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

RV, what does a love kiss bring in my memory?

Tea up.

Sounds like you had a bit of a skin fall last night.

Have you managed to remember your name yet?

Where am I?

I'll give you a clue.

It's not the Ritz.

No, it's all very quiet.

Just a drunk in a cell, sobering up from last night.

I don't know, Alf.

I don't know where folk get the money from.

24 vehicle now heading towards eight fields over

delta

alpha 24 to control suspect vehicle sighted heading out towards aiden's

over proceed with caution i can now confirm these men are armed

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to control.

Arch. Go ahead, Rob.

Suspect vehicle's knocked down a pedestrian near the Adenfield Arm.

PC Bellum is in pursuit of the suspect.

I need urgent medical assistance here. Out.

Understood.

Simon! Are you all right?

Stop moving, Mum.

Hello? Can you hear me? Can we do anything, Rob? Water. Blanket.

I'll go get the water.

It's not moving!

It's not moving!

Come on!

It's not moving!

Come on!

Get off!

Get off!

She needs some help! Come on!

The ambulance will be here any time.

I can't wait.

I think the collision caused a tension pneumothorax. These pleural cavities are

damaged and air's being trapped there.

I'm going to have to puncture his chest to release it.

Can you clear everything, please?

Thanks, Gina. I'm going to put him down.

All right, everybody, stand back, please.

Rob, can you give me a hand?

I'm going to have to be careful how we get him aboard.

I'm so sorry.

Division have just thrown the book at me.

It's a shambles.

We have a man in custody but we fail to get his identity.

We then allow him to be taken from under our noses. We get a clear sighting of

the getaway vehicle. We give chase and it results in an accident.

An innocent pedestrian is seriously injured and a dog is killed.

And the suspects get clean away.

I want to know who that prisoner was and why armed men consider him worth

springing.

Cheer on, mate. We tried our best.

It's not that.

It's weird. I thought I saw her face this morning.

Except I couldn't have done it.

Sorry, you've lost me.

Doesn't matter.

Well, they've got to be serious villains. It takes nerve raiding a

station. Well, that's what's worrying us. Why did they want that bloke so

You did great, though, Helen. That man owes his life to you.

Yes. Congratulations, Doctor.

Sorry to intrude. Ridley, Oliver Ridley.

A fellow medic.

Oh. Well, sort of. Oh, yes, she is.

Well done, Doctor.

We heard that you saved a life.

Oh, I was just doing my job.

Not just a job. No. Me and Rosemary, we meant cars. That's just a job. You meant

something a bit more precious than that.

Here we are.

Thank you.

Still, it was heartbreaking about the dog, wasn't it?

Yeah, he loved it. Patched in Simon. You know, you can get really attached to

dogs. I mean, look at me and Alfred.

Yes.

Simon, love.

Sometimes...

Bad things happen.

Accidents.

It wasn't an accident.

Of course it was.

The men were going fast because the police chased them.

They had to swerve to miss the car.

That made them come off the road and onto the pavement and kill Patch.

Yes, love.

An accident.

No. One thing caused another thing which caused another.

It's called cause and effect.

It was an accident, love.

No. No, it wasn't.

Come on, you two. Time for bed.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry,

it's daft.

What is?

Well, I was going to tell you earlier, but I thought better of it.

It's just that it's still bothering me.

Go on.

Well, I was convinced I saw your ex -husband today.

What? Some bloke was crossing the road near the bank and I nearly ran him over.

He was a spit of Barry.

He's dead, Phil.

I know.

I didn't do know.

It's just that he looked exactly like him.

It's goodness sake, Phil. You never even met him.

You've only seen him in photos. He's dead.

I had to identify him with Morgan. If you think I won't remind him of all that

again, thanks a lot.

Poor lad.

He obviously thought the world of that dog.

Yeah, I hope it doesn't set him back.

He's got enough problems as it is.

Oh? He's quite a solitary boy.

He's never been diagnosed with an actual clinical condition, but he does have

problems forming relationships.

Everyone says how bright he is.

Oh, he is, academically.

Science and maths.

The other kids at school tease him.

His mum reckoned he'd only ever shown real affection for his dog.

Excuse me.

That was Gina. She's had a geth gone missing.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Ah, hello. Tell her up, would you? There's a good chap. And I say, I'd

like some information.

I'm very anxious to have a word with that delightful lady you were talking to

the pub last night.

Oh, Dr. Trank, you mean?

No, no.

What? Well, Rosie, then. No, no, I think her name was Peggy.

What do you want her for?

To show you money?

Oh, nothing like that.

Where would I find her?

Doesn't sound like he's run off without paying, if his gear's still here.

Well, his name's Derek Brown.

Seemed quite a nice chap.

Said he was over on business for a few days.

Didn't mention he'd be away for a couple of nights, no? No.

Well, I don't know, maybe he's got lucky. Met a lady friend or something.

From what I saw, he seemed more interested in his whiskey than women.

What did this bloke look like?

Forty, I'd say.

Slim. Going quite thin on top.

He had a slight scar on his cheek.

A bottle of scotch went down the arm, Terry.

We're better after a couple of drinks.

Relaxes me.

Listen.

You nearly blew it.

You're being well paid. You're going to stay sober now till it's done.

Have you got that?

Morning, Mrs Jardine.

Hello, Simon.

Simon was unhappy about going to school today.

Patch always walked with him to the bus stop.

Then he'd trot off back home.

You were very fond of Patch, weren't you, Simon?

School have been very understanding.

Simon's happy to do his work at home in his room for now.

I don't see any harm in that.

As long as you don't cut yourself off too much from the world.

He didn't sleep last night, did you?

I heard him pacing about his room.

It's understandable.

Yesterday was very shocking for everyone.

I'll prescribe some mild sedative tablets.

They should calm the nerves and help get you some sleep.

Let's see tomorrow.

Right, what have you got then, Rob? Well, this guest gave his name as Derek

Brown. He matches the description of the man in ourselves.

Go on.

Well, I've been through his stuff.

There's initials on his bag, R .N.

Obviously he gave Brown as a false name.

But also, there's his postcard in there.

It's addressed to a Rick Napier.

An address in Old Court, London.

Gina said that he was very fond of a drink.

And could have ended up in ourselves.

Get on to the Met.

See if we can find out anything about this Rick Napier.

Alf, you knew Debbie's first husband, didn't you?

Barry Black.

Yes. What do you remember about the motorcycle accident he died in?

Well, it was a few years ago.

It wasn't on our patch.

It was down south, I think. I don't suppose he had a twin, did he?

A twin?

No. He had a younger brother, though.

And did he look like him? Well, you certainly know they were related.

He lives over York Way, I believe.

A bit of a scallywag.

He's done a stretch in prison, I think.

And do we know if he's out?

No.

I'll find out, though.

Mrs.

Armstrong? Yes?

And before you say, oh, I came across this peasant in perfectly legitimate

circumstances. I'm quite sure you did.

I couldn't help noticing you in the pub last night.

You were the life and soul of the party.

My name's Ridley, Oliver Ridley.

I've just moved into this area, and I'm here to extend an invitation.

Oh, yeah?

To what, exactly?

David.

You might be able to help me with something.

Oh, uh, yeah. What?

Well, I was thinking of getting Simon Jardine a poppy.

to try and take his mind off losing Patch.

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah, it's a lovely idea.

Well, I wondered if you knew anyone who had puppies for sale. Oh, no,

not that I can think of, no.

I'll ask Aunt Peggy, but not now, she's a bit busy. Someone's taken her out for

lunch.

Who is he, exactly?

Oh, he's a dentist.

He's opened a private practice in Ashfordly. Must be the first time she's

near a dentist in years.

You're a striking woman, Peggy.

Blessed with a flawless complexion.

Yeah, well, that's because I get off my backside and get out in the fresh air.

It's all natural, is this, you know?

Oh, I don't muck about much with make -up. Indeed.

But sometimes, if nature has given a helping hand, the results can be

How do you mean?

To my mind, you're the epitome of natural, mature female beauty.

Give over.

But if I were to use my professional skills on your teeth, you'd be

itself. Why?

There's no wrong with teeth, is there?

No, no, absolutely not.

But I specialise in cosmetic dentistry.

A proper scale and polish would set that radiant smile of yours alight. Oh, I'm

gone. Are you trying to drum up trade?

No, I'm not fucking out to get my teeth cleaned.

No, no, of course not.

I wouldn't charge you a penny.

It would be a gesture of friendship.

Oh, well.

If it's so much a note.

Yeah.

All right, then.

Nothing yet on Rick Napier and the Mets at the phone back.

Well, well.

Seems you lot can't even protect your own Nick.

Let alone the public these days.

What do you want, Wilkes?

I'm doing a piece about our local Keystone Cops.

Any comment to make on yesterday's debacle?

No. We're busy.

Now get out before I do you for wasting police time.

The mystery prisoner's still missing, then, I take it.

Suit yourself.

Man with no name, nicked from Nick as boys in blue.

I've only prided myself on my tea.

Why wouldn't you?

They're exceptional, sir.

Exceptional.

You charge some fancy price for there, don't you?

Cosmetic dentistry isn't cheap, but you'll get in the VIP platinum package

nothing.

What's that for?

I always take photographs for documentation and reference purposes.

Say cheese?

Cheese.

Hi, love.

What's all this?

Ask her. It's her idea.

I'm having a clear out. It's just old clothes the children don't wear anymore.

You'd think it was a crown jewel, the way she's carrying on.

Where's the other two?

Tea with friends.

Being kept out of the way more like.

Jane, go and tidy your room like I told you.

Now.

She is driving me mad today.

Mothers and teenage girls, you can't win.

Is everything all right, Debbie?

Oh, it's just a... I need dinners or not. Check the oven.

Phil?

Yeah?

I think just give us a hug.

Yeah, and they had the liquor a few weeks ago. Oh, lovely little pups they

I'm very grateful, thanks. Don't mention it.

Your teeth.

They're like Hollywood film star.

Yeah.

I'm going to ring the farm.

I just hope Simon takes to the puppy.

I gather a young lad's dog died in that police chase.

Nasty business.

Once you come sniffing around here, Wilkes, you'll get nothing.

Just doing my job, Oscar.

The public's got a right to know.

You know what your game is?

Exploiting the misfortunes of others.

Just to sell a few papers, how sad is that?

Yeah.

If anyone has any information, you know where to find me.

You'd sell his own mother for a story, that one.

They just walked in and flew the helicopter away.

The same guy?

Yeah, it must be.

Put on our shotguns, balaclavas.

Who are they?

This is interesting.

It's a paper written way back in the 40s. Oh, yeah?

It describes symptoms similar to Simon's.

No mention of any diagnosis or treatment, though.

Lars, they keep doing that.

What? I'm going to get a reference book and then remembering they're all still

at the surgery.

We are married now. Why don't you bring them over here?

In fact, why don't you clear out the rest of your stuff? Bring it all over

Why not?

I'll organise it.

What do you think about the puppy?

I think it's a very good idea, providing Simon's parents don't mind.

You know, I've always thought when life treats you badly, it's good to find

someone new to care for.

Morning, all.

Judge.

The Met finally got back to me about this Rick Napier.

Oh, yes.

He is known to them. He served a short prison sentence.

Whilst under the influence of drink, he crashed a helicopter.

I want you to go back to the airfield, find out what you can in broad daylight.

I want you to find out who he was with, who the gang were, and why they wanted

that helicopter so badly.

Bellamy, younger.

Ask around. Has anybody heard a helicopter last night?

We might find out which way it was headed.

The morning post, Sarge.

Just routine.

Have you read all these books, Doctor?

I'm not cover to cover, no.

I can't even read the titles.

Oh, sorry about the clutter. David's kindly helping me move some books over

the police house.

Come through.

How are you feeling, Simon?

Sleeping better?

He is a bit, though he had his light on in the middle of the night, didn't you?

I'm fine, Mum.

I want to go back to school now.

You didn't say that before.

I've got science.

I want to go to school.

You must be feeling better then.

Yes, he must.

I'm sorry to have troubled you then, Doctor.

May I have a word?

Of course.

Rob and I were thinking of getting Simon a new dog.

There's a chance of a Labrador puppy.

Oh, that's a really kind thought.

Patch meant everything to him.

Might bring him out of himself a bit.

Thank you.

Well, of all the blooming shake.

Ridley!

You've made me a laughing stock. I want it out of that window now.

Oh, it's just a bit of fun.

Good for business.

I've had five bookings as a result already.

You cynically used me to drum up trade. What have I did?

You got those awful teeth cleaned for nothing.

Awful? I'd never have Adam Dool if I'd realised that you were going to...

exploit me like this. Well, I'm sorry to upset you, but the photographs are

staying. They're very good publicity.

Publicity?

All right, Matty.

Two can play at that game.

Is everything all right, Simon?

I felt tired.

The teacher said I could do with my work at home.

Vicki's Armstrong.

He called me.

Said you had a story.

That's right.

I've got something for you that I think might be in our mutual interest.

No reports of anyone here in a helicopter.

You?

No. I've called the Met and asked for more clarification on this Napier

character.

Are you all right, Phil?

Can I have a word, Phil?

Barry's brother is still in the nick of that. Any help?

No, not really.

Well, I've tried to find out some more about Barry's fatal accident, but I

haven't even managed to trace the death certificate yet.

No sign of them, I'm afraid.

Yeah. Answer, sir.

D .S. Wilson came back, Sarge.

Whilst he was in jail, Rick Napier shared a cell with a Terry Dean.

Who? Dean.

He was a member of the notorious Marriott gang in South London. Marriott.

Ray Marriott. But he's inside, isn't he?

He's on remand in Durham, Nick.

His child comes up soon, doesn't he?

Tomorrow, in fact, in Leeds. Hang on.

There was something about it in the post -it note.

Here we are.

Routine notification.

Prison van and escort coming through our patch today.

If it's married, that's what they could be planning to hit.

What's going on, Debbie?

Your dead husband is standing outside.

I didn't expect you to be here.

I was going to leave you this.

I tried to explain everything in there, but it's not easy.

I hope one day you'll find it in your heart to forgive me.

For what?

For leaving.

For lying to me all this time.

He was my first love.

The love of my life.

The father of my children.

You told me he was dead.

He was broke.

Couldn't cope, so he ran off abroad to South Africa, leaving me with three

kids. He wasn't going to see them grow up, so I decided for the sake of the

children it was better to give them a completely fresh start, so I told them

died.

To your kids.

To me.

Everyone.

I needed to put it in the past.

It never crossed my mind I'd see him again.

He says the thought of what he did has always haunted him.

He's missed his kids.

He's done really well for himself out there. He's got his own business and a

nice house and...

Something for him. Oh, well, that's all right, then.

He leaves his mess to be cleared up by somebody else.

But when he gets himself sorted, he can just come back and take it all back.

Phil, I understand how you feel, but whatever else he is, he is their father.

And I'm doing this for them, for their future.

I love those kids.

I love them.

Like they were my own children.

Debbie, there's nothing I can do to make you stay.

I must go.

And that's it, is it?

I don't even get to say goodbye to them. It would be too painful all round.

They're confused enough as it is.

Where are they? I want to talk to them.

They're at Barry's hotel with...

We're flying out this evening.

You're a special man, Phil, and I'll never forget you.

I didn't... I do love you.

George, go.

Go to hell.

Go, go, go, go!

Go, go!

Get us out of here. Get us out of here now.

Now.

And who wants to control?

A helicopter's put down, blocking the bathroom or out.

Bellamy, Sergeant Miller here.

Backup is on the way. Don't do anything rash until you have support.

Don't be stupid.

You've got me on the wrong day, pal.

Go on!

Shoot me!

See if I can.

Shoot me.

And I'll take you with me.

Come on, we know who you are!

Now!

What do you think you are doing?

Oh, he's a lovely little fella.

Absolutely adorable.

I hope Simon likes him. Oh, he will.

Yeah, you take him.

Hello.

Hello.

What is it now, Mrs Armstrong?

I'm about to close for the day.

Publicity you're after, isn't it?

In fact, similar article.

Not been published yet, but will be if necessary.

It's about an innocent woman duped into having cosmetic dental surgery who is

now suffering untold pain.

You're not in any pain.

Oh! Oh!

Excruciating pain.

That was the word you chose, wasn't it, Arthur?

Excruciated. I have quotes from a doctor about supplying painkillers for the

poor woman and everything.

What doctor?

You're not on painkillers? I can be, though.

Do you get my drift?

Yes, I do.

It's cheap blackmail.

Oh, hang on.

It's not cheap blackmail.

Show him your teeth, Arthur.

Oh, no, nothing about us is cheap.

As well as paying me for the publicity you've already got, you are going to

Arthur here the full clean -up works for note.

I don't suppose they had helicopters? You didn't seem very pleased.

However, I don't want you risking your life like that again, understood?

But I couldn't be more proud of what you two did today.

Well done.

We'll start the paperwork.

You enjoy your evening.

Well done, mate.

Well done, Phil. Well done, lads.

So are you going to tell me what's wrong now?

She's gone.

Her is not dead.

She just lied and lied and lied.

Yeah, I just had a pint with him.

Oh, I asked him over for a meal, if that's OK. Yeah, of course.

What time?

It should not be long.

I'll have to take the dog over to Simon before I can cook anything.

Well, I'll pop him over if you like.

Come here, you little rascal.

There you go.

Yeah.

smasher. I love him.

He's up in his room working away as usual.

Oh, well, give him that when he's ready. Say it was from Helen.

No, come on up. He can thank you himself.

Look, Simon.

PC Walker and the doctor want to give him to you.

Don't you want to hold him?

His knife.

But it's not patch.

Well, he hasn't got a name yet.

That's up to you.

Just for warm and soft.

There you go.

I'll give you something to do rather than hiding away up here.

Looks like you've been busy.

Chemistry, eh?

What, you get this from the school lab?

Came home early from school today, his bag was bulging.

Been up here all afternoon.

Ammonium nitrate?

Detonator? Timer?

Looks like some sort of design for a homemade bomb.

That's exactly what it is.

You've actually made a bomb?

You chased the men.

That made them swerve onto the pavement.

Their car killed Patch.

So it was your fault.

Are you saying you've made this?

Simon? Where's the bomb now?

With the boxes David was taking to the police house.

Hello?

Gina?

Oh, I can't believe it.

Poor Phil.

Find the number again, 374.

Yeah.

Well, he's going to come over here.

He shouldn't be on his own tonight.

No.

What a dream I had.

Breasted organdy.

Floated in crinoline.

Of smoky burgundy.

Softer than the rain.

I wandered empty streets down.

Past the shop displays.

I heard cathedral bells.

As I walked on And when you laughed at me

Your cheeks flashed with the night We walked on Frosted Field

Juniper and...

Felt you warm and near.

I kissed your honey hand with my grateful tears.