♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪
MUSIC: 'Fox On The Run' by Manfred Mann
♪ She walked through the corn
♪ Leading down to the river
♪ Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun...
- How are you doing? - Fine. A bit cold.
- Is there any more tea in there? - Yes, a bit.
But it's nearly time. Better pack the gear away.
♪ ..left me to die
♪ Like a fox on the run
♪ Like a fox (like a fox)
♪ Like a fox on the run
Morning. Morning.
How long have you been here?
- Since ten last night. - Ooh!
Bet I know what you're after.
- For yourself? - Yes.
Very nice, too.
Now, remember, ladies. No biting, no scratching.
Just take it steady. There's no rush. No panic.
♪ I need a place to hide
♪ She walked through the corn leading down to the river
♪ Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun
♪ She talk all the love...
- Hello, Tina. How are you? - Not bad, Mr Scripps.
Any chance of using your lav?
Aye. Yeah, it's round the corner.
- Where are you going? - Where do you think?
I told you I couldn't wait.
- Always the same, your Tina. - Aye, worse luck.
Oh, come off it. She's a grand lass.
Maybe so. But she never leaves the farm.
Night after night, in watching the telly.
Well, there are worse things, Sid.
She won't meet any fellas doing that, will she?
Ah.
Marje and me want to see her settled.
So we're taking matters into our own hands.
(Oh.)
I need a word wi' David.
CROWD GASPS
Ban the fur trade! Ban the fur trade!
You see what you should be doing to fur, people? It's cruel, inhumane.
Pointless. Ban it!
GENTLE BALLAD ON RADIO
What are you doing, night after tomorrow?
Er...nothing. Why?
I've got tickets for our Tina to go to the Young Farmers' Ball.
Oh. That's nice.
So, if you're free that night, I'd like you to take her.
Me?!
She can get a bit silly when she's had a drink or two,
and, well, you're a dependable lad.
I know you'll get her home safe and sound.
How long were you on your feet for?
Er, not long.
They found a chair for me in the shop.
But I went funny again when I got back to my aunty's.
- What did she say? - She was at work.
Have you told her about not feeling well?
I daren't impose on her any more than I already have.
Well, we're going to have to watch your blood pressure.
No need to panic, but I'd feel happier
if you were in hospital.
- I'm not due for three weeks. - No.
But you've nobody here to keep an eye on you.
I could phone your parents.
- No! - They might like to help.
No. They don't want to see me again until I've got rid of this.
Is that what you want?
I suppose so.
It's your decision, you know. Don't let anybody rush you.
Afternoon, all.
- Mr Padgett. - I got a message about a stray.
Yes. I'll go and bring her in.
- You were THERE, Younger! - Yes, Sergeant.
And you did nothing.
- Well, I... - And why was that?
Because you had your hands full.
No point denying it, is there, when you're in the picture?!
Holding what, precisely?
A pedal bin, Sarge.
It was half price.
It all happened so fast.
You don't call this an obstruction of the footpath?
- Well... - Reckless behaviour?
Liable to endanger the public?
Most of the people I spoke to thought it made a bit of a change.
Well, I should ask the store manager about that.
This was hardly the newsflash he had in mind!
Well, somebody's been feeding her.
Yeah, we have. For about a week.
Well... she's got distemper and fleas for a kick-off.
I'll take her back home with me and sort her out.
Then what?
Well, if no-one turns up to claim her...
I know a couple who might take her in.
Thanks. Oh, by the way, the boss would like to see you before you go.
Oh, righto. I'll just put her in the wagon first.
GIGGLES GLEEFULLY
By 'eck, David!
You've hit the jackpot.
Oh, hold on! Tina Bestwick's all right, but she's hardly that.
Why not?
Oh, she's all right to have a laugh with.
And she doesn't mind giving a hand
if you need someone to help push your truck.
But I wouldn't call her the jackpot.
Well, I would.
Huh! Sid Bestwick's seen in you
things that are hidden to the rest of us.
You, my lad, are the chosen one.
Come off it. It's only a dance.
Well, what is a dance if not a courting ritual?
What?
No, this is Sid Bestwick's way of announcing to the whole district
that you and Tina could be...
might be...
ARE...
a couple!
Did your daughter say what she was getting up to?
No.
Do you know her friend?
Nick Payton. She's living with him.
- With your approval? - Huh!
These days, she doesn't seek MY approval.
He's coming up on our radar as a troublemaker.
She should keep better company, Tom.
Couldn't agree more with you more. But... she chooses her own friends.
You could try talking to her.
She, er... hasn't spoken to me for two years.
- I see. I'm sorry. - Me too.
Still cashing the cheques, though.
- Naturally. - Is she still at university?
Yes. That's where she met Payton.
He was in his final year and something of a star
in the student protest movement. - So we've gathered.
Well, now Mr Payton seems determined to get himself noticed
in this corner of North Yorkshire, you might let us know
if you get wind of any more stunts like this.
I promise you, George... I'll be the last to know.
Pity.
We're famous!
This'll show our mates elsewhere that we can do the business.
It's the local rag. They won't see it.
I'll make sure they see it, don't you worry.
LAUGHS
This is just the start, yeah?
Yeah. Why not?
What's for tea?
I thought you were having it(!)
From the old man?
- Yeah. - Conscience money?
- Playing the parent, I suppose. - I don't mean conscience about you.
I'm talking about him turning a blind eye
to what's going on at the livestock market.
(SIGHS) Not again.
He's supposed to be in charge of animal welfare, isn't he?
He's the market vet, yes.
Right. So don't go making excuses for him.
I'm not. But I know him, and you don't.
I know he stands by while cattle are jammed into lorries.
- He does what he can, Nick. - Rubbish!
I've seen animals go up for auction so lame, they can barely make it
to the slaughterhouse!
I'll tell you what that is. Blood money!
Mrs Reynolds? Hi. It's Nurse Cassidy from Aidensfield.
I'm sorry to disturb your evening.
But I thought you should know
that Lynne will be going into hospital tomorrow.
I wondered if you might come up from Leeds to see her.
I see.
Well, if you have second thoughts,
do phone and I'll give you directions.
Thank you, Mrs Reynolds. Bye.
MUSIC: 'Tales Of Brave Ulysses' by Cream
♪ You thought the leaden winter
♪ Would bring you down forever
♪ But you rode upon a steamer
♪ To the v*olence of the sun
♪ And the colours of the sea
♪ Blind your eyes with trembling mermaids
♪ And you touch the distant beaches
♪ With tales of brave Ulysses
♪ How his naked ears were tortured
♪ By the sirens sweetly singing
♪ For the sparkling waves are calling you
♪ To kiss their white-laced lips ♪
expl*si*n
What have you done?! It was a chance too good to miss.
Shall we go?
The files have been disturbed, but no cash taken.
- Oh, not kids, then. - He says he's had anonymous letters
from nutters in the animal welfare movement.
Animal welfare movement?
- What's that when it's at home? - It's a growing problem.
Don't you read your Federation mag?
Only if I can't sleep.
They're accusing him of overloading his lorries.
He says Tom Padgett's had letters as well.
- The vet? Why? - Don't know.
Let's ask him.
BLEATING
What sort of incident?
Someone broke into the offices and set fire to one of the lorries.
Oh, yeah?
The haulier had some anonymous letters prior to the att*ck.
- He said that you've had the same. - Yes.
You didn't report them?
- No. - Why not?
Threatening letters can lead to threatening behaviour.
Well, they weren't threatening as such, more...
reminders of my responsibility for animal welfare.
Any idea who might have sent the letters?
Sorry. No.
How long is it since he passed away?
Oh, not long ago. But I knew his widow wouldn't mind me asking.
'Ey, yeah. Couple of alterations, should do very nicely.
Bit of a dry clean, get the soup off the lapels.
Oh, no. That's not soup, Ernie.
That's wine. The mark of a gentleman.
No, no. I'll just give it a sponge down.
'Ey. Do you know? I reckon this could be the making of our David.
Don't get carried away.
No, I'm not. Sid Bestwick's no fool.
I didn't used to think so. I mean, Tina's an only child.
And she should come in for a good few acres.
Whatever happened to romance?
Oh, don't be so soppy!
First, batten down the assets.
And then the 'anky-panky can take care of itself.
Yes?
Is this about our fur trade protest?
No. We're investigating another incident.
Could you tell us where you were last night at around
I was here. Watching television. FRONT DOOR
You all right?
- Yeah. - What's going on?
I asked them in. What have I told you about opening the door
to strange men?
We're investigating an incident that took place last night around :.
Where were you around that time?
I was here.
Watching television, by any chance?
Well, she was.
I was half asleep. Never anything on, is there?
What's this all about?
Burglary and malicious damage.
- Someone set fire to a lorry. - Oh, I see.
We set fire to things, so you came knocking.
The lorry was a livestock transporter.
You've been a vocal critic of the way they operate.
Along with other right-thinking people.
The haulier's had some threatening letters.
Would you know anything about that?
Using your deductive powers again(?)
I'm a teacher, so I must know how to write a letter?
I'll take that as a no, shall I?
Well, thanks for your help.
Oh. Er, just so you know.
There were sheep in that lorry when it was set alight.
One minute happily munching away...
the next... shish kebab.
What did you say that for?
Well... it might just set the cat amongst the pigeons.
Now, don't say you didn't enjoy it.
I'll keep popping in to see how you're doing.
Hiya. You'll keep an eye on her?
Yes, of course. She looks so frightened.
Mm. Her parents keeping well away?
Yeah. Can't stand the shame, apparently.
She's been staying with her aunty pro tem.
But I think she feels an inconvenience even there.
Well, when she leaves, let's hope she can get on with life again.
Yeah, no, I'm hoping she'll decide to keep the baby.
Really? I thought she'd already decided to finish her A Levels.
Who knows? Maybe she can do both.
Well, shouldn't we be putting the baby first?
I think I am.
Sue Padgett seems very much under Payton's influence.
She's his alibi and vice versa.
- So you got nothing. - Only a lot of yap from him.
Aye. He was the same with me outside the store.
Cocky git wants knocking off his soapbox.
It's not our place to take sides.
Militant protest is here to stay. We just have to learn to cope with it.
Sarge?
Wouldn't it be better if we played down the story for the time being?
How do you mean?
It seems to me that all these people really want is publicity.
Deprive them of that and we sabotage their plans.
It's here.
Inside, bottom of the page.
You can't make the front page every time.
It's a fix, stupid.
We don't even get a mention. The police are saying it was kids.
- Kids? - Read it.
That's how easy it is to nobble the press in this country.
They can't suppress everything, Nick. We've already proved that.
We just have to bide our time for the right opportunity.
Bide our time! Yeah. That's just what they'd like.
Stuff that! We need to keep the momentum going.
- You are with me, aren't you? - You know I am.
THUNDER
One of Ashfordly's keepers will have checked the pens
about minutes ago. They won't do it again till last thing.
While you do the job, I'll drive to the battery hen farm
and create some havoc there.
We'll meet at the pub about :.
Gives us about an hour.
Should be plenty. Good luck.
MUSIC: 'I Feel Free' by Cream
♪ Feel when I dance with you
♪ We move like the sea
♪ You, you're all I want to know
♪ I feel free
♪ I feel free
♪ I feel free
♪ I can walk down the street There's no-one there
♪ Though the pavements are One huge crowd
♪ I can drive down the road My eyes don't see
♪ Though my mind Wants to cry out loud
♪ I
♪ I...
Ah. Good evening.
- Orange juice... please. - Right.
Is that the right time? I think it must be a bit slow.
Yeah, that's, er... pretty much on the dot.
There we are.
Thanks.
Don't I know him? Yeah. He's the bloke that set fire to a fur coat.
Outside Brown's.
Along with Tom Padgett's girl.
♪ Dance floor is like the sea
♪ Ceiling is the sky
♪ You're the sun And as you shine on me
♪ I feel free
♪ I feel free ♪
I haven't seen him in here before.
No. He likes to spread his custom thin.
And he means thin.
He's been sat nursing that one orange juice for nearly an hour.
- Hi. - Oh. Drink?
Not just now, thanks.
Erm, can I drag you away for a moment?
Sure.
I need to ask you a big favour.
Remember the pregnant schoolgirl I told you about?
Yeah.
I may be clutching at straws, but I want to find the baby's father.
- Can you help me? - How?
I've tried all the obvious avenues, but he seems to have gone to ground.
- That's not unusual. - You must have contacts in Leeds.
Maybe he's known, or a police record, or something.
- Carol... - If I can just talk to him.
It might give this girl one more reason to keep her baby.
Carol, I can't. You know I can't use the system like that.
I'm sorry. I'm...
I'm sorry.
I just...
SIGHS
I just know she'll come to regret it.
And her child will wonder, as I always have, why she was given away.
Like you have?
I never knew my parents. I grew up in a children's home.
Sorry. I didn't know.
Why would you?
I think I will have that drink now, please.
Sure.
- I thought we were meeting outside. - Sit yourself down.
- I did it. - Great stuff.
- What about you? - No.
- What do you mean? - The farm was busy.
Lit up like a Christmas tree. I had no chance.
So, how long have you been here?
- A while. - How long's that?
Relax! You were at home till you came here.
Well, nobody can vouch for that.
Calm down!
We'll stay here till closing time.
Then I'll... sort something out.
Right. How does it feel?
Don't know. It's a bit hard to say.
- Why? - Cos it's a bit hard to talk!
Oh, don't exaggerate! It's...
It's just a bit snug in places.
All this fuss over one flipping dance!
It's not just one dance, David.
It's your chance to cut a dash among the landed gentry.
Now. Turn around and let me see what I've got to play with at the back.
Get off!
- Yes? - Aren't you gonna ask me in?
I was about to go to bed.
- What is it you want? - It's Sue.
She might have got herself in a spot of bother.
She went out tonight and sabotaged the pheasant pens
on the Ashfordly Estate. - Oh! What the 'ell for?
To protest about the breeding of birds for sport.
Oh, you're idea.
She's got a mind of her own. You should know that.
Even so, I have to accept some of the responsibility.
- Well, that's big of you(!) - You might feel the same yourself.
- For her act of sabotage? - As a father!
If she's caught and convicted,
it could put paid to her career prospects.
- What do you want? - Something for Sue.
Not me.
What she needs from you, she'd never ask you for herself.
- You asked him to lie? - You needed an alibi.
Doesn't he owe you that much? At least?
You never asked me.
Listen! We do what's necessary to stay active.
Even if it means using your father.
Well, what did you get him to say?
For the hour before you joined me in the pub, he was with you.
Where?
Here! Look, his only concern was that he was attending a sick dog
at the time for some old girl up on the moor.
Well, doesn't that make it risky for him?
Maybe!
But it was a risk he seemed prepared to take.
- Ah. Mr Bestwick. - 'Ey-up! What brings you 'ere?
Well, it's about this dance.
I... I've tried, you know, to look forward to it, but...
- I just can't. - What are you on about, lad?
I can't take your Tina to the dance.
Right? It's all this... this dressing up and all this...
this fuss. It's got me in a right state.
I think you might have t'wrong end of t'stick here, David.
Oh?
I only want you to taxi her there and back. I don't want you to stay.
I've got Denis Nixon to partner her.
Oh. Er, right.
He's not my choice of the three Nixon lads.
But, well, t'other two are spoken for, so it's Hobson's choice.
- 'Appier now? - Oh. Yeah. Yeah.
The pens were secure at around :.
When they were checked again at ten to , they were open.
And the stock was gone.
KNOCKING Yes?
- Lord Ashfordly's here, Sergeant. - I'll be with him in a moment.
- Morning, Sergeant. - Ah, my lord. Do come in.
Mason was just briefing me about last night's incident.
Outrage, you mean.
I've lost stock amounting to a whole season's sh**ting.
It can be replaced, at some cost,
but more serious is the thr*at these lunatics pose to people's jobs.
You're assuming that it wasn't an act of random vandalism.
You think some lout's going to tramp through mud and thicket
just to release a few game birds?
- Well, I erm... - My tenants have known about
these vegetarians for some time now, Miller. Why not you?
We're not as ill-informed as you may think, my lord.
Oh, really. I can expect action, then, hm?
An early arrest, perhaps?
We'll see, shall we?
Well, I won't be holding my breath, I can tell you.
- Has the scene been cordoned off? - Yes.
Scenes of Crime have been there since daybreak.
Let's bring in our friend Payton, shall we?
- Payton couldn't have done it. - Why not?
He was in the Aidensfield Arms all evening.
- He's at work. - We're here to see you.
So, how can I help?
We'd like to know where you were last night.
- You saw me. I was in the pub. - Before then.
- Between : and :. - I was here.
- I had work to do. - Not housework, I assume(!)
Study work. At least, that was the plan.
Why? What happened?
I had a visitor.
My father.
- Your father was here? - Yeah.
How long for?
An hour or so. Then he drove me to the pub.
That must have come as a surprise. I'd heard that you'd lost touch.
Obviously not.
Anything else?
♪ I only know when he
♪ Began to dance with me
♪ I could have danced
♪ Danced, danced... ♪
Look at these lapels, David.
'Ey, they've come up lovely!
- Aunty? - Yeah.
I've got something I have to tell you.
It's nothing like the something I've got to tell you.
Look.
They were your Uncle Herbert's.
I've been waiting for something special before I gave them to you.
Oh, Aunty, I couldn't.
Oh, yes, you could, lad. 'Ere. And that's not all.
Oscar Blaketon came across these in your size.
They're dancing pumps.
You can see your face in 'em. Look!
'Ey, David!
You are going to be the beau of the ball.
Give us a bit more light if you don't mind, gents.
Yes... I did visit my daughter. Yeah.
What time was that?
Oh, must've been about half past eight,
or thereabouts. - How long did you stay?
- About an hour. - And then what?
Then I gave her a lift to the Aidensfield Arms... and went home.
When was the last time you spoke to your daughter, Mr Padgett?
Before last night.
- I'm not sure. - It was two years, didn't you say?
I'm wondering why you suddenly decided to make contact.
Well, she was about to start her final year at university.
I wanted to see her before she went.
- What's going on, Tom? - You'd better ask these officers.
We just had a few questions for Mr Padgett, my lord.
- Well, can't you see he's working? - It's all right.
I think they're done now.
- Yes. - Glad to hear it.
Mr Padgett will send you his bill in due course.
So, that rules out prime suspect number two.
Maybe.
If Tom Padgett says he was with his daughter, she couldn't have done it.
If he was with her, no.
If you're suggesting that Tom would perjure himself,
then you're no judge of character, Mason.
Hello. How are you feeling?
- Bored. - Maybe these'll help.
Oh, thanks.
I phoned your mother again.
- Oh, no! - I know you asked me not to,
but I'm sure she wants to know how you're doing.
Hi, Lynne.
- How are you? - All right.
Ah!
School work's taking a back seat today, hm?
Give her a break, Doctor. The poor girl's bored.
Yes, well...
It's up to you, Lynne. But best not to get too far behind.
We said we'd wait until break, but the headmaster insisted.
Yeah, he would.
We're investigating another incident.
This time on the Ashfordly estate last night.
It happened some time between : and :.
Well, not guilty. I was in the pub. Ask him.
Sue Padgett joined you at the pub at about :.
Did she say where she'd been?
She didn't tell you she'd been with her father?
She doesn't have anything to do with him.
So she didn't mention his visit? Or that he'd given her a lift?
Why are you asking me these questions? Ask the old man.
We have. Tom Padgett says he was with his daughter from : to :.
He's made a statement to that effect?
Yes.
Then he's a liar.
Ask the old girl out at Ridgeway Farm if you don't believe me.
You said that you visited your daughter and stayed about an hour?
Give or take a few minutes, yeah.
And after your chat with her, you gave her a lift to the pub.
- Is that right? - Yeah. I told all this to Mason.
Quite.
Sorry, George. Is there a problem?
I'm afraid there is, yes.
According to Mrs James out at Ridgeway Farm,
last night between : and :, you were tending her sick dog.
Is that the case?
Well?
Yes.
Sorry, George.
Yes. Well, so am I.
Attempting to pervert the course of justice
is a very serious offence. - Yes, of course.
One that incurs very stiff penalties.
Especially for someone like yourself in a position of trust.
- Who told you? - That's irrelevant.
Payton?
He came to my house late last night.
Appealed to me as a father.
He said if Sue was caught,
a criminal record could ruin her career prospects.
Perfectly true, of course, but...
It's just...
I thought this could be...
What?
A way back into her affections?
Yeah.
♪ Don't throw your love away... ♪
- Hello, Denis. - 'Ey-up, David.
I, er... I hear you're taking Tina Bestwick to the Farmer's Ball.
Don't remind me. I'm sick of my father going on about it.
Him and Bestwick think they're gonna match me and Tina up.
No chance!
She's all right, is Tina.
Maybe she is. But I've already got a girl.
And she'll dump me if she finds out about it.
You are still going, though.
Old man says I'm out on my ear if I don't.
I've just got to get it over and hope for t'best.
- It's outrageous. And to what aim? - Publicity for the cause.
The disgrace of such a respected man might even
make the national papers.
Surely you can stop this fella Payton getting away with it.
Tom made a statement of his own accord.
Yes, but from what you say, it was all a set-up.
Of course Tom would try to shield his daughter.
I'm afraid that's no defence in law.
You know, day or night, if you had to make a distress call
to that man, he'd be right there.
Sergeant. If Lord Ashfordly offered to withdraw the complaint,
could you drop the charges?
Compensation would have to be paid, of course.
- Would that let Tom off the hook? - Very likely.
But it would be seen as a cover up.
Imagine what Payton could make of that.
True. But if Lord Ashfordly's offer was made known to the girl,
perhaps we could nail Payton instead.
I haven't the foggiest what Mason's on about, Sergeant,
but if it'll help Tom Padgett, I'm all for it.
Temperature much steadier, Mrs Andrews.
Very good.
- Visitor? - From the Adoption Society.
Ah. Still not signed?
No.
I thought you'd made that decision.
I had, but Nurse Cassidy said I should leave it
until the baby's born.
Hm.
Isn't that right?
It's about what's right for you, Lynne.
But, in my opinion, you're in a more rational frame of mind now
than you will be after the event.
- SUE: I'm a bit busy. - MASON: We won't keep you long.
What are you doing with that?
A Scenes of Crime officers found wool threads
snagged in the opened pheasant pens.
Ten a penny, those scarves.
You were quite wet when you arrived at the pub.
Why was that, if you'd been given a lift?
It was raining when I got out of the car.
And muddy underfoot?
And we've the hoof prints to prove it.
- Not mine, you haven't. - No?
I've already said I couldn't have been on the Asfordly estate,
cos I was with my father!
At Ridgeway Farm, was that?
Cos that's where he was.
What?
Your father's confessed to giving you a false alibi.
- Sue? - Come to see what you've done?
To gloat?
To say, "I told you so"?
- Of course not. - Then, why are you here?!
To say sorry? Sorry for pretending to help, then dropping me in it?
- I know that's how it looks. - You couldn't have stood by me
for just once in your life.
Sue.
The police found out where I was last night. Someone told them.
Your father's telling the truth. Nick Payton informed on him.
Nick told you?
- Yes. - Oh, no.
Oh, no. Tricks.
Nick was right. Dirty tricks.
- Not on our part. - I live with him.
We share a passion for a cause. We love one another.
Who am I gonna believe? You or him?
Thank you, Nurse.
- Still not signed? - I haven't got a pen.
Take mine.
- Problem? - Not sure.
Lynne?
Are you sure about this?
- Then, leave it till you are. - A word, please.
- I'll take this. All right? - It's the doctor's.
- Why don't you leave her alone? - Like you(?)
Your pen, I believe.
You know what will happen once she gives birth.
Exactly. She'll get attached.
Carol, she is a schoolgirl without any close family support.
Somehow she'll cope.
And that's good enough, is it, when there are couples out there
desperate to give the baby a good home?
It's her life, her baby!
What makes you so sure she wants to keep it?
What makes you think she doesn't?
Cos personal history hasn't clouded my judgement.
LYNNE SCREAMS
What did your father do to make you so bitter?
What's it to you?
I'm just trying to understand.
He cheated on my mother. It broke up the family.
So, now you think you've got more in common with Nick than with him.
What do you think(?)
I think there's a big difference between passion and fanaticism.
I've seen your father working with animals.
I'd say he was passionate about them.
A good vet.
A decent man.
An expert on my dad, are you(?)
I think he misses you a lot.
Nick sensed that.
He knew that when it came to the crunch,
your father would do anything for you.
That's why he set the trap.
Says you.
Nick could've laid low.
Instead, he arrives at the pub an hour before you do.
He makes a great show of discussing the time with Oscar Blaketon.
That way, he makes sure he has an alibi.
And you don't.
What will happen to Dad?
I don't know.
Making a false statement... it's pretty serious.
If I admitted sabotaging the pens, would he be let off?
No.
Besides, we don't need your confession.
We've got enough evidence.
The only way out now for your dad
would be if we can persuade Lord Ashfordly to drop the charges.
- How? - By telling him that you helped
put the guilty man in the dock, instead of your dad.
PEGGY: Have you drowned in there?
You haven't got all day.
And don't forget to talcum under your arms.
She's shopped Payton.
- For the break-in at the hauliers? - Yes.
He told her they were just going to search the files.
- The lorry file was all his work. - Go and get him.
I warn you, if I'm not cuffed, I'll leg it.
- We'll take the risk. - Why?
It's no skin off our nose.
You see this, boys?
This is for fighting for animal welfare.
They call it a democracy. It's a police state!
Come on, move on!
There.
What are YOU crying for? It's me that has to go.
Your mother would have been that proud.
Give me a whisky chaser. Make it a double.
What's the magic word?
- Abracadabra(!) - OSCAR: What's up?
SIGHS
He doesn't want to go.
Oh. Dancing not your thing, Denis?
Don't worry. All farmers dance as if they're driving a tractor.
His dad's making him go.
- He's trying to marry me off. - Well, aren't you
courting Nicola Thompson?
Yeah. But he's dead set against her.
Bint wi' no brass, he calls her.
It's your choice, tell him.
I have, but... I've no money to go my own road at present.
(SIGHS) Nicola will k*ll me if she finds out I'm taking Tina Bestwick.
Tina Bestwick?
Yeah.
Are you sure?
Why do you think I need this?
MUSIC: 'Radancer' by Marmalade
♪ I saw a girl on a northern dance floor
♪ She looked , she could have been more
♪ I went to her thinking only of romance
♪ But when the band played Man, I didn't stand a chance
♪ All she wanna do was
♪ Dance, dance, dance
♪ You ought to see her dance
♪ Dance, dance, dance
♪ Move over, give her a chance... ♪
- You all right? - You should have brought the lorry.
Wish me luck. OSCAR: (Do you think David knows?)
I don't think so.
I wonder what's happened. Poor David.
CHUCKLES
Poor Aunty Peggy(!)
Well, somebody's got to go and let her down gently.
CAR HORN
TYRES SCREECH
What do you think you're playing at?
- It were you! Driving too fast. - Er, you what, sunshine?
- You 'eard! - Take his name.
Right. Name?
- Mr Sunshine(!) - I'd watch it if I were you.
- Why? - Name!
- Whistler. - You what?
- Whistler. - Gimme that back.
If you blow that... you're in big trouble.
I'm warning you.
POLICE WHISTLE
MUSIC: 'Some Enchanted Evening' by Mantovani
It's only been minutes. He'll be here soon.
WHIMPERS
Don't cry, Tina.
He's not coming.
Don't.
You'll make a mess of your frock. SNIFFS
I want to go home.
But... you can't. I mean, not now you've done yourself up so lovely.
Take me back.
WEEPS
Right!
Come...
Come on, you. You're going!
♪ Dance, dance, dance
♪ Move over, give me a chance
♪ Well, the people all stood around
♪ Watching me lay it down
♪ Cos I can dance, dance, dance
♪ The night away Dance, dance, dance
♪ The night away
Thanks. I owe you one.
♪ The night away ♪
Shall I make a fresh pot?
Best not. I'm waterlogged.
Well, I'm not surprised. You've sat there supping for hours.
I thought I'd be company for you while you waited.
All right. But I want you to promise me
that you'll 'op it when he comes.
I want to hear what's gone on, not you wittering.
- Late visiting? - I just came to check on Lynne.
Excuse me. Mrs Reynolds?
- Yes. - Carol Cassidy.
We spoke on the phone.
You have a lovely grandson. SIGHS
- Lynne's mother. - Oh. I thought...
Sometimes people change their minds.
Carol, can we just agree to disagree on this?
Tell you what. Let's not.
Somehow I don't think you and I can agree on very much.
Oh, it's late. And you're tired.
Actually, no. I've never felt so wide awake.
Goodbye, Chris.
Probably hasn't been much fun for him, you know.
What do you mean?
Better, perhaps, if he missed it altogether.
What are you saying? Ooh! DOOR LATCH
Oh, you're still up.
You bet! How did it go?
Oh, it were, er...
Oh, it were, er...
It was fantastic. It were...
It were smashing.
LAUGHS Tell me!
Tell me!
We just... danced and danced.
Oh, lovey!
I did the twist to everything until I split my trousers.
- You split 'em? - Back to front.
But I didn't let it stop me from doing anything.
Well, good. As long as the cuckoo stayed in the clock.
- What you doing here, Mr Scripps? - Oh, he's just going.
Weren't you, Bernie?!
Can you show him out, please, David?
What happened to Denis Nixon?
Oh, he didn't turn up. So I went instead.
Will you be stepping out with Tina again, then?
No!
No, I'm a taxi driver, not a farmer.
Anyway, next year... if Mr Right doesn't turn up...
she said I can be first reserve again.
PEGGY: David? Hurry up!
Will you be in court when the time comes?
No. You'll be fine.
A decent solicitor will make your co-operation count.
Fingers crossed for a conditional discharge.
And Nick? That depends on the magistrates.
Whatever the punishment, I expect he'll milk it.
Second thoughts?
No.
I hope you're right.
MUSIC: 'As Tears Go By' by Marianna Faithfull
♪ All I hear is the sound
♪ Of rain falling on the ground
♪ I sit and watch as tears go by... ♪