11x22 - Class Act

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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: 'Gasoline Alley Bred' by The Hollies

♪ Woman, get your head out of curlers

♪ Time to get your butt outta bed

♪ Get down your hats and your baggage, my child

♪ Goin' back home, gettin' back to the homestead... ♪

Try and get rid of him.

Right. Well, that's me done.

PHONE RINGS

In that case you can pick that up.

Sorry, Alf. I'm meeting Jenny for a drink tonight.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Oh?

Right, Headmistress.

We'll have someone along shortly.

They want a drunk ejected from the girls' school.

It won't take you long. I'll ring the pub

and let Jenny know. - You what?

- Who's finished his paperwork? - Who answered the call?

Who's nearest the door?

♪ Gasoline Alley Bred

♪ Gasoline Alley Bred... ♪

Well, Mrs Peters.

I try not to burden my pupils with great expectations,

but I can't make an exception with Josie.

Her essays and contributions in class this year

have been excellent.

Thank you, Mr Gifford. I'm grateful.

Not at all. She's a pleasure to teach.

I'm sure she's going to sail through her Oxford entrance exam.

Yes.

That is what she wants, isn't it?

Oh, yes. It's just that her father doesn't know yet

where this exam might be leading.

Well, have you not told him?

No. He were dead set against her staying on to the sixth form,

let alone university.

Oh, yeah. I remember.

He says we can't afford for her to go on the field trip

you've got planned.

Oh...

Oh, that's a shame.

He said he were coming here to tell you.

He must have got held up.

I've got every right to be here. I'm a parent.

A drunk parent. Get off home, Len, before I book you.

You're just like them teachers - looking down your nose.

I'll be making a complaint to your gaffer!

GENERAL CHATTER

Er...ladies and gentlemen I'd just like to say

how Ernie would have appreciated you all

being here today to see him off.

As you know, Ernie was an all-round entertainer - magic, conjuring,

fire-eating - you name it, he did it.

And his last wish was for today to be full of fun and games.

And we've done our best.

So let's raise our glasses to the memory

of the one and only Ernie.

ALL: Ernie!

Hey!

Snuffling's not allowed.

I can't help it, Mr Vernon. He was very good to me.

Aye, lad, and we were very good to him,

taxiing him about, not charging him waiting time.

Yeah. At least we got to see his shows.

I heard those jokes time after time, and I still laugh at 'em.

Well, try and remember one now. Cheer up.

GINA: There you go.

So a round of cheese, a round of ham and a piece of Madeira.

Thanks.

I don't know why you don't make your own lunch.

Save a bob or two. - I need some excuse to go out.

Ta.

David. Can I have a word?

Ernie was very fond of you, David.

I was right fond of him, Mr Blaketon.

Yeah, he knew that. That's why he's left you something.

He's left something for me?

I'm the executor of his will

and most of his effects will go to his family.

But there are a few items that he wanted you to have.

Including something,

or should I say someone,

very close to his heart.

It's Enoch.

WOMAN: How can you look yourself in the face?

MAN: Doreen, belt up!

You're at rock bottom and you're still digging.

- I'll take no lectures from you. - I'm saying no more.

I'm not having that from anybody.

You let Josie down, me down, and yourself.

I thought you were saying nowt.

She shouldn't be at school.

She's almost and we've not had a penny piece out of her.

I'm going to work.

Josie? I'm off now, love.

Ta-ra.

♪ Something is happening to me

♪ And I only hope the same thing is happening to you

♪ Something is happening Exciting, bewildering

♪ You must know why-yi-yi

♪ Something is happening I can't think of anything... ♪

Did you have to bring that to the table?

His name's Enoch.

I don't care. He's put me off my breakfast.

Well, I like him. I mean, he's company.

Right, then. I'll go and you can have a real good natter.

You know, I think he's a bit jealous.

Spot on. Thanks, Harry. See you again.

Now, sir, can I help?

Hello. I'd like to speak to Mr Peters.

Len Peters. - He's on dinner break.

You'll find him in the King's Head. - Ah... Right. Ta.

Er...Mr Peters?

Yeah?

Roger Gifford. Josie's geography teacher.

- Oh, aye? - Yeah. Erm...

Your wife told me that Josie couldn't go on the field trip.

Aye.

So what? It's nowt but a holiday by t'seaside.

It's a little bit more than that.

Erm...but the thing is, if erm... if money is a problem,

I might be able to help. - You what?

The school runs an assistance fund.

Erm...it's completely confidential.

Are you offering me charity?

No, it's not charity. It's a fund that in special cases makes grants.

Now listen, Mr Teacher,

everybody in this pub knows I'll stand my round.

I don't need charity and neither does Josie.

If she wants to go on this arty-farty trip,

she's just got to ask and the money's there!

- Afternoon. - Afternoon.

Oh, don't worry about Enoch. He'll be no trouble.

Will you, Enoch?

No.

: , lads.

OK, I'm done.

You never said what that teacher wanted.

I'll tell you tomorrow.

See you, Ralph.

Cheerio!

MUSIC: 'I'm Gonna Get There Somehow' by Val Doonican

♪ I could be there in a minute If I had an aeroplane

♪ There'd be just nothin' in it If I hadn't missed the train

♪ I asked a bus conductor

♪ He said, "Go which way you like"

♪ There's a , , B

♪ But they've all come out on strike... ♪

You'll need these.

- I've no room. - Of course you have.

Listen, you'll be glad of these when you get to Whitby.

Could be freezing.

- Ta-ra, then. - Yeah.

KNOCK ON DOOR

- Mrs Peters? - Yes.

PC Bradley, Aidensfield Police. Is Mr Peters in?

Go on, love. Have a good time.

- Ta-ra. - Ta-ra.

- Mr Peters? - Yeah.

- I'd like to ask some questions. - You'll have to wait.

- I'm going to work. - You won't be needed today.

You what?

Mr Peel was att*cked last night.

He spent the night in hospital.

His wife has closed the shop for the day.

- DOREEN: att*cked? - Yes.

- Is he all right? - We don't know.

We haven't spoken to him yet, but the motive was robbery.

It's not very grand, I'm afraid.

If you'd carried on up the road a few miles

there's a hotel in Ashfordly.

This will do nicely, thanks.

I've had my fill of fancy hotels.

I prefer something a bit more personal.

Besides, it makes good business sense.

Oh? What business is that?

Well, I buy land and property for a trust fund.

Gossip can be quite useful in my line.

Best place for that is the village local.

There you go.

Thanks.

- Where did you get it, Len? - What?

The money. You said you were skint.

You think I'd clobber Ralph Peel?

Rob him just to send her on a school trip?

- Then tell me how you got it. - I don't have to tell you owt!

DAVID: So, Enoch, what do you want for your breakfast?

Toast, or brown bread and butter?

DAVID AS ENOCH: Toast.

PHONE RINGS

Scripps Taxi Service. Proprietor speaking.

Oh?

Oh, I see.

Well, I'll certainly have a word with him.

Please accept my sincere apologies.

Another customer complaint about you and your oppo.

What's wrong with them? I'll tell you.

They're scared, David.

Taxi drivers are a talkative breed

but they don't usually include dummies in the conversation.

He's not hurting anybody.

I don't care. I'm not having you driving with him riding shotgun!

MUSIC: 'I'm Gonna Get There Somehow' by Val Doonican

♪ I could hop into a taxi But I haven't got the fare

♪ If I hitchhike on a lorry Well, it mightn't go past there

♪ No juice in my jalopy It's no good usin' that

♪ I could pedal on my pushbike But the tyres are too darn flat

♪ But I'm gonna get there somehow And I'm ringin' up to say

♪ That I'm gonna get there somehow I'm leavin' right away

♪ I could jump on my toboggan But there isn't any snow

♪ And when I try my roller skates The doggone things won't go

♪ I suppose I could start walkin' My shoes are worn right through

♪ My socks are full of great big holes... ♪

Hang on. You got your straps crossed.

Start again.

OK? - Thanks.

And...thanks for everything else.

It's my pleasure, Josie.

I got my rucksack stuck.

Course you did!

- Your wife says money was stolen. - Yeah.

A sizeable sum for a day's takings.

We'd had a good day in the shop.

I'd also been paid by a restaurant we supply.

They pay monthly, and the bone man settled his account.

Bone man?

The fella who collects the waste for the knacker's yard.

I see. Would Len Peters know that you'd had a good day?

- Yeah. Course he'd know. - Anyone else?

Not that I can think of.

But if you think Len had anything to do with it,

you're barking up the wrong tree. - He knows your routine.

I know Len, Constable.

He can be a daft beggar and no better for t'drink he sups,

but he's a good worker and an honest one, I'll vouch for that.

Hiya, Vernon.

What can I get you? - Scotch please, Gina.

- No David tonight? - No.

You don't sound too bothered.

Well, he comes as a twosome these days - him and that dummy.

Oh, don't be like that. It's a little friend for him.

Not when I can't sleep, for them nattering away in the next room.

"Did you have a nice day, Enoch?"

"Yes, thank you, Mr David. I like being in the taxi."

It's driving me bonkers. - When Ernie left David that dummy

it wasn't a playmate he left him, it was a career.

Now don't go putting ideas in his head.

Oscar's got some more bits and pieces for him.

- Like what? - They're in a box at the back.

Bury them, will you?

A dying man's last wish? I can't do that.

Ralph Peel's a really tough bloke. Must have hit him hard.

They're keeping him in for another night at least.

What do you know about Len Peters?

Same as everybody else. He's a drinker. Gets silly with it.

His wife Doreen is a friend of Gina's.

She does cleaning jobs in the village,

to make up what he spends on booze.

Gina said he'd spent the money saved up

for his daughter's school trip. - Oh, yeah?

Gina said she would lend her the money,

but she didn't know how to pay it back.

But apparently the daughter has already gone on the trip. So er...

pennies must have fallen from heaven.

Can I get you a drink, Mr Robinson?

I'll have a brandy, please. And the er...name's Alex.

Could you put it on the bill?

Yeah, course.

I was thinking about what you said earlier - about property and land.

Well, there's this surveyor who comes in every night

before last orders. You should talk to him.

Oh, I don't think so, thanks.

I thought he might be in your line of work?

Exactly. You see, I don't want anybody in the business

to know why I'm here.

Competition tends to raise prices.

- I get you. Oh, here he is now. - Remember, mum's the word.

Of course.

Hello. - Evening.

The usual?

In winter this coast takes a pounding

off the north-easterly gales. The waves are refracted

and their energy concentrated

on the headlands at either end of the bay.

Horizontal beds of shale, sandstone...

What are you doing, Lyn?

Just being polite, sir. I think they waved at me.

Well, let's try and concentrate on the other sort of wave action.

Yes, Mr Gifford.

Now, the beach itself changes each season.

Describe how. Erm...

Kath?

Er...Hilary?

Josie?

Erm...downcombing due to plunging waves in winter,

and rebuilding by spilling waves in summer.

Everyone got that?

Good. OK, follow me.

You're getting close enough to see his nose hairs.

He hasn't got any nose hairs.

Ah, love is blind.

Go on. It's only going to take a minute.

Go on, then.

Well, it's just like, you know, if you can er...

if you can see my lips move.

Right. Hello, and er...what's your name?

Enoch.

Enoch?

Yes.

That's a nice name.

Yes.

Did...did Ernie Dobson give you that name?

Yes.

So, erm...how old are you, Enoch?

.

?!

Yeah. Why?

There's hardly a wrinkle on him.

Well, I could make him , but I'd need more practice.

Just leave it as it is, David.

Give him a pension book and retire him to the outside privy.

Well, I... I haven't finished yet.

C-c-could you see my lips move?

MUSIC: 'Living Doll' by Cliff Richard

♪ ..crying, talking, sleeping, walking, living doll

♪ Got to do my best to please her

♪ Just cos she's a living doll...

Don't worry. I can guess.

♪ ..and that is why she satisfies my soul... ♪

Hey, Josie. Look who's here.

It was a very serious incident, Mr Gifford.

I can see that, or you wouldn't have come out here.

I'm just not sure how I can help.

I understand Josie Peters wasn't expected to come on the trip.

There were a doubt, yeah.

Can you tell me why?

- I'd prefer you to ask Mrs Peters. - I see.

Is Josie here? - Yeah, she is, but...

do we really have to disturb her?

Well...

You know, very few of our pupils go on to Oxbridge.

Fewer still - next to none from Josie's background.

This is an important break before she sits her Oxford entrance exam.

So, can you not just leave it? At least till we get back home?

If you told me what I need to know.

Mrs Peters told me Josie couldn't come because of a lack of money.

I went to Mr Peters

and offered him money from the school assistance fund.

And that's what enabled her to come?

- No. - No?

No. He were...he were offended.

Said he didn't need charity. Said if Josie wanted to come...

he'd find the money.

Mr Gifford offered you assistance.

I don't want charity. What I spend I earn. I told him.

And everyone else in the bar.

I'll ask you again, Mr Peters. Where did the cash come from?

- I had a horse come in. - A horse?

MIKE: Have you got the slip?

The bookie's name? - No.

- MERTON: Why not? - He isn't licensed.

- Convenient. - It's the truth.

He had the motive, the opportunity and the knowledge.

But that's not enough to keep him here. Let him go.

Tell him to stay where we can find him.

Sarge.

GIRLS: ♪ I said why don't one of you come up and sit beside me?

♪ And this is what the seven girls said

♪ All together now, one, two, three

♪ Keep your mind on the driving

♪ Keep your hands on the wheel

♪ And keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead

♪ We're having fun, sitting in the back seat

♪ Kissing and a-hugging with Fred

♪ Do-doody-dum-dum, do-doody-dum-dum

♪ Do-doody-dum-dum-dum... ♪

Are you not going with Lyn?

No. She's staying in Ashfordly tonight.

Well, if you don't mind waiting while I park this,

I can give you a lift. - Oh, thanks.

I'm usually a buyer of land, Mr Robinson, not a seller.

So I understand.

But erm...sometimes people sell to make better purchases

and so improve the quality of their portfolio.

True. But if I'm not interested in low-yield acres,

why should you be?

Well, yield is a relative matter.

The trust fund's money is earning precious little in the bank.

I see. Well, tell me more.

MUSIC: 'Bet Yer Life I Do' by Herman's Hermits

♪ Bet your life I do

♪ Bet your life I do love you Yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Love me too

♪ Everything I do just for you Yeah, yeah

♪ You know I do

♪ Bet your life Wanna share my life with you

♪ I do, I do

♪ Everything is good and getting better... ♪

Ferdie? Ferdie, it's Charles. I've just had a visit from a man

who might be able to help your present financial embarrassment.

He's looking to buy land. Between you and me, I don't think

he knows the difference between a dog and a duck.

HE LAUGHS

- Hello, Josie. Take a seat. - Thanks.

So what's the problem?

It's not a problem exactly.

I'd like to go on the pill.

CHOPPING

- Afternoon, gentlemen. - Afternoon, Mr Peel.

How are you feeling? - Not too bad now, thanks.

Always had a thick head, my wife says.

Well, anyway, it looks like we've got the man who robbed you.

- Oh? - Yeah.

Division reported that similar things happened

to other butchers outside our patch.

It seems the common link was the bone man.

- Harry Sims? - No, his mate.

He knew when his boss settled his accounts.

Len?!

They've got the bloke that walloped me - Harry's bin man.

We thought we'd pop in and tell you.

Thanks. Much appreciated.

Look who it is.

Your car gone without you, sir?

No, it's in for repair, Lyn. You all set for the exam?

- I hope so. - You'll be fine - both of you.

And if I don't see you tomorrow morning, good luck.

- She could've been his sister. - Don't be stupid.

- I'm trying to cheer you up. - Well, don't.

Just hang on a sec.

Mr Robinson.

It's Lord Ashfordly on the phone for you.

Oh. Thanks very much.

Mr Robinson? Apropos our earlier conversation.

I've been speaking to some acquaintances

about your interest in buying land hereabouts.

The thing is, I'm having a drinks party

and wondered if you'd like to come along and meet some of them.

Yes. I'd be delighted. Thank you.

: . That's fine.

Erm...Lord Ashfordly, would it be in order

for me to erm...bring a partner?

DOOR OPENS

Ah, yes. I was going to tell you about that.

- You hid it, didn't you? - No, no.

I mean, did you know this was in it?

What?

It's a list of his bookings.

Do you think people are expecting him to turn up?

Oh, no, David.

That's a magic trick too far - even for Ernie.

No, I mean...

No, I'm sure his wife will have told everyone.

Yeah, well, I hope so.

He hated letting people down.

- There you go. - Thanks.

So was it good news, then, on the phone?

Could be.

Er...when's your night off, Gina? - Why?

I'd like to ask you out.

It was only a packet of fags. Don't go overboard.

Lord Ashfordly's invited me to a drinks party.

And erm... Well, I'd like you to come with me.

- Me? You're kidding, aren't you? - Why would I be kidding?

You'll be with all the toffs there and I'm the local publican.

- So? - I'd feel like

a fish out of water. - Nonsense.

- I'm really flattered, but... - I'm the one who'd be flattered.

Please, just say you'll think about it.

All right. No promises, though.

No promises.

Oh, hi, Mr Sinclair. The usual, is it?

Please, Gina.

MR ROBINSON: I'll see you in the morning, Gina.

Think about what I said.

All right.

You've no time for reading, Len. It's five to.

Don't forget to wish her luck.

Right, I'm off. - See you, Mum.

Good luck, love. You can only do your best, remember?

What's up with you?

JOSIE RETCHES

You all right, Josie? Better when you get there, eh?

JOSIE RETCHES

I've got to go.

Best of luck.

Oh, hello?

Yes, I'm Ernie Dobson's taxi driver.

I mean, I was. He's... Because he's...

Oh, you know.

Oh, right. Yeah. Well, I've got Ernie's diary in front of me

and I was just checking...

You have got a replacement, haven't you?

Oh, right.

Yeah, they will be disappointed.

Oh, well, yeah, now you mention it.

We might have an idea.

You may begin.

- So what do you think I should do? - Don't ask me, Gina.

These days royalty mixes with peasants

and pop singers get the MBE.

Yeah, in swinging London,

but nothing's changed at Ashfordly Hall in centuries.

Good-lookers like you, Gina, would be welcome anywhere

at any time, whatever.

So you'd go?

Yeah, why not? Go and enjoy yourself.

I don't understand it either.

She normally travels to school with Lyn. Have you asked her?

Yeah. I'll let you know the minute we find her.

Thank you.

There's no sign of her.

She's changed out of her uniform and gone.

No message, nothing. - All the rows and expense

and she hasn't shown up? - What did you say to her?

You must have said something! - Just "good luck".

Then I left her chucking up in the toilet.

- She was sick? - Nerves, I reckon.

- She doesn't get exam nerves. - It's probably looking at my face.

I'm going to the police.

You'd best go look for her, Len.

Take the van. - No, I'll go when I'm done.

It's half-day closing anyway.

- When did she go missing? - This morning.

Well, it sounds like a case of exam nerves.

Tell Mrs Peters to come back if she's not home by tonight.

I realise it's too soon to be serious, sarge,

but since we put Len Peters through it over the robbery,

I thought perhaps we owed the family

a little extra consideration.

If you want to play "bobby next door", go ahead.

But don't involve anyone else in the station

until the situation warrants it. - Sarge.

RAGTIME PIANO PLAYS

Hello.

I'm David.

And I am here...standing in... for Ernie Dobson who suddenly...

couldn't make it today.

So me... and another one of his friends

are here to entertain you.

♪ Oh, little miss sorrow Child of tomorrow

♪ Won't you follow me?

♪ Oh, little miss sorrow Child of tomorrow

♪ Won't you follow me? ♪

So er...w-what's your name again?

Enoch.

Oh, Enoch.

Well, th-that's a nice name, isn't it?

Yes.

Did Ernie Dobson give you that name?

Yes.

So tell me, Enoch, how erm...old are you?

.

!

Oh, are you sure? You look more like .

Yes.

So I wonder...are there any other Enochs in the room?

No.

Well, I've enjoyed talking to you, Enoch.

Have you enjoyed talking to me?

Yes.

♪ Don't you cry, breathe a sigh

♪ Look and I'm just round your corner

♪ Wait and then count to ten

♪ Be my friend, I'll be yours, too

♪ Oh, little miss sorrow Child of tomorrow

♪ Won't you follow me?

♪ Oh, little miss sorrow Child of tomorrow

♪ Won't you follow me?

♪ Oh, little miss sorrow Child of tomorrow

♪ Won't you follow me? ♪

GINA: Don't look till I get down.

Now. - Wow!

- What do you think? - Wow!

- You don't think it's a bit... - No. You look fantastic.

I'll try the other one on.

Oh, Lyn. PC Bradley would like a word with you.

- Is it about Josie? - Yes.

- What's happened to her? - We're trying to find out.

You catch the bus together? - Yes, but not this morning.

- Was she worried about the exams? - She pretends to worry,

but everyone knows she'll sail through.

Could anything else be bothering her?

I don't think so.

She had been to see Dr Summerbee, but I don't know what for.

I thought she must be ill.

- Right, thanks, Lyn. - OK.

DOREEN: Hello?

What are you doing? - I'm reading about our daughter.

Her and that teacher you think so much of.

- What you on about? - "Dearest Roger..."

- What? - Gifford! Read it!

Read what he taught her on that school trip.

No wonder he was so keen for her to go.

- You're not making sense. - Read it, woman!

It's all there! He's had his way

with the stupid cow! - What?

Aye. She's writing about going on the pill.

But it's too late anyway, by the look of her this morning.

- What do you mean? - What do you think I mean?

I'm going to find him

and when I do, I'm going to k*ll him.

Josie?

Are you all right?

Well, that's good, but we've been worried. Where are you?

I'm in Whitby. I saw the picture.

'What picture? You left because you saw the picture?

Josie, I don't understand.'

Look, I'm by the pier. Just come if you care.

Josie? Josie?

- She's safe, Mr Peters. - You think so, do you?

She's in Whitby. I'm going to get her now.

- No, you've done enough. - I'm sorry?

Yeah, you'll be sorry. Sorry you ever touched her!

What?

DOREEN: Poor love.

Did you know anything of that sort was going on?

No. And I still don't.

What do you mean?

Josie and me, we're close.

She couldn't hide a thing like that.

She may be quick with her brains,

but her feelings are the same as any other teenage girl.

You don't believe what she's written?

No, but Len does, and when he left here, he were meaning to k*ll him.

Gifford's gone to collect her and Len Peters is after his blood.

I'm going to Whitby. Talk to Merton, I might need backup.

DAVID: You were good as well, Enoch.

Where do you think you've been?

- Why, what's up? - I'll tell you what's up.

I'm trying to run a taxi business with no car and no driver.

I'm sorry. But I...I had an engagement.

Appletree Retirement Home perchance?

Yeah. How did you know?

They phoned. They want to book you again.

Again?! Oh, flipping heck!

I wasn't sure how I'd gone down. I was so nervous to start with...

David, they want to book you again

because they fell asleep and missed it.

Oh, yeah. Well, one or two might have nodded off.

I told you not to get any big ideas.

Yeah, "Don't get any ideas."

Yeah. "You can drive the car, you can chop the wood,

you can feed the hens, but don't get any ideas."

Now, come on.

I mean, I never said I was brilliant.

I'm not going to be as good as Ernie, but at least I tried.

And when I go back

I'm going to go in the morning, when they've all just got up.

I've only got your best interests at heart, you know.

Yeah...and the taxi business.

Well, yes. That as well. We've got to eat.

Here...a fare to pick up in Ashfordly.

No...no, sorry. I...I can't do that.

Me and Enoch, we have another booking.

- You what? - Children's party.

Kids?

Oh, no, David.

Pensioners are one thing, but kids!

Kids will tear you limb from flaming limb!

MUSIC: 'To Sir With Love' by Lulu

♪ Those schoolgirl days

♪ Of telling tales

♪ And biting nails are gone

♪ But in my mind

♪ I know they will still

♪ Live on and on

♪ But how do you thank someone

♪ Who has taken you from crayons

♪ To perfume? ♪

Josie!

Go away!

♪ But I'll try

♪ If you wanted the sky

♪ I would write across the sky in letters...

Josie!

Josie! Josie!

Stop there, or I'll jump!

- Josie, no! - Stop there! Stop!

- I've stopped! Look, I've stopped! - Who told you I was here?

- Gifford. - You're lying.

- I'm not. - Liar!

Josie, I'm not lying.

- I know about you and him. - What do you know?

Everything. It doesn't matter.

- Nothing matters. - Stop there!

- I love him. - Of course you do.

What do you know? You're a stupid, ignorant man.

Josie, get off that railing, please.

- Oh, what do you care? - Of course I care!

Me and your mum, we love you, Josie.

Don't say that! I hate you!

- Josie, please. - Argh!

- Josie! - Wait there!

You've got to save her! I can't swim!

Josie! She can't swim! She's going to drown! Josie!

You've got to do something! They've fallen in! She can't swim!

- PHIL: Can you see them? - Yeah. They're down here.

She can't swim! She's going to drown! Quick! Josie!

Mike!

VERNON: It's not too late to cry off, you know.

We're not listening, are we?

Well, don't say I didn't warn you.

Well, just move the truck.

Oh...!

Where are my keys?

TRUCK REVS

Enoch! Stop!

Oh...!

Enoch!

What's up?

Flippin' heck!

Look what you've done!

Sorry, David. It was an accident.

I'm so sorry, Enoch.

I'm really sorry. I never looked after you properly.

You can probably get him mended.

- You never liked him. - I'll make it up to you.

How?

I'll think of something.

Anyway, it's not me you should be making it up to.

It's the children. I mean, Ernie wouldn't have let them down.

It can't be helped.

Oh, yes, it can.

He'd have jumped in himself if I hadn't stopped him.

- He can't swim. - So I hear.

I've made a real mess of things.

Well, you've certainly had a good go.

But I'm sure you can still go to university if you really want to.

- Sorry...are you talking? - MIKE: No. Come in. Sit down.

I've got calls to make.

- Are you cold? - No.

Thanks. - What for?

You know.

"Ignorant and stupid." You were right.

Sorry.

Your mother was tickled pink when we found we had a brainbox.

But it made me and you strangers.

- You never said anything. - I didn't know how.

I hated school.

To see you getting on, part of me was proud,

but mostly I was afraid you wouldn't want to know me.

Look, it's not true - what I wrote about Mr Gifford and me.

Yeah, I know that now.

Good grief! - What is it?

Something I forgot!

Constable! Constable!

Mr Gifford?

Come on, then. You all right? You all right, Mr Gifford?

Here, here, here. Put this on.

Mr Peel will make you a cup of tea, won't you? Eh?

Dear me. Enough to make you a vegetarian, in't it?

Come on...keep warm.

DAVID: We're here.

VERNON: I can hear.

CHILDREN SHOUT EXCITEDLY

Look at their little faces.

I told you we couldn't let them down.

Just keep the engine running, David.