18x01 - Family Matters

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

Don't worry.

We've already got our hostage, Sergeant Miller.

- Cheryl! - Dad.

SOBS

If you wanna see her again,

you do exactly as we say.

We need information.

You tell anyone or you don't cooperate, she's dead.

- What information? - Wait for the call.

g*nsh*t

TYRES SQUEALING

It's me, love.

No, I'm fine. I'm fine.

It's just that I-I-I won't be able

to get back tonight, love.

We're up to our eyes in it.

This conference thing tomorrow, you know.

Has anyone called for me at home?

No, no, no, it's just if they do,

tell them that they can contact me at the station.

I-I-I'm really sorry about tonight, Jean.

You take care of yourself, love.

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

BIRDS CHIRPING

g*nsh*t

Oh, good sh*t, Aunt Peg!

Good girl, Deefer.

Go on, then.

Deefer, you're supposed to go and fetch the bird,

yer daft ha'p'orth.

Ooh!

Ooh!

- You all right? - Yeah, yes, I...

Just a bit of indigestion.

Go and get the bird, David.

- Good lad. - Stupid dog!

DOOR CLOSES

Sarge?

Oh, morning, Alf. Sorry, I was miles away.

- You're in early. - Yes, I, er...

I didn't get back home to York last night.

I was catching up on paperwork, you know.

Alf, can you run a check on a licence plate for me?

What's it in relation to, Sarge?

Oh, it's... just a car I spotted last night.

I'm expecting a personal call. Put it through, would you?

Right-oh. You must have a lot on with the conference.

Yes.

Yes, I have.

MUSIC: 'La Marseillaise'

CHEERING

You're not welcome here!

SHOUTING

It's a waste of fresh eggs, I reckon.

Why don't they throw rotten tomatoes?

They shouldn't be throwing anything.

Aidensfield's twinned with a French village.

Peaceful protest is one thing.

Throwing eggs is another.

Shouldn't allow that fascist in this country.

He's an official delegate. He has a right to be here.

We have the right to protest.

In an orderly way, all right?

They said on the wireless there'd be trouble.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Er, that vehicle check, Sarge.

The, er, licence plate you gave me, it doesn't exist.

-Oh. - Shall I inform HQ?

Get it passed round Division?

-No. No, don't do that. -Why not?

I may have written it down wrong.

Unlike you, Sarge.

Yes, well, we all make mistakes.

-Leave it, all right? - Fair enough. If you say so.

Has anyone called for me?

No. Are you expecting someone in particular?

Possibly, yes.

Student protests?

Makes me laugh, it really does.

You know, my generation

had to fight a real w*r in Europe.

And we certainly threw more than eggs at the Germans.

But hang-hang on a-a sec. I'm lost now.

I thought the man in the car

that people were throwing eggs at was French?

French, German, they're all the same,

bloomin' Europeans.

I do hope we never join the Common Market.

It's cos you're an old stick-in-the-mud, Bernie.

And anyway, keep your voices down.

That chap staying here, he's from France.

He's very well-mannered. He's quite dishy, actually.

-Speaks really good English. -You reckon?

He never seems to know what I'm going on about.

The minute I open my gob, he goes, "Pardon?"

Well, we all struggle to know

what you're on about at times, Dawn.

Usual, please, Gina. Hiya.

Oh, I'm glad you've come in, Nurse Cassidy.

I'd appreciate a word.

Oh.

I was wondering how you were fixed

for coming round to see me?

Oh, OK.

I'm round your way tomorrow morning.

About ten o'clock all right?

Oh, that'd be grand.

Our David's at work and I'm on my own.

You all right? You seem a bit...

Let's talk about that tomorrow.

OK.

I don't know what's wrong with Aunt Peg.

She's hardly touched that drink

and she's barely said a word since she came in.

Women, David. They're moody by nature.

You never know where you are with them.

Oh, unlike you, Bernie?

You're always a bundle of laughs.

LAUGHTER

PHONE RINGS

Sergeant Miller.

How's my daughter?

Will you give me an idea of what this is about?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Not now, Alf. I'm on the phone!

I've got someone at the door. Don't hang up!

Morning, Sergeant Miller. Sorry to interrupt.

You know DI Rankin, Special Branch.

-Sir. - Sergeant.

There's something he'd like

to put us in the picture about.

Right, I'll, er, I'll join you in a second.

DEAD LINE TONE

DI RANKIN: We have reliable information

that an attempt may be made

on Michel Dubois's life whilst he's here.

Dubois is suspected by many in France

of having been a n*zi collaborator during the w*r.

He's detested in Algeria

for his hard-line resistance to independence.

He has enemies all across Europe.

We're taking this intelligence very seriously.

We have an armed response unit on standby.

Are you expecting a lone assassin, sir,

or could this be a team of gunmen?

We don't have that detail.

According to the French police,

it could be a lone professional,a team,

or a group of extreme radical students.

There were French students protesting there yesterday.

We heard 'em talking.

It's vital we report anything arousing suspicion.

Sorry to butt in, sarge.

Perhaps we should mention your sighting of that car

with the false number plates the other night.

I don't think that's relevant to this, Alf.

It was a minor traffic offence

and I doubt if the plates were false.

Took the number in a hurry.

- I probably got it wrong. -Given the student thr*at,

have a word with the protestors,

see what they know.

Find out all you can

about any foreign students who were here.

Are you all right, Sarge?

Thank you for your concern, PC Mason.

May I suggest you get on with your duties?

All done? You gobbled that down smartish.

Pardon?

Well, you can't b*at a full English, I reckon.

-Can you get them in France? -A full English in France?

Non. You get the full French in England?

Oh, I-I don't know. Well, not here, anyroad.

So, what have you got planned for today? Anything nice?

Merci, mademoiselle. Bonne journee.

Hmm.

I wouldn't have bothered you,

only I've been getting these pains lately.

Oh? What sort of pains?

Oh, it may be summat or nowt.

It's across my chest

and I've been suffering shortness of breath

and stiffness in my arm.

And have you seen a doctor at all?

Oh, no. I've never bothered with doctors.

As a country woman,

I prefer to let nature take its course.

-Who is your GP? - I haven't got one.

Well, I've never liked to go to doctors and hospitals.

- It's all such a rigmarole. - Peggy.

I thought you could help, as a friend, you know.

You must get registered with a GP.

It's irresponsible not to.

In the meantime,

I'll take your blood pressure and your temperature.

So you're not in any pain at this moment, then?

It comes and goes.

And you haven't suffered any injuries?

No, no, nothing like that.

Well, your blood pressure

and your temperature are normal.

So, there's nothing to worry about, then?

I'm only a nurse, Peggy.

I can't give you a full diagnosis.

From the symptoms you describe

it could be anything from indigestion to mild angina.

That's to do wi' heart att*cks, in't it?

I'm not saying it is angina.

Only heart att*cks run in our family.

My cousin Ned d*ed o' one a couple of month back.

Come on, Peggy,

don't go worrying yourself unnecessarily.

Get yourself registered with a doctor

and properly examined,

especially if these pains continue.

My advice to you is abandon any plans you have

to inv*de the conference.

And contact us if you hear of any extremist talk

from any other students.

All right?

Right.

Well, he's definitely putting on weight.

While his mother's

desperately trying to lose some.

I wanna get back into shape, Carol.

It's often a struggle after a baby.

He's a bonny lad, is our Philip, aren't you?

He's doing really well.

There he is.

Hello, Philly Billy.

He's a smelly little Philly Billy.

He needs his nappy changing, don't you?

- Can I do it, Auntie Gina? - Er, no.

You're supposed to be cleaning the guest bedrooms,

not playing mums and babies. Go on.

Spoilsport.

Ooh.

EXHALES

Oh, erm, I'm sorry, I thought you'd be out.

Blimey, that's a lot of brass.

Pardon?

Please, you should leave.

I was gonna come in to clean.

I don't wish it to be cleaned today. Allez.

-What? - S'il vous plait.

- Huh? - Hop.

PHONE RINGS

Miller.

Gotta go out, Alf. Back in an hour.

All right. Where to, if anyone asks?

Just tell them I'll be back in an hour.

MUSIC ON RADIO

I thought you'd be having your break.

I popped in the bakers

and I got you a fancy cake each.

What's this in aid of? Somebody's birthday?

No, I just thought it would be a nice gesture

to my two most favourite people.

Oh, aye.

Ooh, posh cakes. Better get a couple of plates.

Thanks, Aunt Peg. I love these.

I know you do, David.

That's why I got 'em. Hmm.

You mean the world to me, you know?

I've not got much to show for my life,

but I'm lucky to know you.

The kindest, the most loyal nephew

any auntie could wish for.

Bless you, David.

Just for being you.

Oh, I wish you wouldn't do that.

Do what, luvvie?

Well... butter me up and buy me cakes and that.

I-I-I know you must be after something.

It really annoys me, Aunt Peg.

Why don't you just come out and tell what's on your mind?

I just did, David.

I just did.

BIRDS CHIRPING

Delta Alpha - to control. Over.

Er, go ahead, Joe. Over.

I've been talking to the students.

Have I missed a call? Over.

Er, no, Joe, you haven't. Over.

I just saw Sergeant Miller's car.

Thought something might be happening. Over.

No, he just went out for an hour.

Didn't say where. Over.

I see. Thanks, Alf. Out.

COOING

Come on your own, I trust?

Of course.

I do hope you've not been tempted

to play games, Sergeant?

Of course not.

I've told you.

I won't do anything to put my daughter at further risk.

Did you tell anyone about her?

A friend? Your wife?

Jean, isn't it?

Not even my wife.

- Is Cheryl all right? - Yeah. So far.

She'll stay that way if you do as you're told.

I've said I will.

We need police uniforms and warrant cards

by tomorrow morning.

It's impossible. I can't do it.

Well, then, you're gonna have to help us.

You're gonna have to use your authority

as a police officer.

- What are you planning? - You'll find out.

It's planned for tomorrow. I'll call you.

I can't leave work like that.

I need notice. We're very busy at present.

Course you are,

what with the... conference and everything.

I need proof Cheryl is unharmed.

Let me talk to her next time you call.

I don't think you're in a position

to dictate terms, sergeant.

You wait here for five minutes

after I've gone, understood?

COOING

DAWN: Ooh! David!

There he is.

He's like a big kid most of the time.

But he's a willing worker.

- Yeah. - Yay!

I get to wondering how he'll manage

if anything happens to me.

I'll leave him everything I've got, of course,

but that won't amount to very much.

He'll need somebody to look out for him, then.

And I'm relying on you, Bernie.

Well, of course I will.

But without being unduly morbid,

I could pass away before you do.

I doubt it.

No, you'll go on for ever.

Same again, Oscar.

Well, let's see the colour of your money, first.

You've never been a trusting soul,

have you, Oscar Blaketon?

But I'm very fond of you just the same.

I consider myself lucky

to live amongst decent folk around here.

Take one for yourself while you're at it.

DAVID: Yay!

Sarge?

What are you doing here?

I saw you speeding up here. Thought you might need help.

Inside!Quickly!

How dare you follow me like that?

Something's wrong. What is it, sarge?

Sergeant to you!

You could have blown everything. Were you seen?

If you mean by the man you just met, then, no.

-I was careful not to be. -He's a snout.

An informer I've had for some time.

You could have destroyed his trust,

blundering in like that.

- A snout? - Yes.

- You've known for some time? - Yes.

Then why did he feel it was necessary

to come carrying a g*n?

He was picked up by a man in a car.

I wonder if it'll have the same false licence plates

that Alf mentioned?

You tell me exactly what's going on

or I go to DS Dawson with this.

They've got my daughter.

Cheryl's my youngest.

She's at Leeds University.

They must have grabbed her from there.

You don't know what it is they want?

The conference was mentioned.

It might be something to do with that.

Then you could be wrapped up in a m*rder.

You heard whatDI Rankin said.

They're expecting an attempt on Dubois's life.

It's my daughter's life that concerns me.

Sarge, you have to inform HQ.

- You do know that. - No.

It's too risky to go public.

I'd be gambling with her life.

They'd make me take compassionate leave

and I can't risk losing contact with the kidnappers.

- What you going to do? -I'll handle this my way.

These people mustn't have the slightest idea

that I've told anyone,

so forget everything you've seen and heard.

I can't do that.

Let me help you.

No, if the only way to save my daughter

is to do as they ask, then I will.

Even if it means losing my job.

You'll lose a lot more than your job.

My family comes first.

You blab your mouth off and anything happens to Cheryl,

I'll swing for you, Mason, I swear it.

Stay out of it. Understood?

POLICE RADIO: "Oscar Alpha..."

PC Mason. You got something for us?

No, I just came to let you know

that I talked to local students.

I don't think they're going to break in.

I'm trying to locate the French students

to question them.

We must prevent them from doing anything reckless.

Everyone's getting very jumpy here.

Was there something else bothering you?

Do we know any more about the thr*at to Dubois's life?

Yes, Interpol have just confirmed

that they are aware of a plot to assassinate him here.

We've got a specialist firearms unit on high alert,

so your student friends and anyone else

would be best advised to keep out.

You sure there was nothing else?

No, sergeant. That's all.

When you've done that, Don,

can you pop round to the Aidensfield Arms?

I'd love to, but we've enough on

without me skiving off for a pint.

No, as Federation Rep.

A new form's come from the Widows and Orphans Fund.

We need to get Gina to sign it.

I'm not sure if I'm the right person.

Phil Bellamy's death was not your fault.

As Fed Rep, you've a duty of care

to Gina and her baby.

Keeping in touch may benefit you both.

-Sarge. - Anyone called?

Er, Lord Ashfordly

about duck poaching on his estate.

PC Wetherby's on his way there now.

I meant for me personally.

No, sarge.

If anyone does, put them straight through.

Right. Make sure he stays wrapped up warm.

I'm off for my lunch, if you can call it that.

Still on the carrot juice diet?

Yeah. You did say it takes time.

You should be losing weight by now,not piling it on.

Hey, thanks a bunch!

Go on.

DAWN: Hello there.

Ah, mademoiselle.

How's the baby today? He's fine, yes?

Oh, oh aye, yeah, he's right as rain. Hmm.

No, I don't think so.

I think today the weather will be good.

I don't know what he was talking about.

PHONE RINGS

Miller.

Oh, Dad, I've been so scared.

Are you all right, love?

Yes, I'm well.

But the whole thing's been like a nightmare.

You know?

A monstrosity.

A monstrosity? Is that what you said, love?

'Yes, that's exactly right.'

But just do what they say, Dad, please.

You satisfied?

Next time I call, you'll be given instructions.

- Alf. - Sarge?

I want the most detailed maps of the area. My office now.

So, so I have to turn up at the surgery

and then I've got forms to fill in?

No, I'm not registered with any other doctor.

If I was, we wouldn't be having this conversation,

would we?

KNOCK ON DOOR

No, I don't know where my old medical records are.

Aren't you supposed to keep hold of them?

I'll have to call you back.

A bobby's just turned up in my kitchen.

Constable Wetherby.

I've made a brew. Extra mug, please, David.

No, thanks. It's not a social call.

It's regarding poaching on Lord Ashfordly's estate.

Ducks, to be precise.

- I've not been very well. - Sorry.

- Have I, David? - She's had pains and that.

I mean, that was the surgery in Ashfordly on the phone

when you walked in.

Mrs Armstrong, do you know

anything about the poaching or not?

Someone's been sh**ting ducks.

The way I feel, I can't even pick up a g*n,

let alone go out and use one.

That's a ten-bore shotgun, isn't it?

Y-ye-e-es. It belonged to my cousin Ned.

He passed away recently. He left it to me in his will.

That's an especially powerful g*n.

Designed for wildfowl.

Ideal for sh**ting ducks.

No, to me, it's a very precious family heirloom.

There's part of our Ned still in that g*n.

And I wouldn't insult his memory

by banging away at ducks with it.

This one's been fired recently.

I've marked your card, Mrs Armstrong.

Stay off the estate. Have you got that?

- Here you go. - Thanks.

Now, anything you need, get in touch.

The Federation will always help.

Well, that's good to know.

BABY COOS

Come here, little fella.

Ooh.

There's something about the smell of young babies.

You know, talcum powder and new baby.

You know.

Yes.

Yeah, I do know.

Thanks, then, Don.

You OK?

No.I'm not really.

My Phil wanted to be a dad so much.

SIGHS

He never even got to hold our baby.

Hey, come here, come here.

It's all right.

You two are gonna be just fine.

You've always got a home and a family here.

You know that.

Hey. What do you think?

So, have you asked her out yet?

Well, I-I-I don't expect

she gets that much time off, you know.

Have to help out with the baby and all that.

Don't let that put you off.

Get in there, mate, before somebody else does.

All quiet at the conference, I hope?

Shouldn't really tell you this,

but, erm... since you're an ex-copper...

We've had reports

that an attempt might be made on a delegate's life

by a professional assassin.

Why you talking about assassins, Geoff?

CHUCKLES

Well, there's this French politician

at the conference, you see.

Not a very popular chap.

We think a gunman might have come over here to k*ll him.

We've got to protect him.

There's a man here who has g*ns.

What are you talking about, Dawn?

Well, that Frenchman who's staying here.

I saw inside a case in his boot.

He had two g*ns in there. Hmm.

I'm fine, love, I'm fine.

It's just that we're still hectic here.

It doesn't look as though I'll be back tonight, either.

I'm sorry, love.

And you. Bye.

KNOCK ON DOOR

It's all right, sergeant. I've told no one.

They let Cheryl speak to me.

I think she tried to give me a clue.

There's an old family joke.

It started when she was little.

We took her to a monastery, but she mispronounced it.

She told everyone she'd been to where the monks live.

A monstrosity.

I'm sure she deliberately used the word on the phone.

But according to Alf,

there isn't a monastery within miles of here.

Well, what about an old one?

Ancient ruins or something?

Nothing like that either, not that I can see.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Urgent call from PC Wetherby at the Aidensfield Arms.

A guest has been spotted in possession of handguns.

Rankin's alerting firearms officers to join me there.

Hold on a minute. Don't go overreacting.

Er, let me go. I'll discreetly check it out.

- They're on their way. - Don't flood with police.

It might panic people. Make it look like...

Like what? What's the problem?

PHONE RINGS

Just thought you should be informed, that's all.

Sergeant Miller.

Hold on a minute.

Leave, please.

MUSIC: 'Pictures Of Matchstick Men' by Status Quo

Police officers.

♪ When I look up to the sky

♪ I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow...

Is this your property, sir?

Bien sur. Je suis antiquaire.

Antiques dealer. Do you understand?

♪ I see your face underneath my pillow... ♪

KNOCK ON DOOR

I presume that was them?

It might help if you kept me in the picture, sarge.

If it's to do with Dubois,

you're putting your own life at risk as well as his.

They've specialist firearms teams out there.

You have to tell me what's going on.

It's not Dubois or the conference.

They're a criminal g*ng, not political extremists.

Their target tomorrow is quite different.

Hello.

Have you not been...?

Have you slept in that chair all night?

I've had a terrible night.

It's very difficult to sleep in a bed.

Every time I turn over, I get this sharp pain here.

Right. I've had enough of this.

If you won't see a doctor,

I'm gonna have to fetch one here to see you.

I still say we did the right thing last night.

It's better to be safe than sorry.

A shame your dozy girlfriend

couldn't recognise antique duelling pistols

when she saw them.

She is not my girlfriend.

But you do admit she's dozy, then?

DOOR CLOSES

Morning. Alf, is Sergeant Miller in?

Er, in his office. He's been on the phone a bit.

Just keep out of this.

It has to be a major crime to go to these lengths.

Tell me what they're planning.

No.

So you're prepared to cooperate

with an armed g*ng?

Lose your career, your good name,

your liberty, possibly even your life?

If you had children, you'd understand.

You're leaving me no choice now.

I have to go over your head. Report what I know.

You must do what you think is right.

I can't stop you.

But there's an innocent life at stake here.

I'd be very careful, if I were you.

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

They routinely inform us

which route they're going to take and when.

Good.

Now you've got what you want, what about my daughter?

We're not there yet.

As soon as payroll is in our possession

and we're safely gone,

you'll be told where to find her.

What about the guards on the van?

Three of us. We're armed. They'll cooperate.

We're professionals.

We don't want unnecessary loss of life.

Anything going on today in our patch

apart from the conference?

It's all very routine, as I recall.

Do you know where DS Dawson is?

She's out at the conference.

Do you want me to try and get her for you?

No, no, I can't discuss this over the air.

There you are. A daily log.

As you can see, nothing out of the ordinary.

Hang on. This security van passing through.

- Is that a regular run? -Monthly.

It's a large cash payroll from a bank in Leeds.

To an industrial plant in the northeast.

They vary the times and dates

and those are the details of today's run.

Has Sergeant Miller seen this log?

As always.

First thing he asked for when he came in.

Get 'em off the main road. Then we hit 'em here.

Understood?

Don't look so glum.

Every copper in the area's patrolling that conference.

Should be a piece of cake.

CLICKS TONGUE

Right, let's move.

You think Sergeant Miller

may be about to rob a security van?

His daughter's been kidnapped.

He's in a terrible state.

He didn't want to put her at risk by informing HQ.

-So where is he now? -I don't know.

He's turned his radio off.

This is the daily log

with details of the payroll route.

You haven't betrayed him. You had to report this.

If we let him assist in an armed robbery,

he's finished.

Just in: Following a tip-off,

French police arrested our man in Calais last night.

That's our would-be assassin. Takes the pressure off us.

What's with the long faces? This is good news all round.

Are you reporting these suspicions to me

officially or unofficially?

That's up to you.

Either way, how do we stop him?

MUSIC: 'Fire And Water by Free

♪ Every single day

♪ I got a heartache coming my way

♪ I don't wanna say goodbye

♪ Baby, but look at the tears in my eye ♪

Good morning. The road ahead's blocked.

I'm gonna have to divert you.

Take this track about half-a-mile, turn right,

right again, bring you back up onto this road.

♪ You show you've got a heart

♪ That's made of ice

♪ And I know

♪ Fire and water

♪ Must have made you their daughter

♪ You've got what it takes

♪ To make a poor man's heart break

♪ A poor man's heart break

♪ Baby you turn me on

♪ But as quick as a flash your love is gone ♪

What's going on, sergeant? What you doing out here?

We've reason to believe you're involving yourself

in an armed robbery.

It's the security payroll, isn't it?

Come on, sergeant,

we know what you're going through.

DS Dawson will keep this away from HQ for now.

To give you a chance not to do anything stupid.

Despite your daughter's situation,

you'll be in serious trouble if this goes ahead, sergeant.

Thank you both for your concern,

but I think you might be just too late.

Do as we say and nobody will get hurt.Out.

Move.

Open it!

SHOUTING

SIREN WAILING

As soon as I realised they were regular criminals

and not political extremists,

I called HQ, who set this up.

You'll regret this, sergeant.

You say you're professionals.

And you won't want to make matters worse.

Where's my daughter?

You lost your daughter?

TUTS

Find her yourself.

-We know nothing about it. - Where is she?

No, sergeant.

Take him to the station.

Just through here.

- How you feeling? - Worse, if anything.

Right, Peggy, you're going to see a doctor.

I've chased up your old medical records.

They've gone to a GP practice in Ashfordly.

I've got forms for you to fill in.

- And I'll drive you there. - I doubt I can write.

I can barely move my arm.

And I've got this horrible dark-blue discoloration

under my skin.

It's spread right across my chest.

OK, I'd better take a look at that before I move you.

David, could you excuse us?

Oh, yeah.

You do as Nurse Cassidy tells you, Aunt Peg.

I was certain there were three of them,

so when we nicked them, we'd have them all.

There'd be no one left with Cheryl to harm her.

And not being political extremists,

I assumed they'd let us know where she was.

I mean, why make things worse for yourself?

They've admitted nothing.

Off record, Travis wants a deal.

He'll only say where she is if we reduce charges against him.

And if we don't?

He seems confident she'll not easily be found

without their help.

HQ aren't keen to deal yet. They hope one will cr*ck.

Give me five minutes alone with them.

You'll soon see them cr*ck!

Can't let you do that, George.

What have I done?

There must be some way we can find her.

What were that family clue she gave you,

about the monastery?

There aren't any round here.

There isn't. Not that I know of.

How about something similar? A convent or an abbey?

Something to do with monks or nuns?

Hang on. There's an old pub. It's closed now.

It's out on the moors beyond Strensfield.

The Monk's Head. Could that be it?

Cheryl?

MUTTERING

MILLER: Cheryl.

I'm so sorry.

SOBS

Oh, thank God.

Come on, love. It's all right.

Oh, Dad, I was so scared.

It's all right. It's all right. Come on.

You didn't do what they wanted, did you?

No, no. No way.

You're safe now.

You've been a very brave and a very clever girl.

SOBS

Is she all right, then?

Your aunt's got a nasty contusion.

What you call a bad bruise, really.

You no idea what caused it, Peggy?

- Not a clue. - DAVID: A bruise?

Well, I've got an idea about that.

Yeah, David?

She's got... got this new g*n.

Well, it's not new.

It was left to her by her cousin, but...

Well, we've been out sh**ting ducks on the Ashfordly estate.

- No, we haven't. - Go on, David.

PC Wetherby, he says that that is a very powerful g*n,

and, well, she's not used to it,

so that could have caused the... the bruise.

The recoil, you mean?

Yeah, it may not only have bruised the shoulder,

it could have trapped a nerve,

sending the pains across your chest.

We'll let the doctor examine you,

but I think you may find those sh**ting pains

might be exactly that, Peggy.

Pains from sh**ting.

A farewell gift, madame,

for a pleasant, if eventful stay.

It's a pewter frame,

in which can be placed a photo of your son.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, it's lovely.

I also have a gift for you, mademoiselle.

Blimey, didn't think you'd get me owt

not after all the trouble I've caused you.

It's a language book.

Oh, fab! I'd love to learn French.

No, mademoiselle.

The book is called How To Speak English.

CHUCKLING

I bet you're feeling better now that your new doctor

has confirmed that it's just a trapped nerve.

P'raps I do feel better,

but I'll thank you to keep your big gob shut in future.

Oh, why's that?

Telling her about me poaching them ducks.

She's only walking out with the local bobby,

yer daft ha'p'orth!

CHUCKLES

That's more like it.

I know where I am wi' you,

when you're telling me off like that.

I'll do more than tell you off

if you don't start using your noddle.

'Ere, you get these in.

Right, same again then, is it?

And, er...one for me, of course?

You'll be lucky. He's buying 'em, anyroad.

I thought I might knock up a curry.

Bit of an experiment. You willing to risk it?

Yeah, why not?

It's nice to see Peggy back to her usual self.

I'm not sure everyone would agree with you there.

Gina was saying she reckons Frenchmen are very sexy.

Really. And what do you think?

I agree with her.

But... on balance,

myself, I prefer Scotsmen.