10x15 - Not So Special

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VERNON: Fantastic!

ENGINE SPUTTERS

Oh, start, you blasted piece of machinery!

ENGINE SPUTTERS

Is that no good, Mrs Barton?

Problems?

It's just...

Well, it won't start.

Don't worry, Mrs Barton. We'll sort you out.

I hope so. I've delayed David enough already.

No, you haven't, Mrs Barton.

Kindness himself, this lad, you know.

Always offering to help me.

Doesn't Jed Harrison help you out anymore?

Well, I thought he was better off left at the farm today.

- The mood he's in. - Right.

ROARING ENGINE What's that?

Copper!

VERNON: Keep going! They'll never recognise us.

Is that legal?

Yes, sir. We have one Special starting today.

We have a full complement at the moment,

but if other recruits become available,

we could look at thinning out some of the dead wood.

Indeed I will. Goodbye, sir.

It had "Ted's Rod" painted on the back.

It's a bit of a giveaway, don't you think?

So, if you see it...

You're more likely to find it out your way.

Not today.

Craddock wants me to finish this lot off. Look...

How he expects me to do this and train the new Special,

I do not know.

I can do that for you, Mike.

Sarge, Mike's got an awful lot of paperwork.

I can take the Special 'round today.

Haven't you got anything else on?

Only a statement at the hospital from a drunk.

Oh, well. In that case...

My experience and wealth of local knowledge

will be of invaluable help to him,

and probably get him on the beat quicker.

Well, I do have a lot of work on, Sarge.

Very well.

Mr Emney... If you'd like to come through, please.

No need for your helmet. This is your warrant card.

It allows the same powers as any serving police officer

and the same responsibility towards members of the public.

Right. I'll leave you with PC Ventress.

Try not to get into any bad habits, will you?

Right, Sarge.

BERNIE: What's this?

VERNON: What's this?

That is the road to riches, dear brother of mine.

Ashfordly to Aidensfield in minutes, seconds.

If that had been a time trial, we'd have been quids in.

Is there a point to all this?

The point is, Bernard, you're going to build one of these,

and I am going to race it.

There's money in it. Look.

- BERNIE: What's that? - Yorkshire underground press.

I'm not getting involved in anything subversive!

It's not subversive, Bernard!

It's mostly vegetarian restaurants. But look...

"Trans-Pennine time trial.

"Prize £."

- We're going in for that. - We haven't got a car!

Bernard, we have got a car.

TED: You're racing that?

Fancy a side bet?

I thought you'd never ask. How much?

TRICIA: Are you all right?

I thought I was.

You'll have to take it easy.

It's a bit difficult with a pub to run

and Oscar away at Wetherby.

No more lifting heavy beer crates.

I'd have waited for Dr Hunter to get back off holiday but...

Don't worry about it. We're getting all his patients.

His locum went down with flu.

All those sick people breathing over him?

Probably.

I hope they get another one sorted out sharp.

It's a bit of a trek for everyone to get to Ashfordly. There you go.

I'm afraid rest is the only cure for a pulled muscle.

Thanks, Doctor.

- Ta-ra, now. - Ta-ra!

I'll be about ten minutes.

I need to get a statement from someone in here.

Shouldn't I come see how it's done?

Okay. Everything helps, I suppose.

HORSE NEIGHS

Shift over, shift over.

Come on. Move your big head. Shift over.

There's your feed.

PAIL CLANGS

HORSE NEIGHS

Jed?

Oh, Jed! Where've you got to?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

Oh, talking to me now, are we?

I've had a day of it, Jed.

You and me both.

I shouldn't have shouted at you.

I must be upset about last night.

Don't tell me somebody were here in the night.

Well, it's true.

If you say so.

HAROLD: Have you been in a long time, Constable Ventress?

- years. - Right.

Wanted to stay a constable, did you?

That farm up there belongs to Mrs Barton.

ALFRED: She's reported several attempted break-ins.

There's nothing there to steal... but that's criminals for you.

So, what are you going to do?

I think the harvest will be good, this year.

- What good's that? - I'm only saying.

- You should have written poetry. - There's no need to be like that.

Sorry, but half the time, it don't make sense.

You don't listen. We're in a pretty serious mess here.

Well, I'm trying my best.

You say you've no money, but you're in the pub often enough.

It's the only pleasure I get.

I don't even get that.

- Well, you don't drink. - That's not the point.

Oh, I can't talk to you, woman.

When are you going to wake up?

I don't think just selling the horse

is gonna solve problems in the farm, Aunty.

Well, what else can I do? I've got Jed to consider.

'Jed this, Jed that.'

He's not even family, Aunty.

'No, happen he's not.'

But ever since your Uncle Albert died,

he's been a very loyal friend to me.

'It's all very well, but you know what I think.

'You can't manage that place any more.'

I know exactly what you think.

But I'm not leaving me home.

SHE HANGS UP THE PHONE

Now, when you're on nights, just check the doors.

No problem. Check the doors.

Okay, Gina?

Fine, thanks, Alf.

Gina, are you taking my advice? No heavy lifting, remember?

Just getting bits and bobs.

BONNET SLAMS SHUT

Well, you must be mad.

How on earth will you win with this engine?

For once, Bernard, I agree with you.

Oh!

But with this one...

..we can't lose.

FOOTSTEPS ON GRAVEL

Jed? Is that you?

Who is it?

There's nothing here to pinch.

Oh, please don't frighten me!

- Hello? HORSE SNORTS

SHE SCREAMS

HORSE SNORTS AND NEIGHS

Glenda? It's me. Can you come over, please?

I've hurt my arm.

You have been in the wars.

Aye, well, I was seeing to the horse and it lashed out.

She worries about that horse, not herself.

I have to worry about it.

You're lucky, Mrs Barton. There's no lasting damage,

but you should take more care of yourself.

She's heard it all before. She won't listen.

Glenda, stop your fretting.

It's not like it happens every day.

Not every day, no, but...

Well, there you are, then. Right. Can I go now, then, Doctor?

Gina's pregnant.

How do you know, Alf?

I saw her at the hospital coming out of the maternity unit.

And then I saw that Dr Summerbee

patting her there when she was carrying some shopping.

It explains why Phil's been so moody, lately

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly police?

David... David...

Stay exactly where you are. We're on our way.

HE HANGS UP THE PHONE

DAVID SNIFFLES

I wasn't driving fast! It just went.

Calm down, David. It'll be all right.

It'll be okay.

DAVID WHIMPERS

- Is the animal alive? - Barely. There's a lot of blood.

- He must have taken a corner fast. - He's normally a steady driver.

Nothing steady about this, is there?

The tow truck's on its way, Sarge.

Good work. Excellent.

The road's blocked. Turn round and go the other way.

That's the vet!

Okay. Go through.

There's nothing wrong

with a little bit of enthusiasm, Constable Ventress.

VEHICLE APPROACHING

How much do you get for these call-outs?

- It depends. - Well, how much do you ask?

It depends.

Bernard! You're not much of a businessman, are you?

It's a good job, we're gonna earn a few quid

once we get the hot rod up and running.

Peggy Barton's Land Rover, isn't it, Alf?

Yes, it is.

You better wait here a few minutes.

The vet's going to put the horse down.

Oh, Lord! That's a shame.

I only serviced that Land Rover the other week.

I wouldn't mention that out loud, Bernard.

g*nsh*t

Constable, I'm Glenda Marriot, Mrs Barton's niece.

GLENDA: Whatever have you done, Aunty?

We've had a bit of an accident.

What? You shouldn't be driving.

- Mrs Barton wasn't driving. - David was driving.

Oh, I see.

They've had to put the horse down.

Oh, aunty, you can't go on like this.

Where's Jed?

Oh, he's about.

- Probably in the barn. - GLENDA: In the pub, more like.

I'm worried about her.

She tells me she keeps hearing someone

creeping around, late at night.

In a way, I hope it's true.

I mean, at least that means she's not losing her mind.

Jed: Peggy! Peggy!

They just told me about the crash.

Where on earth were you sending that cob?

Where do you think I was sending it?

I had to try and get your money from somewhere.

And how long would that money have lasted?

It'll take more than that to solve your problems.

At least I could have given you what I owe you.

Then what? You'd be back where you started.

There's things I could do. An auction, for one.

There's plenty for me to sell.

I'm just not getting through to you, am I, Peggy?

I've stuck by you for years, nowt to show for it.

Then... Oh, what's the use?

HE STOMPS AWAY

MOTORBIKE PULLS UP

MICHAEL: Hello?

Hello.

Bernie?

Is Bernie about?

No, not at the moment.

Right, well... Thanks.

Look... while I'm here, I was just wondering...

..do you know anything about souped-up cars?

- Hot rods, that sort of thing. - Hot rods?

No.

Well, they started in America.

One came from the direction of Ashfordly,

the other day, going like a bat out of hell.

And you think it started in America?

CLOCK TICKS

WINDOW SMASHES

Jed?

FOOTSTEPS

Who is it?

Hello? Answer me.

SHE GRUNTS

LOCK CLICKS SHE GASPS

g*n FIRES

SHE ANXIOUSLY WHIMPERS

Between you and me, Sergeant Craddock,

I don't think there was anybody, creeping around.

It's not the first time she's had police around, is it?

There have been one or two false alarms, yes.

I'm frightened she might be going... you know.

And now, firing off a shotgun.

I don't know what to do for the best.

RAYMOND: I can see it's a worry.

But she does have Jed Harrison to help her.

That's hardly a comfort! He's not exactly the reliable type.

We don't normally patrol private property.

But I'll get an officer to keep an eye on the place.

I'm sure there's no need. Thank you, Sergeant.

Ventress, do you know this Jed Harrison?

- I know of him. - What's he like?

He's a funny old stick.

He likes a drink, but I don't think he'd thr*aten her.

What reason would he have?

She wants me out, you know.

- MICHAEL: Who does? - My niece, Glenda.

She's only concerned for you, that's all.

I didn't just imagine there was somebody here, did I?

No. You do hear strange sounds in old houses.

- RAYMOND: Mike! - Look, I'd better go. Excuse me.

She didn't imagine it. Someone was here. Sarge!

What is it?

It looks like someone did break in.

Lucky for them, they're not full of shot.

We'd better take Mrs Barton's shotgun away.

I was only defending meself.

Of course, you were.

You know, I was thinking...

..do you ever wonder what you might have done

if you'd never come to Aidensfield?

I wouldn't have met you. HE LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY

But you wouldn't be working in a pub either, would ya?

No, probably not.

Is there anything else you would have done?

Oh, I don't know.

- Won the pools! - Mmm!

- Some people think my job's great. - People like Alf.

Yeah. It is from his side of the bar.

Would you give it up?

No. I don't think I would.

If Mrs Barton wasn't imagining things,

she could have actually had a prowler.

This Harrison chap that you know.

He's around there the whole day. Why should he break in?

She owes him his wages, doesn't she?

And he's conveniently disappeared.

And if it wasn't, he could well be wounded.

Ventress, see if you can find him.

Should I try all the local hostelries?

No, you should not.

If he's not at his place, I would suggest a wounded man

might seek a medical attention.

- The hospital, Sarge? - Exactly, Special Constable Emney.

I'm glad I'm not completely wasting my time.

- Now, get on with it. - Sarge.

It is a very serious step to take, Mrs Marriot.

What's the alternative?

Me aunt's a danger to herself and she won't let anyone help her.

She can't go on living in that farmhouse.

It's falling apart around her.

If a doctor agrees that your aunty's a danger

to herself and to others,

she can be taken into hospital for observation.

What else can I do?

I know she loves that place, but...

If anything happened to her I'd never be able to forgive myself.

Harrison!

Jed Harrison, are you there?

HE KNOCKS

Jed?

MOTORCYCLE APPROACHES

- I was just coming to see you. - Oh, yeah? What about?

Mrs Barton's Land Rover? - I've finished checking it over.

MICHAEL: Notice anything unusual?

BERNIE: No, I only serviced it last week.

But I thought the steering was faulty?

Not when it left here.

BERNIE: I put new steering track rod ends on.

Go away, will you?

- They were in working order? - Yeah, I double-checked everything.

Something must have gone wrong with it after it left you.

BERNIE: It must have done.

I can't imagine what.

Unless someone else messed about with it.

I was going down over the dip.

It wouldn't turn, so I just I ended up in a ditch.

When did you volunteer to drive it, David?

You know Mrs Barton's hurt her arm, so she can't drive.

And Jed, he wasn't there.

So that was yesterday morning.

Aye, yesterday morning.

So, as far as anybody knew,

Mrs Barton was going to drive the Land Rover.

Seems someone wanted her out of the way.

I think we know who that someone might be.

Phil, there's no sign of him.

I've checked inside and all his belongings are there.

So, he'll probably come back.

Yes, I should think so.

Anyway, I'm off to the hospital, now.

Let Craddock know, will ya?

CAR DOORS SLAM SHUT

Right, you, step out of the vehicle, please, sir.

- Sorry, I was only... - Special Constable Emney.

We've had reports of a speeding vehicle in the area

that matches the description of this.

I imagine you might know something about that, eh?

Sorry, no, I didn't...

..I wasn't... I'm really sorry.

I'll be reporting this. You can bet on that.

There's something funny going on here.

You've not heard the last of this.

I must use your telephone. Urgent police business.

- Pardon? - I think you heard me.

I'm a police officer, and I need to use your telephone.

Well, I'm very sorry, Officer, the pub's closed.

Oi! Where do you think you're going?

You're not going to be ready to race, are you?

Don't bet on it.

I thought that's what we were doing, betting on it.

Absolutely right. What did we say, again?

to one against you doing a run in under minutes.

I think I'll have a tenner's worth at those odds.

Done.

ENGINE ROARS

I forgot to mention I've got a new engine.

If PC Bellamy had gotten there a bit quicker

we could have affected an arrest.

I'm sure Constable Bellamy got there as fast as he could.

I called him from the Aidensfield Arms

but he was just too late.

Right. Thank you, Emney.

I'm not blaming him or anything...

RECEDING FOOTSTEPS HAROLD SHUTS THE DOOR

PHIL SLAMS THE LOCKER What have you been saying about me?

Just giving my report.

Report? Just 'cause you're called "Special"

doesn't make you special.

Don't go throwing your weight around in the Aidensfield Arms.

- Keep it down. - I was on official business.

Yeah? It doesn't give you the excuse for bad manners.

What's going on?

Constable Bellamy's telling me off, Sarge.

'Cause I needed to use the telephone in the Aidensfield Arms

and his girlfriend got upset.

Gina said Special Constable Emney seemed a bit...

well, abrupt, Sarge.

Urgency doesn't always allow for social niceties.

You'd do well to remember that.

RAYMOND'S FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

- Are you certain she's pregnant? - Seems so.

I'm amazed Gina's said nothing.

Maybe they want to announce it together.

Where are you off to?

I'm just going over to Mrs Barton's.

- To see if she's okay. - I wonder if Glenda's there.

I think she's quite concerned.

- She thinks her aunt's a bit mad. - She might have a point.

I think she's trying to get her away from the farm, for her own safety.

Do you really think that's necessary?

There aren't many alternatives. I actually feel sorry for Glenda,

she's damned if she doesn't do anything, damned if she does.

At least Mrs Barton's got someone to look out for her.

Making sure she's included in the will.

She's not. She gets nothing. I should know. I drew it up.

Well, who does?

I'm not supposed to say, Mike.

Jed Harrison. He gets the lot.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

- Evening. - Evening.

- Thanks a lot. Cheers. - Thanks very much.

GUESTS CHAT

- ID, please. - Get lost!

I won't ask you again, lad. Give me your name.

What do you think you're playing at?

I believe these are underage drinkers without proof of ID.

I'm about to ask them to vacate the premises.

- They're not underage. - I believe they are.

You could be responsible and have your licence removed.

- Name. - That's enough, Harold.

Don't you think?

I think you'll find I have everything under control, Constable.

Right. Out. Come on, out.

Come on, out.

What have you been playing at?

I know it wasn't your fault.

Just let me deal with it in me own way.

GLENDA HANGS UP PHONE

ENGINE APPROACHING

Right, Bernard, this is it. The moment of truth.

Is she made of the right stuff?

Look, Vernon... I'll wait here.

Bernard, we're in this together.

Hang on to your hat.

VERNON: It's going to be a bumpy ride.

BERNIE: I want to get out!

ENGINE REVS

MOTORCYCLE ACCELERATES

MICHAEL: Jed Harrison...

..you've got some explaining to do.

So, can you explain yourself, Mr Harrison?

I told you. I was trying to put the fire out, not start it.

Why would I do summat like that?

That's what we'd like to know.

How did you hurt your hand?

I work on a farm, don't I?

Can you tell us where you have been the last couple of days?

- Why should I? RAYMOND: Because, Mr Harrison,

in case it has escaped your notice, we are investigating

a number of serious incidents relating to your employer.

So, what exactly are you proposing, sectioning her?

I don't know.

I think Mrs Marriot is trying to figure out what's best

for her aunt. - I'm really not sure

how I can help.

Could you go and see her at the farm?

It's just that she trusts you.

But I'm not qualified

to carry out that sort of examination.

Perhaps in an unofficial capacity?

I'd really appreciate it if you could help, Doctor.

because if she's as feeble as I think,

I'm going to have to face up to the consequences.

It seems curious to me, that you were conveniently unavailable

to drive Mrs Barton's Land Rover on the day of the crash.

There's nowt curious about it.

- So where were you? - I were in my van.

Well, I'd had a few and I fell asleep.

You're not going to lock me up for that, are you?

No, but we know now that Mrs Barton's Land Rover

had been interfered with.

What do you mean?

MICHAEL: Someone had tampered with the steering.

And?

And I think you should realise how serious this looks.

You had the opportunity to do it.

It's common knowledge your relationship with Mrs Barton

was not exactly what you'd call trouble-free.

What do you know about her and me? Anyway, that don't prove anything.

And I suppose you don't know anything about the break-in

in the farm, either?

No, I don't. Why would I break into the farm? I work there.

Someone has been trying to frighten Mrs Barton.

We now have reason to believe her life is in danger.

You mean... someone wants her dead?

You think I'd do that? You think I'd k*ll Peggy?

Mr Harrison, please, please, just sit down.

You... You can't deny that you would gain from the death.

What are you talking about?

Oh, come on, Harrison!

We all know what we're talking about.

You are the sole beneficiary if Mrs Barton dies.

Sole... ben...

Well, it's the first I've heard of that.

If she dies, you get everything.

A strong motive, don't you think?

It would be if it were true.

What do you expect us to think?

You can't even tell us where you've been.

RAYMOND: Mr Harrison,

you need to think very carefully about this.

If you can't provide us with a firm alibi,

you will be facing very serious charges.

I... I were... I were drunk, weren't I?

What, for two days?

Aye, for two days! Ask the landlord of The Black Dog.

He won't have forgotten me, not with the slate I run up.

It's my niece, isn't it? She's behind all this.

She's just concerned.

She thinks I shouldn't be here. That's what all this is about.

You want to take me away.

Come on, Aunty!

No-one wants to force you into anything.

- Isn't that right, Doctor? - Absolutely,

and you were right to ask me to come over here.

As long as she looks after herself,

she's got you to keep an eye on her, I don't see any reason for concern.

Delta Alpha - to Control. Over.

'Go ahead, Phil.'

Tell Craddock Harrison checks out. Landlord confirmed his story. Over.

Well, if you ask me, it's Glenda Marriot

you should be talking to.

- Why's that, then? - I thought she'd inherit the farm.

I think she thought so too. Maybe... she got tired of waiting.

Yes, well, we'll be continuing our enquiries,

Mr Harrison, but in the meantime...

- What? -..try and stay off the drink.

JED SLAMS THE DOOR

I had occasion to check for underage drinkers

in the Aidensfield Arms

There weren't any underage drinkers.

If they were teenagers you'd look the other way.

- What do you mean? - We all know your reasons

for protecting that pub -Listen, you little...

That is enough!

Constable Bellamy, I can hardly believe your behaviour.

An officer of your experience manhandling a fellow officer

in a public house!

As for you, Special Constable Emney,

I can only assume that Constable Bellamy

was provoked in order to act as he did.

I was only doing my job.

RAYMOND: So, you believe your actions were justified?

- In my judgement, yes, Sarge. - RAYMOND: Sergeant.

You have not been in this job long enough

to make such a judgement!

That concludes today's sale, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you very much.

I don't see the point of all this.

Well, it'll keep me going for a few months, and I can pay Jed,

and come spring, I'll let the top meadow.

So like the doctor said, you can stop worrying about me.

Not bad, Mrs Barton, considering.

Oh, thank you, Mr Whitely. That's just what I needed.

Right.

I should leave you to it, then.

Oh, hello, Constable. I wasn't expecting you.

I've actually come to see Mrs Marriot, if that's all right.

- Have you got a minute? - Certainly.

As you know, we've been investigating the incidents

that have taken place here over the last couple of days.

Oh, Mrs Barton.

I thought you'd arrested Jed Harrison.

We released Mr Harrison earlier today

and are exploring other possibilities.

Well, I don't see how I can help.

Who else could it possibly be?

Jed Harrison's been trying to worm his way into her good books

for years.

But he has stuck by her, and that must be of some comfort.

I can't believe she's taken in by him.

After all, he's not even family.

So you think she'd be better off away from him?

Him and this farm.

I mean, look at the state of this place.

She's let it go to rack and ruin.

And Mrs Barton doesn't take your advice?

No! And she knows I'd make a better fist of it

than she ever would.

- Report of an illegal road race. - Where and when?

- Hawthorn Road, any time now. - Who was that on the phone?

- Oh, I'm not sure, Sarge. - Right, let's get out there.

Won't Mr Vernon get into trouble, Mr Scripps?

I'd rather he got into trouble than end up in one my coffins.

HE HANGS UP THE PHONE

Don't you got telling him I told them about it.

Why not?

Well, 'cause then I'd be in trouble. Big trouble.

Jed?

Jed!

Are you in there?

Oh. I were just coming round, Peggy. Come on in, lass.

Oh, right.

You sit down there.

That's the ticket. Right.

SHE SIGHS

They took you away. What on earth did they say to you?

Would you believe, they thought I were trying to do away wi' you!

Oh, Jed! As if you'd do a thing like that.

That's just daft.

Once they heard about me being left everything in your will.

You weren't meant to find out.

Why would you go and do something like that?

Because, Jed Harrison... you've been a true friend to me.

Hey... Where did you get that?

I had an auction.

Told you I was going to.

And there were me thinking you'd not go through wi' it.

- I shouldn't have doubted you. - Well, it doesn't matter now.

- Will you come back? - Got no choice, have I?

I was thinking, you could come and stay wi' me at the farm.

There's plenty of room.

Oh, well, I...

Maybe I could.

Right! Let's get this thing on!

First to Stanelby Quarry

to arrive in under minutes wins!

THEY START THEIR CARS AND REV THEIR ENGINES

Ted! First one there is a big Jessie.

ENGINES REVVING

Three, two, one... go!

Geronimo!

TED LAUGHS

Right, see you, Vernon!

You should have got your granny to drive.

TED CACKLES

Ted Oaf's being a big fairy!

VERNON CACKLES

BANG

TYRES SCREECH

See you, Vernon!

VERNON: Oh, God!

WATER SPLASHES

ENGINE HISSES

HE GROANS IN FRUSTRATION

'They should be coming your way, Bellamy.

'Block the road and wait for me to arrive.'

Oh, heck! Can't stop, there's money on this.

BRAKES SCREECH

HE CRASHES

BRAKE FAIL INDICATOR BEEPS

PHIL: Is this your car, sir?

minutes and seconds!

Yeah! They're never going to beat that!

TYRES SCREECH

He-he-he-hey!

That's that lot sorted out.

All five... charged with dangerous driving.

How did you stop 'em?

Oh, you know, Alf... Experienced officer,

calm in the face of danger. - Good work, Bellamy. Well done.

One of them's probably on foot. We've found a burnt-out vehicle

in Stanelby Quarry. Let's find him and bring him in.

Yes, Sarge.

- Mr Scripps? - That's me.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

- Oh. - These... hot rod racing fellas.

Friends of yours, are they?

I'm sorry to hear you had trouble with our new Special last night.

I didn't recognise him at first, in uniform.

If you ask me, the sooner he clears off, the better.

Oh, couldn't agree with you more.

Mind you, he didn't have it easy at home.

His dad walked out when he was a baby

and his stepdad doing the same thing.

Maybe that's the reason he's turned out the way he has.

Yeah. I don't know how Glenda got it so wrong.

Glenda?

Glenda Marriot. I think she still goes by that name.

Glenda must be relieved

that Mrs Barton's well enough to stay at the farm.

She didn't seem that pleased.

Why do you say that?

Well, if you ask me, Glenda Marriot seems to think

she has got a right to the place.

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Yeah?

Right.

Okay, I'll... I'll meet you over there.

What's going on?

Alf's just found out

that Glenda hasn't been telling us everything.

It turns out that Harold Emney... is her son.

MOTORCYCLE ROARS IN

- Nice bike. - Look at this.

Oi! Oi, kids. Leave that bike alone.

HE KNOCKS

I were brought up on that farm.

That's what it used to be like.

She's not fit to live there.

She never lifted a finger when me uncle were alive.

For the last years, she's let it fall to pieces.

Why didn't you tell us Harold Emney was your son,

Mrs Marriot?

We were investigating into an attempted m*rder.

He never said a word.

Mrs Marriot?

It's not all his fault, you know.

What's he done?

He never meant to hurt her. He was thinking of me.

You've got to tell us the truth, Glenda.

Before he goes too far.

We just wanted what we should have had all along.

She got everything when me uncle died,

and look what she's done!

It was wasted on her.

Do you know where he is now?

SQUEAKING

FOOTSTEPS

Who's there?

DOOR OPENS

Harold? What are you doing, snooping about?

- How did you get in? - It can't go on, you know.

Mum's had enough.

It's either her or you, aunty.

Mum's worked hard... all her life.

And what's she got to show for it? Nothing.

It's not very fair, is it? Is It? Oh! Oh, what are you doing?

I think I heard something outside. Perhaps it's one of your noises. Eh?

Harold?

We'll go and check it out together.

Oh! No, no.

Eh? Anything could happen to you out here.

You could fall down these stairs.

Break your neck, even.

Let her go!

ALF: Mrs Barton!

HAROLD: It's all right. I've got him.

- You're nicked, Harrison. - Let him go!

Don't worry. This is your man. This is your prowler.

RAYMOND: You're not fooling anyone, Emney. Do as we say.

We know everything, Harold.

We've been to see your mother.

ENGINE REVS

VEHICLES DRIVE AWAY

Another Scotch, please, Gina.

Make it a large one.

Mr Vernon. I've been on the phone.

- Well done - About an engine.

Don't mention engines, David. I'm not in the mood.

No. It's about an engine for a Rover

that you said you would recondition. Anyway, he's coming over.

Who is?

A bloke about the engine. Mr Langford.

Oh, 'eck!

No time for that. We're off.

I was thinking we'd meet him here.

Just leave the thinking to me, will you?

Come on!

SHE SIGHS

- What? - You should have told me first.

- This. - Oh!

And who told you?

Mike.

Well, how does he know?

It doesn't matter how.

You should have told me first.

It's nothing serious. I just can't lift anything heavy for a while.

It's only a pulled muscle.

Well, what did you think it was?