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

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

You blasted piece of machinery.

Is that not good, Mrs Barton?

Problems? No.

It's just what... Well, it won't start.

Don't worry, Mrs Barton. We'll sort you
out.

Oh, I hope so.

I've delayed David enough already.

I know you haven't, Mrs Brown.

Kindness in self, this lad, you know.

Always offering to help me.

Doesn't Jed Harrison help you out any
more?

Well, I thought he was better off left
at the farm today.

The mood he's in.

Right.

What's that?

Copper!

Keep going!

They'll never recognise us!

Legal.

Yes, sir, we have one special to happen
today.

Well, we have a full complement at the
moment, but if other recruits do become

available, we could look at thinning out
some of the dead wood. Yes, indeed,

sir.

Indeed, I will.

Goodbye.

It had Ted's rod painted on the back.
But it doesn't give away anything.

So if you see it... Well, you're more
likely to find it out your way.

Not today.

The product wants me to finish this lot
off. Look, how are you expecting me to

do this and train the new special? I do
not know.

I can do that for you, Mike.

Sarge, Mike's got an awful lot of
paperwork.

I can take this special round today.

Haven't you got anything else on?

Oh, only a statement at the hospital
from a drunk.

Oh, well, in that case... My experience
and wealth of local knowledge will be of

invaluable help to him and probably get
him on the beat quicker.

Well, I do have a lot of work on, sir.

Oh, very well.

Mr. Emily, if you'd like to come
through, please.

There's no need for your helmet.

Right, this is your warrant card. It
allows you the same powers as any

police officer and the same
responsibility towards members of the

Right, I'll leave you with PC Ventress.

Try not to get into any bad habits, will
you?

Right, Sarge.

What's this?

What's this?

That is the road to riches, dear brother
of mine.

Ashfordly to Aidensfield in 17 minutes,
28 seconds.

That would be in a time trial we'd have
been quizzing.

Is there a point to all this?

The point is, Bernard, you're going to
build one of these and I am going to

it. There's mummy in it. Look.

What's that?

Yorkshire Underground Press.

I'm not getting involved in anything
subversive. It's not subversive,

It's mostly vegetarian restaurants.

But look, trans -Pennine time trial.

Prize, £100.

We're going in for that.

We haven't got a car.

Bernard, we have... Got a car.

You're racing, then?

What's your side bet?

I thought you'd never ask. How much?

You're right.

I thought I was.

You're going to have to take it easy.

Well, it's a bit difficult with a pub to
run and Oscar away at Weatherby. Well,

no more lifting heavy beer crates.

Well, I would have waited for Dr Hunter
to come back over the holiday, but...

Don't worry about it. We're getting all
his patients.

His locum went down with flu.

Are all those sick people breathing over
him?

Probably. I'll hope they get another one
sorted out sharpish. It's a bit of a

trek for everyone to get to Ashfordly.

There you go.

But I'm afraid rest is the only cure for
a pulled muscle.

Thanks, Doctor.

Ta -ra now. Ta -ra.

I'll be about ten minutes. I need to get
a statement from someone in here.

Um, wouldn't I come and see how it's
done?

Yeah, okay.

Everything helps, I suppose.

Yet it is All my troubles seem so far
away

Now it looks as though they're here to
stay

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

I'm not the one I used to be.

There's a shadow.

Shift over, shift over. Come on, you'll
be sad. Shift over.

There's your thing.

Jed?

Oh, Jed, where have you got to?

Oh, talking to me now, are we?

I've had a day of it, Jed. You and me
both.

I shouldn't have shouted at you.

I must still be upset about last night.
Oh, don't tell me. Somebody were here in

the night.

Well, it's true.

If you say so.

You been here a long time, Constable
Ventress?

22 years.

Right.

Only to stay, Constable, did you?

That farm up there belongs to Mrs
Barton.

She's reported several attempted break
-ins. There's nothing there to steal.

Well, that's criminals for you.

So, what are you going to do?

Well, I think the harvest will be good
this year.

What good is that?

I'm only saying.

Well, you should have written poetry.

Oh, you don't need to be like that.

I'm sorry, but half the time it don't
make sense.

You don't listen. We're in a pretty
serious mess here. Well, I'm trying my

You say you've no money, but you're in
the pub often enough.

Well, it's the only pleasure I get. I
don't even get that.

Well, you don't drink.

That's not the point.

I can't talk to you, woman.

When are you going to wake up?

I don't think just selling the horse is
going to solve problems at the farm,

Anthony.

Well, what else can I do? I've got Jed
to consider.

Auntie?

No, Auntie's not.

But ever since your Uncle Albert died,
he's been a very loyal friend to me.

That's all very well, but you know what
I think?

You can't manage that place anymore.

Oh, I know exactly what you think.

But I'm not leaving me home.

Now, when you're on night, just check
the doors.

Yes, Father. Check the doors.

OK, Gina.

Fine, thanks, Alf.

Gina. Hiya, Tricia.

Taking my advice, I hope, no heavy
lifting, remember?

Yeah, I'm just getting some bits and
bobs here.

Well, you must be mad.

How on earth will you win with this
engine?

For once, Bernard, I agree with you.

Oh.

But with this one... ..we can't lose.

Ed?

Was that you?

Who is it?

There's nothing here to pinch.

Oh, please don't frighten me.

Hello?

Gander, it's me.

Can you come over, please?

Look, I've hurt my arm.

You have been in the wars.

Aye, well, I was seen to the horse and
it slashed out at me.

She worries more about their horse than
herself.

I have to worry about it. You've been
lucky, Mrs Barton, there's no lasting

damage. But you should take more care of
yourself.

She's heard it all before.

She won't listen.

Oh, Glenda, stop your fretting.

It's not like it happens every day.

Not every day, no, but... Aye, well,
there you are, then.

Right, can I go now, then, Doctor?

Gina's pregnant.

Well, how do you know, Alf?

When I saw her at the hospital coming
out of the maternity unit.

And then I saw that Dr Somerby patting
her there when she was carrying some

shopping.

That'll explain why Phil's been so moody
lately.

How could they please?

David...

David, stay exactly where you are.

We're on our way.

I wasn't driving fast. He just went.
Calm down, David. It'll be all right.

be okay.

Is the animal alive?

Barely. There's a lot of blood.

He must have taken the corner too fast.

He's normally such a steady driver.

Nothing very steady about this, is
there?

The tow truck's on its way, Sarge.

Good work. Excellent.

Road's blocked. Turn round and go the
other way.

That's the vet.

OK, go through.

There's nothing wrong with a little bit
of enthusiasm, Constable Ventress.

How much do you get for these call
-outs?

Depends.

Well, how much do you ask?

It depends.

Oh, Bernard, you're not much of a
businessman, are you?

It's a good job we're going to earn a
few quid once we get this hot rod up and

running.

Peggy Barton's Land Rover, isn't it, Al?
Yes, it is.

You'd better wait here for a few
minutes. The vet's going to put the

Oh, Lord, that's a shame.

Only serviced that Land Rover the other
week.

Well, I wouldn't mention that out loud,
Bernard.

I'm Glenda Marriott, Mrs Barton.

Whatever have you done, Aunty?

We've had a bit of an accident.

What? You shouldn't be driving.

And Mrs. Barton wasn't driving. David
was driving.

Oh, I see.

They've had to put the horse down.

Oh, aren't they?

You can't go on like this.

Where's Jed?

Oh, he's about.

Probably in the barn.

In the pub, more like.

I'm worried about her.

She tells me she keeps hearing someone
creeping around late at night. In a way,

I hope it's true.

I mean, at least that means she's not
losing her mind.

Thank you.

They just told me about the crash.

Where on earth were you sending that
cob?

Where do you think I was sending it?

I had to try and get your money from
somewhere.

Yeah, and how long would that money have
lasted?

Take more than that to solve your
problems?

Well, at least I could have given you
what I owe you.

And then what?

You'd be back where you started.

Well, there's things I could do.

An auction, for one.

There's plenty for me to sell.

I'm just not getting through to you, my
Peggy. I've stuck by you for years, now

to show for it, and... Oh, what's the
use?

Hello?

Hello?

Bernie?

Is Bernie about?

No, not at the moment.

Oh. Right, well, thanks.

Look, while I'm here, I was just
wondering, do you know anything about

-up cars, hot rods, that sort of thing?

Hot rods?

No.

They started in America.

One came from the direction of Ashfordly
the other day going like a bat out of

hell.

And you think it started in America?

Is your head?

Who is it?

Hello?

Answer me.

Between you and me, Sergeant Craddock, I
don't think there was anybody creeping

round.

I mean, it's not the first time she's
had police around, is it? There haven't

been one or two false alarms yet.

That's right, and she might be going,
you know... And now, firing off a

I'm at my wits' end to know what to do
for the best.

It's a worry.

But she does have Jed Harrison to help
her.

It's hardly a comfort.

He's not exactly the reliable type.

We don't normally patrol private
property, but I'll get an officer to

eye on the place just in case.

I'm sure there's no need.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Andres, do you know this Jed Harrison?

I know of him.

What's he like?

He's a funny old stick.

He likes a drink, but I don't think he'd
threaten her. What reason would he

have?

She wants me out, you know.

Who does?

My niece, Glenda.

She's only concerned for you, that's
all.

I didn't just imagine there was somebody
here, did I?

No. You do hear strange sounds in old
houses.

Mike!

Look, I'd better go. Excuse me.

She didn't imagine it.

Someone was here.

Sarge!

What is it?

Looks like someone did break in.

Lucky for them, they're not full of
shot.

Well, I tell you, we'd better take Mrs
Barton's shotgun away.

I was only defending myself.

Of course you were.

You know, I'm thinking, do you ever
wonder what you might have done if you

came to Abensfield?

Well, I wouldn't have met you.

But you wouldn't be working in a pub
either, would you?

No, probably not.

Is there anything else you would have
done?

Oh, I don't know.

One of the pearls.

Yeah,

some people might think my job's great.

People like Alf. Yeah.

Well, it is from his side of the bar.

Would you give it up?

No. I don't think I would.

If Mrs Barton wasn't imagining things,
she could actually have had a problem.

This Harrison chap that you know.

He's around there the whole day. Why
should he break in?

She owes him his wages, doesn't she?

And he's conveniently disappeared.

And if it was him, he could well be
wounded.

Ventress, see if you can find him, will
you?

Should I try all the local hostelry,
sir?

No, Ventress, you should not. If he's
not at his place, I would suggest a

wounded man might seek medical
attention.

The hospital, Sarge?

Exactly, Special Constable Emney.

I'm glad to see I'm not completely
wasting my time. Now get on with it,

you?

Sarge.

It is a very serious step to take, Mrs
Marriott.

And the aunt's a danger to herself, and
she won't let anyone help her.

She can't go on living in that
farmhouse. It's falling apart around

Well, if a doctor agrees that your aunt
is a danger to herself and to others,

she can be taken into hospital for
observation.

What else can I do?

I know she loves that place, but if
anything happened to her, I'd never be

to forgive myself.

Jed Harrison, are you there?

Jed?

Oh, he's just coming to see you. Oh,
yeah? What about it?

This is Barton's Land Rover.

Yeah, I finished checking it over.

Notice anything unusual?

No, I only serviced it last week.

But I thought the steering was faulty.

Well, not when it left here.

I put a new steering track rod end on.

Just go away, will you? And they were in
working order?

Yeah, I double -checked everything.

So something must have gone wrong with
it after it left you.

Well, what's it done?

Well, I can't imagine what.

Unless somebody else messed about with
it.

I was going down over the dip, and it
wouldn't turn, so I just ended up in a

ditch.

When did you volunteer to drive it,
David?

Young Mrs Barton's hurt her arm, so she
can't drive.

And Jed, he wasn't there.

So that would have been yesterday
morning?

No, yesterday morning.

So as far as anybody knew... Mrs Barton
was going to drive the Land Rover.

Looks like someone wanted her out of the
way.

I think we know who that someone might
be.

Phil, there's no sign of him. I've
checked inside and all his belongings

there. So, he'll probably come back.

Yes, I should think so.

Anyway, I'm off to the hospital now.

Let Craddock know, will you?

Step out of the vehicle, please, sir.

Sorry,

I was only... Special Constable Lemley.

Now, we've had reports of a speeding
vehicle in the area that matches the

description of this.

I imagine you might know something about
that, eh?

I'm sorry, no, I didn't... I wasn't...
I'm really sorry, but...

Well, I'll be reporting this, you can
bet on that. There's something fully

on here.

You've not heard the last of this.

I need to use your telephone. Urgent
police business.

Pardon? I think you heard me. I'm a
police officer. I need to use your

telephone. Well, I'm very sorry,
officer, but the pub's closed.

Oi! How do you think you're going?

You're not going to be ready to race,
are you?

Don't bet on it.

I thought that's what we were doing.

Betting on it.

Absolutely right.

What did we say again?

Fifteen to one against you doing a
running under.

Seventeen minutes.

I think I'll have a tenner's worth of
that at those odds.

It's on.

I forgot to mention, I've got a new
engine!

A bit quicker, we could have affected an
arrest.

I'm sure Constable Bellamy got there as
fast as he could.

Well, I called him from the Aynesfield
Arms, but he was just too late.

Right, thank you, Emily.

I mean, I'm not blaming him or anything.

What have you been saying about me? Just
giving my report.

Report? Just because your car's special
doesn't make you special. And don't go

throwing your weight around in the
Aidensfield Arms. Hey, keep it down.

That was unofficial business.

Yeah? Well, it doesn't give you the
excuse for bad manners. What's going on?

Constable Bellamy's telling me off,
Sarge.

Because I needed to use the telephone in
the Aidensfield Arms and his...

Girlfriend got upset.

Gina said special constable Emney seemed
a bit, well, abrupt, Sarge.

Urgency, Bellamy. It doesn't always
allow for social niceties.

You would do as well to remember that.

Are you certain she's pregnant?

I think so.

Well, I'm amazed Gina hasn't said no.

Well, maybe they want to make the
announcement together.

Where are you off to?

I'm just going over to Mrs. Barnes.

Sorry. If she's okay.

Well, I wonder if Glenda's there. I
think she's quite concerned.

She thinks her aunt's a bit mad.

She might have a point.

I think she's trying to get her away
from the farm for her own safety.

Do you really think that's necessary?

Well, there aren't many alternatives.

I actually feel sorry for Glenda. She's
damned if she doesn't do anything and

damned if she does.

At least Mrs. Barnes got someone to look
out for her. Making sure she'll be

included in the will, you mean?

Well, she's not. She gets nothing.

I should know. I drew it up.

Well, who does?

I'm not supposed to say, Mike.

Jed Harrison.

He gets the lot.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Thanks a lot. Thanks very much.

You know,

Peggy.

I do, please.

Get what?

I'll ask you again, lad. Give us your
name.

What do you think you're playing at?

I believe these to be underage drinkers
without proof of ID and I'm about to ask

them to vacate the premises.

They're not underage!

Well, I believe they are. And you, young
lady, could be held responsible and

have your licence removed.

Name? That's enough, Harold.

Don't you think?

I think you'll find I have everything
under control, Constable.

Right, get off my arms.

Come on, out!

What you been playing at?

I know it wasn't your fault.

Just let me deal with it in my own way.

This is it. The moment of truth.

Is she made of the right stuff?

Look, Bernard, I'll wait here.

Bernard, we're in this together.

Hang on to your hat. It's going to be a
bumpy ride.

I want to get out!

Jed Harrison?

You've got some explaining to do.

So can you explain yourself, Mr.
Harrison?

I told you!

I was trying to put the fire out, not
start it. Why would I do something like

that? That's what we'd like to know.

How did you hurt your hand?

I work on a farm, don't I?

Can you tell us where you have been for
the last couple of days? And why should

I? Because, Mr. Harrison, in case it has
escaped your notice... We are

investigating a number of serious
incidents relating to your employer.

So what exactly are you proposing?

Sectioning her? I don't know.

I think Mrs. Merritt is trying to figure
out what's best for her aunt. I'm

really not sure how I can help.

Could you go and see her at the farm?

It's just that she trusts you.

But I'm not qualified to carry out that
sort of examination.

Well, perhaps in an unofficial capacity?

I'd really appreciate it if you could
help, Doctor.

Because if she's as feeble as I think,
then I'm going to have to face up to the

consequences.

It seems curious to me that you were
conveniently unavailable to drive Mrs

Barton's Land Rover on the day of the
crash.

It's not curious about it.

So where were you?

Oh, in my van.

Well, I'd had a few and I fell asleep.
You're not going to lock me up for that,

are you?

No.

But we know now that Mrs Barton's Land
Rover had been interfered with.

What do you mean?

Someone had tampered with the steering.

And?

And I think you should realise how
serious this looks.

You had the opportunity to do it. And
it's common knowledge that your

relationship with Mrs Barton was not
exactly what you'd call trouble -free.

What do you know about her and me?

Anyway, that don't prove anything.

And I suppose you don't know anything
about the break -in and the farm either.

Oh, I don't. Why would I break into the
farm? I worked there.

Someone has been trying to frighten Mrs
Barton.

And we now have reason to believe that
her life is in danger.

I mean, someone wants her dead.

You think I'd do that?

You think I'd kill Peggy? Mr. Harrison,
please, please, just sit down.

Sure. You can't deny that you would
gain.

We all know what we're talking about.

You are the sole beneficiary if Mrs
Barton dies.

Sole beneficiary?

Well, sir, the first I've heard of that.

If she dies, you get everything. A
pretty strong motive, don't you think?

Well, it would be if it were true.

What do you expect us to think? You
can't even tell us where you've been.

Mr Harrison, you need to think very
carefully about this.

If you can't provide us with a firm
alibi, you will be facing very serious

charges.

I were drunk, weren't I? What, for two
days?

Aye, for two days.

That's the landlord of the black dog.

You wouldn't have forgotten me, not with
the slate I run up.

It's my niece, isn't it?

She's behind all this.

She's just confirmed.

She thinks I shouldn't be here. That's
what all this is about.

You want to take me away.

Come on, Auntie.

No one wants to force you into anything.

Isn't that right, Doctor?

Absolutely. And you're right to ask me
to come over here.

As long as she looks after herself and
she's got you to keep an eye on her, I

don't see any reason for major concern.

Delta Alpha 2 -3 for control, over.

Go ahead, Phil.

Yeah, tell Craddock Harrison checks out.

Landlord confirmed his story, over.

Yeah, well, if you ask me, it's Glenda
Marriott you should be talking to. Why

that, then? Well, I always thought she'd
inherit the farm. I think she thought

so, too, and maybe she got tired of
waiting. Yes, well, we'll be continuing

inquiries, Mr Harrison, but in the
meantime... What?

Try and throw up the drink.

I had occasion to check for underage
drinkers in the Aidensfield Arms. There

weren't any underage drinkers. If
there'd been a baffle of teenagers,

looked the other way. What do you mean
by that?

We all know your reasons for protecting
that pub.

Listen, you little... That is enough!

Constable Bellamy, I can hardly believe
your behaviour.

An officer of your experience
manhandling a fellow officer in a public

And as for you, Special Constable
Emney...

I can only assume that Constable Bellamy
was provoked in order to act as he did.

I was only doing my job to the best of
my capabilities.

So you believe your actions were
justified?

In my judgment, yes, Sgt.

Sgt. Sgt.

You have not been in this job long
enough to make such a judgment.

That concludes today's sale, ladies and
gentlemen. Thank you very much.

And I can pay Jed.

And come spring, I'll let the top head
up.

So, like the doctor said, you can stop
worrying about me. Not bad, Mrs Barton,

considering. Oh, thank you, Mr Whiteley.
That's just what I needed.

Right. I should leave you to it, then.

Oh, hello, Constable.

Wasn't expecting you.

Well, I've actually come to see Mrs
Marion, if that's all right. Have you

minute? Certainly.

As you know...

We've been investigating the incidents
that have taken place here over the last

couple of days. Oh, Mrs Barton.

I thought you'd arrested Jed Harrison.

We relieved Mr Harrison earlier today
and are exploring other possibilities.

Well, I don't see how I can help.

Who else could it possibly be?

Jed Harrison's been trying to worm his
way into our good books for years.

But he has stuck by her, though, and
that must be of some comfort to you. I

can't believe she's taken him by him.

After all, he's not even family.

So you think she'd be better off away
from him?

Him and this farm.

I mean, look at the state of this place.

She's let it go to ruck and ruin.

And Mrs Barton doesn't take your advice?
No.

And she knows I'd make a better first of
it than she ever would.

Report of an illegal road race.

Where and when?

Hawthorne Road, any time now.

Who was that on the phone?

Oh, I'm not sure, Sarge. Right, all
right, but let's get out there.

Won't Mr. Vernon get into trouble, Mr.
Scripps?

He'd rather he got into trouble than end
up in one of my coffins.

Why?

And don't you go telling him I told them
about it.

Why not?

Because then I'd be in trouble.

Big trouble.

Oh, we're just coming round, Peggy. Hey,
come on in, lads. All right.

You sit down there.

That's a ticket.

Right.

Over here.

They took you away? What on earth did
they say to you?

Would you believe they thought I was
trying to do away with you?

Oh, Jed, as if you'd do a thing like
that.

That's just daft.

Once they heard about me being left
everything in your will.

You weren't meant to find out.

Why would you go and do something like
that?

Because, Jed Harrison, you've been a
true friend to me.

Where did you get that?

I had an auction.

Told you I was going to.

And there were me thinking you'd not go
through with it. I shouldn't have

doubted you.

Well, it doesn't matter now.

Will you come back?

I've got no choice, ever.

I was thinking you could come and stay
with me at the farm.

There's plenty of room.

Oh, well... Maybe

I could.

First to stand and be caught to arrive
in under 17 minutes wins.

Go Johnny, go, go, go!

Is this your car, sir?

16 minutes and 48 seconds.

Yeah!

That lot's sorted out.

All five charged with dangerous drive.

How do you stop them?

Oh, you know, Alf.

Experienced officer.

Calm in the face of danger.

Good work, Bellamy. Well done.

Now, one of them's probably on foot. We
found a burnt -out vehicle at Stanisbury

Quarry, so let's find him and bring him
in.

Yes, Sarge.

Mr Scripps.

That's me.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Oh.

These are hot rod racing fellas.

Friends of yours, are they?

Mm -hm.

I'm sorry to hear you had trouble with
our new special last night.

Well, I didn't recognise my racing
uniform.

Well, if you'd asked me, Alf, the sooner
he cleared out of here, the better. Oh,

I couldn't agree with you more.

Mind you, he didn't have it easy at
home, you know.

What, with his dad walking out on him
when he was a baby and his stepdad doing

the same thing?

Well, maybe that's the reason he turned
out the way he has. Yeah.

I don't know how Glenda got it so wrong.

Glenda?

Glenda Marriott.

I think you still get it by that name.

Glenda must be relieved that Mrs.
Barton's well on a farm.

She didn't feed us, Liz.

Why did you say that?

Well, if you ask me, Linda Marriott
seems to think she's got a right to the

place.

Aidensfield Police.

Yeah?

Right.

OK, I'll meet you over there.

Alf just found out that Glenda hasn't
been telling us everything.

It turns out that Harold Emney is her
son.

Nice bike.

Hey, kids.

Leave that bike alone.

I were brought up on that farm.

That's what it used to be like.

She's not fit to live there.

She never lifted a finger when me uncle
were alive, and for 20 years she's let

it fall to pieces.

Why didn't you tell us Harold Emney was
your son, Mrs Marriott?

We were investigating an attempted
murder.

He never said a word.

Mrs Marriott?

Not his fault, you know.

What's he done?

He never meant to hurt her. You were
thinking of me.

You've got to tell us the truth, Glenda,
before he goes too far.

We just wanted what we should have had
all along.

She got everything when my uncle died,
and look what she's done.

He was wasted on her.

Do you know where he is now?

Who's there?

Harold? What are you doing snooping
about?

How did you get in?

It can't go on, you know.

Mum's had enough.

It's either her or you, Auntie.

Mum's worked hard.

All her life.

What's she got to show for it?

Nothing.

It's not very fair, is it?

Is it? Oh, what are you doing?

I think I heard something outside.

No. Perhaps it's one of your noises.

No. Harold.

We should go and check it out together.

No. No.

Anything could happen to you after you.

You could fall down these stairs. Oh,
no. Brilliant, even.

Now, now, go!

Hey!

This is bad!

It's all right.

I've got him. You're nicked, Harrison.

Let him go.

Don't worry. This is your man. This is
your prowler.

You're not fooling anyone, Emily. Do as
we say.

We know everything, Harold. We've been
to see your mother.

Scotch, please, Peter. I'll make it a
large one.

Mr Bennett?

Oh, I've been on the phone.

Well done.

Yeah, about an engine.

Don't mention engines, David. I'm not in
the mood.

Oh, no, no, it's about an engine for a
rover that you said that you would

recondition. Anyway, he's coming over.

Who is?

The bloke about the engine, Mr Langford.

No time for that.

We're off.

Michael, I was thinking that we'd meet
him here.

Just leave the thinking to me, will you?

Come on.

What?

You should have told me first.

Oh.

And who told you?

Can't lift anything heavy for a while, I
thought.

It's only a pulled muscle.

Oh, what did you think it was?

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

Why does that allow a kid to paint my
memory?