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

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

When the boat's hot, it seems nice and soft.

Better let him out.

Now?

No, a week on Wednesday. Let him out, will you?

He still seems so at sea with everything.

When I rang him this evening, he was looking for his gardening pullover.

Mum must have put it away somewhere.

He'll sort himself out.

He needs me, Nick.

Well, you must do what you think is best.

More wine?

No, I've got to.

Are they digging in?

I can't see them. They must be doing the job, then. Are you sure they've all

gone under?

You should have bought a torch.

Hello?

Hello? Shh, be quiet.

Don't leave me!

Shh, be quiet.

Who's there?

I can see you.

There's three of you.

What's going on? Who is it?

It's a woman.

I thought I recognised that voice.

You know who it is, don't you? It's Lord Ashfordly's sister, Patricia.

Come on, we'd better leave her.

Hey, what are we going to do?

Come, let's just go.

What if she's dead?

She's not dead. She's just paralytic.

Come on, somebody find her.

Well, what if they don't? We will. Come on.

Now, my Auntie Mabel did that just before she went.

You should have gone with her.

Please, come on.

Oh, get over there.

She's coming round.

You're going to be all right.

She fell over all by herself.

I think it's mainly alcohol.

That's what I said.

Go on, let's leave it to the professional.

Do you have any idea who she is?

Oh, not really. I think he finds you've got something to do with Ashfordly Hall.

Ashfordly Hall?

Yeah. Well, no, thank you.

Goodbye, sir.

Well, it looks like we're in Lord Ashfordly's good books. Well, makes a

He's most grateful to you, Ralph, for driving his sister home last night.

Has her ladyship's clobbered up then, sir? I believe her correct title is the

Honourable Mrs Patricia Brewster.

Pardon me?

I always think it's a good idea to observe the proper protocol when dealing

their sort of people.

You mean drunks, huh? You know exactly what I mean, Rowan. Mrs. Brewster is

married to an American millionaire. She's frequently in the papers.

She was always alive, alas. I remember her when old Lord Ashfordly was alive.

Well, I didn't realise that you mixed with the gentry in your youth, Ventress.

She might be gentry, but she wasn't above leading the local lads on.

She was a cracker.

You speaking from personal experience, then, Alf?

I wasn't always married to Mrs Ventress, you know.

Well, she may have been a cracker in the old days, but she looked a right mess

when Greengrass found her.

Greengrass?

He found her?

Yeah, took her to Maggie Bolton's place.

What was he doing, skulking around in the middle of the night, eh?

Where do you go to, my lovely?

When you're alone in your bed Tell me the part...

Yes? Morning, Mrs Brewster.

I thought I'd look in and see how you were feeling this morning.

I'm Maggie Bolton, the district nurse from last night.

Oh, yes.

Oh, I see.

For a moment, I thought my wretched brother had hired some decent help.

Ah.

I should thank you for rescuing me.

Oh, Claude Greengrass did that.

Oh, well, I shall have to thank him.

Mrs Bruce, I don't want to pry.

I'm sure you don't.

But you were very drunk last night.

You blacked out.

Well, I'm sure we all have one too many from time to time.

It was very good of you to call, but now you really must excuse me.

Would you mind seeing yourself out?

Bye then.

There you are, green grass. I'm paying you to get rid of them. Little flighters

keep coming back.

Look at the state of this, Lord.

This is the third time.

Don't be a mess, my Lord. I mean, a lot of people think that foxes are cunning,

but compared to your average mole, we can't put tennis nets up on this, can

No, your Lordship.

Might be able to have a bit of a game of crazy golf.

Just get rid of them, will you?

Come, Meadows, I want to take a look at that spinny.

Your father know you're caught in, Stephen.

We're doing nothing of the sort, Claude. Are you? You must be raving mad then.

I wish I were 50 years younger.

You could be my mother.

Gin and

tonic,

please. A large one.

Spice and lemon? No lemon.

I'm looking for a local chap.

Does some odd jobs for my brother up at the hall.

What, Greengrass?

I gather this is his local.

Yeah, there he is.

That'll be four and ten, please.

Mr. Greengrass?

Yes?

I'm Patricia Brewster.

I think I owe you my thanks.

And, uh, perhaps a drink.

Oh. It's very kind of you.

Nice set of wheels outside.

Sitting over there with green grass.

A very lucky man.

Oh, that's what Sergeant Blakes has done last time he... Well,

that last time they had a drink together.

Gina, have a word in private.

What about?

About this place.

Oh, make me so scared.

No, you need.

Well, actually, it's about George.

He isn't going to be running this pub any longer, so we need to consider the

license. I know, but... Well, I'm just not sure what I want to do yet, Nick.

I mean, working for me Uncle George was one thing, but...

I don't know. I've never really seen myself at the pub land labour. It's a

opportunity, Gina.

Your own boss, your own business.

But we do need to talk the license out, and soon.

There again.

Another large G &T in here.

Large scotch and a shandy.

I think you're in danger of drinking him under the table.

Maybe you should all slow down a bit.

I beg your pardon?

This is my brother's public house. Are you refusing to serve me?

No, I was just... And what are you?

The barmaid?

Who's in charge here?

I am.

Mrs Brewster, P .T. Rowan. We met last night.

Oh, yes, of course.

Let me buy you a drink too, Constable.

I am on duty.

Yes, I am on duty. Can you tell me, is that your car outside?

Oh, if you mean the Austin Healey.

Yes. Do you intend driving it home?

Obviously.

Well, in that case, I think you've had a little bit too much to drink, don't

you, Mrs Brewster?

No.

No, I don't.

And I don't think you should take it upon yourself to interfere in my private

affairs. Well, when it comes to drunken driving, the law obliges me to

interfere. I am not drunk.

All I've had is a couple of gins.

She'll tell you.

Well, clearly you've had a lot more than that. Now, if you do step into that

car, I'm afraid I'll have to arrest you for driving under the influence of

alcohol.

Really?

Listen, I've got an idea.

Why don't you let Steve drive you home, Mrs Brewster?

You'd have had a few, and you wouldn't want to go crashing that nice car of

yours now, would you?

And he's a good driver, aren't you, Steve?

Yeah, I'd be happy to help.

Save a lot of trouble all round, wouldn't it?

Well done, Gina.

You're a born landlady.

I behaved pretty badly, didn't I?

The one thing I'm really good at.

Well, we all need a talent.

I just can't stand being told what to do.

Yeah, me neither.

But that Nick Rowan, he's not a bad bloke, you know.

Oh, policeman.

I did only intend to have one, though.

Yeah, don't fail.

How did you end up behind the bar in the Aidensfield Arms?

I'm voiding the sheep.

Are they after you, then?

My dad farms sheep.

Deepdale Farm.

He wants me to take over from him.

You know, following in his footsteps.

But sheep farming's not exactly my idea of the high life.

You're not Harry Adam's son, are you?

Yeah.

Well, do you know him?

You're a lot like him.

Something must have come up because he's usually back by now.

I'm really going to have to go.

I thought I'd surprise Dad and drive over to York and cook supper.

How's he managing?

Oh, you know.

You look pretty exhausted to me, Jo.

I hope you're not taking on too much. Oh, I'm fine.

I just had a busy day, that's all.

I mean, I know I'm not being fair to Nick, but what can I do?

Every time I ring up Dad, he's either lost something or... He's lost his wife.

And in the end, only he can come to terms with that.

But I must help him.

Jo, you are.

Perhaps I ought to postpone my trip at half -term.

Why, I can manage.

Don't you want to see Antonin? Of course I do.

But if you're toing and froing to York and you've got Katie to look after... I

can manage, really.

I'll just take Katie with me, that's all.

I wish I hadn't have had all that whisky yesterday.

What happened? You should have stopped that ladyship from buying them for you

then. Couldn't do that.

It's against me principles.

There you go.

Nice, that's bigging.

Here, stick a few of these out. Here, come on.

Stick them all in.

You may pull the wool over his lordship's eyes, but you don't fool me.

I've got my sights on you.

Oh, yeah.

You want to save that for your pheasants.

Though from what I hear, they're going to be a bit thin on the ground this

So -so.

I was talking to the keeper over at Sir Henry Bing's place.

He rang you'd be hard -pressed to find any birds at all to shoot on this

Does he now?

Well, his lordship is shooting at Sir Henry Bing's on Sunday.

So we'll see how many birds they can put up.

Are you going with him, are you? Of course I am.

Well, I'll tell you something, Greengrass.

Ashfordly Hall has still got the best pheasant shooting in this part of the

country. And also Henry Bing's money won't alter that.

Oh, what a charming woman.

Can I offer you some tea?

Lovely. Right.

You were very kind to me, Mrs Bolton.

And I wasn't exactly appreciative.

But then drunks never are.

It's part of the... the disease.

Are you saying you're an alcoholic?

So I'm told.

I have a very good man in Harley Street. I pay him a lot of money. He tells me

what I don't want to hear.

Would you rather he lied to you?

Perhaps.

Actually, I was hoping you might be able to do me a small favour.

If I can.

My doctor gives me Valium, which really does help me get through.

But I've run out.

I thought perhaps you may know the local chemist. Perhaps you could get me some.

You do need a prescription.

I'd be quite prepared to pay.

Not a question of money. You need a prescription.

Oh, sorry.

Jo, you remember Mrs Brewster?

Of course.

Please, call me Patricia.

I'll go and put the kettle on.

I see you ride.

Yes, when I can.

That's what I must do. Get out in the fresh air.

My brother's got a stable full of horses, but I hate riding alone.

I don't suppose you'd care to join me?

Me?

Well, you'd be doing me the most enormous favour.

There you go. You take your stuff up and I'll pour you a pint.

Oh, thanks, but I don't drink.

Room three, did you say?

That's right.

Jean, Steve, just the small one.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hey, Terry, it's Claude. Look, we're definitely in business.

No, they're all going.

Day after tomorrow.

Hey, give your laugh.

They're going shooting at Sir Henry Bing's place.

We'll be right back.

You all right?

You have no right to chase me.

You nearly ran me off the road back there. Nonsense.

Have you been drinking?

That is none of your business. If you wouldn't mind stepping out of the car,

please, Mrs. Brewster. What if I do mind?

Please, Mrs. Brewster.

I am warning you, you won't get away with this. I shall complain to the chief

constable.

reckons it's all your fault. You've been harassing her.

She's lucky to be alive, Sarge. She was driving too fast.

She's obviously been drinking. She couldn't even walk in a straight line.

Shall I get the doctor to take a bath? Let's not be too hasty, Rowan. Lord

Ashfordly's here, Sarge.

Right. Ask him to come in.

Tea up.

You really don't understand how the world works, do you, Constable?

I understand that the law applies to you as much as anyone else, Mrs Brewster.

Right, Rowan, that'll be all.

How are they, Mrs Brewster?

I'm releasing you, but with a caution.

Sarge.

I said that'll be all, Rowan. Come along, my dear.

She's a drunk.

Just because she's related to some local knob.

That's got nothing to do with it. I've made my decision. I don't want to hear

any more about it. She needs help.

And Lord Asfordly assures me that she's getting it.

Nick, are you here?

I've been waiting for you for the last half hour down the pub.

I'm sorry, darling.

Off you go.

Want a cup of tea?

Please. I was thinking, it's Saturday tomorrow.

Do you want to go out for the day, just the two of us?

Maybe drive up the coast?

I can't tomorrow.

What about Sunday?

Well, I want duty.

You don't see your dad every Saturday.

I'm not.

I said I'd go riding with Mrs Brewster.

Mrs Brewster?

Yeah, look, Lord Ashley has some really good horses.

It would be awkward to cancel it.

Why? Well, it's a question of good manners, really.

Well, that's not something I'd associate with her.

Patricia's all right.

Oh, Patricia, is it? Look, I like her.

And it's not often that I get the chance to ride a really good horse.

And you'd rather do that than spend the day with me?

I've already agreed.

It looks like you've inherited some of your parents' snobbery after all.

What?

Look, I'm sorry, Jack.

I've had a bad day, that's all.

Oh, yes, and you, how you're feeling.

That's always the most important thing, isn't it?

You are selfish and arrogant, Nick.

And I would rather go riding tomorrow than spend the day with you.

And what about marrying me? Perhaps you'd like to pass on that, too.

Yeah, perhaps I would.

This is brilliant. I should have thought of this before.

You never said you were such a good rider.

I used to know every inch of these hills.

Used to ride in all weathers. It can't have changed that much, you know.

It's me that's changed.

Let's not think about that today.

Lovely day.

She'll come round.

Yeah, maybe.

You should never have made an issue of her going riding with that woman.

Is that the kind of people she wants to mix with?

I can't compete with all that.

Well, Jo's kind. She always sees the best in people.

And she hasn't seen a side of this Mrs Brewster that you have. And you haven't

explained any of that to her, have you?

I expect you're right.

I've got to go into York on Monday to do some shopping. I thought I might pop in

and see how Mr Weston's doing. What do you think?

Yeah, why not?

It's her worries about her father that are her real problem, you know.

Well, I'm not sure I can compete with him, either.

When I was young, my father stopped me from marrying.

So when I was 21, I went out and married a vulgar American playboy, just to

spite him.

Are you still married?

He wants to divorce me, but it'll cost him too much.

What about you?

I'm engaged to the local policeman, Nick Rowan. Ah.

Nice looking.

He's not exactly what my parents wanted for me either.

Well, parents aren't always wrong about these things.

Do you know Harry Adam?

Slightly.

Hello, Harry.

I met your son the other day. Maybe he mentioned it.

No.

No, he never did.

Thought you'd buck up once you got some fresh air.

I'm going over to Bing's tomorrow for a couple of days.

You going to be all right?

Of course.

You know what I'm saying, Patty.

Stay off the sauce.

I thought I might ask Harry Adams and his wife to dinner when you get back.

Harry Adams? Whatever for? Don't be ridiculous.

I need company, Charlie.

Friends. Well, not Adams, eh?

Anyway, he wouldn't come.

I bumped into him today. He was very friendly.

He's got a damn cheek.

Oh, for goodness' sake.

That was all 20 years ago.

Patsy, I have to live here. These people are my tenants.

I'll tell you one thing living in America's done for me. Cured me of

-class snobbery. It's not a question of snobbery.

It's social etiquette. He'd feel uncomfortable, poor fellow. You'd feel

uncomfortable.

Well, you're not inviting him, and that's that.

Learn I've got things to do. I'll see you at dinner

Hope

you don't mind me trespassing again Sorry, I was

so tongue -tied this morning Thought I seen a ghost surely I didn't know about

that

Never thought you'd come back to Yorkshire.

Neither did I.

Hi, Terry.

Hello, Claude.

This shoot at Henry Whatnot, it's definitely on then.

Apparently they're going tomorrow. They'll be away a couple of days.

I'll need to see the liar Orlando.

Oh, he did it first thing.

Alfred, come back here.

Come here.

What's all...

I don't know. Probably an Iker or a Twitcher or something. They're a flaming

nuisance. There's a good deal of money at stake here.

Rival syndicates with an eye on our patch.

Security's a matter of some concern.

Well, you don't think he's... Oh, you never know.

Best keep an eye open.

Steve is the eldest.

I've got two others, Anna and Philip.

You?

Kid.

No.

We were always travelling. The social world, you know.

Max inherited a fortune and he's determined to spend it or perish in the

attempt.

I used to read about you sometimes.

My wife's magazines.

Having such a grand time.

God, how I hated my father.

All his blue -blooded pride and pomposity.

He just wanted you to be happy, Patricia.

You were right.

We were far too young to marry.

He just wanted me to do what I was told.

I was speaking about you to my brother.

We're having a few people over for drinks tomorrow evening.

He wondered if you'd care to join us.

Well, that's very kind, but...

Harry, times have changed, surely.

Where you've been, maybe, but not so much around here.

Just a thought.

You know, Patricia, if you were ever in any trouble

or you needed out...

Doing well, Claude?

I've been doing a bit of moulding for his lordship.

I've been here practically every day this week, getting a night full in here.

Well, it's time we made some real brass, eh?

Alfred, where's he?

Hey, David, go and put a bit of string on him or something, will you?

What's the matter with you?

This is going to be a neat little job, Claude.

But I've got to get to a telephone.

Line up some troops.

Right.

David?

Where's he gone? David!

I'll put a bit of string on you.

David!

Nice dog.

Alfred?

David?

Is that your dad?

Mr. Greengrass?

No.

Come on.

I'll see you in a couple of days.

Any problems, give me a call at Bing's.

Come on, old thing. You'll be all right. Don't fuss, Charlie. I'm not a child.

Right on time.

Good. What did I tell you?

Hey, there's a better look.

The ladyship's going well.

We need to back way in for our vehicles.

No problem. Go on.

I can't believe that this place hasn't been hit before.

I know. We're a bit out of the way of being.

Dawn tomorrow, Claude.

We'll put Ashfordly Hall on the map.

You talk like Marlena Dietrich And you dance like D .D.

Jarmel Your clothes are all made by Balmain

And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair.

Yes, there are.

You live in a fancy apartment.

Off the boulevard.

La Michelle.

The way you keep your rolling... Mac said you didn't. You're working for Mac.

Sorry? I won't be intimidated, you know. He's put private detectors on me

before, but I can make life very uncomfortable for you. Very

indeed.

Are you saying your husband is in the habit of having you followed?

Yes. And I've seen this fellow before, when I was out riding.

And then today, he was watching the house.

I saw the binoculars round his neck.

When I confronted him, he was pretending to repair his bicycle.

I think I've seen him in the Aidensfield Arms, too.

Could be just a coincidence.

Oh, so now I'm paranoid, too, am I?

No one is suggesting that, Mrs Brewster.

My husband is a very rich man, Sergeant.

He wants a divorce, but he doesn't want to pay for it. So he's hoping to portray

me as the guilty party.

I may be a lot of things, but I'm not that.

I'm sure you're not, Mrs. Brewster.

And if this man is harassing you, on his own or on your husband's account, we'll

certainly look into it.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I shall mention how helpful you've been to the Chief Constable next time I see

him.

Well, that's very kind of you, Mrs. Brewster.

Right, Rowan, you've been applying this joker on fast.

So? I want no stone left unturned. Do you understand me?

Yes, Archie.

Harry?

It's me, Patricia.

He said if I was in trouble, if I needed anything.

He's never a private detective, Nick. He's too nervy.

Well, who can tell, Gina? Perhaps he's heavily in disguise.

Ah. Mr. Potter.

What do you want?

I haven't done anything.

Come in.

I was afraid we started without you.

You all right?

I am now.

Charlie's gone shooting, so I thought I'd take the opportunity of inviting a

old friends.

I don't understand.

When you phoned me this morning, you said someone was following you.

Oh, they are.

Now, what you need is a glass of champagne.

What's going on, Patricia? There's no -one else here.

Seems I don't have too many old friends.

Never mind.

What shall we drink to?

So, Mr Potter, you're not a private detective and you weren't following Mrs

Brewster. I only had a puncture.

She stopped the car and started to threaten me. I didn't know who she was.

But you have been following someone.

That's why you're in the Ashfordly Hall, isn't it?

They're planning a burglary of some sort. I overreared them.

What? At Ashfordly Hall?

They said they couldn't believe it had never been hit before.

But dawned tomorrow they were going to put it on the map.

Do you remember when I got married?

As I walked out of the church on Max's arm, I saw your face in the

crowd. You looked so desolate.

Oh, well, you were a long time ago.

I've never stopped loving you.

My son, Steve, has been telling me that you got yourself into quite a mess.

Drink. And the like.

You need some proper help.

I need you.

If we could only... Don't be ridiculous.

No one can turn the clock back.

And I wouldn't want to.

Stay with me.

Stay here just for tonight.

Patricia, don't do this. It spoils everything. Once I get a divorce, I will

millionaire and we can make up for all the time we've lost. Look, I've got a

wife and a family that I love.

Harry, I'm begging you, don't go.

You're my last chance.

I swear I'll kill myself!

You can't do this to me, Patricia.

Hello, Nick.

Hello, Maggie.

Peace, Alfred.

I'll leave you to it.

Sorry, Joe.

I've got no right to pick on your friends, ever they may be.

Yeah, I'm sorry too, but I'm not a snob, Nick.

No, I know, I know.

Hello?

Patricia, I wondered if you'd fancy coming over.

Having a drink or two?

Because, to tell you the truth, Joe, I could do with some company.

I'm sorry, Patricia, I can't. I'm busy this evening.

Yes, I've got someone with me.

on my brain.

So if you want me, you take me for what I'm worth. If you want me, you take me

for what I'm worth.

I don't pretend to be a saint.

My sins, they are many.

But there's no one perfect in this universe.

Within. Oh, I'm like a rain cloud that one day may burst.

We both know I'll be leaving.

And if one little tear you breathe.

Oh, it's all right. Practically kicked the door down.

There was no reply.

So I called you. No staff.

No, she's getting everyone the night off. And he's brought them away.

Patricia? Patricia?

Joe?

Better call an ambulance.

What do you think?

Oh, it's hard to say. There could have been 30 -40 tablets in those bottles.

If she took them all, well, she'd make me serious about wanting to do away with

herself. I'm going to hospital, Harry.

I remember the night old Lord Ashfordly had come to see my father.

In those days, the most important thing was know your place.

And he told my father straight.

It weren't fitting for his daughter to marry son of a tenant farmer.

My father agreed with him.

Did you love her very much?

I... I was only 19.

She was shipped off to Switzerland, some finishing school.

I got on with my life. Next I heard she was to marry some rich American.

She'd have been better off with you.

No.

Don't think so, really.

She was a lovely girl, but she was spoiled.

She wasn't brought up to work for a living.

She just thought the rest of the world were there for her amusement.

Looks like she's going to pull through.

Oh, thank God.

Harry, thank you for raising the alarm.

Awful business.

It may not be for me to say all those yet, but she needs some proper

professional help.

A psychiatrist or whatever.

Yes, indeed.

It's all in hand.

I'm very grateful.

Come on, David, we'll be there about midnight if you don't hurry up.

He likes me, your dog.

Yeah, well, we'll eat out.

Hey, come on, son, come on.

What are you doing hanging about here, anyway?

Thought we could have a bit of a chat.

Did you?

Well, you'll have to look, cos I've got an appointment.

And in any case, it's his private property, so off it.

What time do you call this?

Don't start. We had to wait about half an hour for this lot.

Aye. All right, Dave, we'll leave it to Bill. I was beginning to think that

you'd got lost.

It would have been a lot easier, Bill, if you'd just told us where the shoe was

to be.

Oh, didn't I mention it?

It's the Ashfordly estate.

Best shooting in the county, sir.

Splendid. Will Lord Ashfordly be joining us?

Not from what you were saying last night, no.

Well, anything?

No, sir. I'll check round the back, too.

Well, maybe all the activity last night put them off.

Maybe.

We'll give them a bit longer.

What do you reckon, Sarge?

Well, it's your information, Rowan. What do you reckon?

It's the lead up the garden path.

Who's that Lord Asperty, Sarge?

Blayton?

What's going on?

Well, the information seemed reliable, sir.

Ashfordly Hall was clearly the target.

You've been very thorough, Blaketon.

I'm grateful.

Over there. Come on, Blaketon.

I always said Greengrass was a poacher, not a burglar.

They're over here, you know, Jim.

Jim.

Lay down your guns!

What's the meaning of this?

I'll have you know, sir, we've paid good money for a day's shooting.

Not to me, sir, you haven't.

Nice of you not to run us over, Claude.

I'm glad I went over to Aidensfield.

A change of scene is often the best medicine.

Indeed.

When I lost my husband, I remember thinking, what on earth do I do with

now?

I felt abandoned.

I know what you mean.

Joe has been very helpful to me, though.

Coming over, keeping me company.

She's got a very good heart, your daughter.

I know.

I hope you don't think I'm taking advantage of it.

I'm sure no -one would blame you if you were.

I want Jo to be happy, you know.

She's got her whole life ahead of her. I don't want her worrying about me.

Hard for any daughter not to in the circumstances.

My wife was never sure about Nick.

But he seems a pretty solid chap to me.

I think they'll make a go of it, don't you?

Yes, I think so.

I am telling you the truth.

He said he were a land surveyor. Give me a few quid if I'd show him about a bit.

You don't seriously expect me to believe that, do you, Greengrass?

You know anybody else yet.

We're going to find your partner in crime, Greengrass.

And when we do, you're going to be for the high jump.

How are you feeling?

Flowers.

How quaint.

You don't smoke, do you? I'd sell my soul for a cigarette.

No, sorry.

Last night, when you phoned, I'm sorry. I don't want your pity.

Or your guilt.

I never... I expected Harry to come back, you know.

He was worried about you.

Oh, I can't think why.

I mean nothing to him anymore.

Take a tip from me, Jo.

You're only young once.

Be selfish and enjoy it.

And don't let anyone tell you what to do.

Yes. Sarge, there's no one at Greengrass's place apart from Mr. Potter

And we checked the rendezvous point. There's nothing.

And all our sporting gentlemen seem to know about Greengrass's accomplishments

is that he comes from Leeds.

Are you going to release him then, Sarge?

I think I'll have to.

But I thought I could... Ah, yes. Mr. Potter would like to have a word with

Greengrass, Sarge.

There's a young man here who's come to pray for your soul.

Pray for me what?

What exactly are you up to?

I've got a feeling it's down to you I'm in here.

I just wanted you to repent.

I just wanted you to... Do you remember Becky Samson?

She was a barmaid in Whitby 20 years ago.

What about it?

She was my mother.

She put me up for adoption.

I'm training for the priesthood.

Are you?

What's it got to do with me?

Well, before I commit myself to my heavenly father, I wanted to find out

real earthly father was.

Hey, hang on. You're not suggesting... I'm called Graham now, but when I was

born, she called me Claude.

Did she?

This is your idea of a joke, Blaketon. You can't nick me fair and square. She

had to flame and set him on me. We're not joking, Greengrass.

Finding a discovery of your long -lost son is something you should take very

seriously indeed.

It's not my son, Betty Thompson.

I mean, you must remember Betty Thompson. Let's face it, he could be

Anybody's? I don't think the lad necessarily needs to hear that, Claude.

be the start of it, was it?

Hang on a minute. Am I being nicked or not?

Well, you're free to go for the time being. Thank you very much.

I'm sorry, lad. The point is, your mother was a very nice woman. It's just

she had a bit of a friendly disposition.

It's easy, son, son.

If he is, he has all my sympathy.

You've made a good life yourself, Joe.

I'm really pleased about that.

Your mother would be, too.

I've been thinking, Dad.

Now that you're on your own... Yes, well, I've been thinking, too. In

I've been making you a few plans.

I spent a lot of time in the Far East during the war, and I've always wanted

go back, but your mother never fancied it.

But now,

now, I've got some money put by, and I thought, now's the time to do it before

get too old.

What do you think?

Wouldn't you mind, I mean, travelling all on your own? No, I don't think I

would. I could suit myself, go at my own pace.

In fact, I'm rather looking forward to it.

I wouldn't go before the wedding, of course.

I think it's a wonderful idea, Dad.

I really do.

Hey.

My two favorite girls in the whole world.

I popped over to see Dad this afternoon.

We were saying it's about time we fixed the date for the wedding.

Our wedding?

Are you still planning on marrying me, then?

I'm planning to marry you.

Who are you planning to marry?

Why does the love just stay in my memory?