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

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

You've got a nerve moving back here.

You don't remember me, do you?

Should I?

Maybe not.

But you'll remember me, Dad.

Charlie Walker.

He never did recover, you know. He
didn't even last the year out.

I had nothing to do with that, all
right.

You're a liar!

Oh, go to hell!

You see, David, dominoes isn't just a
game of chance.

It requires both brains and skill.

More like the common man's chess,
really.

It does make one wonder why David keeps
beating you at it.

Chips.

There is, of course, an element of luck
involved in any game.

Jethro Woods.

And I thought you were dead.

Or was that just wishful thinking on my
part?

Write a picture, please.

You are joking, of course.

Look, Blaketon, I told you then, I'll
tell you now, I had nothing to do with

that job.

That was a pig, wasn't it?

I just saw it fly past the window.

And I'll tell you this, I now know who
did do it. And so do I. I always have.

In fact, I'm looking straight at him.

Now get out!

There's some sort of problem, Oscar.

Nothing I can't handle.

This gentleman was just leaving.

Weren't you, Woods?

What was all that about, Oscar?

That bloke committed a murder and got
away with it.

Mr Vernon?

In here.

Yes,

madam. Can I be of assistance?

I ran from London yesterday about
booking a funeral with you for my late

husband. Oh, yes. It'll be Mrs Barker,
will it? That's right.

Yes. Excuse me a moment.

So, not a local man, Mrs Parker, your
late nearest and dearest?

He was originally, yes, but he left the
area when he was still quite young.

It was always his wish that he be buried
back here in the family grave at

Aidensfield. A most understandable
sentiment.

After all, I do think that whatever
dizzy heights I may ascend to in this

I'd want to be laid to rest amongst my
own when I finally pop me clogs.

Quite.

And his full name would be James Parker,
would it, Mrs Parker?

That's right.

Right, yes. As I understand it,
arrangements for interment in the parish

have already been put in train.

Yes, I'm seeing the vicar this
afternoon.

Right. If you could give us some idea of
the sort of casket you had in mind, Mrs

Parker. As you can see, we have a wide
and varied collection.

Although I personally would be inclined
towards the mahogany.

A wood that lasts, I always say.

All that has already been taken care of
back in London. But he will need to be

collected from the train this afternoon
and brought here to the Chapel of Rest

for a couple of days.

That will be Aidensfield Station, will
it, Mrs. Parker?

At two o 'clock today.

Right. Yes, we'll make all the necessary
arrangements, Mrs. Parker.

Thank you.

Well, he's got a bit of a nerve. Going
into Oscar Blaketon's pub, of all

after that coshing business.

What coshing business was that, then?

Well, it happened when you were wiping
your nose on the sleeve of your romper

suit and thought that birds were
feathery things that lived in trees.

That long since, eh?

Thanks.

Who's this that got coshed, then?

Charlie Walker, a local businessman.

He was relieved of the entire payroll of
a factory that he owned.

And this Charlie Walker died as a
result, did he? Not immediately, no. But

was convinced it was that that killed
him.

Because he didn't last the year out.

I'm pleased about you, Walt.

I love everything you talk.

When you talk, talk.

Did you have to throw Woods to get done
for it?

No. Never got to court.

He ought to have done, though.

But we had a tip -off fingering Woods
for it, and when we raided his house, we

found the actual briefcase that Walker
had used to put the money in.

It was in Woods' dustbin.

What is that?

Who used the panda card last?

I did that.

In that case, I'll have a look at it, if
I were you, Ventress.

Somebody's left a message on it for you.

Oh.

Very comical, I must say.

Right, two rooms in the names of... Mr.
Parkin and Mr. Lasky.

Right, Mrs. Parkin, would you care to
see the rooms?

They won't be necessary.

Well, if you'd be kind enough to sign
just there.

Thank you.

Will you excuse me?

Hello, Harry.

Bites of visit, please, Oscar.

Like the pine trees lining the winding
road, I've got a name.

I've got a name.

Like the singing bird and the croaking
toad, I've got a name.

Eva, my dear. How are you? I'm taking
your advice and taking you to stay at

home.

That he kept his.

Mr.

Scripps, from Scripps Funeral Services,
who is handling the arrangements.

This is Mr. Lasky, a close friend of my
late husband's.

Pleasure to meet you.

It's a pity it wouldn't be on the happy
circumstances.

Right.

Come along, David.

One large whiskey.

Thanks.

Is it right Jethro Woods was in here
last night?

It is.

But for what it's worth, I didn't serve
him.

Something's got to be done about him.

You just keep out of trouble, Harry.

He's not worth it.

It's the last thing in the world your
dad would have wanted.

No, but my dad's not here, is he?

And you and me both know whose fault
that is, don't we, Oscar?

Would you like the casket open, Mrs.
Parker?

Opened? Well, people often do, in case
members of the family want to pay their

last respects to their nearest and
dearest. I wouldn't think so, Mr

No?

To the best of our knowledge, James had
no surviving family, and I think Eva

would find all of that far too
upsetting. Am I right, Eva?

Oh, yes.

Right.

Well, if you need to get in touch, we're
staying at the Aidensfield Arms.

Of course.

Come along, mate.

Do you know, there are times, David,
when I find myself wondering whether

emotionally equipped for this line of
work.

Did you get the registration number of
this motorbike, Mr Woodson?

No, it's already halfway round the
corner by the time I got outside.

But there's no doubt in my mind who it
was.

And who would that be?

Charlie Walker's son, of course.

He's been round here once already,
threatening what he's going to do to me.

What brings you back to Amersfield?

Why should I come back if I want to? I
do come from round here.

But you must have known you were likely
to face local hostility after what

happened to Charlie Walker.

I'm not surprised.

Especially after the way you lot tried
to stitch me up for a job I didn't do.

But then again, nobody tells me where I
can or can't live.

I mean, while I want something to do
with that maniac who just broke my front

window, all right.

Right, Mr Woods.

Pillar up, please.

What's the name of this place, then?

Gateway to the Moors, right?

I wouldn't say that, exactly.

Can I help you, sir?

You, er, have a toilet here, do you?

I'm afraid it's for staff use only.

You could try the pub across the road.

Thanks.

Well, there you go.

Somebody threw a brick through his
window, eh? Well, I can't go

course, sorry.

Any idea who?

Woods reckoned it was Charlie Walker
from Harry.

Oh, more than likely. He was in here
earlier on getting steamed up about it.

The evil that men do... Pardon?

...lives after them.

Shakespeare. Well, I'll take your word
for it.

I heard you were the arresting officer
when Jethro Woods got nicked for

death. Yeah, that's right. I had him
banged to right for it, too.

How come the case was dropped?

Not to me. It was political.

How come?

Woods demanded to see a lawyer, and when
his brief arrived, he found him with a

broken nose covered in blood.

He'd done it himself, but he said I'd
done it, trying to get a confession out

him. I can't believe they fell for that
one.

Neither could I.

But there'd been some unwelcome
publicity in the papers about alleged

brutality, and the last thing they
wanted upstairs was more of the same.

I see.

I did think about resigning, but I had
my pension to think about.

And if I had resigned, everyone would
have believed I was guilty, that I did

give him a good hiding, and I was being
forced to jump before I was put.

Still don't understand why we have to
bother with the vicar.

Just a point, and I concur with him.

Dr. Truskett? Yes?

Eva Parker.

Oh, yes, do come in, please.

There is complication, I'm afraid.

Oh? It's about the deeds.

The deeds? To the Parker family grave.

I wasn't aware you had deeds to a grave.
Oh, yes.

Graves, after all, are property, just
like houses.

Whoever holds the deeds dictates, well,
who can be buried there.

But it's the family grave.

Which means that the grave, and
therefore the deeds, becomes the

some member of that family.

But wouldn't that be my husband as the
last surviving member?

He isn't.

There's a brother.

Mr... Eli Parker.

Really? Oh, yes.

It seems that Mr. Eli Parker objects
most strongly to his late brother being

laid to rest there.

But why?

From what I can gather, Mrs. Parker, he
and your late husband did not enjoy the

warmest of relations.

The very suggestion that his brother
might be interred there provoked what I

only describe as a torrent of profanity
from Mr. Parker.

So, where did that leave us? Between the
rock and the hard place, I suppose.

Unless Mr. Parker can be prevailed upon
to have a change of heart.

Father. Father.

What are we going to do?

Well, first of all, find out where this
brother of his lives, I suppose. Why

didn't James ever mention it, the stupid
old fool?

Hello, guess who this is.

Yeah. Well, now I'm back, I just
wondered whether you fancy having a

bevvies. Have a chat about how well
you've done for yourself since.

It's always puzzled me how you managed
it.

Then one morning when we were flopping
hard in Armley, Alec Borthroy told me

exactly how.

Yeah.

So now I know what happened. I think you
owe me.

Say I'm a bad boy Say I'm a bad boy

Say I'm a bad boy Even dear

old dad when he gets mad Says I'm a bad
boy Says

I'm a bad boy Says I'm a bad boy

Well, you see, now I've got a girl and
we stay out late almost every

night.

Well, the people just stare and they
declare.

Just remind me, David, is it 10 minutes
or 20 minutes we've been sitting here

waiting to be served?

All right, hang on.

Sarcasm is not only the lowest form of
wit. It's also a guaranteed way of

sure that you don't get served at all.
Now, what was it? It's just slipped my

mind.

A whisky and half a bitter.

Allow me, gentlemen.

Make that a large whisky in a pint.

Oh, that's very nice of you, Mr Lusky.

Cheers, Mr Lusky.

Well, not the happiest of occasions, eh,
Mr Lusky?

Seeing a close friend laid to rest. No,
indeed not.

And not being made any easier by the
latest development, I'm afraid.

Oh, you think?

I was wondering if you two might perhaps
help us.

Oh, I... Something here. You

don't have a penny to spend But

you're feeling all right Soon it'll be
the weekend

So you're feeling all right

You know Eli Parker, don't you?

Well, let's say our paths have crossed
on occasion.

Yeah, and the last time they did, he
threatened to shoot Alfred with his 12

-bore if he caught him on his land
again.

Who's Alfred?

Always my dog.

He reckoned he was worrying his sheep,
but he didn't have any sheep.

So, what are the chances of getting him
to change his mind?

Well, with your accent slim to none, I'd
say, Mr Lasky.

However... If the approach came from
someone more local, say, offering

What sort of money?

I'd start with 30 quid and work your way
up, depending how bright the gleam in

his eye is.

Well, I think we can go along with that,
don't you, Eva?

Only thing to see poor James finally lay
to rest, you know that.

And, of course, it goes without saying,
there'll be 20 coming your way if you

manage to put it off for us, Mr Scripps.

Oh, the last thought in my head was that
there would be anything in it for me.

Dr. Merrick?

Where?

I'm on my way.

Who?

If the point of impact was about here,
have a look at this.

Which means that where they hit him,
that it's worth to do it.

Exactly. Yeah.

What sort of shape is he in, Doctor?

He's still alive, but only just.

And has the man who was run over been
identified?

It's Jethro Wood, Sarge. The man Oscar
Blaketon refused to serve the other

night. He also got a brick through his
window.

Really? How is he?

Well, he was still touch and go when we
spoke to the hospital a couple of hours

ago.

Did one other thing, Sarge. The tire
mark's left in the mud.

I used to do some motorcycle scrambling,
and the treads were definitely from

scrambling tires.

They have certain distinctive features.

Well, in that case, get copies of these
and take them round local dealers.

See if they ring any bells.

I'll get on to the division and let them
know we have a hit and run on our

hands. Right, Fudge.

Sergeant Merton?

Yes?

Right, Doctor, thanks for letting us
know.

Correction.

Seems we have a death on our hands.

So, deliberate or accidental, do you
reckon?

I'd say deliberate.

Looks like he spun round here and made
off the way he came.

Didn't quite manage to avoid the wall,
Sarge. These marks here, anything to go

by?

I think these are... Yeah.

These are the time marks we
photographed, sir.

Has anyone had a word with Harry Walker
yet about the brick -throwing incident?

Not to mention his movements last night.

I did try to get hold of him, sir, but
there wasn't anyone in.

Then let's try again, shall we?

Right.

Right, you two, keep out of sight.

I'll handle this.

What's up?

Smackdown's done.

What is it?

I don't know.

Hang on a minute.

Mr. Parker, we have met.

Not got that mangy dog with you, have
you?

No, no, no.

We've had him put down, like you
suggested.

I was wondering if I could have a word.

What about?

This unfortunate little misunderstanding
that seems to have arisen about laying

your brother to rest in the family
grave.

There's no misunderstanding about it.

There's none of us care to tinker's cuss
for him when he were alive, especially

me mother.

And she'd turn in that grave if she knew
he were lying on top of her.

Well, I must say, I do admire the
principled stand you're taking over

Because some people would jump at the 30
quid that's on offer for you to change

your mind.

30 quid?

That's what his dearest friends are
prepared to offer as a token of their

appreciation if you were to see your way
to changing your mind about this.

Think I'll betray my own mother for a
miserable 30 quid?

And they may be prevailed upon to go
even higher if I were to have another

with them.

How much higher?

Look, why don't you put the gun down and
we'll talk about it?

Where were you last night between ten
and quarter past?

At the pictures.

On your own?

Yeah. Do you often go to the pictures on
your own?

Only when I've been stood up.

And who was it stood you up?

Her name was Gloria.

Some burner picked up a dance on
Saturday night.

I never caught her second name.

Tell us about the brick that got thrown
through Jethro Wood's window the night

before.

I know nothing about that.

Our information is that you threatened
Jethro Wood. I told him what I thought

him, yeah.

Did you know Mr. Woods was killed last
night by a hidden run driver?

No.

He wasn't, was he?

Well, what a terrible loss, eh?

To society.

You find that funny?

No funnier than when my own dad died
after what that scum did to him.

I didn't kill him, if that's what you're
suggesting.

A word of advice, son.

Try to find out Gloria's second name.
We'll want to talk to her to corroborate

that part of your story anyway.

He is responsible, sir.

He said they didn't use the bike he's
working on.

The tyre patterns are completely
different from the ones we photographed.

But tyres can be changed, can't they,
Constable?

Go on, flip back out.

Flip.

Push it. Lift the front, lift the front.

Stop moving it. I've got it out front.

You do it.

Shall we take it to place or something?

If they did, they'd just keep it. That'd
be the last we'd save it.

So let's clean it up and see if we can
get it going.

You know, Shiner reckons Walker's your
man. He's crazy.

Well, Walker does have something of a
reputation for being a hothead, Oscar.

Which is why I can easily believe it was
him that chucked the brick through the

window. But hit and run?

Never. Not his style.

Not even against Woods.

Phil, where's Gina?

Well, I think the usual word to describe
her condition is blooming.

The blooming what? I'd rather not say.

The last couple of months are always the
worst.

You men really don't know you're born,
do you?

Anyway, when are you and that immortal
sergeant of ours going to start a

We're in no hurry.

Neither were we.

Mr Peters?

D .I. Shiner.

There's been an accident involving a
scrambling bike. I'm wondering if you

help us identify the tyre marks.

Do you have any pictures of the tyre
marks? No, of course.

They're definitely scrambler tyres, but
there's nothing unique about the path.

All scrambler bikes have tyres like
this.

Well, thanks for your help, Mr Peters.
If anything does occur to you, you know

where to find us.

Right.

All right, give it a go.

I suppose we should be grateful you're
still alive to tell the tale after

up to that old barn pot.

You should have seen him, Mr. Scripps.
He just stood there and looked old Mr.

Parker right in the eyes.

I was very proud of you, Mr. Vernon.

Well, you know what they say, David.

Cometh the hour, cometh the man.

It all boils down to having confidence
in one's ability to control a situation.

Not to mention the 20 quid he gave you.

Let's get out of here.

Yeah, I think so.

Can you stand up for me?

Yeah. You can put your weight on it.

What were you thinking of? You didn't
even look.

I'm without a crash helmet on.

Is it your bike?

We found it.

Found it?

Down the quarry.

What, it was just left there?

They were lying in the water.

Come over here for me.

Are you sure you're all right?

Yeah, I'm fine, Sarge.

Just a bit sore, that's all.

The tie -treads certainly match you up.

All right, Barnaby, get on to forensics.
Get on to have a look at it, just in

case any fingerprints have survived.

Right, Sarge.

Sarge?

What number do you live in?

74. 74.

Sarge?

What is it? You having second thoughts
about going home?

No, no, I'm fine, honestly.

It's just the night Oscar Blaketon took
him out of the pub, Jethro Woods swore

blind he was never involved in the
caution of Harry Walker's father, but

now knew who had done it.

I suppose he was telling the truth.

Really had been fitted up.

Not by Oscar Blaketon, surely?

No, Sarge, by the real robber.

Ever since Jethro Woods came back to
Aidensfield, he's been telling everyone

knew who did the job.

Would explain why he was killed.

Stop him talking.

Could be right.

Take another look at the bike outside.

See if you can find the serial number.

Then go on to the manufacturer and find
out which dealer they supplied it to.

Okay. Sarge. Yes, sir.

There we go.

See you in the morning.

David, I think a drink's in order.

Oh, thanks, Mr. Byrne.

We'll let it get dark first, shall we,
Boyle?

John

Peters

of Peters Motorcycles.

The one Inspector Shiner and I saw the
other day, Sarge. And who, according to

the manufacturer, was supplied with a
motorbike with that particular frame

number only a few months back.

So get on to him and find out who he
sold it to. If he sold it to anyone,

is, Sarge.

Oh? Now, Peters wasn't always the
respectable pillar of the community that

nowadays. He was a right tearaway in his
youth.

Was he? More to the point, Sarge.

Who do you think his bosom pal was in
those days?

Not Jethro Woods.

So you can confirm, Mr Peters, that this
particular bike was supplied to you by

the manufacturer?

If that's what their records show, how
could I dispute it?

But as to who it was sold on to...

We supply scores of bikes during the
course of the year, Sergeant, so

to say.

You presumably keep records.

We do, but, well, it's never been what
you might call one of my strong points,

bookkeeping.

Let's talk about Jethro Woodstein, shall
we?

The victim of the hit -and -run.

You did know him, didn't you?

Vaguely, I suppose.

Well, rather better than that, surely.

Our information is that you two were the
best of friends.

Partners in crime, in fact, on more than
one occasion.

Look, I was young and stupid then, OK?

Then one day I suddenly realised it was
a mugs game, and I've gone straight ever

since. And one of the first people I
dropped was Jethro Woods.

And was it about that time you opened
this place?

That's right.

It's quite a leap, isn't it? From petty
thief to leading motorcycle supplier.

Or is it that you suddenly came into
some money?

As a matter of fact, I did.

And this windfall just happened to
coincide with the robbing of Charlie

No, this uncle of mine over in Australia
died.

I'd always been a favourite of his
before he emigrated.

And the name of this uncle?

Ben.

Uncle Ben Peters.

And whereabouts in Australia did he
live?

Sydney.

Where were you the night that Jethro
Woods was killed, Mr Peters?

At home with the wife.

A fact you'll be only too happy to
confirm.

Right, then.

We'll leave it there for the moment.

Thank you.

He's our man, all right, Sarge? Has to
be.

What if his wife backs up a story that
he was with her all night?

On the other hand, if we can prove
that...

He was the one who robbed Charlie
Walker, even though it was years ago.

Check out this Australia business, will
you?

Willie Uncle Dan.

Right, Sarge.

Why are you doing this, Mr Vernon?

Look, it's not just about the break -in
last night. It's all the other things as

well.

Like what?

Well, you must have noticed when we
carried that coffin that there wasn't

weight, even for an old fella.

And then there's the age difference
between Eva and her late husband.

I mean, what's a good -looking bird
doing with an old daughter?

I know, but it all requires further
investigation.

Go on, David.

Get the ram.

We'll switch it on. We haven't got all
night.

Oh, terrific.

Hang on, I've got an idea.

Why don't we just turn the lights on?
But hardly, David.

See, and barely is that for the police
to give a special eye on the place.

You have got a match, I hope.

What was that?

Don't just stand there. Blow it out.

Quick.

Ready?

Oh, will you look at all that lovely
Luca. Bingo.

What the? Put it down there.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Mr.

Blanchard. You've got to do something.

About what?

It's the Chapel of Wrath. They've broken
in again.

Mr Vernon's in there.

Are they behind him?

All right, David, all right. Oscar,
phone Crane and tell him to get some

over here.

Now, David, calm down and tell me
exactly what's happening.

It's nothing to do with me. I just work
here. Shut up!

Right. All right, Taffy, put him down.

And then put your hands up, the pair of
you.

A most timely entrance, Mr Lusky.

And that includes you, Scripps.

But I... Just do it.

Now, as I understood it, the plan was to
bury the money until everything had

cooled down a bit.

Yeah, well, let's just say we decided to
take our share now, all right?

Well, then you're an even bigger cretin
than I thought you were, Evans.

In case you don't know, when a mail van
has been robbed, the police circulate

the numbers of the notes that have been
stolen, which means the minute you try

and spend any of it, they jump on you
from a great height.

That's our problem, isn't it?

Well, now, it becomes our problem if,
because of your stupidity, we all end up

getting nicked.

Look, just give us our share and we take
our chances, OK?

Oh, yes.

And if I agreed, what exactly do you
propose to do about Mr Scripps here,

he can presumably identify every one of
us?

Well, there'll be plenty of room in the
coffin for a body, once we've emptied

it.

Oh, you lads, we'll have your little
joke.

Two things I never joke about, boyo.

Money and bodies.

But on just the two of them, you see.

Yeah. There might be four.

How do you mean?

Well, when David said the place was
being burgled, a man and a woman ran

Well, that was Lasky and Mrs Parker. And
it's her husband that's lying in the

coffin in the Chapel of Rest.

Did you call Astley for backup?

Yes, Sarge.

Also, Bellamy's in the area. He's on his
way.

Right.

In that case...

All we need to do is... He's stolen.

So what happened to Eli Parker's
brother, the one that was supposed to be

coffin? Alive and well and helping us
with our inquiries back in London.

It was his idea to use his family grave
to hide the money in.

Despite his mother, principally.

His mother?

Apparently he never forgave her for
kicking him out all those years ago.

And it appealed to his sense of humour
to stash the money in the same grave as

her, in a coffin, with his own name on
it.

Here. A telegram you've been waiting for
from Australia.

All right, thanks.

Sarge? Well?

This Uncle Ben of yours, the one who
left you all the money.

Oh, yes.

He emigrated to Australia, you see.

When I was still a kid, yes.

The immigration authorities over there
have no record of him, you see.

Any more than the Sydney authorities
have of any British immigrant of that

having died down the last 20 years.

How do you explain that, Mr Peters?

I think before I say any more, I'd like
to have my solicitor present.

I think you'd be very wise, Mr Peters.

Very wise.

For 20 years, I've been thinking Jethro
Wood got away with murder.

Oh, sorry, Oscar. He was entirely
innocent of that one.

So he was right all along.

Did somebody set him up?

Yeah, his so -called best mate, Peters,
has given a full confession.

You can hardly build yourself, Oscar.
Everyone makes mistakes, even you.

I pretend I never heard that.

If you have any other old crimes you
want solved, just let us know. Yeah,

I'll bear it in mind.

The mills of God grind slowly, yet they
grind exceeding small.

Is that more Shakespeare, then?

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Find a picture, please, Oscar.

An armed robbery?

And you also have to talk to your
girlfriend?

Those cottages are terribly run down.

That's exactly why I've had Ben Norton.
He's got the right pedigree.

I think his rumours about redundancies
should be true, then. I'm assessing all

aspects of management. We want Norton
out, and the best way to do that is to

strike!