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

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

Three hotels burgled in as many weeks.

Results to date?

Zero.

I'm not satisfied we're doing all we
can.

Well... I don't want excuses.

I want evidence that leads to arrest and
conviction.

Understood?

Grant this we beseech thee, O merciful
Father, through Jesus Christ, our

mediator and redeemer.

Amen. Amen.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.

the love of God and the fellowship of
the Holy Ghost be with us all evermore.

Amen. Amen.

Hello.

Are you a relative of Mrs. Trotter?

Me? No, not really.

Though I did know her quite well long
ago.

You? Oh, I was a district nurse.

Maggie Bolton.

Stella Redford.

Are you staying in Aidensfield?

No, Ashfordly.

I arrived yesterday hoping to see Mrs
Trotter, but too late.

Will you be staying for long?

I'm not quite sure.

Perhaps you could advise me.

I need the services of a good local
solicitor.

Oh, yes. Jackie Bradley at Tomkinson and
Walker in Ashfordly.

Oh, thanks.

Goodbye.

Bye -bye.

You've got to be honest, Frank. It's a
perfect field for lurcher racing and

there's plenty of parking for your
punters.

So long as you don't try to fleece them
for too much rent.

All I need to do is cover my expenses.

Your cut depends on keeping the law off
our backs.

That's no problem, Frank.

You just keep your head down and leave
the rest to me.

My dog slip is running against the top
drag racing lurches in the kingdom.

This is my year. Don't disappoint me,
Claude.

Take a seat, Mrs Redford.

I'm sorry to show up without an
appointment.

Well, you did say it was urgent and that
Maggie Bolton had pointed you my way.

Well, how can I help you?

I very badly need to trace someone.

A missing person?

That's a bit more complicated.

A child given up for adoption 20 years
ago.

My child, in fact.

Right. Thank you.

Sarge, another hotel burglary. Webster's
here in Ashfordly.

Hotel number four.

Someone obviously doesn't think much of
our efforts to deter crime.

I said I'd go straight over.

Take Bellamy with you.

We need as much manpower on this one as
possible.

Oh, you've found one, lovely.

It should fit all right.

Be quiet.

It's you.

Mr. Greengrass?

Talk to him, son. Talk to him.

Good boy. Good

lad.

I'd love to buy you a license.

Who's that, then?

A Witton.

Piggott. Legislative member of the
council of Gestapo.

Imperatively discuss the rate
revaluation of your property.

What does that mean? It means they're
trying to make out I run a business from

home. Well, you do run a business from
home. You repeat that in mixed company

and I'll post you to Australia.

Go and get the gear out so we can show
Pargo where his money's going.

When did you arrive, Mr Redford?

Yesterday.

And the missing money and jewellery?

Did any of the staff see you handling
it?

I don't think so.

No.

Have you informed anyone of your
movements recently, Mrs Redford?

No. Why do you ask?

No other rooms in the hotel were
burgled.

Either the burglar was lucky, or he knew
you'd left the hotel.

I don't know.

I just want the wallet back.

There's a photograph in it that's
irreplaceable.

A picture of a little girl, 18 months
old.

I really must have it back.

Fingers do slip on tilkies, you know.

Any way of sorting it out?

Surely the idea, Gina, is to get it
right each time, every time.

Can I remind you, Oscar, running the pub
happens to be my business.

Who's that?

That's Pargo.

Who?

Oh, don't you stand there. Go and get
it.

Oh, Frank.

Oh, wait a minute.

What's up?

I've been spotted by Oscar Blaketon.

You've let Blaketon see you? Was I to
know he'd been setting himself up in a

boozer? You know what Blaketon's like?
Well, half the cop is in North Yorkshire

round here.

Word's gone out. I can't back off now,
Claude. Well, neither can I.

I've got my overheads.

We shall have to think of a way to
distract them. Like what?

I don't know.

Give them something to chew on so they
don't bother about a bit of all this

gambling.

Hang on.

You've never met Lord Ashfordly, have
you?

I don't quite see eye to eye with the
landed gentry. Oh, yeah.

I think you'll enjoy what I've got in
mind, then.

All right, I'll skip it. I'll pass it
on.

Sarge, we've just had a report that
Pargo's back on our patch.

Should we know the name?

Oh, Pargo's notorious.

He's a travelling type who runs coursing
on trespass land.

Oh, it's big money stuff.

Lots of illegal betting.

trespassing dogs of interest.

I am interested in solving actual
serious crime.

Like burglary.

Oh, Mike.

Someone dropped off this for you at the
station.

It was found in the gutter by Webster's
Hotel.

Mrs. Redford's? It could be.

Right, well, thanks. I'll let her know.

Hello? Oh, yes. Would it be possible to
speak to Lord Ashley, please?

No, no, he don't know me, but I'm sure
he'd like to hear what I have to say.

It's to do with his big shoot next week.

Would you inform him that a man called
Pargo, yes, is coursing a pack

of lurchers through his lordship's
covers?

Now, All we've got to do is drop this
bit of bait for Blaketon, stand back and

watch the watch it hit the thing, my
bub. Come on, son.

Come on.

That's a good boy.

You all right, mate?

Come here.

I've got things to do.

Put you in there.

Come on.

Oh, you play with Teddy one minute while
I talk to Daddy.

Right, close your eyes.

Come on, close your eyes.

Turn around.

There you go.

It's me.

You thought I forgot about my birthday
girl, didn't you?

Is that all I get?

Parents trying to find their children,
children looking for their natural

parents. It's tricky.

Well, you know the laws on adoption
better than I do, Jackie.

I know, but I have to cover all the
angles.

Have you ever known anyone get round
this with them, Maggie?

No. I've treated quite a few who've
tried, but none who've succeeded.

That's all right.

I got your message.

Yes, yes, the wallet was handed in, but
I was going to come and see you about

that tomorrow.

I was in the area, and, well, I'd feel
happier if I had it now.

Sure, sure, please do come in.

Thanks.

Mrs. Rappaport, I know you and Maggie
have already met.

Hello.

So I'll get the wallet.

Have you had a chance to look into my
situation?

Not in any great detail yet.

Maggie's dealt with parents in your
situation.

What are my chances, Maggie?

Well, to be honest, not good.

Here you are, Mrs Redford. Oh, yes,
that's it. Thanks.

It's taken just days before I last saw
her.

Her name's Emma.

What a beautiful child.

I think about her all the time.

How she is. What kind of a life she has.

I'm sorry.

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

Sit down.

Sit down.

with Scotchies and make them biggards.

You're pushing your luck, Greengrass.

Parading yourself in the company of
Pargo.

Well, if that's your attitude towards my
friend, I'll take him somewhere else.

Come on, Frank.

And whatever you're planning, I would
just forget it.

Astridly police have had their card
marked.

Well, let's hope they don't know about
the ones we've got up our sleeve.

Thanks.

Gina, what is it?

Private and confidential.

It's a map of the Ashfordly estate.

We've got him.

I feel such a fool.

Don't mind us.

We'll meet tomorrow with Maggie and go
through it step by step.

I just want to see my child again.

That's not too much to ask, is it?

Poor woman.

She's desperate for her daughter.

I think I can guess why.

Those pills in her bag. They're very
powerful painkillers.

Well, how serious is it?

Terminal.

Mr. Greengrass?

Hello?

Guess who that was?

Sergeant Craddock. Me?

No, he wants to see me.

What about?

We didn't say.

Well, I don't think I approve of you
dating another copper, Mrs Bradley.

I've got no choice.

He outranks you.

I presume you know the purpose of my
visit, Mrs Bradley?

In this job, I never presume.

It's about Mrs Craddock.

I don't believe in divorce.

But if it should come to it, I would
appreciate knowing my position.

That's easily done.

You see, what I still don't understand
is why a woman like Penny would want to

throw away a perfectly happy marriage.

Well, would she, if the marriage were
perfectly happy?

Well, she approved of my career.

She wanted for nothing.

She was the centre of my life.

If that's not the definition of a happy
marriage, what is?

You broke my heart.

Because I couldn't stand.

You didn't even want me around.

But now I'm back.

Thank you. I can really shake them down.

Right

about

that slip. He's a flying machine.

I told you, this is the year I clean up.

Don't forget to help with the training,
will you? You'll be coining it in hand

over fist.

Start in with the field rats and the
lads.

They're a bit quick off the mark, aren't
they?

Hey, don't forget, they've all got to
know the score.

I want this Lurcher coursing event on
the Ashfordly Estate to be the worst

secret in Yorkshire.

I just wondered if you had enough
time... Ashfordly Police Station.

Oh, Lord Ashfordly.

Well... Yes, we know... Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, we know about Pargo.

Look, I think you'd better have a word
with Sergeant Craddock. I'll put you

through straight away.

No, I'm good to go.

What seems to be the problem?

Lord Ashfordly.

He's convinced that Pargo's going to
ruin his annual shoot by staging a

event on his land. Bye -bye.

That was Mr Franklin, the one who got
turned over at the Welby Hall Hotel,

seems he travelled to Ashfordly by train
and then taxied to the hotel.

Oh.

Same as Mrs Bradford's at Webster's.

Bedford!

Bradley!

I want action on this Pargo character.

Warning off the Ashfordly estate.

and inform him that any disturbance, any
damage, will have the greatest

consequence. I will not tolerate illegal
activity such as unlicensed betting,

especially on the Ashfordly estate.

All right.

Right, that's three and six.

Mr Trotter?

That's right.

Hey, I'm Gina.

We spoke on the phone when you booked.

I'll show you to your room, eh?

It's all yours.

Great.

Oh, you didn't say how long you wanted
to stay.

You know, when you rang to book.

I'm still not sure. Is it a problem?

Not for someone who's come all the way
from Canada.

Only you're not Canadian, are you? Not
originally.

I grew up around here.

Well... Well, come back.

Thank you.

Hey, hey!

Got to go and hide the bike. Here comes
Flo.

Leave this to me, Frank.

What's this? Butlin's holiday camp for
lurchers? Just entertaining a few

on my own private property, Alf. Not
your usual class of entertainment,

I'm just a man of simple pleasures.

Well, just remember, keep away from the
Ashfordly estate.

If anything disturbs their presence,
we'll be back.

Ashfordly estate?

Wouldn't have it in our minds, would we,
Frank? We don't even know where it is,

do we, Slip?

Pipe, please.

Do you have a preference?

Sergeant Blaketon.

Well, it's Oscar Blaketon now, Billy.
I've retired.

It's been a long time.

First time I've been back?

Why's that?

My mother's funeral.

But I got here too late.

Well, the last time we met, I just sent
you down for three years.

No hard feelings, I hope.

You were doing your job.

How much does a pint cost these days?

I'm putting you two on special duty.

Your orders are to protect the Ashfordly
estate.

At least until His Lordship's VIPs have
had their shoot.

Is that understood?

Yes, Arch.

Mr. Trotter?

Mr. Billy Trotter?

That's right.

Maggie Belton.

I was responsible for your mother's
care.

I see.

Well, thanks for that.

She kept hoping she'd see you before the
end.

I got the message too late.

We'd been out of touch a long time.

I know.

Did she tell you why?

She just wanted to see you before she
died.

She destroyed my life here.

Did she tell you about that?

No. But if the idea was to punish her
for it, take it from me.

You certainly succeeded.

Oh,

no, not him again.

You're a very difficult one to find, Mr.
Greengrass. You obviously don't look in

the right places.

Am I raised upon a wantus for me to
check your premises?

It's not me premises, it's me house. You
tell him, Paul.

You deny you use his premises for
commercial purposes?

I don't deny it, because I don't do it.
Who says I do? We have our sources.

What?

Oh. Alfred, you naughty boy.

You haven't served the last of this.

Next time you come round here, try not
to have a hold in your trap.

I did wonder if Alfred had a purpose in
life. Only when God...

What's

the point?

They're not going to show, are they?

That is not to reason why.

Why did you not try to find Emma before?

I couldn't let my husband know.

She was an illegitimate child. He
couldn't have coped with her.

What about Emma's father?

He was a young man I met in Leeds.

I was a student there.

We fell in love and I became pregnant.

We both wanted Emma, but I found myself
on my own.

What, he left you?

It's a long story.

He ended up in Britain.

My parents disowned me, so I went to
live with his mother.

She hated me.

Blamed me for everything. It was
horrible.

Did you consider leaving Emma with her?

She didn't want her.

She wanted her son to be free of us
both.

What did he think about that?

He was desperate for her to have Emma.

But he was in Britain. What could he do?

Have you seen him since?

His mother said he'd gone to Canada.

Told me how glad she was I wouldn't see
him again.

Poor Billy.

Oh, he must have hated us both.

Here you go.

Oh, Mike's here.

Ah, Mike, it's room six and fourth
entry.

No, uh, obvious suspect.

Whose room is it?

Well, it's Billy Todd. We left him over
there talking to Gina.

Right, thanks, Oscar.

Gina? I feel awful, Mike.

It's not your fault, Gina.

So, uh, Mr. Trotter, when did you get
here?

Earlier today.

Flew in from Canada yesterday. Came up
by train.

All the way? To Ashfordly. From there,
by cab.

The, uh, the cab driver.

Would you recognize him if you saw him
again?

Sure.

Each of the victims took an Ashfordly
cab to their separate hotels.

It's the one common link in all the
burglaries.

A cab driver who also happens to be an
expert lockpick. Well, that, or he sets

them up.

I'll ask Mr Trotter and Mrs Redford if
they can identify the driver of their

cabs, if it's the same.

We may just have a case, Sarge.

All

right,

let's see if we can exercise a bit of
nurture lung power.

Thanks, Jackie.

Sorry to break things up, ladies.

It's all right. We were finished anyway.

Mrs Redford, just one thing.

The day you arrived, do you remember by
any chance the taxi driver who took you

from the station to the hotel?

I think so, yes.

Do you think you could identify him?

Yes, of course.

Can I help?

Very possibly.

Can you come to Ashfordly Police Station
tomorrow morning? From there, we'll

take you and Mr Trotter to the taxi rank
and we can... Mr Trotter?

Yeah, he's a visitor from Canada who
also had his room burgled.

Billy.

Here, it's not possible.

I'm sorry?

Mrs Trotter's son.

I spoke to him today.

He's Emma's father, isn't he?

Can I help you, sir? I've come to report
an assault by a vicious dog.

Do you happen to know the owner of the
dog, sir?

Oh, yes.

A Mr.

Greengrass.

You mean Alfred?

That's it.

Savage brute. He wants to put him down
as a public menace.

Bingo.

Mr. Pickett claims that he was attacked
by Alfred on Greengrass's property and

he has the wound to show for it. Any
witnesses?

Well, Pargo was there with four of his
dogs, including that champion lurcher.

I am listening, Ventress.

Well, I'd like to impound his dogs as
well.

You know, to use as evidence.

On what grounds?

Well, let's say I suspect that they were
involved in the attack on Mr. Piggott,

too.

And how long would you keep them locked
up?

Only as long as it takes to establish
their innocence.

Or until Lord Ashfordly's shoot is
safely behind us.

I see.

Excellent idea, Ventress.

Well, I'll leave that in your capable
hands.

Mr Dreadford, our other witness.

Who are you, Billy?

Fine.

You?

I didn't think you'd come.

I thought about it.

But I couldn't risk not seeing you
again.

No?

Why?

To tell you how sorry I am for what
happened?

It's past and done now.

No one owes anyone anything.

Not even an explanation?

No.

Or excuses.

That thing is lying told, you know.
Alfred wouldn't do it like that.

Oh, Mr. Pickup bit his own bum, did he?
He's got enough neck.

What's he got to do with my dogs? They
were accessories.

Anyway, they're feeling lonely.

You can come and visit them in jail.

Some genius you are.

I'm glad you're aware of it. Don't worry
about it.

I'll sort something out.

I want my dogs to slip out of there.

Otherwise it's all off and no play, no
pay.

Right, Claude?

Thank you.

Mrs. Rutledge?

Yes. The same driver.

There you are.

P .C. Bellamy, Ashfordly Police.

You're the driver of that cab, sir.

That's right.

Peter Miller.

Look what it's about.

You're under arrest, sir.

Pete?

Mrs. Miller?

Yes?

Sergeant Cronick. That's what he
believes.

We've come to search your flat.

I'm begging her.

So are you denying that Alfred attacked
Mr. Pickett?

Well, not necessarily.

I just want you to see if you can get
Alfred off death row, you know, and get

the other dogs released and all.

How?

You take my case on and I'll tell you.

Well, if you know how, why bother to
hire me?

Because for some strange reason, I don't
think they'd listen to me.

Not only that, but you're prettier.

You confirm that you took Mr. Trotter to
the Aidensfield Arms?

Yes, but I came straight back to
Ashfordly.

Sarge?

I found it in the bedroom. That's mine,
a present from my husband. It matches

the description of the necklace stolen
two days ago from Webster's Hotel.

The owner of the necklace identified you
as the cab driver who took her to the

hotel.

Do we really need her to identify this
as well?

Pete?

Don't make it worse, please.

I need a solicitor.

What sort of man did you marry?

He was older.

A good man.

Not perfect, but then who is?

And you?

I got married ten years ago.

Wonderful woman.

She really helped me bury all the bad
things in my life.

I'm glad.

Do you have children?

No.

But that's okay.

I looked for you after I got out of
prison.

I didn't want to be found, Billy.

Later, when I really understood what I'd
done to you and Emma.

It was too late.

You're a accomplice. What's his name?

Derek Preston.

He hookered me into this.

Didn't refuse your share, though, did
you?

My client is cooperating, Sergeant.

No need to intimidate him.

How do you contact Derek?

I think the fare's loaded, eh?

I'll leave a telephone message, you
know.

The hotel.

A description of the fare. A name, if
possible.

Would you be willing to leave one more
message, Peter?

Peter's been charged.

But he's cooperating, and that's good
news for him.

Can I see him?

Yes, of course.

Look at this.

Tell me I'm not seeing things.

It's the same picture. It's the same
child.

Mr Miller.

Anna, it's a few.

Yeah, my parents gave it to me before
they got divorced.

They said I had it with me when I was
adopted.

You always knew you were adopted?

Yeah, they told me when I was still
young.

Have you ever thought about your natural
parents?

What's to think?

They must have hated me.

Well, why do you say that?

Why else dump me?

The one thing I've always wanted to ask
them.

Well, what if you could ask them?

The chance would be a fine thing.

Once you're adopted, that's it. They
might as well be dead.

But if it was possible?

This isn't just curiosity, is it?

I'm serious.

She's willing to see us.

Yes.

Billy?

I don't think we should.

Why? Stella, we dumped our kid.

It doesn't matter how or why.

You don't understand.

I must see her. For whose sake?

Yours or Emma's?

Maybe you should tell Billy the real
reason.

I'm a nurse, Stella.

Those pills you carry around in your
handbag, I know what they mean.

We'll leave you to it.

Room service, sir.

We've had a complaint.

Sorry the room wasn't to your
satisfaction, sir, but we've made

arrangements.

At no cost to you whatsoever.

Oh, hello, Jackie.

Hello.

Who's handling the Piggott case?

Me. Did Mr Piggott formally identify
Alfred?

By name. Why?

Well, other dogs were present during the
alleged attack, and my client insists

on an identity parade.

What client?

You mean Greengrass?

Yes. Please arrange it, will you, Alf?

I must be in.

Satisfied? No.

What seems to be the problem?

I believe Mr. Piggott's original
statement stated that the attacking dog

called Alfred, but didn't specify what
the dog in question actually looked

But Mr. Piggott's just picked out Alfred
from an identification parade.

No, Alfred drew attention to himself.

Describing an attacker by name alone
doesn't constitute proof of guilt.

The fact is that Mr. Piggott failed to
provide a description of the dog because

he wasn't sure which one bit him.

I'm afraid these dogs have been
mistakenly detained.

Hand the dogs back, men.

What about me?

You heard what the law requires.

I'm sorry, but you failed to provide it,
Mr Pickett. Very clever, Greengrass.

But don't expect that to be the end of
the matter. The end of the matter? It's

the end that's been bit you ought to
worry about.

Well done, Mrs Bradley.

I think we ought to go into partnership.

Anna, this is your mother, Della
Redford.

Hello, Anna.

And your father, Billy Trotter.

What am I supposed to say to you?

It's your mother and I who have to
explain, Anna.

I want her to understand, that's all.

We both wanted you very much.

Both loved you.

So why dump me?

You, my parents, are supposed to look
after me.

Not give me away to people because you
couldn't be bothered.

I hate you for that and I always have.

Right, leave it to us. We owe you,
Oscar.

Sarge, Oscar's heard from three
different sources. It sounds like

army of them and their dogs about to
descend on the Ashfordly estate.

When? Today, this afternoon.

Right. Ventra, alert the men we're
drafting into the Ashfordly estate.

Bellamy, you're responsible for
concealment of police vehicles up there.

Bradley, make arrangements for the
emergency detention tonight of a large

of men and dogs.

But hold on to your dogs!

Six to four, Phil.

Six to four, Phil.

Okay,

are you ready?

We're catching it. Take your foot down.

Control to Delta Alpha 2 -3.

Control to Delta Alpha 2 -3.

Delta Alpha 2 -3 receiving.

Lens girl, seven after five. Give me 50
quid on the slip. You're kidding.

Harmer, Donner, and Nadine.

Nadine, you've got him disqualified.

He's in a very important race. Now I
want a straight line and we don't go.

A straight line.

In front of the back. There you go.
There you go.

There's a report of a massive
disturbance over at Greengrass's land.

Disturbance?

Boisterous crowds, military racing and
gambling.

This is meant for the books, they say.

A pleasure to do business with a master
of his crowd.

Better late than never.

Mirage is a plastic man and him.

All I ever see is him and him.

You've all been far kinder than I
deserve.

Stella!

It's a habit of you, isn't it?

Leaving without saying goodbye.

Well, take your bags, then.

Thank you.

Billy, I doubt if we'll see each other
again.

How long have they given you?

Less than three months.

But it's Anna I want to talk about.

I don't know what your plans for her
are.

Only that I want to try to be a father
to her.

Be there for her.

I've had my wish.

But if I had another, it would be to
share a little of that with you.

I'll be doing it for both of us, Stella.

I must go.

Goodbye, Billy.

Goodbye, Stella.

It's about time you got some brakes on
that thing.

What's that?

That's for you, Mr. Greengrass.

That chap there, Mr. Piggott, he stopped
me and said I had to give that to you

personally. Did he?

Probably a letter of apology.

I'll swing for the swine.

Well, what's he done?

What he's been threatening to do. He's
put this place on a business rating.

And he's backdated it five years.

What would you do if you woke up one
morning to find that I'd gone?

You know, like Stella?

Me?

Well, I'd go back to sleep.

I mean, seriously.

No, seriously.

Seriously?

Well, I'd... I'd start looking for you.

How long for?

Well, that depends on exactly how much
sleep I've had.

Ow! Mike!

Answer the question.

Answer the question.

What? Answer the question.

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

Heartbeat, why does the love keep in my
memory?