Original subtitles

♪ Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

♪ I'm the urban spaceman, baby, I've got speed

♪ I've got everything I need

Is this it?

We were lucky to get the last room.

♪ I don't need pleasure, I don't feel pain ♪

Nice view.

This is the one.

Come here.

Oh, Nick.

It's quite nice.

What?

If you think I'm spending my anniversary night here,

you've another thing coming.

Home.

Home?

"I'll make all the arrangements," you said.

"We'll rekindle the flame of passion."

I've never said "rekindle the flame of passion"

in my entire life.

True. I've grown to accept the fact that

you're not the world's most romantic man.

Which is probably why you made such a botch of it.

It's not my fault everywhere was full.

It's your fault. You didn't book till the last minute.

Look, we'll go away for a whole weekend

as soon as I can swing it with Blaketon.

Make it a second honeymoon.

- Huh! - Huh!

♪ The best things in life are free

♪ But you can keep 'em for the birds and bees

♪ Now give me money ♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want ♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want, yeah ♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want ♪ That's what I want

♪ Your lovin' gives me a thrill

♪ But your lovin' don't pay my bills

♪ Now give me money ♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want ♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want, oh, yeah ♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want ♪ That's what I want

- All right, I'm sorry. - That's fine.

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

There's a what?

On Elsenby Moor?

No, no, of course I'm not doubting your word, Miss Eckersley.

I'll be right there.

Yeah.

What?

A flasher. Back to work.

A flasher!

Hey, you! Stop.

What game do you think you're playing?

No game, constable. Wish to God it was.

I've just been held up wi' a shotgun.

It's obviously not a random job.

This joker knew Mr. Duffy's routine.

- I need that. - Cheers, Phil.

It's okay.

It's no joke, mister.

Apart from my takings, he's got all my stock.

Not to mention my flaming van. Is my livelihood, is that van.

We're well aware it's no joke, Mr. Duffy.

It's armed robbery we're dealing with here.

Right, you've got full details of the vehicle and the cargo, Constable?

Yeah, everything from shoes and boots to Granny's fluffy slippers.

High fashion shoes, if you don't mind.

Best genuine imitation patent leather in the business.

And they go mad over my mock-croc.

I've had t'same patch at Ashfordly Market now for the last 15 years.

They all know Duffy's boots and shoes.

As you say, Mr. Duffy.

Pity you couldn't be a bit more specific about the hijacker!

Who would have thought of asking for his name and address.

No, what I think Sergeant Blaketon means, is is there anything else...

I don't need a translator, Rowan.

I believe I speak perfectly good English.

All I know is what I've told you.

Height, build, medium-ish.

- Ish? - Medium-ish. You know, a bit like him.

I couldn't see his hair and his face for his blooming Balaclava, could I?

And you think he was a Scot?

Well, he sounded like that, what little he said.

The Highlands or the Lowlands?

♪ Wild thing

♪ You make my heart sing ♪

Can we tempt you to a drive, girls?

You couldn't tempt us to a chip butty, Rupert.

You see how much respect the peasants has for the landed gentry.

I wish we had peasants like this in Chelsea.

Uh, less of the "peasants". So what are you called?

Er, Tim. You?

Rose. Are you staying at the Hall?

Oh yeah, but only for a few days.

You better make the most of me while you can, Rose.

Come on, then. Just for a bit.

- A bit of what? - Fun and play.

How about you, Julie?

Hey, our Julie! You stay right where you are.

We're only going for a ride, Mr. Neagle.

You can please yourself, girl.

My lass isn't making a public show of herself with young Lord High and Mighty.

I say, that's a bit strong, gent.

I was talking to my daughter.

I'd best go.

You have no right showing us up.

I've every right.

Give over, you're rude.

We've known each other since we were little.

Aye, but you're a grown lass now.

And I know how lads that age behave.

Especially his sort.

They reckon village girls are there

specially for the pleasure of the likes of them.

That's his head there.

But where's his body, then?

This is his body.

So there, Smartie. That's his body.

What shall we do with this one?

Hello, Ada. What are you doing here?

I saw 'em all coming in.

And then they said there were tea and biscuits.

I wondered what were going on.

It's my new "mother and baby" group.

It's naught to do with doctoring, then?

Well, not as such, no.

Why, is there something specially bothering you?

Well, it's just my usual aches and pains, love.

It's a rightful bugger, getting old.

I'm sure it is.

Look, why don't you have a cup of tea,

and when you've finished it, you go home and

I'll pop in and see you tomorrow.

Oh. I don't want to be a trouble.

It's no trouble at all.

- Bless you. - You're welcome.

She's a grand lass, this one.

Could we have a chat, Dr. Rowan?

It's a bit noisy in here.

Why don't you come across to the surgery with me when we're finished.

- Okay. Thanks. - Alright.

Hello everyone. Can we have a bit of hush?

I'm delighted to see how many of you can make it today.

That's really wonderful.

RINGS BELL Shop.

I hear the anniversary was a bit of a fiasco.

Is there a divorce looming?

No. Did you get that list of missing shotguns for me, Phil?

Aye.

March 18, June 22, August 9. There's the serial numbers.

Oh, you can forget the March one. It was Barney Clark.

He's always screaming his head off about having something pinched.

What about the others?

Oh June 22 is Mrs. Wilson from Holly Cottage.

August 9, Ashfordly Hall.

Ma Wilson's place is like a junkyard.

I reckon that gun's under all that clutter.

Ask her to have another look.

Yeah. What about the Hall?

Well, his Lordship had been shooting.

Apparently left his gun in t'gun room to be cleaned.

Then he went walkabout.

A bit careless.

Young Rupert had had a couple of his Hooray Henry pals over for the weekend.

And I reckon one of them could have half-inched it.

What for?

Their idea of a "wizard prank, old bean, ha ha".

Some prank.

It's chickenpox, Ellen.

I didn't realize, Doctor. I should never have brought them.

Not to worry.

Have none of the older kids had it?

Only mumps and measles.

Oh, Billy had whooping cough once.

Right. Well, take them straight home.

Marilyn's not too bad now.

But if she gets worse, you'll need to keep her in bed.

You'll have to get some calamine lotion.

And if the baby comes down with it,

put him in some cotton mittens to stop him scratching himself.

- Okay. - There we are.

- Thank you, Doctor. - You're welcome.

- Bye bye, Marilyn. - Bye.

Bye.

Is the guv'nor about?

Aye, he's inside.

Oh, nice motor.

How the other half lives.

- You from Newcastle? - Close. Gateshead.

How long you been round 'ere?

Long enough. Foreigners both?

You may feel it sometimes. Worked here long?

Oh, about three months.

Before that I was at the Royal in York.

- Oh, posh. - It's okay.

Till I did my back in.

They don't have much use for a hall porter

who couldn't help with the suitcase.

Ready, Pearce?

I understand you reported a shotgun missing about...

I believe I did.

Do you have any news on that score, Pearce?

Not as far as I know, Your Lordship.

That's not the best treatment for your tyres, sir.

Don't tell me somebody nicked cook's custard tarts?

The Krays would be in their element around here.

I'm enquiring after a missing shotgun.

Oh that? Found it last week in the stables.

What in God's name was it doing there?

Not the foggiest, father.

It was while you're in London. I forgot to mention it.

And where is it now?

Funnily enough, in the gun room.

Do you mind if I take a look at it, sir?

Not at all.

If you find any fingerprints on it, old sport,

they are bound to be mine.

Oh, we're back in bed.

Can you imagine taking a child with chickenpox into a playgroup!

You weren't in the war. What did t'doctor say?

Cover her with calamine lotion, keep her in bed, keep her cool

and the rest of the kids might get it.

And how are you?

- About time. - Sorry.

Your mum says you've been out all day.

I hope you haven't been sneaking out with young Ashfordly in his *?

I said I wouldn't. I don't tell lies.

Aye, I know lass.

Can't say, but you should be studying your books, not gallivanting around.

You'll not get to that university unless you keep your nose in the grind.

Ah Billy got spots all over him. Show him, Billy.

I don't want to.

What is it, Mam?

Chickenpox. Doctor Rowan said they would.

Well?

Well, it wasn't the one at Ashfordly Hall.

That turned up a week ago.

Why weren't it entered?

Because they didn't bother to report it, Sarge.

Live on a planet of their own, that lot.

Any news on the van?

Not yet.

We've circulated details.

We have an armed robber on our patch and I want him found.

I know, sarge. Can I have a word, please?

Right, in the office.

Well, go on.

Could the Honourable Rupert have anything to do with all this?

Are you off your head, Rowan?

He's Lord Ashfordly's son.

Anyway, that don't make sense. The family's loaded.

I know it doesn't make sense.

But he was certainly around at the relevant time.

He knows the area like the back of his hand

and he had access to the gun.

He made a point of telling me that his prints were all over it.

Cocky little bastard.

Anything else?

Not yet.

Well, whatever you do, Rowan, do it discreetly.

Right, sarge.

We don't want to go upsetting the landed gentry now, do we?

Come aye, come here. Aye, come on, Alfred, come on.

Come on. Let's get some tea. Come on. Come on.

Alfred. Alfred, come here. Where the hell are ya?

Alfred!

What have you got? Eh, come here!

Come here, Alfred! Come here.

Alfred!

Alfred, come here!

Am I disturbing you, Dr. Rowan?

Hello, Julie. Of course not.

Has Marilyn got worse?

Oh, no, no.

This chickenpox...

...is it dangerous?

Your mum's says you've not had it?

No.

Well, it is very contagious but mostly among young children.

It can be worse if you're an adult but it's unpleasant rather than dangerous.

What is it, Julie?

What about for women who havin' babies?

Oh, it's German measles that can cause complications in pregnancy.

Your mum's not pregnant again, is she?

Oh, no, no, no. It's just that...

It was silly of me. I'm sorry to have bothered you, Dr. Rowan.

Julie.

Julie, is there something you want to tell me?

Are you sure?

Oh, yeah. I've seen mum's symptoms often enough.

Have you told your parents?

God, no. My dad'd kill me.

I doubt that. He's really proud of you.

That's just it.

He's dead set on me going to university and making summat of myself.

It'll break his heart.

It's not impossible to have an education and a baby, you know?

Lots of women do.

Not in Aidensfield, they don't.

And what about the young man involved?

Will he stand by you?

I'm not a slag, Dr. Rowan.

We love each other.

I'm sorry, Julie. I just want to help you.

What does he have to say about the idea of a baby?

He's very pleased.

Is he a local boy?

I can't tell you his name.

Well, that's up to you.

But it'd just be between us.

It's not that.

I promised, Dr. Rowan.

Julie.

Julie!

Look...

...if he's not prepared to go public and...

...and you've no immediate plans to get married...

...well, all you can do is tell your parents.

I know it won't be easy.

But they're going to find out anyway and, believe me,

you'll need their support.

- Oh hello. - Hello.

What's up with Julie?

Girl's problems.

And?

Girl's problems.

Old Hippocrates will be proud of you.

What a discreet little doctor you are.

[indistinct]

So what have you done now?

What do you mean, now?

You know I told you I'm starting this mother and baby group.

No.

I did.

You don't listen.

It's a chance for them to get together.

Sometimes, all they need is a more experienced mum

to tell them their baby will grow out [indistinct].

Poo's are normally yellow and runny to start with.

You're trying to spoil my appetite?

I thought it was a good idea at that time.

I thought the boarding house was a good idea.

I had my first meeting today and one of the kids had chickenpox.

So what?

So I've probably caused an epidemic.

Chickenpox is no big deal.

It is when you're the only doctor in the neighbourhood

and every kids got it.

Mum, Marilyn wants another biscuit, the rest are asleep.

I'll be back soon.

Where're you going?

- Out. - Not again?

Oh Jack, leave the girl alone.

She can't have her nose stuck in a book all the time.

Off to Rose's, love?

Yeah. I might do.

Make sure you're not home late, do you hear?

♪ But if you wanna I'll try to love again

♪ Baby, I'll try to love again, but I know

Sorry I'm late.

♪ The first cut is the deepest

♪ Baby I know

- What is this? - Chateau Gijnon. Not bad, old boy.

Ah, what the hell? He won't miss a bottle or two.

- Papa gone to Durham, Pearce? - Caught the early train.

Good show.

Papa cat's away, eh?

I don't think that's a very good idea, Master Rupert.

On the contrary, I think it's a splendid idea.

Won't he mind?

Who's to tell him? Danny boy here won't split, would you?

None of my business.

Sensible chap.

Right, what are we waiting for?

Once more unto the tottie, dear friend.

No, Mr. Duffy, not so far.

Yes, Mr. Duffy. I do realize that

without the van you can't earn your living.

But my officers are doing their utmost.

I assure you.

Yes, Mr. Duffy, as soon as I hear anything.

Are you, Rowan?

Am I what, sarge?

Doing your utmost.

As far as I can.

Well, that's not the way I see it.

As I see it, all you've done so far...

...is come up with some cockamamie theory about young Ashfordly.

With not a scrap of evidence to back it up.

Now where you come from you may call that doing your utmost,

but I don't.

No, sarge.

Even you shouldn't find it too hard

to stumble over four gross of assorted boots and shoes.

No, sarge.

Well don't just stand there agreeing with me, lad!

Get out there.

Hello, Claude.

New boots?

Is the old war wound playing you up?

No, it's a corn.

You know, right beggars, aren't they, corns?

Well, you shouldn't be wearing your new boots then, should you?

They are new, aren't they?

Well, middling.

Where did you get 'em?

I bought 'em, same as everybody else.

Where from?

Ashfordly Market.

- When? - Well uh, er...

...it's a good bit back.

Would you mind if I take a closer look at them?

- What for? - Take 'em off.

What, now?

I'm only asking you to take your boots off, Claude, not your flaming pants.

I'm glad about that. You know I've heard about you coppers.

You're getting worse than Blaketon, you are.

Here, you'll have to hold my dog.

Here, you're a police dog now, Alfred.

I don't know what you want to see these for.

Here.

Do you ever wash your feet?

Now and again.

I don't see my personal hygiene got a lot to do with you?

Whereabouts on Ashfordly Market?

Duffy's Boots and Shoes.

You want to go and see him. He gives good value, does Duffy.

And a free set of corns with every pair.

I don't suppose you've got a receipt?

Come off it.

And I saw Greengrass wearing a brand-new pair of boots

the same make and style number of some of them that were nicked.

What're you waiting for? A signed confession?

Go out there and get 'im.

Armed robbery is not his style.

What about the boots?

Well, he said he bought them from Ashfordly Market from Duffy's stall.

I checked with Duffy.

He said he's been flogging the same line for over a year.

Greengrass could well be telling the truth.

The day Greengrass tells the truth

I'm a bleeding bluebell girl.

Yes sarge.

Ada!

It's always worse first thing in t'morning.

Till I'm up and about.

Pains me something chronic.

You have to keep mobile.

Just potter about the house.

There's no need for you to struggle all the way to the surgery.

Some doctors thought I like bothering 'em.

They think I'm making a farce.

Well, I don't, Ada.

Told you, I'll call in any time.

Look. Look over there on t'sideboard. We got something for you.

In the brown paper bag?

Yeah.

There's really no need.

Oh, I want you to have it, love.

I'm right glad you came to Aidensfield.

Just looking at your funny face is a tonic in itself.

Bloody lighter doesn't work.

What are we drinking to this time?

Here is to...

Rosie.

Rosie.

♪ I hope I die before I get old

♪ Talking about my generation, this is my generation

HORN

HORN

Rosie. Come on over.

Hello, darling.

♪ Don't try and dig what we all say, talking about my generation

♪ I'm not trying to cause a big sensation ♪

And what do you think you're playing at?

- I beg your pardon? - Turn the engine off.

Did you realize it's an offence to drive

if you're incapable of being in charge of your vehicle.

Ah, but see, I'm perfectly capable, constable.

I think that's for us to decide.

I'll have to ask you to accompany me to Ashfordly Police Station.

Your keys, please.

- Sod off. - Come on.

RINGS

Dr. Rowan.

Hello, Mrs. Lane.

Spots?

Mm, it might be. There's a lot of it about.

Right, I'll pop round shortly.

Bye-bye.

Can I have your name, please?

Roopy Bloody Roo.

Get your father down here and sort these people out, for God's sake.

What's going on?

I've arrested this man

who I saw driving vehicle registration no. SOP177...

I'm Sherlock Holmes, no less.

Would you mind?

When he got out of the car,

I saw that his eyes were glazed, his speech was slurred

and he was unsteady on his feet.

Can't you lock these two up, till they cool off.

Do you know who I am?

- Do you know who he is? - Do what he says.

Arrogant little sods.

Right, let's get the doctor in.

She'll confirm that they're both intoxicated.

I take it your wife is acquainted with the procedure, Rowan?

Yeah, of course.

No reply.

Where is she, Rowan?

You've got them all over you, haven't you?

Right, shall we do your tummy quickly?

There you go.

- Has Stephanie had them? - Not yet, no.

Oh, dear.

♪ So tired, tired of waiting

- She's not answering? - Don't say a word.

It's lovely weather we're having.

♪ I was a lonely soul

♪ I had nobody till I met you

♪ But you keep me waiting all of the time

♪ What can I do?

♪ It's your life, and you can do what you want

♪ Do what you like

♪ But please don't keep me waiting

♪ Please don't keep me waiting

♪ Cos I'm so tired, tired of waiting, tired of waiting for you

- Aidensfield Police. - "Kate."

Hello, love.

We need a doctor down at the station.

Okay. Alright, I'll be there as soon as I can.

Good.

Now stand still with your arms held out straight.

What's ninety-four minus seventy-three?

- Tim? - (Twenty-two.)

Twenty-two?

No. No, no, hang on.

Twenty-one.

Dr. Rowan.

"The Leith Police dismisseth us."

Sorry?

"The Leith Police dismisseth us."

- Get him to say that. - Really, Sergeant.

Dr. Ferrenby always does.

Very well.

Rupert, can you repeat "The Leith Police dismisseth us"?

For you, Dr. Rowan, anything.

"The Leith Police dismisseth us."

I say! Bravo, Rupert.

Well, he's passed the test.

Well I disagree. He was blind drunk when he was brought in.

Yeah, and abusive.

Abusive? Moi? I wouldn't say boo to the proverbial gander.

Would I, Tim?

All right, put a sock in it.

Is that it?

I do know the procedure.

Like I said, he seems competent enough to me.

We'll have to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Super. Can we go?

- Doctor's word is final. - I know that, Constable.

Right, no charges.

Let 'em go.

You are an angel, doctor.

You do realise this wouldn't have happened

if we'd been able to track you down sooner.

I have sick children all over the district, sergeant.

So if there's nothing else, gentlemen, I'll be off.

That lad was pissed out of his skull!

- I'll have one of those. - YOU can make your own.

Sorry I asked.

I'm not talking about the bloody sandwich.

I'm talking about you siding with Blaketon against me.

I didn't like to see you making a fool of yourself.

Are you really questioning my professional judgement

or are you just piqued because you didn't make an arrest?

By right, I should have done.

That's it, isn't it?

You resent the fact I have some authority.

Oh, you're talking rubbish, Kate.

I respect your job, why can't you respect mine?

I do.

Well, it didn't seem like it today.

What's this?

I refuse to reply on the grounds that it might incriminate me.

Kate.

You're the policeman, you work it out.

Where did you get 'em from?

A bribe from Rupert Ashfordly, of course.

Oh, and the diamond earrings come next week.

Please, this could be important.

Ada Clough.

A present from a grateful patient.

Some people apparently think I can do my job.

Only some.

I didn't mean no offence, Mr. Rowan.

It were just a little thank you like.

She's been ever so good to me.

It isn't everybody 'as time to sit and listen to an old lady aches and pains.

You've done nothing wrong, Ada.

It was a very kind thought. My wife appreciates it.

I just like to know where you got them from.

Claude Greengrass give me 'em.

Greengrass?

Oh, he often fetches me bits when he's passing.

A few eggs, a bit of fruit and even a chicken sometimes.

But they were a bit fancy for me and they wouldn't fit over my bunions.

And it were a shame for 'em to go to waste.

Ada... you're a doll.

Claude, will you just sit still?

Sit still? First time I've been on the back of one of these.

Stop wobbling.

It's alright.

First time I've been this near to a copper.

How much do you weigh?

Eh? More then enough, I should think.

Isn't this Lord Ashfordly land?

Ah, we're just off the edge.

Yeah, it's still private property.

[indistinct]

Supposed to be there unless somebody's nick it.

Take it easy.

How long have you been driving this damn thing?

How did you find this place, Claude?

I keep telling you, it weren't me that found it, it were Alfred.

Oh, it didn't occur to you to report it to us?

Oh yeah, I'm gonna do that, ain't I?

And who gets blamed for nicking it? Muggins.

Imagine what Blaketon would make of all that.

So you knew they were nicked, then?

Well, not exactly.

I mean, they didn't have labels on saying

"These goods were stolen property", did they?

So where's the rest of the stuff now?

I don't know, I keep telling you.

By the time I got here, it were just that pair of poxy boots

that nearly crippled me and them slippers I gave to Ada.

Oh, and these, look.

This pair of odd 'uns, they are no good to nobody.

What's that?

It might be evidence.

Yeah well, not against me, it's not.

Look look, if you don't believe me, here's my key.

Look, you can go and search my cottage.

- All right. - I'll come wi' you.

Here, do you want these?

Well, he's definitely a local villain then.

One that knew about the barn.

Knocks your Rupert Ashfordly theory on the head, Rowan.

Even he wouldn't be stupid enough to stash it on his own dad's land.

Ah, he might be counting on us thinking exactly the same thing.

Well, if he was, then he was very cool when you brought him in.

Certainly no sign of nerves the way he got round your wife.

Well, I'm sure any doctor would have come

to the same conclusion that Kate did.

You might be. I'm not.

Scene of Crime office has just been on.

Found out the only dabs found on that van apart from Joe Duffy's

were Greengrass's.

And you still say he weren't implicated?

I'll bet the next leave on it, sarge.

He admits to touching the doors when he took them boots.

Besides, Duffy said the hijacker was medium build.

Oh, by no stretch of the imagination can

Claude be described as medium anything.

Well, he might be working with an accomplice.

Well, it's possible. But I doubt it.

So what have we got?

An empty van.

Two odd shoes.

And a cigarette butt.

We need a bloody sight more than that to go on, I'll tell you.

Unless you're waiting till he nicks a ten-tonner?

Who is he?!

Just tell me the little bastard's name and by Christ, I'll swing for him.

Don't Jack. What's good it's gonna do?

Leave me alone.

I know I should have kept this quiet.

I said tell me his name. Do you hear me, girl?

And I said I can't.

It's that bloody young Ashfordly!

Come in and sit down.

Please will you talk to Dad, Dr. Rowan?

Tell him he don't need to worry about me.

The person to do that is your young man.

He will. But he's got to get some things sorted out first.

That's as may be.

Look, all this secrecy isn't helping anyone.

If I tell you his name,

will you swear you won't say?

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

Yes, Your Lordship. On my way.

Good evening, madam.

Man just turn up and went berserk

came banging on the door making absurd accusations.

I swear to you father, I never even touched her.

Do come in. Lovely to see you again.

Be with you in just a moment.

I must say, it doesn't sound like Jack Neagle.

Was he drunk?

Oh Pearce would know more about that.

He's the one who pulled him off.

Pearce, put the Constable in the picture.

Just sort the fellow out. Make sure it never happens again.

I'm telling you, it wasn't me.

Yeah, yeah.

So what happened?

Oh, Neagle came around, shouting Sonny Jim had got his daughter pregnant.

Had he been drinking?

Might have had a jar or two.

They had a bit of a punch-up. Nothing major.

The way he's been going on you'd think Neagle had broken his bloody neck. You?

No, thanks, mate.

Right, then.

The fun's over. I'll get back to work.

Yeah.

I doubt they'll ask me in to join them over a glass of port.

Night, then.

You know, young Ashfordly is getting to be a real pain in the ass.

Whatever bother's going on around here lately, he's at the centre of it.

Not this time, Nick.

Rupert's not lying.

He isn't the father.

How do you know?

Julie told me who it is.

Well then you better speak up or there'll be trouble.

You know I can't do that.

Kate, this time it was only a black eye.

Next time he might not be so lucky.

It's my job to keep the peace around here.

Now tell me who it is.

Julie trusts me.

I won't break medical confidentiality, not even for you.

Now what time do you want to get up?

Hello, George.

I'll be with you in a minute, Mr. Rowan.

You alright, lads?

Can I have a word, please?

Sharmans' Shoes of Leeds.

Buy t'same every July sale I've gone to the last ten years.

Claude been mouthing off, has he?

Silly old bugger. No wonder he's limping.

Them boots he found were two sizes too small.

Yeah, well you know what he's like.

He never looks a gift horse in the mouth, does he?

George, do you sell cigarette papers?

No, I sell cigarettes.

Speak to Alice Wickes in the village shop.

She sell papers.

Yeah, I already have.

Right, thanks, George.

Just run it by me again.

Well, Lord Ashfordly only smokes cigars.

Jack Neagle gave up three years ago after a bad attack of bronchitis.

And young Rupert only smokes Gauloise.

Aye, bloody poseur.

Now, the shop and the pub both corroborate that our man rolls his own.

- Same as this? - Yeah.

Right, you'd best get onto that posh hotel in York. Fast.

Yes, it does sound like chickenpox, Mrs. Carter.

Yes, there's a lot of it about.

Guess what?

The hotel manager's never even heard of a Danny Pearce.

Right, then, let's go.

Good evening, sir. I'm sorry to trouble you,

but I believe you have a Mr. Danny Pearce working here?

Yes, he's my chauffeur.

Well uh, could we have a word with him, please?

I think he's not here at the moment. He's down at the pub.

Well uh, do you think we could search his room?

Yeah, I'm sure you have your reasons. Come in.

♪ I would have given you all of my heart

♪ But there's someone who's torn it apart

♪ And he's taken almost all that I've got

- Hiya. - What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you, Danny.

Okay.

Up there, at the top.

All right. Thank you, sir. We can handle it from here.

♪ The first cut is the deepest

♪ Cos when it comes to being lucky, he's first

♪ When it comes to loving me, he's worse

You've not told anybody about us, have you?

Of course not, Danny. I promised I wouldn't.

Good girl.

I... I just want to know that you meant what you said about...

...about us getting married.

Well of course I did.

You don't think I'd ever leave you, do you?

You and our little nipper in there mean more to me

than anything in the whole world.

Looks like he's done a runner, sarge.

♪ And if you want, I'll try to love again

♪ Baby, I'll try to love again, but I know

I love you, Danny.

I love you too, sweetheart.

Look, I've gotta go now, right.

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

♪ The first cut is the deepest

♪ But when it comes to being lucky, he's first

I'll see you tomorrow, right?

Bingo.

Nice colour.

We've got the little rat.

♪ Oh, you've gotta know, the first cut is the deepest!

♪ Yes, it is!

♪ Cos when it comes to being lucky, he's cursed

♪ When it comes to being lucky, he's cursed

♪ But when it comes to loving me, he's worse ♪

Well done, Rowan. That's very impressive.

Now, pick him up and I'll inform His Lordship.

You're gonna come quietly?

"Dancing about on the floor. Hitting and stuffing at Mr. Change-about."

Oh, thank you, lovie. How are they?

- Okay. - Are you?

He must almost be feeling better. He's had three jam tarts.

Have you? Well, I just hope you're not sick again, young Billy.

And how are you?

- Okay. - Are you? Good.

They caught the man that stole Duffy's van.

Turns out it was that young man who works at the Hall.

Do you know, I always thought he was very quiet from what I've seen of him.

Julie. Julie!

Julie?

If Danny did it, it were only for us, Mr. Rowan.

For me and t'baby.

So's we could get away from 'ere.

That's not the way it was, Julie.

In the first place, his name's not Danny.

It's Mick. Mick Lewis.

And he's not a Geordie. He's from London.

He's got quite a reputation there because he's so good at accents.

That's not a crime, is it?

No. But he's got a record as long as your arm.

I don't care about the past.

He just needs a chance, that's all.

I know Danny. He's a good person inside.

- I'll stand by 'im. - There's more, Julie.

Have you seen that tattoo on his arm? "S-M-L"?

It's just an old girlfriend's initials. He's had it done years ago.

It's his wife, Julie.

Susan Margaret Lewis.

The mother of his two children.

That's where all the money went.

I don't believe you.

You're lying.

Julie.

Julie, love.

I'm so sorry.

It'll be tough on her.

But she'll come through it.

Her mum and dad are going to bring the baby up as one of their own.

And Julie can go on to university if she still wants to. She's 18.

Yeah, what a bastard, eh?

I know how Jack felt.

That's life, I'm afraid.

There'll always be some smooth talking bloke around to break a girl's heart.

It's lucky you found me then.

Nick, where did you find it? How did you find it?

I've been coming here for years.

♪ There's no-one to hear me, there's nothing to say

♪ And no-one can stop me from feeling this way

♪ Lazy Sunday afternoon,

♪ I've got no mind to worry

♪ Close my eyes and drift away

Champagne.

Cheers.

Oh, Nick.

You've got chickenpox.

You got any calamine?