18x07 - Return Crossing

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory ♪

♪ Trailer for sale or rent

♪ Rooms to let, cents

♪ No phone, no pool, no pets

♪ I ain't got no cigarettes

♪ Ah, but two hours of pushing broom

♪ Buys an by Four-bit room

♪ I'm a man of means by no means

♪ King of the road ♪

What's the problem, officer?

It's a construction and use check, sir.

Can I see your licence, insurance

and registration documents, please?

A bit unusual, all this.

Yeah, well...

It's in response to some complaints

we've had about unsafe vehicles.

- What's your axle capacity? -Four tons.

What have you in the back?

Nothing much.

Just taken a load of sheep to Holland via Humberside.

I'm on my way home now. Travelling light.

Open it up, please.

Be my guests.

BELLOWS

Yes, well, that all seems in order.

BELLOWS

My pleasure.

SHOUTING

WOMAN: Go on, Richard! Run. Go on.

Hello, boy, hello. Hello.

DOG BARKS

Good throw! Well done, you.

-Who's this, Mum? - I dunno.

I wasn't expecting anybody.

RICHARD: Quickly, Olly.

Olly. Here, Olly.

MAN CHUCKLES

It looks like he's playing finders keepers.

- WOMAN:Hello. - Mrs Berisford?

-Yes. - Frank Carter.

I was a business associate of your husband.

I'm sorry. Have we met?

Well, we have now.

Well, I'm sure Bob must have mentioned you.

Your grandchildren?

Yes, well, after Bob d*ed, the house too big for me.

So they all moved in.

Please. Come on.Come in.

OFF-KEY PIANO: SONG: 'Those Werethe Days'

He's asked if you've got any requests?

Yes, tell him to stop.

Well, he wants another drink.

Not likely. Tell him to drink up and go.

Why me?

It was your idea to liven things up!

Er, I wanted a jukebox if you remember.

-He was my second choice. - He's rubbish!

GRUNTS

HITTING OFF-KEY NOTES

Come here, boy!Good boy!

Good boy.

Get the ball.

ENGINE STARTS

Come on. That's it! That's it!

Good boy!

Come on, you two.

Mum?Who was that?

Oh, just a friend of your father's.

Is Alan at the yard?

Probably. He phoned earlier to say he'd docked.

Right.

Well, you all have your tea without me.

Why don't you phone?

No.

No, I need to see him.

What about tomorrow?

No, I don't think so, thanks.

Just quit while you're winning, eh?

Who's that?

Our ex-pianist. Oscar's just sacked him.

Oh.

Oh, Mr Blaketon!

This is...

Mr Book... ski.

Tomasz Bukowski.

Oh...that's right, yeah. And he's booked in.

Yes, David, I know. Welcome, Mr Bukowski.

He's from Poland.

-Really? -And he's over here.

He's looking for somebody he met during the w*r.

- I said you'd probably help. - OSCAR: Did you now?

Mr Blaketonis a proper private detective.

Please, no, that is not what I want.

I have come myself to find her.

Ah, it's a her, is it?

She was my friend.

An old flame.

Flame?

-Girlfriend. -Oh. Yes.

Two bald tyres, an out-of-date tax disc

and an exhaust pipe tied up with a bit of string.

-Not much to show, Mason? -No, sarge.

The traffic must have gone Wetherby and Younger's way.

Looks like it.

Did you caution anyone else other than these few?

I had a word with one or two, but you know farmers.

They don't respond well to bureaucracy.

That's how you see these checks, is it?

If the complaints have been

about overloaded stone lorries,

shouldn't we be targeting the quarries

instead of alienating the locals?

Yeah, there's something in that, sergeant.

This isn't making us flavour of the month.

This is not a popularity contest, Younger.

It's about road safety.

And as for targeting the quarries,forget it.

If we don't show an even hand to all road users,

the quarry owners will soon plead victimisation.

Keep at it.

We met in Lincoln.

She was a land girl. Me, a pilot.

-She was my first love. - Aw. And she lived here?

Not in the village, no, but somewhere in the area.

And this was the last I hear from her.

Hmm.Janet?

Janet Norris. You know her?

No, I'm afraid not.

DAVID: The North York Moors

is a very big place, Mr Book... ski.

And this is all you've got to go on?

Yes.And the singing.

Told me she used to sing in the church choir.

What, here?

TOMASZ:Possibly, I think.

Oh, we could ask around, couldn't we, Oscar?

-Mm. - You're very kind.

I have no money to repay such help,

but...I could play the piano for you.

-Really? -Yes.

I hear your pianist has gone.

Oh, well, yes,

but we weren't actively looking for a replacement.

- Who says? - I did.

It would be my pleasure, I assure you.

Now that's wonderful. Isn't it, Oscar?

SIGHS

MUSIC: 'Broad Daylight' by Free

♪ Broad daylight

♪ Broad daylight

♪ Broad daylight

♪ Broad daylight ♪

Evelyn. What are you doing here?

Waiting.

You docked early today. What kept you?

One or two things. Why do you ask?

Well, I like to know what's going on around here.

Why? Are you at a loose end?

No, not especially.

Then why not leave well alone?

Enjoy your dividend

and let me worry about this place.

I had a visitor today.

A business associate of Bob's.

Frank Carter? Do you know him?

Yeah.

There was something very unsettling about him.

Almost threatening.

He said he and Bob had an arrangement

that he was anxious to continue.

Bob's not here, Evelyn.

I say who we do business with now.

Well, what exactly is his business?

I have had a long day.

Why don't you just go home and stop meddling?

Meddling? Now look.

I am the majority shareholder in this firm,

so when I ask a question, I expect to get an answer.

-You really want to know? -Yes.

Carter is a crook.

So was Bob.

What do you mean?

Carter sells cigarettes and booze.

A legitimate business,

but with a profitable sideline

smuggling stuff in from abroad.

Smuggling?

No! Bob would never have had anything to do with that.

No?Not even when it saved him from going bust?

So, how long was Bob doing this?

Till the day he d*ed.

Oh.

Does Jackie know?

No.

Does anyone else know?

Just us.

Bob kept the keys to this wagon.

Only the two of us were ever allowed to drive it.

I'm sorry, Alan. I owe you an apology.

Of course you must say no to this man!

SIGHS

SONG: 'Nocture, Opus No. in E Flat'

I gave up a night in for this.

It's Chopin! Do you not like it?

Very nice in its place.

Yeah? Where's that? The Chapel of Rest?

GEOFF: You having another?

Er, no, thanks. I'm going home.

- To top myself. - Hey.

We can't go at once. It'll look rude.

Bye, Dawn. Oscar.

You're not off as well?

I'm sorry, Dawn.

Well, it's turning into a stampede.

You're not going too, are you, Joe?

No. I'm staying right here.

Till the rain stops.

PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES

CAROL: Just a few words of thanks

on behalf of Ashfordly Children's Home,

to all of you for coming.

And a special thank you to Evelyn.

As a fundraiser for the home,

I know how lucky I am to have the support she gives.

As she does to so many other charities in the area.

ALL: Hear, hear.

Having had the experience of life

in a children's home,

this charity is very dear to me.

In particular, the money raised

helps fund the home's policy of keeping siblings together.

The importance of this was brought home to me recently

when I decided to search for my brother.

I still can't quite believe it even now.

Does the agency know where he is?

Australia. Yeah, I know, a big country.

But you'll still try to find him?

Oh yeah, of course.

- I'm so excited for you! -Thank you!

PHONE RINGING

Oh! Excuse me.

Hello.

Who?Frank?

Erm... Right. Just a moment, please.

I-I better take this call upstairs, darling.

OK? Could you put the phone down for me, please?

Thank you.

Excuse me.

- I'm going to go now. - Thank you very much.

Oh no, it's been... Thank you.

I'm disappointed.

And I thought you had more clout.

'My son-in-law doesn't need me

to tell him right from wrong.'

He wants to wipe the slate clean.

So, please, don't call again.

'Wipe the slate clean? Oh, I don't think so.'

More like business as usual with me out of the deal.

'What do you mean?'

He's bringing stuff in and going to my customers direct.

Can't let that happen!

'Is that a thr*at? Are you threatening me?'

Hello?

'Hello?'

TOMASZ: Another foreigner?

DAVID: Oh, no!

That's a kay-ola bear. It's a souvenir.

From Australia.

You've been there?

No, no. Rosie... Rosie sent it to me.

She's a friend of mine.

She used to help Mr Scripps out at the garage.

In fact, she's written to say that she's coming back soon.

For good, I hope.

Right. Here's the church.

TOMASZ: Ah, thank you.

Right, I'll... I'll wait for you.

No. No, David.

Well, it's no trouble.

I'd like to see if he can help out anyway.

I've enjoyed it so much.

-It was really lovely. - Thank you. Bye.

- Take care. - No Evelyn?

-She had to go out. - I wondered where she got to.

Is everything all right?

I don't know.

What is it, Jackie?

Someone who knew my father came to see Mum.

He seems to have really upset her.

How?

I'm not sure.

I think that was him on the phone.

I overheard part of the call.

She sounded frightened.

Have you asked her about it?

She fobbed me off. Said it was nothing to do with me.

Well, if she's being... threatened somehow,

I could mention it to Joe Mason.

You let me think you'd put a stop to it!

Alan! I want you to stop this now!

Really?And what will you be giving up?

Your comfortable life style?

Your shopping trips, your holidays?

Your grandchildren's private education?

Don't be ridiculous!

Where do you think it all comes from, Evelyn?

This place, of course! The company that Bob built.

Our day-to-day profits barely cover costs.

Certainly not enough to keep you and the family

in the style to which you've become accustomed.

For pity's sake! What will that matter if you get caught?

Because you'll go to jail. What will the family do then?

If Carter has his way, we are all gonna go under.

Tell me how.

If he does anything, he'll only incriminate himself.

He's only got to you because he knows I won't cr*ck.

This is business, Evelyn.

We've been taking all the risks.

Now we can take all the profit.

DAVID PLAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY

He was very friendly,

but of course he was not the vicar during the w*r.

Well, did he know who was?

Yes, but he d*ed.

David, that's enough!

So you've got no further forward then?

A little, perhaps.

The vicar said the choirmaster was still alive.

- Did he give you a name? - Wilfred Sedman.

OSCAR: An address?

Only the name.

David!

Well, what else am I going to play?

Practice makes perfect.

Aye, and the rest of us crazy. Cut it out!

Sorry.

Right. Wilfred Sedman.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

DAVID CONTINUES PLAYING

SIGHS

What's up?

I was at Evelyn Berisford's today,

for a coffee morning.

Erm, her daughter Jackie

told me she thinks her mum is receiving threats.

Oh?

She overheard a threatening phone call.

Spoken to Mrs Berisford about it?

Jackie doesn't want her mum to know she was eavesdropping.

Well, if Mrs Berisford isn't worried enough

to come and see me herself,

it's hard to see how we can help.

A discreet word is all I'm asking.

OK. I'll see what I can do.

OK. Thanks.

SONG: 'Nocturne No. in Eb' by Chopin

YAWNS

Why the long face?

He's brought in customers, hasn't he?

Aye, as fast as we're losing the regulars.

Yeah, well, if they can't appreciate it,

it's their lookout.

-Oh, quite the connoisseur. -No. Not at all.

But Beethoven for a bitter and a packet of crisps.

What more can you expect?

PHONE RINGING

Aidensfield Arms.

Tomasz.

Wilfred Sedman. That's his address.

Ah.

DAVID: How long do you reckon it would take then?

I mean, not to be as good as you, but...

Just, like, good enough for singalongs and that.

That is very hard to say, David.

When I was a boy, my father was my teacher.

It is easy to learn when you are very small.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Is this it?

Oh, yes!

Dad!Dad! We've got visitors.

Come in. Come in.

No, no, please. Do not get up.

Tomasz Bukowski.

JOE: Mrs Berisford.

Constable. Is something wrong?

No, no, just a routine call.

-Routine? - It won't take long.

Well, please come in.

RICHARD: Olly! Olly!

Nana!We can't find Olly.

Well, keep calling. He can't have gone far.

Now, what can I do for you, constable?

We're carrying out vehicle checks in the area.

As Berisford's Haulage is on my patch,

I thought I'd call personally

and tell you about our concerns.

I see.

We've had complaints about lorries with unsafe loads.

I wouldn't expect your closed wagons are involved,

but we're making random checks on all vehicles.

I expect your drivers may have said something.

No. No, no.But I'm not at the yard that often.

Perhaps you ought to speak to my son-in-law.

-Yes, of course. - Then again...

I could speak to him myself. You must be so busy.

Well, yes.

Well, I'll make sure that he gets the message.

And thank you so much for calling.

And if there's anything else

that you need to talk to me about,

you know where I am.

Nana, we've found Olly asleep.

He won't wake up.

Here we are.

Oh.

Oh, yes, it's some time since I looked at these.

We used to have a choir photograph

taken every Harvest Festival.

LAUGHING

Now then.Oh, yes.

Yes, we had some very fine sopranos and contraltos

round about that time.

Of course, we lost one or two basses and baritones

to the m*llitary establishment.

But we soldiered on.

But there was no richness in the tone.

There.Janet.

Oh! Oh, yes. Yes, yes.

Oh, a very pretty face

and a very, very nice voice I seem to remember.

TOMASZ: That's how we met.

Me at the piano. Janet singing like an angel.

Well, well, now let's see if she...

Came back after the w*r.

-Yes! - Oh! Yes.

Do you know where she is now, Mr Sedman?

What? Oh, good heavens, no.

No, no, no, no.

During my time as choirmaster,

so many people came andwent.

It's a miracle I can remember that face.

But now I, now I come to think about it...

Yes, I seem to recall that she was rather sweet

on one of these young fellows.

Caused a bit of rivalry.

And of course it played havoc with the choir's cantabile.

Look, go back into the house with Mummy. OK?

How old was he?

About six, I think.

In good health?

Apparently, yes.

Does the gardener keep chemicals in the shed?

Well, yes.

If you'd like to give me a sheet or a blanket,

-I'll cover him up. -Right. Yes.

OSCAR: 'Well, I recognise him.'

-And the other two? - No, but that's Kenny Dobson.

His mother cleaned here for a while.

And he still lives here?

No, he moved to Manchester. But I could ask his mother.

-Oh, thank you. - Look...

What if he was Janet's boyfriend?

What if they were married? How would you feel about that?

Oh, to know that she is alive and happy is enough for me.

Mr Blaketon!

Someone's gone and locked the piano up.

Ah, yes, David,

it was the man from Music Lovers Anonymous.

Is he coming back?

Not before tonight!

Oh.

Which reminds me, Tomasz, about this evening.

What you've been playing so far has been very nice.

But, er, how can I put it?

This is not the Palm Court. This is a pub.

And our regulars would like something a bit more lively.

You know? Do you understand?

Something a bit more...rousing?

I understand completely.

What were you doing there in the first place?

I'd been given information

that Mrs Berisford was being threatened.

-She's made a complaint? -Her daughter.

I'm sorry, I'm not with you. Who was being threatened?

Evelyn Berisford.

But she said nothing to you?

No, but...

I could sense that something was wrong.

I don't think the death of the dog was a coincidence.

-What makes you say that? -Just a feeling.

Well, unless you have it in mind

to perform a post-mortem on the dog,

I suggest you find something a bit more pressing to do.

MUSIC: 'th (Leningrad) Symphony' by Shostakovich

Can you manage on your own for a bit?

Why? Where are you going?

Down to the cellar.

See if the rats have jumped ship.

OWL HOOTS

RUSTLING

GASPS

Right, you two.

Get back into bed as quick as you can.Go on.

I want you to be fast asleep when Mummy and Daddy get back.

DOOR LOCKS

♪ With the silver star between his eyes

♪ That open up at hidden lies

♪ Big man crying with defeat

♪ See people gathering in the street

♪ You feel him

HORN HONKS

♪ You feel him

♪ Freedom rider ♪

HORN HONKS

HORN HONKS

HORN BLARING

- Morning, sir. - Constable.

-Is something wrong? - No, no.

Just a random vehicle check, sir.

I'd like to see your registration,

licence and insurance documents, please.

I've got two out of three here.

The registration forms are in the office.

-Company vehicle is it? - Yes.

- In the name of? - F Carter Ltd.

-Your own firm? - Yes.

- OK. - OK.

Well, it all seems in order.

What about the registration?

No. No need to bother. Sorry to have held you up.

ENGINE STARTS

♪ You were made for me

♪ Everybody tell me so

♪ You were made for me

♪ Don't tell me you don't know

♪ Every hand was made to hold another

♪ Tenderly

♪ When I kissed you on your lips

♪ I knew that you were made

♪ You were made

♪ You were made... ♪

I knew I'd seen it here.

BEEPING STEADILY

JOE: Mrs Berisford.

How are you?

In one piece.But only just.

The doctor says you might be up

to answering one or two questions.

Well, there's not much really to say.

- Tell me what happened. - I'm not sure if I can.

Er, I remember driving along the road

and then nothing else really until I woke up here.

I've not been sleeping well and I took some tablets.

And I think I was still feeling drowsy

when I woke up this morning

and I must have dozed off at the wheel.

The marks on your car seem to indicate

that you were in collision with another vehicle.

- Really? - One that didn't stop.

Do you remember another vehicle, Mum?

Not really.But it might come back to me, of course.

Hello, Evelyn.

How are you?

How does it look?

Poor you.

Could you just ask the nurse to deal with these, dear?

I think Mum should sleep now.

JOE: Yes. Yes, of course.

And I'm sorry not to have been of more help.

Yeah. Bye.

I want this stopped now!

You need to rest, Evelyn.

I think she knows exactly what happened

and who caused it.

That man who's been threatening her.

Frank somebody.

So why isn't she saying?

I think she's too frightened.

TOMASZ: Tinsdale?

How do you spell that, Mr Sedman?

Thank you. Goodbye.Goodbye.

The old choirmaster has found a photograph

given to him on his th birthday by the choir.

-Everyone signed it. - What, Janet signed it?

Yes, and Joe Jessop

who he remembers as a farmer's son from Tinsdale.

The choirmaster thinks that he was Janet's boyfriend.

Er, right.

Jerrard, Jervis, Jessiman, Jessop.

J Jessop, Lesbank Farm, Tinsdale.

Is that close to here?

On the road to Pickering. Could ask David to take you.

Ah, he has helped enough already.Is there a bus?

Back so soon?

We were running out of paper.

What about you, traffic checks?

-No. - What, nothing?

I've been busy with this RTA.

Woman who ran into a ditch? Give it a rest.

- That's busy, mate. - Blown tyre was it?

No, she reckons she fell asleep at the wheel,

but I'm not convinced.

I think another vehicle was involved.

Did you stop everything at the road check?

Everything except motorbikes. Why do you ask?

If another vehicle was involved,

you probably stopped it.

-What time? - Between . and ..

There's the list.

OK, you stopped two cars,

a lorry and a van during those times.

F Carter? F for Frank?

Remember anything about this van?

-You're joking. - Geoff?

I don't think so.

F? Oh, yes, I do, yes. He was the boss.

I remember thinking the van was a bit battered

for the boss to be driving.

FRANK: 'What can I do for you?'

I believe you were stopped

in a traffic check earlier today.

Yes.

A Transit van, registration JOO?

The officer said not to bother

about the registration documents

but they are here if you want to see them.

JOE:I'm investigating another matter, actually.

An accident that happened a mile or two

up the road from the checkpoint.

You don't know anything about that, do you?

Accident? No, I didn't see anything.

My colleague remembers your van as being a bit battered.

Well, yes. Guilty as charged.

You see, my drivers aren't as careful with my vehicles

-as they are with their own. - What do they deliver?

Wholesale beer, spirits and tobacco

to the retail trade.

- A bombproof business. - I'm not complaining.

The van, would it be possible for me

to take a look at it?

I was afraid you'd ask that.

- And why's that? - Well, it's not here.

Sent it to the body shop for a respray.

That's unfortunate.

-I booked it in yesterday. - Yesterday?

Mm. It's a bad advert for us.

I don't normally drive the vans.

Took it for a spin to see if it was worth spending money.

I'll give you the address of the body shop.

MUSIC: Catch The Wind by Donovan

♪ In the chilly hours and minutes

♪ Of uncertainty

♪ I want to be

♪ In the warm hold of your loving mind

♪ To feel you all around me

♪ And to take your hand along the sand

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

The van had been stripped?

JOE: Sanded down and undercoated.

The body repair man gave me a rough idea of what damage

had been covered up,

but any evidence of a match with her car is gone.

If it was there?

Sarge, this started

with menacing visits and phone calls.

Followed by the suspicious death of a family pet.

Now this accident.

I'm sure Carter is guilty of blackmail and intimidation.

You may well be, but you've got no proof.

Mrs Berisford said that she fell asleep at the wheel.

Carter's van may well have been on the road

and it may well have been dented.

But he booked it in before the accident happened.

That all seems too much of a coincidence.

Well, I admire your persistence, lad.

But until somebody makes a formal complaint,

you've got no case to pursue.

SIGHS

Hello, Richard.

Come and say hello.

Awww!

What's his name?

DOG WHIMPERS

Whatever you want to call him.

Richard?

Richard!

Has Richard come back from the shops?

No, not yet, Mummy.

So, you saw her, but you didn't speak to her?

Why not?

It is difficult to say.

I think about Janet so much.

Dreamed one day I would meet her.

-But when I saw her-- - She'd changed?

No.

She was as beautiful as I can remember.

So what stopped you, then?

She looked happy.

I saw Janet and her husband, so happy together.

I said... I said,

"What are you doing here, Tomasz?

You can only bring embarrassment to this place."

Well, I feel proper done.

-I will pack my bag. - Leaving straight away?

Who's going to play the piano for us?

One more night I will play for you.

EXHALES

Richard!

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Yes?

-Oh, hello, David. - I heard you just found her.

Oh. Are you going now?

Later tonight.

OK. It's just I wanted to show you a piano, but...

It's not in perfect condition,

but it might do for me to practise on.

Five minutes and I will come.

Perhaps on the way

we can return the photograph to Mr Sedman?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

DOOR CLOSES

-JOE: Still no sign? - No.

The shop assistant says he left

three-quarters of an hour ago.

I've phoned friends' houses.

He seems like a sensible lad, Mrs Page.

Yes, but after everything that's happened.

All right. Friends and family?

Checked.

Garden shed, tree house, places he liked to visit?

What about your mother?

Did he want to visit her in hospital?

Yes, but surely it's too far for him to go.

It's worth checking. Carol was visiting her today.

I'll ask her to keep an eye out.

I saw it in this barn years ago.

Didn't think it'd still be here.

He said if I can take it, I can have it for nothing.

What do you think, eh?

I mean,I know it needs a bit of work here and there.

Here and there, yes!

Here, there and everywhere.

With Mr Blaketon keeping the piano locked these days,

I thought this would do the job.

I'm pretty sure it sounds much better than it looks.

So, er... Well, go on. Have a go.

PIANO PLAYING OUT OF TUNE

I'm sorry, David.

It's all right. I know it's not you.

I mean, this is a bad idea.

What do you mean?

There is too much to repair.

Well, yeah, but I'm getting it for nothing.

This is worse than nothing.

Please. This piano is no good.

It is useless.

Useless. A bit like me, I suppose?

No, that is not what I mean.

All I wanted to do was to learn a couple of tunes.

But it's always the flippin' same!

It's just...

David, just stick to what you know.

Well, I've flippin' had enough of it!

SCREAMS

-ALAN: Any news? - No.

How long's he been gone?

About an hour. Something terrible's happened!

A car will be with us any time now.

-Just one car? - It's all we've got.

After everything that's happened to us?

We mustn't panic, love.

I'll direct them to head towards Ashfordly.

I'll take the Whitby direction.

I'll cover places he goes with his friends.

Call the station if he arrives back here.

What's the description?

Eight-years-old. Brown hair, blue jacket, grey trousers.

-Name? - Richard Page.

Start in the village and head north.

- Nothing more to go on? - Your instinct, Don.

Plus, your eyes, ears and nose.

Sure. Me Tonto, him Lassie.

Geoff, try and get hold of Carol at the hospital.

I think the boy may be trying to visit his grandmother.

Does she know he's missing?

No. I'd like Carol to tell her.

Is there any point worrying her at this stage?

I think there is.

I think she may know where he's got to.

She may just tell us the truth this time.

MUSIC: 'I Can Hear The Grass Grow' by The Move

♪ See the people all in line

♪ What's makin' them look at me

♪ Can't imagine that their minds

♪ Are thinkin' the same as me

♪ I can hear the grass grow

♪ I can hear the grass grow

♪ I see rainbows in the evening

♪ My head's attracted to

♪ A magnetic wave of sound

♪ With the streams of coloured circles ♪

-He's here. - So I see.

- Hi, Richard. You OK? - He's fine, aren't you?

I had an idea this is where he might be.

I told him I had the promise of a puppy.

Richard couldn't wait.

Sorry to have caused so much bother.

As long as he's safe, Mr Page.

I'll go and tell Mrs Berisford the good news.

PHONE RINGING

Excuse me a minute.

Evelyn's in a state. What's going on, Joe?

Are these instances related?

I think so and I think she knows why.

What's happening, constable?

We're continuing with our enquiries.

Well, why aren't you out there looking for him?

- You might be able to help. - In what way?

You know where he might have gone.

Have you talked to Alan?

Yes, and now I'm talking to you.

I believe Richard has been abducted.

- And I think you know why. - Joe!

You have to tell us what you know, Mrs Berisford.

SOBS

Evelyn, are you all right to do this?

Frank Carter.

What about him?

He's the man behind the threats.

He's the one who ran me off the road

and I'm sure he's responsible for Richard's disappearance.

He's been blackmailing you?

He's a crook, he's a dealer in contraband

and he's the one who roped in my son-in-law and husband

into his racket.

Now he's holding the whole family to ransom.

Your firm has been smuggling goods?

Please don't go into this now.

Just please, please, find my grandson.

Evelyn, what have you said?

What you should have been saying all the time!

You know that Carter's got Richard!

- Richard's at home. - At home?

Safe and well.

PHONE RINGING

I don't know what mess Evelyn is in.

- But she doesn't deserve it. -No.

Withholding the news about Richard was cruel.

Maybe so, but I was getting nowhere.

I had to do something

before things got even more out of hand.

Miller says Customs and Excise

are keen to have a word.

- I bet! - Gonna hand him over?

JOE: After we've thrown the book at him.

WETHERBY: Right. Don't forget to lock up.

Where have you been?

Oh, I had to take Tomasz to hospital.

We had a bit of an accident.

No breaks. Only bruises.

What happened?

Well, I, er... I slammed a piano lid on him.

I didn't do it on purpose!

Well, I should hope not, David.

I am sorry, Mr Blaketon,

I cannot play for you this evening.

Oh, Tomasz, I'm so sorry. I mean, that's a real shame.

But never mind, I've got some good news for you.

I've managed to locate an old friend of yours.

Friend of mine?

Yes, waiting for you in the snug.

Just go through.

DAWN: Well, go on, then, Tomasz!

Don't keep her waiting any longer.

DAVID: Who's that, then?

Janet Jessop. Well, Janet Norris that was.

Tomasz got the wrong end of the stick.

I found out that her husband

d*ed in an accident ten years ago.

Well... Well, who was the man that Tomasz saw, then?

Oh, just a farm hand. Hmm.

Where are you going?

- Oh, to have a look. - Leave them alone.

It's only a peek, Oscar.

SIGHS

MUSIC: 'Here Comes The Sun' by Barbara Dickson

♪ Here comes the sun

♪ Here comes the sun

♪ And I say it's all right ♪

-Well? - Oh, it's so lovely!

It's the ending that I'd pictured.

Well, bar the bandages.

Right, there we are.

What's that for, then?

For you, David, on the house, for services rendered.

-Services rendered? -Aye, to me

and to all our die-hard, cloth-eared, regulars.

May they all be left to slurp in silence.