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

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

No, no, no, no. Don't throw your love away. Oh, you

might need it someday.

Don't throw your dreams away.

No, no.

Oh, it's a bit cold out there.

Who's that from?

Alex's executives.

He wanted us to have it.

They're not going to sell the house till the summer.

So they say I can continue running the practice from there for the moment.

That's a bit vague, isn't it?

No. It gets more specific.

We accordingly suggest that you vacate the premises within three months.

What are you going to do?

Find somewhere else, I suppose.

I can hardly practice here, can I?

Aidensville Police.

Yeah, yeah, hang on.

Hello? Yes, Mrs. Sidney.

It wouldn't have made any difference, Susan.

There's nothing you could have done.

Can I come up to the house and use your phone, Mrs. Sidney? Yeah, of course you

can.

And there's a couple of questions I need to ask.

Forms to fill in, you know. Yeah.

I'll put that out for you.

Come on.

Come on now, Pep.

She had a really good life, you know that.

And the one thing she would not want is for you to be sad at a time like this

now, would she? Eh?

Eh?

Come on.

Morning, then. Morning.

Al, do you know how good his play agent round here?

You think you're moving on, then? No, I'm not. Katie's.

I'm sorry, I didn't know. No, we've got to find somewhere else for a surgery.

Plumbers are fishmongers.

Ashfiddley Police here.

We were just inquiring where you get your produce from.

Beg your pardon?

Strange but true. One vanload of prawns and assorted shellfish went swim about

between Whitley Bay and here.

Blake to fill you in. He wants to have a word anyway.

So what's the name?

Yes?

Sorry. Rowan.

I thought it about fish.

Theft from a lorry parked in a lay -by between Loftus and Whitby.

Hasn't that been happening? On the A1, yes, but now it seems they've moved into

our area.

Well, what's been taken?

Well, read the report.

Shellfish, mainly.

Except for one automatic washing machine.

Probably a one -off.

Yeah, or money laundering.

Is that meant to be a joke, Rowan?

Anyway, CID say, can we have a scout round? The chances are this stuff's all

down south by now, but check these goods anyway. There was a load of offal

stolen on Monday.

Go and find your father and tell him Dr Roman's here.

Poor little thing.

She was devoted to Mary.

She was her nanny.

Seems like she's always been with us.

Then Jack got her that cottage at the end of the lane.

Any family?

A grandson, Peter.

You need to live with her.

Do you have an address?

Morning, Doctor.

Hello. Sorry to have to meet at a time like this. Jack, Dr Rowan was wondering

if we have an address for Peter Begg.

No, we don't.

The lad's been in Birmingham for the last year.

There'll be an address in the cottage somewhere.

But we were never that close to young Peter.

Morning, ladies.

If we just go out and take it for you, dear.

You want that?

I hope so, too.

Last lot I had off you. I gave to a cobbler for making boots. No, it's all

right. Excuse me, Bill. Can I have a word, please?

I'd like to know where you get your supplies from.

Well, me beef and me lamb I get from Pickles. And me poultry I get from

Broadhurst. And what about your offal?

Pickles again. Why?

Somebody been complaining about the size of my sweetbreads.

Has anyone else offered you any meat or offal recently?

Wouldn't touch it if they did, Constable.

I might be small, but with me, my ladies know they get quality.

That my girl?

All right, thanks, Bill.

Good morning, Walter.

Heard about Mary Begg.

What?

Passed away this morning.

Never.

I only saw her last night.

She were out as rain.

Well, her Jackson's last went round this morning.

She was gone.

Oh.

Well, you're right, Walter.

Look, why don't you sit down and I'll pour you the brandy.

No, no, I'm all right. Thanks, thanks.

Morning, sir. What can I get you?

A pint of your best, please, and how fresh are your pasties?

Any fresher they'd be leaping about in the fields.

I hope you're right, lass.

I can tell.

I'm in the business.

I'll have two, please.

Coming up.

Do you happen to know the whereabouts of our Mr Claude Greengrass, landlord?

A friend of yours, is he?

You could say.

Hello. How's it going?

Too much like hard work.

Nick, can you do me a favour?

Yeah, what?

Old Mary Begg died. Could you go through her things and find an address for the

next of kin?

Yeah, OK. I'll pop round there now.

I'll get cleaned up and come with you.

Oh, your Auntie Eileen phoned this morning.

Eileen? What did she want?

She wants to come and see us.

What did you say?

I said that we're in quarantine with yellow fever. What do you think I said?

When's she coming?

The day after tomorrow.

That's a bit sudden, isn't it?

She probably wants to get away.

It's going to take her a while to adjust to being on her own.

Nick.

Do you think she minded that we didn't go to Arthur's funeral?

No, of course she didn't.

She wouldn't be coming here, would she?

Such an intrusion.

You should try being in my job.

Yeah, we'll start with this.

Our letters should be private.

The old dear was 83.

It's hardly likely to be from her lover, is it?

Dear Gran, just a line to say I'm well and I hope you are too.

Peter.

There's an address here in Birmingham.

I'll get someone to go round and tell him.

It's true, then, about Mary?

I'm afraid so, Mr Pettigrew.

You know, I couldn't believe it at first.

See, I only saw her last night.

It's down to Siddons, is this one. She should never have been left alone.

Well, they looked after her, didn't they? Mr Siddons bought this cottage for

her.

But he wouldn't let the grandson live here.

Because Sins didn't want the lad mixing with his daughter.

Oh, no. You don't get something for nothing out of that one.

If you're selling out, we've

either got one or we don't want one.

Now then, private Greengrass, you'll get none of my plum duff.

Oh, fire.

Banner Bailey!

doing here?

When we were demobbed, I said I'd look you up.

I know, but it's only been 20 years. You need to rush like this. Better late

than never.

You'd better come in.

I'll fill you a cup of tea.

Another decanter?

Another flipping decanter. You and me, we're fruit bowls.

Cheer up, girl. What's the matter with you?

Oh, I don't know, Dad.

I'd have been just as happy with a small death. Oh, no.

You're my special girl.

It'll be one day Aidensfield won't forget in a hurry.

Hi, George.

I'd like you to meet an old army pal of mine, Banger Bailey.

Ah, we've already met. How do again? Hello again.

What sort of name's Banger?

He got it because he made the best bangers of machine northern command,

he? So what's your real name?

Do you know, lass, it's been that long. I forgot.

Two pints, please, landlord, and whatever you and the young lady are

I'll get them.

At least your pal's not a skinflint.

Oh, well, he's a businessman like me, isn't he? You know what they say, it's

made round to go round.

You've still not told me, you know, what's actually brought you up here.

from the pleasure of seeing your ugly mug, you mean.

Ashfordly point to point next weekend.

I didn't know you were interested in the GGs.

Thought a pack of cars were more your line of country.

Took a few bob off you in the old days, eh?

Worst poker player in the whole flaming army.

It's only because I've got an honest face.

Shame it didn't go far enough down to me hands.

Four bob, please.

Hey, what actual business are you in now, anyway?

Bailey's Mobile Snack Bar.

Race courses, gym carners, county fairs, the lot.

Doing all right, eh?

I can't complain.

Hey, you don't own any wedding catering, do you?

Of course.

Got anything in mind?

Come into the office.

Who does Jack Siddons think he is, anyway, with all his hairs and graces?

I mean, anyone would think his daughter were marrying royalty.

But she's a nice girl, Susan.

Oh, look, don't get me wrong.

Susan's grand.

It's her dad that kept me.

I did the rounds of all the local fishmongers and butchers yesterday,

Surprisingly, no -one's been offered any suspect prunes or offal.

Well, it was always a long shot.

Oh, er, Rowan, Jack Siddons has been in touch with me.

There's quite a wedding he's putting on, and he wants someone to help organise

it. Yeah, that suit has done well for itself.

Aye. I hear all the big knobs have been invited.

That's right, Rowan.

I've just received my invitation.

Good of you to come, Constable.

They'll be putting the marquee up out here, and we've got a field way up at

back we're using as a car park.

How many guests are you expecting?

Oh, closer than a couple of hundred.

No, they're very well connected, the Talbots.

Big landowners in Carnforth.

It might be an idea to put up a few more road signs.

Good thinking.

Hello, Susan.

Hello, Peter.

How are you? Oh, fine.

Good.

I'm sorry about Mary.

Thanks for keeping an eye on her for us, eh?

I just wish I could have got there a bit sooner.

Well, you did what you could.

She appreciated it.

What are the police doing here, eh?

Oh...

Some business of Dad's, I should think.

Susan! Have you got a moment? I need a hand.

Come in.

Look, I'd best be off.

I'll see you around.

Bye.

Hello, lad.

How's it going?

All right.

Sorry about your gran.

Yeah.

I was wondering, like, what sort of plans you had for the cottage.

I'll be putting it on the market after our Susan's wedding.

Susan's getting married.

Why? Did your gran not tell you?

No.

No, she didn't.

Richard Talbot.

Manages his father's estate up in Carnforth.

She's done very well for herself, our Susan, and no mistake.

Edensville Police.

Good morning, Mr Siddons.

Right.

OK, I'll be right there.

Who's that?

There's been a break -in at Clough Farm.

Someone's nipped the wedding presents.

We were in bed. I came down to make a cup of tea and it was like this.

Really nerve.

I'd have had the shotgun to him if I'd have caught him.

Do you know what's missing?

Oh, if a fair idea.

Mostly valuable stuff.

An antique silver punch bowl that Richard's grandad gave him. That was a

heirloom.

And none of you heard anything?

Well, like I said, we all slept sound.

Even the dog.

Love. It's great to see you. You're looking well.

I'm fine, really.

So are you.

Country, I must agree with you.

How are you feeling?

Oh, you know, a bit strange, I suppose.

That's hardly surprising, is it?

Sometimes you see that I'm mad.

Don't you know no one alive can always be loved when

everything goes wrong?

Here, Claude, I hope you know what you're doing.

This place is swarming with blue bottles.

Don't worry about them. They're probably delivering the bridesmaids' dresses.

Have you had many visitors lately, Mr Fiddens?

Only folk delivering presents.

I suppose there has been a lot of talk about the wedding.

There's been talk about a lot of things.

I've been lucky, Mr Rowan.

Lucky to have a home like this and a lovely daughter.

I'd do anything for her.

I just want Saturday to go smoothly.

But what with Mary dying and now this, maybe my luck's running out.

I don't think you'll find your wedding presents in here.

I'm sorry.

I really wasn't sure. Why don't you tell me?

I'm sorry. I didn't know what to say.

Well, how about...

Hello, Peter.

I haven't seen you in ages.

By the way, I'm getting married.

Is that so difficult?

Obviously, yes.

You had to leave it to your father.

That's the plan, isn't it?

Do as your daddy says.

Follow the money.

Not like that. Isn't it?

What is it?

Over here, Sarge.

It's a couple of pillowcases.

Well, don't just stand there, Bellamy. Bring them out here.

Oh, that's a bit of luck.

So they dumped the stuff and ran for it.

Well, shall we leave it here? I mean, they might come back.

No, it's a waste of time. I knew we'd find it.

No, just get it fingerprinted.

I'll go up to the house and give them the good news.

Well done, Bellamy.

No, not at all, Sarge.

Why do you think they left it here, though?

Does that make sense?

Maybe they got cold feet.

Bit late for that, isn't it?

Here's a towel.

I hope you'll be comfy.

I'm sure I shall.

You obviously don't regret moving, then?

Not for a minute.

When you were lodging with us, you wanted to work in one of the big

hospitals.

Suits us both better up here.

She'll make a grand doctor, that girl Arthur used to tell everyone.

He was very proud of you.

Nick's sorry he can't make it back for lunch.

He's in the middle of an inquiry.

Oh, my little knight.

I've got a lovely surprise for you both.

Al? Aye.

Who's got it in for Jack Siddons?

I've heard there's some sort of problem between him and Walter Pettigrew.

But Spenny Farm.

Miserable old sod.

There was some dispute about some land that Pettigrew claimed was rightly his.

Their farms back onto one another.

So what happened?

Well, there was a big court case. It was over 20 years ago now.

The court found in favour of Siddons.

Oh, Club Farm went from strength to strength. Our pitifuls went down the

They blamed Siddons for that as well.

Oh, they had a hell of a lot of parties.

So he's a man to bear a grudge, is he?

That's the understatement.

Thanks, Al.

Mr. Pettigrew, can I have a word, please?

What about?

There was a break -in at Clough Farm.

Oh, serves him right.

Where were you around midnight last night?

In bed, wherever a gun -fury of mine should be.

What's all this about, then?

Would you mind having your fingerprints taken?

What the hell for?

So we can eliminate you from our inquiries.

All right, then. Go on, then. I mean, I've got no two -eyed. Go on.

Get these down here.

They'll make you feel better. I've nearly finished.

They're going to look lovely.

Dad just wants you to have a day to remember.

I think he just wants to impress the village. That is not true.

You're his only child and he wants to splash out. Listen, don't spoil his fun.

His fun? Is that all that matters?

Greengrass? No, Mrs Hiddens.

It's all right. Jack's expecting us. Is he?

Oh.

Jack!

We've got greengrass for you.

Hey, you're a right bonnet.

We had a bit of an impression there, Bunga.

Nerves. Right. Come on through.

Good to see you.

How are you? Oh, I can't complain.

Hello, love.

Hello.

I don't need to ask about you two. You're obviously blooming.

I just wish Arthur had lived to see you so happy.

Yeah, we were both really sorry.

It was a blessed relief for him in the end, poor love.

Which brings me to my news.

Eileen's got a surprise for us.

But you wouldn't tell me until you got here.

I know I could have written, but I wanted to see your faces.

Kate, dear, Arthur has left you a little legacy.

She was always his favourite niece.

Well, that was very kind of him.

£500.

I'm sorry, Eileen. I couldn't possibly accept it.

He's left me well provided for, if that's what's worrying you, Katie.

He was a very thrifty man, your uncle.

Thank you, but I'm serious.

And we don't really need the money.

Now, how about some food?

Kate. I'm starving.

Hey, why don't we need the money? Well, we're hardly on the bread line, are we?

Kate, it's 500 quid. Look, it's my decision whether I accept the legacy or

Oh, so it doesn't concern me.

All I'm asking is for you to respect my wishes. And what about Arthur's wishes?

I'm not taking the money and I don't want an argument about it. Oh, come on,

Kate, there's something you're not telling me. Oh, drop it, Nick.

I'm tired.

Morning. Morning. Let's hope it improves.

My lassie's getting wed tomorrow.

Oh, your daughter is? Aye. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you. Thanks.

Pettigrew's off the hook.

Those prints at Clough Farm weren't his.

Back to square one.

Which leaves us without a suspect.

It's hardly the crime of the century, is it, Sarge? I want this cleared up,

Ventridge. You forget, I'm attending the wedding tomorrow.

So am I, Sarge.

You are, Owen.

Since when?

Since the Piddens invited their family doctor.

I told you all the big knobs are going.

Don't be silly, Beth.

What's done is done. Leave them be.

This'll be the same lot that broke into the house, won't it?

Well, the chances are, Mrs. Hiddens, but it's a bit early to say. It's a bloody

conspiracy. I mean the wedding's tomorrow.

Look, it's time you caught the beggars.

It's gone beyond a joke now.

No, Jack, what are you going to do?

I'm off to organise some more flowers.

Nobody makes a fool of me.

It's all right, darling.

I'll sort something out.

It's just some crazy people.

But nobody's going to spoil your day. I won't let them.

Dad,

they're only flowers.

This business with Susan, something not quite right.

Yeah.

Well, apparently she's been behaving quite strangely lately.

I think maybe she doesn't want to get married at all.

Well, she wouldn't have done it, would she?

I mean, raking the flowers is hardly going to get the wedding called off.

Might get it delayed, though.

Wouldn't be the first time someone's changed their mind.

She certainly had the opportunity.

It would explain a lot of things about the breaking.

No.

All she had to do was say no.

Easy for you to say.

Peter!

Peter, it's Susan!

Peter!

Look, I know you're in there. We've got to talk about tomorrow.

Peter, will you let me in?

Peter!

You're quiet tonight.

Ruined. You can't wear this.

Kate, I've got loads of shirts. Don't worry about it. Just leave it.

I wanted to get this job done.

What's the use?

Do you want to tell me about it now?

What?

Eileen.

It's nothing to do with Eileen.

It's about Arthur.

Go on.

Having Eileen around just stirred it all up again.

It was awful, the way he treated her.

And she just had to put up with it.

With what?

You know, when I was lodging with them, I came home early one afternoon and

I went into the bedroom looking for Eileen.

And there was Arthur in bed with someone else.

He tried to give me some money.

Ten pounds.

I suppose he thought he could bribe me not to tell.

You didn't tell.

I didn't.

I moved out instead.

I couldn't bear to look at him.

I didn't take his money then, and I'm not going to take it now.

All right, lads.

How's your back? All right now.

Morning,

girls. Morning, Jack.

Oh, they're lovely, aren't they?

Morning, everything going well? Yes, fine, thank you. That's it.

I want you to tease on me, baby. I tell my sister in cherry red.

You wrote me so hard that I'm falling off your bed now.

Please stop messing around, messing around all the time.

You were getting ready, honestly, to see your father.

You've been pestering those caterers since seven o 'clock this morning.

Now, you have to get that done, because we don't want you fainting as you walk

down the aisle now, do we? I'm not hungry.

Susan.

Darling.

What's wrong?

Don't you want to marry Richard?

Of course I... I do, Mum.

What do you think, then?

Is it Peter coming back that's upset you?

No.

It's not that.

I mean, I wasn't so much upset at seeing him.

No, Mum.

I'm scared.

Of?

Something else terrible's going to happen.

It's not.

Everything's going to be all right.

What a

waste.

Mm.

Do you think this is deliberate?

You mean someone's tampered with the food?

They could have.

Well, it's possible, but it could have just gone off.

I'll arrange some tests.

Let's have a word with the catering manager.

Right.

Oh, we'll have a good wedding, don't you?

Some of the guests look dead miserable.

I wonder who played silly buttons with the road signs, eh?

Heaven knows.

Probably the same person who ruined the flowers.

Are you sure you're all right, Dad?

I'm fine now.

Don't you worry about me, Pet.

What's that?

It's... Pettigrew!

He's doing it on purpose!

Now, Dad, don't hold yourself up. Look, he needs moving. He needs moving on.

See?

Pettigrew!

You can move this bloody contraption now.

There's no law says I can't park it if I choose.

Not if you're causing an obstruction.

So what are you going to do then? Arrest me? Just move it. Come on, Walter.

It's Susan's day now. You'll only spoil it for her.

How's it going, George? Nearly ready?

I've had some rush catering jobs in my time at nothing like this.

You know, there's 200 guests at this wedding.

What do you need a hand?

Hand? We need a lorry.

I hear you save the day out there.

It were nothing.

I just said things had gone far enough.

Anyway, it'd spoil it for Susan, wouldn't it?

A real sad case, that one.

Oh, yeah?

Another broken heart.

He was telling me about it.

He mentioned no names, but I reckon he really liked that.

Well,

it's going very well, Rowan.

Bit of nonsense outside the church, but I soon sorted that out.

Yeah, I heard, Charles.

The other half, don't you think?

Oh, there's nothing like a big society wedding.

Bride looks a picture, eh?

Yes, she does, doesn't she?

Excuse me.

Grand job,

George.

I should have come to you first.

Always happy to oblige, Mr Siddons.

We'd prefer a bit more notice, normally, mind.

Lots of trolls are going down the street.

Why didn't you tell us it might have been Peter when all this started?

Well, I couldn't really be sure.

You must have had a good idea.

Yeah.

But I didn't want to say because I couldn't be sure if it was him or not.

And I felt guilty, I suppose, because of what happened between us and him going

away. I just felt it was all my fault.

Anyway, even if he did the other things, he wouldn't have tried to poison us.

Well, maybe not, but it's quite a coincidence, isn't it?

Yes, but even if it is, it's all over now.

It's not quite as simple as that, I'm afraid.

So what are your plans?

I haven't got many at the moment.

tidy up here, get back to Birmingham.

You can't stay here?

No.

Well, I can't say I'd want to, really.

Too many memories?

You could say that.

Well, a bit of a shock, grand dying like that.

Being here sort of brought it all back.

It wasn't the only shock, though, was it?

How do you mean?

You didn't know Susan was getting married, did you?

What's that got to do with anything?

Her family's had a bit of trouble lately.

A break -in.

A bit of vandalism.

We're going to find out who did it, though.

Because we've got a set of fingerprints.

Now, later on, I'm going to need a set of yours.

So is there anything you'd like to tell me first?

Kate, I can't just leave things as they stand.

Are you sure you won't reconsider?

I've made up my mind, Eileen.

It's very generous, but I can't accept it.

I think I know why you don't want to take the money.

It's Arthur, isn't it?

What do you mean?

Can we sit down?

All right.

I didn't realise. You knew.

But you mustn't hold it against him.

Your uncle was always a ladies' man. I knew that before I married him.

You mean you knew all along what he was like?

Of course I did.

I can see why you're surprised, but he was my choice.

I loved him.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Not for me.

We had a good life together after me, in spite of everything.

It made me so angry, the way he treated you. He was always very careful to keep

it from me.

He loved me too, Kate, in his own way.

But it was really unfair, expecting you to accept things the way they were.

But I did.

What's fairness got to do with it?

Look, Kate, that money isn't just from him, it's from me too.

I want you to have it.

I want to be able to think of the good things you can do with it.

That'll help me remember the good times I had.

I didn't poison anyone.

That's a lie.

Will you admit the other two charges?

I just wanted to delay things a bit.

So you broke into Glove Farm?

And I messed up the church.

I know it was stupid.

I just wanted to make her see that... Well, it's me that she should be

Not that... Look, Mr Rowan, I swear to you, I have nothing to do with her dad

being ill.

What about the road signs?

No!

What do you reckon, Nick?

Well, I think the road signs were down to Walter Pettigrew.

And the poisoning?

No, I believe him.

Well, he's already admitted to burglary and malicious damage.

Yeah, well, let's leave it at that for now, shall we?

Fair enough.

Who are you?

That must be a physical confirmation on that food.

Only the smoked salmon and the prawns were off.

The rest was fine.

I must speak to the caterers. They must have stored it properly.

No, the caterers didn't supply the seafood.

So who did then?

This chap I know.

He said he could do me a deal.

What's his name?

And it seems such a bargain.

I just wanted the best for my Susan.

You didn't do any business with Claude Greengrass, did you?

You could have been charged with murder.

Why don't you have a day off, eh? You must know I had nothing to do with no

poisoning.

Jack told us it came from you.

So where did you get it from, eh?

Banger Bailey.

I mean, it's in the trade.

How the hell were I to know it would dodge you?

Her licences were issued to Bailey's Mobile Canteen.

On those sites...

And these dates? Looks like Banger Bailey chatted up his drivers over a cup

tea, found out what they were carrying... And broke into the vans.

So, we've got him.

The only question now is... How does Greengrass fit into all of this?

Look, all I got out of it were a bit of commission for me trouble, but nobody

does hope for naught, do they?

I mean, I didn't know the stuff were nicked.

It were a wedding. I was just trying to do the happy couple a bit of a favour.

You'll be telling me next that Jesus wants you for a sunbeam.

I can have you, Greengrass, for being an accessory.

How many times do I have to tell you, Blaketon, I had nothing to do with the

robberies. I mean, I hardly know the damn bloke.

I thought you were good old comrades in arms together.

wartime, wasn't it? Oh, and when you're trudging through muck and bullets, you

can't be too fussy about who you're rubbing shoulders with, can you?

Trudging through muck and bullets.

You and your flat feet never got further than Catrick.

I checked with army records.

Oh, well.

They also serve an only standard way, you know.

Goodbye, Kate, dear.

Bye, Eileen.

Nick?

I've really enjoyed my visit.

A bit livelier than you thought, aren't they?

At least I'll have something to tell the neighbours when I get home.

Have a safe journey.

I will.

Take care of yourselves.

I'm so glad you changed your mind about the money.

So what changed your mind?

She knew.

She knew all along.

About Arthur?

She guessed that was why I left.

But I'm not going to keep the money.

I'm giving it to the old people's home in Ashfordly.

In memory of Alex Ferryman.

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