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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

♪ BEATLES: Yellow Submarine In the town where I was born

♪ Lived a man who sailed the seas

♪ And he told us of his life

♪ In the land of submarines

♪ So we sail unto the sun

♪ Till we found the sea of green

♪ And we lived beneath the waves

♪ In our yellow submarine

♪ We all lived in a yellow submarine

♪ Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

♪ We all lived in a yellow submarine

♪ Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

♪ And our friends are all aboard

♪ Many more of them lived next door

♪ And the band begins to play

♪ We all lived in a yellow submarine

♪ Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

Come through.

You did that on purpose, Roger Platt!

I never did!

- He wants a kiss! - I don't!

RUSTLING

- Need a hand? - I can manage.

All the way through Belgium and Holland without a squeak.

Now he has to go and get a puncture!

Let me have a go.

Mam, I'm hungry.

Mmm, you're always hungry, gannet!

Oh, come inside, I'll make you a butty.

- On holiday, were you? - Aye.

Best bit were going over on t'ferry.

They were all sick as pigs 'cept me!

Wife's barmy idea.

Next year it's back to Morecambe, no danger.

- Lancashire folk? - Oldham.

But I've been working in Glasgow for t'past eighteen month.

Got a living to earn.

I've made a nice pot of tea, Constable.

Would you like to come inside for a cup?

Oh we'll have it out here.

It's warmer inside.

Fetch it out, Eileen! Stop fussing.

Constable's used to all weathers.

Did he come out of school with you?

- Course. Didn't he, Bobby? - Where is he, then?

One minute he's there, the next he mizzled off.

Don't blame ..., mum. You know what he's like.

RADIO: ♪ CAT STEVENS: Matthew And Son

KNOCK AT DOOR

RADIO OFF

Yes, Mrs. Plummer?

It's not good enough, Constable! It's just not good enough!

Oh, what is it this time?

The potholes them great heavy things have made.

One good downpour and we'll not be able to walk down that lane at all.

I take it you're talking about the fairground trucks?

It's a hazard to life and limb!

Well, caravans and tractors use that lane all the time.

They're not so big though, are they?

It's the same story every year.

That fair is nothing but trouble.

And if you were doing your job proper, you'd put a stop to it.

Well, I couldn't, even if I wanted to.

Most folk around here enjoy the funfair.

Oh, they haven't got it on their doorstep, have they?

They don't have to put up with the noise,

and the mess, and all the other monkey business that goes on!

There's a good few fields between that site

and your farmhouse, Mrs. Plummer.

We can still hear them, though!

I have my visitors to consider.

The stink of fried onions and God know what all over the place...

...not to mention the thieving! Nothing will be safe.

They're all villains, them lot. It's a known fact!

It's common land, Mrs. Plummer.

There's an ancient charter allowing fairs to be held on it

dating back to the year dot.

So that's it, I'm afraid. So my hands are tied.

Good afternoon.

- Well, thank you very much. - Thank you.

RADIO ON

PHONE RINGS

Aidensfield Police.

Yes, Mrs. Birdsall?

Well, how long has he been missing?

All right, I'll be right over.

I still don't know what we're bothering to stop for.

It'll break the journey.

Besides, lads'll enjoy it. Won't you?

Yeah.

They say there's some grand fishing here.

Your chest sounds fine, Mrs. Mercer.

Blood pressure's a little on the low side,

but nothing to worry about.

Yes, but I keep getting these pains, Doctor,

right across my shoulder blades and the back of my neck.

Have you been carrying anything heavy?

Well, not that I can think of.

If there's a lot of shopping, Michael fetches it.

He's very good like that.

You've had quite a spate of illnesses over the past few months.

Right nuisance, aren't I?

No, not at all. I just wondered if there wasn't a common denominator.

Are you under any particular stress?

I don't know what you mean.

It's just my back.

Well, I'll give you a prescription for an ointment,

see if that does any good.

Maybe you should try and relax more.

That's hard. I'm a right worrier, me.

So where exactly did you last see him, Jean?

On the path, along the edge of Kirby Forest.

You weren't holding his hand, like I said, were you?

I always get the blame, it's not fair!

She was kissing Roger Platt.

- I never! - She was!

He's a blooming liar! He tells lies all the time.

Stop it, you two!

There was no sign of him when you went back to look?

Not a thing. You don't think anything's happened to him, do you, Mr. Rowan?

He's just started school, you say?

The minute he turned five.

Couldn't wait to make friends of his own age, could he, Jean?

Could he have gone off with one of them?

Don't see how. I'll go to the village and ask.

Right. You two, come with me.

There you are.

And if there's anything else you need, just let me know.

And I do hope you'll enjoy your little stay with us.

Please, my dad said we can go fishing.

Oh, he's fishing mad! They all are!

Well, there's a beck over yonder.

But you're not to go down there on your own.

And I wouldn't let him go wandering off down that way, neither.

There's a fair setting up. And they're a very rough lot.

Don't worry, we won't let him go on his own.

Our Howard's already gone for a look.

Now, this odd-job man of yours, can he fix a leak for me?

Michael Mercer? Aye, he's that handy.

I'll get him to come around first thing.

Here, give us a ride, mister.

Fog off kids, we're not open yet.

Last year's lot gave us free goes.

This year's lot don't.

You can test it though, half price.

- Got no brass. - Well, that's your problem, son.

Will you take a swap?

Depends what you've got.

Go on, get the knife out.

Go on, then. Two goes each.

Three, it's a Swiss Army knife, is that.

Yeah, and I'm Elvis Presley! Go on, then, for your cheek.

Let her go.

♪ JO BROWN: A Picture Of You

His dad will be home any minute. He'll go potty.

Oh, we'll find him, Mrs. Birdsall. Don't you worry about that.

Delta Alpha 24 to Control. Are you receiving? Over.

Alf, I'm at the Birdsall's smallholding.

It's a quarter of a mile past the junction

of the Elsenby Moor Road and the Kirby Forest turn-off.

There's a small boy's gone missing. I'm requesting assistance.

Hang on, Alf, scrub that.

Where have you been?

You've had me worried half to death!

- Where did you find him? - Just coming home along the lane.

You all right, Duggie?

He certainly seems all right.

Where did you get to, eh?

Go on, you tell the constable.

Were you in the woods?

I was with me friend.

You'd no right going off like that, getting us in bother!

Which friend's this, then?

He had some apples.

He was with one of his new pals, same as you thought.

Don't you ever do that again, do you hear me,

or you'll get a smack!

No, Mam.

Sorry to have troubled you, Mr. Rowan. You little monkey.

It's no trouble. Just glad to see him back safe.

♪ LONG JOHN BALDRY: Let The Heartaches Begin

♪ I can hear the guitars start to play

♪ And very soon they say

♪ I was a fool to turn my love away

♪ And with each glass of wine I feel a glow

♪ And very soon I know

♪ I was a fool to let my baby go

♪ So let the heartaches begin

♪ I can't help it, I can't win...

Michael!

Tea's ready. It'll be getting dark soon.

Sorry, Mum. I didn't notice the time.

You shouldn't have come up specially.

I enjoyed the walk.

It's getting freezing.

Oh, er...

...Edna Plummer came round.

She wants you to fix some caravan tomorrow.

I'll go up first thing.

I don't like her. She's hard-faced.

She puts plenty of work my way.

Well, there is that.

- Busy surgery? - So-so. What's this?

Well, it was a fry-up, until a combination

of Edna Plummer and a missing kid put the mockers on it.

Just as well, it's disgusting!

It's been stood there 1½ hours!

It's real gourmet stuff when I first cooked it.

Nick, that junk wouldn't be gourmet stuff if Fanny Craddock had cooked it!

You've no idea, have you?

I managed to feed myself for a good few years before I met you.

I survived.

More by luck than good management! Give us a kiss.

What's that about a missing kid?

Ah, young Duggie Birdsall. He just toddle off.

Is he okay?

Yeah, he is, he turned up right as rain.

Put years in his poor old mum, though.

Double portion as usual?

Aye, go on then. You've twisted my arm!

You can afford it now, you're a bloody millionaire.

Ooh, I fancy being a rich man's plaything!

You wouldn't if you saw me wi' nowt on, it's not a pretty sight!

Evening, all.

- Hello, Constabule. - Cod'n'chips twice, please.

I'm Gina. George's niece from the pub.

I know.

How come we never see you in there?

You're not TT, are you?

- No, I just don't go out much. - You've got a girlfriend, then?

Gina, I thought I was s'posed to cross-question people.

And don't we know it!

Mr. Rowan's right, Gina love.

Leave the lad alone, you're embarrassing him.

I'm not embarrassing you, am I, Michael?

So how you fancy taking me to the fair, then?

- It's not open yet. - When it does.

I get petrified on the ghost train, me!

I can't imagine anything petrifying this one, can you?

- What you having, then, love? - Portion of chips, please.

Same for me, please, Frank.

Eat here or take out?

Eat here.

- Was it okay? - What?

Whatever you went to the village to check on.

Oh, yeah yeah, fine.

Good, we could do with an early night.

Oh, what's that smell?

- What? - Chips.

Oh yeah, I was just passing Frank Parry's and I felt a bit peckish.

Just passing, my eye. You went out specially.

I was hungry.

You had your supper not a couple of hours ago.

Nick Rowan, you're hopeless.

I know. And that's why

[both] ...you love me.

(CHUCKLES)

You're going to put it up on the side of the barn?

You what? Kath'd murder me!

I got enough stick over that picture of Bridgette Bardot!

My damn stomach!

Been pigging yourself again, Claude?

What no, it's this flaming indigestion I keep getting!

I'll... I'll see you.

Oh, you're leaving that?

Oh, I've gotta get summat for this.

He's going early, isn't he?

Must be poorly.

Must be.

'Ere mate, ain't you the old geezer we was told to talk to

if we fancy a nice juicy pheasant?

I might be. If I was, where would I find you?

Up at the fairground. Ask for Larry or Clem.

Alright, I see what I can do for you.

I'm not promising owt, mind.

What have you got there?

Your memory go back that far, does it, Grandad?

Not so much as your granddad, though I might be.

If you're interested, I'll give you five bob for it.

Fifteen.

Ten and it's a deal.

Go on, then.

Here. Don't spend it all at once.

Hmm?

Yeah, I thought I bring it to you give first review, you know,

cause I know you're interested in a bit of art.

Quite.

Where did you say you found it?

Er, a junk shop in York.

Not your usual territory, that.

No, I know, only I had to go and see my solicitor.

Huh, you've got a solicitor?

Well, aye. Mr Loomis, you know, of Clough, Naismith and Loomis.

They look after my financial affairs.

Well, I s'pose you need someone, now you're a man of substance.

What makes you think this is worth anything?

(BLUSTERS) Well, it is, isn't it?

Might be.

Aye, well, that's what I thought.

You know, cause I've started reading these books, you know,

on paintings and antiques, you know,

...cos, I mean, you never know when you're

gonna come across summat of value, do you, on your travels, like?

Indeed you don't.

How much?

Well, to anybody else, £25, Doctor.

Seeing as you've always had nice warm hands, I thought 20.

Your windfall hasn't changed your ways.

I mean, don't stop you having an eye for a bargain, does it,

just cos you've a few bob.

Well, what do you think, then? £20, is it a deal?

Leave it with me for a couple of days. I'll think about it.

Right, well... I'm not desperate, am I?

- Morning, Alex. - Ah, Kate!

I was just en route to see Nick, as a matter of fact.

- Is he still in the house? - Well, he should be there.

He's about to tackle a small Everest of paperwork when I left.

Excellent!

Oh Alex, before you go, do you remember a patient called Claire Mercer?

She registered with the practice just before I joined you.

Difficult to forget anyone like her.

Always pestering on about non-specific aches and pains.

Well, that's just what I was wondering about,

if there's wasn't something more to it.

Kate, she's had every clinical test known to medical science.

The results are always negative. The woman is a hypochondriac.

It's as simple as that.

Yes, but even if the symptoms are psychological

there has to be an underlying cause.

If I were you, I'd worry about your patients with real illnesses,

not imaginary ones.

It's very fruity.

I wouldn't have thought it was your sort of thing, though.

It's a Félicien Rops. Belgian. 1833-1898.

If you say so, doc. You're the expert.

I wouldn't say that, but I know it's worth a hell of a sight more than

the £20 that Greengrass is asking.

Never took Greengrass for an art buff.

Oh, he's not! He's certainly got a nose for a bargain.

So where did he get it then?

Well, according to him, from a junk shop in York.

[indistinct]

Well art it may be,

but it's not the sort of thing I'd hang on my living room wall.

Worth a few thousand quid according to Ferrenby, if genuine.

Well he is something of an expert in these matters,

so I'll bow to his judgement. Yes?

I've check through the stolen paintings in the police gazette, sarge.

There's water colors there, landscapes, drawings and figures,

and a couple of um...

What?

...lithographs.

Who're they by?

Géricault, Delacroix, Rops.

Give it here, man.

Géricault, Delacroix.

Did you have an education?

Not that sort, sarge.

Ah. At least you got the Rops right.

Félicien Rops.

Looks like it's the real McCoy then.

Well, there's been a spate of art thefts in France

over the last couple of months.

The French police seemed to reckon that they're being smuggled into the UK.

There's plenty of bent dealers down south.

So how did this land up here then?

Either way, it's a CID job. I'll get on to Strensford.

Meanwhile Rowan, I'd suggest a word in Greengrass's ear would not go amiss.

Greengrass, eh? The well known art lover!

♪ KATHY KIRBY: Secret Love

♪ Now I shout it from the highest hills

♪ Even told the golden daffodils

♪ That once... I had a secret love

♪ That lived... within the heart of me

♪ All... too soon my secret love

♪ Became... impatient to be free ♪

So, you gonna take us to the fair or what?

I don't know.

Don't you fancy me?

No, no, I think you're very pretty.

Nothing wrong with your eyesight, then.

Here you are. Mind you don't break them.

Driving around in that ridiculous thing!

Why, this is my pride and joy you're insulting here, missus!

Ta-ra, love.

How's it going up there?

Won't be long now.

Any sign of t'other fella?

He'll be here.

He'd better be. I can't hang around forever.

- What other fella? - George Taplow. Bloke at work.

You never mentioned him before.

He's a mate. He's booked in for a couple of days.

I told him we'd meet up. All right?

No, it's not alright! Not without asking me!

I don't know what's got into you these days!

Honest to God, I don't.

Can we go fishing, Dad?

Not just now, son.

Oh, it's not fair. You promised!

I said not just now, son. Be off wi' you!

Stop pestering, lad. Go and play wi' Brian.

Is nothing sacred? I'm having my damn dinner!

I want some information about that picture

you tried to flog to Dr. Ferrenby.

Well, what about it?

Well, I just like to know where you got it from.

And don't waste my time about junk shops in York.

I bought it off two lads in the pub.

Well, that's not what you told Dr. Ferrenby.

Well, of course it's not.

I mean, I had to make it sound a bit authentic, didn't I, being an antique?

You know, it's called salesmanship, you know.

Oh, is that what it's called?

These lads, who were they, locals?

No, couple of lads off the fairground.

That don't mean nowt wrong, I mean,

all sorts of people buy and sell things in the pub.

Especially if they're hot.

That picture is not hot.

Steam's practically rising off it and don't say you didn't know.

I'm on fire. Ooh.

What's the matter with you?

I've got damned indigestion!

Well, you shouldn't be eating that stuff then, should you?

♪ Come all without Come all within

♪ You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

♪ Come all without Come all within

♪ You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

Right, one's Larry and one's Clem. Which one's which?

Why d'you wanna know for?

For knitting you both jumpers with your names on.

A comic copper!

Oh, I can be hilarious!

Have you heard the one about the two blokes who worked on the fairground?

They both get done for handling stolen goods?

What stolen flaming goods?

How about a naughty picture?

We never nick that. We got it off some young lad.

- What's his name? - No idea.

Oh, so this lad that you don't know

just walks up to you and gives you a picture?

Not give. Swap.

A lot of the kids do it.

They can't afford the price for a ride, so we do a tradeoff.

We never thought it was nothing special.

So why'd you think it was worth swapping?

It was rude.

There's always a market for something rude, ain't there?

I want that kid's name.

Get it for me. If you don't, I'll do the pair of you.

No, it's not indigestion, Claude.

I want you to have some tests.

- What sort of tests? - An electrocardiogram.

I think you might have had a mild heart attack.

Oh, don't talk daft, doctor!

My heart's as sound as a bell.

All the same, I'm sending you in for an ECG, just to make sure.

Send me where?

Ashfordly General. They won't keep you in.

I'm sorry, I'm not going to no hospital.

There's nothing to be afraid of. You'll be absolutely fine.

But Claude, you're going to have to do something about your diet.

I'm not on one.

Precisely.

All those chips and pies you live on,

you're gonna have to cut those out.

You mean don't have no chips?

Right, Rowan, carry on.

Well, Greengrass got the lithograph off off two lads from the fairground.

Ah, I might've guessed!

Those kind of people, they always make trouble.

Right then, wheel 'em in.

Well, I was gonna bring 'em in, sarge,

but they say that they got it off some kid.

And I believe 'em.

There's one born every minute!

If they were any part of the gang that nicked the art works,

they'd hardly gonna flog it to Greengrass for ten bob, are they?

Well, that's a fair point.

Right, did you get in touch with DC Mitchell, Strensford CID?

I had a word, sarge, yeah.

He's got a massive workload on at the moment.

Wants me to investigate locally, keep him posted.

Oh, he does, does he?

I s'pose he thinks we've got nothing to do here all day,

except sit around eating cream buns!

What's to eat? I'm starving.

Who said romance was dead?

No, not dead, just knackered.

I've been traipsing around all over the place

looking for some poncy pictures [indistinct]

You know that they say steak and kidneys are aphrodisiac.

What do they say about grilled fish and salad?

- Grilled fish? - Hmm.

You've already barred me from Parry's chips shop,

isn't that sacrifice enough?

I saw Claude Greengrass today.

I reckoned he's had a mild heart attack.

- I thought he had indigestion. - Mm, so did he.

But I warned him that if he doesn't cut out all that fried food,

Alfred could soon be an orphan.

It's got nothing to do with me.

He's years older and four times as fat.

Carry on like you are and you'll soon catch him up.

Oi!

I want a husband to keep me company in my twilight years.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Yes?

How much longer is this Taplow bloke going to be?

Tomorrow. He'll be here tomorrow.

He'd bloody better be! Wife won't wear it much longer.

That's your problem, Mr. Currie.

You made the bargain. It's up to you to keep it.

Hey, come here. Come here, you can't go in there.

Come here, come here, come here. Right.

Now... hey. Hey Alfred, behave yourself.

Don't bite any strangers, will you?

And don't fret, I'll not be long.

- Right, who's first? - Me.

Come on in.

[indistinct]

Shoulder's no better?

Yeah, it's better.

I keep getting these headaches.

Right across my temples here.

And I take an aspirin, it does no good.

It could be eyestrain. Have you had your eyes tested?

Well, about 18 months ago, before we moved here.

The doctor said they were fine.

I'll just check them quickly.

You lived in Bradford, didn't you?

Oh, that's right.

Now just take your arm down. Thank you.

And look up. And to the right.

What brought you to this part of the world?

- Well... - Keep your head up.

We just fancied living in the countryside.

These various ailments you've been having,

they could be due to emotional causes.

Is there something you're not telling me?

Nothing! Will you... just stop asking me all these questions!

I won't bother you in future!

Delta Alpha 24 to control, are you receiving?

Control receiving, go ahead Delta Alpha 24.

Alf, I'm still working my way down Mitchell's list.

I've drawn a blank so far.

- Any luck at your end? - Negative.

Right. Well, I've got a couple more to visit.

And then I'm making my way back to Aidensfield.

I'll see you later.

It won't hurt, will it, Doctor?

Ooh, that's cold.

RADIO TALK SHOW

Fair opens today, Norman.

What about it?

The lads want to go.

I've already told 'em, we've no brass.

Spent enough on 'em this last couple of weeks to last a lifetime!

If you've enough for us to stick in this dump another couple of nights,

you've enough for 'em to have a bit of fun once in a while!

Howard? Brian?

Your dad says you can go...

Where's Brian?

I dunno. I thought he was with you.

Norman, our Brian's gone missing.

We have to go find him.

- Morning. - Hello.

What's all this stuff?

It's a talk I'm giving next week on healthy eating.

Oh, is that what doctors do?

It's what this doctor does.

I want my patients to know they'd be a lot

fitter if they chucked away their frying pan.

Do you know any miracle diets do you?

You ever thought we can eat chocolate and still lose pounds?

Only wish I did, Gina!

So this talk of yours?

It's gonna be the usual lettuce leaf rubbish, is it?

There's a lot more to it than that.

I'll give you a leaflet if you're remotely interested.

Go on, then.

Here, take a few. Give some to your friends.

Waste of time. All the girls round here are dead from the neck up.

Except you, Doc.

That berk from Strensford CID, DC Mitchell,

wants to know if Rowan's made any progress.

They've got the Yard on their backs.

Oh, he radioed in earlier, sarge.

He's still going round those dealers, auction houses, antique shops, etc.

Seeing if any of those art works off that list have turned up.

But he hasn't had a tickle so far.

(RADIO) 'Delta Alpha 24 to Control. Are you receiving?'

Speak of t'devil!

Control receiving. Go ahead. Over.

'Phil, I'm located at Moor Farm Caravan Site, Aidensfield,

requesting assistance.'

'There's a small boy gone missing. Over.'

Shall I go, Sarge?

No, I will. I'd like a word with PC Rowan!

If I need anyone else, I'll let you know.

He was only playing outside.

I've always told him about not going too far.

How old is he?

Five. He's due to start school next week.

Where have you looked so far?

Around the farm, down by the river.

His dad's searching the paddock.

That's the second 5-year-old boy who's gone missing this week.

Really? What happened to the other one?

Well, he just turned up. Said he's been playing with a friend.

- No sign. - He could be anywhere.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

I don't know what you're wasting your time for.

It's that lot you want to be talking to.

I've told him till I'm blue in the face! But does he listen?

Mrs. Plummer's got it into her head

that the fairground folks are responsible

for anything that goes wrong around here.

Right.

Well, it seems like a good place to start.

Let's get going.

By 'eck, Claude, you look like you've seen a ghost!

I think I might have, my own.

Give us a pint, George.

What are you doing here, any road?

I thought doctor said you had to rest?

I am resting.

I shall sit down while I drink my pint. Come on.

You should lay off the ale if you want to lose weight.

And you, Uncle George. It says so in here.

I don't want to lose weight. It's only her that says all that.

And you don't take orders from no woman, do you, Claude?

Nowt wrong wi' me.

Er, make that pint a dandelion and burdock, will you?

A bit early to start boozing, ain't it.

It's all that ruddy doctor's fault,

with her leaflets and her posters and her lectures!

To hear her, the great British chip is Public Enemy No.1!

She's quite right, Mr. Parry.

Right? Right?! The woman's only ruining my flamin' business!

- Hello, Claire. - Oh, hello.

- I s'pose you've heard. - What's up, Mrs. Birdsall?

Another kiddy gone missing now.

His mum must be so worried.

What did you say?

First this one, though he turns up, thank God,

now a little lad stopping at the caravan site.

Our Jean's gone up to help 'em look.

Bye.

I rang the hospital. I knew you'd be worried.

Worried? I'm not worried. What did they say?

Well, the ECG shows you have had a small heart attack.

Oh, my God.

Well, but it's only a small one and there's no residual damage.

I say, what did I tell you?

However...

...you are going to have to be a lot more careful in future,

and avoid all the risk factors.

Risk factors? What's them?

Being overweight, as I've already told you.

Not getting enough exercise.

In fact, Claude, you're going to have to adopt a healthier lifestyle.

No chips.

Won't be long now, love.

These good folk have turned up to help us find him.

He's been gone nearly three hours!

If anything happens to him, it's your fault!

I never wanted to come here in the first place!

Satisfied he's not here?

Far as we can tell.

Right then, where d'you want us to look?

You offering to help?

Contrary to what some folks say, we do have feelings!

Brass neck of 'em!

I told you they'd fetch trouble! I've warned you.

We need all the help we can get, Mrs. Plummer.

If these lads want to lend a hand, we'll be glad of it.

Well now, Basset Quarry might be worth a look.

It's disused now, but the old workings are still there.

Follow the local men, they'll show you where it is.

Leave it to us, mister.

Mister?! Sergeant!

- Here. - Yeah?

- That lad you got the picture from. - What about him?

- Is he here? - Yeah.

Where?

In the blue hat.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Mrs. Mercer, the way you left the surgery this morning...

Yes?

I didn't mean to upset you,

but you're obviously not well and for your sake,

I want to find out what's causing it.

Can't we at least talk?

You'd best come in.

What is it?

What's troubling you?

It's not me.

It's Michael.

Michael?

My boy! My boy...

Go on.

Well... him and Sally...

were childhood sweethearts.

They got married when they were eighteen.

Tom... was born a year later.

Just before Tom's third birthday,

Sally was crossing the road.

There was a hit-and-run driver.

She and the baby were killed outright.

Michael went to pieces.

He became so... so distant.

I thought it might... might help him to get away.

- So you moved here? - Mmm.

I prayed he would get over it.

But...

What's happened?

That little boy that's missing.

I think I know where he is.

♪ JIMMY RUFFIN: What Becomes Of The Broken-Hearted?'

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, I'm sorry. I... I didn't know if I was imagining things.

And I was scared what might happen to Michael.

He's been through so much.

You haven't got any children, Dr. Rowan.

When you have, you'll understand.

♪ What becomes of the broken-hearted

♪ Who had love that has now departed?

♪ I know I've got to find some kind of peace of mind

♪ Baby

I got your message.

Mrs. Mercer thinks she knows where we can find

the little lad that's gone missing.

I'll follow you.

Did you suspect he might do something like this?

But he'd never harm a child.

He loves children.

He just wanted to be with a little boy for a bit.

You know, to do the things dads do.

Tom would have been five this week.

He saw the children coming back from school.

It all came back to him.

♪ What becomes of the broken-hearted?

♪ Who had love that has now departed

♪ I know I've got to find some kind of peace of mind

Stay there.

♪ The roots of love grow all around

♪ But for me, they've come tumbling down

♪ Every day, the heartaches grow a little stronger

♪ Cos I can't stand this pain much longer

♪ I walk in shadows, searching for the light

♪ Cold and alone, no comfort in sight ♪

Hello, Michael.

Oh, Brian!

Oh, lovie!

Come inside and I'll make you some nice hot chocolate.

Thanks again, constable.

That fella!

I hope they put him away for a long time.

You can't just walk off with other people's children.

He deserves life for what he brought us through.

He didn't actually harm Brian in any way.

You can rest assured the appropriate action will be taken.

So it bloody well should. Excuse me, constable.

Howard!

You going to the fair later, then?

Yeah. Me dad says we can.

Two blokes that work there, Larry and Clem.

Yeah, what about 'em?

Well, they said you swapped them a picture for a free ride.

So what if I did?

Depends whose picture it was in the first place.

They're only stupid pictures.

There was a whole lot there, you know. Just boring stuff.

I didn't think he'd miss one.

Who wouldn't?

Me dad. They were all dumped in his fishing tackle bag.

So you just helped yourself?

Ah, you won't tell him it's me that took it, will you?

Well, I can't promise anything, son.

You want to think before you go taking things that don't belong to you.

So does your dad!

Can I come in, Mr. Currie?

So where did you get them?

Take your drink outside, son.

And stick wi' our Howard, d'you hear?

Was it Rotterdam?

Yeah. This bloke comes up to me and asks me

how would I like to make myself £100.

Says all I have to do is fetch some paintings back wi' me

and hand them over in Hull.

They don't search caravans, takes too long.

You knew it was smuggling?

They're only pictures, they weren't bloody gold bars.

I don't know what's come over you, Norman Currie.

I'm so ashamed of you!

I've never done owt like this before.

He hasn't, Mr. Rowan.

He's never taken so much as a teaspoon from Kardomah!

You know how long it takes me to earn £100?

But you didn't give the pictures to this man in Hull?

No.

He tells me I'm to fetch 'em up here and meet up wi' this Taplow bloke.

And he'll give me my brass.

You told me he was a mate from work!

So where is he?

He hasn't flamin' turned up!

She says he'll be here tomorrow. Definite.

Who does?

Edna Plummer.

You mean she's part of it?

That's why we had to come up here.

I'm sorry, Eileen.

I've been a right mug.

LOUD POP MUSIC

SHRIEKS OF EXCITEMENT

♪ AMEN CORNER: High In The Sky

♪ We'll fly high in the sky, girl, just you and I

♪ We're two of a kind

See? You missed.

♪ We'll fly high in the sky where rivers go by

♪ Leave troubles behind

♪ We'll fly high in the sky, girl, just you and I

♪ We're two of a kind

Thank you. Can I have another go?

You sure you haven't stuck these on?

Leave it to the expert.

Almost! Now watch this one.

Lucky!

See Gina's sorted him out, George.

Oh, he's a good lad, really.

There's a bit of talk down the pub, mind.

There's nothing wrong with Michael.

He's been suffering from depression, but that's being treated now.

Mind you, your Gina's a better tonic than anything

my profession could prescribe!

Hey, that's a turn-up for the books, eh?

Edna Plummer a villain!

Yeah! She got involved through her brother in Hull.

What will she be charged for?

Handling stolen property.

Here, fancy going the dodgems, George?

- Oh, no, no... - Come on, George!

No, I've got... I've got an empty stomach.

No, I'm gonna get something to eat.

- Alright. Mind the coconut. - Oh, alright.

I'm driving!

No, let me drive.

Hello, Frank.

My flamin' business is going down the drain, thanks to you!

I don't know what you're talking about.

My livelihood is being threatened by your so-called advice, that's what!

Kate's only doing her job.

Well, I wish she'd go and do it somewhere else!

Don't worry about him, love.

His livelihood's threatened cos he sells soggy chips!

He's eating candy floss!

He doesn't listen to a word I say!

Like somebody else I know!

Take that!

Ey. Serve him right, grumpy old beggar!

♪ Bend me, shape me, any way you want me

♪ Long as you love me, it's all right

♪ Bend me, shape me, any way you want me

♪ You got the power to turn on the light ♪