All language subtitles for Heartbeat s12e21 Lily of the Valley

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

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

Hiya, Oscar. Hiya.

Go on, let me take that. Oh, thanks.

Oh, it's good to see you.

It's good to be back.

I really miss the rain.

Never more to roam.

Well, I won't be going back to Spain
again in a hurry, that's for sure.

Well, at least you got a fair trial, eh?
There should never have been a trial.

My word against a couple of con artists.

It was a joke.

So do we crack open a bottle to
celebrate, then?

No, I think a nice cup of cocoa in an
early night, that'll do for me. You've

no chance.

There's a meeting organised tonight
about the quarry. They were hoping you'd

back on time. Oh, no.

Oh, talk of the devil.

Bright lights, big city, dance to my
favorite piece. Morning's pinned up.

Bright lights, big city, dance to my
favorite piece.

Do you know how much longer you're going
to be wanting my services, Mr. Pinder?

Oh, another month. Maybe two.

Just as long as it takes me to lick the
business into shape.

Well, no hurry.

It's been a pleasure driving you.

Picking up, only making tips on the way.

No secret scripts.

Hard work is all.

Hard work, desire and belief.

I want and I can. That's my motto.

Top Rig Quarry has been a ball in the
flesh of this village for years.

And Jim Pender is just the latest in a
long line to run Ross Shaw over our

complaint.

So we're here tonight to say enough is
enough.

Councillor Blaketon, what the local
authority are doing for us about this?

Good question, Jenny.

Well, the council can't impose new
conditions on an old mining consent.

Oh, politicians, eh?

Gina, shouldn't you be behind the bar?

I haven't lived in the village long, but
I know a number of my patients depend

on the quarry to make a living.

Hear, hear, Doctor.

And my takings, too.

Now, if you move jobs out of the area,
people will be forced to move away to

find work.

Look, we're not trying to close the
quarry down. We're trying to reduce its

impact.

We need a limit on the size of the
lorries going through the village and a

reduction in the hours per day.

And where do the police stand on this?

Well, why don't you ask him?

I'm here to listen, not speak.

Oh, come on, constable. Get off the
fence.

Well, as far as I know, Jim Pinder's
breaking no law.

And there's nothing anybody outside the
Houses of Parliament can do about it.

Really?

It's quiet, isn't it?

Don't tempt fate.

Without Mike, I mean.

Oh, yes.

Hey, did we ever decide he was having
that nice mug he left?

Yes.

Morning, Phil.

Morning. Alf.

Morning. Don't take your hat off.

Why?

Constable Crane.

Fresh from your speaking engagements.

Sarge? That little bud tells me you
spoke at a public meeting last night.

I said a few words, yes, Sarge.

More than a few, I'm led to believe.

I was put on the spot.

What did you expect?

It's an impulsive local issue, Sarge.
And I was speaking for myself, not as a

policeman. Don't be naive.

In uniform or out of it, you're a
copper.

Turn up at a meeting like that and
people will use you for whatever

them best.

Yes, sir.

Asperley Police Station.

Yes, Mrs Barton.

When did this happen?

Right.

We'll get someone round there as soon as
we can.

Bye.

What was that?

Mrs Barton.

Somebody's vandalised her boundary wall.

A couple of dozen sheep have gone
missing.

Sounds like a job for you, Constable.

I didn't think you'd be stopping.

What do you call this?

Breakfast?

I woke you over an hour ago.

Yeah, I dozed off ago.

David, if you snooze, you lose.

What? That's what Mr Pinder says.

Oh, him.

Perhaps you should taxi Mr Pinder
instead of me.

Me?

No, I couldn't do that. Why not? Afraid
you might learn something.

No, it's just... Well, I've heard things
about him.

What things?

Well, nothing.

Just things.

What were you up to last night?

Nothing.

Just went for a quick half at the pub.

And the rest of it, by the look of you.

What was your reaction when you finally
woke this morning?

Surprise?

It wasn't desire, was it?

It wasn't belief?

David, we've got a business to run.

So get out of those gym jams and get
ready to make your assets sweat.

Is Mrs. Barton around?

She's inside, but she's not feeling too
clever just now.

I've come about the damage to her wall.

All right.

Perhaps you can show me once I've seen
her.

Well, I'll have to be quick. I'm off
soon.

I've found the next place down the
valley. I'll just call in to help for

two.

Miss Barton?

Who is it?

I'm in here.

It's Constable Crane.

I'm in here.

Hello.

Gee, God, you're not but a lad.

I've come about the wall.

How old are you?

26.

You reported that a wall had been
vandalised.

Oh, it's disgusting what's happening.

I've lost two dozen sheep.

Right. Do you have any idea who might
have been responsible?

Nay, how would I know that? You're the
policeman.

Or so you say.

No one else to help her?

No, no, she's been on her own since her
wolf died.

The doctor interfered.

She will see doctors at any price.

Are you not done yet?

You'd better make haste if you're to get
another load in today.

Yes, sir.

He's badly concussed. Be careful as you
lift him. He's dislocated his shoulder

as well.

He's very lucky.

So is everyone else.

Well, it was only a matter of time
before one of those boyos rearranged the

furniture around here. Some wet in those
wagons, you know.

How are the school kids?

Just scrapes and bruises, I think, but
I'm going to call up to the school now

and check.

Could have been a whole lot worse.

Well, I don't suppose folk around here
will let him forget it.

Oh, Doctor?

Yeah? I went up to Spring Valley Farm
this morning in connection with an

incident. I don't know if you know her,
Mrs Barton. In her 70s, I guess, living

alone on a smallholding.

She looked... Well, she looked in a bad
way.

Had she called surgery?

No. I don't think she will.

Well, I'm quite busy looking after
patients who actually want to see me,

Yeah, well, she's a tricky lady, right
enough.

I'll try and call in when I'm back.

Thanks.

Nasty do.

Somebody was talking about the lorry
having a mechanical defect.

Got it.

Nine times out of ten, it's the driver's
fault.

Hey, what's this?

What? Looks like a non -too -friendly
welcoming committee.

Drive through.

Drive through?

But don't, slow man. Drive on.

Dr Merrick.

Doctor? Yes.

Who is it you want?

I've come to see you.

What for?

I haven't been in Aidensfield long and I
thought I'd pop in and introduce

myself.

Oh, you needn't have bothered.

I don't see doctors.

Don't hold with them.

I never did my will for any good.

And before you say out, I am taking
something for this cough.

Good.

Natural stuff from the garden.

Not that it's any of your business.

No. So if you don't mind, Mrs... Miss
Merrick.

Well, to tell you the truth, I'm just a
bit fed up with visitors this week.

Oh, really?

I had a policeman come yesterday.

Said he was going to find the hooligans
that knocked me wall down, but I don't

hold out much hope.

My wolf kept those walls immaculate.

Built to last a lifetime, he said.

Mine as well as his.

Don't let me keep you.

Who's the ringleader of this little mob?

Oscar Blayton seems to be the spokesman.

Surprise me.

Well, there's no shortage of volunteers.

That runaway lorry was the last straw.

So, do we wait for the next eruption?

Or do we do something to head it off?

Couldn't we arrange for the two sides to
meet?

What, and bang their heads together?

I was thinking along the lines of
rational discussion.

All right, I'll try and organise our
venue.

At least we might find out if there's
any room for manoeuvre.

Well, your back room isn't exactly
neutral territory, but Pinder has

you don't mind.

The more the merrier, Phil.

Well, it's not a public meeting.

No, we've promised Pinder it'll be just
him, Oscar and Sergeant Merton.

Fine with me.

Good.

Go on in.

If you want an egg with that, it's on
the taxi.

Well?

What? What the devil were you playing
at?

I wasn't playing.

I was standing up to be counted.

As what?

As one of us.

One of us.

Against them and their lackeys.

Are you calling me a... Where did you
learn a word like that?

Bligton and those other idiots.

They're not idiots.

They say that Pinder is ripping the
heart out of our countryside for profit

someone's got to stop him.

Someone like you.

A big daft mummock armed with an egg.

Well, it's not too late to join us.

David, what are you talking about?

It's Binder's profit that's paying
putting the food on our table.

You want to choose your side, lad.

Because if you want to run with the mob,
you can take your hands off that

biscuit tin.

Gina, have you thought any more about,
you know, us getting back together

But you said you'd give me some time,
Phil.

That's it.

You're right. I'm sorry.

I saw your bike. I thought I'd come and
tell you I'd called on Lily Barton.

Oh, good.

How did it go?

You owe me one, Constable.

Right.

How was she?

Very testy.

Well, if you want to say anything to
Lily, you'd best talk to Ted Smithson.

Is he family?

Well, you'd think so. She says she's
leaving her farm to him when she dies.

Well, we've got that in writing.

There is no need.

Lily's one of the old school. She'd be
good for a word.

Well, from what I saw, he mightn't have
long to wait.

Her place is a total mess. She isn't
looking after herself.

Who's that?

Oh, Lily Barton.

Couldn't the welfare department do
something for her? Well, I could talk to

them, but I don't think she'd let them
within 100 yards of the house.

Did I hear you say she could do with a
good tidy up?

Just a bit.

I've got just the thing.

All right. What?

Suzy.

Suzy?

You went in straight back?

Yeah, why?

Wanted your opinion on something.

All right.

Here. What do you think?

Coach paint.

Ah, what about this?

Reflector glass.

Well, it looks like it could have been
deliberately rammed.

That's what I thought.

Thanks. Oh, she's a nice old lady.

But she's not very well, isn't that
right, Steve?

What's that?

Lily Barton.

Needs a bit of housework doing.

Yeah.

Yeah, just a bit of light dusting.

She's been smashing all day.

And you'll take the hours off my cab?

Yeah. Why?

What's she to you?

Well, she's an old customer.

And how else are you going to pay me
back before you go?

Here and work it off.

If that's the plan, forget it. Your mum
wants the pleasure of your company.

Don't you?

Of course I do.

But she's your mum and that was the
arrangement.

This way, Mr Pinder.

Thank you.

VIPs only.

Oh, right.

I'd better have a soft drink, Gina.

Orange. Fine.

Bernard, would you like a drink?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

David?

No, thanks.

Would anybody like a drink?

Here. I haven't put any ice in it. It
should freeze over by itself in here.

Right, these are our figures for lorry
movements on a daily basis.

Where are yours?

Mine? You expect me to give you
confidential information?

Well, do you accept Mr Blaketon's
figures?

Maybe. Maybe not.

What's the point?

The point is that we need a limit on the
size of the lorries going through our

village and a reduction in their numbers
per day.

My customers decide how many lorries go
past your door.

They stop buying my stone and that road
will become as quiet as the grave.

And the rest of the village with it.

Look, since there's only one route out
of Top Brig Quarry, isn't there any room

for compromise?

Absolutely.

You could start a campaign for a road
widening scheme instead of getting in my

way. We're not having a motorway driven
through us.

So much for compromise.

Okay, okay.

Let's try and establish some common
ground.

Well, the common ground is he's stuck
with us and we're stuck with him. Except

that I'm acting within the law and
you're not. Oh, we'll see about that

they send a report on that smashed up
lorry of yours.

A heavy fine might just change your
tune.

Well, then I'd just have to get the
quarry to work harder, wouldn't I? This

isn't getting us anywhere, gentlemen.

I never thought it would.

I'm a train to catch.

You're making a big mistake, Pinder.

What are you going to do?

Come at me with another dozen eggs?

Just make sure that my lorries can come
and go freely.

Otherwise, I'll talk to your gaffer.

Here, look.

What's the problem, Constable?

Missing sheep.

Gone AWOL or stolen.

Could be either.

Whose were they?

Lily Barton's, did you know that?

Her husband, Wilf, used to be a regular.
He had a good eye.

Her too.

She lost two dozen swaledale three
nights ago.

I wondered if they'd turned up here.

Who knows?

If someone's had them away, that's
generally it.

Sheep go missing easier than biros.

I've been putting some of your business
advice into practice, Mr Binder.

Yes, got rid of the big lad, have you?

Er, no.

I thought you said he was one of the
protesters.

He's easily led, Mr. Pinder, but I put
him straight now.

No, I've been thinking of how I can be
more efficient with the lorry, with a

minimum of downtime.

Minimum of downtime.

Good thinking.

Can this lorry of yours tow a trailer?

Oh, aye.

Why? I just bought a boat from a man in
York. I want someone to haul it over to

Whitby. How do you pick?

as soon as you like, Mr. Binder.

Time told me

you're a fine

trouble cure

for a troubled mind. Mrs.

Barton!

doing a job, but if you're not willing
to drive over us, I suggest you back off

and go home.

Now.

You're fighting a losing battle here.
Come on and get back.

I'll go see you.

Here we go again.

What the heck are they doing?

Pull up.

What are you doing?

I'm afraid there was nothing else the
driver could do, sir.

Until reinforcements arrive, we advise
you not to try and drive in.

I'm not going to be intimidated by that
lot.

I'll walk.

No through roads!

No through roads!

Stand aside, Oscar.

Hey, what's that you're doing away with?
Seed catalogues.

Why? Doesn't everyone?

Not I don't. Well, you do now. I thought
you did farming here, not window boxes.

Oh, you've got a lot to say to yourself.

Runs in the family, I suppose. That Gina
can never shut up.

Now, what's under me? Now, I'll leave
that. My filing system.

End cushion, rates and taxes.

Middle cushion, coal and logs.

Near cushion... Oh, I forget.

Organised, you see.

How long do you keep things?

Well, for all way.

Those bills and auction catalogues,
that's all my will.

Like he was still here.

I'll go and have a go at the kitchen.

You're not saving the grease for
anything, are you?

No, no, no!

No, no, no! Come on, David, make sense.

I'm sticking with the others.

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

I suppose a personal favour is out of
the question.

Move on.

Wouldn't you rather just amble to the
side of the road, Oscar? I'm going

nowhere, Bellamy. I'm stopping here.

Learn that Bellamy system.

You may have been a sergeant once upon a
time, but you're a hooligan now like

any other.

Right, sir.

Right, Oscar.

Another form.

Hope you come.

That's what you said the last time.

Well, things have moved on.

So turn the screw again.

And harder.

We're getting nowhere.

All right.

Make some arrests.

Starting with the heavy.

David. Right, David, you're on it.

Eh? We're arresting you for breach of
the peace.

Yeah, game over, David. Don't give us
any more grief.

I've been arrested, Mr. Blaketon!

You're a hero!

Keep your pecker up!

Can I get a handcuff you, David?

Right, I'll tell him. Over.

The boy in handcuffs, Tom!

The message from the auctioneer, Mr.
Lander. He wants to speak to you as soon

possible. Thanks, Bill.

I could kill you.

Why?

A little bit of dusting?

You won't believe what I've had to do.

I'll save it for later when you're
eating.

How is she?

So -so.

She agreed to phone Dr Merrick and get
some medicine.

Did she?

I stood over her while she did it.

She must have taken a shine to you.

Oh, don't tell... so surprised?

It was the mix of breeds that made me
look.

Half a dozen mastems and half a dozen
swaledales.

And when I thought Ted Smith had put
them in, I thought I'd give you a bell.

What about the markings?

These sheep aren't off the moors, so
they're not forced to have any.

Would Lily Barton know we're on sheep
anyway?

She's the sort who would.

Can you get her here?

No, she's not fit enough.

Pity.

They're in pens 106 and 107.

This should help loosen the cough.

I could have had it collected.

I was passing.

Any road, I'm back at the day.

Now, I know you don't want to listen,
but you really can't manage like this.

Suppose Ted stopped coming?

If he wants this place, he'll keep
coming.

Are you sure he wants it?

Enough to want to buy it.

Well, why on earth don't you sell it to
him?

Where's he going to find the money?

From the bank, of course.

Why don't you let Ted worry about that?

Worry? Oh, I'd have that all right.

No, let the banks keep the money.

When I'm gone, it'll be as outright.

You'd have enough to be comfortable.

In a home.

This is home.

All my Wilf's things are here.

Listen, why don't you just track all Ted
Smith's at the back?

Keep him straight out with no proof.

I'd wish losing Mrs Barton the only help
he's got.

When the auction starts and Ted Smith is
in the ring, I'm going to give his

trailer a once -over for scuff marks.

Interested? Yeah.

What happens to the livestock once it's
sold?

Depends on the buyer. They might go to
another farm. We're off to the butchers

and meat packers.

Do you keep livestock here?

Do we hold them?

Short term, yes.

Why? Just one more favour.

Well, well, well, look who it is.

Red Dave, the Che Guevara of
Aidensfield.

I've asked him to leave three times.

He says he wants to take what's coming
to him.

What's that?

Only his dinner, as far as I know.

David, this has got to stop.

No. Not while there are men like Pinder
around.

Look, nothing is black and white.

If entrepreneurs had listened to the
crowd down the ages, we'd all still be

living in caves.

Well, I don't care.

They cheered me.

Who did?

The others, when he was arrested.

And clapped?

Well, how about giving me a hand?

Work, I'm talking about.

I don't know.

Look, you won't be seen as a scab if
that's what you're worrying about.

The job's out of the district.

and bid for these, and I'll take two,
Bob here, two, two, two, four, four,

six, abuse to six, six, six, eight,
eight, eight, ten, ten, ten, twelve,

this time at six, twelve, seven, six,
twelve, and moving these and bid at

and I'll take two, two, two, four, four,
six, six, seven, six.

Better keep again there. Seven pounds
for these, then bid. Seven, I'll take

Two, two, four, four, six, six, seven,
six, seven, six, eight, eight, eight,

eight, seven, eight. And at the back
there, ten bid.

At seven, ten, you're done with him
here.

Afternoon, Oscar. You didn't get
arrested, then?

Ah, they wouldn't dare, Bernie. And I'll
be out there again tomorrow.

Good carriage.

Yeah.

I see.

No, he's been delayed. He's had to go
and get his lad out of somewhere.

Yeah, he'll be with you shortly.

A fellow from York, wondering where
Vernon's got to. He's supposed to be

a boat for Jim Pinder from there to
Whitby. I'm not getting involved.

You can't nail Ted Smithson because of
some dents and scratches.

He's bound like it's nothing.

True.

If I accuse him and I'm right, the old
girl could lose him.

If I'm wrong, he might take the ump and
still leave.

Well, look on the bride's side.

It might just make her leave the farm.

I doubt that.

I think she's determined to die then.

Yeah, what's that?

Isn't that Lily's place?

Step on it.

Mrs. Barton, all right?

Yeah. Upset, let's say.

Somebody with her? Yeah.

What happened?

We're not sure.

There's an old paraphernalia in there.
She might have tipped it off.

Hey! We've not got anything better to
do. Come on. Get home.

Come on.

It's a nice lead shirt.

Do you think they do that in my size?

Yeah.

Let's get one of those.

I got this from Ellen Road, where my dad
sent me to again.

Ellen Road, eh?

Yeah. We sat in one of the boxes in the
back of the stand.

Jammy so -and -so. We got you in there.

Mr. Pinder.

Mr. Pinder?

Buckle the quarry.

She all right?

Yeah.

What caused it, then?

We don't know.

What are you doing here, Michael?

I'm only watching, Dad.

Well, get a phone.

Go on.

Other rest of you, go on.

You all right?

Yeah.

Well, better say cheers.

This is a bit of all right, isn't it?

Just the thing for taking a spin round
Whitby Pier.

Gin and orange in hand, line, temptingly
baited.

Who's bought it?

Oh, it's on the dock. It's no one you
know.

Hey, do you think you'll let us have a
ride in it? Who knows? But for now,

you've got the next best thing, pulling
it.

Hey, are you about to have this in the
cab with you?

Oh, give me that.

To Jim Pinder, happy sailing.

Is this Jim Pinder's boat?

David, don't make a fuss. It's just a
job of work.

You expect me to pull Jim Pinder's
pleasure boat? I expect you to drive.

The lorry will do the rest.

Well, I'm not doing it.

What do you mean? I'm not a scab.

David! I'm not listening.

If that goes, it goes without me.

Right.

I just hope you've got your bus fare
back from York.

Ah, Stephen.

All the excitement over at Lily
Barden's, is it? Yeah, for now.

Do you know what caused it?

No, but I've an idea somebody does.

How do you mean?

Well, I don't think it was an accident.

And just to muddy the water some more, I
found out that Ted Smithson has been on

the receiving end of favours from Jim
Pinder.

Ah.

Smithson and Pinder, eh?

I wonder why.

I hoped you'd be able to tell me.

Hello,

Alf.

I hope you're not here to ask for
assistance, Oscar.

Why? Because you're wasting your breath.

I hold you responsible as rabble -rouser
-in -chief for a slipped disc and a

blackened toenail.

Well, it's just as well I've come to see
young Steve here. Mr. Blaketon, I've

had a brainwave.

Take a look at this.

Right, there's the exit and entrance to
Top Rig Quarry, showing the one route

through the village. But just north of
the workings here is Lily Barton's land.

So if Binder was to drive a route north
through there, bypass the village.

But only by going through a farmhouse.

Well, reason enough for dirty tricks.

Could he get planning permission?

Why not?

It's the solution everyone's looking
for.

Everyone except Lily Barker. Their
throats torn out.

Hence the town's rather grim name.

Interesting ears.

But facts?

No.

I hardly think the tales of
superstitious peasants can be

haven't finished, Mr. Holmes.

La Moruge has again been seen of these
strange and unexplainable occurrences.

Unexplainable, that is, from your point
of view.

Several of our most responsible citizens
have actually seen the strange

apparition on the marshes at night.

And next morning, sheep were discovered
with their lips.

He reckons that you lot have pinched Jim
Pinder's boat.

What do you know about it, Oscar?

The insurers say they may not pay out.

They say I did it.

Perhaps I did.

You didn't cause the fire, Lily.

But somebody else might have done.

Who? Somebody you trust, maybe.

I also think the sheet was stolen and
the wall was demolished to make it look

if it got out.

But why?

Somebody wants you off this place before
you want to go.

Oh.

Ted?

It's possible.

Ted?

He says my sheep were stolen and the
fire was no accident.

All right.

He says somebody wants me out and he
says it's you.

Then I said he should shut his trap.

Me? Set the fire?

How?

I was at an auction ten miles away and
he knows it because he was there.

You weren't there all the time, though,
were you, Ted?

Once you unloaded the sheep, you left.

Don't talk stupid daft.

My trailer never left the auction
ground.

True. You didn't need it because inside
you'd stowed a motorbike.

I've had enough of this.

Your bike's here. Set the fire and bike
back again.

That's what I saw in your trailer.

What's he saying, Ted?

It's rubbish!

Why would I take fire to the place when
it's been promised to me?

You couldn't wait.

Or at least Jim Pinder couldn't.

Who's he?

Go on.

Tell her, Ted.

Why?

I don't know him.

He's the man who wants the access to the
quarry.

Isn't he?

I'm going.

If you want to call me, put up some
proof.

You found it, then.

Safe and sound, Mr Pinder.

Well and truly beached.

How did they get it in here?

Who knows?

At least you won't have to wait for a
high tide to take it out. You should

have stopped.

Hold on. I've been driving half the day.

Save the excuses.

You were asleep on the job.

I'm sorry, Mr Pinder. It won't happen
again.

You're right there, because I'm sucking
you.

You what?

You heard you sucked.

Alienating another one of the locals
isn't exactly going to help, Mr. Pinder.

If I was a sailing man, I'd say try
another tack.

Just a second, Scripps.

Saturday...

Came early one morning.

In a sky so clear and blue.

Lily recognised the sheep straight away.

How?

By the faces, she said.

Unreal.

So, what happened to Smith?

He paid back the money he got for the
sheep and skedaddled.

Well, they didn't want him charged.

Not even for spouting the fire?

Not sure we could have proved it anyway.

Yeah, so Lily's on her own again, then.

Yeah. Well, perhaps we could persuade
Susie to move in with her.

You kidding?

Well, she's looking for an excuse not to
go back home. Her bag's a patch. She's

going.

Well, I'll miss her.

Where is she, anyway?

Oh, I don't know. Out with Gina
somewhere?

Doing good works.

Happy and I'm smiling, walking miles to
drink your water.

You know I love to love you, and above
you there's no

other. We'll go walking out while others
are out

of water.

Oh, we won't get sick.

I'll see to Mrs Barton.

Lily!

I brought you some dinner.

I've just had some.

Oh. We've been to see a nice retirement
home, haven't we, Lily?

Oh, so beautiful.

Me own bedroom with bathroom and help at
any time. Isn't that right, Jim?

Night or day, sweetheart.

You just ring the bell.

My solicitor is talking to Lily about
the sale of this place.

She's guaranteed a comfortable life till
the end of her days.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to put
some wheels in motion.

What do you think?

Sounds marvellous, Lily.

No, no, I mean, what do you think of
him?

Him? He reminds me so much of my Wilf.

Oh, not his money or his clothes, not
like that.

No, it's his smile.

He's got Wilf's smile to a T.

Of course, I still made him pay through
at noon.

You'd better take that home to your
mummy.