Original subtitles

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

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

Good morning, Rowan. Morning, sir.

Looks like everything's under control.

I think so.

I never leave anything to chance.

An example our local police will follow, I hope.

Once upon a time, long, long ago, rural events in this area were crime

-free, but not any longer. Why is that, Ventress?

Because, Sarge, the days when everyone knew their place and there was a place

for everyone have gone.

Well done, Ventress.

People confuse liberty with licence and forget all about obligation and

responsibility.

Which is why this weekend, all three of you will be on duty at this year's

country fete.

Yeah, but, Sarge... I've cancelled all leave, Bellamy.

Sarge... And that's final.

Captain, it took a while, team.

You'll have to go in disguise.

The man in the iron mask.

Dr. Roy?

Hello, Tim.

How's Mrs. Stockdale today?

Well, a bit tired, but fine.

She's not been overdoing it, has she?

Well, you know, Mother, if she wants something doing, she's not going to have

others do it for her.

She really must take it easy, Jim.

Well, I tried to tell her, but it just goes in one ear and right out the other.

I'm a bit still in working order.

Not too bad, but you've got to take things gently.

Well, I can't take out yet.

Not until Margaret gives me my first great -grandchild.

Any sign of that happening?

Well, she mustn't have said anything.

And her father would be the first to know.

But she's coming to visit soon, so you can ask her yourself.

You might be able to encourage her to take a leaf out of your book.

Listen, I'm hardly an advertisement for family planning.

This wasn't meant to happen, you know. If it happened, it was because it was

meant to happen.

I mean, it's wanted, isn't it? Yes, yes, of course.

You young folk, planning and plotting.

It means note where the important things of life are concerned.

It was all joy for me when I carried me first.

And I suppose you can double that, seeing as you had twins.

Robert and Charlie.

A couple of lovely lads, like.

I bet you've forgotten which is which.

The one on the left, Charlie, isn't it? No, that's Robert.

I'll get it right one of these days.

thought the same, inseparable, in life and in death.

We'd been killed both on the same day in 1916.

Oh.

Was that the girlfriend of one of the twins?

It was her.

Oh, no, nothing like that.

Yes. Come on, Jo. Come on.

I could teach you.

This is private property, you know? I know that, yes, I know.

I'm on my way up now to see the Colonel himself.

Concerning our entry into the Dirtier Challenge Cup.

Oh, you're just spying on the layout of the track, is that?

Well, now, officers, there's no harm in that now, is there?

All in the name of the good sport.

Well, seeing as you're a competitor, your name should be down on my list.

Napa Minto.

Is that the same Minto as down here as last year's cup winner?

The same officer, the same with the same lurcher hound that won it for me.

Nice looking dog.

You have a good eye on you.

She's what we call a flyer officer.

Feet like a cat, ears like a bat and a tail like a rat.

Oh, the notable features of the unbeatable long dog.

Good dating officer.

Come on, John.

There it is, right? There we are, son.

OK, Johnny, stop peddling!

Well, go on, son!

Bring the rabbit back, Johnny!

What are they up to?

He's training Alfred for the Lurcher Challenge Cup.

It's one of the main events at the Fete.

Oi!

Shouldn't he be running after that?

Don't you, Scott.

You know his trouble, don't you? He's too flaming intelligent.

He knows it's only a skin. He knows if he catches it, there's no to eat in it,

so he won't bother.

So what are you going to do?

I don't know.

Probably stick a pork pie in it, see if that'll get him going.

All right, best of luck. I think we'll need it.

Not too fast this time. Go on.

How's his training going? Is it worth having a bet?

I've got him chasing at last, but it's costing me a fortune in pork pies.

You what?

Don't worry about it. It's a long story.

You reckon you'll beat Minto's dog this year?

He'd have beaten him last year if it hadn't been for Minto's lot of nobbling

him. We don't have to worry about that this year, though, do we? Because from

what I've heard, Minto reckons he's not coming.

So who's that?

A lying swine.

Yes, well, I'll leave London early.

I should be in Edenfield by about lunchtime.

I can't say exactly how long I'll need the room.

About three days at the most, I should think.

Fine. Thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Goodbye, Mr. Ward.

When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom Let it be

And in my hour of darkness She is

standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom Let it

be Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be.

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,

there will be an answer, let it be.

For though they may be parted, there is Still a chance that they will see.

There will be an answer.

Let it be.

Let it be.

Let it be.

Let it be.

Let it be.

Yes, we spoke on the phone yesterday.

My name is Franklin.

Oh, aye.

Well, nice to meet you, Mr Franklin.

As soon as you've booked in, I'll show you up to your room.

Thank you.

First time in Aidensfield, Mr Franklin?

No. No, as a matter of fact, I trained up here during the First World War.

Even drank in this very pub.

Excuse me.

Are you the village constable?

P .C. Rowan.

Can I help you?

I've come to report a lost suitcase.

I took the northbound train from King's Cross and changed onto the branch line

at York.

So when did you first realise it wasn't yours?

Oh, well, not till I opened it to unpack just now at the Aidensfield Arms.

Oh, some woman must have picked up yours by mistake.

Yes, well, I didn't really notice who was sitting near me. I'm afraid I was

asleep most of the journey.

Well, did you have your case when you changed trains?

Yes, but, well, I couldn't be sure. You see, that case is identical to mine.

You mean it's similar?

No, no, no, it's identical.

Same shape, make, right down to the maker's stamp on the inside there.

Are you sure? This is handmade locally.

Yes, well, my wife was... My late wife was a local woman, and

the case belonged to her. But look, it's not the case. It's my main concerns

were the contents.

Were you carrying valuables?

No, no, nothing of monetary value, but... You see, my wife died recently,

it was her wish to be laid to rest here.

And that's why I've come. It was her last wish.

And I've botched him.

Kate?

He's a bit upset.

What's the problem?

That suitcase.

He didn't have his life savings in it, did he?

No, his wife's just died.

Her ashes are in it.

The transport police will check all the stations up and down the line.

What if it's being stolen?

Well, as you've ended up with an identical case, the chances are it's a

mistake.

So hopefully whoever took yours will be just as keen as you are to put it right.

Here we are.

Ah, thanks, sir.

So your wife came from up here?

Yes, we met when I trained up here during the First World War.

Never made... Oh, thank you.

Never made it overseas, though. I had caught some shrapnel in my leg during

training and didn't do much for my state of mind either, letting all my pals

down. I'm sure nobody felt you let them down, Mr Franklin.

Well, I felt I did.

So few of them came back.

Oh, no, no, if it hadn't been for life, I... Does your wife's family still live

here? Yeah, I assume so.

They lived in a place called, what, Scartop Farm?

The Stockdales?

That's them, yes.

Well, in what way was she related?

Well, she was the daughter of Hannah Stockdale.

But I doubt if she's still alive.

She is.

I'm her doctor.

I know Mrs Stockdale pretty well, but she never mentioned a daughter.

No, she wouldn't. You see, my wife left home at 18, never came back.

There'd be no...

No further contact with the family.

Then there's nothing in any of the lost property offices.

Well, you will treat this as urgent?

All right. Thanks. Bye.

Well, there's no suitcase anywhere along the line, and nobody's reported one

missing.

Henry Goodchild of Ashfordly, Al.

They still in business?

Oh, long gone.

Taken over years back by Hornby's, the shoe shop.

Why? Well, I was wondering if they might still have the old records.

That's a long shot.

Yeah, worth a try, though. I'll nip round and see.

Good luck.

All this talk of death makes you realise how important it is to keep up your

strength.

Human ashes.

It reminds me of a woman who kept her old man's in a sprinkler -topped urn in

the kitchen.

Most unpleasant.

Oh, that.

Well, a guest at dinner and stuck it with a pepper pot.

We've asked the lost property officers to check again.

And we're also trying to find out who bought the suitcase you took by mistake.

Who bought it? Why, it's so old.

Yeah, I know. They have records of the craftsmen who made it in the local

history museum.

Well, I do need that case. You see, as things stand, I can't even make

arrangements for the church service.

Well, you didn't sort it out in advance?

No. No, I didn't. Well,

there's nothing to stop you sorting it out in the meantime.

No, indeed not. No, well, in fact, I'll do that today.

Now, about Mrs Stockdale.

She suffered from a chronic heart condition.

So if you do need to contact her, it might be better to do it through her

Jim.

Jim? He was the youngest.

He runs the farm now.

So the twins turned their back on farming?

Well, no. No, they were killed during the First World War.

Oh, don't worry, Mr. Rowan.

As soon as you find my case, I'll do what my wife asked and leave.

Go on! Go on! Go for it! Go for it! Oh, look at that!

Look at that!

Look at that! Look at that! Look at that! Look at that! Look at that! Look

that! Look at that! Look at that! Look at that! Look at that!

Look at that!

Yes. I've been to see the rector.

Now, listen, it was my wife's last wish to be laid to rest in the family burial

plot. I now learn that as head of the family, only Mrs Stockdale can grant

permission, so I'm going to have to see her after all. She's a frail old lady,

and any sort of stress could have serious consequences for her. Look, I've

wish to harm her, but I intend to see that she does the right thing by her

daughter.

Let's go and see Jim.

Evening.

Ah, mother will be pleased.

Bit of a bonus having you both here at the same time.

It's you you've come to see, Jim.

Do you know a Howard Franklin?

What about him?

Well, I think he's coming to see you.

Why is that?

To arrange a burial service.

I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

Eliza died a few days ago.

Your sister asked for her ashes to be interred in the family plot.

But your mother has to give her permission.

He wants to see her, Jim.

He'll get nothing from Mother.

Not even the time of day.

But if you speak to her, explain what he wants.

Liza... She left home almost 50 years ago.

Mother's never talked about it to anyone, not even me.

She can't avoid it now.

You must try and make her see that, Jim.

Telling Mother that Liza's dead won't help.

It'll destroy everything she's...

I've lived in hope of since Liza left.

It's about the worst you could do to her.

Wait here for me please

Hello? Hello?

Mrs Stockdale?

If it's my son you want, is it Aidensfield just now?

No, it's, uh... It's you I've come to see, Mrs Stockdale.

You.

We have important matters to discuss.

Family matters.

I have nothing to say to you, mister.

It concerns Liza.

If Liza has anything to say to me, she knows where to find me. That's not

possible. Don't I know it?

After giving herself over to a man like you.

Liza is dead, Mrs Stockdale.

I lost her just over a week ago.

It was all quite sudden.

You lost Liza over a week ago.

We lost her long before her.

You saw to that, didn't you?

No.

I didn't come to rake up the past.

It's to ask your help.

You'll get nothing from me. Not a thing.

So don't bother to ask.

I'm asking on Liza's behalf.

You've told me all I want to hear about Liza.

Now go away!

All right, I'll go, but I will be back.

I'll be back just as often as it takes to persuade you to do the right thing by

your daughter.

I don't have to remind you lot that we're on show here today, so keep your

about you. Bellamy, you're first on the main gates.

You two, circulate.

You two, mind the tent.

Well, come on, Bellamy, move.

Sarge, I, uh... Oh, what is it?

Well, I'm the captain of the actual Tug of War team. And this afternoon, we've

got a match against the Edensfield Arm. One hour, Bellamy, that's all you've

got. One hour, and then back in Unipool.

i'm glad you

That's a lot, Gina.

I'll join you as soon as I've tidied up here.

Uncle George.

He looks like he could do with a bit of company.

Mr Franklin, have you anything arranged for today?

No, not really.

Not much I can do till my suitcase turns up. Why don't you come to the Fed?

Well, no, I mean... I hadn't planned.

It would be better than being here on your own.

You could always help Gina out in the beer tent if you want something to do.

Yeah.

Thank you. Hello, Norman.

Thank you. Hello, Al.

That's what I like to see. A chap doing his job to my high standards.

Uncle George, I've done this before.

Come

on,

Dale!

Oh, go on!

Hey, Jim, stop Dale trying to get in touch. His mum's had a funny turn.

She's not at the door.

Were you here when he came to see her? No, we missed each other. I'd gone to

Aidensfield to see him, would you believe?

I thought maybe we could talk something.

Why do they hate each other so much?

It's a long story. I was too young to understand what happened.

Your blood pressure's right up.

I'm still here, aren't I?

Yes.

Was it Mr Franklin's visit that upset you?

How do you know about Howard Franklin?

I met him yesterday.

He turned up at the police house to report a lost suitcase.

Did he indeed?

Do you know why he came here?

I'm not interested in anything that man has to say.

Not even if it concerns your own daughter?

She was the girl in the photograph with Robert and Charlie, wasn't she?

And she married Howard Franklin.

He told us.

It was your daughter, wasn't it?

Yes. He came all this way to tell me she was dead.

You had a right to know.

I haven't seen or heard of Liza for nearly 50 years.

She left us to go to him with only a note to say she'd gone.

That was a long time ago.

What's that supposed to mean?

A child is for life.

He took hers away from us.

just as surely as he took the lives of Robert and Charlie.

How can he be responsible for your clan's death?

They died in the war.

It was because of him that they joined up and were killed.

My three eldest, all lost because of him.

Gerard, you can fly me a boat.

Come on!

Liza had gone starry -eyed over him.

I blamed myself for letting it happen under my nose.

But it was then he started to work his poison on the twins.

How do you mean?

Howard Franklin had war fever.

And my Robert and Charlie were taken by it.

They didn't have to join up.

Working the land was a reserved occupation.

But they went all the same.

Try not to upset yourself.

I've never told anybody this.

I couldn't, cos it cut too deep.

But, you see, I always thought she'd come back home again.

Why do you think she didn't?

Well, it was a hymn.

He did it, Howard Franklin.

He kept her away.

Are you sure about that?

Well, he did it to spite me.

I wrote to her once to tell her that the twins had been killed and that her

husband was responsible.

But she never answered.

You see, I've never stopped hoping that she would find the courage to break away

from him.

And somehow find a way back to where she belonged.

Give me that, Doug.

Onions? Ah.

You've got to be joking.

You're having nothing till you've raced.

You can't run on a full belly.

Er... I tell you what, give us another half dozen, will you? I'll pay for them

now and pick them up later.

All right. Sir.

It's incredible she kept it bottled up for so long.

Well, blaming Franklin doesn't make sense.

I know, but it's all tied up with her love for her daughter.

She really wanted Liza to make contact with her.

So why didn't Hannah make the first move?

She did.

She wrote her a letter when the twins were killed.

Liza never replied.

Well, that wasn't his fault.

Hannah thinks he forced Liza to cover all contact with the family.

Oi!

Oh, Nick, I've got a message for you.

From the station.

It was that suitcase.

They found it.

Where was it?

Well, it belonged to a woman from London.

She was on her way to Aidensfield.

Is she there?

No, she stopped up in Doncaster.

That's where the mistake happened.

But she's coming here later.

That's good news for Franklin.

I'll go and find him.

Here we are.

I bet you've noticed a few changes in Aidensfield.

Well, actually, it's much the same as I recall it. But I see there's a war

memorial on the green. I might just go, pay my respects this afternoon.

Feel free, Mr Franklin. You've been very helpful.

You shouldn't be stuck in here all day, are you again?

Well, if you're sure.

Of course I am. Go on, I'll finish this off.

I'm sorry, Colonel.

If he hasn't got a badge, he can't come in here. Quite all right. He's a

competitor. He's a friend of mine. Is there a problem, sir? Oh, one of the

shooters has lost his lapel badge.

But it's all right. I know the chap personally.

Well, what happened to him?

Oh, he lost it or mislaid it.

Well, we'd better check and see if anything's missing.

If it is, it would be most unfortunate, Rowan.

Message from Team Captain. They're running low on ammo.

He wants you to carry over a couple of boxes.

Now? Double pronto, old chap.

Or worse to that effect.

Right.

Anything missing, sir?

Thankfully, no. All property accounted for.

Everyone's here who should be.

Well, all except two, but they're personal friends of mine. They slipped

earlier to rescue a wife from a broken -down car.

Did they have their gear with them, sir?

If by gear you mean their shotguns, no.

They're quite safe. I'm personally responsible for their security.

Where have you put them, sir?

I tucked them away out of sight over there.

Have you been here since your friend left?

Oh, don't be ridiculous, Rowan. I do have a fate to run, you know.

Mind if we look inside?

This tent has been occupied since the fate opened.

And I would appreciate as little time wasting as possible.

What are these?

Huh?

What?

I don't know.

I think you need to contact those personal friends of yours, sir.

Well, you can safely leave it to us, Colonel.

Yes.

Quattro.

We've got a description of the man who thinks Nick the lapel man.

Some joker pinches an entry badge, strolls in here with a dummy case,

it for one with a pair of shotguns, and nobody noticed.

We'll go in on the description, Sarge. You look the part.

Sarge!

Sarge. Some bloke's just walked off with three revolvers.

He what?

This lad here saw them.

He had dark hair, late 20s, well -spoken.

I mean, it looked like he belonged here.

Could be the same bloke, sir.

Well, when did this happen? How long ago?

Many years ago, Sarge.

Right, Bellamy, you and Ventress get down to the main gate and search

as they're leaving.

Bags, car boots, anything that looks suspicious.

Right. Rowan, you walk round with this lad, see if he recognises anyone.

Any problems?

Easy. Right, time to shut up the shop.

George.

Do as I say. We'll look after Alfred for a few minutes with you. I am a bit

busy, Claude. Only be a couple of minutes, all right?

How are you going?

Don't ask, Claude.

What's up?

Magician's assistant turns up five months pregnant.

Going to have to cancel the act.

A bit of a shame, isn't it? Hey, I might be able to tell you.

There's Gina.

Gina. This is Gina, George's niece.

She's in show business.

Could be your big chance.

Artiste, are you, Gina?

Me? Oh, yeah.

I'm still making my way, though. Like I say, my magician, the great Malik.

Needs an assistant.

Well, I can do that.

Why don't we go and have a little word, then?

Will you excuse us, George?

Told you, didn't I? I could be your agent.

What's the act, Claude? Oh, it's magic.

I mean, it really is.

It's all done with a box and thousands of swords.

What's Gina's part? Part?

Could be part.

Oh, really?

She just volunteered to have herself cut into pieces.

Go on, then. Three dashes, six pence.

No more to go.

Three dashes, six pence.

Where?

That bloke over there with the hot dog.

Well, he's changed his clothes.

But I think it's him. All right, do me a favour.

Get back to the police, then. Tell the sergeant to wait for me at the main

Right. Uh -huh. It was the man, Fred.

Uh -huh, it was the Manfred.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Uh -huh, you're the man, Prince.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Is that them? Yes.

Do you mind if we look in your car, sir?

Not at all, officer.

There are nothing here, Crouch. Think you could have dumped them?

Yeah, possibly.

You might be working with somebody else.

Hope's playing, Sarge. I think it'd be best for you, sir, if you'd volunteer to

put those weapons back.

Weapon?

Sorry, not with you, officer.

Ventress, take him down to the station.

I want him for questioning.

Where did you get your hot dog from, then?

We authorise traders so much.

What are you talking about, Rowan?

That hot dog van.

Not on the list, no.

One down the far end.

He was hanging around it just now.

Right, let's go.

Can you switch off, please?

Had a good day?

What's wrong?

Are you authorized to trade here?

Hold that.

Well, I tried the office. There was no one there.

Would you mind if we look in the back?

You've been selling hot food without permission.

We have to check that your facilities are up to scratch.

Nick, there's a message for you.

Oh, thanks, Phil.

Now, give Gina a lovely round of applause, ladies and gentlemen.

And now, the lovely Gina will prove that it is quite safe for

members of the public to be pierced with swords by the great Malik.

Are you all right, love? No.

Just relax, then.

If all's happens to my niece... Claude, I'll hold you responsible.

Don't worry.

If something goes wrong, she'll just get a few stabbing pains.

The Great Valley, ladies and gentlemen! The West Riding's medical maestro of the

storm! Get out!

Kate, have you seen Howard Franklin?

Gina said he'd gone for a walk around the village.

I'd sent a note giving ownership of that suitcase he took by mistake.

It's one of a pair made for the stockdowns over 60 years ago.

I thought you said the owner came from London.

Yeah, I know.

Margaret Holwood.

Oh, no.

That's Jim Stockdale's daughter.

If Hannah finds out her daughter's ashes are in that suitcase, it could be one

shop too many. When does she get here?

Oh!

Hey!

Hey, George, where's Alfred?

He's back in the beer tent.

What, you're not left him on his own?

Don't worry, he's all right.

He'd better be.

Excuse me.

Take these upstairs.

Leave the big suitcase, Dad. I promised to take it into the police station

later. Whatever for?

It's not mine, Gran.

There was a mix -up on the train.

I didn't realise, but I'd taken the wrong suitcase.

What are you on about?

That's ours, Margaret.

I ought to know, love. It was me who gave it to you. I know it looks like

but it's not.

It's full of some man's clothing, Gran.

What man?

The chap who got my case, I expect.

Well, is there his name or anything inside that might say who he is?

I don't know. I didn't want to pry when I knew it wasn't mine.

Bring it in here, Jim.

Put it on the tatin, will you?

Open it up, Jim.

Told you it wasn't mine, Gran.

Well, no, not the things in No, but it's a Stockdale case.

Mr. Franklin.

Oh.

We've got some good news.

We've found your suitcase.

Oh, wonderful.

Wonderful. Well, I can't thank you enough.

Listen, I wonder if I could ask your advice, both of you.

Come on, son. Let's get the winner out.

Come on, Danny.

Oh, no.

The dog's been knuggled.

You see, I need Mrs Stockdale's permission to have my wife's ashes

the family plot.

Well, I can speak to her if that's what you want.

Would you? Oh, thank you. Thank you. I think you should tell us why your wife

made no effort to contact her.

I don't know.

I know how much she loved her family.

Mrs Stockdale thinks you deliberately kept them apart.

Oh, that's not true.

Well, she told me she wrote your wife a letter telling her that Robert and

Charlie had been killed.

She's convinced you persuaded them to join up when they didn't have to, so she

blames you for what happened to them.

No.

No, there was no letter.

I mean, I had no idea that Robert and Charlie had died in that war.

Not until you told me.

I never knew.

Nor Eliza.

I mean, we both loved Robert and Charlie.

There'd be no reason for Liza to hide that from me.

Oh, dear.

Oh, unless... This is the final call for entrance into the Lurcher

Challenge... Alfred!

It's no good, Claude. His care lied.

If your dogs are not brought to the start immediately, they will be

disqualified.

The race is about to start.

Sorry you can't run.

Can't run?

You can't even stand.

You remember, Jim?

This is my daughter, Margaret.

Howard.

Mother's seen inside the case.

Is she all right?

Hard to say.

She's hardly spoken since you opened it.

Can I have a word with her?

All right.

I hope Mr Rowan can persuade my mother to do what you want.

It was up to me and Margaret to be done as my sister wanted.

Thank you.

I don't say she's right.

All wrong in her attitude to you, Mr Franklin.

But get one thing straight.

Whatever she decides about Liza, that's it.

Is that clear?

You brought that man back with you?

How did you know?

Because I'm not daft, that's how.

Well, I won't speak to him, you know.

You don't have to.

You can speak to me instead.

I know why he's come.

I know what he's after.

All he wants is to carry out your daughter's wishes.

If that was his aim, he'd have done that a long time ago.

Done what, Mrs Stockdale?

Not stopped her coming back to those who loved her and who she loved.

Well, he didn't do that.

But I'll tell you who did if you're brave enough to hear it.

I'm very aware of my shortcomings, Mr Rowan.

And lack of courage is not one of them.

You remember Mr Franklin's accident?

He was very ill.

That's why your daughter left when she did, to help him through it.

Yes, and what was her reward for bringing him back to health and

He turned her against her family.

He never recovered.

He suffered from guilt, Mrs Stockdale.

He couldn't accept the fact that he had lived while his friends died in the war.

And what about my Robert and Charlie?

What remorse did he show for them?

He didn't know about Robert and Charlie.

But I wrote to Liza and told her what had happened.

Well, she didn't tell him.

She didn't want him to know that you blamed him for the death of your sons.

Liza felt she had to protect him from you, Mrs Stockdale.

Mr Franklin?

No -one could make a case better than Mr Goodchild.

Father had him make two, especially, for my honeymoon.

When Liza went to follow you, she took one with her and the other one I gave to

Margaret when she got wed.

Liza had left home with it. I thought it right to use it to bring her back.

Well, if you hadn't, Margaret would never have picked up the wrong one by

mistake.

I know what Liza wanted.

Well, she's welcome to join her own in the churchyard.

We'll all be at the service.

All the stockdales.

You see, I always knew that somehow she would find her way back here.

I never stopped believing it.

Well, at the end of a successful day, I think we deserve a mild celebration.

Rowan, how come you're here before us?

We had another matter to clear up, Sarge. Oh, successfully, I hope. Under

circumstances, it went pretty well.

Right then, it's dandelion and bird up all round, I think. I told you so.

I just hope the boys from the football team don't see me.

Where's Arthur Court?

In the lorry, sleeping it off.

Well, I hope he's not getting a taste for it, because I'm not opening a slate

for him.

Hey! What a word to use.

What about it?

What do you think?

Did what?

Oh, dear me, patience.

Not with dogs, of course, because if I ever lay my hands on them, I'll

pulverise them, so I will.

Have I missed something, Rowan?

Only a few hot dogs to slide out and go this way.

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