11x08 - Home To Roost

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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: 'Something In The Air' by Thunderclap Newman

♪ Call out the instigator

♪ Because there's something in the air

Alfred!

CAR HORN BEEPS

♪ We've got to get together sooner or later

♪ Because the revolution's here... ♪

Alfred.

Come here.

Sorry about that.

It's all right. He's lovely.

He's messed up your er...

Oh, there's nothing to mess up.

Not yet, anyroad.

It's going to need a right good digging an' all.

A bit of compost is what you need to help prepare the soil.

That's nice, but I can't afford...

Oh, no, no, no. I make my own.

I could lend you some tools as well.

That's really kind of you.

Thank you. I'm Amy, by the way.

- I'm David. - I used to live round here,

but me and my parents moved down south

when I was a teenager.

It's nice to be back.

So have you... Just moved in, have you?

- Yeah. - It's just that I thought these...

er...

cottages were empty.

I thought they belonged to Mr Lawson.

They do. Amy's his niece.

He's letting us stay here for a while.

Anyway, we've got to get on.

Oh. Right.

Well, er... I'll drop the compost off later then.

Thanks.

Come on.

- Why did you have to be so rude? - You know why.

The last thing we want is locals sniffing about.

David, I want you to drive me to Ashfordly this afternoon.

An old business associate I want to see.

I can't, Mr Vernon. Not until I've taken Miss Amy's compost, anyroad.

- Miss Amy, who's she? - She's Mr Lawson's niece.

She's pregnant.

Geoff Lawson who used to have the paper factory?

Yeah, he's got those cottages up by Oddy's field.

That's where Miss Amy's staying. And Mr...Amy.

Mr Amy?

I don't know his name.

Never mind, David. You drop the stuff off.

And then drive me down to Ashfordly.

Oscar. Those cottages up at Oddy's field are derelict, aren't they?

Yes. Lawson's planning to develop them into holiday homes.

I wish he'd get a move on, they're an eyesore. Why?

I was wondering why he'd let his niece live there,

especially if she's pregnant. - Niece?

He doesn't have a niece.

- Is that the lot? - Aye, that's the last one.

Good.

Are you all right?

Hello, Mr Lawson.

PC Mike Bradley, Ashfordly Police.

What are you playing at? First one nosy local, now another.

They're just being kind.

- I'll be off now. - Thank you, David.

You make these yourselves, then?

Yeah. Steve's the one with all the talent. He's hoping to sell some.

- Really? - There's a bring-and-buy sale

- at the village hall tomorrow. - Don't go raising their hopes.

I think you'll find that most people around here

don't appreciate the more aesthetic things in life.

Well, maybe we could give it a try.

I could fork that compost in for you.

- But he has a prior engagement. - You've done more than enough.

- We're very grateful. - Come on, David. Whitby awaits.

Whitby? I thought you were going to Ashfordly?

Yes. Well, I've changed my mind.

I thought we might do a little bit of window shopping.

Perhaps browse some of the craft shops.

See you.

VAN HORN BEEPS

AMY: Steve.

John.

Laura. - Hey, Steve.

We brought our own locks.

MUSIC: 'Man in a Shed' by Nick Drake

What is this? I thought we were setting up home together,

- not bringing the commune with us. - I didn't know they were coming.

I don't even recognise half of them.

What are we going to do?

There's not a lot we can do.

It's not our property, so we can't turn them away.

Anyway, we'd be as bad as Lawson if we did.

You'd better get a move on with those locks.

We've had people sniffing around already.

Anyway, I rang Lawson, and he hasn't got a niece.

He's not given anyone permission to stay in those cottages.

It looks like squatters, sarge. - It certainly does.

Lawson's on his way over here now.

Good work, Bradley.

That's the tenth craft shop we've visited.

I know, my feet are k*lling me.

And what have we seen in them, David?

Lots of locally produced pots

that the tourists will happily pay a fortune for.

Well, you told that Mr Steve that his pots probably wouldn't sell.

- That's right. - Now you're saying they will.

That's right, David. Got it in one.

MUSIC: 'Plastic Man' by The Kinks

♪ A man lives at the corner of the street

♪ And his neighbours think he's helpful and he's sweet

♪ Cos he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand... ♪

They've all got new locks.

I thought they'd just taken one of them.

They had.

Can I help you?

Yes, you blooming well can. Open this door now.

- And who are you? - The owner.

- Not any more, you're not. - This is ridiculous.

I want these trespassers removed now.

Were these cottages left securely locked?

- What's that got to do with it? - Quite a lot. Were they?

Well, no. There wasn't much to lock, was there?

The doors were hanging off, we just walked straight in.

He's admitted it. They're trespassing.

If they didn't use force to get in, then they've committed no crime.

You what? I've never heard such a load of rubbish.

If you won't get them out, I will.

- I can't let you do that. - You just watch me.

If you do, I'll have to arrest you for forceable entry.

- They're my cottages! - There are procedures.

The procedure is they're leaving.

I suggest that you apply to the civil court for a possession order

to have these people evicted. - And how long will that take?

See you later.

Bye. There. I told you it was worth coming.

What?

- I wanted it to be just us two. - And what will you want next?

For me to get a proper job and move into a nice little semi?

No, I just...

It doesn't matter.

I wish we'd never done this in the first place.

You had the idea about the cottages.

Yeah. I didn't suggest squatting, though.

You don't understand this, do you?

People like Lawson are just out to make a big fat profit.

Look, I don't want to talk about it any more.

I'll get another drink.

A pint, please.

You're Fred and Ada's daughter, aren't you?

Yeah, that's right.

I thought I recognised you. You're not Geoff Lawson's niece.

It's a crime that Lawson's going to use those cottages

as holiday homes when people are crying out for decent housing.

- Did I say anything? - No, but you were going to.

- When the w*r ended... - Here we go.

When the w*r ended and we all came home,

us ex-servicemen were treated like heroes.

Once the clapping and the cheering stopped,

it was back to reality.

Out of work, families to support.

And plenty of people with nowhere to live. Did they get any help?

- So what happened? - They helped themselves.

Hundreds of them, all across the country.

They moved into the service camps.

- You're joking? - Now I don't approve of lying,

but I'm not altogether unsympathetic

with the principle of what you're doing.

Well, who'd have thought it, eh?

Oscar Blaketon,

the squatter's friend.

- Same again? - Please.

Ah.

Mr er...

- Steve. - Steve.

- How's the pottery coming along? - Great. Why?

I was thinking I might be able to lend you a helping hand.

An act of neighbourliness, so to speak.

I may be able to find an outlet for your pots.

Really? And what's in it for you?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Well, maybe a small percentage just to cover overheads and costs.

Sounds like capitalism to me.

I've already got a stall at the bring-and-buy sale. So, no thanks.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

- Hiya. - Hiya.

These are lovely.

They are, aren't they? You must be Steve.

Tricia does my antenatal checks.

I've told her to take it easy, so I hope you're keeping an eye on her.

She's old enough to look after herself.

Come on, Marion. You're not buying owt off him.

He's one of them layabouts who broke into Lawson's cottages.

So are the rest of them.

We didn't break in. They were empty.

If he wants to keep them empty, he can do. It's his property.

- All property is theft. - Don't you go calling him a thief.

Whatever he's owned, he's worked for. Unlike you lot.

And all we're doing is redistributing his wealth.

Taking something that isn't yours, you mean.

Why don't you go back down south and find a job?

Try doing a decent day's work.

Come on now, break it up. Or I'll have to charge you...

You've made your point, sir. Just stand back.

We're all here to enjoy ourselves, not start World w*r Three.

Hippies...make me sick.

Just our luck being stuck in here with paperwork

while Phil's skiving.

- He does have Tom under his feet. - That's true.

Bradley, I've just had an urgent phone call from Mr Lawson.

It's a shame. We were doing all right till he came along.

It might have helped if you hadn't stood there looking guilty.

You could at least have spoken up for yourself. Laura did.

- You've lost all your customers. - There's other places.

The trouble is, in an area as small as this,

your reputation, albeit false, may well precede you.

However, my contacts range far and wide.

What sort of a percentage were you thinking of?

They must have got wind of the fact

that I'm applying for possession orders.

They've done it to spite me!

VAN HORN BEEPS

Sarge.

Why would they ruin where they live?

They know they won't be here long.

So why not do that when they leave?

Well, perhaps they're planning to.

Right, Mr Lawson. Leave this to me.

I'm arresting you all on suspicion of malicious damage.

- Arrest us for what? - Sarge.

How will we get this lot down the station?

How do you think, Bradley? Drive them.

Drive them? Right, you lot. Come on. Back in the van.

- Back in the van. - What have we done?

- Is the kettle on, Alf? - No time for that.

- How do you mean? - Keep the noise down.

Get this lot into the cells,

process them and get them out of here as soon as possible.

- This way, ladies and gentlemen. - What have we done?

- Just follow him, please. - Sh! Keep it down.

Fascists, all of you.

- Tom. - Ridiculous. Fascists.

What are you doing?

Come on, ladies. Make yourselves at home.

What are we supposed to have done?

INMATES SINGING

At Scarborough we had loads of cells.

You should have more than two. - Oh, don't be silly.

We can get another in there.

I don't know, there's just something about it

that doesn't ring true.

They smash the place up, disappear for a while. Then come home again.

What does Craddock think?

His sympathy for Lawson is clouding his judgment. He's sure it's them.

Who do you think it might be?

Lawson.

He wants them out of the way so he can get his cottages back.

If that's the case, he'll be turning up there again. Quite soon.

- Where are you two going? - We've got to sort something out.

But we've got that rabble to process.

Well, Tom will help you. Won't you, Tom?

Thanks for putting this our way, Mr Lawson.

- You can keep your mouth shut? - Of course we can. Can't we, lads?

So you want the windowpanes replacing?

What about the floorboards? How badly damaged were they?

They won't take a minute.

Don't forget to change the locks first.

of their own medicine.

I'm afraid we can't let you do that, Mr Lawson.

I didn't wreck the cottages.

I was just there to put right the damage they'd caused.

I wasn't aware the locks had been damaged.

Yet you went to change them.

You're not suggesting that PC Bradley and PC Bellamy are lying?

Because if so, I think I know who a judge is likely to side with.

All right, you win.

So do the squatters by the looks of things.

You disappoint me, Mr Lawson.

A man in your position deliberately committing a criminal act.

I know. I was just desperate, that's all.

I understand your predicament, but there are procedures.

Are you going to charge me or what?

I don't think that will be necessary.

After all, you were damaging your own property.

So I'll let you off with a caution this time.

And this time only.

Your blood pressure's higher than it should be.

It's not enough to worry about.

Make sure you get enough rest. - Some hope.

Get your boyfriend to do some of this planting.

He needs to concentrate on his work.

He needs to concentrate on you and the baby as well.

Looking forward to being a dad, is he?

He doesn't talk about it much.

Still, men are like that, aren't they?

So which shop are we taking them to, Mr Vernon?

First rule of business, David, is to cut out the middle man.

Why let the shops have all the profit?

We'll sell them ourselves.

That's twice as much as Mr Steve was asking.

You don't understand finance, do you, David?

Steve told us what he wanted

and that's what he'll get, fair and square.

The rest is profit for me.

To cover business expenses and suchlike.

- What expenses? - There's petrol money for a start.

Well, I paid for that.

- All right. My time and effort. - What about mine?

All right. Our time and effort plus...

our electricity bill.

Oh, yes.

- Bye. - Bye. And remember what I said.

Hello.

Do you fancy showing me the highlights of Ashfordly sometime?

It would be nice to get to know the place.

Alf is your best bet. He's lived here much longer than I have.

I prefer something a little more decorative to look at over dinner.

And erm... I prefer something a little older.

But thanks anyway.

I thought you were going to do some of the planting today.

You'll be happy enough to eat what I grow though, won't you?

Where's Steve?

- Hiya. - Oh, hiya, Tom.

I was wondering. I don't suppose you fancy showing me

the highlights of Ashfordly?

It would be nice to get to know the place.

That will take all of ten minutes.

- Is that a yes or a no? - What? You seriously want me

to give you a guided tour?

Not exactly, no.

I was thinking more of a meal.

Go on, then. I can't remember the last time I went out for dinner.

But it is just dinner, OK? - Yeah. OK.

How much is it?

Ten and six pence, please.

I'll get your change.

Mr Vernon, can you lend us a hand?

Two of those. Can you be careful with that?

DAVID: How much?

Can I help you?

Yeah. You can stop selling on our pitch.

I wasn't aware that anybody owned this particular square of pavement.

No, but we own the craft shops here and you're taking our customers.

Surely you can sympathise with a fellow entrepreneur?

Whoops.

On second thoughts, perhaps we could come to some arrangement?

How could you? I'm carrying your child.

Doesn't that mean anything to you? - You chose to have it, not me.

- But I love you. - That doesn't mean you own me.

I can do what I want, I don't get heavy with you.

No, because I don't do things like that.

Stop hassling me, will you?!

Guess what? I asked Gina Ward out on a date.

And she said yes.

- Well, she must be desperate. - You're cheesed off

because you didn't think of it.

Why don't you get on with your paperwork?

Catch up on the time you lost.

I've just had a call from Lawson, he's got his possession order.

He and the bailiff are going over there now.

We ought to have a police presence, in case things turn nasty.

Come on, Phil.

By the way, Ventress.

I think you'll find that down is "graft".

An unfamiliar concept to you, evidently.

VERNON: Blooming shopkeepers.

You'd think they'd be in favour of free enterprise.

DAVID: Well, at least they bought the pots.

Yeah, but I had to reduce my prices.

Still, that's three outlets we've got.

And if they sell well, they'll want more.

And then we'll get more outlets.

Do you know, David,

it's not such a bad old world after all.

Hey, everyone. Listen up.

John spotted Lawson on his way here

and he might have a bailiff with him.

Right, let's get everyone together. We all know what to do.

Yes?

Can I speak to Steven Tranter and Amy Watkins?

They don't live here any more. They're next door.

And you are?

Laura Maidstone. And you live at number three?

No, I live here now.

HE SIGHS

HIPPIES CHEER

STEVE: See you later.

What are you doing? Why didn't you serve the summons?

It has to be served on the named occupant at that address.

They don't live at those addresses.

Can't you see what they've done? They must have swapped houses!

Calm down, sir.

You'll have to apply for possession orders with new addresses on.

And have them swap houses again? The whole thing's a farce.

Better luck next time.

- You won't get away with this! - MIKE: This won't do you any good.

- I'll have you yet. - Come on.

BANGING

Steve.

Steve!

I think someone's broken in.

- Don't be stupid. - I heard 'em.

Go and check.

Please.

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

HE SCREAMS

Get out of here!

Is everyone all right?

AMY SCREAMS

Get a doctor. Quick.

- Is the baby gonna be all right? - We'll get you to hospital.

They can take a look at you. It may be a placenta previa.

Radio through to let them know.

There were three. But it was dark and they were wearing balaclavas.

We managed to pull one of them off.

I started flashing my camera at them to scare them.

So you may have a photo of the man's face?

It was all a bit rushed. I doubt it.

More likely to be feet the way I was waving it around.

- If we could have the film anyway. - Sure.

Have any of you touched this spanner?

- No. - We should be able to get prints.

Though probably not the main perpetrators.

- Meaning? - Lawson wasn't happy

that the squatters fooled him.

In fact, he was quite threatening.

I see.

We should have charged him when we had a chance. Eh, sarge?

What have I got to say? You dragged me out in the middle of the night,

- scare my family to death. - I'm sorry to inconvenience you.

Steven Tranter and Amy Watkins felt the same when they were disturbed.

And more scared. She might lose the baby.

And I'm sorry to hear that, but it's got nothing to do with me.

You made verbal threats.

I wasn't going to do anything. I was angry, that's all.

Like you were when you ripped up the floorboards?

No.

It won't take us long to track down your hired help.

And they'll point the finger straight at you.

You'd better track them down then, hadn't you?

But until you do, you've got no right to hold me here.

So if you don't mind, I'd like to go home and get some sleep.

MIKE: No, nothing.

The bloke without a balaclava on has got his hand over his face.

We won't be able to pin anything on Lawson

until we find these thugs.

What about those blokes we saw him with at the cottages?

Bob Hardcastle and his mates.

He caused trouble at the bring-and-buy.

He really laid into those squatters.

We'd better find this Hardcastle.

At lunch time he'll be at the Aidensfield Arms.

Take Phil with you and see what he was up to last night.

What about me?

Someone's got to stay on the duty desk.

- It's not fair. - But they know Hardcastle

and we need to tread carefully on this one.

And not act like a bull in a china shop.

Hey, listen.

Your time will come.

- Thanks, anyway. - I'm sorry they weren't more use.

It can't be helped.

- Are they leaving? - Yeah. They're off tomorrow.

I might move on myself, actually.

The heart's kind of gone out of it.

It sours things, something like that.

Yeah, I suppose it does.

I hope you manage to get Lawson.

People like that shouldn't be allowed to get away with it.

Yeah.

- Been in a fight, have you? - No, I fell over.

I had too much to drink last night. - Drinking last night an' all.

You must be flush. - Mr Lawson paid me, didn't he?

When he took me on for the work for the cottages.

Lawson doesn't strike me as the sort of bloke

that would pay for a job that didn't get done.

If it was a job that did get done...

Oh, aye. Then he'd be very generous.

Did you hear what happened at the cottages last night?

- Yeah. - They say the lad's in a bad way.

Critical.

We could be after them for m*rder instead of GBH.

Yeah. Well, I mean...

That wouldn't be fair, though, would it?

It should be the one that hit him. - That's right.

But we've only got one suspect.

And if his fingerprints turn out to be the ones

we found on the spanner...

Maybe we'd better carry on this chat

down at the station.

They said you've got to rest and that means bed rest.

How can I? There's so much to do.

Let the others do it for a change.

I'll give them strict instructions to make sure you're looked after.

- You're sure the baby's all right? - It's fine.

You were lucky this time.

So was your boyfriend, to get away with concussion after that blow.

- You must be dead relieved. - He only brought it on himself.

I was never happy about squatting in the first place,

but we had nowhere else to go.

Still... Maybe this has taught him a lesson.

VERNON: You see, Mr Farrell,

the clay has to be exactly the right texture.

And to ensure that I add crushed eggshells.

It works every time.

They're selling well. I'll double my order.

- Excellent. - Mr Vernon.

- Not now, David. - There's a sign in the window...

David, just wait outside.

Thank you, lad.

We were told to break into their cottage.

Smash things up a bit. You know, put the wind up them.

But you did more than that, Mr Hardcastle.

It wasn't our fault. That lad came downstairS...

- Steve Tranter. - Aye.

And he threw himself at us. I mean, it was self-defence in a way.

In Tranter's case, maybe.

Carry on.

Then a load more of them came bursting in

and they set about us like animals.

I thought hippies were supposed to believe in peace.

So you decided to give as good as you got?

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me!

It were Joe. One of the other blokes.

He was the one that hit him. - These instructions.

Who gave them to you exactly? - I don't know.

It was all done over the phone, anonymous like.

quid in the ginnel behind the post office.

And quid on completion.

Not that any of us saw owt of that.

My heart bleeds for you. You should contact your union.

And you didn't even recognise this person's voice?

- No. - We've a fair idea who it is.

You're doing yourself no favours by trying to protect him.

Well, whatever ideas you've got, you're barking up the wrong tree.

It weren't a man's voice.

It were a woman's.

- Thanks. - So? Were we right?

You were. We've got all the names and addresses of the others.

Sarge wants us to bring them in for questioning.

- What about Lawson? - Well, it seems he's off the hook.

- You're joking! - Apparently whoever's behind this

is female. Didn't give a name and they've never met,

so it's a bit of a dead end.

Come on, Phil, let's bring these others in, eh?

- How come they always... - I don't want to hear.

Afternoon. Steve around?

Haven't you heard? He got beaten up, he's in hospital.

That's terrible. Did he say anything about a load of pots?

No. Sorry.

Everything happens to me!

SITAR MUSIC

All right?

Mmm. Lovely.

One of my favourite foods, curry. I could live on it.

Really?

Has anyone ever told you you look just like Lulu?

- No. - It's true.

You've got gorgeous eyes.

I was glad to hear those men have been arrested.

I can't believe Bob was one of them.

I tipped them off. They get to do the exciting bit,

while I'm left on the duty desk. - It's the result that counts.

Anyway, they're lucky he just had concussion. He should be out soon.

- His girlfriend will be pleased. - That's what I thought.

- How do you mean? - Nothing.

I think they must have had a bit of a fallout, that's all.

Oh, yeah?

Excuse me. Can I have another glass of water, please?

So...what do you fancy doing after this, then?

Go home to bed.

It's been a long day.

Well, one can't book the muse just to order, you know.

One has to...

One has to wait for her call, so to speak.

No, I'm not saying there's a problem.

I can probably manage it by the end of the week.

Right. Bye.

That was Mr Farrell.

Some people have no respect for the arts.

They think you can just churn it out to order, just like that.

Oh, heck.

What are we going to do?

Well, you could tell him the er...

truth.

That's no good.

We're going to have to be a lot more resourceful than that.

When I think of that potter's wheel sitting there doing nothing, it...

What?

Do you know, David, I've always admired your spirit of adventure.

Your willingness to try new things.

Go and get dressed. The muse calls.

Why ask me all these questions?

To get to the truth, Miss Watkins.

Did you and your boyfriend row on the day of the break-in?

- Yeah. - What about?

It's none of your business.

I caught him in bed with Laura Maidstone, if you must know.

- So you got your own back? - What are you getting at?

- You rang Bob Hardcastle. - Of course I didn't.

- You asked him to break in here. - Will you go now, please?

It was Steve you wanted revenge on.

What did you do? Pretend you were scared?

- Ask him to check who was there? - No!

- I mean I asked him to. - Knowing he'd be beaten up.

- That's not true. - What you didn't reckon on,

was us catching the blokes you hired.

What on earth do you think you're doing?

You go over there and interrogate...

- I was just... - Interrogate a woman

who is not a suspect, who is heavily pregnant

and has just come out of hospital.

From now on, you do not set foot outside here without consulting me.

- I was just... - Is that understood?

Yes, sarge.

I was just following a lead.

I thought that's what police work was all about.

You should have talked to us first.

Oh, yeah? Then watch while you lot grab all the glory?

- There's not much glory to grab. - How do you know?

Because the woman we're looking for has a southern accent.

Not a local one.

Come on, David. It can't be that difficult.

What are you doing?

Oh. I said pots.

VERNON GROANS

Not bad, David.

Come on, David.

- Can you help me? - What?

- My waters have broken. - David.

Quick, get to the phone box. Phone the doctor, quick.

AMY MOANS

- I think the baby's coming. Ohhh. - Oh, no. Not now.

Not now, it can't.

Doctor Summerbee. It's David.

There isn't going to be time to get you to hospital.

You'll have to give birth here. Are you OK with that?

Right. Well, I'll leave you to it, then.

No, you don't. I need you here. Get me warm water, towels and soap.

- Am I disturbing you? - No. Come in, Oscar.

I'm making lunch. Fancy a sandwich?

Oh, yes. And a coffee.

Listen. I want you to listen to this.

A group of homeless people who took over some derelict cottages

on the north York moors are shown here being set upon by thugs

wielding iron bars.

It certainly provided a talking point in the pub this morning.

This is one of Laura's photos.

She's probably sent it to the press to publicise their cause.

Hmm.

Maybe.

BABY CRIES

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hello. Hello, it's David.

Is Miss Amy all right?

I'm fine. Come up, David.

What are you going to call him?

I was thinking of Vernon, actually.

Oh.

- Except he's a girl. - TRICIA: You might have noticed.

If you hadn't had your eyes screwed shut.

Hello. Can I speak to the editor, please?

Thank you.

Steve. Good to see you.

I've got an order for lots more of your pots.

When can you get started on them?

Sorry, I'm not interested. I've had it with the rural scene.

- I'm going back to London. - But you can't.

Not now they're beginning to sell.

Oh, there's some more news.

Miss Amy's had a little girl.

- Haven't you heard? - Yeah.

How are they?

Why don't you go up and see for yourself?

Or is that too much to ask?

- Is Laura here? - No. She left this morning.

- Any idea where she's headed? - she got a lift to the station.

Well, aren't you going to say something?

She's...

Very nice.

Listen. I'm er... going to go back to London.

When you're up to it, you and the baby can join me.

If you want.

I would have once.

I'd have followed you anywhere.

But you know what?

I couldn't care less about you now.

It feels great.

It's like, only realising you're ill once you've got better.

I'm staying here.

I'll bring the baby up on my own.

If you're sure that's what you want.

Just go.

Christine.

It's Christine Collins, isn't it? The journalist.

- Mr Walters. - What can I do for you?

Well, it's this pot.

Aye, lad. I can see it's a pot.

Well, this is one of Mr Steve's pots.

Mr Vernon wants me to find more pots like Mr Steve's pots,

but aren't.

Because I can't, you know, make pots.

- I mean, not like Mr Steve can. - Well, David.

You could just be in luck.

You were just posing as a squatter, weren't you?

- There's no law against that. - No. But hiring thugs

to get photos to get a front-page spread is incitement.

If you could prove it, maybe.

The trouble is a voice over the telephone

isn't much to go on, is it?

People have been hurt

and someone's facing charges of actual bodily harm.

It's not my fault if one of the yokels got a bit carried away.

Was there anything else?

Yes, there's a message from your editor.

He's looking forward to seeing you.

I don't think he was too pleased that you engineered the story.

Breaching journalistic ethics.

I think you'll be looking for a new job when you get home, don't you?

We'll have them with you this afternoon, I promise.

Right. Bye.

It's all your fault.

"One pot's like another", indeed.

We've scoured the whole of the area and what have we found?

These.

I hope they're better than your last effort.

Oh, not bad. - I got them from the sale room.

- How much? - Sixpence each.

- Are they all right, then? - They're just the ticket, David.

It shows you can't believe everything you read in the papers.

I don't think all journalists are as bad as that.

Let's hope she does get the sack.

- It's Amy that worries me, though. - Why?

- The baby and her are all right? - Yeah,

but what's going to happen once Lawson gets his possession order?

Where's she going to go?

Talk of the devil.

- A whisky please, Oscar. - And your own.

Thanks. I'll have a small one with you.

You look more cheerful than I last saw you.

Has it anything to do with little birdies having flown the nest?

It might be. I don't know who was behind that break-in,

but whoever it was has done me a favour.

The squatters did you a favour.

Those cottages look better than they have done for ages.

Point taken. I did let them hang about far too long.

Still, I'm about to remedy that.

Providing the council

smiles on my application to turn them into holiday homes.

I thought there might be a reason behind this.

You're not trying to bribe me, are you?

Not in front of a police officer?

Of course not.

Although I might be able to put a word in for you.

In return for a small favour.

And what might that be?

Wouldn't it be nice if one of the cottages went to a local?

And I'm sure you wouldn't want to be responsible

for turning a mother and her baby out into the streets.

All right. I'll get her a rent book.

Maybe it was no bad thing that Steve left.

That's % clear profit.

Oi! What do you think you're playing at?

I'm sorry?