12x06 - No Man's Land

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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: 'Morning Dew' by Jeff Beck

♪ Walk me out in the morning dew, my honey

♪ Please walk me out in the morning dew, sometime...

Now what?

♪ Can't walk you out in no morning dew...

- I don't believe it. - Oh...

♪ Can't walk you out in no morning dew

♪ Thought I heard a young man cryin'

♪ Thought I heard a young man cryin' today

♪ You didn't hear no young man cryin'... ♪

What k*lled it?

Well?

A bag.

A bag?

Somebody's picnic stuck down its throat.

I'll k*ll that Foxton before I'm done.

Don't talk stupid. Leave it to them who know the law.

Oh, yeah. The law.

I've been leaving it to the law and nowt gets done.

How much for the vet?

Just the call-out,

long as we pay the outstanding.

By when?

I weren't listening. No point.

Aren't you going to open those?

You open 'em.

VERNON: David, it's a split water hose.

I knew that needed fixing.

Then why didn't you say something?

I did!

But you just said, 'Do you think I'm made of money?'

I don't remember. Are you sure?

No, you might've said, 'Do you think I've money to burn?',

but either way, it didn't make sense,

because you never pay the repair bills.

STEAM HISSES

Yes, sir?

I want to speak with him in charge.

In connection with?

That's between me and him.

Well, Sergeant Merton might be busy, sir.

Mr Parnaby, can I help?

No. I came to you before. You did nothing.

No, I want to speak to the organ grinder,

not the monkey.

- What's up? - It's a split water hose.

Alf, could you run me down to Bernard's garage?

Mr Parnaby has a problem with the right of way.

There's no problem with the right of way,

because there is no right of way across my land.

And others think differently.

I've farmed my patch for eight years.

For six of those, I had no trouble.

- So what happened? - Foxton happened.

Mr Foxton publishes and sells guide books, sarge.

He takes walkers on organised rambles.

He took a parish boundary line off an old map

and showed it as a footpath in one of his guides.

I am now plagued...

with trespassers.

Ah, there's the rub, Mr Parnaby.

Trespassing is not a criminal offence.

Not criminal, when they set fires, open gates, leave mess around?

Do you have evidence of malicious damage?

Course I have. I've told you people time and again.

But Foxton's a businessman and I'm just a farmer.

Well, that makes no difference to us, Mr Parnaby.

Not much it doesn't.

Look, why not get a solicitor to prove your case?

Pay up, to prove something I already know? No, thanks.

Well, if you won't do owt, I'll do the job myself.

VERNON: I'm very grateful to you for this, Alf.

ALF: Oh, then you'll be showing your appreciation

by way of the police charity box.

Do you know, you took the words right out of my mouth.

I'll bet.

What's that supposed to mean?

You're not suggesting I'm tight with money, are you?

I've heard nothing to the contrary.

Why else would you be driving a clapped-out old truck?

- You what? - Why not put it out of its misery

and have done?

Alf, look out!

Aargh!

Are you all right, Vern?

Yeah.

Just bumped my head.

♪ That night Cutie called a cab

♪ Baby don't do it

♪ She left her East Side drum so drab

♪ Baby don't do it

♪ She went out on the town

♪ Knowing it would make her lover frown... ♪

There you go.

- Greetings, all. - Hiya, Guy.

- Oscar, are you well? - Just fine. What can I get you?

Thanks, but the lovely Gina knows my usual.

- Please yourself. - If only I could, Oscar.

- Stop teasing. - Well...

he's a grumpy old so-and-so.

Still, likes me really. Don't you, Oscar?

No. And no, we're not putting up another poster.

Hey. I decide what's what in this bar.

Yes, you tell him. Down, Oscar. Down!

What is it this time?

Oh, the usual.

A walk in the countryside under the guidance of yours truly.

Ending up here for a bangers and mash extravaganza.

Right. See.

This is business, not favours.

You should put your name down, Oscar.

Get rid of some of that tap room pallor you're developing.

I'd rather walk the dog, thanks.

You haven't got a dog!

Anybody's dog!

So, why don't you rustle up the bangers and mash

while Gina takes a ramble?

Now, that's a good idea.

You spend all day on your feet as it is.

- This is different, Oscar. - Oh, really? How, exactly?

Better company for a start.

Foxton.

I want a word with you. - Mr Parnaby. Nice to see you.

Outside.

I'm afraid I'm rather busy just now.

Why don't you give me a call tomorrow?

- Here's my card. - Stick your card.

Hey! If you want a quiet drink, fine.

If not, there's the door.

You keep off my land, Foxton.

Access to the land belongs to everybody.

- Not when I've paid for it! - Ownership means nothing.

There's no right to roam across my land!

That's just where you're wrong.

Buy my book and find out.

If you set foot on my land again,

I'll ram this down your throat!

Cool it and get out!

It used to be aristocrats who bullied us.

Now it's ranting no-hope sheep farmers.

Oh, shut up, Guy.

Well...

GINA: You're keeping quiet.

Well, there's nowt to say, is there?

It's handbags at dawn.

SMASHING GLASS

That's my...

Sounds like the main action is outside.

Let that be a warning to you, Foxton!

Complete maniac.

Couldn't happen to a nicer feller!

MUSIC: 'So What' by Johnny Kidd & The Pirates

♪ I never had a penny to my name... ♪

BERNARD: There you go. Want a brandy with this?

No, it's only a bump on my head.

Stop fussing and go and get David and the truck.

I can't. I'm in the middle of a job.

Bernard, this is an emergency.

Well, it always is with you. Try another garage.

You haven't paid for a single repair on that truck.

Well, how much do I owe you?

- Why? - Because I want to pay you.

When?

Now.

Right. As I recall,

six separate repairs

amounting to forty-seven pounds, fifteen shillings and sixpence.

Right, we'll call it a round £, shall we?

You're a good lad, Bernard,

and I've taken advantage of you.

Yes, well...

I knew you'd pay me eventually.

No, brother or no brother,

you were right to call me to account.

£,...

£.

- Oh, just a minute. - What?

How long have I owed that bill?

Well, some of it over a year.

Let's call it another two for interest, eh?

There we are.

Right.

Well, I'll... I'll go and see to the truck.

Brandy's on the shelf, if you need it.

A few minor dents and a replacement bumper.

Yes, sarge.

But if I'd hit the sheep,

well, the damage could've been far worse.

Oh, I see.

So your hair-trigger reflexes have saved us a bob or two?

- If you put it like that. - Thank you, Ventress.

Sarge.

MERTON: Oh, Bradley.

What does Parnaby have to say for himself?

Not much. Confessed to damaging Foxton's minibus.

Said he warned us he'd take the law into his own hands.

Let's hope the courts teach him a lesson.

I wouldn't take bets on it.

SIGHS

- Hello. - Hello.

Is Mr Foxton in?

Erm...

What is it, Shirley?

The constable would like to see Mr Foxton.

Guy, there's a policeman to see you.

FOOTSTEPS

Constable.

It's about your complaint, sir.

Mr Parnaby has admitted the offence and been charged.

If you could give us an estimate. Of the damages?

My wife's already prepared one.

I'll get it.

If I'd caught him and given him a thick ear

it would've been more satisfying, but there it is.

Well, it's just as well for you that you didn't.

A good seller.

One of our best.

- Hey, Shirley? - Written by you?

Written, printed and sold by me.

Quite a little industry.

But this isn't the first time you've had a dispute

about a right of way, is it?

I've had the odd skirmish fighting for the freedom to roam.

You're inciting people to break the law.

Inciting! Well...

There are plenty of well-established footpaths

across the moors.

But then, I don't suppose you can keep selling the same old routes.

Do I detect a note of disapproval?

Mr Parnaby, it seems to me, is a man on the edge.

- I wouldn't push your luck. - Meaning?

He says that each week you take a party of people

across his land.

And what of it?

I suggest you don't.

You should also withdraw the route from any new reprint of this guide.

Well, thank you, but no, thank you.

The countryside belongs to everybody, Constable,

not just to the few like Parnaby, who want to keep it to themselves.

Constable.

Thank you.

You're up early.

Special day, David.

Are those toasted soldiers?

And four-minute eggs, just how you like them.

- What, for me? - Who else?

Well, come on. Sit down.

Get stuck in.

Special day, Mr Vernon? Why's that, then?

- Don't you know? - No.

It's your birthday.

Oh, that.

Go on. Open it.

It's a present, from me to you.

Flippin' heck!

♪ The changing

♪ Of sunlight

♪ To moonlight

♪ Reflections of my life

♪ Oh, how they fill my eyes

♪ The greetings

♪ Of people

♪ In trouble

♪ Reflections of my life

♪ Oh, how they fill my eyes

♪ Oh, my sorrows

♪ Sad tomorrows

♪ Take me back

♪ To my own home

♪ Oh, my crying... ♪

Do you like it?

Oh, er...yeah. Yeah.

I think I'll keep it wrapped up until the other one wears out.

Right. I'd better get going.

I've tot to pick up our fare from the station.

- I was going to do that. - It's your birthday.

You sit there and relax.

You know, you could spend the morning planning a holiday.

What holiday?

Your holiday.

Everybody has one, you know, David.

- Do they? - Course they do.

We'll talk about it later. Cheerio.

- What are you doing 'ere? - We're fishing.

It's not allowed. This is private land.

It says we can in the book.

- What are you doing?! - Get your gear.

Come on! Get your gear!

Move it!

Come on! Move!

How long ago was that, Mrs Stone?

Well, that's not long for them to have been gone.

Look, I'm sure everything's all right,

but if they havn't surfaced in an hour, give us a call back.

Bye now.

- Problem? - Anxious mum.

A couple of lads have gone fishing and haven't come back for dinner.

PARNABY: Come on, move it!

Whose are those?

We've had visitors. I'm dealing with it.

What do you mean?

Judy! Leave it!

JUDY: Les!

What on earth are you doing?!

I'm letting them stew.

Now, go inside and call the police.

He's going to sh**t us.

Don't be stupid.

I'm telling you, he's barmy.

- Where are they? - They're in 'ere!

Hello, lads. You all right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- I told 'em you were coming. - Yeah, well, thanks for waiting.

But you'd better get going.

Adventure enough for one day. Straight home, eh?

Are you mad?

Well, I am now. I called you out to drum some sense into them!

- Not to make me look stupid! - You don't need my help for that.

What's that for? I never pointed it at them.

You didn't have to. They were scared stiff.

For heaven's sake, Les, they're only boys!

Boys or no boys, they were trespassing!

He's not thinking straight, Mr Bradley.

No.

But if the farm was doing better it wouldn't weigh so heavy on him.

Sorry.

You don't want to hear about this.

If you need to speak to us again, don't hesitate.

- Thanks, Sergeant. - Thanks, bye.

Bye, now.

What's happening?

They're not pressing charges.

Apparently, the boy's father used to work with Parnaby.

MIKE: Lucky for him, then. MERTON: Not exactly.

He remembers him as an unstable character.

We'd better drive out there and read the riot act to him

before he does point that shotgun at somebody.

I remember Parnaby now.

There was some sort of accident at the quarry.

Nobody was hurt but the boss's Rover got written off.

I take it that's when he took up hill farming.

PARNABY: Kidnap? MERTON: Yes, kidnap!

Not to mention firearms offences, theft,

and a charge of aggravated as*ault.

I've never assaulted anybody!

You manhandled them, pushed them into that barn.

It were nothing!

With children of that age, a court would hammer you.

Count yourself a lucky man, Mr Parnaby.

Talk to him.

They're trying to help us, Les.

Oh, yeah.

Help us tow the line, so others can trample all over us.

It's not right.

Maybe not.

But that's the way it is, love.

Oh, no.

You've got to fight for what's yours.

Otherwise you're...

you're nothing.

So there's like Scarborough, Bridlington,

or Filey.

Well, they're all nice, David,

but have you thought about going further south?

What, you mean, like Hull?

GIGGLES No, David.

There's not much of a beach there. I was thinking south south.

Brighton, Bournemouth south.

Oh! It sounds an awful long way.

I'm not sure that the truck would make it.

- You'd go on the train. - Oh, yeah.

Or better still, why not go abroad?

GIGGLES

- No! No, no, no. - Why not?

Lots of people are going now. It'd be a good experience for you.

Yeah, but...

I've got an aunty in Filey.

GIGGLES

- Evening, gents. - Oscar, Gina.

What are you having, Bernard?

A Scotch and water, please, Oscar.

And another for our birthday boy.

Oh, thanks, Mr Vernon.

Not forgetting one for your very good self, Oscar.

- All right. - Hang on a sec.

I'm sorry, my love.

And one for the lovely Gina, too.

Erm... I hope this round isn't going on your slate?

Why, is there a problem?

Yeah, you could say.

- Oh, I'll get these in, Gina. - No, hold on! Hold on!

If I'm out of line, I want to know about it.

Well, you're out of line, Vernon,

to the tune of ten pounds and six shillings.

Then I humbly apologise.

Well, nice words don't ring the bell on my till.

Then try some lolly.

Well, there's far too much there, Vernon.

If anybody's interested, the drinks are on me.

And this was attached to it.

We're not even safe from him here.

We'll have trouble getting insured if this goes on.

Well, the woman who lives over the shop next door

said she heard the crash at about o'clock.

Where were you?

I was in bed, Constable. Where else?

With Mr Foxton?

I beg your pardon!

Was Mr Foxton with you?

Yes. Of course he was.

Why on earth do you need to know that?

It's a routine question, Mrs Foxton.

There's no offence intended.

They want to know if I was vandalising my own shop, dear.

- What?! - In order to frame Les Parnaby.

- Ridiculous idea. - Well, it happens.

So I understand.

Do you know if anyone else bears you a grudge?

Yes.

We sold a man some walking boots that gave him a blister.

- Very cross, he was. - All right, dear.

- They're only doing their job. - Not exactly.

If they were, this maniac would be safe behind bars.

Mr Vernon, what are you doing?

I'm washing up, David, and having a tidy round.

- Mr Vernon. - What?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Mr Vernon, there's a couple of Jehovah's Witnesses at the door.

Well, don't just stand there, ask them to come in.

He's 'ere.

What now?

Hello, Mr Parnaby.

Would you mind telling us where you were last night?

- Why? - He was 'ere.

Mr Parnaby?

Like she says, I was 'ere. What's going on?

We're investigating an incident that occurred over at Ashfordly.

Nowt to do with me.

It's true, Constable. He was here all evening.

- With you? - Yes.

What time did you go to bed, Mrs Parnaby?

About .

And Mr Parnaby?

I were downstairs, listening to t'wireless.

- So what time did you go to bed? - Soon after, I'd say.

Yeah, like she says. Soon after. What's this all about?

Somebody threw a brick through Guy Foxton's shop window at midnight.

So it's straight round to my door, eh?

It came with a message, 'What's mine is mine, keep away.'

Pretty much what you've been saying.

This is a set-up, this is.

The lousy toerag's set me up.

Do you think Parnaby could've left home without his wife knowing?

It's possible, I suppose.

I don't think she knows what time he came to bed.

A hurled brick certainly has his stamp on it.

Even so, Foxton is relying on his wife for an alibi, sir.

For what it's worth, the council has confirmed

there's no right of way over Parnaby's land.

He can get rid of Foxton,

but only by paying for a civil action.

With money he hasn't got.

Where does that leave us, exactly?

Pig in the middle.

As usual.

- What can I do for you, David? - Oh, it's not for me.

It's for Mr Vernon. - Oh? Why couldn't he come himself?

Take a seat.

He doesn't think there's anything wrong with him

but he's just gone all funny.

In what way?

He remembered my birthday for a start.

And he's cleared his tab at the Aidensfield Arms.

And this morning, I caught him...dusting.

What's wrong with that?

Well, nothing really. It's just not him.

I reckon it's that bump on the head.

What bump?

Mr Vernon had a car crash the other day

and he banged his head on the windscreen.

And has acted oddly ever since?

He's given me a holiday

and a pay rise.

I see.

Well, David, whatever the cause, it's been a change for the better.

Well, no, not really.

Mr Scripps reckons, if he carries on the way he is,

he'll be bankrupt in no time.

All right. I'll try and have a word.

Where is he now?

He's at the church, mowing the grass.

For free.

Oh, hello, Doctor. How are you?

Very well, thanks, Vernon. And yourself?

- Couldn't be better. - Warm work.

Yes, but very rewarding.

Someone told me you'd been in a car accident.

No, just a scrape.

You weren't hurt?

No, no, just a bump on the head.

A bump? Right.

It's just that erm...

there can be a delayed reaction to that sort of thing.

I'd always advise a patient

to get a hospital check-up, just in case.

Are you on for it, or not?

Well, rambling's not really my scene, Guy.

You don't know till you've tried.

Everything once, eh?

I wouldn't have to buy togs for it, would I?

Do you think I'm trying to sell you some kit?!

Well, the thought had crossed my mind.

It's you I'm interested in.

Not your custom.

Anything you need will be on the house.

Can't you bang him up for something?

Like what?

I don't know. Just fit him up and lock him away.

It's all changed since your day. We're not allowed to do that.

And anyway, you'd be depriving her of a playmate.

I heard he was keeping himself busy with Shirley Smith.

Who?

Shirley. The shop assistant.

Oh, yeah.

Foxton's wife and Shirley's husband

must be the only two who don't know about it.

Is that right?

Thanks, Oscar.

It's a pleasure.

Can I have a word?

Er...take a seat.

It's about your shop window.

Mrs Parnaby said her husband was at home when it was smashed.

- Surprise me. - Funnily enough, I believe him.

So tomorrow, I'd like to question your shop assistant.

Shirley, isn't it?

Why?

She might be able to help.

Shirley isn't with us any more.

Oh. What happened?

She left...

by mutual agreement.

Was this a mutual agreement between you and her

or between you and her husband?

Sorry. I'm not with you.

'What's mine is mine. Keep away.'

Did Shirley's husband find out about you two?

Village gossip, Constable. You should know better.

Yeah.

You're right, but then,

I'm probably better informed than, say...your wife,

for example.

- What's your point? - Point?

Simple.

You're more than happy to let your wife think Parnaby threw the brick.

You're flying a kite, Constable.

Well, I'll talk to Shirley and your wife tomorrow, then.

Just a second.

It's possible it wasn't Parnaby.

Just possible.

Look...

maybe you should kick this into the long grass

for everybody's sake.

I think you owe Parnaby more than that.

What? Put myself out of business?

Just stop provoking him.

Roll over, you mean? Forget it.

Right, then, I'll come round in the morning.

Constable...

Don't thr*aten me again with idle gossip.

Blackmail's a criminal offence. I'm told.

♪ Too many people need me

♪ I've got so much, so much to do

♪ But when my travellin' is over

♪ I'll pay you back with interest

♪ I'll pay you back with interest

♪ It seems unfair to leave you

♪ And sell myself the way I do

♪ But when my wanderin' is over

♪ I'll pay you back with interest

♪ I'll pay you back with interest

♪ Most of my life I've been moving

♪ And when I tire I'll come home to you

♪ But until then I'll be waiting

♪ I'll pay you back with interest

♪ I'll pay you back with interest... ♪

What you doin'?

- Les? - Go back inside.

What are these for?

You can read, can't you?

Well, what danger? Where?

Go back inside. Leave me alone.

You can't go on like this.

You 'an all?

Oh, happy now?

Just you against the world.

Admit it, can't you? Foxton's just an excuse.

Excuse?

For everything else that's gone wrong here.

We've done our best.

There's no shame.

We can move on,

go somewhere else, do something else.

I'm going nowhere.

This is our land, it's our place.

Now, that's an end to it!

Ah, Mike.

Oscar.

I didn't know you were a fan of Les Parnaby.

Well, not especially.

No. Why?

Well, the Post Mistress says you paid for the guides

he lifted from the parish noticeboard.

Yeah, well, I'll get the money back.

You'd be lucky.

You see, Foxton reprinted his guide

with Parnaby's patch on the front cover.

If that's not rubbing his nose in it,

I don't know what is.

Well, we've done all we can.

Perhaps you're the man to make him see sense, Councillor.

Just when it's warming up?

What do you mean?

Well, that. That's today.

And Gina, the daft apeth, she's going with them.

You all right?

I don't know. They X-rayed my head.

Was there anything there?

Funnily enough, yes.

What, summat to worry about?

Well, they can't be certain.

It's the part of the brain that controls my personality.

Thank you.

You haven't noticed anything different about me, have you?

Well, there has been a bit of a change, I suppose.

- Like what? - Well...

You know, the way you've been giving everyone a helping hand,

and, well, you're in a right good mood all the time.

How's that different?

Oh, no. No, I don't suppose it is, really.

Anyway, I met a very nice chap in the waiting room.

Solicitor with a broken wrist. Gave me his card.

Says he thinks I might have a case.

Well, what sort of case?

I'm not sure, but I promised I'd look him up.

♪ Shapes are things before my eyes

♪ Just teach me to despise

♪ Will time make man more wise?

- There you are. - Thanks, Judy.

Hello, Les.

- What's he doing 'ere? - Oh, for goodness' sake, Les.

Oh, it's all right, Judy.

I'm here with my councillor's hat on.

What good's that to me?

Well, granted, not a lot, up to press,

but I'd still like to help.

Oh, aye.

You've got a justified grievance. Everybody knows that.

Is that why you let Foxton's ramblers use the pub

as their starting point?

I'm not the licensee. Gina is.

- You know that. - Politicians, eh?

Always an answer.

I see you put some signs up. Danger, keep out.

- What of it? - What danger?

It's my business.

Trespassers or not, Les,

the law says that you have a duty of care

to anyone on your land.

I'll show the law the same amount of respect it shows me,

Blaketon.

Now, I'm busy.

Daresay you're likewise.

Judy.

You didn't say you had a passenger!

- No, sarge. - Why not?!

Well, it didn't seem important at the time.

You know the rules, Ventress.

Official cars are to be used only in the exigencies of duty.

Was this an exigency of duty?

Division will want to know.

Well, he was stranded, sarge.

So you went out of your way...

- Well... - Ten miles out of your way.

Well, not far for a mate, I suppose.

Vernon Scripps isn't a mate, sarge.

Not now, perhaps.

What's up?

I've just been given a rocket for giving Vernon Scripps a lift.

Why?

His solicitor's making an insurance claim,

saying that the bang on the head has changed his personality.

It has. For the better. He's become a saint.

Well, I haven't.

It's the last time that I play the Good Samaritan.

- There we are. - Thanks.

Perfect.

Oh, hiya, Mike.

What do you think? I'm joining Guy's walking party.

I'd reconsider if I were you.

- Why? Is it not my colour? - Not your scene.

Especially not today. Oscar's just called me.

Parnaby's put up signs saying, "Danger, keep out."

Really?

Oscar thinks he means business.

Well, we're just quaking in our boots, Constable.

Look, until I've checked it out,

I suggest you cancel today's walk or take an alternative route.

And give in to some crude scaremongering?

Not on your life.

What sort of danger, Mike?

Forget it, Gina.

Les Parnaby's only a danger to himself.

Hello.

- Is Les here? - No.

- Where is he? - I don't know.

Last I saw of him, he was in the workshop.

Les!

He's gone.

Your husband used to work in the quarry, didn't he?

Yeah, he did.

- What did he do there? - He was a shot blaster. Why?

- Greetings, gentlemen. - What do you want?

Well, a friendly response would be nice.

Don't push your luck, Vernon.

I'd heard I was in bad books.

That's why I'm here,

to apologise for my solicitor's behaviour.

- I'll deal with this, Alf. - Sit down.

Alf, I'm very sorry.

Words come cheap.

Oh. Thanks for reminding me.

- Is that it? - Certainly not.

Ah, Mr Scripps.

Helping yourself to some more easy money?

Just paying my dues, Sergeant.

And my respects for a fine officer.

You wouldn't be referring to Constable Ventress, by any chance?

Who else?

Steadfast and loyal.

A credit to the force and a beacon to the community.

And it grieves me

to think I've caused him any embarrassment.

No, that's quite enough respect for one day, Mr Scripps.

Oh. Right. Then I'll be off.

And rest assured, you won't hear another word from my solicitor.

MIKE ON RADIO: 'Delta Alpha to Control.'

Glad that's not on my conscience, Ventress.

Go ahead, Mike.

Yeah, Phil. I've called the Aidensfield Arms,

but can't get through.

Do what you've got to do,

but make sure you stop Foxton's party.

Will do, Mike.

Out.

♪ Shapes of things before my eyes

♪ Just teach me to despise

♪ Will time make men more wise?

♪ Here within my lonely frame...

They've gone, Foxton's party?

Yeah, about minutes ago. Why?

There's trouble, big trouble.

Gina's with them.

♪ But will it seem the same?

Oh!

Beyond belief.

I don't think you should be doing that, Guy.

People have gone to prison defending the right to roam, Gina!

The least we can do is clear this.

Right.

Off we go, then.

MIKE YELLS Les!

Les!

You're too late, Bradley!

Nothing's too late, Les.

- We could talk. - I'm done with talking!

Listen to me, Les.

People are going to get hurt. Is that what you want?

They've been warned!

I wouldn't do that if I were you!

This is Foxton's lookout, not yours!

Get back!

Get back!

Les!

No!

Aaah!

- You all right? - Yeah. I think so.

- You sure? - Yeah.

♪ When the bird has flown

♪ Got no-one to call your own...

♪ Got no place...

What'll happen to him?

I'm sorry. I don't know.

Will he go to prison?

He's ill. He'll get help.

What about you?

Sell up, I suppose.

Salvage something for when he comes back.

Start again.

Take care.

♪ Along with everything that was lost... ♪

Right, David. I'm off to the vicarage.

OK.

What are you doing?

I'm just going to clear out that gutter. It's full of leaves.

Good idea. Keep up the good work. See you later.

Aargh!

Oh!

Mr Vernon!

- All you all right? - Good grief.

- What happened? - I must have hit you with...

You just walked into my ladders.

What are you doing with ladders?

I've just said, I'm clearing out the gutters.

Gutters! Have you got nothing more important to do,

like getting my tea ready?!

See ya.

David...

just refresh my memory.

Where am I going?

Going for tea at the vicar's.

Tea? At the vicar's?

Yeah.

You know, to say thank you for mowing his grass - for free.

Mowing his grass for free?!

Yeah. You've been doing it all week.

- Why? - I don't know!

Well, why didn't you say something, you great daft lummock?!

What are you smiling at?

Well, it's you, isn't it?

What is?

Well, you know, you're back to your old self again.

What a relief!

I didn't like the idea of going off on holiday

and leave you behaving all funny.

Holiday? What holiday?

Well, my two weeks in Filey.

Filey?

You can forget Filey!

The furthest you're going, lad,

is up to that rectory to get some money for mowing the grass! Ooooh!

Oooh!