Heartbeat (1992) s07e08 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? ♪
PHONE RINGS
We're on our way.
Get your gun!
That was Richard Ealham.
The dog's been sighted
in the north copse.
CLATTERING
What have you done, Dad?
I knocked these off rushing.
Get a chair and put them
back for us, will you?
Yeah.
Like they were before, eh?
THE COASTERS: Searchin'
I'm gonna find her
I'm gonna find her, yeah
And I'm searching
I'm goin' searching
Searching every way
Oh yeah
I'm goin' searching
Yeah, searching
While searching every way
Oh yeah
I'm like that northwest Mountie
You know I'll bring
her in some day
I'm gonna find her
And if I have to swim a river
You know I will
And if I have to climb a mountain
You know I will ♪
Here!
GUNSHOTS
SILENCE
Good riddance.
Over here! Quick!
Richard's been hit!
What's happened?
Accident! Someone's been hit.
- I'll call an ambulance.
- Quicker to take him.
I'll warn them you're coming.
How is he, then?
He's got a nasty wound to his shoulder,
but it could have been much worse.
What's up with them?
They're supposed to be
experienced guns, aren't they?
Well, I haven't had the
chance to talk to them yet.
Well, when you do you can
tell them it was an illegal shoot.
That dog has been
causing mayhem, sarge.
They must have felt they
had to take their chance.
I'm all for farmers sorting
things out on their own land,
provided they're not
cack-handed about it.
As it is, you've now got
the job of writing a report.
Right, sarge.
CAR HORN BEEPS
Where's my usual delivery man?
On holiday.
What's up, won't the boss do?
Well, that depends if
you've got what I want.
Step inside. We'll see.
You're inhaling too much yeast,
Cliff Dyson.
Right, what can I get you?
Two large white loaves,
a small brown,
two dozen baps, and a dozen
Aidensfield buns, please.
Aidensfield buns?
You're joking, right?
You know we haven't
done any for months.
What, your dad still keeping
the recipe to himself?
Give over. I'm up to here with it.
I've got other buns.
I've tried them, Cliff.
They're not the same. Sorry.
Aye.
How's your dad doing at The Cedars?
Oh, up and down.
Some days he doesn't
recognise either me or Frank.
Others, he's sharp as ever.
Oh well. Catch him on a good day,
maybe you'll get that recipe, eh?
- Morning.
- Ah. Just the man.
Be a love and take them in. Ta.
- What's he doing here?
- He's helping me out.
Oh, aye? Out of what?
Pub work doesn't stop when the
customers go home, you know.
Obviously not.
Ta-ra.
- Where was Richard Ealham?
- Furthest gun that side.
Extreme right?
So you got to here. Then what?
We worked our way down.
Still in a line?
No. We started to come round on
where we thought the dog was.
Like a circling movement?
I suppose, yeah.
Who saw the dog first?
Tom. He shouted first, any road.
Could you see the others?
No. There were trees
and stuff in t'road.
- You were where?
- Furthest gun, this side.
How many of the others were
visible from where you shot?
Oh, no idea.
You couldn't see Richard?
I weren't looking.
Where did you shoot from?
Uhthat rise.
Or thereabouts.
Right. Thanks, Jeff.
All right if I speak to Tom?
You're the boss.
He's not too bad, then?
No, considering.
Cheerful, the ward sister said.
That's Richard.
You must have known
him for a fair time.
Yeah, he's a good friend.
Nasty shock for everyone, though.
Damn dog jinxed
us right to the end.
Jeff seemed quite
shaken up about it.
Yeah. Well, that's only partly
to do with the shooting.
Oh?
That time of year. It's the
anniversary of Daniel's accident.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I should have remembered.
Six years.
I can cope now. Just about.
And this one doesn't give me
much time to think anyway.
- You done?
- Yeah, for now.
I'll need to speak to the others,
see if they can explain what happened.
Oh?
Yeah, after talking to you and Jeff
and seeing the place for myself,
I still can't work it out.
Well, if us could see accidents coming
there wouldn't be none, would there.
You know Richard Ealham well?
Known him a while.
He's well liked around here,
isn't he?
Pretty much, aye.
By you?
Never done me no harm.
Would you know anybody that
might want to do him harm?
No. Why?
Just asking.
Well, I've said my piece
so I'd best get going.
What is it?
- What?
- Bad news?
It came this morning
from my Uncle George.
I half expected it, I suppose.
The doctors have told him he's
not going to be fit enough
to come back to run the pub.
What? Ever?
He's giving up his licence.
I feel so sorry for him.
He wanted to come back to
the pub more than anything.
So where does this leave you?
I don't know, Steve.
But don't say anything till
I've sorted something out.
No. Of course not.
Jeff Keen was on the tractor
with Daniel on his knee.
The ground was sloping,
but it didn't turn out to be a problem,
till they hit a dip and
the tractor turned over.
Well, Jeff escaped with bruising but,
Daniel was thrown off and crushed.
How awful!
They must have been devastated.
Yeah, it traumatised the
whole village at the time.
Do they have any other children?
Yeah, another son about three years ago.
And there's an older daughter.
- Sorry I'm late.
- That's all right.
I took Richard Ealham's
two girls to the hospital
and back to their grandmother's.
- Did Dad ring?
- No.
- No?
- There's plenty of time.
- I'd better check.
- He'll call, Jo.
No. I have to check.
She said she might
commute daily from York.
She mentioned it to you?
Yes. What did you say?
Well, I said she must do
what she feels happiest with.
Hello, Dad? How are you?
What worries me is once she's there,
she might feel she can't leave.
Mm.
I don't want to say anything
or put pressure on her, Eileen.
You don't want to lose her either.
About time.
You take a turn on the van.
See how long it takes you.
I'd be back before this.
What have you been selling,
bread or insurance?
I tell you what I
haven't been selling,
those flaming buns
you put on the van.
There's only one
bun customers want.
If you'd kept your trap shut,
they could have had it.
You what?
- My trap?
- Who else's?
It was YOU threatening to leave.
And it was YOU who
told the old man.
It's his blessed bun that
brings customers in, Frank.
Without it,
Dyson's Bakery in't worth a light.
We'll just have to make a show
of burying the hatchet,
and hope the old codger sees sense.
Now then, Bill.
How are you doing?
I'm all right, thanks.
Who are you?
Claude.
Don't you remember me?
Claude Greengrass.
You're here to see me?
No, no. I've come to deliver
a load of topsoil.
Well, somebody's coming to see me.
That'll probably be
Frank and Cliff, won't it?
- Frank and who?
- Frank and Cliff, your sons.
Oh. Well, you're here first,
so come along inside.
No, I can't. I'm working.
I'm on a job.
- Job?
- Yes! I've got to unload this lot.
What is it?
I've told you, it's topsoil
for the vegetable garden.
I haven't got a garden.
It's round the back.
It's a big 'un.
Nobody told me.
They're probably try
to keep to it a secret.
It's round there.
You can't miss it.
What did I tell you?
Here's your lads.
I'd better get on.
You're not going to
leave me with them!
You can't get in here!
Stay with your lads.
Look, I've got some work to do, Bill.
Stop mucking about.
How's it going, Claude?
Not too bad, Cliff.
And how's Dad?
Has Matron put t'kettle on?
Come on, then.
Is the old lad firing on
one or all four today?
He didn't know who I was.
Aye, that's the way he is.
Some days, he could still
be running the business,
others he can't be trusted
to cross the road. Weird.
Yeah.
Constable Rowan, how are you?
I'm very well. How are you?
Fine, thanks.
Sore. But among angels.
Are you here to see me?
Yeah. I've to make a
report on the incident.
That's a bind for you.
All part of the job.
Well, I'll help if I can,
but there's not a lot to say.
- You've seen the copse?
- Yeah.
There's a lot of tree cover
and I got too far round.
It's my own stupid fault.
Too eager.
Been losing two lambs a week.
Jeff Keen the same.
Could have cost us dear
if we'd missed the chance.
- So you got careless?
- Over-eager, I said.
Right.
For the record, what happened?
Well, we went down into the copse.
I was on the extreme right,
which meant I was on the lower ground.
And the moment the shot was fired,
could you see the others?
No idea.
My eyes were fixed straight ahead.
- Go on.
- Uh I heard Tom shout,
raised my sights
next thing I was on the floor.
Do you think it was a
direct hit or a ricochet?
Hard to say.
Doesn't really matter.
As I said, I was stupid.
And lucky.
The doctors say four inches lower
that could have been fatal.
Somebody up there must love me.
Surprising, though,
seven experienced guns
all making such a hash of it.
I've drawn a plan.
No.
If anyone made a mistake,
it was me.
No witch hunt, okay?
However it happened,
it was my fault.
You talked to everyone
who was there?
Yes, sarge. They gave
more or less the same story.
A stray bullet.
I just wondered, sarge.
What?
Whether we should get Ballistics
to look at the guns?
Find out which one fired the shot?
Well, does it matter?
It's been agreed.
Ealham got himself
into the line of fire.
Yeah. Yeah.
But Ealham agrees
it was an accident.
And there's nothing in
here to prove otherwise.
So wrap it up and forget about it.
Eat it! Don't play with it.
I thought you liked it, David?
- Another cup?
- No.
- Jeff?
- What?
See you later.
STIFLED SOBS
GASPING SOBS
KNOCKING
Come on, eh?
Hello, Claude!
Bill! What are you doing here?
Visiting.
Visiting who?
You, you barmpot.
Aren't you going to let me in?
Aye, yeah. Come on.
- How did you get here?
- I hitched it.
Hitched it?
Do they know you're out?
- Were it you I spoke to t'other day?
- Yeah. Why?
Somebody said it were.
My memory's been
playing me tricks.
What are you doing tonight?
Why? Do you want to take me out?
No, nothing really.
Just falsifying a few of
my accounts as usual.
Why?
Cliff and Frank probably only
trying to do their best for you.
If you think that,
then you know nowt.
There's only one thing they
want to do with Dyson Bakery
and that's to destroy it.
Destroy it? How?
By splitting it down t'middle.
Well, if they don't get on much,
it's probably for the best.
I mean, it's not the
end of the world, is it.
It's the end of my world.
All I've built up.
Those little toerags.
They'd rather smash it up
than rub along together.
Hey I think this drink's
going to my head.
Probably a bit out of practice.
Mind you, I tell you summat,
you're speaking more sense
with it than you were without.
I'm sorry. I couldn't get away.
Doesn't matter.
You're here now.
- I like your dress.
- Thank you.
I'll collect some glasses.
That's ambitious of you.
So how did it taste?
Well, you're obviously
a natural, Dad.
- You all right, Mr. Dyson?
- Champion.
Good. When are we going to get
some Aidensfield buns again?
When Frank and Cliff stop fighting.
Ooh. Wait until I see them.
This recipe, Bill.
You've got it somewhere
safe, have you?
Safest place there is, Claude.
- How was he?
- A bit down, I think.
But he's cooked
himself a proper meal.
Progress.
He's never done a
thing in the kitchen.
It was always Mum's job.
Yeah. It would be.
I think I'd better go back there
this weekend. Give him a hand.
- I can't help this, Nick.
- No, I know.
I'm relying on you
to stay cheerful.
Did you finish your
report on the shooting?
Yeah. Well, the paperwork at least.
What do you mean?
You don't think it is finished?
Well, lots of jobs
get left in the air.
And you can't shake this one off?
- Night.
- Night, love.
Jeff?
Night.
Can you check on
David as you go by.
I shan't be long myself.
You are a gentleman, Claude.
That's why I've listened
to what you said.
And what you said made me think.
- What about?
- My secret recipe.
I mean, supposing I did forget it?
Supposing it didn't come back
to me again? It's gone, in't it?
Aye, it'd be gone all right.
Dyson's Original Aidensfield Bun
gone for ever.
So I've written it down.
- Written it down? Where?
- On this beer mat.
I want you to keep it
safe for me, Claude.
Are you all right?
You've been looking worried to
death since you got that letter.
Yeah. It came as a bit of a shock.
Is there anything I can do?
You've been a great help already.
I can do more.
Your dad's badmouthing me as it is.
Forget him. I keep my own time.
And I prefer to spend it here,
if that's all right with you.
Yeah. It is.
Good.
MAN: Anyone serving?
The nearest pub's five miles away.
He'll wait.
- Nick?
- Yeah?
Suppose a policeman's wife
hears something in confidence
which might help an investigation?
- Policeman's wife, eh?
- It's a hypothetical question.
What, you mean personal
loyalty against public duty?
Yeah.
- Well, it depends how serious it is.
- Hmm.
Is this a practice or for real?
I promised not to say anything.
I didn't think it was
important at the time.
What is it?
Well, it'll be obvious
that I told you.
Well, if it's serious, you should.
When I took Richard Ealham's
two girls to hospital,
Sheila Keen was with him.
Go on.
We arrived outside normal visiting
times and seemed to surprise her.
Anyway, she asked me not to
tell anybody that I saw her there.
Well, did she say why?
She said that if Jeff found out
he might be funny about it.
Hi, Cliff.
I uh, had a drink with
your dad last night.
You can't have.
He's not allowed drink.
I know. Well he got out somehow
and turned up at my place.
Matron never called me.
Well, no harm done. I took him for a
quick 'un and then I took him back.
Mind you, he seemed a bit anxious
about his recipe for Aidensfield buns
ending up in the wrong hands.
- Oh, aye?
- So he gave it to me.
You what?
Well, with his memory going
and coming, you know,
he probably thought he
liked to give it to somebody
he could trust to take care of it.
- You? You've got his recipe?
- Yeah.
Show me.
- Well
- Show me.
- It's a bit difficult.
- You're a liar, Claude.
Am I? Well, it's no good taking
any notice of me, then, is it?
Hold on, hold on.
Er look.
Prove it and we could talk.
What about?
About returning it
to its rightful owner.
- Aye, and who might that be?
- Me, you daft bat.
- What about your brother Frank?
- Forget Frank.
- Not a word to him.
- Oh.
- Somebody up there must love him.
- That's what he said.
He seemed well.
Itching to be discharged.
He would be. Takes a lot to
make him miss Sunday service.
- You go to chapel?
- Whenever I can. Yeah.
- Jeff, too?
- No.
How long have you known him?
- Mum?
- Richard?
Ten years or so.
And he's been a good neighbour?
Of course. And we to him.
Especially after Daniel's death?
The same as he'd help anybody.
He's a good man.
How did he help Jeff?
In practical ways. With farm
labour, machinery, and so on.
Rather than with
readings from the Bible?
When a child dies, you either
lose your faith or find it.
I found it.
- Did Jeff resent that?
- Of course not.
He was grateful.
Pleased I'd found a way of coping.
The morning of the shooting
I know it was the anniversary
of Daniel's accident.
But could anything
else be troubling Jeff?
I don't think so.
You hadn't quarrelled?
Quarrelled? No.
- Did he say something?
- No.
Then why ask?
Are you trying to pin the
blame for this on Jeff?
I'm just trying to get to the
truth of what happened.
It was a stupid accident.
Richard already said so.
- Did he?
- Well, didn't he?
The surgeon removed a .22 calibre
bullet from Richard's shoulder.
This gun fires that calibre.
Same as others. So what?
Look Sheila, the last thing I want is
to blame anybody for an accident.
Then leave it, can't you.
Don't you think Jeff's
carrying enough guilt as it is.
- I'm sorry.
- No you're not.
If you know any reason why
Richard could have been a target,
you must tell me.
Cause next time,
it might be too late.
Take the gun.
- I'm sorry?
- Take the gun.
DOOR OPENING
What's going on?
- I came for your gun.
- What for?
We need to send it to Ballistics.
Oh.
Sheila didn't think you'd object.
No point, is there?
We'll get it back to you
as soon as possible.
As you like.
You'll be taking Tom's?
Yeah.
Right. Thanks. Bye.
- Now then, Frank.
- Claude, what are you doing here?
I were in the area.
I thought I'd give you the
pleasure of my presence.
Oh, aye?
Well, we don't encourage spectators.
Hygiene and security, you see.
And we wouldn't want any trade
secrets going AWOL now, would we.
You've left it a bit late
for that, I'm afraid.
How do you mean?
I've uh I've got summat
that might interest you.
At a price.
CHOIR SINGS HYMN
Blessings, they say,
come in disguise.
And maybe this was one.
It's very easy to leave
too little time for prayer.
So while I was in hospital,
I cleared the backlog of things
I had to say to our Lord.
That did more for me
than medicines ever could.
They have wonderful drugs now
to cure the sick. But remember,
the most powerful medicine
of all is the power of prayer.
I certainly felt the
force of your prayers.
And I hope all of you
share that feeling with me,
of being held in one another's
love and fellowship.
In that way we can all be the Lord's
messengers bringing comfort and love
in times of need.
I told you we had a lift with Josie.
- What's Rowan doing here?
- I don't know.
Thank you, Simon. I'll do the rest.
- Will you be seeing Jo soon?
- Yeah.
Tell her I haven't forgotten
about the school lectern.
Well I'm sure she knows that.
How can I help you, Mr. Rowan?
We're having a gun
examined by Ballistics.
Why?
We think it'll confirm who shot you.
I've already said I want
the matter forgotten.
- Until the next time?
- Next time?
How would you describe your
relationship with Sheila Keen?
As a good friend.
Nothing more?
Sheila and Jeff have been friends
of mine for over ten years.
But you're closer
to her than to him.
I see more of Sheila because
she comes here, that's all.
You helped her particularly after the
death of their son, I understand?
I tried to help them both.
- In different ways.
- They're very different people.
Sheila was desperate to talk.
Jeff never could.
Well, could he have
mistaken your friendship
with Sheila for something else?
Can we cut this short?
What you mean is, did I take
advantage of a vulnerable woman
and abuse the trust of a friend?
- Well?
- For pity's sake!
What are you trying to do?
Stir up bad blood
where there is none?
If Jeff Keen thought he
had a reason to shoot me
he'd have done it six years ago.
- There you go.
- Cheers, mate.
Rowan? Is that you?
Yes, sarge.
In here. Now.
Mr. Ealham called earlier.
He was wondering how much longer he
has to put up with your harassment.
- He said that?
- No. But that's what he meant.
I'm more convinced than ever
that he was shot deliberately.
- By Jeff Keen?
- Yes, sarge.
Really?
Then you're in for
a disappointment.
Ballistics have just phoned
and they told me
that bullet wasn't fired
from Keen's gun.
See, this is where Ealham fell.
The dog was shot
just here.
I'll take up Keen's position.
See what you think.
Right. I'm Keen.
Ealham Dog.
What do you think?
KNOCKING
- It's only me, Eileen.
- Come in, Claude.
- Summat smells nice.
- They've just come out.
By 'eck. They look good
enough to eat, do they!
I'll say. So who's going
to have the honour?
Don't worry, I've got that sorted.
Spotted an opening, have you?
Something like that.
Perhaps you ought to leave
a couple for Nick to try?
You're joking!
These are going to
be tested by a palate
that hasn't been
poisoned by police tea.
SCOTT JOPLIN:
The Entertainer
There's someone
waiting to see you.
- Where?
- Over there.
Hello, Frank.
A bit parky, isn't it?
I thought we've
got over the worst.
- Sit down.
- Why? What's up.
How much?
- What for?
- For the recipe.
Oh, I It's a bit
difficult, you see.
Cause it's sort of held in trust.
Don't play the flaming oil
can with me. How much?
I'm telling you the truth.
It-it's not easy.
I mean, shouldn't your
brother Cliff be here?
No, and he's not going to be.
Seeing as you're so shy, Claude,
there's my offer in writing.
I'm going to the Gents.
When I come back,
I want an answer.
- I thought I'd find you here.
- Cliff.
- Someone sitting here?
- Not at the moment, no.
What are you having?
- I'm sorry. I was just going.
- Sit down. Sit down.
The proof was in the
pudding, Claude.
What do you want?
- What do you mean?
- For t'recipe.
I I'm sorry.
I can't deal with
I came here to
see you. Sit down.
I've come with an offer.
- Exclusive. No mention to Frank.
- Right.
- Aren't you going to open it?
- I'll deal with it later.
- I want an answer now.
- Yeah, but
- What's up?
- I'm sorry, got to go.
- Frank? What's the game?
- That's my business.
I don't think so, Cliff.
I think it's mine.
BOTH: Does he know?
SCUFFLING AND ARGUING
Trouble, I think.
Oh, no. It's the Dysons.
You stay here. I'll see to it.
Give me a call when you know
what train you're catching back.
Bit of a coincidence,
you two dropping in here
before we could call on you.
It were nowt but a family tiff,
and we've paid for t'damage.
So you've said.
What are you doing here?
Well, he's stolen our
dad's recipe, hasn't he?
- Got him drunk and whipped it.
- Yeah? Well?
Well, dad's not allowed to
drink when he's on the tablet.
Greengrass must have known that.
You said he was seen
writing something down?
- Yes, on a beer mat.
- A beer mat?
Well, as far as I'm aware, lads,
there's no law against accepting
recipes from a drunk.
Come on.
Come on, lad. It's all yours.
There we are. Good boy.
Just going to go for a little walk.
We're just going to
go on a little journey.
Good boy. Sit down. That's lovely.
Off we go. Right.
You kept it!
I know. I know.
You promised me, Sheila!
"I know. I'm sorry."
I just
I needed to keep something to
help me through the bad days.
I just needed it, Richard.
All right. All right. Let's think.
Um He's gone away for the day?
Yeah.
Come over.
We'll decide what to do.
All right.
I'm so sorry, Richard.
All right, all right.
We'll talk when you get over here.
I'll be in the barn all morning.
- Who is this?
- "Just listen."
Jeff Keen just fetched a gun.
It were in a wall.
- A wall?
- It were hidden in t'wall.
Is that Tom?
Tom?
PHONE RINGS
"Give us the recipe and
we give you the dog."
What do you expect
me to do about that?
What do you think?
A bit of coppering!
I mean, that's the same
as kidnapping, in't it?
Like you kidnapped Bill Dyson?
What are you talking about?
He came to me looking
for a bit of solace!
Aye. And drink.
When he gave me that recipe
he were as sane as you and me are.
Well, having said that
Why did he do it, then?
Because he didn't want
Frank or Cliff to have it.
Is that why you've been conducting
a ??? auction between them?
You're wasting valuable time!
My dog's at risk. Come on!
Go and do summat about it.
What sort of a risk?
Dyson's do make meat pies, sarge.
Ha flaming ha.
Well, it strikes me that mutt could be
anywhere by now, couldn't it, Bellamy?
I'm not alerting Interpol while you've
got the answer at your fingertips.
- Richard?
- Sheila, get out!
- Richard?
- Out!
- Leave him.
- Jeff?
- Get away from him.
- Jeff, please.
Shut up!
You knew where to find him, then?
Is this where you do it?
Do what?
It's a bit rough.
Or is that how you like it?
What are you talking about?
Shut up!
That it?
Friend. Mate. Preacher.
- My pal the preacher man!
- Please.
I trusted you.
Please, Jeff
And I trusted you.
For God's sake.
God?
Don't bring Him into it.
I've had enough of Him.
Did He tell you to
write that letter?
Did He tell you to take my wife?
- Eh?
- No.
You don't understand.
Read it!
Or do you know it off by heart?
How long's this been happening?
- Nothing's happening.
- I'm not asking you.
What there was,
was over years ago.
Oh, yeah.
I swear to you it's the truth.
Mr. Ealham?
What about David?
- What about David?
- Is he mine?
Jeff, this is insane.
- Is he mine?
- Yes.
Of course he's yours.
Please, Jeff. Stop this now.
Oh, I'll stop it all right.
There's a bullet for all of us.
You first, you lying, cheating,
sermonising ba
GATE OPENS
- Jeff.
- Keep out of this. Keep back.
Put the gun down.
Please Jeff.
We've had enough tragedy.
It was six years ago.
Stop there.
One more step and he's dead.
I didn't mean it to happen.
- I needed you.
- Liar!
I couldn't reach you.
I had nowhere to go.
Nobody to hold.
I killed my boy.
Wasn't I punished enough?
It was an accident.
The will of God, you mean.
For which we give thanks.
- Don't do this.
- I was there.
- I killed him.
- No, Jeff.
One moment his head
was against my chest.
Don't. Don't.
The smell of his hair.
I love you, Jeff.
Believe me, please.
Your family loves you.
Someone to see you.
Not one of his better
days, I'm afraid.
I'll go and organise a tray of tea.
Thank you, Matron.
Mr. Dyson.
Hello?
You were told about our visit?
Was I? What have I done?
It's nothing to worry about.
Is it an accident?
I do have one or two.
They're very good about it here.
Uh, no.
We're here to see you
get your recipe back.
Oh.
They're here now, sarge.
- Alright, where's my dog?
- You first.
You've got to be joking.
Come on. Let's be seeing him.
- What's he say about the dog?
- The recipe first.
They don't allow dogs.
They make a mess.
- We've cleared it, sir.
- What? The mess?
Let's get on with it.
Give me the recipe, Greengrass.
And now, the dog.
Remember, if you've copied this
with the intention of cheating us,
next time we'll kidnap you
and let the dog decide.
Very amusing. Come on, son.
Come on. Come on, you good lad.
If I find owt wrong with him,
you two had better brace yourselves.
Right. You've got the recipe,
he's got the dog.
Everyone's happy.
I chose this instead of the dog?
Give us strength.
We wouldn't have had all this ???
if you two weren't
scrapping all the time.
Now, if you'd shake hands and agree
to carry on the family tradition,
that recipe could still be yours.
Well?
There you are.
That wasn't so hard, was it?
What do you think, Mr. Dyson?
Here.
Oh, very moving.
Here we are, gentlemen.
- Oh, buns. Very nice.
- And delicious, too.
Cook made them to Mr. Dyson's
own very special recipe.
SCUFFLING AND ARGUING
It's mine! I've got it!
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪