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

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

So how's he been at work?

Like a zombie.

Just go through the motions, you know.

I mean, we've asked him out for a drink half a dozen times, but he doesn't want

to know.

Poor lad.

Hello.

Mike! All right?

Yeah, um, get him a pint, will you, please, do you know?

And I'll have a whiskey chaser with it, if that's all right, do you know?

So, uh, you decided to come out after all, then, eh? Well, it was either that

come dancing.

Excuse me, but does the Vernon Scripps come in here?

He's just there in the corner.

OK.

Now, if it was me, I'd play me double nine.

Maggie Byrne.

Of all the gin joints in all the world.

Oh, are you loving?

Great.

David, meet an old friend of mine, Maggie Byrne.

Hello. Hi.

What will you have to drink?

Oh, I suppose I could force down a screwdriver.

That's a vodka and orange, David.

Oh, I'll run a... Great to see you.

Gina, can I have a screwdriver?

Oh, no. No, it's a... It's a vodka and orange.

Oh, my David.

So what's the secret of his success, then? His baby blue eyes?

Sorry? I've been waiting here so long, I'm starting to take root.

Oh, and what was it you wanted?

How about a pint of bitter?

And how old are you?

You don't look a day over 16 to me. Right, so where do you keep it? What?

Your guide dog.

I'll tell you what.

There's a snack bar down the road. I've heard they do a nice lemonade there.

I want a pint of bitter.

Oh, look, what's your problem, mate?

I haven't got a problem.

Except for our eyesight.

Anyway, what's it got to do with you?

Listen, why don't you save us all the trouble and leave now, all right?

And if I don't?

Then someone's just going to have to take you, aren't they? Hey!

Come here! Come here! Get off!

Now, take my advice!

Stay out of it!

Hey!

Mike! Well,

there was I, thinking I'd find myself a nice, quiet practice.

Practice? Yes, under New Lurken. Well, for the next few weeks.

Dr James Alway.

Oh, I see.

So how's that big, ugly husband of yours, then?

Rotting in hell, I hope. Oh, like that, is it?

And that'll be putting it mildly.

Sorry to hear that, Maggie.

So what brought you up to this neck of the woods, then?

I was passing through, then suddenly remembered somebody telling me that you

lived up here these days.

So, er, here I am.

So, er, where are you staying?

I suppose they do rooms here, don't they? They do, but if it's just a bed

the night you want, then why don't you bunk up at our place?

It's not exactly Claridge's, but the spare room is clean.

Isn't it, David?

Well, it's, uh... Right you are, then.

Thanks very much.

Believe me, Maggie, the pleasure's all ours.

So, what's this Bobby Gray been up to, then?

Drinking underage and a salt, and that's just for starters.

Who's the naughty boy, then?

I could have hardly been drinking, seeing how they wouldn't even serve me.

And how was I supposed to know he was a copper?

Whether you knew he was a copper or not is neither here nor there. It still

constitutes a salt.

I want to speak to my solicitor.

Oh, aye?

Local, is he? His chambers are in the Inns of Court, if you must know.

Well, you can try, but I doubt you'll get through to him. He's probably on his

third glass of bubbly by now.

So if you'd like to come this way, sir, we'll try and get you someone every

morning.

You alright?

Only for a while about that, I thought. Yeah, I know. I'm sorry about that,

Philip.

Most of my life I've been moving.

When I tire, I'll come home to you.

I'd say you're in through silk this morning, right?

See who that is?

Who? Only Charles Robertson, chairman of the bench and fully paid -up member of

the Hangham and Flogham Brigade.

Not planning any foreign holidays in the near future, are you, Bobby?

Come on.

You still asleep, then?

Looks like it.

Do you know, David, half the fellas in Liverpool would have killed for Maggie

the heyday.

And that's one of the great mysteries of life.

What? That she could prefer Tex Byrne to the rest of us.

Just because he was six foot tall and had the profile of Rock Hudson. And that

mystifies me.

What could have gone wrong since?

I mean, they were mad about each other.

And that concludes the case for the prosecution, Your Worship. Thank you,

Sergeant. Before you step down, Constable, you tell us the accused

you splitting your lip.

Yes, Your Worship.

Why would he do that, do you think?

Oh, presumably because he objected to being removed from the premises.

Oh, your manner towards him could have been construed as provocative then.

No, I simply wanted to get him out of there as quickly as possible.

Only he claims that at the time he didn't even know you were an off -duty

policeman. But then he wouldn't, would he, if you failed to produce your

card? I suppose not, sir, no.

Aren't you supposed to identify yourself when making an arrest?

Especially out of uniform.

Yes, sir.

Then why didn't you?

I really don't know, sir.

I suppose under the circumstances I didn't really think it was that

Thank you, Constable. That'll be all.

So, what did they get?

Bound over.

Bound over?

Yeah. Beyond belief, really.

Morning, all.

Would he help to talk about it?

What's to talk about?

I just decided I'd had enough, that's all.

Of what?

Everything.

I mean, apart from the fact that he was boozing for England.

There was the other small matter.

Of his lady friends.

Lady friends?

Oh, yeah.

I mean, you've heard about how sailors have a girl in every port.

Well, Tex had one in every pub.

I see.

So in the end, I just packed my bag and left.

Well, what brought you up here, then?

I have this cousin who runs a pub in Whitley Bay who said there'd always be a

job going there if ever I wanted one.

The only trouble is, when I got there, I found out she'd moved.

To Australia, would you believe?

So what are you planning to do now?

Head back to the pool, I suppose.

Once things have quietened down a bit.

You see, despite everything, he's still bound to be looking for me.

Look, feel free to hang about here for a bit, if it helps.

Just this one small problem.

Oh? Having left in such a hurry, I am what you might call a bit short of

It's just a present.

Oh, come on, Maggie.

You don't think we'd charge you for boarding lodgings, do you?

Wouldn't you mind?

Really? Me, um, staying on for a few days.

You stop as long as you like.

Just going to say thanks for letting me off today.

That's something that's always driven into me, was that, say thanks.

Nobody let you off anything. As far as I'm concerned, the decision we arrived

today was the correct one.

So no thanks for necessary.

You say so.

Well, if there's nothing else, I, uh, I am rather busy.

That's why I like to be that.

Busy.

Couldn't use another pair of hands around here, could you?

Afraid not. In fact, to be blunt, I never want to see you around here again.

that quite clear?

Here's 20 pounds.

What I suggest you do with it is invest it in a train ticket back to London.

So that's all you've got to offer then? 20 miserable quid. Now look, boy, what

happened, happened. It wasn't meant to happen, but it did.

As far as I'm concerned, it's all ancient history now.

Who was that, Dad?

Nobody who matters. Any word from Antwerp?

Their hands said they're arriving by train from London tomorrow night.

I said I'd pick them up from the station.

And the diamonds?

As for the asking, if the price is right.

Excellent.

Come in.

You ordered a white thought?

Yes, Mike, I did.

Why, if it's about this morning.

Forget about this morning.

No, Mike. I was wondering whether you might like to take a couple of weeks

Get away from Aidensfield for a while. I appreciate it, but I'd rather keep

busy. Such a wish.

But be careful, all right?

Everything by the book.

Yes, Sarge.

And thanks.

His clothes are loud, but never swell.

It will make or break him, so he's got to buy the best, because he's

unmedicated. And when he does

his little route round the boutique of

London town.

Eagerly pursuing all the latest bad trends, but he's a dedicated

follower of fashion.

Oh, yes, he is.

Oh, yes, he is. Oh, yes, he is. Oh, yes, he is. He thinks he is a flower

to be looked at.

And when he pulls his frilly nylon and his right up tight, he feels a

dedicated...

One thing that he loves, and that is flattery.

One week he didn't poke a duck, it's an egg. When he didn't strive for pizza,

then he picked his bottle up.

They didn't kill him.

They didn't kill him.

They didn't kill him.

They didn't kill him.

You must be Jenny.

That's right.

Dr. Alway.

Oh, hi.

Hi. I'm sorry. I was told you weren't coming till tomorrow.

Well, no, I'm not, but I had my case in the boot, and as I was passing, I

thought I might as well drop it off now.

Right. Well, in that case, you'd better come through.

I'm dreadfully sorry.

Hard crash on me.

This must be very, well, difficult for you.

You and Dr. Somerby must have been close.

Yes.

She was a good friend.

It's been a dreadful shock.

I'm sure.

Hello!

Very nice.

So, how much do you think I'll get for it?

A few hundred quid at least.

You don't want to be selling your engagement ring, Maggie.

Oh, Bernard.

It's amazing how unsentimental you get about these things when the bloke who

gave it to you has used it as a punch bag a few times.

Anyway, I need the money.

I don't suppose you'd be interested in buying it, would you?

Well, normally, very interested. It's just that, well, we've got a slight

liquidity problem at the moment.

However, I do know someone who'd be more than happy to take it off your hands.

Oh, well, that'd be terrific, Vernon.

Only trouble is, I knew nothing about buying and selling myself, you see, so

somebody could take me to the cleaners and I wouldn't even realise.

No problem, Maggie.

I'll sell the ring for you. In fact, I know just the fella. Sam Smithers runs a

little jewellery shop in Ashfordly. He's into second -hand stuff.

Oh, that'd be great, Vernon.

Well, what are friends for if they're not there in your hour of need?

Thanks very much, Phelan.

I'll go and get the box.

Mr Vernon?

This... Sammy Smithers.

Is he the one that people call Slippery Sammy Smithers?

I have heard him referred to by that name.

However, it's usually from people who are jealous of his commercial acumen.

Ah.

Hmm.

Well, that is nasty. What happened?

Oh, I just had a bit of an accident, that's all.

Well, it needs a stitch, and I haven't even unpacked yet.

You'd better take yourself up to the hospital, because you might need a

jab. I'll just give casualty a ring.

So, did they get a look at the intruder?

Not a good one, but he got the impression he was youngish with fair

Well, whoever he is, he's going to be in need of urgent medical attention on

that ear. You'd better try the hospital.

Will do.

Oh, uh, I noticed that Bobby Gray was wearing an earring. You don't think it

could be him causing all the trouble again, do you? Well, it wouldn't

me. And I'm sure I don't have to remind you. Yes, Sarge, everything by the book.

Good. And if it is Bobby Gray, don't forget to show him your warrant card.

Here.

Do yourself a favour, Stunning. Stop wasting our time.

It'll do your case no harm at all if we can tell the court you were fully

cooperative and made a full confession.

But I'm telling you it wasn't me.

You have a torn earlobe and an earring was torn from the intruder in the

struggle. Where were you this afternoon?

Just for the record, I do have an alibis with someone.

Who?

If you must know, Mr Charles Robertson JP.

Up at his place.

Sir?

How much do you think we could be talking about here, Dad?

Well, diamonds of this quality, quarter of a million, I do think.

Yes.

Who wants him?

Well, can I tell him what it's about?

Hold the line, will you?

The police would like a word.

Concerning?

Somebody called Bobby Gray.

Yes, Constable.

We're investigating a break -in that took place earlier this afternoon, sir,

we have a boy in custody called Bobby Gray who claims that he was with you up

the house at the time of the incident. Now... And what time is this, sir?

I see.

Right.

Thank you very much for your help.

Good night.

Robertson confirms that Gray was with him for the entire afternoon.

Dad?

Why won't you tell me what's going on? It's a long story, Harry. Yeah, well, I

am a big boy now, and we have got the rest of the night.

So for starters, who's this Bobby Gray?

Someone I didn't even know existed.

And frankly, I wish he didn't.

Dad, you can't do this.

You've got to tell me what's wrong.

All right.

Are you sure you're ready for this?

Bobby Gray is my son.

We still don't have enough to hold him.

Not when someone like Mr. Robertson standing prepared to back up his story.

So I have to let him go.

But Bellamy, get on to London and find out what, if anything, they have on him.

I can't believe a kid like that doesn't already have some kind of form.

Sir, can you have a sniff around Robertson, would you, Mike?

What with this and the stories circulating among Ventress's drinking

be trying to protect a lad.

And I want to know why.

See you later then, Maggie.

All right, Ben, and thanks again.

Any time, love. You know that.

Ciao, Lovie.

Gun. Hello, gorgeous.

Mr. Robertson, please.

I'm afraid Mr. Robertson's away today.

Would you know when he'll be back?

I'm afraid I don't.

No.

This isn't Little Devil, is it?

Certainly that.

What I don't understand is why you've only heard from him recently.

Because the person he thought was his father died a few weeks ago.

So what does he want?

A job.

Seems a long way to come, all the way from London just for a job.

Not trying to blackmail you, is he?

That's what I'd try to do.

Fifth years he hasn't mentioned it.

You wouldn't really be thinking of offering him a job.

Would you, Dad?

A job?

Shouldn't think so.

What else do you know about Charles Robertson?

Well, it's common knowledge he could buy or sell anyone round here, including

Lord Ashfordly. So where's the money come from?

Well, he bought it with him, I think, when he came up here from London, back

the late 40s, early 50s. He made it out of property, apparently.

Along with Rackman and a few of the others.

Yeah, whatever.

Anyway, there's never been any whiff of it around here.

So why would somebody like that risk everything to provide an alibi that

carefully holds water for a kid like Bobby Gray?

Is there a Mrs. Robertson?

Oh, he was a right lady killer in his day, famous for it. But there must have

been a Mrs. Robertson, because he's got a son called Harry.

Huxley Police.

Er, right.

Where?

Char.

There's been an accident up on the Beverly Road.

I hit and run by the sound of it.

Come

in,

Sammy.

Terrible. In fact, I wouldn't even bother to open up at all.

If you didn't get me away from the wife.

So you won't be going to your villa on the Costa del Sol, then? No, I should,

Coco. I'll be lucky if I can afford a week in a boarding house in Blackpool.

Well, you can tell me how much this is worth, for starters.

Not hot, is it?

Sammy, would I sell you stolen goods?

Only there's a bit of a purge on at present.

Some of the lads have already had little visits from our friends in the force.

And which were you looking for?

That's got to be worth 400 quid of anybody's money.

Then you always were one of life's optimists, weren't you, Vernon?

Why, what do you think?

200 tops, I'd say.

200 pounds? You must be joking.

Two things in life I never joke about, Vernon.

Profit and loss.

Besides, there's not all that much demand anymore for diamond engagement

I blame television, myself.

All these mucky plays they keep putting on about people living over the brush.

Look, make it 350. I might be tempted.

250, and that's my best offer.

350? Three.

Dumb. And if anybody has been, I have.

Vernon, would I rob you of my own buddy?

Sammy, you would rob your own mother if she had anything worth nicking.

How is he? A coma, apparently, but he's just about hanging on in there.

Well, meanwhile, we've had a bit of background on him in from London.

And he's certainly got form.

Sort of thing. Nothing major, shoplifting, petty theft, that sort of

His dad, though, George Gray, died in the scrubs about a month ago doing ten

armed robbery.

He got a right raw send -off by the East End, according to the papers.

Even the craze put in an appearance.

Thank you, Bellamy.

Not sure how that helps explain a hit -and -run on a lonely road in Yorkshire.

For what it's worth, the road the kid was run down on leads directly across

moor from Robertson's place to Ashfordly.

Now that's more like it.

Tell me you had another word with Robertson, Mike.

Text, Berne.

You're right, Berne.

Door was open, was it?

Well, put it this way.

It is now.

David. He's a very good friend of mine. Text, Berne.

Hello.

So where is she?

Who might that be?

Well, Diana Dawes, of course.

Who else?

Maggie.

What makes you think she might be here?

Well, it could just possibly have something to do with the fact that a

on one of the beds upstairs.

Ah, well... Yeah.

So, how can I help you, Constable?

There was a road accident a couple of miles away from here today.

It didn't run.

Really? Seriously?

Very, actually, sir.

In fact, it's still touching go whether the lad will survive or not. The lad?

A boy called Bobby Gray.

Oh, that's terrible. He was around here only this morning.

About the job, you know. The job?

I told you on the phone. He was around here yesterday afternoon inquiring

whether there was any work going here.

What time yesterday afternoon?

Well, I told you that as well. I can't remember the exact time. He was with me

pretty well most of the afternoon.

Yes.

Why would he come to you of all people, sir?

Well, I imagine, because I was prepared to accept his version of events rather

than yours in court.

And was there a job going?

Well, certainly not here, no, but I told him I'd ask around, which is why he

came back today, I suppose.

Of course, when he called, I wasn't in, you see.

I see.

Were there witnesses to this accident?

No one's come forward yet, sir, no.

But then it was a pretty lonely stretch of road.

Anyway, thank you very much for your time, Mr. Robertson. Not at all. I take

I'm right in thinking you don't know the family yourself. I mean, the boy's

family, that is.

Well, hardly, Constable. After all, if I had, I wouldn't have been able to sit

on his case yesterday, would I?

Of course not, sir.

Thank you.

Betty came by on her way.

Right. That she had a lot to say.

Can I help you, Constable?

Well, um, I was just admiring the car. The garage door was open and, well, I

couldn't help noticing it.

Hello, sex.

Surely there's some way to get you two unhappy people back together again.

Vernon, if I'd wanted us together, I'd never have kicked her out in the first

place. You kicked her out?

Well, one of us had to go.

I mean, it was getting a bit crowded in there, what with her, me and all our

boyfriends.

The latest one's called Gus, by the way.

He wasn't with her, was he?

He's no one with her.

He's a hairdresser.

Can you imagine, though?

Her preferring a hairdresser to me.

No, no, not easily.

So if you kicked her out, what are you doing up here looking for her?

Because it's not her I'm looking for, is it?

It's the third item on my property she took with her.

Diamond ring.

This ring being her engagement ring, right?

Do me a favour, Vernon.

You don't think I'd spend that kind of money on a floozy like Maggie do, yeah?

No, this ring was part of the haul from the last job we pulled.

Job? On this bookie's place out in Cheshire, while he was on holiday in the

Bahamas.

Unfortunately, his wife took most of her baubles with her, but the ring alone

made the breaking worthwhile.

So this ring would be what's known in the criminal fraternity as being hot,

would it?

Red hot.

Which is why we've been sitting on it till it cooled down a bit.

And why I need to get it back off her before she does something really stupid

like try and frog it.

Because if the fuzz get their hands on it, we'll all end up inside.

Hello?

Hi, babe.

It's me.

Oh, hello.

So, um, how have you gone on, then?

But I'm sure it won't be long before it's all done and dusted.

So just leave it with me, eh?

One of our best customers inquiring how her

husband's coffin's coming along.

So what was he doing in there?

Checking out the nearside bumper, I'd say.

Do you have to run the lad down?

He could have endangered the entire Diamond operation.

Don't talk rubbish. He knew nothing about the operation.

Don't tell me you're jealous.

This is about protecting your inheritance, isn't it?

That's not the point, Dad.

He needed to be dealt with. He was attracting police attention.

Well, then, it's a pity you didn't make a better job of it.

What do you mean?

He's alive.

And according to the hospital, when I rang them just now, expected to recover.

What are we going to do, Mr. Vernon?

No sweat, David.

No sweat?

Well, you heard what he said. It's stolen.

What's he going to do to us when he finds out we've gone and sold it? Look,

we've still got the money we got for the ring, right?

Right. Right. So all we've got to do is slide down to Slippery Sam's, tell him

all bets are off, get the ring back, give it to Maggie and let them sort it

All right.

Bellamy.

How did it go at the Robertson house?

Nothing new, really, Sarge.

Mike managed to get a look at the roller while we were over there.

And? Clean as a whistle, Sarge.

What about the other car?

What other car?

Well, young Harry Robertson, his son, drives an E -Type, a red one. Right

passion wagon.

Harry Robertson was up there. I spoke to him. There was no sign of any E -Type

inside or outside the garages.

That does surprise me.

Him and that car, they're inseparable.

Right. Check every garage in the area. Find out if any of them have a red E

-type in at the moment with damaged front bodywork.

Right, sir.

Bingo, Sarge.

Allison Motors has had a ready type in only this afternoon with a damaged front

bumper. And the owner of this car?

Guess who.

So where's the vehicle at the moment?

Back home, I expect. It seems the damage was only superficial and Harry

Robertson picked it up this afternoon.

Oh, I told the garage, by the way, Sarge, that he'd hit a sheep.

Good work.

Melton.

So can we talk to him?

Thank you, sister. I'll get someone over right away.

That was the hospital. It seems the sheep he hit has just recovered

consciousness. We can have five minutes with him.

Better tell Mike to get over there.

Right, that.

Yes, Sammy, bad news, I'm afraid.

What? The party I'm representing over that ring has had a change of heart and

she's decided to keep it after all.

So, you want to buy it back, right?

Well, you could put it that way, I suppose.

If you check that, I think you'll find it's £300.

Only it's going to cost you a little bit more than that, I'm afraid.

Pardon? You said yourself it was worth over £400.

I've just let you have it for three.

Quite so, Vernon, quite so.

And if my memory serves me right, that figure was perfectly acceptable to both

parties at the time. But what people are prepared to take for something often

has nothing to do with its true value. And, after all, business

is business, as you know.

Where is it?

Who are you?

I swear, I'm the owner of the ring Eric and these two are trying to flog you.

Well, that is why you're here, isn't it, lads?

Look, Maggie never said it was your ring, Tex, and she never said it was

either. So just hand it over and I'll seriously consider not breaking both

necks.

Yes, well, we haven't got it anymore.

Sammy has got it.

He wants over £400 for it and he only ever gave us three.

Really?

That doesn't sound very friendly, Sammy.

Whatever it sounds like, the price is still 450 quid.

And if I shouldn't happen to have that sort of money?

Tough. Right.

So, er... How much is this worth, then?

More than you can afford. So just be careful with it, will you?

Oh, dear.

Now look what I've gone and done.

Still, I think I like it better like this. It was cut glass, wasn't it?

Or, um... Do I prefer this one?

All right, all right, that's enough.

Just put it down, will you?

So... Can you remember...

This car just came at me.

What sort of car?

A red sports car.

An E -type, I think.

Did you see the driver?

No.

Tell me, do you have any idea why someone would be trying to kill you?

But I don't think my brother was too thrilled to see me.

Your brother?

Yeah.

What's Vernon Scripps' van doing?

Outside Slippery Sands.

Well, I don't know, Alf.

Perhaps we should ask him.

Yeah, we should.

Well. Well, who says you can never find a policeman when you need one? Only I

was just going to ring you lot.

Oh? This gentleman here, and I use the term in his very looser sense, has just

tried to sell me what I believe could be stolen property.

Oh, yes.

Needless to say, I told him he'd come to the wrong shop. I run a very

respectable business here.

Of course you do, Sammy. Everyone knows that.

But if you were to search his pocket...

I think you might find he's still got the property on him.

Look, what goes on?

At home, nothing apart, no ring.

Well, you won't have any objections to emptying your pockets, then, sir.

Oh!

Hey!

Oh, hey, watch it!

Oh, very nice.

A ring to grace any lady's finger.

If you must know... That happens to be my wife's engagement ring I brought in

here hoping to get polished.

You bought it here, sir?

Well, no, not exactly.

So would you happen to have a receipt from the shop that you did purchase it

from?

Look, I'm being fed up here.

Well, tell them. Tell them I'm being fed up.

Have we met then?

Right. Come on.

Jay!

Jay! Watch it!

So... You two know nothing about this, then.

Nothing, no. Well, it goes without saying we'll be wanting to talk to you

again.

Right, we'll be off as well then, David.

Not before I get my money, you would.

Hey, just a minute.

There's not 300 quid, yeah?

Sammy, let's call it a handling charge, shall we?

As you so succinctly put it, business is business.

Off we go, David.

It seems that back in London, Robertson and George Grey were up to their necks

together in the property racket.

How come Bobby's Robertson's son?

Because Robertson and George's wife were having a bit of a ding -dong on the

side.

They realised Bobby couldn't possibly be George's, since George was on remand in

custody at the time of the conception.

Well, it's not surprising that he came here looking for him, but it doesn't

explain why Robertson would try and kill him. Well, it was his son's car that

hit Bobby, and Harry had just found out he had a half -brother, who presumably

was due part of the family fortune.

So what now, folks?

For starters, let's get Harry Robertson in here and see what we can sweat out of

him. We'll deal with Charles at a later date.

Welcome.

We'll get it.

Sarge, Mike's just radioed in. He's up at the house now.

Something suspicious is going on. He wants immediate backup.

Harry Robertson?

That's me.

Harry Robertson, we're reporting you for failure to stop after a road traffic

accident. I'm going to have to ask you to come down to the station for

questioning. What's all this about, Bradley?

What this is about, sir, is the attempted murder earlier today of a

called Robert Gray.

Your son, in fact.

Allegedly hit by a car your other son was driving at the time. That's

ridiculous. Unfortunately, you won't be able to rely on your father in court.

And then there's the small matter, the diamonds I've just witnessed changing

hands. What are you going to do, Constable?

Take us all down to the station?

On your own?

Not entirely on my own.

What I don't understand is why Robertson, having got himself out of

without so much as a stain on his character, getting himself accepted as a

pillar of the community up here, then goes and gets himself involved with

another racket.

Then you know what they say about leopards, Alf, and spots.

Kenny,

can I have a word?

Of course you can.

Can I introduce you to James Orway, our new locum?

This is Mike Bradley, our local policeman.

Hello, I'm pleased to meet you. Although, I think we met before.

Yes, I wanted to apologise about the other night. I got carried away. No, no,

I'm done.

Well, please, let me get you a drink, at least.

Well, thanks, but I think someone's got one in for me.

Although, I will gratefully save up the offer till the next time we bump into

each other.

Em, you wanted a word?

Yeah, um, can we go into the snug?

Well, I mean, the fence was 12 foot high. There was no way he was going to

over it.

Then what happened about the ring, then, V?

Ah, the ring.

Well, I'm afraid, Maggie, the ring is in the hands of the police.

What?

So, I'm afraid, is Tex.

So if I were you, I'd scarper while the scarpering's good.

Because in case you weren't aware of the fact, the two blokes standing at the

bar...

Or coppers.

Right.

So, Gabri, here we come, eh, sweetheart?

With what I've got in me purse, we'll be lucky if we've got enough petrol money

to get us back to Liverpool.

Now move it, will you?

Well, David, I think we've shown a nice little profit for once.

So would you like to do the honours?

Oh.

Well, that was a little bit embarrassing, wasn't it?

I didn't know how you'd react.

Meeting Dr. Alway. Well, he seems like a nice enough bloke.

The village needs a good doctor.

And what about you, Mike?

Where do you go from here?

Well, to be honest, I'm... I'm not too sure about anything.

Staying in Aidensfield, staying in the force, even.

Trish would have wanted you to stay on, not to give up.

Do you think so?

I know, Sarah.

I miss her.

I miss her dreadfully.

I know.

I can't.

I can't. I can't.

I can't. I can't.

I can't.

I can't. I can't.

I can't. I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I

can't.

Oh, here comes the hero of the hour, then. Who? Who not only coloured an

attempted murderer and brought down the chairman of the magistrates, but also,

while he was at it, cracked an international diamond smuggling racket.

And all at one fell swoop. Not thought of joining CID yet, then.

Have you offered your services to the yard yet? Very funny, Alf. All right,

right. The drinks are on me.