All language subtitles for heartbeat_s02e08_baby_blues

Heartbeat, what do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Heartbeat, what does a love kiss say in
my memory?

Everywhere and nowhere, baby.

That's where you're at.

Going down the bumpy hillside.

In your hippie hat.

Flying across the country.

What's Greengrass doing with that
animal?

Claude's latest acquisition, that is.

He bought it?

Aye. Thoroughbred too, he reckons. But
if you ask me, it's more hunting than

racehawks. Still, it might win the odd
steeple, Jez.

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

Unlike some.

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

Is that the Featherstone hauler?

Hippies.

Starting a commune in that grand spot,
whatever next.

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

I thought that place was a ruin.

Well, if it isn't now, it so 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 lunchtime.

Does that really matter?

I think you're worrying unduly.

Jack is 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?

Yes.

I love horses. Hey, you're not right,
are you? Me?

I've never even been on a rocking horse.

Pretty odd.

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

Rosie Imlay's promised to teach me,
though.

Is he that chap who works at the hunt
kennels? Yeah.

Do you know him very well?

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, 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 surprised.

Marjorie Doubleday has that effect on
me, too.

Feeling the pressure of it, are you?

He says with a hint of optimism.

Well, you know, you've only got to ask.

Actually, I've got to pop in to Whitby
tomorrow.

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

Yes, of course.

I'll tell you what you're doing off on
yourself.

I'll give you a leg off. Oh, don't.

It collapse.

He's a thoroughbred, you know. He could
be entirely strong.

He'd help me off as soon as he looked at
me. Go away.

Hey, do you reckon you could hold a word
with that ruddy Emily?

I'll make it worth your while.

Beautiful. Beautiful.

This is what I brought us here for.

The sky's so big, you just want to sit
on the ground and be amazed by it. Don't

you 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
here in the morning

when we ride.

In the morning, when we ride, that's the
time,

that's the time, I love the best.

How'd you get on?

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

I forgot to take the card out of the
window. Don't worry, we'll win them

promise.

In the morning, when we ride, that's...

Dr. Ron!

Mrs. Collins, hello.

Hello. Hello.

I don't suppose there's any news?

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

Oh, OK. Well, keep your fingers crossed
for me. I will.

Call in at the surgery in the morning.
OK. 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?

So what's in it for me, then?

We'll get you cut.

Really?

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

We'll sort some of it out.

All right.

I spoke to Roddy and Lee. You'll meet
your first thing in the morning.

I don't know.

They come in here.

One pint each all evening.

I'm going to ask them to leave.

Too right.

I'm the hog in the fire.

Just do something. I can't stand it. You
can't stand it. How do you think I am?

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 am trying to do?

Only get some sleep.

Oh, have you?

And I haven't, I suppose.

Be reasonable, Rita.

Take him out of here. I've got to go to
work tomorrow.

Oh, well, aren't you the lucky one?

I've got the afternoon off tomorrow.

Have you now?

Alex was dying to get his hands on the
surgery, so I told him I had to go to

Whippy and he said he'd cover for me.

That was very generous.

Can you come too?

I've got to work the afternoon, love.

Aidensfield Police.

Yeah?

Well, if it's a domestic, I'm afraid
there's not much I can do about it,

Oh, right.

Yeah, well, that's different.

OK, I'll go round.

Thanks.

The double day's around again.

Hammer and tongs, according to the
neighbour.

And the baby seems to be involved.

Perhaps he should come too.

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

If none of you bought a drink in ages.

Well, is there a rule about how long a
drink's got to last?

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 Aitensfield

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

You've been sitting ogling the fire all
night. It's time to give someone else a

look in.

Right there, George.

Idle beggars.

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

There's someone at the door, Eric.

It'll be that man from next door again.

Tell him to go and mind his own
business.

For God's sake, Eric, go and get it
yourself.

We've had complaints 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 topping out
the laundry.

What's the matter with him?

He's a 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?

He's choking.

There's all the washing and the ironing
and 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

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

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

Jack's asleep.

You see if you can get some rest too.

Go on.

I don't know what she expects from me.

I come home from work and please, it's
like a pigsty.

I'd get me 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.

Come on, you're supposed to be the one
looking after the fire. Where's the

Jim, wake up.

Time to face the material world.

Shopping. Oh, no.

I know that's what we're trying to get
away from.

My club.

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

When I see her... Uh -huh.

That's the time.

That's the time.

I love the best...

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

A bit of training.

Good, isn't he, eh?

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.

Look, there's nothing to stop my arse
patting and repatting on a public

No wrong with that.

Well, isn't it dangerous?

Ah.

No, but who's to say it's dangerous?

That horse is galloping.

Galloping? Look, you can't stop my arse
going for a gentle stroll.

Oh, he happens to break into a canter
now and again. He's still not going any

faster than most of the cars that come
up this way.

Well, break too much down for it.

I'll have to sit down then, won't I?

Whoops.

So didn't Eric get up to feed Jack?

He said he were going to.

But he fell back to sleep.

Anyway, I had to iron his shirt for him.

I didn't get it done yesterday.

You could do with some help at home.

What about your family?

They live too far away.

I saw Eric's mother yesterday.

Won't you let her give you a hand?

I'll not have that woman anywhere near
me.

I used to be Miss Doubleday's Saturday
girl.

She liked me well enough then when I
were a skivvy, buttering up all her

customers for her.

But then I started being 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 was pregnant, she
blamed me for everything.

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

I trapped him, you see.

But he'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 clothes into mine.

But I won't let her.

He's mine.

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

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. Yes.

Well?

I'm afraid the test's come back negative
again, so... No.

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

I'm sorry, it's definitely negative.

What's wrong with me?

We've been married over seven years.

That'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's away travelling a lot.
He's a salesman.

We could do some tests.

See if there's 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.

I've heard about that.

PC Rowan, have you kindly explained to
me how your beat has become a practice

track for the Grand National?

It's Greengrass, Sarge.

He's training a racehorse up and 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.

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 tribe.

Oi, what do you think you're doing? Me.

Rubbish, you're stealing. Come here.

Ah,

you little... Right.

Come on.

Get in there.

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 Establishment Act, 1964.

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

authority.

Well, one horse isn't exactly an
establishment, is it?

Well, there was a jockey as well, you
said.

No, that'll never stand up in court.

Asperley Police?

Yes, Mrs Doubleday.

You're too late.

He's climbed out the window.

He'll be back with those layabouts by
now.

Well, I knew they'd 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 one to try in.

And he bit me 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
to be allowed.

But it'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.

If I'm not having this, I'm going to go
and sort him out. No, Jim, don't start

any trouble. Look, he can't get away
with it, locking up a kid like that.

Listen, I've got a much better idea.

It might make us some money.

Come on.

Oh.

That lot's starting a commune up at
Featherstone Hall.

Old Percy Featherstone's nephew and his
pals.

Have we had any complaints about them?

No, not to my knowledge, no.

Run!

Town Police Clause Act, 1847.

Sorry, sir? 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 my business.

Yeah, 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 could do some tests.

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

I'm not having a debate about it.

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

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 up.

There's nothing wrong with me.

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

But leave me out of it!

Right, Claude, it's opening time.

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

But remember, I'm up for 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.

I brought some moral support, have you,
Constable?

Congrats.

You do realise that under the Town
Police Clauses Act 1847, it's an

to train or exercise an animal on a
street or public thoroughfare to the

endangerment of passers -by.

This is no lapping 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 do in big towns like Ashfordly,
but even there it has to be adopted by

the local council, and it hasn't been,
because I've checked.

Right, Emily, we'd better get the horse
washed up.

In the chilly of a minute of
uncertainty, I

want to be in the warm hold of your
loving

mind.

To feel you all around me and to take
your hand.

Don't stare. It's rude.

Why, deliberately, they're stopping
people coming in.

And that little wretch is grinning at
me.

Well, go on, do something about it.

Good God.

Greengrass is right.

Nick, knit round to double days, will
you?

Hmm? Oh, not again.

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

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

I'm doing it like the music.

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

Oh, yeah.

Well, um, maybe if we just move along a
bit.

I'm sorry, but that's it for today.

Come on, we're not doing any harm. We're
just 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.

More respectable people like you is how
to go picking on innocent kids.

Innocent? He's a thief.

What did you say? All right, come on.
Come on, spaghetti.

Don't you think that's the end of it?
All right.

Is the baby all right? You don't usually
come in the shop. I'll come to see

Eric. Yes, all right, dear. I simply
asked, is the baby all right? I said

fine, he's outside.

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

Rita, she's his grandmother.

I said no, all right. I'm his mother.

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

No one's interfering.

Oh, it's all right, 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.

Thinking about the time you drove in my
car

Thinking that I

might have drove you too far Sarah?

The baby.

It's your mother. It's your bloody
mother that's taken the baby!

Come on, come on. I want some ideas.

Oh, 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

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

Ashfordly Police.

Hello, Mrs Doubleday.

I know it may be difficult of interest.

All right.

But think.

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

She doesn't think I must pick him, does
she? Oh, 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.

Look, you'll have to come with me to get
him back.

We can realise what she's done.

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.

never does.

First things first, eh? 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.

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

If I can be 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, all right?
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? Oh, of course. 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 Featherston
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.

Not much of a life, is it?

Hmm?

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.

Mum reckons they took the baby.

Some sort of vendetta.

Well, that's a bit extreme, Rowan.

So you never can tell what these
layabouts... You just have to see what

got to say for themselves.

I don't believe it myself.

Ted, 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?

Oh, good heavens, no.

And no one in need know the results?

Just you and your wife.

And, of course, Dr Rowan.

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

I know that she'd be 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
Doubleday's general stores shortly after

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.

-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.

That's a goal.

You can check if you like.

That won't be necessary.

You stamp all over my home, accuse my
friends, upset their children.

That's all right. That's what we expect
from you.

Believe me, we're used to it. But, Mr.
Blaketon, don't try and make us feel

freedom is some sort of privilege. It's
a right.

You've got it.

He's got it. We've got it too.

Have you finished?

Snook? Yes.

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

I mean, they're obviously after
Agamemnon.

Sorry? I might as well be talking to
meself. They are thieves.

I mean, they've already nicked his
blanket, haven't they? And if he hadn't

been with me, they'd have had him and
all.

Oh, I see.

Agamemnon's a horse.

I thought you got a strange religion for
a minute.

It's no laughing matter, you know,
Ventress. I mean, he's valuable

He's three -quarter thoroughbred hunter.

Well, you'd better be quick if you're
going to catch the 3 .30 at Weatherby

afternoon.

Of course, CID.

Sergeant Blaketon, I want to make an
official complaint. I've come in here to

report about a gang of us 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, the Knicks,
you know.

I haven't had a load of milk at all. I
want to arrest him and charge him. If

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 them. £100.

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

Is Rita all right?

Just about.

She's suffering from nervous exhaustion.

Shock hasn't helped, but she should
never have been allowed to get this

I know.

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

I don't think any of you have.

Goodbye.

Right, follow the dog.

I'll be on the top row.

Hey, you're 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 had 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.

They wouldn't let me keep you.

No.

My own little baby.

So I'm going to have to say goodbye.

Excuse me.

Is your husband in?

Oh, 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 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, Sarah Collins?

Yeah.

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

I need someone's hand to lead me through
the night.

I need...

They look nice, don't they?

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

Yes.

Mum,

kids, time to go in.

Yes, come on, let's eat.

Oh, right.

Come on.

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, but 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

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.

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.

Bob, Jim, come here quick!

Must be the missing baby.

Oh, this has to be a set -up. Don't be
daft. People round here might have it in

for us. They couldn't be that sick.
They'll soon point the finger if we turn

holding them.

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

And his mother, she must be frantic.

Well, it all seems to add up.

She answers after you, still wandering
around the mall somewhere.

I'll have to report her missing.

She's probably feeling very confused.

Is she going to go to prison?

I think 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.

Right.

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 were the best mum Jack could 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?

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

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

And I've just given him some milk.

We'll come through to the kitchen. It's
warmer in there.

It just appeared.

Yeah.

Before you go getting any weird ideas,
we haven't been hiding in there under

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 seem to have come to
any harm. Oh, it's such a relief,

I can't thank you both enough.

We've 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 want it on the phone.

Here you are. 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.

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?

£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 did you think we were doing here at
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

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?

his jockey. What, me?

doesn't know shit stay in my memory