All language subtitles for heartbeat_18e07_return_crossing

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

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

Trailer for sale or rent.

Rooms to let 50 cent.

No phone, no pool, no pets.

I ain't got no season rent. All but two
hours of

pushin' broom.

Buys a eight -by -twelve four -bedroom.

I'm a man of means by no means.

What's the problem, officer?

It's a construction and use check, sir.

Can I see your licence, insurance and
registration documents, please?

A bit unusual, all this.

Yeah, well, it's in response to some
complaints we've had about unsafe

What's your axle capacity?

Four tonnes.

What have you got on the back?

Nothing much.

Just taken a load of sheep over to
Holland via Homberside. I'm on my way

now. Travelling light.

Could you open it up, please?

Be my guest.

Hello.

That all seems in order.

My pleasure.

I wasn't expecting anybody.

Good day, Ollie.

Ollie,

they're on.

Looks like he's playing finders keepers.

Hello. Mrs Beresford? Yes.

Frank Carter.

I was a business associate of your
husband.

I'm sorry, have we met?

Oh, we have now.

Well, I'm sure Bob must have mentioned
you.

Are you grandchildren?

Yeah.

Well, after Bob died, the house was much
too big for me, so they all moved in.

Please, come on. Come on.

You guys think you've got any requests?

Yeah, it's time to stop.

Well, he wants another drink. Oh, not
likely. Just tell him to drink up and

Why me?

It was your idea to liven things up. Er,
I wanted a jukebox, if you remember.

He was my second choice.

He's rubbish.

Oh, just a friend of your father's.

Is Alan at the yard?

Probably. Phoned earlier to say he'd
docked.

Right.

Well, you all have your tea without me.

What, on your phone?

No.

No, I need to see him.

What about tomorrow?

No, I... Don't think so, thanks. Just
quit while you're winning, eh?

Who's that?

Eric's pianist.

Oscar's just sacked him.

Oh, Mr Blaketon.

This is Mr Bukowski.

Tomasz Bukowski.

Oh, that's right, yeah. And he's
Bukowski.

Yes, David, I know. Welcome, Mr
Bukowski.

He's from Poland.

Really? Yeah, and he's over here. He's
looking for somebody that he met during

the war, and I said that you'd probably
help. Did you now?

Mr Blaketon is a proper private
detective.

Oh, please, no, that is not what I want.
I have come myself to find her.

Ah, is that her, is it?

She was my friend.

An old flame.

Flame? Girlfriend.

Oh, yes.

Two bald tyres, an out -of -date tack
disc and an exhaust pipe tied up with a

bit of string.

Not much to show, is it?

No, sir.

The traffic must have gone Weatherby and
Younger's way.

Looks like it.

Did you caution anyone else other than
these few?

I had a word with one or two, but you
know farmers, they don't respond well to

bureaucracy.

That's how you see these checks, is it?

If the complaints have been about
overloaded stone lorries, shouldn't we

targeting the quarry instead of
alienating the locals?

Yeah, there's something in that,
Sergeant.

This isn't making us flavour of the
month.

This is not a popularity contest,
Junger. It's about road safety.

And as for targeting the quarries,
forget it.

If we don't show an even hand to all
road users, the quarry owners will soon

plead victimisation. Keep at it.

We met in Lincoln.

She was a land girl. Me, a pilot.

She was my first love.

Ah, and she lived here?

Not in the village, no, but somewhere in
the area.

And this was the last I hear from her.

Janet? Janet Norris. You know her? No,
I'm afraid not.

I'm afraid the North York Moors is a
very big place, Mr Bookie.

And this is all you've got to go on?

Yes. And the singing. She told me she
used to sing in the church choir.

What, here?

Possibly, I think.

Oh, well, we could ask around, couldn't
we, Oscar?

You're very kind.

I have no money to repay such help, but
I could play the piano for you.

Really? Yes, I hear your pianist has
gone.

Well, yes, but we weren't actively
looking for a replacement.

Who said?

I did.

It will be my pleasure, I assure you.

No, that's wonderful.

Isn't it, Oscar?

Evelyn, what are you doing here?

Waiting.

You talked early today. What kept you?

One of two things. Why do you ask?

Well, I don't know what's going on
around here.

Why? Are you at a loose end?

No, not especially.

Then why not leave well alone?

Enjoy your dividend and let me worry
about this place.

I had a visitor today.

A business associate of Bob's.

Frank Carter.

Do you know him?

Yeah.

There was something very unsettling
about him.

Almost threatening.

He said he and Bob had an arrangement
that he was anxious to continue.

Bob's not here, Evelyn.

That's how you we do business with now.

Well, what exactly is his business?

I have had a long day.

Why don't you just go home and stop
meddling?

Meddling? Now, look, I am the majority
shareholder in this firm, so when I ask

question, I expect to get an answer.

You really want to know, do you?

Yes.

Carter is a crook.

So was Bob.

What do you mean?

Carter sells cigarettes and booze.

A legitimate business, but with a
profitable sideline smuggling stuff in

abroad. Smuggling?

No, Bob would never have had anything to
do with that. No?

Not even when it saved him from going
bust?

So, how long was Bob doing this?

Until the day he died.

No.

Does anyone else know? Just us.

Bob kept the keys to this wagon.

Only the two of us were ever allowed to
drive it.

Well, I'm sorry, Alan. I owe you an
apology.

Of course you must say no to this man.

I gave up a night in for them.

It's so calm.

Do you not like it?

Very nice in its place.

Yeah. Where's that?

The Chapel of Wrath.

You having another?

No, thanks.

I'm going home to top myself.

Hey, we can't all go at once.

It'll look rude.

I don't. Oscar?

You're not off as well.

I'm sorry, Dawn.

Well,

it's turning into a stampede.

You're not going to, are you, Joe?

No, I'm staying right here until the
rain stops.

Just a few words of thanks on behalf of
Ashbilly Children's Home for all of you

for coming. And a special thank you to
Evelyn.

As a fundraiser for the home, I know how
lucky I am to have the support she

gives, as she does with so many other
charities in the area.

Having had the experience of life in a
children's home, this charity is very

dear to me.

In particular, the money raised helps
fund the home's policy of keeping

together. The importance of this was
brought home to me recently when I

to search for my brother.

Still can't quite believe it, even now.

To be honest, you know, where are you?

Australia. Yeah, I know, a big country.

Are you still going to try and find him?
Oh, yeah, of course.

Decided for you. Thank you.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello?

Who?

Frank.

Um...

Right, just a moment, please.

I'd better take this call upstairs,
darling, OK? Could you put the phone

for me, please?

Thank you.

I'm going to go now. Thank you very
much.

I'm disappointed.

I thought you had more clout.

He wants to wipe the slate clean, so
please, don't call again.

Wipe the slate clean? Oh, I don't think
so. It seems more like business as usual

with me out of the deal. What do you
mean?

He's bringing stuff in and going to my
customers direct. I can't let that

happen. Is that a threat?

Are you threatening me?

Hello?

Another foreigner?

Oh, that? No.

Oh, that's a Keola there.

It's a souvenir from Australia.

You've been there?

No, no.

Rosie sent it to me.

She's a friend of mine. She used to help
Mr Skips out at the garage.

She's written saying that she's coming
back soon.

For good, I hope.

Right. Here's the church.

Ah, thank you.

Well, I'll wait for you.

No, not David.

We smell trouble.

Well, I'd like to see if you can help
out anyway.

Thank you so much.

Enjoy.

Bye -bye.

Bye. No evening.

She had to go out.

I wonder where she got to. Is everything
all right?

I don't know.

What is it, Jackie?

Someone who knew my father came to see
Mum.

He seems to have really upset her.

How?

I'm not sure.

I think that was him on the phone. I
overheard part of the call.

She sounded frightened.

Have you asked her about it? Yes, but
she fobbed me off that it was nothing to

do with me.

Well, if she's been...

Threatened somehow. I could mention it
to Joe Mason.

You let me think you've put a stop to
it.

Alan, I want you to stop this now.

Really? What will you be giving up? Your
comfortable lifestyle?

Your shopping trips?

Your holidays?

Your grandchildren's private education?

Don't be ridiculous.

Where do you think it all comes from,
Evelyn? This place, of course. The

that Bob built.

Our day -to -day profits barely cover
costs.

Certainly not enough to keep you and the
family in a style to which you've

become accustomed.

A pity thing. What will that matter if
you get caught?

Because you're going to go to jail, so
what's the family going to do then?

If Carter has his way, we are all going
to go under.

Tell me how.

If he does anything and only incriminate
himself, he's only got to you because

he knows I won't crack.

This is business, Evelyn.

We've been taking all the risks.

Now we can take all the profit.

He was very friendly, but of course he
was not a vicar during the war.

Well, did he know who was?

Yes, but he died.

David, that's enough.

So you've got no further forward, then?

A little, perhaps. The vicar said the
choir master was still alive.

Did he give you a name?

Wilfred Sedman.

An address?

Only the name.

David!

What else am I going to play?

Well, practice makes perfect. Ah, you're
the rest of us crazy now. Cut it out!

Sorry.

Right, uh, Wilfred Thedman.

Well, I'll do what I can do.

What's up?

I was at Evelyn Beresford's today for a
coffee morning.

Her daughter Jackie told me she thinks
her mum is receiving threats.

Oh?

She overheard what she took to be a
threatening phone call.

Have you spoken to Mrs Beresford about
it?

Jackie doesn't want her mum to know she
was eavesdropping.

Well, if Mrs Beresford isn't worried
enough to come and see me herself, it's

hard to see how I can help.

A discreet word is all I'm asking.

OK.

I'll see what I can do. OK.

Thanks.

brought in customer, Danny.

Aye, as fast as we're losing the
regulars.

Yeah, well, if they can't appreciate it,
it's their luck out.

Ooh, quite the connoisseur.

No, not at all, but I've left the bags
open for half a pint of bitter and a

packet of crisps. What more can you
expect?

Aidensfield Arms.

Wilfrid Sedman.

That's his address.

So, how long do you reckon it would
take, then?

I mean, not to be as good as you, but,
you know, just, like, you know, good

enough sing -alongs and that.

That is very hard to say, David.

When I was a boy, my father was my
teacher.

It is easy to learn paths when you are
very small.

Yes, Marcel.

Is this it?

Dad.

Dad, we've got visitors.

Come in. Come in. No, no, please, do not
get up.

Tomasz Bukowski.

Mrs. Bersman?

Constable, is something wrong?

No, no, just a routine call.

Routine? It won't take long.

Ollie! Well, please come in.

Ollie!

Ollie!

Nana, we can't find Ollie.

Well, keep calling.

He can't have gone far.

Now, what can I do for you, Constable?

We are carrying out vehicle checks in
the area.

As Beresford's haulage is on my patch, I
thought I'd call personally and tell

you about our concerns.

I see.

We've had complaints about lorries with
unsafe loads.

I wouldn't expect that your closed
wagons are involved, but we're making

checks on all vehicles.

I expect your drivers may have said
something.

No. No, no. But then, of course, I'm not
at the yard that often. Perhaps you

really ought to speak to my son -in
-law.

Yes, of course.

Then again, I could speak to him myself.

You must be so busy.

Oh, yes.

Well, I'll make sure that he gets the
message.

And thank you so much for calling.

And if there's anything else that you
need to talk to me about, you know where

am.

Nana, we've found Ollie asleep.

He won't wake up.

Here we are.

Oh, yes,

it's some time since I looked at these.

We used to have a choir photograph taken
every harvest festival.

Now then.

Oh, yes, yes. We had some very fine
sopranos and contraltos round about that

time. Of course, we lost one or two
bassists and baritones to the military

establishment.

But we soldiered on.

There's no richness in the tone.

There. She anneth.

Oh. Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, a very pretty face and a very, very
nice voice, I seem to remember.

Well, that's how we met.

Me at the piano, Janet singing like an
angel.

Well, now, let's see if she came back
after the war.

Yes.

Oh, yes.

Do you know where she is now, Mr Fedman?
What?

Oh, good heavens, no, no, no, no, no.
During my time as choir master, so many

people came and went.

It's a miracle I can remember that face.

But now I've come to think about it.
Yes, I seem to recall that she was

sweet on one of these young fellows.

Caused a bit of rivalry.

And, of course, it played havoc with the
choir's cantabile.

Look, go back into the house with Mummy,
OK?

How old was he?

About six, I think.

In good health?

Apparently, yes.

Does the gardener keep chemicals in the
shed?

Well, yes.

If you'd like to give me a sheet or a
blanket, I'll cover him up.

Right.

Well, I recognise him.

And the other two?

No, but that's Kenny Dobson.

His mother cleaned here for a while.

And he still lives here?

No, I think he moved to Manchester, but
I could ask his mother. Oh, thank you.

Look, what if he was Janet's boyfriend?

What if they were married?

How would you feel about that?

To know that she is alive and happy is
enough for me. Mr Whitehead?

Someone's gone and locked the piano.

Yes, David, it was the man from Music
Lovers Anonymous.

Is he coming back?

Not before tonight.

Oh, which reminds me, Thomas, about this
evening. What you've been playing so

far has been very nice.

But how can I put it?

This is not the Palm Court.

This is a pub.

And our regulars would like something a
bit more lively.

You know? Do you understand?

Something a bit more rousing.

I understand completely.

What were you doing there in the first
place?

I'd been given information that Mrs
Beresford was being threatened.

She's made a complaint?

Her daughter.

I'm sorry, I'm not with you. Who was
being threatened?

Evelyn Beresford.

But she said nothing to you?

No, but I could sense that something was
wrong.

I don't think the death of the dog was a
coincidence.

What makes you say that?

Just a feeling.

Well, unless you have it in mind to
perform a post -mortem on the dog.

I suggest you find something a bit more
pressing to do.

Can you manage on your own for a bit?

Why? Where are you going?

Down to the cellar.

See if the rats have jumped ship.

Right, you two. I want you to get back
into bed as quick as you can.

Go on.

I want you to be fast asleep when Mummy
and Daddy get back.

There's one thing I've got to say.

There's got to be some change in me.

Morning, sir.

Constable.

Something wrong?

No, no, no. Just a random vehicle check,
sir.

I'd like to see your registration,
licence and insurance documents, please.

Well, yeah, I've got two out of the
three here. The registration forms are

the office.

Company vehicle, is it? Yes.

In the name of?

F Carter Limited.

Your own firm?

Yes.

OK. OK.

Well, it all seems in order.

What about the registration?

No. No need to bother. Sorry to have
held you off.

If I had riches of silver and gold

and all the money my pockets

could hold.

Till I would have seen them all

For a moment of love You won't see them
again.

Mrs. Beresford.

How are you?

In one piece.

But only just.

The doctor says you might be up to
answering one or two questions.

Well, there's not really much to say.

Tell me what happened.

I'm not sure if I can.

I remember driving along the road and
then nothing else, really, until I woke

here.

I've not been sleeping well and I took
some tablets.

And I think I was still feeling drowsy
when I woke up this morning and I think

must have dozed off at the wheel.

The marks on your car seem to indicate
that you were in collision with another

vehicle.

Really? One that didn't stop.

Do you remember another vehicle, Mum?

No. No, not really. But it might come
back to me, of course.

Hello, Evelyn.

How are you?

How does it look?

Poor you.

Could you just ask the nurse to deal
with these, dear?

I think Mum should sleep now.

Yes. Yes, of course.

And I'm sorry not to have been of more
help.

Yeah. Bye.

I want this stopped now.

You need to rest, Evelyn.

I think she knows exactly what happened
and who caused it. That man who's been

threatening her raped somebody.

So why isn't she saying?

I think she's too frightened.

Tinsdale? How do you spell that, Mr
Sedman?

Er, yeah.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

The old choir master has found a
photograph given to him on his 60th

the choir.

Everyone signed it.

What, Janet signed it? Yes, and Joe
Jessop, who you remember as a farmer's

from Tinsdale.

The choirmaster thinks he was Janet's
boyfriend.

Oh, right.

Gerard Jarvis Jessop.

J. Jessop, Leebank Farm, Tinsdale.

Is that close to you?

Well, it's on the road to Pickering, but
I guess you could ask David to take

you. He has helped enough already.

Is there a bus?

Back so soon?

Yeah, we were running out of paper.

What about you?

Traffic checks?

Er, no.

What, nothing?

I've been busy with this RTA.

What, the woman who ran into a ditch?

Give me a rep.

That's busy, mate.

Blown tyre, was it?

No. She reckons that she fell asleep at
the wheel, but I'm not convinced.

I think another vehicle was involved.

Did you stop everything at the road
check?

Er, everything except motorbikes. Why do
you ask?

Well, if another vehicle was involved,
you probably stopped it.

What time?

Between 9 and 9 .30.

There's the list.

We stopped two cars, a lorry and a van
during those times. F Carter.

F for Frank.

Do you remember anything about this van?

You're joking.

Do you?

I don't think so.

Oh, yes, I do, yes.

He was the boss.

I do remember thinking that the van was
a bit battered for the boss to be

driving.

What can I do for you? I believe you
were stopped in a traffic check earlier

today.

Yes. A transit van, registration JOO793.

Yeah, the officer said not to bother
about the registration documents, but

they're here if you want to see them.

I'm investigating another matter,
actually.

An accident that happened a mile or two
up the road from the checkpoint.

You don't know anything about that, do
you?

Accident?

No, I didn't see anything.

My colleague remembers your van as being
a bit battered. Ah, well, yes.

Guilty as charged. See, my drivers
aren't as careful with my vehicles as

are with their own.

What do they deliver?

Wholesale beer, spirits and tobacco to
the retail trade.

That's a bomb -proof business, Mr
Gardner. I'm not complaining.

The van.

Would it be possible for me to take a
look at it? Oh, I was afraid you'd ask

that. And why's that?

Why, it's not here.

Yeah, I sent it to the body shop for a
respray.

That's unfortunate.

Yeah, I only booked it in yesterday.

Yesterday? Well, it was a bad advert for
it.

You see, I don't normally drive the
vans, but I thought I'd take it for a

see if it was worth spending the money.

Give me the address of the body shop, if
you like.

In the chilly hours and minutes of
uncertainty, I

want to be in the warm heart of your
loving mind.

To feel you all around me and to take
your hand

along the sand.

I bet I may as well try and catch the
wind.

The man had been stripped.

Sanded down and undercoated.

The body repairman gave me a rough idea
of what damage had been covered up, but

any evidence of a match with Mrs
Beresford's car is now gone.

If it was there.

Sarge, this started with menacing visits
and phone calls, followed by the

suspicious death of a family pet, now
this accident.

I'm sure that Carter's guilty of
blackmail and intimidation.

You may well be, but you've got no
proof.

Mrs Beresford said that she fell asleep
at the wheel.

Carter's van may well have been on the
road at the relevant time, and it may

well have been dented, but he'd booked
it in for a respray before the accident

happened. Well, that all seems too much
of a coincidence.

Well, I admire your persistence, lad,
but until somebody makes a formal

complaint, you've got no case to pursue.

Hello, Richard.

Can we say hello?

Whatever you want to call him.

Has Richard come back from the shop yet?

No, not yet, Mummy.

So you saw her but you didn't speak to
her?

Why not?

It's difficult to say.

I think about Jeannette so much.

Dreamed one day I would meet her.

But when I saw her... She changed?

No.

She was as beautiful as I can remember.

So what stopped you then?

She looked happy.

I saw Janet and her husband so happy
together, I said... I said, what are you

doing here, Tomás?

You can only bring embarrassment to this
place.

Well, I feel proper done.

I will pack my bag.

What, you're leaving straight away?

Well, who's going to play the piano for
us?

One more night, I will play for you.

Yes? Oh, hello, David.

Oh, I heard you just found her.

Oh.

Oh, are you going now?

Later, tonight.

Okay. It's just I wanted to show you a
piano.

Oh, but it's not in perfect condition. I
just thought it might do for me to, you

know, practice on.

Five minutes and I will come.

Perhaps on the way we can return the
photograph to Mr. Thedman?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Oh.

Fine. No.

The shop assistant says he left her
about three quarters of an hour ago. I

phoned friend's houses where he might
have gone.

He seems like a sensible lad for his
age, Mrs Page. Yes, but after everything

that's happened.

All right, first things first.

Friends and family.

Checked. Garden shed, tree house, places
he liked to visit.

What about your mother? Did he say he
wanted to visit her in hospital?

Yes, but surely it's too far for him to
go himself, isn't it? It's worth

checking. I know Carol's visiting her
today.

I'll ask her to keep an eye out for him.

I thought it was bound here, though.

I didn't think it'd still be here.

You know?

I said, if I can take it, then I can
have it for nothing.

What do you think, eh?

I mean, I know it needs a bit of work
here and there.

Here and there, yes.

Here, there and everywhere.

Well, it's just, you know, with Mr
Blaketon keeping the plan a lot these

thought this would do the job.

Well, I'm pretty sure that it sounds
much better than it looks, so, uh...

go on, have a go.

Oh, I'm sorry, David.

It's all right. I know it's not you.

I mean, this is a bad idea.

What do you mean?

There is too much to repair.

Well, yeah, but I'm getting it for
nothing.

This is worse than nothing.

Please, this piano is no good. It's
useless.

Useless?

A bit like me, I suppose.

No, that is not what I mean.

All I wanted to do was to learn a couple
of tunes.

It's always the flipping same.

David, just stick to what you know.

Well, I'm flipping that enough of it.

Any news?

No. How long's he been gone? About an
hour. I'm sure something terrible's

happened to him.

A car will be with us any time now.

Just one car?

It's all we've got at the minute. After
everything that's happened to us? We

mustn't panic, love.

I'll direct him to start in the village
and head towards Ashfordly. I'll take

the Whitby direction.

I'll cover the place he goes to with his
friends.

Mrs Page, call the station if and when
he should arrive back here.

What's the description?

Eight years old, light brown hair, blue
jacket, grey trousers.

Name? Richard Page.

Start in the village and head north.

We've nothing more to go on? You've got
your instinct on, plus your eyes, ears

and nose.

Sure. Me, Tonto, him, Lassie.

Look, Geoff, do me a favour. Try and get
a hold of Carol at the hospital.

I think the boy may be trying to visit
his grandmother.

Does Mrs Beresford know he's meeting
him? No, but I'd like Carol to tell her.

Well, is there any point in worrying her
at this stage? I think there is.

I think she may know where he's got to.
She may just tell us the truth this

time.

And this is not our fate.

Businessmen, they drink my wine.

Clown men take my herbs.

None of them are long the line.

Nobody of it is worth.

Hey there.

So is he?

Hi, Richard.

You okay?

He's fine, aren't you?

I had an idea this is where he might be.
I told him I had the promise of a

puppy.

Richard couldn't wait.

Sorry to have caused so much bother. As
long as he's safe, Mr Page, I'll go and

tell Mrs Beresford the good news.

Evening the next day. What's going on,
Joe? Are these incidents related?

I think so, and I think she knows why.

What's happening, Constable?

We're continuing with our inquiries.

Well, why aren't you out there looking
for him? I thought you might be able to

help us. In what way?

I think you know where he might have
gone.

Have you talked to Alan?

Yes, and now I'm talking to you.

I believe that Richard has been
abducted, and I think you know why.

Joe?

You have to tell us what you know, Mrs
Beresford.

Evelyn, are you all right to do this?

What about him?

He's the man behind the threat. He's the
one who ran me off the road and I'm

sure that he's the one responsible for
Richard's disappearance.

He's been blackmailing you? He's a
crook.

He's a dealer in contraband and he's the
one who roped in my son -in -law and

husband into his racket and now he's
holding the whole family to ransom.

Your firm has been smuggling goods.

Please, please don't go into this now.
Just please, please find my grandson.

Evelyn.

What have you said?

What you should have been saying all the
time. You know that Carter's got

Richard. Richard's at home.

At home.

Safe and well.

I don't know what mess Evelyn's found
herself in, but she doesn't deserve it.

No. Withholding the news about Richard
was cruel.

Maybe so, but I was getting nowhere. I
had to do something before things got

even more out of hand.

Miller's been in touch with Customs and
Excise.

They came to have a word.

I bet.

Are we going to hand him over?

After we've thrown the book at him.

Right, don't forget to lock up.

Where have you been?

Oh, I had to take Thomas to hospital. We
had a bit of an accident.

No breaks, only bruises.

What happened?

Oh, I... I'd slammed a piano lid on him.

I didn't do it on purpose.

Well, sure, not, David.

I am sorry, Mr Boyden. I cannot play for
you this evening.

Oh, Thomas.

I'm so sorry.

I mean, that's a real shame.

But never mind, I've got some good news
for you.

I've managed to locate an old friend of
yours.

Friend?

Of mine?

Yes.

Waiting for you in the snug.

Just go through.

Well, go on then, Thomas.

Don't keep her waiting any longer.

Who's that, though?

Janet Jess at Well.

Janet Norris, the wife.

Yeah, Thomas got the wrong end of the
stick. I found out that her husband died

in an accident ten years ago.

Well, who's the mum that Thomas saw
then?

Oh, it was just a farm hand.

Where are you going?

Oh, have a look.

Are you on that phone?

It's only a peacock, girl.

It's the ending that I pictured. Well,
by the bandages.

Right, there we are.

What's that for?

Well, that's for you, David, on the
house, for service is rendered.

So he's rendered?

Aye, to me and to all our die -hard,
cloth -eared regulars.

May they all be left to slurp in
silence.

They don't think he's been kidnapped, do
they? He's only seven.

Anything could have happened.

Now we want to find Peter as quickly as
we can, which means we have to tell the

absolute truth.

Mum and Dad will be cross.

A gossip, dear lady.

That's what I need.

Get down!