18x17 - The w*r Of The Roses

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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: 'Like A Rolling Stone' by Bob Dylan

♪ Once upon a time you dressed so fine

♪ You threw the bums a dime In your prime, didn't you?

SHRIEKS

♪ You thought they were all a-kidding you

♪ You used to laugh about

♪ Everybody that was hangin' out

Oh, cheers.

♪ Now you don't talk so loud

Give us a hand if you like.

♪ Now you don't seem so proud

♪ About having to be scrounging ♪

CAROL: Where did you find him, then?

Bit young for you, isn't he?

Your mummy's very rude, do you know that?

I put an ad in the paper.

Oscar wants to go on his golfing trip to Scotland,

so I thought it was time we got a nice, young lad

to help with the heavy stuff round here.

What do you make of the new barman, eh, Dawn?

Yeah, he's... he seems all right.

MUSIC: 'Roll Over Beethoven' by Chuck Berry

♪ Gonna write a little letter Gonna mail it to my local DJ

♪ There's a jumpy little record

♪ I want my jockey to play

Harry! Harry!

Just get us out of here, will you?

Are you hurt? Need an ambulance?

HARRY: No, no, I'm just stuck fast.

We can probably shift it enough to pull him free.

-Let's get on with it then. - All right, on my count.

One, two, three.

-Are you free? - Aye, I'm all right.

-So, what happened? - Steering went, like that.

-Nought I could do. -I'd better take a look.

No, you're all right, it's probably my fault,

it's overdue for a service.

- Harry, what if-- - Rose, leave it.

PC Wetherby will give you a lift back to the house.

I'll just give this the once over.

WETHERBY: Follow me.

- DAWN: Slow down, will you? - BARMAN: What? Can't keep up?

GINA: I could do with you out there serving.

Got the wake, the regulars and only one pair of hands.

Sorry, boss.

You two seem to be hitting it off.

I reckon someone's taken a hacksaw

to your steering rods, Mr Brown.

- I don't want any fuss. - Fuss?

-If this was deliberate - - Heap of junk, that tractor.

The rod's probably rusted and snapped.

Mr Brown, if someone's got it in for you,

then you should tell us.

I'm grateful for your help,

but it were an accident, pure and simple.

WETHERBY:Come on, man, what are you scared of?

I'm not scared of anything or anyone, constable!

You're just barking up the wrong tree, OK?

Then you won't mind if we have your tractor examined?

Just as a precaution.

Port and lemon for you, love.

-Where were the relatives? - New Zealand.

None felt they could make the journey,

so I'm pretty much lumbered as sole executor.

Just one more whiskey, Mark, and I think we're done.

And have one yourself.

It was old Mrs Brookes, wa'n't it? Oh, a sad loss.

And whatever Peggy's drinking.

Just a small brandy, please.

Just to pay my respects.

You'll be wanting the house cleared, I suppose?

Peggy, if you're touting for business,

remember, I'm pretty well acquainted with your tricks.

Well, I couldn't help over-hearing.

Sole executor.

Now I wouldn't have thought

that a busy and important solicitor like you

would want to waste their time

sifting through a houseful of old toot.

The place is a mess.

She lived there for years. Never threw anything out.

I was hoping to put the property on the market

by the end of the month.

I can offer you a fast turnaround

at a very reasonable rate.

How reasonable?

I think someone cut his steering rods,

but he's unwilling to cooperate.

Sounds like Harry Brown all over.

Do you know of anyone that could've had it in for him?

That's easy.

Slimiest sheep farmer in the district.

- He's upset everyone? - More or less.

It's difficult to keep track of sheep on open moorland.

As a result, bad practices do go on.

And Harry Brown, he's a class master.

What sort of practices?

He's been accused of all sorts by the other farmers.

Secretly borrowing prize rams to tup his ewes.

Nicking unmarked newborn lambs

and passing them off as his own.

It hardly justifies cutting his steering rods.

The man might've been k*lled.

According to Lord Ashfordly, it's tribal too.

Harry Brown's an incomer, he's only been here five years

and he's from the other side of the Pennines.

Do you reckon Brown knows who did this?

Probably, but he won't say.

We'll soon see about that.

-Nice bike. - Yeah, I think so.

You seem to spend a lot of time on it.

When you love something, you take care of it.

Fancy a spin?

Yeah.

♪ Raindrops keep falling on my head

♪ And just like the guy

♪ Whose feet are too big for his bed

♪ Nothing seems to fit

♪ Those raindrops are falling on my head

♪ They keep falling

♪ So I just did me some talking to the sun ♪

How you've the bare-faced cheek--

You what you like to me, but not to my mother!

Come on, Ted!

Harry never meant to insult your mother.

-Who was that? - HARRY: It were nothing.

Looked like a row to me.

Personal matter. He's a neighbour.

Invite the officers in, Harry.

I'll put t'kettle on.

It's very kind of you, Mrs Brown,

but we'll not be stopping.

If you know or suspect

who might've sabotaged your tractor,

I want to know about it.

I've told him and I'm telling you,

it were an accident.

You've a wife and children to consider, Harry.

And I do consider them. Every minute of every day.

Know how hard it is to make a living out of a farm?

So sometimes, I might cut a few corners.

but so does every other sheep farmer round here.

All the more reason to let us deal with this.

I'll be sending someone round to look at your tractor.

Well, you're too late. I've already stripped it down.

Right, I'm putting you on a warning.

Don't even think of retaliation.

The last thing your family needs

is for you to end up in jail and you will!

Understand me?

He understands, sergeant.

There won't be any more trouble, I promise you.

That was great!

Well, maybe we can do it again some time?

Are you asking me out on a date?

Erm...Well, if I was, what would you say?

You look like you've had a good time.

JOE: You're Harry Brown's neighbour, aren't you?

I'm PC Mason.

-What was the row about? - Nowt, really.

Harry had an accident on his tractor.

- Know anything about that? - No.

Rows can get out of hand.

This one wants a lid putting on it right now.

Try telling him that.

I'm telling you, Mr Openshaw.

And if we find out that that tractor was sabotaged,

we'll be looking to make an arrest.

Go on, you stupid beasts!

CHILDREN LAUGHING

Anyone comes snooping round here, you bite 'em.

CHUCKLES

Come on, love, we're having a day out.

Let's forget about the rest of us, eh?

CHILDREN: ♪ One man went to mow

♪ Went to mow a meadow

♪ One man and his dog Skip Went to mow a meadow

♪ One man went to mow Went to mow a meadow

♪ One man and his dog Skip Went to mow a meadow

♪ One man went to mow Went to mow a meadow...♪

-What's wrong? - It's the brakes!

Hang on tight!

ROSE: Hold on tight, like your dad says.

HORN BLARES

CAROL: Keep still, Rose.

You've had a nasty bang to the head.

There's brake fluid everywhere.

This was deliberate, Harry.

Damn them! Damn them to hell!

I married a Yorkshire lass. Isn't that enough for 'em?

Ever since I come here, it's been the cold shoulder.

They're small minded and bigoted, the lot of 'em!

Harry, let the police sort this out.

I'll go with her to the hospital.

So, who did it?

I don't know for sure who did it.

Could be any one of them. They want to drive me out.

They're like a g*ng and they stick together.

Is Ted Openshaw part of this?

Aye.But he just does as his mother tells him.

The Openshaws have farmed here for generations.

And it seems to be the only thing

that gives you clout round here!

♪ I'm gonna jump down Turn around

♪ Pick a bale of cotton

♪ I'm gonna jump down Turn around

♪ Pick a bale again

♪ Jump down, turn around Pick a bale of... ♪

I think it's got loads of potential,

once it's cleared out, coat of paint.

I think it'll fetch a good price.

♪ Oh, Lordy Pick a bale a day

♪ Oh, Lordy Pick a bale of cotton

♪ Oh, my Lordy Gonna pick a bale a day

♪ Me and my buddy gonna Pick a bale of cotton ♪

I want a full inventory.

Everything of value must be labelled,

so it can go to the sale room.

Ronnie, most of this is rubbish.

And some of it's rotting.

Get some soap and water to that.

Give it a good scrub.

It might turn out to be Capodimonte.

-Yeah, and it might not. -I know your game, Peggy.

Pick out the good stuff and sell it. I won't have it.

Do you want this place cleared or what?

Yeah, 'course I do.

DAWN:Come on, you.

You should be bottling up,

not lazing round here drinking tea.

Since when were you the boss?

I thought I were working for Gina, not you.

-Pardon me for breathing. -Dawn, I'm sorry.

You're right. I'm not your boss.

- You can do what you like. -I'm sorry.

What's up?

Today's my mum's birthday.

Would have been.

You... you mean, she's dead?

- Three months ago. - I'm sorry, Billy.

What happened?

Cancer.

I nursed her up to the end, watched her go.

Oh, Billy.

Mrs Openshaw? My name's Sergeant Miller.

This is PC Mason.

Come about His Nibbs' tractor, have you?

It's nowt to do wi' us.

Harry Brown had an accident

in his Land Rover this morning.

His wife is in hospital.

JOE:Someone drained his brake fluid.

Is Rose all right?

MILLER:She's sustained a nasty bang to the head.

We went to see Harry Brown yesterday.

Found him having a row with your son.

Oh, well, there's no novelty in that.

Harry Brown rows with most of his neighbours

most of the time.

Ted. Ted!

You can ask him what you like, sergeant.

It's nowt to do with us.

DOOR CLOSES

Can you tell us where you were

yesterday evening, Mr Openshaw?

Why should I?

Well, that's easy. He were with me.

Here, presumably?

No, we went to Whitby.

Did a bit of shopping, had a fish tea,

came home about ten.

-Is this true, Mr Openshaw? - Aye.

Right, then. Two piles.

Rubbish and stuff that might be valuable.

And that goes on Mr Smethers's list?

No. Nothing goes on that list until I've seen it.

Any really good stuff, you can set aside.

These medals are rubbish.

Hang on.Hey!

You're not leaving me here on my own, are you?

It's just that this house, it's a bit...

Oh, don't be such a big girl's blouse!

I've got to go and see old Fred Armitage.

Find a buyer for this furniture.

I plan to make a tidy profit here.

SIGHS

These are all the sheep farmers in the district.

You've put Molly Openshaw at the top of the list.

Her late-husband was widely respected.

Often acted as spokesman for the rest.

She's more or less inherited that mantle.

- What do you make of the son? - Not a lot.Morose fellow.

Too much under his mother's thumb, if you ask me.

We'll speak to them. See what they have to say.

You know, Miller, to some extent,

Harry Brown's the author of his own misfortune.

He's pulled some strokes

and if there had been any proof against him,

I'd have evicted him.

This isn't a straightforward matter. I can see that.

But the Browns could've been k*lled.

We could be talking attempted m*rder here.

I appreciate that. And if there's anything else I can do.

Thank you, milord.

Right, you lot, you'd better start knocking on some doors.

Sarge.

♪ He-ey, girl

♪ Don't stop what you're doing

♪ Oh, no

SIGHS

♪ He-ey, girl... ♪

Not exactly pulling your weight, are you?

DOG WHINES

CRASH

FOOTSTEPS

Go on! You're the guard dog.

DOG BARKS

Is anybody there?

DOG BARKS

Ah!

Mr Smethers!

Peggy's left you to it. I thought as much.

-She's just gone to see-- - You're an honest lad

I'm counting on you.

Anything of value, I get to see it first.

-Have you got that? - Er, yeah.

She brought me up on her own.

I was... we never had much.

What about your dad?

Dumped her flat before I was born.

It was only ever the two of us.

You must really miss her.

Yeah, well...

I don't want to think about it any more today.

She wanted me to be happy.

And here I am with a beautiful girl.

You're the best thing

that's happened to me in a long while.

I mean it.

I pedalled miles. My chain came off twice.

Most of these farms are in the back of beyond.

- Did you get anything? - Yes. Muddy and wet!

What is it with these sheep farmers?

Half of them can't speak! It's, "Oh, aye," or "Huh."

GEOFF: At least you were in a car.

MILLER:What did they say?

No one makes bones about disliking Harry Brown,

but they deny touching his tractor or Land Rover.

-Swear they know nothing. - Or they grunt and swear.

They know we're taking it seriously.

What about Ted Openshaw?

His mother says they were in Whitby.

I saw him that afternoon herding sheep.

- Could have gone later. - JOE: She's covering for him.

Give what Ashfordly said about Molly Openshaw,

she'd be the ringleader.

Brown's right and they all ganged up to get rid of him?

I do. I think it's time we banged some heads together.

Right, as I am sure we are all aware,

there have been a number of problems

between neighbouring farmers.

There's only one problem here, milord.

And he's sitting right there!

MURMURING IN ASSENT

Evict him and you've solved your problem.

What right have you to deprive me of my livelihood?

I am not here to talk about eviction!

OVERLAPPING CHATTER

All right, listen to me.

Someone drained the brake fluid

from Harry Brown's Land Rover.

Him, his wife and his two little girls

could've been k*lled.

That's attempted m*rder!

No one has the right

to take the law into their own hands. No-one!

And you'd better take what I'm saying seriously,

or you'll all be going to jail!

Do I make myself clear?

Sergeant, there's no one here

who'd put two little girls' lives at risk.

No matter what kind of villain their father is.

My wife's in hospital because of you lot!

And you call me the villain?

It's no good you standing there spouting!

Arrest the lot of them!

Calm down, Harry.

What are you looking at?

He's not looking at anyone, Harry.Leave him alone.

Take no notice.

Where is she?She's only gone to see Fred Armitage.

How can that take all day?

DOG WHINES

Oh, heck. What am I going to do with that?

♪ You might wake up some morning

♪ To the sound of sound of something

♪ Moving passed your window in the wind

♪ And if you're quick enough to rise

♪ You'll catch the fleeting glimpse

♪ Of someone's fading shadow... ♪

CHICKENS CLUCKING

What the heck...?

g*nshots

SHEEP BLEATING

Oh, good.

What have you got there?

I found it at the cottage yesterday.

I think we should give it to Mr Smethers.

There must be more than quid here.

Well done, lad!

Well, that belongs to the old lady.

Just give it to Mr Smethers, eh?

David, her rellies couldn't be bothered

to come over here and give her a decent send-off.

If we give it to Ronnie Smethers,

it'll end up in his pocket.

-Well, yeah-- - No, you did the right thing.

I don't want to go back.

There's something funny about it.

Oh, now, don't be so daft!

Come on, how about a nice fried breakfast?

That'll set you up.

I were in the yard. I saw him, bold as brass.

He just strolled up and sh*t 'em.

- Let me deal with this, OK? - Oh, aye.

He's not the only one with a g*n.

Is that what's next? You nobble his Land Rover.

- Now sh**t him? -Ted's done nowt.

He was with me, all right?

So you say, Mrs Openshaw.

Are you calling me a liar, constable?

I'm warning you that if you retaliate,

you'll both be under lock and key.

Leave this to me.

Sit down!

Then tell us what the hell you're playing at!

I sh*t a couple of sheep. So what?

My wife's in hospital with a suspected skull fracture!

What have you lot done about it, eh?

Giving the culprits a cosy little lecture.

There is the small question of evidence.

You haven't exactly given us full cooperation.

I can fight my own battles.

Yes, that's what you do, isn't it?

Pick another quarrel. Up the ante.

Over a few rotten sheep!

Tell that to Molly Openshaw! And her pals.

-I never started any of this. - I don't care who started it!

I'm finishing it! I'm issuing you with a formal caution.

Any more trouble, I'll lock you all up.

And you can pay the Openshaws for those two sheep.

-That it, then? - I mean it, Brown.

Don't push your luck.

Maybe I should talk to his wife.

See if she can talk some sense into him.

Somebody needs to.

I'm beginning to think that Ashfordly's right.

He's his own worst enemy.

Oh, heck.

Mr Smethers?

Mr Smethers, is that you?

WHINES

Just take care of yourself, love.

Mrs Openshaw.

I just popped in to see how Rose was doing.

- No law against that? - None at all.

I'm just glad to see you both talking.

We've never not been talking. It's these men.

Like lads in a schoolyard, more like.

Dangerous lads though,

when you start draining brake fluid and causing accidents.

My Ted would never have done owt like that.

Who are you trying to convince? Yourself or us?

I know my own son.

If he was with you in Whitby, you'd know for certain.

But you don't, do you, Molly?

I've got to go. Take care.

She told me about the sheep.

I need to get home.

I've got to keep an eye on Harry.

You should talk to him, Rose. Calm him down.

I know. And I will.

SPANNER CLANKING

So, are you taking me for a spin later, then?

Now we're joined at the hip, are we?

No. I'll leave you to it. Sorry I bothered you.

Any folk who'd cut the steering rods on a tractor...

But draining the brake fluid on a Land Rover,

that's more complicated.

Were you aware Ted Openshaw

did a motor mechanics apprenticeship?

No, I wasn't.

Aye, he worked in a garage in Elsinby.

When his dad d*ed, he went back to the farm.

He knows more about cars

than your average sheep farmer.

Thanks, Bernie.

Is our David here?

David?David!

What are you doing here?

We're supposed to be clearing out

Mrs Brookes's place.

I can't do it. I-I just can't.

That place is haunted and it's all your fault!

-How can it be my fault? - Because you stole her money!

- And she's very upset. - David, she's dead!

And we've got work to do.

Well, I'm not going back there.

I'm just... I'm not.

All right! All right.

I'll give the tin to Ronnie.

-Do you mean that? - I said I would, didn't I?

That way, her rellies will get her money

and she won't be upset any more.

Does that satisfy you?

Right, come on.

There you go, sweetie.

Billy was really quiet this morning.

- You and him fallen out? - No.

I think he's got a lot on his mind.

I never really took him for the moody sort.

But he seems to go up and down with the tide.

You do realise he's lost his mum?

She d*ed from cancer a few months back.

I don't think he's over it.

Oh, I see. He never mentioned it.

It's not his fault, Gina.

I think he's trying,

but it's just getting the better of him.

Well, you've obviously got

to know him a lot better than me.

So, you got something special for me?

I think you are going to be dead pleased.

Go back inside, David.

We don't want Ronnie to think we're slacking!

This place has to be cleared by the end of the week.

Certainly does, cos I've booked a decorator.

You brought me out here for a load of old medals?

I'm a busy man, Peggy!

I hear you're a fair mechanic, Ted.

Been doing some detective work, have you, Jock?

I'm a mechanic, so it must be me.

Less of the Jock.

It's what you are, isn't it?

And outsiders bother you, don't they, Ted?

People are better sticking to their own place.

Is that why you hate Harry Brown?

It's why Yorkshire folk

should have Yorkshire coppers... Jock.

I'm a Yorkshire copper, born and bred.

So, you can answer me.

What the blazes is going on?

Your son doesn't want to answer our questions.

We're thinking of taking him down the nick.

This is harassment.

No, this is us trying to get to the truth.

We won't rest until we do.

Ted's done nowt. He was with me.

I'll say so to the bench, if I have to.

Well, you may have to.

And if you lie, that'll be perjury.

You need to think about that one.

-If you just tell me... - Just leave it, Mam!

♪ Save me

-All right? - Yeah.

♪ Save me, somebody save me ♪

Where is he, eh? I want to see him right now.

- What's going on, Harry? - I said, where is he?

Well, he's gone out.

He'll not hide behind your skirts this time.

What's he done?

Just because I sh*t his sheep,

doesn't mean he can walk into my house

and steal my g*n!

Ted wouldn't do that.

Tit for tat. That's your Ted all over and you know it!

This time, he's gonna get more than he bargained for.

And I don't care if I go to jail for it!

Harry, wait up.

-Sorry I've been a bit-- - No, you've...

You've got a lot on your plate. It's fine.

I really like you

and that was never part of the plan.

What plan?

You're a very special girl.

-Mum would've approved. - Look, Billy...

SIGHS

SHUFFLING

CLATTERING

It's all right, Mrs Brookes.

Mr Smethers has got your money now.

DOG BARKS

Deefer?

WHINES

FUNK MUSIC PLAYING

KNOCK AT DOOR

Mrs Openshaw, come in.

DOOR CLOSES

You've got to do something. Harry Brown's run mad.

If he gets hold of my Ted, there's bound to be bloodshed.

- Where is Ted? - I don't know.

He goes off. I don't know where.

Harry reckons Ted's stolen his shotgun.

- Has he? - No!

I don't know.

He's not a bad lad, Constable Mason,

but he keeps himself to himself, always has.

Was he really with you in Whitby, like you said?

No. But he'd never hurt Rose and the girls.

Maybe he thought that Harry

would be in the Land Rover by himself.

You've got to stop this before somebody gets k*lled.

I'll go over to Harry's.

Now, I'll not be long. You need to take it easy.

Follow the hospital's instructions.

And you're going to follow my instructions, Harry Brown,

and stay here.

Ted Openshaw's stolen my g*n.

I'm just going to go and have a word with him.

Not tonight, it'll keep.

Aye, well, maybe.

-Daddy, Daddy, quick! - What's up?

The outhouse is on fire!

DOG BARKS

ROSE: Harry! Harry, no!

Harry!

Girls, more water! Quickly!

For God's sake, please, help us!

My husband's in there! He went in after the dog.

Go inside now, girls.

Go on, now!

ROSE SOBS

ROSE:Harry!

Harry, you're all right!

Fire brigade's on its way.

ROSIE: We were lucky.

A lad appeared from nowhere and got Harry out.

Did you know him?

I think I've seen him in t'village.

Good-looking. Rides a motorcycle.

Sounds like the new barman at the pub.

This whole thing has got totally out of hand.

Found this in the long grass round the back, sarge.

Right. Find Ted Openshaw. Bring him in for questioning.

Right, sarge.

I've had enough of this.

I've given the money to Ronnie.

What more can I do?

Oh, I don't know.

This is ridiculous, this is!

Look, there is an angry ghost in that house!

It's chased Deefer down the--

If you don't believe me, go and look yourself!

What are you doing?

It's... time I moved on.

- Because of us? - No.

No, it's got nothing to do with us.

I like you. I really do.

- Have you told Gina? - No.I need to--

What has happened, Billy?

You can't just leave without giving any notice.

I've made a mess of everything.

- Worse, I've let my mum down. - No, you haven't.

-You did your best for her. - I didn't.

You don't know the half of it.

Will you stop, Billy?

Will you sit down with me?

I don't know owt about any fire.

Went over to Elsinby about four.

For a darts match. I were in t'pub all evening.

Four? Funny time for a darts match.

SIGHS

Oh, OK.

I've been.... seeing this girl.

-Does she have a name? - Sheila.

The thing is, she's got a kiddy.

Not been married and...

My mum, she won't approve of it.

-MILLER: You were with her? - Aye.

I see her as often as I can.

They ain't got much, so I take 'em out.

Treat 'em.

You'd better write down her full name and address,

so we can check it out.

Are you going to tell my mam?

Just having the one lad,

I don't know what I've done wrong.

Probably nothing.

Another cuppa?

-Right, he's free to go. - It's not him, then?

No.

Where the hell were you, then?

Oh, Mam, let's just go. I'll tell you later.

Tell me what?

You'll be the death of me, Ted Openshaw!

Come on, Mam.

I almost feel sorry for him.

This lad that rescued Harry from the fire...

He's certainly an important witness.

It could be the new barman from the pub.

- He's got a motorbike. -Track him down.

Stay for now, don't decide anything in a rush,

give yourself time to calm down.

Yeah, you're right.

I don't know what you must think of me.

All this carrying on.

- GINA: Dawn! - I better get on.

Hey, don't say anything to Gina.

'Course not.

I never knew you had a g*n.

You live in the country. You should learn to sh**t.

David, you go in.

There is something up there.

PEGGY GASPS

Aunt Peggy?

David, come and have a look.

MEOWING

DAVID: Awww!

There's your ghost.

She was just protecting her young.

I was hoping to see your lad.

Billy, is it?

Dawn, give him a shout.

It's me.

There's some bloke downstairs that wants to see you.

Sheep farmer guy.

I just saw him drive up. I can't talk to him now.

Could you just tell him I've gone out. Oh, please?

-It's sort of embarrassing. - Just stay in your room.

GINA: 'You were so lucky he was passing by.'

HARRY: 'Aye, I know, aye.'

Billy saved his life. Rescued him from a fire.

Fire? What fire?

Last night, the outhouse were ablaze.

T'lad came in and pulled me out.

I'd have been dead if it weren't for him.

Then he just disappeared into thin air.

- Harry wants to thank him. - Aye.

Why don't you just go on up, Harry?

Oh, right, thanks. Hmm.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Dawn? - Gina said I could come up.

I hope you don't...

That's my g*n.

DOOR CLOSES

Where did you get it?

I should've let you burn.

That was the plan.

-Now, give me that g*n. - No.

Harry Brown told us about the fire.

Billy said nothing to you?

g*nsh*t

What was that?

-Billy's got a g*n. - Stay here.

Call the station for back-up!

SIGHS

Billy! It's Joe Mason!

BILLY: Leave me alone.

You could've k*lled me!

Billy, just put the g*n down.

Next one's going straight through his head!

Look, you're not a k*ller, Billy.

You set that fire,

but you couldn't go through with it.

-He's the k*ller. - I've never k*lled anyone!

Yes, you have!

Stella Garrett.

Don't you even remember her name?

Stella Garrett?

You got her pregnant and dumped her flat.

I haven't seen her for nigh on years!

She...She never told me she were pregnant.

You're a liar!

You left her and all her life, she struggled.

She was my mother.

I watched her die.

You're Stella's son?

She d*ed. I'm not gonna lose my bottle this time.

Billy, look, she wouldn't want this.

You pulled him out of that fire.

That was the right thing to do.

No, it wasn't.

She never even told me she were... pregnant.

I owe you an apology, Peggy.

You were right about those medals.

Medals?

In the tin. I had them valued.

They were all pretty worthless, except one.

Apparently, old Mrs Brookes's husband

won a Victoria Cross.

I'm sending it to London to be auctioned.

Should fetch a tidy sum!

Are you all right, Peggy?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

MUSIC: 'Hello Mabel' by The Bonzo Dog Band

JOE: I'll be outside.

I came to Aidensfield to settle with him.

I never meant to get involved with anyone.

Did it mean anything to you, then? You and me?

It's all just turned out a mess.

You'll be up before the bench in the morning.

Harry will put in a plea of mitigation on your behalf.

Well, what does that mean?

A suspended sentence, with a bit of luck.

You've got to believe me, Billy.

Your mother never kept in touch.

If I'd known about you, I'd never have left.

You're my son.

And I need to put things right.

Looks like people are making an effort.

The Wars of the Roses are over, Harry!

Yeah, she's right.

Time we all learned to be better neighbours.

Is that ever going to work?

Rose Brown is a very determined woman.

Come on, cheer up.

It sounds like Billy might settle round here now

and farm with his dad.

You'll be able to see him, then.

No, I don't think so.

Here we are. Come on.

The police house certainly needs a cat.

And the pub.

CAROL: Are you giving them away then, Peggy?

Five bob a piece, to cover us expenses.

Aww.

PEGGY: Oh, that one likes you, look.

Oh, definitely.