Heartbeat (1992) s06e04 Episode Script

1
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪
Do You Want To Know A Secret
BEATLES
You'll never know how
much I really love you
You'll never know how
much I really care
Listen, do you want
to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell
Woah woah
Closer, let me
whisper in your ear
Say the words I love to hear
I'm in love with you
Oo oo oo
Closer, let me
whisper in your ear
Say the words I love to hear
Flaming women riders!
Sorry. I didn't see you.
Are you all right?
Yeah, nearly.
Don't worry about me.
You frightened him to death an' all.
Spending a night in
one of your snares
probably didn't do the poor
thing much good either!
You're spending too much
time with that Nick Rowan.
You're beginning to sound like him!
(GROANS)
See the duck? Duck. Quack, quack!
Nick! Breakfast!
Ooh, thanks, Eileen.
Slice of toast would be fine.
You need a good breakfast
inside you.
Nick, I've been thinking
of getting a little job.
Oh, yeah?
To get me out of the house a bit.
It'll only be a couple
of hours a day and
Rita's quite happy
to look after Katie.
You know she's reliable, so you needn't
have any worries on that score.
Eileen, I think it's an excellent idea.
So you don't mind?
No.
Oh, what is this job?
And Wes Hall pounds in
and bowls a vicious bouncer.
Schofield knocks it high
into the crowd, for six!
You didn't move your FEET!
Oh, come on, lad! I want a
good coat of oil on that bat.
Look after your tools and
they'll look after you, right?
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
More ruddy bills!
He looks a good 'un.
Anyway, what about these, then?
Two and tenner apiece
or four bob the brace.
And if you are interested, pheasants
aren't the only thing I can supply.
You'd best come into the office.
PHONE RINGS
Hello? Oh, hello, Mick.
Yes, I did call.
I've got a couple
of cracking mares
I'd like you to put that
stallion of yours to.
How much?!
I can't afford that!
Can't you do better?
No!
No. It's too much.
You would not believe what they're
asking for stud fees nowadays!
Are you having these?
What else can you supply
apart from pheasant?
Owt you like. Salmon, venison.
Right, you're on.
And if you get a decent thoroughbred
stallion in your snare, give me a shout!
My name is Jack and I live in the
back of the Greta Garbo Home
With friends I will remember
wherever I may roam
And my name's Jack
and I live in the back
Of the Greta Garbo Home
for wayward boys and girls
You're called Jack
You live in the back
Of the Greta Garbo Home
for wayward boys and girls ♪
- Morning, Len.
- Mr. Rowan.
- Shouldn't you be at school?
- I'm poorly.
You run pretty fast for someone
who's supposed to be poorly.
- It's toothache.
- Does your dad know?
I didn't want to worry him.
You won't tell him, will you?
Well, get yourself
off to school, then.
I'll be checking.
Well, go on, then. Run!
Mr. Harrop.
You still looking for a stallion
for them mares of yours?
And you just happen
to have one, do you?
I think I know where I can
lay my hands on one.
Oh, aye? When the rag and bone
man's finished his rounds?
What are you talking about?
You don't really think
I'd want a share in a foal
that were half totter's pony, do you?
How dodgy is he?
Only nearly won a classic.
That's all.
Nah. Couldn't risk it.
From round here, is it?
For me to know and you to find out.
The only local horse from round here
that did owt in a classic
were Ashfordly Lad.
Morning.
You weren't thinking of
stealing him, were you?
Not stealing, borrowing!
You've got to be joking.
Lord Ashfordly's stallion?
Nah. Stick to poaching, Greengrass.
Tell me you weren't
trying on him then.
Please!
Hi.
If Mrs. Watkins comes, try to make
it look as if you're here on business.
I am.
And I thought you came to see me!
An added incentive.
Len Schofield turned up?
No. Why?
I caught him hanging round
the village this morning.
Said he was school with a toothache
but asked me not to tell his dad.
Oh.
I told him to get to school.
I said I'd check.
Aren't kids frightened
of bobbies anymore?
- Oh no, obviously not.
- I'd better go.
I see teachers are still afraid
of their headmistresses, huh.
I'll keep my eye open for Len.
- Thanks.
- All right for tonight?
Yeah. I'll see you later.
Right, everybody in. Quickly.
I saw you!
What do you think you're doing?!
Just the man.
I caught him nicking sweets.
- Is that true, Len?
- I was going to pay for them.
- So where's your money?
- I left it at home.
Leave this to me, will you, Betty.
You're not going to let
him get away with it?
- I'm going to talk to his dad.
- Oh, no, Mr. Rowan, please don't!
You can't do that.
I can't see Harry Schofield taking
kindly to hearing his son's a thief.
Please, Mr. Rowan!
Don't tell me dad.
Well, you should have thought of that
when I told you to go to school before.
You don't get two chances.
Thanks, Betty. Come on.
What can I do for you, Nick?
More welding on the car of yours?
No, the car's fine, Harry.
I called to have a chat about Len.
Oh, aye?
I bumped into him a
couple of time this morning.
You did? Where?
In the village.
He was playing truant.
He what?!
But I gave him a warning,
packed him off to school.
What the heck was he doing?!
He loves school.
He's always done well.
Well, trouble is, he didn't go.
He decided to helped himself to some
sweets from the village store instead.
Nicking? Nah.
He wouldn't dare.
He was caught red-handed,
I'm afraid.
That little beggar!
Where is he now?
At school.
I've let him off with a warning.
Can you have a word with him?
You can bet your house
on that, Mr. Rowan!
Mm. This is really nice, Gina.
You're a good cook.
I didn't make it.
We've got a new chef.
Not another one who thinks
he's God's gift to women, I hope.
- Talking about me again?
- The new cook.
That's why I'm here.
How's she getting on?
She?!
Everything all right, Phil?
Eileen, if you ever get fed up
of looking after Nick and Katie,
you can run away with me.
Hey hands off, Phil! She's mine.
It's a few years since handsome,
young men were arguing over me.
- Get you a sandwich, Nick?
- Yes, please.
Sergeant Blaketon know you're
frequenting public houses in you ?
That's a secret between you and
me and a packet of strong mints!
Erm about that business earlier.
What exactly have you got in mind?
What I've got in mind is
going to another pub.
This one's getting
too full of coppers.
Hey Nick, have a word with
that school teacher of yours.
Her and her flaming horse,
she nearly killed me this morning!
SPOOKY MUSIC
(SCREAMS PIERCINGLY)
Helen, what's the matter?
There's a big spider
on my desk, miss!
- Len Schofield.
- Yes, miss?
- Was it you?
- No, miss.
Empty out your pockets.
- Where is it?
- Where is what, miss?
- The spider.
- What spider?
Roll up your sleeves.
- Ah, miss!
- Now!
GIGGLING
- Where did you get these bruises?
- Playing cricket, miss.
I'm not stupid, Len.
This isn't the cricket season.
Honest!
Lend us your paper, Alf.
See if a Libran's going to get lucky
tomorrow or pull a Pisces tonight.
What's happened to Gina then?
We're just good friends.
Apparently.
Give it back.
The Sporting Life?
The paper lad, he
delivered it by mistake.
Don't they do horoscopes, Alf?
They call them tips in there.
They're about as accurate!
Give it back!
Don't take owt of mine again!
I'll tell you your fortune, Bellamy.
You don't even need to
cross my palm with silver.
Don't suppose it involve
a beautiful girl, sarge?
Not quite.
A few hundered acres of woodland,
a river bank.
And lurking in the undergrowth,
Greengrass.
You'll hardly notice
the difference, Phil!
Lord Ashfordly's being plagued
by poachers again and I told him
we'll do something
about it. Tonight!
It's not really theft, though, is it.
I mean, we're only borrowing the horse.
I haven't agreed to it yet.
Be a right giggle to own the offspring
of a horse that won the St. Leger.
He was fourth.
I know he only had
three in front of him.
- There he is.
- Where is he stabled?
Don't worry. It's far enough
away from the house.
They won't hear us.
We won't be able to put Ashfordly
Lad down as the sire.
Don't matter, does it?
They're worth thousands
once they start winning.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Can Len come out to play,
Mr. Schofield?
Not tonight, Billy.
Please, Dad!
Just for half an hour.
Oh, no.
We're going to spend half an hour
talking about why you
weren't in school this morning.
It takes less than
half an hour for now.
You can tell me why you've
been stealing from the shop.
- I'm sorry, Dad.
- Not as sorry as you will be!
How are you going to make out
yourself with a criminal record?
I won't do it again.
Too damned right you won't!
Owt that's worth having
is worth grafting for.
Seems you've haven't
been listening.
Sorry I can't come out tonight.
Mrs. Watkins lumbered me with
this for the school concert.
How about tomorrow?
Yeah, sure.
So you gave old Greengrass a bit
of a fright this morning, isn't it?
You'll have to give me some lessons.
I can't even get Len Schofield
back to school.
That boy worries me, Nick.
He used to be top of the
class according to his reports.
Now, he's just a trouble-maker.
Well, I've had a word
with his dad this morning.
Perhaps he'll talk
some sense into him.
I was wondering if he might
be part of the problem.
Why's that?
He came to school with
some nasty bruises today.
Said he got them playing cricket.
What, at this time of year?
Better than admitting
your dad beat you up.
Ah, come on. You don't know that.
Boys get bruises all
the time, don't they.
Well, I hope you're right.
There's no mum around, is there?
No. No, she died a few years ago.
Well, I'm going to keep a close
eye on him from now on.
- Shall we go riding first?
- Eh?
Tomorrow.
Yeah. Yeah, all right.
- Problem?
- No.
No, there's nothing
to it, is there?
You just sit there and let
the horse do all the work.
ENGINE DYING
For pity's sake, don't make a row.
I'll be quieter than your clutch.
- Fetch the horse.
- What about you?
I'll get t'box ready.
I've got a reputation to think of.
Ah. As a racehorse trainer
who has not won a lot.
Get on with it.
Now then son, it's your birthday.
Have I got a present for you!
BIRDSONG
Come on, lad, seven o'clock.
I want you downstairs sharpish.
We've got lots to do before school.
Come on.
Right, come on, son!
Come and meet the wife.
Four year from now, your kid
will be winning the Derby.
I wish I'd never agreed to this.
Well, of course, if Ashfordly
Lad here does his stuff
Don't go shouting
his name like that!
You won't say that when we're
walking round the Royal Enclosure!
As long as we don't end
up in Her Majesty's Prison.
Don't worry. We'll have him
back before anybody notices it.
Darts team at the Aidensfield
Arms was too short tonight, Alf,
so I've put our names down.
Well, I can't make it.
They're counting on you.
I said I've got summat on.
Why can't you play?
Previous engagement.
I wouldn't play darts if I
had a date with Jo Weston.
Come on Alf, you never have
anything on midweek.
I said no!
- Bellamy!
- Sarge?
All quiet at Lord Ashfordly's
last night, was it?
Yes, Sarge. I counted
every fish in the river,
every pheasant in the wood.
And horses?
- Horses, sarge?
- Aye.
Cos while you were playing
I-spy on the riverbank,
somebody sneaked in and nicked
his lordship's valuable racehorse.
Len, I want you at the front.
Swap places with Susan, please.
- Oh, do I have to?
- Yes, you do.
- Have you been fighting?
- No, miss.
- When did that happen?
- It were an accident. At home.
Right, today we're going to
talk about myths and legends.
Does anybody know any?
Len Schofield were
named after a legend.
- Is that right, Len?
- Yes, miss. Len Hutton.
Yes. Well. Does anyone know the
story of Pegasus, the flying horse?
We'll be implementing a search
for the horse immediately, sir.
Thank you, Blaketon.
Tell me.
I don't suppose either
of you gentlemen
are averse to a little
bet, now and again?
Tip for you. Cooper's Folly
in the 4:15 at Wetherby.
Oh well er, thank you, sir.
It's not very good odds
and carrying top weight.
I've had a whisper of my own, sir.
Not that it's of any
interest to me, of course.
Skipper's Bridge, second favourite.
I don't think His Lordship
wants to know
where your window-cleaner
sticks his lucky pin, Ventress?
Just thought I'd mention it.
I'll bear it in mind, constable.
I'll await word on Ashfordly Lad,
Blaketon. Keep me informed.
Right, sir.
Since when have you known more
about horse racing than the gentry?
I mean, these people love.
You'll be having a bet,
then, will you, sarge?
Well, I'm not a gambling
man, as you know,
but I think in these circumstances,
it'd be rude not to.
Sixpence each way
shouldn't come amiss.
Er Ventress, do you know
how to put on a bet?
I'll manage.
I might even have a
tenner on myself, an' all.
Len was such a nice little
boy when I took him.
Very bright.
He's bright enough.
He just doesn't seem interested.
Could it be something to do with
your teaching methods, Joanna?
The other children seem
happy enough, Mrs. Watkins.
What's his father like?
He's what they call a man's man.
If Len's behaving at
home like he is at school,
it won't go down well
with Harry Schofield.
Could that explain the
bruises and today's black eye?
- It's possible, I suppose.
- So, what do we do?
There's nothing much we
can do even if we wanted.
I don't encourage the parents
to be on the school gates.
By the same token, I don't interfere
with the home lives of our pupils.
But if they're being beaten up,
surely we have a duty
Joanna, this is a hard community.
Physical punishment is a fact of life.
If that's the way parents want
to discipline their children,
there's nothing much
we can do about it.
THE SHADOWS
What's so funny?
I can't believe I actually
managed to get you on a horse.
Yeah, well, Kate would
have been very impressed.
Did she ride?
Yeah, she did a bit
when she was a kid.
It's something we always meant
to do when we first moved up here.
What stopped you?
Well, boring things like
work got in the way!
Never found the time, somehow.
She'd be the first
to congratulate you.
Len Schofield turn up today?
Came to school with a black eye.
- How did he get that?
- According to Len, it was an accident.
You think it was his dad again?
It's too much of a
coincidence, Nick, surely.
What are you going to do?
According to my dear
headmistress, nothing.
Oh, she's not concerned?
"Physical punishment is par
for the course", she says.
But I'm not letting it go, Nick.
Come on! Let's trot.
You know what to do,
squeeze your knees.
Come on, let's get him
back to where he belongs.
Couldn't have gone better,
though, could it?
Who's a clever daddy?!
Hang on.
It's the local boy in blue.
You take care of him.
I'll hide the horse.
It's not often we see you
up this way, constable.
I just wanted to warn you there might
be some horses thieves in the area.
Lord Ashfordly's stallion
was stolen last night.
Was it? I haven't
heard owt about it.
Well, I thought I'd
better let you know.
If someone is stealing horses,
they might well try here next.
NEIGHING
STABLE DOOR CRASHES
Sounds like you've
got a lively one there!
Oh. Aye. It's plenty good of
you to tip me off, constable.
It's a pleasure.
Bye, then!
Any luck at the stables, Bellamy?
Not as far as stolen
horses go, sarge.
What's that supposed to mean?
Oh, I didn't realise how many
good looking girls work with horses.
I'm thinking of taking
up riding, sarge.
Rotten tip, sarge.
He lost by a mile.
Oh, well. Just a bit of fun to
livened up a dull afternoon, eh?
PHONE RINGS
- Ashfordly police.
Yes, my lord.
Lord Ashfordly.
He'll be wanting a progress report.
Not for you, sarge. He wants
the king of the tipsters. Alf?
PC Ventress.
Oh, did you?
Congratulations.
No.
Well, the sergeant and I put sixpence
each way on Cooper's Folly.
Oh, yes. Should I get another cert,
you'll be the first to know, sir.
Well, he backed my tip.
Came in at sixteen to one.
He made a packet.
Look, if Mrs. Watkins
won't get involved,
there's not much you can do.
There must be something.
If Len's dad is beating him,
I can't just ignore it.
Can't you do something?
Well, unless an official complaint
is made, it's not a police matter.
According to Mrs. Watkins,
it isn't a school matter.
How long before it becomes
a hospital matter, Nick?
I'll have a word with Harry.
Let him know we're concerned.
Do you really think
that'll be enough?
You could talk to Maggie.
Get her to have a look at Len.
That's a good idea.
I can see if she can
come over tomorrow
when I'm taking them for football.
You take football?
Yes. I know the rules.
Well, most of them.
Now, just remember everything
I've taught you and you'll be fine.
Off you go.
Oh, Len!
You'll be needing these.
I thought we had no money, Dad.
I've been saving up.
This is important, son. Come on.
You do well here, it could
be Yorkshire Colts next.
Brian Close were playing for
England when he were 17.
I know. You said.
That's just six years off with all the
coaching I've been giving you.
Yeah.
Don't let me down, son.
Counting on you.
- Here he is, Mr. Clark.
- Hello, Len.
Your dad's told me
great things about you.
Let's see what you can do.
Off you go, lad.
You've got to do something.
We've got to get this
ruddy stallion back.
We can't! The place'll be
crawling with coppers!
Just ieave it to another day.
Trust me.
Is it serious stuff, this card
school you've got tonight?
Gambling always serious especially
when Charlie Wallace plays.
Charlie Wallace?
He's worth thousands.
A bit dangerous, isn't it,
playing cards with him.
KNOCK ON DOOR
- Who else is coming?
- Oh, hello Alf. Come in.
- Evening!
What's he doing here?
Erm Well, er he's not erm
I think the word you're looking
for is 'stopping'. Cos I'm going.
Didn't know we've got
friends in common, Alf.
We have nothing in
common, Greengrass.
You don't even know me.
Do you understand?
My lips are sealed, Mr. Ventress.
Head over the ball, Len!
Elbow up. Get in line!
I'm sorry, Mr. Schofield.
He really looks the part.
But he just doesn't got what it takes.
Oh, he's having an off night.
Just nerves.
You should have seen him last season
You've coached him very well.
It's nice to see a young
lad play so correctly.
But without an eye for
the ball, it means nowt.
I'm sorry. I can't take him on.
(SIGHS)
Looks like Alf's got a good 'un.
And I'm out.
Charlie?
I don't frighten that easily.
I'll see you
and raise you a pound.
I'll erm see you a pound.
And there's another one.
He is serious.
I'll take a look at them.
Two pairs.
Kings
tens.
Your losing streak's
coming to an end at last!
What went wrong?
They were bowling lollipops at you.
Last summer you would've
smashed them out of the nets.
Maybe it were this black eye.
They were bowling right fast.
You weren't trying!
Maybe you wanted to fail.
So you can play football after
school with , no-hopers.
Maybe I'm wasting my
time and my money.
I'm sorry, Dad.
Sorry?!
Apart from wasting
that coach's time
you made me look a right fool.
I'll see you.
Raise you two pounds.
I'm in.
You're getting into high stakes
too easy tonight, Charlie.
It's only money.
It's just you and me again,
Sherlock.
Up to you.
I'll see you. Raise you five.
See your five.
Raise you ten pounds.
Ten?!
If you don't think your cards
are good enough, Alf,
just throw 'em in.
I'd best see you.
Cost you.
More than a week's wages on there.
See you.
Pair of aces.
What, that all?
You bet that on a pair of aces?
And another pair of aces.
Can you beat four of a kind, Alf?
(CHUCKLES)
Well, if you hear any gossip,
let me know.
Lord Ashfordly might have
some type of reward.
Yeah, I do get one or two horses
to shoe, so you might be lucky.
- How's Len?
- I've had a word with him.
He won't be messing
about any more.
I hear he's got a real shiner.
That's what this is
all about, ain't it.
It's got nowt to do with horses.
Don't be like that, Harry.
We are looking for the horse.
I'm just a bit concerned that
he turned up with a black eye
the day after a bit of bother.
Mind your own flaming business.
It would be alright this time.
I had a nose round Ashfordly's first
thing. There weren't anybody about.
Flipping 'eck. Here's another one.
I'll make myself scarce.
Mr. Harrop.
PC Bellamy from Ashfordly.
What's Greengrass doing up here?
Erm trying to pick up
a few tips, of course.
What can I do for you?
You might have heard about this
race horse that's gone missing.
Heard?! Nick Rowan, Alf
Ventress and now you.
You'll be bumping
into each other next.
I'm sorry, I didn't know
they'd been up already.
Well, for the third time,
I don't know anything about it.
Sorry to have bothered you,
Mr. Harrop. Thank you.
So what did he say when you
asked him about the bruises?
Every one an accident.
Even the black eye.
I'm worried about his
behaviour in class too.
Playing you up?
He just doesn't seemed interested.
He's got no concentration
Sorry, miss.
I crossed it for him to head.
You'll never make a centre forward
Len, if you don't learn to head.
- I didn't see it coming.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
- Right, five more minutes.
Not you, Len. There's something
I want you to do for me.
- Do I have to, miss?
- It'll only take a second.
All right.
Can you read me that number plate?
Bit fuzzy.
All right then, go closer.
Two steps.
Keep on going until you
can read the number plate.
EVS 491A.
All right, then, Len. Well done.
- Is that it?
- Yeah. For the moment.
You go and finish the game.
But I want to see you in the
secretary's office after dinner.
There's a chart I
want you to look at.
There's definitely something
wrong with his eyesight.
Oh, it's good to see you two here,
instead of out doing my job.
Eh?
I'm supposed to be
doing the stables.
When I called on Mr. Harrop today,
he tells me I wasn't even the
second bobby to knock on his door.
No, no, no. I was the third!
Yeah, sorry, Phil.
Jo and I were passing there yesterday.
Just thought we pop in the morning.
What about you, Alf?
Were you just passing, as well?
Mind your own business.
Keep your hair on!
What's the matter with you nowadays?
There you go again.
Sticking your nose in.
Hey! Alright, take it easy, Alf!
What's up, you got
Blaketon on your back?
No. Should he be?
It's personal. Okay?
- Anything we can do?
- No, there isn't.
Ta.
Come in. Take a seat.
Oh, sorry about t'mess.
It wasn't as I was expecting you.
It's all right, Mr. Schofield.
Why don't you sit down?
Aye. Aye, I will.
Mrs. Bolton and I wanted a word
with you about a couple of things.
I'm worried about Len.
His schoolwork hasn't been
as good as it should be.
He's a bright boy, Mr. Schofield.
Judging by his previous record,
he should be doing far better.
You want me to
have a word with him?
We were just wondering about the reason
for the change in his behaviour.
- Any problems at home?
- Never. He's a good lad.
We thought he might have been
getting on into a few scrapes.
I couldn't help noticing the
bruises that he's picked up lately.
You're friendly with
Nick Rowan, aren't you?
Well, yes, but
Yeah, but if you're all
so desperate to know,
I never laid a finger on the lad.
He got his black eye whilst we
were practising his batting.
He was tossing a golf ball.
I thought, if he could hit that,
a cricket ball will be like a balloon.
But he couldn't?
No. Waste of time.
I thought he had the makings.
I was kidding myself.
- So this cricket thing's serious?
- Aye.
Even for a little lad he could
smack a ball. He had timing.
So you want him to
play professionally?
Aye.
So he wouldn't have
to struggle like me.
You see, my father was a friend
Len Hutton, who played for England.
Now, he was something special.
Is there owt wrong with me
wanting my lad to be like that?
No. But is it what Len wants?
Of course!
Well, he knows talent's
nowt without discipline.
And now he's got the discipline,
but no talent.
It could be his eyes, Mr. Schofield.
I gave him a test today.
Len needs glasses.
Glasses?!
His eyesight must have
deteriorated quite rapidly.
It can happen at that age.
If he can't see the ball,
he'll never be a cricketer.
Not a good 'un, anyhow.
It's all I've ever wanted for him.
(SOBS)
He left this.
Why didn't you call me earlier?
Because
Well, because I thought
he'd come home on his own.
And all this stuff about me hitting him,
I couldn't, I wouldn't.
Nick, I promise.
Have you checked his friends?
He hasn't been seen
since he left school.
- It's freezing out there.
- Could he have gone to a relative?
There's only me and him round here.
Why would he run off?
You can talk to him about
that once he's back.
BARKING
Right. Now, listen!
PC Rowan is organising locals in
Aidensfield to search the village.
Now, the chances are the lad
will've stayed close to home
and they'll find him.
He won't last long if
he's gone further afield.
Now, you've all got maps.
Ventress will lead one group
and I'll lead the other.
Right, then, let's go!
Rowan is here again!
He must be on flipping elastic!
Harry Schofield's lad's gone missing.
He's run away from home.
- How long since he's been gone?
- Since last night.
I've not seen him
up this way, sorry.
He might be hiding in
one of your barn or boxes.
Ah well, we better go and have
a look then, straightaway.
Well, he's not been in the stables,
cause we've already mucked them out.
No, but perhaps he might be
in one of the barns, Mr. Harrop.
Yeah, alright. If you see him,
let me know. Thanks.
Now, what do we do?
The place will be overrun with
coppers again looking for the kid.
We'll give 'em a couple of
hours to search Aidensfield,
then we can let the horse go
and find its own way home.
Claude! It's not a flaming
homing pigeon!
Phil, about blowing my top
with you and Nick yesterday.
- I'm sorry.
- Forget it.
You think you can lend
us ten bob until pay day?
Can't help you, mate. I'm skint.
Skint?! After all your overtime
that you've been working?
(LAUGHS) An expensive life
being a bachelor boy, Alf!
Only I've had a bit of a tip.
It's a sure thing.
You'll get your money back
this afternoon, with interest.
- If I had it, I'd lend it you, Alf.
- Oh, stuff it!
Alf?!
Now, Len's not in any trouble,
but he's run away from home.
I want you to think if there's
anywhere that he might have gone.
Argh!
"According to your Miss Weston,
the lad might be up at Rowley Woods."
Yeah, I know the place, sarge.
There's an old summer house there.
I'll take a look.
Well, go on! Get on home,
you daft ha'p'orth!
Go on! Hey!
We'll have to get him
closer to Ashfordly Hall.
Leave him here, he'll like as
not come back to my place.
Alright. We'd better
go by a back road.
We should be alright. I mean
I mean, if any coppers stop us,
what's more natural than a
horse being in a horsebox?
Yeah, makes sense.
Mind you, probably bit better
if I din't come with you.
Cos, for some reason,
the coppers are a bit suspicious of me!
Claude, you're coming.
Can't this thing go any faster?
- What's that?
- Looks like a kid. Hang on!
We can't.
We've got to get the stallion back!
Stop the van or
I'll stop it for ye!
It's that Schofield lad!
We could ring the police,
anonymous.
Tell 'em where he is.
What are you talking about?
We can't leave him!
We've got to get him to hospital.
Come on, give me a hand.
Don't just stand there! Come on!
You get that end.
- Should I keep on driving?
- Don't be mental! Stop the van.
Hi Nick, it's the Schofield lad.
We found him lying in the road.
- Is he all right?
- Ya, he's unconscious.
We're taking him to hospital.
I'll radio ahead. Follow me.
Come on. Let's get him inside.
- Where is he?
- He's in there.
I'll take him.
Have you got him?
Come on, lad.
Alright. I've got him.
Come on, son.
Let's get moving
before they come back.
Dump the horse and we're laughing.
They'll never be able
to prove we've had it.
Oh, come on!
What's up with it?
- Where do I take my lad? Quickly!
- Follow me.
So it was Greengrass
who found him, was it?
Yeah. Him and Joss Harrop, sarge.
They were in his horsebox on that
back road to the Ashfordly estate.
Excuse me a minute, sarge.
ENGINE STILL WON'T STAR
Right. Out!
And you, Mr. Harrop. Come on.
What have you got in the back?
Erm a horse.
What do you think we've
got in there, a camel?
- Is it yours?
- Er
- Well, whose is it, then?
- It were all his idea.
What are you talking about?
What would I want with a racehorse?
To win the Derby, you said.
Remember?
Oh, come on, Nick.
I mean, can't you?
I mean, I'm an hero, in't I?
I mean, we both are.
You had 'undreds of blokes looking
for that kid. Dogs, the lot.
We were the ones that found him.
What's all that got to do with the
theft of Lord Ashfordly's horse?
We were just taking it back.
You'd better get a move on then.
Oh, we can't. The engine's gone.
Start walking.
Walking? With my knees?!
It's nearly five miles!
If that horse is back
within two hours,
we might just forget
it ever went missing.
Two hours? It will take us that
long to get it out of the box.
You haven't got time to argue, Claude.
Start walking.
Everything's going to be all
right from now on, Len, lad.
Better than ever.
I'm sorry, Dad.
No. It's me as ought to be sorry.
I should never have
pushed you so hard.
I was only trying my best.
Reckon you can forgive me?
- Hello, Len. How are you feeling?
- Okay, miss.
We're gonna have to decide what glasses
you're gonna have to have, Len lad.
I don't want them that make
me look like the Milky Bar Kid!
As long as you can
see the blackboard.
Ya, and a cricket ball.
Maybe you should get
those reinforced ones,
save yourself another black eye.
Dad says I can play in glasses.
Is he right?
Yeah! What about that
new opener for Yorkshire?
He wears glasses.
What, Geoffrey Boycott?
Well, he's not bad.
Our Len will be better than that.
That is, if he wants to be, mind.
It's up to him.
You might not be pushing him any
more, Mr. Schofield, but I will be!
We've got a bit of catching
up to do with his school work.
I really never thought
I'd see you again, old chap.
Where exactly did you
say you found him?
On the moors, wasn't it, Claude?
- Oh, yes. Yes.
- Any idea where he'd been?
Not exactly, but wherever it was, he'd
been very well looked after, m'Lord.
You know, I'd like to give you
gentlemen some sort of reward.
You know how dear how much The
Lad here means so much to me.
Very kind of you.
I don't think there's
any need for that, sir.
If we could just have a word.
I'm gonna ask him if he'll put
his stallion to your mares.
- But we've already knew
- I know that.
But if we can do
it the official way,
you can put Ashfordly Lad's
name on the papers.
That way, the foals will
be worth a fortune!
I think you're being too harsh,
Blaketon. Gentlemen.
I don't want owt
for myself, m'Lord.
I knew he was up to summat.
But Mr. Harrop's here,
he's got a couple of lovely mares.
And I thought it might nice idea
if you were to put your stallion
to his mares without a stud fee.
What an excellent idea,
Mr. Greengrass.
But it wouldn't be
much use, I'm afraid.
As I told the police,
he's never been a stud horse.
Never too late to start, is it?
Ashfordly Lad is sterile, Claude.
He only fires blanks.
LOUD NEIGHING
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪