09x01 - Manoeuvres In The Dark

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# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss

# When my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss

# Stay in my memory? #

- Hello, Maggie, how are you? - I'm fine, thanks.

And young Sam?

He's wonderful.

- I'm here by special request. - Ah, yes.

Alf, Maggie's brought someone to see you.

Oh, hello!

Well, well. How's he doing?

He's doing nicely, thanks, Alf.

He's grand. Keeping you up, is he?

A couple of times a night. Nothing too much.

So don't give him nightmares, Alf.

What do you know about babies?

Plenty. I was one.

Phil's been very good with him.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

- He's all smiles when I'm around. - Meeting of minds, perhaps?

Ah, all is revealed!

Sorry, Sergeant, I'm on my way.

Oh, no, Mrs Bolton. There's no rush.

We like to liaise with the younger generation.

Oh, yes.

When they're this age, you could just eat them up.

And by the time they're , you sometimes wish you had.

SHE GASPS

It's me. Don't shout.

What are you doing here? You scared the life out of me.

What are you doing here, Terry?

I've come to see you.

After two years' silence?

Couldn't be helped.

- I got posted. - Where to?

It don't matter.

I couldn't expect you to wait for me, could I?

Anyone inside?

Yeah. Why?

Give us another kiss.

SHE LAUGHS What are you up to, Terry?

- I've gone AWOL. - Deserted?

It's only temporary, like.

- While the dust settles. - Settles on what?

It's a long story, love.

So you decided to look me up?

I don't know what kept me.

RAYMOND: Private Terry Noble.

Went absent without leave after an incident at Catterick.

The Military Police want us to keep our eyes open.

What's he supposed to have done?

A fight over a card game. Pulled a knife.

The other soldier's in hospital in a bad way.

So why would he come here?

He has family connections here. The Military think it's a long shot.

He's more likely to find his way home to Nottingham.

But ask around anyway.

CRY OF SEAGULLS

No need to hang your nose over that. I packed you some bits to take back.

What's that for?

For good service, Claude, with thanks.

You didn't have to do that. But I'm glad you did!

Keep supplying me with fresh food of this quality, I can't fail.

A chef's only as good as his raw materials.

Even one that's trained at the Savoy Hotel?

Especially one trained there. Only the best was good in London.

You have to put me in touch with them.

Not likely. You're mine, Claude.

London's loss is Whitby's gain. See you.

Ta-ta, mate. Where are you, son? Good.

He's not a bad lad, that Roger.

When I first went in there, he went off shouting

at them lads in the kitchen.

Yeah, well, chefs do that, you know.

He was using swear words I've never even heard.

How do you know they were swear words?

Because my dad used to use them and my mom told us not to listen.

I sometimes find it very difficult to understand your logic, David.

Here, make yourself useful.

No. How about you, Oscar?

Well, who is it?

MICHAEL: He's a deserter from Catterick.

Don't waste your time.

They generally find their own way back to camp,

as soon as Mummy has kissed them better.

Well, apparently, this one's a bit of a hard man.

Hard? Today's soldier? Give over. This man will tell you.

Mr Clifford?

Colonel Clifford, Military Cross.

It was a long time ago.

This man here is one of the few not to surrender to the Japs in Malaya.

He went into the jungle and fought as a guerrilla for three years.

I put a sick note in for most of it, Oscar.

But you don't get medals for lying on your back.

Do you, Hal?

CHATTER

Well, what do you think?

- Not sure. Can I have another? - You've already had three!

I'm educating my palate.

It must have learnt what it likes by now.

What are you up to, Claude?

- Spreading bits happiness as usual. - Something smells good.

What have you got?

Cooking samples from that chef I told you about.

Mmm! That's gorgeous!

- What's this? - It's either a French Scotch egg

or a Scottish version of Welsh rarebit.

- It's certainly not English. - I'll pass it round.

CLAUDE: Excuse me.

We've made a right rick here. I should be charging.

TYRES SCREECH

SAM GURGLES

KNOCK ON DOOR

SAM GURGLES

Mr Clifford!

Sorry to disturb you, Mrs Bolton.

Come in.

What's happened?

My car collided with this young man's bike.

He's got some cuts and a problem with his arm.

Let's just take a look at it. Can you grip my hand?

HAL: Hospital?

I think so, yes.

I'm afraid I can't.

No problem. I'll whip him in now. I'd have taken him straightaway

but I thought he might need running repairs.

I'll put it in a temporary sling.

Uh...

I'm afraid you'll have to report to the police.

Yes, of course.

LOCKS CLICKING

I was getting worried.

I'll be up in a sec.

Who were you with?

- You didn't say. - A friend.

That's it.

Well, safely under the limit.

So, tell me...

- How did it happen? - I wish I knew.

It was pitch black, an oncoming car, I just didn't see him.

Did he have a rear light?

Possibly not. I can't tell either way.

- You mentioned a witness. - Yes. A man walking his dog.

HE CLEARS THROAT You see...

He gave me his name and address.

- Thanks. - What now?

It depends on what the boy and the witness have to say.

But if the cycle had no rear light, that could go in your favour.

And if it had?

I think you should talk to a solicitor.

Okay.

- Morning, Oscar. - Oh, hello, Maggie.

Good to see you out and about.

- And how's the little fella? - He's fine.

Hey. He's a bonny lad.

- How about you? Are you managing? - Just about.

I'm so used to telling other new mothers what to do.

Now I'm full of admiration for them.

You're not rushing back to work, I hope?

To be honest, I haven't had time to think about it.

This is my full-time job for now.

ALFRED: Morning, my Lord. How are you today, sir?

In a bit of a mucksweat.

Patricia's birthday today. Completely skipped my mind.

- Oh, dear. - Severe reprimands.

Possibly reprisals in prospect.

So, I thought I'd better dash off a quick telegram.

- This the new sprog? - MAGGIE: Mmm.

Jolly good.

Um...

Forty years a driver. Any accidents in that time?

No.

Now, the witness says the road was too narrow

for the oncoming car, your own, and the cycle.

If I'd seen him, I'd have waited to overtake.

So you didn't see him despite the cyclist's lights

being in good working order.

No, I suppose I must've been blinded by the oncoming headlights.

Right.

- I hope it does the trick, sir. - Obliged to you.

Before you go, my Lord,

I wonder if I can ask you a favour.

Of course.

I need some advice on a financial matter.

The charge is one of driving without reasonable consideration.

And the penalty?

For a first offence, it ranges from a fine at the lower end

to an endorsement of your license or even a driving ban.

A ban?

Are you reliant on your car?

I do live some way from a bus route. It would certainly be a blow.

I'll do everything I can, Mr Clifford.

Thank you.

There you are.

They're warrants. How did you come by them?

I inherited them from an aunt.

She died more or less penniless. I never gave them a thought.

Until the other day, I saw the name of the company in the paper.

- Warrants, you say? - Yes.

Like share certificates?

Not exactly, but they give you rights

to buy shares at a stated price.

Well, is that good?

Oh, I think in this case, it's very good.

Very good indeed.

There's Lord Ashfordly's motor.

What, running his own errands?

Makes you wonder what's the world coming to?

He'll be bathing himself next.

Make sure there's a sheet over them birds.

I'll check that with my broker, but I don't think I'm off the mark.

I'm very grateful, my Lord.

- Not at all. Morning, Greengrass. - Morning, my Lord.

I hear you're a middleman for a restaurant in Whitby.

Never the middleman. Top man or nought.

I see. Well, give me the address some time. Blaketon too.

He just might be looking for somewhere for a celebration meal.

BELLS TINKLING

What were that all about?

Just a bit of business that we had to discuss.

What sort of business?

The private sort.

Suffice to say, Greengrass, my days of doling out your pension

might very soon be over.

What, you mean you're going to sell up?

What do you think?

I think I'd better find you a buyer before you change your mind.

Hello, Alf.

Oh, hello. I hope you haven't come to see Constable Bradley.

Yes, why?

He's very busy. He's left strict instructions not to be disturbed.

- Hop it, Alf. - Certainly.

MAGGIE CHUCKLES

- Hi, there. - Hi.

Mr Clifford came to see me today. He said I'd been highly recommended.

Well, my bill's in the post.

He's going abroad for two months to visit his daughter

and wants his case could be over before he goes.

- Is he pleading guilty? - Yeah.

I'll have a word with Craddock. I'm sure we can hurry this along.

- Thanks. I'll tell him. - He's a very nice man.

Yes, he is.

It's a shame, really,

but I'm sure you'll charm the socks off the magistrate.

I think he is capable of doing that himself.

Oh, yeah? His all-star gallantry's got to you, has it?

You think I'm susceptible?

The moment he takes his uniform out of mothballs, I wanna know.

Oh!

MUFFLED SQUEAL HE GROANS

Do you mind? I've already eaten.

Sorry, couldn't help it. What else you brought?

Enough for a couple of days.

- A couple? - Well, unill you get back.

Yeah.

Yeah.

So, this fight you're in, how bad was it?

Barrack room bust-up. Happens all the time.

So you'll be going back then, like you said?

Yeah, yeah. Depending.

- What do you mean? - I could do with some cash, Gina.

What, for the fare?

No. A bit more than that.

How much more?

SIPS COFFEE quid.

?

would help me straight things out.

Then I could come back and see you properly.

I've been such an idiot, haven't I?

HE CHUCKLES

It's Terry Noble.

Have you got me on a boat yet? Good. How much?

How much? No, wait. I'll get it from somewhere.

Just, just fix it. Fix it.

After the accident, my client accepted responsibility immediately,

taking the injured boy to hospital

before finally presenting himself to the police.

As you've heard, Col Clifford served his country with outstanding courage

and I urge you to give him your most sympathetic consideration.

ROGER CHUCKLES

Very nice!

CLAUDE: Better than having one in the bush, isn't it?

Take what you want and let me have that what you don't.

Oh, fantastic. I know this business, Claude,

but I really appreciate it. - You're not a bad judge.

If there's anything I can do, you only ought to say.

Well, you haven't got any more of them whatsits,

them samples you gave me?

Samples? Ah, no, sorry.

Shame there. They went potty for them at the pub.

Good!

I'm thinking now they got used to something exotic,

I can talk them into a proper do.

- How do you mean? - A sit-down job, knives and forks.

A gourmet evening?

If you say so.

Let's face it, the pub won't mind. They'll sell more drink.

I'll get the produce, you do the cooking,

and we'll split the profits, - .

I'm sorry. I should have warned you that might happen.

So, how did it go?

A modest fine.

Good.

And a requirement to pass a driving test.

Sting in the tail.

As your sergeant kindly pointed out, there was no such thing.

I'll phone the test center and see if I can organize it now.

There's no need to rush.

I can't keep asking people to sit in with me, L-plates back and front.

I'd feel ridiculous.

In years, anybody can pick up a lot of bad habits, Mr Clifford.

Have you read the Highway Code?

No, but I can cram, can't I?

I'll tell you what,

I've got to go to York to serve some papers.

Why don't you give me a lift?

So you can pinpoint my weaknesses?

Assuming that you have any, of course.

Well, she's found one already, constable.

I'd be delighted. I'll be back as soon as I've fixed a test date.

You've just made his day.

GINA: It's not that bad, is it?

What did Lord Ashfordly's estate manager say,

when you spoke to him about the repairs?

- Oh, nothing. He wasn't there. - You said you'd seen him.

No. I left him a note.

You were a long time gone just to leave a note.

- Gina! - What?

Some things are missing from the kitchen.

- Are you spying on me now? - Have you got something to hide?

No!

- Okay? - Yeah.

In you go.

JACKIE: Left here. Hand signals, please.

SHE GASPS

Friend or foe?

Are you always like this?

No. Sometimes I can be a bit rough.

What's up?

SHE SIGHS

Look, I won't be coming again, Terry.

My Aunty Mary knows something's going on.

What did you bring?

Enough for the journey back to Catterick.

And this.

- A tenner? - That's all I can manage.

What sort of a pub are you running?

Take it or leave it.

- I came here for you. - Don't give me that!

- I thought I could rely on you. - I've done all I can.

I need more time!

Fine. Please yourself, Terry.

But from now on, count me out.

Gina! I'm dead meat if I go back now.

Just another day. Two at the most.

Don't let me down now.

Sorry. It took a bit longer than I thought.

No hurry.

If I came into money, what would I do?

- Yes. - Why do you ask?

Well, just curious.

I'd pay off the outstanding balance on the telly.

Alf, come on, I'm serious.

What about cars, holidays?

No! If you want my opinion, Oscar,

if you got money, you can't do better than bricks and mortar.

Perhaps you should slow down a touch.

Did I miss the restricted sign?

No, but the road is rather windy.

Watch out!

Not bad!

There was a dog. Didn't you see it?

We haven't got a table to sit , Claude.

Well, can't you stick a few little ones together?

Have we got a cloth that big, Gina?

Stop fussing! I'll show you what we'll do, Claude.

Before you disappear, Claude,

my invitation to this too, got lost in the post, is it?

Oh, yeah, probably along with news of your knighthood.

You've invited Jackie but not Mike?

It's a very exclusive party, Mary. No coppers are allowed.

Past or present.

But solicitors are all right?

Well, you never know when you might need one.

Never a truer word said, Claude.

Don't come that tone of voice with me!

Claude!

CLAUDE LAUGHING

Same again, Oscar?

Yeah, please, Mary. Gina seems a bit on edge.

That makes two of us.

I was awake all night last night listening to water dripping

- through the roof. - Is that right?

We've loads of repairs need doing,

but Gina likes to patch things up than talk to Lord Ashfordly.

Well, the laird can be a bit prickly sometimes.

I'm seeing him myself tomorrow.

If Gina would like to make out a list,

- I'll see he gets it. - Thank you.

- Hi, there! - Hi.

- Sorry I'm a bit late. - That's all... Are you all right?

No, not really.

I've just had a terrible journey back from Yore with Hal Clifford.

Terrible? Why?

Well, it's strange. His driving was fine on the way there.

Perhaps he was just overtired.

Well, possibly.

Well, I wouldn't worry about it.

If anything is seriously wrong, the examiner will find it out.

- Yeah. - Drink?

Gina. Gina, it's me.

Look, don't put the phone down.

You're not getting any more money and that's final.

Gina!

TERRY SCREAMS

DOG BARKS

DOG BARKS TERRY GROWLS

HE RINGS BELL Morning, men.

Sarge.

Hello, Oscar. What can we do for you?

Something above and beyond the call of duty.

What do we look like, the crew of the Whitby lifeboat?

You underrate yourself, Alf. You know that.

I don't think so.

Talking of the Whitby lifeboat, Sarge,

Alf reckons you've come into some money.

Does he?

Been having a bit of a gossip, have we?

Oh, it was just a passing aside.

It's true, then?

That's my business.

I can tell you this, though,

in the strictest confidence, of course...

MICHAEL: Of course.

Of course.

I'm selling up at the post office.

So if you've got nothing better to do tonight,

I'm having a leaving do at the pub. Eight o'clock.

Good on you, Sarge.

Just some drinks, sandwiches.

That's very kind of you, Sarge.

Coppers-only do. No riffraff.

Does that mean you'll be asking Sergeant Craddock?

Aye. I'll ask Sergeant Craddock to cover for you lot

so you can come and enjoy yourselves.

See you.

I passed.

Congratulations.

That's the good news.

I'll be coming by car. HE GIGGLES

No, I haven't nicked it yet.

You'll get your money! Just make sure I'm on that boat.

- No plates! Well done, sir. - Thank you, Constable.

Unfortunately there is a catch.

- Well, what's the problem? - Mr Clifford saw the optician.

He's been diagnosed with cataracts.

I'm practically night-blind. That's why I didn't see the boy.

I see.

So you're restricted to daylight manoeuvres only, Colonel?

I'm afraid so.

Otherwise even your delightful friend here

won't be able to argue my case.

Yes. When?

All right.

Sarge?

Right, I'll tell him straightaway.

Problem?

Terry Noble, the deserter from Catterick.

The man he att*cked has died.

CAR DOOR OPENS

CAR DOOR CLOSES

You'll pop in for a drink before you go?

No, thank you. I'd better not.

BOTH: Goodbye.

DOG BARKS

What's got into you, then, eh?

What is it?

What is it?

What's the matter?

This way. That's right.

Noble's been seen in the area.

The Military Police have asked us to redouble our efforts. Take care.

When he finds out his victim has died, who knows what he'll do?

HAL: A bit strong.

Thick enough to trot a mouse on.

Do they still say that?

Who's the skirt?

Skirt?

- My solicitor. - She won't be coming back?

Sadly not.

How long are you staying?

You'll know when I'm gone.

Isn't this all a bit extreme?

You know what's waiting for me.

Rough justice.

Even if you're right, a punch-up doesn't amount to much.

Things have changed since your day.

Yes, I've no doubt they have.

I mean, you weren't banged up in a camp for months on end.

You had a w*r to fight.

The reality is gruesome, I assure you.

k*lling people is not that pleasurable.

Yeah, well, that's what I'm trained for.

Not polishing regimental silver.

- I've just finished. - Thanks, Mary.

If you're going past the post office could you do me a favour?

Yes, what is it?

Pop in and warn Oscar, we'll be late to his drinks do.

Craddock put us on standby to search for the AWOL soldier.

Is he still missing?

Yeah, and it's turned a bit nasty.

The man he att*cked has died.

Oh!

- Do you want candles? - Candles?

For the tables, Claude!

Are they extra?

SHE SIGHS

Are you still here, Claude?

I'm just checking that everything is all right. That's all.

I thought a party with no cooking would be a doddle.

But I was wrong. Oscar hasn't made this fuss.

Blaketon, what's he got to do with it?

- He's having a do in the other bar. - When?

- When you're having yours here. - He what?

Constabulary only.

- Free world, Claude. - Sour grapes, more like.

He can invite every copper in the North Riding,

it still won't put a damper on my do.

Relax, Claude!

Every copper in the north riding's

looking for the deserter from Catterick.

Mike's just told me.

The soldier he att*cked has died.

Oh, Mike!

Gina, what is it?

Right, Bellamy, Ventress, you follow me.

You four, round the back.

- It's still warm. - How long since it was burning?

- This morning. - He's gone, then.

He could be coming back.

I'll detail someone to stay here.

Why do you keep the g*n?

I can't remember.

To guard against intruders, perhaps?

Doesn't scare you, does it?

On the contrary.

When a man forgets the taste of fear, he gets careless.

How long did you spend in the jungle?

Three years.

Doing what?

Surviving.

Trying to do the Japs some damage.

What kind of damage?

Blowing up railway lines, truck convoys...

Did they come after you?

Through the jungle at night? No point.

They just k*lled any of the locals who might be feeding us.

Hard fighter, your Jap.

The kind to make you stand up and be counted.

I'm afraid, whenever I was in danger of meeting one,

I'd dress up in a sarong and black up my face like a Tamil.

And if you could smell like a local, the dogs would never bark.

DOG GROWLS

DOG BARKS

REPEATED BARKING

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Get rid of him!

Make a mistake,

and I sh**t the dog first.

DOG WHINES

- Sorry to disturb you, sir. - Not at all. How can I help?

We're looking for this man.

Went AWOL from Catterick barracks some days ago.

Soldier, eh?

Yes, sir. We've information that he's been hiding out nearby.

Rather unusual to conduct house-to-house inquiries

for a army deserter, isn't it?

It's more serious than that, sir. It's a m*rder inquiry.

Oh, I see.

Have you seen him?

- No. - Right.

Well, thank you.

Um, if you do see anything,...

then give us a call.

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

COP GRUNTS

Sorry. I rather let you in for it.

Nice little kip?

What are you doing this for?

You're only wanted for desertion from Catterick.

Now, how would you like a matching thick ear?

He heard you.

See sense, eh?

Give yourself up.

Atleast then you could argue it was an accident.

Belt up!

Here's the menu.

Crepes au fromage,

pheasant a la creme,

rabbit blanquette and gateau St Honore.

What do you think?

HE CHUCKLES

I don't know, I've never eaten in a foreign language before.

Which one goes down first?

How do you mean?

Well, like first course and second course.

I don't want to get 'em mixed up.

They'll be checking my radio.

He's right.

They'll be missing him.

How tall are you?

- Why? - ' "? ' "?

Risky.

Dress like a Tamil?

As a Tamil, certainly, but not in uniform.

Whose side are you on?

My w*r finished in ' , Constable. I don't take sides anymore.

This bloke k*lled a man.

We train soldiers to be aggressive,

then expect them to put the lid on it.

Is it any wonder they snap?

That car of yours. Well-known roundabouts?

- Daresay. - And the hat. Bit of a trademark?

You're wasting your time.

They'll check everything that moves.

Shut up! Just shut up!

He was a cheating toerag. But I never meant to k*ll him.

I know that, private.

Keys.

Cheers.

- I've got to go. - Now?

Why not?

It will be dark in an hour.

You'll go down for this.

If we don't get stood down soon, we'll miss Oscar's do.

You have a word with him. He listens to you.

I would've thought the MPs would've taken over by now, sarge?

They're sweeping the outlying farms.

Well, there's nothing more we can do.

If you're at such a loose end, Ventress,

you're about to find out where Bellamy's got his feet put up.

What the heck's he up to?

Gina, come here.

Bit early to light the candles. They won't last the night.

Which is more than I can say for the wine.

What are you on about?

One bottle between ?

Oh, all right. Open another.

Well, this is splendid, Mary. Thanks.

Will that be enough?

I think so. Probably need more of this, though.

In the fridge.

By the way, did you give Gina's letter to Lord Ashfordly?

Oh, right. I handed it to him myself.

You were right.

He's concentrating all his time and his money

on all his properties outside Aidensfield.

That was pretty obvious, Oscar.

But the good news is, all your repairs will be done ASAP.

How come?

If you get Gina over here,

I'll tell you exactly what Lord Ashfordly has agreed to do.

Hello?

Police!

You took your flipping time.

Sorry, Sarge.

GEARS GRINDING

I've spoken with PC Bradley. They're heading east.

The suspect is armed. Repeat. Armed.

FOOD SQUELCHING

Yeah, all right, Roger. No, no. Fine. Thanks very much.

That's funny. He said David left there about an hour ago.

You two should make the most of it.

What are you on about?

You've got guests and no food. Oscar's got the food and no guests.

He got more chance knitting fog. I'd rather buy him a pack of crisps.

I wouldn't put that to the vote.

Still no sign of Meals On Wheels, Greengrass?

Still drinking to absent friends?

Perhaps the frog's legs have done a runner!

Oh, very good. Very good.

Not like you to be funny.

No!

I don't believe it. No!

How did you know?

Just call it a shot in the dark.

- What the... - How are you going to serve that?

With difficulty, I should think.

If you don't give them something, soon there'll be a lynching

Get me a rope. I'll save them the bother.

Won't I, David?

Well, better late, I suppose.

- Sorry, Oscar. - What happened?

Sorry, Oscar. It's a long story involving an armed m*rder*r.

Hostage taking.

- And a high-speed car chase. - I see.

Sgt Craddock kept you in detention, did he?

Well, something like that.

All right, lads. Grab yourselves a glass.

If I could just have your attention. Just for a moment.

There's been a slight hiatus in the gourmet evening.

But you won't be disappointed.

What we've decided to do is

we're gonna supply you with a traditional Yorkshire delicacy,

which is poisson avec pommes de terre frites.

Fish and chips.

Anyway, there we are. There's David and Gina with it.

All I can say is, ladies and gentlemen, bon appetit.

Is there any pudding?

You'd better ask David. He's wearing most of it.

Claude, if you want my advice, put some more bottles on the table.

Trust me.

Where are you going?

I'm going to share this with Mike.

Don't bring any of them coppers back in her. I'm allergic.

Mmm! Formidable!

- Here. - Mmm.

So what's Oscar going to do?

I don't know. But he'd be a fool to leave Aidensfield.

I mean, where else in Yorkshire could you find cuisine like this?

So, you are still happy to stay?

Well, you know I am. And you?

Ditto.

What are you doing here, Blaketon? This is a private party.

I've just come in to commiserate.

I understand your gourmet evening has degenerated

into a fish and chip supper.

All right, all right. Why don't you just enjoy the event of the year,

as far as I am concerned, the celebration of your leaving?

But I'm celebrating something else. My arrival.

Your arrival? Where?

Here. Didn't Gina tell you?

Tell me what?

I'm stopping here.

You're looking at the new live-in owner of the Aidensfield Arms.