18x14 - The Runaways

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

MUSIC: 'The Ballad ofBonnie And Clyde' by Georgie Fame

♪ Bonnie and Clyde were pretty-lookin' people

♪ But I can tell you, people They were the devil's children

♪ Bonnie and Clyde began their evil doings

♪ One lazy afternoon down Savannah Way ♪

You can't park here.

I've just stopped to get a packet of fags.

Are you local?

Marsh Street.

Then you should know better.

♪ In a stolen car

♪ And waited till the heat d*ed down ♪

Did you get his name?

No. I just told him not to do it again.

He's got form.

Oh. Sorry, sergeant.

I didn't know.

I recognised him from my time in York.

If I remember rightly, his name is Barry Wiggins.

He used to be a bookie's runner.

- Did you get his address? - Yeah.

-Marsh Street. - Well, that's something.

MUSIC: 'When You Walk In The Room' by The Searchers

♪ I can feel a new expression...

I used to play here as a child.

It was like our secret place.

Did you have a place, Lenny?

Used to cycle to an abandoned abbey in Leeds

when I was a kid.

It's where I first met Trudi's mum.

This place used to have a key on the lintel.

Shall we have a look?

She's asleep.

♪ Every time that you...

You and Trudi don't really talk about her mother

♪ Walk in the room

WOMAN:She'll be all right. Kids are tough.

♪ Meanwhile I try to act so nonchalant

There's that car again. Put your foot down, Ellen.

-Good. - We've lost him?

Yeah, I think so.

Keep going, though.

- Ellen! Ellen! - Argh!

SCREAMING

We need a tow truck.

And the road'll be closed till it gets here.

CAROL: 'It was a bad crash. You were lucky.'

We'll get your arm x-rayed.

Could you take a look at my daughter?

Sure.

- What's your name? - Trudi.

What's your name, sir?

Ferguson. Leonard Ferguson.

I'm PC Mason. You can go with them to the hospital.

And I'll meet you there later.

Blimey! What happened?

I'm just wondering why they were travelling so fast.

WETHERBY: Drink? Racing? Showing off?

JOE: A woman driver with a child.

RADIO: 'With a furlong to go,

it's Red Nightingale in first place.

Closely followed by Tommy Atkins...'

BERNIE: Anybody home?

-We got a job. - DAVID: What?

- After this is finished. - He won't be long.

An hour "long"? A minute "long"?

Oh! Come on, Tommy Atkins!

He's got this bet on this horse.

Tommy Atkins, it's called.

-It's an illuminator. - An accumulator.

Here. I have a feeling about this.

Tommy Atkins!

Where would we be

if people indulged their feelings all the time?

Where indeed. Meanwhile, I'm in a rush.

Come on. I'll get ten quid if this one comes in.

- Ten pounds? - DAVID: Come on, Tommy!

PEGGY: Go on, Tommy!

- Go on! - Come on, Tommy.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on, Tommy!

-Come on! Ye-ah! - Ye-ah!

What did I tell you? Always trust your instincts.

DAVID: Mwah!

Any news on Ellen Ferguson?

They think she has a ruptured spleen.

They are operating now, but we'll know more after.

-Any sign of alcohol? - No.

Do you think her husband

could have been the one who was driving?

You think they swapped seats after the crash?

It has been known.

No. She was driving. She has a seatbelt bruise.

- Why? What's the matter? - I'm not sure.

Mr Ferguson, I'm sorry.

I understand your wife is having surgery.

-Are you OK? - Yeah.

Yeah. And Trudi's all right. Thank God.

Look, I'm sorry to disturb you right now,

but I need to get some details.

What's your home address?

Number Mart Street, Derby.

-Your wife's name is Ellen. - Yeah.

OK. Look, erm...

I'm trying to get a picture of what happened.

Why was your wife driving so fast?

I don't think she was driving fast.

She lost control of the car.

It was a tractor.

A tractor isn't a reason for losing control

unless she was travelling very quickly.

You still thirsty, sweetheart?

A bit.

Ask that nurse for a drink.

Go on.

-What do you want? - This is a serious accident.

I have to know what happened.

It's obvious what happened.

A tractor hidden by a bend in the road

and she crashed.

Why don't you go catch some criminals?

DAVID: Bye now.

Hey!We share when we go house clearing.

But this isn't from house clearing.

This is from betting.

Come on, then. I want to get to that auction.

Oh, why?

I need a new iron.

-Mason, your accident. - Yes, sarge.

-How's the woman? - Not good.

MILLER: How'd it happen?

I think she came round the bend at a ridiculous speed.

Her husband says not but nothing else explains it.

Are there tyre marks on the road?

Yes, sarge.

So you can prove the speed.

Three pounds! Whatever were you thinking of?

Well, it's this steering wheel.

-It's from a jeep. - So?

-Well, I wanted it. - For three pounds?

Tommy Atkins.

It's fate. You told me to follow my instincts.

In future, just follow them instincts

that make you do sensible things.

A horse called Tommy Atkins

won me the money in the first place.

Tommy Atkins was on the front of a comic,

which was also in the auction.

And he drove a jeep.

Meanwhile, a jeep steering wheel

is in the same box as your iron that you wanted.

Well, that's as maybe.

But what earthly purpose does that thing serve?

I don't know. It'll come to me.

-You'll see. - Eh.

BARTLETT: 'You appointed me Big X.

And it's my duty to harass, confound and confuse the enemy

to the best of my ability.'

MONITOR BEEPS

MONITOR FLATLINES

- Nurse!Nurse! - Crash!

-What's happened? - You need to give them room.

You look upset, love.

Are you Trudi?

No! Get off!

-Are you all right? - Yeah. Yeah.

-What did that man want? - I don't know.

What did he say?

Nothing.

What's this?

It's from a jeep.

Why?

Well, I'm following my instinct.

What you gonna do with it?

Probably find the rest of it, the way today's going.

I can find you a jeep.

I've only got seven quid.

Makes it a bit more difficult.

ENGINE STOPS

-You Barry? - Yeah, Mr Carrick.

We met once before.

I thought you would have sent someone.

One of the boys.

You want something important done, you do it yourself.

So where's Lennie?

Yeah, well, his wife's in the hospital.

You sure it's him?

Haven't brought me from Leeds on a wild goose chase.

Yeah, I spoke to the girl. His daughter.

- What did she say? - Nothing. I mean, she lied.

They're used to lying.

It was quid, Mr Carrick?

I've come here for two things.

The books and Lennie.

I don't care if I have to destroy 'em.

When I have both, you'll get your money. Clear?

Yes, Mr Carrick.

ENGINE STARTS

CAROL: The doctors say she's stable,

but she may be unconscious for some time.

How long?

They can't say. You need to rest too.

Why don't you come back tomorrow?

We're not local. We'll have to find somewhere to stay.

I can make a call for you.

♪ Chain, chain, chain

♪ Chain, chain, chain

♪ Chain, chain, chain

♪ Chain, chain, chain

♪ Chain, chain, chain

♪ Chain... chain... chain

♪ Chain of fools

♪ For five long years...

Give us a fiver.

♪ But I found out

♪ I'm just a link in your chain

♪ You got me where you want me

♪ I ain't nothin' but your fool

Turn her round. Back her up.

♪ You treated me mean...

We'll use the tow rope.

Right. There you go.

BERTIE GRUNTS

Right. There you go.

Mr Scripps...

Now drive off when I say, "Now!"

ENGINE STARTS

Now!

Come on. Give it a bit of welly.

THEME TUNE FROM GREAT ESCAPE

-It's a jeep. - Yeah.

Will he replace his shed for a fiver?

No.

His wife said she were leaving

unless he cleaned the yard.

Hey, you could of got him to give you a fiver.

I did.

What? And took mine as well?

That's the motor trade in a nutshell.

I took yours in case I needed to pay him.

Start of your restoration fund.

Thank you.

GINA: Have you got any luggage?

No. It's in our car at the garage.

Oh. I'll get it fetched up for you.

No. No, it's all right.

I need to sort it. I'll go and get it myself.

-Will you be able to manage? - Oh, Trudi'll help me.

-She always does. - OK.

You're on the first floor at the front. I'll show you.

Oh, don't worry. I'll find it.

Come on, darling.

DOOR LOCKS

What did you see?

Nothing.

- Something out there? - No.

So, what is it?

I'm not sure.

At the hospital, a man came up to me

and asked if I was called Trudi.

- And what did you say? - Nothing.

- Nothing at all? - No.

- And what did he look like? - I dunno.

Trudi, you must have some idea.

I don't!

Was he blond, dark, bald or what?

- He wore a hat. - A hat?

- You're angry. - I'm not angry.

You are. When you say, "Trudi" like that,

you're telling me off.

LEONARDSIGHS

Sorry, love.

TRUDI SIGHS

I'm just upset.

You know Ellen's very ill.

- Is she going to die? - No.

Were you upset like that when Mum d*ed?

- It was different. - Why?

Just was.

I can't remember my mum.

Well, you were very little.

-Was she beautiful? - You know she was.

You've seen her picture.

Does the man at the hospital

mean you will have to go away?

Maybe.

Will I come?

I'll make sure you're safe like before.

I'll never abandon you.

If I have to leave you behind,

you know I still love you.

I do. And I love you, Dad.

And I'll always, always come back for you.

-Do you remember our code? - Yeah.

What is the word for "danger"?

-Daisy. - And for "all safe"?

-Tulip. - Good girl.

And I'll never leave you

for a moment longer than I have to.

That's my girl.

-Excuse me. - Can I help you?

I'm looking for a lady called Phillips.

Phillips. Nurse Armstrong, is there a Phillips here?

No. No Phillips.

It's a maiden name. She's not long been wed.

You had anyone in who was in a car accident?

-That's confidential, Mr...? - O'Neill.

She's a friend of the wife's.

I thought I'd leave her flowers.

Maybe look in on her. Make sure she's OK.

Try registry. You can leave your details there.

So the accident was some form of driver error?

-She was driving too fast. - And?

Well, why drive that fast is the question?

Drink. Misjudgement. Showing off.

Or being chased.

Oh. PC Mason, the district nurse called.

Er, can I help?

The Hillman. It's our car.

Oh.

Blimey. Are you OK?

Yeah.

Come to fetch the luggage.

All right. I'll get it for you.

No. No. It's OK. I'll get it.

OK, well, keys are in the car.

- Help yourself. - Cheers.

Let's go.

How is she?

Stabilised.

And where's the husband?

He and Trudi booked into a room for the night.

-So why did you ring? - Trudi ran out the ward.

She bumped into a man in the corridor.

She looked scared.

-And what scared her? - Something he said, I think.

Is that it?

No, a man with flowers

came looking for an accident victim.

He wasn't sure of her name.

Could you describe these men?

Mm-hm.

Turn it.

DAVID GRUNTS

Hang on. Try again.

Nearly.

It will start.

But it'll be a while before you can drive it.

- But we will get it going. - Yes, we will.

What's this?

It's a jeep.

Got it at Long's Farm. It was his chicken shed.

I should of thought you'd have a bit more sense.

And what you gonna do wi' it?

I'm gonna drive it.

You'll never get that thing running!

I suppose we could plant flowers in it.

-Make it a feature. - Hey.

A load of old tins here.

Yeah. Probably sliced peaches and baked beans and the like.

The Americans brought a lot of tinned stuff over

during the w*r.

Shall I open one?

Certainly not. Where's your sense of hygiene?

Chickens have been sitting on them.

And doing their business.

The husband gave a fake address in Derby.

What about the car registration?

Hired from a company in London.

Maybe we just got the address wrong.

What about the woman's driving licence?

I can't demand the husband shows me his wife's documents.

Anything else?

She's had one or two people

making enquiries about her at the hospital.

Family members?

One of them didn't even know her name.

We need to establish who Ellen and her husband are.

All right. I'll send Scenes of Crime out to the car.

Off you go, love.

Oh. Thank you. See ya.

Ta-ra.

-Can I help? - Insurance assessors.

We've come to see the Hillman.

You're quick off the mark.

We just want a look.

Assess away.

The damage is to the front.

We're very thorough.

I'm parched.

You look pleased with yourself, David.

Yeah. Well, I've just bought a jeep.

Well, it's a bit of a wreck, really

but I'm going do it up.

-We got a jeep seat? - Who wants to know?

He sits on it while polishing his bottles of beer.

No, I don't.

- Give it to David, then. - Hang on. Not so fast.

I'll give you some tinned peaches for it.

-Watch my bar! - I've washed it.

I'm selling these,

but I'll give you the lot for the jeep seat.

Might be a bit out of date.

-That's not tinned fruit! - No, they're not.

-Gina, clear the bar. - Why?

Now!

Those are hand grenades!

BELL CLANGS

- What? - OSCAR: Out!

So what's the plan?

Am I paying you to ask questions?

It's a good point, actually.

- What is? - Erm...

Money.

Barry, people in Leeds told me

you were a very reliable man.

Twice now you've asked about money.

We've all got to make a living.

I could go to prison if the coppers

find the accountant and his daughter.

-Even more reason. - For?

Money.

Mr Carrick, there's none of us know

where we'll be this time next week.

Open the glove box.

Now give me that.

g*n COCKS

Speak to me like that again and you'll be in hospital too.

-At best. - Right, Mr Carrick.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

You want to know what I'm gonna do to Lennie?

Get your books back off him.

That's right.

And stop him giving evidence any way I have to.

TRIGGER CLICKS

SNIGGERS

Always keep a chamber empty.

I'm not keen on accidents or messy outcomes.

But I will do anything I have to do...

to stay out of prison.

Now mop your brow.

You're no good to me all flustered.

MUSIC: 'Dollar In The Teeth' by The Upsetters

TRUDI: I want to see.

- What will they do? - They'll blow them up.

-Where? - Out the back.

That's what the sand bags are for.

Daisy.

Could you look after Trudi for me?

Yeah. Sure.

-Will you be OK? - Go. Quickly.

Where's he gone?

expl*si*n

David! Where is this jeep?

It's...

I think we all need

to see this famous m*llitary vehicle.

Look in the engine compartment, Alf,

see if you can find the chassis number.

Does this take you back? We had them in the desert.

And Normandy.

OSCAR: In Burma, we walked.

Good old days, eh?

Where'd you find that?

It was in the jeep with the hand grenades.

Royal t*nk Regiment. You were in tanks.

MILLER: What does that look like?

OSCAR: Two badges. Royal t*nk and...

MILLER: General Officer.

-It can't be. - What?

Well, I can't think who else would have those two badges.

-So it could only be his. -Whose?

MILLER: Well, it would appear

you have Field Marshal Montgomery's beret.

Is it valuable?

Where's your dad?

He won't want to be that far from the girl, so...

We get the girl.Put her in a room for hours.

Tell Lennie we'll do a swap.

The girl for my books and him.

-What room? - Yours.

I don't know about that.

I will be eternally grateful to the man who helps me.

That's worth a lot more than quid.

I don't wanna get saddled with her.

How's Lennie gonna know who to contact?

He knows my people in Leeds.

They'll tell him where to go. Get the car.

MUSIC: 'Dear Mr Fantasy' by Traffic

♪ Dear Mr Fantasy Play us a tune

♪ Something to make us all happy

♪ Do anything to take us out of this gloom

♪ Sing a song, play guitar

♪ Make it snappy

♪ You are the one who can make us all laugh

♪ But doing that You break out in tears ♪

Hey, good old Tommy Atkins, eh?

He led you to Monty's beret.

Imperial w*r Museum?

I'm phoning from North Yorkshire

about a very important matter.

We're making enquiries

about Field Marshal Bernard Law Montgomery.

We think we've got his beret.

I saw Monty once.

Oh, aye? And when was this?

It were just before D-Day. I were in the FANYs.

He came to inspect some soldiers

that were billeted near us.

What was he like?

He were a little fella

with a moustache and a hat like that.

-But was he in a jeep? - No.

-A Humber. - I haven't bought his jeep then?

We don't know if you've got his beret.

I think he's rung off.

Do you know where your dad's gone?

No.

Where do you live?

I need some answers, Trudi, if I'm gonna find him.

-Could he have gone home? - I don't think so.

Where is home?

Derby.

What's the address?

I'm not sure.

Why don't you tell PC Mason where you go to school?

-That might help. -I'm home-schooled.

- JOE: Who is your teacher? - My dad.

Not your mum?

It's OK, love.

Gina'll get you an orange juice.

I should take her to Welfare Services.

She can stay with me tonight.

Can't believe her dad would leave her for long.

DINGS

Can I help, sir?

I want to talk to Sergeant Miller.

- Right. - That's me, sir.

Colonel Wilby.

Ah. Africa Star.

-th Army? - th Armoured Division.

Tanks.

I was on Monty's staff at Alamein.

And later. Right up to the crossing of the Rhine.

MILLER:Ah, yes.

Your regimental historian rang me about your query.

The jeep.

Well, the good news is that we were right.

The vehicle that David found was Monty's Normandy jeep.

PEGGY: I expect the museum'll want it.

No, it's mine.

There's more important issues at stake, David.

National heritage.

Well, I'll have a plaque made for it.

You know, like, "Monty's Jeep."

And I could direct people to your place to see it.

Well, you could. I wouldn't mind.

With good news, there's always bad.

MILLER: Depends on your point of view.

One of his old staff officers came to see me.

He says the old gentleman isn't well.

-That's a shame. - Like to see the vehicle.

The colonel has asked if we could put on a bit of a show.

- Oh.What sort of a show? - A parade of ex-servicemen.

-Up and down the street? -The car park would do.

What does the local bobby think, then?

I don't see why not.

As long as I'm not expected to polish this jeep.

- We'll take care of that. - Can I have a word?

-How's the girl? - Oh, she's with Carol.

She's offered no clue as to what's going on?

She's rehearsed a story. And she's sticking to it.

I think we need to speak to the dad.

-Any news on him? - Nothing as yet.

PHONE RINGS

There you are, love.

District nurse.

COIN CLATTERS INTO BOX

It's Lennie Ferguson.

-Where are you? - I can't say.

'Mr Ferguson, you owe us an explanation.'

Just let me talk to her, please.

It's your dad.

Dad.

-You all right? - 'Where are you?'

I'm safe.

'And you?'

I'm fine.

-'I'll come back for you.' - I know, Dad.

- I love you, Trudi. - I love you, Dad.

You all right?

ENGINE IDLES

If we get the girl,

what if he decides not to cooperate?

We'll have his daughter.

I don't think it's a good idea.

Well, don't think, Barry. Leave that to me, eh?

Keep the motor running.

As soon as I'm in, bring her over.

SCREAMS

Shh, shh, shh!

Just relax, Trudi.

If Daddy does what we want,

everything's gonna be all right.

SCREAMS

Oh, God!

-Have you gone mad? - I had to keep her quiet.

She's a child.

Shut your mouth or I'll bury the pair of you!

Open the door.

Open the door!

-Does it all work? - Some hope.

Well, we can have a go. Just try it.

All right.

Whoa!

It's a knack. You never lose it.

ENGINE BLOWS

It's d*ed.

- It has, I'm afraid. - OSCAR: A knack, you said.

Hey up. What do you think?

ALF: Oh, strewth!

OSCAR: Come on. It's gone midnight.

Time we were off.

-You look lovely, Auntie. - It's my FANY uniform.

I'm gonna have to adjust the skirt a bit.

I was skinny during rationing.

Aye. Weren't we all.

Passenger seat.

Eh. What have you come as?

She's a FANY.

Is it your intention to wear it for Monty?

Well, a parade's a parade, after all.

I've still got my old Homeguard kit. I'll join you.

Yes!

Oh, please.

There are scratch marks on the lock.

-What does it mean? - It was picked.

By someone who knew what they were doing.

He was watching us?

Probably. Could it be her father?

No. Lennie rang her about nine o'clock.

If he'd wanted her to sneak out,

he could have asked her.

Have you any idea where he rang from?

A phone box? I'm sorry.

Joe, I've been looking for you.

The results of the car fingerprint dusting came back.

His real name is Leonard Phillips.

And what's he done?

He's a bookkeeper for the Carrick g*ng in Leeds.

Leeds City Police pinched the Carricks.

He went on the run with their account books.

Harold Carrick is on bail.

I'm told he's got quid

waiting for the man who can locate Lennie.

Lennie's gone missing. Now someone's taken his daughter.

Could they have run away?

No. They broke into Carol's flat to take her.

Lennie must have told her to meet him.

Probably Harold Carrick in person.

His fingerprints we found in the car too.

MUSIC: 'Wild World' by Cat Stevens

♪ Now that I've lost everything to you

♪ Say you want to start something new

♪ And it's breaking my heart you're leaving

♪ Baby, I'm grieving

♪ But if you wanna leave Take good care

Get out!

Get out!

I knew you were no insurance man.

Get in! Get in!

♪ Oh, baby, baby It's a wild world

♪ It's hard to get by Just upon a smile

♪ Oh, baby, baby It's a wild world

Morning.

♪ I'll always remember you Like a child, girl ♪

I didn't mean to. I just panicked.

You left me! Where's your phone?

- I haven't got one. - And where's my car?

It's safe. I've got it parked a mile away.

- So get it. -I'm hungry.

- Not now. - She's got to eat.

Then go and get my car and get her some food.

- What do you want, love? - Go!

Wetherby, railway station. Younger, bus station.

Carrick has got to get out of Ashfordly somehow.

ALF: Unless he has a car.

Something went wrong,

otherwise he wouldn't have pinched Bernie's truck.

How did he get to Ashfordly?

In a flash Jag.Mr Scripps saw it when he came to the garage.

Registration PDU

-It's his car. - He has an accomplice.

A stocky man of about .

-Could be local, of course. - Yes, he could.

A man with Leeds gangster connections here in Ashfordly.

Come with me.

- What do you think? - Looks quiet.

Wiggins, open up!

Sergeant Miller. Remember me?

-That's the police. - Get out the back!

TRUDI: Stop!

TRUDI SCREAMS

Get out!

Get out.

Harold Carrick, you're nicked!

Come on.

Looking for these?

-Who are you? - She's a detective, Lennie.

That's my property.

We'll take care of them now.

It's in code. It's no good without me.

-We've got you. - I've committed no crime.

Keeping books for gangsters?

Abandoning your daughter to them?

We'll find something to fit you.

I didn't abandon her. Is Trudi OK?

-Carrick kidnapped her. - Oh, God! Oh, God!

She's safe. For now.

I'm not giving evidence. I can't.

What's the alternative? More running?

You don't know what Harold Carrick's like.

Trudi does. Ellen nearly d*ed.

But you're just gonna run.

-What else do you suggest? - Do the right thing.

Get even, Lennie.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

-Sarge. - Do you have a best uniform?

Yes, sarge. Of course.

Make sure you wear that on Friday.

Yes, sarge.

PHONE RINGING

Sergeant Miller.

Yes. Thank you.

The woman from the car accident.

Ellen Ferguson or Phillips or whatever she calls herself.

She's regained consciousness.

Hiya.

Oh, I thought we'd lost you.

I was about to take a statement about the accident.

- But I can pop back later. - No need.

- Oh, careful. - She's OK.

I thought I wasn't your favourite person.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I'm not your mum.

Hey. That's not your fault.

I know I can't take her place, Trudi,

but I can do my best as me.

I know.

- Sorry about the accident. - Don't be.

I shouldn't have been telling you to go so fast.

Oh, it's OK.

-PC Mason knows everything. -Everything?

He knows that we were on the run, yeah.

We've arrested Harold Carrick.

Looks like he's going away for a long stretch.

How?

I'm going to give the police what they want.

- The books? -And me.

I'm going to give evidence.

What'll happen to us?

What was that for?

We'll be a family.

Hmm.

Slow down, lads

Don't want to run anybody over.

CHEERING

The Field Marshal's vehicle

has just passed my position, over.

ALF: Er, fall in, everyone. Get fell in.

Parade! Atten-tion!

Sa-lute!

Wise move.

Instinct.