16x13 - Sleeping Dogs

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

WOMAN SCREAMING

That's really good,Sally. You're doing really well.

Don't forget to breathe now.

Keep calm, that's it.

Come on, Sally, love, one more push.

SALLY SCREAMING

NURSE: That's it. Come on. Good girl. Good girl.

It's a boy! He's a good sized lad.

Well done, Sally, love.

Sorry. I'm so sorry, Mum.

It's all right, love. It's all right.

BABY CRIES

KNOCK ON DOOR

Ah, had a call from the Met, Sarge.

Georgina Scripps has been k*lled in an accident in the South of France.

Never heard of her. What's she to do with us?

Oh, she was Bernie Scripps' half-sister.

Oh, I see. I was only aware of the brother he had.

Oh, Vernon. He drowned, poor soul.

Yes, old man Scripps, he had three children.

Bernie, Vernon and Georgina.

Did he indeed?

Well, this is one for PC Walker.

But he's at the hospital.

NURSE: It's a boy, Frank.

It's a disgrace, you mean.

As if we didn't have enough on our plates.

- Why didn't you tell us? - Because I knew how you'd be.

What do you expect? years old, springing a baby on us.

Sally's just been through quite a lot, Mr Jepson.

We're church people here. I won't know where to look on Sunday.

BABY CRIES

MILLER: Sorry to be the bearer of sad tidings,Bernie.

Oh, that's all right. We weren't that close, me and Georgina.

She got on better with Vernon.

It happened off Monte Carlo. Power boat accident.

She was k*lled instantly.

Always lived life in the fast lane, did George.

The sea's not been very kind to your family, has it?

Wasn't your brother Vernon drowned at sea?

Oh, aye. I see what you mean.

Anyroad, I mustn't keep you, Sergeant.

Thank you for letting me know.

Your cardiograph shows no problem with your heart.

But the blood tests reveal you're very anaemic.

The barium meal X-rays and the shape of your stomach

suggest that you may have a peptic ulcer losing blood.

Though it is rather unusual for a man of your age

to be suffering from a stomach ulcer.

Well, if it's not that, what is it?

To be certain of what we're dealing with we'll operate,

the day after tomorrow.

And we'll know more then.

Was she married, this Georgina?

I gather not.

Whoa, that probably makes Bernard her closest surviving relative.

I don't know. I suppose so.

You met her, didn't you, David?

She must have had a bob or two, knocking about Monte Carlo.

Did she strike you as a wealthy woman?

Well, she talked quite posh,

and when she was here Lord Ashfordly had her over for dinner and that.

Did he, by heck?

Oh, I was just saying, Bernie,

how very sorry I am to hear about your sister's demise.

Aye. Thanks.

We'd no idea she'd fallen pregnant. It's them clothes she wears.

She hid it well.

We appreciate what you've done for us, nurse,

but I'd thank you now to keep it to yourself.

The birth has to be recorded.

You won't keep news of the baby secret for long, Mr Jepson.

We've always had a good name in these parts.

Some young tearaway's taken it from us.

DOOR SLAMS

She had been seeing a lad, labourer from the next farm.

Frank never liked him. Rides motorbikes and that.

Pickles!

- What's up? - You know damn well what's up.

I told you to stay away from her.

Aye, maybe. But don't come shouting at me when I'm working.

And you'll need to work to pay for this mess!

You won't have money for fancy motorbikes now!

Anyway, as I was saying, Bernie,

at a time like this, you need your close friends.

PHONE RINGS

So, if there's anything I can do, you've only got to ask.

To be brutally honest,

I'd rather like a bit of peace and quiet to get on with my work.

That's the spirit! Life must go on.

You see, just talking to a friend helped you see that.

For you, Bernie. Them solicitors down in London.

Hey. Is it about the inheritance?

I've no idea!

Well, I hope he remembers who his close friends are

when he cops for her cash.

It's bound to upset him. Sally's always been the apple of his eye.

Give it time. He might grow fond of his grandson.

It's come at a bad time in every way.

Babies cost money, and we're struggling financially.

Frank's trying to sort out another bank loan.

Her young chap's in work, you say.

Well, it's not well paid.

I mean, they're not much more than children themselves.

We tried to stop them courting.

Well, for better or worse, there's a baby to deal with now.

I'll pop by soon.

- WALKER: You being straight with me? - How do you mean?

Well, if I'd found out a possible heart att*ck was a stomach ulcer,

I'd look a lot happier than you do.

All right.

They're not saying that it is an ulcer.

They think it might be something more serious.

And that's why they need to open me up.

They've said that? They're going to operate?

Day after tomorrow.

Look, don't tell anyone, eh?

What about Gina?

Especially Gina.

Promise me.

- Right, who's paying for this? - I'll get it.

At a time like this, Bernie needs his true friends.

Yeah. I'm sorry to hear about your sister, Bernie.

Yeah, thanks.

Mind you, it's an ill wind, as they say.

Her London solicitors have confirmed

that Bernie is her sole beneficiary, haven't they, Bernie?

Yes, they have. Now, will you stop going on about it?

Quite right, quite right. Give the man a break.

And that includes you, David.

What? I haven't...

Why are you always blaming me for things?

Hark at him!

I don't.

OSCAR: Ah, Rob, any news?

Well, it wasn't a heart att*ck.

It's severe anaemia, probably caused by a bleeding ulcer.

Oh, well, that's something, I suppose.

Can I have a word, Rob?

I've been dead worried about him.

I wanted to go to the hospital and see him myself,

but I wasn't sure after the way he's left things.

Do you think I should?

Actually, he's a bit worn out.

I'd leave it for now.

Oh.

I gather Phil's been kept in?

Yeah. Yeah.

Drink?

I could certainly do with one.

The usual, Gina.

The birth of a baby's supposed to be a joyous occasion, isn't it?

Yeah. Why?

Young Sally Jepson kept her pregnancy secret from her parents.

Her dad's not a happy man.

g*nsh*t

BARKING

Deefor!

Deefor, be quiet!

Quiet, you'll wake up Peggy.

What is it, girl?

BARKING

SCREAMS

David? What the blazes is going on?

- Aunt Peggy, there's a... - A what?

There's a ghost!

A what? A ghost?

Don't be stupid. I don't believe in ghosts.

Ghost, my backside!

A proper English breakfast is very hard to come by in Spain, you know?

I can't believe that you're sitting here, eating.

But I wept buckets over you when I thought you'd d*ed.

I spent hours in that church praying that you'd get into heaven.

LAUGHS

Fat chance he's got!

Deceiving folk like this.

Excuse me. But this doesn't really involve you, does it?

Excuse me,

it does! I'm David's auntie, a bona fide blood relation.

Well, I've said I'm sorry, David, and I am.

And when I saw you here after the funeral,

looking for your passport,

you told me you were a ghost!

I was being pursued by the tax man!

So, you faked your death,

and disappeared.

Well, I left my clothes on the beach with my wallet in,

so that people would think I was lost at sea.

But you were found.

You're buried in the churchyard.

I've put flowers on your grave and everything.

Bit of a puzzle that, isn't it?

But where have you been hiding then?

Fuengirola. On the Costa del Sol.

I've got a beach bar.

Hey, David, you'd love it.

Oh.

Here. Here we are.

Look at that.

DAVID: Everybody's smiling.

VERNON: They all smile there because they're on holiday.

And, the sun always shines.

Not like here, eh?

They've all got tans, you know, like them movie stars in the pictures.

On Spanish beaches, everyone looks great, feels great.

It's like one long party.

It's fab, David, fab!

If it's that fab over there, what are you doing back over here?

Family business.

The death of my dear sister Georgina.

Her picture was in a French newspaper some froggy tourist had.

Imagine the shock.

Well, if it's her money you're after,

you can forget it, she's left it all to Bernie.

George and me were very close.

If she had known I was alive, she'd have left me my share.

Well, she didn't, and she hasn't.

Yes, well, we'll see about that.

Well, you can't it both ways, matey.

You can't be dead for paying taxes, and alive for inheriting money.

VERNON: That's for Bernard and me to sort out!

I am after all his 'bona fide' blood relation!

DOG BARKS

A neighbour reported the incident.

Well, I didn't hear owt myself.

How did you get that cut lip?

An accident, working.

I gather Frank Jepson's pretty angry with you at the moment.

Is he?

WALKER: About Sally's baby.

Don't tell me you didn't know. Sally had a baby yesterday.

She can't have.

That's what this is all about, isn't it?

Look, I don't know who damaged my bike, I'll fix it, all right?

You and the Jepsons need to sort this out.

I don't want this nonsense escalating, OK?

DOCTOR: You're a single man?

I was married, but she...

Yes. Yes, I'm single.

There's always an element of risk in an operation of this kind.

What sort of risk?

I just meant, is there anyone you'd like to see before tomorrow?

No.

No, I'll face this on my own.

You're already at the limit of the overdraft we agreed last year.

I have to modernise, Simon.

I need a new milking system.

The solution might be to take a short-term loan from us at the bank,

against the sale of those acres of non-arable.

Any surplus from that sale could be used to modernise.

She's got a pretty smile.

No one's ill, are they?

No. She's just visiting my wife.

VENTRESS: Oh. I've just had a call from the railway station, Sarge.

A passenger dodged the ticket collector last night.

I don't know.

Crime-wise, it's getting more like Chicago every day.

Oh, Sarge. Er, he thought he recognised the chap.

And he'd like to have a confidential word with a police officer.

Why? It's got nothing to do with us.

Well, he seemed keen to talk to someone.

I've got Bellamy in hospital, Walker out at an incident,

and PC Younger on a course.

Well, do you fancy popping down there yourself, then?

In a word, no.

I'm busy!

We did have fun, didn't we, me and you, working together?

Yeah, a lot of things did go wrong, though.

No, not really.

Oh, they did!

What about that time we crashed that tanker full of brown stuff?

And everybody thought it was a deadly chemical,

we were going to poison the whole village.

Yeah, but it turned out to be treacle, didn't it?

Mind you, we did find ourselves in a sticky mess that day.

LAUGHS

And what about all those circus animals,

when you persuaded Lord Ashfordly to open a safari park?

Yes, well, it wasn't my fault that they all escaped into Aidensfield.

Oh, yeah. Everybody was scared witless.

There were camels and flippin' zebras all over the place.

If we were still working together, we'd...

Well, occasionally things might go wrong.

But we'd always come smiling through, wouldn't we?

Well, suppose so.

And I'll tell you something else.

I've missed you, David.

I really have.

You don't look surprised to see me.

Don't I?

Somebody discharged both barrels of a shotgun

into Tom Pickles' motorbike last night.

- Really? - You still got your shotgun, Frank?

Yes.

When was it last fired?

Last night. Both barrels,

at the rabbits in the lower field.

I've no witnesses, but I'm taking this very seriously.

I know you're unhappy about Sally's baby,

and you've probably got it in for Tom,

but I want this to end, now.

I told you not to mention the baby!

Bernie!

Where's Rosie?

Out repairing a motorbike.

Good, because this needs to be kept under wraps, as it were.

What does?

- How's your blood pressure, Bernie? - Why?

Because we've got a little surprise.

Well, actually, it's more of a big one, it's a great, big surprise.

We've brought someone to see you.

It's the last person you'd ever expect to see,

again.

Hello, Bernard.

Oh, no.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I thought you might like a grape.

So, you knew I wasn't dead, then?

David told me he'd seen your ghost searching for your passport.

Let's just say I had my suspicions.

I'm sorry I deceived you.

So am I.

Even sorrier you've come back.

Why?

Why? Because you've put me in an impossible position!

I officially identified you as being dead.

How come that body had your clothes on?

Well, I don't know!

It wasn't my fault.

Have you any idea of the emotional and moral turmoil

you've put me through?

Keeping my suspicions that you were still alive to myself.

Bernard, I was desperate.

The Revenue were after me!

No, they weren't!

That tax inspector was a phoney. He was a con man.

Yeah. The chief had an ulcer once.

Right as rain he was,

after they took it out.

Really?

Gina's worried about you.

Is she?

Well, you must know what you mean to her.

I suppose I do, yes.

If she was the one in this bed, you'd be concerned, wouldn't you?

Well, of course I would. That's because she...

She means the world to me.

Do you mean I ran away for nothing?

The question is, why have you come back?

Oh, well, I heard about George.

I wanted to be with family, with you, Bernard.

Careful, Bernie, he's after a slice of her loot.

Only what's rightfully mine.

She'd have left me something if she'd have known.

The thing is Bernard,

I've got this idea for a new business venture in Spain.

DAVID: See, he lives in Spain now.

See, it's full of sunshine and smiling people.

I'm surprised they're still smiling if he's over there.

LAUGHS

Look, Bernard, don't be like that.

Just split what you get down the middle

and that'll give me the funds to get underway.

If the only reason you've come back

is to try to squeeze money out of me, you can forget it.

If she has left anything,

I'd sooner leave it to Battersea Dogs' Home than to you.

It's criminal doing this to a bike.

I've got a pretty good idea who it was.

- But proving it won't be easy. - Young Tom's in a right state.

Really?

He didn't seem keen for me to pursue it.

No, I mean about the baby.

Seems to have come as a genuine shock to him.

But then he's hardly seen Sally since her dad stopped them meeting.

VERNON: Don't be like this, Bernard.

You mean the world to me.

You're the elder brother I always looked up to.

Sponged off, you mean.

All right, forget the money.

It's good to see you.

I've really missed you, you know?

Yeah, well, I missed you too. Lord knows why!

In case you ever did come back, I kept some mail that came for you.

As you're back in the land of the living,

perhaps you'd better deal with this lot, mainly bills, I suspect.

GROANS

I, er, just popped down to the station on my break

and had a word with the ticket collector.

About this fare dodger he recognised?

Yes, and, er, if he's right,

well, it's very puzzling.

And a bit unsettling.

I wouldn't have had him down as your brother, Bernie.

Doesn't seem entirely trustworthy to me.

Takes one to know one, eh?

What was that?

Bernard! Bernard! Look!

It's a letter from our George,

not realising that I was, so to speak, deceased.

Listen to this.

"Had a big win at the casino. Always felt we were kindred spirits."

"Bernard has plenty of dosh."

"If I pop my clogs first, I intend to leave it all to you."

It's in her own handwriting.

With a decent lawyer, I could collect the lot.

Bernard Scripps! I'd like you and your brother

to accompany me to Ashfordly police station.

- Why me? - I need to question you

about a possible conspiracy to pervert the course of justice.

And if you don't come voluntarily,

I shall have to arrest you on suspicion of m*rder.

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

MILLER: There is a body buried in a grave marked Vernon Scripps.

I have asked the coroner to organise exhumation and a second post-mortem.

I want to know why you identified that body as your dead brother.

Look...

Vernon went missing by the coast.

A body dressed in his clothes, similar build and everything,

was washed ashore.

I know I'm an undertaker,

but looking at your own brother's different.

I was told his face had been bashed about on the rocks.

Well, I was certain it was Vernon! I barely glanced at him.

It was just a stupid mistake.

DOOR OPENS

It's a nightmare, this is.

Well, having faked your own death,

it wasn't very clever coming back, was it?

It wasn't like that!

Don't tell me now. Wait for the interview.

I was driven to suicidal thoughts

because a tax inspector was trying to put me in prison.

Only now it seems he was a con man.

I couldn't go through with it.

I decided to do a runner.

So, I put my clothes and my wallet on the beach...

Well, to lay a false trail.

Look, whoever's in that grave must have taken my clothes

and drowned somehow.

I've done nothing wrong!

Hi, there. I know it's not visiting hours,

but I couldn't just pop in and see Phil Bellamy, could I?

He's having an operation today.

An operation?

Well, are you a relative?

I'm his fiancee.

You didn't tell me you were engaged.

Your fiancee's here.

And don't worry. I'll square it with the sister.

Sorry about that. I feel dead embarrassed,

but they weren't gonna let me see you otherwise.

Don't worry. I'm glad you came.

How are you?

Truth?

All the better for seeing you.

Come here.

BERNIE: Can't have been more than six years old

when you knocked Dad's wireless set of the sideboard

and had the cheek to blame me for it.

I've always had to fight for my good name with you around!

I've lost count of the times you've dropped me in it.

Or made a mess on my doorstep for me to clear up.

All your life I've had to bail you out!

It's been one long litany of crassly irresponsible behaviour!

And now, you've got me banged up like a common criminal!

Thank you, Vernon. Thanks a lot!

I didn't break Dad's wireless.

It wasn't me.

I ended it because I thought I had a heart condition.

And I didn't want you saddled with invalid.

You're joking!

Gina, after all you've been through, you deserve more than that.

Phil, I care about you.

You. If you're ill, it doesn't mean I'm going to care any less.

Anyway, you haven't got a heart condition.

The doctors say tests indicate you've got bleeding from an ulcer.

They're going to operate and you'll be right as rain.

SIGHS

Well, they're not... They're not saying that it is an ulcer.

That's why they want to operate. They think it might be more serious,

which means it... Well, it might be...

You know, cancer.

Oh, there you go again.

Always fearing the worst.

It's a good job I'm here.

And I'm staying now, till we know what's what, right?

OK, Bernie.

You're free to go for the moment.

You'll stay here in custody pending further enquiries.

And British Railways would like payment for the fare you evaded.

- Thanks, Simon. - My mum's gone into town,

to get the baby stuff and that.

She cleaned the pram up. It's been out in the shed for years.

A bit of fresh air will do him good.

Congratulations. I didn't realise Sally had had a baby.

To be honest, it's not something we're keen to shout about.

Well, that's our business completed.

I'll set everything in motion.

MR JEPSON: Thanks, Simon. I'm very grateful.

You might have waited till he'd gone.

Heaping shame on us!

I didn't know he was here.

And the baby's not just going to go away, Dad.

More's the pity.

You all right, love?

Sorry, Tom, you'd best go. Please!

I told you to stay away.

NURSE: Stop this! Stop it now!

Stop or I'll call the police.

I'm not in the clear yet.

Depends what they find now they've dug the body up.

Oh, right. Well, what'll happen to Mr Vernon?

I neither know nor care.

He's just been reminding me of all the good times we had together,

me and him. - Has he?

Yeah, well, he was fun to work with.

He didn't just tell me off and boss me around like you.

I do not boss you around!

I bought him a nice pork pie.

Cos he misses his English food,

so I'll take this down the police station.

You'll do no such thing!

There you go, bossing me around again!

All right, I know you've all got it in for him, but,

he's the best friend I've ever had!

All right! That's enough. That's enough.

MR JEPSON: Get off!

OK?

Carol, can you patch this pair up?

I'll try. I actually came to deliver nappies.

Just stay away!

Dad, it's nothing to do with Tom!

- Whose baby is it, Sally? - Oh! Don't play the innocent.

It's not mine!

We've never actually done it, have we? Tell him!

That's right.

It's not his baby.

Then, who is the father?

Simon Heath. The man from the bank.

The autopsy report confirms death by drowning.

Despite decomposition, they managed to get a fingerprint.

And the body in the grave was confirmed

as a missing vagrant with a drink problem.

Scripps could be telling the truth.

The vagrant found the clothes, got drunk, fell in the sea.

It's the most likely explanation.

To be honest, I never had Vernon down as a m*rder*r.

I'll release him on bail.

There's plenty of paperwork to sort out.

The death certificate for a start.

Yes, David?

I've, er, brought a pork pie in.

Really? That's very good of you.

Oh, no, it's not for you.

See, they don't have these in Spain.

You know, you can't even get a proper English breakfast either.

Everybody's still smiling and sun's shining.

It's for Mr Vernon. Can you make sure he gets it?

Give it to him yourself. I'm about to release him.

He said he fancied me the first time he came on bank business.

But, I told him I already had a boyfriend.

But then you stopped me and Tom from seeing each other

and Simon asked me to the bank's dinner and dance.

He seemed nice.

He had his own car.

We went to the do and he spent a lot of money on me.

The meal and drinks.

I got a bit tiddly,

and we stopped in a lay-by on the way back.

And I didn't really want to, but...

Well, I did.

I knew straightaway it was a mistake.

Simon's a nice bloke but I don't love him.

I never said anything to you or Mum because of the overdraft business.

And then I found I was pregnant.

I owe you an apology, lad.

Sorry for what I did to your bike.

- You're admitting that then? - Yes.

And I started that fight.

WALKER: Tom, do you want to bring any charges?

I don't know.

I, erm...

I can't believe you did that, Sally.

I'm so sorry.

I thought you loved me.

I did.

I do!

Get off!

I never want to see you again.

Leave me, Dad!

If you hadn't stopped me and Tom from seeing each other,

none of this would have ever happened!

I'll let you know if any charges are to be brought, Mr Jepson.

I think it's nearly time.

I'll wait outside.

No, no, there's no need to.

I'm sure they'll phone you.

I'll be here. All right?

Thank you.

You're not off the hook yet. What are you celebrating?

A big new business venture.

What you on about?

Peggy.

What Spain is crying out for is a typical English pub.

An English pub in Spain?

Oh, don't talk daft!

It's a great idea, Aunt Peggy.

Mr Vernon's been telling me all about it.

You know, lots of us English will be going there on holiday before long.

And they won't be wanting tapas and sangria, believe me.

They'll want what they'll be getting at home.

They might as well stay here then. What's the point of going to Spain?

For the cheap booze and the sunshine!

And the sun is certainly going to shine on David and me.

Why our David?

Because we're going to be partners.

I'll be collecting the cash from our George,

and he's going to sell up this place

and put his capital in with mine, aren't you, David?

I was going to tell you about that, Aunt Peggy.

Oh, were you?

Yes, we're off to sunny Spain.

Viva Espana.

Yeah. Viva, er, whatsit.

You know, I won't go until you've found somewhere else to live.

Hey, it's not that!

I've slept in fields before, I can do it again. No.

I'm concerned that you'll be in a foreign country,

wasting your money on a stupid idea.

It's not stupid!

David, it is. And you'll end up broke and you'll lose everything.

Trust me, Peggy. I know Spain.

An English pub will be a winner.

And I'll look after David like he was my own brother.

But he's not, is he?

I'm his flesh and blood. You're just out to fleece him.

Oh, don't, Aunt Peg, please!

I've been nowhere with my life.

I... I've been to Whitby, Scarborough.

This is Spain.

It's like a dream.

I just want to go there and have some sunshine...

...and be happy.

Still no news?

No. They're taking their time.

Operations can take time.

I suppose the longer it is, the more serious it's likely to be.

He'll be fine.

Don't worry.

Well, I can't see David in Spain myself.

He's never lived anywhere else but Aidensfield.

Exactly. How's he going to survive, poor lad?

I'll have another one of these, Oscar.

If he causes my David any grief,

I'll swing for that brother of yours, I swear it.

I do understand your feelings, but it's got nowt to do with me.

Come on, Rosie, we've got work on.

Well, instead of drowning your sorrows,

why don't you hit back at Vernon?

How?

Very easily.

Simon'll have to be told if he's the father, then.

Course he will.

And he's a much better prospect as a son-in-law than Tom Pickles.

You think he'll offer to marry her?

He's a decent young chap, I'm sure he'll do the right thing.

Is it the right thing, if she doesn't want it?

She'll have to. She can't bring the baby up on her own.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm not touching your stuff, Bernard.

It's Vernon's old mail I'm after.

It's private is that.

- Well, it might be going public. - What do you mean?

Well, look at this. Bills, unpaid accounts.

Final demands. Now what would happen if these folk were to find out

that Vernon Scripps was alive and about to come into money?

- You wouldn't. - I would!

I'm fighting for my family here.

-SIMON: You're certain it's mine? - Yes.

You're the only one I've ever done it with.

Well, er, obviously I'll accept my responsibilities.

Pay for the baby's upkeep.

But you're not expecting us to get married, are you?

I think you should, don't you?

SIMON: It's just...

Oh, well, it's a bit of a shock.

- And, to be honest, there's... - SALLY: This is stupid!

He doesn't love me any more than I love him.

It's not stupid.

The baby needs a father. You need a husband.

I don't need a lifetime with someone I don't love.

The only lad I've ever loved is Tom

and he doesn't want anything to do with me now.

To be honest, I've met someone myself since.

We're about to be engaged, in fact.

He's a surly old sod,

but I can't see the point of having him up in court.

They've got enough problems without that.

Fair enough.

It's good of you. We'll let him off with a caution then.

- OK. Thanks. - See you later.

Hello, Tom. Can I have a word?

Yeah?

I've talked to Sally. She's really distraught at what's happened.

So am I, but what's done is done.

True.

Try as we can, we can't change the past,

but we can have an influence over our futures.

How do you mean?

Tom, there often comes a point in life

when one big courageous decision

can alter the course of several people's lives.

It's gloves off time, Vernon Scripps.

If you don't leave me and my nephew in peace,

I'm going to let all these folks know

you're still alive and where to find you.

I'm sorry, David,

but if this is an example of your aunt's behaviour,

then perhaps you're better off leaving after all.

I'm not bluffing.

I don't doubt it.

Anyone who's low enough to read someone else's mail

is capable of making those phone calls as well.

Well, do your worst.

Look, I'm begging you.

Vernon, please, don't drag him into your schemes, for his sake.

It's for his sake I'm doing it.

It's his idea. He wants to go.

Ask him!

David, love.

Is this honestly what you want?

To leave here and go and live in Spain?

Yes, Aunt Peg. It really is.

All right.

Well, we shall have to get you prepared.

I mean, we shall have to get you some new proper swimming trunks,

cos you've only got them baggy woolly things.

MRS JEPSON: It'll be a struggle, Sally, being a single mum.

No man'll look at you, having another man's child.

We'll do what we can for you and the baby.

Money's tight as it is.

I'm sorry, Dad.

KNOCKS AT DOOR

I was hoping to have a word, Mr Jepson.

Telephone, Bernie. It's them London solicitors.

I bet it's about Vernon disputing the will.

You should fight it.

No. I've had a chat with Peggy.

We both agree that David genuinely wants to go to Spain,

so the sooner Vernon gets his way, the sooner they'll be on their way.

Well, then...

You've made no secret of the fact you don't like me.

I'm just a farm labourer,

and I know you'd hoped for better for your daughter.

But at least I loved Sally

and respected her.

She loved me too.

Now, erm, I've had a chat with Carol, the nurse.

And she asked a question.

Is the love Sally and I have real?

Can it survive all that life can throw at it.

Now, I won't pretend I've not been hurt,

but inside I know I still love Sally.

And I can tell she loves me too.

So, erm, I'm here to ask for her hand in marriage.

If you'll allow it, I want to take care of her and baby as my own.

What do you say, Frank?

You proved me wrong, lad.

You make me feel ashamed.

Yes, you have my blessing.

Your fiance's out of theatre.

We've removed a gastric ulcer.

A tricky operation. We performed a partial gastrectomy.

There'll be a longish convalescence,

he'll need lots of rest,

but he'll be fine.

He's gonna be OK.

Fiance?

Oh, don't ask. I had to tell a fib.

Honest! Don't be getting the wrong idea.

Anyway, I don't suppose you want too many faces crowding you

when he comes round.

Well, thanks for both coming in.

I'll tell him you're thinking of him.

Thanks, Gina.

Bye.

You fancy a drink?

Excellent idea.

I can't believe it!

Well, I'm sorry, Vern. That's what they said.

She blew a fortune at the casinos in Monte Carlo,

lefts debts all over London.

After solicitors' fees and whatnot, there'll be nowt left.

Typical George, easy come, easy go.

Ah well, it's back to Spain then.

I've got to do something with my life and I suppose this is it.

I thought you loved Spain.

You told David it was all sunshine and happy smiling people.

Yes, well, I might have overdone that a bit.

I mean, Spain's all right,

but, if I said I was happy on my own, I'd be lying.

Well, you won't be on your own, will you?

You'll have enough money for your English pub

with what David makes on the house, won't you?

Yeah, that's true.

Bernard, I want to get something off my chest.

I did break Dad's wireless all those years ago.

And I'm sorry I blamed you.

And I'm sorry for everything else.

Oh, come here, you great lummox.

You're going to be fine.

If there was one person I wanted to wake up and see,

it's you.

So, why don't you do it on a regular basis then?

I quite liked being called your fiancee.

What are you suggesting?

I'm not suggesting, I'm proposing.

Proposing what?

That we get married.

What do you say?

- You're smiling a lot this evening. - Why not?

Phil's all right, Tom Pickles is standing by Sally,

and I'm having a drink with you.

Ah, that makes you smile, does it?

When you're paying, yeah.

You know, I will write lots to you, Peg.

Oh, don't worry about me.

Just don't go out in the sun at midday.

And watch what you eat and boil your water.

Oh, Vernon, I'm just making a list of what he'll need,

passport and that.

David.

An entrepreneur like me always has to keep his eye on the big picture.

I mean, what looks like a promising proposition in the short term

can be a bad move in the long run.

Yes?

Oh, er, yes.

I've reassessed your position.

You'll be better keeping your assets in bricks and mortar.

What, you mean not sell the house yet?

Currency fluctuations suggest

it's not a good time to do business in Spain.

So, I'm proposing we put our little venture on hold, for now.

And you stay here and look after your aunt.

And you can start by getting her and yourself a drink.

I can't raise my share of the money now,

and I'm not going to risk just his.

No matter what you think of me, Peggy,

I think the world of that lad.

Tell him I said goodbye.

Why? Where you going?

I may not know much,

but as you may have noticed,

I know when it's time to disappear.

Mr Vernon popped out again, has he?

Yes, love. You're a lucky lad.

It seems there's more than one person

looking out for you in this wicked world.

To Vernon Scripps.

Oh, Mr Vernon.