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

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

A day made 24

little hours We'll have drinks in here, then go next door for

the meal, then back in here to cut the cake.

Oh, it's a lovely room, Kathy.

I know.

I thought it was on the terrace. Definitely.

Oh, we have to have word with the manager about the flowers.

He's going to have a great day, Blaine.

Well, it's what a mother would have wanted.

Listen, I hope you're not upset about us not having it at the Aidensfield Arms.

No, don't be daft. This is every girl's dream, this.

Besides, it means I can enjoy myself.

Tina, can we have a look at the dining room?

Dad, the manager would like a word with you.

All right, I'll catch you up.

You want to see me, Mr Aldi?

Yes, Mr Simpson.

A copy of the invoice sent in the post. You did receive it, sir?

Yeah. Perhaps we can have a check.

Well, of course, but not right now. No checkbook.

I know our terms, Mr. Simpson.

Half the sum in advance.

As agreed.

No question, but, you know, with everything going on, head like a thief.

I understand, sir, but I'm afraid if we do not receive payment within the 24

hours, I have no alternative but to cancel.

We've got his spectacles.

Description? Horn rim.

Reported lost two weeks ago.

Metal wands.

Handed in three months back.

They have beds?

It's no wonder nobody claimed them.

Hey, I thought somebody might have missed this.

Ain't nobody claimed the hearing aid either.

The what? The hearing aid.

Oh. You sure it's not yours?

Making progress.

Eh, slowly, Sarge.

We'll be more ruthless.

Anything that's been left here more than three months has to go.

Where to, Sarge?

The hospital.

I don't care. A jumble sale.

As long as it's properly recorded and out of our way.

Here, pass that over.

Perfect.

Very much from me, haven't you?

More elderberry wine.

Yes, this year's bottling.

Oh, I've still got last year's.

I've already told her. It's too strong for me.

Well, you get used to it, you know, like me Uncle Fred did.

Yeah, just before he died.

I'd say his liver was the colour of this fire.

Well, shall I take it back, then?

No, it shall only go all mardy on me. Give it to Vernon.

Morning. Morning, Robert.

What's Vernon about?

He's away for a couple of days.

Can I do anything for you?

He handed this camera into the station three months ago.

Someone had left it in the back of his taxi.

That's what I found.

Well, nobody's claimed it, so it goes back to the finder.

Or me, though.

You can sort that out between you and Vernon.

All I need is a signature.

Oh.

I've only ever used a box brownie before.

No, to take family photographs.

I always take them because I've got a right steady hand.

But if you do need some advice, why don't you talk to Ben Norton?

He's a keen photographer.

Is he?

Yeah, he won a competition last year.

Mr Norton did? Yeah, look in the post office.

They've used his photo to advertise this year's competition.

All yours.

Mr. Simpson, take a seat.

Cigarette? No, thanks.

It's about my car loan, Mr. Mason.

I've got a bit behind on the payments due to personal problems of a temporary

nature.

Nightlife, eh?

Temporary nature.

You've paid nothing for three months.

Well, like I said, I'll make it up when things have eased off.

My daughter's getting wed, you see.

Expensive. Yeah.

In fact, that's why I'm here.

I need to borrow some more.

I don't ask why people want money, Mr. Simpson.

That's their business.

And mine is getting it back with interest.

And I'd have sworn you were a reliable fella.

Oh, I am, Mr. Megson. It's just I take every problem, yeah, you said.

Fact is, you've let me down.

And now you want more.

You take me for a fool or what?

You get your money. You know that.

Yeah.

Funnily enough, I do.

Fair -ass woman at Barlow's, aren't you? Yeah.

Steady job?

Steady enough.

Responsible?

I suppose so.

Well, perhaps if I find a way of helping you with your daughter's wedding,

you'll find a way of helping me, eh?

Oh, it's a photo of a tree.

Oh, what a good... What, a good tree?

No, a photograph.

I don't know.

It's just a tree.

I didn't even have a cow to go with it or anything.

I think you're missing the point, David.

That sort of photo is like a study in light and shade and mood.

It's art, you see.

Ah, here's Brian Simpson.

Looking like he's got the worries of the world on his shoulders.

No, just a very expensive wedding.

Hi, Brian.

Fine to best?

Please, Oscar.

So, Gina tells me that Cathy's got everything organised for her big day.

Yeah, I dare say.

And how's your speech coming along?

I haven't given it much thought.

Have you got a moment to talk, Oscar?

Oh, yeah. How long do you need?

Five minutes for my quiet.

I'll come into this snug.

Hi, Jen.

Hi. Hiya. Gina.

Hello, David.

Good evening, Gina.

Oh, who's this?

Oh, it's mine, more or less.

It's my camera.

Oh.

Don Mixon.

You know him? Yeah.

Well enough to give him a wide berth. I had no choice.

He's a shark, Brian. He charges extortionate rates, and if the loans go

hurts people.

I know, but the bank won't touch me.

Given time, I can manage, but everything's come at once.

Oh, aye, the wedding.

Well, Gina did tell me we were off to a swanky -doo.

I want it to be the happiest day of Cathy's life.

Does she know you're strapped for cash?

No, of course not. She thinks we've got savings.

How can I help you?

I went to Don Megson because the hotel said they'll cancel the reception if I

don't give him a cheque by tomorrow.

Don't make a cheque.

At first, Megson refused to play ball.

He could see I was desperate.

Go on.

Is it in confidence, Oscar?

He said he'd let me have the money if I gave him something in return.

Information about Barlow's.

What kind of information?

Exit, maintenance, alarm.

And you obliged?

No. But you said you would.

Why are you telling me this?

If anything happens to me, I want someone to know.

You're playing with fire, do you know that? What else can I do?

That's easy.

Give him back this cheque and tell Peppy the truth.

No, I can't. It's been fixed for months. All the guests invited.

But you can't afford it.

She'll be devastated.

Maybe so, but you're in a hole.

So stop digging.

What sort of pictures do you like taking, then, David?

How do you mean?

Well, like landscape, wildlife.

Oh, um... Trees.

Trees? Hmm.

And with that...

Well, because they stand still, mostly.

Ben develops all of his own photos, you know.

I'm sure if you ask him nicely, he'll develop yours too.

Won't you, Ben?

Absolutely. My pleasure.

I said you won't be long.

She'll make a lovely bride, Brian.

Sorry to call unannounced.

I said you won't mind.

I've got some things to do upstairs.

I'll leave you to it.

She's a lovely girl.

You must be very proud.

Very proud indeed.

No, I've a delivery to check.

Do you want me to wait?

No, it'll take a while. You'd best go home on the bus.

Yeah, all right.

Is Mr Barlow still in his office?

No, he went half an hour ago.

You're on your own.

Don't be too late.

Trouble, oh, trouble, set me free.

I have seen your face and it's too much, too much for me.

Trouble, oh, trouble, can't you see?

You've eaten my heart away and there's nothing much left of me.

I've drunk your wine.

You have made your world mine.

So won't you be fair?

So won't you be fair?

Trouble, trouble, please be kind.

I don't want no fight, but I haven't got a lot of time.

Trouble? Yeah, there was a robbery here last night.

Somebody thumped the foreman and held himself to the stop.

I'm just on the way to the hospital to have a word with him.

Brian Simpson.

You know him?

How is he?

Can't say.

He was dumped and locked in his car boot for two hours before his daughter

raised the alarm.

Anyway, better go. See you later, Mr Bladen.

Bye, Mr Barnwell. Thanks very much.

You found anything?

No, Sarge.

A good haul.

They went right through the car.

Popular brand.

Easily shipped.

Other than a few fancy liqueurs and cigars kept back for the boss.

Right. Let's start with the staff.

See if any of them have any bright ideas.

Hey. Give over fussing, I'm all right.

Are you well enough to answer a few questions, Mr Simpson?

Yeah, of course.

Would you just talk me through what happened?

Well, I set the warehouse alarm, locked up as usual, and I went to my cat.

It's usual for you to be the last to leave the premises.

Yeah. Whitney.

Sorry? Dad almost always gives me a lift home.

Right. Only yesterday.

I had some work to finish, so Cathy went home on the bus.

Luckily. And what time did you eventually lock up?

About 6 .15.

Did you see anyone about?

No, it was quiet as the grave.

Go on.

Well, I unlocked the car, opened the door, and that's when I got a thought.

It came from nowhere.

Next thing I remember was coming round in the boot of the car.

Well, how many more of these are there?

Oh, 17.

20 snaps of a tree.

Oh, they're not snaps.

They're studies in light and... er, something else, I can't remember.

Why, don't you like them?

Well, they're nice enough as trees go.

Did you have to keep going back to it like a dog?

Oh, look, Mr Norton, they entered one just like that for a competition, and it

won.

David, I think I prefer something a bit livelier.

Any joy with Simpson?

No, sir. Do you want much help?

What do we know about him, anyway?

He's the captain of Ashfordly Fishing Club.

Anything a little more relevant?

Like what?

Like any previous or known associates.

And Simpson, you're joking. He's as straight as a die.

Whoever it was may have been watching the place for a while.

Simpson's daughter works in the office at Barlow's and usually gets a lift home

with him. But not last night.

Well, why not last night?

Well, he said he had work to finish.

Somebody took their opportunity, eh?

And just happened to have a lorry waiting outside to count off the

Well, captain of the fishing club or not, let's keep him in our sights.

Because unless Ventress can read anything in his tea leaves, we'll have

else to go on.

Hello, Mr Levin. Oh, hello, Cathy. Is your dad in? Yeah, come in. Thanks.

Oscar? You're not too bad, then?

Doctor said it could have been worse.

Boneheaded, see?

Maybe so.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Oh, yeah, thanks, Cathy.

One sugar.

I take it the wedding's still on, then?

Do I have to ask Cathy?

It's still on.

You paid the hotel.

I didn't set the robbery up.

Oh, not much you didn't. I'm telling you.

You're a liar, Brian.

Listen, I got clobbered half senseless, dumped in a boot and left for dead.

Oh, rougher than you expected, eh? Well, that's Megson for you. He's thorough.

Think what you like.

You've put me in an impossible position, do you know that?

What I said to you, I said in confidence.

I could be done for assisting an offender.

I couldn't say no.

I just couldn't.

Listen, Brian, you've got to come clean, do you know that?

I mean, that way, you stand a chance of some leniency.

You've got to do it.

All right.

But after the wedding.

Oh, for pity's sake.

You've got to do it now.

It's that or nothing.

Well, I'm sorry, then.

You leave me no choice.

You've got 24 hours to turn yourself in or I'm blowing the whistle.

Here we are.

I'm sorry, Cathy. I've got to go. I just remembered.

I've got to be somewhere.

I'll just be a minute with this opt -in.

Because that's what the doctor ordered.

Go and sit down. I'll do these.

I'm not an invalid.

You could have been.

I'll be doing this on my own soon.

Yeah.

I'll get a bit too much for you. I'm only a couple of minutes away.

Whatever happens, you know I love you, don't you?

Of course I do.

I've done my best for you, right or wrong. Of course you have.

Hey.

Come on, Dad.

What is it?

No, nothing. It's not important.

Well, perhaps this might cheer you up.

I had a phone call from Mr. Mugson while you were asleep.

What did he want?

He was calling to make me an offer.

What offer?

His Bentley isn't a wedding car.

No, no, the cars are ordered, fixed. Yeah, I know, Dad, but it would mean...

Kathy, we've got nothing to do with him.

Nothing broken, then.

Oh, no, I made sure it didn't hit the ground.

I'm not talking about that.

Jenny said you nearly broke your neck jumping over a gate.

Well, it was you that said I had to take livelier photographs.

Of a charging bull?

That was my idea.

Yeah, he said wildlife and that.

You were supposed to be taking Mrs Hopkins to the shops.

Oh, she didn't mind.

She said it made a nice change.

David.

Go back to snapping trees.

I like them.

No, he didn't. Well, it doesn't matter.

No more wildlife.

Stick to landscapes from now on, or that camera goes.

Night, Doctor.

Night, David.

Mr. Simpson.

I told you not to come here for a while. What is it? I don't want you talking to

my daughter. It was a gesture, Brian, in recognition of your health. Just keep

away. I got all I needed.

Well, I didn't.

And your car loan's still outstanding and overdue.

It'll take time.

Not good enough.

You know I can't pay.

Then we'll have to think of an alternative.

What sort of alternative?

Like before, Brian.

Think.

I can't think. I won't think.

And maybe I'll have to find a way of telling that girlie or she must have got

her looks and her brains from her mother.

If you've come to ask me to

change my mind, you're wasting your time.

Have you given the police a statement?

No.

Well, I'm not interested.

You've already implicated me in one crime. No, please, Oscar. It's Cathy's

safety I'm worried about.

Why? What's happened?

Megson's asked me to tip him off about her delivery of malt whiskey.

I reckon he's going to hijack it. Well, are you surprised?

He's got you. He won't let you go.

No, look, I'm turning myself in.

Will you come with me to the station?

Speak up for me. You know him down there.

And you won't mention the fact that I knew about the robbery?

No, of course not.

At least now you've got something to offer them.

What's that?

Make them on a plate.

If Mr. Simpson is admitting his partner robbery, why should we do a deal?

Well, because Megson can still wriggle free.

Brian here is in debt and being forced to repay. So Megson could say that his

evidence was malicious.

And other than Brian's confession, you've got nothing to link Megson with

crime.

We wouldn't want to be accused of entrapment.

Are you sure Megson was the one who approached you to do another job?

Yeah. For his complete cooperation, Brian would like one thing in return.

Which is?

His freedom.

till after his daughter's wedding.

Would you mind stepping into the duty room for a minute, please, Mr. Simpson?

I don't like it, Oscar.

It's not what we do. Come on, Dennis.

It's a sprak to catch a shark.

This is a man who letter -bombs bad payers.

Maybe so.

Brian Simpson may be a fool, but he's not a criminal.

He's been trapped and menaced into this, and now he's giving you the chance to

put a major villain behind bars.

I don't know if you plan it right.

Mr Smith, telephone!

Who is it?

Oh, it's, er, Jill somebody. She's the daughter of a friend of Mr Vernon's.

It's that wonderful picture of you.

Just a couple of nights, you and your husband.

Yeah, well, if Vernon said that.

All right, David will pick you up at the station.

Yes. Bye.

Hey!

You've got company.

Better go and flick a duster round.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Robert, in here.

Sorry, you have to petrol.

No, I've come to have a word with David.

We've had reports that someone pretending to be a taxi driver has been

suspiciously around the Filingdale's early warning station.

Suspiciously? Taking photos, and lots of them.

David?

Oh, you said stick to landscapes.

Well, you've made the security officer very nervous.

He wants to know who you are and who you work for.

I've done it now.

They think you're a Ruskie.

Who are?

Russian spy.

You'll have to confiscate the camera, then. I don't think so.

We just have to assure him that there's nothing sinister going on. Hear that? No

more landscapes.

No landscapes?

And no wildlife.

It doesn't have the people.

People?

All lined up in a wedding group... David!

Clear? Clear!

Since the early caveman in his herd took a trip to the green, there's always

been a photographer to recall the happy scene.

Oh, yes, that's right. What a picture. Click. What a picture. What a

Poor old soul. Blimey, what a joke. And blown off in a cloud of smoke. Clap

hands. Damp your feet.

Banging on the big bass drum. David, don't play.

What a picture. What a picture. Up to the ump, ump, ump, ump, ump. Just dig it

in your family album.

The lorry will head out of Middlesbrough on the A171 and rendezvous without at

the junction of the B1266.

From there it will be driven by Bellamy, suitably rigged out in overalls.

Six men will be in the back.

Walker and I will follow in an unmarked car at a distance.

Where's the likeliest place for a hijack?

It could be anywhere. At the quieter stretch is the B road between the Whitby

Turnoff... And Aidensfield.

When do we show ourselves?

We'll decide that.

As soon as we open the door, the backup team will pile out.

With any luck, they'll have driven us with the intent to stash the goods.

Is it David?

Oh, yes.

Hello.

I'm Jill.

And this is my husband, Chris.

Oh, nice to meet you. Hi, David.

Oh, this way.

We haven't put you out, have we? Only it was a late decision to come.

Well, it's worked out quite well with Mr Vernon being away.

He sends his best.

Why, that's right.

Friends, dear, weather's not much good for walking.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Walking's not our thing.

Oh?

We've come for the fancy dress, boy.

We're Bonnie and Clyde.

Oh, right.

Haven't you seen the film?

Uh, no, I don't think so.

You'd know if you had, boy.

Cos this here's Miss Bonnie Parker.

I'm Clyde Barrow, and we rob banks.

Do you reckon making them appear in person?

I reckon they're not.

It's here!

Hey!

Are you stopping?

Do you know how far it is to a garage?

I ain't got a clue, mate.

Do you know what's about motors?

Why, what do you reckon's wrong with it?

I've no idea.

I've just ground to a halt.

Right, well, let's have a look at it then, eh?

Did you see anything?

No, fudge.

Did you check your plugs?

Oh, Nick. What?

His boots.

Yeah? The copper's boots.

Let's get out of here.

Wonderful. He should really go to hospital for an X -ray. We can go in his

time. He can keep it throbbing till then.

He could have concussion, Dennis.

We need him here.

I'll be all right.

Don't you suffer in silence here.

We'll look after him.

As soon as you have anything on that number plate, Ventress, I want to know

about it.

Right, Sarge.

What? I haven't got any other black shoes, except for Miss Wade's, and I'm

keeping them back for dancing.

Bonnie was the wife of an imprisoned murderer, and cried with the petty

criminal. At first?

Remember the day we met?

She was yelling at me out of her window while I was trying to steal her mother's

car. Hey!

What you doing?

Ain't you ashamed to be stealing an old lady's automobile?

After that, we were inseparable.

But... What started as a little crime spree soon escalated into kidnapping and

murder. Until, finally, we were hunted down and slaughtered in a bloody ambush.

Hope the police round here are more understanding.

Right.

Anyway, before I take you two to Whitby, I've got another fare that I'm going to

have to take to Ashfordly. Hey,

since you're taking us anywhere, why don't you buy a ticket on the door?

Come to the door.

He could be CW Moss. Of course.

Who? Our getaway driver.

You got what it takes to pull bank jobs, boy?

Not usually, no.

Anyway, I've got to go in tonight.

What, the dog?

What the hell's that doing here?

You must be brain dead using a car from here. Hey, hey, we've changed the place.

I don't care. Get rid.

Yeah, who pays for that, then? Your business.

Yeah, right.

And whose business was it to set us up?

Do a bit on your own, would you?

Eh?

Your brains were dynamite. You couldn't blow your hats off.

Didn't let me stick to your fingers during that warehouse job, did you?

No.

And here's me thinking you two are part of the roll -ups.

Hanging on to these in case Castro drop -bites him by a banger, are you?

Hey!

Get a grip.

Both of you!

What about the knock?

Simpson.

You'll get what's coming to him.

You can leave that to me.

Stick him over there.

They just stopped the lorry and left it without taking anything.

We think they might have sussed us.

You didn't get her?

No. For pity's sake, you'll come after me. We'll do what we can.

Like what? Bang him up?

We're continuing our inquiries.

Where does that leave Cathy and me?

We need protection.

PC Walker.

How are you?

Fine. You?

All ready for your big day?

Ready as I'll ever be.

Still asking questions?

Just tying up loose ends.

See you then.

All the best for tomorrow.

Hi.

Yes.

We tracked the owner of the car, Crouch.

Well, something's gone right today. Wonderful.

Anyone we know?

No. The car was traded in two weeks ago to a second -hand car dealer.

Well, we'll see you when we see you.

What's up?

David's been delayed.

People should have a drink while we're waiting.

All right.

His bill is under the sidewalk, so he says.

Yeah? PC's Bellamy and Walker, Ashfordly Police.

We're looking for a car.

Yeah, Ford Zodiac, blue.

Last recorded owner reckoned he traded it here.

Blue Zodiac?

Yeah. Only Zodiac we've got Nick to nights ago.

Did you report it?

No. Why not?

Me and my partner both thought it went out on approval.

We only got it done today.

Is your partner in?

Nah. He's probably reporting it to the station right now.

Excuse me, I won't.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Was he one of the men?

I don't want to stop the lorry, but I think I spotted somebody inside.

Rob.

Elder Barry Wayne.

Oh, well, it's always the first time.

Here's to you and me.

Together, we can cut a path clean across the county.

I reckon that's him.

Bernie Wright and Stan Collins, two of Megson's men.

He finances the HB on their car deals and they do the importing when the loans

go bad.

And you recognise Collins as one of the men who stopped the lorry?

Well, he was wearing a hat and glasses at the time, but I'm pretty sure it was

him. Pretty sure isn't good enough.

We need hard evidence.

If we found the car, that would tie Wright and Collins into the attempted

hijack. Oh, no chance.

They'll be in a thousand pieces by now.

Yeah, Talbot's probably right.

Nevertheless, let's go warrant and turn that place over.

Hello?

It's only me, Alfred.

What's wrong with you?

the car here. Yeah, no rush.

You look lovely.

You look perfect.

Just perfect.

Morning.

Dad.

What's this?

Open season.

Smoked a lot of grass.

Oh, Lord, I popped a lot of pills.

I'll never touch nothing.

Phil.

Look at me.

Recognise the brand?

We're in business.

Hope you're going to clean this lot up when you're finished.

Of course.

So who smokes a fancy cigar, then?

What are you on about?

Nobody here.

No? Must have been a customer.

Must have taken his time, then. There's half a dozen down here.

How easy are these to buy?

You'd have to send to London.

Barlow stocked them for himself, rather than for sale.

There was just the one box and they couldn't resist having a taste.

Right, good work.

Well done.

Where are they now?

Collins is in the interview room, writes in a cell.

Let's get some statement.

If he's all right with you, Sergeant, I'm late for a wedding.

With a love caress on his hand.

Are you all right?

I'm looking forward to a deal. But the butcher is a monster.

See you in a bit.

Let's get it.

Not a natural man.

Hey, what's Rob doing here? Just... The dealer.

Oh, Nicola, the fellow you laugh so sweetly at dreams.

Mr.

Maxon, PC Water, Ashfordly Police.

What were you doing there?

I'm a friend of the family.

Oh, really?

And I'm a sucker for weddings.

Isn't everyone?

You and a friend of the family?

Brian Simpson was a customer of yours. He owed you money.

A lot of people do.

It's my living.

You were leaning on him.

So what?

So he sold you information.

About the warehouse where he worked. The one you raided.

The one I what?

All right, the raid you planned.

Isn't it time my solicitor was here?

Stan Collins and Bernie Wright.

They work for you, don't they?

They work for themselves.

They run a second -hand car business.

Which you own.

I'm an investor.

My men searched their premises this morning.

Found these.

You don't smoke them, do you? I don't smoke, full stop.

Betty Collins and Wright couldn't kick the habit.

We believe these are part of the warehouse hall.

Collins and Wright are here now, helping us with our inquiries.

Am I supposed to find that interesting?

As you found with Brian Simpson.

People can be persuaded to part with information for the promise of reward.

Stan and Bernie are going to stitch me up.

Sure they are.

You've got nothing.

How about this, don't we?

We have Brian Simpson's testimony.

Well, I wouldn't bank on him as a witness.

You're laughing at us.

Have you got to Simpson at the reception?

No. You sure?

Well, certainly.

He came late with a present.

A present?

I just put it on the pile when I grabbed him.

Let's go.

Son? No!

It's natural for people to say that a wedding is the bride and groom's big

Of course it is.

But this has also been my big day.

To see my daughter married to a decent and caring young man like Terry is a

dream come true for me too.

Is that it? Yes. Right, go.

So before we go through for the cutting of the cake, I'd like you all to stand

up and drink a toast to Cathy and Terry.

I've just got to pop out.

Thanks for everything, Dad.

New life for you now, love.

Be happy.

Can I see the rosette, David?

That's better.

And... Hey!

The snapper snapped!

Speech, David, speech!

No, no, I can't. Of course you can.

I'd like to thank... I'd like to thank Mr Norton for

developing the film and the doctor for making him do it.

Well, mostly, I owe everything to you, Mr Scripps, for not

drinking me auntie's elderberry wine.

To aunties everywhere, to aunties everywhere.

There may not be a next time, thanks to you leaving the chairman of the Taxi

Licensing Committee to walk home.

If you haven't seen him either, he could have had an accident.

I think I'd better call the police.

I'm Rosie.

Rosie Cartwright.

Mr. Scripps gave me a job here as a mechanic.