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

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

Oh, dear.

Over there.

Case! Now!

Come on!

Joe, can you move your bike? I can't get in.

Sorry, I was just about to leave.

Come on, I haven't got time for this.

I'm sorry.

Look, let me make it up to you.

Oh, yeah?

By taking you to dinner tonight.

Oh, I don't know. Sounds more like bribery to me.

It is.

What do you see?

OK, you're on.

Receiving. Go ahead, Joe.

You need it here, Joe.

You all know D .I. Turner from Serious Crime Squad?

He's in charge of this case.

Morning.

They're a vicious team. They seriously assaulted the postmaster.

The pattern's emerging.

They hit village post officers.

Soft targets.

First Carnley, last week Oakthorpe, and now Shenley.

Seems there are three of them in the gang. There's two for the raid, plus a

getaway driver.

They carry guns.

They don't mind using violence.

The postmaster's now in intensive care.

Doesn't look good.

You didn't need to hit him so hard. I mean, you didn't need to hit him at all.

Oi!

You don't tell me what to do.

I'll run this. You got it?

Yeah, of course.

I'm sorry, Steve. I'm sorry.

One of my team is off sick. I need a uniformed officer seconded to CID.

Could be dangerous work.

PC Mason has had some experience with CID.

He can assist you on this for the moment.

Sergeant.

It's vital we catch this gang.

Uniformer to help by patrolling post offices as often as possible.

Hey, I don't know what the world's coming to.

It's shocking the amount of violence used on this poor postmaster.

They should never have abolished hanging.

Well, how's your Cynthia?

Has she been around and about lately?

Oh, sadly, she's in a nursing home just now.

Her health isn't so good, you see.

I'm sorry to hear that.

She's done a lot for the community at Cynthia.

How are you managing on your own, then, Mr Walton?

Oh, I get by.

But I'm afraid domestic tasks have never been exactly my thing.

Left all that to Cynthia, you see.

Well, could you do with a bit of help?

I mean, I'd be more than happy to pop round and do a bit of cleaning for you.

Well, that's most kind of you, Mrs Armstrong, but I couldn't impose.

Don't be daft.

When you were the bank manager, now, you never lent me any money, but you was

always polite.

A proper gent to me, you were.

That's because I like you.

Oh, I know your eccentric ways upset some folks, but you've got a good heart.

Thanks.

That means a lot to me, Mr Walton.

Well, that's settled, then.

I'll call round and I'll give you a hand.

Oh, thanks very much.

Share me after something, you mark my words.

That's very fair, Mr Blake. She's offered to help, but she's not being

it. Peggy Armstrong does something for nothing.

Don't make me laugh.

She has always got on well with Walton.

But she might be planning to get on with him even better.

Should something happen to his wife, if you get my drift.

He's got quite a few bobbers, old Edward.

I think you're being a bit harsh there, Oscar.

Like I say.

You mark my words.

This really is most kind of you, Mr. Armstrong.

Well, if old friends can't help each other, I don't know what the world's

into. I'm afraid there's a lot to do.

Oh, it's in that a bit of elbow grease can't shift.

Now, are you sure I can't pay you something for your trouble? Don't be

Thank you.

I won't take a penny.

The robberies are

causing a stir, but none of the local criminals seem to know who's behind

Nothing more from your snout?

One possible name to check out. A Londoner moved up here as a second -hand

business, Steve Dempsey.

Never heard of him.

Well, he thinks he may have form down south.

Seems to have become associated with the local villains.

Worth checking out then, Sarge.

Can I talk to you as a friend for a moment?

Is there something bothering you?

You seem a bit... I'm fine.

I'm afraid Cynthia's...

Illness makes it unlikely that she'll ever be well enough to leave the nursing

home. Oh, that is a shame.

Lovely lady, your wife.

Never mind.

I'm more than happy to come along and help with the housework.

You're a kind soul, Mrs Armstrong.

Peggy, please.

Hey, these carpets look as if they could do with a good clean and all.

I've rather neglected things, haven't I?

But you've done more than enough for one day, Peggy.

Nonsense!

Where do you keep your carpet, sweeper?

In that cupboard in the hall, I reckon.

I'm sorry, that cupboard hasn't been cleaned out for years.

It's a funny little collection of stuff you've got here, Mr Walton. Well, don't

worry about it. I'll sort it out.

You'd better go now.

Hey, it's a good quality pen, isn't it?

Why don't you have it? For all your hard work. A gift.

You've done more than enough for one day, Peggy.

And I usually have a little nap this time of day.

Oh.

Oh, all right, then.

I'll be off.

And thanks for the pen.

Phoned all the post officers, sir, and warned them.

Warning them's one thing.

Giving them adequate protection's another.

Any news from your snout?

Yeah, one possible name to check out.

Your office all right, Sergeant?

I suppose you've been lounging about in a CID car all day.

CID works harder than you think.

Well, any time you want to swap, you know.

I'd much rather work alongside an attractive woman like DS Dawson than be

here with Miller all day.

Me too.

You want to make the most of it, though?

She's leaving us, I gather.

Sorry? DS Dawson's leaving?

A friend of mine works at HQ.

Doesn't know the details, but she's being transferred out of the division.

It's an enforced move.

Someone's been a naughty girl, it seems.

Enforced move?

Why? He doesn't know.

But she's being put back in uniform.

It'll be quite humiliating for her.

Do you know, David, that were a rum assortment of stuff in his broom

You might see all the clobber we've got in hours.

We haven't got a garden gnome and a large pair of ladies' knickers, though,

we?

I don't know.

Go and have a look if you want.

Oh, come back here, you dastardly person.

There were a dozen purses and enough cutlery for a small banquet.

No, Peggy, I'll be careful to take any more gifts off him, though.

Why?

Well, it's just that Oscar Blaketon, he reckons the only reason that you offered

to help is because you're after something.

Well, that's because Oscar Blaketon hasn't got any charity in his soul

whatsoever.

Hmm, could be right.

Are you going to join us for a pint, Joe?

I'd better hang on for a bit. I might still be needed.

Ah, the tough side of PID work, eh?

Can't clock off till the governor says so.

Stephen Dempsey. He has form.

CRO confirmed he has convictions for armed robbery.

He moved up here six months ago.

Opened up a second -hand car business.

We've managed to find a home address for him. There's nothing yet to link him to

our robberies, but he's worth checking out. So, Mason, go with DF Dawson. Have

discreet look at where he lives.

This evening, sir?

Yeah, and we'll follow up any lead as a matter of urgency. I don't want any more

innocent people getting hurt.

Yeah, of course. Do you mind if I just make a call?

If you're quick, yeah.

Sorry, sir.

Won't be a tick.

Hi, Gina, it's Joel. Look, I'm trying to get a hold of Carol.

Could you do me a favour and apologise, sir, for me?

Tell her I'm having to work and I can't make it tonight.

Thanks. Bye.

Here we go.

No dawn this evening?

No. I'm sorry to disappoint you to night off.

She's gone over to see her girlfriend in Ashfordly. Oh, that's a shame, Jeff.

You just come from there yourself, especially to see her in here.

I have not.

I came for a pint.

Wow, I'm sure you're not got dressed up like that just to come and see me.

Don't know where Jerry is, do you?

Still in the station when we left.

Oh, supposed to be taking me out to dinner.

Carol, he couldn't get over your love.

He left a message to say sorry you've gone off to work late.

Wonderful. He's temporarily attached to CID, you see.

He's been out with DS Dawson all day. He said he might be needed tonight and

all. I think I'd better just have a drink, then.

Some two celibates through the window, both male.

Worth hanging on for a bit, then.

There's a rumour going around that you're leaving.

So the gossip's started, is it?

Yeah, I'm being transferred.

Do you mind if I ask why?

I'd rather not discuss it.

Let's concentrate on the job in hand.

Hang on.

Someone's just left a hand.

Is that Denton?

Oh,

hang on, I know him. He's local.

Tony Young Castle.

I met him last year.

He's popular. I could have blown. Come here.

You and me, we're free.

We do as we please.

From morning to the end of the day.

To the end of the day.

And, David, I mean, why were there so many purses?

And them knickers are far too big for a woman like Cynthia Walton. Hang on.

What are you doing with that? I've paid for it. Tell him, David. Not your drink.

My pen.

Hey, that's mine, isn't it? No, it's not. It's my fountain pen.

It disappeared a few months back. It was a retirement gift from the force. Look,

my initials. O .B.

Oh, yeah, I never noticed them.

So where did you get it? You nicked it, didn't you? I did not. So where did you

get it from, then?

I found it.

Found it? Where?

I can't remember.

Rubbish. You must have picked it up from this bar when my back was turned.

I did not.

She didn't steal it.

Tell him, Aunt Peg.

It was with that garden gnome on those ladies' knickers.

Come on out.

What has that got to do with it? God knows.

Ladies.

We just saw someone leave Dempsey's house.

Yeah, I recognised him.

Tony Ancastle.

Right.

Well, goodnight then.

Yeah, and you.

I've put D .I. Turner in the picture.

There's nothing that links either man to the post office reads, though.

Well, he suggests we call it a day for now.

I'll drop you back.

Why's emergencies crop up and plans change? But surely you could have let me

know earlier.

Well, you get used to it with copper's love.

I used to have it with my Phil.

Visits to the pictures cancelled.

Meals I cook for him never eating.

Anyway, you and Joe sort of, you know. What, going out again?

You know.

Hey, you will never. Guess what? What?

Right in front of the bus, too. Snogging away like good 'uns.

Well, come on. We're all ears.

Well, they were just sat parking her car, kissing and cuddling the lot.

Sorry, Dawn, who was kissing and cuddling in front of the bus queue?

Only our local Bobby, Joe Mason.

Yeah, he was getting all steamy with that woman sergeant, what's she called?

That Rachel singer.

Oh, it's juicy gossip in here.

Hello.

Well done, Dawn.

That certainly put the cherry on top of her evening.

Most of Billy's copper's out since, eh?

Exactly. They won't think we'd dare try it.

Keep them guessing.

We'll do Lyle Bexford next, and then this.

Let's go.

You should have seen her face last night, Oscar.

Poor Carol.

She'd been stood up by Joe and was quietly drowning her sorrows when this

opens a big gob and says she saw Joe kissing Rachel Dawson. Look, I had no

it was supposed to be taken out. It wouldn't have set out if it had known.

Joe Mason and D .S. Dawson, are you sure?

Yes. They were at it in her car by the bus stop in Ashfordly.

What's the police force coming to?

In my day, constables didn't go round kissing their sergeants.

Well, if you were the sergeant, Oscar, I'm oddly surprised.

You can't blame it. I didn't know that Joe and Carol got back together.

Well, I doubt they will be now.

No -one tells me anything round here anyway.

All I can say is I wouldn't like to be in his shoes when she gets hold of him.

Ah,

did you get my message last night?

Yeah, I got the message, all right.

I'm sorry I had to work late.

I understand you're disappointed. I was looking forward to it, too.

Really? Of course I was.

Never mind. I'm sure your work had its compensations.

I'm sorry?

Look, just don't bother to ask me out again, OK, Joe?

Hang on.

It wasn't my fault. I had to go out on surveillance.

Is that what you and your girlfriend are calling it?

What are you talking about?

Balder.

No, what are you talking about, girlfriend?

Don't come the innocent with me. I'm talking about Rachel Dalton, of course.

She's not my girlfriend.

You had an affair.

You know that's all in the past.

Then why were you seeing kissing and cuddling in her car last night? We were

on surveillance.

Oh, hang on.

Dawn said you were all over each other.

Look, it may have looked like that, but it wasn't. You don't understand, Carol.

No, I think I do.

I thought I'd start today by giving you carpets a good sweep.

I've cleared out that cupboard.

I got rid of all that junk.

That fountain pen you gave me. You know, the one that fell out with all the

other stuff.

Oscar Blurton said it was his.

And it had his initials on it. O .B.

Where did you get it, Mr Walton?

I've no idea.

I can't remember.

Perhaps it wasn't his.

I mean, one pen is very much like another.

Don't you think?

Oh, he's finally made it.

PJ, these CID blokes turn up whenever they like.

Unlike you, Pierre, I worked late last night.

Hey, we've got some more info about Sergeant Dawson.

Seems HQ have found out that she's had an affair.

With another officer.

Someone of another rank.

They don't approve of that.

So she's been put back in uniform, sent elsewhere.

How do HQ know about this affair?

An anonymous phone call.

Jess Dawson was named, but not the other officer.

She hasn't denied having a bit of how's your father, but she's refused to name

the copper she slept with.

Taking the full wrap herself.

Game girl, eh?

Morning, Mason. I'll need you again today.

Will I be with Sergeant Dawson, sir?

No, she's checking out Dempsey's second -hand car lot. You'll be working with

me.

Will you go and get out again?

I'll just keep an eye out for the old Bill.

OK.

Yeah, I've got to go. I've got a partner to deal with.

Morning.

It's a lovely motor. It'll make you a condition.

Would you be interested in the test drive? I've got a feeling A blue's gonna

my only way I've got a feeling

A blue's gonna be my only way

For when they're looking for somebody

Give for somebody.

The spare bedroom.

Never used.

Right.

I see.

Thank you.

Not a rattle -up.

That's the noise the engine makes at low revs.

Postmaster's still critical, so we can't get any further help with descriptions

of the gang.

I've just had a call from the sub -postmaster, Lord Bexford, sir. He was

in the night by a car cruising up and down the street outside the post office.

It's back again this morning, parked across the street.

Let's go.

You're playing hide and seek too much. And if you want to keep in touch, well,

then I've got to hear your voice call out. You're not the closest, but you're

getting warmer.

And if I find you this time, I'm going to keep you this time.

And never no more waste time counting up.

I'm afraid it's all stolen.

Over the last few months, I've developed this urge to pick things up and bring

them back here.

Harmless, really.

Apart from these, I suppose.

I took them from people's shopping baskets and when they left them on shop

counters and so on.

When you opened that cupboard, I suddenly realised what I'd done.

Most of the purses have labels.

I mean to return them.

And have you taken any of the cash out of them? Oh, no.

I didn't take them for the money.

I took them for the sake of it.

An irrational impulse.

I reckon this could have been brought about by the stress of your wife's

illness.

And what will you do now, Peggy?

Will you tell the police? Oh, no.

Oh, no, the police and me have never had a very good relationship.

But I take it that you're wanting to return all these to the rightful owners?

Oh, yes.

Yes, definitely. Everything.

Good. Well, I'll help you do that.

And if we go about it in the right way, there is no need for the police to

become involved at all.

They went that way just a few minutes ago.

Did you get the number? Yes, I did. There you are.

That's the point, sir.

There's two men on board.

Think they know we're on to them?

Can't be sure, sir.

Damn.

Damn it!

It's not a fall, sir. It's just bad luck. I know.

My oldest lad's a member of a soccer club. It's just... Come on. Get out of

way, will you?

We've lost them.

We're going to nail these men, Mason.

We have to.

Something's been niggling me.

You know that banter with Peggy in the pub about the knickers in the garden

gnome? Why?

Well, a few months back, a woman came in, someone had taken underwear from her

washing line, pinched her prized gnome and a purse from her kitchen table.

Yeah, here it is.

Whenever you need a quiet word, it's always to do with putting your drinks on

the slate.

Mr Walton needs help. So you keep saying. What are you charging him for

help? If you mean the cleaning, I'm not taking a penny.

Oh, come on. Pull the other one.

I've told him I don't need paying. I'm doing it because I like him. Why, you

like his bank balance more like.

Don't be so suspicious.

Worming away in there with his wife still in hospital.

He won't get away with this.

Mr. Walton is a friend of mine.

Well, then start acting like a friend.

Pin your ears back and listen to what I'm actually saying to you.

He needs our help.

I think he's been taking things that don't belong to him.

I need a word with you.

Me, Miss Weatherby?

What about?

A couple of items Peggy Armstrong mentioned in the pub last night.

What items?

I think you know what I'm talking about.

No, I don't, actually. I mean, the only items Aunt Peggy's ever bothered about

in a pub are a glass of stout and a packet of pork scratchings.

Knickers and gnomes.

What?

Knickers and gnomes, David.

Knickers and gnomes.

Well, if this gets out, his reputation will be ruined.

Most of the stuff is stolen. It isn't harming anybody.

I mean, it's knickknacks, pens, pencils, stuff like that.

But the purses are full of money.

I've made a law.

Most of the owners are local, so I thought we could just push them back

the letterboxes or tell the odd white lie and say we found them in the street.

Yeah, well, you'll have to be careful.

All these purses.

A stolen property.

But it's only theft if you don't mean to give it back, isn't it?

We'll get the number plate checked.

I'll arrange for armed officers to be present at Lower Bexford Post Office

tonight. I have a message for you, sir. Your DC of sick is reported back in.

Can Constable Mason be released of his duties?

Yes.

Thanks, Constable.

You're taking the route for both of us, and I can't let you do that.

Sorry? Sergeant Dawson.

Look, George, leave it.

Please. Fill me in on this garage.

On a scrap of paper in his desk drawer.

Letters from car registrations?

Or an anagram, possibly.

Let's think about it on our way to Lower Bexford.

Some bad news, I'm afraid, sir. The hospital have just phoned in.

The postmaster from Shenley's died of his injuries.

Right. This is now a murder investigation.

Let's make damn sure we get these scum.

It's murder.

You realise that?

You can forget tonight's job.

No.

We do one more hit, then we call it a day.

And you back out now, they'll have more than one murder to deal with.

You understand?

Oscar Blaketon's not my favourite person, but he thinks the world of you.

And he's agreed to help you return the purpose to the rightful owners?

Yes, I've got them all here.

So you see, you've nothing to worry about now, have you?

Look, Carol, there's nothing going on between me and Rachel.

I promise you.

Oh, I just got hold of the wrong end of the stick, did I?

Our cupboard was about to be blown.

It was all for show.

Oh.

I see.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

Rachel's about to be transferred because of the affair that she had with me.

The force don't approve of relationships like that.

If you break the rules, you've got to be prepared to take the consequences.

There was an anonymous tip -off.

She was named, but not me.

I can't think of who else knew about it.

I did.

Is that what you're getting at?

No.

No, of course not.

Yes, you are.

If I'm the only other person that knew about it, obviously you think it was me

that made the call.

How dare you, Joe?

What kind of a person do you think I am?

Mrs Armstrong, I'm investigating the theft of some ladies' underwear and a

garden gnome. What's that got to do with me?

What's in your bag, Mrs Armstrong?

Looks like a load of purses. Yeah, well, I collect them.

You know, like some folk collect dead butterflies and what have you. Well, I

collect purses.

Other people's, by the looks of things.

No, no, that one, I found that in the street, actually. I was just about to

return it.

And I suppose you found these in the street as well, did you?

And these?

And these?

Oh.

All right.

I stole them.

I think you'd better come with me.

Two armed officers inside.

The other's in the unmarked van.

Right, sir. Cheers.

Any letters, sir?

The first post office robbery was at Carnley, right?

Yeah.

C could be Carnley.

O, Oakford. The next one they hit.

F, Shenley. The third.

L's the next one. E, Lower Bexford.

Well done, Sergeant. We're in the right place, then. Unless you were spotted

earlier and they decided to move on to the next letter.

There's only three places start with an A on this patch, as I know.

It's Ashfordly, Aidensfield or Armthorpe.

Well, Ashfordly's got a large main post office.

Armthorpe hasn't got one at all, which leaves Aidensfield.

No. L's the next on the list. We know they've checked this one out. We stay

here. Can I at least alert PC Mason?

Why not? Have a word with the postmaster down there as well, yeah?

So what's bothering you, Constable?

I'm not sure if you're aware that DS Dawson is to be transferred out of

division, Sergeant.

Yes, I am, actually.

Do you know the reasons why?

Yes, but they're confidential.

It's because she had an affair with another officer, isn't it?

As I understand it, yes.

She's chosen not to name the officer and is taking the full responsibility for

it herself.

That's what I've been told.

Well, I don't see why she should pay the penalty alone.

I'm the officer.

that she had the relationship with.

I suggest you return to your duty for now.

Sergeant.

Ah, Sergeant Miller.

Are you holding Peggy Armstrong in here?

She's being questioned, yes.

What for?

I could tell you she's made an admission of theft.

Has she, indeed.

Right. Thank you, Sergeant.

I'm Detective Sergeant Dawson.

I don't want to alarm you, but your post office may be the target for an armed

gang. You're a bit late, darling.

We're already here.

OK.

Get the safe open, please. I have a family. Keys!

End this now.

We know who you are.

Tony Ancastle, Steve Dempsey.

Oh, we're finished.

No, they are.

She just asked for a bullet for both of them.

You shouldn't have opened your big mouth, darling.

You might get off with manslaughter at Shenley.

But shoot us and they'll throw away the keys. We've had it, Steve.

Calm down.

All right, tie them up.

We'll be out of the country before they're found. Alive if they behave and

if they don't.

You? Open the soap!

And he messed in. She's dead.

Hold it.

Inside.

Over there.

It's all right.

The village plot.

Back up to this wee.

Now, open the safe.

Now! Do as he says, Mr Stevens.

I'm trying.

Try harder!

Oh, Lord.

I must go and tell the police that I'm the thief.

I'll get her freed.

Look, Edward, there's no point in telling the police any more lies.

Sorry, what do you mean?

This list you gave Peggy Armstrong, I've been going through it.

Most of the people on here are better known to your wife than to you, aren't

they?

Possibly.

They're either involved with her charity work or they're parish counsellors,

like her and like me.

You didn't take my pen, did you?

Cynthia must have done that at a council meeting. And she's the one who's been

nicking all this stuff, isn't she?

All right.

Yes.

It was a compulsion brought on by her illness.

And I won't see her reputation tarnished.

The only answer now is for me to take the blame.

You could go to prison.

My wife is lying in a nursing home, gravely ill.

Her good name is all she has left now.

I won't see her lose that as well.

Please, Oscar, will you leave this to me?

Get up. This couple are sitting right by the way.

Please, I don't want to hear it.

Feet full of coppers. It's over.

No.

We've got hostages.

Police hostages. They'll have to do a deal.

This is the police.

Drop your weapon.

Come out with your hands raised. It's stupid to go on.

I should never have brought you in.

You've got no bottle. Yeah? Well, you've got more sense.

You murdered that postmaster, not me.

I'm going.

Carry on in your bed.

Get over there. Come out with your hands raised. Go on.

Mrs.

Armstrong is trying to protect me, Constable.

I'm the guilty party.

I want to make a full confession.

Two confessions for the same crime.

Brilliant.

You've got to bear in mind her present state of health.

What are you doing here?

Oh, Oscar, you didn't tell him, did you? I actually, for your sake. Now, come

on, Sergeant, his wife is very ill. Not now, Oscar. A major incident has been

reported. I have to deal with it.

You'll be fine, Rachel. The ambulance is here now.

We've got one officer with a head wound, another with a gunshot wound to the

arm. We'll need a stretcher. I'll call ahead to Ashfordly General.

Hang in there, OK, Rachel?

What you did was really brave.

Dempsey wasn't going to give up without a fight.

You did pretty well yourself.

I wasn't going to get a file with my hands tied.

I've admitted that I was the one that you had the affair with.

I don't see why you should take all the blame.

Joe, I told you not to.

It's not about us.

What? It was after that.

I fell for someone, Joe.

A senior officer.

He's a decent, hard -working copper.

But he's a married man with children.

That's why I haven't made him.

What's going to have you in hospital, love?

You did really well.

Thank you.

Senior officer.

You'd better come with us, Tudor.

I feel fine.

You need to get that head wound cleaned, too.

I gather that you're the one that saved the day.

I followed you to apologize.

Saw him pull a gun.

Thought I'd better call 999.

We traced the items and returned everything of value.

We see no reason to pursue this any further.

And no mention of my wife's name.

Thank you.

The people you really want to thank?

Peggy Armstrong and Oscar Blaketon.

Cheers,

Oscar. And thanks again, mate.

Mate? I am not your mate. And don't go on about it, making a fuss.

People will think I've gone soft.

Well, we did tell you she wanted to help Mr. Walton, didn't we, Mr. Scripps?

Aye, and she did that all right. You've got to admit it, Oscar.

Well, I did my bit for him, too.

Yeah, but we don't want to make a fuss about it, do we?

Cheers. Cheers. Good luck, Sarge.

We'll miss you.

A gin and tonic, please.

That little chat we had the other day, as far as I'm concerned, it was a

conversation, the content of which I've entirely forgotten.

Thank you, Sarge.

I'm going to miss you.

Why didn't you tell me what was going on?

I've always tried to keep my private life separate from my job.

I never thought you'd go to Miller.

I was going to tell you once everything was sorted out. I'm sorry.

I can't believe after all the good work you've done that they're transferring

you.

Well, maybe it's for the best.

At least they let me stay in CID.

I'm not going back on the beat.

Take care of yourself, yeah?

I'm glad you realise now it wasn't me that made that call.

I never thought it was.

As I recall, I still owe you a meal.

That's what I admire about you, Joe. Your amazing powers of memory.

I also remember that if you hadn't contacted the police when you did, then

wouldn't have saved my life.

So I think that's worth at least a decent bottle of wine, a dessert and a

on top, I'd say.

I was thinking we might have the coffee back at your place. I was thinking about

that.

Cheers. Cheers.

Can you believe that, Joe Mason?

One minute he sat snogging Rachel Dawson in her car and he just kicked her on

the cheek and ear because of salt, right? Now he's walked over boulders,

canoodling with Carol?

Well, he's a very tasty fella, Dawn.

Or wouldn't I join in the queue myself?

I'm only kidding you.

Hey! I am only kidding.

Who's that, then? My daughter, Josie. Say hello to Peggy!

Hello. This is my house.

I built it! I live here!

How would you feel if you were excluded from your home?

A house built with your own hands?

Pardon me, but I should have knocked.