Heartbeat (1992) s07e09 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? ♪
They're all wriggly!
Stop mithering, will you?
Come over here.
I wish we'd brought a torch!
This seems nice and soft.
Better let 'em out.
Now?
No, a week on Wednesday.
Let 'em out, will you?
He still seems so at
sea with everything.
When I rang him this evening
he was looking for his
gardening pullover.
Mum must have put
it away somewhere.
He'll sort himself out.
He needs me, Nick.
You must do what you think is best.
More wine?
No, I've got an early start.
Are they digging in?
I can't see 'em!
They must be doing the job then.
You sure they've all gone under?
I knew we should
have brought a torch!
Hello? Hello?!
Ssh! Be quiet.
Don't leave me!
Ssh! Be quiet!
Who's there?
(SLURRED) I can see you!
There's three of you.
Come on!
What's going on? Who is it?
It's a woman!
I thought I recognised that voice!
You know who it is, don't you?
It's Lord Ashfordly's
sister, Patricia.
Come on, we'd better leave her.
Hey, what are we going to do?
Come on, let's just go!
What if she's dead?
She's not dead,
she's just paralytic!
Come on, somebody'll find her.
What if they don't?
They will! Come on!
(MOANS)
Now, my Auntie Mabel did
that just before she went!
Did she?
You should have gone wi' her.
Please. Come on.
All right, get hold of her!
She's coming round.
Will she be all right?
She fell over all by herself.
I think it's mainly alcohol.
That's what I said.
Come on, let's leave
it to the professional.
Do you have any
idea who she is?
Not really. I think you find she's got
something to do with Ashfordly Hall.
- Ashfordly Hall?
- Huh.
Oh no, thank you, sir.
Goodbye, sir.
Well, it looks like we're in
Lord Ashfordly's good books.
That makes a change.
He's most grateful to you, Rowan,
for driving his sister home last night.
Has Her Ladyship
sobered up then, sarge?
I believe her correct title is the
Honourable Mrs. Patricia Brewster.
Pardon me.
I always think it's a good idea
to observe the proper protocol
when dealing with
their sort of people.
You mean drunks, sarge?
You know exactly
what I mean, Rowan.
Mrs. Brewster is married
to an American millionaire.
She's frequently in the papers.
She was always a lively lass.
I remember her when old
Lord Ashfordly was alive.
Well, I didn't realised that
you've mixed with the gentry
in your youth, Ventress.
She might be gentry,
but she wasn't above
leading the local lads on.
She was a cracker!
You speaking from personal
experience, Alf?
I wasn't always married to
Mrs. Ventress, you know.
Well, she may have been
a cracker in the old days,
but she was a right mess
when Greengrass found her.
Greengrass?
He found her?
He took her to
Maggie Bolton's place.
What was he doing, skulking
around in the middle of the night, eh?
PETER SARSTEDT:
Where Do You Go To My Lovely?
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts
that surround you
I want to look inside your head ♪
Yes?
Good morning, Mrs. Brewster.
I just thought I'd look in and see
how you're feeling this morning.
I'm Maggie Bolton,
the District Nurse from last night.
Oh, yes.
Oh, I see.
For a moment, I thought my wretched
brother had hired some decent help.
I should thank you for rescuing me.
Oh, Claude Greengrass did that.
Oh. I shall have to thank him.
Mrs. Brewster, I don't want to pry.
I'm sure you don't.
But you were very drunk last night.
You blacked out.
Well, I'm sure we all have one
too many from time to time.
It was very good of you to call,
but now you really must excuse me.
Would you mind seeing yourself out?
Goodbye, then.
'Damn it all, Greengrass.'
I'm paying you to get
rid of the little blighters!
They just keep coming back!
Look at the state of this lawn!
This is the third time!
I've done my best, m'lord.
A lot of people think
that foxes are cunning,
but compared to
your average mole
Well, we can't put tennis
nets up on this, can we?
No, Your Lordship.
We might be able to have a
bit of a game of crazy golf.
Just get rid of them, will you?
Come on, Meadows.
I want to take a look at that spinney.
Your father know
you're courting, Stephen?
We're doing nothing
of the sort, Claude!
Ah ya. You must be raving mad then.
I wish I were 50 years younger,
you could be my mother.
Cheek!
Gin and tonic, please.
A large one.
Ice and lemon?
No lemon.
I'm looking for a local chap.
He does some odd jobs for
my brother up at the Hall.
Claude Greengrass?
I gather this is his local?
Yeah. There he is.
That'll be four and ten, please.
- Mr. Greengrass?
- Yes?
I'm Patricia Brewster.
I think I owe you my thanks
and uh, perhaps a drink.
That's very kind of you.
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your
Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel
Yes you do ♪
And the woman said:
Very sporting woman, your mother.
LAUGHTER
Hello, Steve.
Nice set of wheels outside.
Yeah, sitting over
there with Greengrass.
You're a very lucky man.
Well, that's what Sgt Blaketon
said last time he and R
Last time that they
drank together.
Gina, can I have a word in private?
What about?
- About this place.
- I'll make myself scarce, then.
No need.
Well actually, it's about George.
He isn't going to be running
this pub any longer
so we need to
consider the licence.
I know. But
I'm just not sure what
I want to do yet, Nick.
I mean, working for my Uncle
George is one thing, but
I dunno. I've never really seen
myself as a pub landlady.
It's a good opportunity, Gina,
your own boss, your own business.
But we do need to sort
the licence out and soon.
Same again?
Another large G&T in here,
large Scotch and a shandy.
I think you're in danger of
drinking him under the table.
Maybe you should
all slow down a bit.
I beg your pardon?
This is my brother's public house.
Are you refusing to serve me?
No, I was just
And what are you?
The barmaid?
Who is in charge here?
I am.
Mrs. Brewster. PC Rowan.
We met last night.
Oh, yes. Of course.
Let me buy you a
drink too, Constable,
or are you on duty?
Yes. I am on duty. Can you tell
me if that's your car outside?
If you mean the
Austin Healey, yes.
Do you intend driving it home?
Obviously.
Well, in that case, I think you've
had a little bit too much to drink,
don't you, Mrs. Brewster?
No. No, I don't.
And I don't think you
should take it upon yourself
to interfere in
my private affairs.
Oh, when it comes to drunken driving,
the law obliged me to interfere.
I am not drunk.
All I've had is a couple of gins.
She'll tell you!
Clearly you've had a
lot more than that now.
If you do step into that car,
I'm afraid I'll have to arrest you for
driving under the influence of alcohol.
Really?
Listen, I've got an idea.
Why don't you let Steve drive
you home, Mrs. Brewster?
You have had a few and
you wouldn't want to go
crashing that nice car of
yours now, would you.
And he's a good driver,
aren't you, Steve?
Yeah, I'd be happy to help.
Save a lot of trouble
all round, wouldn't it.
Well done, Gina.
You're a born landlady!
I behaved pretty badly, didn't I?
It's one thing I'm really good at.
Well, we all need a talent.
I just can't stand
being told what to do!
Ya, me neither.
But that Nick Rowan is
not a bad bloke, you know.
Policemen!
I did only intend to
have one, though.
That's always fatal.
How did you end up behind the
bar in the Aidensfield Arms?
I'm avoiding the sheep.
Are they after you, then?
My dad farms sheep.
Deepdale Farm.
He wants me to
take over from him.
You know, follow in his footsteps.
But sheep farming is not
exactly my idea of the high life.
You're not Harry Adams' son,
are you?
Yeah.
What, do you know him?
You're a lot like him.
Something must have come up
because he's usually back by now.
I'm really going to have to go.
I thought I'd surprise Dad and
drive over to York and cook supper.
How's he managing?
Oh, you know.
You look pretty
exhausted to me, Jo.
I hope you're not
taking on too much.
Oh, I'm fine.
I've just had a busy day, that's all.
I mean, I know I'm not being
fair to Nick, but what can I do?
Every time I ring up Dad
he's either lost something or
He's lost his wife.
And in the end only he can
come to terms with that.
But I must help him.
Jo, you are!
Perhaps I ought to postpone
my trip at half term.
Why? I can manage.
Don't you want to see Antonin?
Of course I do.
But if you're ??? to York
and you've got Katie to look after
I can manage! Really.
I'll just take Katie
with me, that's all.
I wish I hadn't had all
that whisky yesterday!
You should have stopped that
ladyship from buying it for you then.
I couldn't do that.
It's against my principles.
How are you doing, any good?
Aye, it's that big 'un.
Stick a few of these down, will you.
Come on.
Here. Go on, stick 'em all in.
You may pull the wool
over his Lordship's eyes,
but you don't fool me.
- I've got my sights on you.
- Have you?
You want to save that
for your pheasants.
Though from what I hear
they're going to be a bit
thin on the ground this year.
Says who?
The keeper over at
Sir Henry Bing's place.
He says you'll have a job to find
any birds to shoot on this estate.
Does he, now?
Well, his Lordship's shooting
at Sir Henry Bing's on Sunday.
We'll see how many
birds they can put up!
You going with him, are you?
Course I am!
But I tell you something, Greengrass.
Ashfordly Hall has still got
the best pheasant shooting
in this part of the country.
And all Sir Henry Bing's
money won't alter that.
What a charming room!
Can I offer you some tea?
- Lovely.
- Right.
You were very kind to me,
Mrs. Bolton.
And er I wasn't
exactly appreciative.
But then drunks never are.
It's part of the
the disease.
Are you saying
you're an alcoholic?
So I'm told.
I have a very good
man in Harley Street.
I pay him a lot of money.
He tells me what I don't want to hear.
Would you rather he lied to you?
Perhaps.
Actually, I was hoping you might
be able to do me a small favour.
If I can.
My doctor gives me Valium,
which really does help me get through.
But I've run out.
I thought perhaps you may
know the local chemist
perhaps you could get me some?
You do need a prescription.
I'd be quite prepared to pay.
It's not a question of money.
You need a prescription.
Oh, sorry.
- Jo, you remember Mrs. Brewster?
- Of course.
Please, call me Patricia.
I'll go and put the kettle on.
I see you ride.
Yes, when I can.
That's what I must do.
Get out in the fresh air.
My brother's got a
stable full of horses.
But I hate riding alone.
I don't suppose
you'd care to join me?
Me? Well
You'd be doing me the
most enormous favour.
There you go.
You take your stuff up
and I'll pour you a pint.
Oh thanks, but I don't drink.
Room three, did you say?
That's right.
G&T, Steve. Just a small one.
- Ooh!
- Oh, I'm sorry! I
Hey, Terry? It's Claude.
Look, we're definitely in business.
They're all going.
T'day after tomorrow.
They're going shooting
at Sir Henry Bing's place.
EDDIE COCHRAN:
C'mon Everybody
Well, my favourite's number one
But I'd better count
to three or four
And my house'll be a-shaking from
the bare feet slapping on the floor
Well, when you hear the
music you just can't sit still
If your brother won't rock
then your sister will
Oooh! C'mon everybody!
C'mon everybody! ♪
Are you all right?
You have no right to chase me!
You nearly ran me off
the road back there.
Nonsense!
Have you been drinking?
That is none of your business!
If you wouldn't mind stepping out
of the car, please, Mrs. Brewster?
What if I do mind?
Please, Mrs. Brewster.
I am warning you.
You won't get away with this!
I shall complain to
the Chief Constable!
Well, she reckons it's all your fault.
You've been harassing her.
She's lucky to be alive, sarge.
She was driving too fast.
She's obviously been drinking.
She could hardly walk
in a straight line!
Shall I get the doctor to take a?
Let's not be too hasty, Rowan.
Lord Ashfordly's here, sarge.
Right. Ask him to come in.
Tea up.
You really don't understand how
the world works, do you, Constable?
I understand that
the law applies to you
as much as anyone
else, Mrs. Brewster.
Right, Rowan. That will be all.
Now then, Mrs. Brewster.
I'm releasing you,
but with a caution.
Sarge?
I said that will be all, Rowan.
Come along, my dear.
She's a drunk!
Just cos she's related
to some local nob
That's got nothing to do with it!
I've made my decision.
I don't want to hear any more about it.
She needs help.
And Lord Ashfordly assures
me that she's getting it.
Nick, are you here?
I've been waiting for you for
the last half hour down the pub.
I'm sorry, darling! I forgot.
- Want a cup of tea?
- Please.
I was thinking it's
Saturday tomorrow.
Do you want to go out for
the day just the two of us?
Maybe drive up the coast?
Oh, I can't tomorrow.
What about Sunday?
Oh, I'm on duty.
You don't have to see
your dad every Saturday!
I'm not. I said I'd go
riding with Mrs. Brewster.
Mrs. Brewster?
Yeah, look. Lord Ashfordly
has some really good horses.
It would be awkward to cancel it.
Why?
Well, it's a question of
good manners, really.
Well, that's not something
I'd associate with her.
- Patricia's all right.
- Oh, Patricia, is it?
Look, I like her.
And it's not often that I get the
chance to ride a really good horse.
And you'd rather do that
than spend the day with me?
I've already agreed!
Looks like you inherited some of
your parents snobbery after all.
What?!
I'm sorry, Jo.
I've had a bad day, that's all.
Oh, yes, and you,
how you're feeling.
That's always the most
important thing, isn't it?
You are selfish and arrogant, Nick!
And I would rather go riding tomorrow
than spend the day with you.
And what about marrying me.
Perhaps you like to
pass on that too?
Yeah! Perhaps I would!
This is brilliant!
I should have thought
of this before!
You never said you
were such a good rider!
I used to know every
inch of these hills.
Used to ride in all weathers.
That can't have changed that much.
No. It's me that's changed.
Let's not think about that today.
Lovely day!
She'll come round.
Yeah, maybe.
You should never have made an issue
of her going riding with that woman.
If that's the kind of people
she wants to mix with
I can't compete with all that.
Jo is kind.
She always sees the best in people.
And she hasn't seen the side of
this Mrs. Brewster that you had.
And you haven't explained
any of that to her, have you?
I expect you're right.
I've got to go into York on
Monday to do some shopping.
I thought I might pop in and
see how Mr. Weston's doing.
- What do you think?
- Yeah, why not.
It's her worries about her father that
are her real problem, you know.
Well, I'm not sure I can
compete with him, either.
When I was young,
my father stopped me from marrying.
So when I was 21, I went out and
married a vulgar American playboy
just to spite him.
Are you still married?
He wants to divorce me
but it'd cost him too much.
What about you?
I'm engaged.
To the local policeman,
Nick Rowan.
Ahhh. Nice looking.
He's not exactly what my
parents wanted for me, either.
Well, parents aren't always
wrong about these things.
Do you know Harry Adams?
Slightly.
Hello, Harry.
I met your son the other day.
Maybe he mentioned it.
No.
No, he never did.
I'm famished!
I thought you'd buck up,
once you got some fresh air.
I'm going over to Bing's
tomorrow for a couple of days.
- Are you going to be all right?
- Of course.
You know what I'm saying, Patty.
Stay off the sauce.
I thought I might ask Harry Adams and
his wife to dinner when you get back.
Harry Adams? Whatever for?
Don't be ridiculous!
I need company, Charlie!
Friends.
But not Adams.
Anyway, he wouldn't come.
I bumped into him today.
He was very friendly.
He's got a damned cheek!
Oh, for goodness sake!
That was all 20 years ago!
Patty, I have to live here.
These people are my tenants.
I tell you one thing living in
America has done for me.
Cured me of English
class-snobbery!
It's not a question of snobbery.
It's social etiquette.
He'd feel uncomfortable,
poor fellow.
You'd feel uncomfortable.
You're not inviting
him and that's that!
Look, I've got things to do.
I'll see you at dinner.
Hope you don't mind
me trespassing again?
Sorry I was so tongue-tied
this morning.
Thought I'd seen a ghost.
Surely I don't look that bad!
I never thought you'd
come back to Yorkshire.
Neither did I.
Hello, Terry!
Hello, Claude.
This shoot at Sir Henry whatnot's.
It's definitely on, then?
Aye. Apparently, they're going
to be away for a couple of days.
Grand! I'll need to see
the lie of the land though.
Aye, we'll do that first thing.
Where is he Alfred!
Come back here! Come here!
What's all that?
I don't know. Probably a
hiker or a twitcher or summat.
They're a flaming nuisance.
Good deal of money at stake here.
Rival syndicates
with an eye our patch.
Security is a matter
of some concern.
Well, you don't think he's
Well, you never know!
Best keep an eye open.
Steve is the eldest.
I've got two others,
Anna and Philip.
- You?
- Kids?
No.
We were always travelling.
The social whirl, you know.
Max inherited a fortune
and he's determined to spend
it or perish in the attempt.
I used to read about
you sometimes.
My wife's magazines.
Having such a grand time.
God, how I hated my father!
All his blue-blooded
pride and pomposity!
He just wanted you
to be happy, Patricia.
But he were right,
we were far too young to marry.
He just wanted me
to do what I was told.
I was um
speaking about you to my brother.
We're having a few people over
for drinks tomorrow evening.
He wondered if
you'd care to join us?
Well
Well, that's very kind, but
Harry, times have changed, surely?
Where you've been, maybe.
But not so much round here.
It was just a thought.
You know, Patricia
If you were
ever in any trouble,
or you needed owt
You've done well, Claude.
I've been doing a bit of
moling for His Lordship.
I've been here practically every day
this weekend!
Well, it's time we made
some real brass, eh!
Alfred!
Hey! You go and put a bit of string
on him or summat, will you!
What's the matter with him?
This is going to be a
neat little job, Claude!
And I've got to get to a telephone,
line up some troops.
Right.
David!
Where's he gone? David!
I'll put a bit of string on you!
David!
Nice dog.
Alfred? David!
Is that your dad?
Mr. Greengrass?!
No.
Can I?
I'll see you in a couple of days.
Any problems,
give me a call at Bing's.
Come on, old thing.
You'll be all right!
Don't fuss, Charlie.
I'm not a child!
Right on time! Good!
What did I tell you?
Hey, that's a bit of luck.
Her Ladyship's going wi' him.
Now all we need is a back
way in for our vehicles.
No problem. Come on.
I can't believe that this place
hasn't been hit before!
I know. We're a bit out
of the way up here.
Dawn tomorrow, Claude.
We'll put Ashfordly Hall on the map!
PETER SARSTEDT:
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are
all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds
and pearls in your hair
Yes, there are
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Max sent you, didn't he?
You're working for Max!
- Sorry?
- I won't be intimidated, you know.
He's put private detectives
on me before.
But I can make life very
uncomfortable for you.
Very uncomfortable indeed!
"Are you saying your husband is in
the habit of having you followed?"
Yes! And I've seen this fellow
before, when I was out riding.
And then today he was
watching the house!
I saw the binoculars
round his neck.
When I confronted him, he was
pretending to repair his bicycle.
I think I've seen him in
the Aidensfield Arms, too.
- It could be just a coincidence.
- So, now I'm paranoid too, am I?
No-one is suggesting that,
Mrs. Brewster.
My husband is a very
rich man, Sergeant.
He wants a divorce,
but he doesn't want to pay for it.
So he's hoping to portray
me as the guilty party.
I may be a lot of things.
But I'm not that.
I'm sure you're not,
Mrs. Brewster.
And if this man is harassing you,
on his own or on your
husband's account
we'll certainly look into it.
And put a stop to it.
Thank you, Sergeant.
I shall mention how helpful you've
been to the Chief Constable
next time I see him.
That's very kind of you,
Mrs. Brewster.
"Right, Rowan, you'd better
find this joker and fast!"
"Sarge"
"I want no stone left unturned."
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sarge."
Harry?
It's me, Patricia.
You said if I was in trouble,
if I needed anything
He's never a private detective, Nick.
He's too nervy.
Well, who can tell, Gina?
Perhaps he's heavily in disguise.
Ah, Mr. Potter.
What do you want?
I haven't done anything!
Come in.
I'm afraid we started without you.
You all right?
I am now.
Charlie's gone shooting.
So, I thought I'd take the opportunity
of inviting a few old friends.
I don't understand.
You phoned me this morning,
said someone was following you.
Oh, they are!
Now, what you need
is a glass of champagne!
What's going on, Patricia?
There's no-one else here!
It seems I don't have
too many old friends.
Never mind.
What shall we drink to?
So Mr. Potter,
you're not a private detective
and you weren't
following Mrs. Brewster?
Only I had a puncture.
She stopped the car and
started to threaten me.
I didn't know who she was.
But you have been
following someone.
That's why you were near
Ashfordly Hall, isn't it?
They're planning a burglary of
some sort. I overheard them.
What? At Ashfordly Hall?
They said they couldn't believe
it had never been hit before.
By dawn tomorrow, they were
going to put it on the map.
Do you remember when I got married?
As I walked out of the
church on Max's arm,
I saw your face in the crowd.
You looked so desolate.
It were a long time ago.
I've never stopped loving you.
My son's been telling me
you've got yourself
into quite a mess.
Drink and the like.
You need some proper help.
I need you.
- If we could only
- Don't be ridiculous!
No one can turn the clock back.
And I wouldn't want to!
Stay with me!
Stay here, just for tonight.
Patricia, don't please.
It'll spoils everything.
Once I get a divorce,
I will be a millionaire.
And then we can make up
for all the time we've lost.
Look, I've got a wife
and a family that I love!
Harry, I'm begging you, don't go!
You're my last chance!
I swear I'll kill myself!
You cannot do this
to me, Patricia!
- Hello, Nick.
- Hello, Maggie.
Peace offering.
I'll leave you to it.
I'm sorry, Jo.
I've got no right to pick on your
friends, whoever they may be.
Yeah. I'm sorry, too.
But I'm not a snob, Nick.
- I know. I know.
TELEPHONE RINGS
Hello? Patricia.
I wonder if you fancy coming over?
"I'm having a drink or two."
To tell you the truth, Jo,
I could do with some company.
I'm sorry Patricia, I can't.
I'm busy this evening.
Yes. I've got someone with me.
THE SEARCHERS:
Take Me For What I'm Worth
Don't try and understand me
You never could do that
Ah, in the end you wind up
being hurt
I'm a man with too many problems
That keep pounding on my brain
So if you want me
you take me for what I'm worth
(If you want me
you take me for what I'm worth)
I don't pretend to be a saint
My sins they are many
But there's no one
perfect in this universe
And though you think I'm weird
Don't try and change me, dear
Cause if you want me
you take me for what I'm worth
(If you want me
you take me for what I'm worth)
Hear a howling wind
outside my door
There's restlessness within
Oh, I'm like a rain cloud
that one day may burst
We both know I'll be leaving
And one little tear you grieve
practically kicked the door down!
There was no reply so I called you.
No staff?
No. She says she's giving
everyone the night off.
His Lordship's away.
Mrs. Brewster?
Patricia?
Jo?
Better call an ambulance.
What do you think?
Oh, it's hard to say.
There could have been 30 to
40 tablets in those bottles.
If she took them all, then,
she very serious about wanting
to do away with herself.
I'm going to the
hospital with Harry.
"I remember the night old Lord
Ashfordly came to see my father."
Those days, most important
thing was, know your place.
And he told my father straight.
It weren't fitting for his daughter
to marry the son of a tenant farmer.
My father agreed with him.
Did you love her very much?
Oh, yeah.
But I was only 19.
She was shipped off to Switzerland
to some finishing school.
I got on with my life.
Next I heard she was to
marry some rich American.
She'd have been
better off with you.
No. I don't think so, really.
She were a lovely girl,
but she were spoilt.
She weren't brought
up to work for a living.
She just thought the rest world
were there for her amusement.
Looks like she's
going to pull through.
Oh, thank God!
Harry um
Thank you for raising the alarm.
Awful business.
It may not be for me
to say, your Lordship,
but she needs some
proper professional help.
Psychiatrist or whatever.
Yes, indeed. It's all in hand.
I'm very grateful.
"Come on, David. We'll be there
about midnight if we don't hurry up."
He likes me, your dog.
Yeah, well, he'll eat owt.
Hey! Come on, son! Come on!
What are you doing,
hanging about here, anyroad?
Thought we could
have a bit of a chat.
Did you?
Well, you're out of luck.
I've got an appointment.
In any case, this is private
property, so hop it.
What time do you call this?
Don't start! We had to wait
about half an hour for this lot.
Aye!
I was beginning to think
that you'd got lost!
Been a lot easier if you'd just
told us where the shoot was to be!
Oh, didn't I mention it?
The Ashfordly Estate.
Best shooting in the county, sir.
Splendid!
Will Lord Ashfordly be joining us?
Uh, not from what he
was saying last night, no.
Well, anything?
No, sarge. I've checked
round the back, too.
Maybe all the activity
last night put them off?
Maybe.
We'll give them a bit longer.
What do you reckon, sarge?
Well, it's your information, Rowan.
What do you reckon?
We've been led up
the garden path!
Looks like Lord Ashfordly, sarge.
Blaketon?
What's going on?
Well, the information
seemed reliable, sir.
Ashfordly Hall was
clearly the target.
You've been very thorough, Blaketon.
I'm grateful.
(GUNSHOTS)
Over there. Come on!
I always said Greengrass
is a poacher not a burglar!
They're over here, Your Lordship!
Damned cheek!
Lay down your guns!
What's the meaning of this?
I'll have you know, sir, we've paid
good money for a day's shooting!
Not to me, sir, you haven't!
Nice of you not to
run us over, Claude.
I'm glad I went over to Aidensfield.
A change of scene is
often the best medicine.
Indeed.
When I lost my husband,
I remember thinking, what on
earth do I do with myself now?
I felt abandoned.
I know what you mean.
Jo's been very
helpful to me though,
coming over, keeping me company.
She's got a very good heart,
your daughter.
I know.
I hope you don't think
I'm taking advantage of it?
I'm sure no-one would
blame you, if you were.
I want Jo to be happy, you know.
She's got her whole
life ahead of her.
I don't want her
worrying about me.
Hard for her and Nick not
to in the circumstances.
My wife was never sure about Nick.
But he seems a pretty
solid chap to me.
I think they'll make
a go of it, don't you?
Yes, I think so.
I am telling you the truth!
He said he were a land surveyor
and he'd give me a few quid
if I showed him about a bit.
You don't seriously expect me to
believe that, do you, Greengrass?
You, no. Anybody else, yes.
We're going to find your
partner in crime, Greengrass.
And when we do, you're going
to be for the high jump!
How are you feeling?
Flowers. How quaint.
You don't smoke, do you?
I'd sell my soul for a cigarette.
No, sorry.
Last night, when you phoned,
I'm sorry. I
I don't want your pity.
Or your guilt.
I never expected Harry
to come back, you know.
He was worried about you.
Oh, I can't think why.
I mean nothing to him any more.
Take a tip from me, Jo.
You're only young once.
Be selfish and enjoy it.
And don't let anyone
tell you what to do.
KNOCK ON DOOR
- Yes?
Sarge?
There's no-one at Greengrass'
place apart from Mr. Potter here.
We checked the rendezvous point.
There's nothing.
And all our sporting gentlemen seems
to know about Greengrass's accomplice
is that he comes from Leeds!
Are you going to
release him, then, sarge?
I think I'll have to.
But I thought I could
Ah, yes. Mr. Potter would like to
have a word with Greengrass, sarge.
There's a young man here
who's come to pray for your soul.
What?
What exactly are you up to?
I've got a feeling it's
down to you I'm in here!
I just wanted you to repent!
I just wanted you to
Do you remember Betty Sampson?
She was a barmaid in
Whitby 20 years ago.
What about it?
She was my mother.
She put me up for adoption.
I'm training for the priesthood.
Are you?
W W-What's it got to do with me?
Before I commit myself
to my Heavenly Father,
I wanted to find out who
my real earthly father was.
Hey, hang on!
You're not suggesting
I'm called Graham now.
But when I was born,
she called me Claude!
Did she?
This your idea of
a joke, Blaketon?!
You can't nick me fair and square,
so you had to set him on me!
We're not joking, Greengrass.
I think the discovery
of your long lost son
is something you should
take very seriously indeed.
He's not my son!
Betty Sampson!
I mean, you must remember
Betty Sampson, Alf?
Let's face it,
he could be anybody's!
Anybody's?
I don't think the lad necessarily
needs to hear that, Claude!
Well, I didn't start it, was it!
Hang on a minute.
Am I being nicked or not?
You're free to go
for the time being.
Thank you very much.
I'm sorry, lad.
The point is your mother
was a very nice woman.
It's just that she had a
bit of a friendly disposition.
Do you think he is his son, sarge?
If he is, he has all my sympathy.
You've made a good
life for yourself, Jo.
I'm really pleased about that.
Your mother would be, too.
I've been thinking, Dad.
- Now that you're on your own
- Yes! Well, I've been thinking too.
In fact, I've been
making a few plans.
I spent a lot of time in the
Far East during the War.
And I've always wanted to go back
but your mother never fancied it.
But now
Now, I've got some money
put by and I thought,
now's the time to do
it before I get too old.
What do you think?
Wouldn't you mind
travelling all on your own?
No, I don't think I would.
I can suit myself,
go at my own pace.
In fact, I'm rather
looking forward to it!
I wouldn't go before
the wedding, of course.
I think it's a wonderful idea, Dad.
I really do.
Hey!
My two favourite girls
in the whole world.
I popped over to see
Dad this afternoon.
We were saying it's about time
we fix a date for the wedding.
Our wedding?
Are you still planning
on marrying me, then?
Oh, I'm planning to marry you.
Who are you planning to marry?
Heartbeat
Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?
Heartbeat
Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪