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

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

♪ I will fly a yellow paper sun in your sky

♪ When the wind is high

♪ When the wind is high

♪ I will float a silken silver moon near your window

♪ If your night is dark

♪ If your night is dark

♪ In letters of gold

♪ On a snow-white kite

♪ I will write

♪ "I love you"

♪ Then send it soaring high above you

♪ For all to read ♪

Reg, one of your cows looks a bit poorly.

How d'you mean? Like what?

I'll show you. Come on.

Over there!

What's up?

Here, this seat's wet.

Yes, well it's been raining and the window leaks.

And I'd put my car in the garage if your car wasn't in there

in a million pieces.

Yeah, all right. So how was your night?

Well, the baby was born, eventually.

What's Postie want, I wonder.

Mr. Rowan, I have a message from Mr. Manston at East Moorside.

Can you get up to the farm right away?

He says it's urgent.

Get back!

- Sorry? - Get back to the gate.

Don't you know the precautions? We've not got the disinfectant out yet.

Mr. Manston?

Don't be such a bloody idiot, man!

Get back to the gate. I told you there.

I understood you wanted to see me.

Mr. Rowan, I've got a very sick cow down in t'shed.

Well, I've never actually seen it meself,

but it looks like foot-and-mouth.

It may not be what you think.

I mean, maybe you've got it wrong.

I'll fetch some more water.

Here you are, look.

"In the event of a suspected foot-and-mouth outbreak"

"the local police constable..."

"...becomes an Inspector under the Diseases of Animals Act."

There's a whole list of people you've got to tell.

The Ministry of Agriculture.

The Divisional Veterinary Inspector.

...Medical Officer.

Tolworth in Surrey?

Animal Health, have to be telegrammed straight off.

- What about telling Blaketon? - Yeah.

I'll get off to the surgery, then shall I?

Yeah.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

Yeah, I'd like to send a telegram, please.

- Morning, Doctor. - Morning.

I'll look at it straightaway.

However did you manage to cut your ear like that?

Alex! I'd no idea!

I got back last night.

You've changed surgery time.

Right, here we are.

I'll need a couple more, sarge.

- More? - In case one blows away.

In case one blows away?

[indistinct]

You'd think he was selling his mother.

A throwaway society, that's what we live in these days.

Now come on, sign here.

These posters you know, don't grow on trees.

They're government property.

Are you sure you're gonna be able to handle this, Rowan?

Of course, sarge.

Cause if it is, foot-and-mouth it's a very serious business.

Not something for you and Bellamy to snigger about.

No sarge.

And I wasn't sarge.

And can I borrow your car please, sarge?

My car?

Well, I can't get this lot to the farm on my bike, can I?

Thanks sarge.

I'm putting you on trust, Rowan.

I only hope that my trust is gonna prove justified.

That lad knows as much about country life as a pigeon on Nelson's column.

Now Ventress, ring the Ministry and check that he reported everything

in the proper manner.

Aw, come off it sarge.

Do it now.

I'm not taking any chances.

The Ministry vet'll be along any minute, Mr. Manston.

I'll give you this now.

If it is confirmed, copies will be sent out to all the relevant bodies.

The rules and regulations are on the back.

"No person shall move into or out of the infected place"

"nor any animal, animal product, carcass, embryo, ovum."

Seems we're all prisoners, don't it.

It might be a false alarm.

CAR APPROACHING

There's something.

Nay. Wrong way.

Oi! What's all this, Manston?

Look, sir, I must ask you to keep away.

If you've brought foot-and-mouth to this area...

All right, all right!

Can I have your name and address, please?

Carver, Regent Farm. I'm bloody next door.

And if he's got it, I'll get it, won't I?

He's brought disease to this area,

he'll ruin the lot of us.

Nothing's been confirmed yet. Now, come on.

- Hands off. - Sam!

And you can shut up an' all!

As soon as the vet's been, you'll be informed, Mr. Carver.

I'll find out meself!

Aye, well, the fly in the ointment.

I love everything about this place, I do.

Every rock, every stone. Every tree, every blade of grass.

Everything except having him as me flipping neighbour!

Sam Carver. Shooting his mouth off as usual.

I saw 'em with me own eyes. Typical of Manston.

[indistinct]

Never! And I was the one who spotted it too.

Saw the cow lying on the ground, poor thing.

Morning, Miss Hamilton.

Bad news, ain't it? About Mr. and Mrs. Manston?

- Foot-and-mouth. - Foot-and-mouth!

Terrible. At East Moorside Farm.

That's up your way, isn't it?

We saw 'em putting up posters, me and Sam.

- Mr. Manston? - Aye.

Martin Thomas from the Ministry. I'll not shake hands.

Hold the animal's head, Constable, so I can show Mr. Manston.

Now, see them? See the vesicles?

There. There's a big one on that dental pad already ruptured.

There's another one there, unruptured.

And, see... Move your tongue, old lady, move your tongue. Come on.

There. Breaks in the epithelium here and here.

We'll have to wait for the results to come back,

but I don't think there's much doubt.

Right. Let's get on.

We'll send the samples off by car

and wait for the results to come back.

It's about a five-hour drive, four hours to do the tests.

I'm sorry, Mr. Manston.

You all right, Mr. Manston?

I've not brought anything in.

I've not been anywhere.

There's been no disease for 100 miles.

I can't think how it's happened.

- Can I use your car radio? - Yeah.

So it's definite, is it, Mr. Thomas?

Uh no, not yet. Not till we've got confirmation back from the lab.

But you'll be wanting the herd in, no doubt?

Yes, please. Get them all in the shed as quickly as you can.

What about the calves?

Don't be a fool, lad.

When he says everything, he means everything.

You know the drill from your side, Constable?

I think so.

- You've given Mr. Manston the Form A? - Yeah.

So you know the quarantine rules, Mr. Manston?

Aye.

Right. Well, I'll leave Constable Rowan on the gate

whilst I get things organised.

Oh, er, the dog'll need chaining up.

Right.

I don't suppose you had many outbreaks of

foot-and-mouth in the Met, did you, Constable?

- No. - Oh, not to worry.

Just concentrate on this gate, right, and keeping folks out.

We'll see to the rest.

So what happens now?

Assuming we get confirmation,

the whole district, that's ten miles radius from here,

becomes an infected area.

We set up a foot-and-mouth control centre at Ashfordly Police Station.

I meant here.

The herd gets slaughtered, Mr. Rowan.

Today, tomorrow.

Whenever we hear back from Pirbright.

Now, this radio of yours.

Yes, Colonel Petheridge, discovered this morning.

I'm afraid that means...

I'm afraid that means the hunt will have to be cancelled.

SHOUTING DOWN PHONE

Yes, Colonel, an absolute ban on all fox-hunting in the area.

Well, I'm very sorry, too, Colonel, yes.

Well, I uh... I'll let you know.

As soon as I hear from the Ministry.

If this is a false alarm...

His name will be mud.

Aye. One cow had it and t'rest have got to be slaughtered, or so they say.

- Poor old Reg. - Poor old Reg?

Bloody careless of Reg, more like.

It's all the namby-pamby stuff he's going for.

Bloody cow's gone soft, if you ask me.

They're overbreed, will cut you anything.

There's never been foot-and-mouth round 'ere, has there?

Nah, well, we have now.

Fill it up, will you?

Might be t'last drink I could get for a while.

Have to barricade meself in, I dare say.

'Ey, shh! Keep your voice down.

You'll scare everyone with talk like that.

- What you on about? - Spreading alarm and despondency.

Well, it's not my fault, is it? They'll all know sooner or later.

I wouldn't upset him any more.

He's got a few things on his mind, has George. Haven't you, George?

Aye, like losing half me trade because of bloody foot-and-mouth disease.

Aye. Not to mention a little matter of a young lady coming to stay.

Eighteen years old. Arriving tomorrow.

Oh, now, then! George the dark horse.

My niece she is, Sam Carver. Me brother's lass.

I don't think I'll be barricading meself in after all, eh?

None of that, now, Sam. She's a very shy girl.

That's all right. I like 'em quiet.

What does she look like, then?

Well, that's the funny thing.

They say she takes after me.

Quite suddenly, I've lost all interest.

Ah, Dr. Rowan.

I know it's surgery time, I do hope you don't mind.

No, of course not.

It's about this outbreak of foot-and-mouth.

What should I do about the church bazaar?

I'm sorry?

Well, should I cancel it or...

Oh, Dr. Ferrenby.

I'll ask him. He'll know.

Well everything seems to be in order.

Thank you, Sergeant.

You're in the front line, Rowan.

In the nation's fight against disease.

British agriculture depends on you.

Absolute vigilance is what I want.

Not one germ is to pass that gate.

Carry on.

Sarge. You can't take that. How am I suppose to get home?

My police station is now a Ministry control centre.

I've important and vital work to do.

I cannot be without my vehicle.

What are those things poking out from beneath your macintosh.

Legs, Rowan.

Legs.

Rather you than me, Nicky boy.

Thanks very much.

Oi, you! In! Now!

What d'you think you're up to, Claude?

Huh? Oh, I'm taking this stuff up to Reg and June.

I don't care what you're doing.

You're not allowed on that land without a

licence from the Ministry of Agriculture.

I've got a load of rat poison, haven't I.

Claude.

Rats spread foot-and-mouth quicker than anything.

This is just the stuff to stop 'em.

The Ministry are sending someone to do that.

What, him? Be about as much good as a fireman with a wooden leg, he will!

Stay there.

Open the gate up would you, Constable? Ministry.

Certainly.

Now I'm 'ere, I might as well stop here, mightn't I.

Reg'd do the same for me, you know. He's going to need some help.

They can't have heard from Pirbright already, can they?

I'll disinfect meself when I go, you know.

Look, I've got all me gear on. I've even got a hat.

Who the hell are you?!

It's alright, Mr. Manson. It's officials from the Ministry.

- Clear off my land! - There's no need to point that.

Clear off my land! Get back in your bloody car, go on!

- All right, Mr. Manston. Now calm down. - I'll not have 'em touching my cows!

I don't care what you or anybody says.

I'll not have it!

Why don't you tell Mr. Manston what you're doing here.

That man is guilty of threatening behaviour, constable.

- It's your duty as a police officer... - All right. Calm down.

We are empowered by the Ministry of Agriculture

to enter premises where outbreaks of foot-and-mouth has occurred

in order to assess the situation.

- I'm not having 'em in here! - All right.

It's been confirmed now, has it?

Not yet, no.

You've not heard from Pirbright?

- No, but nevertheless... - Well, in that case...

In that case, you've no right trespassing on my land.

Look, all we want to do is to see how the carcasses are to be disposed of.

Whether we've to burn 'em.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

The outbreak hasn't been confirmed,

and Mr. Manston doesn't want you on his land.

I'll have to ask you both to leave.

I hope you know what you are doing, constable.

This is a serious business.

We're all fully aware of that, sir.

No-one more than Mr. Manston and his family.

Bloody vultures.

You know, for once Claude, I agree with you.

Right. The moment we get the confirmation, we'll spring into action.

Bellamy, you'll put the warning signs out along the roads.

Yeah, but I've already done that, Sarge.

Those were the black ones, Bellamy. If it's confirmed...

- If. - ...you'll put out the red ones.

And you, Ventress, you can ring that lot.

Oh, no! Not the hunting, shooting and fishing lot.

I thought you did them this morning.

That was warning 'em. Now you'll be telling 'em.

- If. - All right, if. If it's confirmed.

Which it is, I'm afraid. Had a telex half an hour ago.

Oh, dear God.

No sign of anyone yet, Mr. Manston.

Well, no news is good news, eh?

20 years it's taken me.

20 years.

The finest Aberdeen Angus herd in Yorkshire.

Built up from nowt.

And now they want to kill it off.

Well, it might not be what we think.

And even if it is, you'll be compensation.

Compensation?

There's no compensation for losing your life's work, is there?

Cos that's what it is, Mr. Rowan. My life's work.

The fulfilment of a dream.

All I've ever wanted from a boy, to own me own farm.

You didn't inherit it, then?

I didn't. I bought it off t'landlord, field by field.

Paid for it, every penny, from the cows.

Ah Leeds, that's where June and I come from.

Moved here when Paul was a baby.

Started off renting.

Aye, it was very hard.

Very hard.

But here we are. We've got it now, haven't we?

And I thought no-one could take it away from me.

30 pedigree Aberdeen Angus, bred just how I like 'em.

I know 'em all like bairns, Mr. Rowan. Each of 'em.

Seen 'em born, seen 'em come up from calves,

fussed over 'em, bedded 'em down at night...

seen to 'em when they were badly.

CAR APPROACHING

How could I let 'em go, eh?

How can I?

It'd be like betraying me own children.

Mr. Manston?

Is it confirmed?

Yeah.

So when do they er...?

First thing tomorrow morning.

Look Nick, I got a little time.

Come on, I'll give you a lift home.

You behave yourselves, all right?

Where the 'ell did you get these from?

I found 'em in t'loft.

They're a bit damp, so I've got them airing.

You can't expect a young girl to sleep in things like these.

I mean, I've got better blankets than these.

I've some brand-new second-hand 'uns.

You can have 'em for next to nowt.

I know your next to nowt.

- Anyone at home? - What the 'ell does he want?

In here!

Oh, there you are, George.

It's about your darts match.

I've just seen this poster, it was still up.

You do realise, I hope, that this is an infected area?

There's to be no public meetings or

sporting activities until further notice.

That means no hunting, shooting, fishing and no darts.

- No darts? - No darts.

What difference can darts make?

Yeah. You don't play darts outside.

That's as may be, Greengrass,

but the virus can still spread inside as well as out.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Blaketon.

This foot-and-mouth disease has emptied my bar.

Look, there's nobody in there!

I was counting on that darts match to drum up a bit of business.

- George! - Hey!

Well, is he all right?

How the 'ell do I know? Get out of the way.

Come 'ere. Hey, Cedric, get that fire out.

It'll burn the place down! Here, sit down, George.

You'd better go and phone for the doctor!

Fine. You'll live.

And you're sure you took your pills this morning?

Yes. I fell over. That's all.

It were Blaketon pestering 'im that did it, doctor.

He had 'im all in a frazzle.

The darts had to be cancelled, Claude. He was only doing his job.

Well, he didn't have to come barging in like that, though.

I've got enough on me mind as it is,

what with this young lass coming to stay.

It's not my fault!

But you need help behind the bar, George.

I've been saying that for ages.

What sort of help will a scrap of a teenager be?

None whatsoever.

Wait and see. It'll stop you getting set in your ways.

I like being set in me ways.

It's one of the pleasures of growing old.

Ah, Kate... Sorry, George. I didn't mean to interrupt.

Oh, no, no, no. Come in, Dr. Ferrenby.

It's a pleasure to see you.

If I'd have known you were back, I would've asked you along anyway.

You've got a more up-to-date doctor

than I shall ever be looking into it, haven't you, eh.

Kate, I saw your car outside.

- Can I have a word? - Sure.

I took the liberty of answering the telephone in the surgery.

Urgent call from Annie Carver at Ridge End.

She wants a home visit. Anxious that you get there right away.

What's up?

Well, she wouldn't say, but she did sound very distressed.

Alright.

Kate.

You know we're going to have to sort out this telephone business.

It was different when it was my practice, but now it's not.

I cannot be expected to act as a sort of telephone answering service, can I?

I'm sorry.

You go and see Annie Carver.

I'll make George's day by giving a second opinion, eh?

How's that?

♪ 'ROADRUNNER'

♪ Yeah, baby!

♪ C'mon, babe!

♪ Roadrunner, baby! ♪

Oi you! You're not allowed to move animals!

♪ Can't keep up with me!

♪ C'mon, let's have a race

♪ Baby, baby, you will see!

♪ Oh, take my hand, baby!

♪ Yeah, yeah!

♪ Take my hand, babe

♪ I wanna prove to you that I'm a roadrunning man

♪ Yeah! I wanna tell you something!

♪ I'm the fastest in the land

♪ Oh, c'mon, shake my hand, babe! ♪

Come on! Pull over!

ENGINE CHOKES

ENGINE CHOKES

Bloody hell!

- Aaah! - Good.

Open your mouth wide, love.

Come on, Greg, open your mouth for the doctor.

Show her your nasty sore throat.

- Get down here, you! - Take it easy, Mrs. Carver.

It's all right.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Just open your mouth wide now.

A little bit wider. And say "aaah".

- Aaah! - See, that's fine.

I'm sorry, Dr. Rowan.

I'm sorry, but I'm that worried.

- I've been reading Sam's vet book. - Yes?

It says humans can catch it.

It gives you sore throats.

What if it's foot-and-mouth?

No, a llama is most certainly a four-footed beast

whichever way you look at it.

And since you live in the middle of the infected area,

movement of such a beast

onto or off your property is strictly prohibited.

Whether it's the...

Whether it's the breeding season or not, the llama will have to stay put!

I'm sorry! What the hell...?!

Sarge, I've just had Bellamy on the radio.

He spotted a cattle trailer full of livestock breaking the quarantine rules.

What d'you mean, "spotted"?

Well, he lost it when it went through a ford.

His mini van conked out.

It'll have to be stopped.

We know that. We can handle it.

Come on, let's set up a roadblock.

Mrs. Carver, foot-and-mouth disease is hardly ever, if ever,

passed on to humans.

And even if it was, your children couldn't possibly

have the time to get it yet.

It only broke out on next door's farm today, didn't it?

And it takes at least five days to incubate.

So even if your children had gone across to East Moorside...

They didn't. We don't mix with Manstons.

In that case, it's even more unlikely then.

The disease is spread by contact.

People can carry it on their feet from one farm to another,

but if there's no contact, well...

No more worries, eh?

You know you said they couldn't have caught it, it takes five days?

- Yes. - Oh God, I don't know how to say it!

Reg?

Oh, Reg, do come indoors.

It won't do any good standing there, will it?

They don't know what's going to happen.

They're quite happy.

I may as well take a look at 'em.

Look, Reg...

...it needn't be the end of the farm, need it?

I know I've grumbled sometimes about the work

an' said I wanted to go back to Leeds and have life a bit easier.

But I didn't really mean it.

And I know... I do know how much it means to you.

To us both because...

Well now this has happened, I can see that now.

I mean, I care too.

I just want you to know that, once this is over...

we'll pick up the pieces and put...

- Where have you been? - There wasn't time to call you.

Nick, Mrs. Carver says they've got foot-and-mouth at Ridge End.

At Ridge End?

Yes, but they've had it ten days and not reported it.

♪ MOODY BLUES: Nights In White Satin

♪ Nights in white satin

♪ Never reaching the end

♪ Letters I've written

♪ Never meaning to send

♪ Beauty I'd always missed

♪ With these eyes before

♪ Just what the truth is

♪ I can't say any more

♪ Cos I love you

♪ Yes, I love you!

♪ Oh, how I love you! ♪

CAR HORN

♪ Gazing at people

♪ Some hand in hand

♪ Just what I'm going through

♪ They can't understand

♪ Some try to tell me

♪ Thoughts they cannot defend... ♪

I've told you before,

that sheep died because it got its head stuck in some wire.

Oh, yes?

And what about the other one, the one we found dumped round the back?

Did that get its head stuck too?

Or did that have the same symptoms as the first one,

symptoms remarkably like foot-and-mouth disease?

Now, you knew it was a possibility, didn't you?

Because although you bought those sheep from Carlisle,

they came from Wales,

where you and I both know they had the outbreak last month!

Now, when your neighbour caught it off you,

you attempted to hide the evidence

by taking your infected animals out the area.

Let me just refresh your memory, Mr. Carver.

"Persons failing to report symptoms of"

- "foot-and-mouth..." - I have no symptoms.

"...failing to report symptoms of foot-and-mouth disease"

"incur a grave moral responsibility"

"and in addition, are liable to heavy fines and, in some cases,"

"imprisonment."

Look, it weren't foot-and-mouth.

It was scald. Them sheep had got scald between their toes.

Scald between their toes?

Well, here's what they say at Pirbright.

And you're in big trouble, Mr. Carver.

Here he comes, Mr. Thomas.

I've brought the report from the lab, Mr. Manston,

in case you need to see it in black and white.

Well, we're all ready.

He's Mr. Cartwright from the abattoir.

There's Mr. Armitage and Mr. Barrow come from ??? to do the valuation.

And Mr. Mills and Fairburn, who I believe you've already met.

Well, can we come in and make a start?

It's best to get it over with, eh?

I've looked over the herd this morning, there's no new cases.

And Heatherblossom's been isolated and shifted away from t'rest.

- Mr. Manston... - Couldn't we just leave it 24 hours?

- See what happens? - I'm sorry.

Well, they're healthy animals, Mr. Thomas. We're murdering healthy animals!

Incubation period is five days. Anything can happen.

It's a risk we daren't take.

It's just...

Well, could I do it meself then?

Slaughter them privately on me own?

- I'm sorry, Reg. - I don't want this lot in!

My cows are used to me. It'll scare 'em.

I'm sorry, Reg.

You shouldn't blame yourself, Reg.

For what it's worth, it didn't start here.

It started up at Ridge End.

They've had it at least ten days.

♪ Nights in white satin

♪ Never reaching the end

♪ Letters I've written

♪ Never meaning to send

♪ Beauty I've always missed... ♪

You don't have to stay if you don't want to, Mr. Manston.

They'll be quieter if they can see me.

♪ There she was just-a walking down the street, singing

♪ Do-wa-diddy, diddy-dum, diddy-do

♪ Tapping her fingers and shuffling her feet, singing

♪ Do-wa-diddy, diddy-dum, diddy-do

♪ She looked good! Looked good!

♪ She looked fine! Looked fine!

♪ She looked good, she looked fine!

♪ And I nearly lost my mind. ♪

GUNSHOT

Not a pretty sight, is it?

You're not gonna faint, are you?

♪ I knew we was falling in love

♪ Yes, I did

♪ And so I told her all the things I've been dreaming of

♪ Now, we're together nearly every single day, singing

♪ Do-wa-diddy, diddy-dum, diddy-do. ♪

Come on, Mr. Manston, it's the last one.

You've done a great job.

All right, old girl. All right.

Which one's this, then, Reg?

It's... Heatherbell.

Heatherbell? Yeah.

About oldest in t'herd by look of it.

Aye. She's grandmother to 'em all.

Go on.

GUNSHOT

They're all done?

Reg, please.

This is our trouble. It is not just yours.

Can't we share it? Can't we talk?

Aye, June, I'll talk.

I'll talk if you want me to.

What's the matter?

That's what the matter is, woman!

And it's all your doing, ain't it?

- What?! - Don't lie to me, June!

For God's sake, haven't you lied enough?!

I don't know what you're talking about!

The foot-and-mouth is from Carver's place, that's what I'm talking about.

The foot-and-mouth has been there for t'last ten days!

- What? - Why didn't you tell me?

Foot-and-mouth...

I didn't know, Reg. I swear I didn't know!

Don't take me for a fool.

♪ Beauty I'd always missed

♪ With these eyes before

♪ Just what the truth is

♪ I can't say any more

♪ Yes I love you

♪ Yes I love you

♪ Oh, how I love you

♪ Oh, how I love you! ♪

DOG BARKS

Come on. I'll buy you a drink.

Kate, I'm filthy and I'm hungry.

All right. Bath. Tea. And then out for a drink.

I insist.

It was terrible, Kate.

- I just felt... - I know.

Bloody hell.

I know what you mean.

Well, at least something positive came out of it.

I met the Carvers.

And whatever Alex says, they're definitely a family

I should keep my eye on.

Nick, are you listening?

Uncle George!

KNOCKS ON DOOR

- And this is Cedric. - Hi, Cedric. Hiya.

And this is Claude.

Mind the wart.

Hey! Where's your manners?

Get the girl a drink. She's come a long way.

Oh, aye, a drink. What'll you have, Gina?

- Babycham, please. - A Babycham, please.

- With a cherry in it. - With a cherry.

With a cherry.

Well, wow!

So here I am in the back of beyond.

- 'Ey, now, watch it. - Well, it is!

It's miles from anywhere. It took me ages finding ya.

Uphill, down dale I went,

gettin' lost, asking the way at every turning.

I mean, blimey, look at it!

Is it usually this crowded?

It's a nice room, though. I really like it.

Sort of olde worlde, like an old film, y'know.

Oh, thanks.

- Well, cheers, everyone! - ALL: Cheers.

And Uncle George, here's to our new partnership.

Cheers.

Didn't think you'd get away tonight. You all right?

I only came to say it's over, Sam.

What d'you mean?

I wish I'd never met you.

You didn't say that last night, did you?

Reg is a good man, and I've ruined everything!

He should've wanted you more like I do.

No!

It's a bit late for feeling guilty now, isn't it?

♪ 'NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN' - MOODY BLUES

Oh bugger off back to him then.

You bastard!

Mr. Rowan! It's me dad!

- What's wrong? - Oh, he hasn't been back for his tea.

- He probably wants some time alone. - He's taken the shotgun!

Shotgun? There's no way he's going shooting in the dark.

Should we call Blaketon?

No, it'd take too long.

Come on, Claude, you know these moors.

Yeah, all right. Are you coming, George?

- Yeah. Will you be all right? - Yeah.

I might as well make a start on my own.

Yeah, well look, I'll show you your room when I get back.

Go on!

Go on, boy, go home!

Go on, you daft beggar. Home! Home!

♪ 'NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN' - MOODY BLUES

Well, now what?

Onions.

- I beg your pardon? - Onions.

You'll not get foot-and-mouth on a farm if you put an onion in t'dairy.

I'll remember that.

Claude?

What is it I don't know?

His missus is having an affair with Sam Carver.

- I see. - It's common knowledge.

It's got the thing going on for years.

I'm surprised you don't know about it, you being a nosy copper.

So, Reg must think his wife brought the disease to his farm.

Yeah, could've done, couldn't she?

From one farm to another on her shoes or summat like that.

Well, you can't blame her.

I mean, she wouldn't have done it if she'd have known.

I mean, it's Sam Carver's fault, ain't it,

trying to keep quiet about it, the selfish swine!

Reg? Reg?!

GUNSHOT

REG!

Dad!

Paul, wait here! Kate, make him stay there.

Wait. Just let him go on ahead.

♪ Cos I love you ♪

♪ Yes, I love you!

♪ Oh, how I love you!

♪ Cos I love you

♪ Yes, I love you! ♪

- Paul... - I want to stay with him.

♪ Oh, how I love you! ♪