All language subtitles for Heartbeat S06EP04 A long shot

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

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

Good morning, son.

I say it's good to see you shine. Good!

Oh, my baby brought you to me.

Flaming women writers!

Sorry, I didn't see you. Are you all
right?

Oh, nearly.

They won't worry about me. You
frightened them to death and all.

Spending a night in one of your snares
probably doesn't do the poor thing much

good either.

You're spending too much time with that
Nick Rowland. You're beginning to sound

like him.

It's in the duck.

In the duck. In the duck. Nick!

Breakfast!

Oh,

thanks a million.

It's like a postcard about nine.

Oh, you need a good breakfast.

Nick, I've been thinking of getting a
little job.

Oh, yeah?

To get me out of the house a bit.

But it'd only be a couple of hours a
day, and Rita's quite happy to look

Katie.

You know she's reliable, so you didn't
have any worries on that before.

Eileen, I think it's an excellent idea.

So you don't mind?

No.

Well, what is this job?

Hall pounds in and balls a vicious
bouncer.

Schofield knocks it high into the crowd
for six.

You didn't move your feet.

Oh, come on, lad, I want a good coat of
oil on that bat. Look after your toes

and then look after you, right?

He looks a good one.

Anyway, what about these then?

Two and a ten rupees for four bob the
brace.

And if you're interested, those aren't
the only thing I can supply.

You'd best come into the office.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Mick.

Yes, I did call. I've got a couple of
cracking mares I'd like you to put that

stallion of yours to.

How much?

Well, can't you do better?

No.

No, it's too much.

You would not believe what they're
asking for stud fees nowadays.

Are you having these?

What else can you supply, apart from
pheasants? Oh, you're right.

Salmon, venison, elk. Right.

You're on.

And if you get a deep and thoroughbred
stallion in your snare, give me a shell.

Jack and I live in the back of the
granted garbo home.

With friends I will remember wherever I
may roam.

Shouldn't you be at school?

I'm poorly.

You run pretty fast for someone who's
supposed to be poorly.

It's too fake.

Does your dad know?

I don't want to worry him. You won't
tell him, will you?

Well, get yourself off to school, then.

I'll be checking.

Well, go on then, run.

And of course, Henry the Horse dances
the waltz.

Ah, Mr. Harrop.

You still looking for a stallion for
them mares of yours?

Well, you just happen to have one, do
you?

Oh, I think I know where I can lay my
hands on one. Oh, aye. When the rag and

bone man's finished his rounds. What are
you talking about?

You don't really think I'd want to share
in a falter half -totter's pony, do

you?

How dodgy is it?

Only nearly one a classic, that's all.

Nah, couldn't risk it.

From round here, is it?

For me to know and you to find out. The
only oars from round here that did out

in a classic were Ashfordly lad.

Morning.

You weren't thinking of stealing him,
were you? Not stealing, borrowing.

You've got to be joking.

The Lord Ashfordly stallion?

Stick to poaching, Greengrass.

Tell me you weren't trying on him then.

Please!

If Mrs. Watford would come, try to make
it look as though you're here on

business. I am.

And I thought you came to see me.

An added incentive.

Has Len Scope been turned on yet?

No, why?

I caught him hanging around the village
this morning.

He said he was off school with a
toothache, but asked me not to turn his

Oh. I told him to get to school and said
I'd check.

Aren't kids frightened of bobbies
anymore?

Well, no, obviously not.

I'd better go.

I see teachers are still afraid of their
headmistresses, sir.

I'll keep my eye open for them.

Thanks.

All right for tonight?

Yeah. I'll see you later.

Right, let me in. Quickly.

What do you think you're doing? Just the
man.

I can't listen. The king's sweet.

Is that true, then?

I'm going to pay for him. So where's
your money?

I left it at home.

Leave this to me, will you, Betty?

You're not going to let him get away
with it. I'm going to talk to his dad.

Oh, no, Mr Rowan.

Please don't. He can't do that.

I can't see Harry Schofield taking
kindly to wearing his son's a thief.

Please, Mr Rowan.

Don't tell me, Dad.

You should have thought of that when I
told you to go to school before.

You don't get two chances.

Thanks, Betty.

Come on.

What can I do for you, Nick?

A bit more welding on that car of yours?

No, the car's fine, Harry.

I called to have a chat about Len.

Oh, aye.

I bumped into him a couple of times this
morning.

You did? Where?

In the village.

He was playing truant.

In what?

Well, I gave him a warning, packed him
off to school.

What the heck was he doing?

He loves school. He's always done well.

What trouble is, he didn't go.

He decided to help himself to some
sweets from the village store instead.

Nick him?

Nah.

He wouldn't dare.

He was caught red -handed, I'm afraid.

Little beggar.

Where is he now?

At school.

I've let him off with a warning.

But can you have a word with him?

You can bet your house on that, Mr
Rowan.

This is really nice, Gina.

You're a good cook.

I didn't make it. I've got a new chef.

Not another one who thinks he's God's
gift to women, I hope.

What about me again?

The new cook.

That's why I'm here. How's she getting
on?

She?

Everything all right, Phil?

Eileen, if you ever get fed up of
looking after Nick and Katie, you can

with me.

Hey, hands off, Phil. She's mine.

It's a few years since handsome young
men were arguing over me.

Get your sandwich, Nick.

Yes, please.

Sir, I don't like to know you're
frequent in public houses in your

Ah, well, you see, that's the secret
between you and me and a packet of

mints. Um, about that business earlier,
what exactly have you got in

mind? What I've got in mind is going to
another pub. This one's getting too full

of coppers.

Hey,

Nick, have a word with that school
teacher of yours. She nearly killed me

morning.

matter? There's a big spider on my desk,
miss.

Len Schofield.

Yes, miss?

Was it you?

No, miss.

Empty out your pocket.

Where is it?

Where's what, miss?

The spider.

What spider?

Roll up your sleeves.

Oh, miss. Now.

Where did you get these bruises?

Playing cricket, miss.

I'm not stupid, Len. This isn't the
cricket season.

Honest.

Len, is your paper up?

See if a Libran's going to get lucky, or
I'll pull a Pisces tonight.

What's happened to Gina, then?

We're just good friends, apparently.

Give it back.

The sport in life?

The paper lad. He delivered it by
mistake.

Well, don't they do horoscopes out?

They call them tips in there. Skip it
back.

Don't take out of mine again.

I'll tell you your fortune, Bellamy.

You don't even need to cross my palm
with silver.

Don't suppose it involves a beautiful
girl, Sarge?

Not quite.

A few hundred acres of woodland, a
riverbank.

And lurking in the undergrowth, green
grass.

You'll hardly notice a difference, Phil.

Lord Ashford is being plagued by
poachers again, and I've told him we'll

something about it. Tonight.

Not really, Steph. No, is it? I mean,
we're only borrowing the off.

I haven't agreed to it yet.

I mean, all right, giggle to him the
offspring of an awesome one that's done

you. He was four.

No, we only had three in front of him.

There he is.

Where's he stabled?

Don't worry, it's far enough away from
the house. They won't hear us.

We won't be able to put Ashfordly lad
down as the sire. No matter, does it?

There were thousands once they start
with him.

Do you like to watch play, Mr.
Scottfield?

Not tonight, Billy.

Please, Dad.

Just for half an hour.

Oh, no.

We're going to spend half an hour
talking about why you weren't in school

morning. If it takes less than half an
hour, you then tell me why you've been

stealing from a village shop.

I'm sorry, Dad. Not as sorry as you will
be.

How are you going to make out of
yourself with your criminal record?

I won't do it again.

Too damn right you won't.

Out that's worth having is worth
grafting for.

Seems you haven't been listening.

Sorry, I can't... come out tonight.

Mrs Watkins lumbered me with this from
school concerts.

How about tomorrow?

Yeah, sure.

So you gave old Greengrass a bit of a
fright this morning, did you?

He left to give me some lessons.

I can't even get Len Schofield back to
school.

That boy worries me, Nick.

He used to be top of the class,
according to his reports.

Now he's just a troublemaker.

Well, I've had a word with his dad this
morning.

Perhaps he'll talk some sense into him.

I was wondering if he might be part of
the problem.

Why is that?

He came to school with some nasty
bruises today.

Said he got them playing cricket.

What, this time of year?

Better than admitting your dad beats you
up.

Oh, come on, you don't know that.

Boys get bruises all the time, don't
they?

Well, I hope you're right.

There's no mum around, is there?

No, no, she died a few years ago.

Well, I'm going to keep a close eye on
him from now on.

Shall we go riding first?

Eh?

Tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah, all right.

Problem? No.

No, there's nothing to it, is there? You
just sit there and let the horse do all

the work.

For pity's sake, don't make a row.

I'll be quieter than your clutch.

That's the horse.

What about you? I'll get box ready. I've
got a reputation to think of. As a

racehorse trainer, there's not one a
lot. Get on with it.

Now then, son, it's your birthday.

Have I got a present for you.

Come on, lad.

Seven o 'clock on you downstairs,
Sharpie. Got lots to do before school.

Come on.

All right, go on, son.

Come and meet the wife.

Good horse. Good horse.

That's it.

Four years from now, your kid will be
winning the derby. Come on, son. I wish

I'd never agreed to this.

So long, of course, and that's when the
lad here tells his stuff. Don't go

shouting his name like that. Don't say
that when we're walking round the Royal

Enclosure in Ascot. As long as we don't
end up in Her Majesty's prison. Don't

worry, we'll have him back before
anybody knows he's with me. Come on.

Dart's team at the Aidensfield Arms was
too short for tonight, so I put our

necks down.

Well, I can't make it.

They're counting on you.

I said I've got summits on.

Why can't you play?

Previous engagement.

I wouldn't play death if I had a date
with Joe Weston.

Come on, Alf. You never have anything on
midweek.

I said no!

Where are they?

Sarge? All quiet at Lord Ashford's this
last night, was it?

Yes, Sarge.

Counted every fish in the river, every
pheasant in the wood.

And horses?

Horses, Sarge. Aye.

Because while you were playing I spy on
the riverbank, somebody sneaked in and

nicked his lordship's valuable
racehorse.

Len,

I want you at the front. Sort places
with Susan, please.

Do I have to? Yes, you do.

Have you been fighting?

No, miss.

When did that happen?

In an accident at home.

Right. Today we're going to talk about
myths and legends. Does anybody know

Len Schofield was named after a legend.

Is that right, Len?

Yes, Miss.

Len Hutton.

Yes. Well, does anybody know the story
of Pegasus, the flying horse?

We'll be implementing a search for the
horse immediately, sir. Thank you,

Blaketon.

Come here.

Don't suppose either of you gentlemen
are averse to a little bet now and

Sir? Tip for you.

Cooper's Folly in the 415 at Wetherby.

Oh, well, thank you, sir.

He's not very good odds. He's carrying
top weight.

I've had a whisper of my own, sir.

Not that it's any interest to me, of
course.

Skipper's Bridge, second favourite.

I don't think his lordship wants to know
where your window cleaner sticks his

lucky pen, Ventress.

Just thought I'd mention it.

I'll bear it in mind, Constable.

I'll await word on that with the lad,
Blake, then keep me informed.

Right, sir.

Since when have you known more about
horse racing than the gentry? I mean,

people know.

You'll be having a bet then, will you,
Sarge? Well, I'm not a gambling man, as

you know, but I think in these
circumstances it'd be rude not to.

Sixpence each way shouldn't come amiss.

Er, entry, sir.

Do you know how to put on a bet?

I'll manage.

I might even have a tenner on myself and
all.

Leonard was such a nice little boy when
I took him.

Very bright.

He's bright enough.

He just doesn't seem interested.

Could it be something to do with your
teaching methods, Joanna?

The other children seem happy enough,
Mrs Watkins.

What's his father like?

He's what they call a man's man.

If Len's behaving at home like he is at
school, it won't go down well with

Harriet Schofield.

Does that explain the bruises and
today's black eyes?

Both of us, I suppose.

So what do we do?

There's nothing much we can do, even if
we want it.

I don't encourage the parents beyond the
school gates.

By the same token, I don't interfere
with the home lives of our people.

But if they're being beaten up, surely
we have a duty to... Joanna, this is a

hard community.

Physical punishment is a fact of life.

And if that's the way the parents want
to discipline their children, there's

nothing much we can do about it.

What's so funny?

I can't believe I actually managed to
get you on a haul.

Yeah, well, Kate would have been very
impressed.

Is she right?

Yeah, she did a bit when she was a kid.

It's something we always meant to do
when we first moved up here.

What stopped you?

Oh, boring things like work got in the
way.

Never found the time somehow.

She'd be the first to congratulate you.

Len Schofield turned up today.

Came to school with a black eye.

How'd he get that?

According to Len, it was an accident.

You think it was his dad again?

Too much of a coincidence, Nick, surely.

What are you going to do?

According to my dear headmistress,
nothing.

Well, she's not concerned.

Physical punishment is par for the
course, she says.

But I'm not letting it go, Nick.

Come on, let's trot. You know what to
do. Squeeze your knees.

Come on.

Come on, let's get him back to where he
belongs.

Could have gone better, though, could
it, eh? Who's a clever daddy?

It's an uncle boy in blue. You take care
of him, I'll hide behind.

Well, it's not often we see you up this
way, Constable.

Now, I just wanted to warn you there
might be some horse thieves in the area.

Lord Ashton, this stallion was stolen
last night.

Was it?

I haven't heard out about it.

Well, I thought I'd better let you know.

If someone is stealing horses, they
might well try here next.

Sounds like you've got a lively one
there.

Oh, aye.

Well, it's very good of you to tip me
off, Constable.

It's a pleasure.

Bye, then.

Any look at the stables, Bellamy?

Not as far as Stolganhorsey to go,
Sarge.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I didn't realise how many good
-looking girls work with horses.

I'm thinking of taking up riding,
Sparrow.

Rotten tip, Sarge.

You lost by a mile.

Oh, well, just a bit of fun to liven up
a dull afternoon, eh?

Ashfordly Police.

Yes, my lord.

Lord Ashfordly.

He'll be wanting a progress report.

Not for you, Sarge. He wants the King of
the Tipters. Help!

PC Ventress?

Oh, did you?

Congratulations.

No.

No, the sergeant and I put sixpence each
way on Cooper's folly.

Oh, yes.

Shall I get another shirt?

You'll be the first to know, sir.

I back my tip.

It came in at 16 to 1.

He made a pack.

Look, if Mrs Watkins won't get involved,
there's not much you can do.

There must be something.

If Len's dad is beating him, I can't
just ignore it.

But can't you do something?

Well, unless an official complaint is
made, it's not a police matter.

According to Mrs Watkins, it isn't a
school matter.

How long before it becomes a hospital
matter, Nick?

I'll have a word with Harry.

Let him know we're concerned.

Do you really think that'll be enough?

You can talk to Maggie.

Get her to have a look at Len.

That's a good idea.

I could see if she can come over
tomorrow while I'm taking them for

You'd hate football.

Yes, I know the rules.

Well, most of them.

Now, just remember everything I've
taught you and your besides. Off you go.

Hold on.

You've been eating these.

Oh, I've been saving up.

It's important, son. Come on.

You know well it could be Yorkshire
Colts next.

Brian Close was playing for England when
he was 17.

I know, you said.

Oh, that's just six years off, and with
all the coaching I've been giving you.

Yes. Don't let me down, son. I'm
counting on you.

There he is, Mr Clark.

Hello, Len.

Your dad's told me great things about
you.

Let's see what you can do.

What do you want, lad?

You've got to do something.

We've got to get this ruddy stallion
back.

We can't. The place will be crawling
with coppers.

Look, just leave it another day. Trust
me.

Is it serious stuff, this card school
you've got tonight?

Gambling's always serious, especially
when Charlie Wallace is playing.

Charlie Wallace?

He's worth thousands.

A bit dangerous, isn't it, playing cards
with him?

Who knows he's coming?

Oh, well, oh, well. Come in. Evening.

What's he doing here?

Um, well, uh, he's not, um... I think
the word you're looking for is stopping,

because I'm going.

Do you know we've got friends in common,
Alf?

We have nothing in common, Greengrass.

You don't even know me. Do you
understand?

Oh, yes. My lips are sealed, Mr
Ventress.

Come on, lad.

Elbow up.

Get in line.

I'm sorry, Mr. Schofield.

He really looks the part, but he just
doesn't got what he takes.

Oh, he's having an off night. He's just
nervous.

You've coached him very well. It's nice
to see a young lad playing so correctly.

But without an eye for the ball, it
means an out.

I'm sorry, I can't take him on.

Look like I've got a good one.

I know.

Charlie?

I don't frighten that easily.

I see you.

And raise you a pound.

I'll see your pound.

And there's another one.

He is serious.

I'll take a look at him.

Kings. Tens.

You're losing streaks coming to an end
at last.

What went wrong?

They were bowling lollipops at you.

I thought you would have smashed them
out of the net.

Maybe it was this black eye.

They were bowling right fast.

You were trying.

Maybe you want it to fail, so you can
play football after school with all the

other no -hopers. Maybe I'm wasting my
time. I'm in money.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Sorry?

Apart from wasting that coach's time,
you make me look a right fool.

I'll see you.

Raise you two pounds.

You're getting into my stakes too easy
tonight, Charlie.

It's only money.

It's just you and me again, Sherlock.

Up to you.

See you.

Raise you five.

See you five.

Raise you ten pounds.

Ten?

You don't think your cards are good
enough, Alf?

Just throw them in.

I'd better see you.

Cost you?

More than a week's wages on there.

See you.

A pair of aces.

Well, that's all.

You bet that on a pair of aces.

And another pair of aces.

Can you beat four of a kind now?

Well, if you hear any gossip, let me
know.

Lord Ashfordly might even stamp up a
reward.

Yeah, well, I do get one or two horses
for showing, so you might be lucky.

How's Len?

I've had a word with him.

He won't be messing about anymore.

I hear he's got a real shiner.

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

He's got nothing to do with your horses.

Look, don't be like that, Harry.

We are looking for the horse.

I'm just a bit concerned that he'd turn
up with a black eye the day after a bit

of bother.

Mind your own flaming business.

I'm going to be all right this time. I
don't know if I'm Ashfordly's first

I want anybody about.

Let me back.

Here's another one.

I'll make myself scarce.

Mr Harrop?

E .T. Bellamy from Ashfordly.

What's Greengrass doing up here?

Um, he's trying to pick up a few tips,
of course. What can I do for you?

Well, you might have heard about this
racehorse that's gone missing.

Heard? Nick Rowan, Alf Ventress and now
you. You'll be bumping into each other

next. I'm sorry, I didn't know they'd
been up already.

Well, for the third time, I don't know
anything about it.

Well, I'm sorry to have bothered you, Mr
Harrop.

Thank you.

So what did he say when you asked him
about the bruises?

Everyone an accident. Even the black
eye.

I'm worried about his behaviour in class
too.

Blowing you up.

He just doesn't seem interested.

He's got no concentration.

Sorry, Miss.

Acoustic free to head?

You're going to make a plentiful
woodland if you don't learn to head.

I didn't see it coming.

Are you all right?

Yeah. You sure?

Yeah. Right, five more minutes.

Er, not you then. Something I want you
to do for me.

Do I have to do this? Will you take a
second?

All right.

Can you read me that number, Tate?

Bit fuzzy.

All right, then. Go closer.

Two steps.

Keep on going until you can read the
number plate.

EVS 4918.

All right then, Len. Well done.

Is that it?

Yeah, for the moment.

You go and finish the game.

I don't want to see you in the
secretary's office after dinner.

There's a chart I want you to look at.

Definitely something wrong with his
eyesight.

Oh, it's good to see you two here,
instead of out doing my job.

Eh?

I'm supposed to be doing the stables.

When I called on Mr Harrop today, he
tells me I wasn't even the second Bobby

knock on his door.

Oh, no, no, no.

I was the third.

Yeah, sorry, Phil. Joe and I were
passing there yesterday.

Just thought we'd pop in and warn him.

What about you, Alf?

Were you just passing as well?

Mind your own business.

Keep your hair up.

What's the matter with you nowadays?

There you go again, sticking your nose
in.

Hey, all right, take it easy, Alf.

What's up? You got a plate on your back?

No.

Should it be?

It's personal.

OK.

Anything we can do?

No, there isn't.

Come

in.

Take a seat.

Sorry about that.

It wasn't as I was expecting you.

That's all right, Mr. Schofield.

Why don't you sit down?

All right.

All right, well... Mrs. Bolton and I
wanted a word with you about a couple of

things.

I'm worried about Len.

His schoolwork hasn't been as good as it
should be.

He's a bright boy, Mr. Schofield.

And judging by a previous record, he
should be doing far better.

How do you want me to know?

I was just wondering if there was any
reason for changing his behaviour.

Do you have any problems with him at
home?

No, never. He's a good lad.

We thought he might have been getting
into a few scrapes.

I couldn't help noticing the bruises
that he's picked up lately.

You're friendly with Nick, aren't you?

Well, yes, but... Yeah, well, if you're
all so desperate to know, I never laid a

finger on the lad.

He got his black eye. whilst we were
practising his batting. I was tossing a

golf ball up for him. I thought if he
could hit that, a cricket ball would be

like a balloon.

But he couldn't.

What a waste of time.

I thought he had the meccans or
anything. I was kidding myself.

So this cricket thing's serious, then?

Aye.

Well, even for a little lad, he could
smack a ball. He had timing.

So you want him to play professionally?

Aye.

So he won't have to struggle like me.
You see...

My father was a friend of Len, I don't
know, played for England. Now, he was

something special. Now, is there
anything wrong with me wanting my lad to

like that?

No, but is it what Len wants?

Oh, of course.

But he knows talents now, without
discipline.

Yeah, now he's got the discipline, but
no talent.

Could be advice, Mr. Schofield.

I gave him a test today.

Then needs glasses.

Glasses? His eyesight must have
deteriorated quite rapidly.

Can happen at that age.

If he can't see the ball, he'll never be
a cricketer. Not a good video.

It's all I've ever wanted for him.

He left there.

Why didn't you call me earlier?

Because... Well, because I thought he'd
come home on his own. And all this stuff

about me hitting him, I couldn't, I
wouldn't, Nick, I promise.

Ever checked his friends?

Nobody I can think of. He hasn't been
seen since he left school.

It's freezing out there.

Could he have gone to a relative?

Well, there's only me and him round
here.

Why would he run off?

Well, you can talk to him about that
once we get him back.

Now listen, BC Rowan is organising
locals in Aidensfield to search the

Now the chances are the lad will have
stayed close to home and they'll find

He won't last long if he's gone further
afield. Now you've all got maps.

Ventress will lead one group and I'll
lead the other.

Right then, let's go.

Ronan's here again. He must be on a trip
in the United States.

Hey.

Harry Schofield's lad gone missing. He's
run away from home.

How long's he been gone?

Since last night.

I've not seen him up this way, sorry.

He might be hiding in one of your barns
or boxes.

Oh, well, we'd better go and have a look
then, straight away.

Well, he's not been in the stables,
because we've already mopped him out.

No, but perhaps he might be in one of
the barns, Mr Harrop. Yeah, all right.

you see him, let me know. Thanks.

Now what do we do?

The place will be all the wrong with
coppers again looking for the kid.

I'll be home a couple of hours to search
Aidensfield and then we can let the ox

go and find its own way home.

Claude, it's not a flaming homing
pigeon.

Phil,

I'm outblowing my pop with you and Nick
yesterday.

I'm sorry.

Forget it.

Do you think you can lend us ten bob and
two payday?

If that help you may, I'm skint.

Skint? After all the overtime that
you've been working.

An expensive life being a bachelor boy,
Alf.

Only I've had a bit of a tip.

It's a sure thing.

You'll get your money back this
afternoon, with interest.

Well, if I had it, I'd lend it you, Alf.
You know that.

Stop it.

Alf?

Now, Len's not in any trouble, but he's
run away from home.

I want you to think if there's anywhere
that he might have gone.

Many times I've been alone And many
times I've cried

Anyway, you've always known In many ways
I've tried

But still they lead me back

the long winding road

you left me

waiting here a long long time

ago

I know the place, Sarge. There's an old
summer house there. I'll take a look.

Well, go on. Get off home, you deaf
daper.

Go on.

Hey!

Oh, we'll have to get him closer to
Ashfordly Hall.

Leave him here. He'll like us not come
back to my place.

Right, well, we'd better go by a back
road. But we should be all right. I

if any coppers stop us, what's more
natural than a lost beer in a lost box?

Yes, makes sense. Mind you, it would
probably be better if I didn't come with

you, because for some reason the coppers
are a bit suspicious of me.

Claude, you're coming.

Can't this thing go any faster?

What's that?

Looks like a kid.

Hang on.

We can't.

We've got to get the stallion back.

Stop the van or I'll stop it for you.

It's our school field, lad.

We can ring the police.

Anonymous. Tell him where he is. He's
talking. I can't leave him here.

I've got to get him to hospital or
something. Come on, give me a hand.

Don't just stand there. Come on.

You get that end.

Should I

keep on driving?

Don't be mental. Stop the van.

No, Nick, it's the Schofield lad. We
found him lying in the road.

Is he all right?

No, he's unconscious.

We're taking him to hospital.

I'll radio ahead. Follow me.

Come on, let's go inside.

Where is he?

He's in there.

I'll take him. It's a bit of an answer.

Have you got him? Come on, lad.

Right, I've got him.

Come on, son.

All right, son.

Let's get moving before they come back.

Dump the ox and we'll lap him. We'll
never be able to prove we've had it.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

So it was Greengrass who found him, was
it?

Yeah, him and Josh Harrop, Sarge.

They're in his horse box on that back
road. Excuse me

a minute, Sarge.

Right.

Out.

And you, Mr Harrop. Come on.

What have you got in the back?

Horse.

Is it yours?

Well,

whose is it, then?

It was all his idea.

What are you talking about? What would I
want with a racehorse? To win the

Derby, you said, remember?

Oh, come on, mate. I mean... I mean...
I'm an hero, ain't I? I mean, we both

are. You had...

Hundreds of blokes looking for that kid.
Dogs the lot, but we were the ones that

found him. What's all that got to do
with the theft of Lord Ashfordly's

We were just taking him back.

We'd better get a move on, then.

Well, we can't. The engine's gone.

We'll start walking.

Walking? With my knees, it's nearly five
miles.

If that horse is back within two hours,
we might just forget it ever went

missing. Two hours? It'll take us that
long to get it out of the box.

You haven't got time to argue, Claude.

Start walking.

Everything's going to be all right from
now on, isn't it?

Better than ever.

I'm sorry, Dad.

No.

It's me who's thought to be sorry. I
should never have pushed you so hard.

I've only tried my best.

Reckon you can forgive me?

Hello, Len. How are you feeling?

OK, miss.

We're going to have to decide what
glasses you're going to have to have,

lad. I don't want them that make me look
like the Milky Bar kid.

As long as you can see the blackboard.

Yeah, and a cricket ball.

Maybe skip those reinforced ones.

Save yourself another black eye.

Dad says I can't wear glasses.

Is he right?

Well, yeah.

What about that new opener for
Yorkshire?

He wears glasses.

What, Geoffrey Boycott?

Well, he's not bad.

Oh, then he'll be better than that.

That's if he wants to be minded.

It's up to him.

You might not be pushing him any more,
Mr Schofield, but I will be. He's got a

bit of catching up to do with his
schoolwork.

I really never thought I'd see you
again, old chap.

Where exactly did you say you found him?

On the moors, wasn't it, Claude? Oh,
yes, yes.

Any idea where he'd been?

No, not exactly, but wherever it was,
he'd been very well looked after, my

You know, I like to give you gentlemen
some sort of reward. You've no idea how

much the lad here means to me.

Very kind of you.

I don't think there's any need for that,
sir.

If we could just have a word.

I'm going to ask him if he'll put his
stallion to your mares. But we've

already... I know that, but if we can do
it officially, you can put Ashfordly

lad's name on the papers. That way the
falls will be worth a fortune.

I think I've been too harsh, Blaketon,
gentlemen.

I don't want to talk for meself, my
lord. I knew he was up to stomach.

But Mr Arropier's got a couple of lovely
mares, and I thought it might be a nice

idea for you to put your stallion to his
mares without a stud fee.

An excellent idea, Mr Greengrass, but it
wouldn't be much use, I'm afraid.

As I told the police, he's never been a
stud horse.

Well, it's never too late to start, is
it?

Ashfordly lad is sterile, Claude.

He only fires blanks.

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

Why does the love chip stay in my
memory?