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

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

Wednesday morning at five o 'clock as the day begins.

Silently closing her bedroom door, leaving the note

that she hoped would say more. She goes downstairs to the

kitchen, clutching her handkerchief.

Wildly turning the back door key, stepping outside.

dressing.

to me.

your point

These aren't digestive.

What's that?

These aren't digestive.

Just get over there, will you?

Yes, Sergeant.

Now, Rowan, now.

Now, Sergeant.

This is the room, Mr Miller.

You get the sun in the morning.

And the moon at night.

I'm sorry.

No, it's on.

Of course.

It was new this year.

Well, I think this will do me very well, Mrs Tripp.

It was my husband's room years ago.

He used to like to sit in here and sketch.

He was a teacher.

He died of cancer of the lung.

But life must go on.

I suppose.

Are you married, Mr Miller?

I lost her just over two months ago.

I am sorry.

Anyway, I decided I'd had enough of the smoke and sitting at home thinking.

I've got no ties, so I thought, well, I might go round for somewhere.

New faces, new places.

Put myself out to grass, so to speak.

Get a bit of fresh air.

There's plenty of that.

Would a week in advance be all right?

That'll be fine.

You don't smoke, do you, Mr Miller?

No.

And what about evening meals, or would you be going out?

I don't think so, no. Evening meals would be very nice.

You haven't tried my cooking yet. Well, it can't be any worse than mine, Mrs.

Triff.

I'll leave you in peace, then.

Got no worries, got no...

Got the sun in the morning.

Hello, Claude.

I'm afraid you're a nickmate.

Breaking, entering, malicious damage, intention to commit a crime.

I do have a day off. That's the way it looks to me.

Right, well, you'd better have a look at this, then, wouldn't you? Yeah.

Brown clearance.

All right.

Dear Mr Greengrass, you are hereby instructed to clear all contents of the

estate of Captain H... Braithwaite.

I'm the only silly bugger that's turned up, aren't I? Apart from you.

I mean, it shouldn't have been a lad from the estate agents bringing a key,

he's 64, he's lost it somewhere. Typical, isn't it? Hour and a half I've

waiting out there.

Are you an apology, Claude?

All right, well, you needn't bother. You can help me sort this lot out instead.

Eh? I bet you've got no better to do, have you?

How much are you getting for this lot, then?

A note.

I'll pull the other one.

I'm not!

I'm not. It's just getting what I can raise on it.

It's a load of old junk.

It's not!

I mean, look at this. Do you like me to put the wind up here?

Hey, I mean, people in the city give a small fortune to hang these on the

Well, not in E1, they wouldn't.

I think you've been lumbered, Claude. I've not!

I tell you, I bet... I mean, look at that, eh?

Eh? I'd better get a... Oh, yeah, very good.

I'd better get a few quid out, eh? Do you know how to toss a bale? I beg your

pardon?

I'll show you the ways of the country, lad.

Look, like this.

Here we go.

In there like that and just... How's that?

Come and have a go.

I think I'll drop me back.

Mind you, I know who dropped me in it with you, you know, that maggoty -faced

butcher, wasn't it?

He has trouble with his liver.

Not as easy as it looks, is it?

Can't bet with me hands.

What's this?

What's what?

This.

I don't know. I thought it was your stay.

Come on.

Howard.

Hey, look.

Looks like Blankton's mother.

What a load of rubbish.

Yeah.

I don't see how I'm going to get this out of here by the weekend.

I shall need a tractor, low loader.

Cost a fortune. I'm going to lose money on this.

You're not forgetting my cleaning, Bill.

Oh, it's rough, isn't it? Oh, it is.

Dug rough.

Cool.

How much would you take for this, as it stands?

Well, it's not worth anything, is it?

I mean, like, it's not worth anything less than 50 quid, like, is it?

I'll tell you what.

I'll give you 25 and I'll take it off your hands, OK?

25?

I think it's worth a bit more than that.

I'll be doing you a favour.

25. Look at the state of it.

I don't want any comebacks.

Not from me, nor from you.

And will you guarantee it's out by the weekend?

Yes. Right, done.

Give me your hand.

Come in.

I found your front door key, Mr Miller, but I never lock the door.

Oh, that's very kind.

My granddaughter.

What a lovely little girl.

Taken a few years ago now.

It'll be roast beef and Yorkshire pudding tonight.

Lovely.

Nick, you're filthy. Where have you been?

I thought you liked me like this. Get off.

Oh, whatever happens to romance?

Look in the laundry basket.

And take those boots off.

Yes, dear.

Alex rang.

How is he?

Fine. Having a wonderful holiday.

Nick, now that Alex is more or less retired...

We ought to think about buying a bigger house.

We've already got a house.

For nothing.

Yes, but there's nowhere here I can use as a surgery.

And I really need to live above the job.

Well, so do I.

We're not going to live in a little police house for the rest of our lives,

love. I'm not saying that, am I?

All I'm saying is, until I get the potion, this house is part of the job.

So here we are.

And here we stay.

Oh, come on now.

You mean it's not even up for discussion?

I bought a car today.

What? A car.

We don't need another car.

We don't need another house.

How much?

Only 25.

What kind of car can you get for that money?

Oh, you'll love it, Kate, once I've done her up. She's a bit rough at the

moment. Is she?

Yeah, and there's a slight mice problem.

Oh, mice?

Yeah, they're nesting in the back.

Sounds ideal.

How old is she?

1936.

Older than you.

Hasn't been you since 1939.

Like your brain.

Come here.

Sorry, I've got late surgery.

Makes a change from tinned spaghetti.

Not worth it just for one, is it?

Do you see much of your family, Mr Miller?

Well, we only had one son, Colin.

And he was killed on his motorcycle just after the war.

That's his daughter, Claire, in the photograph.

Her mother went off with somebody else and my wife and I brought her up.

It can't have been easy.

We managed.

You must be very close.

Are you sure you're all right, Mr. Miller?

I could ring the doctor. She only lives just across the way.

No, I'm fine.

You don't look it.

And Dr. Rowan has a surgery tonight.

Right, George.

I'll have a large scotch. Get one for yourself. You'd better put Malcolm one

Oh, thank you very much.

You're usually skintuff at weekend.

I know. Well, I've had a bit of good luck, haven't I?

Oh, aye.

You remember that barn clearance I did at Braithwaite?

Aye. Aye, this will be right up your street. I found this old crock of a

car. You should have seen it. Dog rough. Got no wheels on it. The order

disintegrated. There were mice nesting in it.

I've only sold it for 25 pounds to Constable Nicolau.

You didn't.

25 quid?

For old Braithwaite's MG?

Ah, you'd not keep fouling it.

Didn't old Braithwaite have it laid up at the start of the war?

You were mad about that car. Was I? Thank God he can't see it now.

He got a couple of blokes all the way from Factory in Abingdon to do it. Did

Well, I'll tell you one thing that wasted the trip.

It's an MGTA.

Is it?

Ah, well, not as long as it's not. It's more like an M -E -double -S. Do you

hear it?

You'll be laughing out of the side of your face if you realise how much it's

worth.

It's a collector's item, isn't it?

A car like that would be worth a lot of money, but you're right.

A few hundred quid, even in its present state.

Tell you what,

it's been a fetch of a bomb down south.

Lying, cheating little tyke. Just shows you can't trust anybody these days.

Breathe in and out of it.

Just once again.

Thank you.

I thought it might be the air.

Probably the change of altitude.

I'm down to my last inhaler.

Your chest is very bad, Mr Miller.

I was gassed in the First World War.

I see.

You do know you have to take great care, don't you?

Yes.

Excuse me.

Dr Rowan?

Hello, love.

That's very nice.

Nick, I've got a patient with me at the moment.

Fine.

Keep them. Bye.

They should see you through.

It's been a pleasure to meet you, Dr Rowan.

How was the doctor? I really don't like people touching my things.

I'm sorry, Mr Miller.

I was just turning down the bed.

Are your ears burning, Rowan?

No, Sergeant.

Well, they should be.

Because when I came in this morning, I expected to find Claude Greengrass under

lock and key, but no.

Not only is he a large, but he's accusing one of my officers, you, Rowan,

taking financial advantage.

All I did was buy a car, Sergeant.

A car?

While in uniform?

It's a heap of junk.

You're a police officer.

You're the doctor's husband.

Yes, Sergeant.

I don't want any of your smart London practices up here, my lad.

I gave him a fair price.

What you should have learned by now, Rowan, is when you're dying with the

you sup with a very long spoon.

Well, if anyone was done, I was.

The force doesn't employ you to deal in second -hand motor cars during working

hours. Does it?

No, Sergeant.

Suppose he files an official complaint.

Do you have any idea how much bump that entails?

How much disruption to the work of this station?

Not to mention your future career.

Do I make myself clear?

I'll have a quiet word with him, Sergeant.

Yes, you do that.

That was good.

It is good, Mr. Miller.

I'm sorry I was a bit sharp last time.

None of us are getting any younger.

May I ask what your plans are for tomorrow, Mr. Miller?

Tomorrow? I have no plans.

Good. It's the fete. The harvest festival.

I'm not much of a one for social occasions, Mrs. Tripp.

Oh, you'll enjoy it.

I shall be making hot jam tarts. So you will come.

Very well.

With today's news. That's right. Thank you very much.

Right. Let's make sure that tomorrow is not a repetition of last year's fiasco.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Sarge.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Sergeant Blaketon.

No more livestock running loose.

Pandemonium ventris to be avoided.

Yes, Sarge.

And Bellamy?

No fraternising with the village girls.

Sarge.

And if by chance Greengrass offers you the Crown Jewels or London Bloody

try not to buy them off him.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Sergeant Brayton. Right.

Carry on.

The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still

But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just

a fool And he never gives an answer But the fool

on the hill Sees the sun

The sound of this man, he never seems to notice, but

the fool on the hill sees the thought.

Don't worry, Mrs. Riddle. I'll be straight over.

You playing with your toy car?

You're talking about the other woman in my life.

Yes.

Well, this one's still working.

Yeah, that wasn't too sore, was it?

She'll need daily injections for at least a week.

I'll call in tomorrow.

Any worse and you ring me straight away, Mrs. Weddle.

Day or night.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Miller.

Hello.

I feel like a glass of sherry.

Will you join me?

Oh, that's very nice of you.

I'm sorry I've been so busy.

Have you had a good day?

Well, I had a good look round the station.

The old rolling stock, yes.

Well, here's to the fate.

You are coming tomorrow, aren't you, Mr Miller?

Oh, I'll be there, Mrs Tripp.

Cheers.

God, Nick, you smell like a garage.

I had a wash.

Might as well have a bloody thing in bed with us.

When are you going to take a look at my car?

Tomorrow.

After the fight, all right?

How was she tonight?

Well, I changed the oil.

I got the wheels back on.

I think the spark's going to be a bit of a problem.

You're telling me...

Sad.

Hello, Claude. Oh, Constable.

Now then, what can I sell you?

You're a man who knows a bargain when he sees one, aren't you?

Now, let's cut all this nonsense, shall we?

If you've got a complaint to make, you come and see me.

You don't go shouting the odds down the pub or anywhere else, Constable.

What are you talking about?

Don't you?

It's nice to see you doing all this for charity.

Charity?

Well, if you're not, you're taking money under false pretenses.

And that's a very serious offence.

Bloody coppers never

give up to the George.

Give us a pint, will you?

Right.

Well,

come on, then.

Is that the best you can do?

You're useless.

I feel better now. Do you?

You have a go.

Go on, go for it.

Hooray!

What I

told you before, you

cannot trust Coppola's hair.

He's getting as bad as that devious bugger, Blaketon.

Good afternoon, Greengrass.

Oh, Miss Blayton, just talking about you. Aye, I heard you.

Hope you're not driving in your state.

Have you dried off, then?

Mm, just about.

I really enjoyed doing that. I know you do, Sister.

I've got to go home now and get my bag and give him the medical injection.

OK. I suppose you're off to see her.

Yeah, I thought I might get her to turn over.

You'll be lucky.

Mm.

See you later.

Where will you be tonight?

I'll be at the pub later.

Why, what are you up to?

A bit of this, a bit of that. Might be having something fishy.

So if I'm knocking on the back door later on, it'll be me.

Knocking.

Well, it's going very well so far, Roman.

Let's... Keep it up, don't we?

I'll try to, son.

And of course it rains

every day

I thought I'd like a walk, but I'm just a bit too tired.

Well, I'll run you up to Mrs.

Tripp's. Thank you very much. In you get.

How are you feeling?

I remember all of the times I've gone

wrong Why do they keep me here?

Now I've found that the

world is round

and evolve.

Mr. Miller, if you... No part of going now, doctor.

Mr. Miller?

You upstairs, love?

Aidensfield Police.

No, I'm afraid she's not.

I'm surprised, Mrs. Reddle.

She left the fete ages ago, especially to give Amy her injection.

The door on the left.

Right, in we go.

It's Nick.

Oh, hello, Nick.

Here, you should hear what Blake doesn't have to say.

Have you heard anything from Kate?

I'm a bit worried.

She's missed an appointment.

I'm sorry.

Can't help it.

All right. If you do hear anything, let me know.

Of course.

Yeah.

Righto. All right, thanks.

Bye.

What is it?

If you could tell me, talk about what's troubling you.

I love them.

And her.

And it's all gone, Doctor.

It's all gone.

I don't know you very well, but I do know... Well, who knows anybody, Doctor?

do know if something's...

It's causing you pain. I told you, I don't feel any. It's better to talk

it than to bottle it up. No, no, that's where you're wrong.

See, doctors don't know everything. No, but we do. It's like steam. You need to,

you know, build up the pressure.

Mr Miller?

Mr Miller, pop up on the table.

And Mrs Tripp also had a letter asking her to leave his clothes to Oxfam.

It's like he's written his will, Sergeant.

All I'm asking is why a perfectly decent, sensible, pleasant person as you

to be, why do something like this, Mr Miller?

It's Milner.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

So he didn't even tell you then.

She was younger than you.

Who?

Who wasn't it?

Milner.

My granddaughter, Claire.

We looked after her from the time she was three till she was 18.

And she flew the coop as they have to.

And she was living with this fellow I used to knock her about.

One night she picked up the bread knife and stabbed him.

He died.

And she got... Ten years.

We saw her every visiting day in Holloway.

It really took it out of my old lady.

Finally it killed her.

Nobody thinks of that, do they?

Then, last month, Claire talked herself.

younger than you.

Now, your husband was in the Met, and he was the one who arrested her and

gave evidence against her.

He said she'd said at the time she was glad she'd done it.

Well, somebody's got to pay.

Have you seen out of Dr Rowan?

The motors at the railway sidings. Right, get rid of that bloody fish.

Nick, are you there? I found them down there, honestly.

The car's been sighted at the railway sidings, Nick.

I'm on my way.

OK.

One month you bury your old lady, next month your granddaughter, and you think,

well, that's it.

No pills, gas, but you know energy.

And then you realise you've still got this lump inside you,

and you've got to cut it out.

I got this from a little Turk.

It was him or me, poor beggar.

There was one or two of them, Adam.

We had bayonets, though.

I could still see him.

Didn't look in pain, only... ..surprised and disappointed.

Trying to hold his, um... ..what are called intestines inside his tunic.

They shouldn't lock up a girl like that for a thing like that.

For a spur of the moment. No.

No, possibly not.

But they did.

It was going to be him.

And then I met you.

I saw the pair of you at the plate.

And I thought, no.

Let him live with nothing like I've had to.

Frank, I've got a four -year -old girl, seriously ill with pneumonia, waiting

for me.

A young life at stake.

You're seriously ill.

You know that.

I know that.

We both know life's unfair, but as a four -year -old...

I've got to go.

You do what you want.

And I won't.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Nick.

Nick.

No, he needs help.

Nick, be careful.

Be easy with him.

Nick, I need to go tell him he rattled now. Please.

What's that?

I'm done.

Well, thanks for letting me know, Phil.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

He's in hospital.

You know, he's not got long to live.

Six months at the most.

I was proud of you tonight.

I really need this.

I was really proud of you tonight.

I was really scared tonight.

Cheers.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

What does a love kiss say in my memory?