16x08 - Little White Lies

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

Bess! Bess!

Oh, good girl!

- WOMAN: How about Wednesday? - MAN: No, I can't do Wednesday.

- How about Friday? - I'm not sure.

You could sound a bit keener, Nigel.

Sorry, sweetheart.

Friday might be OK.

I'll make it worth your while.

HORN HONKS

Bernie says, "No cash, no petrol."

Yeah, but we are "on account" customers.

He's put a block on it on account of you never settling up.

- Where is he? - Hiding under a car.

What's the idea, Bernie?

Go away. I'm in a meeting.

We can't go away. We haven't got any petrol.

Same old story, in't it?

- Oh, go on, give 'em half a t*nk. - You said I wasn't to let you.

Half a t*nk or they'll stay here all day arguing.

We're busy, even if they're not.

Exactly. All we need is one good payday

and we'll be able to settle up.

Colonel Hudson's looking for removal transport if you're interested.

To do what?

They're having a big auction this week

and they need extra help moving stuff into the saleroom.

Lifting and shifting. That sounds right up our street, that.

I reckon they'd pay well.

He's bringing his car in for a service later.

I could have a word, if you want?

No, just you squirt some juice in the Ferrari.

We'll find him ourselves.

ALF: Ashfordly Police Station. Oh! Oh, yes.

Rob, are you still on for tonight?

Oh, yeah. I wanted a word with you about that.

Yeah, sure. What's up?

I don't suppose you could find someone to take my place?

You're joking, aren't you?! It's been fixed for days.

You said I was just making up numbers, anyway.

- Exactly. A foursome. - "No pressure," you said.

And look, besides, I've got a heap of bookwork to get through.

Don't tell me, your sergeant's exam.

The all purpose excuse for the stay-at-home copper.

It's time you opened the shutters, mate.

Yeah, well...

One evening of good food, good company, won't k*ll you.

- Got those figures? - I'll meet you at .pm, alright?

Er, Sarge, the head teacher from Daleside Primary called.

The lollipop lady has just got a stomach bug.

Can we provide cover?

Do the honours, would you, Younger?

Well, isn't that more Rob's patch, Sergeant?

What's the matter?

Afraid your crowd control isn't up to coping with tiny tearaways?

No, it's just...

Give me the boy and I'll show you the man, Younger!

This isn't a chore.

It's your chance to influence impressionable young minds.

I'll give you a list and you can make a start.

- What are you doing here, Duncan? - I'd like a lift.

Alright, but I have to call at the garage on the way.

If you're in a rush, the bus might be quicker.

I'll wait.

I'm sorry. Er, the list...

Needless to say

we're expected to take great care of things in transit.

Oh, have no fear, Colonel, sir.

We will be conscientiousness itself.

♪ Lollipop, lollipop oo-lally lally-lally

♪ Lollipop, lollipop oo-lally lally-lally

♪ Lollipop... ♪

- Handsomely done, Constable. - Well, we aim to please.

I hear your fiance's coming at the weekend.

You're very well informed.

You'll be announcing the big day, then?

Well, you never know.

Is there a problem at the school?

Nothing unusual. I'm in and out all the time.

- I'll go before they're let loose. - Cheerio. Have a good weekend.

♪ Lollipop, lollipop oo-lally lally-lally

♪ Lollipop, lollipop oo-lally lally-lally, lollipop ♪

Are you going to tell me what's wrong?

Is it about the school?

Everyone feels nervous starting a new school.

I did. Your stepbrother did.

- Guy hated it. - Is that what he said?

- Dad, you know he hated it. - Guy exaggerates.

I don't want to go away. I want to go to the local school.

Your mother and I want you to have the best chance possible.

Is that why she wants to send me away?

Of course.

Now cheer up.

CHEERING

OK. Come on.

Steady, lads. Go on.

Come on. Don't you want to go home?

- What's up, slowcoach? - Those lads want to fight me.

YOUNGER: All of them?

I see.

You know, I used to be bullied when I was at school.

It's not very nice, is it?

Anyway, what do you want to be when you grow up?

A policeman.

Do you? Hmm!

Let's see what you'd look like.

I should get off home before he books you.

Do all cars have the same sort of steering?

Yeah. At least most we see in here.

Sports cars as well?

Yeah. You interested in motors?

Guy, my stepbrother, says knowing how to keep a vehicle running

is a key survival skill.

He's probably right.

- He's in the army. - I gathered.

I think that's fixed it, Mr Hudson.

- Hiya. - Hi, Gina. Where's the party?

No party. We're going for a meal.

Me, Phil, Rob and Paula. You know Paula my hairdresser?

Oh, yeah. Course. It's about time Rob got out and about.

Yeah, well, that's what we thought.

- Have a good time. - We will.

PHIL: Get in. Watch your head. You know the routine.

Anita's in splendid form.

- Yes. - Looking very fit.

- You're a lucky man, Gerald. - No question.

Watch out for our friend Nigel, the Speedy Gonzales of the North Riding.

GERALD: Yes. Well...

Any more thoughts about our big auction?

Oh, you know me, I'm more a buyer than a seller.

But, yes, I did think of making a bit of room.

When you've decided, give me a call,

and I'll add you to the list for collection.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONAL HUBBUB

- What did your dad say? - "Over my dead body!"

- But I married him anyway. - GINA: Naturally.

- PHIL: And did Dad snuff it? - No!

He swore like a trooper and then he stumped up for a wonderful wedding.

Then within a year my beloved had racked up a mountain of debts,

taken all the money out my business, and skedaddled.

- Young and foolish I was then. - Join the g*ng.

- Now your story. - No, no.

PAULA: I'm a good listener.

I'm sure you are, but why spoil a good evening?

Yeah. Here's to that, and to many more.

ALL: Cheers.

Well, excuse me. I must nip to the ladies.

- Oh. - GINA: Me, too.

- So, are you glad you came? - Sure.

What do you think of Paula?

- She's good company. - Is she your type?

I've spent one evening with her. How would I know?

- Want to find some more? - Give it a rest, Phil.

It's just that Gina will ask, if you want.

She'll have a word with her.

You need to lighten up a bit, I think, Rob.

Bye, Nigel. Take care.

Good evening.

CAR STARTS

ENGINE REVS

I had a really good night tonight.

I wish that were true.

Sorry. I didn't mean to put a damper on things.

When you walked into the restaurant you looked like the condemned man.

- No offence intended! - No, none taken.

Besides, I really did have a good time.

Oh, good.

- And the condemned man survived. - True.

- Tina and Phil meant well. - I know.

Everyone should have friends like them.

Agreed. Look, a big part of me did want to enjoy this evening.

Not just for their sake, but for Helen's as well.

But it just didn't feel right.

Well, there's nothing unusual in that.

You're not over her.

I don't think I want to be "over her".

And no-one's saying you should.

But you have to learn to live with the loss.

How come you know everything?

Oh, it's the job.

When customers come into the salon

they expect a crimper to hear their confessions

and act as their agony aunt!

- How much do you charge? - Not enough!

Ay, but when you're ready, look in.

Short back and sides might become a speciality of mine.

BOTH LAUGH

Night, Paula.

CHUCKLES

Oh. Erm, thanks for the lift.

And... thanks.

Take care.

♪ I should have known it from the very start

♪ This girl would leave me with a broken heart

♪ Listen, people what I'm telling you

♪ Keep away from Runaround Sue

♪ I miss her lips and the smile on her face

♪ The touch of her hair and this girl's warm embrace

♪ So if you don't want to cry like I do

♪ Keep away from Runaround Sue

♪ Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

♪ Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

♪ Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh ♪

- I've told you, I don't want to go! - We'll decide what's best for you.

Best for you, more like.

- You just want me out the way. - What?

DOORBELL RINGS

- I know you're feeling nervous. - Why can't I stay here?

- Duncan, it's a very fine school. - I don't care.

I don't want to go.

DOOR CLOSES

Constable Walker to see us, Gerald.

Go to your room, Duncan.

I'm making inquiries about Mr Nigel Parker.

Why?

I believe he's a friend of the family.

Yes.

Mr Parker was injured in a car accident last night.

ANITA: How badly injured?

The hospital say it's touch and go as to whether he'll pull through.

I'm sorry to be the bringer of bad news.

SOBS

- You know, I quite like this. - Now there's a surprise!

You've wanted everything we've collected so far.

Yeah, well, I like old things.

Let me tell you something, David, there's stuff in our attic

that's equal to anything on the back of this lorry.

We're extremely upset.

And I'm sure you are, too.

I've got to go into work,

but your mother's going to the hospital to see Nigel.

Perhaps your own problems could take a backseat for the time being.

- ALF: So the, er, night went well? - PHIL: I think so, yeah.

Rob was heavy going at first,

but he soon warmed up with a drink inside him.

- And her? - Smart lady.

- Did you fix him up, then? - Fix him up?

Jeff, we were four mature adults enjoying fine food and conversation.

Right. Is he courting again?

How are we doing on last night's RTA?

Traffic did the necessary at the scene, Sarge.

We've got two witnesses

who say they saw Bates staggering home across the road.

Where exactly did it happen?

Er, yeah, at the crossroads here.

Tyre tracks indicate he left the road and went slap bang into a tree.

Not wearing a seatbelt.

Will you stop doing that?

Parker, he went to a drinks party at Colonel Hudson's.

Rob's gone over there this morning.

Talk of the devil.

So, what are we looking at? Two drunks ill met by moonlight?

I'm not sure. Mr Hudson being tight lipped

about how much Mr Parker had consumed.

- What did the doctor have to say? - His condition's critical.

So I suppose a sample's out of the question.

You guessed it.

Bess, heel. Bess, heel. Come on, Bess.

Bess! Bess! Good girl. Come here. Come on.

Come on, Bess. Bess.

Heel. Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

Some redness, but no foreign bodies. Conjunctivitis, maybe.

- Or too many hours in a smoky pub. - Yeah, that might do it!

- I'll find you some eye drops. - Thanks, Carol.

- Hello. - 'Ey up.

- What are you doing? - Looking a few things out.

- I bet they're worth a bob or two. - Yeah, exactly what I thought.

Where... where are you gonna put them?

- In the auction, of course. - Oh, you can't!

David, I haven't had them out of the box in years.

But family heirlooms! They should be handed down.

In a perfect world, maybe. But we need the money.

- Auntie, you can't! - David, I've decided.

Well, I suppose if you're gonna sell those,

maybe I should sell something of mine.

It's entirely up to you.

- My football boots. - You don't play football!

No! The ones Stanley Matthews wore.

The ones that you gave me with his autograph on a bit of card.

I gave you them when you were still in short trousers!

- You thought the world of them! - I still do.

But if we need money, that could get us out of a hole in one go.

No, David. Absolutely not.

- So, what are you up to, anyway? - Shopping.

Trying to avoid a last-minute rush before Frank gets here.

He looks like he'll be based onshore after his current tour duty.

That's what you hoped for, isn't it?

- Mmm! - Navy wife, eh?

Yeah. In a way I feel like I'm going back to square one.

Why's that, then?

I think it's got something to do

with me growing up in a children's home.

I had to live the way other people decided.

The same at Ashfordly General during my training.

Doing the job here has been my first real taste of independence.

And I've loved every minute.

- Excuse me. - Hey-ya.

Is this the way to the old quarry?

Yeah, just go down to the bottom of the hill and you fork left.

Oh, thank you. Come on, Bess.

Mrs Hudson, come in.

I've just come back from the hospital.

- Ah, how's Mr Parker? - Very poorly.

And if that wasn't enough, I got home to find Duncan was missing.

- Missing? - I left him with our cleaner.

When she went to look for him, he wasn't there.

Well, how long's it been since either of you two saw him?

Almost three hours.

That's not really a long time for a boy his age to go for a jaunt.

Believe me, Constable, I know my son. It's not like him.

So adjusting for the fact that Easter was late last year,

the improvement's better still. - Mmm.

- I've drawn a graph. - Oh. Graphs, is it?

You're not just a pretty face, then.

- Sarge? - Yes.

That was Rob.

Colonel Hudson's wife has just reported

their son having gone missing after a family row.

- How old is he? - Cracking on for .

She's nearly half his age!

The son. How old is the son?

- Just gone . - How long's he been missing?

About three hours now.

You can be that long waiting for a bus in these parts!

Mrs Hudson's very distressed.

What with her friend getting injured in a car crash,

it's not a good day for the Hudsons.

True.

It won't do any harm if you join Walker and knock on a few doors.

Right, Sarge.

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

SIGHS

- Don't ask, cos she hasn't called. - Who?

Paula. So I might as well get your version of events.

- You were there, weren't you? - I mean later, when I'd gone.

- Give it a rest, Gina. - Didn't you like her?

- Yeah. She was nice. - Nice?!

Alright, really nice. Now can I do what I came here for?

What do you want?

You know Duncan Hudson, the Colonel's lad?

- Yeah. I saw him earlier. - Where?

Outside here. He stopped and asked me the way to the old quarry. Why?

He's gone missing from home. His mum's worried sick.

Well, why didn't you ask straightaway then?!

Ah! Maybe your mate will spill the beans!

Stay there! I'm coming.

Right, why would he come round here?

PHIL: Skimming, perhaps? Fishing?

Look.

- Do you think it's his? - Must be.

His mum said he could swim.

Is it his bike?

Yes.

SOBS

If you don't mind me saying,

you don't seem too agitated about the situation.

Not unduly now I can see what he's taken.

Torch, compass, map, weatherproofs, rations.

We've probably got Guy, his stepbrother, to thank for this.

Guy sometimes takes Duncan on to the moors on mock manoeuvres.

- Guy's in the army? - Based at Catterick.

So Duncan might have learned a few survival skills?

Hopefully, yes.

But even so, a boy of his age could overreach himself,

- especially if the weather changes. - True.

Then there's the question of why did he leave his bike at the quarry?

That is puzzling.

I'm only pleased he's got the dog with him.

Damn good friend to have in an emergency.

A bicycle abandoned by a stretch of water

conjures up unpleasant possibilities.

How are the parents reacting? Over.

She's in a state. He seems to think the lad knows what he's doing.

I'm not so sure. Over.

Has the boy got any money? Over.

"Nothing much. I gather they keep him pretty strapped. Over."

Get a photograph and keep me posted. Over.

Right, Sarge. Out.

Rob, look who's here.

ROB: Why would he ask Gina for directions?

Every lad in the district knows the way to the old quarry.

PHIL: He might not.

He didn't spend much time round here, did he?

No, I don't go for that. I think he was laying a false trail.

Oh, aye? What about the abandoned bike, then?

It was part of the plan.

What is wrong with you? You've been scratching ever since we got here.

It's driving me nuts. My shampoo, I'll have to change it.

Have I got dandruff?

What? I don't think so. Why?

Are you sure? Have a look.

GRUNTS

Er... Ew.

That's not dandruff, mate. You've got nits.

PEGGY: David? David?

Ah... Oh.

Stanley Matthews' old boots.

I see that from the card. "To David from Stanley Matthews."

"Keep dribbling."

CHUCKLES

I'd like them valued.

Yep, nits. Well spotted, Rob.

For crying out loud! How?

Easy! You been in close contact with any children recently?

Not that I know of. No.

But I know someone who has.

♪ They say she put the hurt on me

♪ She put the hurt on me (hurt on me)

♪ I said, the hurt on me, child (hurt on me)

♪ Oh, hurt on me (hurt on me)

♪ I said, the hurt on me, babe ♪

The school's going through quite a lively bout of infestation.

Trust him to join in.

Ah! Innocent till proved guilty, Phil!

Come on. It's Geoff all right.

You noticed he's been scratching for Britain?

How do I get rid?

I'll bring you down some DDT shampoo and a nit comb.

Er... don't say anything to Gina, will you?

No. But you better had, if you intend to see her.

I'll just stay away.

- You what?! - Well, it's not nice, is it?

So much for your new rock-solid relationship. Torn apart by nits?

Not a word!

Go on. You better warn the others at the station. I'll follow you down.

- Alright. - Ah! Come on. Now you.

Any word from Duncan?

I'm afraid our valuer

has cast some doubt on the provenance of these boots.

What's that, then?

- He doesn't think they're genuine. - Not genuine?

Only his opinion, of course.

Well, he's wrong.

Why would Stanley Matthews write on the card if they weren't his boots?

He doesn't think the great man signed the card either.

Aunt Peggy got me those boots. She knows they're Stanley Matthews'.

Perhaps she was mistaken. I must say, I had my own doubts.

I was fairly sure the Wizard of Dribble never wore size s.

EXHALES

- So when does Frank arrive? - He docks today. Here tomorrow.

I bet you'll be making up for last time, eh?

I expect so.

- Who's gonna cover for you? - I didn't ask for any cover.

You're joking. You've waited months to see Frank.

My patients expect to see me, Rob, not a stand-in.

But they'll soon have to get used to someone else anyway.

I suppose so.

- Well, you're clear. - Thanks.

Are you OK about this weekend?

I thought you and Frank were set to name the day. Something happened?

Nothing sudden.

Ah. What does that mean?

It's already dawned on me. I don't think it's what I want.

- Big day nerves? - No. It's not just that.

Sorry. Didn't mean to pry.

What's a village bobby for, eh?

Did Phil say you were looking for a boy?

Yeah, yeah. Duncan Hudson.

We know that he asked Gina for directions to the quarry.

Yeah, I was with her.

We found his bike abandoned there. Nobody's seen him since.

I saw him again, later at the bus stop.

You sure? A -year-old. Blond hair, with a rucksack.

And dog. That's what caught my eye.

When the bus arrived, he threw a chocolate to distract the dog

while he got on the bus.

MUSIC: 'Travelling Man' by Free

♪ Travelling man goes anywhere

♪ I don't stay nowhere long

♪ Travelling man

♪ Don't turn your back before you know I'm gone

♪ Don't ask me, "Where have I been?"

♪ Or if I'm staying long

♪ Cos till I find a love that's real

♪ I'm gonna keep on travelling on

♪ Travelling man, that's what I am

♪ I don't stay... ♪

PEGGY: Bernie?

Bernie, have you seen David?

No. Why?

Well... I think I'm in a spot of trouble.

Any chance of keeping it to yourself?

FAKE LAUGH

No, I did that years ago.

And now I'm afraid the cat's coming out of the bag.

Judging from the time that Nurse Cassidy saw him,

the bus he most likely caught was the Number Seven to Malton.

Malton? What's at Malton?

Perhaps he only had enough to go that far.

Anyway, it's a sighting for which I am mightily relieved.

The prospect of dredging that quarry was giving me the willies.

Well, if it was the Malton bus that he took,

the crew most likely will have turned it round and be at the depot.

If you like, I'll drop into the canteen and see.

Fine. Did Walker say anything else?

Er, no.

Oh! Er... yes.

He said steer clear of Geoff Younger.

Best place for it, really.

It's fine. Thank you. Sergeant Miller?

It's not my fault!

"Make contact with the younger generation," he said.

I trust this can be kept personal and extremely confidential.

- Any joy? - Yes.

The conductor on the Malton bus remembers him.

He said he only had enough fare to get to Lockton.

Lockton. That's where he got off, is it?

Yes. They were a bit worried

about dropping him in the middle of nowhere,

but he said that someone was going to pick him up.

Was there anyone there to meet him?

The conductor said not.

Where is everybody?

Oh, through there. It's your turn next.

- There's been a new sighting. - Where?

Duncan was seen getting on to a bus to Malton.

The conductor remembers him getting off at Lockton.

We've been out there to check the lay of the land,

but I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do

till daybreak tomorrow morning.

And then what?

I've asked Division for dogs and extra men.

I hope the locals will volunteer to come forward, too.

My estate workers will be at your disposal.

Thank you. It would be of great help if we could focus on the search.

- You say he had a map? - Yes.

Guy once took Duncan on a route that would lead them to Catterick.

A fanciful notion, but they mapped it out and made a start.

You think he may have taken it into his head to do that?

To reach his brother?

He'd have to be desperate to try it.

Hello, David. Where have you been?

- Ashfordly. - I've got some chops in the oven.

Do you want chips with them?

No, I don't want anything. I feel a bit sick.

'Ey, lad, what is it?

Those Stanley Matthews boots.

I took them to be valued at the auctioneers.

David, I told you not to do any such thing.

Yeah, and now I know why. Because they never were his, were they?

- Who told you that? - The valuer.

He said Stanley Matthews was a right little bloke.

He could have got two of his feet in one of those boots.

What does he know? Nothing!

- And he never signed that card! - Never sign...

Oh, don't lie to me again! You know he didn't.

For years I believed in those boots.

They were first thing I looked at every morning and the last at night.

- David, look... - I'm going out! Don't wait up!

DOOR SLAMS

Whoa!

HE YELLS

YELL ECHOES, ROCKS FALL

Cheer up. It might never happen.

It already has.

- Where's your Auntie Peggy? - I don't know and I don't care.

Oh, dear. Is it the business about the football boots?

You know, she tried ever so hard to get you Stan Matthews' autograph.

Queued for hours outside the ground. Wrote letters. Made phone calls.

Well, why didn't she just say?

She didn't want to let you down.

Sometimes people tell little white lies

so as not to disappoint someone or hurt their feelings.

Yeah, well, this wasn't a little one, was it?

This was a whopping, great size lie.

Yeah. Well... when you've had time to think about it,

you might realise all she wanted to do was make you happy.

And you shouldn't punish her for trying to do that.

- Hi, Rob. - Pint please, Gina.

I was expecting to see Phil.

He decided to have a night in.

- Washing his hair, is he? - Yeah, probably.

Plus, we've got an early start looking for Duncan Hudson.

Poor thing. People say he's a sensible lad.

Makes you wonder what could have got into him?

WIND HOWLS

GASPS, GROANS

SOBS

GERALD: I finally made contact with Guy last night.

He remembers taking Duncan on a route due west of here,

skirting MOD land.

- He'll follow the same route? - He took the map they used.

We've nothing else to go on. Let's make a start.

MUSIC: 'Walk In My Shadow' by Free

Hello?!

Help!

♪ My throat is dry

♪ My knees are weak

♪ It's so damn hot I can't even speak

♪ Walk in my shadow

♪ I can't take it any more

♪ When I get you in the shadows

♪ I'm gonna show you what it's for ♪

David?

COCKEREL CROWS

- Morning, David. - Oh, morning.

- Boiled egg? - Oh, very nice.

- Yes. Thank you. - Oi! That's hot. Get down.

You're up early.

Yeah, well we still got all that stuff to move for the auction.

True.

- David... - Would you rather have some toast?

No, no. No, this is just fine. David, about them boots.

Oh, don't you worry about that. That's all been cleared up now.

Oh.

Yeah, that valuer just didn't know what he's talking about.

See, apparently Stanley Matthews was given those boots

when he was just starting out. and he didn't have much money.

- Ah. - Because they were the wrong size,

he stuffed newspaper down in the toes to make them fit.

Oh, I see.

So, er... sorry for being so mardy about 'em.

That's alright, David.

We must be in the right zone. There is an MOD sign over the next rise.

You sure we're on the right track? It is only a guess, after all.

In the absence of a better idea we stick to it.

BARKING ECHOES IN DISTANCE

Hello! Hello!

BARKING ECHOES

Help!

Help!

DOG BARKS

Sarge!

- Duncan? - Yes.

- Duncan, are you all right? - I'm stuck, Dad.

- I can't move my arm. - We need a rope.

Well, we've saved t'best till last.

I hope he's in a good mood.

You're late. Chop-chop!

'Ey up.

- Right. - Yep.

- Got it? - Yep.

Yep.

Keep going.

- Put your arm through there. - Ow!

All right, all right. Hold this up.

I want you to hold on here. Yeah? That alright?

Take up the slack!

Ready? They're gonna lift you any moment. OK. When you're ready.

- Yep, you're all right. - Yep.

That's it. Good.

GEORGE: Steady. Steady.

- Ah! Ah! - GEORGE: Come on.

Steady. Nearly there.

- Come on! - Ow! Ow!

Ow! Ow!

Are you all right?

It's... It's just my arm.

How did you get yourself into such a scrape?

I don't know. I slipped.

Alright. Lost your footing. Easily done.

But why, Duncan? What's this all about?

I've k*lled him, haven't I?

- k*lled who? - Uncle Nigel.

I sabotaged his steering on his car.

Everything wrapped is to go to the saleroom,

including the two display cabinets.

Everything on the table is to stay here.

It's all breakable, so have a care.

In particular, stay well away from this Chinese vase. Clear?

Oh, clear as crystal, Your Lordship.

Is it all right if we take Duncan home now, Constable?

If you don't mind, Mrs Hudson,

we need Duncan to explain about Mr Parker's car.

The boy was obviously delirious when he said what he said.

What do you say, Duncan?

I'm sorry, Constable.

Nigel is off the critical list and Duncan is clearly exhausted.

Surely this can wait for the moment.

Come on, darling.

You appreciate we'll need to take another look at Mr Parker's car?

- Hiya. - Hi, Carol.

- Eye drops. - Oh, great.

I'm not very good with these things. Can't keep me eyes open!

Here, I'll start you off.

- Thanks. - OK?

Three times a day, all right?

- What am I gonna do without you? - Buy your own.

'Ey, I could get a petition going!

"Hands off our district nurse." And present it to Frank.

Well, if I lose my nerve, that could always be Plan B.

Lose your nerve?

I don't want to leave my job.

But that's not all of it.

When I first met Frank,

I suppose I was looking for someone who'd take control,

look after me, you know.

But I realised it's... it's not what I want anymore.

Constable Walker, Duncan.

He has something to tell you.

We had another look at Mr Parker's car and found nothing wrong with it.

- Nothing? - What did you think we'd find?

Well, I saw Rosie Cartwright adjust the steering on my father's car.

I tried to do the same, but it was dark.

But for heaven's sake, why, Duncan?

I wanted you and Mummy to stay together.

I thought the reason she was sending me to boarding school

was so she could get away with Uncle Nigel.

Whatever gave you that idea?

Well, I saw them together in the bedroom.

GERALD: Not the Hudson family's finest hour.

I'm sorry we've caused you so much trouble.

We take things as they come, Mr Hudson.

I'm grateful. And embarrassed.

I knew about my wife's affair.

The age difference between myself and Anita didn't seem to matter

when we were a regimental couple.

There were lot of dos to go to,

plenty of young men she could flirt with.

But here boredom and frustration have made her miserable.

My turning a blind eye seemed a civilised solution

to maintaining a family life.

Right. There's just this other cabinet to shift.

Right. Is it gonna fit through here?

Yeah, just, I'd say.

I'm not sure. Not without knocking things off the table.

- I think we'd better move 'em. - What, every one?

You know what he said.

Oh, how heavy is this? Come on, get the other side.

You see? It's not so bad.

No, if we're careful we can move this over there.

- Oh, I don't know, Aunt Peg. - We haven't got time to muck about.

Come on. One, two, three, lift.

Right. Now, easy does it.

Yeah. That's it. And down.

CRASH

GASPS

What are we gonna do?!

Run.

Warm up the wagon, David!

- All finished? - More or less.

There's just one little thing. We had a slight accident.

What sort of accident?

Nothing your insurance can't handle.

- Your Chinese vase... - Yes?

Perfectly safe.

I've spoken to the local school and they're happy to take you.

So let's give it a go and see how you like it, 'ey?

Thanks.

How's Uncle Nigel?

A little better.

Do you love him?

Not like I love your father.

But, just to avoid confusion,

I think it's best we don't see very much of him in the future.

- 'Ey up. - What's up?

Oh, just a little bit of local difficulty.

- Off to the station? - Yeah.

Have fun.

She's going to collect her fiance.

- Oh, nice. - Yeah, I'm not sure it is.

Anyway, this little local difficulty.

Mrs Ventress. I didn't tell her about the nits till today.

- She wasn't impressed. - I can imagine.

Well, she says she won't have me back in the house

till I've got the all clear.

So what are you going to do about it?

I thought I'd come and stay here with you.

TRAIN WHISTLE

MUSIC: 'Yesterday' by Cilla Black

♪ Yesterday

♪ All my troubles seemed so far away

♪ Now it looks as though they're here to stay

♪ Oh, I believe in yesterday

♪ Suddenly

♪ I'm not half the girl I used to be

♪ There's a shadow hanging over me

♪ Oh, yesterday came suddenly

♪ Why he had to go... ♪