12x21 - Lily Of The Valley

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby

♪ Kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat, Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

♪ The old home town looks the same

♪ As I step down... ♪

- Hiya, Oscar! - Hello, Gina.

- Let me take that for you. - Thanks.

- Good to see you. - It's good to be back.

I really miss the rain.

Never more to roam.

I won't be going back to Spain again in a hurry, that's for sure.

- You got a fair trial. - There should never have been one.

My word against a couple of con artists?

- It was a joke. - Do we open a bottle to celebrate?

I think a nice cup of cocoa and an early night,

that'll do for me. - No chance. There's a meeting

about the quarry. They were hoping you'd be back on time.

- Oh, no. - Oh. Talk of the devil.

MUSIC: 'Bright Lights, Big City' by The Animals

- Morning, Mr Pinder. - Scripps.

♪ Bright lights

♪ Big city

♪ Gone to my baby's head

♪ Try to tell you, woman, you won't believe a thing that I said

♪ Ow, baby... ♪

Do you know how much longer you're going to be wanting my services?

Another month, maybe two. Just as long as it takes me

to lick the business into shape. - Well, no hurry.

It's been a pleasure driving you.

Picking up money-making tips on the way.

No secret, Scripps. Hard work is all.

Hard work, desire and belief.

I want and I can. That's my motto.

The quarry is a thorn in the flesh of this village.

ALL: Hear! Hear!

And Jim Pinder is the latest in a long line

to run roughshod over our complaints.

ALL: Hear! Hear!

We're here tonight to say enough is enough.

Hear! Hear!

Councillor Blaketon, what are the local authority doing about this?

Good question, Jenny.

The council can't impose new conditions

on an old mining consent.

- Politicians, eh? - Gina...

shouldn't you be behind the bar?

I haven't lived here long,

but many of my patients depend on the quarry for a living.

Hear, hear, Doctor.

And my takings too.

If you move jobs out of the area, people will be forced to move away.

We're not trying to close the quarry down.

We're trying to reduce its impact.

We need a limit on the size of the lorries going through the village

and a reduction in the hours per day.

ALL: Hear! Hear!

Where do the police stand on this?

Why don't you ask him?

- I'm here to listen, not speak. - Oh, come on, Constable.

Get off the fence!

Well, as far as I know, Jim Pinder's breaking no law.

There's nothing anybody outside the Houses of Parliament

can do about it. - Really?

It's quiet, isn't it?

Don't tempt fate.

Without Mike, I mean.

Oh. Yes.

'Ey, did we ever decide who was having that nice mug he left?

Yes.

- Morning, Phil! - Morning.

- Alf. - Morning.

Don't take your hat off. - Why?

Constable Crane, fresh from your speaking engagement.

Sarge?

A little bird tells me you spoke at a public meeting.

I said a few words, yes, sarge.

More than a few, I'm led to believe.

I was put on the spot.

- What did you expect? - It's an important issue, sarge.

I was speaking for myself, not as a policeman.

Don't be naive.

In uniform or out of it, you're a copper.

Turn up at a meeting like that and people will use you.

Yes, sarge.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police Station.

Yes, Mrs Barton.

Er, when did this happen?

Right. We'll get someone there as soon as we can.

Bye.

- What was that? - Mrs Barton.

Somebody's vandalised her boundary wall.

A couple of dozen sheep are missing.

It sounds like a job for you, Constable.

I didn't think you'd be stopping.

- What do you call this? - Breakfast.

- I woke you over an hour ago. - I dozed off again.

David, if you snooze you lose.

- What? - That's what Mr Pinder says.

Oh, him.

Perhaps you should taxi Mr Pinder instead of me.

Me? No, I couldn't do that.

Why not? Afraid you might learn something?

No, it's just, well... I've heard things about him.

- What things? - Well, maybe... Just things.

What were you up to last night?

Er... Nothing. Just went for a quick half at the pub.

And the rest of it, by the look of you.

What was your reaction when you finally woke this morning?

Surprise? It wasn't desire, was it?

It wasn't belief.

David, we've got a business to run.

So get out of those jim-jams

and get ready to make your assets sweat.

MUSIC: 'This Little Bird by Marianne Faithfull

♪ There's a little bird

♪ That somebody sends

♪ Down to the Earth

♪ To live on the wind... ♪

Mrs Barton around?

She's inside, but she's not feeling too clever just now.

I've come about the damage to her wall.

Oh, aye?

Perhaps you can show me once I've seen her.

You'll have to be quick. I'm off soon.

I farm the next place down the valley. I just called in to help.

♪ So thin and graceful...

Hello?

♪ The sun shines through

♪ This little bird... ♪

- Mrs Barton? - Who is it?

I'm in here.

SHE COUGHS

- It's Constable Crane. - I'm in here.

Hello.

Ye gods! You're not but a lad.

- I've come about the wall. - How old are you?

.

You reported that a wall had been vandalised.

Oh, aye. It's disgusting what's happening.

I've lost two dozen sheep. - Right.

Do you have any idea who might have been responsible?

Nay. How would I know that? You're the policeman.

Or so you say.

SHE COUGHS

Has she anyone else to help her?

No, no. She's been on her own since her Wilf died.

Has the doctor been to see her?

She won't see doctors at any price.

Are you not gone yet?

You'd better make haste if you're to get another load in today.

Yes, sir.

SCREAMING

He's concussed. Careful as you lift him.

He's dislocated his shoulder as well.

He's very lucky. - So was everyone else.

It was only a matter of time before one of those boyos

rearranged the furniture round here. Some weight in those wagons.

How are the school kids?

Scrapes and bruises, but I'll call up to the school and check.

It could have been a whole lot worse.

I don't suppose folk round here will let him forget it.

- Oh, Doctor? - Yeah?

I went up to Spring Valley Farm in connection with an incident.

I don't know if you know her. Mrs Barton.

In her seventies, living alone on a smallholding.

She looked... Well, she looked in a bad way.

- Had she called surgery? - No. I don't think she will.

I'm busy looking after patients who want to see me, Steve.

Yeah, well, she's a tricky lady, right enough.

I'll try and call in when I'm passing.

Thanks.

Nasty do.

Mm. Somebody was talking about the lorry

having a mechanical defect. - Gossip.

Nine times out of ten it's the driver's fault.

- 'Ey up, what's this? - What?

It looks like a none-too-friendly welcoming committee.

CROWD PROTESTING

- Drive through. - Drive through?

Don't slow, man. Drive on.

I can't flaming see!

Go on. Go!

HOOTS HORN

Good. Well done.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? - Who is it?

- Dr Merrick. - Doctor?

- Yes. - Who is it you want?

- I've come to see you. - What for?

I haven't been in Aidensfield long.

I thought I'd pop in and introduce myself.

You needn't have bothered.

I don't see doctors. I don't hold with 'em.

They never did my Wilf any good.

And before you say owt,

I am taking something for this cough.

- Good. - Natural stuff from the garden.

Not that it's any of your business.

- No. - So, if you don't mind, missus.

Miss Merrick.

To tell you the truth, I'm just a bit fed up with visitors this week.

Oh, really?

Aye, I had a policeman come yesterday.

Said he'd find the hooligans that knocked my wall down,

but I don't hold out much hope.

My Wilf kept those walls immaculate.

Built to last a lifetime, he said.

Mine, as well as his.

Don't let me keep you.

SHE COUGHS

Who's the ringleader of this little mob?

Oscar Blaketon seems to be the spokesman.

You surprise me.

There's no shortage of volunteers.

That runaway lorry was the last straw.

So, do we wait for the next eruption?

Or do we do something to head it off?

Couldn't we get the two sides to meet?

And bang their heads together?

I was thinking along the lines of rational discussion.

All right. Try and organise a venue.

We might find out if there's any room for manoeuvre.

Your back room isn't exactly neutral territory,

but Pinder has agreed, if you don't mind.

- The more the merrier. - It's not a public meeting.

We promised Pinder it will be just him, Oscar and Sergeant Merton.

- Fine with me. - Good.

Is there one in?

If you want an egg with that...

it's on the taxi.

Well? - What?

What the devil were you playing at?

I wasn't playing!

I was standing up...to be counted.

As what?

As... As one of us.

One of us?

Against...them!

And their lackeys! - Are you calling me a...

Where did you learn a word like that?

Blaketon and those other idiots.

They're not idiots!

They say that Pinder

is ripping the heart out of our countryside for profit

and someone's got to stop him!

Someone like you?

A big daft lummock armed with an egg?

It's not too late to join us.

David, what are you talking about?

It's Pinder's profit that's putting the food on our table.

You want to choose your side, lad!

Because if you want to run with the mob...

you can...take your hands off that biscuit tin!

Gina...

have you thought any more about...

you know, us getting back together again?

Yeah.

And?

And I'm still thinking.

You said you'd give me some time, Phil.

I did. You're right. I'm sorry.

I saw your bike. I thought I'd tell you I called on Lily Barton.

Oh, good. How did it go?

You owe me one, Constable.

Right. How was she? - Very testy.

If you want to say anything to Lily, best talk to Ted Smithson.

- Is he family? - Well, you'd think so.

She's leaving her farm to him when she dies.

- I hope he's got that in writing. - PHIL: There's no need.

Lily's old-school. She's good for her word.

From what I saw, he mightn't have long to wait.

The place is a mess. She isn't looking after herself.

- Who's that? - Oh, Lily Barton.

Couldn't the Welfare Department do something for her?

I don't think she would let them within yards of the house.

- She could do with a good tidy-up? - Just a bit.

- I've got just the thing. - Oh, aye? What?

- Susie. - Susie.

- Are you heading straight back? - Yeah, why?

I wanted your opinion on something.

All right.

Here. What do you think?

Coach paint.

And what about this?

Reflector glass.

It looks like it could have been deliberately rammed.

That's what I thought.

HUSHED CONVERSATIONS

- Thanks. - Ah. She's a nice old lady.

But she's not very well. Isn't that right, Steve?

- What's that? - Lily Barton.

Needs a bit of housework doing.

Yeah. Yeah, just a bit of light dusting.

She's a smashing old dear. - You'll take the hours off my tab?

- Yeah. - Why?

What's she to you? - Well, she's an old customer.

How else will you pay me back before you go?

I could stay here and work it off.

If that's the plan, forget it.

Your mum wants the pleasure of your company.

Don't you?

Course I do, but she's your mum and that was the arrangement.

CONVERSATIONS TRAIL OFF

- This way, Mr Pinder. - Thank you.

VIPs only.

Oh. Right.

I'd better have a soft drink, Gina.

- Orange. - Fine.

Bernard, would you like a drink? - No, I'm fine, thanks.

David?

No, thanks.

Would anybody like a drink?

GINA: Here.

I haven't put any ice in it.

It should freeze over by itself in here.

Right, these are our figures for lorry movements on a daily basis.

Where are yours? - Mine?

You expect me to give you confidential information?

Well, do you accept Mr Blaketon's figures?

Maybe. Maybe not. What's the point?

The point is that we need a limit

on the size of the lorries passing through

and a reduction in their numbers per day.

My customers decide how many lorries go past your door.

They stop buying my stone

and that road will become as quiet as a grave.

And the rest of the village with it.

Look, since there's only one route out of Topp Rigg Quarry,

isn't there room for compromise? - Absolutely.

You could start a campaign for a road-widening scheme

instead of getting in my way. - We're not having a motorway.

- So much for compromise. - OK, OK.

Let's try and establish some common ground.

The common ground is we're stuck with each other.

But I'm acting within the law and you're not.

We'll see when they send the report on your smashed-up lorry.

A heavy fine might change your tune.

Then I'd just have to get the quarry to work harder.

- This isn't getting us anywhere. - I never thought it would.

I've a train to catch.

- You're making a big mistake. - What are you going to do?

Come at me with another dozen eggs?

Just make sure that my lorries can come and go freely.

Otherwise, I'll talk to your gaffer.

Pillock!

What's the problem, Constable?

- Missing sheep. - Gone AWOL or stolen?

- Could be either. - Whose were they?

Lily Barton's. Do you know her?

Her husband Wilf used to be a regular.

He had a good eye. Her too.

She lost two dozen Swaledales three nights ago.

I wondered if they'd turned up here.

Who knows? If someone's had 'em away, that's generally it.

Sheep go missing easier than biros.

I've been putting some of your business advice into practice.

Yes? Got rid of the big lad, have you?

Er, no.

I thought you said he was one of the protestors.

He's easily led, Mr Pinder.

But I've put him straight now.

No, I've been thinking of how I can be more efficient with the lorry,

with the minimum of down time.

Minimum of down time. Good thinking.

Can this lorry of yours tow a trailer?

- Oh, aye. Why? - I've just bought a boat

from a man in York. I want it hauling over to Whitby.

How are you fixed?

As soon as you like, Mr Pinder.

MUSIC: 'Time Has Told Me' by Nick Drake

♪ Time has told me

♪ You're a rare, rare find

♪ A troubled cure

♪ For a troubled...

Mrs Barton!

♪ And time has told me

♪ Not to ask for more... ♪

Mrs Barton.

Who are you?

ALL: No through road! No through road!

No through road!

We know you're only doing a job.

But if you're not willing to drive over us,

I suggest you back off and go home.

Now.

ALL CHEERING

You're fighting a losing battle here. Come on and get back.

Alf will see you through.

ALL: No through road!

No through road!

Oh, here we go again.

What the heck are they doing? Pull up.

What are you doing?

There was nothing else the driver could do, sir.

Until reinforcements arrive, we advise you not to try and drive in.

I'm not going to be intimidated by that lot.

I'll walk.

ALL: No through road!

No though road!

No through road!

No through road!

No through road!

No through road! - All right, all right. Quiet.

Stand aside, Oscar.

- Boo! - Shame. Shame.

Boo!

- What are you doing away with? - Seed catalogues.

LILY COUGHS

Why?

- Doesn't everyone? - I don't.

Well, you do now. I thought you did farming, not window boxes.

You've got a lot to say for yourself.

It must run in the family. That Gina never shuts up.

- Now, what's under here? - Leave that.

It's my filing system. End cushion, rates and taxes.

Middle cushion, coal and logs.

Near cushion...

Oh, I forget. Organised, you see.

How long do you keep things?

Well, for always.

Those bills and auction catalogues...

it's all my Wilf's stuff.

Like he was still here.

I'll go and have a go at the kitchen.

You're not saving the grease for anything, are you?

ALL: No through road! No through road!

Come on, David. See sense.

No, I'm sticking with the others.

No through road! No through road! No through road!

I suppose a personal favour is out of the question.

No favours given or expected.

Move her.

No through road! No through road!

Wouldn't you rather amble to the side of the road?

I'm going nowhere, Bellamy. I'm stopping here.

What are you playing at? Shift them.

He may have been your sergeant once.

He is a hooligan now like any other.

Right, sarge.

Right, Oscar. You know the form.

Up you come. One, two, three. Come on.

That's what you said the last time.

Things have moved on, so turn the screw again, and harder.

Get off me! Get off!

Leave me alone.

- We're getting nowhere, sarge. - All right.

Make some arrests.

Starting with the heaviest.

David. Right, David.

You're nicked. - Eh?

We arrest you for breach of the peace.

Game over, David. Don't give us any more grief.

I've been arrested, Mr Blaketon!

ALL CHEERING

You're a hero! Keep your pecker up!

I'm going to handcuff you, David.

Right, I'll tell him. Over.

They're putting handcuffs on!

It's a message from the auctioneer, Mr Lander.

He wants to speak to you as soon as possible.

Thanks, Phil.

I could k*ll you.

Why?

A little bit of dusting?

You won't believe what I've had to do.

I'll save it for when you're eating.

- How is she? - So-so.

She agreed to phone Dr Merrick and get some medicine.

Did she?

I stood over her while she did it.

She must have taken a shine to you. - Well, don't sound so surprised.

CAR STARTS

BLEATING

It was the mix of breeds that made me look. Half a dozen Mashams

and half a dozen Swaledales. When I saw Ted Smithson had put them in,

I thought I'd give you a bell. - What about the markings?

These sheep aren't off the moors. So they're not forced to have any.

Would Lily Barton know her own sheep, anyway?

She's the sort who would. Can you get her here?

No. She's not fit enough.

Pity.

They're in pens and .

This should help loosen the cough.

I could have had it collected.

I was passing.

Anyroad, I'm better today.

Now, I know you don't want to listen,

but you really can't manage like this.

Suppose Ted stopped coming.

If he wants this place, he'll keep coming.

- Are you sure he wants it? - Enough to want to buy it.

Well, why on earth don't you sell it to him?

Where will he find the money?

From the bank, of course. Let Ted worry about that.

Worry? Oh, aye. He'd have that, all right.

No, let the banks keep their money.

When I'm gone, it'll be his outright.

You'd have enough to be comfortable.

In a home.

This is home.

All my Wilf's things are here.

Listen, why don't you just tackle Ted Smithson about it?

Accuse him straight out with no proof?

I'd risk losing Mrs Barton the only help she's got.

When the auction starts and Ted Smithson's in the ring,

I'll give his trailer a once-over for scuff marks.

- Interested? - Yeah.

What happens to the livestock once it's sold?

Depends on the buyer. They might go to another farm,

or off to the butchers and meatpackers.

Do you keep livestock here?

Do we hold them? Short-term, yes.

Why? - Just one more favour.

KEYS JANGLE

Well, well, well. Look who it is.

Red Dave, the Che Guevara of Aidensfield.

I've asked him to leave three times.

He wants what's coming to him. - What's that?

Only his dinner as far as I know.

- David, this has got to stop. - No!

Not while there are men like Pinder around.

Look, nothing is black and white.

If entrepreneurs had listened to the crowd down the ages,

we'd all still be living in caves. - Well, I don't care.

They cheered me.

Who did? - The others, when he was arrested.

And clapped.

Well, how about giving me a hand?

Work, I'm talking about.

Oh, I don't know.

You won't be seen as a scab if that's what you're worrying about.

The job's out of the district.

MAN: Five pound bid for these. I'll take two bob here.

Two, two, two. Four, four, four. Six, six, six.

Eight, eight, eight. Ten, ten, ten. .

Done this time at £ s. Evans £ s.

And moving on. A pair of sheep, there. £ for these, then, bid.

I'll take two, two, two.

Four, four. Six, six. Seven-six.

MUSIC: 'I'm A Man' by the Spencer Davis Group

A pair of sheep, then. £ for these, then, bid.

I'll take two. Two, two.

Four, four. Six, six.

Seven-six. Seven-six.

Eight, eight. Seven-eight.

And at the back there, ten bid. Seven-ten here.

Afternoon, Oscar. You didn't get arrested, then.

They wouldn't dare. And I'll be out there again tomorrow.

PHONE RINGS

Scripps Garage. Yeah.

I see. No, he's been delayed.

He's had to go and get his lad out of...somewhere.

Yeah, he'll be with you shortly.

A fella from York, wondering where Vernon's got to.

He's supposed to be towing a boat for Pinder to Whitby.

I'm not getting involved.

PHIL: You can't nail Ted Smithson because of dints and scratches.

Every farm wagon's got them.

True.

If I accuse him and I'm right, the old girl could lose him.

If I'm wrong, he might take the hump and still leave.

Well, look on the bright side.

It might just make her leave the farm.

I doubt that. I think she's determined to die there.

Here, what's that?

Isn't that Lily's place?

Well, step on it.

ALL SHOUTING

- Mrs Barton all right? - Yeah. Upset, but safe.

- Somebody with her? - Yeah.

- What happened? - We're not sure.

There's an old paraffin heater. She might have tipped it up.

Oi! Have you lot not got anything better to do? Get home!

Come on.

That's a nice Leeds shirt.

Do you they do that in my size? - Yeah.

I'll have to get one of those.

- From Elland Road. My dad took me. - Elland Road, eh?

We sat in one of the boxes in the stand.

Jammy so-and-so. Who got you in there?

- Mr Pinder. - Mr Pinder?

The boss of the quarry.

- Is she all right? - Yeah.

- What caused it, then? - We don't know.

What are you doing here?

- I'm only watching, Dad. - Get off home!

Go on. And the rest of you. Go on!

- Your lad? - Yeah.

Well, I'd better see how she is.

Well, this is a bit of all right, isn't it?

Just the thing for taking a spin round Whitby pier.

Gin and orange in hand, line temptingly baited.

Who's bought it?

Oh, it's on the dockets. No-one you know.

Do you think he'll let us have a ride in it?

Who knows? But for now, you've got the next best thing: pulling it.

'Ey, you'd better have this in the cab.

Oh. Give me that.

Hang on.

"To Jim Pinder, happy sailing."

Is this Jim Pinder's boat?

David, don't make a fuss. It's just a job of work.

You expect me to pull Jim Pinder's...pleasure boat?

I expect you to drive.

The lorry'll do the rest.

Well, I' m not doing it.

- What do you mean? - I'm not a...scab!

- David! - I'm not listening.

If that goes, it goes without me.

Right. I just hope you've got your bus fare back from York!

Ah, Steven. All the excitement over at Lily Barton's, is it?

Yeah, for now.

Do you know what caused it?

No, but I've an idea somebody does.

How do you mean?

Well, I don't think it was an accident.

Just to muddy the waters some more, I found out that Ted Smithson

has been on the receiving end of favours from Jim Pinder.

Smithson and Pinder, eh? I wonder why.

I hoped you'd be able to tell me.

Thanks a lot. Just the ticket. Be seeing you.

MUSIC: 'I Can't Control Myself' by The Troggs

♪ Oh, no!

♪ Ba ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba ba ba ba

♪ Ba ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba ba ba ba

♪ I can't stand still cos you got me going

♪ Ba ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba ba ba ba

♪ Your slacks are low and your hips are showing

♪ Ba ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba ba ba ba... ♪

Hello, Alf.

I hope you're not here to ask for assistance, Oscar.

- Why? - You're wasting your breath.

I hold you responsible as rabble- rouser-in-chief for a slipped disc

and a blackened toenail.

It's just as well I've come to see young Steve.

- Mr Blaketon. - I've had a brainwave.

Take a look at this.

There's the entrance to Topp Rigg Quarry,

showing the one route through the village,

but north of the workings is Lily Barton's land,

so if Pinder was to drive a route north through there,

bypass the village.

But only by going through a farmhouse.

Well, reason enough for dirty tricks.

- Could he get planning permission? - Why not?

It's the solution everyone's looking for.

Everyone except Lily Barton.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police Station.

Alf, it's Vernon Scripps.

I need urgent assistance now. If not sooner.

All right, all right. Calm down, Vernon.

- 'It's gone missing.' - What's gone missing?

'Alf, it's them Trots.'

They've got Jim Pinder's boat.

'If you don't get a move on, it'll be firewood by tonight.'

It's Vernon Scripps.

He reckons that you lot have pinched Jim Pinder's boat.

What do you know about it, Oscar?

The insurers say they may not pay out.

They say I did it.

Perhaps I did.

You didn't cause the fire, Lily, but somebody else might have done.

- Who? - Somebody you trust, maybe.

I also think your sheep were stolen.

The wall was demolished to make it look as if they got out.

But why?

Somebody wants you off this place before you want to go.

Who?

Ted?

DOOR SLAMS

It's possible.

Ted?

He says my sheep were stolen and the fire was no accident.

Oh, aye?

He says somebody wants me out and he says it's you.

Then I say he should shut his trap.

Me? Set the fire?

How? I was at an auction ten miles away.

He knows it cos he was there.

You weren't there all the time, though, Ted.

Once you unloaded the sheep, you left.

Don't talk stupid daft.

My trailer never left the auction. - True.

You didn't need it cos inside you'd stowed a motor bike.

- I've had enough of this. - You biked here,

set the fire and biked back. That's what I saw in your trailer.

What's he saying, Ted?

Rubbish! Why set fire to the place when it's been promised to me?

You couldn't wait. Or at least Jim Pinder couldn't.

Who's he?

Go on. Tell her, Ted.

Why? I don't know him.

He's the man who wants the access to the quarry.

Isn't he?

I'm going.

If you want to call me...

put up some proof.

Come on! Go on!

Go on!

Go on!

- You found it, then. - Safe and sound, Mr Pinder.

But well and truly beached.

- How did they get it in here? - Who knows?

At least you won't have to wait for a high tide to take it out.

You should never have stopped.

Hold on. I've been driving half a day.

Save the excuses. You were asleep on the job.

Sorry, Mr Pinder. It won't happen again.

- You're right cos I'm sacking you. - You what?

You heard. You're sacked.

Alienating another of the locals isn't going to help, Mr Pinder.

If I was a sailing man, I'd say try another tack.

PINDER: Just a second, Scripps.

MUSIC: 'Saturday Sun' by Nick Drake

♪ Saturday sun

♪ Came early one morning

♪ In a sky

♪ So clear and blue... ♪

Lily recognised her sheep straight away.

- How? - By the faces, she said.

Unreal.

So, what happened to Smithson?

He paid back the money he got for the sheep and skedaddled.

Lily didn't want him charged.

Not even for starting the fire?

Not sure we could have proved it anyway.

Oh, so Lily's on her own again, then.

Well, perhaps we could persuade Susie to move in with her.

You kidding?

Well, if she's looking for an excuse not to go back home...

Her bags are packed. She's going.

Well, I'll miss her. Where is she anyway?

I don't know. Out with Gina somewhere doing good works.

Ha ha!

♪ Happy and I'm smiling

♪ Walk a mile to drink your water

♪ You know I'd love to love you

♪ And above you there's no other

♪ We'll go walking out...

Hello?

Lily?

- Hello? - We've brought you some lunch!

- Lily! - Mrs Barton!

Lily!

CLATTERING

- What were that? - Lily?

'Ey up.

All right, Scripps. I'll see to Mrs Barton.

Lily!

- We've brought you some dinner. - I've just had some.

Oh.

We've seen a nice retirement home, haven't we?

Oh, so beautiful.

My own bedroom, with bathroom,

and help at any time.

Isn't that right, Jim? - Night or day, sweetheart.

You just ring a bell.

My solicitor is talking to Lily's about the sale of this place.

She's guaranteed comfort till the end of her days.

Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to put some wheels in motion.

What do you think?

Sounds marvellous, Lily.

No. No. I mean, what do you think of him?

- Him? - He reminds me so much of my Wilf.

Not his money or his clothes, nowt like that.

No, it's his smile.

He's got Wilf's smile to a tee.

Of course, I still made him pay through t'nose.

You'd better take that home to your mum, eh?

CAR HORN