Heartbeat (1992) s03e06 Episode Script

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Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
Come 'ere! Alfred!
Yes, Tina.
You're a good little goat.
Yes, you've been
a good girl today.
BLEATING
A really good girl.
Now then, Jane.
Oh, good morning, Claude!
Nice weather for it!
Nice weather for what, though?
Whatever tickles your fancy.
Ah, those were the days, eh?
I wish I were 20 years younger
you could be me mother!
You cheeky devil, go on,
get away with you.
Come 'ere.
MUSIC: 'I Love My Dog'
by Cat Stevens
I love my dog,
As much as I love you
You may fade,
My dog will always come through ♪
Come 'ere.
All he asks from me is the
food to give him strength
All he ever needs is love
And that he knows he'll get
So I love my dog
As much as I love you
You may fade,
My dog will always come through ♪
BARKING
Come 'ere!
All the pay I need
Comes shining through his eyes
I don't need no cold water
To make me realise
That I love my dog
As much as I love you ♪
Alfred?
Leave it!
Come on! Come on, son! Alfred!
I love my dog
As much as I love you
You may fade,
My dog will always come through. ♪
Just what the hell do you
think you're up to, Walker?
You flaming lunatic!
- You're trespassing, Greengrass.
- You what?
You heard. Now shove off,
the pair of you!
Or it will not just be the dog
that will end up with buckshot!
Oh you know as well as I do
this is an ancient right of way!
Oh, yeah?
If I find one pellet in my dog,
I'll have you, Walker!
You were right about that
Raymond Walker, Charlie.
Right little Hitler,
just like you said he was.
Something amusing you?
Well, just the thought of it, really.
Of what?
All those old dears of yours
doing press-ups and squats.
You can laugh, but keeping
yourself in some sort of shape
at that age can add
years on to your life.
Or kill you off at a stroke.
That's what you'll have if you
eat much more of that stuff.
- Oh, thank you, Claude.
- Hey, just the lad. Hey.
Hey, I want to report
a misdemeanour.
- Mister who?
- Oh yeah.
Now look, I'm not in the mood.
Me and him have just been shot at by
that flaming lunatic Raymond Walker.
- Were you on his land?
- It's got nowt to do wi' it.
How do you work that out?
Because it's one of
them what is, ain't it?
It's a public right of way.
Always has been, always will be!
Alright, leave it with me.
I'll have a word with him.
You wanna have more than one.
I'll suggest a few if you like,
most of 'em end in 'off'.
Right, son?
Step. Step.
Good. Excellent.
Over and ankle.
Waist over.
Over two, sorry.
That's really good, Dorothy.
Swing swing
I could've made me own
way down, you know.
What's the point, Mother,
when I've got the car?
Oh, you're not coming
in with me, are you?
- Just for a minute.
- Oh!
CHA-CHA-CHA MUSIC PLAYS
Oh, that's better! And twirl!
Right, ladies and gentlemen.
If you like to relax for a few minutes.
Then we'll do the next number.
- Hello!
- Hello! Have we missed it?
No, we're just taking a little break.
Don't want to overdo it.
No. Otherwise you'll
have to give this lot
the kiss of life,
wouldn't you, Doctor.
If you like to stick your
coat in the office
Oh yeah, I can do it
myself, thank you.
Could be worse. She could be the
sort that wants carrying around.
The only time she'll be carried
is when she's in a pine box!
I would like a private word though,
Doctor, when you've got a minute.
Hm, of course.
Mr. Walker?
- Er, yes?
- PC Rowan, Aidensfield Police.
Oh, I know who
you are, constable.
We've had a complaint
about you shooting
at Greengrass's dog this morning.
Have you now?
Well now, if I'd been shooting
at it, it'd be dead by now.
And if I had done, I'll be doing
no more than any other farmer
would have done under
the circumstances.
And what circumstances
would those be, sir?
The dog wasn't even on a lead!
According to Mr. Greengrass,
on a public right of way.
I'm not in the habit of threatening
people with guns, constable.
Not even scruff like Claude
Jeremiah Greengrass.
Oh, by the way, did he also tell
you that some of my sheep
have been harassed
by dogs recently?
Oh, why didn't you report
any of these attacks to us?
A bit late to send
for the plod, isn't it,
once your animals
have been savaged.
Well, if you'll excuse me,
I've a farm to run.
MUSIC: 'A Handful Of Songs'
by Tommy Steele
I've got a handful
of songs to sing you
Can't stop my voice
When it longs to sing you
New songs and blue songs
And songs to bring you
Happiness, no more, no less
Moreover, wherever
we may roam to
Or any shore where
we may be blown to
We know that we're going
to feel at home to
La-la, the music of
Jazz and cha-cha-cha
Good songs and
street vendor cries
Strains of old refrains
Sleep time baby, lullaby
I've got a handful
of songs to sing you
I've got a heart full
of love to bring you
True love for you, love,
And love's a thing you keep
So, here's a handful
of songs going cheap
Just a handful of songs
Just a handful of songs
Only a handful of songs ♪
I don't know how
people can do that.
I know. Hey!
And just what is that, Ventress?
It's a kitten, Sarge.
I can see it's a kitten!
I mean, what's it doing in here?
Well, it's what I told
you about, sarge.
The one I rescued.
PHONE RINGS
What the!
It was thirsty, Sarge.
Well, clear it up!
- Is it Arthur or Martha?
- Eh?
Well, is it male or female?
- Or haven't you looked yet?
- Oh, it's female.
Aw. So you're gonna keep it, Alf?
Oh, I wouldn't mind.
The truth is, the wife can't stand cats.
She won't have one in the house.
Aw, poor thing.
Bellamy! Get a hold of Rowan!
Tell him I want a word with him.
Right, Sarge.
And you, Ventress in my office.
On your own.
And shut the door!
Just what d'you think we're
running here, Ventress?
Pets' pantry?
In case you've forgotten, this
happens to be a police station,
not a bloody cattery!
Well, what do you want me
to do with her then, sarge?
Well, now.
Let's think about this,
shall we, Ventress?
You could try the RSPCA in Whitby.
I believe they've been known
to take a passing interest
in unwanted cats on occasions.
All right, Sarge.
It could come in quite
handy you know, Sarge.
What could?
Well, having a cat about the place.
I mean, we do have the odd mouse.
Just leave, Ventress.
Right, Sarge.
Two, three, four, back.
Two, three, four, forward.
Back.
Step, knee, step, knee,
step, knee, step, knee.
That's it. And
- Ooh.
- Sorry.
Right, tea break. Before she
does any more damage.
She's looking well enough, now.
Oh yes, physically.
But she's been getting
very confused, lately.
Now there's this new thing.
What's that?
She reckons that she's been
getting funny phone calls.
You know, heavy
breathing, late at night.
What exactly are you saying?
That you don't believe her?
To be honest Doctor, I don't
know what to believe anymore.
Then there's this business
with me father.
Your father?
You know he died last year.
She was getting over it very well.
But lately
Well, I've come into the room
on a couple of occasions and
I've actually found her talking to him
as if he were actually there with her.
I wouldn't worry about that,
it's quite common.
Now, how do you think I can help?
Maybe you could have
a word with her.
I'm not happy about her stuck
up in that cottage on her own.
We've been on her to come and
live with us, but she wouldn't listen.
Leave it with me, Jenny.
I'll see what I can do.
Thank you.
A complaint about me, Sarge?
- That's right, Rowan.
- Who from?
A Mr. Raymond Walker.
- Oh, him.
- Oh, rings a bell, does it?
As a matter of fact, Sarge,
I had a complaint about him.
Oh, aye, from that well-
known law-abiding citizen,
Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.
You know that Walker took
a shot at him and his dog.
Oh well. If Greengrass says
that's what happened.
You do realised who we're
dealing with here, Rowan.
He's not just the chairman
of the local NFU
but someone with
very powerful friends.
Oh, so because of that,
he can wave a shotgun
at anyone who happens to
wander across his land?
We're not talking about
just anyone, are we, Rowan.
We're talking about Greengrass.
Now I want you to tell that
scruffy reprobate from me
to stay away from
Walker's farm in future
or I'll have his guts for garters.
Is that understood?
- Yes, Sarge.
- Right. Carry on.
PHONE RINGS
PHONE RINGING
I'm not going to
answer it, Charlie.
I know what you said and
I'm not going to answer it.
PHONE STILL RINGING
Oh Charlie! Make 'em go away!
KNOCKING ON DOOR
Oh, Charlie.
Oh. Oh. Oh Charlie.
Oh Charlie.
- Hello, Jane.
- Hello.
Are you all right?
Yes, I mustn't grumble.
I've got the kettle on.
Would you like a cup of tea?
- That'll be lovely.
- Right. Come in.
Why on earth didn't you let my husband
know about these phone calls?
What could he have done about it?
He could have got the exchange
to intercept the calls and change
the telephone number.
That's a lot of trouble
to go to, isn't it?
No, I just usually don't
answer the phone.
But suppose someone really
needed to get in touch with you.
Jennie, for instance.
Hardly likely at that time of night.
It's not just the phone calls
that bother me though.
It's the other things.
What other things?
People banging on the
windows late at night
and banging on the door.
How long has this been going on?
Ever since I stopped
answering the phone.
Look, I'm going to get Nick
to drop by, if that's okay.
If you like.
Do you like living up
here on your own?
Well, I haven't got
much choice, have I?
Jennie tells me she's been trying to
get you to live with them for ages.
Oh, so that's what
this is all about.
I thought I saw you two nattering
down at the Church Hall yesterday.
Well, she's very worried about you.
And I'm not surprised with
what's been going on.
I'm all right.
And even if I wasn't, I wouldn't
dream of moving in with them.
Jane, you must get
lonely sometimes.
No, I've always got my Charlie and
we never run out of things
to talk about, do we, Charlie?
MUSIC: 'The Wanderer'
by Dion & The Del Satins
Oh well, I'm the type of guy
Who never settles down
Where pretty girls are
You know that I'm around
I kiss them, then I love them
Cos to me they're all the same
I hug them then I squeeze them
They don't even know my name
They call me the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around and round and
round and round and round
Oh, well, there's Jo on my left
And then there's Mary on my right
And Janie is the girl,
Well, that I'll be with tonight
And when she asks me
Which one I love the best
I tear open my shirt
And show it's Rosie on my chest
Cos I'm a wanderer,
Yeah, I'm a wanderer
I roam around and round ♪
Hey, hey! Hang on, hang on!
Hey. Come and look at what Mr. High
and Mighty flaming Walker's done now.
Oh, come on, leave that there!
Come on.
Well?
Well, what?
Right. Well, now you've seen it, you'd
better do summat about it, don't you?
Like what?
I mean like, make him take it down!
It's a public right of way!
Has been since Adam were a lad!
Adam who, Claude?
Oh, very good. You'll not take
chances. Look, this is serious!
I can't do anything.
This is a civil matter.
Is it? Well, I don't feel
very civil at the moment.
You're not going to do owt about it,
I'll go find somebody who will!
- I can't get up.
- You all right?
Come on, son.
MUSIC: 'Whiter Shade of Pale'
by Procol Harum
Mrs. Thompson?
Mrs. Thompson!
Oh, hello.
You're a fan then, are you?
Well, my tomatoes certainly are.
Oh, are they?
It's a well known fact that plants
respond very well to music, you know.
And especially Procol Harum, eh?
Oh I prefer Herman's Hermits myself.
I think that Herman's a really
wholesome looking boy, don't you?
I expects his mother thinks so, yeah.
So how long have you been getting
these phone calls, Mrs. Thompson?
Oh, a few weeks, I suppose.
On and off.
Only it's got worse lately.
And what about these noises outside?
Oh, I've heard those
two or three times.
Do they happen at
any particular time?
Usually just before midnight.
Have you seen anyone hanging
around the place during the day?
Nah, I can't say I have, no.
Alright Mrs. Thompson,
I'll get the exchange
to intercept your
calls as from tonight.
Oh it won't cost me
anything, will it?
No, course not.
Now listen, you lock all your doors
and if you do hear anyone prowling
around the house tonight,
you ring me straight away.
Alright then, I will. Thank you.
What's for lunch?
Pie, chips and Yorkshire caviar.
Yorkshire caviar?
Mushy peas to you
ignorant Southerners.
They're good for you!
I suppose Greengrass
does have a point.
It happens all the time, doesn't it?
Landowner objects to having a public
right of way across his property
so he quietly fences it off.
Then after a couple of years
Everyone's forgotten there was a
right of way there in the first place.
What about Jane Thompson?
Did you manage to see her
while you were there?
Mmm.
What do you think?
Well I told her to call me as
soon as anything happens.
Assuming she hasn't made
the whole thing up.
Do you think she might have?
I'm not sure. She has got an imaginary
husband knocking about the place.
You met Charlie then, did you?
Mmm. His name did come
up a couple of times.
Byt why would she make
something like that up?
Maybe she's lonely.
I don't think so.
She could go live with her daughter
but there's no way she's
prepared to do that.
GLASS SMASHING
GLASS SMASHING
GLASS SMASHING
GLASS SMASHING
I thought you were going
to ring me, Mrs. Thompson.
I was going to, but the
phone isn't working.
Ah, somebody's cut the wires.
You get no prizes for guessing
who's done that neither.
You have a theory about
this, do you, Claude?
[indistinct]
Go on, tell him what you told me.
About who's been trying
to buy this place off you
for the last few months.
- Mr. Walker.
- Raymond Walker?
Of this parish.
He's made me one or two very
good offers for the cottage lately.
You know, much more than it
could possibly be worth, I'd say.
Oh, why would Walker be
interested in this place?
I've no idea, Mr. Rowan.
He wants ???.
This all happened when did you say?
11.30, 12?
Something like that, sir, yes.
What makes you think I
might have heard anything?
You don't live that far away, sir.
It's only farm land between here
and Mrs. Thompson's cottage.
I wasn't here.
Not at that time anyway.
And would you mind telling
me where you were, sir?
I was over in Ashfordly,
chairing an NFU meeting.
I can't believe you suspect I had
anything to do with this business!
Just tying up a few
loose ends, sir, that's all.
Oh, Mrs. Thompson tells me you've
been trying to buy her cottage.
So? I want to knock it
down, if you must know.
Knock it down, sir?
That's right, knock it down. It ruins
the view from my lounge window.
Thank you, sir.
Guess who I've just had
on the phone, Rowan?
Raymond Walker, Sarge?
No. But somebody who plays
golf with Raymond Walker.
A certain influential Chief
Superintendent from Division.
Have you gone off your head, Rowan?
Suggesting that Walker had
anything to do with that vandalism!
I never suggested that, sarge!
Not in so many words, no.
Now, you possess a map of
the Aidensfield area, I take it?
Yes, Sarge.
Right then get it out and draw a circle
round the spot marked Walker's farm.
And from now on, consider that a no-
go area as far as you're concerned.
- Is that clear?
- Yes, Sarge.
Good.
Mr. Walker.
Yes?
I take it I'm right in
thinking you're still
after Jane Thompson's
cottage, am I?
Yes.
Well, I think you and
me should have a chat.
It could be to both our advantage.
Very well. You'd better come in.
Wipe your feet.
You always said I shouldn't
do this, didn't you, Charlie.
Like chopping off your
roots, you said and
well, you were right, there.
I wouldn't have thought she'd
have done this to us , Charlie,
not our Jennie.
Morning.
Thank you.
You haven't seen her, have you?
Who?
- Tigsy.
- Tigsy?
The kitten.
Oh I thought you palm her
off on the Vicar's wife.
She called me yesterday, didn't she?
Decided she's not a
cat person after all.
- Morning.
- ALL: Morning sarge.
Is everything alright?
Oh yes, fine, sarge.
So when did you
last see Tigsy then?
Well I locked her in the
store for last night.
Some person let her out.
Oh, there's a bit in that paper
that might be of interest to you.
Ventress!
Oh, no.
Hello.
What's happening?
Where's Mrs. Thompson?
Oh, she's gone.
What how do you mean?
I'm her doctor.
I'm Raymond Walker.
I've bought the place.
Mrs. Thompson left
several days ago.
Where is she now?
She does have a
daughter, I believe.
Yeah?
- Mr. Bradshaw?
- Yeah.
I'm Dr. Rowan, Jennie's GP.
Ah, the wife's not here
at present, I'm afraid.
Actually, it's your mother-in-law
I've come to see.
She is staying with
you now, I take it?
No, she isn't, I'm afraid.
- She isn't?
- No. She just refused, point blank.
So where is she staying then?
An old folks' home. High Lawns.
I must say, I was a bit surprised
Yeah, well.
You didn't see as much of her
as we did, did you, doctor?
- Hello, Jane.
- Oh, hello.
How's it going?
Oh, it's all right, thank you.
- Lovely flowers.
- They're from Mr. Greengrass.
Really?
He's not as black as he's
painted, isn't old Claude.
Not like some as I could mention.
So what made you
sell up, after all?
Bit of a turnaround, wasn't it?
I don't want to talk
about it, thank you.
Hello.
Ooh. Hello, doctor.
Eric said you'd come round.
How is she?
A bit down, I thought.
Well, if it's being here
that's getting her down,
she's only got herself to blame.
What do you think made her
change her mind about the cottage?
I sure have no idea, doctor.
I'm just glad she did.
Least I can go to me bed at night,
knowing that she's somewhere where
people are keeping an eye on her.
Well I um I best
get myself in there.
Find out what's gone wrong now.
- Bye, then.
- Bye.
What would you do if I died?
I thought you already had.
No, seriously. What would you do?
Well, I'd be able to park
my car in the garage.
And I'd re-decorate
You won't get the chance.
P'raps it was the greenhouse
that did it.
How do you mean?
For Jane Thompson.
Having it vandalised like that.
Must have been the last straw.
Oh, I don't know.
She was so committed to that place.
There must have been something
more to it than that.
MUSIC: 'Sunny'
by Bobby Hebb
Sunny, yesterday my
life was filled with rain
Sunny, you smile at me
and really ease the pain
Oh, the dark days are done,
The bright days are here
My sunny one shines so sincere
Sunny one so true, I love you
Sunny, thank you for the
truthful things you said
Sunny, I wanna thank you
for the facts from A to Z
Cos my life was torn,
Like wind-blown sand
Then a rock formed
when we held hands
Sunny one so true, I love you
Said I love you. ♪
KNOCK
Come in.
Sarge?
Having trouble with our nasal
passages, are we, Rowan?
There's a funny smell in here, sarge.
Wanted something, did we?
There's a piece in the local rag.
Raymond Walker is building
50 bungalows on his land.
[indistinct]
That cottage can't occupy more than
a quarter of an acre at the most.
Oh, maybe he needs it for access.
That doesn't mean he'd smashed down
the greenhouse to get his hands on it.
Now just drop it!
KNOCK
Come in!
You asked me to bring
the kitten in, sarge.
I asked you to get rid of it!
And this time I mean get rid of it!
What? Have her put down?
I couldn't do that, Sarge.
Very well, Ventress.
Give the kitten to Rowan.
Hang on, Sarge.
If he won't do it, I won't.
Very well Rowan, Ventress.
Give the kitten to Bellamy.
If he won't do it, I won't.
Ventress, give the kitten to me.
Give the kitten to me!
And if anybody wants me,
I'm at the vet's!
What's going on?
Maybe you can talk sense
into the woman, constable.
She's locked herself in there.
Silly old biddy.
Who, Mrs. Thompson?
Who else?
Look, I own this place, now.
I've got all this equipment
standing idle.
Place ought to be down by now.
Can't you arrest her for trespassing?
Let me have a word with her.
You always said you could see right
through that Eric, didn't you, Charlie.
You always said it was a mistake.
But would she listen to us? No.
Oh no.
That's always been her trouble,
Charlie. She'd never listen.
KNOCK
Mrs. Thompson, are you in there?
Who wants to know?
It's me, PC Rowan.
Are you all right?
Yes.
Well, will you let me in, please?
What do you want?
Just to talk to you, Mrs. Thompson.
All right, officer.
I'll come quietly.
Thank you.
I never wanted to sell
it in the first place.
So why agree to?
I didn't. It was Eric that agreed.
- Eric?
- My son-in-law.
He said the last offer I had from
Mr. Walker was too good to refuse.
And he said he was going to accept
it whether I liked it or not.
But it's your cottage, Mrs. Thompson.
Well, yes and no.
And what does that mean?
Well, I signed the deeds over to
them last year when I was poorly.
They thought I was going to die and
it well, it seemed to make sense.
And you didn't ask them to be signed
back to you when you recovered?
Well I mentioned it, but he
said he didn't see the point.
What, he refused to?
Well, no, the way he put it
was, he said, why bother?
And after all, the cottage was
going to come to them one day.
He'd no right to do
that, Mrs. Thompson.
And selling this place
over your head like that.
But if the deeds are in his name
Signed over to him when you're in no
condition to know what you were doing.
You know you could him to court.
No! I couldn't do that!
Charlie'd never forgive me for that!
Not to our Jennie.
Cauuse no matter what she's done,
she's only ever done what
she thought was best for me.
Mr. Walker!
Yes?
Could you clarify something
for me, please?
- What?
- Do you actually own this property?
Well, practically.
Does that mean no?
I don't like your attitude, constable.
I don't officially own it, but I do have
the owner's permission to demolish it.
- Meaning Eric Bradshaw's?
- Of course.
But I'm afraid he's most
certainly isn't the owner.
In fact, he may be
facing an investigation
to see if criminal
charges are called for.
Huh?
He told me he had the
authority to get her out.
Oh, you'd better think
again, Mr. Walker.
You remember I arranged to have
Jane Thompson's calls intercepted?
Yes.
Well, I needn't have
bothered, apparently.
They stopped after that.
So, what does that prove?
Well, it doesn't prove anything.
It thus perhaps, tells
us something, though.
TV COMMENTARY
They've found her!
They rang, you see.
Said she'd gone out after breakfast
and hadn't come back.
Is she all right?
- She's fine.
- Oh, thank God!
No, it's all right, thanks.
So she's back in the
home then, is she?
Her own home, yeah.
What, at the cottage?
Well, that is where I found her.
She can't stay there, can see?
It's been sold.
She says she never wanted the
cottage sold in the first place.
Yeah, well, it's a bit late to
start talking like that, isn't it?
I thought you insisted,
Mr. Bradshaw.
It was for her good.
Anyway, what's it to you lot, anyway?
Well, for a start, there's
the question of why
you wouldn't return the deeds to Mrs.
Thompson when she asked for them.
Also these these phone calls your
mother's been getting, Mrs. Bradshaw.
Yes?
Well, she told you I was
making arrangements
with the exchange to
have them intercepted.
Yes.
And you presumably
told your husband?
Of course.
Would your mother have mentioned
it to anyone else, you think?
Doubtful, I should think.
Stuck up there on her own.
So you two were probably the
only ones that knew about it?
So?
So, don't you think it's rather odd
that they suddenly stopped?
That whoever was persecuting
her changed tactics
and decided to smashed
up the greenhouse?
Just for the record, Mr. Bradshaw,
where were you the night that
greenhouse was vandalised?
I was here with Jennifer.
All evening, that right, Jennifer?
Right.
You're quite sure about that,
are you, Mrs. Bradshaw?
Yes, I'm quite sure.
What are you getting at?
Oh, I'm not getting at
anything, Mr. Bradshaw.
I just wanted to be quite clear
where you were, that's all.
And now we know, don't we?
Right. Ready, love?
S'all right. We'll see ourselves out.
Thank you.
You weren't, were you, Eric?
What?
Here, that night.
You were down in the
pub until after midnight.
Least that's where
you said you were.
Love, just don't start, all right?
It was you smashed her
greenhouse, wasn't it?
Wasn't it, Eric?!
That means it was you who
cut her telephone wires!
And them late-night calls,
frightening the life out of her!
Look, it was for her own good.
Well, you said yourself she weren't
fit to be left down there on her own.
I can't believe it!
Frightening phone
calls to my mother?
You did it for the money,
didn't you?
Or did you just do
it for the fun of it?
I can't do anything
right with you, can I?
because I thought you
wanted her out of the house
so we can make some money.
I hope you're proud of yourself!
A defenceless old lady like her.
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Welcome home, Charlie.
I'll have to get you a new frame.
Hello!
Hello, love!
- Hello, Mum!
- Hello, love!
Come on, give me that bag.
You realise I hope, that I'm only staying
until I've found somewhere of my own.
Of course, I understand that, dear.
And I want you to realise you
don't have to do this, you know.
I shall never forgive
myself if I thought
that I was the cause of
you and Eric breaking up.
Mother, I probably should
have left him years ago.
Well, I want you to feel free to stay
as long or as little as you want to.
Only on one condition, mind.
What's that?
As of today, we finally let my
father rest in peace, okay?
I'll put the kettle on.
Thank you, Charlie.
Greengrass is doing what?
He's suing Raymond Walker, sarge.
Over that public right of way.
He says someone has to stand
up for the community.
I don't believe it.
All right, Rowan.
KNOCK
Uh, message for you
from the vet, sarge.
He says you left the inoculation
certificates behind,
but you can collect
them at any time.
Oh, right. Thank you, Ventress.
Come on, Heathcliff.
Yes!
Would you like a glass of milk?