14x23 - Shadows From The Past

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

GLASS SHATTERS

- Morning. - Morning, Sergeant.

Ah, just the job. Thanks very much.

- CHURCH BELLS CHIME - Where is everybody?

Alf called to say Mrs Ventress

is still too poorly for him to leave her.

And Rob and Phil are in the High Street.

There was a smash and grab on the off-licence last night.

Right. Give me a shout when they get back in.

Yes, Sergeant.

Oh, and, uh, Younger...

Yes, Sergeant?

I was doing some paperwork last night.

Including some of your crime reports.

I have never seen such carelessness and bad spelling.

"Among items stolen were some Bathoven records and a grandfather."

"The burglar had got in by forcing open a skylark."

Not good enough, Constable.

Sorry, Sergeant.

In future, take more care.

Four large boxes of cigarettes.

Still taped up. They'd been delivered just before closing time.

I left them on the shopfloor to be checked today.

Do you think they may have waited for the delivery?

Yeah, I suppose.

But you don't remember anyone suspicious?

No, sorry.

All right, well, thanks, Mr Morris.

- WALKER: Any joy? - No.

She saw two men. Medium height, medium build.

Too dark to see their faces.

Too dark and too short-sighted to read the number plate.

Described the van? Not even a colour.

Oh, well. We'll just have to wait for somebody to hand themselves in.

Aye, talking of which...

Have you seen who's standing with the gawpers?

PEOPLE CHATTER INDISTINCTLY

OBJECTS RATTLE IN TIN

Agh!

Hello. Uh, I thought you'd gone out.

- What are you doing with that? - I was just checking the pockets.

I thought I might run an iron over it.

- I wouldn't bother! - Oh, all right, then.

David... I don't suppose you've got a spare bob or two, have you?

Er... No. No, I've only got my float for the taxi.

Ah.

And those bits of paper that you say are like money. Your IOUs.

Ah, yes. Now, you're keeping them safe, aren't you?

Oh, yes. Right here, just like you said.

That's right. saving them is keeping you from frittering your money away.

Yes. I wanted to ask you about that.

Not now, David. I must dash.

But, I...

LAUGHTER

You've got a way with words, Geoff, I give you that.

All right, you've had your fun.

- Nobody's perfect. - You're right there, Geoff.

Yeah. Especially that bloke in the dark blue "suite"!

Hello, Colin. You didn't take long to get here.

- I want to see the Sergeant. - He's busy. Deal with me.

I've come about the raid on the off-licence.

- Oh, yeah? Why? - I did it.

- No, you didn't. - I did.

- No, Colin. - I know what I did!

Look, why don't you just go home, eh?

I'm staying here till somebody listens to me.

There you go.

Thank you, love.

Um... Put it on David's slate.

He hasn't got a slate. And you know it.

Two shillings, please.

SHE SIGHS

s d.

Ten, eleven, a bob.

Thank you.

- It's robbery! - My pleasure.

- Gina, I'm back! - You took your time.

Yeah, I was talking to Rob and Bellamy.

Lionel Morris had his place broken into last night.

Not again?

Yeah, they went through the front this time. Nicked his fags.

- Lionel must think he's jinxed! - Well, that's the way it goes.

Do you know, that man's had nowt but bad luck since his wife died.

Don't tell me, love. It was the same for me when our Bert went.

He was my rock.

Well, I think Lionel relied on his wife a bit too much really.

They were a devoted couple, but she called the tune.

- She had the money, you see. - So... Now he's a merry widower.

Well, not really. He's certainly got a bob or two.

But he's very quiet. Used to come in here every week.

She'd always order a Manhattan cocktail.

There's posh!

He still comes in. Sits over there by himself.

Oh. Sad, really.

- Sure he isn't telling the truth? - Positive.

He's plagued us for years.

First, we picked him up for genuine petty offences,

then he'd confess to everything

from dropping litter to the Great Train Robbery.

Just an attention seeker?

Compulsive lying, they say it is. He's been under a doctor for it.

Well, let's make sure. We don't want to look a gift-horse in the mouth.

Right, sarge.

- A van was used in the raid. - I know.

- You haven't got a van. - Ha! I had a driver!

- What's his name? - I'm not saying.

- Why not? - I'm not a grass.

You're keen enough to grass on yourself, Colin.

If you raided the off-licence, where's the stuff?

- In a lock-up. - A lock-up where?

Only the driver knows.

So there's nothing to connect you to the crime.

- What's that? - Part of the haul.

All right, Constable. I've heard enough.

Show Mr Sneddon out.

Out?

The only thing you are guilty of is wasting police time!

Now I could charge you with that. But quite frankly,

you are not worth the paperwork!

Now, if making false confessions is your thing, take my advice.

Find another hobby!

DOOR BELL

Hello. Can I help?

Er... I'm not sure.

I was looking for...something.

Yes?

Yes. The ingredients to make a Manhattan.

Oh.

I can see you're stumped. It's a cocktail.

I know that, thank you.

Are you sure?

BOTTLES CLINK

What's that, Miss Finch?

This lady wants to make a Manhattan, Mr Morris.

Oh! Then she'll need four ice cubes,

one part sweet vermouth, three parts bourbon

and a maraschino cherry. Stirred but not shaken.

Exactly!

It was my wife's favourite tipple.

Mine as well!

She had it first on a cruise to the Canaries.

Spoilt for life, I bet!

Absolutely.

Sadly, it was a short one after that. She passed away two years ago.

Oh, I am sorry. I didn't...

You weren't to know.

Miss Finch, one bottle of bourbon and one of sweet Italian vermouth.

If you'd be so kind.

Thank you.

Colin! What do you want?

Can I speak to you?

Is it important? I was just on my way out.

Yeah, it's important.

Come in.

I hope it's not about the raid on the off-licence.

- No. - Good.

It's about this.

- What is it? - You'll see.

Remember Vicky Brown?

Yeah, that was a while ago, wasn't it?

COLIN: years.

Must be. But what about her?

Take a look.

COLIN: years, seven months, three weeks she's been gone.

I don't understand. Why have you kept all this?

- I knew her. - A lot of people knew her.

I knew her more than most.

She used to cycle past Chorleys' farm where I were working.

I used to look out for her.

Sometimes I reckon she came by on the off-chance of seeing me.

The police talked to you, didn't they?

Course.

I helped with their enquiries.

All night once.

So why are you here now?

I've come to tell you.

Tell me what, Colin?

That I k*lled her.

I was ploughing the ten-acre field. The one next to the road.

It's a quiet road, that one. Hardly anyone uses it.

I saw her coming, and got to the gate as she came by.

And she stopped.

She liked to stop and chat. HE CHUCKLES

Right little chatterbox!

Go on.

I asked her if she'd like a ride on the tractor.

But she said she didn't want to get her frock messed up.

Blue, it was.

You told the police all this.

I said I hadn't seen her.

But you had.

I've just said so, haven't I?

OK... So what happened?

I asked her to go out with me.

She just laughed.

Said I was too common.

I got angry.

Go on.

The more angry I got, the more she laughed.

I had to shut her up, see.

How did you... shut her up?

I strangled her.

I didn't mean to.

Something just snapped.

Next thing, she's lying there.

What did you do with her body?

I hid her in a ditch.

When it was dark, I went back and buried her in the field

I'd been ploughing.

You sent him home?

Seeing as we've been down this track before,

I told him to tell his mother what he told me.

And how did he react?

He was upset. He wanted me to arrest him there and then.

Said I didn't believe him.

And do you?

He knew a lot about the case.

He seemed to know a lot about Vicky Brown.

But then everyone does. It was in the news for weeks.

But given his record for making false confessions,

why didn't he cough for this at the time?

Perhaps this is the one crime he really did commit.

But could never admit to.

- Come again? - His other confessions

might have been a way of relieving his conscience.

Going to jail for what he hasn't done to balance the books.

Spare me the psychological mumbo-jumbo, Constable.

Yes, sarge.

Shouldn't we tell CID what we're doing?

You think they'd thank us for dragging them in

on the word of a known nutcase?

Mrs Sneddon?

He's in here.

- Sergeant Miller. - Doctor.

- What brings you here? - I asked her.

I understand Colin's made some sort of confession.

Yes.

You're aware that Colin's been referred

to a specialist in personality disorders.

We're not psychiatrists, Doctor. We deal in facts.

And the fact is that he's confessed to a m*rder.

Well, it's all nonsense! You know he's just a daft lad!

Yes, Mrs Sneddon.

He never touched that girl and you know that!

- I did. - Shut up, Colin!

I did it!

Can we talk outside?

I'm no expert in psychiatric medicine,

but a heavy-handed approach could damage him.

What would you have us do? Ignore it?

Of course not, but given his previous record,

it's unlikely he had anything to do with the girl's disappearance.

It's a pity we can't take that chance.

We have to sift the information

and then decide, one way or the other.

Why does Colin do it?

He's a fantasist. Pathological liars

are incapable of distinguishing between fiction and reality.

Colin genuinely believes his lies.

Look, I don't want to leave him but I've got a surgery waiting.

Promise you'll take care of him.

- I'll do what I can. - Thanks.

- Mr Chorley? - Aye.

Sergeant Miller, Ashfordly police. This is PC Walker.

What can we do for you?

We're following information from Colin Sneddon. He used to work here.

I put up with him for a year then got shot.

What's going on?

- We're looking into an incident. - Involving him?

Mr Sneddon is helping us with our enquiries.

We'd like to take a look at one of your fields.

- Oh? - The ten-acre

that runs by the road.

You can dig some spuds up while you're there.

And don't expect him to turn a hand.

- What's happened? - I don't know, Ma.

Some enquiries or other.

I thought that business were dead and buried.

- What business? - What do you think?

The lass on the bike.

- Is that the lot? - No. Same again in the store room.

We must have interview every man, woman and child

in a ten-mile radius.

We better start on that lot first.

Look, with respect, sarge,

I think he's leading us a dance.

- You think I don't know that? - Yes, Sarge.

Go through statements of residents and workers of Chorley farm.

You two can join the digging detachment.

Tomorrow morning. First thing.

Digging, Sergeant? How many of us?

- As many as I can drum up. - It's a big field, sarge.

Well, stick to the area that Sneddon suggested.

So, it's true, you've re-opened the Vicky Brown case?

Just following up on information. That's all.

Supplied by Colin Sneddon.

Who told you that?

We don't divulge our sources.

So you know Colin Sneddon.

Oh, just a bit!

He was in and out of my nick more times than the station cat!

In that case, you know what we're up against.

Yeah. A compulsive liar, for starters.

So what's he said?

I can't say any more, Gina.

At least Vicky's parents are well out of it.

They went to Canada. Started a new life.

This would have brought it all back to them.

- PEGGY: Ooh! - I'll get it!

Ooh.

Oh, hello, again!

Hello! I'm sorry to be so clumsy.

No harm done. Are you with anyone?

No. Just popped in on the off chance of seeing someone I knew.

Well, you have! Can I get you a drink?

Oh...

Well... Thank you!

No need to tell me what you want.

What can I get you, Mr Morris?

I'd like a Manhattan, Gina.

A Manhattan? Well, well!

I never thought I'd hear you order one of them again!

It's this lady's favourite drink.

Oh, this lady.

Miss, um...

Armstrong. Peggy to you.

Your favourite, eh?

Well, fancy that!

I hoped I'd find you here.

Helen. Let me get you a drink.

- No, thanks. I'm on call. - What's up?

It's got out that Colin's confessed to Vicky Brown's m*rder.

Yeah, I know.

You promised you'd keep it under wraps.

We did. Someone at the farm must have put two and two together.

Given the strength of local feeling, I'm concerned for Colin's safety.

Right. I'll talk to Miller tomorrow and we'll take it from there.

Tomorrow may be too late, Rob.

Ah, come on, then.

How's that for you?

Perfect.

I think Hilda believed a drink like that set her apart from the...

Riff-raff.

Well, yes. She was very aware of her social standing, was Hilda.

Not that I mean that as a criticism.

Absolutely not.

I mean, some folk are born leaders. Others, just made to follow.

I mean, I've always been a bit of a role model myself.

I'm afraid I'm one of life's followers.

It's why I miss her so much. She organised me.

Picked my clothes, fed me. She were a wonderful cook.

As it happens, I'm no slouch in the kitchen.

- Really? - I'm never happier

than when I'm paddling in the pastry!

Well, well. Flower-arranging was another of her passions. Me?

I can't tell a tulip from a hyacinth!

SHE LAUGHS

Do you know, I think she was a very lucky woman to have had you!

Oh!

CROWD SHOUTING ANGRILY

Show yourself, Sneddon!

BANGING ON DOOR

Murdering scum! Come on! Show your face, Sneddon!

Hold it there! PC Walker! Quiet!

Now, what are you doing here?

What Vicky's mum and dad can't do themselves.

- What's the paint for? - We're decorating.

Cut it out! Or I'll book the lot of you!

What, leave it to you? After it's taken years to nail him?

I suggest you cool it. Nobody here's been charged with an offence.

Off the hook again, is he?

Go home.

All of you! Go home!

We're not done here, Walker.

CROWD MUTTERS

Brenda! It's Dr Trent and PC Walker. Is Colin there?

BRENDA: Go away!

We should take him to the police station.

- BRENDA: No! - For his own safety.

But not his sanity!

They'll be back. And next time, there'll be more of them.

UNBOLTS DOOR

SHE SNIFFLES

We should find a place for you too.

Forgive me if this seems forward, but er...

would you like to go on a trip tomorrow?

A trip?

On early-closing day, Hilda and I

used to love to take off into the countryside.

Well, it is short notice.

- Yes, of course. - But all right.

- Really? - On condition that tomorrow night,

I cook us up some grub at my place.

Invitation accepted. Another Manhattan?

He looks pleased with himself.

Must be the company he keeps.

What are you up to?

Never you mind!

What's your bread and butter pudding like?

Best in the business.

That's what I'd heard. And your jugged hare?

- The same. - Right, tomorrow night,

I want you to cook us up a meal for two. For cash.

All right.

Hey!

And leave it in the pot. We'll be eating at home.

SHOVELS SCRAPE

What are you doing out here?

Watching.

What's the good of that?

Come on. You'll catch your death.

It's enough to make you shiver.

CHORLEY: Right. So have some sense and get in the truck.

Come on, Mother!

What's the matter? You look fed up.

Oh, it's Aunt Peggy.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, it's all, "David, go here" and "David, go there".

Now she wants me to be a cleaner for her!

She says she wants the place looking spotless!

What for?

She's invited that Mr Morris round for supper.

Hm. I didn't know she could cook.

Well, she can't. Gina's doing that. That's a secret, by the way.

No, she reckons her and Mr Morris are becoming pals.

Pals, eh? Said the spider to the fly.

♪ The world in which you're living

♪ Gets a bit too much to bear

♪ And you need someone to lean on

♪ When you look there's no one there

♪ You're gonna find me ♪

HE SIGHS HAPPILY

Hilda used to love coming up here.

"You can keep your sunbathing", she used to say. "Give me real weather."

BIRD CRIES

I'm so glad you could come, Peggy.

SHE CHUCKLES It's...

It's my pleasure. (PANTS)

Ah, happy memories.

Yeah.

How much further is it?

Two to three miles. If you're game.

Oh, I'm... I'm game enough.

It's just my ankle's playing up. I think I must have turned it.

We must go back.

- No, no! - No, no, I insist.

- Well, all right. - Here, lean on me.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Wasn't there a cafe down there by the car park?

No need. I brought a Thermos.

Oh... Champion.

UNLOCKING DOOR

- Two sugars, right? - Yeah.

Sure I can't get you

a slice of lightly-buttered toast to go with that?

I'm all right, thanks.

You're far from all right, sunshine.

All right, Sneddon. Shape up and take note.

We've been digging where you suggest and come up with nowt but spuds!

She's there somewhere.

- You better not be lying to me. - She's there, I swear!

Where?

Er...

I must have buried her further in.

Around here.

It was years ago!

It were, uh, it were dark! I can't be sure!

Well, get sure! If you're conning us, lad, I'll let light into you!

I did my bit, of course.

But it was really Hilda who ran the business.

Well, some trades only a man can properly do.

But with shop work, the boot, I reckon, is on the other foot.

And I should know. I've run plenty in my time.

- Really? - Yeah.

A fish and chip shop. Haberdasher's.

Ice cream round. You name it, I've run it.

How interesting. I'm so glad you could come today, Peggy.

My pleasure, Lionel.

Two years last Monday since Hilda passed away.

It's the first time I've felt the clouds lift.

Sergeant Miller reckoned you'd be finished by now.

We've had to extend the area of search. Is that a problem?

Not for me. But my mother's getting het up.

Watching you lot. Thinking what you might find there.

It's upsetting for her.

I understand what you're saying, Mr Chorley.

But we need to get to the truth of the matter.

Colin Sneddon wouldn't know the truth if it bit him.

He lied all the time he were here, mostly for no reason.

Problem?

Mr Chorley's not too keen on us carrying on.

Says it's upsetting his mother.

MILLER: Not as much as it's upsetting me.

- Go and fetch Sneddon. - You want him here?

Give him one last chance before we call it a day.

I'd never have guessed that you liked housework!

Oh, yeah! Just give me some rubber gloves,

I'm like a fish in porridge.

I've got three brothers, remember?

If I wasn't here, I'd only be clearing up after them.

They think the mop and bucket is a pub in Ugthorpe.

DOOR OPENS

Oh! Got a little helper, have you?

Well, I couldn't do it by myself, could I?

Not with having to scrub the front step and spray Alfred for fleas.

Lovely flowers.

- It's a wreath, isn't it? - No, David.

It's a table decoration.

You put a candle in the middle and... hey, presto.

I'm sure I've seen one of those in Mr Scripps's funeral parlour.

Isn't it time you were off to fettle a crankshaft?

You haven't taken that from the funeral parlour?

Oh, don't get upset, David.

Does Mr Scripps know?

No! And he's not going to know. It's going back tomorrow.

- You've taken that off a coffin! - The occupier isn't complaining.

Oh, don't sit there catching flies in your mouth.

You've got pots to collect from that pub.

And you can take Little Miss Smarty-Boots with you, an' all!

DOOR SLAMS

Why did you bring him?

WALKER: Miller thinks it might jog his memory.

Waste of time. He's having us on, isn't he?

Probably.

I've always hated gardening.

HE LAUGHS

Cheer up. It'll be dark soon.

Rob!

What?

I've found summat.

Sarge!

Look.

Call Forensics. Secure the site. It'll be dark in half an hour.

Sarge.

We don't want him to do anything stupid.

Check him every quarter.

Yes, Sarge.

PEGGY: Come in. Come in.

Oh, thank you. My word, something smells good!

- Jugged hare. - Oh, splendid.

This wine will go with it perfectly.

Oh, thank you, Lionel!

You look very smart.

And you look remarkably... comfortable.

Ah...

Very much in the style of my dear departed.

Oh.

Yes, she was never a sl*ve to fashion.

ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYS

Well! Isn't this cosy?

Come in.

I thought you ought to know before the rumour mill grinds.

We found a body.

- I can't believe it! - Yeah.

I've just come from Colin's mother's.

- Has she got someone with her? - A neighbour.

Poor woman.

Yeah.

How's Colin?

He looks pretty frightened.

Anyway, I thought you ought to know.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Right.

Would you like a coffee?

I would. But I've got work to get on with.

And an early start.

Of course. Another time, perhaps?

Yeah.

Night.

- Drop more? - Thank you.

That was some supper, Peggy.

I like a man who enjoys his grub.

I hadn't eaten like that since...

Well, you know when.

If Hilda had been here, you'd be swapping recipes all night.

Oh, I dare say.

And the flowers!

Such a sensitive touch. I'd never have guessed.

Doesn't do to shout.

You're too modest.

Some folk are all cap and no cows, aren't they?

"Gone but not forgotten"?

What?

It's written here: "Gone but not forgotten."

Oh... uh, I'm sorry.

It's, um... my little tribute to Hilda.

Oh, thank you.

You know, Peggy, I've been mourning

that wonderful woman for over two years.

And I don't regret a single moment.

But since meeting you, I've realised that enough must be enough.

I've made a decision.

Oh, yes?

Are you doing anything tomorrow?

T-Tomorrow?

N-No. I-I don't think so.

- What about the next day? - No!

- The day after that? - No!

No! No for the rest of my life, come to that!

Good.

Come to the off-licence about . We'll take things from there.

- To the future. - The future!

What's up?

- I've got to get hold of Miller. - What's happened?

PHIL: How tall was Vicky Brown?

Er... About ' ", I reckon.

Exactly. Even I could tell it wasn't her.

- Not her? - Yeah.

We've found the remains of some bloke, about six foot tall.

Cretin! Are you going to own up to this one as well?

- No. - Why not?

I don't know who it is.

Is that the only thing that's stopping you? Now listen to me!

I've had you up to here!

You got a problem? Go see a doctor! Get some pills!

Go to one of those place where they sit around and shout at one another!

Just stay away from here!

Understood?

Chuck him out.

- Oh, Aunt Peggy. - Yes, love?

Can I have another quick word about these IOUs?

Of course you can.

I'm not sure I've got the hang of them, you see.

You know you... said that these are like money?

Yes. Here, let me show you.

Have you got a pound note, love?

Right. Now...

See what this says.

"I promise to pay the bearer one pound."

Signed by the cashier.

Now, do you know him?

- No. - No.

Well why should you trust somebody you don't know to pay you a £ ?

- I don't know. - No. I don't, either.

Whereas these are promises to pay signed by me, your auntie!

Oh! Right.

- Are you happy now? - Yeah.

Good!

But if you really want me to exchange

these pieces of paper for this stranger's,

well, I might soon be in a position to oblige.

Why, what are you doing?

Getting ready.

- What for? - Pastures new, David.

Pastures new!

There you are.

Even your mum won't know who you are.

Is this his idea?

Sergeant Miller?

Yeah.

Yeah, he wants us to get you home safe and sound.

Why?

Because it's our job, Colin.

Look, if Vicky's mum and dad still lived round here,

you could have caused them a fresh load of grief.

It's not like saying you nicked a few boxes of fags now, is it?

Eh? What do you say?

Nothing.

Nothing.

That's an improvement, I suppose.

Look, Colin, I know you can't help the way you are,

but I think you should get some help.

Come on. Let's get you out of here, eh?

We're going to make our way to the car.

I'll open the door. You get in as quick as you can.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

What's the latest from the pathologist?

As soon as he gets the body back from the lab, he'll know more.

But he's sure it's that of a young male, ' ", brown hair.

Possible cause of death?

Fractured skull due to a heavy blow.

Right. Anything else?

He was wearing boots, sir. Good ones.

That and other things point to him being well-off.

The pathologist reckons a farm-hand of the time

would have been wearing clogs.

Of the time?

He reckons that the body's been in the ground years or more.

How long have the Chorleys farmed here?

Three generations, I'd say, at least.

Judging by the photos in the house.

Right, Colin. Just wait here a moment, eh?

Hiya.

What's happening?

Mrs Sneddon's agreed that she and Colin should stay with her sister

until the locals learn the facts.

I said it wasn't him. He doesn't know what he's saying.

- It's nobody's fault. - Isn't it?

- Least of all yours. - Do you think he'll ever get right?

In time, who knows?

Look, er... Where does your sister live?

Whitby.

Right. Come on. I'll run you over there.

Thanks, Phil.

ROB: So, is that your mother?

Aye. That's me on her lap.

Hm. And that must be your father, then?

No. That's Wilf, her brother-in-law. k*lled in t'Great w*r.

That's my father. Next to Gran and Grandad.

Thanks.

So...

What are you going to do with Sneddon now?

Lass like that. He deserves stringing up, I reckon.

- We've released him. - You've done what?

- Released him. - You said you found a body.

We have. Only it's not Vicky Brown's.

Whose is it?

We don't know, Mr Chorley.

Can't credit it.

Yes, upsetting.

But you'll appreciate we still have our job to do.

More upset.

We'll try and keep disruption to a minimum.

I doubt it. When that lass went missing,

your lot were round here again and again.

This is different.

How?

ROB: We're not looking for many witnesses.

The body was buried more than years ago.

years?

So, do you think your mother

might be able to shed some light on the matter?

- DEBRA: Hello. Can I help? - Oh, I don't think so.

Tell Lionel, uh, Mr Morris, that I'm here.

- He's not in. - Well, that's funny.

Because he knew I was coming.

He's been held up, I expect. He's having his car washed and valeted.

I said, "Where were you last night? It's covered in muck."

Some people live in it, don't they?

Been working here long, have you?

Long enough.

Doesn't the job suit?

It's all right, I suppose. Why do you ask?

I were thinking you were lucky to have kept it.

TILL RINGS

COINS RATTLE

CHORLEY: Mum!

What are you doing, Mother?

Waiting.

Are you going somewhere?

I expect so.

Look, this body they found,

it isn't Vicky Brown's.

It's someone who were buried many years ago.

- years or more, they reckon. - Yes, I know.

What do you mean, you know?

I helped bury him.

You what?

Don't be daft, Mother.

Who is it, Mrs Chorley?

She doesn't know. She's rambling.

It's Wilf.

It isn't him. Wilf died in the w*r.

No, love.

Wilf died downstairs in my arms.

I knew it would come out one day.

We'd lost most of the farm-hands to the w*r already.

But Wilf and your father were exempt from military service.

Wilf was adamant he was going.

One day he came back with his papers and your father went mad.

They had a fight.

And Wilf fell backwards and hit his head against the fireplace.

I can hear the crack now.

You didn't call for a doctor?

No point. It were obvious.

What about the police?

What could they do but make matters worse?

Your father and grandfather decided we should bury him

and tell folk he'd enlisted.

He was a grand lad, your uncle!

It's all right, Ma.

Are you going to arrest me?

Could she be charged for not reporting the death?

Who on earth would want that?

There'll be an inquest, of course.

If her account is consistent with the pathologist's findings,

I can see no public interest being served in contesting it.

Sad story.

Sad time.

Just another casualty of w*r.

Still, at least now he can be buried in the family grave.

Which is more than can be said for poor Vicky Brown.

He's here now!

Finally, she shakes a leg!

Sorry, did you say something?

No. No.

- Peggy. - Lionel!

- Apologies for being late. - No matter.

Miss Finch here has been keeping me abused.

- Amused. - What?

I think you mean amused!

Do I?

Thank you, Miss Finch. If you give us a moment, I'll be right with you.

All right.

It's none of my business, but you can get a better assistant.

Really?

Yes. If gumption were water, she'd not have enough to wash her face!

My Hilda said very much the same.

A very good judge, your Hilda.

And so like you. Just as forthright and dependable.

I was devoted to her.

Forgive the presumption, but I believe

you could step straight into her shoes.

Step into her...

Oh, Lionel! I don't know what to say!

- Say yes. - Yes! Of course! Yes!

What with your experience, I know you won't let me down.

Such a comfort to know that I can leave you in charge.

There's a cash float in the till. There's an overall on the peg.

Everything's priced.

Yes...

- Been so long since I had a break. - A break?

I'm off on holiday with Miss Finch.

You what?!

I know. You're right.

She's a little bit mousy with her "Yes, Mr Morris. No, Mr Morris."

But you know, after Hilda, I quite like that!

And let's face it,

does us all a power of good to have a change.

♪ Gotta go

♪ I hope you're ready cos take a look outside

♪ Don't mind the weather, girl, let's take a ride

♪ Get away, we'll leave the city folk

♪ They'll have to stay

♪ Don't have to pack a thing just get away

♪ Gotta go

♪ Get away

♪ Take a look at that deep blue sea, don't you think it looks great?

♪ Not a cloud to be seen in the sky

♪ And the sun won't wait

♪ I believe that the time is right

♪ Don't let it slip away

♪ Instead of dreaming 'bout tomorrow

♪ You can live today

♪ If you get away

♪ I know a little place not far from town

♪ Gotta go ♪