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

Heartbeat, what does a love kiss say in my memory?

Took me best they did.

All tagged, were they, Mr Haggett?

No need.

All my stock have names.

Names? Aye. Tell them apart.

Well, all sheep look the same, don't they?

That's just like saying all folk look the same.

See them two?

Well, that one there is Bella.

How can you tell?

The grey mark on the nose, special to Bella. Just like your fingerprint is to

you.

And her there, Susan Too, a barren gimmer with a droopy eyelid. You'd

her, my love.

Well, you're the fifth farm to be raided.

You think it's the work of the same gang?

Well, they want it stopping, Constable. It's hard enough making a living up here

as things stand.

Yeah, we're doing our best.

I'm just kicking myself I didn't take Greengrass's offer.

Greengrass? Aye.

He came here the other day to buy some sheep.

But I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.

George,

are you all right?

I don't know.

I must have been going too fast.

It didn't look like it.

Are you sure you're OK?

Yeah, fine.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

You are charged that you did on or about the 12th of March at Ashfordly in the

north riding of Yorkshire steal two motor cars valued at

695 pounds contrary to section 2 of the Laughany Act 1916.

Peter Davis, how do you plead?

Not guilty.

Charles Hastie, how do you plead?

Not guilty.

Alan Mastle will rise.

You are charged with being an accessory after the fact of the said felony.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Are you in a position to proceed with the hearing, Sergeant?

No, Your Worship. There are further inquiries to be made.

We ask the court...

for remanding custody of A .C. Davis.

And Matco?

We've no objection to bail for Matco, Your Worship.

You ponce.

You crossing bastard. I'll get you. You hear, Matco?

Bloody copper. Hey, how lad can go down because of you? Alan's innocent.

Try to walk the police and this is what happens.

All are bloody same.

Bloody sheep!

Why didn't you drop the charge against Maskell, Sarge?

There's been an allegation, Rowan.

He didn't do it.

As soon as he knew the cars were stolen, he came to see us.

We've got statements saying that he was in on it from the start. Those two are

just trying to set him up.

Maybe.

I'm not dropping any charges until inquiries are complete.

You're all bought and paid for, Mr Blaketon.

Everyone's down on the sales slip. I like to keep things nice and regular,

know, like any honest farmer would.

Farmer?

Honest? Two lies in one sentence?

That's a bit strong even for you, Greengrass.

Sheep rustling? I honestly don't believe it. I mean, what exactly do you think I

am? We know what you are, Greengrass.

That's the point.

He never stops, does he? Rowan, I've seen enough.

Thank you.

So who is this Merton, anyway?

Oh, you remember.

The one in charge of the Gerrard murder case.

Chief Inspector.

Why does he want to see you?

I'm trying to do him a statement, I think.

He's coming all the way from London?

Why not?

Evening, George.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Hey, you see that bloke over there with the cap on?

That's Red Huggett.

You know him?

He named his sheep and came for it.

I thought we'd get that sort of inquiry.

What's that for?

You all right, George?

Aye. Really, the tray just slipped.

I'll soon have it tidied.

It's like George has been drinking the profits.

And you've nothing to add to this statement?

No, sir.

Come in.

Tea, sir. Oh, thank you very much. Thank you.

Right, lovely.

I was very impressed by your work on that case, Ron.

Thank you, sir.

You've got a good record, qualified for promotion.

And yet here you are, stuck out in the sticks.

Why?

Village Bobby.

Means I can work my own patch.

Is that it?

Well, it means I'm involved with people, not just crime.

That's important, is it?

To me.

How does the thought of moving back to London grab you?

London?

A job's come up.

That is, if you're interested.

And it would mean promotion to sergeant.

Afternoon, Alex.

Ah, Kate, dear.

Any history on George Ward?

Has he had a check -up recently?

George Ford? He's as strong as an ox. Why? What's the problem?

Well, the crash yesterday.

And he's been showing some odd symptoms.

Flaring his speech, poor coordination.

It's a drink.

It happened at ten o 'clock in the morning.

Well, booze, pub landlords.

It's an occupational hazard, isn't it?

Maybe.

Is this too?

It's a small experimental team to handle these drug cases, Ron.

And, uh...

I like to put your name on the short list.

Drugs. Ah, these so -called soft drugs.

The problem is that a lot of these pot smokers are normally law -abiding

citizens. And young people.

Exactly. And that's why we need officers with particular skills to handle them.

Otherwise, if we get it wrong, the public will turn against us.

Community policing.

It's like round here.

Right.

That sounds interesting.

I think you're right for the job.

Of course, my colleagues might think otherwise, but if you give me the go

-ahead, I'll go in there and bat for you.

Well, I'd like to be considered, sir.

We should have talked about it first.

Well, how could we?

I only found out about it just now.

Oh, and now it's all wrapped up and decided.

No, no, nothing's decided.

I've still got to go for the interview.

As simple as that.

Kate, you never wanted to leave London.

Now you've got a chance to go back.

You're not doing this for me.

No, for us, Kate.

Us?

No, you're doing it for you.

And if you can't see that, Negro, and you're not just lying to me, you're

to yourself as well.

I mean, what about the commitments we've made here?

Well, now you're saying you want to stay here.

I came here because I'm your wife and I love you.

That's not changed, but I have.

Well, I didn't know.

Yeah, well, you do now.

Or should I say, she wants that paint.

She showed me her room.

Isn't it good?

Norwegian wood.

Hey, copper, have a rear.

Stop telling me, copper.

Now see how it feels.

You still want to stay here?

Get lost!

Moving round London, busting pop stars.

Shall we have a look?

I bet Kate's pleased.

Never wanted to leave London, did she?

Ah, mixed feelings, really.

Seems we're about to lose you, Rowan.

Could be, Sarge.

My recommendation might very well have swung it for you.

Yes, Sarge.

That's great news.

But I thought you and Alan wanted to wait before starting a family.

Changed our minds.

Wouldn't it, Sandra?

Alan's gone, Dr. Rowan.

Gone where?

I don't know.

London, I think.

Why?

Police. Al Benton locking him up, weren't he?

That's wrong.

Nick said Alan would be cleared.

But it's not what people say, it's what they do.

Alan trusted your Nick and look where it's got him.

He doesn't even know I'm pregnant.

I see.

Do you think you understand?

Oh, yeah, I'm going to be your man.

See ya. See ya.

Don't get birds like that in Aidensfield.

That's for sure.

So is this all you do now?

Do what you want. Do what you like.

Be who you are. That's the crackdown here.

You've changed, Rick. You've changed a lot.

Changing times, man.

You looking for someone to crash?

Aye.

Sorry.

Yeah. No, I couldn't make it.

What?

What?

Alan's staying a bit. All right.

Who's going to crash?

Crash with Susie.

How would you like a new cellmate?

Okay.

Welcome to paradise, mate.

They're not grown yet.

They're our own vegetables and they'll be worth it.

Isn't it easier just to buy them?

Yes, but it's not the same.

Hello?

Scotland Yard on Wednesday.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure I can make it.

What time's the interview?

Right.

OK. I'll see you then.

Thanks. Bye.

You're going through with it, then?

Well, I've got to try, Kate.

I never thought you meant it.

Not really.

5 .16, 5 .16, 18, 5 .18, any more? 6 pounds, 6

a bee.

Six pound of eight, all done. Six pound of eight to go.

Six pound of eight.

Bill Everham, six of eight.

Thank you.

You've got them for now, don't you?

Just like I do, Governor.

It's pitch to boogers.

Morning, Sandra.

Sandra?

Kate said you'd know where I might find Alan.

What about him?

He'll only make things worse running away.

If he doesn't answer Belle, we'll issue a warrant for his arrest.

What can I say, Mr. Rowan?

Well, if he contacts you, tell him there's still time to sort things out.

Try telling that to our bank.

The loan Alan got to try and start up this place.

We're behind on the payments. They're trying to shut us down.

People like us just weren't meant to have bank loans.

No, rubbish.

Banks need people like you. That's how they make money.

I'll have another chat with the bank manager when Alan gets back.

Thanks.

Listen, about what happened round at your place the other night, I don't

it'll happen again.

It better not.

Where's Alan?

He's got this mate down in London.

His name's Rick Parker.

So what happens if you get job?

I can understand Kate not wanting to move again.

But I'm surprised at you. I thought you enjoyed it here.

Oh, I do.

But I never really saw Aidensfield at the end of their life.

I've just had Mr Ruggett on the phone.

He's found his sheep, Rowan.

Where? Turned up a sale at the market.

along with a thieving bugger that lifted him.

Go on.

Ask me who it was.

Go on.

Ask me.

Who was it, Sarge?

These six were taken from me.

Are you sure they're yours, Mr Haggett? Aye.

Sharon, landed in a ditch a year back.

LC9, come out of a tub I bought at Richmond.

Excuse me, I bought them yous last year.

Can you prove it?

Here, look at the tags. They'll tell you they belong to me.

Anybody can clip a tag on.

It's all a fairy story, this, you know. He's making it up as he goes along.

All right.

Anna, if she's yours, you'll know about her blemish.

What blemish?

Have a look under her chin, Constable.

She was cut under her chin when she was still a shilling.

Aren't you being rather economical with the truth?

I can go on.

I can tell you about Doris Nine's double tooth.

Polly's dip quarter.

Hang on, hang on.

Doris Nine's double tooth.

A double tooth gimmer.

Hey, hey, don't bother writing all this down, Constable Rowan. I tell you, them

yours belong to me.

Tell it to the magistrate, screengrass.

You'll be left out of court again, Blaketon. And I tell you, this time I

have you for wrongful arrest.

Rowan!

Charge him.

He can't. He's not got his helmet on.

Rowan! My office!

Now!

And shut the door!

Sit down, Rowan.

I've just had Maskell's bank manager on the phone.

He says the lad's absconded.

He's left Aidensfield. It doesn't mean he won't turn up.

If he's jumped bail, Rowan... He's not due to report until the day after

tomorrow.

Well, if he's not here then, it'll be you issuing a warrant for his arrest.

OK, Sergeant.

You set this ball rolling.

Maskell helped us and you charged him.

Now, when I'm in London, I'll take time out to find him.

I don't want him becoming a criminal because nobody cared enough to help him.

See you then.

All right.

Tell Sandra I'll bring Alan back with me.

Don't make promises you can't deliver, Nick.

Yeah, right.

And what about us?

It's only an interview, Kate.

We'll see what happens.

There's no need to hang about.

I can't. I've got patients waiting.

Doing a bit of train spotting, eh?

Nick's gone to London.

He's got a job interview.

What, you're thinking of moving?

I wasn't, but what I think doesn't count.

I thought that Nick was so happy here.

Well, is he very keen on this new job?

So it seems.

Well, I'll be very sorry to lose you both.

Who says we'll both go?

I don't want to upstick and go back to London.

Nick's got to consider my career for once. I can't keep following him all

the country.

Or is that exactly what you think I should be doing?

Support my husband at all times?

It's just that I thought you both fitted in so well here.

Well, I've certainly benefited from our association. I couldn't have gone

fishing otherwise, could I?

Kate, is there something else?

I just want us to stay here.

Look, I... I don't think it's the minute to say this, really, but... Yeah, I'm

thinking of retiring.

I thought that you could take over the practice.

Alex, you don't have to do this.

My dear, I know I don't.

I've just made it more confusing for you.

Thank you for the offer.

I'd love to accept.

If we're staying.

Nasty little school.

Blowing coffee pot.

One minute I'm holding it and it's all over the show.

Lost your grip on it?

Aye.

The same thing happened the other night, didn't it?

How do you mean?

Well, that tray of glasses you dropped.

Oh, that.

I was distracted by something, wasn't I?

Are you sure you're not overdoing it, George?

No more than usual.

Any tiredness?

Dizziness? Shortness of breath? Anything like that?

I'm all right, Dr Rowan.

Maybe I get a bit tired now and then, but it's not that a tonic as such can't

put the right to reckon.

I think you should be taking a teeth here, George.

Well, we'll see.

Kate, run.

I'll call an ambulance.

Stay where you are and lie down. I'll be there as soon as I can.

I'm sorry, son.

I was doing too much.

Don't blame yourself.

Alan was getting restless.

I thought having a baby would keep him from straying.

Can't keep a husband.

I can't even keep a baby.

No, don't say that.

It'll be alright.

You don't know what's going on.

You've been away for too long.

You can't come back.

You are still mine.

You're out of touch, my baby.

Not more than you, baby.

I said, baby, baby, baby.

You're out of touch.

Is Alan Muskell about?

Who wants him?

Nick Rowan.

Yeah. Come in.

Alan! Nick Rowan!

He's a copper.

of Alan?

What do you want him for?

It's personal.

Not seeing him?

Not for ages.

Who are you trying to kid?

Excuse me.

I've got an appointment with ACI Martin.

Dropping a coffee pot isn't a sign of illness.

Have you talked to him about his drinking?

I'm sure it's not drink. I think it's more serious.

Well, tell me again.

What are the symptoms?

Well, he keeps dropping things.

He slurs his speech. And he's got drooping eyelids.

But he hasn't actually come to you complaining about this little lot, has

course not. He's one of the old school.

You know, don't make a fuss.

But he needs help, Alex.

He shouldn't be driving his car for starters.

This could be it.

Myasthenia gravis.

What do you think?

Better get him in.

Good.

Well, thanks for everything, sir.

My only interest is finding the right man for the job. I hope we have.

When will I get an official decision, sir? In a couple of days. Bye, Byron.

Yeah.

Hi, it's me.

Listen, I'm not coming back this afternoon.

Why not?

Celebrating. I'm going to have another try for Alan. He opted when he saw me

last night.

So how did it go, the interview?

Well, I've only just come out, so it's a bit early to say.

Well, if you do see Alan, try telling him Sandra's in hospital. See if that

brings him to his senses.

What's happened?

A miscarriage.

And Alan didn't even know she was pregnant.

Is she okay?

She needs her husband.

Right. Listen, love, there's a queue for the phone number. I've got to go. I'll

see you when I get back.

All right.

Bye. Bye.

Nick Rowan?

Jerry!

Slap in the eyes, mate.

Hey, when did you move out of uniform?

After you dropped out to live with a sheep shagger. Here, do you mind?

Yeah.

Look at the ceiling, please, George.

Now try raising your arms again.

That's all right.

I'm just going to give you a little injection.

What's the matter with me?

If it's what I think it is, this should control the symptoms.

It'll take an hour or so to work.

So just relax.

The love of love is in.

What do you

think

of the club then?

Very correct.

I bet you've missed the action.

No, more like I've forgotten.

What's it like up there?

Well, you know, Yorkshire?

It's the place where men are men and the sheep are nervous.

Gives good service to Gemma.

What are you doing in a place like this, Jerry?

You put yourself about. It's part of the job these days.

What, holding hands with the enemy?

Hang about.

A few of the lads use the club as well, you know.

Yeah, there's something else I've forgotten.

Coppers and villains.

How typical he is to tell him apart.

Relax.

Some tea, George?

Thank you.

How do you feel?

Much better.

Look, no problem.

That's the injection.

What is it? What have I got?

It's called myosema gravis.

Something's wrong with your immune system, which means your muscles get

too quickly.

Can you cure it?

Not really cure.

But I've got you these prostigmine tablets.

They'll control it.

The pub.

I can't afford to give up.

Take the pills regularly.

And as long as you don't overdo it, you'll cope.

You're in your pub, George.

Where's Alan?

You again.

Where is he?

He's not here. Get out of my house.

I need to talk to him.

Clear off, copper.

His wife's in hospital.

She's had a miscarriage.

What?

Look, he's not here, on it. Where can I find him?

I'm here to help him. I could have had you lot busted by now.

Well, he could be anywhere.

We are a lot of help.

Tell Sandra I'll bring Alan back with me.

Don't make promises you can't deliver, Nick.

Yeah right.

And what about her?

Once I used to join in every boy and girl was my

friend. Now there's revolution,

but we don't know.

Look, I didn't know. Yeah, well, you do now.

How bad is she?

She's lost her baby.

You give her the elbow, she's been cropped up by the bank. How bad do you

she is?

You have to rub it in, don't you?

After the runaround you've given me, two rights.

Well, I thought you'd come to toss me.

Well, I bought you some family blankets.

Not much, but enough for you to get yourself something else.

Well, I appreciate it.

Like what you've done for me.

You screw up this time, that's the last help you'll ever get from me, all right?

Come on, boys, let's get these baskets.

Now, listen, listen, we've got nothing to worry about if you're not in

possession of any drugs. I'm clean. Now, if you are, I have to know right now.

I'm clean.

And what about the rest of you? I think I'm stupid.

Look, if you have, I'm finished.

Alan will end up in prison and the rest of you will have criminal records and

very stiff thighs. But I haven't got anything!

Well, then you've got nothing to worry about, have you?

Charge here.

I'm not nicking you all.

I'll teach you to slum it with a great unwash. What are you talking about?

Possession of dangerous drugs.

No, none of us were carrying anything.

What's this then?

Smarties. What is this? Stumped. By you and these other freaks.

And found in the wagon that brought you here.

Right, Constable?

Yes, sir.

Black. Bombers.

Dexys. Purple hearts.

Bit of your Afghan black.

You bastard, you planted that. Yeah, you did.

You two with them.

Others who need teaching respect.

All right.

Charge him.

What's your name and rank?

What did you say?

A few words.

Detective Sergeant Simerson.

Feel better now?

If you'd have been interested in searching us properly, you might have

warrant card.

I'm going to have you busted, mate.

Right, Sergeant?

You slag.

In the chilly of minutes of uncertainty, I

want to be in the warm hold of your love of mine.

To feel you all around me and take your hand

along the sand.

I bet I may as well try and catch the wind.

When sundown sails the sky, I want to hide a while behind

your smile.

And everywhere I look, your eyes are fine.

If I needed to love you now, it would be the sweetest thing.

It wouldn't make me think.

But I may as well try and catch the wind.

Oh, thanks.

So how was London?

Noisy.

You know what time it is.

They'll let me know in a couple of days.

And then it's make your mind up time.

Well, here's something else for you to think about.

While you were in London, I was offered a job.

Well, more than a job, really.

Alex is going to retire.

He's asked me to take over the practice.

Well, aren't you going to congratulate me?

Well, did you accept?

You may just be feeling sorry for me, but there's no going back.

Of course I'm taking it.

Anyway, your job's not official yet.

Well, it might be soon.

Busting a drug squad officer.

I certainly can't fault you for keenness.

The law applies to everyone.

Even coppers.

Especially coppers.

Yeah, well, I've got to go.

Nothing here to distinguish the animals in question from any others.

You can't hold me accountable for that.

I bought them used in good faith.

Any other means of establishing your ownership?

Only my word, which happens to be the word of an honest man.

We shall need a trifle more than that.

Oh, I know it means no to you. Oh, come now, Mr Greengrass.

Look, Your Honour, five times I've been in this court and each time I've gone

out like I've come in.

Innocent. It's persecution, Your Worship.

It's sounding of an honest man by him, Sergeant Blaketon.

Aidensfield Police.

Hello, Mr. Martin.

He's in court.

Yes, the moment he gets in.

Goodbye, Mr. Martin.

Sheep number five, Polly, a ewe tag.

Often, Your Honour. Nearly lost her.

Only the eat from the low oven kept her going when she were dropped.

Polly has the snagged left side tooth.

Sheep number six, Doris nine, a three -shear ewe.

Her tuck won first prize at Wetherby.

Clever old lasses, Doris. Best I ever found for finding stock buried in snow.

Doris has a mark on her ironed right side pin.

And all the clean knit from the dog, Your Honour.

Quite.

Well, thank you, Mr. Huggett. You may step down.

Sergeant?

Mr. Huggett is a distinguished expert on sheep, Your Worship.

You've heard Constable Rowan's evidence that Mr. Huggett unercitingly picked

those sheep out from many hundreds at Ashfordly Market.

I suggest the question of mistaken identity does not arise in this

Mr.

Greengrass. Your Honor.

We can see no reason why a man of Mr. Huggett's reputation and integrity

lie to this court.

We find you guilty as charged.

Guilty?

I bought them ewes fair and square. Mr Greengrass.

I can see what's going on. You're out to get me, ain't you?

It's him, Blaketon, isn't it? Him and you both, you big dog's breakfast. Mr

Greengrass. If you can't tell the difference between truth and lies, you

not as well be a magistrate. For the theft of six ewes, I fine you £100, and

wish it could be a lot more.

Next case.

You're proud of yourself, Blake. Such a thing as perjury, you know.

Got your own back eventually, didn't you?

Oh, for bloody sake, what are you?

Day to remember, Rowan.

First ever conviction against Greengrass.

There's something wrong here, Sarge. Mind you, 100 years ago, we'd have hung

him. Sarge.

Oh, Rowan, young Maskell, the case against him is dropped.

Dropped? Yes, I carried out a full investigation, discussed it with the

and we decided the other two were lying, trying to get revenge.

Well, that's what I said.

Well, I had to make sure, Rowan.

Maskell should have more trust in the law, and you should have more trust in

Mr. Huggett, the description you gave in court, it was different...

OK. No, no, thank you.

Yep, thanks a lot for your help.

Good news, Nick.

Elthrin police picked up sheep rustlers last night. Caught them red -handed,

they did. Well, apart from Greengrass's.

I think I just witnessed a miscarriage of justice.

What are you on about?

Greengrass wasn't involved in those raids.

Well, what about Uggit's identification of the sheep?

They made it all up.

They were never his.

There was a rumour some years back that Greengrass had had a bit of a fling with

Huggett's wife.

So Greengrass got done for something he didn't do.

Who's going to break the news to Oscar Blaketon?

Hmm?

Hello?

That man from Scotland Yard rang. He wants you to call him straight away.

DCI Merkin.

PC Rowan at Aidensfield.

Sorry I wasn't here.

You impressed the selection panel, Rowan.

You got the job.

Thank you, sir.

But before you accept it, there is one other matter.

This complaint you made against Detective Sergeant Simpson.

Rowan, this is a very serious complaint against a fellow drug squad officer.

We have our own ways of dealing with men like Simpson.

And it's not open to debate.

If you want the job, withdraw the complaint.

You better pack your bags.

If you're going, I'm staying.

Jane! Rowan!

I'm gonna get you!

I'm gonna get you!

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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

Riddle a pet and sing to me love's story.

And bring to me love's glory.

Heartbeat, why do you skip?

When my baby's lips meet mine.

Riddle a pet and sing to me love's story.

And bring to me love's glory.

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