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

Heartbeats, what does a love kiss say in my memory?

Hey, Joe.

Where you going with that gun in your hand?

Hey, Joe.

I said, where you going with that gun in your hand?

Oh, yeah.

I'm going out to shoot my old lady.

You know, I caught him messing around with another man.

Yes.

I'm going out to shoot my old lady.

You know, I caught him messing around with another man.

And that ain't too cool.

Hey, Joe.

I heard you shot your woman down.

Shot her down, down.

I heard you shot your old lady down.

You shot her down to the ground.

Yeah.

Yes, I did, I shot her.

You know, I caught her messing around, messing around town.

Yes, I did, I shot her.

You know, I caught my old lady messing around town.

And I gave her the gun.

Nick!

Nick!

Aidensfield Police.

Oh, hello, Alf.

The pawnbrokers.

Well, it's been broken into.

Isn't that on Phil's beat?

Well, when did he last ring in?

About 40 minutes ago.

Could be he's on to something.

Having a quiet fag behind the fire station.

Soon as he makes point, I'll send him on.

Some sort of van, you think? Aye, small.

A minivan, maybe?

Like I say, small.

Dark coloured?

Black. Or maybe blue.

No, no, I tell her like, we're green, dark green.

Making such a racket, enough to wake up the dead.

Well, thanks for your help, Mr Harris. I'd given you the number, but it was

going so fast.

If we need to speak to you again, we'll be in touch. Excuse me.

Phil,

Alves just told me.

What happened?

How do you mean?

You're supposed to be doing up in this area, aren't you?

I've got a car up in something.

What's the damage?

Fiona's still checking.

I've got a patient waiting there. I was daydreaming over the paper, I swear to

you. If Mr Parrish hadn't phoned... Mr Parrish? I can't believe he's playing

up again.

Mr Parrish is on my list, Alex.

Yes,

of course he is.

What on earth am I doing?

Feeling the urge to work again, that's what.

Oh, heavens, no. It's just... I'm sorry, Kate.

Damn telephone call obviously got me going.

Don't even think about it.

No.

Well, I... I'll leave him to you then, eh?

Marvellous. I put my head down for five minutes, there's a bloody crime wave.

One of the neighbours saw a minivan when she was putting her cat out. She

thought it was delivering.

Delivering? That time of night?

They deserve to be robbed.

What about this minivan, then?

Well, there's no number for it, Sarge.

But everyone who heard it said it had a rather loud exhaust.

Well, these thieves seem to have known what they were looking for.

Bellamy, you were on duty last night.

Yes, Sarge. Well, a van loading up at the back of a shop, 11 o 'clock at

Where the hell were you?

Well, I checked the premises just before the break -in, Sarge.

And you saw and heard nothing?

Well, no, I'd moved on by then, hadn't I?

What were you doing there, Rowan?

Well, Alf called me up.

Alf?

Well, it sounded like it might have been a mob -handed job.

You know that PC Bellamy might have needed some help.

Right.

Well, you handled it, Rowan.

Jewelry shouldn't be difficult to recognize.

If anything starts circulating, I want to know.

That'd have to be pretty dumb to try, Sarge. If all criminals were

we'd be out of a job.

He's very friendly, isn't he?

Real tough to get Jimbo.

I'm Dr. Rowan. Mr. Parrish called the surgery.

All right, David.

I'll handle this.

Come on then, Doctor.

I'm sorry to make a fuss.

It's no trouble, Mr. Parrish.

When did you first have treatment for this?

Shortly after I came to live here.

Dr Ferrenby put it down to chronic bronchitis.

Were you ever a smoker, Mr Parrish? Not me.

No, you need a good pair of lungs in my job.

Greyhound trainer, wasn't I?

You seem to have made quite a go of it. I had a bit of luck now and then.

Is Jimbo one of your racing dogs?

No. I gave it up some years back.

But I kept Jimbo.

I trained him up just to keep me hunting, like.

Well, what do you think?

I'm not sure.

It seems odd that before you came here, you had no history of chest trouble.

No, it isn't.

I come here for me health.

After I retired.

And this happens.

You were in the First World War, Mr Parrish?

Right, with the West Gents.

That's me and me mates before we left for Gallipoli.

The reason I ask is that some of my patients still suffer the after -effects

gassing. Oh, it's none of that in Gallipoli.

There was Turks, heat flies and thick as two short planks generals.

Just a thought.

Fine -looking young men.

Aye.

None of them came back, you know.

Saving yours truly like.

Here, Billy.

Take one for yourself and all, here. And one for Liverpool Lil.

Oh, thanks, Claude.

You sold another bit of land, Claude. Oh, got me insurance money through for

car at last.

The American one? What took them so long?

They said I was only insured third -party fire and theft, so I told them

was a third party that nicked it and set fire to it.

Mild, isn't it? First time you make a legitimate claim, they try to knock you.

I bet you're made of profit, though.

Naturally. I mean, it's still a liberty, isn't it?

Gina, you know most of the young lads around here, don't you?

Well, I know a few, like... Do you know one with a black greyhound?

Black greyhound?

Oh, that would be David Parrish.

Parrish. Her name rings a bell.

It's not his, though. Belongs to his grandad.

You know, the old chap who bought the Harrison place.

Yeah, David's come 12 miles on the farm. He's not well, you see.

Anyway, what do you want to know for?

Oh, I know that I just saw the dog running, you know.

It looks like a flying machine.

David!

How is he, Doctor?

Not great.

I'll make up a mixture to ease the cost, but he'll have to stay indoors and

rest. I hate to see him like that.

Sometimes he can't seem to breathe at all.

I wish he'd pack it in.

Mum and Dad want him with us, but he won't have it, will he?

Any progress locating that minivan, Rowan?

Not yet, Sarge.

With the dodgy exhaust, we should find it.

Not much to go on, is it?

It's about all we've got.

And if it's local, we'll have it.

Aye. And pigs might fly.

Are you sure it's bronchitis?

Well, it's very common among men of his age in this part of the world.

Yes, but he doesn't come from round here.

And he's had no history of chest trouble until this flared up a few months ago.

So?

So I'm wondering if it might be an allergic reaction.

An allergic reaction?

Yes.

I'm sure I read somewhere about an allergy with symptoms very similar to Mr

Parrish's. Do you know what I do when I hear the word allergy, Kate? I reach for

the syrup of figs.

If you take my advice, you'll do exactly the same thing, my dear.

You're the cop for dealing with that pawnbroker's job on Marshall Street.

Have you got a name?

Yeah, all right.

What number look up?

Right.

I'd still like to know your name.

Concerned citizen.

Right, thank you.

Alf, I've just had a tip -off about that pawnbroker's break -in.

Oh, yeah?

Anonymous. The bloke says the gear's stashed in the lock -up.

Tell you who owns the lock -up.

I've got a name.

Could be having me on. I'll check it out.

Useless, dozy animal.

I'm doing the best I can with him, Mr. Scarman.

Ah, you promised me the Maddles Kirk trophy this year, Wilfred. Give him a

chance, Jack. What do you know about it?

I was just... Wait in the car.

The money I've put into that dog.

Eh? And for what? To be laughed off the sodding racetrack.

Jack, you don't seem to be chasing.

Chasing? Well, you know what it's like with grounds. I mean, you can never

can you? I mean, what looks best when you buy can perform least when you race

it. Spare me the clod kicker wisdom, eh, Greengrass?

Oh, no, just me. You know, when you put your sort of money into grounds, I mean,

it's natural you want a winner.

The only race that bugger will win is a three -legged handicap.

I know, but what you seize is not always what you get, is it?

Just why the hell are you here anyway, Greengrass?

I thought you never asked, Jack.

As it was on a letter.

What have you found?

Some jewellery.

Stolen by the look of it.

Bloody hell.

What do you know of the bloke who rented it?

Not a lot.

He rang up, and we agreed terms, and he sent someone round with the renting

cash. When was that?

A week back.

And how did he sound?

Youngish.

Local, I'd say.

Oh, hang on, I've got an address.

In case of emergency.

There.

Here we are.

Bet that's one emergency he didn't reckon on.

Yes, well, they've made me the captain again this year. Yes, you told us that

the other night, sir.

I'm very proud.

Well, what's this, then? Oh, you got lucky then, Nick. It's about half the

staff, Nick, from the pawnbrokers. Oh, well done, Rowan. It's about time you

started to earn your keep.

Any idea who parked the stuff, then?

I've got an address.

Oh, do we know him?

Well, according to the owner of the lock -ups, it was rented to a Mr Peter

Bennett living at this address.

Do you recognise it, Phil?

Is it some kind of a joke?

What's going on?

It's Phil's address.

It's nothing to do with me, Sarge.

A serious crime is committed on your beat.

You see and hear nothing.

Then some of the loot turns up in premises, rented by a mysterious

your initials and your address.

And all you can say is it's nothing to do with me, Sarge.

I know how it looks, Sarge, but... That's not how it looks.

It's how it is, Bellamy.

It doesn't add up, Sarge.

In fact, the whole thing smells.

Stinks to our heavens how I'd describe it, Roman.

An anonymous tip -off that leads us straight to Phil's address.

Has to be a set -up, Sarge.

That has yet to be determined.

I'll have to search your flat, Bellamy, if you've no objections.

No, Sarge.

Now then, David Parrish, is it?

That's right.

Of this parish?

I bet they all say that.

We've not met proper. I'm one of your neighbours, Claude Greengrass.

Aye, I've seen you about, Mr Greengrass. Well, I heard like your grandad won't

very well, so as I was patting, I thought I'd bring him a nice few fresh

and a couple of watsits.

Aye.

I'll hold him for you.

I'll take you to see him, only he was up most of the night and he's resting now.

Ah, well, best let him rest, eh? Yeah.

It's real decent of you, Mr Gringer. It's the sort of thing we do up here,

know, neighbours.

Is there anything else?

No, no, no.

Well, as a matter of fact, there is probably one favour you can do me.

I'll just take these and then I'll be right back.

Right, I'll look after the... That's my machine.

You've got some quarters.

Well, no one told me about her, the way she lies.

Well, no one told me about her, how many people cried.

But it's too late to say you're sorry.

How would I know? Why should I care?

Please don't bother trying to find her.

She's not there.

There's nothing here, Sarge.

No, nothing here either.

Told you.

It's for your own good, this Bellamy.

Sarge, I'm no thief.

Maybe not.

But someone might say that you have taken a payoff for looking the other

So now you're saying I'm a bent copper, eh, Sarge? I'm just telling you how this

could look to others.

Our superiors in division who don't know you from squid.

Sarge, it's a set -up.

Bellamy may not be brain of Britain, but even he wouldn't rent a lock -up using

his own address.

So what happens now, then, eh?

Well, that's for others to decide.

Until they do, you know the procedure.

You're on suspension.

I'll keep you informed of the situation.

Rowan?

Don't worry, Phil.

I'll sort this out.

Rowan!

You know it's forbidden to see or speak to an officer under suspension.

Yes, Sergeant.

Right, then.

Let's have you.

I'll see you soon.

I had to tell him about it, didn't I?

Yeah.

And,

Jack,

have I got an eye or haven't I?

Ever get tired of your own voice, Greengrass?

Look, Jack, if you don't want to bother... Oh, no offence, Claude. Hey,

bloody hound left Northern Flash standing.

Right. Is it done or not, then?

One way or another, I want that Maddleskirt trophy.

It's on all right.

Hey, and don't worry about the white patch. I'll sort that lot out.

I want that dog racing fit. Get it here on a regular basis.

Leave it to me. Hey, and I'll keep the kid sweet.

Don't let me down, Claude.

That dog will be carrying real money on the night.

Profit for me.

And you, Claude.

Did he have to suspend him?

Well, you know Blaketon. He likes to play things by the book.

Any idea who might have set him up?

No, not yet.

We need to trace that man back.

Oi!

I know that woman from somewhere.

Back at noon.

Who is she?

Literally mine.

Who are those two at Greengrass, George?

I don't know the woman.

Debbie, I think Greengrass called her.

But the bloke, though, he's somewhere else.

Jack Scarman.

Property developer.

Should I know him?

You would if you crossed him in business or hung around dog tracks.

The duty load for night patrol's out.

All right.

Wednesday the 23rd, three weeks to go.

What about it?

Well, I'm on night relief, and Phil was supposed to meet me at the Master Street

cool box.

He was 15 minutes late.

So?

So, it says here he was on time.

You're writing out.

Come on, Nick.

We've all covered for a mate in our time.

Yeah, but covered what for a mate?

It happened again the night of the robbery.

Same time, same location.

And you covered for that and all, didn't you?

OK.

I thought there was a bird involved, didn't I?

Is her name Debbie?

He never said.

And I never asked.

Well, I will.

What? Speak to him while he's on suspension?

What if Blaketon finds out?

You can cover for me.

You're good at that, aren't you?

Mr Parrish!

Up here, Doctor.

How are you feeling?

Not too bad now.

Last night.

I need to ask you a few questions. Do you feel up to it?

Far away.

All right.

Is this the first time you've tried your hand at farming?

Far...

I'd hardly call fattening up a few calves farming, Doctor.

Yes, but did you ever spend a lot of time on a farm before you came here?

No.

Town born and bred me.

I want to take a blood sample, Mr. Parrot.

As soon as the lab check it, we'll know for sure.

Know what?

The cause of your illness.

And in the meantime, I want you to stay away from the barns and the animals.

Not even going to see Jimbo?

Until we get the results of the blood test.

Best not.

Enjoying your holiday?

Nick.

Well, some people have all the luck.

Blankton will have your head on a plate for this.

Well, I was out for a drink and guess who I bumped into, Sarge?

Do you want a drink?

No, thanks.

You sure?

Phil, have you got any thoughts on who might have set you up?

Could be anybody, couldn't it?

I mean, we don't make many friends in this job, do we?

Where were you when the breaking happened?

You weren't on your beat, were you?

Has Alf been talking?

He didn't have to.

It's obvious you were missing.

Splegton, no.

No, not yet.

But he ain't stupid the minute he checks.

Yeah, well, I'll deal with that when it happens.

Were you with Debbie?

Out of order, Nick.

Look, this wouldn't be the first time a good -looking woman was used to set a

copper up, Phil.

Debbie wouldn't.

It's personal, Nick.

End of story, all right?

If she had you looking the other way when that break -in happened, that makes

official.

So where do I find her? Forget it.

Suit yourself.

I'll have a word with Scarman.

She is his bird, isn't she?

Nick!

Wait.

Sorry, mate.

You alright?

Come on.

Scarman's got a scared rotten Nick.

And if he finds out, and he will, you know, if this goes public, you can

what he'll do to him.

Is he violent?

No, with him, it's all in his head.

He gets others to do his nasty bits.

Well, I've checked him out. He's got no form of any kind.

Scarman stays this side of the law.

Business, at any rate.

But he's ruthless, Nick.

It's like he is with his women.

How'd you get involved in all this, Phil?

Found Debbie outside her house one night.

She was in a rag state.

She tried leaving him and got knocked about for her trouble.

By Scar?

No, by one of his dodgy mates.

Anyway, I kept an eye on her and one thing led to another.

Playing Sir Galahad while on duty.

You were asking for it, weren't you?

Still, one thing about all this, it gives us someone with a motive to want

you.

No, Scammon doesn't know anything about it.

Well, they only saw Debbie later, eh? Well, these things get known, don't

And if he did know, what would he do about it?

Well, he'd definitely go for Debbie.

Yeah, right.

After settling with you first, mate.

Morning, Kate.

Hello.

I've just got the report back on Mr Parrish's blood test.

On what test?

To check for allergic reactions.

Oh, yes.

Well, what about it?

It's not chronic bronchitis.

It's intrinsic allergic alveolitis.

It's caused by... Are you accusing me of misdiagnosing Mr Parrish's illness?

No, of course not. You want to know.

You're just teaching me my job. Isn't that it?

No, Alex.

The disease has only recently been identified.

Something called farmer's lung caused by fungus spores in mouldy hay.

I see.

Sorry, Kate.

You couldn't possibly have known.

At the very least, I should have known it wasn't bronchitis.

If I hadn't read that article, I would have missed it too.

But you didn't.

And I did.

Well done, Kate.

Miss Chapman?

Yes? P .C. Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

I'm pursuing inquiries about a break -in at the pawnbroker's up the road.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, I can't answer that.

But it's got everything to do with Phil Bellamy.

It's all right.

He knows I'm here.

You'd better come in.

I don't know what you want to hear, Mr. Rowan.

I've just been asking you to consider the possibility that Jack Scarman knew

about you and Phil.

But he doesn't know.

Someone set Phil up, and I reckon it was Scarman.

You'll never pin that on Jack.

Well, he likes to box clever, doesn't he?

You know, swim through the muck and come up smelling of roses.

If he did want to do Phil, how would he go about it?

Jack?

He's the same bloke he set on me, I suppose.

Do you know who he is?

Don't want to know, do I?

Phil put himself on the line for you.

He's past the age of consent, isn't he?

This business could destroy his career if it's not cleared up.

If Jack is behind it, there is a block he'd use.

He's a bit older than Phil and fancies himself as the right tough guy.

At least where women are concerned.

So you do know who he is?

Yeah.

I've met him.

Jack had him pressuring me when I wanted to leave.

How?

Knocking me about.

Like how I met Phil, when this character had almost run me over.

What's his name?

I only know him as Eddie.

He didn't exactly introduce himself.

Really fancied himself, though.

Drive the cooped -up minivan.

So now we're looking for a minivan with a souped -up engine.

Every witness I spoke to said it kicked up a racket when it was driven off.

Yeah, faulty exhaust.

Well, that's what I thought.

But according to this Debbie, it's got a souped -up engine.

I don't see how it helps.

We can't go round looking under the bonnet of every minivan in the country.

No, it's a minivan.

Dark green bodywork.

With a Cooper engine?

Could be.

Hang about.

What's this?

Farmer's long, then, is it?

Yes.

Will I get better?

If we've caught it early enough.

And I think we have.

But you'll have to stay away from hay and straw.

But what about my calves?

Any kind of animal farming is out of the question.

I can't stay out here unless I'm earning.

Well, I can only advise you, but if you want to get better, you'll have to have

someone else look after the animals.

I can't afford that.

What a bit of a dream, you know.

Having a place like this.

I retired.

I'm sorry.

But your health must come first, Mr Parrish.

Morning, David.

Oh, Dr Rowan.

Keep being busy?

Yeah. Me and Jimbo have been helping Mr Greengrass out.

Helping train greyhounds, but don't tell me Grandad.

I didn't know Mr Greengrass kept greyhounds.

No, not his. Mr Scarman's dogs.

Mr Scarman's?

Looks like well -paid work.

Salty. Mr Greengrass has been really generous about it.

Fish fingers.

I like fish fingers.

Good.

Nick, I'm a bit worried about David Parrish.

He's working for Greengrass and he doesn't want his grandfather to know.

Why? Apparently, Mr Parrish was one of the best greyhound trainers in the

country before he came up here.

Now, Greengrass is using Jimbo, Mr Parrish's greyhound, to help train up

else's dog.

Whose dog?

Jack Scarman's.

I thought that might interest you.

Hello, Chloe.

Oh, frightened the life out of me.

How's your lap been lately?

Oh, you know, open and down, mostly in the middle.

Even on the dog tracks.

You all right?

He's gone down the wrong hole.

I hear you've been helping out Jack Scarman.

Well, he's a bit of business, that's all.

He's, you know, his acquaintance.

I'm looking for a friend of his.

Young bloke, about 30 -ish, drives a souped -up minivan.

Has he got a name?

No name.

Better get him baptised, then, haven't you?

Come on, Claude.

Look, I'm just helping Scarman out, that's all. I don't know about the

who work for him, do I?

It's none of my business.

And no one's ground racing mine.

Until maybe now.

I'll see you, Claude.

Come on.

David!

I've just had the village constable on the phone, David.

Oh, what for?

A chat about you and Mr Greengrass.

And how it might concern Jimbo.

I didn't do anything wrong, did I?

Mr Greengrass said not to worry about it. Don't worry.

I know me own grandson.

More to the point, I know the ways of some of the greyhound world.

What do you mean?

First, tell me what's been happening.

And I mean everything.

Edward Mooney.

You what?

That vehicle's registered to one Edward Mooney. There's been a drift in lean.

It's probably out of date.

Right. I won't be long.

Where are you going?

If anyone asks, you can cover for me.

Hello, Phil.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Can I come in?

Yeah, and what if Blayton is?

He won't.

Sir.

Are you broadening your mind, then?

Well, have you heard of an Eddie Mooney?

Eddie Mooney?

Can't say I have. Why?

Well, we think we found the van, and it's registered in his name.

It wasn't a dodgy exhaust. It's got a souped -up engine.

Well, do we know where he lives?

No, but we found the garage he uses, so hopefully we'll find him soon.

Good. Niff, don't you go wandering off this afternoon. You stay by the phone.

What, I missed this?

Come and get a cup of tea.

You'll look after Jimbo? Oh, don't worry about that. He'll be all right with me

and Alfred.

Right, I'll see you after the big race, then. Right, Olsen.

Oh, what kept you?

Well, I came back as quick as I could. I've just had a call from the police at

Maddleskirt Dog Track.

The van's there and so's Mooney, they reckon.

Have you told Blaketon?

Not yet, no.

He's out at the moment.

Right, well, when he gets back, tell him I've gone over there to deal with it,

all right?

Phil? It's me.

Listen, get yourself over to the Maddleskirk dog track. I'll meet you in

park.

Yeah.

All right, I'll see you then.

Thanks, Al.

You left a message.

What kept you?

Visiting me auntie in Leeds, right?

Hello, Gorgie.

Missed me, have you?

Not very friendly to your mates, is she, Gough?

She's still learning.

Here.

Get weaving.

Gorgie, Gorgie, it's rat six.

Next. Northern Flash.

Northern Flash.

Times today at 29 .40, running in the Murdleskirk Trophy Wraith owner, Jay

Garman, right? Right.

Northern Flash, trap one.

Thanks. Next.

Keep staring at him.

Go on, go on, go on.

Are you sure Jimbo will be all right?

Take it easy, son.

He'll play my game now.

We'll see who plays it best.

This is the one.

I want that basket, Nick. Take it easy, Phil. Come on, let's go and get him.

He's probably going to be with Scarman.

Scarman's here today.

He's got the dog running in the big race.

Everything all right?

Right.

Rembrandt couldn't have done a better job.

Their own mothers wouldn't know my power.

How's it going out there?

We're on next race.

Are we? Trap one?

Hey, not a bad draw.

Right, I'd better get the breast sorted out.

Good.

How much are you having on? As much as I can get.

You're greedy, son.

Yeah, well, reap while the sun shines.

Give the bookies a thumping while you're doing it.

I'll get out and mingle.

Look after Alfred for me, won't you? Yeah.

Scarman's not tried anything, has he? No.

At least not yet.

It's what he did to you.

I can deal with her.

It's you I'm worried about.

Don't worry.

I'm working on it.

We're looking for a friend of Scarman's. Eddie Mooney. Is he here?

He's here, all right.

Over there, in black.

Watch yourself with him.

It's a bloody head case, that one.

I'd better get back.

Take care, Phil.

Hey, hey.

We're moving behind him. I don't want him to see us, all right?

And Phil, this is a police arrest.

At the gunfire at the OK Corral. Come on.

Yeah, what do you want?

Is your dog tied up here?

Yes. Well, it was.

Where is it?

It went that way.

Oh, bloody hell.

Alfred! Alfred!

Alfred!

If Johnny Martin had him on his show, he'd be the purest favorite saint.

. .

.

. .

Thank you.

Thank you.

Eddie Mooney?

What?

Get out of here!

You're Nick's mate.

No good blaming me, Jack.

You're not the only one who's lost money, you know. I've done my brains and

You dozy dozy. A dead ringer, eh? Couldn't fail that man. I wouldn't trust

wolf as far as I could chuck him. He's all bent, he can't lay straight in bed.

bet he's been taking dropsy from the bookmakers.

Oh, Flash.

Garmin!

This ain't Jimbo, boss.

Look.

It's our own bloody useless Northern Flash.

No, no, no, wait, Tom.

Jack!

Jack!

Jack!

No, no, please! This ain't Jimbo, boss! No, no, no, please!

No!

Look what's just blown in.

Of? Nick.

Blaketon called me over.

Must be something to do with his friend Eddie.

Yeah.

And the rest of the pawnbroker stuff we found stashed in his place.

I'm in the clear, then.

Well, Mooney confessed to fitting you up.

Claimed he had a grudge against you.

I thought Scarman put him up to it.

Well, he did.

But if it came out why he did, then his pride goes straight out the window.

What, with the thrashing he took at the dogs?

Debbie -legging it?

Scarman's had better days.

Ah, better me.

I've just been in consultation with our superiors at Division.

In view of Mooney's confession,

You're back on duty.

So let's see your face down here first thing in the morning. Now, off it.

Can't have you distracting the work of these constables here.

Yes, thanks.

And I do mean first thing.

Well, it's obvious Moon is taking the rap for Scarman. Not that we could ever

prove it, mind.

Bit of a mystery, though, why Scarman would want to nobble.

Bellamy.

But then, what would life be like without its little mysteries?

What are you doing?

Dr.

Rhodes. Mr. Parrish. Here, I've decided to take your advice.

You know, pack it in here.

I think that's very wise.

I'm going to live with Dave and his family.

You must be pleased, David. You bet.

Well, when one dream fails, time to try another.

Hey, Dr. Rowe.

What's that?

A trip to Gallipoli.

A last look in on me old army mates in the cemetery.

Hey.

What?

You got any more good tips for us then, Colt?

Next time you do a bit of ringing, make sure it's the church bell.

Why doesn't love just stay in my memory?