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

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

He's so nice.

Well, why wouldn't he be?

No -one goes in to buy an engagement
ring with a long face, do they?

I suppose not.

Thank you.

It's my pleasure.

Can't wear it yet, though.

Not till we've seen my folks.

No, of course not.

Somebody's bound to see me if I jump the
gun.

Bound to?

Mind you, who do we know here about?

Absolutely nobody.

Absolutely the right answer.

Move over, Liz Taylor.

I'll leave it with you and your parents
to fix a date.

I'll burn them as soon as we get back.

Light the blue touch paper and retire
immediately.

They'll be fine.

They must be expecting something.

They're expecting you to grab a young
farmer with a few thousand acres to his

name. They'll be fine.

I promise.

Good night, all.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Hi!

Hello, King.

He wants to see Mr. Sellers. He can see
a solicitor in due course.

Sellers. In due course, Bellamy, he's
being no one until he coughs for it. The

thing is, we find nothing on him, Sarge.
And you expect me to ask the dog

section to slip out where he's dumped
his bits and pieces?

No, Sarge. Well, on your bikes, then.

Ever since he dropped Amber at
Ashfordly, Mexton's led us a dance. It's

was moved on, preferably as a guest of
Her Majesty.

Sorry to hold you up.

All right, am I going now?

Oh, yes.

Where are you off to?

Derby and Jones, Miss Plitua.

Bridlington, again.

They don't like surprises.

Nothing missing?

No, not that I can see.

How about you, Linda?

No, nothing's been moved, Mr. Ketley.

Well, looks like you got here before he
could fill his boots, eh?

Megson.

Megson. Keith Megson?

His name's chalked up outside the cell.

Ah, yes.

Yes. I believe he's helping us with our
inquiries.

I think Mr. Sellers would want to know.

Well, I'm sure we tried to phone him.
Oh? Must have been engaged.

Well, perhaps we should have tried
again.

Why waste ratepayers' money, Mr. Rotter,
when you can tell him personally?

Check that out properly.

Dig deep, Ralph.

Dig deep.

Check it out.

Great.

Like you said, right to the bottom.

Well done, Phil.

Any news from Bellamy and Ventress?

Not yet, Todd.

Ah.

Well, I understand we've got some saving
up to do.

Who has?

You and us.

Well, congratulations to you both.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I hope she knows what she's doing.

The life of a copper's wife, not exactly
a bed of roses, now, is it?

I'll give you your best wishes.

Good morning, Sergeant.

Ah.

Mr Sellers.

I've come to see Keith Megson.

Ah, yes, one of your regular cash cows.

Yes, I prefer to call them clients.

May I see him?

Of course, you might tell him we're
applying for a warrant to search his

premises. Do you think he'd like us to
use a key?

Or would he prefer the creakle and brown
paper approach?

Try the key.

Mr. Rosser from my office will go down
with your men just to see that

is put back in its place.

Rowan!

Take him down.

Well, you took your time.

Looks like it's still... Megson
Jettison, Sarge.

Well, well, well.

Good work, Bellamy.

Ventress. Right, now, when the warrant's
signed, you can turn his place upside

down, see if you can find some more.

Yes, Sarge.

I don't know what they're talking about,
Mr Sellers. I was nowhere near the bus,

therefore. So what were you doing?

I went into town for a drink.

I heard someone shouting after me in the
dark. It scared me. That's why I ran.

And they found nothing on you?

Completely clean.

So, what's the outlook?

Well, you'll be in court later today,
police will oppose bail, and you'll

probably be remanded in custody for a
week to await trial.

A week?

No, I can't. Can't what?

Be banged off for a week. Why not?
Because I'm getting married Saturday,

why not.

Ah, tricky.

Look, you know me better than most, Mr
Salad. I've got my faults, but getting

wed to Marilyn will be the making of me.

Well, she's an understanding woman,
then, is she, this Marilyn?

I don't know about that.

She's rich, though.

A widow from Whitby. She thinks the
world of me.

She booked a registry office months ago.
I can't let her down, can I?

No, I suppose not.

Are you still living in your caravan?

Yes.

Well, you see, Keith, bail can only be
given to those with a fixed place of

residence. I'm afraid your caravan
doesn't qualify.

Perhaps your wife -to -be would offer
surety in a place to stay.

No, no. No, no, she mustn't know, Mr
Sellers.

Look, if she finds out there's a chance
of me going down, all bets would be off.

All right.

Who else do we know?

Mr Greengrass?

It could be.

Derek Rotter from Sellers, Phipps and
Vinnicum.

Solicitors. What do you want?

I'm here on an errand of mercy for a
friend of yours.

Really? Keith Megson.

Keith Megson, a friend?

That's what he said. No matter what he
said, it's got nothing to do with me.

wherever he said I was, I wasn't. Mr
Greengrass. I hope you realise Megson's

a criminal record.

I don't mix with people like that. Mr
Greengrass, just give me a moment. I

you'll like what you hear.

Your bosses are going to guarantee all
this, aren't they? Absolutely.

All three of them? What's it doing to
them? Vinegar? Sellers, dips and

What a well -respected practice, Mr
Greengrass.

We wouldn't involve you in this unless
it was right for all parties.

Will the accused stand?

Mr Madison, you're here on a charge of
garage breaking.

The police are not yet able to prosecute
your case and it will therefore be

adjourned for one week.

Sergeant Blakeney.

We request a remand in custody, ma 'am.
The defendant has no fixed abode and we

believe there might be a danger that he
will abscond. Very well.

Ma 'am, if it please the court, I would
like to oppose a remand in custody.

On what grounds, Mr Sellers? I believe
the evidence in this case is at best

circumstantial and that my client will
plead not guilty in due course.

Ma 'am, Mr Megson lives in a caravan.

One moment, please.

Ma 'am, if the court were concerned that
my client might have scone, perhaps it

would be willing to give him conditional
bail.

The conditions being? That he take
residence with a respected member of the

community. You have someone in mind, I
assume?

Yes, ma 'am. Is he in court?

He is, ma 'am.

A reputable businessman and long -time
freeholder of Aidensfield, Mr Claude

Greengrass.

Ma 'am, I object in the strongest
possible terms.

You know this gentleman?

Aye, I know him.

And I know him to be totally unreliable.

Let the bench be the judge of that,
Sergeant.

Repeat, Mr. Sellers.

Ma 'am, Mr.

Greengrass would be willing to put up a
surety of £50.

£50? I thought you said it would be £25.

Can you knock it down a bit, Your
Honour?

We are not here to haggle, Mr.
Greengrass.

You would forfeit the money only if the
defendant failed to appear before us on

the due date. Now please step forward
and take the oath.

I'll swing for him. One of these days.

Look, sir, I've got Megson coming my
way, sir.

All right, well, just keep your eye on
him.

And him.

Morning.

I do solemnly swear that the evidence I
shall give shall be the truth, the old

truth. Oh, it's gorgeous.

I want one.

Oh, it's really lovely, Jo.

Well, it looks like I'll have to buy my
own. Now you're taking the only fella I

fancy.

Hey, what are you doing?

Can't wear it till it's official.

They're having an on -off engagement.

Nobody's supposed to know. We haven't
even told my parents yet.

Oh, I see.

Well, it's just about the worst kept
secret in Aidensfield, so you'd better

hurry up.

What secret?

Oh, well, here's one they didn't know.

Surprising, really.

There's one in for you.

Thank you.

Looks like your investment's paying off
already.

How's George?

No change, really.

The doctors think he's making some
progress, apparently.

But me auntie Mary said he's still very
down.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Give him
my best.

Yeah, I will.

Has Claude been in yet? No, he's usually
here at this time.

Something must have come up.

Ready, Keith!

Keith! Hey, Linda. I can't be seen with
you. I know. It was you who broke him,

wasn't it?

Broke him where?

I let slip when there'd be money in the
office. I don't know what you're talking

about. I told you what day the bank
affair.

Don't lie to me, Keith. You're out on
bail for it. Linda.

If anyone sees me with you, they'll
think I was part of it. Look. It was

wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

Yeah.

I'll lose my job, you know that. How
long have we been seeing each other?

Two weeks.

Who's seen it? Nobody to speak of. The
police said you're a professional thief.

The police?

Listen, I've had a lot of bad luck in my
life. Oh, yeah.

I've done wrong.

I know that.

But listen, I've had a bit of luck this
time. I've met you.

It's true.

I've never met anyone like you.

I wanted the money for us. Oh, no.

I know.

I know it was stupid.

If the police haven't got a case, once
the court chuck it out, that'll be it.

I'll be in the clear. No more thieving.

I promise.

Meg -san!

You're messing about, aren't you?

Come on, kid.

You didn't say what you would live for.

No.

Morning, Keith.

Morning.

Sorry to disturb your beauty sleep.

So you should be.

Late night?

What's up?

Where were you last night?

Here.

Didn't go out?

No.

Well, other than for a breather.

A breather?

Yeah, I went outside for a bit.

Claude was smoke -bombing the place with
a frying pan. I had to get some fresh

air or choke to death.

Why, what's going on?

There was a break -in.

Some jewellery stolen from an old lady
sometime last night.

So, of course, you thought it was me.

Well, it was Clive and Blades and
Phyllis who made you my first call.

Yeah, well, he would say that, wouldn't
he?

Excuse me. Hey, can I have a word? What?

You popped out for a breather. So?

I didn't come down in the last shower,
you know. You were gone for an hour or

more. I didn't do the job, Claude.
Honest, I'm in Mother's grave.

You wouldn't know where to find it. I've
got good money riding on you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's all right, yeah, yeah, yeah. Until
you sign that wedding certificate, I

want you where I can see you. Listen, do
you think I'm going to blow the chance

of getting wed to my Marilyn for the
sake of a few trinkets?

They haven't got a case, Claude. That's
why they're trying to pin something else

on me.

Listen, trust me and you'll be quits
then.

Yeah.

What do you mean, second thoughts?

Well, when Mr Rosser asked me to take
Megson, I honestly didn't realise the

I was taking. What risk?

Mr Rosser should have made it clear that
you'd be rewarded handsomely from the

proceeds of Mr Megson's forthcoming
marriage, a profit of £30.

Rosser? Yes, I made that clear, Mr
Sellers.

So you can't lose.

Can't I? Well, what if he decides to
scarper? I mean, I've got a 50 quid dent

my back pocket, haven't I? Well, Mr.
Mixon has no reason to abscond.

That's as likely, but I mean, look, I'm
sorry, but I want you to get me out of

it. Well, I'm afraid that's not
possible.

Why? You swore an oath in court, and
only the court can release you.

See Mr.

Greengrass out, would you please,
Rosser?

Do you think they might accept a note
from the doctor?

Thank you, Mr.

Greengrass.

A few big stars, and we've got lots of
little ones.

Shall we make another little one?

Yes.

You could phone your parents from here.

That's OK. I'll call them when I get
home. Thanks, Eileen.

I don't mean to nag, Jo, but they'll be
very hurt if they find out for

themselves. Yes, I know.

You do think they'll be pleased, don't
you?

Yes, of course.

Then let them enjoy the good news like
the rest of us.

Go on, arrange to go and see them.

Alright, I give in.

I'll talk to them now.

Oh, thank you.

Say 11 o 'clock.

All right, see you both then. Love to
Dad. Bye, Mum. Bye.

Oh,

done.

Did she get?

I said we were driving through York and
we'd call in.

Aidensfield Police.

Where?

All right, I'm on my way.

Come on, darling.

Whoever it was had a good nose for it.

Where's Mrs Thorne?

Inside. I got Maggie in to have a look
at this. She's all of a crumble.

See anything?

No. She was poorly in bed when it
happened.

I couldn't get downstairs quickly
enough.

Oh, me lovely pieces of jewellery.

Things I was going to hand on to me
children.

Broad daylight and me in me own bed.

If you'd gone dancing, it could have
been worse.

They might have had time to take more.

Dance him?

I don't normally go to the tea dance
with the Dobby and Joan today.

We have a lovely day out in Whitby.

I don't think I'll ever want to dance
again.

I'm convinced it's Megson, so go and
bring him in.

He's squirrelling, he knows he's being
sent down, so while he's out on bail,

he's nicking stuff and burying it for
when he comes out. It's textbook

behaviour. Yeah, well... What, do you
have another theory?

I don't really know, Sergeant. Well, go
and bring him in.

Yes, Rosser? Mr.

Greengrass just on the phone.

Oh, what is it now?

Keith Megson was taken into Ashfordly
Police Station last night.

Under arrest?

It wasn't clear.

Shall I go over?

No. I'll deal with this.

It's time Sergeant Blaketon had his
knuckles wrapped. Take my calls.

We've done the bingo round for five or
six years.

The tea dance for as long as I can
remember.

You do the driving?

It's either Eric or me.

You must know your customers pretty
well.

Yeah.

Why are you asking me this stuff?

We've had two more break -ins.

The first one happened when the victim
was out at the bingo.

And the other should have been at a tea
dance, if she didn't have flu.

Method of entry was the same as the one
used to break in here.

So they've got bells at it again, eh?

Oh, it's possible.

The night you broke in, could you have
seen a list of people who've booked

trips?

Oh, well, Linda keeps a record of those
booking proper holidays, paying deposits

and so on.

But not those for the weekly runs. I
mean, they turn up at the pick -up point

and when.

And who's been the driver on the bingo
and dance trips this week?

It's me.

Eric's done the local services.

You've got a local timetable?

Yeah, Linda has a timetable.

He'll be in soon if you want to speak to
him.

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

Where is he?

Mr. Mex? Oh, he's inside somewhere.
Look, I'm dead worried about that money

put down.

I mean, I know what the police are
trying to do. They're trying to harass

into making a run for it so he'll break
his bail and I'll go bankrupt.

I mean, it's all right for you, but I'm
self -employed.

That again?

We've had two more deliveries.

I did.

Bus gossip.

Spread like wildfire.

Do you know the two women concerned?

Yes, the regulars.

Do you know them well enough to know if
they're well off or not?

I wouldn't say well off.

Comfortable, I'd guess.

Why? Well, whoever broke into their
homes knew it wouldn't be a waste of

You have no right keeping Mr. Megson
here any longer.

I have a duty to solve these crimes.

Then solve them, and stop accusing him
of every crime within a ten -mile

I haven't got a scrap of evidence.

You don't know that, Megson.

Bail was granted to my client, and you
have tried to frustrate that order at

every turn.

I won't hesitate to ask the bench to
consider your actions as contempt of

if you don't release him.

You were great there, Mr. Teller. You
were trying to frame me. Apparently so.

That's why I advise you to stay close to
Mr. Greenbratt. No, no, listen.

Come and have a word about this, Mr.
Teller. Look, he's not doing my blood

pressure any good. Thank you, Mr.
Greenbratt.

All right, Megson.

Megson!

Megson! You lost something, Claude?

Yeah. My sense of humour.

Morning.

Morning.

Yeah, but I wouldn't disturb him.

Why, what's that?

Stella's just made mint meat out of him.

Do I doubt?

He was under here a moment ago.

Any joy at the bus depot?

No, I don't think so.

I thought one of the drivers could have
been involved, but on checking the

timetable, he didn't have the
opportunity.

Mason's still favourite, then?

If it is him, somebody must be giving
him inside information.

I just want to talk to you. I've got
nothing more to do with you. I waited

you. Where were you? Get off!

All right, OK.

What's going on?

The police say you've done two more
break -ins.

It's lies, Linda.

I don't believe you. I swear it. Don't
insult me.

You think I'd risk it after everything
I've said about you and me?

Talk to the wall, Keith.

They're trying to set me up. Don't you
see that?

If I'm seen with you, I'm finished.

Go away.

Somewhere where nobody knows us.

No sense.

I mean it, Linda.

I want to go now.

It's smaller inside than it looks from
out here.

Come on.

Oh, you're in.

We made good time.

Hello, Nick.

Hello, Mrs Weston. Come on in.

Graham's in the garden. How'd you get
him? No, let Nick.

Oh, yes, all right.

He's round the back. Just go through
that door at the end.

Right.

Come on, we'll make a cup of tea.

Mr Weston.

Good to see you again.

En route, are you?

Yes. Got time for a bite to eat?

Well, not really, no.

Ah, do you?

Come to drag me in?

Yeah. And, uh... And have a word with
you.

Hmm?

Yeah.

Not far away.

Well, it's about... About Joe and me.

Well, you know we've been seeing each
other for quite a while now.

Well, she said nothing to the contrary,
so I assumed you were still in a danger.

Well, things have developed.

Oh.

I've asked Jo to marry me, Mr Westbrook.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

And has she agreed?

Yeah.

And we'd like it if you'd give your
approval.

My approval?

Yes, well, goodness.

I'm surprised, I must say.

Do you need coffee?

Tea, Nick?

Oh, yes, please.

Graham?

Yes, please.

Something happened?

Yes, dear, good news.

Joe and Nick are engaged.

Engaged? I said you'd be surprised.

I can't believe it.

We've been seeing each other for months,
Mum.

You must have expected something.

Yes. I expected more of you.

More what?

More sense, for heaven's sake.

I've nothing against Nick, but he has a
family.

Don't you think I've taken that into
account?

How should I know?

They haven't taken us into account.

Fiona. You are throwing everything we've
ever given you back in our faces.

What? We didn't bring you up to be
Hancock, do I think?

A child?

And a village bobby?

Fiona! It's all your fault. It's gone
this far.

Look, I don't know what you intended for
Joan, Mrs Weston, but she's old enough

to know what she wants.

And she'll carry on with her teaching
career as before.

Well, no doubt she'll need the money.

Mum, Nick and I love one another.

I'm having nothing to do with this
nonsense.

Fiona, please.

And neither are you.

She doesn't mean it.

Of course I mean it. It's not you, Nick.
Yes, it is. Why don't you just come out

and say that you don't think he's good
enough for me?

Well, you said it. The truth is he's too
good. He's too good for me, probably.

And he's certainly too good for a mean
-minded snob like you.

Joan. You keep out of it.

No, I can't keep out of it, Mrs Weston.

I love Joe, and I'm sorry you don't
think it's a good idea, but we're

married with or without your blessing.

I know you've never wanted me to be
happy, but you didn't have to prove it.

Joe!

Don't let the sun catch you crying.

Then come on to hell with her.

It's all right.

Right,

I'll be off then, Claude.

Off? Off where?

Marlon, can you let me off this hook?

As long as I'm in it with you.

You what?

You think I'm letting you go over there
on your own?

Pigs might.

You've got a visitor.

Marilyn Claude Greengrass.

Hello.

40 quid's worth.

What did I tell you, Claude?

Need any help, Madeline?

Possibly. Right.

What can I do for you then, darling?

Is this all right?

Yeah.

That seems all right.

Hey, hey.

Guess, remember?

What do you bring him for?

Well, you've not really met anyone I
know, have you?

Was he your first choice? Of course not.

He just happened to be coming over here.

He's in antiques.

I can't wait, Keith. I can see that.

Can you see it overnight?

Yeah, pick it up Friday.

No last -minute doubts?

Not on young life.

Morning.

I thought it was a bit quiet in here.

Tea's up, Claude.

Keith tells me you're in antiques.

Oh, well, I've been known to dabble.

I'm sure I've done one or two pieces
myself.

Really? They're on my wedding list.

You're really subtle, you are, you know
that.

Well, not many shopping days to go.

Other clothes.

I'm so bad at this.

Then that is a greasy orange one.

Did the pussycat scare her, that's it?

I'm sorry it went so badly.

Yeah, Mum was really angry.

Will she come round?

I doubt it.

I reckon it's going to be a small doom.

Not that I'm bothered.

I'd have went before.

Shame for Jo, though.

Telephone.

OK.

Aidensfield Police.

Count something.

Can you describe the man you bought it
from?

Thirties, medium build.

He wore glasses and a trilby.

Is this him?

Hard to say.

Is this all he had?

No. He wanted to sell a number of
pieces.

Well, didn't that make you suspicious?

No.

People are always running short of cash.

Some things I have to take on trust,
Constable.

Make sense.

Come on.

Make sense.

Oh, you're out here, are you?

Large is life, Claude.

Large is life.

Twice as ugly.

Come on, inside.

Amazing. And nothing else has been
touched?

She'd heard about the other two break
-ins, but was sure no -one would find

theirs. Well, you can see her point.

How much was the stuff worth?

More than you and me can earn in a year.

She doesn't look like she's got two
openings to rub together.

Why didn't she put it in a bank?

Well, it must be something they ate
during the war.

What's that?

Spanton's tailors.

3 .30 Friday.

Right, you hold on here.

I'll go and check this out. All right.

Boys, it is Macdonald's appointment
card.

Mr. Spanton's just confirmed it.

So bring him in and cuff him.

This time he's staying.

Oh, not you again. What now?

Where's Keith?

He's inside.

Hey, in the bad time you stopped
perfecting an innocent man, I'll get you

thieving ticket.

Not you lot again.

What is it now?

Get your coat, Keith. And your
toothbrush.

Unbelievable.

Don't tell me you've had another break
-in. Last night.

How'd you get?

He was here all last night. Oh, careful,
Claude. This time Keith slipped up. He

left a calling card.

What? A tailor's business card with your
Friday appointment on it.

He went round to my side, don't he?

I'll get a jacket.

He was definitely here all last night.

I'll leave after all. It's boring.

Keith?

Keith?

Come on, don't be stupid. Open the door.

Keith?

Hey, dude!

Oh,

that's

marvelous, isn't it?

Innocent man.

What do you say now?

I think I can say goodbye to 50 quid.

A division of organised roadblocks east
and west.

We reckon he's heading towards the
coast, Sarge. Hoping the woman he's

marry will help him.

Let's make sure he's only moving in
armly.

Rowan, wrap it up at the scene of the
crime.

Right, Sarge.

Mrs Franklin.

Is there any hope, do you think?

Well, we've an idea who might have done
it. Oh, well.

But even if we arrest someone...

We may not recover all of your
valuables.

You said no one knew about them.

Well, I didn't show them off, Constable.

Just the odd item when I went to bingo,
that's all.

But your family knew.

Oh, of course.

But even they don't know my hiding
place.

I'm more upset for them than I am for
myself. I'd only just put things

in my will.

Which one to get which item, you know.

If your family didn't know and something
happened to you, unexpectedly, say, how

would they have found them?

Oh, it's in my will.

Your will states where the jewel is
hidden.

Of course.

I'm not so stupid.

Who's your solicitor, Mrs Franklin?

Oh, a nice young man that Salah's
shipped from Finnegan.

Mr Rosser.

Yes, yes, that's the name.

He's not a partner, but very obliging.

Hmm, very nice.

I'm not sure I could take the set.

I can't break it.

If you're willing to wait, I'll call
someone who might come in with me.

OK, I'll tell him.

Phil.

When you and Al search Mecklen's
caravan, who let you in?

Rosser. Watched us like a hawk.

That's where he got the car.

Look, there's a message from the
station.

Black's jewellers have been on.

Said the man who sold him the brooch is
in the shop now.

Right.

He's busy at the moment. He said he'd
call back.

Did he say when?

As soon as he can.

If you'd rather not wait... No, I'll
wait.

makes him, though.

Well, he wasn't hanging about.

They could have missed him.

Well,

they set up 20 minutes ago.

By my reckoning, he'd have to have done
90 plus to have been through there

before then.

What about his going west?

Sorry about the delay.

Could you ring him again?

Ask him how long.

That was it.

I'm mixing outside.

You come with me.

Yes, I'm sure you'll like it. It's just
your thing.

If you took the bracelet and earrings, I
could buy the necklace.

The quality's excellent.

Diamonds, rubies, this sort of thing
doesn't come up often.

All right.

All right.

But you're going to keep him in here
now, surely?

I thought he was a friend of yours. Oh,
well, you thought wrong, didn't you?

Then why did you stand his bail?

It was a business arrangement.

Well, you can relax now.

Looks like he's in for the duration, him
and his girlfriend.

Girlfriend? Yeah.

The one he ran off with.

The girl from the bus depot.

The girl from the bus depot?

Yeah.

A dirty, lying little tow -rag. So?

Ask his rich wife -to -be that was.

Hey, that bloke I was telling you about,
he's the one who lumbered me in the

first place. I want a word with him.

Yet later, Claude.

I didn't do it. I didn't do any of them.
Just stop wasting my time, Mixon.

You're browbeating my client. Take it to
court and stop wasting our time.

Yes!

Can't you see I'm in the middle of an
interview, Rowan? I thought you'd rather

question the guilty man instead.

I've got good news for you, Linda.

We know you weren't involved.

Keith didn't do the burglaries. He
didn't?

No.

What about the break -in at the depot?

Oh, that's different.

I didn't know about that either.

We know.

Am I free to go now?

Keith as well?

Well, he's still on bail.

But he's gone already.

Look,

it's none of my business.

But you do as well to steer clear of
him.

He said he loved me.

Yes.

Would you just like to hold it there for
me, please?

Wonderful. Nice big smile.

Wonderful. Thank you, then.

Oh,

look

on the bright side. You could be sent
down next week.

What about the umpents?

What, you want it now? No, yesterday.
Come on.

I think I've done the right thing, then.
All right, you can't lose, Keith.

You think?

Well, whatever she turns out like, she's
still going to be too good for you,

isn't she?

You're a real mate, you are, Claude.

Catch!

Claude's got the money, folks. So
anything you want in a pub across the

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

How wrong can you be?

It wasn't my cup of tea, but qualified
and ambitious.

Well, that was his problem.

He said he knew he had no future with
you, but was desperate to get the money

start up on his own.

Well, he knew Megson's M .O. in detail.

And which of your clients had jewellery
stashed away.

When Megson got bail, he couldn't
resist.

Well.

I think I need a drink.

You do appreciate how damaging this
could be to my practice, sir. We're an

established firm, but we have nothing
without our good name.

Rather like us, Mr Sellers.

Yes.

Of course.

Why don't you stand there?

Make the tea.

I'll supply the cream cakes.

Right, son.

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

Heartbeat, why does a love... Just stay
in my memory.