All language subtitles for heartbeat_s08e14_where_there_s_a_will

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

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

Hiya, Peg.

Are you ready?

I think so.

What's happening to all this stuff,
then?

Oh, Bernie's script is going to store
some of it for me.

It'll be over sometime today.

They haven't given out for rain, have
they?

No.

Come on.

Oh,

and the spaghetti.

Your eggs.

Oh, don't worry, Peggy.

I won't be a minute.

Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far
away

Now it looks as though they're here to
stay Oh, I

believe in yesterday Suddenly

Peggy?

Peg!

Peg!

Peggy, what are you doing?

I've changed my mind.

I'm not leaving.

But you've got to. I can't.

Look, you know you've got no choice.

I've lived here all my life.

I know that.

I'm not going, and that's that.

Peggy, people are going to be coming to
look round.

Look, you're better off with me and Mary
till it's sold.

I'll buy it. You haven't got the money.

have wanted me to go without a fight.

Look, what's happened is wrong.

But it's the law, Peggy. You can't fight
it. Let go.

Peggy, please.

You're only making things worse.

You're a good girl, Gina, that's...

Yes, Mr. Ryle.

Throw everything in.

Right,

but there's your job sheet. And in
addition, I want you to meet Mr. Fraser,

vendor of Deep Bank Farm. He said when
he drove past earlier, there wasn't a

sale sign to be seen.

Wasn't there? That's funny. We put that
in.

Aye. Up in the wind, blow it down.

That'd be the wind, sir.

Well, see to it, would you? And Seven
Lane End has been sold, so tack that on

the sale board if you go.

Right, sir. Thank you very much, sir.

Hey, that didn't take long to sell. No,
I get the commission for doing notes.

We're in the wrong game, aren't we?

Come on.

Oh,

Phil, you must be fancying a promotion.

Why's that?

There's no to that window you can
afford.

How long's that been parked there?

Come on, we're loading.

And now you're not.

All right, all right, keep your old mitt
on, we're going.

I'm sure he's related to Blaketon.

And you.

Why are you still here?

What do you want?

Only what's mine.

I'm not leaving.

There's no choice.

I'm selling this place with vacant
possession.

This farm is so old it'll be over my
dead body.

Well, that's as may be.

Dead or not, you can't win, so why don't
you see sense?

Oh, do your work.

I'm not going without a fight.

What's that?

Go on, harder than that. Come on, you'll
be here all night. Go on, hit it!

Hey! Hey, will you concentrate on what
you're doing?

I heard something.

You'll hear something if you hit my
hand. It'll be my foot and it'll have my

boot round it. Come on.

Oh, Lord!

Clear off my land!

What's wrong with you, Peggy?

Did you pull this sign out?

Yes! The farm's not for sale.

Since when?

Since now.

Clear off!

I thought you owned this place now.

I do.

Leave the signs as they are.

Look, just keep it simple.

Single man seat flat.

I was thinking more along the lines of
clean living, young professional,

superior accommodation.

No, that'll cost you double.

Flannel doesn't come cheap, you know.

Why don't you just stick a card in
Blaketon's post office window?

Well, that's an idea.

Then you'll have your advert and a
personal reference in the one place.

Reference?

For your landlord.

What Oscar Blakely doesn't know about
you isn't worth knowing.

True.

Back to plan A.

Single, man, big, flat.

Hello, madam. Can I help you?

No. No, that's all right, lass.

I can manage.

Mr. Ryle, there's a lady going by her
account here.

She and her brother farmed there all
their lives. So naturally, it's a great

lunch.

He was killed in a car accident.

Yes, along with his wife. They were on a
touring holiday.

Tragic, of course, but I have a job to
do and we have to get her out.

Hello.

I'm Petey Bradley.

That's quite a mess out there.

What happened?

He's already told you.

Well, I'd like to hear it from you,
please.

I came to take the notice that now my
farm's not for sale.

Your farm?

Mine by rights.

But not by law.

Your late brother's wife left it to her
son, I believe.

It wasn't hers to leave.

In the ten years Joan spent there, she
never turned her hand to anything except

varnish in her nails.

She were a widow on the loose when she
snapped up our Eric.

Well, vandalising offices and signs
isn't going to solve anything, is it?

Now, if you have a genuine grievance, I
suggest you go and see a solicitor.

Solicitors?

It's them that got me into this.

Am I under arrest?

Well, that depends on Mr Ryle, if he
wants to press charges.

Well, either way, I suggest you get
advice.

Why isn't anyone coming here to dust?

A cleaner, yes, but she never seems to
get up to this floor.

If you'd come to me sooner, I might have
been able to stop John Fraser getting

probate. What are you saying?

That I could have stayed at D Bank?

Well, for as long as it took to sort
out.

So Eric's solicitor could have stepped
in for me?

I'm not supposed to say that. Why not?

Because he's downstairs and he's my
uncle.

Oh.

To be fair, probate was granted very
quickly.

While he was fast asleep.

But his office is always clean and tidy.

We can still challenge your sister -in
-law's will.

So the farm would come to me?

I'm afraid not. Your brother died in
test dates, which meant that the farm

to his wife as next of kin. But if she
died with him, I'm his next of kin.

That's what I keep saying.

The law says that when a husband and
wife die together, the younger of the

is deemed to have died last.

Therefore, it is Joan's will that
applies, and she left everything to her

But you said we could challenge it. Only
the provision. We can't stop the sale

of the farm if that's what Joan's son
wants to do.

So I'll be left without a roof over my
head.

I know what you're saying, but...

I know Peggy Tatton has been dealt a bad
hand, but there's no reason why she

should take it out on somebody who's
done that wrong, is there? Who's done

wrong? You're talking to her.

I've heard some things said about your
club, but never that.

Scotch, please, Jeannie.

I haven't seen you for a few weeks,
Kenny.

No, you won't be seeing me again for a
while either. I'm off down south.

Contract job.

Oh? So what are you going to do at your
place, then?

How do you mean?

Are they going to let you?

Oh, my first thing tomorrow. I've no
time to organise anything.

Why don't you put it in the hands of
somebody who's can?

Like who?

You're talking to him.

You! Get off her!

Why not?

I mean, I'm in the estate agency
business, aren't I? You knocked the

Claude. Up to now.

I mean, the collision I'd charge, it'd
be fractional compared to what Riles has

been charged. No, thanks.

Do it.

Cut off your nose to spite your face.
Want to come round first thing in the

morning? We'll chat about it. I mean, if
I say what I like. I'll give you the

money up front.

Cash up front?

Yeah.

In reddies and all. So think about it.

She may still be around.

So what?

No point in rousing her if we can help
it.

How are you going to interest buyers
pussyfooting around like this? Don't

about that, Mr Fraser. Come on, first
things first. Let's get this inventory

checked. I'll take a look in the bar.

McChatton?

Hello?

Mr. Hatton?

And about time you had a lift put in.

Oh, this is the sort of stuff you young
'uns go in for, is it?

Well, I must admit, it's nice and tidy.
Well, it is compared to my place.

How long are you going for?

Three months, could be more.

Tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you £10 a month.

£30 in advance.

It must be lovely to be educated.

I'm not making much out of this, you
know.

You won't let some vandal in here, will
you, Claude? No, I'm torn down.

It's quality gear, is it?

Any breakages, the tenant pays. All I
need from you is a note to say that I'm

acting on your behalf.

Ah, yeah, put that in your pocket and
stop whinging.

Do we toss for it?

No, I'll go. She knows me.

Well, she knows them. It doesn't seem to
count.

You'll turn after me.

Take your time, then.

What do you want?

I just want to talk to you.

Come on, Peggy.

Put the gun away and come on downstairs.

No.

Well, I'll have to come up to you then.

Stop where you are!

I'm warning you!

Look, I just want to talk, that's all.

How many others are out there?

Only me.

I just want to help.

You want to, but you can't.

But I can try.

Come on, Peggy, this isn't the way.

That's far enough.

Oh, please.

Please, I want you to go.

This is my home and I just want to be
left alone.

You'll be releasing her without charge,
I assume?

I'm afraid not, Miss Lambert.

It was clearly an accident.

Really? Bradley?

Well, if the first one was an accident,
Sarge, the second certainly wasn't.

She thought they were intruders.

I think we'll let the court decide,
shall we?

You're going to keep this poor woman in
suspense?

After what she's gone through already?

This poor woman had a gun and wasn't
afraid to use it. It seems to me she's

much a danger to herself as to others.

That's nonsense.

She told Mr Fraser the sale of the farm
would be over her dead body.

A figure of speech, Bargent.

I'm not prepared to take that risk.

And I doubt the court will either.

In my experience, the justices don't
appreciate the police bouncing old

unnecessarily into court.

Well, we'll have to see, won't we?

In her experience, indeed.

All five minutes of it.

Are you going to instruct the police to
look into their insides?

No. I think I'll prosecute this one
myself.

From your bedroom window, you saw two
men.

You did what next, exactly?

I fired a shot through the window.

Why?

I thought they were burglars.

I didn't want them coming back.

Do you see the two men in court?

Yes.

Well, I'm told it was Mr. Ryle and Mr.
Fraser who came to see me.

Do you recognise them now?

Oh, yes.

But, you see, at the time, well, they
had their backs to me.

Mr. Ryle and Mr. Fraser are involved in
the selling of Deep Bank Farm, am I

right?

Yes. A sale which would effectively make
you homeless.

Yes or no?

Yes. Miss Patton, you knew exactly who
was calling, didn't you?

No. In fact, you rigged up a device to
warn of their arrival.

And when they did, I think you intended
not only to put them in fear of their

lives, but also to cause them serious
injury.

Oh, your worship.

I've been brought up with guns all my
life. If I'd wanted to take a pop shot

them, I would have done.

You haven't said how much yet, Claude.

Wait till you see the inside.

Come on, Phil.

Come on, this is where it's all
happening.

Right, there you are.

What did I say?

Well, it's more what you didn't say.

How much?

You must like it.

How much, Claude?

Fifteen quid a month.

Fifteen? Well, places like this don't
come cheap, do they? I mean, what were

hoping for?

Ten. I hope you said ten, because that's
about all you get for that.

Well, I'm prepared to negotiate.

So am I, as long as we start at fifteen.

What did Miss Tatton say to you?

She asked me to leave.

Was she upset?

Yes.

In what way?

Hysterical?

No.

Angry?

A little.

Frightened?

Yes.

Of the intruders? Well, it's hardly
surprising, is it?

No, I meant frightened of losing her
home.

She said that to you, did she?

Well, not out loud, no.

Oh, so you're a mind reader, are you?

Let's stick to facts, shall we,
Constable?

You've heard Mr. Ryle and Mr. Fraser
make claims concerning my client's

behavior.

However, at no time did she threaten
them directly with a shotgun.

And her actions after the first
accidental shot were those of a woman

dealing with men that she believed to be
intruders.

Accordingly, I ask you to see Ms. Tutton
as a woman more sinned against than

sinning and urge you to find her not
guilty of this offense.

That's put his nose out of joint. No
reason to crow.

I hadn't said I'd found you alternative
accommodation. You may not have been

given a conditional discharge.

Yes, well... I'll arrange for someone to
collect your things from the farm. No

need. I'll fetch them myself.

No.

Peggy, you don't set foot there again.

Is that clear?

You said come round for a drink. I
didn't think you meant we'd be sharing

Well, I had to pay Greengrass a week in
advance.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You some math?

What for?

You black?

There are no spills on here.

There are no spills then? Oh, I see. So
you'll be eating outside then, will you?

It was never that bad.

Not that bad?

Mary's still hoovering up your mess at
my place.

Yeah? Kenny Galloway?

No, he's not here.

Where is he?

Well, he's gone away.

I don't know where, either. Sorry.

So, who are you?

Me?

Well, why?

I'm interested in people.

Yeah, well, this one's busy.

That makes two of us.

What's the problem, Phil?

This bloke's looking for Galloway.

I've got catch -up business with him.

Er, what's that?

Galloway Oaks?

I catch up with.

Yeah, well, I told you, he's not here.

So, what are you two doing here?

I'm renting the place.

Yeah?

And does Galloway collect?

No.

Claude Jeremiah Greengrass, he's agent.

So go and do your heavy breathing
routine on him.

Now.

Coppers, eh?

Oh, well.

No offence, gentlemen.

If Galloway shows up, cut him to a
drainpipe, then I won't have to trouble

again.

Lot four.

Deep bank farm.

Forty acres, small holding, weird
farmhouse. What am I bid?

Ten thousand pounds, anyone?

Ten thousand? No? Well, come on, start
me off. Nine? Nine? Eight?

Eight, perhaps?

8 ,000. Thank you, sir. 8 ,000 pounds I
bid. 8 ,200.

Yes, thank you, sir. 8 ,200.

8 ,200. 8 ,200. 8 ,400.

8 ,400. 8 ,600.

8 ,600. Thanks. 8 ,600. 8 ,800.

8 ,800. 8 ,800. 9 ,000.

9 ,000 pounds. Against you, sir. 9 ,000.

No. Have you finished, sir?

Right. 9 ,000 then. Are we all done?

Madam?

9 ,500.

9 ,500.

He wouldn't do it. 9 ,600.

9 ,600. 9 ,700, anyone?

Yes. Thank you, sir.

9 ,800.

9 ,800.

10 ,000 am I bid? 10 ,000 I am bidding.

10 ,100.

10 ,100.

10 ,200.

Yes. Thank you, sir.

£10 ,300.

£10 ,300.

£10 ,400? No?

£10 ,400, anyone?

You bid it over here at £10 ,300.

No advance?

Going once, going twice. £10 ,300.

Just before we go on, ladies and
gentlemen, I would like to assure myself

the last bidder is able to make good her
bid.

Yes, I can.

And if Lot's fives is nice, I'll have
that one as well.

There, Brian, would you please show the
lady out? Come on, now, look. Let me out

of here.

Now, be careful.

Out!

Take her on, Brian. Take her on. Come
on.

Excuse me.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

The name's Baz.

Door was open.

Oh, well, that was a dog's benefit, not
yours. What do you want?

Money. Well, that explains it. You've
obviously taken the wrong turn in court.

Not what I heard.

I were told you were Kenny Galloway's
rent collector.

Who told you that?

Well, P .C. Plumb that's paying it.

Oh, well, if I'm... Well, what's it got
to do with you?

Hey. Hey.

Galloway's late with his HP payments.

Live now, pay never. That's his style.

Well, that's got no to do with me.

Maybe not.

But now I can save you the bother.

How do you mean?

When the rent's due for collection, you
can leave that little job to me.

Have you escaped from somewhere?

I don't.

Come in.

She claimed her client was acting in
self -defense.

What did the witnesses say?

Well, they say she started the rumpus,
but that Ryle's men were heavy -handed.

We're the defenseless old lady.

Yes, Sarge.

Can we make it stick in court?

Well, I'd say we're on a hiding to
nothing again, Sarge.

That was close, Peppy.

I had every faith in you. You just got
to stop.

If Sergeant Craddock had gone into court
and proved that you'd broken your

conditional discharge, you'd have been
sentenced for the previous offence and

the new one.

He knows better than to take us on.

I've talked to the council, Peggy, and
told them of your circumstances.

They may have a flat available.

A flat?

It's time you started to think about
your future and not the past.

She's forgotten this.

Thanks.

It's amazing what damage you can do with
an umbrella and a good solicitor.

The sergeant is not a happy man.

No, and I don't blame him, really.

Just doing my job, Constable.

Well, not quite.

You convinced the court you could keep
your client in check.

I'm not her jailer.

Well, obviously not.

The auction of Deep Bank Farms has been
put back till Thursday.

Any chance you could make good your
promises?

What sort of flat? A flat.

A one -bedroom flat.

Second floor, I think they said.

Second floor?

Hiya. What can I get you?

Old Scots, please.

Straight? Yeah.

Can you put it on my room bill, please?

Yeah, of course I can.

Here you go. Oh, thanks.

I'll be seeing you another couple of
nights, if that's all right.

It's fine, yeah.

What do you want?

You know, I'm trying to think, how long
has it been?

15, 16 years? What do you want?

I want to fly for your luck, John.

There is no money. It didn't sell.

Ah, no?

Oh, well, there.

She's a game old girl, your step
-auntie.

Think you're letting her stay?

No, you're not.

You'll sell, all right, and when you do,
I'll have my share.

Your share!

Sit down. Sit down. Come on. You know
it's only right.

Look, hold on. John, John.

Look, I'm in his spot, John. I'm in a
real spot. Oh, forget it. Look, I can't.

Don't you see? I've got to have my
share.

You haven't got a share.

I'm family, John. I'm family, and I want
my money. Get down. I love you, mate.

Come on, come on. What's going on? Now,
come on, you two. That's enough.

Now, take my advice.

Put some space between you.

Now.

Have you stopped watering down the beer
now, Gina?

What's that supposed to mean?

I've just broken up a fight outside.

Oh, well, I bet you don't know who it
was and all.

They're having a right go at each other
in here.

Well, one of them dropped this in the
scuffle, and the name inside is Fraser.

Stanley Fraser.

Who's in there?

Auntie Peggy?

You're no relative of mine. Go away!

Come out and stop being stupid.

It's my house and my room.

And I'm not leaving!

Yeah? Yeah, I've got that, Mr Fraser.
Someone will be with you shortly.

Come on, Bradley, look lively.

It's not.

I've got John Fraser on the phone.
Apparently Peggy Tatton's barricaded

into her bedroom at Deep Bank Farm and
he can smell petrol.

I'll go direct.

You get hold of Miss Lambert.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Where?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, let's get inside.

The shop looks nice.

All items in this room have been removed
in quest of magistrate's court.

Said court.

She's upstairs.

You see if you can get through to her.

If we break the door down, she says
she'll set fire to the place with

inside it.

Lost for words now, are we?

McTatton?

It's Petey Bradley.

I've brought Miss Lambert.

Oh.

Hello, Peggy.

Hello.

Peggy, you have to come out of there.

I know how awful it must be to leave the
place that you love.

Oh?

How do you know?

Please, Peggy.

You have to make a new start.

I'm too old for new starts.

I've lived here, and I'll die here.

I went to see the flat.

It's really nice.

Very light.

You'd have shops close by, people to
talk to.

There's nothing for you here, Peggy.

No.

No, there's nothing for me.

Just memories.

Nothing to look forward to.

Peggy, there is something to look
forward to.

Something I'd like you to help me with.

What? A wedding.

Who's getting married?

I am.

I need someone to help me make my dress
and I thought of you.

May he?

Yes.

Will you be wearing white?

Yes, of course.

Oh, yeah, you had fun and games with
Peggy Tutton last night.

Yeah. It's difficult to know what to do
with her, really. She, uh...

She certainly doesn't belong in a police
cell.

Well, if it's any consolation, you can
tell her that John Fraser's not resting

any easier either.

How come?

Well, I broke up a fight between him and
one of his relatives outside the pub

yesterday. The family vulture circling,
eh?

Seems like it. But what puzzles me is
why this particular vulture uses a false

name when he books into the pub.

How do you know that?

Gina.

I picked up his wallet after the
scuffle. His real name was inside it.

Stanley Fraser.

Really?

It's obvious he didn't want anyone to
know he was here.

The question is, though, why?

I'm due over at Deep Bank Farm to get a
statement off John Fraser about last

night.

Perhaps he's got the answer.

How are you?

Fair. Are they treating you well?

Five star.

When can I go?

I'm not sure.

Sit down, Peggy.

They're thinking of charging you with
attempted arson.

But I never lit a match. I know.

But for the moment, you'll just have to
call your heels.

I shall miss the auction.

Yes.

What's that, then?

There isn't going to be a wedding,
either, is there?

No.

You made it up.

Yeah, sorry.

You sounded so gloomy.

It was all I could think of on the spur
of the moment.

Did you believe me?

Not really.

But it was a nice thought.

What do you want?

I thought I'd made that clear.

Nothing doing.

Think about it, John.

I've thought.

16 years since I last set eyes on you. I
don't want to ever see you again.

Well, I can live with that as soon as I
get my money.

You aren't going to get any money. Look,
you're not stupid, John. I want half.

Half? Half?

See sense, John. See sense.

What are you planning to do with that?

I'm going to get rid of her problem.

Don't think I wouldn't in self -defence.

I've got witnesses saw you threatening
me.

You'd do that to me, would you, son?

Don't call me that! Put it down! Never
ever call me that!

Calm down, John, calm down!

Mr Fraser, is the gun loaded?

No, I don't think so.

What's going on?

There's nothing to worry about,
Constable.

Really?

You wouldn't happen to be Stanley Fraser
by any chance.

Uncle Stan called in unexpectedly and
surprised me, that's all.

Uncle Stan, is it? The surprise package.

That's why you booked into the Adenfield
Arms under a false name.

Like you said, Constable, I wanted to be
busy to be surprised.

I don't know what's going on between you
two.

But if there's any more of this, I'll
arrest you both.

All right, all right.

Now the injury's off.

Having a lie -in with you, Claude?

What's up with you?

What's up with me?

I got no sleep last night. That's what's
up with me.

Well, that's no reason to come knocking
the paint off my door.

I got no sleep last night because
Galloway's bed's been repossessed.

Eh? Yeah, along with the rest of the
furniture.

The what?

The whole place stripped bare.

How do you know it wasn't nicked?

Because housebreakers don't stick
distress warrants to the wall.

Fully furnished is what I pay for,
Claude.

empty box.

Are you looking for me?

Yeah. Don't tell me she's escaped.

No, I just wanted to check something out
with you, that's all.

By what?

Eric Tatton's wife, Joan.

Didn't Peggy say she was a widow before
she married him?

Yeah, I think so. Why? I think I've just
met her first husband.

You think?

John Fravor said it was his uncle's dad.

So what makes you say it was his father?

Well, I overheard him calling John son.

Well, it's an expression, isn't it?
Sure, sure, but it sent John into a

meant more to him than that, and I think
that's strange.

Sam Fraser booked into the pub under
another name.

Why?

You tell me.

If Joan Tatton wasn't a widow, would
that make any difference to Peggy's

situation? No.

Widowed or divorced, Joan's wills filled
down, then she left everything to John.

Right, thanks.

Unless... What?

I'd better go and check something.

You going trendy, Mr. Greengrass?

Going round the twist, more like.

These were repossessed from somebody who
had too much taste for his pocket.

Do you think I'll fetch out?

Oh, who knows.

You really are interested.

Only if I can get off a note.

Well, you've got the right sort of
space.

I've got the right space, all right.

That's for the police station.

Just a moment, please.

Mike!

This was Lambert for you.

Hello.

Well, any time now, why?

Right, I'll meet you there.

£5 ,000, then. Do I have five -two
serves? Yes, five -two, thank you. Five

-four? Five -four I have. Five -six?

Five, six, five, eight.

Five, eight and 6 ,000 pounds. 6 ,000
pounds. You're going on, sir.

What happened?

You were right. Joan never got divorced
from Stan Fraser.

So? Well, if he's still alive, she must
have married Eric Tatton Begum. Hang on

a second.

You can't. Come on.

10 ,000. Thanks. Right, I have 10 ,000
pounds. I'll take five now.

10 ,000. Five, anyone?

Are you bidding, madam?

No, I'm not bidding.

And you're not selling either.

What on earth is it now?

You can't sell Deep Bank Farm because
John Fraser is not its legal owner.

This has gone well beyond a joke.

Mr Fraser will sue the hide -off you for
this. I doubt it.

Who is Dan Fraser?

What's that to you?

He's your father, isn't he?

What if he is?

He and your mother never got divorced.

What difference does that make?

A world of difference to Peggy Tatton.

When her brother died in test date, the
farm went to his next of kin.

The person assumed to be his wife.

But in law, Joan wasn't his wife because
her bigamy made the marriage null and

void. So if Joan wasn't Eric's legal
next of kin, she couldn't inherit the

Nor bequeath it to her son.

Which means that Peggy Tatton inherited
Deep Bank Farm, not you.

Is it over?

Yes. Can I go then?

Yes, you can go.

Straight back to the farm.

To the farm?

Yes, Peggy. You mean that deep bank
farm?

Yes. Come on, I'll explain on the way.

Is it true?

Well,

I'm on my way, Sergeant.

Thank you for looking after me.

Toast was a bit soggy, but four marks
for your tea.

We tried to please, madam.

Oh, policemen.

They get younger, don't they?

I think you're in there, Sarge.

We've just finished unloading.

Everything back in place?

Oh, more or less.

More or less?

Oh, well, you know what Kenny Galloway's
tastes like. It's a bit fashion and

fad, isn't it?

How do you mean? Well, you know, it's a
bit near today and gone tomorrow, but

we've made it look a bit old and antique
-y.

Antique -y?

Why don't you go up and have a look? Go
on.

Just look at that.

When my baby kisses me

Heartbeat

Why doesn't my kiss stay in my memory?