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

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

Open the door!

Tommy!

Oh, come on!

I know you're in there!

Oh, no.

Jimmy! Get out of there!

Jimmy!

What do you think you're doing?

Nothing. There's someone round the front.

You what?

Well, no, really.

What do you think you were doing? Nothing, nothing, all right. Well, just

the ladders and I'll get the van.

Sorry, love, we're not open yet.

That's OK. I wasn't after a drink.

Bill. Oh, and you said you'd never forget me.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

So who's looking after the guesthouse?

Jenny?

No. No, we're divorced.

She didn't like the unsociable hours.

Anyway, we're closed for a few weeks.

You wouldn't recognise the old place now, Mary?

I bought the house next door and knocked them both into one.

Made it into a proper hotel.

Mary, this gentleman is aware that we are actually closed.

Actually, this is a private conversation, Oscar.

Now, if you'll excuse us.

Carry on.

Blimey, what's the matter with him?

Don't ask.

In case you're wondering why I'm here,

I need a manager.

Someone I can trust to run it for me.

You're offering me the job.

It's Sidmouth, your old place.

Didn't you always say that it was your dream?

Bill, just because your wife's gone, you don't... I know that.

Look, it's yours if you want it.

And no strings attached.

Don't say anything now.

Just think about it.

Look at that.

I twisted my ankle.

You were lucky I didn't break your neck.

Next time, just do what you've been told.

Oh, look, stop going on with it.

Hey, we agreed.

We stick to the roofing and the guttering.

It's foolproof.

Yeah, well, there was a window open. I'm not going to look a gift horse in the

mouth, am I?

Oh, right.

And what if she came round the corner and caught us with a bag full of Nick

here? Yeah, well, she didn't. I didn't get a chance to get anything, did I?

with you and your panicking.

You're in trouble, Danny boys. You've got no bottle.

Yeah? Well, I'm not going back inside because you get greedy.

Have you got that? Yeah, all right, all right. Keep your hair on.

In future, we stick to the plan, right?

Constable.

Yes, you.

Where's the sergeant?

Oh, I'm sorry, he's on the phone.

Can I help you?

You? No.

I need someone in authority.

Yes, well, you've got him, madam.

Perhaps you'd be good enough to explain what the problem is.

It's my sister.

There's something wrong up at the house.

I knocked and knocked and there's no answer.

There was a van.

As soon as they saw me, they took off. Right, well, I'll just take a few

details.

Details?

My sister could be lying dead or dying somewhere.

This won't take a moment. We'll get somebody up there right away.

Ventress, get your helmet.

See? That's just from one bit of gutter.

You were lucky we were in the area after three inspections.

Another couple of weeks and you'd have been in real trouble.

Yes, well, leave your card and I'll get back to you.

Well, it's your decision, of course.

But I seriously advise you to have them done now.

Be on the safe side.

It's cheaper in the long run.

I'll think about it if you don't mind.

Hey, that downpipe's in a real mess.

The first stop of rain, that'll flood.

Here's our emergency number.

Yeah. Bonus.

Any time.

Jimmy.

Well, I've checked round the house and there's no sign of a break -in anywhere.

So, short of breaking down the front door... Will!

Go on, then.

You're a policeman, aren't you?

But that doesn't give us carte blanche to go breaking into people's houses.

It's an emergency.

Miss Gilmore, there's no sign of a break -in and there's no foul play.

Is that it?

Is that all you're going to do?

Oh, for now, it's all I can do.

Well, there must be something.

I'll tell you what.

I'll have a word with the lads at the station and tell them to keep you

of anything new.

In the meantime, I'll keep an eye open for that van that you saw.

Hey.

Is that the bride?

What are you doing here?

Work, I'm afraid.

Look, not all of us get a big day off, you know.

Well, I don't get paid overtime, remember?

We're, uh...

Trying to trace a blue van.

Thrilling.

I don't suppose there's any chance of a quick cuppa, is there?

I thought you were supposed to be working.

Well, I am.

On my relationship.

Go ahead, Sarge.

No, nothing yet.

Make your way back to the station, then.

I've got something to announce.

Right. On my way, Sarge.

You were saying?

I'll be back.

No wonder her sister disappeared.

She hasn't got a good word to say about anyone. Right old nag.

What? No.

Sorry, love. Not you. No.

There.

There's nothing registered on the name of Murphy.

Right. No.

Maybe she got the name wrong.

Well, thanks anyway.

Don't open your nose off.

Celia Gilmore. Right old busybody.

Did you find anything?

No, nothing.

Anyone seen any clean cups?

Oh, by the way, Phil, do you know what Craddock wants? He said he had some sort

of announcement to make.

My dear ouch!

We got a drink out of these.

A bit of ash never hurts anyone.

Give it to me, I'll rinse it.

Good. A full compliment.

A moment of your time, please, gentlemen.

As of next week, I shall be taking a short sabbatical.

I've been offered a temporary attachment training police cadets at an outward

-bound training centre.

However, rest assured, I shall be dropping in regularly to make sure

everything's up to scratch.

But before I go on this course, I want the station in tip -top order.

And that means no cases pending or still under inquiry.

A completely clean slate.

Right. Let's get on with it, please.

Yes. A few weeks without Craddock.

Well, not exactly. You heard him. He'll be back.

Still worth a few pints, I think.

What do you reckon, Alf?

Well, seeing as Mike will be paying.

Why me?

Well, you'll be the one who'll be getting the extra cash.

Acting sergeants don't come cheap.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry, Jean.

Something important turned up.

Obviously. Far be it for me to criticise when I thought you two were trying to

run a business here.

Right, then, I'm off. If anyone needs me, I'm having a swift nine holes.

I'm beginning to think him taking over the pub wasn't a good idea.

You want an argument, pick another subject.

If you really want to get over his nose, put this on the slate.

What did it tell you?

Money for old rope.

And no risk.

Yeah, so we got lucky a few times. We're not the ones that said no, eh? Then

it's plan B.

David, I've got a job for you.

I haven't finished my dinner yet. You have now.

You can't come on here in those boots.

Well, this looks like official police business.

Is it?

No. I just thought you might be able to help.

Seeing that you're a font of local knowledge.

I'm a what?

A font of local knowledge.

Well, I take it that's supposed to be a compliment.

Tommy Baines.

He lives down the Eltoring Road.

Do you know him?

Tommy Bain.

No, he keeps himself to himself.

Married, no kids.

Wife can be a bit of a stickler.

And as for that sister of hers... Oh, yes.

I've met her.

She hasn't seen him, then?

No. He used to come into the post office once a week, regular as clockwork. Used

to buy a box of chocolates for his sister in Whitby.

But not seen him for ages.

Why?

Well, it's over a couple of bookies.

A tea chest, some trowels. Oh, there was a box of tennis balls.

Tennis balls?

I don't know what their game is, but it certainly isn't tennis. Mind you, I

think I might know a way of finding out.

Excuse me, lads. I noticed in your van outside.

So? Well, I think I might be able to put a bit of business your way.

Aye, they're rotten.

I want them balls for four.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you, Mr Greengrass. I thought you might

have. Yeah, you're going to be getting a blockage very soon.

Last time anybody said that to me, it were your doctors.

I'm being serious, Mr Greengrass.

Now, we could clear the lot for, say, 15 quid.

15 quid?

That is serious.

I'm afraid it'll have to wait until I'm not in the condition I'm in at the

moment. And what's that?

Skint. Look, are you messing us about?

Perish the thought.

Yeah, because if I thought for one minute that you were... You'd what?

All right, Mr Greengrass.

When the rain comes and you're in trouble, give us a call.

Of course I will.

Pigs might.

Oscar Blayton reckons that Tommy was always in his old shop buying his sister

chocolates. So I went over and checked.

He was there a couple of days ago.

Oh, well, there you go then. Mystery solved. They're probably over at his

sister's now, aren't they? Oh, that's what I said to Craddock. It's a lot of

fuss about nothing.

Alf!

What? Why can't you use an ashtray like everyone else?

Well, I do.

Obviously, you need a bigger one.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Stop.

Don't you dare ignore me.

I didn't.

And don't shout.

What have you done to her?

I know what you're talking about. Eileen, my sister, where is she? I don't

Don't lie to me. I don't know what you're talking about. You're a liar.

I'm not a liar. It's the truth.

And I won't be insulted on my own property, least of all by you. Whose

Oh, that's rich. Whose money bought it, not yours. Leave me alone.

I warn you.

I've been on to the police.

They know she's missing.

I

knew

they weren't in Whitby.

I wouldn't have been seen dead in Whitby.

nor anywhere else with him.

What makes you think something's happened to him, Miss Gilmore?

He tried to run me over, didn't he?

He's hiding something.

Oh, I'm sure he is.

All right, all right.

What about the van?

Nothing so far, Sarge.

We're still trying to trace it, Sarge.

All right.

Bellamy, Bradley, you get over there, have a word with Mr Bain if he's there.

Ventress, you find that van. This has gone on long enough.

I still don't understand.

Why are we checking the gutters when there's nobody here?

How many more times?

How are we going to know which houses we come back to when it rains and we don't

know which houses have had balls stuck down the drain pipes?

What's going on here?

We're just doing a bit of odd job here, Michael.

Mr and Mrs Bain are inside, are they?

I was just going to find out.

No, they're not in.

I see.

Why don't you come down from there, David?

The place is deserted.

The curtains are still drawn.

Phil, look, there's an upstairs window that's open round the side. Take the

ladder, I'll have a shifty round here.

Hey, what's going on? Is there something to... Because if there is, it's got no

to do with us.

Well, as soon as you are here, make yourself useful, eh?

So, Doctor, off the record, what do you think?

An accident?

I'm not sure.

It seems that way.

She must have slipped and caught her head on the hearth.

Hold on.

If you say, Miss Dodge, it looks like blood.

That's interesting.

We'll need to analyse it, of course, but it's probably hers.

From the position of the body, it looks like... Well, could she have been moved?

I think it's more likely she struggled to get up and then fell again.

Hmm. I'm not so sure.

Anyway, you're the policeman, Sergeant.

All I can say is, from the general state of the body, she's been dead for about

two days.

Two days?

Miss Gilmore, I suppose she saw a van outside the house this morning.

I didn't see anything.

And you didn't hear anything either?

I said that sometimes I...

I don't wear my hearing aid.

Really? Why not?

I forget sometimes. It's uncomfortable.

I see.

And when did you laugh at your wife?

Mr. Bain, I asked you a question.

I don't know. I can't remember. The other day.

Mr. Bain, the doctor reckons your wife's been dead about two days.

Weren't you at all concerned about her whereabouts?

Your wife disappears and you just carry on regardless. Is that it?

I'm sorry, you can't go in. No, no, no. I want to see him.

You killed her, didn't you?

You're terrified now, are you?

She was all I had.

You took her from me.

You took her. Better me take this girl home, will you?

So, do you think he did it?

Tommy Bain? No, totally out of character.

Well, it's Mr Bain I feel sorry for.

Honestly, fancy having a murderer living right under our noses?

There you go, love.

Well, it doesn't surprise me.

After 30 years on the police force, I could tell you some stories that would

make your hair curl.

Outside. Now.

Hey, Tommy, what's going on? You tell me.

That house this morning, what were you really doing in there?

You're talking about, you know what I was doing? Don't lie to me.

There was an old woman inside, wasn't there?

No. She's dead, Jimmy, and you were in there with her.

She's dead?

Hey, it wasn't me.

Listen, Danny, I swear I never even knew she was in the house.

Yeah, you want to try and tell that to the police?

Hey, where are you going?

Anywhere. Away from you.

Oh, come on, Danny, we're on to a winner here.

And what about the van?

Keep it.

It's yours.

So what are you saying?

You weren't even in the house.

You were in Whitby visiting your sister, Mrs. Bower.

Yes. And what day was that?

Day?

It was Monday.

The day before your wife died?

Yes.

No, no.

No, I don't know. I'm getting confused. Maybe... Maybe it was Tuesday.

Well, which one was it?

It is important, Mr. Bain.

It was Tuesday.

Yes, Tuesday.

And she'll be out for that.

You can ask her if you like.

Oh, we will.

We will.

Now, about Tuesday.

Exactly what time did you set off for Whitby?

Time? I don't recall.

Then let me make it easy for you.

Was it early or late, Mr. Bain?

I'm sorry, I'm saying nothing more till I see a solicitor.

A solicitor?

Now, why would you want to see a solicitor, Mr. Bain?

It's my right.

Look, there on the bench.

Thank you.

So, you can confirm that Tommy came to see you on the Tuesday, Mr. Bell.

Yes, he arrived out of the blue. He usually phones, but he said he just

a break.

I remember because I worry about him driving at night.

His eyesight's not what it was.

So he arrived late?

Well, it was getting a bit dark, you know.

And, er, well, did he seem upset at all?

He was a bit quiet.

He's not very talkative.

But who would be living in that house?

Sorry. I didn't mean to speak ill of the dead.

No, no, what do you mean, living in that house?

Nothing.

It's nothing.

No, no, it's just that, well, I noticed that the house has a very strange feel

to it.

All the doors seem to be locked.

Oh, that doesn't surprise me.

I mean her and that sister of hers.

They made his life a misery.

What with their nagging and niggling.

I don't know how many times I told him we ought to leave.

Well, uh, why didn't he?

I don't know.

Pride.

He always said they were all right till that Celia arrived.

Right.

Well, thank you for your help, Mrs. Bower. You've been very helpful.

He's a good man, you know.

I mean, he's got his ways, but he's got a good heart.

Every month he takes me up to the hospital for my check -up. I'm diabetic,

see.

I wouldn't hurt anybody.

Honestly.

Mr. Bain, what sort of a man doesn't see his wife for two days and doesn't even

think to wonder where she is?

I wasn't there.

Oh, yes.

You were over with your sisters.

Sergeant, there's not much point in asking Mr. Bain questions if you insist

answering them yourself.

I'm just trying to get at the truth, Miss Lambert. Well, badgering my client

won't help.

Well, telling us the truth might.

The pathologist estimates the time of Mrs. Bain's death at around about 11 a

on Tuesday morning.

So? Bradley?

Ah, yes, Mr. Bain.

His sister confirmed that he was with her on Tuesday, but he evidently arrived

in the evening.

So, Mr. Bain, where were you for the rest of the day?

I'd advise you not to answer that, Mr. Bain.

In the circumstances, I'd like some time alone with my client.

I don't know what we're doing here, Mike.

It has to have been Tommy.

He doesn't have an alibi.

I know.

I know, Phil, it's just... It's just something's wrong. I mean, look,

for a start, if Tommy did do it, how did he get into Eileen's room?

Her door was locked from the inside.

He must have had a key.

Then why haven't we found one, eh?

Mike, look at this place.

It's got it locked up like a prison.

Poor old Biddy was so frightened she was having to lock herself in for her own

protection.

And according to Celia Gilmore, Tommy hated Eileen.

So we know he had a motive.

No.

He's guilty.

Our only problem is proving it.

If he had the keys, then why didn't he use the kitchen?

Eileen's father abandoned them when they were very young and, well,

something like that, it affects you.

Celia and I never got on.

She doesn't really trust men.

Anyway, it was always them against me.

And then Eileen told me she wanted Celia to move in with us.

And you refused.

I'd had enough.

I told her I wanted a divorce, that we could sell the house and split the

profit, but she wouldn't.

So they started plotting against me and then... locking the doors

on me.

Laughing at me.

So they were the ones who locked the doors, not you?

No.

Well, I had my two rooms upstairs. I didn't mind.

Until they started locking the kitchen.

Is that why you were cooking in your bedroom?

I moved my belongings into the room and sat tight.

I know I should have looked for her.

But I was just pleased to have a bit of peace and quiet for a while.

He didn't know she was in the room.

And he couldn't look.

Tell them, Tommy.

I didn't have a key. I'm not allowed in there.

I didn't have a key.

Well, it would have made things a damn sight easier if he'd told us all this at

the beginning.

He couldn't.

Couldn't or wouldn't?

His pride wouldn't let him.

Don't you see he's desperately trying to hang on to the little bit of dignity

he's got left in his life?

What's that, Miss Lambert?

Female intuition?

Look, you're a man, Sergeant. You should understand. He was embarrassed.

Would you want to admit that you were being bullied by your wife?

Yes. Well, you'll be pleased to hear, Miss Lambert, we're letting Mr Bain go

now.

Goodbye.

Are you sure you'll be all right, Tommy?

Oh, yes.

I'll go straight up to my room.

I'm all right there.

You've got my number.

Give me a call if you need anything, all right?

Thank you.

Well, that's it.

So, what do you think then, Bob?

Come on, I'll tell you what, Bob. I'll even chuck in all the gear. How about

that then, eh?

Well, anyway, Bob, you will let us know, eh?

Bye. Bye -bye.

Excuse me, sir. Can I have a word?

Some breathing on the upper arm that possibly could have been caused by

Oh, come on, Phil. That could mean anything.

Look, she was an old lady. Knocks are common at that age. That's what the

said himself.

You've got to admit, Phil, that it's pretty inconclusive.

Yeah?

Yeah, all right.

Well, take a look at that.

Still reckon it was an accident, now? What?

What are you talking about?

Well, the note says Mrs Bain's blood was AB, yet the report from forensics says

that... Here.

The blood we find by the light switch was O positive.

Someone must have been in the room with her.

So you admit you were at the Bain house?

Yeah. So what?

Look, I was counting for work.

I mean, I've got my own business, roofing and guttering, like, what's

that? Nothing.

Only it's a con.

So, why were you trying to sell the van at the garage?

You've got something to hide, have you, Jimmy?

Something to expose with the evidence?

Look, I don't know what you're talking about.

Then let me explain.

Eileen Bain was found dead in her bedroom.

You were at the house.

We found blood in the room. It wasn't hers. We think it could have been yours.

Mine?

No way.

Hey, it wasn't me. Look, I never even knew she was there.

So why run?

All right, OK, look.

There was an open window round at the back, so I thought, why not?

It's better than guttering anyway.

So I climbed in.

It was the bathroom, wasn't it? Then when I tried to get into the rest of the

house, I couldn't. The door was locked.

Well, then some old biddy starts up from the front and Danny starts panicking,

so I legged it.

Danny?

Me partner.

And he can verify this.

So where is he?

I don't know. He left.

Look, it's the truth, I swear.

Yes, well, there's one way we can find out for sure.

So what's going on with you and Bill, then?

Nothing. Oh, come on.

You can't kid me.

It's not what you think.

I mean, I don't want to start having, well, you know, relations with him.

Well, is that what he wants?

He says not, but I don't believe him.

He's always had a soft spot for me.

The thing is, he's got a hotel.

It's in Sidmouth.

He wants me to run it for him.

So, you mean you're leaving Aidensfield?

You know it's something I've always wanted, Gina.

My own hotel.

And now Oscar's here.

But he doesn't run the pub.

I know, but you don't really need me now.

I mean, if I thought I were letting you down or anything.

You've never done that.

If that's what you want, then you should do it.

I don't get it.

If the pathologist reckons Eileen Bain had been dead for two days... Oh.

There's no chance Jimmy could have done it, is there? Unless he went back there

for some reason.

Anyway, the blood test will confirm all that.

You finish up here, will you, Brodie?

I'm hoping that's a good sign.

Let's just say I'm thinking about it.

Bill? Yes?

Hiya, I'm Gina.

And I'd like to buy you two a large drink.

Hello, Gina. You've got a private party. Can anybody join in?

The bar isn't open yet, Greengrass.

What are you on about, these three are drinking?

Gina? Come on, you two.

We'll take our drinks in the kitchen.

Now, look, Junior, I didn't mean... Actually, I'm

really coming to have a word with you, Oscar.

What? Have you had your gutterings checked lately? Because there's a couple

lads going round and they're charging 15 quid. Well, me and David are prepared

to do it for a fiver.

Or even less.

Well, that's a very generous offer, Mr Greenrose.

I think I might have to take you up on that.

Come on, Mike.

You don't know it was definitely Tommy in the room.

I mean, do you really believe that he's a murderer?

Because I don't.

Hey, where did you get these?

Tommy.

You just wanted to say thank you.

I was really touched.

Well, bribery will get you everywhere, eh?

Yeah, well, you should know.

Not the caramels.

You know your problem, Mike.

You're turning into a cynic.

It's the job.

Yeah, well, don't let it.

Hmm. What's the matter?

You're not on a diet, are you?

I mean, you don't want to end up like Craddock, do you?

Oh, he's not such a bad cop, really.

Did I tell you? He's going on a secondment.

Training cadets on an outward bound course.

No.

Well, good luck to them.

So when are you taking over?

You're obviously the best man for the job.

Yeah, well, you're biased, aren't you?

That was a compliment.

Mike?

Sorry?

Yeah, look, I've got to go.

Where?

To see a lady about some chocolate.

Well, I want to do with us, Sergeant. It were them two blokes from Liverpool.

Yes, and you were cashing in on it.

Right, Ventress, when they've finished here, they can do round the back.

All right, David.

You'd better go up there and sort it out.

Oh, not David, Mr. Greengrass.

I want you up there.

Me? With my knees?

Don't argue, please.

Up you go.

I'm nearly an old -age pensioner.

Even that won't stop you spending a night in the cells.

All right.

Think upon it as being service to the community, Claude.

Chocolate?

Why should he buy me chocolates? I mean, I'm a diabetic.

Well, I know that's what puzzled me.

He doesn't have any other friends in Whitby that you know about, does he?

Not that I know of.

He occasionally pops down to the British Legion.

Well, do you remember if he went there the last time he was here?

Yes. Yes, I think he did.

Yeah, Tommy Bain.

I remember him.

Friend of Mrs Powell's.

Come in.

She should be here. Thanks.

Joy?

Yeah? Hold on.

Yeah?

PC Bradley, Ashley.

I wondered if I could have a quick chat.

Of course.

You and Mr Bain are good friends, are you, Joy?

Oh, yes.

Thomas is such a kind man. So thoughtful.

You know, he always brings me chocolate.

I've got such a sweet tooth and he never forgets.

I told him, I said, you'll have me putting weight on you, Will. He just

he says.

He likes a woman with a bit of flesh on her.

So, er, the two of you are, well, close.

I'll let you into a little secret.

We're talking about getting married.

Well, it's been over a year now and...

We've got a lot in common, us both being widowers for so long and all.

Something's wrong, isn't it?

Mrs Powell, I really didn't want to be the one to tell you this, but Thomas

Bain, he's married.

What a loot he was.

His wife was found dead three days ago.

You know your trouble?

You're hooked, mate.

Rubbish. You are.

Look at you.

Fag in one hand, food in the other.

I could give it up tomorrow if I wanted to.

Go on, then.

What?

Two quid says you can't.

Two quid?

Well, it's hardly worthwhile.

All right, then. A fiver. Come on.

Put your money where your mouth is.

Smoking and gambling now, are we, Ventress?

What?

Oh. Oh, no, no, Sarge.

I was just saying to young Bellamy here that I'm giving it up.

There you are.

Last one.

Well, that's good.

Because I was acting sergeant while I'm away, I shall expect you to abide by the

rules.

Me?

Yes.

I wish I could say it was my idea of interest, but as you've probably

it wasn't.

I'm sure Bellamy and Bradley will give you all the help you need.

You know, this is beginning to feel like police victimisation.

We've just got the results of the blood types. It can't have been Jimmy Turner.

But Tommy's blood matches.

Yeah, but that still doesn't prove it was definitely Tommy. Maybe not, but I

just found out he's got a fiancée in Whitby.

That's Eileen's bedroom.

They were her spare set.

I knew where she hid them.

I wanted you to find out.

Perhaps that's why I...

I kept coming in here.

We know about Mrs Powell, Tommy.

Oi.

I should have told her.

I couldn't, but... I was frightened I kept putting it off.

We were in love, you see. We'd made each other happy.

Your wife found out?

No, no.

I told her.

I was... I was leaving for both our fates.

Then she attacked me.

She was... She was banging my head against the wall. I just

saw red.

her away.

And then she tripped.

And then I saw the blood on the hearth.

I tried to help her, but she wouldn't answer.

She wasn't breathing.

I did it.

I didn't mean to.

I did it.

It's all right, Tommy.

Right, Mr. Bain, that all seems to be in order.

Miss Lambert will take you home.

I can go?

The post -mortem result confirmed your story.

There will have to be an inquest, but for now, yes.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I hope you realise you're lucky I'm not charging you with perverting the course

of justice.

Julia.

Can you spare a minute, Mary?

Yes.

Look, I think I owe you an apology.

Really? Yes.

Well, I've been a bit short -tempered lately and I'd just like you to know I'm

sorry.

Thank you, Oscar.

I accept your apology.

Oh, good.

Thanks. But I have to tell you I am still leaving.

Well, are you really sure about this, Mary?

I mean, you've been living here now for a year.

You hardly know this man.

Well, I hardly knew any of you when I came here, did I?

What'll Gina do without you?

She'll manage.

Besides, she's got you to help her now, hasn't she?

Well, won't you wish me luck?

There'll always be a plate there for you.

You know that.

Here we are.

Don't worry.

I'll get it. No, no.

Please.

Tommy, you have to answer the door. It could be important.

Not answering it won't make things any better.

Shall I?

No, you're right.

It's my responsibility.

How does he know she'd come?

Male intuition.

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

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