Heartbeat (1992) s05e05 Episode Script

1
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
It's right, then.
What?
What is it?
Well, look at it!
It says the house
is going to be sold.
No. No, it can't be!
Mr. Mellor promised me.
He said when Auntie Mattie died,
that he would rent it to me.
He's selling it,
that's what t'sign says.
He promised he would rent it to me!
So me and you could get wed.
Oh, Eddie.
Frank Mellor's been laughing at you.
If we've nowhere to live,
we can't get wed.
Brenda!
You're so useless, Eddie!
You can't read, you can't
earn a living hardly.
You can't do anything!
I'm going home.
Home?! That's a laugh.
Brenda, hang on!
Forget it, Eddie.
I'm telling you! A bunch of
flowers he's got under his coat.
Got much on, Bellamy?
Uh, well, I wouldn't
I thought not. Lapwing Lane.
What are we doing about it?
- Sarge?
- Peeping Tom. Alleged.
Right. It's a fine night,
so get yourself down there,
keep your eyes peeled.
Lapwing Lane?
That's Nick's patch.
That's other things being equal,
which they're not.
So wait till it's dark, about
9:00 say, and give it a go.
How long?
Until you're relieved.
Or until you catch someone.
Peeping Tom. I bet it's him.
They don't take flowers with them.
That's in my experience.
Hey!
I want a word with thee!
DOOR
- Hello, Mum.
- Hello.
Is Katie all right?
Course she is.
Give over worrying about her.
She's a healthy kid.
Oh, it's a nice smell.
What's cooking?
Not a lot for you, dearie.
What do you mean?
Got a friend dropping
by for a bite to eat.
I thought you didn't like
the people around here.
Oh, you know me.
I can make friends with anybody,
given half the chance.
Go on, get yourself out.
Go to the pub or something!
Now, then, Frank.
You're getting a round then?
I'm not in a round.
Well, now's a good time
to start one, ain't it?
Go on, get 'em in.
You've got plenty!
Aye, and I'd have a
sight more and all
I want a word with you, Mr. Mellor.
We've nowt to talk about.
Moor Fold Cottage.
You said I could have it.
Well, it's my property.
I'll do what I want with it.
Rent it to me, you said.
Auntie Mattie were gone,
for me and Brenda!
See, 40 year your Auntie
Mattie had that house.
Ten bob a week,
it's falling to rack and ruin.
It wants money spending on it.
I've got to sell it.
You promised me!
And I have to work
with you for nowt.
Hey, stop that, Eddie, lad!
Behave yourself.
Come on, have a drink lad. Come on.
It's not like you to be awkward.
They must lock him away!
He's an animal.
I am not!
Eddie, Eddie!
Behave yourself. It's not worth it.
He shouldn't be let out.
Them cows he sees to have
more sense than he has.
Stop that talk, Mr. Mellor!
What have you been
doing to get him like this?
What's going on?
Just get your hand
cuffs on this lunatic.
He tried to kill me.
And I've got witnesses.
That right?
A drop of ale got spilt, that's all.
It were all summat and nowt.
You lying beggars!
Lock him up!
The man's a looney.
All right, Mr. Mellor.
Eddie, hey, come on.
It's time you went home.
'Ey! I'm not havin' this!
I'll take this further!
It were him, you know.
He tricked me.
Well, this time it's a warning.
Any more trouble,
I'll have to charge you.
He said I could have that house.
Go on, get yourself off home.
And if a drink makes you feel
like a fight, then stay out the pub.
I ain't even had a drink.
Well, I could tell you were a
good sort soon as I saw you.
Nick says the same.
Says you've got a kind heart underneath.
Well, he's very lucky to have you here.
Seeing to the baby for him.
How's Mr. Rowan
managing without you?
Oh you mean Nick's dad?
I lost him in the war.
Merchant Navy.
Oh, I see. I'm sorry.
Nick can barely remember his dad.
You brought him up on
your own then, did you?
Well, there was always
plenty of family about,
and I'm never weren't
short of offers.
But while Nick was a young lad
I always said no.
DOOR
Hello, sarge.
Hello, Rowan. Anything to report?
No, nothing much.
A bit of trouble at
the Aidensfield Arms.
Greengrass involved, I suppose?
No. He was keeping the peace
as far as I can make out.
Huh. Wonders'll never cease.
Well, sarge?
Well
Well what?
What's happening?
What?
Sergeant hasn't come
here to give you orders.
He's come here to have a bite to eat.
With me.
Off you go, now.
Er, it's not the three of us, then?
Oh, no!
Oh.
Uh, well, uh, tell you what, Rowan.
You could nip down Lapwing Lane.
Bellamy's there, due to finish.
You could buy him a pint.
Right.
Well, I'll be off, then.
Make yourself comfortable, sergeant.
I'll be dishing it out in
about five minutes.
THEME FROM
THE EDGAR WALLACE MYSTERIES
Oh, it's you!
I thought you was Tom the peeper!
Any sign?
There's one or two
women round here
you want tell 'em to draw
their curtains though!
Apart from that, anything?
Three cats. One courting couple.
Hey! Somebody we
know's courting as well.
Who's that?
The sarge. Yeah!
Went round to see her tonight,
took some flowers.
Poor cow.
She must be really 'ard up.
CHEERY JAZZ MUSIC
I like a chap who can eat.
Sign he's got a good appetite.
Mm. You, er
You didn't tell Nick I was
coming in for a meal then?
Oh, no!
He has his friends, I have mine.
Ah.
Mind you, when he was a kiddie
he could be ever so
jealous of his mummy.
Oh, he could be a little tinker!
I remember one time I
brought a friend home.
"Don't be shy", I said to him.
"Uncle Herbert won't bite you."
And then Nick went
and bit Uncle Herbert!
For a Northerner, you know,
he's not so bad, old stick, is Oscar.
'Oscar', eh?
You should be grateful!
If I'm nice to him,
he'll be nice to you.
Mum, the police force
doesn't work that way.
Don't kid yourself!
Everything works that way.
What about that sweetshop
man during the war?
You were the only kid in the
street who had aniseed balls.
Now, then, Frank.
Lovely day for an auction.
What are you doing here?
You'll not be bidding.
It's what they call
a watching brief.
Just to make sure us property owners
don't have to adjust our portfolios.
You always were a nosy beggar.
Sounds like me.
How's the baby?
She's fine.
Hello, Katie.
You know Eddie King, don't you?
You heard of him being violent?
Eddie? No, not him.
He's a tough wild most of his life,
but he won't hurt a fly.
He tried to fight some
bloke in the pub last night.
Who?
Frank Mellor.
I know Mellor.
Tight with his money.
Fact is Eddie's girlfriend does
a bit of cleaning for him.
Got a girlfriend, has he?
Oh don't sound so surprised!
He's human you know.
Just like the rest of us.
What's the point us
going in there, Eddie?
Oh, we can go and
see what happens, like.
I mean I mean maybe
nobody'll want to buy it.
Then we can rent it off Mellor.
Them's birds up there, Eddie.
I don't see no pigs.
What do you reckon it'll fetch?
A tidy price.
About 500 quid?
And the rest.
Yeah, well, 500 quid
will be top whack.
Eh! See your friend's arrived.
He'd better behave himself.
He'll be alright.
He's got his girlfriend wi' him.
(She could do a lot
better for herself.)
What, in Aidensfield?
I tell you summat, I don't know
half the people in here today.
Incomers.
They'd like to be.
City folk.
They're here because they're
thinking about buying.
You're jokin'! Who'd want
to come and live 'ere?
Right, good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.
We're here today to offer for sale
by auction Moor Fold Cottage.
A fine country property, with
approximately 1½ acres of land
plus outbuildings, freehold.
Requiring some degree of
modernisation and refurbishment,
but with great potential.
So, ladies and gentlemen,
who'll start me?
Can I hear £600?
You can, you're on your own.
PHONE
Ashfordly police station.
Oh, hello, Mrs. Rowan!
Sergeant Blaketon?
Yes, he's in his office.
Pardon?
Oh, right. Yes.
He left his gloves
behind last night?
Oh, yes. I'll tell him.
What's up?
By 'eck!
£1900.
2,000.
2,000 I am bid. I have £2,000.
2,000? They've all gone barmy!
Was that a bid, sir?
You, sir, the large gentlemen
with the sartorial neckerchief.
I thought you winked.
Winked? Me?
Yes, sir. But, are you bidding?
No.
Then please keep quiet, sir.
It's at £2,000.
I've had a complaint
from Mr. Mellor.
He rang up first thing this
morning and plain steamed.
Now, this trouble in
the Aidensfield Arms.
He claims he was put in
fear of his bodily safety
and you did nowt about it.
Well, no-one would
back him up, sarge.
It's his word against the
other lad, Eddie King.
Who Mr. Mellor describes
as the village idiot.
Well, he's not exactly that, sarge.
I've had a word with him.
He seems harmless enough.
So far.
Can I say two-eight?
2,800.
I have two-eight, £2,800.
Can I say two-nine?
If you've all done,
ladies and gentlemen,
it's at £2,800.
It's going once.
Twice.
Sold! To
Martin Shepherd.
Sold to Mr. Shepherd.
What did I tell you?
It don't belong to thee!
By rights that house is mine.
It's for me and Brenda!
Stop it!
You'll not have it.
I tell thee, it's mine!
Come away, Eddie!
Now then you,
that's enough of that.
Just clear off!
He wants locking away,
that fellow. He's dangerous.
He'll kill someone afore he's done.
PLAINTIVE BLUES GUITAR
I'm not living in a hayloft
over a cowshed, Eddie.
I love you, Brenda.
We can't move in here because
we've moved out already.
You said we'd get married.
Yeah. And you said we'd
have a house to live in!
It's useless talking Eddie.
I'm going to bed.
Good night!
RATTLE OF CAN
Now, what I mean is George,
if they're prepared to pay nearly
£3,000 for Mellor's cottage.
what must my estate be worth?
'Estate'? That little land you've got?
You can't call that an estate.
That land of mine marches
with Lord Ashfordly's.
'Marches with'? A few acres of
moor top, most of that bog?
It's not land people want,
it houses to live in.
That's right.
Cottage in the country,
that's what they're after.
Well, there's buildings on my land,
I'll make beautiful cottages
with a bit of imagination.
Anyway, I got that
auctioneer bloke coming
to give me a valuation
before I sell it.
Ah well, them renting days
have gone around here.
Ah, I donno.
I feel sorry for Eddie.
He really loves Brenda
Booth, you know.
Love?! He's well out of it.
What a waste of money.
He had to pay for two instead of one.
Give us a Scotch.
Woof!
You better give me a
packet of crisps for Alfred.
Why, you were paying for two, Claude.
I'd call that love.
Ah, I know.
Well, with him and me, it's not
just infatuation, you know.
It's the real thing, ain't it, son?
Woof!
If you don't like the
window open, Jessie,
stick yer 'ead under
the bed covers.
There's somebody out there!
Eddie? Is that you?
Go on home!
I'm not coming out.
Well, we can't just
sit here all night.
Doing nothing.
Oh, aye. Yes.
You'll be wanting to get to bed.
(IRRITABLE SIGH)
I've enjoyed tonight.
Oh! There's a lovely
moon tonight, Oscar.
Oh, aye. I can't see it meself.
What? Is something
wrong with your eyesight?
Oh, no, no! I can see the moon.
What I meant was, you know,
all this talk about the Yanks
gonna put a man on the moon.
Or the Russians.
I just can't see it myself.
Oh, dear!
Oh, I think I've got
something in my eye.
Would you have a look?
Well uh, I'd not be
able to see it out here.
You best get under
a light in the house.
No
it'll never happen.
Not in this world.
What do you?
Ruby?
Ruby!
Well, it was a grand night!
If they put a man up there
I'll eat my cap.
If it was down to him
they wouldn't get on the moon.
That's a fact.
Eh?
Your friend, Oscar!
He's not my friend, mum.
He's my sergeant.
In fact, if it was down to him
the human race would
have died out long since!
DOOR SLAMMING
So the wife says to me,
well, she says,
"Our house must be worth 2,000!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, right.
"2,000?" I say?
"Three-and-a-half, easy."
Look, give it a flaming rest!
I don't give a monkey's eye
what your house is worth.
Oh, that's just because
you haven't got your foot on
the rung of the housing ladder.
Wait till you have.
Hello, Nick.
Then me mother caught his eye
They married on the sly
And now I have to call him father ♪
Have I miss something?
I believe that Blaketon took
your mum out last night.
Yeah, alright, can we talk
about something else?
But not the state of
the housing market.
That's the trouble
with you young lads.
You've no conversation.
Our friend the Peeping Tom was at
it last night in Lapwing Lane again.
Somebody spotted him, sarge?
A local woman heard him.
She also heard Brenda
Booth of No. 16 shouting,
"Oh, go home, Eddie".
Eddie King?
Aye, I reckon.
He's your local nutcase, right?
I wouldn't go that far, Alf.
Because if it was a mental job
I spotted something last night.
What's that, Ventress?
There was a full moon.
My word, Ventress,
you don't miss much, do you?
We'll have to let Scotland
Yard know about you.
FATS DOMINO:
"Blueberry Hill"
Hello, Mr. Anderson.
Is this the property?
Wha'? Oh, no, no!
I'll show you. It's over the top.
Can we take the car?
It's nowt but a cock's stride.
In any case, it'll be a bit tricky
cause it wants a track put it in.
Oh well, that wouldn't
necessarily tell against it.
I might have just what we're after.
Come on, son. Go on!
What did you do last night, Eddie?
I did me milking, put the cows out.
Oh, yeah. Then I had me tea.
After that?
Nowt much, really.
You down at Lapwing Lane?
Brenda lives down there.
A man was seen hangin' about.
Peepin' at women.
Oh, yeah?
Well, it weren't me peeping.
You were there?
To see Brenda.
She's the only woman
I'm after. Brenda.
She's the only one that I want.
"Blueberry Hill"
Right, Mr. Anderson.
What do you think?
What am I supposed
to be looking at?
The cottages.
Those?!
Oh, I know they
need tarting up a bit.
But I mean, look at that view!
You drag me up this
howling wilderness
to show me a pair of
derelict sheep pens?
Sheep pens?! Human habitation!
Not for the sort of humans
I deal with, Mr. Greengrass.
Good day to you.
And don't contact my office again.
Ever!
I know your game.
You try to up the commission.
You've got no chance!
This is the best location,
practically speaking.
It's not our land.
We'll find out who owns it.
Make him an offer.
Now, then. Can I help you?
Hello.
Hello there. You are them
incomers, aren't you?
Martin Shepherd.
And my wife, Sue.
How do you do?
Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.
You know what they say. Greengrass
by name, Greengrass by nature.
- Do they?
- No, not really.
Do you happen to know who owns this
piece of land at the back of our house?
Ah, you're talking to him.
Oh, so you're our neighbour,
Mr. Greengrass! That's wonderful.
Ah, must be.
What makes you say that?
Well uh, there's no proper
sanitation in the house.
It's just the old privy outside.
That's what it's like up here,
you know. More hygienic.
We'd like to put modern plumbing in.
Run a drain to a septic tank.
It would have to fall
away to about here.
So, you see, uh
we'd like to buy a little piece
of your land or rent the use of it.
Would you?
Er what are you,
like a businessman?
No, I'm a lecturer
at the university.
Really.
Well, I'll be absolutely honest.
I'm not that keen on sort
of selling it, you know.
But, I mean, that's if
the price were right
Eddie don't go peepin' at nobody.
Are you sure?
Course I am!
I'm the only one who he fancies.
Are you getting married?
If he got us a place to live.
But he's useless, he is.
Now, can I get on?
I've got Mr. Mellor's house to fettle.
Yeah, all right. I'll see you.
What did he want?
Questions. About Eddie.
Eddie's no good to you, Brenda.
I've told you till I'm sick!
£1,000?
For a few square yards of land?
It does seem a little steep,
Mr. Greengrass.
Aye, well, as I told you, you know
I'm not honestly that bothered
about getting rid of it, you know.
It's nostalgic, really.
I mean that land's been
in the Greengrass family
for hundreds of years.
All the same, £1,000!
Well, we've spent all our
savings buying the cottage.
Well, I mean the people
who lived here before
didn't mind going outside
to go to the toilet, did they?
Luxury don't come cheap, does it!
Cheers.
Well, he admits he was in
Lapwing Lane last night!
Only to see his girl.
And his girl's giving
him his marching orders
cos he can't provide
a home for her.
Oh, he could say anything.
Well, he's not playing
with a full deck, is he.
There's no real evidence, sarge.
All right Rowan,
let's leave it like that for now.
I just hope you're right.
Well, you best get off home.
Right. Night, sarge.
- Right.
- Night, then.
See you, Nick.
Sarge?
If you ask me
Nick's lost Kate.
This bloke Eddie's
lost his girlfriend
So?
So he sympathises with him.
He's not seeing things straight.
Well, if he's not seeing
things straight, Bellamy,
he's not the man to keep watch
on Lapwing Lane, now, is he?
So I'll leave that to you tonight.
Did you cut some kindling?
Yes. I've put it in the shed
with the rest of the wood.
Uh, have a word with that builder
about the roof if you see him.
- Alright.
- I'll be back on Friday.
- Alright.
- You'll be alright?
Of course. Bye-bye.
Drive carefully!
I will.
You've got to admit,
there's not a lot of
action in the country.
Compared to London, it's so slow!
It's good for you, Mum.
And as for the men, you'd not
employ them to carry hot dinners.
By the way, your uncle
Ted was asking about you.
Uncle Ted?
Ted Bennett.
The bookie.
He said to me,
"So, Nick's still up there
in the back of beyond?"
"Smart lad like him?
It's a criminal waste."
Yeah, well, he's a good
judge of what's criminal.
That's not nice!
Anyway, got "not guilty", didn't he?
He was quite upset you know,
when you went in the police.
I'm not surprised.
When you were little,
he used to give you bets to work out.
You had a real sharp brain,
he'd used to say.
And now look at you,
stuck out here, where
it's all fields and ferrets.
I like it here, Mum.
Kate loved it.
Oh, Nicky
You know, in London there'd be more
people to help you look after Katie.
Oh, your aunties!
I don't live in London, mum.
I live here.
But if you stay here,
what'll you end up as, eh?
Sergeant, maybe, when you're 40.
If you were back in the Met,
least you'd have a career.
Get Oscar Blaketon to
help you get a transfer.
Oh no, he wouldn't.
He would if I asked him nicely.
Mum, leave off.
I'll run me life me own way.
Ah! And you'll run
Katie's too, will you?
Well, she won't thank you
for it when she's a teenager.
This is a good place
for her to grow up.
I've told you we like it here.
Ah, but do they like you?
I've heard 'em talking
about incomers.
That's what you'll always be.
CLINK
(SCREAMS)
SMASH
The man who threatened
us at the auction.
Oh, Eddie King.
I heard about that.
Really?
Oh, I thought it was just talk.
He was standing outside the
cottage, about an hour ago.
Just staring at the house.
Oh, sorry. Nearly done now.
A few minor cuts, that's all.
Now, Mrs. Shepherd saw Eddie King
hanging around outside earlier.
Right. Phil's on his way
to you in the patrol car.
Is he there?
The sarge? No, he's not here.
I think he's on his way
to your house again.
Do you know something?
I can really talk to you, Ruby.
And that's important, is that.
I appreciate it.
Yes. It is important, being able
to talk to each other, as well
How d'you mean, as well?
I mean, there's more
to life than just talking.
Sometimes you want action!
Well, we get our fair share
of that in the police force.
My word, we do!
You were made, you were made
you were made for me ♪
- Come on, Eddie.
- I've not done nowt!
Don't give us a hard time.
Where, where are you taking me?
Down the station.
Oh no, I don't want
to go down there.
Look, come on, sunshine.
Come on, Eddie.
ROMANTIC MUSIC
That's a wonderful sunset, Oscar.
Oh, aye.
It makes you feel all
carried away and
passionate.
It's volcanic dust, you know.
Dust in the atmosphere causes it.
PHONE RINGS
Hello?
Yes, he's here.
You're wanted.
Oh, right.
Blaketon.
Oh. Oh, I see.
Well, I'll be there.
Let him stew for a bit.
Ruby, I have to go.
Bit of excitement at the station.
Really? Excitement?
What? A bulb gone or something?
I never done nothing!
You were at Moor Fold Cottage
this evening. You were seen.
Only looking.
That's all I were doing.
Only looking.
But you admit you were there
at Mrs. Shepherd house.
It ain't her house!
It were Auntie Mattie's house
and it were promised to me.
And that's why you threw
stones through the windows.
- Now come on Eddie, admit it!
- Never threw no stones.
Just looking.
That's all I were doing.
We're just running
round in circles here.
Bellamy, lock him up!
Let's see if a night in the cell will
make him a bit more cooperative.
You can't lock me up.
What about me cows?
I've got me cows to
milk in the morning!
Mrs. Shepherd could have been
seriously injured tonight.
If you'd brought that lad in earlier
this wouldn't have happened!
The police have got hold
your friend, Eddie King.
What for?
Flinging stones through
'em incomers' windows.
Oh, no!
They've locked him up.
Not before time neither.
Poor Eddie!
Brenda?
Sooner you get that lad out
of your head, the better.
He was only trying
to get a home for me.
Well, I tell you what.
There's a home for you here!
You can live in.
Be my housekeeper?
Now that's a fair offer, innit?
What's all this about
Eddie King been arrested?
He threw a couple of stones
through the Shepherds' windows.
When was this?
Yesterday evening, about 6.30 pm.
You're talking about Eddie?
He didn't do anything.
He's in the pub right past 6 last night.
Gina, I know you've
got a soft spot for him.
No, it's right.
Eddie came in at 6.15.
I noticed the time because
it's unusual for him.
Yeah, usually comes in late on,
but last night he came in just after
opening and stayed a good hour past.
It's your own fault, lad.
You should've told us you
were in the pub and what time.
He hasn't got a watch,
Mr. Blaketon.
I don't think he even can
tell the time, can you Eddie?
I know when my cows need milkin'.
Who'll see to them this morning,
that's what I wanna know.
Bellamy, take him back to
Grange Farm in the patrol car.
You'd better tell his
boss where he's been.
Alright, you two. We need signed
statements from you both.
Ventress, deal with them.
Look, Alf, last night Eddie was
in my bar. I'll swear to that.
And there's half a dozen more
people'll tell you the same.
So he's still out there then.
This bloke who flung the stones.
You let him go?
You barmy beggars!
He's got a cast-iron alibi.
Police around here
couldn't catch a cold!
Eddie was in the pub when Mrs.
Shepherd's windows were smashed.
Give over! He's never
in that pub early doors.
Well, he was last night.
Brenda! I just thought I let you
know that Eddie's in the clear.
You needn't have bothered.
Any rod, I know all along
Eddie won't do a thing like that.
Don't be stupid, woman!
The man's a thug.
He's subhuman.
No, he's not! Don't you
say that, Frank Mellor.
And don't you call me stupid!
Oh, she's put on over a
pound in the past fortnight.
Well, don't sound so surprised.
I made sure she gets fed properly.
I'm sure you do, Mrs. Rowan.
You're going to be big
and beautiful, aren't you?
Huh, a lot of good
that'll do around here.
The men are useless,
if you asked me!
Thanks, Mum.
Little Katie's doing fine,
all credit to your mum.
Yeah, not a bad old stick, my mum.
Oh, less of the old stick, you.
Maggie, how well do
you know Brenda Booth?
Quite well. Why?
Well, has she got enough of a temper
to smash the Shepherds' windows?
I don't know.
Which means she could have.
I'm looking forward to having
a word with Mr. Greengrass.
He labours under the delusion that you
and I are a couple of educated idiots?
Oh, excuse me!
Aren't you Brenda Booth?
I heard you do some cleaning
and I was wondering if
you could do a little for us?
My name's Sue Shepherd and this is
I know who you are.
You got the house me and
Eddie were going to live in.
I won't do no cleaning for you,
thank you very much.
Lady Muck!
Oh, well
I wonder if it was such a good
idea buying a weekend cottage.
I think it was a brilliant idea.
- Still?
- Still!
You get yourself on that train, girl.
He'll be glad to see you.
So will I, come to that.
Goodness knows what they did up
here before telly was invented.
Okay, dear. I'll see you later.
That's Kate's Aunt Eileen.
She's coming to visit.
Oh, it's fine by me.
That's what I told her.
The more the merrier, I said.
She was talking about next week, but
I said there's no time like the present.
So, she'll be here this evening.
You'll be sleeping
on the camp bed.
I don't mind.
Well, you should mind!
Oh, Nicky.
I wish I could persuade you
to come back home with me.
You know, I'd like to
go lower than £1000,
but I mean, it just
wouldn't be fair.
Fair to whom?
'Whom'?
By gum, it must be
marvellous to be educated.
You know, it won't
be fair to the, like,
generations of
Greengrasses, you know,
who have farmed it and tended
it and lived to die on it.
- Mr. Greengrass?
- Yes, love.
I've spent the best
part of this week
searching through various
deeds and documents,
some of them at the Land Registry.
And this land that
you claim you own
I don't claim to own it.
I do own it.
I bought it fair and square
from Jack Meadows in 1955.
What happened to the
"generations of Greengrasses"?
It's extremely doubtful this Mr. Meadows
is in any position to sell you the land.
Ah, well
Well, the more likely that
in fact, the land at the time
belonged to the
commons of Aidensfield.
Now, look. Listen
You listen, Mr. Greengrass.
To settle this matter one way or another
could prove very costly indeed.
Lawyers don't come cheap.
We don't have to muck
about with lawyers.
At the end of vast expense,
the land could be yours
or it could be anybody's.
Mush! Go on!
RINGS
Aidensfield police.
Alright, alright,
calm down, Mr. Mellor.
I'll be right with you.
I'm just sat here
having a bite to eat.
I looked up there, it's
Eddie King in the window
shaking his fist at me.
Next thing, bash!
The window's in.
That's the stone he flung, you see.
What can't speak can't lie.
I could have been killed!
Look, I don't think
he can help himself.
The man wants putting
away somewhere.
Where they'll look after him.
You're going to pick him up?
All in good time, Mr. Mellor.
It really is mine and I
bought it off Jack Meadows!
The thieving swine.
Well, I'm more than willing to believe
it's your land, Mr. Greengrass.
Are you? That's very kind of you.
Indeed I am. So is my husband.
Am I?
I've drawn up an
agreement in which
you, as owner of
the land in question
Yeah
grant us the right to lay a
pipe and build a septic tank
for a term of 99 years
at a fee payable to you,
of one pound a year.
A pound?! Have you been
let out of somewhere?
Our only other course is
to ask the courts to rule
on the true ownership of the land.
Ah, now. 'Ang on.
Mr. Greengrass. This agreement
would be very useful to you.
It would show that you are accepted
as the rightful owner of the land
by your nearest neighbours.
I know, but a pound?
It's not much, is it!
Well, I'd like to up
the price, but uh
it wouldn't be fair.
She's an 'ard woman, your missus.
No, I assure you,
she's just a simple city dweller.
Standing about here.
Well, I've told you what happened.
You want to go and catch him.
Eddie's not going
anywhere, Mr. Mellor.
What's that?
One of the stones used to
smash the Shepherds' windows.
Almost identical, wouldn't you say?
Aye. Looks to be.
Well, this is where they came from.
Aye, he picked it up and
threw it at my window!
The one used at the Shepherds'
place came from here as well.
Makes it a premeditated job.
Well, it does seemed a
bit odd though, isn't it?
Picking up stones from here.
Taking it all the way up
to the Shepherd's place.
Well, of course it's odd.
The man's barmy!
He's mad as a hatter.
Yeah, but Eddie didn't do it,
though. He's got an alibi.
Ah, it's his pals.
They're lying!
They'd say anything.
They don't like me.
Whoever did do it, used
stones from your garden.
What are you getting at?
There's one way to find
out who that person was.
Fingerprints.
You'll not find any!
I can still feel Kate.
The house is full of her.
How's Nick coping?
Bottling it all up.
Keeping it all in here.
But that's what they do up here.
See all, hear all and say nowt.
Well, everyone deals with
loss the best way they can.
Well, it's not my way.
Did you have a good journey?
Fine, thanks.
Ah, it's good to be here!
Now, you knew what time
those windows were smashed.
You said Eddie never went
to the pub early doors,
but you didn't bargain on
him having an alibi, did you?
She wouldn't come to me.
I told her I could
make a home for her.
Brenda?
I've a tidy bit of money.
Good house. But she'd sooner
Sooner have that animal than me.
So you tried to get him out the way.
I thought that if he was
put where he ought to be
she might have me.
You know what it's like, lad!
You know what it is
to want a woman!
I'll tell him.
Well, he admits the lot.
Even Lapwing Lane.
Dirty old devil.
Trying to get an
innocent man put away.
Well, I suppose he was lonely,
longing for a woman in his life.
A decent man, Rowan,
keeps his longings under control.
Oh! Your mother's been
on the phone, Nick.
Kate's Aunt has just arrived.
To know, know, know him
Is to love, love love him
Eddie?
Just to see him smile
Makes my life worthwhile
To know, know, know him
Is to love, love, love him ♪
There's a job going at Lord
Ashfordly's, I've just heard.
I've got a job here.
But there's a cottage
goes with this one.
I'll go up there tonight.
There's only one thing.
What?
It's pigs, not cows.
It's still a cottage
though, ain't it!
That's what I thought.
Hello, Nick.
Your baby's beautiful.
Yeah, isn't she?
Hello, Eileen. Good journey?
Fine.
Mum, what are you doing?
I'm going back to London.
How long've you
been planning this?
I haven't.
Only came into me head
when Eileen phoned up,
said she'd like to come and visit.
You're not going on
account of me, I hope?
No, I'm going on account of me.
I can't stay here forever, Nicky,
looking after you and Katie.
And now you've got Eileen.
I got to sort me own life out here.
Do you understand?
I thought you liked it up here.
Well, it's a good place to be.
If you've got somebody.
But there isn't anybody here for me.
And it's the same for Nicky now,
only he can't see it.
I've got Katie.
That's not what I meant,
Nicky, and you know it.
We love having you here, mum.
And I love being with you.
But I have to be more than your
mum and Katie's grandma.
I'm not past the age, you know!
I never thought you were.
So, I'm going back to London.
And if you won't see sense
and come with me, well
Eileen's here now.
So you'll be all right.
Mum, I can't ask Eileen.
It's all right Nick, really.
I'll gladly stay for a while.
See?
Well, you'd best give
me the return half
of your train ticket
then, hadn't you?
No good in letting it get wasted.
CAR HORN
- Oh! There's my taxi.
(RUBS HANDS)
You know where I am, Nicky.
There's always room
for you and Katie.
Yeah, I know, Mum.
Well, thanks for bailing us out.
And you can tell that
old plain Oscar Blaketon
to hold a postmortem on himself.
Cause he's dead from
the neck down!
Yeah, all right, Mum.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪