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

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

They say that you're one of my lovers.

Don't you see it isn't true?

But if you put me down for another,

I'll know, believe me, I'll know.

Because a knight has a thousand eyes.

Morning, Sergeant.

Ah, just the job.

Thanks very much.

Where is everybody?

Oh, Alf called in to say that Mrs Ventress is still too poorly for him to

her, and Robin Pillar in the High Street. There was a smash and grab on

-licence last night.

Right. Give us a shout when they get back in. Yes, Sergeant.

Oh, and Younger.

Yes, Sergeant?

I was doing some paperwork last night, including some of your crime reports.

I have never seen such carelessness and bad spelling.

Among items stolen were some Batholven records and a grandfather.

The burglar had got in by forcing open a Skylark.

Not good enough, Constable.

Sorry, Sergeant.

In future, take more care.

Four large boxes of cigarettes.

Still taped up.

They've been delivered just before closing time. They're left on the shop

to be checked today.

Do you think they may have been waiting for the delivery?

Yeah, I suppose.

But you don't remember seeing anyone suspicious?

No, sorry.

All right, well, thanks, Mr Morris.

Any joy?

No. It's all two men.

Medium height, medium build.

Too dark to see their faces. Too dark and too short -sighted to read the

plate. Description of the van?

Not even a colour.

Oh, well, we'll just have to wait for somebody to hand themselves in, then.

Aye, talking of which, you've seen who's standing with the gopers.

I thought you'd gone out.

What are you doing with that?

I was just checking to see if there was anything in the pockets. I thought I

might run an iron over it.

Well, I wouldn't bother.

All right, then.

David, I don't suppose you've got a spare bobber, too, have you?

Uh, no.

I've only got my float for the taxi.

Ah. And those bits of paper that you say are like money, you know, your IOUs.

Oh, yes. Now, you're keeping them safe, aren't you?

Oh, yeah, definitely.

Right here, just like you said.

That's right, because saving them is keeping you from frittering your money

away. Yeah, now, I wanted to ask you about that. Not now, David.

I must dash.

What?

You've got a way with words, Jeff, I'll give you that.

All right.

You've had your fun.

Nobody's perfect.

Oh, you're right there, Jeff.

Yeah. Especially that bloke in the dark blue suite.

Hello, Colin.

You didn't take long to get here. I want to see the sergeant.

Well, he's busy. You'll have to deal with me.

I've come about the raid on the off -licence.

Oh, yeah?

Why? I did it.

No, you didn't. I did? No, Colin.

I know what I did.

Look, why don't you just go home, then? I'm staying here till somebody listens

to me.

There you go.

Thank you, love.

Put it on David's slate.

Um, he hasn't got a sleep.

And you know it.

Two shillings, please.

One and nine.

Ten, eleven, two balls.

Thank you.

It's robbery.

My pleasure.

Regina, I'm back.

Oh, you took your time. Yeah, I was talking to Rob and Bellamy in town. Lyle

Morris had his place broken into last night.

Again? Yeah, they went for the front this time. Nicked all his fags.

Paul, I almost think he's jinxed. Well, that's the way it goes.

You know, that man's had not a bad look since his wife died.

Don't tell me, love.

It was the same for me when Albert went.

He was my rock.

Well, I think Lionel relied on his wife a bit too much, really.

They were a devoted couple, but she called the tune.

She had the money, you see.

So?

Now he's a merry widower.

Well, not really.

He's certainly got a bob or two.

But he's very quiet.

He used to come in here every week.

She'd always order a Manhattan cocktail.

Oh, there's Posh.

He still comes in.

Sits over there by himself.

Oh, sad, really.

You sure he isn't telling the truth?

Positive. He's plagued us for years.

At first we picked him up for genuine petty offences and then he started

confessing to everything from dropping litter to the great train robbery.

Just an attention seeker, eh?

Compulsive lying, they say it is.

He's been under a doctor for it.

Well, let's make sure all the same we don't want to look a gift horse in the

mouth. Right, Sergeant.

A van was used in the raid.

I know.

You haven't got a van.

I had a driver.

What's his name?

I'm not saying.

Why not?

I'm not a grass.

Well, you're keen enough to grass on yourself, though, Colin.

If you raided the off -licence, where's the stuff?

In a lock -up. In a lock -up where?

Only the driver knows.

So, there's nothing to connect you to the crime.

What's that?

Part of the hall.

All right, Constable.

I've heard enough.

Show Mr. Sneddon out.

Out? The only thing you are guilty of, Mr. Sneddon, is wasting police time.

I could charge you with that, but quite frankly, you are not worth the

paperwork.

Now, if making false confessions is your thing, take my advice.

Find another hobby!

Hello, can I help?

Well, I'm not sure. I was looking for something.

Yes? Yes, the ingredients to make a Manhattan.

Oh. Oh, I can see you're stumped. It's a cocktail. I know that, thank you.

Are you sure?

What's that message?

This lady wants to make a Manhattan, Mr Morris.

Oh.

Then she'll need four ice cubes, one part sweet vermouth, three parts bourbon

and a maraschino cherry.

Stirred, but not shaken.

Exactly.

With my wife's favourite tipple.

Mine as well!

She drank it first on a cruise to the Canaries. There was no looking back.

Spoilt for life, I bet.

Absolutely.

Sadly, it was a short one after that. She passed away two years ago.

Oh, I am sorry. I didn't mean... You weren't to know.

So, Miss Finch, that'll be one bottle of bourbon and one of sweet Italian

vermouth, if you'd be so kind.

Thank you.

Oh, Colin, what do you want?

Can I speak to you?

Is it important?

I was just on my way out.

Yeah, it's important.

Come in.

I hope he's not about the raid on the off -line.

No.

Good.

It's about this.

What is it? You'll see.

Remember Vicky Brown?

Yeah, that was a while ago, wasn't it?

Eleven years.

It must be, but what about her?

Take a look.

Eleven years, seven months, three weeks she's been gone.

Yeah, I don't understand. Why have you kept all this? I knew her.

A lot of people knew her.

I knew her more than most.

She used to cycle past Charlie's farm where I was working.

Used to look out for her.

Sometimes I reckon she came by on the off chance of seeing me.

The police talked to you, didn't they?

Course.

I helped with their enquiries.

All night once.

So why are you here now?

I've come to tell you.

Tell me what, Colin?

That I killed her.

I was ploughing the ten -acre field.

The one next to the road.

It's a quiet road, that one.

Hardly anyone uses it.

I saw her come in and got to the gate as she came by.

And she stopped.

She liked to stop and chat.

That little chatterbox.

Go on.

I asked her if she'd like a ride on the tractor.

But she said she didn't want to get her frock messed up.

Blue it was.

You told the police all this?

I said I hadn't seen her.

But you had.

I've just said so, haven't I?

OK. So what happened?

I asked her to go out with me.

She just laughed.

Said I was too common.

I got angry.

Go on.

The more angry I got, the more she laughed.

I had to shut her up, see?

How did you shut her up?

I strangled her.

I didn't mean to.

Something just snapped.

Next thing, she's lying there.

What did you do with her body?

I hid her in a ditch.

When it was dark, I went back and buried her in the field I'd been ploughing.

You sent him home?

Seeing as though we'd been down this track before, I told him to tell his

what he told me.

And how did he react?

Oh, he was upset.

He wanted me to arrest him there and then.

Said I didn't believe him.

And he?

He knew a lot about the case.

He seemed to know a lot about Vicky Brown, but then everyone does. He was in

news for weeks.

But given his record for making false confessions, why didn't he cough for

at the time?

Perhaps this is the one crime he really did commit, but could never admit to.

Come again?

Well, his other confessions might have been a way of relieving his conscience.

Going to jail for something he hasn't done would balance the books.

Spare me the psychological mumbo -jumbo, Constable.

Yes, Sergeant.

Shouldn't we tell CID what we're doing?

You think they'd thank us for dragging them in on the word of a no -knock case?

Isn't that... It's in here.

Sergeant Miller.

Doctor.

What brings you here?

I asked her.

I understand Colin's made some sort of confession.

Yes.

You're aware that Colin's been referred to a specialist in personality

disorders? We're not psychiatrists, Doctor.

We deal in facts.

And the fact is that he'd confessed to a murder.

Well, it's all nonsense.

You know he's just a daft lad.

Yes, Mrs Snowden.

He never touched that girl and you know that.

I did.

Shut up, Colin.

I did it.

Can we talk outside?

I'm no expert in psychiatric medicine, but a heavy -handed approach could

him. What would you have us do?

Ignore it? Of course not. But given his previous record, it's unlikely he had

anything to do with the girl's disappearance.

It's a pity we can't take that chance.

We have to sift the information and then decide, one way or the other.

Why does Colin do it?

He's a fantasist.

Pathological liars are incapable of distinguishing between fiction and

Colin genuinely believes his lies.

Look, I don't want to leave him, but I've got a surgery waiting.

Promise me you'll take care of him.

I'll do what I can.

Thanks.

Mr. Charlie?

Aye.

Sergeant Miller, Ashley Police. This is PC Walker.

What can we do for you?

We're following up information received by Colin Sneddon. I believe he used to

work here.

I put up with him for a year, then got shut.

What's going on?

We're looking into an incident.

Involving him?

Mr Sneddon is helping us with our inquiries.

If you wouldn't mind, we'd like to take a look at one of your fields.

Oh. The ten -acre that runs by the road.

Well, you can dig some spuds up while you're there.

We don't expect him to turn hand.

What's happened?

I don't know, Ma.

Some inquiries or other.

I thought that business were dead and buried.

What business?

What do you think?

The laugh on the bike.

Is that the lot?

No. It's the same again in the storeroom. I think we must have

man, woman and child in a ten -mile radius.

We'd better start on that lot first.

Look, with respect, Sarge, I think he's leading us at dance.

You think I don't know that?

Yes, Sarge. You can go through the statements of the residents and workers

the Chorley Farm.

You two can join the digging detachment tomorrow morning, first thing.

Digging, Sarge?

How many of us?

As many as I can drum up.

It's a big field, Sarge.

We'll stick to the area that Sneddon suggested.

So it's true, you've reopened the Vicki Brown case.

Just following up on information, Oscar, that's all.

Supplied by Colin Sneddon.

Who told you that?

We don't divulge our sources.

So you know Colin Sneddon?

Why, just a bit.

He was in and out of mine, Nick, more times than the station cat.

In that case, you know what we're up against.

A compulsive liar for starters.

So what's he said?

I can't say any more, Gina.

Well, at least Vicky's parents are well out of it. They went to Canada, started

a new life.

This would have brought it all back to them.

Oh! Oh,

hello again.

Hello.

I'm sorry to be so clumsy.

No, I'm done.

Are you with anyone?

No.

Just popped in on the off chance of seeing someone I knew.

Well, you have.

Can I get you a drink?

Oh, well, thank you.

No need to tell me what you want.

What can I get you, Mr Morris?

I'd like a Manhattan, please, Gina.

A Manhattan?

Well, well.

Never thought the day you'd order one of them again.

It's this lady's favourite drink.

Oh, this lady.

Miss, um... Armstrong.

Peggy to you.

Your favourite, eh?

Well, fancy that.

I hoped I'd find you here.

Ellen, let me get you a drink. No, thanks. I'm on call.

What's up?

It's got out that Colin's confessed to Vicky Brown's murder.

Yeah, I know.

You promised you'd keep it under wraps.

Well, we did, but someone at the farm must have put two and two together.

Given the strength of local feeling, I'm concerned about Colin's safety.

Right, well, I'll talk to Miller tomorrow and we'll take it from there.

Tomorrow may be too late, Rob.

How's that for you?

Perfect.

I think Hilda believed a drink like that set her apart from the... Riffraff.

Well, yes.

She was really aware of her social standing with Hilda. Would not that I

that as a criticism?

Absolutely not.

I mean, some folk are born leaders.

Others just made to follow.

I mean, I've always been a bit of a role model myself.

I'm afraid I'm one of life's followers.

That's why I miss her so much.

She organised me.

Picked me clothes, fed me.

She was a wonderful cook.

As it happens, I'm no slouch in the kitchen.

Really? I'm never happier than when I'm paddling in the pantry.

Well, well.

Flower arranging was another of her fashions. Me.

I can't tell a tulip from icing.

Do you know, I think she was a very lucky woman to have had you.

Bye.

Now, what are you doing here?

Well, Vicky's mum and dad can't do themselves.

What's the paint for?

We're decorating.

Cut it out, or I'll book the lot of you.

I'll leave it to you.

After it's taken 11 years to nail him. I suggest you cool it.

Nobody here has been charged with an offence.

Off the hook again, is he?

Go home.

All of you, go home.

We're not done here, Walker.

It's Dr. Trent and PC Walker.

Is Colin there?

Go away.

We should take him to the police station, Brenda.

No! For his own safety.

But not his sanity.

They'll be back, Mrs. Sneddon. And next time there'll be more of them.

Looks like we should find a place for you, too.

Forgive me if this seems forward, but would you like to go on a trip tomorrow?

A trip?

On early closing day, Elder and I used to love to take off into the

Well, it is short notice.

Yes, of course. But all right.

Nearly. On the condition that tomorrow night I cook us up some grub at my

Invitation accepted.

Another Manhattan?

He looks pleased with himself.

Must be the company he keeps.

What are you up to? Never you mind.

What's your bread and butter pudding like?

Better than the business.

That's what I'd heard, and you jugged air.

The same.

Right, tomorrow night I want you to cook us up a meal for two, for cash.

All right.

Hey, and leave it in the pot.

We'll be eating at home.

What are you doing out here?

Watching.

What's the good of that?

Come on, you'll catch your death.

Isn't enough to make you shiver.

Right.

Tell some sense of getting the truck.

Come on, Mother.

What's the matter?

You look fed up.

Yes, it's Aunt Peggy.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, it's all David Gould here and David Gould there. Now she wants to be a

cleaner for her. Says she wants the place looking spotless.

What for?

She's inviting that Mr Morris around for supper.

Didn't know she could cook.

Well, she can.

Gina's doing that.

Oh, that's supposed to be a secret, by the way.

No, she reckons her and Mr Morris are becoming pals.

Pals, eh?

Said the spider to the fly.

Funny, but it's true.

What loneliness can do.

Since I've been away.

I have loved you more each day. Walking back to happiness.

Said goodbye to loneliness.

Hilda used to love coming up here.

You can keep your sunbathing, she used to say. Give me real weather.

I'm so glad you could come, Peggy.

It's my pleasure.

Ah, happy memories.

How much further is it?

Two to three miles, if you game.

Oh, I'm gaming off. It's just my ankle's playing off.

I think I must have turned it.

Oh, well, then we'll go back.

No, no. No, no, I insist.

Well, all right.

Here, lean on me. Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Wasn't there a cafe down there by the car park?

There was no need. I've brought a thermos. Oh.

Two sugars, right?

Yeah.

You sure I can't get you a slice of lightly buttered toast to go with that?

I'm all right, thanks.

Oh, you're far from all right, sunshine.

All right, Sneddon.

Shape up and take note.

We've been digging all morning where you suggested. We've come up with no but

spuds.

She's there somewhere.

You'd better not be lying to me.

She's there, I swear.

Where?

Er...

I must have buried her further in.

Around here.

It was 11 years ago.

It were dark.

I can't be sure.

Well, get sure.

If you're calling this lad, I'll let light into you.

I did my bit, of course.

But it was really Hilda who ran the business.

Well... Some trades only a man can properly do, but with shop work, the

reckon, is on the other foot. And I should know, I've run plenty in my time.

Really? Yeah, yeah.

A fish and chip shop, haberdashers, ice cream round, you name it, I've run it.

Oh, interesting.

I'm so glad you could come today, Peggy.

My pleasure, Lionel.

Two years last Monday since Hilda passed away.

It's the first time I've felt the clouds lift.

Sergeant Miller reckoned to be finished by now.

We've had to extend the area of search.

Is that a problem?

Not for me.

But my mother's getting het up.

Watching you lot, thinking what you might find there.

It's upsetting for her.

I understand what you're saying, Mr Chorley.

But we need to get to the truth of the matter.

Gollins wouldn't know the truth if it bit him.

He lied all the time he was here, mostly for no reason.

Problem?

Mr Chorley's not too keen on us carrying on. Says it's upsetting his mother.

Not as much as it's upsetting me.

Go and fetch Sneddon.

You want him here?

Give him one last chance before we call it a day.

You know, I'll never have guessed that you liked housework.

Oh, yeah, just give me some rubber gloves and like a fishing barrage.

I've got three brothers, remember.

If I wasn't here, I'd only be clearing up after them.

They think the moth and bucket is a pub in Uggthorpe.

Oh.

Got a little helper, have you?

Yeah, well, I couldn't do it by myself, could I? Why not, with having to scrub

the front step and spray Alfred for fleas?

Lovely flowers.

It's a wreath, isn't it?

No, David.

It's a table decoration.

You put a candle in the middle and, eh, presto.

I'm sure I've seen one of those in Mr Scripps' funeral parlour. Ain't it time

you were off to fettle a crankshaft or something?

You haven't taken that from the funeral parlour. Oh, don't get upset, David.

But does Mr Scripps know?

No, and he's not going to know, is he? It's going back first thing tomorrow.

You've taken that off a coffin.

Well, the occupier isn't complaining.

Oh, don't sit there catching flies in your mouth. You've got pots to collect

from that pub.

And you can take little Miss Smartyboots with you and all.

How'd you bring him?

Miller thinks it might jog his memory.

Waste of time.

He's having us on, isn't he?

Probably.

I've always hated gardening.

Cheer up, it'll be dark soon.

Rob!

What?

I found something.

Call forensic.

Secure the site. It'll be dark in half an hour.

Sarge.

We don't want him to do anything stupid.

Check him every quarter.

Yes, sir.

Come in.

Oh, thank you.

My word, something smells good.

Jugged hair.

Oh, splendid. This wine will go with it perfectly. Oh, thank you, Lionel.

You look very smart.

And you look remarkably comfortable.

Oh. Very much in the style of my dear departed.

Oh.

Yes, she was never a slave to fashion.

Well.

Isn't this cosy?

Come in.

I thought you ought to know before the rumour mill starts grinding.

We've found a body.

I can't believe it.

Yeah. I've just come from Colin's mother's.

Has she got someone with her?

A neighbour.

Poor woman.

Yeah.

How's Colin?

He looks pretty frightened.

Anyway, I thought you ought to know.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Right.

Would you like a coffee?

I would.

But I've got work to get on with.

And an early start.

Cool. Another time, perhaps?

Yeah.

Night.

Drop more.

Thank you.

Oh, it's some supper, Peggy.

I like a man who enjoys his grub.

I haven't eaten like that since... Well, you know when.

If you lived in here, you'd have been swapping recipes all night long.

Oh, I dare say.

And the flowers.

Such a sensitive touch.

I never had a guest.

Doesn't do to shout.

You're too modest.

Some folk are all cap and no cows, aren't they?

Gone but not forgotten.

What?

What's written here? Gone but not forgotten.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's my little tribute to Hilda.

Oh, thank you.

You know what, Peggy?

I've been mourning that wonderful woman for over two years, and I don't regret a

single moment.

But since meeting you, I've realised that enough must be enough.

I've made a decision.

Oh, yes.

Are you doing anything tomorrow?

Tomorrow? No,

I don't think so.

What about the next day?

No. The day after that? No.

Nor for the rest of my life, come to that.

Good.

Come to the off -license about 11.

We'll take things from there.

To the future.

The future?

What's up?

I've got to get hold of Sergeant Miller.

Well, what's happened?

Well, how tall was Vicky Brown?

Five foot two, I reckon.

Well, exactly.

Even I could tell it wasn't her.

Not her?

Yeah. We found the remains of some bloke about six foot tall.

Cretin. Are you going on up to this one as well?

No. Why not?

I don't know who it is.

Is that the only thing that's stopping you?

Now listen to me.

I've had you up to here.

You've got a problem, go and see a doctor.

Get some pills.

Go to one of those places where they sit around in a circle and shout at one

another. I don't care. Just stay away from here.

Understood?

Chug him out.

Oh, Aunt Penny.

Yes, love?

Can I have another quick word with you about these IOUs? Yes, of course you

You see, I'm not sure I've got the hang of them, you see. You know, you said

that these are like money.

Yes.

Here, let me show you. Have you got a pound note, love?

Right.

Now, you see what this says?

I promise to pay the bearer one pound.

signed by the cashier.

Now, do you know him?

No. No.

Well, why should you trust somebody you don't know to pay you a pound?

I don't know. No, I don't either.

Whereas these are promises to pay signed by me, your auntie.

Oh, right.

You happy now?

Yeah. Good.

But if you really want me to exchange these pieces of paper for the strangers,

well, I might soon be in a position to oblige.

Right, what are you doing?

Getting ready.

What for?

Pastures new, David.

Pastures new.

There you are.

Even your mum won't know who you are.

Was this his idea?

Sergeant Miller?

Yeah.

Yeah, he wants us to get your home safe and sound.

Why?

Because it's our job, Colin.

Look, if Vicky's mum and dad still live round here, you could have caused them a

fresh load of grief.

It's not like saying you nicked a few boxes of fags now, is it? Eh?

Eh? What do you say?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Well, it's an improvement, I suppose.

Look, Colin, I know... I know you can't help the way you are, but I think you

should get some help.

Come on.

Let's get you out of here, eh?

We're going to make our way to the car.

I'll open the door, you get in as good as you can.

What's the latest from the pathologist?

As soon as he gets the body back from the lab, he'll know more, but he's sure

it's that of a young male, about 5 '10", brown hair.

Possible cause of death?

Fractured skull due to a heavy blow.

Right.

Anything else?

He was wearing boots, good ones.

That and other things point to him being relatively well off.

Now, the pathologist reckons that a farmhand of the time would have been

clogs. Of the time?

Well, he reckons that the body's been in the ground 50 years or more.

How long have the Trollys farmed here?

Three generations, I'd say, at least, judging by the photos in the house.

Right, Colin.

Just wait here a moment, eh?

Hiya.

What's happening?

Mrs. Sneddon's agreed that she and Colin should stay with her sister until the

locals learn the facts.

I said it wasn't him.

He doesn't know what he's saying. You know that.

It's nobody's fault.

Isn't it?

Least of all yours.

Do you think he'll ever get right?

In time.

Who knows?

Look, where does your sister live?

Whitby. Right.

Come on, I'll run you over there.

Thanks, Phil.

So is that your mother?

Aye. That's me on her lap.

And that must be your father, then?

No, that's Wilford, brother -in -law. He was killed in Great War.

That's my father.

Next to Grand -grandad.

Oh, thanks.

So...

What are you going to do with Neddon now?

Laughed like that, he deserves stringing up, I reckon.

We've released him.

You've done what?

Released him.

You said you found a body.

We have.

Only it's not Vicky Brown's.

Whose is it?

We don't know, Mr Chorley.

Can't credit it.

Yes, obsessing.

But you'll appreciate we still have our job to do.

More upset.

We'll try and keep disruption to a minimum.

I doubt it.

When that lass went missing, your lot were around here again and again.

This is different.

How?

We'll not be looking for too many witnesses.

The body was buried more than 50 years ago.

50 years?

So, do you think your mother might be able to shed some light on the matter?

Hello, can I help? Oh, I don't think so.

Tell Lionel... It's Morris that I'm here.

He's not in?

Well, that's funny.

Because he knew I was coming.

He's been held up, I expect.

He's having his car washed and valeted.

Oh. I said to him, where were you last night?

It's covered in muck.

Some people live in it, don't they?

You've been working here long, have you?

Long enough.

And doesn't the job suit?

It's all right, I suppose. Why do you ask?

Well, I'm thinking you were looking to a captive.

Mum!

What are you doing, Mother?

Waiting.

Are you going somewhere?

I expect so.

Look, this body they've found, it isn't Vicky Brown's.

It's someone who was buried many years ago.

50 years more, I reckon.

Yes, I know.

What do you mean, you know?

I helped bury him.

You what?

Don't be daft, Mother.

Who is it, Mrs Chorley?

Phil knows she's rambling.

It's Wilf.

It isn't him.

Wilf died in the war.

No, love.

Wilf died downstairs in my arms.

I knew it would come out one day.

We'd lost most of the farmhands to the war already.

But Wilf and your father were exempt from military service.

Wilf was adamant he was going.

One day he came back with his papers and your father went mad.

They had a fight.

And Will fell backwards and hit his head against the fireplace.

I can hear the crack now.

You didn't call for a doctor?

No point.

It were obvious.

What about the police?

What could they do but make matters worse?

Your father and grandfather decided we should bury him and tell folk he'd

enlisted.

He was a grand lad, your uncle.

It's all right, Ma, it's all right.

You're going to arrest me?

Could she be charged for not reporting the death?

Who on earth would want that?

There'll be an inquest, of course.

But her account of the incident is consistent with the pathologist's

I can see no public interest being served in contesting it.

Sad story.

Sad time.

Just another casualty of war.

Still, at least now he can be buried in a family grave, which is more than can

be said for poor Vicky Brown.

Finally, she shakes a leg.

Sorry, did you say something?

No, no.

Peggy.

Lionel. Apologies for being late. Oh, no matter.

Miss Finchie has been keeping me abused.

Amused? What?

I think you mean amused.

Do I?

Thank you, Miss Finchie, but just give us a moment. I'll be right with you. All

right.

It's none of my business, Lionel, but I do think you can get yourself a better

assistant. Really?

Well, yes.

If gumption were water, she wouldn't have enough to wash her face.

You know, my Hilda said very much the same.

A very good judge, your Hilda. And so like you.

Just as forthright and dependable.

I was devoted to her.

Forgive the presumption, but I believe you could step straight into her shoes.

Step into...

I don't know what to say.

Say yes? Yes, of course.

Yes. What with your experience.

I know you won't let me down.

Such a comfort to know that I can leave you in charge.

There's a cash float in the till. There's an overall on the peg.

Everything's priced.

Yes.

It's been so long since I had a break.

A break?

I'm off on holiday with Miss Finch. What?

I know you're right.

She's a little bit mousy with her, yes, Mr Morris, no, Mr Morris.

But, you know, after Hilda, I quite like that.

And let's face it, does us all a power of good to have a chance.

Just get over it.

Gotta go.

Get away.

Take a look at that deep blue sea.

Don't you think it looks great?

Not a cloud to be seen in the sky.

And the sun won't wait.

I believe that the time is right.

Don't let it slip away.

Instead of dreaming about tomorrow, you can live today.

If you get away.

Show yourself, you damn coward!

You rock the boat one more time, and the law will be the leaf of your worries.

If he comes calling again, you'll get my dick around his head.

Divisional inspection next week, and I'm being plagued by batty old women.

Wherever she's gone, I don't think she went of her own accord.