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

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

Venus must have heard my plea.

She has sent someone along the line. That's it, as you are.

Keep it coming.

What are you doing?

I thought you'd gone to your Congress. I'm just on my way. What's happening?

It's my car.

Straight back. What are you doing here?

There's nowhere else it can go, love.

I'm not surprised you waited till you thought I'd be out.

It's not that. You hold it there.

I took the charge for the pocket ten minutes to move it.

Look at this wonder car.

She's not out of bed.

You're going to be late.

I can take a hint.

Have you seen the doctor, Owen?

Oh, no, no.

I've not been allowed the pleasure.

It's a surprise.

Hi,

Nick.

Fine. I'm just going for a drink.

Well, don't overdo it, then.

Yes, Constable.

And you take care on the road.

Don't worry, I will.

I'm up home in a minute.

I'll get the bed warmed up.

Just make sure it's my side.

Yeah, I will.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

I don't care what you get up to back at Aidensfield, Rowan, but there are no

private phone calls from this date, understood?

Yes, sir.

Bellamy, you don't come on duty improperly dressed.

You're getting slack.

All of you.

Good evening to you, too.

Would you fancy a slow half on the way home, then?

Thanks, sir. I've got to sort the garage out before Kate gets back.

Under Martha.

The way she talks when she's talking, too.

Come on, then. Have you got homes to go to? Let's be having you now.

Come on, supper.

On your way.

Good night. Good night, Stanley.

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

Good night.

I'll be with you in a minute, Claude.

Anybody in there? We're closed.

You left your outside lights on, George.

I hope there's no after hours drinking going on.

Alright, alright.

I'm the lover of cops, you know.

I probably hate them more than you do.

Alfred, Alfred, come here. Come here. Leave.

Come here. Good boy. Come here. Come here. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on

to my house.

Go and try the door.

It's locked.

Go and try it.

Let's have a look.

What about the trap door?

It's a waste of time to paddle up from the outside.

We'll try shouting.

Oh, come on, Nick.

There'll be nobody around. You know how dead this place is after closing.

We can't just sit here. We've got to do something.

I know what I'm going to do.

Have a drink.

Next row.

I'd really believe.

Hi, Phil.

Oh, hiya, Kate.

Is Nick there?

No, he went off at end of shift.

That's strange.

He's not home yet.

I'm sure it's nothing.

He'd have phoned in if he'd have been in any bother.

I can give him a try now on radio, if you can hang on.

OK.

Kate? Can't raise him.

What?

When did he leave?

I suppose a couple of hours ago.

I wonder where he is.

I'm sure it's not to worry about, Kate.

So tell the old bugger to check in when he comes home, all right?

All right. Bye, Phil.

Sorry to bother you.

It's PC Rowan.

I think there's a problem.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Why don't you two shut up? You're giving me the headache.

Oh, come on, Nick.

I told you, we're wasting our time.

Anybody want a drink?

Are you sure you don't know where those blokes are, Claude?

How many times do I have to tell you? Of course I don't.

Claude.

All right, look.

Well, what would being it for me like if I was able to help you?

Yeah, well, you know that I make a much better friend than an enemy.

Yeah, well... If, like, you were my friend, then... Does that mean you'd

turn a blind eye to certain things?

I'm more interested in catching villains like this lot, not poachers.

Well, why don't you book it off back to London, then, cos they don't have

poachers there.

Well,

we just don't know.

We found his bike up near Filindale's Moor, but there was no sign of him.

Has there been an accident?

Well, we've checked the hospitals. He's not been brought in.

I should just try not to worry. I'm sure he'll be all right. What do you mean,

try not to worry? He could be lying injured somewhere.

Well, we're doing our best.

At the moment, the whole area's being searched. I'm going to go and look for

him. Now, Dr Rowan.

You'd be of more help to him and to us if you just stayed here by the phone.

As soon as I get any news, you'll be the first to know.

What are you looking at?

If you are holding something back from me, Greengrass, I'll have you.

That's victimisation.

All right.

Let's start hearing now, shall we?

Right.

Right.

Poaching.

Or did you rear those pheasants you had in a budgie cage at home?

Oh, yes, very good.

Are you going to nick George as well for receiving?

Did you hear that, George?

He's going to nick us.

Have you seen the price of pheasant?

Don't worry, he's got no evidence.

They took it with them, didn't they, when they took everything else?

You don't worry.

Your license is safe and sound.

Don't worry about that.

I don't miss off a nasty, Sarge.

Right on me backside.

Oh, dear.

We'd better get you looked at.

You're making a very big mistake, you know, upsetting me.

Cos I can do you some very good times.

Oh, leave it out, Claude. You're no sweet F .A. Oh, really?

Oh, well, little do you know, I know about Dave Chapman, don't I?

Doing a very good trade in stolen farm machinery in that barn of his.

That farm off Helsingby Road?

Get away.

I'm not kidding.

It's got tractors, combines, muck spreaders, the lot.

You know about that, don't you, sunshine?

But I'll tell you something else, George, that's even better for you.

That is that newsagent in Helsingby.

He only sells all that Swedish porn.

I'm past all that, Claude.

I can tell you the world of good, George.

I bet he took it. He didn't knock his Bobby's helmet.

I'll take the notice of him, George.

It's all fantasy.

Like him knowing who did you over tonight.

Look,

I know what I saw.

If you don't believe me then, it's no skin of mine, was it?

No.

I'm ready to listen, Claude.

Did you always leave your keys then? Oh, like she's lying to us, George.

It's a good job, really.

I hope they might start counting what we deliver.

Instead of just signing for it.

I think I'd better start counting, Elad.

I hope you appreciate this.

I got eight stitches in my bum last night looking for you.

What are you on about?

What's the matter?

I've got a hard head as your husband.

Even a gum book couldn't break it. Oh, that looks terrible.

I've never been so scared in all my life. I thought you were dead.

Kate, Nick, Rick bought in.

It's the idea like a word inside when you're ready.

One minute.

Don't be long. I want to look at that cut. I told

you to stay in bed.

No, I feel fine now.

Well,

maybe it's just as well. Sergeant Blaketon wants to have a word.

Oh, can't the old beggar give me a minute? Tell him I called him back.

The old beggar is here.

You may have had a bang on the head, Rowan, but the doctor here tells me

all right.

Well, you didn't have much to tell CID, did you?

They were very careful, whoever they were.

There's not to go on, then, from what you've seen and heard.

There is one thing.

Hmm?

Greengrass.

Greengrass? Do you think he has something to do with this?

Could be the inside man.

No. That's not in his league, Sarge.

But I don't think he's telling us all he knows.

I reckon he's worth a visit.

All right.

Shall we go?

Hang on. Hey!

You're supposed to be resting.

Don't worry.

I'll have him back to you within the hour.

Let's go.

See you later.

was victimising me.

Especially when I'm not well.

Self -inflicted, Greengrass. So I heard.

And I'm not victimising you.

Not yet.

It's funny what drink does to people, Sarge.

Makes someone who wouldn't normally talk to the police start shooting their

mouth off.

I've never said no to... These men, Greengrass, have not used their gun yet.

But they might.

You don't want a death on your conscience.

do you?

I don't seem to be talking to a load of coppers. It's going to be my own death

that's on my conscience, isn't it?

I know some very unsavoury people, you know.

And some of them are more savoury than you lot.

I can take you down to the station to talk about this.

Look, look, I'm... Go on, get out.

I'm just as much a victim as George and him, aren't I?

I mean, they're pointing the damn gun at me and all, you know.

I'm still in shock, I am.

If you're withholding information, I can have you.

For compounding a felony.

It's not victimisation, though, is it? I mean, I've already told you I don't

know.

How much of last night do you remember, Claude?

All of it.

Are you sure?

Well, it might be one or two blank spots.

So what?

I remember everything.

Absolutely everything.

Quiet. First thing tomorrow morning.

Ventress, you know what you're doing. Oh, yes, Sarge. Bellamy.

Sarge. Rowan, I think you'd better have tomorrow off.

Otherwise the doctor will be complaining about police brutality.

Bellamy here can drive you home. At no stopping on the way, mind.

No, Sarge.

Don't be such a baby.

He said it wouldn't hurt.

He said we'd come up here for a quiet life.

Well, it's hardly an everyday occurrence.

It's not even safe to drive round here.

I was nearly run off the road coming back from York.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. A van nearly hit me coming the other way.

It must have hit something because there was an almighty bank, but it didn't

stop.

Where was this?

On the Moors Road, underneath the railway bridge.

That's near where they found my bike.

Stupid.

It all happened too quickly. I really didn't see much.

At least we know what colour the van is.

One dance of clod, eh, Sarge?

There's at least five grand of farm machinery in here. From all over the

of England and all.

You'll have your work cut out.

Getting this lot back to its rightful owners.

Can't wait, Sarge.

It's my lucky to get this job and half get the other.

It's all this for courses, lad.

Ventress is the right man for that job.

Oi! Mind your feet.

You've just come across a farmyard.

I don't want your muddy boots on my floor.

Morning, Pickett.

Anything else, sir?

Have you anything better?

Better?

Well, I've been abroad, and these are a bit tame.

I'm sorry?

I don't know what you mean.

I should have said a friend sent me.

Friend got a name?

Lord.

That's not a name you make up.

Comes with a back.

You've got some stuff that'll make your eyes water.

What are you two up to?

Oh, we're celebrating.

Here, those tips that Greengrass gave you, they're going to keep us in

for a month or more.

I reckon the sergeant's breaking out the champagne now.

A day's work.

Well done, lads. Oh, thank you, sir. Oh, and didn't expect to see you in here

today. Get yourself a cup. You deserve one, too.

Right, now, this is elderberry wine. I made it myself.

Vintage, 1964.

Put lady in your pencil, this will venture it.

Right. Now, the toast is... And I never thought these words would ever pass my

lips. The toast is Claude Jeremiah Greengrass.

Lord Jeremiah Greengrass.

Tasty, Sarge. That's wonderful. Now, just one more thing, Bellamy.

We know that you have the arduous task of collating that pornography that we

confiscated today, but it's your total responsibility to keep it under lock and

key until it can be destroyed and not distributed round Ashfordly Police

Station. Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Sarge.

Right, well, carry on, lads.

Sir, I think I might be under something.

Why?

Well, Kate saw a van driving at high speed on the Aidensfield Road on the

of the robbery.

I think it might well be connected.

Why? Well, it ran her off the road, hit a crash barrier and didn't stop.

How pain -tracking.

Well, did she get the number?

Well, no.

Well, that's not much to go on, is it?

Well, maybe not, Sarge, but there's not much else, is there?

Well,

that's a fair point.

Right, I'll get in cook with the ID.

There you go, Claude.

What's that for?

Just to say thank you.

Eh? For those tip -offs you gave me.

Two bigger refs today.

You're the toast of Ashfordly Nick.

I'll give you an old tip -off.

It is a nutcase.

Well, don't you remember, Claude?

You must have told your mate about us spending the night together.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't realise you'd want to keep it secret.

I'll take that back.

In the dream world, him.

Tip -offs.

Neck up stories, you bloody cop.

Who's door is it?

Straight to bed.

You know, I do believe you're jealous of me spending the night with Greengrass.

Honestly.

All

right.

What the hell do you think you're playing at?

Hanging around the police house, Claude.

That's not good for your image.

No, neither is you buying me drinks for tip -offs I've not even given you. Don't

you realise you can get me into every bother?

But you did give me tip -offs, Claude.

What you didn't tell me is what you know about the robbery.

Oh, well, I'm not likely to tell you about that, am I? Not after the stunt

pulled tonight.

I'll do a deal with you.

You tell me what I want to know and there'll be no more embarrassment.

Why don't you go and get stuffed?

Until then, you get the credit for every arrest in Asfordly.

That's from speeding fines to riding a bicycle without any lights. All right?

Good night.

Wait!

Here we go, Sarge.

Alec Robinson.

Right.

Well, er... Last conviction, 1956.

Arm robbery.

Well, he's been clean since then.

Here's a CID note from 1960.

Says he suffered from bad health, not fit for his old life.

Well, people do recover from illness, Sarge.

Your wife tell you that, did she?

Well, he describes himself here as a scrap metal worker.

He's a sick man.

I reckon Greengrass is just having you on.

Last time he got Nick, Sarge, one of his gang called him Alec in front of the

victim. That could explain the silence.

I'm sure Greengrass is telling the truth.

How sure was he that he recognised them?

Well, he didn't exactly say that he recognised them.

Well, either he did or he didn't.

It was Alfred.

Alfred?

His dog.

He was all over the one with the gun.

His dog.

Well, apparently Greengrass sold Alec Robinson a puppy after Alfred had been a

bit too friendly with a champion greyhound.

So you want me to call CID and tell them we know the name of the armed robber,

courtesy of Greengrass's dog?

Either they hit you too hard, Rowan, or not bloody hard enough.

I'm just going to be a bum.

Shut up.

It's all right for you, isn't it? I mean, everybody can see where you got

wounded. I could be burned like this airboat.

I hope we're not wasting our time.

Greengrass is all it takes to pay it off.

Mind you, if he's lying...

Come here.

Come on in.

Do you want these outside or are you coming in?

Up to you.

Are you Mrs Robinson?

Yes, lad.

And I've been married to Ali long enough to know when the law's about.

Are you coming in, then?

Tell me what all this is about.

Sit down.

These are my daughters.

There's room here.

I'll stand, thanks.

I have had a wash today, haven't I, Jamie?

Oh, no, it's not that.

Oh, like that, is he? Your mate.

I didn't know they let him in police.

You just prefer to stand, all right.

Do it yourself.

Must be losing your touch, Sue.

You too.

Stop tormenting the lad.

Now then, what is it you want?

Your husband.

Would like a whirlwind.

That'd suit me and all.

Sorry? This is police business, Mrs Robinson.

Since when is a bit on the side being police business?

You'd have to arrest half the village.

He's run off with some tart.

How long ago?

A few months.

Is that your husband's dog?

No, he's mine. Why?

Dad bought him off some poacher in a pub.

Claude Greengrass?

Oh, yeah.

You'd know him, of course.

What's all this about?

You got any idea where your husband might be?

What do you think?

Somebody saw him in a pub in Ashfordly Marketplace week before last.

With her.

You've had no contact with him?

He came home a month back.

She'd kicked him out.

Swore to me he were here to stay.

He got off that night with the rent money.

And my savings.

Enough.

Take him last Christmas.

My sons, Arthur and Paul.

They're working on a fishing boat out of Whitby. Half an hour away and I still

never see them.

Happy family snappy.

That would take him just before he beggared off again.

Again? Went off with some daft bitch before.

Couple of years back.

I swore I'd never take him back.

Soft in the head, mate.

Never mind, eh?

Still got your daughters.

For now.

But no doubt they'll take off with some feckless basket like Alex soon enough.

We heard he's not very well.

Didn't stop him running off with his fancy piece, did it?

I hope she kills him.

He's moved out, Sarge. He's got himself another woman.

Oh, there's life in the old dog yet.

Looks like it.

And if he's well enough for that... Well, where's he living?

Well, as Mickey said, she doesn't know.

Probably round here somewhere.

Ah, not covering up for him, is she?

Well, she's been quite bitter about it.

And he's done it before, apparently.

Gone off with some bird and then come crawling back to her. Aye, but not this

time.

But he weren't on his own.

He must have had accomplices.

He's got a couple of sons, Sarge.

And they both live in Whitby.

Oh, well, that's handy.

Ventress, any form?

It doesn't ring a bell, Sarge. Phil's checking now.

Right.

All right, Bellamy.

You do the rounds of the pubs.

Cheers, Sarge.

And, Rowan, get yourself over to Whitby and check those boys out. Like father,

like sons.

And if they seem remotely involved, I want them back here in Ashfordly. Okay?

Okay.

Riding along on a carousel Trying to catch up to you

Riding along on a... carousel, will I catch

up to you?

Posse chasing, Posse racing.

Yes, they need to around.

They seem pretty harmless.

Yeah, they're out on the stallion.

When do you think they'll be back?

Could be any time.

Why not make it a wasted journey, eh?

Give us a brandy, will you? Not beauty, are you?

Purely medicinal, mate.

Got injured in the course of duty.

Came up from behind, did they?

I thought you'd like it.

I bought it in Whitby.

What are you doing there, apart from buying smelly crab?

No, I was looking for someone.

It's a waste of time, though. They've been at sea for the last week.

Is Alec Robinson one of your patents?

No.

No, the name doesn't mean anything.

Well, is he one of Theramby's?

Well, with David's father in, he'll be looking for a bit of a go.

Oh, you're in luck.

Blake Robinson.

He hasn't been here for a while, though.

What's wrong with him?

Bad heart. He's on a constant course of medication.

How long has he been here?

A couple of years.

He transferred.

That's probably when he went off with his fancy piece.

I can't help you there, but his new GP is Dr Alastair Brood, New Queen Street,

Ashfordly. Thank you.

You're welcome. You can show your appreciation in the customary fashion.

Make tea.

Was your bum any better, Phil?

You don't understand.

I was on a promise last night with Carol.

One thing led to another and my stitches started tweaking.

You what?

Was this before or after?

Instead of.

It's not funny, Alf.

Did you ring that doctor for me?

Yeah, well, he had the same address.

He did issue Robinson with a repeat prescription a few days before robbery.

And which chemist did he use?

It's up to you to find out, Nicky boy.

The blood will pump you.

Yes. Here we are.

Robinson.

I issued the drugs on the 17th.

Is that the man who collected the prescription?

Never seen him before.

Hang on a second, though.

It's just the old man you're interested in, is it?

That's right.

I'm all over the place looking for you. Come on, get in.

Hey, it's Lawdown. What's the rush?

I found the chemist.

It wasn't Robinson who picked up the prescription.

Well, who was it?

Somebody knows more than they've been telling us.

When is it this time?

Can we come in, Mrs Robinson?

He's not here.

I told you before.

All right, then. Come on.

You know where your husband is.

I told you before.

You told us a bag of lies.

Of course I didn't.

We'd like you to come down the station with us.

What for?

We're investigating an armed robbery, Mrs Robinson.

And you're withholding information.

You kept us running round in circles, Nell, and I'm not best pleased about

I've told him, and I'll tell you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

A woman picked up your husband's prescription for his heart trouble

on the day of the robbery.

The chemist identified her.

You know, from that happy family snap you lent me.

Where is he now?

Another word?

It seems there's been a robbery at the post office.

There's a man in hospital there because a gun went off. He's got a dicky heart.

It's a little bit of a telly, Sarge.

Well, it seems your husband has done it again

now. What?

He's robbed a post office.

Only this time it could be manslaughter.

You see, the gun went off.

And the owner had a dicky heart.

But that's impossible.

Come on, now.

Where is he?

He must have been too much for him, doing the job.

His heart packed in.

Oh, come on, now.

Who was with him?

He must know who brought him home.

We found him.

The morning after the pub were done.

They dumped him on the doorstep.

And you just dumped him here?

Well, he wouldn't have minded.

He didn't believe in God, did he, Rod?

So why this?

It's national assistance.

Well, it's the only regular money me and the girls have got.

You did all this for a few quid?

It might have been now to you, lad.

But I thought if we could keep collecting Alex's money, it'd see us

What happens now?

We need to find those blokes.

Where are the girls?

Who knows?

They come home when they want.

Will you go and get your assistance book?

We'll come back for the girls later.

All right.

Here!

You can't go up there!

You've got no rights!

I thought you said the girls weren't here.

Well, how was I supposed to know you were back?

Excuse me.

She's nice, isn't she?

I'm sorry, Mum. I'm sorry.

Shut it.

Wait.

We've got one here, Phil.

What's going on?

Nick?

Get the car.

Stupid little cow.

Who's a stupid little cow?

You were the one who brought the bloody coppers home.

Put the gun down.

I told you it wouldn't flay me word.

It had worked.

They believed every word.

Then why are they here?

They came to ask questions and collect your dad's paying book.

And that's all they'd have gone away with if you hadn't been so bloody

told you to wait.

She's lying, isn't she? You knew it was us did that post office today.

I had them looking for blokes, and they'd be looking for them forever if

hadn't bought that bloody record player.

You were the ones that did go looking for Dad, that they'd never find him.

Dad was dead and buried. She did it. She planned it all.

And this silly little bitch got greedy.

Why couldn't you have listened?

Stop it, Sue, please!

You keep out of this, Jeannie!

Well, what are you going to do now, eh?

Shoot me.

Shoot one of the coppers.

Then what?

You're useless.

Just like your bloody father.

And now we're all going to end up inside just like him.

What are you doing with that?

We've got to find him a new home.

Ain't got one here.

Well, it's the least we can do.

We owe it to its father, Alfred.

He did lead us to this lot.

Yeah, but he weren't Alec who'd done it.

One of the girls was wearing a dead boiler suit.

The dog recognised the smell.

There's another one down to Greengrass.

Come on.

All right.

I want a word with you, Greengrass.

Outside.

I'm busy.

Now. It's important, Nick. Only Claude's about to win us the match.

It's important enough.

Oh, well.

You ought to hold your horses, won't you? Why is it? Double top. Aye. Aye.

Not your night, Claude.

Come on.

Get my arrows out, will you? Excuse me.

Claude?

Does this thing run on alcohol?

Don't talk bloody duff.

Then why have you got a Guinness label instead of a tax disc?

Supposedly this means you're going to do me, does it?

I'll have to.

All right, then. Well, I'll see you in court.

The bloody same, aren't they?

Victimisation, that's all it is.

Things back to normal, then.

It didn't seem fair to tell him he'd be eligible for a reward.

Oh, Nick.

You should tell him.

Ruin another evening for it.

My baby kisses me.

Heartbeat, why doesn't love just be in my memory?