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

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

Not working today?

Half day.

Of course.

Your neighbours arrived then?

Oh, yes.

Welcome to Aidensfield.

Is that

it? Yeah. You must be joking, Gina.

Come on, let's be Anton Honest.

I wish you'd told your uncle, that's all.

I will, as soon as we get there.

Oh, come on, Anton.

At least we'll be together.

That's the main thing.

It's a long drive from Liverpool, George. Stop fretting.

I should never have let her go home, never.

Oh, come on, it was only for one night. She needed a break.

Yeah, but what if she's not back to cook the dinners?

She will be. Then where will I be? I wish I'd never started on this food,

Progress, George.

That's what it's all about.

Actually, I wanted to have a word with you about your catering, George. Don't

you think your menus are a little bit, you know... Repetitive.

Bernie, a little bit repetitive.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, everybody's doing this food in a basket, Lark, aren't they? Why

don't you do something different?

Watch it, George. He's up to no good.

You've got some patience you can go and make feel worse.

Thanks for the message.

I mean, why don't you do roast pheasant?

Don't you?

Oh, no, I'm not falling for that one, especially not from you, Claude. I've

some beautiful birds, George. There's not a bit of shot in them. I expect they

all died from natural causes.

It's a good job. I think you're a wonderful person.

Well, what do you think?

No, pheasants take too much preparation.

I'll pluck them for you.

Well, I'll get somebody to do it, like, you know.

No, they'd be too expensive.

Look, roast pheasant... Oh, Nick.

Is it right somebody's moved into Plum Cottage?

Can I have a word?

I've had

a call from the keeper over at Ray now.

Really? And?

Apparently someone's been getting into his pens, taking his presents.

Oh, I see. And with your nasty, suspicious policeman's mind, you're

all down to the local scapegoat. Well, you have my permission to search my

entire premises. All right, let me know if you hear anything, OK?

Julie!

Hi, everyone.

This is Anton.

Hi.

I'm a supersonic guy.

Here.

This is for you.

Thank you very much. Thanks.

It's a nice surprise.

I didn't come to see you. I came to see Casey.

Didn't I?

Yeah,

and he's in the cottage on the left -hand side.

That's it.

Okay?

Oh, thanks, Eileen. Thanks.

Actually, I came to ask for some help with a school project. It won't take

Oh.

Aidensfield Police.

Oh, hello, Mr Davis.

I see.

Can't this wait till later?

Right.

Well, I can come now if you're worried.

Right away. Yeah.

OK.

Alan Davis?

Yeah.

Finish your tea.

It won't be anything important. You know what he's like.

No, I'd better go.

Sorry about this.

Well, it'll only take a minute.

I'll phone you later.

OK.

Life doesn't go in half the time.

Oh, I see.

It wasn't really a problem for Kate.

Being a doctor, she was in the same boat, so she understood.

A lot of women wouldn't, though.

I tried knocking, but I didn't answer. I didn't know what else to do. I mean,

first there was this terrible loud howl, and then crashing noises like someone

was throwing things around.

You're quite sure it was from next door? Oh, yes.

I'd never heard anything like it, Mr Rowan. Not from a grown man.

It made me shiver all over.

Right.

P .C. Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

Yes.

Well, I'm just checking you're all right, sir.

Any reason why I shouldn't be?

Well, we've had reports of some strange noises coming from your house.

Noises? Yeah, like someone in distress.

Really?

Are you here on your own, sir?

Yes.

Look, all right.

I'm single. I've just come back from Africa.

I'm here to write a book, and the name's Shaw.

Will that satisfy the bush telegraph?

And I definitely haven't heard any funny noises.

Right, well, I'll leave you in peace.

I don't mean to be nosy. We're a small community.

We like to keep an eye on each other.

Evidently.

Stay. Work for us. Oh, come on, Uncle George. He's a qualified chef.

We're dead lucky to have him, you know.

He's been working in this big posh restaurant in Liverpool.

Yes, but I don't want any fancy stuff. He knows that. It's fine.

Look, the main thing is, I can be in the bar with you all the time, see?

Instead of being rushed off my feet with all the cooking.

Well, what does he charge?

Twelve quid a week.

Or to cook a few chips.

Yeah, ought to have had my pheasant.

What am I going to do? Him and send him packing.

You can't, Gina. Stopped on him.

Good evening.

What if you could help me? I'm Fennec.

I'm looking for bed and breakfast and an evening meal.

These pans are knackered, Uncle George.

Or possibly just a sandwich.

Mr. Proctor, I've come for a copy of the list.

I'm sorry?

I understand you keep the bird list.

I'm out of the mall for the weekend, so all local gen gratefully received.

I beg your pardon?

You are Proctor, I take it?

Who? Kevin Proctor?

Secretary of the North Riding Bird Watching Club?

No.

Well, I was given this address.

Well, I'm sorry, but the name's Davis.

Alan Davis.

How extraordinary.

I must have been given the wrong information.

You don't know where I might find Mr Proctor, do you?

No.

Perhaps your wife might know.

Look, I haven't got a wife, and I've never heard of a Mr Proctor.

Ah.

Well, it's a lovely spot, anyway.

Yes.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I am in a little bit of a hurry.

Sorry to have troubled you.

Mr David's there, is it?

Come on. Come on. Come on. Help.

Go on. Go on.

In you go. Go on. In you go. Go on.

Come on.

Come on.

Morning,

Margaret.

If he's wondering why I'm late, can you tell him I had to pick my television up

from the repairers?

Alan says he's sorry he's late, Edward.

Tell him to sort out the shooting stockings.

Edward says, could you sort out the shooting stockings? Tell him if he wants

them sorted, he can sort them himself.

It's falling, Gina.

I've got two tickets for a concert.

Herman's Helmets.

Hermits.

She's engaged.

You know, in more ways than one, so I hear.

What are you talking about?

Oh, Gina and Anton.

New chef at the pub.

By all accounts, she's all over it.

Yeah? Yeah.

Well, I don't care.

Which of your many meals is this, Pinterest?

Breakfast, dinner, tea? Or is it something in between?

Mr. Davis rang, Rowan. Pump Cottages, Aidensfield.

So what is it this time?

He's been mistaken for an ornithologist, and he's worried.

Eh? I didn't understand it either, but luckily he's on your patch.

Herman's Hermit.

He's looking for someone to go with him, Charles.

Ah.

Well, if it was Shirley Bassey, I might have done.

Perfect.

Until that turns your flat from red to gray.

Oh, hello, Margaret.

Yes, it's Alan.

Are you alone?

Now, listen, these flowers, it was you that sent them, wasn't it?

This bunch of forget -me -nots.

Margaret?

Just in, Mr. Venick.

Yes, marvellous day.

A bit dark for bird watching, isn't it?

Yes, I went a little bit further than I intended.

Is she out of our golden eagles?

Yes, amongst other things.

Magnificent birds, eagles.

Wonderful creatures.

Bit unfortunate to spot them, then.

Seeing as they've not been seen round here for about 50 years.

Ow! My shoulder!

Shut up!

No good, Mr Shaw. Her mind's on other things these days.

Shut up!

OK, I'm coming.

Same again, is it?

A double.

I'm going to persuade you to have something to eat there, too.

No, thanks.

He locks him back a bit, doesn't he?

That fricker, Paul.

I've, um... Hey, you haven't met Anton, have you?

Anton!

He's a great laugh, you know, Phil.

He went to the same school as Ringo. Can you imagine that?

I was just saying, how you know the Beatles?

This is Phil, by the way. He's a policeman.

Oh, you're the local Mr Plod, are you?

Aye.

Hello? Hello?

Who is that, please?

Hello?

Look, I know you're there, you know.

I can hear you breathing.

Is that Edward?

Is that who it is? Edward?

Margaret?

You all right, sir?

Let's hit her.

Sorry?

All right.

It's a relative term.

Yeah, staggering all over the place.

Oh, man.

Living out there all on his own.

Do I think other Joe might be coming round?

Probably.

Right.

Well, I'm only over at Rita's. I won't be late.

Okay.

So, I thought I'd show you what I've done so far, and you can tell me what

left out or what I've got wrong.

Did you draw this?

Nick, are you going to pay attention?

Yeah, yeah. Sorry, Miss.

Right. Right.

Ray, thanks a lot.

We don't have to go just yet, do you?

Well, I think I'd better, before Aileen gets back.

Why? What do you mean?

Well, you know... No, no, I don't. Tell me.

Well, I'm just not sure how she feels about me being here, that's all.

Sometimes I feel like a bit of an intruder.

That's the doubtiest thing I've ever heard.

Aileen likes you.

She's pleased I got some company for a change.

So, there haven't been great streams of girlfriends?

No. No, I think Eileen was rather hoping that you might...

What?

Start the ball rolling?

Yeah, yeah, something like that.

Well, you'd better set it straight, then.

Tell her you're not my type.

No? You're too old.

I see.

And I made a solemn promise never to go out with a policeman.

Well, that's a pity.

Mr. Rowan!

Mr. Rowan!

Oh, Mr.

Rowan!

It was this window here, Mr. Rowan. I definitely heard it slide open.

And then I saw a shadow on the wall.

Is the back door open?

Yes.

It's all OK, Mr Davies.

There's nothing to worry about.

Yes, but strange things have been happening all day, Mr Rowan. I've been

these phone calls, and those flowers, and that man who bought it was a bird

expert. Well, I'm sure they've all got a rational explanation.

Can I...? Oh.

Thank you.

Are you going to be all right?

I suppose so.

All right, well, just give me a call if you're worried.

All right, good night.

Good night.

Mr Rowan! Mr...

Who is she, then?

I don't know, Sarge.

Any bright ideas, Bellamy?

Er... I didn't think so.

Where exactly were these footprints?

In the flowerbed, Sarge, just outside the kitchen room window.

I think it must have been a practical joke. It's got to be. Kids fooling

I doubt it. Half the footprints were size 11.

Leave it.

Leave it?

It's obvious it's a domestic. The man's fathered a child, hence the photograph.

Oh, no, no, no.

I don't think so, Sarge. Not Alan Davis.

Fathered a child, and the woman wants money.

He lived with his mother for years.

Well, plenty of men live with their mothers, Ventress.

Doesn't mean they can't procreate. But he isn't the type.

He doesn't have girlfriends.

I'm not arguing.

I want it left, that's all.

But the man was terrified, Sarge. Wait!

Excuse me.

Don't you dare blame me for this one. It's just arrived by the second post.

Tell him to look after the customer, Margaret.

Blimey, John, how much further?

About two miles.

When's Mr Hunt coming?

Tomorrow. As long as we're ready for him.

Mr Shaw?

Yes.

Eileen Reynolds.

I saw you move in the other day. I wondered if you'd like a cake.

Oh, um... I know how it is.

Everything in boxes, no food in the house.

Thank you very much.

How are you getting on?

Have you worked out the dreaded back boiler yet?

Mrs. Watson let me into it secret. It's all to do with the damper.

Perhaps I could show you.

You know, I have to let more of me today. We've got to be taken seriously.

Who is she? Come on, you must know.

I don't. I swear to you, I don't. Well, let's put it another way, shall we?

Whoever it is tinging of these certainly knows all about you, don't they? Where

you work, where you live.

Perhaps if you told us who your friends are.

Well, since Mother died, I'd rather keep myself to myself.

I tend to bury myself in my work.

The shop.

Spanton, Sarge. Just across the way.

Who else works in this shop?

My wife and I know nothing about these photographs. The whole idea is

preposterous.

We're just trying to establish the facts.

And the facts are that Alan and I are business partners. And the last thing

ever do is send each other silly letters.

Someone, for reasons unknown, has got it in for Alan.

You get that sort of thing in villages.

Do you? Look, I am extremely busy.

And so am I, Mr Bracewell.

Far too busy to waste my time on a domestic matter when it's painfully

to me that somebody, somewhere, is not telling us all they know.

Excuse me, officer.

I'm really sorry about my husband, but the fact is that he and Alan have not

been on speaking terms since Christmas.

Forward, left a bit, and then forward again.

Have a drink.

And then it'll draw properly and you'll get plenty of hot water without having

to use the immersion.

Thank you.

That's very kind of you.

Well, I must be off.

Oh, are these... They're my children, yes.

Oh, they're lovely.

When will we be seeing them?

You won't.

My wife and I are separated.

I'm sorry.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Yes, of course.

Oh. Love a room with books.

Pop in and see us down at the police house sometime.

You'd be most welcome.

What in the...

I told you I wanted plain simple food and nothing fancy.

I guess it isn't fancy if it wasn't thick. Out of a tin and on toast, maybe,

not stuff like this.

They'll like it. Don't think we're moving with the times.

Hey, Uncle George, how do you tell a spaghetti's cooked or not?

What?

Hey, watch out!

It's thick. It's done.

And don't you, Uncle George, me, young man.

It's Mr Ward to you.

Same again, sir.

Get another customer who won't be eating here tonight.

I doubt if anyone will, once they know what they're in for.

What's that?

Spaghetti.

He's going to cook spaghetti.

Not proper spaghetti, great long stuff.

That is proper spaghetti, George.

It grows on trees.

I bet half a crown you couldn't eat some, Claude.

Well, there's a special knack.

How much is it? Half a crown?

Yeah. You're wrong.

Any ideas?

No.

You don't remember Tina, do you?

No, at least... Yeah?

I don't know her, but I feel as if I've seen this picture before.

Where?

In the paper, on the telly. I don't know, Nick. I'm probably talking a load

rubbish. Control to Delta Alpha 2 -4.

I'll leave you to it. I'm going to try out Gina the Italian evening.

All right, well, thanks, Maggie.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 is receiving. Hello, Phil.

We've had a 999 call from Mr. Davis.

There's a doctor stuck on his wardrobe door.

Aye. That's what he said.

Hi, how are you?

Hello.

How are you after?

I can hear a knife.

You don't need a knife to eat spaghetti, Barney.

Didn't I ever tell you about them Italian prisoners that were billeted on

farm during the war?

No, you didn't. No, well, you can just... Yes,

I mean... Get my half -crown out.

Dr Kildare, isn't it? Off television.

Yeah. I'm not stopping here alone after this.

Yeah, all right, Mr Davis. Well, it wouldn't be safe.

Look, why would someone want to put a picture of... Dr Kildare on your

Well, I don't know, but I'm not staying here alone.

Not with a death threat hanging over me.

Yeah, well, you won't have to.

PC Bellamy's going to stop with you.

What?

Well, I can't leave him here on his own, can I? The state is in.

Yeah, but this is your patch.

And I've got to be at the police house, haven't I?

Yeah, that's all right, Mr David.

Phil's going to stop with you and take you into Ashley in the morning.

We can go through the whole thing with Sergeant Blaketon, OK?

Well, cheer up. There's a nice comfy sofa downstairs.

I don't believe this.

You'll be all right on your own, then?

Oh, yes, thank you. Now that it's light.

You follow me straight in? Five minutes, Mr Bellamy. I like to leave the house

now, that's all.

Right, well I'll see you at the station then.

And thanks for the porridge.

Have you seen Davis anywhere?

Well, no.

I thought he was coming with you, Phil.

No, he said he wanted to follow in his own car.

Well, back on your bike and go and find him.

Are you sure you told him the right place?

Of course I'm sure.

Yeah, still no sign, Sarge. His car's still here, but the front door was left

wide open. Over.

OK. Lock up and get back here. Over.

Right you are, Sarge.

Mr Shaw?

Yes? I'm looking for your neighbour, Mr Davis.

Sorry?

Have you seen him this morning?

No.

Would you know if he's had any visitors?

No. Look, I'm sorry, I haven't seen anybody.

First we had these, then these two photographs, And finally, this.

And now, Mr. Brosewell, he's vanished.

So where is he?

Are you accusing me of something, Mr. Blaketon?

You tell me.

I'm calling my solicitor.

Fine, but before you do, just tell me one thing.

Why is it that you and Mr. Davis have not been on speaking terms since last

Christmas?

Come on, Mr Bracewell.

We know the situation.

You're not being straight with us, are you, Mr Bracewell?

What's going on in that shop of yours, eh?

Look... Could I have a word in private, please?

Not another one.

Right, Mr. Bracewell.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Well, well, well.

Very interesting.

It seems that your Mr. Davis Ventress, the man that you said never had any

girlfriends, has been having a passionate love affair with Bracewell's

the past 15 years.

And last Christmas, Bracewell found out and all hell broke loose.

It's like I said from the beginning. It's a simple domestic.

Yeah, but Sarge... And the Joker is Davis himself.

Eh? He sent the letters to himself.

Well, even I don't get that.

Self -dramatisation, it's called, Bellamy. Drawing attention to oneself.

But he disappeared, Sarge.

Exactly.

He staged his own disappearance.

Davis was genuinely frightened. I know he was.

I'll say no more, Owen. Just get back to Aidensfield. Get on with your normal

duties.

Is that bird -watching bloke been in? No.

I've got a feeling he's a plainclothes copper.

Mr Fenwick? I think he's after us. It's not just him. There's three of them.

One's parked in a car at the top of my road. The other two are out on the

They've got bins trained on our pheasant pen.

Here, Rowan.

He's not in it, nor is he. I don't know. I'm not waiting to find out. Come on.

Hello again, Mr Shaw.

Hey, you.

You haven't kissed me for ages.

Gina, just let me get the chips in, will you?

Come on.

So, how's the book coming along?

Sorry?

The book.

Oh, yes, um... All right.

What is it?

A novel?

No, no.

A dull old textbook, I'm afraid.

Or medical?

Good Lord, no.

There's nothing like that.

Gina!

Uncle George, get some water, please! No, no water! No water!

No, be careful! Be careful!

Do something, Uncle George! Quick!

Fire! Help! Put me on fire! Don't be careful!

It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's out, it's out, it's out. It's okay.

You'll be fine.

Fill the sink with cold water.

Got a first aid box, is there? She's just an inhibitor chain and some clean

gauze.

What are we going to do?

Move them, of course.

Wouldn't it be better just to let them go?

I'm not chucking good money away for you or anybody else, mate. Look, Claudio,

you're right, dear. I only came in with suffering.

You're in it as deep as I am, so stop mithering or I'll put you in a bag.

Burns to both hands and arms. I'll be

all right on my own.

Don't be silly.

Gina, I don't want you with me, all right?

I'm off.

Where are you going?

I don't care about the pheasants, Claude. You can have them.

Can I come in for a minute?

What happened?

He lost?

Sorry, Mr. Federica.

That's a duck for a while.

I've waited a long time for this.

Where is he?

He's up there, quite a way.

Let's go.

Mr. Davis has had some rather strange mail recently.

It's addressed to him by name.

The other thing is, it doesn't seem to relate to him at all.

Might have been some sort of mix -up.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Sorry.

Well, this is even odder.

The poker of Dr Kildare had a knife stuck through his heart.

Strange, isn't it?

It certainly is comfortable.

But I'm afraid I can't help you.

I thought you dealt with those burns rather well, Mr Shaw.

Very professional.

It's just the first aid course.

Well, let me know if you have any more ideas.

About these.

Right.

Well, thanks for your time.

He's nicking.

No, he's out on his beach.

Yeah, you'd better get on the phone to Blaketon. Tell him to get over here as

fast as he can. All right.

Hey, I'm not having him on. I'm dead serious.

I'll see if I can find Nick.

And never about when you want him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you going with that?

That's not loaded, is it? I said you were only going to scare him.

I'm going to dispose of him, Mr Finnick.

Dispose of him?

Look, no -one knows Dr Graham's even in the district. He's living under a false

name. That's the beauty of it.

You're not actually going to kill him?

He killed Lorraine.

Yeah, but he served his time.

Six months!

He's suffered. He's lost his wife, his kids. Six months for taking a life and

you think that's enough?

It wasn't criminal. It was negligence.

He was drunk. He gave her the wrong injection. He killed her. I know.

And then he lied. He changed the record trying to cover it up.

Look, in my book, that's murder, Mr Fennec. What's going on?

Look, I don't want nothing to do with this.

Look, get in there.

Quick, in there, both of you.

Put your foot down. Hurry down.

This is as fast as it goes.

Over in the corner. Both of you.

You've got the wrong man.

What? I couldn't have... This isn't him, you fool!

All right, Lord.

I know where we are.

That's not Dr. Graham!

What do you mean? It must be him.

The rule book described exactly.

Up the right to the left. Man on his own.

Go ahead, Rob.

John.

John.

Over there.

Come on, sir.

Just put down the gun.

Otherwise you'll be in serious trouble.

I've got nothing left to lose.

Not since Lorraine died.

She was my little angel.

Five years old.

Our life before her.

Because he's nothing to do with me.

I don't know what he intended.

I'm just a private detective.

All right, here you go. I didn't know he had a gun.

Yeah, look, we saw it out down the station.

So, you think that Shaw stopped a grab, do you?

Definitely, Sarge.

Well, let's pay him a little visit, shall we?

You're a dark horse, Alan. No mistake.

I beg your pardon?

You and your lady friend.

You'd better be right about this, Rowan.

Sorry. I know exactly what he was doing.

He was a doctor.

He knew he was a lethal dose.

But it wasn't your fault.

I just... I just think I haven't shown him the pictures of the little girl.

It would have happened anyway.

You said he was drinking himself to death.

He obviously couldn't live with the guilt.

I've cleaned the mess up.

If you want anything else doing, you can do it yourself.

So we're there.

Loverboy's gone back to Liverpool.

Gina?

Hey, come on.

Hey.

Hey, you forgot that, look.

Come on.

You'll get over it.

I won't. I love him.

You hardly knew him.

Hey, Gina.

Look, if George will let you off tonight, I've got two tickets for

Hermits. You what?

Herman's Hermits.

Love you.

Come on, Nick. Are you going to cheer up and buy me another drink or what?

Come to think of it, I am starving.

I doubt if we'll get much to eat in here tonight.

Stay tuned.

Uncle George!

Uncle George, can you manage on your own tonight? We're going to go see Herman's

hammer. Thanks!

Oh, so much for Anton.

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

Why does the love kiss stay in my memory?