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

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

You know you'll make me wanna shout

You arrived at the house at the time, Miss Turner?

About half past six.

And did you come straight into the house? Yes, after I'd exercised Red

And when I came in... And did you see anything unusual around the property

night? I thought I heard a car leave, but I can't be sure.

As soon as I could, Peg.

I'm ever so sorry. What happened?

That has yet to be established.

What brings you here, Mr Greengrass? Not to answer your daft questions, that's

for certain, Craddock.

Me and Charlie were mates.

I sent for Claude.

Mr Weller said we were to let him know if anything ever happened to him.

We always knew it was always on the cards.

Bye.

Poor old Charlie. I was dreading something like this.

He wasn't in good shape.

Chronic heart trouble.

Do you know the next of kin?

Oh, yes, Martin, a nephew. He runs an insurance broker in Ashfordly.

What about Peggy and Lottie?

Well, Peggy's husband died a couple of years ago, leaving nothing but debt.

Charlie took them in, gave them somewhere to live, gave them a job.

They're going to miss him.

Bye.

Doctor says Charlie probably died of a heart attack.

Time of death, between 10 and 11 p .m. last night.

Since he was fully dressed, I assume he was on his way to bed.

Well, there was no sign of a break -in and no disturbance in the fire

department. Well, Mrs. Turner thinks she may have heard a vehicle leave, but she

can't be sure.

Right, you wrap up here, Bradley. I'll tell Ventress to contact the next of

I don't want you worrying about the yard, Peggy, because I'm promising you,

I promised Charlie, that if something like this was ever to happen, we'd come

straight over and help out.

Especially with this fella.

Thank you, Claude. I knew I could rely on you.

Oh, Michael, hey, peace to your eyes.

Red Rover, he's going to be off for now.

One race, is he? No, not yet, but Charlie, we're getting ready for one

week. We're going to have a right touch at a right price.

And what happens to this place now?

It all depends on Charlie's nephew, doesn't it? Lucky devil. Looks as if

going to inherit the lot.

And you and your daughter, Mrs Turner?

All we want is to see Mr Weller's wishes respected.

Whatever they might happen to be.

What can I do for you, officer?

It's about your uncle, Mr Charles Weller. Yes?

What about him?

Well, it's not good news.

He's had a fall and... I knew he'd come to some grief stuck out there on his

arm.

How bad?

I'm sorry, Mr Weller.

He's dead.

Hi, Gina. Haven't seen you for ages.

What can I get you?

A tea and tea, thanks. And a word with Mr Blake to me, is about.

What's this, council business?

Partly. I'm working for the planning committee.

So, what can I do for you, Miss Nielsen?

It's more a question of what I can do for you, Oscar.

A new will?

Yes, and it supersedes his previous will.

When did this happen?

I drew this one up on your uncle's instructions a week ago.

Here are copies for each of you.

As you'll see from the main provisions, Mrs. Turner is Mr. Weller's main

beneficiary. No, it's gone up.

I'm sorry, apart from a few minor bequests, your uncle's property goes to

Turner.

Mrs. Turner and I have also been named as executors of his estate.

What about me?

I'm his nephew.

You inherit some items of family interest.

I've heard about your support for the proposed new industrial estate at

Yes, well, the council are all for it.

What would you say if there were an even better site closer to Aidensfield?

A site for a new industrial estate close to Aidensfield.

Would go down well.

A real crowd, please, I'd have thought, Oscar, as far as your local constituents

are concerned.

The question is, will you persuade your colleagues to support an Aidensfield

location for the scheme?

I certainly think about it.

Exactly what I'd hoped you'd say.

How much more of this for your job, Mr Schiff? As much as you can find, don't

forget. Stick a bit of cow dung in it, all right, and then give it a good

down.

Hose it down? Why?

To make it way heavier.

And by the way, from now on, it's not manure.

It's fertilizer.

Hello, Greengrass.

Still up to your armpits in it, I see.

You're still training losers.

I ride around in this.

You're the one shoveling dung for a living. We know what you're doing here,

know. And if you think you're going to get your hands on Red Rover, you've got

another thing coming.

With Charlie six foot under, that's for Mrs Turner to say now.

Where can I find her?

She's not here.

She's in the house, though.

Thank you, son.

Thank you, David.

Mouth before brain, as usual.

I thought he was a friend of yours.

Who, Ray Walker?

He's got no friends.

Mrs Turner.

What brings you here?

Before he died, God rest him, Charlie and I were discussing terms for the sale

of one of his horses.

Red Rover.

Right. I'm here to tell you I'll honour the bargain and take Red Rover off your

hands, as a favour to Charlie.

Charlie never asked for favour.

Not from you, not from anybody.

You can do me a favour, if you like.

Name it.

Clear off and don't come back.

Mrs Turner, you'd do better having me as a friend.

And an enemy.

Are you threatening me?

I would advise you to think seriously about my offer, Mrs Turner.

Mike.

Can I ask you for you?

I've got Martin Weller in my office.

He's most upset about that new will that Uncle made.

Well, I can't blame him for that, but what's it got to do with that?

He believes his uncle was manipulated into making it.

And he doubts whether the circumstances of Charlie Weller's death were

accidental. Well, how's he come by that?

In a nutshell, did his uncle fall or was he pushed?

Pushed?

By who?

The main beneficiary of the will, Mrs Turner.

You're claiming Mrs Turner had a relationship with your uncle? It was

knowledge in our family.

The moment her husband died, she moved in with my uncle.

Why else would he pay all the debt and install her into the next -door cottage?

Your uncle passed over money to Mrs Turner? Of course.

He was a sick man.

I tried to get him into a place where he'd receive proper medical care.

But Peggy wouldn't have it.

She wanted him under her control.

And now I know why.

Bernie, it's Claude. Look, I'm at Charlie Weller's stables. Can you get

I've got a business proposition for you.

It's in plant nourishment.

No, plant, as in roses and that.

It'll definitely be to your advantage.

Ah, mine and all.

All right, mate.

Were you aware that Mr Weller named you as his sole beneficiary?

No. Not till your wife told us.

Why do you think Mr Weller left you his property?

I don't know.

Maybe he wanted it to go to someone who'd respect it, not destroy it as his

nephew had in mind.

Destroy it how?

He kept on at Charlie to sell it off.

He never gave him a minute's peace.

These questions, are they to do with Martin Weller?

Yes.

You see, he alleges that you influenced Mr Weller into changing his will and

possibly caused the accident that killed him.

Me?

Kill Charlie?

He said that?

He also claims you and Mr Weller had a relationship.

I looked after Charlie. It was my job.

And yes, we were friends.

I mean a personal relationship, Mrs Turner. I know what you mean.

The answer is still no.

It's not me you should question.

It's Martin Weller.

And why are you telling these wicked lies?

Smells good. You promised you wouldn't be late. I know.

I'm sorry, darling.

But there's days of work to be done at Mr Weller's place.

Yeah, I know. I was out there myself today.

I had to ask Mrs Turner some pretty tough questions.

Such as?

Well, if she and Charlie Weller had had an affair, among others.

Oh, I'm assuming she denied it.

Emphatically.

What's going on, Mike?

Martin Weller has virtually accused her of murder.

Here, you've been talking to the police about me.

I had to.

No hard feelings, Peggy.

But I have a right to express my concerns.

You do that to me and Lottie.

With Charlie not yet cold in his grave.

I always knew you were an unfeeling young man. How dare you?

We both know the truth about you and my uncle, Peggy.

Why are you doing this?

Is it to set yourself up to... fight the will.

Well, you'll never get your hands on Charlie's property.

Not if I ever say any.

The fire officer said paraffin was used. As you can tell, it leaves a nasty

smell. It was deliberate, then.

Well, it looks like it.

Did you get a good look at the intruder? No.

It was dark and it all happened too fast.

The ale cost a few bucks to replace, but the hospital all right. That's the main

thing. Can you think of anyone who might want to harm you in any way?

Martin Weller hates our guts.

Yeah. Ray Walker.

Pardon? He's the one you want.

Oh, is he? A know -nothing owner trainer who made his money out of dodgy

concrete houses and land deals.

Walker was here yesterday, wanting to buy a red Rover.

I sent him packing.

Yeah, rightly so.

He's been wanting to get his hands on the Rover. If he can't have him, he'd

rather see him dead.

But I'll give you six to four. It's Walker who's responsible for this.

Claude, is there any chance of you moving in for a while?

I'm feeling vulnerable.

And to the race. I'd feel much better if someone was keeping an eye on Red

Rover. Of course I would. No problem.

You know I can't pay you. Don't worry about that.

Do you know where Mr Walker is?

Oh, easy there.

He doesn't like men in uniform.

Mr Walker?

Try the office.

Well, I have.

Must be his building, yeah, I think.

Well, he's not. I've just come from there.

When did you last see him?

Yesterday evening.

Is there anything I should mention?

If I see him first, like.

Well, ask him to drop by Ashfordly Police Station.

It's quite important.

Samantha, and my love is never gonna die.

Remember, oh, Samantha, I'm a one,

a one gal gal.

And together... Remember me, Samantha?

What are you doing here?

Well, is that the best you can do for a visiting counsellor?

No, of course. Please, sit down.

It's about the conversation we had the other day. I think I've got some good

news for you, Samantha.

Oh, just what I like to hear.

Yes, I've had words with my colleagues on the council and I think they'll be

more than happy to have a new industrial estate close to Aidensfield.

I'm about to recommend the application for outline planning permission.

Oh, so you know the location and the name of the developers.

Don't tempt me, Oscar.

You're an elected official and I'm a full -time professional planner.

And a breach of confidence would be... professional suicide?

Excuse me.

Samantha Nielsen?

Who's it from?

No, I'll pick it up myself.

I've got people for special delivery at reception.

Well, I can wait if you still think you need my support.

Yes, of course.

I won't be long.

I'm sorry about that.

Now, where were we?

Mr Weller should have got himself a new accountant.

Didn't use one.

He was drawing out cash on a regular basis.

Fairly large sums every two months or so.

Any idea what it was for, Peggy?

No. None at all.

You drag me all the way here to look at a pile of manure?

Look, Bernie, don't be out until... I can't. I'm lost for words.

Here's the deal. We package this in them bags and we sell it on your full court.

What's in it for me?

Well... Apart from the percentage on sales and the fact that you can use a

of the product when you need it, when me and Peggy have a winner, we'll let you

in on it. What about me?

What are you? Oh, I'm thinking I'm going to promote you, David.

You're going to be collections manager.

Well, I'd love to know where all that cash went.

For the past two years, he drew out a hefty cash sum every few months,

with clockwork.

Um, living expenses?

No, he paid for everything by cheque. What, so there's absolutely no record of

where the money went or what for?

None.

I think you should talk to Peggy.

Charlie hated visiting banks.

She always kept a cheque for him.

Right.

Thanks, Maggie.

And how many staff does Rockhall Associates presently employ?

Thank you.

Question... F.

Does your company intend to employ more staff in the future?

Oh, business must be picking up then.

And this is the last question.

If I can read my own writing, that is.

How does Rockwell Associates estimate the commercial...

Viability.

Viability of their proposed new industrial estate at Aidensfield?

Sorry?

Well, it's one of the questions on my survey.

Well, I don't know who put it there.

Oh, well, thank you too.

What did they say?

Well, you went spare when I mentioned Aidensfield.

And you knew it, didn't you? Well, I just hoped it would get a response.

What are you playing at, Oscar?

I'm encouraging you to do your public duty.

Oh, and that includes getting me to ring up people on false pretenses, does it?

Gina, you're a ratepayer. You're just protecting your interests.

Oh, and how is it doing that?

By helping me to track down the whiff of council corruption.

Well, I've tried everywhere where he should be.

Still no Walker, Sarge.

What do we know about Walker?

He's a crooked builder, a thug, a bent trainer, and we can't pin anything on

him. He seems dead keen to get his hands on Charlie Weller's racehorse, Sarge,

and he knows his way around the Weller farm.

We'd better be dealing with two separate crimes.

Walker might be the man we want for arson, but Mrs Turner, I find it hard to

believe we're dealing with murder here.

Well, according to Jackie, Charlie Weller had withdrawn substantial sums of

money in cash from his bank. It was over and above what he needed for living

expenses. And no one knows why or what became of it, Sarge. Not even Mrs.

Turner?

Well, at first, she claimed not to know anything about it.

But I've since learned that Peggy Turner lied.

She cashed every single one of those checks at the bank.

I haven't managed to sort his clothes out yet.

I am sorry, Peggy.

He was a good man.

No one could have done better by me and Lottie.

You won't mind if I leave you through this room alone.

Don't forget, when you gallop him, make sure he looks as if he's doing his best,

because I've put £14 in the saddle, just in case there's any nosy parkers.

I wouldn't trust that Ray Walker as far as I could throw him, and I'd like to.

Hey, isn't that Charlie's nephew in that car?

I think you ought to have him for trespass.

I'm glad you're on our side, Claude. I'm on anybody's side, it is.

Come on, don't forget what I told you, love.

You know I...

And we'll cry.

And you'll know why.

Just you and I know true love away.

Throughout the day.

You again, Mr. Bradley.

Could I have a word, please, Mrs. Turner?

Come in.

You admit you passed those checks for Mr. Weller. I don't

deny it.

And did Mr. Weller tell you what the money was for?

That was his business, not mine.

You withdrew substantial sums in cash.

from Mr. Weller's account for almost two years. We need to know where that money

went, Mrs. Turner.

I can't tell you what I don't know.

The allegations made against you by Martin Weller could shape up into a

charge.

Is that what you want?

Don't forget to take the lead out.

All right, John.

Hey, he's arrived, Mr Greengrass.

Good old Arthur.

Remind me to send him a few bags for his rhubarb.

Oh, and I've filled up Red Rover's hay rack. Good lad.

I went to bed gallant, weren't I?

What's this?

It's you!

It's not Eton O'Toole, is it?

Hey, get him out. Come on, get him out. Get him out, John.

Of course, I'll have to check out your statement.

Thank you.

Hey, there.

Look.

Look what I've just found in Roover's hay rack. What is it?

They're yew tree cuttings. They're deadly.

Somebody's tried to poison them.

Well, it's not unusual to find something a bit nasty in an hay bale, but that's

not what's happened here.

How can you be sure?

Well, use your eyes, it's fresh.

It's only been cut a few hours ago.

When was the hay rack filled?

Oh, not long ago. I filled that up just to work back to bagging up the rose

food. My drover didn't take in the poison, at least the vet thinks not.

How could this happen?

It's obvious.

Somebody slipped in and bunged it in Rover's rack.

For all daylight?

Yeah, and probably under the eyes of our uniformed friend here. We're working on

it, Claude. Oh, I'm sure you are. Look, if you won't joke about Ray Walker, it's

about time your boss heard about it from me.

Jackie, sorry.

That was one thing and another here.

We need to talk, Peggy.

I found these upstairs.

Did you read them?

Enough to confirm they weren't part of the inventory.

Then you know about Charlie and me.

You and Charlie.

Lottie and Charlie.

Why he paid you that money you took out of the bank.

Lottie's his child, isn't she?

Yes.

Charlie and me fell in love.

We were both married.

We knew it were wrong, but neither one of us could change the fact of it.

I got pregnant with Lottie.

I knew it were Charlie's.

But my husband didn't suspect.

And Charlie's wife left him anyway.

And have you never told Lottie about it?

How could I?

Lottie loved the man she thought was her father.

And he died two years ago.

Charlie did everything he could. He found the cottage, the money I needed

Lottie's support.

And Charlie died, naming me in his will.

He did that for a lot.

My daughter.

Your husband.

What do you tell him?

I must, Peggy.

And he'll have to inform his sergeant.

But beyond that, it'll remain private.

You have my word on it.

I've not come here to be fobbed off. I want a bit of action.

We're as anxious as you define, Mr Walker.

Yeah, looks like it, don't it? You're nearly in charge, credit one. You've got

them out there looking for him. No wonder that Ray Walker's giving you the

runaround. Taking my name in vain, Greengrass?

Ah, just a man. We've been looking for you.

I heard.

We wanted an account of your whereabouts over the last couple of days, Mr

Walker. Where do you think I've been? In a health resort?

I was in hospital after a car accident two days ago.

I see.

Oh, one other question.

Did you visit Charlie Weller the night he died? Visit Charlie?

He'd have had the 12th bore out if I'd shown up on his doorstep.

You've got the wrong man.

Thank you, Mr Walker.

You're very welcome.

Lord?

Yeah, well...

Thanks very much for trying to stitch me up, Greengrass.

I'm sorry to hear about your accident, Ray, but it just goes to show you the

pins in the doll do work.

Have your little joke.

We'll see who laughs last when you show up with your nag at Wellingby.

Why don't you put your money where your chatting gear is?

Fifty quid says my horse finishes in front of yours.

You're on.

Well, if Walker isn't behind the attacks on the Weller place, who else can it

be?

Well, there is another suspect.

Someone, to quote Lottie Turner, who hates their guts.

Martin Weller.

I've been thinking about him and the allegations against Mrs Turner. It could

connected to the will, as though he's trying to discredit her chances of being

contested.

I don't see any connection between that and the attacks on the property. Well,

it'd only make sense if someone was trying to drive the Turners off the

Something Martin Weller tried to do to his uncle.

You've come here to question me about a fire and poisoning at my uncle's

property. Your feelings about the Turner family are no secret.

Oh, crime, is it?

To feel you've been cheated out of your rightful inheritance.

All I need is an account of your movement.

If it's not me, you should be hounding.

That Turner woman.

Or have you forgotten who the victim is here?

Night of the fire.

I worked late, went home, cooked some food and went to bed.

Is there anyone you know who can confirm this?

Yes. Me.

Obstructing the course of justice is a chargeable offence, Mr Weller.

And how would you define failing to investigate the murder of my uncle?

An act of kindness.

What happened?

Someone's been whispering about the Aidensfield location.

Who?

Not me, that's for sure.

We'll have to find out. Take it easy. No -one's blaming you.

Why did we have to meet here? We can't risk being seen together, Martin.

I hate everything about this.

I just want to be with you, Samantha.

We can't afford to be seen together.

Look, we stick to the plan right.

Keep the pressure on Peggy Turner.

One last push should do it.

It's all happening too fast.

Any delay will ruin it for us, Martin.

Offer Peggy whatever she wants. Do whatever you can to get her off that

property. And when she's gone, it'll be just you and me.

Anything all right using Charlie's room? Oh, yeah, it's no problem.

I think I'll probably have to buy a toothbrush in case I want to clean my

By the way, I want any of Charlie's clothes. They're all there.

You might as well have them, because I'll only be taking them to the jungle.

Thanks, Peg.

I don't think I'll ever be able to fill his boots, but I won't mind wearing one

of his caps.

When you go to the races, I think you should use Charlie's car.

I don't think they'll let your old lorry in, owners and trainer.

You're probably right.

Hello, Peggy.

What are you doing here?

I've, um... I've come to make a piece.

You'd better come in, then.

Would you mind if I had a private word with Peggy?

Strictly family business.

I'll be upstairs, Peggy.

The plague wasn't right for my uncle.

Nor is it for you, Peggy.

Why are you here?

I'm offering you a way out.

Enough money for you, Lottie, the horses.

The lot.

To buy a place of your own choosing.

Somewhere ideal for you to do, um... Oh, well.

Whatever it is you want to do here.

You have that kind of money to spend.

I have a partner willing to help me finance it.

The same offer you made your uncle.

We just want this thing settled, Peggy.

What happens if I say no?

Firstly, I contest the will, making public all I know.

Won't be pleasant.

Certainly not for Lottie.

You'll leave my daughter out of this.

Does she know about you and my uncle?

Or the real reason why my uncle's wife left him?

How do you think Lottie will cope with hearing that little number?

I'll give you a day to accept my offer.

If I don't hear from you, I'll be back to have a little chat with Lottie.

Don't bother to show me out.

Jackie! Jackie!

It has nothing to do with what you're doing.

Where did you find them? In one of Charlie's jacket pockets.

Well, thanks for that, Claude.

Oh, Oscar, that friend of yours called back.

The one from London, Mr. Blinston.

Oh, Roger.

Did he leave a message?

Yeah, the result from company's house. Oh, thanks.

He's a copper, isn't he?

He's an ex -police sergeant, like me, as it happens. How did you know?

Well, he talked exactly like you.

Who are they?

The owners of Rockwell Associates. You know, that company I got you to phone

Morning, Oscar.

Gina.

We'd like to pick your brains.

All right, then. Well, be my guest.

As part of your work on the planning committee, are you aware of any possible

large -scale developments around here?

Well, let's hear what you've got to say for it.

This is the legal contract, an option to buy the Weller farmhouse and land.

Well, it's not signed.

But it is dated.

Rockwell Associates.

You know them.

Oh, I.

If a deal like this went through, how much money would it fetch?

Well, with planning permission, how high can you count?

Hang on a minute. That's weird.

What is?

Well, Mr and Mrs Hanley, the two people who own the company.

I know one of them. So do you.

It's Samantha Nielsen. Only she never uses a married name.

So Samantha uses her influential position on the council.

To get planning permission for the well of property. Meanwhile, she and her

husband are selling it off to property developers for millions.

I'm going to enjoy this.

How much more is there?

About 20 quid, sir.

It smells dreadful. No, it usually does.

The bags are leaking. Don't talk, Dad. It's condensation, that.

Keen on having all this muck on my forecourt. I don't know what you're

about. You know what they say, where there's muck, there's money.

So you deny having anything to do with the attempted poisoning of Mrs Turner's

horse? Absolutely.

And the firing of the hay barn?

Caused by paraffin, of which an empty container was found in your garage?

Of course.

And presumably you deny visiting your uncle on the night he died?

I said all of this, eh?

You noting all this down, Bradley?

Yeah, I thought.

Excellent.

Now let's turn our attention to the matter of your uncle's murder.

We know you took this to your uncle on the night he died.

David.

What happened?

You refused to sign.

Did you kill your uncle?

Because he stood between you and the fortune you hoped to make from the sale

his property.

No. That's not true. This document proves it is. I mean, I didn't kill him.

you were there on the night. Yes.

He said he'd sign it.

He promised.

But when I took it over, he refused.

Went a blazing row and, uh... And you killed him.

No.

He was alive when I left.

I swear.

Look, all I wanted was for my uncle to be living in a place where he'd be well

looked after.

Are you sure it wasn't to gain control of his property and sell it on for a

fortune? That wasn't my idea.

You must believe me.

Whose idea was it, Mr Weller?

Samantha Nielsen?

Yeah.

When Charlie died, it wasn't a problem anymore.

I stood to inherit, didn't I?

Except he changed his will.

How could he do that to me?

Samantha told me that we should start again.

Put pressure on Peggy.

Pressure? That there's false allegations of murder, arson, even poisoning or

rape laws?

With her horse dead, there's no way Peggy would have stayed on.

She wouldn't have lost her hand.

I offered to relocate her.

But this deal was a once -in -a -lifetime chance for me and Samantha to

future together.

Samantha Nielsen denies any involvement in this.

Well, that's not true.

She claims you had an obsession about her.

That you tried to impress her with wild schemes for making money from the sale

of your uncle's property.

You're lying.

Samantha and I are in love with each other.

We planned to get married after the deal went through.

That'll come as news to her husband.

Or you didn't know she was married.

It is true.

And happily, according to them.

They both own Rockwell Associates. You know, the company named in this option

agreement. And which stood to benefit most from the deal.

She's played you for a sucker, Martin.

Hey, where'd you pinch the outfit, Greengrass?

I didn't. Even if I did, it's got nothing to do with you.

Don't forget to bring your money round after the race, Claude. Then pigs might,

Raymond.

Get your red rubber, premium grade rose food here.

Get your rose food here.

Bob a bag.

I'll stop flying.

That's what diabolical is, that smell. You shouldn't be selling it. I'm

it's next to that smell. Don't blame me. See him. Absolutely. You don't like it?

I'm going to.

It's lovely bags of rose food.

Bob a bag.

Oh, Martin.

He wasn't very bright, you know.

Well, you're too clever by half.

They won't find anything to incriminate me in my office. Oh, I know.

Sergeant Craddock's been through it with a fine tooth comb.

Thank you for arranging my invitation here.

I'll return the favour one day. But not as a council employee.

You just committed, what did you call it, professional suicide.

And after your husband's company, just think of the fun the press will have

exposing that.

Samantha.

So, Charlie's death was an accident after all.

Things were out with Martin, must have brought on a heart attack.

Well, somebody ought to tell Peggy. Well, my shift finished half an hour

Sarge. Yes.

Off to the races with you, Bradley.

Oh, and Bradley, one pound on Red Rover for me?

On the nose.

Right, Sarge.

Line up. Better be here.

We'd better hurry up. We're going down to the docks. Oh!

Captain! Hi, hi. I'll tell you in a minute. I've just got to put a bet on.

Oh, there's Red Rover!

Where? Red Rover, blue shirt, smelling of white pig.

All right, jockeys, line up!

Now look at you, put on your socks and you're like, have you got any?

You don't get no nada.

The officers say you can record helping shift it.

Not this way.

Heartbeat, why doesn't love just stay in my memory?