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R .B. Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

R .B. Why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

So we're there.

Sorry, David. Did I wake you?

Michael, you'll miss the bus. You should have done that last night.

Mum, can we have our holiday money on skin? You'll get your pocket money at

end of the week, as usual. Dad, they give us some of these, don't you? Yeah,

well, he ain't here, is he?

Now, I've got your granddad to pick up in 15 minutes. Well, move it. Well, can

we get to London? We don't. Oh, you've had a stroke, have you? Well, I might

have. Don't think so.

Never done a stroke in your life.

Shut it, clever dick.

What is that? For pity's sake, now move it.

Don't you feel a bit stupid going on in your pyjamas?

No, I've got my clothes in the car.

I'll get changed and leave my pyjamas here ready.

Ready for what?

For another night when I can't settle.

Right, come on.

You could, of course, change your mind and move into my place.

No. No, I can't.

Why not?

Well, I went for one Alfred wouldn't like it.

Do you know, that's just the sort of gormless repartee I'm missing before I

to bed.

Anyway, I'm not moving.

Wait, apart from anything else, you...

Well, you're different when you're in that new place.

How do you mean?

Spouting old posh.

Spouting old posh? Yeah, you know, like talking la -di -da. Are you referring to

my diction?

Oh, I don't know.

What you must realise, David, is that people in my position have standards to

maintain.

It's no good being king of one's castle and talking like the footman.

Or the driver.

No.

You're not just a driver.

You're my personal chauffeur.

Well, I don't want to be a chauffeur.

I want to be a taxi driver like before.

Hello, Linda.

Oh, hello, Doctor. What are you doing here?

I brought Mal's father in for his physiotherapy.

All right.

How's he going?

Oh, improving slowly.

I'm afraid that's off in the way, Miss Strokes.

You look preoccupied.

I thought that something had happened.

No, just the usual ups and downs.

Actually, I wanted to talk to you about your medication.

It's nothing to worry about. It's just a review, really.

Would you call into the surgery later on today?

Later? Yes, all right. Make a time with Jenny?

Yeah, right.

Yes, sir.

What are you doing here?

Well, that's a nice, warm welcome, sister dear. Oh, forget the plan. Just

me why you're here.

I was in the area and it seemed rude not to drop in.

Well, you shouldn't have bothered.

Because wherever you go, trouble's not that far behind.

Chrissie, don't be like that.

Then just tell me what you want.

Food, money and a bed for the night.

Well, you did ask.

Here you are, then.

I hope nobody important sees me arriving like this. I think I've gone bust.

What's this?

It's all I've got.

It's enough to get you home.

Yeah, on a fast tractor losing my legs.

These blokes don't fool around, Christine.

You should have thought of that before you gambled what you haven't got.

Hello, Mr Scripps. How are you today?

Very well, Christine. Thank you. Your usual and the lunchtime menu?

Thank you.

Is your chauffeur going to wait outside in the car?

No, no. He's off on other business.

He runs a small taxi firm in his spare time.

And I hate to discourage enterprise.

So we've left the Bentley at home today.

I see.

I just thought I'd have some sandwiches sent out to him. Oh, that's very kind of

you. Do you know, if I could persuade him to stop, I would.

And then he'd be in here with me having a slap -up meal in the restaurant.

He's not just a chauffeur.

He's more like a son, really.

I want to come to the fleet for a cranking week.

You ain't got any money?

We've thought of something.

Where'd you get them?

We bunked our school and chopped them. You sell them to Cluffy, we'll split the

money. Why don't you sell them yourself?

He hates us.

Look, we've got a load.

Seven of six?

That's Mr Cluffy.

Here we all are, sitting in a rainbow.

We'll keep you a moment, Mr Torquay.

Thank you.

Seven six.

We'll keep it here, then.

Half a crown each.

Listen up, brains.

Here's a tonne of... Don't spend it all at once.

The Northmore Spout.

Now you can see why I'm so happy to live up here.

Sure.

I'm happy that you're happy, see.

But you left a lot of friends behind.

I'm making you one.

So I noticed.

That Mr. Scripps seems very taken.

How did he get his bra?

Windfall, I gather.

I know he's not about to share it all with me.

Don't be so sure I saw a definite twinkle.

What's that play?

From old ruins.

That'll be lived in for years.

Do you mean what?

Thank you.

Has Linda Rollins made an appointment yet?

No. Now, why doesn't that surprise me?

Does her husband spend much time at home now? Oh, less and less, I hear.

The money he earns must be some compensation, I suppose.

Um, I'll just be a moment.

It's Dennis. He rang earlier to ask me up for a drink.

Good. Is it?

Absolutely.

By the time the pair of you made up, he's been in the doghouse long enough,

don't you think?

I assume my assistant must have sold a lot.

When she said she hadn't, a penny dropped.

How much did you give him?

Seven and six.

To buy my own six -pack.

Stood there as if butter wouldn't melt.

You found the sticks?

Yeah. Where?

In a pram, in the bushes.

And you didn't think they could belong to somebody?

Michael.

No. The shop owner thinks they were taken from his yard.

Then it couldn't have been Michael. He was at school.

But Barry wasn't.

What?

Barry?

Comfortable Crane says you weren't at school.

Why not?

They gave me the day off.

What for?

Good behaviour.

Don't talk rubbish.

Barry, did you take the sticks from the yard?

What sticks?

Did your brother give you them to sell?

I just said, I found them.

Look, you might sleep better if you didn't eat here so often.

Really? My mother says too much rich food isn't good for you.

Does she now?

She almost choked to death once on an Eccles cake.

That's how you got the money to go to their pictures.

Get out of my sight!

Go on, both of you!

When your dad gets home, you're for it!

Cheers.

I had a call from the travel agent this morning.

What?

She says she can only hold the reservations for another couple of days.

But I thought you cancelled it.

Well, I tried to, but she wouldn't hear of it. She said if I wasn't going on

honeymoon with you, then she'd go with me instead.

And what did you say?

I said thanks, but I'll stick with plan A, even if plan A isn't exactly stuck on

me.

All right, Oscar?

Oh, yeah, not so bad, thanks.

Uh, pound, please.

So it's, uh, back on again, is it, with Sergeant Jenny? Yeah, well, it looks

like it.

They've been canoodling over there ever since they came in.

Off on, off on. Hey, you're a good one to talk.

Having taken Gina away on holiday, I thought you might be making an honest

of her at last.

It's not for luck in trying, I can tell you, Oscar.

Where is she, by the way? She's in the kitchen.

All right.

Thanks, Oscar.

Excuse me a minute.

Any of those going spare?

Hey, no.

They've been made to order. The Domino's team count every single one.

That's a pity.

They smell good.

And so do you.

Yeah. Odour pork stuffing.

Are you all right?

Yeah, why?

She's been a bit quiet lately, hasn't she?

It's fine.

Well, you get this a lot cheaper in the op license, Linda. I know, but this is

near and I've left the boys.

I've never guessed that vodka was Mal's father's tip.

No, well... So, er, how is Mal?

Fine, last time I spoke to him.

Remember me to him?

I will.

And I hope the old boy enjoys his birthday treat.

Don't worry about that.

I'll just be a second.

Linda?

Oh, hello.

What happened? The doctor was expecting you.

Oh, yes, sorry. I forgot.

I'll bet you call and make an appointment tomorrow.

Yeah, right.

He's usually spot on.

Come inside. I'll call you another taxi.

Right.

Good.

That's fine.

Pocket, Ventress.

Sorry, Sarge.

What's special about today, Ventress?

Nothing, Sarge. I always bring a packet of crisps with me.

It's the first day of the school holidays.

Oh, yes.

So we know what's in store.

Holiday for them means what for us?

And just so we don't clog up the files with petty infringement, the Chief Super

has written a standard letter of caution for any young tearaway who qualifies

for the rap over the knuckle.

All right?

Yes, sir.

Riding along in my automobile My baby beside me at the wheel

I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile

My curiosity running wild Cruisin' and playin' the radio

With no particular place to go

Is he being charged?

It's an official warning.

But Michael said he found the firewood.

I think we both know how he came by it.

Either way, he sold what didn't belong to him.

I don't understand it.

Barry's as daft as a brush.

But Michael's a bright lad.

So I'm sold.

He's the only one in his class to pass the 11 -plus.

All he wants to do is hang round with Barry and his gang. Lads of that age,

Rollins.

They come through it.

I'll be on my way.

Oh, hello.

Mohammed won't come to the mountain.

Oh, if it's not convenient, I can... I was just going.

Bye, Mrs. Rollins.

Doctor?

Problem?

Bernard? Have you seen David?

No. He didn't pick me up at Webster's Hotel last night as arranged.

Probably forgot. And he didn't sleep in his bed either.

Now, he doesn't normally forget that.

Come off, then.

For how long?

For good, hopefully.

According to my records, they were prescribed when your mother died two

ago. Oh, yes, about the time Mal got his job in Aberdeen.

I had the funeral to arrange, his father to look after him. I just couldn't

cope. And antidepressants are perfectly sensible in those circumstances. But

it's very important, Linda, that you don't become dependent on them.

I'm sorry, Doctor. This isn't a good time to ask me to give them up.

Why not?

Well, nothing especially. It's just... I still feel a bit shaky.

I don't think I could cope without my pills.

So, er... How long are you going to keep me here?

Depends. On what?

On your boss coming up with the money.

Well, I've told you, I'm not even family.

And we just should have kidnapped somebody worth having, like a Beatle or

Shirley Bassey.

Leave the business side of things to me, eh?

So, um... How much are you asking for me?

Five grand.

Five grand what?

£5 ,000.

£5 ,000?

You mean... Mr Verner's going to have to give you £5 ,000?

Or I can't go home.

Vernon Scripps?

I've got him.

Who is this?

I've got your driver.

You've got David? Where?

Somewhere safe for the moment.

I'm not with you.

He's safe just as long as you do as I say.

What do you want?

£5 ,000.

Look, what makes you think I've got that sort of money?

Don't play games, Mr Scripps. And don't go telling the police it'll be the worst

for your lad. I'll call tomorrow with instructions.

Is David there now?

Hello?

Then don't let me down now.

What?

See that window?

Frankie says if we get a load of figures, we could sell them easy.

No.

Too risky.

It's too small for me, our kid.

He's sticking with me, I know.

Hi Liz.

Gina, how are you?

Still feeling a bit rough.

Same symptoms?

Yeah. Have the test results come back? No, not yet, but I'll chase them up.

In the meantime, don't jump to any conclusions.

I'll try not to.

Ta -ra. Bye now.

Gotcha.

What were you going to do with the cigarette?

Answer the constable.

Dunno.

Who was with you?

Nobody. Mr Blake and her running footsteps.

Who was waiting, Michael?

You had a letter from us warning you about your future conduct.

You'll know in breach of that caution.

What does that mean?

It means Sergeant Merthyr may decide to prosecute.

No, Constable, he's only 12.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Rollins.

You see what you've done? You've got yourself a criminal record.

Of course you should tell the police.

Bernard, this bloke meant business.

The police will know what to do. They're used to this sort of thing.

Sheep rustling and folk dropping litter is what they used to do round here, not

kidnapping. Maybe so, but they'll have a book about it.

Oh, wonderful.

By the time they've read the manual, David's fingers will be in the post.

So, you're going to pay up, are you? Whatever it takes to get the lad back.

It's an awful lot of money, Vernon.

Could talk them down a bob or two.

You expect me to haggle?

What price life, Bernard?

Especially when that person happens to be my right -hand man.

Besides, all the people around here have said some pretty rotten things about me

since I came into money.

Well, now they can see just how wrong they were.

Hold on, I'll be back.

Afternoon.

I had high hopes for you. A doctor, a solicitor, that's what I had in mind.

A solicitor with a criminal record.

What's the record, Mum?

Get your own.

I've looked.

Well, look again.

We have chips.

I'm not cooking chips.

Well, from the chippy, then. Barry, forget it.

Please, Mum.

You do know how to play pontoon.

Yeah.

Yes.

Hello, Mrs Rollins.

What now?

We're investigating a traffic accident.

We think you might be able to help.

I don't know anything about an accident.

You are the owner of a Morris Minor 860 WYB?

Yes. It's reported to have been in collision with another car.

Upstairs, you two.

So you popped at the chip shop?

Yeah. But if it were me, I'd have felt a bump.

Did you have anything to drink before you popped out?

To drink?

A cup of tea, perhaps?

Nothing stronger?

I don't drink anything stronger.

The witness said they saw your car veering from side to side.

I don't drink.

Then you won't mind taking a breath test, then, will you? No, I can't. I'm

I told you. I can't help you. Refusal to take the test will leave you liable for

arrest and prosecution.

OK.

Deep breath.

It's positive.

You must find a neighbour to keep an eye on the boys.

What?

You're going to have to come down to the station with us.

I can't. Mrs Rollins, I'm arresting you on suspicion of driving with more than

the prescribed limits of alcohol in the blood.

You will also be reported for failing to stop after an accident.

It's impossible.

You're not obliged to say anything, but what you do say may be put in writing

and given in evidence.

I need to go to the bathroom.

Mr. Scripps?

What's up?

We've had information that David Stockwell's been kidnapped.

Who told you that?

Your brother.

Brother, you call him.

Copper's not more like.

He tells us you're willing to pay the ransom.

That's none of your business.

Well, this is for you wrong, I'm afraid.

Payment of ransom is a concealing offence.

You are? You're helping the kidnapper to commit the crime.

I'd advise you to give us your fullest cooperation.

Mrs. Rawlings!

What's going on?

Been in there since you left. Did you get a neighbour?

Yeah.

Mrs. Rawlings!

Come on, let's get it over with.

Hey, what are you doing?

You can't get out of it like that, you know.

Come on.

Are you all right, Linda?

Boys, Linda.

I spy with my little eye something beginning with... L.

L. L.

Now, I wonder what that could be.

Lip.

Lacey? No.

Leg? No.

No.

What's going on?

Oh, uh, brought Mrs. Rollins in on a drink drive charge.

Is she driving in this state?

No. She's tied a few on since, trying to fill the system, but I told her I said

it won't do you any good.

Phone Dr. Merrick.

Latch. No.

Lock? No.

Log? No. Do you give up?

One last go.

Go on, then.

Lamp? No.

No?

No. What then?

Little dead moth?

Go on, bake a kit yourself.

In here, Doctor.

Linda?

Linda.

Call an ambulance.

Why, what is it? Quickly.

What happened?

Mrs. Rollins collapsed at the station.

I've been sent to have a look round.

What for?

We're not sure what's wrong with her.

Upset. That's what's wrong with her.

Bobby's on the doorstep day and night.

Husband nowhere to be seen.

So she might have had a drink.

There's no law against that.

Not yet, anyway.

What is it?

Trouble.

You can come in now.

You thought she was trying to evade the charges?

Yes, Sarge. And there was no sign of a pill bottle?

No.

Did you look?

Well, no, not really, no.

Was there anything to indicate that Mrs. Rollins was desperate enough to do what

she did? No, Sarge.

No, Sarge.

All right, thank you.

Make sure your notebooks carry a clear and a full account.

I knew something wasn't right with her.

Yeah, well, we're not doctors, Steve.

Look, we did what we had to do. We're in the clear.

Yes, sir? I want to see the sergeant in charge.

The name's Mal Rollins.

Mr. Rollins, Sarge.

Ah, come in, Mr. Rollins.

I'd better be going. No, no, please.

This is Dr. Merrick. She was called to see your wife last night.

I hear Linda's making a steady recovery.

No thanks to anyone here.

As soon as Dr Merrick diagnosed the problem, action was taken, Mr Rollins.

Slap on the back, then.

Job well done.

My men responded to an accident report, as was their duty. Duty, was it?

To bully a woman and two kids in their own home until she takes an overdose?

Your wife consumed a quantity of alcohol in the bathroom, Mr Rollins.

My officers thought she was trying to sabotage further tests.

I would probably have thought the same myself.

Yeah, of course you would.

Mr. Rollins, the breath test showed she was over the limit. Robbie, she hardly

touches the stuff.

I'm telling you the facts.

Well, here's another.

She was in your care when she took those pills, and that's what I'll be telling

my solicitor.

Easy come, easy go.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you're making it too easy for him. He'll come back for more, if not to

you, to somebody else.

Don't rush.

And note everything down.

Vernon Scripps?

Have you got the money?

I need a bit more time.

No more time. I want it today. Beg, borrow or steal it if you want to see

mate again.

Look, how do I know you've got him?

Hello, Mr Vernon!

Oh, David, are you all right?

He hasn't harmed you, has he?

No, no, no.

He has got a right nasty temper when he loses a high spy.

Keep him talking.

Have you had enough to eat?

Oh, yeah, we've had a... That's enough.

I've got to go now.

Wait a minute.

Can't spout no more.

David! Shut up and listen.

used notes in a plain grip bag.

In exactly one hour from now, I want you and the bag in the middle of the

railway bridge between Aidensfield and Elsenby. What about David?

Do what I say, your mate will be freed. Try anything stupid, and he won't.

He wants me in the middle of Elsenby Bridge in an hour with the money.

What did David say?

What? What did he say, exactly?

Oh, he said something about, this bloke was a bad loser, it's I spy.

I spy.

Did he say anything else?

No, he took the phone off him.

He said he couldn't spout no more.

He couldn't spout no more?

The kidnapper said that?

No, David did.

Does it ever occur to you that David could be brighter than you think?

In a word, no.

In, out, in, out.

Go put your head in the Northmoor spout.

Jump to the rooftops, bounce on the floor, but keep on skipping till you

no more.

I think he was trying to give us a clue to his whereabouts.

David was.

That's my hunch.

Nah. Well, it's school.

He acted as a goalpost in the winter, and in the summer, he held the skipping

rope. He never moved a muscle all year, but he'd know all the rhymes.

Can I have a word, Sarge? Yes.

Go and find Mr. Scripps a comfortable seat in the duty room, would you?

No, you can leave the bag here.

It is a police station.

First part?

Could be.

Drop it!

He's under the bridge.

Move!

Five grand he paid for you. Is that man a saint or a sucker?

Good question.

You're the honest, Phil.

Tomorrow.

My sergeant suggested I call and see how you're doing.

Oh, much better, thanks.

I feel so ashamed.

There are people here with real problems.

Your problems are real enough, Mrs Rollins.

I shouldn't have driven, I know that.

I wasn't intending to go out, so I had a drink.

Just the one?

Yeah.

I thought I'd be all right.

Linda Rollins needs help, not punishment.

Oh, agreed.

But if we don't prosecute, it'll seem like we have something to hide. Or

You know, we're not entirely blameless.

Who's we?

Doctors, pharmacists.

Thanks. What for?

Listening.

And sharing the blame?

Every little help.

Well, it's my pleasure.

How about sharing a life as well?

Is this a new proposal in marriage?

Well, it must be weeks since the last one.

Doesn't time fly?

Time's not on my side.

Then let's do it.

Do you mean that?

What do you want?

Been to see Linda.

There was no hint of complaint.

Well, when she gets back here, she'll see things differently.

When was the last time you came home, Mr Rollins?

What's that got to do with you?

I just wondered if you were aware of her problems.

What problems?

She was happy enough before you barged in. She let us in, Mr Rollins.

And she wasn't happy, she was desperate.

And without family support, she turned to alcohol. Don't talk rubbish.

Ask the lads. You leave them out of it.

He's right, Dad.

We'll show you.

She was really hiding these from herself.

What now?

If you make a complaint, her situation will become public.

I don't think that will help her much.

What about the charge?

If we can be sure that Linda will have your support, Sergeant Merton might be

persuaded to review the case.

Review it?

There could be grounds for not prosecuting.

If I stay here and look after her?

What do you think?

What about Michael?

The thing.

You're going to stay here, Dad?

Well, it's looking that way, son.

For good?

Let's see, eh?

I've got a few things to sort out, yeah. Oh, brilliant.

Brilliant!

No, it was a bit of a shock, that's all I'm saying. Well, it was just as much a

shock to me, David. I mean, a bag full of newspaper cuttings.

David, I didn't know about it either.

He might have opened that bag if Mr Ventress hadn't found me.

All credit to you, David.

How was that, Alf?

Well, go on, tell them how we found you.

Well, why don't you?

In, out, in, out. Go put your head in the Northmoor spout.

Jump to the rooftops, bounce on the floor, but keep on skipping till you

no more.

Yeah? Yeah.

What's all this, then?

I don't know. I've never heard it before.

Phil, can I have a word?

Yeah.

Two pies, please.

I'm worried.

So, something serious?

Yeah.

Yeah, serious.

Come on, it can't be that bad.

I'm sorry, Phil.

Sorry for what?

I'm pregnant.

Are you sure?

I'm fainting.

I've had the test.

Flipping hell.

There's only one thing I can say.

Hey.

Hey, everyone.

I'm going to be a dad.

Come on.

Here he comes like a dose of scotch mist.

Kenny. Do you think it's too much?

I'd say it's absolutely perfect.

Put the gun down.

Get your men away from here.

I said so.

Look, I'm asking you as a mate.

Walk away.

Right, I thought we were mates too.

You don't know me at all, do you?