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

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

Oh, I just love that Chirago.

What did you think of it? Too long.

No, it wasn't. It was way too long. We were running out of paint.

Hey.

All right.

Don't talk if you don't want to.

How do you feel?

Debbie, did you see the film?

Yeah.

Well, some of it.

We're a bit busy.

Still on our honeymoon, aren't we?

Hey, stop it.

Stop it.

Sorry.

We're going to go for a pint before closing. Do you two want to come with

Oh, no, thanks, Phil. We've got to get back.

All right, then.

We'll see you around.

Bye. See you.

Bye.

He's got himself a right handful there.

through the tide.

In a trade town, evening that the city sleeps

too high.

Let's wear out the night now.

It's our time to try.

Far beside the old...

Premium's gone up again, I see.

Not as much as your profits, either.

It's the figure for the lot.

Yeah, for the all -risks policy, I'll go. I'll swear for your employer's

liability.

Evening, Oscar.

Oh, you're cutting it fine.

I've got glued to something on television.

Oh, the usual.

Please. No Gina tonight?

No, she's gone to the pictures to see Dr. Chivago for the umpteenth time.

Jack's playing gooseberry between her and Omar Sharif.

Hello, Doctor. How are you?

Good, thank you, Mr. Cooley.

Don't tell me. My car insurance is due.

I never said a word.

You do more business in here than I do.

Call the brigade!

You're everywhere and nowhere, baby.

That's where you're at.

Going down a bumpy hillside.

In your hippie hat.

Thanks for the lift.

Much obliged.

And getting back.

Say everything is moving.

When your tires are flat.

Where have you been?

Yeah, sorry about that. Had to get the kids off to school.

Where's Debbie?

She's got a bit of a migraine thing.

Look, what have we got?

The fire started at 11.

First indications are it was deliberate.

Mr Galloway, P .T. Bellamy, Ashfordly Police.

Hello, Mr Galloway.

It's a bad day, isn't it?

Where were you at the time? In bed.

I walked back sound at Barner Oofcracking.

Have you any idea what might have caused it? No. But who caused it? That's

another matter.

You think someone is responsible.

What do you think?

You have someone in mind?

Aye, Barry Dyson.

Worked here till about a month since. What makes you think he has anything to

with it?

Because I sacked him.

What for?

They were useless.

Well, plenty of people get sacked, Mr Galloway. But they don't go around

fire to places.

Ah, maybe not.

So what makes you so sure it was this man?

Because he'd done it before.

Go take a look in your little black book.

Barry Dyson.

Convicted of arson five years ago.

Part of the school where he was a pupil was burnt down and he was sent to an

approved school.

Anything else?

Well, there was some petty stuff earlier, but nothing since.

Right, Walkie, better pay him a visit.

Right, Dad.

Oh, and Bellamy.

I took a message from your wife.

She said, could you please add a pound of streaky bacon to your shopping list?

Right.

Thanks, Sarge, yes.

I'm sure I told her you were here.

No, no. Let me make this a surprise.

If it isn't Peggy, sweet peg of my heart, Armstrong.

Who are you?

The years have obviously been kinder to you than to me, my dear.

Denzel.

Denzel Whitty.

Whatever are you doing here?

I was in the area. It seemed rude to pass.

But how did you find me? I came out of the railway station.

I took the first taxi I could find.

He drove me straight here? Well, he would do, cos he lived here. Total

serendipity.

This is Denzel, David.

My Herbert's old army chum.

Well, come on in.

Oh, thank you.

Well, have you wanted this?

Yeah, of course. I wasn't just a friend of Herbert's.

I was also his rival, for the affections of this lady.

He was very lucky, was Bert.

You always did have a lot of flannel, Denzel.

Anyway, what have you been up to in Leeds all these years?

Well, you could say that I've been putting my flannel to good use.

I spent my time in advertising.

Done all right, actually.

Sold up and got out at the right time, though with legal complications, the

money has yet to find its way into my pocket.

Oh.

But all in good time.

Would you like another drink?

Or do you fancy something a bit stronger?

Why not?

Is that some of my home brew in the cupboard? No, no, David. We only keep

for unblocking the sink.

Why don't we go down to the pub and celebrate?

After all, it could be 20 more years before I see you again.

Hello. Mrs Dyson? Yeah.

PP Walker, Ashfordly Police.

Is Barry in?

He's upstairs.

What happened?

I'd like to ask him a few questions, that's all. There's been a fire, hasn't

there? Would you call in for me, please?

What's going on?

There must have been a fire.

Where?

At Galloway's farm. A hay barn.

What's that to do with Barry?

I understand you worked for Bill Galloway until you were sacked four

What of it?

Well, anyone who knows the farm might be able to help us with our inquiry.

Anyone who knows the farm and has a grudge, you mean. All right, Mum.

What Barry did is in the past.

He did wrong and he paid the price.

Was it Galloway that put you onto me?

I bet he didn't tell you that Sylvia was the real reason I got the sack. His

daughter. We're going out and he can't stand it.

Where were you between ten and midnight last night?

I was here.

Can anyone confirm that? Yes, me.

He had nothing to do with this fire constable, so you let him be.

Wonderful sea.

I used to be here in winter.

The wind whistles off them Russian stacks, picks up a load of seawater and

it on you for days on end. You look very well on it anyway.

No, I haven't reckoned on you being a lover of the great outdoors, gentle.

Well, granted, I'm more of a townie, but I can appreciate a stretch of

countryside for a time.

Then I get bored and hungry for a bit of man -made scenery.

Like what?

I'll show you.

Pull in here.

Look at that scene.

Virgin territory.

Crying out for an advertising hoarding.

A hoarding? Yes.

Steady on, Denzel.

The council don't even allow you to put posters up around these parts, do they,

David? Only when a prisoner escapes.

If the hoarding is a fixed one, then of course they can put the block on it. But

if it's on wheels, it's a different cup of tea.

If you stuck an advertisement on the lorry and parked it facing the road,

there's nothing the council could do about it.

What's the verdict?

Ray said it's not worth claiming.

Just like I said.

It's a broken window, Jean. Yeah, another broken window. I know, but it'll

less to repair than the excess on your policy.

I don't know why I bother paying for insurance.

Well, you asked Bill Galloway. I gather his hay barn wasn't insured.

What?

Yeah, same old story.

Farmers, they just won't listen.

If you don't insure against the rifts, you're gambling with your livelihood.

That's rich coming from a better man like yourself.

Well, only gamble what I can afford to lose.

Not what I heard from your ex.

Gossip, eh? Has she got anything better to do?

Yeah. Get her married to Frank Green for one.

Good luck to him.

So, any broken -down wreck will do?

Of course.

The one in your yard will be perfect.

That's my truck.

Sorry. No offence.

I know folk who'd pay us to tow away clapped -out vehicles.

Farmers who'd accommodate them on their land. Plenty if they're going to make a

bob or two.

Well, you set up the site. I'll use my contact to tell it to advertisers.

A well -sighted hoarding can earn its keep for years.

Here's to us then, Denzel.

How nice of you to drop by.

Mr Pooley?

Hello. Hi, Mrs Scripps sent me over with a cheque for you. Oh, yes, thanks.

One of the sensible ones.

We've been talking about the Galloway fire.

He wasn't covered. Oh, flipping heck, that's rotten luck.

I saw Rob Walker outside Barry Dyson's house.

No surprise there, then.

Why, wasn't that something that happened years ago?

Wasn't that long ago?

I know how long ago it was. I was at school with him.

Teachers gave him hell because he was a slow reader.

He's one of these people that see the words differently.

I had a friend like that.

Bright as they come, but couldn't pass an exam.

Still doesn't excuse what happened over Wolsey.

You've got to remember that Bill Galloway sacked him recently.

Meaning? Well, to be honest, he's got to be a suspect.

And right or wrong, many people will think the same.

Yeah, I just think how much harder it is for him to get a job than anyone else.

Rosie, if he's kept his nose clean, he's got nothing to worry about, has he? My

clients are always moaning they can't get farm ends.

Tell him to try Jim Hobson for one.

Right. Thanks, I'll pass this on.

See you. See you, Rosie.

Forensics have confirmed the fire was started deliberately.

So much for the ruddy obvious.

Have you got the one who did it?

Barry Dyson has an alibi. He was at home all evening.

Who says?

His mother.

Would it be possible for me to talk to your daughter?

What for?

I understand she and Barry Dyson are close friends.

According to him, maybe.

So is it possible for me to speak to her? No, she's got an office job in

They want enough work to do around here. Do you have a name for this office?

No.

Mr Galloway.

Look, I've told you, did it? What more do you want?

Evidence. And for that, we need your cooperation.

I don't want you upsetting our Sylvie. Was she the real reason you sacked Barry

Dyson? Well, what if she was?

Truth is, she doesn't much care for him.

It can only be a minute.

At least it's been.

Your father told him I did it.

I planned a dream not to bring you into it.

What's the point?

I swear he wants to see me in jail.

Don't say that.

Look, they'll find out I did it and then he'll know.

He'll come round.

He'll never come round, Sylvie.

If we want to be together, we have to get away.

You know that.

I need to save some money.

That's what I've come to tell you about.

There's a job going at Hobson's farm. I've fixed it to see him later.

If I get it, make some overtime, who knows?

That's great.

Listen, I've got to get back.

Make me let, tell me if you got it.

Usual play.

Look at the state of this.

Don't ask.

I don't want to talk about it.

It'll take a miracle to get this on its feet.

Whose is it?

Peggy Armstrong's. Well, tell her to put it out of its misery.

Hello.

I've come about the job.

What job?

I've phoned Mr. Hobson about it.

Well, he's in the barn.

Done much farm work before?

Yeah.

Sheep? Yeah. Cattle?

Yeah. Beef or dairy?

Both.

What about pigs?

Not much.

No. I've got a shed full of them. Temporary.

What do you work like?

Upside farm.

Bill Galloway's place?

What do you say your name was?

Dyson. Barry Dyson.

So, you had not much to do with pigs?

No.

I'm a quick learner and a good worker.

Well, the fact is, I was looking for someone with a bit more experience.

Someone I could trust.

Do you get me?

Yeah.

I get you.

Barry Dyson was at home all night, according to his mum.

Do you believe her?

No reason not to. I know Mrs Dyson.

She's a decent thought, but she has his mother.

Mother Cooper?

No, thanks. I'd better go.

Did Galloway know about Barry's cloth before you took him on?

Yes, but he was desperate for a farmhand.

So why did he sack him? According to Dyson, he thinks it's because he was

Galloway's daughter.

Ah, and father didn't like it. No, not one bit.

In fact, he's been going out of his mind over it. Any other possibilities?

Anyone else with a motive, you mean?

According to Galloway, he hadn't got an enemy in the world.

Bar one.

I'd better doubt it.

Dianne isn't really serious about Sylvia Galloway.

Why would he want to damage her family farm?

I don't know.

I suppose you could ask the sort of person who'd set fire to their own

Where have you been all this time?

Why? All right, Mrs Dyson.

Leave this to us.

What's going on?

This is Sergeant Miller.

I want to know where he's been this evening. Why?

What's up?

Just answer the question.

I went to Hobson's farm.

Tried for a job. That was almost three hours ago. So?

So where have you been since then? That's my business.

No, lad, that's our business.

What are they on about?

There's been another fire.

What? At Jim Hobson.

Unbelievable.

Love, you must tell them the truth. About what?

Listen to your mother. There's nothing to tell. I went there for a job. And he

recognised your name, didn't he?

Knew your reputation.

When he turned you down, you got angry, didn't you? Please, love, where have you

been all this time?

I haven't set fire to anything, Mum.

And if they think I have, let them prove it.

Is it far?

I'm not exactly wearing the right shoes for hiking.

It's about a quarter of a mile.

I'm surprised. I thought you didn't know the spot.

It's the most beautiful place around here.

Pardon me for asking.

It's quite a picture, isn't it?

I'll be getting into trouble.

What is it?

There was another fire last night.

At Hobson's place. Are you kidding?

It started soon after I left, dear.

Soon after?

I think I did it.

Oh.

Barry.

What? You didn't have anything to do with it, did you?

You as well.

Tell me, Barry. I shouldn't have to.

But you were upset when you met me last night. I was upset.

I'm never going to get a job round here, am I?

But you didn't set the fire.

No.

Sorry.

Police were waiting for me when I got in. Wanted to know where I'd been.

Did you tell them? No.

Why not?

Because then your father would get to know you were with me.

But I'm your alibi, Barry. Even if you told them, I could have still started

fire before meeting you.

What are you going to do?

Police are set on pinning it on me.

Money or no money, I've got to get away now.

Are you with me?

Well, thanks anyway.

That was the council's planning officer.

He can't do a thing.

What? If the caravan has wheels, it's classified as temporary and it's out of

their control.

That's ridiculous.

It's a horrible blight on a beautiful part of Yorkshire. Don't shoot the

messenger. The law's the law.

But it's only one spot.

Can't we ask Peggy Armstrong to move it somewhere else? I've just seen Bernie

towing in more wrecks. This might just be the start.

Can't the police do something?

What? The hoardings are on private land.

Okay, stuff the council and the police.

From here on, it's down to direct action.

Are you with us?

Do you think it's a good time to talk to Mr. Hobson? He's just had a fire.

One door goes up in flames, David, another one swings open.

Morning, Brenda.

I've come to see your gym.

You like to wait?

I'm putting the claim form in today.

The figure agreed.

So, how long before I can expect to see the money? Well, it's hard to say. I'll

see they don't sit on it. Make sure you do, because this farm's bleeding me dry.

Well, since it's on private land, Mrs Armstrong, that's trespass as a civil

matter. Not only trespass, it's wanton destruction of personal property. Oh,

well, if that's true, we might have to look into it.

All right, we'll definitely look into it.

Trouble? Peggy Armstrong complaining about the wanton destruction of an

advertising hoarding.

An advertising hoarding. A new enterprise of hers.

Spare me the details.

Well, she's getting pretty steamed up about the damage.

All right, Bellamy, you'd better go and round up the usual vandals.

Oh, that's unnecessary.

The culprit left his moniker on it.

There!

That were an advert.

for Sud's washing powder before it were painted over.

Wanton destruction, you said. What do you call it?

Charming. The company paid good money for this site and it will not be

And you are?

The name's Witty.

Really?

Denzel Witty.

Yes. This vandalism spreads to other sites.

we'll lose a substantial sum of money. But we're talking about a business going

down with a loss of three jobs.

David, what do you make of this?

Well, it's an old sheep. Eh?

Well, I'd like to see some sheep in it.

Oh, shut up, David.

With your name in it, Rob.

Nice bike, that.

Yeah. Shame about the face, eh?

That's his calling card. He's a debt collector.

Oh, he said he's looking up some old friends.

Yeah, I bet.

Hey, what's the latest on last night's fire?

We're still waiting for friend links.

Well, customers don't reckon much to having an orphanage down the loose.

Don't suppose they mention any names, do they?

Only one. Barry Dyson.

Well, innocent until proven guilty, Gina.

Besides, he has an alibi for the night at the Galloway fire.

All right.

I'm glad.

Well, his mum says that he was home all evening.

How could she know?

She was sat two rows in front of me watching Dr Zhivago.

Come on.

What is it this time?

The night of the fire at Bill Galloway's farm.

You said Barry was at home all evening.

That's right.

You'd swear to that in court.

I swear he had nothing to do with it.

That's not what I asked, Mrs Dyson.

You gave Barry an alibi, even though you were at the cinema all evening.

Is that true?

He didn't light that fire.

I'd know if he was lying.

He made a bad mistake once and he's been punished for it again and again.

Would you call in for me, please?

Barry?

Barry?

He's not in his room, Constable.

He's gone.

And he's taken his things.

Mayfield? Hi, Gina.

Is Jack in? I think he's expecting you.

How are things at home?

Er, OK, thanks.

Bit of a change, I expect.

Well, you could say that.

Bachelor boy one day, wife three kids, dog, cat and a goldfish the next.

He's in the snug.

Thanks.

Well, that was good going, Constable.

Were they as fast in your day, Mr Keats? Naturally, I trained him.

Wow, I'm impressed.

When it comes to vandalism, we're usually looking for kids, not their

These days, it's only the kids that have got the guts to man the barricades.

Jack, it should be possible to be able to protest without causing malicious

damage. Not in this case, Bellamy. If the law won't help us, we have to help

ourselves. Oscar, this isn't a debate.

Please keep out of it. Why?

I was there.

Really, Oscar, there's no need. I was with him. I helped him.

What for?

Because I love the countryside as much as anyone, and I don't see why greed

should be allowed to blight it. Fine.

You've made your point. Now I'll make mine.

This is an official caution to both of you. To grow up and behave.

Bingo.

Because the rain

be the proof that we'll defend our countryside to the last.

Whatever the cost, we'll find these things.

You say the hoarding was on common land?

Yes, Sarge. Land that everyone is allowed to use.

For the common good, not narrow commercial interests.

Well, it's not narrow about it. It's as big as our sand.

Quite. This sort of willful criminality leaves me speechless, as does your

attitude, Sergeant. I can see now where your officers get it from.

Rest assured, Mr. Whitty, we will deal with the culprits.

What we will charge him with, I'm not quite sure. What's wrong with theft?

Taking a vehicle without consent.

Reckless pushing.

We could always do them for illegally tipping rubbish, Sarge.

We'll think of something.

All right, Bellamy, you'd better go and bring them in.

All of them, Sarge.

It's just that there's been 12 who've claimed responsibility so far.

Something gone wrong?

No.

Looks like your claim's going through.

I'll be glad when this is all over.

Over? The check in my hand.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, you've done all right.

You've not done so bad yourself.

Put the wind up everybody.

They must be flocking in. Yeah, not like a fat check, though, is it?

I'd say you've had the lion's share so far.

So far?

Yeah. I want you to do another one.

Frank Green's warehouse.

You what?

You know how that toll rag put the skids under my marriage?

Don't be daft, man. That's all in the past.

For me, it isn't.

He took my wife and now he's going to pay.

I did Galloway's place.

You did mine. That was the deal.

I know for a fact he's underinsured.

One spark and that place will go up like a tinderbox.

No, Ray. Count me out.

You're not listening, are you?

One word from me to the insurers and you can whistle for your payoff. Think of

the risk.

With the Barnes, we can make the lad a scapegoat. Then do it again.

How?

He's sweet on Bill Galloway's girl, honey. He won't let her see him. So?

Oh, use your brain, man.

No, it's mad.

Well, it's up to you.

Do it, or say goodbye to your money.

My bet is he won't go anywhere without Sylvia Galloway.

Where is she?

At the family farm.

As soon as Dyson went missing, I tipped off Galloway.

He won't let her out of his sight.

If we keep an eye on the farm, he's bound to turn up sooner or later. Can we

afford to be so complacent with an arsonist on the loose?

Assuming he's the one.

You still doubt it?

He's got no alibi for either fire and now he's on the run.

He's done everything but lock the cell door behind him.

And what have we got here?

Ah, yes, the militant wing of the campaign to save our picnic spot.

I wouldn't trivialise it if I were you, Sergeant.

I don't intend to.

Lock them up, Bellamy.

Sarge? Well, I presume you cautioned them previously about their behaviour?

Well, yes, Sarge.

Then put them away, pending further slow and painstaking inquiries.

Right, sir.

All right, I know the way.

Yes, it seems you've become a bit of a regular fixture around here, Mr.

Blaketon.

Jack, he doesn't pay to make marches of them.

I think he's wrong about Barry Dyson as well.

Well, he had the motive and the opportunity and the form. There's no

that. It doesn't make sense, Olaf.

He had nothing to gain and everything to lose.

Well, it wasn't him. Who?

Someone with something to gain.

Go on.

Oh, what about Galloway?

He had nothing to gain financially, but framing Dyson might destroy the

relationship with his daughter.

All right, what about Hobson?

I hear that he's losing money on a pig -rearing unit.

A big payout would come in handy.

Oh, well, game, set and match.

All I'm saying is that there's others that might have a motive.

Well, don't forget Pooley, the insurance broker.

Well, his business is booming. There's no doubt about that. Right.

One another thing.

When Dyson went round to Hobson's for a job, he said that Mrs Hobson knew

nothing about the vacancy.

Who told him there was one?

He got a message from Rosie Cartwright, who had had a tip -off from Ray Pooley.

What are you saying?

Suppose Pooley and Hobson colluded to get Dyson to the farm under false

pretenses. Giving the lad both motive and opportunity.

Exactly. Well, it's neat and plausible.

And damn near unprovable.

Yeah. 50 % of the fee up front to reserve each site.

Thank you, old boy.

Another two, thanks.

Well, I'd better get busy.

And what's wrong with you?

Gina wouldn't serve me at the pub.

Why not?

Because I've been barred. It's the same in the post office.

Barred? Yeah, you too.

Nobody wants to know us on account of Mr Blaketon and Mr Hollins going to jail.

Jail? My word.

It's about time the police did something right.

It's five miles to another pub.

David, the way business is booming, you'll be able to have beer delivered to

your door.

All right, I'll just sit here and drink it on my own, shall I?

Oh, by the way, before she threw me out, Gina said there's somebody been asking

for you, Mr Denzel.

Me?

Yeah, some biker bloke with a broken nose.

And he's been catching up with a few old friends.

Really?

Come on, Bellamy, look lively. Here's your end.

Do you think I came down on the last shower?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I don't know what you've been up to since I've been out, do I?

Oh, are you implying some deviousness on our part?

You're in a cell, Oscar.

People pick up nasty habits in a place like this. You surprise me. All right,

then. You shuffle.

No. Eat this before it gets cold.

What's this?

Food.

Are you sure?

Wasn't like this in my day, Jack. Here we go. Look, if you two had agreed to

keep the peace in the first place, we could have all been at home with our

up, couldn't we? You still don't get it, do you?

We're making a principled stand here.

Going to eat that, aren't I?

Certainly not.

And neither is he.

Oh, thank God. I've been worried to death.

The police were here again. They know I lied about your alibi.

Why is it happening to me?

Don't, love, don't.

Constable Walker made me promise I'd phone him if he came home.

You've got to face up to this, Barry.

What's the point?

I've been waiting for Sylvia.

She didn't show up.

A friend of hers phoned.

A friend? Who?

He didn't say.

She couldn't phone herself, but she wanted to meet you. Where?

Ashfordly. The phone box by Green's Furniture Warehouse.

When? Barry, you've got to phone Constable Walker. When does she want to

Tonight, she'll wait.

I knew she wouldn't let me down. Oh, Barry.

Barry, please, Barry.

Oh, sorry.

Did I nod off?

Oh, it's no matter, Denzel. I was busy cashing off. Yes.

Where's David?

Oh, still moping upstairs.

Who's that at this time of night? You're not expecting anyone?

No. No?

Don't open the door. We've money on the premises. You never know.

Oh, it's all right.

It's only the police.

What's happened now? More vandalism?

No. It's only a matter of time.

I thought you'd locked up the ringleaders.

Yeah, well, that's the problem.

They've become martyrs to the cause now they've gone on hunger strike.

Oh, don't talk that. It's the honest truth.

They're refusing food until you back down. They can do what they like, as far

I'm concerned.

And as a matter of fact, that Oscar Blaketon could do with losing a few

Hey, Barry, Barry! The fire!

I didn't do it!

Back there!

Alright, get on.

Get on!

We can't get through, it's blocked.

We're gonna smash a window.

There you are mate, give me your hand.

Thank you.

Sergeant Miller, Ashford to police.

Do the honours, would you, Constable?

Ray Pooley, I'm arresting you on suspicion of arson. You're not obliged

anything unless you wish to do so.

But what you say may be put into writing and given in evidence.

Would you like to change, sir?

Oh, come as you are.

David?

Oh, yes?

Have you seen Denzel?

Oh, that's a bit early for him yet, isn't it?

Well, he's not in his room.

And neither is he.

Okay.

He's done me.

What? Yeah, the blighter's taken the money and scarpered.

He can't have.

Look!

Empty!

I knew they was going to be told when you said somebody was looking for him.

He didn't find it, though.

So, do you not think he'll come back?

Not a chance.

It's a shame, really. We were doing all right.

Oh, so we'll not be able to carry on, then?

Well, how?

Without Denzel getting the advertising, all we've got is a load of Odin saying,

watch this space.

Yeah, and everyone cross with us. I did well to hide this, though.

Thank you, Mother.

Mother? Yeah, she told me never to trust a man in a bow tie.

So despite you rescuing him, he still needed some persuading to grab on

Hobson still hoped Pooley would swing the insurance claim on his barn so he

could have some money when he got out of Britain.

Bad chance.

Since we convinced him that there was no payout, he was only too keen to shock

Pooley. And the rest is history.

Me, all I get is a day off to get my uniform cleaned.

Good news for them two anyway.

Looks like Jim Galloway's not going to stand in the way of true love after all.

Hey -o.

Who let you out?

Peggy Armstrong's thrown in the towel.

All charges dropped. No more hoardings.

In view of our hunger strike, she said it was a humanitarian gesture.

And if you believe that, you believe anything. They're outside now, waiting

be let in.

Well, go and let them in, then. No, no.

Just throw them out a bottle of pop and a bag of crisps. Good idea, Jack, but

first things first.

Exactly. What's in the fridge?

What's in the fridge? Why?

Why?

We're starving!

I'd like to make a withdrawal, please. Hot swimming, robbing banks. Everything

you haven't until. Whatever's happening to the world, we need your car.

Lucy Bellman, a city banker's daughter. He said if I didn't come back and get

you on your feet again, he'd kill you. It's not easy. I've packed ships and

everything around for a funeral.

Get back!