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RV, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

RV, why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

That's right, then.

What?

What is it?

Well, look at it.

It says the house is going to be sold.

No. No, it can't be.

Mr Mellor promised me. He said when Auntie Mattie died that he would rent it

me. He's selling it. That's what sign says.

He promised he would rent it to me.

So me and you could get wed.

Frank Mellor's been laughing at you.

If we've nowhere to live, we can't get with.

Brenda! You're so useless, Eddie.

You can't read, you can't earn a living, hardly. You can't do anything.

I'm going home.

Home, that's a laugh.

Brenda, hang on!

Forget it, Eddie.

I'm telling you, a bunch of flowers. He's got them under his coat.

Got much on, Melanie?

Well, I was... I thought not. That wing lane, what are we doing about it?

Sarge? Peeping Tom, alleged.

Right, it's a fine night, so get yourself down there, keep your eyes

That wing lane?

That's Nick's patch.

That's other things being equal, which they're not. So wait till it's dark,

about nine, say, and give it a go.

How long?

Until you're relieved.

Or until you catch someone.

I'll bet it's him.

Don't take flowers with them. Not in my experience.

Hey!

I want a word with thee.

Hello, Mum.

Hello. Is Katie all right? Of course she is. Keep over worrying about her. She's

a healthy kid.

What's the nice smell? What's cooking?

Not a lot for you, dearie.

What do you mean?

Got a friend dropping by for a bite to eat.

I thought you didn't like the people around here. Oh, you know me. I can make

friends with anybody.

Give an half a chance.

Go on, get yourself out. Go to the pub or something.

All right, Frank, are you getting around him?

I'm not in around.

Well, now's a good time to start one, isn't it?

Go on, get him in. You've got plenty.

Aye, I have, and I've a sight more than all.

I want a word with you, Mr Miller.

We've not to talk about. More fold cottage. You said I could have it. Well,

my property. I'll do what I want with it. Rent it to me, you said.

When Auntie Matthew were gone for me and Brenda.

See, 40 years, your Auntie Matthew had a bad house.

Ten bob a week, it's falling to wreck and ruin.

He wants money spending on it.

I've got to sell it. You promised me.

And I'll have to work for you for nothing. Hey, stop that, Eddie, lad.

yourself. Come on, have a drink, lad. Come on. You're not like you to be

It was fucking away. It's an animal.

I am not an animal.

All right, Eddie, Eddie.

Behave yourself. It's not worth it, son.

It shouldn't be like that, eh? Them cows, they say, are more sense than they

are. Eddie!

Stop that talk, Mr Miller.

What have you been doing to get him like this? What's going on?

Just get your handcuffs on this lunatic.

He tried to kill me and I've got witnesses.

Is that right?

I knew a drop of ale got spilt, that's all. It would all sum up a note.

You lying beggars.

Lock him up. The man's a lunatic. All right, Mr Mellor.

Eddie, hey, come on. It's time you went home.

It were him, you know.

He tricked me.

Well, this time it's a woman. Any more trouble, I'll have to charge you.

He said I could have the house.

Go on, get yourself off home.

And if the drink makes you feel like fighting, then stay out the pub.

I haven't even had a drink.

Well, I could tell you were a good thought, then, as I saw you.

The next is the same.

Says you've got a kind heart underneath.

Hmm.

Well, he's very lucky to have you here.

Seeing to the baby for him.

How's Mr Rowan managing without you? Oh, you mean Nick's dad?

I lost him in the war.

Match at Navy.

Oh, I see.

I'm sorry.

Nick can barely remember his dad.

You brought him up on your own then, did you? Well, there was always plenty of

family about.

And I never went short of offers.

But while Nick was a young lad, I always said no.

Hello, Tom.

Rowan.

Anything to report?

No, nothing much.

A bit of trouble at the Aidensfield Arms.

Greengrass involved, I suppose.

No, he was keeping the peace as far as I could make out.

Wonders will never cease.

Well, Sergeant?

Well?

Well, what?

What's that mean?

What?

Sergeant hasn't come here to give you orders.

He's come here to have a bite to eat.

With me.

Off you go now.

It's not the three of us, sir.

Oh, no.

Oh.

Oh, well, uh...

Tell you what, Rowan, you could nip down that wing lane.

Bellum is there due to finish.

You could buy him a pint.

Right.

Well, I'll be off then.

Make yourself comfortable, Sergeant.

I'll be dishing it out in about five minutes.

It's you.

I thought you was Tom the Peeper.

Any sign?

There's one or two women round here who won't tell him to draw the curtains,

though.

Apart from that, anything?

Three cats.

One courting couple.

Hey, somebody we know is courting as well.

Who's that?

The Sarge. Yeah.

Went round to see her tonight. Took some flowers.

Poor girl.

She must be really hard up.

I like a chap who can eat.

He's got a good appetite.

You didn't tell Nick I was coming here for a meal then?

Oh, no.

He has his friends. I have mine.

Mind you, when he was a kiddie.

He could be ever so jealous of his mummy.

Oh, he could be a little tinker.

I remember one time I brought a friend home.

Don't be shy, I said to him.

Uncle Herbert won't bite you.

And then Nick went and bit Uncle Herbert.

For a northerner, you know, he's not such a bad old stick, is Oscar.

Oscar, eh?

You should be grateful.

If I'm nice to him, he'll be nice to you.

Mum, the police force doesn't work that way. Don't kid yourself.

Everything works that way.

What about that sweet shop manager in the wall?

You were the only kid in the street at Annecy Ball.

Hello, Frank.

Lovely day for an auction?

What are you doing here?

You'll not be bidding?

No, it's what they call a washing brief.

Just to make sure us property owners don't have to adjust our portfolios. You

always were a nosy beggar.

Sounds like me.

Oh, baby.

Hello, Katie.

You know Eddie King, don't you?

You heard of him being violent?

Eddie?

No, not him.

He's lived half -wild most of his life, but he wouldn't hurt a fly.

He tried to thump some bloke in the pub last night.

Who?

Frank Mellor.

I know Mellor.

Tight with his money.

In fact, Eddie's girlfriend does a bit of cleaning for him.

He's got a girlfriend, has he?

Don't sound so surprised.

He's human, you know.

Just like the rest of us.

What's the point of us going in there, Eddie?

Well, we can go and see what happens, like.

I mean, I mean, well, maybe nobody'll want to buy it.

But we can rent it off Mella.

Them's birds up there, Eddie.

I don't see no pigs.

What do you reckon it'll fetch?

Tiny price.

What, about 500 quid? And the rest?

Yeah, well, over 500 quid will be top whack.

Hey, I see your friend's arrived.

He'd better behave himself.

He'll be all right. He's got his girlfriend with him.

She could do a lot better for herself here.

What, in Aidensfield?

Hey, I'll tell you something. I don't know half the people in here today.

Incomers.

They'd like to be.

City folk.

They're here because they're thinking about buying.

You're joking.

Who'd want to come and live here?

Right, good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

We're here today to offer for sale by auction Moorfold Cottage.

A fine country property with approximately one and a half acres of

outbuildings, freehold.

Requiring some degree of modernisation and refurbishment, but with great

potential. So, ladies and gentlemen, who'll start me?

Can I hear £600?

If you can, you're on your own.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Oh, hello, Mrs Rowan.

Sergeant Blaketon? Yeah, she's in his office.

Pardon?

Oh, right, yes.

He left his gloves behind last night.

Oh, yes.

I'll tell him.

What's up?

By heck.

£1 ,900.

£2 ,000. £2 ,000 iron bid. I have £2 ,000.

£2 ,000. They've all gone barmy.

Was that a bid, sir?

You, sir, the large gentleman with the sartorial neckerchief. I thought you

winked. Wait, me?

Yes, sir, but are you bidding?

No. Then please keep quiet, sir.

It's at £2 ,000.

I've had a complaint from Mr Mellor. He rang up first thing this morning and

played steam.

Now, this trouble in the Aidensfield arms, he claims he was put in fear of

bodily safety and you didn't out about it.

Well, no -one will back him up, Sarge.

It's his word against the other lad, Eddie King.

Who Mr Mellor describes as the village idiot.

Well, he's not exactly that large.

I've had a word with him.

He seems harmless enough.

Hmm.

So far.

Can I say two -eight?

2 ,800. I have two -eight. 2 ,800 pounds.

Can I say two -nine?

If you've all done, ladies and gentlemen, it's at 2 ,800 pounds.

It's going once.

Twice.

Sold. To?

Martin Shepard. Sold to Mr Shepard. What did I tell you?

It don't belong to thee.

By rights, that house is mine.

It's for me and Brenda.

Stop it.

You're not having it.

I'm telling thee, it's mine.

Come away, Eddie.

Now then, you, that's enough of that. Just clear off.

He was locking away that fella. He's dangerous.

He'll kill someone if all he's done.

I'm not living in a hayloft over the cowshed, Eddie.

I love you, Brenda.

You can't move in here because we're mowed out already.

You said we'd get married.

Yeah. And you said we have a house to live in.

It's useless talking, Eddie. I'm going to bed.

Good night.

Now, what I mean is, George, if they're prepared to pay nearly 3 ,000 quid for

Mellor's cottage, what must my estate be worth?

Estate? That bit of land you've got? You can't call that an estate.

That land of mine marches with Lord Ashford, Liz.

Marches with?

A few acres of moor top and most of that bog.

It's not land people want, it's how they're living.

That's right.

Cottage in the country, that's what they're after.

Ah, well, there's buildings on my land, mate, beautiful cottages with a bit of

imagination.

Anyway, I've got that.

Auctioneer bloke come in to give me a valuation before I sell it. Ah, well,

renting days have gone round here.

Oh, I don't know. I feel sorry for Eddie.

He really loves Brenda Booth, you know.

Love? He's well out of it.

What a waste of money. He had to pay for two instead of one.

Gives a scotch.

You'd better give me a packet of crisps for Alfred.

Well, you're paying for true call.

I call that love.

Oh, I know.

Well, with him and me, it's not just infatuation, you know.

It's a real thing, isn't it, son?

You don't like the window open, are you? Just stick your head under it and let

it close.

Eddie,

is that you?

Go on home, I'm not coming out.

Well, we can't just sit here all night, doing nothing.

Oh, aye, yes.

You'll be wanting to get to bed.

I've enjoyed tonight.

Oh, there's a lovely moon tonight, Oscar.

Oh, aye.

I can't see it myself.

What? Something wrong with your eyesight?

Oh, no, no, I can see the moon.

What I meant was, you know, this talk about the Yanks going to put a man on

moon. Or the Russians.

I just can't see it myself.

Oh. Oh, dear.

Oh, I think I've got something in my eye.

Would you have a look?

Well, I'll not be able to see it out here. You best get under a light in the

house.

No.

It'll never happen.

Not in this world.

What do you... Ruby!

Ruby!

Well, it was a grand night.

If they put a man up there, I'll eat my cap.

If it was down to him, they wouldn't go on the moon.

That's a fact.

Eh? Your friend, Oscar.

He's not my friend, Mum. He's my sergeant.

In fact, if it was down to him, the human race would have died out long

So the wife says to me, well, she says, Our house must be worth 2 ,000.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, right.

2 ,000, I say. Three and a half.

Easy. Look, give it a flaming rest.

I don't give a monkey's how much your house is worth.

Oh, that's just because you haven't got your foot on the rung of the housing.

Wait till you have.

Hello, Nick.

Oh, then me mother caught his eye.

They married on the sly.

And now I have to call him father.

Have I missed something?

I believe that Blaketon took your mum out last night.

Yeah, all right. Can we talk about something else?

But not the state of the housing market.

That's the trouble with you young lads.

You've no conversation.

Our friend the Peeping Tom was at it last night. Lapwing Lane again.

Somebody spotted him, Sarge? A local woman heard him. She also heard Brenda

the number 16, shouting, Oh, go home, Eddie.

Eddie King?

Oh, I reckon.

He's your local nutcase, right?

I wouldn't go that far, Alf.

Because if it was a mental job... I spotted something last night.

What's that, Ventress?

It was a full moon.

My word, Ventress.

You don't miss much, do you?

We'll have to let Scotland Yard know about you.

Hello, Mr. Anderson.

Is this the property?

What? No, no, no.

I'll show you. It's over the top.

Can we take the car?

It's not but a cock stride. In any case, it'll be a bit tricky because it wants

a track put in it.

Oh, well, I wouldn't necessarily tell again. I might

have to put her after.

Go on, son.

Go on.

What did you do last night, Eddie?

I did milking some of the cows out.

Oh, yeah.

Let me see.

After that?

Well, not much, really.

Are you down Lackwing Lane?

Brenda lives down there.

A man was seen hanging about.

Peeping at women.

Oh, yeah.

Well, it weren't me peeping.

You were there.

To see Brenda.

She's the only woman I'm after, Brenda.

She's the only one that I want.

Right then, Mr. Anderson, what do you think?

What am I supposed to be looking at?

The cottages.

Those?

Oh, I know they need tarting up a bit, but I mean, look at that view.

You drag me up this howling wilderness to show me a pair of derelict sheep

Sheep pens? It's human habitation.

Not for the sort of humans I deal with, Mr. Greengrass.

Good day to you.

And don't contact my office again.

Ever.

I know your game. You're trying to up the commission.

You've got no chance.

Well,

this is the best location, practically speaking.

But it's not our land.

Well, you'll find out who owns it. Make them an offer.

Now then, can I help you?

Hello.

How do? You're them incomers, aren't you?

Martin Shepherd and my wife, Sue.

How do you do? Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.

You know what they say?

Greengrass by name, greengrass by nature.

Do they?

No, not really.

Do you happen to know who owns this piece of land at the back of our house?

Ah, you're talking to him. Oh, so you're our neighbour, Mr Greengrass.

That's wonderful.

I must be.

What makes you say that?

Well, there's no proper sanitation in the house, just the old privy outside.

I know, that's what it's like up here, you know. It's more hygienic.

We'd like to put modern plumbing in, run a drain to a septic tank.

It would have to fall away to about here.

So, you see, we'd like to buy a little piece of your land or rent the use of

Would you?

What are you, like, a businessman?

No, I'm a lecturer at the university.

Really?

Well, I'll be absolutely honest with you, I'm not that keen on sort of

it, you know, but having said that, if a price were right...

Eddie don't go peeping at nobody.

Are you sure?

Course I am.

I'm the only woman he fancies.

Are you getting married?

He forgot there's a place to live. But he's useless, he is.

Now, can I get on? I've got Mr Miller's house to settle.

Yeah, all right. I'll see you.

What did he want?

Questions about Eddie.

Eddie's no good to you, Brenda.

I've told you till I'm sick.

A thousand pounds

for a few square yards of land.

It does seem a little steep, Mr. Greengrass.

Oh, well, it's...

As I told you, I'm not honestly that bothered about getting rid of it.

It's nostalgic, really. I mean, that land's been in the Greengrass family for

hundreds of years.

Oh, it's made £1 ,000.

We spent all our savings buying the cottage.

I mean, the people who lived here before didn't mind going outside to go to the

toilet, did they?

Luxury don't come cheap, does it?

Cheers.

But he admits he was in Lapwing Lane last night.

Only to see his girl. And his girl's given him his marching orders because he

can't provide a home for her. Oh, he could say anything.

Well, he's not playing with a fool's deck, is he?

There's no real evidence, Sarge. All right, Rowan, let's leave it like that

now. I just hope you're right.

Well, you best get off home.

Right.

Right, Sarge.

Right. Night, then.

See you later.

Sarge.

Well, if you ask me, um...

Nick's lost Kate.

This bloke Eddie's lost his girlfriend.

So?

So he sympathises with him. He's not seeing things straight.

Well, if he's not seeing things straight, Bellamy, he's not the man to

watch on Lapwing Lane, though, is he?

So I'll leave that to you tonight.

Did you write me some kindling? Yes, I put it in the show for the rest of the

week. OK.

Have a word with that builder about the roof if you see him. All right. I'll be

back on Friday.

You'll be all right.

Bye -bye.

Drive carefully.

I will.

You've got to admit, there's not a lot of action in the country.

Compared to London, it's so slow.

It's good for you, Mum.

And as for the men, you'd not employ them to carry out dinners.

By the way, your Uncle Ted was asking about you.

Uncle Ted?

Ted Bennett.

The bookie?

He said to me, So, Nick's still up there in the back of Beyond.

Smart lad like him is a criminal waste.

Yeah, well, he's a good judge. He was criminal.

That's not nice.

Anyway, got knocked guilty, didn't he?

He was quite upset, you know, when you went in the police.

I'm not surprised.

When you were little, he used to give you bets to work out.

You had a real sharp brain, he used to say.

And now, look at you.

Stuck out here, where it's all fields and ferrets.

I like it here, Mum.

Kate loved it.

Oh, Nicky.

You know, in London there'd be more people to help you look after Katie.

Oh, your auntie.

I don't live in London, Mum. I live here.

But if you stay here, what'll you end up as, eh?

Sergeant, maybe, when you're 40.

If you were back in the Met, at least you'd have a career.

That Oscar Blaketon would help you get a transfer.

Oh, no, he wouldn't. He would if I asked him nicely.

Mum, leave off.

I run my life my own way.

Oh. And you'll run Katie's too, will you? Well, she won't thank you for it

she's a teenager.

This is a good place for her to grow up.

I've told you, we like it here.

Ah, but do they like you?

I've heard them talking about incomers.

That's what you'll always be.

The man who threatened us at the auction.

Oh, Eddie King.

I heard about that.

Really?

Oh, I thought it would take talk.

He was standing outside the cottage about an hour ago.

Just staring at the house.

Oh, sorry.

Nearly done now.

Few minor cuts, that's all.

Now, Mrs Shepherd saw Eddie King hanging around outside earlier.

Phil's on his way to you in the patrol car.

Is he there?

The Sarge? No, he's not here.

I think he's on his way to your house again.

Do you know something?

I can really talk to you, Ruby.

And that's important, is that?

I appreciate it.

Yes, it is important being able to talk to each other.

As well.

How do you mean, as well?

I mean there's more to life than just talking.

Sometimes you want... action.

Well, we get our fair share of that in the police force.

My word, we do.

Come on, Eddie. I've not done notes.

Don't give us our time.

Where are you taking me?

Down to Thyssen.

Oh, no, I don't want to go down there.

Look, come on, sunshine.

It's a wonderful sunset, Oscar.

Oh, aye.

Makes you feel all carried away and passionate.

It's volcanic dust, you know.

Dust in the atmosphere causes it.

Hello?

Yes, he's here.

You're wanted.

Oh, right.

Blayton? Oh.

Oh, I see.

Well, I'll be there.

Let him stew for a bit.

Ruby, I'll have to go.

Bit of excitement at the station.

Really?

Excitement? What, a lightbulb gone or something?

I've never done nothing.

You were at Moorfold Cottage this evening. You were seen. Only looking.

That's all I were doing, only looking.

But you admit you were there at Mrs Shepherd's house?

Into her house!

It were Auntie Mattie's house and it were promised to me.

And that's why you threw stones through the windows. Now, come on, Eddie, admit

it! I never threw no stone.

Just looking.

And that's all I were doing.

We're just running round in circles here.

Bellamy, lock him up!

Let's see if a night in the cells will make him a bit more cooperative.

He can't lock me up.

What about me cows?

I've got me cows to milk in the morning.

This shepherd could have been seriously injured tonight. If you'd brought

Minlado in earlier, this wouldn't have happened.

The police have got hold of your friend Eddie King.

What for?

Flinging stones through them incomers' windows.

Oh, no.

They've locked him up. Not before time, neighbour.

Poor Eddie.

Brenda,

the sooner you get that lad out of your head, the better.

He was only trying to get a home for me.

Well, I tell you what.

There's a home for you here.

You can live in.

Be my housekeeper.

Now, that's a fair offer, isn't it?

What's all this about Eddie King being arrested?

Yeah, he threw a couple of stones through the shepherd's windows.

When was this?

Yesterday evening, about half past six. You talking about Eddie?

He didn't do anything. He was in the pub about half past six last night.

Gina, I know you've got a soft spot for him.

No, it's right, Nick. He came in at quarter past six.

I noticed the time because it's unusual for him.

Yeah, he usually comes in later on, but last night he came in just after opening

and stayed a good hour past.

It's your own fault, lad.

You should have told us you were in the pub. And what time?

He hasn't got a watch, Mr Blayton.

In fact, I don't think he even knows how to tell the time, do you, Nettie?

I know where me cows need milking.

And who's seen to them this morning? That's what I want to know.

Bellamy, take him back to Grange Farm and the patrol car.

He'd better tell his boss where he's been.

All right, you two. We need signed statements from you both.

Ventress, deal with them.

Look, Al, last night Eddie was in my bar, I'll swear to that. And there's

dozen more people who'll tell you the same.

So he's still out there, then, this bloke that flung the stones.

You let them go, you barmy beggars.

He's got a cast -iron alibi.

Police round here couldn't catch a cold.

Eddie was in the pub when Mrs Shepherd's windows were smashed.

Give over.

He's never in the pub, early doers.

Well, he was last night.

Brenda, I just thought I'd let you know that Eddie's in the clear.

You needn't have bothered.

Any road I know all along, Eddie wouldn't do a thing like that.

Don't be stupid.

The man's a thug. He's subhuman. No, he's not.

Don't you say that, Frank Miller, and don't you call me stupid.

put on over a pound on the passport, like.

Well, don't sound so surprised.

I made sure it went properly.

That's all you do, Mrs Rowan.

You're going to be big and beautiful, aren't you?

A lot of good that I do around here.

The men are useless if you aren't me.

Thanks, Mum.

Little Katie's doing fine. All credit to you, Mum. Yeah, not a bad old stick,

Mama. Oh, less of the old stick, yeah.

Right.

What, Maggie?

How well do you know Brenda Booth?

Quite well.

Why? Well, she got enough of a temper on her to have smashed the shepherd's

windows.

I don't know.

Which means she could have.

I'm looking forward to having words with Mr Greengrass. He who labours under the

delusion that you and I are a couple of educated idiots.

Oh, excuse me.

Aren't you Brenda Booth?

I heard you do some cleaning and I was wondering if you could do a little for

us. My name's Sue Shepherd and this is... I know you are.

You've got the house me and Eddie were going to live in.

And I won't do no cleaning for you, thank you very much, Lady Muck.

Oh, well.

I wonder if it was such a good idea, buying a weekend cottage.

I think it was a brilliant idea.

Still? Still.

You get yourself on that train, girl. It'd be glad to see you. So will I come

that. Goodness knows what they did up here before telly was invented.

OK, dear. I'll see you later.

That's Kate's Aunt Eileen.

She's coming to visit.

That's fine by me.

That's what I told her. The more the merrier, I said.

She was talking about next week, but I said there's no time like the present.

So, she'll be here this evening.

You'll be sleeping on the camp bed.

I don't mind.

Well, you should mind.

Oh, Nicky, I wish I could persuade you to come back home with me.

I'd like to go lower than 1 ,000, but, I mean, it just wouldn't be fair. Fair to

whom? Whom?

I must be marvellous to be educated.

No, it wouldn't be fair to the, like, generations of greengrasses, you know,

farmed it and tended it and lived and died on it.

Mr Greengrass?

Yes, love?

I've spent the best part of this week searching through various deeds and

documents, some of them at the land registry.

And this land that you claim you own... I don't claim I own it. I do own it. I

bought it fair and square from Jack Meadows in 1955.

What happened to the generations of greengrasses?

And it's extremely doubtful that this Mr Meadows was in any position to sell you

the land.

Ah, well... Rather more likely that, in fact, the land at the time belonged to

the Commons of Aidensfield.

Now, look, listen... You listen, Mr Greengrass. To settle this matter one

another could prove very costly indeed.

Lawyers don't come cheap.

We don't have to muck about with lawyers.

And at the end of vast expense...

The land could be yours, or it could be anybody's.

Aidensfield Police.

Yeah. All right, all right, calm down, Mr Miller.

I'll be right with you.

I'm just sat here having a bite to eat.

I look up and there's Eddie King at the window.

Got a shag in his fist at me.

Next thing, they'm bashed in and the wind is in.

That's a solely flow, you see.

What can I speak, can I lie?

That could have been killed.

No, I don't think he can help himself.

The man wants put in a way somewhere.

Yeah, well, they'll look after him.

You going to pick him up?

All in good time, Mr Miller.

It really is my land. I bought it off Jack Meadows, a thieving swine.

Well, I'm more than willing to believe it's your land, Mr Greengrass.

Oh, yeah, that's very kind of you. Indeed I am. So is my husband.

Am I?

I've drawn up an agreement in which you, as owner of the land in question...

Yeah. ...grant us the right to lay a pipe and build a septic tank for a term

99 years at a fee payable to you of one pound a year.

A pound?

Have you been let out of somewhere?

Our only other course is to ask the courts to rule on the true ownership of

land. Now, hang on.

Mr. Greengrass, this agreement would be very useful to you.

It would show that you are accepted as the rightful owner of the land by your

nearest neighbour.

I know, but a pound, it's not much, is it?

Well, I'd like to up the price, but it wouldn't be fair.

She's an odd woman, your Mrs.

No, I assure you, she's just a simple...

Sit it, Weller.

He's standing about here.

Weller, I've told you what happened.

You want to go and get him?

Eddie's not going anywhere, Mr. Mellor.

What's that?

One of the stones used to smash a shepherd's windows.

Almost identical, wouldn't you say?

Aye.

Looks to be.

Well, this is where they came from.

Aye, well, he picked it up and threw it in my window.

I think the one used at the shepherd's place came from here as well.

There.

Which makes it a premeditated job.

Well, it does seem a bit odd, though, doesn't it?

Picking up stones from here, taking it all the way up to the shepherd's place.

Well, of course it's odd. The man's barmy.

His manager had to.

Yeah, but Eddie didn't do it, though.

He's got an alibi.

It is pals. They're lying.

They say anything.

They don't like me.

Whoever did do it used stones from your garden.

What do you get in that?

There's one way to find out who that person was.

Fingerprints. You're not lying, Eddie.

I can still feel Kate.

The house is full of her.

How's Nick coping?

Bottling it all up.

Keeping it all in here.

But that's what they do up here.

See all, hear all and say no.

Well, everyone deals with life the best way they can. Well, it's not my way.

Did you have a good journey?

Fine, thanks.

It's good to be here.

Now, you knew what time those windows were smashed in.

You said Eddie never went to the pub early doors, but you didn't bargain on

having an alibi, did you?

She wouldn't come to me.

I told her I could make her own for her.

Brenda.

I've a tidy bit of money.

Good house.

But she'd sooner have... sooner have the animal than me.

So you tried to get him out of the way?

I thought if he was put where he ought to be, she might have me.

You know what it's like, lad.

You know what it is to want a woman.

I'll tell him.

Well, he'd make the lot, even that wing lane.

Dirty old devil.

Trying to get an innocent man put away.

Well, I suppose he was lonely.

Longing for a woman in his life.

A decent man, Rowan, keeps his longings under control.

Oh, your mother's been on the phone, Nick.

Kate's aunt has just arrived.

There's a job going at Lord Ashfordly. I've just heard.

I've got a job here.

Look, there's a cottage goes with this one.

I'll go up there tonight.

There's only one thing.

What?

It's pigs, not cows.

Oh.

It's still a cottage, though, isn't it?

That's what I thought.

Hello, Nick.

Your baby's beautiful.

Yeah, isn't she?

Hello, Eileen.

Good journey.

Fine.

Mum, what are you doing?

I'm going back to London.

How long have you been planning this?

I haven't.

Only came into me head when Eileen found out and said she'd like to come and

visit. You're not going on account of me, I hope.

No, I'm going on account of me.

I can't stay here forever, Nicky, looking after you and Katie.

And now you've got Eileen.

I've got to sort my own life out yet.

Do you understand?

I thought you liked it up here.

Well, it's a good place to be, if you've got somebody.

But there isn't anybody here for me.

And it's the same for Nicky now, only you can't see it.

I've got Katie.

That's not what I meant, Nicky. And you know it.

We love having you here, Mum.

And I love being with you.

But I have to be more than your mum and Katie's grandma.

I'm not past it yet, you know.

I never thought you were.

So, I'm going back to London. And if you won't see sense and come with me, well,

Eileen's here now.

So, you'll be all right.

Mum, I can't ask Eileen.

It's all right, Nick, really.

I'd gladly stay for a while.

See?

Well, you'd best give me the return half of your train ticket then, hadn't you?

No good letting it get wasted.

Oh, there's my taxi.

You know where I am, Nicky. There's always room for you and Katie.

Yeah, I know, Mum.

And thanks for bailing us out.

And you can tell that old plank, Oscar Blaketon, to order a post -mortem on

himself, cos he's dead from the neck down.

Yeah, all right, Mum.

Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love chip stay in my memory?