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

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

I haven't got him, Mr. Armstrong.

I don't carry that much on me.

Never.

Tomorrow.

First thing.

twice and once.

Catherine Ferris, I baptize thee in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and

of the Holy Ghost.

He's disappeared, boss.

He left in a hurry.

Find him.

I need him.

This is splendid.

It's really old, isn't it? It's a family heirloom. I would have gritted in it if

it was Kate.

A tradition which is fading, I feel, along with many others.

I was wrapped in the flag.

V -Day.

Go on, Maggie. Have some food. Indulge yourself.

Oh, um...

I just wanted to say thank you, Vicar.

It must have been difficult, Nick.

But I feel that Kate was with us in spirit.

I'm very proud.

Thank you.

You all right?

Yeah, fine.

Good.

Pass us the beetroot, then.

Nick, can I have a word?

Yeah. By the way, Nick, it's a beautiful present you must have found.

Don't you think, Sergeant Blaketon?

Oh, yes.

She must have been very upset she couldn't be here.

Devastated and colourblind.

Don't mind me.

Look, just call in at the station about six o 'clock tomorrow evening. I've got

a D .I. Woodhead coming down from Newcastle at the I .D.

It's a plainclothes job.

Great. You want to sign Eileen up for the race trip, George?

I see refreshments.

Race trip?

I've not been told about this.

My new day at the races.

Fish and chips or a sourbuck.

Then we lose a load of money and cry into our beer.

It's a good day out.

Put me down for it. Forget it, Maggie. They're barred from every public house

from here to Ripon. Hello, everyone.

Oh, Eileen. Thank you.

I'll get it, Nick.

Oh,

is that PC Rowan in?

Yes, his daughter's christening.

Oh, I've come at the wrong time.

No. Is it police business?

Well, you could say that, yeah.

Hello, Nick.

Long time no see.

Is there a problem, Eileen?

No, a visitor.

A woman?

I think they must be old friends.

Oh, yeah.

Bad timing.

No, no, not at all.

You look well.

I was passing. I've got friends in Whitby.

I remember.

Do you?

I heard about your wife and your baby. I thought I'd call in.

Well, come and see her.

No, I don't know anybody.

They won't buy it.

Come on. Come and meet Katie.

Now, Claude.

Oh, she's beautiful.

Yeah, she is, isn't she?

She's got her dad's nose.

You were really cute when you were a kid.

Was I?

Yeah. What happened?

Where's she from?

London, Axton. Long time no see, she said.

She's a bit off, that Minnie.

Out. She's a bit of all right.

That's what I need.

It's what we all need.

Oh, we all do.

And grow out a bit.

I hope not.

Sarge, this is Sergeant Blayton of the North Riding Constabulary.

Pleased to meet you.

Hello.

And this is Sergeant Jill Criddle of the Metropolitan Police.

I was just passing and I thought to myself, isn't this old Claude's neck of

woods? Did you? I did, and I thought...

Doesn't old Claude owe me some money?

I think I paid you that. You haven't, Claude.

You've come at a bad time. I'm amazed to hear that, Claude.

But you could do me a favour to pay me back.

It all depends what it is. I need somewhere to stop for a few days. Why,

after you?

I've business in the area.

Business? Could there be a bit of something in it for me?

I've always been a good friend to me mates.

How long do you want to stay?

We shouldn't be here for more than a week.

We? You can't bring any women in here. All right, Claude, keep your hair on. I

wish I'd got something.

It's only Eric.

You are joking.

Alfred, you're great in mud!

Say nothing.

Eh? I want to know what, where and why.

Oh, you think you know how, then, by now, don't you?

All right.

Aye. Not bad.

How are you?

Fine. Good. Good.

Is he in?

He's waiting for you.

Right.

Zenny. She's a big improvement on Inspector Murchison.

Yeah, she is, isn't she?

Yeah.

In my opinion, Inspector Murchison was a very attractive woman.

DI Woodhead, Newcastle TID, PC Nick Rowan. Pleased to meet you, Nick.

Is this your man? Aye.

Frank Elliot Armstrong.

Frankie to his mother, Mr Armstrong to everyone else.

And what business is he in?

He owns a couple of gambling clubs.

Uses them as a front for his criminal activities.

Nothing moves in our area without his nod.

Protection rackets? Aye. He offers bandits, slot machines to pubs and

Well, they know better than to refuse.

Armstrong's bought himself another club in Scarborough.

But he hasn't moved down here without a reason.

Now, there's a grand opening of his new club on Thursday night. We want you to

go along and have a look round.

Right, sir.

He's a nasty piece of work.

Oh, I think PC Rowan can take care of himself.

He'd be a lot less conspicuous with a woman on his arm.

Don't suppose you've got any spare WPCs around the place?

I'm afraid not, sir.

Actually, there is somebody, sir.

Sergeant Jewel Criddle.

She's in the area, visiting friends.

She's with the Met.

Well, let's see if I can sort it out.

He's the man, the man with the Midas touch.

A spider's touch.

A cold finger. A cold finger.

Thank you. Thank you.

Is the desert fine so far up north?

Well, we have our moment.

There's a lot of money in here.

Yeah, a few dodgy faces and all.

Just like old times.

It is, isn't it?

Yeah.

Everything all right?

Fine, boss.

What use of Billy Black?

He disappeared, boss.

You're not looking hard enough.

I reckon he's moved on.

Gone south.

Not Billy Black.

He thinks you're Paul off the edge of the world at Scotch Corner.

We'll find him, boss.

Tell him.

I'll give him a chance to wipe the plate clean.

Tell him.

In his case, there might even be a life after death.

We're beginning to stand out. Which one are you going to try?

I don't know. I've forgotten the rules.

This one.

How much did Boudet give you?

20 quid.

Well, hand it over, then, and I'll be your floozy.

Red, green.

Isn't this our man?

Who's parking?

19. You moved it. I said 19.

You called 21, sir.

Hey. Hang on a minute.

You'd like to come with us? Yeah, quietly.

I'm just going for a walk. Be careful.

having a good night not bad lived much before sometime and you well

now and then this is my club is it it's very good thank you i

hope you'll allow me to buy you a drink later it's very kind of you

I was looking for the toilet. You got the wrong place, friend.

Yeah, looks like it. Yeah, it does, doesn't it?

Here you are.

Hello again.

What are you doing here?

I was looking for the toilet.

Well, I'm ready to go.

Yeah, I'm coming.

Excuse me.

I'll know where it is next time.

Thanks. Don't mention it.

He had some places marked down on the map.

And I've come out 30 quid up.

What a team.

So, Armstrong's into war -stopping, is he?

Yeah, it looks like it's hard. There's Blakey Wood, Newton, Lipperdale. They're

all racing stables.

Did you get them all?

No, no, I had to get out a bit sharpish.

And you reckon these are all on his wanted list?

Oh, we need to take a look.

Right, then.

This is my business.

One of the biggest tables round here, you know. They reckon he's got a race in

certainty for Rippon.

Can you get me in?

Can I get you in? Can I duck?

This is my backyard.

I can go anywhere I like.

I hope there's going to be a few quid in all this for me.

Aye. Enough to leave us both in clover.

So, are you coming or are you going to stop by all morning?

In love.

What I want is a small stable with a few good hosts.

I know a few trainers like that.

What about this one?

Captain Curram at Flannery's.

I know Flannery's.

Whereabouts is it?

Keep going, I'll show you.

Hi.

Hello.

Nick not here.

I'm supposed to be meeting him.

Oh, he didn't say.

I've been to get my stuff. I'm moving into the village pub for a couple of

nights. It's more convenient.

I suppose it is.

Look, I wouldn't want you to take this the wrong way.

Sorry.

Nick is so vulnerable at the moment.

I don't know how to put this without seeming rude.

No.

You're worried that Nick's going to fall for the first woman who comes along who

seems to offer him some light at the end of a dark tunnel.

I suppose I did mean something like that, yes.

Oh, really?

He's gone to the shops.

Fine. I'll go and meet him.

It'll be all right.

It'll be like taking sweets from a baby.

I'll tell you.

When do we do it?

Tonight. And tomorrow, Mr Flannery's going to have his fastest racehorse

Queen coming along.

Fine, thanks.

I'm glad I've seen you.

Oh, why?

I'm a bit concerned about Nick.

Hmm?

His old friend, Jill.

Oh, Sergeant Criddle, you mean. Well, she's a nice enough lass.

Is she?

Well, I believe so.

Now, come on, Eileen.

They're former colleagues, old friends.

You've got nothing to worry about.

Hope you're right.

What are you drinking, Claude?

Scotch, a big one.

And I'll have a pint of strong.

I'm Billy, old mate of Claude's. Pleased to meet you.

I'm looking for business opportunities in the area.

Claude's showing me around.

Oh, he's well up on business opportunities, this Claude.

Hiya, Nick.

And it's Jill, isn't it?

Yeah. Be careful what you say.

Mustn't matter.

Right, Claude.

Very well, thank you.

Constable.

We've put you in the back. It's much quieter.

I've just made it up. Thanks.

You're welcome.

Will you have a drink?

No, thanks, Jules. No, we're off to the coast.

Oh. Well, I'll take your bags up.

Showing you the sights, is he?

Sort of.

Very nice.

I'll see you later, then.

Ta -ra.

What's next?

Ah, another couple of miles.

It's a pub in Eldering.

Should be on the main drag, guys. One -horse villages are all the same.

Hang on. Look who's here.

I don't believe it.

Find some way to park.

I am doing.

Come on.

I get the feeling that Armstrong's a bit big time for up here.

Oh, I don't know.

There's more to it than sheep wrestling.

You're enjoying this, though.

Playing clothes work.

Makes a change.

Don't you miss London?

No. Don't believe me.

Well, Kate missed it at first.

We both learned to love it here.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean... No, it's all right.

It's turned out to be everything I've always wanted.

Beautiful countryside.

Real people.

Some of us want excitement.

What happened to you and that D .I. Broaddus, then?

Oh, police marriagey basis.

I married him on the rebound. I didn't realise at the time, but... Anyway, I

threw myself into my career. I'm joining CID when I get back.

You'll be the first woman commander.

It'll never happen.

What about you?

You've given up on promotion?

Haven't thought about it for ages.

Mark down at the Met.

You'd have been Inspector by now and you know it.

I should come back.

I'm going to leave all this.

Here he is. The man himself.

Billy Black.

Who's that with him?

Dunno. Some old tramp.

Are they stunning?

I love racing. My ex, he was a gambler. He took me once and I was hooked.

Hey, you!

It's Armstrong.

So it is.

I don't want the likes of you around my horses.

Well, are we on private property?

Just get back into your car, or I'll have my lads put you back.

Oh, I wouldn't do that. I don't want any trouble.

I was just admiring your horses.

He's coming up here.

No, we're out walking.

Ah, the beautiful lady gambler and her wandering boyfriend.

Hello.

Taking in the sea air?

Quite a pleasant place to study for.

Just what I'm doing.

I like to make my own judgments.

And have you?

I might have done.

Will you be at the races tomorrow?

Hope so.

I'll look out for you.

We'll have a drink.

Bye.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah, he's off to one of those beauties down there.

He's going to fix the big race.

So that's where he's been hiding.

Let's go and get him.

No, we'll let him keep filling the pot.

We'll pick him up tonight.

The tiger's in his lair, yes.

Hello, old friends. How are you getting on? Here in a dull grind of honest

coppering, we'll ask one around the countryside with a smart bird on my arm.

That's very flattering. Thank you very much, Constable.

I'm saying nothing.

And there was me, thinking you were saying too much.

Armstrong spent the afternoon watching Boothby's horses exercising on the

And? Well, it's the big meeting at Ripon tomorrow.

Boothby's got some of his horses running.

It's not that time of the year come round again, is it?

Yes, it is.

Oh, dear.

The one day of the year where normal, decent, upstanding members of the local

community climb aboard a charabang, rampage through the countryside to Ripon

Racecourse, lose their shirt, fall over drunk, and drown their sorrows in every

public house on the way back.

Winters! In here!

Right. Ripon tomorrow, is there a favourite for the big race?

Well, it depends on the going and all.

Well, just take a look out of the window and give me an educated guess.

Fab Four.

Fab Four.

What stables is it at? At Boothby's.

Well, that's it.

He's out to nobble the favourite. Right, Ventress, you and Bellamy on guard due

to the night. I'll phone Boothby and warn him.

Rowan? Get out of D .I. Woodhead. Tell him what's going on. Oh, and Armstrong's

used to seeing you in civvies.

So we'll keep it like that.

It's a bit party.

You're going soft.

I thought there'd be a store.

I set the place on fire.

Is that you?

What? That smell.

Equine flatulence.

Yeah, I know, but is it you?

It's the ruddy horses.

We're in for a great night.

You done it? Aye. No problems.

There was nobody around.

You got the right end, didn't you? The brown end, Captain Coram. I'm only

asking. It'll be off like a rocket. Just you wait.

Where are we going to sleep?

Sleep? No sleep for us tonight, Philip.

Not when we're guarding Fab Four.

We're all that stands between Ashfordly and the greatest threat to the Queen's

peace is Adolf.

I'll be sleeping in there.

In a stable?

Vegas can't be choosers.

You take first watch.

I'll warm the straw up.

What are you drinking?

Oh, I'll get it. No, come on.

Perfect. Point to Beverly, George, and is Nick coming?

He said he would if he could.

Well, make it two.

So, you've known Nick a long time.

Yeah.

Well, give me the lowdown.

In school, he was my first boyfriend.

Didn't think you'd make it. Eileen let you out, did she?

Everything all right, then? Yeah, we've been having a great time.

Good.

Captain Coram.

Force race.

Put everything you've got on it, Claude.

Dig up your old biscuit tin.

How do you know about that? I mean, I've not got a biscuit tin.

What's going on?

Billy?

Who's out there?

Scared him off. Where are they, then? They're in there.

Any problems, Bellamy?

Not a whisper, Sarge.

Are you all right?

A bit cold, actually, Sarge.

Really?

Where's Ventress?

He's, uh...

He's in the stall.

He's in the stall, Sergeant.

Ventricle.

We're waiting for Claude.

He's never been this late in 20 years.

Oh, he's probably broken down.

Maybe he's making his own way there.

Where's the booze? In the boot.

We wouldn't miss that.

I'll see if I can find him. You go on.

What do you know?

No problem at Boothby's overnight.

Armstrong will still try to get to Fab Four before the big race.

Al Ventress and Phil Bellamy are riding shotgun all the way to Ripon. Good. I've

got some of my lads coming down as well.

So what's Armstrong doing now?

He's going for an early morning constitutional.

Well, how very civilised.

What a beautiful morning.

Ideal morning for a dip, don't you think, Billy?

But tell me the water's cooled.

You don't fancy it?

You've been a bad lad, Billy.

I was always going to catch up with you.

But now that I have, I can't make up my mind what to do with you.

Are you worth saving, Billy?

You think you still have a use?

Well, I've got a job that requires particular skills.

Have you got particular skills, Billy?

Oh, no, you have.

All right.

No swim for you today.

You come and help me instead.

But, Billy, don't let there be a second time.

Lord? No.

Lord?

Come on, you old rogue.

Claude, don't make me give you the kiss of life.

What time is it? I've got to get to the reef.

You don't look fit enough.

I'm all right. I just fell.

You can fill me cleaning up first.

I've got to get to the races.

I've got to back an horse.

Must be a good bat.

It's a race, isn't it?

Yeah, he was showing them around.

Said he was looking for business.

Where are you off to?

I'm just taking him over to the parade ring.

He's going nowhere without me.

Come on. He's got the winner in the first race. I'm not letting him out on

own.

Everything all right?

Yes, Sarge.

Any sign of Rowan?

No, Sarge.

Oh, well.

Eternal vigilance, eh, Ventress?

Yes, Sarge.

Armstrong's here.

One wrong move and we'll have him.

I don't believe it.

What? Billy Black.

They call him the horse doctor.

He was in Aidensfield yesterday.

With Greengrass.

Follow him, Nick.

He's Armstrong's boy.

Boys looking after you, Billy.

Aye, sir, they are, Mr Armstrong.

Ready to go to work, are you?

Aye, I am, sir. Aye.

Good choice.

Come on, Billy, not the first race.

I'm after Fab Four in the big one.

The favourite.

Friends of mine stand to lose a lot of money if it wins.

See to it that it doesn't.

Which one's ours, Lord?

Captain Corwin, number five.

Isn't that your friend there, Paul?

No.

It is. Next to Armstrong, the bloke in the suit.

He keeps some bad company, does Billy.

When do we put the money on?

Probably best before the race starts.

Come on, then.

What happened to you? I legged myself up.

All right.

He's been roughed up.

Probably something to do with that mate of his, the one we threw him with in the

pub. Billy Black. Yeah, he's over there now with Armstrong.

Not anymore, he's not.

You stick with Armstrong.

I'll go and look for Billy.

Hello. Alone again?

Perhaps we can have that drink.

Perhaps we can.

You all right?

Never better.

Some nice friends you've got.

They're no friends of mine. It's them I was running away from.

Oh, well, do me a favour. Next time, run somewhere else. Look, I'm sorry.

Listen, stay away from Fab Four in the big one.

Mate, why don't you just go slower as well as faster, you know?

No hard feelings?

I'll tell you after racing.

In the green, with the white sash, we have Milne Town Red No. 4, closely

followed by the blue and purple hoops of Tarras Valley, and Skipper's Bridge,

grey and deep enough, in the yellow and the red sleeves.

The yellow and the blue hoops, please, is Captain Coram. That's enough to go

down.

What are you betting on?

Captain Coram. Good choice.

What about you?

I'm waiting for the big one.

Have you seen a big fella? He's about 30, wearing a light brown coat and a

cap. Only bad shoulders are allowed in here, Nick.

Keep an eye out.

What's that?

There it's in.

That couple's after us. The one from Hayden's Field.

Here, put this on.

And this.

They don't know what to tell you. Stop whining, man. You'll be all right with

this on. You can just walk past them. They've got a girl on Armstrong. She's

with him now.

I'd best go and warn him. What about me?

Come on. You've still got a job to do. Just start walking.

This is a good one.

Well done, Claude.

How did you do it?

I only have to look at enough.

Armstrong.

Maggie!

We won!

Anna!

They're on to her.

Right, you warn Rowan. I'll get the exits blocked.

Great. I had a fiver on that.

Let's celebrate.

I've got some champagne in the boot of me car.

Well, shouldn't I collect my money first?

There's plenty of time for that.

All right, lads.

Good to see you, Badge.

Oh, aye.

Here it is.

Thanks,

lads. Can't be too careful these days, eh?

Nice job.

Yeah, just around there.

This way.

Isn't this your job?

Just over the back here.

What's going on?

Put her inside.

Claude? Your mate Billy Black.

I don't know him.

Which horse is he nobbling?

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

Armstrong's got Jill and Billy knows where they are.

I shall ask you again.

Fab Four.

What? Fab Four.

You took Billy to the stable door?

I saw him in.

Yeah, well, he'll have done it by now.

And they'll all be out looking for the lady.

Oh, they're new. Good boy.

Be all right.

I've got a little treat for you.

Oh, where, Billy, you mind?

You're a long way from home.

We'd better split.

Dave, you come with me.

Rod, meet you at the front corner.

She's in the back. Right, thanks, Bill.

You all right?

Yeah. I haven't even collected my winnings yet.

I've waited for this for a long time.

Well done, everyone.

Aye, well, he may be the bee's knees in your neck of the woods, but he was

moving up a class when he poked his nose in here.

Jane was sorry. Good.

She couldn't be here.

Nick, you'll have to sort her out. I mean, she's very nice and all that, but

she's not your future. Yes, miss.

Walk mind your head.

That's it.

So I've not persuaded you, then?

About what?

Well, that there's life outside the Met.

Not quite.

You'll have to try harder.

I will.

I'll see you soon.

I'll come down.

You will?

Promise.

I'm relying on you to keep him to it.

I'll wait.

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

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