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

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

You're doing the same. Get it up in the air. Follow through.

Make it nice and smooth.

See what I mean?

Nick, they're a man short.

I've never played before.

I'm not a club member.

Oh, yes, you are.

Oh, hi.

Mum sends her love. How is she? Oh, much better. She's hoping to come to the

party tomorrow.

Good. Come on.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go.

We'd better not let her down, otherwise you'll have me to deal with and I can be

more difficult than Blaketon. But he's coming to dinner with my parents

tomorrow. The match will be over by seven.

It had better be.

How's everything?

Did you get the result?

Positive. Oh, I'm so happy for you both.

Can I tell him? Maggie?

Yes. Jean's expecting another baby.

Congratulations. Oh, it's lovely.

Let's show Aidensfield we're not a rabble.

Women and children first. Let's have a bit of discipline.

Hey, your friend Donald's medic's arrived.

Er, medic, I see your lot are still standing for you. You must know where

body's buried.

Not you, David. You're not a baby. Wait with the men.

Stay with Adela.

the refreshments.

Well, I'll see you in the pub after the match.

Yeah, fine.

Yeah, I mean for a proper chat.

Fine, Nicky. Whatever a proper chat is, we'll have one. Well, no sliding off and

no avoiding the issue. Eh?

I know something's wrong with you. No.

Yes, because every time I try and talk to you, you change the subject.

Look, I've got to go. I can't leave June.

Well, I'll see you in the pub then.

I thought you had to go and see Jane.

Not until then. Hey, Nicholas, do you want me to show you how to play this

or not?

Mum.

Referees here.

If both teams are present, we can get cracking.

Right, that's nine in each team, plus wife and kids, and Mr. Dead from the

Waistbound Bladesons. So if we do... What are you looking for?

What are they?

Let's go inside. I had a bit of a challenge round.

So if we do five loads, you've got those pies, haven't we? So I'll do that,

dear. I'll probably be quicker.

Take that lot through to the bar, will you, dear?

Don't forget the parsley.

And then come back and put the biscuits out, dear, OK?

Sorry, love, where I put the cloth?

Yes, Ruby, no, Ruby, anything you say, Ruby.

Sorry, love.

I said I wonder when me Uncle George will be back.

Watch the feet, Blake, come on.

Hey, hey, hey, feet.

He's all right, that's a coit.

A coit? Nowhere near a coit.

Come on.

No coit.

You what? He mauled over.

What are you talking about?

I might have gone over after, but I'll be on the line when I've chucked it.

Look at me.

No coit. Trust you.

I'll be watching you like a hawk.

That was a coin. All right, I'll give you that.

First one wasn't.

Oh, longer than that.

Don't worry, I'll get inside that.

Right.

Well, Jack, it's not like you.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Come on, Nick. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Get nearer than that. He's about... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. He's about 10 inches short.

Come up here.

Go on, Nick.

There'll be a quiet place on the trick.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Beginner's love.

What about that?

How many of you want to be? All right, then. That's one.

Down!

That's gone.

They're not bad.

Now, let's hope they win.

Clean one, is it?

Yes. Give me the other end.

Regina, what the hell do you think you're playing at? What?

It's to keep the flies off, not soak the flipping sarnie.

Dear, oh, dear.

Damp, I said, not dripping wet.

God, blimey, the things your mother never taught you.

How long do you think you'll be staying then, Ruby?

In Aidensfield, I mean. Well, for as long as it takes, I suppose.

For what?

For me to think a few things over. And don't ask me what, because I'm not going

to tell you.

Of course, I might decide to stay permanent.

Great.

I'll make you a show about it, Doug.

Hey, hey! Not bad.

Come on, Donald, show us what you're made of.

Just watch where you put your feet, Smelly.

I thumped you 20 years ago, Claude. I'll thump you again now if necessary.

This time it'll be just you and me, and I'll be facing you. Get on with it.

Watch and learn.

What did you miss?

It's a cake!

This is crazy.

I couldn't help it.

You shouldn't have come.

I've not been in touch for two weeks. I've been mad with worry.

You can't talk now.

I love you.

Last game, Jack.

Fifteen ahead.

Come on, Bill. Make it a certain.

You'll teach.

He couldn't flame in this.

I'm sure I've seen him before somewhere.

But not at Olingsby.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Promise me you won't be late.

One drink.

Dad's a stickler for punctuality, that's all.

It's only to have with your mum and dad.

I'm looking forward to it.

I haven't told him about Katie.

Why not?

Or Kate.

I meant to, but... The occasion never seemed to arise.

I will. Of course I will.

See you, Tate.

Joe? Joe?

Joe?

Keep them coming.

Anything for you, darling.

Oh, I like a winner. Makes the man ever so sexy, I would think.

I can't stand it, Maggie.

Patience, Dina, patience.

Here we are, lads.

Compliments to the captain.

On behalf of us all... On behalf of us all, I'd like to offer a special word of

thanks to Bill here, who I think you'll all agree surpassed himself.

What the devil's going on?

Oh, it's final.

Holland's been won, as is probably obvious.

You'll have a good time, then.

Ah, it's very peaceful.

Should have stayed a bit longer by the looks of it.

It's got to be the end with you.

Everything's in the car, so I'll take over, shall I?

Oh, thanks, Eileen. Have you got all the stuff?

Nightie, teddy, party dress?

Don't talk to me about that party dress.

She's already had it on three times this afternoon.

Well, I'll pick you up tomorrow.

About five -ish.

You have a lovely party. You don't eat too much cake.

I'll go and hurry Jack up.

You wait with Auntie Eileen, can't you?

Right, ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please, for a moment?

Thank you.

Well, as this is such a special occasion, I've got a little story for

Right.

Now, there's these two fellas, right?

Meet up in a pub, not unlike this one.

First fella, he stood at the bar, and he's got his head on one side, like

See?

Thank you.

Bit of a bent neck.

So, he says, hey, he says, uh... He says, hey, he says, what's up with you?

had an accident or what?

The fella says, no, he says, uh... No, he says, I've always been like this,

since I was a little lad. So, the first fella says, right, well, uh, you want to

get that sorted? She's still here.

No, no, no.

Oh, please, he says, I've been like this for years, seen hundreds of doctors.

See you later.

No, Joe.

The other fella says, right, I'll tell you what you do.

Bent neck, it's all in the mind.

All in the mind, he said. What you got to do when you get home tonight, before

you go to bed, last thing you do, you look in the mirror and you say, my neck

straight. Give it a munch, your neck will be straight. He says, get away.

But we needn't see each other often.

No, it has to be a clean break.

Just every four weeks, just to talk. It wouldn't work. Please, Annie, don't make

it even more difficult.

I can't do it for Jane.

You'll always be the girl for me, you know that.

This has

to be the last time.

It has to be.

So we crack the champagne out, pour it out.

The fellow used to have the bad neck. He grabs hold of the glass and he says,

Pleased to you, mate.

I really owe you one. Cheers.

That's worth waiting for, isn't it?

Not bad, eh?

home. She felt a bit poorly.

Oh, dear.

It's all right. She's fit to follow on the coach.

She'll be fine, Eileen.

It's just thickness -like.

Oh.

Yes. Yes, of course.

OK. If you must know, it's a bloke.

A bloke? A bloke, yes.

Blimey, Nick, I'm not that old.

Don't laugh. It's known as Ferdinand.

I've been seeing him for six months.

I mean, what else is there to say?

Well, I don't know, Mum.

You tell me.

He wants to move into the flat.

Does he?

Yes. And that's a big step for a little old widow lady, which is why I came away

to think it over.

And now I've told you, can I go, please?

Mum.

Look, I really do like him and that, but he's, you know... No, I

don't know, Mum, not unless you tell me.

Well, he can be possessive.

He's got a bit of a temper.

Apart from that, he's... He's lovely.

Mum, what exactly are you trying to say?

Sometimes he sort of flares up.

He forgets himself.

What, he hits you?

Mum?

Not all the time.

Only when he's had a drop too much.

And you're thinking about living with him?

I'm lonely, Nick.

And I'm not getting any younger.

It could be my last chance of happiness.

Happiness? I can't believe what I'm hearing.

You've got to get rid of him, Mum.

You're a strong woman. You don't need someone like that in your life. I

not, but I'm... Do you want me to speak to him? Come down to London with him?

No!

Tonight's the night, eh?

Meeting the parents?

Look, I can do me own dirty work, thank you very much.

How many times do you want to... So what you're telling me is that this man

shouldn't have been playing.

He's not a club member.

Excuse me?

But he plays for Dale Cross. We just phoned to confirm it. He's their

player.

Imported by Spedic to fiddle us out of the cup.

Codswallop! Come on, admit it. You've been caught out there. A couple of lads

are a bit sharper than you are. In which case, they should be disqualified.

That's right.

In which case, they've not won the cup. We have.

All right, all right, that's enough.

Bill Ashby lives in Hollingsby. Now, you ask anyone. He moved in six months ago.

All right. That's enough, Mr Smethwick. Right, Mr Ashby, tell me one thing.

Are you, or are you not, still a member of the Dale Cross Quoits Club?

Aye, I am.

But he'll be joining us as soon as we've had our committee meeting.

If you've had it last week, then shouldn't you, mate?

Go on, Blaketon. He's not a member. He can't play. That's a formality.

It's not a formality, I'm afraid, Mr Smethwick. If this man is not yet a

of your club, he shouldn't have played.

Change your mind.

About leaving, leaving, leaving me.

Oh, bring it to me.

Bring your sweet love in.

Bring it on, on to me.

Oh, yeah. Not yet. Come on.

Aren't you a lucky girl going on the big bus?

Are you sure this is the right one?

Of course it is. Karen's talked to nothing else.

Is Jean's feeling unwell?

She was just feeling a bit queasy, that's all.

As a matter of fact, she wasn't expecting another baby.

Really? She got the result back this morning, didn't she, Jack?

Aye. Well, congratulations. That's wonderful.

Come on, Katie.

All right. You be a good girl.

There we go.

Bye.

Come on.

There's a bit of a do on it there, Clubhouse.

I think I'm over the chance.

Nice to meet you, Dick.

Nick, Dad.

We've heard so much about you from Joe.

Red or white?

I'll stick with beer, then.

I'll get some.

Well, this is very pleasant.

Sit down, Nick.

Joe tells me you've been playing court.

Yes.

Very much a local tradition.

I believe so, yes.

Of course, you're not local yourself.

I believe Joe said you're from London.

That's right.

Graham's got a sister in London, haven't you, Graham?

Highgate. Oh, nice.

Say, what part of London are you from, Nick?

Hackney.

Really?

Here you are.

Oh, thanks.

Oh. Cheers, everybody.

Cheers.

What's she doing? Stop there!

Jack!

Go and see if she's all right.

Come on, love.

Come on, open the window.

I know what you must be thinking.

Go to hell!

Why, lads?

I've no glum faces on my bus.

We've nought to be ashamed of. We're lost on the technicality.

Jim?

Please, I'm rushed off my feet.

Far, Gina.

Why don't you go?

Excuse me, but in case you hadn't noticed, I'm knee -deep in sass here.

Yeah? And I'm putting plates away.

I'll go.

Too many people are getting in anyway.

Well, it's not my fault if people keep moving things around and putting things

in ridiculous places.

I beg your pardon.

I'm just sick of being bossed around.

Well, I should go and help George, dear.

I can finish off.

Good.

You are my sunshine, my always sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are grey.

You'll never know... Why didn't you tell her she was pregnant?

I couldn't.

Please, Annie, look at me.

I'm going to get help.

You're all right, mate.

Are you?

Stay down, mate.

Try not to move.

Hey.

Look after him.

I'll get you out.

Stay calm.

Go get help.

Look after your mum.

Hey, hey, be like after your mum.

I'll try the emergency door.

I'll get help, everybody.

I'm gonna get help.

Keep an eye on him. Yeah?

Yeah. Look after him.

So really and truly, what it boils down to is you're a good old -fashioned

village bobby.

That's right.

I think that's wonderful.

Absolutely. Start at the bottom and work your way up. It's the best way.

Yes, and he's taking his surgency plans later on this year, aren't you, Nick?

Yeah, thinking about it.

You told me you were definitely doing them.

Yeah, well, I can't make up my mind.

I mean, I love my job as it is.

Why get promoted to something I might not enjoy nearly so much?

Money, intellectual stimulation. I mean, how long have you been a constable?

That's the first question.

About eight years. You started off at the Met.

And what made you come to Aidensfield, of all places?

We wanted to get out of London.

Joe, really?

I think Nick can speak for himself.

Well, no, Joe's right.

We did want to get out of London. That was the main reason.

More wine, Mum?

No, thank you, darling.

Yes?

Well, the reason we moved to this particular area was because my wife was

brought up here.

I mean, Nick was married, didn't I?

Oh, she died 18 months ago of leukaemia.

Her name was Kate.

Oh, dear.

I'm so very sorry.

I've got to fall!

Find one!

Quick!

It's okay, everybody.

Somebody's gone for help.

Delicious, darling.

Mum, it's only fruit salad.

Do you cook, Nick?

Not much, I suppose, being on your own.

No, I'll have a go now, then.

Quite enjoy it.

Not that Katie appreciates my efforts very much.

That custard is about what she really likes, isn't it, Jo?

Yeah, custard, baked beans and bread soldiers.

Yes.

I'm terribly sorry, but I thought you said your wife was dead.

Katie's my daughter.

You've got a daughter, too?

How old is she?

18 months.

Great.

Super age.

I'll get some coffee, shall I?

A proud father of a beautiful daughter with a weapon.

That's something we have in common at least.

Everybody, I'll try and guide you through.

It's safe.

The door's jammed. It won't fall on you. We'll get you off one by one.

Come on.

Well done, mate. Well done.

Hello there, Donald's medic mate.

I can't stand people who try to fiddle.

999! You've got to dial 999!

What's happened?

It's gone down bank.

You've got to get an ambulance.

Now then, Mr Mould, take a deep breath and start again.

The Holland's big coach has crashed on Skipley Mall.

Oh, no.

Mum, I know you don't approve, but there's no need to make it quite so

He's a nice boy.

I just wish you'd told us about all these complications, that's all.

What complications?

The fact that he's been married.

The fact that he's got a child.

Mum!

Hello?

Right. What?

There's been a coach crash. The coits team.

It's all right.

Katie and Eileen went by car.

No, they were both in the coach.

Hang on, everybody.

Emergency services are on the way.

Hang on a minute now.

Oh, really quick.

Hold on, Jack.

Hold on.

Annie, you've got to help Annie. Hold on, Jack.

Not me, Annie.

Katie?

Katie! Nick!

Katie?

Where's Katie?

She wasn't on the coach.

She went by car.

Jim was parked on moor. They went with her.

Well, what do we do now?

Better sit and wait till she comes back, I suppose.

Ha!

As evenings go, not exactly a great success.

We did our best.

But there wasn't a lot in common.

No.

Why on earth didn't she tell us about his wife?

That's Joe for you. She looked most uneasy all evening.

Hmm. I mean, nothing wrong with him.

Oh, very pleasant, in fact.

But as you say, not a lot in common.

It's not serious, though, is it?

No.

I expect he's the only eligible young man in the place.

I mean, Aidensfield's tiny.

I suppose we can't very well go home, can we?

Look a bit heartless.

I mean, in case anything's happened to the child.

Potgub will be with you next.

Okay, sir, you'll be fine.

Claude! Over here.

What do you want?

I need you to go and sit with the driver.

Who, me?

Claude is trapped underneath the steering wheel.

Look, he's very cold. He needs keeping warm. Cover him with your coat or

something. And lots of reassurance.

Can't you find somebody else? Please!

I know you know who it is. Claude!

It's a good job it's you.

I've been sent to see if you're all right.

I wasn't until your ugly mug showed up.

Is there anything you'd like me to do?

Aye. Go away.

No, no, she said you're probably freezing cold. Would you like me to put

over you?

Oh, my dead body. I'm not having that stinking thing near me.

I'd do that to be your attitude.

Smell it, will you?

Wait. What?

Can you see my lad anywhere?

Aye, he's up on the bank. He's all right.

What about my wife? Can you see her?

She's there now.

She's all right. Look, I know you're trapped, but are you in any real pain?

There's only one pain round here and I'm talking to it.

I knew you wouldn't see me as a Florence Nightingale.

Watch yourself down this bunk.

come to the book

Thanks for coming about, Katie.

Wouldn't they have consisted?

He knew how worried you'd be.

He's a good son, Joe, he really is.

Come on, then, let's get up there, shall we?

This is Dr Wilby, Sarge. Right, I'm the officer in charge. The man on the coach

needs urgent attention.

You'll be able to go and see her in the hospital, David.

Look, I'm sure everything will be fine.

It's all right, darling.

Can I help, Ruby?

Yeah, you can help me do these tees.

Here.

I'm sorry.

What for?

In the pub, you know.

Oh, go on.

Expect I was being a pain, as usual, eh?

I was pretty nervous, eh?

Shall I take over?

No, no, I'm okay.

Dr. Wilby's going to put up a drip to make you more comfortable, Jack, okay?

Keep him conscious.

We'll have you out there in no time, Jack.

Jack.

I've never seen a road accident before, Mr. Blaketon. I've been driving it 40

years. Hey, I've got a tow rope on the truck. I'd soon pull it out.

They're not trying to pull it out, Mr. Mole. They're trying to stop it

Eh? They're trying to stop it slipping.

Sarge, over here.

What did you do, Slytherin?

Yeah, of course.

But you don't want to see Jean.

Tell her what happened.

I'd like you to come personally.

As soon as we get you off to the hospital.

Will you give her a message?

Yeah.

Tell her I'm sorry.

She'll know what I mean.

I'm sorry, Anna.

I'll make it up to her.

Right.

Tell her tonight.

It's important.

Come on, you.

Wake up.

You're not allowed to go to sleep yet.

Come on. Annie.

I love her, you know.

It's gonna be alright, Jack.

It's bleeding more than ever.

Jack?

Both asleep?

Yeah.

How are you feeling?

OK, thanks.

Sure?

We had a silly tiff.

I'm a bit upset.

That's all.

Well, he'll be back in a minute.

And I'm sure you'll want to be on your own to make it up.

What is it they say?

Never let the sun go down on your wrath.

I know.

Night, Arlene.

I won't let it build tomorrow.

Promise. Night.

You're going to be all right.

You'll be okay.

Jack.

Dave.

I'll have to go and tell Jane.

Do you want me to come with you?

No. No, I'll... I'll see you back at the house.

Well, you can have a look at her.

But only if you promise not to wake her up.

Jean.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news.

There's been an accident.

The coach went off the road up on Skipley Moor.

The coach?

Do you want to sit down a minute?

Is Jack all right?

Look, there's no easy way to say this.

I'm afraid he died before we could get him to hospital.

I'm very sorry.

Jack.

They did all they could.

Let's go, Tim.

No, I'm sorry.

I've got to be with him.

Nick, what's happened?

The coach crashed on the way back to Hollingsby.

Jack's been killed.

Jean, no! I'm all right.

Nick's going to take me to the hospital.

Chalking down to Bovena Twinkly. Never gone so fast in all my life.

I've gone on two wheels.

In the end, it weren't fast enough, were it?

Not for poor Jack Abbott.

Stop worrying, Bertie. You did your best.

Without you, goodness knows what would have happened. You're right, Bernie.

Don't you realise, Bertie? You're the hero of the hour.

Eh? I said you... Let's go and have a drink.

Look, Jean, I don't know if this is the right time to tell you, but when I was

sitting with Jack, he gave me a message for you.

And he asked me to tell you that he was sorry.

He said he'd know what he meant.

Look, let's get you out of him, Jean.

It wasn't him anymore, was it?

No.

He wasn't there.

He'd gone.

But I feel I ought to stay with him.

I know.

But it's best to go home.

Did he... say anything about her?

Was there a message for her as well?

I'm sorry?

It wouldn't have been for me. It wouldn't have been on the couch in the

place.

Let's sleep.

Andrew, young David.

Ah, what now?

Is everything all right?

Yes, Mum.

What about this little girl? We waited and waited, but in the end we simply had

to come and find out. She's fine.

Look, we're shattered. Perhaps you could just run me home, OK?

Come on, Fiona. I'll just get my jacket.

I'm Nick's mom, by the way.

Hello, honey.

I wondered if anyone had told you about Jack. Yes.

I was with him when he died.

At the very end, he said... Donald's my husband, Mr Rowan, not Jack.

Anything that's to be said about Jack needs to be said to his wife, not me.

Now then, Mr Smavik.

According to you, you only had one pint of beer last night.

Now, I find that very hard to believe.

I'm not in the habit of lying.

Pardon me?

You were on the coach?

You didn't seem drunk, Sarge.

Well, I wouldn't, would I? Because I don't drink and drive. How many more

Mr Smethwick, there's just been a very serious road accident in which one man

was killed and two others seriously injured.

Aye, and I'm one of them.

You've no right to come here pestering me this day, Armin.

Except that you were the driver of the vehicle.

And that means you can be charged with dangerous driving.

Even manslaughter.

I told you.

I swerved to avoid a sheep.

It were an accident, pure and simple.

Did you see a sheep?

I don't know, Sarge. I wasn't really looking. I was, uh...

You were what?

Talking to a young lady, Sarge.

I'll be back, Mr Smaddock. You can count on that.

What are you doing here, Greengrass? Don't you start.

I don't want to be here. It's that Bernie Scripps idea.

He feels guilty. He thinks it's our fault that Smethwick crashed that

coach. And, of course, he can't come, so it's down to muggins.

First bed on the left, Claude.

You deserve each other.

I hate Donald.

What a chance to get my own back for the thumping you give me.

It looks as if Gina's made up the quarrel.

Nice of her to give us flowers.

Mind you, it never would have worked, her and your mum doing the bar together.

Gina's got too used to doing things her own way.

Nick. Hmm?

You've got to stop thinking about it. It's over and done with.

I know, I know.

It's the sort of thing that lives with you afterwards, doesn't it?

You're sitting with a dying man and nothing to tell his wife.

I'm just not very good at it.

It'd be difficult for anyone.

Bye -bye,

Joe.

Keep your eye on that boy of mine for me, yeah?

So, Mum, what are you going to do when you get back to London?

Give Ferdinand the boot.

Yeah, and ring me and tell me you've done it. Thanks, Barney.

Blimey, you don't trust me one little bit, do you?

I don't when you're made unhappy, that's all, Mum. A man like that ain't worth

bothering with.

Taking advice from me own son, Bernie, about me love life, I ask you. He must

old age.

Bye -bye, darling.

Yeah, ta -ra, Mum. Have a lovely time.

Bye.

She's lovely.

Wish my mum was like that.

Don't be silly.

I do.

She's so nice and kind and easy, and my mum's... Well, you met her.

What a fiasco that was.

That wasn't too bad.

It was. It was awful.

I wish I'd told them about you beforehand.

It was so embarrassing.

The meal was nice, wasn't it? I don't care about the meal. I don't even

eating it.

I'll tell you what.

Ten years from now, we'll be laughing about this. I doubt it.

Did you say ten years from now?

What, if we still know each other?

Yeah, if.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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