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

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

Wouldn't I like to have my own mind?

Living on my own, I might well just find...

Dear Mr. Lundrass, we found your delightful establishment was a

haven of peace and a birdwatcher's paradise.

And we will certainly return to your charming hostelry

and find it your faithful Mr.

and Mrs.

John Smith.

What if they check up and find out your charming hostelry doesn't exist?

It doesn't exist. We're in it.

Just that I've got to add the charming bit, that's all.

And what about if you can only call this place an oasis in a hectic world?

It's artistic licence.

That's the difference between you and me.

You've got no imagination.

Isn't this fraud, Claude?

Probably, yeah, but get on with it, will you?

I want to get this into the council committee this afternoon.

Blaketon's on that committee. He'll never let you get away with this. He

be there.

He's up at some golfing tournament up near Saltburn.

With a bit of luck, he'll get a hole in one.

Can't you go a bit faster, Bernie? Use two fingers.

Don't tempt me.

Rugger club, I reckon.

Had a run -in with some of them the other night.

Thought you could take the mickey when I said I was an artist.

Can't you ever keep out of trouble?

What do you expect, stuck out here?

I had to persuade Charlie Ashfordly to rent you this place to paint in peace.

He won't be very pleased when he hears about this.

Well, that really worries me.

It's amazing.

Absolutely amazing.

Gets you, doesn't it?

How can an ill -educated oik do that?

Don't worry.

You know what goes well?

You can have it.

I don't know how you made that tackle film.

You must be in secret training.

Hey, don't be jealous. I haven't scored a try in weeks, have I?

All right, all right.

It's a shame Blayton isn't here to lend a hand in his own pub.

Well, there is pace there, and we'd have a riot.

Last orders, please, last orders.

Now then, Picasso.

I understand you've had a bit of a firework party.

Gina, love.

Any chance of one on two?

Oh, sorry, Joe. House rules. When have you got a minute, Gina?

Look, I'll pay you tomorrow night, I promise.

I think you've had enough, Joe.

Oh, come on, you know me. I can hold my drink. Can't we all if we get the

chance? Four pints, Gina, love, please. You wait your turn.

If you can't pay, let someone who can get served.

I don't want any trouble, all right? You stay out of this.

Come on! Calm down!

Look, I'm a police officer.

If you don't want to spend a night in a cell, leave.

Do as he says, Joe.

If you let me go, I might be able to.

Go on.

Go and sleep it up.

Wait here, Carol.

Hard man, eh?

All right, come on.

Who's first?

Come on, come on.

Come on, back inside.

Come on, back inside.

That's right, go on before you get hurt.

You want to watch your mouth?

Yeah, come on.

Jump on.

Jump on.

Come on, then. Who's next, eh?

Eh? I think you are. Come on, Joe Bourne.

You're under arrest.

He's already bound over for an earlier offence in Liverpool, so it should be a

pretty straightforward case.

I think we should let the bench be the judge of that.

Don't you?

I went to an exhibition of yours a few years back.

It was great.

But it's a lawyer I need, not an art groupie.

I'm a solicitor, Mr Vaughan. I do my job regardless of what I may feel about my

client.

I advise that we challenge the charge of assault, pleading mitigation

circumstances.

Waste of time.

That sergeant's got it in for me.

A place like this, his word against mine, with my record.

All right.

Well, a character testimonial might help.

Anyone local you know?

I haven't mixed much with the locals.

So what brought you to these parts?

The scenery?

I don't do those sorts of paintings.

I've been having a hard time.

I owe dough everywhere back home.

Some nasty guys were looking for me.

They worked for a guy called Vic Boyd.

It's history now.

Rod got me out, found me the cottage.

Rod Dundas?

Sort of me patron.

Trying to get me career back on track with this exhibition in Leeds.

Well, now, he's a friend of Lord Atterley's, isn't he?

What would he speak for you?

I attempted to restrain the accused.

And as you did so, he knocked you to the ground, is that correct?

Yes.

Thank you, Peter Bellamy.

It was all a bit of a chaotic ruckus out there in the dark then.

It certainly was.

You say you approached Mr Vaughan at speed and he pushed you over.

It was a bit more than a push.

He turned and hit me hard.

Twice. He turned?

So his back was to you.

So he wouldn't have known that it was you rather than another drunken rugby

player?

I suppose not.

What is it?

Recorded delivery. Recorded delivery is never good.

From the council.

I knew we should never have sent them letters.

Well?

Well?

Yeah, very well.

The bursary committee are so impressed with what we sent them that... Let us

have the grant straight away. Look at that.

Check for 200 quid.

What did I tell you?

What a rat demonstrandum.

You're a professional art consultant, aren't you, Mr Dundas?

For a couple of galleries, yes.

And you know the defendant well?

Joe Vaughan is a very gifted artist.

His lifestyle has, in the past, gotten in the way of his work.

But in recent months, he really has turned over a new leaf.

So this was the last.

Indeed. He's been in no trouble since he came here.

Worked all hours on his paintings for the exhibition, which, in my opinion,

make his reputation.

So you're convinced that he is a genuinely reformed character?

Absolutely.

Otherwise I would never have recommended him as a tenant to my friend, Lord

Ashfordly.

Thank you, Mr Dundas.

Ten pounds for a breach of the faith.

Next time we'll sort him out ourselves.

Calm down, Barry. It's over. Your wife got him off. Who's sad? You aren't

anyway.

Come on, lads.

Not one of your best days, Bellamy. Come on.

Maybe Sergeant Noakes wasn't so bad after all, eh?

Well,

that letter from Lord Ashfordly certainly impressed them.

I worked that out, getting him to write it, I can tell you.

He hates my paintings and all.

Very fascinated with what it meant to be.

I tell you, he was at the back of the queue when he handed out the family

cell.

That's unfair.

Do you want to come to me preview?

The gallery, Elena, on at my place for a few art critiques.

I mean, bring your old man.

There'll be wine and everything.

Well, I doubt he's in a mood to celebrate.

I'd have loved to have seen Blaketon's face when it came through.

Well, luckily he wasn't here last night.

He was probably playing golf or something.

What do you three find so amusing?

Oh, that was what else I was going to say. We were just saying how sorry we

to hear about the witness.

Well, you don't look very sorry, any of you.

Well, that's because we're celebrating.

Because Mr. Greengrass is opening a bed and breakfast. Never mind him, Mr.

Blakeney. Come on, David, sit down.

Another of your scams, Greengrass.

If you weren't so busy birdying and bogeying, you might find out, might you?

Well, it's a good job Andy was here, or things might have got worse.

Gina, that phone is not to be used by a guest.

How long's he been on it?

Look, it's my business and my phone, Oscar.

David.

quiet about the bed and breakfast business until it's up and running.

Hey, Claude, I've got a dead cert for you. 2 .30, Ascot, 33 to 1.

Bloody!

We both cleaned up on that one, eh, remember?

We certainly did, eh? It's lovely to see you. I'm sorry, by the way, love, about

that lead business.

Oh, I'm forgotten.

What brings you round this way, then? Sport a king, what else?

I'd, um... I'd value your expert advice on a horse, Claude.

Wrong number, I suppose?

Sorry about that.

It's work.

I've got to drive up to Scotland tomorrow for a meeting.

Oh, well, how long will you be?

A couple of days, but I'm going to have to miss out on the duo this evening.

A few things I need to sort out.

Sorry, love.

You know, we are lucky having such talent living round here.

I'm afraid that's not everyone's view.

They love them.

You've absolutely cracked it this time, Jo.

Oh, come on, you're out of here.

Something's getting inspirational.

So, this is what you get up to when you're not in court.

Very impressive.

Yeah, it's worrying, isn't it?

I should be locked away.

Look.

I'm sorry about last night.

No excuses, just stupidity.

OK. Cheers.

I hope you're behaving yourself tonight.

Tomato juice only.

Scouser's honour.

I'm sorry.

Were you invited?

Invited?

We're local.

We don't need to be invited.

You're here and all, are you?

There's no wonder he got off.

Go home, Barry.

I've warned you.

Yeah, come on.

There's just a bunch of pansies anyway.

Andy, it's for you.

It's somebody called Jake Busby.

Jake?

It's great to hear from you.

Yeah, is that the one down the coast?

No, no.

It's on my way.

See you in the morning.

Hey, they were dead impressed, weren't they?

Look, Gina, about last night, I really am sorry.

Well, you can make it up to me when you're rich and famous.

You've got a really sexy smile, you know.

No, Joe.

Mates only, eh?

Oh, good timing.

Just ready to go.

It's all right, see?

Mom. You're pushing your luck, sunshine.

You're going to be all right, isn't he?

I'm afraid it's, uh, too early to say.

I understand you were invited to Gatsby for Dundas. Would you ever listen?

Uh, somewhere.

Early works.

He gave them to me some while ago when I paid off his debts.

Distinctive style, I'd say.

Indeed. I'd say this loss was a little short of a tragedy.

Here we are. Thank you.

Who were the gatecrushers? Any specific threats?

Just general abuse, really.

Well, there was one thing, but I don't suppose it means much. Yes?

Well, someone put some fireworks through his letterbox the day before.

He said it was one of that rugby lot.

I think we'd better have a word, Barry, down at the station.

Better be going.

Well, you behave yourself in Bonnie, Scotland.

I'll miss you.

He's called Anik Flyer.

Entered for the Ribble Plate in with the real chaps. What do you think?

It's not a bad horse.

What did you ask him for?

500 for a fast sale.

He's leaving the country. Tax reasons.

I wish I could join him.

It's not a bad price either.

He's a cracking horse. That's what I thought.

Surely you didn't need me to tell you he's a good horse, did you?

No.

But since Sid passed away, I've lost my confidence.

Only old -fashioned, but a woman needs a man for some things in life.

I have heard.

Hey, thanks for being here.

Well, it's a lot, but here we go.

Betty, Betty, I'm wondering, for old times' sake, how about me coming off in

with you?

You don't want to buy a racehorse at your time of life, do you?

I want to do. Here, look here.

There's 200 quid there.

That should buy me a bit more than half a leg, shouldn't it?

If half a leg's what you fancy, Claude, I'm sure that can be a range.

Ah, here.

I hope I'm not only buying the half that eats.

I did the fireworks.

It was a prank.

I didn't burn his house down.

Constable Bradley, I do ask you to leave earlier.

You were belligerent and drunk.

I didn't do it.

I went straight on to bed after he threw me out.

The fire started at 1am.

You've no witnesses to say where you were.

I thought my wife was away visiting her mum.

Look, Barry, if it was you, come clean now.

There's a man on conference in hospital, Mr Rhodes.

He may well die.

In which case, someone will be facing a murder charge.

All right.

Can I have a word in private, please, Sergeant Craddock?

Let this be a warning to you, Mr Roach.

You do well to moderate your behaviour in the future.

Yeah.

Thanks, Sergeant.

Cast iron alibi.

Whippy police picked him up at 1 .15am in the car with a girl called Carol

Roper. Carol?

The girl Phil's been dating?

Not anymore, if he's got any sense.

Sarge? Hospital found.

Jarvon's awake.

Good.

Let's go and have a chat with him, shall we, Bradley?

Why do you have barriers for suddenly?

Well, uh, Whitley police picked him up last night, drunk, around the time of

fire.

Didn't want to tell his wife.

Come along, Bradley.

Any idea what it's like to know that months of work have gone up in smoke and

you lot think I did it? I'm not saying that, but it is possible.

Forensics say 16 canvases were destroyed. Well, that's wrong for a

were 17 of them.

You can't be bothered, can you? Hey, Vaughan's got a record. Blame him. In

absence of clear evidence, we have to investigate every possibility.

The fire started just after 1am. What time did you get it?

Hours before that.

So it couldn't have been me unless I did it in my sleep.

Even you lot can see that.

Did you hear anything outside?

Car, motorbike?

I was fast asleep.

Well, is there anyone who might want to harm you? Anyone from Liverpool,

perhaps? You're the police. You're supposed to find the answers.

Well, there's a nice pub you've got here.

Yeah, just taking it over.

I'm in the same business.

I was just thinking you must get a lot of passing trade here.

Yeah, fair bit.

I noticed a smart sports car when I came in. Sort of customers we all need, eh?

No, Andy's just an old mate.

Calls it his pulling car.

You should see the crumpet he gets in it.

Well, he can't be having much luck. He was on his own when he left.

Off to do his duty.

Back to wifey in Grimsby.

Wedding anniversary.

I don't know how he gets away with it.

Thanks for everything, Claude. It's been a wonderful day, like old times.

There'll be a lot more and all once Annick Flyer starts flying in.

Not like having your own winner, is there? I can't wait.

It's wonderful to be with the kindred spirit again.

If I hadn't met Sid first, you know, you'd have been the man for me.

Well, we're all allowed one narrow escape, aren't we? Hey, I'm glad you

changed. See you in the owner's enclosure.

Partner. Partner.

Ta -ra, love.

Oh,

Mr. Greengrass, I'm glad you're back.

Why, what's gone wrong now?

I might have known it wouldn't be a complete day of joy.

I tried to stop her, but she... Stop her? Why?

Good evening.

You'll be my host.

Interesting house.

Willingdale. Miss.

Greengrass. Missed her.

Up here for a spot of bird -watching. I gather you're quite an expert.

Bathroom upstairs, is it?

She just pushed away and said she was staying.

Why didn't you stop her? We're not even open yet. I've not finished off the

tidying up.

Looks like someone needs a lesson in how to use their barbecue.

Why bother with a fridge?

Colder outside it than in.

Come here, I'll warm you up.

Better than simple heating any time, eh?

Yeah, but you're not always here, are you?

Out all hours, two nights running.

Wait a second. Your client was responsible for that both times.

I suppose credit's blaming me for everything because I got him off.

Probably.

Big news, Joe, isn't he?

When you were talking to him, did he say anything to you about anyone from his

past?

Confidential. Look, I know it's confidential.

Well, then don't ask me about it.

It looked like it happened.

Someone may have an old score to settle.

Well, you'll have to ask him about that yourself.

I have.

He's holding something back. Look, Jackie, please, I know I shouldn't be

you this, but please, I'm trying to help him.

He mentioned someone called Vic Boyd.

I think he owes him some money.

Talk to Rod Gunders about it.

Sorry I'm late. Where have you been? You're supposed to be giving me a hand.

Yeah, well, I've just been checking up on a rival club a few miles down the

coast. A long way to go for a drink.

Well, I met the owner, Jake Busby.

We had a very interesting conversation.

Really? What did he have to say, then? Well, you know, he's just taken over.

He's got some novel ideas about running pubs. Oh, fascinating.

You know, it's often a good idea to start by serving behind the bar.

Two orange juices.

When you're ready.

Have you got a couple of ensuite rooms for the night?

I don't know. I'll just check.

You do that.

Sorry. We're full.

Excuse me.

What's the matter with that?

So you're full, are you?

Yeah, well, seems like it.

But I can recommend a very salubrious bed and breakfast.

Not very far from here.

Here for the bird watching, are we?

No, we're in the art game in there.

Oh.

And, um... What do you think of it here?

Put it this way. I've never stayed in a dothouse like this before.

And I've been to Accrington.

Shame the owner's not around, really.

I'd like to thank him personally.

There's no point in me being here.

You were badly concussed and you're not ready to manage on your own yet.

Besides, you're going to need physiotherapy on that arm before you...

again?

Look, I'm not going to paint again, ever.

Of course you will.

It's really not that serious.

Got no idea, have you?

Seeing everything I've worked for destroyed.

Do you know what that does to you?

Why don't you try and get some rest? I'm sure you'll feel better.

I'm going to have a word with Rod Dunder about finding you somewhere else to

live again.

Why don't you take me temporary again?

Give us both something to do.

We've come to see an old mate of ours.

Joe Vaughan.

Sir?

Al Vaughan. Can I talk to him?

He's still pretty depressed.

Mind you, he's got some visitors.

They should cheer him up. Come back home by the sound of it. Come again?

A couple of blokes asking for him to go and fax him.

Are they with him now?

Yes, I think so.

Yeah, but he's not there.

Excuse me, everything's deformed from Lord B, yeah?

No registration numbers? No names?

Nothing. Just vague descriptions.

Both Maggie and the hospital staff confirmed they had Liverpool accents.

Doesn't narrow the field much.

There's a Liverpool villain called Vic Boyd who Vaughan upset recently. He came

down here to get away from it.

How do you know that?

Well, he told Jackie before the court case.

Thank you for keeping me informed, Bradley.

If there is a vendetta against Miss Vaughan, these men may be responsible

the fire as well as his disappearance.

I want them found.

Bradley, come with me.

Does the name Vic Boyd mean anything to you?

No.

Joe just said that he had to get out or that someone would be round to break his

fingers.

One by one. And he meant it.

Has he contacted anyone from Liverpool recently?

I couldn't say.

I mean, Miss is the place.

And he hated here.

He wanted to get back.

Well, let's hope nobody's given him a lift.

If you hear of anything, give us a ring.

He fell to me.

Vic Boyd's guys are looking for me. They came to the hospital.

They'll bust me up if they find me.

And what will they do to me?

I think they were here last night.

Probably done burnt me place down and all.

Let me stay here for a bit.

No, Joe, I can't.

But why don't you just go to the police and tell them?

You're joking.

Well, grass up Vic Boyd.

They're animals.

Ah. Hi Archie.

Popular

morning,

Oscar. Yeah, just the usual bills and more bills.

You don't know how lucky you are.

Free housing, free uniform, regular paycheck.

Here, do us a favour. Talk to Jackie about it, will you?

Here, look, I'm just checking to see if anyone's seen two scouters driving a

white Jack.

Oh, aye. Big blokes.

They were in the other night looking for rooms.

Oh, yeah, they stay.

Oh, not here.

Gina didn't like the look of them, so I sent them on.

Hope to see you again soon. No risk of that, mate.

I've got a letter for you.

Thanks.

Aren't you going to open it?

What's it to you?

Oh, I just thought you'd be keen to read anything from your wife.

It is from her, isn't it?

Grimsby postmark?

But then you've just been there, haven't you? So your wife must have written

that earlier.

You're nosy so -and -so, aren't you, Blaketon?

Does Gina know?

I think you should tell her yourself.

Let me clear my room first.

Are you sure?

When?

No, thanks very much.

She's already gone. Some bloke came and picked her up, apparently.

I reckon you can forget your day at the race. She's obviously got a better

offer. No, it's all done. We bought an off together. I'm half in.

You heard.

Let's go in this. It'll get us there quicker.

I've taken the plugs out. We'll stick them back in again and let's get

Delta Alpha two four

And

the cottage they've seen me following

You take over from Bradley.

Plain clothes.

Hurry up.

What's going on?

Well, I wanted to tell you, Gina, but I didn't know how to.

Andy, he didn't go to Scotland yesterday.

He went home.

For his anniversary.

What do you mean, anniversary?

His wedding anniversary.

He's married, Gina.

What are you talking about?

I don't believe you. You're lying.

Oh, no.

He left a note for you in his room. Didn't have the guts to tell you

No.

He can't be married. He loves me.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not. You're pleased.

You've never liked him, have you?

You've always had it in for him.

I hate you, Oscar.

I cannot believe you blew it all on the leg of a horse.

Some of that money was mine, you know. Yeah, well, when you see him, you can

tell me which you want.

Here, 24, this is him.

Hello, my son.

Can I help you? Yeah, I've just come to see Annick Flyer. I'm one of the owners.

Here we go again.

This horse is not Annick Flyer. He's called Rainbow Boy.

Don't talk that.

I know which horse I bought.

Now, there's your horse.

The vets just scratched it, unfit to raise.

I suggest you join your other co -owners and take this up with the police.

I don't know what about them. I bought him with Mrs Betty Kirk.

This is my horse.

Mrs Kirk conned you all. She and my ex -chauffeur showed you Rainbow Boy, but

sold you her own nag, the real Annick Flyer.

Chauffeur, is your bloke's wife a Camel Air coat?

Her fancy man.

My coat.

He pretended to be the owner.

It seemed they'd cleaned up and cleared off.

Hello, please come.

Lord Ashfordly, hello.

The council's money, really.

Hey, hey.

Hey, you might still be all right. Have you seen the odds?

Betty Kirk might have a strange taste in men, but she knows a good ostentatious

one. You got any money?

You already owe me. You've got to speculate to accumulate. I'm putting

everything I've got on Rainbow Boy at these prices. Come on.

Come on.

Wait, Lord Ashfordly's just phoned. Yeah? Well, I think without realising

he's just explained he started the fire.

You see, with all the publicity and with Joe's new paintings destroyed, Rod

Dunst's collection becomes very valuable.

Sweetheart, slow down. I don't understand what you're saying.

Rod knows the art market. He knows his paintings would soar in value.

He's broke.

He had opportunity and motive.

Thank you very much, Mrs Bradley.

It might be nothing.

I made a call from a phone box and they came straight here.

Yeah. Hello again.

Don't think we share the same taste in bed and breakfast, do we?

Well, I'm sorry about that. The girl who works here with you, she's from

Liverpool, isn't she?

I've seen all this artist fella.

Nothing so far, sir.

in there, all of you.

We're not trying to harm them.

You're joking, aren't you?

No. Vic's dead chuffed with you, mate.

That painting you bunged him a while back's worth over a grand now.

So why are you acting him?

Vic's daughter's getting spliced.

Wants Joe to paint her Minnie all psychedelic -like for a wedding present.

Like them pop stars have their cars, you know.

Be made up if you do it.

You pay her and everything.

Oh, no.

He's coming!

He's coming!

Go on, Rainbow!

Go on, Rainbow!

Go on, Rainbow!

Go on, Rainbow! Go on, Rainbow!

Oh,

you little face.

I won nearly 300 quid.

Looks like we're back to square one.

Well, there is one possible new lead, Sarge.

We waited until he knew you'd be asleep.

Drove back to your place, started the fire, then went home.

That's absolutely no real evidence.

I'll bet there is.

Look, you only found 16 burnt canvases, so there's one missing.

And? Huh.

Well, he started the fire.

He'll have it.

But there was one he really wanted. He wouldn't have been able to leave it

to burn.

I'll be sure.

Well, I can't.

Look, he's obsessive. He wants to be a painter himself.

He really wanted that canvas.

Well, if he has got it, we'll prove that he must have gone back there.

I hope you're right about this.

Okay.

This is a preposterous allegation, Sergeant.

I'm an art dealer, not a vandal.

I can't believe that you're taking this seriously.

Well, if you admire his work so much, it's strange that you're selling all

off so quickly, isn't it? It's hardly a crime, and it doesn't link me to the

fire.

I am merely taking advantage of the market.

Have you a cup of tea?

Fancy me winnings. What?

There's 100 now. We're straight.

What did you finish up with?

210. Not bad for an afternoon's work.

Mr. Greengrass.

Oh, Miss Willingdale. You come back quick.

I'm from the council.

They sent me to test the veracity of your references.

Who are? A local councillor contacted us.

And I must say that I entirely concur with his assessment of your

Local councillor. We all know who that is, don't we?

The letters were all clearly bogus, all coming from the same typewriter.

The council now demands the return of your entire £200 bursary, Mr Greengrass.

But I haven't... I can't... £200... I do think that it would be better to cough

up and avoid any unpleasantness.

Yeah.

That's £200.

Mr.

Greengrass, can I have last week's wages?

Here.

And this week's?

Not to be found here, then, is it? This mysterious missing canvas.

It would seem not.

I find it odd that you take the word of a man.

With a criminal record against mine, it makes you look rather foolish, Sergeant.

I bet you've already sold it on the black.

Phil, give that.

Let me see that.

The one.

Do you mind tucking out of the vehicle, please, sir?

Don't want to look foolish, do you?

Oh,

I won't mope. He's not worth it.

He can rot for all I care.

Never mind, Gina.

There's plenty more fish in the sea.

Yeah, I think I'll stick to fish in the future.

More reliable than men.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

What do you think, Mike?

Well, some of us know our place.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat Why does a love kiss stay in my memory?