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

Harvey, why does a love chip stay in my
memory?

I've got so much, so much to do.

But when my traveling is over, I'll be
back with interest.

I'll be back with interest.

It seems unfair to leave you.

Most of...

No. They're on this desk.

Forget them, Al.

Morning, lads.

Getting it a bit fine, aren't you?

On the dot, aren't they? Yeah.

What's he like?

I didn't know, do you mean?

What's he like, Al?

Another craddock?

No.

A bloater?

Er... Not exactly.

As Sergeant Craddock probably told you,
we've temporarily swapped desks as part

of a policy to broaden officers'
experience.

I am here to learn, not change things.

So it'll be business as usual for you.

Does that include smoking in the duty
room? My one vice, Constable, I could

hardly object, could I?

And yes, these are yours. I was too late
to get my own this morning.

Thank you, gentlemen.

about when you have a break, will you?

That's all.

Oh, Bellamy.

I couldn't help noticing your frittle
chain.

Oh, there isn't one, Sarge.

I know.

Where is it?

Where's her home?

Can't follow enough.

See you two tomorrow, will you?

Right, Sarge.

Hello?

Who did the banger outside?

That was somebody who booked in.

Does the driver look as dangerous as his
vehicle?

That would be quite nice, wouldn't it
happen?

Very polite.

Well, if he suggests a spin, I'll tell
him you're washing your hair. Shh, keep

it down.

He's only through there.

Thanks.

Oh, is that enough?

Yeah, just the ticket.

Ray Nixon.

Well, well.

Oh, take it you know one another.

You could say.

When did you get out?

A week ago. Time flies, eh?

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question,
Sergeant.

I'm a civilian now. I live here.

Once a copper, always a copper. Isn't
that what they say?

Thanks again.

You're welcome.

You didn't say what you were doing here.

No, I didn't.

Yeah, all right. Go on. I'll take a
chance again. I'll let you have 50 quid.

But I need 75.

I hope you're not forgetting all the
interest you owe me on the money I'm

lending you. I'm not a complete fool.

I never use the word complete. I'm just
trying to give you a bit of advice.

Well, try to keep it. I get enough of
that at home.

Has your mother actually met this lady
friend of yours?

Not likely.

But I thought you said she was the one.

Well, she is.

I'm not going to spoil it by introducing
her to Mother.

Not until there's an engagement ring on
her finger.

You've only known her for five minutes.

Look, are you going to lend me this
money or not?

Under duress.

You can have 50 quid.

Take it or leave it.

Okie dokie.

Anthony.

Well? I don't know what to say.

Hide outside.

It's beautiful.

It's not half as beautiful as you are,
Sandra.

Anthony's latest.

Yeah. Another woman who'll run her
sticky finger through his wallet.

You never know.

Could be the real thing.

How's that?

Whirlwind romance.

Wedding bells.

Big smite. He's married to his mother.

Hiya, Mike. What can I get you?

Oh, just the usual, please, Gina.

Hi, Mike.

Oscar? No Jackie?

No, she's got a bit of homework to do.

Oh, well, in that case, do you mind if I
bend your ear?

Oh, sure.

But if it's an electrician you want,
you're looking at the wrong man.

It is what you wanted.

Of course it is. Who wouldn't?

Six weeks isn't long, I know, but it's
long enough if you're right for each

other. And it has felt right, hasn't it?

You've made me very happy, Anthony.

Give me the key.

Later.

Okey -dokey.

Talk of the devil.

Did you put him away?

Not exactly. It was a CID case.

Big robbery in a warehouse.

The gang needed somebody on the inside
to fix the alarms.

Nixon? When the job was done, he got
cold feet. He phoned me anonymously at

first. He offered to name names in
exchange for leniency. The CID told me

offer him what he wanted.

I promised to give him some brownie
points and cooled.

And he swallowed it? Oh, he swallowed it
and coughed.

And when it came to the trial, he got
the same as the others.

Seven years.

But Steph... Good Fred, he'd abused his
position at first.

Now he fetches up here.

Do you want us to know?

I'm not sure.

I just want somebody watching my back.

Relax. The prosecutor won't be as boned
up as you.

Well, let's hope not.

Have a good day. Thank you.

I'll leave this at the office tonight.

Hello. Constable Bradley.

Well, he's in here. Come in.

Ray Nixon.

Morning. How can I help you?

I've come to report a missing
wristwatch.

Missing or stolen?

I don't know.

It's worth a fair bit. It was a 21st
birthday present from my mother. It

lot to me.

Would you mind not standing in my light?

I thought by now you could value these
yourself.

I like to come to a professional's.

Not a charity, Mr Greengrass.

I know, but there's no problem, is
there? I mean, if I decide to sell it,

you'll get first refusal, won't you?

The main point is, is it genuine?

Yes. Very nice.

Much the same as the others.

Four, is it now?

All from the same source, I guess.

Very well, dear.

Keeping it close to your chest, eh?

And under the hat.

I'll wait for you through rain or shine.

I'll wait for you cause I know you're
mine.

And though you're far away, you know I
always say

I'll wait for you cause I know you're
mine.

I'll wait for you every day.

Have you had any messages for Anthony
Mottram?

No. Oh, it's just that I'm expecting
someone, you see.

Do you want a towel?

Uh, well, two would be rather nice.

So, who has access to the bedroom?

The key holder.

Yeah. Because you have a marked key.

Yeah. Which is there.

But you'd know if someone came in here
and took it.

Well, yeah.

Which leaves Liam and me.

Have you looked hard enough for it? Not
every inch of his ring.

Well, I don't know what else you'd
expect us to do, mate.

Apart from looking in hard.

Well, if you think that, you can think
again.

I've got more important things to do.

Um, excuse me a minute.

Oscar?

What?

Oh,

well, thanks.

Mystery solved.

Hey. It was found behind the curtain in
the bathroom.

What?

Yes.

Sorry, my fault.

Sorry for the fuss, Constable.

Why, no trouble, Mr Nixon.

No trouble at all.

Mrs. Mottram?

Yes? Arthur Sykes, a dealer in
antiquarian books, manuscripts and maps.

Your late husband may have mentioned my
name.

Well, if he did, Mr. Sykes, I'm afraid
it was too long ago.

How may I help you?

Mr. Mottram had a particularly fine
collection of maps.

I wondered what had happened to them.

Nothing. They're here, exactly as my
husband left them.

Really?

How interesting.

Thank you.

Um, can I have a refund for this one?

Hasn't been used.

Has it been on the graph?

Well, just, um, sort of. It's taught the
graph.

It's been used.

Yes.

Very nice.

Very nice indeed.

I'm afraid I never shared his
fascination for them.

Would you consider selling them?

I'm afraid not.

It was my husband's wish that I should
leave the collection to our son.

Well, it's perfectly natural to want to
keep such things in the family.

He catalogued every one.

Part of the enjoyment, he said.

Well, naturally.

You think this man Nixon is dangerous?

Yes. Has he threatened you?

Not physically.

Not yet.

We all make enemies in this job, Mr.
Blaketon.

This man helped us to put away hardened
criminals and ended up with the same

sentence. He was guilty.

He was conned by them and us.

What exactly do you expect from me, Mr.
Blaketon?

Solidarity.

The job looks after itself, retired or
not.

I think Nixon should know he's being
watched.

I'm afraid I can't have my officers
worrying about something that might

happen. Oh, so you wait till it does, do
you?

I'm sorry.

So am I.

I ran this station for a long time,
Sergeant.

I don't recognise the place now.

But besides, you've been most
informative.

My pleasure, Mrs.

Marshall. And whatever you can do, I'll
be most grateful.

Till tomorrow, then.

Morning.

Where have you been?

Nowhere. There's no such place as
nowhere, Anthony.

You've been swimming. I can smell
chlorine.

Who's that?

An antiques dealer.

What's he want?

He wanted to buy your father's maps.

How did you know about him?

Apparently he knew him.

And you let him in? It seemed very
knowledgeable.

You meet him yourself tomorrow.

What? He's coming to value the whole
collection for insurance purposes.

No. What do you mean?

No. I'd be most remiss, he tells me.

Now, come on in. Tell me where you've
been. You know I'll find out anyway.

Here you go.

More for yourself.

Oh, thank you.

Would it be a problem if I stayed on for
another couple of days?

No, not at all.

Why has something come up?

Tracked down an old girlfriend.

Yeah? She's still single?

Married and divorced.

Wendy Cartwright, do you know her?

Yeah, I do.

Only to say hello to, but she seems
really nice.

Yeah.

That was clear between us at one time.

Hey, Jane, is the light on the blinker,
is it me?

More of hospital do -it -yourself
clothes.

I thought for a minute you'd been
slipping alcohol into the scotch. I

have known better.

I thought you were going out.

Yeah, I am. Would you mind going now
before all my customers beat you to it?

Yeah, right.

We're looking for a very clumsy burglar,
Claude.

And one that's just as thick as a brick.
There's a door open round the side.

Four antiquarian maps.

Is that it?

Well, it's hard to say, Phil. I mean,
it's going to take a bit of a time to

out exactly what's missing.

What's she doing?

Oh, she wants you to see the patch.

Be careful of that pot, Mrs. It's
Dalton.

Food, actually.

As well.

And it's Sergeant Knox for you, Claude.

I'm sure Mr Greengrass meant no
disrespect, Constable.

Maps is a bit specialised for you, isn't
it, Claude? Well, I'm branching out.

Is this your blazer button?

No.

Oh, hang on. Yes, yes, yes, it is.

And so's that Spode Dalton, so be
careful with it.

Do you know what time you got in?

I've no idea.

Two o 'clock and a right racket you
made.

Oh, I'm sorry, Gina.

It was the chairman of the Rotary Club's
annual dinner.

I always seem to overdo it.

Any more toast?

Yeah, I'm just doing some.

You'll have to excuse Oscar. He's not
himself.

I see what you mean.

Are you going to eat, sir?

No. You'll be golfing on an empty
stomach.

Oh, I'll grab a time with you at
lunchtime.

Once my stomach's settled.

Here you go.

Thanks. Oh, no, you stay here.

Oscar's got something to say, haven't
you?

Gina tells me you're staying on for a
couple more days.

Yeah, unfinished business.

I must say it was a shock seeing you
again.

I always felt badly about what happened.

I know you trusted me.

Yeah.

I did what I could, but it was the idea.

They'd sell their grannies for a result.

I wish I could have done more.

I want you to know that.

Well, that probably makes you feel a lot
better than it does me, Mr Blaketon.

Well, the good thing is you're still a
young man. You've still got time to make

something of your life.

Sure. You seem to have done all right
for yourself.

About this, yeah.

Yeah, stroke of luck.

You're in trouble.

I've had seven years bad luck.

Maybe you're due so.

Yeah, I suppose.

There are certainly compensations out
here.

Glorious countryside, friendly locals.

By the way, nice whistle.

Did you, uh...

Did you request somewhere like this?

No.

No, it was a bit more complicated than
that.

I see.

And as a stranger, the worst thing is
not having anyone to confide in.

Well, it's not for long, is it?

You see, I was ordered here because of
an affair with a married officer.

This is a cooling -off posting.

Hey.

Occupational hazard round here. No rush.

They're clear in their own time.

May I ask you to stop, please?

Ah. When are you expecting her back?

A month?

She didn't say she was going away.

No, it's Anthony.

It's Anthony Mottram.

It hasn't started to mention me.

Is that OK?

No, no, well, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

Hey, I've been looking for you.

I don't suppose by any chance you've
lost the button, have you?

I thought so, you thieving tow -rag.
What are you getting so excited about?

I'm getting excited because you dropped
it when you broke into my place.

And I what?

Where are they? What?

You know what. The maps. Where are they?

I don't know. I said, where are they? I
don't know.

When I got into your place, I couldn't
find them.

You what? They weren't there.

Weren't there?

I swear it.

If I don't get him back, you'll not be
the only one swearing.

It was the fact that he was younger than
me that really put people's backs up.

I don't think age matters that much, do
you?

I suppose not.

Do you like older women?

Why, it depends, I suppose.

I think the world of my granny.

You're funny, you know that.

I like a man who can make me laugh.

That's you for that long enough.

Did

you make

your peace with him?

Yeah, well, sort of.

Did he say why he was staying on?

I found an old girlfriend.

Good afternoon.

My name is Mrs Mottram.

I'd like to report the theft of some
valuable articles.

Right.

Yeah. Have you any idea when these items
went missing?

Right.

Mrs Mottram, I've got another call to
make first, but I'll be over as soon as

possible. All right. Bye -bye.

You're not going out, are you?

Why? I'll go.

What?

I'll go with you.

Well, I've got to go and assist Mike.

The three of you will be a crowd.

Well, stay here, then.

Have a break.

I've had a break.

What's the matter with you?

Do you play antiquarian math, Venture?

Yes, Sergeant.

Four of them being reported stolen.

From this woman's address?

Yes, ma 'am.

They exactly match the descriptions of
those lost by Mr. Greengrass.

Sorry about this, Ralph. What's going
on?

I needed a mate on this one.

It seems he was.

Mr. Nixon reported this damage to his
vehicle.

Oh. He says Oscar Blayton did it,
reversing out.

I see.

Did you witness this, eh? From upstairs'
window.

He backed out, swung around, must have
ripped it off with his front bumper.

Have you thought of talking to him
yourself and keeping this matter

Nixon says Oscar'd been drinking.

Drinking?

You think it affected his judgement, do
you?

Well, that's for you to say, Constable.

Come in, Mr Greengrass.

Have a seat.

I won't bother, cos I won't be stopping
long. Take a seat.

Look, if it's about the maps, there's no
problem, because David, the lad who

helps me out, he took them for
safekeeping when I was out and forgot to

So you haven't lost them?

No, and it's a bit of a relief to tell
you the truth, Phil.

Well, yeah, it is, because we're looking
for exactly the same maps for another

person.

Mrs. Mottram? Yes.

P .P. Bellamy, Ashfield, Little East.
Come in, come.

First page through.

Round to your right.

Anthony!

Anthony, the constable is here about the
disappearance of some of your father's

maps.

Father's maps? When Mr Sykes examined
the catalogue... He found four maps were

missing. You don't know anything about
them, do you?

Missing? Er... No.

Oh.

Cum Pops have sold them and forgotten to
put the sales entry in his catalogue.

Oh, don't be silly, Anthony.

You know how meticulous he was.

Yes, of course.

Mr Mushroom, does the name Greengrass
mean anything to you?

Erm... Greengrass.

Claude? Jeremiah Greengrass?

Claude.

Um... Not sure.

Why? He's answering some questions at
the station.

Says he knows you.

Me?

Sorry,

lad. If you come for a lesson, I'm due
on the first tee in ten minutes.

We've had a complaint, Oscar. What sort
of complaint?

About a motoring incident.

Ray Nixon says that you pranked his car
as you left the Aidensfield Arms.

He what?

Well, his rear bumper was ripped off.

You didn't feel anything when you backed
out, did you, Oscar? I never touched

his car. It's another wind -up.

Where is your car?

It's in the car park. Go and check it.

Did you have a drink before you left the
pub, Oscar?

A drink?

What is this?

Well, did you?

Half a shanty?

A half a shanty.

You don't believe me, do you? You
believe him.

I pranged his car while under the
influence.

Is that what you think? We don't think
anything.

This is routine, you know that.

Oh, it's routine, is it?

So which one's got the bag?

I needed the money.

For what?

I just needed it. For some woman, I
suppose.

You're such a fool, Anthony.

Trollops see you coming a mile off.
She's not a trollop. Oh, this one's

different. Yes.

Did she encourage you to steal?

It wasn't stealing. How can I steal
what's mine?

Not until I'm six foot under are those
maps yours, Anthony.

I was borrowing them.

I was going to redeem them.

It's a bit difficult now, sir. Nobody
knows where they are.

I was going to sort it all out. I mean,
he wouldn't have even known.

Look, I'm sorry I took them, Mother.

I'm so sorry.

You're sorry?

Well, that's something, I suppose.

And I'll make it up to you.

I promise.

I'll find them.

No stone unturned. Well, there it is,
Constable.

Confession and contrition.

Yes, Mrs. Mottram.

Now, all you have to do is to take
Anthony down to the station and charge

Are you satisfied?

Only just.

What do you mean?

The crystals have gone green within a
whisker of the limit.

Where is he?

I thought you were playing golf?

Where's Nixon?

What, he's in his room?

Right.

Come in. I want you out of here, Nixon.

Now. Doesn't Gina have some saying that?
I'm not standing around while you

stitch me up.

I'm the victim here, remember?

You're no victim.

You were a crook when I first met you
and you're still a crook. You were

without due care, Bligton. I never
touched your car.

Oh, the bumper came off by itself, did
it?

Oh, I doubt that very much. Yeah, it was
someone else, of course.

Yes, you!

Get out.

Oh, not me, Nixon.

Get out before I chuck you out. Just you
try it. Hey, cut it out. You tried to

set me up. Calm down.

You laced my drink, didn't you? Oscar!

Didn't you?

I haven't a clue what you're on about.

You're gone, Nicola.

Oscar, shut up and get out.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what's got into him.

Mr. Mottram?

Um, yes.

I'm Jackie Bradley.

Your mother's asked me to be your
solicitor.

Why? Well, she wants you to be properly
represented.

But... It's due to her that I'm here.

Yes.

What do you think you're playing at,
Oscar?

You had all the time in the world to
spike my drink. It's obvious.

Obvious to you?

How else do you explain the level of
alcohol in my blood? Easy. It was there

from last night.

That was hours ago.

It stays in the system. You know that. I
know how much I had to drink.

You couldn't even remember what time you
got in.

Did you take the maps all in one go?

No.

One at a time.

Over how long?

A year.

But you intended to redeem them? Oh,
yes. Yes, of course.

How?

I don't know.

You didn't intend to permanently deprive
your mother of her property, and yet

you have no idea how you were going to
get them back.

No.

And now they've completely disappeared.

I won't go to prison, will I?

Do you have a pawnbroker's license, Mr.
Greengrove?

Why?

I've got one for the lorry and one for
the dog.

Answer the question.

No, not as such, no. But, look, I can't
stop because I've left a pan simmering.

Stay down, Claude.

Mrs. Mottram wants you charging along
with her son.

Why?

It's me that's out of pocket.

Are you?

Those maps were worth four times, were
you, Londonham?

What's that got to do with it? Well, you
knew Mottram would never have enough

money to redeem them.

So what are you saying?

Well, what I'm saying is you could have
sold them on without him ever knowing

they were gone.

Unless, of course, he broke in.

Find out.

Well done, Constable.

Why should I report them stolen if I've
sold them?

To explain their absence to Mottram.

What have you done with the maps?

Nothing. I was doing the lad a favour,
that's all. I'm not in the pawnbroking

business. And I didn't know they were
nicked. And I certainly don't know where

they are now.

You're too much a man of the world, Mr
Greengrowth, not to realise you're in

serious trouble.

What other sort is there?

So will Anthony have to spend the night
in a cell?

No, I'm sure he'll be released on bail.

Pity. Might have done him some good.

I think Anthony's had quite enough of a
shock already, Mrs Mottram.

I'll do my best, of course, but the
outcome for him if it goes to court

quite serious.

Then he'll have to steel himself for the
worst.

Well, you too, of course.

Relatives often feel that they're also
in the dock.

In what way?

Well, they feel partly to blame, I
suppose.

Well, that's hardly the case here. It
must be clear to everyone that Anthony

wants for nothing.

Save a wife and home of his own,
perhaps.

Do you see any bars or padlocks?

He tells me you encouraged him to give
up his job after his father died.

My husband left sufficient money to
support us both.

Anyway, what has this got to do with
anything?

I'm just not sure why you're pressing
charges.

Something has to be done with Anthony
before it's too late.

A short, sharp lesson.

Exactly. Something he won't forget.

When I'm gone, there'll be nobody to
keep his foolishness in check.

Well, there is another way.

You could kick him out.

I couldn't do that.

This is his home.

But more yours.

Anthony needs his independence, Mrs
Mottram.

For that he needs a job, not a criminal
record.

Miss Carr, right?

Yes. Oscar Blaketon, one -time sergeant,
Ashfordly Police.

Now of the Aidensfield Arms.

You seem to have the advantage over me.

What can I do for you, Mr Blaketon?

Well, it's rather a delicate matter.

You'd better come in.

Thanks.

It's a nice room.

A delicate matter, Mr Blaketon.

Yes, I...

I've come about a mutual acquaintance.

Ray Nixon.

Oh, yes.

Do you mind telling me how well you know
him?

Not that well. We were quite close at
one time.

Not now?

No.

I was under the impression that you were
the reason that he was staying here in

Aidensfield. Well, I can't imagine how
you got that idea.

We went out for a drink for old times'
sake, that's all.

Did he mention me at all?

No. I'm sorry, Mr Blayton.

Look, if you're better with me, I'll try
and explain.

The police think that Claude Greengrass
may have sold the map and then faked the

break -in to make it look as if they
were stolen.

He denies it.

No surprise there.

Well, for what it's worth, I believe
him.

And rogue though he is, I wouldn't want
him to suffer for something that he

didn't do.

Well, thanks very much. I'm sorry if
I've intruded.

There's nothing against him, Mr
Blateson. You were a good company when

out, but that was all.

As I said, he never mentioned anything
about holding any grudges.

In fact, he seems to be having it one
with the world.

Well, perhaps I've misjudged him.

Thanks again.

Mr. Sykes, Marjorie Mottram here.

I've had a bit of a rethink.

Come in.

Charlotte. Yes, Venter.

Some jokers broke into Greengrass's
place and put the maps back where they

from.

Do burglars usually do that around these
parts?

Not usually, no.

You'd better inform Mrs Mottram. We've
done that. She's here to fetch Anthony.

She wants us to drop the charges against
him.

How are you?

Bearing up.

Haven't you given him anything to eat?
He looks half -starved.

He's only been here a couple of hours,
Mrs Mottram.

Come on.

You're coming home.

What? Well, your mother wants us to drop
the charge.

Why? Well, you'd better ask her that on
the way back. Now, come on.

Look sharp.

We need this place for real villains.

What would fathers have said?

You can understand.

But you're breaking up the collection.

You have to sell one to redeem the
others. How else will you get them back?

You could loan me the money.

No.

That's got to stop.

The sacrifice of one map will be a
reminder to you not to get into debt.

Right. I'll take this one.

Right.

200?

You'll need 220.

220.

And 20.

Thank you, I'll have that.

Look, do you really need all that? 200
for the maps, a tenner for interest and

tenner for breakages.

Windows of.

Missed the site?

No.

Thank you.

I think you'll find that's what we need.

Thank you.

If you decide to sell any of the other
maps... No, I don't think that's likely.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Well, if you feel so bad about it,
Anthony, you could earn the money and

back. What, you mean get a job?

Yes. Look,

won't you be lonely?

Why don't you look through the local
paper? There's bound to be something.

Nothing too stretching, of course.

Okey -dokey.

Well, open the door, Antony.

Sorry, Mother.

I'm off then, Bellamy.

Right, Sergeant.

Good work today.

Nothing's the show for it, though.

Not the point.

You were noticed.

We work well together, you and me,
Bellamy. The chemistry's right.

But let's keep it formal, hmm?

Could get messy otherwise.

Whatever you think, Hodge.

Good.

I'm glad we understand one another.

Sounds confusing.

Will you give up, Oscar, and pay a
proper electrician?

Are you ready for the off?

Nearly. I want to just settle up.

Ta.

Well, listen, I've got to go out now and
do some shopping.

So I'm not back before you go. Good
luck.

All right.

Thanks.

You should have a word with him before
it's too late.

Oh, Constable, is it possible to have a
word?

Sure, sure, come in.

Yeah?

Oh, you're leaving then?

Yeah.

Nothing for me here. Thought there might
be, but she didn't want to know.

Look, I'd like to apologise.

I overreacted earlier.

Right.

And as for what happened seven years
ago, there's not a lot more I can say

that.

It's just one of those things.

It's just a shame my mum died while I
was inside.

If I'd have got what I'd been promised,
then I could have been with her that

last year.

Yeah, well, it was a shame.

Anyway, best of luck.

So you think Ray has another reason for
doing Mr Blaketon some harm?

Yeah, when I told Ray I didn't want to
see him again, he asked me if Mr

had called round to put the knife in.

I said he hadn't, but I don't think he
believed me.

Well, you needn't worry any more.

Ray's checking out today.

Thank you. Oh, not really to help.

I think the problem was probably all in
Mr. Blaketon's mind.

Ray knows that he's wrong and he was
punished for it. In fact, he told me

wasn't a totally negative experience. At
least he'd learned a trade and come out

a qualified electrician.

Really?

Bye, then.

She's out, and I'm out.

Oscar! Oscar!

What happened?

I think it may have been booby trapped.

Nixon used his time inside to become a
qualified electrician.

What? I thought so.

Some kind of timing device.

Good guy.

Well, thanks, Mike.

It's all right, Oscar.

Guess I owe you one.

What's your decorating like?

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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