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

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

Peter? Peter!

Stay down, old man.

Don't touch.

More tea, Annie?

Yes, ma 'am.

We've got to tell the police.

Not today.

I can't risk upsetting her today.

You needn't accuse her of anything. Just make a note of what's been taken.

Of course, it could be him.

Mummy. Don't interrupt.

When I think of Rhodesia.

Hey, come on.

I want to go back, Cecil.

Tonight's going to be a new start, new friends, new social life. And who have

invited to our very first dinner party?

The village of Bobby.

We agreed to ask the solicitor. How would I know what her boyfriend did?

It'll be the dustman next.

What's the matter?

She doesn't want him knowing, mind.

I'm right.

Come on, Alf, what is it?

It is Ventress.

He's in hospital.

It's not serious, is it?

She's having an operation.

What sort of operation?

troubles.

Oh.

Ah.

Well, I'm really sorry to hear that.

She even did a box for me before she left.

Ah, here he is.

So you'll get straight on to the head man of Ashford, yes?

Well, I'll go to PC Claude, will I?

Not if he's coming for dinner.

Hi, David. You about right?

Hi, Mr Palmer.

Off you get them now, are you? Yeah, we're just on our way now, sir. Not more

than six and of decent quality.

Don't you worry, Mr Palmer. You can trust me.

I farmed 12 ,000 acres out in Rhodesia, so there's no use trying to fold me off

with any rubbish. Of course not, sir.

By the way, Mr Palmer, what about the umpents?

Well, I'll give you the umpents when I'm satisfied with the purchase.

Okay, Mr. Greengrass?

Couldn't be more delighted, sir.

Faultless.

Come on, darling.

Hurry up. We'll miss the bus.

Will you take me, Mummy?

Peter, I haven't got a car. Now come along. Give me a kiss and run along.

Please, Mummy.

Darling, don't be a silly boy. You've got a million things to do. Go on.

I'm going to wait for these down here.

They'll be cheaper, I think.

They're down there.

Defensive cup of tea.

No, I'm going to stop and watch.

I've had a call from a Mrs Palmer, Maple Cottage, Aidensfield.

What does she want?

She thinks one Annie Taylor has stolen the family silver.

Annie Taylor?

You know, Sag.

The one with all the kids.

Works as chief cook and bottle washer. Look, I'll take anything Mr and Mrs

Palmer say with a pinch of salt, Sag.

Nevertheless, a theft is a theft.

Normally, I'd have asked you to go up there, Bradley.

But Mrs Palmer particularly requested the top man.

Jackie and I have got to go up there for supper tonight.

Sorry, correction.

Dinner.

Yeah, well, it'll be dinner parties all the way now.

Now you're going out with a solicitor.

Mr.

Greengrass. Mr.

Greengrass.

What do you think you're playing at?

My iron them piglets right from the start, I did.

You're talking about it. Way over market price you paid for them.

Oh, I'm sure I did. Do they know you're out on your own? David, come on, I must

be in shape.

I must apologise.

In Africa, we had a gorgeous house.

Dozens of servants. I simply can't get used to slumming it like this.

So, about this missing silver.

Sergeant, you're sweating.

I'm not making you nervous, am I?

No, no.

Just that, er, perhaps two fires... Oh, silly me.

I keep forgetting how terrifyingly hardy you are.

Annie, turn off one of the fires, would you?

Now, then.

Can I call you Raymond?

Yes.

Well... The thing is, Raymond, six apostle spoons have vanished from the

cabinet.

Apostle spoons?

Right. Well, they've been in Cecil's mother's family for hundreds of years

they're extremely valuable.

Right.

The thing is, we're pretty sure Annie must have taken them, but we're

entertaining tonight and it wouldn't do to have her upset, so I don't want you

to question her.

I beg your pardon?

What I thought was, if you could put two or three of your good detectives onto

the case to recover the spoons, we could talk to Annie later when it's more

convenient.

She's not very bright, so she won't have taken them very far.

I'm sure one of your men will find them in no time.

Mrs Palmer, I think it's better if I came back in a day or two, don't you?

When you've had your little dinner party.

Because if I'm going to investigate a crime with limited police resources, I

don't want my hands tied.

So, Zambia again?

We don't call it that. We call it Northern Rhodesia.

Molly. She must be someone very special.

Getting a letter from you every day. My nurse.

Oh, I see.

You had a nurse out there.

She looked after me ever since I was a baby.

Was there a letter for me today, Mr. Blaketon?

No, I'm sorry.

Not today.

They do take a long time, you know.

Letters from Africa.

Okay. Thank you, Mr. Blaketon.

Me too. Come here.

So what exactly did this

Craddock fellow say?

Oh, not much.

He wanted to interview Annie, of course, but I told him to leave it till after

tonight.

What was he like?

Quite dishy, actually.

So I smiled my very best smile and melted him.

Utterly.

Naughty girl.

I think... Has Annie given you your dinner yet?

No. Go and tell her to you quickly, before the guests arrive.

You look lovely, Mummy.

That's very sweet of you, darling.

I had to make this work, darling.

Don't be too subtle.

I've only got two words for you.

Dinner party.

You can blame it on my uncle. I'm under orders.

I feel like a right idiot.

Well, you look very nice.

Yeah, well, nice. Nice is about it, isn't it?

What do you mean?

All this.

It's a bit nice and cosy.

Sometimes I just wonder what I'm still doing here, that's all.

I thought you had to be here.

Not anymore.

Well, go back to London if you're bored.

I'm not bored.

It's just, well, most of the cases I have to deal with are pretty small.

Can I have a word in your ear, Bradley?

Young Peter Palmer.

See what I mean?

Get

out,

Peter.

Children.

Honestly, one was enough for me, I can tell you.

Well, actually, I'm...

I need to have a word about young Peter.

What about?

Of course, in Africa, it was all so easy. One just handed the little horror

to a nursemaid, and that was that.

We had a marvellous girl called Molly, didn't we, darling?

Cheers.

Cheers. Cheers.

No, life in Rhodesia certainly spoilt one.

All you had to do was clap your hands and an ace of it would come running.

Zambia. I beg your pardon?

Isn't it called Zambia now?

He's not already a red let's not get on to politics not before we've even

started eating I've been everybody

Delicious

Come on, let's get out of here.

Don't forget, if the farmer starts moaning... Hey,

if he starts moaning, don't forget.

He definitely said if we couldn't get lambs, he'd accept pigs.

Did he?

No, but what's that got to do with it?

Oh, you're talking about lying, Mr. Greengrass. It's not a question of

lies, David. It's just being a bit economical with the truth, and it's your

fault. You don't go to a livestock auction and start practicing semaphore.

just trying to attract you, Mr. Greengrass.

Attract me? You couldn't attract me if you were your sister.

Anyway, don't forget, he definitely said if we couldn't get lambs, what would he

accept?

Pigs.

Go fish!

More wine, everyone.

Thank you.

I think the culprit was cayenne pepper, wasn't it?

Apart from that, it was delicious.

An easy mistake to make.

Absolutely.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

I think perhaps... The babysitter.

She can't stay late.

I'll just...

Actually,

we hardly know them.

What are you looking about?

Get gone.

Don't give him too much. I'll never get him. Please.

What is it?

I said lambs, not pigs.

Can you take him away?

I am not keeping the pigs.

I mean, I know people say I'm bent, but there's no way that David would ever be

economical with the truth. And he heard you say you would accept pigs, didn't

you, David?

Oh, yes.

I'll talk to you in a moment.

Well done, David.

Oh dear.

There's been a bit of a disaster, I'm afraid.

Something went wrong with the cooking.

Leave me alone.

Bruises.

On both arms.

Worse than you'd expect from normal rough and tumble. Well, Jackie seems to

think so.

She tried to get it out of him and he shut up like a clown.

A cup of tea?

Please.

Yes, well, nobody likes to admit to being bullied, do they?

Trump is different.

He goes to a private school, doesn't know any of the village children.

Thanks.

And he's got an annoyingly superior way, just like his parents.

All of which makes him a natural target for the likes of Tom and Sam Wilson.

Oh, well, we can't let it go on, can we?

No, by mouth, it said.

No, by mouth, over her bed.

Alf, I've told you a hundred times.

Nobody eats before an operation.

It's not like her. She loves her food. Alf.

Morning, gentlemen.

Crime sheets, Ventress. I haven't finished them yet, Sarge.

I asked for them yesterday.

I'm sorry.

It's Peter, isn't it?

How are you settling in at your new school? Do you like it?

Yes.

Well, I must say, it's a jolly smart uniform.

My goodness me, you've been in the wars.

How did he do that? Let me have a look at it.

It fell over.

You can tell me.

Did it happen at school?

Well, so where, then?

Somebody... hit you or... kick you?

That's what it looks like.

Two village boys bashed me up.

Veterans!

I'm sorry to hear about your wife. I gather the operation's today.

Yes, Sarge. If you'd like to take a day's compassionate leave, I'd be happy

grant it.

No, Sarge.

I'd much rather keep busy.

So she'll come through with flying colours.

What's she having done exactly?

Well, um, you know.

I see.

Well, keep me informed.

What did you go and tell him for?

How can I help you?

Sorry, boys, but you were both seen.

Yeah, but it really took.

I don't think Peter found it very funny, now, did he? Now, come on, which one of

you did it, or was it both of you?

He never talked to me. Never.

Honey, he's calling me.

That's all.

Right, well, we'll leave it there for now.

I'll talk to you both again when you've had time to think about it.

About telling the truth.

But we have told the truth.

We wouldn't like you, Mr. Bradley.

We wouldn't.

And the spoons were bad enough for Raymond, but this time he gets an entire

silver tea set.

I think he had to come straight over in person.

Sit down.

You see, last night we had an absolute disaster with a dinner party and I had

sack her.

Hang on, we're talking about... Annie Kaler.

I see.

So you sacked Annie last night and this morning the tea set had gone.

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

She took them out of sheer spite.

Tablespoons? Teapot?

What would I want them for?

Well, couldn't you have taken them home by mistake, perhaps?

By mistake?

Oh, come on, Mr Bradley. I'd hardly cart a blooming, great, ugly teapot home by

mistake, would I?

Is that what she's been saying?

That I stole her horrible silver?

Look, I'm only making initial inquiries.

Well, you won't find anything here.

Would you?

But, Mrs Palmer...

Alf,

just lift the phone, dial the number and put yourself out of your misery. Like

Alf.

Okay. I'll do it for you, then.

What ward's she on?

Tulip.

Tulip ward, please.

No. Come on.

Did you search the house?

Yep, nothing.

I don't think Annie's got anything to do with it.

Who do you think it was?

Good question. I mean, there's no doubt something funny's going on.

The silver was stolen, the dinner party was sabotaged, and, uh... And then

there's Peter and his bruises.

I thought you'd sorted that out. I thought that was the Wilson boys.

Well, I'm not so sure now.

I just wondered if there wasn't more to it, that's all.

Oh, come on, Bradley.

There's no need to make a mystery of it.

Surely the simplest explanation is the most plausible?

In all sorts of different ways, the Palmers have made themselves unpopular,

now they're paying the price.

They start stealing their things and spoiling their parties, and the village

boys are bullying their fun.

Except I don't think the people of Avonfield are that unkind.

Well, that is. Maybe you've been here too long.

So, Richard?

Detachment, Bradley.

That's the key to good policing.

When an officer loses that and becomes over -involved with his community, he

to ask himself, is it time to move on?

Just take it slowly, Mr. Bennett.

You've got a... You've got a what in your garden?

Good, Piggy.

Made juicy apple.

Bit of apple sauce, Piggy.

I don't like the look in his eye, Bradley.

Not the look in his eye I'm worried about, Sarge.

Here, Piggy.

Grab it, Bradley.

Well,

it looks like the vault's been drawn and the gate's deliberately propped open.

Heaven's sake, Peter, shouldn't you be at school?

It was deliberate sabotage.

This time it's gone too far. I want the culprit arrested and charged at once.

School, I say!

Look at his legs, Sarge.

Go on.

The bruises are worse than the wound.

But I'm aware of those boys myself.

You don't think it could have been him?

Raymond. Mike, I'm sorry. I could have written to apologise for that awful

night. May we come in?

Is it about the silver?

No. Only I'm afraid it's not really convenient at the moment.

It's about your son, Peter. Peter?

We've got a problem with a couple of the boys in the village bullying other

kids. Well, Peter doesn't mix with the local boys.

We think you might have had a bit of a problem with them.

I did try and tell you about it the other night.

Surely you must have noticed the bruises on his arms and legs.

No.

Well, I'd say come in and talk to him yourselves, but he's at school, of

That's all right.

It's you we want to talk to.

And later, Mr Palmer.

What for?

Sorry, I think I can hear the phone. I'm waiting for a call.

Do call back later if you like.

One, two, three, four. Stand still, will you? One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten.

There's still one missing somewhere, Dave. You'd better go and see if you can

find it.

It's all dark out there.

Well, I'm going to hear you.

Take the torch.

All right, then.

We'll have to decide what we're going to do with him.

We're just going to pop him back in Palmer's Field, aren't we? What are you

talking? It's probably him that let him go in the first place.

The only way we're going to get rid of these is to take them to the market and

hope to resell them.

Either that or you'd better get yourself ready to eat an enormous amount of

bacon buttocks.

I've had a headache.

Ow!

You!

You're hurting me!

I'm in a terrible day in the office. I'm late, tired, hungry. All right, I'm

sorry.

What's been had for supper?

Cornflakes.

Cornflakes? That's all there was in the house.

He's your son.

He's a growing boy. I can't make food out of thin air, can I? The village shop

won't serve it. You're going to ask for it later.

You want to eat it?

I take a taxi!

I can't! We haven't made a billy shop either!

Right, I give up.

I give up! Yeah, well, so do I! No cook, no cleaner, no gardener, no... Shut up!

I hate it! I hate it until I hate this house! Well, who spoke that then, eh?

Where are you going?

No, you can't take Daddy's car.

Get to your room, little man.

Gin and tonic, please.

So, is Mr Palmer going to join you later?

Mr Palmer could be in Timbuktu, for all I know.

Who have you got babysitting?

Look, are you going to serve me or not?

Because it is actually illegal in this country to leave a child alone in a

house. You don't say, Nurse Bolton. Well, I never.

I've got a girl in from the village, so you don't need to worry.

And in case you want me to pay, I can't.

I never carry any cash. Old Rhodesian habit. Live now, pay later.

Come on, Mrs. Palmer.

Mrs. Palmer.

Do you want me to ring your husband and ask him to come and fetch you?

You're not thinking of driving home.

Good night.

Piggies.

Hey, Piggie.

Hey, Piggie, Piggie.

Piggies.

The car's gone. She's gone.

We had a row.

Look, let's just start from the beginning. You went out last night. Yes.

On foot. You left the car in the garage. Yes, and I didn't want to disturb her,

so I slept on the sofa.

Her bed hasn't been slept in.

She shouldn't be driving. I don't let her drive, see?

Not after what happened.

I beg your pardon?

Look, if there's...

Something I should know.

Just before we came back from Rhodesia, she had an accident. She hit someone in

the car.

I see.

Were they badly hurt? No, she didn't mean to. She just lost control.

Who did she hit?

Molly, Peter's nursemaid.

Not the one he writes to?

We haven't told him about it yet.

That's the reason we had to come back. They thought she'd done it on purpose.

Molly's family.

They sent us death threats and... I mean... She died.

Right.

Well... I think we should deal with the immediate situation.

The first thing we need to do is circulate a description.

Where is Peter?

Oh, I haven't woken him up yet.

Peter?

He's locked in.

Dying sometimes locks him in if we're going out.

How is Mrs. Ventress?

Oh, she's in terrible pain, Sarge.

Was it a hysterectomy, by the way?

Only Mrs.

Craddock particularly asked.

Oh, I leave all that to the doctors, Sarge.

Yes.

Well, never let it be said that my wife is not a kind and thoughtful woman.

Oh.

Ah, ah.

Mike's just been on with details of the car.

Seems a young boy's missing now, too.

You think I'm going in there telling them you've seen a ghost? You've got

another thing coming.

Well, a lot more than they're on their own.

All right.

Let's hope they believe in fairies.

We've come to report the sighting of a ghost.

Well, come on, David. Tell him what you saw, or rather what you didn't see.

Oh, we're out trying to recapture that piglet.

Not that he found it.

Go on.

It was very frightening.

Well, come on. We'll be here all night.

Here in Elsenbury Road, Alfred.

It was about midnight, apparently, because he said he heard the church

chiming. Come on, come on. Tell him.

Well, I heard this car coming towards me.

And it were gliding along and it were all slow and weird.

Didn't have a driver.

No driver?

No, it was just going along all by itself.

Well, what was the car exactly?

Mr and Mrs Palmer's car.

Come in.

Is it all right if I nip over to Aidan's for you, Sarge? Any particular reason?

Well, I've had a sudden thought.

Goodness me.

Fresh footprints.

Look.

Size three or four.

So after his mum locked him in last night... What, he climbed down the

That's right.

Well, that'll explain the David Stockwell ghost mystery.

The what?

That's funny.

He went out this way, then back again, and then...

Of course, if he couldn't climb up again...

I'll get back to you in a minute.

You must be very hungry.

Peter, I think that you know where your mum is.

It's terrible, isn't it?

Wondering about someone, missing them.

I know what it's like.

Now, I'll tell you what I think happened.

And you stop me if I go wrong.

All right.

Last night, after your dad went out, your mum left in the car.

She shouldn't have.

She's not supposed to drive.

Well, you went out to look for her.

You found the car at the pub.

And you waited.

At last she came out and she got into the car.

I couldn't wake her up.

Well, you didn't want her to get into trouble.

So you were going to drive her home.

I think that's very clever.

It's not every lad of nine who can drive a car.

You tell me what happened.

And then we'll see if we can find her.

I didn't mean to.

I couldn't see properly.

I went over the edge.

He drove off the road at Ash Bank.

And Mrs Palmer?

Well, for what I can make out.

She was thrown out of the car as it rolled down the bank.

He couldn't find her in the dark. He's been hiding here, terrified that he

killed his own mum.

Sarge.

Thanks. Bellamy, ready for an ambulance. Take down those blankets.

She's still breathing.

Hurry up with those blankets.

So he took the spoons and the teapot.

And all those other things had happened.

I mean, the salt and Annie's cooking.

So, spoiling the dinner, letting the pigs out, and hiding the silver. You did

them all.

Would you mind telling me why?

So your mum and dad will go back to Africa. Was that the reason?

Mum wants to go back.

She hates England.

So you were trying to help your mum.

It strikes me, Peter.

That you're a very good son to your mum.

Always looking after her and making her happy.

Of course, you'd like to go back to Africa yourself and see your old chums

so on.

Had Molly.

She was the best thing.

Mummy's all right, Peter.

The founder, she's fine.

Yeah, good luck, you know, Jack. I hope you've brought some reddies.

Aye. I just want to go in right, I know.

Aye. One I wouldn't have paid if your lad hadn't come along.

What are you talking about? He paid 14 quid each for them. He paid 12.

But I'm offering you eight. Eight?

Thanks, Mike.

Take it or leave it. At least I go into a good home, eh, Mr. Greengrass? A good

home? I should have you put in one.

Here you are, mate.

96 quid.

Oh. That's not so bad, then, eh? No, it's not, considering you're going to

up the difference.

The doctor says she'll be fine.

Thanks, Constable.

Mr Palmer, we do need to talk about Peter.

Why? What's happened?

You haven't noticed the bruising?

Ah, bruising?

Well, I expect he got it from playing rugby at school or something. You know

what boys are like.

Mr Palmer, the child is covered with them.

His arms, his legs.

I tried to stop her.

It was your wife.

She doesn't mean to. She just loses her temper.

Mr Palmer, I have to warn you.

We've contacted the children's department.

They'll be making feathering corners.

Here, there she is.

Ah, Peter, old chap, come here.

We need to talk about Molly.

No, no, sir, please.

Call Mummy's hand, darling.

It doesn't hurt or anything.

I'm sorry.

So she did it.

His own mother.

I find it so hard to believe.

I know.

They're going to need a lot of help.

So has it been challenging enough for you?

What's that?

Well, I seem to remember you were fed up.

Stuck in a rural backwater, pining for the big smoke. OK, OK, I know. Look,

just how I feel sometimes.

Don't take any notice.

Anyway, you're in the same boat.

What do you mean?

Well, same rural backwater.

But in my case, it's all part of a plan.

Two or three years' experience in the country, and... And then...

Then... And then it depends on

what else is happening, I suppose.

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

Heartbeat, what does a love kiss say in my memory?