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

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

On the first part of the journey, I was looking at all the light.

There were plants and birds and rocks and things. There was sand and hills and

rain.

The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz and a sky with no clouds.

The heat was hot and the ground was dry, but the air was full.

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name. It felt good to be no

longer there.

Your sergeant looks a bit of a stickler, then. Like shiny whistles.

That's right, doesn't it, Phil?

What's all within?

That's for the police station. They can help.

Oh, right.

Mr...

I'll be over right away.

The break -in over at Daringford Cross.

I should check it out.

Don't keep Sergeant Noce waiting too long.

Wouldn't it be simpler just to say the taxi's not available?

Look, I can't let people down, Bernard. They depend on me. Well, us.

Look, I've made David out a list.

He can't go wrong.

Anyway, I've got to go, otherwise I'm going to be late. First day of jury

service. That would never do, would it? Here. Where do I go first?

Take this watch.

Look, it's simple, David.

You take the truck to the building site. Sid will show you what to do. You work

there all morning. At 12 .30, you come back here, you swap the truck for the

taxi, collect Mrs Higginbottom and take her to a caroperty appointment.

Then you swap back to the truck, go back to the building site, work through till

three o 'clock. And at three o 'clock, you come back here, you swap the truck

for the taxi, and you pick up the Carsley children and take them to their

lesson. Then back here to pick up the vicar to take him to the station for 3

.45. Then you go back to the building site and you work through till six. Got

it?

I want to have my lunch.

Whenever you want.

Gina's staying with family, isn't she?

Very sensible, that.

They'd have rest before the big day.

What?

Good morning, Jack.

Just the two of you?

PC Crane's been called out.

Has he indeed?

Something urgent?

A break -in.

He's a very keen young man, this PC Crane.

Really?

Let me know as soon as he gets back.

Why don't you go out and get a breath of my share?

I'll square it with Sergeant Noakes.

It here.

Luke.

Let me get this straight, Mr. Barraclough.

You came down this morning to find this, um, figure on the table.

Yep.

And you're quite sure this isn't yours?

I've never seen it before in my life.

Ashfordly Antiques.

Why would I go to an antique shop?

I'm old enough to be in one myself.

You said this was a break -in.

Yeah, well, I never lock the door.

That's not the point, is it?

And nothing's been taken?

No.

So why do you think someone would come round in the middle of the night and

leave a statue on your table?

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Control, over.

Alf, I've finished the Mr Barraclough's. Over.

Do you have a list of stolen items? Over.

There isn't any.

Daffling is. He's gained a statue.

I'm going to check at the antique shop where it comes from. Over. If it's just

some confused old man, forgotten what he's bought, tell him not to waste too

much time on it.

The Sergeant Noakes would like you back here as soon as possible. Over.

Over and out.

PC Crane is very keen.

You're late.

No time for excuses, just don't let it happen again.

Now, this is what I want clearing.

It's got to be done within 48 hours, because I've got the diggers up for

footing. Got it?

I'll be back later to see how you're getting on.

Mr. Andrew Johnson.

Yeah. Mrs. Camilla Powell.

Yeah. Mr. Christopher Wright.

Yeah. Mrs.

Emilia Jones.

Mrs. Sally Fountain.

Mr. Ian Hogg. Yeah.

Name?

Scripps. Vernon Scripps.

Good turnout, eh?

I suppose we won't all be needed.

Well, it's just that my business doesn't run itself.

I mean, if I'm not there, anything can happen. Anything at all.

So, I suppose you'll understand that if you don't need everybody, I'd appreciate

being let off jury duty.

Sit down, Mr Scripps.

Oh.

Right. Yes.

Mr Nigel Crawford.

Good morning, Constable.

Can I help?

I believe you recently filled this.

Ah.

Yes.

Lovely, isn't she?

I told the gentleman that bought her.

Only yesterday, that was.

She'll grace any mantelpiece.

And who did buy it?

Sorry.

Hmm?

Well, I don't know his name. He paid cash.

An old gentleman. Said he lived at Derringford Crossway.

I believe there's something wrong with the lady.

The gentleman seemed so taken with her yesterday.

No. I think there's been some kind of mistake.

Thanks for your time.

Not at all.

She'll see you now, Steve.

Thank you.

I'm sure he won't be long, Mrs Maguire.

Yes, here we are.

William Barraclough.

I've hardly ever seen him. Why?

I was called to his place this morning. He thought someone had been in his house

and left a statue.

And had they?

It's my guess. He'd just forgotten he bought it.

Well, that happens when we get old.

He bought it yesterday.

Point taken.

I'll put him on my non -urgent visit list to see what I think then. Thanks. I

appreciate that.

There's something happening here.

What it is ain't exactly clear.

About time.

Sergeant? No, I'm sure he'll understand.

Who will?

Um, no one, Sergeant.

You'd better come through to my office, P .C. Crane.

I've been hearing all about you.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Ah, Mr. Barraclough.

You've got a police call box in your garden.

Yeah. Oh, I'm sure we'd need permission if we'd put it there.

I tell you what, I'll send PC Crane round to see what it's all about.

Bye.

Bye.

Why would we put a police box in his garden?

Mr Barrow caught a bit confused, Sergeant.

I've already asked his doctor to go round and see him, so if we just leave

for a while.

No, no.

You'd better put him straight once and for all. Otherwise you'll be to -ing and

fro -ing all day.

Right, Sergeant.

Thanks for warning me the sergeant was almond.

It's not that I'm trying to shirk my duty.

It's just that, well, I'm a busy man. I can't be spared.

Particularly not to sit around all day doing nothing.

Do you understand?

Do you see what I'm saying?

I saw it with my own two eyes.

It can't just have disappeared.

Why don't we go inside, Mr Barraclough?

Have some tea and a chat.

I didn't make a door.

We're definitely there.

Do you have any relatives living nearby?

My brother used to, but he died a couple of months ago.

Sorry to hear that.

Must have shaken you a bit.

It wasn't close.

I'm not mad, you know.

I never said you were.

That's what you're thinking, isn't you?

Getting things, seeing things.

What next?

There's no -one who can come and stay with you.

Any other relatives?

I've got a cousin who lives over at Scarborough Web.

I haven't seen him in years.

I don't even know if he's still alive.

Friends?

Always kept myself to myself.

Mrs Harris down the lane, she does me shopping.

Likes to think she's helping, but I'm quite capable, really.

Well, have a word with her. See if she'll pop in from time to time, see if

you're OK.

I can't stand her fussing.

No -one else? No.

I'll speak to Mrs Harris.

Tell her the old man's finally lost it. I haven't, you know.

It was there. I saw it. Plain as day.

Hey, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down.

Look, you ordered it. You've got to have it. But I didn't order it.

What am I supposed to do with a load of ready -mixed cement?

What he does with it isn't my problem.

Luke.

Now, there must be some kind of mistake.

One full load, ready -mixed. Mr Barraclough, Willow Cottage, Deringford

Cash on delivery.

No mistake.

That's Mr Barraclough, and this is Willow Cottage. I'm delivering, and I

cash. But I don't have any.

God, it's noisy if I can take it back, is it? Look at it.

It'll set, that.

It's an old load wasted.

Oh, dear.

You best go inside, Mr Barracuff. I'll deal with this.

My governor won't let you get away with this. If you don't pay up, he'll sue

you. You bite my words.

The delay due to legal arguments is over, but as it's close to the recess,

may all leave for lunch.

Report back here at 2 p .m. sharp.

Is that understood?

Oh, charming, that is.

Keep us here all morning and don't provide us with any lunch.

I mean... Do you

have a solicitor?

Someone who can give you advice?

Do you think I need one?

It might be for the best.

Well, there.

It was that man who handled my brother's will. He seemed... What was his name?

Hunksby.

No, that's it.

I'm Ashfordly.

I'll ring him.

Good.

I wish I knew what we're going of.

I understand how you must feel.

There have been other things in recent weeks, you know.

Like what?

Telephone ringing and nobody there.

Banging in the night.

Doors and windows.

It wakes me up.

Then, of course, I can't get back to sleep.

Worrying that it might all start happening again.

If you speak to Mr Monksby, I'll try and get the cement firm to drop the matter.

Oh. OK?

Oh, and it might be best if you lock the doors at night.

Just to be on the safe side.

Oh, yes, yes, I will, I will.

You're not the only one who thinks I'm mad, you know.

At times, recently, I'm beginning to think it me same.

David!

You're supposed to be picking up Mrs Higginbottom!

It's not your fault if he gets sued by the cement firm, do you understand?

Yes, Sergeant.

Getting involved is a waste of your time and police resources.

Yes, Sergeant.

Look, I know you want to help.

That's part of being a community liaison officer.

And I admire your enthusiasm, Constable Crane, but this really isn't a police

matter.

I understand, Sergeant.

Will that be all?

Yes, Constable Crane.

That will be all.

I think it's...

perfectly normal for a girl to want to be with her mum in the lead -up to her

wedding.

It's the biggest day of her life.

She says she wants time away from here, from me, to work things out.

It's not that she doesn't want you.

It's just she doesn't see why she should have to give up being the boss of this

place. It's not me who wants to take it away from her. Exactly.

It's not you she's fighting.

It's outdated police regulations.

What it really boils down to is, what does Gina love the most?

Me?

Or this pub?

And I'm not sure I want to find out the answer.

You train!

Here!

Here!

You train!

Leave me clapping all the...

He's not safe to be on his own. He's just a bit forgetful, that's all.

How can you forget ordering for men when you don't need any?

That is a bit weird.

I mean, what were you planning on doing with it? No idea.

And he's seen things.

All right, all right, I'll go and visit.

I'll see what I think, but I don't know what exactly you expect me to do.

Should he be in a home?

Not if he doesn't want to be, no.

Not unless he's a danger to himself and to others anyway.

And making a nuisance of himself simply doesn't count.

But maybe you could persuade him that a home would be for the best. If I think

it is, I'll tell him.

Now, let me go and have a word with him first, OK?

Thanks.

Poor Mr Barraclough.

It must be very frightening for him, knowing his mind's going.

I do apologise, Mrs Higginbottom, for David not turning up on time.

You know, if you want a job doing well, you end up having to do it yourself.

Here we are.

You see, that's what they don't understand about this jewellery service

I mean, some people just can't be spared.

Yes, sir?

Is it possible to speak to PC Crane?

He's out at the moment. Can I help?

It's about a Mr Barraclough. I understand PC Crane is the officer

this case.

And you are?

My name's Monksby, Mr Barraclough's solicitor.

Come along through, Mr Monksby. I'm sure I can help you. Thank you.

I was hoping PC Crane would be able to give me some facts, particularly about

the cement order. That may well lead to legal action being brought against my

client. I'll see to it that you get the details.

But in the meantime, what is important is how we proceed.

Well, I'm not quite sure what you mean. If Mr Barraclough cannot look after

himself, he should be put in a home.

Indeed. It's just a pity that his doctor doesn't seem to be able to deal with

the situation.

Well, it can't be easy.

Well, if he ends up doing something dangerous to himself or others, then she

might not have a choice.

Sadly, I suspect you're right, Sergeant.

Meanwhile, I shall try and persuade him to think about it. I understand some of

these places can be really quite nice.

A bit of company would probably do him the world of good. I'll have a word with

Mr Barraclough.

Thank you for your help, Sergeant.

It's back.

What's back?

The taxi.

Where's it been?

I don't know.

What did you use to collect Mrs Higginbottom in?

What? I didn't. Well, she's gone.

Well, I don't know why. She just disappeared.

Mr Pettigrew, Mrs Armitage and Mrs Lloyd.

Well, what about the rest of us? Can we go?

You, Mr Scribbs, will wait in case you are needed.

Well, you've got your jury.

One or more of the jurors chosen so far may be challenged.

In which circumstance, we'd need to call upon your... services.

What are you looking so pleased about?

William Barraclough.

No, don't tell me he's seen Little Green Men now.

No. I think he's telling the truth.

What, about all of it?

Even about the police box.

Well, maybe not that bit, but about the cement.

I called the company and spoke to the girl who took the order.

Sergeant Oak said she didn't want you wasting your time on this.

The girl said the man who placed the order was quite chatty.

He had to be to persuade her to change the usual rules about cash on delivery.

Well, I bet she won't be doing that again in Erie.

He said how much he liked their new ad in the Ashfordly Gazette, which is where

he got the number.

And?

Well, he had the neighbour to do his shopping for him.

Mr Barraclough's never taken the Ashfordly Gazette, and neither has she.

So how could he have seen that ad?

Let's step inside, Mr. Barclay.

Car play, children. Music lesson.

Do they know how it started?

Paraffin, love. You can't have... I haven't used that in ages. That's why

in the shed.

Maybe you knocked it over, dropped a match.

There wouldn't be any paraffin in it.

Perhaps you just don't remember filling it, Mr Barraclough.

Why would I?

In broad day, have I?

I don't know, but it's easy to become confused about these things.

I'm not confused.

Except about why someone's persecuting me like this.

I won't get up no more.

Come on, we're late.

I'm worried,

Dave.

This fire. He's becoming a danger to himself. And he seems paranoid.

How do you mean?

Saying he's being persecuted.

I may have to seek a psychiatric opinion.

What if he is?

What? Being persecuted?

You heard him.

There wasn't even paraffin in the lamp.

Do confuse patients. Really buy paraffin.

Fill up lamps they never use.

Set fires and know nothing about it ten minutes later.

Put it that way.

I see your point.

But who else would do it?

I don't know.

But I'm going to try and find out before Mr Barraclough ends up getting hurt.

I know what she was thinking.

I should go into her home.

I'm not mad.

I didn't start that fire.

And I am not leaving.

I believe you.

You do?

I know you didn't order that cement.

So... Maybe he didn't do the other things either.

Well, tell them. Tell them we're not mad.

I've tried.

What we've got to do is try and find out why this is happening.

Well, don't look at me.

I haven't a clue.

Where's my music at school?

We'll have to go back.

Oh.

Prep garage.

Oh, right, Vicar.

David must have got a bit delayed.

And your train's at what time?

I'd better come and get you.

No, no, it's no bother. It's just that David's got the taxi.

I'll be with you soon.

Dr Merrick agrees this isn't the usual pattern of confusion in the elderly.

How can you have a usual pattern of confusion?

Oh, it's one of those contradiction in terms thingy. I forget what they're

called.

That's normal forgetfulness, you see.

Forgetting a word, a name, what day of the week it is. Forgetting to turn the

gas off.

Right. But to go out and buy paraffin for a lamp you never use, fill it up,

Fighty's shed with it and forget all about it five minutes later.

Yeah, but why would somebody want to make him seem mad?

To get Mr Barraclough out of his house.

Which means either it or him must be worth something.

Well, how are you going to find out about that?

Well, that's why you two come in.

Because I'm going to need a bit of help.

Okay?

Now, I thought I'd take the cousin and check him out. Phil, if you could

the planning department before they close. Make sure they've no plans which

would make Mr. Barraclough's house worth money. Right.

But we're going to have to do this without Sergeant Knox finding out.

Right?

Um... Mr...

Johnson.

It's here.

Must be magic. It wasn't there earlier.

Honest. That's silly.

Music doesn't just appear and disappear, does it?

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Control, over.

Control receiving, over.

Alf, the cousin's a washout.

Any news from your end, over?

He's got virtually nothing in the bank, and the planning department have got no

plans to build anything on his land.

He's not worth tucking safely, over.

I'm on my way over to see Mr Barracuff now.

I've organised for the owner of Ashfordly Antiques to do an evaluation

contents, over.

In case he's got a Ming vase as a doorstop or something.

Oh, you never know. Stranger things have happened.

Over and out.

And they've all happened to Mr Barraclough.

Something I should know about.

Or were you just talking to yourself?

Just talking to myself, Sarge.

Is it catching, then?

Whatever Mr Barraclough has?

Or simply a question of age?

I'm not that old.

Hi.

Afternoon, Mr Baratov.

Have we met?

Ashfordly Antiques.

Statuette of the Lady.

Oh, you've got some cheek. I'll give you that.

I'll show you around, shall I?

Right.

ridiculous. Complete waste of a day.

I mean, they've got the jewellery.

Nothing valuable in there.

I'm sorry.

Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Jones. Oh, not at all.

Glad I could be of help under the circumstances.

I'm sure you'll hear from us again.

Yes.

Delta for T -4 to control over.

Mrs. Griggs, there's people waiting.

Excuse me. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm late for the vicar.

There has to be something somewhere that somebody wants to get their hands on.

Well, we checked his house, his bank account and his possessions.

There's nothing of any value.

Well, maybe he did it himself. You know, some sort of deliberate wind -up.

Why the long face? is unhappy at no work to be getting on with. I'm sure I could

find you all some.

I just need to catch up on the lost property book, Sarge.

I hear congratulations are in order, PC Bellamy.

When's the happy day?

Um, we don't know. I don't know yet, um, Sarge.

There's been, um... Oh.

If... If there's anything you want to talk about, anything at all, my door is

always open.

Thank you, George.

No -one's where they should be. But all

things keep appearing and disappearing, like police boxes and taxis and music.

And now the vicar's gone.

Don't speak good.

Fine, I took him down to the station.

It's all right.

Don't go back to scripts. I can't do it. I can't be in two places at once.

No one expects you to.

Now, how's the happy workforce?

May I interview the police?

Oh, what's up?

I've found it.

The thingy, whoever it is, is looking for.

You know you requested a copy of Leonard Barraclough's will. Well, it's arrived.

They might have lived the life of a pauper, but he wasn't. He had over £10

in his account.

Mr Barraclough said his brother had left nothing.

Well, why didn't he tell us in the first place?

It could have saved us a lot of time and effort.

Yeah. OK, I'll... Well, thanks. I'll get over there and ask him.

He'll have to try and delay morning surgery.

That was Mr Barraclough on the phone. He's in a terrible state.

Apparently, he's just received confirmation of a place that's been

him in an old people's home. I thought you said he didn't want to go to a home.

Exactly.

Sid is not happy!

He said David didn't work enough yesterday.

Goodness only knows why.

Well, he was rushing round here, there and everywhere.

All he had to do was stick to the schedule.

It's just as well I wasn't needed on that jury, otherwise I wouldn't have any

customers left.

He got flustered.

At one point he couldn't even find the taxi.

Well, of course he couldn't. I had it.

Someone had to pick up Mrs Higginbottom and take her to the chiropodist.

Otherwise she'd have missed her appointment. And then where would she

like to know.

Presumably without a leg to stand on.

Exactly.

Did he call you as well?

No. What's up?

I don't want to go into a home. Then you don't have to. Then why have you booked

me a room?

Let's just try and calm down, OK?

Well, why should I?

You already brought the police into it. I don't know anything about a home, Mr

Barraclough. I came here to ask you why you didn't tell me you were a rich man.

What are you talking about?

Leonard left you £10 ,000.

But when I asked you about it, you said he had nothing to leave.

£10 ,000.

Well, Mr Monksby told me... Mr Monksby?

Why would he lie?

Unless he wanted to keep the money for himself.

He can't just keep clients' money.

But with Mr Barrowclough out of the way, who would know?

He can't be that easy.

There must be checks.

Something in writing.

Unless you were in a home.

Unfit to look after your own affairs.

Hello.

Where are you going?

To get some proof.

Don't mess me about, Mr Jones.

This is a serious criminal investigation.

Who bought that statuette?

He said it was a joke.

A practical joke on a friend.

Of course, when you came round that first time and then got me out to the

I was worried.

But Mr. Monksby insisted that there was nothing illegal going on.

And he's a solicitor, and he should know.

I'm sorry about the late challenge, Mr. Duncan.

You are now, of course, free to go home.

Mr. Scripps.

Mr. Vernon.

Scripps.

I'm bringing Monksby in for questioning, but I'm going to need a warrant to

search his business and personal finances out. Over.

That'll mean telling Sergeant Noakes. Over.

I'm sure you can manage that. And tell her I'll explain everything when I get

back. Over.

Over and out.

Don't even think about it.

I've got urgent business to attend to.

All right, all right. I'll be there in a minute.

Hello. Vernon, he's not here at the moment.

No, he's fine. There was no problem. He's out working.

Look, look, I'll have to go. Can I take a minute?

Aye, to you too.

I don't give orders expecting them to be ignored.

However, it would seem that in this case there may have been some justification.

I will arrange the necessary warrant and that will be the end of this matter. Is

that clear?

Yes, Sergeant.

We'd better get PC Bellamy to pick it up. Where is he, by the way?

Urgent business, I believe.

Of a personal nature.

It'll take his mind off his problems if we keep him busy.

Yes, Sergeant.

It's Gina there.

Yeah, it's Phil.

Again.

But I've got to talk to her.

Right.

Well, tell her I've called, will you?

Thanks.

Yes, Alf, I'm here.

Over.

Sorry to keep you.

You wanted to see me about Mr Barraclough, I believe, Constable.

What's he been up to now?

More interested in what you've been up to, Mr Monksby.

Been thinking of building a patio, have you?

Yes.

What did the bank manager have to say?

Well, luckily he owed me a favour, so in the strictest of confidence.

It seems he's been concerned about Mr Monksby's finances for some time now.

He's well over his overdraft limit on both his personal and his business

accounts. However, his client's account looks pretty healthy.

Thanks to Leonard Barraclough's money.

It seems Mrs. Mugsby's a keen horsewoman, and the bank recently

honour a cheque to a local vet, since which time Mr. Mugsby's been paying

And where do we think the cash is coming from?

Well, it's hard to say, though he did make a withdrawal from his client's

account a week ago.

£150? Good work, Bellamy.

Mr Monksby's in the interview room with Steve now.

Says he doesn't want us to list a retinue that represents himself.

Right. Let's see what he has to say for himself.

Sarge.

I did tell Mr Barraclough about his brother's money. I was holding it whilst

looked at investment possibilities for him. He knows that.

But given the way he's been lately, he must have forgotten.

What about the advertisement?

Planning a bit of building work, were you?

As a matter of fact, yes. The stable block needs extending.

What were you going to use for money?

A bank loan.

From what I hear, your bank manager isn't likely to say yes.

I know what you're insinuating.

And I'll have you know I would never use client money for my own purposes.

It's illegal.

You're right, Mr. Monksby, it is.

It's theft and false accounting.

Ashfordly Police Station.

One of the old jurors has gone missing.

What was his name, please?

Vernon Scripps.

Oh.

It'll be my pleasure.

All you've got is one senile old man's word that I didn't tell him he'd come

into some money.

Do you know Mr Jones, Ashfordly Antiques?

Not personally.

I know of the shop, certainly.

Mr Jones has made a statement saying that you paid him to say that Mr

Barraclough bought the statuette, when in fact it was you who bought it.

Nonsense. A statuette that later turned up in Mr Barraclough's house as part of

the so -called evidence of his confused state of mind.

It was a joke.

That's all.

It's not in the best of taste, but hardly a crime.

You were trying to get him so confused that he'd think he was mad and go into a

home.

Then there'd be no -one to question you about Leonard's money and you could

siphon it off when you needed it.

Like this £150 you drew out last week, for example.

Look, there's been a mistake.

You're right, Mr Monksby, there has been a mistake.

And it's yours.

Now, if one of your clients was in your position, wouldn't you advise him to

make a clean breast of it?

Whilst I know plenty of men who'd find it hard to choose between a pub and a

lover, there aren't many women who would.

Yeah, but there's Eugenia we're talking about, and the Aidensfield Arms.

Not just any woman.

And not just any pub, either.

But there's the baby, and she's going to be thinking of that.

We were just talking about Mr Barrowclough. Yeah, at least you caught

before he spent much of the money. I mean, Mr Barrowclough must be so

He might actually build himself a patio now.

We'd have to use a different cement farm.

I must be going. Are you coming, Jenny?

I'm sorry to hear that.

I don't want to talk about it.

In fact, I don't want to think about you, really.

How about I get you a pint, then?

Well, then, what are you doing here? I thought you were on jury duty.

Wasn't needed in the end, which is just as well.

Because poor old David and Bernard couldn't manage without me.

That poor lad almost had a nervous breakdown trying to cope. He even

seeing things.

Yeah, there's been a bit of an epidemic round here at the moment.

No, no, I promise you.

Police phone boxes coming and going all over the place, he says.

I blame the television.

It puts all sorts of funny things in people's heads.

Actually, Bernard Scripps, I've been looking for you all over the place. I

have known that you'd be here.

It's hard keeping up with a whirlwind of activity, Alf.

What can I do for you?

Are you sick or dying or unexpectedly bereaved, Mr Scripps?

No. Well, I'm arresting you for contempt of court.

You're supposed to be on jury duty.

A case has been adjourned because of you. Judge Prendergast is not a happy

Heartbeat continues in the new year.

Meanwhile, the Royal returns next Sunday, and all the staff are back at

Aidan's Royal Free Hospital.

Lots of life.

Lots of action.

And lots of love.

The Royal.

Back with some new blood.

Some to take your pulse, and some to set your pulses racing.

The Royal.

Watch out, though. Things can get a bit explosive.