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

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

That would fit Mr. Very sure.

Very, thank you.

Have you ever been to London yourself,
David?

Really?

No, no.

I almost went to Tadcaster once, but,
uh, fell through.

Good Lord.

Yeah, I know, I really wanted to go. I
mean, good Lord, I'm just an idiot.

I know people shouldn't drive like that.

But it was my car.

Take it.

Take my hand, baby.

I want to prove to you that I'm a road
running man.

Yeah. I want to tell you something.

So there's an Aston Martin. A DB5.

What'd they be then?

The small fortune.

I only bought it three months ago, and
he has the nerve to pinch it in broad

daylight.

Did you get a look at the driver?

Oh, dark hair, sunglasses.

It was just a blur.

How about you, David?

Did you get a look at him?

Oh, no, not really. He was driving like
an idiot.

Like most people have sports cars.

I beg your pardon.

Oh, not you, Mr. Renishaw.

Vernon, where's Bernie?

Doing a funeral. What's the panic? Well,
my car won't start.

I've been asking him to service it for
weeks. There's nothing I can do about

He'll get round to it when he can. I
need it now.

I've got a social engagement.

Oh, and what's that?

None of your business, Vernon. Well,
there's nothing for it. You'll just have

drive me.

Well, I can't drive you anywhere if I
don't know where I'm going.

Well, it happens to be a charity
function at the old folks' home. A three

whip for anyone who is anyone in the
area.

Well, I haven't been invited.

Well, you don't exactly move in Sir
Nigel's social circles, do you?

Sir Nigel? Sir Nigel. Sir Nigel
Featherston, our MP. This function is

so get your skates on.

Oh, I see.

No, no, I can't give you his home
number.

But if you want to make contact again,
just give us a call here.

Cheerio. Oh, what was the name again?

Oh, Sarge. A colleague of yours from
Leeds has just called.

Really? Who?

Well, he didn't say.

He's trying to organise some kind of
reunion.

I see. He said he wanted to make sure of
your whereabouts and he'll call later

to give you the details.

Fair enough.

Right. What's the story of the Dolan
sports car?

I ought to charge you for this, Oscar.

You can shake that up with Bernie.

They're impressed by your arrival in
style, Oscar.

Yes, well, they will be when I tell them
you're my chauffeur.

Hang on, Oscar.

What? Perhaps, Oscar, in my new
incarnation as a man of substance and

may be able to make a contribution.

No, this is not your scene, Vernon. You
won't have a soul in there. Just come

back here at four o 'clock. Pick me up.

An MG taken two days ago from my house
in Ashfordly.

A Morgan last week from Dunsford. So,
someone's targeting high -performance

sports cars.

Must be.

Is there anyone locally with previous
form for this kind of crime?

Well, the only person I can think of was
Graham Poulton. He was done a couple of

years ago for dealing in stolen cars.

But they weren't sports cars, they were
posh cars.

You know, Mercedes, Jaguars and the
like.

Yeah, he's back in business in
Ashfordly, isn't he?

Yeah. Right, then.

Crane, Bellamy, check him out.

Just excuse me.

What are you doing in here?

Who's the geezer with the dodgy
moustache?

The geezer? Mr Nigel Featherston
himself, you should know that.

His face is hardly off the front page of
the Gazette.

Yeah, well, I'm a busy man these days,
Oscar. If I do read a paper, it's

the Financial Times, not the local...
Thank you.

Now, I know what some of you are
thinking.

Ask an MP to make a speech and he'll
drone on for ages, mostly to make

sound... Well,

you all know that's not my style.

However, I must take this opportunity...

to explain why I believe this is such an
important cause.

Mr Poulton?

That's me.

Mind if we have a quick word?

About what?

There's been a few car thefts in the
area lately.

Look, I served me time, I run a straight
business now.

We're not presuming otherwise.

Then why come pestering me?

We just want to eliminate you from our
inquiries.

Well, the cars in question were all
sports cars.

Aston Martin, an MG, a Morgan.

Well, you can see I've got nothing like
that here.

Well, has anybody offered to sell you
cars of that type?

No. And if they did, I wouldn't touch
them with a badge pole.

Well, thanks for your time.

You'll let us know if anyone does.

And that's why I have always fought so
hard

for the elderly members.

of this constituency, the sooner we
raise the funds to purchase a minibus

the residents here at St Anselm's, the
better.

Thank you.

I mean, it does not go on a bit, does
it?

Councillor Blaketon, how are you?

Very well, Sir Nigel, and you?

Thirsty. Right, I'll get you a drink.

Good man.

I was just saying, Sir Nigel...
Excellent speech.

Oh, thank you. Well, I suppose as an MP
one has to have a gift for oratory.

I'm sure.

Don't think we've met, have we?

Vernon Scripps, art dealer.

Art? What sort of art? Oh, my taste is
very broad.

Not modern art, I hope. I detest that
stuff.

Then you're missing out, Sir Nigel.

There are some giants of the modern era.

Picasso, Matisse, Kokoschka.

Kokoschka. Sounds like somebody
sneezing.

Yes, very good.

Well, you'll have to educate me
sometime.

It'll be a pleasure. Anyway, must
circulate.

If I didn't know you better, I'd accuse
you of sucking up.

And I'd call that the pot calling the
kettle black.

Oh, hello, love. Hello.

What can I do for you?

Is Dennis around?

He certainly is.

Hello.

I wondered if you fancy going out for
dinner tonight.

Oh, I'd love to, but... Or perhaps I
could cook us something.

Great, make it my place.

OK. Ah, Jenny. Hi.

Any luck with Poulton?

Well, no grounds for suspicion.

I'll see you later.

Well, you'd better do the rounds of all
the other second -hand car dealers in

the area.

OK, Sarge, we'll go in the morning.

No, you won't.

You'll do it now.

So then...

I hear you made a big impression on our
MP.

Has someone been taking the mick?

Would I do a thing like that, Vernon?

You didn't even want me to meet Sir
Nigel.

Certainly not.

Why?

Do you know, if there's one thing I
can't stand, it's snobbery.

I believe in treating everyone the same,
Prince or pauper.

Don't I, David?

Oh, yes, Miss Vernon.

Hey, what, Vernon?

Do you want to get on the right side of
Sir Nigel? Do you want to try and help

him out with his fundraising?

Do you know, I might just do that.

Excuse me.

You aren't Vernon Scripps?

Yes.

The Vernon Scripps of the Tristan Mackle
paintings?

Indeed. I thought so. I recognise your
photograph from the paper.

Congratulations. Oh, thank you.

Peters. Ralph Peters.

I'm in the trade myself.

Dealing old paintings, antiques, so on.
Really?

Can I get you a drink?

Thank you.

Gina, can Mr Peters have a drink,
please?

Nothing at all, as far as I can see.

Strange.

But at least Jerry's given us a decent
description.

Aye, and I want him caught.

It's normally annoying.

It's embarrassing.

I'll have to give some thought to
getting you a uniform.

A uniform?

Yeah, well, if you're going to drive me
in the Bentley, you're going to have to

look the part, aren't you?

You mean you're going to let me drive
it?

Sir Nigel.

Vernon Scripps.

We met yesterday at the charity bash.

No, I'm the... I was the well -built
gentleman with the Oscar Bladeton

counsellor.

Yes, I've been giving some thought to
your appeal.

I've had a bit of a brainwave. I
wondered if we could discuss it

Webster's Hotel.

Excellent.

I'll be there.

Cheerio now.

Are you sure that's the right way up,
David?

Dennis must be upset.

Oh, you can say that again.

I mean, he takes a dim view of any kind
of crime, but his own home being broken

into. I meant you coming face to face
with an intruder.

Oh, I suppose he was.

You don't sound very sure.

Oh, you know Dennis.

He isn't really one for showing his
feelings.

Not even towards you.

He feels more than he lets on, I'm sure.

But it'd be nice if he let it show now
and again, eh?

Ah, Sir Nigel.

What will you have to drink?

G &T, thanks.

Large gin and tonic for Sir Nigel.

Good of you to spare the time.

Well, as I said, I don't have a lot
of... I quite understand.

Sorting constituent problems?

Lobbying ministers?

Actually, no. I've got an afternoon
shooting arranged.

Oh, I see.

Oh, well.

All work and no play, as they say.

So, what's your brainwave?

A grand auction.

We invite the community to donate any
unwanted antiques and bric -a -brac. We

flog it all off and give the proceeds to
the fund.

What a good idea.

And of course you could leave me to do
the organisation.

Even better.

Any luck with the second -hand car,
dealers?

Not so far.

Better tell Merton.

No, let's stay here and have a cup.

He'll only send us back out again.

I'd keep out of his way if I were you.

Why, how come?

Because someone broke into his house
last night and he's not in the best of

mood.

Oh, sorry, Fudge. Well, sorry he doesn't
find stolen cars, Bellamy.

Get back in the cave.

I want results.

Whereas the surrealists achieve their
effect by depicting ordinary objects in

unfamiliar surroundings.

Yeah, give me an example.

Let me see. If I were to paint an Eccles
cake inside a budgerigar cage, then

that would make you look at Eccles cakes
in a completely different way.

Would it? Oh, definitely.

Yeah.

I'm not sure I'm quite getting your
drift, but you must know what you're

about or you wouldn't have made a
fortune.

Well, it's very nice making money.

But I must say, I've got to the stage
where I'd like to put a bit back into

community. As have we all.

Which brings us back to the auction.

I'll get it underway immediately.

I'm sure the response will be
tremendous.

Excellent. Look, I should be blasting
present.

I really must go.

Serious, Sir Nigel.

Good shooting.

It'll be Vernon Scripps MBE before you
know it.

Scripps MBE.

Scripps MBE.

Vernon Scripps.

Not the Vernon Scripps.

It is.

How exciting.

Ralph was saying he'd met you last
night.

Ah, hello there. What brings you here?

I wanted to ask a favour.

I'm working on a major charitable
project with Sir Nigel Featherstone.

Oh, I see. We're holding an auction,
inviting the public to donate antiques

so on.

We thought you might be able to help.

How exactly?

Well, I thought in addition to the
auction we could perhaps offer a

service.

You know, for people with an heirloom in
the attic want to know the value of it.

You want me to do the valuations? For a
small charge.

Which, of course, you could donate to
the fund.

I'm right up to my neck at the moment.

Oh, I'm sure you can find time for such
a worthy cause.

Yes, of course.

Excellent.

You cheer her up. It's not like you lost
your life saving her.

No, it's not just a break -in.

I've got an uncomfortable feeling about
it.

I've got the chief super breathing down
my neck over these stolen cars.

Sorry. Obviously the last thing you want
to do is take me out for a drink.

That's not what I mean, Jenny. Well,
that's how it sounds.

Look, why don't you just drop me off and
anything to do with your work?

Oh, there's no need for that.

Jenny.

on there, then?

Communication problems?

Who knows?

Well, it's a relief, really, isn't it?

What is?

Well, not to be involved in anything
like that.

You know, to be free and single.

Ah, just the people I was hoping to see.

I'm organising... Oh, no.

There's no need for this, you know.
Look, your attention's miles away.

the point?

The response already has been fantastic.

Now, when do people have rung up
offering items?

Well, I'll have to have a look around at
home. I'm sure I've got something I can

send in.

What about you, Gina?

I'm sure you've got an old antique you'd
like to get rid of.

Yeah, only Oscar.

And who'd want him, eh?

I heard that.

I'm sure you'll be able to contribute
something, Oscar.

Well, I'll think about it.

Only Sir Nigel and I are very keen to
make it a success.

Oh, Sir Nigel and I now. Do you know,
it's as if we've known each other years.

He's joining me for a drink in here
tonight.

Oh, aye.

Don't scoff, Oscar.

Ah, Sir Nigel.

Vernon, good evening.

What are you having?

Oh, thanks. Usual, please.

Large gin and tonic for Sir Nigel. And
get everyone else a drink.

Oh, Sir Nigel, this is Ralph Peters.
He'll be doing our valuations.

Good man.

Pleased to meet you, Sir Nigel.

I hear you've been roped in for this
auction, Sir Nigel. Well, I wouldn't say

roped in.

When an eminent chap like Vernon comes
up with a scheme, we all need to back it

to the hilt. Well, we're still waiting
to hear what contribution Vernon is

making, aren't we?

Sorry? You're right.

Well, of course, you'll be putting
something into the sale as well.

Yes, of course.

What about one of your mackerel
paintings?

Tower Bridge.

I remember it well.

Excellent. Now that would make a
marvellous centrepiece to the event and

some high -profile dealers to the sale.

Yes, it would.

What a generous chap.

What an asset to the community.

I feel guilty.

You don't need to.

You've got work to do and I do
understand.

I hope you do.

What I'm not so sure about is where I
fit in.

What do you mean?

Where's it going?

You and me.

I need to know whether you think there's
any future in this.

And I don't want an answer now, but I
think we should talk about it soon.

Aidensfield Police.

Right.

Can I take your address, please, sir?

I'll be right there.

In here.

I went to get something out of the
garage and noticed that the doors had

forced.

It's vanished.

What for the car was it?

A Morgan.

Bought it only a couple of years ago.
Just use it occasionally.

It's my pride and joy.

I could imagine.

No?

That's something for forensics to go on.

We'll get them onto it first thing.
There's been a few sports cars stolen in

area. So you don't think I'll ever see
it again?

We think they're being targeted by a
highly professional gang.

We'll do what we can, Mr Peters.

How could murder me?

Murder who, Mr Vernon? Oscar Blooming
Blaketon.

Can't get over the fact that I might
take killing out of that painting of

Only put me in a position where I've had
to donate Tower Bridge.

I mean, how can I call myself an art
dealer when I haven't got a single

left to sell?

Well, I suppose I find my missing. I'm
doing it.

Ah.

Raise the money for the old folks.

Vernon Scripps.

Member of the British Empire.

You can pull one for me, too.

What's wrong with old Dennis?

Doesn't he fancy a cuddle tonight?

Let me go.

Sorry, love, no can do.

No steam with me until I get what I
want.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Walser. Most
generous of you.

Mr Gardner, Holly Lane.

Got an antique carriage clock. Reckons
it's worth 50 quid.

So we haven't a single worthwhile lead
in any of these stolen cars and now

another one's gone.

This is a set -up, isn't it?

I'm sorry.

Who's in charge here?

I am.

You've got someone to make that call.

What call?

Earlier this morning.

You've got someone to call me pretending
to have a Morgan for sale. Prepare to

accept a low price, no questions asked.
A Morgan.

Sarge, it's Dr Merrick for you.

Tell her I'll call her back.

Let's get this straight.

Someone's offered to sell you what you
believe to be a stolen Morgan. Yes.

It wasn't us, Mr. Poulton.

Please come through.

This could be the breakthrough we are
looking for.

I don't understand.

Did the caller give any clue to his
identity?

No, I just said get lost. I'm not
interested.

Did he offer you any other cars?

Just the Morgan.

Right. If he phones you again, it's
vital you let us know.

But first, let's get all the details off
you.

Do you know, David, it's amazing.

When I was, how shall I put it, on my
way up, people didn't want to give me

time of day.

Now I'm a celebrity, they're queuing up
to help.

What's up?

It's gone.

What has?

Tower Bridge.

Merton. Dennis, it's Liv.

Oh, Liv, sorry. I was supposed to call
you back, wasn't I?

Oh, not to worry. You're obviously very
busy.

Well, I am, but what can I do for you?

Dennis, have you seen Jenny?

Not since last night. Why?

She didn't turn up to work today.

Really?

Yeah, I phoned her flat a few times, but
there's no answer.

Maybe she's ill.

I'd better pop over there.

OK, thank you. I'll phone you back.

Was it insured?

I intended to get it insured. I just
never got round to it.

What am I going to do?

Well, tell the police.

I can't tell the police. The whole world
will get to know, including Sir Nigel.

Well, it's not your fault. That's not
the point.

I promised I'd donate him that painting.

He's got dealers coming from all over to
bid for it.

Oh, well, that's it, isn't it?

I mean, that is it.

Bang goes the MBE.

Bang goes your what?

Oh, never mind.

What am I going to tell Sir Nigel?

Unless... Unless what?

Wait here.

I won't be long.

Jenny?

Jenny?

So, Dennis, she's not at home.

I wouldn't turn around if I were you.

Who is her?

You'll find out soon enough.

Just drive.

Where's Jenny?

Don't worry about her.

It's fine.

Just tell me what this is all about.

Did you get a message about a reunion?

Yes. Well, who did?

Who are you?

I've left you a memory.

Eight years ago.

Leeds. Bank job.

Acting on information received from a
police informant.

Two men arrested.

Joffini and... Eddie Harvey.

Very good.

How come you're out?

Turn round.

Six months to live.

I reckon I'm not fit to do anyone any
harm now.

What do you want, Eddie?

Just a name and an address.

What name?

There's only one name I want from you,
isn't there?

I want to know who grafted us up.

I don't know. Poor the other one.

That was just a lonely DC.

Who happened to be the arresting
officer?

Key witness at the trial? Of course you
know.

Well, even if I did know, it would be
more than my job's worth to tell you.

than your job's worth?

What about the life of your girlfriend?

If any harm comes to her... No point
making threats against a dying man,

You know it was.

And I want to know where they are now.

Get out.

You've got 24 hours to come up with that
information.

If you don't...

I should start looking for a new
girlfriend.

Are you ready?

I can't do this.

Look, David, I know it's a long shot.
All I'm asking is that you try and give

a go.

Well, go on.

Oh!

Keep going.

So, I wondered where you got to.

near Shyrokes Farm.

Who knows where he could be holding a
prisoner.

How dangerous is he, Sarge?

Well, he was bad enough eight years ago.
He and Feeney used firearms on several

occasions.

And now he's terminally ill.

Nothing whatsoever to lose.

Doesn't bear thinking about.

Do you know who shot him, Sarge?

A man named Jim Boyd.

We've been after him for years.

Caught him red -handed on a post office
raid.

Our bosses did a deal. He gave good
information on half the criminal

in Leeds, Harvey and Feeney among them.

Look, it looks nothing like Tower
Bridge.

Well, neither does the picture.

I mean, look, if you want me to paint
Tower Bridge, you've got to know what it

looks like.

David, you know what Tower Bridge looks
like.

It looks like... Oh, where's that
encyclopaedia?

Here.

That's what it looks like.

But... Well, just use your imagination.

Oh.

Dennis, have you heard anything yet?

I thought you might want some company.

I just keep thinking about her.

What she's going through.

Jenny's tough. She'll be okay.

You don't understand.

Mine's desperate.

If anything were to happen to her, and
it's because of me she's in this

situation.

Plus, as a fact, the last time I spoke
to her, we had a row.

In the pub?

That didn't look like much of a row. I
was there.

She was upset.

Then she asked me a question I really
should have been able to give an answer

to.

And I didn't.

What question?

Doesn't matter.

David, it's Tristan Mackerel.

It's incredible.

A few hours, he said. What's going on?

Martin.

Hello?

Eddie.

I've made a few inquiries, yes.

I can't tell you over the phone.

I'm prepared to tell you what I know.

But only if you let Jenny go at the same
time.

Okay.

Agreed.

One moment.

I'll kill myself.

Maybe we should have been there half an
hour ago.

It's still sticking.

Well, we'll tell people not to touch it.
I'm a bit worried about this. Why?

Well, because it's like... Well, it's
cheating.

Look, whoever buys it will get something
identical to

the original, only newer.

I mean, what's wrong with that?

OK, thank you, sir.

We're due to meet Harvey in two hours.

Division are sending armed support.

They'll have roadblocks on surrounding
roads, but they'll keep a low profile.

All negotiations will be left to me.

That should be a police station.

Yes.

When you say negotiations, Sarge, you're
not actually going to reveal Jim Boyd's

whereabouts? I couldn't if I wanted to.

Boyd died two years ago.

Okay. So we'll just have to hope I can
persuade him that as there's no chance

him getting what he actually wants, he
should let Jenny go.

Thanks for letting us know.

Uh, that was Scarborough Police, Flash.

Uh, those stolen sports cars, they
arrested a couple of blokes last night

admitted taking the cars in this area.

Thank goodness we wrapped that up, at
least.

Uh, not quite. They found a Morgan, but
its details don't match Ralph Peters'

car. All right, Ventus, you go over to
Mr. Peters and see if you can clear that

up. Yes.

Bellamy, crane.

Let's go.

Must be

painful to part with it, Vernon.

I know the feeling.

Indeed.

But I just keep thinking of the cause,
you know.

Good morning.

All ready to go?

We are, Sir Nigel.

Good Lord, what's that?

That's the painting I'm donating, Sir
Nigel.

It looks like something a child could
have done.

Don't you agree?

Well, uh... Well, that's true when you
first see it, but, of course, the more

you look at it, the more you realise
that beneath that charmingly naive

surface... there is a deep and
sophisticated meaning.

Aye, what meaning?

Yes, well, I haven't got time to go into
that now.

But whoever buys it will be taking
advantage of a major investment

Probably double its value in two years.
Really? I'm so sorry I'm late.

That's all right, Ralph.

But there are quite a few people queuing
up to pick your brains.

Good.

You all right, Ralph?

Yes.

Yes.

It's just a heck of a pain.

All right, everyone.

We're ready to start.

Give me 20.

Thank you, sir.

Any advance on 20?

At 20, then?

Sold. Sold for 20 pounds to the
gentleman over there.

We're early, Sergeant.

Not into all units.

We're in position here.

And now we shall move on to... Going a
treat, Sir Nigel.

It is a fine English porcelain teapot
decorated with nice gold and blue

and a non -dripped spout.

What's going on, love?

Is that Ralph Peters' car?

Look, it's nothing to do with me.

You reported it missing.

I don't know anything about that.

You're quite sure about that, love?
He'll kill me.

I don't think so.

He's in financial trouble.

He's made a claim on the insurance.

And he's trying to flog the car through
a dodgy car dealer.

He got nervous about the castle being
here outside the house.

He asked if I could put it in my garage.

I see.

What's that?

I think you'd better tell us what else
is going on.

Sarge.

So, who was he?

His name was Jim Boyd.

Jim Boyd.

So maybe he turned out to be.

So where is he?

He's dead, Eddie.

You're lying.

He was an alcoholic.

He died of liver failure two years ago.

You making this up?

I'm not, Eddie.

I have a number for his widow.

As soon as you let Jenny go, you can
phone her for confirmation.

You think I'm falling for this?

Just let her go, Eddie.

And get out of here, eh?

Not till I know the truth.

Eddie. Santa Claus.

Stay there!

He's gone. He still has Jenny with him.

No one took any risk.

And how many?

That's over 400 pounds raised already.

Splendid. Now for the big one.

And now for the highlight of the
auction, lot number 36.

An unfinished painting by the celebrated
artist Tristan Macroff, entitled

Tower Bridge.

Generously donated by the organiser of
this function, Mr Vernon Scripps.

1 ,000 pounds?

Thank you, sir.

1 ,350.

1 ,400.

Now, this is one of the most fashionable
artists in the country, remember?

1 ,450.

Thank you, sir. 1 ,450.

I hear 1 ,700.

Are we all done?

Are we sure?

1 ,700.

And the second.

Will you get up?

Please!

Sold to Sir Nigel for £1 ,700.

Congratulations! You've certainly got a
bargain there, Sir Nigel. Well, as

Vernon says, it's an investment first
and foremost, but in any case, it's

growing on me already.

Vernon.

If you don't mind, I really should be
getting off.

Oh, well, fine, and thanks very much for
your help. Yeah, it's a pleasure.

Ralph Beecher's?

Yeah, that's right.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of
attempted deception and theft.

What? You're not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so. But what you

may say may be put in writing and given
in evidence.

There must be a mistake.

Well, clearly they're more stout. This
man's a friend of mine.

Well, maybe you should choose your
friends more carefully.

What? His neck's something of yours.

Good Lord.

What?

Can you explain this?

You know, I really thought I'd had it.

Well, you know what the moral of this
story is, Jenny? If you want a quiet

don't get involved with a copper. Well,
maybe I don't want a quiet life.

Well, I think you've had enough
excitement for one day, don't you?

Maybe.

And maybe it's time we got you home.

Are you sure you're going to be all
right?

Well, nothing that a good night's sleep
wouldn't sort out.

Night, then.

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

So, Oscar, what's all this about
Vernon's painting?

How long have you got?

Good for them, eh, Gina?

How do you mean?

Well, Sarge and Jenny have been all
lovey -dovey.

Hang on a sec, Phil.

It was only the other day you were
saying how glad you were not to be

with anyone.

Yeah, well, you know I didn't mean it.

Honest? Of course not.

Good.

I'm glad.

Nightcap? Oh, definitely.

I don't want you to go on your own
tonight.

You'll stay over.

That conversation you wanted to have...
Oh, look, don't worry about that now.

There is something I want to say.

What?

I love you.