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

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

Miller announces that he's off to learn the patch.

You know, if you ask me, it's just an excuse for him to check up on folk.

Yeah, it's my afternoon off. She'll have loads of peace and quiet. Hot dates?

Yeah, maybe.

Yeah, gorgeous nurse.

I could do with one of them. Has she got any mates?

You've got Rosie.

I thought that was shaping up to be the romance of the century.

Don't even joke about it.

Yeah, well, she's a nice kid.

Yeah, but that's exactly what she is. A kid.

registration. Alpha Vista 8942.

Better me find out who this joker is.

He's driving like a maniac.

Woo -hoo!

You look nice.

Nice? You know.

So where are you taking me?

I thought we'd maybe take a ride up the coast, find a nice quiet place and have

some dinner later on. Sounds romantic.

Put your lid on.

Hey, Claire, what are you doing tonight? You must come to our party. Oh, I don't

know, Tim.

We were... Gavin!

Isn't it brilliant?

Gavin is my new boss. That's what we're celebrating.

Great.

This is Rob. Rob Walker.

Hello. Dr Gavin Kennedy.

We used to work together.

You're obviously a man of impeccable taste, Rob. I used to have one of these,

but I pranked it.

I've had a few spills myself.

Come on, Claire.

I'm sure Rob would love one of our parties.

What? Do you lot still behave like a bunch of medical students?

Well, if you can't make it, we should get together for a drink some other

It's always nice to meet another serious biker.

Yeah.

If you ask me, she still fancies you.

There are certainly some very bad drivers around here.

You didn't get him then, Sarge?

More to the point, Bellamy. What did you get?

Well, the car is registered to a Mr Herbert Armstrong of Ilkley.

So he's probably well off the patch by now, Sarge. Thinking that he's got away

with it. Well, he's got another thing coming.

Get me Ilkley Nick on the phone.

Yes, Dad.

I haven't seen one of these for a while. The lad watching the car.

Is his name David Stockwell?

Do you want me to... No!

What about that one?

Eh.

It's never our little David.

Oh, it is!

And what a handsome young fella you've become.

Eh!

Let me look at you.

Oh, you're a right little smasher.

You've got your mother's eyes.

You don't recognise me, do you, lover?

Well, that's no surprise. The years have taken their toll.

I'm your auntie.

Me auntie? Your auntie Peg.

Auntie Peggy? Your poor mam's been that worried about you, so she sent me along

to sort you out.

My mum's dead.

Ah, well, often the best go first.

Now, come on, you can buy your poor old auntie a drink and I'll explain.

We could change our plans, if you like.

I don't mind going to a party.

Anyway, it's about time I met some of your mates from the hospital.

I just don't want to spoil things.

I like it, just you and me.

How would a party spoil things?

When I worked with Gavin before, well, it's complicated.

We sort of went out together.

Yeah?

Well, contrary to popular opinion, us policemen do have some powers of

observation, you know.

Is it that obvious?

Well, no, but I can see you've got some history between you.

The point is, is it over?

Yes.

Well, there you go. That seemed pretty definite.

If we bumped into one of my ex -girlfriends, how would you feel?

I'd want to kill her.

You'd want to kill her.

Here you go.

You know, I've always been a bit psychic.

Well, your mum were and all.

Oh, I never knew. So you really, you know, talked to her from the other side?

We may not have seen one another for years, but on another level, we were

in touch.

Well, I thought you'd never talked to each other since me grandma died and all

the money in her post office account disappeared.

Land.

All families have their disagreements, but we remained sisters.

Oh, I really miss me, ma 'am.

Now Mr. Vernon's gone and all.

You know, she always used to knit me a jumper for me Christmas.

Yes, she was one of the world's great knitters, was your old ma 'am. Could

knitted for England.

The only problem with them was that the sleeves were just always a little bit

too long.

Oh,

oh, come on, lovey.

Hey, now, don't take on so.

Hey, your Auntie Peggy here now.

Someone's having a good time.

He is so gorgeous, I can't believe it. Julie, this is Rob.

Julie's my best mate, well, most of the time. Hi, Rob. Hiya. Yeah, you're not

bad either.

Thing is, kiddo, if you don't want him, do you mind? You're welcome to him.

Really?

She is such a good friend.

Shares everything.

I'm not sharing this one. Okay.

OK, I'll concentrate on... What's his name?

Gavin!

Oh, dear.

Wouldn't like her to hang over in the morning.

Oh, Mrs Alfred.

Hey.

What a power!

I never dreamt you were a man of property, David.

Oh, dear.

Mr. Vernon, he... Joined your mam on the other side.

Oh, no.

No, they never knew each other.

No, he left me this place.

Must have been fond of you, lad.

Yeah, well, he...

Stop getting ideas above your station, doggy.

Hey,

Robbo. You having a good time?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, pretty good.

Are you sure you don't look drunk enough?

I've got work tomorrow.

No, don't worry about that.

So have I.

Here, take one of these.

You can rock all night and you can work all day.

What are they?

Trust me, I'm a doctor.

Hey, to tell you this, Timur, I'm a copper.

Yeah, right.

Nice one, Rob.

Did you know Tim was popping bills?

You're a bit of a wild crowd. I didn't try and tell you that.

What are they taking?

Oh, come on, Rob.

You're not on duty now.

Where? Whoops!

Right, Dadders, you take the best 50 quid as I make it to the other side.

Yeah, and the rest.

Watch yourself, kid.

He did no big thing to travel. He would have tried to stop me.

He's just prattling around.

Nice and steady.

Dr. Kennedy's going to go in the ambulance with him, if that's okay.

Looks like he's broken his neck.

Presumably. He was drunk.

I'd say so.

Sarge.

Walker? I think he'd taken something.

He certainly had a pocket full of pills.

That makes sense.

His pupils were dilated.

Suggests amphetamine. Right. We'll have to take statements from everyone.

Bellamy, follow the ambulance to the hospital.

Check his clothes.

You're looking for drugs? I said.

Well, it's not much, but it's all I've got.

And as my only living relative, you should have it.

No!

Oh, Peggy, no, I couldn't. What are you going to drive?

Well, I find driving very hard work nowadays.

Especially when I've got one of my heads. Oh, you see?

Just the mention of it sets it off.

Oh, it's like some terrible monster's got my head in its vice -like grip.

Oh, I'll go and get the doctor. No, no, at the glove compartment there's a

bottle.

Thank you.

It's the only thing that works.

Oh.

What shall I do? Shall I take you to the hospital?

No.

No, I don't believe in hospitals.

You go in laughing, you come out in a box.

I've seen it happen too many times, no.

No, all I need is a... is a place to rest a while.

Oh.

What, I mean...

You could use Mr Vernon's room for as long as you like. Oh, no, I wouldn't

of moving in on you, lad.

No, it wouldn't be fair. You're young, you've got your life ahead of you.

You don't want to be lumbered with your poor sick old auntie.

I don't mind, really.

People might think I was taking advantage of you. I don't mind what

think. I mean, I think that you should stay.

You don't do by yourself when you're feeling all poorly.

Me and Alfred, we'll look after you.

Well, if you insist, just for a bit.

You really are a grand lad, aren't you, David?

They let me look through all of his stuff, but I found nothing.

He definitely had the pills in his trouser pocket.

He offered me one. It's a pity you didn't do your duty, Constable, and nick

on the spot.

Then he wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed with a broken neck now, would he?

No, Sarge. Go on, get out of my sight.

How did he pull through?

Hard to say.

Dixon's the consultant, so he's out of their hands.

I'll call Tim.

Yeah. Well, the last thing Tim needs right now is Mr Plodd, all over the

hospital, asking the stupid questions.

So you'd better have a word with your policeman.

He's not my policeman.

How on earth did you end up with one of the boys in blue? It's almost funny.

Gav, I know it didn't work out for us, but I'd never let you down. You can

me. The question is, can you trust him?

Does he know what a right little raver you are?

Or does he think he's going out with Florence and I don't know?

Although the incident last night seems on the face of it to be an accident, if

the young man was under the influence of drugs, I want to know who supplied

them, and I want that person nicked.

It might not be that easy, sir. Yeah, but that won't be your problem, Walker.

In view of your compromising connections to this group, you will not take any

part in this investigation.

Yeah, but if anyone knows anything, they might feel more comfortable talking to

Rob. Did I ask you for your comments, Bellamy?

She's trying to be helpful.

Less argument will be more helpful.

I shall handle the investigation myself.

You, Walker, can take over my clampdown on motoring offences.

Oh, on the subject of that, Sarge, Ilkley were on. They did try to track

Herbert Armstrong for you. It turns out he's dead.

Then who's the ruddy maniac that's driving round in his car?

Walker, find out.

A bit of proper police work should put you back on the straight and narrow.

Sarge.

Morning, Bernie.

Good. I'm looking for a car, possibly stolen. An Austin Goodwood.

Got the registration here somewhere.

I knew she was up to no good.

She? Who's she?

So, how long's she stopping?

Oh, just for a while.

Why are you moving all Vernon's furniture out, then?

Well, just to give us some space.

I mean, it's not really lady stuff, this, is it? Look, I know she's busy

people. You don't really know her, do you?

I don't.

When was the last time you saw her?

I don't know. Come on, it must have been years ago.

Look, it's all right for you. You've got a family.

You've got a dad and you've got brothers. Well, my mum's dead and now Mr

Vernon's gone. So who have I got left?

Alfred. And he's a dog.

David, you've got plenty of friends. You've got loads of friends.

It's not a shame, though, is it?

Just because she's your auntie doesn't mean she's got your best interests at

heart.

Yeah, she is my auntie. And she can stay here for as long as she likes because I

like her and Alfred likes her and I don't care what anybody else thinks.

Okay, okay, I was only saying... If you're not happy, you can just go and

great big long run and a jump. All of you!

Nice car, David.

Who does it belong to?

Actually, it's mine.

I've known Tim Carson since he was a medical student.

He's a great fellow.

And a fine doctor.

I'm sure we're all anxious as you are, Dr. Kennedy, to find out exactly what

happened. I think the sad truth is, Sergeant, it was a piece of tomfoolery

went tragically wrong.

Do you personally think Dr. Cowden pulled through?

I pray he did.

But if that's my professional opinion, well... Well, if he doesn't make it,

there will be a post -mortem.

If it is found that he was under the influence of drugs or alcohol, there'll

an inquest.

And then we can't regard what happened just as an accident.

All I can say is, Sergeant, you have my cooperation, 100%. Tim is a good, good

friend.

If someone really is responsible for this tragedy, then I want them brought

book. Make no mistake.

We'll do our best.

I'm sure you will.

Stolen?

It's not stolen. We've had it for years.

It's registered to a Mr Herbert Armstrong.

My late husband.

Oh, you're a lovely man, David.

And he was very fond of you.

Now, I've been meaning to change the logbook, but you know how these things

your mind.

As you can see, Constable, I'm not in the best of health.

What, so you've no insurance either?

Oh, no, that's all paid up to date.

In your husband's name?

Mrs Armstrong, a deceased person cannot be insured.

Well, the insurance companies don't seem to mind. They've been happy to take my

money. And who signs the form?

I did. But then I always used to take care of that sort of thing.

I think you need to come down to the station so we can sort this out.

Oh, I... She's not been feeling very well.

Tomorrow, if you can manage it.

And bring all your documents.

I'll see myself out.

Do you know, David,

I've been sitting here, looking at them lovely plum trees of yours.

And do you know what I've been thinking?

No, what?

Well, you're such a kind -hearted lad.

Maybe your old auntie can teach you a trick or two.

Bon appétit.

Thanks.

How's Tim?

Not good.

Your buddies certainly gave Julia good going over.

All they did was interview her.

You've got to put a stop to this, Rob.

Why? Tim knew what he was doing.

How do you mean, exactly?

We work hard, we play hard.

OK, so it's not strictly legal.

But that's the real world outside of Planet Plod. And you're an expert on the

real world, are you?

Plenty of people use drugs.

Including you?

I have done.

Who supplies you?

You think I'm going to rat on my friends so you can earn a few brownie points at

work? You think the person who helped him fill himself full of a lethal

of drugs and alcohol is his friend?

You look like a nice, easy -going bloke, Rob.

But really, you're just a wooden top through and through, aren't you?

Oh, right.

And you're so hip and trendy you can look down your nose at us folk.

We try and lead decent lives and obey the law. You know, that kind of

makes me sick. I thought you were different.

Yeah, funny you should mention that, cos I thought you were different too.

Just goes to show how wrong we both were, eh?

Have a nice life, Rob.

Well, what about tomorrow night, then? You go for the pictures.

Right. Well, the thing is, Rosie, it's just a bit difficult at the moment.

Miller can't expect you to work late every night, surely?

Yeah, I know, yeah.

Well... Oh, Rob!

Oh, excuse me.

Rob.

How are you having, mate?

Just a pint, please, Gina.

I'll make you a scotch. A large one.

Some of you?

Me and Claire have had a bust -up.

Basically, it's over.

All right.

Well, maybe that's not such a bad thing.

I thought you liked her.

Yeah, I seem to recall you asking me if she had any mates.

Yeah, thanks, Gina.

Yeah, well, Rob, you probably shouldn't be telling me this.

In that case, you probably should.

We've received some information.

Information? This drugs business at the hospital.

Claire could be more involved than you think.

What do you mean?

Look, Miller wants you kept out of it, so I shouldn't say any more.

Phil, if it is over, you're off the hook anyway, aren't you? So, you know, just

take a friendly word of advice.

Just steer clear.

Oh, great.

Another large one, please, Gina.

What was he called? Bert?

Yeah, Bert Armstrong, never to be forgotten.

He dealt in scrap metal and voting car rigging as well.

Though he was never convicted.

Apparently, he's dead.

She's moved in with David. Rosie reckons she means to stay.

Well, that house is worth a fair bit, Ernie. Don't you ever worry.

After all, it was Vernon's house.

Rosie's already tried to make him see sense and got a right earful.

Doubt he'll listen to me.

What's up?

I don't understand what I've done wrong.

It's not the bloke that's supposed to play hard to get.

Well... I wouldn't expect too much from Phil if I was you.

Why not?

Don't you think he likes me?

Yes. I'm sure he likes you, but he doesn't always get it right with girls.

You might think he's a bit of a Jack the Lad, but he's not.

And he's a lot older than you.

Yeah, I know.

He even likes Matt Monroe.

He's got all these records.

There you go, then.

Just look at you.

You can wait in there.

Alf, could you tell Miller that she's here, please? I'll tell him myself.

Bellamy's just brought Claire Owen in.

Right. You've excluded me from this investigation, which you've every right

do. But I would have thought it's common decency to let me know you were going

to arrest her. I've not arrested her.

Yet. I want to hear what she has to say for herself.

And contrary to what you think, I was trying to save you some embarrassment.

You sure you didn't think I was going to tip her off so she could make a run for

it? Right!

I've heard enough from you, Walker.

If you think you've got any future in this job, you'll remember who you're

speaking to.

Sergeant. Sergeant!

Sergeant. That's better.

Now you've work to do.

I suggest you go and do it.

I'm only here to make a lovely plum jam.

It was always my favourite.

If you get a good few pounds out of these... Hey!

Wear snot, want not.

Oh, it was rotten. That was no use for making jam.

Well, the thing is, lad, since we've got so many of them and they are pretty

overripe, plum wine might be a better bet.

Oh, well, do you know how to make it?

Well, I may be a bit rusty, but I reckon I've still got the knack.

If amphetamines or any other drugs have been stolen from the hospital, I know

nothing about it.

It's the last place you worked, I think.

St. Martha's.

Why did you leave there?

I left because it was time to move on.

You sure you didn't have any problems?

Look, if someone has made accusations against me, then tell me what they are.

At least then I can defend myself.

A witness has made a statement in which it is alleged that he was seen stealing

drugs at Ashfordly General.

A damn lie. Did you give those drugs to Tim Carr?

No. Didn't you have a similar racket going at St Martha's? And when you

you'd be rumbled, you left to avoid an investigation?

No.

Who's been saying these things about me?

What we want to know, Claire, is are they true?

We could do with a brew, if you wouldn't mind, Alf.

Oh, man.

So what's going on?

Look here.

Somebody in the hospital has made a statement.

She's been seeing Nicky in drugs.

It was probably her who gave the stuff to Carr.

No, I don't believe it.

Phil, I was there.

Yeah. Well, she was at it at her last place, too, only she didn't get caught.

She might have experimented with a few drugs, but I know her. She is not a

thief. You think you know, but maybe you don't.

Look, women are good at pulling the wool over our eyes.

Mate, you are wrong about this.

Julie.

I was wondering if I could have a word.

You're not. You don't give up, do you?

I've told you everything I know.

Signed a statement. What more do you want?

Tim's had a pulmonary embolus.

A blood clot.

They've just taken him to surgery.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

Yeah.

Like you care.

Julie.

How good news about Dr Carr.

Looks like Miller might get his post -mortem.

You've worked in a lot of hospitals.

There's very much drug -taking amongst medical staff.

It happens.

Staff are overworked, often under intense pressure and the temptation's

-present. Could a nurse easily help herself?

Not easily.

What nurse are we talking about here?

Not Claire, surely.

I just don't believe she would.

Then trust your instincts.

Yes, madam. I was told to bring them, so I brought them.

My heck, Peggy Armstrong.

Al Ventress.

Oh, you remember me.

Starlight rooms in Scarborough just after the war.

I remember you were a great dancer.

That girlfriend of yours, though.

You know, the tubby one. She had two left feet.

Mrs Ventress.

Ah, Sarge.

This is Mrs Armstrong.

The Austin Goodwood.

Stirring Moss in person?

Your young copper wanted to see my documents.

I'll deal with Mrs Armstrong.

Come this way, madam.

Who's that for?

He made it himself.

I'll take it.

I'm not sure, Rob. Don't worry.

You'll be fine.

You see, when he was too bad, we got one of these.

Power of attorney.

That's all very well, but it doesn't excuse your atrocious driving.

See, that's because I misplaced my glasses.

I mean, without them, I can't see, do you?

Oh, what's his name?

Road. Speedometer.

Come to gloat.

Claire, I know you're innocent.

Well, can't you just tell them that?

I've tried.

Who would tell such lies about me? And why?

Who's got it in for you?

I didn't think anyone had.

Think hard.

Who've you upset?

Who's got a grudge?

Julia, I suppose.

But isn't she your best mate?

Well, yeah.

She's certainly got a big thing for Gavin.

Maybe he turned her down and she blames me.

Rob, what are you playing at? Remember the cat you were in love with?

Look,

he's dead.

What are you saying?

What's happened?

I'm sorry.

He died in surgery. We've just found out.

David!

When's your name, David?

Hello. Why are they at the police station?

Oh, the usual nonsense.

They like to give you a good ticking off.

Make them feel important.

David, what on earth do you think you're doing?

Well, since you were so long at the police station, I thought about getting

started, so I've started turning the plums for the... Well,

this is how you do it, isn't it? It's not how we do it. Get yourself out of

there, lad.

Oh, you might have taken your shoes off.

If this is about another nurse making false accusations, then Sergeant Miller

must consider it, surely.

Not if it comes from me.

They all just think I'm being blinkered about, Claire.

They must have something pretty convincing, then.

Julia's word against hers.

I've been charged and released on bail.

They blame me for Tim's death.

You've got to help me, Rob. I don't know who else to ask.

Sit yourself down.

I'll get you a drink.

I didn't steal anything.

Something doesn't quite make sense here.

Are you sure the accusation couldn't have come from a doctor?

A doctor?

You know how stupidly hierarchical hospitals can be.

Rob, the pills that were in Tim Carr's pocket were never found, were they?

No.

They must have been removed.

But who by?

Dr Kennedy went in the ambulance with Tim.

I was called to the scene so ordinarily I would have gone myself, but he wanted

to go. In fact, he insisted on it. No, Gavin would never do this.

Are you sure about that, Claire?

Sounds like a pretty convincing theory to me.

I think it's time you told us all about it, aren't you?

This is brilliant.

Where did you learn to do all this?

Oh, during the war, David.

We had to make do with what we had.

Me and your mum were still living at home there, on your grandad's farm.

And we had these two lads sent by the minister to work for us, two Polish

they were.

And they brought this special recipe from home.

Oh, so it's like a sort of Polish plum wine?

Yeah. Well, I've been...

Making it on and off ever since.

That's perfect.

Get them bottles, lad.

So, what are we going to do with it all, then? Oh, I usually give it away

to friends.

I know I should have told you everything at the beginning.

I'm glad Dr Trent has persuaded you to see sense.

When I worked at St Martha's, Dr Kennedy and I were involved in a relationship.

He started to take amphetamines from the hospital.

You mean steal them?

As a doctor, it was easy for him.

He could get access to the dispensary, especially at night.

He'd say there was something he urgently needed and...

When we were just using the stuff ourselves, I thought it was okay.

And then I found out he was selling it to other hospital staff.

We argued about it.

I ended up leaving St Martha's and coming to Ashfordly. She didn't want to

involved anymore.

Righty -ho.

That shouldn't give you any more problems.

Right, safely.

Hiya. Hi.

I just wanted to say sorry for having a go at you the other day.

It don't matter.

What are your presents?

What is it?

It's plum wine.

Me and Auntie Peggy made it.

That's what she does, you know.

She just makes stuff and gives it away to her friends.

Lucy, you are wrong about her.

I don't like wine much.

Oh.

I just wanted to try and make you see that she doesn't take advantage.

OK.

So, are we still friends, then?

Yeah.

Yes,

I do understand that St. Martha's has a reputation to safeguard.

Could you hold on just one moment?

Dr. James Kahn is the senior consultant.

He was Gavin Kennedy's boss.

They suspected Kennedy was stealing drugs, but nothing could ever be proved.

So he was, shall we say, persuaded to move on.

St. Martha's passed the book.

I'm going to hand you over to Sergeant Miller now, Jimmy, if you could explain

it all to him.

Yes, strictly off the record, I promise.

Off the bloody record.

I don't like working like this.

Good morning, sir. Yes, Sergeant George Miller here.

Oh, Rose, that's never wine.

Here, let me have a try.

It's more like vodka, that.

Here, give it here.

Hey, that sliver of it.

It's not bad, is it?

What's that?

Well,

it's Polish vodka, Rosie. It's home -brewed, made from plums.

Comes from a particular region.

I used to have it during the war.

Never forgotten the taste.

David said him and Peggy made it themselves.

Yeah. Well, she must have built it still.

Oh, David's not going to get in trouble over this, is he? Well, he will if the

customs and police find out.

But he doesn't know what he's doing.

I mean, he thinks it's wine.

Well, that's the law, Gina. You can't distill anything without a licence.

It's illegal.

You all right, Walker?

Come on, let's get this sorted out.

I hear they're doing the post -mortem on Tim this afternoon.

Yeah. It's all going to break down. Poor old Timber.

So you thought you'd arranged for me to carry the can?

I'm a doctor, and you're only a nurse.

Who do you think Mr. Plough's going to believe?

Ah, the noble new boyfriend.

You took the pills out of Tim's pocket, didn't you?

I was only trying to protect the reputation of a good friend.

Surely you can understand that. Could we have your keys, Dr. Kennedy?

My keys.

You've done them over.

Look, is this necessary, Constable?

This one.

I don't know what lies she's been telling you, but let's go and see, shall

We've just been going through the drugs audit.

There do seem to be some discrepancies.

Quantities of amphetamines are missing.

His key, Sarge.

So you borrowed the key one night and have a copy of your own made.

Then you could come and go helping yourself whenever you like.

Neat little racket.

I'm not saying anything.

I want a solicitor.

Was it the same trick you played at St Martha's?

It doesn't prove anything.

Nor will you.

I think you're wrong there, Doctor.

Walker? Silence.

Nick him.

It's great, isn't it?

You could get into serious trouble for this.

The police find out about this, you could end up in jail.

Oh, it's all right. We're not selling the stuff. We're just giving it away.

Auntie Peggy... Who's she giving it to?

Well, she's just taken a load down to Lashley to give to a friend of hers

Oggy. He has a lot of parties.

David, if it's the Oggy I know of, he won't just bring us your beans.

What?

Illegal drinking club.

I don't like to mention this, but to me it looks like it's overheating.

Oh, no, it's all right. It just needs a little... I think we should get out of

here. Now.

Yeah, I do too. Come on, David.

I'm just going to put another couple of pounds... David, now!

I'll be right with you.

Show's over.

Come on.

I'm thinking of going down south, getting a job in London.

If I stay at Ashfordly General, people will always be wondering about me.

Probably.

So, thanks for what you did.

I try and do what's right.

I happen to believe in that boring and old -fashioned of me I know. Lucky for

me, you do think like that.

Especially after what I said.

I'm sorry, I was so nasty.

We both laughed our right at it.

I suppose we see things differently.

Yes, we certainly do.

We do.

Take care of yourselves, Rob.

Yeah, you too.

You must admit, before all this, we did have a laugh.

Yeah.

Yeah, we did.

Here you go.

When she thought he was hurt, she was quite beside herself.

More like she knows when she's on to a good thing.

Oh, maybe she's just what David knew.

No.

Wouldn't go as far as that, do you?

Dale.

Hi, Rosie. Hi.

Look, can I have a word?

Yeah, OK.

And one for Rob.

Oh.

Yeah, thanks.

I like you, Rosie.

You know I do.

It's just that, well... You're too old for me.

Well, partly that, yeah.

Yeah, it's OK. I've been thinking about it since I spoke to Gina, and, well,

because when I'm your age, you'll practically be an old man, won't you?

See you.

Right.

Well, that's that sorted, then.

There you go, mate.

Here's to single life, eh?

Well, if we drink into that... Oscar?

A couple of whisky chasers, please.

Oh, well, if you two want a chaser, I've got something really special for you to

try.

A sort of, uh, acquisition.

Fine. We'll give it a go.

How the blazes did he get hold of that?

I don't know.

It's not bad.

Oh, where did you get that from?

I hope it's not dodgy.

No, it's a present.

Permitted Armstrong here.

Well, just a little thank you for welcoming me into your

lovely village.

And very nice, too.

Nastrovia!

Fifty tons of rolling stock doesn't just vanish in the thin air. We're missing

something. I know we are.

This is a recent map. Some of the abandoned sidings aren't even shown.

You're not going to stop!

Get out of the way!