06x04 - A Long Shot

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

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

Morning sun, I say it's
good to see you shine.

I know my baby brought you to me.

I know my baby brought you to me.

I know my baby brought you to me.

. , a loving is the
medicine that heals me.

In the duck, quack, quack.

In the duck.

Nick, breakfast.

Thanks honey, a slice of
toast would have been fine.

You need a good breakfast inside you.

Nick, I've been thinking
of getting a little job.

Oh yeah?

To get me out of the house a bit.

It'd only be a
couple of hours a day

and Rita's quite happy
to look after Katie.

You know she's reliable so you
didn't have any worries on that score.

Eileen, I think it's an excellent idea.

So you don't mind?

No.

What is this job?

Where's Harold Pounds
in Bulls of Vicious Bouncer?

Scorfield knocks it high
into the crowd for six.

You didn't move your feet.

Oh come on lad, I want a
good coat of oil on that bat.

Look after your tools and
they'll look after you, right?

Come on Rudy Pills.

He looks a goody.

Anyway, what about these then?

Two and a ten a piece
or four Bob the brace.

And if you're interested, fizzles
aren't the only thing I can supply.

You'd best come into the office.

Hello?

Oh hello Mick.

Yes I did call, I've got a couple of
cracking mares I'd like you to put that

stallion of yours to.

How much?

I can't afford that.

Well can't you do better?

No.

No, it's too much.

You would not believe what they're
asking for stud fees nowadays.

You having these?

What else can you supply
apart from pheasant?

Oh you're right, salmon, venison, elk.

Right, you're on.

And if you get a
decent thoroughbred

stallion in your snare,
give me a shout.

Morning Lyn.

Mr Owen.

Shouldn't you be at school?

I'm poorly.

You must be running pretty fast for
someone who's supposed to be poorly.

It's toothache.

Does your dad know?

I didn't want to worry him.
You won't tell him will you?

Well get yourself off to school then.

I'll be checking.

Well go on then, run.

Ah Mr Harrop, you still looking for
a stallion for them mares of yours?

You just happen to have one do you?

I think I know where I
can lay my hands on one.

Oh aye, when the rag and
bone man's finished his rounds.

What are you talking about? You
don't really think I'd want to share in a f

ull or half-totter's pony do you?

How dodgy is it?

Only nearly won a classic, that's all.

Nah, couldn't risk it.

From Round Here is it?

For me to know and you to find out.

Well the only horse
from Round Here that

did out in a classic
were Ashfordly Lad.

Morning.

You weren't thinking of
stealing him were you?

Oh stealing, borrowing.

You've got to be joking.
Lord Ashfordly's stallion?

Stick to poaching Greengrass.

Tell me you weren't trying on him then.

Please!

Hey!

If Mrs Watkins comes try to make it
look as though you're on business.

I am.

And I thought you came to see me.

An added incentive.

Has Lens Goffum turned up yet?

No, why?

I caught him hanging around
the village this morning.

He said he was off school with a
toothache but asked me not to tell his dad.

Oh.

I told him to get to
school and said I'd check.

Aren't kids frightened of bobbies anymore?

Well no, obviously not.

I'd better go.

I see teachers are still afraid
of their headmistresses though.

I'll keep my eye open for Len.

Thanks.

Alright for tonight?

Yeah, I'll see you later.

Right, in here, quickly.

Nice boy.

What do you think you're doing?

Just a man. I can't let her nicking sweets.

Is that true then?

I was going to pay for him.

So where's your money?

I left it at home.

Leave this to me, will you Betty?

You're not going to
let him get away with it?

I'm going to talk to his dad.

Oh no Mr Rowan, please don't.

You can't do that.

I can't see Harry Schofield taking
kindly to hearing his son's a thief.

Please Mr Rowan, don't tell me dad.

Well you should have thought of that
when I told you to go to school before.

You don't get two chances.

Thanks Betty.

What can I do for you Nick?

A bit more welding on that car of yours?

No the car's fine Harry.

I called to have a chat about Len.

Aye.

I bumped into him a
couple of times this morning.

You did, where?

In the village.

He was playing truant.

In what?

Well I gave him a warning,
packed him off to school.

What the heck was he doing?

He loved school, he's always done well.

What trouble is he didn't go.

He decided to help himself to some
sweets from the village store instead.

Nicking?

Nah, he wouldn't dare.

He was caught red handed I'm afraid.

Little beggar.

Where is he now?

At school.

I've let him off with a warning.

Can you have a word with him?

You can bet your house on that Mr Rowan.

This is really nice Gina.

You're a good cook.

I didn't make it, I've got a new chef.

Not another one who thinks
he's God's gift to women I hope.

It's all about me again.

The new kook.

That's why I'm here, how's she getting on?

She?

Everything alright Phil?

Eileen, if you ever get fed up of
looking after Nick and Katie, you can run

away with me.

Hey hands off Phil, she's mine.

It's a few years since handsome
young men were arguing over me.

Get your sandwich Nick?

Yes please.

So I shouldn't be
late to know you're

frequenting public
houses in your delivery?

Oh well you see, that's
the secret between

you and me and a
packet of strong minks.

Um, about that business earlier,
what exactly have you got in mind?

What I've got in mind
is going to another

pub, this one's getting
too full of coppers.

Hey Nick, have a word with
that schoolteacher of yours.

Her and her flaming horse,
she nearly k*lled me this morning.

Helen, what's the matter?

There was a big spider on my desk miss.

Len Schofield.

Yes miss?

Was it you?

No miss.

Empty out your pockets.

Where is it?

Where's what miss?

The spider.

What spider?

Roll up your sleeves.

Oh miss.

Now.

Where did you get these bruises?

Playing cricket miss.

I'm not stupid Len, this
isn't the cricket season.

Honest.

Len, is your paper out?

See if a LeBron's going to get
lucky or I'll pull a Pisces tonight.

What's happened to Gina then?

We're just good friends, apparently.

Give it back.

The sport in life.

The paper lad, he delivered it by mistake.

Well don't they do horoscopes Alf?

Yeah, they call them tips in
there, they're about as accurate.

Give it back.

Don't make out of mine again.

I'll tell you your fortune, Bellamy.

You don't even need to
cross my palm with silver.

Don't suppose it involves
a beautiful girl Sarge?

Not quite.

A few hundred acres of woodland,
a river bank, and lurking in the under

growth, green grass.

You'll hardly notice the difference Phil.

Lord Ashford is being plagued by
poachers again and I've told him we'll do

something about it.

Tonight.

It's not really theft though is it?
I mean we're only borrowing the horse.

I haven't agreed to it yet.

Me or I'd giggle to
it, the offspring of

an horse that wouldn't
have sent Ned yet.

He was fourth.

I know, he only had three in front of him.

There he is.

Where's he stabled?

Don't worry, it's far enough away
from the house, they won't hear us.

We won't be able to put
Ashfordly lad down as the sire.

It doesn't matter
does it? They were

worth thousands once
they started winning.

Can Lincoln like to play Mr. Scottfield?

Not tonight Billy.

Please Dad, just for half an hour.

Oh no, we're going to spend half an
hour talking about why you weren't in

school this morning.

If it takes less than half an hour you
then tell me why you've been stealing

from a village shop.

I'm sorry Dad.

Not as sorry as it will be.

How are you going to make out of
yourself with your criminal record?

I won't do it again.

Too damn right you won't.

Out that's worth having
is worth grafting for.

Seems you haven't been listening.

Sorry I can't come out tonight.

Mrs. Watkins lumbered me
with this for the school concert.

How about tomorrow?

Yeah, sure.

So you gave old Greengrass a
bit of a fright this morning did you?

He left to give me
some lessons. I can't

even get Lynn
Scofield back to school.

That boy worries me Nick.

He used to be top of the
class according to his reports.

Now he's just a troublemaker.

Well I've had a word
with his dad this morning.

Perhaps he'll talk some sense into him.

I was wondering if he
might be part of the problem.

Why's that?

He came to school with
some nasty bruises today.

Said he got them playing cricket.

What this time of year?

I'm betting your dad beats you up.

Oh come on, you don't know that.

Boys get bruises all the time don't they?

Well I hope you're right.

There's no mum around is there?

No, no, she died a few years ago.

Well I'm going to keep a
close eye on him from now on.

Shall we go riding first?

Eh?

Tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah alright.

Is there a problem?

No.

No there's nothing to it is there?

You just sit there and let
the horse do all the work.

For pity's sake, don't make a row.

I'll be quieter than your clutch.

Fetch the horse.

What about you?

I'll get box ready.

I've got a reputation to think of.

This trainer has not won a lot.

Get on with it.

Now then son, it's your birthday.

Have I got a present for you.

Come on lad, seven o'clock I
want you downstairs sharpish.

Got lots to do before school.

Come on.

Alright, come on son.

Come and meet the wife.

Good horse, good horse.

That's it.

Four years from now your
kid will be winning the derby.

Come on son.

I wish I'd never agreed to this.

So long of course, the last
friendly lad here does his stuff.

Don't go shouting his name like that.

Don't say that when we're walking
around the Royal Enclosure in Ascot.

As long as we don't end
up in Her Majesty's prison.

Don't worry, we'll have him back
before anybody knows he's missing.

Come on.

Darts team at the Aidensfield
Arms was too short for tonight Alf.

So I put our names down.

Well I can't make it.

They're counting on you.

I said I've got so much on.

Why can't you play?

Previous engagement.

I wouldn't play darts if I
had a date with Joe Weston.

Come on Alf, you never
have anything on midweek.

I said no!

Remy!

Sarge.

All quiet at Lord
Ashfordly's last night was it?

Yes Sarge.

Counted every fish in the river,
every pheasant in the wood.

And horses?

Horses Sarge.

Aye.

Because while you were
playing I Spy on the riverbank,

somebody sneaked in and nicked
his Lordship's valuable racehorse.

Len, I want you at the front.
Sort places with Susan please.

Do I have to?

Yes you do.

Have you been fighting?

No miss.

When did that happen?

It was an accident at home.

Right, today we're going to
talk about myths and legends.

Does anybody know any?

Len Schofield was named after a legend.

Is that right Len?

Yes miss. Len Hutton.

Yes, well, does anybody know the
story of Pegasus, the flying horse?

We'll be implementing a search
for the horse immediately sir.

Thank you Blaketon.

Tell me, I don't suppose either of
you gentlemen are averse to a little bet

now and again?

Sir?

Tip for you.
Cooper's Folly in the at Wetherby.

Oh well, thank you sir.

It's not very good odds.
He's carrying top weight.

I've had a whisper of my own sir.

Not that it's of any
interest to me of course.

The Skipper's Bridge, second favourite.

I don't think his Lordship wants to
know where your window cleaner sticks

his lucky pin Ventress.

Just thought I'd mention it.

I'll bear it in mind Constable.

Well, I'll wait well and ask for the
little ad Blaketon. Keep me informed.

Right sir.

Since when have you known more
about horse racing than the gentry? I mean,

these people know.

You'll be having a bet then will you Sarge?

Well, I'm not a gambling man as you
know, but I think in these circumstances

it'd be rude not to.

Sixpence each way, shouldn't come amiss.

Er Ventress, do you
know how to put on a bet?

I'll manage.

I might even have a
tenner on myself and all.

Leonard was such a nice
little boy when I took him.

Very bright.

He's bright enough, he
just doesn't seem interested.

Could it be something to do with
your teaching methods Joanna?

The other children seem
happy enough Mrs Watkins.

What's his father like?

He's what they call a man's man.

If Len's behaving at home like he is
at school, it won't go down well with

her at Schofield.

Could that explain the
bruises and today's black eye?

It's possible I suppose.

So what do we do?

There's nothing much we
can do, even if we wanted.

I don't encourage the parents
beyond the school gates.

By the same token, I don't interfere
with the home lives of our pupils.

But if they're being beaten
up, surely we have a duty to...

Joanna, this is a hard community.

Physical punishment is a fact of life.

And if that's the way the parents
want to discipline their children, there's

nothing much we can do about it.

What's so funny?

I can't believe I actually
managed to get you on a horse.

Yeah well Kate would
have been very impressed.

Did she ride?

Yeah, she did a bit when she was a kid.

It's something we always meant
to do when we first moved up here.

What stopped you?

Oh boring things like work got in the way.

Never found the time somehow.

She'd be the first to congratulate you.

Len Schofield turn up today?

Came to school with a black eye.

How'd he get that?

According to Len it was an accident.

You think it was his dad again?

It's too much of a
coincidence Nick, surely.

What are you going to do?

According to my dear
head mistress, nothing.

Well she's not concerned?

Physical punishment is
par for the course she says.

But I'm not letting it go Nick.

Come on, let's trot.

You know what to do, squeeze your knees.

Come on.

Come on, let's get him
back to where he belongs.

Could have gone better though couldn't he?

Who's a clever daddy?

Oh well it's an old boy in blue.

You take care of him, I'll hide behind.

Well it's not often we see
you up this way Constable.

No I just wanted to warn you there
might be some horse thieves in the area.

Lord Ashfordly's stallion
was stolen last night.

Was it? I haven't heard out about it.

Well I thought I'd better let you know.

If someone is stealing horses
they might well try here next.

Sounds like you've got a lively one there.

Oh hi, well it's very good of
you to tip me off Constable.

It's a pleasure.

Bye then.

Any luck at the stables Bellamy?

Not as far as stolen horses go Sarge.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well I didn't realise how many
good looking girls work with horses.

I'm thinking of taking up riding Sarge.

Rotten tip Sarge.

You lost by a mile.

Oh well, just a bit of fun to
liven up a dull afternoon eh?

Ashfordly Police.

Yes my Lord.

Lord Ashfordly.

You'll be wanting a progress report.

Not for you Sarge, it was
the king of the tipsters.

Well I'll be off.

PC Ventress.

Oh, did you?

Congratulations.

No.

No the Sergeant and I put
sixpence each way on Cooper's folly.

Oh yes, should I get another cert?

You're the first to know sir.

And about my tip, it
came in at sixteen to one.

He made a packet.

Look if Mrs Watkins won't get
involved there's not much you can do.

There must be something.

If Len's dad is beating
him I can't just ignore it.

But can't you do something?

Well, unless an official complaint
is made it's not a police matter.

According to Mrs Watkins
it isn't a school matter.

It's a matter of the wrong before
it becomes a hospital matter Nick.

I'll have a word with Harry.

Let him know we're concerned.

Do you really think that'll be enough?

You can talk to Maggie.

Get her to have a look at Len.

That's a good idea.

I could see if she can
come over tomorrow

while I'm taking
them for football.

You take football?

Yes, I know the rules.

Well, most of them.

Now, just remember everything
I've taught you and you'll be fine.

Now, off you go.

Hold Len.

You've been eating these?

I thought we had enough, haven't we dad?

I've been saving up.

It's important son, come on.

You know well who could
be Yorkshire Colts next.

Brian Close was playing
for England when he was .

I know, you said.

You're six years off and with all the
coaching I've been giving you... Yes.

Don't let me down son, I'm counting on you.

There he is Mr Clark.

Hello Len.

Your dad's told me great things about you.

Let's see what you can do.

Off you go lad.

You've got to do something.

We've got to get this ruddy stallion back.

We can't.

The place will be crawling with coppers.

Look, just leave it another day, trust me.

Is it serious stuff this card
school you've got tonight?

Gambling's always serious, especially
when Charlie Wallace is playing.

Charlie Wallace?

He's worth thousands.

It's a bit dangerous isn't
it, playing cards with him?

The notice is coming.

Oh, hello Alf, come in.

Evening.

What's he doing here?

Well, he's not... I
think the word you're

looking for is stopping,
because I'm going.

Do you know what you've
got friends in common Alf?

You have nothing in common, Goodingrass.

You don't even know me, do you understand?

Oh yes, my lips are sealed Mr Ventress.

Head over the ball Len, elbow up.

Get in line.

Out.

Out.

I'm sorry, Mr Schofield.

He really looks the part, but
he just hasn't got what he takes.

Oh, he's having a last night.
He's just nervous.

You should have seen him last season.

You've coached him very well.

It's nice to see a young
lad playing so correctly.

But without an eye for
the ball, it means an out.

I'm sorry, I can't take him on.

Looks like Alf's got a good 'UN.

I'm out.

Charlie.

I don't frighten that easily.

I see you, and raise you a pound.

I'll, um, see your pound.

And there's another one.

He is serious.

I'll take a look at him.

Two pairs.

Kings.

Tens.

You lose in streaks,
come into an underlast.

What went wrong?

They were bowling lollipops at you.

I'd have smashed them out of the net.

Maybe it was this black eye.

They were bowling right fast.

We're trying.

Maybe you want it to fail,

so you can play football after
school with all the other no-hopers.

Maybe I'm wasting my time. I'm in money.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Sorry?

Apart from wasting that coach's
time, you make me look a right fool.

I see you.

Raise you two pounds.

Perfect.

You're getting into my stakes
too easy tonight, Charlie.

It's only money.

It's just you and me again, Sherlock.

Up to you.

Well, see you.

Raise you five.

See you five.

Raise you ten pounds.

Ten.

If you don't think your cards are
good enough, Alf, just throw them in.

Up to see you.

There. Cost you?

More than a week's wages on there.

See you.

A pair of aces.

Well, that's all.

You bet that on a pair of aces.

And another pair of aces.

Can you beat four of a kind, Alf?

Well, if you hear any gossip, let me know.

Lord Ashfordly might have
him stump up a reward.

Yeah, well, I do get one or two horses
for showing, so you might be lucky.

How's Len?

I've had a word with him.

He won't be messing about any more.

Are you saying he's got a real shiner?

That's what this is all about, innit?

He's got no to-do horses.

Look, don't be like that, Harry.

We are looking for the horse.

I'm just a bit concerned that he
turned up with a black eye the day after a

bit of bother.

Mind your own flaming business.

We'll be all right this time.

I don't know, Sir, and Ashfordly's
the first thing you want anybody about.

Flippin' heck. Here's another one.

I'll make myself scarce.

Mr Harrop?

He's here, Bellamy, from Ashfordly.

What's Greengrass doing up here?

Um... He's trying to pick
up a few tips, of course.

What can I do for you?

Well, you might have heard about
this racehorse that's gone missing.

Heard?

Al Fentress and now you.
You'll be bumping into each other next.

I'm sorry, I didn't know
they'd been up already.

Well, for the third time, I
don't know anything about it.

Well, I'm sorry to have
bothered you, Mr Harrop.

Thank you.

So what did he say when you
asked him about the bruises?

Everyone an accident. Even the black eye.

I'm worried about his
behaviour in class too.

Blowing you up?

He just doesn't seem interested.
He's got no concentration.

Sorry, Miss, I crossed it through to head.

You're gonna make a sense of all
of them if you don't learn to head.

I didn't see it coming.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah.

Five more minutes.

Er, not you, then.
There's something I want you to do for me.

Do I have to, Miss?

Well, only take a second.

All right.
Can you read me that number plate?

Bit fuzzy.

All right, then. Go closer. Two steps.

Keep on going until you
can read the number plate.

E-V-S- - - -A.

All right, then, then. Well done.

Is that it?

Yeah, for the moment.

You go and finish the game.

I don't want to see you in the
secretary's office after dinner.

There's a chart I want you to look at.

There's definitely something
wrong with his eyesight.

Oh, it's good to see you two
here, instead of out doing my job.

Eh?

I'm supposed to be doing the stables.

When I called on Mr Harrop today, he
tells me I wasn't even the second Bobby

to knock on his door.

Oh, no, no, no. I was the third.

Yeah, sorry, Phil.
Joe and I were passing there yesterday.

Just thought we'd pop in and warn him.

What about you, Alf?
Were you just passing as well?

Mind your own business.

Keep your hair up.

What's the matter with you nowadays?

There you go again, sticking your nose in.

Hey, all right, take it easy, Alf.

What's up?
You got a blade-tin on your back?

No.

Should it be?

It's personal, OK?

Anything we can do?

No, there isn't.

Time.

Come in.

Take a seat.

Oh, sorry about Matt.

It wasn't as I was expecting you.

It's all right, Mr Schofield.

Why don't you sit down?

Aye, I will.

Mrs Bolton and I wanted a word
with you about a couple of things.

I'm worried about Len.

His schoolwork hasn't
been as good as it should be.

I'm afraid he's been a bit too busy.

I'm worried about Len.

His schoolwork hasn't
been as good as it should be.

He's a bright boy, Mr Schofield.

And judging by his previous
record, he should be doing far better.

What do you want me to
have a word with you about?

We were just wondering if there was
any reason for changing his behaviour.

Do you have any problems with him at home?

No, never. Is he a good lad?

We thought he might have
been getting into a few scrapes.

I couldn't help noticing the
bruises that he's picked up lately.

You're friendly with
Nick Rowan, aren't you?

Well, yes, but...

Yeah, well, if you're
all so desperate

to know, I never laid
a finger on the lad.

He got his black eye whilst
we were practising his batting.

I was tossing a golf ball up for him.

I thought if he could hit that, a
cricket ball would be like a balloon.

But he couldn't.

What a waste of time.

I thought he had the Meckins around.
I was kidding myself.

So this cricket thing's serious, then?

Aye.

Well, even for a little lad, he
could smack a ball. He had timing.

So you want him to play professionally?

Aye.

So he won't have to struggle like me.

You see, my father was a friend of
Len Utton, who played for England.

Now, he was something special.

Now, is there anything wrong with
me wanting my life to be like that?

No, but is it what Len wants?

Of course.

But he knows talents
now, without discipline.

I know he's got the
discipline, but no talent.

No talent.

Could be his eyes, Mr Schofield.

I gave him a test today.

Len needs glasses.

Glasses?

His eyesight must have
deteriorated quite rapidly.

It can happen at that age.

If he can't take the ball,
he'll never be a cricketer.

Not a good one, anyhow.

It's all I've ever wanted for him.

Mm.

You left this?

Then why didn't you call me earlier?

Because... Well, because I
thought he'd come home on his own.

And all this stuff
about me hitting him,

I couldn't, I wouldn't,
Nick, I promise.

Ever checked his friends?

Nobody I can think of.
He hasn't been seen since he left school.

Freezing out there.

Could he have gone to a relative?

Well, there's only me and him round here.

Why would he run off?

Well, you can talk to him
about that once we get him back.

Right, now listen.

PC Rowan is organising locals
in Aidensfield to search the village.

Now, the chances
are the lad will have

stayed close to home
and they'll find him.

He won't last long if
he's gone further afield.

Now, you've all got maps.

Ventress will lead one
group and I'll lead the other.

Right then, let's go.

Right.

Right, thanks.

Rowan's here again.
He must be up to flipping the elastic.

Hey, Harry Schofield's lad's gone missing.
He's run away from home.

How long's he been gone?

Since last night.

I've not seen him up this way, sorry.

He might be hiding in
one of your barns or boxes.

Well, we'd better go and
have a look then, straight away.

Well, he's not been in the stables
because we've already mocked him out.

No, but perhaps he might be
in one of the barns, Mr Harrop.

Yeah, all right.
If you see him, let me know. Thanks.

Now what do we do?

The place will be overrun with
coppers again looking for the kid.

I'll give them a couple of hours to
search Aidensfield and then we can let

the ox go and find its own way home.

Claude, it's not a flaming homing pigeon.

Phil, about blowing my top with
you and Nick yesterday. I'm sorry.

Forget it.

Do you think you can lend
us ten Bob until payday?

Can't help you, mate. I'm skint.

Skint? After all the overtime
that you've been working?

An expensive life being
a bachelor boy, Alf.

Only I've had a bit of a tip.
It's a sure thing.

You'll get your money back
this afternoon, with interest.

Well, if I had it, I'd lend it you, Alf.
You know that?

Stop it. Alf.

Now Len's not in any trouble,
but he's run away from home.

I want you to think if there's
anywhere that he might have gone.

According to your Miss Weston,
the lad might be up at Rowley Woods.

I know the place,
Sarge. There's an

old summer house
there. I'll take a look.

Well, go on.
Get off home, you daft apath. Go on.

We'll have to get him
closer to Ashfordly Hall.

Leaving me here, he'll like us
not coming back to my place.

Right. We'd better go by a back
road, but we should be all right.

I mean, if any
coppers stop us, what's

more natural than a
lost man in a lost box?

Yeah, makes sense.

Mind you, it'd probably be
better if I didn't come with you,

because for some reason the
coppers are a bit suspicious of me.

Claude, you're coming.

I'm in.

Can't this thing go any faster?

What's that?

Looks like a kid. Hang on.

We can't.
We've got to get the stallion back.

Stop the Van or I'll stop it for you.

That's Gofield, lad.

We can ring the police.
Anonymous. Tell them where he is.

You're talking to me.
I can't leave him here.

I've got to go and
get him to hospital or

something. Come
on, give me a hand.

Oh, don't just stand there. Come on.

You get that end.

Should I keep on driving?

Don't be mental. Stop the Van.

Hey, n*gg*r, it's this Gofield lad.
We found him lying in the road.

Is he all right?

No, he's unconscious.
We're taking him to hospital.

I'll radio ahead. Follow me.

Come on, I'll let you inside.

Where is he?

He's in there.

I'll take him.

He's a bit of a man.

Have you got him?

Come on, lad.

I've got him.

Come on, son.

All right, son.

All right.

Let's get moving before they come back.

Don't be awful. We're laughing.

They'll never be able
to prove we've had it.

Oh, come on.

What's up with you?

Why don't you take a nap? Quickly!

Follow me.

So it was Greengrass who found him, was it?

Yeah, him and Joss Harrop, Sarge.

They were in his horse box on
that back road to the Asfordly estate.

Excuse me a minute, Sarge.

Right. Out.

And you, Mr Harrop. Come on.

What have you got in the back?

Um... horse.

I don't think we've got in there a camel.

Is it yours?

Uh... Well, whose is it, then?

It were all his idea.

What are you talking about?
What would I want with a race horse?

To win the derby, you said. Remember?

Oh, come on, mate. I mean...
I mean... I'm an hero, ain't I?

I mean, we both are.

You had hundreds of blokes
looking for that kid, dogs the lot,

but we were the ones that found him.

What's all that got to do with
the theft of Lord Asfordly's horse?

We were just taking him back.

Well, you'd better get a move on, then.

Well, we can't. The engine's gone.

We'll start walking.

Walking? With my knees?
It's nearly five miles.

If that horse is back
within two hours,

we might just forget
it ever went missing.

Two hours? It'll take us
that long to get it out the box.

You haven't got time to argue, Claude.

Start walking.

Everything's going to be all
right from now on, then, lad.

Better than ever.

I'm sorry, Dad.

No.

It's me who's wrong to be sorry.

I should never have pushed you so hard.

I was only trying my best.

Reckon you can forgive me?

Hello, Len. How are you feeling?

OK, Miss.

We're going to have
to decide what glasses

you're going to have
to wear, Len, lad.

I don't want them that make
me look like the Milky Bar kid.

As long as you can see the blackboard.

Yeah, and a cricket ball.

Maybe skip those reinforced ones.
Save yourself another black eye.

Dad says I can play in glasses.
Is he right?

Yeah.
What about that new opener for Yorkshire?

He wears glasses.

Oh, Geoffrey Boycott? Well, he's not bad.

Oh, Len'll be better than that.

That's if he wants to be,
mind. It's... It's up to him.

You might not be pushing him
any more, Mr Schofield, but I will be.

He's got a bit of catching
up to do with his schoolwork.

I really never thought I'd
see you again, old chap.

Where exactly did you say you found him?

On the moors, wasn't it, Claude?

Oh, yes, yes. Any idea where he'd been?

No, not exactly,
but wherever it was,

he'd been very well
looked after, my lord.

You know, I'd like to give you
gentlemen some sort of reward.

You've no idea how much
the lad here means to me.

Very kind of you. I don't think
there's any need for that, sir.

If we could just have a word.

I'm going to ask him if you'll
put this stallion to your mares.

We've already...

I know that, but if
we can do it officially,

you can put Ashfordly
lad's name on the papers.

That way, the falls
will be worth a fortune.

I think you're being too
harsh, blaketon gentlemen.

I don't want to talk for myself, my lord.

I knew he was up to something.

But Mr Arapi has got a
couple of lovely mares,

and I thought it might be a nice
idea if you'd put your stallion to his ma

res without a stood for him.

An excellent idea,
Mr Greengrass, sir,

but it wouldn't be
much use, I'm afraid.

As I told the police, he's
never been a stud horse.

Well, it's never too late to start, is it?

Ashfordly lad is sterile, Claude.
He only fires blanks.

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