else to go!

And whose fault is that?

What do you want me to do? Throw her out on the street?

I'm just saying, she's trouble.

Always has been!

Your mother couldn't wait to see the back of her!

Look, Debbie's my mate and I'm dead pleased to see her.

Anyway, we'll have an extra pair of hands around the place.

Oh! Offering her a job now, are you?

I might just do that!

EXHALES HEAVILY

MUSIC: 'Spring' by Vivaldi

LOW BUZZ OF CONVERSATION

We're not the only ones eating out.

I'm not surprised. It's a very generous offer.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS

ALAN: Good evening...

Good evening. We received one of these coupons.

Your opening night offer.

Oh yes. Promising a free meal for two.

I know. You weren't the only ones.

Ladies and gentlemen, please may I have your attention?

Thank you.

It seems as though there's been some sort of a misunderstanding.

It looks like we've been the victims of a practical joke.

SHOCKED EXCLAMATIONS

Well, we will try to serve as many of you as we can,

and as a sign of good faith,

there'll be no charge for those of you with coupons.

GRATEFUL MURMURS

So this is where you've got to.

We called to pick you up on our way here.

Oh, I thought I'd make my own way. I fancied something to eat.

Oh, I see.

MIKE: Phew! I fancy one of those.

Here we go.

Pickled onions and bananas with lashings of salad cream.

Thanks, Mary. Mike?

Well, on the other hand I think I'll just stick to my usual.

WOMEN LAUGH

I didn't know you were taking on extra staff, Mary.

It wasn't my idea.

And you remember I said that when things go horribly wrong.

Has Mary been filling you in? This is an old mate of mine, Debbie.

Pleased to meet you.

- Hiya. - MIKE: Hi.

Well, she hasn't got you working already, has she?

Oh, we couldn't have our Debbie pulling pints now, could we(?)

Exactly, Mary. I'm going to make sure Gina has some fun.

CLASSICAL MUSIC IN BACKGROUND

That was simply divine.

Thank you. It's really Dennis who should take the credit.

Oh. Do I detect a compliment?

MRS CRADDOCK: You most certainly do.

That's the best meal we've had since we moved here, isn't it?

- Yes. - That's very kind of you.

Oh, I mean it. The locals seem to exist on a diet of fish and chips.

RAYMOND: My officer tells me you're newcomers yourselves.

What made you choose Ashfordly?

Excuse my husband asking so many questions.

He can't seem to leave his sergeant's cap at home!

No, there's no need. No, we needed a change of scene.

We'd always had the idea to start up a restaurant.

Dennis had come into some money. I'd lost my wife.

And then this property came up. We knew the area, so here we are.

Any idea who the practical joker is?

None at all. We don't really know anyone around here.

A bit unfortunate, after that brick through the window last night.

We've put it down to experience. Life's too short, don't you think?

All the same, if you'd like to drop by the station.

He has his got own interest at heart, you know?

Absolutely.I think we could get used to coming here.

Don't you, cariad?

WATER GUSHING

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

CLAUDE: David, I reckon this is the place he meant.

Yeah, get...

Get digging round here. All right, David?

- Aren't you going to help us? - With my knees?

Look, you do yours, I'll do mine.

You do the digging. I'll make sure you're not interrupted.

SPADE SCRAPING

Just try and take the top surface offfor a bit.

Don't go down too deep!

RAYMOND: We could put the broken window down to bad luck.

A drunk on his way home.

But this business with coupons is a different kettle of fish.

And the fact it happened the next day.

It just seems like too much of a coincidence.

What about competition?

Was there much interest in the sale of the restaurant?

There was another potential buyer.

We came in at the eleventh hour and outbid him.

Perhaps he wasn't too pleased at losing out.

Do you have a name?

No.

If we found out who handled the sale, Sarge,

we could track down the other bidder.

Yes, Bradley. You look into that.

And, Bellamy, see if these coupons are printed locally.

Yes, Sarge.

With any luck, we'll catch this joker in no time.

ENGINE REVVING

CAR DRIVING PAST

SCREAMS

- Mike! - Sorry.

LAUGHS What are you doing here?

Well, I didn't think I'd need an excuse to see you.

You don't.

KISSES

You know the new restaurant that's just opened, The Willow Restaurant?

That sounds great. When are we going?

Er, erm...

Well, whenever... Er...

STAMMERS This week?

Yeah.

SIGHS Actually, erm...

I... I need some information.

I knew it.

Y-you couldn't tell me who the other bidder was, could you?

-No. - Please?

OK.

Sid Wainwright. Owns a builders yard in Ashfordly.

Great! Thanks.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Erm, I'll er... I'll call you later.

DOOR CLOSES

DAVID GRUNTS

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

SPADE SCRAPING

Hey, David. W-what's that shining?

Down in the corner.

Right at the bottom. What is it?

Don't bang it about! It's old. You'll break it.

Hey!

Please, can we go home now, Mr Greengrass?

Yeah. Fill the hole in and we'll get gone.

Fill it in?!

We don't want somebody coming

and taking advantage of all our hard work, do we?

Our?!

Don't be pedantic! Just fill it in.

BIRDS TWITTERING

SPADE SCRAPING

MIKE: Mr Wainwright? Can we have a word?

We're investigating a number of incidents at the Willow Restaurant.

Wondering if you could give us a hand?

Where?

Well, you should know. You tried to buy it. Amber Street.

Oh, that place.

It wasn't called The Willow when I were after it.

The new owner must have renamed it.

Owners. The Jackson brothers.

If you say so, old love.

PHIL: Come on. You know who they are.

They bought the place from under your nose.

That's the housing market for you, constable.

You don't know who you can trust.

I can't imagine you were too pleased about it, were you?

You win some, you lose some.

CLATTERING

So, these incidents. What happened exactly?

There was a brick through the window and coupons promising free food.

- And they're accusing me? - PHIL: No. We didn't say that.

But we know you had an interest in the property.

I've an interest in Leeds United, flower.

TOOLS CLATTERING

But that doesn't make me a footballer.

So, you don't know anything about it?

You blokes never learn, do you?

DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE

How do you mean?

You've not got a scrap of evidence. So, if you don't mind...

CAR DOOR CLOSES

ENGINE TURNS OVER

ENGINE REVVING

FOREBODING MUSIC

All right, sunshine.

Whoa! Hey!

I want a word with you.

ALAN CRIES IN PAIN

ALAN GROANING

GRUNTING

Police!

GREGORIAN CHANT

BIRDS CRYING

I mean, I don't mind it being bought for the nation,

so long as it's in readies.

It's Victorian, I'd say. Not Anglo-Saxon.

As far as I'm concerned, it's of no value to me.

CLAUDE: Hm.

Hear that? Victorian.

You'll have to dig a bit deeper, mate.

-Deeper? - It'll do you good.

You can do with losing a bit of weight.

Don't you dare!

Am I getting through to you?

I don't like people who go running to t'cops.

Get off him! Get out of here!

Shut it. You see this?

This is to remind you not to do it again!

Wainwright, let him go now!

SCUFFLING

I'll have you!

PHIL: Come on. Come on.

- You all right? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm glad you came in when you did.

DEBBIE: I can see why you decided to stay, G. It's gorgeous.

And you seem to fit in really well around here.

Yeah, I suppose I do.

I envy you that.

That's one of the things about being an Army wife.

You're never in one place long enough to settle.

I'm surprised you never got married though.

LAUGHS

Yeah, well, it might look like paradise,

but there's more sheep around here than blokes!

We could always go back to Liverpool.

Find a couple of scallies from Bootle!

BOTH LAUGHING

BOTH: No way!

BOTH LAUGHING

There's got to be some decent fellas around here.

We need a good night out.

Yeah, we do.

Come on! You might as well admit to the rest.

The brick through the window, the coupons.

I told you before, old love.

I don't know what they're talking about.

Look, you wanted that property. You had it in for the Jacksons.

And we saw you commit the as*ault.

It's in your best interest to cooperate with us.

If we charge you with as*ault

occasioning actual bodily harm, Mr Wainwright,

you could end up with a sizeable prison sentence.

SIGHS All right.

I chucked the brick.

I'd had a few pints. I were that mad.

But that's all I did.

I don't know nowt about no coupons.

So, have you decided?

What do you think about Ernest for a boy?

Well, it...

I'm not serious.

BOTH LAUGH

- What about Christopher? - Mm.

Or... Michael?

I wasn't going to say that!

So, how's it going, you and Mike?

So far, so good.

Yeah, it's great.

But I didn't come here to prattle on about him.

No, prattle all you like.

I'm really pleased for you both.

You're being very brave, Maggie.

Is everything all right?

Mm. Up and down.

I think about Neil, but I've got the baby to plan for too.

I'm really looking forward to it.

You know, it's really keeping me going.

Well, if I can help in any way.

How are you at changing nappies?

CHUCKLES SOFTLY

SPADE SCRAPING

BIRD CAWS

DAVID GRUNTS

Hey, I think I've found something.

What are you waiting for, a round of applause? What is it?

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Urgh!

What's that?

CLAUDE: Could be interesting. It's a bit of bone, this.

See if you can find owt else.

What's that?

Hey, I think we're in the money here.

CLAUDE: Look at that. It's a W.

-W? - Yeah, one that way.

Then you turn it round and one there.

You know what it stands for, don't ya?

Wulfstan The Wealthy.

- Oh, good. Can we go home now? -No, we can't.

Look, get digging!

Come on, there might be some more!

MUSIC: 'I'm Into Something Good' by The Herman's Hermits

# There's something special on my mind

# Last night I met a new girl in the neighbourhood

# Whoa, yeah

# Something tells me... #

You know, you remind me of Lulu.

Wrong colour hair.

Ah, well, it must be your personality, then.

- Actually, I do a bit of singing. - I knew it! I said, didn't I, Gav?

She looks like one of them birds off Ready Steady Go!

GINA: Get lost!

- Same again? - Mm. Please.

SIGHS

- What do you reckon? - You made a big impression there.

He's really cute, isn't he? That Gavin's dead nice as well.

He's all right.

MUSIC CONTINUES

DAVID GRUNTS

METALLIC THUDDING

CLAUDE: What's that?

It's some sort of box.

Well, get it out! Let's see what's in it.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

DAVID GRUNTS

No, that's never gonna budge, Mr Greengrass.

It's far too heavy. You'll have to give us a hand.

Don't talk daft. If I get in there, I'll never get out again.

DAVID GRUNTS

ALAN: Thanks, Ken. Good night.

SOFT LAUGHTER

CAR DRIVES OFF

EXHALES HEAVILY

I'm done in.

You're not complaining, are you?

CHUCKLES

Not with those takings.

It can be as busy as that every night as far as I'm concerned.

You know, I was standing here earlier tonight

and it suddenly hit me.

We might actually do it.

Do what?

Make a go of this place.

Forget the past.

No question.

Now, before you get too philosophical,

put that money away and pour me a drink.

Ah.

MUSIC: 'Twist And Shout' by The Beatles

# You twist so fine twist so fine

# Come on and twist a little closer now

# So that I know that you're mine

# Well, shake it, shake it shake it, baby, now

# Shake it, shake it shake it, baby, now

# Well, shake it, shake it shake it, baby, now

# Shake it baby

# Ah, ah, ah, ah #

SONG ENDS

CHEERING

MUSIC: 'Hippy Hippy Shake' by The Swinging Blue Jeans

Oh! I love this one!

GINA SIGHS

Ah! That was great!

It's ages since I've had a good bop.

You're a lovely mover.

Oh! Listen to him!

Come on, Debbie. About time we bought a round.

Actually, G, I think I'm going to go.

What? What for?!

Debbie!

I'll have to go after her.

# Oh the hippy hippy shake

# Well, I shake it to the left you shake it to the right..

MUFFLED MUSIC

DEBBIE SIGHS

# Yeah, come on and shake...

Debbie!

# Well, it's in the bag... #

Debbie! What do you think you're doing?

Look, I want to go.

What?! But it's still early.

I'm enjoying myself.

- Look, this was your idea! -I know.

Taxi!

I'm just not ready to meet new fellas yet. You go back in.

How can I? I'll have to come with you!

Gina, where are you going?

Can you take me to Aidensfield?

I'll be fine. You go back in. Enjoy yourself.

SIGHS

ENGINE REVVING

Come on, Gina.

OK!

GINA SIGHS

Try and get the spade underneath it, David,

a-and prise it up!

Go right down and...

DAVID GRUNTS

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Hey, what's that, Mr Greengrass?

MR YOUNG: Who's there?

It's Mr Young! What shall we do?

Who's there? Show yourselves!

g*nsh*t Scarper! Come on.

Come on, David! g*nsh*t

DOG BARKING

FOREBODING MUSIC

What's this, the Marie Celeste?Bernie?

FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

Oh, there you are.

Heya, look, I want to see if you can do me a favour.

Can you tell me if these bones are human or not?

BERNIE SNIFFS

- How should I know? - You're in the trade, aren't you?

I deal with bodies, Claude, not bones!

But you must know what bit goes with what bit.

I'll see what I can do. Where did you get them from?

On second thoughts, I don't want to know.

Don't let that concern you.

I just want to know they're not something the dog buried, all right?

Don't worry, if they're right, there'll be a pint in it for ya.

Your generosity never ceases to amaze me(!)

Ah well, I sometimes surprise myself, don't I?

Is it worth it? You know as well as I do who did that.

Instead of moaning, Dennis, why don't you give us a hand?

You might get rid of the paint, but there'll be something else.

What's been going on here?

Oh, nothing a bit of white spirit won't remove.

I don't know I'd be so cheery

in view of everything that's happened.

Have you reported it?

DENNIS: No, we just thought we'd clean it up.

Well, if it is Wainwright, he won't get away with it.

Well, we don't want any trouble. Perhaps it's best to leave it.

You don't want us to have a word with him?

We'd prefer to forget it.

Thanks for your help.

DOOR OPENS

BOTTLES CLINKING

I'm really sorry about last night, Gina.

I should think you are.

You really messed it up good and proper.

I mean, Gavin was like a spare part!

The whole evening just fizzled out.

Will you be seeing Col again?

Well, I doubt it!

It's all my fault.

Look, I don't want to talk about it, Debbie.

Will you just let me explain?

Please, Gina?

SIGHS

When my marriage broke up, it just took the wind out of me.

I wanted kids, house and a garden, the white picket fence, you know?

And look at me.

I've got nothing.

I know I should go out and try and meet another fella,

but any time I try, I just think, "What's the point?"

I'm really, really sorry that I messed things up for ya.

It's just I don't know what to do. I've got nowhere to go.

Look, you don't have to go anywhere.

You can stay here as long as you like.

OK?

SNIFFS

MUSIC: 'Winchester Cathedral' by The New Vaudeville Band

# Winchester Cathedral

# You're bringing me down... #

CLAUDE: Morning, Professor.

I don't think you'll get far with that trowel.

I've got a couple of good shovels you can have cheap.

Go away, Mr Greengrass.

Can't you see you're interrupting important work?

I might be a new boy, but I think I'm digging up

a few more important things than you are.

It seems to me that your primary enthusiasm is for profit.

Really? So you won't be interested in my latest find then?

No.

This isn't like the last bit of rubbish.

I had to risk life and limb to get this.

Put it in that tray.

If I get a chance, I'll have a look at it.

Right. Don't forget who it, who it belongs to.

PROFESSOR TALBOT: Good day, Mr Greengrass.

It will be, if that's what I think it is.

SIGHS

Did they give a reason for not reporting the graffiti?

Not really. I got the impression they didn't want our help.

They weren't even interested when I mentioned Wainwright.

He'd hardly risk getting caught considering all the trouble he's in.

We must be missing something.

We know Wainwright broke the window.

But the coupons... It's just not his style.

Do we know who placed the order with the printers, Bellamy?

Townsend's didn't know anything about it.

What about Johnson's?

They were closed when I went round.

- Better get down there, Bradley. - Will do, Sarge.

FOREBODING MUSIC

What is it?

Oh, it's nothing.

- Show me. - It's nothing.

PAPER RUSTLING

"This isn't going to stop."

"I'm not going anywhere until I close you down."

We'll have to tell the police, Alan.

We can't. You know we can't.

We don't have any choice.

We might as well just pack up and leave!

We're staying!

We're not going to be driven out.

I don't want to go any more than you do.

- So let's stand up and fight! - How?!

If you won't let me go to the police...

I'll have to sort it out myself.

CHAIR SCRAPES

DOOR OPENS

What are you going to do, Dennis?

This won't solve anything!

ENGINE TURNS OVER

ENGINE REVVING

Well, I reckon they're human, all right. From here.

CLAUDE: Yeah.

You got them off Terence Young's land, didn't you?

CLAUDE: It's a vague possibility.

You know, they say he did away with his old mother.

If you believe that you'll knit fog, won't you?

She never passed through my hands.

Perhaps he arranged a more 'discreet' interment.

I-I don't suppose y-you know w-what her first name was, do you?

As a matter of fact, I do.

I laid her late husband to rest. It were Winifred.

With a W.

You get sharper every day, Claude.

Well, does that mean it's not Whatsit The Wealthy's grave, then?

Not necessarily, David. There's still the box, in't there?

You know what we've gotta do, don't ya?

We're not going back there?!

We've got to! It could be worth a fortune.

Don't worry about it. I'll be with ya.

Till summat goes wrong.

DEBBIE: How can you say that? I don't owe you anything.

Give me one good reason why I should!

Understand what, exactly?!

All right! All right, I'll meet you there.

What's the matter, Debbie? What was all that about?

Nothing. I've got to go.

Where to?

Debbie, what's going on?!

DOOR OPENS

Yeah, I remember. She ordered . Ta.

"She"? Do you remember what she looks like?

'Ey, we wouldn't forget her in a hurry, would we?

She were a cr*cker.

Could you, er... Could you be a bit more specific?

Er...

She sounded just like that, er, Cilla Black, you know?

- Did she? - Yeah!

Eh, she's not in some sort of trouble, is she?

Only, there were this bloke in here before

and he were looking for her, too.

CAR APPROACHING

ENGINE REVVING

DAVID GROANS

DAVID: I'm never gonna be able to get this open!

It's all rusted up!

We're just gonna have to leave it.

What are you talking about, leave it?!

Y-you're so defeatist, David!

We'll have that box open if it kills us.

OMINOUS MUSIC

BIRDS TWITTERING

BUZZ OF BACKGROUND CONVERSATION

Gina.

Is Debbie here?

No, she's not. I'm glad you've come round, Mike.

- I'm really worried about her. - How do you mean?

Well, she got a phone call and then she dashed out.

She seemed really upset.

- Where's her room? - I'll show you.

ENGINE REVVING

GRAVEL CRUNCHES

CAR DOORS OPEN

They're down there.

I never thought I'd be so pleased to see a copper!

He's only threatening to k*ll us!

I were very tempted, believe you me.

I think we've got the situation under control, Mr Young.

If you would?

I tell you, it's not the first time he'd have done away with somebody.

- What?! - Yeah.

Here. Ask him about this.

And at the same time, ask him about his mother.

Here, give me that.

Where did you find this?

- This belonged to my mother. - CLAUDE: Yeah, I'm sure it did.

If I'm not mistaken, I think you'll find we're standing on her!

This is it.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Debbie Jackson, is that her name?

Her married name, yeah. Why?

- What was her husband called? - Alan.

What's going on, Mike?

Erm, I'm not sure.

Erm...

There's er... There's something I've got to check out.

- Well, can I come with ya? - No, you'd best not.

There's a chance she might come here, so er...

Look, I'll erm... I'll go to the Willow Restaurant.

Do me a favour...

Call Sergeant Craddock and tell him to meet me there, all right?

- OK. - Thanks.

DOOR CLOSES

So your mother's bracelet was buried here?

Towards the end of her life, my mother became a little deranged.

She started wandering off on her own.

Then I discovered she was burying things in the grounds.

- This is valuable! - How valuable?

Well, only to me. It's a family heirloom.

My mother spent her last years in a Scarborough nursing home.

It was for her own safety.

What about the bones?

-What bones? - Show him, David.

PHIL: What's going on, Claude?

You'll see.

VAN DOOR SLAMS

Officer, I know nothing about this!

-What about your mother? - Well, she died in her sleep!

The nursing home will vouch for that!

Ah! Mr Greengrass. Thank goodness!

Mr Scripps told me I might find you here.

And you are?

My name is Talbot Booth. I'm a professor of Archaeology.

Would you mind giving me that?

It might be an important piece of evidence, sir.

Oh, don't be ridiculous, man!

These are the remains of Wulfstan The Wealthy!

And you are standing on an archaeological site

of great importance!

CLAUDE: S-s-so that thing I brought you with the two 'W's...

- That was the real thing, were it? - Indeed it was.

Mr Young...

If you would only reconsider and let me investigate this site,

I promise you we'd try and keep disruption to a minimum.

PROFESSOR: Mr Young?

Well, it would mean a lot to me

if my mother's possessions could be recovered.

I give you my word.

Well, then, I suppose I should give my consent.

You won't regret it, Mr Young. Thank you so much.

Excuse me, would you mind getting out of there?

PHIL: Well, that just leaves you then, Claude.

Will you be pressing charges, Mr Young?

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

FOREBODING MUSIC

BIKE ENGINE REVVING

Gina's friend Debbie used to be married to Alan Jackson.

I think she's responsible for the sabotage.

- But what reason could she have? - I don't know exactly.

But we know the problems with the restaurant started

about the same time she came to the area.

Now, the description given to me by the printer sounded like her.

- Is er, is Debbie here? - No. Dennis went looking for her.

I'm afraid he's going to do something stupid.

Do you know where he's gone?

I can only think of one place he might have taken her.

Right. Get in the car, please.

ENGINE REVVING

BIRDS CRYING

OMINOUS MUSIC

ENGINES REVVING

BIKE ENGINE REVVING

BIRDS CRYING

Come on.

You're gonna have to face up to it. The past is the past.

This has got to be some kind of a joke!

- "You" lecturing "me"? - This has got to stop, all right?

Or else what, Dennis?

ENGINES REVVING

What are you gonna do? Finish it? Is that why you brought me here?

Dennis! Dennis, let go!

Are you going to stop? Are you?!

Dennis, you're hurting me!

Dennis! Dennis!

Stay where you are, both of you!

ALAN: Dennis!

Are you all right? I was worried.

What about, Alan?

Afraid your little "secret" might come out?

No. I knew Dennis was angry. I was worried about "you".

How can you say that?

After what you've done?!

One of the reasons we came here

was to give you the chance to forget!

Forget?

How can I forget?

You've ruined my life!

Why shouldn't I ruin yours, too?

I just want you to know how it feels.

I...

I thought if I smashed up your cosy little life,

that I'd feel better.

Like I'd won.

Why?

Ask him.

INHALES DEEPLY

Me and Dennis...

We're not brothers.

We're a couple.

DENNIS: Once Alan had left...

we thought we'd move away.

Start again somewhere else...

where no-one knew who we were.

But Debbie found us.

Yes, I see.

Well, this is most unusual.

So...

What happens now?

Are you going to stay?

I don't know. We'll have to give that some serious thought.

Well, your business seems to be doing very well.

This should be the last of your problems.

But it's hardly the fresh start we were hoping for.

Whatever happens, we don't want to press charges.

I've caused Debbie enough pain. I don't want to hurt her any more.

BIRDS TWITTERING

GINA: Why didn't you just tell me the truth?

I couldn't. I felt so ashamed.

I thought it was my fault.

I didn't realise about Dennis.

When did you find out?

I supposeI knew something was wrong soon after we were married.

I put it down to us being too young,

maybe Alan wasn't ready.

I don't know.

We stayed together for a long time.

I tried to make it work, Gina. I really did.

So you came here just to get even with him?

No! I wanted to see you again.

You've done really well for yourself, G.

And I'm dead proud of ya, but I can't stay.

CAR HORN HONKING

-That'll be the taxi. - Oh, do you have to go?

Who else is gonna find me a fella?

You're a real friend, Gina.

LAUGHS SOFTLY

GINA SIGHS

Now, I know you don't like to write,

but promise you'll keep in touch 'ey?

I'd hate to think it could be another six years.

Don't worry. I will.

GINA SNIFFS

- Good luck, Debs. - Thanks.

ENGINE TURNS OVER

ENGINE REVVING

SOMBRE MUSIC

SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES

BIRDS TWITTERING

D-d-do you reckon there'll be much more stuff

belonging to that Wulfstan down there then?

- I'd put money on it. - I'm delighted to hear it.

S-s-seeing as I'm the one

that, like, found it in the first place,

there will be some sort of reward coming, won't there?

Your name will go down in archaeological history.

Mr Greengrass, that is reward beyond price.

Yeah, I-I'm sure it is, Professor,

but, quite frankly, I'd-I'd-I'd prefer a few readies!

W-w-w-what about that-that-that bracelet of your mother's?

I mean, you said that was valuable?

Yes. And I think a little gesture is in order.

Lovely. Right. Well, gesture away, then.

MR YOUNG: I already have.

I rang the police station this morning

and asked them to drop the charges against you.

For trespassing. And poaching.

In view of the fact you accused me of murdering my own mother,

I think that's remarkably generous, don't you agree, Mr Greengrass?

To a fault.

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