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

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

Try and get rid of him.

Right.

Well, that's me done.

Well, in that case, you can pick that up.

Sorry, Al.

I'm meeting Jenny for a drink tonight.

Ashfordly Police Station.

Oh.

A right headmistress. We'll have someone along shortly.

They want a drunk ejected from the girls' school.

It won't take you long. I'll ring the pub and let Jenny know.

You will?

Who's finished his paperwork?

Who answered the call?

Who's nearest the door?

Mrs Peters, I try not to overburden my pupils with great expectations, but I

can't make an exception with Josie.

Her essays and her contributions in class this year have been excellent.

Thank you, Mr Gifford. I'm grateful for all you've done.

Not at all.

She's a pleasure to teach.

And I'm sure she's just going to sail through her Oxford entrance exam.

Yes.

Well, that is what she wants, isn't it?

Oh, yes.

It's just that her father doesn't know yet where this exam might be leading.

Have you not told him? No.

Well, he were dead set against us staying on to the sixth form, let alone

university.

Oh, yeah, I remember.

As it is, he says we can't afford for us to go on this field trip you've got

planned.

Oh.

Well, that's a shame.

Yeah, he said he would come in here to tell you himself.

It must have got held up.

I've got every right to be here.

I'm a parent, mate.

Yeah, and a drunk parent.

Now, get off home, Len, before I book you.

Just like them teachers, looking down your nose.

I'll be making a complaint to your gaffer.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd just like to say how Ernie would have appreciated you

all being here today to see him off.

As you know, Ernie was an all -round entertainer. Magic, conjuring, fire

-eating, you name it, he did it. And his last wish... was today his funeral to

be one of fun and games, and we've certainly done our best.

So let's raise our glasses to the memory of the one and only Ernie.

Ernie!

Snuffling is not allowed.

I hope it, Mr. Vernon.

It was very good to me.

Aye, lad, and we were very good to him.

Taxiing him about and not charging him waiting time.

Yeah, at least we got to see his shows.

I must have heard those jokes. Time after time, I still laugh at them.

We'll try and remember one now.

Cheer up.

So a round of cheese, a round of ham and a piece of Madeira. Great, thanks.

I don't know why you don't make your own packed lunch.

Save a bob or two.

Well, I need some excuse to get out of an evening.

David, can I have a word?

Ernie was very fond of you, David.

He was all right fond of him, Mr Brayton.

Yeah, he knew that.

That's why he's left you something.

He's left something for me.

I'm the executor of his will, and most of his effects will go to his family,

there are a few items that he wanted you to have, including something.

Or should I say someone?

Very close to his heart.

Zenoch?

I don't know how you can look yourself in the face. Dory, belt up!

You've reached rock bottom, and you're still digging.

I'll take no lectures from you.

Say no more.

I'm not having it from anybody, sure I'm not.

You let Josie down, me down, and your son. I thought you were saying nowt.

She shouldn't be at school anyway.

She's almost 18, we've not had a penny piece out of her. I'm going to.

Did you have to bring that to the table?

His name's Enoch. I don't care what his name is. He put me off my breakfast.

Well, I like him. I mean, he's company.

Right, then.

Oh, no.

And you can have a real good natter.

I think he's a bit jealous.

Spot on.

Thanks, Ollie. See you again.

Hello,

I'd like to speak to Mr.

Peter, Len Peter.

He's on dinner break, I'm afraid.

You'll find him in the king's head.

Ah, all right. Ta -ta.

Cheers.

Ah,

Mr. Peter.

Yeah.

What did you get for me?

Joseph's jogger for teaching.

Oh, why?

Yeah, um, your wife was telling me that Josie couldn't go on the field trip.

Aye?

Well, so what?

Snap her out with you by seaside.

It's a little bit more than that.

Um, but thing is, if, um, if money's a problem, then I might be able to help.

You what?

Well, the school runs an assistance fund.

Um, it's completely confidential.

Are you offering me charity?

No, no, it's not charity. It's a fund that, in special cases, makes grants.

Now, listen here, Mr Teacher.

Everybody in this pub knows I'll stand my round.

I don't need charity, and neither does Josie.

If she wants to go on this arty -farty trip, all she's got to do is ask for the

money. There!

Afternoon. Afternoon.

Oh, don't worry about Enoch.

He'll be no trouble.

Will you, Enoch?

No.

Guys, do it if you want.

Okay, I'm done.

You never said what that teacher wanted.

I'll tell you tomorrow.

See you, Ralph.

Cheerio.

I'll be there in a minute, if I had an airplane.

There'd be just nothing in it, if I hadn't missed the train.

I asked the bus conductor, he said, go which way you like.

There's a 13, 14, 15, but they've all come out on strikes.

But I'm going to get this somehow. You'll need these.

I'll be all right. Of course you will.

Listen, you'll be glad of these when you get to Whitby. It could be freezing,

you know.

Ta -ra, then.

Yeah.

Mr. Peters?

Yes? P .T. Bradley, Aidensfield Police. Is Mr. Peters in?

Go on, love.

Have a good time.

Ta -ra. Ta -ra.

Mr Peters? Yeah? I'd like to ask you some questions, please.

We'll have to wait. I've got to go to work.

Well, you won't be needed today.

You what?

Mr Peel was attacked as he left the shop last night. He spent the night in

Ashfordly Hospital.

His wife has closed the shop for the day.

Attacked? Yes.

Is he all right?

We don't know. We haven't had a chance to speak to him yet, but we're pretty

sure the motive was robbery.

It's not very grand, I'm afraid.

If you carried on up the road a few miles, it's a hotel, naturally.

Oh, this will be nicely, thanks.

I've had my fill of fancy hotel.

I prefer something a bit more personal.

Besides, it makes good business, Anne. Oh? And what business is that, then? I

buy land and property for a trust fund.

Gossip can be quite useful in my line, and we're better for that than the

village local.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Where do you get it, Len?

What? The money.

You said you were skinned.

You think I've got her after you?

You think I'd rob him just to send her on a school trip? Then tell me how you

got here.

I don't have to tell you how.

So, Enoch, what do you want for your breakfast?

Toast or brown bread and butter?

Toast. My boy, Sarah.

Scripps Taxi Service. A proprietor speaking.

Oh?

Oh, I see.

Well, I'll certainly have a word with him.

Please accept my sincere apologies.

Another customer complaint about you and your oppo.

I don't know what's wrong with them. I'll tell you what's wrong with them.

They're scared, David.

Taxi drivers are a talkative breed, but they don't usually include dummies in

the conversation.

Well, he's not hurting anybody. I don't care.

I'm not having you driving with him riding shotgun.

I hopped into a taxi, but I haven't got the fare.

If I hitchhike on a lorry, well, it mightn't go that fair.

No juice in my jalopy, it's no good using that.

The pedal on my pushbike, but the tires are too darn flat.

But I'm going to get there somehow.

There ain't enough to say that I'm going to get there somehow.

I'm leaving right away.

I could jump on my toboggan, but there isn't any snow.

And when I try my roller skates, the doggone heat won't go.

I suppose I could start walking.

My shoes are warm, my feet are warm.

Hang on, look.

That again.

OK? Thanks.

And thanks for everything else.

It's my pleasure, Joseph.

I got my rucksacks up. Of course you did.

Your wife says money was stolen.

Yeah. A sizable sum for a day's takings.

Yeah, we'd had a good day in the shop.

They'd also been paid by a restaurant we supply.

They pay monthly.

And the bone man settled his account.

Bone man?

It's the fellow who collects the waste for the knackers' yard.

I see.

Tell me, would Len Peters know that you'd had a good day?

Len? Yeah, of course he'd know.

Anyone else?

Not that I can think of, but... You think Len had anything to do with it?

barking up the wrong tree. Well, he knows your routine.

I know, then, Constable.

He can be a daft beggar and no better for drinky soaps.

He's a good worker and an honest one. I'll vouch for that.

Hello, Bernard.

What can I get you? Scotch, please, Gina.

No David tonight?

No. You don't sound too bothered.

Well, he comes as a twosome these days. Him and that dummy.

Oh, don't be like that.

It's a little friend for him. Not when I can't get to sleep for them nattering

away in the next room.

Did you have a nice day, Enoch?

Yes, thank you, Mr David.

I like being in the taxi. It's driving me bonkers.

Hey, you know, when Ernie left David, that dummy, he wasn't a playmate. He was

leaving him. It was a career.

Now, don't go putting ideas in his head.

Ernie's widow's given Oscar some more bits and pieces for him.

Like what?

I don't know. They're in a box at the back.

Just bury them, will you?

A dying man's last wish.

I can't do that.

Well, Ralph Peel's a really tough bloke.

They must have hit him hard.

They're keeping him in for another night at least.

Tell me, Oscar, what do you know about Len Peters?

Same as everybody else.

He's a drinker, gets silly with it.

His wife, Doreen, is a friend of Gina's. She does various cleaning jobs in the

village, trying to make up what he spends on booze.

According to Gina, he's even spent the money put aside for his daughter's

trip. Oh, yeah.

Gina thought she would lend him the money, but she didn't know how to pay it

back.

But apparently, the daughter's already gone on the trip.

So pennies must have fallen from heaven.

Can I get you a drink, Mr Robinson?

Have a brandy, please.

And the name's Alex.

Could you put it on the bill?

Yeah, of course.

I was thinking about what you said earlier. You know, about property and

Well, there's this surveyor who comes in every night before last order.

Maybe you should talk to him.

Oh, I don't think so, thanks.

Well, I thought he might be in your line of work.

Exactly. See, I don't want anybody in the business to know why I'm here.

Competition tends to raise prices. Oh, I get you.

Oh, we're here now.

Remember, mum's the word.

Of course.

Hello. Evening. The usual.

Now, in winter, this coast takes a pounding off the north -easterly gales.

The waves are refracted and their energy is concentrated on the headlands at

either end of the bay.

These consist of horizontal beds of shale, sandstone and limestone. What are

doing, Lynne?

Just being polite, sir.

I think they waved at me.

Well, let's try and concentrate on the other sort of wave action, shall we?

Mr Gifford.

OK, now, the beach itself...

Changes each season. Describe how, um, Kath.

Uh, Hilary.

Josie.

Um, downcoming due to plunging waves in winter and rebuilding by spilling waves

in summer.

Everyone got that?

Good. Okay, follow me.

You're getting close enough to... He has nose hair.

He hasn't got any nose hair.

Aw, love is blind.

Oh, go on, it's all going to take a minute.

Go on, then.

Well, it's just like, you know, if you can see me lips move.

Right?

Right, hello, and, uh, what's your name?

Enoch.

Enoch?

Yes.

That's a nice name.

Yes.

Did... Did Ernie Dobson give you that name?

Yes.

So, um, how old are you, Enoch?

Sixty -six.

Sixty -six?

Yeah, why?

Well, there's hardly a wrinkle on him.

Well, I could make him 44, but I'd need more practice.

Just leave it as it is, David.

Give him a pension book and retire him to the outside privy.

Well, I haven't finished yet.

Oh, could you see me lips move?

Don't worry, I'll get it.

Hey, Josie.

Look who's here.

It was a very serious incident, Mr Gifford.

No, I can see that, or you want to come out here.

I'm just not sure how I can help.

Well, I understand that Josie Peters wasn't expected to come. There were a

doubt, yeah.

Can you tell me why?

I'd prefer you to ask Mrs Peters that.

I see.

Is Josie here?

Yeah, she is, but...

Do we really have to disturb her?

Well... You know, very few of our pupils go on to Oxbridge.

Few are still next to none from Josie's background.

And I think this is an important break before she sits her Oxford entrance

So, can you not just leave it?

At least till we get back home.

Well, I might if you told me what I need to know.

Mrs Peters told me that Josie couldn't come on the trip because of a lack of

money. I went to see Mr Peters the next day and offered him some money from the

school assistance fund. And that's what enabled her to come?

No. No?

No, he were... he were offended.

Said he didn't need charity. Said if Josie wanted to come, he'd find the

So Mr Gifford offered you financial assistance.

I don't want charity.

What I spend, I earn. I've told him that. And everyone else in the bar.

I'll ask you again, Mr Peters.

Where did the cat come from?

I had a horse come in.

A horse?

Have you got the slip?

The bookie's name?

No. Why not? It isn't licensed.

Convenient. It's the truth.

He had the motive, the opportunity and the knowledge.

Yeah, but that's not enough to keep him here. Let him go.

Tell him to stay where we can find him.

Sarge.

Are you not getting a lift with Lynne?

No, that's her auntie. She's staying in Ashfordly tonight.

Well, if you don't mind waiting while I park this, I can give you a lift.

Oh, thanks.

I'm usually a buyer of land, Mr Robinson, not a seller.

Oh, I understand, but sometimes people sell to make better purchases and so

improve the quality of their portfolio.

True, but if I'm not interested in low -yield acres...

Why should you be?

Well, yield is a relative matter.

The trust funds the money of earning precious little that's present in the

I see.

Well, tell me more.

Everything I do is just for you. You know I do.

Bet your life I want to share my life with you.

I do, I do.

Everything is good and getting better.

Ready? Ready as chow.

I've just had a visit from a man who might be able to help your present

financial embarrassment.

He's looking to buy land, and between you and me, I don't think he knows the

difference between a dog and a duck.

Hello, Josie. Take a seat.

So, what's the problem?

It's not a problem exactly.

I'd like to go on the pill.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Hey, Mr Peel.

How are you feeling? Oh, not too bad now, thanks.

All's been a bit of a thick head, me wife says.

Well, anyway, it looks like we've got the man who robbed you.

Oh? Yeah, division have reported that similar things have happened to other

butchers outside our patch.

Seems a common link.

It was the bone man.

Oh, he films?

No, he's mate.

Yeah, he always knew when his boss settled his accounts.

Owen!

I've got the blot that wallops me.

How he's been, man.

Well, anyway, we just thought we'd pop in and tell you.

Thanks, sir.

Much appreciated.

Car gone without you, sir?

No, it's in for repairing.

You'll sit for the exam.

I hope so.

You'll be fine. Both of you.

And if I don't see you tomorrow morning, good luck.

She could have been his sister.

She's stupid.

I'm not trying to cheer you up. Well, don't.

Just hang on a sec.

Mr. Robinson?

This Lord's actually on the phone for you.

Oh, thanks very much.

Mr. Robinson, apropos our earlier conversation, I've been speaking to one

acquaintances about your interest in buying land hereabouts.

Well, the thing is, I'm having a drinks party and I wondered whether you wanted

to come along and meet some of them.

Yeah, I'd be delighted.

Thank you.

8 .30.

That's fine.

Lord Ashfordly, would it be in order for me to bring a partner?

Ah, yes, I was going to tell you about that.

You read it, didn't you?

No, no.

I mean, did you know that this was in it?

What?

It's a list of his bookings.

You don't think that people are still expecting him to turn up, do you? No,

David. I mean, that's a magic trick too far, even for Ernie Dobson.

No, I mean... No, I'm sure his wife will have told everyone.

Yeah, well, I hope so.

Cos he used to hate letting people down.

Here you go.

Thanks.

There was a good news, then, on the phone.

Could be.

When's your night off, Tina?

Why? Well, I'd like to help you out.

It was only a pack of fags. Don't go overboard.

Lord Ashfordly's invited me to a drinks party and, um... Well, I'd like you to

come with me. Me?

You're kidding, aren't you? Why would I be kidding?

Well, because you'll be with all the toffs at Ashfordly Hall and I'm the

publican. So?

Well, I feel like a fish out of water. Oh, nonsense.

I'm really flattered, but... No, I'm the one who'd be flattered, Gina. Please,

just... Are you up and about?

All right.

No promises, though.

No promises.

Oh, hi, Mr Sinclair.

The usual, is it? Please, Gina.

I'll see you in the morning, Gina.

Think about what I said.

All right.

I'm not found for reading, Lenny. It's five to.

And don't forget to wish her luck.

Right, I'm off.

Good luck, love.

And you can only do your best, remember?

You all right, Josie?

Better when you get there, eh?

I've got to go.

Best of luck.

Hello?

Hello, yes, I'm Ernie Thompson's taxi driver.

I mean, I was, because he... Oh, you know.

Oh, right, yeah. Well, I've got Ernie's diary in front of me, and I was just

checking...

You have got a replacement, haven't you?

Oh, right.

Yeah, they will be disappointed.

Oh, well, yeah, now you mention it, we might have an idea.

You may begin.

What do you think I should do, then?

Why, don't ask me, Gina. These days, royalty mixes with peasants, and pop

singers get the MVE.

Yeah, in Swing and London.

Nothing's changed at Ashfordly Hall in centuries.

Good -lookers like you, Gina, will be welcome anywhere, at any time, whatever.

So you go?

Yeah, why not?

Go and enjoy yourself.

I don't understand it either.

If you normally travel with Google in, have you asked her?

Yeah, I'll let you know the minute we find her.

Thank you.

There's no sign of her.

She's changed out of her school uniform and gone. The message, nothing.

All the rows and the expense and she hasn't even showed up. What did you say

her? What? You must have said something.

Well, I said with good luck.

And then I left her chucking up in the toilet.

She was sick.

Nerves, I reckon.

She doesn't get exam nerves. Well, then it's probably through looking at my

face. I'm going to the police.

You best go look for her, then.

Take the van.

No.

I'll go when I'm done.

It's after closing anyway.

When did she go missing?

This morning.

Well, it sounds like a case of exam nails.

Tell Mrs Peters to come back if she's not home by tonight.

I realise it's too soon to be serious, Sarge, but since we put Len Peters

through it over the robbery, I thought perhaps we owed the family a little

consideration.

Well, if you want to play the bobby next door, go ahead.

But don't involve anyone else in the station until the situation warrants it.

Touch.

I'm David and I'm here standing in for Ernie Dobson who

suddenly couldn't make it today.

So me and another one of his friends are here to entertain you.

What's your name again?

Enoch.

Oh, Enoch.

Well, that's a nice name, isn't it?

Yes.

Did Ernie Dobson give you that name?

Yes.

So tell me, Enoch, how long old are you?

Sixty -six.

Sixty -six?

Are you sure? You look more like...

40.

Yes.

So I wonder, are there any other Enochs in the room?

No.

Well, I've enjoyed talking to you, Enoch.

Have you enjoyed talking to me?

Yes.

Don't you cry, breathe a sigh, look and dine just round your corner.

Wait till then, count to ten, be my friend, I'll be yours too.

Oh, and hold me tight.

Wow. What do you think?

Wow. Well, you don't think it's a bit... No, you look fantastic.

I'll try the other one on.

Oh,

Lynn. Yeah?

PC Bradley would like a word with you.

Is it about Josie?

Yes. What's happened to her?

Well, that's what we're trying to find out.

Now, you usually catch the bus together, don't you? Yeah, but there was no sign

of her this morning.

Had she said she was worried about the exams?

No. She always pretends to be worried, but everyone knows she'll sail through.

Do you think anything else could be bothering her?

Don't think so.

She had been to see Dr Somerby, but I don't know what for.

When she didn't turn up, I thought she must be ill.

Right, thanks, then.

OK.

Reading about our daughter.

Her and that teacher you think so much of. What are you going on about?

Dearest Roger.

What? Read it.

Read what he taught her on that school trip.

No wonder he was so keen for her to go. You're not making any sense, Len. Read

it, woman!

It's all there!

He's had his way with a stupid little cow.

What? Yeah, she's writing about going to the doctor to get on the pill.

The doctor said no, but it's too late anyway by the look of it this morning.

What do you mean?

What this thing can't mean.

I'm going to find him.

And when I do, I'm going to kill him.

Josie?

Are you all right?

Well, that's good, but...

I'm in Whitby.

I saw the picture.

What picture?

You left because you saw the picture. Josie, I don't understand.

Look, I'm by the page. Come if you care.

Josie?

Josie? Josie?

Oh, it's your tape, Mr Peters.

Oh, you think so, do you? Yeah, you did call from Whitby. I'm going to go get

her now. No, I think you've brought it up already.

I'm sorry. Yeah, you will be sorry.

Sorry you ever touched a... What?

Poor love.

Did you know anything of that sort was going on?

No. And I still don't.

What do you mean?

Oh, Josie and me, we're close.

She couldn't hide a thing like that.

You know, she may be quicker with her brains than most, but her feelings are

same as any other teenage girl.

So you don't believe what she's written?

No.

No, but Len does.

How many left here who were meaning to kill him?

According to the headmistress, Gifford's gone to collect her. Len Peters is

after his blood.

I'd better get over to Whitby. Talk to Merton. I might need backup.

I thought you were good as well, Ian Ock.

And where do you think you've been?

Why, what's up?

I'll tell you what's up.

I'm trying to run a taxi business with no car and no driver.

Oh, sorry. Well, I have an engagement.

Apple Tree Retirement Home, perchance?

Yeah, how did you know?

They've been on the phone. They want to book you again.

Again?

Flippin' heck!

Yeah, I wasn't sure how I'd gone down. I mean, I was so nervous to start with.

Once I got going... David, they only want to book you again because they all

fell asleep and missed it.

Oh, yeah, well, yeah, one or two might have nodded off.

I told you not to get any big ideas.

Yeah, don't get any ideas.

Yeah, you can drive the car.

You can chop the wood, you can feed the hens, do this, do that, but don't get

any ideas.

Now, come on.

I mean, I never said I was brilliant.

I'm not going to be as good as Ernie Dobson, but at least I tried.

And when I go back, I'm going to go in that morning when I've all just gone up.

I've only got your best interest at heart, you know.

Yeah, that and the taxi business.

Well, yes, that as well. We've got to eat.

Here. Fair to pick up in Ashfordly.

No, I can't do that.

Me and Enoch, we have another booking.

You what?

Children's party.

Kids!

Oh, no, David.

Pensioners are one thing, but kids!

Kids will tear your limb from flaming limb!

No.

matters. Stop there!

I love him.

Of course you do.

What do you know?

You're a stupid, ignorant man.

Josie, get down off that railing, please.

What do you care?

Of course I care.

Me and your mum, we love you, Josie.

Not too late to cry off, you know.

We're not listening, are we? No, we're not. Well, don't say I didn't warn you.

Only just move the truck so I can get out.

Oh.

I'm a cheat.

Enough!

What have you done?

I'm sorry, David. It was an accident.

I'm so sorry, Enoch.

I'm really sorry. I never looked after you properly.

Look, you can probably get him mended.

You never liked him.

I'll make it up to you.

How?

I'll think of something.

Anyway, it's not me you should be making it up to.

It's the children.

I mean, Ernie Dobson would never have let them down.

But it can't be helped.

Oh, yes, it can.

He'd have jumped in himself if I hadn't stopped him.

He can't swim.

So I hear.

I've made a real mess of things.

Well, you've certainly had a good go.

But I'm sure you can still go to university if you really want to.

Sorry, are you talking?

No, come in. Sit down.

I've got calls to make.

Are you cold?

No.

Thanks.

What for?

You know.

Ignorant and stupid.

You were right.

Sorry.

Your mother was tickled pink when we found we had a brain box in the family.

But it made me a new stranger.

You never said anything.

I didn't know how.

I hated school.

To see you getting on part of me was proud, but mostly I was afraid you

want to know me.

Look, it's not true, you know, what I wrote about Mr Gifford and me. I know

now.

Griff. What is it?

Something I forgot.

Constable!

Constable!

Mr. Gifford!

Come on, come on.

You all right? You all right, Mr. Gifford? Here, here, here. Put this on.

Mr. Peel will make you a cup of tea, won't you?

Eh?

Yeah, mate.

You'll have to make your vegetarian, isn't it?

Come on, keep warm.

How are you?

I've been here.

faces.

I told you I couldn't let him down.

Just cut the engine running, David.