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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

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

♪ You're everywhere and nowhere, baby

♪ That's where you're at

♪ Going down a bumpy hillside

♪ In your hippy hat

♪ Flying across the country

♪ And getting fat

♪ Saying everything is groovy

♪ When your tyres are flat

♪ And it's, hi-ho silver lining

♪ Anywhere you go, now, baby

♪ I see your sun is shining

♪ But I won't make a fuss

♪ Though it's obvious... ♪

Good morning, George.

What's Greengrass doing with that animal?

Claude's latest acquisition, that is.

- He bought it? - Aye. Thoroughbred, he reckons.

But if you ask me, it's more hunter than racehorse.

Still, it might win the odd steeplechase.

He's spreading his newfound wealth around a bit, isn't he?

Aye, unlike some.

If Mostyn can get some money from that lot, he's doing better than me.

Is that the Featherstone Hall lot?

Hippies. Start a commune in that grand spot. Whatever next?

Percy Featherstone left it to that drop-out nephew of his.

I thought that place was a ruin.

Well, if it isn't now, it soon will be.

The girl has absolutely no idea what she's doing. No idea at all.

And, frankly, it is worrying me sick.

Most new mothers have absolutely no idea what they're doing.

But they learn pretty quickly.

Eric said, sometimes she's not even dressed when he gets home at lunch time.

Does that really matter?

I think you're worrying unduly.

Jack's my only grandchild, Dr. Rowan.

Someone's got to do something.

If Rita and Eric were to come and live with me,

you see, then I could keep an eye on him.

Mrs. Doubleday, I appreciate your concern,

but Jack's doing fine where he is.

He's putting on weight, and the midwife's pleased with his progress.

If Rita and Eric want to move in with you, that's entirely up to them.

But I can't exert any influence.

That is why you're here, isn't it?

He's lovely. What's his name?

Agamemnon.

Catchy.

I love horses.

Hey, hey, hey. You don't ride, do you?

Me? I've never even been on a rocking horse.

Pity. I'm looking for somebody here to give him a bit of exercise.

Roddy Imlay's promised to teach me.

Roddy. Is he that chap who works at the Hunt kennels?

- Yeah. - Do you know him very well?

Well enough.

Is that it for the day?

I hope so.

Why don't people mind their own business

and leave me to get on with mine?

- Oh ho! Marjorie Doubleday? - How did you know?

I saw her leaving.

She had a word with me about her grandson.

That baby's fine.

His mother's feeling the strain a bit.

Not that I'm not surprised,

Marjorie Doubleday has that effect on me too.

Feeling the pressure a bit, are you?

He says, with a hint of optimism.

You know, you've only got to ask.

Actually...

...I've got to pop into Whitby tomorrow.

You wouldn't do the afternoon surgery for me, would you?

Yes, of course.

I don't know why you don't hop on yourself? I'll give you a leg up.

Don't talk daft. It'd collapse.

It is a thoroughbred, you know. I mean, it is a bit highly strung.

He'd have me off as soon as look at me.

Go 'way!

Hey, d'you reckon you could have a word with that Roddy Imlay?

I'd make it worth your while.

Beautiful.

Beautiful!

This is what I brought us here for.

A sky so big, you just want to sit on the ground and be amazed by it.

You'll freeze your bum off.

How long have we been here Bob, a week?

I've lost track of time, my brain's frozen solid.

Here they come.

♪ Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair

♪ In the morning, when we rise

♪ In the morning, when we rise

♪ That's the time

♪ That's the time

♪ I love the best...

How d'you get on?

They're so sorry, but they gave the job to someone else just this morning.

They forgot to take the card out of the window.

Don't worry, we'll win them over, I promise.

♪ In the morning, when we rise... ♪

Doctor Rowan!

Mrs. Collins, hello.

Hello.

I don't suppose there's any news?

No, not yet. But I'm expecting some results from the lab tomorrow.

Oh, okay. Well, keep your fingers crossed for me.

I will. Call in at the surgery in the morning.

- Okay. Bye bye. - Bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

I hope for her sake it's positive this time.

She's so keen to start a family.

It's a bit soon to be buying baby things, isn't it?

GENERAL CHATTER

So, what's in it for me, then?

You'll get your cut.

Really?

Well you see, where I come from, we like to see a bit of money upfront.

We'll sort something out.

Alright. I spoke to Roddy Imlay.

He'll meet you first thing in the morning.

I dunno, they come in here, one pint each all evening.

I'm going to ask them to leave.

Too right! And they're hogging the fire.

Just do something, I can't stand it.

You can't stand it? How do you think I feel?

Why can't you stop him?

It's not my fault he's crying, is it?

Can't you shut him up?

What do you think I'm trying to do?

- Let me get some sleep. - Oh, have you?

- [indistinct] - Be reasonable, Rita.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Take him away and calm him down.

Feed him, or wind him or something.

I've done all that or didn't you even notice?

So, why is he crying?

How should I know, Eric?

If I knew that, he wouldn't be crying, would he?

Let me get some sleep!

I suppose I can go for hours without sleep? Days, even.

Rita, for God's sake, can't you take him out of here.

I've got to go to work tomorrow!

Well, aren't you the lucky one?!

I've got the afternoon off tomorrow.

- Have you, now? - Mmm.

Alex was dying to get his hands on surgery

so I told him I had to go to Whitby and he said he'll cover for me.

That was very generous.

Can you come, too? PHONE RINGS

I've got to work in the afternoon, love.

Aidensfield Police.

Yeah.

Well, if it's a domestic,

I'm afraid there's not much I can do about it, really.

Oh, right. Well, that's different.

Okay, I'll go round. Thanks.

The Doubledays are rowing again.

'Hammer and tongs', according to the neighbour.

And the baby seems to be involved.

Perhaps you should come, too.

If you're not having another, would you mind moving on?

You've none of you've bought a drink in ages.

Was there a rule about how long a drink's gotta lasts?

I've got paying customers waiting to sit down. I'm sorry.

My uncle always used to say,

'You can expect a warm welcome at the Aidensfield Arms.'

Well, you've had your warm welcome, haven't you?

You've been sitting hogging the fire all night.

It's time to give someone else a look-in.

Ta-ra!

You did right there, George.

Idle beggars.

They don't work, they don't wash, and they lower the tone of the place.

KNOCK ON DOOR

There's someone at the door, Eric.

It'll be that man from next door again.

Tell him go mind his own business.

God's sake, Eric, go get it, you filth!

BABY CRYING

- What? - We've got complains about the noise.

The baby won't stop crying. What are we supposed to do?

Who is it? Oh, Dr. Rowan.

Can we come in?

Come on, love. Are you coming to bed?

Yeah, in a second, I'm just sorting out the laundry.

What's the matter with him?

It's colic.

Wind, in other words.

His digestive system isn't properly used to food, yet.

He'll grow out of it soon.

You can't be getting much sleep.

He's still waking every two hours in the night.

Can you catch up during the day?

You're joking.

There's the washing and the ironing, then Eric comes home for his dinner.

I didn't expect it to be like this.

I don't think I'm going to be able to cope.

Look, there's no point in talking about it now.

Come and see me at the surgery in the morning and we'll have a chat.

Jack's asleep, see if you can get some rest too.

Alright.

See you tomorrow.

I don't know what she expects from me.

I come home from work and the place is like a pigsty.

I have to get my own tea.

Well, she has got a new baby to look after.

Little Jack's asleep and Rita's gone back to bed.

Great. Maybe I can get some sleep now.

The important thing, Mr. Doubleday, is that your wife gets some sleep.

What?

If that baby so much as whimpers during the night,

I want you to get up and see to him.

And I want you to give him his early morning feed,

so that Rita can have a lie-in.

But I've got to go to work.

I'm sure your mother won't mind if you're a bit late at the shop.

And anyway, Jack will have you up in plenty of time to give him his bottle.

♪ Blue's the colour of the sky

♪ In the morning, when we rise

♪ In the morning, when we rise

♪ That's the time

♪ That's the time

♪ I love the best

♪ Green's the colour of the sparkling corn

♪ In the morning, when we rise... ♪

Come on. You're supposed to be the one looking after the fire.

Where's the wood?

Jim, wake up. Time to face the material world.

Shopping.

Oh, no. I thought that was what we were trying to get away from.

Can I come?

Sure. Check it with your mum first, make sure it's all right.

And off you go, go on.

Go on, my son!

What do you think you're playing at, Claude?

A bit of training. He's good in't he? A lovely mover.

You can't do that here, it's a public place.

Exactly, Constable. Public. So what's to stop me?

I am, for a start.

You'd better go and do a bit of homework then.

There's nothing to stop my horse passing and re-passing on a public highway.

- Nowt wrong with that. - There is if it's dangerous.

Ah, ah. But who's to say it's dangerous?

That horse is galloping.

Galloping?

Look, you can't stop my horse going for a gentle stroll.

If he happens to breaks into a canter now,

he's still not going any faster than most of the cars that come up this way.

Oh, Blaketon won't stand for it.

He'll have to sit down then, won't he?

So didn't Eric get up to feed Jack?

He said he was going to but he fell back to sleep.

Anyway, I had to iron his shirts for him.

I think he said don't waste today.

You could do with some help at home.

What about your family?

They lived too far away.

I saw Eric's mother yesterday.

Why don't you let her give you a hand?

I'll not have that woman anywhere near me.

I used to be Doubleday's Saturday girl.

She liked me well enough then when I was her skivvy,

buttering up all her customers for her.

But then I started seeing Eric.

She dropped me like a hot potato.

I wasn't good enough for him.

How long have you been married?

Just over six months.

When she found out I were pregnant, she blamed me for everything.

I think she thought Eric had nothing to do with it.

I'd trapped him, you see.

But she's fond of the baby?

Oh, yeah. There's nothing she'd like better than to take him over.

I took her little boy away, so she wants to get her claws into mine.

But I won't let her. He's mine.

Oh, Eric. Look at you. You haven't had a wink, have you, poor love?

Oh, we did get a couple of hours, eventually.

Whatever is that girl thinking of?

When I had you, your father never even knew you were there.

And what about the baby? How's my little Jack?

Fine. When he's not bawling his head off.

Oh, I do wish you'd bring him over to me. I could look after him.

You can't go on like this, can you?

Rita can't cope, it's obvious.

I'll pop in and see you later, see how you're getting on.

Thank you, Dr. Rowan.

You next, Mrs. Collins.

Well?

I'm afraid the test's come back negative again, Sarah.

No.

But I must be, I'm over a month late!

I'm sorry, it's definitely negative.

But this time I was so certain.

What's wrong with me?

We've been married over seven years.

It's not fair. Everyone else seems to have a baby. Why not me?

I mean people keep saying, 'Isn't it time?'

Graham's mother looks at me like I'm doing it on purpose.

I'm starting to feel like a freak.

Does your husband know how you feel?

No. We don't discuss that sort of thing.

Besides, he is away, travelling a lot. He's a salesman.

We could do some tests.

See if there is a problem with you, or with your husband.

With Graham?

Ah. Ben Hur returns.

Blaketon wants to have a word with you about your chariot race.

- How's he heard about that? - PC Rowan!

Can you kindly explain to me how your beat

has become a practice track for the Grand National?

It's Greengrass, sarge.

He's training a racehorse strutting down the high street.

Then stop him.

Well it's not as simple as that, sarge.

I don't know what offence he's committing.

There's a book full of offences, surely you can find something in there.

Reckless riding, without due care and attention, something like that.

Yeah, but he isn't riding, sarge. It's a public highway.

If his horse keeps going up and down it no matter how fast,

I don't see what we can do to stop him.

I don't care how you stop him, just do it.

And don't listen to any of his tripe.

Oi! What do you think you're doing?

- Playing. - Rubbish, you're stealing. Come here.

Got you, you little... Ow! You little...!

Right.

Come on.

Get in there.

- Let me out! - He bit me.

He bloody bit me.

I'll call the police.

We must be able to nail him for something.

If he isn't breaking any law, we can't.

Here we are. Riding Establishments Act, 1964.

"It's an offence to keep a riding establishment without a licence

from the local authorities."

One horse isn't exactly an establishment, is it?

And there was a jockey as well, you said.

No, that will never stand up in court.

Ashfordly Police.

Yes, Mrs. Doubleday.

You're too late, he's climbed out of the window.

He'll be back with those layabouts by now.

I know they're moved into Featherstone Hall.

It's the first I've heard of any trouble.

Oh, you must have had complaints.

You're obviously not talking to the right people.

They're not even proper customers. They never buy anything.

They just hang around, and now they've started stealing.

I thought you said the lad didn't actually take anything.

Not for want of trying. And he bit my finger.

Oh, dear.

And they've got no money, of course, because they don't work!

They're just parasites, living off other people's goodwill.

You know really, constable, it oughtn't be allowed.

That's hardly a police matter.

I'm afraid there's not much I can do.

Well, you mark my words, this is just the start of it.

I'm not having it. I'm gonna go and sort them out.

No Jim, don't start any trouble.

Look, they can't get away with locking up a kid.

Listen. I've got a much better idea.

It might make us some money.

Come on.

Alf.

That lot starting a commune up at Featherstone Hall.

Old Percy Featherstone's nephew and his pals?

Yeah, have we had any complaints about them?

No, not to my knowledge.

Rowan! Town Police Clauses Act, 1847...

- Sorry, sarge? - declares the following to be offences.

The cleaning, exercising, training or breaking of any animal

on a street or public thoroughfare

to the annoyance, obstruction, or danger of passers-by.

So, come with me.

Watch and witness how it should be done.

How dare you discuss our private life with her like that?

It's none of her business.

But she is my doctor, Graham.

She doesn't know what she's flaming on about.

Saying I'm not up to it.

She didn't say that.

She just said they can do some tests.

Graham?

No one's coming anywhere near me to test anything.

I'm not having ... about it.

And I don't want you seeing her again, alright?

But if you've got a low sperm count...

I have not got a low sperm count.

Or anything else your bloody lady doctor might like to dream of.

There's nothing wrong with me.

If you've got a problem, you go and get yourself sorted.

But leave me out of it.

Sarah.

Sarah...!

Alright Claude, it's opening time.

I've got my proper job to go to now.

But remember, I want a share of your winnings.

Keep your voice down.

But not any of your fines.

I think the law's finally caught up with you. See you later.

Brought some moral support, have you, Constable?

Greengrass. You do realize that under the Town Police Clauses Act, 1847...

...it's an offence to train or exercise an

animal on a street or public thoroughfare

to the endangerment of passers-by.

This is no laughing matter, Greengrass.

It is you know. It's just that you don't get it yet.

Because that Act don't apply here.

It might be in big towns like Ashfordly,

but even there it has to be adopted by the local council.

And it hasn't been, cos I've checked.

Alright, Imlay, we'd better get the horse washed down.

♪ In the chilly hours and minutes

♪ Of uncertainty

♪ I want to be

♪ In the warm hold of your love and mine

♪ To feel you all around me

♪ And to take your hand along the sand

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

(BOB DYLAN) ♪ When sundown pales the sky

♪ I want to hide awhile behind your smile...

Don't stare, it's rude.

♪ For me to love you now

♪ Would be the sweetest thing, 'twould make me sing

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind ♪

Look, they're doing it deliberately.

They're stopping people coming in.

And that little wretch is grinning at me.

Well, go on, do something about it.

♪ I want to bide awhile behind your smile

♪ Everywhere I'd look your eyes I'd find

♪ For me to love you now

♪ Would be the sweetest thing, 'twould make me sing

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind...

Good God, Greengrass is right.

Nick, nip round to Doubledays, will you?

Oh, not again.

(BOB DYLAN) ♪ When rain has hung the leaves with tears

♪ I want you near to kill my fears

♪ To help me to leave all my blues behind

♪ Standing in your heart

♪ Where I wanna be and long to be

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind ♪

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to move along.

Don't you like the music?

Oh I think it's great, but you're causing an obstruction.

Oh, yeah.

Maybe if we just move along a bit.

I'm sorry, but that's it for the day.

Come on, we're not doing any harm.

We're trying to earn a living, like you.

You're not going to get fat on that, are you?

You want to get yourself some proper work, like respectable people.

Respectable people like you, has to go picking on innocent kids?

Innocent?! He's a thief.

- What did you say? - All right, come on, Mrs. Doubleday.

Come on, forget it.

- Don't you think that's the end of it. - Alright.

Rita, is the baby alright? You don't usually come in the shop.

I've come to see Eric.

Yes, alright dear, I simpy asked, is the baby alright.

I said he's fine. He's outside.

Leave him alone, I don't want him poked at.

Rita, she's his grandmother.

I've said no, alright. I'm his mother.

I know what's best for him and I don't want anyone interfering.

No-one's interfering.

No, it's alright, Eric. I don't have to stay here and be insulted.

I'll be at home if you want me.

I'm not having her crowing over me and telling me what I'm doing wrong.

I'm sick of it!

♪ Thinking 'bout the times you drove in my car

♪ Thinking that I might have drove you too far ♪

Sarah!

Sarah?!

The baby!

It's your mother. It's your bloody mother!

She's taken the baby!

Come on, come on. I want some ideas.

Ah, here we are. Highways Act, 1872.

Drunk in charge of a horse on the highway.

That'll only work if he's leading the horse,

not if somebody else is riding it.

In any case, he's hardly likely to take it down the pub.

PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

Hello, Mrs. Doubleday.

I know it may be difficult, Ventress, but think.

I left him in the pram outside, and she walked off him, that's what.

- She doesn't think I'm a fit mother. - That's not true.

She couldn't wait to get her hands on him.

Eric doesn't think I should have called the police.

She can't just take him like that, can she?

Well, not without permission, no.

You'll have to come with me to get him back.

Make her realized what she's done. It's wicked!

Rita love, is all this necessary?

I'll phone mum again and see if she's home yet.

She'll never listen to you, she never does.

First things first. We need to find the baby.

Then we can take it from there.

You'd better shut up the shop.

I want to see Dr. Rowan.

Well, I'm afraid she's not here this afternoon.

If I can be of any help, I could see you at the end of surgery.

Ah yeah. Maybe that would be for the best.

- Now let me do the talking, alright? - Okay.

What is it? What's happened?

Where is he?

- What have you done with him? - What do you mean?

You know bloody well what I mean!

Give him back.

Have you got Jack with you, Mrs. Doubleday?

- No, of course I haven't. - She's lying!

Was he in his pram when you left?

Yes, I didn't touch him. Rita didn't want me to wake him.

Can I use your phone?

Oh, God, where is he then?

Did you see anybody around when you left the shop?

It's those hooligans from Featherstone Hall.

They must have seen me with him.

You heard them threaten me this morning.

They've taken him, they must have.

Fancy leaving you outside the shop like that in your pram.

That's not much of a life, is it?

Babies like you shouldn't be left on their own now, should they? No.

We're going to have a lovely afternoon, you and me.

Yes, we are.

Yes. Come on.

Eric Doubleday locked one of their kids in his storeroom this morning.

His mum reckons they took the baby as some sort of vendetta.

That's a bit extreme, Rowan.

Still, you never can tell with these layabouts.

We'll just have to see what they've got to say for themselves.

I don't believe it myself.

BABY CRIES

This test...

...what is it exactly?

Oh, it's perfectly straightforward in your case.

Just a question of sending a sample off to the lab.

So you mean there's no operation or anything?

Good heavens, no.

And no one will need know the results.

Just you and your wife...

...and of course, Dr. Rowan.

You know I think you'll be making a mistake not to trust her.

I know that she's been very supportive.

More supportive than most.

Well, think about it.

Talk it over with your wife.

It's not that easy you know.

It's important that you try.

The baby was last seen outside Doubledays General Stores...

...shortly after PC Rowan here moved you on.

Now, did you see him?

Or the pram he was in?

No. We didn't see anything, we came straight back.

You were heard making threats to the baby's grandmother,

shortly before his disappearance.

Oh yeah, and the Doubledays are saying we took the baby?

No-one's saying anything.

We just need to question everyone who was in the vicinity.

If this is your idea of a prank, or a practical joke...

...then I suggest you hand over that baby straight away.

Otherwise... you'll all be in big trouble.

You must think we're crazy.

We didn't take any baby.

BABY CRYING

That's a girl. You can check if you like.

That won't be necessary.

You stamped all over my home, accused my friends,

upset their children.

That's alright, that's what we expect from you.

Believe me, we're used to it.

And Mr. Blaketon,

don't try and make us feel freedom is some sort of privilege.

It's a right.

And you've got it, he's got it, we've got it too.

Have you finished?

See... it's lovely and snug.

Yes... yes, it is!

Aye, shouldn't you be writing some of this down?

I mean, they're obviously after Agamemnon.

Sorry?

I might as well be talking to myself.

The horse thieves!

I mean they've already nicked his blanket, haven't they?

If he hadn't been with me they'd have had him an' all.

Oh, I see, Agamemnon's a horse.

I thought you'd got a strange religion for a minute.

It's no laughing matter you know, Ventress.

I mean, he's valuable blood stock.

He's three-quarter thoroughbred hunter.

Well, you'd better be quick if you're going to catch

the 3.30 at Wetherby this afternoon.

- I'll call CID straightaway. - Sergeant Blaketon.

I want to make an official complaint.

I've come in here to report about a gang of horse thieves,

and all your underling can do is take the mickey.

Get lost, Greengrass.

Oh, thank you, Sergeant Blaketon.

It's a brand new blanket they've nicked, you know.

And a load of milk, you know.

I want 'em arrested and charged.

If you don't leave my station now, Greengrass,

someone will be charging me...

- ...for manslaughter. - Hang on, sarge.

- When was this? - Less than an hour ago.

- Where? - Right outside my front door.

Milk and a blanket. We should follow this up.

I've told her the police are setting up a thorough search.

It's only a matter of time.

And there'll be a reward for whoever finds him. A £100.

The police will get him back, reward or no reward.

Is Rita all right?

Just about. She's suffering from nervous exhaustion.

The shock hasn't help.

But she should never have been allowed to get this tired.

I know.

I don't think Eric has been much help to her these past few weeks.

I don't think any of you have.

Goodbye.

♪ I've got that feeling, it's her

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ I've got that feeling, it's her

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Let me tell you about a girl I know

♪ I love her, I love her

♪ When we kiss I let the love-light show

♪ That I love her, I love her

♪ She is the sweetest girl I know...

Right, follow the dog.

I'll be on the top road.

It were a brand new blanket, you know, it's not rubbish.

How long did Dr. Rowan say Rita would sleep after that injection?

Hour or so.

I'd no idea she'd been under such a strain.

Oh, come on, Eric, let's tidy this place up.

It's been a lovely afternoon, hasn't it?

They wouldn't believe us though, would they, if we told them? Mmm?

They wouldn't let me keep you, no.

My own little baby.

Yes.

So, I'm going to have to say goodbye.

Excuse me. Is your husband in?

I'm afraid not.

And I don't know when he'll be back.

Can I help?

It's my wife. She's gone missing.

I came home from work and she wasn't there.

Oh, yes?

We had a big barney this morning, and she ran off.

She's not been back since.

She came to see you about, ummm...

...us not being able to have a baby.

She wanted me to have a test, and I had a right go at her.

I didn't mean it.

Your wife's Sarah Collins?

Yeah.

I think you'd better come in for a minute.

♪ Need someone's hand

♪ To lead me through the night

♪ I need someone's arms

♪ To hold and squeeze me tight ♪

They look nice, don't they? Mmm?

They'll look after you till your mum comes to fetch you.

Come on, kids, time to go in.

Yeah Sarah, come on, let's eat.

Oooh, right.

♪ I need some lips

♪ To feel like you're mine

♪ I need someone to stand up

♪ And tell me when I'm lying

And when the lights are low

♪ And it's time to go

♪ That's when I need your love so bad

Bye-bye, little one.

CRIES

Alf, it's Kate.

I need to get hold of Nick quite urgently.

Can you get him to call me.

Well, I'll do my best, Kate. He's out on a search.

Hold on.

Nick. Can you give your wife a call? It's urgent.

What do you think's the matter with her, Doctor?

Sometimes, when someone's desperate to have a baby, they can get...

...I suppose the word is obsessed.

And it makes them behave out of character,

do things they wouldn't normally do.

And if she has taken the baby?

What will happen to her?

I don't know. But if she has, she's going to need help.

PHONE RINGS Excuse me.

Hello?

Nick, can you come home straight away?

I've got Sarah Collins' husband with me.

I think she may have the baby.

BABY CRYING

Bob! Jim! Come here, quick.

It must be the missing baby.

Oh, this has to be a setup.

Don't be daft.

People around here might have it in for us, they couldn't be not that sick.

They'll soon point the finger if we turned up holding him.

Well, we can't just leave him here, can we?

Well, his mother, she must be frantic.

Well, it all seems to add up.

Chances are, she's still wandering around the moors somewhere.

I'll have to report her missing.

She's probably feeling very confused.

Is she going to go to prison?

The most important thing is to find her.

You go home and wait there.

If she does turn up, call me or Ashfordly Police Station immediately.

Alright, thanks.

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

I just hope we're right about this.

He's never coming back, is he?

It's a punishment to me.

Isn't it?

I wasn't a good enough mother.

Oh, nonsense.

You're the best mum Jack could have want.

It's Eric and I that haven't been good enough.

We haven't been much help to you dear, have we?

I'm sorry.

I've been so tired. I thought everyone was thinking I couldn't cope.

Oh, come on.

You'll see, Jack will be coming through that door at any minute.

He doesn't want to see his mum like this now, does he?

LOUD KNOCK ON DOOR

I know sounds it's bizarre, but we found him in the garden.

He's alright. He's not been out there long enough to get cold.

And I've just given him some milk.

Oh, come through to the kitchen, it's warmer in there.

- What, he just appeared? - Yeah.

Before you guy get any weird ideas,

we haven't been hiding him under the stairs all this time.

- I didn't think you had. - Good.

Alf, it's Nick.

The baby's been found.

Sarah, love, where have you been?

I've been so worried.

Oh I can't tell you how good it feels to have him back.

Well he doesn't seems to have come to any harm.

Oh, it's such a relief. Really, I can't thank you both enough.

We put up a reward, who do we owe it to?

The commune at Featherstone Hall.

Really? Oh well, I'd better go and see them in the morning.

Constable, you're wanted on the phone.

Here, you take him.

Hello, treasure.

She hardly said a word when she came in, she just collapsed.

Did she mention the baby?

Yeah.

She just said she would never have hurt him.

She just wanted to know what it felt like.

I think we'd better take her into hospital, now.

♪ I don't want you to worry, baby

♪ I know we can make everything all right

♪ Listen to my plea, baby

♪ Bring it to me

♪ Because I need

♪ Your love so bad ♪

Constable Rowan, what a pleasure.

Mrs. Doubleday wanted a lift.

Yes, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the unpleasantness,

and to pass on the reward.

What reward?

It's a £100, for bringing the baby home.

What did you think we were going to do, keep him?

We don't need your money, Mrs. Doubleday.

Thanks, but no thanks.

- I don't understand. - No, none of you do.

What do you think we were doing here in the hall?

We were trying to lead a better life.

Your money's not important to us.

Anyway... we're going.

Are you going for good?

Yep. This builder made me an offer for the Hall.

Well, it makes more sense than us sticking

around here freezing to death over the winter.

So... you can tell Mr. Blaketon, he's won his little battle.

But I'm afraid he's going to lose the campaign.

You waiting for somebody, Claude?

I might be.

You might have to wait a long time.

I've just had a word with Roddy Imlay about the Highways Act, 1835.

Well he wouldn't want to let himself in for a £20 fine now, would he?

Have you just nobbled his jockey?

What, me?