All language subtitles for Heartbeat S02EP08 Baby Blues

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when
my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss
stay in my memory? ♪

♪ You're everywhere
and nowhere, baby

♪ That's where you're at

♪ Going down a bumpy hillside

♪ In your hippy hat

♪ Flying across the country

♪ And getting fat

♪ Saying everything is groovy

♪ When your tyres are flat

♪ And it's, hi-ho silver lining

♪ Anywhere you go, now, baby

♪ I see your sun is shining

♪ But I won't make a fuss

♪ Though it's obvious... ♪

Good morning, George.

What's Greengrass
doing with that animal?

Claude's latest acquisition, that is.

- He bought it?
- Aye. Thoroughbred, he reckons.

But if you ask me, it's more
hunter than racehorse.

Still, it might win the
odd steeplechase.

He's spreading his newfound
wealth around a bit, isn't he?

Aye, unlike some.

If Mostyn can get some money from
that lot, he's doing better than me.

Is that the Featherstone Hall lot?

Hippies. Start a commune in
that grand spot. Whatever next?

Percy Featherstone left it to
that drop-out nephew of his.

I thought that place was a ruin.

Well, if it isn't now,
it soon will be.

The girl has absolutely no idea
what she's doing. No idea at all.

And, frankly, it is
worrying me sick.

Most new mothers have absolutely
no idea what they're doing.

But they learn pretty quickly.

Eric said, sometimes she's not even
dressed when he gets home at lunch time.

Does that really matter?

I think you're worrying unduly.

Jack's my only grandchild,
Dr. Rowan.

Someone's got to do something.

If Rita and Eric were to
come and live with me,

you see, then I could
keep an eye on him.

Mrs. Doubleday, I
appreciate your concern,

but Jack's doing fine where he is.

He's putting on weight, and the
midwife's pleased with his progress.

If Rita and Eric want to move in with
you, that's entirely up to them.

But I can't exert any influence.

That is why you're here, isn't it?

He's lovely. What's his name?

Agamemnon.

Catchy.

I love horses.

Hey, hey, hey.
You don't ride, do you?

Me? I've never even
been on a rocking horse.

Pity. I'm looking for somebody
here to give him a bit of exercise.

Roddy Imlay's promised to teach me.

Roddy. Is he that chap who
works at the Hunt kennels?

- Yeah.
- Do you know him very well?

Well enough.

Is that it for the day?

I hope so.

Why don't people mind
their own business

and leave me to get on with mine?

- Oh ho! Marjorie Doubleday?
- How did you know?

I saw her leaving.

She had a word with me
about her grandson.

That baby's fine.

His mother's feeling
the strain a bit.

Not that I'm not surprised,

Marjorie Doubleday has
that effect on me too.

Feeling the pressure
a bit, are you?

He says, with a hint of optimism.

You know, you've only got to ask.

Actually...

...I've got to pop into
Whitby tomorrow.

You wouldn't do the afternoon
surgery for me, would you?

Yes, of course.

I don't know why you don't hop
on yourself? I'll give you a leg up.

Don't talk daft. It'd collapse.

It is a thoroughbred, you know.
I mean, it is a bit highly strung.

He'd have me off as
soon as look at me.

Go 'way!

Hey, d'you reckon you could have
a word with that Roddy Imlay?

I'd make it worth your while.

Beautiful.

Beautiful!

This is what I brought us here for.

A sky so big, you just want to sit
on the ground and be amazed by it.

You'll freeze your bum off.

How long have we been
here Bob, a week?

I've lost track of time,
my brain's frozen solid.

Here they come.

♪ Yellow is the colour
of my true love's hair

♪ In the morning, when we rise

♪ In the morning, when we rise

♪ That's the time

♪ That's the time

♪ I love the best...

How d'you get on?

They're so sorry, but they gave the
job to someone else just this morning.

They forgot to take the
card out of the window.

Don't worry, we'll win
them over, I promise.

♪ In the morning, when we rise... ♪

Doctor Rowan!

Mrs. Collins, hello.

Hello.

I don't suppose there's any news?

No, not yet. But I'm expecting
some results from the lab tomorrow.

Oh, okay. Well, keep your
fingers crossed for me.

I will. Call in at the
surgery in the morning.

- Okay. Bye bye.
- Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I hope for her sake
it's positive this time.

She's so keen to start a family.

It's a bit soon to be buying
baby things, isn't it?

GENERAL CHATTER

So, what's in it for me, then?

You'll get your cut.

Really?

Well you see, where I come from,
we like to see a bit of money upfront.

We'll sort something out.

Alright. I spoke to Roddy Imlay.

He'll meet you first
thing in the morning.

I dunno, they come in here,
one pint each all evening.

I'm going to ask them to leave.

Too right!
And they're hogging the fire.

Just do something,
I can't stand it.

You can't stand it?
How do you think I feel?

Why can't you stop him?

It's not my fault
he's crying, is it?

Can't you shut him up?

What do you think
I'm trying to do?

- Let me get some sleep.
- Oh, have you?

- [indistinct]
- Be reasonable, Rita.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Take him away and calm him down.

Feed him, or wind him or something.

I've done all that or
didn't you even notice?

So, why is he crying?

How should I know, Eric?

If I knew that, he wouldn't
be crying, would he?

Let me get some sleep!

I suppose I can go for hours
without sleep? Days, even.

Rita, for God's sake,
can't you take him out of here.

I've got to go to work tomorrow!

Well, aren't you the lucky one?!

I've got the afternoon off tomorrow.

- Have you, now?
- Mmm.

Alex was dying to get
his hands on surgery

so I told him I had to go to Whitby
and he said he'll cover for me.

That was very generous.

Can you come, too?
PHONE RINGS

I've got to work in
the afternoon, love.

Aidensfield Police.

Yeah.

Well, if it's a domestic,

I'm afraid there's not much
I can do about it, really.

Oh, right. Well, that's different.

Okay, I'll go round. Thanks.

The Doubledays are rowing again.

'Hammer and tongs',
according to the neighbour.

And the baby seems to be involved.

Perhaps you should come, too.

If you're not having another,
would you mind moving on?

You've none of you've
bought a drink in ages.

Was there a rule about how
long a drink's gotta lasts?

I've got paying customers
waiting to sit down. I'm sorry.

My uncle always used to say,

'You can expect a warm welcome
at the Aidensfield Arms.'

Well, you've had your warm
welcome, haven't you?

You've been sitting hogging
the fire all night.

It's time to give someone
else a look-in.

Ta-ra!

You did right there, George.

Idle beggars.

They don't work, they don't wash,
and they lower the tone of the place.

KNOCK ON DOOR

There's someone at the door, Eric.

It'll be that man
from next door again.

Tell him go mind
his own business.

God's sake, Eric,
go get it, you filth!

BABY CRYING

- What?
- We've got complains about the noise.

The baby won't stop crying.
What are we supposed to do?

Who is it?
Oh, Dr. Rowan.

Can we come in?

Come on, love.
Are you coming to bed?

Yeah, in a second,
I'm just sorting out the laundry.

What's the matter with him?

It's colic.

Wind, in other words.

His digestive system isn't
properly used to food, yet.

He'll grow out of it soon.

You can't be getting much sleep.

He's still waking every
two hours in the night.

Can you catch up during the day?

You're joking.

There's the washing and the ironing,
then Eric comes home for his dinner.

I didn't expect it to be like this.

I don't think I'm going
to be able to cope.

Look, there's no point
in talking about it now.

Come and see me at the surgery in
the morning and we'll have a chat.

Jack's asleep, see if you
can get some rest too.

Alright.

See you tomorrow.

I don't know what she
expects from me.

I come home from work and
the place is like a pigsty.

I have to get my own tea.

Well, she has got a
new baby to look after.

Little Jack's asleep and
Rita's gone back to bed.

Great. Maybe I can
get some sleep now.

The important thing, Mr. Doubleday,
is that your wife gets some sleep.

What?

If that baby so much as
whimpers during the night,

I want you to get
up and see to him.

And I want you to give him
his early morning feed,

so that Rita can have a lie-in.

But I've got to go to work.

I'm sure your mother won't mind
if you're a bit late at the shop.

And anyway, Jack will have you up in
plenty of time to give him his bottle.

♪ Blue's the colour of the sky

♪ In the morning, when we rise

♪ In the morning, when we rise

♪ That's the time

♪ That's the time

♪ I love the best

♪ Green's the colour
of the sparkling corn

♪ In the morning, when we rise... ♪

Come on. You're supposed to be
the one looking after the fire.

Where's the wood?

Jim, wake up.
Time to face the material world.

Shopping.

Oh, no. I thought that was what
we were trying to get away from.

Can I come?

Sure. Check it with your mum
first, make sure it's all right.

And off you go, go on.

Go on, my son!

What do you think
you're playing at, Claude?

A bit of training. He's good in't he?
A lovely mover.

You can't do that here,
it's a public place.

Exactly, Constable. Public.
So what's to stop me?

I am, for a start.

You'd better go and do
a bit of homework then.

There's nothing to stop my horse passing
and re-passing on a public highway.

- Nowt wrong with that.
- There is if it's dangerous.

Ah, ah.
But who's to say it's dangerous?

That horse is galloping.

Galloping?

Look, you can't stop my horse
going for a gentle stroll.

If he happens to breaks
into a canter now,

he's still not going any faster than
most of the cars that come up this way.

Oh, Blaketon won't stand for it.

He'll have to sit
down then, won't he?

So didn't Eric get up to feed Jack?

He said he was going to
but he fell back to sleep.

Anyway, I had to iron
his shirts for him.

I think he said don't waste today.

You could do with some help at home.

What about your family?

They lived too far away.

I saw Eric's mother yesterday.

Why don't you let her
give you a hand?

I'll not have that woman
anywhere near me.

I used to be Doubleday's
Saturday girl.

She liked me well enough
then when I was her skivvy,

buttering up all her
customers for her.

But then I started seeing Eric.

She dropped me like a hot potato.

I wasn't good enough for him.

How long have you been married?

Just over six months.

When she found out I were pregnant,
she blamed me for everything.

I think she thought Eric
had nothing to do with it.

I'd trapped him, you see.

But she's fond of the baby?

Oh, yeah. There's nothing she'd
like better than to take him over.

I took her little boy away, so she
wants to get her claws into mine.

But I won't let her. He's mine.

Oh, Eric. Look at you. You haven't
had a wink, have you, poor love?

Oh, we did get a couple
of hours, eventually.

Whatever is that girl thinking of?

When I had you, your father
never even knew you were there.

And what about the baby?
How's my little Jack?

Fine. When he's not
bawling his head off.

Oh, I do wish you'd bring him
over to me. I could look after him.

You can't go on like this, can you?

Rita can't cope, it's obvious.

I'll pop in and see you later,
see how you're getting on.

Thank you, Dr. Rowan.

You next, Mrs. Collins.

Well?

I'm afraid the test's come
back negative again, Sarah.

No.

But I must be,
I'm over a month late!

I'm sorry, it's definitely negative.

But this time I was so certain.

What's wrong with me?

We've been married over seven years.

It's not fair. Everyone else seems
to have a baby. Why not me?

I mean people keep saying,
'Isn't it time?'

Graham's mother looks at me
like I'm doing it on purpose.

I'm starting to feel like a freak.

Does your husband
know how you feel?

No. We don't discuss
that sort of thing.

Besides, he is away, travelling a lot.
He's a salesman.

We could do some tests.

See if there is a problem with you,
or with your husband.

With Graham?

Ah. Ben Hur returns.

Blaketon wants to have a word
with you about your chariot race.

- How's he heard about that?
- PC Rowan!

Can you kindly explain
to me how your beat

has become a practice track
for the Grand National?

It's Greengrass, sarge.

He's training a racehorse
strutting down the high street.

Then stop him.

Well it's not as simple
as that, sarge.

I don't know what
offence he's committing.

There's a book full of offences,
surely you can find something in there.

Reckless riding, without due care
and attention, something like that.

Yeah, but he isn't riding, sarge.
It's a public highway.

If his horse keeps going up and
down it no matter how fast,

I don't see what we
can do to stop him.

I don't care how you
stop him, just do it.

And don't listen
to any of his tripe.

Oi! What do you think you're doing?

- Playing.
- Rubbish, you're stealing. Come here.

Got you, you little...
Ow! You little...!

Right.

Come on.

Get in there.

- Let me out!
- He bit me.

He bloody bit me.

I'll call the police.

We must be able to
nail him for something.

If he isn't breaking
any law, we can't.

Here we are.
Riding Establishments Act, 1964.

"It's an offence to keep a riding
establishment without a licence

from the local authorities."

One horse isn't exactly
an establishment, is it?

And there was a jockey
as well, you said.

No, that will never
stand up in court.

Ashfordly Police.

Yes, Mrs. Doubleday.

You're too late, he's climbed
out of the window.

He'll be back with those
layabouts by now.

I know they're moved
into Featherstone Hall.

It's the first I've
heard of any trouble.

Oh, you must have had complaints.

You're obviously not
talking to the right people.

They're not even proper customers.
They never buy anything.

They just hang around, and
now they've started stealing.

I thought you said the lad
didn't actually take anything.

Not for want of trying.
And he bit my finger.

Oh, dear.

And they've got no money, of
course, because they don't work!

They're just parasites,
living off other people's goodwill.

You know really, constable,
it oughtn't be allowed.

That's hardly a police matter.

I'm afraid there's
not much I can do.

Well, you mark my words,
this is just the start of it.

I'm not having it.
I'm gonna go and sort them out.

No Jim, don't start any trouble.

Look, they can't get away
with locking up a kid.

Listen. I've got a much better idea.

It might make us some money.

Come on.

Alf.

That lot starting a commune
up at Featherstone Hall.

Old Percy Featherstone's
nephew and his pals?

Yeah, have we had any
complaints about them?

No, not to my knowledge.

Rowan! Town Police
Clauses Act, 1847...

- Sorry, sarge?
- declares the following to be offences.

The cleaning, exercising, training
or breaking of any animal

on a street or public thoroughfare

to the annoyance, obstruction,
or danger of passers-by.

So, come with me.

Watch and witness
how it should be done.

How dare you discuss our private
life with her like that?

It's none of her business.

But she is my doctor, Graham.

She doesn't know what
she's flaming on about.

Saying I'm not up to it.

She didn't say that.

She just said they
can do some tests.

Graham?

No one's coming anywhere
near me to test anything.

I'm not having ... about it.

And I don't want you
seeing her again, alright?

But if you've got a
low sperm count...

I have not got a low sperm count.

Or anything else your bloody lady
doctor might like to dream of.

There's nothing wrong with me.

If you've got a problem, you
go and get yourself sorted.

But leave me out of it.

Sarah.

Sarah...!

Alright Claude, it's opening time.

I've got my proper
job to go to now.

But remember, I want a
share of your winnings.

Keep your voice down.

But not any of your fines.

I think the law's finally caught
up with you. See you later.

Brought some moral support,
have you, Constable?

Greengrass. You do realize that under
the Town Police Clauses Act, 1847...

...it's an offence to
train or exercise an

animal on a street or
public thoroughfare

to the endangerment
of passers-by.

This is no laughing
matter, Greengrass.

It is you know. It's just
that you don't get it yet.

Because that Act don't apply here.

It might be in big
towns like Ashfordly,

but even there it has to be
adopted by the local council.

And it hasn't been,
cos I've checked.

Alright, Imlay, we'd better
get the horse washed down.

♪ In the chilly hours and minutes

♪ Of uncertainty

♪ I want to be

♪ In the warm hold of
your love and mine

♪ To feel you all around me

♪ And to take your hand
along the sand

♪ Ah, but I may as well
try and catch the wind

(BOB DYLAN)
♪ When sundown pales the sky

♪ I want to hide awhile
behind your smile...

Don't stare, it's rude.

♪ For me to love you now

♪ Would be the sweetest thing,
'twould make me sing

♪ Ah, but I may as well
try and catch the wind ♪

Look, they're doing it deliberately.

They're stopping people coming in.

And that little wretch
is grinning at me.

Well, go on, do something about it.

♪ I want to bide awhile
behind your smile

♪ Everywhere I'd look
your eyes I'd find

♪ For me to love you now

♪ Would be the sweetest thing,
'twould make me sing

♪ Ah, but I may as well
try and catch the wind...

Good God, Greengrass is right.

Nick, nip round to
Doubledays, will you?

Oh, not again.

(BOB DYLAN) ♪ When rain has hung
the leaves with tears

♪ I want you near to kill my fears

♪ To help me to leave
all my blues behind

♪ Standing in your heart

♪ Where I wanna be
and long to be

♪ Ah, but I may as well
try and catch the wind ♪

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to ask you to move along.

Don't you like the music?

Oh I think it's great, but
you're causing an obstruction.

Oh, yeah.

Maybe if we just move along a bit.

I'm sorry, but that's it for the day.

Come on, we're not
doing any harm.

We're trying to earn
a living, like you.

You're not going to get
fat on that, are you?

You want to get yourself some
proper work, like respectable people.

Respectable people like you,
has to go picking on innocent kids?

Innocent?! He's a thief.

- What did you say?
- All right, come on, Mrs. Doubleday.

Come on, forget it.

- Don't you think that's the end of it.
- Alright.

Rita, is the baby alright?
You don't usually come in the shop.

I've come to see Eric.

Yes, alright dear, I simpy asked,
is the baby alright.

I said he's fine. He's outside.

Leave him alone,
I don't want him poked at.

Rita, she's his grandmother.

I've said no, alright.
I'm his mother.

I know what's best for him and
I don't want anyone interfering.

No-one's interfering.

No, it's alright, Eric. I don't have
to stay here and be insulted.

I'll be at home if you want me.

I'm not having her crowing over me
and telling me what I'm doing wrong.

I'm sick of it!

♪ Thinking 'bout the times
you drove in my car

♪ Thinking that I might
have drove you too far ♪

Sarah!

Sarah?!

The baby!

It's your mother.
It's your bloody mother!

She's taken the baby!

Come on, come on.
I want some ideas.

Ah, here we are.
Highways Act, 1872.

Drunk in charge of a
horse on the highway.

That'll only work if
he's leading the horse,

not if somebody
else is riding it.

In any case, he's hardly likely
to take it down the pub.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

Hello, Mrs. Doubleday.

I know it may be difficult,
Ventress, but think.

I left him in the pram outside,
and she walked off him, that's what.

- She doesn't think I'm a fit mother.
- That's not true.

She couldn't wait to
get her hands on him.

Eric doesn't think I should
have called the police.

She can't just take him
like that, can she?

Well, not without permission, no.

You'll have to come with
me to get him back.

Make her realized what
she's done. It's wicked!

Rita love, is all this necessary?

I'll phone mum again and
see if she's home yet.

She'll never listen to you,
she never does.

First things first.
We need to find the baby.

Then we can take it from there.

You'd better shut up the shop.

I want to see Dr. Rowan.

Well, I'm afraid she's
not here this afternoon.

If I can be of any help, I could
see you at the end of surgery.

Ah yeah. Maybe that
would be for the best.

- Now let me do the talking, alright?
- Okay.

What is it? What's happened?

Where is he?

- What have you done with him?
- What do you mean?

You know bloody
well what I mean!

Give him back.

Have you got Jack with
you, Mrs. Doubleday?

- No, of course I haven't.
- She's lying!

Was he in his pram when you left?

Yes, I didn't touch him.
Rita didn't want me to wake him.

Can I use your phone?

Oh, God, where is he then?

Did you see anybody around
when you left the shop?

It's those hooligans
from Featherstone Hall.

They must have seen me with him.

You heard them threaten
me this morning.

They've taken him, they must have.

Fancy leaving you outside the
shop like that in your pram.

That's not much of a life, is it?

Babies like you shouldn't be left
on their own now, should they? No.

We're going to have a lovely
afternoon, you and me.

Yes, we are.

Yes. Come on.

Eric Doubleday locked one of their
kids in his storeroom this morning.

His mum reckons they took the
baby as some sort of vendetta.

That's a bit extreme, Rowan.

Still, you never can tell
with these layabouts.

We'll just have to see what
they've got to say for themselves.

I don't believe it myself.

BABY CRIES

This test...

...what is it exactly?

Oh, it's perfectly straightforward
in your case.

Just a question of sending
a sample off to the lab.

So you mean there's no
operation or anything?

Good heavens, no.

And no one will need
know the results.

Just you and your wife...

...and of course, Dr. Rowan.

You know I think you'll be making
a mistake not to trust her.

I know that she's
been very supportive.

More supportive than most.

Well, think about it.

Talk it over with your wife.

It's not that easy you know.

It's important that you try.

The baby was last seen outside
Doubledays General Stores...

...shortly after PC Rowan
here moved you on.

Now, did you see him?

Or the pram he was in?

No. We didn't see anything,
we came straight back.

You were heard making threats
to the baby's grandmother,

shortly before his disappearance.

Oh yeah, and the Doubledays
are saying we took the baby?

No-one's saying anything.

We just need to question everyone
who was in the vicinity.

If this is your idea of a prank,
or a practical joke...

...then I suggest you hand
over that baby straight away.

Otherwise... you'll all
be in big trouble.

You must think we're crazy.

We didn't take any baby.

BABY CRYING

That's a girl.
You can check if you like.

That won't be necessary.

You stamped all over my home,
accused my friends,

upset their children.

That's alright, that's
what we expect from you.

Believe me, we're used to it.

And Mr. Blaketon,

don't try and make us feel
freedom is some sort of privilege.

It's a right.

And you've got it, he's got it,
we've got it too.

Have you finished?

See... it's lovely and snug.

Yes... yes, it is!

Aye, shouldn't you be
writing some of this down?

I mean, they're obviously
after Agamemnon.

Sorry?

I might as well be talking to myself.

The horse thieves!

I mean they've already nicked
his blanket, haven't they?

If he hadn't been with me
they'd have had him an' all.

Oh, I see, Agamemnon's a horse.

I thought you'd got a strange
religion for a minute.

It's no laughing matter
you know, Ventress.

I mean, he's valuable blood stock.

He's three-quarter
thoroughbred hunter.

Well, you'd better be quick
if you're going to catch

the 3.30 at Wetherby
this afternoon.

- I'll call CID straightaway.
- Sergeant Blaketon.

I want to make an
official complaint.

I've come in here to report
about a gang of horse thieves,

and all your underling
can do is take the mickey.

Get lost, Greengrass.

Oh, thank you,
Sergeant Blaketon.

It's a brand new blanket
they've nicked, you know.

And a load of milk, you know.

I want 'em arrested and charged.

If you don't leave my
station now, Greengrass,

someone will be charging me...

- ...for manslaughter.
- Hang on, sarge.

- When was this?
- Less than an hour ago.

- Where?
- Right outside my front door.

Milk and a blanket.
We should follow this up.

I've told her the police are
setting up a thorough search.

It's only a matter of time.

And there'll be a reward for
whoever finds him. A £100.

The police will get him back,
reward or no reward.

Is Rita all right?

Just about. She's suffering
from nervous exhaustion.

The shock hasn't help.

But she should never have
been allowed to get this tired.

I know.

I don't think Eric has been much
help to her these past few weeks.

I don't think any of you have.

Goodbye.

♪ I've got that feeling, it's her

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ I've got that feeling, it's her

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Let me tell you
about a girl I know

♪ I love her, I love her

♪ When we kiss I let
the love-light show

♪ That I love her, I love her

♪ She is the sweetest
girl I know...

Right, follow the dog.

I'll be on the top road.

It were a brand new blanket,
you know, it's not rubbish.

How long did Dr. Rowan say Rita
would sleep after that injection?

Hour or so.

I'd no idea she'd been
under such a strain.

Oh, come on, Eric,
let's tidy this place up.

It's been a lovely
afternoon, hasn't it?

They wouldn't believe us though,
would they, if we told them? Mmm?

They wouldn't let me keep you, no.

My own little baby.

Yes.

So, I'm going to
have to say goodbye.

Excuse me. Is your husband in?

I'm afraid not.

And I don't know when he'll be back.

Can I help?

It's my wife. She's gone missing.

I came home from work
and she wasn't there.

Oh, yes?

We had a big barney this
morning, and she ran off.

She's not been back since.

She came to see you about, ummm...

...us not being able to have a baby.

She wanted me to have a test,
and I had a right go at her.

I didn't mean it.

Your wife's Sarah Collins?

Yeah.

I think you'd better
come in for a minute.

♪ Need someone's hand

♪ To lead me through the night

♪ I need someone's arms

♪ To hold and squeeze me tight ♪

They look nice, don't they? Mmm?

They'll look after you till
your mum comes to fetch you.

Come on, kids, time to go in.

Yeah Sarah, come on, let's eat.

Oooh, right.

♪ I need some lips

♪ To feel like you're mine

♪ I need someone to stand up

♪ And tell me when I'm lying

And when the lights are low

♪ And it's time to go

♪ That's when I need
your love so bad

Bye-bye, little one.

CRIES

Alf, it's Kate.

I need to get hold of
Nick quite urgently.

Can you get him to call me.

Well, I'll do my best, Kate.
He's out on a search.

Hold on.

Nick. Can you give your
wife a call? It's urgent.

What do you think's the
matter with her, Doctor?

Sometimes, when someone's desperate
to have a baby, they can get...

...I suppose the word is obsessed.

And it makes them
behave out of character,

do things they wouldn't normally do.

And if she has taken the baby?

What will happen to her?

I don't know. But if she has,
she's going to need help.

PHONE RINGS
Excuse me.

Hello?

Nick, can you come
home straight away?

I've got Sarah Collins'
husband with me.

I think she may have the baby.

BABY CRYING

Bob! Jim! Come here, quick.

It must be the missing baby.

Oh, this has to be a setup.

Don't be daft.

People around here might have it in
for us, they couldn't be not that sick.

They'll soon point the finger
if we turned up holding him.

Well, we can't just leave
him here, can we?

Well, his mother,
she must be frantic.

Well, it all seems to add up.

Chances are, she's still wandering
around the moors somewhere.

I'll have to report her missing.

She's probably feeling very confused.

Is she going to go to prison?

The most important
thing is to find her.

You go home and wait there.

If she does turn up, call me or
Ashfordly Police Station immediately.

Alright, thanks.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

I just hope we're right about this.

He's never coming back, is he?

It's a punishment to me.

Isn't it?

I wasn't a good enough mother.

Oh, nonsense.

You're the best mum
Jack could have want.

It's Eric and I that haven't
been good enough.

We haven't been much
help to you dear, have we?

I'm sorry.

I've been so tired. I thought everyone
was thinking I couldn't cope.

Oh, come on.

You'll see, Jack will be coming
through that door at any minute.

He doesn't want to see his
mum like this now, does he?

LOUD KNOCK ON DOOR

I know sounds it's bizarre,
but we found him in the garden.

He's alright. He's not been out
there long enough to get cold.

And I've just given him some milk.

Oh, come through to the kitchen,
it's warmer in there.

- What, he just appeared?
- Yeah.

Before you guy get any weird ideas,

we haven't been hiding him
under the stairs all this time.

- I didn't think you had.
- Good.

Alf, it's Nick.

The baby's been found.

Sarah, love, where have you been?

I've been so worried.

Oh I can't tell you how good
it feels to have him back.

Well he doesn't seems to
have come to any harm.

Oh, it's such a relief.
Really, I can't thank you both enough.

We put up a reward,
who do we owe it to?

The commune at Featherstone Hall.

Really? Oh well, I'd better go
and see them in the morning.

Constable, you're
wanted on the phone.

Here, you take him.

Hello, treasure.

She hardly said a word when
she came in, she just collapsed.

Did she mention the baby?

Yeah.

She just said she would
never have hurt him.

She just wanted to
know what it felt like.

I think we'd better take
her into hospital, now.

♪ I don't want you to worry, baby

♪ I know we can make
everything all right

♪ Listen to my plea, baby

♪ Bring it to me

♪ Because I need

♪ Your love so bad ♪

Constable Rowan, what a pleasure.

Mrs. Doubleday wanted a lift.

Yes, I just wanted to say that
I'm sorry for the unpleasantness,

and to pass on the reward.

What reward?

It's a £100, for bringing
the baby home.

What did you think we were
going to do, keep him?

We don't need your money,
Mrs. Doubleday.

Thanks, but no thanks.

- I don't understand.
- No, none of you do.

What do you think we
were doing here in the hall?

We were trying to
lead a better life.

Your money's not important to us.

Anyway... we're going.

Are you going for good?

Yep. This builder made
me an offer for the Hall.

Well, it makes more
sense than us sticking

around here freezing to
death over the winter.

So... you can tell Mr. Blaketon,
he's won his little battle.

But I'm afraid he's going
to lose the campaign.

You waiting for somebody, Claude?

I might be.

You might have to wait a long time.

I've just had a word with Roddy Imlay
about the Highways Act, 1835.

Well he wouldn't want to let himself
in for a £20 fine now, would he?

Have you just nobbled his jockey?

What, me?