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