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

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

I've never heard you mention a Gareth.

Well, he's a nephew of old Aunt Winnie.

She's very fond of him.

I reckon there could be a little something extra in the will if I can

out. How long's he going to stay?

Well, how long's it take to get over a broken heart?

I don't know. Well, neither do I.

Well, you might have asked me, that's all. Why?

Because it's my bed.

Oh, I see.

You're not keen to help a fellow human being in distress.

He's only been jilted by his girlfriend.

Not girlfriend, David.

Fiance. The bottom has dropped out of his world.

Yeah, well, the same thing's happened to that settee downstairs.

You'd rather he had my bed, then, would you?

Oh, I think he's asking.

Yes.

Right.

He can have my bed. Right.

And I'll have yours.

A double room?

And is it just for the one night?

Two? Yeah, we can do that.

OK, we'll see you later then.

Bye -bye.

You were saying?

Yeah.

Selfish and thoughtless.

Oh, yeah.

As far as I'm concerned, Ben Norton can go wherever he likes.

But why does he have to take our doctor with him?

Liz is following her heart, Oscar.

All the way to Kenya?

As it happens, yeah.

She could have waited until my chest cold had cleared up.

This is going to put the medical care of hundreds of people in jeopardy. Well, I

think it's dead romantic being whisked off to Africa like that.

I think you look quite a dish in a bushel.

What's she going to do with all those medical qualifications?

What do you think?

You've got all voodoo and potions, you know.

My main worry is, what's going to happen to Jenny?

Ashfordly Police Station.

Yes, sir.

What can I do for you?

When was this?

Do you have a map reference?

I'm sorry, sir.

I didn't think you were asking for leave this month.

Can I have a word with you?

We'll deal with it later, OK?

Is there a problem?

Sort of. I think I found the perfect wedding present for Liz and Ben.

Wedding present? And I need a second opinion.

Let's wait.

Not really. There's only one left.

Jenny, you know you can always contact me if there's something really

But this isn't.

Nothing I do seems to be important.

Jenny.

Look at it when you've got time.

For pity's sake.

Jenny. Thank you for giving us a call.

Sarge, I've had a call from some ramblers. They were out on the moor when

saw this fella have a fall. He was pretty shaken, but he wouldn't accept

help. What are they telling us for?

Well, they're worried in case he doesn't make it home.

And we're the moorland rescue team, are we, all of a sudden? Well, they said

that he had a metal detector.

Oh, that would be that nothing from Lord Ashfordly's estate.

All right, do we have a location?

The last known position, yes. Right, Walker, keep a go out there and see if

can find him. Yes, Sarge.

I'm sorry, Sarge. I was on the phone when Jenny arrived.

I didn't have a chance to ask her if I could help. It's all right, Alfie.

Obviously, it was something that couldn't wait.

Aye.

So what does he look like, then?

I don't know, do I?

Last time I saw him, he was this high.

Of course, we just looked for somebody with a bright red nose, shall we,

of all the blubbing he's been doing.

You're not supposed to mention it.

We're supposed to be getting him out of himself, not reminding him of his loss.

Vernon?

Yes? I'm Garrow.

Well, hello, and welcome.

David, take Dallas back.

Oh, no thanks, I'll teach him this myself.

How you doing?

Why? Some ramblers reported a man in difficulties on the moor. Someone with a

metal detector.

Who responds to every nosy blight who makes a call?

I was winded, that's all.

I told them.

Fine. Do you mind if I have a look?

Army issue, is it?

Heavy? Come on, I'll take it in for you.

Just leave it alone, eh?

You sure you didn't break anything when you fell?

Morning, Mr. Aikon.

Morning.

I don't know. It doesn't look big enough pegged out like this.

Three -car garage, four courts, landscaping around.

You'll know it's here.

I expect so.

His Lordship wants me to be your point of contact, in case you have any

problems. He'll not be cracking the whip himself, then?

What kind of bonus are you on for completion? I doubt you'll be slacking.

True.

And again, trouble and this game go hand in hand, and he's stuffed the contract

full of penalty clauses if we slip up.

Well,

I'll talk to you later, Mr Acorn.

Aha! How's his Lordship?

Grumpy.

Back to normal, then? More or less.

You want time for a spot of lunch or something?

Something?

No.

Just lunch?

I'd love to, but I've been called out for Mr.

Tetley. He's one of your tenants, I think. Hmm, yeah, a bit of a hermit. Ex

-army.

Find you.

You need to be used to waiting around.

Reinforcements. I'm late already.

Spoilsport. You're wasting your time anyway.

You won't let anyone in the cottage.

I have my ways.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Is she sleeping?

I don't think so.

Is she breathing? Yes, very low.

Donovan.

Eh?

Hear me singing a Donovan song.

Seems to be the only one he knows.

Yeah, well, that needs a bit of practice, eh?

You can say that again.

Hmm.

They're not married.

I'm not bothered who knows it.

Is your room all right for you? Oh, yes. Lovely, thanks.

Well, we served breakfast from seven in the snorkel. You fancy an early start?

Oh, no, thanks.

I'm barely alive at that time. All right.

You see, we get a lot of walkers who like to get up and out.

No, we're here to see someone.

If we could find him.

Actually, you might be able to help. His name's Tetley.

Sorry, no.

Bernie, do you know anyone called Tetley?

Don Tetley.

Isn't he that fellow with a metal detector?

Oh, yeah.

You see him out in all weathers.

Bit of an oddball, he is.

Oh, sorry, he's not a friend of yours, is he?

Oh, no, not really.

He's my husband.

How long is it since you've seen a doctor?

Why don't you look in your records?

I would have done, but I've just come from the hole.

You have come down in the world.

So when did you see a doctor last?

I forget.

No point.

Congenital heart failure.

The army doc said.

On your way.

You should look after yourself.

That's what I was doing before PC Nice.

pokes his nose in.

I'll give you some pills you can put under your tongue.

They'll help relieve the chest pain.

Is any building work going on at the home?

Yes. Well, that should at least have been a large garage block built.

Already started?

Yes. Why?

Why?

Keep out of there.

Sorry. The both of you. Go on.

I thought you might like this.

Look, I know you think I don't know how you're feeling, but I haven't always

been like this, you know.

Like what?

Single.

You've got to pick yourself up, dust yourself down, and find another pebble

the beach.

What, just like that? Another girl like Jennifer?

Well, I know it seems unlikely.

Unlikely? It's impossible.

She was everything to me.

Yes, well, we all say that.

She was my fiancée, my wife -to -be, my reason for living.

Yes, but I mean... Oh, no, no, no, please don't. Look, you never met her,

know nothing about her.

Well, that's not strictly true, you know.

I mean, I know she jilted you for a start.

Don't let your tea get cold.

Hello, Don.

What the hell are you doing here?

Nice welcome.

What do you want?

How about some maintenance?

You get all there is.

All there is?

Really?

What about all that stuff in there?

It's worthless.

I'm not that stupid, Don.

Get out.

I want what's mine by law.

You don't want to see me again.

Give it some thought.

In theory, any gold or silver that's found should be reported to the coroner

possible treasure trove. No.

He's not as daft as we thought.

He leaves the royal engineers with one of their metal detectors and unearths a

fortune. I never said a fortune.

You can't turn a blind eye, Rob. Why not?

It's just a collection, a hobby.

Let him get on with it in peace, I say.

Stop digging.

You what? Get the digger off.

It's the site of an ancient monastery.

So what?

Listen up here now.

It means excavating properly.

Inch by inch. Listen, I've been given a job to do. Now up it.

I won't tell you again.

You are destroying our heritage.

It would be trouble if I see you here again.

That's all we need.

Mucking up the chop.

I doubt we've seen the last of him.

Tell me again, what are we doing out here?

Getting some fresh air.

What for?

How should I know?

You do know where we are.

Excuse me, I know these malls like the back of my hand.

So which way's the nearest pub?

OK.

The seat are killing me. Let's go back.

Bye.

The boss isn't here.

Well, it's you I came to see.

I've got a surprise for you.

A nice surprise.

How much?

Absolutely no cost.

That is a surprise.

Look, I've... I've got a young relative staying with me, Rosie.

He's a bit down in the dumps.

I've got two tickets for a show in Whitby. I thought it might cheer him up.

Yeah? Well, one ticket for him and I thought one for you.

Me?

Well, it's the sort of music you like.

Roaring Stones, that sort of thing.

Why can't I ask someone himself?

Well, he's a little bit romantically becalmed at the moment.

Been dumped, has he?

So what do you say?

I can't. Tomorrow I've got an exhaust to do, some brakes, shoes and a gasket.

I won't get off in time.

Look, I can sort it with Bernard.

I do have some influence round here, you know.

In that case, how about providing some hot water in the washroom?

Eh? Along with a bar of soap and some soft toilet paper.

Flipping heck, it's a rather hard bargain.

Take it or leave it.

Agreed.

But you can tell him.

Nice lad or not, I always carry a spanner in the handbag.

Jennifer.

Jennifer.

Jennifer.

Jennifer.

Jennifer.

Jennifer.

Jennifer.

Jennifer.

What are

you doing here?

It's Gareth. He fell down a hole.

What? Yeah, we had to get a rope round him and pull him out with a tractor.

Are you all right, Gareth? I thought things couldn't get any worse.

Wrong.

Just go and sit in the truck.

Look after him, I said.

He doesn't want looking after.

He wants leaving alone.

This should do it.

Hello?

Hello?

Plan a meeting for the big day?

Sort of. I have a lot to organise and very little time. Well, I've catered for

few weddings in my time, Liz.

And my advice is, when it comes to decision -making, you're better off with

committee of one.

Splendid idea.

I'm off. Oh, no, you're not.

Don't say I didn't warn you. Let battle commence.

Well, I think we've put some colour back in your cheeks, Gareth. And on me back.

Eh? It's black and blue, not to mention the rope burns.

Well, these things are sent to trials.

You know, stuck down that hole, I got to wondering whether I really wanted to

get out.

Oh, you should have said.

Never mind, tomorrow's another day. I've got a nice little treat for you.

What treat?

A ticket for a show in Whitby and a girl to go with you.

I think we deserve a drink.

Approximate time of death?

I couldn't say. Probably sometime last night.

What about a likely cause?

Well, he had a heart condition.

I'll take a look inside.

Thanks, Benny.

I do.

Somebody told his wife.

His wife?

She's staying at the Aidensfield Island.

Sarge!

Give me a minute, will you?

I knew about his condition, but I hadn't realised it had got so bad.

You haven't seen him recently?

No, no.

I haven't seen him for five years or more.

I came to ask him for a divorce.

It would help us if you could identify the body.

Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.

I'll be in touch.

What's up?

Those two were certainly up to something last night. If I were you, I'd check

his car.

Sorry, sir. I hadn't quite finished.

Hiya. Hello, love.

Six, please.

You mind in the shop?

Yeah.

Mr. Trixie's out.

Gone to collect a body.

Nice. That fella who was always out with that detector thing.

Postman found him dead outside his cottage.

Can you tell me how you came by these?

You told me you hadn't seen him for five years.

When you said he'd died, I got scared.

Why?

I don't know.

Because you and your partner broke into his cottage.

We had nothing to do with his death.

You went to him earlier to ask him for money?

Aye, money that were mine.

He had an army pension when he was invalided out.

I mean, sending me less and less of it.

So what did he say to that?

He said he was skint.

And then you saw his collection of finds.

We weren't going to keep him.

So you say.

What's going on? Cement truck's broken down.

Won't be getting any till tomorrow.

Great.

At least we won't be getting any hassle from that loony who came yesterday.

He's been found dead.

Huh? We don't want anyone asking questions as to why he was here.

So he never was.

Right?

The cottage was deserted.

Yes. He broke in, took the artefacts and went back to the pub.

Yes. And you saw no sign of Don Tetley?

No. Really?

Well, we found his key still in the lock on the outside of the door.

Except he'd come back and disturbed intruders.

What effect do you think that would have on a man with a dicky heart?

I don't know. Because he wasn't there.

What were you going to do with the artefacts?

I've told you.

Hold on to them till he paid Sandra up.

You were going to ransom them?

He's never paid what Sandra was due.

She's got expensive taste.

Oh, has she?

Well, I have a feeling this is going to cost you a good deal more.

I'm worried.

Would you take a seat, Mrs. Telly?

You... What's up? I've got to

get Mrs. Telly back to the knee.

Why? We're holding her and her boyfriend for the cottage break -in.

Merton thinks Telly came back, disturbed them and then collapsed.

Well, he's barking up the wrong tree.

The pathologist hasn't had much chance to look at the body, but he's fairly

he didn't die where he was found.

Look at the mud on his clothes and shoes.

You reckon he'd been dragged.

He also mentioned that there'd been a bang on the head just above the

Evening, Gina.

You all right?

Been busy locking up my bed and breakfast, yeah?

Yeah, afraid so.

Well, Oscar says you don't keep people in overnight without good reason.

Well, he should know, I suppose.

He said they might have had something to do with her husband's death.

He obviously knows better than to ask me himself.

He tries.

I'll have a pint, please.

Put it there, Mr Scripps.

That is the best night out I've had in ages.

What did I say?

That Rosie.

Wow. She's really something.

She just sort of enjoys herself, you know. No hang -ups. Just really natural

and... She's just wonderful.

What will you have to drink?

Oh, that's very kind of you.

It's the least I can do.

I'll have a whisky, if you don't mind.

David? I'll have half of it.

No, I'll pipe too.

Well, go on, David.

Give him a hand. Marry them.

Thanks very much for that.

You had a good time, I hear.

Oh, it was all right.

With all the company.

Why, what's wrong with Gareth?

What's right with him?

He's boring.

Boring? I'm wet.

But he said you were wonderful.

See what I mean?

All right, seven and four.

Ah, hello, Rob.

Hi. Long day?

Yeah. Tell me about Tetley.

Yeah. Oh, quite please, Oscar.

One of our more eccentric tenants.

He never let me inside that cottage.

Just leave the rent under a stone.

Well, count yourself lucky. He probably saved himself a tongue -lashing.

True.

In fact, he was up at the hall only yesterday giving that builder a cut for

Kenneth. About what?

I wasn't close enough to hear.

He seemed pretty agitated, though.

Ah, cheers, Oscar.

Mr. Acott?

No. He's due any time.

Can I help?

No, thanks. I'll wait.

Mind if I look round?

Help yourself.

What's he doing here?

He's come to see you.

Did he say what for?

No. Where the hell's that concrete?

Mr Acott?

Constable, what can I do for you?

We're investigating the death of a man named Tetley. Did you know him?

Tetley? I don't think so.

Well, you might have seen him around and about, wearing an army greatcoat and

carrying a metal detector.

Sorry, no.

There's been nobody like that round the site?

Not as far as I know.

I'm not here all the time. Mickey is the former. Have you seen this bloke?

No. And your name is, er... Mick Spencer.

Well, thanks anyway.

If you have any second thoughts, you can find me at the police house in the

village. Rad you out.

What do you want?

Banger.

Not that one.

Must be on the bench.

Stay there.

I'll get it.

Yes. He's been making a nuisance of himself since first thing this morning.

Go and fetch him, David.

Vernon, I don't know what you've started, but I want no hanky -panky in

repair shop.

Ah! There you are, Gareth.

If you want to make yourself useful, there's some tyres need stacking round

side. Right.

Why don't you give him a hand, David?

Put the photographs back.

His clothes are very crumpled and there's a button missing off his coat.

Have you had a chance to speak to Ben Norton yet?

Yes, sir. He's only sure it was Don Tetley he saw with Acock.

Well, that could be where the mud on his clothes came from.

What's the pathologist saying, Alf?

Oh, what he always says.

Bodies don't queue jump on my watch.

Charming.

What was Tetley doing on that site, anyway?

He was obsessed with relics. He may have thought Acock would dig something up.

Well, concrete's something over.

Another builder with a bulldozer and no sense of history.

ACOP faces financial penalties if the building isn't finished on time.

Certainly could have been an expensive nuisance.

Are you going to call in CID?

Well, not till the pathologist's done his job.

Meanwhile, if there's a crime to be solved here, let's have a crack at

ourselves, shall we?

One night you said... I know what I said, but you made such an impression on

him, he hasn't spoken about his fiancée since.

I don't care.

All right, all right, but you've got to help me let him down gently, you know

what I mean?

No, I don't.

Look, he said he hates girls who flirt and two -time.

So?

So, give the eye to other lads and then he'll go off you.

Give the eye to who?

Well, I don't know, do I?

Look, here's David. You could start with him. You what?

Ah, all done, lads.

Yeah. Right, I'll get you back, Gareth.

No trouble. I'll stick around here, if nobody mind.

No matter to me.

Must a test driver.

Fancy a spin?

Great. David.

What? Fancy a spin?

Oh, er... Yeah.

OK.

Brave man.

You probably heard I can be a bit fat.

That's good. Ah, Rob.

Well, Mr Spencer, it works so... Oh, yeah, see you later.

Mr Spencer?

Yeah. Sorry, I need to clear something up with you.

What is it?

Mr. Acott says that he'd never seen Don Tetley, and you said the same.

Yeah, so?

Well, Lord Ashfordly, the estate manager, says he saw you both talking to

Tetley.

Not me.

Must have been mistaken.

Were you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

How long have you worked for Mr. Acott?

Seven, eight years.

That's a long time for one boss, especially in your trade.

He must treat you pretty fair.

I've no complaints.

Well, I wouldn't let misplaced loyalty put you in a spot.

This could become a murder inquiry.

All

right,

Gareth. What do you think?

Where's David?

He's having a bath.

David?

The David who lives here?

He's going to ask Rosie out.

Lie looks in her head.

What now?

I'd like to take another look round, sir.

If this looks sharp, there's a cement wagon due.

You might have to delay filling in the foundation.

Joking, aren't you?

No, this may be the scene of a crime, sir.

I've had enough of this.

Do as you like. But when that cement comes, it's going down.

Better get on lower to Merton, then.

Right. What if Aycock refuses, Sarge?

Over.

Hey!

Who said you could go in there?

Phil? Didn't the photo tell you?

You said do as you like, so I did.

Is this yours?

Maybe. With an army insignia on it?

Who knows?

I do.

I'd say it's the missing button off Don Tetley's greatcoat.

What do you think?

You found us?

Yes. You went to the site at ten o 'clock at night and just found him dead.

That's what I said.

You often visit the site at night?

Not always, no.

But you thought Don Tapley might be there? It crossed my mind.

And he was someone who could cost you a lot of money.

I've just said so, haven't I? That's why I moved him.

It's plausible.

Aye, too plausible.

He went to that site expecting trouble.

He had a motive for wanting rid of Tetley, a foreman primed to lie for him,

he admits moving a body.

Makes him prime suspect in my book.

Sarge, Mrs Tetley's created.

Would you have a word?

No,

Rosie, I'm sorry, are you busy?

Does the Pope have a balcony?

Well, I'm not sure. Do you need to know now?

What do you want, David?

Oh, well, I was just wondering, you know when you asked me to take a ride with

you in the car?

Yeah. Well, I just thought that was really nice, even when I had to push

bit. Well, I was just wondering, maybe you'd like to take a ride with me in the

taxi?

For nothing.

Thanks, but I couldn't. Oh, OK.

Why not?

I've already told him I'm doing something.

Oh, what are you doing here?

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

Eh? You want to make something of it?

What? Come on, then. That is it.

I'm off.

Have you seen David and Karen?

They're in there.

No, don't.

Well, come on, then.

Look on it.

Hey! Hey, cut it out, the pair of you.

David, I'm surprised at you.

It's him. He's just messing everything up.

Robis, there's nothing to mess up. I asked her out first.

What?

Rosie? Well, she doesn't want anything to do with you.

She wants nothing to do with a pair of you.

She hates you both with a passion.

Now, will you just calm down and go home?

But what do you need to do?

Lift the furniture, see what decorating needs to be done, and secure the window

where they broke in.

Is that all right with you?

Fine.

First time I've ever been in here.

I'm going to take some cleaning up.

Yeah, look at this.

See anyone you know?

Certainly. A clean -cut CO. A bit different man.

Anyone else?

That's Spencer.

Acots foreman. Yeah, only on the back.

It says Spendlove.

Right.

Tell very much.

Michael Ronald Spendlove, Royal Engineers.

Listed as a long -time deserter.

How long is long?

Well, he went AWOL eight years ago.

Tell, he must have recognised him.

You knew he was a deserter?

He never said so outright, but he had no papers.

So you obliged him with a new identity?

I didn't ask questions, that's all.

That's very considerate of you.

Aiding a deserter is, of course, an offence. Surprise me.

You just might.

Did you know that Don Tedley had been Spendlup's commanding officer?

What? He didn't tell you?

No. The two men mutually have recognised each other, don't you think?

All right. How long is this going to last?

David, if there was anything I could do, I would do it.

Well, there is one thing.

What?

Send him back where he came from.

Jennifer, you don't know me. My name's Vernon Scripps. I'm a relative of

Gareth's.

Yes, well, he's devastated.

Well, I know you know that.

But he is truly heartbroken. It's pitiful to see.

Look, Jennifer, is there anything he can do, any sacrifice he can make to make

you change your mind?

Was Major Don Tedley the reason you went AWOL? No, Tedley were all right.

Hard but fair.

We'd come back off a tour of duty clearing landmines.

I lost a mate in an explosion.

I felt down.

I couldn't check it off.

So I got out.

And got a new identity thanks to Mr Aycott.

I more than paid him back.

Is that why you're now prepared to see him go down from Muddah?

What?

He's admitted to removing the body from the site.

Bob Aycott didn't kill Tetley.

Did you?

No.

I reckon Tetley had returned at night to search the site.

I was pretty sure he'd recognised me. I needed to know if he'd do anything about

it. Blow the whistle on you, you mean? Yeah.

When I arrived on foot, he were already there.

He heard me, jumped up out of a trench and started waving a torch about.

Did you make yourself known?

He didn't give me time.

As soon as the torch picked me out, he turned, tried to run, fell headfirst

a trench.

Go on.

I went to help, but then I heard a vehicle.

Where's the records?

I didn't wait to find out.

Here you go.

For this, do you?

Bernard!

That is perfect.

Take him in a mug of tea, would you please, Bellamy?

Do you believe him?

Give me one good reason why I should.

On that site, in the dark, could easily have been an accident like he said.

I might too easily, considering that Spendlove had gone to confront Tetley.

And Tetley owed him no favour. He was obsessed with digging up the past.

Spendlove wanted to bury his... No, I'd better call CID, let them take over.

Just a second, Sarge.

It's a pathologist.

OK.

Right. No, I'll tell him.

Cause of death?

Heart failure.

The state of his ticker was such that he was living on borrowed time.

What about the bang on the head?

Superficial. It consistent with the fall.

Ah, well.

That's that, then.

What are we all sitting around for, gentlemen?

Let's clear the deck.

We have four people bang to right here.

Burglary, conspiring to pervert the course of justice, aiding an army

and wasting police time.

There's enough paperwork there to keep you busy for a fortnight.

She's here.

Who? Jennifer. She's come for you. You're having me on.

Look for yourself.

Is she there?

Get your things. Come on, make haste.

Ah,

he'll be with you in a moment.

Happy now?

Everything in?

I think so. There's just my guitar.

Ah, yes, the guitar.

I don't understand.

Well, the strings wouldn't burn, you see.

Burn? Well, you did say you'd make any sacrifice to have her back.

My guitar?

She was very specific.

And Gareth, in future, leave the singing to her, eh?

I did it! Thank you.

Do you

know, I never thought

I'd hear myself say these words, but why don't you put one of your records on,

David?

Look at you. These policemen are never home, are they, Dennis?

They have no rest, day or night, to worship the beast and his image.

Why buy a bungalow in Biddens and make an old villa in Spain for less than half

the price?

I like those stormy weather.