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

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

Thank you.

Generation.

Hey, where did you get these from?

The boat from this morning.

They're horrible. They smell of smoke.

They're not fire damage, Scott.

What makes you say that?

Well, because they're not. Which means they are. Get rid of them, fool.

I can't. I've picked riddies for this lot.

Waste of your breath, son.

Nick, a gang of rockers have just arrived.

They look like trouble.

Yeah? Are you expecting anyone?

Could be from Whitney.

Thanks, Maggie.

Maggie! How did you get on with Mrs. Sadcliffe?

It's a boy.

Sixteen hours' labour.

Mind you, what do you expect?

The last one took even longer.

How about you?

Any sign of action?

I think I felt a bit of a twinge last night climbing the stairs.

You have more false alarms than Claude's dog had fleas.

Hey, watch it, or I'll send Alfred's dad round to see you. And he's a boxer.

Thank you.

Oh, no.

Go on, go on.

I hope you might show.

I'm in uniform, you Bert.

I've noticed.

So what do you think of swinging Aidan's field?

I thought the only swinging round here was done by counters.

Come on.

Let's have some fun.

From Whitby, right?

What about it?

Oh, nothing.

As long as you get on your bike, you can go back.

Who are you to tell us what to do?

You've been boozing that bar for a start.

I think we're scared of you.

Now, come on.

Your modern -ancy boy's not up to handling us, eh? Could he get all right?

it, Ollie.

Drop him, darling. You're wasting your time.

Could do better.

Are you leaving?

Forget it.

Don't want the little mods wetting themselves, do we?

Kids.

Got all the charm of an open grave.

Saved me right putting my neck on the line for this lot.

It's been a huge success.

We nearly didn't get the hall, you know. It was your Nick that performed it for

us.

Let's hope there's enough room on the dance floor for me.

Come on.

What have you been up to?

Come on, let's dance.

Like the old days.

I think you're playing it.

for putting him through his paces.

Oh, I was all night long when he was in short trousers, dreaming about veganos

then.

Constable Rowan, you guaranteed me that there'd be no trouble.

You won't tell me till you arrive, Scutton.

Oh, you think so, do you?

Then see what they do into your van out there.

I'll check it out.

I need the fresh air.

I've got nothing against young people enjoying themselves, but not if it

encourages hooligans.

What's going on?

Hey, what do you think you're doing? Get out of it! You'll get my 12 more of you

backside! Hey, look what's going on here!

Hey, get out of there!

Look, don't just stand there, do something about it!

This event stopped, Constable Rowan.

You keep out of this. If there is trouble, it's outside.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm sorry there seems to be a bit of trouble outside.

If you'll just bear with it, stay inside while we sort it. All right, thank you.

Oh, this is going to go down well with Blayton, isn't it?

I'm going to have that one.

Hey, you talk your tongue, you nerd, didn't you? Look at this lot.

You got much damage?

As you said, at a time like this, I wish I had some insurance.

Yeah, all right, back in a minute. You'd better bring some sellotape.

Anything serious?

Just a few minor cuts from glass.

It's going to take a bit of time.

Maggie, any chance you can drop Kate off?

Sure. Is that all right?

Yeah, fine.

I'll be back in a minute.

Hey, that woman who did this, do you know her?

Like I said, Whitby.

And who's the big mouth who did the talking?

Not sure.

You owe him no favours, are you? I said I don't know, all right.

I'll call round tomorrow and put you through your papers.

You're a hard woman, Maggie. Get away with you.

Bye.

Hello there.

Are you looking for something?

What's up?

Mr Rowan.

The lad you want.

His name's Roger Wellings.

Any idea where I can find him?

He hangs around that rocker cafe near the front in Whitby.

Well, thanks for letting me know, Julie.

Better you sort him before others.

Who? Well, Ollie in the rent.

He thinks that rocker Roger fancied me or something.

I don't know.

After what they did to the lad's scooters in the hall here, work it out

yourself, Mr Rowan.

Room service.

This is lovely.

You should think of paint.

I've got something to show you.

What? Looking on the nursery when you get up.

What, God, am I reporting?

You take it easy today, OK? You worry about you.

Leave me to worry about us.

I warned you it would end in tears, Rowan.

It's hooliganism.

Masquerading as youth activity.

But it wasn't the village kid's house. It was that Whitby lot.

Well, you guaranteed there'd be no trouble.

Made yourself a hostage to fortune.

I mean, you do represent the law in Aidensfield.

Well, helping kids to open the curls can't prevent crime, Sarge. It's good

policing. Not when it brings a wrath of influential businessmen like Mr Stanton

down on our heads.

Oh, Mr Stanton's also a prominent member of our local council.

The expert on the blindingly obvious has spoken.

Thank you, Ventress.

Now, look, mend fences with Stanton. He's worried about his daughter, Julie,

running around with these louts. So just find out who's responsible for this

malicious damage and arrest them.

Sarge?

What is it?

Well, I thought this piece was lead, but it's hallmarked.

Solid gold, Sarge.

Now, why would a hooligan chuck a gold bar through a window?

Well, they wouldn't have known, would they? It was framed and painted.

If it is gold, it must have been nicked.

All right, Grandma.

Don't be cheeky.

Off you go. Quick.

Hello,

Nettie.

Unexpected guest.

Oh, Dr. Rowan. I never expected you'd come today.

Don't know what they're doing back around here like that.

I brought you your pill.

Oh, ta.

I thought you'd given up attending to folk just now.

Still keeping an eye on my special people.

Well, since you're here, you'll have time for a cup of tea, won't you?

Is the kettle on?

It will be as soon as I've tied it up here.

Do you know, Nettie, this is the first time I've really noticed your wishing

well. Ah, well, I hate to say it untidy. Arthur used to attend to it practically

every day.

Is it a real wishing well?

Perhaps it is.

Arthur used to say that years ago...

pilgrims used to come and offer money and valuables and such like. Oh.

It brought good luck.

Well, we could all do with some of that.

What do you have to do to make a wish?

Well, you bring your offering, anything valuable, and say what you want best to

happen.

Sounds like a good deal to me.

Come in, please, gentlemen.

This is high -quality gold bullion, the type used by wholesale jewelers like

ourselves. Well, can you identify where it came from?

Oh, yes.

The bullion mark is a serial number.

I'll drop a report for you. All right, thanks.

May I ask how you came by this?

It was found in your village hall last night, Mr Stanton.

You found it in Aidensfield?

It was used to smash a window.

A valuable object like this?

Yeah, well, whoever threw it obviously didn't know it was gold. Obviously.

That figure on it, do you know what it is?

Well, it's a representation of some kind of goddess figure.

Does it mean anything?

Oh, no, no, no. It's far too crudely executed to be identified with any

certainty.

Does this mean it was thrown by one of those lads?

Looks like it.

The quicker you do something about them, the better.

How are

you

feeling? Since you ask, I'm jiggered.

Not overdoing the active pregnancy bit, I hope?

No, Sergeant.

I've practically cut out anything to do with work.

Thanks.

Well, your haemoglobin checks show you're still anemic.

Perhaps I ought to think about boosting your iron intake.

Oh, no more pills, Maggie, please.

No.

Starting today, a course of injection.

I'm almost there. Is it worth it?

Oh, don't worry. By the time I've finished with you, you'll feel like

the garden gate.

Well, thank you, sir.

We need to find out where that gold bar came from, Rowan. We do have a lead,

Sarge. Well, give it top priority.

I need to take Phil Bellamy.

Why? Well, he's thrown through it. Well, that's a good enough reason.

Is she really going out with him?

Well, there she is, wasn't there?

Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?

Mm -hmm.

She is much too brave riding with him.

Is he picking you up after school today?

By the way, where'd you meet him?

You recognize anyone, Phil?

I think that's him down there.

All right, come on.

There you go.

I'd like a word with you.

Well, there were others there too, you know.

Why just pick on me?

You broke the window.

You were seen by a police witness.

Do what you like. I've said all I have to say.

We want to know where you found this.

You don't want to do time, do you?

We could charge you with assaulting a police officer.

Well, I just picked it up.

Pulled the other one.

True.

You were part of the stuff we tossed off that old truck.

The one parked outside the village hall?

Aye.

Belongs to some...

Old bloke with an army greatcoat.

Marine grass.

Your cub rigs are out of luck. They're not laying.

The idea is to stay alive, not die of food poisoning.

Anything go missing from your trap the other night, Claude?

There weren't much left.

What about this?

Oh, that's, uh...

A charm I had hanging in the cab. It's supposed to bring you luck.

Which you've just run out of. Get in the car.

What's the charge? We're taking you down for questioning. Get in the car.

Come on, son.

Here, hang on to it for a minute.

Rowan, do something with this.

This place is getting worse than Russia.

I mean, I wouldn't mind, but I'm the flaming victim.

We just want to know where you got this from, Greengrass.

I acquired it through the natural course of my commercial activities.

Tell us more.

Why should I tell you, Lotto? Because you're in trouble, that's why.

Oh, yeah.

I'm all of a trouble over a lump of lead that's big enough to roof a sparrow's

nest. Not lead, Greengrass.

Gold.

What?

Stolen gold bullion, which you admit was in your possession.

What's wrong, Greengrass?

Have you lost your sense of humour?

Right, let's be having you.

You're not going to stick it in my bum like you did the first one, are you? Why

not?

Well, Nick said it left a great big bruise. Oh, and how did it stumble

that discovery, I wonder?

Mind your own business, Mrs Belton.

OK.

Turn the other cheek.

So you found it in an old car about three years ago. How many times do I

tell you, yes?

Whose old car?

And where did this old car come from?

How do you mean? You heard.

It was a cash transaction. I used to buy and sell old cars all the time, didn't

I? I don't believe you.

Claude, just tell us where it came from.

I've told you all I know.

All right.

Sign the statement.

Now, get out.

What's going to happen to the gold?

I mean, morally, if not legally, it might rightfully be mine. Just get out!

Now!

And don't stray too far.

I don't think he's involved.

He's lying, Rowan.

Maybe he's just bloody minded.

You're not exactly his favourite pin -up, are you, son?

I'll work on it.

Do that.

Preferably with a cudgel.

It's only me, Nettie.

Ah, that's it as usual.

Oh, deal with it, Tom.

I brought you a few pullet eggs I had left over.

It's surplus to requirements like.

What a generous of you, love.

That's what good neighbours are for, isn't it? In any case, I promised old

Arthur I'd keep an eye on you, you know.

I think it's time for a cup of tea.

Oh, you never ask.

And I need to have a quiet word with you, you know.

Oh.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Dan.

Are you all right, Kate?

Nosebleed.

Is that normal?

Don't fuss, I'm fine.

I wish the baby'd come, Nick.

Don't worry about it.

Almost there.

Cheers, Bob. Cheers.

Keep the change.

What change? There isn't any.

It was like a joke, George.

I like your jokes, Claude.

That one about the car still has Blakeson rolling round his office

I wish you'd changed the record.

We need to know about the car.

There's no to know. I sold it in the normal way through an advert in the

What car's that?

Some old banger we sold three years ago. Could never put the fireplace in. Old

banger? I'll have you know the success of my motor dealership was built upon

recommendation of satisfied customers.

Asking why you're still not doing it. Keep your nose out, George.

Well, why aren't you?

It went skint.

Go on, son.

Are you all right?

Fine. Just a bit clumsy.

For once, you know, I thought I might find you in bed.

Resting.

I'm trying to bribe that little beggar into showing her face.

Or his.

No chance.

Come on. Time to work.

You feeling the benefits of the iron shots yet?

I'm not sure. I think so.

Oh, well.

That's what I like.

Positive thinking.

from home, Dr. Rowan. It'll only be for a while, Nettie. Mainly for observation.

I'll call in and see you later.

Okay.

Arthur Picard's workshop.

These are the detailed records of all the years he spent metal detecting.

I met him once, just before he died.

He was a nice old bloke with a 24 -hour smile.

In other words, he was balmy.

How did you meet him?

Well, there was a family around here who got into trouble.

I was sent in with the bailiffs.

Anyway, this... this well -wisher, if he wanted to be cold, he paid up all their

debts. And later, we found out he was picker.

Very generous?

I'd say it was throwing bad money after worse.

Now, the date that gold went missing.

The police had called in to where it was stashed on August 4th, 1957.

Well, this is his record for 1957.

Last dated entry was August 3rd.

Oh, that was the day before.

Did he say he found anything?

No, no, it's the last entry.

The cunning old devil.

He found the gold.

It's awful.

Yeah. How can anyone do this to Nettie Picard?

Everyone loves her.

Yeah.

Ticket for that dance at the Village Hall.

I saw some bikers here the other day.

This is stupid, Ollie.

He's asking for it, isn't he? No -one chats up my bird.

Right. They're on.

Oh, come on, Ollie. You know she wouldn't go with the rocker. She won't

chance.

Hi, Dan.

Have you come from Mrs.

Pickard's? Yeah. We heard what happened.

Found this there.

It weren't any of them, Nick. I know it wasn't. The Whippy Creech has bought

tickets too, you know. Yeah, I know.

But I don't want any trouble from you without asking.

Yeah. Well, great minds think alike, don't they?

What's going on, Julie?

I've gone to see the Whitby Rockers.

I can go any way.

Come on, then.

Oi!

All right, all right, all right.

Well, you're a glutton for parchment, aren't you? This has nothing to do with

you, copper.

All right, you and your mates, on your way before I book the lot of you.

Greasy rockers owe us for aiding steel.

Phil.

Lock him for assault.

Fire on your way.

Hello there, Dr Rowan. Oh, Mr Stanton.

You shouldn't have.

No, I've just come to see Nettie Prickard.

How is she?

Pretty shaken.

It'll take some time for her to get over it.

Young hooligans, I hear.

They've got no respect for age or anything else.

I'm sure she'll appreciate a visit.

Actually, she's resting now.

They're from the council.

They're very concerned, you know.

They'd like Mrs Pickard to know that they'll do everything they possibly can

help.

That'll cheer her up.

Well, I'll just drop these off and I'll see her another time.

Goodbye then, Doctor.

I thought you had the agents for a lot under some kind of control, Rowan.

So did I, Sarge. I've just had another earful from Stanton.

I mean, council representation to headquarters on this is all we need,

Yes, Ventress.

Do you want the good or the bad news first? Oh, get on with it, Ventress.

Well, the bad news is all the kids' alibis stand up. None of them could have

been at Nettie's when the place was vandalised.

And the good news?

Well, you know that car that Greengrass said he found the gold bar in?

Yes, yes.

Well, I think we've traced it.

It's the rotten things who happen.

Poor old Nettie. Whoever did it wants something.

Hi, Nettie.

Hello there.

Hey. You've traced that car of yours, Claude.

What are you on about now?

You know, the one you couldn't recall for Sergeant Blaketon the other day.

The one that came with a lucky child.

You must have been cross. We alert you. You never give up, do you? You flogged

it through this local paper.

Look.

For sale, 1937, Austin 10.

One elderly lady owner in perfect condition.

Not unusual about that.

I sold loads of cars through adverts.

Well, that's not what the newspaper office say.

Austin 10?

Not the Austin you offered me about three years ago, was it, Claude? Sure

Was it, Claude?

Arthur had just died and Nettie had need of the cash.

Right, well, I've got a business to run. Yeah, hold up. Wait, wait, hold up.

What do you want now?

So the car with the gold bar came from Arthur Pickard.

I don't know what you mean.

You should have told me, Claude.

Deliberately withholding information about a serious crime.

You'll have to come in again, I'm afraid.

So you don't deny you sold the car for Mrs Pickard?

No, but it wasn't for my benefit. I would just do Nettie a favour.

How did you get the gold piece?

Well, Arthur used to have it hanging in his motor.

And you nicked it, I suppose.

Ah, well, you suppose wrong, don't you? Because I didn't know it was worth it. I

mean, Nettie just gave me it as a present, you know, to bring me luck,

hasn't.

Why didn't you tell us?

Well, when you said it was gold that had been nicked, I didn't want to get

Nettie into bother.

How very noble of you.

Ah, well, Arthur had been a good mate to me. He used to help me out when I was

skint. You and all, eh?

Didn't Nettie know it was gold?

How do I know? Cos I didn't.

I wouldn't have thought so, though, cos Arthur never used to tell a wrote -about

note.

Well, you'd better find out what else Arthur's left lying around and just what

Mrs. Pickard knows about it. And who else is on the same track?

How do you mean?

Well, by the plate of that place, someone knew what they were doing.

I'd say it was a search, Sarge.

Hello, Nettie. Oh, hello.

Mrs Picard.

Sorry, we just wanted to ask you something.

Did you recognise this?

Oh, it's Arthur's lucky piece.

Carried it about in his car.

You got it from Claude, I expect.

Yeah. I gave it him.

Well, I thought he could do with a bit of good luck.

Did you know it was gold?

Not until Claude told me a few days back.

It was stolen gold, Mrs Picard.

It's part of a large quantity that went missing seven years ago.

Do you know where your husband might have got it from, Nettie?

I'm afraid I have no idea.

Did your husband ever tell you about the things he found with his metal

detector? Oh, no, it would have spoiled his lot to talk of it.

Why is that?

Well, Arthur used to say that good luck goes the moment you make mention of it.

He was funny like that.

Well, we've reason to believe that he knew it was stolen.

Oh, no, Arthur wouldn't harm anyone.

He wanted to make people happy.

A lot of people got money from your husband, Nettie.

Have you any idea where that money might have come from?

No.

But if he had more money than our needs, it's how he would have used it.

Right, well, let's just say that he did find that gold.

What do you think he would have done with it?

He'd have shared it.

What, given it away?

Oh, no, to keep his luck strong.

I mean, you can't help people unless you're lucky, can you?

Well, how do you mean?

Well, he thought you ought to give back what you get in the way of luck.

Excuse me, I think they're ready for me.

What's that on your chain, Mrs Pickard?

Oh, it's a good luck token Arthur gave me when we moved into Holywell Cottage.

It's very pretty.

Where did he get it from?

Oh, it was made specially by Stanton's.

And who is it?

It's Lady Fortuna.

She's the patron of the wishing well at the back of Argerhodden.

Sot?

We struck gold.

So are we, Rowan.

Arthur Pickard's bank statement showed that £15 ,000 was deposited just two

weeks after the bullion raid. Yeah, some people are born lucky. Arthur believed

you had to buy it.

Well, you said you'd struck gold and all.

This is Lady Fortuna. She's the patron saint of the old wishing well in

Pickard's garden.

He felt he had to share it with her.

It's in the well.

I'd lay odds on it, Sarge.

See what he kept back? He flogged.

Used the money to play Robin Hood in Aidensfield.

Is Alstall at the cottage?

No, he's on his way back. We'll pick Al's records.

We'd better get out there fast.

Right, Bellamy.

Radio Ventress. And tell him to meet us back there.

Are you feeling all right?

Might be coming down with a cold.

Hot and sticky.

Exactly how I like my looks.

Don't make me laugh.

Fun is essential to my bedside manner.

You should have been a doctor.

Oh, no chance.

When it was an option, I was addicted to enjoying life, not saving it.

And now?

Oh, well.

Lucky in life.

Absolute disaster in love.

Say cheese.

Thank you.

Told you I bruised easily.

And in Technicolor.

You're not responding to those iron injections, Kate.

Well, anemia can drag on.

Persistent anemia needs treating.

You give me a blood sample and I'll do the rest for you. Can't we wait till

after I've delivered?

What's wrong with now?

I've done all that.

Kate, I'm not telling you anything you don't know already.

No, just what I don't want to hear.

You give me a blood sample, I'll drop it off at the hospital.

No need.

I'll leave it at the lab.

Even then...

You shouldn't be let out. Why don't I know to bell on it?

Come on, Al.

Who is it?

Councillor Stanton.

As I live and breathe.

Come on, up you get.

You've got a lot of explaining to do, Councillor Stanton.

He lied when we first showed him that gold serge.

He recognised the figure. I found out today he'd made one for Nettie Pickard.

So it was you that bought the gold off Pickard.

I did it as a favour.

Look, I'm a respectable businessman.

You were his fence.

It was only the once.

He said it was all he had.

Until that piece we showed you turned up.

You recognised the figure on it, didn't you?

Well, yes, I did.

And it was easy for you to check out where it came from and how much gold was

offer. He visited Nettie in hospital, Sarge. A worm did out of her, I expect,

Sarge. But he didn't know about the wishing well at first.

Took the place apart looking for the gold. I made out that the village kids

responsible.

Look, we're all professional men here.

I'm sure we can come to some arrangement that would be satisfactory to all of

us.

I won't express a personal opinion on your conduct.

It wouldn't be professional.

Greed, hypocrisy, theft.

A canker in the body of the parish council.

Ventress, lock him up.

I've got a nice, comfortable cell ready for you, sir.

How much longer are you going to be, Mr. Rowan?

Not long now, Nettie. Almost finished.

Well, they've scarred every inch of the premises and beyond.

How much is still missing?

Four ingots.

Oh, Stanton said he only bought two ingots on Picard.

That's strange.

Still, the insurance aren't complaining, so case almost closed.

Isn't there a reward, Sarge?

I've no idea, Rowan.

But the only potential claimant is Mrs. Picard.

And we can hardly reward the wife of a thief now, can we?

Sorry, Arthur.

I have to take our nest egg for a walk.

But then you always did say, what you give, you get back.

Don't you, little girl?

I'm never getting too old for this.

You might be.

Nick,

can I have a word?

I want to have a word with you about the newspaper report, you know, about the

gold being found.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

Really, I want to see about the reward, you know, for information leading to its

recovery. What about it?

Well... I mean, it can't go to netting, can it? So, I mean, I've got to be next

in line because it was my bit of gold from Arthur that put you on the trail.

You're right, Claude, and you deserve it. That's what I thought. But the

is, the newspaper report got it wrong.

The reward was withdrawn five years ago.

You're joking.

It's diabolical.

I'm going to see somebody about this, you know. Who? I don't know. I've not

my mind up yet, but I'll tell you something. I'll make them understand.

can't mess about with an old age pensioner.

Let's go home, love.

Yeah, all right. Maggie, keep an eye on things for me, will you?

Oh, yeah, Luke, keep an eye on me.

See you tomorrow, Maggie.

You bet.

I bet

the

baby comes tomorrow.

You haven't paid me for the bet you lost yesterday, let alone today.

You are so tight -fitted, Nick Rowan.

Double or quits?

You run.

All right.

What do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat. What does a love kiss say in my memory?