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

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

Hi, Gina. How's it going?

But it was them!

It was the beer room, Mum!

Aidan, please.

Oh, hello, Gina.

All right. Calm down.

Right. I'll play.

I'll be with you as soon as I can. Bye.

Sons and your daughters are beyond your command.

The old road is ravaging.

So get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand.

Because the times, they are a -changing.

Alfred.

Hi there, Ted.

Guess it is your dog, eh?

Come out of there, Alfred.

I've been told I got away with animals, man. Have you?

Not with this animal, you've not.

Hope you realise you're camping on private property.

Property's theft, Dad. Ain't you heard that quotation?

Not lately, no. But I've got a quote for you. You owe me 15 and 6 rent.

Easy, man.

I've got bread.

Only deal in cash.

Are you staying?

You must be a yanker, son of a...

I just need something to hang me at for a while.

Sit in the sun, watch the grass grow.

Oh, if you come to the right place, I've got acres on it.

This is far out, mate.

Don't talk. Daft Eden fills only half a mile.

The beer old man again, are you sure?

He had the gear on, Sarge. George had left the window open and said Gene never

got to close it.

Well, at least he didn't get the takings. He'd have a job.

George sleeps with him.

It seems he takes anything.

Ornaments, clothes.

Oh, there's a tale going round that he doesn't take out sometimes.

Just bakes a cake and then goes again.

I don't find this funny.

In fact, as a certain nasty little man once said, my patience is now at an end.

This one man crime waves, he's making months of us for the past four weeks.

He's the talk of the North Riding.

Now, there has to be a pattern.

Rowan, talk to me.

Well, until last night, the break -ins have been in or around Ashfordly.

Could be his target in Aidensfield.

And women.

Right, Ventress.

You check the records.

Bellamy, I want you to revisit the scenes of the crimes. And, Rowan, you

up on any newcomers in Aidensfield. Any questions?

Oh, just one, Sarge.

Who set my patience as an end?

Hitler.

Just before he invaded Poland.

All right, George?

I've been worse. I've been better.

Coming to something when you don't feel safe carrying your takings to the bank.

Yeah, we need to catch this crackpot, George.

You let me know if you see any strangers in the village.

Well, there was a van parked at Greengrass's I've never seen before.

Spotted it earlier.

I'll take a look.

Oh, well, you can't miss it. It's painted all psychodaisical.

Yeah, another long -haired layabout, I expect, living off such as me.

See you.

Hello. I'll give them to Floyd and Spiro, man, if I ever catch up with

Well, listen, little guy, all right?

I don't believe it. It can't be.

Nah, it's not Bob Dylan. I bet he can't even play that thing.

Who were that supposed to be?

Bob Dylan, you old fuzzik.

Come back merry, old lads. They're all forgiven. I'll have a whisky. Family

size. Mr Dylan will pay. All right, Bob.

Here, right out, Claude.

Here. You kids want a drink with me?

Oh, shit.

I'll give you old fuzzik.

Jason owns the van, I take it. What was it to you?

Nice car.

What's your name?

Queen Jane, approximately.

Joan Byers.

And who's this Jason?

Oh, he's just great. Knows all the groups. He's just Jason. Don't waste

breath. You known him long?

What's he supposed to have done? I didn't say he'd done anything.

What's he doing round here?

Touring with Bob Dylan.

Can we go now?

Bye.

I tell you, Jason, man, when you walked through that door, I thought, it's him.

It's Bob Dylan.

Nah, can't lay claim to that.

But when I was rowdy with the Kinks, I picked up a few things.

Oh, yeah?

What, these are the Kinks' pledge rooms? Yeah.

Yeah. Help yourselves.

So tell us about them then, Claude.

Not much, but he's got plenty of money. He's got a good voice and all.

Has he?

What can I get you, love?

Love would be far out, darling.

But for now, I'll have the same again for me mates.

You're a scholar and a gentleman.

So what's your bag, then, Dad?

My bag?

Yeah, your line of business, man.

Oh, I do a bit of everything. Dealer, breeder, haulage contractor.

War hero.

Philosopher.

So what's your philosophy then, Claude?

Possibly, I don't know.

Probably, if things don't change, they'll stop as they are.

All right, man, I can live with that.

I, er, sing a bit myself, Jason.

Oh, yeah?

That's cool, Gina.

Perhaps we can get together and work on a couple of numbers.

Yeah.

What about Joe Starling over there?

No problem.

Oh, I've got to go. See you later.

Yeah, ta -ra.

the last time you had a petanus jab, Mr Platt.

Can you remember?

Never had one.

I wouldn't have bothered her with this, but she would make a fuss.

There you go.

How do you like pop music, Murray?

Pop papers is all she thinks about these days.

The world's gone mad if you ask me.

I like the kinks in the pretty things.

So do I.

Lads with hair like lasses.

Lasses with skirts just below their backsides.

Any road, she's not joining them.

Lasses aren't safe gadding about with this B -roll man running loose.

Well, young girls need a bit of fun, Mr Flax.

Fun?

There was a time folk worked hard and kept the Sabbath.

Things are going to ruination if you ask me.

We don't go out on a Sunday, are you?

Don't you get out to dances, then?

Dances?

That's a laugh.

They won't even let me listen to Radio Luxembourg.

Quiet, Marion.

I am quiet.

Yes, well, I really must be going.

I used to think everyone was the same till a few years ago.

I thought all the world stopped for Sunday, but it don't. It's just us.

Barmy, blimmy and flappy.

Time was, Bairns had respect for their elders.

Yes, well, you keep that arm cuffed up, Mr. Flax. I'll be back with the

testimony as soon as we can.

Uh -huh.

Well, he's certainly a ladies' man.

Out of eight reported burglaries, six have been on females.

Hmm.

Young 'uns and all.

Yeah, I know, eh?

Bye, Eric.

Barbara Fletcher.

We used to watch her playing tenet at school.

Bouncing Babs, we used to call her.

Oh, I can imagine.

Barbara told yesterday of her horror upon waking to find the so -called Biro

rummaging in her wardrobe.

Luckily for Mrs Taylor... Mrs Taylor?

Oh, Barbara, you got married!

Looking for Mrs Taylor, her 16 -stone husband, whose hobbies include

weightlifting and amateur boxing, was in the next room.

So where's he from, then, this bloke with the psychedelic band?

London. Out of the music business.

So how long has he been camping at your place?

Turned up last night.

My, as soon as I heard him, I knew he'd got talent.

Matter of fact, I'm negotiating to be his manager.

Well, that'll be the kiss of death for his career, then.

Thank you.

Nobody wears jeans with creases in.

Well, they should.

I think it looks much nicer.

What's up, Maggie?

Sit down.

You look as if you've seen a ghost.

No.

Barrowman.

Where? The Levemore.

He came straight across the field at me. He was right on top of the car. It was

so weird.

All right, you'd better show me.

sprung over the wall round about there.

That's an old burial mound over there.

That was the thing?

Yeah, I think so.

No sign of any cars up there, then.

No, several tracks. Maggie didn't see any vehicles.

Nice motor.

It belongs to those two blondes I saw up at Greengrass's.

I don't care with you, I can't go wrong.

Then put your little hand in mine. There ain't no hill or mountain we can't

climb.

Babe.

I got you, babe.

I got you, babe.

We never played darts in this bedlam.

Three pints, please, George.

Right, well, I'll carry on here tonight.

You're having a good time, George.

There's some dodgy cigarettes about, Nick. Why don't you smell them?

Here, Nick.

Is that them?

Yeah, I'll have a word.

You're off.

The only thing we've done until now is moving in on the talent.

Hey, Nick, is it right that Spiro breaks into places and then bakes a sponge

cake before he leaves?

Yeah, that's right, Colt. I'm going to do him for baking and entering.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Hey, Jake.

You're the local pub. I was asking about you.

Hello again.

Hi, mate. Hello. Nice to meet you.

You're from the smoke too, eh?

Here, whereabouts are you from?

Catford.

So what are you doing this far, Nuff?

What is this, the third degree?

I just fancied a change of scene, OK?

Not looking for any kind of trouble.

I've got plenty of bread.

Do you want us to sing again, Jane?

Yeah, go for it, Jane.

The cop just loved your music.

What's he say, then?

He says he's got plenty of bread.

Ah, well, he would have, wouldn't he?

If he's the beer -o -man. Right, we've had a few questions. Does this smell,

marjuana?

It's just herbal cigarette sound.

We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do

We gotta get out of this place Girl, there's a better life for me and

you Yeah, it's a Jason Brown, mate, with Catford.

Bring on a record.

Yeah, that's right.

Ask for me if they've got I Believe by The Bachelors.

That's a criminal record.

Yeah, OK.

Right, thank you.

So you think our visiting troubadour's got some form, then?

Well, they're just checking. They're going to call me back.

Roy! Get yourself over to Flax Farm. There's been another break -in.

Beer, old man, again.

And go through that farmhouse with a fine tooth comb.

Or a sieve.

Yeah.

the things he took don't matter.

But that wall clock, we've had it in family for years.

And you left the house about nine o 'clock, Mr. Flax.

I tell thee, I was out cutting thistles.

Mrs. Flax? She were with me.

Marion disturbed him when he ran off.

Where is Marion?

Oh, she's gone to the village.

Okay. Relax, Mr. Flax.

I'll come back tomorrow and change the dressing.

I'll need a word with your daughter.

Thank you.

I'll be in touch.

Love this clone.

Thank you.

Relax, Mr Flax.

I can't believe you said that.

Bad people, Nick.

Can't be much of a life for Paul Murray.

Hey, Jason, you know all these watsit plants?

Pepsi comes.

Ah, sounds like stomach trouble. Are you sure those sell?

Like hotcakes, Dad.

I wish you'd stop calling me Dad. People will start thinking things.

Come on, Jason.

Yeah, you coming for a ride?

Chicks, eh, Dad?

They never let go.

I know.

I used to have the same sort of trouble myself.

I just wanted a quick word.

I gather you saw the bureau man.

Blimey, right I did.

Is she your girlfriend?

No.

I had a friend once.

Great at sports she was.

Didn't last, though.

Why not?

Well, isn't it obvious?

When I saw what her house was like, I nearly had a fit.

Couldn't bring her here, could I?

Were you in on your own when you came in?

I'd been out walking.

I come back in and there he was, taking the clock off the wall.

Did he say anything?

Did he, Hank?

We just stood and stared at each other for ages. Then he screamed and I ran

away.

You mean you screamed and he ran away?

That's what I said.

I'll go now.

Once upon a time it ran so fast.

You've got oil on your nose.

Is that better?

No.

They're going a bit fast.

There's Nick.

Now you don't seem so proud about

having to be scrounging your neck.

Over there.

You two, over here.

Now, listen here, we've got a problem here with identification. We've got one

driving licence in the name of Paula Clegg and one Laguna Club membership

owned by a Sandra Gordon.

We don't know which one's which.

That's right, Rowan.

The driver's dead and the other one's on her way to Ashfordly Hospital to get

patched up.

Bit of a toss -up, isn't it, Sarge?

I've got a 12 -ball.

I want both sets of parents at the hospital pronto. So you two get hold of

and Mrs Clegg and I'll talk to Mr and Mrs Gordon.

And what do we tell them, sir? Just the basic situation.

No gory details. And you best get some photos of the girl.

Please come to the hospital. Your daughter's probably dead.

No. Your daughter's been in a serious accident and may be alive.

How many times do you have to do this, Al?

Too many.

Come

on,

don't be daft!

Shoot! I'll be ready next time!

Where's Paula?

I want to see her now.

If you'd like to step this way, Mr and Mrs Clegg.

Rowan.

What's happening there?

One girl's having emergency surgery, Sarge. It's touch and go, I think. The

other girl's in the mortuary.

What are the photos?

Well, these are useless, aren't they?

What's all this whispering?

If we don't get some information soon, there's going to be trouble.

Oh, Mr and Mrs Clegg, do you know Mr and Mrs Gordon?

Paula told us so much about you.

Aye.

We've heard about you and all.

Where's our daughter, Sergeant?

That's all we want to know.

Where's our Sandra?

Can I have a bit of service? I've been robbed.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

No need for that. There's a list of the stuff that's been nicked.

We need a statement.

A statement? You want to get him caught. It was that flaming Biro man.

Really? Young's his usual type.

Yeah, nothing goes for young women.

I hate though, Claude, it's quite a haul.

You sure it was him?

Well, of course I'm sure, and I want him caught.

You're flaming useless, you lot.

Claude, we have more important things on at the moment.

Like what's running in the 230 at Ripon?

There's been a fatal accident up on the moor.

Two lasses and a green death -trap sports car.

But... Oh, we were only about two hours ago. They were having a picnic up at my

place with that Jason.

Right.

OK, thanks, Al.

Unblemished. No scars, no unusual birthmarks. They could be twins.

Now, you said the girl that was driving the car was wearing a hat.

You see this one? Yeah, that belongs to Paula Clegg. She's the one with the

driving licence. It was her car.

Do you manage to see the surgeon?

Stomach content showed the girl was highly intoxicated.

On the picnic clock.

Cannabis, Sarge.

Cannabis?

Didn't think I'd mention it yet.

No, I wouldn't.

No, I've spoken to Alf.

Greengrass saw the girls picnicking with that Jason just before they set off in

the car.

Tell Bellamy to pick him up.

Do they belong to your daughter, Mr King?

Aye, they're Paul's.

She loved this hat.

But it is her car.

Yeah.

I bought it when her A -level results come through.

She was a damn good little driver.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to come and identify the body.

They were always swapping clothes, Bill. You know they were. Hey, June.

You couldn't tell them apart half the time.

You know what young girls are like.

Besides, this isn't our Paula. She wouldn't be seen.

She's never worn a cheap thing like that.

She's not dead.

I know she's not dead.

It's possible.

Well, in that case, we'll just have to wait till the dental records come

through.

I'll try and speed him up a bit, Sarge.

I'm not waiting for that.

I'll identify her now.

No, I wouldn't do that, Mr. Clerk. Not until it's absolutely necessary.

Bill.

We're the devil of these dental records. We can't go on like this.

What are you gawping at?

Not much.

What's that supposed to mean?

We know all about you.

Paula used to tell us, didn't she, love?

She was right at home with us.

Ah, well, she would easily have laid a fool to her sin.

We never had a bit of bother with our Sandra till she met that wild lass of

yours.

I'll not have some stuck -up Jerry Bill to slag my daughter up. All right, all

right.

I'd just like you to know we're doing our best to resolve a very difficult...

Oh, it's not enough.

Take me to Mortuary now.

Can't you see this waiting's driving us all round Bend?

Very well, sir.

She's dressed for a blooming holiday, not hospital.

She's always the same.

I thought you'd never met the Cleggs.

Paula used to take her off.

Their own daughter, laughing at them.

We're sorry for them, of course.

And with our only child.

Well, it's not her that's dead.

Look, Tom, Mary, we don't know anything for certain yet.

But he's gone to identify the driver of the car.

Well, that's that, then.

Alessandra's only had a provisional licence a couple of months.

There's no way she'd be driving that car.

He's back, poor devil.

Think I should say we're sorry?

Just a minute, Tom.

She's smiling.

It's Sandra Gordon.

My best breaking news.

Poor Tom and Mary.

How do you get over something like that?

You don't. You just learn to live with it.

I suppose so.

This should never have happened.

Someone got those girls stoned. I think I know who's responsible.

Furniture brought so proudly, so...

expensively, though hopefully from England, almost a quarter of a century

It's piled in storerooms.

All that's a rot.

Thanks a lot, mate.

See you later.

No, you don't. Ow!

Ow!

Ow!

Police. Caller.

Wasn't it him?

It was Vero, ma 'am.

Hello? Yeah, it's all right. The police are here now.

Yeah, OK.

Him.

Watching telly.

Sitting here in my... I

don't know what things are coming to.

Mr Greengrass getting robbed.

Now Maggie.

Anything could have happened to her, Nick.

I thought I saw beer a man myself this afternoon.

Two little girls playing a game.

Sent quite a chill through me.

He was at that crash.

What do you mean?

He was dancing on top of a hill.

Like he'd seen it come in some sort of weird ritual.

Nick!

It's records for you.

Hello? Paula Clegg, regain consciousness. Let's get to the

Rowan.

Hang on, Sarge.

Right.

He has been a busy lad, hasn't he?

All right.

Thanks. Bye.

Guess what, Sarge?

Enlighten me.

Jason Brown, the bloke staying out of Greengrass's, got three drug

had a backyard in Catford full of cannabis plants.

Oh, no wonder he's headed up north.

And he's not a rock legend.

He's a pastry cook.

Right, Ben, let me find our wandering minstrel and bring him in. And look a

harder this time.

Sergeant.

Where the heck have you been?

Around.

Just going to say farewell.

Don't know why I was hitting the road, man.

I'm sorry to have to bring it up, but you owe me over to rent.

You don't think I'd split without paying?

All right.

Two, three.

Have one for the road.

I'm going to miss you, ma 'am.

So you were with Jason Brown shortly before the crash?

We just had a picnic at his place.

And did he give you any drugs?

No.

You know he's been a pusher for years.

Jason's a dreamer. He's harmless.

Leave it for now, Rowan.

Just a couple more questions, Sarge.

Where would you normally get your drugs from, Paula?

The Laguna Club.

There's a load of pushers there.

Sergeant, there's a PC Ventress on the phone. He says it's urgent.

So what had you taken before you left yesterday?

Nothing. I swear, we haven't dropped an ounce through, have we?

Constable, I must insist you go now.

You must have taken something.

Look, we had a picnic and Sandra jumped in the car.

She was like that.

Impulsive.

She asked if she could drive.

I killed my best friend.

Sister?

Well, Bellamy's located Jason Brown. He's back at Greengrassage.

Observation.

Alf? I reckon I should go in and get him.

He's ready for the off, I'm telling you.

Cavalry on its way.

Well, they better not be long.

Alf, we've got development.

You've got to be covering for him, Sarge.

Where have you been, Blakiston?

The name is Blaketon, sir.

And we've just been to ask your daughter a few questions.

She's in no fit state to be interviewed.

You're not human, you coppers.

Your daughter could still be facing a charge. Come on, talk garbage, man.

She allowed Clowndon to drive, 17 years old, without old plates or insurance.

Is that all you've got?

A miserable road trafficker, Pence?

Can I remind you, Mr Clegg, that Sandra Gordon died as a result of all this?

Mrs. Bates, do you know Jason Brown?

Yes, I do.

He asked permission to see our Paula this morning.

Any luck, Rowan?

No, not really, Sarge.

Oh, thank you, Rowan.

I'm afraid beer, old flower, is not an illegal substance.

Whatever they're on his nose are.

Well, let's find out, shall we?

All right, all right, that's enough.

Tanked up a bit early, aren't we?

Just having a good time, man.

Did you get these kids down, Jason?

How did he get to be such a boy scout, man?

Search, Mr Brown.

You'll have to empty your pockets, I'm afraid.

We've reason to believe you may be carrying certain substances.

Phil?

What's that, pot?

No, Sarge. Leave him alone.

Sure, Pete, I'm clean.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Down at the station.

If you've no objection.

My pleasure, ma 'am.

Well, let me take him.

Rowan, do you want to come this way, man?

We've got to get out of this place.

If it's the last thing we ever do, we've got to get out of this place.

Yeah, all right, I was with them before the crash.

We had a picnic.

Not all against that.

They were both intoxicated. White wine.

A couple of glasses each.

I think you've got nothing on me.

You mind if I smoke?

Yes.

Not nervous, are you?

You must be used to this by now.

I'm not a criminal, man. All I'm trying to do is live free and die happy.

Like Sandra Gordon?

That's not down to me.

Did Paul Assard give them a dab?

Nah.

You got nothing on me.

The devil's made that.

Come on. Come on. Come on. There you are.

Good boy.

Well, I'll be on my way then, lads.

Thanks for the hospitality.

I've got to think about decorating now.

You're going to get the passing trade.

Ta -ra.

Well, back to square one, Rowan. If he's clean, where do we go from here?

What's up?

I think we might have searched the wrong place.

You're out in for?

What are you up to?

I've a dressing on a gangrenous leg to do, then back down to Plattsburgh Farm

again, check on the old man's hands.

Well, you take care.

See you.

What I'm trying to say is, and I mean this very sincerely, is that... You know

what I mean?

Let's go with the flow, man.

She's a lovely woman.

This is beautiful.

Farewell, keg dad.

Yeah, farewell.

Goodbye, son.

What about the greenhouse stuff?

It's all yours.

So long, dad.

Oh, no, I'm not.

Keep a welcome in the old times.

Looks like we got here just in time.

Rowan, check the greenhouse.

Ventress, Bellamy, round the back.

It's a local fight again.

No, of course not.

About three of them come along at once.

Having a party in here, are we?

We've got a search warrant, Greengrass.

Know yourself.

I have nothing to declare except my genius.

We'll see about that. I was just leaving anyway. You're not going anywhere, not

till we've searched this house like the proverbial dose of salt now. Sit down!

Did you find anything, Rowan?

A few tomato plants, Sarge. Aye, well, you and Bellamy upstairs, Ventress, keep

an eye on our genial host.

Host of golden daffodils.

He's not genial, Sarge, he's either kind.

Have you been eating this?

Thank you very much.

You've had cake, Jason.

Picnic fair? Nothing to do with me.

Ventress.

Watch him.

And that cake.

Come on, Rowan.

Make the bed while you're up there.

Oh, Taylor.

You're on a slippery slope, Claude. Oops -a -daisy.

There's a car.

It's that bloody nurse again.

Nothing. But at least we got the cake.

Bring it up.

Bring it up.

Ventress, what are you doing?

Sarge.

What? About the cake.

What about the cake?

Alfred's just eaten it. Come on, bring it up. But it's evidence.

Well, I'll be on my way then.

I'll take that.

Hang on. Hang on, hang on.

What have you got in there, then?

Nothing.

Well, let's have a look, shall we?

You like the Who, Jason?

I think I do a big time. Oh, no, man, don't smash me guitar!

Well, well, well, and what have we here?

OK, sunshine.

You're nipped, Ben and me.

Take him out.

Where did you get that clock from?

What clock?

That clock.

That's from Flax's farm.

Did you nick it?

No, no.

Jack Flax's lad.

Jack Flax's daughter.

Married him?

Yeah, you know, she like... Brings me things.

Where are you off to, Rowan?

Flax's farm, Sarge. Maggie Bolton's on her way out there.

Hello, Mrs. Flax?

Mrs. Flax?

Hello? Maggie?

What are you?

What do you want?

You're frightening me.

Please. You in there, Maggie?

Nick!

That's far enough.

Got him.

Leave it, Mr. Flax.

I might have let some daylight into him and all.

Step aside, PC Rowan.

You don't want to do that, Mr. Flax.

Don't I?

I'm just about sick of the likes of him.

Vandals.

Scum.

Blasted heathens. Get out of the way, I tell thee. You're a God -fearing man.

Now put the gun down.

Take his mask off, then.

Let's see his cowardly face.

Go on, Marion. Take it off.

Marion.

Why?

things too.

It's all passing me by.

Everyone's having a good time and has friends but me.

I wanted her to be my friend.

What do you think will happen to her?

Well, I don't think she'll be treated too harshly.

I'd probably take the view she needs help, not punishment.

I hope so.

Nick?

Thanks.

I've come for my stuff.

Good morning, Greengrass.

You sleep all right last night, Claude?

I've never had nightmares like them.

Put you off choccy cakes for a while, then? Very good.

Ah, green grass.

And how are you feeling this fine morning?

I'm not a well man.

My husband's been howling all night. I think he's in need of psychiatric help.

Well, come on, where's me things?

What things?

The stuff that was nicked. Watches and that. I'll give you a list.

How about this?

I'm not in the mood.

Now, come on, lads, stop messing about. I believe there is one item we've got

that belongs to Mr Greengrass.

Ventress. Yes, sir.

It's all yours, Greengrass.

And I hope in the future you'll think twice before dabbling in illegal

substances.

That's what I call a good riddle.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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