♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪
RINGING
- Aidensfield Police? - Katie, I've told you!
Sorry about that.
Rowan! I won't comment on the obvious. I haven't got time.
Just get yourself up to the Aidensfield Road
and keep a lookout for a grey van.
Registration Juliet Tango November one-zero-one.
A tobacco wholesalers' in Malton has just been raided.
Looks like the villains are headed our way.
Now Ventress and Bellamy, they're covering the Whitby Road.
Right, sarge.
"And be careful. They left a young clerk with a fractured skull."
On my way, sarge.
You! You'll get me in trouble with my sergeant! Come on.
Ah! Lovely day.
Aye, it is.
Right. All set?
- You go. - Oh. You're not coming?
Hey, we can go to that tea shop.
Make pigs of ourselves, eh?
You go. You can do some painting.
I don't have to.
Would you rather go to Whitby?
Have a walk up to the Abbey?
Look. You go and have a nice walk. I might go later.
Okay. Just remember to stay out of people's way around here.
- They've got work to do, yeah? - I will!
The idea for us coming away like this was
for me to get to know her a bit better.
It looks like you're doing that.
She misses her mum.
We both do.
It's only natural.
A walk will do you good. And she'll be no trouble.
It's nice to have a lass around the place instead of hulking great men!
Right.
- What's up? - Are they waiting for us?
- Could be. Turn round. - What?
I know a back road over Aidensfield way.
It's a doddle, you said! You promised!
You say summat?
Nowt, Ned. Nowt.
That one from Canada?
Aye. Thick 'un, and all.
She must have plenty to tell you.
Are you going after your dad, love?
Erm, yeah.
He's gone up over Keller Moor, I think.
Right. Thanks.
Got you a packed lunch inside. Come and get it.
There's another 'un. What are we gonna do?
Turn off. Quick!
Shut it up. They're checking the back roads!
You'll regret that smart remark.
Now keep going!
- But what if... - Just do it!
♪ The look of love
♪ is in your eyes
♪ A look your heart
♪ can't disguise
♪ The look of love
♪ is saying so much more
♪ than just words could ever say
♪ And what my heart has heard
♪ Well, it takes my breath away
♪ I can hardly wait to hold you
Is that how they do it in Liverpool then?
What?
Throw stones at lads to pick 'em up.
I wasn't trying to pick you up.
Oh, right!
Cos I was just going to say, that's how we do it round here, and all.
You don't!
Aye, it's alright!
I mean, saves a lot of stupid, pointless conversation, you know.
'My mate fancies you,' and all that.
You just... hurl a rock!
You're daft too!
Aye.
You're not out wi' your dad today then?
No. Boring.
What are you doing?
Finishing this, then going to work on t'cottage.
Cottage?
Ah yeah. It's an old place up there.
Doing it up to live in.
Nice!
- Fancy coming and have a look? - Yeah.
SINGING AND SHOUTING
Dad!
Mrs. Watkins said you'd phoned.
- I need your help, Jo. - Why? What's happened?
They've asked her to go in hospital for tests, just for a couple of days.
She won't go. She absolutely refuses.
- Well, tests for what? - I don't know!
She went to see the neurologist
and he said it's the only way to sort things out.
And she said she won't?
We can't go on like this! I just can't cope.
You must persuade her. Please, she'd listen to you.
- I doubt it. - She would!
You wouldn't say that if you'd heard her that last time I was home.
Please.
All right. I'll come over straight after school.
Who is this mate of yours, anyway?
He's not a mate of mine, it's just somewhere to hole up
till the police think we've past them.
- Can we trust him, Ned? - (LAUGHS)
Hello, Claude. Long time no see.
I heard you were out.
Yeah, they don't keep you in forever, even for GBH.
What are you doing these days,
still profiting from the Ashfordly Estate?
I got the odd bird or two, if you want any.
Oh, that'd be nice!
- Ten quid do you for a brace? - Ten quid?
Yeah. Then me and my mate will wait here while you pluck 'em for us.
Hang on. Wha-What are you up to?
Look, we've got to stick this van away somewhere. In there, perhaps.
Look, I'd like to help you, Ned...
Oh, that's all right, then!
You can't put it in there. There's no room!
Have you got something in there you don't want us to see?
Don't talk daft!
Oh, aye!
It's... It's only wine. I make my own.
Oh, wow! We could manage a glass or two of that.
We can stick the van round the back of the barn.
Now take that tarpaulin. Keep it hidden from prying eyes.
Hang on a minute. If you've been up to summat,
I couldn't stand the aggravation.
I'll make it fifteen quid.
And you can keep the bird.
- It's burnt out, sarge. - "Did anyone see anything?"
Jim Metcalfe, who farm's up the road, saw smoke,
by the time he got here there was no one about.
Well, they must have had another van handy for the switchover.
"See if anyone has spotted a strange vehicle in the area."
Yeah, will do, sarge.
It's lovely!
Not yet, it isn't. It will be.
Don't you like living in the farmhouse?
I'd rather have a place of my own.
Wish I could!
You get on with your dad, don't you?
He's okay.
But it's been awful, since my mum died.
He never leaves me alone.
It's 'where are you going?', 'when will you be back?',
'have you done your homework?'.
Aye, well, that's parents for you.
Do you want to give me a hand with the rest of the stuff?
Yeah.
MOTOR ENGINE
Hey, hey! It's the village bobby. You'd better get lost.
What are you going to say?
Shut up and get rid of him!
All right, but I want you two out of it the minute he's gone.
Alright.
Now then, Nick.
Afternoon, Claude.
You been on Birley Moor, the last day or so?
No. Why?
Well, someone set fire to a van up there.
Well, what are you doing here? It's got nowt to do with me.
I didn't say it had.
But we know the van was used in a robbery.
Looks like they switched vehicles up there.
Did they? I haven't been anywhere near there.
- All right, fair enough. - What...what were taken?
Cigarettes from a warehouse.
They left someone with a fractured skull.
See you, then.
MOTORBIKE STARTS UP
I'm not changing my mind for you or anyone else.
And don't say you weren't sent round, because I know your father.
But, Mum...
I'm not listening!
I've been to Dr. Macmillan, I've been to the optician
and I've been to this neurologist chap.
And I'm not wasting any more time.
If you'd just go and have the tests...
I don't need tests!
I'm better. Much better.
The headaches have gone?
More or less.
Back in a minute.
Mum, are you sure?
The other thing about going into hospital...
Is what?
Well, if the tests find nothing, they might think it's all in my mind!
They might think...
Well, I wouldn't want them to think it was mental.
You know, put me on tranquillisers or something!
- Mum! - Well, you can laugh!
I get quite scared about it, sometimes.
I'm different from you, Jo.
I'm more highly strung.
Oh, I see. I'm a pudding, I suppose.
No. You're like your father's side of the family. Sensible.
I don't know, perhaps I am going mad.
Mum. You're not going mad.
You're just frightened because you don't know what's wrong.
That's why you've got to have the tests.
Whatever they do or don't find, it's better than not knowing.
FOOTSTEPS
I think she's coming round to the hospital idea, Dad.
Am I?
Yes! You and I are not that different, Mum.
You can be quite sensible too.
Yes. And you, my girl, are about as stubborn as your mother!
So you'll go?
Only if it'll stop the two of you fussing over me any longer!
And you can stop smiling!
Quite like old times the two of you in cahoots,
getting round me.
I didn't want any part of this!
You want to go easy with that stuff.
Yeah. You said it were gonna be easy!
All we had to do was get through the warehouse doors into the van,
drive it away, and we're laughing.
When are you going to stop carping?
You must have known somebody would be there.
Yeah, but he shouldn't have been a hero.
And you just happened to have that tyre lever, eh?
Why did I ever listen to you?
Need a light, Claude?
No! I need my head examining!
I knew you'd be summat.
I should have turned you in to that copper.
Well, you didn't! So you're in as deep as we are.
Hey, don't start that game! This has got nowt to do with me.
We're waiting here till it's dark.
All right, so long as you get going then.
I'm pleased you agree with me, Claude.
I'd hate to cause you pain when you've been so hospitable.
Here you are, then!
You'll get a bob or two for those. Pay for our keep.
Did you go far today?
No, just up on the moors. Did a spot of painting.
I saw your picture.
You've got a talent for it.
Application, more like.
I've been doing it since I was a lad.
Well, you certainly get the views for it around here.
Mm, it's one of the reasons I came.
I mean, where I was today was just...
Oh! It was just exactly the same as the last time I was here.
When was that?
Last year of the War. I was billeted in the village.
Really?
I was away driving an ambulance then, in York.
My sister was here, though.
- You could have met her. - Aye! What was her name?
Ruth Philpott.
Yes! Yes, I think I met her!
- Where is she now? - Vancouver.
She married a Canadian airman after the war.
Did Cathy catch up with you this morning?
No. Probably didn't try too hard.
Does your uh... does your son Stephen have a girlfriend?
Nobody special.
Cathy's not shown any interest in boys yet.
Finding your way around okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, nothing much seems to have changed since I was last here.
- Oh, aye? - Twenty years is no time round here.
Good job it's just a salad. It'll keep for her.
Does your dad let you out at night?
Of course.
Where do you go?
Usually the pictures, bowling. There's a gang of us.
Bet he doesn't let you have boyfriends, does he?
He doesn't know everything.
Oh!
WHINING
I thought you said you were going when it got dark.
I didn't know stupid here was going to get legless.
Hey, it's empty, is this!
Come on, Claude, you're not much of a host, are you?
You have had enough!
All right, all right.
Er, Claude, where's the, erm...
You're not going to be sick, are you?
Uh-uh. No, I'm fine. Absolutely fine.
It's outside, in the yard.
Right, cheers.
What do you put in that stuff?
It's pretty potent.
I stick in half a bottle of vodka to give it a bit of a gee up.
No wonder he can hardly stand, let alone drive!
Well, why don't you drive?
- None of your business! - I bet you can't, can you?
Why don't you shut up!?
CRASH AND YELL
YELLING
What are you playing at, screaming and shouting like that?
Get it off my foot!
It just collapsed. It's knackered, like everything else around here!
- Hey, this is heavy! - I know!
Oh, shut up, will you? Let me help you.
What were you doing, mucking about in here anyway?
I'm just trying to get some of that double X stuff from there.
Serves you right, then, don't it?
I think I've bust it!
This is your fault, Claude!
What are you talking about?
I didn't want you here in the first place!
There's no way he can drive with that foot.
I knew summat like this were going to happen!
I must be out of my tiny mind.
I've checked all around. They're not here.
You say you last saw her this afternoon?
Aye. She were up at t'cottage.
- Which cottage? - The one Stephen's doing up.
Don't worry, Mr. Thompson. She'll come to no harm with him.
Yeah, but I mean, if they're spending the entire day together...
I'll go up and see if they're still there.
Well, he's no flaming right to take her up to his cottage.
She's only a child.
- How was she? - Scared of going into hospital.
No, I meant with you.
Better than last time.
Well, good.
Actually... quite nice, in fact.
But we didn't talk about weddings.
Ah, well, she'll come round.
I don't know.
Well, she'd better!
Or I'll have to kidnap you and take you to Gretna Green.
TELEPHONE RINGS
Aidensfield Police.
Hello, yes. I'm sorry to bother you.
It's my daughter. She's gone missing.
I'll be glad when I get away to university.
Then I'll have a place of my own, like you.
I'm going abroad.
You? Leave the farm?
I thought you'd just live there forever.
Bring up lots of rosy-cheeked children.
No. I want to go to Canada.
Canada?
Yeah. I mean, just for a holiday, at first.
But, if I like it, I might stay.
Sounds exciting!
Yeah, well. I just want to do summat with my life,
instead of spending it hanging round t'farm.
What are you going to do?
Depends.
I could get married and still go to university if I want.
There are plenty of ways of stopping babies happening, you know.
You know, I pity the bloke who takes you on!
I mean, he's not going to know what's hit him!
Don't laugh at me!
I thought I could talk to you.
I'm not! You can.
I've never talked to anyone like you.
I love it.
Do you? Really?
I'm going to miss you next week.
We best be getting back. It's getting late.
- I don't care! - I do. Milking at six.
I've been to t'cottage. But there's no sign of 'em.
- You're sure they're together? - Yes.
We can't be sure.
Bill last saw them this afternoon.
But they have been spending a lot of time together.
Any idea where Stephen might be if he's not with Cathy?
You're not telling me you think it's a coincidence they are both missing!
I'm just trying to find out where they might be.
Where on earth have you been? I've been worried sick!
What have you been doing, lad?
Nowt! Talking.
Nowt!
What's the matter with you?
I'm old enough to go out on my own.
We'll be leaving first thing in the morning.
Come on, you two. Wakey-wakey!
What is it?
I brought you some tea. So you can sup it and hop it.
- What time is it? - It's time you were gone!
(GROANS)
What's up now?
Well, it's my foot! Well, look at it.
I need a flipping doctor!
Here we are, then.
Oh... But I asked for a room on my own!
Mum! Well, she did ask for one.
You're only in for tests, dear.
Single rooms are reserved for our seriously ill patients.
Now, why don't you just pop your nightie on and get yourself into bed?
I suppose he asked for some money back?
No. He's paid for t'week.
A lot of fuss about nowt.
Maybe. But I think it's all for t'best.
No need to spoil their holiday!
Well, Stephen and the lass, they were getting a bit close.
It wouldn't do.
She's still at school.
Stephen's got a good head on his shoulders. He's responsible.
I know, I know. It's just that...
- What? - Oh, I don't know.
But I still think it's all for t'best.
Can't we stay?
Please! I've said I'm sorry.
No, I've made up my mind.
But nothing happened, Dad. Stephen's not like that.
Even if you think I am.
You shouldn't have gone off
and stayed out so late without asking me.
You'd have said no!
That's worse! Now I can't trust you.
What difference will going home make?
Do you think we can stay here after last night?
Cathy, I called the police out to look for you!
Dad, I've said I'm sorry.
I don't see why we have to leave.
Just be ready to go in half an hour.
I dare say I'll have to sit here all day, waiting.
Houseman's on his way down. Sister just said so.
Houseman! Some 20-year-old youth.
I knew it was going to be like this, Jo.
Mum, calm down. Just relax.
How can I?
Yes, yes, you go.
I'll be all right.
No, it's alright. Mrs Watkins isn't expecting me back till dinner break.
Nick sends his love, by the way.
How kind of him!
It's the modern way, I suppose, sending 'love' to strangers.
In my day, love was just between members of a family.
Well, he will be soon. He'll be your son-in-law.
Take my cup away, would you?
It's made me feel sick.
Nothing you say will make me change my mind, Jo.
I will never approve of Nick.
Never.
Do you have sandwiches today, Ventress?
- Er, yes, sarge. - Right, give 'em here then.
Now, can any of you fine forensic minds identify these?
Tobacco?
Mice, Ventress.
And you know what attracts mice?
Lady mice?
Food, Bellamy.
So these, Ventress, are going into the outside bin.
Now, how do we stand with this cigarette business?
Well, I've seen Metcalfe.
And he reckoned he saw a blue van in Birley Wood yesterday,
but it's not there now.
Well, you and Bellamy go take a look.
Has he any idea when it was moved?
No, sarge.
None of us saw a blue van go through the roadblocks, Sarge.
So it might still be on our patch.
Right, Ventress, you can start checking the pubs,
and the cafes and the tobacconists,
and find out if there anyone's offering cheap cigarettes for sale.
- Who's this? - Local nurse.
- What does she want? - How do I know?
If I were clairvoyant, I wouldn't have been here when you arrived.
Hold on to him, ????
What do you want?
I want a word with you, Claude.
Ted Shawcross almost collapsed yesterday with alcohol poisoning
and it's your home brew he was drinking.
Arghh!
- What's wrong with him? - He's hurt his foot.
Well, I'd better take a look at him.
When did this happen?
(SHARP BREATH) Last night.
Last night? You should have gone to the hospital!
That's where we're taking him.
Well, that needs an X-ray.
I'm on my way over there.
Come on, let's get you into the Land Rover.
Ah! Oh! This is the last job I do with you.
Stop your blather, idiot! I'm coming too.
Alright?
Hey, excuse me. What's happening with the van?
You take that van to Mickey Jackson's cafe this afternoon.
What're you talking about? I'm not doing that!
The alternative's being in the next bed to Pete.
Er, are you coming, or not?
Yeah! Remember, I'm relying on you.
I wondered whether you'd been offered any cheap cigarettes or cigars?
Oh, yes, I'm sure you would.
Thanks anyway.
- Any joy? - Er, not yet, sarge, no.
Oh, we've had a breakthrough on the other problem, though.
We won't be needing a mechanical solution, Ventress.
- Heathcliff! - MEOWS
We had a telex from Malton, sarge,
asking for news on their tobacco thieves.
It says, and I'm quoting here,
"Is Oscar Blaketon losing his grip?"
I'll give 'em losing my grip! But never mind phoning people.
Just get out on the streets, and question them face to face.
Oh no, it's much quicker here, sarge.
Quicker, maybe. More effective, no.
The sight of a police uniform
makes all the difference to getting the right answers.
Heathcliff!
And while you're about it, just get rid of that.
It's for your own good, Cath.
I know you think you're grown up, but you're only still...
Well, you know.
You've got exams coming up.
An important couple of years ahead of you.
I don't know whether I want to go to university any more.
Look...
I know what it's like to meet somebody away from home,
like you and Stephen.
It's different, it's exciting.
The trouble is, every generation thinks they've invented the wheel.
Dad, I could talk to Stephen.
I've not talked to anyone like that... not in months.
This time next week, you won't even remember what he looked like.
Nick! Thank goodness I've caught you.
- I've got to go to the hospital. - What's happened?
My Dad rang half an hour ago. He wants me to go back.
Why?
I don't know, he just said she's wasn't well.
He sounded so worried, Nick.
I'll follow on as soon as I can.
Supposed she's got herself in a stew or something.
You know what she's like.
- I'd better go. - Drive carefully.
I love you.
STARTS ENGINE
That's torn it.
Don't you fancy a cuppa?
No, thanks. Would you like me to make you one?
That's a nice idea. Yeah, thanks.
- Then I'll go over to Claire's. - Ah.
If you don't mind.
No. No, on you go. Just don't be too late back, eh?
I won't.
I thought we were mates, Alf.
How many times have I let you have a couple of packet on tick
just before pay-day?
Oh, that's very much appreciated, Mickey.
I'm only doing my job,
simply asking if anyone's offered you any cheap fags?
If you want to search the place, you're quite welcome!
That won't be necessary.
But just remember, those fags are so hot,
they'll probably light up themselves.
So if anyone approaches, remember who your mates are.
You've got a deal, Alf.
Here, want a packet yourself, just now?
Er, no... ta.
I wanted to have a word about Claude Greengrass.
- What's he been up to? - Selling home-made wine again.
I've warned him, but I think it might need something more official.
I think we can manage that.
Also, he's got some rather odd company at the moment.
Two blokes staying there.
One of them seems to be leaning on Claude.
Rather heavily.
They still there?
No. I've taken them in to the hospital.
The other one crushed his foot.
Well, thanks Maggie, we'll look into it.
5,000 fags, please, Mickey!
Or, more to the point, some cash.
Is this some kind of a joke?
No! You must have had them by now.
If this is a double-cross...!
It's not you being double-crossed, Mickey.
If that old fossil thinks he go into business by himself,
he's got another thing coming!
Yeah... yeah. (COUGHS)
Could I speak to PC Ronan, please?
"I'm sorry, PC Rowan is not here at the moment."
Er, what about PC Ventress, please?
No. This is Sergeant Blaketon. Who is this?
- Erm... Er, nobody. - Is that you, Greengrass?!
What? Er... No.
Hello, there.
Are you Claude Greengrass's mate?
Well... Not a mate, exactly.
If you're not a mate, what were you doing at Greengrass's place?
Somebody told me he did a nice line in home-made wine.
- And who was that? - I forget.
The same somebody who brought you in?
I told you. I don't know what you mean.
Look, I had a bit too much to drink, and then I hurt my foot.
There's nowt illegal in that!
He's got to be involved.
Well, there's no point in taking him.
He's not exactly be going anywhere.
Well, see if you can find out who his mate is.
I promised Jo I'd go down to York.
- Okay. - Yeah, and report back to Blaketon.
MEOWS
(Alf?)
- (Are you there, Alf?) - What do you want?
What? Hey? Oh!
Nothing. I...I just wanted a word with PC Ventress.
Well, I presume that's why you were whispering his name,
like a lovesick kid.
What? Ooh. Yeah, well...
It's not really important. I'll come back later.
You're not going anywhere, Greengrass!
Not till you tell me what exactly is going on.
It's Nick, Mum. Come to see how you are.
Hello, Mrs. Weston. How are you feeling?
Don't do that!
Orange juice.
I want some orange juice.
NURSE: In a minute, dear.
- What happened? - Dad was sitting with her.
And then suddenly she got a terrible headache and then she was sick.
She may have had a cerebral haemorrhage, Miss Weston.
But we will know more when Dr. Bentley gets here.
Are you sure this is right, though, Mr. Blaketon?
Oh, yes. Now, inside.
You're positive you're only keeping me
until you've checked that what I've told you is the truth?
Hey, hey! You don't have to lock it, do you?
I mean, I'm not going to run off.
In my car park is a stolen van, full of stolen cigarettes!
And you admit to being behind the wheel.
Well, of course I was, cos I drove it here, didn't I?
Voluntarily. I mean, I'm co-operating!
Another way of putting it would be 'confessing'.
Now, sit down and shut up.
Yes, I'll probably stay in York overnight to help Jo.
Will you and Katie be all right?
Hold on. Jo!
Eileen would like a quick word.
Hello, Eileen.
The doctor's with her now.
Yes, it's been a terrible shock.
Look, I'd better go.
I will, the minute I know anything. Bye.
She's going to be all right, Dad. Honestly.
Yeah, the great thing is they caught it in time.
She's dead.
Shall I leave you for a few minutes, Mr. Weston?
There'll have to be a postmortem, I'm afraid.
We'll move Mrs. Weston off the ward in a few minutes,
and arrangements can be made for you to visit the Chapel of Rest.
Thank you.
I'm so sorry, dear. So very sorry.
Yes, I realised what time it is, Mr. Eccles,
but Cathy said she was coming over to see Claire.
I just wondered if she's on her way home yet?
What, not at all?
Has Claire spoken to Cathy?
Ah.
Oh well, thanks anyway. Look, I'm sorry to have bothered you.
KNOCK AT DOOR
Who is it?
Stephen, it's me.
Stephen...
Where is he?
Wherever he is, he'd better stay there!
Because when I find him I'm going to work 'im over.
Here, look at this!
- This stuff any good? - Not for much longer!
- Morning, sarge. - Ah, Rowan.
I wondered if I could start my shift a bit later, today?
I've been at the hospital all night, with Jo.
Her mother... died.
Hmm. Oh, I'm sorry.
Blaketon! How long am I expected to have to stop in here?
The stolen fags have surfaced.
Greengrass has given himself up.
Get up!
Get up! C'mon! C'mon!
Have you seen Cathy?
Your lass? No, not since you left.
She must have got here late last night.
We haven't seen her!
Where's that lad of yours? This is all his fault.
Now, just hang on a minute!
I'm not messing about, Mr. Walker. Where is he?
KEY IN LOCK
Oh, thank goodness for that!
This place is a health hazard. I'm allergic to cats!
That flaming thing of yours has been in here all night.
There is a way out of here, you know, Claude.
How's that?
Well, if you don't want the cigarettes,
then I suggest you take them to the man who does.
I can't do that! Not now they know I've been in here.
I mean, if they find out, they'll murder me!
Well, that's a chance we'll just have to take. Won't we?
Are you there?
- Are you Greengrass? - Aye. I've got some stuff for you.
Ned, he's 'ere!
What the hell are you up to?
- Get off, you lunatic! - 'Ey, 'ey, 'ey!
Let's get these fags out of the way!
- Then you can smack 'im. - Claude! Give us a hand.
I've done my bit, bringing it here.
CAR ENGINE
You've set us up!
Erm, this isn't my van.
Yeah. Come on. Come on! And you, Greengrass.
What are you talking about?
- (Come on, it's for your own good!) - (Oh, I see what you mean.)
Where else could she be?
Plenty of places, if you ask me.
- Just what do you mean by that? - Let's stop arguing.
No, I want to know what he meant.
I meant, she could be anywhere.
She could have gone to a friend,
or she could have just run away to frighten you.
Then why is Stephen missing, as well?
He's not missing!
He could be anywhere on t'farm. He always likes to make early start.
He's got a life of his own.
And he can do without being dragged into your daughter's daft games!
This might be a game to you, Walker,
but it happens to be my daughter we're talking about!
And it's my son, and I'm telling you,
there's no harm in the lad!
You were the one that were jumping about like a cat on hot bricks
everytime they looked at each other.
No harm in them spending time together, if you asked me!
Bill...
Nay! He comes here shouting t'odds about Stephen,
just because his precious lass
has gone off into the night without telling him!
There's only place she would go and that is here,
because your precious son turned her head!
I've had enough of this. I want you off my land.
Not until I've found her.
She'll be up at that cottage he's working on!
She's not here! I keep telling you. Now, come on!
Well, that's it, is it? You don't want me to find them, do you?
- What are you on about? - You know!
I'll sort your son out for you!
- I'm calling t'police. - He's off his head!
He's Stephen's father.
- You what? - I'm sure of it.
He told me he met Ruth there during the war.
And you know that picture she gave us for Stephen.
It's just like the one he's been painting here!
When they told me that I were adopted,
they were worried I'd be hurt, you know, feel rejected.
But I've always thought of Mary and Bill as me mum and dad.
I mean, they couldn't have any kids of their own.
And my real mum, well, she knew that they'd love me,
and, er... that they'd bring me up right.
And she had a chance to be happy and all.
She met a Canadian.
He was an airman from Vancouver.
And they...er, they just fell in love.
Proper love.
Well, what about your real dad?
Don't know.
He were a soldier. That's all I know.
Well, wouldn't you like to get to know him as well?
Ah, it were a long time ago.
I don't even suppose my mum knows where he is now.
Bet you're looking forward to meeting your mum?
You've got to wonder, haven't you? You know, if I'm like her.
- Hey, do you want to see her? - Yeah.
We've been writing for a couple of years now.
She wants me to go over to Canada.
I've been saving up.
Cathy!
Dad!
She's just a child. An innocent child!
- How could you do that? - Nowt happened!
Dad, please...!
Cathy, you don't understand!
It wasn't just your mother I lost when she died.
I lost you as well!
And then you...
You come along, and you take advantage of a vulnerable kid!
DAD, NO!
- That's it. GUNSHOT
No!
It wasn't meant to go off.
Dad, get me a cloth, quick!
Here, try that.
It was an accident.
- I'll call an ambulance. - Stephen!
Mum, she said she were going to go home!
I know, I know! Shhh, be quiet.
That painting. Where did you get it?
It was his mother's. She was given it by Stephen's father.
Who's his mother?
Ruth.
On my days off, we used to walk on the moor and paint.
I met Ruth.
Then I got posted away.
On my last night...
I gave her that painting.
You never knew about Stephen?
I had no idea.
We wrote for a while, then her letters just stopped.
Oh, I think it's great, Dad. I've got a big brother!
Are you sure you want to tell him?
If you don't, I will understand.
He's got a right to know.
Undertakers...
Vicar.
What else?
Hymns.
Did you have a look, Dad?
Mm?
Hymns.
Hills Of The North Rejoice.
We had that on our wedding day.
Right.
What else did she like?
I don't know. I can't remember.
I'd better be getting back.
I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Weston.
Yeah.
I can't believe this is happening.
I keep expecting her to walk in through that door
and tell us off for making a mess.
I know.
Did you get the result of the postmortem?
Yeah.
Dad's in such a shaky state, I haven't liked to tell him yet.
What did it say?
She had a weakness in an artery wall, which suddenly burst.
It was a cerebral aneurism.
So there's nothing anyone could have done.
No.
I feel so awful, though. She must have been feeling terrible.
I just didn't take her seriously.
There's no point in feeling like that.
I just... I wish...
I just wish she hadn't pushed me away, that's all.
That's the last thing she ever did, Nick.
She pushed my hand away.
She didn't know what she was doing.
If only we'd made up the quarrel!
If onlys are no good, Jo.
You did the best you could at the time and now...
You have to go forward.
Yes... but it's very hard!
I've remembered one she did liked!
We Plough The Fields And Scatter.
That's a harvest hymn, Dad.
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