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

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

Excuse me, mate.

Yeah. I'd watch that kid out there if I
were you. Eh?

Hey!

Hurry up, Gary.

See you, Jack.

That problem's a burden.

From somebody who should have known
better than play me a poker, David, and

ended up having to walk home.

What are you going to do? Are you going
to flog it?

Flog it?

David, what you are looking at here is
just the first of many.

In years to come, people will say, do
you know he started out with just one

look at him now.

The proud owner of Yorkshire's biggest
taxi firm.

All right.

You've got a proper driving licence,
haven't you?

Oh, yeah.

Is it clean?

Oh, yeah.

Well, it's clean -ish.

You come from round here originally,
Miss Fairley?

Oh, about a thousand years ago, before I
went to London to seek my fortune.

Well, did you find it?

Would I have moved back here, do you
think, if I had?

Right.

There you go then, love. All yours.

Thanks. Now, you do know it's a party
line, don't you? Which means I'll be

sharing. That's right, with the people
just down the lane. Right. Thanks very

much. Thank you.

Bye -bye. Bye -bye.

My grandmother would never use a
telephone in case she got electrocuted.

David, when your grandmother was around,
they were still sending Christmas cards

by carrier pigeon.

Well, go on.

Ring somebody.

Like who?

Well, you must know somebody with a
telephone.

Well, if all else fails, use the
speaking clock.

Speaking clock?

Never mind.

I'll ring somebody.

Who are you going to call?

Well, Bernard, for a start. Give him the
number.

Hang on, there's somebody on this line.

Oh, yeah, that'll be the lady from down
the lane. Yeah, she was on early when I

picked it up.

Was she?

Well, I hope she's not planning on
making a habit of it.

We're going to need this line to take
all our bookings.

Phil,

I'm sorry, but I really don't see the
point on it.

You said you'd sleep on it. And I have.

But I still don't feel any difference.

All right.

You can spare us the morse code.

We do speak English around here, you
know.

Two pints, a bit of love and a vodka and
orange.

And how old are you?

Old enough.

Would you rather come out the back and
I'll prove it to you? I'm not quite old

enough. Not for another six months at
least.

So to avoid further disappointment, I
suggest you just leave.

If I don't?

You heard him up it.

And who are you? Wyatt Hurt?

Yeah, that's right.

And this, this is my tin star.

Now, I've asked you nicely, but if you
want to do things the hard way, well, it

doesn't bother me.

Sorry.

Go on.

Thanks, Bill.

What do you want, Jack?

Come to read the meter, haven't I?

So, where is she?

Who?

Rita Raworth, of course. Who else?

I don't know.

I don't believe you.

Look, all I've got is a telephone
number.

So give it to me.

Where's your ex, Aidensfield?

Well, how would I know?

Told you we wouldn't get third.

So, got it right for once?

First time for everything, eh, Gail?

Could have served it, though. I'm
dinking on Lord.

Don't worry, Gail, love.

We'll be sorry.

No one does that to me and gets away
with it.

Morning, Mr. Blackton. Morning, Billy.

Sleeping again, did you?

Good morning, dear brother.

You reckon?

What have you done to your hand?

Cardo. Could have been worse. Could have
been a coughing lid.

It's not funny, Vernon. They're
extremely painful and those are very

inconvenient.

Oh, I can see that.

A one -armed mechanic is about as much
use as two men off sick.

Come outside.

I've got something to show you.

Ta -da!

Where'd you get this old banger from?

Old banger?

This is a 1950 Vauxhall Wyvern with
column change and independent front

suspension. Not to mention six inches of
rust and a clapped -out clutch, I'll

bet. Bernard, this car is destined to
become the queen of our fleet.

Our fleet? Of taxis.

Let me ask you a question, Bernard.

How are all the world's great fortunes
made?

Usually by robbing banks, in my
experience.

By identifying a gap in the market and
filling it. And I have identified such a

gap around here. A crying need for a
decent taxi service.

A need that we are about to start
addressing.

You might be, I'm not. I'm making a
perfectly good living burying people,

ferrying them about, thanks very much.

Well, have a look underneath it for me.

Yeah, well, I don't mind doing that, I
suppose.

So you're not interested in becoming a
partner, like?

Not particularly.

You know your trouble, Bernard.

You've got no imagination.

You need more than imagination to make
any money out of that at two miles to

gallon.

So, one way or another, you ended up
with more than your spirits being

eh?

If that's what passes for wit these
days, Ventress, I don't think it's

appropriate. Sorry, Sarge.

Not as sorry as I am.

The upholstery in my car is completely
ruined.

And the carpet.

Yeah, but who'd want to put a stunt like
that?

Well, I did have one thought.

Do you remember those kids we had
trouble with in the bar last night,

You think they may have done it? Well,
that particular kid has been in trouble

ever since his mother died.

You know him?

Oh, I. And his father.

Very north, Alf.

The second -hand car dealer.

And young Gareth is his only son and a
right little so -and -so, he isn't all.

He seems to think that because his dad
is worth a bob or two, all he has to do

is snap his fingers and the world will
come running.

Not the type that take kindly to being
refused a drink, then?

Hardly. Well, it's certainly worth
looking into.

Bradley, Bellamy?

Until last night?

It'd be a pleasure.

Morning, madam. Can I help you?

My name's Bateson. Mrs, that is. Mrs
Bateson. And I've come to arrange my

husband's funeral.

Oh, I see.

On behalf of the firm, if I could offer
heartiest condolences.

Thank you.

Now, we want a nice coffin for him.

Of course.

I've got some brochures here.

If you'd like to take them with you and
have a look. Oh, no, that won't be

necessary. Sidney!

Now, you go over there, dear, and choose
something suitable, and I'll make the

arrangements with Mr Scripps here.

Yes, dear.

Just the one car I think most of our
friends are already having passed over,

see. Right.

Although I can't help noticing that Mr.
Bateson hasn't yet... Well, one has to

be prepared.

Well, you've had some bad news then,
have you?

It was in the leaves, you see.

The leaves?

The tea leaves.

Ah.

And now then, dear, what have you found
for yourself?

Gareth North.

Hi, that's me.

P .P. Mike Bradley, Aidensfield Police.
You've met P .C. Bellamy here, I

believe.

Where were you last night, Gareth, after
you left the Aidensfield Arms?

At home with my girlfriend in my
bedroom.

With you all night, was she?

I've left my side, officer.

Some sort of problem, isn't it?

Someone vandalised Oscar Blaketon's car
outside the Aidensfield Arms last night.

We've reason to believe your son might
know something about it.

Oh, aye?

And why is that?

Well, he was in the pub earlier and was
asked to leave.

And did he leave?

Well, yes, after giving me some lip.

So because he refused a drink, you think
he came back later and did this car

over? No, we're just trying to ascertain
his whereabouts. At the time, that's

all, Mr North.

And have you?

For now, yes.

Well, that's that, then.

Will there be anything else?

I don't think so.

In that case, I bid you good day,
gentlemen.

Do you know what about it?

Of course not.

Mind you, I heard what happened.

No? Someone filled his car with water.

What? Right up to the windows.

Just stay out of public houses in
future, all right?

Yes, Dad.

So Harry sent you all for the flea in
your ear, did he?

You know him?

Yeah, he's a client of mine. Yeah,
what's he like?

Well, he's draped with the dye, really.

for a second -hand car sale at Manila.

Actually, I feel quite sorry for him.

Oh, how come?

Well, you know his wife was killed in a
car crash a few years ago?

Yes, yes, I heard.

Well, Harry's always blamed himself for
what happened since he was driving at

the time.

Has he any recently?

No, he hasn't been drinking.

And there's not a lot you can do when
one of your front tyres goes at 70 miles

an hour.

I think he felt most guilty about the
fact that he came out of it without so

much as a scratch himself.

Since when, of course, he's devoted his
entire life to young Gareth.

Well, that explains a lot, I'd say.

Oh? Well, not least why the boy's
spoiled rotten.

You think it was definitely Gareth who
did it?

No, Phil seems to think so.

Yeah, well, from what you've told me,
Phil isn't exactly in a particularly

-balanced state of mind just at present.

Well, well, if it isn't the scarlet pin,
Penel. Come again?

I had a booking for you. Take this bloke
to the airport.

Only I turned it over to somebody else.

Well, why didn't you ring us?

Because you've been engaged all the
time. You're never off that phone of

The problem being, getting on the
flaming thing.

Hello?

David, you're going to have to go round
and have a word with her.

What, me, Mr Vernon?

And explain to her the reason they call
it a party line is because two parties

use it. And if she wouldn't mind, this
party would like to have a go,

occasionally.

Wouldn't it be better if you went and
had a word with her?

The line's in your name, David.

Go on, off you go.

What, now?

David, for all we know, Bernard might be
trying to get through to us putting

work our way. Only he can't, because
she's yacking away as usual.

All right, then.

Excuse me, darling.

You wouldn't happen to know that lady,
would you?

Never seen her in Eden, I'm afraid.

Only I've been abroad for a while and
never watched strong on the old keeping

touch.

In fact, when I got back to London
recently and tried to look a few people

found most of them were dead.

What a shame.

All except me sister Edith, who I was
told had moved up here.

Well, I'm sorry I can't help you.

But Mr Blaketon might be able to.

Mr Blaketon? Yeah.

He's the owner of this place.

He goes back a lot further than I do.

Is he around?

Nobody will be later.

In that case... I'd better have another
one, wouldn't I?

Oh, hello.

I'm David.

From down the road at Mr Greengrass's
place. Oh, I see.

Perfect timing, then.

Pardon? I just made a fresh pot of tea,
so you'd better come in, hadn't you?

Seeing as you're the first human face
I've seen all day.

We're neighbours.

We seem so, yes.

I don't know. It's sold locally, I'm
afraid. In fact, thank heavens for the

phone. That's what I say. If it wasn't
for that, I should probably be talking

the wallpaper by now.

In fact, we share the same line, don't
we?

I think we do, don't we? Oh, dear.

I hope I haven't been hogging it. Only
when I get started, I don't half go on.

No, of course not, no.

Are you sure about that?

Positive, yes.

Another time.

I wouldn't say no.

Thank you.

No, no, no. You feel free to use that
telephone as much as you like, Mrs

Fairley. Well, to be honest, we don't
use it that much.

Oh, well, that's all right.

And it's Edith.

Please.

Well, have you tried directory
inquiries?

No, they won't give you addresses of all
you've got to the number.

Well, why don't you swing her up?

Well, that would spoil the surprise,
wouldn't it?

I want to see the look on her face when
she opens the door and sees me standing

there. Right, well, I'll make some
inquiries locally and get back to you.

I'll appreciate that.

Well, you saw her?

Oh, aye.

And?

Well, I think she could tell straight
away that I wasn't going to tell any

nonsense.

Yeah, well, I've left nothing short I
can show you, Mr Vernon.

I'm glad to hear it, David.

Very glad.

Right, the woman's name is Edith
Fairley.

I'll get on to it first thing in the
morning. All right?

Right, thanks.

Oh, there's just one thing that's been
bugging me.

It struck me as odd that he wouldn't
just...

Ring her up himself.

Maybe he wanted to surprise her.

That's what he said.

Well, do you want me to find out or not?

Oh, yes, of course I do.

Well, I'll call you tomorrow.

All right.

Thanks, Alf.

Are you sure about this, Gareth?

Don't you worry.

You just keep the engine running.

It's not right.

Satan's gonna see you run from the
light. Satan's gonna see you run from

light. Satan's gonna see you fall on
that thing. And I don't back.

The devil's gonna hear you. Don't make a
sound. The devil's gonna hear you.

Don't make a sound. The devil's gonna
hear you fall on that thing.

Go,

go.

Aidensfield Police.

And when was it, sir?

Okay, I'm on my way.

Harry North.

Oh. The son's car has just been stolen.

Is your son in, Mr North?

He certainly is.

Could we have a word with him, please?

Join the party.

You were quick off the mark.

I called him.

How? To report his son's car had been
stolen.

What?

We have some sort of problem with that,
Constable.

Your son's car was involved in an
attempted armed robbery.

Presumably one it was stolen for.

Mr North, the lad I saw getting away in
the car was your son's agent, Bild.

Are you saying it was him?

I couldn't definitely say who it was. He
was wearing a mask at the time. What

time was this, Phil?

About six o 'clock this evening.

And you called me to report the car had
been stolen at about seven, Mr North?

Gareth had only just told me about it.

I only just realised it had been nicked.

Where were you at six o 'clock this
evening, Gareth?

Out in town.

Doing what, exactly?

I was messing about with my mate.

Now, can anyone corroborate that?

Ah, yeah, me mates can.

Gail Smethurst and Vince Mitchell.

Yeah, well, there was a couple of kids
their age in the car when he drove off.

But you couldn't positively identify
them, right, Constable?

No, sir.

I only glimpsed them as he drove away.

So, you have a kid in a mask you think
was me son, but you couldn't swear to

and you have a couple of teenagers you
think might have been his mates, but you

couldn't swear to that either.

I think it's time we had my solicitor in
on this.

I don't think that'll be necessary, Mr
North.

Come on about a minute. Let's go.

Good night, sir.

It has to be him, Mike.

Yeah, but can you prove it?

So what about my stolen car, then?

Well, you could try looking for it where
you dumped it, I suppose.

I heard you had a bust -up with that
bird at the pub.

About, I suppose, an herb business.

She don't really want a copper hanging
about.

Phil, leave.

I'll tell you why.

I'm having an emergency, the last thing
I'd do.

Hello, Mrs Bateson.

Sidney passed away last night.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

He went very peacefully.

He's just gone on ahead, that's all.

At least that's the way I like to think
of it.

I'm sure.

I'd like him put in the chapel of rest,
if that's convenient.

Of course it is.

But I need to lay him out first.

He made me promise I wouldn't let anyone
else see him but me.

He's a very private man, that way.

Right.

So, I'll... I'll be in touch just as
soon as it's convenient to collect him.

Here, come.

Let's go, shall we?

Here we go, David. Our first client, and
not before time.

versatile vehicles.

How can I help?

At last. What's going on?

What do you mean?

I went on to ring you for the last hour.
You've been engaged again all the time.

Have you really?

Well, what do you want, Bernard?

Just to get you to keep an eye on the
garage tomorrow. I've got to go to

Drop the keys off on your way home.

Bye.

So, we left her nothing short, did we?

Made it clear we were going to stand no
more nonsense.

Hello again.

Just believe it, will you?

So aren't you dancing with us?

I've told you, I don't want to, okay?

Is he bothering you?

No. In fact, he was just leaving,
weren't you?

Is your wife in? In the bath, actually.

Anything I can do? I don't think so.

In fact, I'll say you coppers have done
quite enough for one night.

Thanks.

I never touched him, Sarge.

But you admit being in the vicinity at
the time of the assault.

I've been in the coffee bar over here,
yes.

I'd have thought a pint of bitter in the
Aidensfield Arms was more your scene,

Bellamy. I just fancied a coffee, Sarge.
And he just happened to be there.

Just as he just happened to be in the
disco last night.

Also, he had two witnesses who are
willing to swear that you lay and wait

him outside and then laid into him.
You're lying, Sarge.

Well, whatever the truth of the matter,
Bellamy, you're suspended from duty

until such time as these allegations are
fully investigated.

I still can't believe Phil beat up that
kid.

Well, Gareth knows that Adam and he did.

Oh, well, that was a surprise.

Well, he also had two witnesses.

And you said yourself you had to
practically draft Phil off the boy only

yesterday.

I'm sorry, but from where I'm standing,
things are looking pretty bleak for

Phil.

Look, Phil.

Just tell me one thing.

Did you hit him or didn't you?

You think I did?

I'm asking you.

Well, I certainly felt like belting him,
yes.

But no, Mike.

I didn't hear him.

Right.

Is the governor in?

I'm afraid he's not, no.

Ah. Did he manage to get that address
for me?

I think he did get a call about it,
yeah.

It's Edith Furling, right?

That's the lady.

Thanks, darling.

Tell Mr Blake then I'll see him all
right for it.

OK.

Ta -ra.

Sarge, you don't really believe Phil
struck that kid, do you?

For the record, Bradley, no, I don't.

But at the end of the day, it's not down
to what I believe or don't believe, is

it? The complaint has been made and it
has to be passed on to our lords and

masters.

So, I want the two of you to do a little
bit of digging, all right?

I want you to find out something,
anything, that could render such action

unnecessary.

Right, Sarge.

Right, David, you get started.

I'm just going to pop into Ashfordly and
put a lad in the local rag.

Right, Mr Vernon. And if there's any job
you can't handle, just give me a ring

at home later.

Yes, all right.

Is Mr Scripps there, please?

Oh, no, I'm sorry. You've just missed
him.

It's Mrs Bateson.

I'm just ringing to say my husband is
all ready to be picked up whenever you

are. Oh.

Right. OK.

What was your name again?

Bateson.

Yes, Sarge?

Right, Sarge. They found the car.

Where? Near Alderley Bridge.

Any luck, Alf?

No. Poor thing here.

Bye.

Well, if they've thrown the mask in the
water, Alf, they've probably done the

same with the pistol.

Bingo.

What do you mean you gave it to him?

Well, yeah.

Why shouldn't I have done?

Well, I'd rather you left it to me.

Oh, well.

What's done is done.

Doesn't really matter, I suppose.

That's a revelation.

Oh, hello, Oscar.

Oh, hello.

Come in, will you?

He's through there.

You will be able to manage him, will
you, on your own?

Oh, yes, I think so, yeah.

I think there's been some sort of
misunderstanding, Mrs Bateson. No,

no misunderstanding.

I arranged it all with Mr Scripps only
yesterday.

Yeah, but what I mean to... Well, I'm
going to have to do... I really will

to go and wait for Mr Scripps. But I
want him moving straight away.

I thought I'd be all right last night on
my own with him, but I didn't sleep a

wink. And I'm afraid I can't stay here
any longer.

I'm sorry, but I just can't. But he's...
I mean, but he's all...

That's for the police.

Oh. Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll tell him.

Well, there were dabs on that pistol.
Two different sets.

That's the good news.

And the bad news?

There's no way that either set could be
used as evidence.

And there are definitely two sets.

That's right.

So this bloke was your husband?

Ex -husband, actually. I divorced him
the year he was sent down.

Sent down?

For 15.

For robbery with violence.

Only he got out recently and now he's
come looking for me.

So why don't we just tell the local fuzz
and let them deal with it? Oh, no, we

can't involve the police.

Why not?

Well, it's the money, you see.

Money? From the robbery. I'm supposed to
be holding it for him.

Must have been some job if he got 15
years.

Oh, it was.

£25 ,000.

Hello, Vince.

Oh.

Hello.

Where's your mate?

How should I know?

Do you hear we found the pistol? The
pistol?

Hmm.

Starting pistol used in the attempted
robbery.

Turned up in the stream near where the
car was abandoned.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Of course not.

Only fingerprints never lie.

You wouldn't by any chance have handled
the pistol yourself, would you, Vince?

It's just that there were two sets of
prints on it, you see.

I just told you. I know nothing about
any stupid pistol.

Just garrison, Vince.

Not that that would put you in a clear,
of course.

What do you mean?

There is such a thing as being an
accessory before and after the fact.

But if you came clean, voluntarily, of
course, well, it could help a lot.

And, of course, armed robbery is the
sort of crime you go down for.

Ah, Gareth.

We were just talking about you.

Well, me bits.

So this ex -husband of yours, big fella,
is he?

Not as big as you, and a lot older, of
course.

Not likely to be armed, is he? Oh, no,
he never held with guns, didn't Jack,

except when he was actually working.

So, if I had a word with him for you,
what's in it for me?

30 % of what's left.

Make it 60 % and I'd be interested.

How about 50 -50?

Why not?

Let's not be greedy.

Have you got a minute, Mr Vernon?

I suppose there's some perfectly
rational explanation for this, is there,

I'm really sorry about everything, Mr
Vernon. Don't worry about that, David.

This is more important.

Just remember what I told you.

All right, Mr Vernon.

Mr Fairley, I presume.

It's the Encyclopedia Britannica you're
flogging off Reddit.

Very droll, Mr. Fairley.

Only our information is you've got
problems.

One, an ex -wife called Edith. And two,
certain monies of yours that she's

linked it with.

Problems, Mr. Fairley, that me and my
colleague back there might just be able

help you with.

So. Where is she?

Somewhere, Andy.

Andy for what?

Well, that depends entirely on you, Mr
Fairley.

You see, in return for half the money
she nicked from you, she's asked us to

deal with you for her.

Ah, is she?

Well, me and my friend out there find
the idea of a wife ripping off her

when he's banged up a little bit
distasteful.

In a nutshell, Mr Fairley... We don't
think she should be allowed to get away

with it.

So show me where you've got her and she
won't.

Let me show you something, Mr. Fairley.

I take it he's gone to a better place.

Whereas his good lady, of course, has
only gone as far as Spain, courtesy of

insurance money.

And what can be done for one can be done
for another.

In other words, why sully your own fair
hands when my friend here is ready,

willing and able to sully his on your
behalf?

At our usual rates, of course.

Now, just a minute.

All I was on about was giving her a good
idea, not topping her.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

I think we've been seriously
misinformed.

What do you mean, oh, dear, oh, dear?

Well, we've got a nice little business
going here.

You'd be amazed at how many people seek
out our services.

But if people got to know about it, who
didn't have a vested interest in keeping

it quiet, went to the Sunday newspapers,
or worse... I wouldn't do that.

I mean, dog does not eat dog, right?

All the ones I know do.

Now, look.

Hello, Mr Ventress.

David.

Everything all right, then?

Just passing the time of day with our
good friend Jack here.

You're Jack Fairley.

How do you know?

Oh, there's not a sparrow falls that we
don't hear at Ashfordly, Nick.

Find your sister, then.

Oh, I read it, you mean.

I did, thanks, yeah.

Is she inside?

Gone shopping, she told us.

Why is it you want to see her?

Only as her next -door neighbours were
happy to take any messages.

I just thought I'd come round and see if
she was all right.

No worries there, Mr Ventress.

We'll take care of her.

I'll leave you to it, then.

If you've got any problems, you know
where to find me.

Of course.

Blimey.

I thought it was only the Met Boys were
on the tag.

So we can't interest you in our offer,
Mr. Furley.

Keep your offer.

I'm out of here.

Can we offer you a lift to the station?

No. Thanks.

Can I have a word, please, Mr North?

Well?

My wife tells me you still intend
pressing charges against P .C. Bellamy.

Oh, I want to be.

Just because me son were caught doing
something stupid don't give you lot

to go dishing out good idings. I don't
believe for a minute that Phil Bellamy

ever touched your son, Mr North. He's
not that kind of copper.

You would say that, wouldn't you, being
a mate of his?

No, I'm just trying to tell you the
truth as I see it.

Not because he's a mate.

Why should I take your word against me
own flesh and blood?

Because thanks to Vince, we know that
your own flesh and blood lied to you

the attempted robbery, vandalising Oscar
Blaketon's car and stealing money from

shops. Now, if these charges you're
pressing against Phil Bellamy come under

serious investigation, how long do you
think they're going to stand up?

Nobody's going to benefit in the long
run.

Thank you.

Quid? I thought they got away with £25
,000.

Split ten ways, though. It was a very
big gang, you see. And I had to live on

something while Jack was inside.

Money goes nowhere these days.

I'm off back to London.

I'm already two months behind with the
rent on this place.

I'm very grateful, though, Vernon, for
all your help.

So how much do I owe you?

On the house, Edith, love.

Let's face it, everything else has been.

I got a call from Harry North just
before I left the office.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

He's dropping the assault charges.

Really? Who brought that on, do you
think?

I'm sure I can't imagine.

He did happen to mention that you'd been
round there this afternoon, though.

Did he?

You see, what interests me is how Vince
Mitchell got the idea that there were

fingerprints on that pistol he found.

And according to forensic, it was clean.

Still just as well, eh?

Otherwise there may have been a grave
miscarriage of justice.

You think you're quite an operator,
don't you, Constable?

Just doing me humble, Beth.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

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