10x20 - Unchained Melody

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

SONG: 'Bring It On Home To Me' by The Animals

DOG BARKS

Pattie?

Good Lord! HE LAUGHS

Why didn't you phone?

Because then it wouldn't be a surprise,

and I know how you love surprises.

That's unfair. How long are you staying for?

Didn't Mother always tell you not to say that to guests

as soon as they arrive? It's rude, Charlie.

Stuff and nonsense! Anyway you're not a guest, you're my sister.

Ooh!

Gosh, darling, are you all right? PATRICIA SIGHS

Just stiff.

Mmm! Trapped nerve.

Such a long drive.

I'm gonna be late. Caroline's train gets in at half-past.

MICHAEL: No, you've got loads of time.

We, I hope you've got time

to tidy up this kitchen before you go.

Just because she works for a posh London law firm,

you think she'll have a problem with our kitchen?

Oh, Mike, please. Look at this mess.

OK, OK, I'll clean up before I go.

Oh, and don't forget to post those bills.

I haven't got time. I'm sorry.

If the electricity gets cut off while Caroline's here,

don't blame me then.

SHE SIGHS

I must say, old girl, you do look all in.

I've been driving half the night.

If I'd known you were coming,

I'd never have given Mrs Fenner the week off.

Oh, don't panic. I'll make you some coffee myself.

PATRICIA CHUCKLES

Poor Charlie. You're sure you know how?

Of course I do!

SHE SIGHS

SHE GROANS

Excuse me! What's going on?

There you go, Alf.

Oh. Ta.

Am I in the doghouse?

He has been asking for you.

No, he hasn't. He's just teasing.

No, he's gone for a briefing at Division.

Oh, you're kidding!

Last time they had one of them,

we spent the week rearranging the filing system

and picking up paperclips.

And that was just the exciting part.

Right. Listen up, I've just come from Division.

They've got a special job for us to do,

Not another administration system, Sarge?

No. A drug surveillance operation.

We'll be carrying it on behalf of the Met.

Our target is a major league dr*gs trafficker.

Apparently has family connections in the area.

However, they don't think he's here to do business.

So, we're just gonna be baby-sitting?

Ours is a watching brief.

Plain clothes, obviously.

So, Bradley, Bellamy, get changed. Quick as you can.

- What do you want me to do, Sarge? - You, Ventress?

You can stay here and get on with everything else.

Any idea what's going on, Oscar?

Aye. There's a strike at the Whitby office, by all accounts.

They always seal the boxes, otherwise it all piles up.

I thought it must be something like that.

Oh, aye. Why are you so interested?

Oh, I'm a man of wide curiosity, me.

Won't keep you.

PATRICIA GROANS

Good Lord, you're burning up!

PATRICIA: I'm just tired.

What are you doing?

ASHFORDLY: Phoning Doctor Summerbee.

I don't need a doctor. It's just a flu.

All the same. I'd be happier if she looked you over.

She's a very pleasant young woman.

Ah, good morning, it's...

- Pattie. - I don't need a doctor, Charlie.

Now, be a good chap.

Pour me a nice cup of coffee.

HANGS UP THE PHONE

So the post office is on strike. What's it got to do with us?

Bernard, there are punters out there with letters, parcels and packages

they want sending, and they are frustrated.

Yeah. Well, Vernon, I'm not daft.

I know you're cooking up some hare-brained scheme

to start delivering mail.

But you can leave me out of it, all right?

A private courier service could work.

We just specialise in urgent deliveries.

Any time, anywhere. And we charge accordingly.

Anything from business documents

to Granny's birthday card that can't be late.

Sounds like a lot of hard work to me.

I'll split the profits -.

Now, I can't say fairer than that.

What vehicle are you gonna use? That old truck's no good.

Well, I thought...

Oh, no.

You can't deliver parcels in a hearse. It's sacrilegious.

"We deliver, dead or alive!"

It's profile. It's visibility.

We're the blokes that run a courier service in a hearse.

Bernard, who's gonna forget that?

We are. You can count me out.

Oh, well, it was just a thought.

Yeah, well, luckily, I've had a better one.

- JACKIE: Caroline. - Oh, Jackie!

- Thank you. - What on earth?

I'd like you to meet my son, Stuart.

Your son! When did all this happen? Why didn't you tell me?

I did say in my letter we had catching up to do.

You weren't kidding, were you?

CAROLINE: As soon as the senior partners found out

I was pregnant but with no plans to marry,

my brilliant career evaporated before my eyes.

STUART CRIES

They sacked you for getting pregnant?

They sacked me for bringing the good name

of the firm into disrepute.

- Can they do that? - Yes. It's the price you pay

as a woman working in a city law firm.

TRAIN HORN TOOTING Oh, he's a lovely baby.

Oh, we rub along, don't we, boy?

Oh, thank you.

- Can I hold him? - Of course.

There you go.

Oh, he's gorgeous!

Unfortunately, he has the look of his father about him.

I didn't like to ask about that.

You're very lucky to have settled down with your policeman.

Wasn't marriage an option for you then?

I thought it was, to start with,

but he was reluctant to divorce the wife he already had.

- Oh, Caroline. - I know.

All those brains and no common sense.

That's what my mother says, and I think she may have a point.

VERNON: Do you know, it's amazing how one man

can accumulate so much worthless toot!

BERNIE: Well, Claude were an expert.

He'd had a lifetime's practice.

I reckon this might be it.

VERNON: Oh, well, maybe not all toot.

World w*r Two bike.

I did a bit of work on this for him a while back.

Didn't think he'd be able to sell it.

- He won't mind us borrowing it. - Neat little rig.

And just the thing to convey the image of speed and dash

that we require for our new business venture.

You do know how to ride one of these, right?

Of course I do.

It's not exactly something you forget, is it?

UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING

BERNIE: Right. Come on, let's give her a go.

KICK LEVER CLICKS

Try again.

ENGINE REVVING

Chocks away!

See? They don't build them like that anymore.

I thought you said you could ride it?

ASHFORDLY: Pattie?

Pattie?

I'm in here.

What on earth are you doing in here?

Oh, Charlie!

Do you remember him?

You'd never go to bed without him.

If he wasn't there, you'd just cry and cry

until Nanny found him for you.

- I did not! - Yes, you did.

- Well, I don't remember. - Look at his poor ear.

All battered where you used to suck it.

I certainly don't remember that.

I don't know who's worn worse over the years, him or me?

Are you gonna come and unpack?

I just hauled your luggage upstairs, it weighed a ton!

You know, Charlie...

it really makes a difference having somewhere to come home to.

Well, I only wish you'd let me know.

I would have made sure Mrs Fenner was here.

TYRES SCREECH

CAR ENGINE REVVING

Sir, it's a blue Alvis convertible.

The registration fits.

- Looks like that's our man. - Let's get after him.

See how much of the information's correct.

RAYMOND: Right. Let's go and take a closer look.

MICHAEL: Lord Ashfordly's come out of the house to meet him,

and he's pretty pleased to see him, Sarge.

So, Lord Ashfordly does indeed know our dr*gs trafficker.

The question is, Bradley, how well?

I must say, Henry, this is very pleasant.

Cheers, Charlie.

I was over at old Tommy Bing's only last week.

We were talking about that racehorse he and your father owned.

Do you remember?

He was a pretty good judge of the horse flesh, the old man.

Pity he was such a lousy gambler.

- Oh, Pattie, look who's just... - What the hell are you doing here?

Are you following me or something?

Darling, I thought you'd be pleased to see me.

Well, I'm not. Will you please leave? Now.

- Pattie! - Charlie, can I have a word?

- I don't quite... - Charlie. Please.

ASHFORDLY SNORTS

ASHFORDLY: You're gonna have to explain to me what's going on.

I can't, exactly.

Henry Tadcaster is the son of our father's oldest friend.

Well, the fellow may be a bit of a damned hippy,

but I'm sure he'll grow out of that one of these days.

Look, I've been seeing quite a lot of Hal in London recently.

You don't mean... You and he, you're not... Are you?

Something like that. Yes.

Well, why didn't you tell me? That is good news.

Charlie, I want you to ask him to leave. Now.

Chuck him out? I can't do that. I've just invited him to lunch.

- Oh, no. - And to stay for a few days.

You haven't!

Look...

you two have had a bit of a tiff,

as people do when they're...

If you want me to have a word with him, I'd be happy to.

Tell him to smarten his ideas up.

Oh, you don't understand!

He's such a lovely baby. You are lucky.

I hope you're not getting broody.

- Well, maybe just a bit. - Gosh.

If I could be back in the office, I'd swap places with you tomorrow.

I know it must be hard being on your own.

Mike and I have talked about having kids.

Jackie, if you have a baby, is Mike gonna give up his career?

No, of course not.

I think I might enjoy a few years out

bringing up a family.

Believe me, you wouldn't.

Opportunities like this, Oscar,

well, they don't come along every day of the week.

Yeah, well, thank goodness for that.

VERNON: I've done all the market research.

I've got a top-notch conveyance,

and with your experience

as an ex-postmaster, we can't go wrong.

Look, I don't much favour this strike,

but I've got no intention

of going into competition with the Royal Mail.

And I have even less intention of going into business with you.

Why not? We'd make a great team.

Look, let me show you something, Oscar.

Er, ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention for one moment?

How many of you

attempted to post a letter today and were thwarted?

Well, fear not.

Help is at hand.

"Anytime, anywhere," that's our motto.

All right, Vernon, that's enough.

You see, Oscar? Give the public what they want.

You're not touting for business in my pub,

you can do that somewhere else. - Now, that could prove

a very short-sighted decision on your part.

I'll live with it.

Yes, I know Lord Ashfordly is a member of the Police Authority.

Yes.

Yes.

No, it is not my intention to cause offence to His Lordship.

I merely want to tap his telephone.

No.

Right, sir. Well, I'll keep you informed.

HANGS UP THE PHONE

Won't he let us do it, then, Sarge?

Lord Henry Tadcaster is a member

of a very old and aristocratic family.

And he has important connections in the county, as we know.

And the Chief Constable is a man who's mind is much exercised

by questions of social status,

which is probably how he came to be Chief Constable.

You don't think that Ashfordly's in on it, though, do you?

No. But if he does have a villain as a house guest,

whether he knows it or not, we're entitled to keep tabs on him.

And that's what we're going to do.

Only me. Anything happening?

No, not a sausage. Look, is Craddock really serious about this?

I think he is. Seems to really got the bit between his teeth.

Well, rather you than me, mate. I'm off to have my tea.

- Naughty, naughty. - I'd prefer it if you'd knock.

HE KNOCKS

Poor old Charlie thinks you're off the sauce, you know.

Just been telling me how well you've been doing,

kicking the booze and all that.

Plus what a jolly good all round egg you are.

I think he hears wedding bells.

What do you want, Hal?

I want you to forgive me, and take me back.

I did what you wanted.

Now, why can't you just let me be?

What I wanted?

Sweetheart, I think the decision was entirely yours.

I certainly didn't force you.

That would be totally against my philosophy.

Why can't you just go away and leave me alone?

Pattie, how can you be so cruel?

I come chasing after you all this way

and what thanks do I get?

Not even a little kiss.

You make me sick.

HE CHUCKLES

I've been thinking.

London's becoming a real drag these days.

Nice little holiday in the country, that's just what I need.

It was cool of Charlie to invite me to stay,

don't you think?

It means you and I can have some more fun.

See you at dinner.

SHE SIGHS

CAROLINE: He's a natural.

Babies and dogs, they always respond to me.

You don't mind having him for the whole day?

I promise you, we don't mind.

What a treat it is, a day off.

How long is it since you've seen your friends here?

Ages.

But it's ages since I've seen anyone.

Might get a lead on a job. CAR HONKS

Well, that sounds like your taxi.

- Thank you for this. - You go off and enjoy yourself.

- Bye. - JACKIE: See you later.

Right, I've just got to pop

to the office to pick up some papers.

- I won't be long. - What about me?

You're not working till later, are you?

No, but what am I gonna do with him?

Well, I'm sure you'll cope, darling.

Anyway, it'll be good practice. See you later.

I've been run off my feet since seven this morning.

People phoning up to ask about the service and dropping in.

This would happen on a week David's off at his auntie's.

We had a saying in the SAS.

"When the going gets tough, the tough get going."

When were you ever in the SAS?

I did me National Service in the barracks next door.

- Where's the first delivery, then? - Take your pick.

I've been trying to sort it roughly into areas.

I don't know how the post office does it?

Half of these places I've never heard of.

Let's do the easy ones first, aye?

Most of this lot come from around Home Farm.

I'll show you on the map.

You go up to the top of the valley here, turn right...

Never mind, I'll find it.

Oh, dear.

Come on, here we go. There you go. STUART CRIES

MICHAEL: Good boy!

PHIL: Hey. What's happened here, then?

Did a stork come in the night?

MICHAEL: No, he belongs to a friend of Jackie's.

Aww. Bless his cotton socks.

I was hoping for a brew, but I see you're busy.

Put the kettle on. I'll be in in a minute.

He's all right, isn't he?

VEHICLE APPROACHING

ENGINE STOPS

BIRDS CHIRPING

Excuse me, love.

Can you tell me if the road up there goes by Home Farm?

ENGINE STARTS

Please yourself.

Look, I'll see you later.

PHIL: Gonna see if I can get a few hours shuteye.

- JACKIE: Hi, Phil. - Hi, Jackie.

What did you do with the baby?

Me? I left him with you.

No, I put him in the pram here.

This is a joke 'cause I left you with him?

No, seriously, I put him in the pram. Phil saw me.

- Yeah, the baby was in the pram. - Come on. Stop kidding.

Jackie, I'm not kidding.

Oh, Mike.

Knocked on every door in Aidensfield. Nothing.

No one seen driving away?

Well, I've questioned everyone in the pub.

No one's seen anything, Sarge.

We'd better get onto CID or Division.

It looks like we've got a kidnapping on our hands.

Who would steal a baby like that?

It must be some kind of sick joke.

Oh, Caroline, I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry.

Where was he?

He was outside in the pram.

And then he was gone.

It was my fault.

I was meant to be keeping an eye on him.

I don't understand.

We've already started a full search, Ms Hall.

Could you help us with a few details?

Of course. I've got a picture of Stuart, too.

Where exactly were you this morning?

I went to visit some old friends in York,

but they weren't in, so I wandered around a bit.

Weren't they expecting you?

Er... no, not really. They knew I was coming up here

and I said I might pop in, but I didn't say exactly when.

York's a bit of a way to go on the off chance?

What are you saying, Sergeant?

I've been stuck indoors with a new baby for three months.

I suppose I was just glad of a day off.

VOICE BREAKING I didn't mind what I did, really.

I'm sure the break was a very welcome one.

Oh, I wish I'd never gone! I should never have left him!

SHE SOBS

Where have you been?

I got lost. What's that?

Your next delivery.

VERNON: You're joking!

"Anything. Any time. Anywhere."

Nobody said anything about any thing.

Apparently you did in the pub last night.

You also took payment in cash and two double Scotches.

I don't remember that.

Is Miss Hall in touch with the baby's father?

I don't think so. But you'll have to ask her.

Hard on a young woman, bringing up a child on her own.

Is it a situation she copes with?

I haven't seen Caroline for nearly months.

When she turned up with a baby,

you could've knocked me down with a feather.

Kept it a secret, did she?

She lost her job over it.

Still, I don't see what bearing all this has on the kidnapping.

I'm just trying to build up an overall picture.

You think the baby's father may be involved?

RAYMOND: It is possible.

JACKIE: Well...

He's a married man.

He dumped her flat when he discovered she was pregnant.

Her life is ruined by this child, wouldn't you say?

In some ways, yes.

What are you suggesting?

I'm just trying to keep an open mind, Mrs Bradley.

I suggest you do the same.

KNOCK ON DOOR

HE SCOFFS

Oh, come on, Pattie. Open up.

- Pattie! - Go away.

You can't stay cooped up in your room all day.

Look, why don't you come for a drive with me?

At least give me a chance.

I've got some business in Whitby. I'll buy you supper.

Last chance.

KNOCKING CONTINUES

MICHAEL: A baby's been kidnapped

and Craddock has us running after this.

- Come on, it's not your fault. - Try telling Jackie that.

Look, you put the baby out in the pram.

People do it all the time.

You couldn't expect any harm to come of it.

MICHAEL: If CID come in, what will they do that we can't do locally?

PHIL: Maybe Craddock's right. Maybe you're too involved.

Best off out of it.

SEAGULLS SQUAWKING

Aye, what's he up to?

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

He looked right at me. I think I've blown it.

Yeah, join the club.

HENS SCREECHING

Mr Bamford. I've got your hens.

They're nowt to do with me. And I'm not Bamford.

This is Green End Farm, isn't it?

Nay, lad, this is Green Hill Farm.

I believe there's a Green End Farm on Ashfordly side of the river.

How far's that?

About ten mile. You might make it before dark.

Oh, heck.

This is just a mild sedative. It'll help you get some rest.

No, there are some people, my parents included, probably,

who'd call this God's judgement of me.

That's very harsh.

How can I be anything but a bad mother?

I should never have had a baby in the first place.

Caroline, you must stop torturing yourself.

If anyone's to blame, it's me and Mike.

- I just wanted some time on my own. - That's understandable.

What if something terrible's happened to him?

I couldn't bear it.

RAYMOND: I need to ask your professional opinion

on Miss Hall's mental state. - Oh, she's very distressed.

But in the circumstances, that's hardly surprising.

Did this distress precede her baby's disappearance?

I'm not sure I'm with you.

I need to know, in your opinion,

is she's capable of harming the child?

I'm not a psychiatrist, Sergeant. I couldn't possibly say.

But you wouldn't dismiss it out of hand?

What are you implying? That she kidnapped her own child?

Do you have any grounds for these suspicions?

She's a young woman trapped with a baby she didn't want.

- That's hardly evidence. - It certainly isn't.

I hope you can substantiate such a monstrous allegation, Sergeant.

You're a lawyer.

Look at the circumstances and probabilities.

Who would take a baby from outside a police station?

Think about it.

You know her better than us.

They didn't want us to be together.

But I wasn't going to let that happen, was I? No!

STUART CRIES

ASHFORDLY: Pattie, are you up there again?

That's Uncle Charlie!

We don't want to let him in on our secret, do we?

I'll be down in a minute.

I'm going to snuggle you down up here.

There.

Don't worry, darling.

I'm going to leave a little night-light on for you.

Shh.

And I'll be back very, very soon.

STUART CRIES

MUSIC PLAYING

Oh! I've been on that bike so long I'm saddle-sore.

BERNIE: I told you this weren't going to be easy.

Now you know why the Penny Post turned into the Royal Mail.

HE CHUCKLES

Don't scoff, Oscar.

When Vernon's Vikings are one of this nation's

premier international courier services,

you will be standing behind that bar bragging that you once knew us.

- Won't he, Bernard? - BERNIE: Yeah, I'm sure!

- Yes, sir? - Large Scotch, please.

BERNIE: Oh, hello, Philip.

Is it true what we've heard about this kiddy being kidnapped

from outside the police house?

Yeah, I gather.

And you're sat here drinking?

Well, that's the police around here for you.

Anyone wanting to cast aspersions

on the local constabulary in this pub

could find themselves barred.

Didn't I see you in Whitby earlier?

Whitby?

Er, no. I don't think so.

But you are the local copper.

- Thank you. - Yes. Well, one of them.

And a kid has been kidnapped? That's terrible.

You know, I always think the police do a wonderful job.

Hal Tadcaster, by the way.

Can I get you a drink?

Where's Caroline?

She's upstairs.

Although I doubt she's sleeping.

I feel so...

Look, Mike, stop apologising. You weren't to know.

Anyway...

Anyway what?

Well, Craddock seems to think it might have been Caroline herself.

- Caroline? But... - Well, exactly.

I mean, if it was her, what's she done with the baby?

No. No. She couldn't have hurt the baby.

- Could she? - That's the trouble.

I'm not absolutely sure.

There is such a thing as postnatal depression.

KNOCKING

SLOW KNOCK

This is very cosy.

What do you want?

She's pretty.

It's a boy.

Is it?

You know the local plod have been following me around?

You haven't been talking to anyone, have you?

You know how I hate chatterboxes.

Why can't you just let me go?

I'm not going to tell the police about your wretched business.

Women don't dump me, Patricia. I dump them.

This is not over until I say.

OK?

How did I ever get involved with a madman like you?

HE SCOFFS

You're a weak and fairly stupid woman.

You'd fall in love with any man who was halfway nice to you.

Hmm, that didn't last, though.

Oh, I hope the police do get you.

Lock you up for a very long time.

I think on their present form, that's a tad unlikely.

You are a despicable creature.

Now, don't get abusive, darling.

I don't go around stealing babies.

Anyone who did that would be completely bonkers, wouldn't they?

Our good old plod would most certainly lock them up

for a very...

very long time.

As you know, I intend to come down on these poachers with a firm hand.

Jolly glad to hear it, Craddock.

A discreet presence is all that should be necessary.

I'm only too happy for your chaps to have the run of the place.

- Pattie! - Morning, Charlie.

- Are you all right? - I just need to pop to the village.

There are some things I must... SHE GRIMACES

Pattie!

Bradley, call Dr Summerbee.

Hi.

I understand you run a private courier service.

Yeah. The strike'll be over soon. I'd wait if I was you.

I need a special delivery.

- To London. - London?

It's on behalf of Lord Ashfordly.

It's a birthday surprise for a friend of his.

- He'll make it worth your while. - We don't go as far as London.

Hang about, Bernard.

What exactly was it you wanted delivering?

Just a couple of cases of fresh crabs

and lobsters from Whitby docks.

Livestock. I'm afraid that'll come very expensive.

There is an additional handling charge.

£ for the round trip.

Oh.

Well, we wouldn't want to discommode Lord Ashfordly, would we, Bernard?

HAL: Here's the address in London.

Pick the cases up from Whitby docks later this morning.

And here's your fee.

Oh! Thank you very much.

Pleasure doing business with you, sir.

HE SNIFFS

ENGINE STARTS

How are you gonna get a load of crabs down to London?

Never mind that. That's the idiot that put me off the road.

Anyway, I'm not. You are.

- Me? - In the truck.

Drive carefully.

You don't look too happy with life, Bernie.

He only wants me to go down to London

with a load of crabs for Lord Ashfordly.

Really?

That bloke in the Alvis, he's a pal of Ashfordly's, isn't he?

It were him that arranged it.

When did you have the operation?

Wednesday.

I discharged myself from the clinic and drove up here.

I thought if I can have a rest...

And have you been bleeding fairly continually since the termination?

Yes.

Our best plan is to admit you to a hospital.

No, I can't. I...

You fainted because you've lost a lot of blood.

If this situation isn't dealt with now,

there could be complications.

I'm gonna call an ambulance.

SHE SIGHS

Right, Ventress, that does sound promising. Keep me posted, will you?

I knew she was ill the moment she arrived,

but she refused to see a doctor.

- I should have insisted. - Please don't take me to hospital.

TRICIA: There's nothing to be scared of. You'll be fine, I promise you.

ASHFORDLY: What's wrong? She's gonna be all right?

She needs urgent treatment.

Look, it's a gynecological problem. She has lost a lot of blood,

which is why she fainted.

- I see. - TRICIA: Try not to worry.

- Charlie! Charlie! - Don't worry, old girl.

You're in good hands.

STUART CRIES

BERNIE: I must say, Alf, it's awfully good of you

to come on your day off.

Oh, no. It's you doing me the favour, Bernie.

If I'd stopped at home, Mrs Ventress would only find me something to do.

So, where are we picking up these crabs, then?

These are the instructions.

Bit precise, isn't it?

Seems an awful lot of trouble and expense

to go to for a fish supper.

ALFRED: You know what these toffs are like. More money than sense.

You know, I was always jealous of you when we were at university.

Jealous of me? Why?

It was all so easy for you.

CAROLINE SCOFFS It was not.

You went to all the parties, you...

burnt the candle at both ends and still got a first.

I worked like stink.

I was completely convinced I was going to fail all my exams

and get sent down ignominiously.

The police think I've done away with my own baby, don't they?

JACKIE: Sometimes new mothers can't cope.

They get postnatal depression and...

end up doing something desperate.

Do you think I...

You do, don't you?

No, of course I don't.

CAROLINE: You're not sure though, are you?

- You've changed. - So have you.

I always saw you as the high-flier.

I never thought you'd be in the back of beyond,

married to a policeman. - It isn't the "back of beyond."

Let's be honest. Neither of us have the lives we dreamt of.

But you had the job that you wanted.

It must have been devastating to give that up.

Just when your career was really taking off.

When I was pregnant, I was so angry about it all.

Why had I been caught out? Why me?

But when Stuart was born...

Well, I'd lost a lot, but I'd gained something far more valuable.

I'd do anything, anything, so long as my baby's all right.

I just want him back, Jackie.

If...

If anything...

If any...

If I've lost him, I think I'd die.

Oh, Caroline.

BERNIE: Oh, that's great.

I'm supposed to hump crates of shellfish now, too.

Let's just get it on the truck.

And then you and I need to have a chat.

Constable Bradley was wondering

if you felt up to having a talk with him.

SHE SIGHS Why not?

Hello, Mrs Brewster.

You know we're looking for a baby that's gone missing?

His mother's extremely upset.

It's a terrible thing to lose a child. Isn't it?

You must know that.

I didn't want to have an abortion.

But he made me.

And I found out about the kind of man he was. I didn't want his child.

I thought it was for the best.

Still, it must have been extremely difficult.

I was always planning to have a baby one day.

But the years skip by, don't they...

I don't expect I'll have another chance now. At my age.

Do you want to tell me about the baby in the pram?

He was outside.

All on his own, poor little thing.

I was just driving by. I didn't mean...

I only wanted to help him.

Take care of him.

I didn't mean any harm.

Where is he now, Mrs Brewster?

DOG BARKING

Oi!

- What's going on? - I've got your crab and lobster.

You're supposed to take them to London.

I gave you the address.

You said they were for Lord Ashfordly.

To be delivered in London, you moron!

We don't do London. It's too far.

What, and you think I paid quid to go from Whitby to here?

You'll have to talk to Vernon about the money. He handles that.

Where are you going? You can't leave these here!

I must be off. I've got some poultry to deliver.

ENGINE STARTS

HE COUGHS HORSE NEIGHING

Henry Tadcaster?

I'll take charge of those if you don't mind, sir.

Where have you been? I want a word.

Can you just hang on a minute, Sarge?

I've just seen my brother down the road.

He said if I don't give the quid,

I'll be arrested. - That's not quite right.

But the money's still got to be confiscated.

- As evidence. - What if I've spent it?

Then you are in trouble, Mr Scripps.

ASHFORDLY: Ah, PC Bradley. Come on in.

I'm sorry to barge in on Your Lordship.

I kept thinking I could hear a baby crying, but...

didn't make any sense.

Went up the old nursery and there he was.

STUART GURGLES

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

Oh, my God! Is he all right?

Seems quite a jolly little fellow to me.

Eats like a horse, though!

HE CHUCKLES