All language subtitles for heartbeat_s16e13_sleeping_dogs

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

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

Don't forget to breathe now.

Calm, that's it.

Come on, Sally, love. One more push.

That's it, come on.

Good girl, good girl.

It's the boy.

He's a good size lad.

Well done, Sally, love.

Sorry.

It's all right.

It's all right.

I had a call from the Met charge.

Georgina Scripps has been killed in an
accident in the south of France.

Never heard of her.

What's she to do with us?

Oh, she was Bernie Scripps' half
-sister.

Oh, I see.

I was only aware of the brother he had.

Oh, Vernon.

He drowned, poor soul.

Yes, old man Scripps, he had three
children, Bernie, Vernon and Georgina.

Did he indeed?

Well, this is one for PC Walker, but
he's at the hospital.

It's the boy, Frank.

It's a disgrace, you mean.

As if we didn't have enough on our
plates.

Why didn't you tell us?

Because I knew how you'd be.

What's he, back 16 years old, springing
a baby on us?

Sally's just been through quite a lot,
Mr. Jepson.

We're church people here.

I wonder where to look on Sunday.

Sorry to be the bearer of sad tidings,
Bernie.

Oh, that's all right.

We weren't that close, me and Georgina.
She got on better with Vernon.

Happened off Monte Carlo.

Powerboat accident.

She was killed instantly.

Always lived life in the fast lane, did
George?

The sea's not been very kind to you off,
have you?

And wasn't your brother Vernon drowned
at sea?

Oh, aye.

You see what you mean?

Anyway, mustn't keep you, Sergeant.

Thank you for letting me know.

Your cardiograph shows no problem with
your heart, but the blood tests reveal

you're very anemic.

The barium male x -rays and the shape of
your stomach suggest that you may have

a peptic ulcer losing blood.

Though it is rather unusual for a man of
your age to be suffering from a stomach

ulcer. Well, if it's not that, what is
it?

To be certain of what we're dealing with
will operate the day after tomorrow.

And we'll know more then.

Was she married, this Georgina?

I gather not.

Oh, that probably makes Bernard her
closest surviving relative.

Well, I don't know. I suppose so. You
met her, didn't you, David?

Must have had a bob or two knocking
about Monte Carlo. Did she strike you as

wealthy woman?

Well, I mean, she talked quite posh. And
when she was here, Lord Ashley had her

over for dinner and that.

Did he?

My, yes.

Oh, I was just saying, Bernie, how very
sorry I am to hear about your

sister's demise.

Aye, thanks.

With no idea she'd fallen pregnant.

Some clothes she wears.

She did well.

We appreciate what you've done for us,
nurse.

We're thanking you now to keep it to
yourself.

Birth has to be recorded.

You won't keep news of a baby secret for
long, Mr Jepson.

We've always had a good name in these
parts.

Some young care -away taking it from us.

She had been seen a lad labourer from
next arm.

Frank never liked him.

Now it's motorbike, isn't it?

Pickles!

What's up? You know damn well what's up.
I told you to stay away from her.

Aye, maybe, but don't come shouting at
me when I'm working.

And you'll need some work to pay for
this mess.

You won't have money for fancy
motorbikes now.

Anyway. As I was saying, Bernie, at a
time like this, you need your close

friends. So if there's anything I can
do, you've only got to ask.

To be brutally honest, I'd rather like a
bit of peace and quiet to get on with

my work. That's the spirit.

Life must go on, you see.

Just talking to a friend helps you see
that.

You, Bernie, soon as Lister's down in
London.

Hey, is it about the inheritance?

I've no idea.

Well, I hope he remembers who his close
friends are when he cops for her cat.

It's bound to upset him.

Sally's always been the apple of his
eye.

Give it time.

Might grow fond of his grandson.

It's come at a bad time in every way.

Babies cost money, and we're struggling
financially.

Frank's trying to sort out another bank
loan.

Her young chap's in work, you say?

Why, not well paid.

I mean, they're not much more than
children themselves.

We tried to stop them courting.

Well, for better or worse, there's a
baby to deal with now.

I'll pop by soon.

Are you being straight with me?

What do you mean?

Well, if I'd found out a possible heart
attack was a stomach ulcer, I'd look a

lot happier than you do.

They're right.

They're not certain that it is an ulcer.

I think it might be something more
serious.

That's why they need to open me up.

They've said that.

They're going to operate.

Day after tomorrow.

Don't sign one, eh?

What about Gina?

Especially Gina.

Promise me.

Right, who's paying for this? I'll get
it.

At a time like this, Bernie needs his
true friends.

Yeah, I'm sorry to hear about your
sister, Bernie. Yeah, thanks.

Mind you...

It's an ill wind, as they say.

London solicitors have confirmed that
Bernie is a sole beneficiary, haven't

they, Bernie? Yes, they have. Now, will
you stop going on about it? Quite right,

quite right. Give the man a break.

That includes you, David.

What? Why are you always blaming me for
things?

Oh, Katyn, I don't.

Hello, Rob. Any news?

Well, it wasn't a heart attack.

It's severe anemia, probably caused by a
bleeding ulcer.

Ah, well, that's something, I suppose.

Can I have a word, Rob?

I've been dead worried about him.

I wanted to go to the hospital and see
him myself, but I wasn't sure after the

way he'd left things.

Do you think I should?

Actually, he's a bit worn out.

I'll leave it for now.

Oh.

The other fill's been kept in.

Yeah, yeah.

Drink? I could certainly do with one.

Here's your dinner.

The birth of a baby is supposed to be a
joyous occasion, isn't it? Yeah, why?

Young Sally Jepson kept a pregnancy
secret from her parents.

Her dad's not a happy man.

Tifa!

Tifa, be quiet!

Wake up, Peggy!

A proper English breakfast is very hard
to come by in Spain, you know. I can't

believe that you're sitting here eating.

I wet buckets over you and I thought
you'd died.

I spent hours in that church praying
that you'd get into heaven.

Fat chance he's got, deceiving folk like
this. Excuse me, but this doesn't

really involve you, does it? Excuse me,
it does. I'm David's auntie, a bona fide

blood relation.

Well, I said I'm sorry, David, and I am.

And when I saw you here after the
funeral, looking for your passport, you

me you were a ghost.

I was being pursued by the taxman.

So you faked your death and disappeared?

Well, I left me clothes on the beach
with me wallet in so that people would

think I was lost at sea.

Well, you were found.

When you're buried in the church, I put
flowers on your grave and everything.

Bit of a puzzle, that, isn't it?

Where have you been hiding, then?

Fungarola. On the Costa del Sol.

I've got a beach bar.

Hey, David, you'd love it. Oh.

Here. Here we are. Look at that.

Everybody's smiling.

Oh, they all smile there because they're
on holiday.

And the sun always shines.

Not like here, eh?

They've all got tans, you know, like
them movie stars in the pictures.

On Spanish beaches, everyone looks
great, feels great. It's like one long

It's fab, David.

Fab. If it's that fab over there, what
are you doing back over here?

Family business.

The death of my dear sister Georgina.

Her picture was in a French newspaper
some froggy tourist had.

Imagine the shock.

Well, if it's the money you're after,
you can forget it. She's left it all to

Bernie. George and me were very close.
If she'd known I was alive, she'd have

left me my share.

Well, she didn't. And she hadn't. It's
what we see about... Well, you can't

it both ways, matey. You can't be dead
for paying taxes and alive for

money. That's for Bernard and me to sort
out.

I am, after all, his bona fide blood
relation.

A neighbour reported the incident.

Well, I didn't hear out myself.

How did you get that cut lip?

Accident working.

I get that Frank Jefferson's pretty
angry with you at the moment.

Is he?

About Sally's baby.

Don't tell me you didn't know.

Sally had a baby yesterday.

She can't have.

That's what this is all about, isn't it?

Look, I don't know who damaged me bike.
I'll fix it, all right?

You and the Jepsons need to sort this
out. I don't want this nonsense

escalating, OK?

You're a single man?

I was married, but she... Yes, I'm
single.

There's always an element of risk in an
operation of this kind.

What sort of risk?

I just meant, is there anyone you'd like
to see before tomorrow?

No.

No, I'll face it somehow.

You're already at the limit of the
overdraft we agreed last year.

I have to modernise, Simon.

I need a new milking system.

The solution might be to take a short
-term loan from us at the bank.

I get the tale of those 50 acres of non
-Arab.

Any surplus from that sale could be used
for modern life.

He's got a pretty smile.

No one's there, are they?

No. She's just visiting my wife.

Oh, I've just had a call from the
railway station, Sarge. A passenger

ticket collector last night.

I don't know.

Crime -wise, it's getting more like
Chicago every day.

Oh, charge?

He thought he recognised the chap and
he'd like to have a confidential word

the police officer.

Why? It's got nothing to do with us.

Well, he seemed keen to talk to someone.

I've got Bellamy in hospital, a walker
out at an incident and PC Younger on a

course. Well, do you fancy popping down
there yourself, then? In a word, no.

I'm busy!

We did have fun, didn't we?

Me and you, working together.

Yeah, a lot of things did go wrong,
though.

No, not really.

Oh, they did.

Well, all that time that we crashed that
tanker full of brown stuff.

Everybody thought it was a deadly
chemical. We were going to poison the

village. Yeah, but it turned out to be
treacle, didn't it? Mind you, we did

ourselves in a sticky mess one day.

So what are those?

circus animals when he persuaded Lord
Ashfordly to open a safari park.

Yes, well, it wasn't my fault that they
all escaped into Aynesfield.

Oh, yeah, we were scared witless. There
were cavils and flipping zebras all over

the place.

If we were still working together,
we'd... Well, occasionally things might

wrong, but we'd always come smiling
through, wouldn't we?

Well, I suppose so.

And I'll tell you something else.

I've missed you, David.

I really have.

You don't look surprised to see me.

Don't I?

Somebody discharged both barrels of a
shotgun into Tom Pickles' motorbike last

night. Really?

You still got your shotgun, Frank? Yes.

When was it last fired?

Last night.

Both barrels at the rabbits in the lower
field.

I've no witness.

I'm taking this very seriously.

I know you're unhappy about Sally's
baby, and you've probably got it in for

But I want this to end.

Now.

I told you not to mention the baby.

Bernie!

Where's Rosie?

Not repairing the motorbike. Good,
because this needs to be kept under

it were.

What does?

How's your blood pressure, Bernie?

Why? Because we've got a little
surprise.

Well, actually, it's more of a big one.
It's a great big surprise.

We've brought someone to see you.

The last person you'd ever expect to see
again.

Hello, Bernard.

Oh, no.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

Thought you might like a grape.

So you knew I wasn't dead, then?

David told me he'd seen your ghost,
searching for your passport.

Let's just say I had my suspicions.

I'm sorry I deceived you.

So am I.

I'm sorry you didn't come back. Why?

Why? Because you put me in an impossible
position.

I officially identified you as being
dead. How come that body had your

on? Well, I don't know.

It wasn't my fault.

Have you any idea of the emotional and
moral turmoil you put me through,

my suspicions that you were still alive
to myself?

Bernard, I was desperate.

The revenue were after me.

They weren't. That tax inspector was a
phony. He was gone, man.

Yeah, the chief had an ulcer once.

Right as rain he was after they took it
out.

Breathe here.

Gina's worried about you.

Is she?

Well, you must know what you mean to
her.

I suppose I do, yes.

If she was the one in this bed, you'd be
concerned, would you? Of course I

would. Because she'd be...

Trace the world to me.

Do you mean I ran away for nothing?

Question is, why have you come back?

Oh, well, I heard about George.

I wanted to be with family, with you,
Bernard. Careful, Bernie. He's after a

slice of her loot.

Only what's rightfully mine.

She'd have left me some if she'd have
known.

Thing is, Bernard, I've got this idea
for a new business venture in Spain.

You see, he lives in Spain now.

It's full of sunshine and smiling
people.

I'm surprised they're still smiling if
he's over there.

Look, Bernard, don't be like that. Just
split what you get down the middle, and

that'll give me the funds to get under
way.

If the only reason you've come back is
to try and squeeze money out of me, you

can forget it. If she has left anything,
I'd sooner leave it to batter these

dogs home than to you.

Criminal doing it from a bike.

I've got a pretty good idea who it was,
but proving it won't be easy. Well,

young Tom's in a right state.

Really? He didn't seem keen for me to
pursue it.

No, I mean about the baby.

It seems to have come as a genuine shock
to him.

Because he's hardly seen Sally since the
dad stopped them meeting.

Don't be like this, Bernard.

You mean the world to me.

You're the elder brother I always looked
up to.

Sponged off, you mean.

All right.

Forget the money.

It's good to see you.

I've really missed you, you know.

Yeah, well, I've missed you too. Lord
knows why.

In case you ever did come back, I've
kept the mail that came for you.

As you're back in the land of the
living, perhaps you'd better deal with

lot. Mainly bills, I suspect.

I just popped down to the station on my
break and had a word with the ticket

collector. About this fare dodger he
recognised?

Yes. And if he's right, well, it's very
puzzling.

And a bit unsettling.

I wouldn't have had him down as your
brother, Bernie. Didn't seem entirely

trustworthy to me.

Takes one to know one, eh?

What was that?

It's a letter from our George, not
realising that I was, so to speak,

Listen to this.

Had a big win at the casino.

Always felt we were kindred spirits.

Bernard has plenty of dosh.

If I pop me clogs first, I intend to
leave it all to you.

It's in her own handwriting.

What a decent lawyer. I could collect
the lot.

Bernard Strips, I'd like you and your
brother to accompany me to Ashfordly

Police Station.

Why, may.

I need to question you about a possible
conspiracy to pervert the course of

justice.

And if you don't come voluntarily, I
shall have to arrest you on suspicion of

murder.

There is a body buried in a grave marked
Vernon's script.

I have asked the coroner... To organise
exhumation and a second post -mortem. I

want to know why you identified that
body as your dead brother.

Look, Vernon went missing by the coast.

A body dressed in his clothes, similar
build and everything, was washed ashore.

I know I'm an undertaker, but looking at
your own brother's different.

I was told his face had been bashed
about on the rocks.

Well, I was certain it was Vernon. I
barely glanced at him. It was just a

mistake.

It's a nightmare, this is.

Having faked your own death, it wasn't
very clever coming back, was it?

It wasn't like that. Don't tell me now.
Wait for the interview.

I was driven to suicidal thoughts
because a tax inspector was trying to

in prison.

Well, now it seems he was a con man.

I couldn't go through with it.

I decided to do a runner.

So I put my clothes and my wallet on the
beach.

Well, to lay a false trail.

Look, whoever's in that grave must have
taken my clothes and drowned somehow.

I've done nothing wrong.

Hi there.

I know it's not visiting hours, but I
could just pop and see Phil Bell and he

could have.

He's having an operation today.

An operation?

Well, are you a relative?

I'm his fiancée.

You didn't tell me you were engaged.

Your fiancée's here. And don't worry,
I've squared it with the sifter.

Sorry about that.

I feel a bit embarrassed, but they
weren't going to let me see you

All right.

I'm glad you came.

How are you?

Truth.

All the better for seeing you.

Come here.

You've got to be more than six years old
when you're not dead while they set up

the fight for it and had the cheek to
blame me for it.

I've always had to fight for my good
name with you around.

But count of the time you've dropped me
in it.

Who made a mess on me doorstep for me to
clear up.

All your life I've had to bail you out.
It's been one long litany of craftily

irresponsible behaviour. And now you've
got me banged up like a common criminal.

Thank you, Vernon.

Thanks a lot.

I didn't break Dad's wireless.

It wasn't me.

I ended it because I thought.

I didn't want you saddled with an
invalid.

You're joking.

Gina, after all you've been through, you
deserve more than that.

Phil, I care about you.

You. If you're ill, it doesn't mean I'm
going to care any less.

Anyway, you haven't got a heart
condition.

The doctors say tests indicate you've
got bleeding from an ulcer.

They're going to operate and you'll be
right as rain.

Well, they're not saying that it is an
ulcer.

That's why they want to operate. They
think it might be more serious.

Which means it... Well, it might be...
You know, cancer.

There you go again.

Always feeling the worst.

It's a good job I'm here.

And I'm staying now till I know what's
what.

Right?

OK, Bernie. You're free to go for the
moment.

You'll stay here in custody pending
further inquiries.

And British Railways would like payment
for the fare you evaded.

My mum's gone into town to get the baby
stuff and that.

To clean the pram up. It's been out in
the shed for years.

Bit of fresh air all doing good.

Congratulations.

Didn't realise Sally had a baby. To be
honest, it's not something we're keen to

shout about.

Well, that's our business completed.

I'll do everything you may.

Thanks, Simon. I'm very grateful.

You might have waited till he'd gone.

He'd been shaming us.

I didn't know I was here.

And the baby's not just going to go
away, Dad.

More the pitter.

You all right, love?

Mum, you'd better go, please.

I told you to stay away.

Stop this!

Stop it now!

Stop or I'll call the police!

I'm not in the clear yet.

Depends what they find. Now they've dug
the body up.

Well, what happened to Mr Vernon?

I neither know nor care.

He's just been reminding me of all the
good times we had together, me and him.

Has he?

Yeah, well, he was fun to work with.

He didn't just tell me off and boss me
around like you.

I do not boss you around.

I bought him a nice pork pie because he
misses his English food, so I'm going to

take this down the police station. You
do no such thing.

Oh, there you go, bossing me around
again.

All right, look, I know you've all got
it in for him, but... But he's the best

friend I've ever had.

OK? Carol, can you patch this pair up?

I'll try.

I actually came to deliver nappy.

Just stay away.

Dad, it's nothing to do with Tom.

Whose baby is it, Sally? Don't play the
innocent.

It's not mine.

We've never actually done it, have we?

Tell him.

That's right.

It's not his baby.

Then who is the father?

I'm an ape.

A man from the bank.

The autopsy report confirms death by
drowning.

Despite decomposition, they managed to
get a fingerprint.

And the body in the grave was confirmed
as a missing vagrant with a drink

problem. The script could be telling the
truth.

The vagrant found the clothes, got
drunk, fell in the sea. That's the most

likely explanation.

To be honest, I never had Vernon down as
a murderer.

I'll release him on bail.

There's plenty of paperwork to sort out.
The death certificate for a start.

Yes, David.

I've, er,

bought a pot of pie.

Really? That's very good of you.

Oh, it's not for you.

See, they don't have these in Spain.

You know, you can't even get a proper
English breakfast either, but, you know,

everybody's still smiling and the sun's
shining.

It's for Mr Vernon. Can you make sure he
gets it?

Give it to him yourself.

I'm about to release him.

He said he fancied me the first time he
came on bank business.

But... I told him I already had a
boyfriend.

But then you stopped me and Tom from
seeing each other and Simon asked me to

bank's dinner and dance.

He seemed nice.

He had his own car.

We went to the do and...

He spent a lot of money on me.

For meal and drinks.

I got a bit tiddly.

And we stopped in the lay -by on the way
back.

And I didn't really want to, but...
Well, I did.

I knew straight away it was a mistake.

Herman's a nice bloke, but I don't love
him.

anything to your mum because of the
overdraft business.

And then I found I was pregnant.

I owe you an apology, lad.

Sorry for what I did to your bag.

You're admitting that, then? Yes.

And I started that fight.

Tom, do you want to bring any charges?

I don't know.

I, um... I can't believe you did that,
Hallie.

I'm so sorry.

I thought you loved me.

I did.

I do. Get off.

I never want to see you again.

Leave me, Dad.

You can't stop me and Tom from seeing
each other.

None of this would have ever happened.

I'll let you know if any charges are to
be brought, Mr. Jepson.

I think it's nearly time.

I'll wait outside.

No, no, there's no need to. I'm sure
they'll phone you.

I'll be here.

All right.

Perfect.

You're not off the hook yet. What are
you celebrating?

A big new business venture.

What are you on about?

Peggy, what Spain is crying out for is a
typical English pub. An English pub in

Spain?

Oh, don't talk daft. Oh, it's a great
idea, Peggy. I mean, Mr Villers will be

telling me all about it.

You know, there's lots of us English who
are going to be going there on holiday

before long. And they won't be
wanting...

Tapas and Sangria, believe me, they'll
want what they'll be getting at home.

Might as well stay, then. What's the
point of going to Spain?

For the cheap booze and the sunshine.

And the sun is certainly going to shine
on David and me.

Why our David?

Because we're going to be partners.

I'll be collecting the cash from our
George, and he's going to sell up this

place and put his capital in with mine.
Aren't you, David?

I was going to tell you about that,
Peggy.

Oh, were you? Yes.

We're off to sunny Spain.

Viva España!

Viva our, er, what's it?

I won't go until you've found somewhere
else to live.

Hey, it's not that.

I've slept in fields before. I can do it
again. No.

I'm concerned that you'll be in a
foreign country, wasting your money on a

stupid idea.

It's not stupid. David, it is. And
you'll end up broke and you'll lose

everything.

Trust me, Peggy.

I know Spain.

An English pub will be a winner.

And I look after David like he was my
own brother.

But he's not, is he?

I'm his flesh and blood. You're just out
to fleece him. Oh, don't, Aunt Peg,

please.

I've been nowhere with my life.

I've been whipped, beat, Garbera.

Spain.

It's like a dream.

I just want to... Go there and have some
sunshine and be happy.

Still no news?

No. They're taking their time.

Operations can take time.

I suppose the longer it is, the more
serious it's likely to be.

You'll be fine.

Don't worry.

Well, I can't see David in Spain myself.

Never lived anywhere else but
Aidensfield.

Exactly. How's he going to survive, poor
lad?

I'll have another one of these, Oscar.

If he causes my David any grief, I'll
swing for that brother of yours, I swear

it. I do understand your feelings, but
he's got nothing to do with me.

Come on, Rosie, we've got work on.

Well, instead of drowning yourself...
Oh, Rose, why don't you hit back at

Vernon? Ow!

Very easily.

Simon will have to be told if he's the
father, then. Of course he will.

And he's a much better prospect as a son
-in -law than Tom Pickles.

You think he'll offer to marry her?

He's a decent young chap. I'm sure he'll
do the right thing.

Is it the right thing if she doesn't
want it?

She'll have to.

She can't bring the baby up on her own.

What do you think you're doing? I'm not
touching your stuff, Bernard.

It's Vernon's old mail I'm after.

It's private, isn't that? Yeah, well, it
might be going public.

What do you mean?

Well, look at this. Bills, unpaid
accounts, final demands.

Now, what would happen if these four
were to find out that Vernon Scripps was

alive and about to come into money?

You wouldn't. I would.

I'm fighting for my family here.

You're certain it's mine?

Yes.

He's the only one I've ever done it
with.

Well, obviously I'll accept my
responsibilities.

Pay for the baby's upkeep.

But you're not expecting us to get
married, are you?

I think you should, don't you?

It's just... Well, it's a bit of a
shock.

And to be honest, there's... This is
stupid.

He doesn't love me any more than I love
him. It's not stupid.

The baby needs a father. You need a
husband.

I don't need a lifetime with someone I
don't love.

The only lad I've ever loved is Tom.

And he doesn't want anything to do with
me now.

To be honest, I've met someone myself
since.

We're about to be engaged, in fact.

He's a surly old sod, but I can't see
the point of having him up in court.

I've got enough problems without that.

Fair enough.

It's good of you.

We'll let him off with a caution, then.

OK, thanks.

See you later.

Hello, Tom.

Can I have a word?

Yeah. I've talked to Sally.

She's really distraught at what's
happened.

So am I, but what's done is done.

True.

Try as we can, we can't change the past,
but we can have an influence of our

future.

How do you mean?

Tom, there often comes a point in life
when one big, courageous decision can

alter the course of several people's
lives.

It's gloves off time, Vernon.

Scripts. If you don't leave me and my
nephew in peace, I'm going to let all

these folks know you're still alive and
where to find you. I'm sorry, David.

But if this is an example of your aunt's
behaviour, then perhaps you're better

off leaving after all.

I'm not bluffing. I don't doubt it.
Anyone who's low enough to read someone

else's mail is capable of making those
phone calls as well.

Well, do your worst.

Look, I'm begging you. Vernon, please.

Don't drag him into your schemes for his
sake.

It's for his sake I'm doing it.

It's his idea.

He wants to go.

Ask him.

David, love, is this honestly what you
want?

To leave here and go and live in Spain?

Yes, Aunt P.

It really is.

All right.

Well, we shall have to get you prepared.

I mean, we shall have to get you some
new proper swimming trunks because

only got them baggy woolly things.

Do you struggle, Sally, being a single
mum?

No man will look at you having another
man's child.

We'll do what we can for you and the
baby.

Money's tight as it is.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I was hoping to have a word, Mr. Jepson.

Telephone, Bernie.

It's them London solicitors.

I bet it's about Vernon disputing the
will.

You should fight it.

No. I've had a chat with Peggy.

We both agree that David genuinely wants
to go to Spain, so the sooner Vernon

gets his way, the sooner they'll be on
their way.

Well, then... You've made no secret of
the fact you don't like me.

I'm just a farm labourer, and I know
you'd hope for better for your daughter.

But at least I loved Sally and respected
her.

She loved me too.

Now, I've had a chat with Carol, the
nurse.

She asked a question.

Is the love Sally and I have for each
other real?

Can it survive all that life can throw
at it?

No, I won't pretend I've not been hurt.

Inside, I know I still love Sally.

And I can tell she loves me too.

So, um... I'm here to ask for a hand in
marriage.

If you'll allow it, I want to take care
of her and baby as my own.

You

proved

me wrong, lad.

You make me feel ashamed.

Yes, you have my blessing.

Your fiancé's out of theatre.

We've removed a gastric ulcer.

A tricky operation. We've performed a
partial gastrectomy.

There'll be a longish convalescence.
You'll need lots of rest.

But he'll be fine.

He's going to be okay.

Don't say.

Don't ask.

I have to tell a fib.

Honest. Don't be getting the wrong idea.

Anyway, I don't suppose you want too
many faces crowding in when he comes

Well, thanks for both coming in. I'll
tell him you're thinking of him.

Yeah.

Fine.

Can I see a drink?

Excellent, my dear.

I can't believe it.

Well, I'm sorry, Vern. That's what they
said.

She blew a fortune at the casinos in
Monte Carlo, left debts all over London.

After solicitor's fees and whatnot,
they'll be now left.

Typical George.

Easy come, easy go.

Oh, well, it's back to Spain, then.

I've got to do something with me life,
and I suppose this is it.

You loved Spain, you told David. It was
all sunshine and happy, smiling people.

Yes, well, I might have overdone that a
bit.

I mean, Spain's all right, but if I said
I was happy on my own, I'd be lying.

Well, be on your own, will you?

You'll have enough money for your
English pub with what David makes on the

house, won't you?

Yeah, that's true.

Bernard, I want to get something off my
chest.

I did break Dad's wireless all those
years ago.

And I'm sorry I blamed you.

And I'm sorry for everything else.

Oh, come here, you great lummoch.

Why don't you do it on a regular basis,
then?

I quite like being called your fiancée.

Well, are you suggesting?

I'm not suggesting, I'm proposing.

You're smiling a lot this evening.

Why not?

Bill's all right. Tom Pickles is
standing by Sally.

And I'm having a drink with you.

That makes you smile, does it? You're
paying, yeah.

You know, I will write lots to you, Peg.

Oh, don't worry about me.

Just don't go out in the sun at midday
and watch what you eat and boil your

water. Oh, Vernon, I'm just making a
list of what he'll need, passport and

David, an entrepreneur like me always
has to keep his eye on the big picture.

I mean, what looks like a promising
proposition in the short term can be a

move in the long run, yes?

Oh, er, yeah, yes.

I've reassessed your position.

You'd be better keeping your assets in
bricks and mortar.

Well, you may not sell the house yet.
Currency fluctuations suggest it's not a

good time to do business in Spain.

So I'm proposing we put our little
venture on hold for now.

And you stay here and look after your
aunt.

And you can start...

By getting her and yourself a drink.

I can't raise my share of the money now.

And I'm not going to risk just his.

No matter what you think of me, Peggy, I
think the world of that lad.

Tell him I said goodbye.

Why? Where are you going?

I may not know much.

But as you may have noticed, I know when
it's time to disappear.

Has Mr Vernon popped out again, has he?
Yes, love.

You're a lucky lad.

It seems there's more than one person
looking out for you in this wicked

To Vernon Scripps.

Oh, Mr Vernon.

Enough, everyone.

Gina has an announcement to make. You
get into the middle of a domestic, you

might make things worse.

Incomfortable, Walker.

Rob, please.

When did you really meet him?

Who?

Walker! Miss Julie!

Go on.

You know you want to.

I'm just some stupid nurse getting in
your way.