11x24 - Love's Sweet Dream

[bunniefuu]

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat, Why does

♪ a love kiss

♪ stay in my memory? ♪

Be careful.

It's all right, Ellen...

You'll be all right,

I promise.

That's it.

MOTORBIKE APPROACHES

What are the police doing here? - It's all right.

I need a chat with the doctor.

- Threatened miscarriage. - She will be all right?

Fingers crossed.

I'd better go and check on Anthony. Good night, Doctor. And thank you.

- Yup? - Message from Mrs Wiley.

Her husband's got worse, you'd better come.

There was me thinking of my cosy bed.

I'll give you a lift if you want.

That would be really nice. Thank you.

But we've been round the village once, sarge.

That was to give advice. This is to check it's been followed.

Good morning. Glad you could join us.

Sorry, sarge. I've been up at Donald Wiley's farm all night.

He died, and I had to help Dr Summerbee.

Oh, right. I want every name on this list checked.

Bellamy will fill you in.

Not his precious crime prevention stuff again?

Yup. Total waste of time. Nobody wants to know.

"We never used to lock up in the old days. Not even the front door."

Well, we didn't.

So, old Donald's finally kicked the bucket, has he?

Yeah. About three this morning.

And you were up there all night. With Tricia.

Well, I couldn't let her drive up alone, could I?

She was tired!

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

MUSIC: 'Death Cab For Cutie' by Bonzo Dog Doo-dah Band

♪ That night Cutie called a cab Uh-huh-huh

♪ Baby, don't do it

♪ She left her East Side room so drab

♪ Uh-huh-huh

♪ Baby, don't do it

♪ She went out on the town

♪ Knowin' it would make her lover frown

♪ Death cab for Cutie

♪ Death cab for Cutie

♪ Someone's gonna make you pay your fare

♪ Death cab for Cutie... ♪

Oh, morning, Hampton. Is your mother in?

We've come about the er...

This is the pine.

The lower end of our range.

The elm. Personal favourite.

What about that?

The Boston? You wouldn't want that. Very pricey.

Solid oak. Brass handles.

Silk-lined throughout. - We'll have it.

Nothing but the best for Father. Isn't that so, Hampton?

And that goes for the tea afterwards. Nothing but the best.

SHE SNIFFS

♪ Get down on my knees and pray

♪ That they'd go away

♪ And still they begin...

- Gina... Gina! - Hi, Bernie.

- Can I have a word? - Yeah?

This funeral.

You what?

MUSIC OFF

Bernie, you were saying?

I've just been up to see about Donald's funeral.

It's going to be quite a do.

Folk even coming from London. - Really?

Thanks, Bernie!

Right, then. Better pop up and see her.

Don't you think that's a bit soon?

Not today, Oscar. Credit me with a bit of tact.

♪ That's how it begins... ♪

This afternoon. As soon as you can.

Strike while the iron's hot.

Oh, yes. Bernard's thrilled to bits.

In full agreement.

I'd better go. I'll see you up there.

Who was that?

No-one.

Here, look.

And here...

Thanks. Bye-bye.

- What was the news? - Ellen Richards lost the baby.

Oh, she'll be heartbroken.

That's just it. According to the hospital, she wasn't.

- How do you mean? - I don't know.

Apparently she seemed a bit blank about it.

What do you think? - Very good.

So long as Sgt Merton's happy.

See you after work.

I'm sorry. I've got loads of paperwork.

OK, erm... How about tomorrow night?

I could do with a couple of early nights.

Fine.

Fine. Erm... Sure. No problem.

VERNON: There it is. Scripps Brothers' Garage.

Taxi service and funeral parlour.

Just the sort of setup I've been looking for.

And you're just the sort of person we've been looking for.

The perfect combination.

The future is bright, Gloria.

Mrs Wiley certainly seemed pleased.

She did indeed.

And your brother? Are you sure he's pleased?

Sure? It was his idea!

Well... Could have been.

He was five feet eight. So...

Saw it...

there.

Come in, Gloria, don't be shy.

Hello, boys. I've heard so much about you.

Mrs Gloria Gray.

Our new business partner. - What?

Scripps and Gray.

Complete Funeral Services.

- What? - Gloria's in catering!

With her help, we can do the lot.

No more farming it out.

The whole day taken care of from coffin to coffee.

Starting with Wiley's on Saturday.

We're doing the catering?

- Got it! - What about Gina?

I told you what he was like, didn't I?

This is business, Bernard.

We've been to see Mrs Wiley and she's given us the job.

She's even paid us upfront.

I can't wait to get cracking.

- How are you feeling? - She's very upset.

Well...we both are.

We were hoping for a little girl.

It's all right, my love, we can try again very soon.

Just as soon as you feel up to it, eh?

I'm going to need to examine her. Can you take your son downstairs?

Right.

Come along, Anthony.

I won't be long.

I'll just take your blood pressure.

I think your husband's more upset than you are, Mrs Richards.

There's nothing wrong with that. We all react differently.

For some women, a miscarriage can be a relief

if they're not quite sure about things.

Let's have this sleeve up, shall we?

Ellen...

What happened? - Erm...

I fell down the stairs. It was an accident.

- Bruises? - Really bad ones, Mike.

- From falling down the stairs? - Yeah.

Could she have fallen on purpose?

To get rid of the baby?

She told the hospital she didn't want it.

- Only me. Morning, all. - BOTH: Morning, Phil.

Oh, not more addresses?

Yup. Merton wants them all done and dusted by the end of today.

I'll leave you to it. Talk about that other thing later?

It doesn't sound like a police matter to me.

Oh... Right. OK. Don't worry.

- Why'd she have to stay the night? - I don't know!

- I've had to sleep on the sofa. - All right, it's only one night.

But I haven't had a wink of sleep!

What with Alfred snoring... It's not fair.

I'm taking her to the venue this morning.

After that I'll run her home.

The what?

The village hall!

Watch out... - Breakfast.

- I don't want any. - Oh, yes, you do.

There. Get stuck in, boys.

My word, Gloria, this is a bit of all right.

Isn't it, David? - Er... Yeah.

Aren't you having any?

I'll eat later. Sauce, David?

No...

Now, then.

Bit of straight talking.

Men on their own aren't always of the cleanest,

but this place is filthy. I can't stop here as it is.

- I'll run you home... - So I'm going to have a clean-up.

There's no need for that, Gloria!

I don't mind running you to and fro from York.

Not a bit of it! I'll stick it till t'funeral then see.

What... See what?

Whether I stay on afterwards.

You two get stuck in and I'll start on the bathroom.

Oh - David, in future,

wash your hands before you eat. Yes?

What does she mean, "stay on afterwards"?

Right. Let's go and see the little darlings.

You all right? - Just a bit of a headache.

Are we seeing Anthony Richards? - Er... Yes.

Why? - Just curious.

- What was all that this morning? - Sorry?

The police house. Tricia. Weren't you a bit off with each other?

No.

And at the surgery. Jenny noticed it too.

Phil, you're imagining things.

She said she didn't want anything heavy. Neither do I.

Especially after last time.

I'm not making that mistake again.

- Sorry. - It's all right.

Mrs Anstey? We're here about the locks.

Come in.

- WOMAN: Anthony Richards? - Yeah.

Funny you should ask.

He's quite a worry to us, actually. Very quiet.

No real friends.

Now his work's slipping.

His parents are both professional people.

His dad's Area Manager at the bank. Mum was a nursery teacher.

- Have you talked to them? - They say there's nothing wrong.

I'm worried. Could you keep an eye on him?

Oh, there we are, Billy. It's not as bad as all that.

There you go.

Anthony, are you going to be brave?

Look at that! What a good boy. He is still.

There we go...

My word. He is brave!

He certainly is.

The bravest boy all morning.

How's your mummy? She hasn't been very well, has she?

Something's not right there, Jen.

Hello, Vicky!

Thank you...

I gather she lost the baby.

Yes.

Oh, well. Probably a blessing.

I'm sorry? Mrs Anstey, is there something I should know?

There isn't.

I feel sorry for the lad. Sometimes I wonder if she's all there.

Excuse me.

All done, Constable?

Yes. I've listed all the doors that need extra bolts.

And the windows.

- Window locks? - And other security measures.

Well, I'm late as it is,

what with taking Anthony to school and seeing to Ellen.

I was sorry to hear what happened.

Yes. She's er... She's taken it very hard.

I gather she fell down the stairs?

- What? - Fell down the stairs.

No, no.

I'm sorry. I must have got it wrong.

Village gossip, you know.

I'd better go or I'll miss my train.

Come round one evening about the locks business. OK?

No, Mike, I didn't get it wrong.

Ellen told me herself, she fell down the stairs.

Who said that?

Right.

That's odd. - What?

Mike says Mr Richards doesn't know

about Ellen falling down the stairs.

Mrs Anstey next door thinks Ellen's not all there.

She's worried about Anthony.

Do I go and see her again, do I phone the Children's Department?

I don't know. What did Mike think?

- He's not interested. - He just rang you.

And he's still saying it's not a police matter.

Is everything all right with you two?

No. He doesn't seem interested in anything I tell him these days.

- Oh, come on... - It's true.

A couple of weeks ago everything was great. Now, he's...

he's just so offhand.

Hello, Hampton. Can I speak to your mum?

- Yes? - Hiya, Mrs Wiley.

It's Gina from the Aidensfield Arms.

I'm sorry about your loss. - Thank you, dear.

Listen, I was wanting to discuss the funeral catering.

Oh, no, dear. I'm sorry.

It's all arranged. Mr Scripps is doing the catering for us

at the village hall.

You're not still looking at doors and windows?

The life of a rural bobby is one big excitement.

Do you fancy a sandwich? - Baby clinic in ten minutes.

Trish needs a lot of help. - Yeah?

She keeps getting awful headaches.

You know what I think? It's her love life.

She thinks Mike's gone off her. - I've just been talking with him.

He thinks that she thinks

it's just a bit of fun. - Oh, no.

I think they're nuts about each other and scared of showing it.

Right. You leave it with me.

Hey, Jenny!

You wouldn't marry me, would you? - Not really, Phil.

But it's a lovely thought.

Hello, Gina.

I can't believe anyone can be so two-faced.

What?

I've seen Mrs Wiley.

- Oh, dear. - Yes, Bernie,

it is, "Oh, dear." Cos guess what she said?

Mr Scripps was doing the catering.

She said it was all arranged. - Yeah. Well...

I do the catering round here!

You do cars, taxis and funerals. - I can explain...

Apparently that's not enough. You want to steal my trade too.

It wasn't my idea. - I thought we were mates.

I thought I could trust you.

And you can wipe the stupid look off your face.

You must have known about it too.

Well, thanks a bundle.

Mrs Richards is covered in bruises.

She says she fell down the stairs, her husband says no.

- Yes? - So one of them is lying.

- Yes. - Or she didn't tell him. Why not?

Bradley, get to the point.

I wonder if we should look into it?

- No! - Dr Summerbee thought...

Definitely not. Right. I'm off.

'Night, lads. - ALF: 'Night, sarge.

Domestics are a nightmare. Do not get involved.

And that's an order.

He's right. No-one'll thank you. I've seen it time and time again.

GINA: Ta.

Here we go.

- You not joining us, Phil? - Er, no.

I thought I'd leave you two girls to have a little chat.

- What was that all about? - Nothing. Cheers.

I gather you do B&B.

I'm sorry to call so late. Your husband suggested...

Oh... Hello, darling.

This is about the security.

Ah. Good evening, Constable. Come on in.

Thank you.

I can't change things now. She's here!

Yes, but Gina's very upset.

Does she have to stay in the house?

Shut up, David.

She's right, Vernon. She and Oscar always cater

for village things.

Bernard, this is business.

Well, in this case I'd rather give business a miss.

And I can't sleep, what with Alfred snoring.

David, will you shut up!

Bernie!

Just in time for tea.

- I'll not stop, thank you, Gloria. - Nonsense! Course you will.

Look at him, David. No flesh at all.

You need feeding up.

- Gloria... - Lovely fish pie, egg sauce,

mashed potatoes and peas. Ready in ten minutes.

Come on, Bernard.

You know it's your favourite.

He doesn't think I'm serious?

But that's ridiculous. - Well, that's what he told Phil.

And he's scared what happened with Jackie might happen again.

So he holds back.

And you're holding back too, so it's stalemate.

And it's making you both miserable.

I mean... you are sure about him, I take it?

- I don't know. - Oh, come on.

How can I be sure? I don't know how he feels.

But I've just told you.

You know what, you two need to talk urgently.

He's mad about you, Trish.

Just go from there.

Thank you very much, Mr Richards. Your security seems fine.

There's nothing else you need to do.

- Why did you come here? - About the locks.

I don't think so.

All right. I was a bit concerned about your wife.

Did you really not know about the stairs business?

If she's keeping things... - I knew.

Of course I knew, and I'm sorry. I was trying to protect her.

Right.

I love her so much.

I'm...just trying to hold things together. Stop her cracking up.

Right.

Eat up, Mr Skinny.

Good boy! That's what I like to see.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hello, Mum. I've come to lend you a hand.

ALFRED WHINES

Get...

What am I gonna do, Mr Vernon? I can't stand this anymore.

Alfred!

ALFRED BARKS

COMMOTION

ELLEN WAILS

No...!

RINGING

Aidensfield Police.

Ellen! Ellen!

Ellen.

It was just a dream. Now calm down.

Calm down.

You were having a nightmare. Come on.

It's all right. You're all right.

Come on.

Let's get you inside.

What's going on?

She tried to jump out of the bedroom window.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Sorry to call you out. - That's all right.

I wasn't asleep.

Mike... - Yes?

Do you fancy a meal at my place tomorrow night?

I thought you wanted early nights.

Ah. Well... I can always kick you out, can't I?

No, no - it's a great idea.

What time? - About nineish?

Come on, Anthony. You can't miss school.

Mummy's going to be just fine. Jump in the car.

Good lad.

ENGINE STARTS

Threw herself out of the window?

He stopped her just in time.

- So what now? - Tricia may call a psychiatrist.

Good. As I've said all along - a medical matter,

pure and simple.

MIKE HUMS TUNE

You wouldn't think he'd been up all night, would you?

You wouldn't, Phil. You're very chirpy this morning, Mike.

Yeah?

Oh, yeah, I'm going out to dinner tonight.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

PHIL: Anybody we know?

Ha-ha!

Fanny Cradock. Let's try her.

Could it be Munchausen's syndrome?

- Sorry? - Self-harm to get attention.

Look at all these trips to casualty.

Here we are! Dinner party menus.

- Jen, it's only Mike. - Starters... Consomme or pate?

I am not doing a starter.

You've got to spin out the meal so that he'll talk.

Here we are. Easy Lamb Hotpot, that's more my style.

Ah, no. Easy is not allowed.

It's got to look like you've toiled for at least a week.

Go on, then.

♪ In the chilly hours and minutes

♪ Of uncertainty

♪ I want to be

♪ In the warm hold

♪ Of your loving mind... ♪

- Got the list? - Yeah.

Plus a few extras for us.

Millicent! Please don't ruin things.

- He won't notice. - Course he will!

I didn't ask you to come here. - I'm your dearly beloved daughter.

And it's your duty to look after me.

- Oh, for goodness' sake. - Are we ready, ladies?

♪ When sundown pales the sky

♪ I want to hide a while... ♪

This is on Bernard Scripps' account, Rita.

For Donald Wiley's funeral.

I'd come back if I were you, love. We're going to be some time.

Oh, this is my mum, by the way. Doing catering with Mr Scripps.

Thanks a lot, Vernon.

- Gina... - The cheek of it.

You pinch my trade, then you stick your waitress in my pub.

- I didn't know! - I don't care.

You're not welcome at the Aidensfield Arms any more.

And that goes for David and Bernie as well.

He's missing?

I suppose he must be with his mum.

He just vanished at playtime.

She went out about half past ten.

- What about Mr Richards? - He doesn't know anything.

Have you phoned the police?

They're on their way.

Right.

- No-one's seen them at all? - No. But we're asking around.

- MERTON: Friends and relations? - There's her father.

- Might she have gone to him? - I very much doubt it.

Phone him all the same, sir. And anyone else you can think of.

Right.

Dr Summerbee thinks the child might be in danger, does she?

Because of Mrs Richards' mental state.

If she'd try to get rid of her baby and jump out of a window,

who knows what else she might do? - Mm.

This is no good, Vernon. You said you'd ask her to go.

And I could have my room back!

Instead of which she's staying, her ruddy daughter's here,

Gina's in an almighty mood and we've been banned from our own pub!

Yeah. I'm still on the sofa!

- We could use the Fox at Elsinby. - No!

Well, the funeral's tomorrow. After that, we'll see.

DAVID: We've got nowhere to go, Mr Bellamy.

Can't go to the pub because of Gina,

can't go home because of Gloria.

All right, David! Can I help you, gentlemen?

We wondered if you'd seen Ellen Richards

and her son Anthony today.

Very pretty woman, boy about seven, newish to the area.

Live in Rose Crescent.

David...

- Are you sure? - Go on, you. Spit it out.

- She said not to say. - David, it's very important.

- The boy could be in danger. - Oh...

Well, I took her in a taxi to Whitby.

- Whereabouts? - Cliff Tops.

Don't tell him where I am. Please, don't make us go back.

Hey... Anthony?

Have you ever seen inside a real police car?

Come with me and I'll show you the radio.

It's all right. That's it.

Now then, Mrs Richards, try to tell us what happened.

He'll k*ll me if I go back.

Ellen, We just need to know the facts.

He didn't mean to. He was in one of his rages.

- He didn't mean to what? - Push me out of the window.

He tried to push me.

He thought I was after Mr Bradley.

I know it's silly. I'm sorry.

When you came round about the locks he thought...

Well, he always thinks... - Take your time.

He's just always so terribly jealous

and I can't cope any more.

That's why he beat me up. He didn't think the baby was his.

TRICIA: You didn't fall down the stairs?

ELLEN: No.

I don't want to press charges.

I don't want a court case or anything.

- MERTON: All right, Mrs Richards. - All I want is to get away.

MERTON: We'll do whatever you say.

Oh, poor baby.

Poor, poor baby!

There we are, Alf.

Still no sign of her, Mr Richards?

No.

OSCAR: I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.

She'll turn up.

- Probably on a day out. - She never goes anywhere.

Not without me.

- All the same... - Anything could have happened.

An accident... Anything.

Nothing's been reported at HQ?

Nothing. Nothing by the time I went off duty.

Do I gather you're a copper?

- That's right. - I used to be his sergeant.

For my sins. - No! Really?

Yeah. I'm afraid so. We go back, what...

years or more, is it now? - Oh! Longer than that, Oscar.

Oh...what a shame!

I'm not hungry any more.

Country air, eh? Going to have to turn in.

Eat them yourself, love. Be my guest.

Ellen?

Anthony!

Merton's taking her to a women's refuge?

Mmm. As we speak.

And when's Mr Richards going to be told?

Not till tomorrow. Give her time to get a solicitor.

Funny how wrong you can be. He was the image of a caring husband

and he was beating her up.

As for the jealousy thing...

Mmm.

Lovely. - Not quite what I intended!

What with everything else I didn't get to the shops.

- There's always next time. - Is there?

- I hope so. - I'll get pudding.

But I wouldn't get too excited.

- What are you doing? - Action stations, Mum.

We've got to scarper. - What?

The pub's full of ruddy coppers!

And in the circumstances, that didn't seem like a very good idea.

What circumstances?

Little memento from the Aidensfield Arms.

Solid silver.

Worth a fortune! - Oh, no, Millicent. Not again.

It's fairly typical, I'm afraid, when I'm on my own.

I'm the same. Cooking for one isn't much fun.

Come to think of it, living on your own isn't, either.

You're used to sharing your life. I'm not, so I don't really mind.

I'm getting better. Friends are a help, of course.

Am I a friend?

Silly question. Course you are.

More than. - How much more than?

What is this?

Mike, do you think we could sometime maybe...

discuss where we're at? You and me, I mean.

Sorry. Wrong moment. - Mm-mm...

No, it's a good idea. I think we should.

OK.

It's just...

I need to know where I stand.

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

It is not a laughing matter!

I'm very upset.

Oh, Mum.

I hate letting people down.

Come on. Get some sleep.

We've got an early start.

I really liked Vernon and Bernie.

MUSIC: 'The Look Of Love' by Dusty Springfield

Look. I'd er... I'd better go.

You could stay.

No, no, you wanted an early night, so I...

think I'd better get going.

Thanks for a lovely evening.

We didn't have that talk we were going to have, though, did we?

No. No, we didn't.

♪ I can hardly wait to hold you

♪ Feel my arms around you...

There's always next time.

♪ How long I have waited

♪ Waited just to love you

♪ Now that I have found you

I love you, Mike.

♪ Don't ever go

♪ Don't ever go

'Night.

♪ I love you so ♪

MUSIC: 'The Naughty Lady Of Shady Lane' by the Beverley Sisters

Get back, Alfred!

♪ The naughty lady of Shady Lane

Home! Go on.

♪ Has hit the town like a b*mb

- How far's the car? - Ssh!

♪ ..ain't been this good since Mabel ran off with Tom

♪ Our town was peaceful and quiet

♪ Before she came on the scene

♪ The lady has started a riot

No bacon and egg?

No, she's not up yet.

Not up?

♪ The naughty lady of Shady Lane

♪ Has the town in a whirl

♪ The naughty lady of Shady Lane

Gloria!

♪ Me, oh my, oh what a girl

Gloria!

It's the day of the funeral. We've got to get on.

Gloria!

Go in and have a look.

- I can't do that! - It's your bedroom.

Hello...?

♪ The naughty lady of Shady Lane

♪ Has the town in a whirl...

MILLICENT CHUCKLES

GLORIA: What?

Not Vernon's money for t'funeral?

In t'tin on t'desk.

But that was for t'food and everything.

I know. Stick with me, Mum, and you'll do all right.

Silver tea service for quid?

'Ey. Not bad for a couple of days' work.

Oh, no...

Righto, Oscar.

I'll see what I can do.

You er...

you know that girl that you fancied at the pub?

She's done a moonlight flit without paying her bill.

Millicent Gray.

A women's refuge?

A place women can go with their children

to escape domestic v*olence.

What...

Well, she's crazy.

Losing the baby has driven her completely crazy.

Where is this place?

The address is confidential.

Look, this is my wife we're talking about.

My child.

I need to know where they are.

I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to disclose their whereabouts.

You'll hear from her solicitor. - OK.

Who took her there? - I'm sorry.

I'll see myself out.

You're a lucky man, Mr Richards.

You've got your wife to thank for it.

I'd have you under lock and key on as*ault charges.

We're not capable of running a catering operation.

Please, Gina. - No!

- But we're desperate! - I don't care.

It wasn't only Gloria who did a bunk, you know.

It was her precious daughter too. Without paying her bill.

But we've got all the food.

Tough.

Gina, listen, we've got all these people about to turn up

expecting a funeral tea. - Some of them from London!

Oh, my heart bleeds.

Mrs Wiley's put all the money upfront.

You can have it all. All the profit!

Get it down here.

What?

The food, stupid.

Go on with you. Course I'll do it.

Yes, Mr Richards?

I need to talk to Dr Summerbee.

She's not here. Can I help?

I'd like the address of this so-called "women's refuge".

I'm sorry?

Well, the doctor must have fixed it.

I don't think so.

OK. If you're going to be difficult...

just give me the list of refuges.

We don't have a list.

Sorry to trouble you.

DOOR SLAMS

MUSIC: 'Losing You' by Dusty Springfield

♪ How many tears do you cry

♪ If love should break your heart in two

Hiya, Mrs Wiley. Can I get you a drink?

♪ How many tears will I cry

♪ Now that I know I'm losing you

♪ I can't stop wanting you

♪ And no matter what you do

♪ You're still a part of me

♪ Even though I'm losing you

♪ And from that day

♪ I won't mind losing you ♪

LIVELY CONVERSATION

Vernon Scripps said he can compete with this?

- Your Millicent Gray... - Yeah?

She only got out of jail a couple of weeks ago.

I thought as much.

What have you lost, then?

Just the bill for the B&B.

Sorry I'm late, I just had Ellen Richards on the phone.

How was she?

Relieved. Grateful.

But determined to make a new life for herself and Anthony.

Her husband better keep away.

The solicitor's applied for the court order.

Good.

- What? - Nothing.

It's just what you said last night, that's all.

About us not knowing where we're going.

Oh, yeah? And?

Come over here.

Peace and quiet at last.

What a day I've had.

Yes, Vernon.

CLOCK TICKS SOFTLY

INAUDIBLE

Let's go and have a drink outside Aidensfield.

- Now? - Yeah.

OK.

I'd better get changed first.

OK. I'll go and say my farewells and pick you up in five minutes.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

SHE SCREAMS

Where is she? Where's my wife?

HE GASPS

BANGING

Police!

DIALLING TONE

BANGING CONTINUES

DIALLING TONE

Some people have no patience. Why does she have to be paid right now?

- Because she doesn't trust you. - Oh, that's nice, that is.

I do all the hard work, Gloria does a bunk,

Gina steps in at the last minute and takes all the profit.

I don't believe it.

It's gone.

VERNON SIGHS

Mike. A neighbour's reported a break-in at the surgery.

Trish...

Excuse me.

TRICIA SOBS

SIREN

I know about you and my wife, Bradley. I know what you're up to!

Trish!

DIALLING TONE

What's he done with her?

Mike! Take it easy!

Get your hands off me.

MERTON: OK, Bellamy...

You were another one, weren't you? After my wife!

It's all right, sarge. According to him, the whole world wanted her.

Tricia!

What's wrong? Trish...

Tricia!

Alf - call an ambulance, quick.

Trish. Wake up... Wake up!

Trish, wake up!

That's it. Come on.

Come on, that's it. You're going to be all right.

Now just hang in there. Help's on its way.

Will somebody please help me!

Come on. - What's happened?

Come on, Tricia.

Stay with us.

Trish!

That's it. Trish...