17x06 - Touch And Go

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

Spare keys for the police house, Sergeant.

I've had copies cut for the new chap.

So why are you giving them to me? Why not put them in the box?

Or is there something else?

Actually, it's this move to the Met.

I know it's what I wanted but...

ever since the posting came through...

Cold feet.

It's more than that. I don't want to leave Aidensfield.

It's a bit late now, lad.

- PC Wetherby arrives soon. - I know.

And even if I did want to stay, it won't fill YOUR heart with joy.

If the Met doesn't suit,

you can always try for a country posting later on.

DOOR OPENS

Here he is. Come here. Let me give you a hand with that.

Never did learn the art of travelling light. Don Wetherby.

- Reporting for duty. - Phil Bellamy.

I'll get Sergeant Miller.

And this... This is Geoff Younger.

- How do you do? - I've er...

got a set of dumb bells in my bag.

Have a lend, if you want. Build yourself up a bit.

Thank you.

So, the sarge, what's he like?

Can't be worse than my last one. He was a right...

You'll find me firm, but fair, I like to think.

Come on in.

There's nothing like the moors, is there?

I hear you're off to the Met?

Not a lot of sheep there. How can you leave all this?

My secretary's explained your dilemma, Mr Philpott.

It's not entirely straightforward.

I realise that. I just want to see my son.

Jimmy Masters.

Well, legally, he's still Jimmy Philpott.

His mother and I are divorced,

but I never let her new husband adopt him.

I've been out in Rhodesia the last four years.

I'll be applying for shared custody.

Rhodesia?

I'm in the security forces.

Don't believe the newspapers. It's a great place to live.

PHONE RINGS

You're not going to let me see him, are you?

Legally, I can't.

It's been four years, man. He's my kid.

Can you tell me anything about him, at least?

How's he doing?

Is he happy?

Jimmy's a nice boy.

He's in the top stream, about halfway in his class.

He's keen on cars and engines.

And yes, he seems happy.

OK, if you roll your sleeve up for me, Jimmy.

Don't worry, it won't hurt.

As far as you can, please.

That's taking modesty a bit far, isn't it?

That's nasty. How'd you come by that, then?

I fell.

Just pop our shirt off for me, would you?

I fell, like I said.

Shirt, Jimmy.

I was mending my dad's engine on our Land Rover

and the bonnet fell on me.

So, brand-new kingdom, eh?

If you like.

- Do you get much trouble? - Some.

That's why you're off, is it?

Bigger fish? Bigger puddles?

Well, it's a mistake, trust me.

I'd stay in a cushy place like this for life.

This place isn't as cushy as you might think.

- There's a real knack to it. - Don't you worry about me, mate.

I'll be fine.

Come in.

- All done? - Yeah.

Good. How's the appeal going?

Ground to a bit of a halt, I'm afraid. We're £ short.

Well, if the school can help in any way...

Actually, I'd like to have a word with you about one of the boys,

Jimmy Masters, in P.

Second time his name has come up today.

Something we should be concerned about?

Maybe. He's... quite badly bruised.

I asked him about it and he was, mm, well, vague.

I wondered if we should involve the police.

SPIRITED SHOUTING

MUSIC: 'Down The Dustpipe' by Status Quo

♪ Heading down the back turnpike

♪ Signposts are pointing west

♪ Fell into the lonely dustpipe

♪ Hope my pickup can stand the test

♪ But I'm doin' all right now

♪ Rolling down the dustpipe... ♪ CHEERING

We must support Nurse Cassidy's appeal.

It's a very good cause. It shouldn't be impossible to raise £.

I think it's amazing what they can do these days.

My sister needed dialysis three times a week before she passed away.

Up and down to London. It wore her out.

A dialysis machine at Ashfordly General

would make a great deal of difference to a great many people.

Only if we can raise the rest of the money.

I know. What about a talent contest?

In my youth, I was known as the Gracie Fields of Filey.

Hiya. What can I get you?

Actually, I'm looking for a B&B.

For a week or so, maybe longer.

Get an excellent breakfast here. Best eggs and bacon

this side of the Pennines.

I'm waiting for eggs, actually. He's late today.

Do you want to come through? I'll book you in.

PEGGY WARBLES: ♪ Sally, Sally

♪ Don't ever wander... ♪

All right, thank you. We don't have a music licence here.

This is Don Wetherby.

He's replacing me.

Pleased to meet you.

Don, was it?

PC Wetherby.

It's best to preserve the formalities, don't you think?

Always awkward arresting someone who knows you by your first name.

I hope you won't be arresting me.

Well, that depends on how often you break the law.

I have been known to do a spot of mass murdering

when business was on the slow side.

But only when there's an R in the month.

- When will you be leaving, PC Mason? - Monday.

Don't you worry. You'll have me to keep you on your toes.

So you think the boy's been beaten?

It's not a one-off event, like he claims.

Some of those bruises are weeks old.

The head's very hot on bullying here,

so I'd be inclined to find out more about the family.

I booked him an emergency appointment at Ashfordly General,

but I can't get a hold of his mother and I need her permission at least.

Yeah, well, you keep trying. I'll have a word with Jimmy.

You'll be gentle?

Of course you will, I'm sorry.

How about a quiz show?

- Take Your Pick. - Double Your Money.

Excellent choice. I never miss it. How about it, Blaketon, hm?

A pound to enter and all the proceeds to Nurse Cassidy's appeal?

- How do we raise the prize money? - I'll put it up.

- It should be rather amusing. - That's very generous.

But I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the game.

It's quite simple. You choose a specialist subject

The first question wins you a pound, then each question doubles in value.

Get one wrong and you lose the lot.

If you get the £ question right, you can go for the £.

And if I'm footing the bill, that's the highest we will be going for.

- We could stage it here, Blaketon. - You could be Hughie Green, Oscar.

And Gina, you can be his glamorous assistant Monica Rose.

I'm not being Monica Rose. She's dead common.

Who was that one before Monica?

The blonde woman with the big earrings?

Sabrina? I could have a go at Sabrina.

Lots of men have felt the same way, Gina.

Hang on. There has to be a prize for the winner.

Where's your public spirit? All the money goes to Carol's appeal.

Yeah, but folk won't make fools of themselves for nowt.

It's a fair point.

I know. Anyone who gets a £ question right gets free drinks.

- For a week. - For the night.

If there's a prize, there should be a forfeit.

After all, nobody has to go for the £ question.

Excellent idea, Gina. You think up some good forfeits.

That'll keep people on their toes.

We have a plan, then.

On the strict condition, Blaketon, that you give us your Hughie Green.

GROANS

Don't run!

Why have you called a policeman? I haven't done anything wrong.

Nobody thinks that you've done anything wrong, Jimmy.

We just a bit con...

We're just a bit concerned about your bruises.

We'd like you to see a doctor.

Nobody's hit me, honest. The bonnet fell down on top of me.

Keen on motors, are you?

It wasn't my dad.

- What's this? - Double Your Money.

Any suggestions for questions will be gratefully accepted.

And this is PC Don Wetherby.

Charmed, I'm sure.

- Get you lads a drink? - We're on duty.

I'm surprised at you, Mr Blaketon. I thought you were in the force.

Before you were born, Constable.

- Can I get you a drink? - Yeah. Pint of bitter, please.

Things have changed since your day.

- I'll soon sort this place out. - Wouldn't that be nice?

Gina, sorry I'm so late. I've had the morning from...

You!

- Hey! - George!

I'm not having this. Not in my pub.

Oi! Oi!

Stop! That's enough. Stop!

- I didn't do anything. You saw. - Go back where you came from.

- You're not wanted here. - Enough!

Do you know this man, sir?

He knows me right, and I know him.

You better step outside till you calm down.

Will you be pressing charges, sir?

That was an unprovoked as*ault.

- We all witnessed it. - Don.

- This is my patch now, Mason. - Not yet it's not.

I think we can sort this out privately, don't you, sir?

- Be best all round. - I recommend you do press charges.

In fact, I urge you to.

This is better than Bonanza.

Come on!

Yes, I want to press charges for as*ault.

- Why, you... - Sorry you all had to witness that.

But this man is the man who ruined my life!

Female undergarments through the ages.

You'll want something on cars,

won't you, Mr Scripps? - Me? I'm not entering.

Have you thought up the forfeits, Gina?

I've got a few ideas, but they're for me to know.

And who's setting the questions, Oscar?

I mean, we want everything square and above board, don't we?

Whoever suggests a category sets the questions.

As long as they don't answer them themselves,

if that's what you're thinking.

Do you know, Hughie Green is always very polite.

I think you might find that a bit of a challenge, Mr Blaketon.

Don't you dare smile.

- What's happened? Is it Jimmy? - Mrs Masters?

Tell me.

We've arrested your husband, Mrs Masters, for a violent as*ault.

George? No, you've made some sort of mistake.

George wouldn't hurt a fly.

But you won't get him back. I won't let you.

Interview room.

Perhaps you'd care to step into my office, sir.

Check if he's got a record.

Perhaps he'd like to teach me how to suck eggs whilst he's at it.

I was there, Mrs Masters.

Mr Philpott did nothing to provoke your husband.

Not today maybe. What's Max doing here, for heaven's sake!

I understand you have a history.

Everyone has a history with Max. He can cause a riot in a monastery.

I knew he'd come back one day. I just knew he couldn't leave it.

They used to be best friends...

in the same regiment, ten years or more.

And when I finally left Max,

George used to come round to check I was OK.

He stole my wife.

He sat and watched as things went wrong,

and the minute my back was turned he took my wife and my son.

Ruined my life.

George and I fell in love.

It's as simple as that.

He inherited this place

and when he finally left the Army

we decided to make a go of it.

Jimmy adores him.

And Mr Philpott?

He went off to Rhodesia.

Ian Smith declared UDI.

I expect it suits him to have people to look down on.

We were well sh*t of him.

I want to be part of my son's life.

I want to show him Africa. A boy should see that.

You custody issue is a civil dispute, not a police matter.

What can you hope to gain by making a formal complaint?

- You're not hurt. - He hit me without provocation.

He's a danger to me as I go about my lawful business.

Your job is to keep the peace.

Max was a damned good soldier, but those qualities

don't necessarily make you a decent human being.

He's hurt my family. I lost my temper. I shouldn't have done.

I apologise.

Have you ever been convicted of a criminal offence, sir?

No, I've told you. You're not listening!

That's quite a nasty temper you've got.

If Max is back, then he's here to cause trouble.

And he's started already, hasn't he? PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

Masters Farm.

Hello, Carol.

What shall I do?

Of course. I'll meet you there.

It's started. Jimmy's been hurt.

I have to get to Ashfordly Hospital.

He wants some water.

I've got him exactly where I want him.

Good for you.

George Masters does have a record, by the way.

Actual bodily harm. Four years suspended sentence.

- They're phoning the details over. - Yes!

Thanks... Alf, isn't it?

Mr Ventress.

It's best if we preserve the formalities,

in case you have to arrest me.

This is the countryside, lad. The bush telegraph works overtime.

I wasn't expecting to see you here.

It's the boy. I think he's being beaten.

Really?

We've just arrested his dad, or stepdad, for as*ault, Phil.

I asked you if you had any convictions. You said no.

- It was suspended. - It's still a conviction, sir.

There were extenuating circumstances.

- I didn't think it counted. - Maybe.

Or maybe you deliberately lied to us.

I think he lies, PC Younger.

If you lied about that, Mr Masters, what else are you lying about?

I lost my temper for minute, that's all.

That's all.

I'm very impressed, young David.

Well, you should be swotting, as well.

I'm not entering, I told you. Not unless there's an emergency.

How can entering a quiz be an emergency?

Exactly.

Excuse me.

The bruising's extensive and some of it's quite old.

Mary said she didn't notice.

Is that possible?

I don't know. Jimmy's at an age where he's embarrassed by his body.

He may have kept himself covered up. The house man's done tests.

He wants him to come back tomorrow to see a specialist.

So there's a chance Jimmy's at risk from George Masters?

We can't assume it, but... yeah. There's a chance.

George did not hurt Jimmy.

The car bonnet fell down on him, he told you.

I'm afraid the bruising's not entirely consistent with that.

This is Max. This is all Max.

Your ex-husband's had no contact with Jimmy.

It's not George.

And I'll prove it to you.

Jimmy.

Tell them that your dad did not hurt you. Go on, love.

Jimmy.

The truth now, eh?

Did your dad, your dad George,

well, has he... Jimmy, has he ever hurt you?

Well done. That's all we wanted to know.

You've been very brave.

There we are. The specialist subjects.

So, one-pound entry fees into the jar, please.

And write your name and chosen subject on the pink slips.

- Bernie. - Not at the moment.

Ah. Game birds.

Most appropriate, Mrs Armstrong.

I believe you're something of a game bird yourself.

Yes, well, Lord Ashfordly will set the questions in this category.

Might I buy you a drink, my Lord?

I just want to say thank you for your generosity

in putting up the prize money.

Thank you, but I'm just leaving.

And be careful, Mrs Armstrong.

Your kind gesture might be construed as a bribe.

You're not after the answers, I trust?

Oh, as if I would. That would be cheating.

Indeed. But as you're here, do me a favour, would you

and give that to Oscar Blaketon? - I'd be delighted.

Jimmy confirmed that you've hurt him.

He's lying. What did he say exactly?

Look, you've got a violent criminal record.

You caused an unprovoked att*ck and Jimmy says you hurt him.

Do you really want the boy to go through a long interrogation

on top of everything else?

The only time I've ever touched him is when he deserved it.

We have to keep him locked up, don't we?

At least until the abuse is confirmed.

Thank you, PC Wetherby,

for your comprehensive analysis of the situation.

We can hold him on the as*ault charge.

Perhaps he'll be more forthcoming in the morning.

Lord Ashfordly asked me to give you this.

Here, don't you go impugning my honour.

As you can see, that envelope is sealed.

I have absolute faith in you, Mrs Armstrong.

DOOR OPENS

Thanks.

Jimmy.

When did your dad hurt you?

It's a secret. I'm not supposed to tell you.

I understand, sweetheart, but...

now you must.

I stole some crisps from a shop and Dad found out.

I asked him not to tell you and he took his belt to me.

I deserved it, but it really hurt, Mum.

It was ages ago and I haven't nicked anything since.

- GINA: There you go. - Cheers.

Ta.

Hiya, love.

Ohh... Did you have a rough day?

You really don't want to know. But that feels better.

You look like you needed that.

I thought it would be a really quiet day.

Like I said, this place has its ways.

You'll find it quieter at the Met.

Have I been a bit... you know, bull-in-a-china-shop?

A bit.

I get that when I'm nervous.

I'm sorry if I, er...

You know what I mean.

I bet you picked up a serious darts habit in North Allerton.

- Do you fancy a game? - You're on.

- I warn you, I'm quite competitive. - Oh, really?

I wanted to thank you, Constable, for your help today.

That's my job.

And it worked out rather well, didn't it?

- He's still in custody? - Well, not just cos of the as*ault.

It turns out he was violent at home too.

You were right to come back for your son.

It was just a punishment.

Jimmy deserved it, he said so.

Punishments have to hurt a bit. Don't the kids expect it?

This will make a difference, won't it?

I'll report it.

I'm so relieved.

I was imagining all sorts.

It just didn't make any sense to me. KNOCK AT DOOR

Excuse me.

Aren't you going to ask me in?

Morning, Constable.

Do you want me to stay?

Oh, there's no need.

Yes, please.

What's the matter, Mary? Frightened I'll be angry?

That you let that scum you married b*at my son black and blue?

Why would you allege something like that?

As my dad always said, ask a policeman.

Your colleague was very helpful.

Any chance of a brew, Mary?

Tell us about your conviction, George.

Suspended sentence. as*ault.

Yes.

On Max Philpott.

Something you forgot to mention.

I was upset when I heard.

I feel things deeply, Mary, you know that.

You haven't thought about Jimmy in four years.

Only every day.

I came back to see him.

He's old enough to understand now what went on.

I want to be part of his life.

He were that all right, and look how it turned out.

There's no need to be like this.

I'm here to rescue Jimmy.

I rescued him from you.

Does George hit you as well? Is that what you're scared to admit?

Get out, Max.

I've got a farm near Bulawayo.

It's beautiful.

In spring the trees are full of purple blossom.

It's very safe, good English schools. Jimmy'll love it there.

You want what's best for Jimmy, don't you?

Do not do this. You always do this.

I'll get custody, once the authorities know about George.

You must see, I can't leave my son in the hands of a monster.

You're the monster. Now get out.

I'll come back, Mary. Expect me.

'Max used to b*at both of them.'

Jimmy was terrified. Mary still has scars.

Anyway, after they were divorced, I went round there one day.

Max had Mary by the wrist.

He was forcing her round towards the cooker.

The gas was on.

She was whimpering like an animal. I had to protect her.

You're alleging Mr Philpott was violent?

I'm not alleging. It's a fact.

I stopped him. He took me to court. They found me guilty.

But I don't regret it. In fact, I'm proud of it.

Do you see? What he's like?

Everything he said was calm and reasonable.

That's how he works. He always sounds reasonable.

He just pushes it a bit further each time

until there's no way out but his.

First time he hit me...

I was ready to leave.

Talked me round, convinced me it was my fault, time and again.

Then he started on Jimmy.

I fought for him.

And George defended us.

Please. You've got to help me keep Max away from my boy.

Unless he actually breaks the law...

He doesn't want Jimmy. He wants to hurt me.

I left him, see? And that's not allowed.

Da-dah!

Oh, Gina.

I think it's best I do this as myself.

You promised Lord Ashfordly.

The Masters' stories match.

History of domestic v*olence, with Max Philpott chief villain.

Yeah, but Philpott couldn't have caused the bruising.

Perhaps she has a thing for violent men.

Maybe George is kicking seven shades out of the kid

and she's covering for him.

She wouldn't do that.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's . and so, without further ado,

here's your host, Mr Hughie Green!

SONG: 'Double Your Money' jingle

- Go on. - I can't do this, Gina.

You've got to. Get in. In!

APPLAUSE

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, friends,

and I mean that most sincerely.

So, who's the first contestant?

Me! APPLAUSE

I'm sorry I've kept you waiting for so long.

We'll have to wait overnight for a couple of results,

but I have a tentative diagnosis for you. I'm fairly certain.

George didn't hurt Jimmy.

I agree with you.

Jimmy has a serious imbalance of red and white blood cells

and one symptom of this is frequent and excessing bruising.

The smallest knock can cause a nasty-looking bruise.

Mrs Masters, it's possible that Jimmy has leukaemia.

Now, I don't want you to panic.

Jimmy's condition is serious,

but there are some remarkable treatments nowadays.

The NHS is the best in the world for this kind of condition.

Jimmy stands an excellent chance of making a full recovery.

We'll... know more in the morning.

APPLAUSE

To add £ to the appeal fund.

Which Irish veterinarian invented the first pneumatic bicycle tyre?

Dunlop.

Correct. CHEERING, APPLAUSE

For £, on British steam trains.

What do Kirtley, Johnson and Deeley locomotives

have in common?

They're all Midland trains.

Correct! CHEERING, APPLAUSE

So, David, for £,

the answer you gave was George Hughes.

The correct answer is...

Sir Henry Fowler.

- Oh! - Sorry, David, wrong answer.

But you still go away having raised £ for the dialysis machine.

Which means, David, you now have to pay a forfeit.

Oh, dear.

Statement here. Get them to sign at the bottom.

I've just had a phone call from Nurse Cassidy.

It seems that Jimmy Masters may have leukaemia.

Leukaemia? No! The poor lad.

Well, that explains the bruising.

It almost certainly lets George Masters off the hook.

The diagnosis won't be confirmed until the morning,

so we'll keep him till then, just in case.

- What about Philpott and the kid? - That is not a police matter.

But what does concern me greatly is how Philpott found out

that George Masters was suspected of domestic v*olence.

Er... That was me, Sarge.

It just sort of slipped out.

Being keen is all well and good, lad.

But you'd do better here if you don't run around like a dog,

barking one minute and wanting to be patted the next.

♪ Long to reign over us

♪ God save the Queen ♪

APPLAUSE

CHEERING Well done, David.

Right, then.

- Well, that just leaves Peggy. - Thank you, Sabrina.

Oh. No, that's not right. That's not the question I'm expecting.

How could you be expecting a question?

I'll repeat the question for £.

Which game bird, thought to be extinct in Scotland

by the th century, was reintroduced from Scandinavia?

Well, of all the sneaky...

Er...

Oh, the ptarmigan.

You answered the ptarmigan.

- But the correct answer is... - This isn't fair.

- ..the capercaillie. I'm sorry, Penny Armstrong, from Filey.

Incorrect answer, but you still go away

having raised £ for the appeal fund.

CHEERING, APPLAUSE

Which means the £ has not been answered

and nobody gets free drinks.

And your forfeit is...

Oh, don't worry. I'll sing anything you like.

Oh, I'm sure that would be lovely for everyone, Peggy Armstrong.

But your forfeit tonight is to do all the washing up.

It's a swiz!

Sorry I'm so late.

- How much have we made? - The total so far

in prize money and entrance fees: £.

Oh, £ short.

Mr Scripps'll have a go.

David, please.

You said you would if it was an emergency.

Oh, Bernie, would you?

Please, Bernie. The dialysis machine.

Go on.

CHEERING, APPLAUSE

Good for you, Bernie, and I mean that most sincerely.

If you can get to £, you'll be laughing.

And you'll get free drinks all night.

What category do you want, Bernie?

- There's only one of them I can do. - And that is?

The life and films of Judy Garland.

I'm a fan!

What did the doctor say?

We'll find out in the morning.

Hey, everything's going to be all right.

Bernie, from Aidensfield, you have raised £.

Now, for £, which will bring the grand total to £,

and for the free drinks:

in which non-musical film

did Judy Garland appear opposite Burt Lancaster?

That was Judgment at Nuremberg.

Oh, I never saw that. It was far too depressing.

Have to hurry you, Bernie.

They were both in Judgment At Nuremberg,

but I think this is a trick question, Oscar.

- Hughie. - Hughie.

Judgment At Nuremberg was made in .

In , they were in...

What was it?

With that ghastly child... A Child Is Waiting.

You said A Child Is Waiting.

And the correct answer is

I've never heard of that. He's mucked up.

A Child Is Waiting!

CHEERING, APPLAUSE

- You wonderful man. - Free drinks for Bernie.

Peggy, it's in the kitchen with you. Come on.

SONG: 'Double Your Money' jingle

It's the capercaillie, anyroad,

not the caper-caillie.

That's me packed. Didn't have as much as I thought.

You can have the bedroom now, if you want.

I'll be off at the cr*ck tomorrow, so I'll probably kip on the sofa.

Hey, cheer up. Miller's given me a hard time more than once.

Yeah. I bet you weren't an arrogant idiot who got everything wrong.

I just want to make my presence felt.

- You did that all right. - Yeah.

I did, didn't I?

They're putting up the team list today. Is my football shirt clean?

Yeah, it's on the dryer.

KNOCK AT DOOR Mum, someone's at the door.

I know.

Will you just check that your football socks don't smell too bad?

Mum!

Hi, Mary.

He's got it, hasn't he?

I'm sorry...

Do you know when my dad's coming home?

- I don't think it'll be long now. - Good.

- Come on, Mum, I'll be late. - Jimmy.

Sit down for a minute, could you?

Your mum and I have something to talk to you about.

You're free to go, Mr Masters.

So, it's leukaemia, then?

Yes. I'm really sorry.

You should be sorry about keeping me locked up when my family needed me.

George.

I'll give you a lift home.

It's the blue pair of pyjamas and the red.

Two pairs? How long am I going to be there?

Always have a spare of everything.

I've come for my answer.

I've got nothing to say to you.

Wrong answer!

I've had Jimmy put on my passport.

I'm going to show him Africa.

Over my dead body.

We're leaving today.

There's a ticket for you as well. Jimmy's in danger here.

He's in danger, but not from George.

He has leukaemia.

They're taking him in today as an emergency.

There are hospitals in Rhodesia.

HEATED DISCUSSION BELOW

He's staying here.

And look, maybe when this is all over...

he could come and see you, if that's what HE wants.

No, Mary!

That's not the plan.

You've had him for four years.

It's my turn!

I'm not scared of you any more.

Of course you are.

Admit it.

You don't care if Jimmy lives or dies.

You do.

Go on. Show me what a big man you are.

You left me.

George...

we had to investigate. You know that, don't you?

Don't ask me to forgive you, Constable. Just get me home.

Fetch Jimmy.

I'm not going to help you, Max.

Fetch Jimmy!

Put it down, son.

Run.

Aagh! Agh! Mum!

Come here! Get out!

Get in. Get in!

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police?

Come on.

Hey!

Aagh!

Turn right out of here.

Get off...

You're not going to take him... No!

Get off!

Get out!

Give me the keys to the Land Rover.

Now!

You'll rot in hell, do you know that?

SOBS

Max! No, please let him go! Please!

Jimmy!

- Let him go. - Dad!

I'm your dad, Jimmy. Remember that.

Let him go. You don't want him. Your argument's with me.

Put the g*n down, Mr Philpott.

If you're the best the British police force can offer these days,

then we're doomed.

Back off!

Look, be sensible, Mr Philpott. Just calm down.

I'm not afraid to sh**t. g*nsh*t

Jimmy, run!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

You! Give me the keys to the car.

No chance. Think of the... consequences.

It's too late now.

I either win or lose.

Then let the boy go.

Make me.

I will, if I have to.

Oh, fancy being a hero, do you, Constable?

It's Max, isn't it?

Hey, come on.

Just give it up.

You're outnumbered. You've only got one cartridge.

That's right.

Humour him. Talk him down.

I've been trained too, you know.

Come on. Just give it up, before anything terrible happens.

It already has.

Mary left me.

I know how that feels.

I do, Max.

The pain goes away.

It does. It will.

Jimmy, go back to your mother.

Go on!

No, no, no!

Phil!

No!

- No! - I've got you.

Oh, I want my Gina...!

MUSIC: 'Day Is Done' by Nick Drake

♪ When the day is done

♪ Down to earth then sinks the sun

♪ Along with everything That was lost and won

♪ When the day is done

♪ When the day is done

♪ Hope so much your race Will be all run

♪ Then you find you jumped the g*n

♪ Have to go back where you began

- ♪ When the day is done - Can I have a word?

♪ When the night is cold

♪ Some get by, but some get old

♪ Just to show life's Not made of gold

- ♪ When the night is cold - GINA: Noooo!

No!

♪ Got no-one to call your own

♪ Got no place to call your home

♪ When the bird has flown

You saw Gina?

How did she take it?

♪ When the game's been fought

♪ You sped the ball across the court

What are we going to do, Sergeant?

We're going to finish our drinks.

To Phil.

To Phil.

Phil. Phil.

♪ Along with everything That was lost and won

♪ When the day is done ♪