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

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

Alfred! Alfred!

Alfred! Come in.

Come in.

Sorry about that.

Oh, it's all right.

He's lovely, isn't he, boy? I'm sorry, but he's messed up Europe.

Oh, there's nothing to mess up.

Yeah, any road.

He's going to need a right good digging and all.

Oh.

It's a bit of compost is what you need to help prepare the soil, like.

That's really nice of you, but I can't afford it. Oh, no, no, no.

I'll make my own.

I could lend you some tools as well.

That's really kind of you.

Thank you.

I'm Amy, by the way.

I'm David.

I used to live round here, but me and my parents moved down south when I was a

teenager.

Nice to be back.

So, just moved in, have you?

Yeah.

It's just that I thought that these cottages were empty.

I thought they belonged to Mr Lawson, like. They do.

Amy's his niece.

He's letting us stay here for a while.

Anyway, we've got to get on.

Oh, right.

Well, I'll drop the compost off later then. Thanks.

Come on.

Why did you have to be so rude?

No why.

The last thing we want is locals sniffing about.

David, I want you to drive me down to Ashfordly this afternoon.

I'm an old business associate I want to see.

Oh, I can't, Mr Vernon.

Well, not until I've taken Miss Amy's compost and that, anyhow.

Miss Amy? Who's she?

She's Mr Lawson's niece.

She's pregnant.

Lawson? You mean Jeff Lawson? He used to have the paper factory.

Yeah, he's got them cottages up by Oddy's Field and that's where Miss Amy's

staying.

And, er, Mr... Amy.

Mr Amy.

I don't know his name.

Never mind, David. You drop the stuff off and then drive me down to Ashfordly.

Oscar. Yeah. Those cottages up at Oddy's Field, they're derelict, aren't they?

Yeah, they certainly are. Jeff Lawson's planning to develop them into holiday

homes. I wish he'd get a move on. They're an eyesore.

Why? I was just wondering why he'd let his niece live there, especially if

pregnant.

Niece?

He doesn't have a niece.

That's a lot.

That's the last one. Good.

You all right?

Hello, Mr Lawson.

PC Mike Bradley, Ashfordly Police.

What are you playing at? First one nosy local, now another.

They're just being kind.

I've done, so I'll be off now.

Thank you, David.

Make these yourselves, then?

Yeah. Steve's the one with all the talent.

He's hoping to sell some.

Really? Well, there's a Brigham Buy sale at the Village Hall tomorrow. Maybe you

can sell some there.

David, I wouldn't go raising their hops.

I think you'll find that most people around here don't appreciate the more

aesthetic things in life.

Well, maybe we could give it a try anyway.

I could fork all that compost in for you, if you like.

Or he could, if he didn't have a prior engagement.

You've done more than enough.

We're very grateful.

Come on, David.

Whitby awaits.

I thought you were going to Ashfordly.

Yes, well, I've changed my mind.

I thought we might do a little bit of window shopping.

Perhaps browse some of the craft shops.

See you.

See you.

John?

I thought we were staying at home together, not bringing the commune with

I didn't know they were coming.

I don't even recognise half of them.

They must have got wind of it from somewhere.

What are we going to do?

There's not a lot we can do, is there?

It's not our property, so we can't turn them away.

Anyway, we'd be as bad as Lawson if we did.

You'd better get a move on with those locks.

We've had people sniffing around already.

Anyway, I rang Lawson and he hadn't got a need. Plus, he's not given anyone

permission to stay in those cottages.

I see.

Looks like we've got squatters on our hands, Sarge.

Yeah, certainly does.

Lawson's on his way over here now. I thought we'd accompany him.

Good work, Bradley.

That's the tenth craft shop we've visited.

I know, my feet are killing me.

And what have we seen in them, David?

Lots of locally produced pots that the tourists will happily pay a fortune for.

Well, you told that Mr. Steve that his pots probably wouldn't sell.

That's right.

Well, now you're saying they will.

That's right, David.

Got it in one.

A man lives at the corner of the street.

And his neighbours think he's helpful and he's sweet.

They've all got new locks.

I thought you said they'd just taken one of them. They had.

Can I help you? Yes, you blooming well can. You can open this door right now.

And who are you?

The owner.

Not anymore, you're not.

This is ridiculous.

I want these trespassers removed right now.

Were these cottages securely locked when you last left them?

What's that got to do with it? Well, quite a lot, actually. Were they?

Well, no. I mean, there wasn't much to lock, was there?

They're derelict.

The doors were hanging off. We just walked straight in. There you are. He's

admitted it. They're trespassing. Well, strictly speaking, Mr. Lawson, if they

didn't use force to gain entry, then they've committed no crime.

You what?

I never heard such a load of rubbish.

Well, if you won't get them out, I will.

Oh, Mr. Lawson, I can't let you do that.

You just watch me. Well, if you do, I'll have to arrest you for forcible entry.

That's my conscience!

We are well aware of that, but there are procedures to follow.

The procedure is they're leaving.

I suggest if you apply to the civil court for a possession order, then you

have these people evicted. And how long's that going to take?

See you later.

Bye. I told you it was worth coming.

What?

I wanted it to be just the two of us. And what will you want next?

For me to get a proper job and for us to move into a nice little semi?

No, I just...

I wish we'd never done this in the first place.

You're the one with the idea about the cottages.

Yeah, I wasn't the one who suggested squatting, though.

You just don't understand this, do you?

People like Lawson are just out to make a big fat profit. Look, I don't want to

talk about it any more.

I'll get you another drink.

Pie, please.

You're Fred and Ada's daughter, aren't you?

Yeah, that's right.

Aye, I thought I recognised you.

So you're not Jeff Lawson's niece, then?

Well, I think it's a crime that Lawson's going to use them cottages as a holiday

home, especially when there's people crying out for decent housing. Did I say

anything? No, but you were going to.

Listen, when the war ended... Oh, here we go.

When the war ended and we all came home, us ex -servicemen were treated like

heroes.

Once the clapping and the cheering stopped, it was back to reality.

Out of work, families to support, and plenty of people with nowhere to live.

Did they get any help?

So what happened?

They helped themselves, hundreds of them, all across the country. They moved

into the empty service camps, they took over the Nithin Hoots. You're joking.

Now, I don't approve of lying, but I'm not altogether unsympathetic with the

principle of what you're doing.

Well, who'd have thought, eh?

Oscar Blake's in the squatter's room.

Do you want the same again?

Please.

Ah.

Mr... Steve.

Steve.

How's the pottery coming along?

Great. Why? I was thinking I might be able to lend you a helping hand.

An act of neighbourliness, so to speak. I may be able to find an outlet for your

pot. Really?

And what's in it for you?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Well, maybe a small percentage just to cover overheads and costs. Sounds like

capitalism to me.

Anyway, I've already got a stall booked at the bring -and -buy sale, so thanks,

but no thanks.

Hiya.

Hiya.

These are lovely.

They are, aren't they?

You must be Steve.

Patricia, the doctor, stood me on the natal check.

And I've told her to take it easy, so I hope you're keeping an eye on her. She's

old enough to look after herself, don't you think?

Hey, come on, Marion.

You're not buying no topping.

This was one of them Lyfrid and Leibhaus what broke into Lawson's cottages.

And so are the rest of them.

We didn't actually break in. They were empty.

So what?

If he wants to keep them empty, he can do it. It's his property.

All property is theft.

Hey. Now, you don't go calling him a thief.

Whatever he's owned, he's worked for.

Unlike you lot. And all we're doing is redistributing his wealth. You're taking

some of the tink yours, you mean. Now, why don't you go back down south and

yourself a job?

Try doing a decent day's work for a change. Come on, now, break it up. I'll

to charge you with... You've made your point, sir.

Just stand back. We're all here to enjoy ourselves, not start flipping World War

III. Hippies.

Make me sick.

Just our luck being stuck in here with paperwork.

Our Phil's off skiving somewhere.

Yeah, but then again, he does have... Oh, cheers, Al. He does have Tom under

feet. That's true.

Bradley, I've just had an urgent phone call from Mr Lawson.

I was saying we were doing all right, so we came along.

Yeah, well, it might have helped that you hadn't stood there looking guilty.

You could have at least spoken up for yourself, like Laura did.

Oh, you seem to have lost all your customers.

There's other places.

Trouble is, in an area as small as this, your reputation, albeit false, may well

precede you.

However, my contacts range far and wide.

What sort of a percentage were you thinking of?

They must have got wind of the fact that I'm applying for possession orders.

They've done it to spite me.

Sarge, why don't they want to ruin the place they're living in?

Well, maybe Lawson's right.

Probably they knew they weren't going to be here much longer. So why not do that

when they're leaving?

Well, perhaps they're planning to, Bradley. But they won't get far.

Right, Mr Lawson, leave this to me.

I'm arresting you all on suspicion of malicious damage. Arrest us for what?

Sarge, how are we going to get this lot out of the station?

How do you think, Bradley?

Drive them.

Drive them? Arrest us for what?

Right, you lot, come on, back in the van. Back in the van. What have we done?

Back in the van.

What have we done? We haven't done anything.

Here's a kettle on Elf. No time for that, Phil. Nice to meet you.

Right,

get this right into the cells, process them and get them out of here as soon as

possible.

I don't know, there's something about it that doesn't ring true to me.

They smash the place up, disappear for a while, and then come home again.

What does Craddock think?

Well, I think he's letting his sympathy for Lawson cloud his judgement.

He's sure it's them.

What about you?

Who do you think it might be?

Lawson himself.

Maybe he just wants them out of the way so he can get his cottages back.

Well, if that's the case, he'll be turning up there again.

Quite soon.

Where are you two going?

Look, I've just got to sort something out. But we've got that rebel out there

process. Well,

Tom will help you.

What are you talking about?

Thanks for putting this our way, Mr Lawson.

Just so long as you and your mates can keep your mouth shut. Of course we can.

Can't we, lad?

Right, then. So you want the window panes reflation.

What about the floorboards?

How badly damaged were they?

Oh, it won't take a minute to bang them back in.

But don't forget to change the locks first.

Give them a taste of their own medicine, eh?

I'm afraid we can't let you do that, Mr Lawson.

Telling you I didn't wreck the cottages.

I was just there to put right the damage they'd caused.

I wasn't aware the locks had been damaged.

Yet you were going to change them all.

I hope you're not suggesting that PC Bradley and PC Bellamy were lying about

what they overheard.

Because if so, I think I know who a judge is likely to side with.

All right, you win.

So do the squatters, by the looks of things.

You disappoint me, Mr Lawson.

A man in your position, deliberately committing a criminal act? I know, I

I was just desperate, that's all.

Look, I do understand your predicament, but there are the proper procedures.

Well, are you going to charge me or what?

No, I don't think that'll be necessary.

Strictly speaking, after all, you were damaging your own property.

So I'll let you off with a caution this time.

And this time only.

Your blood pressure's slightly higher than it should be. It's not enough to

worry about, but you've got to make sure you get enough rest.

Come on.

Can't you get your boyfriend to do some of this planting?

As an artist, he needs to concentrate on his work. He needs to concentrate on

you and the baby as well.

You're looking forward to being a dad, is he?

He don't talk about it much.

Still, men are like that, aren't they?

So, where shall we take them to then, Mr Vernon?

First rule of business, David, is to cut out the middleman.

Why let the shops have all the profit?

We'll sell them ourselves.

What? Twice as much as Mr Steve was asking.

You don't understand finance, do you, David?

You see, Steve told us what he wanted, and that's what he'll get, fair and

square. The rest is profit for me, to cover business expenses and such like.

What expenses?

Well, it's petrol money for a start.

Well, I pay for that. All right, my time and effort.

What about mine?

All right, our time and effort.

Plus our electricity bill.

Oh, yes.

Hi. Hi, Amy, and remember what I said.

Hello.

Listen, how do you fancy showing me the highlights of Asperley sometime?

I just thought it'd be nice to get to know the place.

I thought Alf was your best bet. He's lived here much longer than I have.

I prefer something a little more decorative to look at over dinner.

Oh, and I prefer something a little older.

But thanks anyway.

I thought you were going to do some of the planting today.

You'll be happy enough to eat what I grow though, won't you?

Where's Steve?

Listen, I was wondering, I don't suppose you fancy showing me the highlights of

Asperley sometime?

I thought it'd be nice to get to know the place.

That'd take all the ten minutes.

Is that a yes or a no?

What, you seriously want me to give you the guided tour?

Not exactly, no.

I was thinking more of a meal.

Go on, then.

I can't remember the last time I went out for dinner.

But it's just dinner, OK?

Yeah, OK.

Mr Vernon, can you lend us a hand?

Can I help you?

Yeah, you can stop selling on our pitch.

I wasn't aware that anybody owned this particular square foot of pavement. No.

But we own the craft shops round here, and you're taking our customers.

Well, surely you could sympathise with a fellow entrepreneur.

What?

On second thought, perhaps we could come to some arrangement.

Oh, God, yeah.

I'm carrying you on track. It doesn't mean anything to me. You're supposed to

have it, not me, so don't start hanging that over my head. But I love you. That

doesn't mean you own me. Look, I'm free to do what I want, just like you are. I

don't get heavy with you. No, because I don't do things like that.

Stop hassling me, will you?

Guess what?

I asked Gina Ward out on a date.

And she said yes.

Well, she must be desperate.

You're just cheesed off because you didn't think of it first.

But why don't you get on with your paperwork?

Catch up on the time you lost.

Just had a phone call from Lawson. He's finally got his possession order.

He and the bailiff are going over there now, and I think we ought to have a

police presence in case things turn nasty.

Right, Sarge.

Come on, Phil.

By the way, Ventrose, I think we'll find that 19 Down is graft.

An unfamiliar concept to you, evidently.

Shopkeepers? You'd think they'd be in favour of a bit of free enterprise.

Well, at least they bought the pots.

Yeah, but I had to reduce my prices.

Still, that's three outlets we've got. And if they sell well, well, they'll

more. And then we'll get more outlets.

Do you know, David, it's not such a bad old world after all.

Hey, everyone.

Listen up.

John spotted Lawson on his way over here.

And it looks like he might have a bailiff with him. Right.

Let's get everyone together. We all know what to do.

Could I speak to Stephen Tranter and Amy Watkins, please?

Don't worry.

They don't live here anymore.

They're next door.

And you are?

Laura Maidstone.

And you live at number three?

No. I live here now.

See you later.

What are you doing?

Why didn't you serve the summons? I'm afraid I can't. It has to be served on

named document at that address.

And they don't live at those addresses.

Can't you see what they've done? They must have known you were coming and

swapped houses.

Just calm down, sir. The law's the law.

You'll have to apply for more possession orders with their new addresses on. And

have them swap houses again. The whole thing's a farce. Better luck next time.

You won't get away with this.

This isn't going to do you any good. I'll have you yet. Come on.

Someone's broken in.

It's urgent.

Go and check.

Please.

Baby, are you going to be all right? I've not lost much blood, but we'll get

to hospital. They can take a look at you.

It may be a placenta praevia. Can you radio through to them now?

There were three of them, but it was dark, and they were all wearing

We managed to pull one of them off, and I started flashing my camera at them,

just to scare them off, really.

So you may have a photograph of this man's face?

It was all a bit roughed, I doubt it.

More likely to be elbows than feet, the way I was waving it around.

Stella, if we could have the roll of film anyway, please. It'll be returned

you in due course. Sure.

Have any of you touched this spanner?

No.

With any luck, we should be able to get some prints off it then, though probably

not the main perpetrators. Meaning?

Lawson wasn't very happy that the squatters fooled him today over the

orders. In fact, he was quite threatening.

I see.

We should have charged him when we had a chance, eh, Sarge?

What have I got to say? You drag me out of bed in the middle of the night, scare

my family half to death.

Well, I'm sorry if we've inconvenienced you.

But I should think that Stephen Tranter and Amy Watkins felt much the same when

they were being disturbed.

And more scared.

She might lose the baby. And I'm sorry to hear that, but as I've said before,

it's got nothing to do with me.

You made verbal threats.

That doesn't mean I was going to do anything. I was angry, that's all. Like

were when you ripped up the floorboards and smashed the window?

No.

Look, it won't take as long to track down your hired help. And when we do,

they'll point the finger straight at you.

Well, you'd better track them down then, hadn't you?

But until you do, you've got no right to hold me here.

So if you don't mind, I'd like to go home and get some sleep.

Nothing.

And a bloke without the balaclava on has got his hand over his face.

But we're never going to be able to pin anything on Lawson until we can track

these thugs down.

What about those blokes we saw him with at the cottages?

Bob Hardcastle and his mates.

He was the one causing all the trouble that they're bringing by, sir.

Yeah, he was really laying into those squatters.

Well, we might have a link there.

Better find this Hardcastle. At lunchtime, he'll be at the Aidensfield

his cronies.

Right, take good with you and see what he was up to last night. I'm going to

return these to Laura. What about me?

Well, someone's got to stay on the duty desk. That's not fair.

Yeah, but they know Hardcastle, and we need to tread carefully on this one.

And not act like a bull in a china shop.

Hey.

Your time will come.

Thanks, anyway.

I'm sorry there weren't more youth.

That can't be helped.

Are they leaving?

Yeah, they're off tomorrow.

I might move on myself, actually.

The heart's kind of gone out of it.

Well, it's our thing, doesn't it? Something like that.

Yeah, I suppose it does.

I hope you manage to get Lawson.

People like that shouldn't be allowed to get away with it.

Yeah.

Been in a fight, have you? No. I fell over and had too much to drink last

Oh, aye.

Drinking last night? No.

You must be flush.

Yeah, well, Mr Lawson paid me, didn't he?

You know, when he took me on for the work for the cottages.

Lawson doesn't strike me as the sort of bloke that would fork out money for a

job that didn't get done.

Of course, if it was a job that did get done.

Oh, aye. Then he'd be very generous.

Do you hear what happened at the cottages last night?

Yeah? They say the lad's in a bad way.

Critical.

We could be after them for murder instead of GPH.

Yeah, I mean... Well, that wouldn't be fair, though, would it? I mean... Well,

he should be just the one that hit him. That's right.

But we've only got one suspect.

And if his fingerprints turn out to be the ones we found on the spanner...

we'd better carry on this chat.

Down at the station.

Now, you've heard what they said. You've got to rest, and that means bed rest.

Oh, Calla, there's so much to do. Well, let the others do it for a change.

Exactly. I'm going to give them strict instructions to make sure you're looked

after. And you're sure the baby's going to be all right?

It's fine.

You were lucky this time.

So was your boyfriend considering. He must have a hard school to get away with

concussion after a blow like that.

Yeah, he must be dead relieved.

He only brought it on himself.

I was never happy about squatting in the first place, but we had nowhere else to

go.

Still, maybe this has taught him a lesson.

You see, Mr Farrell, the clay has to be exactly the right texture.

And to ensure that, I add crushed angels.

works every time. They're selling very well. In fact, I'd like to double my

order. Excellent.

Mr Vernon?

Not now, David. There's a sign in the window. David, just wait outside, will

you? Thank you, lad.

We were told to break into their cottage.

Smash things up a bit. You know, put the wind up them.

But you did a bit more than that, didn't you, Mr Hardcastle? It wasn't our

fault. That lad came downstairs.

Steve Tranter?

Aye. And he threw himself at us like... I mean, it was self -defence in a way.

In Trant's case, maybe.

Carry on.

Well, then, all of a sudden, a load more of them came bursting in and they set

about us.

They were like animals, they were. I mean, I thought hippies were supposed to

believe in peace and all that.

So you decided to give as good as you got?

Well, it wasn't me.

It wasn't me!

I think I... It was Joe.

One of the other blokes.

He was the one that hit him. And these instructions, who gave them to you

exactly? I don't know.

It was all done over the phone, anonymous -like.

Twenty quid in the ginnel behind the post office, and another twenty quid on

completion.

Not that any of us saw out of that mind.

My heart bleeds for you.

Perhaps you should contact your union.

And you're trying to tell us you didn't even recognise this person's voice?

No. We've a pretty fair idea who it is anyway, Mr Hardcastle.

You were doing yourself no favours by trying to protect him.

Well, whatever ideas you've got, you're barking up the wrong tree.

Word to man's voice, it were a woman's.

Sir,

were we right? You were.

We've got all the names and addresses of the others.

Sarge wants us to bring him in for questioning.

What about Lawson?

Well, it seems he's off the hook.

You're joking.

No, apparently whoever's behind this is female.

Didn't give a name and they've never met, so it's a bit of a dead end.

Come on, Phil, let's bring these others in.

How come they always get to go out? I don't want to hear.

Afternoon. Steve around?

Well, haven't you heard?

He got beaten up. He's in hospital.

That's terrible.

Did he say anything about a load of pots?

No. Sorry.

Everything happens to me.

All right.

Mmm, lovely.

One of my favourite foods, Corrie. I can live on it.

Really?

They don't ever tell you.

You look just like Lulu.

No. It's true.

You've got gorgeous eyes.

Anyway, I was glad to hear those men had been arrested.

I can't believe Bob was one of them, though.

It was me that took them off, you know.

They get to do the exciting bit while I'm left manning the duty desk.

Oh, well, never mind.

It's the result that counts, isn't it?

Anyway, they were lucky he just had concussion.

He should be out soon.

His girlfriend will be pleased, then.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

How do you mean?

Oh, nothing.

I think they must have had a bit of a fallout, that's all.

Oh, yeah.

Excuse me. Can I have another glass of water, please?

Phil.

What's Frank doing after this, then?

Go home to bed.

It's been a long day.

Well, one can't boot the muse just to order, you know.

One has to.

One has to wait for her call, so to speak.

No, I'm not saying there's a problem.

I can probably manage it by the end of the week.

Right.

Bye.

That was Mr Farrell.

Some people have no respect for the arts.

They think you can just churn it out to order, just like that.

What are we going to do?

Well, you could tell him the truth.

That's no good.

We're going to have to be a lot more resourceful than that.

When I think of that potter's wheel sitting there doing nothing, it...

What?

Do you know, David?

I've always admired your spirit of adventure.

Your willingness to try new things.

Go and get dressed.

The muse calls.

I don't understand why you're asking me all these questions.

Just trying to get to the truth, Miss Watkins.

Had you and your boyfriend been rowing on the day of the break?

Yeah, but I don't think... What about?

It's none of your business.

I can't even bear with Laurie Maithstone, if you must know.

So?

Decided to get your own back.

What are you getting at? You rang Bob Hardcastle, who you'd already met at the

village hall. Of course I didn't. He'd be only too happy to get his own back on

a load of squatters. You asked him to come and break in here.

Will you go now, please?

Steve, you wanted your revenge on, wasn't it?

What did you do, pretend you were scared and ask him to come downstairs and

check who was there? No, I mean, yeah, I asked him to. Knowing he'd be beaten up

and that you'd get away with it. That's not true. What you didn't reckon on was

not stop catching the blokes you'd hired.

What on earth do you think you're doing?

You take it upon yourself to go over there and interrogate... I was just...

Interrogate a woman who is not a suspect, who is heavily pregnant and has

come out of hospital.

From now on, you do not set foot outside here without consulting me. Is that

understood? I was just... Is that understood?

If that's...

I was just

following a lead.

I thought that's what police work was all about.

You should have talked to us first.

Oh, yeah?

And then watch while you lot hotfoot it off and grab all the glory?

Well, there's not much glory to be grabbed. How do you know?

Because the woman we're looking for has a southern accent.

Not a local one.

Come on, David, it can't be that difficult.

What are you doing?

Oh, I said pop.

Come on, David.

Can you help me?

What?

The walls are broken.

David. Quick, get to the phone box. Phone the doctor. Quick.

I think the baby's coming.

Oh, no. Stop now. Stop now. We can't.

Dr. Sotheby?

It's David.

There isn't going to be time to get you to hospital, Amy. You're going to have

to give birth here. Are you okay with that?

Yeah, right. Well, I'll...

Leave you to it, then. Oh, no, you don't. I'm going to need you here. Get

warm water, towels and soap.

Am I disturbing you?

No, come on in, Oscar. I might just prepare you some lunch. Oh, yes, and a

coffee.

Listen, I want you to listen to this.

A group of homeless people who took over some derelict cottages on the North

York moors are shown here being set upon by thugs wielding iron bars.

Well, it certainly provided a talking point in the pub this morning, I can

you.

This is one of Laura's photographs.

Yeah, well, she's probably sent it to the press to publicise their cause.

Hmm.

Maybe.

David. Is Amy all right?

I'm fine.

Come up, David.

What are you going to call him?

I was thinking of Vernon, actually.

Oh.

Except he's a girl.

You might have noticed, Vernon, if you hadn't had your eye screwed shut.

Hello. Could I speak to the editor, please?

Thank you.

Steve, good to see you.

Listen, I've got an order for lots more of your pots. So when can you get

started on them? Sorry, I'm not interested, man.

What? I've had it with the rural thing.

I'm going back to London.

But you can't! Not now they're beginning to sell.

Oh, there's some more news.

So, Miss Amy's had a little girl.

Haven't you heard?

Yeah.

How are they?

Why don't you go up and see for yourself?

Or is that too much to ask?

Is Laura here?

No, she left this morning with the others.

Any idea where she's headed?

I think she got a lift to the station.

Aren't you going to say something?

She's... very nice.

Listen, I'm... going to go back to London.

When you're up to it, you and the baby can come and join me.

If you want.

I would have once.

I'd have followed you anywhere.

You know what?

I couldn't care less about you now.

It feels great.

It's like only realising you're ill once you've got better.

I'm staying here.

I'll bring the baby up on my own.

If you're sure that's what you want.

Just go.

Christine?

It's Christine Collins, isn't it?

Journalist.

Mr. Walters?

What can I do for you?

Well, it's this pot.

I can see it's a pot.

Well, this is one of Mr. Steve's pots. Mr. Vernon wants me to find some more

pots like Mr. Steve's pots, but... But, um, look, because I can't, you know,

make pots.

Well, I mean, not like Mr Steve can.

Well, David, it happened you could just be in luck.

You were just posing as a squatter, weren't you?

So? There's no law against that.

No, but hiring thugs to get some photos to get a front -page spread is.

Incitement, I think it's called.

If you could prove it, maybe.

The trouble is, the voice over the telephone isn't much to go on, is it?

Doesn't it bother you that people have been hurt and someone's facing charges

actual bodily harm?

Not my fault if one of the yokels got a bit carried away.

Was there anything else?

Yes, there's a message from your editor.

He's looking forward to seeing you when you get back.

I don't think he was too pleased that you engineered the story. Something

breaching journalistic ethics.

I think you'll be looking for a new job when you get home, don't you?

We'll have them with you this afternoon, I promise.

Right. Bye.

It's all your fault.

One pot's like another indeed.

We've scoured the whole of the area and what have we found?

These.

Well, I hope they're better than your last effort.

Oh, not bad.

I got them from the cell room.

How much?

Six pence each?

Are you all right, then?

They're just for the ticket, David.

Well, it just goes to show you can't believe everything you read in the

I don't know. I don't think all journalists are as bad as that. Well,

hope she does get the sack.

It's Amy that worries me, though.

Why? The baby and her are all right, aren't they? Yeah, they're fine.

But what's going to happen once Lawson gets his possession order?

And where's she going to go?

Talking devil.

Whiskey, please, Oscar.

And your own.

Oh, thanks. I'll have a small one with you.

Well, you certainly look more cheerful than the last time I saw you.

Wouldn't have anything to do with little birdies having flown the nest, would

it? It might be.

I don't know who was behind that break -in, but whoever it was, they've done me

a favour. Well, I think it was the squatters that did you a favour. Those

cottages look better now than they've done in ages.

Point taken.

I did let them hang about far too long.

Still, I'm about to remedy that.

That is, providing the council smiles favourably on my application to turn

into holiday homes.

I thought there might be a reason behind this. You're not trying to bribe me,

are you?

Not in front of a police officer?

Of course not.

Although I might be able to put a word in for you.

In return for a small favour.

And what might that be?

Wouldn't it be nice if at least one of the cottages went to a local?

And I'm sure you wouldn't want to be responsible for turning a mother and her

baby out into the streets.

All right.

I'll get her a rent book.

Maybe it was no bad thing that Steve left.

That's 90 % clear profit.

Oi!

What do you think you're playing at?

I'm sorry.