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

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

What do you think?

What's wrong with this one?

What's right with it?

It seems a more sensible buy to me,
Brian.

Less powerful.

Tell him.

Your gran didn't leave you the money to
be stupid with it.

I know what gran would say.

You only live once?

I've got similar models in my alter -in
showroom if you fancy a trip out, Oscar.

Yes, well, thanks, Kent.

But I think I'd best check with the bank
manager first.

Sorry to interrupt, Mr Marsden.

Excuse me, Oscar.

Can you do that Lotus Cortina any
cheaper?

Is there a trade -in?

No.

What's he looking for?

50 quid off.

Off at 25, sell at 30.

Hi, David, I'm off.

Oh, yeah, Mr Green, how do you look,
Cosh?

Oh, right. Always best with him, Tucker,
when you're paying your last respects,

you know.

Oh, well, it's him, Cox. It'll be right
chuffed to see you now. Will it? It'll

be right chuffed to see him, I know. He
went away with his money.

Obviously, Simcoe's not pay up. Ah, it's
a gambling debtor. I don't suppose he

mentioned it to her.

You know, talk us to Greengrass.

What?

I've got nothing to wear if you go.

Have you? Well, I'll try and hang on
until you have.

Thank you for today, Glenn. Oh, my
privilege, that one.

Glad you could make it, Claude.

Oh, well, he couldn't rely on his pals.
Who could he rely on, eh?

Especially seeing all the money you won
off him over the years.

He likes a little bit, but he didn't go
mad, you know. He did when he was with

you.

He owed you money, didn't he?

I'm here to drink his whiskey, you know,
not balance the books.

£30, wasn't it?

Forget it, love.

£30? Ah, something like that.

Yeah. Well, you'll have to take it in
kind.

How do you mean?

Somewhat of value.

Not in here.

Out at back.

Nice colours, aren't they?

Nice colours? I picked them for their
pace, not their pigment.

How can you tell?

That's all. Let me have a look at
Wally's stock book.

Against every ring number of every bird,
it written as sex, family history,

training times and prospects, and he
went half meticulous and all.

Why don't you just fly back to the
Timcox's if we let them out?

No, not when they get used to us. Not
only that, but look here.

That'll give me Wally's special recipe
for speed cake.

Speed cake?

Egg, baked crust, lentils, honey, cod
liver oil and a drop of sherry. She

reckons once we get a whiff of this,
we'll always come back to it.

I'll tell you something, if it's as good
as she reckons it is, I think I'll

start taking it myself.

Don't forget the shutters over here.

Hiya.

Is that the driver's name?

Brian Ryder.

What sort of conditions are you in?

Pretty bad, Sarge.

Keep it moving, please, sir.

Thank you.

Are the vehicles involved?

Visibility good.

Can't see any grease marks on the road,
sir.

Speed, you think?

Right. Get the marks measured up before
the light goes, then start asking

questions. Right, sir.

Who's impounding the wreck?

I've left a message for Bernie Scripps
to tow it in, sir. Right.

James phoned today.

What did he want, money?

He wanted to know how we were.

How much?

Fifty.

It's been an expensive term.

I trust you said no?

Not in his many words.

No is just one word, Anne.

I'll stop the check tomorrow.

For pity's sake, I told you not to
pander to him.

I left it to you.

It's not the money.

He's got to learn to manage. I know.

Did you hear about the car crash?

Yeah.

That poor boy.

I just hope James is being sensible.

Can't we ever have a meal without this
confident yabber?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

And what did he have to drink?

A pint of bitter shandy.

Is that all?

Yeah.

How did he seem?

Well, he was excited.

A bit pocky.

Only natural when he'd just bought his
first car.

I'm not buying a share in a brace of
pigeons, Claude.

No, you're not, because they're not just
a brace of pigeons, are they? They're a

breeding pair.

Once they get cracking, we'll make a
fortune.

Maybe so.

In any case, you can put it down as a
business expense.

A business expense?

How's that?

Well, it's what they call sports
sponsorship.

You put your money down and you get the
value in advertising for your business.

I don't need advertising, Claude. People
die without it.

Thanks, Gina.

Oh, Phil was in earlier, trying to
negotiate the room rate.

He says he's thrown the towel in with
his gran.

Yeah, yeah, I heard.

I think she was playing loud music when
he wanted an early night.

Anyway, I don't know why he can't stay
with you. You've got plenty of room.

It can't be done.

A police wreck.

Besides, I've seen some of his habits.

Ta -ra.

He's down to you again, Claude.

No, they are not.

Only brought in the first one to
encourage him to see further than the

his nose.

Mind you, in this case, it's not easy,
is it?

Would you be interested in coming in?

Coming in what?

In on me syndicate. I've got a beautiful
pair of pigeons.

More trouble than they're worth, Claude.
And often as tough as old boots.

They're not for eating.

They're racing pigeons.

Oh.

Thanks, Mrs. Levitt.

See you next time, then.

Bye -bye.

Is that all right, Mr. Hodges?

Bring them further to the front so that
people can see them more easily.

Right.

Constable Bradley?

Yes?

Um, Gene Ryder, Brian's mum.

Are you the one that I should talk to?

Well, I'm doing the accident report for
him, if that's what you mean.

The doctor says I won't be able to speak
to him for a couple of days.

No.

He's very poorly.

Multiple fractures and some internal
injuries. Excuse me.

There was something wrong with that car,
Constable.

Bye, then. Bye, Mrs. Marston. See you
again.

Excuse me, Mrs. Marston.

Haven't you overlooked something?

Oh, have I?

The items in your pocket.

I haven't.

Yes.

A mistake, obviously.

Perhaps you'd like to take them to the
till?

Yes.

Brian drove me home from the garage. He
told me that the steering was pulling.

So why didn't he take it back to get it
checked?

Well, that's where he was going.

Did you know he stopped in at the
Aidensfield Arms?

No.

Are you saying that he was under the
influence?

No, but if he was worried about the car,
he wasn't showing it.

That car was defective!

The garage should never have sold it to
him. Right, well, we'll be getting a

full report on the mechanical condition
of the car, along with everything else.

What else?

Witness statements, measurements of the
skid marks on the road. Skid marks?

Yes, they'll give us a good idea of the
sort of speed Brian was travelling.

I see.

Speed, alcohol, stupidity?

You seem to have made up your mind.

Not at all, Mrs Ryder.

Look, if there is anything wrong with
the car...

I can assure you the mechanic will find
it.

You know, if I had my way, they'd have
elk plates up till they were twenty

-five.

Three halves of bitter.

Three halves of bitter what?

Beer.

Please.

How old are you?

Eighteen.

Gino!

Come on, boss. Come on.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Give me the money, Dad.

Dad.

Give me the money. All right, all right,
all right. Let go. Give me the money.

Fine. Good.

Here. Here's your money.

Here. Good.

Next time you want a beer, ask for
yourself. I might as well. Yeah.

Dad. You're a dragon.

Come on.

Push off.

Just let us have our drag.

What?

I thought I heard something.

Oh, come on, Dad.

Please, just one drug.

All three lads were interviewed this
morning. They admitted to playing about

the Cortina.

And setting it alight?

No, they stopped short of that. But
we're pretty certain one of them was

smoking. There was a lot of petrol
about.

So intentionally or otherwise, we're
pretty sure they started it.

How convenient.

That car was faulty.

And now the evidence has gone up in
flames.

You think that's a coincidence?

I'm sorry.

Yes, I do.

Vic and Sally.

Happy anniversary.

May you live in married bliss for
another year.

Thank you. We'll do our best.

Oh, what's your neck marked on? You
passed over?

We're past it, full stop.

Ken bought it to mark our silver.

Oh, dear man.

Tread your faith, have you, Mr Marsden?

Thanks to you, my lad is eating his food
through a straw.

I'm sorry?

I'm Brian Ryder's mother. The lad you
sold that suicide car to.

Mrs. Ryder, you've had a terrible...
That car was defective. No, I'm sorry.

steering was faulty.

Madam, would you leave me, please? You
destroyed the evidence, didn't you?

Didn't you?

Madam, please.

Easy. Go gently with her.

Let's find somewhere else.

I'm so sorry. Excuse me.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Mr Martin.

You know what this is about?

Yeah, yeah, I think I do, yeah.

She's completely overwrought. Still in
shock, I think.

Well, I got a call to say that she'd
vandalise your car, is that right? Oh,

not bothered about that, Constable.

What, you don't want me to take any
action?

Lord, no.

That would hardly help matters, would
it?

Well, I suppose not. That's very
considerate of you, sir.

I have a son of my own.

I can guess what she must be going
through.

Right, well, I'll just have a quick word
with her.

Ken, we'd better go.

Oh, no, you don't have to. No, really.

I'll get my coat.

What was all that about?

A little local difficulty.

Is it one of ours?

No.

No, not one of ours, Vic.

Night, Ken.

Night.

I'll see you, Ken.

Yeah, night, Vic.

Thanks very much.

Sorry.

Will it come off?

How the hell should I know?

Are you going to press charges?

Oh, that would be clever.

That would just help spread the word
that Ken Marsden sells dodgy motors.

Was it?

What? Dodgy.

Don't be stupid.

It's quite simple.

She blames herself for letting him buy a
car he couldn't handle.

Now she wants to shift the blame
somewhere else.

They didn't set fire to the car.

Not intentionally, perhaps.

We took a cigarette with him, he told
me.

I spoke to him.

Do you believe what he said?

Yes.

She knows the truth.

Who?

Mrs Marsden.

Go easy. I've had quite a lot already.

Go to bed.

You want me to stay down for one with
you?

Go to bed.

Anne?

Don't lock the door.

Well, if you do me a favor, take Mrs.
Martin into the interview room, then

make her a cup of tea or something.

Will do.

Come this way.

Very good.

Shoplifting.

Mrs. Martin?

Where? The new self -service place.

There must be some mistake.

Nope.

The manager said it was the second time
he'd caught her at it.

Well, that's self -service for you.

The stuff should be under glass or
behind bars.

Hello?

PC Bradley, Ashfordly Police.

Can I speak to Mr Markman, please?

Right, will he be staying overnight?

Right, well, could I have the number for
the hotel, please?

Thank you very much.

What do you want billiards for?

I tell you, there's something to take.

Hello?

Yes, I'm trying to get a hold of a Mr
Kenneth Marston.

Yes, he'd get.

I wouldn't mind, but where are the
slippers at the end of the door?

Hello?

I'm sorry, who am I speaking to?

No, I'd like to speak to a Mr Kenneth
Marston, please.

Yeah, hello, sir.

P .P. Bradley, Ashfordly Police.

It's about your wife.

Where have you been? I thought you'd
emigrated.

Hope the pigeons are a bit quicker than
you pair.

Are you sure they've lived there long
enough to get their bearings, Claude?

only sending the end bird.

And from where you're letting her go,
she's got to fly back over here to get

Simcox's. There's no way she's going
back there when her grub and her

boyfriend's back here, is there?

They're few safe, though.

The basket will have to go on your lap.

The things I get asked to do.

So you do have the money to pay for
these items?

Yes.

But you didn't put them in the basket
with your other shopping?

No.

You do remember the previous incident at
the same shop?

Yes.

That matter was resolved, Constable.

At no time, either then or now, did Mrs.
Marston intend to permanently deprive

the shop of goods or payment.

Is that true?

Naturally, my client offers full and
immediate restitution.

I'm afraid it's not as simple as that,
Mr. Ellis.

If the shop manager wants to press
charges, Mr Ellis... The manager will be

guided by you. You know that.

She's not a criminal, for heaven's sake.

It's the court to decide.

We're merely following procedure.

I think.

And does that include manhandling her on
her way here?

What do you mean?

She's got an arm injury.

Are you saying we caused it?

Well, put it this way.

The early release of Mrs Marsden and
some speedy medical attention would suit

everyone concerned.

I'm sorry, but if there's any suggestion
of an injury, I'd like it examined by a

police doctor.

Will you stop playing about with the
basket?

I'm just seeing if it's all right.

You're gonna let it out. I won't. You
will.

Lovely.

Who did this?

Are you sure these injuries couldn't
have been caused accidentally?

Yes.

And yet she won't name anyone.

Why not, do you think?

They've been married for over 20 years.

Hang on.

We can't be certain it's Marston.

Oh, come on, who else can it be?

This needs sorting out, Sarge.

And how do you intend to do that?

All him in and bang him up?

If necessary, yes.

On what grounds?

You know as well as I do, unless she
files a formal complaint, we can't do

anything. So we turn a blind eye, is
that what you're saying?

Is that what you're saying?

Well, exactly.

But outside interference could make the
problem worse.

Hang on, you said Mrs.

Marsden was black and blue.

How much worse can it get?

Oh, come on, have a look. Shut the damn
door.

That was quick, wasn't it?

It is good news, isn't it, Mr
Greengrass?

I thought that was a cockbird.

I must have got the numbers mixed up
somehow.

Easy done, eh?

Ah, but there's no need for you to
mention it in company.

I'll be back now.

Look, that flaming door!

You'd better go and get his grub before
he changes his mind.

Most of the time things are fine and...
and it all goes wrong.

You mustn't know I've told anyone.

That's misplaced loyalty, Anne.

Promise me.

Your list is suggesting that the police
might be in some way responsible for

your injuries.

What are you going to say to him?

I'll tell him I had an accident or
something.

Craddock doesn't want to know.

It is Martin, isn't it?

She won't make a complaint.

I don't believe this at all.

We said the wrong without so much as a
word to him, is that it?

What's Neil saying?

Neil agrees with Craddock.

Dr Doolittle agrees.

Well, you want to go and give Martha a
good hiding, do you?

Yeah, I do.

Don't you?

Oh, perhaps you're just not up to it.

Well, did he leave his brain at home
this morning?

What, do you think I don't feel for this
woman?

Oh, perhaps you should show it a bit
more.

To what purpose, when you won't even
accuse the man?

Oh, Nils, you won't betray her husband
as she sees it, but the shoplifting show

now does. but she's for help. Maggie,
we've seen this sort of thing before.

Marsden will probably turn up with a
smile and a bunch of flowers and all

be forgiven.

Oh, well, now he's left his brain
behind.

Constable, is my wife still here?

Yes.

She's with your solicitor.

What's that mean?

She's to be bailed to appear in court.

Did you charge her?

Yes, I am.

Sir.

Where is she?

Sweetheart, how are you?

What's the matter?

I just fell awkwardly this morning and
hurt it.

I'm going to get you home right now.

Don't worry.

I'll sort this nonsense out.

Neil was right.

Not right.

Just accurate.

Bullies are bullies, Maggie, until
someone stands up to them.

Oh, well, in the end, it's up to Anne.

Well, maybe so, but... Well, I think she
needs help.

You know, Mike, Neil's not very good at
acting on instincts.

It's no bad thing in a doctor, it's
just... sometimes he can seem a bit

So, what do you think?

We go down to Marsden's place in
Stockingmark and sort him out?

If only.

Look, failing that.

How do you fancy a drink?

Well, it sounds great, but duty calls.

I'll, um... I'll phone you.

Yes. I'll look forward to it.

How you doing, Brian?

Doc says I've only got ten minutes.

I've got to make a report.

Why?

It's just what you do when someone's
been injured in a road accident, that's

all.

It was for staring.

How do you mean?

It just packed up on me as I went into
the band.

Okay, okay.

Just take it one step at a time, all
right?

You'll bore a hole in that machine going
a bit like that.

I just passed down the thought of
Marston getting off shot for... For

his wife or selling the car.

Both, Alf.

Both.

From what I recall, the night the Jag
was vandalised, you were very taken with

Mr Marston.

Taken in by him, I think you mean, Alf.

I believe Brian Ryder.

I think the car was unsafe.

Well, it'll take a bit more guile and a
lot less heat to nail a bloke like

Marsden.

If I got something on it, something that
would make his wife cooperate with us,

would you use it?

Drive a wedge between them.

Oh, you're on your own there, lad.

I'm not best suited to answering
questions of a matrimonial nature.

I've moved out.

Couldn't stand it any longer.

Well, where are you going to stay?

Don't know.

No.

No.

I'm no expert, but surely people who buy
second -hand cars accept that they may

have mechanical defects.

Well, not to the point that they're
unsafe.

Ask Gene Ryder.

Where was your husband on Tuesday
evening at about ten o 'clock?

Tuesday evening?

At home, I think.

All evening?

I think so.

Why?

Well, I believe someone set fire to
Brian Ryder's car to destroy it as a

of evidence.

Shouldn't you be having this
conversation with my husband?

I don't think he'd be honest with me, do
you?

He's a businessman.

No more or less honest than his
competitor.

And is he more or less honest with you?

More, of course.

Why, of course?

Is there a point to this?

When I arrested you yesterday, I tried
to call your husband, but he

was out of the area.

For a business meeting?

Yes.

The garage gave me the number of his
hotel.

Well, according to the desk, there was a
Mr. and Mrs. Martin in room

205.

Yes.

And?

Well, you weren't with him.

What are you suggesting?

When I...

Called the room.

A woman answered the phone.

Get out.

Mrs Marsden, please. Get out!

All right, I'll take you to the station.
You can take the basket down the line

and release them there, and then you can
come back on the next train.

How far down the line, Lord?

It don't really matter. A couple of
stops will do. Do we know if the hen

broken to your loft?

She's never flown from there before, has
she?

No, that's true, but the cockbird will
bring her back, you see.

Not only that, she'll want to get back
to her eggs, won't she?

They were quick.

Do they usually breed that fast?

You never know with pigeons.

Must be that speed cake you're giving
them.

You're probably right.

I shall have to stop eating it.

Thanks,

Mike. Yeah.

Right, look.

Two -ninth.

That's it.

Yes!

Come on, Mark. You did it.

You want some more?

No, no, I'm fine.

Do you know, Tony, I've got to go out?

Yes.

What happened to your meeting yesterday?

What?

When he had to come and collect me.

He was supposed to stay overnight.

We called it sure.

Agreed to meet again.

Nuisance for you.

Yeah, well... Who were you meeting?

The usual people.

Do secretaries turn up at these
meetings?

No.

Why?

I was curious.

When the police called your hotel room,
a woman answered the phone.

I thought we agreed not to talk about it
yesterday.

Who was she?

She was a chambermaid, putting clean
towels in the room.

I hadn't realised chambermaids answer
phones.

What is this?

Are you questioning me?

Never, ever question me.

My day was ruined by you.

Ruined by your seabings, pinches, shoe
polish, God knows what.

And now you're checking up on me.

Stupid, witless woman.

Don't I give you enough money?

Don't dare lock it.

Can only do the one dish, mind.

Simple, really. I'll show you if you
like.

But if it's so simple, how come you've
used every flaming pan in the kitchen

then?

I make myself scared.

Go on.

I think I need to talk to you.

He did go out for a time that evening.

Why are you telling me this?

Has he hurt you again?

I have some.

Like Gene Ryder.

Do you know something about Brian's car?

Possibly. If not his, others'. Like
what?

The couple we were having dinner with
the night Gene Ryder made her protest.

Vic and Sally Owen.

Vic is an insurance assessor.

He and Ken have a sideline.

What sort of sideline?

Every so often, Ken gets a phone call
from Vic about some car or other.

Well, how do you know?

Well, he always calls them at home.

And they're very careful to keep it
separate from Ken's official businesses.

So Vic gives your husband information
about cars?

Yes. Cars that have been written off.

Is that what you're saying?

I think so.

If your husband keeps this operation
separate, where does he take written

cars to be repaired?

I don't know.

In the chilly hours and minutes of
uncertainty, I

want to be in the warm hold of your
loving mind.

To feel you all around me and take your
hand

along the sand.

I put on my ears while trying to catch
the wind.

Come on.

Come on, it's

waiting for you.

Hello?

Ah, morning, Vic. How are things
looking?

Right, well, if you do that, Vic, I'll
get my end ready to receive it.

Approximate time?

Just so I can make a note, Vic, would
you repeat all that?

I just wanted to thank you for my
birthday card.

Oh. We'll do something special tonight,
eh?

Yes, if you like.

See you later.

Come as the crow flies, Claude. I hope
not.

I never heard of a crow winning the
Federation Cup.

You know what I mean.

Yeah, I do.

No, the truth is that nobody really
knows how they find their way home.

A bit like me on Friday night.

I'm sure they'll be here by now, though.

Yeah, they should.

I hope they're not running to a posse of
peregrines.

Constable Bradley, please.

I think I must be walking that floor.

I'll go up to Semcox's and see if
they're there.

I think you're Barry Davis.

Hang on, hang on, who's this?

Bernie?

Where the devil have you been?

They've not come back, Bernie. Oh, yes,
they have.

They're in here.

What do you mean, in there?

The idea was you should let them off
when you got to the other end.

Yeah, well, neither of them had shipped
themselves out of the basket.

When I did get them off the ground, one
of them went and sat on the signal, the

other just flew round in circles.

In circles?

Aye, and the stationmaster told me why.

One of its wings is damaged. It was like
a boat with one oar going round.

I reckon we reached your refund, Claude.

Hang on a minute. I was just following
Wally's stock book. I mean, there must

a bit of a mix -up somewhere.

You're not kidding.

When I got to the other end of the line,
this is what I found in the basket.

You can't have.

She's already laid her two for the
season.

Exactly.

They're both hen birds, Claude. You
couldn't even pick a flipping pair.

So you know the time and the place of
the pick -up, but not the destination?

Yes, Sarge.

But if she's taking the risk, it's up to
us to make it pay.

If it works, we can find the place where
Martin takes the right -off and time in

at the same time.

You're the only one of us he doesn't
know, Sarge.

The tow truck is leaving now.

Over.

Morning, sir. Morning. Do you mind
stepping out of the cab, please?

Yeah.

I'm not interested. That's your problem.

The parts were promised four weeks ago.

What the hell's this doing here?

It must have come from the wrong place.

Where's the regular driver?

He's off sick.

Did you not get directions?

Must have taken the wrong turn.

You can say that again.

Go back the way you came.

Turn left at the light, then first
right, just past the bridge. There's an

engineering building.

Rightio.

What's the game?

Get this wreck out of here.

I'd like you to accompany me, please,
sir.

Come here. I've just told you where to
go. He made it to the station.

Sir.

Cheers.

Thanks.

Will Marston go to prison?

Yeah, I think so.

I'd like to think Anne won't be waiting
for him when he comes out.

But you wouldn't bank on it?

No.

No, in general, people put up with an
awful lot before they look at their

marriages to failure.

I suppose so.

Have you eaten?

No. Why?

Well, I've... I've booked us a table for
dinner.

Oh.

Was that a problem?

I'm not sure that's such a good idea.

Why not?

But Neil might get the wrong impression.

And that bothers you, doesn't it?

Funny enough, yes.

He's asked me to move back in with him.

Before things all went wrong.

He and I did have some very good times.

Even the chance, I'd like to think that
we could do again.

I'm sorry if there's been any
misunderstanding.

Misunder... No.

No, it's... It's good. It's good. Look,
here's to you and Neil.

Good luck.

Here's good luck to you too, Mike.

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

Heartbeat, why does that love chip in my
memory?