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

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

Have they gone mad?

Yeah, they must have gone.

They've finally found some decent music.

That's number one, Eileen.

It's two -way family favourites. We don't expect any caterwauling like that.

You're listening to Danny Black, DB, your DJ, and this is Radio North.

This who?

You can't stop long, son.

Your brother's wedding hour.

I mean, as soon as she comes out of hospital with the baby, well, they're

to need your room.

Stop! What?

Don't you go settling old scores, do you hear?

You're a bad lot, Joe Norton. He was right to put you away.

Can I help you?

I want to see the copper.

Constable Rowan's not in.

Can I take a message?

He heard about his missus.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Shall I say you call?

It's Joe.

All right.

All right, how you doing? All right. When did you get back? Just now.

Come on.

Don't have been in both of them.

He wasn't a bad lad.

He was put away for Arkham.

An old lady's caravan, I mean, an assault on me.

But coming round like that the day he got back.

Well, he was never one to pay his respects.

Maybe it was more than that.

If he's trying to change his ways, perhaps he's looking for help.

Well, that's all we need. Joe Norton back in circulation and bandits on the

radio.

Pirates, Sarge.

That's what they call themselves.

I don't care if they call themselves Captain Hook and run round with parrots

their shoulders. I want these wireless merchants sorted out.

Right, Sarge.

The citizens of Ashfordly have every right to enjoy their Sunday afternoons

without their eardrums being assaulted.

I've had complaints.

They broadcast from Atlas P, don't they?

Do they?

Outside the three -mile limit.

I didn't realise you were such an expert, Rowan.

Point being, they're outside territorial waters, so we can't touch them.

Oh, yes, we can.

Yes?

Rowan, walk this way.

Ah,

Mr Hawkins.

Will you come through, please? Thank you.

Now, Mr Hawkins here is from the GPO.

Investigations. Investigations. Not telephones. Not telephones. And Mr

has been tracking these pirates.

And their signal does not come from out at sea. It comes from dry land, which

means they're committing an offence.

Wireless Telegraphy Act. Which means we can and we will close them down, or

rather you will, Rowan. The signal is being transmitted from somewhere in

Now, Rowan, you will accompany Mr Hawkins while he finds the equipment

responsible, and then we can make arrangements to confiscate it.

What's the heck of a large area, Sarge? That's right.

Like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Well, you best get going, then.

And if you need any help, you can take the dedicated follower of fashion with

you.

It's on again. The king of the discs, that's me, Jamie King.

Oh, no, it's not.

Uncle George!

I've heard more tuneful air raids.

Go and collect some glasses.

Like that sort of music, do you?

Yeah. When I get a chance to, eh?

You'd hear from him with me tomorrow night.

Would I?

There's a disco in the town hall.

Yeah?

Hello. Hello.

Sorry I'm late. I've been on the call. Good to see you.

Yeah. Come on, let's go.

Bye. Bye.

Ta -ra.

So, how was the journey?

Who do you reckon that is, then?

She's certainly staying pleased the same.

I've been turned up at last.

Terrific, innit?

First decent bit of music we've had on the tranny, and we've got to close them

down.

Got her.

Turn that flaming noise off, Gina. It must be Adeline, you're free.

You what?

I'll give you a ten -bob note, right?

You only give me three -and -sixpence change.

Sir? What do you mean, sir?

A whisky's three bop. Two threes are thick. Six from ten is four bop. It's

three and sixpence.

It's the retail price index you see, Claude. What is? That's to blame.

What for?

For me, putting the prices up.

Penny on a pint, throttles on whisky.

Throttles? Hope you realise I'm nearly an old -age pensioner and he already is

one. Yes, you are. And I'll tell you something else. There's plenty more pubs

this area.

True.

Yeah, well, I might start using one of them.

But they put the price up in all clothes.

Thieving swines.

Yeah. I've got some old maid stuff at my place.

Have you? Let's go and suck some of that.

Not putting your prices up, are you? No, it's for notes.

I think I can afford that.

Get left here. Right.

No. No left.

Dick's been meaning to do that for ages.

Something to do.

Still no job on the horizon.

Put my application in for a parasol.

Paratrooper, eh?

Well, yeah.

It's a brilliant life.

You get to see the world. You've got all the gear. You do things.

And you make mates, real mates.

So what do you reckon your chances are?

Not good.

I thought that'd win it.

Sounds like you've been doing some thinking while you were away.

All them things, you know, with the caravan and with the copper.

I don't know why.

It's just a full -blown day. Well, they always put us together, don't they, me

and Trouble?

And after a bit, you think, all right, folk are never going to like me, but at

least they'll take notice of me.

I'd better go.

Joe!

Thanks.

What are you doing in there? Are they keeping tabs on you or something?

Yeah, of course.

And the bar's still by, aren't it?

If we get it right, we can market it. Might be a few bob in it. About time

somebody taught that George a lesson.

Where are we going?

Down the cellar.

What's up?

They've stopped transmitting. We must be right on top of them.

I think we were.

Yes.

Try this.

It's one of my favourites.

What is it?

Rhubarb. Rhubarb.

I think I prefer it dipped in sugar.

Well, you said you wanted something that was quick to make.

This is it.

Aye. You can drink this in four months.

Four months?

I'm thinking more in terms of four hours.

You can't make wine in four hours, God.

I know.

But you can make whiskey.

But that's illegal.

Is it? Oh, well.

We won't have to do it, then, will we?

You talk to him on his own, then watch him with his mates.

I think Joe's at a crossroads, Nick.

Right now, it's either back to the bad old ways or make something of himself.

Go on, Katie.

If folk will let him.

Yeah, I'll pop round and have a word.

Katie? Heard about the other new arrival, by the way?

Hmm?

Maggie's friend?

George said the elusive Mr Bolton's finally come home.

Hi, I'm DB, your DJ.

Cresting the waves with all your raves and faves.

No, it's only an offence to broadcast, not to listen in.

I don't have to get one anyway.

Will you, Dave?

Oh, I've run off my feet.

Ollie, can we get to the car?

Yeah.

Joe.

I was coming to see you.

I've been reporting to me probation.

Yeah, I know.

You've been to the police house a couple of times.

The garden's looking better for it.

I'm sorry.

What for?

About your missus.

All that time when I was mucking about wrecking your garden.

She was dying, weren't she?

Yeah, we didn't know that then.

I've got to go.

You know this is illegal, don't you?

Don't worry, don't get on with it. We'll be here all night.

Have you smelt this?

It's not it. I want to pour it down my throat. Not sure we'd up my nose.

Okay, there's only him in the shop.

And he's half blind.

So we get him talking, yeah? I'll knock something off the shelf on the side of

the shop.

And while he's sorting it out, Joe slips his hand in the tilt. And we've got our

booze money for tonight.

Sounds all right to me.

Joe?

What's up?

Now?

Right then, off you go.

No. What do you mean?

Life's too short, isn't it?

Joe?

Well, it's got to be better than staying in here all night.

Yeah, well, I'm supposed to be meeting Nick.

So we take him with us?

I bet he hasn't been out proper for ages.

Evening. Might do him some good, you mean.

What's that?

Going to a disco tonight in Whitby.

Maggie's husband's been telling me about it.

Maggie's husband?

You'd better think it's going to be great.

So?

Yeah, all right.

Great. Great.

You do a request?

Of course.

Let us in.

He's not that big, you know.

So about it.

Persuade him we're all 18.

Not for another year, Your Honour.

At least.

He's soon livin' things up. He will.

I don't reckon he's been in bore still.

Of course he has. He's gone soft then.

You what?

Leave it out, eh?

He's got to lie low for a bit, that's all.

Doesn't have to stop us having a good time, though, does it?

What's that?

Got him off a bloke last time I was here.

You swallow it? Yeah.

He reckons it's like drinking 16 pips in one go.

Yeah, let's have some.

You're not playing ball, fool boy.

Go on, then.

I told you he'd enjoy it.

I told Gina from the pub, too.

Want a drink?

What?

Come on, Bill.

I'll get the drink.

Ryan Poole and the Tremolos there.

I'm Danny Black, DB, your DJ, and we are going to rock tonight with the Kinks.

I've heard you before, haven't I?

Radio North.

You been listening in?

Haven't had much choice.

Yeah, we did have a few problems with the test transmission, but we've got our

own frequency now.

Yeah? Yeah, we start the proper show tomorrow.

I'm Danny, by the way.

Nick, I'm a local copper.

What?

Well,

you certainly set the village tongues wagging.

Oh? I gather Danny's your husband.

Oh, look, Nick, I'm sorry. I should have told you.

Oh, no.

No one else's business?

Danny's my brother.

But you should have said something.

I just thought the pirate radio connection might make things awkward for

Now, what he's doing isn't exactly illegal.

But that's not how Sergeant Blake's going to see it.

So what frequency will you be using, then?

So I can listen in.

He seems OK.

The local copper.

Yeah.

Hey, look out!

Oh, I'm glad it's you. Can you help us? I'm in trouble.

Thank you.

Must have been a bad batch.

Certainly smelled bad enough.

He did draw off the first lot before he started sampling it.

What do you mean?

To avoid alcoholic poisoning.

Poison?

Don't worry, he'll survive.

equipment.

I mean, well, why did he do it? I know the young lad had his problems, but to

kill himself?

No.

Yeah, well, it could have been drugs related.

What?

Yeah, then out with some of his mates. They'd all take it somehow.

What, something to make a young lad kill himself?

Nobody's that daft.

Who was it?

We're waiting for forensics to tell us.

Are you sure you're up to this?

I keep remembering him as a wee bit.

He was always laughing.

Afraid of nothing.

Yeah.

It's ten o 'clock on Radio North. And it's a wonderful day.

Ah,

Rowan. I've just had the forensic report from Weatherby. Now, when you were at

the Met, did you ever come across lethargic, acid...

Dithylamide, otherwise known as LSD.

Yeah, I've heard of it, sir. I've not seen it, though. Is that what young Joe

was taking, then? Well, apparently it brings on hallucinations and distortions

of perception.

Come again?

Something like your normal state of mind of interest.

So, what did the girl have to say?

She can't identify a supplier.

You do surprise me. Any description?

It were a dark, smoky club.

They'd all had a skinful.

Now listen, this is the second drugs -related death this year, and there's

worse stuff doing the rounds this time, so just make sure you have better

success for those two lads.

Be careful.

You're great, Toph.

Leave it.

Yeah, you heard the man. Dumbo. Don't push it, Jimmy.

Before your men even think about damaging the talent, Captain, remember

a port over there full of sailors looking for nice, easy work.

You've not met Danny, have you? Aye.

Who's that skit? The man that pays your wages, one of them. Hans.

German? Dutch.

And the only thing coming between your friend Jamie and a swimming lesson.

So Joe was out of his mind on LFD?

No. You're out of your mind, mister.

That's automatic.

You won't understand.

Try us.

I can see these amazing colours.

Going on forever.

And I couldn't stop laughing.

What about the headache?

It was worth it.

I could do anything.

I could even fly.

Right, Joe.

You all right, Dave?

They left me.

I could hear them laughing.

They didn't see the spiders.

They were coming at me and I couldn't move.

I sat there and screamed.

All this from chewing blotting paper.

Why can't you just drink ale?

Get a sore head and sleep it off in the morning.

Cos that's for your generation.

You'd be jealous cos you're too old to live.

Remember what the who said?

I hope I die before I get old.

Yeah, well, you take any more of that stuff and your wish might just be

Well, are you coming or not?

I've got it all set up.

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

I mean, we know what went wrong, don't we? Be a doddle this time.

Well, you can please yourself, but if I do it on my own, it's all mine, you

know.

Oh, all right, then.

Go on.

Something's going on.

Hey!

About time we got some news down.

Sorry, man, these are verboten.

Hans wants me to take them into the discos, I'm sure.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. So, uh, leave them, Danny boy.

What Hans says goes, okay?

The Holly's there, riding along on a carousel, which has got to be more fun

riding along with Ethic on the good ship Radio North.

Wonderful rugby, the North.

Joe really did want to make something of himself, you know.

You'd really taken to him, hadn't you?

I was good in every one, Maggie.

Do you know what happened yet?

Yeah, he'd taken LSD.

It's this new drug, supposed to send you a bit crazy.

His mate thought he could do anything, even fly.

Is that what made him do it?

It's lethal stuff then, isn't it?

Talking of which, Nick, word to the wise about Greengrass's latest tipple.

Are you sure you've done it properly this time?

Yeah.

I threw it first lot away, just like the nurse said.

Right, then.

Well, bottoms up.

Well, come on, get it down. We've got to check it if we're going to sell it.

What's wrong with you?

Note.

You mean it's all right? Yeah.

It's wonderful.

Life. Nectar.

How does Hans finance all this?

Usual, I suppose.

Keep back from the record company?

Must be.

Only we can play what we want.

So? So I've worked three of these ships.

Usually it's only the bands that cop up who get played.

No, Hans doesn't interfere.

A word of advice, Danny.

and a sticky nose where it doesn't belong.

Well, we've got trouble.

What's up?

Ronan's coming.

Oh, I knew it.

I knew we shouldn't have done it.

I'm too old to go to jail.

Stop worrying.

You won't think you're looking in the chicken shed.

But the bell jar's in the kitchen.

Go and get rid of it.

How? I don't know. Submit if you have to. Well, I don't love it. Go on, get

cracking. I'll keep him talking.

How then, Constable?

Is this a social call?

Why, are you going to offer me a drink?

What would you like? Tea, coffee, arsenic?

You do better than that, can't you?

Can I come in?

Well, have you got a warrant?

Do I need one?

Well, it all depends on what you're after.

Look, Claude, we neither do this the easy way or the hard way.

Are you making whiskey?

Whiskey? Don't shout.

Of course I'm not.

Now, let me give you a friendly warning.

Stop it.

How can I stop it? We haven't even started it.

Next time, I might not be so friendly.

Where are you going?

Hey, don't forget to wipe your feet.

You don't have technology, Ronan.

Right. I've seen enough, have you?

What did they tell you?

There's a nasty smell in here.

You must know it's Alfred. He's had the trots.

There is no whisky!

Another sound of it.

Thanks, mate.

Hey, did you hear about this kid who jumped off the church in Whitby? Yeah.

They've been dropping acid.

Is that right?

I'd like to do a warning at the end of the show tonight, telling them to keep

off it.

The kids listen to us.

Look, if you want to send messages, become a postman.

What do you think would happen if all the kids out there did what he did? We

wouldn't have an audience.

That's not funny.

Have you been touching these?

I warned you.

And I heard you.

In case you haven't noticed, we're on a ship. Things move about.

Look, just don't make too big a thing about do -gooding.

We're at business, okay?

I told you to get rid of it, not wash the carty out with it. It just slipped

of my hand.

There must have been three bottles in there. I couldn't help it, Claude. Well,

we can't risk making any more, not with Ronan sniffing about all over the place.

Well, we'd best make sure next room's a corker then, hadn't we? Yeah, I've been

doing some reading up.

It seems every time you pass it through tills, it gets stronger and stronger.

I haven't expected you back since the weekend.

Now, the drugs boy.

I heard the anti -drugs message you put out.

It does them good.

That cop a friend of yours.

I need to talk to him.

OK. See you later.

I've worked on three of these pirate ships, Nick.

This one's different.

In some ways, it's just the same.

Long hours, lousy food, seasickness.

But there's something going on.

Look. Bands get ripped off lots of ways in this business.

Dodgy managers, dodgy promoters, and sometimes dodgy record pressors knocking

out copies of their discs.

Bootlegs. That's what I reckon's going on.

Buy one proper record, make a thousand copies and keep all the profits.

They kept warning me off playing some of these records.

It could certainly explain how that Hans character's been financing things.

Who's that?

He's one of the backers.

Yeah, I've been wondering about that for a while.

Danny, don't do this to me.

I can't help it. And I can't do six shifts all on my tod.

Look, I'm sorry your old woman's sick, OK?

You don't need to do six shifts on your tod.

I've got a mate with me visiting.

He's just finished doing a stint down the Astoria Finchley Road and he can

till I get back.

Good, is he?

Are you kidding?

He's one of the best.

Well, it's the same, all right.

Yeah, from the way this Jamie's been behaving, he could be part of the chain.

It's got to be worth a look, Sarge.

Well, that's the next problem, Rowan. As you said yourself, that ship is outside

the three -mile limit, which means we can't get on board.

Well, not officially, Sarge, no.

Nick, there's a bloke outside in a pink tie.

He says he wants to see you.

Well, Nick, he fell for it. You are now Radio North's number one rock jock.

That's right, Radio North, for the platters that matter, the latest biggie

the kinks.

Well, that was, er... Rubbish?

Yeah, close enough.

That'd be all right.

Well, unless you want to swim three miles in the North Sea.

It's not exactly natural, is it?

Let's try it again.

It's a new intro.

Movers and groovers.

Movers and groovers?

Oh, come on. If you can manage the platters that matter, you can manage

and groovers.

Right, um, jingle?

Yeah.

Radio North, the best sounds around.

Hey, what's the matter?

Don't you fancy the Adenfield Bobby getting bitten by the pop music bug? I

fancy the Adenfield Bobby going out on that boat.

Here's a traffic report.

Of course, please.

Buy that man a drink.

all this about a whiskey still up at Greengrass's place.

Oh, Nick checked it out. He didn't find anything incriminating, though. Nothing

incriminating? I've just seen Greengrass staggering all over the village green

and it isn't even opening time yet.

Well, he said he warned Claude off. But all his mates are going up there now,

too. Which means my takings are down.

So I want him stopped.

We'd best pay Greengrass another little visit, Bellamy.

Ready then, Claude.

Who do you think you are, Rowan?

Roy Orbison?

I'm just off to Whitby, Sarge.

Any last -minute instructions?

Right then, we'll need a code.

You mean like they did in the war?

The pigs are flying over the fallen oak tree?

I could play a request for the Asfordly pigs.

Oh, something a bit more subtle might do the trick.

Yeah, right, well, I'll play a certain record to alert you with cryptic clues

the dedications.

Right, Ventress, you're the crossword fanatic.

Sounds like a job for you.

Cryptic.

Jamie, you're a lifesaver.

Pleased to meet you.

You'd better be good.

Are you going to show me the ropes? Sure.

Come on. Better get back to the station of the nation.

I knew those bandits would be trouble.

Pirates, Sarge.

Sarge! The pigeon pansies were cancelled to do at the Aidensfield Arms.

And that's a crime.

They go into greengrasses instead.

Well, it looks like being a long stakeout. Bellamy!

You weren't doing anything tonight, were you?

No, Sarge.

Good.

Looking for something?

Yeah, yeah, found it.

Just thought it was going down a storm in the London Clodge.

Have I given it a spin at the end?

Right now, if you want.

You're on air in two minutes.

This is J .K. the Pirate King. Stay tuned for a new boy, Nicky Stewart.

Goodbye!

Do you have to listen to that rubbish?

Work, Zaj.

Just monitoring the output.

We've two hours of the latest sounds ahead, but first it's dedication time.

Hey, it's Nick.

He sounds good.

Doesn't he, Dad?

No comment.

Yeah, so from me and Nicky Stewart, not so much a rocking DJ as one who goes

with the tide, I'd like to say a big hello to Phil.

And hello to Alf.

And a big hello to Uncle Oscar.

And this one is especially for Claude Greengrass, the scaffold.

You're doing a great job, Nicky.

I was around until eight.

Are you going to show?

Yeah. A date that can't be broken.

Going every port, then?

You know how it is.

Yeah, yeah. Fighting them off, mate.

Quick.

Shouldn't we have brought customs and excise on this, Sarge?

Under normal circumstances, Bellamy.

But we've luckily just stumbled on this still, haven't we?

Huh? 20 years I've waited for this.

£1 ,000.

What?

Where's the fine? They're running an illegal still.

But Greengrass hasn't got £1 ,000.

Or a spell in the nick if the offender can't pay.

Medicinal compound.

I've got you, Greengrass.

You're listening to Radio North.

The time is eight o 'clock.

Oh, did I really say that? Sorry, I meant to say it's only seven o 'clock

there in wonderful Whitby, but offshore we're having such a great time it's easy

to lose track, especially when we're playing such fab music.

Eight o 'clock.

Whitby.

I'd start eating carrots if I were you, Greengrass.

You're going to need to see me in the dark for a very long time.

I am about.

A cast -iron case against you does not go up in smoke because of an accident.

You must be puddled, you.

It happens to be my livelihood.

I'm not likely to set fire to it myself, am I?

Move it, Bellamy.

Otherwise, you'll have to arrest me for assault.

Who are you going to hit, Sarge?

I haven't decided yet.

Yeah, Ventress?

We're on, Sarge. Eight o 'clock Whitby.

Right. Out.

I'll be back.

I'll be out.

Okay.

Jamie tells me you've been working the discos in London.

Yeah, till last week. All right.

Jamie?

Sorry, I forgot. I'm supposed to have a date with a girl in Whitby.

That's bad luck, my friend.

Hey, played her request.

Could you take her a message?

You'll be late.

Plenty more fish in the sea, I think.

Bye, Nick.

Clear as day, Sarge. Eight o 'clock, Whitby. Right after the code record.

Just as we arranged.

Excellent. Everything okay up at Greengrass's place?

Shut up, Ventress.

Right. We'll just wait till our DJ clears customs and then follow him. Pick

the next link in the chain. You got your civvies with you? In the car, Sarge.

I'm putting my trust in you, Bellamy, because the thought of Ventress and a

of hipsters dancing the night away in a disco... fills me with horror.

How are you doing?

Fine, thanks.

Yeah, well, I wanted Jamie to take a message to Shaw for me. I'm supposed to

meeting a girl in Whitby. Ah, too bad he hasn't gone to Whitby.

Well, where else would he be going with a box of records?

Ah, don't ask questions.

Maybe it would be better if you didn't either.

I'm only being curious, if I'm missing out on some nightlife somewhere.

Robin Hood's Bay.

That's where the tender's gone.

It's not where I'd go looking for nightlife.

OK, we've got a slight change of plan here.

I was going to play Sitting on the Dock of the Bay, but it seems to have gone

missing, so instead we've got five more records taking us down to the nude.

And the first one is Go Now.

That was it.

Pickled onion?

That was the code for a change of plan.

I know.

Well, have you worked it out yet? Shut up. I'm thinking.

He said five records going down to the news.

Well, that means that Jamie's heading for five miles south of Whitby.

Well, that'll be, uh... Robin Hood's Bay?

There's nowhere else.

Right, Ventress, let's go.

Follow me.

Jimmy, turn back. The police are on to you.

You're out of your depth, Nicky.

You heard him, that moron. Back to the ship, and now.

He's being rumbled.

We'll have to go back.

I'm afraid he can't help you, Jamie.

So, yours is a plus, then?

Yeah, and don't do anything silly, all right?

Nothing you can do about it, Nick.

We're outside three miles away.

How about a word with the skipper?

We're inside it now.

And this is Radio North, closing down.

Well, I was wanting to be a DJ.

It's a two -dealer, Sarge, and a box full of LSD.

You were supposed to call the Coast Guard.

That's what we agreed.

Was it?

So they could tow you in.

Thanks to you, Rowan, we've lost that blasted radio ship.

Sorry, Sarge, in all the excitement, I forgot that bit.

Bittersweet, Rowan.

Bittersweet.

We did gather drug dealers, though, Sarge. And Greengrass won't be making

more of his illegal hooch.

Shut up, Ventress.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Ted.

They've got them?

The men who supplied the drugs? Yeah, the police phoned last night.

I know it won't bring Joe back, but at least the men who killed him are behind

bars.

This came for them this morning.

From the paras?

Maybe he would have turned out all right after all, eh?

You sure you don't fancy coming back, Nick?

You're starting to sound quite good out there.

No, I think my days as a rock jock are over, thanks.

Your days might be numb, but I hear they're changing the law.

Yeah, well, if I can get a bit more experience while we're looking for new

backers, I'll pull the tape together.

Might even send it to the BBC.

Oh, I can just see you at the next Jack de Manio.

Thanks a bunch, sis.

Bye. Bye.

Thanks.

Look after it, Nick.

I'll try.

It doesn't make it very easy.

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

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