Heartbeat (1992) s05e11 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? ♪
So, you were saying?
Was I?
You were about to tell me when you
two will be seeing one another again.
- No, I wasn't.
- Yes, you were.
Maggie, for the last time,
me and Jill are just good friends.
She travelled 200 miles to see you.
Girls as pretty as
Jill don't do that
just to talk about
the good old days
and what went on
behind the bike sheds.
She was up here visiting friends,
that's all.
HEAVY BREATHING
CRASHING
Now then, what's your game?
Oh no you don't, my lad!
Get off me. Get off!
Just let go, will you? Get off.
SHOUTS, BANGS AND THUDS
- Just let me go!
- Arthur?
Arthur!
Oh, oh my God.
Arthur!
I thought it was just us coppers
that were supposed to be nosy.
You're just the ones
who get paid for it.
KNOCKING
Maggie! Maggie, please
come quickly. It's Arthur.
I think he's had a heart attack.
- Can I go with him?
- Of course you can. Come on.
- Oh, Terry!
- Wasn't my fault that she saw me.
What's goin' on, Mum?
Will you get back to bed? Go on.
I left me holdall.
Oh, did you leave your name
and address as well then?
What if he's dead, Rosie?
He was having some sort
of stroke or summat.
Oh, what are you like?
You've had this checked
for prints then?
Clean as a whistle, sarge.
And nobody got a look at this
joker before he scarpered?
Only Mr. Wakefield and
he's still in a coma.
What about Mrs. Wakefield?
No, doubt it. She took a sleeping
pill before she went to sleep.
Oh, that's great.
Well, when she feels up to it,
we'll have her in.
She can look at a few mug shots.
You never know.
Oh, by the way, Rowan,
you'll be pleased to know
that I've managed to organise
you some assistance
out on your patch in the evenings.
Oh, right, sarge.
You'll know Cowley, I expect?
Comes from down your way.
Not Hector Cowley, the Special?
Well, thanks a bunch, sarge.
OMINOUS WESTERN MUSIC
What's in it?
I think it's best not to ask.
Especially if you have
done your breakfast.
But I tell you summat.
Couple of dabs of that
onto your runner beans,
they'll be able to give Derek
Ibbotson a 10-yard start.
Not only that. You enter them in the
show, I guarantee you'll win a prize.
- The flower show?
- Ah!
Well, it's not just a
flower show, you know.
I mean, it's for produce an' all.
They give prizes for biggest
cabbages, biggest carrots,
biggest runner beans, the lot!
Do they?
Oh, what about it then?
Are we on, or not?
I never really had you down as
having green fingers, Mr. Greengrass.
Oh, where do you think
those Greengrasses
got our name from in the first place?
We're in the Doomsday Book,
you know. Under 'gardeners'.
Go on, then. How much?
- Two bob.
- A shilling?
A shilling? If I patented that
I could make a fortune!
Well, then you best get on
with it, Mr. Greengrass.
Cos a shilling is all
I can spare you.
Go on, then.
For you, one and a tenner.
You're an 'ard woman, Eileen.
- Three drops, right?
- Aye. In two pints of water.
Don't forget to dilute it
otherwise they'll go raving mad.
You'll have to change
your name to Jack.
Now then, Hector. Dib, dib, dib.
You know, if I were you, lady,
I'd watch that one.
Oh, would you?
Why's that, then?
Because he's a known
villain, that's why.
Really?
Well, thanks for the tip-off.
I supposed it's Nick
you looking for, isn't it?
Hector Cowley.
He's expecting me, I think.
Oh, he didn't say.
Still, if you'd like to
leave a message?
If you'd tell just him, Special
Constable Cowley called, please.
Right.
How is he?
Still comatose.
Can he hear her?
It's impossible to say.
But hearing is the
last sense to go.
Of course, it'll be the
show in a couple of days.
You wouldn't want to
miss that, would you?
All the flowers
and the side shows.
And the children
having a good time.
You know how you always love it.
And well
If it rains
we can go and get a cup of tea.
Or perhaps something
a little bit stronger, too.
So you just go get yourself
better, Arthur, d'you hear?
Because I need you home.
I really do.
The house is
It's just
I know you always say
I boss you about.
Sometimes you need bossing.
Anyway, what proper man doesn't?
You never put anything away.
So don't you go leaving
me now, Arthur Wakefield.
Don't you dare.
What would I do without you?
BEATLES: When I'm 64
When I get older,
losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending
me a valentine
Birthday greetings,
bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till
quarter to three
Would you lock the door? ♪
Oi!
Hello, Hector. I was wondering
if there was anybody in.
You better try knocking first.
I didn't want to disturb you.
- Can we have our ball back?
- Get out of here.
- Yes. Come on, son. Come on.
- Come on, hurry up.
Yes, I just had to try, you know.
It came
- Say bye-bye to Uncle Hector.
- Go on.
Come on, that's a good boy.
And stay out.
Stay out, yes.
Was that Mr Greengrass?
- Wanted his ball back, he said.
- His ball?
Likely story.
Timely reminder though, my dear.
Of what?
We must be on our guard again.
A spot of a night turn,
with the show only days away.
Oh, that, yes.
We can always leave this for now,
if you don't feel up to it.
Oh no, I think I'd rather
get it over with, thank you.
Well, in that case,
take a look at those.
I'll go and organise a cup of tea.
Right.
RINGS
Hello?
Oh, hello, Sister.
Oh, I see.
Yes. Yes, of course I will.
Right away.
Constable Rowan, aren't we supposed
to be getting together some time soon?
We are, yeah. I've got my hands
pretty full at the moment.
So I see.
I'd like to speak to
Sergeant Blaketon, please.
Um? What about?
Traffic arrangements for
the Aidensfield Show.
Just a few thoughts
I'd like to share with him,
after observing at first hand
last year's dog's breakfast.
And you're going to
tell him that, are you?
A little constructive criticism
never goes amiss.
- I'll see if he's free.
- I'll tell him!
Traffic arrangements, Ventress?
Oh, just a few
thoughts he'd had, sarge.
To avoid, um
How was it he put it?
"A repeat of last year's
dog's breakfast."
Dog's breakfast?
There's no rush, Mrs. Wakefield.
You just take your time.
- You recognise him?
- I believe I do.
Yes. This is him, all right.
I think I know him.
I think I've seen him
round the village.
And these are?
Traffic flow charts, Sgt.
This one here you see showing
last year's arrangements.
Which I think you'll
agree with me were
A bit of a dog's breakfast?
Quite.
Whereas this one here, you see,
contains my own suggestions,
which I think you'll find can
only improve the situation.
I see.
Not of course that I'd like
you to think for one minute
that I was trying to teach
Grandma how to suck eggs.
Course not.
KNOCKING
Come in.
- Sarge, you got a minute?
- Several, I should think, Rowan.
Right, Mr. Cowley.
If you leave these with me,
I give you my word, I shall waste
no time at all in looking at them.
Right.
- Eileen, is Nick in?
- Over at Ashfordly with Mrs. Wakefield.
- Can I use your phone?
- Of course you can.
Well, well, well.
Non-stick Terry Tinniswood, eh?
Yeah, I thought
he'd retired, sarge,
after that wrongful conviction was
quashed a couple of years back.
Bad habits of a lifetime.
Maggie on the phone for you, Nick.
Sounds urgent.
Hey, Bellamy, don't go!
Got a job for you.
Start drawing up bodies
for an identity parade
for our old chum,
Terry Tinniswood.
Right, sarge.
Would you mind coming in again
and attending an identity parade?
- No, of course not.
- Thank you.
Mrs. Wakefield, the hospital's been
trying to get in touch with you.
They'd like you there straight away.
I'm so sorry, Miriam.
Poor old devil.
What was he doing having a go
anyway, with his heart condition?
He was a bit of a war hero,
apparently, sarge.
Passchendaele, the Somme.
I want Tinniswood picking up
and bringing in here NOW.
Right, sarge.
Yeah?
Is Terry in?
Why? What are you lot trying to
fit him up with this time, then?
You don't want to discuss
this in the street, do you?
Hello, Terry. We'd like a word.
What about?
- Well, not in front of the little one.
- Hey! Get.
Where were you last night
between the hours
He were with me, weren't he?
If you wouldn't mind, Rosie,
let him answer for himself.
I do mind.
But not as much as I mind you lot
coming round here chucking
your wild accusations around.
Last night, where
were you, Tinniswood?
Well, like she says, I was here.
Why d'you want to know?
Because at that time, a house
in Aidensfield was broken into.
So?
So we have a witness who
claims she saw you there.
Not me.
There was also a struggle,
in the course of which, the householder,
Arthur Wakefield collapsed.
He died two hours ago.
Look, I'm telling you he
ain't knows nowt about it!
Well, he won't mind coming
down to the station
and answering a
couple of questions.
You're at it again, aren't you?
Trying to pin summat on him
he never had nowt to do with.
It was me that got him
out of prison last time.
Oh, yeah.
Where he should never have
been in the first place
seeing he wasn't
even rotten well guilty.
Get your coat.
You!
Coming round people's houses
and dragging their husbands off!
It's deliberate harassment.
You harm a hair on his
head and I'll have you.
Call this law and order?
You'll be dying for this, Rowan!
You couldn't wait, could you?
I met a gin-soaked barroom
queen in Memphis ♪
Well, what are you
lot all staring at, then?
She tried to take me
upstairs for a ride ♪
Did you manage to get a
gander at 'em then, Claude?
No. I'm trying to pick
the right moment.
Well, better make it soon,
or the village show'll be over.
Not that it'll make much
difference, mind you.
Whatever they're like, they'll
bound to be bonnier than ours.
They always are.
You're such a flaming pessimist, you,
that's always been your trouble, Tweedy.
Even the day war broke out you said,
"Why don't we give in
before someone gets hurt?"
"March to the sound of the guns,"
that's what they told me in the Army.
- Which army were that then, Claude?
- The Land Army?
Recognise it, do you, Terry?
No.
Never seen it before
in your life, eh?
Look, I told you,
I jacked that game in.
It was no game to Arthur
Wakefield, though, was it?
In fact, one way or another, it wasn't
really your night, was it, Terry?
First you go and leave something,
and the old man ends up
with a heart attack on you.
Cracking up, are we?
That last stint inside
get to you, did it?
For summat I didn't even do, right!
Maybe you did, maybe you didn't,
but this time an old man is dead.
And they are gonna hold
you personally responsible.
So when they lock you up this time,
they're gonna throw away the key.
Look, how many more times?
It wasn't me, I tell you!
KNOCK AT DOOR
Nick?
Hello, Mrs. Wakefield.
Are you sure you feel up to it?
Of course I feel up to it.
What else have I got to
do with my life now?
THE BEATLES: Blackbird
Blackbird singing
in the dead of night
Take these broken
wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting
for this moment to arrive
Blackbird singing
in the dead of night
Take these sunken
eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting
for this moment to be free
Blackbird, fly
Blackbird fly ♪
BELL
Behave!
Alright, alright, that's enough!
Where do you think you are?
Oh, Sergeant Blaketon.
Long time no see.
Not long enough for me, Sugden.
I supposed you've got him
in the back somewhere
hanging up by his
thumbs, have you, Sgt?
Unfortunately, sent for servicing
this week, our rack.
Only before you do
anything really unwise,
like charging him with
the ALLEGED offence
can I suggest you listen to
what this lady has to say first.
Could save us all a lot of time
and paperwork, I'd say.
Right then, Eddie.
Tell us about last night.
Well, our Julie puked
up all over her bed.
And tell the sergeant what
time this would have been.
Uh, about midnight.
Oh! How come you
know that, Eddie?
- Cos I looked at t'clock.
- Oh. Ha, ha, ha!
Now, you and your sister Julie
here share a bedroom, do you?
Yeah. Yeah, we all
sleep in t'same bed.
So, when your sister was sick,
what did you do?
I wakened my mum
and my dad up.
- Oh! And where were they?
- In bed.
And you can remember
this as well, can you, Julie?
I think it were those fish paste
sandwiches me Dad got us.
Oh, more than likely.
And then what happened?
We all come downstairs.
- Go on.
- I mean, Mam went mad.
Cause it were the
only sheet she had.
Well, me Dad wrapped me in this
blanket and sat me on his knee.
And how long did he stay there
with you on his knee then?
All night, I think. Cause it was
morning when I woke up,
and I was still on his knee.
And when it was morning,
what happened?
Me Dad said I hadn't
for to go to school.
So me Mam sent a
note in with our Eddie.
Oh, and by the way, if you care to check
with the teacher concerned, Sergeant,
she will confirm that
she did receive a note
to that effect from
Mrs. Tinniswood.
So, what do you think?
So Tinniswood just
gets away with it?
Unless we can come up with something
stronger, we can't charge him.
If Miriam Wakefield can
positively identify him
It's her word against his wife's.
- It's still not that simple.
- How do you mean?
Well, three years ago he was sent
down for a crime he didn't commit.
He's been pitted up
by my predecessor.
I was the one who found out.
Bet that made you popular.
Yeah, well even if Blaketon was
prepared to take his chances in court
there's no way Division would,
without a cast-iron case.
So how's Miriam taking the news?
Well, how do you think?
Gin gan goolie, goolie,
goolie, goolie watcha
Everybody's behaving
themselves, are they?
Apart from the multiple stabbing
we've just had in the snug.
Very comical, I'm sure.
Oh, and I'll pop back later
before I go off duty.
Just about closing time.
Dib dib dib
How come Scotland Yard never
snapped up Hector Cowley?
I could be handy mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater
by the fireside
Sunday morning, go for a ride
Doing the garden
digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm 64 ♪
ALARM BELL
- Rosie!
- What?
Come here a minute, will you?
- What's her game, d'you think?
- I don't know. Let's go and ask her.
- No!
- Why not?
Well, maybe she's
gone a bit, you know
Just leave her be
for now, all right?
What do you see there,
Constable Rowan?
- Gooseberries?
- Legends.
- Am I right, Anthea?
- Usually, dear, yes.
So somebody tried
to pinch them?
Sabotage.
They're out to stop me.
Who are?
For ten years now,
Hector's gooseberries
have been getting first prize
at the Aidensfield Show.
And it does generate
quite a lot of ill-feeling
amongst the local exhibitors.
I mean, not least possibly
because Hector does
takes such obvious
pride in his triumphs.
So you reckon one of them
did it, do you, Hector?
I have my suspicions.
Would you like to share
your suspicions with me?
As we say in the force,
inquiries are continuing.
Alright. Well, I'll leave it
with you, then, Hector.
Ring Sgt Blaketon when
inquiries are complete.
- Mrs. Cowley.
- Bye.
I thought you said
you knew who it was.
- Oh, but I do, my love.
- Then why didn't you tell him?
Why indeed, Anthea?
But then you know me.
I do sometimes move
in mysterious ways,
my wonders to perform.
I thought that was only God.
Him too, I shouldn't
wonder, Anthea.
Him too.
Look, I'll see you down
t'pub later, okay?
Right.
So, what's the
verdict, then, Claude?
As big as hand
grenades and juicy too.
There's no way them scrawny
gooseberries of ours or yours
will stand a chance
against Cowley's.
- Really?
- If they're as big as you say they are.
I wouldn't put my 'ouse on it.
Is it right you deliver
anywhere, is it?
Lovely.
I'm gagging for a drink.
Now what's wrong wi' you?
Right.
Summat we can do for you,
is there, love?
I said, is there summat
we can do for you, love?
Are you just deaf, daft or what?
- Leave it, will you?
- I won't leave it, no.
You've got a problem?
Well, we didn't till she got here.
Why, what's she done?
She's driving us mad,
that's what she's doing.
I'd say she was a couple of
bags short of a load, myself.
You do realise she's
just lost her husband?
Oh, yeah? I'm sure
I'm very sorry for her.
But it don't mean to say
we have to put up with her
following us everywhere we go.
Just leave it, Rosie.
Come on, let's go.
Why should we leave
just cos of this nutcase?
Because apart from anything else,
I'm asking you to, that's why.
But we haven't done owt.
You're causing a disturbance.
Come on. Out, the pair of you.
Oh, yeah?
And you're gonna
make me, are you?
Oh, for crying out loud, come on.
Terry!
Are you all right, Mrs. Wakefield?
Yes, thank you, George.
- "I want summat done about her. Now."
- "Who?"
Mrs. Wakefield!
You'd best come in.
Right, then.
What seems to be
the trouble, Rosie?
Well, the trouble is, is that
everywhere we go, she goes.
She just stands there staring.
Outside the house, down
the pub, round the shops.
I want summat done about it NOW!
Because if you don't, I will.
Well it's not something I'd advise
taking the law into your own hands.
Isn't that what she's doing?
I mean I'd call it
deliberate harassment.
Oh, I see. so there's this
old lady on the loose,
who's harassing an ex-con of
- How old's your Terry?
- Oh, I see.
Finding it all a bit
of a laugh, are you?
I'm not laughing, Rosie.
Not since Arthur Wakefield died.
So you're not prepared to
do anything about it, right?
- I'll have a word with her.
- Well, you see you do, love.
Because if you don't, I will.
You must know why
we're here, Miriam.
Yes, I suppose I might.
But I don't see what
business is it of yours?
We've had a complaint about you,
Mrs. Wakefield, from the Tinniswoods.
Am I right in thinking that
I haven't broken any law?
Well, that's not really
the point, is it?
Then what is the point?
Miriam, the person you're
really hurting is yourself.
You're destroying your own life.
My life is already destroyed.
My husband was my life.
And the person who destroyed him is
walking the streets of this village now.
There's not a blind thing you or anybody
else seems prepared to do about it.
- No, that's not true, Mrs. Wakefield.
- That's how it seems to me.
Now, look.
No, I don't want to look, thank you.
I've already looked and
I don't like what I see.
It seems to me these days that
the only people who are shown
consideration are the bad people.
The evil people, the people
who hurt other people.
So now, if I have broken any law,
then go on, arrest me.
If not, I'm asking you both to go
away and leave me in peace.
You're standing up!
Aren't you?
So it's beans with everything
from now on, is it, Eileen?
Not these beans.
I'm entering them for
the show this afternoon.
Teach the locals how it's done?
Well, if I do, I'll have a friend
of yours to thank, really.
- And which friend would that be then?
- Oh, Mr. Greengrass.
Him and that special
fertiliser of his.
I can think of many ways to
describe Claude Greengrass,
"friend of mine"
definitely isn't one of them.
They call me mellow yellow ♪
Now, then.
Got a bit of a rush on, have you?
It's all go here, Mr. Greengrass.
Aye, I can see that.
You couldn't give me a hand with
25 bags of sacks, would you?
You what?
Alright. I'm just checking to
see if you were still breathing.
You had me goin',
then, Mr. Greengrass.
Did I?
I'm expecting a
parcel on the 11:30.
It'll be marked fragile, so don't
forget to handle it with care.
You can trust me.
You know that, Mr. Greengrass.
Hm.
What are you up to, Hector?
You're up to something,
I know you are. I always do.
All in good time, Anthea.
All in good time.
Oh and be careful not
to put any tramlines
in those trousers,
won't you, dear?
I'll do my poor, pathetic
best not to, dear.
If you'd rather do them yourself?
No point in having a wife and
barking yourself, is there now?
Anthea!
Anthea!
Oh, dear.
Hey Dad, you taking
us to the show?
I don't think so.
Oh, that's not fair. Mum?
Alright, I'll take you.
Go find t'others.
Why aren't you going?
Because of her, ain't it?
She were there again
yesterday, you know.
- Yesterday?
- When I went fishing.
Should have chucked her in.
Many a man would have by now.
- Oh, don't worry, she has it to come.
- What to come?
You'll see.
Oh, God, you stink of
drink, you know that.
What, this early?
Surely not, Rosie.
- Where are you off to now?
- Out!
Now, then.
Hope that's not mine.
No, sorry, Mr. Greengrass,
there's nowt for you.
You're joking.
Is there another train, then?
No, not with that
derailment at York.
Derailment? You never said owt
about the derailment earlier on.
Didn't I?
You know you're dead right.
I don't believe I did, did I?
Mind you, it hadn't happened then.
Well, don't just stand
there like a spare 'un!
Get on the blower.
Find out what's happened to it.
Tell them it's a matter
of life and death.
- Life and death?
- Aye. Yours.
You said you'd have
a word with her.
I did.
Well then she obviously
weren't listening, were she?
Cos she's still at it and has
been for t'past few days.
I mean, everywhere we've
been, she's been, staring.
There'll be hell to pay.
I mean, if she set out to drive him out
of his mind, she's finally managed it.
That last time he came out of prison,
he just weren't the same fellow.
His nerves are shot to pieces.
And now he's out there,
looking for her.
God knows what'll
happen if he finds her.
I mean, don't you think
I've enough on me plate
with three kids without having
to worry about all this as well?
Where's Terry gone?
Well, that's what
I'm trying to tell you.
I don't flamin' well know.
KNOCKING
ACCORDION PLAYS ♪
THE BEATLES:
Magical Mystery Tour
Roll up roll up for the mystery tour
Step right this way
Roll up roll up for the mystery tour
Roll up roll up for the mystery tour
Roll up
I've got an invitation
Roll up for the mystery tour
"Testing, testing."
One, two, three, four. Testing.
Mary had a little son.
Testing, oh oh, dear.
FEEDBACK
I'm awfully sorry,
ladies and gentlemen.
FEEDBACK
Can you all hear me?
If you'd care, at some
time in the afternoon,
to make your way to the
to the exhibitors' tent
you will find all the fruits
and vegetables that've been grown
in the gardens of the community.
Indeed the fruits of the kitchen
the pies and cakes which
have been made by the ladies.
At any time this afternoon.
Thank you.
All right, Nick?
Terry Tinniswood hasn't
been here, has he?
I haven't seen him since I
kicked him out the other day.
Why, what's he done now?
- It's what he might do, George.
- Aye
You know who's responsible for
this outrage, don't you, Anthea?
- Who?
- That old recidivist Greengrass.
You don't know that, Hector.
Why else do you think he messing
about in our garden the other night?
What I can't understand is why didn't
you tell that Constable Rowan about it.
Because I was planning
on arresting him myself.
When I was on duty at the
show today, that's why.
Would've been the icing
on the cake, would that,
nicking the old rogue
for malicious damage,
right there in front
of all his cronies.
Oh, I see.
And if nothing else,
there's still that satisfaction
to look forward to, aye Anthea.
I'll dib-dib him.
What this country wants
is a flaming Mussolini.
Mussolini?
Then he'll get the trains
running on time.
Give us two Scotches
and a pint, please.
- Here we are, lads.
- Oh, yeah. Thank you.
Well, still no sign of him, then?
- No, there's no sign of either of them.
- Excuse me!
Shouldn't you be at the car
park playing traffic policeman?
I'm about to make an arrest and would
like some support, if you don't mind?
Is he serious?
You cheeky thing.
Sabotaged?
You don't like to hear that.
You don't take no
prisoners, do you?
You what?
It weren't me that did it.
- It weren't!
- There he is.
thinks he's in the flamin' Gestapo.
It's always been the same.
Scoutmasters.
Before you start,
I'm having him for wrongful arrest.
I never touched his
flamin' goosegog.
Why, Mr. Cowley, if you and
your good lady will leave us,
I think we can handle
this ourselves from now.
That will be all, Cowley.
That's the way to do it, Anthea.
- Is it, Hector?
- I'll say.
But it's two days since
you found that kerchief.
- So why did you tell Sgt
- Blaketon.
Blaketon that you found it this
morning by the gooseberry bush?
Let me just explain something
to you about police work, Anthea.
Something that won't be that
obvious to you as a civilian.
There are times when you
know someone's guilty,
but you just can't
prove it, right?
Right.
Which is when,
if justice is to be done
a bit of creative
thinking is called for.
Shut up moaning.
I'm sick of you lot.
You said you wanted to
come to the fair, I brought
No, no, no, you're doing it all
wrong, lad. Give it here, go on.
- Dad.
- Point it and shoot. Go on.
That's it.
Urgh! Once sniffed,
never forgotten.
This IS yours, Greengrass?
And it was found early this morning in
a place where you were probably born.
Under a gooseberry bush.
Ha, ha. It couldn't have been.
I lost it last week.
So where did you lose it?
If I'd known that, it wouldn't
have been lost, would it?
Excuse me, sarge, could
I say something, please?
It wasn't Mr. Greengrass who
sabotaged the gooseberries.
- It was me.
- You, Mrs. Cowley?
Yes.
Here, put another in.
Come on, put another in.
That's it.
- Well, well, well. Mrs. Wakefield.
- Dad, stop it.
I've been looking for you all day.
Oh, Terry, don't.
Will you just shut it,
Rosie, for once, right?
Quickly, there's trouble
at the shooting gallery.
I tried to warn you off, right?
I tried, the wife tried.
But you just wouldn't
listen, would you?
You just kept going
on and on and on.
It weren't my fault what happened
to your husband, it really weren't.
Shut it, Terry!
- Get off me.
- Look out!
- Terry!
- Tinniswood, you're nicked.
- It were her started it!
- Get Mrs. Wakefield.
Get on to Sugden, Rosie.
- Where are they takin' my dad, Mam?
- Who cares?
We'll take you to the car.
I just can't believe
you'd do this to me.
Because I can't believe you
would perjure yourself like that?
I mean, heaven knows, I've put up
with a lot from you over the years.
Your never-ending opinions
on everything.
- Your posturing!
- Posturing?
You strut around the village in that
silly uniform like you was Wyatt Earp.
It's what you did to my
gooseberries that I'm on about!
I did it because I am SICK of your
gooseberries! Do you hear? Sick!
And right on cue to accept her prize
for her outstanding upside down cake.
Whenever you're ready, Mrs. Cowley.
And do you know what else I'm
sick of, Hector? I mean, really.
I am sick of playing gooseberry
to your Pygmalion gooseberry.
Thank you. Oh, sorry. Thank you.
APPLAUSE
Very nice.
Rosie?
Rosie?
What are you doing?
I'm going to my mam's.
But you'll be there for me in court
on Monday now, won't you, Rosie?
I really need you to be there.
I've had enough, Terry. I can't
take any more. It's finished.
Go on.
What will happen to him?
That's up to the magistrates.
As far as you're concerned,
that's the end of it, all right?
- All right.
- Promise?
I'll see myself out.
THE BEATLES:
Blackbird
Blackbird singing
in the dead of night
Take these broken
wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting
for this moment to arrive ♪
What about my dad, Mam?
What about him?
We can't just leave
him on his own.
You know he hates
being on his own.
Sandy? Sandy, come back here!
Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
CRASH
Into the light of the
dark black night
Dad!
Dad?
Blackbird fly
Dad!
Blackbird fly
Into the light of the
dark black night
Blackbird singing
in the dead of night
KNOCKING
Take these broken
wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting
for this moment to arrive
You were only waiting
for this moment to arrive
You were only waiting
for this moment to arrive ♪
Da-dum!
- You didn't!
- I did.
- Oh, well done, you.
- Thank you.
- Where are you going to put it?
- Um over here, I think.
KNOCKING
Well, eat your heart out,
Hector Cowley.
Please, it's me dad.
You've got to go, quick.
Don't know what
they're talking about.
Hey up. Coppers.
Coppers? Perjurers.
Stitch anybody up.
I'm making a complaint, y'know?
One more word and I
swear I'll throttle him.
Save your breath.
Excuse me love. Excuse me,
can we come through?
These gentlemen have got an interest.
Excuse me. Excuse me. Thank you.
And now, for the moment
we've all been waiting for.
The fruit section.
Mr. Greengrass? Mr. Greengrass!
Your parcel's come.
It's here, look.
- It won't be mine.
- No, it is. Look. Look.
It's marked,
"From the Garden of England."
It must've been in that derailment
cause it's all gone all bust up.
Look, it's full of goosegogs.
They aren't 'alf big 'uns.
- I were going to make some jam.
- Oh, aye?!
- Dad!
- Stay there, Sandy. You stay there.
It's all right, Terry.
- Call an ambulance.
- I already have.
Now if you hold his wrists
up for me, please.
What happened?
He tried to make me feel guilty
for what he'd just done to himself.
All I was ever looking for
was justice, not vengeance.
When you get to my age, you
got to use whatever
weapons you've got.
Not that many, usually.
So is he going to be all right?
Yeah. Yeah, thanks
to Mrs. Wakefield.
That poor woman.
These the famous
trophy-winners then?
They're the ones.
Mmm.
- All right?
- Yeah, terrific.
So what was in that stuff that
Greengrass sold you, then?
Don't ask.
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪