Heartbeat (1992) s02e04 Episode Script

1
Heartbeat, why do you miss
when my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat, why does a love
kiss stay in my memory? ♪
I will fly a yellow paper
sun in your sky
When the wind is high
When the wind is high
I will float a silken silver
moon near your window
If your night is dark
If your night is dark
In letters of gold
On a snow-white kite
I will write
"I love you"
Then send it soaring
high above you
For all to read ♪
Reg, one of your cows
looks a bit poorly.
How d'you mean? Like what?
I'll show you. Come on.
Over there!
What's up?
Here, this seat's wet.
Yes, well it's been raining
and the window leaks.
And I'd put my car in the garage
if your car wasn't in there
in a million pieces.
Yeah, all right.
So how was your night?
Well, the baby was
born, eventually.
What's Postie want, I wonder.
Mr. Rowan, I have a message from
Mr. Manston at East Moorside.
Can you get up to
the farm right away?
He says it's urgent.
Get back!
- Sorry?
- Get back to the gate.
Don't you know the precautions?
We've not got the disinfectant out yet.
Mr. Manston?
Don't be such a
bloody idiot, man!
Get back to the gate.
I told you there.
I understood you
wanted to see me.
Mr. Rowan, I've got a very
sick cow down in t'shed.
Well, I've never actually
seen it meself,
but it looks like foot-and-mouth.
It may not be what you think.
I mean, maybe you've got it wrong.
I'll fetch some more water.
Here you are, look.
"In the event of a suspected
foot-and-mouth outbreak"
"the local police constable"
"becomes an Inspector under
the Diseases of Animals Act."
There's a whole list of
people you've got to tell.
The Ministry of Agriculture.
The Divisional Veterinary Inspector.
Medical Officer.
Tolworth in Surrey?
Animal Health, have to be
telegrammed straight off.
- What about telling Blaketon?
- Yeah.
I'll get off to the surgery,
then shall I?
Yeah.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
Yeah, I'd like to send
a telegram, please.
- Morning, Doctor.
- Morning.
I'll look at it straightaway.
However did you manage
to cut your ear like that?
Alex! I'd no idea!
I got back last night.
You've changed surgery time.
Right, here we are.
I'll need a couple more, sarge.
- More?
- In case one blows away.
In case one blows away?
[indistinct]
You'd think he was
selling his mother.
A throwaway society, that's
what we live in these days.
Now come on, sign here.
These posters you know,
don't grow on trees.
They're government property.
Are you sure you're gonna be
able to handle this, Rowan?
Of course, sarge.
Cause if it is, foot-and-mouth
it's a very serious business.
Not something for you and
Bellamy to snigger about.
No sarge.
And I wasn't sarge.
And can I borrow your
car please, sarge?
My car?
Well, I can't get this lot to
the farm on my bike, can I?
Thanks sarge.
I'm putting you on trust, Rowan.
I only hope that my trust
is gonna prove justified.
That lad knows as much about country
life as a pigeon on Nelson's column.
Now Ventress, ring the Ministry and
check that he reported everything
in the proper manner.
Aw, come off it sarge.
Do it now.
I'm not taking any chances.
The Ministry vet'll be along
any minute, Mr. Manston.
I'll give you this now.
If it is confirmed, copies will be
sent out to all the relevant bodies.
The rules and regulations
are on the back.
"No person shall move into
or out of the infected place"
"nor any animal, animal product,
carcass, embryo, ovum."
Seems we're all prisoners, don't it.
It might be a false alarm.
CAR APPROACHING
There's something.
Nay. Wrong way.
Oi! What's all this, Manston?
Look, sir, I must ask
you to keep away.
If you've brought foot-and-mouth
to this area
All right, all right!
Can I have your name
and address, please?
Carver, Regent Farm.
I'm bloody next door.
And if he's got it,
I'll get it, won't I?
He's brought disease
to this area,
he'll ruin the lot of us.
Nothing's been confirmed yet.
Now, come on.
- Hands off.
- Sam!
And you can shut up an' all!
As soon as the vet's been,
you'll be informed, Mr. Carver.
I'll find out meself!
Aye, well, the fly
in the ointment.
I love everything about
this place, I do.
Every rock, every stone.
Every tree, every blade of grass.
Everything except having him
as me flipping neighbour!
Sam Carver. Shooting
his mouth off as usual.
I saw 'em with me own eyes.
Typical of Manston.
[indistinct]
Never! And I was the
one who spotted it too.
Saw the cow lying on
the ground, poor thing.
Morning, Miss Hamilton.
Bad news, ain't it?
About Mr. and Mrs. Manston?
- Foot-and-mouth.
- Foot-and-mouth!
Terrible. At East Moorside Farm.
That's up your way, isn't it?
We saw 'em putting up
posters, me and Sam.
- Mr. Manston?
- Aye.
Martin Thomas from the Ministry.
I'll not shake hands.
Hold the animal's head, Constable,
so I can show Mr. Manston.
Now, see them? See the vesicles?
There. There's a big one on that
dental pad already ruptured.
There's another one there,
unruptured.
And, see Move your tongue, old
lady, move your tongue. Come on.
There. Breaks in the epithelium
here and here.
We'll have to wait for the
results to come back,
but I don't think
there's much doubt.
Right. Let's get on.
We'll send the
samples off by car
and wait for the results
to come back.
It's about a five-hour drive,
four hours to do the tests.
I'm sorry, Mr. Manston.
You all right, Mr. Manston?
I've not brought anything in.
I've not been anywhere.
There's been no disease
for 100 miles.
I can't think how it's happened.
- Can I use your car radio?
- Yeah.
So it's definite, is it, Mr. Thomas?
Uh no, not yet. Not till we've got
confirmation back from the lab.
But you'll be wanting
the herd in, no doubt?
Yes, please. Get them all in the
shed as quickly as you can.
What about the calves?
Don't be a fool, lad.
When he says everything,
he means everything.
You know the drill from
your side, Constable?
I think so.
- You've given Mr. Manston the Form A?
- Yeah.
So you know the quarantine
rules, Mr. Manston?
Aye.
Right. Well, I'll leave
Constable Rowan on the gate
whilst I get things organised.
Oh, er, the dog'll need chaining up.
Right.
I don't suppose you had
many outbreaks of
foot-and-mouth in the Met,
did you, Constable?
- No.
- Oh, not to worry.
Just concentrate on this gate,
right, and keeping folks out.
We'll see to the rest.
So what happens now?
Assuming we get confirmation,
the whole district, that's
ten miles radius from here,
becomes an infected area.
We set up a foot-and-mouth control
centre at Ashfordly Police Station.
I meant here.
The herd gets slaughtered,
Mr. Rowan.
Today, tomorrow.
Whenever we hear
back from Pirbright.
Now, this radio of yours.
Yes, Colonel Petheridge,
discovered this morning.
I'm afraid that means
I'm afraid that means the
hunt will have to be cancelled.
SHOUTING DOWN PHONE
Yes, Colonel, an absolute ban
on all fox-hunting in the area.
Well, I'm very sorry,
too, Colonel, yes.
Well, I uh I'll let you know.
As soon as I hear
from the Ministry.
If this is a false alarm
His name will be mud.
Aye. One cow had it and t'rest have
got to be slaughtered, or so they say.
- Poor old Reg.
- Poor old Reg?
Bloody careless of Reg, more like.
It's all the namby-pamby
stuff he's going for.
Bloody cow's gone soft,
if you ask me.
They're overbreed,
will cut you anything.
There's never been foot-and-mouth
round 'ere, has there?
Nah, well, we have now.
Fill it up, will you?
Might be t'last drink I
could get for a while.
Have to barricade
meself in, I dare say.
'Ey, shh! Keep your voice down.
You'll scare everyone
with talk like that.
- What you on about?
- Spreading alarm and despondency.
Well, it's not my fault, is it?
They'll all know sooner or later.
I wouldn't upset him any more.
He's got a few things on his mind,
has George. Haven't you, George?
Aye, like losing half me trade because
of bloody foot-and-mouth disease.
Aye. Not to mention a little matter
of a young lady coming to stay.
Eighteen years old.
Arriving tomorrow.
Oh, now, then!
George the dark horse.
My niece she is, Sam Carver.
Me brother's lass.
I don't think I'll be barricading
meself in after all, eh?
None of that, now, Sam.
She's a very shy girl.
That's all right. I like 'em quiet.
What does she look like, then?
Well, that's the funny thing.
They say she takes after me.
Quite suddenly,
I've lost all interest.
Ah, Dr. Rowan.
I know it's surgery time,
I do hope you don't mind.
No, of course not.
It's about this outbreak
of foot-and-mouth.
What should I do about
the church bazaar?
I'm sorry?
Well, should I cancel it or
Oh, Dr. Ferrenby.
I'll ask him. He'll know.
Well everything seems
to be in order.
Thank you, Sergeant.
You're in the front line, Rowan.
In the nation's fight
against disease.
British agriculture
depends on you.
Absolute vigilance
is what I want.
Not one germ is
to pass that gate.
Carry on.
Sarge. You can't take that.
How am I suppose to get home?
My police station is now
a Ministry control centre.
I've important and
vital work to do.
I cannot be without my vehicle.
What are those things poking out
from beneath your macintosh.
Legs, Rowan.
Legs.
Rather you than me, Nicky boy.
Thanks very much.
Oi, you! In! Now!
What d'you think you're up to,
Claude?
Huh? Oh, I'm taking this
stuff up to Reg and June.
I don't care what you're doing.
You're not allowed on
that land without a
licence from the
Ministry of Agriculture.
I've got a load of rat
poison, haven't I.
Claude.
Rats spread foot-and-mouth
quicker than anything.
This is just the stuff to stop 'em.
The Ministry are sending
someone to do that.
What, him? Be about as much good as
a fireman with a wooden leg, he will!
Stay there.
Open the gate up would
you, Constable? Ministry.
Certainly.
Now I'm 'ere, I might as
well stop here, mightn't I.
Reg'd do the same for me, you know.
He's going to need some help.
They can't have heard from
Pirbright already, can they?
I'll disinfect meself
when I go, you know.
Look, I've got all me gear on.
I've even got a hat.
Who the hell are you?!
It's alright, Mr. Manson.
It's officials from the Ministry.
- Clear off my land!
- There's no need to point that.
Clear off my land!
Get back in your bloody car, go on!
- All right, Mr. Manston. Now calm down.
- I'll not have 'em touching my cows!
I don't care what
you or anybody says.
I'll not have it!
Why don't you tell Mr. Manston
what you're doing here.
That man is guilty of threatening
behaviour, constable.
- It's your duty as a police officer
- All right. Calm down.
We are empowered by the
Ministry of Agriculture
to enter premises where outbreaks
of foot-and-mouth has occurred
in order to assess the situation.
- I'm not having 'em in here!
- All right.
It's been confirmed now, has it?
Not yet, no.
You've not heard from Pirbright?
- No, but nevertheless
- Well, in that case
In that case, you've no right
trespassing on my land.
Look, all we want to do is to see how
the carcasses are to be disposed of.
Whether we've to burn 'em.
I'm sorry, gentlemen.
The outbreak hasn't
been confirmed,
and Mr. Manston doesn't
want you on his land.
I'll have to ask you both to leave.
I hope you know what
you are doing, constable.
This is a serious business.
We're all fully aware of that, sir.
No-one more than Mr. Manston
and his family.
Bloody vultures.
You know, for once Claude,
I agree with you.
Right. The moment we get the
confirmation, we'll spring into action.
Bellamy, you'll put the warning
signs out along the roads.
Yeah, but I've already
done that, Sarge.
Those were the black ones, Bellamy.
If it's confirmed
- If.
- you'll put out the red ones.
And you, Ventress,
you can ring that lot.
Oh, no! Not the hunting,
shooting and fishing lot.
I thought you did
them this morning.
That was warning 'em.
Now you'll be telling 'em.
- If.
- All right, if. If it's confirmed.
Which it is, I'm afraid.
Had a telex half an hour ago.
Oh, dear God.
No sign of anyone yet,
Mr. Manston.
Well, no news is good news, eh?
20 years it's taken me.
20 years.
The finest Aberdeen Angus
herd in Yorkshire.
Built up from nowt.
And now they want to kill it off.
Well, it might not
be what we think.
And even if it is,
you'll be compensation.
Compensation?
There's no compensation for
losing your life's work, is there?
Cos that's what it is, Mr. Rowan.
My life's work.
The fulfilment of a dream.
All I've ever wanted from a boy,
to own me own farm.
You didn't inherit it, then?
I didn't. I bought it off
t'landlord, field by field.
Paid for it, every penny,
from the cows.
Ah Leeds, that's where
June and I come from.
Moved here when Paul was a baby.
Started off renting.
Aye, it was very hard.
Very hard.
But here we are.
We've got it now, haven't we?
And I thought no-one
could take it away from me.
30 pedigree Aberdeen Angus,
bred just how I like 'em.
I know 'em all like bairns,
Mr. Rowan. Each of 'em.
Seen 'em born,
seen 'em come up from calves,
fussed over 'em,
bedded 'em down at night
seen to 'em when they were badly.
CAR APPROACHING
How could I let 'em go, eh?
How can I?
It'd be like betraying
me own children.
Mr. Manston?
Is it confirmed?
Yeah.
So when do they er?
First thing tomorrow morning.
Look Nick, I got a little time.
Come on, I'll give you a lift home.
You behave yourselves, all right?
Where the 'ell did
you get these from?
I found 'em in t'loft.
They're a bit damp,
so I've got them airing.
You can't expect a young girl
to sleep in things like these.
I mean, I've got better
blankets than these.
I've some brand-new
second-hand 'uns.
You can have 'em
for next to nowt.
I know your next to nowt.
- Anyone at home?
- What the 'ell does he want?
In here!
Oh, there you are, George.
It's about your darts match.
I've just seen this poster,
it was still up.
You do realise, I hope, that
this is an infected area?
There's to be no
public meetings or
sporting activities
until further notice.
That means no hunting, shooting,
fishing and no darts.
- No darts?
- No darts.
What difference can darts make?
Yeah. You don't play darts outside.
That's as may be, Greengrass,
but the virus can still spread
inside as well as out.
Well, thank you very much,
Mr. Blaketon.
This foot-and-mouth disease
has emptied my bar.
Look, there's nobody in there!
I was counting on that darts match
to drum up a bit of business.
- George!
- Hey!
Well, is he all right?
How the 'ell do I know?
Get out of the way.
Come 'ere.
Hey, Cedric, get that fire out.
It'll burn the place down!
Here, sit down, George.
You'd better go and
phone for the doctor!
Fine. You'll live.
And you're sure you took
your pills this morning?
Yes. I fell over. That's all.
It were Blaketon pestering
'im that did it, doctor.
He had 'im all in a frazzle.
The darts had to be cancelled, Claude.
He was only doing his job.
Well, he didn't have to come
barging in like that, though.
I've got enough on
me mind as it is,
what with this young
lass coming to stay.
It's not my fault!
But you need help
behind the bar, George.
I've been saying that for ages.
What sort of help will a
scrap of a teenager be?
None whatsoever.
Wait and see. It'll stop you
getting set in your ways.
I like being set in me ways.
It's one of the pleasures
of growing old.
Ah, Kate Sorry, George.
I didn't mean to interrupt.
Oh, no, no, no.
Come in, Dr. Ferrenby.
It's a pleasure to see you.
If I'd have known you were back,
I would've asked you along anyway.
You've got a more
up-to-date doctor
than I shall ever be looking
into it, haven't you, eh.
Kate, I saw your car outside.
- Can I have a word?
- Sure.
I took the liberty of answering
the telephone in the surgery.
Urgent call from Annie
Carver at Ridge End.
She wants a home visit.
Anxious that you get there right away.
What's up?
Well, she wouldn't say,
but she did sound very distressed.
Alright.
Kate.
You know we're going to have to
sort out this telephone business.
It was different when it was
my practice, but now it's not.
I cannot be expected to act as a sort
of telephone answering service, can I?
I'm sorry.
You go and see Annie Carver.
I'll make George's day by
giving a second opinion, eh?
How's that?
'ROADRUNNER'
Yeah, baby!
C'mon, babe!
Roadrunner, baby! ♪
Oi you! You're not allowed
to move animals!
Can't keep up with me!
C'mon, let's have a race
Baby, baby, you will see!
Oh, take my hand, baby!
Yeah, yeah!
Take my hand, babe
I wanna prove to you that
I'm a roadrunning man
Yeah!
I wanna tell you something!
I'm the fastest in the land
Oh, c'mon, shake my hand, babe! ♪
Come on! Pull over!
ENGINE CHOKES
ENGINE CHOKES
Bloody hell!
- Aaah!
- Good.
Open your mouth wide, love.
Come on, Greg, open your
mouth for the doctor.
Show her your nasty sore throat.
- Get down here, you!
- Take it easy, Mrs. Carver.
It's all right.
I'm not going to hurt you.
Just open your mouth wide now.
A little bit wider. And say "aaah".
- Aaah!
- See, that's fine.
I'm sorry, Dr. Rowan.
I'm sorry, but I'm that worried.
- I've been reading Sam's vet book.
- Yes?
It says humans can catch it.
It gives you sore throats.
What if it's foot-and-mouth?
No, a llama is most certainly
a four-footed beast
whichever way you look at it.
And since you live in the
middle of the infected area,
movement of such a beast
onto or off your property
is strictly prohibited.
Whether it's the
Whether it's the breeding season or
not, the llama will have to stay put!
I'm sorry! What the hell?!
Sarge, I've just had
Bellamy on the radio.
He spotted a cattle trailer full of
livestock breaking the quarantine rules.
What d'you mean, "spotted"?
Well, he lost it when
it went through a ford.
His mini van conked out.
It'll have to be stopped.
We know that. We can handle it.
Come on, let's set up a roadblock.
Mrs. Carver, foot-and-mouth
disease is hardly ever, if ever,
passed on to humans.
And even if it was, your
children couldn't possibly
have the time to get it yet.
It only broke out on next door's
farm today, didn't it?
And it takes at least
five days to incubate.
So even if your children had
gone across to East Moorside
They didn't.
We don't mix with Manstons.
In that case, it's even
more unlikely then.
The disease is spread by contact.
People can carry it on their feet
from one farm to another,
but if there's no contact, well
No more worries, eh?
You know you said they couldn't
have caught it, it takes five days?
- Yes.
- Oh God, I don't know how to say it!
Reg?
Oh, Reg, do come indoors.
It won't do any good
standing there, will it?
They don't know what's
going to happen.
They're quite happy.
I may as well take a look at 'em.
Look, Reg
it needn't be the end
of the farm, need it?
I know I've grumbled sometimes
about the work
an' said I wanted to go back to
Leeds and have life a bit easier.
But I didn't really mean it.
And I know I do know
how much it means to you.
To us both because
Well now this has happened,
I can see that now.
I mean, I care too.
I just want you to know that,
once this is over
we'll pick up the
pieces and put
- Where have you been?
- There wasn't time to call you.
Nick, Mrs. Carver says they've got
foot-and-mouth at Ridge End.
At Ridge End?
Yes, but they've had it ten
days and not reported it.
MOODY BLUES:
Nights In White Satin
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say any more
Cos I love you
Yes, I love you!
Oh, how I love you! ♪
CAR HORN
Gazing at people
Some hand in hand
Just what I'm going through
They can't understand
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend ♪
I've told you before,
that sheep died because it got
its head stuck in some wire.
Oh, yes?
And what about the other one, the
one we found dumped round the back?
Did that get its head stuck too?
Or did that have the same
symptoms as the first one,
symptoms remarkably like
foot-and-mouth disease?
Now, you knew it was a
possibility, didn't you?
Because although you bought
those sheep from Carlisle,
they came from Wales,
where you and I both know they
had the outbreak last month!
Now, when your neighbour
caught it off you,
you attempted to
hide the evidence
by taking your infected
animals out the area.
Let me just refresh your
memory, Mr. Carver.
"Persons failing to
report symptoms of"
- "foot-and-mouth"
- I have no symptoms.
"failing to report symptoms
of foot-and-mouth disease"
"incur a grave moral responsibility"
"and in addition, are liable to
heavy fines and, in some cases,"
"imprisonment."
Look, it weren't foot-and-mouth.
It was scald. Them sheep had
got scald between their toes.
Scald between their toes?
Well, here's what they say
at Pirbright.
And you're in big trouble,
Mr. Carver.
Here he comes, Mr. Thomas.
I've brought the report
from the lab, Mr. Manston,
in case you need to see
it in black and white.
Well, we're all ready.
He's Mr. Cartwright
from the abattoir.
There's Mr. Armitage and Mr. Barrow
come from ??? to do the valuation.
And Mr. Mills and Fairburn,
who I believe you've already met.
Well, can we come
in and make a start?
It's best to get it over with, eh?
I've looked over the herd this
morning, there's no new cases.
And Heatherblossom's been isolated
and shifted away from t'rest.
- Mr. Manston
- Couldn't we just leave it 24 hours?
- See what happens?
- I'm sorry.
Well, they're healthy animals, Mr. Thomas.
We're murdering healthy animals!
Incubation period is five days.
Anything can happen.
It's a risk we daren't take.
It's just
Well, could I do it meself then?
Slaughter them privately on me own?
- I'm sorry, Reg.
- I don't want this lot in!
My cows are used to me.
It'll scare 'em.
I'm sorry, Reg.
You shouldn't blame yourself, Reg.
For what it's worth,
it didn't start here.
It started up at Ridge End.
They've had it at least ten days.
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I've always missed ♪
You don't have to stay if you
don't want to, Mr. Manston.
They'll be quieter
if they can see me.
There she was just-a walking
down the street, singing
Do-wa-diddy, diddy-dum, diddy-do
Tapping her fingers and
shuffling her feet, singing
Do-wa-diddy, diddy-dum, diddy-do
She looked good!
Looked good!
She looked fine!
Looked fine!
She looked good,
she looked fine!
And I nearly lost my mind. ♪
GUNSHO
Not a pretty sight, is it?
You're not gonna faint, are you?
I knew we was falling in love
Yes, I did
And so I told her all the things
I've been dreaming of
Now, we're together nearly
every single day, singing
Do-wa-diddy, diddy-dum,
diddy-do. ♪
Come on, Mr. Manston,
it's the last one.
You've done a great job.
All right, old girl. All right.
Which one's this, then, Reg?
It's Heatherbell.
Heatherbell? Yeah.
About oldest in
t'herd by look of it.
Aye. She's grandmother
to 'em all.
Go on.
GUNSHO
They're all done?
Reg, please.
This is our trouble.
It is not just yours.
Can't we share it?
Can't we talk?
Aye, June, I'll talk.
I'll talk if you want me to.
What's the matter?
That's what the
matter is, woman!
And it's all your
doing, ain't it?
- What?!
- Don't lie to me, June!
For God's sake,
haven't you lied enough?!
I don't know what
you're talking about!
The foot-and-mouth is from Carver's
place, that's what I'm talking about.
The foot-and-mouth has been
there for t'last ten days!
- What?
- Why didn't you tell me?
Foot-and-mouth
I didn't know, Reg.
I swear I didn't know!
Don't take me for a fool.
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say any more
Yes I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you! ♪
DOG BARKS
Come on. I'll buy you a drink.
Kate, I'm filthy and I'm hungry.
All right. Bath. Tea.
And then out for a drink.
I insist.
It was terrible, Kate.
- I just felt
- I know.
Bloody hell.
I know what you mean.
Well, at least something
positive came out of it.
I met the Carvers.
And whatever Alex says,
they're definitely a family
I should keep my eye on.
Nick, are you listening?
Uncle George!
KNOCKS ON DOOR
- And this is Cedric.
- Hi, Cedric. Hiya.
And this is Claude.
Mind the wart.
Hey! Where's your manners?
Get the girl a drink.
She's come a long way.
Oh, aye, a drink.
What'll you have, Gina?
- Babycham, please.
- A Babycham, please.
- With a cherry in it.
- With a cherry.
With a cherry.
Well, wow!
So here I am in the
back of beyond.
- 'Ey, now, watch it.
- Well, it is!
It's miles from anywhere.
It took me ages finding ya.
Uphill, down dale I went,
gettin' lost, asking the
way at every turning.
I mean, blimey, look at it!
Is it usually this crowded?
It's a nice room, though.
I really like it.
Sort of olde worlde,
like an old film, y'know.
Oh, thanks.
- Well, cheers, everyone!
- ALL: Cheers.
And Uncle George,
here's to our new partnership.
Cheers.
Didn't think you'd get away tonight.
You all right?
I only came to say it's over, Sam.
What d'you mean?
I wish I'd never met you.
You didn't say that
last night, did you?
Reg is a good man,
and I've ruined everything!
He should've wanted
you more like I do.
No!
It's a bit late for feeling
guilty now, isn't it?
'NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN'
- MOODY BLUES
Oh bugger off back to him then.
You bastard!
Mr. Rowan! It's me dad!
- What's wrong?
- Oh, he hasn't been back for his tea.
- He probably wants some time alone.
- He's taken the shotgun!
Shotgun? There's no way he's
going shooting in the dark.
Should we call Blaketon?
No, it'd take too long.
Come on, Claude,
you know these moors.
Yeah, all right.
Are you coming, George?
- Yeah. Will you be all right?
- Yeah.
I might as well make
a start on my own.
Yeah, well look, I'll show you
your room when I get back.
Go on!
Go on, boy, go home!
Go on, you daft beggar.
Home! Home!
'NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN'
- MOODY BLUES
Well, now what?
Onions.
- I beg your pardon?
- Onions.
You'll not get foot-and-mouth on a
farm if you put an onion in t'dairy.
I'll remember that.
Claude?
What is it I don't know?
His missus is having an
affair with Sam Carver.
- I see.
- It's common knowledge.
It's got the thing
going on for years.
I'm surprised you don't know
about it, you being a nosy copper.
So, Reg must think his wife
brought the disease to his farm.
Yeah, could've done, couldn't she?
From one farm to another on
her shoes or summat like that.
Well, you can't blame her.
I mean, she wouldn't have
done it if she'd have known.
I mean, it's Sam
Carver's fault, ain't it,
trying to keep quiet about
it, the selfish swine!
Reg? Reg?!
GUNSHO
REG!
Dad!
Paul, wait here!
Kate, make him stay there.
Wait. Just let him go on ahead.
Cos I love you ♪
Yes, I love you!
Oh, how I love you!
Cos I love you
Yes, I love you! ♪
- Paul
- I want to stay with him.
Oh, how I love you! ♪