[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.
Fancy stones from down under.
Here, Geoffrey.
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?
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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