Heartbeat (1992) s05e01 Episode Script
Wishing Well
1
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
People try to put us down
Talking 'bout my generation
Just because we get around
Talking 'bout my generation
Things they do look awful cold
Talking 'bout my generation
Hope I die before I get old
Talking 'bout my generation
This is my generation,
my generation, baby
Why don't you all f-f-f-fade away
Talking 'bout my generation
Don't try and dig what we all say
Talking 'bout my generation
I'm not trying to cause
a big sensation
Talking 'bout my generation
I'm talking 'bout my generation
Talking 'bout my generation
This is my generation
My generation, baby ♪
Yee-ha!
Talking 'bout my generation
Don't try and dig what we all say
Talking 'bout my generation
I'm not trying to cause
a big sensation
Talking 'bout my generation
I'm talking 'bout my generation
Talking 'bout my generation
This is my generation
My generation, baby
My generation ♪
Ey-up, the Noddy Mob's here,
toy bikes, an' all!
Set me free, why don't you, baby?
Get out of my life,
why don't you, baby?
Cos you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging on
You don't really need me ♪
Oi! Where'd you get these from?
Bought 'em this morning.
They're horrible.
They smell of smoke.
They're not fire-damaged stock.
What makes you say that?
Well, cause they're not.
Which means they are.
Get rid of them, Claude.
Can't. I've paid readies for this lot!
You're wasting your breath, son.
Nick, some rockers have just arrived.
Look like trouble.
Expecting anyone?
Could be from Whitby.
Thanks, Maggie.
Maggie! How'd you get
on with Mrs. Sutcliffe?
It's a boy.
Sixteen hours labour.
Mind you, what do you expect?
The last one took even longer!
How about you?
Any sign of action?
I think I felt a bit of a twinge
last night, climbing the upstairs.
You have more false alarms
than Claude's dog has fleas.
Hey, watch it, or I'll send over
his dad round to see you!
He's a boxer!
Maggie
- Oh, no!
- Go on.
I hoped you might show.
I'm in uniform, you berk!
I had noticed.
So, what do you think of
swinging Aidensfield?
I thought the only swinging round
here was done by cow-tails.
Set me free, why don't you, babe
Come on. Come on!
You say that you still care for me
But your heart is
so meant to be free
Now that you've got your freedom
You wanna still hold on to me
You don't want me for yourself
So let me find somebody else
Why don't you be a man about it
And set me free
Cos you don't really love me ♪
Come on, lads,
let's have some fun.
From Whitby, right?
What about it?
Oh nothing. Not so long as you get
on your bikes and go back there.
Who are you to tell us what to do?
You've been boozing
that bars for a start.
- Think we're scared of you?
- Now, come on.
Your mod nancy boys not
up to handling us, eh?
- Greasy git!
- Yeah, alright.
Leave it, Ollie!
Drop him, darling.
You're wasting time.
Could do better.
Are you leaving?
Forget it.
Don't want the little mods
wetting themselves, do we?
Flaming kids.
Got all the charm
of an open grave!
I've got arms that
long to hold you
And keep you by my side ♪
Look at me!
I'm a total wreck!
You look great, Gina.
Well, I don't feel it.
Serves me right, putting me
neck on the line for this ball.
It's been a huge success!
We nearly didn't get
the hall, you know.
It's your Nick that
swung it for us.
Let's hope there's enough room
on the dance floor for me.
Come on.
What have you been up to?
Come on, let's dance.
Like the old days.
REVVING ENGINE, SCREECH OF TYRES
Come on!
What the hell do you
think you're playing at?
Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, baby now
Come on and work it on out
Work it on out
Work it on out now
work it on out
You know you look so good
Look so good
You really got me going now ♪
Putting him through his paces?
Oh, I was all-nighting when
he was in short trousers
dreaming about sets!
Constable Rowan! You guaranteed
me that there'd be no trouble.
There weren't any till
you arrived, Stanton.
Oh you think so, do you?
Then see what they're doing
to your van out there!
You know you twist so fine
Twist so fine ♪
I'll check it out.
I need the fresh air.
I've got nothing against young
people enjoying themselves,
but not if it encourages hooligans!
What's going on?
Hey, what do you think you're doing?
Get out of it! You'll get my
twelve-bore up your backside!
Hey! Look what's going on here!
Hey, get out of there!
Don't just stand there,
do something about it.
Turn your engine off!
What do you think you're doing?
I want this event stopped,
Constable Rowan!
- Dad!
- You keep out of this!
There is trouble, it's outside.
SCREAMS
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry,
there's seems to be a
bit of trouble outside.
If you'll just bear with us,
stay inside while we sort it.
Alright. Thank you.
All right, Phil?
Great!
Oh, this is going to go down
well with Blaketon, isn't it?
I'm going to have that one.
Hey! You took your time, didn't you?
Look at this lot.
You got much damage?
Let's just say at a time like this
I wish I had some insurance.
Yeah, alright, back in a minute.
You better bring cellotape.
Anything serious?
Just a few minor
cuts from glass.
It's going to take a bit of time.
Maggie, could you drop Kate off?
Sure.
- Is that alright?
- Yeah, fine.
I'll be back in a minute.
Hey, the mob who did this,
do you know them?
Like I said, Whitby.
And who's the bigmouth
who did the talking?
Not sure.
You owe him no favours, Ollie.
I said I don't know, all right?
I'll go round tomorrow and
put you through your paces.
You're a hard woman, Maggie.
Get away with you!
- Bye.
- Bye.
Hello there.
You're looking for something?
What's up?
Mr. Rowan, the lad you want,
his name's Roger Wellins.
Any idea where I might find him?
He hangs around that rocker
caff near the front in Whitby.
Alright. Thanks for
letting me know, Julie.
Better you sort him before others.
Who?
Well, Ollie and the rest.
He thinks that rocker Roger
fancies me or something.
I dunno.
After what they did to the lad's
scooters and the hall here,
work it out for yourself, Mr. Rowan.
Room service.
- This is lovely.
- There you go.
You stink of paint.
Got something to show you.
What?
Look in on the nursery
when you get up.
I've got to hand my report in.
You take it easy today.
You worry about you.
Leave me to worry about us.
I warned you it would
end in tears, Rowan!
It's hooliganism
masquerading as youth activity.
It wasn't the village kids, sarge.
It was that Whitby lot.
Oh, you guaranteed
there'll be no trouble.
Made yourself a
hostage to fortune.
I mean, you do represent
the law in Aidensfield.
Well, helping kids to help
themselves can prevent crime, sarge.
It's good policing.
Not when it brings the wrath
of influential businessmen
like Mr. Stanton down on our heads.
Mr. Stanton's also a prominent
member of our local council.
The expert on the blindingly
obvious has spoken.
Thank you, Ventress.
Now look, mend fences with Stanton.
He's worried about his daughter Julie
running around with these lads.
So just find out who's responsible
for these malicious damage
and arrest them!
Here, Alf
Sarge!
What is it?
Well, I thought this piece was lead,
but it's hallmarked.
Solid gold, sarge.
Now, why would a hooligan chuck
a gold bar through a window?
Well, they wouldn't
have known, would they?
It was framed and painted.
If it is gold,
it must have been nicked.
You all right, grandma?
Don't be cheeky!
Off you go!
Quick! Get off!
Hello, Netty. Unexpected guests?
Oh, Doctor Rowan!
I never expected you to come today.
I don't know what they're doing
back around here like that.
- I've brought you your pills.
- Oh, ta.
I thought you'd given up
attending to folk just now.
Still keeping an eye
on my special people.
Ah, since you're here, you'll have
time for a cup of tea, won't you?
If the kettle's on.
It will be as soon as
I've tidied up here.
Do you know Netty,
this is the first time
I've really noticed
your wishing-well.
Ah. Well, I hate to see it untidy.
Arthur used to attend to
it practically every day.
Is it a real wishing-well?
Perhaps it is.
Arthur used to say that years ago
pilgrims used to come, and offered
money and valuables and such like.
- Oh.
- It brought good luck.
Well, we could all
do with some of that.
What do you have to
do to make a wish?
Well, you bring your offering
anything valuable
and say what you
want best to happen.
Sounds like a good deal to me.
Come in please, gentlemen.
This is high quality gold bullion.
The type used by wholesale
jewellers like ourselves.
Oh, can you identify
where it came from?
Oh, yes.
The bullion mark is a serial number.
- I'll drop a report for you.
- Alright, thanks.
May I ask how you came by this?
It was found in your village
hall last night, Mr. Stanton.
You found it in Aidensfield?
It was used to smash a window.
A valuable object like this?
Yeah, whoever threw it obviously
didn't know it was gold.
Obviously!
That figure on it,
do you know what it is?
It's a representation of some
kind of goddess figure.
Does it mean anything?
Oh, no, no, no.
It's far too crudely executed to
be identified with any certainty.
Does this mean it was thrown
by one of those lads?
Looks like it.
The quicker you do something
about them, the better!
How are you feeling?
Since you ask, I'm jiggered.
Not overdoing the active
pregnancy bit, I hope?
No, sergeant.
I've practically cut out
anything to do with work.
Thanks.
Well, your haemoglobin checks
show you're still anaemic.
Perhaps you ought to think
about boosting your iron intake.
Oh, no more pills, Maggie, please!
No. Starting today,
a course of injections.
I'm almost there.
Is it worth it?
Oh, don't worry.
By the time I'm finished with you,
you'll feel like jumping the garden gate.
Well, thank you, sir.
We need to find out where that
gold bar came from, Rowan.
We do have a lead, sarge.
Well, give it top priority!
- I'll need to take Phil Bellamy.
- Why?
Well, he saw who threw it.
Well, that's a good enough reason.
Is she really going out with him?
Well, there she is. Let's ask her.
Betty, is that Jimmy's
ring you're wearing?
Mm-hm
Gee, it must be
great riding with him.
Is he picking you up
after school today?
By the way, where'd you meet him?
I met him at the candy store
He turned around and smiled at me.
You get the picture?
Yes, we see ♪
TALKING AND LAUGHTER
They said he came from
the wrong side of town
They told me he was bad
I know he was sad ♪
Do you recognise anyone, Phil?
That's him down there.
Alright, come on, let's have a word.
I had to tell my friends
we were through
Give us a kiss, love.
Get lost!
All I could do was cry
I'm sorry I hurt you,
leader of the pack ♪
REVVING MOTORCYCLE ENGINE
Get lost!
I felt so helpless.
What could I do? ♪
Where is he going?
Remembering all the things
we've been through
In school, they all stop and stare
I couldn't hide the tears,
but I don't care
I'll never forget him,
the leader of the pack ♪
SCREECH
I'd like a word with you.
There were others
there too, you know.
Why just pick on me?
You broke the window.
You were seen by a police witness.
Do what you like.
I've said all I've to say.
We want to know
where you found this.
You don't want to do time, do you?
We could charge you with
assaulting a police officer.
I just picked it up.
Pull the other one.
It's true.
We were passing the stuff
we turfed off that old truck.
The one parked outside
the village hall?
Aye.
Belonged to some old
bloke in an army greatcoat.
Greengrass.
If you come for eggs,
you're out of luck.
They are not laying.
The idea is just stay alive,
not to die of food poisoning.
Anything gone missing from your
truck the other night, Claude?
There weren't much left.
What about this?
Oh, that's a , a charm
I had hanging in the cab.
It's supposed to bring you luck.
Which you've just run out of.
Get in the car.
What's the charge?
We're taking you down for
questioning. Get in the car!
Come on, son.
Here, hang onto him for a minute.
Rowan, do something with this.
This place is getting
worse than Russia.
I mean I wouldn't mind,
but I'm the flaming victim!
We just want to know where
you got this from, Greengrass.
I acquired it through the natural
course of my commercial activities.
Tell us more.
Why should I tell you lot owt?
Cause you're in trouble, that's why.
Oh yeah.
I'm all in trouble
over a lump of lead
that's big enough to
roof a sparrow's nest.
Not lead, Greengrass.
Gold.
What?
Stolen gold bullion, which you
admit was in your possession.
What's wrong, Greengrass?
Have you lost your sense of humour?
Right. Let's be having you.
You're not gonna stick it in my bum
like you did the first one, are you?
Why not?
Well, Nick said it left
a great big bruise.
Wonder how did he stumble
upon that discovery, I wonder.
Mind your own business, Mrs. Bolton.
Okay. Turn the other cheek.
So you found it in an old
car about three years ago?
How many times do I
have to tell you? Yes.
Whose old car?
And where did this old car come from?
How do you mean?
You heard.
It were a cash transaction.
I used to buy and sell old
cars all the time, didn't I?
I don't believe you.
Claude, just tell us
where it came from.
I've told you all I know!
All right. Sign the statement.
Now get out.
What's gonna happen to the gold?
I mean morally, if not legally,
it might rightfully be mine.
Just get out! NOW!
And don't stray too far.
I don't think he's involved.
He's lying, Rowan.
Maybe he's just bloody-minded.
You're not exactly his
favourite pinup, sarge.
I'll work on him.
Do that.
Preferably with a cudgel.
It's only me, Netty.
Hard at it, as usual?
Oh, it's you, is it, Claude?
I brought you a few
pullet eggs I had left over,
surplus to requirement.
Very generous of you, love.
What good neighbours
are for, ain't it?
In any case, I promised old Arthur
I keep an eye on you, you know.
Have you time for a cup of tea?
Thought you'd never ask.
And I need to have a quiet
word with you, an' all.
Kill two birds with one stone.
Damn!
You all right, Kate?
Nosebleed.
Is that normal?
Don't fuss. I'm fine.
I wish the baby would come, Nick.
Don't worry, love. Almost there.
Cheers, Bob.
Keep the change.
What change?
There isn't any.
It were like a joke, George.
I like your jokes, Claude.
That one about the car
still has Blaketon rolling
round his office carpet.
I wish you'd change the record.
We need to know about the car.
There's nowt to know.
I sold it in the normal way
through an advert in the paper.
What car is that?
Ah, some old banger
he sold three years ago.
Can I have a pork
pie, please, Gina?
An old banger!
I'll have you know the success
of my motor dealership
was built upon the recommendation
of satisfied customers.
Ask why he's still not doing it.
Keep your nose out, George.
Well, why aren't you?
It went skint.
Come on, son.
Kate?
Up here, Maggie! Ow.
Are you all right?
Fine. Just a bit clumsy!
For once, you know, I thought
I might find you in bed, resting.
I'm trying to bribe that little
beggar into show her face.
Or his.
No chance.
Come on, time to work.
You feeling the benefit
of the iron shots yet?
I'm not sure. I think so.
Oh, that's what I like,
positive thinking.
I hate staying away
from home, Dr. Rowan.
It will only be for a while, Netty,
mainly for observation.
I'll call in and and see you later.
Okay?
Arthur Pickard's workshop.
Now these are the detailed records of
all the years he spent metal-detecting.
I met him once,
just before he died.
He's a nice old bloke
with a 24-hour smile.
In other words, he was barmy.
How did you meet him?
Oh, there was a family round
here got into trouble.
I was sent in with the bailiffs.
Anyway, this well-wisher,
he paid up all their debts.
Later, we found
out it was Pickard.
Very generous.
I'd say it was throwing
bad money after worse.
Alf. The date that
gold went missing.
Uh. The police were called in to where
it was stashed on August 4th, 1957.
Well, this is his record for 1957.
Last dated entry was August 3rd.
Oh, that was the day before.
Does it say he found anything?
No, no. It's the last entry.
The cunning old devil.
He found the gold.
ELECTRONIC WHINE
- This is awful.
- Yeah.
How can anyone do
this to Netty Pickard?
Everyone loves her.
Here. It's a ticket for that
dance at the village hall.
I saw some bikers here the other day.
This is stupid, Ollie.
He's asking for it, isn't he.
No-one chats up my bird.
Oh come on, Ollie, you know
she wouldn't go with a rocker.
She won't get a chance!
I've just come from Mrs. Pickard's.
Yeah. We heard what happened.
I found this there.
It weren't any of them, Nick.
I know it wasn't.
The Whitby Greasers bought
tickets too, you know.
Yeah, I know.
But I don't want any trouble from you.
Let us sort it out.
Yeah. Well, great minds
think alike, don't they?
Ollie!
What's going on, Julie?
They're going to see
the Whitby rockers.
I can go any way, way I choose
I can live anyhow, win or lose
I can go any way often do
Any way, anyhow, anywhere I choose
Do anything, tra-la-la
Drive anyhow, win or lose
Go any way and never lose
Any way, anyhow, anywhere I choose
Nothing gets in my way,
not even locked doors
Don't follow the lines
of the labour force
I get along the way I feel
Any way, anyhow, anywhere
I can go any way, way I choose
I can live anyhow, win or lose
I can go anywhere often do
Any way, anyhow, anywhere I choose
Ooo-ooo-ooo, any way
Ooo-ooo-ooo
the way I choose, yeah
Ooo-ooo-ooo,
the way I wanna go
Ooo-ooo-ooo ♪
SHOUTING AND CHANTING
You all brought your bucket
and spades, have you?
I'm gonna have you, Wellins!
Come on, then!
Ollie!
POLICE BELLS
All right, all right, all right.
Oh you're a glutton for
punishment, aren't you?
This is nowt to do with you, copper!
Alright, you and your
mates, on your way,
before I book the lot of you.
Greasy rockers owe
us for Aidensfield!
Phil.
Book him for assault.
All right, on your way,
on your way!
Hello there, Doctor Rowan.
Oh Mr. Stanton,
you shouldn't have.
No, I've just come to see
Netty Pickard. How is she?
Pretty shaken. It'll take some
time for her to get over it.
Young hooligans, I hear.
They've got no respect
for age or anything else.
I'm sure she'll appreciate a visit.
Actually, she's resting now.
They're from the council.
They're very concerned, you know.
They like Mrs. Pickard to know that
they'll do everything they
possibly can to help.
That'll cheer her up.
Well, I'll just drop these off
and I'll see her another time.
Goodbye then, doctor.
I thought you had the Aidensfield lot
under some kind of control, Rowan!
So did I, sarge.
I just had another
earful from Stanton.
I mean Council representation to
HQ on this is all we need, isn't it?
Yes, Ventress?
Er do you want the good
or the bad news first?
Oh, get on with it, Ventress.
Well, the bad news is all
the kids' alibis stand up.
None of them could have been at Netty's
when the place was vandalised.
And the good news?
Well you know that car that Greengrass
said he found the gold bar in.
Yes, yes?
Well, I think we've traced it.
It's a rotten thing to happen.
Ah, poor old Netty.
Whoever did it wants thumping.
- Hi Nick.
- Hello there.
Hey, we traced that
car of yours, Claude.
What are you on about now?
You know, the one you couldn't
recall for Sgt Blaketon the other day.
The one that came
with the lucky charm.
You must have been
crossed with a lurcher.
You never give up, do you?
Hey, you flogged it through
this local paper. Look.
"For sale, 1937 Austin 10, one elderly
lady owner, in perfect condition."
Nothing unusual about that.
I sold lots of cars through adverts.
Well, that's not what the
newspaper office say.
Austin 10?
Not the Austin you offered me about
three years ago, was it, Claude?
Shut up.
Was it, Claude?
Arthur had just died and
Netty had need of the cash.
Right, well, I've got
a business to run.
Yeah, hold up.
Oi, oi, hold up.
What do you want now?
So the car with the gold bar
came from Arthur Pickard.
I don't know what you mean.
You should have told me, Claude.
Deliberately withholding
information about a serious crime.
You'll have to come
in again, I'm afraid.
So you don't deny you sold
the car for Mrs. Pickard?
Well, it weren't for my benefit.
I was just doing Netty a favour.
How did you get the gold piece?
Well, Arthur used to have
it hanging in his motor.
And you nicked it, I suppose?
Now, you suppose wrong, don't you,
cause I didn't know what it was.
I mean, Netty just gave me
it as a present, you know,
to bring me luck, which it doesn't.
Why didn't you tell us?
Well, when you said it were
gold and had been nicked,
I didn't want to get
Netty into bother.
How very noble of you.
Ah well. Arthur had
been a good mate to me.
He used to help me
out when I was skint.
You an' all?
Did Netty know it was gold?
How do I know? Cause I didn't.
I wouldn't have thought so.
Arthur never used to
tell her owt about nowt.
Come on, son.
Well, you'd better find out what
else Arthur's left lying around
and just what Mrs. Pickard
knows about it.
And who else is on the same track.
How do you mean?
Well, by the state of that place,
someone knew what they were doing.
I'd say it was a search, sarge.
- Hello, Netty.
- Oh, hello.
Mrs. Pickard. Sorry, we just
wanted to ask you something.
Do you recognise this?
Oh, that's Arthur's lucky piece.
Carried it about in his car.
You got it from Claude, I expect.
Yeah.
I gave it to him.
Well, I thought he could
do with a bit of good luck.
Did you know it was gold?
Not until Claude told
me a few days back.
It was stolen gold, Mrs. Pickard.
It's part of a large quantity that
went missing seven years ago.
You knew where your husband
might have got it from, Netty?
I'm afraid I have no idea.
Did your husband ever tell you
about the things he found
with his metal detector?
Oh no, it would have spoiled
his luck to talk of it.
Why is that?
Well Arthur used to say
that good luck goes the moment
you make mention of it.
He was funny like that.
Well, we've reason to believe
that he knew it was stolen.
Well, Arthur wouldn't harm anyone.
He wanted to make people happy.
A lot of people got money
from your husband, Netty.
Have you any idea where that
money might have come from?
No, but if he had more money than
our needs, it's how he'd have use it.
Right. Well, let's just say
that he did find that gold.
What d'you think he
would have done with it?
He'd have shared it.
What, given it away?
Oh no. To keep his luck strong.
I mean, you can't help people
unless you're lucky, can you?
How do you mean?
Well he thought you ought to give
back what you get in the way of luck.
Excuse me, I think
they are ready for her.
What's that on your
chain, Mrs. Pickard?
Oh, it's a good luck
token Arthur gave me
when we moved in
to Hollywell cottage.
It's very pretty.
Where did he get it from?
Oh, it's made specially by Stanton's.
And who is it?
It's Lady Fortuna.
She's the patron of the wishing
well at the back of our garden.
Sarge! We've struck gold.
So have we, Rowan.
Arthur Pickard's bank statement
shows that £15,000 was deposited
just two weeks after the bullion raid.
Yes, some people are born lucky.
Arthur believe you have to buy it.
You said you'd struck gold.
This is Lady Fortuna.
She's the patron saint of the old
wishing well in Pickard's garden.
He felt he had to share it with her.
It's in the well?
I'd lay odds on it, sarge.
See what he kept back, he flogged.
Used the money to play
Robin Hood in Aidensfield.
Is Alf still at the cottage?
No, he's on his way
back with Pickard's record.
We'd best get out there, sarge.
Right Bellamy. Radio Ventress and
tell him to meet us back there.
You feeling all right?
Might be coming down with a cold.
Oh yes, hot and sticky.
Exactly how I like my blokes.
Don't make me laugh.
Fun is essential to
my bedside manner.
You should have been a doctor.
Oo, no chance.
When it was an option,
I was addicted to enjoying life,
not saving it.
And now?
Oh well. Lucky in life,
absolute disaster in love.
Say cheese!
Thank you.
Told you I bruised easily.
And in Technicolor.
You're not responding to
those iron injections, Kate.
Well, anaemia can drag on.
Persistent anaemia needs treating.
You give me a blood sample
and I'll do the rest for you.
Can't we wait till
after I've delivered?
What's wrong with now?
Tests, I've done all that.
Kate, I'm not telling you anything
you don't know already.
No, just what I don't want to hear.
Okay. If you insist.
You give me a blood sample,
I'll drop it off at the hospital.
No need. I'll leave it at the lab.
- Psst.
- Ventress!
He's in there.
BELL
Ventress!
You shouldn't be let out!
How did I know
there was a bell on it?
Come on, Alf.
Who is it?
Councillor Stanton.
As I live and breathe.
Come on, up you get.
You've got a lot of explaining
to do, Councillor Stanton.
He lied when we first showed
him that gold, sarge.
He recognised the figure.
I found out today he'd
made one for Netty Pickard.
So it was you who bought
the gold off Pickard.
I did it as a favour.
Look, I'm a respectable
businessman.
You were his fence.
It was only the once.
He said it was all he had.
Until that piece we
showed you turned up.
You recognised the
figure on it, didn't you?
Well, yes, I did.
And it was easy for you to
check out where it came from.
And how much gold was on offer.
He visited Netty in hospital, sarge.
He wormed it out of her,
I'd expect, sarge.
But he didn't know about
the wishing well at first.
Took the place apart
looking for the gold.
And made out that the village
kids were responsible.
Look. We're all
professional men here.
I'm sure we can come
to some arrangement
that would be
satisfactory to all of us.
I won't express a personal
opinion on your conduct.
It wouldn't be professional.
Greed, hypocrisy, theft.
A canker in the body
of the Parish Council.
Ventress
lock him up.
I've got a nice comfortable
cell ready for you, sir.
How much longer are you
going to be, Mr. Rowan?
Not long now, Netty.
We're almost finished.
Well, they've scoured every inch
of the premises and beyond.
How much is still missing?
Four ingots.
Oh, Stanton said he only
bought two ingots off Pickard.
That's strange.
Still, the insurance aren't complaining,
so case almost closed.
Isn't there a reward, sarge?
I've no idea, Rowan.
Well, the only potential
claimant is Mrs. Pickard
and we can hardly reward the
wife of a thief now, can we?
Sorry, Arthur, I have to take
our nest egg for a walk.
But then you always did say,
"What you give, you get back".
"Don't you, old girl?"
Five, four
Three, two, one
5-4-3-2-1
5-4-3-2-1 ♪
We're getting too old for this.
You might be!
5-4-3-2-1 ♪
Nick!
Can I have a word?
I wanted to have a word with you
about the newspaper report
you know, about
the gold being found.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Yeah. Well, really, I wanted to see
about the reward, you know,
for information leading
to its recovery.
What about it?
Well, I mean, it can't
go to Netty, can it,
so, I mean, I'm gonna
be next in line.
Because it were my bit of gold from
Arthur that put you on the trail.
You were right, Claude,
and you deserve it.
That's what I thought.
But the trouble is, the newspaper
report got it wrong.
The reward was withdrawn
five years ago.
You're joking.
That's diabolical! I'm going to see
somebody about this, you know.
Who?
I don't know. I've not
made me mind up yet.
But I tell you something.
I'll make them understand they can't
mess about with an old-age pensioner!
Let's go home, love.
Yeah, alright. Maggie, keep an
eye on things for me, will you?
And who keeps an eye on me?
See you tomorrow, Maggie.
You bet.
5-4-3-2-1
5-4-3-2-1
5-4-3-2-1
5-4-3-2-1 ♪
I bet the baby comes tomorrow.
You haven't paid me for the bet
you lost yesterday, let alone today.
You are so tight-fisted, Nick Rowan!
Double or quits?
You're on.
- All right?
- Yup.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
People try to put us down
Talking 'bout my generation
Just because we get around
Talking 'bout my generation
Things they do look awful cold
Talking 'bout my generation
Hope I die before I get old
Talking 'bout my generation
This is my generation,
my generation, baby
Why don't you all f-f-f-fade away
Talking 'bout my generation
Don't try and dig what we all say
Talking 'bout my generation
I'm not trying to cause
a big sensation
Talking 'bout my generation
I'm talking 'bout my generation
Talking 'bout my generation
This is my generation
My generation, baby ♪
Yee-ha!
Talking 'bout my generation
Don't try and dig what we all say
Talking 'bout my generation
I'm not trying to cause
a big sensation
Talking 'bout my generation
I'm talking 'bout my generation
Talking 'bout my generation
This is my generation
My generation, baby
My generation ♪
Ey-up, the Noddy Mob's here,
toy bikes, an' all!
Set me free, why don't you, baby?
Get out of my life,
why don't you, baby?
Cos you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging on
You don't really need me ♪
Oi! Where'd you get these from?
Bought 'em this morning.
They're horrible.
They smell of smoke.
They're not fire-damaged stock.
What makes you say that?
Well, cause they're not.
Which means they are.
Get rid of them, Claude.
Can't. I've paid readies for this lot!
You're wasting your breath, son.
Nick, some rockers have just arrived.
Look like trouble.
Expecting anyone?
Could be from Whitby.
Thanks, Maggie.
Maggie! How'd you get
on with Mrs. Sutcliffe?
It's a boy.
Sixteen hours labour.
Mind you, what do you expect?
The last one took even longer!
How about you?
Any sign of action?
I think I felt a bit of a twinge
last night, climbing the upstairs.
You have more false alarms
than Claude's dog has fleas.
Hey, watch it, or I'll send over
his dad round to see you!
He's a boxer!
Maggie
- Oh, no!
- Go on.
I hoped you might show.
I'm in uniform, you berk!
I had noticed.
So, what do you think of
swinging Aidensfield?
I thought the only swinging round
here was done by cow-tails.
Set me free, why don't you, babe
Come on. Come on!
You say that you still care for me
But your heart is
so meant to be free
Now that you've got your freedom
You wanna still hold on to me
You don't want me for yourself
So let me find somebody else
Why don't you be a man about it
And set me free
Cos you don't really love me ♪
Come on, lads,
let's have some fun.
From Whitby, right?
What about it?
Oh nothing. Not so long as you get
on your bikes and go back there.
Who are you to tell us what to do?
You've been boozing
that bars for a start.
- Think we're scared of you?
- Now, come on.
Your mod nancy boys not
up to handling us, eh?
- Greasy git!
- Yeah, alright.
Leave it, Ollie!
Drop him, darling.
You're wasting time.
Could do better.
Are you leaving?
Forget it.
Don't want the little mods
wetting themselves, do we?
Flaming kids.
Got all the charm
of an open grave!
I've got arms that
long to hold you
And keep you by my side ♪
Look at me!
I'm a total wreck!
You look great, Gina.
Well, I don't feel it.
Serves me right, putting me
neck on the line for this ball.
It's been a huge success!
We nearly didn't get
the hall, you know.
It's your Nick that
swung it for us.
Let's hope there's enough room
on the dance floor for me.
Come on.
What have you been up to?
Come on, let's dance.
Like the old days.
REVVING ENGINE, SCREECH OF TYRES
Come on!
What the hell do you
think you're playing at?
Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, baby now
Come on and work it on out
Work it on out
Work it on out now
work it on out
You know you look so good
Look so good
You really got me going now ♪
Putting him through his paces?
Oh, I was all-nighting when
he was in short trousers
dreaming about sets!
Constable Rowan! You guaranteed
me that there'd be no trouble.
There weren't any till
you arrived, Stanton.
Oh you think so, do you?
Then see what they're doing
to your van out there!
You know you twist so fine
Twist so fine ♪
I'll check it out.
I need the fresh air.
I've got nothing against young
people enjoying themselves,
but not if it encourages hooligans!
What's going on?
Hey, what do you think you're doing?
Get out of it! You'll get my
twelve-bore up your backside!
Hey! Look what's going on here!
Hey, get out of there!
Don't just stand there,
do something about it.
Turn your engine off!
What do you think you're doing?
I want this event stopped,
Constable Rowan!
- Dad!
- You keep out of this!
There is trouble, it's outside.
SCREAMS
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry,
there's seems to be a
bit of trouble outside.
If you'll just bear with us,
stay inside while we sort it.
Alright. Thank you.
All right, Phil?
Great!
Oh, this is going to go down
well with Blaketon, isn't it?
I'm going to have that one.
Hey! You took your time, didn't you?
Look at this lot.
You got much damage?
Let's just say at a time like this
I wish I had some insurance.
Yeah, alright, back in a minute.
You better bring cellotape.
Anything serious?
Just a few minor
cuts from glass.
It's going to take a bit of time.
Maggie, could you drop Kate off?
Sure.
- Is that alright?
- Yeah, fine.
I'll be back in a minute.
Hey, the mob who did this,
do you know them?
Like I said, Whitby.
And who's the bigmouth
who did the talking?
Not sure.
You owe him no favours, Ollie.
I said I don't know, all right?
I'll go round tomorrow and
put you through your paces.
You're a hard woman, Maggie.
Get away with you!
- Bye.
- Bye.
Hello there.
You're looking for something?
What's up?
Mr. Rowan, the lad you want,
his name's Roger Wellins.
Any idea where I might find him?
He hangs around that rocker
caff near the front in Whitby.
Alright. Thanks for
letting me know, Julie.
Better you sort him before others.
Who?
Well, Ollie and the rest.
He thinks that rocker Roger
fancies me or something.
I dunno.
After what they did to the lad's
scooters and the hall here,
work it out for yourself, Mr. Rowan.
Room service.
- This is lovely.
- There you go.
You stink of paint.
Got something to show you.
What?
Look in on the nursery
when you get up.
I've got to hand my report in.
You take it easy today.
You worry about you.
Leave me to worry about us.
I warned you it would
end in tears, Rowan!
It's hooliganism
masquerading as youth activity.
It wasn't the village kids, sarge.
It was that Whitby lot.
Oh, you guaranteed
there'll be no trouble.
Made yourself a
hostage to fortune.
I mean, you do represent
the law in Aidensfield.
Well, helping kids to help
themselves can prevent crime, sarge.
It's good policing.
Not when it brings the wrath
of influential businessmen
like Mr. Stanton down on our heads.
Mr. Stanton's also a prominent
member of our local council.
The expert on the blindingly
obvious has spoken.
Thank you, Ventress.
Now look, mend fences with Stanton.
He's worried about his daughter Julie
running around with these lads.
So just find out who's responsible
for these malicious damage
and arrest them!
Here, Alf
Sarge!
What is it?
Well, I thought this piece was lead,
but it's hallmarked.
Solid gold, sarge.
Now, why would a hooligan chuck
a gold bar through a window?
Well, they wouldn't
have known, would they?
It was framed and painted.
If it is gold,
it must have been nicked.
You all right, grandma?
Don't be cheeky!
Off you go!
Quick! Get off!
Hello, Netty. Unexpected guests?
Oh, Doctor Rowan!
I never expected you to come today.
I don't know what they're doing
back around here like that.
- I've brought you your pills.
- Oh, ta.
I thought you'd given up
attending to folk just now.
Still keeping an eye
on my special people.
Ah, since you're here, you'll have
time for a cup of tea, won't you?
If the kettle's on.
It will be as soon as
I've tidied up here.
Do you know Netty,
this is the first time
I've really noticed
your wishing-well.
Ah. Well, I hate to see it untidy.
Arthur used to attend to
it practically every day.
Is it a real wishing-well?
Perhaps it is.
Arthur used to say that years ago
pilgrims used to come, and offered
money and valuables and such like.
- Oh.
- It brought good luck.
Well, we could all
do with some of that.
What do you have to
do to make a wish?
Well, you bring your offering
anything valuable
and say what you
want best to happen.
Sounds like a good deal to me.
Come in please, gentlemen.
This is high quality gold bullion.
The type used by wholesale
jewellers like ourselves.
Oh, can you identify
where it came from?
Oh, yes.
The bullion mark is a serial number.
- I'll drop a report for you.
- Alright, thanks.
May I ask how you came by this?
It was found in your village
hall last night, Mr. Stanton.
You found it in Aidensfield?
It was used to smash a window.
A valuable object like this?
Yeah, whoever threw it obviously
didn't know it was gold.
Obviously!
That figure on it,
do you know what it is?
It's a representation of some
kind of goddess figure.
Does it mean anything?
Oh, no, no, no.
It's far too crudely executed to
be identified with any certainty.
Does this mean it was thrown
by one of those lads?
Looks like it.
The quicker you do something
about them, the better!
How are you feeling?
Since you ask, I'm jiggered.
Not overdoing the active
pregnancy bit, I hope?
No, sergeant.
I've practically cut out
anything to do with work.
Thanks.
Well, your haemoglobin checks
show you're still anaemic.
Perhaps you ought to think
about boosting your iron intake.
Oh, no more pills, Maggie, please!
No. Starting today,
a course of injections.
I'm almost there.
Is it worth it?
Oh, don't worry.
By the time I'm finished with you,
you'll feel like jumping the garden gate.
Well, thank you, sir.
We need to find out where that
gold bar came from, Rowan.
We do have a lead, sarge.
Well, give it top priority!
- I'll need to take Phil Bellamy.
- Why?
Well, he saw who threw it.
Well, that's a good enough reason.
Is she really going out with him?
Well, there she is. Let's ask her.
Betty, is that Jimmy's
ring you're wearing?
Mm-hm
Gee, it must be
great riding with him.
Is he picking you up
after school today?
By the way, where'd you meet him?
I met him at the candy store
He turned around and smiled at me.
You get the picture?
Yes, we see ♪
TALKING AND LAUGHTER
They said he came from
the wrong side of town
They told me he was bad
I know he was sad ♪
Do you recognise anyone, Phil?
That's him down there.
Alright, come on, let's have a word.
I had to tell my friends
we were through
Give us a kiss, love.
Get lost!
All I could do was cry
I'm sorry I hurt you,
leader of the pack ♪
REVVING MOTORCYCLE ENGINE
Get lost!
I felt so helpless.
What could I do? ♪
Where is he going?
Remembering all the things
we've been through
In school, they all stop and stare
I couldn't hide the tears,
but I don't care
I'll never forget him,
the leader of the pack ♪
SCREECH
I'd like a word with you.
There were others
there too, you know.
Why just pick on me?
You broke the window.
You were seen by a police witness.
Do what you like.
I've said all I've to say.
We want to know
where you found this.
You don't want to do time, do you?
We could charge you with
assaulting a police officer.
I just picked it up.
Pull the other one.
It's true.
We were passing the stuff
we turfed off that old truck.
The one parked outside
the village hall?
Aye.
Belonged to some old
bloke in an army greatcoat.
Greengrass.
If you come for eggs,
you're out of luck.
They are not laying.
The idea is just stay alive,
not to die of food poisoning.
Anything gone missing from your
truck the other night, Claude?
There weren't much left.
What about this?
Oh, that's a , a charm
I had hanging in the cab.
It's supposed to bring you luck.
Which you've just run out of.
Get in the car.
What's the charge?
We're taking you down for
questioning. Get in the car!
Come on, son.
Here, hang onto him for a minute.
Rowan, do something with this.
This place is getting
worse than Russia.
I mean I wouldn't mind,
but I'm the flaming victim!
We just want to know where
you got this from, Greengrass.
I acquired it through the natural
course of my commercial activities.
Tell us more.
Why should I tell you lot owt?
Cause you're in trouble, that's why.
Oh yeah.
I'm all in trouble
over a lump of lead
that's big enough to
roof a sparrow's nest.
Not lead, Greengrass.
Gold.
What?
Stolen gold bullion, which you
admit was in your possession.
What's wrong, Greengrass?
Have you lost your sense of humour?
Right. Let's be having you.
You're not gonna stick it in my bum
like you did the first one, are you?
Why not?
Well, Nick said it left
a great big bruise.
Wonder how did he stumble
upon that discovery, I wonder.
Mind your own business, Mrs. Bolton.
Okay. Turn the other cheek.
So you found it in an old
car about three years ago?
How many times do I
have to tell you? Yes.
Whose old car?
And where did this old car come from?
How do you mean?
You heard.
It were a cash transaction.
I used to buy and sell old
cars all the time, didn't I?
I don't believe you.
Claude, just tell us
where it came from.
I've told you all I know!
All right. Sign the statement.
Now get out.
What's gonna happen to the gold?
I mean morally, if not legally,
it might rightfully be mine.
Just get out! NOW!
And don't stray too far.
I don't think he's involved.
He's lying, Rowan.
Maybe he's just bloody-minded.
You're not exactly his
favourite pinup, sarge.
I'll work on him.
Do that.
Preferably with a cudgel.
It's only me, Netty.
Hard at it, as usual?
Oh, it's you, is it, Claude?
I brought you a few
pullet eggs I had left over,
surplus to requirement.
Very generous of you, love.
What good neighbours
are for, ain't it?
In any case, I promised old Arthur
I keep an eye on you, you know.
Have you time for a cup of tea?
Thought you'd never ask.
And I need to have a quiet
word with you, an' all.
Kill two birds with one stone.
Damn!
You all right, Kate?
Nosebleed.
Is that normal?
Don't fuss. I'm fine.
I wish the baby would come, Nick.
Don't worry, love. Almost there.
Cheers, Bob.
Keep the change.
What change?
There isn't any.
It were like a joke, George.
I like your jokes, Claude.
That one about the car
still has Blaketon rolling
round his office carpet.
I wish you'd change the record.
We need to know about the car.
There's nowt to know.
I sold it in the normal way
through an advert in the paper.
What car is that?
Ah, some old banger
he sold three years ago.
Can I have a pork
pie, please, Gina?
An old banger!
I'll have you know the success
of my motor dealership
was built upon the recommendation
of satisfied customers.
Ask why he's still not doing it.
Keep your nose out, George.
Well, why aren't you?
It went skint.
Come on, son.
Kate?
Up here, Maggie! Ow.
Are you all right?
Fine. Just a bit clumsy!
For once, you know, I thought
I might find you in bed, resting.
I'm trying to bribe that little
beggar into show her face.
Or his.
No chance.
Come on, time to work.
You feeling the benefit
of the iron shots yet?
I'm not sure. I think so.
Oh, that's what I like,
positive thinking.
I hate staying away
from home, Dr. Rowan.
It will only be for a while, Netty,
mainly for observation.
I'll call in and and see you later.
Okay?
Arthur Pickard's workshop.
Now these are the detailed records of
all the years he spent metal-detecting.
I met him once,
just before he died.
He's a nice old bloke
with a 24-hour smile.
In other words, he was barmy.
How did you meet him?
Oh, there was a family round
here got into trouble.
I was sent in with the bailiffs.
Anyway, this well-wisher,
he paid up all their debts.
Later, we found
out it was Pickard.
Very generous.
I'd say it was throwing
bad money after worse.
Alf. The date that
gold went missing.
Uh. The police were called in to where
it was stashed on August 4th, 1957.
Well, this is his record for 1957.
Last dated entry was August 3rd.
Oh, that was the day before.
Does it say he found anything?
No, no. It's the last entry.
The cunning old devil.
He found the gold.
ELECTRONIC WHINE
- This is awful.
- Yeah.
How can anyone do
this to Netty Pickard?
Everyone loves her.
Here. It's a ticket for that
dance at the village hall.
I saw some bikers here the other day.
This is stupid, Ollie.
He's asking for it, isn't he.
No-one chats up my bird.
Oh come on, Ollie, you know
she wouldn't go with a rocker.
She won't get a chance!
I've just come from Mrs. Pickard's.
Yeah. We heard what happened.
I found this there.
It weren't any of them, Nick.
I know it wasn't.
The Whitby Greasers bought
tickets too, you know.
Yeah, I know.
But I don't want any trouble from you.
Let us sort it out.
Yeah. Well, great minds
think alike, don't they?
Ollie!
What's going on, Julie?
They're going to see
the Whitby rockers.
I can go any way, way I choose
I can live anyhow, win or lose
I can go any way often do
Any way, anyhow, anywhere I choose
Do anything, tra-la-la
Drive anyhow, win or lose
Go any way and never lose
Any way, anyhow, anywhere I choose
Nothing gets in my way,
not even locked doors
Don't follow the lines
of the labour force
I get along the way I feel
Any way, anyhow, anywhere
I can go any way, way I choose
I can live anyhow, win or lose
I can go anywhere often do
Any way, anyhow, anywhere I choose
Ooo-ooo-ooo, any way
Ooo-ooo-ooo
the way I choose, yeah
Ooo-ooo-ooo,
the way I wanna go
Ooo-ooo-ooo ♪
SHOUTING AND CHANTING
You all brought your bucket
and spades, have you?
I'm gonna have you, Wellins!
Come on, then!
Ollie!
POLICE BELLS
All right, all right, all right.
Oh you're a glutton for
punishment, aren't you?
This is nowt to do with you, copper!
Alright, you and your
mates, on your way,
before I book the lot of you.
Greasy rockers owe
us for Aidensfield!
Phil.
Book him for assault.
All right, on your way,
on your way!
Hello there, Doctor Rowan.
Oh Mr. Stanton,
you shouldn't have.
No, I've just come to see
Netty Pickard. How is she?
Pretty shaken. It'll take some
time for her to get over it.
Young hooligans, I hear.
They've got no respect
for age or anything else.
I'm sure she'll appreciate a visit.
Actually, she's resting now.
They're from the council.
They're very concerned, you know.
They like Mrs. Pickard to know that
they'll do everything they
possibly can to help.
That'll cheer her up.
Well, I'll just drop these off
and I'll see her another time.
Goodbye then, doctor.
I thought you had the Aidensfield lot
under some kind of control, Rowan!
So did I, sarge.
I just had another
earful from Stanton.
I mean Council representation to
HQ on this is all we need, isn't it?
Yes, Ventress?
Er do you want the good
or the bad news first?
Oh, get on with it, Ventress.
Well, the bad news is all
the kids' alibis stand up.
None of them could have been at Netty's
when the place was vandalised.
And the good news?
Well you know that car that Greengrass
said he found the gold bar in.
Yes, yes?
Well, I think we've traced it.
It's a rotten thing to happen.
Ah, poor old Netty.
Whoever did it wants thumping.
- Hi Nick.
- Hello there.
Hey, we traced that
car of yours, Claude.
What are you on about now?
You know, the one you couldn't
recall for Sgt Blaketon the other day.
The one that came
with the lucky charm.
You must have been
crossed with a lurcher.
You never give up, do you?
Hey, you flogged it through
this local paper. Look.
"For sale, 1937 Austin 10, one elderly
lady owner, in perfect condition."
Nothing unusual about that.
I sold lots of cars through adverts.
Well, that's not what the
newspaper office say.
Austin 10?
Not the Austin you offered me about
three years ago, was it, Claude?
Shut up.
Was it, Claude?
Arthur had just died and
Netty had need of the cash.
Right, well, I've got
a business to run.
Yeah, hold up.
Oi, oi, hold up.
What do you want now?
So the car with the gold bar
came from Arthur Pickard.
I don't know what you mean.
You should have told me, Claude.
Deliberately withholding
information about a serious crime.
You'll have to come
in again, I'm afraid.
So you don't deny you sold
the car for Mrs. Pickard?
Well, it weren't for my benefit.
I was just doing Netty a favour.
How did you get the gold piece?
Well, Arthur used to have
it hanging in his motor.
And you nicked it, I suppose?
Now, you suppose wrong, don't you,
cause I didn't know what it was.
I mean, Netty just gave me
it as a present, you know,
to bring me luck, which it doesn't.
Why didn't you tell us?
Well, when you said it were
gold and had been nicked,
I didn't want to get
Netty into bother.
How very noble of you.
Ah well. Arthur had
been a good mate to me.
He used to help me
out when I was skint.
You an' all?
Did Netty know it was gold?
How do I know? Cause I didn't.
I wouldn't have thought so.
Arthur never used to
tell her owt about nowt.
Come on, son.
Well, you'd better find out what
else Arthur's left lying around
and just what Mrs. Pickard
knows about it.
And who else is on the same track.
How do you mean?
Well, by the state of that place,
someone knew what they were doing.
I'd say it was a search, sarge.
- Hello, Netty.
- Oh, hello.
Mrs. Pickard. Sorry, we just
wanted to ask you something.
Do you recognise this?
Oh, that's Arthur's lucky piece.
Carried it about in his car.
You got it from Claude, I expect.
Yeah.
I gave it to him.
Well, I thought he could
do with a bit of good luck.
Did you know it was gold?
Not until Claude told
me a few days back.
It was stolen gold, Mrs. Pickard.
It's part of a large quantity that
went missing seven years ago.
You knew where your husband
might have got it from, Netty?
I'm afraid I have no idea.
Did your husband ever tell you
about the things he found
with his metal detector?
Oh no, it would have spoiled
his luck to talk of it.
Why is that?
Well Arthur used to say
that good luck goes the moment
you make mention of it.
He was funny like that.
Well, we've reason to believe
that he knew it was stolen.
Well, Arthur wouldn't harm anyone.
He wanted to make people happy.
A lot of people got money
from your husband, Netty.
Have you any idea where that
money might have come from?
No, but if he had more money than
our needs, it's how he'd have use it.
Right. Well, let's just say
that he did find that gold.
What d'you think he
would have done with it?
He'd have shared it.
What, given it away?
Oh no. To keep his luck strong.
I mean, you can't help people
unless you're lucky, can you?
How do you mean?
Well he thought you ought to give
back what you get in the way of luck.
Excuse me, I think
they are ready for her.
What's that on your
chain, Mrs. Pickard?
Oh, it's a good luck
token Arthur gave me
when we moved in
to Hollywell cottage.
It's very pretty.
Where did he get it from?
Oh, it's made specially by Stanton's.
And who is it?
It's Lady Fortuna.
She's the patron of the wishing
well at the back of our garden.
Sarge! We've struck gold.
So have we, Rowan.
Arthur Pickard's bank statement
shows that £15,000 was deposited
just two weeks after the bullion raid.
Yes, some people are born lucky.
Arthur believe you have to buy it.
You said you'd struck gold.
This is Lady Fortuna.
She's the patron saint of the old
wishing well in Pickard's garden.
He felt he had to share it with her.
It's in the well?
I'd lay odds on it, sarge.
See what he kept back, he flogged.
Used the money to play
Robin Hood in Aidensfield.
Is Alf still at the cottage?
No, he's on his way
back with Pickard's record.
We'd best get out there, sarge.
Right Bellamy. Radio Ventress and
tell him to meet us back there.
You feeling all right?
Might be coming down with a cold.
Oh yes, hot and sticky.
Exactly how I like my blokes.
Don't make me laugh.
Fun is essential to
my bedside manner.
You should have been a doctor.
Oo, no chance.
When it was an option,
I was addicted to enjoying life,
not saving it.
And now?
Oh well. Lucky in life,
absolute disaster in love.
Say cheese!
Thank you.
Told you I bruised easily.
And in Technicolor.
You're not responding to
those iron injections, Kate.
Well, anaemia can drag on.
Persistent anaemia needs treating.
You give me a blood sample
and I'll do the rest for you.
Can't we wait till
after I've delivered?
What's wrong with now?
Tests, I've done all that.
Kate, I'm not telling you anything
you don't know already.
No, just what I don't want to hear.
Okay. If you insist.
You give me a blood sample,
I'll drop it off at the hospital.
No need. I'll leave it at the lab.
- Psst.
- Ventress!
He's in there.
BELL
Ventress!
You shouldn't be let out!
How did I know
there was a bell on it?
Come on, Alf.
Who is it?
Councillor Stanton.
As I live and breathe.
Come on, up you get.
You've got a lot of explaining
to do, Councillor Stanton.
He lied when we first showed
him that gold, sarge.
He recognised the figure.
I found out today he'd
made one for Netty Pickard.
So it was you who bought
the gold off Pickard.
I did it as a favour.
Look, I'm a respectable
businessman.
You were his fence.
It was only the once.
He said it was all he had.
Until that piece we
showed you turned up.
You recognised the
figure on it, didn't you?
Well, yes, I did.
And it was easy for you to
check out where it came from.
And how much gold was on offer.
He visited Netty in hospital, sarge.
He wormed it out of her,
I'd expect, sarge.
But he didn't know about
the wishing well at first.
Took the place apart
looking for the gold.
And made out that the village
kids were responsible.
Look. We're all
professional men here.
I'm sure we can come
to some arrangement
that would be
satisfactory to all of us.
I won't express a personal
opinion on your conduct.
It wouldn't be professional.
Greed, hypocrisy, theft.
A canker in the body
of the Parish Council.
Ventress
lock him up.
I've got a nice comfortable
cell ready for you, sir.
How much longer are you
going to be, Mr. Rowan?
Not long now, Netty.
We're almost finished.
Well, they've scoured every inch
of the premises and beyond.
How much is still missing?
Four ingots.
Oh, Stanton said he only
bought two ingots off Pickard.
That's strange.
Still, the insurance aren't complaining,
so case almost closed.
Isn't there a reward, sarge?
I've no idea, Rowan.
Well, the only potential
claimant is Mrs. Pickard
and we can hardly reward the
wife of a thief now, can we?
Sorry, Arthur, I have to take
our nest egg for a walk.
But then you always did say,
"What you give, you get back".
"Don't you, old girl?"
Five, four
Three, two, one
5-4-3-2-1
5-4-3-2-1 ♪
We're getting too old for this.
You might be!
5-4-3-2-1 ♪
Nick!
Can I have a word?
I wanted to have a word with you
about the newspaper report
you know, about
the gold being found.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Yeah. Well, really, I wanted to see
about the reward, you know,
for information leading
to its recovery.
What about it?
Well, I mean, it can't
go to Netty, can it,
so, I mean, I'm gonna
be next in line.
Because it were my bit of gold from
Arthur that put you on the trail.
You were right, Claude,
and you deserve it.
That's what I thought.
But the trouble is, the newspaper
report got it wrong.
The reward was withdrawn
five years ago.
You're joking.
That's diabolical! I'm going to see
somebody about this, you know.
Who?
I don't know. I've not
made me mind up yet.
But I tell you something.
I'll make them understand they can't
mess about with an old-age pensioner!
Let's go home, love.
Yeah, alright. Maggie, keep an
eye on things for me, will you?
And who keeps an eye on me?
See you tomorrow, Maggie.
You bet.
5-4-3-2-1
5-4-3-2-1
5-4-3-2-1
5-4-3-2-1 ♪
I bet the baby comes tomorrow.
You haven't paid me for the bet
you lost yesterday, let alone today.
You are so tight-fisted, Nick Rowan!
Double or quits?
You're on.
- All right?
- Yup.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪