11x02 - She's Leaving Home

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

MUSIC: 'Set Me Free' by The Kinks

♪ Set me free, little girl

♪ All you gotta do is set me free, little girl

♪ You know you can do it if you try

♪ All you gotta do is set me free, free

♪ Free

♪ Set me free, little girl

♪ All you gotta do is set me free, little girl

♪ You know you can do it if you try...

Carl Lomax.

You pleaded guilty to serious acts of damage to property.

Fortunately, nobody was injured.

But not it seems through any notion of restraint on your part.

Now, this court will not tolerate teenage vandalism.

But it is your first offence.

And since the police officers in question

consider your personal circumstances merit further study,

I'm going to postpone sentence.

You're remanded in custody until a report into your case is to hand.

♪ Set me free

♪ Oh set me free, little girl...

You can take him down, Officer.

♪ Set me free, little girl

♪ You know you can do it if you try

♪ All you gotta do is set me free, free...

COURT OFFICER: All rise.

♪ Set me free ♪

How do you think it'll go for Carl?

Blaming the police for his father's death

is no excuse for vandalising police property.

No, sarge.

If he's learned his lesson he could get off with a warning.

Enjoying it, aren't you?

Couldn't wait to see him locked up.

- He's to blame for his predicament. - Carl was provoked.

He's never been any trouble.

How dare you! Your son pressurised my daughter into going on the pill.

Listen to her! She was nothing to do with it, I suppose?

You are a stupid, ignorant woman!

Stupid? I'll give you "stupid"!

That's quite enough of that, Mrs Lomax.

I think you should go. - Yes, with pleasure.

Trust you lot to take their side. If it weren't for you

he wouldn't be locked up now.

Bradley, you'd best keep an eye on that situation.

That could be a full-time job, sarge.

Why do I have to get dressed up too, Mr Vernon?

Because, David, today you are my chauffeur.

And in the world of commerce, image is everything.

At least that's over and done with.

DEBBIE: What happened?

He won't be troubling you again, Deborah.

What do you mean? Mum?

He's been remanded in custody.

- Carl? In prison? - MRS WHITE: Deborah,

if you've sense, you'll forget about him.

You're all against him!

Why? What's Carl ever done to you?

It's not fair!

No contact between her and that boy. We agreed. Yes?

MUSIC: 'The Look of Love' by Dusty Springfield

♪ Is in your eyes

♪ The look your heart

♪ Can't disguise

♪ The look of love ♪

DAVID: I'm always driving you about.

You've never made me wear a suit before.

What do you want here?

Mr Hawkins? Vernon Scripps. We spoke on the telephone.

I thought you were t'bailiffs.

Oh, no. I'm a chauffeur when I'm dressed like this...

- All right, David. - Otherwise I'm...

I'm here to buy your slot machines, Mr Hawkins.

Well...there they are.

in all.

Turned a profit for me, till I was forced out of business.

DAVID: Don't worry, Mr Hawkins,

Mr Vernon'll pay more than they're worth...

All right, David. I'll do the talking.

Now, erm... had you a price in mind, Mr Hawkins?

Make me an offer.

Let me see, now.

machines in reasonable working order.

Let's say, six quid apiece.

You'll not get more from the bailiffs.

They'll not be willing to go up to ten like...

David!

- Seven quid apiece, then. - Seven quid!

- You'll not get a better offer. - If he sold them one by one...

- David! Will you shut up? - I've had a better offer.

But I won't sell them to a competitor.

Right. Well... eight quid apiece. That's my final offer.

- It's a deal. Do we shake on it? - Done.

And, you know, David was right.

You could have bid me up, Mr Hawkins.

There's no time. The bailiffs are on the way.

They'd have flogged 'em for peanuts.

But you could have bought them for half the price.

SLOT MACHINE POLICEMAN LAUGHS

So, how long have the families been feuding like this?

You're the reporter. That's for you to find out.

Some people blame Dr Summerbee.

You know, getting the village kids all steamed up

by doling out contraceptive pills.

That's stupid. She's not doling them out.

She's a good doctor.

Er... same again. What do you think, Mr Blaketon?

Call me old-fashioned, but if I had a young daughter,

I don't think I'd want her to be on the pill.

Not without my consent.

So you'd rather have her pregnant?

Don't put words into my mouth, Gina.

- Go on, Mr Blaketon. - I just think that if she was mine

I'd want to protect her from that kind of pressure,

at least until she came of age.

By which time it could be too late.

And a lot of people round here think the same, Gina!

Shut up!

Well, with Carl out of the way it'll all blow over. You'll see.

The Whites have been just as tough on their own kid. Thanks.

Tricia says they keep Deborah almost a prisoner in the house.

Er... yes. How can I help you?

Carl Lomax was in court. I heard he's been kept somewhere.

Could I have the address?

You're a friend of Deborah White's?

- That's right. - Is it for her?

Who says it's not for me?

You do know what you're getting yourself into?

All I want is Carl's address.

There's no law against that, is there?

No.

And you are?

Jenny Kirby. Why?

Just so that we know, Miss Kirby.

Thank you.

Hello. It's Jenny.

Jenny Kirby. Can I speak to Deborah, please?

It's Jenny.

Do you mind if I speak to my friend in private?

Or is that forbidden too? - It's you we're thinking of, love.

If you stay I'll put the phone down.

Very well.

Don't be too long about it.

Jenny.

Yeah, she's gone.

Have you got it? Brilliant.

Look, can you call in on your way home?

I need a letter posted.

OK. Bye.

- BOTH: Uncle Eddie! - Hey! Remember me?

Eddie, come on in. Come on, get inside.

CHILDREN: Hey! Uncle Eddie!

Uncle Eddie, eh!

Hey, come on! Let's have a look at you. Ooh!

So who's been giving my favourite sister a hard time, eh?

EDDIE LAUGHS

- Dr Summerbee? - Yes?

Have you heard of concerns about your activities in Aidensfield?

- You are? - Andy Sykes, Ashfordly Gazette.

I don't know where you get your information.

You prescribed the pill for a -year-old.

- Not true. - You're denying you put

Deborah White on the pill. - Yes.

How many other girls have you put on the pill?

Goodbye, Mr Sykes.

The parents of Carl Lomax and Deborah White

are at each other's throats. Is that something you're proud of?

Do you want to comment, Doctor? - Yes! Go to hell!

- You bought of these? - I thought we'd start small.

- Start what, another Las Vegas? - I've seen that on telly.

It'd be great if there was one here.

Bernard! I got all these machines for quid.

That's a small price to pay for what I've got in mind.

But you haven't got a bean, never mind quid.

VERNON: Well, true. But "we" have.

In the kitty for Scripps' Taxi Services.

That's for our new motor.

Bernard, I've got a plan.

Tell me, how many pubs can you name in this part of Yorkshire alone?

- Hundreds. - Exactly.

Oh, me too. There's the Queen's Head at Kirlby.

There's that Rat Catcher's Arms place.

They're a licence to print money for Scripps Enterprises.

Saracen's Head, that Mr Greengrass liked.

Just trust me, Bernard.

The Headless Woman. HE LAUGHS

HE SIGHS

I have mothers ringing me up in a state,

convinced that I just hand out the pill to their daughters.

They believe I'm encouraging promiscuity in the village.

Do you think someone's stirring it up?

The Whites started it but it's taken on a life of its own.

It's nasty. The Executive Council have had complaints.

They called me in today and then a sleazy reporter

pestered me as I left the hospital.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, surgery?

Yes, it's Dr Summerbee.

Who is this?

Very brave of you.

Yeah, I do have something to say.

You're a disgusting, cowardly...

LINE GOES DEAD

Anonymous call?

What did they say?

Don't ask, Mike.

DOGS BARKING

MUSIC: 'The Look Of Love' by Dusty Springfield

♪ I can hardly wait to hold you

♪ Feel my arms around you

♪ How long I have waited

♪ Waited just to love you

♪ Now that I have found you... ♪

- WARDEN: Lomax! - Sir?

Gardens.

Your mother will pick you up after school.

We'd appreciate it if you were here when she arrives.

- Can I go now? - Yes. Goodbye.

MUSIC: 'Freedom Rider' by Traffic

♪ Like a hurricane around your heart

♪ When earth and sky are torn apart

♪ He comes gathering up the bits

♪ While hoping that the puzzle fits

♪ He leaves you

♪ He leaves you

♪ Freedom rider... ♪

HE READS A divided community...

family feuding.

Threats of v*olence... sexual promiscuity.

Not on about the last days of the Roman Empire are they?

- No, sarge. - No.

Aidensfield, a rural community in Yorkshire.

Why should it concern us? - Er... it's on our patch, sarge?

Quite.

HE READS Controversial GP, Patricia Summerbee

and anti-pill spokesman, Oscar Blaketon.

Has the world gone completely mad? - MIKE: The reporter, sir.

Sykes. A real sleaze merchant. A troublemaker.

Heaven knows what impression this kind of

sensation-mongering rubbish is going to have on Division.

That's a local paper, sarge. PHONE RINGS

It won't travel that far. Ashfordly police station.

It's for you, sarge. Division.

I'll take it inside.

♪ When lightning strikes you to the bone

♪ You turn around, you're all alone

♪ By the time you hear that siren sound

♪ Then your soul is in the lost and found

♪ Forever

♪ Forever

♪ Freedom rider... ♪

Mr Scripps?

Charley Woods.

Call me Charley.

All my friends do.

Oh, right. It's just that I'm not... You want the pub, Mr Woods.

- Charley. - Er... Charley.

Not the pub. Not just yet.

Not till we've done our deal.

Oh, oh... I don't do deals.

I just do jobs, Mr Woods.

Charley.

Er... Charley. The person you want...

These slot machines, Mr Scripps. I want them.

I'll pay you more than you paid.

More than they're worth.

Oh, well... I can't do that.

You see, these are all part of Mr Vernon's plan.

Mr Hawkins sold 'em to you. But he promised 'em to me.

Oh. You see, they're not for sale.

I haven't finished polishing 'em yet.

You're not listening.

I need these machines and I intend to have 'em.

At a fair price, of course.

B-But you can't have 'em. You ask Mr Vernon.

He'll tell you exactly the same thing.

I-I'm very sorry, Mr Woods, erm... Charley.

BERNIE: What's going on?

DAVID: Oh, Mr Scripps. It's Mr Woods. Erm... Charley.

He's been asking about the machines. I said he couldn't have 'em.

But Mr Woods... Charley, is not listening.

You tell him. I'll get back to polishing my machines.

You heard David. The slot machines aren't for sale.

You and your brother. Not thinking of going

into t'arcade business, I hope?

- What's it to you? - I don't like competition.

And I need these machines.

Goodbye, Mr Woods.

It's er... Charley.

Very well. Have it your way.

But you ask anyone about Charley Woods

and they'll tell you.

That what he wants, he usually gets.

Any idea when?

You took your time finding out.

All right. We'll take it from here.

Carl Lomax has absconded. - Absconded, how?

They don't know.

But he's had a good two-hour start.

All that kid needs with his sentencing coming up.

ALF: They think he's coming our way.

He had a letter from Deborah White. They think that's why he took off.

I want Lomax found and fast!

- Here's breakfast. - Want some sausage?

- Yeah. - You can't have any!

HE LAUGHS That Dr Summerbee,

she gets some stick in here.

Serves her right. It was her put that Deborah on the pill.

- What's she like? - The doctor?

She's just a slip of a girl.

Don't know if she's coming or going running that practice alone.

KNOCK ON DOOR

B for bad boys and G for good girls.

Mmm, you're quite right.

Can we have a word, please, Mrs Lomax?

- What now? - MIKE: Can we talk inside?

Say what you have to say or get lost.

It's all right, sis.

They'll mind their manners now I'm here.

- CRADDOCK: And you are? - Eddie Ford.

He's my brother. Try pushing him around.

Have you heard from your son, Mrs Lomax?

Carl, why? What's happened?

He's absconded. We have reason to believe

he's heading for Aidensfield.

If Carl does show up or contacts you persuade him to turn himself in.

I assure you it will not do your son's case any good

if we find him first. Good day to you.

♪ Here it comes

♪ Here it comes

♪ Here it comes

♪ Here it comes... ♪

I don't believe it.

What if he comes here pestering my daughter?

- We hope to find him before that. - But if you don't.

- What, then? - MIKE: Try not to worry, Mrs White.

But it's not your daughter he's after.

If my husband catches him again with Deborah

that boy will live to regret it.

We don't take kindly to threats, Mrs White.

Really?

When decent people are trying to protect their children?

CRADDOCK: v*olence is not the answer.

- Is Deborah at home? - She's at school.

I'm going to collect her soon.

Persuade her that it's in Carl's best interest to turn himself in.

Deborah won't be seeing him.

We'll make absolutely sure of that.

It won't cost the pub a bean.

They just sit there in the corner and all you hear

is the sound of profit every time somebody pulls the handle.

You brought me here to listen to this con artist.

Oh, the pub could do with livening up.

Don't be so suspicious.

I've seen more shady tricks than you've had hot dinners.

VERNON: Come on, Oscar.

That's no way to talk about a legitimate business proposition.

We can't lose, Mr Blaketon. I mean, you can't lose.

You'll get no cash from our till, if that's what you're hoping.

I know. While the trial run is on we use these. Tokens.

There you are. The punters buy them at the bar

and then if they win they exchange 'em for drinks.

Ah, so that's your game, is it? We pay for the drinks.

No! I do.

Well, at least while the trial run's on.

After that it's all cash.

I think it sounds great.

I wouldn't touch it with a bargepole.

Look, I decide what goes on the pub, not you.

Remember, Mr Blaketon, everyone's a winner with...

If I have to listen to a parrot, I expect it to have feathers.

I'm off to Whitby. Wasting my time, I'll tell you.

Oscar!

Can we take that as a definite maybe, Oscar?

MIKE: Hello.

- Tricia? - Mike? I'm in the pharmacy.

Come through.

Hi, look,

I'm meeting Phil in the pub. Do you fancy a drink?

I've got some visits to make. Maybe later.

Look, I... I saw today's paper.

You as well, eh?

The Executive Council rang again today.

They're not going to swallow that scaremongering?

I've told them the facts but the press interest

means they have to investigate.

They've told me not to worry.

I should hope so. You didn't force Deborah White to go on the pill.

I just referred her to a family planning clinic.

Did you tell the reporter that?

He doesn't want truth. Lies sell more papers.

He's well and truly dropped you in it.

It's not about me.

It's about Deborah. About girls like Deborah.

If I turn them away where do they end up, some backstreet abortionist?

PHONE RINGS

Surgery.

Slow down. Where are you? No, don't touch him. I'm on my way.

It's been a car accident. That was the driver.

I'll come with you.

There's no sign of it.

Are you sure you got the directions right?

Yeah, this is it. He said we'll see the car headlights.

Well, there's nothing here, Tricia.

No. It's a hoax.

MUSIC: 'The Look Of Love' by Dusty Springfield

♪ It's on your face

♪ A look

♪ That time can't erase... ♪

Sorry to spoil your night.

No, that's all right. It hasn't started yet.

Are you sure you don't want to join us for a drink?

Thanks, but I've still got my visits.

- What is it? - The door's open.

TRICIA: The dr*gs.

What's missing?

Amphetamines, dihydrocodeine, pentazocine.

They've been cleaned out, Mike.

Er... did you see anything outside the doctor's house last night?

WOMAN: No. I don't think so.

- Nothing at all? - No.

The lock's been levered open

by someone who knew what they were doing.

And they knew what they wanted.

Only dr*gs you can sell on the streets were taken.

Not on my streets, Dr Summerbee.

CARL: Jenny! Jenny!

Carl! I'm going to be late! Are you all right?

I'm fine.

- Does Debs know I'm out? - We all do.

- She's going spare, Carl. - I need to see her.

Her parents won't let her out of their sight.

Can you get a message to her?

Yeah.

A man was seen loitering outside the surgery last night.

What time?

When you and Dr Summerbee were called out.

The call was a setup for the burglary.

I agree. We'll check visitors to the village.

Especially anyone in guest accommodation.

Not having much luck, are you?

Andy Sykes, Ashfordly Gazette, sarge.

Oh, "that" Mr Sykes.

Yesterday you lose Carl Lomax. Now the surgery's burgled.

- Any comment on that? - No.

And that's not an invitation for you to make one up, Mr Sykes.

What was nicked in there, dr*gs?

ALF: We're still assessing the loss.

I bet it was dr*gs. How will that look on our streets?

CRADDOCK: You put Aidensfield on the map, Mr Sykes.

Attracted all sorts of people here.

Including the person who most probably burgled that surgery.

We're following your career with interest.

Clear off, Mr Sykes.

Well, you'll find they won't let you down.

Oh, that's great.

I must press on. I've got a few more jobs to do.

Oh, that's fine. Goodbye, Mr Cedric.

And er... thanks for your great work.

Oh, it's all part of the service.

MR CEDRIC STARTS ENGINE

That was Mr Cedric.

It's working, David. It's all falling into place.

I've spoken to three more pubs today.

He was sent by Mr Hawkins.

- He's come to do a maintenance job. - David, you're not listening!

Three more pubs are willing to take our slot machines.

If they make a profit at the Arms...

All right. Great.

It was all right to let Mr Cedric carry on?

Yes. Whatever.

Nothing can stop us now. We're on our way.

It's amazing the way they all fitted back together again when he...

MUSIC: 'We Kiss In A Shadow' by Cliff Richard

♪ We hide from the moon

♪ Our meetings are few

♪ And over too soon

♪ We speak in a whisper... ♪

They're on at me every minute I'm in the house.

"Carl's this. Carl's that. He'll destroy your future".

Trying to poison my mind.

You should hear what my mum says about your parents.

No worse than what mine think of yours.

Listen, who cares?

Why can't they just leave us alone? What have we ever done to them?

It's just the way things are, Debs. Nothing's going to change.

What if the police find you? Oh! I can't bear it!

Listen, they're not going to find me. If I'm not here.

What will you do?

Get lost.

In London, maybe?

It's a big city. Millions live there.

- Who'd notice us? - Will you take me with you?

I'm not going anywhere without you.

Oh, can we really do it, Carl? Get away and be together?

Yeah. I've planned it all out.

If it's what you really want.

To be with me?

Sum total of guest-house visitors in the last few days -

two commercial travellers, one granny and a bird-watcher.

- You? - Two family groups,

one runaway missus, two vicars.

Hello, lads. Get you anything?

- Pork pie. - Cheese sandwich for me, please.

Right, I'll get some fresh.

Have you had a chat with him yet?

Er... I'll ask him in a minute.

Eh... there's a new arrival we haven't checked out.

- Keep the change. - PHIL: Who's he?

Eddie Ford. Mrs Lomax's brother.

Ah, Mr Sykes. Drowning your sorrows, are you?

That's right. Incompetent plods in uniform have that effect on me.

I'm sorry to hear it. We'll try harder next time.

Don't bother.

What with dumbos in uniform, runaway sex-mad teenagers,

doors being kicked in, clueless doctors,

locals trying to use each other as footballs...

It's better than the flicks, isn't it?

- There you are. Enjoy. - MIKE: Thanks, Oscar.

OK. I'll have a word with Mr Ford.

You have a chat with him.

- You've had your dinner. - I'm still starving.

- This is my dinner. - Shut up.

Afternoon, Mrs Lomax. Heard from Carl?

If I had do you think I'd tell you?

Do you mind, Officer? This is private company.

Actually, it's you I'd like to speak to, Mr Ford.

Mind if I sit?

MRS LOMAX: What are you on about now?

The village surgery was burgled last night.

Who have you had staying the last few days?

A couple of regulars, Phil.

OSCAR: So, Bellamy.

Aidensfield police have certainly seen better days than this.

First that pill upset, then burglary and now, I hear,

dr*gs have been found circulating amongst our young ones.

PHIL: Well, it was easier in your day, Oscar.

Your name alone was enough to scare the villains away.

And how long have you been at this London address?

Oh, months.

Last night, after you left, where did you go?

Straight home with my sister.

- After that, anywhere else? - Nope. I stayed in, went to bed.

Can you confirm that?

Yeah. You're crazy if you think he kicked Dr Summerbee's door in.

He'd every right to. It don't mean he did it.

I'm not talking about vandalism, Mrs Lomax.

The surgery was raided and dr*gs were taken.

Very dangerous dr*gs.

MRS LOMAX: You must be mad.

EDDIE: Don't worry, they won't bother to check.

What if they find out where you've really been living?

So what? I've done my time, I'm a free man.

I mean, how else could I be here to protect you?

Yeah, yeah. But can you check again, please?

No. That was the address I was given.

Really?

Right, thanks. Thanks for your help.

The address Ford gave me?

The nearest London station says it doesn't exist.

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield police.

Oscar?

Are you sure, Oscar?

You seem to forget who you're talking to, Bradley.

In the force, the Blaketon memory

was famous for its photographic quality.

Ford's done time. Oscar overheard him say it.

One up to Oscar.

You see if you can track down Ford's record.

I think I'd better go and have another word with Mrs Lomax.

When did your brother get out of prison?

You can ask him that.

I will. But if you want to help your brother,

you'll answer my question.

I'll find out anyway.

He got out a week ago.

Why did he lie about his address?

He knows how you are with people like us.

Look how you treated Carl. - What was he in for?

I don't know and I didn't ask.

Me and Eddie lost touch ages ago.

Your brother claimed he was here the night the surgery was burgled.

You confirmed that. Is that the truth?

I said so once and I'm saying it again.

Mrs Lomax, burglary and stealing dangerous dr*gs

are serious crimes.

If you're lying and we find out it means you're involved.

How's that going to look when Carl comes up for sentence?

MUSIC: 'The Look Of Love' by Dusty Springfield

♪ How long I have waited

♪ Waited just to love you

♪ Now that I have found you

♪ You've got the look of love

♪ It's on your face

♪ A look

♪ That time can't erase

♪ Be mine tonight

♪ Let this be just the start

♪ Of so many nights like this

♪ Let's take a lover's vow

♪ And then seal it with a kiss

♪ I can hardly wait to hold you

♪ Feel my arms around you

♪ How long I have waited

♪ Waited just to love you

♪ Now that I have found you

♪ Don't ever go

♪ Don't ever go

♪ I love you so ♪

Come on, Deborah, wake up.

What a friend we have in Mr Sykes, eh?

Have we heard back on Ford?

Police Records are still checking. It's a common name, Eddie Ford.

MR WHITE: Sergeant Craddock!

My daughter's run away!

I think she's made off with the Lomax boy.

Carl!

Debs! It's all right, I'm here.

Oh, I feel so ill, Carl.

Debs. What's wrong? Have you eaten something?

Nothing.

Well, just a pill with some water.

Debs, not from that tap?

- All set for the big day? - BOTH: No!

I would be if he wasn't so dead against it.

The lads'll be here in a minute with the slot machines.

He won't listen to reason.

Me, unreasonable?

Just because I refuse to release gambling fever on my premises?

VERNON: It's not illegal, Oscar.

Oh, you're telling me the law now are you?

No! But I'm wondering what Aidensfield Youth Club

will say when they find out they'll not get their dividend.

What are you talking about now?

Five per cent of all the eventual profits

were going to the local youth club.

We were going to call it The Blaketon Initiative.

- You never mentioned this before. - You never gave me a chance!

BERNIE: Come on, mind your fingers.

Where do you want this, Vernon?

It's not for him to say, Bernie.

Oh, cheer up, Oscar. Try it by the gents.

- Gents, right. - OSCAR: No, not by the gents!

If it stays it'll be where I can see it.

How about the snug, then?

Snug.

OSCAR: And not the snug. I may be old-fashioned,

but I believe a snug should look like a snug!

Well... shall we put it in the kitchen?

People can have a cup of tea while they're...

No, David.

Well, where do you want them, then?

Since you ask, I don't want them.

Anywhere. Full stop.

- Well... - Look. Hang on.

Let's do this right.

Psychology.

That's the key to where we place them.

Look!

Now, your regular customer comes in the pub,

walks up to the bar, says hello to his mates,

"Hello, Harry. Hello, Charlie."

Orders a pint, pays his money.

He gets the pint, takes the first pull!

Mmm! Ahhh! He gets his change.

Turns...

and sees something more interesting than a pocket

to put his loose change in.

That's the place.

And tonight's the night.

- You need help. - No! Don't leave me!

- Debs, you could get worse. - Please, Carl.

There's a phone box not too far away.

I'll come back, I promise.

I love you.

I can't let you go through this.

It's just another day for you, Doctor, isn't it?

Mrs White, please!

My daughter's run away from home because of you.

Goodness knows what will happen to her!

Now do you see what you've done?

Run away? I'd no idea. I'm sorry.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

Why don't you come in?

Arguing's not going to help Deborah. We need to talk about this calmly.

Mmm.

MUSIC: 'Little Children' by Billy J Kramer

♪ You'd better not tell on me

♪ I'm telling you

♪ Little children

♪ You'd better not tell what you see... ♪

Can I have one? Can I have one?

She's a sensible girl, Mrs White.

That's why she came to see me in the first place.

She should have spoken to me, I'm her mother.

Did you ever advise her about contraception?

She's so young. I thought I had more time.

It's not an easy subject for a parent.

I wanted to, many times, but...

too embarrassed, I suppose.

When I was her age,

the best contraception was the word "no".

Times have changed.

Young girls need to understand the facts of life.

I feel terrible.

That I've let her down.

How safe are these pills?

They're powerful dr*gs, Mrs White.

But under medical supervision, very safe.

I asked because she's made off with the pills that I confiscated.

So there would have been a gap between taking them?

PHONE RINGS

That may add to the risk of pregnancy. Excuse me.

Hello. Surgery?

Has she eaten or drunk anything?

OK. Don't touch that water again. Where are you?

I think I know it. I'll leave now. The ambulance will follow.

Carl, stay by the phone till I get there.

Carl? Carl Lomax?

He and Deborah were hiding out.

Deborah's taken ill. - Deborah ill?

Try not to worry, Mrs White.

Mum, can you open these sweeties for me?

- Where did you get them? - Our room.

Annie, where did you find these?

Over there.

Right. Go downstairs and play. I'll be down in a minute.

All right? Off you go.

Hurry, she's poorly.

- Where is she? - Calm down.

- She's in a barn. She's shaking. - Where is she?

What have you done to her, Carl?

Urgent, yes.

Bye.

Sarge, that was Mrs Lomax.

She wants to see you. She says it's urgent.

She says before her brother gets back.

Right. Bellamy, Bradley.

CARL: Debs! Dr Summerbee's here!

- MRS WHITE: Deborah! - Mum?

It's all right, Deborah, we're here now.

Mum.

MRS LOMAX: Is that what you're looking for?

Yes. How did they get here?

Eddie hid them in the kids' bedroom. They thought they were sweets.

Has he ever dealt in dr*gs before?

Burglary, yeah. But dr*gs? Not that I know of.

DOOR OPENS

It's me.

- I called the police, Eddie. - You?

You shopped your own brother?

My kids found them, Eddie.

They were about to swallow them.

You could have k*lled my kids!

The ambulance is here.

We've heard from Records, sarge.

Ford started dealing dr*gs whilst he was serving time.

Smuggling them in to flog to inmates.

CRADDOCK: Perhaps he'll consider a new career.

He'll have plenty of time to ponder it.

We've found Carl Lomax.

It was contaminated water.

They've a few more tests to run, but she'll be fine.

- Can I see her? - Not today, Carl.

I'm sure the police can arrange it when she's stronger.

Just a minute.

She might have died but for you. We'll always be in your debt.

- I did it for Debs. - I know.

Good luck with your court case.

Thanks a lot.

What'll happen to him?

After turning himself in and doing it to help Deborah,

we're recommending that he get let off with a caution.

MUSIC: 'Money (That's What I want)' by The Searchers

♪ Well you can give that to the birds and bees

♪ But give me money

♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want, that's what I want

♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want, yeah...

Right, give me the coins. How many you got there?

One, two, three, four. Right that's three pints.

Three pints coming up.

Hey, Bernie. I hope your brother's got deep pockets.

He owes us a fortune already, I'll tell you.

♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want...

Phone call for you, Bernie. Mr Woods. And it's urgent.

Woods? Oh, yeah, I remember him.

Yeah.

It's probably for Vernon.

- Well, is he here? - He's on his way, I should think.

I'd better get it.

♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want, that's what I want, yeah... ♪

Have you just been in a pub, sir?

Will you step out of the vehicle, please, sir?

ALF: Would you mind breathing into this, sir?

A breath of not less than ten

and not more than seconds, sir.

Thank you.

Do you need a car for your business, sir?

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

CAR DOOR SLAMS

ALL CHEER

They look happy.

They're not supposed to look happy. They're supposed to look skint!

Where's Bernard?

Bernard!

Vernon, do you know a bloke called Cedric?

Never mind that! What's going on with these machines?

You've just had a phone call. Apparently this Cedric fixed 'em.

That's right, he took 'em to bits. I told you about it.

BERNIE: What you didn't tell him is that Cedric nobbled 'em.

You let someone nobble my machines?

I told you about it. You said it were all right.

Cedric works for a man called Woods.

He paid a visit to the garage.

He wanted to buy your one-armed bandits.

In fact he insisted on it.

I didn't pay any attention to it at the time.

You didn't pay any attention to it?

Hey, Scripps! Do something quick, they're winning every other pull!

If this keeps up they're going to drink us dry.

I've to to get them out of here!

OSCAR: I've never known a night like this.

VERNON: Excuse me.

What I haven't told him is, I've just sold the lot to Woods.

I bet, yes. For a loss too.

No, Oscar. For once Vernon's in profit.

These machines are the last in the area Woods doesn't own.

Amazing what he offered to get rid of the competition.

All right for you. I want to know who's paying this bar bill!

It's all part of the deal.

Yeah, Woods is going to pay that an' all.

I'll just go and tell Mr Vernon not to worry about the bill.

Hold on. Let him sweat for a bit

thinking he'll be washing pub glasses for a month.

Oh, what a wonderful thought!

No more money, please!

They're out of order!