Original subtitles

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

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

What are you doing?

I said to young David, I said, we look to Lord Ashfordly as

an example of a man who knows how to put the countryside to good use.

I mean, these shooting parties are to a penny in the big houses around here.

I mean, they cater for your well -heeled townie who doesn't know his arm from

his 12 -bar. Yeah, well, thank you very much, Miss... But what about the ladies?

I mean, you don't want them sitting around twiddling their thumbs while the

have all the fun.

I'm very sorry, Mrs, but I really haven't got time for this at the moment.

Bentham and I are rather busy with the estate renovations, but I can assure you

that the ladies of the shooting party will be well catered for.

Ah, catering for them and entertaining them aren't the same thing.

And the men are always happiest with the womenfolk out of their air, and that's

where I come in.

Oh, Mrs Kellett.

Sorry, Your Lordship. There's been an accident.

Search.

There's a shooting incident up at Ashfordly Hall.

Casualties? A child.

A young boy, apparently.

Let's get up there.

You haven't moved him.

Never saw him. He came from nowhere.

I never mind that now. Do we have a name?

Denny.

Denny Jubb, son of one of our tenant farmers.

Denny, can you hear me?

Do you mind if I have a look?

I'm trying to stop the bleeding.

Yes, and you've done a fine job.

But we have to take him now.

We'll be checking all the statements, Lord Ashfordly.

Find out how this thing happened.

And I'll be taking the guns for examination.

But I've got people booked here for a full week's sport. This could cost me a

fortune in lost revenue.

With all due respect, sir, there is more at stake here than there.

Of course.

My staff and I will do everything we can to cooperate.

Thanks.

Lots of friends.

Hello.

I'll meet you at the hospital.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

Well, I thought I should go with him.

In lieu of his parents?

I'm the estate manager, Richard Bentham.

Right, well, that won't be necessary, sir.

I'll follow the ambulance and we'll contact his parents and I'll get them to

meet us there.

Are you the man in charge here?

So what was the boy doing, hanging around up here?

How should I know?

Are there often news hanging around here?

No.

But you know what young lads are like.

His parents are tenants, you say.

Farm up on the moor.

So he'd know his way around the estate.

But a childish trespass gone on.

Look, he ran out from nowhere.

The party we've got up here this week, well, most of them are novice shots.

Under your supervision?

Yes.

It's a terrible thing to have happened.

But it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good.

And I reckon his lordship will be glad of our help now, keeping his guests

Here. Have you shocked us, Unipol?

Hey, there's no fooling you, is there, David?

No, I've done a bit of a deal with that housekeeper of his. You know, the one

that looks like she's sucking on a lemon.

Oh, Mrs Kelly? Yeah.

You have to provide bespoke sightseeing tours for his lordship's city visitors,

guided by an expert in local history.

We'll use taxi.

Oh, I can't do it.

I've got all my deliveries to do.

Priorities, David.

Let's get them straight.

Well, who's going to be the expert guide, then?

Mr and Mrs Jones.

It's OK.

Denny's not seriously hurt. Oh, thank you, thank you.

But his head?

Just a flesh wound, thankfully.

But he is going to be all right?

Yes. He's a lucky boy.

Can we see him now?

Of course.

The doctor would like a word.

I don't suppose he managed to find any... Pellets.

Cute.

Well,

they've had a tough old year, Nat and Hazel Jubb.

First their sheep and now this.

The sheep?

Yeah, scrappy.

Did for most of their flock a few months back.

Very nearly lost the farm.

Hey, didn't Rob's dad used to knock about with Nat?

You want to ask Rob about them?

I can't, he's away for a week.

Seeing his dad.

It's a tough old life, this farming.

Makes me wonder why blocks his age want to carry on with it. Yeah.

Well, and that job would never give up that place.

The farm had been in the family for donkey's years.

Oscar!

Oscar!

You're not wrong.

What's going on in here, then? These two came to the door, bouldered grass,

offered me these.

Wanted half a crown?

A fair price. Oi, don't be so cheeky.

Are these from the Ashfordly estate?

Yeah. So?

So. That's a licence game.

The spoils of poaching, eh?

You don't think we'd offer you anything dodgy, Mr Blaketon?

Right. Well, where are they from, then?

Up at the estate, like you said.

Perk of the job.

You're not old enough to be on the payroll up there.

Odd jobs and that.

Beating for the shoots.

Wait a minute. I was up there this afternoon.

I spoke to all the staff and I didn't see you two.

The boss, Mr Bentham.

He told us the scarper.

Whoa!

since he read the house.

Child labour?

Colin Poskett and Gary Snow, the lads from the pub, they're only just

but Danny Jubb, the injured boy, he's much younger.

Well, if he was working up there at all.

Oh, it's quite common, Sarge.

All the big houses take on kids, you know, to help with the harvest, or

beat us during a shoot.

You'll be telling me next they're still sending kids up chimneys, Ventress.

You've got Sarge.

Where firearms are involved, they've got a duty of care either way.

Have you sent the guns for analysis?

Well, they can tell us if any were defective, but other than that... Maybe

were just poaching.

Yeah. Well, we've all done it at their age, haven't we?

Oh, have we?

Thanks.

No, I saw how worried Bentham was when they put the boy in the ambulance.

He even tries to go with him.

Worried what he might say?

Well, maybe, yes, but... And you say the Jubs have been strapped for cash

recently? Yeah.

So it could help if the boy earns a bit extra.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Oh. Oh, Bernie.

Right, well, pull the two lads in. Let's see what we can get out of them.

Sarge, it's Bernie.

Bentham's Land Rover.

It's in a ditch on the moor.

Milk lorry spotted it first thing.

Thought someone might be hurt.

I recognise it were Bentham's.

Have you spoken to him?

Aye, he's in the office now.

Hitched a lift home, apparently.

He's not reported the accident to us.

Well, he said no -one else was involved, unless you can't see.

I thought I'd better let you know just in case.

No major skid marks.

Surely it must have rained.

Let's see for the wheel.

Jeff?

Let's take a look at this.

Have you had any jobs going?

Our dad worked for him, you see.

Like Denny Chubb's dad.

And Mr Bentham told you to report to him?

Just him, yeah, he said.

For beating duties?

And other stuff.

What other stuff?

Fetching and carrying.

Shifting all the rows from cottages and that.

And would you say that Mr Bentham was a popular man with the staff?

Did he treat folk well?

Well, he didn't take a stick to his arrow.

But he does lose his rag sometimes.

Of silly little things.

What things?

Like at the cottages, when we've had all the old stuff.

Baths, fireplaces, bits of old tile.

Because my lift would break anything?

Yeah, it's only going for scrap.

Sarge, a PC Younger called.

About Bentham's Land Rover.

Ah, Mr Bentham.

We've examined your vehicle.

It appears the brakes were sabotaged.

Sabotaged? A bit melodramatic, eh, Sergeant?

The brakes have been soft for days. They've been meaning to do something

it. I'm afraid there's a bit more to it than that, sir.

The pipes were cut.

Cut?

Hardly think so, Sergeant. Why would anyone do something like that?

Look, thanks for your concern, but I really shouldn't waste any more of your

time.

There's no harm done.

I've made four kinds of sandwiches, a rich fruitcake and one of my own double

-glazed game pies. Champion.

And a couple of bottles of his lordship's 56 claret will go down very

thank you.

You can have a 62.

56 is for family consumption only.

Oh, you're a shrewd businesswoman, Mrs Killett.

Good morning, ladies.

Welcome to the Ashfordly Tourama.

A vivid evocation of our region's rich cultural and literary heritage.

Now, this morning, I thought we'd start with a stormy tale of moorland

passion. Oh, dear Lord, not the bronte they get.

Hound of the Baskervilles, as it happens.

Surely that was set on Dartmoor? Ah, in the finished work, you're absolutely

right, madam.

But not many people knew that the author got his inspiration from our own North

York moors. In fact, Ashfordly Hall itself, where he was forced to take

one dark, stormy night.

Get the ladies in, babies.

Gentlemen, I think we're ready to load up. Have a good day, gentlemen.

Lord Ashfordly, could we have a word?

We're just going fishing.

I'm afraid it is a matter of some importance.

Keep him quiet and give him plenty of fluid.

I'll come back tomorrow and change his dressing. Thank you, Dr. Trent.

Ah, Dr.

Trent.

Denny home, then?

I've just got him settled.

Take it easy.

He's still very weak.

I'll be.

Thanks, Doctor.

Mr. Job?

Constable Bellamy.

They're fine -looking sheep.

New stock.

My goodness!

It's the most impressive sight!

It is that.

Sir, Gillan Beck.

A bit foreboding, though, don't you think? All those gnarled old trees

with such a terrible force.

Gillan, is that from the north?

I believe this area is bristling with Viking settlement.

Oh, aye.

Oh, this is Viking country.

Very inventive, you Viking warrior.

In fact, it was here that they first thought of the sauna.

Rory not fire in yon cave.

Icy cold plunge and then a good slack with the twins.

And Gillen Beck itself, what does that mean?

Gillen, or Gillian, as we would say nowadays.

Now, she was a beautiful young lass, daughter of a local chieftain.

And then one day, there was a terrible ewe and cry.

The Vikings have landed on the beach at Scarborough.

And they were off putting it towards her village, laying waste to all in their

path.

What did she do? Did she run away?

No. Oh, no, she had the heart of a lion.

But one by one, all her men were killed off in their prime. So she fled

for a life to this beck, pursued by Vikings.

Top Man himself, he wanted his wicked way with her, but she fought.

for her honour, cast herself down on the rocks below, and in the moment of

death, her pure chaste soul was fused and locked forever

in that blasted tree.

Chilling? Well, there's lots more pillage where that came from.

I want a drink.

How long has Bentham worked on the estate?

since Ben Norton left. Of course, he's only acting at the moment. Not sure if

I'll appoint him permanently.

Not satisfied with his work?

He's always worked on the estate and applied for the job before.

Just not quite dynamic enough, I thought.

But he seems keen to prove himself now.

He's instigated a pretty comprehensive programme of estate renovation.

Yes, I noticed the building work.

Not just at the house.

All the cottages as well. It's costing me a fortune.

Turns out he's a demon for modernisation.

But why all the interest in Bentham?

A young boy was shot.

And we have reason to believe that there are youths working on this estate.

Are you accusing me, Sergeant Miller, of some kind of child slave trade?

I never said that. Sounds that way to me.

A couple of young lads have said that Bentham Idem is beaters.

Beaters? Is that what this is?

Oh, for goodness sake, man, why did you say so in the first place? We've always

had boys working as beaters here.

You're admitting it? Well, that's all it is.

It's an Ashfordly tradition, village boys earning extra pocket money. You

to learn the ways of the countryside, Sergeant.

Nevertheless, a young lad was hurt.

If there's been negligence over safety... I agree that this has been a

incident, but I am sure that Mr Bentham has taken every precaution to protect

both our workforce and our guests.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I really must be going.

Looks like a pretty good look to me.

Oh, looks can be deceptive.

Until you've been up there yourself, you've no idea of the damage.

Quite.

The Lord actually has a great bit of faith in you.

Well, he trusts me to know what's needed.

If it was just a bit of mischief, you'd best complain, eh? We don't want this

getting out of hand, do we?

Come on, Danny, just tell the officer you're sorry for mucking about when I'm

done with it. But I'm not the one that's done it.

Can't you leave him be for now? He's supposed to rest, you know.

Fine.

I have to ask you this, though. Was Danny working up at the hall?

Working?

I don't believe this. Well, it's just that we've had some reports of teenage

boys being employed on the shoot.

My lad's been injured, and you come here suggesting that I'd put him in danger,

that I'd let him work for that two -faced puffed -up piece of slime? Nat!

Are we talking about Mr Bentham here?

Too right I am! And you can tell him that word for word from me. Nat, please,

this isn't going to help.

I've got better things to do than go kowtowing to him!

Sorry.

Think about it, Mrs Jubb. If there is any hint of truth in the idea, then,

it's Denny's welfare we're concerned with.

That and the other boys.

Shoot's a dangerous place.

Accidents can happen.

It weren't an accident.

Sorry?

I said it weren't an accident.

He did it on purpose.

Mr Bentham shot me.

Thank you, Susan. You're very welcome.

Well, that was definitely an experience.

It makes one wonder what she can possibly have in store for the next one.

We're going on the next one, then?

Oh, yes, I think so, don't you? Oh, Mummy.

What is there to keep us amused here?

David.

All right, tomorrow?

Oh, well, it's not my usual day, Mr. Bergman.

Look, I need to bring a few things forward.

Yeah, OK, then.

Hey, what did I tell you?

It's a doggle, this tour guide in Lark.

Them city folks will buy anything if you sell it with enough gusto.

Really? Finally, there's a whole case of Mr Vernon's special chutney left over

from Christmas. Leave the entrepreneurial to me, David.

Now then, tomorrow morning, we'll do the Dracula tour in Whitby, and then back

here... Oh, I'm sorry, I can't do tomorrow.

But the tour's all booked and paid for.

Well, it's no good, because I've just promised Mr Bentham.

He has to find himself another driver. What a bit short and naughty.

I think you could drive yourself.

Well... Well, I suppose I could do the honours.

Hey, just for the morning, mind.

He's confused.

It feels angry, I expect, about getting shot. I'm sure there's nothing in it.

It is a serious allegation, though.

We are going to have to follow it up.

I've got me the PC younger.

Oh, he's not here for a minute.

Well, could I help?

Yeah. I found this at the atelier left, and, well, I thought it might be

important. It was in Mr Bentham's car, trapped under one of the pipes.

One of the pipes that had been cut?

I thought it were blood at first.

No.

But I think I know what it could be.

Thanks, Rosie.

Sheepwood. Nat Jubb was marking his sheep when I was up there.

Red dye.

There must be plenty of farmers in the area doing the same thing. It doesn't

prove it was him.

No, but each farmer has a different colour so they can tell the sheep apart.

And with Denny making the allegation against Bentham, can there be any truth

that, that Bentham shot the kid? The test came back on the pellets, Sergeant.

Number six shot.

It's standard, apparently.

Everyone there would have used it.

But either way, The boy got shot, didn't he?

And on Bentham's patch.

Now, there's your motive for revenge, and there's no love lost between them.

Jubb made that clear to me. Slow down, Bellamy.

Bentham crashed the night Denny got shot.

When did Jubb have time to tamper with his car?

Before he went to the hospital, maybe.

I want Poskett and Snell brought in.

They were there when Denny got shot.

And I want you to ring round the salvage yards.

Our Mr Bentham is very zealous when it comes to maintaining the estate.

There's something not right there.

We were moving through the woods, beating like we should.

Then he went with us.

But you noticed him?

He was just stood there, like a loony.

And then he ran, straight at him.

At the guns?

Why would he do that?

I wish we'd never told him.

He'd never have started going up there otherwise.

You told him what?

About Bentham.

I'm Denny's mum.

Anyone news on my car?

We've had an allegation from young Denny Jubb. He seems to think you shot him.

With intent.

Me?

That's ridiculous.

He said that?

That's what he said in his statement, yes.

But how could he? I mean, there's no way I'd... Can you tell us exactly where

you were when he was hit?

Of course not.

How many guns up there?

Eight?

It could have been anyone.

You're not taking this seriously.

What's that, Mr Benson?

Oh, it's a grand cup of tea. OK, sure.

Then why would Denny say that?

Look, it was an accident, pure and simple.

He should never have been there. Maybe, but he was, and he took a blow.

I'm not having this. You've got no evidence. You can't have it. It's a lie.

Mr Bentham.

Are you going to charge me, Sergeant?

No.

Then I'm sorry.

I've got work to do.

Tuesday last.

By a place.

And a roll -top bag.

And how much did you give him?

Really?

Yeah, that's very helpful.

Thank you very much.

Bye.

We've been checking the salvage merchants like you said, Sarge. And

been flogging stuff on the sly?

No. No?

No. Nat Jubb has.

Jubb?

But it's Bentham's racket, I'm sure of that.

He had the access.

He set it all up.

To hive off perfectly good materials and sell them on.

The question is, how did Job get hold of them?

He'd be seen driving around with gear like that.

Maybe Bentham got someone to take it.

You know, sort of a courier.

Not David.

He delivers animal feed to all the estate farms.

He's picked up a load just now.

What's all this?

Do you mind if we have a look round your barns? I do, as it happens.

Why's that, sir?

Have a look over there.

Is your wife in?

She's gone into the village. Why?

Well, two nights ago, the day your Denny was shot, Richard Bentham had an

accident.

The brakes on his car were cut.

We've evidence that links you to the incident.

That's impossible!

You've got it wrong!

Nice, Mr Chubb. That was lovely.

Oh, hello, Mr Bellamy.

You can get off now, David. No, you can't, David.

I want you to go to the police station with PC Younger.

Sergeant Miller needs to talk to you.

Police station? Why?

Phil.

Architectural salvage.

Is this how you pay for the sheep?

So can you imagine it, ladies?

Dracula himself, stalking this graveyard, looking for victims.

Blood and lust.

That's what it all comes down to.

The basic urges of the flesh.

Just like your Viking tale, in fact.

I'm a trifle confused, though.

First I've heard of Whitby Abbey actually being home to real -life

And... the werewolves of Westerdale Moor.

Well, there you go, then.

That's the sort of inside information you only get from a local.

Now... Oh,

look, Mummy.

It's another tour party.

I wonder if they'll be so fortunate.

Oh.

Why don't we go over and join them and share in your colourful insights? It

could be most instructive. No, there's no time, I'm afraid.

Well, crypt of the undead awaits.

Oh, he's just coming up to see Denny.

He's got his notes ready to hand.

You haven't brought him with you?

No.

I couldn't talk at the house.

You see, I need your help.

It's a terrible disease, Scrapey.

All the flock my dad and his dad before him had reared.

It were Bentham who ordered the slaughter.

He said it was to protect other farms.

And when it was done, he offered me a loan.

To help me out, he said.

But I didn't want to take it. Not from him.

And then he threatened me with eviction.

If I lost me home and me livelihood as well, how could I keep me family?

So you took the money?

For Denny and Hazel's sake.

I bought new sheep, and for a while we were doing OK.

But he said I had to pay it all back by doing him a favour.

I was already paying him what I could above board with me rent.

But that weren't enough for him.

So you sold his so -called scrap?

Different places.

Not all at once, and then hand him the cash.

It's never enough, though. It keeps me always in his debt.

I'll never be free of him.

Just some sleeping tablets, tranquilizers, anything to settle my

If the problem is mental stress, I'd rather tackle the cause, not the

I just thought you could give me something. That's all I want.

If you're worried about Denny, I can assure you he shouldn't suffer any

harm.

It just feels so terrible.

It's all my fault.

You really can't blame yourself.

Yes, I can.

You don't understand.

What is it, Hazel?

Denny.

He isn't Matt's child.

Okay, David, we're prepared to accept that you're an unwitting go -between in

this case.

All right, I'll be off then. Not just yet.

It's about your rounds.

We'll have to check out all the farms.

You can give all the details to PC Younger here.

Right.

Right, David.

Names and addresses, then.

What's this going to take, though? I should really be getting ready for my

afternoon tour.

No, I'll pass it straight on, sir.

So which farms have you been to?

Sarge, I think you'd better hear this.

Bentham's bank account.

Apparently he's been salting away a tidy sum into a trust fund in the name of

young Denny Jubb.

Why on earth would he be doing that?

Why didn't you tell Lord Ashfordly?

Bentham's abused his position.

Maybe he bullied other tenants too.

You could have got him sacked.

I can't.

It's personal, him and me.

Nat.

I understand why you hate him.

But you've gone too far this time.

Coming to his breaks like that.

I've told you, that weren't me.

I know what he did to you.

My wife?

You're talking about Hazel?

Yeah.

How did you know?

Couple of lads working up on the estate. They saw them up there together.

And, er, Denny knows too.

Oh, no!

That's why you were up there!

He's known for a while.

I think he's become obsessed with Bentham.

I've tried so hard to keep it from him.

Keep all of it from him!

Denny!

He's gone!

Denny! Denny!

Just take out my shotgun.

You're on your way.

We'll find him.

I taught him, you know.

Him and me always walk these moors together.

He could be anywhere around here.

Danny! Look, Nat, let's just try and keep calm, eh?

Bentham said he'd take them, Hazel and my Danny too, and it'd be easy if I lost

the farm. And now, after everything, he's won.

He's not won, Nat.

Come on, we'll find your son. We'll go back to my car, I'll radio the station.

We'll get a search party. He's my only son.

I don't want to lose him. You don't know how it feels.

I do know how he feels, Nat.

Believe me.

Now, come on.

Get him.

Come on.

Thank you.

It all started years ago.

When we couldn't have kids.

Nat just went into himself.

And Richard Benson took notice of me.

When I fell pregnant, it seemed like a blessing in a way for me and Nat.

So I let him believe Denny was his son.

I was so looking forward to it.

Big family, son to go out lambing we, carry on the farm.

So I told Richard it was over.

And he accepted that?

He had no choice then.

He knew I wouldn't leave Nat.

But he was always there, watching Denny grow up.

Then when the scrape hit us, well, he saw his chance.

What do you mean?

We stood to lose everything. It was breaking Nat's heart.

Richard had just been put in charge.

He said he'd help us out.

If I started seeing him again.

The job boy's gone off with his father's shotgun.

Go on to the division for armed backup.

You'd better try and find his mother.

And it were along this very road that Dick Turpin galloped his art out on his

trusty steed, Black Beth, the night before meeting his grisly fate at the

gallows in York.

I was under the impression we were a good few miles north of York.

Surely Turpin could never have got this far.

With respect, madam, you don't know these Marlon roads.

I mean, in the olden days, it was sometimes necessary to take a detour to

the bogs.

Steady on!

I suppose this is the young Dick Turpin, is it?

Where's his horse?

Maybe he came on a sheep.

This isn't my set -up, ladies, I'm afraid.

Got me gun, Hazel.

Where's Bentham? I can't say exactly. He went out hunting rabbits an hour ago.

Close, Panda 1.

Panda 1 receiving.

Over.

you take the lower cops on the five acre field. All of you, ask Ridley Woods.

Poor bloke.

I know.

This is awful.

Castable, the staff are ready and at your disposal.

Thank you, sir.

Right then, everyone, can I have your attention?

You know, we're looking for this young boy. If we start the search over in the

woods... Please!

Please help!

I've been kidnapped!

Ambushed!

Put the gun down there.

Look, we'll... We'll both put them down and we can talk.

It was me who did your car.

I know.

I thought it must be you.

I hoped you'd die.

Do you really hate me that much?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

I hoped you'd die all on your own and we'll be rid of you.

You told the police that I shot you.

You don't really believe that, do you?

I hope they take you away.

Denny.

You only knew what I've tried to do for you.

You tried to split us up.

Take mum away.

And now, now coppers have come to take my dad.

And all because of you.

You've got it all wrong.

They were there at the house.

In the barn.

They found out all that stuff.

They're going to lock up my dad for thieving.

So it's over then?

Yeah, that's right.

Over.

Denny.

I'm your dad.

Just give it to me, Denny. You're lying.

Denny.

You're not my dad.

You told him.

Tell him he's not my dad.

Is he?

I'm your dad, Denny.

In every way that matters.

I'm your dad.

And nothing can ever change that.

It's not time to make a change.

Just relax.

Take it easy.

You're still young.

That's your fault.

There's so much you have to know.

Find a girl.

Settle down.

If you want, you can marry. Look at me.

I am old but unhappy.

I was once like you are now.

Oh, thank God!

Are you all right?

No,

it's just... I've got something to tell you. It's all right, Hazel.

I know.

So does Denny now.

You?

Since when?

From the beginning, I suppose.

Never that why did he never say I was scared of losing you both

We'll have to charge him with handling stolen goods.

But if he pleads coercion, he should get away with suspended.

What about Denny?

I'll have to put in a report.

But as Bentham was the injured party, let's hope he's not too keen on putting

charges, eh?

Oh, and Bellamy, was that what you called waiting for backup?

Well, let's just call it duty of care, eh, Sarge?

And then he pointed that shotgun right in my face.

I shall hear it cock into my dying day.

Stick him up, he said, and keep him there. How did you manage to drive then,

Peg?

Well, he got in behind me, didn't he?

And then he ordered me to move it.

Oh, thank you, Mr Blayton.

On the out, I take it.

Well... It's not every day you get held hostage by a vicious young thug.

And where do you think you've been? Oh, sorry, I'm so sorry.

It's a heart of a police station.

I say, you've made yourself comfortable then, unlike these poor ladies.

I reckon the drink should be on you.

Hey, Mrs Armstrong.

Well, that's goodbye to my people.

I was on my way back from a funeral when I found them hiking along the moor

road. A manuscript picked us up and brought us back here. In a hearse.

Well, it was the Dracula tour.

I've come to tell you. Tell me what?

That I killed her.

Murdering scum!

They'll be back, Mrs. Sneddon.

And next time there'll be more of them. Are you doing anything to murder?

No, I don't think so.

What about the next day?

No, no, for the rest of my life. To the future?

The future.