All language subtitles for The Royal s03e13 Doing Time

I need someone in my life. I need a girl
to hold me tight.

Someone to make me feel, make me feel
all right.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

Won't somebody tell me what I've done
wrong?

All the people down the street, whoever
you meet, say I'm a bad boy.

Say I'm a bad boy.

Say I'm a bad boy.

Even dear old dad, when he gets mad,
says I'm a bad boy.

Says I'm a bad boy.

Says I'm a bad boy.

That's the rainbows.

Only one of them.

Don't be daft.

No talking.

What's up with you?

I feel lousy.

Permission to check him out, sir?

Sit down and shut up.

I can't breathe.

Best loosen his collar, sir.

You'd do anything to avoid a bit of hard
labour.

The keys.

Get them out of the handcuffs.

You want the keys?

You'll have to take them.

It's a dog shit!

You try and keep the dressing dry, Mrs
Saunders, OK?

And take care.

Another satisfied customer?

Well, I aim to please.

Won't hear any complaints from me.

The new Richard Burton film starts
tonight, I thought. Sounds great.

Nurse Beaumont, when you've finished
arranging your social diary, do you

we might get some work out of you?

Matron.

I love him.

Who? Richard Burton with his voice.

Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear.

So, er, you went to Samantha?

Thanks, Lindsay. Who's next?

Sheena Wilkinson. She's from Sheffield
on holiday.

Thank you.

Sheena Wilkinson.

Aye, that's us.

Come on.

I'm afraid it looks like it's broken.

Oh, there goes my chance of upping it.

Who's a bit tough man now, then, eh?

I'll have these.

Mr. Bates, I need you back here now.

He's dead.

Come on, let's get out of here.

You're going nowhere. No, you mustn't
move.

I want to do it.

I need your belt to make a tourniquet.

Come on, leave him. I can't leave him.
He'll bleed to death.

Are you coming?

With one good leg? Yes.

Every man for himself, then.

Have fun!

Please, you mustn't move!

Since when did you start giving the
orders?

I don't know what all the fuss is about.

I'm not making a fuss, but you're dead
beat, love.

I do have two children to look after.

I know, but you haven't been sleeping.

Has the baby been playing up?

No, not really.

So how long have you had trouble
sleeping?

Do you know, about a month.

And that's why we came on holiday, to
get some sea air.

But last night she was as bad as ever.

How do you feel during the day?

OK, well, let's have a quick look.

If you could tilt your head down for me
and look up.

Little, very little energy.

I suppose so.

And did you feel the same after you had
your first baby?

Yeah, she did.

Well, you were off colour for a couple
of months, love.

What is it, Doctor?

Well, it's quite common for women who
are expecting or have just had a baby to

suffer from anemia.

Anemia? I'll just have to run a few
simple tests.

What tests?

Well, I'll need to take some blood, for
starters.

We've wasted enough time already.

It's supposed to be on holiday.

But I can't be sure if it's anemia until
I've done a blood test.

Come on, Charlie.

Sheena.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

Well, plenty of red meat and greens, and
make sure she gets some rest.

Bye.

Charming.

Ken, contribution, if you'd be so kind.
What's it for?

Big children.

Annual pilgrimage to Lourdes.

Lizzie's already put in. Ah.

Left me money in the office.

Here, I'll put him for you.

Ten bob, OK?

Ten bob.

You can pay me back later.

Thanks, Ken. I knew I could count on
your generosity.

He's dead.

No vital signs, massive head injury.

This way.

Fractured ankle.

Right. Looks like a third -degree pot.

No.

This one's the worry.

Back in a sec.

Sorry.

What's your name, please?

Tompkins.

Low legs, badly crushed.

He was losing a lot of blood, so I put a
tourniquet on him.

Yes, well, he's going to need some
oxygen.

How long has that tourniquet been on?
About five minutes.

That's what it seems to be doing, the
trick.

You a doctor?

Doctor? He's a criminal.

You want to phone the police?

I've already lost one prisoner.

Yes, well, the first thing we've got to
do is call an ambulance.

Get you to a hospital. Look, there's a
phone box half a mile down the road.

Here are my car keys.

This man is in my charge, and he isn't
going anywhere.

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm in charge now,
and we need to get you to a hospital.

Never see him again.

Well, that's a chance we're going to
have to take.

Morning, Mr. Silverwood.

Morning, Doctor.

Mr. Silverwood, how's arthritis?

Still plagued by it, Doctor, but
hopefully for not much longer.

Well, you've come to listen to this
chest of mine for the last time.

Is that leg any easier?

Good. That'll be the morphine kicking
in.

Right, what about you? How are you
doing?

Well, it beats being under lock and key.

Hold tight!

The ambulance and fire brigade are on
their way.

Well, between my arthritis and my
husband's bad chest, I don't think we

survive another winter.

I didn't realise things were that bad.

Oh, this cold, wet Yorkshire weather.

There's no let -up once the clocks go
by. No, neither of us can take any more

it, Doctor.

No?

There's only one thing for it.

It's what we both want.

My sister lives in Torquay.

English Riviera, they call it. And she's
found us a lovely place just down the

coast from her.

Wow.

I'm sure the change of climate will do
you both a world of good.

Mind you, we're going to miss this
place.

Aye.

Nothing but happy memories in this
house.

Steady. Okay, nice and easy.

Steady.

Okay, he's clear.

Right, here, let's split this leg and
get him out of here. Right. I believe

we've got an escaped prisoner.

Not now, Constable, please.

Constable, his name's Roy Dunlop.

Armed robber, six foot one, fairer, slim
build, wearing prison fatigues.

Good, I'll radio that description
through.

Constable.

I want those two prisoners back behind
bars.

The men are going to the Royal. They
need medical attention.

Right. Well, I'll escort the ambulance.

Yep. Hold this.

I didn't catch your name.

Banks.

Don't you have a first name?

No.

Not anymore.

Doctor? You know, we've been here for
over 50 years.

Brought up five children.

And three dogs.

And heaven knows how many cats. It's
been good to us, it has.

Oh, we've been very lucky.

It is a beautiful home.

So, what are you going to do with it?

Well, sell it.

But only to the right buyer.

A young family.

Someone who'll get as much joy out of it
as we did.

A young family. So, out of two under
tens, two doctors and goldfish strike

Dr. Goodwin, that was Mr.

Wilkinson on the phone. Sheena
Wilkinson's husband.

She's collapsed in the bathroom.

He sounds like he's in a right flap.

Oh, do you know where this is going?

Er, Sunnyside Bargain House. That's on
the C -front.

Right, we'll phone an ambulance just in
case, Lizzie.

Prison officer, you say?

Yes, we're transporting prisoners when
the van left the road.

Hmm.

Looks like early retirement, pipe and
slippers.

Or should I say, slipper.

Sorry?

The nerves and blood vessels are
completely shot.

You'd have to be a magician to
reconstruct this leg.

He can amputate.

Pray so.

Stop, lass.

How long ago did she pass down?

I don't know, about 15 minutes.

Is she all right?

She's exhausted.

Pass me a towel.

A combination of lack of sleep and
overdoing it.

And if she's anemic... Sheena!

Sheena, it's Dr Goodwin.

Now, if you're OK, you've just had a
funny turn. We're going to get you into

hospital. No.

We need to find out what's wrong with
you. What about the kids?

I'll look after them.

Don't worry.

You're going into hospital, love.

Are you feeling any better?

I'll tell you what will make me feel
better, darling.

Cigarette. Any chance?

Smoking is strictly prohibited in
casualty.

Flip a neck. It's worse than prison
display.

No, if I could approach the table, I'd
agree into the ward, would you?

So, how are we doing here?

Just a few scrapes. Nothing to write
home about.

So easy fit to travel.

It's a pretty nasty -sounding cough.

It's nothing.

Are you sure?

I'm fine.

Do you say so?

The rise is all yours.

OK, thank you.

Just need somewhere to wait while I
arrange transport back to the prison.

My office?

My office. I've had a deadlock fitted
due to the confidential nature of my

files. Excuse me.

OK, then. Come on, you. Come with me.

Well, excuse me. Thank you.

All right, here we go.

Right, jump in. Come on, let's get on
with it.

Ken Ofgurk?

It is, isn't it?

Well, don't you remember me?

Tommy Green?

Else would be school.

That's Tommy Green.

Of course, I would have had better luck
in them, but you haven't changed a bit.

Still the size of an house. Oh, very
funny.

That's all the blood vessels clamped and
tied off.

So... Reminds me,

let's get some more logs for the fire.

Let's get on, shall we?

No hard feelings, old chap.

You happy with him, Gordon?

Yes.

I'm ready if you are.

Bombs away.

How long am I going to be in here?

Just a day or two, so I can run a few
tests.

But no, I can't... And you can get some
much -needed rest.

But what about the holiday?

Charlie was looking forward to it.

Don't you worry about that, love.

Just get yourself better.

Come on.

It's not the end of the world.

David and the kids are allowed to visit
you whenever they want.

Thank the doctor.

Gordon?

Have you got a spare hour later this
afternoon?

Yes, I think so. Great.

I think I may have found somewhere for
us to live.

That was quick.

Trust me, you will fall in love with the
place.

Okay. Excuse me.

Oh, sister.

Those two prisoners. We don't know what
they're in prison for.

Neither should we. It's none of our
concern.

But what if they're dangerous?

The police officer's guiding them. He's
doing his job. I suggest we do ours.

What's going on?

We think we should be told if the
prisoners are dangerous.

They could be killers. Anything.

Don't worry.

I'll protect you.

My hero.

Let me know as soon as he starts to come
round, please. Having taken the poor

fellow's leg off, the least I owe him is
an explanation.

Of course.

Dr. Goodwin.

Mr. Rhodes.

Little bird tells me you and my niece
are stepping out together.

Well, won't you go into the flicks,
yeah? I've known her each better men

you, my bratless.

You have been warned.

Right.

Constable, may I?

No, of course.

I'll wait outside.

Thank you.

Well, I'd like to thank you for
everything you did earlier

today.

You certainly know your stuff.

Got a lot of time on my hands, Doctor.

Reading passes the hours.

Well, you saved Tompkins' life.

But unfortunately not his leg.

Something else for him to hold against
me.

I see.

How long have you been coughing like
this?

It doesn't matter.

May I take a look at that handkerchief?

And how long have you been coughing up
blood?

Tea. You can stare at it yourself.

So, this is what you've ended up doing
with yourself.

Well, no need to ask what you've been
doing.

Any chance of a fag?

No. No chance.

I'm not supposed to be talking to you.

worth your while.

No, it's all right.

I haven't got much need for mailbags.

How about five grand?

I beg your pardon?

Now that's the Kenov Kirk I remember.

You've been coughing up blood for three
months?

Yes. And you haven't had it checked out?

Never been in prison, have you, Doctor?

No.

Thank heavens.

Eighteen years I've been inside.

In a previous life, I was studying
medicine at Leeds.

Ah.

I see.

Doctor, transport here.

This man won't be going anywhere.

Sorry? I'm admitting him to hospital.

But... No buts, Constable.

My patient here needs a chest X -ray.

Where did this money come from?

Premium bonds.

Where do you think it come from?

Post office job at the Denontersfield.

No, I'm not interested.

So you want to end up pushing a tea
trolley for the rest of your days?

Better than eating porridge.

No one else knows about it.

Two and a half.

Where exactly is this money buried?

I can still trust you, can't I, Ken?

You're not going to go running off
straight to the nearest cop, are you?

Of course I'm not.

Why did he tell you about it?

We went to school together, so for some
reason he thought I might be tempted.

Oh, well, thanks again.

He's very honest, have you?

Well, you know me.

Exactly.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'll pass the information on to my
superiors.

Thanks. Don't mention it.

Well, we know that your blood pressure's
fine, so we'll just wait for the

results of your blood test.

You must think I'm a terrible mother.

I'm sorry?

The kids.

What are they supposed to do while I'm
lying here?

Well, your husband seems more than
capable.

But it's my job to look after them.

So it's important that we make sure
you're fighting fit by the time you

this place.

Put your feet up, stop worrying, and try
and take it easy.

Okay?

Thank you.

Hello. Oh, hello.

Anything interesting?

Our young mum has been overdoing it.
She's just a bit tired and weepy. Oh,

right. I'm going to keep her in. I think
there's a chance she might be anemic.

Sorry. I'd better get this off to the
lab.

Um, Jeff, I was just wondering if you
were doing anything tonight.

Tonight? Well, there's this band I
really like playing at the jazz club

Scarborough. Um, actually, I'm already
going out.

Oh, right.

Out with the lads, is it?

Yeah, well, something like that.

Another time, then?

Yeah, sure, another time.

I've, uh... I've got your eggs for it.

May I?

It's bad news, isn't it?

I'm sorry.

There's a shadow on the lung.

I'm afraid it's cancer.

Yes, I thought as much.

And I suspect that it's... it's too far
gone to operate.

I have nothing to live for, Doctor.

In truth, I died 18 years ago when they
locked me up.

Come on, Mr. Tompkins.

Mr. Tompkins, wake up.

Mr. Tompkins, I'm Mr. Rose, visiting
surgeon.

You're in hospital at the Royal at
Elsinby.

Where are the prisoners?

First things first, Mr. Tompkins.

Your left lower leg was badly crushed in
the road accident.

The nerves and tissues will be on
repair.

I'm afraid we've had to amputate.

Where are the prisoners?

Mr. Tompkins, I've amputated your left
leg below your knee.

Those men were in my charge.

I suggest you let someone else worry
about the prisoners, Mr. Tompkins.

From what I gather, one of them saved
your life.

Pity he didn't show his poor wife the
same mercy.

I beg your pardon?

Banks is a killer.

He murdered his wife.

Mr and Mrs Seward, this is Mr Gordon.

How do you do?

Why don't I put the kettle on?

Yeah, I'll let you two have a wander
round.

Yeah, sure.

You don't want us two cramping your
style.

Any question, just give us a shout.
That's very kind, thank you.

Baby, can I take you home?

Baby, let me take you home.

I'll love you all my life. You'll get
mad, I'll treat you right if you just

me take you home.

Baby, can I dance with you?

Baby, can I dance with you?

I'll do anything in this God Almighty
world if you just let me dance with you.

So what do you think?

When can we move in?

What?

It's only the second time it's ever
happened to me.

Love at first sight.

I just couldn't care about anybody else
in this world alone.

You smiled at me, baby, and I could see
my life planned out ahead.

You took my hand and it felt so good.
And this is what you said.

Baby, won't you be my man?

How is she?

Blown out by the looks of it.

I've been not disturbing her.

And you'd better not keep your date
waiting.

Have a nice time.

I thought we could grab a quick drink
before the film starts.

Great. Are you buying?

You've never forgiven me, have you?

Let new tech blame for locking Titch
Phillips in cupboard.

You won't.

Is that why you went straight to the
police? They told them about money?

No, it's called having a conscience,
which is something you know nothing

I had a detective sergeant in here last
night giving me a third degree.

Good, then maybe the right loaners will
get the money back.

Says who?

I convinced them I was just winding an
old mate up.

You mean they didn't go and check if the
money was still on the moor?

I don't know.

But even if they had...

They wouldn't have found out.

Do you think I'd tell you where money
were really buried?

What? I was just testing you.

Seeing if I could trust you.

Yeah, well, suits me fine.

Why don't they just leave them alone?

It doesn't actually say they've done
anything wrong.

It doesn't have to.

Morning, you two. Anything for me?

I think you'd better have a look at
this, Dr Weatherill.

Why, what is it?

A piece in the local paper.

About you and Dr Amarod.

Morning, Doctor.

Good morning.

So, how did you sleep?

Like a baby.

You certainly look a lot brighter.

And I've had the results from your blood
test.

You're not anemic.

What does that mean?

That you've been overdoing it and all
you needed was a good night's sleep.

So I'm free to go?

If you feel up to it.

I feel fine.

But I want you to take it easy, though.

Have you tried bringing two children up?

Well, as much rest as you can. And three
square meals a day.

And contact your husband for you. No.

It'll be a nice surprise for him and the
kids.

Mr.

Tompkins, what on earth are you doing? I
need to check on the prisoners.

Get back into bed.

Oh, leave me be, woman.

It's matron, which means I'm in charge
here, so you play by my rules. Do I make

myself clear, Mr Tompkins?

Heavens above, you've just had major
surgery.

Any word of Roy Dunlop?

Who?

The prisoner who ran away yesterday.

As far as I know, he's still at large,
but you have more important things to

worry about.

He'll be back behind bars by the time
I'm back at work.

Back at work?

Aye.

Now, if you'd be so kind as to get me a
pen and some paper, I need to

write up a report on yesterday's
incident.

It's just reporting the facts.

I don't know how to print a story at
all.

What are you doing?

Getting the editor's number. I'm going
to give him a piece of my mind. Gordon,

no.

I said no.

So what do we do? We just stay here and
do nothing?

No, we rise above it.

Oh, sorry, is this a bad time?

The local paper have run a story on the
investigation into Caroline's death.

Oh, I see.

Yes, Matron.

It's our prison guard, Mr Tompkins.

Mm -hm, yes.

He's talking about going back to work.

With one leg.

Well, this is the thing.

It doesn't seem to have registered.

I think he may be in denial.

Or in shock.

Either way.

Yes, well, all right, just leave it with
me, Major.

Oh, by the way, I never read this rag.

Well, small town, small minds.

Hey.

What's it like working with Ken?

What?

Good boss, is he?

I've had worse.

Where is he? Oh, he's busy.

Tell him I need to speak to him.

So, what were it like?

Fab.

I sat on the back row like a couple of
teenagers.

I meant the film.

I think you're going to see it tonight.

Hello, Beth.

Oh, I'm definitely going to see it
anyway.

I don't think me and Dave will be
sitting in the back row.

Samantha and Dr Godwin went to the
pictures last night.

Oh, right.

Hello.

Mr Wilkinson, isn't it?

Dr Goodwin said we could see Sheena any
time we wanted.

But Sheena's gone.

What?

Where to?

You look busy.

Writing up yesterday's accident.

The governor will need a report.

That's why I'm certain I can wait a few
days.

More than me job's worth.

May I?

Does anyone realise you're here?

I don't want to make a fuss.

Yes, well, I'm certain that your friends
and family would appreciate knowing

that you were in hospital.

I'll be up and about on my feet in no
time.

Mr Tompkins, you're facing a long period
of rehabilitation.

You've lost a leg.

You've very nearly lost your life. What
do you know about it?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

If you wouldn't mind, I'm trying to
work.

Mr. Tompkins, I'm sorry, but the fact is
you won't be going back to work.

A place would fall apart without me, you
know.

Mr. Tompkins, look at me.

I said look at me.

I'm afraid your working days are over.

You won't pass the doctor.

He should have let me die.

I'm sorry?

Banks.

He should have let me bleed to death.

He should have...

And you've been at the boarding house
all morning? Yeah. What time did she

here? Just after half past nine.

Well, that was nearly two hours ago.

It's a ten -minute walk.

Well, we asked her if she wanted us to
contact you, but she said she wanted to

surprise you. How was she when she left?

Well, she was fine.

I wouldn't have discharged her
otherwise.

Mr Wilkinson, Dr Goodwin described
Sheena as being a bit weepy.

Yeah. Is she normally prone to crying?

No. Just since the baby's been born.

Has she been short -tempered, having
trouble sleeping?

Yeah. Damn.

What is it? What's up?

Sheena may be suffering postnatal
depression.

What? It's a condition that affects new
mums, but we can treat it. But we need

to find her.

Right.

I'll head back to the boarding house.

We'll meet you there.

Plain as the nose of my face, I'm the
most diagnosed.

Perhaps if you weren't so busy with your
love life.

What? I heard you went out with Samantha
last night. So much for the lad's night

out. Yeah, well, it was just a last
-minute change of plans.

Jeff, I'm just teasing you.

You never did tell me your first name.

Bernard.

For what it's worth.

Well, um... I may have some slightly
better news for you, Bernard.

According to the constable, you may be
eligible for parole on compassionate

grounds. I don't think so.

Don't tell me you're an expert on the
law as well.

I mean, I want to go back to prison.

To die.

I don't deserve any pity after what I've
done.

But I do have one small request.

I'd like to see Tompkins before I go
back.

Do you think that's a good idea?

I've known him for 18 years.

I owe him a goodbye.

Alan said you wanted to see me.

Here I come, your mate.

Now, what do you want?

Sorry.

Look, I'm not interested in the proceeds
of your life of crime.

I know.

The cop has made that very clear.

But what if I were to tell you there's a
reward if money's returned to the

rightful owner?

All you have to do is get money, hand it
in to police, and you cop for reward.

And where's the catch?

There is no catch.

Oh, come on. There's always a catch with
Tommy Green's involved.

Not this time, mate.

No.

You took Cain from me back at school.

I reckon it's about time I paid you
back.

Oh, lovely.

Plenty of milk in mine, please, Ken.
Yeah.

What would you say if I just told you
that Tommy Green told me where he's

getting the money again?

Well, I'd tell you he was waiting yours
and my time.

Right. Thanks for the tea.

Colin.

Have we still got that metal detector in
the basement?

Yeah, I think so. Why? We're going up on
the morgue looking for a metal box.

Why? What's in it? For us. 100 quid. If
we play our cards right.

Mr Tompkins, you've got a visitor.

Banks?

They're taking me back to Armley, sir.

Well, we'll all sleep easier knowing
you're back behind bars.

I just wanted to wish you good luck.

What? Hope everything works out for you.

Shake the hand of the murderer.

I bear you no ill feeling, Mr. Tompkins.

Take care of yourself.

Banks.

Sir?

You knew what you were doing, not
letting me die.

You're going back to Armley.

And I'm not able to.

Since my dear wife died, I have nothing
in this life.

And now I'm going to be stuck on the
outside, rotting away.

And I'll never forgive you for that.

She's been back.

How do you know?

She left this.

What is it?

They say she's no sort of mother.

She's let her kids down. She can't mean
it.

I do all I can to help.

She knows I love her. We need to find
her.

Have you got any idea where she might
go?

What?

If she was going to...

We went for a walk the other night, up
by the cliffs.

She kept going right up to the edge,
looking down.

I just thought she were messing about.

We can get Lizzie to look after the
kids. Come on, no time to lose.

Hopkirk!

What's that you're smuggling out of the
premises?

Oh, hello, Mr Harper. May I?

May you what? See what you have hidden
under that blanket?

You sure about this?

Hopkirk. Have you ever seen a leg
before?

A leg?

Yeah, that poor fellow in road accident.

No, that won't be necessary.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Well, where are you taking it?

To the incinerator at Ashfordly General.

Yeah, our boiler's on the bike.

Rats would have a field day. Oh, rats.

Does it take two of you to move one leg?

Ah, no. You see, well, the problem there
is the van.

It needs a service. So what Alan's going
to do is he's going to drop me off and

then get the van seen to. Unless you
want to ride shotgun, of course. Carry

gentlemen.

In someone?

Dead giveaway, eh?

He or she?

He. An old pal.

Milner Ward, just down the corridor.

What the... So, where's the money?

What money?

The money you buried on the moor.

How do I know?

Because you talk in your sleep.

And I've been sharing a cell with you
for the past six months.

There is no money.

It's just a damn dream.

It's from the post office job you did in
Huddersfield, isn't it? Look, I told

you, there is no money. Now go up before
sister comes back.

All right.

Do you know where I'm going to go to as
soon as I leave this place?

Your old mum lives round here, doesn't
she?

You touched me, haven't I? You know what
I'm inside for.

You know what I'm capable of.

So, where's the money?

Sheena! Sheena, come on.

It's time to go home.

I don't want to go home.

But your kids... They're waiting for
you.

They're better off without me.

The kids need your love.

No. Sheena, please!

Let's talk about this.

No one could understand how I feel.

Mr Banks, Mr Tompkins would like to see
you before you go.

Do you know what about?

No, I'm sorry, I don't.

Look, I'm telling you, Dunlop were here
just now.

If this is another one of your jokes...
I wouldn't miss you around, not when my

mam's involved.

What? Dunlop knows my mam lives nearby
and he threatened to hurt her unless I

told him where the money were buried at
Moors.

If you think I'm going to fall for that.

Ken Hopkirk's already up Aunt Mo's
looking for money. Now, if Dunlop

across him, Ken's a dead man.

Do you want that on your conscience?

I'm going to find her.

I'm going to find her. Do you think it's
further than you think it is?

Well, I don't know. Do I? It's round
here somewhere.

I tell you what, these are great people,
aren't they? What will they think of

next? They might be great, but how long
does it last?

I've never thought about that. How many
does it take?

I don't know.

Are you sure he hasn't conned you?

Yeah, well, if he has, he'll get the
detective profile up and...

Right.

Here we are.

Double.

Right.

That's my spot.

Why do I always have to... Oh, come on,
you big Morris dancer. Just dig.

Be careful.

I just can't cope anymore.

Sheena, I always try and do me bit.

Yeah, you do your bit all right.

Always looking over my shoulder,
checking I'm doing the right thing.

What? Nothing's good enough for you, is
it? Sheena, come away from the edge.

Let's go somewhere where we can talk.

I'm going to hurt the baby.

You'll be okay.

We'll give you some medication.

Make you feel better.

Sheena, I should have realized what was
wrong with you yesterday.

It must be terrible crying out for help,
but nobody can hear you.

But we can hear you now.

I love Emily and Charlie.

But I'm no use to them like this.

No!

It's time I could listen, Sheena.

Okay? You're right.

You have my word.

I'm sorry, love.

I'm sorry.

Hey, not bad, is it? 50 -50 for our
day's work.

I can't go on.

Don't forget, it don't belong to us.
It's got to go back to its rightful

otherwise we won't get the reward.

Rightful owners, my foot. What?

Who are you?

Your worst nightmare.

Now, bring that box and head back up to
the car.

Hang on a minute. Don't donk, silly.

Alan here. He's middleweight champion of
Elsinby, aren't you, Alan?

What? Bring the box.

Move it!

Looks like you're the one that should be
moving it.

Looks like we've got company.

Police!

Stay where you are!

That

temperature's fine.

Matron said you wanted to see me.

I'll need you to take this back to
Armley for me.

What is it?

A letter to the governor.

Explaining I won't be coming back.

I'll make sure he gets it.

Thanks.

I heard your news.

I'm sorry.

50 quid each? Yeah, that's right.

Is everything all right, sister?

Someone stole the money I've been
collecting for the trip to Newark.

Oh, dear, such a wicked name.

Don't look.

They're right.

How much were they?

£100 more or less.

We've been collecting it since the last
trip and I was going to take it to the

bank on the way home.

Those poor little children.

Ma 'am.

Sister, um... We might be able to help.

The kids will love it, all that space to
run around.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that, well, can we be as
happy as Mr. and Mrs. Kilgore?

I don't see why not.

No.

Neither do I.