16x14 - Another Little Piece Of My Heart

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♪ Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

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BARKING

g*nsh*t

DOG YELPS

What the hell did you do that for?

-You are trespassing. -It's a public right of way.

No. The right of way runs beside the edge of that field. A damn nuisance!

-He was playing. -He was worrying my pheasants.

If you point that g*n at us, I'll have the law on you.

Really? I suggest you get off my land or I'll sh**t the other mutt.

Come on, Deefa.

-Morning. -Morning. Charles, how are you?

Very well. I've two more g*ns who'd be interested in joining your sh**t.

-The more the merrier. -Splendid. See you Saturday.

BABY CRIES

For crying out loud, Julie,

will you shut that child up?

Your wife's in the kitchen. I'm Carol, the district nurse.

Oh. Right.

BABY CRIES

He just sh*t him like he was some kind of vermin.

-How far were you from the footpath? -Not far.

Langley-Smythe, he's called. Moved in two months back.

City bloke. Tons of money. Drives a Jag.

-I think I've seen him. -I promised David

I'd look after Deefa while he were away, so I took 'em both.

-This is your aunt's dog? -What do I tell her?

In terms of the letter of the law, you were trespassing.

-If the dog worried his pheasants-- -He just made 'em flap about a bit!

-If he sh*t the dog maliciously-- -He sh*t him cos he enjoyed it.

You should have seen the look on his face.

He's fine when he's with you.

Babies cry. It's not something to be frightened of.

I don't know what's upsetting him so much.

You be calm, and he'll be calm.

Maybe I'm just a terrible mother.

Julie, you're not. You're doing really well.

-I'll call in again tomorrow, OK? -You've been ever so kind.

Thank you.

Morning.

House calls to the gentry. Hope you remembered to tug your forelock.

I'd not call the Langley-Smythes gentry. She's sweet, but not posh.

-Just had her first baby. -Met the husband?

-Briefly. -Is he sweet?

Didn't think so.[span]He just sh*t Rosie Cartwright's dog. [/span]

-Seriously? -Wish me luck.

Younger, get out to Bill Galloway's farm, will you?

Some joker's been opening the gates again.

Livestock everywhere.

Shall I take the patrol car now I've passed my test?

I could be up there in about minutes.

If you pedal hard, you'll be up there in .

I'm not having you put a patrol car in a ditch.

Good exercise, that's what a lad your age needs.

The dog was on my land and it was after my pheasants.

I really don't see what all the fuss is about.

The owner suggests you sh*t it unnecessarily and maliciously.

That is against the law.

You'd put me up before the local beak on the say-so of a silly girl?

I'm sure Charles Ashfordly will be highly amused.

Were any of your pheasants injured by the dog?

What's your name again?

-PC Walker. -PC Walker, here's my statement.

You can get your notebook out and jot it down, if you like.

I was walking through the woods, which happen to be private property.

There was an out-of-control dog rampaging through my pheasants.

I was forced to sh**t it in order to protect my birds.

If you think you can prosecute me, go ahead. See you in court.

Good morning.

So this is the modern police force.

Mechanised rapid response units rush to the scene of the crime.

It's a steep hill, is that.

I remember when coppers were fit. They've been opening gates again.

-I reckon it's kids. -Have you seen 'em, Mr Galloway?

Oh, aye.

-Did you chase after 'em? -Me?

I'm not breaking my neck running after a bunch of kids.

That's your job.

Rosie says the dog didn't do any real harm.

She would, wouldn't she?

She reckons she could have called it off, but didn't get the chance.

-What do you reckon? -I think he likes sh**ting things.

It was on his land. He thought he'd get away with it.

Langley-Smythe. Didn't he buy Sir Henry Clegg's old place?

Yes.

He has a sh**ting party there this weekend.

Be realistic, Walker.

Go after that sort, you have to be sure of your facts.

What if a gamekeeper was taking pot-sh*ts at dogs?

You'd still need solid evidence of malice.

Any third-party witnesses?

-No. -So it's her word against his?

I believe her.

He'll have the local bench sh**ting with him Saturday.

Let it go, Walker. You're on a hiding to nothing.

Sarge.

-Come on, copper, want a race? -Hurry up, slowcoach!

-You little swines! -(BOY) Hurry up, copper.

-I nearly broke my neck. -What are you gonna do now?

I'm sorry, Rosie, if was down to me--

That sort always get away with it.

If the dog was out of control, he was within his rights.

He wasn't! He was just running about like dogs do.

Oh! I know it's all my fault.

Was your aunt very upset?

We buried him this afternoon under an apple tree in her garden.

There you are, Rosie. Get that down you.

Well?

I haven't had a chance to tell him yet.

Tell me what?

BABY CRIES

(SIMON) Shut up!

I'm fed up with this.

Every ruddy night, it's the same thing.

Simon, all babies wake up at night.

It doesn't mean we have to wake up as well.

I said we should get a proper nanny.

I don't want a nanny. I want to do it myself.

But you're useless at it.

Instead we have a district nurse traipsing in and out every day.

I like Carol. It's not as if I have any friends round here.

How can you count her as a friend? She's a nurse.

I was a secretary when you met me.

Now you're my wife, and I expect you to behave accordingly.

When have you ever made the effort to make friends?

Every dinner party we go tom you sit there like a stuffed dummy.

I don't get along with those sort of people.

We all know who you do get on with.

Simon, we've been through this. Harry's your cousin.

As usual, you go getting the wrong end of the stick.

I don't suppose I'll ever know the truth.

I'm telling you the truth. I always have.

Put him back in the nursery now, or I'll do it myself.

I mean it, Julie.

Two kids on bikes, and you couldn't catch 'em?

-If I'd been in the patrol car-- -I had Galloway on the phone.

-I want this sorted. No more excuses. -Yes, sergeant.

What's the matter with lads today? They want cosseting.

Patrol cars!

I've rode more miles on a bike than I care to remember.

I was just about to go round to your place.

-First on my list. -That won't be necessary.

You've been so kind, but you mustn't come over any more.

-Ow! -What happened to you?

It was an accident.

What kind of an accident?

Take the sunglasses off.

Did he do this to you?

He doesn't mean to hurt me. I make him angry.

-It was an accident. -Come over to my place.

-Let me examine you properly. -No.

I'll be fine. I have to go, cos the baby's in the car.

ROB: How badly hurt was she?

I'm not sure. She wouldn't let me examine her.

The poor girl just had a baby, and he beats her up.

-Do we know that for certain? -Don't be such a policeman!

I'm asking a question any court would ask.

She said she had an accident. Her face accidentally hit his fist.

Oops. You know the sort of thing.

Will she be willing to make a complaint?

I shouldn't think so.

Believe me, Carol, I would love to nick him,

but domestic v*olence is a minefield.

She's putting a brave face on it, but clearly she's frightened of him.

-She needs help. -She has to ask.

That gives you a great excuse to do nothing.

A serious as*ault has taken place.

I'll talk to Miller about it.

I can only guess what he'll say.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

With that boneshaker, you'd need to be Superman to get up that hill.

Superman? I'm so unfit, I can't catch a couple of scrawny kids.

Why not bring the bike to the garage? Maybe we can do something.

BELL RINGS Listen up, everyone.

Gina has an announcement to make.

Just be quiet at the back.

We don't want to make thing of it.

I think you should.

Gina, go on. Why not?

Well, me and Phil,

we've had our ups and downs, that's for sure,

but he is the only man for me.

And I absolutely love him to bits. And we're gonna get married.

CHEERING

I'd just like to add my congratulations to Gina

and "Who's A Lucky Boy?" Bellamy.

I'm not saying this lightly, but drinks are on the house.

CHEERING

-He's right, you're a lucky man. -Think I don't know?

-It's Gina I feel sorry for. -Better plan a hen night.

I haven't thought about that or anything else!

You're a bad lad, Oscar.

I know. What are we drinking?

-I could m*rder a pint. -You're on milk.

A half, then?

I want you fit as a fiddle when we marry.

You're the best medicine anybody could wish for.

Oh!

-Let's see the ring. -Thanks, Jeff.

-Good for them, eh? -Yeah.

I will talk to Miller, see what can be done.

Thanks. Poor Julie.

She must have thought he was a knight in shining armour once.

Sometimes things do work out.

Fill those glasses. You have to drink for me now.

Come on. I'll get you one.

I hope you have something decent for us to sh**t at.

I don't think you'll be disappointed.

Didn't know there'd be ladies joining us.

Excuse me.

As you can see, this isn't terribly convenient.

-I've come to see Julie. -The baby's fine.

I thought I'd make sure she was all right after her accident.

Good morning, Your Lordship.

Nurse Cassidy, how are you? Did I hear an accident?

-I wondered where Julie was. -I'm teaching her to ride.

She took a tumble, poor thing. Nothing serious.

-Oh, dear. -But she's a new mum.

So we must take proper care of her, mustn't we, Mr Langley-Smythe?

-Yes. I'll show you in. -I know my way.

Have a drink, Charles?

He sh**t a dog, and is now b*ating up his wife.

Sure you haven't got a grudge against this man?

Of course not.

Nurse Cassidy only told me about the b*ating last night.

-Have you talked to the wife? -No.

It's Nurse Cassidy's notion we should intervene.

It would be.

Don't get me wrong, a man who hits his wife is a coward in my book.

I've no time for him.

-Should I talk to her? -You can try.

But they can cry on your shoulder, tell you what a brute he is,

then they change their tune. Won't hear a word against him.

So he gets away with it?

-Again, we do nothing? -Don't make it personal.

I'm not. This woman was seriously assaulted.

Isn't she entitled to the law's protection?

You get involved in a domestic,

you might make things worse, not better.

And she'll be at the receiving end. It's up to you.

When we first met he was so romantic.

He'd send me flowers every day.

He loves me, I know he does,

but since we've had Charlie, it's just got difficult.

-Did he hit you in the stomach? -No.

He doesn't mean to hurt me.

CASSIDY: I think you should see a doctor.

I couldn't. It'd be too embarrassing.

Julie, some of these bruises are quite nasty.

Oh, they'll heal.

Has he ever been violent with Charlie?

No, of course not.

He adores his son.

You should've seen his face when they said it was a boy. So proud.

How about I make an appointment with the obstetrician?

Tell Simon it's a regular post-natal check up.

Yeah, but he'd know, wouldn't he?

He can't do this to you, Julie.

It's wrong.

I know that.

But I love him.

And he loves me.

This is all just a terrible mistake.

I don't know what I'd do if he left me.

Hey. Come on.

It's brilliant! It feels a ton lighter.

That's cos it is. I chipped it down, made it more of a racer.

I reckon I could get a bit of speed up on this.

Now you can catch those little so-and-sos.

They won't get away with it.

It's magic. You're a real pal.

You wouldn't look too bad on a proper racing bike.

I'd look better in a car.

Always fancied those blokes in the Tour de France!

The muscles on their legs! Come on.

Roll up your trouser leg.

-Let's have a look. -Get off!

Not in trouble with the law, are you, Simon?

The truth is, Charles, I am.

I caught a dog ripping my pheasants apart.

SIMON: It was going berserk. I had to sh**t it. No choice really.

It belonged to the girl at the garage.

That was unfortunate. Let me have a word with Walker.

-He's a decent enough fellow. -I'd be most grateful.

I don't want to upset the locals.

Simon's just told me about the dog.

-Has he? -We're all dog-lovers here.

But if one of mine went berserk, worrying livestock,

-I'd sh**t it myself. I'd have to. -I appreciate that.

Would a small offer of compensation set the matter straight?

The girl works at Scripps'. I'd be happy to be an intermediary.

You could try it.

How is your wife, Mr Langley-Smythe?

My wife? She's fine, thank you.

I thought she took a tumble from a horse?

-She did. -That would explain it.

-Explain what? -She's been seen in the village.

Several people seemed to think she was the victim of an as*ault.

LAUGHS

That's absurd.

She's got a few cuts and bruises from the fall.

SIMON: The district nurse is looking after her.

That's a relief. Just thought I'd follow it up.

I'm most grateful for your concern.

[span]Here they come. [/span]

Enjoy your sh**ting.

Mr Galloway, here's the plan. I'll be in that shed over this wall,

you can see for miles from there, and lie in wait.

-What if they don't come? -They'll come, Mr Galloway.

-It's all about psychology. -Oh, aye?

They think they've got one over on me,

so they'll be back to relive their triumph.

They won't be able to resist.

Unless their mum stops them going out.

That's possible I suppose,

but I think they're too devious for that.

The criminal mind can form very early on.

You're the copper, you should know.

Shall I get the wife to make you up some sandwiches and a flask?

That'd be lovely.

I've a feeling you'll be out there a while.

Hi.

-Good day? -No, not really.

Seems the entire village has heard about your little accident.

-Who have you been talking to? -No-one.

Probably that wretched nurse sticking her nose in.

-I told you to get rid of her. -I tried.

I asked her not to come over.

You're so full of yourself, aren't you?

-All you care about is the brat. -Don't call him that. He's your son.

-You don't care a jot about me. -That's not true.

It's damn hard, moving into a new place,

trying to make your mark, meet the right people.

-A sh**t costs a small fortune. -I know.

Where were you? I'm always having to make excuses for you.

I'm sorry.

You're such a pretty girl. People always want to talk to you.

You don't have to be so nervous all the time.

I'll try harder. I promise.

Come here. I'm not going to hurt you.

What happened to us, kitten?

Hm? We used to have such fun.

We did.

I'd pick you up from the flat. We'd drive to the coast.

Everything was perfect then.

I love you so much, but you do make it hard for me.

I know.

I'm sorry.

What we need is a fresh start, put all this behind us.

Yes. I can be the sort of wife you want,

but... you just have to be patient with me.

I will. It's just been a very tough time.

And not get so angry.

Oh, my poor kitten.

I've been a beast to you.

But it won't happen again, I promise you.

Oh, Simon!

GALLOWAY: Oh!

Oh! Mr Galloway.

You've missed 'em. Three gates, they opened.

We've been chasing sheep half the evening.

What do we pay taxes for?

Oh, 'eck! I'm sorry.

I shall be having a word with your Sergeant Miller.

-You're looking better. -I am. I'm much better.

Me and Simon have had a talk. He's gonna change.

-He's promised. -That's good.

Besides, all marriages have rough patches.

The first baby can put a strain on things for a lot of people.

But we will get through it. I know we will.

Underneath, he's the same man I married.

I'm pleased.

I know you've been doing your job, but I think we're friends.

I regard myself as your friend. If you don't feel the same--

Don't be silly. Of course I do. We are.

We should go out for a drink.

You should meet people in the village.

[span]Yes, I'd love that. [/span]

[span]Some of Simon's business contacts are a bit fuddy duddy, [/span]

[span]with terrifying wives. [/span]

Let's make a definite date.

Here's someone else you should meet.

Robert, I think you've met Mrs Langley-Smythe.

Please! Julie. Langley-Smythe is such a mouthful.

-Hello, Julie. -Rob's our local PC.

-I have actually met your husband. -Yes, he said.

Some awful business with a dog.

I hope you don't hold it against him. This is Charlie.

RON: Hello, Charlie. He's a handsome little fella.

Well, isn't this jolly?

I'm afraid we'll have to make a dash for it, darling.

-CASSIDY: Don't forget our drink. -OK.

Nice to see you, Nurse Cassidy.

Take care, Julie.

He wasn't too pleased to see you.

No. I had a word with him yesterday.

I let him know I knew what was going on and I had my eye on him.

About time that bully was shamed into behaving himself.

Let's hope it works.

Carol invited me for a drink. Isn't that sweet of her?

If that's the sort of person you want to socialize with...

Darling, don't be so stuffy.

What does it matter how much money people have? You said make friends.

I didn't know you and Constable Walker were so chummy.

I only just met him.

I find that hard to believe.

-Carol introduced us. -SIMON: Yes.

He was just making a fuss over Charlie, wasn't he?

I'm not a fool, you know.

You forget we've been here before.

I don't know what you're talking about.

It doesn't matter.

No-one wants any unpleasantness, certainly not over a dog.

-I appreciate that, Your Lordship. -I knew Simon's father.

Very successful banker. A pretty hard act to follow.

In fact I don't think Simon fared too well when he tried the City.

Maybe country life will suit him better.

He needs to learn to treat people properly, starting with his wife.

-What do you mean exactly? -Take no notice. Village gossip.

I've fallen off horses, but I never got a black eye doing so.

As you say... village gossip.

Thankfully, it's not up to us to interfere in people's private lives.

Just want to pay us off for the dog. Settle a bit of unpleasantness.

We'll turn a blind eye to him b*ating his wife cos he's rich.

-That's enough. -If he comes in, I'm not serving him.

I'm sorry, Your Lordship.

Right, Mr Galloway, here's the plan.

They won't get away this time.

Copper!

BOY: How are you going to get us now, copper?

Good evening.

-Constable Walker. -Rob, please.

-JULIE: How are you? -Good. You?

Good, thank you.

Imagine what Miller's gonna say!

-He gave me a right roasting before. -Come on. You've done your best.

I can't be beaten by a couple of kids.

Do they always get away by crossing the stream?

I suppose they do.

-Why, what are you thinking? -Nothing. Just a notion.

CASSIDY: Rosie, this is Julie Langley-Smythe.

Your poor dog! I'm so sorry.

It was my aunt's. I take him for walks.

JULIE: I hate g*ns and all that sh**ting.

I know it's part of country life, but I can't get used to it.

It's over with. It was my fault, should have kept him on a lead.

This is Gina. She runs the pub.

-Hiya. -Welcome to Aidensfield.

We've been here a bit, but it's like I just moved.

Sit down. I'll get the drinks.

Two G&Ts and a pint please, Gina.

You were very nice, considering.

You can still see the black eye under her makeup.

JULIE: Sorry I'm late.

Do you know, they're a jolly nice lot.

You should have come.

Lot. Lot! I thought it was just Nurse Cassidy you were meeting.

I met Gina who runs the pub.

And Rosie. I had to apologise about the dog.

I don't see why.

I ended up having a nice chat with her.

And Rob Walker, the policeman, he was there.

LAUGHS What a surprise!

The ubiquitous Constable Walker.

And did he ply you with drinks?

You've clearly had a skinful.

I've had a couple of G&Ts.

What happened after you left the pub?

I got a taxi home.

You expect me to believe that?

Yes.

When did you really meet him?

-Who? -Walker!

Don't say "the other day", because I know you're lying.

Why would I lie?

You're after him, just like before with Harry.

Sniffing around him like a bitch on heat.

[span]Rob Walker?! That's absurd. [/span]

Why do you keep doing this?

You've been making a fool of me all along.

Simon, you said you wouldn't do this again. You promised me.

If you want to leave me, there's the door.

I can promise you one thing. You will never see your son again.

Please don't do this.

Sometimes men look at me.

I've never done anything to encourage them. I swear to you.

Don't lie to me, you slut!

Carol, you have to come quick.

Please, Carol. Please!

-Where's the fire? -Julie just phoned me.

She sounded so frightened.

She begged for help, then got cut off.

Let's take your car.

What's that?

It's Julie!

CASSIDY: Hey.

It's OK. You're safe.

-Where's Charlie? -He's fine. Don't worry.

Looks like she's awake, Sarge.

Mrs Langley-Smythe, can you manage to tell us what happened?

I've got nothing to say.

-What do you want? -Your wife is in hospital.

She has two broken ribs and multiple lacerations.

Do you know how she came by those injuries?

Nothing to do with me.

She walked out last night, left me. Stupid cow.

Where's your son?

Asleep in the nursery.

SERGEANT: We'd like to see him.

Do you have a warrant to enter this house?

We can get one.

We can also contact Social Services about your son's welfare.

Seems all right, Sarge.

Satisfied?

Not really. You say your wife walked out on you. When?

Yesterday evening.

-We had words. She upped and left. -ROB: Did you hit her?

Does she say that I did?

She doesn't, does she? Or you'd arrest me.

Answer the question. Did you b*at her?

No, absolutely not.

-If you didn't, who did? -How should I know?

She was fine when she left. She must have been assaulted.

I hope you use your best efforts to find her assailant.

Oh, we will. Believe me.

Does he really think he'll get away with this?

Unless she can be persuaded to complain, we have nothing.

I understand why you don't want to talk to the police.

At least tell me what happened.

He... he accused me of chasing after Rob Walker.

That's ridiculous.

Any man looks at me twice, and he goes mad.

I swear to you Carol, I've never given him cause.

I'm sure you haven't. It's him, Julie, not you.

That's why you have to stop it now.

You have to give evidence against him.

You don't understand.

I can't.

He'd never let me see Charlie again.

There's your stream.

The only way down to it from that farm is down this track.

Let's see what we've got.

This'll do for starters.

Hi, Rob.

We heard about Julie. Is she gonna be all right?

-Not really. She's in hospital. -I hope you locked him up.

No. She won't give a statement. We can't prove it was him.

That's domestics for you. Always a nightmare.

When we found her, she was three miles from the house.

She couldn't have got there alone. He put her in a car and dumped her.

So we'll do a door to door to find witnesses.

-I'll give you a hand. -You're on the sick.

I can manage a few doors. That animal wants putting away.

I'll get my uniform.

Hello, darling. How are you feeling?

I told the police they have to find those thugs.

Do you think you could excuse us, Nurse Cassidy?

I'll stay unless Julie definitely wants me to go.

I'm sending Charlie to stay with my Aunt Marion in York.

What! You can't. Someone

must look after him till you're back on your feet.

I'd be happy to take care of him.

You've a full-time job. We couldn't impose on you.

-I can look after him myself. -From a hospital bed? Don't be silly.

Once you come home, then Charlie will come home.

I want my baby. You can't take him away from me.

Do you think you can blackmail her into keeping quiet?

I don't think it's up to you to come become between man and wife.

You need help, Simon. Proper psychiatric help.

You have the qualifications to give that opinion, Nurse Cassidy?

You'd really like to put me in my place, wouldn't you?

That's what you do, isn't it?

A pathetic, inadequate man who relies on his money and fists

to control people.

Go on. You know you want to.

I'm just some stupid nurse getting in your way.

-You could teach me a lesson. -Stop it! Stop it.

SNIGGERS

If you'd like to do something really useful,

you could go and put these lovely flowers in water.

Just leave us. I'll be fine.

Have you heard about Julie, Your Lordship?

-He's finally put her in hospital. -What happened?

Nobody knows for sure. It's best left to the police.

She's too scared to give evidence, so the police can't arrest him.

Maybe you could have a talk with him. He might listen to you.

I nearly had him. He was that close to punching me.

Are you mad? You could have been seriously hurt.

And he'd be behind bars.

You can't. It's too dangerous.

If Julie wants to stick by him, it's her choice.

We can't do anything.

He's blackmailing her. It's blatant. She goes back or she loses the baby.

Promise me you'll stay away.

Someone must do something, or that woman will end up dead.

You're lucky to catch me. I was off to the hospital.

I expect you heard what happened. She was att*cked.

Dreadful business.

The local plod do seem to be dragging their heels over it.

I wonder what your father would say to you if he were alive today.

M-my father? W-what...

Any man who raises his hand to a woman

is certainly not a gentleman.

I don't know what village gossip--

And then to lie about it, to terrorise her into silence!

ASHFORDLY: You are the worst kind of coward.

Your father would be disgusted with you.

It's not true. I only--

ASHFORDLY: You only what?

You're still not man enough to face the truth, are you?

I want nothing more to do with you.

And if any of my friends or acquaintances ask me why,

I shall tell them exactly the kind of man you are.

Never seen such a ruddy palaver just to catch a couple of kids.

I think we're in business.

Right.

Right. Names and addresses.

And no monkey business.

You two are in deep trouble.

I think we'll go home and see your mother. Get up.

Shut up.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

How are you feeling?

Everything hurts.

I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come along.

-Thank you. -We just want to help.

-But without a statement-- -I can't.

You don't understand.

-Then explain to me. -He'll take Charlie.

I'll never see my son again.

Then you get yourself a solicitor and you go to court.

Court? Simon knows half the judges in the county.

He's a very rich man.

He'll... hire himself one of the best lawyers money can buy.

Once they've finished with me,

nobody will believe I'm fit to take care of my own son.

I think you're wrong.

You tell the truth about what he's done to you.

That and medical reports, the court will look at the evidence.

I wish I could believe you.

What will it be like for Charlie?

Growing up, knowing his father beats his mother?

He'd never touch Charlie.

Maybe not as a baby, but kids growing up can be very annoying.

When Simon's anger turns on him, how will you protect him?

I don't know.

Oh, well, isn't this cosy? Sign this.

-What is it? -You're discharging yourself.

We're go back to London.

-London? When? -Now. Today.

I've had enough of this godforsaken place. I'm selling up.

Just sign the form, Julie.

-I don't want to go back to London. -I don't intend to argue.

Just do as you're told.

-No. -What do you mean no?

I want to stay in Aidensfield.

Either you sign this and come with us now,

or I'm walking out of this hospital

and taking Charlie to London with me.

No.

I won't be your punchbag anymore.

If you want me to make a statement, I will.

And I will divorce you.

You'll never see Charlie again.

You know that.

When what you've done comes out in court,

none of your connections will stop Julie getting custody.

Will you listen to him? PC Plod, what does he know?

He's a nobody. He hasn't got a clue.

ROB: I know this much -- you're under arrest.

Want to resist, Simon? I wish you would.

She made a statement. He's up before the magistrate in the morning.

That's something. It won't be easy for her.

Makes you appreciate what you've got.

I know where they live. I said to their mam,

"Any more gates opened, and you will hear from me."

As a copper, sometimes you have to go the extra mile.

Indeed you do.