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

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

I don't need pleasure. I don't feel pain

That's quite nice.

If you think I'm spending my anniversary night here, you

have another thing coming.

Home.

Home?

I'll make all the arrangements, you said.

We'll rekindle the flame of passion, you said.

I've never said rekindle the flame of passion in my entire life. True.

I've grown to accept the fact that you're not the world's most romantic

which is probably why you made such a botch of it. It's not my fault

was full.

It's your fault you didn't book till the last minute.

We'll go away for a whole weekend as soon as I can swing it with Blaketon.

it a second honeymoon.

Ha!

But you can give them to the birds and bees.

Aidensfield Police.

There's a what?

Oh, Nelson B. Moore.

No, no, of course I'm not doubting your word, Miss Eggersley. I'll be right

there.

Yeah.

A flasher.

Back to work.

A flasher?

Stop!

What kind do you think you're playing?

No game, Constable. Wish to God it was.

I've just been held up with a shotgun.

Well, it's obviously not a random job.

This joke, I knew Mr Duffy's routine.

I need that. Cheers, Phil.

No, it's OK.

It's no joke, mister.

Apart from me techies, he's got all me stock.

Not to mention me flaming van.

It's me livelihood, is that, Van? We're well aware it's no joke, Mr Duffy.

It's armed robbery we're dealing with here.

Right, have you got full details of the vehicle and the cargo, Constable?

Yeah, everything from shoes and boots to Granny's fluffy slippers.

High -fashion shoes, if you don't mind.

Best genuine imitation paint leather in the business.

And they go mad on me mock crock.

I've had the same patch at Ashfordly Market now for the last 15 years.

They all know Duffy's boots and shoes.

As you say, Mr Duffy.

Pity you couldn't be a bit more specific about the hijacker.

If I'd have thought, I'd have asked him for his name and address.

Now, what I think Sergeant Blaketon means is, is there anything else... I

need a translator, Rowan. I believe I speak perfectly good English.

All I know is what I've told you.

Aight, build, mediumish.

Ish.

Mediumish. You know, a bit like him.

I couldn't see his hair or his face with his blooming balaclava, could I?

And you think he was a Scot?

Well, he sounded like that, what Whitley said.

The island?

Or the lowlands.

You can make my heart sing.

Can we tempt you to a drive, girl?

You couldn't tempt us to a chip -button, would you?

You see how much respect the peasants have for the landed gentry. I wish we

peasants like this in Chelsea.

Let the peasants. What are you called?

Tim, you?

Rose. Are you staying at the hall?

Oh, yeah, but only for a few days. You'd better make the most of me while you

can, Rosie.

Come on, then, just for a bit.

A bit of what?

Honestly. How about you, Julie?

Hey, oh, Julie, can you stay right where you are?

We're only going for a ride, Mr. Neagle.

You can please yourself, girl. My lass isn't making a public show of herself

with no young lord I admire.

Say, that's a bit strong, Jack. I was talking to me daughter.

Of every right. Give over, Dan. Me and Rupert have known each other since we

were little.

Aye, but you're a grown lad now.

And I know how lads that age behave.

Especially this sort.

They reckon village girls are there especially for the pleasure of the likes

them.

That's his head there.

No, but where's his body then?

This is his body.

Smarty, that's his body.

What shall we do with this one?

Hello, Ada.

What are you doing here?

I saw more coming in. And as I said, there were tea and biscuits.

What's all going on?

It's my new mother and baby group.

Is he not to do a doctoring then?

Well, not as such, no.

Why, is there something especially bothering you?

Just the usual makes me painful.

It's all right. I'm sure it is.

Look, why don't you have a cup of tea, and when you've finished it, you go up

home, and I'll pop in and see you tomorrow.

Oh, I don't want to be a trouble. There's no trouble at all.

Bless you. You're welcome.

Jesus!

Could we have a chat, Dr. Rowan?

It's a bit noisy in here. Why don't you come and talk to the surgery with me

when we've finished?

Okay. All right.

to see how many of you could make it today. That's really wonderful.

Stop.

I hear the anniversary was a bit of a fiasco.

Is there a divorce looming?

No.

Did you get that list of missing shotguns for me, Phil?

No.

March 18th, June 22nd.

And August 9th, no serial numbers.

Oh, you can forget the march when it was Barney Clark.

He's always screaming his head off about having something pinched.

What about the other?

Well, June 22nd is Mrs Wilson from Olly Cottage. August 9th, Ashfordly Hall.

Ma Wilson's place is like a junkyard.

I reckon that gun's under all that clutter.

Ask her to have another look.

Yeah.

What about the hole?

Well, his lordship had been shooting.

Apparently he left his gun at gun room to be cleaned when he went walkabout.

Bit careless?

Young Rupert had had a couple of his hooray Henry pals over for the weekend

I reckon one of them could have halfed in shoot.

What?

Their idea of a withered prank held being hot.

Some prank.

Chicken pox selling.

I didn't realise, Doctor. I should never have brought them. Not to worry.

Have none of the older kids had it? Only Martha Meeble.

Oh, and Billy had whooping cough once.

Right.

We'll take them straight home.

Marilyn's not too bad now.

But if she gets worse, you'll need to keep her in bed.

You'll have to get some calamine lotion.

And if the baby comes down with it...

Put him in some cotton mittens to stop him scratching himself.

Okay.

There we are.

Thank you, Doctor.

You're welcome.

Bye -bye, Marilyn.

Bye. Bye.

What's the governor about?

Oh, he's in state.

He's got a nice motor.

Older than half Liz, man, eh?

You from Newcastle?

Close. Gateshead.

How long you been round here?

Long enough.

Foreigners both, innit?

I make you food here sometimes.

You worked here long?

About three months.

Before that I was at the Royal in York.

Oh, posh. Nah, it was OK.

Told you I'd be back then. Didn't have much use for a whole port who couldn't

help a suitcase.

Ready for us!

I understand you reported a shotgun missing about four years ago.

I believe I did.

Do you have any news on that scorpion?

Not as far as I know you, Lordship.

It's not the best treatment for your tyre, sir.

Don't tell me somebody's Nick Cook's custard tarts.

The Krays would be in their element round here.

I'm inquiring after a missing shotgun.

Oh, that.

Found it last week in the stables.

What in God's name was it doing there?

Not the foggiest, Father. It was while you were in London I forgot to mention.

And where's it now?

Funnily enough, in the gun room.

Do you mind if I take a look at it, sir? Not at all.

If you find any fingerprints on it, old sport, they're bound to be mine.

Well, with that embarrassed, can you imagine taking a child with chicken pox

into a playgroup? You weren't to know.

What did Doctor say?

Cover her with calamine lotion, keep her in bed, keep her cool, and the rest of

the kids might get it.

And how are you?

About time.

Sorry. Your mum says you've been out all day. I hope you haven't been sneaking

off with young Ashfordly and his toffee -nosed pal.

I said I wouldn't. Don't tell a lie.

Aye, I know.

All the same, you should be studying your books, not gallivanting around.

You'll not get to that university unless you keep your nose to grind.

I bet he's got spots all over him. Show him...

Chicken pox. Aye, Dr. Arne said they would like it and all.

Well?

Well, it wasn't the one at Asperley Hall.

That one turned up a week ago.

Why weren't it entered?

Because it didn't bother to report itself.

Live on a planet of their own, that lot.

Any news on the van?

Not yet.

We circulate the details.

We have an armed robber on our patch.

And I want him found.

I know, sir.

Have a word, please.

Right. In the office.

Well, go on.

Could the Honourable Rupert have anything to do with all this?

Are you off your head, Rowan?

He's Lord Ashfordly's son.

Anyway, that don't make sense. The family's loaded. I know it doesn't make

sense, but he was certainly around at the relevant time.

He knows the area like the back of his hand.

And he had access to the gun.

He made a point of telling me that his prints were all over it.

Cocky little bastard.

Anything else?

Not yet.

Well, whatever you do, Rowan, do it discreetly.

Right, Sarge.

We don't want to go upset in a landed gentry now, do we?

Come here! Hey! Come here! Hey!

Come on, Alfred. Come on. Come on. Let's get some soup. Come on. Come on.

Alfred.

Alfred, come here.

Alfred.

Alfred.

Come here.

Come here, Alfred.

Come here.

Alfred,

come here.

Oh,

no, Julie.

Of course not.

Has Marilyn got worse?

Oh, no, no.

This chicken pot, is it dangerous?

Your mum says you've not had it. No.

Well, it is very contagious, but mostly among young children.

It can be worse if you're an adult, but it's unpleasant rather than dangerous.

What is it, Julie?

What about for women who are having babies?

Oh, it's German measles that can cause complications in pregnancy.

Your mum's not pregnant again, is she? Oh, no, no, no.

It's just that... It was silly of me. I'm sorry to have bothered you, Dr

Julie?

Julie, is there something you want to tell me?

Are you sure?

Oh, yeah.

I see my mum's symptoms often enough.

Have you told your parents?

God, no.

My dad would kill me.

My dad's that.

He's really proud of you.

How would you dare?

His dad's set on me going to university and making sure of myself.

Break his heart.

It's not impossible to have an education and a baby, you know.

A lot of women do.

Not in Aden's field, they don't.

And what about the young man involved?

Will he stand by you?

Not like Dr Rowan.

We love each other.

I'm sorry, Julie, I just want to help you.

What does he have to say about the idea of a baby?

He's very pleased.

Is he a local boy?

Can't tell you his name.

Well, that's up to you.

But it'd just be between us.

Not that.

Promise Dr.

Rowan.

Julie.

Julie.

Look.

If he's not prepared to go public and... and you've no immediate plans to get

married, well, all you can do is tell your parents.

I know it won't be easy.

But they're going to find out anyway, and believe me, you'll need their

Hello, love.

Hello.

What's up with Julie?

Girl's problems.

And?

Girl's problems.

Old Hippocrates would be proud of you.

What a discreet little doctor you are.

A fool hiding one more leg.

So what have you done now?

What do you mean, now?

You know, I told you I was starting this mother and baby group.

No.

I did.

You don't listen.

It's a chance for them to get together.

Sometimes all they need is a more experienced mum to tell them their baby

grow out of colic or that poos are normally yellow and runny to start with.

Are you trying to spoil my happy time?

I thought it was a good idea at the time.

I thought the boarding house was a good idea.

Please listen.

I had my first meeting today and one of the kids had chicken pox.

So what?

So I've probably caused an epidemic.

Chicken pox is no big deal.

It is when you're the only doctor in the neighbourhood and every kid's got it.

Um, uh, Marilyn, just once another biscuit and you're the thrifty.

Where are you going?

Out. Not again.

Oh, Jack, leave the girl alone.

She can't have her nose stuck in her book all the time.

You up to Rosie's, love?

Yeah, I might do.

Make sure you're not home late, yeah?

Oh, what the hell.

Where's Mr. Popper, though, too?

Popper gone off to Durham, Piss.

Caught the early train.

Good show.

Mile the cats away, eh?

I don't think that's a very good idea, Master Rupert.

On the contrary.

I think it's a splendid idea. Don't you mind?

Well, who's to tell him?

Danny boy hair wouldn't split, would you?

None of my business.

Sensible chap.

Right. What are we waiting for?

Want some more of the potty, dear friend?

No, Mr Duffy, not so far.

Yes, Mr Duffy, I do realise that without the van you can't earn your living, but

my officers are doing their utmost, I assure you.

She's only young.

Yes, Mr Duffy, as soon as I hear anything.

Hiya, Rowan.

Am I what, Sarge?

Doing your utmost.

As far as I can.

Well, that's not the way I see it.

As I see it, all you've done so far is come up with some cockamamie theory

young Affordly.

We've got a scrap of evidence to back it up.

Now, where you come from, you may call that doing your utmost, but I don't.

No, Sarge.

No, even you shouldn't find it too hard to stumble over four gross of assorted

boots and shoes.

No, Sarge.

Well, don't just stand there agreeing with me, lad.

Get out there!

Hello, Claude.

New boots.

What's the old war wound playing you at?

It's a corn nap. You know, they're right big as aren't they, corns?

You shouldn't be wearing your new boots then, should you?

They are new, aren't they?

Well, middling.

Where did you get them?

I bought them, said there was anybody else. Where from?

Ashfordly Market. When?

Well, it's a good bit back.

Do you mind if I take a closer look at them?

What for?

Take them off.

What, now?

I'm only asking you to take your boots off, Claude, not your flaming pants.

I'm glad about that and all I've heard about you, coppers.

What do you want to say these for? You're getting worse and blaked than you

Here, you have to hold me dog.

You're a police dog now, Alfred.

these damn things. Have you ever washed your feet?

Not again.

I don't see my personal hygiene's got a lot to do with you, though.

Whereabouts on Asphalie Market?

Duffy's Boots and Shoes.

You want to go and see me, he gives good value, does Duffy.

And a free set of corns with every pair.

I don't suppose you've got a receipt?

I cut my feet.

And I saw Greengrass wearing a brand new pair of boots.

The same make and style number of some of them that were nicked.

Then what's he waiting for, a signed confession?

Go out there and get him.

Arm rubber is not his style.

What about the boots?

Well, he said he bought them on Ashfordly Market from Duffy's stall.

I checked with Duffy.

He said he's been flogging the same line for over a year.

Greengrass could well be telling the truth.

The day Greengrass tells the truth.

Yes, Sarge.

Ada!

It's always worse, first thing in the morning, till I'm up and about.

Pain's me something chronic.

You have to keep mobile.

But just potter about the house. There's no need for you to struggle all the way

to the surgery.

Some doctors don't like me bothering them. They think I'm making a fuss.

Well, I don't, Tater.

Told you I'll call in any time.

Look over there, outside board. A little something for you.

In the brown paper bag?

Yeah.

There's really no need.

Oh.

I want you to have it, love. I'm right glad you came to Aidensfield.

Just looking at your bobby face is a tonic in itself.

What are we drinking to this time?

Here is... Rosie.

Rosie.

I hope I die before I get old.

This is my generation.

This is my generation, baby.

This is my generation. This is my generation.

I'm trying to dig what we all say.

This is my generation. I'm trying to cause a big sensation.

This is my generation. And what do you think you're planning?

I think you're part of it. Turn the engine on.

You do realise it's an offence to drive if you're incapable of being in charge

of your vehicle?

Ah, but, say, I'm perfectly capable, Constable.

I think that's for us to decide.

I'll have to ask you to accompany me to Ashfordly Police Station.

Your keys, please.

Dr. Rowan?

Hello, Mrs. Lane.

What?

It might be. There's a lot of it about.

Right, I'll pop around shortly.

Bye -bye.

Can I have your name, please?

Rupi Bloody Rube.

What's going on?

I've arrested this man who I saw driving vehicle registration number SOP...

Sherlock Holmes, though, that's true. Do you mind?

When he got out of the car, I saw that his eyes were glazed, his speech was

slurred and he was unsteady on his... Do you know who I am?

Arrogant little sons.

Right, let's get the doctor in. She'll confirm that they're both intoxicated.

I take it your wife is acquainted with the procedure, Rowan?

Yeah, of course.

No reply.

Where is she, Rowan?

You've got them all over you, haven't you?

Right, so will you do your tummy quickly?

There you go.

Has Stephanie had them? Not yet, no.

Oh, dear.

Thank you.

So tired, tired of waiting.

Tired of being silent.

So tired, tired of waiting.

And you can do what you want.

Aidensfield Police.

Hi. Hello, love.

We need a doctor down at the station there.

Okay. All right, I'll be there as soon as I can.

Good.

Now stand still with your arms held out straight.

What's 94 minus 73?

22?

No, no, no, hang on.

21.

Don't do it, Rowan.

The Leith Police dismisseth us.

Sorry?

The Leith Police dismisseth us.

Get him to say that.

Really, Sergeant?

Dr. Ferrenby always does.

Very well.

Rupert, can you repeat, the Leith police dismisseth us?

For you, Dr. Rowan, anything.

The Leith police dismisseth us.

Well,

he's passed the test.

Well, I disagree. He was blind drunk when he was brought in.

Yeah, and abusive.

Abusive? Moi?

I wouldn't say boo to the proverbial gander, would I, Tim? All right, put a

in it.

Is that it?

I do know the procedure.

Like I said, he seems competent enough to me.

We'll have to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Super, can we go?

Doctor's word is final. I know that, Constable.

Right.

No charges.

Let him go.

You are an angel, Doctor.

You do realise this wouldn't have happened if we'd been able to track you

sooner?

I have sick children all over the district, Sergeant.

So if there's nothing else, gentlemen, I'll be off.

That lad was pissed out of his skull!

I'll have one of those.

You can make your own.

Sorry I asked.

I'm not talking about the bloody sandwich. I'm talking about you siding

Blaketon against me.

I don't want to see you making a fool of yourself.

Are you really questioning my professional judgment, or are you just

because you didn't make an arrest?

Well, by rights, I should have done.

That's it, isn't it? You resent the fact that I have some authority.

Well, you're talking rubbish, Kate.

I respect your job. Why can't you respect mine?

I do.

Well, it didn't seem like it today.

What's this?

I refuse to reply on the grounds that it might incriminate me. Kate.

You're the policeman. You work it out.

Where did you get them from?

A bribe from Rupert Ashfordly, of course.

Oh, and the diamond earrings come next week. Please, this could be important.

Ada Clough.

A present from a grateful patient.

Some people apparently think I can do my job.

Only son.

I didn't mean no offence, Mr Rowan.

It was just a little thank you, like.

She's been ever so good to me.

It isn't everybody. It's time to sit and listen to an old lady's aches and

pains. You've done nothing wrong, Ada.

It was a very kind thought, and my wife appreciates it.

I'd just like to know where you got them from.

Claude Greengrass gave me them.

Green grass?

Oh, he often fetches me bits when he's passing.

A few eggs, a bit of fruit, and even a chicken sometimes.

But they were a bit fancy for me, and they wouldn't fit over me bunions, and

were a shame for them to go to waste.

Ada, you're a doll.

Claude, will you just sit still?

Sit still? It's the first time I've been on the back of one of these. Stop

wobbling. It's all right, but you're wobbling.

First time I've been listening to a copper.

How much do you weigh?

Eight. More than that, I should think. Second.

Isn't this Lord Asperman's round? No, we're just on the edge.

Yeah, it's still private property, though. Oh, come on, Nicolás. If you

want me to talk, I'll go.

It wasn't here unless somebody's nicked it.

Take a seat.

How long have you been driving this damn thing?

How did you find this place, Paul? I keep telling you.

It wasn't me that found it. It was Alfred.

Oh, and it didn't occur to you to report it to us? Oh, yeah. I'm going to do

that, ain't I? And who gets blamed for nicking it? Muggins.

Imagine what Blake did in the neck of all that.

So you knew they were nicked, then?

Well, not exactly. I mean, they didn't have labels on saying these goods are

stolen property, did they?

So where's the rest of the stuff now?

I don't know. I keep telling you.

By the time I got here, it was just that pair of poxy boots that nearly crippled

me and them slippers I gave to Ada.

Oh, her knees, look.

It's a pair of odd ones, which are no good to nobody.

What's that?

Might be evidence.

Yeah, well, not against me, it's not.

Look, look, if you don't believe me, here's my key. You can go and search my

cottage. All right.

I'll come with you, sure.

Here, here, do you want these?

Well, he's definitely a local villain, then. One that knew about the barn.

Knocks your Rupert Ashfordly theory on the Ed Rowan. Even he wouldn't be stupid

enough to stash it on his own dad's land.

He might be counting on us thinking exactly the same thing.

Well, if it was him, he was very cool when you brought him in.

Certainly no sign of nerves, the way he got round your wife.

Well, I'm sure any doctor would have come to the same conclusion that Kate

You might be.

I'm not.

See, the crime office has just been on.

Apparently all we'd have to find on that van, apart from Joe Duffy's...

We're green grasses.

And you still say you weren't implicated?

I bet me next leave on it, Sarge.

He admits to touching the doors when he took them boots.

Besides, Duffy said the hijacker was medium build.

Oh, by no stretch of the imagination could Claude be described as medium

anything. Well, he might be working with an accomplice.

Well, it's possible.

And I doubt it.

So, what have we got?

An empty van?

Two odd shoes.

And a cigarette butt.

Need a bloody thigh more than that to go on, I'll tell you.

Unless you wait until he nicks a ten -tonner.

Who is he?

Just tell me the little bastard's name and by Christ I'll swing for him. Don't,

Jack. What good's it going to do?

Leave me alone.

I knew we should have kept this quiet. I said tell me his name, do you hear me,

girl? And I said I can't.

That bully, young Ashfordly.

Come on in, sit down.

Please, will you talk to Dad, Dr Rowan?

Tell him you don't need to worry about me. The best person to do that is your

young man.

You will, but you've got to get some things sorted out first.

That's his movie.

Look, all this secrecy isn't helping anyone.

If I tell you his name, will you swear you won't say?

As you please.

Yes, Your Lordship.

On my way.

Madam? The man just turned up and went for sir. Came banging on the door,

absurd accusations.

I swear to you, father, I never even touched her. Do come in. Lovely to see

again. I'll be with you in just a moment.

I must say, he doesn't sound like Jack the Eagle.

Was he drunk?

Well, Pierce would know more about that. He's the one who pulled him off.

Pierce, put the constable in the picture.

Just sort the fellow out. Make sure it never happens again.

I'm telling you, it wasn't me.

Yeah, yeah.

So what happened?

Oh, Neagle came round shouting the odds that Sonny Jimmy got his daughter in the

family way.

Had he been drinking?

Well, had a jar or two.

Had a bit of a punch -up. Nothing major.

The way he's whinging on, you'd think Neagle had broken his bloody neck.

You?

No, thanks, man.

Right, then.

If the fun's over, I'll get back to work. Yeah.

I doubt they'll ask me in to join them over a glass of porter.

All right. Right, then.

You know, young Ashwood is getting me a real pain in the arse.

Whatever bother's going on round here lately, he's at the centre of it.

Not this time, Nick.

Rupert's not lying.

He isn't the father.

How do you know?

Julie told me who it is.

Well, then you'd better speak up or there'll be trouble.

You know I can't do that.

Kate, this time it was only a black eye.

Next time, he might not be so lucky.

It's my job to keep the peace around here. Now tell me who it is.

Julie trusts me.

I won't break medical confidentiality, not even for you.

Now, what time do you want to get up?

Hello, George.

I'll be with you in a minute, Mr Owen. You all right, lads? George.

Can I have a word, please?

Charm and shoulder leads.

About the same every July sale I've done for the last ten years.

Claude been mouthing off, has he?

Silly old bugger.

No wonder he's limping.

Them boats he found were two sizes too small.

Well, you know what he's like.

He never looks a gift to us in the mouth, does he?

George, do you sell cigarette papers?

No, I sell cigarettes.

Speak to Alice Wicks in the shop.

She sells papers.

Yeah, I already have.

Right. Thanks, Jules.

Just run it by me again.

Well, Lord Ashfordly only smokes cigars.

Jack Neagle gave up three years ago after a bad attack of bronchitis.

And young Rupert only smokes galois.

All right, but let him pose.

Now, the shop and the pub both corroborate that our man rolls his own.

Same as this.

Yes.

Right. You'd best get on to that posh hotel in York.

Fast.

Yes, it does sound like chicken pox, Mrs Carter.

Yes, there's a lot of it about.

Guess what?

The hotel manager's never even heard of a Danny Pierce.

Right, then.

Let's go.

Good evening,

sir. I'm sorry, probably, but I believe you have a missed...

Danny Pierce working here? Yes, my chauffeur. Well, could we have a word

him, please?

He's not here at the moment. I think he's usually down at the pub.

Well, do you think we could search his room?

Okay, I'm sure you have your reason.

Come in.

I would have given...

to talk to you, don't you? Okay.

All right,

so we can handle it from here.

You've not told

anybody. about this, have you?

Of course not, Danny.

I promised I wouldn't.

Good girl.

I... I just want to know that you meant what you said about... about us getting

married.

Well, of course I did.

You don't think I'd ever leave you, do you?

You and our little nipper in there mean more to me than anything in the whole

world.

Looks like he's done a runner, Sarge.

too, sweetheart.

Look, I've got to go now, right?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay?

I'll see you tomorrow, right?

Bingo. We've got the little rat.

Well done, Rowan. That's very impressive.

Now, pick him up and I'll inform his lordship.

You're going to come quietly?

Dancing about on the floor, hitting and slapping at Mr Changeabout.

Oh, thanks, lovey. How are they?

OK. How are you? This one must be feeling better. He's had three jam

Have you? Well, I just hope you're not sick again then, Billy. And how are you?

OK. Oh, you're good.

They caught the man that stole Duffy's van.

Turns out it was that young man who works down at the hall.

Do you know, I've always thought he was very quiet, but I've seen of him.

Julie? Julie!

Julie!

If Danny did it, it were only for us, Mr Rowan.

For me and for the baby.

I thought we could get away from here.

It's not the way it was, Julie.

In the first place, his name's not Danny.

It's Mick.

Mick Lewis.

And he's not a Geordie. He's from London.

He's got quite a reputation there because he's so good at accents.

It's not a crime, is it?

No.

It's got a record as long as your arm.

I don't care about the past.

He just needs a chance, that's all.

I know Danny.

He's a good person inside.

I stand by him. There's more, Julie.

Have you seen that tattoo on his arm?

SML. It's just an old girlfriend's initials. He had it done years ago. It's

wife, Julie.

Susan Margaret Lewis.

The mother of his two children.

That's where all the money went.

I don't believe you.

You're lying.

Julie, love.

I'm so sorry.

It'll be tough on her, but she'll come through it.

Her mum and dad are going to bring the baby up as one of their own.

And Julie can go on to university if she still wants to. You know, she's 18.

Yeah, what a bastard, eh?

I know how Jack felt.

That's life, I'm afraid.

There'll always be some smooth -talking bloke around to break a girl's heart.

It's lucky you found me, then.

Here's a kiss.

Nick, where did you find it? How did you find it? I've been coming here for

years.

I've got nobody to worry.

Close my eyes and drink to me.

Champagne.

Cheers. Oh, Nick.

You've got chicken pox.

You've got the calamite.

Cheers.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Why does the love of kids stay in my memory?