All language subtitles for Hetty Wainthropp Investigates - S04E01 - Something To Treasure.en

[Siren]

Stuart?

Can't you hear it?
The hooter.

They're blasting--
blasting without me.

Well, what's it matter?

They never blast
without me.

You're not needed
till afternoon shift.

I have to be
there now.

Our happiness could
be buried forever.

[Siren]

[Air hissing]

Clear!

[Explosion]

Jeez! Aah!

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oh, no!

You set the alarm!

Suppose we must
have missed them.

Geoff.

Look! Ha ha!

Oh, good to see you!

Geoff. Janet. Oh!

It seemed so long.

Great hat!

I'm told it's
for gardening.

Well, it would be.

You both have
great suntans.

We've had
a marvelous holiday.

Once we managed
to meet up.

Hetty was
in Australia.

Robert here in england
looking for me.

What a mix-up.

I'm so please you
persuaded him

to come over
for Christmas.

Aye. So am I.

Have you been waiting
long, Geoffrey?

No time at all,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

Oh. Australia
was wonderful,

but home is home,
isn't it, Robert?

Janet: Oh,
they're lovely.

Lots of jewels.
Look.

Now.

�
�

ha! My word,
Robert!

I've been practicing.

Here, Geoffrey.
This is your instrument,

and you have to sit
down on the ground.

Sit you down. Go on.
Pucker up your lips

inside the mouthpiece

and make a sort
of raspberry sound.

Breathe in
through your nose.

You've got to get a sort
of circular breathing going

in through your nose

and out into
the didgeridoo, right.

Breathe in and out.

[Squeak]

[Sputtering]

Of sound
came there none.

Ha ha ha!

Never mind.
Next time.

[Telephone ringing]

Yes. You're seeing
your cousin down here.

Yes. Tomorrow.

I'll have a word,
get back to you.

That's all right.

A case possibly.
I didn't want to

bother you with it
straightaway.

Geoffrey, I'm ready
for work.

I'm fit as a Bob,
and I'm rearing to go.

Who is it?
What's it about?

Well, treasure,
hidden treasure.

It was about
3 months ago.

Stuart was in a disused
part of the mine.

An iron ore mine
up in redrigg,

Mrs. Wainthropp.

On the day he died,
he came rushing home.

The warning hooter
was sounding.

They were blasting
underground.

I don't know--
I don't know

what took him below.

Nobody could give me
a proper reason,

but he knew they were
blasting nearby.

He knew the dangers,

and the tunnel
collapsed on him.

I'm very sorry.

But it's, uh,
it's not his death

I've come to see
you about.

[Didgeridoo playing]

Hey. That's
dead cool.

Real eucalyptus wood.
That's why.

Hollowed out
by ants and termites.

It says here that
the advanced

didgeridooist can
imitate

a crocodile's growl.

Is that a request,
Janet.

One crocodile growl
coming up.

I've always wanted
a puppy.

Robert, please.
I'm working.

Sorry, Hetty.
The dingo just leapt out.

Yes. Well.

Hetty: This book
of your husband's

that was stolen,
there's only one copy?

Yeah. That's why I'm
so desperate

to get it back.

It was Stuart's
life's work,

all about the mines
of cumbria.

He called it
our pension,

but since Stuart died,
there've been rumors

about a map in his book
that shows

where some valuable minerals
are hidden in the mine.

It's like
a treasure horde.

Mrs. pridwell says
some stones

can fetch thousands!

Is that a fact?

Who'd own these
mineral things?

Well, when the mine
closed down,

company sold it
to the miners,

but I suppose
the landowners

would still have
the rights.

So the minerals
belong to them.

Yes. Look. If it's
money for your help,

don't worry.
I'm well off.

I have me husband's
redundancy,

his insurances.

Just find my husband's
writing work,

put it back
in my hands, please.

It's red.
Everything's red.

It's all this iron
stuff in the soil.

Ore. Iron ore.

Ah.

Good morning.

Morning. Who are
you looking for?

Information.

I'm a writer
researching

the lives of women
married to miners.

Why do that?

Because their
true voice

has seldom
been heard.

I heard too much
of my wife's voice

when I were married.
Ha ha ha!

Women have a right
to be heard.

Don't you
forget that.

Henrietta Wainthropp.

Sorry.

Ha ha ha!

Geoffrey Shawcross,
my researcher.

Jack duckett,
foreman.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Come on.
I'll show you around.

Right.

Are you staying
hereabouts?

With moira pridwell
at skiddaw view.

Oh. She could use
a good paying guest.

Lost her husband.

Accident
in pit number 3

just a week after he'd put
his redundancy cash in

to keep the mine going.

But there will be
an income, some dividends.

I sure hope so.

We're half a working mine,
half a heritage center,

you know, tours and that.

Once, 1,000 miners
used to work round here.

Now we're down to less
than a dozen.

Really?

Can't even afford to run
the main shaft anymore.

Ever been below?

Underground?

The lower depths. Aye.

No.

Right. I'll give you
the tour tomorrow.

It will be
grand research, Geoffrey,

for the book.

Closed for lunch.

Oh. Ha ha!

I wondered where I
might find Mrs. pridwell.

Oh.
We heard there was

a writer coming
to the village.

You want to put us
in a book?

Tragedy that
would be.

Would it?

Men and kids--
that's all we know.

Oh, I'm sure you know
more than that.

Women's truths--
that's what I'm after.

You staying
with moira pridwell?

Yes, I am.

You'll write
the truth there.

Will I?

Oh, yeah. She tells
a good story.

I'm always
keen on those.

Ask her for one
about filching

from your mates.

Connie, you don't know.

That's what men say.

If she's got money, why's
she taking in lodgers,

scrubbing out
village hall?

To cover it all up.

I heard Mrs. pridwell
was well setup

with insurance.

Oh. Is that what
she calls it?

Why? What would you
call it?

Ask her yourself.

Busy lizzies?

May I ask just what
it is you're doing?

Trying to get
into this shed.

For what purpose?

To hoe out them
busy lizzies.

Joe must be off
his rocker,

planting them
gaudy things.

This land is leased
to me.

Those pretty blooms
happen to be

my favorite flowers
and have got nothing

to do with you.

Excuse me. This is
my allotment.

I've worked on it
for years.

Ohh. You must be
Robert Wainthropp.

Aye.

Well, you should be
ashamed of yourself.

It was a weed-strewn
wilderness,

rampant with the worst
excesses of ground elder,

and the shed's
a disgrace.

No, no, no. There must
be some mistake.

It was to be
looked after

in my absence!

No. You'll find the name
Noreen bainbridge

on this allotment,
not Robert Wainthropp.

I'll have to approach
the committee

about this.

You're trespassing!

Get off my land!

I'm self-taught,
you know?

Oh! Really?
I'd never have guessed.

Worked the mine.
Surface mostly.

Mm.
Then it closed.

Put me redundancy
into this.

Don't regret it.

Hey, blue,
how are you?

Angry actually,
very angry.

Have you seen
Joe rawlings?

He was supposed to
look after my allotment.

Been poorly,
has Joe.

Oh. Sorry
to hear that.

Bad operation.

He's down
at his daughter's

trying to get
himself fit.

Oh. That is
bad news.

Bad for him
and bad for me.

They've gone
and given my land

to someone who's
color-blind.

She grows
busy lizzies.

That's a bit early.

Eh?

Why not see someone
from committee.

Uh, oh. Fred butterworth's
on his patch.

Right. I will.

Geoffrey: You paint it
a lot, don't you?

Gets into you,

and you hate it,
but you can't

leave it somehow.

See anything
you like?

I do discounts.

Oh. I'd like a proper
look round later,

but right now, I'm
looking for somewhere

to stay
for a few days.

There's a widow--
moira--

looking
for a lodger.

She's a fine woman,
very fine.

That room's taken.

Black bull's got
rooms.

Oh.
If you see me in bar,

cost you a pint
for the info.

Right.

Hello?

Oh. How did you know
I was here?

Your name's on
the notice board

outside--
moira pridwell,

caretaker.

Well, it's an interest.

I'm just getting
the place spick-and-span

for our annual dance.

You mentioned
redundancy payments

and insurance.

I need the full
story, moira.

You've not been
straight with me

about your finances.

It's as I said.

I think there's more
to it than that.

Moira?

I'm sorry.

Hetty.

You're married,
aren't you?

Yes, I am.

Then cherish him.

You don't know
what it's like

after they've gone.

Your home's
an empty place.

It's--it's empty.

And that book--
my husband wrote it.

He had years
of his life in it,

and I could see him
at the table writing.

You know what
the wives are saying

about Stuart,
don't you?

What do they say?

Well, when the mine
was about to close,

the men got together
and pooled all

the special minerals
that they'd found,

and they hid them
in the pit,

and when the time came
for the share-out,

all the best ones
had gone,

and they said that
my Stuart took them

for himself
and that he died

trying to rescue them.

Do the villagers
think you know

where
the stones are?

But I swear I don't.

I just want
Stuart's book back.

That's treasure enough
for me.

Man: We'd no choice,
mate.

Didn't I deserve
a hearing?

You were off
gallivanting down under.

Your plot was
a disgrace.

Committee inspected,
and you had to go.

Joe rawlings--

I don't care.
Rules is rules,

and you're off!

You sound like
a football referee.

Don't I even get
a yellow card?

Valuable plots
are these,

and you'll get your
turn on the list.

Am I on the list?

Aye. Right
at bottom.

Hetty: Yes. I can't promise,
but if anything is found,

it will be passed
over to you.

Thank you, Mr. fulton.

The agents
for the landowners

agreed to pay back
1/3 of the sum

the missing minerals
fetch.

Well, that's fair.

If they do turn up,
I suggest the proceeds

are shared with everyone
in the village.

That way, I can be paid,

and nobody else
can bear a grudge.

All right.

Geoffrey: All we
have to do now

is find
the treasure.

I've seen the map
in Stuart's book,

but--but it's
something he said.

A phrase, a word?

The last words he
spoke to me were

something about happiness
being buried.

Happiness?

Yeah. He often
said it.

Yes. Happiness
and lonely hearts.

Could they be
linked together?

There was another word
that was--

no. Lonely hearts.

Between something
and lonely hearts

lies happiness.

Oh. It's part
of the mine.

It's called, um--
oh, called, uh--

hunchback.

Yeah! How did you know?

Geoffrey, have you
gone psychic?

No. No. I went
to an art gallery.

The place was filled
with pictures

of the mine.

They all had titles,
"pit number this"

or "tunnel
number that,"

but one of them had
a name, "hunchback."

It's a big hump
of red rock

sticking out into
an underground tunnel.

Between hunchback
and lonely hearts

lies happiness.

Lonely hearts?

Well, the miners had
nicknames

for different parts
of the mines.

I wonder if hunchback
and lonely hearts

are areas close
to each other.

Man: Fancy that,
do you?

Yes. It's sort of,
um, compelling,

the lights, shadows,
shade.

Is it really
like that?

Copied
from life, eh.

We used to pat it
for luck

as we went past.

I've realized it
rather well,

don't you think?

Uh...

125 quid and
"the hunchback's" yours.

I'm--I'm going
down pit today.

I'll--I'll look out
for this.

Oh. Um, do you have
any other paintings

called "lonely hearts"
or "happiness"?

No. Why?

Thought I saw one
yesterday.

No.

110 for
"the hunchback.

What do you say?

I'll think about it.

Don't go down
the mine, daddy.

Sorry,
Mrs. Wainthropp?

It's an old song.

� Don't go down
the mine, da �

� dreams very often
come true �

it's like...

� Big bad John �

you know, here lies
the body of a big man.

Eh, Geoff?
Come on.

We'll, uh, be
about an hour,

all things being well,
eh, Geoff?

Good luck, Geoffrey.

Thanks.

Jack: Come on!

Uh, see the faults?
Limestone.

Iron's washed down
into the cracks.

Iron ore.

You catch on quick.

Just iron ore?
Nothing else?

Who have you
been talking to?

Come on.
I'll show you

the love holes.

They hold barite,
calcite, fluoride.

Some people call it
fluorspar.

This way, please.
Hey.

Best quality kin
to hematite is that.

Bloodstone. If we
had enough of it,

we'd be laughing
our socks off.

Here you are.
That's a love hole.

Oh. Minerals would
be taken out

so they could be
sold.

Aye.

Who would buy them?

Oh. Agent blokes
from Carlisle.

Hmm. Was it
worth the while?

Oh, yeah.
Special pieces,

unusual shapes

would fetch
up to 5 grand.

Compressed air drills
to get at the ore,

and the digger
digs it out

and loads it
on the buggies.

Oh, that's
the trucks to you.

Right.

I'm sure I've seen
a painting of that.

Oh. Aye, at
Tommy escombe's.

He swapped mining
for art.

Aye. Something
like that.

Hunchback. Ha.

Are there any
other names?

Oh, aye.
Dead man's drift,

red river valley,
lonely hearts.

Sorry.

It's just
around there.

Men used to work
there on their own,

so lonely hearts.

Only it's not
used anymore.

Too dangerous.

That's where
Stuart pridwell died.

What about happiness?

What about it?

Well, is that
a place, as well?

[Men laughing]

Oh. Students--
never do

as they're told.
Stay here.

Right.

Hello?
Hey, you all!

[Machinery moving]

Hey, stop! Stop!
I'm here!

[Siren]

Mrs. Wainthropp!

Yes. What's happened?

We think there's
been an accident.

Young guy that went
down with Jack's

gone missing.

Geoffrey?!

Charlie and Steve,
you stay together.

Check the first level, yeah?

Buddy, Mike, you check
the second level.

Jack: Go in two.

What's happened?

I told him to stay
in pit number two,

second level.

It's those damn students
pressing buttons

and pulling the levers
on the buggies.

He's got himself lost.

We'll do
a systematic search.

One of the students said
he thought he heard

some machinery--

machinery?
Aw, for--

well, what are you
waiting for?

Go and find him!

Come on. Let's go!

Right.
Rob, go with Charlie.

Get down into
the lower mines.

[Thump]

Oh. Janet.

Oh. Sorry, Mr. Wainthropp.
I used my key.

I forgot me hairdryer.
Left it here.

If I'm going
for interviews,

then I need to
look the business.

Aye. Very important.
Cup of tea?

Yeah.

How long's it been?

He's been missing
for almost an hour.

Who has?

Geoffrey, where
have you been?

I came out the back way,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

[Indistinct]

We thought--oh!

Janet:
You don't mean it!

Ordered off
without so much as,

"by your leave."

Well, appeal, fight.

No point.
Fred butterworth's

the chairman
of the committee,

and he ordered
me off.

Well, who's this
busy Lizzie woman?

A Noreen bainbridge.

And who's she
when she's at home?

I don't know,
but she dresses up

like an advert for
the Chelsea flower show.

[Water running]

Noreen: Don't worry.
I'll see he gets it.

Digging's hard work.

Geoffrey: Mrs. Wainthropp,
I think I can find

my way back
to lonely hearts.

All by yourself?

Easy peasy.

At least wait until
Stuart pridwell's

map's been found.

Yeah, but--
men have been

killed down there,
Geoffrey,

and you nearly
joined them.

We should really give
this to the police.

It might have been
an accident

what happened
to you,

or it might have
been something else.

It's a side passage,
some holes on the wall--

love holes
they call them.

I'm sure that's where
happiness lies.

You've really got it,
haven't you, Geoffrey?

What?

The lust for
hidden treasure.

Suppose I have, yes.

Ohh!

You're not
the only one.

She's put the pickles
separately.

Good job.

Yes? Do you want
something?

Just a word
with your Uncle.

I'll look in later.

Aye. Thanks
for these.

What do you want?

I'm not standing by
while a gentleman

like Mr. Wainthropp
gets treated like this.

What I want is justice.

Man: Ok, everybody.
Now, follow me

and please stay
with the group

at all times,
all right?

This way, please.

Slow down, Geoffrey.

You may be
a budding bevin boy.

I'm not.

Sorry.

Getting near
the hunchback place.

We'll branch right.

Lead on, macduff.

Shakespeare.

Well, the guy next door
mentioned Noreen was

the butterworth's
niece,

so I took a chance he
jumped her up the list.

I'll get me
plot back?

Well, you're next in
line when one comes free.

Oh.

It will give you a chance
to plan it properly.

Aye. That's true.

Where to sow
your busy lizzies.

Cheeky.

Touch the hunchback.

What?

For luck.

Oh.

There.

We need luck, do we,
to find our way?

No, no.
Um, lonely hearts

is...That way.

Good.

[Knock on door]

Just passing.
Thought I'd say hello,

pay my respects.

Can I, uh...

Dance isn't till
Saturday, tom.

Thought I'd celebrate
a bit of luck,

strong prospects
of a sale.

Oh, yes?
Yeah.

Lodger in?

She's doing
the mine tour.

I wondered if you might
fancy a noggin

up at black bull?

Thanks, but no.

Still missing Stuart?

It's only been
3 months, tom.

Seems strange,
Stuart not being here.

Been part of my life
ever since he used to

thump me at school.

Not only at school, eh?

Don't.

Might I see you
at the dance?

I have to be there.
I'm caretaker.

I wish you'd
take care of me.

Well, thanks
for stopping by.

I just want to put
me marker down.

I know Jack duckett's
gonna call on you.

There's no vacancies
here, tom.

Not for him?

Not for anybody.

Geoffrey: This is
where I got to.

Hetty: Lonely hearts?

No. This must be
happiness.

Well, whatever.
Let's get on.

They'll miss us
at any moment.

Right.

Are you sure
this is where

happiness lies,
Geoffrey?

Well, I think so.

It's different somehow.

Oh. That's the best
iron ore.

Well, you're
the expert, Geoffrey,

but to me, it's just
like wet Clay.

Here it is!

This is it,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

What?

All there is
is this

and this.

Moira: Well, it's
a locker key.

All the men at the mine
are issued with one.

And there's only one
locker this will fit?

Yes. Do you think
that's where

Stuart's book's
hidden?

I don't know until we
find the right one.

Men's lockers are
next to the museum.

[Thump]

[Door opens]

What are you doing
in here?

We found a key.

We wanted to see who
it might belong to.

Why not hand it in?

It's great research.

In here's a man's world,
one that women never see.

I wanted to cross
the threshold,

experience it firsthand.

Fair dues,
I'm out of order.

Tell me who the locker
belongs to,

I'll apologize
to him personally.

Apologize to me.
That locker's mine.

[Telephone ringing]

Hello?

Just ringing
to say hello

and that we're still
on the treasure trail.

I'm on the trail
of a job.

I've got an interview
this afternoon.

Mumfrey garage.

Aim for the stars,
eh, Geoff?

Oh, you'll find
the right job.

You reckon?

Well, wish me luck
anyway.

You've got it.
Oh, if you see

Mr. Wainthropp,
tell him Mrs. Wainthropp's

been down the mine,
and she's fine.

What?

Better just say
she's fine.

Right. Where are
you, Geoff?

Jack: I had nowt
to do with it, nowt!

No one said you did.

Anyone does, they can
come outside!

In a miners' pub.
It's a bit lively.

I miss you.

Oh, thanks.

Listen.
I've got to go.

We'll talk soon,
yeah?

Ok. Bye, Janet.

Hey, son.

Stood up
by your girlfriend?

Eh, that's the way
it is.

Hey. I'll have
that pint now.

Oh. Sure.
What is it?

Best bitter.
None of that lager rubbish.

Right.

Jack: I lost
the key yesterday,

or someone took it.

I'm always leaving
me coat lying around.

He did say he'd lost it.

Listen. I haven't got
any of the stones,

and anyone who s--

what are you
looking at?

Just want to order
a drink.

Two pints of lager, please.

Oh, no. Bitter.
Best bitter.

Man: There was a map.

Aye, Stuart's.

"X" marks spot.

Marked. Spot's
empty.

Who set me up?

Find out,
we hit the jackpot.

Then we hit him.

Hetty: Why hide
a locker key

in a hole
down a mine?

And there was nothing else
in that treasure chest,

just a bit of rock
to tell us the stones

had been lifted.

And Stuart's map.

Which must be
from his book.

Were you and Jack ever
involved with each other?

Well, we went out
a few times

in our teens,

but then we decided
to marry other people.

My marriage worked,
his didn't.

And he's single again.

Stealing Stuart's
book is not likely

to endear him to me,
is it?

No. I don't suppose
it would.

[Band playing]

Oh, the gay Gordons.

Can we still
call it that?

Of course we can.

Just remember what
it really means--

jolly, merry, joyous,
carefree, debonair.

Is that not so, Geoffrey?

What's that?

The gay Gordons
should stay that way.

It's not up to them,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

Hetty: Oh, it's good to
get out of redrigg

for an hour.

Geoffrey: Do you know
how many lakes there are

in the lake district,
Mrs. Wainthropp?

That locker key.
One.

Bassenthwaite.
That one.

All the rest are called
water or mere.

One lake
in the lake district.

Thomas escombe
told me that.

Did he, Geoffrey?

I'd hoped coming
up here

would clear our thoughts
on other matters.

Sorry, Mrs. Wainthropp.

That locker key.

Has to be a plant,
either for us

or somebody else
to find.

Who'd want
to do that?

Steal the book,
puzzle out the map,

find the minerals,

sell them on
for profit.

I can understand
all that,

but why this nonsense
of planted clues

for us to find?

To discredit
Jack duckett?

Yes, and if it is
a plant,

it can't be him,
can it?

This Thomas escombe.
Mm.

He's a bit
of outcast, you say?

Well, only because
he wouldn't put his money

into the mine.

He keeps asking me to buy
his terrible paintings.

He paints the mine,
does he?

He does.

Mr. escombe about?

He's gone
to Carlisle today.

He'll be back
tomorrow.

I'm in charge,
though I don't know why.

Paintings a bit slow
to shift.

He offered me one
instead of wages.

You'd be spoiled
for choice.

I wasn't spoiled
for anything.

Woman: Oh, your men
had it easy.

Automatic picks,
diggers. Ha!

I've seen my man come home
spitting up that red muck

for nigh on an hour.

Killed him eventually.

Some things they
don't talk about.

Two men killed here
in 1920s.

Widows got
�600 each.

But I heard there
were sometimes bonuses

the bosses knew
nothing about.

What do you mean?

Spar.

You're not referring
to a grocery store?

No, I'm not.
I mean the minerals.

I understand that
not all of them found

were turned over
to the owners.

Lads find a batch,
word would go round.

Be sweets for kiddies
that weekend.

How would they
be sold?

Hard to say.
Back of pubs.

Blokes who came wouldn't
advertise themselves much.

Where did they
come from?

Oh, all over.

Richard Rydell,
I remember him.

Well, you would,
wouldn't you?

Where did he
come from?

He's got a jewelry shop
in Carlisle.

Carlisle, you said?

Oh, Geoff passed on
a message

from Mrs. Wainthropp.

She's fine and hopes
to be home

in a couple of days.

Oh, right. Thanks.

Everything
all right, Janet?

Yeah.

No. Jobs.
All I'm offered

is grease monkey,
peanuts for wages.

Mm. Hard to find
sommat part-time.

Only trouble is, it's
easier to find a job

when you've already
got one.

Hey. That's right.
Thanks.

Thanks for what?

Well, for showing me
that one job

can lead to another.

Oh. Right.
Is that what I said?

[Band playing]

I feel like
cicely courtneidge.

Cicely who?
Never mind.

Turn. Turn!

Moira.

The hall looks good.

Thanks.

Fancy a drink?

Maybe later.

You looking
for someone?

My friend Hetty.

Oh, look.
She's dancing.

I can dance.

I know.

Well, how about it?

Excuse me.

Moira, can I interest
you in a noggin?

No, thanks.

It's that other dance,
isn't it?

Can't forget,
won't forgive.

I can.

I remember
that dance.

Oh, tom, please!

Me and him went outside,
squared up.

I hated that.

Me, too. Stuart gave
me a right good hiding,

but it's gone,
time's gone,

he's gone.

Yes. Excuse me.

Moira, listen,
listen.

I want to sell
the gallery.

There's nothing in
redrigg for us.

Why don't we move
away together?

I belong here.

A fresh start with
someone who loves you.

No. No. Now, let go
of me!

Oi, escombe!

No, no. Stop it!
Stop!

How could you?

Moira,
what's happened?

It's Thomas escombe.

He wants me to run
away with him.

He started on about
another dance years back

when him and Stuart
had a fight.

Over you?
Yeah.

Why can't he
just leave me alone?

I love Stuart.

I just want
his book back.

Help me find it,
please.

I'll try.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we've had a request

from a Mr. Thomas escombe.

"For a very
special lady--moira."

� Oh, it hurts
to go away �

� it's impossible to stay �

� but there's one thing
I must say before I go �

� I love you,
you know �

have you seen
Thomas escombe?

He took a pint
outside.

There's a yard.

� Time is moving on,
and I should be really gone �

� but you keep me hanging on
for one more smile �

� I love you �

� all the while... �

they do that
in Russia.

What?
Or is it Greece?

What are you
on about?

Just chatting.

Go away.

You've been talking
to moira.

Mind your own
business.

You wanted her to
run away with you.

Is that because you've
raised some money

from the mineral things
you took from the mine?

What?

I heard you'd gone
to Carlisle.

I phoned the jeweler,
Richard Rydell,

talked to his wife.

I described you
to her.

She said you'd been
into their shop.

She wouldn't say
what for,

but it's obvious--
to sell the stones.

Who the hell
are you?

A friend of a woman
who's lost her husband.

What have I done
that she won't

look, listen,
love me?

She thinks you're
not for her.

Then why should I do
her any favors?

It's chilly tonight.

I think I'll go
and light a fire.

No!

Just burning
some rubbish.

No crime in that.

You say you love
moira?

What kind of a love
destroys a thing

she cherishes?

Cherish? She doesn't
know what

that word means.

Stuart just
accepted her.

"The wife," he'd say,
"the wife,"

like she was just
any woman.

Jack duckett's
just the same.

Is that why you planted
those things in his locker,

to discredit him
with moira?

Aye. That lad Geoff
put me on

to where minerals
might be.

He asked about
lonely hearts

and happiness.

Thank him for me.

You say you love
moira?

If you burn
Stuart's book,

she can never
love you.

Stuart stole
those stones.

He was a thief,
yet she loves him.

I do the same
and...

And this,
well, this.

Here.

[Door opens]

Now, look, Jack.
I have something

for you
and all the lads.

Price in Carlisle
wasn't enough.

Take them.

They're no use
to me now.

Thank you.

I start work
tomorrow.

What doing?

Garage work.

Oh.

It's a start.

New lives take time
to plan.

Mr. Wainthropp
put me on to that.

The guy in the last case
found that out, too.

Yeah?

Everything he did
was for love.

Aw. I'm all for that.

Robert: And thanks
to Janet, I've been

reinstated to the top
of the waiting list.

Oh, that's good.

But I'm afraid
we may have to do

without runner beans
this year.

We'll survive
somehow.

What's that?

A present.

What is it?

Stuff that dreams
are made of.

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